A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

Bishop knew she was waiting for punishment but instead relent his hold over her. Brooklyn felt the pressure alleviating from her neck but didn't completely relax. She knew Bishop could strike out at any moment, handing down what he deemed appropriate punishment. But the punishment never came.

"I know you're sorry," his voice resonated in the dark. "You don't have to keep fighting me like this Brooklyn."

"Why do you keep me locked away like a bastard child then? I haven't tried to leave you."

"But you haven't earned such freedom," Bishop gently countered.

"But I'm staying, here, on my own free will. You take my blood and body at will and yet I don't fight you when you desire either."

"Brooklyn you do not understand," Bishop countered, "You still have to control those impulses of emotion. If you kill Javier in front of anyone, it's over for us. There are changes coming, large changes and we cannot afford to let the hunters find out."

"Why are you scared?"

Bishop was caught off guard by her sudden question. "I'm not."

"Yes you are," she reached out and straddled his lap. "The night of the Policeman's Ball you saw someone, a man, and you flipped. Who was it? Bishop, please tell me!"

He felt her hands cradling his face with soft gentle strokes of her thumbs. The heat of her tears radiated from her soft delicate skin as she leaned in and pressed her forehead tightly to his. The hatred and anger between them was washed away like the receding tides of the ocean, replaced with vulnerability and comfortable silence between them.

Bishop knew eventually Brooklyn would have to learn of what was coming down the road, but felt a sense of hesitation grip his tongue, preventing him from saying so. Brooklyn dared to lean in closer, feeling her lips brushing lightly along his. Bishop felt tiny sparks ignite between the tiny yet precious connection. He reveled in the gentle touches, having lived for centuries without such a deliberate and honest sensation.

"Brooklyn what are you doing?" his whisper was heavy with lust. Firm yet gentle hands tilted his neck to the side, permitting the younger vampire to shower his throat with random kisses and nipping. Bishop groaned and pressed his body tightly to hers as his hands slowly ran up and down her back as the soft pressure of her lips explored his neck and shoulders. Brooklyn abruptly pulled back, sensing the vocal displeasure that rumbled deep within his chest. She slid a hand across his face, letting him kiss the soft digits of her fingers before pulling her arm towards her wrist. Through the dim light streaking through the blinds, Bishop watched through half lidded eyes as she bit into the soft cool skin then offered him the crimson slick wrist.

She watched her lover reach out with both hands and tenderly pressed the bleeding limb against his waiting lips. Bishop felt the sweet rich warmth greet his lips and tongue and dared to tear the wounds just a little wider. Brooklyn closed her eyes and tilted her head back as the sharp yet brief pain raced up her arm and across her shoulders. She knew her blood was a drug for Bishop: Intoxicating, powerful and the vampire was defenseless against the rich thickness that swallowed him whole, refusing to relent the addictive hold it held over him.

The wet sloppy sounds were music to her ears as Bishop suckled from her wrist. She had been a hunter long enough to know how to get a vampire where she wanted one. Bishop continued but felt his mind swimming and limbs growing heavy from the infusion of his lover's blood. Brooklyn pried her wrist away and licked the drying blood up and off her wounds as Bishop collapsed beneath her, sated and groaning in ecstasy and pain.

A thin smile traced her lips as the vampire lowered her body alongside his. Bishop was helpless as he fell deeper under her seductive spell. Brooklyn slid over the mattress and down upon her knees, placing her body between his legs. Bishop lifted his head, wanting to watch every kiss, touch and caress placed over his body. She felt him tremble with each feather touch along his inner thighs and cast a wicked grin through the thin light. Her fingers teased through the polyester, ushering waves of euphoria throughout his body. Sex laced the air and tingled her senses with excitement driving her own needs to the surface. The bulge grew and painfully pushed against the itchy cotton boxers causing Bishop to groan and thrust his hips wildly into the air. Brooklyn cupped the twitching cock through his clothes then slowly and deliberately massaged him.

Bishop growled and fisted the comfort tight as the strokes grew deeper and longer, threatening to drive him mad. If Brooklyn didn't cease her cock teasing soon, he was going to explode right then and there!

Brooklyn sensed the tension pulsing throughout his body but that didn't stop her from carrying on with her agonizingly sweet caresses. She wanted to push her lover to the brink before pulling him back and indulging him with every sexual hunger he harbored. Bishop bucked his hips into her hand, aching for release from the pressure and pain welling within. Brooklyn slipped her hand deeper between his legs and with a firm yet gentle pressure slowly swirled a finger around the sweet spot behind his balls.

"Brooklyn….." he whimpered, "Please….."

She loved how he begged her for it, for the euphoric rush of heated release that would free his body from this agony. It was one time she was in control, in power over the older vampire, and Brooklyn wanted to savor in this delicious moment for just a little longer. She leaned in and softly nipped at his twitching cock, feeling it respond to the light grating of teeth through the damning layers of cotton and polyester. His hips gyrated and bucked as Bishop started to feel the coiling beginning to build and push against the depths of his body, screaming for release. Thoughts of his lover perched atop his lap and riding his solid thick member danced through his head which only fueled the fire inside. His trance was shattered by the sudden absence of the welcomed pressure causing him to look up to see Brooklyn tugging at the hem of his pants. He hurriedly arched his back and shimmied free from the confining material and felt the cool rush against his skin. A small groan of relief escaped his lips as he was one layer away from what he hungered for.

Brooklyn kissed up and along his inner thighs, tasting his sex upon her lips and tongue. A rich earthen blend that was all him and no other being possessed; it was a scent that was forever etched in her memory and senses.

Bishop sunk deeper in the mattress as the sensation of elastic running over skin tickled his legs. He gasped at the cool rush over his now exposed cock, already receptive from Brooklyn's skilled hands and mouth. Brooklyn grinned as his face contorted with pleasure and pain but wasn't about to leave the vampire high and dry. With one swift bob, she took him wholly in her mouth and ran her tongue along the thick blue vein. Bishop hollered and fisted her luscious copper locks as she rocked her mouth back and forth in steady deep bobs. Her fingers danced around his perineum, rubbing the tight bundle of skin and nerves with a single finger. Bishop's cries and pants echoed like a sweet symphony in her ears and Brooklyn felt her fangs slowly drop. The needle sharp points raked lightly over his cock and Bishop thrusted his hips against her mouth, fucking it hard and fast as the need for release exploded in his ears.

Brooklyn tilted her head slightly to the left and felt the protruding vein beneath her fangs. She dared to pierce the delicate web and felt the trickle of crimson sugar coat her hungry tongue. Bishop thought he would come at the sharp prick against his cock but forced it back. He found his eyes fluttering and if he had a heart knew it would be racing against his chest as his body and mind were adrift in sexual bliss. He wanted to throw her on top of him but found his limbs were deadweights upon the bed. She was in full control and for Bishop it was a major turn on, one he didn't know existed until this night.

The hints of iron, copper and precome blended across the canvas that was Brooklyn's mouth and tongue and appealed to her vampire nature. She bit down with her other fangs and pinched the top of Bishop's receptive cock. He didn't wail or holler in protest but instead rested beneath her, allowing her to carry on. He loved how her full swollen lips encircled him perfectly and swallowed him whole in one short jerk of her mouth.

"Yes…." He moaned and fisted her hair tighter between his fingers. Brooklyn ran her tongue along his wounds, feeling the tiny holes begin to close against the soft velvet. She slowly withdrew her lips, hearing the head of his cock slip between them with a soft plop. He was so exposed and vulnerable lying there on the bed. Bishop propped up on his elbows and watched as one by one the shirt and pants floated to the ground. Brooklyn stood in only her boy shorts and a wicked grin. He sat up and pawed at the expensive lace, inhaling her sex and scent. Brooklyn allowed the thin garment to slide down and over her legs and hips before pooling around her ankles. She stepped out the kicked them aside as Bishop ripped the shirt and tie away. Now both were naked and hungry for the other as the thick invisible blanket of sex and their scents hung around their bodies.

Bishop sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her by the hands towards him. Brooklyn closed the space between them and crawled up and on his waiting cock. She slipped a hand between them and guided the weeping erection to her body, feeling the thick pressure penetrating the slick heated walls.

I need her….

He heard the voice whisper in his mind. Bishop sat with his hands around her hips and began rocking her against him. Brooklyn ground her hips hard against his, wanting to feel all of him inside of her. She couldn't deny how great it felt having him like this, both of them naked with her on his lap, fucking him and being in total control. Bishop watched as his lover rode his cock and felt the head rubbing over the sweet nub of nerves and flesh buried deep inside.

"Mine…." He growled against her breasts. They were soft perky and all his; his for the caressing, massaging, licking, and nipping. Bishop captured one between his lips and suckled on the solid erect nipple between his teeth. Brooklyn gasped and threw her head back, feeling her body reacting to the gentle scraping across receptive flesh.

Bishop gripped the small tight ass of his vampire lover and pushed her harder up and against his body. He felt the coiling return once again knowing he wouldn't be able to fight it off this time. Brooklyn obliged and forced her body harder and faster. The numbing and tingling washed over from head to toe as the beginnings of orgasm gathered within.

"Bishop…." Brooklyn felt the wave slam against her mind and body, sending the first crest throughout her being. Bishop grinned and peppered her neck and chest with a shower of reassuring kisses as the thin sticky heat coated his upper thighs and cock. He thrived in her release as she was coming for him and only him! Those sweet sharp cries were because of him!

The vampire sensed his own imminent release and openly embraced the eruption of hot thick ropes that shot into his lover's body, marking her once again. Brooklyn fell forward into Bishop's open arms as the wild intense rush began to ebb and send her crashing down. She felt his arms created a protective circle around her as they collapsed together on the bed still connected together. Neither spoke with their voices but instead with their eyes. Bishop took in the exquisite features that framed Brooklyn's face: her defined jaw, sharp piercing eyes and rich full lips.

Brooklyn noticed the brightness in his eyes as they lay together locked in one another's embrace. It was almost as if he was….happy, truly happy being here like this.

"Brooklyn what is it?" Bishop quietly asked.

"Nothing," she lied. She wasn't sure what was going through her mind at that moment other than she was sexually satisfied and by the look on Bishop's face he too was fulfilled.

"You're lying," he whispered and stroked her cheek.

"It's nothing….really," she hoped he would let up. Bishop knew something was troubling the younger vampire and was determined to seek out the source of her silent agitation.

"Then rest," he lightly kissed her lips and brushed aside a few stray strands. "We have much to do, you and I."

Brooklyn nodded and snuggled up against his body, finding how she was so eager to be close to him unnerving while at the same time being exactly what she wanted.

What the Hell's wrong with me?

Bishop watched as her eyes closed and soon Brooklyn was deep in slumber. He found that she fit within his arms, that her body was always flush with his when they spooned or curled up on the bed. The vampire had found himself on several occasions yearning to feel her touch even when he was on patrol or tending to the funeral home business though he never confessed such desires to any of the clan for they would think he was growing weak.

But it just feels so right…..

Okay a little treat before tonight's new episode...I hope everyone is enjoying this story and please do review!