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Category:
S through Z › Underworld
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,396
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Underworld, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: Apparently this is what happens when I have to suffer through 91 degree weather at school.
Disclaimer: Underworld, Soren, Kraven, etc. don't belong to me, and I am making no money off of this!
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It was hot, so very hot. Salty sweat mixed invitingly with sweet blood, stinging the symmetrical cuts that ravished Soren’s chest. He moaned softly, arching off the cloying bed sheets as Kraven’s tongue licked hungrily at the small wounds, drawing forth more crimson fluid as well as gasps and moans from his second-in-command’s pale lips.
Summer sunlight beat down on the medieval mansion mercilessly. It had to be the most unbearable summer of the entire fifteenth century but still no breezes blew from behind the heavy blackout curtains. The windows were latched shut against the searing light of day, and the two men were left to their own devices to deal with the stuffy heat that hung like a shroud over their ivory bodies which glistened with perspiration.
Oh, God it’s hot, Soren thought. Hot, like Kraven’s claws scoring sharp, parallel lines down his chest. Hot as that perfectly possessive mouth claiming his, tongue delving deeply and Soren kissing back, pulling the raven-haired vampire tight against him. Relieving and teasing, there were slender hands shifting over Soren’s abused skin. With each encouraging, nonsensical murmur, Kraven’s touch was slithering downward, caressing lower over smooth, unmarred flanks, sliding between his janissary’s legs.
-fin-
Disclaimer: Underworld, Soren, Kraven, etc. don't belong to me, and I am making no money off of this!
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It was hot, so very hot. Salty sweat mixed invitingly with sweet blood, stinging the symmetrical cuts that ravished Soren’s chest. He moaned softly, arching off the cloying bed sheets as Kraven’s tongue licked hungrily at the small wounds, drawing forth more crimson fluid as well as gasps and moans from his second-in-command’s pale lips.
Summer sunlight beat down on the medieval mansion mercilessly. It had to be the most unbearable summer of the entire fifteenth century but still no breezes blew from behind the heavy blackout curtains. The windows were latched shut against the searing light of day, and the two men were left to their own devices to deal with the stuffy heat that hung like a shroud over their ivory bodies which glistened with perspiration.
Oh, God it’s hot, Soren thought. Hot, like Kraven’s claws scoring sharp, parallel lines down his chest. Hot as that perfectly possessive mouth claiming his, tongue delving deeply and Soren kissing back, pulling the raven-haired vampire tight against him. Relieving and teasing, there were slender hands shifting over Soren’s abused skin. With each encouraging, nonsensical murmur, Kraven’s touch was slithering downward, caressing lower over smooth, unmarred flanks, sliding between his janissary’s legs.
-fin-