By the Firelight
Spoilers: A passionate yet intimate story of Armand and Marius, sexual situations intended for Mature audiences only. In no way am I trying to infringe upon the rights of the author of the Vampire Chronicles, Anne Rice, whom my heart goes out to in her time of grief. Rest in peace Stan, may flights of angels wing you to your rest.
Characters: Armand and Marius.
Don't ask it just came to me I do not know why my muse has to be so damn kinky, but she is and has flooded my mind with things of this nature lately. Bad muse, very bad! ::laughs::
By the Firelight
Written by Lina
As the firelight played across the lacquered table I sat near, I heard him faintly come close to me. Felt his hand upon my shoulder squeezing gently, wanting. I could smell the cold on him and the blood that rolled through him. I looked up, his hair was still mussed from the wind, his crimson cloak firmly around his shoulders and those smolder blue eyes stared down at me with perfect love.
Rising out of my chair, I stood before him touching his face, my beautiful Marius. He bent his head after gathering me in his arms and covered my face and neck in heated kisses. His once cool lips were warm and hot from the hunt. I pressed myself against him then sighed as I felt the familiar sting of tiny teeth plunging into the thumping artery in my neck. “Yes, divinity and love, all of it yours.” I whispered breathlessly.
I felt him tremble, his fingers lightly pressed against the back of my head and my back, which was arching from the sheer pleasure of feeling my blood being withdrawn.
He pulled away, my blood mingling on his warm lips as he whispered, “Amadeo, my darling. What divinity there is within me comes from you. The warmth of love, beloved of God.” He kissed me then; his warm tongue parted my lips hungrily seeking entrance. I could taste my blood as my tongue slide over and around his passionately. He was mine and I was his. My hands slid down his chest, he shivered, my hand further traveled down he was marvelously hard, as always I wanted him to know the feelings he had brought to me, I needed to make him quicken from my touch.
He trembled and tried to remove my hand but there was no stopping me as I took him into my hand firmly, breaking free of his loving embrace to fall at his feet staring up at him. He gazed down at me breathlessly, my pure as driven snow white lover. Had he any idea how beautiful he truly was? Those startling sky blue eyes. That well proportioned mouth. All of his features were fine and well made.
He let me press my face against him as he had done so often when I was mortal, warm and tender. His entire body shivered delightedly as my cool breath washed over him. He pushed me back gently while removing his cloak with his only free hand. He lay down against me, my left leg gingerly rubbed against him. The heat in my cheeks began to rise as he pulled my shirt open pressing his warm lips to my nipples sensually, sucking and nibbling them. A soft sigh escaped my lips, the tiny hairs on my body rose on end, a tingle pulsed through my body he felt it and held my nipple between his teeth for a moment before he moved back.
Rising he pulled his shirt open and made a deep cut, long across his chest. I sat up as best as I could running my tongue over the wound catching the warm sweet blood in my mouth. The act of sharing blood could be far more intimate than that of a sexual nature, but always with us, it all worked together. Our hands caressed each other softly, our eyes held our hunger and want as our mouths found each other again. Our tongues twined in that perpetual gambit of madness and passion.
I sucked at his slightly pink nipples softly, taking them one by one into my mouth as I listened to him inhale sharply then release it only to grab for another breath. His hands rested on my shoulders holding them firmly as my own slid over the curve of his buttock, gripping it for a moment, which caused a startled moan. His blood filled my mouth still, it tickled my senses. I kissed a trail lightly over his chest until I reached his neck, that blue vein stared at me pumping strong under his skin. I licked over it slowly and he shivered again.
He stiffened as my tiny dagger like teeth penetrated his artery, flooding my mouth with his blood. I took him under me gently, pushing him down to the floor. His hands rested upon my hips his body trembling in the ecstasy I had brought to him now. I took his blood by the mouthful. His back arched pressing his chest against me as his hands caressed my back only to stop upon my backside which he grabbed and it made me moan against his neck. He was mine as I was his moments ago. My body trembled against him as our limbs became tangled in a mass of touches caresses and gentle urgings. A fine blood sweat rose on his skin as it did mine; we locked together in out passionate blood filled embrace. Kissing him tenderly all over his body as he did mine. It sent shocks coursing through my body he had me begging before he nuzzled my sin tenderly as I had done to him much earlier.
His cool breath washed over me causing my head to fall back, my trousers had been long since tugged open then I felt the familiar prick of his fangs within me once more, and this was a new and welcome sensation. Never had we ever gone this far with our lovemaking and that is what it was, even for immortals.
I could only muster the strength to look down at him for a moment before I feel back collapsing under the weight of the new feelings pulsating throughout my body. My hand found his thick blonde hair, which I held tightly. He pulled back licking what small wounds he had made, wishing not to leave one drop behind. With his body pressed to mine he slid along me then rested against me, his hungry mouth finding me once more.
My hands slid to his back, feverishly I shredded his shirt digging my nails into his back, his shoulders shifted and I could feel the hair on his body rise to my new attentions.
Our game of teasing and petting had become something of a fiery passion within a matter of moments, we succumbed to the desires we held in for so long. I rolled him over, my nimble hands unfastening the front of his trousers, time to see if the Master could take in as much pleasure as I had moments prior. He liked being in control so often but now it was my turn and as he tried to remove my hands I forced his away, sliding down against him. My face buried for a moment against his tenderness, he gasped sharply as he felt the sting of my fangs within him.
He started to rise but fell back in utter rapture; my mouth filled with his blood one more the sweet symphony again. His hand rested atop my head before he took into it a mass of auburn curls. “Amadeo.” I heard him call with ragged breath. I did not stop I wanted him to writhe beneath my tender affections, to call for me again. To know the pure bliss I felt under his learned touch. Only he could make my body rise and fall and he did it utterly for my pleasure. Now I did the same to him, it was my want and desires to make him feel as I did. To know such splendid love as this, that I could bring.
I could still taste him and feel his cooling breath upon my body and I shivered, he pulled me closer holding me against him. His chest felt marvelously hard against mine. I drank of him long and he let me take what I wanted. But I was not a greedy child I had shared and would again as I brought my blood filled mouth to his letting it pass to him, our tongues once more sought out the darkest recses of our mouths. Tangled and sweating we lay against each other.
Long after we stopped our kisses and touches, we lay together under his crimson cloak, together, breathless. It was our moment, our time and in that he gave himself to me again as he had so many centuries ago. He stroked my hair softly as I dragged my fingers lightly over his well-muscled arm. We could never have Venice again, no matter how often I silently wished for it. We did not need it; our passion could strike no matter where we were. And as I looked into those brilliantly, burning eyes that beheld me with love I brought my lips to his and our game began again by the firelight.