Author: Jania93
Disclaimer: These men belong to the wonderful David E. Kelly and I claim no ownership of them, so please don't sue cause I work for the Catholic Church and they will kick your butt.Spoilers: NOPE
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Authors Note: This story was inspired by a recent comment on the list about vampire fiction and the boys drinking blood. Please enjoy and offer feedback because it makes me really happy.
After a hard case, Alan always enjoyed a glass of Shirley's blood. Its rich full flavor relaxed him and made it easier for him to focus on what went wrong.
After a win, there was nothing like a glass of Garret to celebrate the day. Light and airy, it made Alan feel young again; even through he was over 400 years old.
Today, however, was special because was a Denny day. These were rare, because Denny hated people feeding off of him. In fact, Alan was the only vampire in the firm allowed to do it anymore, so made this moment even more important to him.
Standing on the balcony watching the stars, Alan could almost taste the heat and tartness that was Denny. Even though they no longer needed to drink alcohol, Alan was sure Denny did it to flavor his blood with smokiness that he knew drove Alan crazy.
"Let's get this over with," came Denny's annoyed voice as he joined the younger vampire on the balcony. Unable to stop the smirk that crossed his face, Alan replied, "Yes let's because I know this is such a trial for you."
The two men approached each other slowly, Alan's step echoing a lion searching out his prey, while Denny strode towards Alan with confidence, secure in his place as a senior vampire.
Reaching their goal, the two men took a deep breath trying to memorize the scent of their partner. To Alan, Denny smelled of power and sexuality, while Denny thought Alan smelled of springtime and sunshine, things that a vampire should have forgotten, but still managed to hold on to.
As the senior vampire in the pair, Denny had the honor of first bite and took to his duties with great enthusiasm. The pain had barely faded when Alan joined him, sinking his teeth right into the jugular vein.
The loud thudding of Denny's heart overwhelmed Alan's senses as blood ran down his throat like a river of red wine. Both men were unable to suppress the moans that rose as they continued to drink from one another.
Hard as a rock, Alan thrust his cock into Denny's hip as he felt the older undead return the favor. Drink and thrust, drink and thrust, the macabre passion play rushed to an astounding climax that left both vampires at a loss for words.
Resting his head on Denny's shoulder, Alan whispered a gentle "I love you," to the older man. "I will not have sex with you," came Denny's reply and Alan began to laugh.