The bars are temples...

[godofcologne]

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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[godofcologne]

Despite the fact that sensuality and the promise of smoldering heat clung to Thomas like a palpable second skin, the eyes that watched as Sam stood up were very cold eyes, predatory and calculating, inhuman. Those eyes raked Sam from head to toe as Thomas chuckled, the sound of his voice heavy with amusement and that same intoxicating pull.

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

[huntingmemory]

Sam whined, head tilted back to expose more of his neck to Thomas, even as he struggled to get his hands loose. "That...is not fair," he managed, arching into the other man's hand.

"Am...I at least...gonna get a chance..." God, he was struggling to hold himself back. Thomas knew what the hell he was doing. "To return the favor?"

[godofcologne]

"Depends on how much you want it."

Despite his seeming control of the situation, Thomas sounded breathless, and his hips moved unconsciously in the same rhythm as his hand. Maybe it was the fact that he had been so empty, or the fact that the Hunger couldn't get as deep as it wanted to, or some combination thereof, but every kiss, every touch, was like wine on an empty stomach.

Feeling Sam struggle beneath him, Thomas pressed more of himself against Sam, moving to press a kiss to the other man's lips, wanting to taste and to feel as much as possible. His grip on Sam's wrists loosened unconsciously.

[huntingmemory]

As soon as the grip loosened, Sam tugged his hands away from Thomas. Which made it good that the other man was pressed up against him, actually, because it let Sam wrap his arms around Thomas, one hand going to the other man's ass to pull him closer. The other hand curled, dragging his fingernails over Thomas' skin. He remembered the reaction it had gotten earlier. He wanted more of that.

He also wanted Thomas naked, but...details. They'd get there eventually, right?

[godofcologne]

The problem with expecting anything around a White Court vampire was that desire was their life's blood and coin. Which meant that they knew, deep down in the very core of their being, that giving their prey everything they wanted was counterproductive, that the best way to keep prey returning for more was to leave them unsatisfied in some small unconscious way. But if Sam wanted him naked, well, there was always the rest of the night.

Thomas gasped in surprise as Sam's fingers raked lines of fire down his back, the sound fading into a low purr of pleasure as the other man pulled him close. It was harder to tell now, what was his own and what was the Hunger's desire to feed; all that mattered was it was heady and intoxicating and so much better than starving. Ours, ours, ours, make him ours, make him shudder and cry for us with every breath.He sucked at Sam's bottom lip, deepening the kiss as his now-freed hand slid to the back of Sam's head, fingers tangling in his hair. Thomas' other hand kept rhythm inside Sam's boxers, thumb

[huntingmemory]

Honestly, as long as Sam wasn't the only one who came tonight, he'd be much happier. It was just a thing, that you don't leave your partner hanging. He shuddered, biting into the kiss as Thomas' strokes became faster.

He didn't scream. It wasn't in Sam to scream for something so good. He did shout though, body shaking as he came apart under Thomas' mouth and hands, slumping back against the wall.

[godofcologne]

He had tried to describe what feeding felt like, once, twice before, but never quite managed to articulate it. It was hard to put into words, the sheer intimacy of the thing, the feel of a body shaking and shuddering beneath his touch, the way that there was a single moment where there wasn't gaping emptiness, wasn't gnawing hunger. There was power there, plain and simple.

Thomas felt Sam shudder beneath his hands, swallowed the other man's shout with a slow, languid kiss. His demon's voice grew less insistent in his mind, curling back into the depths of his soul satiated, and the rational voice, the human part of him, whispered that this was a mistake despite the fact that desire still sang unfulfilled in his flesh.

Thomas let go of Sam, hand trailing back up the other man's front, the touches light and warm. He stopped kissing Sam long enough to lick a single drop of moisture from his fingers.

He'd regret it in the morning. But not before.

[huntingmemory]

Sam wouldn't regret it until Dean figured things out.

He panted against the wall, eyes still closed for a few moments more before opened them, blinking at Thomas. Just in time to watch him lick his fingers. Which, surprisingly, got a twitch of his body and another groan. It took another few seconds for him to rouse enough to straighten. Sam didn't even bother trying to get his pants up.

"So," he said, voice rough with the after effects of sex and lust. "Bed now?"

[godofcologne]

Sam's groan earned him a wicked grin, and Thomas' eyes, now fast fading to storm grey, flicked over the other man. "Only if your legs still work," he answered, the words half promise and half challenge.

[huntingmemory]

He eyed the bed, then Thomas, then the bed again. Seriously did not want to do anything else against the wall because the crick in his neck was something awful. But the bed seemed a lot further away than he'd thought.

But if he had to get there under his own power, then he'd manage. Sam grabbed his jeans, tugging them up enough to be able to walk, then pushing himself from the wall. It wasn't exactly a graceful stumble, but it got him to the bed.

Where he promptly collapsed on his face, bed bouncing and legs not even on it because he kind of tripped those last few feet, but he made it! And didn't break his nose. That's good, right? Right.

[godofcologne]

Even Thomas had to admit it was impressive Sam managed making it those few feet. He followed close behind, pausing at the ice bucket next to the bed to fish an ice cube from the mostly-melted remnants. The bed dipped beneath Thomas' weight as he nipped at Sam's shoulder, his hand trailing the ice cube down the curve of Sam's spine.

"You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you?"

[huntingmemory]

Oh shit. Sam arched up into the ice cube, shuddering and groaning as goose pimples appeared over his arms and the back of his neck. His breathing got heavier again and he turned his head to look up at Thomas. "It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"

He was surprisingly okay with that. Though there was something he thought maybe he should do. Ah well. It would come to him later.