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Fic, Vampires, Dark Knight and Smut... Part Deux, Part 2.1
Okay, I don't remember whether I neglected to post part 2.1 before part 2.2. In case that happened, I am reposting 2.1, since nothing makes sense in 2.2 without the previous chapter. If I've posted it already, sorry for the redunancy. Been so busy lately, can't keep track of things very well...
Title: Vampires, Dark Knights and Smut...Part Deux, 2.1
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17 (as evident from the title)
Pairing: KU/DW, VM/OB
Disclaimer: None of this is true. All a figment of my sick imagination.
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3am, Harry's House
"Hey," smiled the dark-haired vampire weakly as his brother walked into the room. Orli awoke about half an hour ago, and was feeling much better after Vig generously donated a hefty dose of his powerful blood. The Demon Hunter figured if he needed to be drained to the point of death for the ritual, he might as well benefit his lover instead of David.
"You all right?" asked the blond demon as he moved to sit on the bed beside the couple.
"Yeah, thanks to Vig," said Orli as he burrowed his face into the warmth of his lover's chest. The man responded by tightening his arms around the fragile beauty as he kissed the top of the vampire's head.
David refrained from commenting that the little one had got hurt because of the Demon Hunter. Instead, he conceded it was nice of Viggo to offer Orlando the powerful blood of a Dark Knight. "I guess he occasionally does something right."
The Demon Hunter glared at the blond vampire but said nothing. They had been at each other's throat ever since they met; he had expected David's hostility. The truth was he even expected the older vampire to accuse him of being the reason Orli was injured, not that David would be wrong. His annoyance, however, was not lost on his beautiful lover who spoke in his defense, "Don't be so hard on Vig. It's not like you've never made mistakes, Davie."
"True enough. But I love you and want the best for you. It irks me to see Viggo risk his life and your happiness so recklessly all the time," sighed the blond vampire as he brushed his little brother's cheek.
Before the dark-haired beauty could make a response, Viggo spoke, holding the blond vampire's merry-blue eyes, "I want the best for Orli as well. I love him and will die to protect him."
With an exasperated sigh, Dave shook his head at the Demon Hunter. "You still don't get it, do you? What's the use of dying for Orlando when he needs you to live for him? And how can you expect me to respect you when you don't even believe you're worthy of being the little one's lover? God, I must be daft to think if I get on your case enough, you'll figure this out on your own."
The vampire's words were not what Viggo expected. He had always thought that David despised him because he was just a weak mortal, unworthy of Orli's attention. He'd never dreamed that he actually had the older demon's approval all along. "David, I…."
"Don't go all mushy on me, Viggo. I'm going to make you a vampire; and you better stay alive and make my little brother happy for all eternity. If you do anything stupid to get yourself killed, I will go to hell myself and kick your sorry ass," warned the blond vampire, cutting off any argument or apology the Demon Hunter wanted to make. Now, he and Viggo finally had an understanding. Assuming the man stopped behaving like a total idiot, there would be no need to continue being hostile to him.
"Don't worry, David, I won't. Orli means everything to me," promised the Demon Hunter with a smile as he disentangled himself from his lover to offer the blond vampire his neck. Life was full of surprises; who would have thought that, tonight, Viggo would not only receive the Dark Gift, but David's friendship as well.
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Noises, a jumble of words and sounds, invaded his mind the moment Viggo regained consciousness. Annoyed, the Demon Hunter commanded them to be silent and was surprised when his order was instantly obeyed. "I see you've learnt the first lesson of being a vampire without instruction. I think you can survive without me tonight."
Opening his eyes, the Demon Hunter found Dave smiling proudly at him. All his senses had been enhanced; his vision was so sharp that he could almost feel the warm velvet softness of his Maker's skin by sight alone. "What are you talking about?" asked Viggo, wanting to learn as much about his new lifestyle as soon as possible. He would need to master his new powers to protect his beloved demon; there was no time to waste.
"The voices are thoughts and emotions of the living beings in the city. They can get annoying if you don't know how to shut them out. But thanks to your powers as a Dark Knight, controlling them seems natural to you," explained the blond vampire, pleased by his pupil's enthusiasm.
"And mind-reading is to focus my attention on one voice?" inquired the newly made vampire, encouraged by the lack of smugness in his Maker's voice. He'd never thought asking David for information would be this easy.
"Exactly! This boy can be taught," smiled the blond demon, playfully laying a pat of approval on Viggo's head.
Turning to glance at his little brother lounging on the couch, David knew it was time for him to leave - it was time for his new fledging to receive a different kind of instruction. Viggo would have to wait until tomorrow to learn how to use his powers. Smiling at the Demon Hunter, David bid his goodnight, "If you will excuse me, I have an important matter to tend to. I now leave you in Orlando's capable hands."
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"Why are you sitting over there, beautiful?" asked Viggo, wanting to feel his lover's silken skin with his heightened senses. Their sex life had been white-hot when he was a man; he could imagine it would be even better now that he too was a vampire.
"You'll see," replied the dark-haired beauty as he used the remote to turn on the stereo. Music, slow and erotic, began to flood the room. Without leaving the sofa, Orli began to move to the rhythm, fondling his still-clothed body suggestively as his eyes captivated his lover with a sultry look.
Viggo was about to burst out of his pants just from watching his seductive little demon. With his enhanced senses, he could feel the tactile sensations that graced his lover's fingertips, Orli's heat from underneath the thin garments scorching his brain. When one of the dark-haired beauty's hands traveled up his neck and fanned over his parted lips, the Demon Hunter knew if this continued, he would soon come without any direct stimulation. As enjoyable as the experience might be, Viggo wanted to join his smoldering temptress now, to worship Orli's gorgeous lover's body with his own hands and lips. However, as the Demon Hunter started to rise, the dark-haired beauty stopped his movements and commanded huskily, "Stay there, love; and enjoy the show."
"I need you now, beautiful," protested Viggo as he fell back onto the bed, complying with his lover's wishes.
Orli answered with a smile as he languidly slid off the couch. Slowly, he started swiveling to the music, unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way towards the bed. Effortlessly, the vampire shrugged his shirt off, caressing his pale chest and abs as his eyes fluttered close from the pleasure of his own touch. Biting his lower lip, one of Orli's hands settled on his nipple and began to roll the dusky peak between his thumbs. His other started its slow journey down his torso, inching its way towards the source of his pleasure. Eyes now holding Viggo's in a lustful gaze, the vampire began to unbutton his jeans with nimble flicks of his thumb. Gracefully stepping out of the garment, Orli was pleased to note that his lover was panting with desire from watching his striptease.
Viggo knew he'd never been this aroused in his entire life; in fact, he considered it a feat that he managed to will himself into not reaching his peak during the striptease. As things were, his pants were more than a little wet from the generous amount of moisture that had leaked from his engorged shaft. The Demon Hunter had never imagined a vampire would be that sensitive to visual stimuli; no wonder Orli always said he enjoyed pleasuring him and watching him writhe with ecstasy as much as sex itself.
As soon as the dark-haired beauty came close enough for Viggo to touch, the Demon Hunter jumped his lover, bringing the gorgeous devil onto the bed on top of him. With preternatural speed, the newly made vampire rolled and pinned his lover underneath his larger frame. "You are such a tease!"
"That's nothing, love," replied Orli as he slipped his hands between their bodies to free Viggo's manhood from the confines of his pants. With skilled fingers, the dark-haired beauty stroked his lover's arousal, coating the engorged organ with its own moisture as he gently pumped the length.
"Oh..god..stop..." breathed the Demon Hunter, who could sense his body tensing, about to explode into his lover's hand. He did not want to finish like this, not this first sharing of intimacy with Orli as an equal.
Immediately, the vampire stopped his administrations and leaned upwards to claim Viggo's lips in a fiery kiss. As their tongues mated, Orli wound his arms around his lover's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, opening himself to be claimed. Without further delay, the Demon Hunter plunged into the dark-haired beauty's tight heat, groaning in pleasure of being sheathed in his beloved immortal. Viggo made no pretense of gentleness tonight, thrusting hard and fast into his lover's willing body; not that Orli minded since each stroke slammed directly into his sweet spot, making him see stars.
But Orli was not about to allow his own pleasure interfere with giving his lover the ultimate euphoria of a vampire's existence. He began licking Viggo's neck as he worked his inner muscles to clamp down hard upon his lover's manhood. Lost in the haze of pleasure, the Demon Hunter let out a series of rapturous cries as he rammed mercilessly into Orli's heat. Sensing his lover's eminent release, the vampire nibbled gently on Viggo's neck, not quite breaking skin.
"Orli, please..." pleaded Viggo not quite certain what he was asking for. But when his lover's fangs sank into his neck, pleasure exploded from the spot like a supernova, molten fire rushing through his veins to sizzle his nerves, prompting an eruption of heat from his loins as he had never experienced before. With a triumphant shout, Viggo emptied his seeds deep within his lover. When the older vampire closed the wound with a flick of his tongue, the ecstasy receded, leaving the Demon Hunter as no more than a boneless heap.
Orli did not mind when Viggo collapsed on top of him. He knew his lover was too tired to move. Gently, he rolled the Demon Hunter over and smiled fondly at the sight of his still-clothed lover with his limp organ hanging out lewdly from his pants. Tenderly, the older vampire undressed his lover before snuggling closer to his warmth. Settled comfortably in Viggo's arms, Orli began stroking himself to find his own release. He knew it was impossible to maintain brain function during the first love-making session as a vampire; so he was not surprised that Viggo had neglected his needs tonight. Perhaps, he could punish the Demon Hunter for being inconsiderate' tomorrow; that would definitely be fun.
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Dave returned to find the object of his affections pacing around wearing nothing more than a small towel that just barely covered his private parts. "You should be resting, Karl."
"Sorry, couldn't get comfortable," replied the werewolf as he spun round to face the blond vampire. Though his feet and toes hurt from moving, it was less uncomfortable than sitting or lying down. His wounds were beginning to heal; and the smaller ones were starting to scab over and itch. Karl had taken a shower in hopes of alleviating the discomfort, but to no avail. As his skin was extremely irritable, he decided to wear as little as possible. If he were not sharing a room with Dave, who was a bit reserved and shy, he would have been naked right now.
The vampire loathed seeing Karl suffer, not to mention he had promised he would take care of the werewolf's injuries. But the thought of licking every inch of Karl's skin was enough to make him blush from head to toe. The perceptive werewolf, noticing the blond vampire's predicament, reassured, "Don't worry, Dave. I'll be fine. You look a bit tired. You should just go to sleep early."
"Right," replied the vampire, torn between his need to take care of Karl and his resolve not to rush their relationship. He had never shied away from making eye contact with anyone before; but now, he found himself staring at the ground, fearing he would lose control if he saw desire in the werewolf's eyes. His study of the floor, however, yielded a surprising finding - Karl's feet were bleeding!
"Stop," whispered Dave as he raised his cerulean eyes to hold the werewolf's, freezing the larger demon in place with the intensity of his gaze. "You are bleeding," continued the vampire as he closed the distance between them until they were merely inches apart.
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much, really," gulped Karl as his manhood began to swell under Dave's probing gaze. He still remembered how wonderful the vampire's tongue felt upon his skin; but he needed to make sure that Dave did not feel obliged to do something he was uncomfortable with.
"No, it's not okay, Karl," purred the vampire as his lips latched onto a scar on the werewolf's neck, gently licking the spot until the skin was once again smooth and unblemished. Unhurriedly, Dave laid a trail of open-mouth kisses on Karl's face and neck, tongue darting out to caress any spot that bore the evidence of Marcellius' attack. The werewolf moved to wound his arms around the vampire, but the blond demon stopped him. "This is a healing session, Karl. Patients don't get to touch."
"As you wish," replied the werewolf as he shifted and balled his fist. He was determined to allow Dave dictate the pace of their relationship, even if the vampire were to tease him until he exploded. Besides, sex with his previous lovers had been hard and fast; Karl was curious to experience the finer details of lovemaking.
With a satisfied smile, Dave began to work his way down the werewolf's body. He suckled on Karl's collarbone and broad shoulders, drawing little murmurs of encouragement from his lover. He then traced the well-toned muscles of the werewolf's arms with feather-light strokes of his tongue, kissing a tortuous path to Karl's palm. Eyes fixed on his 'patient's', the vampire drew the werewolf's fingers into his mouth, lavishing ample attention on each digit before moving on to seek new targets to taste.
Karl's chest was the next to know the vampire's magic touch. Dave lapped greedily at the supple muscles before latching onto the werewolf's nipple, eliciting yet another cry from the chestnut-haired demon. Karl knew he could not take much more of this sweet torture. Desperate for some friction, the werewolf thrust his hips forward, grinding into the blond demon, hoping the vampire would have mercy and touch his engorged manhood. He growled in protest when Dave pulled away, thinking to beg if necessary, but his words came out as a gasp. The vampire had removed the towel hiding his erection and started to caress his length with slow, firm brushes of his tongue.
When Dave took the sensitive tip of his arousal into his mouth and started suckling, Karl's eyes flickered close from the intense pleasure. He felt as if he had drowned in a whirlpool of desire; all his senses set aflame, knowing only the deafening roar of his own heart and the wet heat that paved the way to the lands of ecstasy. With a strangled cry, Karl exploded inside his lover's welcoming mouth.
After milking every drop of the werewolf's seeds, Dave rose to his feet and wound his arm around his exhausted lover's waist. Waiting until Karl could stand on his own strength, the vampire began his work again, moving behind the werewolf to lap leisurely at his back. Karl could feel himself growing hard a second time from Dave's administration. Thanks to their animalistic nature, a werewolf's stamina in bed was phenomenal. But, as the vampire moved onto his hands and knees in front of him to savor his legs, Karl had a feeling that Dave would tire him out before the night was over.
When Dave rose again, the only places were Karl still bore the injuries from Marcellius' attack were his ass, the back of his legs and his feet. Smiling seductively, the vampire guided his lover to the bed. It was clear that Dave wanted to take him from behind; while Karl was content to submit to his lover's control until now, he much preferred to be on top. "Dave, I don't think..."
"Get on your knees, handsome," commanded Dave huskily, lilting the words to give them an added erotic quality. He knew Karl could not resist the gentle order; many years ago, his previous lover had told him that his voice was as powerful a 'weapon' as his mouth and hands.
Karl wondered why Dave had to have such an irresistibly sexy bedroom voice as he reluctantly took his position on the bed. There was always a chance that if he behaved, the vampire would allow him to have what he wanted afterwards. He just had to keep a tight rein over his lust so he did not spend himself completely too soon.
Dave smiled as he sensed his lover's thoughts, but made no attempt to correct the misunderstanding. Instead of joining the werewolf on the bed, the vampire knelt by the side and began suckling Karl's toes. The werewolf cried out at the unexpected pleasure, never realizing until now that his toes were such weak spots. Gently lapping each feet until the last traces of silver burns vanished, Dave started his slow exploration of the back of Karl's legs. He paid special attention to the werewolf's sensitive inner thighs, prompting yet another rounds of rapturous moans, before turning his attention the Karl's tight, round buttocks.
Kissing and teasing the smooth cheeks with his tongue, the vampire crawled onto the bed behind his lover. Strong hands held Karl's waist as Dave's skilled tongue slipped inside the crack and began circling the puckered entrance. Eager for more of the promised pleasure, the werewolf tried to push his hips into his lover, but the vampire's hold was too strong. All Karl could do was moan and writhe as Dave's tongue danced tantalizingly on his sensitive flesh, all too much but not quite enough. "Please."
Feeling the tension in his lover's body, Dave decided to have pity and began his administration in earnest. The vampire thrust his tongue into Karl's tight body, making the werewolf howled in ecstasy. With quick deft strokes, Dave ravished his lover with his tongue, driving Karl insane with lust. Knowing that the werewolf was close to release, the vampire slid on of his hands onto his lover's erection, pumping the length in corkscrew motion. Within minutes, Karl was once more engulfed by waves of ecstasy that wrecked through his body, spilling seed over his own stomach and the bed.
No more than a mass of trembling nerves, the werewolf collapsed onto the bed. Stretched out comfortably next to his lover, Dave began tracing little patterns on the broad expense of the werewolf's back with a content smile. It was a while before Karl regained enough of his wits to open his eyes and whispered, "That's absolutely amazing. Now, I believe it's my turn to take care of you."
Watching the werewolf rolled lazily onto his side to face him, the vampire smiled, "Sorry, Karl. As I said, you're the patient tonight. You don't get to touch."
"Why not?" asked Karl with his best come-hither look.
The werewolf knew vampires were sensuous creatures by nature, which took great delight in the pleasures of the flesh. Given their heightened senses, the act of giving pleasure should be as arousing as receiving it. When his lover did not answer his question, Karl frowned before giving Dave a quick glance-over. He was dismayed to find that the vampire did not seem at all aroused, despite their previous activities. Almost immediately, icicles of fear pricked his heart as he wondered if his lover had not found him desirable, if Dave no longer wanted him after his 'disappointing performance' in bed.
"Rest assured that I want you, Karl. I just need some time," replied Dave quickly as he nuzzled his lover's neck. "Now get some rest," breathed the vampire against Karl's ears, moving to wind his arms around the werewolf's waist.
Only slightly reassured, Karl decided he would leave matters be for now. It had been an extremely long and eventful night for both of them. They needed to rest to recover their strength; with Dave issuing a challenge to one of the Lords of Havoc, the werewolf knew they would have an arduous battle ahead. Tomorrow night, perhaps his vampire would give him an explanation that would set his mind at ease.
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11:45 am, Harry's house
A sharp knock on the door startled Karl from his sleep. The first thing he sensed was his lover slumbering beside him, unmoving, deep in a death-like rest. The werewolf opened his eyes to find that the room was pitch black, designed to be the perfect daytime crypt for a creature of the night. Another soft knock drew Karl's attention to the door; using his night vision, the werewolf wrapped some sheets around his naked form and answered the door. "Morning, Harry."
"It's almost noon, Karl. Want to go for lunch?" asked the Jaguar, seemingly unconcerned at his friend's state of dress.
"Shouldn't we stay to protect the others?" asked the werewolf as his stomach let out an unceremonious growl at the mention of food. Starving as he was, Dave's safety came first.
"Don't worry, Karl. The place is safe with Dave's and my safeguards. Come on, I'll lend you some clothes," said Harry as he gently pulled Karl into the hallway. The developments within his mansion last night were extremely interesting. Though not overly nosy by nature, the Jaguar could not help being intrigued by the idea of Dave having a new lover. The vampire had never shown any interest in another since Orlando's father betrayed him. Perhaps, Karl would not mind answering some questions to satisfy his curiosity.
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1 pm, Seaside Steakhouse
Karl stared at his steak as his companion continued casting meaningful glances his way. He could tell that Harry was aware of what happened last night. The only question remained was how the Jaguar would react. He hoped his fellow Guardian would not disapprove of the relationship. Harry was a good friend; and the werewolf hated the idea of having the uncomfortable silence between them now continued for all eternity. Never one for being subtle, Karl said quietly, "Stop staring at me already. Whatever you want to ask, ask."
"You spent the night with Dave?"
"Yes, but that's not really your business. And I will be more careful in the future and be sure I am not a liability in our upcoming battle," replied the werewolf, holding his friend's intense tawny eyes with a heated gaze of his own.
"Alright," replied Harry as he tore his eyes from his friend and started eating. Thinking that the interrogation was over, Karl too began on his meal. He was quite ravenous after the intense bout of 'sex' last night.
"Did he let you touch him?" asked the Jaguar, recalling Dave's unhappy past. He had to make sure that the couple spent the night the way two normal, healthy, sexually active demons in love would.
Karl, who was eating, promptly choked on his food, coughing and sputtering until he was bright red. He spat out the offending morsel, but his face remained every bit as crimson. He could not believe what Harry had just asked him. As he continued to stare at his friend in shock, the Jaguar continued, "Sorry, had to ask. It's not really my place and all; but you two are both very good friends and I want you to be happy."
It was not long before the werewolf realized that his older friend had privy information that could explain Dave's apparent 'disinterest' in him. "No. In fact, he doesn't even seem interested in, umm, you know..." Karl stopped, staring at his steak in embarrassment, unable to finish his statement. He had always thought a demon with his 'experience' could not be shy; but he kept surprising himself when it came to Dave.
"Don't tell him I told you this, okay? But Dave had a very bad breakup more than 3000 years ago. He never truly recovered from that," whispered Harry secretively, wanting to help Karl and Dave got together like a normal couple.
"So, you're saying he can't..." gasped the werewolf, eyes wide as saucers, remembering vividly how virile Dave had looked in the club last night, gyrating with that annoying sandy-haired man.
"No, I'm saying he has an aversion to intimacy. He is more than capable of going all the way when he wants to. But, you've got to take your time with him, seduce him with what turns him on," replied the Jaguar with a wink as he smiled deviously at his companion.
"Alright, Harry. I'm all ears; what must I do?"
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5 pm, Harry's house
After three thousand years of hating winters, Dave found himself loving it for the very reason he despised the season - the early sunset. Before, more waking hours meant more time spent alone or pretending he felt nothing for Karl. Now, an early dusk meant he had time to take care of some business before his 'big date'. A quick decisive battle with the Third Lord of Havoc would be a lesson to other ambitious demons that the Guardians were not to be trifled with.
Reaching out with his magic, the vampire sought Harry to inform him of his plans. But to his surprise, the Jaguar was blocking him with a powerful mind shield. Even more peculiar was that Karl too was within the protective circle. Dave knew it would take a tremendous amount of energy to push through the barrier; given his impending battle, he would rather not waste any magic on personal matters. He would have to wait to find out what the two were-animals were planning.
Not wanting to leave without a word, Dave took the form of mist and drifted towards his little brother's room. Instead of barging in unannounced, the blond vampire materialized in front of the door to knock. Several minutes later, a disheveled Demon Hunter, wearing on his boxers, opened the door. "Oh, hi David."
"Just want to say I'm off to pay a visit to an old friend. Please tell Karl for me, in case I'm not back before seven," said the blond vampire smoothly before turning to leave.
"Wait a minute. You're not going alone!" frowned Viggo as he seized his Maker's arm, realizing the oldest of the Guardians was about to challenge their enemies. He did not become a vampire for nothing; he would make those demons pay for trying to kill him and his beloved Orli.
"Your place is with the one you love, Viggo," replied Dave quietly, not wanting to endanger his fledgling. It was better that he went alone; this way there could be no distraction when he fought Fortibras.
The vampire was about to transform into mist and put an end to this argument when Orli glided to the door and wrapped his arms around the Demon Hunter. "Davie, I don't want you to face danger alone. I would go with you if I could, but without magic, I won't be much help. Please let Vig go with you on my behalf."
"But..."
"I trust Vig. I know he will come back to me," said the dark-haired vampire resolutely as he gazed as his lover with pride.
Viggo responded by giving Orli a gentle kiss before turning to the blond demon and smiled, "Give me five minutes. I know I can help."
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6 pm, Demon World
Viggo was true to his word. Whenever the two vampires encountered lesser demons, sent by Fortibras to drain their magic and stamina before the final confrontation, the Demon Hunter would handle the situation with his trusty sword and guns. David could not help but be amazed at how professional his fledgling was at disposing of these soulless creatures. Now, the blond demon finally understood why Orli had so much faith in his lover. Viggo was every bit as powerful as his grandfather, the original Dark Knight Sparda.
The two vampires were now inside Fortibras' stronghold. Using their perfect night vision, they raced through the winding corridors of the pitch-black palace. Within minutes, they successfully navigated their way to the inner sanctuary; but their good fortune was about to end. Within the hall was a poisonous mist that skewed their eyesight, effectively blinding the vampires to their surroundings.
"Welcome to my master's castle. But I am afraid I cannot allow you to go any further," commented Marcellius in an amused voice, the words reverberating through the hall.
Though the blond demon much preferred to save his strength for the battle with Fortibras, he knew he could not defeat his opponent without using magic. His sight was useless; and the acoustics within the hall made it impossible to locate his enemy with his hearing. But before David could cast, his fledgling laid a restraining hand on his arm and spoke, "Your voice is familiar. You are the one who stabbed me yesterday."
"What a bright boy! Too bad I have to kill you," chuckled the humanoid snake as he readied his cursed daggers, taking careful aim of his two opponents from his hiding place.
"We'll see about that. Dave, why don't you go ahead? I have a score to settle with this one," said the Demon Hunter, moving slowly away from his companion.
"Viggo, I don't think that's a good idea. You still haven't completely mastered your new powers yet," argued the blond demon. He had taught Viggo the basic lessons in vampire magic during their journey; but the Demon Hunter's powers had not yet been put to a true test. Given that Marcellius was an ancient demon with powerful magic, Viggo could get seriously injured or even killed in this fight.
"Don't worry, Dave. I'll be fine. He almost killed Orli. I have to take care of this myself," said Viggo resolutely. With a smirk, the Demon Hunter added, "Come on, get out of here. Unless, of course, you're so pathetic that you don't even know where the door is."
Though reluctantly to leave his 'brother-in-law' to face Marcellius alone, David knew there was no use arguing with his pig-headed fledgling. Because of the simple architecture of the palace, the blond vampire was able to catch a glimpse of the door when they first entered, before the poison rendered his vision useless. Inching towards the exit, David retorted, "Of course I know where the door is. I suggest you stay alive until I come back, or there'll be hell to pay."
The blond vampire's movement was not lost on Marcellius. Promptly, the evil demon threw his daggers at David's retreating form. To his surprise, the Demon Hunter managed to shoot down his knives before they reached the older vampire. Growling in anger as David exited the room, the humanoid snake dropped onto the floor to circle Viggo. He would make his opponent suffer for the interference.
Eyes closed and completely unfazed, the Demon Hunter smiled, "I see you've finally decided to stop skulking around and face me."
"You will pay for your arrogance, fledgling. I will make you beg for death before the end," hissed the evil demon, claws outstretched to shred his opponent's arm off.
Viggo waited until the last minute before pulling out Anduril to slice Marcellius' arm. Enraged, the snake-demon howled and let out a rush of scorching flames from his mouth. The Demon Hunter rolled to the side to avoid the blow, but was not fast enough to completely escape harm. The fire singed his left arm; the room filled with the putrid smoke of burnt leather and charred skin. "That's my favorite suit! You'll pay for that!"
The Demon Hunter proceeded to slash at Marcellius with his sword, using the 'sixth sense' of a Dark Knight to guide him. This special ability, inherited from his father, was an acute sense of smell attuned to the odor of evil demonic creatures. Along with a newly learnt spell that sensed black magic, Viggo could 'see' his opponent and fight unhindered. He scored a number of blows on his enemy, who quickly realized the Demon Hunter was a powerful opponent.
Slithering out of range of the Demon Hunter's sword, Marcellius sent lightening bolts towards the vampire. Nimbly, Viggo dodged the attacks, but did not realize that the crafty demon was waiting for an opening to slash out at him with his claws. Soon, the Demon Hunter made the mistake of getting too close to the humanoid snake; though Viggo easily avoided getting pounded by Marcellius' fist, his momentum brought him into the path of one of the lightening bolts. Stunned by the electricity, the Demon Hunter dropped his sword, giving the evil demon the chance to seize him by the neck.
Fangs bared in a cruel smile, the humanoid snake squeezed the vampire's neck, lifting the smaller demon a few feet off the floor. "Beg for mercy, fledgling and I will kill you quickly."
Hearing his opponent muttered under his breath, Marcellius could not help but laugh. "Say it a little louder, boy. I can't hear you."
On cue, the Demon Hunter began to raise his voice, gasping for air with each word. Still soft as a whisper, Viggo continued, "...fires...of...hell...gather...black...dragon...wave..."
When Marcellius realized what the Demon Hunter was attempting, it was already too late. The snake-demon did not even have time to drop his prey when black flames materialized in the room and rushed towards Viggo's right hand. The fire coalesced into a cackling conflagration on the vampire's palm, before engulfing his entire arm. Black fiery dragons took shape, cutting through Marcellius' body, incinerating the evil demon to cinders in a matter of seconds.
As his enemy disintegrated, Viggo collapsed on the floor, struggling to breathe. It was a long while before the vampire found the strength to stand. He had used the most powerful spell passed down by his grandfather, one that only a true immortal Dark Knight could cast. Even with his newfound powers, the vampire could not fully control the Black Dragon Wave; the throbbing pain in his arms was enough to tell him to never attempt such a thing again in the near future.
The flames had purged the hall of the poisonous mist; his vision was quickly returning. The Demon Hunter glanced gingerly at his right arm and was appalled by what he saw. The limb was severely burnt, the skin and flesh charred and blistering. Even with healing magic and his fast recovery rate, it would be a long while before he could go hunting again. Surprisingly, the prospect of being out of work did not irk him at all. In fact, Viggo thought it would be rather nice to take a long vacation with his beautiful lover; he could hardly wait to acquaint himself with all the perks of being a vampire.
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7pm, Demon World
Things were going slower than David had hoped. Though he had the upper hand in terms of magic, the Third Lord of Havoc had a distinct advantage - Fortibras could regenerate. On more than one occasion, the vampire had obliterated all but a tiny part of the Demon Lord's body; but the small chunk of flesh was enough to harbor all of Foribras' essence, allowing the evil creature to fully reform in the blink of an eye.
Realizing that he could not win this battle with power alone, David switched to a physical approach, using only his sword to hack at the Demon Lord; he would not waste his magic while he brainstormed to find a way to defeat his opponent. In the meantime, Fortibras attacked the vampire with a flurry of spells, relentlessly pursuing his agile opponent around the throne room with lightning bolts and blades of wind.
Seeing that his lesser spells were not enough to defeat the Guardian, the Demon Lord decided it was time to reveal his true powers. Letting out a growl that shook the hall, Fortibras began to grow in size, spurting black horns and leathery wings, resuming his true form of a 'winged-goat' demon. Flapping his giant wings to create a mighty gale, the Demon Lord took flight with arms outstretched. On his forehead, a third eye opened, sending out a beam of light that destroyed all in its path.
Nimbly, David spun out of the path of the light and threw his sword at the Demon Lord. He knew that swords were of no more use here; from now on, it would be a battle of magic. When his opponent focused the third eye on him a second time, the vampire was ready - he turned into mist and streaked past the evil creature. Materializing in mid-air behind his enemy, the vampire created a fireball in his palm and hurled the flames into Fortibras back, sending the other demon flying into the ground. Howling in pain, the Demon Lord attacked the Guardian with a vortex of winds and flames.
The gale traveled so fast that the vampire was unable to transform in time to avoid the attack. David was forced to cast a weak protection around himself, hoping the shield was enough to withstand the assault. The force of the wind shredded his garments and the fire singed his skin, but the Guardian survived without major injuries. That, however, was not the end of David's troubles. While he was immobilized within the vortex of flames, Fortibras took the opportunity to focus his third eye on the vampire once again. Though the Guardian managed to move in time to avoid being bisected, the light caught his shoulder to create a severe wound. The shock of his injury caused David to lose his focus momentarily, which caused him to plummet to the ground.
The Demon Lord kicked the fallen vampire savagely with his hoof before gathering his powers to finish David off with a blast of light from his third eye. Still disorientated from his injuries, the Guardian briefly wondered if he would die before he had a chance to go on his date with Karl; but that was before he noticed that Fortibras' wing had not yet fully healed from his fireball attack.
Now, Dave realized that in order to obtain greater offensive power, the Demon Lord had sacrificed his defensive abilities. If he could muster the strength to cast his next spell on Fortibras the precise moment the other demon attacked, he would have the chance to win this battle. It was a very risky gamble; but if this fight continued, David knew he would lose. Since losing was not an option, the blond vampire would abandon all reservations and give it his best shot.
Closing his eyes, the Guardian began to chant the words in his mind. He could feel the evil energy gathering within his opponent; seeing Fortibras would only be an added distraction. "Elementals of Air and Water! Seal the ancient pact and fulfill your obligations. Be my sword and smite my enemy."
As the Demon Lord's third eye flickered open, shards of ice emanated from David, racing towards his opponent. Though most of the icicles melted away before they reached their target, a single ice-lance struck Fortibras' third eye the moment it fully opened. The evil creature roared in fury and pain, instinctively flinging his arm to cover the injured orb. But the limb never reached its target, for the water vapor in the air crystallized around the Demon Lord, trapping him within a prison of ice.
Making full use of this opportunity, the vampire chanted the most destructive spell in his arsenal.
"'Darkness beyond the blackest pitch, powers buried in the flow of time, obey me and come forth from the depths of hell and turn my enemies into dust!"
Raw energy pulsated in the room before converging on the immobilized Demon Lord, destroying the evil creature in a blast so powerful that left only a smoking crater where Fortibras once stood. The entire palace shook from the force of the explosion, the flames having melted away a large portion of the ceiling and supporting columns in the throne room. The vampire knew the building was about to collapse. As fast as his injured body would allow, David ran out of the hall to find his companion. The threat to the Human World had been annihilated for now; it was time to return home to tend to personal matters.
Title: Vampires, Dark Knights and Smut...Part Deux, 2.1
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17 (as evident from the title)
Pairing: KU/DW, VM/OB
Disclaimer: None of this is true. All a figment of my sick imagination.
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3am, Harry's House
"Hey," smiled the dark-haired vampire weakly as his brother walked into the room. Orli awoke about half an hour ago, and was feeling much better after Vig generously donated a hefty dose of his powerful blood. The Demon Hunter figured if he needed to be drained to the point of death for the ritual, he might as well benefit his lover instead of David.
"You all right?" asked the blond demon as he moved to sit on the bed beside the couple.
"Yeah, thanks to Vig," said Orli as he burrowed his face into the warmth of his lover's chest. The man responded by tightening his arms around the fragile beauty as he kissed the top of the vampire's head.
David refrained from commenting that the little one had got hurt because of the Demon Hunter. Instead, he conceded it was nice of Viggo to offer Orlando the powerful blood of a Dark Knight. "I guess he occasionally does something right."
The Demon Hunter glared at the blond vampire but said nothing. They had been at each other's throat ever since they met; he had expected David's hostility. The truth was he even expected the older vampire to accuse him of being the reason Orli was injured, not that David would be wrong. His annoyance, however, was not lost on his beautiful lover who spoke in his defense, "Don't be so hard on Vig. It's not like you've never made mistakes, Davie."
"True enough. But I love you and want the best for you. It irks me to see Viggo risk his life and your happiness so recklessly all the time," sighed the blond vampire as he brushed his little brother's cheek.
Before the dark-haired beauty could make a response, Viggo spoke, holding the blond vampire's merry-blue eyes, "I want the best for Orli as well. I love him and will die to protect him."
With an exasperated sigh, Dave shook his head at the Demon Hunter. "You still don't get it, do you? What's the use of dying for Orlando when he needs you to live for him? And how can you expect me to respect you when you don't even believe you're worthy of being the little one's lover? God, I must be daft to think if I get on your case enough, you'll figure this out on your own."
The vampire's words were not what Viggo expected. He had always thought that David despised him because he was just a weak mortal, unworthy of Orli's attention. He'd never dreamed that he actually had the older demon's approval all along. "David, I…."
"Don't go all mushy on me, Viggo. I'm going to make you a vampire; and you better stay alive and make my little brother happy for all eternity. If you do anything stupid to get yourself killed, I will go to hell myself and kick your sorry ass," warned the blond vampire, cutting off any argument or apology the Demon Hunter wanted to make. Now, he and Viggo finally had an understanding. Assuming the man stopped behaving like a total idiot, there would be no need to continue being hostile to him.
"Don't worry, David, I won't. Orli means everything to me," promised the Demon Hunter with a smile as he disentangled himself from his lover to offer the blond vampire his neck. Life was full of surprises; who would have thought that, tonight, Viggo would not only receive the Dark Gift, but David's friendship as well.
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Noises, a jumble of words and sounds, invaded his mind the moment Viggo regained consciousness. Annoyed, the Demon Hunter commanded them to be silent and was surprised when his order was instantly obeyed. "I see you've learnt the first lesson of being a vampire without instruction. I think you can survive without me tonight."
Opening his eyes, the Demon Hunter found Dave smiling proudly at him. All his senses had been enhanced; his vision was so sharp that he could almost feel the warm velvet softness of his Maker's skin by sight alone. "What are you talking about?" asked Viggo, wanting to learn as much about his new lifestyle as soon as possible. He would need to master his new powers to protect his beloved demon; there was no time to waste.
"The voices are thoughts and emotions of the living beings in the city. They can get annoying if you don't know how to shut them out. But thanks to your powers as a Dark Knight, controlling them seems natural to you," explained the blond vampire, pleased by his pupil's enthusiasm.
"And mind-reading is to focus my attention on one voice?" inquired the newly made vampire, encouraged by the lack of smugness in his Maker's voice. He'd never thought asking David for information would be this easy.
"Exactly! This boy can be taught," smiled the blond demon, playfully laying a pat of approval on Viggo's head.
Turning to glance at his little brother lounging on the couch, David knew it was time for him to leave - it was time for his new fledging to receive a different kind of instruction. Viggo would have to wait until tomorrow to learn how to use his powers. Smiling at the Demon Hunter, David bid his goodnight, "If you will excuse me, I have an important matter to tend to. I now leave you in Orlando's capable hands."
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"Why are you sitting over there, beautiful?" asked Viggo, wanting to feel his lover's silken skin with his heightened senses. Their sex life had been white-hot when he was a man; he could imagine it would be even better now that he too was a vampire.
"You'll see," replied the dark-haired beauty as he used the remote to turn on the stereo. Music, slow and erotic, began to flood the room. Without leaving the sofa, Orli began to move to the rhythm, fondling his still-clothed body suggestively as his eyes captivated his lover with a sultry look.
Viggo was about to burst out of his pants just from watching his seductive little demon. With his enhanced senses, he could feel the tactile sensations that graced his lover's fingertips, Orli's heat from underneath the thin garments scorching his brain. When one of the dark-haired beauty's hands traveled up his neck and fanned over his parted lips, the Demon Hunter knew if this continued, he would soon come without any direct stimulation. As enjoyable as the experience might be, Viggo wanted to join his smoldering temptress now, to worship Orli's gorgeous lover's body with his own hands and lips. However, as the Demon Hunter started to rise, the dark-haired beauty stopped his movements and commanded huskily, "Stay there, love; and enjoy the show."
"I need you now, beautiful," protested Viggo as he fell back onto the bed, complying with his lover's wishes.
Orli answered with a smile as he languidly slid off the couch. Slowly, he started swiveling to the music, unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way towards the bed. Effortlessly, the vampire shrugged his shirt off, caressing his pale chest and abs as his eyes fluttered close from the pleasure of his own touch. Biting his lower lip, one of Orli's hands settled on his nipple and began to roll the dusky peak between his thumbs. His other started its slow journey down his torso, inching its way towards the source of his pleasure. Eyes now holding Viggo's in a lustful gaze, the vampire began to unbutton his jeans with nimble flicks of his thumb. Gracefully stepping out of the garment, Orli was pleased to note that his lover was panting with desire from watching his striptease.
Viggo knew he'd never been this aroused in his entire life; in fact, he considered it a feat that he managed to will himself into not reaching his peak during the striptease. As things were, his pants were more than a little wet from the generous amount of moisture that had leaked from his engorged shaft. The Demon Hunter had never imagined a vampire would be that sensitive to visual stimuli; no wonder Orli always said he enjoyed pleasuring him and watching him writhe with ecstasy as much as sex itself.
As soon as the dark-haired beauty came close enough for Viggo to touch, the Demon Hunter jumped his lover, bringing the gorgeous devil onto the bed on top of him. With preternatural speed, the newly made vampire rolled and pinned his lover underneath his larger frame. "You are such a tease!"
"That's nothing, love," replied Orli as he slipped his hands between their bodies to free Viggo's manhood from the confines of his pants. With skilled fingers, the dark-haired beauty stroked his lover's arousal, coating the engorged organ with its own moisture as he gently pumped the length.
"Oh..god..stop..." breathed the Demon Hunter, who could sense his body tensing, about to explode into his lover's hand. He did not want to finish like this, not this first sharing of intimacy with Orli as an equal.
Immediately, the vampire stopped his administrations and leaned upwards to claim Viggo's lips in a fiery kiss. As their tongues mated, Orli wound his arms around his lover's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, opening himself to be claimed. Without further delay, the Demon Hunter plunged into the dark-haired beauty's tight heat, groaning in pleasure of being sheathed in his beloved immortal. Viggo made no pretense of gentleness tonight, thrusting hard and fast into his lover's willing body; not that Orli minded since each stroke slammed directly into his sweet spot, making him see stars.
But Orli was not about to allow his own pleasure interfere with giving his lover the ultimate euphoria of a vampire's existence. He began licking Viggo's neck as he worked his inner muscles to clamp down hard upon his lover's manhood. Lost in the haze of pleasure, the Demon Hunter let out a series of rapturous cries as he rammed mercilessly into Orli's heat. Sensing his lover's eminent release, the vampire nibbled gently on Viggo's neck, not quite breaking skin.
"Orli, please..." pleaded Viggo not quite certain what he was asking for. But when his lover's fangs sank into his neck, pleasure exploded from the spot like a supernova, molten fire rushing through his veins to sizzle his nerves, prompting an eruption of heat from his loins as he had never experienced before. With a triumphant shout, Viggo emptied his seeds deep within his lover. When the older vampire closed the wound with a flick of his tongue, the ecstasy receded, leaving the Demon Hunter as no more than a boneless heap.
Orli did not mind when Viggo collapsed on top of him. He knew his lover was too tired to move. Gently, he rolled the Demon Hunter over and smiled fondly at the sight of his still-clothed lover with his limp organ hanging out lewdly from his pants. Tenderly, the older vampire undressed his lover before snuggling closer to his warmth. Settled comfortably in Viggo's arms, Orli began stroking himself to find his own release. He knew it was impossible to maintain brain function during the first love-making session as a vampire; so he was not surprised that Viggo had neglected his needs tonight. Perhaps, he could punish the Demon Hunter for being inconsiderate' tomorrow; that would definitely be fun.
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Dave returned to find the object of his affections pacing around wearing nothing more than a small towel that just barely covered his private parts. "You should be resting, Karl."
"Sorry, couldn't get comfortable," replied the werewolf as he spun round to face the blond vampire. Though his feet and toes hurt from moving, it was less uncomfortable than sitting or lying down. His wounds were beginning to heal; and the smaller ones were starting to scab over and itch. Karl had taken a shower in hopes of alleviating the discomfort, but to no avail. As his skin was extremely irritable, he decided to wear as little as possible. If he were not sharing a room with Dave, who was a bit reserved and shy, he would have been naked right now.
The vampire loathed seeing Karl suffer, not to mention he had promised he would take care of the werewolf's injuries. But the thought of licking every inch of Karl's skin was enough to make him blush from head to toe. The perceptive werewolf, noticing the blond vampire's predicament, reassured, "Don't worry, Dave. I'll be fine. You look a bit tired. You should just go to sleep early."
"Right," replied the vampire, torn between his need to take care of Karl and his resolve not to rush their relationship. He had never shied away from making eye contact with anyone before; but now, he found himself staring at the ground, fearing he would lose control if he saw desire in the werewolf's eyes. His study of the floor, however, yielded a surprising finding - Karl's feet were bleeding!
"Stop," whispered Dave as he raised his cerulean eyes to hold the werewolf's, freezing the larger demon in place with the intensity of his gaze. "You are bleeding," continued the vampire as he closed the distance between them until they were merely inches apart.
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much, really," gulped Karl as his manhood began to swell under Dave's probing gaze. He still remembered how wonderful the vampire's tongue felt upon his skin; but he needed to make sure that Dave did not feel obliged to do something he was uncomfortable with.
"No, it's not okay, Karl," purred the vampire as his lips latched onto a scar on the werewolf's neck, gently licking the spot until the skin was once again smooth and unblemished. Unhurriedly, Dave laid a trail of open-mouth kisses on Karl's face and neck, tongue darting out to caress any spot that bore the evidence of Marcellius' attack. The werewolf moved to wound his arms around the vampire, but the blond demon stopped him. "This is a healing session, Karl. Patients don't get to touch."
"As you wish," replied the werewolf as he shifted and balled his fist. He was determined to allow Dave dictate the pace of their relationship, even if the vampire were to tease him until he exploded. Besides, sex with his previous lovers had been hard and fast; Karl was curious to experience the finer details of lovemaking.
With a satisfied smile, Dave began to work his way down the werewolf's body. He suckled on Karl's collarbone and broad shoulders, drawing little murmurs of encouragement from his lover. He then traced the well-toned muscles of the werewolf's arms with feather-light strokes of his tongue, kissing a tortuous path to Karl's palm. Eyes fixed on his 'patient's', the vampire drew the werewolf's fingers into his mouth, lavishing ample attention on each digit before moving on to seek new targets to taste.
Karl's chest was the next to know the vampire's magic touch. Dave lapped greedily at the supple muscles before latching onto the werewolf's nipple, eliciting yet another cry from the chestnut-haired demon. Karl knew he could not take much more of this sweet torture. Desperate for some friction, the werewolf thrust his hips forward, grinding into the blond demon, hoping the vampire would have mercy and touch his engorged manhood. He growled in protest when Dave pulled away, thinking to beg if necessary, but his words came out as a gasp. The vampire had removed the towel hiding his erection and started to caress his length with slow, firm brushes of his tongue.
When Dave took the sensitive tip of his arousal into his mouth and started suckling, Karl's eyes flickered close from the intense pleasure. He felt as if he had drowned in a whirlpool of desire; all his senses set aflame, knowing only the deafening roar of his own heart and the wet heat that paved the way to the lands of ecstasy. With a strangled cry, Karl exploded inside his lover's welcoming mouth.
After milking every drop of the werewolf's seeds, Dave rose to his feet and wound his arm around his exhausted lover's waist. Waiting until Karl could stand on his own strength, the vampire began his work again, moving behind the werewolf to lap leisurely at his back. Karl could feel himself growing hard a second time from Dave's administration. Thanks to their animalistic nature, a werewolf's stamina in bed was phenomenal. But, as the vampire moved onto his hands and knees in front of him to savor his legs, Karl had a feeling that Dave would tire him out before the night was over.
When Dave rose again, the only places were Karl still bore the injuries from Marcellius' attack were his ass, the back of his legs and his feet. Smiling seductively, the vampire guided his lover to the bed. It was clear that Dave wanted to take him from behind; while Karl was content to submit to his lover's control until now, he much preferred to be on top. "Dave, I don't think..."
"Get on your knees, handsome," commanded Dave huskily, lilting the words to give them an added erotic quality. He knew Karl could not resist the gentle order; many years ago, his previous lover had told him that his voice was as powerful a 'weapon' as his mouth and hands.
Karl wondered why Dave had to have such an irresistibly sexy bedroom voice as he reluctantly took his position on the bed. There was always a chance that if he behaved, the vampire would allow him to have what he wanted afterwards. He just had to keep a tight rein over his lust so he did not spend himself completely too soon.
Dave smiled as he sensed his lover's thoughts, but made no attempt to correct the misunderstanding. Instead of joining the werewolf on the bed, the vampire knelt by the side and began suckling Karl's toes. The werewolf cried out at the unexpected pleasure, never realizing until now that his toes were such weak spots. Gently lapping each feet until the last traces of silver burns vanished, Dave started his slow exploration of the back of Karl's legs. He paid special attention to the werewolf's sensitive inner thighs, prompting yet another rounds of rapturous moans, before turning his attention the Karl's tight, round buttocks.
Kissing and teasing the smooth cheeks with his tongue, the vampire crawled onto the bed behind his lover. Strong hands held Karl's waist as Dave's skilled tongue slipped inside the crack and began circling the puckered entrance. Eager for more of the promised pleasure, the werewolf tried to push his hips into his lover, but the vampire's hold was too strong. All Karl could do was moan and writhe as Dave's tongue danced tantalizingly on his sensitive flesh, all too much but not quite enough. "Please."
Feeling the tension in his lover's body, Dave decided to have pity and began his administration in earnest. The vampire thrust his tongue into Karl's tight body, making the werewolf howled in ecstasy. With quick deft strokes, Dave ravished his lover with his tongue, driving Karl insane with lust. Knowing that the werewolf was close to release, the vampire slid on of his hands onto his lover's erection, pumping the length in corkscrew motion. Within minutes, Karl was once more engulfed by waves of ecstasy that wrecked through his body, spilling seed over his own stomach and the bed.
No more than a mass of trembling nerves, the werewolf collapsed onto the bed. Stretched out comfortably next to his lover, Dave began tracing little patterns on the broad expense of the werewolf's back with a content smile. It was a while before Karl regained enough of his wits to open his eyes and whispered, "That's absolutely amazing. Now, I believe it's my turn to take care of you."
Watching the werewolf rolled lazily onto his side to face him, the vampire smiled, "Sorry, Karl. As I said, you're the patient tonight. You don't get to touch."
"Why not?" asked Karl with his best come-hither look.
The werewolf knew vampires were sensuous creatures by nature, which took great delight in the pleasures of the flesh. Given their heightened senses, the act of giving pleasure should be as arousing as receiving it. When his lover did not answer his question, Karl frowned before giving Dave a quick glance-over. He was dismayed to find that the vampire did not seem at all aroused, despite their previous activities. Almost immediately, icicles of fear pricked his heart as he wondered if his lover had not found him desirable, if Dave no longer wanted him after his 'disappointing performance' in bed.
"Rest assured that I want you, Karl. I just need some time," replied Dave quickly as he nuzzled his lover's neck. "Now get some rest," breathed the vampire against Karl's ears, moving to wind his arms around the werewolf's waist.
Only slightly reassured, Karl decided he would leave matters be for now. It had been an extremely long and eventful night for both of them. They needed to rest to recover their strength; with Dave issuing a challenge to one of the Lords of Havoc, the werewolf knew they would have an arduous battle ahead. Tomorrow night, perhaps his vampire would give him an explanation that would set his mind at ease.
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11:45 am, Harry's house
A sharp knock on the door startled Karl from his sleep. The first thing he sensed was his lover slumbering beside him, unmoving, deep in a death-like rest. The werewolf opened his eyes to find that the room was pitch black, designed to be the perfect daytime crypt for a creature of the night. Another soft knock drew Karl's attention to the door; using his night vision, the werewolf wrapped some sheets around his naked form and answered the door. "Morning, Harry."
"It's almost noon, Karl. Want to go for lunch?" asked the Jaguar, seemingly unconcerned at his friend's state of dress.
"Shouldn't we stay to protect the others?" asked the werewolf as his stomach let out an unceremonious growl at the mention of food. Starving as he was, Dave's safety came first.
"Don't worry, Karl. The place is safe with Dave's and my safeguards. Come on, I'll lend you some clothes," said Harry as he gently pulled Karl into the hallway. The developments within his mansion last night were extremely interesting. Though not overly nosy by nature, the Jaguar could not help being intrigued by the idea of Dave having a new lover. The vampire had never shown any interest in another since Orlando's father betrayed him. Perhaps, Karl would not mind answering some questions to satisfy his curiosity.
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1 pm, Seaside Steakhouse
Karl stared at his steak as his companion continued casting meaningful glances his way. He could tell that Harry was aware of what happened last night. The only question remained was how the Jaguar would react. He hoped his fellow Guardian would not disapprove of the relationship. Harry was a good friend; and the werewolf hated the idea of having the uncomfortable silence between them now continued for all eternity. Never one for being subtle, Karl said quietly, "Stop staring at me already. Whatever you want to ask, ask."
"You spent the night with Dave?"
"Yes, but that's not really your business. And I will be more careful in the future and be sure I am not a liability in our upcoming battle," replied the werewolf, holding his friend's intense tawny eyes with a heated gaze of his own.
"Alright," replied Harry as he tore his eyes from his friend and started eating. Thinking that the interrogation was over, Karl too began on his meal. He was quite ravenous after the intense bout of 'sex' last night.
"Did he let you touch him?" asked the Jaguar, recalling Dave's unhappy past. He had to make sure that the couple spent the night the way two normal, healthy, sexually active demons in love would.
Karl, who was eating, promptly choked on his food, coughing and sputtering until he was bright red. He spat out the offending morsel, but his face remained every bit as crimson. He could not believe what Harry had just asked him. As he continued to stare at his friend in shock, the Jaguar continued, "Sorry, had to ask. It's not really my place and all; but you two are both very good friends and I want you to be happy."
It was not long before the werewolf realized that his older friend had privy information that could explain Dave's apparent 'disinterest' in him. "No. In fact, he doesn't even seem interested in, umm, you know..." Karl stopped, staring at his steak in embarrassment, unable to finish his statement. He had always thought a demon with his 'experience' could not be shy; but he kept surprising himself when it came to Dave.
"Don't tell him I told you this, okay? But Dave had a very bad breakup more than 3000 years ago. He never truly recovered from that," whispered Harry secretively, wanting to help Karl and Dave got together like a normal couple.
"So, you're saying he can't..." gasped the werewolf, eyes wide as saucers, remembering vividly how virile Dave had looked in the club last night, gyrating with that annoying sandy-haired man.
"No, I'm saying he has an aversion to intimacy. He is more than capable of going all the way when he wants to. But, you've got to take your time with him, seduce him with what turns him on," replied the Jaguar with a wink as he smiled deviously at his companion.
"Alright, Harry. I'm all ears; what must I do?"
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5 pm, Harry's house
After three thousand years of hating winters, Dave found himself loving it for the very reason he despised the season - the early sunset. Before, more waking hours meant more time spent alone or pretending he felt nothing for Karl. Now, an early dusk meant he had time to take care of some business before his 'big date'. A quick decisive battle with the Third Lord of Havoc would be a lesson to other ambitious demons that the Guardians were not to be trifled with.
Reaching out with his magic, the vampire sought Harry to inform him of his plans. But to his surprise, the Jaguar was blocking him with a powerful mind shield. Even more peculiar was that Karl too was within the protective circle. Dave knew it would take a tremendous amount of energy to push through the barrier; given his impending battle, he would rather not waste any magic on personal matters. He would have to wait to find out what the two were-animals were planning.
Not wanting to leave without a word, Dave took the form of mist and drifted towards his little brother's room. Instead of barging in unannounced, the blond vampire materialized in front of the door to knock. Several minutes later, a disheveled Demon Hunter, wearing on his boxers, opened the door. "Oh, hi David."
"Just want to say I'm off to pay a visit to an old friend. Please tell Karl for me, in case I'm not back before seven," said the blond vampire smoothly before turning to leave.
"Wait a minute. You're not going alone!" frowned Viggo as he seized his Maker's arm, realizing the oldest of the Guardians was about to challenge their enemies. He did not become a vampire for nothing; he would make those demons pay for trying to kill him and his beloved Orli.
"Your place is with the one you love, Viggo," replied Dave quietly, not wanting to endanger his fledgling. It was better that he went alone; this way there could be no distraction when he fought Fortibras.
The vampire was about to transform into mist and put an end to this argument when Orli glided to the door and wrapped his arms around the Demon Hunter. "Davie, I don't want you to face danger alone. I would go with you if I could, but without magic, I won't be much help. Please let Vig go with you on my behalf."
"But..."
"I trust Vig. I know he will come back to me," said the dark-haired vampire resolutely as he gazed as his lover with pride.
Viggo responded by giving Orli a gentle kiss before turning to the blond demon and smiled, "Give me five minutes. I know I can help."
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6 pm, Demon World
Viggo was true to his word. Whenever the two vampires encountered lesser demons, sent by Fortibras to drain their magic and stamina before the final confrontation, the Demon Hunter would handle the situation with his trusty sword and guns. David could not help but be amazed at how professional his fledgling was at disposing of these soulless creatures. Now, the blond demon finally understood why Orli had so much faith in his lover. Viggo was every bit as powerful as his grandfather, the original Dark Knight Sparda.
The two vampires were now inside Fortibras' stronghold. Using their perfect night vision, they raced through the winding corridors of the pitch-black palace. Within minutes, they successfully navigated their way to the inner sanctuary; but their good fortune was about to end. Within the hall was a poisonous mist that skewed their eyesight, effectively blinding the vampires to their surroundings.
"Welcome to my master's castle. But I am afraid I cannot allow you to go any further," commented Marcellius in an amused voice, the words reverberating through the hall.
Though the blond demon much preferred to save his strength for the battle with Fortibras, he knew he could not defeat his opponent without using magic. His sight was useless; and the acoustics within the hall made it impossible to locate his enemy with his hearing. But before David could cast, his fledgling laid a restraining hand on his arm and spoke, "Your voice is familiar. You are the one who stabbed me yesterday."
"What a bright boy! Too bad I have to kill you," chuckled the humanoid snake as he readied his cursed daggers, taking careful aim of his two opponents from his hiding place.
"We'll see about that. Dave, why don't you go ahead? I have a score to settle with this one," said the Demon Hunter, moving slowly away from his companion.
"Viggo, I don't think that's a good idea. You still haven't completely mastered your new powers yet," argued the blond demon. He had taught Viggo the basic lessons in vampire magic during their journey; but the Demon Hunter's powers had not yet been put to a true test. Given that Marcellius was an ancient demon with powerful magic, Viggo could get seriously injured or even killed in this fight.
"Don't worry, Dave. I'll be fine. He almost killed Orli. I have to take care of this myself," said Viggo resolutely. With a smirk, the Demon Hunter added, "Come on, get out of here. Unless, of course, you're so pathetic that you don't even know where the door is."
Though reluctantly to leave his 'brother-in-law' to face Marcellius alone, David knew there was no use arguing with his pig-headed fledgling. Because of the simple architecture of the palace, the blond vampire was able to catch a glimpse of the door when they first entered, before the poison rendered his vision useless. Inching towards the exit, David retorted, "Of course I know where the door is. I suggest you stay alive until I come back, or there'll be hell to pay."
The blond vampire's movement was not lost on Marcellius. Promptly, the evil demon threw his daggers at David's retreating form. To his surprise, the Demon Hunter managed to shoot down his knives before they reached the older vampire. Growling in anger as David exited the room, the humanoid snake dropped onto the floor to circle Viggo. He would make his opponent suffer for the interference.
Eyes closed and completely unfazed, the Demon Hunter smiled, "I see you've finally decided to stop skulking around and face me."
"You will pay for your arrogance, fledgling. I will make you beg for death before the end," hissed the evil demon, claws outstretched to shred his opponent's arm off.
Viggo waited until the last minute before pulling out Anduril to slice Marcellius' arm. Enraged, the snake-demon howled and let out a rush of scorching flames from his mouth. The Demon Hunter rolled to the side to avoid the blow, but was not fast enough to completely escape harm. The fire singed his left arm; the room filled with the putrid smoke of burnt leather and charred skin. "That's my favorite suit! You'll pay for that!"
The Demon Hunter proceeded to slash at Marcellius with his sword, using the 'sixth sense' of a Dark Knight to guide him. This special ability, inherited from his father, was an acute sense of smell attuned to the odor of evil demonic creatures. Along with a newly learnt spell that sensed black magic, Viggo could 'see' his opponent and fight unhindered. He scored a number of blows on his enemy, who quickly realized the Demon Hunter was a powerful opponent.
Slithering out of range of the Demon Hunter's sword, Marcellius sent lightening bolts towards the vampire. Nimbly, Viggo dodged the attacks, but did not realize that the crafty demon was waiting for an opening to slash out at him with his claws. Soon, the Demon Hunter made the mistake of getting too close to the humanoid snake; though Viggo easily avoided getting pounded by Marcellius' fist, his momentum brought him into the path of one of the lightening bolts. Stunned by the electricity, the Demon Hunter dropped his sword, giving the evil demon the chance to seize him by the neck.
Fangs bared in a cruel smile, the humanoid snake squeezed the vampire's neck, lifting the smaller demon a few feet off the floor. "Beg for mercy, fledgling and I will kill you quickly."
Hearing his opponent muttered under his breath, Marcellius could not help but laugh. "Say it a little louder, boy. I can't hear you."
On cue, the Demon Hunter began to raise his voice, gasping for air with each word. Still soft as a whisper, Viggo continued, "...fires...of...hell...gather...black...dragon...wave..."
When Marcellius realized what the Demon Hunter was attempting, it was already too late. The snake-demon did not even have time to drop his prey when black flames materialized in the room and rushed towards Viggo's right hand. The fire coalesced into a cackling conflagration on the vampire's palm, before engulfing his entire arm. Black fiery dragons took shape, cutting through Marcellius' body, incinerating the evil demon to cinders in a matter of seconds.
As his enemy disintegrated, Viggo collapsed on the floor, struggling to breathe. It was a long while before the vampire found the strength to stand. He had used the most powerful spell passed down by his grandfather, one that only a true immortal Dark Knight could cast. Even with his newfound powers, the vampire could not fully control the Black Dragon Wave; the throbbing pain in his arms was enough to tell him to never attempt such a thing again in the near future.
The flames had purged the hall of the poisonous mist; his vision was quickly returning. The Demon Hunter glanced gingerly at his right arm and was appalled by what he saw. The limb was severely burnt, the skin and flesh charred and blistering. Even with healing magic and his fast recovery rate, it would be a long while before he could go hunting again. Surprisingly, the prospect of being out of work did not irk him at all. In fact, Viggo thought it would be rather nice to take a long vacation with his beautiful lover; he could hardly wait to acquaint himself with all the perks of being a vampire.
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7pm, Demon World
Things were going slower than David had hoped. Though he had the upper hand in terms of magic, the Third Lord of Havoc had a distinct advantage - Fortibras could regenerate. On more than one occasion, the vampire had obliterated all but a tiny part of the Demon Lord's body; but the small chunk of flesh was enough to harbor all of Foribras' essence, allowing the evil creature to fully reform in the blink of an eye.
Realizing that he could not win this battle with power alone, David switched to a physical approach, using only his sword to hack at the Demon Lord; he would not waste his magic while he brainstormed to find a way to defeat his opponent. In the meantime, Fortibras attacked the vampire with a flurry of spells, relentlessly pursuing his agile opponent around the throne room with lightning bolts and blades of wind.
Seeing that his lesser spells were not enough to defeat the Guardian, the Demon Lord decided it was time to reveal his true powers. Letting out a growl that shook the hall, Fortibras began to grow in size, spurting black horns and leathery wings, resuming his true form of a 'winged-goat' demon. Flapping his giant wings to create a mighty gale, the Demon Lord took flight with arms outstretched. On his forehead, a third eye opened, sending out a beam of light that destroyed all in its path.
Nimbly, David spun out of the path of the light and threw his sword at the Demon Lord. He knew that swords were of no more use here; from now on, it would be a battle of magic. When his opponent focused the third eye on him a second time, the vampire was ready - he turned into mist and streaked past the evil creature. Materializing in mid-air behind his enemy, the vampire created a fireball in his palm and hurled the flames into Fortibras back, sending the other demon flying into the ground. Howling in pain, the Demon Lord attacked the Guardian with a vortex of winds and flames.
The gale traveled so fast that the vampire was unable to transform in time to avoid the attack. David was forced to cast a weak protection around himself, hoping the shield was enough to withstand the assault. The force of the wind shredded his garments and the fire singed his skin, but the Guardian survived without major injuries. That, however, was not the end of David's troubles. While he was immobilized within the vortex of flames, Fortibras took the opportunity to focus his third eye on the vampire once again. Though the Guardian managed to move in time to avoid being bisected, the light caught his shoulder to create a severe wound. The shock of his injury caused David to lose his focus momentarily, which caused him to plummet to the ground.
The Demon Lord kicked the fallen vampire savagely with his hoof before gathering his powers to finish David off with a blast of light from his third eye. Still disorientated from his injuries, the Guardian briefly wondered if he would die before he had a chance to go on his date with Karl; but that was before he noticed that Fortibras' wing had not yet fully healed from his fireball attack.
Now, Dave realized that in order to obtain greater offensive power, the Demon Lord had sacrificed his defensive abilities. If he could muster the strength to cast his next spell on Fortibras the precise moment the other demon attacked, he would have the chance to win this battle. It was a very risky gamble; but if this fight continued, David knew he would lose. Since losing was not an option, the blond vampire would abandon all reservations and give it his best shot.
Closing his eyes, the Guardian began to chant the words in his mind. He could feel the evil energy gathering within his opponent; seeing Fortibras would only be an added distraction. "Elementals of Air and Water! Seal the ancient pact and fulfill your obligations. Be my sword and smite my enemy."
As the Demon Lord's third eye flickered open, shards of ice emanated from David, racing towards his opponent. Though most of the icicles melted away before they reached their target, a single ice-lance struck Fortibras' third eye the moment it fully opened. The evil creature roared in fury and pain, instinctively flinging his arm to cover the injured orb. But the limb never reached its target, for the water vapor in the air crystallized around the Demon Lord, trapping him within a prison of ice.
Making full use of this opportunity, the vampire chanted the most destructive spell in his arsenal.
"'Darkness beyond the blackest pitch, powers buried in the flow of time, obey me and come forth from the depths of hell and turn my enemies into dust!"
Raw energy pulsated in the room before converging on the immobilized Demon Lord, destroying the evil creature in a blast so powerful that left only a smoking crater where Fortibras once stood. The entire palace shook from the force of the explosion, the flames having melted away a large portion of the ceiling and supporting columns in the throne room. The vampire knew the building was about to collapse. As fast as his injured body would allow, David ran out of the hall to find his companion. The threat to the Human World had been annihilated for now; it was time to return home to tend to personal matters.