Love Bites (luvy x Hatter x lemondrop)

[lemondrop_gag]

It had been a bloody exhausting evening, Nyxus had mused as he slid down the side of the metal ladder that descended directly to his underground disposal workshop. With an emphasis on the bloody. Usually, the vampire found the monotonous task to be quite effortless… But he was thirsty. Ravenously thirsty. And not only did he have to suffer through the acrid scent of stale carnage as of the last several hours, but the intoxicating aroma of his newly assigned sidekick as well. Even draining a couple of packets of blood bank specials warm out of the microwave didn’t help him, because it didn’t at all compare to the fresh, naturally hot, living elixir of life of a living creature. A blood packet couldn’t wrap its arms around his neck as he pierced the tender barrier of skin with his razor sharp canines, or moan in a duality of dull pain and delicious ecstasy as he took his fill from the joint of their neck and shoulder…

It was another one of those sorts of days. Though this day, he’d long since finished his work, and it luckily involved little in the regard of expertly disposing of a corpse. He was, however, exceptionally starved of the rich, hot liquid that ensured the dull thrum of his heart behind his ribcage, and wanted it from a very specific source. A source of whom he didn’t quite know the previous engagements of, and Nyxus Pavell was nothing if not a well-mannered man. His mother had not raised him – albeit several centuries ago – to steal one away from prior arrangements. Especially if those prior engagements were with someone else. Nyx furrowed his brows as he shut the front door silently behind him and turned the lock. Going to the kitchen to pull out a sealed plastic bag of blood and nuke it for a minute would be the most prudent decision, but he wanted something fresh.

It had, after all, been more than three weeks since his last real meal. He’d only arrived to Oliver and his pretty little lover, Ralia, (whom he was relatively sure disliked him quite a lot more often than not) that morning. They had departed nearly a month earlier while Nyx was back home, attending to, once again, prior engagements. Last minute details, scheduling, redirections, and little things that he seemed to be the only one to think of. Someone had to do it. But the delay meant more to do when he arrived, and he’d only been inside the house long enough to throw his bags down, drain a packet of blood – not even warmed in the microwave – and dart back out. All that signified his presence lay in his bedroom, and he was unsure whether or not Oliver or Ralia had even taken notice, because he hadn’t seen either of them. He suspected they were both still asleep, as he’d arrived in the wee hours of the morning. The only good think about the day was being on the right side of the car again. Americans drove strangely, and he’d never quite gotten used to it.

He paused in the dark living room, head swiveling slowly around to take it in. The only light came from outside – the moon and stars. But that didn’t bother him. His vision was beyond perfect. He had almost come to he conclusion when he heard the soft slosh of water directly overhead, and raised his eyebrows, straining even with his superhuman hearing to figure out just who it was up there. He gave up after a long few moments, resolving to go up. The noise was coming from the bath off of Oliver’s bedroom. But then, maybe he and Ralia had turned a bit more adventurous than he anticipated. The only sound he made was due to the light creak of the wooden steps as he ascended the stairs and slipped quietly into the incubus’ bedroom – adorned in rich tones and eye-catching adornments and not at all the delicious chamber of horrors one might expect from the derisive demon. But he knew all about Oliver’s decorating sense. What surprised Nyx was the lump in the bed that was most certainly not Oliver Beroli. The pink hair that splayed across the pillow belonged to Ralia, and she was sound asleep. Now that he was in the room, Nyx could hear her slow, even breaths – and could see that she still wore some soft cotton nightie in white. The musk of sex was in the air – but hardly strong enough for even him to sense. He smiled wryly, pressing the door shut with the lightest of clicks behind him. Poor Oliver had slipped into the bath, hunger unsated – much like his own. Perhaps gotten the girl just excited enough to allow him to peel off her panties and tease the soft curls between her thighs with his experienced fingers before shying away, blush rising to color her cheeks at her own request. The tentative little “no”.

But Oliver wouldn’t force her.

He sighed, and moved to the door of the bathroom – stopping in his tracks when something stirred at the foot of the bed. He hadn’t even realized the dog in the room – Ralia’s pet. Jake. The mutt bared its teeth and let out a low, deep growl – but a flash of Nyx’s own fangs and rough hiss sent the dog covering his head with his paws, and the vampire resumed his path, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Oliver was slouched down in the deep marble tub, eyes shut. The bathroom was relatively dark, save for the few lit sconces. An effort to keep from waking his lover in the next room, or just an affinity for the romantic lighting, Nyxus couldn’t decide – but he didn’t linger long on the debate. He pushed his long, dark braid over his shoulder so that it fell evenly down his back and moved to slide to his knees at the head of the bath, resting his hands on the shoulders of the other man, lips pressing gently to his ear. It might be best to wait for a proper welcome until they didn’t risk waking the girl in the next room, and while that wouldn’t be easy, he supposed they could manage. What he wanted now was a long, hot drink and the cocoon of his blankets immediately after.

“Am I interrupting a dream?” he murmured, applying a firm pressure to the demon’s shoulders, rolling his thumbs over the upper blade before tracing his lips down his neck. “What are you doing awake this time of night, my pet? Reading my mind and running my bath water?” He was teasing, of course – but as the words passed his lips, he knew he wouldn’t object to a nice, long steam. Maybe with bubbles and bath salts and someone else to wash his thick black tresses.

 

[luvybunny818]

Oliver released a sigh of pure sexual frustration while he descended into the murky depths of the bath he had just drawn. Another rejected attempt at ravishing his beautiful and oh so eatable magenta haired lover had left his nerves shot and body drained of all energy and vitality, exhausted body sinking like lemon jello into the marble tub and seeming to melt metaphorical in disappointment just as the yellow confection would when meeting the hot surface of the water. Amongst the most troublesome of immortal creatures to be, an Incubus was high on ranks. Especially when afore-mentioned creature was seducing a virgin 'mortal' as his mate. However Patience was a virtue and Oliver wouldn't just thrust himself upon the beauty like a desperate, horny school boy needing a quickie before class. Oh no, Ralia meant more to him than that on some emotional level, whether it be love of lust was to soon to say, and if she wasn't ready to submit herself to him fully he would have to wait out this period of starvation. Still it didn't stop the restless need to 'feed' from stirring in his loins with a great fire.

His mind wandered freely back to the previous few hours they had been spending together. How he had managed to coax the stubborn little temptress into his bed with him was nothing short of miraculous, but he was in no mind to waste time on such idle thoughts. She was under him in record time, bits of her clothing peeled away and tossed forgotten to the floor in a handful of liquid movements. His hands, blessed with the centuries old knowledge of pleasuring partners fearlessly explored her body with a certainty unmatched by any mortal man. Oliver had hardly got his lips around the pert bud of her developing breast, or his fingers against her most protected feminine treasure between her legs before Ralia put an unceremonious stop to his administration.
Then after convincing her once again that it was okay that she wasn't ready and rocking the girl back to sleep he had slipped away wearily to the joint bathroom and silently run water to slip his tired body into while dimming the lights, considerate to not wake his love. It was clearly visible that Oliver was starving, his already lanky form looking nearly emaciated, large cerulean eyes sunken and with complimenting dark rings, not the prettiest of pictures. The lack of sexual satisfaction affecting his sleeping, this other only life force. Of course he didn't hold it against Ralia, and he was absolutely against seeking to feed elsewhere knowing it would drive him crazy with rage if Ralia did the same. Well, that wasn't completely true with the one exception of a certain gorgeous vampire.

It was once said that speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, well it seamed that very concept applied quite accordantly to Olivers thoughts. The boy was so tired his eyes were dropping, the water threatening to drown him were he to slip under in his exhaustion, he was completely oblivious to even Nyx's entrance. The silent viper making not so much as a sound against the tiled floor of the bathroom. It wasn't until he felt the gentle pressure on his shoulder blades that he released a startled gasp, only calming when an angels voice drifted upon his ears, making The incubus feel like an idiot for splashing about in his alarm. Especially since it wasn't like him to leave himself so unguarded and vulnerable, he didn't want Nyx to worry over him neglecting his health while he was away.

He reclined into the sensitive touch with an audible purr of pleasure. He had no idea Nyx was returning today and couldn't be more elated with the surprise. In honesty he detested when Nyx would leave on missions, it was as if the vampire was taking a piece of himself away on the trip. All his feelings of longing returned in the gentle kisses Nyx was trailing across his neck and ear, making him squirm weakly in a very unmanly way. He knew Ralia certainly wasn't pleased with the love affair between the two men but Oliver couldn't bring himself to make a decision between the two, it would tear him apart to be given an ultimatum.

"I would say it a trick of the eyes, but it just might be a dream with you actually here for once. Perhaps I'm awake because I toss and turn at night with you not beside me" Oliver teased sourly. Turning a perfect 180 degrees to face the handsome man with a sleepy smile, but a mischievous and hungry dance in his eyes. He rose from the water just enough to lean against the other male, the action exposing his wet torso, which while once ripe with lean muscle had deteriorated to reveal prominent hip bones and ribs.
Oliver placed his gentle lips against the hallow of the mans throat before meeting him at eye level to engage him in a heated and passionate kiss, his tongue lashing against nyxs lips, begging for entrance.
"Ive missed you" He whispered huskily after breaking the lip-lock, his hands having found either side of Nyx's head in the embrace, working the thick ebony hair from its braided confines so Oliver could freely run his fingers through it.

 

[lemondrop_gag]

The wry smile of amusement on Nyx’s lips at Oliver’s response faded whenever the demon turned fully to face him. No amount of wasting away could unsettle his handsome features, but he was sunken in, dark and hollow and exhausted looking. The sight of it turned the vampire’s lips down in concern. “You poor love,” he murmured, lifting a hand to run through Oliver’s light hair as soft, knowing lips were placed against his own throat. His resolve – or what little he had left – to mind his manners with his lover’s would-be lover in the next room shattering as he parted his lips to allow Oliver’s sanctuary, using his strength to his advantage over the weakened incubus. It was all he could do not to follow Oliver’s mouth as he pulled away, seeking more.

“I see that,” he responded, leaning his head into the exploring touches. His own hands had dropped, surveying the damage wrought in his absence. His long fingers traced familiarly over each rib, counting them as he went, and continuing down to his jutting hip bones before tracing his fingertips over the inner curve of his pelvic bone. “I should be ashamed of myself for leaving you here alone with her,” he muttered, only a hint of annoyance evident as he tore his gaze from the cool cerulean eyes of the other man to trail kisses down his chest. He was angry with himself for not being able to stay, but even more frustrated with Ralia. She might has well be a sodding nun, for all the good she was to Oliver. But the demon was slowly but surely falling in love with the girl. Smitten. And it was doing him no favors.

“She’s eating you up,” he mumbled as his lips brushed over his navel, edging ever slowly downward. He’d already managed to slip out of his shirt, breaking several unimportant buttons in the process, so the garment lay where it was strewn on the floor. His pants were a whole other matter that he hadn’t the patience for. His concerns were only for Oliver, and what his poor neglected lover currently needed. “Come here,” Nyx ordered, unsure if he was taking hold of his hypnotism to lord over the man or not as he lifted one of his knees to the edge of the marble bath.

He traced the tip of his tongue over the demon’s length, stopping to envelop only his head between his lips and twirl his experienced tongue around the tip. His first favor of the night, as he had much more planned – if Oliver didn’t take control first. Which, one his initial need was sated, was all too likely. Nyxus would surely be exhausted before morning. He raised his dark blue eyes to catch Oliver’s through his lashes, and slid forward to take him up to the hilt. Had he not learned long ago exactly which way to tilt his head to take him more deeply, the vampire may have gagged. The warm swathe lasted only a moment though, as he pulled back, paused to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of his cock – just deep enough to draw a thin but steady trickle of blood from the now engorged appendage, and slipped down over him again, beginning a steady rhythm. Sucking and swallowing all liquid that trickled to his tongue. One hand remained firmly on the demon’s bottom, nails beginning to dig while the other reached up to his sac. This touch was far gentler, fondling each side gently between thumb and forefinger while he used his long middle finger to lightly stroke the tender skin behind. His little pink haired lover couldn’t do this, he thought with a moan of satisfaction, allowing his eyes for fall shut and his thoughts to return to all of the other naughty things he could do with Oliver at his mercy.

 

[luvybunny818]

“Be nice Nyx, you know it isn't her fault and It isn't your fault either. I'd waste away before I touched someone besides you or Ralia. If you must blame someone, blame me”
Oliver could hardly stand against Nyx's knowing caress, wishing now that he could sink below the water and hide amoungst the thick camaflauge of bubbles, but unfortunately the vampire had already taken disdainful notice of his body. The last thing Oliver wished was to stir a quirl between the two of his lovers. More so because the situation was more intricate than Nyx was probubly assuming, and being the big egoed oaf that Oliver was he had a tough time admiting when things were partialy if not entirely his fault. How was he supposed to tell Nyx that he was equally as big a part of his starvation as Ralia was, that in all unlikelyhood the demon with an unsatiable need for sex had become in turn a prude. Giving himself somewhat of abstract, self imposed eating disorder.
It would be difficult if not impossible for him to admit his emotions aloud. To physically say that he was ashamed of the demon he was, that he needed sex at least once every other day to survive and sustain a healthy existence in this world. He didn't want what was between ralia and him to be compramised by his needs. It had always been that way for centuries, lovers would come but they would always leave. It all eventually boiled down to them being unable to meet his needs, assuming all he was after from them was intercourse and no emotional bond could be formed. He wouldn't lose Ralia like that.
Not to mention the complication of taking a human concubine, it would eventually begin to wear on their health and deteriorat it. In the most extream situations the human would die. Of course he had equal worries of his sweet Nyx leaving him, he loved the vampire (well as much as Olivers emotionally challanged self would let him admit) but the risks were not the same. He could not hurt him as he could Ralia, and there seemed to be a certain mutual understanding between the two imortals. They both had certain specific needs to be satisfied, Nyx's for blood and Olivers for intimate situations, both things that they were capable of helping eachother with. Especially since the incubus had a certain fetish for being bitten, nothing quite so erotic to him as having his blood drained.

When Nyx coaxed him forward he had no choice but to oblidge, one look in those eyes and his body was moving of its own accord. His legs wading through the water to the edge of the tub where nyx wanted him, revealing the rest of his stark naked body in the process, and let me tell you, the drippin wet apendage dangling semi hard between his tighs was nothing to scoff at. It wasn't something the male liked to gloat about, it was just what came with the territory of being born an incubus. Just as humming birds were born with long beaks to aquire nectar, Oliver was born with the proper equipment to aquire what he needed.
“You know, it isn't fair when you do that to me Nyxus. I can play dirty too”
Oliver scolded, refering to the vampires use of manipultion and hypnosis. Though there wasn't a trace of anger in his voice, even less so now that Nyx was lowering his hot wet mouth down his abes and around the helmet like head of his member. An audable hiss of extasy escaping his parted lips at the suction on his most sensitive region. God how he had missed this.

His hands immeditaly went to either side of the vampires head, fingers knotting themselves in the long tresses, but gently enough not to pluck a single strand of the ebony waterfall. It was so strange, Oliver was never usually submissive enough to allow Nyx to take controle, but as his head lulled back and deep throated groan escaped him he realized he didn't currently have the strength to reverse the roles. Nyx knew that, and he was taking advantage of it whilst he could.
Unbeknownst to the viper he was surely unleashing the hungry beast dwelling inside Oliver, one which had been pacing the confines of its cage for days now, awaiting its release.
“Nnnnaahhhh, Nyyx”
He growled, bucking his hips wildly into the boys mouth while holding his head still, taking no heed to if he were gaging on it. Having Nyx slice and start drinking from his engored cock set him over the edge, and with the the sweet necatar of his blood the vampire received a good swallow of incubuses cum. Two substances with the designed chemical balance to arouse the partner.

Eyes glazed and feeling more revitalized than ever Oliver decided to make this his game again. With little warning he gripped Nyxus by the hips, shoving him against the nearest wall so his stomach was flat against the tiles and in the process quite literally ripping away his pants and what undergarments may have been beneath them. Oliver then moved in, his chest flush against the gorgeous imortals back and his erection rubbing against his naked ass. His hands grabbing both of Nyx's and pinning them far above his head.
“Now the question is, do I take you to bed. Or do I fuck you here...against this wall”
Oliver hissed into his ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth and giving it a slight tug. This might not have been a side that Nyx lay witness to often. Oliver so rough, so raw. It didn't seem it was going away very soon, not until the beast was satisfied.