Frankie Roberts and Oliver Mellors NC17 ~ Alcohol, blood and sex.

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[Crossposted to frankie_roberts and v_bq_mellors]

Frankie leaned forward onto the bar and downed another shot then slammed the empty glass in front of the barman who shook his head, "You've had enough tonight Frankie."

"Not enough," Frankie growled and climbed unsteadily onto the edge of the bar to lean over and grab the open bottle. The barman watched but knew better than to confront Frankie when he was like that; he didn't want to risk spending the rest of the shift in the emergency room. Instead he'd just wait to let Frankie drink himself out or take the bottle and go.

Lifting the bourbon to his lips Frankie scanned the other customers and instantly knew the boy at the edge of the crowd who looked too young to pass an ID check was a Vampire. Frankie stared until the young one looked back. He was suddenly angry, very angry. "Not the one to try baby bloodsucker," he muttered knowing it would be audible to Vampire ears.

"Not the one," he repeated over and over as he walked through the warm night away from the city swinging the half empty bottom of bourbon.

Mellors pressed the dirt around the small thriving plant, watching as his fingers left marks around it. It was a habit of his, speaking to the plants; he was a believer that they could hear and respond - in the background music was constantly playing. "No matter what is touched, the moment it happens, it is changed forever." Stopping, he raised his head and concentrated on the world outside his greenhouse. "A visitor... unsteady... Frankie." The gait was stumbling at times, but he smelled no blood this time; was the Were injured again? Moving toward the large door, Mellors opened it to the night, waiting.

Frankie saw the door open and stopped. He leaned against the post of the gate and stared at the Vampire. After raising the bottle to his lips he sneered, "No-one's snack."

"Not in that condition, you're more pickled than sweet." Moving back into the lighted greenhouse, Mellors left the door open, the invitation clear.

"No-one's snack," Frankie repeated to himself then yelled it towards the open door before hurling the bottle through one of the glass panels.

Straightening his spine, Mellors slowly turned, his face a hard mask. "That was childish. Perhaps you need an ointment from me to sooth your 'rash'?" Walking toward the shattered window, Mellors bent and carefully collected the largest pieces. Moving to the trash bin, he deposited them in there and reached for the broom just behind. "I expect you to be here some time tomorrow to repair that; there are spare panels in the closet at the end. Not easy to find this type glass in this size." He spoke slowly, as if to a child on the edge of tantrum.

But Frankie wouldn't be soothed. He shook his head slowly and ran towards Mellors as if in attack but veered off and smashed his arm through another pane instead. With blood dripping from his arm he looked at Mellors then smashed another. "Keep sweeping Vamp."

One arming the Were, Mellors backed him to the door frame. "Don't test me." Reaching out, he grabbed at the injured arm, lifting it above Frankie's head, he bared his teeth and hissed. "I'm not going to drink from you - don't want to be drunk on my ass either - I am going to check your arm, do not fucking fight me. You will lose." Mellors was seething, never before had someone pushed him to the edge so quickly and thoroughly.

Frankie was held hard and as soon as he knew he couldn't move the fight left him. He closed his eyes and said, "Just a pet. Just a snack. Fix me up, turn me loose."

"You are not a pet. But if you were, you'd be treasured, adored and cared for." Pulling his arm from Frankie's chest, Mellors studied the Were's injured one. "You dumb fuck. You sliced pretty damned deep here."

"Treasured, adored..." Frankie chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment then opened his eyes and looked at Mellors. "Just a dumb fuck." He gave a bitter chuckle. "Not even that."

Placing his mouth over the gash, Mellors resisted drinking, keeping to his promise, he slowly swiped his tongue across the wound, sealing. Stopping when he was almost done, needing a moment to gather himself, he looked into the bloodshot eyes, the lids heavy and drooping. "You are not a dumb fuck, your actions however, were." Knowing the last words from Frankie were relating to their night in the woods, Mellors smiled softly and leaned forward. Brushing his lips across the corner of the others lips, he pulled back and whispered. "We may not have fucked... something I wanted... want from you, but what you gave me was still fantastic." Returning his mouth to the remaining cut, Mellors gently licked at the slice, sealing it fully.

Watching the Vampire's tongue move over his skin Frankie felt his anger drain to be replaced by exhaustion. "Red red wine," Frankie muttered almost absently looking at a smear of blood near his wrist.

Eyes smoky, Mellors stretched Frankie's arm to the side and slightly above his head, holding it to the wall. Showing his fangs, he lightly grazed them across the flesh, never breaking skin and only stopping once his mouth reached the Were's wrist. "Now I taste." Sticking out his tongue, Mellors lightly ran it up the path of blood, the metallic 'pop' strong and heady. "I could get drunk on you I think... and not because of what you've had tonight."

"Human or wolf?" Frankie asked, his lids heavy as he saw the hue of the Vampire's eyes alter at the taste of his blood.

Pressing his body against Frankie's as he continued to lick the now clean and healed skin, Mellors whispered his words into the flesh, "Mostly human... alcohol, and under that... the real you. Wild, strong, dangerous... musky and," Lightly pressing his fangs into the pulse point, Mellors slipped his free arm low across the Were's front, stopping when he reached an angular hip, "pure werewolf."

Frankie gave a small tired howl that became a mirthless chuckle. "What would you taste like Vampire?" he asked a little breathless when he felt those fangs sharp against his skin.

"Sin." Leveling his bright gaze on Frankie, Mellors showed his teeth, lips curled. "If you were to taste me, I'd be in your head, I'd know your thoughts." Bringing his lips to the others, he soflty kissed them, a wet, open mouthed expression. "We'd be connected."

"Repent sinner..." Frankie muttered against the Vampire's lips then flicked his tongue between them.

Gently pressing his teeth to the warm tongue, Mellors flicked his own against the tip before sucking on it. Releasing it, he pulled back slightly, his voice low, "If I were to repent, I'd have no dreams to hold me through the long days. I enjoy my sins - especially those of the flesh."

Frankie's head spun with the lethal mix of alcohol and lust. He let out a low moan. "Sins of the flesh... and blood." Frankie knew where this was heading and asked, "Which do you want from Frankie?"

"Whatever you are willing to give." His body pressed heavily into the Were's, knee to shoulder, and Mellors inhaled the earth scent that was pure Frankie. "What will you give me?" Rolling his hips against the other's, he placed soft kisses at Frankies neck, his fangs pressed to the vein.

"Fuck me Vamp-ire," Frankie groaned and pressed his hips hard against Mellors needing this more than he realized.

"Then come with me." Pulling his face from the warm curve of neck, Mellors stared deeply into the hooded eyes, saw the drink there, but also lust and want and need. "You are worth a bed Frankie." Closing his mouth over the other's, he softly kissed him. "Will you come with me, trust me?"

Frankie heard the words but shook his head. "Here," he growled. "Fuck me in the dirt. Fuck me where she watches."

"Some day you'll let me be gentle with you." Scraping his hands along Frankie's body, Mellors tugged at the shirt, ripping it and exposing bronzed skin. Reaching lower, he wrapped his arms around the Were's body and lifted him, a quick shift and the vampire moved into the yard, leaving the warm light behind. Nearly dropping Frankie to his feet, Mellors stepped back, arms crossed and eyes busy as they traversed the exposed chest. "Strip then Frankie, let me see you out here."

"You want me. you take me," Frankie muttered and ran his hand down over his crotch spreading his fingers along the sides of his hardening cock. He moaned and let his head fall back at his touch.

"Fine." In the blink of an eye, Mellors closed the small space, spun the Were around and pulled him to his body. "You want me to strip you? Rip all this off you? Fine." Shoving his hips against Frankie's ass, he closed one hand around the hard length hidden beneath cloth. "I'll fuck you right through these." Pushing his hips against the firm flesh again, Mellors pressed his mouth to the Were's neck and sucked hard.

"Just fucking do it man," Frankie gasped surprised not only by his urgent need, but also the fact he was going to let the Vampire do that to him.

With deft fingers, Mellors made short work of the belt and zipper, then shoving his hand inside, he squeezed the hard shaft before moving to Frankie's hip and pushing the pants down. He had to release both hands to work them down, but managed. "On your knees." Mellors growled into the Were's ear, teeth nipping and scraping at soft, tender skin.

Frankie stumbled down and almost rolled forward. Since his turning he'd never let anyone do this other than the Prince, but his fingers clenched in the dirt as he spread his knees as far as his bunched jeans would let him.

His own pants kicked off, Mellors drops to his knees and leant forward, hands on the silvered mounds of flesh, the vampire parted them, exposing the dark ring between. "Hold tight." Leaning a touch more forward, he licked hard and fast across the small opening to Frankie's body, gathereing saliva as he began to work his tongue inside. Short stabs and flicks, wiggling and more moisture pushed inside until he could feel the tight muscle begin to relax.

"Fuck..." Frankie's elbows buckled. With his forehead on his hands and eyes tightly closed Frankie was surrounded by the smell of fresh loam and Mellors. Each probe of the tongue eliciting a low gasping moan.

A few more pushes with his tongue and Mellors pulled back, spitting into his palm before rubbing it over his filled cock, "Don't move." Rubbing his cock head across the wet hole, the vampire seated it full into the small furl, then shoved in, hard fast and deep.

The force of the thrust almost pushed Frankie over. The initial pain rocketed through his body but it was what he needed. The night had been all about hurt for Frankie. He pushed back against Mellors demanding more from from the Vampire.

Fingers, deep and strong gripped the slim hips as he thrust forward again; pulling out, Mellors reached up, placed his fingers, clawed, and scraped them down Frankie's back. Reddened trails of raised skin were left, a stark contrast against the golden/silver tone of the Were's flesh. When his pushes were met, the vampire heightened the pace, pushing into Frankie with growing force.

Frankie gasped fighting to fill his lungs. He'd played rough before but never like this. The wolf fought to come out; take control. He shook his head and tried to breathe through it.

Leaning over the kneeling form, Mellors pressed his sweat dotted chest to Frankie's back, his hand to the earth for support as he pistioned his hips. The vampire wanted to sink his fangs, to drink and send pleasuring thoughts to the Were beneath him, but that would wait, for now, Mellors would continue to use his body to give Frankie what he wanted. Shifting minutely, he reached under the Were's belly and found the thick shaft. "So beautiful, your cock... you."

The touch was the final straw for Frankie. The muscles in his belly clenched as his hips jerked and the first spurt of come coated Mellors's hand.

"Come for me, just like..." Thrusting harder, Mellors turned his head to the side, refusing to bite the Were. Concentrating on his own pleasure, his thrusts became erratic, his own climax not too far away. Gathering the hot liquid, the vampire pulled his hand to his mouth and licked, then grabbed Frankie's cock again, continuing to milk the twitching flesh.

"Fuck yeah," Frankie grunted over and over until his thighs began to tremble and threatened to tumble him into the dirt. "Get there Vamp... inside me."

Jay-sus-fuckin-ke-rist! That low growling command - Frankie's voice, thick and complete with lust trickled over his mind and Mellor thrust once more, toppling over the edge. Head back, hands scrambling over sweaty skin, his come pumping into the warmth of the Were's body. Moments passed, Mellors' body thrust more from memory or movement than need until he collapsed on the body beneath him. "Fuck..." Sweat stung his eyes, teeth stung his gums, and the need to feed was there; but Frankie wouldn't be a 'snack' tonight.

Frankie's body finally gave out and he slid to the ground taking Mellors with him. The fine loam of the soil clung to his sweaty cheek as he puffed out exhausted breaths. "Shit... more animal than the wolf," he laughed between pants.

The short fall had Mellors give a 'omph' as he landed on Frankie. He could smell the earth, rich and deep, smell Frankie and sex and sweat... and sex. "You okay?" He knew he wasn't light, but for now, the vampire wanted to stay exactly where he was. Sliding his hands up the moist body, he managed to insert them between the Were and the ground; cupping Frankie's chest, Mellors finally buried his face in his lover's... and damn if the Were wasn't just that, neck.

Frankie closed his eyes in the Vampire's embrace. "Drink me Vamp man... this time I offer it."

He shuddered, his body shaking at the words; Mellors wasn't about to refuse, he wanted to feel Frankie inside his head again. "Thank you." Tipping his head to the right angle, he licks at the salty skin, feeling it rasp and move under his tongue. "I'll make this good for you," Lips back, fangs fully exposed, he slowly pushed them into the soft skin, barely a tug of flesh as they passed through. The first spurt of blood had the vampire moan; it was hot and wild and pure Frankie.

"Fuck..." Frankie gasped and reached over his shoulder to clutch at Mellors's hair. He could 'feel' so much... the rush of his blood as it was drawn from his body; then images, memories, none of which were his.

He continued to pull the blood from the Were, long, slow and bordering on sensual sucks; his hands, rough and calloused played with the flesh beneath them, twisting nipples, scraping thumb over the sensitive nubs. For Mellors, this was as heady as the orgasmic rush that still lingered at the fringes of his body and memory; slolwy rolling his hips, he sent thoughts of pleasure, of lust and passion into Frankies mind, tinging them with a deeper emotion.

Frankie couldn't move. Even if he'd wanted to, he simply couldn't move under Mellors's ministrations. His body shuddered as nerves were sparked in a dry orgasm; a low moan escaped his lips.

Let go baby, ride it out. He spoke the words in Frankie's mind, filling him with erotic images, things he'd imagined them doing. One more long pull, his senses exploding with all that was Frankie, and Mellors came again - unexpectedly and just as satisfying - the orgasm hit him, or what passed as one with no seed, slipped along his body. "Shit..." Licking lazily at the small punctures, he sealed the wound, cradling the Were's body to him as his breath eased.

Frankie's cry was unexpected and he grasped at the Vampire when their connection was broken. He blinked and frowned as if coming to terms with the intensity of what just happened.

"You are well?" To Mellors, it sounded better to say that than ask if the Were was okay... his prickly pride might take offense at that. What Mellors didn't do was stop holding Frankie; his arms pulled the Were closer, needing... refusing to lose the physical contact just yet.

Am I well? Frankie had to ask himself the question first because he wasn't dure exactly how he felt. "Yeah," he finally muttered. "You had your fill Vamp?"

"Of what, the blood or sex?" Slowly pulling from Frankie's body, Mellors rolled to his side, still holding the Were, just a bit looser now. "I could say I'll never get enough of you, but somehow, I don't think that's what you're ready to hear."

"Like cheap bourbon," Frankie said planning to give himself another minute before getting up. "Addictive but gives you a fucker of a headache."

Rolling to a sitting position in the dirt, Mellors reached out and caressed the Were's leg. "You don't have to go," this time. "you can use the bathroom if you want." Standing as well, his fingers trail up the long, lean length of Frankie's leg. "And if I am addicted, you wouldn't be the cheap stuff." Stepping closer, the vampire stared into Frankie's eyes. "Do you have a headache?"

The enquiry about his headache made Frankie chuckle... he'd been fucked and fed on and the Vampire worried about him having a headache. He wiped the dirt from his chest and watched the progress of Mellors's hand. "Always got a headache," he muttered and leaned back against Mellors. "Real or otherwise."

The fact that Frankie... the prickly, irritable, bundle of sharp jagged edges, was willingly pressing back against him, gave him pause, but not enough to stop what his arms did automatically. They wrapped around the Were, low at his waist; idly rubbing fingers over skin, he flicked away specks of collected dirt. "Real or otherwise?" Taking a chance, Mellors nuzzled into the sweat scented skin, enjoying the rare moment of intimacy.

"Ever feel like your head is too stuffed and none of it makes sense?" Frankie muttered and tilted his head to allow Mellors access. "Like you're scrambling to to sort it all out, but you can't figure out where it belongs."

"Yes..." He kept his voice low and soft, afraid to break the moment. "Sometimes you just need to let it go... let the words and images tumble around and try to not sort them out." Slowly rubbing his hands across the warm flesh of Frankie's belly, fingers tangle in the thick trail of hair and gently tug on it. I wish to bring you peace of mind; to ease your troubles... at least for a moment - if you would let me.

"I knew a human... he helped. Then he left," Frankie mumbled. "You gonna leave too Vamp?"

"I've been around for a hundred years or so, what makes you think I'm going anywhere?" He could get lost in Frankie's body, the feel of him in his arms, the smell of him on his own skin. "Would you let me help?" Pressing light kisses into the Were's neck, Mellors licked behind his ear, tasting all that was this creature.

Frankie didn't answer, but he didn't pull away either.