Frankie Roberts and Oliver Mellors ~ Mardi Gras (Backdated) NC17
[Cross posted to frankie_roberts and v_bq_mellors]
It was just past dusk, where the soft hues of purples bled into pink and painted the skies; Oliver stared out his window at the setting sun, wondering for just a second what it would feel like to sit on a beach and watch the fiery orb descend. In town, it would be alive, full of people and laughter, of noise and parties and life - and he wanted to share that with Frankie. But as always, he knew his lover could be... reluctant or full of unmanageable enthusiasm. Frankie, you around babe?
Frankie lounged on the ramshackle porch of his old house downing the last of his beer when he ‘heard’ Mellors. Frankie grinned. Home sweet home vamp.
Feel like company and a bit of fun tonight? Mellors idea of fun wasn’t necessarily that of Frankie's, but he’d manage both if in the end he got the other man into bed with him.
Got a mind for fun, Frankie grinned and hauled himself up. The Big Easy is jumping? Meet at the bar... or the square?
Mellors was tempted to have Frankie hunt for him, but knowing the wolf, he’d get distracted. Bar I think... start small and move into the crowds.
“Furry bar it is,” Frankie muttered to himself and set off in the direction of the Quarter. The streets were filled with alcohol soaked humans who were rewarded with a menacing glare if they tried to make eye contact with Frankie, but they were handy to snatch beers from.
As Mellors approached the bar, he began to wonder what he’d gotten himself into. A vampire strolling into a were bar? Shit he was becoming as reckless as his lover. Love... you close? The vampire did not like the way a few men loitering near the corner kept looking at him, no doubt of what they were. “Where the hell is Hoot when I need him... or Liam.” Muttering to himself, he gave a polite nod to the trio and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Frankie watched as Mellors entered the bar and swung around an ornate support pole. “Big Liam more your type Vamp-ire?” he drawled.
Stopping short of placing a kiss to Frankie's cheek, Oliver shook his head, “Hell, even a woman of this pack would be my type against this bunch.” Giving a grin instead, he whispered, “You're rubbing off on me; still trying to figure out what gave me the balls to walk in here.”
“Seen your balls; know you got ‘em,” Frankie chuckled and ignored the fact they were in a public place by lightly clutching Mellors’ crotch.
“Feels like you have them right now.” Not pulling away, the vampire took a deep breath. “Not sure I want you to let go either.” This time, he didn’t care who saw - and knew word would get around fast to the Princes’ - leaning close, he gave a soft kiss to Frankie’s lips. “You going to lead me around by them?”
Frankie licked his lips tasting his Vampire on then. He gave a gentle squeeze that became a caress. “Got a better use for these.”
Mellors knew his eyes changed, they always did when near Frankie, and honesty, he didn’t give a damn. “I’m yours to command... for now.” Grinning, white tips flashing briefly, the games-keeper pushed his hips forward into the touch.
“Can you two stop getting my pups worked up?” Liam growled as he walked through the door of the bar. He eyed Frankie who merely shrugged then turned to Mellors, “Be careful he does not lead you into danger my friend.”
Bowing his head respectfully, Oliver couldn’t stop the smile that moved across his face, “I fear it’s too late for that Prince.” Patting the hand that still covered his crotch, the vampire gave a quick look around the room then back to Frankie. “Maybe your prince is right. Shame.”
“Good puppy,” Frankie said and released his hold on Mellors. “You got plans boss? With anyone special?”
Liam gave Frankie a look and sighed, “You are lucky I love you Frankie boy. How about you take Oliver somewhere else?”
Immediately his eyes flickered to the small room that had served as his sanctuary all that time ago. Darting a look to the wolf next to him, he gave a grin but held his tongue on that account. “Your prince is a wise man.” Even though he knew with both Frankie and the Prince there, he was a dark temptation some might not be able to resist. “Thank you for your hospitality. Again.” Grabbing Frankie’s hand, Oliver tugged, “Let’s go find some humans to play with.”
“I got all I need to play with,” Frankie said but followed along raising his eyebrows at Liam as they passed by.
Pausing by the door, Mellors looked over the room then called, “Excuse me, I was wondering... do you ever play Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon? Good song.” Slipping through the opening, he hid his laughter, waiting for Frankie to follow.
Frankie not only followed, but as soon as they were outside he grabbed Mellors and slammed him up against the brick wall of the bar pressing his body against him. Without comment Frankie rolled his hips and captured the Vampire’s lips with his own.
Laughter forgotten, Oliver opened his mouth, inviting Frankie’s tongue inside for a dance instead. His head connected solidly with the hard surface, but the vampire didn’t care; hands automatically dropped to the moving hips against his own, pulling him closer.
They were of mild interest to the Mardi Gras crowd, but horny men were not all that unusual. What they didn’t hear was Frankie’s growled whisper, “My blood is hot tonight vamp-ire.”
Moaning in pleasure, it took him a moment to comprehend what was said, “What do you want Mutt? Don’t think I’m in the mood to deny you anything.” Pressing his burgeoning erection against the other’s hip, Mellors rubbed.
“Bite me, here with everyone around,” Frankie challenged, his voice rough with lust that was matched by hard on.
Hand tangled in Frankie's hair, Mellors pulled his lovers head to the side, exposing the neck. Lowering his face, he burrowed into the sweet warmth; scent of Frankie, of blood and lust and wanting had the vampire groan. Parting his lips, he scraped his teeth against the soft flesh before sliding them into the vein underneath, Fuck, love how you taste! No matter how many times Mellors fed from the wolf, each time, his head exploded with the onslaught of emotions. The raw hunger and wildness that was Frankie's by nature, his lust and passion and love and want of it all danced on the vampire’s tongue, leading a merry chase.
With a loud groan Frankie kicked the Vampire’s feet apart to force his leg between the firm thighs. “Might not wanna come in my jeans, but we gonna come damn close,” he muttered close the Mellors’ ear.
Sucking harder, he bent his knees, rubbing his engorged cock against the hard length of the wolf’s side, could be a problem... want you in me tonight Frankie... need you. Sliding his unoccupied hand around, the vampire grabbed a handful of the other man’s ass cheek and squeezed. fuck, whatever you want... need you
Frankie took a quick step back and gave a lascivious grin. “I could fuck you here with everyone watching?” An almost touch that playfully withdrew. “Or in the furry bar?” Frankie giggled at the thought then sighed. “But I know somewhere close.”
Oliver was tempted to say he could lay him out on the bar and do what he wanted... but he wouldn’t put it past the wild wolf to do just that. “Let’s go. Don’t want to wait.”
Grabbing the Vampire’s hand Frankie pushed back through the crowd then down a side alley. There was a secluded garden courtyard that was closed while a new supporting wall was built, but Frankie forced open the gate. “Little bit of wild,” he said looking at the garden over grown by weeds and creepers.
“You or the garden?” Following, he secured the gate as best he could and immediately his hands reached for the other man. “Need to feel you Mutt.”
Canting his hips forward Frankie held out his arms and grinned, “Yours for the taking.”
Nuzzling into the very warm and alive throat, the vampire moaned, his body firing with the passions that grew when around this man. “What if I want you to take me?”
Frankie’s hand moved up to the gamekeeper’s throat and gripped and he growled, “Then I’d take you.”
Letting the vampire show in his eyes, Mellors showed his fangs, “Prove it Mutt... take me.”
Without looking down Frankie deftly unfastened the thick leather belt and slide it quickly from Mellors’ pants then yanked and the buttons undoing them all. The wolf in Frankie was close to the surface and he knew the Vampire would see it in his eyes as he pushed down the pants to expose smooth pale skin.
“That all you got?” He was pushing the man, wanting his wild side tonight, wanting it rough and hard and animal. ‘Oh wait, don’t little puppies like to chew on leather; is that what you’re doing?”
Frankie giggled not falling for the jibe, but still tightened the clawed fingers around the Vampire’s throat and said, “You know what I got Vamp.” With a powerful twist and turn Frankie quickly had Mellors pressed against a climber covered wall.
Half expecting something along those lines, Oliver still grunted with the impact, “That’s a bit better.” Thrusting his hips out, he spread his feet, offering himself. “Do you need instructions on where things go?” He was in a strange mood, baiting his lover and enjoying the consequences. Frankie’s body was close enough for him to feel the heat and he pushed back, bumping his ass off the other man.
“Enough talk gamekeeper,” Frankie warned and wasted no time in squeezing the swollen head of his cock into his lover.
Even as the hard flesh forced its way into his body, stretching him, Oliver grunted again and pushed back, canting his hips for a better angle. “Though talk...” Hissing, he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed harder, taking in more, “talk was all you were up to,.. tonight.”
This time rather than speaking Frankie bit the Vampire’s shoulder. He bit lightly, but enough to create pin pricks of blood as he buried his cock deep inside Mellors.
There it was; the tightly leashed animal come out to play but still in human form. “Better.” Tightening his muscles around the thick shaft, the vampire tilted his head to the side, offering his neck. Under his clenching fists, the fragrance of crushed flowers released their scent, filling the air around them.
That first thrust always set Frankie’s teeth on edge with the mixture of pleasure and pain. The urge was always to thrust hard and fast till he came, but with Mellors Frankie wanted more. “Tight tonight Vamp,” he grunted and pulled back slowly then paused to ask, “What do you want from Frankie? Tell me.”
/What I want, you may give but won’t ever admit./ Thrusting back, Mellors grunted, bearing down. fuck me... tonight show me how your wolf wants this...
Frankie’s fingers tightened and anchored the vampire. The wolf in Frankie growled and began to fuck Mellors with an intensity that no human would endure.
Mellors fucked back, hips pushing and rolling as he took each punishing thrust. Pushing forward in counterpoint, his cock brushed against the vines, the touch teasing and not nearly enough and he growled at the frustration of it and yet loving the tease. “Fuck...” more... more... break me! He wanted to fall apart, wanted to be a sated, messy lump with Frankie buried inside him.
Frankie’s fingers became claws and dug deep into the Vampire’s skin until they drew blood. His grunts became harsh breaths, he bit hard on Mellors’ shoulder and reached round to grip the hard cock creating a fist around it.
At the scent of his own blood, the vampire growled, eyes flashing red as he pushed back again, impaling himself on the hard shaft. Fingers curled, destroying the vegetation under them as he turned, lips pulled back and fangs glinting in the pale light of the moon. He was so close, so fucking close... on that edge, teetering.
Frankie wanted to get the Vampire there first, but the wolf had a hold on his lust and drove him over the edge. His grip on Mellors tightened, held him close, needing to feel skin against his while he came.
He was possessed, owned. The wolf claiming him - fore it was wolf - pushed him past no return and Mellors threw his head back as he tried to find Frankie’s arm; he wanted the blood, the connection as their climaxes took them.
Mellors bit hard, but it felt so damn good to Frankie. He rode out his orgasm locked together in come and blood whispering a love that he would not say out loud.
He felt the words into his essence and held them to him; body and heart claimed, the vampire accepted it. This was his destiny - theirs.
It was just past dusk, where the soft hues of purples bled into pink and painted the skies; Oliver stared out his window at the setting sun, wondering for just a second what it would feel like to sit on a beach and watch the fiery orb descend. In town, it would be alive, full of people and laughter, of noise and parties and life - and he wanted to share that with Frankie. But as always, he knew his lover could be... reluctant or full of unmanageable enthusiasm. Frankie, you around babe?
Frankie lounged on the ramshackle porch of his old house downing the last of his beer when he ‘heard’ Mellors. Frankie grinned. Home sweet home vamp.
Feel like company and a bit of fun tonight? Mellors idea of fun wasn’t necessarily that of Frankie's, but he’d manage both if in the end he got the other man into bed with him.
Got a mind for fun, Frankie grinned and hauled himself up. The Big Easy is jumping? Meet at the bar... or the square?
Mellors was tempted to have Frankie hunt for him, but knowing the wolf, he’d get distracted. Bar I think... start small and move into the crowds.
“Furry bar it is,” Frankie muttered to himself and set off in the direction of the Quarter. The streets were filled with alcohol soaked humans who were rewarded with a menacing glare if they tried to make eye contact with Frankie, but they were handy to snatch beers from.
As Mellors approached the bar, he began to wonder what he’d gotten himself into. A vampire strolling into a were bar? Shit he was becoming as reckless as his lover. Love... you close? The vampire did not like the way a few men loitering near the corner kept looking at him, no doubt of what they were. “Where the hell is Hoot when I need him... or Liam.” Muttering to himself, he gave a polite nod to the trio and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Frankie watched as Mellors entered the bar and swung around an ornate support pole. “Big Liam more your type Vamp-ire?” he drawled.
Stopping short of placing a kiss to Frankie's cheek, Oliver shook his head, “Hell, even a woman of this pack would be my type against this bunch.” Giving a grin instead, he whispered, “You're rubbing off on me; still trying to figure out what gave me the balls to walk in here.”
“Seen your balls; know you got ‘em,” Frankie chuckled and ignored the fact they were in a public place by lightly clutching Mellors’ crotch.
“Feels like you have them right now.” Not pulling away, the vampire took a deep breath. “Not sure I want you to let go either.” This time, he didn’t care who saw - and knew word would get around fast to the Princes’ - leaning close, he gave a soft kiss to Frankie’s lips. “You going to lead me around by them?”
Frankie licked his lips tasting his Vampire on then. He gave a gentle squeeze that became a caress. “Got a better use for these.”
Mellors knew his eyes changed, they always did when near Frankie, and honesty, he didn’t give a damn. “I’m yours to command... for now.” Grinning, white tips flashing briefly, the games-keeper pushed his hips forward into the touch.
“Can you two stop getting my pups worked up?” Liam growled as he walked through the door of the bar. He eyed Frankie who merely shrugged then turned to Mellors, “Be careful he does not lead you into danger my friend.”
Bowing his head respectfully, Oliver couldn’t stop the smile that moved across his face, “I fear it’s too late for that Prince.” Patting the hand that still covered his crotch, the vampire gave a quick look around the room then back to Frankie. “Maybe your prince is right. Shame.”
“Good puppy,” Frankie said and released his hold on Mellors. “You got plans boss? With anyone special?”
Liam gave Frankie a look and sighed, “You are lucky I love you Frankie boy. How about you take Oliver somewhere else?”
Immediately his eyes flickered to the small room that had served as his sanctuary all that time ago. Darting a look to the wolf next to him, he gave a grin but held his tongue on that account. “Your prince is a wise man.” Even though he knew with both Frankie and the Prince there, he was a dark temptation some might not be able to resist. “Thank you for your hospitality. Again.” Grabbing Frankie’s hand, Oliver tugged, “Let’s go find some humans to play with.”
“I got all I need to play with,” Frankie said but followed along raising his eyebrows at Liam as they passed by.
Pausing by the door, Mellors looked over the room then called, “Excuse me, I was wondering... do you ever play Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon? Good song.” Slipping through the opening, he hid his laughter, waiting for Frankie to follow.
Frankie not only followed, but as soon as they were outside he grabbed Mellors and slammed him up against the brick wall of the bar pressing his body against him. Without comment Frankie rolled his hips and captured the Vampire’s lips with his own.
Laughter forgotten, Oliver opened his mouth, inviting Frankie’s tongue inside for a dance instead. His head connected solidly with the hard surface, but the vampire didn’t care; hands automatically dropped to the moving hips against his own, pulling him closer.
They were of mild interest to the Mardi Gras crowd, but horny men were not all that unusual. What they didn’t hear was Frankie’s growled whisper, “My blood is hot tonight vamp-ire.”
Moaning in pleasure, it took him a moment to comprehend what was said, “What do you want Mutt? Don’t think I’m in the mood to deny you anything.” Pressing his burgeoning erection against the other’s hip, Mellors rubbed.
“Bite me, here with everyone around,” Frankie challenged, his voice rough with lust that was matched by hard on.
Hand tangled in Frankie's hair, Mellors pulled his lovers head to the side, exposing the neck. Lowering his face, he burrowed into the sweet warmth; scent of Frankie, of blood and lust and wanting had the vampire groan. Parting his lips, he scraped his teeth against the soft flesh before sliding them into the vein underneath, Fuck, love how you taste! No matter how many times Mellors fed from the wolf, each time, his head exploded with the onslaught of emotions. The raw hunger and wildness that was Frankie's by nature, his lust and passion and love and want of it all danced on the vampire’s tongue, leading a merry chase.
With a loud groan Frankie kicked the Vampire’s feet apart to force his leg between the firm thighs. “Might not wanna come in my jeans, but we gonna come damn close,” he muttered close the Mellors’ ear.
Sucking harder, he bent his knees, rubbing his engorged cock against the hard length of the wolf’s side, could be a problem... want you in me tonight Frankie... need you. Sliding his unoccupied hand around, the vampire grabbed a handful of the other man’s ass cheek and squeezed. fuck, whatever you want... need you
Frankie took a quick step back and gave a lascivious grin. “I could fuck you here with everyone watching?” An almost touch that playfully withdrew. “Or in the furry bar?” Frankie giggled at the thought then sighed. “But I know somewhere close.”
Oliver was tempted to say he could lay him out on the bar and do what he wanted... but he wouldn’t put it past the wild wolf to do just that. “Let’s go. Don’t want to wait.”
Grabbing the Vampire’s hand Frankie pushed back through the crowd then down a side alley. There was a secluded garden courtyard that was closed while a new supporting wall was built, but Frankie forced open the gate. “Little bit of wild,” he said looking at the garden over grown by weeds and creepers.
“You or the garden?” Following, he secured the gate as best he could and immediately his hands reached for the other man. “Need to feel you Mutt.”
Canting his hips forward Frankie held out his arms and grinned, “Yours for the taking.”
Nuzzling into the very warm and alive throat, the vampire moaned, his body firing with the passions that grew when around this man. “What if I want you to take me?”
Frankie’s hand moved up to the gamekeeper’s throat and gripped and he growled, “Then I’d take you.”
Letting the vampire show in his eyes, Mellors showed his fangs, “Prove it Mutt... take me.”
Without looking down Frankie deftly unfastened the thick leather belt and slide it quickly from Mellors’ pants then yanked and the buttons undoing them all. The wolf in Frankie was close to the surface and he knew the Vampire would see it in his eyes as he pushed down the pants to expose smooth pale skin.
“That all you got?” He was pushing the man, wanting his wild side tonight, wanting it rough and hard and animal. ‘Oh wait, don’t little puppies like to chew on leather; is that what you’re doing?”
Frankie giggled not falling for the jibe, but still tightened the clawed fingers around the Vampire’s throat and said, “You know what I got Vamp.” With a powerful twist and turn Frankie quickly had Mellors pressed against a climber covered wall.
Half expecting something along those lines, Oliver still grunted with the impact, “That’s a bit better.” Thrusting his hips out, he spread his feet, offering himself. “Do you need instructions on where things go?” He was in a strange mood, baiting his lover and enjoying the consequences. Frankie’s body was close enough for him to feel the heat and he pushed back, bumping his ass off the other man.
“Enough talk gamekeeper,” Frankie warned and wasted no time in squeezing the swollen head of his cock into his lover.
Even as the hard flesh forced its way into his body, stretching him, Oliver grunted again and pushed back, canting his hips for a better angle. “Though talk...” Hissing, he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed harder, taking in more, “talk was all you were up to,.. tonight.”
This time rather than speaking Frankie bit the Vampire’s shoulder. He bit lightly, but enough to create pin pricks of blood as he buried his cock deep inside Mellors.
There it was; the tightly leashed animal come out to play but still in human form. “Better.” Tightening his muscles around the thick shaft, the vampire tilted his head to the side, offering his neck. Under his clenching fists, the fragrance of crushed flowers released their scent, filling the air around them.
That first thrust always set Frankie’s teeth on edge with the mixture of pleasure and pain. The urge was always to thrust hard and fast till he came, but with Mellors Frankie wanted more. “Tight tonight Vamp,” he grunted and pulled back slowly then paused to ask, “What do you want from Frankie? Tell me.”
/What I want, you may give but won’t ever admit./ Thrusting back, Mellors grunted, bearing down. fuck me... tonight show me how your wolf wants this...
Frankie’s fingers tightened and anchored the vampire. The wolf in Frankie growled and began to fuck Mellors with an intensity that no human would endure.
Mellors fucked back, hips pushing and rolling as he took each punishing thrust. Pushing forward in counterpoint, his cock brushed against the vines, the touch teasing and not nearly enough and he growled at the frustration of it and yet loving the tease. “Fuck...” more... more... break me! He wanted to fall apart, wanted to be a sated, messy lump with Frankie buried inside him.
Frankie’s fingers became claws and dug deep into the Vampire’s skin until they drew blood. His grunts became harsh breaths, he bit hard on Mellors’ shoulder and reached round to grip the hard cock creating a fist around it.
At the scent of his own blood, the vampire growled, eyes flashing red as he pushed back again, impaling himself on the hard shaft. Fingers curled, destroying the vegetation under them as he turned, lips pulled back and fangs glinting in the pale light of the moon. He was so close, so fucking close... on that edge, teetering.
Frankie wanted to get the Vampire there first, but the wolf had a hold on his lust and drove him over the edge. His grip on Mellors tightened, held him close, needing to feel skin against his while he came.
He was possessed, owned. The wolf claiming him - fore it was wolf - pushed him past no return and Mellors threw his head back as he tried to find Frankie’s arm; he wanted the blood, the connection as their climaxes took them.
Mellors bit hard, but it felt so damn good to Frankie. He rode out his orgasm locked together in come and blood whispering a love that he would not say out loud.
He felt the words into his essence and held them to him; body and heart claimed, the vampire accepted it. This was his destiny - theirs.