OOM: Trick or Treat

[mr_smarty_vamp]

It must look silly, a Power Ranger practically running after a cross-dressed French Maid.

But hey, that's the fun of Halloween, right?

Damian has the feeling that it will be more fun without his costume on, though.

Catching up with Nathaniel, he lets them both into his room, locking the door behind them. Any trick-or-treaters will be ignored.

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[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel grins as he backs towards the bed, his hips swaying.

"The true-hearted hero captures the loose-moraled maid," he asks, his words a little breathless.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

Damian chuckles, pulling off his gloves and tossing them aside. If he's going to touch Nathaniel again, he wants it to be skin on skin. The gloves are in the way. Hell, the whole get up he's been shoved into is in the way.

The brief respite as they'd made it to the room has allowed him to think past the bloodlust, but he has a feeling that won't last for long.

"True-hearted heroes don't usually aim to capture maids so they can drink their blood. Are you so sure it is a hero who has brought you here?"

[one_of_her_boys]

Nathaniel wants nothing more at this very moment than Damian to push him into the bed and fuck him senseless, but he knows that isn't going to happen. He can feel it. Damian might tease and play, feed from him and let him come, but the vampire is not ready for more from a man. Even one dressed as a woman.

"You want more than my blood, though," Nathaniel murmurs, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread as he leans back a little on his hands.

[mr_smarty_vamp]

It is a bit strange, the way he finds Nathaniel so very erotic in the costume. It isn't because he wishes his friend were a woman. Not at all. But it seems the strangeness of it, the blurring of gender and hint of role playing, just adds to the wereleopard's natural allure.

Nathaniel is very aware of his body. Damian knows what it is like to position oneself just right, so he knows that the peek beneath the skirt that he's given is entirely intentional.

"Yes," he breathes, reaching behind him to find the zipper of his jumpsuit. The fabric is peeled away, his arms pulling free. The movements are unnaturally graceful, as if he's done this before on many occasions, and his torso and arms are revealed to Nathaniel's gaze as he slowly stalks forward.