Title | Take this Blood
Genre| romance/horror
Rating| T for blood and death
Fandom| TMI
Timeline| Mid-CoA and Pre-CoG
Couple| Raphael/Simon
Inspiration| well, books and the TMI series and everytime Simon and Raphael talk to each other is music.
Note | Thank you, Black Heart for helping me with my nonexistent knowledge of Spanish. And thank you for the reviews! P.S. what do you think of the story's image/cover page? It's supposed to be Simon's mouth.
"You got to know, know my weakness—you always touch in all the right places,
We don't get, along that well—not much for talk, but you're hot as hell
I have to fake it—I'd leave if I could
I'm not in love, but the sex is good—"
—"Sex is Good" by Saving Abel
Simon dives, head-first and willing as the night progresses into the feigning lights of the day and Raphael finally moves away from him. But the moments between then before then are nothing short of intimate, if they can be. Opting to legend their kind is a species of sex driven heart-throbs without the pulse. True, Simon had yet to meet a vampire that wasn't pale, slender and beautiful with sexual desire to spare, but Raphael was an opposite in a way. His demeanor was short but tall, his shoulder strong yet small in a way that they fit in the palms of Simon's hands as his nails bled crescents into his shoulders. His skin was tan, beautiful and ethereal, but cold all the same to him.
All these contradictions, tics and tats, remind him that he hates Raphael.
But there was nothing he could really do about it.
His shirt is the first to go, tugged off his head in an unimpressive manner before being flung aside. His shirt is burning from the rough treatment, but their mouths come together again like magnets and they're kissing. It's rough with Raphael's insistence, lips firm yet soft with an unbridled sort of wildness only a vampire could posses. Its suffocating and soon becomes bloody when Simon splits Raphael's lip in retaliation with his teeth. This time Raphael is the one to yip in pain and pull away, but he growls, lowly like an animal, and pushes Simon off his elbows and into the pillows that cave in around his head. Giving off a feeling of being caged, Simon shrinks back.
Raphael huffs curtly, and sits himself down on Simon's lap. His bleeding lip is healed, but the blood lingers—Simon wants to lap it off him—and Raphael let's his tongue roll out, over his lip before sucking it into his mouth. "You always liked biting," he mutters lowly and his fingers curl around the top button of his shirt and continue to pop the buttons of the shirt all the way down until he could shrug it off easily.
Simon touches the newly exposed skin hesitantly, fingers stark againsthimself skin, Raphael hums pleased and Simon tentatively leans up—slowly, as if to ask for permission—and presses his lips to the delicate skin of his chest, just at the base of his sternum, and begins kissing a trail upward to his clavicle. Raphael does nothing to halt him and he latches onto the skin there and licks until the cool slide of a chain brushes his lips—Raphael's gold cross.
He's curious about it and asked about it on more than one occasion, but Raphael never says anything about it—he never takes the chain off either. It's just another Santiago mystery he's not allowed to know.
His hands press into the small of the other's back, pushing inward with the heel of his palms, and lips and tongue drive a trail up the hill to Raphael's shoulder and mouths the scar lingering from the chain, before grazing it lightly with his fangs—pleased to hear a small sigh in Raphael's throat, his long lashed eyes flutter closed.
Make him do it again. It's such a pretty sound. Simon pleas with himself and his fangs arch down from his upper jaw with want. Againagainagain!
He scraps his teeth against the scar again, harder and combats the pain with a light thrust of his hips—Raphael hums into him, his hands curling into Simon's hair and shoulder for leverage. Simon repeats the motion again and again, until Raphael moans and his beast is screaming in pleasure. The vampire-part of his mind is taking over, fangs and claws.
Suddenly, he's on top of Raphael, hips pushing together so that they connect, even through the barriers of clothes. Simon's mouth attacks Raphael's throat, marring a dark hicky into his skin like a bruising fruit. Raphael remains surprising docile for a few moments, until Simon's teeth break the thin layer of skin keeping him from the blood—then he stiffens as if in rigor mortis.
Simon pauses, wondering if he did something wrong, if Raphael doesn't like it, but the affirmative petting on the back of his neck keeps him moving and thrusting. He inches his fangs out carefully, kissing the wound closed before pulling back to look at his partner.
Raphael is wearing an unreadable expression, sleepy and bedroom-eyed, but odd somehow. Like he was plotting Simon's ultimate demise as they kissed.
No, the word chokes in his throat like the name of the Holy Father. Fear spike into his gut like the easing of claws into skin and he leans forward again, eyes screwed shut and connects their lips in a messy kiss—tilting his head to find the right angle and all together seemingly making an even bigger idiot out of himself.
"Cariño," Raphael hisses through his teeth, lips smashed against his gums. His hands migrate to Simon's face and cup the apples of his cheeks and pull him back. His eyes are dark from anger and something else Simon can't place. "Calm down; you have all the time in the world."
"I—I'm sorry."
Raphael's brows draw and Simon can feel the tell-tale prick of claws digging into his skin. "Don't apologize while we're in bed." One clawlike hand slips back behind his head and back into his hair, pulling gently. "Relax," he purrs, eyes closing. "Feel,"
And Simon does. He feels the tremors coursing through his and Raphael's body, the unneeded breathe, he's sure he'd be sweating too if he could. He could feel the smooth push and slide of Raphael moving against him and the grip of his hands. But it didn't stop there. He could taste it: Raphael's skin on his tongue, the blood, the gold, and his lips. He could hear their irregular breathing. He could smell arousal.
A nose nuzzles against his and Simon's eyes snap open to find Raphael inching him down to his lips. They start slow, their kisses lethargic and unhurried, sometimes barely brushing and as careless as the brushes of Raphael's hands over his jeans. Then the elder places a firm, closed-lip kiss to Simon's before they slowly part with a deep exhale—Simon gives a breathy moan. They continue to kiss, slow and building; until Raphael's tongue flickers out like a snake to snap at Simon's, drawing his out to play.
This leads into an open mouthed kiss that Raphael takes the reigns in. The slow build is over and the heat breaks over Simon's skin, he shivers. The kiss continues hot and heavy taking Ina nd feeling more and more of each other.
Raphael's hand trails down Simon's shoulder, fingers igniting a thousand tiny flames down his body. Over his ribs and stomach that sucks inward at his touch to the waistband of Simon's jeans; his fingers hook in the band, thumbing the button he unlatched earlier, and pulls downward, tearing at the zipper—much to Simon's displeasure.
"Eh!" Simon cries, but Raphael whirls them around, pushing him into the bedding again and presses his mouth hotly against his.
"Shhh," He kisses him into silence.
This is what being conservative does to me, :P I'm really hoping I got them right, and Simon's light freak out because he IS scared of Raphael. Just a bit.
When I write about two guys in love (or two guys together) I play it off that: they're guys. The only gay guy I know who will speak to me about this at length wants men, not boys. Then again everyone has their own tastes but I want someone who'll argue with me. *le sigh* I hope I'm making sense and not accidentally offending anyone here. No offense seriously.
I wrote this listening to the song quoted above. Get it? Abel? Cain? Simon? Mark of Cain. Ha XD And "S.E.X" by Nickleback because I like them, "Judas" by Lady Gaga, and "S&M" by Rhianna (male version).
Dreamland take me away, and reveiw please.
