A/N: Hey all! Sorry about the slow update... But for me sex scene are possibly the hardest thing to write... I just think that if you ever write anything out of character or tacty... or just plain embarrassing... chances are its the sex scene... Hhhhmmm same as relationships I suppose... Oh well hope I don't make anyone laugh, to loud. Thankyou to my reviewers. As usually I don't think this is particularly bad but children pleaase forgo this chapter... I promise we will be back to an actual story line next chapter... Cheers.

Chapter Fourteen

Top Or Bottom?

And why is it that some men just can't deal with the idea that a smart, together, professional like me can actually deserve their respect and still want to be thrown down on the couch now and then?


King tried to find words, but just ended up sitting there, mute, the air seemed too thick for his lungs. Drake, was standing before him… tanned skin and hard muscled planes… offering to do whatever he wanted.

"You don't know what you want do you?" King's cheeks colored. Of course he knew what he wanted. Half of him wanted to bolt and the other half wanted rough, sweaty, grinding sex. The kind that left you aching and spent and completely detached from the world. He wanted not to have to think and obsess and consider, for just five damn seconds because he'd been stupid enough to pick up Danica in a bar one disastrous night.

"Kiss me…" Drake couldn't hold back the smile.

"Kiss you…" Drake stepped to the edge of the bed, Hannibal pulling himself up onto his knees.

"You have to learn to ask for what you actually want…" He said coolly.

"For instants… am I meant to kiss you here…" Drake raked teeth lightly over the skin beneath King's ear, lips closing over after.

"Or here…" He gave the other side a nip.

"What about here…" His mouth dropped down and closed over the hallow below his throat, sucking slowly, pulse fluttering against his lips.

"Or maybe somewhere else entirely." King bit his lip as hands gripped his hips, thumbs splayed out towards the middle of his belly. They kneaded lightly up and down, drawing a gruff little moan.

"That's not kissing." He groaned, shocked when Drake's hand immediately dropped and the other stepped away a little… half a step maybe.

"How impetuous of me… I apologize of course…" He practically laughed.

His arms stay loosely at his side as he moved back, kissing him softly. King sighed into the caress, hands creeping up to rest against hard shoulders.

Drake's lips slipped from his and trailed down his throat, King leaned back into it, baring his throat, forgetting who he was with for a second.

He pulled away with a startled little cry when he felt teeth, a red welt decorating the top of his collarbone, Drake's teeth still dulled. King looked awkward and embarrassed eyes drifting listlessly about the room. Drake cupped his cheek.

"Do you trust me?"

"God no."

"Smart boy… If I really wanted to, I could take you. But I want you willing…" King swallowed, gulping down air.

"I want to…"

"I'm not going to hurt you." Drake pushed a nail beneath his throat, the skin parted easily, blood welling along the slice.

"Won't that…"

"You'll still be human tomorrow."

"Then what's…"

"It's a nice rush… I've been told." King leaned up, hands steadying himself against the others chest. His tongue glanced over the pooling red, wound already replaced by smooth skin.

It was a deeper flavor, more almond than metallic. King could almost fool himself into thinking it wasn't actually blood. But there was still that hot sharp rust like edge that was the same in everyone…

It tingled at first, leaving a vaguely chemical after-burn when he swallowed, sending the fluttering feeling pouring down his throat. It reminds him of all the sherbet he use to down as a child and the citric acid that use to leave his tongue numb and aching.

It spreads like alcohol, only faster, heat blossoms in his stomach, limbs feeling light… the strange static of white noise pouring behind his ears.

Drake hisses a moan as a tongue's replaced by teeth. More blood brought to the surface. He threads a hand through blonde strands and pushes the other back onto the bed. Watching as King licks the inside of his mouth over and over, swallowing repeatedly.

"It's never felt like this before." He confesses hands stroking up and down his own arms. It was like every nerve in his body was straining towards wherever was touched.

Drake watched in amusement as King struggled out of his tangled pants, fingers tracking along his thighs, across the curve of a pale cheek. The hands made there way back up and pinched a rosy peaked nipple. King shuddered, Drake smirking as he watched pearly drops of pre-come bead on the tip of King's erection.

He leaned across and caught them on his tongue, King giving a sharp gasp and looking at him with hooded eyes. King smirked and locked his arms behind the elder's neck. Pulling them both down to lay out flat. Drake groped about for the bottle of oil. Lips caught with King's… tongue dipping in and out of the hot cavern, tongues thrusting against each other. His fingers closed over the chilled glass and he fumbled to uncap it, oil spilling messily over Hannibal's stomach.

Drake tossed the vial aside and dipped his hand into the pooling fluid. Aniseed and Vanilla curling through the air. King whimpered into his mouth, hips thrusting up as fingers brushed lightly over his ridged length. They dipped down lower and slick digits slipped back inside him. He bit Drake's lips as they found his prostate, rubbing slowly over the hard nub. Teasing for a few precious seconds.

He gave a low whine as they pulled out. Drake moved back, smirking down at the flustered body. The expression turned from annoyed to rapturous as Drake straddled his hips sliding down the slick cock. Moaning at how it felt to be filled, not a position he been in for a while.