Blood Offering

“Aah!” Cloud gasped as he slit his right middle finger with the knife. Vincent barely resisted the urge to violently throw him to the floor. Instead he grasped the wounded digit in one velvet hand and raised it to his lips. He drew the finger into his mouth and suckled it, savoring the sweet saltiness he craved and which was driving him into near frenzy.

When Vincent released it from his lips, Cloud traced bloody circles against his nipples, which looked black in the light from the fire. The contrast against his alabaster skin and the keen scent Vincent knew so well threatened to undo Vincent utterly. Vincent pushed Cloud down onto the white fur of the rug, sucking at his nipples. He licked them both clean and nipped them lightly, which drew a moan from Cloud.

Vincent found himself growing hard, and with it the blood hunger too was growing. He had drunk the blood of others before Cloud- but there was something about the taste this time. It was like an exotic intoxicant on his palate. He murmured “ I love the way your blood tastes when you give yourself to me. It makes me want to ravage you.”

Cloud responded with another moan as he drew his bleeding finger against his throat, drawing his legs upward, wider. Vincent found the control within himself slipping away- the voice of chaos competing with the blood hunger that was consuming him like a fire . The two were totally separate , yet he was spurred onward. Cloud had never offered him his throat before. Vincent could wait no longer. Out of habit, he reached out for the tube of lubricant he had tossed there earlier.

“No...ride me rough.” The words were said so quietly and sweetly Vincent almost thought he dreamed them. He needed no further invitation. He spread Cloud wide with his hands and then plunged himself inside, wresting a groan from the blondes parted lips. Vincent found himself panting, and the scent of Clouds blood found him unable to remain in control any longer.

With a growl he pulled Cloud towards him, and, while still thrusting, grasped the pale throat and bit.
Cloud cried out in pain and then swooned against him, and Vincent felt the hot life giving flood against his lips. He drank deeply as the fire in his loins began to build, tears forming faintly at the corners of his eyes.

“Love...you.” Cloud whispered, as Vincent felt himself spill. He cradled Cloud gently in his arms as he pressed a healing potion against his lips. Almost sated, he worried silently that next time he might go too far. He was not sure that his lover understood the price of being an immortal. It had saved him for certain, but Cloud.....

“Thank you, beloved, for your precious gift of life.” Vincent whispered in return, even as he yet again felt the brush of pale lips against his own.