tampered | Log: Complete

Current Mood: chipper

Log: Complete

When: January 25, Anti-angst day.
Rating: ~~PG-13 potentially revised upwards R, wandering off toward~~ NC-17 now
Characters: Walter Dornez (

dark_butler) and Girlycard (

tinyvampiregod)
Summary: Anti-angst day has the ordinarily truculent Walter in an excellent mood. So much so that he agrees to go out for a hunt with Girlycard.
Log:

Walter had a spring in his step as he went to find Alucard. It had been the best day he could remember, possibly ever. The thing that would make the day better would be something hot and fresh, and the company of another old friend.

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He suckled the head for a moment, clever tongue slipping around to find the smears of blood and clean them off with a slightly rough tongue.

One hand remained on Walter's hip and the other slid to the base of his erection, thumb stroking the underside of Walter's shaft while Alucard sucked.

Finally, he began to take a little more into his mouth, then pull back, then move down, licking his tongue. The hand soon joined, pumping up to meet lips, then back down.

Walter's chin dropped to his chest while he watched Alucard work. He pulled the hair away from the little vampire's face and murmured wordless encouragement, grateful for the self-control of a seventy year old man, even if the body didn't match.

Catching Walter's eyes, the smaller vampire drew sharp points of fangs down the length of Walter's erection as he suckeled it deep into his throat.

With a choked laugh, he winked.

Walter's answering laugh broke off in a sucked in his and groan. God, when Alucard had done that so many years ago the thrill of life- and soul-threatening danger was often enough to push him right over the edge. The frisson of remembered fear jerked his hips forward, thrusting deeper into the warm constriction of the vampire's throat.

He moaned around the length of Walter's erection as it pushed to the back of his throat. Sucking hard for a moment, the vampire pulled back, flicking his tongue up the vein on the underside.

Elsewhere in the City, clocks clicked over to midnight, but Walter was oblivious to any changes that might have brought about.

Fast. He'd said fast, hadn't he? He wanted more now and to Hell with please. His fingers closed into a fist in Alucard's hair and pulled, urging the vampire to stand again.

With a nip at the head of Walter's shaft, in reprimand for the hair pulling, Alucard rose, "Someone forgot to say please." And wrinkled his upper lip, flashing fang, but insinuating himself against Walter, blissfully unawares there was a curse at all.

With a growl that might have been a comment on please, Walter effortlessly lifted Alucard off the ground with a grip on his backside and pressed his back against the cold concrete wall. With the vampire pinned between his body and the wall, Walter thrust his hips, his saliva-slicked erection sliding roughly along Alucard's perineum.

Wrapping legs tightly around Walter's waist, he leaned in, panting hot, blood soaked breath against the other vampire's ear.

"Hard, Angel," Then an exhale that might have been 'please.' Arching his spine off the wall, his head fell back, hips turning up, seeking to sheath Walter.

A tilt of hips, eyes half-closed in concentration, and a sharp thrust and Alucard had his wish. Walter didn't give him time to adjust, drawing back for another hard thrust, followed by another, mercilessly driving himself into the other vampire.

The curse's absence may not have changed Walter's desire for Alucard, but it made it harsher without doubt.

Knees clenched bruisingly into Walter's ribs as the hard thrusting started. His arms slid around Walter's neck, nails digging hard into the flesh.

To egg the predator in Walter on, Alucard gave off some little, helpless sounds of pleasure, clenching hard on the other vampire.

That egged on the predator in Walter. So much so that he was a hair's breadth from sinking teeth into Alucard's shoulder. The harder he forced himself into Alucard's body, the harder Alucard tightened around him, the more of those little sounds he heard in his ear, the harder it was for him to restrain himself. He hardly knew why he was bothering.

He was enjoying the force, the hard feel of Walter filling him, then withdrawing. Pain intertwined with pleasure until each heightened the other. Tiny fangs slid over the column of Walter's neck, needle sharp at the tips where they rested on an undead jugular.

Walter dug his fingers into the muscles of Alucard's backside, nails drawing crescents of blood he would likely lick away later. Nostrils flared and a feral growl escaped him either in reaction to the threat at his throat or the skin just under his teeth.

"Naughty boy. ." Alucard purred breathlessly, words a caress of breath at Walter's throat, jaws widening as though to bite, flexing teeth against the flesh in time with the hard clench he gave, tightening his muscles in a stranglehold on Walter's shaft, fighting to keep the other man inside.

Too much. Walter grunted and snapped his teeth closed. He'd tried - some deeper, rational part of himself had tried not to bite, but a vampire's instinct, impending orgasm, and the as-yet-unnoticed aftermath of the day's curse had left the rational minority getting steamrolled.

[ooc: I'm sure there's a way to get out of this without Walter actually getting any blood, but the guy's just not thinking past the vampire part right that moment.]

Knowing that Walter was near the edge of biting, Alucard slid one leg down to his hip, heel pulling back then slamming into the joint, trying to ride the Angel to the floor.

Walter went to one knee when it buckled and brought the other down to kneel with Alucard on his lap. The more experienced vampire had timed things correctly, and Walter's head fell back again as he came with a naked groan, hips thrusting upward with a force that would have damaged a human.

With one dainty hand, Alucard threaded fingers through Walter's hair and connected their lips, knees on either side of the other vampire's hips. Continuing to ride Walter, milking him to the last.

One arm around Alucard's waist, the other holding his head in place, the press of mouths was less a kiss than another penetration. Walter pressed his tongue insistently between the other vampire's lips, relishing the taste of old and new blood and stroking over those little fangs with all the attention Alucard had given him before Walter had picked him up off the ground.

Rather enjoying Walter's newfound dominant streak, Alucard allowed the penetration of his mouth, the ravaging of his fangs.

Walter released Alucard's head and slid his hand down between their bodies, closing his fingers around the other vampire's shaft and stroking roughly. The vampire had said "hard" and Walter wasn't even a little bit interested in gentle anyway even as the last aftershock of climax started to fade away.

The smaller vampire arched back lithely, thrusting hips up into Walter's hand. "Oh no, Angel, not this way, I am going to ride you like a pony."

Walter leaned forward and nipped hard at one of Alucard's nipples, following that with a slow sweep of his oh so very long tongue.

"You didn't say 'please.'"

"When have I ever. ." And leaned forward, sighing at the nip before lunging forward, attempting to tackle Walter down.

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