Meanwhile, in A01...

Bradley

"Fuck, Nal..." I murmured, my Drow companion's breathing labored and heavy as I took my time penetrating him. Nalfain hisses under his breath, head lolling forward as he takes my cock like a good boy. "You're so fucking tight" I grit out, and he chuckled softly, raising his face to throw a dirty little smirk over his shoulder. "I'm the best you'll ever have, vampire."

"Arrogant little prick," I muttered, unable to refute the truth of his statement. He sucks in sharply as I push the rest of my length into him—god I love the way he looks right now. So vulnerable.

His soft lips were now swollen from my kisses, each parted in pain and pleasure; his ruby eyes now hazy, full of lust and desire...

"-What?" He growled in between breaths, a low moan escaping his fuckable mouth. I couldn't help but smile to myself, because despite the feigned anger in his voice, Nal's expression and glaring arousal truly betray him. He loves this just as much as I do.

"Nothing..." I smirked, leaning over his frame until my chest was pressed against the warm skin of his back, arms on either side of his head. My voice lowered to a murmur as I ran my mouth across his neck, "you're so fucking beautiful, you know."

A soft moan escaped him as my fangs sank into flesh. The scent and taste of his blood is euphoric, and the sensation of his tight ass lulls me into true, unadulterated bliss. Honestly, nothing can beat this high. Breathy moans of pleasure emanate from his lips as fuck him slow, and deep. "Just like that—don't stop" he gasped. Fuck, every movement so needy and desperate as he grinds himself on my cock, and I let a hand wander down between his legs to cup his balls as he strokes himself.

Nal's blood is so sweet, his body perfection. I mean, hell, just the way he looks right now! He's just...beautiful. It wasn't long before I realized I needed to force myself to stop drinking. As much as I wouldn't mind killing this Drow, I can't seem to stop fucking or feeding off him either. Nal has become more than a necessity at this point, he's become a downright need, and that scares me.

Nalfain drops his head forward with exhaustion, his shaggy, silky mane spilling across the sheets like liquid silver. My eyes ran over his body in appreciation—the way it moves so fluid and graceful as he keeps fucking himself with my cock, moaning and cursing under his breath as he gets close. The way every muscle on him tenses and strains as he grinds against me; his lean, muscular ass flexing every time I penetrate him. I soon found myself fighting the urge to cum every time he moved, every time he moaned or tensed around me, every time I got a taste of his life-force. He's just too much.

"You're so...Incredibly...deceptively...beautiful."

I hummed darkly, each word spilling out of my mouth in cadence of the rhythm in which I pounded him.

"I know," he purrs, bloodied hands snaking up to grip the sheets, and leaving a crimson trail behind. With a low, ragged moan he pushes himself onto his knees into doggy, dropping his head down onto the mattress "harder—" he begged, and I obliged, each thrust harder than the last, fucking my cock deep into that tight hole. Drow elves may be homicidal sociopaths, but hells, I've never had a better fuck than with this creature.

Sensation of his hole around me is overwhelming, and I simply can't get enough. "Such a good boy" I purred, loving the sight in front of me. His perfect obsidion body draped across the sheets. The monster himself on his knees, being fucked and used by me. This creature only lets me and me alone fuck him, taste him...drink him. He craves me just as much as I crave him, though neither of us enjoy admitting it to one another. At this point it even pains me to inwardly admit that I'd loathe a separation from him.

He's like a drug, my drug, and I'd say we've developed a frightening codependency with one another.

Nal moans a few Drow curse into the mattress, clawing at the sheets as spank him.

"Filthy whore" I taunt, enjoying the flash of rage across the otherwise desperate, aroused expression on his face.

"Go fuck yourself, vampire!" He growls, stifling another moan.

"Aw, down, boy." I chide darkly, and lacing my fingers into his silver hair, I force his head down onto the mattress again, enjoying the pleasure-filled sounds it elicits in the process. I've slowed my rhythm, slow and deep again as he likes it best, peppering his obsidian body with little love bites as I work my way back up to his neck. "Turn over," I order, pulling out completely. Nal winces at the loss of me in his ass, giving me a dirty side-eye as he complies.

How strange, I fully expected him to argue...

Nalfain

I loathe when Bradley orders me around, yet I find myself more aroused and desperate for his cock than ever. It's a strange feeling I am fighting to accept.

His blackened eyes follow my movements with amusement and satisfaction, a look of dark approval flashing across his lips as I comply and roll to my back. I was so close, but he interrupted me, the cold bastard.

"I should be angry with you, you know..." Bradley let out a thoughtful sigh, running his black voids over my body. His pale form is striking against the dimness of the room, only the violet glow of my faerie fire to illuminate the space. Bradley's body is tall and powerful; pure lean muscle against cold, pale skin. In lowlight my eyes can even see some of the dead veins running beneath his flesh—their color an eerie blackish color, yet he is so strikingly beautiful.

We are both beautiful, I suppose...

Beautiful monsters.

A smirk crawls across my mouth, but I do not respond to his comment. My cock aches for release, my breathing labored and desperate.

"In fact, I was angry. Furious, even. I should have torn off your head and eaten your heart, Elf." Bradley continues, his cool hand brushing past my mouth. Undeniable anticipation fills me as he then runs his thumb across my lips.

"...and?" I grin wickedly, sucking in sharply as he lets his finger tips wander down body—tracing every part of me, every scar...

"...and the heart you fed me was delicious."

A low growl emanates from deep in his throat as his gaze flits to the night stand where my little trophy sits. "Human head's don't really do it for me," Bradley sighs, "in fact, I feel badly for the poor fellow. But you...you're a special kind of nightmare I've come to enjoy the taste of. So tell me, Drow. What shall I do with you?" He taps me on the nose with a frown.

"Fuck me?" I respond with a smirk.

Bradley chuckles and runs his tongue across his lips, my blood all over his mouth, and the sight makes me even harder. He doesn't look away, those unblinking voids lingering uncomfortably on my face. Truly, it sometimes feels as if the longer Bradley stares at me, the more of my black soul he consumes, and lately it has begun to feel as if the line where I end and Bradley begins is becoming blurred, and I know not what to think of it.

"Get on with it you bastard," I spit, need overwhelming.

Bradley laughs.

"Say please, dark one." His finger tips brush across my erection, causing me to buck my hips and moan.

I loathe begging, but I suppose that right now I loathe being edged even more.

"Touch me, please." I breathe out, draping a hand over my eyes in an attempt to soothe the brewing rage in me. The sound of a wicked chuckle leaving Bradley makes my cock leak with anticipation, and by and by I've the heavy desire to slit his throat for the second time this morning.

"I'll do with this," he murmurs, gesturing to my body with a cold, lifeless hand. Bloodied fangs glinting against the darkness, "...as I please."

I hate him.

"Now Nalfain, when I tap your mouth in a bit, I'll expect it to open," he states simply, and I watch with anticipation as he spits on my ass, the pressure of his cock against my entrance makes me hiss.

I love this.

He eases himself into me slowly, running his lips across my chest while he works my cock with his hand, and grips me by the balls. A pained groan escapes me, and Bradley just smirks, humming to himself as he begins fucking me again, slow and deep. The sensation of it all fucks with my mind, with my body—all I know is how badly I want this, no...need this. It's a painful realization that the vampire has become my favorite drug, but this he can never know, and I am glad he cannot read minds.

"Fuck yes..." I moan, "so fucking big..." his cock hitting my prostate, my body teetering on the edge of orgasm. Bradley just exhales a smug chuckle, because he knows what my body wants, more than any partner I've ever had, and it causes me to feel vulnerable.

I hate that about him...

I hate him.

"Mine.." He grits out, fucking me harder and deeper, his thrusts drenched in his own carnal need, "only mine..."

Mine.

I grip the sheets, back arching as my cock flexes in orgasm, cum spilling onto my stomach and Bradley's hand. He growls and thrusts once more before he too is taken by wave of orgasm, his seed spilling inside me, and...I like it. We linger there in the aftermath of our high, the smell of blood, lust, and death hanging in the air. Bradley regains control of himself quicker than I, and without missing a beat, I watch in satisfaction as he licks up my cum.

Fuck.

Shaky, labored breaths leave me as he looks at me, gaze laden an unfamiliar need. Bradley taps my cheek, and I open my mouth ever so slightly. He smirks, and uses his thumb to open it wider, and so I comply until my tongue is exposed.

Bradley huffs in approval and spits my own cum onto my tongue. "Swallow," he orders. I blink sheepishly at him, somewhat surprised by how much this rather unusual and gross act has aroused me, so I comply. I had yet to swallow my own cum until now...

"Good boy," he says, the words no more than a murmur as his lips brush against my own. A cool hand wraps itself around my jaw, and he takes me into a deep kiss—his other hand running itself over the bite marks on my neck tenderly. The feelings in me this action elicits...lust, rage, need, confusion.

I hate him.

I should shove him away, yet I do not. Instead my hands find themselves wrapped around his neck, his hard cock slowly going soft inside me as we kiss...has my slaying of the human brought us closer? I know not.

"Stay inside me just a bit longer, vampire."

Bradley chuckles and ends the kiss, voids running over my face "sure..."

We stare at one another, silence overwhelming us.

"Nalfain.."

"Yes, vampire?"

"What should we uh, do with the head?" Bradley asks, glancing over at my trophy briefly before pressing one last soft kiss to my mouth, before pulling out. The tenderness of the kiss somewhat unexpected. I sigh, running my hand through his soft, fair hair. "I know not. Perhaps I could feed it to a denizen of the lower planes?"

"Absolutely not!" Bradley laughs, rolling off of me onto his side. "Something that doesn't involve conjuring, Elf."

I roll my eyes and wave him off, staring at the head thoughtfully. "Perhaps I could use a spell to disintegrate it." Bradley props himself up on one arm, and nods "that would be prudent, yes."

"Fine. But I should have liked to have kept it a while longer, you know..."

"Again, absolutely not. That's gross serial killer behavior, Nal." He cuts in, wrinkling his nose up with distaste.

"What is a serial killer?" I ask, turning to my side to face him.

"Something I don't have the bandwidth to explain at the moment. We'll watch some True Crime tonight, and I'll explain it then." He shrugs, unblinking orbs centered on my face.

"Fine," I say, feeling discreetly for the dagger I hid under this pillow earlier. Bradley smiles a bit at my response, gaze shifting behind me to the head again. "We should've bagged it or something while we fucked...I don't like the way he's staring at me."

I exhale a wicked laugh, "hah! The creature deserved it, vampire."

"What'd he do anyway?" Bradley asks, his intense gaze upon me yet again. He can be overwhelming, just the way he looks at a person...

"He tried to touch me."

"...touch you. Elaborate?" Bradley raises a brow.

I roll my eyes and grimace, "the human male said I was pretty, he insisted on attempts at touching me...I did not like it. It made me angry."

Bradley hums in thought, "so basically, he was a rapey asshole..."

"Yes," I respond flatly.

"Guess I can understand why you snapped, Nal." Bradley says with a sigh, gaze leaving me as he rolls onto his back. My fingers have been toying with the dagger now for a tic or so, they ache to use it. "Let's just hope this doesn't make it back to us, we're gonna have to lay low—no more shopping trips together. I won't be surprised if they pull me in for an interview since I was in the store yesterday, but it's nothing I can't manipulate my way out of—these dudes are my co-workers." he adds. "Anyway...anybody see you...ya know, off him?"

"No, for I lured him behind the vehicle, and used magic."

"Oh? What type of spell?"

"One which blinds passersby from activities you wish to remain...unseen." A smirk returns to my face as I grip the pommel of my dagger.

"Clever little bastard," Bradley chuckles, resting a hand up by his head, the other across his toned stomach. I watch as his eyes flutter shut with contentment; he always relaxes after we fuck.

"Yes...it was very clever Bradley," I purr, wicked delight flooding me at the feel of my blade piercing the soft flesh of his throat.

I am very clever, indeed...