By VanillaMint

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~~~Lucian and Andres are both my original characters! Please do not kidnap them(for whatever absurd reason u wanna do that…)! =p enjoy!~~~

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He leaned forward against the stone balustrade and let the wind catch wisps of his blonde hair. The night was starless and the moon floated languidly in the darkness; streaks of clouds appeared like strokes of dampened chalk across the canvas of bluish black. The hands of the Big Ben came close to eleven. The round face was glowing like the moon. He watched the reflection of lights rippling on the surface of the Thames waters.

His face was smooth, poreless, his lips glistened as if coated with colourless gloss. He was pale except for the faint tinge of pinkness on his cheeks from his feeding earlier that night.

Not far from him, a pair of lovers stood in each other’s arms, the beauty of the night lost in their eyes as they shared a kiss and intimate chatter. An incredible wave of loneliness washed over him, for it had been so long, too long since he had a lover. His lips curl a little at the corners into a sad smile.

The pair of lovers moved away, their place replaced by a person dressed in black. Even from the distance, Andres could smell the linger of sweet musky perfume that hung around the stranger like an invisible veil. The scent was hypnotic, like incense in a temple, lulling him.

When he turned around, he found the dark-haired stranger looking at him. No, gazing at him with eyes, sharp and brilliant. His eyes were green and beautifully so. His hair was long, tied to the back loosely with a few stray wavy strands falling down over to the front. The face was smooth like his, and pale, except that his complexion was a shade browner than Andres. His lips curled into a sardonic smile.

Then it came; the realization.

" You…"

" Yes." His voice was low but not rough, the voice of a young man untouched by the years. But he was older than even Andres. He raised a hand to his lips as he chuckled at the blonde-haired man’s reaction. His nails were long, filed at the tips and polished with dark green varnish. With one hand, he caressed Andres right cheek, letting his nails glide over the smooth skin.

" Who are you?"

There came the smile again. Except this time, Andres saw that it was not meant to be a sarcastic smile; it’s just that he smiled that way. That almost sly, seductive smile…

" My name is Lucian. Would you care to join me for my moon light stroll tonight?" He spoke with a slight accent. His hand had withdrawn from Andres and was now playing with a loose strand of his own hair.

" My pleasure," Andres replied.

The fragrant perfume enveloped Andres senses again as he walked next to Lucian. " Like the smell of incense on the altars…" Tonight there were not many people. A strange feeling overcame Andres. It was a mixed feeling; of familiarity, of curiousity, a strange sort of comfort that was also insecure. He was a step behind Lucian’s pace and he looked at the shorter man, wondering if he too, was lonely in this world. Or perhaps his longer time had taught him the art of supressing these emotions.

" How old are you?"

He raised an eyebrow. " It is rude to ask of age on first meeting," he said. He absently fingered the scarf around his neck. " Let me count. Maybe I’m a century old or maybe a few years more…that’s not too old, for vampires like us?" He looked at Andres.

" No, not at all…"

Andres thought he would ask the question back at him but he merely nodded. Lucian tilted his head and touched his own forehead. Andres was beginning to see that he had a habit of touching himself; his face, his clothes…

" I have not fed for tonight," he said.

Lucian was hungry. But he was choosy with his supper. " I hate beggars. And I hate those who are filthy," was his words. He picked a woman as they were walking below the bridge. She was tall and busty. She screamed when Lucian pulled her forcefully away from the walkway but the rumble of the train above drowned her voice.

He kissed her throat gently before he bit into the flesh, cutting the vein beneath. It throbbed with life and blood filled his mouth like sweet nectar. Andres watched quietly from the side; watched as Lucian drained the woman, sucking hungrily on that one wound as he cradled her upper bodies in his arms. The woman’s eyelids fluttered shut as her life flickered, nearing death. It was like watching Lucian making love and Andres realized he was aroused.

Lucian could smell his lust. When he finished, he let the woman drop to the ground like a tattered doll. The blood reddened his lips as if it was lipstick. Lucian gave Andres one of his smiles again as he wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed their lips together.

The taste of blood was fresh in his mouth. Andres moaned and licked the walls of Lucian’s mouth. Above them, the moon seemed still as the clouds shifted to caress it. But it was not quite so.

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To them, blood was the elixir of life, of immortality, of their eternal youth and beauty. It would be the legendary fountain of youth; its spring a crimson river, if there was one. And Lucian’s blood was one of the most heavenly springs Andres had ever drunk from.

Lucian was sitting on the bed while he was kneeling in front of him on the lush carpet of the hotel room. His wrist was slashed, the wound turned upwards as Andres drank greedily from him. Slowly the flesh began to sew itself up and Andres licked at the blood stained wrist.

Lucian fell on the bed on his back when the other vampire pushed him down and kissed his lips. His eyes fluttered close as he tasted his own blood on Andres tongue and lips. He kissed him back hungrily, sucking and biting on his lips until the flesh broke and blood trickled into his mouth. His fingers brushed through the fine light-coloured strands of his hair, scraping his long manicured nails against the scalp. He felt an eager hand slide under the black material of his cashmere top and arched his body when it rubbed his flat belly in circular motions.

" Andres," he whispered the name.

Their lips met again; this time Lucian maneuvered their positions so that he was on top, straddling Andres, taking control. Tendrils of his long curly hair fell over his shoulders. With ease, he undid each button of Andres’s top while he kissed his chest.

Andres leaned back against the mount of pillows and let Lucian tease his body with little touches and soft kisses. Then Lucian’s hands and lips were gone. He sat up and the corners of his lips lifted into a sadistic smile. He pulled his top off and unzipped his trousers. The blondhead watched as he slipped one hand down the left leg and pulled out a small dagger, maybe only about five inches long. The metal edge gleamed in the light. The gold handle was worn out and faded but the little gems embedded in it glittered.

" Now, my dear Andres…" He pressed the sharp tip at the V of Andres clavicles. It pricked the skin and a drop of blood began to trail down his chest. Lucian bent down and licked it away.

" Take my blood, Lucian…"

Lucian kept his smile on and never removed his eyes from Andres face as he made a long slick cut down his torso. Andres hissed at the stinging pain but he sat up and sought for Lucian’s sweet lips. Lucian, however, more interested in the blood spilling from his body, pushed him away. His tongue lapped the blood on Andres stomach. He licked and sucked from the lips of the wound until the flesh began to heal. He nuzzled against Andres chest, still hungry for more of that spicy, metallic tang of his blood.

He licked the area around Andres navel before suddenly biting down on the vulnerabke flesh below it. Andres yelped at the pain. He could feel Lucian’s body pressing against him between his legs. The pain and the loss of blood made him hungry again. His fingers curled around Lucian’s hair, the veins on his large hand visible as he pulled Lucian’s mouth away from his bleeding abdomen.

Lucian was panting like an animal, the blood spattered around his mouth and some had trickled down his neck. His green eyes were filled with blood lust as they looked into Andres’s.

Andres pinned him down onto the sheets as his hand held Lucian’s head by his beautiful black hair, tilting it to expose the white column of neck. He burrowed his face in the crook between the neck and shoulder. Once again, he was aware of that sweet heady perfume but the smell of the blood running through the vein beneath the skin was stronger, more arousing.

" Ah!" Lucian gasped as sharp teeth pierced his flesh. Vaguely he realized Andres’s fingers undoing their pants but his head swam as the other fed on him. His nails dug into Andres shoulders till they bled from crescent-like wounds. He flicked his tongue out at the tiny spots of blood. " Mm…" he moaned as Andres touched him between his legs, stroking him with blood-washed hands, fondling him. He felt a slick finger enter his anus and he tensed considerably. Andres kissed his lips as if to say ‘It’ll be okay…’. He kissed back roughly as if to say ‘Just fuck me.’.

He bit into the sinewy flesh of Andres’s shoulder as pain flared through his nerves when he entered him. Andres pushed all the way into Lucian, holding his legs apart by the thighs.

" Lucian…" he moaned as he thrust into the hot tightness, shivering every time the walls of Lucian’s insides caressed him. He kissed the area under his right ear and moved down an inch before breaking the tender flesh there. The blood dripped down onto the white sheets. One hand reached between their bodies to wrap around Lucian’s neglected erection. Andres massaged the tip with his thumb.

Lucian moaned and arched his body, thrusting his hips into Andres’s hand. His hands reached behind Andres’s back, pushing him to go deeper inside him. He felt something inside him rip when Andres impaled him hard, again and again, with greater urgency. Then there was a split second of stillness before the world exploded around them as they orgasmed.

After it passed, Andres lay on top of Lucian, and started to lap at the remaining blood smeared on Lucian’s skin. Lucian’s chest was still heaving, as he tried to catch his breath. He saw stars in front of his eyes.

Andres smiled, quite satisfied for the present moment. He got up and saw that they made a mess out of the hotel bed. He hadn’t realized they spilled so much blood. It looked as if someone got killed. He gulped as he saw the blood smeared on Lucian’s inner thighs.

" Hm? Andres!" Lucian shrieked when he found Andres licking the blood –and- semen between his legs, but a few seconds later, was gasping and moaning when he realized how good it felt.

They lay together for a long while after that, tangled in each other’s limbs. Lucian’s long hair splayed on the blood-stained sheets like black silk. He shifted and gently kissed Andres’s lips.

" It’s going to be day soon…" Andres whispered as he traced the shell of Lucian’s ear with his thumb, realizing for the first time tonight that he wore a small stud of diamond on his ear. The skin of Lucian’s neck and chest was smooth and flawless again.

" Is the curtains closed?" Lucian asked as he rest his head against his new lover’s chest.

" Hm, tightly so…" Andres kissed the top of his head and the incense-like smell enveloped him again like some kind of hypnotic drug that you couldn’t pull away from.

" Goodnight then."

" Goodnight."

And the dawn soon pulled them into their death sleep. But inside it was dark and they appeared no more than a normal pair of lovers, asleep in each other’s arms after a tiring night.

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to be continued(if anyone’s interested…)

this is my first original fic! Do you like it? Please send me some comments;__;!!!*begs*

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