Late Night Bite

It started out with smooth, soothing talk. A swave, low purr in his voice and a light playful spark in the other's. Then it evolved into a tight embrace that brought on gentle pecks that grew longer and more passionate each time. A small, low laugh and the suggestion of "My room" was what led to studio apartment 344.

They stood in the dim light of what was streaming through Samuel's window. His hands rested behind Derek's head with his thumbs in front of his ears. Derek's hands were placed of the curve of Samuel's waist, almost to the nook of his back. They stood as close as they could to each other, their mouths together exchanging passionate kisses. Their tongues meet and Derek's playfully teased at Samuel's fangs. He toyed with the sharp edge and point then "accidently" cut his tongue. Blood lightly spilled from his tongue to Samuel's mouth. Samuel got closer, kissed harder, to get more blood and crave his hunger. But then, suddenly, he backed away.

"No," he said. "No stop. Don't do that."

"Do what?" Derek asked holding him tighter and leaning forward for another kiss. Samuel leaned away from Derek's kiss and turned his head.

"Stop." He demanded once more.

"Babe. What's up." Derek asked starting up with Samuel in his arms.

"You-your tongue."

"...Yeeeeeaaaaah..." Derek said narrowing his eyes and giving a slightly confused smirk.

"You're bleeding." Samuel said obviously.

"I know, I did it on purpose." Derek leaned in again for a kiss as if what he just said was nothing. He was stopped by Samuel holding up his hand between them.

"No, sweetie. I told you before I'm not drinking your blood. I'll find someone or some way but not you." He said with a look of disapproval.

"Babe." Derek said turning Samuel's head back toward him. "You said that last week, and the week before. I told you anyway you can bite me whenever you need to."

"I don't want to!" Samuel protested. Derek licked his lips like he always did when he was frustrated, a bit of blood lingered in the corner of his mouth. Samuel noticed right away.

"I... I don't... want... to." Samuel found it becoming harder to ignore the hunger that twisted his stomach and it began to get the better of him. The only thing that ran through his mind was blood, the only smell he could smell was the blood in Derek's mouth. Derek put his hand on Samuel's chin again.

"I think you do." He teased. Hastily Samuel pulled Derek in by his shoulders and began kissing him again. Harder and faster this time, focusing mainly on his tongue.

"Bite me." Derek said between kisses. Samuel walked forward, backing Derek toward his bed. They both fell ontop of it to the slight surprise of Derek. Samuel lightly laughed at the small muffled yell of surprise Derek made. This made Derek laugh as well.

Samuel sat up and found himself straddling Derek's hips. He placed his hands on his own thighs and laughed nervously to himself. His face burned red as he sat up slightly on his knees and off Derek's pelvis.

"What?" Derek cooed with a laugh and a smile. "You getting shy?"

"Ah... Well..." Samuel rubbed his cheek and ran his hand up through his hair. His small silhouette caught the city light coming through the window in a mysterious, 1950's classic detective kind of way. It made not just Derek's smile grow.

"Oh! Ok!" Samuel said lifting himself more and getting another laugh from Derek.

"Always so bashful." He purred. "But, i mean, you already got me here. Sooooooo..." He moved his hands onto Samuel's higher and rubbed them in small circles. Samuel's face grew brighter red.