Jäger

Title: Jäger: Schlacht
Rating: NC-17 (graphic M/M scene)

Random bits of German will be used, the titles among them. I’ll try and remember to add their meanings at the top or bottom of the page. If I don’t just tell me when you review so I can correct it. No one’s perfect. ^_^

Jäger – Hunter
Schlacht – Battle
Geliebter – lover
Mein freund – my friend
Scheiße – Shit
Sonnenschein – Sunshine
Lieber junge – Dear boy

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“Hiding once more, geliebter?” Tneme drawls in a heavy accent, eyes rolling heavenward.

The other throws him a nasty glare, “at least I don’t lick ass,” Elek mutters.

Tneme just laughs, pushing back his long bangs. His hair hung in several different lengths, his bangs down to his chin and the other bits anywhere between shoulders and mid-back. They had ice blue highlights and his lips were painted silver. His eyes are a rich dark blue, sharp and hungry.

He moves forward, a definite lilt to his hips and leans himself against the others body, arms around the others neck, “you’re just jealous, mein freund,” he murmurs before taking the others lips with his own.

Elek melts into the kiss, didn’t matter that Tneme was practically a slut, he was damn good, knew it too, and used it to his advantage. Elek just figured he’d get what he could whenever he could.

Tneme, though, had a different idea for the night. He pulls Elek down, throwing a leg over his hips, rolling his hips and grinding their erections together, after a moment he sits up, pushing up Elek’s shirt and pinching one of the larger boys nipples between his fingers.

His other hand begins working at the button and zipper to Elek’s black jeans, opening them and pushing the folds apart so he could reach his goal and he begins stroking Elek to full length, thumb playing with the tip and then he moves his hand further back cupping the others balls, pointer finger running against the bottom of the others scrotum.

Tneme kisses and nips his way down the others body, laving his tongue over the others nipples, then scratching them with his lengthened canines, leaving little marks all down his abdomen till his lips could take over where his fingers hand been before.

Tneme works Elek up, as high as he can before orgasm, then pulls away, a wicked grin crossing his features and he suddenly turns into a fine mist, and is gone from the room.

Elek sits up quickly with an animalistic growl, fists banging against the carpet and the air crackling with his rage around him.

Oh, Tneme was going to pay for this, Elek promised, he was going to pay.


Several hours later Tneme is found grinding to loud drumming, screaming vocals, and shrieking guitars. The beat was pumping through his veins like a high, and his head was filled with the bliss of a mental release.

His body was moving in trained movements, alluring and free, hips dragging seductively through the air, calling for another to join in, though he refuses anyone who tries to claim a dance with him.

That’s how Elek finds him, it was nearing midnight and his reward could almost be tasted, it was so fucking close. He moves with the speed gifted to his kind, grabbing Tneme into his arms and pulls his hips back to grind his hardness against the others buttocks.

“Scheiße!” Tneme exclaims in surprise, “let the fuck go of me,” he pulls loose and whirls around to see Elek laughing at his surprise.

Tneme flicks him off and makes his way over to the bar where he gets himself a drink, Elek following with his humor.

“What’re you doing here?” Tneme growls.

“I believe we have some unfinished business, sweetness,” Elek murmurs, draping himself over Tneme’s back, showing Elek exactly what type of business he’s talking about.

Tneme just growls some and shoves Elek off him, “You mean you have unfinished business. Haven’t you ever heard of wanking? It’s where you take hold of your prick and stroke up and down till you cum.”

Elek takes Tneme by the arm and twists him around so they were face-to-face, “you started something and you’re going to finish it,” he whispers dangerously against the others lips.

“And if I don’t, Sonnenschein, what’re you going to do about it?” Tneme whispers back, eyes gliding up and down the others face in a very ‘fuck me’ manner.

“You wont be around to greet the next evening,” Elek says softly, hands gripping Tneme’s arms, pulling them even closer yet.

“I don’t believe you have the will to do something like that.”

“Try me,” Elek murmurs right before claiming Tneme’s lips.

Their tongues duel for long moments, legs tangling and hips grating together, hands groping for places to grab and rest, anything to ground them or increase the pleasure.

Elek eventually moves away, pulling Tneme with him, leading him out of the club and to their nearby home, where every vampire in the city stayed. He dragged the smaller boy up what seemed like endless stairs and finally they were alone in Elek’s room.

Tneme is thrown against the wall, attacked once more with tongue, teeth, and lips. He grips Elek’s hips, feeling around the others jeans and after unzipping and buttoning them he pushes them down the others thighs, hands stroking along Elek’s turgid flesh.

Elek kicks off his vans, pushing his pants down the rest of the way, and then lifting his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room. He once more forcefully moves Tneme, dragging him to the bed and pushing him down upon it then throwing himself into the task of pleasing the older vampire.

Tneme just lets himself fall back, enjoying the attention played to his body, making Elek have to work to remove his clothing. He gasps and writhes in pleasure as Elek swallows his cock, teeth just barely teasing across the flesh, his stomach muscles clenching and unclenching.

Elek pulls away after a moment, scrambling through his drawers for a small bottle of lubricant, and spreading that along his own flesh. He gives Tneme a cursory preparation, then slides into the other, laying claim to his body violently.

Tneme just lets him, a dangerous glint in his eyes and small smirk across his silver lips, as if he knew something Elek didn’t. And he did.

As Elek gets closer to coming, Tneme flips them over, raising himself only to push back down almost savagely, lips pressing lightly against Elek’s neck and shoulders, lengthened teeth pressing faintly wherever his lips were.

He feels Elek’s body start to spasm and he moves up to his neck once more, this time his canines break through the skin right above Elek’s carotid artery and he drinks, heavily. Elek starts to panic, but his body still feels the pleasure and he orgasms inside of Tneme, gasping and flailing.

“Stop, stop!” he screams, unable to free himself.

Tneme pulls back right before Elek loses consciousness, “no one threatens me, lieber junge, no one.” He moves back to the holes in the others skin, drinking the last of it down till Elek had nothing more to give him.

He pulls away from the dead body, extracting the dead vampires dick from his hole, and pushing the carcass away from him in disgust, “fucking cunt,” he murmurs.

He stands and gathers his clothing, dressing and leaving the room and dead body for one of their servants to clean up. He knew his master would pitch a fit; he could care less, though, all he would get for this at the most is a shit load of anger, a couple of beatings, and possibly a few mock rapes.

He was used to this, had been on the receiving end of it many times in the decades he’d been in his masters order. This wasn’t the first, and he could guarantee it wouldn’t be the last.

-End-

The character Tneme was written around a picture that I did not draw nor hold any claim, whatsoever, too. It was even titled Tneme so the name isn’t even mine. But if you wish to see it, here is a link: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v477/Eddie_Uwnhai/Tneme.jpg