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“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Alfred finally mumbled, still not facing Francis. “It just… happened. I won’t do it again, promise.”
“Do what?” Francis asked gently, combing a lock of Alfred’s hair off of his forehead. “You did nothing wrong.”
Alfred glanced up, cerulean eyes wide in a mixture of relief and surprise. His lips moved soundlessly, as if trying to comprehend, and Francis placed a slender finger against the boy’s mouth to silence him.
“I only wish you had told me earlier that this is what you wanted. I would have said yes. Anything for you, Alfred.”
“Francis…” Alfred whispered, trying the name again, to see the other’s smile of warm acceptance. Laughing, he kissed Francis once more, so earnestly, so gratefully, it would have left a mere mortal breathless in delight. “God, you don’t know, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long!”
“Oh, mon fils, why stop at just this, hmm? The night is still young, so let us take pleasure in it… together,” Francis replied, his voice soft and dark with desire. Alfred nodded, still faintly blushing, and got up, taking off his shirt and then his trousers and boots as quickly as he could without tripping over his own feet. Admiring the pale toned body gleaming in the lamplight, Francis decided to reposition himself more comfortably on the bed, letting the downy pillows cushion his head. Now fully nude, Alfred knelt on the mattress and placed his hands over Francis’ own before the other could unbuckle his belt.
“Here, let me do that,” he offered shyly, as if Francis would refuse him. Francis let Alfred disrobe him, tossing the trousers on the floor, and sighed blissfully as the younger vampire kissed the sole of his foot, his ankle, the insides of his thighs. Even so many years after their last tryst, Alfred still remembered what Francis enjoyed, and as his son bent forward to take him in that wondrously talented mouth, Francis almost cursed himself for not renewing the physical side of their relationship sooner. But he had important matters to attend to, so that this could happen, and that was the last coherent thought he had for a while.
Alfred was more than happy to suck Francis off and leave it at that, but before he could finish, his father had pulled him away. He whined in disappointment, trying to duck down and take his cock in his mouth again, to slide the cool hard flesh in between his lips, to suck and lick and please his beloved papa like he used to do when he was a simple mortal youth.
“Enough, enough,” he heard Francis whisper, sounding strained yet terribly pleased. “Come lie with me, my child.”
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Amused by such shameless impatience, Francis freed his fingers and adjusted his position languidly, so they could see each other. With one hand guiding his erection into place, he used the other to spread Alfred’s legs further apart. Pausing briefly, Francis then pushed into Alfred, gradually filling him, tensing slightly as the other’s body arced in order to receive him.
Francis kissed his son’s forehead and looked into his incredible blue eyes, wordlessly asking if he was ready.
Alfred nodded eagerly in answer, wrapping his arms around Francis’ shoulders and closing his eyes. Francis wasted no more time and began moving, slowly at first, then building up to a rhythm remembered, allowing mutual ecstasy to pool and gather within their united bodies until almost breaking point, and pushing through swiftly so they could reach their climax together.
Even he knew this was absolutely forbidden in every possible way, but Alfred had never felt so complete as he did now, as if he was finally whole instead of lost and drifting without a purpose in life. Father and son gazed drowsily into each other’s eyes, utterly sated, drunk with pleasure, and they simply lay like that for several minutes, not wanting to interrupt this feeling.
They spent the rest of the small hours making love, gradually getting used to each other’s body after years of separation, as if this could be their last night on earth and they had to make the most of every moment. But soon, too soon, the treacherous sky began to lighten from midnight black to cobalt blue to grey.
“Francis, do you want to sleep in the other room?” Alfred asked, as he stood up and drew a curtain aside to catch a quick glimpse of the horizon. “I will watch over you, of course.” For Alfred could stay out in the sun, always could, and did not require sleep during daylight like the other vampires. It was one of his many peculiarities that Francis could not explain, and that he took care to keep secret from the rest of their kind.
“I would rather stay here with you,” Francis said, to Alfred’s confusion.
“Stay here? Why? To watch the sunrise or something?”
“Oui…”
“Pfft, are you mad? You’d burn into ashes if you look at the sun! Unless…” Alfred gaped at him in horror. “You tire of your vampiric ways and wish for death?!”
Chuckling softly, Francis shook his head. “How can I wish for death when I have you now? I love you, Alfred, and I never intend to leave you. But if it makes you feel better…” He pulled the blanket off of the bed and draped it over his head, grinning back at Alfred from his makeshift shelter.
“You are getting old, papa, old and senile,” Alfred muttered, his chest aching strangely, partly out of worry and partly out of some other indefinable emotion, but before he could say anything else, the rays of the sun were already lighting up the rose-tinged sky. He quickly turned to look at Francis, who had covered his eyes with his hands like a child afraid of the dark. Because Francis had not seen the sun in almost a thousand years, always needing to hide or go underground before dawn, and he was not sure what walking in daylight would be like, if his efforts to achieve mastery over the vampire’s supreme weakness would be worth such long separation from his son.
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Francis let himself be led to the balcony, his mouth hanging open in a very inelegant manner as he stared about him in astonishment. Sure enough, the sun was halfway over the horizon, and he was not hurting or burning or dying in its glare. The warm glow of the sun was breathtaking, comforting on his skin, bringing back vague memories of his human life, centuries ago.
But even more beautiful to Francis was the sight of Alfred at his side, alabaster skin faintly glittering in the light, a wide brilliant smile on his sweet face. It was the first time he had seen such a glorious sight, and had he a heart, it would be broken again in that instant.
“I don’t know how you did it, Francis, but… you’re really walking in the sunlight.”
“It is because I am old and senile, as you said,” Francis replied distractedly, his attention fixed on Alfred’s sparkling. Noticing him staring, Alfred laughed and threw his arms about Francis again. The same as last night, but with something more.
“Bonjour, mon amour.”
"Bonjour..."
[Sorry for being both inaccurate and sappy. Thanks for the comments, even if this wasn't exactly what you were thinking of, there's still another France/America vampires prompt, so do not abandon all hope yet.]
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Catpcha has a $34,983,934 brownie for sale if you're interested, authornon.
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Oh but how did France do that? o_o Not get burned to death I mean.
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