Nate turns so his cheek catches the light, the puffiness going down, his body reabsorbing what little blood he has left in him, his skin latticing back together. He smiles and the guy’s mouth trembles.
“What the fuck?” The guy breathes. He starts to recover from being pinned and struggles. Nate breaks his collar bone with a thumb and his mouth goes slack.
Nate’s hard in his pants. He’s surprised he has enough blood left, but he hasn’t been fucked since his maker left and he’s young. The man is attractive, huge and strong and hurting. Nate watches his mouth and his pain-bright eyes and he can’t wait anymore.
“I am subtle when I want to fuck a guy,” he says, tilting his head back to let his fangs out to their full potential, gripping the man’s shoulder so he moans, caught and afraid. Nate bends his head back so fast he almost snaps the man’s neck.
He doesn’t bite the man. He rips a chunk of his throat out, spitting whatever’s in his mouth onto the pavement so he can cover the wide-open wound with his mouth, tonguing it, groaning at the rush of blood into his mouth. He humps up against the man’s belly, the edge of his involuntarily hard cock, groping his shoulder, the edge of his mouth, feeling his labored breaths coasting. The blood is coming so fast Nate can barely swallow it.
Nate rubs against him and sucks at his neck, listening to his faint moans. He’s in shock already from the throw and the broken bone, too far gone to even struggle. Nate doesn’t care. He’s gone too, immersed in blood, feeling warmer than he has in weeks.
Somewhere in the mess he comes, but sexual pleasure is nothing in comparison to blood. It does take the edge off though, lets him come down enough to cradle the man in his arms as he slumps, holding him, suckling softer at the wound while so Nate can palm him through one last orgasm. The man shudders when Nate’s hand touches him through his jeans, his head lolled to the side. His precome smells amazing, rich like his skin and his blood but different.
Nate pulls back and there’s still enough left in the man that his blood freckles Nate’s face, trickling down to his collar, but there’s not a drop on the ground. The man is turning white.
Nate smiles at him, feeling benevolent and so big. He shakes the man so his head is mostly upright, more lit than it was before. He looks at Nate, trying to focus. Nate rubs him faster. He deserves this before he dies.
“You’re strong,” Nate tells him gently, “healthy. Military? I don’t think I’ve ever been pushed around like that. It almost hurt. But how could you have known I was a vampire?”
The man gurgles, his blood pulsing slower, his eyes dulling a little even while his leg shakes, his hips sluggishly lurching against Nate’s hand.
“Poor you,” Nate soothes. “It’s okay. It’s almost over, don’t be afraid. C’mon.”
The man is shaking, tears slipping down his face and his mouth working empty. Nate shushes him and puts a thumb in his mouth to stop the ghost words.
“I could save you,” Nate whispers, pressing the heel of his hand down. “It might be fun. If you want I’ll do it.” He watches the man twitch, barely holding on. “Do you want me to save you?”
He pulls his thumb out of the man’s mouth and sticks it in his own, tasting the iron of death before he bites it. He cups the man’s cheek, his bleeding thumb just out of reach.
“Quickly,” Nate tells him “decide. There isn’t much time,” his hand still working.
The man’s chest heaves, eyes sliding down to Nate’s thumb as his legs start to slide out from underneath him. His pulse is fluttering and his hips churn against Nate’s hand. He can’t say anything to Nate, his mouth just open enough, half in the light and half in the dark, right on the edge.
“What the fuck?” The guy breathes. He starts to recover from being pinned and struggles. Nate breaks his collar bone with a thumb and his mouth goes slack.
Nate’s hard in his pants. He’s surprised he has enough blood left, but he hasn’t been fucked since his maker left and he’s young. The man is attractive, huge and strong and hurting. Nate watches his mouth and his pain-bright eyes and he can’t wait anymore.
“I am subtle when I want to fuck a guy,” he says, tilting his head back to let his fangs out to their full potential, gripping the man’s shoulder so he moans, caught and afraid. Nate bends his head back so fast he almost snaps the man’s neck.
He doesn’t bite the man. He rips a chunk of his throat out, spitting whatever’s in his mouth onto the pavement so he can cover the wide-open wound with his mouth, tonguing it, groaning at the rush of blood into his mouth. He humps up against the man’s belly, the edge of his involuntarily hard cock, groping his shoulder, the edge of his mouth, feeling his labored breaths coasting. The blood is coming so fast Nate can barely swallow it.
Nate rubs against him and sucks at his neck, listening to his faint moans. He’s in shock already from the throw and the broken bone, too far gone to even struggle. Nate doesn’t care. He’s gone too, immersed in blood, feeling warmer than he has in weeks.
Somewhere in the mess he comes, but sexual pleasure is nothing in comparison to blood. It does take the edge off though, lets him come down enough to cradle the man in his arms as he slumps, holding him, suckling softer at the wound while so Nate can palm him through one last orgasm. The man shudders when Nate’s hand touches him through his jeans, his head lolled to the side. His precome smells amazing, rich like his skin and his blood but different.
Nate pulls back and there’s still enough left in the man that his blood freckles Nate’s face, trickling down to his collar, but there’s not a drop on the ground. The man is turning white.
Nate smiles at him, feeling benevolent and so big. He shakes the man so his head is mostly upright, more lit than it was before. He looks at Nate, trying to focus. Nate rubs him faster. He deserves this before he dies.
“You’re strong,” Nate tells him gently, “healthy. Military? I don’t think I’ve ever been pushed around like that. It almost hurt. But how could you have known I was a vampire?”
The man gurgles, his blood pulsing slower, his eyes dulling a little even while his leg shakes, his hips sluggishly lurching against Nate’s hand.
“Poor you,” Nate soothes. “It’s okay. It’s almost over, don’t be afraid. C’mon.”
The man is shaking, tears slipping down his face and his mouth working empty. Nate shushes him and puts a thumb in his mouth to stop the ghost words.
“I could save you,” Nate whispers, pressing the heel of his hand down. “It might be fun. If you want I’ll do it.” He watches the man twitch, barely holding on. “Do you want me to save you?”
He pulls his thumb out of the man’s mouth and sticks it in his own, tasting the iron of death before he bites it. He cups the man’s cheek, his bleeding thumb just out of reach.
“Quickly,” Nate tells him “decide. There isn’t much time,” his hand still working.
The man’s chest heaves, eyes sliding down to Nate’s thumb as his legs start to slide out from underneath him. His pulse is fluttering and his hips churn against Nate’s hand. He can’t say anything to Nate, his mouth just open enough, half in the light and half in the dark, right on the edge.
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Aaaaand you have broken me. And Brad. But mostly me. ::sniffs::
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Aaaaand you have broken me. And Brad. But mostly me. ::sniffs:
Sorry :( I AM TRY TO WRITE COLD MORNING PORNS BUT IT SO HARD. THIS KEYBOARD IS NOT FLAT LIKE A LAPTOP KEYBOARD.
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The Story of How Nate Fick Vaporized Someone For Eating Pizza Noisily
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This is brutal and carnal, but isn't that kind of the point?
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