Title: Sins of City: Religious Experience

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: Adult

Summary: Hannibal’s in trouble with his vampire, then not so much.

Beta: By my sister Anna. All remain errors are mine-with apologies.

Sins of City: Religious Experience

“Oh, boy.”

Hannibal closed the door to the hotel room behind him. Carefully juggling two Styrofoam containers of Chinese food and an extra large Coke. Finding Drake glaring at him from the bed.

“Hannibal?”

“I went to get food and a newspaper so that we could start looking for a house or an apartment or something….” Hannibal trailed off weakly. He was in a world of shit and he knew it.

Drake continued to glare angrily at him, arms crossed over his naked chest. “We have discussed this. Have we not?”

“I only went to the food court and came right back. I did sort of get lost, but this place is a fucking maze.”

“I have warned you about the others.”

“Yeah, but there were a lot of people around.”

Drake’s eyebrows drew together. “That will not stop them if they wish to get to you. Slaughtering a bunch of innocents would mean nothing to them and you know that.”

“I can take care of myself. I was doing it long before you took me for your fuck toy,” Hannibal told him angrily. Wishing he could take back the words the minute he’d uttered them as Drake’s eyebrows drew even closer together.

“What did you just say?”

Hannibal looked down at the carpeted floor. Refusing to meet the vampire’s eyes. Oh, man-he was in a world of it now. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“Hannibal, look at me. I said ‘look’ at me,” Drake told him forcefully when the human refused to look up. “Put the containers down and come here.”

Hannibal eyed him warily. “Are you mad?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think I’ll just stay right here by the door.”

Drake smiled. “Come here, Hannibal King.”

He watched as his human made his way reluctantly toward the bed where he lay. Placing the containers of food and the newspaper on the free bed. Gently caressing his still sleeping kitten at the same time. The large cup of soda he placed on the table between the beds.

He stood there, head down waiting for whatever Drake had in mind. Like a bad little boy awaiting his punishment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly.

Drake tilted his head as he contemplated his contrite human. “For what?”

“For what I said. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I like you playing with me-alot. A hell of a lot, truth be told.”

“But not for going out without me?”

Hannibal’s head came up. “You were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should have. I would have gladly joined you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

Drake offered his hand to Hannibal. “I know you can.”

The human took it, willingly-if sort of reluctantly. Still unsure what Drake was going to do. “Besides if I was outnumbered I can run really fast.”

Drake chuckled, pulling Hannibal down onto the bed and into his arms. “I’m sure you can.”

Hannibal buried his face against the vampire’s neck, breathing in the rich scent of fire and brimstone. “Are you still mad?”

Drake pulled him closer. “Yes. But I promised I would never withhold my touch from you again.”

Hannibal snuggled happily against his vampire. “Thank you. Love you.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Want some Chinese food?”

Drake kissed the top of Hannibal’s head. “I see no Chinese here. Just you. And I think you are-what, American?”

Hannibal pulled away slightly. “Oh, now that’s just so wrong.”

Drake chuckled softly. “Isn’t it though? Get your food.”

Hannibal reached over and snagged the containers. “Want some? If not I’ll save it for later, to snack on.”

Drake crinkled his nose as Hannibal opened one of the containers. “No. I’ll just watch you.”

Hannibal shrugged. “Okay.” He grabbed his soda before making himself comfortable against the vampire. “Want some?”

Drake looked at it skeptically. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Try. You might just like it,” Hannibal replied, offering it. When Drake continued to stare at the straw. “Suck on it,” he told him, innocently. Not sure if the vampire had ever seen a straw before.

“Hannibal King, I think I can find a lot better, more pleasurable things to suck on than that thing.”

Hannibal blinked up at him for a moment, before his face flushed bright red. Very clearly seen through the beard. “Oh, god-that’s just….” He replied weakly.

“The truth?” Drake asked smiling at the flabbergasted human.

“Well, yeah. You did know that I wanted to eat, right?”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Hannibal gave him an annoyed look. “How am I suppose to eat when I’m hard.”

Drake gave him an innocent smile. “Are you?”

“You fucking well know I am. And I’m hungry, too.” he said plaintively.

“So eat.”

“But now you’ve made me wanna fuck. Damn you.”

Drake reached down between Hannibal’s legs and pressed down-hard. “There, now eat.”

Hannibal startled. “Ow!” He looked at Drake stunned, after a moment the looked turned to one of irritation. “Great. Now I have the worst case of blue balls, ever.”

Drake chuckled softly. “There is no satisfying you is there?”

Suddenly Hannibal’s face flushed even brighter. “Yeah, there is.”

Drake nuzzled his cheek. Very much enjoying the heat flushing the flesh. “Oh?”

“Hmm, that’s nice. Remember back in Oakland where you-hmm…”

“Where I what?”

“Did that thing with your mouth and your fangs.”

Drake tore Hannibal’s shirt from his body, running his hands over soft, warm skin. “I always do things with my mouth and fangs. At least to you.”

“Damn, another shirt bites the dust. Youknowwhenyoutookmeintoyourmouththenbitme?”

The words were rushed but clear enough for Drake to understand what his human wanted. “You want that again?”

“Please,” Hannibal asked hopefully.

“Alright. Eat your food first.”

Hannibal sighed unhappily. “Can’t eat now. I’m going to be thinking about it and it’s going to drive me crazy.”

“Don’t think about it then.”

Hannibal rolled his eyes. “As if. I could eat, you know-after.” He said hopefully, giving his vampire, wishful, puppy dog eyes.

Drake shook his head. “No. Eat now.”

“But I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Eat anyway,” Drake replied, nuzzling his ear.

Hannibal sighed again. “You’re still mad, huh?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you don’t wanna…”

Drake licked the side of his neck sensually. “No, that is not the reason. I want you to eat, because you will need your strength for what I have in store for you.”

“Really?”

Drake released his fangs. “Oh, yes, Long, hard and very fast.”

Hannibal shuddered. “Oh, God,” he replied shakily. “I can’t eat now. I swear I can’t. Do me now. Please, please, do me now. I’m not hungry any more. Please, Drake. Please.”

The vampire teased Hannibal with his fangs. Reaching for the container of food. “As you wish,” He said, putting it away for safety. He opened Hannibal’s jeans, his hands quickly pushing them off and away. Not knowing or caring when the human had removed his shoes.

Drake took his time exploring Hannibal’s beautiful body. Enjoying the sculptured planes of his chest and abdomen. Trailing his fangs along extremely responsive flesh.

By the time he got to Hannibal’s penis, it was steadily oozing fluid. He licked at it delicately with his tongue before taking the human deep into his throat in one long swallow. Hearing Hannibal moan softly in response.

Hannibal gasped softly as Drake began to suck. He bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed as sensation coursed through him. Starting from his toes all the way to his head. He’d swear even his hair was curling in reaction to what Drake was doing to him.

“T…that feels so g…good.”

Drake’s only response was to take him deeper into his throat. When the vampire bit into the flesh at the base if his penis, Hannibal groaned in pleasure.

Drake looked up to find Hannibal’s expressive eyes tightly closed and his hands kneading the blankets restlessly. That was the only part of his human moving. Just his hands and the gentle up and down motions of his breathing.

He wasn’t in pain. It was clear that Hannibal was not in any pain. It was as if he’d gone deep within himself to feel fully what was being done to him.

Drake continued to watch as he began to gently draw blood. Seeing Hannibal gasp slightly, but the brown eyes did not open. The hands began kneading the blankets a little faster.

The blood was richer here. More flavorful than anywhere else on Hannibal. To be sure it was more plentiful higher up. But here at the base of Hannibal’s penis Drake could really taste his human’s rich essence.

Hannibal was leaking steadily down Drake’s throat now, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet. He opened his eyes to meet the vampire’s steadily watching ones. He sighed softly as he finally spilled his seed. The kneading of the blankets slowing then stopping.

When Drake increased the drawing of blood Hannibal gasped again, arching up he came again. Spilling what little semen he had left down the vampire’s throat.

He moaned when Drake retracted his fangs and carefully pulled away. His body following the vampire’s retreat as if reluctant to be separated from him.

Drake pulled him into his arms. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Hannibal sighed happily. “That’s as close to a religious experience I’m ever going to have. Can we do it again soon?”

“When ever you like.”

Hannibal sought his lips for a passionate kiss. Tasting his semen and blood on the vampire’s lips. Seeking more he pushed Drake flat against the bed. Straddling his hips. Not really noticing when Drake’s hands reached between them, guiding himself into Hannibal’s unresisting body.

“Oh, God that’s good,” he whispered against Drake’s mouth as the vampire slid deep.

“Yes,” the vampire whispered back, licking at the tiny cut still oozing blood slightly.

“I’m not sure I can come again. You took it all.”

Drake placed his hands on Hannibal’s narrow hips and began to shove into him hard. “I think you can.”

Hannibal moaned softly. God, how could something hurt and yet feel so damn good. He felt his body begin to respond. Reluctantly at first, yet when Drake began thrusting into him violently, almost brutally. He felt himself stiffening between their two bodies.

“Drake. Oh, God-Drake.”

The vampire growled loudly as he continued to pound into Hannibal. The air crackling with the scent of his passion, his lust for his human.

“Mine.”

Hannibal hissed in pain as he spasmed against the vampire. Unable to release any more semen. He had no more to give. Yet this orgasm was just as powerful as the others.

Drake growled again as he came deep within his beautiful human. The thrusts slowing until it was a gentle back and forth motion.

“Hannibal?”

“I’m fine. And I thought that it was a religious experience before. You can wake the dead,” Hannibal told him in awe.

Drake chuckled softly. “I frequently have.”

“That’s not taking into consideration that you made them dead in the first place.”

“Yes.”

Hannibal reached out a hand and gently caressed the side of Drake’s face. “But not any more right? Never again?”

The vampire growled softly, nuzzling Hannibal’s palm. “Never again. I will now only kill to defend what is mine.”

“Draco?”

Drake turned to look at the sleeping kitten. “To name a few.”

“We need to find some place to live so we can wake him.”

“Yes.”

Hannibal wrapped his legs around Drake’s gently moving hips. “We can look in the newspaper after you fuck me some more and I get something to eat.”

Drake smiled down at Hannibal. “I thought you were tired.”

“Not really. I am kind of hungry, though.”

“So am I,” Drake replied, releasing his fangs. Feeling the deep shudder that coursed through his human. Heartened by the fact it was no longer in fear.

Hannibal opened his arms wide. “Come here then,” he said, turning his head to offer his neck willingly. “and I’ll take care of that for you.”