Hello friends! It's been so long since I've written some Drabriel. Too long in fact. I found this story scribbled on a page in one of my notebooks, and I decided it would be worth it to go ahead and rework it. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to delve back into this pairing that I love so much! Seeing as my last story was so dark, I decided to work on a prompt a little more lighthearted. No smut this time friends, I'm sorry. But there is, of course, some sexual tension between our dear boys. And as is customary for this set of drabbles, the prompt is in response to the One Hour Challenge over at Destiny's Gateway Romantic Fanfiction Archive. I wrote Challenge #142.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! And any feedback would be very welcome! Thank you guys! And see you next time!
It wasn't as if the man didn't look drop dead gorgeous. He did. And that was the problem.
Vladislaus had been yearning to go to the new nightclub that had opened up on the other side of town for weeks. After centuries of solitude, Vladislaus wished to delve into the modern world. He'd always been a forward thinking man, and that hadn't changed at all over their years together.
Gabriel had finally snagged some time off of work and conceded to going to the club with the vampire. He wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea. He adored going out with Vladislaus, that wasn't the problem. But nightclubs or any large group of people tended to give him headaches. He wasn't sure how his vampiric lover could stand it. Vladislaus' hearing was much more sensitive than his own. Yet, the other never complained about the noise. Then again, Vladislaus had always managed to charm a crowd while Gabriel had kept more to the sidelines. He put it down to the difference of being a crown prince and a soldier. And so, at long last, he had agreed to head out on that night.
That was until he saw how is lover had dressed for the evening. Vladislaus' style was impeccable. Classy and gentlemanly, with only the finest materials and designers residing in his wardrobe. The vampire almost always wore suits of some sort. Gabriel on the other hand was on the casual side. Plain tees and jeans were his preference. The former monster hunter had never actually seen Vladislaus don black leather pants, and he was rather sure he'd just suffered an aneurism because of it. Damn it did he look good….
Those sinful pants hugged long legs perfectly, cupped a wonderfully pert backside, and the hem accentuated sharp hips. Paired with an elegant black button down shirt…Vladislaus was irresistible.
Gabriel nearly salivated all over himself. Vladislaus—the narcissistic bastard—acted completely ignorant of the effects he had on Gabriel. The vampire faced his lover, fixing with the sleeves of his expensive shirt. He met dark eyes and quirked a brow.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
Gabriel refrained from wincing. Vladislaus' thick accent and distinctive speech always sounded sexy to him. However, when the former prince attempted to use modern vernacular, it simply didn't suit him. But Gabriel wasn't about to mention that to his temperamental and egotistical lover.
Gabriel moved silently over to the other man. He slipped behind him, working strong arms around his love's waist. He rested a chin on a pale shoulder, smiling when Vladislaus leaned his weight back into him. Gabriel slipped his calloused hands over smooth silk, feeling the hard muscles underneath. He kissed the fabric of Vladislaus' shirt, before moving to lavish attention onto a porcelain throat. A gentle purr reached his ears. He then moved to take Vladislaus' earlobe, earring and all, between his lips. Warm breathes tickled the vampire's cold skin as he spoke.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel said solemnly, "But if you think I am going to let you leave the house wearing that, you are sorely mistaken."