After Hours

All right, this story was suppose to originally continue on to the morning after but now I see it will stand better as a two-shot. Find out who Abel's visitor is, as if it isn't odvious for those that actually pay attention to the anime/books and not just staring at the pretty men on the screen/page trying to think of ways to get them in each others' bed. Oh, wait, that's why you're here... Oops... Pay no attention to that last statement! *Types chapter*

Abel ended up sitting on the bed, knees too weak to hold him up any longer, as the mouth kept moving over him, never once breaking suction. Sweat clung to his skin, leaving him unable to do little esle but whimper and grind into the embrace on his cock. Body nearly spent of seed Abel knew this would be the last release he'd spill into the waiting mouth. This one swept through him before he had any warning, his release ripped a growling sound from his thoat. A howl, muffled behind a clawed hand, fearing other may hear. "Enough," whispered as he force the other from his task, who stared up with pleasure ladened eyes and licked his stained lips.

Whimpering at the Crusnik's interruption, pleasure trailing from the grip on his shoulders, the other held onto what little control he had, forcing his body not to cum. "My Lord," a whisper, a strained plea, as Abel pulled him up to lean over him. He knew if he so much as brushed his weeping cock against the other he would explode, much less perform the way his lord wished him to. "Abel..." is was whispered as blue started to show in those blood-red eyes, a soft smile twitched at blackened lips.

Abel looked up at his staining lover, smiling full as he reached back, finding the ribbon still, somehow, holding back his hair. "Can't have you going off yet," he wrapped the ribbon around the man's base, securing it tightly around his balls and shaft. Satisfied with his work, Abel reached to grab the throbbing organ, giving it a few pumps to be sure the ribbon wasn't going to move. "I want this, now." A dark thrill stired within Abel at the other's pained expressiong as he led him closer by the pulsating organ.

Pre-cum continued to seep from the tip, Abel spread it over the shaft with leasurly strokes, causing whimpers to rise in the other's throat. Raising his hips, he led the other's hands to his thighs, he knew his lover wanted to see him, that was another part of the turn on. "My god...," the other whispered as he possissioned himself at the forbiden openning, pressing but not quite penitrating,

"If I am your god, then worship me," Abel spoke beforehe could censor his words, his thoughts and the other didn't care.

"Yes, My Lord," slowly, he pushed, his head finally pushing into Abel. Relleshing the feeling as he watched the Crusnik's eyes roll upward at the sensation of being stretched.

"More... I want it all, now."

The other had to pause, his body so painfully close to cumming that his vision was blurred, and he was only a few inches in. He praised and cursed the damnable ribbon holding back his release as he finally thrust himself fully into Abel's tightness. "Yes! That's what I want..." Abel sighed and slid himself over the peicing length.

The first few strokes were slow, they had to be for the other feared he'd explode each time Abel contracted around him. "Ah," it was his turn to shutter and pant as Abel forced the movements to come faster, harder, "Please... I can't..."

"Just a little more,' Abel forced his lover deeper into him, leaning forward to cup the back of his neck. Knees settled under Abel as he leaned down towards him.

"Yes," he whispered as lips touched his throat, "Ah, yes," teeth brushed and his thrust became harsh and frantic as Abel moved to bite.

Abel suddenly reached his limit, he couldn't hold back the pleasure anymore and his body exploded with it. He arched away from his lover's embrace and cried out as his seed spilt out to coat the other's chest. "No," Abel laid back and ignored his lover's outburst at the promise unkept. "Damnit! Why?!"

Abel just smiled and wrigled, still impaled on the hard length, stopping his lover's rants by clamping down on him,"Shut up, or I'll send you back to him this way. I'm sure he'd have more, inventive means of eleviating your... tension."

"You're not so," he gasped as Abel contracted around him again, "heartless."

"Perhaps you're right," talons glided, feather soft, down the other's cheek, pushing sweat laddened hair behind a pale ear. "You should show your face more..," but that wasn't what he was focused on as the other willingly bared his throat.

"Now who's talking too much?" He thrust forward, causing Abel's back to arch as a shadow of his release swept though him.

"Do that again, and the ribbon becomes a permanent fixure," he panted as he shuttered from the still firing sensations. His lover pusled so hard within him, he'd thought he'd finnaly came, but couldn't feel the sensation of being filled with the other's seed.

"Stop teasing," the other's voice was so breathless Abel smiled and kissed at his throat. "Please..." Smirking, Abel nibbled at the sensitive skin as he reached between them, fingers brushing the now sticky ribbon. "Yes," panted, as Abel pulled the knot loose and bit down.

His lover finally came, fillind Abel's body with his release. He moaned and continued to thrust his lower half into Abel as his upper was held in place by the fangs in his throat. Abel drank greedily, savoring the rich flavor of pleasure sweetened blood. His lover finally slowed, leaning heavily against him. Whimpers, breathless moans, echoed in his ears as Abel finally pulled away from the healing wound.

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Abel leaned back agianst the headboard of the small bed, watching the half dead Methusilah, sprawled across it, sleep. Wanting nothing more than to fuck the helpless creature to death due to the rush his blood had given him. "Oh Isaak, how lucky you are that I am not my brother," he said as he licked his lips and lapped at a seed splattered nail. "Hm," he hummed, "How I do love an appitizer... " His hand traveled down to his pulsing erection at the thought of the meeting he had with Caterina in the morning. "I hope she's resting well. She's going to need all the strength she can get."