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.
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...but the pearls ain't free )
So the buck thinks he can outrun the hunter? That he can bargain? We will let him run. We will catch him. And teach him he is no more that flesh and blood. He will run, then he will scream. And he will beg for us with every breath.What little part of Thomas still cared, what little part of him that hadn't been caught by his own demonic desires, had to admire Sam's willpower, even as he despaired that he had fallen too far again. Thomas slid out of his seat in the booth, the beer forgotten, and took a single step into Sam's personal space. He didn't touch the other man, but he was close enough to feel the heat radiating from skin, to feel the tension thrumming between bodily desire and mental ( ... )
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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He managed to draw in a deep breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head to press his lips to Thomas' jaw. "So show me."
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Sam had barely finished speaking when Thomas' grip on Sam's wrists tightened, pinning them both to the wall with a strength that was definitely supernatural. At the same time, he slid to his knees with serpentine grace, somehow managing the motion while touching as much bare skin as possible. There was a half second of anticipation, Thomas' grip on Sam's wrists tightening to ensure the man was fully pinned against the wall before he took Sam in his mouth with one fluid motion.
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Not that he would have gotten very far with his hands pinned they way they were.
Instead, Sam groaned, head falling back against the wall as he tried his damnedest to keep his hips against the wall as well. It wasn't easy, since Thomas' mouth was really, really nice and he wanted to move.
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Thomas took his time, working slowly with lips and tongue, all the way up Sam's length and back down. He could feel the almost desperate tension in the other man, at once trying to stay completely still and needing to move, to buck his hips in response. When he had demonstrated exactly what he could continue doing, Thomas pulled away, rising back to his feet with that same supernatural fluidity and pulling Sam's wrists over his head.
Thomas trapped them both in one hand, the grip now only strong for a human, and returned to kissing the side of Sam's neck as if nothing else had happened, his free hand running down Sam's side again before resuming its steady, stroking rhythm.
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