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AN: The vignette's are NOT intended to be part of canon, nor are they meant to be part of a larger story. They are just short pieces that came to mind.
I had a lot of fun writing these. I hope they provide some enjoyment in return. If you like 'em, I'd love to hear it. If you hate 'em...well, now that's really important for me to hear! :)
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Vignette #1. Vamp Appeal
Mick/Josef/OC
How much would one give up to be undead? Mick knew that if Josh had been asked as he lay dying, instead of a gut-wrenching cry of agony, he would have clasped tight Beth's hand and whispered, 'Yes, turn me, yes, turn me' until Mick acquiesced. Humans did that; he would have done that given the choice. They just didn't know better. You couldn't know what you were giving up; death is a clean break, better to go far away than linger in a half-life.
Josef had scoffed at him once, across the pale stomach of the girl between them. They were at opposite ends, Mick at her head, Josef at her feet.
"And apart from drinking blood and avoiding direct sunlight, what about this life situation strikes you as inadequate?" Josef gestured to the two fang marks around dusky areolae. "Does she look inadequate? Guarantee you wouldn't have stood a chance when you were mortal, especially with those Hawaiian shirts."
Mick ignored the sounds of chuckling. He traced a long scratch down the girl's side. She'd come on to him tonight. Josef was just getting lucky by proxy. "What's your name?" he asked, mouth quirking as she blushed.
Josef chuckled again, but alone.
"Diana."
This time Mick laughed. Of all the theatric... "Well, goddess of the moon and the hunt, would you have fucked me if I was human?"
She rose on her elbows and flipped over to face him thoughtfully. Mick briefly peered at Josef over the thatched mess of her hair. The other vampire looked downright peeved for a second, then brightened as he watched the muscles of her ass flex.
"I think," she started.
Mick caught himself wondering if she'd taste of raspy whiskey when he tore her throat out.
"I think that I would have fucked you if you came up to me on the street and asked for the time of the day."
He bent to kiss her. "And that, Diana, is probably the only reason I'd approach you on the street. Plenty of other people can give directions."
She pushed up against his lips awkwardly. He realised a second later that Josef was back between her legs, thrusting.
Rising to his knees, Mick nodded to her to use her mouth. The sensation was exquisite; he hummed.
Was it his imagination or was it lightening already in the corners of the room? The fourteen-string orchestra he was conducting in time with her movements dulled abruptly as the orgasmic percussion of her heart took over. Josef bent over her shoulder. Mick bent over Josef. Like a slow accordion they enfolded each other spasmodically, writhing and drinking.
