Title: Twinkling Lights II

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: Adult

Summary:

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

Note: Story contains bloodplay. Do NOT read if offended by such. Quirk alert as well-with the same warning. Picks up right after Twinkling Lights.

Twinkling Lights II

“Hmm,” Hannibal murmured softly. Licking at the slowly oozing blood, with the tip of his tongue. He gave the vampire a mischievous look.

Drake frowned at him, giving a small questioning growl, pulling Hannibal’s head closer to his chest.

Hannibal resisted, delicately nibbling and sucking at the torn skin. “Nope. I wanna take my time. Cause I know once this is over you’re gonna fuck me through the mattress again,” he whispered.

“There was never a question that I would take you again, Hannibal King. You are after all mine,” Drake replied, running his finger through the oozing blood. Offering it to the watching human.

Hannibal licked at it delicately. Not taking it into his mouth the way Drake obviously wanted him to. “I want to do the taking too.”

“And you shall, but when I say.”

Hannibal frowned. “That’s not spontaneous. That’s not equal.”

“I am the First.”

Hannibal’s frown deepened. “That doesn’t mean shit in here. I want your ass.”

Drake ran his finger through the blood again, rubbing it over his left nipple. “And you shall have it.”

“When you say?”

“Yes.”

Hannibal gave him an outraged look. “Well, that just sucks.”

“The blood will cease to flow, Hannibal King.”

“Well, I’m not sure I want it any more.”

Drake gave him a superior look. “Of course you do. Your mouth is practically watering at the thought of tasting my blood again.”

“That’s true,” Hannibal reluctantly admitted. “But I can resist.”

Drake smiled offering his blood coated finger to his annoyed human. “No, you can’t.”

Hannibal looked at it. “You suck.”

“I do many things to you, Hannibal King-that you truly enjoy.”

“I’m going to run away from home one of these days.”

Drake chuckled softly. “I will find you.’

Hannibal sighed. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Hannibal eyes the finger inches from his mouth. “No, I don’t. Alright, I call uncle. But I’m not a happy camper, I’ll have you know.”

“Duly noted. Drink.”

Hannibal took the finger into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Sighing softly when Drake reached behind him with his free hand sliding back into him with no resistance whatsoever.

Hannibal moved back, feeling every inch of the vampire. He pulled free of the finger, gasping loudly. “Oh, God,” he whispered hoarsely. “I love the way you feel when you’re in me.” Going after Drake’s blood with a vengeance. Licking, biting at the invulnerable flesh.

Drake’s only response was loud a rumbling growl as he began thrusting up.

Hannibal sucked on a nipple hungrily, moving with every thrust of Drake’s body into his. His tongue swabbing at the oozing blood now coating it.

Drake arched his head back growling louder, arms wrapping Hannibal ever tighter him.

Hannibal loved the taste of Drake. His tongue going deep into the torn flesh as he sought more of his blood. Hearing the loud growling coming from above him. Feeling Drake as the vampire thrust up, moving them both. He deliberately smeared blood all over his face, lifting it.

Drake started at him intently for a moment before bending his own head, licking at the blood with sensual swipes of his tongue.

“Oh, God, “Hannibal whispered softly. Slowly rising and lowering himself onto Drake. “That is so good. So fucking good.”

Drake rumbled softly as if in agreement, continuing to lick at Hannibal’s face. Pulling him hard against his body. Hannibal moaned softly. Hands gripped his buttocks, spreading them wide, allowing the vampire to slip in even further.

Hannibal moaned again. “Oh, man, I can feel every inch of you. Every fucking inch.”

“You are suppose to, Hannibal King. You are mine,” Drake whispered against his cheek. Giving Hannibal’s beard tiny swipes. Loving the way it felt against his tongue.

“Drake. Oh, God-Drake,” Hannibal gasped, moving faster against the vampire. The rise to orgasm coming faster. He could feel it in the curling of his toes and in the way his blood burned. It was going to be good, so fucking good.

Drake licked down the side of Hannibal’s neck, when he reached his shoulder he allowed his fangs to release. Sliding them deep.

Hannibal screamed as he came. It hurt, it actually hurt as the semen splashed between them. He moved violently against Drake. Unsure if he wanted more or he wanted it to stop. Drake never released his hold on Hannibal. Feeling him go completely limp as he once again lost consciousness.

He continued to feed on his human for several minutes, before retracting his fangs, laying Hannibal gently against the bedding. Looking down at his semen spattered belly and at his penis still very much a part of Hannibal, trying to decide what he wanted to do. Smiling he carefully pulled free, earning a small whimper from his human. If from pain or the fact they were no longer connected Drake did not know.

Still smiling he lowered his head.

***

“Hmm,” Hannibal moaned softly. Unwilling to open his eyes just yet. It had been a good one. Really, really good. Drake was going to be the death of him. He smiled inwardly. But what a way to go.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open. “D…Drake, what are you doing?” he asked tentatively. The only response he got was a deep rumble. Hannibal gasped. “Drake? Drake? Hmm, you’re not doing what it feels like you’re doing, right?” Another rumble. “Hmm, you do know that part you’re, hmmm, doing whatever you’re doing to is not only practical, but brings me hours and hours of pleasure?” He felt Drake rumble again. “I mean if you damaged it, it could cause serious consequences to our playtime.”

Hannibal tried pushing Drake’s head away, to find that the vampire did not take kindly to that. He gasped slightly when he slid deeper into Drake’s mouth. It was hot. Vampire’s mouths weren’t suppose to be hot. Were they? He hadn’t been in many vampires’ mouth so he wasn’t really sure. But he figure that was the case as they didn’t have a heart to pump all the blood they stole from all those innocents. Oh, no wait. Drake now had a heartbeat so Hannibal guessed it stood to reason that his mouth would be hot. Right?

“Drake? Drake, please…That feels really good, but….Hmm. Are your fangs out? Please tell me that’s not your fangs I’m feeling against my most favorite anatomy.”

Hannibal felt his legs open wider, his knees bent as he began lifting and lowering himself, despite his best judgment. His body had its own ideas and it liked what Drake was doing.

“Oh, man-I am so screwed,” He gasped when Drake rumbled a chuckle against him. He raised himself slightly to watch what the vampire was doing. It was hot. Really hot. He flopped back down and began to thrust up with more force. He’d never in his entire life had as much sex as he did, now that he was involved with the vampire. And the vampire was one kinky fellow too. Making all of Hannibal’s secret fantasy come to life and some he never would have thought of in a million years, but wished he had.

He moaned softly when a hand came up and stopped him from thrusting. “Oh, man. Come on, Drake. I’m so close. Please, Let me come.” The hand pushed down harder when Hannibal fought him on it. “Oh, please….OH. MY. GOD,” he screamed when he felt the vampire slide his fangs just below the base of his penis. “Oh, God, oh God,” he chanted as they slid deeper. “Drake, oh, God, Drake.”

It didn’t hurt. It should, it really should, but it didn’t. All he felt was overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure. He felt his hands come up and pull the vampire closer. He hadn’t lost his erection, quite the opposite; he was harder than a rock inside the vampire’s mouth. Oozing steadily down the working throat. He began panting violently as Drake began to draw blood. Adding to the pleasure.

“Oh, God-Drake. You’re going to kill me,” he whimpered softly. Feeling the fangs slide a little deeper. “I’ve died and gone to vampire heaven. Where this really hot vampire. The First vampire, actually. Takes a liking to me and takes me for his love slave and all he does is make love to me all day and all fucking night. Never lets me rests. Just keeps fucking me. And then he shares his blood with me and makes me invulnerable like him and t…then h…he keeps on fucking me till I can’t see straight. Then on Christmas Eve he does the kinkiest thing possible and I like it. I really, really like it and I’m about ready to come, I like it so much.” Hannibal stops his ranting when he does what he says and comes harder than he ever had in his life. Spilling more semen down the vampire’s throat than he ever thought possible considering. It went on for what felt like an eternity and Drake took it all. Seeking for more even when Hannibal had no more to give. Whimpering softly as the vampire quested hungrily for more.

When Hannibal came back to awareness Drake was back in him, pounding him hard into the mattress.

“Oh, man-you’re gonna be the death of me,” he moaned softly, wrapping his arms and legs around the moving body above him.

Drake chuckled. “You will not die because of what we do, Hannibal King. My blood will see to it.”

“Hmm, did you leave my body part attached?”

Drake smiled at him. “Attached and more than willing to continue our play.”

Hannibal frowned at him. “You’re one royally kinky vampire. Where did you learn that trick?”

Drake’s smile deepened. “I have my secrets.”

“More secrets. I could get an inferiority complex, here-you do know that right?”

“I doubt that,” Drake told him, increasing the rhythm of his body into the one under him.

“Oh, God-that feels good,” Hannibal replied, running his hands up and down the very broad back of the vampire. “So when are you gonna let me have your ass?”

“Soon,” Drake told him, licking the side of Hannibal’s neck as he thrust hard.

“How soon?”

“Before the night is over.”

Hannibal smiled up at him. “Cool.” Suddenly the smile vanished.

Drake slowed the motions of his body. “What is wrong, Hannibal King?”

“No, no don’t stop. It’s just that-I just realized that…”

“What?” Drake asked softly, resuming his thrusting.

Hannibal looked up at him with a look of wonder and awe. “I just realized that for the first time in my life I’m not scared.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Very good. Considering the things you do to me. A very good thing,”

“I’m glad.” Drake replied, pulling out quickly. Flipping Hannibal onto his hands and knees and just as quickly reentering with a hard shove. Ignoring the whimpering protest as he began thrusting into his human with all his might. Knowing Hannibal could take it despite his protests to the contrary. “Very, very glad.”