Fic: Original - Bloody Love - Oneshot
Title: Bloody Love - Original
Author: ravengrimm
Pairing: Faustus/Nicolai
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3398
Warnings: Vampires, Blood drinking, cousincest, and graphic sexual scenes.
Disclaimer: All mine :D
Summary: Two vampires finally giving in to their desire for one another's bodies and blood
Notes: The first time I've ever writen a sex scene, so comments and critique much appreciated. Sorry if this isn't very good, I hope it's okay :/
Nicolai, for the last time! We are cousins, think reasonably for once in you life!” Faustus exclaims, slamming his hand down on the escritoire. “Just tell me why you are here, and then you must leave.” He turns his back on the younger vampire, running a hand through his long black hair to calm himself.
Nicolai huffs childishly. “Well if you must spoil my fun,” he grumbles. “Mother asked me to invite your family to dine with us tonight.” He pauses to rifle through a book left open on the nightstand; the pages crisp and browned with age. “You will come, won’t you Faust?” Nicolai asks, his voice seductive and Faustus knows his cousin is using his vampire gift of manipulation to colour his words and add power to them. “It won’t be any fun without you there; your father can be such a bore.”
“How ever so polite of you, to speak of your uncle in this way,” Faust comments dryly, eyeing Nicolai over his shoulder and watching him twirl a lock of golden hair around his slim, pale fingers. “I am almost certain my parent’s will attend, as will Daveed, but I shall be busy,” Faust informs him, his own gifts rendering the manipulative charm inert and powerless.
Nicolai scowls, no doubt furious to find his magic infective yet again. He folds his arms across his chest like a petulant child and glares at the floorboards, his eyes tight. Like all that came before it, this mood swing is brief and in a second Nicolai’s whole demeanour has shifted back. His shoulders relax, his arms slipping down at his sides and he smiles provocatively. “Come, Faust,” he coaxes, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he gazes through his lashes at Faust.
“Nicolai, I have things to take care-”
“Why must you always play hard to get?” Nicolai complains, interrupting him. He fists his hands in the front of Faust’s overcoat and pulls him around so that they are face to face again. “Come to dinner, Faust,” he all but demands, the charm flowing from him in waves, strong enough this time to make Faust’s mind recoil from it. Faust strengthens his defences against the vampire’s gift just as Nicolai cocks his head to one side, a thoughtfully expression playing with his boyish features. Without another word he releases his grip and rests a finger against his bottom lip. Faust quirks an eyebrow, he knows that expression much too well.
“Nicolai if you-”
“Perhaps it would be better if I stay with you then?” Nicolai interrupts and appears to like this idea very much. He nods. “Yes,” he says, “that will be much better, much more… convenient. That way we get to be alone together, we’ll have the house all to ourselves, all night. Won’t that be fun?” Nicolai’s lips curl up into a devilish grin.
“It would seem you do not understand the meaning of the word busy. It means I…”
“Whatever it is,” Nicolai interrupts, dismissing the rest of Faust’s sentence with a wave of his hand. “I will help you. That way you will be finished in half the time. And afterwards we can do something much more… enjoyable.”
Faust turns his back on his cousin for a second time to avoid the vampire’s penetrating gaze. Such an intense look has always gotten its way.
“Nicolai, stop talking such nonsense, you are my…”
“Lover?”
“No-”
“But I could be,” Nicolai encourages, sliding his fingers over Faust’s shoulders. “Think about it, Faust,” he entices, pressing himself against Faust’s back and wrapping his arms across the vampire’s chest. Faust feels his cousin’s lips brush along his left ear, and he closes his eyes against the gentle tickle of Nicolai’s cool breath caressing his neck.
“I know you want this. God how I can feel it!” Nicolai breathes. He thrusts his hips against Faust’s buttocks causing him to gasp at the press of the younger vampires arousal. “You haven’t had sex in decades, I can give you release,” he hisses, sliding a hand down Faust’s chest to cup it over his cock; excited against his will by Nicolai’s advances. Faust grits his teeth, fighting to stay in control of his aching need to rip Nicolai’s clothing into oblivion and take from him his sex, and his blood.
“You are walking a dangerous line here, Nico,” Faust cautions, his voice raspy and breathless.
“I can take it,” Nicolai promises, squeezing his hand slightly and making Faust groan. “And I can give you so much pleasure. You need this, let me give this to you.”
“…Nico, this… what you want… is too big a risk, to-too dangerous. Leave… I do not need this. You… you need to leave…” Faust murmurs and it’s almost a plea, but his voice lacks conviction, his heart rate quickening at the feel of his cousin’s body tight against his own. Nicolai grazes his lips along Faust’s pale cheek, and Faust leans into the touch.
“Nico stop this… please st-” Faust gets no further as Nicolai presses their lips together, cupping Faust’s cheeks in both hands. Faust freezes in his cousin’s gentle embrace, willing his hunger to recede. The beat of Nicolai’s heart is pronounced in Faust’s ears, and he can feel his pulsing blood beneath his lips, can almost taste it. The rhythm of heart and blood is euphoric to the older vampire and the prospect of opening a vein in Nicolai’s neck is beyond words. He has not taken fresh blood in so many years, resorted to stealing bags from hospitals, refrigerated and drinking the contents cold. It is not natural to a vampire, the cold is sickening to them, but it is worse warmed through, it tastes spoiled.
He had thought to abstain entirely, to go cold turkey, but that is out of the question, the idea absurd. The hunger would turn him mad before finally sending him into hibernation, and in that time he would kill indiscriminately without rhyme or reason. A vampire cannot fight their hunger, no matter how strong, as sometimes with more strength comes a greater hunger; they can only hope to gain some control over it.
Nicolai at last breaks the kiss, but stays close enough for their lips to touch and Faust’s mouth moves with a will of its own, trying to coax the other’s close again.
‘Have you noticed Faust,” Nicolai whispers and the tickle of his breath is both maddening and erotic against Faust’s lips, “that you call me ‘Nico’ when your hot.” He sniggers. “I make you hot. I make your pulse race and your blood boil. You are so hot right now!’
Faust’s jaw clenches, his senses abruptly returning to him. To allow himself to be seduced by this fledgling vampire’s wiles is ludicrous, it’s unthinkable.
‘No, Nicolai!” he enunciates. “Stop this…’ He pushes his cousin’s face away and turns on him. “This cannot happen!”
Nicolai ignores Faust’s words, an amorous look in his sapphire eyes. He takes a step closer, backing Faust against the escritoire. He caresses Faust’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, and runs his thumb across the vampire’s lips, kiss swollen and parted. Faust opens his mouth to order his cousin to leave again but the only word his lips seem to know is ‘Now’ and this acts as an invitation to the younger vampire. Nicolai steps closer, slides his hand around the back of Faust neck and kisses him firmly.
Faust breathes a stifled, reigned sigh into his cousin’s mouth and presses hard against his body, forcing him back a few steps. Nicolai responds in kind and slips his tongue into Faust’s mouth. Faust’s hunger soars at the sweetness of his cousin’s last meal, the honey taste of an elf’s blood. Faust moans low in his throat as Nicolai withdraws, but Faust knows he is far from done.
“Let me give you release, Faust,” Nicolai mutters, his hand falling down between Faust’s legs again, cupping firmly over his hardening cock. Faust’s eyes widen, his hips thrusting up into his cousin’s hand.
“You are so tense, so hard. I’ll make you feel much better,” Nicolai coaxes, running the fingers of his free hand along the smooth skin of Faust’s angular jawbone.
Nicolai leans his forehead against Faust’s chest as he undoes the knot in his britches and Faust’s eye are drawn to his cousin’s slender neck, displayed before him like an entrée, tantalising. He licks his lips and presses his mouth into Nicolai’s silken hair as the young vampire slides his hand between fabric and skin, pressing a kiss to Faust’s collarbone.
Nicolai’s hand grips Faust’s cock firmly making him moan through his teeth. The soft caress is more than Faust can bear after so long without sexual gratification, and he sinks to his knees, Nicolai falling with him, his hand still gripping its prize.
***
Nicolai coaxes Faust’s head up by running his lips up the other vampire’s chin and teasing at his ruby lips with his teeth. He gazes lustfully into Faust’s deep green eyes, trained on his now with animalistic hunger.
‘I love you Faust,’ Nicolai whispers, leaning in, and Faust kisses him with such force, such passion that it is painful, bruising. The kiss assaults Nicolai’s senses, his vision whiting in the heat of Faust’s passion and need. Nicolai’s breath catches in his throat at its force and he presses in hard between his cousin’s thighs.
Nicolai pulls back sharply, gasping for the breath that was stolen from him and Faust growls at him. The sound makes Nicolai pause, and as he looks into Faust’s eyes, dilated and violent, a shiver runs cold down his spine. He cannot read his cousin’s thoughts without Faust letting him, but Nicolai can easily imagine what’s running through the Vampire’s mind right now.
A moment to snatch back his nerves, and Nicolai lowers his head, trailing nipping kisses down Faust’s torso, his shoulders hunched to protect his neck from the older, more powerful vampire’s hunger.
Nicolai grips both hands firmly to Faust’s upper thighs, digging his fingers in, as he knows the vampire can take it, and the groan he gets in response proves that he likes it as well. He rolls his tongue over the exposed skin of Faust’s abdomen before sliding his mouth down and around his cock, engulfing it. Faust purrs, a low rumble emanating from deep within his chest and Nicolai can feel it in his lips.
Nicolai draws loose circles across Faust’s shaft with his tongue as the vampire trusts up into his mouth. Nicolai stares up through his lashes, studying the beautiful expressions of pleasure on Faust’s perfect face. He is propped up on his hands, his head lolling back, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glassy and unseeing. Nicolai grazes his teeth along Faust’s cock and the groan that escapes the vampire this time, is visceral and is almost enough to make Nicolai come.
Spurred on by Faust’s reaction to the feel of his teeth, Nicolai presses one sharp canine into Faust’s erection. A gasp and a trust from Faust, opens a gash along his cock, flooding Nicolai’s mouth with his hot blood. A sudden rush of hunger blinds the younger vampire and he tightens his grip on Faust’s thighs, sucking feverishly at Faust’s bleeding cock.
The images Nicolai sees, the memories that flow to him in the river of his cousin’s blood, are mind blowing. Never before, in all the blood that Nicolai has consumed, has he ever experienced anything quite like this. So strong are the visions, that Nicolai looses all perception of time, of where he is, of even who he is. Consuming Faust’s blood, Nicolai is Faust, is reliving the vampires life, all his experiences, his feelings. All in a rush that is much too fast for his mind to fully comprehend. Close to a millennia passes across Nicolai’s vision, burning in his veins every pain, every pleasure, every moment pressed in another’s arms, every second feasting on a human’s blood.
Faust climaxes. Come and blood mixes within Nicolai’s mouth salty and metallic and overwhelming him with even more images. He laps it up like the starved, insatiable animal that he is. Finally allowed to do this with the man he has loved for nearly a century, and he is over come by the beast. He had hoped for more self-control, to be able to prolong the pleasure and assert more dominance over Faustus De Cornell, one of the strongest and oldest vampires alive. But his hunger and need for Faust’s blood and seed is all consuming and utterly devastating in its strength.
The vampire momentarily sealed within a box in Nicolai’s heart, the man that he is releases Faust and sits back on his haunches to gaze at the spent, dishevelled vampire before him. Never before has a vampire looked both glorious and terrifying all at once.
Faust’s eyes are still dilated and wild, as he studies Nicolai. His mouth hangs open, his lips curled back enough to bare his fangs; this is hunger in its most deadly form. Faust could easily tear Nicolai to shreds under normal circumstances, but now he is fuelled by need and want and lust, and Nicolai can hear the beat of Faust’s heart, slow and even, unmistakably controlled…
Nicolai takes a steadying breath and leans up so that he shadows Faust in a domineering pose, and forces his fear to recede.
‘Don’t think I’m through with you yet…lover,’ he says with false bravado and only a faint quaver betrays his tone. Faust’s lips curl up further as he laughs in a low rumble, both music and war drums to Nicolai’s ears.
Nicolai’s hands fist at his sides a moment, fighting the fight or flight mechanism, determined to stand his ground and finish what he has started. Faust just sits there, bare skin exposed, his body and posture inviting, but his eyes are both playful and hostile.
Nicolai steels himself, pride winning out over self-preservation, a pride that has often gotten Nicolai into risky situations, just none quite as life threatening as this. Nicolai swallows dryly and sits forward onto his knees to unfasten his breaches.
‘When I’m through with you, you wonder why you didn’t let it happen sooner,’ Nicolai says, his gaze flicking up to see Faust run his tongue along his teeth, his attention never faltering from Nicolai’s eyes.
Nicolai clenches his jaw, furious with himself for being played like a violin in Faust’s skilful hands. Oh how the tables have turned. Nicolai’s vampire gift of manipulation falls completely short of any effect where Faustus is concerned; so utterly useless it’s infuriating.
Nicolai bites his tongue to quiet the snarl building in his throat and slips his knees in between his cousin’s thighs, splayed open with all but a welcome matt. Angry with himself, Nicolai presses a kiss to Faust’s lips much too forcefully as the older vampire feels as hard as stone beneath him. A mocking laugh vibrates in Faust’s chest and Nicolai bites hard on his cousin’s lip making it bleed. A big mistake.
Two hands, contorted into claws, grip suddenly at the back of Nicolai's head holding it completely immoveable. Faust savages Nicolai's mouth with his teeth, tearing flesh, and gauging himself on the spoils of blood. Nicolai fights with Faust’s vice-like hold to no avail. He tries to plead with the vampire but cannot create the space needed to move his lips. Nicolai feels panic like never before. It is immensely difficult for a human to kill a vampire permanently, but for another vampire, one as strong as Faustus, it is a simple task…
Nicolai opens his mind and begs there, forcing his thoughts into Faust, desperately, hoping that the vampire in him hasn’t taken him over completely. He begs endlessly in his mind, trying to reason with the vampire, to coax the man back to the surface.
Faust pulls away abruptly, his mouth a smear of crimson, his eyes red from pupil to sclera, coloured by Nicolai's blood. His red pupils are narrower, his head cocked to one side and blood trickling from his eyes as an overflow to his unintended meal. His mouth hangs open, no longer contorted into a sneer. His whole expression is dazed, confused.
Nicolai knows what it is like to consume too much blood, he has done it many times before and knows how to over come it; Faust has not. Faust is much more restrained when feeding, moral, human loving, and only ever eats his fill, no more, no less. And now he only drinks donated blood, Nicolai is disgusted by the concept. Because of this, Faust isn’t strong enough to overcome the crippling, dizzying high of a body utterly swimming with blood.
Faust is not yet back to himself, but with too much blood filling his every pore, and almost seeping out like the sweat a vampire doesn’t have, he is subdued making him lethargic, more pliable, much easier to manipulate…
Swaying and faintly light-headed with having lost so much blood, but with renewed enthusiasm, Nicolai pushes Faust onto his back. He tears what remaining clothing lay between them free, and hurls it aside. Faust looks even more delicious in his weakened state, and with the smell of blood in the air; it takes all of Nicolai’s self-control to refrain from ravishing him. Nicolai’s breath hitches as Faust’s thighs grinds up against his own, naked flesh on naked flesh.
***
Faust’s eyes are unfocused, swathed in a vale of blood, his fingers twitching at his sides. His mind is flooded with images from Nicolai’s life. He sees so many visions of himself from Nicolai’s eyes, watching from afar. He feels the want, the desire Nicolai has for him, has always had for him.
Faust’s sees mostly the haze of blood, but he can make out his cousin hanging over him, and he rubs his body against Nicolai’s, desperate to ease his ach. Without warning he feels a sharp pressure at his buttocks that jolts his eyes in to seeing clearly before blinding them in fiery white light. His groan ends in a gasp when Nicolai thrusts deeper into him and he can smell his own blood again.
***
They moan, giving and taking from each other, alive with heat and passion.
Their bodies grinding against the floor and each other until finally their bodies can resist no more. Nicolai’s moans gutturally as his hot seed shoots into his cousin. His breathing is ragged, his body heavy and quivering with sensations. He has reached Heaven and drank Ambrosia with Faust. He can die blissful here, and take every ounce of punishment Faust sees fit to issue him.
Nicolai breathes deep, relaxing into the groves of the body beneath him. His head swims faintly with so little blood pumping in his veins and most of that, somewhere about his groin. He clasps a hand to his forehead to fight off unconsciousness and gazes down at Faust, whose eyes are scrunched shut, teeth pressed into his bottom lip.
Nicolai sprawls down beside Faust, intertwining his fingers in the older vampire’s black hair falling in a seductive mess about his shoulders.
There is a long moment of content, breathless silence until Faust finally finds his voice, saying, “This can never happen again.” His voice is so rough it sends shivers through Nicolai’s already tingling limbs.
“I want you Faust, that will never change.”
“I very nearly killed you, you realize. It would have been so easy,” Faust warns opening his eyes and turning his head to look at Nicolai. “I wanted to. Just to see how those pretty blue eyes would look with no life behind them.”
Nicolai’s stomach lurches but he dismisses his cousin’s dark tone and words as though it means nothing when truly it terrifies him, even though it is merely a conformation of what he already knew.
Nicolai takes a breath. “But you didn’t,” he points out, running a slender finger along Faust’s lips, trailing it through his own blood still smeared across Faust’s kiss swollen lips.
“That is beside the point, Nico.”
“Hah! You called me Nico again,” Nicolai choruses, grinning from ear to ear. “You love me, you’re just shy that’s all.” Before Faust can correct him, Nicolai smothers the vampire’s lips with his own, kissing away his unspoken words.