Kinktober Day Fuggit: Vampires
Overwatch, R76. HEY REMEMBER MY VAMPIRE AU?
I have completely lost track of Kinktober days and prompts, but I’m still trying to write things at least every few days. Have another unfinished WIP.
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There’s water everywhere. Gabriel’s never seen so much, and he’s been around. Sheets of it are falling from the sky, streaming in gleaming ribbons from the leaves and eaves and railings. A fine mist of it blows into the open window on the storm’s downdraft, along with the scent of the world being washed clean.
He scowls at it.
Jack steps up behind him. He’s pulled his undershirt back on. Gabriel’s enhanced senses can pick up the sound of soft cloth slipping down Jack’s shoulder, and the living heat of him radiating right through the thin fabric against the back of Gabriel’s neck. Gabriel wants to turn around and add another mark to that elegant neck, to match the one he gave Jack last night.
“You have to be kidding me,” Jack growls.
The sun is up, somewhere above all this: a great hot eye glowering down at the world, its burning brightness trying to claw at the shadows and darkness that fill Gabriel with what passes for life these days. But the storm diffuses all that ferocity into a soft half-light that reminds him of cool afternoons spent basking on sun-warmed rocks, leaning against Jack’s warm and welcoming side.
Behind him, Jack scoffs and turns away. "I’m not staying stuck in here with you.“
Gabriel turns after him. "You’re not going out in that.”
“Fuck you, I can and I will.” Duffle bag in hand, he moves around the shadowed interior of the little cabin, picking up his things where they were thrown and shoving them into it. They didn’t plan to meet in this place last night. They seldom plan to meet; they still spend a lot of their time too angry to talk to each other. But it keeps happening anyway. Considering they can both sense when the other is in the general area, it should probably be less of a surprise than it is.
Gabriel should let him go. He’s sick of looking at Jack’s face. The taste of his blood is already on Gabriel’s lips and experience tells him it will be for days. He can’t get rid of it once he tastes it. It haunts him, reminding him of the first time he tasted it. Makes him ache restlessly for another.
But an instinct older than his resentment squeezes at his unbeating heart. "Jack…“
Jack’s entire body tenses at the tone in Gabriel’s voice. He slams his undershirt into his bag and then twists around. "What?”
His face is twisted in a snarl. As savage as he looks—as savage as he *is,* because he’s entirely prepared to attack at the wrong word right now—Gabriel knows it’s defensive.
One soft word from Gabriel and Jack acts more threatened than if weapons were involved. It’s suddenly more than he can take. Jack recoils as Gabriel reaches out to him, eyes panicked at what he sees in his face.
“Come here, Jack.” It’s a command. The words are soft, full of mercy.
Jack steps forward into his arms. He has no choice. “Gabe. Please-” Please don’t. Please do.
Gabriel kisses him so he doesn’t have to decide which.
The collar of his shirt is open. It reveals all the marks Gabriel left on his throat and shoulders last night. The bite marks and bruises, the gouges and puncture wounds from his claws. There are more under his shirt, covering his body. That’s how it is with them these days. Love is a punishment for them, a cruel reminder of how they’ve failed each other, and keep failing each other. Gabriel won’t forgive Jack for refusing to set him free, and Jack can neither forgive Gabriel for asking, or himself for being unable to do it.
His hands were vicious on Jack last night, drawing blood and suffering along with pleasure, branding his blame and anger into his husband’s skin while Jack cried out with pain and clawed back at him for more. Now they slip up his back beneath the loose tails of his shirt to trace gently along the welts he left and tug him tighter into an embrace that for once feels close to human.
Jack pulls away from his mouth–just a kiss, no biting or fangs–and sets his forehead and gains Gabriel’s shoulder. “Stop.”
Jack is covered with Gabriel’s marks. Gabriel had his share too but the blood has healed them already. They were brutal with each other. Hard hands and teeth and claws. Jack has darkening bruises around his throat and wrists and hips, and long gouges down his chest and back where Gabriel gave him pain to go with the pleasure. Gabriel’s bite marks are everywhere.
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