The Lapdance of Luxury

[Trillian]

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ben was the proud owner of a hot, writhing, sexual mess. Fingers still trapped inside Harm and being ground against, his other hand had quickly moved to press Harm's upper body the fuck down. He drank one more mouthful and then healed the wounds, hastily withdrawing fingers and positioning himself into place. He entered Harm's body a little more quickly than he would've ordinarily, usually giving his partner time to adjust to his cock, but Harm was pushing back on him, and his hand was blocked from taking care of himself.

Ugh, this was the wrong position for the intensity of Harm's reaction. Ben scooped him up and swivelled them around so that Harm's shoulders were now up against the wall of the bed and he could be more active. Ben pumped into him while Harm pushed back, and Ben could feel that the angle was super-fucking-amazing. With each shift of Harm's legs it brought new sensations and ripples of pleasure as muscles clenched and held onto Ben's cock inside. He thrust hard and fast, spurred on by Harm's yells and scratches and clings and movement. With a hand on the wall and the other pumping Harm's dick, he doubted either of them were going to last long because it was exceptionally intense, but he didn't think Harm would care. As long as they both arrived at their peak he could call it good.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm had never been known to be a particularly rough lover, he was generally submissive to a fault. Apparently, the many nights of getting worked up next to Luke but never quite getting the treatment he desired had fuelled an oasis of need inside him so potent he was out of control. Or maybe it was the vampire's bite and some strange chemical reaction exploding in his body. Either way, Harm relished what Ben aroused in him.

With his shoulders anchored against the soft headboard of the bed and Ben pumping into him, he was pretty secure in taking his pleasure in a way he never had. He tried bracing his feet flat on the mattress and squatting onto Ben but he kept fucking up the rhythm and every dissonant stroke pissed him off with such force that it was an instant backlash inside him. He wrapped his legs around Ben's waist instead, stretching his arms along the top of the headboard to better brace him and arched his body into Ben's.

It was fucking sublime. Harm's head fell backwards and occasionally bumped against the wall but he didn't notice. His every atom was centred on the gathering storm below his waist. He squeezed and clenched his ass, tilted and circled his hips with such fervour that his prostate was stroked every time and he tasted oblivion. Ben's hand on his cock was his completion and he leapt into his orgasm with a sense of wonder and trepidation. Since the build had come back after that weird lull at about eighty percent, it had taken next to no time at all to climax.

Harm bucked and spasmed helplessly as he came, his eyes squeezed shut almost as tightly as his ass was. The wash of Ben's orgasm in his ass was even better than when he'd bit his throat and Harm relished the sensation, unable to tell who'd cum first; it'd felt like the same time, which was even sweeter. His climax made him feel strong and wild and insane, the intensity of the emotions washing through him tearing at him in fundamentally disturbing yet satisfying ways. He screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" with all the fervour of a porn star, bucking and writhing until the last iota of energy he had was spent, then he sagged onto Ben, silently encouraging him to lay them down - or he'd slither down in his own time if Ben just pulled away.

Wiping sweat out of his eyes and off his forehead with the back of his hand, Harm struggled to get air into his lungs. "That was... fucking amazing," he panted, drooping rapidly. His stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly, reminding him that he hadn't eaten recently and he needed to fuel his body if he wanted to continue. He giggled sleepily. "Sorry."

[Trillian]

After their shared orgasm, Ben did help lay Harm down, pulling him away from the headboard before he'd finished shrinking inside Harm's body, and only when they were flat on the bed with pillows within reach (but which had been knocked aside in their fervour), did Ben withdraw from Harm's body. The smell of sex was pungent in the air and Ben relished it, the animalistic aroma of it. He lay on his side, an arm draped over Harm's waist as the human caught his breath.

"It was, yeah," Ben said, amazed once again by Harm's reaction now that he had a moment to focus on it. "Intense," he added before Harm's stomach grumbled and there was a giggle and apology following it. "Hey, I'll get some food sent up for you. Give you back some nourishment," he said.

Ben removed his arm to roll away to the other side of the bed where the hotel phone was at. He picked it up and dialled for the kitchen.

"Hey, this is Ben... Yep, fine, thanks. I'm using room 2404 at the moment with a, uh, donor. Can you send up a range of food in the next five?... Uh huh... whatever you have is fine. Thanks."

He hung up and rolled back to Harm on his side, resting his head on his hand using his elbow to prop him up. His other hand drifted up and down Harm's chest, feeling the difference of texture now that it was slick with sweat. They would smell like each other, now.

"Feel free to use the shower if you like, or the room if it's too far for you to go home. No charge." Ben rolled his eyes at himself before grinning. He got the urge to lean down for some kissing and he followed his instinct.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm dozed, his eyes closed and his body more relaxed than ever. When Ben ordered a range of food through room service, he smiled at the ceiling, hoping like hell there'd be a big, greasy burger of some sort in the range (but knowing he'd eat everything anyway, regardless). The sensation of cum leaking out of his ass was strange and fascinating and he wriggled occasionally just to feel his ass cheeks slipping against each other. It made him giggle dopily.

The offer of a shower was welcome, the complimentary room a surprise. It was tempting... but so was his own bed and waking up at midday surrounded by his own stuff. Still... the room was spectacular. Not as much fun alone, though. He wondered idly just how big the argument would be if he rang Luke and invited him to share it.

"Chinatown's not far," he murmured but was stopped from saying any more by Ben's lips descending on his own. The rush of adrenaline that spiked through his body woke him up pretty quickly, his eyes opening wide as he stiffened. When Ben's tongue touched his lip, Harm turned his head sharply to break the contact. His heart rate picked up, fed by nerves and adrenaline. He licked his lips and then pressed them together, the air between him and Ben suddenly tense.

Should he say something? He really didn't want to explain his whole deal with Luke, Ben would just think he was pathetic; still clinging to the love of his life despite claiming to be over him, accepting any scraps of affection he tossed his way instead of just ending it, claiming to want one thing but doing nothing to find it. Yeah, he'd rather not.

"A shower sounds like a good idea, actually," he murmured, glancing warily at Ben and offering him a timid smile. "I've never been this messy before. Spoiler alert: no sordid Bukkake parties in my background," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood as he inched towards the edge of the bed, intending to slide out of it and head into the shower.

[Trillian]

At first he didn't know why Harm was so against kissing him. It felt like a smack in the face; good enough for a hard fuck, not good enough to share anything soft. And then, while they stared at one another and Harm tried putting some distance between what had happened and the current conversation, Ben remembered.

Harm was seeing a guy. Not just any guy but Luke, the paranoid, overly controlling Sheriff of Dickheadland. The reason why Harm had been so appealing in the first place before his newbie-ness in second place overtook the main reason. Ben and Kerr had an open relationship. Luke and Harm had something Harm couldn't even define.

Seeing someone. Not 'boyfriend' or even 'dating someone'... just seeing them.

He ignored all that nonsense about Bukkake parties - though the idea of it was interesting to Ben.

"It's okay," he said, sitting up on the bed and speaking just as Harm slid off the mattress. "We don't have to kiss. No insult. I'm pretty happy with how things went down. You?"

He wanted Harm happy enough to come back for another round.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm tensed when Ben sat up, expecting a reprimand or to be told to come back. He sagged with relief when Ben let him off the hook about the kissing and even managed a breathy laugh as Ben checked in to see how Harm thought everything had gone.

"Uhhh, yeah," Harm grinned, with a pointed roll of his eyes. "Can you say best orgasm of my life?" he laughed. His ass was throbbing but everywhere else on his body felt like it'd been kissed by sunshine and bathed in moonlight. "I guess I'm the second type, after all," he blushed, his fingers flicking towards the bed where they'd discovered that fact. Like Ben could forget it. "Now I know that guy wasn't kidding when he said being drunk from was good," he laughed again, running fingers through his hair and resetting it compulsively.

He was intrigued how Ben dealt with crazy, horny humans like him every night, when he had to drink blood just to survive - but he wasn't game to ask. That would seem ungrateful or something. It wasn't his place to question the vampire's lifestyle. Still... he couldn't help wondering if maybe Ben hoped for the first type every second night just to give him a break.

[Trillian]

And just like that the tension was gone, like it had been on Harm's breath and had just evaporated into the air when he'd breathed it out. Ben quirked his head to the side and smiled knowingly.

"Guess you are," he said. "Do you want your own shower or share? The food'll be set up even if we're not here to collect it," he shrugged, indicating it wouldn't bother him either way. His eyes were fixed on Harm like he was reading a really good book.

[Existentially Odd]

"Wow, all this and you'll wash my back?" Harm quipped, moving around the bed closer to where Ben was. "Sounds too good to pass up," he grinned, reaching forward and using a fingertip to smear one of the globs of his cum that had landed on Ben's belly and not fully dried yet. "You could use a shower as much as me," he nodded sagely, his lips pooching momentarily as he nodded with affected seriousness, regarding Ben's sticky front, "someone's done shot cum all over you and you should wash it off before I eat. It's not very hygienic otherwise," he lectured grabbing Ben's hand and dragging him towards the shower.

The fact that he smeared his cum over his own muscled abdomen as he walked - and got a delicious thrill from recalling the method by which it had got there - was beside the point. When they got into the bathroom, Harm wasn't surprised to find it was almost as large as his whole apartment and that the shower had two heads. He turned them on and while he waited for the water to heat up, he continued to rub cum all over his body, one hand moving down to stroke his flaccid cock with it, the other reaching around and sliding his hand between his cheeks to collect some of Ben's. He lifted his hand to his nose to smell it, too, intrigued that it smelt just like cum, even though it'd come out of a vampire. He let go of his cock and turned his body to check the water temperature, sneaking his tongue out to taste Ben's cum as subtly as possible.

He did all of this while twisting and turning, attempting to hide what he was doing from Ben but unfazed by him seeing it. It was his one opportunity to be close to a vampire and get answers to all the questions he had. He wasn't going to let it go, even if Ben thought he was particularly weird for playing with his cum. The last thing he did with it before he reluctantly stepped under the spray was to stroke it along his cock, getting a lusty thrill from using vampire cum as his lube - to the point where he had a semi by the time the water was ready.

Herm unwrapped a soap from the basket between the double basins - a large, proper sized cake, no less! - before he stepped under the spray, keeping his hair out of it as much as possible. The soap had a heady floral scent that gradually overcame the smell of cum as Harm worked up a lather on his stomach. He was kind of sorry. "So... do you actually live here? In a hotel?" he asked Ben incredulously.

[Trillian]

Ben watched the unusual display of smearing and sniffing and smelling. Because werewolves were on his mind, Ben imagined Harm's behaviour was what a werewolf would be like. He knew that Harm was no such thing because he'd been around the weres the night they'd checked themselves out of the holding rooms. They'd commented on the upgrades, saying that they liked it was more like a room and less like a jail cell, and that there was more room for them to move around. Weres had a smell like an undercurrent of dog. Other than that, he didn't know much about them.

Once they were in the shower and helping get each other clean, Harm's question was voiced and Ben replied without pause. "Yeah, I live in the penthouse with my sire. The building belongs to him. It doesn't feel like a hotel up there so much as a large apartment. These rooms feel like apartments as well. I brought you to the VIP area to make everything a bit more special. There are rooms that feel like hotel rooms below us, but it's not all hotel. The Ward's headquarters are here. The Academy operates out of here too as a secondary campus. We have donors living here as well, for us and for guests. That's why there's a kitchen even though we don't run a restaurant."

While he talked, he cleaned. He could hear the light knock on the door and a muffled 'room service'. Then there was a sound of a food trolley being pushed in and the sound of the door closing afterwards.

Ben finished washing Harm's back and nipped his shoulder when he was done. "Food's here," he said.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm hadn't actually intended for Ben to wash him, it'd been a joke, but he didn't stop him when the vampire took the soap from him and ran his silky hands all over him. The shower cavity resonated with his happy sighs as he was pampered with gentle, attentive touches. They aroused him, his body wishing to do something about the gratitude it felt but he ignored it. Once they were clean, it seemed gauche to refer to sex again. He'd lost enough blood that he knew he shouldn't lose any more too soon or he'd be lightheaded and they weren't here for anything but the bite. He anticipated he'd eat and they'd part ways.

The information he received about the hotel interested Harm on a few levels. He was pretty sure 'sire' meant the vampire that had made Ben a vampire but Harm was also reeling from the information that Ben didn't live alone. Perhaps their relationship was platonic? Or like his and Luke's, undefined. Either way, he got a weird vibe because he'd assumed Ben was single and now he was having to adjust that belief. The man had brought him to a VIP room to 'make everything a bit more special' but he lived full time with another guy? Odd.

When his shoulder was bitten, it sent tingles and goosebumps across Harm's flesh, causing him to look somewhat hungrily at Ben. It made him think of the bite, which made him think of the sex, which made him even harder. "Cool," he announced, shutting off the water and getting out onto the opulent bathmat. He dried himself quickly - motivated by the proximity of hot food - and wrapped the towel around his waist to go eat in. He took a moment to check his hair in the mirror and then headed out towards the other half of the suite. His feelings towards Ben were getting confused the longer he stayed with him so it was best he eat and leave.

The gift basket had been moved into the kitchenette to allow room for the food to be spread across the four-seater dining table. There were so many choices, there was no room to comfortably eat there but Harm decided he'd go eat on the luxurious couch anyway. He took the giant cheeseburger and fries, the bottle of ketchup, the glass of cola soft drink and the silver milkshake cup. It was chocolate. Delicious. He juggled it all against his bare body, placing it carefully on the coffee table before he sat and started eating enthusiastically, pouring some extra ketchup onto the burger and for the fries to dip in. "This is a good burger," he enthused when Ben joined him, trying to eat with decorum, even though he was starving. He usually was after he finished a shift. A long shift plus a vampire bite and sex clearly equalled ravenous eating.

"So, you and your sire live together in the penthouse?" he asked Ben after a few bites and swallows of burger had filled the gaping cavity inside him enough for him to concentrate. "And you have your own donors living here to choose a different one each night?"

[Trillian]

After dressing, Ben joined Harm in the lounge, though sat adjacent to him on the armchair to not crowd him.

He smiled when Harm complimented the burger. That was good to know. He couldn't really taste it himself though he hadn't heard of any complaints from the donors. Harm also brought them up in conversation shortly after asking about Kerr.

"Yeah, he's up there now. We don't usually drink from the donors here, we leave them available for guests. We don't like them losing blood too often so they're on a roster. We don't have so many that they can also provide for me as well. I have to drink twice a night, more if I'm training my powers."

He figured Harm would ask about them so he gave him the option to chase that up as well. It would be interesting to see what line of questioning he pursued.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm was stunned that a vampire had to drink twice a night - more if he was training. That was a lot of blood. It was a wonder they even got enough donors to supply the hospitals with the blood needed for transfusions in this city, if each vampire needed that much blood every night. No surprise the clinic kept what they had in the vault.

"So you need about two litres of blood a night? How long have you been a vampire? Does the amount of blood you need change over time?" Harm enquired, fascinated.

[Trillian]

"I didn't take a litre from you," Ben said, making a 'pfft' sound, not liking the idea of Harm thinking he was so careless when he drank. "I don't like leaving donors groggy or weak. A lot of what I drink is animal blood and everything provided here is that as well. With a club like Venture available that's full every night with willing people, it's not hard to find a consensual drink." He was thoughtful for a moment, watching Harm take another bite out of his burger. "I'm thirteen years a vampire and yeah, it does change over time, but not that fast. I'll probably need to drink a couple of pints a night for the next ten years before I notice a difference. But I've come a long way from my first year. I was drinking every couple of hours."

He couldn't talk about the emotional impact of it because it was a movie-memory, and a confusing one. He'd been bouncing between two sires and had been grumpy as fuck to both of them. He wondered if all newly-made vampires experienced mood swings or if that had just been Ben 1.0's manner.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm blushed at Ben's correction, embarrassed to have assumed more blood went out of him than it had. It'd felt like a wild gush, pulling from his core so he clearly had no idea what had gone on. If he'd stopped to think, he'd know he hadn't lost nearly that much blood. He didn't like the thought that he looked foolish to Ben, whom he wanted to impress. Ah well. He'd be dismissed as an ignorant human no doubt, and there was nothing he could do about it. He'd just need to learn not to care.

The idea of a club filled with willing donors didn't surprise him nearly as much now. Now that he'd been bitten. Again, a flush of memory washed through him, stirring his body to life. He wondered how long he'd take to get over that.

He stared at Ben when told he'd been a vampire so long. His little brother hadn't even been alive that long. Harm almost choked on the bite sitting in his mouth when told young vampires drank blood every few hours. With a little cough, he swallowed and then took a sip of his soft drink to be sure it washed down. "That's a lot of blood. And sex," he smirked, looking Ben over thoughtfully. He couldn't have had sex with everyone he drank from but Harm could see why vampires would have their pick. He blushed, filled with giddy pride that Ben had picked him tonight. He doubted Luke and his employer would see it in such a kind light.

Harm frowned as he finished his burger, thinking about his situation. He took the remaining fries back to the dining table, interested in swapping the less interesting food for the ones he'd seen that had been more appealing; a basket of chicken wings and a large slice of cheesecake with whipped cream. He brought them back to the coffee table, still debating asking his question. He wasn't sure it wouldn't upset Ben. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. But it was the perfect opportunity to ask.

"I've been wondering something," he preluded his question, sucking sauce off his thumb after he finished the first chicken wing. His tongue slid across his teeth as he looked at Ben steadily. "And you don't have to answer me if it's none of my business. I get that I'm a nobody in all of this. But... are you the reason Jake told Luke he wasn't allowed to come visit me in Chinatown anymore? Are the delicate political relations to do with your election? 'Cos, like, I'd really like to know how us hanging out affects vampire politics," he asserted, sounding genuinely angry and indignant by the end. He deeply resented the only time he could get with Luke being stripped away indefinitely and although he couldn't do anything about it, he thought it'd really help if he understood why.

[Trillian]

Ben's demeanour changed at Harm's question. He didn't close off and it was subtle enough that Harm would probably only sense that there was a shift, but what had happened was Ben's interest in the conversation rose intensely. He'd just been sitting here, happy to answer questions, and then an unexpected prize of information had been dropped into his lap, just like that.

So; Jake was keeping his people out of Chinatown - more importantly, he was keeping his Sheriff out of Chinatown. The implication behind such a move was huge. It meant Jake was setting up Lan Bao to self-manage. He knew from Charon that Jake had asked the others to assign her District Leadership and been refused. His runner-up prize to her was obviously keeping his nose out of her business.

So what did that mean for the Ward? That they'd have no backup in there if shit went down? That was a big fucking deal. He would have to talk to the Captain and ask if she knew and if she didn't, that meant he was risking her Wardens. Oh... that would be a really, really bad thing for Jake if that information came out.

"Um, no, not because of me," he said to Harm, shifting in his seat because he was suddenly full of energy. "It'll be something to do with the Kuei-Jin and their hierarchy."