Sealed in Blood

Cory’s eyes focused on the plain white ceiling above his head. His body sunk into soft sheets that smelled familiar. They weren’t his. This room wasn’t his. This sanctuary, this personal space, wasn’t his. But he felt safe. The scent was familiar and radiated protection. It told him “Relax, you’re fine.” But he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here, and he couldn’t remember whom the scent belonged to. He heard movement, soft and deliberate, as if whoever was making the noise knew he was awake and didn’t want to scare him.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone moving had made him feel scared. He felt his fangs with his tongue and knew something Bad had happened.

The scent grew stronger. Cory remembered; it was like being hit in the head with a baseball bat. David’s roar; David’s strong, bare back, muscles flexing as he fought… something… in defense of Cory; David’s warm white fur against his own bare skin; David’s scent, David’s touch, David, David, David.

Why David?

“You awake?” David rumbled, leaning over Cory’s face and giving him a very nice view of a washboard stomach and a thin line of dark hair that began at the navel and vanished under the waistband of a black, bleached pair of sweatpants.

Cory wryly noted David wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Yo. Earth to fangface. You with me?”

“Fuck you.” Cory replied hoarsely. “What hit me?”

“About two pounds of blessed silver.” David answered. “You bled like a stuck pig. ‘Course, you also bled the idiot dry, too, so all’s fair.”

“How come I don’t remember?”

“Shot you in the head.” David replied, poking a finger at his own forehead. “Blew half your skull out.”

“Then why the hell am I alive?”

“Because I, you knight in shining fur, showed up before he could really do more damage.”

Cory frowned. After getting his skull blown to baby food bits, how could anyone do more damage? “And you fought him?”

David grunted with a grin. “At least until your undead ass rose up and chewed on his neck.”

And proceeded to drain the life out of the little bastard, Cory surmised. “So why am I in your house? In your bed?” As Cory watched David’s grin grow wider, he cautiously lifted up the quilts he was covered with. “Why the fuck am I naked?!”

David leaned in, too close to Cory’s face. “Your clothes were ruined, for one; my place was closer, for two; and you looked so cute in my bed I couldn’t help but leave you there.” The werebear bit at the vampire’s nose. Cory bit back and managed to break skin. David’s blood was potent and sweet, heady with arousal, which didn’t surprise Cory any. David was a raging sex fiend and had as many partners as he could, at the same time or not.

The vampire couldn’t figure out why the asshole wasn’t carrying some sort of disease yet. “Get the hell away.”

“You didn’t say that last night.”

Cory froze. “What?”

David grinned widely at the dangerously deadpanned monosyllable. “In fact, you were screaming at the top of your lungs, “Fuck me, David! Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me!””

Cory stared at the smug bastard for two seconds before he surged up and skimmed his forehead as hard as he could against the werebear’s nose. There was a distinct crack and David jerked back howling.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” David cried, hands on the broken appendage. Blood streamed between his fingers. “Shit! Christ! I was joking you bastard!”

“Then don’t say it seriously!” Cory shouted back.

“I figured the falsetto would’ve given that away!”

“Fuck falsetto! You know just what you were doing, so don’t blame this on me!”

“Fucking vampire!”

“Fucking teddy bear!”

SLAM! Went the bedroom door.

Sweet night, Cory thought as his head hit the pillows again. He could hear David cursing and a snap as he shifted his nose back into place. Cory supposed he could get up, but then David would really get pissed off, so he just laid there, watching the shadows on the ceiling.

Eventually, David reentered the bedroom and glowered. Cory could smell his blood – hell Cory could TASTE David’s blood and suddenly he was hungry.

In more ways than one.

David seemed to recognize Cory’s sudden shift in mood for a lazy smile appeared on his face. “Damn,” he said, “maybe I ought to let you break my nose more often.”

“It’s your blood.” Cory spat. “This is your fault!”

“C’mon. It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

“How many times have you gotten laid from that line?”

David paused, counting. “Six. No, wait, seven. Though I think the succubus shouldn’t count.”

Cory gave the werebear a dirty look. “Disease must love you.”

“It’s not like you could catch anything. You’re technically already dead.”

“It’s still gross.”

“Don’t be a prissy bitch. You wanna fuck or not?”

Cory glowered. Damn polar bear knew EXACTLY what Cory wanted.

David grinned. “I won’t tell Aidren if you won’t.”

Cory glowered with the intensity of flames. Aidren was his idekari construct, a master vampire’s guardian, if you will. Aidren had sought Cory out months ago, once he realized Lacorian, the Ebon Coven’s master, still lived. Cory hadn’t wanted the position anymore and faked his final death to escape. But he’d been contracted as an assassin and a go-between, and the quiet life he’d envisioned got blasted away. Then Aidren had showed up, telling Cory that his “replacement” had been breaking the one Rule no vampire ever broke even if they wanted to – making mindless fodder slaves for feeding. And war.

“Who the fuck cares if he knows?” Cory snapped at last. “He hates your guts anyway.”

“And well he should. Because you’re mine.” David replied as he crawled onto the bed and pushed the covers aside.

“If you say shit like that, I’ll kill you.” Cory threatened, though it was an empty threat as David’s hand wrapped around his cock. The bear knew how to please Cory. He knew every little sensitive place and just how to touch it to make the vampire squirm. His movements were slow and leisurely, drawing it all out as he watched Cory squirm beneath him.

David wasn’t the type to look for commitment. He’d tried it once, a long time ago, but it hadn’t worked out. Then Cory walked into his life and David figured he wouldn’t mind trying again. Except Cory had snarled him right out of that idea which was all right. David liked the physical. But with Cory the flavour of the dance was always different, always more.

Nails pricked his shoulders. David focused on Cory’s face, flushed with stolen blood. His mouth was open, revealing his fangs. Cory would submit, the animal in David crooned, because it was the only way he’d survive.

The flesh in David’s fist was hard and already dripping. He couldn’t help the snicker. “How long?”

Cory frowned, panted. “Since Christin.”

David scowled. “Shit man. That was nearly four years ago.”

“Some of us don’t require sex as a daily supplement.”

“I can go without for a few weeks.” David saw Cory’s eyes narrow. “Okay, a few days. Jeez.” He gave Cory a squeeze that made the vampire twitch and whimper.

They’d done this before, but David would never tell Cory. The vampire had been sick with silver poisoning, thanks to the little bastard hunter that had tried to kill him. The only way to get the poison out had been to sweat it out, and David could still see where blood-sweat-silver had stained the sheets. It had frightened David, to realize Cory was dying, would die, and he’d done everything he could to prevent it.

But he’d never tell Cory, because the ‘L’ word would ruin everything they’d built.

David leaned down and met Cory’s mouth, letting the smaller creature control the kiss before he took control and dominated Cory. He felt Cory gather himself to fight back, and for a while they battled for dominance with tongues and teeth.

They weren’t gentle, weren’t born to be gentle, but there was a give and take in their relationship.

David gave. Cory took. End of story.

David moved his mouth to Cory’s throat and bit down as hard as he dared as he ran his thumb over the head of the vampire’s cock. Cory’s nails created welts down David’s back, then tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. Somehow David maneuvered himself enough that the pants came off, and the werebear shivered as Cory’s hand stroked his needy cock.

Cory mumbled something. David snickered. “I’m bigger than you. More muscle. Bigger dick.”

“And I won’t reply to that.” Cory muttered.

“My ego thanks you.”

“Hn.” Cory snorted, then gasped as David ground his hips down. His nails scraped up David’s back and his fingers tangled in his hair.

For a while, David simply continued the grind, breathing in Cory’s scent, tasting the warm flesh beneath his mouth. It was a shame Cory wouldn’t bruise, but David wasn’t about to complain.

Cory spread his legs, about as much begging as he’d do. David knew Cory would lie there for hours and accept the foreplay because that was how he was. Cory would stop taking it the moment David decided to begin stage two.

So David took his sweet time, hearing all the bit back noises Cory made and thoroughly enjoying them. When his own libido finally demanded he take Cory’s ass or use his damn hand, the pulled Cory forward and forced the vampire’s head down, which in retrospect, was a bad idea. But his fingers rubbing that tight pucker between Cory’s ass-cheeks certainly changed the vampire’s mind, and so Cory didn’t bite too hard.

Blood and precome filled Cory’s mouth, salty and sweet, heady with David’s sexual arousal. The werebear’s musk filled his nose and Cory wondered why he’d denied himself this.

“Fuck, Cory, I NEED that.” David fisted his hair and yanked up. “I don’t care how hot that is, I can’t fuck you if I don’t have a cock to do it with.”

Cory smiled. “You’d figure out a way.”

“When I was finished howling in pain and ripping your body apart limb by limb, sure.” David shoved two of his fingers into Cory’s body, crooked them, and shoved them deeper, all the while holding Cory’s hair in a painful grip. “But then, you wouldn’t be alive to play with anymore.”

Cory writhed and snarled and pushed back against the digits inside him, which in turn pulled his hair. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you shoved my mouth down there.”

“Remind me to never let you give me head again.”

“Your loss.”

“I think I’ll survive.” David replied dryly. He pulled Cory up for a rough kiss and tasted himself, his seed, his blood, on Cory’s tongue. His cock strained for attention, for tight heat.

Cory pulled away from the kiss and bit down on David’s pulse, taking two sips before he ran his tongue over the wound to close it. He had no such qualms about the bruising bites, littering David’s chest with puncture wounds that barely bled, but would bruise nicely.

Then Cory bucked, chocked back a shriek, and bit down hard on David’s left nipple, and it was the most arousing thing the werebear had ever witnessed. He abused Cory’s prostate until the vampire came, then shoved the vampire away from him and fisted that pearlescent fluid, covering his own dick with a mixture of Cory’s splooge and his own. Cory was ready to lunge for his throat by the time he finished, and David caught the smaller man mid-lunge and forced him onto his side.

As he raised Cory’s leg, David bit into Cory’s neck, right over his dead pulse, and growled.

Cory really DID shriek this time as David shoved his cock into that tight little hole.

David panted in Cory’s ear, never saying a word. They didn’t need them, after all. Cory made noises, of course. How couldn’t he when he had something akin to a wine bottle shoved up his ass and hitting his prostate over and over? He clawed at David and the position changed. First on his stomach, then his back, his side again. Then, when they were both covered in sweat (in Cory’s case, pink-tinged sweat) and semen, David rolled them so he was now on the bottom, and Cory was in control of the rhythm. It took a moment for the vampire to realize he was RIDING David, that HE was in control.

Cory got his knees beneath him and put his hands on David’s chest to brace himself. Then he moved, up, forward, back, slowly at first. David’s hands were on his hips, teasing and supporting. The pace increased slowly, until David was driving his hips up at the same time Cory drove his hips down. Those sphincter muscles tightened bit by bit until Cory was all but squeezing David’s cock into one of those stir straws that’d been chewed too much.

David bucked up, and Cory saw stars.

A second later, Cory felt his bowels filled with David’s seed.

He collapsed on top of David and lay there panting with David’s hand caressing his spine.

“So,” David began, “how agreeable are you to after-coitus snuggling?”

Cory’s shoulder’s lifted. “Whatever.” He said at last. “But I swear to fucking God if you call me a pet name I’ll castrate you.”

David snickered. “What about ‘vampy’?”

Cory lifted his head and stared at David, considering. Then he set his head back down. “I’ll let that one slide. For tonight.”

David grinned, but didn’t press, not when Cory was falling asleep atop him. He rolled them, slipped his softening (and very, very satisfied) cock out of Cory’s body, and pulled the vampire against his side. Cory’s head pillowed nicely against his shoulder, David pulled the blankets over them and sighed, content.

He only wished he could admit to his desire and tell Cory what Cory didn’t want to hear. Still, the way Cory clutched at his chest told David everything he wanted to know, and more.

Content, David settled to sleep with the man he was hopelessly in love with.