An Ill Wind

[Existentially Odd]

The vampire felt the mortal\'s signals of compliance, even though his face was mutinous and he certainly looked ready to argue.  He didn\'t turn away though... like a snake, Tom\'s arm struck forth and his large hand encircled the mortal neck, drawing him closer - or stepping into him, he couldn\'t be sure and certainly didn\'t give a fuck.  He leaned down and pressed his nose against the beating pulse at Reed\'s throat, eyes falling closed temporarily.

"Correction," he purred, lips drawing back so that teeth could scrape lightly against flesh.  His fingers clenched gently, his body looming, knowing he could snap the man\'s throat if he wished, but understanding on a very primal level that it would defeat every purpose he was conjuring.  It was enough to know what he held in his grasp (literally and figuratively).  "I\'m not horny, I\'m hungry," he growled, even though he knew he was both.

Without any further ado, he wrapped his free arm about Reed\'s waist and hefted him, walking him into the free room beside the one occupied by the trio he\'d last watched.  He pulled his face away and opened his eyes only long enough to gauge that there was a soft and welcoming couch within the space, then he deposited Reed on it.  He wasn\'t careful but his aim was true; he followed the mortal down, leaning close, one of his knees pressed into the soft cushion beside Reed to hold him in his hovering and dominant position, the other... splayed, sort of between Reed\'s.  Tom\'s face went straight back to where it\'d been.  The jugular was not what he wanted, though... he didn\'t want it to go fast, since there would be no fuck afterwards.  He needed to make the bleeding slow and satisfying... he needed a smaller vein.  He began nosing his way down Reed\'s body.

[Trillian]

Reed felt the hand on his throat and Tom\'s engulfing presence before he even had time to draw a new breath.  Startled, he cursed, tensing as Tom pressed his face against Reed\'s neck.  Here?  He could almost feel the pang of pain as his flesh was punctured, but Tom\'s voice murmurmed against his skin instead, sending a shiver coursing down his spine.
 
The prick!  Reed was mad as hell but couldn\'t do squat.  A hand had somehow grabbed onto Tom\'s jacket, clenched fist pulling at material, almost ripping stitches for the force Reed was trying to get Tom off him.  Being attracted to your buddy and in a prone position was one thing, having the guy\'s hand clamped like a metal vice around your throat was another.  He was about to voice a protest when Tom\'s next few words dried up his voice and caused his heart to leap.
 
Hungry.
 
Reed had seen bloodlust in Tom\'s eyes before but this was volatile.  Initially the feedings had been tentative, changing quality only after Reed admitted to Tom he was gay.  Then things had twisted slightly, getting rougher and kinkier.  Reed always swore and argued about it after the fact, but couldn\'t deny that during he was \'Tom\'s bitch\' as the other had commented once.  He hated that most of all, the callous remarks that made him feel used and the fact that it didn\'t stop him from giving into the other each and every time.
 
Being picked up and carried like a child was too much for Reed to bear.  This time he had the ability to writhe in Tom\'s grasp (for all the limited good it did him at least he felt like he wasn\'t just surrendering himself), and seethe at him, growling out a single insult with many more to come, but not given enough time because he was dumped onto a couch.
 
"Fuck you," he managed, but without any real gusto as Tom came in for his neck.  Despite his earlier attempts to remove himself from Tom\'s grasp and the fact he didn\'t wish to surrender, he moved his head only slightly but enough to give Tom easier access to his neck.  A racing pulse and an adrenalin rush indicated his desire for this moment, and God how he hated Tom for instilling this in him, only to make fun of him afterward.
 
Expecting pain once again, he was surprised and a little confused as Tom worked his way downward, nuzzling at him.  Reed didn\'t struggle despite wanting to, because he wanted this more.  Glaring at the top of Tom\'s head he didn\'t have the heart to push the vampire away, not when it looked so much like...
 
He doesn\'t even touch you, he certainly wouldn\'t suck you
 
Well, not like that.  Reed remained as he was however, angry but compliant, submissive without being demure.  Lips parting to say something, probably even demand something, halted on drawn breath that was held.  Oh... God, where was Tom going to drink from him?  Swallowing and waiting for a better time to speak, he remained silent, and watchful.

[Existentially Odd]

The smell of others that had been here before them and done much the same things as they were about to do - more, really - was like... an aphrodisiac to his senses.  He didn\'t know why it wasn\'t off-putting - considering the deeply embedded aromas that arose every time he shifted on the couch - but he didn\'t bother questioning it.  It made Reed different in scent and in appeal, though there should have been no such changes.  He wondered if the club was bewitched or whether it was just him; finding out that there was a place such as this in a city with so many supernaturals it had a ruling council to control them, obviously did good things for him.

His hands moved on and around Reed, sculpting his shoulders and torso, plucking at his tight T-shirt and jeans fussily, his eyes closed again as his face glided over it all, seeking, inferring he might open or untuck but... not doing anything of the sort.  Eventually, he braced his hands on the mortal\'s thighs, using them to push himself off and sit beside, his right leg tucked between them, knee nudging hard into thigh.  As he moved, he took one of his friend\'s hands, grasping it in both of his and bringing it to his lips.  He opened his eyes then, grinning triumphantly as he toyed with the fingers, smiling over them into the brown eyes staring fixedly back at him.

"This will be slow," he warned, not bothering to say that a place as tender as a wrist might also ache from being bitten into.  He wasn\'t intending to be rough, or to stop Reed from doing anything he wanted with his other hand.  He only wanted the one.  Normally, he liked to pin them both and heighten the frustration but Risk caused him to want to... take a risk, as it were.  It was a twist in the game anyway; after being trained not to touch himself while being fed from, would Reed act or not?

The vampire flipped the hand over, eyeing the vulnerable palm and blue-tinged wrist desirously.  He teased himself a little... his mouth straying to where he wasn\'t looking, engulfing two fingers and sucking in time to the pulse that he throbbed to, wanting to see if it would have any effect at all, whether Reed would squirm - or punch him.  With a free hand, he could do either and it was precisely that prospect which raised the anticipation stakes.  His tongue darted in and about the warm fingers - already exuding the taste of alcohol due to the sweat Reed had worked up while dancing - then the muscle flattened as he concentrated on increasing the suction.  He moved the fingers in and out of his mouth too... watching intently for his reaction.

[Trillian]

As Tom\'s hands wandered flittingly over Reed, curving over muscle and causing his skin to break into gooseflesh each time the touch passed over, Reed found himself both hating and desiring his companion.  The asshole.  He resented the fact Tom played him, annoyed that the other could bring up these primal urges with a few simple teases and then laugh at him afterward.  It didn\'t hurt him emotionally, simply pissed him off, which was perhaps why Tom did it so often - to see how far he could push his friend.
 
As his hand was lifted, Reed watched Tom intently, promised that this would be lasting and giving a blank expression in return.  He didn\'t really know what to make of this event.  Swallowing, he waited for the bite, unable to hold back a sigh when his fingers were suckled on.
 
"You\'re a prick," he whispered, but didn\'t pull away.  Tom\'s tongue on his fingers felt good and he wanted it.  He hated himself for wanting it but didn\'t care because he wanted it anyway.  Tom would no doubt hold it over his head later but this was good right now.  A few comments here and there didn\'t seem so bad as his mind transposed the finger sucking onto somewhere a little more sensitive.  Twitching within his jeans, his free hand clasped into a loose fist but didn\'t travel to where he wanted it.  Trained indeed.

[Existentially Odd]

Chuckling, the vampire pulled away, pleased to see that he was having an effect.  So easily, too.  "Yeah," he agreed, "but you taste good enough to eat," he murmured, pressing his lips to the wrist at last.  Enough of teasing... he pressed his tongue to the area, feeling the pulse travel into his mouth by transference, liking the tiny tickle of the blood pumping, flickering lightly through the muscle.  His eyes closed and he growled low in his throat as he scraped the tips of his fangs about, searching for just the right spot to pierce.

When he found it, he bit gently - more gently than he usually did, for this was a feeding instigated solely for the purpose of pleasure.  Whenever he pleasure fed, it was slow (and with a woman).  Reed had only ever been a necessity feed \'til now; an option taken when he was becoming weakened by constant physical exertion and they were in places so remote that there were no other choices for sating his thirst.  As much as Tom had claimed hunger now, every other time with his mortal companion truly had been.  Tonight... he\'d had some good blood already and it was the atmosphere that made him want.  He drank not because he needed, but because he desired.

This became a very obvious thing once Reed\'s skin was punctured and Tom settled back with the wrist in his mouth.  The seat did its job - supporting his tall body as he sprawled languorously - and everything ground to a sweet, delicious halt in his mind.  His lips and tongue played around the warm flesh, lapping at the little spurts as they flared to the beat of Reed\'s heart, swallowing with guttural purrs of satisfaction, lips making love to his wrist.  His long fingers stroked up to Reed\'s inner elbow and back, squeezing occasionally to alter the flow of what he imbibed.  Mostly, he didn\'t suck; he just allowed the blood to enter him and trickle down his throat to quench the private, lusting part of him that it served.

[Trillian]

Reed muttered something unintelligible in response to the \'good enough to eat\' comment.  He prepared himself for Tom\'s next action - which came predictably soon.
 
When the bite did come, it hurt.  It seemed to be a lot more sensitive at his wrist than either his neck or thigh, which surprised him.  Pain shot up his arm as though somebody had skewered him. Reed-kebab.
 
Releasing a controlled breath of held in air, he didn\'t want to flinch as those fangs bit further in.  Teeth grit as he withstood the strangely sharp pain that wasn\'t quite as sexual as the others but somehow more intimate because of the way Tom was behaving.  Gently, his wrist was plundered.  Considering the last time he\'d been fed from - without forewarned consent and pinned from behind, this was a rather obvious difference.
 
He blinked a lazy blink and the fingers of his bitten wrist twitched.  The pain was merely a throbbing now, numb and conservative.  As Tom\'s fingers travelled to his sensitive inner elbow, Reed made a fist and opened it again, enhancing the blood flow out of his wrist.
 
His free hand did the same, making loose fists and releasing.  Reed looked either half-bored or half-drunk, by the expression on his face as he watched Tom drink from him.  He felt strangely detached from this scene, as though he was behind a camera filming someone else\'s wrist.  Or maybe watching a television scene where the cameraman was offering his blood to placate the vampire he was interviewing.
 
"You\'re no Brad," he said, watching Tom avidly.  He was more like Tom\'s character, he supposed, Lister or Luther or something along those lines.  Hadn\'t Cruise played the asshole vampire?  He\'d watched it so long ago and it hadn\'t really been something he found interesting.  The real version was much more fascinating.

[Existentially Odd]

The vampire was confused enough by this statement to pause in his drinking and open his eyes.  Bright blue orbs stared Reed down, wondering if it was worth asking what the fuck he was on about, as his tongue held the blood flow at bay.  Breaking the feeding now seemed... sacrilegious.  He was already approaching too full and hadn\'t taken half a litre (he guessed) out of his trickling supply, it didn\'t seem worth questioning who Brad was and why he wasn\'t one, just then.

He grunted and lifted his tongue, greedily drinking down what had pooled beneath.  He wanted to suck now; the want for it was growing exponentially while the capacity to take diminished.  His gaze wandered, looking for a distraction that would quell the desire and was drawn to Reed\'s crotch.  He was curious as to whether the feeding was having its usual effect, wondering if Reed even wanted to touch himself... or if he\'d merely wait until it was over, like the good boy he\'d been trained to be.  He pondered whether he could ever find it in himself to tap a cock vein and drink... but he doubted it highly.  It might be something to consider if Reed managed to best him on the next hot air balloon bungee jump, though (like he had last time).  Would it hurt more than it thrilled?  He supposed so.

All too soon, he knew that he\'d had his fill and he bit his own lip, kissing it onto the bite marks so that they healed immediately.  He let Reed\'s hand drop then, all three limbs resting negligently in his semi-engorged lap as he let his head fall to the high-backed cushion.  "Fuck," he breathed, eyelids heavy as he watched the brunette and smelled the history of this little room as it wove around them, men and women and blood and sex.  It was a delightful - if not full-service - way to come down.

[Trillian]

Reed was already annoyed with how things had worked out.  It was one of the most anti-climactic feeding moments he\'d shared with Tom.  The whole wrist thing hadn\'t done anything for him (but the finger sucking had been cool).  It felt like he\'d been told he was about to see a free movie and found out it was a free movie preview instead.
 
Reed was about to say something but decided against it when he realised he was complaining about not getting anything heavier.  At least this time he didn\'t feel drained, though the detachment was still hanging around.  Staring at Tom for a full minute (because the satisfied expression on his face was interesting, if not something he resented), Reed stood up and massaged his wrist before looking to the gossamer curtain.
 
"I\'m getting something else to drink," he declared, though it was going to be something safe - a juice without the alcohol.  He waited a moment for Tom to say something but if nothing was said, he would depart.

[Existentially Odd]

He took a few more moments on his own once Reed was gone, relishing the blood washing through him and wondering if he\'d correctly understood that his friend wasn\'t all that pleased with what he\'d got from the feeding.  No doubt there\'d be the accusing looks and the \'used\' air if he followed immediately - another reason to hang back.

After he\'d estimated that the mortal had reached the bar and got himself a drink, though, he got up and headed after him.  He felt great; the urge to climb something incredibly high and jump off it was filtering in with the renewed life source and Reed was just the guy to share such feelings with.

Apparently the crowd had increased again while they\'d been... busy... for Reed was only just receiving his glass when Tom arrived at his side.  "Want to go find something to jump off?" he grinned, eyes shining with the thrill of the fresh feed in him.  It was as close to \'thank you\' as he was likely to give.

[Trillian]

Reed turned as Tom spoke, a crooked grin of a more cheery disposition sunning his expression.
 
"Damn straight," he agreed, and lifted his glass in a salute.