On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the beast
Title: On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the beast
Pairing: Ohkura Tadayoshi/Nishikido Ryo
Rating: R
Warnings: Vampire frottage?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, or the Meatloaf song that I got the title from (I changed it a little though).
Summary: It's barely over 400 words, there's no way I can really summarize it. Just look at the pairing and the warning, that's how people choose what they want to read 75% of the time anyway.
A/N: Written in a MSN conversation with luna_truths, and then edited later. She claims this made her cry somehow, but I'm pretty sure that it was just because she's sick.I shouldn't have been writing this, but I did anyway, so enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome.
He gasped as the man’s teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck. Logically he knew that it should hurt, that he should be pushing the stranger away, but all he could do was hold that sinful mouth closer to him, fingers sliding into golden brown locks. He moaned as their hips pressed together; the waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. When the stranger pulled away to lick his bloody lips, he immediately followed; grabbing the lapels of the dress shirt to pull the man closer as he raised up unto the tips of his toes, eager to feel those delectable lips against his skin once more. A gasp escaped from his own parted lips when the stranger's hands landed on his hips, lifting him to sit on top of the table behind him, ignoring the dinner dishes that still covered the surface. He wrapped his legs around the narrow waist of the stranger and continued to grind against him as those full lips once again found his neck, lazily lapping at the blood that continued to flow from the punctures.
Large hands began exploring his body, pulling their heated forms closer still, their hardened lengths pressed together through the layers of clothes. The stranger pulled back to moan, low and long, desperately grinding against him. He Ran his hands up over the stranger’s broad shoulders and let his fingers card through the silken locks once more, guiding the full, blood stained lips back to his throat. He could feel the blood traveling through his veins as if it were laced with ecstasy as that familiar warmth began to settle in the pit of his stomach. Small gasps and groans fell from his lips as the stranger began sucking at his neck more ferociously; he could feel him growl against his abused skin, a deep melodic rumble. Sooner than he would have liked he felt himself losing all of his control, coming harder than he ever remembered coming before.
The stranger pulled back slowly, smacking his lips with the barest hint of a smirk. He tried to glare at the man through his lusty haze.
"You could have taken my pants off you know." he said breathlessly, "As amazing as that was I could have lived without having to do the laundry tonight."
The stranger leaned in and kissed him for the first time since he'd let him through the door. "I've got other plans for you tonight."
He eyed the stranger skeptically, "You aren't going to kill me are you? At least let me put on some clean pants before you do."
"I'm not going to kill you. You gave me a meal; I have to express my thanks for the food."
Pairing: Ohkura Tadayoshi/Nishikido Ryo
Rating: R
Warnings: Vampire frottage?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, or the Meatloaf song that I got the title from (I changed it a little though).
Summary: It's barely over 400 words, there's no way I can really summarize it. Just look at the pairing and the warning, that's how people choose what they want to read 75% of the time anyway.
A/N: Written in a MSN conversation with luna_truths, and then edited later. She claims this made her cry somehow, but I'm pretty sure that it was just because she's sick.I shouldn't have been writing this, but I did anyway, so enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome.
He gasped as the man’s teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck. Logically he knew that it should hurt, that he should be pushing the stranger away, but all he could do was hold that sinful mouth closer to him, fingers sliding into golden brown locks. He moaned as their hips pressed together; the waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. When the stranger pulled away to lick his bloody lips, he immediately followed; grabbing the lapels of the dress shirt to pull the man closer as he raised up unto the tips of his toes, eager to feel those delectable lips against his skin once more. A gasp escaped from his own parted lips when the stranger's hands landed on his hips, lifting him to sit on top of the table behind him, ignoring the dinner dishes that still covered the surface. He wrapped his legs around the narrow waist of the stranger and continued to grind against him as those full lips once again found his neck, lazily lapping at the blood that continued to flow from the punctures.
Large hands began exploring his body, pulling their heated forms closer still, their hardened lengths pressed together through the layers of clothes. The stranger pulled back to moan, low and long, desperately grinding against him. He Ran his hands up over the stranger’s broad shoulders and let his fingers card through the silken locks once more, guiding the full, blood stained lips back to his throat. He could feel the blood traveling through his veins as if it were laced with ecstasy as that familiar warmth began to settle in the pit of his stomach. Small gasps and groans fell from his lips as the stranger began sucking at his neck more ferociously; he could feel him growl against his abused skin, a deep melodic rumble. Sooner than he would have liked he felt himself losing all of his control, coming harder than he ever remembered coming before.
The stranger pulled back slowly, smacking his lips with the barest hint of a smirk. He tried to glare at the man through his lusty haze.
"You could have taken my pants off you know." he said breathlessly, "As amazing as that was I could have lived without having to do the laundry tonight."
The stranger leaned in and kissed him for the first time since he'd let him through the door. "I've got other plans for you tonight."
He eyed the stranger skeptically, "You aren't going to kill me are you? At least let me put on some clean pants before you do."
"I'm not going to kill you. You gave me a meal; I have to express my thanks for the food."