That One Time Lazarus Fell in Love with a Hunter

He shuddered, gritting his teeth.

"I...can't," he huffed angrily.

"Why not? Don't you like me, babe?" he teased, nuzzling him. "I sure like you..."

He bit his tongue, forcing himself to relax, finally. He thought about if Lazarus were a woman. A woman with a penis. Ah, fuck it really wasn't working.

"What, would you rather switch places?" he teased, gently biting his ear.

"Yes!" he moaned immediately. "Please..."

He snorted loudly and obnoxiously.

"Babe, look--I never bottom. Not even once. Lifestyle dominant, hun--I don't take it from no one. Cute thought, though."

He gritted his teeth. Of course.

"Fuck you," he grumbled angrily.

"Maybe, if you could force me, I'd let you do it," he laughed, shaking his head.

"Just shut the hell up and get this over with!" he snapped irritably.

"But I like taking my time," he purred. "I can last quite a while--it's one of my best qualities."

He ground his teeth together. Fucking vampires. Worse, he was in absolutely no position to kill him. There was basically nothing he could do.

He moved his hand downward, to Blade's crotch, and began jerking him off.

"Come on, relax! It gets fun, I swear."

He gasped loudly, digging his fingers into the sheets.

"I-I'm...trying," he mumbled, but he felt himself relaxing even as he complained.

"You starting to like it?" he teased, kissing his neck and back. "I bet you are. You look like the type who becomes a big old slut once they relax. That's my type."

Blade refused to answer that question, mainly because he feared Lazarus was right. The more he finally managed to relax, the more he found himself actually enjoying it.

He thrusted faster and harder, pressing Blade down against the bed.

"You're really enjoying this, huh?" he panted, all smiles. "Told you I was good at this, didn't I? Look at you, so hard and you're not even on top."

He laughed, but nuzzled him anyway.

"What? No comments from my cute bottom?"

Blade panted, biting his lips to quiet himself whenever he felt the urge to moan. He refused to let Lazarus have the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was enjoying it. Though it wasn't as if he could pretend he wasn't.

He swallowed, trying to say something, but deciding against it.

"Come on, baby," he pressed, "Make some noise--I don't mind. I love it when people get noisy, actually."

He pressed his hand against Blade harder and faster.

"Why bother holding back?"