Good Evening

Gabriel lay curled up in bed asleep. It was unlike him to sleep in so late. It was now coming up to eleven o'clock when he usually woke at eight, but he was tired. Probably because he hadn't fed as much as he usually would, and Jean was taking more blood, which drained him a little. But he wasn't complaining. And it was kind of nice just to doze off for a bit anyway. He gave a soft whine in his sleep and rolled over onto his back, stretching out a little.

Jean-Claude padded into the bedroom with two glasses of warm blood. One was full and the other almost empty.

Recently he had realised just how much blood he needed to survive. And how drained Gabe was getting because he was drinking from him.

When he woke up, he had decided to try to drink some blood. It took a good couple hours prep talk and reminding himself of Gabe's position in his diet, but he had eventually talked himself into drinking a glass.

He was going to wake Gabe up with a sweet kiss and a glass of blood but when he walked in he heard that moan and it shot straight through him.

The young German man set the two glasses down carefully on Gabe's bedside table and slid onto the bed, pressing against Gabe's side.

He kissed his neck gently, fingers grazing a nipple, rubbing it slowly. His teeth scraped over his skin as his hand travelled lower, gripping him and pumping him slowly.

The blond moaned again, more deeply this time, arching up into the hands unconsciously. "J-Jean..." he mumbled, still asleep, his breaths starting to speed up in his chest.

Beneath the duvet, his legs spread a little, a shiver running down his body. He was not aware of what was happening in the real world, and yet... he could feel everything. "Oh..."

He purred when his lover mumbled his name.

Which meant he was thinking of him even in his sleep. That was an ego stroke if there ever was one.

His thumb pressed against his slit as he pumped slightly faster.

"Come on, Gabe, wake up and fuck me," he whispered in his lover's ear before tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue.

He jerked with a sharp moan as Jean's thumb pressed against his slit, eyes fluttering open hazily. "J-Jean...wh...ah!"

Bucking up into his lover's hand, he quickly came round, arms sliding around Jean's waist with a muffled groan, nuzzling into his shoulder. "Well, this is a pleasant..." he drew a sharp breath. ...wake-up ca-"

His words hitched at the back of his throat.

He continued to pump his lover's arousal, tongue laving up his neck.

The vampire pressed his hips against Gabe's side, grinding them slowly, showing him jut how much he wanted him.

"Fuck me," he rasped in his lover's ear, reaching over with his free hand to grasp Gabe's, pulling it to rest over his arousal over the thin shorts he was wearing.

He flushed, groaning as he gripped his lover through the shorts, his head tilting back to allow Jean better access to his neck. His hands gripped his lover's hips, pulling him into his lap, his fingers hooking under the waistband of the shorts.

"I'm still half-asleep." he grinned, tongue tracing over his lower lip. "You might just have to ride me."

Jean-Claude purred, pressing his hips forwards against his lover's hand.

He grinned down at the man when he was pulled into his lap, hair framing him.

"Maybe I can wake you up with some good news," he murmured, leaning down to kiss his lover softly.

He motioned over to the bedside table with a grin. To where the glasses of blood were.

What would Gabe's reaction be?

His gaze fell on the glasses of blood. One full, one empty. That meant Jean had...? He stared up at him in shock for a second, before his expression split into a proud grin, kissing him passionately, an arm sliding around his waist. He broke away gently, dropping a final, tender peck to his lover's lips.

"Thank you."

Those two words held so much emotion for him that he could not have expressed it in a sentence. Pride, joy, love... He was so happy that Jean... Jean was becoming safe.

His eyes flickered over the man's face, trying to gauge his reaction.

Jean moaned into the kiss, fisting his hands in his lover's long, blond hair, tongue pressing against the older man's.

When Gabe pulled away he grinned brightly blue eyes sparkling. It felt good to have his sire feel proud of him. A feeling that he wanted to happen again in the future. He wanted to do things that would make Gabe practically glow with pride.

His next two words were purred out to his lover as he dropped down to press his lips against his ear. A suggestion that he hoped his lover would agree to.

"Celebratory sex?"

He shivered as lips pressed against his ear, arms tightening around his lover's waist. "Do you really have to ask?" he grinned.

His hands travelled down to rest on the man's hips, fingertips dipping under the waistband of the shorts to trail over the hipbones. "These need to come off." he growled playfully, tugging them.

He purred quietly, eyes sliding closed.

"I agree. Take them off," he ordered as he began to pump his lover again.

He littered soft kisses down his lover's neck and throat before returning to his ear. Jean purred softly into his lover's ear. "I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before," he breathed, pressing his hips down against his lovers.

"Take me as yours completely."

He moaned softly, tilting his head back to allow his lover more access to his neck. A deep flush stained his cheeks at Jean's words, accidentally letting out a groan. Pulling the shorts off his lover's hips, he pressed up against him. One hand splayed over the man's chest to pinch a nipple roughly as he leant up to kiss him again, nipping his lover's lower lip softly. They had all the time in the world. He wasn't going to rush this.

He purred, pressing down against his lover in return.

A quiet whine sounded in his throat as he arched into the hand.

Jean-Claude kissed the man back, lips parting slightly. His hands curled in his lover's hair as he pressed closer to him.

He groaned, deepening the kiss, his tongue massaging against his lover's, one arm slipping around the man's waist to pull him closer. Pulling away, he rested their foreheads together tenderly, one hand stroking his lover's cheek.

Normally, he would just be focusing on the sex right now...but... this was different. This was something he wanted to do, not just for the pleasure, but also because he wanted to be close to him. What had changed?

I love him.

"I love you." he mumured.

No! That was not meant to have happened! He hadn't meant to blurt that out so easily, just like-!

He moaned softly into the deep kiss, fingers running through his lover's long blond hair.

He loved Gabe's hair.

His eyes flickered open to gaze back at his lover's deep red ones with a soft smile on his face.

He loved Gabe's eyes.

The smile froze for a second before blossoming into a bright grin.

He loved Gabe's words.

"I love you, too, Gabriel," he murmured softly, leaning down to press his lips against the older man's.

He loved Gabe.

He winced, waiting for the rejection, his heart pounding in his chest. His face burned with embarrassment, and all he would think was why did he blurt that out? Why? But then... Jean smiled. And suddenly everything was alright.

He kissed him back eagerly, yet tenderly, trembling softly as his anxiety subsided. So many kisses he had had, with so many people, vampire and human. And yet, this was different from any of them. It was as though he was having his first kiss for a second time.

He purred into the soft kiss.

He had kissed people before.

He had kissed Gabe before.

But none of the kisses he had shared with anyone had ever felt quiet like this. This was filled with emotion.

It was addictive.

Jean-Claude moaned into the kiss, fists tightening in Gabe's hair as he deepened it.

Gabriel's moan mingled with Jean's as hands tightened in his hair, pulling his lover closer. He could feel his breaths starting to speed up in his chest, and suddenly, he felt nervous. Vulnerable. He had been with Jean so many times, but now he was feeling nervous? It made no sense to him. He silently cursed himself. What a stupid thing it is to do to fall in love. It made you vulnerable, weak, completely unable to focus your thoughts or talk coherently, but at the same time... it was addictive. Surely the worst emotion to feel.

But he continued to kiss his lover, hands running over his chest and jaw, smoothing the soft skin of his cheek.

He moaned, tugging Gabe's hair and grinding his hips down against the older man's.

Jean-Claude loved the tender, loving touches, but he wanted more. At the moment, he wanted to be fucked, not loved.

Loving could come after.

Gabe could tease him with gentle loving touches after he had fucked him.

(So confused about this sudden reversal of horniness :') )

Gabriel purred as he broke away, leaning into the hands, eyes sliding closed. "What's got you so riled up recently? It always used to be me looking for sex."

He nipped his lover's lip teasingly, nudging a thigh between his legs. He felt like teasing and frustrating his lover at the moment. Partly because he had only just woken up, mostly because he loved seeing Jean needy like this. It made him feel wanted.

"Are you complaining?" he growled softly in his lover's ear.

He purred, pressing down against the thigh as he bowed his head to kiss him again, tongue tracing the seam of his lips slowly.

His fingers ran through the blond locks, coming through small tangles and feeling the silky strands caress his skin.

He chuckled softly. "Not at all. Just curious."

The blond moaned softly into Jean's lips as hands threaded through his hair, parting his lips to allow him entrance, deepening the kiss. He pushed harder, grinding his knee slowly against him.

"Stop being curious and take advantage of it," he ordered, nipping his lover's earlobe.

A soft purr was muffled in the kiss when the Frenchman ground his knee against him.

One hand disentangled from the man's hair, running down his chest slowly to trace his fingers over the man's arousal slowly.

Gabriel grinned. "That I can do."

He groaned lowly as fingers ran over him, bucking up into the hand. Hands grasped his lover's hips, pulling him up towards him, nipping a hipbone playfully, sucking the flesh into his mouth to make a very satisfying mark. His lips slipped a little lower, leaving a trail of marks down and over his inner thighs, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste the salty skin.