Connected Part 4
Title: Connected, Part 4/?
Author:
randysgirl_645
Challenge Words: Summer Challenge-Knife - Lips - Blood
Characters:Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Rating:R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,318
Warnings: AU Vampire B/J fic is that considered a warning? Lol.
Summary: Brian has nightmares about something.
Author’s Note: This is my first Vampire B/J fic, I’ve written other AU fics but never anything like this so hopefully you all will like this and if not let me know constructively ;) This was written for the 3 little words challenge on the queensoftarts community. Thanks to faramirhaldir for the beta :D
Brian’s POV
They are in his loft, both naked on the couch; they couldn’t make it to the bed. Justin beneath him, legs spread apart to make room for Brian who is kneeling between Justin’s legs. His hands are traveling down Justin’s body enjoying the moaning that Justin is making when he all he is doing is caressing him.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” Brian orders Justin, all the while grabbing Justin’s dick and beginning to slowly jerk him off.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Brian grabs a condom from the small table he has in the living room and sheaths himself. He doesn’t have any patience to take his time like he did when he took Justin’s virginity; no he’s too far gone for that, he slams in. Justin cries out but it’s not from pain but from pleasure.
“Oh god, yes fuck me.”
Brian pulls almost completely out only slam back in. He presses his body against Justin’s feeling the sweat that covers Justin’s body and tastes the boy’s mouth with his own. He bites Justin’s lips with his fang and that small taste makes him want more.
Justin’s blood tastes like youth and innocence, for some reason that makes him irresistible to Brian. He has no idea why he can’t get enough of Justin.
He licks the small puncture he made on those plump lips and it closes.
“I love your eyes,” Justin says, “They are so green.”
Brian just smirks, “I know.”
Brian continues to fuck Justin; it’s a frantic race towards an intense orgasm. Brian nuzzles Justin’s neck, licking his neck. He can already taste the blood on his tongue; he wants it as much as he needs it to survive. Something about Justin makes him want to possess him in every way possible.
Brian trances Justin into thinking that he won’t feel any pain when he bites him, that the only thing he’ll feel is intense pleasure. Brian doesn’t listen to that voice that was telling him before that he shouldn’t drink from Justin, his need for blood is much stronger than his conscience and he drives his fangs into Justin’s neck.
Justin is bucking against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he keeps slamming into Justin and taking the sweet essence of his blood. He can’t get enough and if he’s not careful he’ll drain him and he wouldn’t want that. He slowly backs off from sucking his blood. At the same time, their orgasms hit them ferociously.
He collapses on top of Justin and then pulls out, tosses the condom in the trashcan near the bed and then lies down next to Justin.
Brian wants to claim him again, wants to fuck him again, and wants to satiate his hunger again and again. He hasn’t felt like this for anyone else. Then there is also the small fucked up part that this kid is gonna be hurt and he’s going to witness it but if he tells Justin about it, the kid will think he’s some fucking crazy lunatic but shit since when has he cared what some twink thinks about him.
For the first time in all of his existence he doesn’t know what to do, he briefly thinks about asking Ted what he would do, but no, this is something he has to handle on his own.
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“Brian?”
“Hmm...”
“How come you don’t have any windows?” Justin turns to face him where they are lying together on the bed after their third round of fucking.
“I didn’t want them.”
“Oh.”
Brian remembers the night he bought the loft, the windows were shitty; the entire space of the loft needed a fucking makeover and since he was never one to stare out at the window to watch the night sky, he got rid of the windows and renovated everything.
“How come you didn’t want them?”
“Because I didn’t, now go to sleep; it’s 5am,” It’s like talking to a child; Brian thinks but then remembers he is a child. A child with a gorgeous body and a face that doesn’t know whether to be manly or boyish looking.
Silence reigns for a few minutes before Justin breaks it again, “Where did you buy the art?”
Brian rolls his eyes, “Don’t you ever shut up?”
Justin rolls his eyes, “Well?”
“It was a long time ago, I don’t remember.”
Justin looks at him like he doesn’t believe Brian.
“They look like the originals,” Justin says as he looks at one that hanging in one of the bedroom walls across from him.
Brian knows Justin is into art but he pretends he doesn’t know, “What are you a fucking art connoisseur?”
“I’m an artist or well I want to be a professional one.”
“Uh huh.”
“They really look like the paintings that were done in the renaissance period.”
“Yeah because I’m really centuries old and since I was living in that era I decided to collect some of the art,” Brian says it in a sarcastic tone although it’s the truth.
Justin laughs out loud at that.
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Justin’s POV
He has finally fallen asleep, dreaming of Brian fucking him and the intense pleasure he felt when Brian kissed his neck but he could’ve sworn that he did more than kiss, he felt… fangs but that was crazy he knew.
Still there is something different about Brian that fascinates him and intrigues him; he wants to know everything there is to know about Brian.
Justin hears his name and at first he thinks it’s in his dream but then he realizes that it’s not, it is Brian saying his out loud, he’s almost screaming it.
“Justin! Justin! No, No, No!” He hears Brian say.
He opens his eyes and notices that Brian is shaking.
Justin doesn’t know what he should do so he tries to wake him up.
“Brian,” Justin gently shakes him, “wake up.”
Brian still doesn’t wake up so Justin shakes him harder and says his name louder.
“Brian!” He finally yells and that wakes him up. Brian’s eyes are wide and he looks at him like he’s seeing a ghost.
“What is going on?” Justin asks when he’s that Brian has calm down.
“Nothing, just go to sleep,” Brian says his voice husky from sleeping.
“Bullshit, you were screaming my name like something bad was happening.”
“It was just a nightmare.”
“Right, which is why you were shaking? You were saying my name and I want to know why.”
“Goddamn it, I’m telling you it’s just a fucking nightmare, now if you don’t believe me you can go back to your mommy.”
Justin doesn’t believe one word Brian is saying but he shuts up but not before looking into Brian’s eyes and telling him, “I’m onto you.”
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Brian’s POV
He knows now that he is the reason why Justin gets hurt. His latest premonition showed him Justin lying on the cold cement floor, his blood tainting the cement red. Brian had felt helpless in his premonition; he also has an idea of who was restraining him from getting to Justin. This person was going to use Justin to get to Brian. Justin would become his weakness and he couldn't allow that to happen.
Brian knows now that he has to push Justin away from him. He can’t let Justin get any closer to him.
Connected Part 5