WARNING: Contains some hot and steamy, but not explicit, Pompous Pep and some language. I'd rate this chapter at a hard T, light M.
Vlad growled eagerly, kissing those oh so soft lips. Fingertips left freezing trails across his chest as they grabbed at his tie, fumbling to undo it. Danny's body arched up, pressing against the flaring heat of the older halfa's core. He whined when Vlad pulled away, grabbing desperately at his shoulders.
"Calm yourself, little badger," Vlad murmured with a wicked grin. How long had he wanted Danny completely at his mercy? And, to think, this was all it took... "We have plenty of time tonight."
Danny watched, eyes flashing a blinding emerald as Vlad unbuttoned his shirt ever so slowly. He grabbed at his own clothes, trying to toss them off as fast as possible. Ending up tangled in his shirt, he growled and phased it off his body, tossing it somewhere in the darkness of the master bedroom.
"Since you're so eager," came the sudden whisper at his ear, hot lips brushing against his throat and making him shiver, "why don't you lie back, hm?"
"O-ok!" Danny squeaked. His cheeks burned, made worse because he knew Vlad could see them even in the pitch darkness. He shifted and wiggled, yelping as Vlad grabbed him by the hips and dragged him closer. Danny whined, breath fluttering, core pulsing and sending up tendrils of steam as it reacted to the heat that rolled of Vlad in waves. He felt the touch of skin on his stomach and he gasped, taut muscles jumping to the sound of a breathy chuckle.
Vlad's weight pressed down on him, hot but not uncomfortable. Danny spread his legs a bit wider, kicking his feet and stretching his toes.
And nudging against something fuzzy.
"Vl-Vlad," Danny whined. Hands were exploring his chest, his stomach, playing with the band of his jeans. It was hard to think, even harder to speak. "Vlad, stop it."
Lips pulled away from his neck where they'd been busy biting to life a large bruise. Warm breath sent a tingle all the way down Danny's spine as the older man hissed softly, "What is it? Are you uncomfortable, Daniel?"
"Not that. It's just the, the cat..."
Vlad hesitated a moment, to let the glow die from his eyes, before glancing to the foot of the bed. Maddie was laying there, facing the door with her ears laid back. Her tail swished, tapping against the mattress with a low thump, thump.
"Maddie," Vlad ignored Danny as he made a face and grumbled under his breath, "go on – get out."
"She's a cat, Vlad," the boy deadpanned, "she's not going to leave just 'cause you told her to."
With great reluctance, Vlad disentangled himself from the boy to sit up, reaching out for the cat. He lifted her from the mattress, her claws sticking to it like Velcro, and gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head before setting her on the floor. "Don't be jealous, love. Come back later."
Maddie's collar jingled when she landed, and Vlad quickly turned back to the delicious boy he was ready to devour. Hands found purchase on Danny's lithe hips, a tongue traced over the scarred chest. Danny sighed happily, entwining his fingers in Vlad's ponytail. The warmth he'd been deprived of for only a few moments was back, balancing out the ice that usually filled his body. Teeth nipped gently, and Danny felt his breath hitching as Vlad moved further down.
"Mlrr?"
Danny flopped back with a deflated groan. "Apparently it's already 'later'."
Vlad growled against Danny's navel. He reached out with one foot to gently nudge Maddie, but she was already flopped back in her spot. He wedged his toes under her stomach to pry her up, but she just rolled onto her side, still swishing her tail.
"Just ignore her," Vlad grunted. He had waited so long for this, he wasn't about to let Maddie get in the way. "She's all the way over there."
But Danny had other ideas, pushing Vlad away with a glare. "I'm not having sex while the cat's on the bed. Move it."
Vlad sat back, glaring. At Danny's jeans that were still on, at the cat that was refusing to budge, at his own inability to control a dumb animal for a much more important situation.
Danny flopped next to Maddie, blinking in the slow way Vlad had taught him meant "I'm friendly" to cats. Maddie's ear twitched at him and he figured that was close enough.
"Little Miss," (Danny refused to call her Maddie, especially when he was half-naked in his boyfriend's bed) "you gotta move, 'k?" He tried to shove the cat, but she was so fluffy she barely shifted. "You're being Daddy's little cockblock and you need to stop it." She didn't even twitch her whiskers. "All right, let's go."
Danny rolled off the huge bed, taking Maddie into his arms. The cat huffed and wriggled until Danny had to grab her by the scruff of the neck just to keep holding her. He tossed her into the hallway (Vlad calling out lazily, "Don't throw my cat."), quickly shutting the door behind him, even locking it for good measure. His eyes flashed a bright green in the dark and she smiled.
"So, where were we?"
Vlad's eyes smoldered from the headboard and Danny shivered as he crawled back into the bed. He felt the soft fabric of Vlad's slacks, running his fingers up and up...
And nudging against something fuzzy.
"What the hell?!" Danny snapped as Vlad laughed. "Little Miss, when did you get back in here?" He turned to look at the door.
Still closed.
Maddie purred as Vlad picked her up, scratching her ears in defeat.
"Did you remember to lock her cat door?"