Title: Grateful For

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Hannibal King/Drake

Rating: Adult

Summary: A gift is given on Thanksgiving Day.

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

Note: Blood play. Don’t read if offended by such.

Grateful For

“Where have you been?”

Hannibal startled slightly as he placed the bag of groceries on the kitchen table. “Went to the store to get us some things to make for Thanksgiving.”

“You were gone a long time.”

Hannibal turned to face the shadows where he knew Drake was hidden. “Not that long. You were asleep when I left and I didn’t want to wake you.”

The shadows spoke. “You should have.”

Hannibal frowned. “Why? I only went to the store.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a huge turkey. “Look, this baby is going to make the best Thanksgiving dinner ever, you wait and see. And I got us cranberries and stuff to make mashed potatoes and there’s even a pumpkin pie. You’re gonna love it. It’s great with whipped cream. Hmm, whipped cream. Ow! Drake?”

The vampire finally separated from the shadows and had grabbed him-hard. “I don’t like you wandering this place called Oakland without me.”

Hannibal frowned. “I can take care of myself.”

“Not against a coven of vampire.”

Drake was referring to Danica and her merry band. “Ouch! Did you have to bring that up? I lost five years of my life to that bitch. I’d rather forget.”

The vampire dug his fingers into his hair pulling his head back painfully. “I won’t have you taken again,” he said, nuzzling Hannibal’s exposed throat, hungrily. “I will kill with out mercy those that touch what is mine.”

“You’re in a really weird mood,” Hannibal replied, holding completely still.

Drake growled, tearing the t-shirt Hannibal wore as if it were paper. Without saying a word, released his fangs, sliding them deep into the human’s shoulder. Hannibal gasped, biting his lip at the searing pain. Panting as he waited for the pleasure that would be replacing it. He sighed as it came, bringing with it the most mind-numbing pleasure he’d ever felt. It was almost better than when they fucked-only just.

Drake slid his fangs deeper, feeling the human’s quiescence. Warm hands came up cupping the back of his head, encouragingly. His growling changed to contented purring as he pushed his fangs in even deeper. Hearing the soft encouraging murmurs coming from his human. It went on for some time. Until Drake pulled away slowly, reluctantly.

Hannibal smiled at him. “Better?”

Drake licked the remaining droplets of blood from his lips. “Yes.”

“You’re gonna make me anemic, you know that, right?”

“Yes.”

Hannibal nuzzled Drake’s face with his own. “Do you even feel a little guilty?” The vampire pulled him against his body-hard. Earning a startled. “Oomph.”

“No,” came the unrepentant reply.

Hannibal chuckled softly, running his hands over the very, very broad back of his vampire. “Didn’t think so. I’m gonna have to start taking iron supplements if I’m going to keep up with you.”

Drake ran his fingers over the shoulder he’d just bitten. “Hmm, yes,” he replied, suckling on the blood coating them.

Hannibal blinked. “Oh, man-I felt that all the way to my cock,” he said, rubbing a hand between his legs. “You gotta quit that. You’re gonna turn me into a husk of a human, with no blood and no semen because you used it all up.”

Drake pulled his fingers free of his mouth. “Yes.”

Hannibal rolled his eyes. “Man. You’ve gotta a sick sense of humor. You know that?”

Drake licked at his fingers sensually, eyeing his human the whole time. “Yes.”

Hannibal swallowed heavily. “Shit. C…can I have some of that?”

The vampire readily offered his forefinger after again coating it with blood. “Yes.”

Hannibal nibbled on it gently, before taking it into his mouth. “Hmm, good.”

“Hmm,” Drake replied, watching the human intently.

Hannibal returned the stare as he suckled on the finger, their eyes never breaking their lock on one another. He bit gently, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, earning a startled laugh from the vampire. Finally he pulled away with a slow, very slow lick from the base of the finger to the tip.

“Wanna help me with our Thanksgiving Dinner?”

Drake smiled him. “Yes, I believe that I do.”

***

“That was great,” Hannibal said pushing his empty plate way. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“You ate half of the thing you call turkey, not to mention you ate almost the entire bowl of potatoes. Among the things on this table you hate most all of it.”

“Are you calling me a pig?”

Drake pushed his fork around his barely touched pumpkin pie. “If that means you have eaten to access, then yes, I am.”

Hannibal rose from the table picking up plates and bowls for later washing. “I should get offended, but since I really resemble that comment, I’ll let it go this time.”

Drake rose as well, carrying his dishes to the sink. “Am I suppose to be frightened?”

Hannibal smiled at the vampire cheekily. “Yes?” he asked softly. “Did it work?”

Drake chuckled softly. “No.”

“Damn.” Drake came up in back of Hannibal, pushing his hips suggestively into the human’s buttocks. “Hmm, I know what you want.”

“Yes?”

“Horny?”

“If you wish.”

Hannibal turned his head back slightly to look at the vampire. “Now that doesn’t mean that I want you shape shift into something horny, okay?” he said, hurriedly.

“Are you sure?” Drake asked, licking the side of the human’s neck. “It would not be a problem.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m having trouble dealing with what you look like normal. This is normal right?”

Drake frowned at him. “Are you saying that I’m ugly?”

Hannibal held onto the arms beginning to withdraw from around his waist. “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. What I’m saying is that I’m having trouble dealing with the fact that the first vampire of all vampires is beautiful. More beautiful that he has the right to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Vampires are evil. They kill, they hurt, they maim.”

“As did I.”

Hannibal turned within the vampire’s arms to face him. “You did it to survive. Then you got disgusted and zoned out a couple of thousand years.”

“I am their father.”

“Yes and you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re saying I should be ugly?”

Hannibal sighed. “I don’t know what I’m saying. I just….” He looked up to meet the puzzled look in Drake’s eyes. “I’m grateful.”

“For what?”

“For having you in my life. You don’t know what my life was like before you. Danica and her romper room playmates were mean and vicious. They hurt without reason.” A gentle hand on his face brought him back to the present.

“They are gone. They will not bother you ever again. I’ll see to it.”

Hannibal buried his face against Drake’s big, very big chest. “They’re looking for us.”

“Yes.”

“How are you going to protect me if they come? You’re only one vampire against a legion.”

“I am the First,” Drake replied, tightening his arms around his human.

“You keep using that like some sort of mantra. How can you be so sure they will respect that?”

Drake smiled down into the worried face. “I have powers they can not even imagine.”

Hannibal frowned up at him. “Have you been holding out on me?”

“Yes?”

Hannibal’s frown deepened. “Well, that’s just wrong.”

“Are you angry with me for keeping secrets, Hannibal King?”

“Yeah.” Hannibal sighed, finally smiling up at the vampire. “Wanna fuck.”

Drake ran a finger over the human’s lower lip. “Oh, yes.”

***

“Oh, God-just like that. That feels so fucking good. Harder, Drake give it to me harder.”

They had been add it for hours. Drake driving into Hannibal with a force that had the bed shaking violently.

The room filled with the scent of their lovemaking. Even Drake was releasing a scent that reminded Hannibal of heat and ash. Probably having to do with his creation. Something Hannibal was going to ask the vampire about one of these days. It wasn’t a bad scent, It was kind of pleasant actually. It meant, love and safety to Hannibal now and some of the best fucking of his life.

Hannibal dropped his head to the mattress, raising his butt to the force driving into it. He moaned in pleasure/pain.

“Oh, God. Hurts. Hurts so good.”

Drake’s only response was to tighten his hold on Hannibal’s hips. Driving in harder than before.

“Drake? Oh, God, Drake,” Hannibal chanted as he forced himself back just as hard as Drake drove forward. He screamed when he orgasmed with a violence that shattered him to a million pieces.

He moaned softly as he came to. Rubbing his head against something hard. He opened his eyes, to find it was Drake’s chest.

“Are you alright?” The vampire asked softly.

“Hmm, I think so. That was one of the best fucking we’ve had yet.”

“Yes.”

Hannibal maneuvered himself up until his head rested against the vampire’s shoulder. “You made me bleed again.

“Hmm, yes.”

“It was well worth it.”

“Hannibal?”

“Hmm, “He replied, looking up, meeting the vampire’s sober gaze. “What’s the matter?”

Drake cupped his face. “Nothing. There is something I wish to share with you. A gift if you will.”

“What?” The vampire didn’t answer, instead pulling Hannibal until they were sitting facing each other. He held out his left hand. Hannibal watched in fascination as the nail of the forefinger he’d been sucking on earlier began to length. “Drake?”

“Shh, patience.”

When it reached a length Drake found acceptable he brought it to his chest and carefully used it to slice a two inch cut near his left nipple.

Hannibal frowned as he watched the blood pool and begin to run. “Drake?”

The vampire reached over and cupped his head again urging him toward his chest. “Drink.”

Hannibal resisted. “No.”

“Drink of me, Hannibal King.”

Still Hannibal resisted the sensual blood call. Wanting nothing more than to dip his tongue into the oozing blood.

“I can’t.”

Drake tugged gently. “Nothing bad will happen to you, Hannibal King. Not like before.”

Hannibal met Drake’s beautiful blue eyes. “Drake?”

“I swear to you on my word as the First. Drink.”

Wanting it desperately, unable to resist any more even if he’d wanted to, Hannibal moved closer and gently laid his tongue against the oozing cut.

Drake threw his head back and growled loudly as a warm tongue lapped delicately at his chest.

The growling got louder when Hannibal began to suck at the open cut hungrily. Climbing in the vampire’s lap to get closer.

Drake reached behind the human’s spread legs shoving himself back into the human’s warmth. Hannibal groaned as the vampire slid deep. Looking up to meet eyes quietly watching him. After a moment he went back to licking at the slowly oozing blood.

Hannibal began breathing harshly through his nose as he licked and nibbled at the torn flesh. Smearing blood all over the nearby nipple, sucking on it hungrily, voraciously.

The taste of the vampire’s blood was like his scent, only intensified. It was strong, heady and overwhelming. Hannibal wanted more. God, he wanted more. He used his tongue to encourage the flesh to stay open and bleed as he licked and sucked. Moving back into the hardness in him.

He took some of the blood onto his tongue smearing it all over Drake’s right nipple. Sucking on it second’s later with an enthusiasm that had the vampire growling louder than before.

“Enough.”

Hannibal fought him, wanting to feed for just a little longer. Held back by strong hands. “Drake, please. More,” he begged. “I want more.”

“Later.”

“Now,” Hannibal demanded softly, fighting to free himself of vampire’s tight grip. “I want it now.”

“Later.”

Hannibal stilled all fight gone as he realized what he’d been doing. He felt his eyes fill with tears. “Have you turned me? You’ve turned me haven’t you? Oh, God, not again.”

Drake ran his forefinger over the human’s blood smeared lower lip. Licking at it delicately. “No.”

“What did you do?”

“Allowed you to share in the same pleasure you allow me every time I take your blood.”

“You didn’t turn me?” Hannibal asked hopefully.

“Again, no. You now have one advantage you did not have before,” Drake told him, smearing his finger with more blood. Offering it to the human.

“What?” Hannibal asked, not making a move toward it.

“You will no longer be able to die.”

Hannibal gasped. “What are you saying?”

“You will no longer go old and die. You will never die.”

“Never?”

“There are circumstances where you will cease to exist. But you will not sicken, grow old and die like a mortal.”

“W…what?”

Drake pulled Hannibal closer, wrapping him in his arms tightly. “When I die, so will you?”

“Oh,” Hannibal replied so quietly, Drake almost didn’t hear him.

Hand lifted his head. “Did I do wrong by giving you this gift?”

“I…”

Drake watched in fascination as the human’s eyes continued to fill with tears and finally spill.

“Hannibal?”

The human blinked his eyes allowing tears to escape, unchecked. “I’ve never had anyone care about me enough to give me anything. Especially something like what you just did. I just wish…”

“What, Hannibal King. What do you wish?”

“That you had asked me first if I wanted it.”

Drake gathered a tear onto his finger staring at it in fascination. “Once a gift is given it can not be taken back or exchanged.”

“I know.”

“You are not as strong as you wish the world to think, are you, Hannibal King?” Drake asked continuing to stare at the tear glistening on his fingertip.

Hannibal gave him a weak smile. “My secret is out.”

“It was never that much of a secret,” Drake replied, tasting the tear with the tip of his tongue.

“Ouch. And here I was thinking I was all macho-like.”

“You are many things, Hannibal King. You do not like my gift?”

Hannibal rested his head against a broad shoulder, sighing softly when hands came around him to hold him close. “I never had much of a home life. I ran away when I was fifteen. Stepfather was an asshole from hell. Like to beat the crap out of me just for the hell of it. I made a life for myself thinking I didn’t need anyone or anything. Yet…”

“What?”

“I needed to be needed. Wanted. Loved? One night I was looking in the wrong place, at the wrong time.”

“Danica?”

“Yeah.”

“She won’t hurt you. Not ever again,” Drake assured him. “I won’t allow it.”

“I know. It’s just that…”

Drake cupped Hannibal’s face. Looking deep into the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen. “What?”

“I never had a home. Never wanted one. Till now.”

“You have it.”

Hannibal turned his head, kissing the vampire’s left palm. “But I want more. Am I selfish for wanting more? Can I go for the brass ring? I want love.”

“You have it as well. As much as I am able to love.”

“I do love you, Drake. Really I do. I shouldn’t but I do.”

“Do I not deserve love as well?” Drake asked him sadly.

“Yeah, you do. A lot of it. Especially after putting up with an asshole like me.”

“It is no hardship, Hannibal King. You are smart. You are funny and I like to make love to you.”

“Till I bleed.”

Drake chuckled softly. “Yes. I am after all a vampire.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “That’s true. I love you, Drake.”

“Yes?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re beautiful. You’re strong. Brave. Got a weird sense of humor. And can make love like no one else I’ve ever met.”

“Good qualities even for a vampire.”

Hannibal nodded. “Great qualities. Not really found in many vampires, but being as you are the First, stands to reason.”

Drake pulled the human closer to him. “Yes.”

Hannibal sighed softly. “Thank you for my gift. I do like it.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. But you know what I like the best?”

“What?”

Hannibal gave him a cheeky smile. “We’ll be able to spend the rest of eternity fucking.”

“There is that.”

After a long moment. “Drake?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna do me some more, since you’re still in my ass?”

Drake shoved the human till he lay on his back, never breaking their intimate contact. “Yes. Oh-yes,” he replied with a brilliant smile as Hannibal wrapped his legs around his waist.

“Ah, that’s good. Drake?”

The vampire quit thrusting. “Yes?”

“No, no don’t stop.” Drake began once again moving inside Hannibal’s willing body. “Oh, that’s good. I just wanted to say that… Oh, yeah, right there. That…Well, t…thank you for my gift.”

“You liked it?”

Hannibal looked up, meeting the vampire’s shining eyes. “Yeah. Know what?”

“What?”

Hannibal wrapped his arms around the vampire bringing them even closer together. “When they come I’ll fight with you. I’ll defend you with my life.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, oh-God-harder. That’s what you do when you love someone.”

Drake began thrusting harder, watching his human’s face intently. “Yes?”

“Hmm. Know one other thing?”

“What?”

Hannibal reached up to cup the sides of Drake’s face. “I like the idea of when we go out, we go out together. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah. Now fuck me till we forget all about vampires chasing us. Fuck me till I bleed. Then let me taste you again.”

Drake began thrusting even harder, driving Hannibal deep into the mattress. “With pleasure, Hannibal King. With pleasure.”