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FIC: Drabble: Blood and Sex (ABVH)
Title: Blood and Sex
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Drabble
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damian/Nathaniel
Author’s note: G: gussy: dress elegantly, to decorate.
Summary: Damian does not desire Nathaniel, Damian does not desire Nathaniel, Damian…
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BLOOD AND SEX
Damian did not like the weres but he was stuck here as part of his Triumvirate with Nathaniel and Anita. Besides, he was bound to Anita anyway. He wanted to ignore Nathaniel. Nathaniel came out and smiled at him, that smile that made the women at the club melt.
With him all gussied up in tight leather that barely covered enough to keep it legal, Damian could certainly understand how they felt. The bond pulled at him, the need for blood pulled at him, Nathaniel pulled at him.
He felt no desire for males.
None.
He could smell the wereleopard’s blood and he wanted it. He was desperately ignoring the hard bulge in his conservative black pants. He tried to think of soft breasts, of smooth creamy thighs.
All he could think of was the feeling that he felt with Nathaniel and Anita, the harsh cry of Nathaniel’s voice, the scent of his sex as he’d spilled on the floor next to them.
Nathaniel was out the door, gone to work.
Damian unbuttoned his pants and pleasured himself as he had not done in more than an age, crying Nathaniel’s name as his cool seed spilled onto his pale hands.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Drabble
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Damian/Nathaniel
Author’s note: G: gussy: dress elegantly, to decorate.
Summary: Damian does not desire Nathaniel, Damian does not desire Nathaniel, Damian…
~~~
BLOOD AND SEX
Damian did not like the weres but he was stuck here as part of his Triumvirate with Nathaniel and Anita. Besides, he was bound to Anita anyway. He wanted to ignore Nathaniel. Nathaniel came out and smiled at him, that smile that made the women at the club melt.
With him all gussied up in tight leather that barely covered enough to keep it legal, Damian could certainly understand how they felt. The bond pulled at him, the need for blood pulled at him, Nathaniel pulled at him.
He felt no desire for males.
None.
He could smell the wereleopard’s blood and he wanted it. He was desperately ignoring the hard bulge in his conservative black pants. He tried to think of soft breasts, of smooth creamy thighs.
All he could think of was the feeling that he felt with Nathaniel and Anita, the harsh cry of Nathaniel’s voice, the scent of his sex as he’d spilled on the floor next to them.
Nathaniel was out the door, gone to work.
Damian unbuttoned his pants and pleasured himself as he had not done in more than an age, crying Nathaniel’s name as his cool seed spilled onto his pale hands.
~end~