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.