Title: Runaways

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Blade Trinity

Pairing: Hannibal King/Drake

Rating: Adult

Summary: Running away isn’t so bad if you’re with someone one you like.

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

Runaways

“This place called Oakland is not so bad,” Drake told Hannibal. Looking around the place that was to be their home for a while.

Hannibal smiled at the vampire as he continued to unpack his bag. Things with Blade and the other vampires hadn’t gone well. It had gone to hell in a hand basket, truth be told. Neither side wanted to compromise and all of a sudden everyone wanted the first vampire dead. Everyone except Hannibal who’d grown quite attached to him.

Hannibal looked up at Drake. The vampire was walking around the small bedroom looking at everything curiously.

“You don’t mind having to run?”

Drake looked at him. “No. I could just have easily stopped to fight. But I sense for some reason you do not want me to do battle.”

Hannibal dropped the balled up pair of socks he’d just unpacked onto the bed. He walked slowly toward the vampire. “I don’t want you to die.”

Drake cupped the human’s face in his hands gently. “Why is that?” he asked softly, looking deep into warm brown eyes.

“Beats the hell out of me. Wanna fool around?”

Drake chuckled softly. “Alright,” He replied, tossing the human onto the bed. Clothing vanished as the vampire tore it off of Hannibal’s body. Quickly entering the willing human’s body. Though willing, it still hurt.

“Ow! I keep telling you lube would make it a lot more comfortable for me. But you won’t listen,” Hannibal complained, moving slightly to ease the burn.

“I find it just right,” Drake replied, thrusting hard enough to move the human across the bed.

“Ow. God-damn it, Drake.”

The vampire chuckled softly. Watching as the human’s eyes softened at the sound. Hannibal liked his laughter, found great pleasure in it.

Drake buried his head against a warm neck. Gratified when Hannibal didn’t flinch. Drake was the first. All other vampires came from him. Add to that he was a shape- shifter. There was much to fear, yet Hannibal did not.

“Hannibal?”

“Hmm?”

The vampire lifted his head to look in the human’s eyes. “The first time I took you-you said that ‘it shouldn’t have been like that’ what did you mean?”

“You remember when Danica was threatening to turn me? Watch me get thirsty and then put Zoë in the room? I glance over at you and there was such compassion in your eyes. I knew you might be a vampire and a killer of innocent humans, but you weren’t like the others. I just didn’t understand why you would allow them to do what they were doing.”

Drake felt his eyes fill with tears, something that had not happened in his know history. “I knew what they were doing was wrong, but they are my children. I couldn’t go against them.”

“They kill innocents.”

“I kill innocents,” Drake told him, baldly, harshly.

“To live. To survive. Not as sport. It’s not right either way, but for you it’s survival.” Hannibal sighed heavily. “Survival of the fittest, I suppose. Did you kill the three people back at the warehouse? Where you took me, in the shape of Whistler?” Hannibal didn’t give their names, Drake wouldn’t know them by name anyway.

“No. Danica, Asher and Jarko had their fun with them before killing them,” Drake replied, softly.

“And you watched?”

“I took no pleasure in what they did.”

“I know. It’s just that…” Hannibal couldn’t finish what he wanted to say, didn’t even know what he wanted to say.

Drake looked out into the small bedroom, in a strange town in a strange world he wasn’t sure be belonged, blinking away the odd feel of tears stinging his eyes.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Hannibal King. I am a killer as much as they. I created them. Something I am beginning to regret greatly.”

“Enough to kill them?” Hannibal asked, gently turning Drake’s face to meet his eyes. “Enough to hunt them if they continue to chase us.”

“I don’t know,” Drake told him softly. “They are still my children. Even if I do not like what they have become.”

“You’re in between a rock and a hard place, aren’t you?”

Drake sighed sadly. “Yes, it would seem so.”

“Then you know what we do?”

Drake met Hannibal’s eyes. “What?”

“We make lemonade,” Hannibal told him, giving the vampire a brilliant smile.

Drake chuckled softly. “You are a very odd human,” he told him, beginning to thrust into Hannibal’s tight warmth.

“I get that a lot. Beats the heck out of me why. Oh, God-that’s good. Right there. Harder, Drake. Harder.”

“As you wish. I will need to feed soon.”

Hannibal wrapped his legs around the vampire’s waist. “I know. Take what you need. Just remember your promise.”

“You have my word. I will not turn you.”

Hannibal arched up-meeting the hard thrusts. “I know. You’re not like the others. I trust you. Otherwise I would have run the other way when I saw you coming toward me. Instead of letting you fuck and feed on me.”

Drake buried his face against Hannibal’s neck. Allowing his fangs to slide out. Quickly inserting it into the base of the human’s neck and shoulder. Higher up and it would be too dangerous for the human.

Hannibal arched up at the pain. “Oh, God.”

Drake felt hands at the back of his neck cupping it encouragingly, pulling him closer. If he lived for a hundred more centuries he’d never understand this human. He was causing him considerable pain yet here he was encouraging him to feed. It was then that Drake felt Hannibal squirming under him, seeking pleasure.

Drake began thrusting harder into the human, smiling inwardly at the contented sigh Hannibal gave. “Oh, yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Slowly Drake pulled away from Hannibal retracting his fangs, not wanting to scare the human overly. Pulling him close he began a driving motion that would bring them completion.

Hannibal moaned in time with the thrust. It felt so good. Never in his life had he had a lover like Drake. He opened his mouth seekingly. It was met by Drake’s, he could taste his blood in the vampire’s mouth. Oddly it added to the eroticism of the moment. He wasn’t suppose to like this, he knew he wasn’t suppose to like it. But he did-a lot.

He gave a harsh whimper as he came between their two bodies. Weakly running his hands over Drake’s broad back to cup the vampire’s driving buttock.

“Oh, God. You feel so good, Drake. So good. Come for me, please come for me.”

Hannibal felt the vampire come inside of him. He was still trying to get use to the feel. It wasn’t exactly hot and not exactly cold either. Somewhere in between. More like lukewarm. He wondered what it would like to have Drake come in his mouth.

Hannibal held Drake as the vampire shudders finally stopped. He smiled up at him. “That was so cool. I’ll never get use to having you come in me. Can I ask you something without you taking it the wrong way?”

Drake licked at the small wound on Hannibal’s neck slowly. Smiling when he felt the human shiver. “Ask.”

“C…Can Ittakeyouinmymouth?”

“What?”

“Can I…how do you ask the first vampire if you can hmm-blow him?”

Drake looked down at the human curiously. “What?”

“Can I hmm-take you in my mouth?”

“Take what in your mouth?”

Drake watched the human turn a bright red despite what they had just been doing or rather were still doing. “You know…” Hannibal hedged. “What you’ve got in me?”

“Right now?”

Hannibal rolled his eyes. “Well, no not right now. Cause-well, that’s just gross, but later when you’ve had a shower.”

Drake chuckled deep in his chest. Making Hannibal shiver again as he felt it all the way to his toes. “I suppose it can be arranged. If it is something you really must do.”

Hannibal quirked his mouth to the side as he thought about it. “Yeah, I think it really is something I must do.”

Drake began moving in Hannibal again. “Alright.”

“It’s so cool having a lover that’s not quite human. You can go for hours and hours. The only problem I see with it is that I can’t walk straight after we’ve made love.”

Drake chuckled softly. Watching how it affected the human. With a start Drake realized he’d never in all his centuries of being laughed as much as he did with this very odd human.

Hannibal was quirky, with a very odd sense of humor. Making jokes and then waiting expectantly to see if Drake understood them. The vampire very rarely did. Finding more enjoyment out the fact that the human simply wanted to hear his laughter.

“I can go on for hours if you so wish.”

Hannibal stretched sensually under him. Earning a gasp of pleasure from both human and vampire a like. “I…I like. Open your mouth for me?”

Drake complied, watching to see what Hannibal had in mind. The human ran the forefinger of his left hand over the vampire’s mouth. Going to where the incisor never fully retracted, quickly piecing it.

Hannibal watched the vampire’s eyes dilate as the blood coated his tongue. “You are so beautiful,” He whispered, softly.

Drake began suckling on the small digit hungrily. He had fed enough to keep the hunger at bay, but was not one to turn away a willing bloodletting.

Hannibal began rubbing himself against Drake’s corded abdomen. As he watched the vampire sucking on his finger. He whimpered when Drake pierced the finger again to continue the blood flow.

Drake had never stopped moving in him. It felt good. Even though Hannibal knew he was going to be paying for this for the next week. He didn’t care. He’d stocked up on first aid creams and such. Not to mention lube. Soon he would show Drake the pleasures of lube. Soon. Not just right now though. He arched up. Giving a long moan as he came between their two bodies.

Drake continued to suckle on his finger as he began increasing the speed of his thrustings. Lifting the human’s body with every one. Earning a moan of pleasure/pain, but Hannibal did not tell him to stop. He’d never told him to stop.

Warm hands caressed his back, going lower to cup his buttocks, encouragingly. Drake waited patiently. Waited for the human’s softly spoken words as he continued moving in the warmth of his body. Waited as he continued to suckle on a finger as if it were a child’s candy. Piercing it twice more as he waited.

“Come for me, Drake. Please, please come for me.”

Drake did, spilling his seed deep with the human’s body. Warm arms came around him catching him as he allowed his body to blanket the one under him. Strong legs came around his waist holding him close. Not allowing him to pull free.

“Now that was hot,” Hannibal whispered into his ear.

The vampire chuckled softly as he sought the human’s mouth in a gently kiss.

***

“See, the one with the green eyes is Kirk. The one with the pointy ears is Spock.”

They lay on their bed watching something Hannibal called television. The vampire was leaning against the headboard with the human resting comfortably against him. Head pillowed against his chest. A bowl of popcorn beside Hannibal’s right shoulder. A can of coke resting on the nightstand.

“Ah,” Drake murmured, softly as he rubbed the human’s naked chest.

“You see what I mean about Kirk and Spock?”

Drake rubbed a right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Eyes on the TV screen. “Yes, I believe so.”

“Hmm, that’s nice.” Hannibal tilted his head up to look at the vampire. “Don’t start anything you won’t be able to finish.”

Drake met Hannibal’s warm brown eyes. “I always finish what I start.”

“That’s true,” Hannibal replied, righting himself to look at the TV again. Wiggling to make himself more comfortable. “See nobody touch someone else as much as these two if they weren’t getting it on.”

Drake began rubbing the left nipple. “Hmm,” he rumbled, noncommittally.

“Hmm, nice. I saw in the news the other day that the guy who plays Sulu came out.”

“Came out of what?” Drake asked, moving his hands lower. Stroking down a heavily corded abdomen. Hannibal’s skin was soft and warm to the touch. Drake enjoyed touching him immensely.

“Out of the closet.”

“Why was he hiding in a closet? Was he a coward?”

Hannibal shook his head. “No. No. He admitted he was gay.”

“Gay?”

“Likes guys.”

Drake’s hands traveled further down. Cupping Hannibal though his soft clothing. “Oh.”

“Kinda like me. Well, I like this one really cute guy.”

“Hmm,” Drake began rubbing him hard.

“That’s really nice.” Hannibal turned his head up to met Drake’s eyes again. “You are a guy right? You’ve got all the right equipment and all.”

Drake chuckled. “I am male if that worries you. I am just not human.”

“Oh. I guess that’s okay.” Drake tore the soft clothing, earning a soft moan of loss. “You gotta quit doing that. I’m running out of clothes.” Hannibal arched up as large, cool hands began stroking him hard. “Oh, but that feels nice.”

“Hannibal?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you do this with anyone else?”

Hannibal turned to look at Drake. “Does it matter?” he hedged. Hands on him tightened painfully. “Ow! Okay, I guess it does. There were a few males before you.” The hands tightened even more. Making Hannibal hiss in pain. “Ow! Drake!” The hands loosened slightly. “It wasn’t by my consent.”

“You were forced?”

“Yes.”

“Who?” Drake forced out. “Who forced you?”

Hannibal swallowed heavily. “Danica. Asher. Jarko. Though Jarko would never admit to having his cock up my a… Ow! God-damn it, Drake that hurt,” Hannibal said when the hands tightened painfully on him again. This time it really did hurt, bringing tears to his eyes.

“I will kill them,” Drake hissed in violent anger.

Hannibal carefully rubbed his aching body part when finally, gratefully the vampire released him. “Shit, Drake. I think you maimed me.” Drake moved so quickly Hannibal never saw it coming. All of a sudden the vampire was straddling him. He felt his eyes widening when Drake turned into his vampire form and let out a howl of such outrage it shook the bedroom walls. “D…Drake?” he said tentatively. He already knew what the vampire looked like in his true form. He’s just never seen it close up. Hot damn, but that was a scary sight. Especially when it was looking down at him. Drake let out another howl. “D…Drake. Please.” Making goose bumps appear all over Hannibal’s body.

As if realizing what he was doing to Hannibal, the vampire shifted back into human form. “I am sorry,” he said, moving as he wanted to hold the human yet not quite sure how.

“T…that’s okay. You got mad, I got that,” Hannibal said, shakily. “You also scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry. So very sorry,” Drake replied, feeling his eyes fill with tears. He’d lost the human. He knew he’d lost Hannibal. The human was so pale and trembling violently.

“T…that’s o…okay. C…can I…a…ask y…you s…something?”

Drake wanted desperately to touch Hannibal, but he was afraid to. The human wasn’t the only one to be frightened by what he’d just done. “What?”

“P…please, d…don’t d…do t…that t…to o…often. I…I think you made me pee in my p...pants.”

Drake chuckled hoarsely. “I’m sorry. I promise not to do that too often and make you pee in your pants.”

“T…that y…you. O…one l…last t…thing,” Hannibal stuttered.

“Yes.”

“Seeing as you scared me to death. Seems only fair that you hold me till I stop shaking.”

The vampire gathered the violently trembling human to him carefully. “I did not mean to frighten you. I let my anger get away from me. I swear on your honor I will make Danica, Asher and Jarko pay for violating you.”

Hannibal rubbed his face against Drake cool flesh. “That sounds so pretty.”

“I mean every word,” Drake replied, cupping the human’s face in his hands and gently kissed him. He wasn’t trembling as violently. Now it was fine tremors that were coursing through Hannibal’s body and his heart rate was slowing down.

“I know you do and I thank you for that,” Hannibal replied, returning the kiss. “Please, next time you feel the need to do that, give me some warning.”

“I will. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? Anything at all?”

Hannibal’s eyes lit up with the sensual promise behind those words. “Anything?”

Drake chuckled softly. “Anything you wish.”

“Cool. Let me see.” Hannibal bit his forefinger as he thought about it. “We could go to the mall and I’ll let you by me clothes for all the ones you’ve torn. You are after all a rich vampire. Being as you are the first and all other vampire pay tribute even though you can’t get them to listen to you for squat. And then there is the trying to kill you part. Kids these days,” Hannibal tisked, earning another chuckle from the vampire. “Or I could let you buy me stuff later and you can let me give you a blowjob now. Like you promised me the other day.”

“Alright.”

“Alright to which?”

“Which ever you like,” Drake replied. “I frightened you. You can have both.”

Hannibal wiggled his eyebrows. “Ooh, both. Cool. Lay back.”

Drake did as he was asked. Leaning back against the soft bedding. Smiling up at Hannibal who hovered above him.

“I love the way you feel,” Hannibal whispered. Soft, cool skin. Miles and miles of it. He kisses the scars on the vampire’s chest. Licking them with his tongue, earning a small rumbling sound of approval.

Hannibal went lower. Kissing first one nipple before taking it into his mouth. Suckling on it happily. Large hands cupped his head encouragingly, before gently tugging him toward the neglected one. He teased it with is tongue before sucking on it hungrily.

Drake tasted good. Not at all what he though a vampire would taste like. Not that he had any idea what a vampire would taste like. Just that Drake didn’t taste like that. He tasted clean and fresh. Kinda woodsy.

Drake raised himself slightly so he could watch his human. Hannibal was mapping his body with his tongue. He arched his head back when Hannibal dipped his tongue into his navel.

“Oh.”

Hannibal looked up at him. “Like that?”

“F…feels usual.”

“In a good or bad way?”

Drake cupped the back of Hannibal’s head and gently urged him back to doing what he had been doing. “Good, definitely good.”

When that talented mouth took him deeply. Drake arched off the bed, driving himself deeper. Almost choking Hannibal who made a small sound of protest.

No one in his whole time of existence had done this to him. It was a wondrous sensation. Warm wetness, a hint of teeth and a gentle suckling that was driving him half mad.

Drake’s hands had never left the back of Hannibal’s head. He began thrusting deeply, lazily into the human’s warmth. Allowing the pressure for release to build. It came with a suddenness he wasn’t sure he liked as he spilled his release into the hungry mouth. He moaned softly as Hannibal sought for more.

“Oh, I have no more to give,” he protested, weakly, yet he held the human’s head against his body. Finding to his astonishment he did have a bit more as he flooded Hannibal’s mouth once more. “Oh.”

With a final, gentle swipe of his tongue Hannibal pulled away. “”Hmm, you taste really good. We gotta do that more often.”

Drake ran his finger over the human’s mouth. “Yes.”

“So, how’d you like it?”

“Nice.”

Hannibal gave him a disappointed look. “Nice? Nice? It was only nice?”

Drake smiled at him. “Yes, very, very nice.”

“Oh. Well, it got two, very, very’s. So, I guess that’s good.”

Drake chuckled. “Yes.”

Hannibal bit his finger. “Will you let me do it again?” he asked, sucking at the finger gently.

“As often as you like.”

Hannibal wiggled his eyebrows at him. “You may regret telling me that.”

“Oh?”

“Hmm, you’ve got a very addictive taste to you. I really, really like the way you taste.”

Drake pulled Hannibal to him. “I’m glad.”

Hannibal rubbed his face against the vampire’s. “Are you happy with me?”

“Happy?”

“Yes.”

Drake kissed Hannibal’s nose when it came close enough. “I am content. Far more content than I remember ever being.”

“I’m glad.”

Drake cupped Hannibal’s face holding him still. “You make me content.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “You make me content to. Kiss me?”

“Yes, I believe I will,” Drake replied, enjoying his flavor in the human’s mouth.

Hannibal murmured softly as the kiss lengthen and deepened. After a long moment he pulled away slowly and opened his eyes.

“Holy shit.” He yelled, jumping back startled, falling off the bed and on to the floor.

Drake looked over the edge of the bed. “Are you alright?” he asked, chuckling softly.

“My butt hurt’s in more ways than one, but yeah, I’m alright. I forget you’re a shape shifter.” Hannibal’s eyes got a speculative look to them as they viewed this new image of Drake. “So, lover. How long can you hold this shape?” He asked as he climbed back into the bed.

“Indefinitely. Why?”

Hannibal smiled down at him as he straddled the vampire’s waist. “I’ve never made love to myself and it’s just kinky enough to rattle my chain. As if making love with the First wasn’t enough.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Drake. “Wanna play?”

Drake smiled. “Oh, most definitely,” he replied, pulling the willing human down to him. “Let us play.