Heirot

Atul laughed. "So she is," he mused, tilting his head to nip at the vampire's neck. "We're still connected to her..." His hands slid down and he hooked his thumbs in the vampire's pants, sliding them down an inch. The link to Tenele was quieter than Vlad's so he wondered if that meant she was sleeping. He pushed up with his whole body and twisted to fall back down, so that Vlad would land on his back against the stone.

Vlad huffed out a frustrated groan as he wound up pinned on his back and no longer able to press down over the king's body at will. "She may have some strange dreams," Vlad observed, clawing at Atul's shoulders to drag him back down over him.

Atul grinned. "Yes, strange indeed..." He trailed his lips down Vlad's neck and chest, kissing down to the lip of his pants. He took the fabric in his fingers and drug it slowly down as he knelt in the sand. His mouth never left Vlad's flesh. He discarded the garment to the side. He dragged his teeth across Vlad's lower abdomen, near his naval, and then lower and lower. He took Vlad in his hand, and then let his mouth do the rest.

Vlad stretched back in restless anticipation as he realized what Atul was doing. It felt amazing to have the bare stone at his back and Atul's mouth trailing hot moisture over his skin. Then he felt the man's hand, and his mouth...

He moaned, low and seductive, as that firm heat sucked him in. Vlad arched his neck up enough to watch in stunned admiration as the king's mouth and hands slid over him. "Shit," he murmured. He was impossibly turned on, and everything Atul did felt so absurdly good. The vampire's hips bucked hungrily against the man's agonizingly patient rhythm. "Faster, he made it a command, albeit an extremely sexy one.

Atul obliged, working with great skill to bring the vampire exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. It helped that Atul was inside his head, feeling what he was feeling. It was less distracting than he expected. His free hand slid up Vlad's stomach, palm flat over muscle, and then back down.

Vlad's breath grew quick and tight with ecstasy. Moaning low and feral, he dug his hands into the sides of the stone he lay on. Claws slowly extended as the intensity grew, and he dug them hard into the rock, craving every sensation and every contact. "Atul," he groaned. He felt too good to move or even arch up to look anymore. He lay back across the stone, panting and gasping. He wanted more. "Come...here," he managed to purr while his body thrummed with the half-gods attention.

Atul kissed his way up Vlad's body slowly, pressing in against him. He pressed his hands against the stone on either side of the vampire's head. "Yes?" he asked, nibbling on Vlad's neck and then his ear. "Was I not pleasing?"

Vlad's neon eyes shut tight in concentration as those warm lips drew over his neck and ear. He reached up and grabbed Atul's ass with both hands, hauling him firmly down against his almost painfully swollen member. Vlad bent his knees reflexively, drawing his thighs apart to increase their contact. "You know damn well what it was for me," he sighed into the man's ear. He placed his mouth over Atul's neck, sucking hard, until his mouth bruised the warm skin. "Do... do what you do," he asked tightly as he pressed his body up into Atul's.

Atul ground himself against Vlad, before finally pushing away. He was forceful with the vampire in the way he made him turn around and crushed him into the rough rock. He bit Vlad's shoulder hard, biting down his spine until he bit the vampire firmly on the ass, all the wall working his own pants off. He pressed back in, moving Vlad's legs where he wanted them. One hand as his guide, the other slid up and down Vlad's spine, then he reached around and grabbed hold of his member, just as he drove himself inward.

"Ah!" He grunted in agony as Atul pushed inside him. It hurt like hell, but he immediately wanted more. Vlad thrust back hard against the king's movement, forcing him as deep as he could go. He punctuated the movement with a sharp, needful cry. "So good..." Vlad held very still while his body shuddered to accept this new force inside it. At the same time, he didn't want to be still. He wanted that firm pressure, right up inside him, where that bundle of nerves met deep and sensitive. He wanted to be ripped open and made whole at the same time. "Y...es..." he barely managed the focus for speech, hoping that would be enough encouragement for Atul.

Atul didn't hold back against the vampire, or have fear of hurting him. He moved as fast and as hard as his body would allow, which was a good deal harder than any normal human ever could. "Like that?" he asked Vlad huskily, pressing his lips to the vampire's back.

* * *

Tenele moaned in her sleep, her breathing quick. She turned in the hammock, toes curling. Stalker's ears perked and he gave a perplexed stair up at the bottom of the canvas.

Vlad cried out sharply, as close to a real cry of pain as he'd ever made for the man. But his hard-on jerked desperately against the king's tight grip, thrusting against his fingers. "Yes...just like that..." His agonized groans grew thicker and more passionate, each thrust breaking through the barriers he liked to keep up and laying him bare to his lover. He cursed, he growled, he moaned things in his passion too embarrassing to ever repeat later.

Atul moaned at Vlad's words, keeping up the momentum he desired. It felt so good. So impossibly good. He drove onwards until he felt his limit approaching. He pressed in closer and his grip tightened around Vlad. "I'm close," he huffed, his hand working faster. "So good..."

Vlad's nerves coiled around Atul's touch, ever tighter. The man's impassioned voice brought things low in Vlad's body aching and tight, craving every thrust and helpless to control the immensity of the sensation now that the landslide had started. "Don't stop...harder..." Vlad snarled breathlessly, and then ground out an impassioned yelp as his request was granted. He was falling over the edge. No, he was being drop-kicked over the edge. "I'm...now..." he barely pressed out the words, the sensation suffocating and intense.

Atul buried himself all-too deep in Vlad with a mighty roar, cresting over his climax. He growled like a beast as his weight pressed in against Vlad and he worked the vampire's member, determined to keep doing that until he begged for mercy.

* * *

Tenele came awake with a pleasured cry, wide-eyed from shock and confusion. She heaved in hot air through her lungs as fire burned through her body and the need to touch to be touched was like torture. Stalker hopped up and looked at her curiously, while she fumbled to get out of the hammock and stand. To walk or pace... What the hell was that? What sort of dream does THAT?