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skidmo_fic) wrote2009-12-12 02:57 pm
skidmo_fic) wrote2009-12-12 02:57 pm
Blood (NC-17)
Title: Blood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tesla/Dan Dreiberg (Nite Owl II, Watchmen) (RP fic)
Word Count: 1495
Warning: none
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly.
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Dan bleeds a lot.
A/N: I asked for smut prompts. This one came from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theangstmonkey: Dan/Nikola, blood
Dan bleeds a lot.
It’s in the nature of his work, of course, but it does make things…interesting for Nikola.
He still goes out with Dan on occasion, mostly, he’ll admit, because he loves the way Dan reacts to seeing him in costume.
Most nights, though, work a lot like this night. Nikola’s working in the lab space they’d cleared for him in the Owl’s Nest, when Dan comes back from patrol.
He hears Dan before anything else, of course, hears Archie coming back through the tunnel. And some nights, he hears Dan’s heartbeat once Archie’s powered down. (Always a struggle those nights. Always a fight with himself not to give in. Dan’s still only human, even if Nikola is almost positive he could convince Dan to let him feed.)
And some nights, when Archie’s hatch opens, before Dan even steps out, Nikola can smell him.
It takes every ounce of willpower he possesses not to jump up and run to Dan, be at his side in a blur. He takes a moment to steady himself, makes himself clean and put away his tools, cover whatever project he’s working on, and stand slowly.
Dan is usually busy going through his post-flight procedure with Archie, and sometimes Nikola lets him.
Sometimes, though, when he hasn’t fed in a few days, when he’s due for another dose of medication, he simply can’t wait, and though he’s been patient so far, he’s on Dan in a moment, wiry arms wrapping around Dan’s waist, pulling him back bodily.
“Naked,” he growls, his voice commanding, though just this side of pleading.
“Nikola,” Dan murmurs, and Nikola wonders if Dan still struggles with himself too. “Let me finish.”
“Now,” Nikola growls again, already pulling at Dan’s costume.
Sometimes Dan doesn’t give in. Sometimes he pushes Nikola away so he can finish his checks. (And sometimes when he does, Nikola snaps at him and storms out of the brownstone, slamming the door behind him even though he’s not sure Dan can hear it all the way down in the Nest.)
Tonight, though, Dan pulls himself carefully from Nikola’s arms and turns to face the vampire. “Go upstairs,” he says. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
Nikola wants him. Now. Not in a couple of minutes. And the scent of Dan’s blood is so sharp in his nostrils that it takes everything in him to comply.
“Two minutes,” he says, leaning in to kiss Dan deep and hard, hoping it leaves Dan breathless. “Don’t make me wait.”
And he’s gone, up the stairs in a flash, shedding clothing as he goes.
By the time Dan gets up to the bedroom, Nikola is completely naked, and Dan stands in the doorway in his boxers and t-shirt.
“Naked,” Nikola says again, sliding off the bed and moving closer to Dan, his breathing quick and shallow.
Dan complies quickly, and as soon as the first cut is revealed, long and angry-red across his bicep, Nikola closes the distance between them. One arm snakes around Dan’s waist as Nikola leans in, dragging his tongue over the cut, closing his eyes as the taste of Dan—bright, coppery, energetic, so much more Daniel than even his semen—bursts across his tongue.
He’s hardly aware of Dan’s movements as he struggles to remove his boxers without pushing Nikola away. And Nikola keeps himself pressed against Dan as he licks and sucks, drawing out as much blood as he can, but it’s not enough. The cut has already started to heal, so Nikola moves on to the next, sniffing it out, finding a nasty scrape on the small of Dan’s back. There are only a few drops of blood there, but Nikola drops to his knees anyway, lapping them up eagerly, earning a gratifying hiss from Dan as he does.
“N-nikola,” Dan gasps, reaching for the doorpost to steady himself.
Nikola just hums in response, dragging his tongue slowly over the abused skin, drawing another hiss and a soft moan from Dan. It still isn’t enough, though, so he noses out another spot, this time finding a darkening bruise with a scrape across it on Dan’s hip. He looks up at Dan, his eyes gone black from the blood, smirking slightly when Dan looks back, his own pupils threatening to blot out the color in his eyes.
The scrape on Dan’s hip is too small to give Nikola what he really wants, and the blood from the bruise, resting just under Dan’s skin is so, so, so very tempting, Nikola finds himself rationalizing. It isn’t feeding. Not really. Nikola didn’t do the damage, and he won’t be able to take enough to really constitute feeding.
And it’s so easy to let his teeth—not sharpened, not vampiric—scrape across Dan’s skin, catching on the abrasion, tearing the skin a little more. Spurred on by Dan’s responding groan, by his fingers in Nikola’s hair, by the rushing in Nikola’s ears from blood filling Dan’s cock, he catches the skin again, deliberately tearing it this time, groaning himself as the blood seeps into his mouth.
His hand slides up Dan’s thigh, a faint current in his fingertips as they travel closer to Dan’s erection, not yet touching it, sliding along his hip, between his legs. Dan’s hips arch sharply when those electric fingers brush over his balls, and he curses under his breath, fingers tightening in Nikola’s hair.
Nikola keeps sucking at Dan’s hip, knowing it will deepen the bruise, maybe even spread it further, but the taste is so intoxicating, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s left his mark on Dan. His fingers move back further, teasing at Dan’s entrance, the tip of one just barely pushing in. Dan tenses at first, as he always does, and Nikola suspects he has to force himself to relax each time. It’s almost amusing.
Once Dan has relaxed, though, Nikola pushes his long finger in further, knowing the burn of entering him without lube will actually help Dan’s arousal rather than diminishing it, and Dan doesn’t disappoint.
He so rarely does.
At Dan’s groan, Nikola sucks harder, drawing as much blood as he can into his mouth as he pushes another finger into Dan, curling them, scissoring them, every moan and whimper from Dan’s lips getting him harder, making him want Dan that much more. The way Dan responds, Nikola would almost think it was Dan’s cock he was sucking rather than the bruise left by some unnamed ruffian.
Eventually, he pulls away, streaks of Dan’s blood smeared across his face as he stands, nodding towards the bed.
Dan doesn’t even need to be asked. He moves to the bed and crawls onto it. “How do you want me?” he asks, his voice dark, almost desperate.
“On your back,” Nikola says. As visceral as it is, as primal, to take Dan from behind, he does love the expressions on Dan’s face as he sinks into him.
He makes a brief stop at the nightstand to pull out the tube of lubricant, wondering vaguely how Dan feels about have little hints of their sex life stashed around his house.
He doesn’t wonder long, though, quickly squeezing some lubricant into his hand, slicking his cock and climbing onto the bed between Dan’s legs. He keeps his eyes on Dan’s face as he pulls one of Dan’s legs up over his shoulder and pushes into the younger man, groaning at the heat and tightness as Dan groans at the pain.
There’s another cut, another bruise, just below Dan’s knee, and Nikola turns his head to suck on it as he thrusts.
He always has to hold back with Dan. With anyone really. But Dan is one of those special few who let him go just a bit farther, just a bit harder.
And he does because, on occasion, it’s something they both need.
So he fucks Dan hard and deep, as hard and deep as he dares, enough that Dan will likely feel him not just tomorrow but for several days.
Dan’s blood is on his tongue, and he wraps his hand around Dan’s erection, stroking him roughly, wanting to watch him come undone, see his face when he finally comes.
It doesn’t take long. Dan’s fingers are buried in Nikola’s hair, and his back arches, his eyes squeezed shut as he comes with a groan of Nikola’s name. Which is all it takes to push Nikola over the edge, hearing his name on Dan’s lips, knowing he did this, he put that look on Dan’s face.
It takes them both a moment to recover enough to speak, and when they can, Dan turns to Nikola and murmurs. “Christ, I won’t be able to walk.”
Nikola grins lazily at this admission. “Maybe you should stay in tonight.”
“Maybe,” Dan says, and they both know he won’t. What would the city be without its hero?
And anyway, maybe he’ll be bloody again when he comes back.
fin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tesla/Dan Dreiberg (Nite Owl II, Watchmen) (RP fic)
Word Count: 1495
Warning: none
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly.
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Dan bleeds a lot.
A/N: I asked for smut prompts. This one came from
theangstmonkey: Dan/Nikola, bloodDan bleeds a lot.
It’s in the nature of his work, of course, but it does make things…interesting for Nikola.
He still goes out with Dan on occasion, mostly, he’ll admit, because he loves the way Dan reacts to seeing him in costume.
Most nights, though, work a lot like this night. Nikola’s working in the lab space they’d cleared for him in the Owl’s Nest, when Dan comes back from patrol.
He hears Dan before anything else, of course, hears Archie coming back through the tunnel. And some nights, he hears Dan’s heartbeat once Archie’s powered down. (Always a struggle those nights. Always a fight with himself not to give in. Dan’s still only human, even if Nikola is almost positive he could convince Dan to let him feed.)
And some nights, when Archie’s hatch opens, before Dan even steps out, Nikola can smell him.
It takes every ounce of willpower he possesses not to jump up and run to Dan, be at his side in a blur. He takes a moment to steady himself, makes himself clean and put away his tools, cover whatever project he’s working on, and stand slowly.
Dan is usually busy going through his post-flight procedure with Archie, and sometimes Nikola lets him.
Sometimes, though, when he hasn’t fed in a few days, when he’s due for another dose of medication, he simply can’t wait, and though he’s been patient so far, he’s on Dan in a moment, wiry arms wrapping around Dan’s waist, pulling him back bodily.
“Naked,” he growls, his voice commanding, though just this side of pleading.
“Nikola,” Dan murmurs, and Nikola wonders if Dan still struggles with himself too. “Let me finish.”
“Now,” Nikola growls again, already pulling at Dan’s costume.
Sometimes Dan doesn’t give in. Sometimes he pushes Nikola away so he can finish his checks. (And sometimes when he does, Nikola snaps at him and storms out of the brownstone, slamming the door behind him even though he’s not sure Dan can hear it all the way down in the Nest.)
Tonight, though, Dan pulls himself carefully from Nikola’s arms and turns to face the vampire. “Go upstairs,” he says. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
Nikola wants him. Now. Not in a couple of minutes. And the scent of Dan’s blood is so sharp in his nostrils that it takes everything in him to comply.
“Two minutes,” he says, leaning in to kiss Dan deep and hard, hoping it leaves Dan breathless. “Don’t make me wait.”
And he’s gone, up the stairs in a flash, shedding clothing as he goes.
By the time Dan gets up to the bedroom, Nikola is completely naked, and Dan stands in the doorway in his boxers and t-shirt.
“Naked,” Nikola says again, sliding off the bed and moving closer to Dan, his breathing quick and shallow.
Dan complies quickly, and as soon as the first cut is revealed, long and angry-red across his bicep, Nikola closes the distance between them. One arm snakes around Dan’s waist as Nikola leans in, dragging his tongue over the cut, closing his eyes as the taste of Dan—bright, coppery, energetic, so much more Daniel than even his semen—bursts across his tongue.
He’s hardly aware of Dan’s movements as he struggles to remove his boxers without pushing Nikola away. And Nikola keeps himself pressed against Dan as he licks and sucks, drawing out as much blood as he can, but it’s not enough. The cut has already started to heal, so Nikola moves on to the next, sniffing it out, finding a nasty scrape on the small of Dan’s back. There are only a few drops of blood there, but Nikola drops to his knees anyway, lapping them up eagerly, earning a gratifying hiss from Dan as he does.
“N-nikola,” Dan gasps, reaching for the doorpost to steady himself.
Nikola just hums in response, dragging his tongue slowly over the abused skin, drawing another hiss and a soft moan from Dan. It still isn’t enough, though, so he noses out another spot, this time finding a darkening bruise with a scrape across it on Dan’s hip. He looks up at Dan, his eyes gone black from the blood, smirking slightly when Dan looks back, his own pupils threatening to blot out the color in his eyes.
The scrape on Dan’s hip is too small to give Nikola what he really wants, and the blood from the bruise, resting just under Dan’s skin is so, so, so very tempting, Nikola finds himself rationalizing. It isn’t feeding. Not really. Nikola didn’t do the damage, and he won’t be able to take enough to really constitute feeding.
And it’s so easy to let his teeth—not sharpened, not vampiric—scrape across Dan’s skin, catching on the abrasion, tearing the skin a little more. Spurred on by Dan’s responding groan, by his fingers in Nikola’s hair, by the rushing in Nikola’s ears from blood filling Dan’s cock, he catches the skin again, deliberately tearing it this time, groaning himself as the blood seeps into his mouth.
His hand slides up Dan’s thigh, a faint current in his fingertips as they travel closer to Dan’s erection, not yet touching it, sliding along his hip, between his legs. Dan’s hips arch sharply when those electric fingers brush over his balls, and he curses under his breath, fingers tightening in Nikola’s hair.
Nikola keeps sucking at Dan’s hip, knowing it will deepen the bruise, maybe even spread it further, but the taste is so intoxicating, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s left his mark on Dan. His fingers move back further, teasing at Dan’s entrance, the tip of one just barely pushing in. Dan tenses at first, as he always does, and Nikola suspects he has to force himself to relax each time. It’s almost amusing.
Once Dan has relaxed, though, Nikola pushes his long finger in further, knowing the burn of entering him without lube will actually help Dan’s arousal rather than diminishing it, and Dan doesn’t disappoint.
He so rarely does.
At Dan’s groan, Nikola sucks harder, drawing as much blood as he can into his mouth as he pushes another finger into Dan, curling them, scissoring them, every moan and whimper from Dan’s lips getting him harder, making him want Dan that much more. The way Dan responds, Nikola would almost think it was Dan’s cock he was sucking rather than the bruise left by some unnamed ruffian.
Eventually, he pulls away, streaks of Dan’s blood smeared across his face as he stands, nodding towards the bed.
Dan doesn’t even need to be asked. He moves to the bed and crawls onto it. “How do you want me?” he asks, his voice dark, almost desperate.
“On your back,” Nikola says. As visceral as it is, as primal, to take Dan from behind, he does love the expressions on Dan’s face as he sinks into him.
He makes a brief stop at the nightstand to pull out the tube of lubricant, wondering vaguely how Dan feels about have little hints of their sex life stashed around his house.
He doesn’t wonder long, though, quickly squeezing some lubricant into his hand, slicking his cock and climbing onto the bed between Dan’s legs. He keeps his eyes on Dan’s face as he pulls one of Dan’s legs up over his shoulder and pushes into the younger man, groaning at the heat and tightness as Dan groans at the pain.
There’s another cut, another bruise, just below Dan’s knee, and Nikola turns his head to suck on it as he thrusts.
He always has to hold back with Dan. With anyone really. But Dan is one of those special few who let him go just a bit farther, just a bit harder.
And he does because, on occasion, it’s something they both need.
So he fucks Dan hard and deep, as hard and deep as he dares, enough that Dan will likely feel him not just tomorrow but for several days.
Dan’s blood is on his tongue, and he wraps his hand around Dan’s erection, stroking him roughly, wanting to watch him come undone, see his face when he finally comes.
It doesn’t take long. Dan’s fingers are buried in Nikola’s hair, and his back arches, his eyes squeezed shut as he comes with a groan of Nikola’s name. Which is all it takes to push Nikola over the edge, hearing his name on Dan’s lips, knowing he did this, he put that look on Dan’s face.
It takes them both a moment to recover enough to speak, and when they can, Dan turns to Nikola and murmurs. “Christ, I won’t be able to walk.”
Nikola grins lazily at this admission. “Maybe you should stay in tonight.”
“Maybe,” Dan says, and they both know he won’t. What would the city be without its hero?
And anyway, maybe he’ll be bloody again when he comes back.
fin