Vampires, Dark Knights... And Smut
Part 4

Posted: June 2003
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Type: RPS
Characters: Viggo/Orlando, Karl/Dave
Timing: One year after Vampires, Dark Knights...And Smut Part 1

*****

9 pm, Harry's House

The night was not going well for David. His magic was spent after his fight with Fortibras; and Viggo, being a fledgling, had not been taught the teleportation spell yet. It took the injured Demon Hunter a full half hour to learn the spell and muster enough strength to open a portal to the Human World. Unluckily, Viggo's control of his powers left much to be desired. The pair was teleported to the Westside District instead of their intended destination.

At that point, even the Demon Hunter was too exhausted to use another spell; and the two vampires were stranded with no money and no means of transportation back to Harry's. In the end, it took the promise of a thousand dollars to convince a taxi driver to carry the two wounded demons to their destination. And of course, as the fates would have it, there had been an earlier accident on the winding highway leading to Pacific Hills, which quadrupled their traveling time.

Now, a full two hours late for his own big date, the blond vampire arrived at his friend's door with the injured Demon Hunter and a very excited taxi driver at his heels. "Hey, Harry, open up!" yelled David when the Jaguar did not opened the door fast enough for his liking.

"Wow, what happened to you two? And who is our new friend?" asked Harry as he gave his two friends a quick glance over.

"Taxi driver. I owe him a thousand dollars," replied the blond demon before turning to the man to ask, "You take checks, right?"

"No, cash only. Or we take this to the police!" said the taxi-driver agitatedly, thinking the vampire was trying to cheat him.

"Harry?"

"Okay, just wait a sec. I'll get the money. You and Vig should come in and start cleaning up," replied the Jaguar as he headed to his safe to retrieve the required sum. Today was indeed a day of surprises. First, Karl was all dressed up for the big date; now, he got to see the immaculate and cautious Dave looking disheveled and in need of his assistance.

Neither vampires moved, knowing that the taxi driver would want to keep them in sight until he got the money. A few minutes later, Harry emerged with a thousand dollars in cash and sent the human on his way. Only then, did the two injured demons enter the house and let out exhausted sighs. When the Jaguar gave them an inquisitive glance, David replied, "Don't. I'll tell you later."

"Okay, whatever you say. I guess you should take a shower and get ready. Karl had this evening planned to a tee, and you guys are running late. Come to my room when you are ready," said the Jaguar before returning to his room to tell the werewolf that his date had finally returned.

*****

David rushed out of the shower to answer an incessant knock on the door. The moment he opened the door, a grinning Orli pushed into the room and deposited himself on the bed. "So what are you wearing?"

"Something sleeveless. My shoulder hurts," replied the vampire in a matter-of-fact tone. The truth was the wound pained him during his shower as well; but he would NOT go on a date all bloody and filthy.

"That's not right. You know Karl spent the whole day getting ready for you!" protested the younger demon, frowning at his overly practical brother.

"Even if my body isn't protesting, I don't have many choices here, Orli. It's not my own house, you know," replied Dave, feeling a bit guilty for being so late and not properly prepared for his date. He was, however, very flattered by the werewolf's efforts. He would remember to give Karl a nice reward tonight before he slept.

"I took the liberty of going out to shop for you," smiled the younger vampire with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No, Orli. I am not wearing anything with ruffles or stripes or orange!" replied the blond demon resolutely, assuming the worst. He knew his little brother had a tendency to be a bit too flamboyant in his taste in 'formal' wear.

"Hey, give me some credit. I know only I can pull off orange ruffles," grinned Orli smugly as he went to the closet to retrieve his new acquisition.

"I am not going out in that!" exclaimed David indignantly, staring in horror at what his little brother claimed to be 'clothes'.

"Karl's going to love it. And it is short-sleeved!" replied the dark-haired vampire throwing the garments at his brother. "Come on, try it on."

The older vampire knew Orlando had a point about the werewolf loving the outfit. It was something that 'Karl's type' would wear. Dave supposed this would be his penance for being late. Besides, his fight with Fortibras taught him a lesson - things did not always turned out the way he planned. He needed to seize every opportunity life gave him before they passed him by. He would let go of his fears and try to allow his relationship with Karl to develop at a 'natural' pace. And given that he had pined for over a hundred years for the werewolf, it would only be 'natural' to want Karl's eyes glued to him for the entire evening. With a sigh, the blond vampire disappeared into the bathroom with his new clothes.

When David emerged, he warned, "If you laugh, I WILL kill you."

"You look great, Davie. Now go get Karl," smiled Orli as he shoved his brother out the door.

The younger vampire had a good feeling about tonight. He and Harry had a bet on whether Karl would jump Davie before the night was over. Given how incredibly hot his brother looked in his outfit, he was sure he would win. Grinning happily at the thought of being a hundred dollars richer, Orli returned to his own room; it was time to play nurse for his beloved Dark Knight.

*****

Harry's eyes almost popped out when he opened the door for his vampire friend. Dave was dressed in one of those revealing outfits from an erotic magazine, the type that was begging to be torn off. A tight black tank top hugged the blond demon's torso like a second skin, the curves of his supple muscles put on full display. Equally tight faded-blue jean shorts with as much rips as fabrics showcased Dave's attractive well-shaped legs, the roughness of the denim highlighting the velvet softness of the vampire's flawless skin. To balance the smoldering outfit was the blond demon's slightly shy and unsure expression, toning down the blatant sexiness to a more classy sensuality. All in all, Dave looked good enough to eat; and the Jaguar had a sinking feeling that he would lose his bet tonight. "Harry, you all right?"

It was several more minutes before the Jaguar recovered enough to speak. "Yeah. I'm fine." Barely able to turn his eyes away from the sizzling blond, Harry called to his werewolf friend. "Karl, Dave's here."

When Karl emerged from the room, all three demons continued to stand at the door mute. The seductive vampire had both were- animals mesmerized; while Dave himself was too busy admiring the vision of Karl dressed in full formal attire. The werewolf's shoulder length hair was slicked and tied back neatly, which made the sculpted beauty of his features more prominent. Karl's well- toned body filled to perfection the amber suit he wore, giving a tantalizing hint of sinewy muscles underneath the soft velvet. The outfit's earth tone colors complimented the werewolf's expressive hazel eyes, which shone with excitement as his full sensuous lips curved into the sweetest of smiles.

Harry, with the advantage of not being in love with either demon, was the first to recover. "Stop staring at each other and get moving. You might be able to salvage some of your evening plans if you hurry."

Startled out of his reverie, Karl smiled sheepishly as he hoped his arousal was not too prominent in his trousers. He had planned to take things slow tonight, to make Dave see that he could be trusted. In fact, he was determined to follow through with Harry's suggestion, to refuse intimacy unless the vampire was an equal partner in the act. But thanks to a meddling little demon named Orli, keeping to his goals would be more difficult than he thought. But Karl wanted Dave's heart more than anything else; he would put his lust under control even if it killed him.

"Shall we go, my dear?" asked the werewolf, holding out his right hand to Dave.

With a smile, Dave took the proffered hand and replied, "I'd love that, handsome."

*****

9:30pm, Hillcrest Restaurant

To say the evening was not going as Karl's plans was an understatement. They were two and a half hours late for their dinner reservation in the most exclusive and renowned restaurant in the city. And as if the universe was conspiring against them, Dave ran into one of his overly ambitious workaholic subordinates and was whisked away for a last minute discussion of a multimillion dollars proposal that was due tomorrow. Naturally, Karl was sent into the restaurant to claim their table and endured the maitre's wraith.

The werewolf was about to succeed in charming the man into seating them when Dave walked in. The poor maitre almost had a heart attack when he saw the vampire's state of dress. As soon as the man recovered, he threatened to have the couple removed if they did not disappear on their own at once. Karl was about to plead some more when his date put a hand on his arm and lead him away. So much for the werewolf's plan of a romantic dinner for two at an elegant place worthy of his beautiful vampire.

Since the couple never got into the restaurant, Dave never had the chance to hear the violinist and harpist Karl hired for the evening. To make things worse, the ninety-nine white orchids that the werewolf scrounged every florist shop in the city to find sat on their table inside, unclaimed. Flowers were the standard gift to one's date and Harry suggested getting white orchids, which symbolizes elegance. Since the first florist Karl spoke with informed him that ninety-nine roses meant 'I will love you all the days of my life', the werewolf had the 'brilliant idea' that giving Dave 99 white orchids would symbolize that he would love the vampire forever in whatever way the blond demon wanted him to. The thoughtful gesture, of course, was now wasted. As they drove towards their next destination, Karl wondered ruefully what else could go wrong tonight.

*****

Dave could see that his date was disappointed that they lost their dinner reservation. If he had known that Karl had planned the evening in accordance of one of his romantic fantasies, he would have dressed more appropriately. "I'm sorry about that."

"Huh?"

"You know, being dressed like this," replied Dave quietly with a shrug of one shoulder (since the other was hurt). "I mean, I'm always in business attire and I wanted tonight to be special. When Orli gave me this outfit, I just thought you might like it, and..."

"I do like it," replied Karl emphatically, carefully omitting that if he liked it anymore, the garments would no longer be on Dave. Flashing his date a loving smile, he pulled into the parking lot of the Salsa Club. Harry told him that the vampire was taking lessons with Orli there and would probably enjoy showing off his dancing skills. "We're here."

"You salsa?" asked the vampire, feeling only a tiny bit reassured that he had not ruined the evening for the werewolf.

"No, but I learn fast. Harry told me Orli had been dragging you to lessons. I thought you might like the practice," grinned Karl as he bounced out of the car, rushed to the other side and opened the door for his vampire.

Winding his arm around Karl's, Dave smiled, "Well, my right side is sore, so I guess you get to lead."

"Whatever you want, babe," said the werewolf as he led his dance partner into the club.

*****

They had been in the club for over an hour now; and Karl was extremely glad that nothing had gone wrong during that time. In fact, salsa dancing was a lot of fun. The werewolf learned very quickly the basic steps from Dave and observing the other leaders. He held his partner in a closed position most of the time, turning Dave occasionally to do a wrap or cuddle. Karl never thought 'ballroom dances' could be so unbelievably sexy. But the vampire's warm, happy gaze was enough to make his pants tight; compound that with the way Dave's smooth, slender legs moved perfectly to the beat, hips swiveling slightly with each step, Karl found it a miracle that he was able to control his lust and not jump the vampire right there on the dance floor.

Noticing the werewolf's flushed cheeks, Dave smiled and asked, "Want to go outside and get some cool air?" Since the vampire had decided that tonight was the night to trust again, some privacy would be nice. He had no intention of being thrown out of the Salsa Club for 'indecent behavior'.

"Sounds good," replied Karl with a nod, breaking their closed hold to lead the vampire outside.

*****

"It's a beautiful night," said the vampire as he walked arm-in-arm with his date around the manmade lake next to the club.

"Yes. But it's not half as beautiful as you," replied the werewolf sincerely, proud of himself for thinking of something romantic to say that might please Dave.

"I never knew you had such a smooth tongue," smiled Dave as he turned to look at the werewolf.

Before he could stop himself, Karl purred seductively, "If you give me a chance, I'll show you just how smooth my tongue can be."

When the vampire blushed, the werewolf quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way I said it. I mean, umm, ..."

Silencing Karl with a gentle finger, the vampire spoke, "It's okay, Karl. I've known you since you're a cub. I know how you're trying to be a sweet gentleman for me. And as grateful as I am for that, I'd rather have you be the way you always are. It's what made me fall in love with you in the first place."

It was a long while before the werewolf responded; and he did so with a roguish sparkle in his eye, "So, you're saying you won't mind if I kiss you right now?"

Whatever answer the vampire had was swallowed by Karl's hungry mouth upon his lips. With insistent pressure, the werewolf urged Dave's mouth open, tongue darting out to savor the velvet softness of the vampire's lips. Dave sighed softly to allow the chestnut-haired demon entry; and without further ado, Karl's tongue swept inside the hot cavern, marking it as his territory with gentle thrusts. Soon, the werewolf's tongue coaxed Dave's into becoming its playmate, the two waltzing languidly within the vampire's mouth. Clinging unto each other, the two kissed, slow yet passionate, until a loud jeer startled them, breaking the romantic ambiance of the moment.

"Hey, guys, look what we have here!"

The couple broke apart to find themselves surrounded by a group of drunken youths. The humans looked belligerent, but mostly harmless, carrying either spray paint cans or bottles of liquor. Though they had interrupted an intimate moment, Karl was going to have pity and not harm them too horribly. Their next words, however, changed the werewolf's mind. Eyes fixed on his Dave, the leader of the young men whistled lewdly before saying, "What's a hottie like you doing with a stiff like him? Come with us, and we'll show you a good time."

"I am having a good time," said Dave softly with his usual poise and authority.

While the men were too drunk to be intimidated, Karl found the combination of the vampire's cool composure and his revealing outfit extremely hot. So much so that all he wanted was for the intruders to disappear so he could drag the vampire onto the ground and have his way with him. Unluckily for all involved, however, the humans were not taking the hint. "Baby, you ain't seen a good time until you've had wild, animal sex...."

That, of course, was the last straw. Fast as lightning, the werewolf pounced, shoving the offending youth onto the ground. His friends were about to join in the fray when Karl's eyes turned feral yellow and fangs spurted from his mouth. Drunk as they were, the young men knew their opponent was a demon and fled. The leader of the group too was terrified and scrambled to his feet as fast as he could. But Karl was not going to let his opponent get away this easy. Seizing the youth by the collar, the werewolf dragged the human closed such that his elongated fangs were merely inches away from the young man's face. "As you can see, I am perfectly capable of having wild, animal sex with him."

"Sorry, I didn't know. Please don't kill me," whimpered the youth with eyes closed, on the verge of wetting himself in fear.

Deliberately tossing the lad further than he needed, Karl said, "Get lost. If I see you again, I'll kill you."

*****

The werewolf watched the youth until he was but a dot on the horizon. Satisfied that his 'rival' was no longer a threat, he turned his attention back to his date. To his dismay, the vampire watched him with an unreadable expression, with a strange gleam in his eyes that Karl had never seen before. "Dave?"

"Wild animal sex, huh?" whispered Dave with an elegantly arched brow, lips curved slightly in amusement.

"Umm, I didn't meant it that way..." stuttered the werewolf as he began to blush. He knew the vampire had just said he liked Karl for who he was; but still, his statement must have sounded demeaning to the older immortal. The werewolf had worked so hard to try to proceed slowly; but now all his efforts stood in peril of being in vain because of his possessive rage.

"No?" asked the vampire softly, walking towards his date who was all but squirming with embarrassment. He knew he was enjoying this a little too much; but he couldn't let Karl get away with his caveman-antics. He was older than the werewolf, after all. "So, you aren't thinking of jumping me?"

"Um..." Karl could not possibly lie when the vampire's intense cobalt eyes burnt into his, reminding him that the older demon did not need magic to be intimidating. "I...well..."

"Are you always this eloquent?" teased the vampire as his fingertips brushed Karl's lapel. When the werewolf gulped and fisted his hands to keep himself from pouncing, Dave sighed and turned away, "Oh well, so much for having a good time tonight."

It took several minutes for an extremely stunned Karl to understand what his date was hinting at. Still rooted to the ground, the werewolf asked, hoping with all his heart that Dave indeed meant what he thought he meant. "A good time?"

"Well, after that wonderful kiss, I was thinking we could go back to my place and see how much further you can convince me to go. But I guess you're not interested..."

Within a second, Karl was upon his date, bringing the vampire onto the floor with his weight. Unluckily, Dave landed on his right side that was injured in his earlier battle with Fortibras. He gasped at the sudden pain; and the werewolf promptly realized that he was hurting his future mate. Helping the vampire sit upright, Karl asked with concern, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, just landed on my bad side. And you don't have to be sorry; I probably deserved that," grinned the vampire mischievously.

Karl found himself completely in love with this lighter side of Dave. It was something the werewolf hoped he would see more often, even if it meant the vampire would be playing tricks on him. "You're evil!"

"Ah, yes. But I have a feeling you like it," said the vampire cheekily as he rose gracefully to his feet. "I'm going home, Karl. You coming?"

"You bet I am!" said the werewolf as he scooped his date into his arms and sprint to their car as fast as his legs would carry them.

*****

Midnight, Dave's house

The first thing the two demons noticed was the huge bouquet of white orchids on the vampire's doorstep. Harry had a feeling that the couple might run into some problems at the restaurant and had gone there to retrieve the flowers and deliver them here. "Are those for me?"

"Yes," whispered the werewolf, silently thanking his Jaguar friend for his foresight. "Do you like them?"

"Of course," said the vampire as he picked up the bouquet and inhaled the orchid's sweet scent deeply. "Ninety-nine?"

"The florist said it means 'I will love you forever'," replied Karl with a smile.

"And is that what you say it means as well?" asked Dave in a playful tone, though his heart almost missed at beat when the werewolf held his eyes with a gaze that brimmed with love.

"Yes, Dave. I will love you for as long as I live," vowed the werewolf as he leaned in to capture the vampire's lips in a gentle kiss. To his dismay, Dave pulled away instead of granting his questing tongue entry.

"Hold these for me a sec, will you?" asked the vampire as he handed the flowers to his date. Taking his keys out of his extremely tight jeans proved to be quite a challenge. But before long, Dave opened his front door and slipped inside. "Come on in."

As soon as Karl entered, Dave claimed the werewolf's lips with a bruising kiss. Surprised by the sudden aggression, Karl gasped, giving the vampire's tongue the opportunity to invade his mouth. The werewolf dueled Dave for control of the kiss, but found himself completely overwhelmed when the vampire's hand began to gently knead his arousal. With the confidence of an experienced immortal, Dave proceeded to steal Karl's breath away with his expert lips and tongue. When the vampire finally pulled away to give the werewolf a reprieve, Karl felt as if his knees had turned into jelly, while his heart, among other things, was about to explode.

Taking the orchids from the werewolf's unresisting hands, Dave strolled into his kitchen. Before he disappeared at the end of the hallway, he glanced backwards to give Karl a full seductive smile, "Aren't you coming?"

Mutely, the werewolf walked towards Dave, glad that his legs had not given way. He found the vampire by the kitchen counter, putting the flowers in a large vase. "I hope they keep until my magic comes back. I want to freeze them in crystallites and keep them forever," whispered Dave as he turned to smile at the werewolf.

Walking to his beverage refrigerator, the vampire searched through the racks for a bottle of red wine. While tonight was an occasion that called for a celebration, bubbly champagne tended to not work as well for what he had in mind. Even without magic, he could feel Karl's eyes fixed on his backside as he bent to retrieve the bottle, his shorts riding up slightly to give the werewolf a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of his bare buttocks. Without acknowledging Karl's ravenous look, Dave strolled back to the counter to retrieve two glasses from the racks overhead. "Want some?"

"Maybe later," purred the werewolf who had moved behind Dave with preternatural speed.

Sliding his hands down the vampire's side gently, Karl nuzzled the blond demon's neck. Dave sighed with approval as he poured himself a glass of wine. Enjoying the gentle kisses the werewolf showered upon his sensitive neck, the vampire sipped his wine slowly as he leaned back against Karl. The werewolf moaned in pleasure at the feel of Dave's buttocks pressed flushed against his arousal, nimble fingers expertly finding their way into the vampire's jeans to stroke the blond demon's half-mast erection.

"Impatient, are we?" whispered Dave in a throaty gasp, loving the werewolf's tender caress. He knew it was probably killing Karl to be gentle; and he felt extremely touched that, for his sake, the chestnut-haired demon was keeping his touches feather-light despite the innate desire for fast-paced passionate sex.

"Babe, I'm a werewolf. If I'm impatient, I'll be inside you already," hissed Karl as the vampire rolled his hips, rubbing himself against the werewolf's painful arousal in lazy circles.

Leaning forward to put down his glass, Dave turned his head to whisper huskily in the chestnut-haired demon's ear, "So, what's stopping you?"

"Dave..." While the vampire's full arousal was testament of his needs, Karl did not expect such blatant invitation. He knew Dave was the type who liked to take things slowly, to savor every nuance of the moment before moving to the next.

Slowly, the vampire moved, bending over with legs spread wide, stretching himself out on the counter, the image of wanton decadence. Glancing back at the werewolf with a seductive gaze, Dave replied, "You've been such a perfect gentleman tonight. Now is the time to collect your reward."

The last shred of Karl's self control shattered at the vampire's words. Giving into his desires since he first laid eyes on Dave, he ripped the vampire's skintight tank top off roughly, throwing the destroyed garment onto the ground, before yanking his shorts down. Questing hands explored Dave's well-toned body, reveling in the velvet smoothness of the vampire's skin. Bending over Dave, Karl eagerly suckled and lapped at his lover's sensitive neck.

Encouraged by the blond demon's moans of pleasure, the werewolf increased the voracity of his kisses as he gathered the moisture from Dave's leaking shaft onto his fingers. A nimble digit circled the blond demon's entrance, before wiggling its way inside. The vampire gasped at the sudden intrusion; but before the discomfort could register fully, Karl's finger found its intended target, the sweet spot inside that made Dave saw stars. When the vampire pushed back eagerly for more, the werewolf inserted two more digits, mercilessly teasing the sensitive gland as Karl's free hand worked swiftly to free his own erection from the confines of his trousers.

Halting his assault on the vampire's neck, the werewolf slicked his arousal with spittle. Pulling out his fingers, Karl positioned himself at his lover's entrance and with a smooth stroke, he plunged his manhood deep into Dave's tight body. The blond demon cried out at the penetration, but any pain was forgotten when the werewolf shifted to aim his strokes downwards and hit his sweet spot. It had been over 3000 years since Dave last felt this way, being branded by his lover's heated length from within, molten lava coursing through his veins to pool in his groin until he could take no more. "Oh...Karl...god...yes..."

The vampire's wanton responses spurred the werewolf on. Karl quickened the already frantic pace, pounding hard and fast into the blond demon's willing body. He knew they were both close, but he wanted to pleasure Dave before finding his own release. With shaky hands, the werewolf began to caress the vampire's other weak spots, pumping his manhood and rubbing his neck. It was not long before Dave succumbed to overwhelming sensations, spilling seeds onto his stomach, the countertop and Karl's hand. With a few more thrusts, the werewolf too reached his peak, emptying himself deep within his lover.

Karl was glad he could still stand after such an intense bout of lovemaking. Breathless, he pulled out of his lover and leaned against the counter for support. To his surprise, Dave, while disheveled and flushed, did not look at all exhausted. Gracefully, the vampire straightened, cleaning himself and the countertop with a kitchen towel before taking up his glass of wine for a sip. With a sensuous smile, the vampire devoured the werewolf with a sizzling gaze. "You're not tired already, are you? I let you play with me your way just now. It's only fair that I get to play with you my way next."

"Your way?" gulped Karl as he watched his lover leaned towards him. When the vampire took his hand and licked it clean, the werewolf moaned, "That sounds nice."

"Good, bring the wine and come with me," said Dave, giving Karl one last come-hither look before leading the way to the living room.

*****

"Take off your clothes and lay on the sofa," commanded the vampire in his smoky sexy voice, curling the syllables with his exotic accent.

"I thought you're going to seduce me," said Karl as he set the chilled wine on the coffee table and began to strip. He was a slight bit disappointed that the vampire would not be divesting him of clothing. He had a feeling Dave would do that in an extremely seductive way.

"Sorry, handsome; can't give you the full package tonight with my bad shoulder. But I'll try to make this worth your while," purred Dave as he strolled over to the now naked Karl and pushed him onto the sofa.

The werewolf was dismayed when Dave filled his wineglass and asked if he wanted a drink instead of kissing or touching him. When he refused, the vampire insisted, "Indulge me, just a sip."

Karl nodded and parted his lips, but Dave tilted the glass too quickly, spilling part of the liquid. Before the werewolf could move, his lover was upon him, licking his lips and chin, lapping away the spilled wine. "I think the wine tastes better on you."

Holding Karl's eyes, the vampire poured a bit of the liquid onto the werewolf's neck, rivets of cold red wine trickling down his heated skin to pool near his collarbone. Slow, warm kisses soon followed the icy trail, suckling the sweet liquid from his skin ever so gently. The vampire's good hand had traveled down the werewolf's body, stroking Karl's manhood to life with expert touches.

The blond demon continued to work his way down Karl's body, pouring wine onto the werewolf before kissing it off with his skilled mouth. Soft sighs of pleasure filled the room as the larger demon moved eagerly into the vampire for more of this exquisite torture. Soon, Dave's hand left the werewolf's arousal, prompting a little moan of protest. But it was quickly replaced by a gasp when chilled liquid hit his manhood, the contrast of hot and cold burning the sensitized flesh, causing a jolt of electricity to sizzle through his every nerve. As before, the icy wine was soon replaced by wet heat, Dave's mouth a sinful, hot cavern capable of sucking away all his senses until Karl was nothing more than a trembling heap.

Instinctively, the werewolf pushed upwards, driving deep into his lover's throat. The vampire seemed unfazed, working his inner muscles to milk the tip of Karl's arousal before pulling back to catch his breath. Somehow, the larger demon managed to move his hands, cradling Dave's head against his groin as he started plunging deep into the vampire's mouth. The blond demon allowed his lover to set the pace, suckling hard on the length as he moved in time with Karl's thrust, tongue caressing the underside of the werewolf's erection with each stroke. "Don't stop...please...so close..."

Once again, to Karl's dismay, his pleading had the opposite effect. Dave pulled away and retrieved his wineglass, taking a leisurely sip with a sigh. "Dave..."

"Yes, handsome?" asked the vampire as he moved slowly to straddle his lover.

"Please," moaned the werewolf as he shifted, trying to get some friction on his painfully aroused manhood.

With a full seductive smile, Dave laid down his glass again and positioned his entrance on top of Karl's heated shaft. Holding the larger demon's hazel eyes with his shimmering sapphire orbs, the vampire lowered himself onto his lover's erection in one smooth, languid movement. Karl bucked his hips, trying to push deeper, but the blond demon pushed downwards and tightened his inner muscles around the werewolf's length, effectively locking him in place. With a husky whisper, Dave demanded, "We do this my way."

Karl was about to explode with need from being clamped within Dave's tight sheath. He would agree to sell his soul for some relief, lest say promise to take things slow. "Yes, babe, please."

Slowly, the vampire began to move, impaling himself on Karl's shaft at a leisurely pace. He continued to milk his lover's erection with his inner muscles, maximizing the pleasure of each thrust for the werewolf. Every time, Karl tried to increased the tempo of their lovemaking in his race towards completion, Dave would halt all movements, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible. The werewolf writhed and begged shamelessly for release; and soon, the smaller demon decided to have pity. Quickening his pace, Dave used his good hand to caress Karl's chest, pinching a dusky nipple lightly, which prompted howls of pleasure from Karl. The combined assault on the werewolf's senses soon sent him over the edge, heat erupting from his loins in a violent gush.
After milking every drop of seed from his exhausted lover, the vampire stretched out comfortable next to Karl on the sofa. After kissing the panting and half-conscious werewolf lightly on the lips, Dave moved and bit into the larger demon's shoulder. "I may not be a werewolf. But I am claiming you as mine," whispered the vampire as he closed the wound with a flick of his tongue.

"As you wish, baby. And as soon as I can move, I am going to claim you as mine," breathed the werewolf as he bent his head a bit to kiss the top of the vampire's head before drifting off into a blissful slumber.

Chuckling softly, Dave shifted such that he was using Karl's chest as a comfortable, warm pillow and replied, "I'd love that, handsome."

*****

~*~*~*And everyone lived happily ever after~*~*~*

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