Norman Reedus Imagines

Scud

Scud slips quietly into his room. He doesn't like being around the high born bloodsuckers. Most of them won't stop looking at him like he's a fucking meal. And he's been a meal more than enough times already thank you very fucking much. His hand ghosts over his stomach as he lays down on the bed pulling up his shirt.

The scars are horrific but they're part of him now. From when he'd began his time with Blade he'd healed, become human again but it wasn't enough. The dead bloodsuckers had given him a thirst for more. He wanted something that he couldn't ever have with Blade, he wanted to be more.

Tossing a cigarette into his mouth and fishing a lighter out of his baggy pants Scud lit it up. One hand rested on his scarred stomach lightly pressing down and the other moved lazily, taking the cigarette to and from his mouth. When he exhaled he blew smoke rings. Amusing himself he inhaled deeply wishing he was smoking weed and then blew several out at once.

Finishing his cigarette he lights another off the tail end of the first one. He's finally realised what he's feeling. He's feeling....needy. Most of the time here he jacks off in the shower, he hasn't had a woman in quite some time. Going out only during the day puts a crimp in his usual pick-up places as he was a night owl. But this fucking town was way too dangerous and he had a healthy dose of self-preservation. Plus, he worked at night now.

So continuing to smoke Scud slides his hand down to his pants. He unbuckles them easily and shoves his hand inside pushing under his underwear he grabs a firm hold on his cock. He closes his eyes briefly. Felt fucking good. He remembered the cold vampiric hands of one of the females on his cock from the night he'd gotten his scars and his cock jerked in his hand. Yeah, even better. The cold hand on his warm hard cock almost forcing it into flaccid submission.

But Scud was different, he hadn't gone soft, her ice-like hands had made him harder, she had been surprised, he liked to think pleasantly so but within minutes she'd torn the shit out of his stomach so who the fuck knew? Gripping his cock Scud squeezes it firmly. Then he slides his hand down and tugs on the ring he still had there. He was fucking lucky it hadn't been ripped out of his dick that night the way they'd laid into him. And he was fucked if he was gonna go to Blade and get him to take out the ball so he could unhook it.

So he'd suffered through the soreness and the scabs around the ring until it had finally healed. And now he could use it again. Hooking his thumb through it Scud pulls on it and his hips start to move in time with his pulls. He loves to get himself off this way, just tugging on the ring.

His left hand continues to smoke and when he's smoked the cigarette down to the filter he drops it on the concrete floor and pushes his pants down over his hips exposing his hard cock and right hand in his ring tugging on it to anyone who decided to walk in. He hadn't locked his door. He never locked his door. B never visited his room and Whistler didn't even know where he slept he thought.

Bloodsuckers didn't count as far as he was concerned. Closing his eyes Scud's left hand roves over his scars as his right thumb continues to pull on the ring, over and over. His cock is hard now and standing up facing his chin so he starts to pull the ring upward toward him instead. Scud pulled and tugged at the ring, not touching his cock in any other way. His left and scratches lightly over his balls as his right thumb pulls harder.

Finally letting his hips start to move he opens his eyes to see them flex, he's so fucking white now, he never gets any daylight, he's started taking fucking supplements because of his lack of vitamin D. And then a shadow moves by the door and his eyes dart over there not expecting to see anything at all. He freezes completely when he sees the bloodsucker there watching him. A glint of gold on a finger tells him who it is.

They don't move in any other way now he's aware of them. And Scud suddenly realises they'd wanted him to know he was being watched. They were either testing him or they got off on watching him as well as him knowing about it. "Like to watch huh?" His voice is husky from cigarettes and arousal. The shadow doesn't move. So he continues. Tugging on his ring harder now he has an audience and his left hand pushes down under his balls to his arse, he doesn't enter himself however just presses and circles his hole. He doesn't have time to fuck himself tonight.

Pushing his head back Scud deliberately exposes his neck vulnerably to the bloodsucker wondering if they'll take him up on his silent invitation. But they don't move at all. So he opens his eyes and watches them watching him. That he can't see their eyes makes it even more erotic.

Finally Scud moves his left hand up to grasp his cock even as his right thumb continues to tug and pull on the ring. His left hand starts to pull down in direct contrast to his right. It's a painful maneuver but it brings him off hard and fast. Looking down at himself Scud sees pre-com dotting his stomach and he lets go of his cock and swipes his left hand through it, bringing it to his mouth, sucking lightly on it before he takes it back to his cock.

He feels more than see's the shadow move restlessly at that movement. "Oh, you like that do you? Want to taste me? You'd be most welcome to sweetheart." The shadow doesn't move, but Scud hadn't expected them to. He closes his eyes to them the better to focus on himself. On his toes curling inside his heavy boots, his hips jerking up and down in time with his thumb pulling on his ring. Fuck that felt good.

Feeling the tensing of his back muscles that signaled his impending orgasm Scud opened his eyes again looking over at the shadow. Then his eyes flutter shut as one final hard tug on the ring makes him come. His left hand pulls down harshly even as his right pulls and his back arches, neck moving back vulnerably again.

With his eyes closed he doesn't see the quick move forward and then back as the bloodsucker checks their movement forward to taste his long sexy white throat as he swallows convulsively through his orgasm.

When he has regained his breath he opens his eyes to look down at himself. His left hand is fine, his right has been covered in his own come and it is smeared on his stomach. Letting go of his ring he brings it to his mouth but is stopped before he can lick it off by a soft hiss. He looks over at the shadow. "Oh, now you want to taste?" He is slightly sarcastic having gotten himself off he wants to clean himself up and try to work some more.

The shadow moves, coalescing into a solid form as it flows toward the bed.