Title: Curious
Fandom: Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter
Pairing: Henry/Abe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes the split lip is worth it.
Word Count: 478 (Yeah, it's a shorty.)
Disclaimer: ALVH, all characters therein and all fictional characterizations of historical figures are the intellectual property of Seth Grahame-Smith.
Warnings: Bloodplay-ish? Unbeta'd and probably full of mistakes.
Author's Notes: I have a limited vocabulary when it comes to scenes such as the following and I hope you can forgive me. I'm much better with gory stories than with porny stories. Even though this isn't porn.
Curious
It was a curious thing, Abe decided, that he was friends with a vampire.
He sparred with Henry in the forest, dodging and striking anywhere he could. Henry was using nearly a third of his strength to avoid seriously injuring Abe.
It was evening and the sky began to darken as the sun set. The sounds of the forest dwindled and all that kept them company was the success of an occasional strike.
Gradually, they got a bit rougher in their sparring. Abe landing sharp blows to Henry's chest and stomach and aiming jabs to his ribs.
Henry moved quickly, blocking a puch to his chest with his forearm. He had meant to only barely hit Abe across the cheek, but had underestimated his force and ended up striking the younger man in the mouth, hard.
Abe's head snapped to the side and he grunted in pain, pursing his lips.
"Abraham! Are you all right? I did not mean-."
Abe tackled Henry to the ground, pinning his wrists down with a leg on either side of his hips. Not quite sitting atop him but hovering, most of his weight balanced on his hands.
Blood ran from the split in his lip, down his chin. He tongued the split absent-mindedly before grinning.
"You have me at a disadvantage, I must admit," Henry breathed, eyes focused on the blood. The smell tantalized him, and it had been a while since he'd last eaten.
"Your strength has outmatched mine, ten-fold."
Abe chuckles, "Yes, I am sure I've completely overpowered you."
All Henry could see at that point, was the red. He could even see how it curled around the tastebuds inside Abe's mouth. Could hear it pulsing slower, and slower from the cut on the flesh of his lip. He could resist no longer.
He lurched upward and caught Abe's bottom lip with his teeth, pulling him in, sucking on the cut. He licked his way into Abe's mouth, searching out traces of blood.
When that proved fruitless, he pulled back but only enough to lave away the drying blood from Abe's chin.
But, it seemed, he needed more. Henry latched onto Abe's lip again, biting into the soft skin, breaking it, drinking up as much as he could get.
Henry vaguely registered a pressure on his chest. That is, until it became more persistent. Then, he realized, that Abe had released one of his wrists to beat a hand flatly, softly, against Henry's chest.
He relinquished Abe, who gasped for breath. Henry had lost control. His eyes widened and his fangs slipped discreetly back into his gumline. Jesus Christ, what had he done?
"Abraham, I-."
It was also a curious thing, Abe decided, that he would willingly duck his head down after having caught his breath, only to lose it again in kissing Henry.
A curious thing, indeed…