[C][M] A Little Birdie Tells Me

Decebel shook his head, he highly doubted it, if anything Giacinto would at least do something amusing to them like lace them with Viagra or something.

But they tasted fine to him.

"Want some?"

He asked as he dripped another strawberry into the chocolate, placing it into his mouth, accidentally putting his finger in too far and getting the tips of them coated in it.

Once the strawberry was gone he licked the excess chocolate off of them, glancing over at Graeme questioningly as he waited for the Vampire to answer.

Graeme-Kerr's eyes flickered open as his lips parted to answer.

His answer died on his tongue as he watched the boy's tongue run over his fingers. Despite himself, he felt his cock swell and his eyes darken in lust.

His fangs clicked out, pricking his lower lip slightly.

Two drops of blood traced down over the curve of his lower lip as his eyes stayed rooted on the boy's mouth.

Decebel didn't usually eat in front of people, usually it was other eating him so he didn't pay attention to how he ate food and whether or not it could be taken sexually.

"Hmm?"

He hummed, sucking on his now sticky finger before pulling it from his mouth a soft pop.

"You alright?"

He asked, licking his lips as he watched the Vampire curiously.

Graeme-Kerr swallowed thickly as the soft pop sounded. It almost echoed through the dead silent room.

"Yeah." His voice was deeper and huskier now and his fangs ached with the need his swelling cock was creating.

The Vampire shifted a little, trying to get his mind off the way his jeans were pressing into his aroused member. he couldn't tear his gaze from the boy's mouth, though.

The Elf gave a small shrug, strange Vampire.

He pushed his hair over his bare shoulder, unintentionally exposing his slender neck to the man as he leaned back over the fondue pot.

This time he just dipped the tip of his finger into it and licked it off, it wasn't as though Graeme had any interest in eating it anyway so he might as well enjoy it.

He gave a soft purr as he licked a drip of chocolate off of his lip, if he had one weakness it was chocolate.

His eyes tore from the boy's lips immediately, dropping to burn his gaze into the boy's neck.

The pale skin was beautiful. He could see his pulse thrumming under his skin from here.

Graeme-Kerr groaned softly as the boy dipped his finger into the pot.

He rolled over and bit the leather roughly. His fangs pierced the leather, tearing it with the force that he used. His hips pressed forwards to grind against the couch before his body tensed.

When did he get so needy?

He was painfully unaware of the Vampire's current state, he had given up trying to seduce him because the man continued to reject his advances.

Last thing he needed now was the repulse him again and end up getting himself hurt when Graeme flew into a rage.

Decebel grabbed a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and topped it all off with a swirl of whipped cream.

Right now he didn't care if it was horrifically unhealthy he was having a fat day to make himself feel better.

Seeing Graeme taking up the entire couch he pouted a little. He wasn't about to eat in the bed, who knew how many nights they would spend down here.

As such he sat on the floor, his back pressing against the couch next to Graeme's hip and he set the plate in his lap and started to eat with a happy little murmur.

Graeme-Kerr gave a soft groan of despair as he rolled over again.

He had a scrap of leather caught between the two massive fangs on the left side of his upper jaw.

The man threw an arm over his eyes as he tried to expel the image of the boy with a slender pale neck sucking chocolate off his own finger from his mind. It seemed to be burned into his mind.

That just made his arousal throb almost painfully in the confines of his tight jeans.

Decebel looked up at the man as he groaned in despair, a soft chuckle sounded as he saw what was caught in the man's mouth.

"Did you just try to eat the couch?"

He asked in amusement as he reached up and grabbed the scarp of leather, his finger accidentally brushing against the man's fang as he pulled it out of his mouth.

"What a silly thing to try and eat."

Graeme-Kerr ignored the boy's question.

He gave a loud gasp as he felt a finger stroking over his sensitive fang though. He gave a long, shuddering breath as he pressed his thighs together.

Shitfuck.

The Scot ran his tongue over his fangs gently and very nearly broke into a whimper.

His eyes widened a little as the man gasped, he really did look like he was in pain.

Decebel pushed him up, leaning over the man as he inspected his face.

His knee pressed against the side of Graeme's hip as he looked the man over.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

He asked, his hair tumbling over his shoulder and brushing against the Vampire's cheek as he checked him over.

"You look like you have a fever..."

He added, pressing his palm against the man's forehead, he was hot.

"It's no fever, ye wee daft lad," he almost hissed out, his hand coming up to knock Dec's away from his face.

His movements weren't rough, though. Instead of slapping the hand aside like he would have done, he just guided it away from him with a gentle hand.

His other hand came up to move the hair away from his cheek.

Decebel moved away from the man slowly, taking in his entire form, from here it was clear to see what was wrong.

His fangs were extended and his alright tight jeans had gotten even tighter at the presence of a rather obvious bulge.

"Oh.."

He muttered simply, he knew well enough what was wrong now but made no to attempt to help the man, he knew he could but he didn't, he had learned well enough from previous rejection.

"Have fun with that..."

He added as he moved away from the Vampire, instead perching himself on the bed, there wasn't anything he could do for Graeme really, not when he wouldn't go near a man.

Graeme-Kerr's head rolled back and he gave a soft groan as Decebel left him alone on the couch.

After a long moment's hesitation, his hands moved to the button of his jeans. It took a moment of awkward fumbling for him to undo the button with broken fingers, but he managed it and finally released his member.

His left hand curled around it and the cold metal of the silver ring that settled on his middle finger bit into the flaming hot skin.

He gasped out as he began to stroke himself.

He tried to ignore the sounds coming from the couch as he curled up in the bed, shuffling under the covers.

He pulled the blanket over his head to try and block out the noise, the kiss still lingered and he could feel it's effects stirring at the sound of Graeme-kerr's gasps.

Decebel gave a little whimper as his hand slid between his kimono once again, stroking his arousal slowly, it was no use, being compelled to feel this way at the slightest sensation made it useless to try to resist.

Graeme-Kerr groaned loudly as he ran the ring over his swollen head.

"Ah, fuck," he grunted softly, hips bucking upwards at the searing touch of cold metal.

His body shuddered as he wrapped his hand around himself again to begin stroking firmly.

Decebel moaned softly as Graeme grunted, he could hear the man moving on the couch and it only prompted his own movements.

He thrust up into his own hand, tentatively pushing his free hand between his thigh and rubbing it against his entrance.

With a soft whimper he pushed two fingers into himself, he had held himself back long enough, he wanted to feel something fuck him tonight, even if it was himself.

Graeme-Kerr's his rocked up into his hand as he continued to stroke himself firmly.

Occasionally he'd pause in stroking himself to tease himself with his ring. Each time he did, he let out a soft cry or curse.

It didn't take him long before he was panting heavily, pushing himself close to his release.

He knew he should feel like a pervert for getting off on the sound of someone else jerking themselves, especially when it was someone who didn't want him listening in but at the moment he didn't care.

Decebel pushed his fingers deep into himself thrusting firmly as his hand pumped his member.

His sore entrance protested a little as he irritated the wounds but he didn't care right now.

Graeme-Kerr cried out, hips jerking as he released.

His fingers continued to stroke himself even after he came, gradually getting slower and slower until he just had his hand resting on his member.

The man gave a soft moan.

It wasn't as good as someone else pleasuring him like he needed, but this was all he had known for months. Apart from the teasing touches he had gotten from the girl and Dec last week, and the moment the night before, Graeme-Kerr hadn't seen any action besides his own hand.

The man didn't bother fixing himself. He just laid there with his member in plain view and the spots of semen on his jeans.

Decebel gave soft mewling moans as he pushed his fingers inside of himself, rocking his hips back against them as he slowly pumped his member.

He wanted this to last a bit longer despite the sound of Graeme's release causing a shiver to run through his body.

His slow thrusts reopened some of the deeper cuts but it wasn't something he was too worried about, they would heal when he got out of here.

Graeme-Kerr's nostrils flared as Dec pushed his fingers deep inside of him.

There was that blood in the air again.

Loud clicks sounded. Graeme-Kerr's fangs had come out to play. And with his turned-on and starved body, they intended to play. He was hot and bothered and starving.

Graeme-Kerr moved at break-neck speed. One moment he was laying on the couch, the next he was crawling up the bed like a predator. Hi red hair flowed around him like a mane as he prowled.

He licked his lips and fangs slowly, green eyes dark with bloodlust.

Decebel jolted in surprise as Graeme suddenly appeared on the bed, he hadn't had contact with plant matter in a while so his senses were a little off.

He gave a soft moan as the man licked his lips like that, his heart beating more heavily in his chest as the man looked down at him.

He was accustomed to being looked at like a meal but he hadn't felt so hunted in a long time.

Decebel didn't know just how fragile Graeme's state was if he was aware of just how starved and deprived he had been of intimate touch he would have been more cautious but it was too late now.

Like any creature trying not to become prey Dec didn't flee, there was nothing worse to do in a time like this, instead he stayed quite still, his hands stopping their movements beneath the bed's blankets.

Graeme-Kerr's hot breath came quietly in soft almost animalistic pants as he leaned down. His lips grazed over the boy's skin just above his hammering pulse.

His tongue slid between his parted lips to taste the boy's salty skin.

A soft appreciative groan sounded.

He pressed a kiss to the spot before moving back. He dragged the blankets down Dec's body to reveal just what he wanted.

He licked his lips again as the boy's entire body was revealed to his gaze.

He tried to keep his breathing even but his heart was beating frantically in his chest.

Trapped beneath a blood-crazed Vampire, if he wasn't afraid he would be a complete idiot.

His eyes slid shut for a moment as his neck was kissed, he had expected to be bitten but his eyes fluttered back open as the blanket was pulled off of him, leaving him laying there, his kimono half open while one hand was wrapped around his own member and the other had two finger pushed inside of himself.

He didn't meet Graeme's gaze and instead watched his mouth, he didn't want to anger the beast, he had been in a situation like this a few times, at least this time he was in a safer environment.

His gaze flickered up to the ceiling for a moment where he knew there was a camera, he stared at it for a while before looking back at Graeme, he just hoped that if someone was manning it they would intervene if things went bad.