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Disclaimer: As stated in the previous chapter, I do not own Blade or any affiliated characters. Oh, but if I did…It would be much more delightful…
"Hunger, Thy Name is Blade"
Chapter 2
By: Yoru
Blade's been pining for a long time now. He doesn't know for what exactly, though. It's not something he can quite pinpoint just yet. He supposes he wants understanding, more than anything. He has purpose, but there's this desire for something more. He really wishes in his deepest, most secret heart to belong. And deeper still, a desire for another who can understand and accept him for the hybrid warrior that he is.
And that brings him to Drake. The perfect being. Vampire. Warrior. One who shares Blade's sense of honor, respect for the sword.
Beautiful.
Soul mate? Perhaps. It's not something about which Blade is too comfortable thinking.
Blade is fairly positive he can defeat Drake. Kill him? He doesn't believe there is anything that could kill the archetype. King said it himself that Drake is the perfect being, evolved to the highest form.
Still…
Blade's blood thrums at the prospect of their impending showdown. It will come down to the two of them, and Blade knows it will be beautiful.
Blade grins, all sharp teeth and cunning eyes hidden behind black shades. Positively feral.
Oh yes, it will be exquisite. Blades drawing sharp arcs through the air. Sweat and blood, pulses pounding, adrenaline rushing, a high Blade rarely feels.
He will be truly alive.
It will be beautiful.
Blade's fingers ghost over the growing bulge at his crotch. Yearning, anticipation, well-matched fighters perfect in the moment.
Drake's intense eyes. Flashes of amber and red, swirls of gold. Toned chest, sleek body. Graceful and deadly as a panther stalking prey.
Blade's touch becomes firmer, more insistent, fingers hurriedly undoing belt, button, zipper to wrap around hot, hard, aching flesh.
Swords clashing, muscles straining, raw power and Blade's hand slides over his erection, gliding faster and faster, pacing to match the flow of their final battle.
Quicker still and Blade's positively flying, soaring through the motions. Drake is radiant, meeting him blow for blow and strength for strength.
Blade's lower abdomen tightens suddenly, and his spine arches gracefully as completion rips through his being, euphoria shooting through his veins and into the open air, almost roaring Drake's name.
The high fades slowly, and Blade relishes the afterglow, lazily licking his fingers clean.
It's going to be glorious.
And Blade just can't wait.