My Demon, My Angel

Title: My Demon, My Angel
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy
Warnings: Slash, Vampire Sex, M/M
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Status: Complete

Author's Notes: This is my holiday (Yule/Christmas/Ect.) offering, and it is a sequel to "Losing His Religion". Hope you all like it.

Oh, and a special note to Moonstar, as well as everyone else who has fics that I've promissed to read. I'M SO SORRY! I've been so busy this week, what with work and the holidays, that I haven't had time to do any reading, let alone any reviewing. I barely got this done. I'll get around to all of you next week. I promise. ^_^

My Demon, My Angel

A Bloody Hell Holiday Tale

Dorian's head shot up as he heard the sound of the lock falling into place in the front hall, his acute vampiric hearing easily picking up on the minute noises that the device made. It felt like he had been waiting all night for that sound, even though the more logical portions of his mind were quick to reminded him that it had actually been slightly more than an hour. Regardless of this fact Dorian was still relieved to hear the door being closed and locked, and the sound of footsteps moving rapidly towards his location soothed the vampire's frayed nerves. Not that he would admit such to the dark haired man currently making his way into the room. It would not do to let the other know just how much power he held over the centuries old immortal.

"Did you have fun?" Dorian asked in a nonchalant manner, no hint of his earlier unease showing in the smooth tones of his melodic voice as he watched Connor make his way towards the dark leather sofa directly across from the desk at which he was sitting. The vampire had many years of experience where deception was concerned, and as such his lover would never know just how worried he had been over the past hours of separation. Or how relieved his sudden reappearance had left him.

"Yes." Connor answered simply, running a hand through his dark hair as he took his seat. Contrary to what he had believed, his hair did continue to grow after his transformation into one of the children of the night, and he had allowed it to grow slightly longer at the urging of his vampiric maker. The other said that it made him look roguishly handsome. Although the former priest didn't share Dorian's opinion on the subject, he also didn't wish to engage in a war of wills over such an unimportant matter. Besides, Dorian asked so little of him most of the time. It seemed like such a small thing to do in return.

"So, where have you been?" Dorian eventually asked, sensing that the other wasn't about to volunteer the information. He attempted to sound disinterested, even going back to looking at the computer screen that he had been using before Connor had come into the room. He kept his back to his lover, hopping that he wouldn't hear the urgency in his voice. Ever since the former priest had attempted suicide, and Dorian had initiated him into the world of the immortals to prevent him from slipping away into the abyss, Connor had become increasingly unpredictable. Dorian knew from experience that many young vampires fell into madness during their first few years of immortality, and Connor's grasp on sanity had not been all that sound to begin with. Dorian had taken to watching Connor very closely, looking for any signs that he was losing his hold on reality, vowing to stop the other man before he did anything to jeopardize his own well being. Dorian had fought too hard to get what he wanted, and he would not loose his lover to a careless mistake. Mad or not, Connor was his now. That would never change.

"I was hunting for the blood of the wicked." Connor replied, a small smile gracing his full lips, his pale eyes glittering with remembered pleasures. It had been a particularly enjoyable hunt. "This city is ripe with sin."

"Yes, it is." Dorian mused, feeling the tension instantly beginning to drain from his body. He had known that not only did Connor need far more blood than he did, but that the former priest was having difficulty finding his place in the world since his sudden conversion from a holy man to an immortal vampire. He should have known that Connor would simply be out trying to sate his many appetites. However, when he had awakened to find himself alone, the scarlet haired vampire had been worried that his lover may have finally made good on his many earlier threats and had attempted to leave him. Not that he would have been able to, as any master could track his fledglings with ease, but Connor didn't know that. There were many things that Connor did not yet know, and that was the main reason that Dorian worried so when he didn't know where his lover was. He didn't want to smother the other man, didn't want to drive him to a point where he truly did hate him, but giving the younger vampire such freedoms often led to moments of panic like the one that he had experienced earlier that evening. If he wasn't careful, then Connor wouldn't be the only one teetering on the brink of madness.

"And what were you doing while I was out feeding?" Connor wondered, his heightened senses picking up on Dorian's changing emotions. He was secretly moved that the other man had been so worried about him. Not that he would tell the redhead that. He could hardly admit it to himself yet.

"Oh, I was just watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas and reading this fascinating expose on the secret lives of Santa's elves. Do you have any idea what those tiny little deviants do when they're not making toys for the fat man? It's shocking." Dorian joked, turning towards his lover as he did so in order to catch the other man's reaction. Connor needed to learn to laugh more, and Dorian took every opportunity to try and rectify that situation. However, when he turned around he caught sight of something that caused him to loose his good humor immediately.

"Who's blood is that?" Dorian demanded, instantly vacating his place in front of the computer and moving over to where his companion now sat. There were tiny droplets of dark red blood, slowly turning black as they dried, on Connor's olive colored silk shirt. "I taught you not to spill even a drop, so I know it's not from feeding. What happened? Are you okay? Did-"

"Hush Dorian, you worry too much." Connor chided, allowing a slight chuckle to escape him as he tried not to picture the handsome vampire in front of him as a mother hen. He didn't think that Dorian would find the analogy very amusing.

"I'll stop worrying when you tell me who's blood that is on your shirt." Dorian replied impatiently, not liking the silent laughter that was dancing through the pale blue eyes of his lover. It was not the time for jokes, not if something serious had occurred while the young vampire was out hunting alone. He vowed to himself that he would never allow Connor to go out hunting alone ever again, regardless of how he reacted. Dorian didn't care if Connor hated him, at least he would be alive and well.

His overly protective, not to mention possessive, thoughts were interrupted when Connor finally lost his battle for sobriety and burst into a loud fit of laughter.

"And what, exactly, is so damn funny?!" Dorian growled, unintentionally baring his fangs as he did so.

"You." Connor replied simply. It was so rare that he got to see the elder vampire loose his composure, even a little, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to tease the other man about such a loss of control. "First you look like you want to lock me away in a gilded cage to protect me from the evils of the world, and now you look like you're planning on strangling me to death yourself. You really should make up your mind, Dorian."

"Shut up." The red head replied in a childish tone. It wasn't often that he was the butt of a joke, and he didn't think that he liked it very much. Not at all, in fact. "It's not like you'd die from it, anyway."

"Of course not." Connor said, shaking his head in disbelief. How the other man could seem so cold, so in control one moment, and then be so fiery and wild the next was a wonder to him. Especially when he was the cause of such passionate outbursts. Connor was still at a loss as to how to explain why he held such power over the incredibly alluring man before him. He just couldn't understand it in the least.

"Now, who's blood is it?" Dorian inquired once again, after a lengthy pause. All joking aside, Dorian was legitimately worried about what his companion had done in order to find himself splattered with blood. He needed to know rather there was an outside force threatening his lover, in which case the fool would be dead before morning, or rather Connor once again needed saving from himself. Regardless of his opinions of such things, Dorian none the less found himself praying that it was the former.

"I ran into another Hell-damned demon while I was out hunting." Connor finally replied, setting Dorian's mind at ease as soon as the words had left his mouth. The sudden softening of the vampire's golden eyes, a nearly imperceptible unfurrowing of the elder's brow, told Connor that more clearly than any words. He wondered if perhaps he ought to take Dorian along with him the next time he went out, regardless of rather the other needed to feed or not. It would make everything so much easier. "The beast was terrorizing an innocent, so I dispatched it to it's final, fiery reward. What else would you have had me do?"

Dorian couldn't help but laugh, both with relief and humor. Connor was still trying to save his flock, even if it was in a different manner than he had when he'd served the church. Some things just couldn't be changed.

"I'm glad that you find the idea so amusing Dorian." Connor chided as a scarlet head fell to his shoulder, Dorian's entire body now positively vibrating with laughter.

"It's not that, my raven haired beauty." Dorian said, attempting to placate his aggravated lover. "Really it's not."

"Shut up." Connor replied automatically, but without much conviction. He was slowly getting used to the vampire's teasing nature, and he no longer found offense with much of what the other man said. It was simply his way.

"You know..." Dorian began to say once his body had stopped shaking, his mirth returning to it's usual place just beneath the surface of his brilliant golden eyes. "You smell wonderful." The red head nuzzled his face into the crook of Connor's neck, delighting in the light shiver that passed through the other man at the contact. Despite what he may say, of how he might deny it, Connor's body never failed to react to Dorian's touch. "Good enough to eat, even."

"I smell like blood and sweat, Dorian."

"Exactly."

Connor didn't reply. Instead he allowed his eyes to fall slowly closed, his dark lashes creating shadows across his cheeks even as they began to flush with color. His neck bent easily, his breath quickening as Dorian pushed aside the high collar of his silk shirt to begin suckling at the tender flesh that he found there. He did not resist. On the first night that they had lain together Connor had given over his will to his scarlet haired tempter, conceded that their desires were essentially the same, and as such he had ceased to protest his corrupter's amorous activities. He did not have the strength to lie to the other man, or to himself. Not when the results would still remain the same.

There were some things that the former priest was not yet ready to accept. The passion that coursed through his veins at the simplest touch of his golden eyed lover was not one of those things. Especially not when Dorian was doing such wondrous things with his very talented tongue to his highly sensitive neck.

"Dorian." Connor said eventually, trying, if half-heartedly, to momentarily pause his lover's ministrations.

"Hum?" Dorian didn't even slow in his actions, instead moving further down towards Connor's now exposed collarbone. There was something about the pale flesh of Connor's collarbone that fascinated Dorian endlessly, and he liked to pay special attention to the area whenever he had the opportunity. Not that Connor ever seemed to mind.

"I'm all dirty." It was nearly a whine. Although, rather such a tone was the result of Connor's nearly obsessive sense of cleanliness or from the sudden nip of Dorian's cainines at the hollow of his throat, neither was completely certain. "I need to go and take a shower first. I don't want you tasting that demon-dead abomination's filth on me."

"How sweet." Dorian replied, licking along the other's throat as he did so. "However, what would be the point of getting all cleaned up when I plan on making you dirty straight away? It would be quite useless."

Connor simply nodded, giving in and obediently letting his head fall to the side in order to let his lover have better access to the slender length of his neck, allowing the other suckle the skin at his leisure. Why bother fighting, he thought, when what Dorian was doing felt so good. Besides, it was pointless to argue with the scarlet haired vampire when he set his mind to something. Especially when it involved his desires for Connor.

"Dorian." Connor called out his lover's name once again, but this time without any intentions of stopping his actions. Quite the opposite, actually, as the azure eyed vampire fisted the fingers of one hand into the long, silky strands of Dorian's flame-red hair, his other hand moving to stroke along the smooth plains of Dorian's back in encouragement.

Both men moaned with pleasure at the first touch of Dorian's sharp fangs to one of Connor's newly exposed nipples, his hands quickly working down the row of dark buttons on his companion's shirt. The fabric was already growing damp from the sheen of sweat that had broken out over Connor's heated skin as Dorian pushed it out of the way, endeavoring to expose as much of Connor's deliciously pale flesh as possible. Connor assisted in the effort by reaching up and pulling the olive fabric off of his own shoulders while Dorian used the tip of his tongue to follow a droplet of sweat down along the smooth, hairless plains of Connor's chest. He didn't stop until he had reached the indent of his raven haired lover's navel.

"You know," Dorian said, pausing to dip his moist tongue into Connor's navel and delighting in the undignified squeal that the action caused. His lover really was quite sensitive. "This probably would be much more fun in the bedroom." He slid one hand down in between Connor's legs to give the growing bulge that he knew he would find there a firm squeeze, making certain that his intentions were very clear, and he received a low groan in response. It sounded like an assent to Dorian, so he gracefully rose from the sofa and began making his way towards the bedroom, certain that his raven haired lover would soon follow.

He wasn't disappointed, as he heard the sounds of Connor's footsteps behind him almost immediately. Not that there had ever been any doubt.

Dorian was surprised, however, when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him from behind as soon as he reached the doorway to the bedroom. Connor then began to kiss along Dorian's neck, much as the other man had done to him earlier, while his hands ran back and forth across the firm plains of Dorian's stomach and chest. Connor's nails, which he had also begun to allow to grow ever so slightly longer, scraped teasingly along his lover's flesh as he moved Dorian's dark red sweater out of the way. Although Connor had more or less ceased his attempts to thwart Dorian's amorous advances, his proactive movements still came as a complete surprise, and Dorian was momentarily rendered speechless by the pleasurable assault on his person. Not that he was complaining. It was shocking, but in no way undesirable. Quite the contrary, actually. So much so, in fact, that Dorian did not at first hear Connor's words as they were spoken hotly into his ear.

"I said," Connor purred lowly, a slight chuckle distorting the sound perceptibly. "That you're over dressed. Do something about it."

With that he moved away from Dorian to make his way towards the bed, shedding the remainder of his clothing as he did so.

His lover was certainly changing, slowly but surely, Dorian thought as he watched the show that Connor was providing him with. Both the thought and the actions pleased him very much, even if he did keep his words to himself. He didn't want to risk ruining either the mood or Connor's newfound sense of abandon. They were both very important to him at the moment.

Dorian watched as Connor, now completely nude, slowly crawled up onto the black satin sheets of the king sized bed that they shared. The contrast between his flawless alabaster skin, and the unrelenting darkness of the bed was startling, and Dorian couldn't help but stare as Connor settled back on his elbows, stretching out his long, lean limbs and spreading his legs to unabashedly display his heavy erection. Dorian almost didn't recognize the man in his bed.

Connor stared up at him unblinkingly as he waited for Dorian to have his fill of looking at him, his pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief, a very enticing and playful smirk on his rosy lips, and the light glinting off of the points of his sharpened fangs. Dorian wasn't certain that that was possible. This was unlike anything Connor had ever done before, and it left Dorian at a complete loss for words. It was possibly the sexiest thing that he had ever seen. And that was saying something, considering the life that he had lead over the past several centuries.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Connor asked eventually, knowing full well how Dorian would interpret his words.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my Connor?" Dorian wondered, making certain that the prone man in his bed heard the playful note in his voice. "On second thought ... forget I asked that. I think I like this new attitude of yours."

The sound of Connor's laughter filled the room as Dorian unzipped his jeans, pushing them off of his slim hips and down to the ground as he too crawled up onto the bed. He wore nothing under them.

"Good." Connor said, his laughter turning into a groan of pleasure as Dorian settled his body atop his lover's, causing their erections to rub teasingly together. "I finally got you out of that hideous holiday sweater. If I'd know that this was all that I had to do, I would have done it days ago."

"At least I got rid of the mistletoe belt." Dorian replied, dipping his head to once again suckle at Connor's neck. He just couldn't get enough of that delicious stretch of skin. He didn't think that he ever would.

Connor's body continued to vibrate with both laughter and pleasure, moans and giggles intermixed as Dorian alternated sucking and licking at his neck. Until he suddenly ceased all movement and became as still as stone.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of this." Dorian said when he felt his lover's body become rigid beneath him. He knew why Connor had stopped moving, he had just hopped that his newfound sense of ease would cause him to forget, at least for a while, what he considered to be a visible mark of his sins.

"Just leave it alone, Dorian. Please." Connor said quietly, his hand reflexively moving up to trace the scar that ran the length of the left side of his throat. The scar from his final suicide attempt. The scar from the night of his transformation.

"No." Dorian said firmly, reaching up to gently remove his lover's hand from his neck and laying a soft kiss in place of it. "I like your scar. It's proof."

"Proof of what?" Connor said after a brief pause, turning his head to the side so that he didn't have to look at Dorian's searing golden eyes. Sometimes he just couldn't handle the intensity that he found there.

"That I won't let you fall ever again, not without being there to catch you." Dorian whispered, leaning in to kiss the spot once again. "And, that I'll never let you go."

"Dorian." Connor turned his pale, ice blue eyes to meet Dorian's golden ones, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something else, but nothing came out. They both knew that there were things that Connor felt, things that he wanted to say but couldn't. He just wasn't ready. Dorian didn't hold it against him.

Instead, Connor craned his neck up, bringing his lips into contact with Dorian's in place of the words that he could not say. He only hoped that the other man would understand his unspoken message.

When their kiss ended Dorian pulled back, once again looking into his lover's eyes. He loved the way that Connor's beautiful blue eyes would glaze over after he was properly kissed, his normally pale skin flushing with color, and Dorian was about to tell the raven haired man this when Connor once again spoke up.

"I'm sorry Dorian, I've gone and ruined the mood now." He said, his eyes downcast even as he began to turn his body, attempting to find a way out from beneath his lover's weight. "I-"

"Oh, you haven't ruined anything my sweet." Dorian replied, rising up on his knees and allowing Connor to roll over onto his stomach, burying his face in the comforting softness of one of their satin covered ebony pillows. He wasn't about to complain about the view that the movement gave him, chuckling as Connor unwittingly did exactly what he had wanted him to do. Really, the man could still be so naive sometimes. "It'll take more than that to kill my passion for you."

Because of his position face down on the bed Connor was unable to see the smirk that graced Dorian's full, scarlet lips as he looked down at his prone lover lay out before him like a Christmas feast. Nor was he able to see Dorian reaching one graceful hand towards the dark wood of the bedside table, noiselessly removing a vile of cinnamon lubricant from the small drawer there and using it to coat his throbbing length. In fact, he didn't notice anything until Dorian was pushing himself into his unprepared entrance with a forceful thrust.

Connor groaned wordlessly at the sudden intrusion. He rose up instinctively onto his knees in an immediate attempt to throw the other man off of his back, but he only succeeded in allowing Dorian's cock better access, the rigid length fitting more fully into the tightness of his channel. After that firm hands gripping onto his hips stilled any further movement of his body, but Connor was still able to turn his head enough to stare accusingly up at Dorian's grinning face.

"You bastard!" Connor growled through gritted teeth. "You don't have to be so damn rough!"

"No, I don't have to be." Dorian replied with a wink, thrusting experimentally into the heat of his lover's body. He felt the tight ring of muscle clench around him, and it felt to Dorian as if Connor's body were welcoming him, even if the man himself were not. "Haven't you learned by now that vampires are far tougher than humans could ever hope to be? We don't need nearly as much preparation as they do."

"Your point being?" Connor demanded, suddenly rocking encouragingly back onto Dorian's invading manhood despite his supposed protests.

"You know I'd never hurt you." Dorian attempted to sound wounded, but failed when his words ended on a moan as Connor purposefully clenched around him. Once the former priest had abandoned his restraint he had quickly learned to control his body, learning how to drive his much more experienced lover mad with very little effort. They may have only been together for a few months, but Connor planned on proving just what a fast learner he was.

"See. You know you love it."

"I hate you."

"I know." Dorian said with a moan, his thrusts quickly picking up both speed and intensity. "I love you anyway though, my darling one."

Connor didn't reply, and soon all words were simply replaced by heated moans and impassioned groans. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and of the creaking of bedsprings nearly drowning out even those vocalizations as the intensity of Dorian's thrusts increased. It became an animalistic sort of passion, a nearly violent coupling, but Connor held his own, meeting each of Dorian's thrusts with ones of his own.

"Harder!" Connor finally managed to shout, his fists gripping the railings of the bed's iron headboard as he lent forward, spreading his thighs and bringing his hips up higher, giving his lover a better angle at which to thrust into him with.

"I thought you wanted me to be gentler?" Dorian teased, moaning loudly as their new position enabled him to burry his cock deeper into Connor's welcoming heat. He felt as if his entire body were on fire, and he feared that they both may burst into flames if they didn't cum soon. Not that Dorian planned on waiting long enough to find out if it would really happen. "Such a change in attitude. I suppose I should be glad that I found you when I did, or else you may have turned into quite the little slut with some other man's encouragements."

"Shut up and fuck me, you jerk."

In response Dorian drove himself even harder into Connor's body, bringing his fangs down to the juncture of throat and shoulder at the same time, bitting into his lover as he hit his prostate with a particularly harsh thrust. He knew that this would be Connor's undoing, and when the raven haired beauty beneath him reached his zenith the strength of his orgasm took Dorian along with him, both of them cuming with screams that vaguely resembled each other's names.

After their bodies were milked dry by their last, halfhearted thrusts, they both collapsed down onto the tangled sheets, Dorian still buried deep in the tight embrace of Connor's body. There was something oddly comforting about the continued contact, and as they fought to regain their breath Connor made certain not to move too far from his lover's heated body, so as not to unintentionally dislodge the flesh that currently connected them. As if reading his mind, Dorian pulled him closer, wrapping both his legs and his arms around Connor despite the sticky heat that covered their rapidly cooling skin.

They lay like that for some time, tangled together in a sated embrace, Dorian planting gentle kisses along the length of Connor's neck wherever he could reach it. That, however, was the extent of either of their abilities to move. Not that either of them minded. They were more than content as they were.

Then a thought occurred to Dorian.

"It's Christmas Eve, you know."

"I know." Connor replied drowsily, sleep already beginning to claim his conciseness.

"Did you put up your stocking so Santa can leave you something fun?"

"Idiot." Connor snorted. "Demons don't get Christmas presents."

"Really?" Dorian said doubtfully, watching as Connor's eyes fell closed and his breathing began to even out. He always found his lover intoxicating, but he felt that there was something even more lovely about him when his guard was down and he was completely relaxed in slumber. Especially after being thoroughly ravished. It was a truly beautiful site, and Dorian endeavored to keep his eyes open as long as possible in order to watch the enchanting vision that he found before him. "Then why did I get exactly what I wanted?"

There was no response. And Dorian didn't need one. The warmth of his lover's embrace was more than enough.

THE END