#vampire!gabriel

The cool air suddenly rushing between his cheeks and over his overly sensitive hole has him gasp. He closes his eyes. He had not dared touch himself back there during his awkward try to jerk off. He does not know whether he regrets his hesitation now because Gabriel touching his hole is so delicious and overwhelming, it sends his body into yet another hot spiral of sensation just from having him tickle his hole and croon at him about how glad he is that Jack decided to become his.

“I will worship the ground you walk upon,” Gabriel whispers. “I will find every little inch of your body that makes you sing and let you have the most intense pleasure that I can give you every single day.”

The hand vanishes from the back of Jack’s neck. He feels a kiss brushed against the small of his back, then the very point of his tailbone which has his spine go rigid, a breath stuck in his throat.

“I will have you sing for me tonight.”

Before Jack can really register the words, Gabriel is already licking him. His tongue is as hot as the coals that have filled up Jack’s body since drinking the Vampire’s blood. Hot and wet and writhing against his rim, trying oh-so-sweet to push into his body.

Jack whines like a dog through his clenched teeth. He is double fisting the fine bedsheets beneath him, both trying to angle his ass back into the infernal licking sensation as well as push away from it.

Gabriel just easily goes with his every movement. He presses so close, Jack can feel his sharp fangs gently pushing into his skin without breaking it. His heart is racing in his chest. He can still taste Gabriel’s blood on his tongue. The blood of a Vampire.

He keeps pushing against his teeth with his tongue, half waiting for his body to change after all, but Gabriel must have told him the truth. He remains human.

What would he have done if there hadn’t been such an option? What would have happened if he could only have had Gabriel if he had accepted the loss of his own humanity?

To his endless shame, Jack would never really be able to tell for certain. His pride tells him he would have never agreed with a monster, but his belly, feeling hot and oddly swollen after the taste of the Vampire blood, tells him differently.

Gabriel’s tongue pushes inside him again. It is shocking that he would even consider putting his mouth… there, let alone his tongue. It is deep and intrusive. Jack presses his hot face against his bicep, eyes clenched shut. He tries not to make a sound but they just keep spilling out of him; low, catty whines that he hadn’t known he was capable of making.

They’re nothing compared to the sounds he makes when Gabriel stops tongue fucking him and instead pushes over his back to let him feel the hot length of his cock for the first time.

Jack is not prepared for the sensation of the insistent poke against the back of his thigh. His eyes fly open, mouth hanging loose in an open, slutty ‘o’ of surprise. He turns his head and stares at Gabriel over his shoulder, something accusatory in his gaze. He is weirdly confused that the other would have a cock.

Maybe that confusion is visible because there’s a smile on Gabriel’s handsome features again; a bit too broad and sharp. Predatory. His eyes are wide and all but glowing as he curls his hips and lets his erection slide against the sensitive inside of one of Jack’s thighs.

He shudders. It’s like all his nerve endings are now directly wired to his cock. Wherever Gabriel touches him, Jack can feel it in his throbbing, overheating dick. His hole is wet and clenches nervously now that it’s no longer getting tongue fucked.

“Your eyes, my Jack,” Gabriel whispers. “Let me look into your eyes while I make love to you. Let me see the sky on a bright, sunny day while I push into your very core and make you mine.”

Jack doesn’t know what to say to that. Gabriel doesn’t seem to expect him to say anything; instead he helps him turn around until he’s lying on his back, his cock arcing into the air, a worryingly dark shade of desperate red.

Gabriel ranges over him like a dark angel. He has lost his robe somewhere. Jack can only stare at his naked body. His fingertips are prickling.

While he just looks, Gabriel hooks his muscular arms beneath his knees and lifts them, opening Jack’s thighs up for whatever he wishes to do to him.

True to his word, he shuffles closer, his cock bouncing briefly in and out of sight before he lets it nose against the wet hole he prepared for himself.

He isn’t stretched nearly enough for the fat intrusion, but his body still just… takes it. It opens up for Gabriel as if it had done it a million times already; capitulating to the insane pressure, muscles going soft and submissive for him.

Jack’s mouth opens wider. He half expects a cry of alarm to rip out of him but instead he moans like a harlot. His insides are filled with cock for the first time in his life. He wonders how it could have never occurred to him that women might simply not be his cup of tea. All those years… wasted because he didn’t spread his legs for men.

Though it seems like nobody could have been like this.

Gabriel is completely in charge of himself. Of Jack. Of the situation. His eyes never leave his. True to his word, he seems completely lost just looking into Jack’s eyes as he rocks his hips into him, spearing him on cock.

His insides cling to the fat shaft like wet silk. As he drags back out for another thrust, it feels like Jack’s insides will be pulled to the outside. He scrabbles for Gabriel, touching his bare skin for the first time.

It’s a shock to the system; even more so than the fat cock reaming him. Jack doesn’t know how that is possible. He just lies there, his hands all but glued to the strong, round shoulders of the Vampire; staring at him as Gabriel stares back…

And just like that, Jack comes.

…

His cock is pulsating; thick, fever hot ribbons of cum splash against his stomach. They seem too fat and heavy to really travel far. The sensation is so intense, it is skirting on painful.

How long has he been waiting for this very moment? How many times has Gabriel brought him to the very edge just to deny him? His legs spasm but they’re in a nice, secure grip. His insides spasm as well but from the low grunting sounds he hears, that might feel rather spectacular on his Lord’s cock.

It’s not quite sunken in yet that from this day on, Jack will be able to have this each and every day… when he is not out fighting monsters, that is.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s neck and pulls him down into a tight, slightly choking hug. It’s nowhere near as elegant as what the Vampire is used to doing… but he goes with it anyway, letting Jack do what he wants.

He radiates satisfaction, only feeding into the warm, prickling sensations Jack feels.

They are all searching for something. They are frantic. It’s something important.  

“She’s still not home.” A distant voice seems a little familiar. There’s urgency in the tone. “They’ve been searching. She did not go to the designated location to be picked up.”  

“It’s late,” Another voice tries to be calming. The feeling of being jostled in a carriage is multiplied. It’s like the world is vibrating. “You have to sleep.”  

“No.” The weight of the word carries a thousand tons of bricks into the room. There is not a word.  

The wolves are sinking into the ground as if they are moles. The sun is chasing them. It’s bright.  

“Wake up.”  

You are startled from your sleep in a horribly awkward position on the floor. Your lungs feel horrible. It must be from the dust. You glanced up to see the cowboy without the hat. “I had the weirdest dream.”  

“Well, you had to have because you slept through the loudest ruckus ever.” He helped you to your feet before peeking out the window of the cabin. “Sounded like the whole dam forest was awake. The crickets, the wolves, the hills. Everything was alive.”  

You brushed the debris off your body. “The wolves?”

He nodded, glancing back to you before leaning against the wall. He lit a thick cigar, the ember glowing orange. “Howling, screaming their midnight song. It was horrible. I have wondered about you with how you slept like that. Damn near like the dead. But you ain’t no bloodsucker. Not yet.”  

“Not yet?” You moved closed to him, avoiding any of the leftover furniture in the rundown cabin. “You so sure I’ll become a vampire.”  

McCree snickered. “You don’t see the way he looks at you and visa Versa. The two of you…peas in a pod. You’ll become one. When it comes down to it, I don’t think you’ll be able to take your last breath with confidence that there is nothing on this earth left for you.”  

You crossed your arms in front of you. “So confident in your answer.” You mumbled, glancing to where the sun was sprinkling in.  

You could feel his eyes on you. “In another life, I think we could have been something. But I’m too caught up in my own head to stop and fall for a pretty girl. You met the old graveyard boy at just the right time.”  

You laughed and covered your mouth quickly. “You speak so boldly, Jesse.” You caught his gaze as your cheeks moved with a spreading smile.  

“I think I’m right there!” He shook his cigar like a pointed finger. “I care for ya and you do me. We gonna be old friends, you and me. I know it.” He patted the front of his shirt. “Another life, it could have been. That’s why I’m fine with what you’re wanting to do. It’s okay when it’s time to say goodbye to your mortality. I don’t wanna be the bad guy no more.”  

“You don’t have to be.” You moved forward and gripped the arm that didn’t have the cigar. “You’ll be new hope, something different! A monster hunter but for only the bad ones.”  

“Because there are two sides to everything.” He grinned at you and patted the grip you had on him. “Let’s get you home now. Your fella gonna have me killed if I don’t get your home tonight.”  

“I would fight if he tried. You’re nothing but a good soul, Jesse McCree.”  

The cowboy gave you a look before putting his hand on. “I’m a good soul with the fastest trigger this world’s ever seen.”  

“You’re going to have to be if the supernatural gets any faster.” The sun beamed in the sky as two of you left the barely-there building.  

“We are going to have walk all of this.” He motioned to the land. “My horse is probably long gone where we were.”  

“That’s fine. Nothing a little walking ever hurt.” The hours ticked by. The sun had been high in the sky but by the time you got where you should have been in the first place, it was creeping dangerously low. “I don’t know about this.” You cracked a twig beneath your boot as an empty field filled your view for as far as you could see. “This is where they said.”  

“I followed the instructions you told me about the letter.” Jesse waved his hand at the empty land. “This is where it should be.”  

“They didn’t tell me it was a field. Honestly, they didn’t say anything. The vampires at the castle…I’m not sure they like me.”  

“You have to understand,” Jesse started as he walked further into the opening, “that is a walking meal. It would be a bit strenuous to be around you if my main meal base was you.”  

You made a surprised sound. “I never thought about it like that.”  

“That’s why ya need me in your life. I’m an eye-opener.” He grinned at you before stopping to fully turn back to face you.

You stopped to look at him. “What’s wrong?”  

“I just got a chill down my spine.” He wiggled in the spot he was in before really looking back at the way the two of you came.  

“You think it’s Ashe? Could she have followed us?” You stared ahead as a moving object seemed to be creeping this way. “I think that’s a carriage off in the distance.”  

Jesse turned but only for a half a second before he turned back to the woods. “I don’t think it could be Ashe. She’d have to be dam near psychic to have guessed where we were going since she couldn’t move in the sun.”  

“What about backup?” You asked as the carriage came closer into view. “Oh, I know who that is.” You high stepped in the direction of where the horses were coming from when the carriage slowed a stop. A fully covered Gabriel stepped from the depths of the blacked-out carriage as the sun was sitting on the horizon. “You better be careful!” You walked closer. “The sun is still out.”  

“Backup?” Jesse mumbled to himself, “It would have to be Van. She’s the only one she really trusts...”

“The heat of the sun cannot compare to the rage that stirs inside my belly.” He spoke softly before reaching for you.  

You could hear Jesse behind you as your hand reached for Gabriel. Just as he pulled you close, the softest of pangs filled the air. It was a sound you were unfamiliar with but from the men around you, they jumped to action.  

The world was slipping. “Gabriel?” You called out. You stepped back away from his grip to see blood blossoming from his shirt. His face was filled with a thousand horrors. “You’re bleeding.”  

His fangs were exposed. “No…I’m not.”

The sounds of bullets were long gone by then. You could only hear the river water rushing by as you sat along the creek. There was a nervousness bubbling inside of your stomach.

You could hear movement just barely above the sound of water. You turned to look back, seeing a figure. If it wasn’t McCree, your fate was sealed anyway.

“Hello!” You called out, looking at the figure in the dark.

They seemed to freeze, unaware of your presence in the first place. Their body contorted to odd shapes before they sat on the ground. Their head tilted to the sky to sing to the moon as the loudest howl you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Get going!” A gruff, southern accent hugged out before a bullet hit the ground near the figure.

The creature snapped its jaws in the direction of the cowboy shaped silhouette that was emerging from the woods before darting off to some unknown direction.

“What kind of young lady sits in the dark and greets whatever emerges from the woods?”

A nervous laugh escaped. “What kind of man doesn’t say anything back?”

“I just got here after lycan.” The cowboy came closer so he was more recognizable in the dark. “What if that had been something dangerous?”

“What if it had?” You showed him your bare hands. “I have nothing to protect myself. I did not think this would end up in a shoot out. I would have just had to accept my fate.”

“You gotta soft belly.” He gave you his hand. “Whatcha gunna do when that vampire wants to make you his forever bride?”

You pulled yourself up with his help. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m just not sure if I would like the thought of being…forever.”

“Me either.” McCree looked you in the eye. “But there’s something tempting about it, ain’t there? Some wild power.”

“So you’ve thought about it? Being a vampire?”

He bellowed a laugh out and started walking. “Not a vampire. There are other things that would catch my eye.”

“Like what?”

His hand pointed back to where the creature ran to. “Like a cousin to that thing.”

“Oh, really?”

“I’d still be breathing.” He beat a hand against his chest. “I’d still be beating. But I sure would be running hot. Like one of those steam trains. I’d be one hell of a machine.”

“What are those called?”

“It would be a werewolf.” McCree turned to you and raised his hands above his head, showing his teeth. “I’d be a big ole boy with claws and teeth. Like a big bear. Tall! A powerhouse. Now that sure would be something.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad. What’s the downside?”

“You’re more animal than man. A little too wild, too unpredictable. You’re a roulette wheel of problems.”

“So, no blood-drinking?”

He shook his head. “Not for this creature. “

“It’s weird to think about things like this. Like any issue I could have, I could just find some sort of creature and be like hey! I want to be like you. It would fix it.”

“Technically, yes.” He sighed. “But what’s the cost?”

“Well, if our plan worked, nothing. As long as you stayed a productive member of society, you’d be fine.”

Jesse laughed beside you. “You sure want this to work out, don’t ya?”

“Think of the lives that it could save. The families it could bring back together.” You looked at him. “It opens the possibilities.”

“If people will listen. People like to be stupid. It’s easier to not know.”

“But we need to grow.”

The comfortable companion of silence entered the conversation. The two of you seemed to be lost to ideas swirling in your mind. The walk took a while but you eventually seemed to make it to a run down cabin that has seen its better days.

“Tonight’s hotel.” He gestured. “I found it a few days ago before you contacted me.”

“I had hoped my carriage driver would be able to find you safely.” You commented. “It was too dangerous for me to return to town.”

“I’m sorry about that too.” He yanked on the old wooden door of the cabin and freed it from where it settled. “I was originally there by myself. Ashe came to start a fight.”

“The pale woman?”

“Yeah. She’s the one that was shooting, both earlier and that day.”

“What’s her story?” You entered the one-room cabin to be greeted with dusty and a hole filled ceiling. You looked around the dark place to see what had been left behind.

“Long story short, I knew her from my criminals days. Nothing had changed until I found her again when I was a hunter. There had been word in her territory that a young vampire was aimlessly killing. I want to investigate. An old vampire had turned her and left her with no knowledge. She was at the point of starvation because she didn’t understand. I helped her when I could. Basically, she hates what she has become. She chooses this life to hopefully find the man that originally turned her.”

“I could understand that. But why everyone else?”

You lazily glanced over his way, still recovering both mentally and physically from the days past. “You have all the time in the world to explain.”  

“But you do not.” Gabriel Reyes leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together. “Time is valuable.”  

“Hardly.” You softly whispered and glanced back out the window to see the gloomy fog rolling with the wind.  

He said silently for a moment. It was hard knowledge to swallow. You sat next to a man that could never die. The hunters thought he was the devil incarnate. He was a beast, a nightmare, and a godless heathen. He was doom everywhere he went. The angel of death that would swallow the world in his own evil.  

To you, you had mixed feelings. You had fallen for him. There was a softness in your heart from the moments that you had with him that had not been tainted. On the other side of these memories, there is blood. A woman who you guess now had not been so mortal was dead. Her husband had been tortured and decided to take his life. Miss Holly had abandoned you. Jesse McCree had left you looking like a murderer.  

And Mr. Helsing?  

“Is he alive?” You asked, “My boss. Is he alive? The last time I saw him was when he was with you. I feel like I saw him sign his death certificate when he pulled the trigger at you.”  

There was a small laugh but he quickly swallowed it. “If I was a lucky man, he would be dead. But that man and I have been in an unbreakable dance since we first met. When one of us thinks the other is dead, we are not. So I feel safe to say even though the town we just left was halfway burnt to the ground and somewhere beneath all the rubble lay an old man, he still breathes.”  

“Why such mayhem? Such chaos?”  

“It follows us. It’s better where I live, where I call home. He’s never tried to take the fight there. It’s different. But when I leave home and travel, that is where the fighting begins.”  

“Can you two not talk? Is there no way to discuss things and be civil?” You looked his way with sadness in your voice. “Is this what my life is doomed to be?”  

“We are set in our ways. He wishes to end people like me. He does not understand that like humans, that we can be good and bad. Nothing is one way or the other. But your life? My dear, your life is just starting. Your eyes will be wide open for the first time in your life. You will find such wonders here.”  

“Will I become like you?” Your hand instinctively went to your throat. “Will I be like Dracula?”  

The red in his eyes bled over the brown. “If you want.”  

“What does that entail?”  

“Many things. You would have to drink blood like all vampires do but if you are a direct sire of mine, a great power will come.”  

“So like you showing up unexpectedly? Like you using some sort of magic on my mind? Being there in person but not really physically?”  

He nodded and sat back up in his chair to get more adjusted. “I…pricked your lip when we kissed that first time. A little of your blood inside me opens up the possibilities of me having more control over you but I also gave you a small drop of my own blood. It leaves us more connected but without the process of the undead.”  

“I did not consent to that. You never asked.”  

Gabriel looked perplexed. “What was I supposed to say? That goddamn monster hunter was lurking over you like a slab of meat. Was I to say ‘Hello? I am Vladimir and a vampire. Do you wish to start the blood pact?’ You’d thought me a mad man!”  

“I still do!” You shook your hands at him as if to wave him away. “It’s so hard to grasp. There is so much!”  

“I’m sorry for the grievance that we’ve all caused..”  

You wrinkled your nose. “Are you or is this another day for you?”  

A small smile crawled across his face. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”  

“I don’t think I would, Mr. Reyes. I’m quite far removed from social norms and have decided at this moment that I no longer care.” You moved forward in your seat to directly look at him. “I can no longer change the past. I have just the future to hold within my hands. I want no more lies. I want no more secrets. There shall be nothing between us but respect and honesty or there will be nothing. Do you understand?”  

“As clearly as I have ever understood anything else in my life.” He reached forehead and took your hands within his. “Only honestly and respect.”  

You nodded as it seemed to be the start of a steady foundation. “Where are we doing?”  

From the state of your cell with its barely cushioned four walls and horribly stained floors, it did not end the way you had wanted.

You were perfectly coherent.

Well, you were.

You had broken down since you were in here. Several times left you on the floor, gasping for air and sobbing. Maybe you were insane. Maybe this was perfectly acceptable.

You sat on the floor when your jacket gently keeping your arms in place. You hadn’t meant to fight the men. What else was left here?

You let out a laugh and looked at a wall. What led you here?

Nosiness. You should have kept your head down. You should have kept your nose out of things.

With a forehead pressed against the softness of your wall, you stayed quiet for a while listening to the screaming of the other patients. If the news of the underworld wasn’t found to make you mad, the rest of the people here world.

There was a moment where you didn’t realize you were asleep. The exhaustion of the evening had completely wiped you out. You awoke to the sound of your door opening.

“Wake up, wake up.” A familiar voice whispered.

You opened your weak gaze to meet darkness. It was familiar darkness. “I did not realize it was you until just now.” You murmured. “But now it all comes back as if a spell was broken. I remember everything accurately.”

There was a quick apology whispered in a thousand voices. “We must go.”

“You aren’t really here.” You stared into the darkness.

“No, but I am waiting.”

You pulled yourself from the sleeping position, every bone in your body cracking. You shuffle onto your feet and wobble towards the exit. The dark hallways that have grown more sinister as the night grew came to greet you like an old friend.

“I’m so tired.” You murmured, leaning against the hallway wall. “I can’t go much further…” You stared down to the way that you had been dragged through. A vision of the vampire himself stared back at you. He was ever looming in the darkness like a nightmare.

You pressed your forehead against the cool concrete wall. “A little further.” He whispered, his red eyes glowing.

“I can’t.” You gasped for air. “What if this is not real? Everything that has happened cannot be real. Can it?” You glanced to his form out of the corner of your eye. “You cannot be real.”

“Come outside and I will show you. I will tell you everything. I will make you feel better.”

“You will dam me.” You slowed moved down the hallway. “You will send my soul to hell.”

“I would never.” He whispered into your ear. “You will never see hell.”

You jumped away from a patient that was viciously shaking their cell door. “You are the devil in the flesh.”

“I am not a plague on humanity.”

“There is death in your wake.” You stumbled and rested against the wall. You were so close to Gabriel now.

“There is death in yours as well. It is just a little part of life.”

“What do you mean?”

His form motioned to the walls of the sanitarium. “You aren’t just here because of you told your maid about the evil that lurks beneath.”

You yelled. “Then why?! Am I not mad too?” The patients in every cell started to cause a commotion.

“Because an old woman was shot in a street with a gun that belongs to your father. This same woman was seen entering and leaving your estate.”

Your lower lip quivered for a moment as the brutal memory resurfaced. The fresh trauma of it all shook you to the bone. You stumbled forward, falling through his image and into an exiting hallway. “But I didn’t kill her. Jesse did. He did that. I saw that!”

A growl ripped through the air. “You think that monster hunter actually cares for human life. He’s just a rotten egg that likes to kill but needs a reason to justify it. That boy was running with bad men like me before I even found him. It’s all for one out there. He’s not like Van Helsing.”

You chased after the voice now, following open doors and exit signs. “They’ll kill me for murder.”

“Worse.” He whispered. “They’ll give you a lobotomy.”

“A barely living husk.” You gasped. You started maneuvering through doorways and halls. “What do I do?”

“Escape.”

You burst out into the open world and collapsed onto the wet, dewy ground. It would be dawn soon. You pressed your forehead against the earth as a feeling of being lost seemed overwhelming. A strong hand touched your back gently and you didn’t even more. You knew who it was.

The jacket came off. The slip of your patient dress was too thin to be out here. You shivered until he pulled you close to his body. There was no heat there to welcome you but strong arms were a comfort.

A quiet sob shook your body but you didn’t want the tears to follow. You just hung your head low in a quiet defeat. He held onto you for a while to let you ride out your emotions.

“I can’t go back home.” You finally said, wiggled in his grasp to turn and face him.

“You can’t,” Gabriel whispered, brushing your hair out of your face and wiping things off your cheeks.

“What do I do?” You sniffled, staring at the redness in his eyes.

There was a soft look in his eyes.”I will take care of you. Always.”

“You started our relationship off with lies.”

“What was I suppose to do, sweetheart?” Gabriel made a small laugh. “Hi, My name is Gabriel but a very long time ago I was born as Vladimir. I’m also a vampire.”

The sound of his laugh made a giggle bubble up inside you. “Oh, I don’t know.”

“Please come with me.” He whispered with all the seriousness in the world.