Blood and Wine
Chapter 3
This chapter is pure David X Marko smut (plus some insight into their majorly fucked-up relationship) … Enjoy!
Marko sat reclined on the bed, reading a comic book, when David came over to join him. Marko kept his eyes on the pictures, ignoring his leader's presence as much as possible. That was until the book was snatched out his hands by David and flung it into a fire drum.
"Hey-"
"Only children read comic books, Marko."
"Technically, I'm a minor."
"Only in looks."
"Doesn't that make you a pedophile?"
"No, just a statutory rapist."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You came over here for a reason. You owe me two dollars for that comic, by the way."
"Don't give me that, I know you stole it." Marko smirked and shrugged.
"Yeah, but from someone who stole it from the store - so, really, I righted a wrong."
"By committing one yourself?"
"Like you're anything close to innocent."
"Maybe so, but at least I'm not a petty thief."
"Depends how you define 'petty'." David smirked and grabbed Marko's chin
"Put that smart mouth of yours to good use." He said before claiming his lips. Marko resisted the kiss at first but David's talented tongue soon made him surrender, kissing back. He pulled Marko's jacket off as they kissed, feeling the soft skin of his arms. Marko was blindly tugging at David's leather jacket when David removed it himself, leaving them both in their contrasting shirts: Marko's white cropped tank top and David's black T-shirt. David chuckled, musing at the irony as their tongues battled, thinking back to the relevance of white and black in Western movies.
They parted from the kiss, panting slightly. Marko looked at David, almost inquisitive. David smirked and pulled off his own shirt, then looked at Marko expectantly. Marko's eyes had moved from his face to his body, the eyes of the innocent boy becoming clouded with lust as he drank in the toned torso of his leader. David pulled off Marko's shirt in one fluid movement then pushed Marko onto his back, his head landing on the pillows. He looked up at David's face in mild surprise, watching the thin mouth curl into a smirk as he looked down at him.
"Such a pretty chest… Skinny…but not too skinny…and nice abs…" David commented softly, his finger tracing along Marko's toned stomach ever so lightly. Marko frowned
"David-"
"Shh." David interrupted softly, eyes still on Marko's bared torso, before leaning down. His hand flattened itself against Marko's left nipple, the other around his right side, and his nose and lips stopped less than inch away from his neck. He heard David inhale deeply "You smell the same."
"The same as what?"
"As usual."
"You're a fucking psycho.." Marko muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Almost certainly." David said with a chuckle "Show me the scar." He said. Marko sighed and moved his head to the right, exposing the side of his neck. David grinned at the pair of pale, raised circles in his skin "Completely unnecessary but worth it.."
"Because you branded me?" Marko asked, moving his head back.
"Obviously; you're mine."
"Did I taste good?" he asked, smirking. David pushed himself up and smirked, kissing him again deeply as an answer. Marko moaned quietly, feeling David unbuckling his belt. His jeans were pulled off him and deposited elsewhere, leaving him wearing only underwear and deliciously vulnerable in David's eyes. David sat up again, looking down. The angel-faced demon lay there, looking up at his leader with wide green eyes, somewhere between aroused and confused "What?" he asked.
"Nothing." David said softly, smirking as his eyes traced every part of the blonde's body. Marko had been 16 when he was turned, making his body in the prime of its adolescence forever. David liked that about him, being a man of young taste anyway, but he couldn't help feel rather dirtier than he cared to admit. After all, David was now nearing 50 years old internally, sleeping with a sixteen-year-old (even just in body) felt almost wrong…almost.
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Marko asked, propping himself up on his elbows and looking up at him with those eyes, the movement catching the subtleness of his stomach muscles wonderfully.
"Somebody's impatient." David said with a smirk, unbuckling his own pants. Marko sat up properly at this point, moving his own hand to the zipper on David's dark jeans. David grinned down at him, his hands moving to grasp the back of his head so his fingers entangled themselves in the soft honey curls. Marko smirked and undid David's pants, pulling them down slowly, along with his underwear. "There's a good boy.." David muttered, letting his head fall back when Marko's hot mouth allowed his erection in, the well-trained tongue working its magic.
The only bodily heat vampires ever felt is during sex. What remained of their human blood makes their bodies respond just as they would have before turning, making these experiences all the more intense and their pleasure all the more prolific. It was like a rush of fire through their bodies, some vampires' hearts even start back up for a while and they feel human again…at lease while the arousal remained. And the orgasms…it was like a heroin shot multiplied by a thousand, all the heat and lust and gratification all rushing through one's head like a crash tidal wave, leaving you limp, cold and unbelievably satisfied. Then again, David was the exception to this. He never seemed to be satisfied.
He clenched his fist in Marko's hair, pulling him forward so he was forced to take his dick deeper into his mouth, the blunt tip going down his throat. Marko moaned in slight indignance but, knowing David would ignore him, started to suck obediently. David sucking in air through his teeth, gripping the curly hair tighter as the heat rushed through him like fire. Being cold all the time really made appreciate how great it felt to be hot again…especially if it included getting your dick sucked.
In all honesty, Marko pretty much hated sucking David's dick; it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, but disobeying David was not something you did without getting hurt…bad. Once, Paul refused to go get some pizza and he almost lost an eye. Yeah, that's David.
"Make an effort, Marko." He muttered, gripping his hair with a little more sadism and Marko obeyed with a glare upwards, sucking harder and deeper. David chuckled slightly, looking down at him with a smirk. Marko closed his eyes at this, the eye contact distracting him, and frowned in concentration. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible so they could get to the fucking. David grit his teeth, the heat building, and started moving Marko's head himself, back and forth until he was practically thrusting. Marko was unfazed by this habitual display of assholitude and relaxed himself and his throat into a state of nonchalance, returning only when David finally came down his throat with a snarl worthy of a wolf in heat.
The leader slowly removed himself out of his subordinate's mouth, a thin thread of saliva and semen trailing between the head and Marko's bottom lip, before the honey-blonde's tongue caught it, breaking the connection. Marko stayed where he was until David told him what position he wanted him in next.
"Where's Dwayne and Paul?" David asked.
"They went to the bea-" David pushed him onto his back with another deep, dominating kiss. Marko moaned, David's hot mouth immediately heated up his own, the warmth spreading down his throat and throughout his body. David had his hands on Marko's biceps, pressing them into the bed as he devoured his mouth and, as soon as Marko began to kiss back, he pulled away, sitting up.
Marko, panting, tilted his head slightly to the side with confusion and leaned up for another kiss but, just before their lips met, David spoke
"Roll over."Marko recoiled, staring at him, but obeyed. He turned so he was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows so his shoulder blades were prominent, his back curved and his beautifully round, firm ass just waiting to be pounded. David grinned and leaned down, sweeping the stray golden curls off his back and over his shoulder to reveal his nape and shoulder line. The platinum blonde leaned forward and lightly scraped his teeth along Marko's back, all the way down from between his shoulder blades to between the dimples above his buttocks.
Marko's excitement increased gradually throughout these sensual movements and sensations, his body quivering with eagerness. His body tensed when that hot wet tongue reached his hips, more than ready to be licked and prepared.
"Spread your legs.." David's voice said softly and Marko quickly did so, moving his thighs apart and using his knees to raise his hips a little more, curving his back further. A hot pair of hands came to rest on his buttocks and gently spread them apart so his entrance would be exposed. Marko closed his eyes and pressed his face into the soft pillow, awaiting the press of lubricated fingertips but what actually arrived broke all sensuality.
David spat coarsely onto the pale pink pucker (a/n: I always enjoyed that alliteration, too bad it was never appropriate for English essays), pulled the blonde's hips up with both hands and thrusted inside. Marko gave a strangled sort of yelp of pain and shock, biting into the pillow he was now gripping tightly. He was always shocked at how quickly David 'turned' like this, especially this quickly - he usually got at least a little preparation and attention. He was suddenly gripped by the animalistic need to fuck and Marko's feelings were immediately forgotten. Marko could feel the hungry ocher eyes fixed on his exposed neck as the monster inside him contemplated ripping that pretty throat out with its teeth.
"David..! Ah, more, deeper!" he panted breathlessly, thrusting himself back against the member in an effort to distract his leader from tearing him apart. Luckily, David responded, gripping the hips in front of his tightly and began thrusting mercilessly.
Funny - Marko thought as David fucked him into the headboard - for someone so outwardly collected, David lost hold of himself a lot. Maybe it was the sudden heat going to his brain, or perhaps his bloodlust and sexual desire seemed to be one in the same, but every time he was inside Marko - not to mention some unfortunate victims - his humanity all but vanished and was replaced with this voracious aggression.
The first time, Marko had bled. The second time, David had bitten him. The third time had ended with two broken ribs and a black eye. The fourth time was exactly like this time, as were all the rest, each one with its own new bruises.
David gripped Marko's hip tightly, long nails taking hold of his hipbone and scraped along the skin. Marko had his hand around his own member, stroking himself in time with the erratic, desperate thrusts, much like a dog fucking its bitch. His other hand was pinned to the stone wall by David's other hand, their fingers locked together in the least romantic way possible. The power behind the thrusts had forced Marko into a half kneeling position, bent awkwardly between the wall and David.
Panting breathes pressed against his neck, just below his ear, hot dampness on his skin.
"Don't forget…who you belong to…" David hissed, before gripping him tightly and cumming with a snarl. Marko came too but it wasn't much of an orgasm; David's 'training' had made pleasure optional. Marko moved his hips forward so he was relieved of David's member and sat down, wiping his hand across his forehead. He never quite understood how it was possible for him still to sweat…at least he had plenty of time to think about it, once round 2 commenced.
Not one of my best but I hope it was ok, might rewrite if I can be bothered, there's some character development in there somewhere if you can understand my obnoxious ramblings
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PMKnut xx
