Sweet revenge
The raven-haired vampire could hardly remember that he had been so glad to be an immortal being before. Not reasonless 'cause otherwhise he'd have bored himself 'til death this evening. It was a balmy Transsylvanian midsummer night, but Count Vladislaus Dragulia was in no mood to admire the beauty of the starry sky, like he usually did. He wasn't alone – in fact he had the best company he could imagine and wish for. But his beloved obviously had other things on his mind than him… at least for the moment.
'Time to change that.' He thought to himself, looking at the man next to him.
"How long does it take from now on, Gabriel?" Vlad asked slightly impatient.
His question went unheard. Gabriel was fully occupied with reparing their most widely used piece of furniture, which got damaged a night before. Stubborn as ever he had insisted to solve the problem himself. Vlad knew all to well that he hadn't the slightest chance to change his handsome companion's mind, so the cleverer gave in and let him have his own way. Well, after all Gabriel was quite good in do-it-yourself-stuff…
Although Vlad was a master in swordplay in his mortal life, he was of noble birth as well: His wealthy family had servants and so his slender hands never got dirty from work. Furthermore he had a soft spot for fine arts and good books, while Gabriel was much more interested in practical things. Thus it was no wonder that the other immortal appeared to forget that Vladislaus was with him.
"Gabriel…?" He asked again, wanting to remind the other of his presence.
That was enough to distract Vlad's lover and so it happened: The hammer in Gabriel's right hand was supposed to hit the nail his left fingers held, but missed the right target…
"Damnit!" The younger vampire growled through gritted teeth, then screwed up his pretty face and looked at his bleeding index finger.
'He cursed! Not very well, but he did!' The thought was amusing, just like Gabriel's little mishap.
Vladislaus fought hard with himself, but just couldn't help it: Malicious joy made him chuckle. Unfortunately this didn't go unheard.
"That ain't funny!" Gabriel grumbled immediately.
"Well, at least not for you." Vlad retorted, still smirking.
Gabriel sighed with resignation, then sat down at the wooden floor of their bed-chamber and looked reproachfully at his companion.
"Would you like me to refresh your memory a little, hm?" Gabriel's voice dripped with irony. "Well, my dearest… you appear to forget that you are the one who's responsible for this… little mess right there." He pointed at the bed with his healthy hand.
"Can't deny that" The black-haired devilkin answered with dryly flagrance and grinned even broader.
Indeed, he and Gabriel had spent the last night in this bed, like they used to do so often. Many candles had lighted the cozy room while they had laid side by side, and Vlad was the one who had kissed and caressed his beloved 'til Gabriel's well-shaped body trembled with pleasure. Soon Vlad was plead to claim what was rightfully his. He didn't need to be told twice and holding Gabriel in his arms, their bodies followed their heart's way and became one. That was the beginning of a passionate loveplay: Gabriel's sensual moans had encouraged the black-haired and so he had let himself sunk again and again into his lover's lap. Desire had increased like pace did…
… 'til the sound of breaking wood suddenly disrupted them.
"Vlad, what the hell you're dreaming of?" Gabriel wanted to know and stated the obvious. "l'm bleeding!"
That sounded the death knell for Vlad's countenance.
"Gabriel, after…" He gasped, breathless and shaking with laughter. "Well… after you resurrected me I've turned you into a vampire. So believe it or not… this won't kill you!"
"Thanks a bunch! What on earth would I do without you telling me this!" Gabriel answered a trifle annoyed, then averted his gaze.
'Cute… ' Vlad swooned silently while looking at his lover. With his frown and the pursed lips Gabriel still looked like an angel. A disgruntled angel, though. Vlad took a moment to enjoy the gorgeous sight, then he rose from his antique chair cushioned with blood-red velvet and sat down next to the younger vampire.
"Comoara mea*…" He whispered soothingly, took Gabriel's injured hand in his own and fondled it with his fingertips. "Look, its getting better already."
Indeed, the self-healing powers of vampires set in and a few moments later the little wound had disappeared without the slightest trace. Gabriel looked up from his now unscathed finger, directly into the fascinating darkness of Vlad's eyes…
Their amorous glance led them right into a kiss, sweet and soft as their embrace. Soon Vlad succumbed to Gabriel's desire, sunk into his strong arms which held him tight. Passion awakened from her silken slumber, but just when Vlad abandoned himself willingly, his lover broke the kiss.
"Remember, the bed's damaged…" Gabriel remarked with slight regret, but the sense of disappointment didn't last long.
"Who needs a bed... ?" Vlad grinned shiftily. "We still have the bearskin at the fireside."
Entirely happy about that, Gabriel just smiled. But Vlad could have sworn that he catched a glimpse of trickiness in his companion's eyes.
Soon enough it turned out that he was right.
Vlad lay on the soft fur nearby the chimney fire, legs wide opened and his lover between them. Gabriel's velvety-soft lips had taken care of his lap and inflamed him with lust. Desire burned so hot in him that he heard himself beg for more, but his lover paused from devoting himself to Vlad's arousal. Instead he crawled up on Vlad, giving him a smile both cunning and tender.
"Revenge is sweet, my love." Gabriel whispered, more than ready to return last night's favors.
*romanian, "my darling"
Fun fact: While knocking in a nail to hang up the picture of Vlad a former friend drew for me, I somehow missed the nail and hit my own finger. So this fic here was born. xD