Blood...Or An Omelette?

He rushed over to his fledgeling without hesitation as the wolf stepped away, wrapping his arms around him protectively in case the werewolf changed its mind and tried to attack again, his fangs bared warningly. But he did not attack. He didn't want to put Jean in that kind of danger again. Sliding his hand into Jean's hair, he pulled the brunet against his neck, partly to offer his blood, as he had promised the wolf, and partly to stop Jean's throat from being exposed.

When he had calmed down, and he was sure that the wolf wouldn't attack again, he trusted himself to open his mouth, turning back to Jean gently.

"Drink." he tilted his head back.

Jean had to, really. He had got into that trouble because he wouldn't drink and Gabriel had got him out of it. The older vampire wouldn't force him, but he knew he had put his fledgling in a position where he could not refuse.

Jean-Claude stared at the wolf silently, fingers perched on his throat, just under the small wounds that were already healing with help from his saliva.

Even as he nudged the fledgeling towards Gabe and Gabe almost flew over to him, pulling him against him.

He knew that he should have been scared or hateful. Weren't vampires and werewolves supposed to hate each other?

And yet, he couldn't help but think that, even though he had questionable methods, the Lycan was trying to help them. It was a crude way of doing so, tryng to rile Jean up until he attacked and then using Jean's life against Gabe to force him to force Jean to drink.

When Gabe told him to drink, his immediate reaction was to say no. He even had his mouth open to speak the word before he stopped himself.

His blue eyes flickered back towards Zeke then up to Gabe before he swallowed and hesitantly bit into his sire's neck, carefully piercing his skin with the fangs that were still distended.

Zeke watched silently as the vampire did as he was told.
Unmoving he waited untill he could see the new born drinking.
Jean was using his own fangs, doing as a vampire should.
Don't let me catch you being useless.
He growled at the younger, still maintaining his wolf form.
Zeke couldn't give a shit if he was scolded by his own elders later for this.
He knew he was making them nervious, good, maybe it would give them the kick they needed.
Slowly he walked past them, exiting the kitchen instead choosing to sit outside on the lawn, allowing him time to feed.

Gabriel moaned softly as teeth punctured his skin, pulling him in closer, his head tilting back further. If Jean was too gentle, he would barely get any blood out. He wanted to show Jean that it was fine to be a little rougher. Gabriel could easily stop him if he went too far. A contented sigh slipped from his lips, hands sliding into the brunet locks.

He smiled a little to himself at the wolf's words, feeling oddly grateful as he cradled the vampire against his neck, urging him to drink more.

His fangs sank into his sire's skin a little more, his hands sliding up into his long curly hair, weaving his fingers through it.

He still didn't much like the thought of drinking blood, but the taste, he admitted, wasn't all that bad now.

A whimpering groan escaped him as teeth slipped deeper into his flesh, leaning into the hand which ran through his hair, with a blissful sigh. He could feel Jean starting to feel more willingly now, and it made him happy, arms tightening slightly around the man's waist.

He tensed a little when Gabe made a noise, worried he had hurt him.

See, this was why he didn't want to-

His panicked thoughts stopped dead a the blissful sigh. That meant that he hadn't hurt him, right?

Gabriel felt the man hesitate and pulled him closer, tilting his head back further to reassure him. "It's fine. Please carry on."

His hands fisted in Jean's top, shivering, giving a slight gulp in anticipation as he waited for the fledgeling to continue.

His tongue lapped at Gabe's neck gently for a few more moments before he pulled back.

Already, his eyes were brighter and his cheeks had a healthier flush on them.

He opened his mouth but closed it again. Should he say thank you or sorry?

He shivered as a tongue lapped at his neck with a soft moan, smiling gently at his fledgeling as he pulled away. The blond chuckled as Jean's mouth flapped open and closed, winding his arms around his neck to kiss him deeply, so relieved that he was finally drinking after all this time. His tongue trailed along the younger vampire's lower lip, coaxing his lips open gently.

He moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth a little wider for the older vampire, tongue moving to touch his gently.

His fingers curled tighter in Gabe's blond hair. His hair was quickly becoming his favourite feature on the older vampire.

Gabriel kissed him eagerly, nudging Jean's tongue with his, encouraging him, letting out a whimpering moan as fingers curled in his hair. His fingers dug into his fledging's shoulders for a moment as he pulled him in closer, the soft kisses beginning to speed up unintentionally, sucking the younger vampire's lower lip gently, before swiping a tongue along it playfully.

He pulled away from Gabe, grinning slightly.

"Gabe, dear, this is a kitchen." He was not going to make out with someone in a kitchen.

He pouted for a moment, but poked his tongue out at the man playfully. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was dating a woman." he pretended to go to get up. "I'll just get the scented candles, shall I?"

All joking aside, he was feeling a little frustrated. There was something quite sexual about vampire feeding. You did not bite someone and then just go back to your everyday business.

"Piss off," he chuckled, thumping Gabe's shoulder as he pulled away, pulling himself to his feet.

"No kitchen sex."

He glided towards the sink, picking up both the full cup of blood and his empty plate on his way. He poured the cold blood down the sink, grimacing slightly before starting the process of cleaning the dishes.

"Aww." he pouted.

But he smirked as Jean went over to the sink to do the washing up. Approaching him from behind, his arms slid around his waist, kissing his neck to whisper into his ear,

"How about hall sex instead, then?"

"No," he replied, completely ignoring the older man's actions.

He passed the sponge over the dirty dishes, settling into a circular motion that calmed him with its familiarity.

((Haha they're like a married couple XD))

He whined, but pulled away, leaning back on the draining board to watch Jean wash up in amusement, eyes twinkling. "Hey, what do you know, I am dating a woman."

Not that he was all that manly himself of course. But he liked to think he was. At any rate, he couldn't wash up to save his life. He mainly added enough washing up liquid to threaten a tidal wave of bubbles and just left the plates in there in the hope that they would magically clean themselves.

"You weren't saying that when I was fucking you against the horse, were you?" He said that with a completely straight face, not even pausing in cleaning his dish.

Jean-Claude had perfected the art of the poker-face. He could say or do anything and keep a completely straight face if he wanted to.

It helped him win many a hand of cards with the boys at the club.

Gabriel tried not to let the colour rise to his cheeks in embarrassment as the memory flooded back. His efforts were futile though as his cheeks were stained in a deep blush.

"Yes, well, you weren't all that together when I fucked you first, either." he returned . Then smirked a little to himself. "I think I might just have to take you back up there again soon. There were so many things that we didn't get to try out."

"But I wasn't a woman, was I?" He grinned at the older vampire, eyes twinkling with mirth when he caught sight of the dark blush.

Hmmmm, could he make him blush any deeper?

"Oh, what are you planning on using next? The cross? String me up completely defenceless for your taking?"

He abandoned the dished for a moment to lean up and whisper huskily in his sire's ear. "Maybe chain me up against the wall? You might make me scream."

The blond flushed an even deeper shade of red, mind suddenly whirling with images, internally groaning. He growled at the teasing, pushing Jean back against the sideboard. "For someone who claims not to want kitchen sex, you really are trying hard to get me to fuck you."

He grinned up at Gabe when he flushed a darker colour.

"I'm just giving you idea's for next time," he replied, patting Gabe's shoulder softly before pushing him away and turning back the sink.

It took quite a bit of effort to force the poker face back on this time. He was too amused at his lover's frustration.

Gabriel growled under his breath, releasing the man reluctantly. He sat down at the table, sulking. "Tease." he grumbled to himself. Then grinned, determined to get vengeance.

He turned around in his chair silently, his eyes drilling into the back of the man's head, making sure the other vampire did not notice before giving his ass a swift and hard smack which echoed around the kitchen. The blond grinned. That sounded painful.

"Did you forget my occupation?" was his quiet response. It was his job to tease.

He tensed when the felt the harsh sting of his sire's hand against his ass.

...Ouch.

But he did his best not to react outwardly. The tenseness of his frame left and he relaxed back into cleaning the dishes like nothing had happened.