lol smut
Vincent x Gabriel. You've been warned. First person Vincent. Not really great at this but hey it's something.
Another night, another argument. I can't count how many times we've had this “discussion” and I'm certain neither of us are willing to concede defeat any time soon. I could hear his footsteps getting closer together as he paced in front of me.
“I don't know how you can be so stubborn, I really don't. How many more times do I need to tell you that I'm fine with this?”
“You're really starting to irritate me,” I shot back, deflecting his statement with it. Hell, it was the truth so what did it matter if I was deflecting?
“Make that two of us, then. You've been irritating me for the past few weeks. You think I enjoy watching you be a masochist when I've got just the thing to make you feel better?”
Gabriel just didn't understand, and until he started having cravings for chewing on my neck I doubt he ever would. Oh it was tempting alright, and every time we argued it just got worse. How easy would it be to say yes? Gabe was offering it up like it didn't mean anything and that was probably what had me so upset. Didn't he know the danger he was putting himself in? Did he care?
“No, Gabe.” It was my final word on the matter.
But when did Gabriel ever let that stop him?
“I've had it with you and your self imposed punishment. It doesn't matter how much normal blood you drink you're always going to need some of mine from now on. I've accepted that, why can't you do the same?”
“Because you have no idea how it makes me feel and you never will. So why don't you just drop it, I'm not drinking from you and I can tell when you try and mix it in with my supply. I'd really rather not waste another batch because you've decided to go on some fool's mission to make me want to do things your way.” I really wasn't going to have any of it but Gabriel had to go and do something extremely misguided and foolish.
I smelled the blood the instant the wound hit air and every particle of my being ached to taste it. He knew I hadn't had any wolf's blood in weeks. He knew it. I was at a loss whether to just leave the room or strangle him for being so reckless but I could do neither as I sat in silence while the couch shifted to accept the weight of the foolhardy wolf.
“Gabriel...” to my own ears that sounded like a plea and though my pride stung I could only hope Gabe heard the same.
“Stop fighting me on this, I know I'm right. You just need to trust me.”
The smell was stronger than ever and I knew Gabe was holding his wrist close to my face. My arms felt sluggish yet I couldn't stop their rise to clutch onto his arm and draw the slight wound to my lips. Just a taste nearly sent my mind reeling off the edge. I felt my body shudder and in that moment all I knew was that I wanted more.
The thing about wolf's blood is that once you have a taste you can hardly stop yourself from getting more. I lunged for Gabriel's neck but thankfully I had enough sense of self to spare him any violence on my part. His head hit the pillow at the other end of the couch and I was on top of him, fangs burying quickly and efficiently into his neck to draw out twin wells of blood. Life giving blood. Energy coursed through my veins as the warm and thick substance absorbed into my body teetering on the ledge between living and dead.
He clutched at my arm and I sucked harder, determining to get my fill and be done with it. With a force of will I brought my head up and licked at the two punctures until they closed. Too late for Gabriel now to back out of this, he'd open the flood gates and I wasn't even sure I could stop even if I tried. So much for that shirt too, my fingers clawed it right off his body. And where those moans I heard in pleasure or pain? I hadn't meant to catch skin with my nails.
Gabriel must have sensed my hesitation. “Don't stop now...I...I really don't mind.”
Was I hearing him right? He didn't mind a little abuse? This was a slippery slope I was standing on. On the one hand it was hot to hear Gabe moan like that from just a few scratches but on the other if he enjoyed it too much I could honestly hurt Gabriel and that was never something I wanted to let myself do. Then again, Gabriel wasn't some hapless human who didn't know what he was getting himself involved with. If push came to shove the wolf was more than capable of defending himself until one of them could come to their senses.
My tongue found its way to those scrapes and pressed hard as it licked up whatever coppery tasting blood it could find. Both of my hands were pinning Gabriel's arms back almost as if they had a will of their own, and the wolf's moans only fanned the flames. So the little potter liked to be held down? This was new, but somehow not all that surprising to me. I could certainly work with it in the mood that I was in. A little shifting brought the fact of just how much of a mood to my attention...and to Gabriel's. Nothing like a month of abstinence to make me just a little trigger happy.
Even in my heated state I knew the couch wasn't going to be the best location for what I wanted to do next with Gabe. “Up,” I commanded simply, doing the same to get off the couch. I could feel Gabriel moving along beside me but we never made it to the bedroom. Just inside the hallway I had him pinned to the wall, my hungry lips on his pressing our mouths together in a fierce embrace. Each hand found their counterpart's wrist on Gabriel and held them to the wall above his head. I was hungry, but this time not for blood. When I shifted my hips to his I could feel that I wasn't alone.
“Haa...” we hissed in unison.
“You're a lot kinkier than I imagined,” I breathed into one ear, my lips next moving to the wolf's neck as I was so fond of doing. I knew how much it got to him.
“Heh...nngh...the things you find out when you quit arguing with me.”
Well, he had a point and I wasn't about to take the time to argue with him about it. Not right now at least. “Yeah, I'll try and keep that in mind,” my voice strained into an ear. If normal blood made me antsy wolf blood made me downright voracious. My darker elements were boiling, a reason I hate feeding from Gabe. How could someone so damn good turn me into someone so damn evil? Well perhaps not evil, but I felt damn close.
That little wolf had asked for it. My hands switched positions up a little, transferring one wrist to the other so that it could dive freely down and go for the latches of Gabe's pants. No time for romance, I'm on the clock and I'll be damned if I lose an opportunity. Our tune changed with my body pressing up to his and I could notice the distinct discomfort of cloth between skin. Gabe wasn't going anywhere so my hands changed direction and started on my own shirt, prying apart the damnable buttons one by one until I could completely shrug it off. Silk didn't belong on the floor but there it would stay followed by my slacks for the remainder of the night.
There weren't any words, I simply pushed myself to him and let my hungry lips do all the talking in silence. Well, relative silence. Gabriel made enough noise for the both of us when skin met skin. I'm sure the wall wasn't entirely comfortable but Gabriel wasn't complaining.
Another night, another argument. I can't count how many times we've had this “discussion” and I'm certain neither of us are willing to concede defeat any time soon. I could hear his footsteps getting closer together as he paced in front of me.
“I don't know how you can be so stubborn, I really don't. How many more times do I need to tell you that I'm fine with this?”
“You're really starting to irritate me,” I shot back, deflecting his statement with it. Hell, it was the truth so what did it matter if I was deflecting?
“Make that two of us, then. You've been irritating me for the past few weeks. You think I enjoy watching you be a masochist when I've got just the thing to make you feel better?”
Gabriel just didn't understand, and until he started having cravings for chewing on my neck I doubt he ever would. Oh it was tempting alright, and every time we argued it just got worse. How easy would it be to say yes? Gabe was offering it up like it didn't mean anything and that was probably what had me so upset. Didn't he know the danger he was putting himself in? Did he care?
“No, Gabe.” It was my final word on the matter.
But when did Gabriel ever let that stop him?
“I've had it with you and your self imposed punishment. It doesn't matter how much normal blood you drink you're always going to need some of mine from now on. I've accepted that, why can't you do the same?”
“Because you have no idea how it makes me feel and you never will. So why don't you just drop it, I'm not drinking from you and I can tell when you try and mix it in with my supply. I'd really rather not waste another batch because you've decided to go on some fool's mission to make me want to do things your way.” I really wasn't going to have any of it but Gabriel had to go and do something extremely misguided and foolish.
I smelled the blood the instant the wound hit air and every particle of my being ached to taste it. He knew I hadn't had any wolf's blood in weeks. He knew it. I was at a loss whether to just leave the room or strangle him for being so reckless but I could do neither as I sat in silence while the couch shifted to accept the weight of the foolhardy wolf.
“Gabriel...” to my own ears that sounded like a plea and though my pride stung I could only hope Gabe heard the same.
“Stop fighting me on this, I know I'm right. You just need to trust me.”
The smell was stronger than ever and I knew Gabe was holding his wrist close to my face. My arms felt sluggish yet I couldn't stop their rise to clutch onto his arm and draw the slight wound to my lips. Just a taste nearly sent my mind reeling off the edge. I felt my body shudder and in that moment all I knew was that I wanted more.
The thing about wolf's blood is that once you have a taste you can hardly stop yourself from getting more. I lunged for Gabriel's neck but thankfully I had enough sense of self to spare him any violence on my part. His head hit the pillow at the other end of the couch and I was on top of him, fangs burying quickly and efficiently into his neck to draw out twin wells of blood. Life giving blood. Energy coursed through my veins as the warm and thick substance absorbed into my body teetering on the ledge between living and dead.
He clutched at my arm and I sucked harder, determining to get my fill and be done with it. With a force of will I brought my head up and licked at the two punctures until they closed. Too late for Gabriel now to back out of this, he'd open the flood gates and I wasn't even sure I could stop even if I tried. So much for that shirt too, my fingers clawed it right off his body. And where those moans I heard in pleasure or pain? I hadn't meant to catch skin with my nails.
Gabriel must have sensed my hesitation. “Don't stop now...I...I really don't mind.”
Was I hearing him right? He didn't mind a little abuse? This was a slippery slope I was standing on. On the one hand it was hot to hear Gabe moan like that from just a few scratches but on the other if he enjoyed it too much I could honestly hurt Gabriel and that was never something I wanted to let myself do. Then again, Gabriel wasn't some hapless human who didn't know what he was getting himself involved with. If push came to shove the wolf was more than capable of defending himself until one of them could come to their senses.
My tongue found its way to those scrapes and pressed hard as it licked up whatever coppery tasting blood it could find. Both of my hands were pinning Gabriel's arms back almost as if they had a will of their own, and the wolf's moans only fanned the flames. So the little potter liked to be held down? This was new, but somehow not all that surprising to me. I could certainly work with it in the mood that I was in. A little shifting brought the fact of just how much of a mood to my attention...and to Gabriel's. Nothing like a month of abstinence to make me just a little trigger happy.
Even in my heated state I knew the couch wasn't going to be the best location for what I wanted to do next with Gabe. “Up,” I commanded simply, doing the same to get off the couch. I could feel Gabriel moving along beside me but we never made it to the bedroom. Just inside the hallway I had him pinned to the wall, my hungry lips on his pressing our mouths together in a fierce embrace. Each hand found their counterpart's wrist on Gabriel and held them to the wall above his head. I was hungry, but this time not for blood. When I shifted my hips to his I could feel that I wasn't alone.
“Haa...” we hissed in unison.
“You're a lot kinkier than I imagined,” I breathed into one ear, my lips next moving to the wolf's neck as I was so fond of doing. I knew how much it got to him.
“Heh...nngh...the things you find out when you quit arguing with me.”
Well, he had a point and I wasn't about to take the time to argue with him about it. Not right now at least. “Yeah, I'll try and keep that in mind,” my voice strained into an ear. If normal blood made me antsy wolf blood made me downright voracious. My darker elements were boiling, a reason I hate feeding from Gabe. How could someone so damn good turn me into someone so damn evil? Well perhaps not evil, but I felt damn close.
That little wolf had asked for it. My hands switched positions up a little, transferring one wrist to the other so that it could dive freely down and go for the latches of Gabe's pants. No time for romance, I'm on the clock and I'll be damned if I lose an opportunity. Our tune changed with my body pressing up to his and I could notice the distinct discomfort of cloth between skin. Gabe wasn't going anywhere so my hands changed direction and started on my own shirt, prying apart the damnable buttons one by one until I could completely shrug it off. Silk didn't belong on the floor but there it would stay followed by my slacks for the remainder of the night.
There weren't any words, I simply pushed myself to him and let my hungry lips do all the talking in silence. Well, relative silence. Gabriel made enough noise for the both of us when skin met skin. I'm sure the wall wasn't entirely comfortable but Gabriel wasn't complaining.