the vampire phase - 2
that porter/david fic
chapter one on ao3
tags: reference to sex, biting, vampire feeding, assholes being unintentionally vulnerable, i might have nicknamed Porter kitten... you look me in my damn eyes and TELL me in he's not giving kitten energy!
the vampire phase - 2
It had been four month since this started.
Porter knew he should shop seeing David. He should blow up the relationship. He didnāt deserve this.
And laying in the aftermath of sex in Davidās home, in his bed, completely spent and wrung out, he had the clarity of knowing it. David was stretched out beside him, catching his breath and just reveling in it. One of his hands was still on Porter, gliding down his side to his hip. āYou okay?ā he asked in that deep voice.
Porter closed his eyes. No. He wasnāt okay.
He got up fast enough that the shifter wouldnāt be able to stop him, would barely see it.
David rolled his head to the side to look at him standing near the bathroom door.
āIāve got to go,ā he said.
David raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the briskness it seemed. āReally?ā
āYeah.ā
āWhy are you angry?ā David asked.
āIām not,ā he decided to forgo a shower, grabbing his clothes instead.
David sat up now, one arm propping himself up and his head tipped to the side, his neck stretching. Porterās eyes caught on that throat for a split-second, a split-second too long, and he jerked his attention away, looking for his pants.
āI thought youād relax after we fucked but youāre still edgy, kitten.ā
Porter bared teeth, not sure if it was at the continued concern or the damn nickname David had started using. Porter hadnāt put a stop to it the first time, because he was face down and the addition of that endearment had pushed him over the edge, but that was two weeks ago and the nickname had made it out of the bedroom into their day to day.
āWhat do you mean? I wasnāt edgy.ā
David laughed, that dry laugh of his that suggested they were on the verge of a fight and he wasnāt the least bit scared. āOkay. Pissy. Youāve been pissy since you walked in last night.ā
āNo Iāā he started and then stopped, blinking at David. They were both still naked, Porterās shirt in hand but his pants nowhere to be seen. āWhat do you mean, last night? I wasnāt here last night. I justā¦ā No.
David smirked. āGood morning, kitten.ā
It was dawn. When he reached out with his senses, he could feel the sunlight outside the apartment. He had been late getting here last night and he must have lost track of time duringā¦
Davidās smirk fell, seeing something on Porterās face. āItās okay. You can crash here.ā He finally got up, stretching.
āI canāt stay,ā Porter said, realizing it even before he understood it. Fuck. Heād fucked up.
āWhy? Got a lunch date?ā David walked into the attached bathroom, flicking on the light.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. He was so stupid. Heād had a chore from the king last night that took longer than heād expected. The fight had been ugly and heād lost blood before healing. He should have gone out to feed but he knew David was expecting him and if heād gone to eatā¦that would have taken what time he had and he wouldnāt have made it.
āFuckā¦ā
āPorter,ā David said from the bathroom doorway, not joking anymore. āItās okay. What do you need? If you want space, you can have my room to yourself. I wonāt bother you.ā
Porter shook his head. Feeling even more like a douchebag now that David was trying to be so accommodating. He probably had been an asshole tonight too. He had to clench his jaw to buy himself the seconds to choose his words. He didnāt want to be the sort of person that snapped at his partners just because he was upset with himself. He shouldnāt have come over, but that was already done. The sun was up and he was more or less trapped in Davidās apartment until it went back down.
He could tough it out. He could sleep and just go hungry until tomorrow night. It wouldnāt be pretty with his body already running on too little, but heād gone longer without.
āTalk to me,ā David said.
Porter bared teeth at him and then groaned and flopped back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He was fucked. He could hear Davidās pulse like a neighbor with their base cranked up so high that it was thrumming through the walls. āI wasnāt planning to stay the day,ā he admitted.
āObviously,ā David agreed, deadpan.
Porter pinched the bridge of his nose. āI havenāt eaten.ā
David smirked.
Porter threw a pillow at the shifter but he caught it easily. āI lost some blood earlier and then I didnāt go out to feed soā¦ Iām going to be an asshole until I get out of here.ā
Davidās expression was unreadable for a stretch of seconds before his eyes widened a little. āChrist, are you hangry?ā
Porter got up. āFuck off.ā He found his underwear and pulled them on.
David leaned against the wall. āDonāt you have a blood bank or something?ā
āSuch luxuries are reserved for the weakā¦and the princelings,ā he scoffed, finally locating his pants, not that he could get out of here now. āI feed myself.ā Maybe he could take a walk through the buildingā¦ chances are heād find someone willing.Ā
āThen why didnāt you?ā
āWhat?ā
āWhy didnāt you feed yourself?ā
Porter looked at David and tried not to look at the bed. He failed.
Davidās eyes widened. āAre you stupid? You came here to fuck instead of feeding?ā
Porter could have said something poetic about feeding his varied thirsts, but he couldnāt be poetic with Davidās pulse practically against his teeth. āI thought Iād have time to go after.ā
āHow? Where would that fucking time come from?ā He was really upset, brow creased. āHow long can you go without feeding? Whatās going to happen?ā
It was jarring to see his reaction. He wasnāt sure what heād expected, but it definitely wasnāt this. āIām not going to go feral, or anything,ā he reassured, flashing a smile with teeth. āI promise not to try to kill you and your neighbors.ā
David pulled on a pair of sweats. āThatās not what I asked.ā
Porter rolled his eyes, for some reason how upset David was getting over the situation was taking some of it off of his own shoulders. āIām not going to die. Iām justā¦ running on empty.ā He waved a hand around the words like it wasnāt right but it was good enough. āHeadache andā¦edgy.ā Edgy was a nice way of putting it, he knew.Ā
He already felt the tension in his head, behind his eyes, and that ache in his limbs that made him want to run and chase anything and everything. It wasnāt something he couldnāt control, but it was going to make the rest of the day unpleasant. The headache would get worse, the empty feeling deeper, but he would survive and hopefully not completely blow up his relationship with the shifter in the meantime.
He realized David wasnāt saying anything and looked up, surprised to find the other man just watching him. He still had that crease in his brow.Ā āHow much do you need?ā
Porter blinked and then raised an eyebrow. āWhy? You have bloodbags stashed in your fridge, lover?ā
David didnāt say anything, arms folded over that thick chest and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Porter was about to make another joke when he realized what his partner was thinking. He smiled. āReally?ā
David frowned. āIf you try to kill meā¦ā
Porterās grin dropped. āI wouldnāt.ā
David didnāt look entirely convinced.
Porter would have taken offense if he wasnāt so hungry. He held up his hand. āI swear I wonāt.ā He dragged his finger over his heart in two slashes. āCross my heart and hope to dieā¦ā
David rolled his eyes. āYouāre already dead,ā he reminded.
Porter was on his feet in front of David, hand sliding to the side of his neck, thumb stroking his jaw. He felt the shifterās strong pulse under his palm. āI wouldnāt hurt you.ā
David huffed a laugh, his pulse beating just a little faster. āDonāt try to trick me into something Iām already agreeing to, kittenā¦ā He kissed him.
It was enough to make Porterās thoughts blank, his senses full of that contact and Davidās pulse. Would he really let him taste him? Why did he think he was trying to trick him? What had that meant?
Porter nipped at Davidās lower lip, scraping it with teeth but not breaking skin.
David jerked back a little, bearing his own teeth in playful warning. āIf weāre going to do thisā¦ā he said, unraveling from Porter and climbing onto the bed, up toward the headboard.
Porter was more than happy to follow him up the mattress.
āBehind me,ā David said, when Porter was almost in his lap.
He paused, eyebrow raised and lip quirking. Again, he knew if he was running on more energy, heād have a great remark for thatā¦ āIf thatās how you like it,ā he said, settling against the headboard and enjoying the new position. He gripped Davidās hips and dragged him back into him, between his thighs. He moaned low at the sight of that exposed neck, dropping a kiss against his spine while his hands roamed bare sides and back.
āI told youā¦ā David said, voice low and steady, not betraying the rising beat of his heart. āIf you bite me, Iāll bite you back. This is the best way to keep that from happening.ā
Porterās hands paused. Heād been enjoying this, and then those words sank in. And the earlier trepidation. āDaveyā¦ā he kissed his shoulder, fingers sliding up into the back of his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp while tipping his head farther to the side. He thrilled at the way David let him be in control for this. Usually he didnāt want it and they were both very happy with that arrangement, but this was definitely interesting. He curled an arm around the other man, hugging him to his chest to get a look at his face when he asked. āDo you think this is going to hurt?ā
The shifter turned his head to look at him, eyebrow raised. āI can take it, Porter. Youāre not the first vamp to bite me.ā
Porter felt a jolt of something ugly at thatāat the idea of someone else running hands and teeth against his skin.
David smirked, leaning his mouth closer to Porterās. āBut youāre the first one Iām not going to rip apart for it.ā
Porter would usually have enjoyed the threat of violence but this was leaving a bad taste. He traced one of the scars on Davidās side before realizing why, fingers stopping. Bite. Not a clean crescent but a tear. David had fought vampires. He had been bitten before. He thought this was the same as that?
Porter inhaled, on the verge of being pissed when he realized not only had David expected this to be violentā¦he was letting him do it. He had even put himself in a position so that Porter could hold onto him from behind, could bite and drink without David hurting him back. He was trusting him and sacrificing for him.
For him? Why?
āKitten?ā David leaned back against him.
Porter jarred back to himself, hands back to wandering skin and head dipping to drop another kiss against Davidās shoulderānot missing the way the big guy tensed but didnāt pull away. āI would never hurt you,ā he whispered against skin, devastated by how true it was when it escaped him.
āPorterā¦ You need blood, so justāā
Porter sucked at the side of Davidās throat, making his breath catch. He hummed against his pulse. āIām going to bite you, but itās not what you think itās going to be,ā he kissed higher, licking and already tasting him through his skin. He moaned softly, arms around him, chest flush to his back. āItās not going to hurt. And youāll never have to fight me off.ā
David relaxed slowly into him, dragging a deep breath and nodding once. He dropped his head to the side, onto Porterās shoulder, offering him his throat.
Porter did not deserve that trust and he knew it wasnāt something David handed out easily either. So why had he given it to him? What had he ever done to deserve it?Ā
His throat burned with hunger and his chest burned with the need to live up to this moment.
He wasnāt sure heād ever been more delicate with anyone in his life, kissing and licking, looking for just the right moment. When he bit, David tensed, arching in his grip. Porter kept one arm around his chest, pinning him to him, while the other was in his hair. He drank slowly, pouring pleasure into that bite, his own body shaking at the rich, heavy power in Davidās blood. It was enough that a younger vampire would have lost themself in itāwould have gotten greedyābut Porter had been greedy for David long before blood was involved. What he wanted was those sounds his lover was making, and the way his hips started twisting.
Porter was hard and pressed shamelessly against Davidās ass.
Davidās hands grabbed at his arm. If he pulled, Porter would have stopped and let him go. But he didnāt pull, he just held on.
āF-fuckā¦ā the shifter rattled out.
Porter swallowed another mouthful, headache long gone and limbs feeling like he could hold up the whole fucking world if he had to. Heād never felt this good in his entire life, and he wasnāt even sure how much of it had to do with the shifter blood and how much was just the shifter himself.
OHHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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