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Title: The Hunter’s Moon 9/9
Authors: sairalinde & anorienbean
Characters: Craig/David
Category: RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Us.
Feedback: Yes, please to sairalinde@hornofgondor.com or Anorien.bean@gmail.com.
Warnings: Vampirism.
Disclaimer: This did not happen, no money was made from this story, and we are not in any way implying anything about the characters mentioned within.
Summary: A man in need of a miracle meets the most unlikely of saviors.

The constant infusion of Craig’s blood had helped only a little bit it seemed. David’s own body was simply trying to shut down, and between the vampire blood that was mingling with his own tainted blood and David’s own sheer will power to stay alive he could do little more than simply lay in the bed. He slept much of the time, but as the pain grew in the last day or so he wasn’t even able to do that. Everything *hurt*, his teeth, his hair…parts that shouldn’t ache did.

Plus his heart was slowing, as if it just couldn’t pump the blood anymore, he was cold…from the inside out it seemed and even though with each minute that passed it grew closer to time for Craig to turn him, he feared he wouldn’t make it. He feared that he was simply too weak, but he had to hope. Every time he looked into troubled blue eyes, David had to hope that he would survive the transformation.

The servants came often, giving Craig strength, each of them taking turns at the side of the bed feeding their master and after the first few times David grew so accustomed he didn’t even become all that affected by it…though that could have been his weakness too. In the last few days he’d stopped eating, the last time he’d tried he’d been unable to keep it down, so Ian, fearing the worst had set up a second IV, this time to feed David.

The day had finally arrived, and Ian came to them again. He looked at them both sadly; Craig was frustrated, and tired. He wasn’t weak thanks to the blood from the servants but his tiredness came from worry and fear and it broke the old servants heart. After all these centuries Craig finally found love…and it could so easily slip away.

“My lords,” Ian said softly, “it is time.” He saw Craig nod and David just look at him sadly. He moved first to Craig’s side of the bed and removed the IV, then removed both from David as well. “You will not be disturbed until morning….call if you need me.” With that the old servant bowed and left the room hoping with all his heart this worked. When he reached the top of the stairs he was met by the other servants and they all gathered in the kitchen for a sleepless night of waiting.

When Ian left, Craig turned to his lover and, despite himself felt a tear fall from the corner of his eyes. It wouldn’t take much to kill David, that was one thing he knew, but he was terrified they’d waited too long, and Craig wouldn’t be able to bring him back. Even when a strong human was turned, it was a struggle to start the heart beating again, and the veins that had been drained of their precious, life-giving blood to fill again. //We should have tried it at the last new moon. He was stronger then. We should have…Gods, please, please, don’t leave me, David.// Carefully pulling the covers back from his lover, Craig’s heart broke again as he saw how pale and painfully thin he was, and knew that simply lifting him to drain his blood would only increase his pain. No matter how hard he’d tried though, he didn’t think it would work with David lying down completely, as he couldn’t seem to get the angle right. “We need you to sit up a bit, baby,” he whispered. “Can I put you in my lap?”

David had watched silently as Ian removed the IV’s and then left the room. Looking up at his lover he smiled gently. “Yes, love,” he answered softly. David knew it would hurt to be moved, but he simply steeled himself for it. When Craig’s hands slid under his body, he stifled a moan, and had to bite his lip and close his eyes tight when he was lifted and settled against the man he loved. He was shaking and too weak to wrap his arms around his lover in return, so he simply rested his head against Craig’s shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered softly fearing that it truly could be the last time he was able to say those words.

Craig felt like crying as David struggled not to moan, and moved even more slowly than before. Tucking several blankets around his lover, he smiled and gently kissed the parted lips before him, which were now dry and cracked and so unlike the ones he’d kissed only weeks ago for hours on end. “I love you too,” he murmured, still struggling to push the hopelessness away from them both. David simply lay against him, only their bare chests touching and Craig’s arm supporting shoulders that were now thin and bony. “In only a few hours, when we both wake up, I’ll be able to show you how much. And I promise…you won’t hurt any more, sweetheart. Nothing will hurt.”

David simply nodded slowly against his lover, not even able to return the gentle kiss with more than a slight press of his lips. If he didn’t have Craig…he knew he’d have let go a long time ago. He knew from watching the servants that it hadn’t hurt when Craig had bitten them, Craig had made sure of that, so David simply breathed slowly and let his head fall back more to allow his lover access to his neck. The only thing he could do now was fill his mind and heart with hope.

When the servants had let Craig feed from them, there had always been a moment of anxiety on their part, a slight stiffening of their limbs and a quick, nervous intake of breath. It was to be expected, really, and Craig had grown used to it in these last few days. But David, his trusting, sweet, David had no reservations, and was simply baring his neck to Craig’s fangs, hoping that they would both be strong enough to do what needed to be done. “Just come back to me,” he whispered, licking at the already cold skin of his lover’s neck. “Don’t think of anything other than making your way back to me.” Slowly, his fangs elongated and Craig took a deep breath. It was all or nothing for him. Either David would come back, ensuring that Craig and his servants would live as well, or he wouldn’t, and Craig would stand in the window of the brightest room as the sun rose the next morning. “I love you.” With that, he sank his teeth into David’s flesh as carefully as he could. His mouth was immediately filled with blood and his eyes closed, the tears flowing freely now. The blood itself was cool, as if David’s body hadn’t had the strength to keep it warm, and tasted different. Coppery, diluted, not quite as it should be. He swallowed, pulled David closer, and began draining the blood of the man he loved one mouthful at a time.

David felt tears slip down his face as Craig said to come back to him. //I’ll do everything I can, love.// He didn’t fear this…didn’t fear Craig even as he watched silently through his tears the fangs growing. He closed his eyes as he felt warm breath ghost against his skin and didn’t even flinch as the sharp fangs sunk into him. There was pain, a deep burning sensation that felt as if his entire neck were on fire, but then the pain quickly ebbed away as his lover drank from him. He breathed slowly, and even though his body was so incredibly weak he could feel arousal spiral through him, and his fingers curled in the bed sheet. //I love you, Craig.// It was his last thought as his mind became too foggy, and his eyes fluttered once before they sunk closed again and he gave himself over to his lover. He could feel what little life was left in him drain away, but also blessedly the pain was gone. David arched against his lover one last time, taking a shuddering breath before slipping peacefully into nothingness.

Sobbing openly now, even as he continued to drink, Craig felt David go limp in his arms and held him so tightly he knew he would have left bruises if there was enough blood in his body to actually *form* a bruise. He rocked his lover gently back and forth, letting the blankets fall to the floor. There was nothing but the two of them now - no sickness, no servants, no pain - just Craig and David, both somewhere between living and dead, where the lines blur between what is real and what is impossible.

Another mouthful, and Craig swallowed, then the next wasn’t quite so full. Again and again, until he was sucking hard to get only a few drops, and finally, there was nothing left. It had seemed to take hours, but only a few short minutes had passed. When he was finished, he pulled away and looked down at David. He’d done it. He’d killed the only man he’d ever loved. And now he had to bring him back. He’d planned this down to the last detail, down to the last drop of blood. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the small, sharp knife that lay there and carefully widened the small puncture marks in David’s neck, then brought his wrist up to his mouth. Sinking his fangs into his own arm, he punctured his flesh just above the wrist then lay the open wounds just over the holes in David’s neck, infusing him with vampire blood. The next part, he hadn’t even told David about, as he was sure his lover would protest. Without hesitation and without moving his wrist from his lover’s neck, he cut into his own throat until the blood began to flow freely, then positioned himself so that the blood would flow down David’s throat as soon as he was able to swallow. He would choke on it if Craig moved too soon, so he simply held the wound closed until enough blood flowed through David from his own wrist to let his automatic reflexes take over - such as swallowing.

Lost in a sea of blackness, with no feeling at all except the desire to be with the one he loved, David’s soul began to stir and instead of pulling away from the corporeal body it felt new life…a stronger life begin to flow. Long moments later a harsh breath was drawn, rattling and painful but *alive* or at least…a kind of life. David’s body arched against Craig’s, and his mouth fixed against the source of life that was flowing into it. He sucked and licked at the blood giving him new life, and renewed strength. His harsh breaths came faster, more even, and stronger and soon he moaned as he fed hungrily at the flesh before him. His arms rose from the bed, where they’d been limp before and wrapped around his lover and he moaned again as his conscious mind realized he was coming back…coming back to Craig.

Relief washed through every fiber of Craig’s being as David began to move. Now strong arms wrapped around him, and held his lover even more tightly, reveling in the feeling of life slowly flowing back into the man he loved. He gently lowered David back onto the bed and lay over him, letting him drink his fill as he whispered hundreds of endearments he’d learned over the years, in every language and from every age, knowing that David would somehow understand them all.

Even as he was lowered to the bed and hearing the endearments David continued to drink. To draw life into him, and his love for Craig seemed to grow even more with each breath. His body felt different than it ever had, so much stronger as the life began to flow into him more. His soul seemed to rejoice within him, and his heart leapt. He forced himself to keep his eyes closed, somehow knowing what he would see and not able to face it yet. He could feel his mouth tingle where his incisors were, and realized it was happening, he was changing and the arousal he felt was so intense it was breathtaking. //I love you, Craig.// He thought over and over in a mantra in his head and he hoped his lover could feel it. Could somehow hear him.

The unspoken words reverberated in Craig’s mind as they continued to share the blood that flowed through his body. He wasn’t sure if this was a one-time connection or if somehow, they truly were bound on a level far beyond the physical one. At the moment, however, it didn’t seem to matter; all that mattered was that he knew David would feel him when he responded. // I love you too, David. More than life itself.//

Despite the fact that now *he* was getting weak, the feeling of David’s arousal trapped between them made Craig hard at once. He shifted his hips, rocking back and forth on top of the now warm body beneath him, and moaned softly. //Gods, I want you, love…so much// He could feel that David’s need was as great as his own, so without another word, he moved his hips forward, spread his legs wider, and positioned the head of his lover’s length against his entrance. David’s own juices were seeping from the swollen head as Craig held the organ in place, providing just enough lube to let him slip inside. He moved slowly, stopping when only the head was engulfed, all the time kissing and panting for air. After his body adjusted, he slid down, taking his lover in inch by delicious inch, his eyes closed and his body trembling from the welcomed stretch and burn that told him David was *able* to take him again. With what little strength he had left, he squeezed his inner muscles and moaned softly, begging without words for his lover to move.

David could *feel* Craig’s words in his mind, touching his heart, wrapping around him some how. //More than life.// He agreed and then moaned as his lover rocked against him. He could feel Craig moving over him, and growled low in his chest, even as his tongue licked across blood slick skin. The wound seemed to seal on its own, somehow Craig’s body just knowing that was enough. David’s head tipped back against the bed as he breathed heavily and felt his lover press against him. The tip of his arousal slid slowly into velvet heat and his eyes opened for the first time in this life. He watched his lover, moving over him, melding his body around David’s and he gasped as his shaft was buried deep within his lover. “I love you, Craig…forever, my love,” he whispered as blue eyes opened to look back at him. He rocked his hips up slowly, making love to Craig gently, they were both still weak but aroused beyond belief. His hands roamed tenderly over every inch of skin he could reach, and a loving smile touched his lips. “You saved me,” he whispered even as they moved.

With exquisitely, torturously slow movements; Craig took David deep inside him again and again. He didn’t have the strength to move faster, not yet, but somehow their bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm that suited them both for the moment. “You saved me too,” he murmured, moaning as the head of David’s arousal brushed over his sweet spot. “You came back…and saved us both.” He leaned forward and rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, wanting the soft, strong hands to keep moving over him. His own aching flesh was sliding against David’s stomach, which was already wet and slick from Craig’s own leaking sex He wanted only to hold David and be held when they came together. He continued moving, pierced and firmly impaled on the hard flesh inside him, thinking that never in all his life had he felt as alive as he did at that moment.

Their lovemaking was slow and almost languid compared to the way they’d always nearly coupled frantically in the past. This time, the heat and passion was a tangible thing that wrapped around them, soothing and warm, and beautiful. David trembled as already tight muscles tensed around him and his hand slid between their bodies, slick with arousal to wrap around the hard shaft trapped there. They rocked together, in a perfect slow rhythm and his hand matched it on his lover’s sex. He seemed to be hovering on the edge, and David’s hips moved just a little faster, thrusting just a little deeper into his lover, brushing his prostate with each slow thrust. “Come with me, love,” he whispered knowing that this would be the first time of many that they would share their bodies over the coming centuries.

Craig closed his eyes and simply clung to the man he loved as his release built and long fingers wrapped around his painfully hard flesh. Moaning again and again, he matched David’s movements and sped up as well, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. With a final thrust down onto the length inside him, then back up into the fist circling his sex, he came hard, crying out his lover’s name so loudly, the sound seemed to echo in the large room. Inner muscles clenched around David’s shaft in hard contractions again and again as he writhed on top of his lover. His release spurted between them in great bursts, and it seemed like the longest, most incredible orgasm Craig had ever had in his life.

All the times they had made love before had always been beautiful and wonderful but this, this first time knowing they had so many years together. Knowing they had a *future* something David never thought he’d have before meeting Craig seemed to make it all the better. David was moaning and speaking words of love over and over again as they moved and when he felt Craig’s body tense around him he cried out, the tight muscles clamping down around him and driving him over the edge. His shout followed Craig’s by only a fraction of a second as he spilled hot and slick inside the gripping passage. His hips continued to move, as his hands held Craig’s hips firmly against him, their bodies rocking against one another. “I love you,” he breathed as they trembled together.

Boneless and exhausted, Craig nevertheless felt happier than he could ever have imagined. It had worked, they were together, making love, and David was alive. There was nothing more he could ask for in all the world. “I love you too, so, so very much,” he murmured, melting against David, unable to move even enough to roll off his lover or pull back to look into his eyes. Instead, he simply buried his face against the warmth of David’s neck and smiled, still breathing heavily. “This seems like an odd question to ask after…well, after what we just did, but…are you all right? Really?”

David laughed softly as Craig questioned if he was all right. “Yes, love. I’m tired but I feel…wonderful, perfect, and…very loved,” he said softly. Pressing his lips against Craig’s shoulder David smiled and took a deep breath. “Very loved.”

Craig nodded and closed his eyes again. “You *are* very loved,” he whispered. “I’m glad you can feel that. And I hope you can get used to that feeling, because it’s never going to change.”

David smiled and pulled Craig a little closer. “Nor will how I feel about you,” he whispered. “Let’s rest for a while…we’re both still tired.” He was exhausted but it wasn’t that bone-chilling ache that he felt before, no this was the tired a man felt after being well and thoroughly loved.

Easing himself off of his lover’s now softening length, Craig stifled a yawn and slid down in the bed beside him. “Let me hear your heart beat again as I sleep?” he asked softly. It was a habit he’d gotten in to over the past weeks, needing to hear each reassuring beat of David’s heart, though lately he hadn’t been able to touch to get close enough to hear it. Often, he would settle for gently taking David’s wrist and watching it, or placing his fingertips over the underside, so he could at least feel the faint beat that let him know they still had time. “I know I don’t need to anymore, but I just want to hear how strong it is now.”

Sighing softly as Craig moved over him, David smiled as his lover spoke. “Of course, love,” he whispered. It felt so wonderful to look into Craig’s eyes and not see the worry and fear he had in the last several weeks, now it was replaced with nothing but happiness. They settled against one another for a few moments and David traced his fingers over Craig’s skin. “You didn’t tell me everything,” he whispered softly, not accusingly but merely curious. He probably would have balked if Craig had told him of how it would be done. Craig had to hurt himself not once but twice for David to reawaken, and that would have probably been a small argument between them, and David had been so weak he understood why Craig hadn’t addressed it. When Craig looked up at him, he trailed his finger across the wound that had healed faster than any of the previous ones, though there was still a mark, and something told David it would always be there. A reminder of how close they came to not succeeding.

Resting his chin on his hand as it lay over David’s chest, Craig nodded, but didn’t look ashamed of holding back a few minor details. “I knew you wouldn’t want me to do what I needed to do,” he said softly. “The blood from my wrist wasn’t fast enough…you needed to drink as soon as you were able.” His free hand moved up trace over the scars alongside David’s fingers. “Besides, it worked…and that’s all that matters. I’d have cut off a limb or two if that’s what it would have taken…you know that. You wouldn’t have approved, or wanted me to, but just the same, you know I’d have done it.”

David nodded knowing that Craig would have done anything for him, just as he would have if their roles were reversed. “It did work,” he whispered. “And you’ll never have to do anything like that again…no more marks on you,” he said softly and then grinned “Well…ones that will leave scars anyway.” Running his fingertip along the edge of the thin white mark David looked up at his lover for a moment. “How did it stop bleeding though…the others never did that?”

Craig reached up and gently ran his fingertips over David’s lips, then slipped inside to run along the edge of his teeth, which were still even and smooth, and had yet to morph into fangs. That would come, in time, when they were needed. “As soon as my blood was in you, you were a vampire. When one vampire feeds from another, the wound heals before the one being fed off of is completely drained. It makes things a bit safer for everyone involved.” He grinned and let his hand move to card through his lover’s hair. “And, just so you know, some vampires find feeding from their mate as they make love incredibly erotic, or so I’ve heard. I’ve never had a true mate, so I wouldn’t know…but it’s something to think about…”

David sucked lightly at the curious fingers and smiled. “I felt something when I fed from you…a…tingly feeling almost,” he said softly referring to his teeth. He thought about what Craig said about feeding mutually as they made love and thought about how aroused they’d both been earlier. “I think it would be very erotic…” he whispered. Pulling Craig a little closer he pressed his lips against the soft ones before him. “But only once we are much stronger.”

“Yes, only then,” Craig agreed as he shifted his body even closer to his lover’s until he was practically laying on top of him. “We’ll need to feed tomorrow night, but for now, we both should rest.” He nuzzled against David’s neck, marking the warm skin with his mouth, though keeping his fangs firmly in place. “We should probably call upstairs and tell Ian and the others that it worked. I think they were half expecting me to crawl up the stairs and throw myself into the sunlight.” Gently caressing his lover’s face, he shivered as he thought of all David had been through in the last weeks. “It was close…too close. I don’t think it would have worked if we had waited even one more day.”

David arched against his lover as he was marked and sighed softly. “They are probably worried about you,” he agreed. “And…I was afraid to say anything before, I always hoped for the best but I wasn’t even sure I’d make it until moonrise, but I was determined to try,” he whispered.

Craig nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, burrowing his face against David’s neck. “I know. It was your strength and love that kept you here this long.” He pulled away and tried to push his dark thoughts from his mind. “But you’re wrong about one thing…they’re worried about us *both*. They adore you, and as my mate, they serve us both now. Some servants are ordered to let their masters feed off them, but I’ve never done that. They were as intent on saving you as I was, so their offer was freely given…something that rarely happens in my…no, *our*…world.”

David swallowed hard as Craig spoke of the servants offering freely to help them both. “That only shows what a wonderful heart you have. You treated them well and they loved you for it. And all these years, despite what humans took away from you, you never fed from them. You fell in love with a sickly human and saved his life…you are incredible, Craig. You have more love and compassion in you than anyone I’ve ever known,” David said seriously.

Blushing furiously, Craig shook his head and reached for David’s hand, entwining their fingers so that the brands that marked them as mates were flush against each other. “I never thought I would fall in love with a human,” he admitted. “I’m not sure about the love and compassion part, but I do know that I fell head over heels with you, sick or not, though, honestly I tried not to. I kept telling myself that we would go our separate ways one day, but even before the marks appeared…I knew that I couldn’t live without you. I guess the Fates saw that too, and, though they made things…er…difficult for us, they’ve taught me a lesson or two - that you can’t dictate who you’ll fall in love with, and that humans might not be so bad after all. I think I needed to learn both of those things, and I bet they’re just having the time of their lives proving me wrong, since I’ve cursed them for most of my life. I owe them an apology, I’m sure.”

David smiled at the blush that stained his lover’s cheeks and pressed a kiss to flushed skin. “I think they’ve forgiven you already, love,” he whispered. “We wouldn’t be here now if not, I think.” David wrapped his arms around Craig and pulled him a little closer, shifting in the bed a little bit and snuggling his lover. “I know the servants need to know everything is all right now, but I really don’t want to let you go,” he said softly.

“I think they’ll understand,” Craig yawned, placing his head back on David’s shoulder and smiling as he heard the strong, steady heartbeat under his ear. He was relieved and exhausted, and suddenly, the past few months took their toll on him. He relaxed against his lover and closed his eyes, struggling to stay awake. He was ready for the first good night’s sleep he’d had in weeks. “Welcome to your new life, sweetheart,” he murmured sleepily. “Everything will be different now…different, but wonderful, I promise.”

“It already is wonderful, because I’m with you,” David whispered as he pressed his lips to Craig’s forehead. He closed his own eyes, grateful now that he had the chance to awaken every single day from now until forever with Craig. No more worrying about dying in his sleep, no more worrying about anything. He grinned when he remembered telling Craig he needed a fairy godmother to make his problems go away…no, all he need to do was fall in love…with the most unlikeliest of people….a vampire. David fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in weeks, holding his lover close.

Craig was asleep seconds later, unable to break the habit of letting David fall asleep first, and needing to watch over him. Though it wasn’t necessary anymore, he was pretty certain that it wasn’t something he wouldn’t stop doing anytime soon. He had learned a lot about himself in the recent months - to let go of his anger toward the very race that he used to belong to, the fact that kindness was repaid, even by humans, and most of all, the fact that the old human adage ‘love conquers all’ was indeed true. “I love you, David,” he whispered just as he drifted off to sleep, knowing that when he awoke, there would be no terrifying, anxious moment as he listened and watched his lover to make sure he was still alive. He would be, of that Craig had no doubt now. //Always.//

EPILOGUE

David moved swiftly through the trees, even after 150 years as a vampire he was still amazed at the strength he’d never known he could have when he was a human. He’d been so fragile then and saved by the most unlikely person. Over the years he’d met other vampires in his travels with his mate, Craig, and some were happy as they were, others were morose and longing to be human again. Until they learned their story at least, it seemed to give a few of their fellow vampires hope.

As he moved, he could feel the woods alive around him, the creatures of the forest spilled their scent into the damp air. He knew they were there, could smell them, sense them, and hear the rapid beat of blood in their veins but he’d already fed this night. David was returning to meet his lover, hoping that the hours before sunrise could be used for more than just feeding.

Most nights they hunted together, some nights they hunted alone and then would meet back in a small clearing near their home. They had moved many times over the years, but had finally found their place here in this perfect forest. None to disturb, and none questioned. He was lost in thought as he felt strong arms wrap around him, propel him forward until his body was pressed against one of the grand trees, the smooth bark cool even through his clothes. “Hello, love,” he whispered.

Craig had watched his lover move quietly through the forest, content and completely at peace as he marveled at how graceful David had become in only 150 years. To this day, he still stayed awake until David fell asleep, and still liked to rest his head over the steadily beating heart that assured him that no, their life wasn’t a dream, it was real, and perfect and more than he’d ever dreamed of having.

As David moved closer, Craig stood still as a stone behind one of the larger trees and managed to sneak up behind his lover, judging that they had plenty of time before the sun rose, and didn’t have to be in any hurry to get home. Reaching up to brush the now-long hair back from David’s neck, he licked sensuously over the slightly salty warm skin and let the tips of his fangs run lightly just beneath David’s ear. “You look incredibly, amazingly sexy under the moonlight you know,” Craig whispered as his hands worked their way between his lover’s body and the tree and slid underneath his shirt. “I find myself forgetting to feed when I see you…all I can think about it how it feels to be inside you - how hot and wet and tight you are….” One hand moved down into David’s pants and tugged lightly at his already-rigid flesh. “And sometimes, I just can’t wait long enough to get you home…”

David sucked in a breath as sharp fangs grazed his skin and he moaned when a questing hand slid down into his loose fitting pants. “Then don’t wait,” he whispered pushing his hips back against the already rigid flesh behind him. His own hands reached back to caress his lover’s sides through the thin shirt he wore. “Need you, love,” he whispered moving his hips again. They’d already made love earlier in the evening and he was still open and ready for his lover.

A whimper fell from Craig’s lips as David’s backside pressed against him and he wrapped his fingers around the length resting against the palm of his hand, squeezing hard. It took him only moments to push his lover’s pants down past his knees, and then tug his own down, all with only one hand. His arousal was leaking profusely, thin, clear drops of fluid seeping from the tip and dampening the delicate, puckered skin of his lover’s entrance as he positioned himself. His fangs sank into the pulsing artery on the side of his ‘victim’s’ neck, piercing deeply as he pushed past the small guardian muscle and buried itself deep inside David’s body. Feeding from one another was always erotic and an activity they shared purely for mutual pleasure, and with no others, either human or vampires. Craig hadn’t fed from another human since he’d turned David, and didn’t plan on ever doing so again.

Oddly enough, despite their hunger for each other, both in blood, body and soul, there were never any scars, and never any lingering weakness afterward. The only scars on Craig’s body were from the times he cut his wrist or neck to save his lover, always there as a reminder of how close they’d come to losing one another, and always a reminder of how precious the love they shared was to them both. The other marks where fangs had pierced flawless skin healed quickly, and they often spent hours on end simply teasing one another with their teeth and mouths. Now, however, Craig wasn’t teasing. He was buried cock-deep and fang-deep inside David’s body, completely lost to everything else, eyes closed and arms holding his lover tight against him as he began to move.

David cried out into the night air from the dual sensation of sharp fangs piercing him and his lover’s shaft being buried deep inside him. His muscles contracted for only a moment around the intrusion but quickly relaxed, and he moved his hips encouraging his lover to take him. His head remained tipped back against Craig’s shoulder, loving the feeling of being connected with his lover in such a way. The pain of the initial bite had become a welcome thing, because the pleasure that followed was unlike anything David had ever known. It connected them on a level neither of them could have expected. They could feel everything the other felt, hear one another’s thoughts, and know each other’s pleasure and desires without words. David shifted his hips with each thrust, pulling his lover deeper, crying out as each perfectly timed, deep thrust brushed against his sweet spot, sending sparks of desire shimmering throughout his body. “Yes, love,” he moaned softly, his fingertips digging into Craig’s hips. “Oh, Gods…”

Driven completely wild by his lover’s movements and words, and the steady, ever-increasing pressure of strong fingers on his skin, Craig stroked David’s sex with one hand as the other burrowed under his shirt to rest over his heart, bringing a touch of tenderness to their coupling that was sometimes a combination of uncontrollable lust and need and lovemaking all rolled into one. He drank deeply from the willing, beloved body before him, thrusting so hard David’s feet were lifted off the ground with each inward motion and the tree was often all that was keeping them both standing. //Love you, love you, love you…// The words were in Craig’s mind, but he knew well enough that David could hear and feel them, and the complex, unexplainable connection binding them together made him all the more aroused. //Don’t hold back, love, don’t wait…//

David’s eyes were closed, but his senses couldn’t have been more heightened than when he made love with Craig. It was like everything around them was a part of them; their hearts beat in unison, as was every intake of breath. His lover was pounding into him, lifting him off his feet, taking him with a sheer primal need, but at the same time he could feel every ounce of love they shared. It was an incredible feeling to know after all these years he could still drive his lover to such passionate responses. David could feel Craig’s words, could hear them as clearly as if he were speaking them against his ear. //I love you too…so much.// When he was granted permission to let go though, David did, his hips met every powerful thrust and then thrust forward into the tight fist surrounding his aching length. It was sheer ecstasy and within moments he felt his release build, his muscles tense, and then suddenly he cried out, his release spilling from him, coating his lover’s hand and the tree before him.

No matter how hard he tried, Craig could never hold on past David’s release, the mere sound of his lover loosing control and clenching around him always driving him over the edge only moments afterward. With a final thrust up into muscles that were now impossibly tighter, he came hard, his soft, helpless cries muffled against David’s neck as his cock pulsed and released his seed deep inside the gripping channel. Still holding David close even as he struggled to stay upright on now-trembling limbs, he carefully withdrew his fangs, then licked and kissed at the marks he’d made. His hand stilled on now oversensitive flesh and he leaned forward, breathing heavily against his lover’s skin as they both struggled to regain their senses. //Gods, I love making love to you…there’s nothing like it in the world.//

The feeling of Craig’s release seemed to make his own last longer, and David’s hips continued to shift with his lover, his muscles milking every drop from him. He felt sharp fangs withdraw, and moaned, as a warm soft tongue licked at the marks, even as they sealed of their own accord. Neither of them understood it, but they’d accepted it over the years. He never felt drained after they’d done this…feeding as they made love, he actually felt invigorated and when he asked Craig, he said much the same.

They were both winded and struggling to catch their breath and he smiled as he heard his lover’s words inside his mind. Turning in now trembling arms, David wrapped his around Craig as they rested against the strong tree. “I was hoping you were hunting for more than rabbits tonight,” he grinned as he leaned forward and licked at a drop of blood staining the corner of his lover’s mouth.

Craig shuddered as David leaned forward and licked at his own blood, then leaned forward and kissed his lover soundly. “The rabbits got off easy tonight,” he murmured. “I couldn’t quit thinking about you long enough to sneak up on them. I think they could tell, though….I swear one of the ones I’ve fed off of for the last few weeks is starting to enjoy it, and looked rather disappointed when you went darting by and I turned to follow.”

David returned the deep kiss and then found himself smiling as his lover spoke. “I’m not sure I can handle the jealousy of a rabbit,” he grinned. “But I certainly enjoy it when you feed from me.” He kissed Craig tenderly and then drew back and pulled his lover’s fingers up to touch the wounds that were hardly visible now. “Once my legs stop shaking we should go back, the sun will be rising soon.”

“Hmmm…I’m glad you like it,” Craig laughed as looked up at the sky and nodded in agreement. He knelt down, pressed a kiss to the still wet tip of David’s cock and licked it clean before pulling his lover’s pants back up, then reaching for his own. “You’re right though….I always seem to lose track of time when I’m making love to you. It’s a bad habit, but one I don’t intend on breaking any time soon.” Embracing his lover again as he spoke, Craig sighed and looked toward their home, which wasn’t all that far away. “Ian will be….” he paused, laughing as he heard the old servant’s voice reminding them of the time, “…worried.”

David moaned, feeling his spent arousal twitch as his lover cleaned him and then smiled as he was wrapped in strong arms again. Before he could answer his lover, they both heard Ian’s voice calling to them from the rear courtyard and he laughed with Craig. Their hands entwined and they walked the short distance to their home they’d shared the last twenty years and they’d decided that this may well be the last home they would have after all the years of moving around the world. “I bet he’s already run a bath for us…perhaps it’ll be my turn to taste you, my love,” David whispered as he leaned close and licked at Craig’s neck, nipping him with his teeth.

Incredibly, Craig’s sex twitched with interest at the not-so-innocent gesture and he closed his eyes for a moment, already anxious for their bath…and getting clean was the last thing on his mind. Tugging on David’s hand and hurrying them up a bit, they were soon just inside the door of their home, where Ian had candles lit leading towards the bathroom and the large, often used Jacuzzi tub they could spend hour after hour making love in. “As always,” he said as he tugged David’s shirt over his head, and then his own, “I’m all yours - down to the last drop of blood in my veins.”

The End.