Gabriel's Wings (M-Rated)

Again, Jean-Claude was sleeping on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms.

And again, just before he had drifted off, he had marvelled over the excelled healing rate of vampires. Even more so now that he wasn't refusing to take blood.

The blankets were laying over his lower back, shielding both his new tattoo and his piercings from view.

The tattoo was what had commonly been dubbed a tramp stamp. It sat between his dimple-piercings comfortably, wings spreading out behind a name.

Gabriel.

Gabriel padded into their room, humming happily as he saw his fledgeling lying down on the bed. He crawled over the bed to straddle him carefully, making sure he didn't wake him. The tip of his tongue trailed behind the man's ear, dipping into the shell. "Evening."

Jean-Claude moaned softly, the tongue on his skin rousing him from sleep.

His eyes linked open and he stared ahead sleeping for a few moments before turning his head to the side to try and look up at his sire.

"Evening, Ga-" He yawned loudly. "-abe."

Gabriel grinned, snuggling closer to him, with an innocent but playful nip to his neck. "Sleepy?"

He decided he might set up camp here. Jean's back was comfy and he did not want to move for the moment. His arms wrapped around his fledgeling's waist in a comfortable embrace, nuzzling into the crook of his neck affectionately.

"Just a little," he replied, turning on his side to face his sire, arms slipping around his neck.

Seeing as there wasnt an excessive amount of attention being given to his lower-back he had assumed Gabe hadn't noticed the tattoo.

Idly, he wondered how long he could keep his tattoo secret as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Gabriel lifted his hips slightly to allow the man beneath him to turn over, kissing him back tenderly. His arms slid down Jean's waist to his lower back, unknowingly brushing the new tattoo. They tightened, hugging his fledgling close to him, putting pressure on the raw skin.

He squirmed a little when Gabe's arms pressed against his new tattoo, hips unintentionally brushing against his sire's.

"You seem to be invading my bed quite often," he chuckled softly. "Is there any particular reason?"

He ignored the question, having noticed the way that Jean squirmed when he touched his lower back. The blond sat up, turning him over, a little forcefully, pulling the duvet off his lower back. His expression froze in shock, slowly turning bright red to see his name... written on his lover... just above... he gulped, mouth suddenly very dry.

He yelped when he was flipped back onto his stomach.

And then he waited.

And waited.

...And waited...

Where was the sarky comment? The little flirt, the fleeting touch?

"D-Do you not like it...?" He tensed up, truly scared to hear the answer. Had he done wrong getting the tattoo?

He was now a very bright shade of magenta, trying to reply, but words failed him, and his mouth ended up flapping uselessly like a fish. Forcing himself to speak, he stammered out a quick "'S'okay", looking away quickly, his face glowing.

what did 's'okay' mean? Didn't he like it?

He pressed his lips together and bowed his head, hair covering his eyes.

Damn.

The fledgeling gulped and shuffled towards the edge of the bed, biting his lips as he sat up, legs crossed.

As Jean started to move away, Gabriel quickly lost all self-restraint, pushing him back down on the bed to kiss him roughly, hands slipping around his waist to run over the slightly different-textured flesh repeatedly, pulling away from Jean's lips to kiss and nip his lover's neck enthusiastically, heart pounding in his chest.

He gasped in shock as he was pushed down but kissed his sire black readily, arms slipping around his neck again.

His head lolled back, offering his neck to the man hovering above him.

"I thought...you didn't like it...?" he murmured hesitantly, eyes sliding shut.

His face burned. "Idiot." He was genuinely surprised that Jean had thought that when he was pretty sure that his face must be bright scarlet by now.

Slipping a hand under Jean's body, he turned him over again, a little more gently this time, his eyes immediately locking in on the tattoo. A low groan escaped him, his fingers reaching out to touch the skin, a little hesitantly. "Does... it hurt?"

His head dropped to kiss the marked skin tenderly, his tongue lapping out with a moan as he tasted the combination of ink mingled with a slight hint of blood.

His cheeks flushed at the insult and he pouted childishly.

He hadn't been able to see Gabe's face. He had been laid out on his stomach and when he had thought his sire didn't like the tattoo, he had felt to shameful to look at him.

The fledgeling turned obediently, laying on his stomach again. "A little," he admitted. "But not all that much."

He purred quietly when he felt Gabe's tongue on his skin.

Gabriel traced the lines with the tip of his tongue, kissing the inked flesh; gently at first, but rapidly becoming quicker, rougher, his fangs accidentally skimming over the skin, as he lapped it tenderly, soothing it. He pressed into the back of Jean's thigh subtly, his breath hitching at the back of his throat at the pressure as a hand slipped around the man's waist to touch him through his shorts.

The fledgeling inhaled sharply when his sires fangs skimmed over the raw flesh. Okay, so it hurt a little more than he let on.

He pressed forwards against the man's hand, purring quietly.

"I'm sorry." he murmured as he heard the intake of breath, kissing the tattoo gently. His hand stroked a little harder before gripping him through the fabric, lips just skimming up the man's spine to graze the shell of his ear.

"These are annoying." he grabbed the waistband of the shorts, gazing at his fledgeling expectantly.

"It's okay. It's just a little pain." He could deal with a little pain.

He moaned, hips pressing forwards against the hand gripping him.

"They are, aren't they?" He lifted his hips to make it easier for his sire to remove his shorts.

The elder vampire purred as he slid the shorts off Jean's hips, bringing down the boxers with them. His hand brushed over the tattoo again, tracing the lines with a forefinger. "Does this mean that..." his hand slid down to slip between the cheeks of the man's behind to flit over his entrance, teasing him. "this belongs to me?"

He moaned softly, biting his lip as a blush painted his cheeks.

The fledgeling pressed back against the fingers with a soft mewl, too embarrassed to give an answer.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, bringing his hand down hard on Jean's behind, making sure to miss the new tattoo. He smirked at the pink hand print it left behind, leaning up to murmur in the man's ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." he bit down on the lobe sharply.

The fledgeling yelped when a hand struck his backside, hands flying to the stinging flesh. He rubbed his backside gingerly, looking at Gabe with shocked eyes and burning cheeks.

He stayed silent, though.

He growled possessively, taking off his belt to tie Jean's wrists tightly so he couldn't move them. The blond bent down, nipping his ear sharply again, his fingers returning to trace over his entrance, dipping in shallowly as a silent promise.

"I said, does this belong to me?" he purred seductively, his other hand coming up to pull at his nipple piercing.

He blushed darker, trying, and failing, to pull his wrists apart. "Gabe..."

His hips pushed up against the finger that pressed against him, a soft mewl escaping him, followed by a low groan when his piercing was tugged.

But he didn't say it.