Trinity

Disclaimer: What, I still don’t own Hannibal King, Mr. Goyer and Marvel? I thought we had an agreement! That makes me angry enough to write exactly one more chapter to this story after this chapter, thereby giving it closure! That’s how mad I am!

Hannibal King, who had been tormented as a child with countless lame Star Wars jokes and had hated his parents, was sucking voraciously on his partner’s throbbing clit and wondering how his shitty excuse for a life had just become so great. He didn’t exactly know why Abigail had suddenly decided to jump his fractured bones, but he would be the idiot Blade thought he was if he didn’t do his best to keep her from regretting it. As he listened to her barely restrained moans, he pulled back a bit and began signing letters against the puffy folds of her labia once more. If there was one good thing that could be said about his relationship with Danica, it was that she had all but burned the knowledge of how to give a woman a fucking fantastic tongue bath. It had come usually at the expense of a sprained jaw, which he hadn’t even known was possible before her, but as a young vampire he had at least healed fast.

Hopefully Abigail, though stronger than most people that King had ever met, wouldn’t have a female vampire’s stamina. Danica had considered any night without multiple multiple orgasms to be a wasted night. Of course he hadn’t been allowed to come without her express permission, no matter how many times he’d brought her off. That was number one on his list of reasons why Danica was a selfish cunt.

Number two had been that she hadn’t allowed him to touch himself even when he was chained down between her legs during one of those exhaustive sessions. Thinking on that King glanced up at Abigail’s gorgeous flushed face and let the hand that wasn’t helping to hold him up find his patient but hard cock. He began stroking himself slowly and evenly, focusing most of his attention on what was undoubtedly his second favorite body part: his mouth. He chuckled lightly as he realized that he was spelling “Danica’s a fucking bitch” unconsciously into Abigail’s wet center and switched it to the regular alphabet.

This apparently agreed with Abigail who began trembling furiously. She cried out his name and pulled painfully on his hair. He made it through the alphabet once and was in the middle of taking her swollen clit back into his mouth when she came hard. He grinned widely around her skin. This was going to be a great afternoon.

Abigail relaxed after a few moments of the intense pleasure and lay very still, her breathing gradually slowing down. Her eyes fluttered open and she regarded him sleepily, with a sweet smile that looked odd on her usually fierce face but was beautiful enough that he determined making it happen more would be an adequate life goal.

“Was that worth your thought?” he asked, trying and mostly succeeding in suppressing the smug smile that wanted to take over his whole face.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Abigail said lazily, her leg lifting up again so her toes could scratch his hip slightly. “I told you a very intimate thought.”

“Really?” King raised his eyebrows, almost feeling insulted. “Well, I guess I better try again.”

He began leaning down once more, but Abigail stopped him.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she said, her hands sliding across his shoulders and to his arms, which she began tugging lightly on. Although she was nearly as strong as he was, she made no effort to force him. He got the message anyway and moved up her body until they were face-to-face. Once there, King paused and they kissed once again. She was light and relaxed, while he was urgent and passionate. Abigail started as they pulled apart when King swore loudly.

“That’s what we’re trying to do.” Abigail tugged on his arms again. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if I have any condoms.” King was horrified by himself at this admission. Why didn’t he have condoms? They were a man’s best friends.

“Oh.” Abigail relaxed once again under him.

“Yes, oh. I’ve barely said good morning to the new guys. I don’t think asking them for a condom is going to make them impressed by my leadership abilities. Do you think Caulder has any?” King didn’t wait for an answer as he mentally reviewed their new teammates for the one most likely to stock up on protection.

“King.”

“No, Caulder’s a geneticist. They don’t have sex.”

“King.”

“Maybe that cheerleader from Wisconsin. They like sex in Wisconsin, right?”

“King!”

“You don’t have to shout, Abby.” King looked down at her with a faintly exasperated frown. “I’m right here.”

“And I’m on the pill, moron, so quit talking about our teammates and pay attention to me!” Abigail put her hands around King’s face and pulled him closer to her. “Before I come to my senses and go back to my room.”

King sighed dramatically. “That’s just like a woman. I get you off and you leave me hanging.”

“Shut up, King.” Abigail wrapped her legs decisively around his lean hips and pulled him fiercely towards her.

“I love it when you sweet-talk me, baby.” King slid his hands down to Abigail’s slender hips. He positioned his thick cock against her slick opening and paused, his body shaking with frustration and anticipation.

Abigail slid her hands from his face to his shoulders and met his eyes directly. She searched his face intently. He knew her well enough by now to read the message she was trying to convey. It was time to stop dicking around and get on with it.

King broke into a wide grin and he nodded. He nearly broke his neck to kiss her quickly without moving his body. Gorgeous and strong she may have been, but tall she was not. At least not compared to him.

“Time to get this show on the road!” King exclaimed manically, doing his best impression of an aging rock star. Abigail’s response was to give him The Look, potent even when she was naked and glistening under him. He was so misunderstood.

King began to reach down before Abigail proved why she was the best partner a guy could ask for and stopped him in order to grab his cock. Her hand was gentle but firm enough for him to know that she was in charge now. She stroked him for a few agonizing seconds before lining him up with her entrance.

Their eyes met. It would have been the definition of every bad romance movie cliché if King hadn’t ruined it by sticking his tongue out at her as she pushed her hips forward, enveloping his cock slowly. He almost bit his tongue however as he felt how incredibly tight she was.

“Been a while?” he murmured, feeling no need to hurry up the slow rocking movements she was using to slide him deeper and deeper into her body.

“Yeah,” Abigail said curtly, her eyes half-closed at the sensation of being filled.

“Me too,” King said quietly.

Abigail opened her eyes all the way to look at her lover but he avoided her gaze. It hadn’t been that long since she’d freed him from Danica Talos and he certainly hadn’t led a celibate life in the interim between then and now. In fact it wouldn’t have been unfair to say that the very opposite was true. He was a frequent in every seedy bar and strip club in the tri-state area. At first it had been an attempt to erase Danica from his mind and body, to convince himself that she no longer had a hold over him. Later it had become an important distraction as his feelings for his savior had morphed from intense but respectful lust and awe to intense respect and another emotion that he wasn’t quite comfortable exploring even now as he was satisfying his desire for her.

He’d known from the beginning that Abigail didn’t take casual lovers, a trait that she’d learned from her father if not inherited from him. Somehow that had only made him feel worse, knowing that he’d never be able to have her in the detached and comfortable way that was all he’d ever known. Until now the possibility that she would come to him for more than a good tumble had been a pipe dream, something that he might have entertained while completely wasted and screwing yet another woman that was dark-haired and spunky. Abigail Whistler was a hero. Heroes didn’t want former vampire cabana boys as their long-time lovers.

Except here she was, licking her full lips in what he couldn’t believe was nervousness and looking at him like she would cut his dick off if he didn’t give it to her good and now.

King shook his head slightly as he chased away the brooding thoughts. Now was definitely not the time. He devoted all of his attention to Abigail’s slender body, specifically to her nails already digging lightly into his back, her legs wrapped firmly just above his ass, and her gorgeous face, flushed with concentration as King pulled in and out slowly. He went in a little deeper each time, testing her reactions, and was pleased when she started thrusting her hips harder against his.

“Abby,” he said, his usual proclivity for pet names completely missing. He gave up and reached for her hips once more, lifting her up more so he could go in at a different angle. He knew he had hit the right spot when those lightly resting nails started gouging little holes in his back.

“Come on, Abby,” King urged, going for that tender patch of flesh inside her with every pass. He knew that for all his earlier bravado he wasn’t going to last as long as he would have a few years ago. The women since Danica didn’t hold him up to the vampire’s Olympian standards and without that threat of punishment his sexual stamina had suffered a bit of a blow. Plus he hadn’t been servicing the stoic Abigail in the past few years and listening to her normally even voice rising in uninhibited pleasure. She had been damn near killing him since she’d first moaned.

Abigail arched her back under him, her teeth slightly clenched against the noises trying to escape her mouth. He’d never seen anything look sexier than Abigail trying not to show her enjoyment of sex, but he was a man. He needed his ego stroked in addition to everything else.

“Say my name, Abby.” King knew he was pushing it and the annoyed glance Abigail flashed him before slamming her eyes shut against another sharp wave of pleasure gave him all the warning he should have needed.

King leaned as close as he could to her ear without slipping out and whispered in a low voice, “Say it, Abby. You know you want to.”

That was apparently it. With a slight roar that could have been anger or her second orgasm, Abigail lunged towards him. Somehow they rolled over without falling off the bed or separating and King soon found himself on his back. Above Abigail flashed him a wicked grin and began moving her hips in a punishing rhythm.

King groaned, getting his second wind back in a major way. This was the girl he knew and loved.

“Don’t you ever shut up?” Abigail scratched her nails up his chest, her eyes hungrily taking in his firm muscles.

“Once. I had to kill the witnesses.” King couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as Abigail rode him like a prize bull. She noticed and slowed down significantly. King moaned in frustration, but made no movements to change the situation. He’d asked for it.

“I bet I know what would shut you up,” Abigail said, more to herself as she discovered the faint scars on his lower neck. She trailed her fingers over them lightly.

“Bring it on, baby,” King said, his eyes closed in amazement that his bite scars were still so sensitive.

“Hey, King?” Abigail sounded almost conversational.

He opened his eyes just in time to catch her swoop down and bite hard over on top of his scars. Danica’s scars. It was enough to break the skin, a sensation he realized that he would never get over. He went spiraling over the edge with a loud cry. His orgasm seemed to last forever with bright white lights mixing with Abigail’s dark hair and eyes to keep him completely entranced by his lover’s face. He had no idea whether or not she came when he did, but the smug smile on her face made him think that she didn’t care either way.

“Say my name, King.”