More Plasma & IKEA
THE BUTTSEX IS IN THIS HALF. Ahem. Now that I have your attention...
Title: Blood & Furnishings (part 2 of 2 because LJ keeps telling my my post is too long. Bastards.)
Authors: theempress14 & kitsune_girl
Pairing: Conrad/Worth
Rating: NC-17 for rough Vamp-on-Doctor sex, Blood and Badass!Conrad
Summery: "You serious? This is whatcha do on a Friday night?"
Conrad sat on his bed after kicking off his shoes and started some work. Nothing hard just basics. But… his mind just wouldn’t stay on his work. Every few minutes he’d look over the top of his computer screen at the door as if at any moment Worth would be standing there…for what reason he didn’t know, but he still expected him to be standing there. After a little longer he got up off the bed and went to the door. The hipster hesitated with his hand on the door knob. Finally going out, he quietly waked to the kitchen. He just needed to start the dishwasher; he wouldn’t have any mugs for tomorrow if he didn’t. That was the only reason he was going in there. Absolutely only reason.
Worth remained on the floor. He was sitting, legs propped up on the sofa, elbows on the coffee table. He gazed at the large canvas over the couch bearing a monochromatic abstract, perhaps gazing past it. The scotch bottle was sitting on the floor next to him. Less than a third of it remained. Worth’s eyes rolled in his head as Conrad strayed into the kitchenette. He watched him the way a scavenger watched a wounded animal.
The young Vampire started the dishwasher and headed back to his room. He was just thinking of taking the bottle away from Worth when an image materialized in his head. Two bodies writhing. Giving each other pleasure and pain. Decadent lust for flesh made real. When he finally came out of the image Conrad was leaning against the wall, panting and feeling totally debauched. He glared at the other man. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Worth blinked slowly and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m finishin’ the scotch you can’t. What’s the problem? Yer flat past last call?” Worth paused a moment taking another swig. He looked back at Conrad with that same predatory expression “Why’re ya shaking like that? Something under yer skin?”
This time the thought was almost like a physical caress. He gasped and nearly slid down the wall. This was a little clearer but still abstract. “You’re thinking… about sex.” The vampire pushed himself off the wall and approached the doctor. “You’re thinking it really loud and I can see it. I’ve gotten enough images of you fucking Hanna in my head. I don’t need any more so will you at least wait till I’m out of the room before you start mentally and physically, for that matter, jerking off.” The next one almost dropped him to his knees.
Worth pulled himself to his feet with some minor difficulty, gripping the scotch bottle by the neck. He crossed to Conrad and seized the weakened man under the arm to keep him from tumbling over. Worth sucked a bit more scotch down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he was done. He looked Conrad up and down.
“Alright. Ya got me. But yer off by one little thing. Wasn’t Hanna I was thinkin’ ‘bout. It was you, Puppy.” Worth dropped the scotch bottle to the floor where is fell onto its side and splashed onto the floor still littered with glass pieces. He slammed his free hand on the wall beside Conrad’s head and moved in for the kill, capturing Conrad’s mouth with this own.
Conrad’s first reaction was to push the other man off him but as soon as his hands were on Worth’s body he got another Image. This one was clear. He could see himself fucking Worth hard. He gasped and clutched the other man tighter to him, kissing back passionately, taken in by his lust.
Worth pressed Conrad against the wall, kissing hard and pressing their bodies together. He chewed Conrad’s bottom lip and kissed hungrily.
“So you can see it.” He growled pulling away a moment before diving back in to taste the vampire again.
The second of respite was all Conrad needed to regain his wits. He shoved at the other man just far enough to get some space. “Stop! This is not happening! I have not waited this long to finally have sex with a piss drunk med school drop out.” He still held tight to worth’s coat. His body wanted this now. It craved this the way it craved blood.
“Wait…waited? The hell?” Worth managed. He blinked at Conrad, his mouth beginning to drop open “Yer tellin’ me..? Oh Jesus,” Worth did not succeed in hiding his mean-spirited glee “You died a virgin? C'mon, Puppy-”
“Shut up! I wanted to fall in love first.” He still held tight to that God awful coat. He just couldn’t seem to pry his hands free. “I thought it was an admirable trait. Something you know nothing about.” He moaned again as another image came into his head. This one involved him leaning against the wall with Worth on his knees, sucking the vampire’s cock. Thank God for the wall behind him and the grip on the other man. He glared at the doctor. “Now, you’re just doing it on purpose.” He grumbled breathlessly.
“Can ya blame me?” Worth asked, leaning in to take in Conrad’s scent. It was some super trendy cologne that the Doc surmised cost more than it was actually worth. His stubbled cheek rubbed against the side of Conrad’s head as he swayed drunkenly
“’N besides, who’re ya savin' it fer now? Yer a bleedin’ vampire fer fuck’s sake. Am I wrong or aren’t yer type s’posed to ooze sexuality? That begs ya actually have some experience, I think. I’m really just tryin’ ta give ya a hand. Ya need any leg up you can get in yer…community.”
Worth mouth split into a thin, curved grin at that point and he thought some particularly dirty things.
God, he loved the feel of the doctor’s harsh stubble against his skin. He shuddered and moaned bringing his head forward to lean on the blonde’s shoulder. The thoughts that were passing rapid fire through his mind were phenomenal, and scary and exciting all at the same time. He would have blushed at the explicit imagery had all his blood decide that lower extremities were the place to be. He was rock hard and he wanted Worth. “Alright. You win. But this will never happen again.” He looked up at the doctor. “Never again. And if you ever tell anyone we had sex, ever, I will kill you.”
“Sure ya will. Now c’mere.” Worth smiled and pressed his body to Conrad’s, trapping him against the wall. He ran a hand over Conrad’s side, taking a thigh into his hand and pulling it up onto his own hip. He began to peel open the collar of Conrad’s shirt beneath his stupid little sweater vest. He bit down on the pale flesh of Conrad’s collarbone and one of his hands came down heavy on the vampire’s face. His fingers slipped over Conrad’s glasses and hooked inside his mouth. His index finger tapped out an uneven rhythm against Conrad’s fang.
Conrad moaned. This was just what his body wanted. He hooked his knee securely against worth’s boney hip and rubbed against the other man. He slid one hand against worth’s thin chest while the other went to the doctor’s messy blond hair. The vampire yanked a tuft of hair sharply. As he was pulling the other man’s hair he bit the finger that had been place in his mouth. When the drop of blood fell on his tongue the brunette sucked voraciously at the finger. This was his first taste of living blood. How was he ever going back to that bagged crap?
Worth’s mouth came off of Conrad’s skin as the vampire yanked his hair. He hissed in pleasure at the sudden rough treatment and growled his approval under his breath. The pinch of Conrad biting down on his finger sent a tingle of anticipation for the coming main event. It spurred him on and Worth seized Conrad’s wrists and slammed them down at his sides. Now that he wasn’t being held back, Worth pounced upon Conrad’s lips, tongue diving in and tasting the minute coppery flavor of his own blood there.
It was almost devastating to the fledgling vampire when the practitioner took his finger away. He wanted more. He kissed back almost viciously. The fact that he couldn’t use his hands was maddening. He twisted and struggled until he freed one hand. Conrad pushed against Worth’s chest forcing him down the hallway to his bedroom. “You want it rough? I can do that. But we’re playing by my rules now, asshole.” he said before slamming the taller man into the wall. He cupped Worth through his pants and kissed him roughly.
Worth let himself be bullied into Conrad’s bedroom and up against the wall. Worth fought back in the kiss, hands pulling at the vampire’s clothes. He reveled in the sharp sound of a sleeve ripping and just how damn much that silly white undershirt might have cost that fashion whore vampire. He groaned down Conrad’s throat when his partner squeezed him harder (whether from shock or anger he couldn’t be sure) through his slacks.
“Mmm, that’s it, bitch. But, sorry; I don’t play by rules.” He growled low and seductively.
He took Worth’s head in his hands and kissed him almost sweetly before slamming the man’s head back against the wall. “Then maybe you need to learn.” He hissed before clawing at that ugly ass jacket. “Get your clothes off.” He demanded. Worth was downright fucking floored but he trained his face not to show it, as bells rang in the back of his skull. Who knew the little wimp had it in him?
Worth's coat came off easily enough (The bitch was lucky he hadn’t torn it. Otherwise he’d be talking out the other side of his head right now.) Conrad’s bravado died out a little when the coat was finally removed and his fingers ran over scrawny bandaged arms.
“What the hell is this?” The vampire asked as he stepped back a little.
Worth was only slightly put out when Conrad backed off. Worth hesitated before he laid on a bit of a smirk, smug with a very tiny bit of…could that have been regret? Conrad told himself he was seeing things.
“S’like I told ya. ‘boilin’ over or drainin’ out.’ Either way I get my blood too.”
Worth quickly undid one of the bandages up to his elbow to show Conrad the crisscrossing scars, some near the middle of his forearm very fresh, before slowly starting to rewrap himself.
“Wait.” He halted those long fingers. Conrad brought the injured arm up to his mouth. With a gentle but insisting tongue he jabbed at the fresh cut till it opened for him. He drank from Worth, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. He pulled away, nearly shuddering in the passion of it all. “Next time you wanna spill your own blood,” he leaned against Worth, their lips nearly touching. “You come to me. I want it.” he kissed the other man passionately as his fingers went to work on worth’s shirts.
Worth let Conrad undress him, a loose button popping off its string. It rolled across the floor, forgotten. Worth broke the kiss just enough to pull Conrad’s two layers off over his head at once. He growled: “Who said it was yer’s ta have? Think ya can have whatever ya want? Brat.”
“Well, you don’t want it. You wouldn’t cut yourself if you wanted to keep it.” The artist scrapped his fang against the doctor’s throat. “Might as well give it to me. At least you’ll get something out of it.” He began working in the fastenings of worth’s pants as he sucked on the flesh over the doctor’s jugular.
“Ya wanna be my little charity case, Puppy?” Worth chided, voice strained with lust. His hand slipped down the back of Conrad’s head and held onto the base of his neck, the bandage still dangling from Worth’s arm. “ya gotta show me what I’ll ‘get out of it’.”
Conrad bit down. Not hard enough to actually break the skin but enough to get his point across. Once he had Worth’s pants undone he slowly slid his hand down the other man’s stomach, his trimmed nails leaving little red lines as they scratched down ward. He paused before reaching into the doctor’s briefs. Finally throwing caution to the wind, Conrad slid his hand in and stroked Worth’s length. He squeezed a little tighter than he thought would be comfortable for the other man but he knew Worth would love it.
Worth cried out at the bite and leaned into Conrad’s touch, back arching from the wall. When Conrad took him in hand, Worth curled in toward the vampire, hands clutching Conrad’s shoulders. He groaned in satisfaction and, pawing and grabbing as he went, began to steer Conrad away from the wall. He wasn’t exactly steering him to the bed. Worth hadn’t seen a real bed, let alone laid in one for ages. His chair behind his desk had been good enough. It was murder on his neck and shoulders, but in the end, always good enough. As far as sex in a bed, Worth could say he had done it at least once, but it must have not been very good, because he didn’t recall it too clearly.
The vampire allowed himself to be push to wherever the doctor wanted to go. He nearly jumped when the back of his legs hit his long low dresser. He pulled away from the doctor so he could hoist himself so he was sitting on the piece of furniture. He pulled Worth in close and wrapped his long legs around the other man. “Do something. You’re not gonna be the only one getting off tonight.” He took Worth’s lips hard again.
Worth leaned in as Conrad’s legs pulled him closer. Trapped as he was, he naturally began to grind his hips into Conrad, their clothed groins rubbing with delicious friction. He grunted and panted as wonderful sensation began to bubble to surface. He kissed the vampire, open mouthed and franticly, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Conrad raked his nails down Worth’s back knowing it would cause a response. He pulled away and groaned from the friction as the doctor ground against him. One of his hands left Worth’s back and slid into the back of the blonde’s pants. He clutched a buttock roughly and turned lust glazed eyes on the other man. “You could never have this with Hanna. He’s too sweet to be this rough with you.” The hipster’s free hand grabbed a tuft of blond hair and yanked hard. “I can be rougher if you want.” He mouthed the exposed neck.
Without warning, Worth slapped Conrad. He pointed a long, nicotine stained finger into Conrad’s face.
“Don’t ya mention him right now.” He slurred before kissing the vampire again. His hands struggled with Conrad’s button fly, finally opening it and shuffling the trousers down over Conrad’s knees. The vampire’s length came free from the confines of his boxer briefs and rested against his stomach. Worth licked his palm with a certain relish and took Conrad in hand, stroking fast and hard.
The vampire bit the doctor’s bottom lip. He sucked on it as his lip began to bleed. “Fucking bastard.” He groaned pulling away. “Aah! Fuck yeah.” He clutched Worth’s biceps as he arched back pressing more of his length into those strong hands. Conrad wanted to fight back. To beat the crap out of that med-school dropout ass hole but the rough handling his cock was getting was too good. Conrad did have one last thing to fight back with.
“Were you in love with him?” The bespectacled hipster glared at the doctor as he writhed in pleasure. “How would you feel if I told you that Hanna used you for sex? Or would you feel worse if I said that if you had just told Hanna you loved him you’d still have him?”
The moment after the words left Conrad’s mouth, Worth had him by the throat. He swung the vampire around and threw him back. Conrad tripped in the clothes tangled around his ankles and fell back onto the bed. He leaned up on his elbows and looked to Worth who was glowering at him, dark rimmed eyes wild. The doctor stood rooted to the spot.
“Fuck. You.” He breathed “No wonder yer still a goddamn virgin, ya fuckin’ buzz kill.”
“You slapped me. It was the only way I could think of at the moment to get back at you.” Conrad looked up ready to fight back if Worth really was as unhinged as he thought. “I thought you wanted me to hurt you, if not physically then mentally.”
Worth watched Conrad a moment longer. Blood dripped down his chin. His icy stare remained as he crawled onto the bad, straddling Conrad at the waist. He curled a hand behind Conrad’s neck, tipping his head to look up at him. The unfastened bandage on his arm trailed over Conrad’s bare shoulder.
“Ya still thirsty? Then shut up.” He mumbled and kissed Conrad.
Conrad kept his eyes open as he was kissed by Worth. The vampire didn’t trust him. Now that Worth knew he could sense his thoughts the doctor was putting up mental walls. He pushed at the black pants on those too skinny hips. When his lips were released so Worth could take a breath Conrad licked the trail of blood from the practitioner’s stubbled chin. Fixing the other man with what he hoped was a sexy look, he started unwrapping the still bound arm. As soon as the fresh cuts were revealed Conrad swooped down on them. He mumbled “I’m sorry.” Against the skin before opening the wound and sucking.
Worth didn’t reply, only glared away from Conrad and eventually let a moan escaped, low in the back of his throat, laying his head back. The stinging, suckling pressure was deliciously painful, yes, but it also had a strange kind of intimacy that Worth was shocked by when he found it added to the experience. That gentle, tender sex stuff was bullshit as far as Worth was concerned. He wouldn’t be tricked into it by Conrad, that much was certain, but it surprised Worth that this time around...less pain was almost acceptable.
Worth did his damnedest to keep Conrad from sensing that.
It was so good but the little cut wasn’t enough. Conrad pulled Worth down and slid his tongue between the other man’s lips. He moaned and twisted trying to kick off his pants. Once he felt them slid off his legs he whined into Worth’s mouth. “Let me get your pants off.” The hipster yanked at the fabric as he backed up on the bed so the doctor would have more room to move.
“I want you.” He said it very quietly as if afraid the words would cause everything to come crashing down around his preternatural ears.
Worth shuffled out of the threadbare slacks, his busted old loafers catching them at the ankle. He fought them free and kicked them to the floor haphazardly. He then took Conrad by the hip and pulled the vampire down on top of him.
“Then come get me.” He rumbled in Conrad’s ear.
“Hold on.” He reached behind him and yanked his socks off. Now completely naked Conrad was self conscious. Sure, Conrad was slim but not as scrawny as Worth. He ran his hands down Worth’s chest mapping out all the scars and wondering how many of them had been self inflicted. He took the doctor’s left arm and undid the bandages and did the same to the other arm. He then leaned down close and ran his mouth over worth’s throat. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Worth smirked a bit. He’d had virgins twice before (One girl and one boy. Worth liked to be well rounded) and he didn’t exactly relish the painstaking detail with which he was going to have to deal with Conrad. But what could you do? Worth cleared his throat and pushed Conrad, half gently, back onto his bare ass. He crooked his knees and rested his forearms there, the scars creating the illusion of a multi layered spider web.
“Alright, since m’sure ya’d be a bitch if I tried anyfin' with yer bum ‘n it’d just be easier on both’ve us, I’ll letcha pop yer cherry like a man.” He explained. Worth shuffled onto his back and placed his first three fingers into his mouth. After a few moments of near vulgar lubrication were applied via his tongue, Worth removed them from his mouth and, reaching between his legs and right off slipped two of those fingers inside himself. Conrad could swear Worth hadn’t stretched himself more than fifteen seconds before finger number three joined its brothers. Worth arched a bit into his own ministrations and cracked a sunken eye open to watch the vampire.
“All ya hafta do is stick it in, princess. Nothin’ simpler.” He told him.
Conrad sat there and stared. This had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He reached out and stilled the hand that was moving inside the other man. “Let me do it.”
Conrad put three fingers in his mouth and wet them the way he had seen Worth do it. With the other hand he pulled the doctor’s hand away and then inserted his own fingers.
Worth gurgled something that could’ve been a gasp at the half surprise of his entrance emptying and being refilled so swiftly. He bucked a bit and ran a hand into his greasy hair, gripping it at the crown of his skull.
As Conrad massaged Worth’s flesh as he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. After tonguing the little nub for a few minutes the vampire opened his mouth wide. Conrad bit into Worth’s chest and marveled that the practitioner tasted even better now.
Worth hissed and tilted into the exquisite spark of pain and shivered at the sensation of Conrad’s tongue lapping against his scared chest. His hand hovered at Conrad’s shoulder, meaning to clamp down on it, but instead it could only twitch in mid air.
“Fuck…” Worth breathed.
Removing his teeth from the other man’s flesh, Conrad licked at the old wounds. “Are you ready?” He asked kissing the skin. He noticed the hand so close to his shoulders. One fluid movement brought the shaking fingers in contact with his skin. He loved that he could do this to Worth.
Worth felt the flesh beneath his hand and gripped it tight. He regarded Conrad and his lip curled.
“A ‘course I’m ready. Give it ta me already, Puppy.” He offered hoarsely.
Conrad removed his fingers from Worth. The vampire spit in his palm and stroked his cock to lube it up. Leaning his weight on one elbow he leaned his head down and captured the doctor’s lips. With the other hand he guided his cock into Worth. He let out a strangled noise as he pressed inside.
Worth all but purred as Conrad entered, his entrance deliberately under prepared. The burn was delightful. He opened his mouth to Conrad, kissing hungrily and arching up into the vampire. He held Conrad’s shoulders in a death grip.
“C’mon ‘n move already.” He growled against Conrad’s lips.
He felt like he was going to pass out. Worth was so tight around him. Conrad leaned his forehead against the blonde’s. After releasing the base of his cock the vampire grabbed the back of one of Worth’s knees and pressed back, spreading the man below him a little wider. His hips arched back, pulling hipster’s manhood, slowly, from its hot confines before surging forward and burying himself again. Worth’s stubbled chin was nearly worshiped as Conrad moaned and nuzzled against him. “You feel so good.” He groaned in a shuddered breath.
“You know it, Puppy. You-ah! Fuckin’ know it.” Worth stared into Conrad’s face, loving the labored expression on the kid’s features. He bucked against the vampire, the pain lessening only slightly. Worth’s hands worked down Conrad’s body, one taking his length in his hand and stroking himself hard. The other came down to hold Conrad’s hip bruisingly tight.
Now that The vampire had established a good rhythm Conrad moved so that his palms were resting against the bed and Worth’s knees were draped over his elbows. The tight hold on his hip spurred him on to thrust harder and faster. He leaned his head forward and sucked at the Doctor’s color bone leaving a large purple mark there. He could hear Worth’s heart beating at an accelerated rate. The blood so close beneath the skin of the man beneath him that he was nearly wild with want.
“Fuck! God -fuckin’- dammit!” Worth graveled. His hand twisted over his cock, matching Conrad’s rhythm. When Conrad clamped down on his neck, Worth let go of himself in favor of digging his nails into Conrad’s neck. He smirked with some effort around the groans and expletives then swung the hand on Conrad’s hip up and down onto the hipster’s ass.
Conrad bit Worth. His fang broke through the delicate flesh like biting into a ripe peach. He felt the blood spill into his mouth. A few wayward drops spilled out of the corners of his mouth. The Vampire took one long gulp and felt himself nearly climax. He didn’t want that. He wanted more. It was his nature now, never to be satisfied. He pulled his teeth from the doctor’s neck and stared down at him. All of his thrusting had stopped. The hipster felt different; powerful, strong.
“Shitfuck!!” It came out as one word when Conrad’s teeth sunk in. Worth writhed and struggled beneath his partner, a feeling akin to his brain being sucked out of his spine wracking him. It was the absolute pinnacle of pain and pleasure commingling. There was a hallucinogenic quality to it as well. The world bent at the edges and all the colors dimmed and flashed brighter at the same time. Worth’s eyes rolled, he cried out and when Conrad released him, his head snapped up. He looked out through sunken eyes at Conrad, sweat dripping down his face and matting his short hair. He could see his blood shining on Conrad’s teeth.
Worth wanted to ask what in blue blazes that was supposed to be but he couldn’t form any words. He coughed and choked on the unsaid words then settled on just breathing hard.
The vampire threw his head back. Tossing his bangs off his forehead He pulled himself off of Worth, effectively pulling out. He licked his lips. The sweat that had collected on his upper lip had a coppery taste. He then settled himself at the head of the bed. He leaned back and pinned the doctor with his stare. “You wanna come? You need to work a little harder. Ride me.”
Worth blinked a moment, putting the pieces together in his woozy brain. Where’d Count Fagula go and when did this mother fucker take his place? The doctor felt strangely memorized and it unsettled him a bit. He tried to shake it off. Though, really, whatever was going on, Worth couldn’t exactly say he disliked it. A grin made its way to Worth’s mouth.
“So we’re gonna play? Aright then…” Worth moved up onto his knees, crawling across the bed. The blood beaded down Worth’s chest. “…Let’s play, Puppy.”
As Worth straddled him Conrad ran his hands over the malnourished form of the older man. He brought his face close to the man’s chest and licked the blood away. “Mmmm… are you gonna play nice?” He said with his mouth pressed to the other man’s chest. He scratched his nails down Worth’s back.
Worth reveled in the feeling of tongue and nail on him. He stretched his back, shoulders rolling and popping with effort. He looked down at the vampire and waited, poised just so over his cock. He chuckled behind his teeth.
“You must be a stranger; askin’ me a question like that…” He purred, before sinking down onto Conrad’s length. He cried out and shook.
“I never play nice.” He moaned.
Conrad groaned. “Playing nice is over rated.” He husked before grabbing roughly onto the Doctor’s hips. The vampire pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“Now, Shut up and ride me.” He went back to lavishing attention to Worth’s chest.
Worth didn’t bother starting slow. Instead he began bouncing hard and fast, groaning as he felt Conrad begin to feed on him again. The sense of vertigo prevailed and Worth was sweating bullets in no time. The pain and sweet pleasure rode through his body like an electric current. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Worth wondered if Conrad was getting full with all the blood he’d see the vampire dink tonight. His mind wandered onto the way a mosquito exploded if you swatted it while it was drinking from your arm and he wheezed laughter despite himself. The hallucinogenic effect wrapped around him in a swirl of liquid color and movement. He rode Conrad harder.
He pulled his teeth from Worth’s flesh. He watched the other man bounce on his cock. “You taste so good but if I drink anymore I’ll kill you.” He husked. Conrad knew this would alarm any other lover but this was sweet nothings to the doctor. He placed his hands on the blonde’s hips and held them tight. “My head’s fucking spinning.” He groaned. The hipster started working his hips up into Worth’s downward lunges.
Worth had guessed as much as what Conrad had said and if he hadn’t been coming out of his intoxicated state, Worth may not have heard and if he had wouldn’t have cared. Granted, he was feeling weaker but Worth didn’t let up. His thighs began to burn with their strenuous exercise and Worth laid his hands on Conrad’s chest for balance. He barked a loud moan and his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows knitting together in concentration.
“C’mon…Goddammit!” was all he could manage.
A strong hand wrapped around Worth’s Cock. Conrad stroked him enthusiastically. His other hand went into the doctor’s short blond hair. The hipster wrenched the other man’s head down towards him. He could feel several hairs pull free from the scalp. “Come for me. I know you want it. Fucking do it.” He squeezed the head of worth’s length hard before returning to a rhythmic stroke.
Worth’s mouth split into a snarl, coming open and then teeth clamping together hard. He fought the need for completion tooth and nail. His nails pressed into Conrad’s skin, leaving little red marks in their own simple pattern. He tried yanking his head away but Conrad pulled it back harshly, like a rider holding a bucking horse by the reins. That last wonderful jolt of pain was all Worth could stand, and he came hard, toes curling and a broken, haggard scream tearing from his lungs.
“Yes.” Conrad moaned as he felt the doctor’s cum spill over his hand. He released the blond hair and struggled to flip Worth onto his back. He was surprised that it was harder than he thought it would be. The hipster continued to stroke the other man even after his release had subsided. He knew how sensitive his own penis became after release and thought Worth would love the feel of the brunette’s fingers playing with the almost overly sensitive head of his cock. He kept up the punishing rhythm of his hips as his empty hand reached between him and touched the stretched skin around his penis. “How am I doing for my first time?” He chuckled.
Worth was just at the height of his orgasm when Conrad flipped him over. His knees naturally bent up near his chest as the vampire laid into him harder. Worth twisted against Conrad’s touch, keeping him from coming down off his orgasm. He panted and tossed his head against the sheets. He cracked an eye open at the vampire and a half grin curled onto his face.
“Not too bad, kid. Uhh! Not…Mmm…too damn bad.” He told Conrad through labored grunts of passion.
Conrad couldn’t hold out any longer. He shoved himself hard into Worth a few more times then kissed Worth as he came inside him. His whole body seemed to vibrate as he orgasmed. After a moment of shaking he collapsed on top of the other man. He pulled away for a moment. He felt strange. He looked at Worth and started laughing. Leaning back down the hipster kissed the other man lazily as he realized why he felt so strange.
“You must have been bombed, cause I think I’m drunk now.” He snickered. He forgot how good it felt to just let go for a while.
Worth glowered through bleary eyes. He was weak and shaky and while still tingling with the post sex bliss, Worth couldn’t help but feel a little dour.
“th’fuck? Ya stole my goddamn buzz? Greedy bitch…” he said, not unkindly. They didn’t speak for some time. Then Worth spoke again quietly “What happened to ya back there? W’sat a vampire thing?”
Conrad looked back at Worth. He blink a few times, clearly having a hard time thinking through the alcohol. “I dunno. Maybe. Never had anyone to tell me what to expect.” He grumbled then buried his face in Worth’s neck. “you probably know more about this stuff then I do.” He licked at the wound he had made gently.
Worth stiffened when Conrad snuggled up to him. His hesitated, his arms hovering above the sheets, not exactly sure where he should put them. He settled on awkwardly patting Conrad’s shoulder and placing the other hand behind his head.
“Well, yeah…I s’pose I would. I don’t, but I s’pose I would. If I did.” Worth, much to his surprise, found himself rambling in his own clipped way. He was pretty spent, both sexually and due to the blood loss and he tried his damnedest not to fall asleep. Fall asleep with a lover and it was all over. It gave them Ideas. Fruity, sickly sentimental, hard to curb ideas.
The brunette’s head shot up and he looked at worth in an almost hurt way. Conrad pulled out of the other man and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to Worth. “Shouldn’t you be going?” He grumbled. He ran one hand through his hair and huffed, “Fuck. I can’t even eat anything so I can sober up. If I get your hang over tomorrow I’m gonna be royally pissed.”
Worth sat up himself, if somewhat more slowly. It took a moment for him to realize Conrad was ‘seeing’ things again and his principles on afterglow had been on display. He sourly wished there was an off button to that thing. He smiled ironically.
“Just when we have somefin’ close to nice goin’, ya always gotta pick a fight.” He said to Conrad’s turned form in a tone that, for his gruff, accent butchered voice, was nearly kind. “Ya gotta learn ta not take everythin’ so personal, Puppy. Sometimes every little thing don’t fit so perfect like yer expectin’. But ya don’t gotta fight it. I’s whut makes life interestin’.”
He laid back down, rolled back onto his side and close his eyes.
“So do me a favor. Let me get some shut eye, would ya, Conrad?” It came out sounding like ‘Cunrid’, but all things considered, it was first time he had said it.
The hipster turned and looked at the other man. After a moment he stood and picked up an old comforter that had taken up residence on the floor. He hung it on two eye hooks over the window. Conrad hated having to do this. It spoke of the starving artist who slept till noon but couldn’t afford proper curtains in his shit hole of an apartment. None of this described Conrad. He stumbled a little on his way back to the bed.
“Get under the blankets.” He grumbled at Worth as he pulled the duvet and sheet back from the bed. “You’re down a pint or two and you’ll freeze if you sleep there.” He carefully took the doctor’s elbow to show he would help him if need be.
Worth was well into a state of woozy, groggy agitation. He groaned when Conrad took his arm, but lifted his ass to let Conrad pull the covers fully open and then shambled beneath him, his head never leaving the mattress.
“…Dunneed yer help…” He slurred, half asleep already.
“Sure ya don’t.” Conrad chuckled. Once he had tucked worth in he contemplated what to do with himself. He was still to buzzed to do any work and too lazy to clean up worth’s mess In the living room. He climbed under the blankets himself and, after berating himself mentally for a moment, curled up close to the doctors back. He waited hoping that Worth was asleep. The brunette’s hand came to rest on the skinny hip of his bed mate. Conrad rested his forehead against Worth’s shoulder blade and he closed his eyes.
Worth distantly registered Conrad behind him. Despite himself, Worth smiled at the thought that, in a sense, he had accomplished what he was after. Conrad had left that silly shop in a huff without a single stick of furniture. Worth was very proud of his victory, as stupid and petty as it was.
Title: Blood & Furnishings (part 2 of 2 because LJ keeps telling my my post is too long. Bastards.)
Authors: theempress14 & kitsune_girl
Pairing: Conrad/Worth
Rating: NC-17 for rough Vamp-on-Doctor sex, Blood and Badass!Conrad
Summery: "You serious? This is whatcha do on a Friday night?"
Conrad sat on his bed after kicking off his shoes and started some work. Nothing hard just basics. But… his mind just wouldn’t stay on his work. Every few minutes he’d look over the top of his computer screen at the door as if at any moment Worth would be standing there…for what reason he didn’t know, but he still expected him to be standing there. After a little longer he got up off the bed and went to the door. The hipster hesitated with his hand on the door knob. Finally going out, he quietly waked to the kitchen. He just needed to start the dishwasher; he wouldn’t have any mugs for tomorrow if he didn’t. That was the only reason he was going in there. Absolutely only reason.
Worth remained on the floor. He was sitting, legs propped up on the sofa, elbows on the coffee table. He gazed at the large canvas over the couch bearing a monochromatic abstract, perhaps gazing past it. The scotch bottle was sitting on the floor next to him. Less than a third of it remained. Worth’s eyes rolled in his head as Conrad strayed into the kitchenette. He watched him the way a scavenger watched a wounded animal.
The young Vampire started the dishwasher and headed back to his room. He was just thinking of taking the bottle away from Worth when an image materialized in his head. Two bodies writhing. Giving each other pleasure and pain. Decadent lust for flesh made real. When he finally came out of the image Conrad was leaning against the wall, panting and feeling totally debauched. He glared at the other man. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Worth blinked slowly and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m finishin’ the scotch you can’t. What’s the problem? Yer flat past last call?” Worth paused a moment taking another swig. He looked back at Conrad with that same predatory expression “Why’re ya shaking like that? Something under yer skin?”
This time the thought was almost like a physical caress. He gasped and nearly slid down the wall. This was a little clearer but still abstract. “You’re thinking… about sex.” The vampire pushed himself off the wall and approached the doctor. “You’re thinking it really loud and I can see it. I’ve gotten enough images of you fucking Hanna in my head. I don’t need any more so will you at least wait till I’m out of the room before you start mentally and physically, for that matter, jerking off.” The next one almost dropped him to his knees.
Worth pulled himself to his feet with some minor difficulty, gripping the scotch bottle by the neck. He crossed to Conrad and seized the weakened man under the arm to keep him from tumbling over. Worth sucked a bit more scotch down, wiping his mouth with his sleeve when he was done. He looked Conrad up and down.
“Alright. Ya got me. But yer off by one little thing. Wasn’t Hanna I was thinkin’ ‘bout. It was you, Puppy.” Worth dropped the scotch bottle to the floor where is fell onto its side and splashed onto the floor still littered with glass pieces. He slammed his free hand on the wall beside Conrad’s head and moved in for the kill, capturing Conrad’s mouth with this own.
Conrad’s first reaction was to push the other man off him but as soon as his hands were on Worth’s body he got another Image. This one was clear. He could see himself fucking Worth hard. He gasped and clutched the other man tighter to him, kissing back passionately, taken in by his lust.
Worth pressed Conrad against the wall, kissing hard and pressing their bodies together. He chewed Conrad’s bottom lip and kissed hungrily.
“So you can see it.” He growled pulling away a moment before diving back in to taste the vampire again.
The second of respite was all Conrad needed to regain his wits. He shoved at the other man just far enough to get some space. “Stop! This is not happening! I have not waited this long to finally have sex with a piss drunk med school drop out.” He still held tight to worth’s coat. His body wanted this now. It craved this the way it craved blood.
“Wait…waited? The hell?” Worth managed. He blinked at Conrad, his mouth beginning to drop open “Yer tellin’ me..? Oh Jesus,” Worth did not succeed in hiding his mean-spirited glee “You died a virgin? C'mon, Puppy-”
“Shut up! I wanted to fall in love first.” He still held tight to that God awful coat. He just couldn’t seem to pry his hands free. “I thought it was an admirable trait. Something you know nothing about.” He moaned again as another image came into his head. This one involved him leaning against the wall with Worth on his knees, sucking the vampire’s cock. Thank God for the wall behind him and the grip on the other man. He glared at the doctor. “Now, you’re just doing it on purpose.” He grumbled breathlessly.
“Can ya blame me?” Worth asked, leaning in to take in Conrad’s scent. It was some super trendy cologne that the Doc surmised cost more than it was actually worth. His stubbled cheek rubbed against the side of Conrad’s head as he swayed drunkenly
“’N besides, who’re ya savin' it fer now? Yer a bleedin’ vampire fer fuck’s sake. Am I wrong or aren’t yer type s’posed to ooze sexuality? That begs ya actually have some experience, I think. I’m really just tryin’ ta give ya a hand. Ya need any leg up you can get in yer…community.”
Worth mouth split into a thin, curved grin at that point and he thought some particularly dirty things.
God, he loved the feel of the doctor’s harsh stubble against his skin. He shuddered and moaned bringing his head forward to lean on the blonde’s shoulder. The thoughts that were passing rapid fire through his mind were phenomenal, and scary and exciting all at the same time. He would have blushed at the explicit imagery had all his blood decide that lower extremities were the place to be. He was rock hard and he wanted Worth. “Alright. You win. But this will never happen again.” He looked up at the doctor. “Never again. And if you ever tell anyone we had sex, ever, I will kill you.”
“Sure ya will. Now c’mere.” Worth smiled and pressed his body to Conrad’s, trapping him against the wall. He ran a hand over Conrad’s side, taking a thigh into his hand and pulling it up onto his own hip. He began to peel open the collar of Conrad’s shirt beneath his stupid little sweater vest. He bit down on the pale flesh of Conrad’s collarbone and one of his hands came down heavy on the vampire’s face. His fingers slipped over Conrad’s glasses and hooked inside his mouth. His index finger tapped out an uneven rhythm against Conrad’s fang.
Conrad moaned. This was just what his body wanted. He hooked his knee securely against worth’s boney hip and rubbed against the other man. He slid one hand against worth’s thin chest while the other went to the doctor’s messy blond hair. The vampire yanked a tuft of hair sharply. As he was pulling the other man’s hair he bit the finger that had been place in his mouth. When the drop of blood fell on his tongue the brunette sucked voraciously at the finger. This was his first taste of living blood. How was he ever going back to that bagged crap?
Worth’s mouth came off of Conrad’s skin as the vampire yanked his hair. He hissed in pleasure at the sudden rough treatment and growled his approval under his breath. The pinch of Conrad biting down on his finger sent a tingle of anticipation for the coming main event. It spurred him on and Worth seized Conrad’s wrists and slammed them down at his sides. Now that he wasn’t being held back, Worth pounced upon Conrad’s lips, tongue diving in and tasting the minute coppery flavor of his own blood there.
It was almost devastating to the fledgling vampire when the practitioner took his finger away. He wanted more. He kissed back almost viciously. The fact that he couldn’t use his hands was maddening. He twisted and struggled until he freed one hand. Conrad pushed against Worth’s chest forcing him down the hallway to his bedroom. “You want it rough? I can do that. But we’re playing by my rules now, asshole.” he said before slamming the taller man into the wall. He cupped Worth through his pants and kissed him roughly.
Worth let himself be bullied into Conrad’s bedroom and up against the wall. Worth fought back in the kiss, hands pulling at the vampire’s clothes. He reveled in the sharp sound of a sleeve ripping and just how damn much that silly white undershirt might have cost that fashion whore vampire. He groaned down Conrad’s throat when his partner squeezed him harder (whether from shock or anger he couldn’t be sure) through his slacks.
“Mmm, that’s it, bitch. But, sorry; I don’t play by rules.” He growled low and seductively.
He took Worth’s head in his hands and kissed him almost sweetly before slamming the man’s head back against the wall. “Then maybe you need to learn.” He hissed before clawing at that ugly ass jacket. “Get your clothes off.” He demanded. Worth was downright fucking floored but he trained his face not to show it, as bells rang in the back of his skull. Who knew the little wimp had it in him?
Worth's coat came off easily enough (The bitch was lucky he hadn’t torn it. Otherwise he’d be talking out the other side of his head right now.) Conrad’s bravado died out a little when the coat was finally removed and his fingers ran over scrawny bandaged arms.
“What the hell is this?” The vampire asked as he stepped back a little.
Worth was only slightly put out when Conrad backed off. Worth hesitated before he laid on a bit of a smirk, smug with a very tiny bit of…could that have been regret? Conrad told himself he was seeing things.
“S’like I told ya. ‘boilin’ over or drainin’ out.’ Either way I get my blood too.”
Worth quickly undid one of the bandages up to his elbow to show Conrad the crisscrossing scars, some near the middle of his forearm very fresh, before slowly starting to rewrap himself.
“Wait.” He halted those long fingers. Conrad brought the injured arm up to his mouth. With a gentle but insisting tongue he jabbed at the fresh cut till it opened for him. He drank from Worth, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. He pulled away, nearly shuddering in the passion of it all. “Next time you wanna spill your own blood,” he leaned against Worth, their lips nearly touching. “You come to me. I want it.” he kissed the other man passionately as his fingers went to work on worth’s shirts.
Worth let Conrad undress him, a loose button popping off its string. It rolled across the floor, forgotten. Worth broke the kiss just enough to pull Conrad’s two layers off over his head at once. He growled: “Who said it was yer’s ta have? Think ya can have whatever ya want? Brat.”
“Well, you don’t want it. You wouldn’t cut yourself if you wanted to keep it.” The artist scrapped his fang against the doctor’s throat. “Might as well give it to me. At least you’ll get something out of it.” He began working in the fastenings of worth’s pants as he sucked on the flesh over the doctor’s jugular.
“Ya wanna be my little charity case, Puppy?” Worth chided, voice strained with lust. His hand slipped down the back of Conrad’s head and held onto the base of his neck, the bandage still dangling from Worth’s arm. “ya gotta show me what I’ll ‘get out of it’.”
Conrad bit down. Not hard enough to actually break the skin but enough to get his point across. Once he had Worth’s pants undone he slowly slid his hand down the other man’s stomach, his trimmed nails leaving little red lines as they scratched down ward. He paused before reaching into the doctor’s briefs. Finally throwing caution to the wind, Conrad slid his hand in and stroked Worth’s length. He squeezed a little tighter than he thought would be comfortable for the other man but he knew Worth would love it.
Worth cried out at the bite and leaned into Conrad’s touch, back arching from the wall. When Conrad took him in hand, Worth curled in toward the vampire, hands clutching Conrad’s shoulders. He groaned in satisfaction and, pawing and grabbing as he went, began to steer Conrad away from the wall. He wasn’t exactly steering him to the bed. Worth hadn’t seen a real bed, let alone laid in one for ages. His chair behind his desk had been good enough. It was murder on his neck and shoulders, but in the end, always good enough. As far as sex in a bed, Worth could say he had done it at least once, but it must have not been very good, because he didn’t recall it too clearly.
The vampire allowed himself to be push to wherever the doctor wanted to go. He nearly jumped when the back of his legs hit his long low dresser. He pulled away from the doctor so he could hoist himself so he was sitting on the piece of furniture. He pulled Worth in close and wrapped his long legs around the other man. “Do something. You’re not gonna be the only one getting off tonight.” He took Worth’s lips hard again.
Worth leaned in as Conrad’s legs pulled him closer. Trapped as he was, he naturally began to grind his hips into Conrad, their clothed groins rubbing with delicious friction. He grunted and panted as wonderful sensation began to bubble to surface. He kissed the vampire, open mouthed and franticly, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Conrad raked his nails down Worth’s back knowing it would cause a response. He pulled away and groaned from the friction as the doctor ground against him. One of his hands left Worth’s back and slid into the back of the blonde’s pants. He clutched a buttock roughly and turned lust glazed eyes on the other man. “You could never have this with Hanna. He’s too sweet to be this rough with you.” The hipster’s free hand grabbed a tuft of blond hair and yanked hard. “I can be rougher if you want.” He mouthed the exposed neck.
Without warning, Worth slapped Conrad. He pointed a long, nicotine stained finger into Conrad’s face.
“Don’t ya mention him right now.” He slurred before kissing the vampire again. His hands struggled with Conrad’s button fly, finally opening it and shuffling the trousers down over Conrad’s knees. The vampire’s length came free from the confines of his boxer briefs and rested against his stomach. Worth licked his palm with a certain relish and took Conrad in hand, stroking fast and hard.
The vampire bit the doctor’s bottom lip. He sucked on it as his lip began to bleed. “Fucking bastard.” He groaned pulling away. “Aah! Fuck yeah.” He clutched Worth’s biceps as he arched back pressing more of his length into those strong hands. Conrad wanted to fight back. To beat the crap out of that med-school dropout ass hole but the rough handling his cock was getting was too good. Conrad did have one last thing to fight back with.
“Were you in love with him?” The bespectacled hipster glared at the doctor as he writhed in pleasure. “How would you feel if I told you that Hanna used you for sex? Or would you feel worse if I said that if you had just told Hanna you loved him you’d still have him?”
The moment after the words left Conrad’s mouth, Worth had him by the throat. He swung the vampire around and threw him back. Conrad tripped in the clothes tangled around his ankles and fell back onto the bed. He leaned up on his elbows and looked to Worth who was glowering at him, dark rimmed eyes wild. The doctor stood rooted to the spot.
“Fuck. You.” He breathed “No wonder yer still a goddamn virgin, ya fuckin’ buzz kill.”
“You slapped me. It was the only way I could think of at the moment to get back at you.” Conrad looked up ready to fight back if Worth really was as unhinged as he thought. “I thought you wanted me to hurt you, if not physically then mentally.”
Worth watched Conrad a moment longer. Blood dripped down his chin. His icy stare remained as he crawled onto the bad, straddling Conrad at the waist. He curled a hand behind Conrad’s neck, tipping his head to look up at him. The unfastened bandage on his arm trailed over Conrad’s bare shoulder.
“Ya still thirsty? Then shut up.” He mumbled and kissed Conrad.
Conrad kept his eyes open as he was kissed by Worth. The vampire didn’t trust him. Now that Worth knew he could sense his thoughts the doctor was putting up mental walls. He pushed at the black pants on those too skinny hips. When his lips were released so Worth could take a breath Conrad licked the trail of blood from the practitioner’s stubbled chin. Fixing the other man with what he hoped was a sexy look, he started unwrapping the still bound arm. As soon as the fresh cuts were revealed Conrad swooped down on them. He mumbled “I’m sorry.” Against the skin before opening the wound and sucking.
Worth didn’t reply, only glared away from Conrad and eventually let a moan escaped, low in the back of his throat, laying his head back. The stinging, suckling pressure was deliciously painful, yes, but it also had a strange kind of intimacy that Worth was shocked by when he found it added to the experience. That gentle, tender sex stuff was bullshit as far as Worth was concerned. He wouldn’t be tricked into it by Conrad, that much was certain, but it surprised Worth that this time around...less pain was almost acceptable.
Worth did his damnedest to keep Conrad from sensing that.
It was so good but the little cut wasn’t enough. Conrad pulled Worth down and slid his tongue between the other man’s lips. He moaned and twisted trying to kick off his pants. Once he felt them slid off his legs he whined into Worth’s mouth. “Let me get your pants off.” The hipster yanked at the fabric as he backed up on the bed so the doctor would have more room to move.
“I want you.” He said it very quietly as if afraid the words would cause everything to come crashing down around his preternatural ears.
Worth shuffled out of the threadbare slacks, his busted old loafers catching them at the ankle. He fought them free and kicked them to the floor haphazardly. He then took Conrad by the hip and pulled the vampire down on top of him.
“Then come get me.” He rumbled in Conrad’s ear.
“Hold on.” He reached behind him and yanked his socks off. Now completely naked Conrad was self conscious. Sure, Conrad was slim but not as scrawny as Worth. He ran his hands down Worth’s chest mapping out all the scars and wondering how many of them had been self inflicted. He took the doctor’s left arm and undid the bandages and did the same to the other arm. He then leaned down close and ran his mouth over worth’s throat. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Worth smirked a bit. He’d had virgins twice before (One girl and one boy. Worth liked to be well rounded) and he didn’t exactly relish the painstaking detail with which he was going to have to deal with Conrad. But what could you do? Worth cleared his throat and pushed Conrad, half gently, back onto his bare ass. He crooked his knees and rested his forearms there, the scars creating the illusion of a multi layered spider web.
“Alright, since m’sure ya’d be a bitch if I tried anyfin' with yer bum ‘n it’d just be easier on both’ve us, I’ll letcha pop yer cherry like a man.” He explained. Worth shuffled onto his back and placed his first three fingers into his mouth. After a few moments of near vulgar lubrication were applied via his tongue, Worth removed them from his mouth and, reaching between his legs and right off slipped two of those fingers inside himself. Conrad could swear Worth hadn’t stretched himself more than fifteen seconds before finger number three joined its brothers. Worth arched a bit into his own ministrations and cracked a sunken eye open to watch the vampire.
“All ya hafta do is stick it in, princess. Nothin’ simpler.” He told him.
Conrad sat there and stared. This had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He reached out and stilled the hand that was moving inside the other man. “Let me do it.”
Conrad put three fingers in his mouth and wet them the way he had seen Worth do it. With the other hand he pulled the doctor’s hand away and then inserted his own fingers.
Worth gurgled something that could’ve been a gasp at the half surprise of his entrance emptying and being refilled so swiftly. He bucked a bit and ran a hand into his greasy hair, gripping it at the crown of his skull.
As Conrad massaged Worth’s flesh as he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. After tonguing the little nub for a few minutes the vampire opened his mouth wide. Conrad bit into Worth’s chest and marveled that the practitioner tasted even better now.
Worth hissed and tilted into the exquisite spark of pain and shivered at the sensation of Conrad’s tongue lapping against his scared chest. His hand hovered at Conrad’s shoulder, meaning to clamp down on it, but instead it could only twitch in mid air.
“Fuck…” Worth breathed.
Removing his teeth from the other man’s flesh, Conrad licked at the old wounds. “Are you ready?” He asked kissing the skin. He noticed the hand so close to his shoulders. One fluid movement brought the shaking fingers in contact with his skin. He loved that he could do this to Worth.
Worth felt the flesh beneath his hand and gripped it tight. He regarded Conrad and his lip curled.
“A ‘course I’m ready. Give it ta me already, Puppy.” He offered hoarsely.
Conrad removed his fingers from Worth. The vampire spit in his palm and stroked his cock to lube it up. Leaning his weight on one elbow he leaned his head down and captured the doctor’s lips. With the other hand he guided his cock into Worth. He let out a strangled noise as he pressed inside.
Worth all but purred as Conrad entered, his entrance deliberately under prepared. The burn was delightful. He opened his mouth to Conrad, kissing hungrily and arching up into the vampire. He held Conrad’s shoulders in a death grip.
“C’mon ‘n move already.” He growled against Conrad’s lips.
He felt like he was going to pass out. Worth was so tight around him. Conrad leaned his forehead against the blonde’s. After releasing the base of his cock the vampire grabbed the back of one of Worth’s knees and pressed back, spreading the man below him a little wider. His hips arched back, pulling hipster’s manhood, slowly, from its hot confines before surging forward and burying himself again. Worth’s stubbled chin was nearly worshiped as Conrad moaned and nuzzled against him. “You feel so good.” He groaned in a shuddered breath.
“You know it, Puppy. You-ah! Fuckin’ know it.” Worth stared into Conrad’s face, loving the labored expression on the kid’s features. He bucked against the vampire, the pain lessening only slightly. Worth’s hands worked down Conrad’s body, one taking his length in his hand and stroking himself hard. The other came down to hold Conrad’s hip bruisingly tight.
Now that The vampire had established a good rhythm Conrad moved so that his palms were resting against the bed and Worth’s knees were draped over his elbows. The tight hold on his hip spurred him on to thrust harder and faster. He leaned his head forward and sucked at the Doctor’s color bone leaving a large purple mark there. He could hear Worth’s heart beating at an accelerated rate. The blood so close beneath the skin of the man beneath him that he was nearly wild with want.
“Fuck! God -fuckin’- dammit!” Worth graveled. His hand twisted over his cock, matching Conrad’s rhythm. When Conrad clamped down on his neck, Worth let go of himself in favor of digging his nails into Conrad’s neck. He smirked with some effort around the groans and expletives then swung the hand on Conrad’s hip up and down onto the hipster’s ass.
Conrad bit Worth. His fang broke through the delicate flesh like biting into a ripe peach. He felt the blood spill into his mouth. A few wayward drops spilled out of the corners of his mouth. The Vampire took one long gulp and felt himself nearly climax. He didn’t want that. He wanted more. It was his nature now, never to be satisfied. He pulled his teeth from the doctor’s neck and stared down at him. All of his thrusting had stopped. The hipster felt different; powerful, strong.
“Shitfuck!!” It came out as one word when Conrad’s teeth sunk in. Worth writhed and struggled beneath his partner, a feeling akin to his brain being sucked out of his spine wracking him. It was the absolute pinnacle of pain and pleasure commingling. There was a hallucinogenic quality to it as well. The world bent at the edges and all the colors dimmed and flashed brighter at the same time. Worth’s eyes rolled, he cried out and when Conrad released him, his head snapped up. He looked out through sunken eyes at Conrad, sweat dripping down his face and matting his short hair. He could see his blood shining on Conrad’s teeth.
Worth wanted to ask what in blue blazes that was supposed to be but he couldn’t form any words. He coughed and choked on the unsaid words then settled on just breathing hard.
The vampire threw his head back. Tossing his bangs off his forehead He pulled himself off of Worth, effectively pulling out. He licked his lips. The sweat that had collected on his upper lip had a coppery taste. He then settled himself at the head of the bed. He leaned back and pinned the doctor with his stare. “You wanna come? You need to work a little harder. Ride me.”
Worth blinked a moment, putting the pieces together in his woozy brain. Where’d Count Fagula go and when did this mother fucker take his place? The doctor felt strangely memorized and it unsettled him a bit. He tried to shake it off. Though, really, whatever was going on, Worth couldn’t exactly say he disliked it. A grin made its way to Worth’s mouth.
“So we’re gonna play? Aright then…” Worth moved up onto his knees, crawling across the bed. The blood beaded down Worth’s chest. “…Let’s play, Puppy.”
As Worth straddled him Conrad ran his hands over the malnourished form of the older man. He brought his face close to the man’s chest and licked the blood away. “Mmmm… are you gonna play nice?” He said with his mouth pressed to the other man’s chest. He scratched his nails down Worth’s back.
Worth reveled in the feeling of tongue and nail on him. He stretched his back, shoulders rolling and popping with effort. He looked down at the vampire and waited, poised just so over his cock. He chuckled behind his teeth.
“You must be a stranger; askin’ me a question like that…” He purred, before sinking down onto Conrad’s length. He cried out and shook.
“I never play nice.” He moaned.
Conrad groaned. “Playing nice is over rated.” He husked before grabbing roughly onto the Doctor’s hips. The vampire pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“Now, Shut up and ride me.” He went back to lavishing attention to Worth’s chest.
Worth didn’t bother starting slow. Instead he began bouncing hard and fast, groaning as he felt Conrad begin to feed on him again. The sense of vertigo prevailed and Worth was sweating bullets in no time. The pain and sweet pleasure rode through his body like an electric current. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Worth wondered if Conrad was getting full with all the blood he’d see the vampire dink tonight. His mind wandered onto the way a mosquito exploded if you swatted it while it was drinking from your arm and he wheezed laughter despite himself. The hallucinogenic effect wrapped around him in a swirl of liquid color and movement. He rode Conrad harder.
He pulled his teeth from Worth’s flesh. He watched the other man bounce on his cock. “You taste so good but if I drink anymore I’ll kill you.” He husked. Conrad knew this would alarm any other lover but this was sweet nothings to the doctor. He placed his hands on the blonde’s hips and held them tight. “My head’s fucking spinning.” He groaned. The hipster started working his hips up into Worth’s downward lunges.
Worth had guessed as much as what Conrad had said and if he hadn’t been coming out of his intoxicated state, Worth may not have heard and if he had wouldn’t have cared. Granted, he was feeling weaker but Worth didn’t let up. His thighs began to burn with their strenuous exercise and Worth laid his hands on Conrad’s chest for balance. He barked a loud moan and his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows knitting together in concentration.
“C’mon…Goddammit!” was all he could manage.
A strong hand wrapped around Worth’s Cock. Conrad stroked him enthusiastically. His other hand went into the doctor’s short blond hair. The hipster wrenched the other man’s head down towards him. He could feel several hairs pull free from the scalp. “Come for me. I know you want it. Fucking do it.” He squeezed the head of worth’s length hard before returning to a rhythmic stroke.
Worth’s mouth split into a snarl, coming open and then teeth clamping together hard. He fought the need for completion tooth and nail. His nails pressed into Conrad’s skin, leaving little red marks in their own simple pattern. He tried yanking his head away but Conrad pulled it back harshly, like a rider holding a bucking horse by the reins. That last wonderful jolt of pain was all Worth could stand, and he came hard, toes curling and a broken, haggard scream tearing from his lungs.
“Yes.” Conrad moaned as he felt the doctor’s cum spill over his hand. He released the blond hair and struggled to flip Worth onto his back. He was surprised that it was harder than he thought it would be. The hipster continued to stroke the other man even after his release had subsided. He knew how sensitive his own penis became after release and thought Worth would love the feel of the brunette’s fingers playing with the almost overly sensitive head of his cock. He kept up the punishing rhythm of his hips as his empty hand reached between him and touched the stretched skin around his penis. “How am I doing for my first time?” He chuckled.
Worth was just at the height of his orgasm when Conrad flipped him over. His knees naturally bent up near his chest as the vampire laid into him harder. Worth twisted against Conrad’s touch, keeping him from coming down off his orgasm. He panted and tossed his head against the sheets. He cracked an eye open at the vampire and a half grin curled onto his face.
“Not too bad, kid. Uhh! Not…Mmm…too damn bad.” He told Conrad through labored grunts of passion.
Conrad couldn’t hold out any longer. He shoved himself hard into Worth a few more times then kissed Worth as he came inside him. His whole body seemed to vibrate as he orgasmed. After a moment of shaking he collapsed on top of the other man. He pulled away for a moment. He felt strange. He looked at Worth and started laughing. Leaning back down the hipster kissed the other man lazily as he realized why he felt so strange.
“You must have been bombed, cause I think I’m drunk now.” He snickered. He forgot how good it felt to just let go for a while.
Worth glowered through bleary eyes. He was weak and shaky and while still tingling with the post sex bliss, Worth couldn’t help but feel a little dour.
“th’fuck? Ya stole my goddamn buzz? Greedy bitch…” he said, not unkindly. They didn’t speak for some time. Then Worth spoke again quietly “What happened to ya back there? W’sat a vampire thing?”
Conrad looked back at Worth. He blink a few times, clearly having a hard time thinking through the alcohol. “I dunno. Maybe. Never had anyone to tell me what to expect.” He grumbled then buried his face in Worth’s neck. “you probably know more about this stuff then I do.” He licked at the wound he had made gently.
Worth stiffened when Conrad snuggled up to him. His hesitated, his arms hovering above the sheets, not exactly sure where he should put them. He settled on awkwardly patting Conrad’s shoulder and placing the other hand behind his head.
“Well, yeah…I s’pose I would. I don’t, but I s’pose I would. If I did.” Worth, much to his surprise, found himself rambling in his own clipped way. He was pretty spent, both sexually and due to the blood loss and he tried his damnedest not to fall asleep. Fall asleep with a lover and it was all over. It gave them Ideas. Fruity, sickly sentimental, hard to curb ideas.
The brunette’s head shot up and he looked at worth in an almost hurt way. Conrad pulled out of the other man and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to Worth. “Shouldn’t you be going?” He grumbled. He ran one hand through his hair and huffed, “Fuck. I can’t even eat anything so I can sober up. If I get your hang over tomorrow I’m gonna be royally pissed.”
Worth sat up himself, if somewhat more slowly. It took a moment for him to realize Conrad was ‘seeing’ things again and his principles on afterglow had been on display. He sourly wished there was an off button to that thing. He smiled ironically.
“Just when we have somefin’ close to nice goin’, ya always gotta pick a fight.” He said to Conrad’s turned form in a tone that, for his gruff, accent butchered voice, was nearly kind. “Ya gotta learn ta not take everythin’ so personal, Puppy. Sometimes every little thing don’t fit so perfect like yer expectin’. But ya don’t gotta fight it. I’s whut makes life interestin’.”
He laid back down, rolled back onto his side and close his eyes.
“So do me a favor. Let me get some shut eye, would ya, Conrad?” It came out sounding like ‘Cunrid’, but all things considered, it was first time he had said it.
The hipster turned and looked at the other man. After a moment he stood and picked up an old comforter that had taken up residence on the floor. He hung it on two eye hooks over the window. Conrad hated having to do this. It spoke of the starving artist who slept till noon but couldn’t afford proper curtains in his shit hole of an apartment. None of this described Conrad. He stumbled a little on his way back to the bed.
“Get under the blankets.” He grumbled at Worth as he pulled the duvet and sheet back from the bed. “You’re down a pint or two and you’ll freeze if you sleep there.” He carefully took the doctor’s elbow to show he would help him if need be.
Worth was well into a state of woozy, groggy agitation. He groaned when Conrad took his arm, but lifted his ass to let Conrad pull the covers fully open and then shambled beneath him, his head never leaving the mattress.
“…Dunneed yer help…” He slurred, half asleep already.
“Sure ya don’t.” Conrad chuckled. Once he had tucked worth in he contemplated what to do with himself. He was still to buzzed to do any work and too lazy to clean up worth’s mess In the living room. He climbed under the blankets himself and, after berating himself mentally for a moment, curled up close to the doctors back. He waited hoping that Worth was asleep. The brunette’s hand came to rest on the skinny hip of his bed mate. Conrad rested his forehead against Worth’s shoulder blade and he closed his eyes.
Worth distantly registered Conrad behind him. Despite himself, Worth smiled at the thought that, in a sense, he had accomplished what he was after. Conrad had left that silly shop in a huff without a single stick of furniture. Worth was very proud of his victory, as stupid and petty as it was.