Words: 1,873
Tags: Heavar, Dracula AU, Dracula!Heahmund, Viking!Ivar, Bloodplay, Smut
Summary: Things start to heat up between Dracula!Heahmund and Ivar.
Ivar wasn't going to deny that there was a definite connection he felt with Heahmund, one he couldn't fully explain, and he wondered if perhaps it was because they had made a blood oath and Heahmund had tasted his blood, on some level connecting them deeper. Was it because of The Order? What they had done to Heahmund was certainly something that wasn't natural, which meant that it was possible that whatever they did to the other might affect him too. But he couldn't be sure, considering that Ivar didn't know everything, and as much as he wanted to pry, he would let Heahmund open up about that particular part of his life, in his own time. And if that was the case, right now, he didn't see that as a bad thing, but he spoke again in his usual manner, hoping to see what reaction he would garner from the handsome, deathly pale creature above him.
"Are you sure you're not just after my blood, Heahmund..? I would be deeply upset if you merely used my food." Ivar asked with a smirk before he lessened the space between them and brought the other in for a kiss, which the older man above him melted into as those hands wandered everywhere, causing the slight noises of pleasure from Ivar that Heahmund swallowed into their long, languid kiss, which eventually Heahmund pulled away from.
"Tell me Heahmund, just how does my blood taste..?" he asked the other before reaching out and pulling out one of his sharp, small throwing knives and grinning madly as he cut into his chest, breaking the skin and letting the blood come forth and laughing as he knew the other would respond and he found himself growing hard with arousal yet again. He pulled Heahmund's mouth away from his deep cut, which felt strange as it closed up, but he focused his attention on the creature. "Come then Heahmund, worship me.." Ivar added with a salacious grin, eyes sparkling with desire and something much darker.
Whatever feeling he couldn't place, this between them right now was not something he could fathom or understand. All he knew was that he wanted Ivar in a way he hadn't felt for a long, long time. It was ridiculous to think that a young, disabled yet lethal and predatory Viking and northerner was someone he found himself inexplicably drawn to. He knew that it was dangerous, whatever this was, because he couldn't truly let Ivar go now that he had a taste. The tantalizing tease that he had when they swore their oath to one another promised so much blood and chaos. No, he would drown in everything that Ivar would give him, and he would not let the younger go.
"I do not see you as a meal, Ivar, nor shall I ever," Heahmund responded with a sincerity that seemed to shock both him and Ivar. It seemed that his words had been enough to surprise Ivar once more. To see that Ivar would willingly make himself bleed to give him what he craved was a selfless act, but at the same time, it had a deeper meaning. He, too, was aroused just as Ivar was. He took a moment to commit Ivar naked and aroused to memory before leaning down and licking and sucking on the cut, his face shifting once more as he let out a moan of pleasure and instinctively sought to rid himself of his attire, Ivar conveniently cutting away at it and allowing him to be naked so that it was skin against skin.
"You taste like death and chaos, it's a cacophony of so much I cannot begin to describe," Heahmund replied, his voice in Ivar's mind as he drank deeply and enjoyed the sensation of short nails and a powerful hand dragging him away from the wound. He let out a smirk in response to Ivar's demands to be worshipped.
"Hmm..you want me to worship you like my own heathen God of Death..? I would ask that you touch me first..." he replied before rolling over and removing the rest of his attire, covering Ivar's body with his own once more, the difference in the colour of their skin was startling. Still, he let his eyes fall closed as he felt calloused, strong warrior hands caress his skin, and it felt electric, almost, being touched in a way you would a lover. How long has it been since he felt the touch of someone like this and truly felt a connection? Throughout his many long years, he'd slept with many, but nothing felt like this.
Ivar, for the first time, found himself speechless, which was rare in itself. Heahmund had willingly exposed himself in a way, fully open and vulnerable, and he felt honored that he was allowed to see this, and he would be sure to take good care of it, protect and covet this. There wasn't anything about Heahmund that he remotely feared or doubted - whatever their bond had done, this felt genuine. There had been literally no one in his life he had felt this with, aside from his beautiful Mother.
It made Ivar wonder if this was how Heahmund was before all the events with The Order, and, if so, how much pain and immortality had changed him. Oh, for that, he would make sure the leader or leaders of that organization would suffer long and painfully by his hand. They would beg for mercy and receive none as he would bestow upon them the benediction of Ivar the Boneless, scourge of the world.
But for now, he focused his attention back on Heahmund, licking his lips and taking in the other wholly exposed. He was fairly well built and attractively shaped; the paleness of his skin was interesting, as were the strange tattoos on his left bicep, and he curiously traced them before glancing up and smiling at the sight of his partner, lips parted. Eyes closed as he shivered and reacted to his touches in a painfully obvious way. Touches like his were something Heahmund wasn't used to; well, Ivar would change that. He would make Heahmund feel.
"Know that I will never betray you, Heahmund," Ivar said in a low husky whisper as he trailed his lips against the other's patterned bicep and let his hand slide downwards before wrapping Heahmund's generously sized and girthy arousal and biting gently into the skin and muscle as he stroked and touched Heahmund. "I want to touch every inch of you, to feel you deep inside of me, our bodies pressed -" he never got to finish the sentence though because Heahmund roughly grabbed his hair and forced him to up at the older man's handsome face before pressing a demanding kiss to Ivar's lips, that parted on instinct as the other plundered the sweetness of his mouth. He responded in kind, continuing his ministrations on Heahmund.
Ivar tasted indescribable, and his touch set his body alight with so much want and need; it had been far too long since he had felt this, a connection that seemed to burn between them both. He pulled away from those delectable lips of Ivar to allow the other to breathe, and he let out a throaty moan, his hips moving in time with the younger man's touches. "I know you would never do so, Ivar, it gladdens me to hear you reaffirm it, though," he said, causing and letting out a growl as Ivar gripped his cock a little tighter and grinned at him.
Ivar was comfortable with his nakedness; never once in his life was he ashamed of his body, just because he was a person with a disability, which in no way affected him physically. In fact, he was all the stronger for it. To have Heahmund, someone so powerful, he had connected himself to through an intimate and rare blood oath pressed against him - felt natural, and for a moment, he felt whole. It was a feeling he'd never given much thought to before, until now, and he felt complete. So then, perhaps Ivar had been fated to meet him, this Heahmund. The gods had made it so, and he would honor them if that were what they wished. He was pulled from these thoughts, though, as he felt two wet fingers press inside of him, and he looked up to see Heahmund grinning wickedly.
"I thought that would bring you back from your reverie," Heahmund told him, and he let out a moan of pleasure as Heahmund's fingers curled his two fingers and managed to find that point inside of the other which would soon cause him to writhe. Wantonly below him, he let out a chuckle. "What were you thinking about, Ivar? You seemed lost in your thoughts, you do that a lot, I have noticed…" he asked the younger, heavily aroused man.
It took Ivar a long moment to reply. knowing that Heahmund was lewdly fingering his ass was distracting, and his hips moved with the other's ministrations inside of him, brushing against that spot that caused him to shiver and seek out more of it in a greedy manner. "I was thinking about how it was fate that had us meet…" he replied, licking his lips, which had become a little dry before reaching down and once more wrapping his hands around Heahmund's angrily aroused cock and glaring up at Heahmund. As much as he was enjoying having Heahmund's foreplay, he wanted more and decided to push Heahmund into giving him that.
Heahmund found Ivar very distracting, especially with how the younger male's body responded to his touch, and if he did wonder for a brief moment if Ivar had been intimate like this before. There was every chance that Ivar was a virgin, but he had a feeling that wasn't the case. Had Ivar slept with others? Such a thought sent an irrational feeling of jealousy through him. Now that he had Ivar, he would not be sharing the other with anyone, and so when Ivar, in a somewhat aroused yet petulant manner, demanded that he give him what he so desperately wanted, he obliged wholly.
"I am growing impatient fuck me already.." he demanded before carrying on, he clearly had more to say. "Do you want me to suck your cock perhaps - or would you prefer my blood as - " once more Ivar was interrupted, But this time by the sight of Heahmund biting into his wrist and lathing his blood onto himself as lubrication before and with no other warning, pushing into Ivar in one deep thrust as neither of them broke eye contact and the room and the air between them suddenly got a lot hotter.
Ivar threw back his head letting out a loud sound of pained pleasure, as his legs were thrown over Heahmund's strong, powerful shoulders and met the deep, thrusts that shook his very being, He was awash with pleasure feeling a thirst to taste Heahmund's blood and with no hesitation he reached up and grabbed Heahmund's wrist and lapped at the excess blood with his tongue, as the wound closed and enjoyed hearing the noises that came from Heahmund.