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“I'm sorry, but unless you have an appointment you can not be seeing him right now. Mr. Knight is very busy and very important. He can not waste time with idle chit chat. There could be officers in there that need his undivided attention” He didn’t like how shit eating her grin was. He didn’t like it one bit.
“Tell him Eric Brooks is here. Just trust me-“ He would try and gently pressure her to do her actual job as a secretary and communicate. Seems she was getting some glee at refusing to entertain him. Was pissing him off quite a bit. Swore every secretary had a vendetta. Bored out of their minds all day and looking for an excuse to create drama.
“Please?” He will only play nice for so long.
She would keep her Cheshire grin as her borderline claws would press the intercom button on her desk.
“Mr. Knight, there is a Eric Brooks here. Does that name ring a bel-“ She hardly finished her sentence when the door to his office opened.
“Eric!” He nearly squealed, before running into his arms.
The grin the vampire hunter had made the woman sick, given such a wide smile showed quite the set of teeth. Left her a momentary freeze, as Eric managed to balance being Koala-ed by the ever bubbly and excited front of Steven.
“Surprise. I got you your favorite. Matcha Frappuccino with a pump of vanilla, pump of Caramel, and an espresso shot. All with almond milk.” He would wave the cup at him, and he happily took it.
“You remembered-?” He was nearly in tears at such a simple gesture. He gave a shrug as he nursed his own drink. Wasn’t that big of a deal to him. Course he would remember things his boyfriend liked. Yeah he had three of them, but that's just more flavors for him to enjoy. He made it work for a reason. Most people wouldn’t handle it well, but most people weren’t Dhampire’s either.
“You know Bri loves her Starbucks. Might as well make use of the points-“ He would keep his grin, as Steven would quickly look to his secretary.
“Cancel all my meetings today-“ She was about to retaliate that he couldn’t just do that, but he was already grabbing his coat to leave the office. What the hell made this Eric guy so special?
“Sir-! It’s hardly 7 am-!”
“My company, my rules. Bye-!”
Steven was speeding away, as Blade gave a sarcastic blowing kiss goodbye.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out-“ He lowered his shades to toss her a wink, before closing it behind him. Oh he was happy to chase his boyfriend out of the estate of his office. There in that fresh air. Sky no longer its blood mist. Was almost like things were normal again.
Almost.
“We’ve missed you. How have you been? How was the mission?” Steven asked, as he happily sucked on his straw. Enjoyed the feeling of a nice walk while holding his boyfriend's hand. Nothing quite matched the comfort of his cold skin touching him on a sunny day. Was its own tall glass of water.
“Love,l I don’t even know where to begin-“ He sighed, as he went to explain his recent vampiric hunt. All to the happily listening ears of Steven. The Alter that took the burdens of daylight struggles, to be an adult, social interactions, just the person who made sure to burden themselves with the roles that Marc was never able to properly learn.
A part of Marc.
Every part of Marc was loved.
Blade made sure of it.
Was such a nice and peaceful little daylight walk. You really learn to enjoy the sun when a Dhampir. Like how the sun made Steven’s hair look like chocolate curls, and how his eyes were just sparkling like honey drizzled over tigers eye. He was just hypnotized by it all. As pretty as the moonlight was, the sun just captured that sparkle like no other. Wasn’t until Steven spoke up did he realize how lost he had gotten.
“Eric….What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?”
Steven would rub at his lips and cheek to try and get it off, just for him to laugh at it.
“Sorry I…I just missed you….” He would admit. Wasn’t one to be to open on his more sensitive side, more like you will be painfully aware when he's annoyed at you, but a man like Steven was good at making him feel that calmness. To not be afraid. Guess Steven was just as much a grounding tool for him as for Marc.
“We missed you too.” Steven would recuperate, before leaning his head on Blade’s shoulder. In turn his own head rested on those soft curls.
Only a man like Steven, and Bri (she’s a daddy's girl, sue him) could ever make him allow such a soft underbelly to be touched.
A walk around the block together was just perfect. Got Steven to stretch out his legs, enjoy the sun, and just have a peaceful moment. One that he was willing to make last a little longer.
What was supposed to be just a small little hello was now a little more, once they returned back to the office. Blade was going to do his typical kiss goodbye, one for each cheek and on his lips, but Steven had other ideas.
“You can take the day off, Stacey. Mr. Brooks and I need to have an important meeting.” Steven spoke in that serious tone that was for business. To have that suave and charm for the right people, and make them swing whatever direction he wanted. Something he himself rarely saw, since Steven was a blushing puddle of goo. God he was a sucker at seeing him melt.
“I…Might I ask why?” She was very confused, but was putting her coat on anyway.
“Sorry…It is very private. I will see you on Monday. Have an enjoyable weekend, Stacy!” He would wave, as she was still very confused. She would give her own wave goodbye and left with that strange black man smiling at her like she was dinner.
When the door closed Eric could instantly tell what was going to happen next. Made more clear at how pink his cheeks were. Oh how Steven missed him. He just couldn’t wait to touch him anymore.
And Eric was happy to oblige.
Eric scooped Steven into his arms, and kissed him deeply. The way his body nearly went limp in his grasp showed such levels of trust and love to the Dhampir. That alone was all he needed to roar his engines.
He missed the taste of the other man so much. He could drink him hours on end if permitted. He had to taste him entirely, and Steven gave him the blessing to consume him. Body and soul.
“I missed you so much-“ Steven almost weeped, as Blade was inhaling him. His face was stuffed into his neck as he was starving for something more hearty than coffee. Something that Steven was willing to give him. All with a simple gesture of undoing his dress shirt buttons to expose the flesh of his neck to him.
He was nearly trembling in excitement from it all.
Made Eric so hungry.
“Your bite marks are nearly healed. Need to fix that.”
He would run his tongue over his favorite spot on his neck, and savored the shaking that was in his hands. He just adored Steven. He was so cute to him. To be so excited and embarrassed. To be unable to speak from the adrenaline.
It was a meal.
He secured his favorite spot and sunk his fangs back into that spot he always favored. Deep into his flesh and filling his mouth up with his blood.
Steven nearly collapsed from it. Not from pain, no. He was in total ecstasy. He missed that feeling. That ability to trust without the slightest hesitation. He missed being vulnerable and not scared of it.
He missed Eric.
And Eric missed him.
A small feed for his favorite Dhampir.
His poor legs couldn’t keep him up from the stimulation. Nothing like a gentle escort to the waiting room couch couldn’t fix. Just gave Eric more time to savor him. To work off more buttons of the dress shirt, have his freezing touch trace over every scar and stretch mark, and over all worship him in his own way. Small touches until his mouth could make up for it.
Was always so hard to not go overboard with feeding. The only person he ever drank from was them. He always was so worried about going overboard and taking too much. To drink until nothing is left, but every time he just felt so satisfied when done. Maybe he just had magical blood or something. He is an Avatar after all.
He just tried not to overthink it, and was grateful he could feel his urges calmed. Even if only for a while.
Once he finished his fill he would pull away to look at a nearly drunk looking man. High off his own supply so to speak. Mans was really into it all. Was hard as a rock in his dress pants.
Nothing Eric couldn’t fix.
With an apologetic kiss to the reopened wound he would pepper him in even more kisses. Soft ones over all he could find and reach. Soft kisses to his cheek, shoulder, chest, stomach, he was just peppering him in love. He just adored the man.
“Eric-“ He would hear Steven whimper for him, as he just unwrapped him like a present. Each white cloth was taken off with care as he would kiss the newly exposed skin. The fresh sweat on his tongue was making him starve for more.
There he was. There on his knees for him. Kissing away at his inner thighs as Steven was a blushing mess of nerves. How he missed those freezing lips on his burning flesh. Each vein under the layer of skin touched with his tongue. Heart beat in his mouth, life in his hands. There was such an edge to having sharp teeth so close to such vital parts of him.
Call him a hopeless romantic while you’re at it. He’s read his fair share of vampiric romance novels.
Dhampirs were far better in his opinion.
“I need you-“ Eric whispered, as he took the last bit of clothing off of Steven’s body. That underwear was removed with care before getting thrown aside with none at all. His reward was before him.
Course now Steven got shy. Being so naked and exposed in his own waiting room. Made his heart race in a way that made Blade hungry. To hear that blood pumping faster as his skin grew pinker. Those scars from protecting and serving the moon. That body hair that he loved to run his fingers through when cradling him close. Every mole and freckle he wore like stars. He just loved to admire him like this. Be between his legs and appreciate the fact this man trusted him enough to allow this. Allow him to see his every inch of heart and soul.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Steven whined. Had Eric laugh to see him try and hide behind his hands. As if he wasn’t sitting there naked. One of the many things that made Eric just swoon for him.
“What? I’m just admiring the art.” He taunted him with his own museum little joke. Had him whine but Eric just kept smiling. Kept kissing his legs and worshipping his body. From the stomach rolls to the cellulite. Stretch marks and acne scars. He loved how human he was.
“So….I'm going to guess you don’t have any lube….?” He asked, while sneaking in kisses across his stomach. Appreciate the soft body in his fingers that would become so strong when it needed to. The muscle at rest.
“No…..Sorry…” That was quickly hushed by more kisses.
“You know I prefer to prep you myself anyway.” He whispered, before gently guiding Steven to lay on his chest. Had him a bit confused. That was until he felt those strong hands on his hips. He couldn’t stop the shiver of anticipation at knowing exactly what he was going to do next. Something that Blade rather liked. Probably more with giving than receiving.
“You smell so nice. Always making sure you are dressed your best.” He would kiss across the back of his thighs as he spoke. Made Steven start to breathe heavier in the wait for more. He knew what was coming and he just needed it already.
But always, he was too shy.
Good thing Eric could read a room.
“If I had known you would have showed up I would have skipped the shower….” He tried to act sexy, but immediately facepalmed at what he had just said.
“Promise?” Blade asked. What can he say? He loved the smell of the man under him. A natural odor was his ambrosia. Nothing quite gave him an itch to scratch than the scent of his partner aroused.
And by God was Steven aroused.
Blade would admire the feast before him as some vampiric instincts couldn’t be resisted.
“ACK-! Eric-! Did you just bite my butt?!”
“…….Maybe-“ He muffled, before licking the fresh wound clean of the blood it leaked.
“That’s not how someone eats ass you….oh you-“ He huffed at him. Didn't even need to see him to know that Steven was puffing his cheeks out in that adorable way that won his heart over every time. Just adored that man to no end. The one guy that could get him to act soft. Truly only something the gods could make happen. Even then it’s gonna be a tricky slope.
Those puffy cheeks would just grow more in flush as Eric kept teasing and toying with him. Using those strong hands to grab his ass firmly and force them to spread. To leave him exposed in his own waiting room. To feel that cold air in a place he shouldn’t.
How Eric adored feeling the younger man’s heart racing.
He would take a moment to enjoy the sight. To see him shiver as he brushed his thumb right over his hole. He could see him aching for attention. Call him a sap but whatever Steven wanted he would fall to his knees and obey. He wanted to spoil his little juice box after all. He will do whatever he is asked.
With a slow lick right over the tight muscle it was all over for Steven. He was hiding his face in a throw pillow, fighting the pathetic noises that left him, as Eric kept teasing him with the slow licks. Slow and gentle. Just easing him to the feeling. It had been a while since they had sex together. Even longer between him and Steven when he fronted. He was willing to take it as slow as his Steven wanted. Marc and Jake can have fun with his wild side for a later date.
Licks and kisses right against the muscle. Got such sweet sounds out of Steven, as his body was slowly relaxing in his touch. Even with a pillow to try and muffle it does no real good when your hearing can catch your heart beat. If anything it just got him more aroused to see Steven acting so precious under him. He just wanted to be inside of him already, but he will take it as slow as his Stevey likes it.
When he felt Steven was relaxed enough he would push his tongue inside of him. The squeal had him laugh. It was so fun to make him melt. Get all the most honest sounds out of him. Unlike Marc and Jake, Steven was never one to hide how he felt easy. Don’t get him wrong, he likes breaking down Marc’s walls and the hard edge Jake had. He loved each Alter. Just as there were different alters there were different mindsets to Eric. Sometimes he wants to play with his food, other times he wouldn’t mind being the prey. MoonKnight fulfilled all his needs. What more could he want?
“Eric-” Steven moaned. That sweet song that made him need more. To force his tongue as deep inside of Steven as he could. Massage over all it could reach, and hold no shame with the building up drool that would leave his mouth. Spit would run down Steven’s crotch, and Eric used it to stroke and play with him. Massage his balls with his own saliva, to starting to jerk him off with the mixture gaining precum to the mix.
The sounds that left them both was purely pornographic.
Steven was moaning like a bitch in heat, and he wasn’t even inside of him yet. Made him even more eager. He could hardly keep himself composed enough to focus. He missed hearing him. He missed touching him. He missed everything and anything that was the man in his hands. He was going to make sure he was riding cloud nine.
As adorable as Steven’s whine of protest was to the removal of his tongue, the squeak of surprise at being flipped over onto his back was even better. Have those beautiful eyes look at him while he got those annoying leather pants down his hips. Finally have freedom to get the party started.
“Ready to bugger-out?”
The eager nod that was given just had him sparkling his toothy smile. He couldn’t resist kissing him. Kiss him as he pressed the tip of his cock against the relaxed muscle. Let his tongue invade Steven’s mouth, as the younger man's legs welcomed him by wrapping around his waist. None of it could be resisted. He needed to swallow him whole.
The eye crossing moan that left Stevens mouth, and entered his, would suffice.
He always took him so well. They have had sex enough times at this point, but it still always felt amazing when Steven took him. He was so warm and still so tight. The contrast between their body temperatures was always welcomed. It chilled Steven to the core, while he melted his own. It was addictive. Each person was addictive. He swore each one felt different when they were intimate together. Steven was different with how much of a pillow princess he was. He just loved to pamper him because of it.
Make him cum from so little.
He kept drinking in the moans like ambrosia, while Steven clung to him tightly. Feeling those nails run down his back was making him need to start thrusting faster. To let the room echo with the sounds of them fucking each other like animals in heat. He missed his partners so much. He was going to make sure each one understood how much he loved and carved them.
He wanted to keep kissing, but there were more temptations at hand. He parted from the kiss and sunk his fangs on the other side of his neck. Made Steven cry out in a blend of pain and pleasure. His back couldn’t help in arching, as his eyes watered from the experience. Was becoming a whimpering mess of wet moans. Just what Eric loved.
“Oh Eric-Please please please-! Bite me again! Please!” Steven begged him, and he just couldn’t say no. He was happy to give him his wish. He would bite into his shoulder, and it called forth another back arching moan of pleasure. He could bet he could make Steven cum just from biting alone. It was tempting, but he rather get him cock drunk. Get him off with plowing into his prostate instead.
A few more bites can’t hurt.
“YES YES YES YES YES-!” Steven couldn’t hold back any of his needy sounds. Neighboring buildings might hear them, but that was arousing all on its own. To have people hear how much pleasure he was slamming into Steven. Enough to make him go insane. He loved it. Loved tasting his arousal and adrenaline in his sweat and blood. He just had to keep drinking him up. Keep fucking him like their lives depended on it.
The way he was starting to sob for him told him that he was close. He always was so sensitive when he got closer. His cries were of pleasure whenever they were together. He made sure of it. Made sure his Steven was taken care of. From bite marks to orgasms. He will give him whatever he asks.
“Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” He said into his ear, before nipping at it. Just taunting him in his pathetic state. Couldn’t even get words out now. Just eager nodding as his curly hair stuck to his face. Tears and cross eyed pleasure. The noises that left his throat were worthy of jerking off to alone. Especially when Eric adjusted himself to make sure his cock rubbed right into his prostate. Just how he liked it.
“ERIC! ERIC PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”
He wasn’t lasting a second longer, and Eric figured neither did he. He sunk his fangs back into his favorite spot, and slammed into him. As deep as their bodies could allow. He wanted to make sure to stuff him full with his seed. To treat him like he was in need of getting knocked up. If he could he sure would have.
The noise that left Steven’s throat was heaven to him. To have him trembling against him, yet refusing to let go. Came all over them both, and was a flushed mess of sweat and lust. His body was in a serious need of that orgasm. Eric couldn’t help but worry he might pass out with how hard his cock was getting milked. Steven was always so good in reminding him there was bite to him as well.
More reason to love him.
The world was a buzzing ring now. The two just rode out the high together. Both of them laid on their sides. Eric was spooning him, and keeping his arms in a tight hug around Steven’s stomach. Back to those apologetic kisses over the many bite marks he covered his shoulders and neck. Licked up the blood as he worked. Savored the iron and salt that entered his mouth.
“That….Oh I needed that….” Steven would pant, as he tried to get his wet curls out of his face. He felt so worn out, but he was happy. He was so very happy. Happy to be held tightly like this. Be full of love from his boyfriend. Figuratively and literally. It was the itch Eric was always able to scratch.
“Agreed….Think you can handle a round two?”
A swat to his face was given, and he laughed at it.
“Ok ok….I’ll ask again in five minutes.”
Another swat, but Steven was laughing with him this time.
Just what they both needed.
A nap.