Title: City of Sin:
Anger
Author: Angelee
Fandom: Blade Trinity
Pairing:
Drake/Hannibal King
Rating: Adult
Summary: Don’t be mad.
Beta: By my sister
Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with
apologies.
City of Sin:
Anger
“Drake, please don’t be mad at me.”
Hannibal
carefully laid the sleeping kitten on top of one of the beds. Checking into the Venetian, in Las
Vegas had done some damage. Especially when they’d been asked how many
beds they needed and Hannibal had
frozen. Finally asking
for two, without even looking at Drake.
The vampire had walked down the steps into the living room
area without even looking around the hotel room. Now he was staring out the large
windows.
Hannibal walked
toward him, laying his head against Drake’s broad back. “Drake?”
“I am angry, Hannibal King,” the vampire growled softly in
warning.
“I know and I’m sorry.”
“I have never slept apart from you since the moment I took
you.”
Hannibal rubbed
his face against the vampire’s soft shirt.
“I know.”
“You’ve hurt me.”
“I know. I’m sorry,”
Hannibal tentatively wrapped his arms around Drake’s body. Sighing softly when the touch wasn’t
encouraged nor was it rejected.
“Are you ashamed of me, Hannibal King?”
“No,” Hannibal
replied hurriedly. “No,” he said softer.
“I love you.”
“Then whey did you tell the female that we would require two
beds instead of one?”
“I did it before I thought.
I think I’m still fighting with the morals of the day. Two men sleeping together is
frowned on. It’s not because I’m
ashamed of you. When she asked I….I …”
“I will not have you sleeping apart from me, Hannibal King. Not now, not ever.”
“I wouldn’t want that either. We can use the other bed for Draco.”
Hannibal heard a
deep rumble coming from within the vampire’s chest. “I thank you for naming the kitten after one
of my many aliases.”
“The kitten seems to like you better than me anyway. Are you still mad at me?” Hannibal
asked, his hands traveling down the big chest to rest between the vampire’s
legs.
“Yes.”
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Hannibal
asked softly, gently rubbing.
Encouraging the flesh to rise and lengthen. It really didn’t need that much encouragement
as it hardened very impressively in his hands.
“Want my ass?”
“I can have that whenever I want.”
“Well, yeah-that’s true.
Want my blood?”
Drake began to thrust into Hannibal’s
cupping hands. “I can have that whenever
I want as well.”
“True. What can I do
to make it up to you?”
Drake turned, quickly gathering Hannibal
into his arms. “I wish to feed and then
I shall claim you-hard.”
Hannibal tilted
his head offering his neck. “Alright.”
Drake growled softly, baring his fangs. “As if you have a choice.”
Hannibal hissed
when the fangs pierced his neck. It was
the first time Drake had bitten that high up. He gave a low moan of pain when
he felt the vampire begin to draw blood.
“Drake. Oh, God-Drake.” The
vampire tilted Hannibal’s head
farther back, exposing him even more. Teeth going in even deeper. Hannibal
began panting softly as the pain increased.
“Drake. Hurts. Hurts.” He gave a small whimper of pain.
That seemed to bring the vampire to his senses as he pulled
his fangs out slowly. “I almost turned
you, Hannibal King. Despite the warnings
you gave,” He said licking at the droplets escaping the rapidly closing
wounds. “Next time you betray me I may
not be able to control it and I ‘will’ turn you. And there will not be a damn thing you can do
about it.” With that he bore Hannibal
down to the carpeted floor.
What followed was one of the most violent lovemaking and yet
the most loving Hannibal had ever
experienced. Drake had torn his clothing
quickly exposing him to the vampire’s angrily flashing blue eyes.
Hannibal arched
up moaning in pain as Drake took him.
The only contact between them was thrusting hard into Hannibal’s
aching flesh. The vampire was not
touching him anywhere else.
Hannibal could
have cried with the lack of contact between them. Drake was extremely tactical. Always touching, caressing, and petting him
like a much loved pet. Not this
time. Drake was pissed and Hannibal
was going to pay.
Hannibal wiped
the tears coursing down his face with the back of his hand. “Drake?” he whimpered softly
as the vampire thrust into him hard enough to raise his body off the carpeted
floor. “I’m sorry.”
Drake didn’t answer.
He simply flipped Hannibal
onto his stomach and increased the violent motions of his body into his
human. Earning a
startled cry from Hannibal. Drake watched his
body invading Hannibal’s for a
time. Ignoring the
fact that Hannibal was not responding. At this point not really needing him to. He was that angry.
“I will not have you denying me, Hannibal King,” Drake
growled as he flipped his human back on to his back. Shoving back into Hannibal with a
violence that had the human whimpering in real pain. He had torn skin again. His nostrils flaring
as he smelt Hannibal’s blood.
Suddenly the anger he had felt at Hannibal’s
betray vanished as if never having been.
He lowered his body to cover that of his violently shivering human. “You are mine,” he whispered softly as he
licked at the tears coursing down Hannibal’s
face. “Never forget that. You are mine.”
Hannibal sighed
softly as he wrapped his legs around Drake’s waist. “I won’t.
I can’t. I’m yours. I’m yours.
I’m yours. Always. Always.” His arms reaching up to
pull the vampire closer. Sighing again, this time contently. “I love your body against mine. I missed it.”
“I was here, Hannibal King.”
“Yeah, but you were so pissed, you kept yourself from
me. The only thing of yours really
touching me was your prick.”
Drake wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s
head. Cocooning him in
the vampire’s warmth and scent.
“Better?”
“Yes,” Hannibal
replied, running his hands over the broad back of his vampire to finally end at
the tight ass, still moving. Only this
time carefully, gently. Hannibal
began moving with him. Angling his hips
to where the vampire scored his prostate with every thrust. “Oh, now that’s more like it,” he moaned
softly. “So good.”
Drake chuckled softly.
“You are so easy.”
Hannibal smiled
up at him. “Oh, yeah. But only with you.”
“It better be only with me,” Drake growled softly.
Hannibal
shivered. “It will be. You’re one scary dude when you’re pissed.”
Drake smiled again only this time releasing his fangs. “You have not seen me truly angry, Hannibal
King.”
Hannibal’s eyes
widened. “Oh, man. That’s just scary.” He smiled up at Drake, cupping the flexing
ass firmly. “It also a real turn on.”
Drake licked at the remaining tears with the tip of his
tongue. “I did not mean to make you cry,
Hannibal King. I regret that most of all.”
Hannibal sighed
softly. “It was when you denied me your
warmth. You withheld a part of yourself
that I’ve come to rely on deeply. It
wasn’t so much that you were being really rough. That-I’m use to and I kinda like it.” His eyes filled with tears again. “But you weren’t touching me with your hands
or your body, only with your dick. That
hurt the most of all. I love it when you
touch me.”
Drake began thrusting hard, wanting to finish. “I will remember that.”
“You won’t do it again.
I mean stop touching me… you know in that special way,” Hannibal
asked in a small voice. Hating that he was sounding so pathetic.
With a grimace Drake spilled his seed deep within his
human. With a soft growl he laid his
body fully on top of Hannibal.
“No. I will never
again withhold my touch from you. I
never realized fully how much it meant to you.”
Hannibal sighed
happily when Drake covered him in his warmth.
A big, warm fuzzy vampire blanket. Not that he’d ever tell Drake that. “I’ve never really been touched. Not in a way that means anything. At least not till now and I miss it when
you’re not touch me. I need it now as
much as I need to breath and eat.”
Drake nuzzled his neck releasing his fangs to gently run
them over sensitive skin. Smiling when Hannibal shivered.
“I will remember that,” he said against the human’s warm
flesh.
“Are you going to feed again?” Hannibal
asked again, wrapping his legs tighter around Drake’s once again moving
body. The vampire was unstoppable when
he went into making love mode.
“Do you want me too?”
“Maybe a little, while you’re loving
me,” Hannibal replied in a small,
trembling voice. Knowing he sounded vulnerable, but he didn’t care.
“Alright.”
Drake sank his fangs deep into Hannibal’s
shoulder. Hearing his
human’s soft cry of pleasure/pain.
Feeling how much Hannibal like it
by the hardening flesh between their two bodies. He wasn’t going to take much, just enough to
bring Hannibal to completion.
“Oh, God-that’s so good,” Hannibal
whispered softly, eyes closing as he gave himself up to the pleasure the
vampire offered. “So
good.”
He began meeting Drake’s thrusts with his own. Arching up hard enough to
lift the vampire. That in itself not easy, being as Drake was really
heavy.
Drake growled softly.
Allowing his fangs to go deeper. Not drawing blood. Earning another soft cry
and a release of warm wetness between their closely twined bodies. He followed seconds later.
When awareness came, they were on the bed with Hannibal
on top of Drake. Head
resting against the left side of his chest. The vampire had one hand
gently stroking Hannibal’s back
with the other massaging the human’s scalp.
“Hmm.”
“Better?”
Hannibal pressed
his head closer against Drake’s chest listening to the gently beating
heart. “Oh, yeah. I really like the way you make up. But let’s not fight ever again.”
Drake chuckled. “I do
not think that is possible. But I do
promise when we fight I will continue to touch you. So you know that even though we are fighting
I still care for you very much.”
“You love me. Just
admit it.”
“Alright.”
Hannibal wanted
to look up and meet the vampire’s eyes, but he was too comfortable.
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Cool. Wanna walk the
strip now?”
Drake made himself comfortable against the very nice
bed. Holding tightly
to his human as he did so. “Not
just yet. In a while,” he replied,
pulling the blankets up to cover them both.
“In a very long while.”