Threat [Blood +, David X Kai, NC-17]
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kinkfestTitle: Threat
Author: aliana_iskassa
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers for character death before the time skip.
Word Count: 1,581
Summary: It was pathetic that an unbuttoned shirt could make him realize how far David had fallen.
Prompt: June 17th - Blood+, David/Kai: dark passion - Right or wrong, they didn't care
Author's Notes: Sorry for the lateness; a storm knocked out our power. The LJ-cut text comes from "Prayer" by Disturbed. Takes place during the time skip.
The air in the barn was stifling, the blurred lines of sunlight settling across fallen hay like tiger’s stripes. Kai wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist, trudging over to the target, poking his fingers through the holes, the heat from the bullets’ passage scorching his skin.
‘Two bull’s-eyes.’
Not enough. Not good enough to do what he had to. He grunted, pulled his finger out, and turned-
Right into David’s chest.
Instinct screamed, his hand darting toward his gun, but David caught him, callused hand tight around his wrist. He could feel the bones grinding against each other, knew there’d be bruises.
‘Good.’ The vaguely rebellious thought surprised him, saddened him, that he’d become so desperate for contact that even bruises would do. Not that this was the first time.
“Gonna let go of my arm at any point?” he asked, wincing as David blinked pale eyes and pulled away as if he’d been burned, the blood rushing into his hand again. David’s white shirt was blurred gray with sweat, unbuttoned, scarred chest- silver lines like rivers flowing beneath a sparse field of gold hair- exposed in the light, the sloppiness a far cry from the buttoned-up stiffness that he used to know.
It was pathetic that an unbuttoned shirt could make him realize how far David had fallen.
The older man moved past him, straw as golden and broken as David was crunching underfoot, the line of his muscular shoulders limned in gold.
For once, he didn’t smell of alcohol.
Kai sighed, shoved his hands into his hair before pulling his pistol out of its holster and laying it aside on the table. ‘Maybe… he’s getting better.’ The routine thought was bitter with dashed hopes.
“You did good,” David said, deep voice gruff as he turned to Kai, stubble glinting. He looked unshaven and unwashed and uncaring and somehow as handsome as he had ever been. Kai swallowed, shifted from side to side as he watched David’s callused hands, scarred fingers drumming on the top of the target.
“Thanks,” Kai said, stepping to his side, hands in his jeans, shifting as anticipation burned a trail down his spine. He shrugged, staring at the five bullet holes in the target. “Could be better.”
‘Could have saved Riku. Could have…’
But there was no time for regrets: not anymore. David had enough regret for both of them.
“Mm,” David muttered, voice hoarse and scraping as he turned and shoved his knee in between Kai’s legs, fingers curling harshly around his wrists as he swept Kai’s legs out from under him and pushed him to the ground.
Lungs screamed in shock and loss as he hit the hay, David following, hands splayed on either side of Kai’s head. He loomed over him like a shadow against the sun, pupils wide and hair curling against his forehead, shadows spanning the hollows of his throat, his bare chest and bruised eyes. Kai leaned up, caught David’s lower lip between his teeth, tasting blood and whiskey- bitter and salt-iron with hopes that came to nothing- hooking an elbow around the back of David’s neck, sandpaper stubble scratching his chin as their teeth clicked together in a poor imitation of a kiss.
David groaned, low in his chest, the sound rumbling through the air like a prelude to an earthquake, knee pressing hard against Kai, rough denim burning as he bucked into it, gasping. Fire raced through him like the cracks of the Thorn. Kai broke the kiss, bit at David’s neck, tasting sweat. There was a whisper of amusement at that- at the stupid vampire cliché, before he’d gotten too old too fast and found out that the damn things were real, just hidden beneath the scientific name of ‘chiropteran’, and that they weren’t antiheroes and they certainly weren’t sexy- before the fire built again as David’s fingers slid into his hair, curling tight at the base of his neck, and it was Kai’s turn to groan.
Hands moved again, calluses scraping against each other as Kai pulled David’s shirt off and David yanked his wifebeater over his head and threw it into the corner. The hay was scratchy, poked at his back, but it didn’t matter because David was here and they were-
He didn’t know what they were doing, really- he was an orphan and David an alcoholic, and they were years apart and in a war, and Saya was missing and the world was going straight to hell around them; whatever they had certainly wasn’t love, wasn’t even codependency, but it was all they had and right or wrong, they didn’t care.
David lowered his head, teeth sinking-burning into Kai’s chest as his mouth closed around Kai’s nipple. Kai’s hips jerked again, David’s hand busy undoing the snap on his jeans one-handed, zipper ‘ssh’ing down, the sound as familiar and desirable as the feeling of a gun in his hand, the jeans sliding down as he twisted, dug fingers into David’s scalp.
“God-“ the ragged exhalation seared the air as David’s hand spidered its way into his boxers, closed around him, light exploding behind his eyes- when had he closed them?
He opened them, gazed into blue-gray eyes wild and dilated, pupils blown into a sea of black. David’s mouth- he had grown used to seeing it flattened in a frown, loose in a mountain of liquor bottles- curled in a slow smile, and Kai’s heart stopped.
He reached for David’s pants, David’s hand sliding roughly with just the right hint of bruising strength down him, and Kai’s breath whooshed out as he struggled to undo the buttons. Damn things- whoever decided that David’s dress pants required three buttons should be taken out and shot, or fed to Chiropterans.
David laughed, a low rumble reverberating through Kai’s chest. Shit, he’d said that out loud? And why was David laughing at that, anyway, when so many- so many brave, wonderful people had ended up just like Kai said- but he supposed that David was probably only halfway sane now. Being fed to Chiropterans was nothing to laugh about- but in times like these when salvation was found in bullets and Jim Beam, anything that made anybody laugh was more precious than gold.
And finally the damn pants were open, and David twisted his hips obligingly, black cloth giving way to blond curls. Kai’s hand slid into David’s briefs, the older man’s face going gratifyingly slack- a different kind of slack than the bored exhaustion of liquor- as he found his target, like wet silk beneath his hand as he stroked, David making a sound in the back of his throat that scythed its way through Kai like a firestorm.
The rhythm was clumsy, unpracticed- David’s mouth sealed on his jaw, and he could feel the veins straining, knew there’d be a bruise- their hipbones clashing against each other, pain added to the cyclone of lust and guilt and passion. He felt David’s arm lock around his shoulders, pull him close in something like affection.
He’d take what he could get.
“Kai-“ the name was a harsh moan, voice splintering against his skin. Kai buried his face in David’s shoulder, a rough patch of bullet exit wounds beneath his cheek, bit back the scream as the coiled fire in front of his spine decided it’d had enough of being confined and left him in an explosion of lights like muzzle flashes in shadow.
David followed, stiffening, hips spasming one last time, an inarticulate sound- something like a name, like a prayer- unspooling from his lips. They clashed together, collapsed, David’s head lying heavy on Kai’s shoulder. Warmth and exhaustion crowded in on him, the golden lines of light streaming through the cracks in the barn walls, illuminating David like he was some sort of an angel.
Angel. Right. Unless there was an angel of booze- David would qualify for that position, no problem.
He shifted, grimaced as his back protested the hay’s assault, pushed futilely against the older man’s weight. “David?”
David said nothing, remained a tired weight on top of him, his eyes a thin strip of blue beneath half-closed eyelids.
“David, I’m hot and sweaty, the hay’s poking me in the back, and I’d really like to get up and take a shower. So either you’re getting off me voluntarily, or I’m pushing you off so you can experience the joy of hay in your pants.”
“I got the message,” David muttered in an exhausted tone against his shoulder. “Let me have a moment.”
A moment where they could pretend to be normal, could pretend that they were cuddling, that they were lovers or dependents or fuckbuddies or anything other than two people embroiled in a relationship where neither of them knew what it was, or if it was right or wrong. He suspected most people would think it wrong.
But it made him laugh. It made him stop thinking, if only for a little while, about Saya and Haji and Chiropterans and Diva and the battle for an unthinking humanity’s survival-
And that was worth everything.
Author: aliana_iskassa
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers for character death before the time skip.
Word Count: 1,581
Summary: It was pathetic that an unbuttoned shirt could make him realize how far David had fallen.
Prompt: June 17th - Blood+, David/Kai: dark passion - Right or wrong, they didn't care
Author's Notes: Sorry for the lateness; a storm knocked out our power. The LJ-cut text comes from "Prayer" by Disturbed. Takes place during the time skip.
The air in the barn was stifling, the blurred lines of sunlight settling across fallen hay like tiger’s stripes. Kai wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist, trudging over to the target, poking his fingers through the holes, the heat from the bullets’ passage scorching his skin.
‘Two bull’s-eyes.’
Not enough. Not good enough to do what he had to. He grunted, pulled his finger out, and turned-
Right into David’s chest.
Instinct screamed, his hand darting toward his gun, but David caught him, callused hand tight around his wrist. He could feel the bones grinding against each other, knew there’d be bruises.
‘Good.’ The vaguely rebellious thought surprised him, saddened him, that he’d become so desperate for contact that even bruises would do. Not that this was the first time.
“Gonna let go of my arm at any point?” he asked, wincing as David blinked pale eyes and pulled away as if he’d been burned, the blood rushing into his hand again. David’s white shirt was blurred gray with sweat, unbuttoned, scarred chest- silver lines like rivers flowing beneath a sparse field of gold hair- exposed in the light, the sloppiness a far cry from the buttoned-up stiffness that he used to know.
It was pathetic that an unbuttoned shirt could make him realize how far David had fallen.
The older man moved past him, straw as golden and broken as David was crunching underfoot, the line of his muscular shoulders limned in gold.
For once, he didn’t smell of alcohol.
Kai sighed, shoved his hands into his hair before pulling his pistol out of its holster and laying it aside on the table. ‘Maybe… he’s getting better.’ The routine thought was bitter with dashed hopes.
“You did good,” David said, deep voice gruff as he turned to Kai, stubble glinting. He looked unshaven and unwashed and uncaring and somehow as handsome as he had ever been. Kai swallowed, shifted from side to side as he watched David’s callused hands, scarred fingers drumming on the top of the target.
“Thanks,” Kai said, stepping to his side, hands in his jeans, shifting as anticipation burned a trail down his spine. He shrugged, staring at the five bullet holes in the target. “Could be better.”
‘Could have saved Riku. Could have…’
But there was no time for regrets: not anymore. David had enough regret for both of them.
“Mm,” David muttered, voice hoarse and scraping as he turned and shoved his knee in between Kai’s legs, fingers curling harshly around his wrists as he swept Kai’s legs out from under him and pushed him to the ground.
Lungs screamed in shock and loss as he hit the hay, David following, hands splayed on either side of Kai’s head. He loomed over him like a shadow against the sun, pupils wide and hair curling against his forehead, shadows spanning the hollows of his throat, his bare chest and bruised eyes. Kai leaned up, caught David’s lower lip between his teeth, tasting blood and whiskey- bitter and salt-iron with hopes that came to nothing- hooking an elbow around the back of David’s neck, sandpaper stubble scratching his chin as their teeth clicked together in a poor imitation of a kiss.
David groaned, low in his chest, the sound rumbling through the air like a prelude to an earthquake, knee pressing hard against Kai, rough denim burning as he bucked into it, gasping. Fire raced through him like the cracks of the Thorn. Kai broke the kiss, bit at David’s neck, tasting sweat. There was a whisper of amusement at that- at the stupid vampire cliché, before he’d gotten too old too fast and found out that the damn things were real, just hidden beneath the scientific name of ‘chiropteran’, and that they weren’t antiheroes and they certainly weren’t sexy- before the fire built again as David’s fingers slid into his hair, curling tight at the base of his neck, and it was Kai’s turn to groan.
Hands moved again, calluses scraping against each other as Kai pulled David’s shirt off and David yanked his wifebeater over his head and threw it into the corner. The hay was scratchy, poked at his back, but it didn’t matter because David was here and they were-
He didn’t know what they were doing, really- he was an orphan and David an alcoholic, and they were years apart and in a war, and Saya was missing and the world was going straight to hell around them; whatever they had certainly wasn’t love, wasn’t even codependency, but it was all they had and right or wrong, they didn’t care.
David lowered his head, teeth sinking-burning into Kai’s chest as his mouth closed around Kai’s nipple. Kai’s hips jerked again, David’s hand busy undoing the snap on his jeans one-handed, zipper ‘ssh’ing down, the sound as familiar and desirable as the feeling of a gun in his hand, the jeans sliding down as he twisted, dug fingers into David’s scalp.
“God-“ the ragged exhalation seared the air as David’s hand spidered its way into his boxers, closed around him, light exploding behind his eyes- when had he closed them?
He opened them, gazed into blue-gray eyes wild and dilated, pupils blown into a sea of black. David’s mouth- he had grown used to seeing it flattened in a frown, loose in a mountain of liquor bottles- curled in a slow smile, and Kai’s heart stopped.
He reached for David’s pants, David’s hand sliding roughly with just the right hint of bruising strength down him, and Kai’s breath whooshed out as he struggled to undo the buttons. Damn things- whoever decided that David’s dress pants required three buttons should be taken out and shot, or fed to Chiropterans.
David laughed, a low rumble reverberating through Kai’s chest. Shit, he’d said that out loud? And why was David laughing at that, anyway, when so many- so many brave, wonderful people had ended up just like Kai said- but he supposed that David was probably only halfway sane now. Being fed to Chiropterans was nothing to laugh about- but in times like these when salvation was found in bullets and Jim Beam, anything that made anybody laugh was more precious than gold.
And finally the damn pants were open, and David twisted his hips obligingly, black cloth giving way to blond curls. Kai’s hand slid into David’s briefs, the older man’s face going gratifyingly slack- a different kind of slack than the bored exhaustion of liquor- as he found his target, like wet silk beneath his hand as he stroked, David making a sound in the back of his throat that scythed its way through Kai like a firestorm.
The rhythm was clumsy, unpracticed- David’s mouth sealed on his jaw, and he could feel the veins straining, knew there’d be a bruise- their hipbones clashing against each other, pain added to the cyclone of lust and guilt and passion. He felt David’s arm lock around his shoulders, pull him close in something like affection.
He’d take what he could get.
“Kai-“ the name was a harsh moan, voice splintering against his skin. Kai buried his face in David’s shoulder, a rough patch of bullet exit wounds beneath his cheek, bit back the scream as the coiled fire in front of his spine decided it’d had enough of being confined and left him in an explosion of lights like muzzle flashes in shadow.
David followed, stiffening, hips spasming one last time, an inarticulate sound- something like a name, like a prayer- unspooling from his lips. They clashed together, collapsed, David’s head lying heavy on Kai’s shoulder. Warmth and exhaustion crowded in on him, the golden lines of light streaming through the cracks in the barn walls, illuminating David like he was some sort of an angel.
Angel. Right. Unless there was an angel of booze- David would qualify for that position, no problem.
He shifted, grimaced as his back protested the hay’s assault, pushed futilely against the older man’s weight. “David?”
David said nothing, remained a tired weight on top of him, his eyes a thin strip of blue beneath half-closed eyelids.
“David, I’m hot and sweaty, the hay’s poking me in the back, and I’d really like to get up and take a shower. So either you’re getting off me voluntarily, or I’m pushing you off so you can experience the joy of hay in your pants.”
“I got the message,” David muttered in an exhausted tone against his shoulder. “Let me have a moment.”
A moment where they could pretend to be normal, could pretend that they were cuddling, that they were lovers or dependents or fuckbuddies or anything other than two people embroiled in a relationship where neither of them knew what it was, or if it was right or wrong. He suspected most people would think it wrong.
But it made him laugh. It made him stop thinking, if only for a little while, about Saya and Haji and Chiropterans and Diva and the battle for an unthinking humanity’s survival-
And that was worth everything.
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