It Was Pouring Outside
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,278
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
It Was Pouring Outside
*This is an original work of fiction-- That means it's mine and not yours!!! Ha Ha!!! (I'm just kidding...)This is my first vampire fic, and this chapter is simply a teaser depicting the affair between two of my favorite boys Yves(Pronounced "Eve") and Caled. *Gasp* It couldn't be... those are boy's names... Yes it's true, this story is SLASH!!!-- That means boy on boy action!!! Feel free to review and let me know if I should continue this story, k?* Enjoy!!!
~Asyen
Oh I almost forgot!!! Yves was born without fully formed vocal chords so he is unable to talk. However, he is NOT MUTE!!! He is perfectly capable of screaming, moaning... and any of the other wonderful noises needed to express himself. As a blessing, Caled can understand his thoughts.
~Asyen
(*..*) = Yves thoughts
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Chapter One: The Morning After
The walls shook with rumblings of thunder. Yves woke alone in the bed, again, hopelessly tangled in the sheets. Yves stretched and was met with a vivid vision of the night before. The sheets were crisp around him; still clinging to the fragrance of lavender drenched sweat and the toxic smell of sex and blood.
He yawned and rolled over onto his stomach.
*Ooh that hurts...*
Leaning halfway on his side he pulled back the sheet. From his navel to the top of his thighs was a battlefield of mostly clotted cuts and bruises. Yves paused over a particularly deep gash on his inner thigh.
*Gods, I don't remember that happening...was I drinking last night?*
Yves laughed to himself. He knew the answer to that question. He had become massively intoxicated every night for the past month. But he had a good excuse...sort of. Caled winced when he placed his feet on the floor and muscles he didn't even know he had pulled.
*If only he wasn't so damn rough!!! Well at least nothing's broken this time.*
Yves stood and looked around the room for some trace of the wine he drank the night before; the wine that he knew wasn't wine any more than the one who tore his nether regions and (he stretched again with a grimace) his most tender parts to shreds was human. Why oh why did he succumb to such abuse night after night? Why did he keep begging for more long after his body had become numb from pain?
The answer was simple. He was in love. He was head over heels (heels over head), tear yourself apart, screaming, bleeding, begging in love with an immortal; a vampire... his vampire.
If it wouldn't have hurt so damned much, he would have danced with joy as his gaze met the half empty bottle of "wine" on his dresser. Yves hobbled across the room, picked it up and took a long draught. Yves chuckled as he felt his mouth go numb from the potency of the "wine"; soon spreading to his aching limbs. Sufficiently subdued, he made his way to the window. Through the rain he could just make out the shadow of Caled's motorcycle.
*So he stayed... that's a first.*
At that moment, an ivory arm snaked itself around his bruised waist and pulled him towards the body it belonged to. Delicious pain shot through his loins and he nearly cried out. A pair of icy lips pressed to the nape of his neck. Yves wasted no time tilting his neck in offering. Sure enough, Caled's fangs ripped through the flesh; then sinful lips latched themselves to the wound and drank deeply. After a few moments, Yves vision began to falter and he brought his hand up to grasp Caled's auburn hair in warning that he was about to pass out. Caled took two or three swallows more, swiped his tongue over the gash to close it, then released him abruptly. Yves collapsed to the floor gasping. Caled smirked down at him and reached down to tousle his shoulder length sable hair. He picked up the discarded bottle of wine and set it next to the crumpled form.
"Could not leave without breakfast could I? There are three more bottles of my wine in the refrigerator; remember to eat something later or you will just feel terrible. Until next time."
Yves nodded, unable to muster the strength needed to stand. Caled smirked at him again and closed the door. Within a few moments, he heard the motorcycle pull out of his driveway with a roar. Yves sighed and brought the bottle to his lips. When did he first succumb to the addicting torture of a vampire? The exact details escape Yves mind.
All he could remember was... that it was pouring outside.
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So... what did you think? Pretty decent? Give up my day job? Let me know with a review k?
~AsyenMari
~Asyen
Oh I almost forgot!!! Yves was born without fully formed vocal chords so he is unable to talk. However, he is NOT MUTE!!! He is perfectly capable of screaming, moaning... and any of the other wonderful noises needed to express himself. As a blessing, Caled can understand his thoughts.
~Asyen
(*..*) = Yves thoughts
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter One: The Morning After
The walls shook with rumblings of thunder. Yves woke alone in the bed, again, hopelessly tangled in the sheets. Yves stretched and was met with a vivid vision of the night before. The sheets were crisp around him; still clinging to the fragrance of lavender drenched sweat and the toxic smell of sex and blood.
He yawned and rolled over onto his stomach.
*Ooh that hurts...*
Leaning halfway on his side he pulled back the sheet. From his navel to the top of his thighs was a battlefield of mostly clotted cuts and bruises. Yves paused over a particularly deep gash on his inner thigh.
*Gods, I don't remember that happening...was I drinking last night?*
Yves laughed to himself. He knew the answer to that question. He had become massively intoxicated every night for the past month. But he had a good excuse...sort of. Caled winced when he placed his feet on the floor and muscles he didn't even know he had pulled.
*If only he wasn't so damn rough!!! Well at least nothing's broken this time.*
Yves stood and looked around the room for some trace of the wine he drank the night before; the wine that he knew wasn't wine any more than the one who tore his nether regions and (he stretched again with a grimace) his most tender parts to shreds was human. Why oh why did he succumb to such abuse night after night? Why did he keep begging for more long after his body had become numb from pain?
The answer was simple. He was in love. He was head over heels (heels over head), tear yourself apart, screaming, bleeding, begging in love with an immortal; a vampire... his vampire.
If it wouldn't have hurt so damned much, he would have danced with joy as his gaze met the half empty bottle of "wine" on his dresser. Yves hobbled across the room, picked it up and took a long draught. Yves chuckled as he felt his mouth go numb from the potency of the "wine"; soon spreading to his aching limbs. Sufficiently subdued, he made his way to the window. Through the rain he could just make out the shadow of Caled's motorcycle.
*So he stayed... that's a first.*
At that moment, an ivory arm snaked itself around his bruised waist and pulled him towards the body it belonged to. Delicious pain shot through his loins and he nearly cried out. A pair of icy lips pressed to the nape of his neck. Yves wasted no time tilting his neck in offering. Sure enough, Caled's fangs ripped through the flesh; then sinful lips latched themselves to the wound and drank deeply. After a few moments, Yves vision began to falter and he brought his hand up to grasp Caled's auburn hair in warning that he was about to pass out. Caled took two or three swallows more, swiped his tongue over the gash to close it, then released him abruptly. Yves collapsed to the floor gasping. Caled smirked down at him and reached down to tousle his shoulder length sable hair. He picked up the discarded bottle of wine and set it next to the crumpled form.
"Could not leave without breakfast could I? There are three more bottles of my wine in the refrigerator; remember to eat something later or you will just feel terrible. Until next time."
Yves nodded, unable to muster the strength needed to stand. Caled smirked at him again and closed the door. Within a few moments, he heard the motorcycle pull out of his driveway with a roar. Yves sighed and brought the bottle to his lips. When did he first succumb to the addicting torture of a vampire? The exact details escape Yves mind.
All he could remember was... that it was pouring outside.
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So... what did you think? Pretty decent? Give up my day job? Let me know with a review k?
~AsyenMari