Violent Delights and Ends

Chapter 5 - Sweet Dream Or A Beautiful Nightmare

After his heart-to-heart with Barry, Oliver falls asleep, but he ends up having a very passionate dream that quickly escalates into a nightmare. And Laurel is worried about her husband.

Oliver's POV

Once I came back into my bedroom after the late chat with the vampire I quietly crawled into bed next to Laurel who was thankfully still asleep. I noticed that the time was a quarter past two when I glanced at the watch. Whoa, I really lost track of time in Barry's company. It was almost as if time was standing still with him. But he had really opened up to me and he wasn't like most vampires I've met. He was kind and smart and sweet and quite good looking if I should be totally honest with myself.
I hadn't even realized that I had finally drifted into a deep sleep, until the scene in the castle dungeon took a very unexpected turn.

Barry's red eyes were glowing red, my blood was dripping from his lips. But I still found myself taking a step towards him again since he had stepped away in horror just a few seconds ago. Then I slowly brushed my lips against his despite the blood, my blood on them just because I had to taste his unexpectedly warm mouth. I thought kissing a vampire would feel a lot colder. His mouth was probably warm from my blood.
When I pulled back after that first taste his eyes were glowing even more red and I could bet that my wolf eyes were glowing too. His red eyes fluttered close and then he pressed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss that we both desperately craved. He wrapped his arms around my neck with no regard for being gentle despite us being natural enemies and all. But I couldn't care less about being gentle either, I drove my fingers into his soft dark hair while I allowed him to dominate the kiss by mapping out my mouth. His lips parted from mine for a few seconds to let me breathe. I just sighed before I instantly claimed his mouth again very hungrily. I couldn't stand to part lips from him for more than a few seconds.
When I was back to hungrily kissing Barry a soft whimper left his mouth and I managed to pull away to look at him. He really was beautiful, his pale skin, the dark hair, those red eyes and his swollen red lips that I only wanted to taste more. It seemed like he wanted me too based on the following words that escaped his mouth.
"I want you with every cell in my body." the vampire whispered seductively into my ear and it sent a chill down my spine. A cold finger slipped over the bite marks on my neck that he had just made, before he claimed my mouth again and pinned me up against the wall.
I had never surrendered to anyone in that way before, but I allowed him to pin my arms to my sides and kiss me passionately as if his life depended on it. His mouth wandered down my neck and for a second I thought he would bite me again. But he didn't. He just kissed my neck while he slipped a cold hand up under my black t-shirt higher and higher until he reached one of my nipples and he rubbed it between a cold thumb and his index finger.
"Look at you... Oliver Queen giving himself to a vampire willingly." Barry chuckled before he kissed me again. Slowly but yet passionately. His tongue was still warm in my mouth and I tried to fight for dominance until I felt his sharp vampire fangs scrape against my bottom lip and it made me moan against his lips.
Our mouths parted and red eyes stared into mine with a glowing lust and a hunger that I've never seen before. Then the vampire quickly stripped out of his clothes aside from his boxer shorts and he must've noticed the way my eyes widened because he licked his lips.
"Do you like what you see?" He asked with a gorgeous smile on his pale face. All I could do was nod and then I gulped when he looked as if he was about to devour me and drag my soul to hell. Because I was sure ending up there for sleeping with a vampire. Even if this was definitely a dream.
My thoughts were distracted by his next words. "But you're wearing way too many clothes." he added and chuckled in a way that made my heart skip and I instantly got rid of my t-shirt and then I slowly unbuttoned my pants. That's when he stopped me and placed a hand over my hardened crotch while my eyes widened.
"Do you want me?" he asked even though he knew the answer. I bucked my hips up into his cold palm and a gasp escaped my throat.
"Yes... Barry...I... I want you." I replied with my voice shaking with want. The vampire didn't need more convincing he just pulled down my pants and another gasp escaped my throat.
"Come on." Barry said and grabbed my hand and steered me to the lonely rusty bed in the cell. Then he pushed me back on it and I moaned softly as my head hit the pillow and he crawled up on me.
"Do you still want to call the shots, Ollie?" the vampire asked with his most seductive voice just a few inches from my ear. I felt his cold breath against my skin and my heart skipped another beat.
"No..." I sighed and bucked my hips against the vampire's hard crotch. /I wasn't sure vampires still got erect? But apparently they do, at least in this dream/ With a smile he leaned in and stole a passionate kiss again, before I could finish my sentence.
"I want... " I gasped when our lips parted again. "...I want you to claim me..." I continued while his hands were traveling down on my bare muscular chest, then lower and lower still. "Please... " my muffled moan was interrupted by his mouth on mine again, while he slipped his cold hand into my boxer shorts and pulled out my hard length. I looked up at him and his hungry red eyes were glowing red.
"You could gladly impale me with this stake." Barry's dirty joke made me both chuckle and gasp at the same time.
  "Barry... just make me yours...with every cell in your body." Me repeating his words from earlier caused his eyes to soften and he placed his free hand against my cheek and captured my lips softly again.
"As you wish... Ollie." he whispered before he slipped down between my legs and closed his hungry mouth around the tip of my hard length. And I could feel his fangs scrape against my overly sensitive skin on the tip of my hard cock and it caused me to gasp out loud.
The vampire continued to bob his head up and down as he was taking me in inch by inch while I was playing with his soft hair and trying to remember how to breathe. "Barry..." I moaned his name out loud as he made me cum into his mouth. He made sure I could hear him when he swallowed all of it down. It was the hottest sexual experience of my life. Then he crawled up on me again and grinned.
"I haven't had anything other than blood in two years... that was delicious." the vampire said with a smirk on his face. And I couldn't help but start laughing. I don't know why but I just did and I couldn't even remember the last time I genuinely cracked up. Barry looked at me with confused eyes.
"I'm not done with you yet wolfie." He said and my laughter faded out when the vampire kissed me again. "Get it, wolf and Ollie, wolfie?" he was a real dork and it made me shake my head at his silliness, but a smile crossed my face when I cupped his face in my hands and stole a long drawn out kiss from him.
When our lips parted he slipped a cold finger into my mouth, then added another one. I couldn't ask what he was doing, but when he removed the fingers from my mouth only to add one of them inside my tight hole I got what he was doing and groaned with pleasure. It did sting a bit at first when he added the other wet finger too. But then I relaxed when he started scissoring me open. I whimpered several times when he finger fucked me with his cold fingers.
  "Ready?" he whispered and I sighed with pleasure again as I rubbed up into his cold gentle palm.
"Ever since I had a taste of your blood." I moaned and a smile crossed the vampire's face before he slowly pushed his cold hard cock into my tight hole. I gasped when he did, but it only stung the first few seconds before he started moving in and out of me in a slow and steady rhythm at first. Of course he didn't pant or breathe heavily or anything, he just moaned with pleasure occasionally when I rocked in the same rhythm.
"Do you want to drink from me while I take you apart huh? You strong sexy alpha?" Barry asked with a viscous smile and I nodded excitedly and gave in. I was definitely not strong around him. He had a hold on me and I allowed him to.
"Yes please." I sighed desperately while he bit his own wrist and my eyes widened as he offered it to me.
"Drink." He nearly ordered and I carefully sank my wolf teeth into his flesh and drank from him again. The calming, healing effect his blood had on me the first time washed over me again. He was watching me and it seemed to give him more pleasure than the sex itself, but he still kept moving in and out of me. Faster and harder now while I was feeding on him. We were both lost in the high of our lives.
After a final mind blowing thrust he hit the right spot inside me again and it sent him over the edge and he spilled his load inside me. /I wasn't sure if vampires are able to do that either but in my dream it was possible./ Watching him in such pleasure caused me to cum again too. I painted his pale chest white with the mess I made.
But as I was panting and breathing heavily through the high of the orgasm that was even more powerful with his calming vampire blood in my veins, I accidentally scratched him across his back when my animalistic instincts took over and the vampire's eyes rolled back in his head while he groaned. And not with pleasure. The high of our shared climaxes was over in an instant.
I watched fear fill up Barry's red eyes while he rolled off me and dropped down on his stomach next to me. He let out heart wrenching cry of pain and my gaze darted to the horrible claw marks on his back. My eyes widened in horror as they didn't seem to heal and the vampire was overcome by pain.
  "Oh my god, Barry, I'm so sorry. Please you need to drink." I mumbled in fear and worry. I even bit my own wrist to offer him some of my blood again and he drank some, but the claw marks still wouldn't heal.
"Ollie... what's happening?" the vampire looked freaked out and I didn't know what to do to soothe him when the panic was rising in my chest too. Was he dying? "Why isn't the wound healing?" Barry asked with a whimper in his voice and I was rapidly shaking my head in panic and confusion.
"I... I don't know." I murmured and then I remembered something I once heard, that werewolf bites were only deadly to vampires during a full moon, but on nights like this with no full moon, our claws were deadly just to have some sort of way of defending ourselves without the moon. I clasped my hands over my mouth as the realization sank in. Barry was going to die because of me.
  "Ollie... am I going to die?" Hearing him helplessly asking me that question caused my heart to break. Even more so when he yelled out in pain again and I tried to hold him still in my arms, but his body was starting to shiver.
  "Shhh, Barry, I'm here... and you're going to be fine." I tried to calm him down, but it was a lie because just as I had uttered those soft words into his ear I could hear his breathing slowing down and he was crying from the pain. "I'm so sorry...I never wanted to hurt you." I whispered into his ear and then I brushed my lips gently against his to distract him from the pain.
"I... I'm lucky that I met you, Ollie." Barry said with a weak voice when our lips parted from the brief kiss and I could hear his heart stop beating, but he couldn't be dead yet.
"No... Barry! Don't you dare leave me! Not like this!" I shouted and tried desperately, but in vain to do CPR on the dying vampire to restart his heart that still didn't have to beat.
  "Ollie... it's okay. I love you. You... saved...me..." he mustered his last words while he seemed about to rot and I watched in horror how he went from the gorgeous pale white vampire to a grey corpse in my arms

"Barry!" I yelled his name out loud in panic as I sat straight up in my bed. I was sweating and panting in panic, before I realized that I was back to reality, in my own bed right next to Laurel. Barry was hopefully fine in the castle dungeon. Then I noticed that my scream had caused my wife to wake up. 
"Ollie... are you okay?" she asked softly and sat up next to me and placed an arm on my shoulder. But I didn't realize that I had been crying for real, until she wiped some tears away from my face.
"Who's Barry? You've been chanting the name the whole night." Laurel asked softly and my cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, while I pulled a hand across my face. It must be the vampire blood talking. That dream was just a consequence of me falling asleep with Barry's blood and his poison in my system. There's no other way I'd have a very hot and a very scary nightmare about a stupid bloodsucking vampire no matter how beautiful he might be. Because I'm happily married and I'm just affected by the blood and his venom right now. And that's what I should tell my wife.
"The vampire who saved my life." I sighed while I pulled a hand through my hair. Laurel looked at me in surprise but then to my big surprise she let out a giggle at first. Oh god did I really moan for him out loud? This is the worst humiliation I've ever felt in front of my beautiful wife. "But it means nothing. It was just a weird dream. I've been told it's just one of the stupid side effects of vampire blood." I added with another sigh and my cheeks flushed red again because I wasn't totally sure who I was trying to convince, her or myself. And she didn't buy it either.
"That scream didn't sound like nothing. Honestly none of it sounded like nothing, you kept calling out his name. What was that dream really about?" Laurel asked and my cheeks flushed even more red and I decided to ignore the subject. How could I tell my wife I had some sexual nightmare about another man? Not just a man, a vampire. I thought while I was shaking my head and I rolled out of bed to go and grab a suit for today's work.
"Ollie..." Laurel hated whenever I changed the subject in the middle of our conversations. She got out of bed too wearing her red nightgown and placed her hands on her hips in her challenging wife manner and I slowly turned towards her and the words poured out of me.
  "Fine. If you really wanna know what the dream was about!" I snapped in annoyance even if I wasn't angry with her. "I dreamt that I had sex with him and then I killed him." Her eyes widened when I told her the truth with that sharp voice. I didn't mean to sound so angry because it's not like it's my wife's fault. It's Barry that I'm angry with and most of all myself. I felt disgusted by myself. But the anger toward the vampire quickly turned into worry and I wanted to go and check on him even if it was morning and the sun had already set.
It took a while for Laurel to process the information and then she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh wow, Ollie... that's certainly new. And I'm sorry I asked." she didn't know what else to say, but I noticed the compassion in her big blue wolf eyes.
"Anyway his blood will be out of my system by the end of the day and then I can finally forget about him and our lives can get back to normal." I said but I wasn't sure I wanted to forget about Barry at all. I just wanted to get rid of this stupid attraction to him that was completely out of my control. And I wasn't used to feel like a victim of my own feelings.
  Laurel's voice suddenly interrupted me from my thoughts. "Do you actually want to forget about him? I mean you told me that you dreamt that you killed him and...that must've been what made you scream as if you had just lost someone you love." she said and I sighed deeply and pulled a hand through my hair and down across my face. I just met Barry and he's a vampire. And no one can love someone after just one heartfelt conversation.
  "It was just a stupid, and mostly dirty, silly dream." I mumbled and walked away from the conversation to enter the bathroom to take a shower. As I stripped out of my clothes I noticed how sweaty and gross they were. And based on the cum-stains on the boxers I had to get rid of I must've had a real orgasm because of the stupid dream. I groaned in disgust over my own stupidity and lack of self control. And I just wanted to wash away the disgust I felt for being attracted to a vampire and for feeling so drawn to him. I don't know how long I showered, but probably for ten minutes.
But I still couldn't shake the image of a holding a dying vampire in my arms. My mind replayed Barry dying over and over in my head. Because of me. His heart wrenching screams, his last words and the gray corpse in my arms.
  After I had gotten dressed in a gray stylish suit for work I knew I had to go and visit him, even if he was asleep by now. And even if I hated myself for the need to see him again after that dream.