Title: Sinful
By: writeslikeyoda
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Characters: Nick Stokes/Warrick Brown
Table: 3
Prompt 12: Pleasure
Word Count: 537
Rating: FRAO
Warning: This fic contains strongly graphic m/m slash. If that squiks you out then please don't read it okay?
Author's Notes: This fic is based in the AU world of Sylum Clan. If you don't know Sylum Clan...where have you been all this time? Anyway, its AU...Nick is a Roman General, Warrick a Pirate...leaders of a Vampire Clan...that's as basic as I can explain it...but go check out Sylum if you get the chance and it should explain things much better...
Notes #2: So a little voyeurism isn't a bad thing right?

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From the shadows, he stood watching. It was dark inside the club, but that didn't matter. He could see everything he needed to, and the figure sprawled out across the couch before him was more erotic than any fantasy could dream.

In nothing but the most sinfully tight black leather pants, the object of his lust was beautiful, reeking of sex, and just begging to be fucked.

The music drummed a powerful, primal rhythm through their bodies, pounding like the heart beats of the Chosen who were there that night, dancing in the mass of heaving, sweat soaked flesh that moved in fluid synchrony down on the floor below them.

The heat only intensified sensation, and he slowly licked his lips as a single bead of moisture trailed a path along his mate's smooth, tautly muscled chest. Later he would taste the sheen of perspiration that gleamed across the rich dark skin, and suck those tight, hard nipples into his mouth...

It had been so long since last they did this. Work had kept them busy. The Clan had occupied their time. For weeks they'd simply fallen into bed from sheer exhaustion and neglected the simple basic urge to feed from a warm, vibrant, living body. Cloned substitutes were fine, but they each felt the pull for fresh human blood, an urge that steadily grew too strong to be ignored.

And so the Vampire's hungry eyes followed every move as his mate exposed the neck of the Chosen he'd selected, and bit down into the pale, creamy flesh. Light and dark made for a powerful contrast. Had he breath to hold, he would've been panting in anticipation. Already he was growling softly, possessively, at the sight of his mate's fangs piercing skin.

Even the air it self was charged with excitement and though he knew just how it felt to have this man he lusted after, bite him, touch him, kiss him, caress him, suck him down into that hot and talented mouth, it seemed every fibre of his being thrummed with need at that moment. He stroked himself through his jeans, and let his head fall back against the wall, a small moan falling from his lips, yet still his gaze never once left Warrick.

He knew that sated looked in those passion darkened eyes, and smelt the arousal from his mate so strongly, that when his pirate's clever, agile tongue snaked out to heal the bite marks it sent a tremulous shiver of delight all the way along Nick's spine.

He growled again, louder, fiercer, as the Vampire in his soul would no longer be denied. The Chosen stood and moved away. Warrick let her go once he was certain she was fine, and in less time than it took to blink, the General had pounced, pinning him back against the cushions.

No words were spoken.

One kiss, deep and hard told Warrick what was coming.

Nick turned him, flinging him over the back of the couch, stripping down those soft leather pants as he opened his jeans.

"Mine!" he snarled, and the Vampire claimed his mate without hesitation, slamming into the pliant body beneath him and fucking him senseless to the pounding relentless beat...

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