Title:  Twinkling Lights

Author:  Angelee

Fandom:  Blade Trinity

Pairing:  Hannibal King/Drake

Rating:  Adult

Summary: How does one spend Christmas with a vampire.

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

Note:  Contains bloodplay.  Do NOT read if offended by such.

 

Twinkling Lights

 

“What do you think?”

 

“About what, Hannibal King?”

 

Hannibal sighed heavily in exasperation.  “Our Christmas tree.  What do you think?”

 

Drake looked up from his contemplation of what Hannibal called ‘tinsel’.  “Nice.”

 

Hannibal sighed again.  “Nice?  Just nice?  I’ve been working all fucking morning on our tree and all you say is ‘Nice’?”

 

Drake smiled at him.  “Very nice.”

 

Hannibal rolled his eyes at him.  “Geez, party pooper.  Our first Christmas together and I get saddled with a party pooping vampire.”

 

Drake dropped the tinsel opening his arms wide.  “Come here, Hannibal King.”

 

His human went willingly.  Gathered close against a massive chest.  “I just wanted our first Christmas together to be special, you know?”  he whispered softly, dejectedly.

 

Drake gently stroked his head.  “I know.  But I know nothing of Christmas.  Besides from what you’ve told me.  This person’s birth we are suppose to be celebrating would not have liked me very much.”

 

Hannibal opened the vampire’s billowy shirt.  “Probably.  You slept through the whole thing, huh?  Besides once he got to know you he would have loved you, just like I do.”

 

Drake cupped Hannibal’s face.  “I am not so sure, Hannibal King.  But thank you for the thought.”

 

“Well, I love you,” Hannibal told him as consolation.  “Besides Christmas is also about presents, lots of food and snow, Christmas trees and lots of twinkling lights.”  He opened Drake’s shirt wide, running his hands over the vampire’s chest.  “Drake?”

 

The vampire watched warm hands explore his body.  “Yes, Hannibal King?”

 

“Can I…hmm…you know?”

 

“What?”

 

Hannibal teased a dark nipple, lowering his head to suck on it gently.  “You know?”  he said teasing it with his beard.

 

“No, I don’t.  You’ll have to explain it to me.”

 

Hannibal sighed unhappily.  “Why are you being so difficult?  I want to taste you again.  Okay?  There, I said it.  Happy now?”

 

Drake chuckled, “Very.  Here or in the bedroom?”

 

“Bedroom.  Cause your going to fuck me through the mattress after.”

 

Drake picked the human up and slung him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing.  “Again?  I think that I took you not even two hours ago.”

 

Hannibal really liked the view.  He ran his hands over a very cute, very tight butt.  “Nice.  You did, but I want you again.  Fuck me till I bleed.  I seem to be healing really fast for some reason, so I can take it.”

 

Drake tossed him on the bed, chuckling when Hannibal almost bounced off.  “As you wish.”

 

“Ouch.  You won’t be able to fuck me if you break me?”

 

Drake launched himself on top of the human.  Uncaring that it took the air out of him.  “I can still take you even if you are broken.  I have done it many times.  I like it when you are broken,” he replied, shredding Hannibal’s clothing off his body.  “Especially when you bleed.”

 

Hannibal sighed.  “I wish you’d quit doing that.  I don’t have any jeans left and only one t-shirt.  I’ll have to walk around naked.”

 

Drake flipped him onto his stomach.  “Something I would truly detest.”

 

Hannibal snort.  “Yeah, right.  My ass readily available when ever you wanted.  Detest my hairy butt.  Ow.  Lube.  Lube.  Lube.”  He yelped as Drake shoved into him without ceremony and no lubrication whatsoever.  “Damn.  That hurts.”

 

Drake pulled him onto his hands and knees.  “It’s suppose to,” He replied, “I want you to bleed.”  Starting a rhythm that had both the bed and Hannibal bouncing wildly.

 

“Ow!  Ow!  Easy, easy.”

 

“I don’t want easy,” the vampire growled, shoving into Hannibal so hard, he could literally feel flesh tear.

 

“Oh, God,” Hannibal moaned softly as Drake began fucking him without mercy.  “I…I…Ow, thought you were going to let me taste you.  Shit, that really hurts.  More, Drake.  More.”

 

“I am.  But later.  Much, much later.”

 

Hannibal lowered his head, raising his butt to allow Drake complete access.  It hurt.  Yet mixing into the pain was deep, deep pleasure.  Drake knew how to fuck him.  Knew exactly how far to push.  It still kind of surprised Hannibal how kinky he really was.

 

Drake had his hands on Hannibal’s hips driving his human back hard, violently.  The human squirming as if unsure whether to fight free or to meet him. 

 

“Oh, God.  That hurts.  You do know that you’re gonna have to pay my doctor bills when you rupture my insides, right.”

 

“You will be fine, Hannibal King.”

 

“H…how, oh, oh, right there.  That feels so fucking good.  How do you know?”

 

Drake increased the pounding into no longer fragile, human flesh.  “My blood.  It is the reason you are healing faster than before.  Why I can take you so hard, make you bleed and hours later you are ready for more.”

 

“Ah, God…hurts.  I just thought I liked getting fucked.”

 

Drake chuckled softly.  “Added to the fact you are insatiable, my human.  More than a match for me.”

 

“Cool.  I’m a match for the First.  I like that.”

 

Drake flipped Hannibal onto his back, reentering him so quickly Hannibal didn’t have a chance to miss him.  “Oh, yes.  More than a match for me.”

 

The violent lovemaking calmed and slowed as Hannibal wrapped his legs around the large body of his vampire lover.

 

“Drake?”

 

“Hmm?”  Drake bared his fangs, sliding them deep into Hannibal’s shoulder.  Hearing him gasped, feeling Hannibal pull his head, encouragingly.  It still surprised him how his human allowed him this. 

 

Especially with everything Hannibal had gone through.  He could give him this without question.  He sank his fangs in deeper.  Enjoying the sweet warm taste of Hannibal.  Drake could not get enough of it.  Sweet, pure ambrosia.  He had feed on legions of humans, turned many of them, but in his vast life had never tasted a human as sweet as Hannibal.

 

Drake growled as he sank his fangs just a little deeper.  His body moving gently into the one under him.  Needing to get as close as possible.  Slowly, very slowly, reluctantly he pulled away, retracting his fangs.  Licking the wound with his tongue, until it began to seal.

 

He began to thrust with all his considerable power into the body under him.  Watching as Hannibal’s eyes darkened to midnight black.  “You had a question for me, Hannibal King?”

 

Hannibal gripped Drake’s forearms, using it as leverage, meeting the vampire thrust for thrust.

 

“Oh, God-that really hurts.”

 

Drake smiled continuing to pound into him.  “That was your questions?”

 

“Hmm, no.  Can I do you one of these days?” Drake stopped moving.  “No, don’t stop. I like it when you fuck me, even when it hurts.”

 

“You would like to do the same to me?”

 

“Can I?”  Hannibal asked hopefully.

 

Drake thought about it for a moment.  Giving Hannibal a decidedly wolfish grin.  “Are you up to the challenge?”

 

Hannibal frowned at him.  “You think I’m not.”

 

Drake lowered his face until it was inches from his humans.  “Never said that.”

 

“Can I fuck you then?”

 

“I will consider it.”

 

Hannibal tightened his inner muscles, smiling when Drake growled.  “Wanna fuck you.”

 

“I said that I will consider it.”

Hannibal did it again, earning an even louder growl.  “I don’t want you to consider it.  Yes or no.”

 

“Are you threatening me?”

 

“Nope, I wanna be equal in this odd relationship we got going here.”

 

Drake frowned down at Hannibal.  “I am the First.”

 

Hannibal rolled his eyes.  “We’re in the bedroom, that doesn’t mean shit.”

 

Drake chuckled softly.  “You are right, Hannibal King.  Yes, you can fuck me.”

 

Hannibal gave him a brilliant smile.  “Really?”

 

“I said it, didn’t I?”

 

“Cool.”

 

Drake thrust into the human under him with brutal deliberation.  Hard, thrust, one after another, after another.  Making sure the human under him felt every last inch of him.

 

“Do not be so smug,” he growled, softly.

 

Hannibal hissed.  “Ow!  Damn, that fucking hurts.”

 

“Good.”

 

Hannibal frowned.  “You’re really mean.”

 

Drake smiled down at him.  Allowing his fangs free reign.  “Oh, yes.  I am.”  Continuing to thrust, hard, violently.

 

Hannibal shivered.  “Wow, now that’s a turn on.”

 

“Like it?”

 

Hannibal reached down and began to stroke himself, moving into the rhythm the vampire had set.  “Oh, yeah.”

 

Drake watched with interest.  “Come for me, Hannibal King.”

 

The human closed his eyes, arching up and back one final time, splattering himself and Drake.   “Oh, God-that was so fucking good,” he whispered softly, going completely and totally limp.

 

Drake thrust for a time unhindered into the almost unconscious body under him.  He could continue to do this for as long as he wanted.  Deciding he wanted something else for the time being, pulled out.  Earning a moan of loss and pain from Hannibal.   Flipping the human onto his stomach he buried his face into the warm flesh of his buttocks.

 

Hannibal arched up in shock.  “Ah, damn, but you’re one kinky vampire.”

 

Drake growled burying his tongue deeper into the human’s body.   He had made Hannibal bleed.  He had already fed off the willing human, but he wasn’t about to turn his back on fresh, warm blood.  Hannibal could take it and more.  The sharing of the vampire’s blood had seen to it that Hannibal could take whatever Drake wanted.

 

He didn’t even have to coax Hannibal.  His human more than willing to do whatever Drake wanted.  Except to be turned. 

 

Drake spread the soft, warm flesh wider, growling loudly. He sought Hannibal’s blood hungrily.  Making his human hiss in pleasure.  Trying desperately to rise to his knees.  It wasn’t allowed as Drake forced him back down with a hand to his lower back.

 

“Drake, please,” he begged.  “More, more.   You’re going to make me come again.  Please more.” Drake gave it to him.  Going between Hannibal’s legs he began to pump him-hard.  Hannibal threw his head back, moaning.  He couldn’t move.  Drake wasn’t allowing him to move.  He came with a harsh cry.  It hurt, it was to soon.  How could something so painful, give so much pleasure?  He had no semen left to give.  Yet his penis spasmed as if he did.  Hannibal gave a weak moan then nothing.

 

***

 

Hannibal rubbed his face against something hard.  That was kind of familiar.

 

“D…Drake?”

 

A soft rumbling chuckled.  “Who else?”

 

“Hmm,” Hannibal rubbed his head against Drake’s chest, again.  “Well, I was kinda of hoping for Brad Pitt.”

 

Hands gently caressed his head.  “Who?”

 

“Never mind.”  Hannibal raised his head in surprise.  “You’ve got a heartbeat.  Since when have you had a heartbeat?”

 

Drake ran a finger over his nose.  “Since the moment you tasted my blood.”

 

“So it goes both ways, huh?”  Hannibal told him smiling smugly.  “We have a relationship of equals.”

 

“I am still the First.”

 

Hannibal straddled Drake, looking down at him.  “Yeah, but we’re sort of equals, huh?”

 

The vampire chuckled softly.  “Yes, Hannibal King.  A relationship of- sort of equals.”

 

“Cool,” Hannibal looked down at his speculatively.  “Can I…”

 

“Yes, Hannibal King-you can.”

 

“Cool.  Wanna go watch the twinkling lights of our Christmas tree after?”

 

Drake sat up, easily carrying the human with him.  Hannibal watched with fascination as the vampire once again sliced his skin with his forefinger.  “Yes, but much, much later,” he replied, pulling his human toward him.