A different Taste of You

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A pain biting down into Flynn's back, caused him to start up almost instantly from the sleep that he had been in. The only thing that stopped him from moving was the feeling of cold steel against the side of his neck, and a dark chuckle. "Wha? Zelman? What the hell are you doing?"

"I couldn't resist." the soft husky voice of his bed partner reached his ears. Again he tried to sit up, but the vampire pressed the blade against his neck a little firmer.

"Don't move."

Flynn knew the tone, when he had heard it with the previous Zelman, he knew the other was planning something, and that meant that he'd already made up his mind. But, there was a quality of unpredictability here. This person he had met, and he had fallen back into the same routine with. It wasn't because they had clicked in a different way, but more because of the connections that Flynn felt, and the possessive nature of the red head.

As if sensing his unease, Zelman chuckled softly, sliding the knife away, but his hand rested on the middle of his back. A shiver ran down his spine when he felt the knife brush up and down against the large scar on his back. "So many scars. I wonder how hard you fought, little knight.~"
Tensing up, Flynn just let one of his hands wrap around the feather pillow as he pushed his face into it. He wasn't stupid when it came to the actions of the other, and he was rewarded for his intuition when a pain bit down into his back again. "Good boy. Just like that."

"What are you doing?!" Of course, Flynn heard the chuckle but there was no answer. He could feel something warm trickling down the side of his back. Reaching down, he rubbed his fingers into the substance on his side. Bringing his fingers up to his face, Flynn saw the red, and his body ran cold.

"I was bored." Yeah, that sounded like a Zelman answer. Wincing, Flynn felt the knife bite into his skin against a particular nasty scar he had. He couldn't help it, this time he jumped pushing the knife a little deeper.

"Tsk." Zelman clucked his tongue. Taking the blade away for a moment, it wasn't too long before he felt something wet on his back. It didn't take him too long this time to realize what was being done. Like a kitten, Zelman had started to lick his cuts gently and soothingly. Hands ran down his sides as he felt a weight settle on his lower back.

"You were so much more willing when you were asleep."

"That's because I was asleep!"

Flynn winced as Zelman let his nails bite into his sides as he leaned down his tongue slowly brushing over each and every line he had made in his back. After a moment, a soft purr came from the red head as he grinds gently against the other beneath him. Flynn grunts softly as he shudders his hands gripping into the sheets as Zelman continues to mouth his back. After a few thrusts from Zelman's hips, and a few licks against his back Flynn wasn't in the mood to fight anymore.

That was just how Zelman wanted it.

Leaning down, Zelman pressed his naked chest against the knights back as he slid himself down his body until he was sitting on the blonde's legs, his hands gripping at his hips. Burying his face against the lower part of his spine, fangs brushed against skin causing Flynn to shiver once more. When Zelman's hands pushed under Flynn's front, he grinned slightly feeling his would be lover's half hard erection pressed against the warm sheets. "So you're feeling it now."

"S-stop."

Such a half hearted reply only caused the vampire to smirk. Flynn could be just like a woman in bed, no matter what, this probably wasn't a side that anyone got to see. That alone caused a surge of pleasure down to Zelman's groin. Instead of carrying on, the red head let one of his hands wrap around the other's arousal slowly moving.

Up, down, up, down in small little jerks of his hand. Flynn's breathing deepened as he started to move his hips to accompany the hand, but it was only briefly that Zelman let Flynn have his pleasure. He was still busy after all.

Grabbing up the knife again, Zelman let the blade slide across the large scar once more as he pressed down into the skin. Almost like a flower opening up, Flynn's skin parted and blood started to well forth. The scent of blood and the arousal of the knight were enough to cause a soft growl to come out as he buried his face against where the blood had started to flow from. His hips gave an assertive and firm thrust against the back of Flynn's legs. "Zel!"

It was turning him on more than he had thought it would. The knight had exceeded his expectations, and all the new cuts as well as the reopening of old scars was going all according to what he wanted. When Flynn would look at those scars, he would have to think of Zelman now.

There wasn't any place on that body he hadn't marked after all. The blond knight had been caught in his web since they had first met. If he had wanted to be rid of him, he should have made the other him take the video down. It had been the connection between them this time.

The sex wasn't half bad either. Being with a person like Flynn had it's advantages after all.

Thrusting against his legs once more, Zelman slid up his fingers picking up traces of the blood as his fingers started to draw patterns. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten the origins of these characters. Of course, Flynn hadn't been able to stay still since he had touched him. It still surprised him that the young man was able to exude a wantoness that was only seen in virgins. How could someone stay so innocent when they had been trapped here so long. "Zelman..."

"What is it?" drawing his finger through the blood again, Zelman let his eyes trail down his back. It was a mess, one that Flynn would end up having to clean later. But, for now, he was his personal canvas. He had no say in what the vampire was doing right now. No, he was here for his pleasure after all.

"Please..."

What other tricks had he taught this little knight when his last self had been here. It seemed almost a conditioned response to the way he was being treated. Flynn shifted himself against the bed slowly started to rock his hips gently as he made a soft noise. Zelman could only watch as the blond started to writhe around, and a calm grin came to his face.

"I never thought you'd be the one to get off on pain." There was a soft grunt and Flynn buried his face against the pillow, probably hiding his burning face from those red eyes. But, Zelman didn't need to see Flynn's face. The other had shown him the same look very many times, and just knowing the humiliation it caused him was satisfaction enough.

"You're cute. Maybe I should let you stay like this for a while. You seem more than content to hump the bed." Flynn let out a soft groan, as one of Zelman's fingers pushed between his cheeks and stroked the hidden entrance repeatedly.

"Beg me."

There was only silence, and Zelman frowned. The frown however was brief as he reached towards the nightstand and opened the drawer. Inside was something he had found on his many trips to turn the house upside down in order to find out what type of person the knight was. It probably had belong to his other self, but that didn't matter much. It had probably been used for the same purpose.

Pulling out a tube of lube, and the toy that had been tucked away, Zelman grinned toothily as he leaned up against Flynn's back kissing the lower dimple there as his finger now slicked with gel slid into the other. A gentle grunt and a jerk of Flynn's hips was all he was rewarded with as his finger pushed deeply into the hot insides of the young knight. "You should start begging now or is it that anyone will do right now~"

"If that's true, then I have something for you. I'm sure you're well acquainted with it already."

Without giving a single thought to what he was doing, the vampire pressed the cool head of the bullet shaped egg into the body of his bed partner. Flynn tried to sit up, but Zelman pushed him back down as he grabbed the control attached to it. "Am I right?"

Flynn's face turned to the side as his eyes looked to the wall half lidded as he trembled. That was all the confirmation that Zelman needed. Without a second thought he turned the toy on, and the soft gentle hum soon filled the otherwise silent room. It wasn't long before the knight started to writhe against the bed, and the wounds started to open all over again.

So much blood.

A soft chuckle cut from the vampire again. The other male always seemed to amuse him in the oddest way. The defiance of what the other obviously wanted, and also the way he moved and continued not to say a word as his body jerked and twitched on the bed, made Zelman want to tease him even more. Kicking the vibration speed up a little more to the middle notch. Zelman gently straddled one of those muscular thighs as he thrust against it gently. His lips brushed as far up as he could get as he reveled in the blood that he had so carefully coaxed from the pale skin.

Yes. This was bliss at it's finest.

"Please...Fuck me..."

Since the other was reaching his close point of giving up, Zelman grinned and turned up the vibration setting to high. Flynn let out a delicious strangled yelp as his hips started to jerk and his hips pushed against the bed more insistently than before. Grabbing the cord that protruded from the other, Zelman pulled out the toy and chuckled as he tossed it off the bed after they turned it off. They could do something about cleaning it later.

Neither one of them had the presence of mind to care right then about anything else. Without much preparation to the blond, Zelman was at least courteous enough to prep himself up. Since Flynn was much to far gone, he probably wouldn't care about what state he was in until afterward. So without much thought, the vampire moved and helped the other to position himself on the bed.

It was quite the sight. Blood started to run down towards the blond's hair and the nape of his neck, as Zelman made him push his shoulders down against the bed and lift his ass into the air. Yes, he wanted to drive home the fact over and over again to the knight just who was fucking him and who owned his body on this island. Sure, he could care less who Flynn fucked as long as he continued coming back for more.

Zelman was selfish like that after all, and he was far to possessive of something that several people seemed to want. It was like drowning in a fine poison that Flynn was filled with. Yes, the knight was his poison after all. If he had been back home, he wouldn't have looked twice at him. He was only a mere human, and a knight at that. Without so much as another thought, sure hands gripped the knight's hips and he thrust in causing Flynn to cry out.

With rough jerks of his hips, Zelman leaned over his lips brushing at his shoulder licking up the blood as he coupled with the knight. It was rough, and neither seemed to care as the pleasure spiked through them both spurring on his the red heads eager jerks and movements as he continued to push over and over without waiting for Flynn to adjust. The knight could do little more in this position then relax and take it.

How long had it been since they had done something like this? Too long.

The heavy breathing and choking scent of blood made Flynn's head swim as the other continued to pound into his body. It was only when a soft hand grabbed his arousal, that Flynn felt himself overcome with the others own scent and presence. Where had he been through this whole encounter? Had the pleasure been that dizzying? I don't understand it. Why can he do this to me?

Before he had too much time to think coherently, Flynn felt the others lips at his neck and then he felt the fangs dig in. His body tensed as he jerked and cried out, his whole body seizing up as the other drank deeply from his neck. With a few more thrusts, both lay connected catching their breath as they trembled and shook together steadying themselves after the incredibly high.

It felt like hours passed before Flynn came back to consciousness. When he did, all of his body ached, and his back stung. Slowly sitting up, the soft tired grunt of Zelman nestled against his back as he withdrew himself from the blonds body. Opening one of his eyes lazily, Zelman smirked. Flynn looked down at the sheets and sighed. "Next time a little bit of warning would be nice?"

"Mm. I'll think about it." Standing up on shaky legs, Flynn hobbled to the bathroom to clean up. The red head gave a moment before languidly stretching and moving to go in after.