Silver Revolver

The severed head was dropped unceremoniously onto the messy desk. The jaws were eternally unhinged in a silent scream, eyes bulged open in a disturbing stare. The ceiling fan wafted the metallic stench of blood around the cluttered office. The receptionist looked up from the odd offering to the man who’d brought it. Her eyes widened in awe. She quickly sat up from her slouched, bored position, drawing attention to her impressive cleavage. She immediately started patting her afro, making sure she looked as good as possible.

After all, Crucifix James was standing right in front of her. The most famed vampire hunter in the land had come to her dinky, little town and had apparently slain the most powerful vampire, if the head on her desk was anything to go by. And she’d have to say the women were right; Crucifix was a fucking masterpiece. Spiky hair dyed an unnatural shade of dark blue, an arrogant yet heart-stopping smirk, and grey eyes which seemed to look straight through you. His tanned, muscular body was adorned with tattoos and a few scars… Not to mention the bulge in his bloody, ripped jeans promised a good time.

She leaned over as seductively as she could with a decapitated head before her and said, “There’s an awfully big bounty on this one.”

“I know. That’s why I killed him… Chanel,” Crucifix replied, his voice low and decadent.

“You know my name?” her heart was throwing itself desperately against her ribcage. Could her horoscope have been right today? It did say she would find her soul mate in an unlikely place…

“It’s on your name-tag.”

She laughed nervously; so much for her horoscope. But Chanel Laquisha Dionne Jackson didn’t give up so easily!

“So how long will you be staying her, big boy?”

“I’m leaving in the morning. No reason to stay in this shit hole any longer than that.”

“That’s too bad…” she started to suck on the tip of her pen.

Crucifix cocked a dark eyebrow. Subtlety certainly wasn’t a prerequisite in this town. He smirked. He liked that. Perhaps he could stay at this woman’s house overnight; free lodging and food… and maybe even sex. His eyes drifted to her prominent bosom. Yeah, that wouldn’t be too shitty a deal.

“What time do get off work? Perhaps I could buy you a drink or two with my bounty, Chanel.”

“As soon as I give you your reward,” she positively beamed. “The mayor is on sick leave; what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him!”

Chanel was quick in doing said task, handing him the cheque card with a coy gaze. He observed it for a bit before carefully tucking it into one of the many pockets of his black vest.

“Ready to go, babe?” Crucifix poured on the charm thick.

Chanel nodded eagerly and soon they were off for a night of drinking at the taverns, leaving the vampire’s head on the desk to ooze blood and gristle all over important documents. The night janitor wasn’t going to be pleased about that.

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“I had a really good time tonight, Crucifix,” Chanel hiccupped as she tried to get the key into the door. It was midnight and the pair stood before Chanel’s apartment. The woman was so drunk she was seeing double, which meant she had no idea which keyhole she was seeing was the real one.

“Me, too. I was wondering,” Crucifix wrapped his strong arms around her waist before cooing, “would you mind too terribly if I spent the night on your couch?”

She shuddered at the way his breath warmed the back of her neck. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch, honey…”

Finally she got the key into the hole and unlocked the door, flipping on the light switch immediately. The apartment was small and neat; a few odd knickknacks here and there such as a disco ball on the living room ceiling and about a dozen lava lamps in each room.

“I really liked the ‘70’s…” she giggled at his perplexed expression.

“I thought as much with the afro, but I couldn’t be sure,” he chuckled sarcastically.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Nah; I’m intoxicated enough already.”

She giggled at his joke in what she hoped was an endearing manner, but an embarrassing pig-like snort took over.

“Well… I’m going to freshen up a bit. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch while you wait? Something good’s got to be on cable,” she tossed the remote at him. He caught it without even a glance in her direction. Chanel sighed; Crucifix was so perfect. Today had to be her lucky day, because it just didn’t get any luckier than this.

She sashayed off to the bathroom, swaying her hips coquettishly, revelling in the fact that his eyes were on her.

The vampire hunter shook his head as he flipped through the TV stations. He hardly ever watched television; none of the shit passing for programming held his interest. He was just looking forward to getting laid and getting the hell out of this backwards, diminutive town. He hated rural areas like this; not enough lights, not enough action, not enough anything. He was impressed that they even had electricity.

He leaned back into the lumpy, pea-green sofa, wincing slightly as he pressed against one of the bigger gashes on his back. That bloodsucker got him good tonight. He’d underestimated the bastard at first, but after being pushed down the flight of steep stairs, he realised he had to step his game up. The fight had been long and brutal, but it was worth it. The bounty on Vladimir more than made up for the cuts and bruises and broken blades which needed repairing. Having forgotten entirely about the TV, he reached into his haversack and withdrew a shiny, antique, hoary revolver with elaborate designs etched into the grip. He opened the cylinder with a frown; he only had one silver bullet left. He’d riddled Vladimir’s body with the other five in a desperate attempt to save himself. Ammo for the gun was rare and bloody expensive. He highly doubted he could find any in this poor excuse for a locale.

A loud, piercing scream brought him back to reality.

The smell of death and blood assaulted his senses along with a foreboding presence. Instantaneously, he got to his feet, the revolver still clenched in his hands, cursing himself for not paying enough attention to his surroundings. How the fuck could a vampire be in the house without him knowing?! His game was extremely off today. First he almost got killed, was careless with atypical ammunition, and now a vampire managed to kill the woman (he was going to fuck) right under his nose. He followed the smell of blood into a bedroom.

Posters of disco artists and old celebrities plastered the cracked walls. Even more lava lamps were in this room. The floor was covered in shag carpeting and a round bed draped in tiger print sheets sat in the middle of the room. However, none of this was important at the moment. Crucifix stared at Chanel’s lifeless body, dark blood spilling out of her massacred neck. She’d changed into lingerie before the vampire got to her. He cursed; he wasn’t a necrophiliac so now sex was definitely out of the equation. His eyes scanned the room. There was no sign of Chanel’s killer in sight.

“Are you looking for me, Crucifix?” a low voice called mockingly from behind him. He pivoted quickly, the muzzle of his revolver pressing against a shockingly white forehead. In front of him stood a vampire; a very effeminate one at that. A heart-shaped face framed by long, red hair, full, wide, bloodied lips, an aristocratic nose, and shockingly orange eyes. He seemed completely unfazed by being at gunpoint. Crucifix’s eyes roamed downwards. The redhead’s lean body was covered by a red dress shirt and black, leather pants.

“Why are you here? Are you one of Vladimir’s cronies? Mad because I killed him?” Crucifix applied more pressure onto the gun, needing to get a reaction out of the smug-looking vampire.

“I am a bit upset that you killed my lover, yes.”

Crucifix’s eyes widened slightly. “You vampires disgust me. A bunch of twisted faggots, the lot of you.”

“You don’t need such bravado; we have no audience here. Not all humans hate my kind. In fact, some of the humans you have slept with are my friends… And they are not all female.”

“I’m getting tired of hearing your shit,” Crucifix cocked the hammer. “Do you have any reason why I shouldn’t blow your fucking brains out right now?”

“Because I have a proposition to make.”

“Is that so? I can’t wait to hear it.”

“I want to be your lover.”

A stunned silence.

“… What? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

“I don’t see what is so strange about what I said. You killed someone powerful… It shows how powerful you are. I’ve belonged to him all my life. Now I want to belong to you. It’s the only way I know how to survive.”

“… As disturbing and heart-warming as that is, that’s not my problem. If you were smart, you would’ve found another vampire to whore yourself out to, because now you’re going to die.”

“You can’t mean that. Surely even a rogue such as yourself would adhere to the rules.”

“The rules?”

“You should have at least heard of them; in the Treaty of Transylvania? The newer vampires don’t follow them, but an Old World like Vladimir does. You killed the head vampire of this county. You inherit what is his. It usually only applies to other vampires, but I feel as though it would be unwise not to make an exception. I am Vladimir’s most prized possession… Most would be flattered by an offer like this.”

Crucifix swallowed audibly, his throat suddenly dry and his eyes involuntarily undressing the other man. “You would betray your own kind for a mortal? That seems a bit stupid. When I die, they would rip you to shreds.”

“But that won’t happen, my love. I know your secret, Crucifix. The humans you defend… You are not like them,” a row of perfect, white teeth and two fangs were revealed when the vampire smiled. “You are a demon. You’re no better than we are. And it makes you even more tempting to me.”

Crucifix’s countenance reflected his shock. No one knew his secret; those who had known had been dead for years, already rotted to the point where they were nothing but dust and bones… How could this lowlife have possibly come across this knowledge? His forefinger weighed down on the trigger.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

“My name is Jabez.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“You haven’t given me the answer I desire, either.”

Jabez smirked at the perplexed look which marred the hunter’s handsome face.

“No, I don’t want you,” Crucifix said evenly. “I’m going to kill you. Your kind has murdered too many innocent people. The body of someone you’ve killed lies right next to us as we speak.”

“You won’t even let me prove myself to you?” Jabez pouted. The childlike expression looked quite strange on his elegant face. A pale hand rose up to the revolver, caressing the cold metal as if it was the warm flesh of a lover. His orange eyes were locked with Crucifix’s grey ones as he lowered the gun to his own mouth where he kissed the tip.

“Nothing you can do is going to change my mind—”
Crucifix was rendered speechless as he watched the redhead trail his tongue down the barrel of the pistol, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. The act was so completely bizarre, but at the same time, it was just as erotic. His breath hitched in his throat as those plush lips wrapped around the muzzle before engulfing as much as the barrel as possible.

The unusual fellatio was having its desired effect on Crucifix. No matter how much he willed it away, a painful erection was tenting in his jeans. Jabez was twisted as fuck. Who in their right minds would do something like that? Did death not frighten him? Just the sheer fact that he could blow the deranged whore’s head off any time he pleased made the slayer’s body sizzle with a novel arousal. He could always kill the bloodsucker after he got off… He forcibly withdrew the gun from Jabez’s mouth and pointed it between his eyes, the metal even shinier now that it was coated with saliva.

“I admire your persistence, Jabez,” he smirked at the slightly frightened look on the other man’s face. “Maybe you’d like to demonstrate on the real thing?”

The vampire obediently kneeled before him, hands instantaneously making quick work of his zipper. He stroked the cinnamon locks with the revolver, letting Jabez know he was still very much in charge of this situation. He shuddered a bit; Jabez’s hands were colder than he’d anticipated. The contrast of his dark, thick cock against Jabez’s cocaine-white hands was obscenely beautiful. Yes, this scenario was quite strange. He was about to get a blowjob from one of the creatures he killed for a living in the house of a dead woman whose body was only a few feet away.

He dug the revolver’s muzzle into Jabez’s scalp. “Get on with it.”

He moaned softly as the deceptively warm mouth surrounded his girth. A slick tongue alternated between working the sensitive area beneath his cock head and massaging the underbelly. He buried his free hand in the fiery hair, pulling it roughly as he thrust in and out of the vulnerable cavity. He hated to admit it, but Jabez looked sinfully delicious with a cock stuffed in his pretty mouth. He used the long hair as a reign, pulling Jabez’s head off of his member entirely so he could lick along the sides, from root to tip like it was a tasty candy cane.

“You like that?” he rasped, taking his erection into his hand and rubbing the wet tip along the soft lips.

“Yes…” Jabez’s voice lost its articulate, arrogant timbre, now sounding desperate and whiny.

“Yes, who…?” Crucifix pulled his cock away.

“Yes, master!”

“That’s a good boy,” the demon purred, slipping back into the vampire’s mouth.

Jabez hummed around the sizeable arousal, sending shivers of pleasure down Crucifix’s spine. He fucked Jabez’s mouth viciously, hoping he didn’t accidentally squeeze the trigger when he came because he wasn’t done with this vamp just yet.

Jabez had to grip the hunter’s muscular thighs to keep himself from falling with the brutal force of his thrusts. The thick organ was rubbing his throat raw, his jaws ached, and he hit his nose on the hard abdomen every time he was pulled back down. But through it all, he couldn’t help but admire Crucifix’s face as it contorted in carnal pleasure.

With a low growl, Crucifix ejaculated down his throat, almost choking him with ribbons of bitter semen. He swallowed it all without fail, and not just to prevent himself from choking. Anything to please the vampire hunter.

“Not bad…” Crucifix panted, caressing the pale face with the revolver.

He then pushed Jabez away, sending him crashing to the floor, before sauntering over to the bed and taking a seat, his cock still rock hard and standing proudly through his zipper. Jabez remained on the floor, trying to catch his breath. His hair was a mess now, falling over his face appealingly. His plump lips were swollen and even redder than they were previously. Crucifix spun the gun’s cylinder nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving the smaller man’s body.

“Strip,” was his simple command.

Nimble, pallid fingers hurriedly unbuttoned the red dress shirt as the vampire rose to his feet. The shirt was quickly shrugged off slender shoulders, falling to the floor and revealing a toned, creamy torso and rosy nipples. Those deft fingers then moved to his leather pants. The pants clung so tightly to the sleek hips and legs that getting out of them was quite the task. Once he was finally naked, he stood still, waiting for further instruction.

‘He looks like a marble sculpture,’ Crucifix mused as he leisurely disrobed.

They quietly observed each other.

“You’ve never done anything but warm someone’s bed from the looks of you… Not a scar or a muscle in sight,” he commented as he reclined on his elbows, his thighs spread and his penis vulgarly erect. They were equally exposed, vulnerable, and naked… but still Crucifix’s dominance overpowered.

“That’s all he wanted me for,” Jabez replied softly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable beneath the intense scrutiny.

“You must be a good fuck then…”

An overconfident smirk, “I would’ve stated it more eloquently, but you could say that.”

“Hmm… You’re the most articulate slut I’ve ever come across,” the gun was now aimed at the vampire’s chest. “Come here.”

Warily, Jabez neared the bed. He was coming into the realisation that he was very much at the hunter’s mercy. The man didn’t part with his lethal weapon even in sexual situations.

“Do you know how mad I am at you?” Crucifix laughed a wry laugh.

“No, I don’t.”

“Ah, ah, ah…” a finger waved warningly. “Remember who you’re talking to.”

“No, I don’t, master…”

“You killed my fuck for the night,” he nodded in the direction of Chanel’s stiff corpse. “What made you think I would want you instead?”

“You are not a human; you are not bound to their morals like you try to be. I am offering you power like none has offered you before. Your very own immortal being whose only purpose is to satisfy you. I knew you would not refuse.”

“You assume too much,” Crucifix pulled him onto his lap, their erections creating delicious friction upon contact. Crucifix began to grind his cock into Jabez’s in a slow, languid rhythm.

“Your actions don’t tell me that I’m wrong.”

A pleasured hiss escaped the full lips as the cold pistol slid over an already hardened nipple, gliding over his ribcage and the sensitive skin of his stomach. His back arched almost grotesquely and he pleaded incoherently, begging for things he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. The gun was now rubbing constantly against the heated flesh of his dick in time with Crucifix’s grinding.

“You like to fuck with danger, hmm? Such a kinky, little bitch…” Crucifix chuckled as he nipped the white throat. It was ironic how he was biting a vampire’s neck. “What makes you think I won’t kill you after I use you?”

“I… just know… you won’t…”

“You like to use big words and your body… But you really aren’t too bright are you?”

“Excuse me?” it was very difficult to sound offended when he was on the verge of an orgasm.

“You’ve sold your soul to me. You might be used to being worshipped and pampered because you’ve got a pretty face, but those days are over, if I don’t kill you tonight, that is. It all depends on how much you please me.”

“What…?”

Crucifix grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked so that his mouth was right next to the vampire’s ear. He whispered:

“Jabez, I’m going to fuck you.”

And with that an orgasm rocked the smaller man’s body. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly, longing to throw his head back but prevented by the demon’s strong grip, as the white fluid spewed from his cock, coating his and Crucifix’s members, along with the gun.

“So messy… Lick this off,” Crucifix lifted the soiled revolver to Jabez’s lips.

For the second time that night, Jabez found himself laving the gun with his tongue, this time the metallic tang accented with a salty, familiar taste. The vampire hunter watched with lidded eyes as he obediently lapped up his own cum. He felt as though he was being consumed by the hungry stare. When satisfied that the pistol was clean enough, Crucifix placed it on the table next to the bed.

“Face down, ass up,” was all he said.

Jabez nodded shakily, crawling off the demon’s body and onto the bed, and then getting into the desired position. He was actually quite afraid now. This would be his last shot at life if he didn’t satisfy the obviously psychotic man behind him. He knew he was no match for Crucifix’s power. He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He could hear Crucifix shuffling around in the drawer of the bedside table in search of lubricant.

A slick digit prodded his entrance tryingly before pushing in all the way in one swift motion. He moaned and pushed back against it. He always loved the feel of fingers inside him. Crucifix grinned. Was there anything that didn’t get Jabez off? He worked another finger into the tight heat and made a scissoring motion to make room for his cock with as little tearing as possible. Jabez was moaning loudly beneath him, already jerking himself off. He fucked the vampire with his fingers, sending powerful sensations along nerves. Jabez worked his hips unconsciously in time with Crucifix’s fingers, his eyes fluttering closed. He was so close… But yet he needed more.

Fortunately for him, the demon’s patience was wearing thin. He pulled his fingers out and grasped the narrow hips with his calloused hands. His member slid between Jabez’s legs, the dripping tip rubbing the skin behind the vampire’s balls.

“God… Hurry, please!”

“Beg me for it,” Crucifix purred as he smacked a white ass cheek. “And you better get your hand off that dick before I get angry."

Jabez whined in frustration. “Please fuck me, master…”

Crucifix slid his erection between the smaller man’s buttocks, pushing just the head inside the puckered hole. He whispered huskily, “You want this big cock in you, don’t you? You can do better than that.”

“I want you to… fuck me so hard that I can’t remember my own name… And then I want you to fill me with your cum. PLEASE. I need this!”

The unbridled desperation in Jabez’s voice was enough to drive the vampire hunter insane. Without warning, he slammed his entire shaft into the tight, pale ass. Jesus Christ! The velvety passage gripped his cock exquisitely like it was made for that sole purpose.

“Damn…” he muttered.

Jabez was quiet. He’d bitten down on his own hand to keep himself from crying out. Vladimir’s penis wasn’t nearly as big as Crucifix’s; he’d never been stretched so wide before. And so suddenly, too! The bastard just shoved it right in. At least the brute had some sort of control; he was giving him a few moments to adjust. He could tell how much Crucifix wanted to plough him into the mattress by the way his short yet extremely sharp nails dug into the thin skin of his hips.

“You’d better be ready, because I can’t hold out any longer,” the demon growled.

Before Jabez could even process that statement; Crucifix pulled out almost entirely, and then slammed back in. It hurt nearly as much as his first time did, but Jabez’s moans were a dulcet mixture of both pleasure and pain. Crucifix’s thrusts were relentless. He pounded the smaller man so hard that the bed shook with their movements.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, but not loud enough to muffle Jabez’s screams in any fashion. The vampire was delirious with pleasure. He felt as though his legs would give out, but luckily Crucifix was holding him up. He wanted so badly to touch his cock, however, Crucifix hadn’t given him permission to touch it again and he didn’t want to anger him. After all, his life quite literally depended on this. He clenched his ass muscles around the big cock, smirking a bit at the loud, appreciative moan above him.

“You like this, bitch?” Crucifix demanded gruffly, yanking a chunk of his hair.

“Yessss!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

A pathetic whimper was his reply.

It was intoxicating to see how different and wild Jabez was when he got a dick in him. He met all his thrusts with great vigour, giving just as hard as he got. Crucifix changed the angle of his thrusts, searching for the best angle to stimulate Jabez’s prostate. A throaty yell told him he’d found it.

The vampire was seeing fucking stars. The recognizable heat in his stomach was almost overbearing. He was on the brink of a soul-shattering orgasm. He shuddered as Crucifix’s large hand enclosed around his prick, fisting him roughly as he continued to fuck him into nothingness. A thin layer of sweat coated their bodies, slightly easing the friction as skin rubbed against skin. Crucifix was totally oblivious to the stinging cuts on his body as his salty sweat dripped into them.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna cum!” Jabez sobbed, burying his face into the sheets.

The taut walls contracted around the demon’s erection, milking his cock for all it was worth. Jabez had completely collapsed, his hips still held up by Crucifix whose thrusts seemed to be endless. A couple minutes later, Crucifix blew a second load inside the spent, trembling body.

He collapsed onto the redhead, panting loudly. He pulled out and rolled onto the bed. Fuck. Jabez was the best lay he’d had in a while. He still couldn’t get over the sexy image of the vampire licking his own semen off his revolver. Goddamn…


Neither of them spoke for a good while. They just lied there, basking in the afterglow of their strenuous activity.


“… So are you going to kill me?” Jabez finally gathered the courage to ask.

“We’re leaving at sunrise. There’s a high bounty on a bloodsucker twenty miles from here. We’ve got a train to catch.”



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The Munez Feed:

This idea in my head for a couple of days and I decided to write it instead of doing something constructive! I hope you guys enjoy it; I need all the practice with sex scenes that I can get. If you want to see more of these two, you can beg me, but this is a one-shot.

As usual, I’ll have to proofread later.

Munez