| Hi there,
Here is two short ficks I wrote. Dunno if you'd like it. I try it anyway.
Bloodcontract
We entered the lift and then in to his apartmann. He closed the door with the key and pinned me to the door. - Now you are just mine - he whispered to my ears and started kissing me heavily.
I let him stripped me and led by the hand to the bed, then he pushed me to the bed and laid on top of me, still fully dressed. He didn't ask what was I want, somehow he knew it.
- Dave, I want to undress you.
- Do it baby - He leaned forward and I loosened his tie and took his suit jacket off. Unbuttoned his shirt slowly and I tucked my face into his, now bare, neck and sniffed his skin all around and kissing him on every possible surface it was reachable for me. He gave a cry as I bit a sensitive part of his neck, and another one when I gave him an even harder bite.
- Baby, how do you know, that this is what I like - he moaned - Bite me harder if you can, never mind the marks.
- Dave, my love, I don't wanna really hurt you, if I bite harder you'd bleed.
- I enjoy having pain, do it, please, it turns me on, beyond all. Bite, baby!
- Ok - I said cautiously - I can go on with this if you want.
- Yes, this is what I want - he turned, slid off me, and laid on his back - Come, come, I am here for you. Eat me up alive.
- David, I don't know.
- Make me a happy man, come!
And I did what he was asking from me. I went on his body and bit and scratch his delicate skin, his passion was rising with every bite I gave, every scratch I gave. I reached his back of the neck and then he just went frentic, grab me and held me to prevent me from moving to other area. He was crying in his rapture. With my other hand I unzipped his pants and took out his pride, which couldn't have been harder and I started riding on my noble stallion.
And this stallion was gone wild totally, I hardly was able to keep myself on him. He held my hips with both hands and slowly he shut his eyes, just to open them again and looking straight to my eyes with his piercing green eyes, silently begging me to continue what I stopped to do. - Dave, you are already bleeding, look, here. I can't see this.
- Please, if you love me!
- Oh God, what are we doing dear!
- It is so easy to please me!
So I kissed his lips and bite them with the same movement. They were bleeding and I licked it. He was smiling and also bit my lip hard, our blood was mixing and now he licked it.
- Dave - I moaned faintly - my beautiful David. Look, there's blood all around, see?
- I know, it is time to sign a blood contract, don't you think?
- The one written in blood instead of ink?
- That one, but before it we have got something to be finished - he moved with his hip higher and kept me hard in the saddle, or was I riding this mustang on bareback? It could be the later, cause it was a real wild one, wanting to throw me down, this crazy horse! He increased the speed and I dropped myself on his chest, he made me come in an instant. - Oh bloody hell - I cried out.
- Bloody indeed. But not hell, our bloody heaven - he said. He was lying on his back still bleeding from wounds I inflicted. He was covered in blood and wounds. The bed was soaked in blood. I was bleeding and hurting too. Love and pain and suffering in different stages.
All crimson, rich, deep red everywhere. The colour of life, the colour of death, the colour of love. The colour of the Rose. He took out a piece of paper and he put his right forefinger on a wound on my neck. He started to write the text. Occasionally he dipped his finger into his own or my blood and wrote as nicely as if it would have been calligraphy.
– Ready - he announced and pushed the paper infront of me - read it Dear before you sign it, ’cause it's final.
It went like this: „The persons present (here came his name and mine) are agree to love and respect each other forever and ever, through infinity and beyond. If one would violate the valid contract it would draw serious acts upon the violator. The contract getting acknowledged and valid by signing.”
- Sign it David!
- Ok, here.
Now I signed it too. There was it our wows written and recorded.
- This is a stronger bond than you think - he said - I will drink your blood from your neck if you would not love me anymore.
- David.
- I will. Now, your turn.
- I drink the unholly blood of yours if you'd let me down.
- I would never let you down - he announced solemnly - come here, we can almost bath in our bloods, lay down beside me.
There we were two unholly creatures of the night in each other's arms.
By: Mauka
Improvisation
by: Mauka
I was crying out in sweet pain, his bite hit an open wound he did before. -David, love, it hurts.
- I know it does. Pain and pleasure, they go hand in hand together.
- Dave, can you make love tenderly? As tenderly and softly as I would like?
- Do you want it this way?
- Yes, Dave, it frightened me what we have done. It's ok if you bite me, but look, these wounds are pretty serious...
- Sorry baby, sorry. I hurt you, didn't I?
- You did, my love, you did.
- You said my love to me.
-. ...............
- You called me like that?
- .................
- Let me love you! Come here, you hardly could tell a word to me at the beginning and now you are brave enough to tell me such a thing like this.
- This is a fact.
- A proven one baby. You didn't want to do something and you did it for me then.
I was lying beside him and tried to clean his bleeding body with a tissue. - It's not necessary, he said, -the bleeding will stop eventually. Come and we have a shower. I ask new linnen.
- What they would say?
- Nothing of course, I pay for their service.
- But the blood.
- My bed is often look like this hon. Don't ya like it?
- Strange for me, at least. But I accept anything you do.
- Hmm, a wise decision if you wanna see me.
- Wanna see you?
- Yes, that's what I said. Come, have a bath with me. It soothes pain - he said and bit me on my neck again.
- Good, tomorow we'd go together to Kensington Avenue, Phil would be waiting for you there. Is it okay for ya? Don't lead him awry!
- What? After I spent a faboulus night with his big bro? And anyway…
- Come, here, I clean you, ok? I will take care of your wounds. And then baby you would see my tender side. Poor thing, I frightened you...
- It's okay. Just another sacrifice to love's eternal fight.
The next morning came as quickly as the pain comes after you got wounded. Perhaps Dave didn't wanted Phil seeing his bed, which was one bloody mess again so he said to me:
- We can say goodbye for now in the hallway ..
In the meantime Phil arrived, I heared them talking.
I went out after Dave and closed the door behind me. Dave was waiting for me and gave me a hug, then he caught the look in my eyes and kissed me tenderly, right in front of Phil. He let me go and he waved goodbye to us, turning and entering to his room again to look after his buisness. Phil looked at me grinning - He is great, isn't he? - he asked.
- Oh, Phil, if I could tell you that - I sighed and we got into the car.
- Now, how are you feeling today, Cornu?
- Guess Phil, guess! Your bro worn me out.
- Yeah, that's him, the lady killer. Was he lived up to your expectations?
- God, yes. He is, he is unbelievible. I thought he is great, I was convinced, but I hadn't had the slightest idea that he is that perfect of a lover.
- Did ya tell him so?
- Well, dunno. If screaming his name out to the silent night all the way around counts, then yes.
- Yes, it counts. He appreciated it, more than any compliments I can tell ya.
- Well Philip, life has changed for me forever, now I can descend to my grave as a happy woman.
- My bro is just fortunate to have this special ability of his, making women mad for him. Well, what is it you want today, Cornu dear?
- Phil, don't be bothered, I go along with you and do what you do. I wanna getting to know you better.
- Ah, I see. But I'm afraid I am not half as entertaining as Dave is.
- Oh, sure you are. In other ways of course, but just as entertaining. That's why I asked you to be my friend.
- Thanks, a lot, I appreciate your compliments.
- Not compliments, facts, Phil, facts.
- So, if this is so, we go and see Daniel first of all things. Dontya mind it?
- No, of course I don't. Let's go!
Phil's flat wasn't really far away, just ten minutes or so. We reached it quickly.
- Sorry, probably, there's a mess at home. Not everybody is as neat as Dave.
- Neat, you said, neat? Is he really?
- Sure he is. Doesn't like any mess around him.
- Good to know it, at least.
Phil's friend has just prepared a nice English breakfast for all of us, as he called him a couple of minutes earlier.
- Still in one? - Dan asked as he gave me a hug.
- Sort of, I answered him, just tired like hell.
- Well, well, well, you sure had an entertaining night then! Potent Dave in action, ha, ha... - he laughed.
I was not only tired but hungry as well so I ate everything up what Dan put on my table. After it I was contended and ready for anything.
- And now, what shall we do - I asked.
- Dave asked me to collect some things from his London mansion, so we will go there and do it for him. He said he need it by night.
- What is it?
- You will see. Nothing fancy.
- Like clean undies?
- Exactly.
- Nothing fancy for you, but it's different for me.
- Dya want to hand them for him?
- Khmm, I'm not sure.
- You can, if you want to......
So we went to Dave's mansion, which was actually a mansion, not a flat or something. With huge garden. What a luxory in crowded London! The house was painted to a tender shade of eggshells with meditterranian roof on top of it. The garden took my breath away. A true English garden with everything it should consist. But it was arranged in a slightly deviant, artistic way.
- Phil, was it your bro who actually designed this garden?
- Wow, you know him well, dontya? You knew he designs gardens!
- I didn't. But the way it is done is so Daveish, so much like him.
- Like?
- It has a very formal layout if you glance at it for the first time. But there are playful and surrealistic things around. And I would bet that sculpture is his own handwork, and I pointed to an abstract figure, a kind of mother with a child if you watched it closely, meaning hidden in pure, clean forms.
- Yes, that's his work. You recognised the only sculpture he made, the others are Moore's mainly, he adores his art. How do you do it?
- Dunno. I feel him within my mind.
- Man, I will tell this to him, he would be flabbergasted.
We went inside to the hall at the ground floor. I could see crimson marbel pillars and black marble on the floor. Impressive, indeed. Phil asked me if I wanted to see Dave's bedroom.
- What a question! Maybe you suspect the answer, dontya?
- I'm not suspect it, I am dead sure!
- No, don't tell me I am that transparent, so easy to see!
- Girl, he bit hard, yeah?
- What? What is it?
- Your neck baby, your neck!
- Oh, this?- and I pulled my kheki T-shirt upper, in vain of course.
- Do you like it? Being bitten and beaten up?
- He didn't beaten me up! What are you talking about?
- He didn't? Well, ok.
- Phil, what is it?
- Nothing, really, I just saw the marks he left. It's a signo marking that you're his.
- I'd been for long years in my heart and now in reality, too.
- You are mad about him, right?
- Kind of, yeah. I love him.
- So, that's why you left him doing this to you.
- Yes.
- Here's his bedroom, long stairs, so long stairs for my aching legs. Do come inside. Don't be afraid!
As we entered his bedroom I went straight for the bed and asked Phil: - May I?
- Help yourself! You are just like Dave, you would do it anyway.
And I layed down to his sacred bed and tucked my face to the pillows searching his scent on the bed-linen. And I caressed the duvet as he was beside me. His bed was like him, strong but soft, smelled good and was black like him sometimes and white as he always wants to be clean.
- Do you want to search for his undies with your own two hands? 'Cause in this case you should get up and pull that drawer out and he pointed onto a mahagoni chester.
- Wow, all his underwears, let's see which one he would like tonight? - and I begun sorting them out. I've chosen, not a big wonder, a black one, a silk boxer with a funny devil on it. Appropriate, isn't it? - I asked Phil.
- Girls, girls, ur bad.
- Nope, just love to have fun with your bro's "little one".
- Alright, I sad bad and I meant it, he said grinning. Would you be so kind and bring his razor and shaving foam and aftershave from the bath? He ran out of supply.
- Sure- out I went and felt myself like, like...his maid?
We collected everything David needed and headed for the hotel to hand it to him.
Our car stopped infront of Four Seasons.
- So will you hand them his stuff, ey?
- No, I won't. Don't wanna him disturbed by me.
- And he wouldn't be disturbed if I knock at his door, C'mon!
- But, ur his own brother. Okay, then go together!
- You need someone to escort you to your lover? Can I call you a coward?
- My lover! Oh, how I wish it to be true.
- But, it's true. You made love, didn't ya?
- Well, it's not lovemaking what makes someone a lover.
- Let's say ur born to be a lover then.
- You see, it is something else. You need, you need...Well, you need to be as charming as your bro. He is a natural born lover, a ladies' guy....
- He finds you charming for sure! Look at yourself!
- Oh, not again! Let's go inside instead!
After a couple of minutes Phil knocked at Dave's door....
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