i_vanquish_evil | Otherways -

Nick happens to be there, walking out from his own room, slightly bleary and perhaps a little hungry.

"Hello, Michael, you--"

Blink.

"What in the world?"

"What?" He's in front of his door - actually, he's standing in front of the stupid ass hole in the wall.

A sniff.

"Isabel?"

"Oh. Uh, not quite. I mean, yes, but not sex. Oh, fuck off, Nick." He growls, he doesn't really mean it. "Talking. Started out really bad, then got better and ended really well." He holds up one hand and wrinkles his nose. "On my way to wash up a bit."

"One, I don't fuck OFF, I fuck ON. Much easier and usually keeps from straining anyone. Two...that's lovely. Really. Three...that is, perhaps, a plan."

"You're an asshole, but whatever." He shrugs again. "We talked. It helped a lot. Well, until she started dancing." And it's back - the lust, the desire, all of the emotion. It really hadn't gone far, but the memory keyed it up a bit.

He reaches out and grabs Nick's shirt, dragging him toward him. "I'm so horny, I could fuck you here in the hallway." Nose-to-nose with a vampire - probably not his best-ever plan of action, but fuck it.

"Why aren't you then?"

This look like the bar proper to you? As long as I'm back where I should be, with David, after we're done...

He taps the broken door open with his foot and drags the vampire into his room. "Because I don't like rug burns. Push the door shut." He lets go of Nick's shirt, but only because he's looking for something he can shove in the fucking hole in the wall. He concludes that Nick's shirt is as good as anything and tears it off him - not literally - and stuffs it into his fist-made hole - that he will patch when he's not getting ready to shag the hell out of a vampire.

"What did you have against the wall? Since you...didn't feel like having me against it?"

A grin.

"Um, fuck if I can remember. It wasn't the wall's fault. You have too many clothes on."

Not that Nick'll be able to get them off just now, since Michael's in his face and very nearly pressing his lips against Nick's.

Nick grins.

"I've actually got less on than I thought I would at this moment, but I wasn't anticipating being jumped in the hallway by my deputy, so there you go."

A quick smirk and his hands are on Michael's hips working on his pants.

"And I wouldn't say I'm the only one with too many clothes on...if fucking me is what you're looking to do."

"Eh, hadn't planned to find you in the hallway on my way up here either. Serendipty - or something. Fuck it. Who cares." He puts his hands on Nick's face and moves closer - if that's possible - without actually kissing Nick just yet. "How about, you handle clothing removal and I'm gonna kiss you, because - shit - I don't think I can make my fingers work right just now." And he leans in and kisses Nick, different from the night before - this is all hormones and lust. A little finesse, because, well, there is, but it's rough and has teeth, what with all the nipping at Nick's lips.

As you wish, Michael...

He pulls them together for a moment, rocking his hips into Michael's as they kiss, rough and hot, before pushing him back just enough to undo his pants. He undoes his own before jamming Michael's down, pushing him back in something of a waddling walk till they're next to the bed.

He groans at the bodily contact and moans into the kiss. He keeps with the kissing during the maneuver over to the bed and toes off his shoes - thanking some god of sex somewhere that he's not wearing his boots. God, Nick, fuck, you should've told me that the kissing could be this good. Shit. I would've picked it up again a long time ago.

Nick doesn't know, yet, unless he was 'listening' that Isabel told Michael that she loves him and needs him - which just boosted his ego, among other things. Then the dancing - shit - he's shocked as hell that hard is all he is right now.

Nick wasn't listening, but there are some things that scream, some things that he knows, some things that he's seen before they occur. He doesn't know exactly what's going on...but he knows who to thank.

Because isn't it much more fun to discover yourself, Michael?

He knocks them both over, a tangle of limbs and clothing that is quickly enough removed as they roll on the bed and Nick is nice enough to leave Michael on the top. He stares up with a smirk in between the kisses.

Fuck me, Michael...

A rock of the hips into that hardness.

Do it.

Hmmm, maybe.

He grins down at Nick, hands pressed into his chest, even with the kissing.

Slightly mocking - As you wish...

He pulls sharply out of the kiss at the pressure against him and groans loud.

You want the pain? and he even actually quirked an eyebrow with that.

Whatever you want. I'm game.

He grins and pulls Michael down for a rough kiss.

Though I suppose we'd both have a slightly better time if you at least slicked. Skip the rest.

I can do that. You put it back the other night?

He pants, fingers digging into Nick's chest.

Of course. How foolish do you think I am?

Another rock of the hips, his hands reaching up to hold Michael, thumbing either nipple.

You, not very, but I was seriously out of it that night.

Another groan and he pushes over to the table. Stop that, but he grins down at Nick. "Here. You do it." And he drops the tube on Nick's chest. I like it when you do it. He leans down into Nick's neck and nips at the skin there and up and over his jaw.

Nick grabs it, twisting off the cap a moment later before squeezing out a good amount into his hand. He takes Michael then, curls his fingers around him and strokes a few times before running a quick pass over himself and staring up at Michael.

Damn.

He leans down for another kiss - lust, heat, passion, tongues - God, it's been so long, Nick.

He shifts them into position and drives himself into Nick, hard, fast. Too much? It's been a little while since he's been on this side too; he doesn't think it is, but he's not gonna take the chance.

He gets a strained grunt in reply which turns into a snarling growl a moment later.

Move, damn you...

He's careful to keep his fangs away as Michael kisses him. He won't bite without permission, for one, and for another, Michael's doing a lovely job of fucking him and he'll not get in the way of it.

Getting to that part.

And he does, he starts moving, thrusting hard, but at a slower pace or he won't make it for very long. He digs his fingers into Nick's' hips. He is, however, seriously hoping Nick's not gonna expect him to hangle much more than what he's doing now, as he's not sure his brain could focus on more than one task at a time. He'll take care of Nick when he's done though - he'd never leave him unfulfilled - never.

Yess...

He rocks gently into Michael, with him, to his rhythme, careful not to get him too bothered. He can feel the knife edge Michael's sliding along and he'd much rather see it last a bit longer.

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