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Of all the possible situations for D to find himself in, this was not the one he’d imagined first.
He’d spent centuries walking the earth, hunting those of his own kind.
He’d fought every manner of monster to walk the bloody continent twice over and withstood the weight of his own bloodlust time and time again while he did it and yet here he stood, before this stupid, self-sacrificing, beautiful human man.
This man stood before him with fearless eyes and offered a vein as if it were nothing and D, for once, allowed himself to bend to his own urges.
Truly, this human in particular had been testing his self control for weeks with his rugged good looks and fleeting touches and D may not have much to his name these days, but he had his self control.
Unfortunately, it’d been so long without any blood replacement pellets, sealed away in that coffin, alone, asleep…
“You can’t know what you offer.”
Oh, but Trevor Belmont knew exactly what he offered and D knew this despite his protests, the knowledge sending shivers up his spine, a tingle of pleasure.
The bloodlust roared in the back of his mind and he could feel his fangs lengthen, rolling his tongue over them and cutting until he tasted copper.
“You tread dangerous ground.” D would have the man’s blood on his tongue and the rest of his body open and willing over the table if things progressed.
Something truly dark in the depths of his mind cooed to him, chuckling, whispering all the filthy things he could do to that beautiful body.
Trevor’s heartbeat was so loud in his ears and the saliva pooled on his tongue and D dipped his head, shading his face with the wide brim of his hat. “You can’t know what you’re offering.”
Oh but Trevor knew. Oh gods, did he know.
Trevor never thought he’d find himself in this position, offering his blood and… so much more, to another man, let alone a creature of the night that he was practically bred to kill.
D was his worst enemy, a vampire at his core, but the last few weeks had shown Trevor a depth to this vampire that he saw very rarely.
Oddly enough it had resonated with the vampire hunter and he found himself doing things he wouldn’t normally do, the lingering touches, the hungry stares.
He didn’t shy away from sexuality by any means, but with another man was rare, and unheard of with a vampire, even a vampire that hunts other vampires.
“Now c’mon D, I had hoped you thought higher of my intelligence. I’m aware of what I’m offering... and I know that you know that I know…. You don’t have to be shy about it.”
They were all along with each other, standing opposite of the room. They all decided that Alucard and Sypha would head out separately for a recon mission while Trevor and D stayed behind because the pairings had been switched before and Trevor needed to rest.
Reaching up, Trevor unclasped the brooch that held his cloak and mantle of fur as he stood up.
With a heavy rustle of fabric, the entire piece dropped to the ground and then Trevor tugged at his shirt, pulling the cloth over his head and flexing his gloriously defined muscles. “Now, I won't force myself on you, but you're not fooling anyone. Will you come to me willingly?”
D’s head was still lowered and his body shook with minute tremors. He was silent, his lips twisting as he shook his head once as if to further refute what he was hearing, waves of deep dark brown tresses dancing about his upper arms and elbows with the movement.
He could hear the sound of moving garments and fabric, Trevor’s mantel dropping to the floor about the man’s feet and D inhaled greedily at the rush of scent. He took a peek just as the shirt was discarded and he knew he’d lost the battle.
Years of near-flawless self control tossed aside in mere moments with a curl of Trevor’s sinful mouth.
Reaching up, D removed his hat from his head, placed it harshly on the tabletop with near quivering hands and then moved. He was not sure if he’d been a blur or not and honestly he didn’t really care, any unease about seeming too eager flying out the window in the face of bloodlust and the ache in his gums.
He pressed Trevor against the wall, crowding him in with an animalistic noise, his fangs bared and the row of them pressing into the jut of his throat at the man’s adam’s apple. He kept them clenched, his jaw aching and his hands flexing against the wood at either of Trevor’s shoulders.
“Please,” he uttered, “I don’t-” Vexing as Trevor could be, he didn’t want to hurt the man.
Teeth parting to exhale against the curve of Trevor’s throat, D shifted and pressed his thigh flush between the other man’s legs, nudging, grinding.
The cloak around his own shoulders was suddenly smothering him and he reached up almost absently to unclasp it along with his shoulder guards. They fell with a heavy clatter of metal and weighty material, revealing his lean form.
Despite his somewhat waifish features, D was lean and strong. The tight fabric of his uniform did nothing but highlight this, muscles rippling with movement.
With something that was not quite a purr, D mouthed at the arch of Trevor’s throat, fangs nicking the skin, though they drew no blood as his hands crept down the man’s shoulders and bare chest.
The sudden shift from standing under his own power to suddenly being pressed against the wall makes Trevor gasp, eyes widening in mild alarm before softening as he realizes that the vampire is trying to be gentle with him despite their obvious hunger.
He chuckled and reached up, his hand sliding up D’s neck into the thick mane of brown waves and taking a firm grip there.
He pressed D’s face closer to his neck, stubble rubbing against the vampire’s smooth skin as he bared more of his neck.
“I don’t have all night D… And the sooner you sate your bloodlust the sooner we can work on our other lusts…”
The ache in Trevor’s groin is hard for him to ignore, let alone think about not taking care of , especially as D’s knee pressed against the heavy bulge.
Trevor fought down a wanton groan as the friction in his pants grew. He wanted this, but he didn’t want to seem like some desperate kitten crying for milk.
Still, his other hand crept up, ghosting over the fabric of D’s tight uniform and unbuttoning the top, one button at a time.
One by one, the buttons were undone until that expanse of cool pale skin was bare and pressing against warm sun tanned skin.
The light dusting of hair on Trevor’s chest tickling the smooth skin of D’s. This was so wrong, but hell, they were both in far too deep to stop now.
D grunted audibly, mind slightly hazy at the confirmation, as if he didn’t have plenty already. The hands against his top fiddled with the clasp, eliciting a growl from him and he pulled back a bit to get it out of the way.
Jewelry and beads tinkling musically, D undid the clasps with quick fingers and worked the tight, heavy, clinging fabric over his torso.
There’s another thinner layer beneath that, but it’s gone just as quickly and discarded even faster. The both of them bared to the world, D shivered and pressed his body fully against the hunter.
He would not have the man’s jugular just yet, preferring to work up to it now that he had Trevor right where he wanted him and they both still had their pants on, annoyingly enough.
They would have to go very soon. “Impatient,” he mumbled, his fangs long and tinted a subtle pink at the root from blood and his own gums.
It was quite the frightening sight with his eyes, usually a deep dark blue, tinted purple.
They’d bleed into red if he truly lost control and at that point he might take Trevor’s throat out if he wasn’t careful, but he wasn’t going to let that happen.
He leaned down and placed a kiss at the center of Trevor’s chest before making a quick motion, fangs slicing through flesh and spilling blood down warm skin that he lapped up.
Ecstasy, the taste of it nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head and he repeated it again and again in different areas.
He sucked and lingered, one of his hands trailing its way down Trevor’s side, to his hip, to the edge of his pants.
The human’s trousers came undone with a faint jingle while D took to rolling one of Trevor’s nipples between tongue and teeth. He tugged sharply at the bud and then sucked harshly, all while pulling Trevor's cock free of his trousers and stroking.
He let his sharp nails catch just so at the skin before thumbing the head, precome beading on the tip until he smoothed it away with the pad of his thumb.
The feeling of skin against skin, the contrast of hot blood to cool flesh made Trevor feel like he was in heaven.
Or maybe it was hell since he was making out with an admittedly hot vampire and letting said vampire drink from him.
It was a twisted, macabre, hot scene that Trevor was fully enjoying.
The church had damned his family to Hell already. He might as well enjoy the trip. His hands followed D’s trip down his body, gripping those long thick, brown locks and tugging D’s head closer.
A sharp gasp, hissing exhale and guttural groan and Trevor was practically melting as his adrenaline and endorphins spiked as D bit and sucked at his skin, tasting his blood.
The cocktail of hormones and lust took Trevor higher, intoxicating him as if he’d been drinking the entire day away.
“Fuck….” He couldn’t believe these were the feelings the other man could draw from him with hungry bites and lustful touches. Trevor’s skin was practically on fire from everywhere D touched him.
He was painfully aware of the hand D trailed over his side, down his hip, and holy fuck, into his pants. It took a level of control Trevor didn’t know he would need to resist spraying his load early and cumming all over D’s hand and chest.
As it was, he knew he was dripping clear pre-cum, the salty liquid spreading over his throbbing shaft as the vampire before him stroked, nails catching in a way that almost made Trevor cry.
The taste of blood and the heavy smell of arousal was a truly intoxicating mix and D shivered at the assault on his senses.
Trevor was all warm skin beneath his hands, strong yet pliant for him, back arching into his kisses and love bites like something necessary for continued existence and he was all too happy to provide.
The half bitten-off curse made him chuckle faintly as he kissed his way down the other man’s belly and he could smell the pre-come he’d smeared all over the head of Trevor’s cock, taste it on the back of his tongue.
He wanted to get his mouth on it, suck him down, though he would have to be mindful of his fangs.
The thought of all that hot blood just beneath the surface made his mouth water and he suddenly thought of all the noises this man could make for him, the tears he could shed in a mix of pain and pleasure beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
D slipped down Trevor’s body, along the light dusting of hair leading from his navel and swiped the flat of his tongue across the head of Trevor’s dick, fangs glinting. They weren'tquite at full length yet.
He glanced up, eyes glimmering with intent and a surprising amount of uncharacteristic mischief and ever mindful of his fangs, swallowed him down.
It was even better than he could have hoped. D hummed deep in his throat as soon as he hit the root, the head prodding at the back of his throat and further.
Experience made it easy to keep his fangs from piercing skin and he pulled back slowly, saliva slicking the way along the shaft.
With another guttural noise, D hooked Trevor’s thighs across his shoulders and hiked the man up the wall, right hand splayed wide against the man’s warm lower belly.
He kept a firm grip on the other man’s hips with his opposite hand to deter any abrupt movements and the noises brought forth as D descended on him again were beyond filthy.
Trevor was already damned by the church, but that sure as shit didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the ride to hell… And enjoying it he was.
Never had a sexual partner gotten this much of a rise out of him so fast and so fully that he couldn’t even be a smart ass about it.
There was something truly special about D that simply shook Trevor to his core.
He pulled one hand free from those dark brown locks as D continued to kiss, lick and bite his way down Trevor’s tight stomach, and he bit into his own hand to muffle the sounds of pleasure and touch of pain that hurt so good.
Blunt teeth bit down as D got closer to his throbbing member and a deep guttural groan clawed its way up from Trevor’s chest as D first licked, then holy shit, sucked him down like it was nothing.
Trevor wasn’t overly large when it came to his man bits, but he certainly wasn’t small, and good lord could D suck dick. As D continued to tease, torture, and supremely pleasure Trevor, he began to grow louder, grunting at each sinful lick and cursing harshly if D nicked him with one of those sharp fangs.
A strong shiver went through Trevor as D’s hands wrapped around his thighs, calloused fingers scraping over sensitive skin as he was hoisted into the air.
The hand in his mouth flew up and out to brace against the ceiling as he was hoisted up. “Gods, as amazing as this feels, I don’t need a concussion.”
D heard Trevor loud and clear, but chose to ignore the man in favor of swallowing around the cock in his mouth. He hummed deep in his throat, a tremor shooting through him as he took Trevor as deep as he’d go, practically burying his nose in the curls at the base before him.
Trevor was by no means a small man, but it took little to no effort for D to hold him up and keep him braced against the wall, sucking him off for all that he was worth.
He glanced up at Trevor’s face, eyes practically glowing as he watched the other man lose himself in the most satisfying fashion.
It was breathtaking.
A growl rumbled in D’s chest, bloodlust still running high despite the pleasure swimming through his veins.
He pulled his mouth from Trevor’s erection with a wet slide, fangs glinting menacingly next to such sensitive skin and smoothed the flat of his tongue along the otherside.
Through all this, he never took his eyes off the human writhing before him, kissing his way down the man’s length to lay butterfly kisses against his quivering lower belly.
D wanted all of him, every last bit down to the very last drop and he stroked Trevor’s length, lathing it with his tongue and lips in hopes to wrench cry after cry from his human.
The Dhampir growled outright, deep and frighteningly territorial, hands smoothing along Trevor’s clothed hips and thighs possessively.
Words were becoming too much for him. The fact that Trevor’s pants remained, that he couldn’t feel all of Trevor’s skin against his palms, angered him in a primal manner and he was just shy of tearing the fabric with his sharp nails.
Holy fuck D was trying to steal his soul, Trevor was thoroughly convinced. The dhampir’s goal was to suck out Trevor’s soul through his cock and make him his sex slave for all eternity, of this Trevor was 100 percent convinced.
At least that’s what it felt like as D sucked and swallowed harshly around Trevor’s engorged member. Who knew such a dangerous mouth could be so talented and careful?
Trevor almost cried when D pulled away from his length, the suctioning of his mouth stopping so abruptly it made Trevor shiver.
He shifted slightly, goosebumps rising over his skin as he fought to catch his breath, even as D continued to kiss and stroke his throbbing shaft. God above D was going to be the death of him.
And apparently the death of his clothing.
Trevor blinked in temporary surprise at having his pants ripped clean off, the tearing of fabric oddly loud in the room. He began to chuckle, the low rumble becoming an outright laugh as he realized what had happened and couldn’t suppress that bit of snarky humor that characterized him so well.
“You couldn’t let me take them off myself vampire? It’s a good thing I have an extra pair or I’d have been severely out of luck.” Trevor grinned and reached down again, still keeping one hand against the ceiling, and threaded his reaching through D’s gorgeous locks.
“Though, I think it is infinitely unfair that I’m the only one naked and have had my cock sucked to the point of pain while you’re still half dressed and thoroughly unsatisfied. We really need to fix that.”
Perhaps later D would feel a bit apologetic about tearing a perfectly good pair of trousers to shreds, but in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn what happened to the offensive things. AS long as the pants were off and forgotten, nothing else really mattered.
Good thing Trevor didn’t seem to mind too terribly either. D raised his head a bit and pressed it into the palm smoothing its way along the crown of his head, practically purring.
His cock strained painfully from within the confines of his own trousers, pulling a noise of frustration from him as he nuzzled against Trevor’s hand like some kind of oversized feline.
Blood rushed loudly in his ears and he couldn’t bring himself to actively respond to Trevor’s words as he descended once again between the other man’s strong thighs, lathing at cock and balls with a heated tongue.
He pulled one of his hands free of the bruising grip he’d taken on Trevor’s hip and smoothed his thumb against the man’s perineum, pressing down as he sucked one of Trevor’s balls into his mouth.
Ever mindful of his fangs, he moved the hunter up the wall just a bit more to give himself a better angle, humming as he let the soft flesh fall from his mouth.
Thighs trembled around his head and he swiped his thumb along the clenching opening before him, leaning in to press his tongue against it, groaning at the heat.
Trevor’s teasing grin turned a little soft at the edges when D nuzzled his hand like an overgrown cat; not that Trevor would ever admit it.
The smile didn’t last long though as D got back to his sinful work and Trevor was back to being a moaning hot mess against the wall and ceiling.
He groaned as D’s wickedly long tongue lapped at his sensitive sack, his probing finger playing with the tight ring of muscle that was his anus.
He hadn’t ever really had anything up there, maybe a finger or two and a tongue, but never another man’s dick, and he was certain he’d be the one taking this night.
Oddly enough, the thought didn’t bother him. He imagined D would break him in the best of ways and it would be so worth the soreness.
His grin was back, even as the hand threaded in D’s hair tightened and pulled the half-vampire closer. He shuddered as D’s tongue dipped, teasing at that tight ring and making the human moan.
Trevor was at his breaking point with this position. He wanted to be back down, have his feet under him so he could have some fun too.
The hand in D’s hair tightened a bit more and he tugged, just hard enough to make D pull away from his sensitive nethers.
“Mmmm let me taste you, vampire. I fear my legs will go numb before I get to feel all of you if I stay like this and my mouth is aching for just a taste of you to satisfy me before I let you have me.”
D moaned breathlessly at the pressure against his scalp, allowing the hand to pull him away from the prize he sought with only a slight bit of resistance.
His eyes were half-lidded and red, his lips and chin slick and shiny with spit. He looked a wreck with his hair spilling all around his shoulders in dark rivers.
The words from Trevor’s mouth made him shudder and though he still longed to sink his fangs into one of Trevor’s veins and drink and drink and drink, something in the other man’s eyes made him comply.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he managed to find the will to slide this wonderfully daft human back down the wall he’d pinned him to.
D’s hands never left Trevor’s skin and he kept a firm grip on the man’s thighs as he ducked his head to steal his mouth in a filthy kiss.
He couldn’t help the shift of his hips, pressing his still-clothed erection against Trevor’s and grinding into it until all the lovely little noises he knew he could pull from his human’s lips spilled free.
He brought one of his hands up to Trevor’s throat and took hold, but didn’t squeeze just yet. Instead, he merely tilted the man’s chin up and let his tongue slip further into the man’s mouth. It was sloppy, filthy, wet and thorough, not to mention everything they needed and more.
Trevor locked eyes with his vampire as he was slowly lowered, the hand gripping D’s hair never leaving and only serving to pull the other man closer.
His free hand went to D’s hip as their lips engaged in a sloppy wet kiss.
Trevor couldn’t help the soft moans and grunts that escaped him as they kissed, the delicious friction of D’s pants rubbing against the tender skin of his thighs and cock practically made Trevor melt
His tongue lashed against D’s, drawing it into his mouth and sucking. God almighty, could D kiss. Everything about the dhampir was intoxicating to Trevor. Still though, he needed to breathe, and while the hand on his neck certainly appealed, it made him a little nervous because of D’s strength.
But then again, who cared?
If D wanted to kill him, he’d have done it long ago, and death by aggressive sex certainly wasn’t the worst way to go out. Still, he pulled away from the sloppy kiss and inhaled deeply, all while pulling D’s head closer to his neck and saying in a strained, husky voice.
“I know you’re hungry, I can see it in your eyes. Go ahead and drink, slake your hunger with my blood and let me care for your body.”
The hand on D’s hip slipped around to the front of his lover’s trousers working to undo them and free the straining erection he could feel there. There was far too much clothing left between them.
D’s nostrils flared at the scent of blood beneath Trevor’s skin and he grit his teeth, baring them in a menacing snarl against the hunter’s tanned throat.
He offered his neck so freely and it did things to D, things he could not readily explain.
The hand he’d pressed to Trevor’s throat, tensed, thumb rubbing circles against his pulse before he moved it to lathe his tongue along the arch.
The taste of sweat on his tongue was intoxicating and he shuddered visibly at the feeling of his pants coming undone and strong hands dipping inside to curl around his erection.
It pulled a wanton sigh from him, heat curling in his belly and sending him further into the haze.
He wanted to sink inside of this man so badly, the head of his cock weeping with the thought, but Trevor still wasn’t quite wet enough for that. The hand he’d used to hold Trevor’s throat moved up and he pressed those first two fingers to Trevor’s lip in a silent urge to suck.
The fact that he still wasn’t inside the man before him was more than irksome and he pressed a kiss to Trevor’s throat before opening his mouth and letting his fangs slide in. It was a clean stroke and the rush of blood almost made D’s knees give out.
The fingers he’d pressed to Trevor’s lips slipped inside, engulfed in warmth and wetness with each slide. Such a lovely thing.
Goosebumps rose on Trevor’s skin with each kiss D placed against his neck, sending little shivers of the most innocent pleasure they could exchange. It wasn’t really innocent by any means but still.
Trevor’s cock twitched between them, a response to his hand wrapping around D’s engorged shaft, and for like the millionth time that night, holy shit.
D wasn’t obscenely large but he was large enough to make a man reconsider letting him bury that monster inside of him.
But then, D twitched in his hand, hot precum leaking from the tip, and D’s fingers found their way to Trevor’s lips and before he knew it he was wrapped up once more in the lust this man inspired.
Trevor gasped loudly, temporarily brought back to the right-fucking-here-and-now as D’s fangs slid into his throat. It wasn’t painful once the skin was broken but still. He’d never willingly had fangs in him, let alone such a vulnerable place, but it wasn’t scary.
If anything it turned him on more, made him want D more as the rush of blood centered in one place.
The lightheadedness combined with his sexual high and before he knew it, Trevor was sucking D’s fingers like they were his cock, lathing his tongue over, under and between the digits, wishing it was the thickness still slightly trapped in his pants.
Trevor was becoming desperate to have D in him. He needed that to happen soon or he’d lose it, he just knew it.
D drank slowly, trying to control himself lest he cause the man to lose consciousness or worse, hurt him.
As far gone as he was, he knew that he didn’t want that and neither did the beast growling within him, at least not too much. No more than his human could handle.
With a groan, D rolled his hips into Trevor’s own, working his fingers against the slick tongue in the man’s mouth. He wanted Trevor lucid for what he planned to do to him.
He wanted the other man to remember, to think on it and ache with the want of it. He rolled his hips deliberately slow and once the fingers in Trevor’s mouth were thoroughly coated, he pulled them free of that slick heat with a wet pop.
He was careful as he pulled his fingers free, mindful of his nails which could be lengthened to claws at a moment's notice.
With his other hand still holding Trevor fast against the wall, he slipped his opposite hand between them, nudging at the man’s entrance with slick fingers before pressing inside.
Tight and full of velvet heat, D thought he might burn up all together. Still, he was persistent, yet careful as he worked his fingers inside, spreading them apart even as he sunk his fangs in just that bit deeper.
Droplets welled and spilled but D did his best not to waste any of what he’d been freely given.
Trevor felt like he was going to explode. Between the slow grinding of D’s hips against his, the thumping of D’s member in his hand, and the fingers pumping in and out of his mouth, his body was overloaded with sensations.
The hand in D’s hair slipped down to his shoulder, gripping heavily to keep himself up. Drool slipped down from his lips as his mouth fell open, the only way he could take a decent breath as D’s fingers pulled free.
Losing D’s fingers almost made Trevor whine, almost.
But soon he realized why as those slick fingers sunk into his heat. Trevor almost crumpled with the surge of pleasure. It was enough to almost make him cum as his hips rolled, riding D’s fingers to the same rhythm that the dhamphir ground their hips together.
Liquid fire in his veins, D’s chest heaved with every breath he took, less from actual exertion and more from trying to concentrate, from trying not to go too far.
Trevor’s squirming, arching body, drove him beyond mad, fingers buried as deeply in that tight heat as it would let him go and he flexed his jaw where he’d latched onto the man’s jugular before pulling the other man into his arms and bodily depositing him on a nearby table top, fangs still buried in his neck.
The flow of blood was moderate, but steady and the essence of everything that Trevor was filled him, washed over him intimately. D was merciless in his need to see his human undone and Trevor opened to him beautifully.
He searched for that place inside that he knew would drive his lover mad and when he found it, practically purred as he crooked his fingers. The body writhing in his arms could not deny him, could not hide from him.
With iron will, he pulled his fangs from Trevor’s throat and cut his own tongue on his teeth in the process. A few drops of his own blood were all he needed to seal the wounds he’d made as if they’d never been there.
“Show me.”
The command fell from D's bloody red lips, rough and barely discernible as he pulled back just enough to watch his fingers disappear within Trevor’s body, the sound filthy and wet.
Strong, muscular thighs fell open to him and he held them down and open, sinfully, wantonly.
D could not stop himself from sliding down and sinking his fangs into the major vein on the inside of Trevor’s right thigh, the fingers of his opposite hand still buried to the knuckle in his clenching hole.
Trevor was losing it, his head swimming with the heady loss of blood and intense pleasure coursing through his system. He wasn’t sure how he was still holding onto consciousness, but he was.
He cried out, the sound guttural and blissful as D’s fangs dug deeper into his thigh, drawing more of his essence into that sinful mouth.
Trevor’s hands tightened around the locks of hair he's twisted around his fingers. The curl of fingers inside his tight hole was an exquisite type of hell that made his cry turn into a low keen, drool dripping down his lips and chin.
The shift to the table jarred Trevor and he trembled, cock hard and hot and aching for release, but he held back.
The spark of pain that came with D’s teeth sinking into his skin once more made Trevor want to cry and maybe even to die, for he knew he would burn in the passionate fires his lover created within him.
The sweetest taste of copper rolled along D’s tongue once again, washing over his senses and he moaned deeply against the flesh of Trevor’s inner thigh.
His human made such pretty noises for him and he pet at the man’s opposite thigh while he drank more of his essence.
The slick sound of Trevor taking his own cock in hand and stroking stole his attention however.
Trevor's thighs were spread wide open to D’s view fisting his own cock and pulling at it in rough strokes that squeezed clear pre-cum from the purpled tip.
D watched through hooded eyes while he worked the puncture wounds he’d made with his tongue before curling his fingers sharply inside the hunter.
With a low grunt, he pulled his fingers free of Trevor’s hole and reached out to grab Trevor’s hand, pulling it away from the human’s weeping member and holding it in an unshakable grip.
He slid his teeth from Trevor’s flesh with agonizing slowness and sealed the wound with his tongue so that he would not bleed freely before fixing Trevor with his glowing red tinted eyes.
“No,” He said, voice rough and low like he’d screamed himself hoarse and left his vocal cords raw and deep.
“You’ll come on my cock or nothing else.”
D stood to his full height, towering over the hunter, his hair spilling over his shoulders in waves and the blue jeweled medallion clinking against his chest.
He gripped Trevor’s thighs and pulled the other man down the table until their cocks slotted together, side by side, leaking fluid onto the soft skin of Trevor’s belly.
D looked on, panting faintly, entranced as he reached out to slick his shaft with both his own precome and Trevor’s. He stepped back to position himself, nudging at
Trevor’s opening with the head of his cock, smearing pearly fluid against his skin.
He wanted that slick heat around him, pressing down on him at all sides, swallowing him up and he hissed audibly as he began to press his way inside, watching Trevor take him inch by inch.
He was going to die.
He just knew he would burn up in the inferno that was the fiery passion of D.
Trevor could barely hear anything over the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. Could feel nothing beyond the obscene pleasure that came from D drinking his blood and his own fist yanking at his aching cock.
Trevor cried.
A tiny little tear slipped from his eye and a deep groan of pain rose in his chest. Not because D was hurting him, but because D had stopped.
It was positively maddening that for some reason the dhamphir had stopped sucking, had pulled his fingers from Trevor’s slick heat, and even pulled his hand away from his own cock. But then D spoke a promise that made Trevor clench, and a wicked grin formed on his lips.
“I love it when you talk like that. It’s downright sinful.” And then D was filling him, inch by aching inch and another tear slipped from his eye. Never let it be said that Trevor Belmont was a man that hid his emotions.
There was no suppressing this complete sense of submission and overwhelming pleasure. Hooking his legs behind D’s hips, Trevor pulled his lover closer, hissing through clenched teeth as he was utterly and completely filled.
The tight soft heat of Trevor’s body was every bit as maddening as D imagined.
All around him, clenching down like a vice as his muscles quivered and nearly sent D over the edge right then and there. His jaw ticked, dangerous and frightening teeth flashing in the light.
Trevor’s flesh was so pliant for him, it was mind-numbing.
He could smell salt and before he even realized what he was doing, D leaned over the lithe body splayed before him and swiped the flat of his tongue along Trevor’s temple where the man’s tears had made the trek from his eye.
There was a low rumble in D’s chest and then he rolled his hips, the motion sensuous and powerful, rocking into Trevor in a glorious shift of muscle.
The sound of their joining was wet, messy, absolutely filthy and it nearly drove the dhampir mad, the taste of them on the air, heavy on his tongue.
He started to rock into the tight clench of Trevors body, his hand holding the human open for him and the sharpened ends of his nails pricking against the soft unguarded flesh of his inner thighs.
They drew blood, tiny pin-pricks welling one the surface and rolling down the pale skin. D snarled and grit his teeth, his eyes full on ruby red beneath his long lashes and glassy with pleasure.
He looked nearly undone, his lips parted and flushed with the blood he’d consumed and somehow so much more beautiful as a result.
Trevor couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t breathe really, let alone form a coherent thought as D rocked into him. Trevor’s hips lifted, meeting each sensuous roll of D’s hips, driving the dhamphir’s cock deeper and deeper into Trevor’s weeping hole.
His thighs quaked as hot, burning pleasure built between them, rolling through him like waves of earth shattering lava.
Okay, well maybe not quite like that, but it was hot and Trevor felt like he just might burn to a crisp under that ruby-eyed gaze, die well before he truly experienced the euphoria of release. But yet still, he kept up with his lover, raising his hips to meet each thrust, crying out as each stroke made his inner walls flutter, his cock jerk with pressure.
Shifting a bit, Trevor angled himself more on his side, fists clenched around the edge of the table, wood creaking in his grip. The new angle sent D deeper still and ripped a ragged cry from Trevor’s lips as the head stroked up against his prostate.
It made colors swirl in Trevor’s vision and that thought of dying before he got to come came hurtling back to the forefront as D stroked up against that maddening spot once more.
Ahh, there it was. D eased up enough to let Trevor shift however he wanted, moving to hook one of Trevor’s knees over his shoulder and then hone in on that spot deep inside the man that made him cry out just like that again.
What a beautiful noise.
He wanted to hear it over and over and over. Licking his lips, D bore down on the beautiful man laid out before him and did his best to make him weep. What a pretty thing, what pretty noises he made just for him.
Trevor’s red, kiss-bitten mouth fell open on a moan, all wet and soft and pink and D just wanted to lick the noises from it. “Mine.” He hissed, pulling Trevor’s body into his thrusts, his thighs splayed and cock bouncing wetly against his trembling abs.
His cock was so pretty the way it arched up, soaking wet and just as pink as Trevor’s mouth where it sprouted from a thick thatch of dark pubic hair. It smeared pre-come against the dusting of hairs ascending Trevor’s lower belly.
D wanted desperately to see Trevor come all over himself, to see him spill pearly white all along his skin and the surface of the abused table. “Come for me.”
Trevor died a glorious death a thousand times over as his orgasm was ripped from him. White light flashed across his vision, his back arched and body ached as cum rocketed up his stomach and splashed across his chest.
It almost felt like he was drowning, so overwhelming was the feeling of his release. He could still feel D in him, burning hot and heavy, stroking through Trevor’s climax that no doubt down the brawny man’s fluttering walls.
The aftershocks of release continued to hit Trevor as D moved, each thrust making Trevor’s eyes roll deeper into his head as he fought to come down from the euphoric feeling he got.
Sweat beaded on his skin, trickling down the tan expanse of chest to mingle with his cum, the salty mess in stark contrast against all that bronzed flesh.
The sight of Trevor’s release spilling across the hunter’s chest and belly made D hiss in pleasure, teeth bared in a tense grimace.
Trembling, he tightened his grip on Trevor’s thighs and pressed forward, rocking into the other man in an attempt to reach a climax of his own and he was not disappointed.
Lightning traveled the length of his spine and D released a choked off cry, pressing his forehead into one muscular thigh and feathering kissing across tawny skin, nipping with his sharpened teeth.
Groaning, he spilled his seed deep inside the heated clutch of Trevor’s body, hot and wet, his hips continuing to thrust minisculely until it leaked out around him.It was beautiful.
Better than he deserved.
He wanted to ask if the other was alright, but all he could do was pant and tremble.
The beast inside had been sated for the time being, but he had no doubt that this man could wake it once again with just a glance and a welcoming tilt of his mouth.