Title: Blood Red

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: Adult. Slight non-con.

Summary: A vampire, a human, blood and chains. A start of a beautiful relationship?

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

BLOOD RED

“Hmm, what have we here?” The master vampire whispered softly, looking at the bound and chained human, curiously. “Very nice to see you again…”

“Hannibal King. I’d shake you’re hand, but I’m slightly tied up at the moment” Hannibal said, rattled his chains. “and besides the last time I was free you hurt me. That wasn’t very nice.”

Drake chuckled at the look of outrage on the human’s face. “Do you like your accommodations?”

Hannibal shrugged. “It’s alright. Could use a toilet and maybe room service. I’m starving.”

Drake came close to the human, sniffing his neck. “So am I?” He smiled when Hannibal shivered. He pulled the bandaging off the wound on Hannibal’s right shoulder. Looking at the oozing wound with interest. “I am sorry about this.”

Hannibal shrugged. “Wounds of war. It happens.”

“Yes, it does.”

Drake dipped a finger into the wound slightly, collecting fresh, warm blood onto the tip. He brought it to his mouth and delicately lapped at it. Giving a small sound of approval at its taste.

“Good?” Hannibal asked, watching the vampire’s eyes dilate in hunger. Strangely he wasn’t afraid.

“Yes. Very, very good,” Drake replied. “You were one of us weren’t you?”

“Yes, but I saw the light?”

Drake smiled. “So have I?”

Curious brown eyes looked at him. “Do you like the feel of the sun on your face?”

“It has its advantages,” Drake replied, licking at the wound with his tongue.

“Stop. Please stop.”

“But why? I like the way you taste. Warm and sweet,” Drake said, angling the right shoulder toward him, lapping at the wound now oozing blood steadily. “so very sweet.”

“I didn’t like being a vampire. “I don’t want to be a vampire.”

Drake dipped his tongue into the wound. Hearing Hannibal gasp, unsure if it was from pleasure or pain. “You will not, unless I alone turn you.”

“Don’t. Stop. Please.” Hannibal begged, shivering, but not from fear.

Drake pulled away slightly. “Why?”

“I…I don’t want you to do this. Stop.”

The vampire smiled at him slightly. “I’m not doing anything. I could if you like.”

Hannibal rattled the chains. “Would you free me if I asked real nice?”

Drake titled his head slightly. “Why would I want to do that?”

Brown eyes looked at him pleadingly. “Please, before Danica comes back.”

“Are you afraid of her, Hannibal King?”

Hannibal nodded. “Oh, yeah. She’s one scary bitch.”

Drake lifted the human’s shirt. “That she is.”

“Are you afraid of her, too?”

“No.”

Hannibal sighed. “Figures. You could probably have her for breakfast, if you wanted.”

“Not for breakfast. A light snack perhaps,” Drake replied. Deciding he liked what he saw, ripped the shirt from the human’s body.

“Hey, that was an expensive t-shirt.”

Eyes looked at him curiously. “Really?”

“Na, not really. Paid five bucks for a packet of three at Wal-Mart. You owe me a t-shirt, though. That was my favorite of the three. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Are you going to ask to be freed again?” Drake asked, running his hands over the well- muscled chest.

“Would it help if I did?” The vampire shook his head. Hannibal sighed. “Oh, well, it was worth a try. What color are your eyes?”

Drake stopped caressing the human’s warm flesh. “What?”

“I asked what color your eyes are. Come on, certainly someone’s asked you during your long life.”

Drake frowned. “No. I don’t believe so.”

“Wow! Never? How about asking if they could nibble on that really pretty mouth of yours?”

Drake stopped his exploration of Hannibal’s bound body. “No, I don’t believe so,” He repeated, looking at the human curiously.

Hannibal shook his head. “That’s too bad. You really do have a pretty mouth.”

The vampire ran a forefinger over his lower lip. “You think so?”

“Oh, yeah,” Hannibal replied, watching the finger. Once he got free he really needed to get laid. After he kicked Danica, Asher and Jarko’s butts.

“Are you trying to seduce me Hannibal King?” Drake asked softly, moving closer to the human.

“Maybe. It’s been awhile since I’ve been laid. Even longer since I did a male,” Hannibal answered, truthfully.

“Laid? Did?”

“I haven’t had sex in a long time and even longer since I had sex with a male.”

“I haven’t either,” Drake told him huskily, eyeing the human’s bound body predatorily. “With anyone in a very, very long time.”

Hannibal sighed unhappily. “Yeah, our life sucks. Heh, I made a funny. Sucks-get it? Vampires suck.” He coughed uncomfortably, when Drake continued to stare at him curiously. “Sorry.”

“Hmm, I can take care of that for us both right now.”

Hannibal rattled his chains again. “Into bondage are you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, now that’s just mean. You get to touch and I just get to stand here and take it? That doesn’t seem very fair.”

“I’m the first vampire, I don’t have to be fair,” Drake told him arrogantly, running his fingers along the waistband of Hannibal’s pants.

Hannibal sucked in his abdomen at the tickling sensation. “You’re a prick, you know that?”

Drake figured out how to release the odd belt and began working on the even odder pant closure. Finally after many minutes of struggling, he had the fabric separated.

“Very nice, Hannibal King.”

Hannibal bowed as far as the chains allowed. “Thank you. I do try.”

Drake ran a finger over the tattoo on the human’s lower abdomen, gently. “Why did you renounce you kinship to our kind.”

Hannibal’s body was responding to the vampire’s touch and it was something there was no way in hell Drake was going to miss. Not with his pants spread wide open the way they were. Plus the vampire was one mighty fine looking male. For a vampire anyway.

“I like the sunlight. The way it feels against my face. Plus, I didn’t like the fact I had to suck the blood of some poor innocent to survive. I’d rather have a cheeseburger.”

“Hmm,” Drake rumbled, softly. That same finger gently stroked over the head of the human’s penis. Now growing, lengthening, and starting to ooze fluid from the tip.

“Ah,” Hannibal hissed. “Oh, God.”

Drake looked up, searching the human’s face intently. “Does this cause pleasure, Hannibal King?”

Hannibal bit his lower lip. “Oh, yeah.”

“Would you like more?”

“Hmm, depends on what’s on offer. And as long as you don’t bite me. Did that and I’d really rather have the t-shirt than go through that again.”

Drake looked over at the shirt he’d shredded from the human. “I don’t think you want the shirt.”

“I didn’t mean that… You don’t get out much do you?”

Drake began nuzzling the human’s neck. “No. I have slumbered many centuries.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Right there. Right there. Don’t bite me. Don’t bite me,” he began chanting as Drake began licking. “Please don’t bite me.”

A hand began stroking him, hard. Making Hannibal whimpered and beginning to not care if Drake did bite him.

Suddenly it stopped and Hannibal looked at the vampire in confusion. “Why’d you stop? Do I have BO?”

Drake smiled. “You are an odd human.”

“Yeah, I know. I get that a lot.”

Drake took hold of the chains binding the human and snapped them as if they weren’t made out of paper. “I do not want to make love to you here.” With that he picked up the human, up tossing him over his shoulder.

For Hannibal everything was a blur. He was beginning to feel a bit nauseous when Drake finally stopped. “I could’ve walked,” He said, swaying unsteadily. “Now I feel sick.”

Drake didn’t answer. He shoved the human hard, sending him sprawling onto something soft. Hannibal got a chance to see it was a bed before the vampire was on him. Shredding his pants and tossing the remains over the side of the bed. Drake’s own clothing disappearing as if by magic. Hannibal thinking it had to do with Drake being a shape-shifter as well as a vampire. Kinda a neat trick, that.

Hannibal wiggled against the soft bed coverings, but before he could do anything else a hard, rather cool body was covering his. Drake wasn’t cold to the touch like Danica or her creepy brother, Asher. Asher might be creepy, but he was nicer than Jarko. All three were sadist pricks, including Danica. Even though that wasn’t a nice thing to say about a girl. Come to think of it, she wasn’t much of a girl, either.

Drake’s skin felt more like that of human flesh cooled by a nice autumn breeze. Hannibal kind of liked it as he stroked Drake’s broad, very broad back. Earning a low growl from the vampire.

“You are not afraid of me?” Drake asked, curiously.

“Should I be?”

“Yes,” With that Drake shoved into him hard.

Hannibal arched up at the pain. “Ow! Lube. Lube. Lube.” He chanted as Drake began to thrust. “Lube would have been a really good thing. Not so painful, at least for me. I don’t know about you. Ow!”

This was no gently lovemaking. It was hard, fast, driving. Drake’s eyes never leaving Hannibal’s face as he thrusted so hard the human thought the vampire was going to rupture his spine.

He knew for a fact Drake had torn skin. Hannibal’s blood easing the pain of a dry entry, somewhat, but still Drake rubbing against the tore skin really stung.

“Ah. God,” Hannibal, hissed.

Drake smiled. “I am as far removed from your God as anyone can get, Hannibal King.”

“N…no kidding. Ah,” Hannibal replied, wincing. “Shit, hurts.”

Drake’s hands cupped Hannibal’s face roughly. “I am not nice. I am not human,” he was told and as if to emphasize the point the vampire thrust into him so hard the human thought he was going to pass out from the pain. “The sooner you realize it the better.”

“I already knew that, but i…it wasn’t suppose to be like t…this.”

“How was it suppose to be, Hannibal King?”

Hannibal tried wiggling a little to ease his discomfort. Blue eyes widening when Drake slide against his prostate. “Oh, like that, just like that. Now that’s good,” Hannibal moaned, softly.

Drake’s eyes narrowed as he watched the human begin to move against him. “Are you finding pleasure, Hannibal King?”

“Ah. Oh, yeah. More. More. Oh, yeah, just like that.”

Hannibal met Drake thrust for thrust. Not caring anymore that he was still bleeding, wanting only to come. Desperate to come. Pleasure overshadowing the bone-deep ache of pain as the vampire continuously scored his prostrate.

The thrusting had become more focused. More driving if that was possible as Drake watched in fascination as the human sought to gain his pleasure from him.

And pleasure it was. It could be nothing else as Hannibal panted, moving under him frenziedly. It had to hurt. There was no possible way that it couldn’t. Drake was not being gentle, yet Hannibal was taking great pleasure from him. That much was obvious.

“H…harder, Drake. Harder.”

The vampire did as he was requested watching in fascination as Hannibal’s eyes closed in pleasure. “More? Would you like more?”

“Yeah, oh-yeah. Desperate to come. Please. Please, Drake. Make me come,” Hannibal, pleaded. The vampire shoved into him hard enough to move him across the bed. Once, twice, three time and then Hannibal screamed arching up, impaling himself further as he came all over himself and Drake.

Drake ran a finger down the side of Hannibal’s sweat streaked cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself, Hannibal King?”

Hannibal gave him a weak smile. “Oh, yeah. Very much.” He replied, nibbling on the vampire’s finger, watching Drake’s eyes dilate. “Give me a second to catch my breath and we can do it again.” Hannibal wiggled. “You didn’t come did you?”

Drake shook his head. “No. I need more vigorous stimulation to achieve orgasm.”

Hannibal chuckled. “You talk like Mr. Spock. Well, if Mr. Spock got laid by Kirk and I’ve always had my suspicions about those two, I must tell you.”

Drake nuzzled the human’s neck. Gratified in some odd way when Hannibal didn’t flinch away in fear. Instead turning his head to allow the vampire access.

“Who is Mr. Spock?”

“A character from a show called Star Trek. I’ll show you an episode someday if you like.” Drake didn’t answer. Instead pulling out of the human rather roughly and flipping him over. “What are you doing?” Hannibal’s eyes widened when he felt hands separate his buttocks and a cool tongue invade his abused flesh. “Oh!”

Hannibal moaned softly as the vampire spread him further, licking deeper. Thinking hazily the touch felt good, better than good. It felt illegal. Come to think of it, it was.

Drake watched the blood ooze from Hannibal’s flesh. Taking it onto his tongue. Allowing the sweet taste to coat his mouth before swallowing. The human’s flesh was hardening again. His long legs moving restlessly against the bed.

Drake pulled away slightly, earning a moan of loss from Hannibal. “Not to worry, Hannibal King. I will do that some more,” He replied, sliding a finger into the human’s body. “Do you enjoy my touch?” he asked, encouraging the flesh to bleed.

“Oh. Yeah,” Hannibal panted, softly. “I shouldn’t, since you’re a vampire and all, but at this point I don’t really care. More?”

“Yes,” Drake told him, licking at the blood spilling freely. After many pleasure-filled minutes at least on Hannibal’s part, Drake pulled away. “Your taste is sweet.”

Hannibal crinkled his nose. “Yuck. You’re so weird.” Drake flipped him over onto his back and quickly entered him, again. “Yeow!” He complained, half-heartedly as the vampire cool body settled fully on top of him. Hannibal eyed Drake’s mouth, watching as a tongue came out to lick at the remaining blood coating the vampire’s sensual lips. “I’d ask for a kiss, but I know where that mouth’s been.”

Drake chuckled. “You could ask for a kiss anyway.”

“You’re laughing,” Hannibal said, in awe. “I didn’t think vampires could laugh, unless it’s when they’re causing someone pain. Which is really sick. Then there’s Blade, all he does is growl and look stoic. I really don’t think he has much of a sense of humor. But then nobody laughs at my jokes.”

Drake nuzzled Hannibal’s mouth. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Hannibal nuzzled back. “Me too. You’re not going to survive your confrontation with Blade. You do know that, right?”

Drake began thrusting, slower this time. “Perhaps it is right. My time has long since come and gone. The times are different. Humans are different as are vampires.”

Hannibal arched up. “Oh, yeah-that’s nice. Just like that,” He purred, softly. “It doesn’t have to be that way. We could try and figure a way for everyone to co-exist. You are the first. You could get the vampires to listen to you.”

“And the humans? Vampires cannot exist without blood.”

“There are the Familiars. They would willingly give blood and I’m sure there would be others. There are ways as long as the killing stops.”

Drake bit the tip of Hannibal’s nose. “And Blade?” he asked, licking the small hurt.

“Hmm, that’s nice. I could talk to him. Talk to Abigail. See if we could work out some sort of treaty.”

Drake began thrusting harder. Holding Hannibal close, liking his mortal warmth. “And if it doesn’t work?”

Hannibal spread his legs wider, before wrapping them around Drake’s waist. “Have you ever been to Oakland? I hear it’s very pretty this time of year.”

Drake chuckled softly. “Oakland? No, I don’t believe I have ever heard of Oakland.”

“I love your laugh. A vampire who has a sense of humor. Who’d have ever thunk it? If it doesn’t work, wanna run away with me to Oakland?”

“Yes, I think perhaps I would like that.”

Drake blinked at the brilliant smile the human gave him. It was as if he’d given Hannibal the sun, the moon and the stars. Perhaps in some odd way he had.

“Cool.” Hannibal kissed the vampire gently. “Yuck. You still have some of my blood on your lips. Gross.”

Drake smiled. “Yes, I do and it is very sweet blood, indeed. I would like to taste it again.”

“Alright. Just as long as you don’t turn me.” Hannibal frowned. “Hey?”

Drake stopped thrusting. “What?”

“No, don’t stop moving. Can you live on my blood alone? Without turning me? Because were practically engaged now. And frankly Drake, my dear, I don’t share.”

The vampire stroked Hannibal’s sweat soaked hair off his face, meeting the solemn brown eyes looking up at him. “You are a very odd human. And to answer your question-yes. I can live on your blood alone and without turning you.”

Hannibal gave the vampire another brilliant smile. Drake thought he could live on that smile alone without ever needing another drop of blood. That was something unique to him since he’d been created. Needing blood to survive, now knowing it wasn’t the only thing he needed.

“Cool. One last thing?”

“Yes?”

Hannibal stroked the heavily-muscled buttocks encouraging its driving motion. “Can you come for me now? I need you to come for me now.”

Drake buried his face against the human’s neck. “Yes. Oh, yes. I think I can do that.” Shuddering he spilled deep within Hannibal’s willing body. Wondering what kind of place this Oakland was?