Title: Twinkling Lights 5

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: Adult

Summary: Will they ever get to look at their tree?

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

Twinkling Lights 5

“Oh, man,” Hannibal said looking over the edge of the tub. “We made a mess.”

Drake nibbled on his neck gently. “You made the mess with all you wiggling about. But I will help you clean it, Hannibal King,” he whispered gently against his skin.

“Drake?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m cold, not to mention, I’m really hungry. Can we get out of the tub so I can eat? Since you’ve already had breakfast?”

“It wasn’t breakfast. It was a light snack. But yes we can get out.”

Drake helped Hannibal out, careful of the spilled water. Reaching over to the towel rack he pulled one down and quickly wrapped his human in it. Using another he dried Hannibal’s hair.

Hannibal held still for the vampire’s ministrations. He was loving all the attention he was getting. When Drake sought his mouth for a kiss, he met it hungrily. They kissed for a long time. Drake angling Hannibal’s head back as his tongue went deep.

When they finally pulled away. “Oh, man-can you kiss.” Hannibal told him panting.

The vampire nuzzled his face, searching for another kiss. Lifting his human easily into his arms. Hannibal wrapped his legs around his waist. “Drake-oh-God, Drake.”

With a hard shove the vampire entered him. “Hannibal King,” Drake growled softly.

“Oh God, oh God-you feel so good.”

“Mine, Mine,” Drake hissed as he thrust into Hannibal’s willing body.

Hannibal wrapped his arms around the vampire’s. Seeking Drake’s mouth, groaning when he felt warm fluid fill his insides.

“Good. God-that’s good.” He smiled at his vampire. “You spend so much time in my ass I should charge you rent. But…hmm-Drake?”

“What?” Drake asked, nibbling on Hannibal’s neck again.

“Wanna get out of me, so I can eat? I’m starving.”

“If you would let me turn you-you could feed on me and never need food again.”

Hannibal dug his fingers into the vampire’s soft hair, forcing his face up. “We talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Yes,” Drake reluctantly admitted.

“You promised.”

“Yes.”

Hannibal met his eyes. “You ever try and turn me against my will. When I get my senses back, I’ll leave you and go somewhere you’ll never find me. Clear?”

“I will find you,” Drake, growled. “I will always find you.”

“Are you sure? I can be damn sneaky, if I have to. Do you really wanna test it?”

Drake wrapped his arms around his human, holding him close. “No. I would miss you.”

Hannibal chuckled softly. “Only because I’m an easy lay.”

“I suppose. But I would miss your presence as well. The way you smile at me. The way you look at me when I’m inside of you. You’re stupid jokes.”

“I thought you liked my jokes,” Hannibal replied, hurt.

“Only some of them.”

Hannibal touched his forehead to the vampire’s. “Drake?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna get out of my ass so I can eat before I whittle away to nothing and go poof. And there’s no more Hannibal King.”

“Alright,” Drake replied, reluctantly. Pulling free of Hannibal, but not before giving him a possessive kiss.

***

Breakfast for Hannibal consisted of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. Drake watched him eat. Not yet fully integrating himself to the idea of human food.

“So after breakfast wanna look at our tree. There’s something there for you.”

“Really?” Drake asked him curiously. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out?”

Hannibal got up from the kitchen table placing his dishes in the sink. One hand going to his waist to hold up his slipping towel. He’d been too hungry to dress. A night of fucking he was so hungry he could have eaten not only everything in the fridge, but the fridge itself.

“Hannibal King, why do you hold you towel. I have seen all of you there is to see. You need not be modest.”

Hannibal turned smiling at him. “That’s true.” With that he dropped the towel, turning to face the vampire. “You’ve seen all of me and then some. I need to exercise. Haven’t been to the gym in months. I’m gonna lose my muscles.” He flexed his arms then his upper body. A sudden noise brought his head up and toward Drake. The vampire had knocked over the chair and was staring at him with possessive intensity. And come toward him fast. To Hannibal he’d never looked so dangerous or so beautiful. “Oh, man-that could be scary if it wasn’t so fucking hot,” Hannibal whispered, just before Drake swooped him up into his arms.