Blood Moon 2
Dain grinned widely as the breeze ruffled his hair. He could feel the air through his black silk shirt, making every hair on his body stand in agitation and excitement; he had shed his coat somewhere along the way across the streets and rooftops, but couldn't be bothered to remember where. It wasn't important, only the hunt was, and his senses told him his prey was close now.
The Blood Moon hung heavy in the dark night sky, its eerie light licking the tops of the tallest buildings, bathing everything in dusky scarlet. The light matched his eyes, glinting red and only seeing the things that mattered to him now. Body heat. Lifeblood. Firm, young flesh. The hunter was aware of the danger this night and the celestial body in the sky posed to him, and still he wandered the streets in search of his prey. Stubborn, proud, and in search of his own end. Dain knew all this and it thrilled him to know he also held the answer to the hunter's needs.
But no ending tonight. The need was different, not for blood but submission. Dominating and controlling. He grinned at the thought of having the hunter moaning and writhing under him, eager for his every touch, listening for his voice. His word was law and meant to be obeyed. There was another swift breeze passing by and he shivered, the heat ran hot through him and he needed to move now.
With no effort he dropped to the ground, the alley floor littered with old news papers, empty beer cans and shattered glass. Still he moved without a sound. He grinned, baring elongated fangs and the tip of his hungry tongue, and followed the hunter a few yards behind. He could tell the exact moment when he was discovered; the slight stiffening of shoulders, the holding of breath and trembling of trigger finger.
Voodoo hardly even turned his head, only tilted it sideways and glanced over his shoulder. "I knew you'd find me," he whispered. "It's always you."
"Of course," Dain answered, stepping closer, a shiver running through him when he sensed the heat radiating from the body before him. "You taste too good to pass up."
Voodoo hissed a curse and spun on his heal, whipping out a gun to aim at him. Dain ignored the weapon, staring instead into piercing blue eyes under the edge of the black bandana. "You always taunt me, freak," Voodoo spat. "Care to put action to your words?"
Dain bared his fangs, the words egging him on to do just that. But he held on; by the edge of his will, but he held on. "You wish to die that badly?" he asked, his voice had become a harsh whisper.
Voodoo just sneered and cocked the gun. Always fighting. To the end. Always putting up resistance and refusing to bow to the one who was stronger, to the alpha that anyone would know must lead. It made Dain's blood boil and his vision go dark. No one refused him his right; no one defied him and lived.
Voodoo must have known he was walking a thin line; a night with a Blood Moon was the only night when wise hunters stayed indoors. Still he held his ground when Dain growled low in his throat and stepped closer. The insolence made Dain lunge the last step, crashing into the hunter's body with more force and speed he normally would have used on a mere human, but he was angry now and his instincts clamored for blood and obedience.
Voodoo went limp under him, saving himself from injury when they hit the ground and rolled. Dain came out in top, unconsciously baring his fangs as a threat and wrapping the claw tipped fingers of his right hand around the hunter's throat, the other hand fisting in his jacket.
He leaned down, locking eyes with Voodoo and settling his weight atop the other's body. "You cannot win tonight, hunter," he breathed against Voodoo's lips. "You will not have what you want so badly; your wishes are nothing to me." He flicked out his tongue and his jaw trembled at the taste of the youthful flesh, like the jaw of a dog that smells a bitch in heat.
"Fuck you!" Voodoo hissed and his muscles tensed. But he didn't move. He had already made his mind up; this was where he'd meet his death, at the hands of a vampire in blood fever. Even if he was bit tonight and transformed, he would still die in the end, mercy killed by his fellow hunters. If only he could goad the vampire to bite.
Dain snarled. He saw the intention in Voodoo's eyes. "It will not happen. You will not win over me. I am stronger than you, hunter."
"Is that so?" Defiance again. "I know you're at your limits, I can feel you trembling with it, freak," he hissed back. "I will never obey you, never listen to you," he continued in a harsh voice. "You will never control me because I'm the best hunter there is and you know it. I'm stronger than you," he said and his breath washed warm and moist against Dain's skin.
Equals. Defiance. Challenge. Dominance. Control.
Dain growled and his hand lashed out more or less without his consent. He would not tolerate disobedience from a mere mortal. He hit the hunter backhanded across the mouth, the impact sending a tremor up his arm to his elbow. Voodoo's head snapped to the side, his eyes squeezed shut, and then a small drop of blood welled out from the cut in his lip. Dain stared at it, a glistening red pearl against youthful skin. His throat tightened and his mouth watered at the sight.
"Get on with it then," Voodoo whispered when Dain didn't move. He snapped out of it and realized he had just been sitting there. "Or is the blood too much for you?"
Dain snorted. "The moon might be bleeding tonight, but you will not more so than you already have." He leaned down, sniffing at the busted lip and with an effort larger than he would have cared for did he leave it be. "I am stronger than you."
Voodoo's eyes widened and comprehension dawned. Dain smelled it when the hunter suddenly felt fear, the scent stung his nostrils and he bared long fangs in a quiet snarl. Voodoo tamped it down, substituting fear with anger.
"I will never be loyal to you!"
Dain smiled. "Oh, I know that." He tightened his grip in the jacket when Voodoo began to tense in preparation of fight. "If I cannot have your loyalty, I will at least have your submission. There are many ways to dominate and control, hunter."
Voodoo thrust up his hips at Dain's words and at the same time rolled them both onto the side. They struggled, pushing and pulling with hands and feet to get the other off balance and gain advantage. Voodoo had the training in hand to hand combat to be a seriously dangerous opponent, but Dain was physically stronger and faster; he easily countered each of Voodoo's moves.
And came out on top in the end. They lay sprawled among the trash, Voodoo on his stomach with Dain pinning him down, arms and legs tangled in each other to prevent further violence. Dain grinned against the back of the hunter's neck, the red dyed hair tickling his nose. He enjoyed playing with his prey, he must admit. And this one was even more amusing than all the others; he knew how to fight and could put up a measure of resistance that none other had. Dain's loins throbbed at the thought to have control over all this muscle and will.
Voodoo shifted under him, his leather clad buttocks rubbing unintentionally against Dain's hardening cock, and he growled. Voodoo stilled instantly, his breath coming in short, shallow pants, and a blue eye glanced back at Dain over a shoulder.
Dain saw the wariness and still present defiance in the brief look, and it set him off. This body would be his!
"I'll have you now," he hissed. "You will acknowledge me as your superior." He lifted slightly off the hunter's body as he spoke, squeezing his hand in under Voodoo to tear at the belt and zipper of his pants. They came open surprisingly easy, an internal pressure helping Dain in his task. A nice surprise, to discover he obviously wasn't the only one aroused by their fight. He bared his teeth in a grim smile and boldly cupped Voodoo through his pants, causing the hunter to gasp and jerk his hips back, which in turn made his tight ass rub against Dain's groin.
"Seems you like this little play, hunter," he breathed against Voodoo's ear.
"Shut up!" Voodoo snapped back. But he rolled his hips, just a little bit, into Dain's grasp when he began to rub firmly up and down.
So easily distracted, Dain thought with amusement and chuckled quietly. Voodoo must have heard him, or at least felt it against his back, for he gave Dain an angry glare over his shoulder. Or not so easily distracted, but that was fine. He only needed the barest of moment to prepare both of them.
Dain nudged Voodoo's legs apart with a knee and settled between them. He dared to release the hunter's wrists to be able to use both hands to pull open the leather pants. Voodoo barely moved; either he had acknowledged Dain as his superior, or he needed this done as much as Dain did, who in his present state was unable to stop. Dain suspected the third option; that Voodoo still hoped the vampire would bite when orgasm hit him. He was in for a disappointment.
Dain began to tug at the pants and Voodoo twisted under him, causing him to growl in warning, but Voodoo only lifted his hips to make it easier for him. The pants slid down strong, lean thighs and wiry calves, and Dain left them bunched up around Voodoo's ankles, too worked up to care to take them off. Besides, they would stop the hunter kicking out if he began to struggle again.
Dain bared his teeth again when he looked up along the long legs to the round, firm globes of Voodoo's ass under the hem of the jacket and tight top he wore. Utterly touchable and begging to be fucked. Dain leaned in and without warning ran his tongue up the cleft, inhaling the musky, salty scent of the hunter, sending his senses soaring.
Voodoo jerked and gasped at the sudden touch, but then he let out a short, clipped breath and tilted his hips, offering more of himself to Dain. He wondered if the act was conscious or not. Whichever, it was all Dain needed for an invitation.
He spread the cheeks and began to spear his tongue into the tight bud hiding between them, the scent of Voodoo's arousal rose and his muffled cries mixed with Dain's growls and purrs. Voodoo began to roll his hips, his muscles relaxing under the attention and letting Dain slip inside his body. He needed more, further, deeper, or his instincts wouldn't be satisfied.
Looking around for something to use for a lubricant, he realized there was none. And he hadn't thought to come prepared for this, even though he knew he'd find the hunter tonight. He growled at his negligence and hissed at the hunter to be still when he moved restlessly under him.
Voodoo looked at him over a shoulder, his eyes hazed and burning. "Forgot something, freak?" he hissed, and there was a mirthless grin on his lips.
Dain sneered at him and the attitude.
Voodoo lowered his eyelids and parted his lips, running his tongue over them, making them glisten pink and inviting. Dain stared and nearly missed what he said next.
"Bite then. Blood will do nicely for this too." And then he arched his neck, displaying the muscles and veins in his throat. Dain shivered but held still, fearing he would indeed bite if he moved even an inch at that moment.
But when he didn't bite, Voodoo looked at him, his eyebrows lowering in a frown. And then he rolled his hips instead.
Dain snapped back to it. No, he decided. No blood for this, not even his own, or things would go badly. Instead he leaned back down and wetted around Voodoo's anus even more with his tongue, leaving moist trails of saliva. Voodoo growled at him and Dain grinned at the urgency in the hunter's voice.
"You better prepare yourself, hunter," Dain warned as he, with one hand holding Voodoo's hip, began to tear at his own constricting pants just enough to free himself. Voodoo glanced briefly over his shoulder, and with his head still turned for Dain to see his face, he sucked two fingers into his mouth.
Dain nearly purred at the sight; Voodoo's cheeks hollowing and his lashes fluttering, and Dain imagined the pink lips around his own flesh. His imagination far too vivid right now, he leaned down and growled at the hunter.
"Better get on with it or I'm doing you dry."
Voodoo barely sneered at him. Instead he reached back and circled his puckered opening briefly before slowly pressing a finger inside.
Dain had to struggle to keep himself under control for the next few seconds. He watched as a second finger was pushed inside the tight, lean body and then he couldn't take it any more.
Yanking Voodoo's hand away he quickly moistened his erection with more saliva and then aligned himself. With a groan he began to push inside. Voodoo's breath became a bit erratic, but since he didn't complain or cry out, Dain couldn't make himself stop.
Finally seated all the way inside, wrapped in clutching, hot velvet, he lowered down over the hunter's back and breathed in his ear. "You will submit to me tonight." Before Voodoo could snap back a retort Dain rolled his hips, brushing over Voodoo's prostate, and he moaned instead. A much more pleasurable answer.
Although starting out slow, eliciting moans and gasps from Voodoo every time he hit his sweet spot, Dain soon couldn't stop himself any longer. He braced himself on his hands to each side of Voodoo's shoulders and picked up the pace.
Voodoo cried out and thrust his hips up to take Dain deeper, in the process making room enough under his stomach to start fisting himself, and Dain growled at the sight.
"Good," he breathed encouraging against Voodoo's leather clad back. "Do it harder."
Voodoo moaned deep in his throat, arching his neck, and moved his hand faster.
Dain knew neither of them would last much longer, and began thrusting in earnest. It took only a few more deep plunges before Voodoo cried out hoarsely and came, his insides clamping down around Dain's cock like a vice, and he had no choice but to fall over the edge.
His vision blanked out for one precious second and when his senses returned to him, he realized his hunger wasn't as ravenous as before. He looked down at the spent body under him when Voodoo shifted, pulling his hand out from under him, his fingers sticky with his come. Voodoo wrinkled his nose at the mess, probably cursing himself and the circumstances that had him still alive, though in a less than tidy condition. He hissed when Dain withdrew, but did little else when the vampire reached out and wrapped long fingers around his wrist. Dain grinned at the suspicious look he received and then took one finger after another into his mouth, licking them clean of the hunter's semen.
"Tasty," he murmured. "Nearly as good as the rest of you."
Voodoo yanked his hand free and growled at him. "Fuck you!"
"No, actually, we just did it the other way around." Dain chuckled and quickly moved out of reach of the angered hunter. "My, you're hard to please."
"Damn freak!" Voodoo struggled with his pants and managed to find one of his guns in the process.
Dain decided that was his que to leave, and took to the shadows as the first shot rang through the alley. Grinning to himself he quickly made his escape onto the roof, dodging a few bullets on the way. The red moon hung heavy still in the dark sky and Dain eyed it warily. Then after a moment without feeling any more strange compulsions, he shrugged and continued on his way home.
Despite the color, this night the moon had brought a pleasant treat with it, and even if the hunter hadn't submitted to him or would ever acknowledge him as his superior, he knew they would have more clashes in the future and that he looked forward to. There was still time to show this hunter his place.
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