Frankie Roberts and Oliver Mellors ~ Hunting with silver bullets
[Crossposted to frankie_roberts and v_bq_mellors]
[Authors' note: The hunter is human and used with permission from the mods]
Pulling the weeds from between his hollyhocks, Oliver sat back on his haunches, eyes scanning his beauties. “Aren’t you all so lovely tonight.” Standing, he brushed his hands against his jean clad legs wiping the dirt from them before bending to gather the garbage.
A small sound came from nearby as if one of the flowers answered then Frankie giggled. “You ever get an answer from the greens?”
Looking over his shoulder from the bent position, Oliver grinned, fangs flashing quickly, “What if I said I did?” Straightening, he moved toward the talker. “What brings you here tonight?”
“I ask you to share the hooch,” Frankie smirked and swung his long legs over the garden fence. “Bright moon... she talks to me.”
Eyes roaming over those long legs, Mellors smiled, “And what does she say to you?” Closing the distance, he turned to face the same way as the were, head tipped back to stare up at the silver orb.
Frankie closed his eyes as if listening. “Sings songs of woods and running.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you run? When your legs just eat up the ground and your fur ruffles in the wind?” Placing his hand on Frankie's thigh, Oliver gave a small squeeze, loving the touch as much as the flesh he held.
With a slight tilt of his head Frankie opened his eyes and gave Mellors a sideways glance. “Freedom is always beautiful,” he mumbled as if it was a throw away line.
Turning again so he now faced the were’s side, Oliver smiled gently, “Let me see it - see you run... there’s an open field a short walk away...”
Frankie didn’t need prompting. The transformation was fast and Frankie’s clothes fell around the wolf’s legs. Yellow eyes looked up at Mellors and he grinned his wolfy grin.
Kneeling, Mellors ran his hands over the sleek body, digging his fingers under the fur to rub at the muscles. “You’re beautiful...” Leaning closer, he hugged the wolf, hands continuing to press and massage the wiry body.
With a slight whimper of delight Frankie’s wolf rubbed himself up against Mellors swiping his broad wet tongue over the Vampire’s face.
Pressing his face into the side of Frankie’s neck, Mellors sighed, even holding the wolf was wonderful, being allowed to be this close and just ‘being’. What do you want to do Frankie, tell me. What Oliver would love, was to see his lover run in the moonlight, watch his fur turn to silvered gold as he moved.
The woods. The words were clear because the call of the moon was strong above all else the wolf wanted to share that with his lover.
One more ruffling of fur and Oliver stood; it was only a second, but his entire essence changed. No longer was there a ‘human’ standing with the wolf, but a full fledged vampire, sharp intense eyes, body thrumming with power and strength and the urge to simply use it. Lead on love, show me..
Turning rapidly on the spot the wolf bounded across the garden to the wilder green of the woods. Frankie ran a careful course through the trees until he made it to a clearing where the strong moonlight lit up the grass.
Following quickly, Oliver listened for the sounds of nature around him, how each animal or insect turned quiet in the passing of a predator. There in the clearing, his body coated in the loving rays of moonlight, Frankie was truly alive. Run for me babe... show me how beautiful you are.
Frankie leaped over a fallen tree and into the clearing, but he had barely gone a few yards when a bullet whistled past his ear and then another clipped his shoulder sending him tumbling over the grass.
Mellors was through the bushes and at his wolf’s side in a moment, an anguished cry of his lover’s name rang in the night. There was blood, and for once it didn’t inflame him, didn’t have the vampire want to lean down and lick the sweet taste of it. “Frankie... baby...” Looking up, he scanned the treeline, his vision acute and intense as he spotted the human and a riffle, the muzzle pointed in their direction. Hefting the wolf’s form, he moved, darting back toward the brush. Frankie... come on babe...talk to me
The pain burned, but not the burn of silver. The wolf stirred in the Vampire’s arms and whimpered. Down... need to shed fur.
Lowering the shuddering form to the ground, Oliver heard another crack of the riffle, heard the whizz of a bullet as it thudded into a tree not too far from them. “You stay here baby, I’ve got someone to take care of.” In only a matter of seconds he was through the brush and treeline, coming up behind the hunter. “Shooting is a dangerous thing - especially when you hit my lover.” The human’s squeak of shocked surprise ended on a wet gurgle as the vampire pulled his head back and sank his fangs into the heavy vein, nails dragging over the exposed throat to rip at it.. Sucking hard, he pulled the blood, draining the human quickly. It was done in a matter of moments; at Oliver’s feet lay a husk of what had once been human. He’d take care of the corpse later. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Mellors was back at Frankie’s side.
Frankie lay in the grass assessing his injury. It was more shock than real damage. He winced and ran searching fingers over his shoulder finding the wound. Frankie knew he’d had worse and it pissed him off more than anything.
“Don’t touch, I’ll clean you up at the cottage. Can you stand?” Leaning down on one knee, the vampire gently brushed the seeking fingers from the wound. “Sit up a bit, I’ll get my arm under you.”
“I can stand,” Frankie growled and struggled to sit up pushing Mellors away. Weakness, physical weakness at least, was not part of Frankie’s nature and he needed to prove to himself that he could cope. “Did you off the fucker?”
Standing back, arms crossed, the vampire nodded, “Yeah... didn’t even taste that sweet.” There was no remorse; Frankie had been hurt... He’d let Frankie keep his pride, watch him struggle and not do what he craved to. “Can’t believe he took a second shot and was aiming for a third.”
Frankie grimaced and finally leaned on Mellors. “Shit shot,” he mumbled against the Vampire needing the support. “You wanna dispose of the meat now?”
Looking at the moon and gauging he had at least another three hours before sunrise, Mellors shook his head no, “Lets get you taken care of first - can’t know what was on that bullet that hit you.” Wrapping his arm around the wolf’s waist, the vampire carefully urged them forward, “If we’re lucky some night scavengers will get to him.” He was hoping for wolves but didn’t want to out right say it - his main concern right now was Frankie.
“Fucking burns,” Frankie growled but managed to keep a steady pace through the long grass. Silently he feared the bullet to be silver tipped though it ripped his flesh but was not lodged there.
Nodding, he began to go over the cleaning unguents he had in his stores, “We’ll take care of that at the house. It’s not in you is it?” Trying to see the injury - even with his vampire sight - was difficult. “Does the burn feel like it’s spreading?”
Frankie closed his eyes briefly then shook his head. “Not in me. Just nicked me,” he grunted. “Shouldn’t feel like this.”
Oliver kept his face averted for just that moment, not wanting his lover to see his worry. “You okay to still walk?” Knowing it’d probably get him a huge growl and maybe even a nasty look, the vampire wanted to get Frankie back to the house fast - he needed to get back to that hunter and gather a few bullets.
With a determined nod Frankie straightened up. “I can walk,” he said in a slightly strained voice. “Had worse.” A bead of sweat trickled from Frankie’s hairline, but he knew Mellors needed to find a bullet.
“Not too much further.” He could see the soft glow of the outside lights twinkling through the softy rustling leaves in the trees, the breeze having set them to dancing. “I’m gonna leave you in the parlour for just a few minutes - need to go back.”
Frankie nodded and once inside sat heavily on the nearest chair. “Go... see to the meat.”
Lightly running his hand down the sweaty face, Oliver pressed a kiss to Frankie’s lips then disappeared out the door. It only took moments to return to the corpse; gathering a few bullets from his carryall, the vampire shoved them into his pocket for inspection at home. The body, a shriveled husk, lay limply in his arms as he hefted it then threw it over his shoulder. Gathering the human’s remaining items, Mellors moved further into the woods, knowing the deeper he went the more likely some predator would have a home and scent the fresh kill. Stopping near a small incline with burrows that went deep into the earth, he dropped the body and items, scattering them around so it looked like a battle for survival happened here. “You would have lived if you’d not taken that second shot... or tried for the third.” Shrugging, the vampire turned on his heel and sped back to the house.
Once Mellors left the house Frankie had pulled himself upright and stumbled through to the bathroom. He winced at his reflection in the small mirror; it was a very small injury but his color was off and the sweat was now dripping from his hair. “Fuck,” he cursed.
Opening the door quietly, Oliver stared at the empty chair. “Frankie?” He wouldn’t have gone to wolf - though he would heal faster... A soft noise from the bathroom alerted the vampire to his lover’s whereabouts. “How..” In the harsh glow of a naked bulb he could see the sallow pallor of the wolf’s flesh. “It’s bad.”
Frankie was sitting on the edge of the tub gripping it tightly for balance. “Silver right?” he muttered trying to focus on his lover.
“Yeah, I think so.” Taking out a few, he held them up for inspection. “They have the shine of it.” In his palm lay a blunt nosed bullet, small, but very bright - the shine twinkling even under artificial light. “Can this kill you? The one shot you took?”
Frankie shook his head and had to grab at Mellors for balance. “Not in me; just a trace,” he managed to say and dragged Mellor’s closer.
Dropping the offending objects on the floor - he’d dispose of them later - the vampire nearly crushed Frankie to him, holding him upright. “Lets get you to the couch, clean that and then you’re spending the day here... downstairs with me. “ Softening his voice, lips pressing small kisses to the sweaty brow, he whispered. “Please.”
“No more running tonight,” Frankie mumbled and let Mellors start them walking towards the stairs.
[Authors' note: The hunter is human and used with permission from the mods]
Pulling the weeds from between his hollyhocks, Oliver sat back on his haunches, eyes scanning his beauties. “Aren’t you all so lovely tonight.” Standing, he brushed his hands against his jean clad legs wiping the dirt from them before bending to gather the garbage.
A small sound came from nearby as if one of the flowers answered then Frankie giggled. “You ever get an answer from the greens?”
Looking over his shoulder from the bent position, Oliver grinned, fangs flashing quickly, “What if I said I did?” Straightening, he moved toward the talker. “What brings you here tonight?”
“I ask you to share the hooch,” Frankie smirked and swung his long legs over the garden fence. “Bright moon... she talks to me.”
Eyes roaming over those long legs, Mellors smiled, “And what does she say to you?” Closing the distance, he turned to face the same way as the were, head tipped back to stare up at the silver orb.
Frankie closed his eyes as if listening. “Sings songs of woods and running.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you run? When your legs just eat up the ground and your fur ruffles in the wind?” Placing his hand on Frankie's thigh, Oliver gave a small squeeze, loving the touch as much as the flesh he held.
With a slight tilt of his head Frankie opened his eyes and gave Mellors a sideways glance. “Freedom is always beautiful,” he mumbled as if it was a throw away line.
Turning again so he now faced the were’s side, Oliver smiled gently, “Let me see it - see you run... there’s an open field a short walk away...”
Frankie didn’t need prompting. The transformation was fast and Frankie’s clothes fell around the wolf’s legs. Yellow eyes looked up at Mellors and he grinned his wolfy grin.
Kneeling, Mellors ran his hands over the sleek body, digging his fingers under the fur to rub at the muscles. “You’re beautiful...” Leaning closer, he hugged the wolf, hands continuing to press and massage the wiry body.
With a slight whimper of delight Frankie’s wolf rubbed himself up against Mellors swiping his broad wet tongue over the Vampire’s face.
Pressing his face into the side of Frankie’s neck, Mellors sighed, even holding the wolf was wonderful, being allowed to be this close and just ‘being’. What do you want to do Frankie, tell me. What Oliver would love, was to see his lover run in the moonlight, watch his fur turn to silvered gold as he moved.
The woods. The words were clear because the call of the moon was strong above all else the wolf wanted to share that with his lover.
One more ruffling of fur and Oliver stood; it was only a second, but his entire essence changed. No longer was there a ‘human’ standing with the wolf, but a full fledged vampire, sharp intense eyes, body thrumming with power and strength and the urge to simply use it. Lead on love, show me..
Turning rapidly on the spot the wolf bounded across the garden to the wilder green of the woods. Frankie ran a careful course through the trees until he made it to a clearing where the strong moonlight lit up the grass.
Following quickly, Oliver listened for the sounds of nature around him, how each animal or insect turned quiet in the passing of a predator. There in the clearing, his body coated in the loving rays of moonlight, Frankie was truly alive. Run for me babe... show me how beautiful you are.
Frankie leaped over a fallen tree and into the clearing, but he had barely gone a few yards when a bullet whistled past his ear and then another clipped his shoulder sending him tumbling over the grass.
Mellors was through the bushes and at his wolf’s side in a moment, an anguished cry of his lover’s name rang in the night. There was blood, and for once it didn’t inflame him, didn’t have the vampire want to lean down and lick the sweet taste of it. “Frankie... baby...” Looking up, he scanned the treeline, his vision acute and intense as he spotted the human and a riffle, the muzzle pointed in their direction. Hefting the wolf’s form, he moved, darting back toward the brush. Frankie... come on babe...talk to me
The pain burned, but not the burn of silver. The wolf stirred in the Vampire’s arms and whimpered. Down... need to shed fur.
Lowering the shuddering form to the ground, Oliver heard another crack of the riffle, heard the whizz of a bullet as it thudded into a tree not too far from them. “You stay here baby, I’ve got someone to take care of.” In only a matter of seconds he was through the brush and treeline, coming up behind the hunter. “Shooting is a dangerous thing - especially when you hit my lover.” The human’s squeak of shocked surprise ended on a wet gurgle as the vampire pulled his head back and sank his fangs into the heavy vein, nails dragging over the exposed throat to rip at it.. Sucking hard, he pulled the blood, draining the human quickly. It was done in a matter of moments; at Oliver’s feet lay a husk of what had once been human. He’d take care of the corpse later. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Mellors was back at Frankie’s side.
Frankie lay in the grass assessing his injury. It was more shock than real damage. He winced and ran searching fingers over his shoulder finding the wound. Frankie knew he’d had worse and it pissed him off more than anything.
“Don’t touch, I’ll clean you up at the cottage. Can you stand?” Leaning down on one knee, the vampire gently brushed the seeking fingers from the wound. “Sit up a bit, I’ll get my arm under you.”
“I can stand,” Frankie growled and struggled to sit up pushing Mellors away. Weakness, physical weakness at least, was not part of Frankie’s nature and he needed to prove to himself that he could cope. “Did you off the fucker?”
Standing back, arms crossed, the vampire nodded, “Yeah... didn’t even taste that sweet.” There was no remorse; Frankie had been hurt... He’d let Frankie keep his pride, watch him struggle and not do what he craved to. “Can’t believe he took a second shot and was aiming for a third.”
Frankie grimaced and finally leaned on Mellors. “Shit shot,” he mumbled against the Vampire needing the support. “You wanna dispose of the meat now?”
Looking at the moon and gauging he had at least another three hours before sunrise, Mellors shook his head no, “Lets get you taken care of first - can’t know what was on that bullet that hit you.” Wrapping his arm around the wolf’s waist, the vampire carefully urged them forward, “If we’re lucky some night scavengers will get to him.” He was hoping for wolves but didn’t want to out right say it - his main concern right now was Frankie.
“Fucking burns,” Frankie growled but managed to keep a steady pace through the long grass. Silently he feared the bullet to be silver tipped though it ripped his flesh but was not lodged there.
Nodding, he began to go over the cleaning unguents he had in his stores, “We’ll take care of that at the house. It’s not in you is it?” Trying to see the injury - even with his vampire sight - was difficult. “Does the burn feel like it’s spreading?”
Frankie closed his eyes briefly then shook his head. “Not in me. Just nicked me,” he grunted. “Shouldn’t feel like this.”
Oliver kept his face averted for just that moment, not wanting his lover to see his worry. “You okay to still walk?” Knowing it’d probably get him a huge growl and maybe even a nasty look, the vampire wanted to get Frankie back to the house fast - he needed to get back to that hunter and gather a few bullets.
With a determined nod Frankie straightened up. “I can walk,” he said in a slightly strained voice. “Had worse.” A bead of sweat trickled from Frankie’s hairline, but he knew Mellors needed to find a bullet.
“Not too much further.” He could see the soft glow of the outside lights twinkling through the softy rustling leaves in the trees, the breeze having set them to dancing. “I’m gonna leave you in the parlour for just a few minutes - need to go back.”
Frankie nodded and once inside sat heavily on the nearest chair. “Go... see to the meat.”
Lightly running his hand down the sweaty face, Oliver pressed a kiss to Frankie’s lips then disappeared out the door. It only took moments to return to the corpse; gathering a few bullets from his carryall, the vampire shoved them into his pocket for inspection at home. The body, a shriveled husk, lay limply in his arms as he hefted it then threw it over his shoulder. Gathering the human’s remaining items, Mellors moved further into the woods, knowing the deeper he went the more likely some predator would have a home and scent the fresh kill. Stopping near a small incline with burrows that went deep into the earth, he dropped the body and items, scattering them around so it looked like a battle for survival happened here. “You would have lived if you’d not taken that second shot... or tried for the third.” Shrugging, the vampire turned on his heel and sped back to the house.
Once Mellors left the house Frankie had pulled himself upright and stumbled through to the bathroom. He winced at his reflection in the small mirror; it was a very small injury but his color was off and the sweat was now dripping from his hair. “Fuck,” he cursed.
Opening the door quietly, Oliver stared at the empty chair. “Frankie?” He wouldn’t have gone to wolf - though he would heal faster... A soft noise from the bathroom alerted the vampire to his lover’s whereabouts. “How..” In the harsh glow of a naked bulb he could see the sallow pallor of the wolf’s flesh. “It’s bad.”
Frankie was sitting on the edge of the tub gripping it tightly for balance. “Silver right?” he muttered trying to focus on his lover.
“Yeah, I think so.” Taking out a few, he held them up for inspection. “They have the shine of it.” In his palm lay a blunt nosed bullet, small, but very bright - the shine twinkling even under artificial light. “Can this kill you? The one shot you took?”
Frankie shook his head and had to grab at Mellors for balance. “Not in me; just a trace,” he managed to say and dragged Mellor’s closer.
Dropping the offending objects on the floor - he’d dispose of them later - the vampire nearly crushed Frankie to him, holding him upright. “Lets get you to the couch, clean that and then you’re spending the day here... downstairs with me. “ Softening his voice, lips pressing small kisses to the sweaty brow, he whispered. “Please.”
“No more running tonight,” Frankie mumbled and let Mellors start them walking towards the stairs.