Fic: powerless [Cookleta, nc-17, one-shot]
Title: powerless
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Fandom: American Idol season 7
Pairing: Cookleta
Rating: nc-17
Prompt: resistance is futile
Kink: Powers of attraction (characters such as sirens and Veelas; vampiric thrall; pheromones; magnetic and charismatic characters in general)
Warnings: sex with vampires, maybe a bit of dub!con? and biting
Disclaimer: I don't know or own either David, and neither of them is really a vampire. This is just a work of fiction and not meant for profit and not to be taken seriously
A/N: written for rounds_of_kink round 13 and i'm debating if this actually fits the prompt/kink, but i think it does, sort of at least, so... yeah. and sorry it's late, school took over my life for the past few days. stupid college essays! but i'm just happy to have finally finished another Cookleta fic
This wasn’t him. This wasn’t him at all and he knew that. He knew how uncharacteristic this was and he knew what people would say or at least that they would start talking and none of it would be good if anyone recognized him. Yet he couldn’t stay away. He’d tried countless times to convince himself that he didn’t need this, that things would go back to normal if he just stopped showing up at places like this, if he could forget everything. But that would never happen, and he knew this too. These places were like a drug, the bites were his addiction; he craved them just as much as their creators craved his blood. And as soon as he laid eyes on the man that he could immediately tell would be his demise, there was no way he could recover.
It started as a passing glance, his eyes briefly landing on the man secluded in the back, surrounded yet alone. His eyes lingered longer than usual, something piquing his interest almost immediately. Icy green eyes locked with his and he was lost, drawn closer by an unknown force and completely unaware of the movement until he was mere inches away.
The cool hand suddenly touching his skin should’ve startled him, should’ve been his hint to turn and run. But he already knew what the man was, what he wanted. That should’ve made him want to leave even more, but no, that’s why he was there, that’s what drew him to this stranger and countless others - the threat of danger but the promise of something more.
“Sit.” The voice was dark and controlling and in an instant he was on the ground at his feet, his head moving without his control to lie on the man’s leg. From this angle, he couldn’t see the smirk that had formed on the stranger’s face.
“What’s your name?” His voice was less commanding this time, but the answer still came in an instant.
“David.”
He heard an amused sound before the man started speaking again. “Foolish believers might call this fate then; we seem to share a name so you can call me Cook. Tell me David, why are you here?” As he spoke, Cook’s hand was tracing David’s neck, fingers easily finding and caressing the site of previous bites that had caused his skin to become even more sensitive. He wasn’t answering, too focused on Cook’s hand and almost too embarrassed to voice what he truly wanted - he could never just come out and say it on his own. So Cook tried again, “Tell me.” and this time there was no ignoring the command and he answered without thinking.
“I want you to bite me. Hurt me, use me, do whatever you want. I want to be yours.” His mind caught up with him a second after the words left his mouth, and he quickly added “for tonight,” to the end. A sense of panic washed over him, as it always did if his thoughts were forced out of him. But this was why he loved vampires - no waiting around trying to get to the point; they dragged it out of him almost effortlessly.
It sounded to him like Cook might laugh before he caught himself and said quietly, almost mockingly, “It’s always the ‘innocent’ ones.” In almost an instant, though, his voice changed again and he uttered a single word, “Up.” and David was on his feet in front of him. In another instant, he was off them and in Cook’s lap before he even registered Cook moving. As Cook’s hand made its way up his leg, he had a brief moment of fear, the thought ‘not here, everyone can see us,’ flashing brightly in his head. Cook obviously didn’t care, and, whether intentionally or not, he was pushing the thought out of David’s head as his lips found those invisible bite marks, making David feel as if he was melting into him.
“E--everyone can see us,” he said in a low whisper while he could still control his thoughts. “We should....”
“Shhh,” Cook purred against his neck, and, though it wasn’t a command, David quieted instantly. “No one’s paying any attention to us.” As if he were illustrating this point and the fact that he didn’t care whether they were watched or not, Cook’s hand moved even further up David’s leg, rubbing through his jeans at a slow and teasing pace. David couldn’t fight back the moan that left his throat as he arched into Cook’s touch.
“Please,” he choked out, and he could feel Cook’s smirk against his neck, lips curling up even more as his hand moved again, unbuttoning David’s pants and freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. A gasp that turned into a moan left David’s mouth as Cook’s skin touched his own and he began moving his hand faster. The feelings coursing through David made him able to do little more than move his hips with the motion and pant helplessly in Cook’s arms. He felt the kisses on his neck resume, then turn into sucking which soon turned into biting, little nips at the skin at first, nothing near hard enough to break skin but still sending jolts of pleasure through David’s entire body.
He could feel the tension building in the pit of his stomach when Cook finally made his move, fangs piercing the back of David’s neck effortlessly. The sensation sent more than just jolts through him this time, it sent his whole body into a state of pure pleasure where he could do nothing but sit there and let it happen; he was essentially a doll in Cook’s hands and Cook was free to do with him as he pleased.
A low, almost animal sound left Cook’s throat as he drank, but it went unnoticed by David, caught up in the feeling of everything, lost to all other senses. He wasn’t even aware of the low sounds leaving his own mouth; moans and incoherent words slipping from his mouth as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Release came without warning, his juices spilling over Cook’s hand while he licked up the last drops of blood trailing down David’s neck.
In the aftermath of his orgasm, David slumped back against Cook, only barely registering the vampire’s mouth still attached to his neck, healing the wound and concealing any trace of that part of their act. He was sure the marks were completely gone when he felt him move away and let David’s head fall onto his shoulder. Well, this was new, all the vampires before had just pushed him away when they were done with him, but Cook not only let him stay, but his wrapped both arms around David’s smaller body to prevent him from leaving on his own.
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Fandom: American Idol season 7
Pairing: Cookleta
Rating: nc-17
Prompt: resistance is futile
Kink: Powers of attraction (characters such as sirens and Veelas; vampiric thrall; pheromones; magnetic and charismatic characters in general)
Warnings: sex with vampires, maybe a bit of dub!con? and biting
Disclaimer: I don't know or own either David, and neither of them is really a vampire. This is just a work of fiction and not meant for profit and not to be taken seriously
A/N: written for rounds_of_kink round 13 and i'm debating if this actually fits the prompt/kink, but i think it does, sort of at least, so... yeah. and sorry it's late, school took over my life for the past few days. stupid college essays! but i'm just happy to have finally finished another Cookleta fic
This wasn’t him. This wasn’t him at all and he knew that. He knew how uncharacteristic this was and he knew what people would say or at least that they would start talking and none of it would be good if anyone recognized him. Yet he couldn’t stay away. He’d tried countless times to convince himself that he didn’t need this, that things would go back to normal if he just stopped showing up at places like this, if he could forget everything. But that would never happen, and he knew this too. These places were like a drug, the bites were his addiction; he craved them just as much as their creators craved his blood. And as soon as he laid eyes on the man that he could immediately tell would be his demise, there was no way he could recover.
It started as a passing glance, his eyes briefly landing on the man secluded in the back, surrounded yet alone. His eyes lingered longer than usual, something piquing his interest almost immediately. Icy green eyes locked with his and he was lost, drawn closer by an unknown force and completely unaware of the movement until he was mere inches away.
The cool hand suddenly touching his skin should’ve startled him, should’ve been his hint to turn and run. But he already knew what the man was, what he wanted. That should’ve made him want to leave even more, but no, that’s why he was there, that’s what drew him to this stranger and countless others - the threat of danger but the promise of something more.
“Sit.” The voice was dark and controlling and in an instant he was on the ground at his feet, his head moving without his control to lie on the man’s leg. From this angle, he couldn’t see the smirk that had formed on the stranger’s face.
“What’s your name?” His voice was less commanding this time, but the answer still came in an instant.
“David.”
He heard an amused sound before the man started speaking again. “Foolish believers might call this fate then; we seem to share a name so you can call me Cook. Tell me David, why are you here?” As he spoke, Cook’s hand was tracing David’s neck, fingers easily finding and caressing the site of previous bites that had caused his skin to become even more sensitive. He wasn’t answering, too focused on Cook’s hand and almost too embarrassed to voice what he truly wanted - he could never just come out and say it on his own. So Cook tried again, “Tell me.” and this time there was no ignoring the command and he answered without thinking.
“I want you to bite me. Hurt me, use me, do whatever you want. I want to be yours.” His mind caught up with him a second after the words left his mouth, and he quickly added “for tonight,” to the end. A sense of panic washed over him, as it always did if his thoughts were forced out of him. But this was why he loved vampires - no waiting around trying to get to the point; they dragged it out of him almost effortlessly.
It sounded to him like Cook might laugh before he caught himself and said quietly, almost mockingly, “It’s always the ‘innocent’ ones.” In almost an instant, though, his voice changed again and he uttered a single word, “Up.” and David was on his feet in front of him. In another instant, he was off them and in Cook’s lap before he even registered Cook moving. As Cook’s hand made its way up his leg, he had a brief moment of fear, the thought ‘not here, everyone can see us,’ flashing brightly in his head. Cook obviously didn’t care, and, whether intentionally or not, he was pushing the thought out of David’s head as his lips found those invisible bite marks, making David feel as if he was melting into him.
“E--everyone can see us,” he said in a low whisper while he could still control his thoughts. “We should....”
“Shhh,” Cook purred against his neck, and, though it wasn’t a command, David quieted instantly. “No one’s paying any attention to us.” As if he were illustrating this point and the fact that he didn’t care whether they were watched or not, Cook’s hand moved even further up David’s leg, rubbing through his jeans at a slow and teasing pace. David couldn’t fight back the moan that left his throat as he arched into Cook’s touch.
“Please,” he choked out, and he could feel Cook’s smirk against his neck, lips curling up even more as his hand moved again, unbuttoning David’s pants and freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. A gasp that turned into a moan left David’s mouth as Cook’s skin touched his own and he began moving his hand faster. The feelings coursing through David made him able to do little more than move his hips with the motion and pant helplessly in Cook’s arms. He felt the kisses on his neck resume, then turn into sucking which soon turned into biting, little nips at the skin at first, nothing near hard enough to break skin but still sending jolts of pleasure through David’s entire body.
He could feel the tension building in the pit of his stomach when Cook finally made his move, fangs piercing the back of David’s neck effortlessly. The sensation sent more than just jolts through him this time, it sent his whole body into a state of pure pleasure where he could do nothing but sit there and let it happen; he was essentially a doll in Cook’s hands and Cook was free to do with him as he pleased.
A low, almost animal sound left Cook’s throat as he drank, but it went unnoticed by David, caught up in the feeling of everything, lost to all other senses. He wasn’t even aware of the low sounds leaving his own mouth; moans and incoherent words slipping from his mouth as he got closer and closer to the edge.
Release came without warning, his juices spilling over Cook’s hand while he licked up the last drops of blood trailing down David’s neck.
In the aftermath of his orgasm, David slumped back against Cook, only barely registering the vampire’s mouth still attached to his neck, healing the wound and concealing any trace of that part of their act. He was sure the marks were completely gone when he felt him move away and let David’s head fall onto his shoulder. Well, this was new, all the vampires before had just pushed him away when they were done with him, but Cook not only let him stay, but his wrapped both arms around David’s smaller body to prevent him from leaving on his own.