A/N: Right…. Ahem… Yeah. This was all Ni-chan's fault… Yaoi and vampires… Zillah/Nothing…. Characters belong to Poppy Z. Brite and I'm not making any money off of this.

The Edge of the Abyss

By Freakish Lemon

Bruising tongues searing dark across, above, below, around its mate in sharp caverns before drawing back for a single breath. And before each is aware, before the aching lungs have had enough the tongues again slather their single song amidst the sensuous dance of lips and pointed teeth, of blood and cheap red wine. Each pair of eyes closed to the heat of the other's lithe body as they writhe and grope and grind; as sharpened nails etch raised red patterns against naked backs and thighs and shoulders. Moans at once conveying the tortuous pleasure the body is feeling in its very bones, and competing in rising volume with its siblings as they are born from the adjoining orifices.

Tearing his lips away with a growl, the younger forces the elder beneath him and latched his filed teeth onto the tender flesh at the base of his lover's throat, the decaying taste of his earlier feast mingling with the silky texture of new blood. Thin delicate hands twine their fragile digits in false blackened hair as the younger drinks of his life.

Impatience trembles in those thin fingers, and growling, forces eager lips from hollow throat across a thin, scarred chest, down flat white skin until bruised lips close around the elder's painfully hard erection. Green eyes snap open to burn lustful green glares into the van's ceiling as the caressing of tongue and the scraping of teeth across his hardened flesh reaches his brain like a powerful drug. Frail spine arches under the youth's ministrations with subtle noises escaping parted lips.

Smirking, the younger pulls away, leaving long nailed fingers searching, sharp hips craning upwards, a low whine beginning in the back of the elder's throat. Fingertips dip into the growing pool of scarlet blood. Green eyes slowly refocus on the red fingers dangling before him. With his own shaking hands, the elder brings crimson fingers to his lips and curls his tongue around each one, drawing a shudder from his lover.

Pulling his fingers free from the sweet darkness, grinning, he repositions himself between pale thighs and slides two spit soaked fingers inside the tight opening.

Gasps and moans hang heavy in the stale air and heavenly demonic fingers are replaced with something much more unholy. Quick thrusts and reacquainted tongues bring the two along the edge. The dark pleasure-full abyss opens widely before them; before they send eachother crashing down.

Silence before they remember to breathe. The younger pulls his now drained member from his lover's grip and settles into the older one's side, licking a few drops of blood from the new bite on his shoulder. The older pulls an old stained blanket over them.

Nothing yawns, stretching out against the body next to him.

"Love you, Daddy," a small laugh in his voice.

Zillah smirks as his green eyes close in slumber.

~Fin~

A/N: Sorry if that confuses anyone… Tried to get more of a sense of feeling than there being two people… Meh. Good? Bad? Please review. *holds out the collection tin*