Thursday Spooktacular

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Due to personal matters, our lovely host for the week, meredevachon, is unable to put up today's theme, so I've agreed to take care of it for her.  It's her theme, so all credit goes to her, and hopefully she can make it back to finish up the week tomorrow.  :)


I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's celebration of Leverage porniness. There were some great prompts and even better responses.

But today is Thursday, and that means it's time for a new theme.

In honor of Supernatural returning tonight, we're going with Vampires and things that bump in the night.  That means vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc., either canon or AU, so go wild with it!

And it's not limited to Supernatural.  Any fandom (or original), any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers are absolutely welcome, and perfect for this one.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Lotrips, Karl/Orlando, surprise

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/Buffy, Dean/Faith, leather



And don't forget, there are still plenty of lonely prompts if the creepy and spooky isn't your thing.

Comments

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar, blood

Blood -- you asked for it

[spookynoodle.livejournal.com]

Sylar pinned Mohinder roughly to the bed, smiling at his small triumph. Mohinder's eyes showed an irresistible combination of desire and intimidation...mostly the former, Sylar thought. Keeping Mohinder pinned down with his left forearm, he lifted his right hand and, without touching them, attached the tethers to the black leather cuffs wrapped around the other man's wrists. Sylar knew that he didn't need to use any tangible part of his body to hold Mohinder motionless, but the brute strength that it implied was satisfying and made worthwhile by the overwhelmed look on the doctor's face.

After the restraints were attached, Sylar bent down to trace a line up the center of Mohinder's torso with his lips, not quite kissing him, his breath wet and hot against dark skin. His hands reversed the pattern, fingernails raking down Mohinder's sides. He arched up, shuddering slightly at the combination of sensations. Sylar smirked wryly.

"Do you trust me?" he purred. Mohinder nodded, his intent eyes never moving away from the other man's.

"We're going to try something different tonight. For your sake, let me know if I should stop," Sylar continued. He thought he heard Mohinder's breath catch in his throat, a hint of fear just barely detectable on his face. Noting no actual resistance, Sylar continued.

A hand was lifted, two fingers pointing at the skin of the scientist's chest. Mohinder gasped at the sensation as a thin, shallow trail of red began to form across his left pectoral muscle. Sylar stopped to note his reaction, watching as the other man relaxed from his previous tension presumably as the endorphins began to kick in, eyes closed lightly. Mohinder sighed, which Sylar took as an invitation for more.

Another line appeared on Mohinder's bicep, causing him to throw his head back, teeth clenched, eyes shut tightly. As the scientist exhaled loudly, Sylar took this as a strategic opportunity and slashed quickly under his ribs. Mohinder cried out this time, panting as the sensation dulled after the initial shock of pain.

He said nothing, but the growing hardness between his legs betrayed his otherwise stoic state. A low rumble of a chuckle sounded from Sylar, who leaned over to plant a breathy kiss on the other man's neck. Mohinder emitted a small moan as Sylar's lips moved down with each kiss, reaching his collar bone and sucking lightly at the skin there.

Mohinder's erection was pressing against Sylar's leg, which he rubbed against the hardened flesh teasingly. Mohinder moaned louder this time, instinctually rolling his hips into the pressure. A small smile formed on Sylar's lips as he forced his submissive's hips down with unseen hands, simultaneously biting down sharply against the skin of his collar bone. Another cry rang out from Mohinder. The blood flowed. The killer could taste the coppery, sweet tang of the sanguinous liquid in his mouth. Intrigued, he leaned back over to Mohinder's collar bone and caught the drop of blood that was starting to drip slightly with his tongue. He sucked lightly on the wound, reveling in the primal, almost feral feeling that the action elicited. He sucked harder, nibbling at the skin to encourage the blood to continue to flow, becoming intoxicated with the taste. Mohinder's breath matched his, coming quicker and more ragged at the sensation. Sylar remembered him, gripped both of their cocks together and began to stroke, trying to keep his rhythm somewhat composed as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

Mohinder came first with a low groan, instantly drained. Sylar followed soon after, a sharp shout accompanying his climax. He rolled off of the doctor, still panting wildly, a bit of blood smeared on his own chest and stomach from his previous incisions.

"That was quite interesting," said Mohinder with a weary, satisfied grin.

"Of course," came Sylar's reply. "You should see the surprise I have planned for next weekend."

He couldn't tell whether the look that appeared on Mohinder's face was of intrigue or apprehension, much to his amusement.

Re: Blood -- you asked for it

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

...*licks fic*

Re: Blood -- you asked for it

[spookynoodle.livejournal.com]

Glad you find it lickable, because I think it's pretty terrible myself. Oh well, whatever. :)