We interrupt our regularly scheduled Porn Hell for this Extra-Special Vampire Porn Hell.
[7/14/09: This was originally f-locked for questionable content, but after Sean did a whole segment on an alleged werewolf in Wisconsin the other night, I decided it was practically canon.]
[I don't know what the fuck, except that the Stratosphere had a vampire-themed strip show and for some reason it made me think about how Sean would make a hot vampire, and then this idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Edward Cullen, eat your heart out.]
Bleeding-Heart Liberal
by
Dara Sue Vega
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and no statement or implication of actual facts about any actual persons, alive or undead, is intended or should be inferred.
Warning: Um... blood play?
***
"Sean, are you okay?" Alan's eyes widened when he got a good look at his partner, who had just stumbled through Alan's office door.
"No. I'm not." Sean slumped on the couch. His face was pale, even more so than usual, and there were -
"My God, are those bites on your neck?"
"Yeah." Sean closed his eyes. "I think so. I don't know. Somebody grabbed me in the garage, and it felt like they were trying to tear my throat out, and I must have passed out."
"Did you call Security?"
"Yeah. Either I just tripped over my own feet or there was some kind of malfunction because there was nobody else on the tape."
"Is this some kind of big practical joke? You know, Halloween's six months away."
Sean just looked at him. "Have you ever known me to play practical jokes?"
Alan shook his head. "No, but what's the alternative? You were attacked by a vampire?"
"I don't know." Sean sighed. "Maybe I'm going crazy."
"Are you going to be up to doing the show tonight?"
"Yeah." Sean rubbed at his eyes. "I'm really thirsty."
"Help yourself." Alan gestured toward the personal-sized water cooler on top of his file cabinet.
Sean picked up one of the "Hannity & Colmes" coffee mugs next to the cooler, filled it almost to the brim, and gulped it down. Then he did this a second time, and a third.
"Wow, you really were thirsty."
Sean set the mug down and turned back to Alan. "I still am." The look in his eyes said that if he hadn't already been white as a sheet, he would be now. He swallowed hard and said, "I don't think it's water I'm thirsty for."
"Okay..." Alan wasn't sure humoring Sean was the best idea, but didn't see a lot of other options that didn't involve a padded room at Bellevue for one or both of them.
"I've gotta get out of here," Sean gasped, and went for the door.
"Hey." Alan stood up, grabbed Sean's arm. "Sean, I don't know what's going on, but I'm starting to think you are really not well, and I'm not letting you just go running off."
"Please, let me go, I -" Sean leaned closer to Alan, inhaling deeply. "Oh God, I -" He pulled away, and he was breathing hard, almost panting. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Sean -" Alan stopped, all rationality going out the window as he noticed Sean's teeth.
Sean ran the tip of his tongue over the pointed tip of one fang. "Oh Jesus, I'm a vampire. I'm a fucking vampire. This can't be happening." He tried again, unsuccessfully, to pull away from Alan's grasp.
"Okay, you're a vampire." Alan took a deep breath. "We can work with it."
"How, by putting a stake through my heart?" Sean tried to laugh, but it wasn't very convincing. "Oh God, I'm a soulless killer. I'm going to Hell. I don't want to die."
"Sean, I'm not going to stake you. Or let anybody else stake you. And you haven't killed anybody, have you?"
Sean shook his head. "Not yet. But..." He closed his eyes. "I can smell your... your blood. And I want it. I can't remember ever wanting anything this bad in my life. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get it."
"Are you?"
"How should I know?" Sean's voice was high and shaky.
"If I let you out of here, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he said, looking away.
"I think you do. And I think it's something you really don't want to."
Sean met Alan's eyes again. "Maybe you should put a stake through my heart."
"Sean, if you bite somebody, can you stop before you kill them?" He started undoing his tie with his free hand.
"I don't know." Sean watched, wide-eyed, as Alan pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt collar.
"Try me."
Sean just blinked. "What?"
"Try me." Alan stepped closer to Sean, pulled Sean's head to his throat.
Sean whimpered, pressing his lips to Alan's skin, flicking his tongue out to taste it. "Oh, Jesus Christ, I want this so fucking much..."
"Then take it." Alan stroked Sean's hair and moved his other hand from Sean's arm to the small of his back, holding him close. "You're sick, you need help, and I can give it to you. Let me."
"What if I can't stop?" Sean raked the tips of his fangs over Alan's neck.
"Then I guess we'll both be vampires." Sean's skin was cool to Alan's touch. "Do it."
Sean moaned, the points of his fangs teasing at Alan's flesh.
"It's okay," Alan whispered. He bit back his own cry as Sean's teeth sank into his skin. When he felt Sean tense, he repeated, "It's okay."
Sean clutched at him, pressing against him, groaning with need as he drank. Alan's head was spinning and he took a step back, taking both of them stumbling onto the couch. They landed with Alan sprawled on his back, Sean lying on top of him, his mouth still locked around Alan's throat. Alan closed his eyes. Sean was making soft, moaning gasps, and Alan thought disjointedly that this must be what Sean sounded like in bed. He realized he was starting to pass out and snapped his eyes open, then let them fall shut again. The burning ache where Sean's teeth pierced him was fading into a velvety, peaceful darkness.
Alan's eyes fluttered open again when Sean withdrew his fangs. Sean kept licking and sucking at the wounds, the caress of his lips and tongue gentle, almost tender. Alan felt himself getting hard against Sean's hip and tried to move away, but Sean moved with him, pressing his thigh between Alan's legs. Sean's lips lingered on Alan's neck in what was very nearly a kiss, then broke away as Sean picked up his head to look Alan in the eye.
"That was amazing," Sean said, licking his lips.
Alan smiled sheepishly. "I guess you noticed it was good for me, too."
"Yeah." Sean moved his hips almost imperceptibly.
"Did this happen when you got bitten?"
"No." Sean's eyes were dark and unreadable.
"I guess it's just me, then."
"I guess so." Sean closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Alan's.
Alan parted his own lips, slipped his tongue into Sean's mouth to taste the coppery tang of his blood in Sean's kiss. Sean's fangs poked at Alan's lower lip but didn't break the skin.
"You want to be with me, even like this?" Sean whispered, his lips brushing against Alan's mouth.
Alan smiled. "If I can love a right-winger, I think I can love a vampire."
"You're a great American, Alan." Sean moved his leg, rubbing against Alan's erection through their pants. "Can I do something for you?"
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"Just watch the fangs."
Sean kissed Alan's lips softly. "Maybe I can drink other things besides blood," he smiled, then slid down to unbuckle Alan's belt.
Alan watched, his breathing quickening as Sean undid his pants and slipped his cock free of his boxers. Sean closed his eyes, his lashes long and dark against his pale cheeks, and licked with long, languid strokes. "Mmmmm," Alan sighed, his fingers playing through Sean's hair. Sean took the head in his mouth, gripping the shaft with his hand, careful not to scrape Alan's sensitive skin with his teeth. His tongue moved in teasing circles as he sucked, and the slide of his hand should have clashed with the rhythm of his mouth but Alan was too aroused to care. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the first shivers of his climax swept over him, and he cried out Sean's name when he finally went over the edge, filling Sean's mouth with his essence.
Sean devoured every drop, his lips and tongue eager. When he'd taken everything Alan had to give, he tucked Alan's cock back into his pants and crawled up to rest his head on Alan's shoulder.
Alan wrapped his arms around him. "How was it?"
"It's not the same... but it kind of is."
"It's life," said Alan.
Sean was quiet for a moment. "Thanks for this." He looked up at Alan. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."
Alan hugged Sean to him more tightly. "Sean, you had the chance to finish me off, and I think I would have let you. But you didn't. You're not a killer."
"How am I going to live like this?"
"The same way any other addict does. One day at a time."
Sean smiled. His teeth had returned to normal. "You liberals, always so forgiving of personal failings."
"It's not a failing, it's a challenge."
"I hope I'm good enough to overcome it."
"You will be. I'll help you." He kissed Sean's forehead. "In every way that I can."
Sean laid his head back down on Alan's shoulder. "I love you."
"See? You're not a soulless killer after all." Alan rubbed Sean's back. "And I think you know, I love you, too."
"I know." Sean closed his eyes. "You're the best friend a conservative vampire could ask for."
Alan smiled. "You're the best conservative vampire a bleeding-heart liberal could ask for."
"Mmmm... I could just eat you up."
Alan laughed. "Figuratively speaking?"
Sean looked up at him and grinned. "For now."
-end-
[I don't know what the fuck, except that the Stratosphere had a vampire-themed strip show and for some reason it made me think about how Sean would make a hot vampire, and then this idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Edward Cullen, eat your heart out.]
Bleeding-Heart Liberal
by
Dara Sue Vega
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and no statement or implication of actual facts about any actual persons, alive or undead, is intended or should be inferred.
Warning: Um... blood play?
***
"Sean, are you okay?" Alan's eyes widened when he got a good look at his partner, who had just stumbled through Alan's office door.
"No. I'm not." Sean slumped on the couch. His face was pale, even more so than usual, and there were -
"My God, are those bites on your neck?"
"Yeah." Sean closed his eyes. "I think so. I don't know. Somebody grabbed me in the garage, and it felt like they were trying to tear my throat out, and I must have passed out."
"Did you call Security?"
"Yeah. Either I just tripped over my own feet or there was some kind of malfunction because there was nobody else on the tape."
"Is this some kind of big practical joke? You know, Halloween's six months away."
Sean just looked at him. "Have you ever known me to play practical jokes?"
Alan shook his head. "No, but what's the alternative? You were attacked by a vampire?"
"I don't know." Sean sighed. "Maybe I'm going crazy."
"Are you going to be up to doing the show tonight?"
"Yeah." Sean rubbed at his eyes. "I'm really thirsty."
"Help yourself." Alan gestured toward the personal-sized water cooler on top of his file cabinet.
Sean picked up one of the "Hannity & Colmes" coffee mugs next to the cooler, filled it almost to the brim, and gulped it down. Then he did this a second time, and a third.
"Wow, you really were thirsty."
Sean set the mug down and turned back to Alan. "I still am." The look in his eyes said that if he hadn't already been white as a sheet, he would be now. He swallowed hard and said, "I don't think it's water I'm thirsty for."
"Okay..." Alan wasn't sure humoring Sean was the best idea, but didn't see a lot of other options that didn't involve a padded room at Bellevue for one or both of them.
"I've gotta get out of here," Sean gasped, and went for the door.
"Hey." Alan stood up, grabbed Sean's arm. "Sean, I don't know what's going on, but I'm starting to think you are really not well, and I'm not letting you just go running off."
"Please, let me go, I -" Sean leaned closer to Alan, inhaling deeply. "Oh God, I -" He pulled away, and he was breathing hard, almost panting. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Sean -" Alan stopped, all rationality going out the window as he noticed Sean's teeth.
Sean ran the tip of his tongue over the pointed tip of one fang. "Oh Jesus, I'm a vampire. I'm a fucking vampire. This can't be happening." He tried again, unsuccessfully, to pull away from Alan's grasp.
"Okay, you're a vampire." Alan took a deep breath. "We can work with it."
"How, by putting a stake through my heart?" Sean tried to laugh, but it wasn't very convincing. "Oh God, I'm a soulless killer. I'm going to Hell. I don't want to die."
"Sean, I'm not going to stake you. Or let anybody else stake you. And you haven't killed anybody, have you?"
Sean shook his head. "Not yet. But..." He closed his eyes. "I can smell your... your blood. And I want it. I can't remember ever wanting anything this bad in my life. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get it."
"Are you?"
"How should I know?" Sean's voice was high and shaky.
"If I let you out of here, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he said, looking away.
"I think you do. And I think it's something you really don't want to."
Sean met Alan's eyes again. "Maybe you should put a stake through my heart."
"Sean, if you bite somebody, can you stop before you kill them?" He started undoing his tie with his free hand.
"I don't know." Sean watched, wide-eyed, as Alan pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt collar.
"Try me."
Sean just blinked. "What?"
"Try me." Alan stepped closer to Sean, pulled Sean's head to his throat.
Sean whimpered, pressing his lips to Alan's skin, flicking his tongue out to taste it. "Oh, Jesus Christ, I want this so fucking much..."
"Then take it." Alan stroked Sean's hair and moved his other hand from Sean's arm to the small of his back, holding him close. "You're sick, you need help, and I can give it to you. Let me."
"What if I can't stop?" Sean raked the tips of his fangs over Alan's neck.
"Then I guess we'll both be vampires." Sean's skin was cool to Alan's touch. "Do it."
Sean moaned, the points of his fangs teasing at Alan's flesh.
"It's okay," Alan whispered. He bit back his own cry as Sean's teeth sank into his skin. When he felt Sean tense, he repeated, "It's okay."
Sean clutched at him, pressing against him, groaning with need as he drank. Alan's head was spinning and he took a step back, taking both of them stumbling onto the couch. They landed with Alan sprawled on his back, Sean lying on top of him, his mouth still locked around Alan's throat. Alan closed his eyes. Sean was making soft, moaning gasps, and Alan thought disjointedly that this must be what Sean sounded like in bed. He realized he was starting to pass out and snapped his eyes open, then let them fall shut again. The burning ache where Sean's teeth pierced him was fading into a velvety, peaceful darkness.
Alan's eyes fluttered open again when Sean withdrew his fangs. Sean kept licking and sucking at the wounds, the caress of his lips and tongue gentle, almost tender. Alan felt himself getting hard against Sean's hip and tried to move away, but Sean moved with him, pressing his thigh between Alan's legs. Sean's lips lingered on Alan's neck in what was very nearly a kiss, then broke away as Sean picked up his head to look Alan in the eye.
"That was amazing," Sean said, licking his lips.
Alan smiled sheepishly. "I guess you noticed it was good for me, too."
"Yeah." Sean moved his hips almost imperceptibly.
"Did this happen when you got bitten?"
"No." Sean's eyes were dark and unreadable.
"I guess it's just me, then."
"I guess so." Sean closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Alan's.
Alan parted his own lips, slipped his tongue into Sean's mouth to taste the coppery tang of his blood in Sean's kiss. Sean's fangs poked at Alan's lower lip but didn't break the skin.
"You want to be with me, even like this?" Sean whispered, his lips brushing against Alan's mouth.
Alan smiled. "If I can love a right-winger, I think I can love a vampire."
"You're a great American, Alan." Sean moved his leg, rubbing against Alan's erection through their pants. "Can I do something for you?"
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"Just watch the fangs."
Sean kissed Alan's lips softly. "Maybe I can drink other things besides blood," he smiled, then slid down to unbuckle Alan's belt.
Alan watched, his breathing quickening as Sean undid his pants and slipped his cock free of his boxers. Sean closed his eyes, his lashes long and dark against his pale cheeks, and licked with long, languid strokes. "Mmmmm," Alan sighed, his fingers playing through Sean's hair. Sean took the head in his mouth, gripping the shaft with his hand, careful not to scrape Alan's sensitive skin with his teeth. His tongue moved in teasing circles as he sucked, and the slide of his hand should have clashed with the rhythm of his mouth but Alan was too aroused to care. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the first shivers of his climax swept over him, and he cried out Sean's name when he finally went over the edge, filling Sean's mouth with his essence.
Sean devoured every drop, his lips and tongue eager. When he'd taken everything Alan had to give, he tucked Alan's cock back into his pants and crawled up to rest his head on Alan's shoulder.
Alan wrapped his arms around him. "How was it?"
"It's not the same... but it kind of is."
"It's life," said Alan.
Sean was quiet for a moment. "Thanks for this." He looked up at Alan. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here."
Alan hugged Sean to him more tightly. "Sean, you had the chance to finish me off, and I think I would have let you. But you didn't. You're not a killer."
"How am I going to live like this?"
"The same way any other addict does. One day at a time."
Sean smiled. His teeth had returned to normal. "You liberals, always so forgiving of personal failings."
"It's not a failing, it's a challenge."
"I hope I'm good enough to overcome it."
"You will be. I'll help you." He kissed Sean's forehead. "In every way that I can."
Sean laid his head back down on Alan's shoulder. "I love you."
"See? You're not a soulless killer after all." Alan rubbed Sean's back. "And I think you know, I love you, too."
"I know." Sean closed his eyes. "You're the best friend a conservative vampire could ask for."
Alan smiled. "You're the best conservative vampire a bleeding-heart liberal could ask for."
"Mmmm... I could just eat you up."
Alan laughed. "Figuratively speaking?"
Sean looked up at him and grinned. "For now."
-end-