FIC: Silk (1/1)
Title: Silk
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Horror, AU, PWP
Rating: PG-13
Verse: A Drop Of Blood (the Vampire!Steve 'verse)
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement. havenward for giving birth to the verse with me and for the prompt 'RPS, vampire!Steve/Chris, silk' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: For as long as Steve can remember, he's always been a hedonist - a trait Christian inflames in him.
He was human once, many many years ago. Lifetimes ago, in fact. So long ago that he doesn't remember much of his life anymore. He knows he was European; Italian he thinks. A merchant, a trader. Rich. And that is where his love for the finer things in life comes from
Clothing, especially.
And, more to the point, silk
He loves the slide of it over his skin - it always sends a shiver of pleasure through him. Hedonism, that's another of his human traits he's retained over the centuries. And it goes so well with his love of silk
Something else that goes well with silk, that never fails to send need crashing through him is Christian. The slip-slide-rustle of the silk over his warm tanned skin, the desperate mewls and whimpers that escape him. And the taste of him sliding smoothly down his throat.
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Horror, AU, PWP
Rating: PG-13
Verse: A Drop Of Blood (the Vampire!Steve 'verse)
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement. havenward for giving birth to the verse with me and for the prompt 'RPS, vampire!Steve/Chris, silk' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: For as long as Steve can remember, he's always been a hedonist - a trait Christian inflames in him.
He was human once, many many years ago. Lifetimes ago, in fact. So long ago that he doesn't remember much of his life anymore. He knows he was European; Italian he thinks. A merchant, a trader. Rich. And that is where his love for the finer things in life comes from
Clothing, especially.
And, more to the point, silk
He loves the slide of it over his skin - it always sends a shiver of pleasure through him. Hedonism, that's another of his human traits he's retained over the centuries. And it goes so well with his love of silk
Something else that goes well with silk, that never fails to send need crashing through him is Christian. The slip-slide-rustle of the silk over his warm tanned skin, the desperate mewls and whimpers that escape him. And the taste of him sliding smoothly down his throat.