Missing Bloodlust scenes.

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I'm trying to clean out my writing file, in between writing a gen fic that is killing me. This was a good distraction. 

At the time, I deleted this from Bloodlust because it was basically 4000 words of gratuitous sex.  I stopped writing it and put it in a different file figuring to finish it someday. Well, I polished it off and decided to post it here. It's not beta'd but I did give it the once over. 

This scene takes place near the end after John returned from the cloister.

The shower was hot and felt great beating down on John’s abused muscles. Thankfully the Ancients were practical, if nothing else, and he sprawled on the bench, the shower heads adjusting to his lower height. His hair was plastered to his head and the spray covered his face in a fine mist. He just sat there and let his body absorb the healing heat. 

 

He must have dozed because he didn’t hear the door open or the cool draft and was only alerted to Rodney’s presence when a hand roamed up and down his chest.

 

Startled, he tried to sit up more, but Rodney’s hands stilled him. “Relax.”

 

He opened his eyes, surprised to see Rodney standing in front of him with a wet soggy towel in his hand. He raised an eyebrow. “Towels usually work better if you leave them outside the shower.”

 

Rodney laid the towel at John’s feet and dropped to his knees. He smiled smugly. “Then I couldn’t do this.”

 

He leaned in and mouthed the sensitive skin between John’s hip and thigh, making him gasp for air. “Oh fuck.” 

 

It didn’t stop there as Rodney continued to lick and suck at that one spot. John braced himself against the wall at his back, trying to move away from the sensation even as his hips arched towards Rodney’s mouth. Then it was gone and John finally found the energy to look down and found himself staring into Rodney’s piercing blue eyes. They were bright with the bloodlust and John inhaled sharply.

 

He tried to speak but no sound came out and he nodded quickly, grabbing the base of his heavy cock to keep from coming. It didn’t really matter because as soon as Rodney’s sharp canines broke the skin, John’s body seized up and he was grasping the wall, the bench…anything to grab onto as the tingling became a roar.

 

Rodney held him firmly in place, sucking and licking at the crease between hip and thigh, even as John hunched over, clawing at his back to make it stop. His balls tightened and John was sucking air, the sensation too much but not enough. He was coming hard, harder than he could ever remember while Rodney continued to suck his lifeblood. It drew out his orgasm and the side of Rodney’s face and hair were soon covered in John’s release.

 

Barely able to breathe, John pushed at Rodney, desperate to make him stop. Still spasming from the aftershocks and a new growing need, John gasped between breaths, “Stop, ohgod, Rodney, please. Too much.” 

 

Rodney pulled back his teeth but his tongue teased the overly sensitive skin and John started shaking even as he was rocked with another orgasm so soon after the first. When Rodney took him in his mouth, John screamed and grabbed his head, forcing his cock deep into his lover’s mouth. Rodney took it, sucking and swallowing, his fingers and hands encouraging John to fuck his mouth. Even after shooting deep into Rodney’s throat, John couldn’t stop. It felt so damn good and he’d never been allowed this pleasure before.

 

He did loosen his grip on Rodney’s hair and tried to slow the pace but desperation won out over control. The shower echoed his voice, the incoherency of his desire bouncing off the walls as he moaned and begged. Fingers touched his balls and dipped lower, caressing his entrance that was still loose from earlier. Two fingers slipped in easily, avoiding his prostate, but it was almost John’s undoing and he bucked upward, then ground down on the fingers, forcing them deeper.

 

By the time Rodney added a third finger, John was writhing up and down, in and out of Rodney’s mouth, lost in ecstasy. He wanted Rodney in his ass, wanted him to fuck him with his cock but when Rodney unerringly found his prostate, John howled as the pleasure peaked, taking him over the edge in a rush. His body convulsed and John couldn’t breathe as it raced through him, lighting up every nerve as he jerked in Rodney’s throat, holding him in place through his release. 

 

As it eased off he slumped on the bench, totally wrecked, his soft dick slipping from Rodney’s mouth. It took several long moments to catch his breath and several more to realize that Rodney was still between his legs, his head resting on John’s thigh. He could feel him trembling and suddenly concerned, opened his eyes. Rodney’s whole body was shaking, his hand grasping his cock in a death grip as he fought the urges surging through him.

 

John’s dick twitched at the sight and with Rodney’s fingers still in his ass, he felt it begin to build again. This time would be for Rodney. Reaching down, he grasped his lover’s chin, forcing him to look up. Rodney’s eyes were bright blue, his breath shallow and harsh as he gazed up.

 

“Fuck me,” John said and Rodney mewled, dropping his head and panting hard into John’s thigh. It took Rodney a couple of minutes to regain enough of his composure to get to his feet. 

 

Rodney helped him up and John used the shower wall to lean against, his legs still wobbly. Leaning in, Rodney rested his head on John’s shoulder, taking several deep breaths before he whispered hoarsely, “Wrap your legs around me.”

 

John shook his head, even as his dick went to fully hard in seconds. “You can’t hold me.”

 

Pulling back, Rodney’s blue eyes shone bright and he practically growled with need, “I can hold you.” And to prove it, he bent down, slipped his arms behind John’s legs at the back of his knees and slowly lifted him. John had no choice but to grab onto Rodney’s shoulders as his legs slipped into the crook of his lover’s elbows. He slowly slid higher, his back firmly against the wall adding the needed leverage to keep them upright. John could feel the tremors in Rodney’s muscles. Rodney’s voice was shaking with need as he panted, “Guide me.”

 

John was hard as steel himself and he reached between them, his breath hitching as he slid past his own dick for Rodney’s. Holding it steady, he guided it to his entrance, wrapping his other arm around Rodney’s shoulder to leverage himself higher so that he could slip down onto Rodney’s cock. Rodney held him tight, letting John set the pace as he dropped onto Rodney’s hard length.

 

In this position he went in deeper than John thought possible and he threw his head back, barely stopping before knocking himself unconscious. His hands gripped Rodney’s shoulders tightly as he tried to breathe through the need to come. Sensing it, Rodney muttered desperately, “Don’t come don’t come, oh god, please don’t come.”

 

Rodney was shaking so badly that John could feel it in his ass and he gasped, “Come on, fuck me, Rodney. Hard.”

 

That was all it took and Rodney thrust into him hard, burying himself. Pulling his hips back, he slammed forward again, nudging John’s prostate each time. John wanted to come, needed to come but couldn’t. He begged, “Let me come, Rodney. Please. Need to come.”

 

Shaking his head as he continued to pound into him, Rodney hissed between clenched teeth, “Not yet. I’m close.” John lifted as Rodney pulled back ready to slam down when Rodney surged forward. Both of them frantic for release, they matched rhythm, their thrusts hard and unrelenting until Rodney sobbed, “Now, oh fuck, now.” 

 

John came hard and Rodney shoved into him one last time, buried his head in John’s shoulder and stilled, the only movement was the muscle spasms as he filled John’s ass. It was fuzzy after that and John opened his eyes to find them both on the floor of the shower, warm air drying their bodies. Rodney eyes were closed, but John could sense he was still awake and he leaned closer, using Rodney to rest against as their sated bodies recovered. 

 

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Some time in the early morning hours, John woke unsure where he was. A few seconds reconnoitering and he remembered he was safe, back home. Back with Rodney. John had sensed some of Rodney’s apprehension during their lovemaking last night, maybe afraid it was just John’s absence forcing their hand rather than a real commitment on John’s part. 

 

After last night, and the feelings coursing through the bond, there was no doubt in John’s mind that this is what he wanted. He’d never felt so at peace with someone like he did with Rodney. There were no doubts or fears, just love and affection bleeding through the bond.

 

Shifting to his side, John smiled down at Rodney who was sprawled on his stomach on the floor where they’d opted to sleep instead of the tiny ass bed. The sheets were tangled between them and Rodney was uncovered to mid thigh, totally unaware of the site he presented. Reaching out, John traced the muscles of Rodney’s broad back and shoulders, working lower until he could caress his ass cheeks. He kept it light, not meaning to wake Rodney, but soon he could see the hitching breath in his lover’s back each time his fingers slipped into the crease of his ass. Each touch was like fire to his groin and he could feel the after affects of the feeding.

 

Rodney mumbled into his pillow, “G’to sleep. Have t’work ‘morrow.”

 

John grinned. “Nope. Got the day off.” His fingers dipped lower, and despite Rodney’s protests, his hips ground into the floor and his hand fisted the blanket waded up near his head. Leaning closer, John licked at Rodney’s ear and he breathed, “Want to fuck you.”

 

Faster than John thought possible, Rodney was on his back and he’d pulled John on top of him. Blinking, John looked down, seeing the brightness of Rodney’s eyes hadn’t faded much during the night. The full body sensation of skin on skin had him rutting against Rodney and he dropped his head, leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw. Rodney’s hands were suddenly everywhere, touching, caressing, hitting every spot that John loved. It wasn’t desperate like last night, but slow and sensuous, intent on driving John crazy.

 

Torn between kisses and touching, John tried to do both, scooting his way down Rodney’s chest, touching and kissing his nipples until his lover was gasping and moaning. “John, god, please, I want you to fuck me.”

 

Every touch, every kiss was like fire until John had to break off, scrambling to find the lube. Rodney watched in amusement as he tore up sheets and blankets in his search. Finally finding it under one of the pillows, John smiled at him. “Thanks for your help.”

 

Blue eyes shining, teeth glistening, Rodney countered, “I was enjoying the view. You on your hands and knees, ass wagging was worth the wait.”

 

Crawling back to Rodney, John settled between his legs, noting that Rodney was already hard and leaking. “God, Rodney.”

 

Laying his hands on Rodney’s thighs he moved them higher, massaging the hard muscle until his fingers dipped into the crease of his balls.   Rodney’s legs splayed open further, giving John access to everything—anything. Dropping his head, he licked at the precum, sucking just the head, playing his tongue over it until Rodney was begging to come. He backed off, touching and caressing to ease the need then started all over again.

 

When neither of them could stand another minute he oiled his fingers, slipping them one at a time into Rodney, feeling him relax into the touch with ease. Head thrown back, Rodney mouth hung open, his canines glistening in the moonlight. Shuddering, John wondered if Rodney would feed again. Last night had been short feedings, never lasting long but the intensity was amazing. Removing his fingers, John wiped them on the sheets and shifted closer, pulling Rodney’s legs over his own as he guided himself into the warm, smoothness of Rodney’s ass. It was tight, but better somehow than he remembered.

 

He could feel Rodney’s trust, love, care as he slipped in, burying himself in a single thrust. Emotions thrummed through the bond and John had to stop, his head resting on Rodney’s shoulder has he tried to regain some control. Rodney’s arms tightened around his back, holding him, letting him set the pace, even as he trembled with a need of his own.

 

John raised up and stared into Rodney’s eyes, asking in a low husky voice, “Do you hold off for me or for you?”

 

A shy smile graced his face, as Rodney answered, “You mostly, but I like waiting. Letting it build.”

 

Grinning back, John growled as he thrust sharply, “Can you hold it ‘til I tell you?”

 

Rodney shuddered hard and nodded, closing his own eyes as he fought to obey. John shifted above Rodney, grabbing his legs and opening him wide as he pushed in slowly, pulling out just as slow until they were both sweating and shaking.

 

Thrusting faster, John needed to come, but he didn’t want this to end. Being inside Rodney, feeling every part of him was beyond anything he imagined and he wanted more of it. He wanted to fuck Rodney until he’d marked him inside and out, made him his. He was beautiful to watch, skin flushed and shining, mouth open and gasping for air, his whole body trembling as he held back.   Rodney lay there under John, blissed out with desire as John pounded into him and John had to stop. Had to stop or he’d come just from that sight alone.

 

Rodney’s eyes shot open. “Don’t stop. God, John, please. Fuck me.”

 

Through gritted teeth, John hissed, “Gonna come too soon.”

 

Rodney’s breath hitched and his chest heaved, even as he licked his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth, teeth begging to sink into John’s skin, give John what he needed.

 

He had to pull out, give himself room to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming. Letting go of Rodney’s legs gave his lover the advantage and he was moving, pulling himself up to sit in John’s lap, impaled on his throbbing length. John wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight as he fought the urge to thrust upward, end the ache that was driving him insane with need.

 

Rodney nuzzled his neck and John was coming, unable to stop as he forced himself deeper, holding Rodney down on his pulsing cock. When Rodney’s teeth sank into his neck, he screamed, held on tighter and came hard again. His body convulsed, throbbing and it wouldn’t stop. Rodney sucked harder, drawing out John’s orgasm, pulling him higher and higher. He only fed for a short time, but it seemed like hours as John’s body pulsed in time to his heartbeat, the flow of blood through his veins. When it finally ended, he collapsed forward into Rodney’s arms, his semi hard cock still lodged inside.

 

He felt it then, Rodney’s erection still hard between them and he opened his eyes, shocked at the lust lurking in Rodney’s eyes. His cock hardened, and John pushed in slowly marveling at the reaction in his lover. Rodney mewled, his body twitching as John thrust slowly, letting him feel every inch of his hardness, in and out.

 

Bracing himself on one arm, John lifted up and sat back again as he pulled Rodney’s legs up to his shoulders. Then leaning forward, he planted his hands on either side of Rodney’s head and began thrusting harder, still slow but harder with each thrust. “Touch yourself.”

 

Rodney shook his head, sweat matting his hair, frantic. “Can’t.” He begged, “I’ll come.”

 

John leaned down, his lips just grazing Rodney’s ear. “Don’t come, just touch yourself.”

 

Of course, Rodney obeyed just as John knew he would. But it was too much to watch and John slammed hard into him, coming with a shout. Recovering he opened his eyes to find Rodney’s clenched tight, the hand on his cock gripped tight as he took deep breaths.

 

If John hadn’t just come he might have come again, instead he just felt his dick hardening in anticipation. He pulled out and leaned back on his haunches, patting Rodney’s hip. “Roll over.”

 

Rodney slowly rolled to his stomach but made no other attempt to move, other than the slow grind of his hips. Rethinking it, and knowing it would be a bitch on Rodney’s knees, John suggested, “Bed.”

 

Moving with surprising speed, Rodney sighed, “Oh thank god, the floor was killing me.” In seconds, he was sprawled on the bed.

 

Before he could settle, John nudged him. “Hands and knees.” As Rodney rose, exposing his ass, John couldn’t wait he slide home in one smooth move and grabbing Rodney’s hips, forced himself deep as he came again. Slumping over Rodney’s back, he licked his sweat slicked shoulders. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, make you beg. Make you fuck yourself on me you want it so bad. I can’t get enough of your ass, Rodney. I want to fuck you all the time, stay buried there.”

 

Rodney’s arms gave out and he lay panting, chest heaving as he shook with need. John rubbed his back, enjoying the ripple of muscle that quivered under his touch. God, he needed this, needed to fuck Rodney, fill him.

 

He pounded into the warmth of Rodney’s ass, the heat and tightness drawing him closer to another orgasm. He was delirious with the pleasure of it, needing more. The near pain of so many orgasms added to sensation and he couldn’t stop thrusting. Wanted more. He begged shamelessly, “Don’t come. Don’t come. Need to fuck you, Rodney.” Taking a harsh breath, he slammed hard into his lover’s ass, trembling with a desire so strong he thought he might burst. Even as his orgasm peaked once more, and hunched over Rodney’s back, screaming at the sheer pleasure of it. Still buried in Rodney’s ass, his hips jerked in search of more. He gasped between breaths, “Can’t stop.”

 

Rodney’s hands scrambled for the sheets, whining desperately, “Don’t stop. Ohgod, don’t stop. Please, John.” He gasped for air between each thrust, pushing back and impaling himself on John’s hardening cock. “Fuck me.”

 

John reached forward, grabbing Rodney’s shoulder for leverage, his other hand pushing into Rodney’s lower back, changing the angle for both of them. Rodney howled as John slammed into his prostate over and over. Tightening his hold, John’s heart was pounding, sweat pouring off him, soaking him but he couldn’t stop. This desperation was scary and exhilarating and he couldn’t make himself stop. He wanted more. Wanted Rodney to feel it as badly as he did. His cock ached, blood filling it, pulsing and throbbing until he was crying out. “Gonna. Come.”

 

His cock pulsed, and even the pain of a dry orgasm couldn’t deter the overwhelming pleasure. It ripped through his balls, leaving him gasping for air, his whole body tensing under the onslaught of sensation. Collapsing over Rodney’s back, their sweat mingling, John could feel his lover’s heartbeat, pounding loudly under his ear as he tried to catch his breath. Rodney was sprawled beneath him, muttering over and over. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

 

The words were so needy, Rodney’s arousal so clear that John’s cock hardened, and he couldn’t stop thrusting in tiny, short strokes despite having just come. He wanted more, but his body needed rest. He needed air for his oxygen deprived lungs but he couldn’t stop pushing. Couldn’t stop thrusting into the wet, tight heat that engulfed his cock.

 

With an effort borne of lust, he lifted up, his hands sliding down Rodney’s sweat covered back to his hips. He hung on, his hands clenching and unclenching as he took in great gulps of air. He couldn’t stop the unconscious movement of his hips. Rodney was pleading with him, his voice muffled by the sheets as he writhed at John’s touch. “So good. So full. Don’t stop.” He would pull away as if it was too much and then he would push back wanting more.

 

John tried to slow down, to stop his own frantic need. His hands trembling, he rubbed Rodney’s back in small soothing circles. “Shh. It’s okay.”

 

Rodney shook his head, sweat flinging from his matted hair. “Need you.”  John could see Rodney’s desperation; the tense line of his back, the heavy breathing, but even more so was the vivid blue of his eyes.

 

It would have been too easy to spread Rodney’s ass cheeks and watch as he slowly slid in and out, watching his cock pulse in his lover’s heat but Rodney’s desperation was too much and John couldn’t drag out his need any longer. Instead, he pulled out and sat back, wincing at Rodney’s long mewling moan at the loss. He was going to come again soon, he couldn’t stop the slow build or the way his balls pulled up tightly, at the sight before him. The need and desire pulsed through the bond and he growled, “Roll over.”

 

After several long seconds, his demand registered and Rodney rolled over. His cock was hard and leaking, blood red and throbbing. John slide up his shaking body, covering him and sliding into place between his thighs. He kissed his lover firmly, snaking his tongue into Rodney’s mouth as he rutted against him, needy and desperate to come again. To mark him as his. Nibbling his way down Rodney’s neck, the pressure built until he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t hold it back and he bit down as he came hard yet again.

 

Rodney’s hands scrabbled at his back, holding him tight as John was gripped by his orgasm. He was done in, and yet when Rodney rolled them both over, his mouth never leaving John’s, he could feel himself stirring again. He groaned, the pleasure of blood rushing to his cock almost painful. Rodney shifted, straddling him and John gripped his hips fiercely as Rodney settled, impaling himself on John’s cock.

 

John shook his head wildly. “Oh god, Rodney. Feels so good. Too much. Too tired.” His hands released Rodney’s hips as his lover lifted, fucking himself on John’s cock. John couldn’t move, too tired, too turned on to fight it. He slumped back into the bed, his limbs twitching involuntarily as Rodney rode him.

 

It went on forever and John was lost in it. Sensations rolled over him, leaving him breathless and panting. He came again and again as Rodney rose and fell on cock. and all he could manage was to lay there and take it.  Rodney was babbling, crying, begging desperately to come.  Sweat covered, he was oblivious to everything but his need for release.  John’s hips shot up and he came again, unable to stop his reaction to his lover’s need.  

 

Rodney was riding him hard, lifting up and dropping forcefully onto John’s cock, his face twisted with an expression bordering on pain. His cock was purple and leaking continuously. Despite Rodney’s efforts he couldn’t come or wouldn’t. Lifting his hand took a Herculean effort but John couldn’t let Rodney go on. Wrapping his hand around Rodney’s cock he looked up, whispering past the dryness in his throat, “Come for me, Rodney. You can come now.” He circled his fist, giving Rodney something to thrust into as he impaled himself.

 

Rodney’s head shot up, capturing John’s gaze and he froze, his whole body seized up and for several long seconds he didn’t breath. Then it started, a slow ripple building and building until Rodney threw his head back and let go an almost unnatural howl. The cock in his hand pulsed, swelling momentarily before a stream of semen spurted out, hitting John’s chest. The warm splatter and the sight above him was all it took and John was coming. He lifted up, grabbing Rodney’s hips, forcing his cock deeper into his lover’s ass as he came.

 

Rodney was still coming, his ass clenching down on John’s cock, drawing out his orgasm. Every time the tight ring of muscle gripped him, Rodney’s cock shot another stream onto John’s chest, stomach and hand. John continued to stroke Rodney’s cock, unable to stop the feedback loop, gasping as he milked Rodney dry, then beyond for that last little bit, feeling it tighten around his softening cock. When there was nothing left but the aftershock they collapsed in a heap, neither of them able to move beyond the harsh gasp for air.