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Title: Don't Ask, Don't Tell (Take What You Need)
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: R
Disclaimer: LIES I TELL YOU! LIES!
Warnings: um, vampire stuff? and some boy touching? yeah.
Summary: "To say it's merely for satisfaction is the understatement of the year."
Author's Notes: this is my first attempt at lambliff. be gentle. i've had a newfound love for lambliff. it took me a little bit to get warmed up to them haha. zeeransom123 asked me once if i would write some lambliff fic. and now that i'm actually loving lambliff i decided to write some! i hope it's at least okay. i can do better but this is my first for this fandom and yeah imma shut up now. :)
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To say it’s merely for satisfaction is the understatement of the year.
It’s more of a need, a desire, stronger than an addiction. Something he can’t really explain to others…or himself, really. He just knows that it hurts when he can’t have it. It aches deep down inside when the withdrawal starts because he’s been away for too long.
That’s why Tommy finds himself back in the club every Friday night, at least. The place is underground, dark, and secret except to those that find themselves thrown into the hype by accident. He found it by accident, too, and he never really remembered much after that. All he could remember was where he was before it happened and then he’s blank on the details. He’s never understood how they do it, just that they do when they want to, and he’s never really minded it much.
As long as he gets his fix.
Tommy scans the room, looking for an open spot, and when he sees one he hurries over before someone else can get it. His usual is there, waiting, sharp teeth gleaming in the neon lights of the place as she smiles. He can already feel the want and the desire itching underneath his skin. It almost hurts with how much he wants it. He doesn’t say anything as he settles himself into the plush chair, waits.
“Good to see you again,” she drawls in a thick accent, Spanish maybe. He’s never taken the time to notice much.
Tommy sighs when the cuffs attached to the wall above are locked around his wrist and his ankles are cuffed to the floor. He tugs his wrists once, smirks at how tight they are, and then gives her the go ahead. She smiles, too sweet, before planting herself in his lap, hands taking his face and tilting his head to the side.
“Ready or not,” she whispers. Then, in one swift motion, her teeth are sinking into the dip between neck and collar-bone.
The sensations are wonderful. They’re sexy and powerful, making him moan and arch underneath her. Strong hands hold him down along with the cuffs and chains, and he huffs in frustration. This isn’t supposed to be about power. It’s supposed to be about feeling good.
Tommy lets her continue though, never stops her until he feels like passing out. Even then she draws one last good hit before sitting back and wiping her mouth, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Right as he’s about to say something a door slams against a wall. His muscles feel like jello as he turns his attention to the front of the room where the vampires and humans are all splitting like the red sea.
“He’s here.”
Tommy’s eyes widen at the sight. Tall, dark-haired, pale. Powerful. It must be the one they all talk about, the leader of the pack. He’s moving gracefully through the room, an evil smile on his face, and Tommy sees the same sharp set of teeth all the others have. Icy eyes land on Tommy and Tommy suddenly feels awkward staring like this. He shifts his gaze to the floor; some of the feeling coming back to his muscles as if the sight of something like that sobered him up.
A hand through the air and then, “Carry on,” before disappearing through the crowded bar. Tommy barely notices as his usual settles back into his lap and latches back on.
*
It’s an hour later, when Tommy is all strung out and boneless and high, that he comes back. The crowd once again parts for him but this time he doesn’t leave for the door. Instead he’s heading Tommy’s way. If Tommy weren’t so high on vampire drugs he’d probably be jumping up and bowing down to the guy’s feet or something.
Tommy smiles all dopey and high until his cuffs are being unlocked and he’s dragged to his feet very ungracefully. He stumbles along, mumbled protests falling on deaf ears. A glare is sent his way and he shuts up until he’s finally let go. The door he’s standing in front of is glittery and sparkly, making him blink rapidly at how bright it is.
“Come in,” he says in a sweet voice.
Tommy stands there swaying but he can feel the high already starting to wear off. A hand takes him by the wrist and pulls him inside the room. It’s cold in there and smells weirdly like scented candles. He scrunches his nose up while he looks around. No bed, just cuffs hanging all along one wall, what looks like a mini-bar in one corner, things he can’t really explain.
“Who are you?” Tommy slurs out. He stumbles when the hand around his wrist lets go.
“I’m Adam,” he gets as a reply.
Tommy nods. A moment later a pair of cold lips are pressing against the bite on his skin. He jumps, startled, but Adam soothes the bite with his tongue, eyeing him with an intensity Tommy hasn’t seen since he found this place. “Do you want it?” Adam asks quietly.
Adam’s hands start to travel and Tommy closes his eyes. He’s sobering up again, wanting more, so he nods and keeps his eyes closed. Cold fingers press underneath his shirt before lifting it up and off. Those hands return and Tommy shivers, moaning softly. He can feel himself growing hard in his jeans and he wants them off, wants this to go faster.
Pick up the pace, he thinks idly.
As if reading his thoughts Adam murmurs “If you want,” and he’s dipping down low, lips sliding along hot skin until he’s on his knees. Tommy sighs when the button on his jeans pops open and the zipper is slid town too slowly.
“Shouldn’t I be doing this to you?” Tommy’s eyes fly open after realizing what he’s said. This guy is obviously the leader of the pack, the one the others follow around like lost little puppies, so why is Tommy questioning anything he does; he’d be stupid to provoke Adam, even if he doesn’t know Adam. One wrong move and you’re gone. “S-sorry,” Tommy stutters.
Adam doesn’t say anything back. He yanks on Tommy’s jeans and they pool to the floor. Tommy steps out of them, kicking them aside so they’re out of the way. Adam’s hands grip his hips tightly as he presses a kiss to Tommy’s stomach.
“This might hurt a bit.”
“Wha-“ Tommy gasps as sharp teeth drag along his hip before sinking in. They stay there long enough for Tommy to feel lightheaded and woozy, and then Adam is pulling back and grabbing Tommy’s briefs with his teeth and ripping. He’s mildly shocked but he’s positively aching now and he doesn’t care about underwear at the moment. “Oh, fuck me,” he mutters, hands falling to Adam’s shoulders and holding on.
Blue eyes flash up to meet Tommy’s hooded gaze briefly. Adam smirks, mouths over the mark, then licks a hot stripe up the underside of Tommy’s cock. Tommy gasps at the sensation, bowing over and gripping onto Adam’s shoulders like his life depends on it. Strong hands slide around his thighs and then they’re moving across the room, Adam on his knees, Tommy stumbling along, until he’s against a wall and Adam has better leverage.
Adam grips Tommy by the backs of the thighs and juts his hips forward. Tommy’s cock slides in nice and smooth and Adam hums in satisfaction. Tommy groans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as Adam continues to hum, the vibrations only increasing the pleasure. He can feel the tiny points of Adam’s teeth gliding along, too, and it feels good.
Adam works him until he’s banging his head against the wall, gritting his teeth tightly because he can’t come, Adam won’t let him yet, and it’s killing him. Much to Tommy’s dismay Adam pulls off right when he’s on the edge, ready and absolutely dying from being held back. “Come on,” Tommy pushes out and winds a hand through Adam’s perfectly styled hair.
Adam says nothing once again; merely shoots Tommy a look before leaving a trail of wet kisses along Tommy’s body until he’s standing. “Hold still,” Adam whispers. Tommy wants to ask why but before he can Adam is sucking a hickey into his neck for everyone to see. He slides a hand down leaving a burning path and wraps his fingers around Tommy’s cock.
He squeezes and then Tommy can feel his mouth opening wide, points of his teeth pricking Tommy’s skin. “You won’t remember this in the morning.” Adam is looking at Tommy as he says it. Tommy can see the intensity there and he almost says something but he’s cut off by a tug to his dick. His eyes flutter closed.
Then, before he can comprehend that all of this is really happening, Adam’s teeth are sinking deep into his neck. He comes almost immediately. Adam doesn’t stop though. He keeps going and Tommy is starting to get a little woozy, still on a high from orgasm, breath coming in short gasps. Consciousness is evading him and he can’t seem to keep his eyes open now.
“You won’t remember.”
The words ring in his head as he slumps against the wall, his entire body going numb.
*
The sun is rising and the brightness of it coming through the window makes his head pound. Groaning, he shoves a pillow over his head and focuses on something that isn’t the headache he has. He starts to think about last night, going to the club, getting strung out, and then…nothing. He doesn’t remember anything but there’s a feeling nagging at the back of his mind that he should remember. Something happened after his usual but he just can’t.
Sighing he decides to get up. The sunlight still hurts but he squints against it and heads for the bathroom. When he sees himself in the mirror his eyes go wide. He’s paler than usual, eyeliner standing out in stark relief against the paleness. There’s a pretty big bruise forming above his collarbone and when he touches it, it stings. He can see the holes barely there and still fading. His eyes are drawn to his neck where there is nothing marring the skin. Yet he feels a tug at his mind telling him he should remember something.
Tommy lets it go after staring for a few good minutes. He washes up, throws on some clean clothes, and starts his day. He doesn’t think about last night anymore.
But when he’s walking the streets late that afternoon and sees the door to the club opening, a tall, dark-haired figure stepping out he starts to think again. He doesn’t recognize the guy much at all. Tommy stares like he’s another club-goer and lets the thoughts nag at his mind until he’s ready to scream. The guy smiles, showing off his set of teeth, says hello as he passes.
Tommy keeps walking, thoughts never leaving his mind.