Title: Territory
Genre: vampires, slash
Rating: K-18/NC-17
Warnings: vampiric smut
I sensed him as I laid the pretty young woman on the ground. She wasn’t dead since I tried not to kill my victims but she would be dead if she wouldn’t get to hospital soon. Normally I would have dropped the victim somewhere public but now I left here there, lying on the ground, her pale skin a striking contrast to the dark ground beneath her. She had tasted good, like a glass of excellent wine, and she had been worthy of a trip to one of humans' night clubs. I gave her cheek one last pat and stood up. I sniffed the air, making sure I wasn’t mistaken. Her blood boiled in my veins as I narrowed my eyes and growled low.
Someone was on my territory.
I moved fast, running through the mortals before they could see or sense me. Maybe they felt something pass them, maybe they blinked their eyes but their minds told them no one had moved past them, no one had touched them. The sweet scent of perfumes, added to the men's musk and beneath them the boiling feelings, love, hate, lust, rage. Often I liked to walk among the mortals, controlling my urge to feed and just enjoying the scent of their lives. Enjoying the things which made them mortals.
As I run I tried to surpass my growls, the voice rumbling somewhere in my chest and I tried to move quickly to where the other vampire was feeding on my ground, on my territory. I would not tolerate it. No one fed on my grounds unless they were challenging me to a fight over it. I would gladly kill the foolish young vampire for he was out of his league, thinking he would be able to beat me.
The moon shone brightly above me and once I didn’t stay on my feet marvelling the sight how the city looked under the moon and the thousands lights glittering in the night. Mortals’ blood called to me – called me to feed. Every human would gladly give their blood for me. They wouldn’t know about it and later they would only remember having the greatest sex in their lives. They gave me and I would give them something back. Sometimes I left them to their beau's, let the ladies enjoy how their loved one's took care of them when they were feeling dizzy caused by the loss of blood.
As I neared the vampire I couldn’t any more hold down my growls. I knew he sensed me like I sensed him. He knew he was feeding on someone else’s territory and he knew I was much older than he was. More experienced, stronger and yet he didn’t flee. I smelled the fresh blood – he had just now stopped feeding but he was holding the body close to his and had turned his head towards me as I appeared on the alley.
He was younger than I but he wasn’t a fledgling. I growled at him when he appeared way too calm, watching me with eyes that were still glowing red. His canines were gleaming with blood and his lips were red because of it. He stared me but he wasn’t challenging me, more like eyeing me like I was some delicious prey. My growls got louder, making my statement clear. I wanted him out of my territory and he should already be going since he wasn’t here to fight over my part of the city.
He licked his lips, slow smile forming on his lips and he dropped the carcass – the dead young man – on the ground and at once I could sense his arousal, his desire. There was lust in the air as well as the smell of blood. I growled but this time it wasn’t entirely to chase him away. His smile widened a bit as he turned so I could see him from the front.
He slowly unbuttoned his black jacket, letting it drop on the ground like he couldn’t care less if it got dirty. He didn't have a shirt on and his chest was pale, his nipples standing out against the paleness and he dragged his hand across his chest. I saw his abdomen’s muscles jump as he caressed his skin and he threw his head back a little, still staring me heavy lidded, the black in his eyes was almost covered by the red Almost painfully slowly he let his fingers caress his skin all the while he was making his way towards his slacks which didn't hide his hard dick. He squeezed his dick through the slacks, moaning in a frustrated way which made clear he wished to do more but wanted to tease himself as much as me.
The scent made desire flow through me, made the girl’s blood run even faster but I didn’t move from my spot. I didn’t do anything except I watched him to unbutton his slacks and how he gripped his dick in his hand and groaned. I growled, urging him to go faster or do something else but he didn’t. He pushed his slacks on the ground; completely ease with his nudity and the smell of lust was even stronger than before. I realised I had growled some time for now without pauses and his smile was definitely too smug but he was careful not to seem challenging.
He moved his fingers alongside his dick carefully as his nails were sharp and he moaned again, twisting his hips just so. I saw his tongue lick his lips, cleaning the man’s blood from his lips. His free hand moved on his chest, twisting his nipples, twirling them between his fingers. He took few steps backwards, resting himself against the wall and he moved his hips forward. If vampires would have been able to sweat he would've been covered by it and I could only imagine how his skin would have been glistening under the moon. There were moments when I wished I had stayed human but regretting didn't help anything. I had made my choice long time ago.
He made a noise between moan and growl, sensing I had gotten lost in my thoughts and immediately I looked at him, his feral grin as he licked his lips sensually with his tongue, his fingers that were dancing on his skin, his other hand caressing his dick. He stopped moving, making me growl and his hips jerked but still he raised his hand from his dick to his mouth, taking one finger in his mouth. He sucked, all the while staring me in the eyes, daring me to come closer and then he grinned wickedly and with a small growl bit his finger.
The scent of his blood hit me with a force alongside his challenging growl, and before I had fully registered the move I had already pinned him against the wall, taken the finger inside my mouth, tasting his blood. He groaned, I growled. His blood tasted elixir, it tasted better than the woman's blood, it tasted better than the humans' blood. I wanted to devour him, I wanted to fuck him and I wanted to kill him for entering in my territory.
I'm sure he knew what went on my mind. He pushed his body closer to mine. He brought his head closer, nipped my lip and stopped me from biting his finger off in lust. I let him have his wish and he kissed me, making me notice for the first time we were equal in height I let him control the kiss but made clear I was in lead. Pushing him against the wall, grinding my hips against his and letting my hands feel his cool skin.
Our kiss became more aggressive as we tasted blood on each others lips. I had to admit I wasn't sure when he had bitten my lip or when I had bitten his. He thrust his hips against mine, his bare dick sliding along my clothes and he moaned in my mouth and he tried to get his hands under my shirt, laughing breathlessly when he didn't succeed but then his hands were on my skin and I had my mouth on his neck, taking deep breaths to smell his skin, his desire and the blood that flowed in his veins. Badly I wanted to kill him and drink his blood but too much other vampire's blood killed us and that thought alone held my lust in check.
His nails drew blood, my shirt dropped on the ground and I felt his grin against my neck as he started to get off my pants. He made almost accidental gesture by groping me but I knew it was anything but accidental. This time I moaned. He pushed one hand inside my pants, squeezing my leaking dick and I heard him take a deep breath like he was enjoying our scent together as much as I was.
He got rest of my clothes off rather easily and we were naked against each other and though we vampires had cool skin, his skin felt hot, almost as he was running high fever and I wondered if my own skin felt as hot. The night didn't bother us, the alley was in the part of town where few humans' travelled when the moon was high and the body on the ground was already loosing it's warmth but the scent of the blood made us mad with desire.
My hand moved on his chest, caressing the nipples and enjoying his shivers as he groaned, throwing his head back and grinding his hips against mine and I answered to the move. We both groaned as our dicks touched but my groan was more like a growl and his was, too, but I was too lost in the haze of lust and blood to care. If anything his growls only made my growls louder.
I didn't realise what had happened before it had happened. The move made me snarl at him as a warning but he didn't listen, didn't care. He was grinning; I sensed it though I couldn't see it as he had pushed me against the wall, my chest against the tiles. I snarled again and we both knew I could have easily freed myself from his grasp and snap his neck before he could do anything to stop it. But for some reason I didn't do it.
He licked and nipped my back, not taking his time to shove one finger inside me. If I had been a mortal I wouldn't have had chances on surviving. His nails were sharp but my body healed itself as soon as it got scratches. I groaned. It had been a long time since I had been the bottom and my senses were yelling me to defend myself, to prove the stranger I was the owner of this area, to prove I was stronger than him. I couldn't stop myself from growling but he didn't answer to it and later I wondered how much will power it took. Instead he thrust a second finger inside me, stretching and I felt his canines around my neck but he didn't bite. How unfair that he was in a position to bite me and all I had was the prick wall. He laughed low and he grind his hips, letting me feel his dick between my buttocks before he pushed inside me, making us both groan.
Smell of blood and lust made my head spin. My nails dragged against the tiles, the sound being harsh in my ears, and I pushed back against his thrust. I didn't mind the pain his hard thrusts caused. But I did mind when he suddenly stopped, breathing fast, and pulled out. I growled, moving until we were facing each other. His eyes were dark, glowing red and I knew my eyes were the same.
He lifted me up, pushing inside me again and I bit his neck, letting the blood flow in my mouth and he bit me on my neck. I had circled my legs about his hips and his hand had gripped my dick and I came hard, muffling my growls against his neck. After a few hard thrusts later he pushed in as deep as he could, snarling against my neck and then he was pulsing inside me, coming, and I groaned aloud and he threw his head back and literally howled to the moon.
We stayed there for awhile, letting ourselves calm before I growled warningly and this time he listened, separating himself from me, picking his clothes on the ground and we dressed ourselves. Already my protective instincts were coming back, I tried to stop but still he heard my low growls which warned him being on my territory and I didn't take my eyes off him, watching him carefully so he wouldn't be able to surprise me by some attack. He took his time dressing, watching me from the corner of his eye.
“I'll go”, he spoke for the first time, familiar grin on his lips as he pulled his jacket on. “But I'll be back, elder.” Then he mockery bowed to me and I snarled and he was gone. Only the body on the ground and the smells on the air, already fading, stayed. I stood there awhile, feeling uneasy with the scent of the other vampire around me. I took a deep breath, letting a small growl, and left the place.
bouncyGenre: vampires, slash
Rating: K-18/NC-17
Warnings: vampiric smut
I sensed him as I laid the pretty young woman on the ground. She wasn’t dead since I tried not to kill my victims but she would be dead if she wouldn’t get to hospital soon. Normally I would have dropped the victim somewhere public but now I left here there, lying on the ground, her pale skin a striking contrast to the dark ground beneath her. She had tasted good, like a glass of excellent wine, and she had been worthy of a trip to one of humans' night clubs. I gave her cheek one last pat and stood up. I sniffed the air, making sure I wasn’t mistaken. Her blood boiled in my veins as I narrowed my eyes and growled low.
Someone was on my territory.
I moved fast, running through the mortals before they could see or sense me. Maybe they felt something pass them, maybe they blinked their eyes but their minds told them no one had moved past them, no one had touched them. The sweet scent of perfumes, added to the men's musk and beneath them the boiling feelings, love, hate, lust, rage. Often I liked to walk among the mortals, controlling my urge to feed and just enjoying the scent of their lives. Enjoying the things which made them mortals.
As I run I tried to surpass my growls, the voice rumbling somewhere in my chest and I tried to move quickly to where the other vampire was feeding on my ground, on my territory. I would not tolerate it. No one fed on my grounds unless they were challenging me to a fight over it. I would gladly kill the foolish young vampire for he was out of his league, thinking he would be able to beat me.
The moon shone brightly above me and once I didn’t stay on my feet marvelling the sight how the city looked under the moon and the thousands lights glittering in the night. Mortals’ blood called to me – called me to feed. Every human would gladly give their blood for me. They wouldn’t know about it and later they would only remember having the greatest sex in their lives. They gave me and I would give them something back. Sometimes I left them to their beau's, let the ladies enjoy how their loved one's took care of them when they were feeling dizzy caused by the loss of blood.
As I neared the vampire I couldn’t any more hold down my growls. I knew he sensed me like I sensed him. He knew he was feeding on someone else’s territory and he knew I was much older than he was. More experienced, stronger and yet he didn’t flee. I smelled the fresh blood – he had just now stopped feeding but he was holding the body close to his and had turned his head towards me as I appeared on the alley.
He was younger than I but he wasn’t a fledgling. I growled at him when he appeared way too calm, watching me with eyes that were still glowing red. His canines were gleaming with blood and his lips were red because of it. He stared me but he wasn’t challenging me, more like eyeing me like I was some delicious prey. My growls got louder, making my statement clear. I wanted him out of my territory and he should already be going since he wasn’t here to fight over my part of the city.
He licked his lips, slow smile forming on his lips and he dropped the carcass – the dead young man – on the ground and at once I could sense his arousal, his desire. There was lust in the air as well as the smell of blood. I growled but this time it wasn’t entirely to chase him away. His smile widened a bit as he turned so I could see him from the front.
He slowly unbuttoned his black jacket, letting it drop on the ground like he couldn’t care less if it got dirty. He didn't have a shirt on and his chest was pale, his nipples standing out against the paleness and he dragged his hand across his chest. I saw his abdomen’s muscles jump as he caressed his skin and he threw his head back a little, still staring me heavy lidded, the black in his eyes was almost covered by the red Almost painfully slowly he let his fingers caress his skin all the while he was making his way towards his slacks which didn't hide his hard dick. He squeezed his dick through the slacks, moaning in a frustrated way which made clear he wished to do more but wanted to tease himself as much as me.
The scent made desire flow through me, made the girl’s blood run even faster but I didn’t move from my spot. I didn’t do anything except I watched him to unbutton his slacks and how he gripped his dick in his hand and groaned. I growled, urging him to go faster or do something else but he didn’t. He pushed his slacks on the ground; completely ease with his nudity and the smell of lust was even stronger than before. I realised I had growled some time for now without pauses and his smile was definitely too smug but he was careful not to seem challenging.
He moved his fingers alongside his dick carefully as his nails were sharp and he moaned again, twisting his hips just so. I saw his tongue lick his lips, cleaning the man’s blood from his lips. His free hand moved on his chest, twisting his nipples, twirling them between his fingers. He took few steps backwards, resting himself against the wall and he moved his hips forward. If vampires would have been able to sweat he would've been covered by it and I could only imagine how his skin would have been glistening under the moon. There were moments when I wished I had stayed human but regretting didn't help anything. I had made my choice long time ago.
He made a noise between moan and growl, sensing I had gotten lost in my thoughts and immediately I looked at him, his feral grin as he licked his lips sensually with his tongue, his fingers that were dancing on his skin, his other hand caressing his dick. He stopped moving, making me growl and his hips jerked but still he raised his hand from his dick to his mouth, taking one finger in his mouth. He sucked, all the while staring me in the eyes, daring me to come closer and then he grinned wickedly and with a small growl bit his finger.
The scent of his blood hit me with a force alongside his challenging growl, and before I had fully registered the move I had already pinned him against the wall, taken the finger inside my mouth, tasting his blood. He groaned, I growled. His blood tasted elixir, it tasted better than the woman's blood, it tasted better than the humans' blood. I wanted to devour him, I wanted to fuck him and I wanted to kill him for entering in my territory.
I'm sure he knew what went on my mind. He pushed his body closer to mine. He brought his head closer, nipped my lip and stopped me from biting his finger off in lust. I let him have his wish and he kissed me, making me notice for the first time we were equal in height I let him control the kiss but made clear I was in lead. Pushing him against the wall, grinding my hips against his and letting my hands feel his cool skin.
Our kiss became more aggressive as we tasted blood on each others lips. I had to admit I wasn't sure when he had bitten my lip or when I had bitten his. He thrust his hips against mine, his bare dick sliding along my clothes and he moaned in my mouth and he tried to get his hands under my shirt, laughing breathlessly when he didn't succeed but then his hands were on my skin and I had my mouth on his neck, taking deep breaths to smell his skin, his desire and the blood that flowed in his veins. Badly I wanted to kill him and drink his blood but too much other vampire's blood killed us and that thought alone held my lust in check.
His nails drew blood, my shirt dropped on the ground and I felt his grin against my neck as he started to get off my pants. He made almost accidental gesture by groping me but I knew it was anything but accidental. This time I moaned. He pushed one hand inside my pants, squeezing my leaking dick and I heard him take a deep breath like he was enjoying our scent together as much as I was.
He got rest of my clothes off rather easily and we were naked against each other and though we vampires had cool skin, his skin felt hot, almost as he was running high fever and I wondered if my own skin felt as hot. The night didn't bother us, the alley was in the part of town where few humans' travelled when the moon was high and the body on the ground was already loosing it's warmth but the scent of the blood made us mad with desire.
My hand moved on his chest, caressing the nipples and enjoying his shivers as he groaned, throwing his head back and grinding his hips against mine and I answered to the move. We both groaned as our dicks touched but my groan was more like a growl and his was, too, but I was too lost in the haze of lust and blood to care. If anything his growls only made my growls louder.
I didn't realise what had happened before it had happened. The move made me snarl at him as a warning but he didn't listen, didn't care. He was grinning; I sensed it though I couldn't see it as he had pushed me against the wall, my chest against the tiles. I snarled again and we both knew I could have easily freed myself from his grasp and snap his neck before he could do anything to stop it. But for some reason I didn't do it.
He licked and nipped my back, not taking his time to shove one finger inside me. If I had been a mortal I wouldn't have had chances on surviving. His nails were sharp but my body healed itself as soon as it got scratches. I groaned. It had been a long time since I had been the bottom and my senses were yelling me to defend myself, to prove the stranger I was the owner of this area, to prove I was stronger than him. I couldn't stop myself from growling but he didn't answer to it and later I wondered how much will power it took. Instead he thrust a second finger inside me, stretching and I felt his canines around my neck but he didn't bite. How unfair that he was in a position to bite me and all I had was the prick wall. He laughed low and he grind his hips, letting me feel his dick between my buttocks before he pushed inside me, making us both groan.
Smell of blood and lust made my head spin. My nails dragged against the tiles, the sound being harsh in my ears, and I pushed back against his thrust. I didn't mind the pain his hard thrusts caused. But I did mind when he suddenly stopped, breathing fast, and pulled out. I growled, moving until we were facing each other. His eyes were dark, glowing red and I knew my eyes were the same.
He lifted me up, pushing inside me again and I bit his neck, letting the blood flow in my mouth and he bit me on my neck. I had circled my legs about his hips and his hand had gripped my dick and I came hard, muffling my growls against his neck. After a few hard thrusts later he pushed in as deep as he could, snarling against my neck and then he was pulsing inside me, coming, and I groaned aloud and he threw his head back and literally howled to the moon.
We stayed there for awhile, letting ourselves calm before I growled warningly and this time he listened, separating himself from me, picking his clothes on the ground and we dressed ourselves. Already my protective instincts were coming back, I tried to stop but still he heard my low growls which warned him being on my territory and I didn't take my eyes off him, watching him carefully so he wouldn't be able to surprise me by some attack. He took his time dressing, watching me from the corner of his eye.
“I'll go”, he spoke for the first time, familiar grin on his lips as he pulled his jacket on. “But I'll be back, elder.” Then he mockery bowed to me and I snarled and he was gone. Only the body on the ground and the smells on the air, already fading, stayed. I stood there awhile, feeling uneasy with the scent of the other vampire around me. I took a deep breath, letting a small growl, and left the place.
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