Elijah/Sharpe - 05 - NC17 - Cleaning up after the children can be quite tedious...

[sharpe_blood]

[cross posted to: elegant_poison and blood_quarter]

Sharpe, seated on a pile of abandoned crates, lit a cigarette as he observed the late-night foot traffic of New Orleans. He had already fed, but despite being sated his mind was too restless to return indoors. He couldn't wrap his mind around the nervous energy, but he knew that the night still held something for him.

Releasing the woman, Elijah touched her face gently, checking that the wounds had closed and she was secure on the bench before he kissed her cheek and stood, moving into the night. He sniffed, licking the last traces of blood from his lips. "Ricky," he said and smiled, going to find the other vampire.

A gentle breeze wafted down the alley that Sharpe was lounging in, and as it drifted past his nose he instantly recognized Elijah's scent. He was somewhere nearby. He quickly stood and headed towards the intoxicating smell.

Moving quickly, Elijah turned a corner and laughed as he saw Richard coming toward him. "Rick!"

"Elijah," Sharpe murmured and opened his arms slight, welcoming the smaller vampire with a smile.

Hurrying, Elijah wrapped around Richard and hugged him. "Hey there! How are you?" He looked up and smiled before stepping back.

Reluctant to completely release the other vampire, Sharpe trailed his hand down Elijah's arms, "good now," he smiled genuinely at the other vampire.

"Me too!" Elijah leaned in and inhaled. "Mmm, you ate, yes?"

"Mmmhmm," Sharpe replied quietly before Elijah could move away. "Do you need to be somewhere?"

"Nope," Elijah said. "Manager is watching the club. I'm all yours for the evening." He tilted his head. "You busy?"

"Calendar suddenly cleared up," his smile was impossibly bright in dark New Orleans night. "Can I perhaps buy you a cup of coffee?"

"I'd love that," Elijah said. "I'll even let you buy me a beignet."

He threw his head back and laughed before throwing his arm over Elijah's shoulder. "Let your sweet tooth lead the way Elijah, and my wallet will follow."

"Good man Sharpe one, good man," Elijah led him to one of his favorite cafes where they are seated on the patio. "I could get used to this."

As the waitress approached Sharpe placed his own order for coffee before gesturing across the table to Elijah.

"Black coffee and a - bearclaw." He thanked her as she left the table and then turned to Richard. "Thanks." His eyes sparkled. "I was thinking about you a couple of days ago and wondering if you were doing okay."

If he were capable of blushing, Richard was sure his cheeks would be tinged pink. "If I was on your mind, you could have stopped by the office again." He raised his eyes from the table and smiled, "I would have liked that... I've... I was... You've been on my mind too."

"Yeah?" Elijah grinned, looking up as the coffees and pastry were sat on the table. He looked back at Richard. "I would have, but I was busy as hell lately." He pulled a piece of the bearclaw and chewed it. "So it's good we ran into each other, hmm?"

"Definitely," Sharpe took a long drink of coffee, not taking his eyes off of the other vampire. He was grateful he ran into Elijah. He had missed the little imp. "What had you so busy the past few weeks?"

"Work," Elijah shrugged. "One of the young ones left a mess in the alley behind the club." He gestures and then takes another bite. "Mmm, damn these are good."

"I hope that isn't a regular occurrence for you,” Sharpe reached across the table and snagged a piece of pastry. "Cleaning up after the children can be quite tedious." He smiled as he popped the morsel into his mouth.

"Periodic," Elijah said. "He's been - spoken to. He'll be more tidy next time." He grinned, fangs flashing before he took a sip of coffee. "You could have come looked me up too. Any time. I'm usually at the club."

"I must apologize," Sharpe replied. "I found myself buried under midterms and a few various papers, its always busy at this point in the semester. Plus, you know, all those little snots coming in trying to get their grades changed." He readjusted his position in his chair, leaning down a bit and stretching his legs slightly. The left side of his mouth curved upward slightly as his foot came into contact with Elijah's. There was just something about the smaller vampire that drew him in.

Elijah nodded, giving Richard a serious look. "I could come by and give them a talking to for you." He tilted his head. "And if that didn't work I could eat them for you." His lips twitched with his attempt to hold in his grin.

"I might just take you up on that one day imp," Sharpe responded, "if only to see you back in my office."

"I'll have to come by then, just to see you," Elijah broke off a bite of pastry and held it out to Richard with a smile. "Bite?"

Sharpe smiled at both the potential visit and the proffered food. Leaning forward over the patio table Sharpe wrapped his lips around Elijah's fingers, taking the pastry and running his tongue across the sticky digits before pulling away and leaning back in his chair. "Lovely."

Pulling his hand back, Elijah sucked on his thumb. "I'd really like to see you naked."

Sharpe blinked in his shock, "wel... wa... fuck imp. Here? Now? Or can this wait for a more private setting, imp?"

Looking around, Elijah smiled. "Well, I guess it can wait." He took another sip of coffee before continuing. "Or we could go back to my place now."

"Think you are ready for that Elijah?" Sharpe smirked. "I have a feeling that we... this thing between us... could be explosive."

Leaning up on his elbows, Elijah grinned. "I dun't mind playing with fire." He winked. "You finished with your coffee?"

"Definitely done," Sharpe didn't even glancing at his half empty cup. He quickly pulled out his wallet and threw some bills on the table, "lead the way."

"Good deal," Elijah slid out of the booth and moved on swift sure feet out of the door. Down the street, through a few alleys and after a moment or two they are at the back entrance to the club. Elijah led Richard up the stairs. At the door he unlocked it, pulling his shirt off as he entered.

"Don't waste time do you imp?" Sharpe commented as they walked into Elijah's apartment. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and leaned down brushing light kisses along the exposed flesh of Elijah's collarbone.

"Hell no," Elijah tipped up, giving a soft kitten growl and nuzzling under Richard's ear. "You smell good."

"Mmmm," Sharpe licked from the hollow of Elijah's throat and up to his chin before kissing the other vamp's inviting lips. "You, little imp, smell positively delectable."

Wriggling a bit at the lick, Elijah ran his hands up Richard's chest and pressed close before pulling back and taking his hand. "C'mon to the living room."

Gripping Elijah's hand, Sharpe followed the siren through the unknown surroundings. As they walked Sharpe drank in the image of the exposed skin of Elijah's back.

In the middle of the room, Elijah turned and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans. He rocked on his toes, pushing at his jeans. They rode low on his hips, a dark line of hair showing from the small divot of navel downward. "What'cha want Dickey?"

"You imp," Sharpe practically purred, "I want you."

"Good," Elijah popped open the button on his jeans. "Shirt. Off. Now." He laughed, nodding toward Richard.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Sharpe grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifted it over his head, and threw it aside. He moved towards the smaller man, lust obvious in his eyes. When he reached Elijah, he took over undressing the other vamp. Lowering the zipper quickly, Sharpe grabbed the top of Elijah's pants and pulled them down as he dropped to his knees.

Growling out, Elijah sunk his fingers into the soft blonde hair and twisted his fingers. "You look very beautiful like that."

With his eyes locked on the other vampire's shockingly blue eyes, Richard grabbed Elijah's slim hips and ran his tongue along the hard length in front of him.

Rocking forward, Elijah smiled, rubbing his fingers over Richard's scalp. "Yes, please," he hissed.

Maintaining eye contact, Sharpe continued with the slow, teasing licks. Focusing on the thick, sensitive vein running along the underside of Elijah's cock, he took small nips that were aimed to tease, not quite breaking the skin.

Rubbing at Richard's head, tugging at the soft hair, Elijah grunted, pushing forward.

Flashing Elijah a cheeky smile, Richard swirled his tongue around the head before completely engulfing the other vamp's cock.

Laughing happily, Elijah thrust his hips, rocking up on his toes. "Just a little, oh gad - just - a little. Don't wanna come."

Sharpe smiled around Elijah's cock as he bobbed his head a few more times. Pulling off slowly, he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the top of Elijah's right thigh in an attempt to calm down the moment.

Dropping down to his knees, Elijah leaned in and kissed Richard, tasting his own scent on the man. Deft fingers walked down the broad, strong chest to the zipper of his slacks. "S'okay?" He asked against Richard's lips.

"Fuck yeah, imp," Sharpe replied through lust-filled, green eyes. As the smaller vamp worked on his zipper, Sharpe trailed kisses along Elijah’s shoulder while his hands roamed the exposed skin of his back.

Unzipping, Elijah slid his warm hand into the opening, pushing material down until his fingers wrapped around Richard's thick hard cock. "Damn, nice..." He looked up as he pulled it out.

"Glad you like it," Sharpe smirked as he pushed his pants off of his hips and let them pool around his ankles. "Move this to the bed?... couch?.... nearest flat surface?"

"Bed," Elijah grinned and then tilted his head. "One question. You top or bottom?"

Sharpe leaned down to kiss the smaller vampire. It was soft, slow, but held an appropriate level of passion for the moment. "What do you need me to be, imp?"

"I don't bottom much," Elijah said, scratching his nose and then kissing Richard's. "So, mind being thoroughly buggered by a seven hundred year old vampire?"

"Well," Sharpe tried to fight off a smile. "Age before beauty I suppose."

"Bastard," Elijah laughed, catching Richard's hand and tugging him into the bedroom. He released the man and went to the bed, tumbling down. "Come 'ere."

Approaching the bed, Sharpe leaned down and kissed Elijah's flat stomach. Crawling up the other vampire's body, he trailed kisses from Elijah's belly button to his right nipple, which he quickly took into his mouth... teasing... tasting the unique flavor of his skin.

Pushing his fingers into Richard's hair, Elijah rubbed the scalp, arching up and moaning softly. "Good," he purred, twisting his fingers. He pulled his feet up, knees bending to cradle Richard.

Flicking the puckered nipple once more, Sharpe proceeded to place slow, wet kisses further upward - over Elijah's collarbone, across his jaw, and finally ending up nibbling lightly on the smaller vamp's ear. Nuzzling his nose into the tender spot between Elijah's ear and his neck, Sharpe whispered, "Want you."

"Good," Elijah sat up, pushing Richard over. He rolled and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out lube. "Hands and knees big boy."

Smiling at the other vampire, Richard leaned over and kissed him before obeying the very desirable command.

Growling out a quiet rumbly sound, Elijah smeared his fingers with the slick gel. Laying one hand on Richard's back, nails dragging gently he rubbed as the other hand slid along the man's crease, rubbing at the tight pucker.

"Fuck imp..." Sharpe practically purred at the sensation of Elijah's wet fingers along his hole.

Twisting and pushing, Elijah pressed into Richard. He licked his lips and groaned. Pulling out and then pushing his finger back into the tight heat, Elijah nodded, mesmerized by the sight. "Beautiful." He pulled out and tucked a second finger next to the first be fore push twisting it inside.

"More," Sharpe panted. Turning his head, he tried to catch a glimpse of those vibrant blue eyes.

"Demanding," Elijah smiled. "I like that." He didn't add another finger though, instead he curled the two inside the man and rubbed, finding the small rise of nerves and scrubbing at them.

Sharpe cried out when Elijah's fingers found his prostate. "Just... know what I want... what I like... need you..."

"You got me," Elijah said, continuing to rub and twist. After a bit he folded in a third finger, pushing them in and scissoring. "Fuck you're tight."

"Just... fuck me," Sharpe's reply was full of need. "Please Elijah... ready."

Pulling his fingers free, Elijah rubbed the slickness across the head of his dick and shuffled forward, holding his cock and pressing the head to Richard's slick opening. He pushed forward, rocking gently.

"Yes..." Sharpe moaned. His hips began to rock along with Elijah's gentle rhythm. Bracing himself on one arm, he reached back to hold onto the other vampire's hip.

Pulling almost out, Elijah reached one hand to Richard's shoulder the other grips tight to a hip as he began to thrust hard and deep. Grunting with the exertion as he moved within the vampire's body.

Arching his back in a vain attempt to pull Elijah into his body further, Sharpe surrendered to the sensations evoked in him by the older vampire. Turning his head again, Sharpe sought the quick-witted mouth that drove him mad on so many levels.

Leaning over Richard's back, buried deep within him, Elijah pushed up on his toes and smeared a kiss over the warm lips. He straightened, holding the vampire as he drove into him with brutal force. "Fuck! Good, yeah, fuck.." He mumbled nonsensically. Reaching under Richard he wrapped strong fingers around his cock. "C'mon Dickles, c'mon!" He grinned as he stroked him.

A combination of the driving pace and the hand wrapped around his cock, not to mention that voice whispering profanities in his ear, had Richard quickly approaching his release. "Imp... close..."

"Yeah, yeah," Elijah growled out. "Good, yeah, fuck! Me too," He continued his movements, the thrust becoming erratic and wild as his nails dragged along Richard's cock and he twisted and tugged. "Fuck!"

Sharpe’s voice joined Elijah's as his orgasm overcame him. His sated body struggled to stay on all fours while his mind continued to meander in the hazy realm that often followed sexual release. He was, simply put, exhausted and content.

Riding out the waves of release, Elijah finally slumped over Richard's back. "Holy fuck," he said softly, leaning up enough to pull out. "Flop over on the other side. I'll get a towel." He stood up, and moved a bit bowlegged to the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel and another dry one. "Here we go. Let's get cleaned up and then I'm all for a damn nap."

Once Elijah cleaned away the evidence of their evening, Sharpe lazily reached for his arm using it to pull the smaller man onto the bed. Spooning behind Elijah, Sharpe nuzzled his nose into the dark hair and breathed in the vampire's unique sent, which was made more potent in the aftermath of coitus. "Sleep, imp," he mumbled. "...sleep."

Pulling one of Sharpe's arms over him, Elijah held it tight and pushed back against the strong solid body. "Mmhmm... schleep..." He was smiling as he drifted off to a happy, sated sleep.