Characters: Thomas and Sam
Time: January 23rd - sometime
Location: The Redhead Piano Bar
Content: Looking for love in all the wrong places. Or something.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Hungry vampire, amnesiac demonic vessel. What could go wrong, I ask you.
(
...but the pearls ain't free )
He found himself standing outside the Redhead Piano Bar, hands shoved in his pockets for a few moments before he pushed the door inward and stepped inside. Something was tickling at the back of his head and he looked around, finally noting someone sitting in one of the booths, reading. He thought about it for a moment, then headed that direction. Just in case one of the actual people in town. "Hey."
Reply
A laugh bubbled up as Sam pressed him against a wall, the sound equal parts drunken elation and deepest despair. This was everything Thomas needed and everything he feared, to feed and heal, to lose control so soon after regaining the desire for it. He deepened the kiss, feeling his demon's pleasure, its presence like opium smoke, curling through every part of his mind even as it danced through the the other man.
Yes, yes, yes. Touch. Taste. Feel. Feed. Ours. Ours. Ours.
Thomas deepened the kiss, savoring and tasting, as he arched up against the wall, pressing himself against the length of Sam's body. His weight rested on the balls of his feet and Thomas twisted his hips to reverse their positions, to pin Sam against the wall as the Hunger slid beneath his skin.
Reply
And though there was a steady stream of energy and life coming from Sam, there was only so deep that Thomas' demon could go. The 'glass' was there and it was strong. It wouldn't be broken by this.
Reply
The hand that had been running up Sam's back now ran back down, tracing the curve of the man's spine, Thomas' touch now fleeting and light where they had been demanding earlier. The Hunger delved, sinking deeper, wanting more, but as before there was the barrier again, protecting the other man's mind.
The buck dares! Insolent kine, break it break it break it we will have his mind, etch our desires on his very flesh leave him craving for the rest of his daysThomas felt the demon's rage; there would have been something familiar and almost comforting about it if he had been thinking straight. Instead, he was trailing kisses down Sam's throat, teeth scraping lightly over the fluttering pulse point, his hand tugging at the other man's jeans ( ... )
Reply
Instead, he groaned into Thomas' mouth again, his hands moving to the other man's waist, pulling at his shirt. He wanted skin and he wanted it now, large hands sliding up Thomas' back, warm and amazingly steady. His own hips shifted, pushing up into Thomas' hand, licking his lips as his breathing got harder once more.
Reply
But then again, maybe he still would have.
Sam's touch was like fire against Thomas' cool skin, and he arched back into the touch involuntarily. One hand continued rucking up the front of Sam's hirt, nails scraping against skin, while the other continued running lightly along the front of Sam's pants, alternating long, stroking touches with too-light tugs at the fastened zipper.
Reply
He managed to get himself coordinated enough to start pulling Thomas' shirt all the way up to be discarded. Which meant losing touch in certain places, but meant gaining more. If Sam could manage to get his own off as well.
Reply
Not that any of that mattered for the moment, not when every fiber of him, body, soul, and demon, demanded more. Thomas kissed Sam again, pressing back up against the other man as he peeled off the offending layers with practiced efficiency. His hips still moved against Sam's in a delicious, teasing rhythm.
Reply
Reply
His demon was sinking deep, spinning lust and desire out of heat and touch, feeding and drinking but still restless, endlessly seeking some crack, some flaw, in that glass barrier that protected Sam from the full force of its touch. Thomas wasn't interested in reining it in, not when the perpetual feeling of emptiness was starting to ebb. He pressed against Sam again, momentarily pinning the hand that had been at his side against the wall, and slipped his own hand under Sam's waistband, his touch cool against heated flesh.
Reply
The glass was unmoveable, allowing the demon so deep and no further. It could draw Sam's life and energy away from him, feed the lust and desire already spiraling through Sam's mind and body, but couldn't sink in all the way. Which, probably, was a good thing. Probably a really good thing.
Sam, on the other hand, was pretty much oblivious to it, arching into Thomas' touch with a soft cry, pinned hand twisting and trying to get loose.
Reply
Sam's soft cry was like wine on his tongue, intoxicating and encouraging, and Thomas smiled, the expression touched with predatory hunger, as he kept Sam's hand pinned. He nipped at the other man's throat again, teeth scraping against the pounding pulse point, as he slid his hand further into Sam's pants, alternating sure strokes with featherlight teasing touches.
Reply
He ended up with a compromise, of sorts. His hand moved back up into Thomas' hair, tugging hard enough to sting, though he didn't really try to move Thomas away from his throat. That, he found, he actually rather liked. His legs moved, though, so that he could press his thigh up between Thomas' legs with insistent pressure.
Reply
Reply
"You...play dirty," Sam accused, managing to peel his hand away from the wall and wrap it around Thomas, scraping his nails down Thomas' back. "You...fuck, yeah, that's really good."
Reply
His rhythm disrupted, Thomas took the opportunity to stop stroking, both hands now tugging and sliding Sam's pants past his hips. He chuckled again, trailing a line of kisses up Sam's throat and along his jawline, tracing the curve until he could flick his tongue out to trace the outer shell of Sam's ear.
"You have no idea."
Reply
Leave a comment