#the reception of my heart pangs fanfic was uh very positive

[fangmaw]

misc vampire bf scene #1

Hex grumbled and shifted on the couch, pressing his face more firmly against Caleb's thigh. The ghoul has been in and out of sleep for the past half hour or so, and had begun drooling on Caleb's jeans. Despite being broader and taller than Caleb by a significant measure, Hex found a way to curl up on the couch so Caleb was forced to wrap around him. Caleb carefully closed his laptop and set it aside, freeing his hands to brush along Hex's shoulder. Even under the heavy knit if his sweater, Caleb could feel the warp of his muscle. He pushed a little harder, hoping to gently rouse his partner.

"Hey, movie's over."

Caleb could feel Hex shift slightly as he began to wake up, but it was obvious when the larger man startled back to life, reflexively tensing for a moment before pushing himself up.

"Sorry to wake you up. I'm just looking out for your sleep schedule." Caleb smiled at the hulking shape pressed against his side.

Hex yawned, exposing a mouth full of bladed teeth, wet and dripping. He noticed the crust on his face and wiped at it with his sleeve as he cast his eyes downward.

"Was I drooling on you?"

Caleb laughed. "Don't worry about it. Hell, if you didn't get all slobbery with your face pressed against my delicious leg-meat, I'd be offended." Caleb rotated so his back was pressed against the arm of the couch.

Hex rolled his eyes. If Caleb didn't know better, he'd say the other man was blushing. "I was at a weird angle, shut up."

Grinning, Caleb reached for the arm nearest him and tugged Hex closer. Hex humored him by following the gentle tension to face Caleb.

"I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact you're long overdue for a treat. It's been what, two weeks?"

Hex fidgeted and stared at his knees. "Two and a half," he mumbled.

Caleb gasped with mock incredulity. "How are you still upright? You must be famished."

"You're such a dork," said Hex. He twisted and stretched to  follow Caleb, allowing the thin man to place his hands in his shoulders. Now poised above him, he sank lower, letting the lines of their bodies press together.

"Sure, but I'm a tasty dork." Caleb barely finished his quip when Hex let his head fall into a wet kiss. It was brief, barely a step up from licking, and quickly moved as his mouth roved farther along his cheek and jaw.

"Mm." Caleb could feel the hum of Hex's voice against the tendons of his neck, and the brush of his dark curls against his ear. He brought up a hand to grip the base of Hex's head and press him closer, but was thwarted when a clawed hand pulled it away as Hex sat up. Caleb frowned in confusion and propped himself up on his elbows.

"I don't want to wreck your shirt. I like this one."

"What, not monster enough to rip it off me?" Caleb smirked.

Hex growled low in his chest, eyes dark.

"Fine, fine."

Hex crossed his arms and watched Caleb obediently unbutton his shirt, peeling it off while Hex maintained his straddle over him on the couch. Once the garment was deposited in a heap on the floor, Hex didn't hesitate to pin him fully to the couch and latch onto his shoulder.

Surprised, Caleb winced, and Hex quickly let go and twisted his head to see his expression. Red just painted the center of his lips as he blinked back, concerned.

"Go on, then." Caleb smiled and jostled Hex back into place as well as he could from his disadvantaged position.

Hex returned to the bite tenderly, closing his mouth over the wound with more precision. His body relaxed, boneless on top of Caleb. Christ, he was heavy. Under the leaden blanket of the ghoul the rest of the world got farther away. Caleb rolled his head to the side, straining the torn skin and pulling a quiet growl, nearly a purr, from Hex. He moved one arm up from its awkward position flung across Hex's back to cradle the man's head. Hex slid down slightly, away from the bite, to rest an ear over Caleb's heart. His eyes were barely open and a dumb smile was plastered over his bloody face.

Even after such a brief contact, Caleb could feel himself brimming with adrenaline. As much as his brain loved the sensation, his body always defaulted to fight or flight after Hex dug his teeth into his skin. He imagined it was something like the buzz people talked about after getting a tattoo. Despite the beast falling asleep on his chest, Caleb felt giddy with energy.

Hex shifted his weight again and moved back to Caleb's shoulder. He attended to the drips seeping from the neat twin arcs carved into the skin. The texture of his tongue was silken against the peach fuzz at the base of his throat. Slowly, Hex laved over the entire area, meticulous at first, but gradually growing more sloppy as the taste of the skin itself became a distraction.

As he sat back, Hex tilted his head to the side and let his eyes run over Caleb's body. The last couple bites were nearly healed, just dark pink dimples etched into his upper arm. They tried not to go over the same place too many times in a row, but there were clearly favorites. There was a scattering of silvery scars over the tops of his thighs, though those were mostly disguised by his hair, fine as it was.  Similar scars were clustered along the sides of Caleb's throat, much more obvious on the delicate skin. He knew Hex felt guilty for leaving such permanent marks somewhere so prominent, despite Caleb's reassurances. They'd both been learning then.  They had become something of a fixation, a spot of special attention whenever Hex had the chance to get his mouth on his body. Caleb shivered at the mere thought of his lips against the sensitive skin.