Title: At Fang’s Point: Twilight Danger
Author/Email: sandyg
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Content: Vampiric sex between a hottie human (VM) and a hottie vampire
(OB).
Disclaimer: Fiction, hot wet, sweet, sexy fiction.
Author notes: I have been playing around with Victorian vampire stories...
I have the feeling this might be a little here and there series.
Summary: A drunkenViggo wonders if his vampiric lover plans on going a
little too far with him.

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Viggo shifted his broad naked body against the sweat-soaked linen sheets.
As he reached out to the bedside table his uncertain hand almost dropped
his brandy snifter to the old oak floor. Damn.

Of course he had to be in Victorian London when the wretched city
experienced a brutal summer unlike any other. Although this old modernized
Jacobean manor, which had he purchased to hide his unique lover away from
prying eyes, dwelled far from the disgusting city proper it didn’t help his
intense misery. The heat still found them but at least the stench from the
fetid Thames remained south. Ha, why not add another torment to his already
damaged existence? So much for being a rich American in 1893 London. He’d
rather be a poor wretch in messy, boisterous New York City. Yes, a poor
wretch not saddled with a lovely seductive vampire for a lover.

But this interesting problem was all his fault. A fearful Orlando had tried
to hide away from Viggo. But Viggo didn’t understand. Now Viggo did but it
was too late. Even as their love endured other aspects of their
relationship gradually died. Important things like trust and security
rapidly faded like over-bleached lace.

The dying twilight seeped in through the open black silk drapes. Viggo
hated those grim drapes so when alone in their grand paneled bedroom he
pulled them open to admit the unforgiving sun. Unfortunately someone he
loved with all his soul needed those drapes as protection. Or perhaps not.
Viggo wanted Orlando to experiment but his lover refused. Sadly Viggo knew
his Orlando vaguely feared that Viggo wanted him dead. At times Viggo
thought he might be right.

A light tap on the closed door alerted Viggo to someone’s powerful
presence. “Viggo? My darling, may I come in?”

Damn. “Just a minute; I have the drapes open.” Dragging his brandy-sodden
body from the bed Viggo closed the heavy silk and secured the bottom ties.
Now to find the gaslight... fumbling his twitching fingers along the dark
wooden wall Viggo located the fixture. Next find the matches, there, good.
Three candles’ soft glow also helped battle the sudden darkness. Unnatural.
Unearthly. Yes, just like his glorious lover. “All right, I have secured
the drapes.”

The door clicked open. His Orlando gracefully entered the room. Viggo
flopped back into the bed and gazed over at his unearthly beautiful lover.

As he stood there Orlando cast his bewitching smile over Viggo but inside a
sadness gripped his undead heart. Oh his poor lover looked so defeated by
the torrid heat. Orlando vaguely remembered what feeling extremes in
temperature felt like; he had never enjoyed the searing summer heat,
especially when they lived in New York City. But now little affected his
changed system. His Viggo loved the sun so seeing his lover so limply
drained told Orlando how horrid he must feel.

The sharp smell of fine aged brandy filled Orlando’s ultra-sensitive
nostrils. Ahh, that also explained dear Viggo’s complete limpness. The poor
mortal had been drinking all day. Ah, what a wretched habit! But Orlando
could hardly complain since his drink of choice was a little more
dangerous.

Viggo’s bloodshot eyes swept across Orlando’s elegant tall form. There
stood the regal young vampire, looking serene and untouched by the heat,
his slender body impeccably encased in a fine gray linen afternoon suit.
Rich red-brown waves caressed his slight shoulders. His fair Orlando still
loved dressing like the rich lad he had been... well, ha, technically still
was only now he was an undead rich lad.

Stop. Stop now. Don’t travel down that morbid road. As he gazed into his
lover’s beautiful deep eyes Viggo could see that his Orlando sensed his
unhealthy emotions so Viggo must take care. Sometimes feeling his bleak
emotions and frequent inner rage drove the usually controlled Orlando to...
unhealthy extremes. In life Orlando had always possessed a savage temper
which he kept well hidden; now that foul temper was magnified by his
extraordinary condition. It wasn’t pleasant to deal with a vampire in the
throws of a lethal temper tantrum. One badly broken wrist reminded Viggo of
that important detail. He was lucky the broken area didn’t include his
neck.

Orlando’s fingers released his top button. “Our young Adrian is making
dinner for you. I think he’s trying an exotic Italian concoction, yes,
something sunny and hot just like the weather. I’ll warn you right now he’s
used far too much garlic; the stench is permeating the entire ground floor.
Perhaps the silly youth is trying to drive me away.” Once Orlando removed
his clothing with his unnatural speed he stood there in all his naked glory
and laughed lightly.

Viggo tensed a bit. “Never. Our Adrian loves you too much. He will always
be your willing slave.”

Orlando’s wide dark eyes slowly became lidded and dangerous. “But now the
silly young lad knows I love you above all so he may well take to trying to
destroy me. Jealousy isn’t a healthy emotion. Now that you have returned to
my life he’s changed toward me.”

Viggo half sat up in alarm and blinked. “No. You don’t mean that, do you?”

That same light laughter, the exquisite tone crafted from dying red rose
petals and silver cobwebs, assaulted Viggo’s ears. “Ahh, my lover, sorry, I
am teasing you.” Orlando launched his long pale body atop of Viggo’s solid
muscular form. His long bony fingers pressed Viggo’s strong shoulders
firmly back into the mattress.

Viggo slammed back and gasped in joy. Normally Orlando’s bizarre coolness
bothered his flesh but not today. Today Orlando’s smooth cold flesh
slithered across Viggo’s like a wash of pure spring water. Orlando’s cool
full lips mauled Viggo’s, they sucking, nibbling and teasing in dark joy.
Gripping Orlando’s graceful body close Viggo gave himself over to his
precious lover’s unnatural strength. The deceptively slight Orlando could
pick Viggo up, throw him from the upper window and embed him into the
ancient roses and yews sprawled just below the window. At times a morbid
Viggo almost wished Orlando would do it and end his uncertain life. But not
just now. When Orlando pressed his adoring body close Viggo forgot that he
embraced a vampire. Or at least he tried to forget.

Orlando swayed his smooth body like a silk scarf in the breeze, his entire
length making contact with Viggo’s still firm body. Good, Viggo accepted
his sexual gift. At times Orlando never knew if Viggo would push him away
or welcome him. The moment depended on Viggo’s level of drunkenness, his
guilt and his volatile temper. Ever since his Viggo had found Orlando again
their relationship had become complex and dangerous. Poor Viggo... after
five years of searching he finally found his missing lover but in quite a
different condition. Yes, Orlando’s change provided them both despair and
dismay.

During this dying twilight none of those harmful factors came into play.
Yet. Since Viggo held him close a lusting Orlando decided to see just how
far Viggo would let him adore him. Caressing downward Orlando parted
Viggo’s strong legs and knelt between his lover’s thighs. Hmm, was Viggo
too drunk to respond? Ahh, Orlando did love a challenge and his bitter
angry lover offered him challenges every day.

He played his long shimmering nails over Viggo’s supine cock. Such a work
of masculine art, so rosy and veined. Powerful, so powerful. As his nails
stroked the limp heavy length Orlando fixed his wide chocolate mahogany
gaze on Viggo’s relaxed features, he carefully watching for the first sign
of repulsion.

Instead Viggo shot Orlando a boyishly lopsided grin. “Good luck, my love;
you have your work cut out for you. I fear the brandy might win our sunset
contest.”

As he continued caressing Orlando only smiled. He thought he could coax an
erection from his drunken lover. Leaning down Orlando carefully ran his
full lips over Viggo’s cock in a careful rhythmic pattern. His long years
as a captive lover to an ancient Turkish sorcerer had taught him many a
sexy trick. As Orlando nursed Viggo’s salty flesh he reached up and gently
dug his pointed fingernails into Viggo’s flat dusky nipples. Hearing
Viggo’s pleased little whimper made Orlando smile. Yes, of course this was
going to work.

Continuing his deep wet kissing Orlando slowly raked his sharp nails down
Viggo’s taut torso. They finally tangled in his lover’s thick reddish pubic
hair. Orlando’s strong teeth quickly tugged at the curly hair, he
delicately attacking only a few strands at a time. His reward came in
Viggo’s long breathy choke. Perfect. When he continued he felt Viggo run
his fingers through Orlando’s long dark hair. Yes, a very fine sign. Now to
attack those delicious upper thighs. Orlando wrapped his long bony fingers
around Viggo’s responding cock and pulsed his fingers against his lover’s
flesh. His feral teeth bit at Viggo’s pale firm thighs. Salt, sweat and
Viggo’s thrumming excitement merged into Orlando’s eager flesh. Ahh, the
excitement drove him on. Mmm, each gentle tug on Viggo’s thigh hairs urged
a pleased gasp from his lover’s seductive lips. The needy noises heightened
Orlando’s wild excitement.

Viggo sprawled there in his drunken haze and felt his cock shift to life.
Excellent. Keeping his eyes shut he concentrated on running his fingers
into Orlando’s silken mane. Viggo couldn’t place his finger on it but even
Orlando’s hair felt different: thicker, sleeker, more luxuriant than when
he was human. There was almost something fur-like about his rich hair. It
might be like stroking a lion’s mane.

Viggo smiled. Yes, it could be as dangerous as stroking a lion’s mane. But
tonight he felt willing to brave the lusty dare. Yes, he had also
discovered that Orlando, when in the throes of ecstasy, was nearly as
lethal as Orlando in a passionate rage. His sweet vampire’s love bites
proved a bit more lethal than other’s.

When he coaxed Viggo into full erection Orlando blinked and tried not to
gasp in annoyance. Damn, his needle-sharp fangs had come out to play. Well,
why not let them? And why not use them? But only for fun.

Opening his jaw wide Orlando scooped Viggo’s willing flesh into his mouth.
His razor fangs lightly pricked across his lover’s swollen cock.

Viggo’s entire body instantly stiffened in shock. What was he feeling? Was
Orlando... no. Orlando wouldn’t do such an ugly thing to him. They had
already agreed before anything of that nature would ever happen again they
would talk like civilized men. One near brush with death had been enough.
But feeling Orlando’s dangerous fangs dance across his cock made Viggo
distinctly uncomfortable. His lover usually didn’t tease him so cruelly.

Orlando allowed the slow languid bloodlust to flow into his dazed mind. He
hadn’t fed in two days so feeling his lover’s warm healthy flesh against
his lips drove him to heights of dark pleasure. One bite! Just one little
bite... not to harm, just to taste. He knew his Viggo’s rich blood tasted
warm and cultured, like fine aged wine. Not like the cheap swill that
Orlando sucked from his usual sad whores who hid in back lanes sporting
their tenuous trade. Yes, drinking blood from his Viggo was like sipping
from fine, long-stemmed crystal as opposed to slurping from a battered tin
tankard that had been used by many.

No. If he bit Viggo in more than play then his Viggo would succumb to his
typical ranting hysteria. And who cared? The loathsome thought almost drove
Orlando to darker escapades. Grinning in delight he rolled his wet tongue
across Viggo’s quivering cock then he swooped down to his swaying balls.
Opening his mouth even wider Orlando ever so gently pressed his small sharp
fangs into Viggo’s right nut.

Viggo hissed in warning. “Orlando... what is going through that bizarre
mind of yours?”

As he smiled Orlando affected a hurt tone. “Oh my sweet Viggo, you still
don’t trust me? What, do you think I’ll snap your lovely balls off? No,
I’ve never fancied loving a member of the old Vienna Boy’s choir. You’ll
just become fat, soft and annoying.” Unable to hold back Orlando once again
sank his fangs into Viggo’s balls and nursed at the thin stream of sweet
blood. By the Seven Demons he’d never done this before. This vital blood
tasted more potent than any he had even savored before now.

Viggo anxiously held his breath and willed himself to shut up. His lovely
Orlando was only acting playful. Don’t provoke him. That wouldn’t be wise
right now. Calm down and relax. Orlando was only teasing.

Or so Viggo prayed. He wasn’t willing to start a fight with an unnaturally
strong creature who currently tickled his nut with sharp, eager to rip
fangs. That would not be wise.

After savoring the light blood flow Orlando returned to teasing Viggo’s
heavy cock. Gripping the thick base in his right hand he slowly applied
pressure and lightly dug his nails in. While he pulsed his fingers
Orlando’s rough tongue lapped at the light flow seeping from Viggo’s
sensitive tip. Mmm, so alive, so warm, so salty. So human! More. Orlando
slid his left hand down and applied fierce pressure to Viggo’s bleeding
balls.

Restraining his fear Viggo arched his hips up. Do not overreact. Think of
this as mere lust. Orlando was merely playing. Orlando meant nothing by his
teasing actions. Viggo chanted this mantra over and over in his drunken
mind. But he knew this act swerved close to danger.

Orlando suddenly stared down at his silent lover and felt something
monumentally dark capture his soul. Yes, this would be fitting. This would
be perfect.

He would deal with Viggo’s anger later. Beside, why would anyone be furious
about spending eternity with his true lover? Eventually Viggo would accept
his change.

He had no choice.

Orlando opened his mouth wide and delicately licked at his reddened fangs.

His deep, blood-mad stare met Viggo’s gaze.

To Orlando’s amazement instead of anger, fear or fright he saw nothing but
open love and forgiveness filling his lover’s light green-blue gaze.

Orlando blinked slowly, once twice, he looking like a snake before it
killed a lonely chick in a nest.

His Viggo gently shook his handsome head and managed to create a loving
smile. “No, lover. Not like this. Not yet.”

“I need... I...”

“Then please, my love, feed from me but... take care. Remember that I love
you.”

Orlando released a low lost cry and instantly sunk his fangs into the sweet
pale flesh of Viggo’s right thigh. Viggo arched up again but he desperately
remained silent. As Orlando eagerly fed his strong fingers relentlessly
pumped Viggo’s still stiff cock.

Even as his lifeblood flowed into his lover’s superb mouth Viggo’s aroused
cock released a graceful silvery arc into the sullen hot air. Moving with
unnatural speed Orlando’s right hand reached up and snatched at the
fountain. His strong fingers then smeared his lover’s male essence across
Viggo’s taut waist. Viggo reached out and gripped his lover’s cum saturated
hand.

Orlando’s elegant neck arched back. A keening cry ripped free then the
shivering vampire lunged up and buried his ready to explode cock between
Viggo’s blood and sweat smeared thighs. That’s all he had time to do before
his own long hard cock rippled with his insane orgasm. He felt Viggo
squeeze his hot thighs around Orlando’s spasming flesh. Lovely. Orlando let
his face drop. His sensitive nostrils inhaled in Viggo’s heat-soaked flesh
scent. Gods and Demons, how he loved this fragile man.

Life and blood. Sex and death. Death and life. Love and hate.

So be it.


THE END