Its finally here! Yeah, I know it took ages but that's what happens when your muse decided to abandon you. Know I have two more chapters to keep me and you afloat while I write up more. I have no clue how many chapters its going to be before this fic is finished. I'm pretty long winded in chase you haven't noticed with my other stories. I think my Harry Potter fic has a nearly 10,000 word long chapter or two. You can expect a few long chapters here too, once I get back into the swing of writing these characters and fandom.
By the time they made it to the docks he felt sick, his stomach turned and chills ran up and down his body. As soon as they got on the ship and out of the car he took off in the opposite direction, as far from Eleanor as possible. Was it all because he couldn't get a grip on himself when he thought of the dhampir?
He had thought about the things that could go wrong or right, blissfully right, during the drive and the atmosphere had become suffocating with a cacophony of contradictions. It was always like that with Blade, how would he react to the scar on his neck, what would he smell like to him now? A wave of warmth rushed through him, stopping the brunette in his tracks, a pleasant shiver shook up his spine and his hands flew open in a twitch, fingers splayed and wanting to grab something. A warm, tall and muscled body preferably, his brain had supplied him with imagery and a mock feel of what it would be like. He kept his face blank and veiled with a sleepy look he had mastered over the years; to anyone it would look like he was spacing out from lack of sleep and not being bombarded with tantalizing fantasies and sensory fabrications.
It was a well worn imagining. Blade would trap him against a wall, pinning him there with his larger frame and he would nuzzle his neck, taking in the scent of a human protected by a hunter. He would have held him by his arms and shoved him firmly at the wall, his mouth so close to the sensitive spot on the weapons smith's neck, begging to be licked and sucked and bitten in a dark expansive love bite; one of the visible many he'd wake up with. He cursed himself when he had to palm the front of his jeans to calm himself down, where were they sleeping again? Once his dick let go of some blood supply for his brain to remember, Scud almost sprinted for the sneaky little corner their room would be. He didn't like what he saw the moment he turned the corner.
Every steamy, pulse jolting and filthy thought was flung on the back burner when he came across the Joker of his life, the wild card in his old BPRD shirt. She was talking to someone, posture highly recognizable. It was the posture she held with people she knew; relaxed, playful, and generally inviting but demanding respect and slightly elegant. He smirked and let out an almost silent snort. For someone who had directly no upbringing, the huntress carried herself like some well educated princess. She was slightly guarded talking to whoever she was talking to, he couldn't see in his current position, he took a few steps to the right and saw a man in a simple dark suit and a pair of sunglasses. His face was common place and his hair a non specific brown.
The perfect agent for any organization, the fact that he was alone and dealing with a fugitive killer and ex-prostitute on a seemingly innocent cargo ship was a dead giveaway that he was either from very high up in the shadowy agency tree or his division directly wasn't on it. The man handed her a clipboard with a file on it and she smiled at something he said, Josh couldn't make out the words but her body language and the friendly laugh that rippled through her was enough. A flicker of rage and maybe jealousy licked at his insides asking for something to fuel that fire that had been flickering and growing dangerously.
His fingers threatened to scratch the container he was hiding next to as they twitched into fists. He sat there watching as she read through it quickly and signed a few pages, he narrowed his eyes as she flipped it closed and handed it back. The logo on the front of the file was clear as day, what the hell was Eleanor doing signing shit with SHIELD? He scratched his cheek and wrapped his arms around himself to ward off the cold, his jacket was almost ancient and not the best thing for this weather.
He had been with Blade when a similar man, if not the very same man came to get Blade and take him on a special mission. When the B man came back he told Scud everything he knew about the organization and that he should steer clear of them, the mechanic just raised his hands and said that he didn't trust or like guys in cute suits for a second in his life. B had looked at him odd but didn't ask much, Whistler was a little harder to evade but Scud had lied and said something about vampires being rich and powerful. Suits meant power and wealthy, they also attracted potential victims. They went about their day normally after he patched up Blade, stitching up some nasty claw marks that look like they belonged to a very angry animal. The stoner upgraded the security system the next second and slept only every other day with the loudest alarm rigged to ring in his room.
Two more agents appeared and spoke to her meaning business, a woman with bright red hair in a very tight cat suit and a sandy-haired man with guns to make Scud forget about what he was seeing and zone in on them. They were fit, and they seemed to be working out a list. Eleanor was just nodding occasionally and looking at the woman unblinking, he knew that face well having seen it when he gave out instructions for their mad scientist projects in the cabin.
If the huntress snuck off to work on some solo project Scud would have the confirmation he needed. His protector, this friend of his was back to their old ways, working for someone with bigger guns and quicker punches. Not that he loathed his time as consultant and researcher for the Nightstalkers, so far.
Scud wasn't stupid; he knew working under someone came with perks and that not all employers were rotten bastards. He knew himself and the kid, working for someone doesn't keep their ducks in a row. He knew the second any of his new teammates gave him an order that he'd throw a punch and not care if he ended up with a bullet in his meat or fangs in his neck.
He couldn't stand the sight before him, he knew the woman was doing what she needed to do so they could have a scrap of clothing on their backs and some food on the table but the secrecy was just sickening. Without a sound he turned around and went to the little room they had someone make for them. It was hidden, soundproofed and just what they needed. All their stuff was already there, the brunette took a small toy from his pocket and pressed a small button hidden as a nose before throwing the dog shaped fluff toy in the middle of the room. A quiet fizz was heard and a few pops, whatever bugs or cameras where in the room had been fried and he was free to do as he pleased.
Scud walked over to a pile of sleeping bags and clasped his hand around the neck of a whiskey bottle, thoughtfully left behind, before letting gravity pin him to the soft pile of cool fabric. He kicked off his shoes and placed the bottle on the ground, he sat up to lean back against a wall as he dug his frigid feet under a wooly blanket. He has no idea how long he stayed there staring at the empty wall ahead of him, he remembered he had picked up the bottle and taken enough swigs to warm up his bones and loosen his limbs.
His inhibitions were pleasantly low and the watch on his wrist told him he had been here for almost an hour. Eleanor wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning and now that he had cooled off about the sights on the helipad his brain decided to heat him back up. Like a ghost sneaking up on him, a whisper of air escaped his lips. What would it feel like to have Blade kissing his neck? Would his sharp fangs catch his skin when he sucked and nipped at the pale flesh? His hand moved down to the waistband of his pants as he thought of the few times he had seen the hunter without his impressive bulletproof vest or his black trench coat. He wanted to trace every inch of those tattoos with his tongue, teasing the man until he lost all patience and pinned him to a table kissing and roaming his hands along his body until Scud begged for it. Then he'd get his revenge on the little tease, biting roughly and kissing at the brunet's neck and shirtless torso, soothing every love-bite with his wicked tongue.
Blade would make his way down, using his hot tongue to scorch Scud's quivering flesh as he licked the dip of his hip bones. By this point the shorter man would be breathing heavily, gripping the sides of the table and begging the hunter to do anything if it meant releasing the strain on his possibly angry red dick. Scud felt his thighs quiver as his cock twitched; he licked his lips and kept his other hand under his shirt rubbing at his nipple. At first the mechanical hand disturbed him to the point he only used it to hold a mug, but now the firm rough surface reminded him of Blade's calloused hands. He pinched himself and a startled gasp left his lips as his legs parted, a stain would surely great him once he regained enough blood in his limbs to take of his pants. For now he rubbed at his inner thigh and teased himself through the seams. That hand went further and ghosted over his sack and to wear Scud wanted it the most.
Bolts of electricity jumped through him and down his spine to his groin, he felt the tight ring twitch in anticipation. He couldn't wait anymore, he could pretty much feel it, Blade would look at the aroused mess the weapon's tech had become. Eyes blown wide with lust and a flush all over his sweaty skin, the hunter would put a hand over his scars and undo his belt and pull his overly baggy pants off. Scud heard the clink of his belt and wiggled out of his trousers, palming his dick and feeling the wet fabric. That would be Blade's mouth as the fucker teased Scud, the only words he could form become gasps and moans to broken breaths and sobs. The hand that hand been at Scuds nipples tinkered with the elastic of his boxers and dove slowly in the back, stopping to squeeze at his cheek earning a low moan from the man.
A finger nudged and circled his entrance and Scuds heartbeat picked up. He licked his opposite hand after discarding his underwear and grabbed the head of his dick; Blade would have his mouth on him as he played with his hole, making Scud pay for being a tease earlier. Not that the shorter man would complain, beg and scream maybe but he'd never complain, not about this. Scud brought his artificial hand, the digits giving off a metallic gleam, to his lips and took them into his mouth.
"Oh fuck I'd want to sixty-nine him so bad." His own voice resounded in his head, the erotic imagery elected a muffled moan and he made more room for the fingers licking them thoroughly, thinking of Blade's cock in his mouth. His hand picked up speed and he had to stop himself before he lost his plan in the heated jumble his thoughts had become.
He took his own hand from his mouth and didn't even pretend to be shocked at the whimper of loss that came from his lips. He wanted it so bad. Scud spread his legs and bent his knees, fingers ghosting over his balls and drawing a slick line to the puckered ring. Blade wouldn't want to play around anymore but teasing Scud would be too fun for the hunter and he's only rush things a little. One finger slipped in, pistoning in and out at the same angle and every time, Scud whined and held the base of his dick. He wanted to come so bad, the burning his gut was so tempting, and his muscles were twitching and his skin was slick in sweat. No, Blade wouldn't let him come so quick he'd fuck the shit out of him first.
The second finger went in without warning; his limbs on autopilot, Scud moaned and took his hand off his dick to search his duffle bag quickly. He had to stop and grip a random piece of clothing when his own searching fingers curled and brushed his prostate. He all but screamed and in his grip he found what he was after, he opened his glazed over eyes and took the medium sized dildo and a bottle of lube. There was no way in hell a simple hand job was gonna end this easily or sate him fully. He removed his fingers and uncapped the bottle, letting a decent amount ooze over his fleshy fingers and coated the toy. Over the years, opening the usually tricky tube had become as easy as flicking on a lighter to him. His mechanical hand rubbed at the slightly stretched flesh and he had to bite his thin rose lips, blue eyes eyeing the toy hungrily. Scud took a breath and went back to his fantasy.
Maybe Blade would have him tied down, loose ties and on all fours at some point. Then the hunter would flip him over trapping his smaller frame bellow his and remove his rough fingers in a blink, a whimper escaped Scuds lips, complaining of being left empty. Would Blade pin his arms above his head and spread his legs further apart before burying himself in his ass torturously slow? Rocking his hip lazily letting his thick pulsing cock slip in inch by inch, Scud moaned and thrust his hips down onto him, coaxing him in.
"Fuck, Blade." His hazy eyes caught the ceiling and for a second he could smell the hunter on him, he could hear his labored breathing as he was trying to restrain himself and not pound into the little weapons wiz until the younger man was a mess of incoherent words. "ah, fuck fuck fuck." Scud worked the toy in deeper and started pumping it in and out at a growing rate.
His limbs were splayed and he had to focus past the haze to keep his hand working, it felt so good. He could picture and feel the hunter ramming into him, kissing and biting his neck. He could feel his tongue licking a stripe up his throat as he captured his lips in a volatile kiss, the thrusting became a pounding. Scud had to bite his arm to stifle the scream that nearly escaped him; all anyone heard was choked sob as he began to repeatedly thrust down onto the toy. He was so close; the friction alone was bringing him to the edge. His body was warm and flushed, if the hunter walked in Scud would be defenseless. The meager thought of Blade appearing in the doorway had him cumming in four explosive spurts. One thing that was different in Scud from everyone else, others screamed like wanton whores when orgasm hit. Josh wasn't like that; the hunter's name escaped his lips in a whisper.
It took him nearly fifteen minutes to come down from his high, he wiped up the mess and put his pants back on before sitting up. There was a slightly wince and he squirmed a little to get comfortable. He dug around his pocket and found his lighter before lighting a cigarette he had dug out with his other hand. His ass would complain a little in a while, for now the soreness was staying away and he could bask in the fading afterglow.
Eleanor would be back sometime in the morning and he didn't want her to see his more personal toys, the toys that others would label as mechanical crap were fine for all viewers but he'd rather keep his love for cock a secret for now. With a grunt he got up and went to put away his little fun kit, pineapple lube and all. For fuck sakes he was a complete poof, he laughed at himself and his old worn in labeling. He wasn't normal, all in all and after everything that had happened. Josh "Scud" Fromeyer was just some mechanic living off the grid.
Before he could get back to his bed, he saw one of El's bags and dug through it, as was his custom. He knew the younger woman wouldn't mind, after all they knew each other thoroughly after all these years. He dug around old shirts and underwear he had given her as a prank gift to find himself face to face with a notebook. Scud had seen her writing in it almost religiously but when ever he had approached her, the huntress would shut it single handedly. Stating without a sound that whatever was written there was not meant for him. Curiosity was what had gotten him in this mess, curiosity might damn him again for peeking but, who was he but a common man. And what guy ever resisted the urge to read their female sibling or roommate's diary? After all that's what they were to each other, family and older brothers read their little sister's journals. Before he could even reason with himself, Scud was already flipping through the pages and after meaningless scribbles about old dreams and several drawings of himself he found something. Between a doodle of Scud's eye and a dream she had told him about, resided a detailed drawing of a big black wolf and a light haired woman tending to his paws. Next to it was an entry dated a before he started running with Blade scribbled in Eleanor's sharp and long script.
July 23rd, 2004
I'm out, I'm completely gone. A few weeks ago I ran into a dude in a suit, turns out he was pretty important and now I'm somewhere they'll never get me, never again, ever. I'm safe as houses, turns out they knew Dad and are ecstatic to have me on board. Literally, on board, this place is fucking huge. If I'm with you now Scud, I think I should tell you about a little vamp hunter myth my family carries around. Apparently, a demigod of Viking proportions had an oath with one of our, my dad and mine, ancestors. He let her fight, bit and pregnant, if he promised that her child would continue their work; protect and care for others as they cared for their own. Apparently that happened, and that's why I'll never worry about being bit, I won't turn unless Dracula himself bites me. Years of not so pretty exposure and inoculation, I'm a walking vaccine, to some degree. Pedigree hunters are immune and we're a nearly extinct breed. The demigod gave his human form; he was a wolf, so that we would never change. He gave up the right to raise his kids or even see them so that the blessing would be eternal. I think it's more like some guy made an evolutionary jump and somehow passed on a resilient white blood cell that could attack the viral aspect of vampirism. The whole wolf thing could be that he was hairy and then ran away to a forest because his kids would suffer for it. The people I'm with (an actual living human boss!) haven't found anything in my blood that states it but I'm anemic. Go figure.
I'll come back for you, you're my big brother and that's what family does. My Dad died looking for me, I'll happily do the same looking for you. I miss you so much and it hurts that you went up in smoke like that but, I get it. You got to meet the legend. You wouldn't believe the levels of whoop-ass I'm learning, the freaking science! I'm officially an R&D agent, working on being a field agent because I wanna see my babies in action. You'd have a ball here, lots of things that make some pretty cool bangs.
Little tidbit, hope you're jealous, I just graduated. MIT, mechanical engineering with an internship to Stark Industries, granted its work and play martini-ed. But still! Remember those capsule bullets you shot down? That's my opening act for a cute little check up they're doing in a few weeks. If I can turn some heads I might poke around sound waves and their weaponry applications.
See ya soon, Josh.
Scud had gotten sucked into the entry, he had meant to read every other page and steal some embarrassing secret to mock her with, and instead he found something he wasn't looking for. His curiosity didn't get him blown up this time at least. He was about to put everything back in its place when he spotted a silhouette. Eleanor was leaning against the door frame of their improvised room, shit he really messed up and would have to take back the 'blown up' statement, had he said anything.
"So, are you jealous or what?" She sat neck to him offered a beer from the six-pack she had commandeered from some sorry crew member.
"So you're a demigod or some shit?" he looked at her waiting for the other shoe to drop. All he got was a chuckle; she was laughing at her self by the sour tone it took on. "If I was I shouldn't be turning, but I'm here getting slowly taken over by vampire gremmies." She threw herself on her bed and took a swig of her beer. "Don't believe in any God or even multiple Gods, if they're out there they didn't keep their promise."
Scud kept flipping through the journal and couple pages slipped out, mechanical drawings littered incoherently amongst the semi translucent sheets. "Or my great grands just fucked too much to keep track of." He laughed as he picked up the pages,
"Well you did say your old man was kind of a dog." He raised the pages in the air and let the light shine through them, he stared in awe at the designs "Dude, you making toys you're not sharing?" He could hear her shifting as she got up "hm?"
Scud was studying the impressive sketch, rechecking the circuitry maps written in detail with a line pointing to which section it belonged.
"Oh, I drew that up a while ago, never got it to work, the power source needs to fucking huge." She took the pages and head to a crate table, "The beams need to be fueled by something portable, you don't really need to make it a UV light because it should deliver enough of a punch to toast concrete." Scud was already picking out which scrap pieces they could use for this, what gun they could scrap and how to work out the energy source to the obviously electric weapon.
"So we're gonna be toasting vamps with ray guns sometime in the near future" He held up his bear and they toasted, the necks of the bottles clinking together. "Nice work kiddo, maybe you'll learn something from me" that earned him a light punch to the arm and he laughed as his girl just smirked and took another swig.
"You're a dick" she said in mid chuckle.
"Didn't stop you from getting that tattoo" she looked up at him, a smirk on her lips.
"Like you don't have one of my name?" She was right, on his wrist lay the proof that Scud was in the clear from now on. He was protected by a hunter, bonded even. To the vamps they would smell like siblings and when someone was a sibling to a hunter clan, vamps just ran like preschoolers from a shower.
"Wanna get some work done before we crash?" the woman was already dragging the plastic containers toward the table and Scud had no choice but get their toys out, the tools they had were few and the most they could do was fix some minor issues. The bigger upgrade would have to wait until they docked.
"Who's this for again?" Scud asked as he brought up a few materials for what seemed to be a high precision longbow and explosives.
"I know you hate them but I owe some favors and I'm trying to save up some good karma." She started taking apart the packaging and a couple of the main parts for the bow. "This is for a Shield agent, good guy. You'd get along with him" She started to assemble the main body and marked off some of the things that had to go once they could work with precision tools. "And then I have to trick out some Beretta and Taurus with extra ammo, smoke bombs, throw-able teasers, high resistance line, and flash bombs. The usual assault team bag of goodies." She started to assemble some arrowheads that looked more like about the size of a miniature bullet.
"You've got some weird customers." He said shaking his head as he removed a few screws. She laughed and started to take apart the taser gun.
"Not creepier than Stark Industries." His eyes went wide and she smiled; "Now there is a place to work at. Make things that explode for a living." He watched as she shook her head, her darkening hair fell in her face and aside from the concentrated look on her face he could see her amusement.
If anyone had told him that she descended from a God known for his brains then he'd believe it with out a doubt, she could pull the rug out from anyone's feet, like the best of them. The times he had seen her fight, she had been feral and always on her toes. When everyone else went headlong into a mass of vamps, the woman took to strategy. Scud, loved her more than he could ever love anyone. The things they'd been through and had to do to survive made them take care of each other but something else brought them closer.
He knew that much, no romance ever bloomed between them despite the situations the lived night after night. They learned to live with it; they didn't even remember most of it. To be honest he only remembered a single time, out of the possible dozens, it was when he figured out who she was before she even had a clue. He didn't remember how it felt completely, he knows what it felt like and he still cringes in discomfort. He only remembered the need to protect her, normally he would rat people out for fear of certain death but he had kept so many things a secret when it came to Eleanor.
Things would get rocky with the new team, he still had his second thoughts about the Night Stalkers and he knew he'd end up comparing them to the Blood Pack, especially when they hit some activity. If things went south they had an escape route into the government and off the maps permanently with SHIELD. For once they had done something good, for all Scud knew of Blade's stories. Crap, they'd probably run into him. New York was big and crowded but Blade would smell him from mile away, especially now that he had been branded by another vamp killer. They worked until late and the nerves of bumping into Blade on cigarette run still lay comfortably in his stomach, like a cat kneading his gut as a comfortable pillow.
Next chapter involves some guests so stay tuned. I'll update soon, I promise!
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