BT FIC: Hunger (1/1) (Blood Ties - Mike/Henry - FRAO)
Title: Hunger
Author: Sam/Sam-Tony
Fandom: Blood Ties (the series)
Pairing: Henry/Mike
Rating: FRM - slash, vampire!fic, blood/feeding
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Hunger
It was like a thirst, the hunger. It burned in his head, pushed through his body in a wave of withdrawal; filling up his consciousness and threatening to wipe out the last frantic vestiges of desire he had left to fight it.
Henry knew that when he finally appeased this beast, the maddening intoxication from feeding would wipe out the growing, all-consuming pain. It was worse than any drug addiction any human could ever experience and fighting it never lasted for long. Usually he was able to find a willing donor, or had one already lined up before the hunger ever became a problem. But they had been out late into that night, tracking and putting down another vampire, a renegade, and Henry hadn’t realized how low on reserves he had actually been; or how much the need to keep himself between Vicki and Mike and the vampire would take out of him. Not until he and Mike had gotten Vicki back safely to her apartment and Mike had done the same for him.
Passion fueled his strength, but it drained him faster than anything else.
The visceral thrill of the hunt, the need to keep his territory protected against another of his kind, the unforeseen spike of fear that had spurred his suicidal leap...the only thing saving Mike from the poisoned claws…
Henry had taken the blow himself, his nature spurring him on to make the final kill against one who had dared attack him on his own ground. He had stood panting over the crumbling body of his enemy before sirens and two pairs of strong hands dragged him back to himself and away from the scene.
And now Henry had a problem. The sun was up and none of his contacts would sell to Mike, no matter how Henry asked, as the detective was relatively new to the whole supernatural business and all but screamed ‘cop’.
And while he lauded their caution, the hunger was starting to burn along his nerves, making him irritable and twitchy. Henry needed to feed but the only one available was…
“Dammit Henry, just do it.”
The vampire growled, irritated all out of proportion at the human’s continued presence. He wished Celluci had just left when he had asked him to. “Do what?”
“You think I don’t know what this is about?” Mike snorted. “Vicki gets the same way when she’s missed a meal and you’re acting like you’ve missed at least twice that. Maybe more.”
“So…”
“So, you’re hungry.” Mike told him. “Eat something.”
Again Henry throttled back the irritation at the observation. “I’m afraid it’s not exactly that easy. I haven’t exactly had time to stock the fridge. And take out is not an option.”
Henry had to give the human credit. Even knowing now that he had a hungry vampire pretty much out of options pacing in front of him, Celluci recovered remarkably well. With only a brief glance at the door, he stared at Henry for a moment. “Why do I get the idea that skipping another and calling it a diet wouldn’t exactly work with you?”
Despite the urge to feed triggering a headache to bloom behind his eyes, Henry found himself chuckling at the wry observation. “Because it’s not a weight issue. Think of it more like a diabetic that doesn’t get his insulin. Only in my case…”
“Only in your case, you could turn into a mass murderer leaving a bloody swath of empty bodies in your wake, that about it?”
“That about sums it up, yes,” Henry admitted, feeling a stronger wave of withdrawal hit him, causing his nose to twitch and his stomach to churn.. Even halfway across the room, Mike was standing far too close. “In fact, I think you’d better leave. Before…” Henry gasped, grabbing the edge of a chair as he doubled over in pain. “Now - go, now.”
“Like hell,” Celluci barked out a growl of his own, almost sending Henry down into the throes of a another Challenge for territory. Only a frantic, desperate twist of his will kept him from going for the human’s throat. “I’ll be damned if I leave you alone with a building full of innocent people who don’t know you’ve gotten a sudden snack craving.”
The smell of blood was so strong, overpowering. Henry used the heart-pain of the realization that he might be right and kept his eyes closed; the better to resist the demanding pull of the hunger burning now, insistent with food so close. “You’ll be damned if you stay.”
“You need - “
“I have a safe room I use in case something like this happens,” Henry told him. “I wouldn’t - no one will be harmed, I swear it.”
No one human anyway.
There was a moment of silence where the vampire knew the detective was looking at him, possibly even measuring whether or not he was telling the truth. Henry could only stand there and hold on, praying Mike found what he was looking for and would do as he said and leave. Before it really was too late. For both of them.
“Mike - please!” Unable to stand it, Henry was down to begging he turn and go; before the hunger took over and Henry pounced on the only available source of blood for miles. “Just go…”
“I don’t think so, Henry.” He denied.
Henry looked up through the pain only to see the detective claiming the chair opposite the one Henry currently clung to like a lifeline.
“You need to feed, so do it.” Mike told him flatly. “On me.”
The vampire could tell he wasn’t near as confident as he appeared to be, but at this point, it didn’t much matter. Henry was at the end of his endurance and unable to resist what was, essentially, being freely given.
Celluci didn’t even have time for a started gasp as Henry was on him in seconds. Straddling his lap, feeling the tight tension in the hard body under him, his nose wrinkled at the sharp, sour smell of human fear that was currently tainting the blood calling out to him.
It was enough to bring him back to his senses. Enough to give Henry a chance to allow Mike to relax into the idea. Not nearly enough to allow him to let him go.
Swallowing, Mike tilted his head to the side, offering Henry more room for his fangs to sink into his neck.
That simple move drove him insane. Not only did Henry need Mike, he *wanted* him. Wanted to touch him, taste him; wanted to know what the other man tasted like hard and desperate, or just out of the shower after long bouts of exhausting sex and languid kisses.
First thing in the morning and late at night when the darkness hid them from everyone else in the world.
Wanted to know what it tasted like when Mike offered himself up as a willing sacrifice to save the innocents in Henry’s building from the vampire’s all-driving addiction.
Rather than take the blood that whispered to him from underneath the smooth, unmarked flesh, Henry nuzzled the skin behind Mike’s ear. Allowing a hint of the hypnotic command all vampire’s possessed to enter his voice, Henry soothed him, brushing his lips against the shell of his ear. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. There is nothing to fear…”
He was rewarded by the gradual relaxation of the body under him; the tense bunching easing as Henry’s words registered until Mike sat calmly under him and actually nuzzling back into the nose brushing languid trails along the major blood vein in his neck. It was a surprise to feel the strong arms surround his him, curving over his hips and back - to pull back only to see the blue eyes now sparking in good humor and trust.
“That’s not fair, you know.”
“I know.” Henry admitted, smiling back.
“Do it, Henry,” Mike demanded.
“Only if you’re sure…”
Mike snorted, reading the lie for what it was. For what it had to be; the hunger no longer to be denied. “I’m sure.”
Whimpering in release, Henry nuzzled the strong neck a moment before sinking his fangs into the flesh offered to him, dimly hearing Mile gasp out in pain and belated pleasure as the endorphins caught up with the feeding. He let the vampire roam for a moment, relishing the taste, the smell, the feel of having Mike under him; feeling the hard erection crushed against his ass, muffled by two separate sets of clothing and feeling his own body tighten and throb in response.
“Henry…god, Henry…”
The vampire purred in satisfaction at hearing his mate moaning underneath him as he gently sucked the blood from his body. They were both so close now and Henry resisted the hunger, blunted around the edges now, that urged him to take more; to take it all. The final push back to himself came when Mike did, the larger body bucking shallowly under his strength as Henry still held him down.
The body under him twitched one last time and Henry withdrew much more gently than he went in, giving the two small bites a start on healing with sated, apologetic licks from his tongue. “Welcome back.”
Mike stirred, his voice a bit thick as he griped, half-heartedly at the unexpected stickiness in his pants. “I think I should have been naked.”
Henry grinned. “Naked is good.”
Mike groaned, hiding his head in Henry’s shoulder, his hands roaming broad, comforting trails along the vampire’s back. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?”
Henry looked at his mate and shrugged. Better he test the waters now while he had the man trapped and in a good mood. “Mmm eventually.” He agreed, smiling. “But not tonight. Stay?”
“This morning you mean. And I hope you’ve got a big bed in this apartment of yours,” Mike warned. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Henry got up, dragging Mike out of the depths of the chair and leading him down the hallway by the hand. He thought Celluci was going to be fairly and pleasantly surprised. “A big bed. I think that can more than be arranged.”
…end