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Adult ++
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8
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84
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Beautiful
What do you do in the middle of a blizzard, in your car with a death grip on the steering while your “all seasons” show you that they really aren’t. You plot. Bawhahahah and you hope to god the idiot in the SUV behind you realizes the roads are slippery and backs off about ten feet.
My white knuckle ride is your next installment. James Blunt’s You’re Beautiful was blaring and this little vignette just popped in my head.
Enjoy!
Beautiful
By
Kiix
Word Count: 2544
Completed date: December 4 at 1:35 am
Pairing: Xavier & Armor
Warning: Romantic smexing Vampire Bunnies
Listening to: Scooter-The questions is, what is the question? & looping James Blunt’s “you’re beautiful”
It was no fucking wonder why Hades drank. Gaw! I had blood all over me. The man was more pickled than essence. Now I was drenched. I needed a shower. Damn it. It was in my hair, that’s why the smell was so strong.
Good ole dependable Riot came trotting back from the limo with a couple of bottles of water and my trust suitcase. Wait…that’s not mine. Oh, crap. I left it beside my desk. That was Sex’s extra clothes. I look a good whiff of myself. Sex’s slut clothes were better than what I was smelling right now.
I started stripping off my jacket and shirt. Damn it. My tie was ruined. Callia gave tie that to me. I was going to get the evil eye and the silent treatment from her for a week. Note to self: don’t wear the winglet’s gifts when I had to do wetwork. Riot did his “averting my eyes oh lord” routine. I took the first bottle and poured it over my head. Eeek! it was cold. It ran right down my back into my pants and soaked my underwear.
I made sure my hair was blood free then used the other bottle to wash my chest, face and neck. My hands were not bad. Eh, since the suit was ruined, I used the jacket to clean off my blades. I wrung out my hair as best I could then looked down at pandora’s box. I had no clue what the hell was in there. What ever it was, it was bound to be too tight and too short and meant to be worn commando.
When the hell did he start wearing pvc? Oh holy crap. This had to be his party clothes for Claudius. I dug into the case. Oh good, there was a long black knit duster. I just had to get back to the office. I couldn’t go home looking like this. The winglets or the puppies were waiting for me when ever I got home. Papa Xavier did not need to be seen as slut-boy-is-me.
Okay. The pants were like painted on and the crack of my ass was exposed. There was a shortie kilt made of the same stuff that wrapped around it. Well it offered some covering. The shirt was a nightmare. It was like a plastic short sleeved t-shirt that just seemed to get tighter with each breath. And I hand most of my hair trapped between it and my back.
“Riot, I need some help.” He hesitated. That was another thing I like about Riot. He was a heterosexual man. I didn’t have to worry about him jumping me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I must have looked very fetish.
“Get my hair out…it feels like it’s getting ripped out of my scalp.” He had me bend over head toward him and he began to pull my hair just like taffy. Hand over hand. I needed to cut it off again. This was ridiculous. Finally my white mess was free. “Just cut it off.”
“I’ll braid it. The Empress is getting photos done tomorrow. It will look funny if you show up all short and spiky and the next burn you’re long and lovely again.”
“You know how to braid hair?”
“Mom believed in a strong work ethnic. I could give you a perm.”
I can’t believe I considered that for a moment. I would be walking around like a white cotton ball stuck on my head. “Braid away. I want this day over.”
“You still have that dinner meeting at the Underground.”
My eyes popped open. “What?”
“It was added to your itinerary this morning. Paul confirmed with you.”
Oh crap. He did. “I can’t go looking like this.”
“Maybe the coat will tone the sexiness down a bit.” He produced an elastic band and snapped it around the narrow tip. He caught me looking at him questioningly. “I have a little girl, Lord Xavier.” That explained it all. He pulled out of his pockets a couple of bobby pins and barrette and my formerly stinky bloody locks were now in some kind of style that would make the client I was eating with take me seriously. As along as I don’t take off my coat.
“Verdict?”
“Dangerous and dark but very sexy. Too bad I don’t have any lip gloss.”
I held up my hand. “Ixnay on that Tommy. Let’s get moving. Call the cleaners. It’s messy back in the office there. See if they can save my tie.”
The chauffeur did a double take then staggered around the car to get the door. Well Sex did know how to dress to stop traffic. Once we were underway, I pulled out my cell and called Armor. It was supposed to be our night for dinner. Well we could have breakfast together, or maybe brunch if I could kept the winglets away for a bit. It felt like months since I had some face to face time with my big hunk of burning love. Ha ha. Face time. The call just went right to his service. That was odd. Maybe he was still out. I know more contracts had been coming in for more search than destroy lately. I didn’t realize just how busy he was. We both needed to make time for us.
I hope this meeting wasn’t a waste of time. I searched the whole limo but there wasn’t a file on it. Crap. I hated going in cold. Eight o’clock on the button and the limo rolled to a stop at the stairs leading up to the restaurant. I waited until the area was secure. I did my own quick sweep but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Actually, I didn’t encounter a lot of people at all. Sure, it was a Wednesday night but I thought Underworld was still a popular place. Eh, the food was good.
There was a short period of time that the name Von Drachenfeld was banned from this place. It wasn’t my fault all these windows got shot out. I only think the fact that all the glass was shattered inward saved our reputation. I was escorted up the stairs and Riot smirked as he held open the door to the restaurant. I should have suspected something right then.
I thought it was odd that the maitre’d was the one who came forward and tried to take my coat from me. Nope, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Your guest has already arrived, Master Von Drachenfeld.” He turned and lead me to my table.
It looked like the place was closed. What the hell? There was one single table in the middle of the room. Everything else was pushed back. Red linen draped the table and the only light was candle. Uh? I came to a complete stop. Was I at the right place?
A hand came around my throat and a huge body draped itself over my back. The scent of apples filled my nostrils. “Not only are you beautiful, you are prompt.”
“Armor.”
I got a kiss to my temple. I relaxed back into him. “What are you up to. Pretty?”
“We have been so busy lately and my hours are off. I only see you when you are brushing your fangs in the morning before heading out to work. I figured if we were going to spend any time together, I was going to half to block off a chunk of time.”
I snorted but I was touched. Really. My eyes watered. I’m not going to cry. “You know I charge 1000 dollars an hour.”
A huge hand swept inside my coat, running up my thigh and resting on my ass. “I intend to get my monies worth. Ah, I’m glad you wore it. I did not know if you would. His hand swept over my ass again. Oooh, naughty X. No panty line.”
I grinned. Wait. “You picked this out? I thought this was Sex’s.”
Armor laughed in my ear. “Sex would not be caught dead in it. I do believe his exact words were freakazoid. Whatever the blazes that means.”
I pried his hand off my neck and turned around….holy…red monkey of my dreams. I think he is the only man I have ever met who could pull off red leather. Damn. And he’s all mine.
He held out a hand to me. I frowned but gave it to him. “I have a lovely evening planned, Xavier. It starts with a kiss.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the golden finger armor, the ring closest to my knuckle. Our ring.
“Then it is followed by a dance.” He backed toward the table, urging me to follow. A guitar started playing filling the darkened restaurant with music. I froze when I recognized the tune. Armor brought his other hand up and cupped the side of my face. “We take it back. Just like the shower. I have always wanted this, Beautiful. Know it is me holding you. Your Armor.”
The musician had stopped when I balked. “Play from the beginning.” Armor called out then urged me into his arms. He flicked open the button on the coat then pulled the opening up and over my shoulders. The duster just crumpled to the floor. He pulled out a barrette and a bobby pin. Armor’s hands dropped down to my waist and pulled me tight to him. His hands fiddled with my hair taking out the braid Riot had painstakingly fixed. The elastic went pop. We swayed slowly to the music. It wasn’t dancing. It was more of the high school dance cling. Armor played with my hair as the acoustic guitar played out “You’re Beautiful”.
Armor began to sing softly in my ear. I didn’t know he could sing. Just because Marcus could didn’t mean it transferred over. Just look at Az. I laid my forehead against his sheer black shirt. He had on hand down my side, resting on my laurels. The other was up under my hair around the back of my neck, holding me close to him. His thumb ran up and down my jugular.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel,
Of that I am sure.
He smiled at me on the sidewalk.
I did not care he was another man.
But I will not lose sleep on that,
Because I have a plan.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful.
You are beautiful, it is true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I know just what to do,
Because I want to forever be with you.
I started crying. I buried my face into his chest. My hands were clenched full of material on other side of my face. He hugged me tighter to him.
Aye, he caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
I could see from his face that he was alone
and could cry,
And I do not think that I could ever leave him again,
But we shared a heartbeat that will last till the end.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful.
You are beautiful, it is true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I know just what to do,
Because I will forever be with you.
He caught my chin and forced my head up from his chest. His chocolate brown eyes had melted again. Sniffed and blinked through my tears.
My Beautiful. My Beautiful.
My Beautiful, it's true.
You are just like an angel with tears on your face,
When you think that I could ever leave you.
But it's time you face the truth,
He leaned over and left his lips just an eyelash away from mine.
“I will forever be with you.”
I hung onto him like a barnacle. He let me hold him and cry until the door to the kitchen swung open. He set me back on my feet and wiped at the tear tracks on my cheeks. “Just when I think I know you, you do something like this.” I sniffed.
He lead me to the table and pulled out a chair. I thought I was going to sit down but he slipped into it and I got hauled on his lap. And held there. “I take that back. Then you do something like this.”
“This is where my love sits…” He leaned forward and grabbed at the fruit appetizer. Apple slices and a pink whipped dippy thing. “and this way, I get to penguin you all I want without any interruptions.”
Interruptions? You want interruptions? Armor brought the apple wedge up to my mouth. This is for the skin rash I was going to have from this pvc. I narrowed my eyes and let my lips part. I left my mouth open and my tongue came up and just licked the tip of the whipped topping off the apple. I left a soft moan leave my throat. I opened my mouth a little wider and basically performed fellatio on an apple slice. Little Armor poked me in the thigh. I bit off the apple just above where his fingers were holding it.
I got shoved to my feet. “Maybe you better sit over there for a bit.”
I broke out laughing as I chewed on my chunk of apple. I pulled out my chair and sat down. The waiters were hovering. I didn’t mind the way the evening was turning out. Armor looked a little…distressed? No, kind of put out. He had a plan, and I was messing it up. I picked up another slice of apple and dipped it. I but the unsweeted end in my mouth and leaned forward. I waggled the slice up and down with my teeth. Armor looked at me for a moment then leaned in. Our lips met in the middle of that apple slice. I bit off my end of the apple and raised my hand to his sexy ears.
“Happy Anniversary, Pretty.”
“Happy Anniversary Beautiful.” He turned his head and kissed the pulse point on my wrist. “Eleven years. May we see a thousand more.”
Damn it. I was the waterworks factory tonight. “Beautiful?”
“Here’s to a thousand more.” I lifted the wine glass. We chinked. The guitarist called softly and Armor got up from the table. I walked those buns o’steel slide under that red leather. I pursed my lips as my own little X popped to attention. Yeah, I could do another thousand years with him. My big red sexy monkey.
_________________________
I cried writing this. Damn, I want one. Waaaahhh.
My white knuckle ride is your next installment. James Blunt’s You’re Beautiful was blaring and this little vignette just popped in my head.
Enjoy!
Beautiful
By
Kiix
Word Count: 2544
Completed date: December 4 at 1:35 am
Pairing: Xavier & Armor
Warning: Romantic smexing Vampire Bunnies
Listening to: Scooter-The questions is, what is the question? & looping James Blunt’s “you’re beautiful”
It was no fucking wonder why Hades drank. Gaw! I had blood all over me. The man was more pickled than essence. Now I was drenched. I needed a shower. Damn it. It was in my hair, that’s why the smell was so strong.
Good ole dependable Riot came trotting back from the limo with a couple of bottles of water and my trust suitcase. Wait…that’s not mine. Oh, crap. I left it beside my desk. That was Sex’s extra clothes. I look a good whiff of myself. Sex’s slut clothes were better than what I was smelling right now.
I started stripping off my jacket and shirt. Damn it. My tie was ruined. Callia gave tie that to me. I was going to get the evil eye and the silent treatment from her for a week. Note to self: don’t wear the winglet’s gifts when I had to do wetwork. Riot did his “averting my eyes oh lord” routine. I took the first bottle and poured it over my head. Eeek! it was cold. It ran right down my back into my pants and soaked my underwear.
I made sure my hair was blood free then used the other bottle to wash my chest, face and neck. My hands were not bad. Eh, since the suit was ruined, I used the jacket to clean off my blades. I wrung out my hair as best I could then looked down at pandora’s box. I had no clue what the hell was in there. What ever it was, it was bound to be too tight and too short and meant to be worn commando.
When the hell did he start wearing pvc? Oh holy crap. This had to be his party clothes for Claudius. I dug into the case. Oh good, there was a long black knit duster. I just had to get back to the office. I couldn’t go home looking like this. The winglets or the puppies were waiting for me when ever I got home. Papa Xavier did not need to be seen as slut-boy-is-me.
Okay. The pants were like painted on and the crack of my ass was exposed. There was a shortie kilt made of the same stuff that wrapped around it. Well it offered some covering. The shirt was a nightmare. It was like a plastic short sleeved t-shirt that just seemed to get tighter with each breath. And I hand most of my hair trapped between it and my back.
“Riot, I need some help.” He hesitated. That was another thing I like about Riot. He was a heterosexual man. I didn’t have to worry about him jumping me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I must have looked very fetish.
“Get my hair out…it feels like it’s getting ripped out of my scalp.” He had me bend over head toward him and he began to pull my hair just like taffy. Hand over hand. I needed to cut it off again. This was ridiculous. Finally my white mess was free. “Just cut it off.”
“I’ll braid it. The Empress is getting photos done tomorrow. It will look funny if you show up all short and spiky and the next burn you’re long and lovely again.”
“You know how to braid hair?”
“Mom believed in a strong work ethnic. I could give you a perm.”
I can’t believe I considered that for a moment. I would be walking around like a white cotton ball stuck on my head. “Braid away. I want this day over.”
“You still have that dinner meeting at the Underground.”
My eyes popped open. “What?”
“It was added to your itinerary this morning. Paul confirmed with you.”
Oh crap. He did. “I can’t go looking like this.”
“Maybe the coat will tone the sexiness down a bit.” He produced an elastic band and snapped it around the narrow tip. He caught me looking at him questioningly. “I have a little girl, Lord Xavier.” That explained it all. He pulled out of his pockets a couple of bobby pins and barrette and my formerly stinky bloody locks were now in some kind of style that would make the client I was eating with take me seriously. As along as I don’t take off my coat.
“Verdict?”
“Dangerous and dark but very sexy. Too bad I don’t have any lip gloss.”
I held up my hand. “Ixnay on that Tommy. Let’s get moving. Call the cleaners. It’s messy back in the office there. See if they can save my tie.”
The chauffeur did a double take then staggered around the car to get the door. Well Sex did know how to dress to stop traffic. Once we were underway, I pulled out my cell and called Armor. It was supposed to be our night for dinner. Well we could have breakfast together, or maybe brunch if I could kept the winglets away for a bit. It felt like months since I had some face to face time with my big hunk of burning love. Ha ha. Face time. The call just went right to his service. That was odd. Maybe he was still out. I know more contracts had been coming in for more search than destroy lately. I didn’t realize just how busy he was. We both needed to make time for us.
I hope this meeting wasn’t a waste of time. I searched the whole limo but there wasn’t a file on it. Crap. I hated going in cold. Eight o’clock on the button and the limo rolled to a stop at the stairs leading up to the restaurant. I waited until the area was secure. I did my own quick sweep but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Actually, I didn’t encounter a lot of people at all. Sure, it was a Wednesday night but I thought Underworld was still a popular place. Eh, the food was good.
There was a short period of time that the name Von Drachenfeld was banned from this place. It wasn’t my fault all these windows got shot out. I only think the fact that all the glass was shattered inward saved our reputation. I was escorted up the stairs and Riot smirked as he held open the door to the restaurant. I should have suspected something right then.
I thought it was odd that the maitre’d was the one who came forward and tried to take my coat from me. Nope, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Your guest has already arrived, Master Von Drachenfeld.” He turned and lead me to my table.
It looked like the place was closed. What the hell? There was one single table in the middle of the room. Everything else was pushed back. Red linen draped the table and the only light was candle. Uh? I came to a complete stop. Was I at the right place?
A hand came around my throat and a huge body draped itself over my back. The scent of apples filled my nostrils. “Not only are you beautiful, you are prompt.”
“Armor.”
I got a kiss to my temple. I relaxed back into him. “What are you up to. Pretty?”
“We have been so busy lately and my hours are off. I only see you when you are brushing your fangs in the morning before heading out to work. I figured if we were going to spend any time together, I was going to half to block off a chunk of time.”
I snorted but I was touched. Really. My eyes watered. I’m not going to cry. “You know I charge 1000 dollars an hour.”
A huge hand swept inside my coat, running up my thigh and resting on my ass. “I intend to get my monies worth. Ah, I’m glad you wore it. I did not know if you would. His hand swept over my ass again. Oooh, naughty X. No panty line.”
I grinned. Wait. “You picked this out? I thought this was Sex’s.”
Armor laughed in my ear. “Sex would not be caught dead in it. I do believe his exact words were freakazoid. Whatever the blazes that means.”
I pried his hand off my neck and turned around….holy…red monkey of my dreams. I think he is the only man I have ever met who could pull off red leather. Damn. And he’s all mine.
He held out a hand to me. I frowned but gave it to him. “I have a lovely evening planned, Xavier. It starts with a kiss.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the golden finger armor, the ring closest to my knuckle. Our ring.
“Then it is followed by a dance.” He backed toward the table, urging me to follow. A guitar started playing filling the darkened restaurant with music. I froze when I recognized the tune. Armor brought his other hand up and cupped the side of my face. “We take it back. Just like the shower. I have always wanted this, Beautiful. Know it is me holding you. Your Armor.”
The musician had stopped when I balked. “Play from the beginning.” Armor called out then urged me into his arms. He flicked open the button on the coat then pulled the opening up and over my shoulders. The duster just crumpled to the floor. He pulled out a barrette and a bobby pin. Armor’s hands dropped down to my waist and pulled me tight to him. His hands fiddled with my hair taking out the braid Riot had painstakingly fixed. The elastic went pop. We swayed slowly to the music. It wasn’t dancing. It was more of the high school dance cling. Armor played with my hair as the acoustic guitar played out “You’re Beautiful”.
Armor began to sing softly in my ear. I didn’t know he could sing. Just because Marcus could didn’t mean it transferred over. Just look at Az. I laid my forehead against his sheer black shirt. He had on hand down my side, resting on my laurels. The other was up under my hair around the back of my neck, holding me close to him. His thumb ran up and down my jugular.
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel,
Of that I am sure.
He smiled at me on the sidewalk.
I did not care he was another man.
But I will not lose sleep on that,
Because I have a plan.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful.
You are beautiful, it is true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I know just what to do,
Because I want to forever be with you.
I started crying. I buried my face into his chest. My hands were clenched full of material on other side of my face. He hugged me tighter to him.
Aye, he caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
I could see from his face that he was alone
and could cry,
And I do not think that I could ever leave him again,
But we shared a heartbeat that will last till the end.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful.
You are beautiful, it is true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I know just what to do,
Because I will forever be with you.
He caught my chin and forced my head up from his chest. His chocolate brown eyes had melted again. Sniffed and blinked through my tears.
My Beautiful. My Beautiful.
My Beautiful, it's true.
You are just like an angel with tears on your face,
When you think that I could ever leave you.
But it's time you face the truth,
He leaned over and left his lips just an eyelash away from mine.
“I will forever be with you.”
I hung onto him like a barnacle. He let me hold him and cry until the door to the kitchen swung open. He set me back on my feet and wiped at the tear tracks on my cheeks. “Just when I think I know you, you do something like this.” I sniffed.
He lead me to the table and pulled out a chair. I thought I was going to sit down but he slipped into it and I got hauled on his lap. And held there. “I take that back. Then you do something like this.”
“This is where my love sits…” He leaned forward and grabbed at the fruit appetizer. Apple slices and a pink whipped dippy thing. “and this way, I get to penguin you all I want without any interruptions.”
Interruptions? You want interruptions? Armor brought the apple wedge up to my mouth. This is for the skin rash I was going to have from this pvc. I narrowed my eyes and let my lips part. I left my mouth open and my tongue came up and just licked the tip of the whipped topping off the apple. I left a soft moan leave my throat. I opened my mouth a little wider and basically performed fellatio on an apple slice. Little Armor poked me in the thigh. I bit off the apple just above where his fingers were holding it.
I got shoved to my feet. “Maybe you better sit over there for a bit.”
I broke out laughing as I chewed on my chunk of apple. I pulled out my chair and sat down. The waiters were hovering. I didn’t mind the way the evening was turning out. Armor looked a little…distressed? No, kind of put out. He had a plan, and I was messing it up. I picked up another slice of apple and dipped it. I but the unsweeted end in my mouth and leaned forward. I waggled the slice up and down with my teeth. Armor looked at me for a moment then leaned in. Our lips met in the middle of that apple slice. I bit off my end of the apple and raised my hand to his sexy ears.
“Happy Anniversary, Pretty.”
“Happy Anniversary Beautiful.” He turned his head and kissed the pulse point on my wrist. “Eleven years. May we see a thousand more.”
Damn it. I was the waterworks factory tonight. “Beautiful?”
“Here’s to a thousand more.” I lifted the wine glass. We chinked. The guitarist called softly and Armor got up from the table. I walked those buns o’steel slide under that red leather. I pursed my lips as my own little X popped to attention. Yeah, I could do another thousand years with him. My big red sexy monkey.
_________________________
I cried writing this. Damn, I want one. Waaaahhh.