So I have decided that I want this fic to have absolutely no plot. I know I've said that before and totally didn't do that but this time is different I swear. I've invented a cool little universe that I want to explore via smutty encounters. There will be fluff but it is also a dark!Hook fic, so keep that in mind. Unlike my other fics which have an overall story arc this will be mostly sexy/fluffy snapshots of Killian and Emma as they explore each other and the world around them. The only common theme each chapter will will be their developing love story. Other than that, it's basically shameless smut in different locations. Most updates will likely be short but because of that they will also likely be frequent once I've wrapped up Bless Me, Captain.

Also, sorry I had a stroke while writing the last chapter and kept going back and forth between Boston and New York. This story takes place in NEW YORK.

WARNING: As always this fic includes dubcon undertones and some violence (vamp fic, ya' know). Also, there's not really a name for this kink but... there's a machine involved. Lol

Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Wolves Among Us

Late one frosty October night, Emma found herself writhing in the back of a limo. She was moaning as pleasure consumed her body. It radiated from the place between her thighs where her new lover Killian Jones was feeding, his teeth sunk into her flesh, and his fingers were fucking her through an agonizing orgasm.

Why had she never fucked a vampire before? She now very much regretted the time the vamp in her coed dorm wanted to hang out after class and she'd turned him down. Back then she was afraid of what would happen if one of them found out she was a walking blood bank.

Not anymore. Emma thanked her lucky stars every night that Killian could feed on her again and again, each time making her come apart in new and violently intense ways. "That's enough." she said wearily, tugging on Killian's hair. He didn't stop. He was a ravenous asshole.

There were many things she had learned over the past month. One was that a vampire's thirst is never sated. Only after bloodbinges that last for days do they feel fully satisfied for more than a few hours. Emma had endured many of those. The bites usually healed in a few hours, but they still managed to cover her body head to toe. He was greedy, always taking.

But he was generous as well. He gave her lots of things. Killian could manipulate her body as if it were an instrument he had mastered. He'd defiled her in so many ways and she had enjoyed them all. It was a good thing, too, because she had signed a twelve month contract that made her a citizen of the V State as long as she was employed as his bloodpet. That meant she was within the vampire legal system now. She had to follow their laws, or she would suffer their judgements.

"That's enough." she said breathily again between moans that she couldn't help. He growled, pulling her greedily to him. Emma used the leg thrown over his shoulder to kick him off, "I said that's enough!" Killian hit the limo window behind him with a thud. He hissed, barring his fangs. "You've had plenty." she said firmly, pulling her evening gown back down and reaching for her stilettos.

Killian was breathing hard. He looked wrecked. His hair was a mess, his designer tux was disheveled, and his mouth was covered in blood. "I'm still hungry."

She rolled her eyes, "You can have more during the movie." They were attending the world premiere of Bitten by the Dead, a movie directed by the famous vampire Nimue. It was hyped up as the blockbuster of the season and of course Killian had been invited.

Emma pulled several moist towelettes from the dispenser by the champagne and threw them at his face. "Clean yourself." she barked, and used one to clean herself as well. She could feel him eyeing her over.

"You look gorgeous tonight, darling," he said, retying his bowtie, "Surely we'll make page six again."

"We always do." Emma grumbled to herself. The gossip mags loved the fact that Killian Jones was feeding on a bounty hunter. Or, former bounty hunter, as they liked to specify. The attention wasn't at all welcome. Emma wasn't used to the spotlight. It made her grumpy.

Killian leaned in to give her a kiss but she stopped him. "You'll get my lipstick all over your face again."

He grinned blearily. He was bloodrunk. "I like it when you tease me." then he knocked twice on the window signaling the driver to open the door.

Cameras flashed. Emma squinted, reaching out for Killian's hand so that he could lead her into the blinding lights.

The red carpet was boring. When it was her turn on the step-and-repeat the photographers all yelled at Emma to turn around so they could see the back of her dress. When she did, the flashing lights amplified as they all marveled at the low back which revealed the fresh bite marks that were already healing.

Killian pulled her along, putting his arm around her and whispering words of encouragement as they entered the theater.

Vampire theaters were different from humans theaters because the lives of vampires revolved around one thing: feeding. And since feeding and sex went hand in hand, the vampire infrastructure of the twenty-first century catered to the desire to feed and fuck constantly. For this reason, the Grand Bitemark Theater in lower Manhatten was not filled with seats, but with beds.

Private beds, to be exact. "This is us." Emma said, looking at the ticket in her hand. They crawled onto the California King as the sound proof canopy lowered and enclosed the space. It was ridiculous, getting all dressed up just to lay in a bed alone, but that was how humans and vampire were different. Humans craved social interaction. Vampires preferred solitude.

The lights were still up which meant they had some time before the previews started. "What time is it?" she asked.

Killian looked at his Rolex. "Midnight. Are you tired?"

She shook her head. She had been on a vampire schedule for almost a month and was used to the late nights. "Can we go somewhere for dinner? Please?"

He made a face as he adjusted his bowtie, "No."

"Why not?!" she demanded, "You never take me out to a place I can actually eat at."

"I don't like the way humans look at you when we're together!" he yelled. He was always so damn quick to temper.

"Killian," she begged, "I'm a terrible cook. Please, I need a cheeseburger that isn't cold because your fucking apartment is so uptown you can't get decent takeout food to save your life!"

The lights suddenly lowered indicating that the previews were about to begin. "We're not talking about this anymore." Killian snapped.

They were both silent all through the previews but when the movie began Emma knew she was in trouble.

Bitten by the Dead was a classic fangfilm. Written by vampires, for vampires, which meant lots of graphic violence and un-simulated sex. It was porn. Something for vampires everywhere to watch while they fed. Emma could feel Killian growing more and more tense as the plot progressed. It was a love story, of course. All fangfilms were in some capacity. The actors were beautiful, and when the time came for them to consummate their union Killian pulled her close so that she was sitting between his legs. He leaned her back onto his chest and smelled her as if she were a fine wine. "Relax, love." he purred, pulling her dress up to her waist and picking up a remote with the other.

Emma heard a mechanical sound and looked down to see something coming at her. "Ah! What the hell is that?!" she screamed pushing back into Killian's body.

He chuckled darkly in her ear, "Oh, I've never showed you this little feature of the theater. How many times have we been here?"

She rolled her eyes. Great, she thought, more weird sex toys. "What is it, and what does it do?"

He kissed her gently on the temple and said, "It fucks you so I don't have to."

Emma turned and gave him a dubious look, "So, now it's a chore?"

Killian scratched bashfully behind his ear. It was a gesture she had come to adore, though she'd never admit it. "Believe it or not, vampires do eventually tire."

Emma raised a doubtful eyebrow, "You never get tired."

"Darling, I've been fucking you every night for a month. My cock needs a rest."

She looked down at the rubber phallic appendage attached to a metal pole coming out of the wall in front of her. "You want me to be fucked by a machine?"

"Don't worry," he said, groping at her breasts, "I promise to help. Now, spread your legs for me, love." He gently pulled her legs apart then picked up something from the drawer beside the bed. She heard a buzzing noise just before he placed the vibrator directly on her clit making her yelp.

On screen, the main couple was making love while he sucked her dry. Emma had no doubt that Killian planned to do the same. He whispered vulgar things in her ear making her walls flutter. She bit her lips. His voice was so silky and erotic. She moaned as her body began to crave the feeling of his cock filling her. When she told him so, he picked up the remote.

The machine came towards her and she sucked in a breath as he guided the fake cock into her tight shaft. She was already wet. The vibrations had warmed her up in no time flat. The pole began to thrust at an easy pace, but it was deep. She moaned every time it hit bottom just like Killian always did.

"Do you like that love?" he asked, reaching into her dress so he could begin abusing her nipples. Emma nodded, lost in the feelings. He lifted the remote and the thrusting sped up. She whimpered and grunted as it penetrated her even further. Killian kept the vibrator to her clit and scraped his fangs against her neck. She realized what he was trying to do.

"No, please! I don't want to ruin this dress!"

"I'll buy you another," he growled before turning up the speed. It was ramming into her now making her whole body shake. He sucked on her earlobe and urged her, "Come on, love. I want your pussy to weep for me."

Emma's eyes rolled into her head as an intense orgasm washed over her. She felt a great release of pressure and clear liquid poured from her cunt just as Killian sunk his fangs into her neck.

Vampire magic was very cruel. Prolonged orgasms were agonizing. Emma screamed as her body ejected spirt after spirt of water into the air. Her screams turned to sobs when they didn't stop. Her hand was in Killian's hair as he sucked greedily from her neck. "Please," she begged between moans, "please, Killian, it's too much." She bit her lip knowing that he wouldn't give her mercy. He never did, and she loved it. As minutes went by and she continued to soak the bed she began to cry. It was a freeing expression of her utter ecstasy, and it felt better than any sex she'd ever had. Emma never cried. Not when the Swans gave her back, not when she finally accepted the fact that she would never find her parents, not even when she learned she was pregnant in prison, never. It wasn't that she didn't feel sad, she simply chose not to give into her emotions, but Killian didn't give her a choice. He forced the tears out of her with sensations so intense the only response she was capable of was uncontrollable sobbing.

When he was finally done the sexy climax of the movie was over making way for the inevitable romantic finish. Emma came back to Earth with a heavy sigh as he sent away the sex robot and put the vibrator back in it's drawer. Emma had to assume for her own sanity that the sex toys would be cleaned and sanitized before their next use.

Killian reached down and gathered her legs into his arm so that she was curled into his lap. The bed was soaked. The air smelled of sex. Emma nuzzled into his neck and smelled the familiar scent of spice and rum.

As if on cue, Killian pulled his flask from his inside pocket of his jacket and took a swig. When he offered it to her she accepted.

"I suppose we could go to that restaurant on Fifth that you like." he mumbled without making eye contact, "But you have to have steak. You won't die from blood loss but I don't want you getting anemia."

"How about steak and lobster?" she asked injecting a sparkle into her eyes as she looked up at him.

He smirked, "Whatever you want, love." The movie continued to play, but Emma could only hear it. She watched the moving lights illuminated his face as he used his red handkerchief to wipe the fresh blood from his mouth and then from her neck. When he was done he tossed it away and caught her curious gaze. "What is it?" he asked, his brow adorably furrowed.

"Are you happy with our little arrangement, Killian?"

He grinned mischievously, "Beyond words."

She laughed, "I'm serious! I know that sometimes I push back and that's... not what bloodpets are supposed to do but-"

"But I love that about you!" he said quickly an the sincerity in his eyes made her breath catch. He laughed, recovering from his tender outburst, "I like," he corrected, "that I have to bulldoze down all those defenses to get at you. Because once I have you laid bare before me there truly is no more beautiful sight. Your heart is a precious thing, Emma Swan. You've buried it dee, so that no person could ever do harm to it again." She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her, "I understand the desire to be alone rather than to be hurt, and... I'm not asking you to give yourself to me or anything like that..." he was rambling now, nervously so, and it made Emma smile, "Ahem, the point is... I..." he looked into her eyes with his bright blue irises. They were disorienting, even if they couldn't technically hypnotize her. She waited for him to finish but he didn't. Instead he kissed her. She held her breath at first, surprised by his tenderness. His kisses were usually bruising and aggressive. This one was simple and genuine. Emma realized with a start that he wasn't hungry, he was being truly affectionate.

She kissed him back, following his gentle lead as his lips moved against hers. His hand was at the back of her neck and her legs were quickly laid in his lap so that he could cup her face as they fell into one another. They kissed slowly and deeply. It was intoxicating. The movie was forgotten completely as Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's neck and got lost in his lips. She waited for him to reach under her dress so that he could take her again, but he never did. They simply kissed, breathlessly chasing each others lips and moaning pathetically as if they couldn't get enough.

He didn't feed on her again that night. They went to dinner and he watched her eat a New York strip (cooked rare at his insistence) and then a lobster tail which she soaked in butter. The other diners made faces when they saw the bite marks on her porcelain skin but she ignored them. Emma had never cared much for what people thought anyway, and Killian was worth a few judgmental glances. She loved spending time with him, she realized, completely unsure of how it had happened, and looked forward to eleven more months of breaking down his walls, just as he enjoyed doing with her.

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