A Different Hunger
This was my submission for
Yaoi-con's Fiction Anthology
2004. I was, needless to say, thrilled when it got published and of course I have a copy (and drooled
over all the other fiction in it too!).
Since it is now a year since it was printed in the Antho, I have the right to finally post it here, so I am.
Hope you'll like it! Enjoy!
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Author: Marie 'Mim' Efverstedt
2004 Yaoi-Con Anthology Halloween fiction
Original characters, NC-17, PWP, AU from the canon fiction
Warnings: rimming, graphic sex, blood.
Thank you to Kalldoro and Koijewel for the very helpful beta. ^_^
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All Hallows Eve, one night a year. The night when – according to myth – the dead who were trapped in purgatory could be given a second chance to redeem their sins and enter heaven.
It was the one night when the dead who walked the earth could be that much closer to the living.
The street was packed with celebrants. Halloween in this city was like Mardi Graz down in New Orleans, the people feasted on the energy and atmosphere, got drunk and high on the danger of this night, for who knew who or what your next lover might be?
Faces molded in plastic and adorned with paint and makeup, turned to him. Hissed, wailed, snarled and laughed. All meant to tempt him into the crazy dance, into the mass of churning, warm bodies. The men and women around him were alluring to his senses, drowning him in pheromones and lust and scents riddled with invitations. Hands touched him, shoulders nudged him, hips bumped into him and all the smiles held promises of more.
They were all intrigued by his pale, unmasked face and its perfect beauty. His eyes green and his hair black were so by no unnatural aids. His tall form and graceful, sensual movements were an attraction to those around him, something untouchable to their mortal minds, and the smile he gave them each time he saw something that caught his interest, was intoxicating.
A small, lithe werecat with her ears set too high up on her head, turned sideways to show off her curved form wrapped in a tight, spotted catsuit and smiled charmingly at him, her eyelids lowering. She reached out a long-nailed hand in a fingerless glove and trailed a teasing caress down the front of his black Asian cut coat.
Dain smiled back at her but did nothing to entice her further. She did that on her own, stepping closer to press up against him and emitting a low, rasping purr. She smelled of lust and sweat and an unnatural high. Her pupils were dilated and when she leaned in too close, she lost her balance and he had to steady her.
"Sweet master," she said with a mewling sound. "Take me to where the ecstasy dwells."
He frowned at her. Such silly talk from a mere mortal, pretending to be something she was not. But such were the notions humans had of his kind; vampires were mysterious, creatures of the night to be feared and hated, but also to be desired. Strange how their minds worked, and when drunk and high, they seemed able to indulge in their desires since conscience was dulled by lust.
She snarled indignantly when she failed to get a response that satisfied her. With a rejecting hiss she spun around, bumped into the next person's shoulder and stumbled away among the crowd.
He absently watched her departure, the other participants of the celebration swiftly filling the space she left in her wake and he let his gaze stray across them. They were all intriguing in their own right, but he ignored them. They were not for him tonight; he needn't feed from their bodies. He needed to sate a different hunger tonight.
He'd been there before, at the hunter's apartment, and he scaled the rattling fire escape in the dark with ease; the shadows were his domain after all, and he let them linger as he peered into the half open window. It was a one roomer, small, shabby and well worn. However, the traces of its previous occupants had been eradicated by the use of incense and meticulous cleaning. This young hunter was nothing if not neat.
In the light from the lamp by the bed he could see there was a mist floating around the small room, tickling close to the futon in the corner and the small cooking cabinet on the opposite wall. It emanated from the bathroom and there was a light seeping out through the crack in the door. So the hunter was home. At a night like this when the rest of the city celebrated. Dain snorted. All work and no play. That would have to change.
Dain slipped his hands under the window frame and slowly slid it open enough to slip in under it. Quiet, smoothly, he set foot on the floor and smiled to himself, once inside the apartment the hunter would have a hard time getting rid of him.
He looked around, opening the topmost buttons on his coat. There was an armchair pushed into the corner by the window, fresh clothes draped over it as if waiting for their wearer. Along with the guns. Dain scowled. So the young hunter was going out tonight. Not if he could help it.
A sound came from the bathroom and then the light went out. Dain tensed out of habit and stepped away from the window where his silhouette would give him away. The shadows gathered around him and he held still as the hunter came out of the bathroom.
His red dyed hair was damp and there were pearls of water still clinging to his bare shoulders. The towel wrapped around his waist may have hid the lean muscles in his hips and thighs, but it didn't conceal the strength or the fluidness with which he moved. Dain knew the young man could handle himself; he had been both witness and victim to the savage art of combat this hunter used.
The young man squatted down by a bureau, opening the bottom drawer and rummaging around for a minute. From where he stood, Dain saw the glimpse of metal and realized it was the wakizashi and daggers. He had been victim to those too.
Then as Dain watched the lean body stiffened, the hands stilled in the drawer and the breathing slowed almost to a stop. Dain held his as well, but knew he had been discovered if not yet seen. Such were the senses of this hunter, keen and perceptive, and he knew how to listen to them. Dain let the shadows fall back and reveal him, hiding was no longer necessary.
Voodoo rose and spun around in one smooth move, the wakizashi slashed out at an angle from his body and his piercing blue gaze immediately sought out and found Dain. He let out a single, harsh breath and bared his teeth in a sneer at his uninvited guest.
They stared at each other, judging, gauging strength and weakness. Dain knew he had few of the later, but it had to be done, it was part of this ritual and could not be overlooked.
There was the rapid staccato of firecrackers from the street below and a chorus of cheering voices. Somewhere from another window close by, a woman started singing, a psalm if Dain wasn't mistaken.
Then the blade aimed at him lowered a bit, just enough to allow him to step closer. And how could he not, the temptation was too much to ignore. A flimsy towel could hardly stop him now.
The young hunter didn't smile at him, did nothing to convey any emotions at all. But Dain was used to it by now. Their hunt had been a long one and they had gotten to know each other well.
He went closer, holding the intense blue gaze as he made his way across the floor. He flashed a smile, enough to show a hint of pointed fangs, but all he got was an arched eyebrow and the blade angled to reflect the light from the window in a slice of silver across his face. The hairs on his neck prickled.
For a moment he hesitated, faltering in his step. What if this was a trap? Then it was a marvelous one, baited with something he couldn't refuse.
But then the other man tilted his head minutely, as if saying: "what are you waiting for?" and Dain started walking towards him again.
"What took you so long?" the redhead asked when Dain stepped up to him. "Too much temptation along the way?" The remark was meant to bite but Dain didn't let it. He knew this game by now, exchanging insults was a part of it, but he was all set to skip that stage this time.
"Ah, yes. You know me, so many delightful little pieces of flesh, all lined up for me to taste."
"Food on parade, huh? A wonder you got here at all."
Dain smiled again and stepped closer, forcing the hunter to step back. "Oh, I have a different kind of eating in mind at the moment." This time when he bared his teeth it was nothing short of feral. He moved closer and the other's towel clad hips came up short against the bureau.
Dain could hear the younger man's heartbeat; he saw the rapid, strong pulse in his neck. When he leaned in to inhale Voodoo's scent, the hunter drew a breath in anticipation. The sound shot a thrill down Dain's spine.
"Have you fed?" the young man asked, his voice a breathy rasp in Dain's ear.
"Yes," he whispered back. "You needn't be afraid. I'll only give you a love bite."
"I'm not afraid!" he shot back, venom in his voice, but Dain noticed the slight shiver in his body and saw the goose bumps rise on his skin. Dain smiled and pressed closer.
In an instant the blade of the wakizashi was pressed against his throat. He ignored the weapon, concentrating instead on the tremble that traveled through the body next to his. He leaned in after only a moment and brushed his lips over the pulse point, feeling the steady, heavy beat as if it was his own. He knew the blood would be warm and ample on his tongue, and that even the few drops he'd allow himself would set his nerves on fire.
When he teased the skin with his teeth, the hunter moaned – the sound was a vibration through Dain's body – and he released a hot breath. Then he bit down, piercing the skin and creating two small pinpricks. Red beads welled out and set his tongue aflame. He moaned at the taste of life and energy, and eagerly swallowed.
He sunk his fangs in just a little bit deeper and the young man gasped, his free hand shot up and grasped a handful of Dain's coat.
"Uuhn… enough," he whispered, but his hand contradicted his words and pulled Dain closer.
Dain smiled and licked at the small bite marks. They would be healed by tomorrow, but for now his mark was on this body and the sight made his groin thrum with desire.
"Just a love bite, hunter. The blood fever will not take hold of me," he assured. "Although your taste is hard to resist." His smile widened into a lecherous grin and he pressed his arousal against the hunter's towel wrapped hip – slipping his own knee between the thighs in the process – to emphasize his words.
"Apparently," was the answer. "You should make use of it." An ice blue gaze met Dain's and it was burning with need. "Or is biting the only thing you are capable of?"
"Oh, how impatient you are. Though I believe my wooing would be wasted on you."
"So get on with it then."
How could he ignore that invitation? He slid his hands around the bare waist, producing yet another shiver, and brushed his lips up the neck, along the jawline. Voodoo's breath fanned across his temple in hot bursts and Dain turned his head to nibble at the corner of the other's mouth, the lips pale pink and moist.
The stimulation was apparently enough for the young man, because in the next moment Dain found himself kissing the hunter, struggling to win the battle their tongues engaged in.
A hand pushed at his coat and he heard a button pop. Reluctantly he broke the kiss to take it off and save the rest of the buttons. Voodoo pulled at his shirt underneath with his free hand, the other still grasping the wakizashi. There was a flush rising across his cheekbones and he was panting hard. Dain couldn't help himself but lean in and lick at the lips. Voodoo nibbled his in return and pushed his hips forward.
A hard ridge of flesh pressed against his hip and Dain groaned and looked down. The towel did nothing to hide the younger man's arousal, bulging out in the front. Dain felt his own flesh swell in response, and he decided quickly that his pants would have to come off. It was easily achieved once he had kicked off his boots, all his clothes gathering in a heap on the floor.
Voodoo reached out and wound his arms around Dain's neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. Dain managed to win this battle and plunged his tongue into the heat of the other's mouth. He explored it all; moist, warmth and a strong tongue that massaged his own, but found that he liked the slick inside of the bottom lip best. He sucked it into his own mouth and ran the tip of his tongue along the dip between lip and teeth. The hunter moaned and Dain couldn't keep from rocking their hips together.
His erection slid along the hunter's, separated now only by the cloth of the towel. He felt reluctant to let that go just yet. There was something erotic about feeling Voodoo's arousal if not yet seeing it in its entire glory. He smiled against Voodoo's lips and rocked their hips together again.
Voodoo's head fell back with a gasp and Dain took the opportunity to lick and nibble on his throat.
"Please," the hunter breathed. "Take me."
Dain froze and rode the pleasurable shiver that wracked his body at those words. He groaned and dragged his teeth across the skin beneath the left ear, nudging the gold hoop in the lobe with his nose, earning another gasp.
"Hurry!"
Dain raised his head and looked into hazy, blue eyes. "Turn around then."
Voodoo reluctantly let go of him and turned to place his hands on the bureau. The wakizashi clattered against the top and Dain frowned at the weapon. Molding his body against the other's backside, he wrapped his hand over the hunter's long fingers still around the weapon's leather wrapped hilt.
"We cannot have this impeding our performance," he whispered into an ear. "I believe you will need both your hands to steady yourself."
The young hunter shuddered at his promise and his nails scrabbled for leverage on the wooden top. Dain smiled as he with a sure flick of his wrist tossed the weapon out of reach on the chair in the corner, then with a contented sigh he lowered his head to nibble at the smooth skin in the curve of a shoulder. Still a bit damp from the shower; he could smell the faint smell of some floral soap mixing with the rising musk from their combined arousals.
Voodoo rocked his hips back into Dain's groin in a silent urging to hurry. Dain was all too happy to comply; the tightness in his own body was slowly escalating from pleasure to pain.
He slid his hands down firm flanks, feeling the muscles twitch and bunch under his touch. He slowly licked his way down along the dip of the spine, flicking his tongue over the nubs of the vertebras until he reached the edge of the towel. There he stopped for a moment, letting his breath fan across the base of the spine and the red and black Yin and Yang tattoo adorning the skin. The body under his hands shivered minutely.
He edged his hands down over the towel to pull it slowly up along the thighs. He heard Voodoo's nails when they scraped over the top of the bureau and he leaned closer to press his mouth and nose into the crevice still hidden by cloth.
When the smooth curve between thigh and buttock was revealed, he paused. This was his favorite spot on the body, to lick and nibble and bite. It was always so smooth, so soft to sink his fangs into and yet there was resistance from the strong muscles underneath the skin. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the musky scent. The hunter heard it and looked over his shoulder.
"Do it already!" he breathed and tilted his hips. Dain got an eyeful of his target and couldn't help but groan when his cock twitched in anticipation. He knew it would be hot and tight and oh so perfect.
With a harsh breath he leaned in and tilted his head to the side, fastening his mouth to the juncture of the leg and buttock. He stuck out his tongue and reached it in between the thighs. Voodoo cried out and jumped when the tip of his tongue touched the back of his sac. Small hairs tickled Dain's nose and he bared his teeth to drag them along the skin. He nipped his teeth together and trembled when he accidentally drew blood. Voodoo tilted his hips further back and Dain slipped one of his hands in between the thighs, high up enough to cup the hunter's balls, and he rolled and squeezed them gently as he lapped up the beads of blood he had caused.
It was natural to continue to lick from there on. He let his tongue slip up the crevice between the cheeks and found the tight pucker with the tip of his tongue. Voodoo was breathing harshly by now and he spread his legs further, leaning forward over the bureau to give Dain better access.
The submission was clear; the hunter was under his control now and begging for him to finish it. And he had only bitten him once yet. Dain growled deep in his throat and used both hands to spread the cheeks presented to him. The tight bud was a temptation he couldn't resist. He speared his tongue into it, garnering a gasp and a deep moan and he licked until the tight muscles loosened.
Voodoo began to rock his hips, his breath hitching when Dain's tongue slipped into his body. Dain pulled back and reached up to hold his hips steady, this had to slow down or the young man would find his release without him. He stood, leaning over the hunter and wrapping his arms around the slim waist.
"Lube," he whispered into an ear. Voodoo's hand trembled as he fumbled for a small bottle on the bureau. Knocking a few things over, he caught it just before it rolled over the edge and gave it to Dain.
"Hurry up," he urged and his voice was hoarse and shaky.
Dain smiled and nipped at his shoulder. He distracted Voodoo with teasing licks and nibbles up his neck while he flipped open the bottle and poured out a generous amount on his fingers, before putting the bottle back on the bureau. He moved back only enough to get his hand down and in between their bodies. A grin of satisfaction spread across his face when he touched the little pucker and the young man cried out. Making sure to keep the towel out of the way, he spread the cheeks with one hand and flicked the tip of his finger across the opening. Voodoo rocked back up on his toes and nearly succeeded in impaling himself.
"Ssh," Dain whispered when Voodoo whimpered impatiently. "Not so fast." He was in charge now and he would take his time with this.
He drew small circles around the bud, making sure it was still a bit loose from his earlier attention, before he slowly pushed his finger in. He stopped at the second knuckle and twisted around a bit. Voodoo looked at him over a shoulder; a bead of sweat was trickling down his temple and his eyes were burning with need. He tried to buck his hips again, but Dain was prepared now and held him steady.
He pushed his finger in further, twisting gently and only when he felt the muscles relax ever so slightly did he add a second. He leaned in and nibbled and kissed the skin in the nape of Voodoo's neck as he scissored his fingers and then flicked the sweet spot. Voodoo's knees nearly buckled and he leaned heavily on his hands. Dain held him tightly around the waist and did it again. He moaned this time, throwing his head back and rocked his hips to take Dain's fingers deeper.
"So sexy," Dain murmured and fastened his mouth to the hunter's arched neck. When another moan reached his ears he couldn't help but sink his fangs into the firm flesh. He moaned too when blood touched his tongue and he sucked it up eagerly.
The copper and salt flavor set his nerves on fire and he tore his mouth away with a gasp. This was the danger with biting during sex; the blood fever could rise, drawn by the heady mix of blood, lust and stimulation if one weren't careful. Dain wasn't surprised it could happen now, even though he had fed; this hunter was his match and his instincts told him to mark and finish him, an equal and an enemy. He watched entranced as a bead of red trickled down the smooth skin from his bite. His mark was enough to make him growl.
He picked up the bottle of lube with a trembling hand and poured it unsteadily over his throbbing erection. It was bobbing out from his groin as if reaching for the body in front of him and it was all he could do not to plunge himself in fast and hard and deep.
Voodoo whimpered when he pulled out his fingers, but soon fell quiet as he felt the nudge of Dain's cock against his opening. He held still by instinct, his lashes fluttering half closed when Dain slowly pressed into his body. The heat and constriction was maddening to Dain. His senses were already heightened by the rise of blood fever and he cried out in a long, low wail as he seated himself deep within the hunter's body. He held there for a moment, trying to dampen his need to feed and slow the rhythm of his breaths.
Voodoo reached back with a hand and grabbed Dain's hip, his fingers digging into Dain's flesh, and it grounded his soaring senses, that sudden touch of human contact. He held the hunter steady when he made a first rolling motion with his hips.
Voodoo's breath hitched and he pressed back when Dain rocked forward again. It was so easy for them to find a mutual rhythm and with the next thrust Dain hit Voodoo's sweet spot. Voodoo cried out and his thighs began to tremble.
Dain kept up the slow, deep thrusts and leaned forward, molding his chest against the hunter's back. He slid his hands up a stomach slick with sweat and toyed briefly with the piercing in the bellybutton. Voodoo kept pressing back into his groin, moaning every time his prostate was hit, and he shuddered at the first touch to his nipples. Dain smiled and rolled them between his fingers, alternatively squeezing them as he molded them into stiffness.
He felt the first ripple of muscles around his cock as Voodoo neared his release, and it made him slow his pace. Voodoo growled in his throat and glared at him over his shoulder, and Dain leaned in further and licked at the corner of his mouth, nearly getting his tongue bitten off in the process. He chuckled and pulled on a nipple, causing Voodoo's eyes to roll back, and his head lolled against Dain's shoulder.
But Dain was nearing his climax as well. It began to burn in his stomach and he picked up the pace again. He lowered his hands to grab Voodoo's hips and felt the bunched up towel still around the hunter's waist. He tugged it away impatiently and the hunter's cock sprang free from under it. Dain smiled and slid a hand lower, teasing his fingers in the dark hairs around the base and Voodoo growled at him again.
He took pity on his partner and wrapped his hand around the throbbing erection. It settled happily in his palm and he it stroked in time with his thrusts, rubbing his thumb over the head to spread the precome leaking from it.
Voodoo's moans became louder and huskier as he neared completion and Dain found he was thrusting and stroking in a rhythm designed to produce more of them; it was the most erotic sound he had ever heard.
He increased his pace, plunging deeper, faster into the body, and when he hit the hunter's sweet spot next, Voodoo came with a yell. Dain felt warm wetness coat his fingers and he grunted when internal muscles clenched down around him. He pushed all the way inside and let go. It felt like a wave hit him, pouring out through his cock into the heat of the younger man's insides. He groaned when his body poured itself out through his shaft and his hips jerked with the last few thrust.
Voodoo was leaning heavily against the bureau, trying to catch his breath. Dain let go of his softening flesh and slowly withdrew from his body. Voodoo held his breath for a moment and then sighed.
Dain studied his face as the hunter slowly turned around; his cheeks were flushed and sweat was glistening on his skin. He braced his hands back on the bureau and Dain placed his hands on either side of them.
They shared a slow kiss, flicking their tongues against each other and Voodoo sucked gently on Dain's. They could afford this show of tenderness still; the night of All Hallows Eve was not yet over.
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Dain rose up on an elbow and watched as the young hunter's eyelids slowly fluttered open. The blue eyes drifted across the small room before settling on him and then they narrowed into an irritated expression, the mouth turning down at the corners.
"I thought you'd be gone by now," was the terse greeting he got.
"I never leave without saying goodbye," Dain answered sweetly. He slid a hand across the young man's stomach and felt the muscles bunch as if in anticipation of an attack. Dain smiled gently and leaned in for a brief kiss. "I like watching you sleep, hunter. But now I must go, dawn is nearing."
Voodoo looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Then he blinked and moved to sit up. However, he winced and fell back on the bed. Dain watched wondering as Voodoo reached a hand down under the covers and touched himself somewhere on the backside.
"What the fuck! You bit me there!?" he exclaimed and gave Dain an annoyed, incredulous stare.
"Trick or treat," Dain murmured as he leaned in and breathed down the other's neck. His hot breath produced a small shiver and he smiled. Then the young man visibly pulled himself together and turned piercing, cold blue eyes at him.
Dain smiled teasingly and moved a bit away from the angered hunter. "How could I not bite when it was offered me?" he asked in defense.
Voodoo ground out some foul words and struggled up to sit awkwardly. "Next time I'll pull out your teeth before I let you bite me!" he growled.
Dain chuckled. "Oh, I know how you like it, hunter. And I know how to bite. Next time, perhaps I can show you the more intricate arts of the kiss of love."
He had to duck when a pillow came flying and he grinned at the string of curses that followed it.
"Next time all you'll get is a fucking bullet, you freak!"
Dain made his hasty retreat after that, it seemed the effects of the love bite had worn out. Ah, he knew the hunter would welcome him again, if not the next night, then at least on All Hallows Eve.
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