Chapter 2-Motif
"How is this possible?" Michael murmured between hungered kisses. The moment he realised that it was David, back from the dead, lying prone against the cooling rocks on the beach, his heart had lurched with a combination of ecstasy and wonder. Now, as he feverishly kissed the cool lips of the vampire he thought he'd lost, he was almost overwhelmed once more by his emotions. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he settled for neither and just kissed.
"Since when did animal horns kill vampires?" David responded when they finally broke apart. His hands gripped Michael's muscled arms as if he was a sailor clinging to driftwood in a shipwreck. In a sense, this was not too ridiculous an analogy. He was still weak, vulnerable, and he knew that it would take him a long time to recover. And yet…that healing would be so much quicker if he had some sustenance.
"You're still hurt, aren't you?" Michael spoke when he had time to draw breath. He looked down David's body. He noted that the vampire was dressed in the same dark clothes, and that the front of his black shirt was stained with what Michael assumed was a combination of his own, and David's blood. As he pulled away from David, David lurched forward and Michael instinctively reached out and caught him.
"I have to get you somewhere safe," he said firmly, cradling David closer to him.
"Take me to the hotel," David whispered. "There are things there."
Shouldering most of David's weight, Michael carried the weakened vampire the half-mile down the beach to the old hotel. David's body felt uncharacteristically light, and Michael's stomach twisted with worry. He couldn't be so close to David once more only to lose him again. The panic that he would have to see his lover die a second time made Michael stride more quickly to get to the earthquake-shaken building.
When they reached the hotel, Michael, as gently as he could, laid David down onto the antique four-poster bed. The combination of cave wall and sculpted brickwork seemed even more surreal now that David and Michael were the sole residents. Michael realised, with a stab of guilt and sorrow that David might not even be aware, or choose to remember that his Boys had been destroyed. Pushing that thought to one side for a moment, he concentrated on getting David as comfortable as he could. In response, the vampire opened his eyes and smiled weakly.
"Thank you, angel," he said softly. He raised a pale, almost translucent hand and caressed Michael's cheek. His touch was cool and quivering, and Michael instinctively clasped his own hand over David's, hoping to bring some small warmth back into it.
"What can I do?" Michael murmured, beginning to shiver at David's cold touch. You've done enough already, his inner voice told him. It's all your fault he's like this.
David lay silent, his eyes closed once more. Time was short. If Michael had any hope of restoring David's strength, whatever he had to do, he must do it quickly, or David would well and truly be lost to him. Realisation dawned on Michael slowly, but in time. Silently, he lay down on the bed next to David. His heart, so newly reverted to human, beat furiously within his chest, pumping his blood, the one thing that could give David new life, and reminded him of his own vulnerability.
David turned to face Michael on the bed. "What…are you doing." He asked, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes flickered to the vein in Michael's neck, and in that brief moment a multitude of emotions flitted over his pale, wanton face. Desire; hunger; pain; curiosity; all were present in his tired eyes.
"You know," Michael replied. He took off his white t-shirt and moved closer to David. The vampire did not resist as Michael undressed him, dropping his coat and t-shirt to the floor beside the bed. Semi-naked and aroused, in spite of his fear of what he was about to do, Michael ran his hand over David's healing chest wound. The drying blood lay in a tantalising trail from David's muscular chest to the top of his jeans, and Michael fought the sudden urge to lick his way down the vampire's torso. It was not his time to feed.
"Michael…" Quieter than a whisper, David murmured an almost-protest. Almost.
"Do it, David," Michael said gently. "You know you have to." He placed a hand on the nape of David's neck and eased the vampire forward as if to embrace him. He heard David moan, half in pain, half in arousal as their skin touched. The vampire dipped his head and rested his cool mouth for a moment against the pulse in Michael's neck. Michael shivered at the touch of the other man's lips, reminded of the last time that David took his blood. The first time, it had been a battle of wills between two men, equally matched and just as arrogant. Michael had allowed David to feed from him and then bed him, but not without showing David that the decision to be taken was very much his own. Now, Michael had made the decision once more, but it was more than the coming together of two bodies that was at stake. He gasped as the sensation of David's lips gave way to the sharp pinpricks of the vampire's fangs sinking into the vulnerable flesh of his neck.
The feeling was an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure. The drawing sensation of David imbibing his blood made him feel more alive than he had felt since his initiation. The silken caress of David's long hair against his bare skin combined with the sensuality of the vampire's feeding was enough to send Michael into paroxysms of desire and need. He moaned louder as David continued to feed, pulling the vampire closer to him until they were chest to chest. He began to stroke David's hair in time to the beating of his own heart, revelling in the simple sensuality of the act as David fed. The dizzying feeling of bloodletting imprinted on Michael's senses until he was compelled to close his eyes to ease the black spots dancing in front of him and the pulse that was beating wildly in his ears.
David sensed Michael was close to unconsciousness and although his greater instinct told him to keep taking the younger man's blood, with a moan he drew away. The effect of the blood was instant, and now it was he who caught the other man as Michael slumped forward into his arms. He eased the two of them down into a more comfortable position, wrapped his arm protectively around Michael and fell soundly asleep.
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