OOM: Trick or Treat

[mr_smarty_vamp]

It must look silly, a Power Ranger practically running after a cross-dressed French Maid.

But hey, that's the fun of Halloween, right?

Damian has the feeling that it will be more fun without his costume on, though.

Catching up with Nathaniel, he lets them both into his room, locking the door behind them. Any trick-or-treaters will be ignored.

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[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel grins as he backs towards the bed, his hips swaying.

"The true-hearted hero captures the loose-moraled maid," he asks, his words a little breathless.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian chuckles, pulling off his gloves and tossing them aside. If he's going to touch Nathaniel again, he wants it to be skin on skin. The gloves are in the way. Hell, the whole get up he's been shoved into is in the way.

The brief respite as they'd made it to the room has allowed him to think past the bloodlust, but he has a feeling that won't last for long.

"True-hearted heroes don't usually aim to capture maids so they can drink their blood. Are you so sure it is a hero who has brought you here?"

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel wants nothing more at this very moment than Damian to push him into the bed and fuck him senseless, but he knows that isn't going to happen. He can feel it. Damian might tease and play, feed from him and let him come, but the vampire is not ready for more from a man. Even one dressed as a woman.

"You want more than my blood, though," Nathaniel murmurs, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread as he leans back a little on his hands.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

It is a bit strange, the way he finds Nathaniel so very erotic in the costume. It isn't because he wishes his friend were a woman. Not at all. But it seems the strangeness of it, the blurring of gender and hint of role playing, just adds to the wereleopard's natural allure.

Nathaniel is very aware of his body. Damian knows what it is like to position oneself just right, so he knows that the peek beneath the skirt that he's given is entirely intentional.

"Yes," he breathes, reaching behind him to find the zipper of his jumpsuit. The fabric is peeled away, his arms pulling free. The movements are unnaturally graceful, as if he's done this before on many occasions, and his torso and arms are revealed to Nathaniel's gaze as he slowly stalks forward.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel's pulse jumps as his eyes travel down pale skin, watches the inhuman grace of the vampire. He swallows, hands fisting in the the blankets atop the bed.

"Blood isn't all I want to give you," he whispers, eyes moving up from navel to nipples along throat to finally meet Damian's bright gaze.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Emerald eyes flicker, glowing a little in the soft light. When he gets close enough to Nathaniel, he bends at the waist, hovering over Nat at an angle. He can feel heat radiating from the wereleopard, scent his blood and arousal in the air.

"I know," he whispers, a breath away from Nathaniel's lips.

He knows what Nat would offer him. He even knows that he wants to take it. Only fear holds him back, and the fear is difficult to shake. He has been taking slow steps, though. He has been trying.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel would never push either Damian or Asher. He has been trained to be selfless and accommodating. The vampires will come around in their own time, and Nathaniel won't force them to do more than they want to do.

He tilts his head, moaning softly as their lips barely brushing Damian's.

"But it isn't time for that yet," he admits, almost quivering with want. "Not that, but... maybe something?"

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian feels that very fine tremor as his fingertips trail down Nathaniel's arms, from the sleeves of the costume to the soft skin of his friend's forearms. His tongue darts out, drawing a slow line across Nathaniel's lower lip.

"Yes," he breathes against the damp skin. "Something good."

[one_of_her_boys]

If Nathaniel hadn't had such training in his life, that simple touch would have probably made him come. The atmosphere was so charged, erotic and sensual and Nathaniel's head spins as he reaches for Damian's tongue.

"Anything, Damian," he whispers.

And he means it. Anything the vampire wants, he will do, and it shines as a truth in his lavender gaze.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Nathaniel might chase his tongue, but he keeps it just out of reach, loving how desperate Nathaniel is for even that small touch. The offer of anything is taken very seriously. He treasures the trust he's given, and he won't betray it.

The temptation to take the blood his body so badly desires is there, an ache he can feel along every inch of him, but he can hold himself in check. He can draw it out.

He locks gazes with Nathaniel while his fingers slowly travel back up the other man's arms. "We'll start with a kiss... and see where that leads us."

Cupping Nathaniel's face in one hand, he brings their lips together, starting soft and superficial and allowing the kiss to deepen and build at a natural, unrushed pace.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel's eyes slide shut as he slides his tongue between lips and teeth, careful not to prick himself. Damian didn't seem to want his blood just yet, and he's willing to play the game. He sits up straighter, moaning, his hands skating over chilled, pale flesh, up over hips and stomach, until his thumbs can tease Damian's nipples as the kiss continues, becomes deeper.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Kissing Nathaniel brings warmth to somewhere deep inside him, and he moans softly into the kiss when Nat touches him, teasing him with the lightest of touches. As the kiss deepens, his own fingers skate along Nathaniel's jaw, ears, and neck.

It isn't long before he wants more substantial contact, and he manoeuvres them both, sitting next to Nathaniel before pulling the wereleopard over. He has to hike up the costume's skirt, but he doesn't care much about propriety at the moment, moaning into their kiss as he settles with Nathaniel straddling his waist and thighs. Even through the remainder of his own costume, he can feel the heat and weight of the leopard against him, and it's exactly what he'd wanted.

[one_of_her_boys]

Unable to stop himself, Nathaniel rubs himself lightly against the vampire, his hands cupping the back of Damian's head. The kiss becomes a little hungrier, and Nathaniel growls softly. It's close to the full moon, and his beast is restless, needy. In the back of his mind, he knows he'll need to ask Asher for a good, thorough, rough fuck before the night is out.

But, right now, he's Damian's, all his conscious thought focused on the slim, cool vampire pressed against him. By God, he just wants to rip the underwear from his body, claw the fabric from Damian's, and sink down on him. As the image slams into him, he pulls his mouth away, his hands tightening in Damian's hair as he tosses his head back with a mewl.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian wraps his arms around Nathaniel, his hands running along the fabric of the costume, first up and down Nat's back, and then along the skirt and apron and down the leopard's strong thighs. He can't resist moving under the skirt on the way back up his hands broad in their touches to Nathaniel's satin-covered backside.

He doesn't grab just yet, but there's time.

"You're so beautiful... so warm," he breathes against Nathaniel's chin before kissing along the strong line of his jaw.

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel forces his hands to release Damian's hair. He rights his head, looking at Damian as he reaches around and grabs his braid. Even as his hips shift back and forth in Damian's lap -- almost absently, really -- he begins to unbraid his hair. After a few moments, the auburn hangs loose and rippled, still slightly damp, the vanilla scent potent.

"You want that warmth," he whispers, lips ghosting over Damian's temple.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian inhales the sweet scent, his need to touch and be touched overwhelming him as Nathaniel's hair teases over his arms.

"Yes," he breathes on the tail end of another quiet moan.