Blood and Kisses

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Summary: In the dark of night at the track, sometimes dark things come out to play.

AUTHOR: MystikHeather
EMAIL: mystikheather@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17, with dark themes and blood play
CHARACTERS: Jimmie Johnson/Greg Biffle, Greg POV
CATEGORY: AU
WORD COUNT: 2,380
DISCLAIMER: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Inspired by some very good threading going on over at hok_thread.
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The loud crack of thunder that lights up the sky and the nearly empty garage is almost enough to mask a secondary crack, that sound of skin meeting skin as my hand connects with Jimmie’s cheek.  Watch his body crumple and follow through with a swift kick to his ribs, hard, not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to make sure that he feels it for a few days.  Smirk as I listen to him moan softly in pain, his knees curling up to his chest, his eyes squeezed closed as he wheezes softly for breath. 

“Perfect.”  My voice low, smooth, bordering on cold.  A tone I’ve perfected over the years, loving how it makes the shiver roll across his skin.  His fear is evident, so much so that I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.  Eyes focuse on his neck, watching his pulse, pretending that I can see the veins constricting, pumping the blood that feeds his life. 

Move closer to him and crouch down, one knee touching the floor as I reach out and let my fingers run through his hair, gently, almost a soothing motion.  Wait for him to catch his breath and start to relax before I tighten my grip, smirking at his yelp of pain as I stand and pull him with me, his heels scraping the floor as he struggles for purchase, finally able to twist on his knees.  Just like a good pet, he knows, he remember that on his knees is where I like him.  He learned once a long time ago never to stand in my presence without my permission.  Was cured of that notion when I chained him down in a kneeling position for 36 hours.  When I finally released him, his muscles so locked up that he couldn’t stand for another full day after that.

There’s just something about gazing down into those deep brown eyes as he gazes up at me.  Something about his head being at the perfect level for me to be able to run my fingers through baby soft hair.  Something about the complete submission that the position implies that makes my heart race, my body twitch. 

Lick my lips and it’s all I can do to keep myself from tasting him.  I’ve sampled hundreds of mortals, and this one is simply the sweetest one that I’ve come across.  Sweeter even than my first.  Stifle a soft moan as I lean down and nuzzle against his neck, tongue darting out to trace along that vein. Moan as I feel him stiffen, hear his own soft moan as his body responds to my simple touch.  He has an addiction to me now, one that he’ll never admit but that he can’t escape.  A connection between the two of us formed after I’d fed from him for the third time, one that would only be broken when one of us was dead.

Inhale deeply of his scent, letting it wash across my senses, then suddenly jerk back.  Eyes blaze as I push him back hard, watching as he nearly cracks his head on the floor, barely catching himself on time.  “How dare you!” 

Can literally feel the anger bleeding from me as I stand over him, fists clenched, almost shaking with fury.  Watch as the fear fills his eyes.  Not fear of me, fear of what I’ve figured out.  That secret that he so obviously was trying to hide under expensive cologne. 

“I-I’m s-sorry – “

Yank him to his feet by his hair, not caring that a few strands let go, ending up in a small clump in my hand.  Can’t believe that he thought I wouldn’t smell him on him.  Know just who it is.  The crew chief.  The one who suspects that something is going on that he doesn’t understand.  The one who is frequently poking around in areas he knows nothing about.  In areas that if he knew what was good for him he’d steer clear of. 

The crew chief that I told him in no uncertain terms that if I ever smelled on his skin again, I’d kill.  Apparently my pet has forgotten that last little rule.  No…he hasn’t forgotten.  He knew good and well what he was doing.  Otherwise why would he have tried to cover it up.

Push him forward, hard, not caring that he stumbles.  Know that he knows where to go.  Not to his coach but to mine.  My million dollar mansion on wheels, complete with blacked out windows and sound-proofed walls. 

Let my eyes bore into his back and know he can feel the weight of my stare as I follow him, making him lead the entire time.  The punishment is much sweeter when the victim knowingly walks himself into it.  When he has time to think about what he knows is coming, his mind works itself into a frenzy. 

Stop behind him as he pauses outside of my door, close my eyes, and take a long slow breath as the sound of his pounding heart washes over me. 

“I can smell your fear…but it’s not just fear is it my little pet…”  Nearly groaning as I inhale his scent, and have to force myself not to jump him right then and there.  No…no this evening was already planned, and I’m not about to deviate, even if it means waiting for a few extra minutes. 

Step up right behind him, pressing him against the door, and brush lips across his neck, over that pulsing vein.  Snake my hand down the front of his body, down his stomach, across him.  Feeling him twitch beneath my touch, and chuckle darkly.  “That’s what I thought…” 

Pull back from him, giving him some space, and motion for him to go inside, as I close the door and flip the lock shut once he does.  Watch as he slowly turns to face me, knowing that my eyes are flashing, practically glowing in the darkness, and enjoy the slight increase of breaths that he’s taking. 

“Strip.” 

His sharp increase of breath, and I know he’s about to argue with me.  Hold up my finger, shake my head in warning, and take pleasure in the fact that he just bites his tongue.  He slowly starts to remove each and every article of clothing, taking his time, just like he knows I like it.  Purr softly as I reach over to open the blinds slightly, just enough to let the moonlight pour into the coach and bath his skin in pale light. 

Move closer to him, pacing around him in a small circle, nearly brushing against him in the small space.  Press behind him again, loving how his shoulders tense when he can’t see me.  “You’re so beautiful in the moonlight my little pet…your skin practically glows…”  Reach out and brush my fingertips so lightly down his back, down his arms, watching as goose bumps almost immediately rise on his flesh. 

Lean in and nip at his neck, not breaking skin, not yet.  Purr against his ear, “Bedroom…on the bed…on your back.”  Step back to give him room to move, again admiring the view presented as he follows my instructions.  For a brief moment, I miss the fight I used to get whenever I tried to take him…but this absolute submission is beautiful as well. 

Slowly start to divest myself of my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt and let it flutter to the floor behind me.  Stop at the end of the bed and gaze at his perfect form laid out for me while I strip out of my pants.  Voice grows slightly darker, lower, “So…so fucking beautiful…and completely mine…”  

Crawl up onto the foot of the bed, smirking softly as he parts his legs for me to slip between them, fangs flashing in the darkness.  “Such a good little pet.”  Crawl up between his legs until I can press my hips against his.  Run my hands down his arms until they wrap around his wrists and hold them against the bed at his sides.  Nuzzle at his neck until he turns his head to the side for me, then sucks softly at his skin, rocking my hips slowly against his until I feel him growing hotter, harder beneath me. 

“Tell me who can make you feel good besides me, pet?” My voice is low, commanding an answer.

“No one…” his voice is breathy as I start to move down his body again, planting soft kisses and bites down his chest.  Pause to let a fang graze across a nipple and listen to his breath hitch in his throat.  “Only y-you Greg…”

I hear the hesitation but for tonight I will let it go.  Hands still hold his wrists down as I slip between his legs, nipping across his hip, to his inner thigh.  Finally release one wrist after a harsh squeeze to show him to leave it where it is.  Wrap my fingers around his hot flesh and start to stroke him slowly.  Feel him quickly getting worked up, growing slick in my hand.  Growl softly, “Tell me what you want Jimmie.”

Again the hesitation, but eventually as I drag my nails across him I get what I want.  “B-bite me…”  His voice is barely discernable by the end of his sentence, but he knows that without the final word he’ll get nothing more.  “Please…”

Moan softly as I sink my fangs into his tender flesh, nicking the vein in his leg, and the sweet taste of his blood nearly overwhelms me as it floods across my tongue.  Start to stroke him faster as I pull at his flesh, drinking deeply from him. Listen as his moans grow louder and his breaths come faster.  His free hand comes off the bed to tangle in my hair, not to pull me away but to hold me down against him, and for that reason alone I allow him that small freedom. 

Feel him twitching in my hand and so I move faster, my own body starting to grow hot and heavy between my legs as his warm blood fills me.  Pull back just in time to gaze up at his face as I force him over that edge.  Feel his come hot and slick on my hand as his hips come off the bed, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. 

Slowly shift up his body again as he tries to catch his breath, fingers slick with his release and press against his entrance, quickly stretching him open.  Strok myself a few times before I push into him, stealing whatever breath he’s managed to find. 

My own voice is a hoarse cry as I feel him so tight around me, and I pump hard and deep into him as I grab his wrists and pin his hands over his head.  Dig my nails in harshly until I hear his yelp of pain, all of this about my own pleasure now.  Want him trapped and helpless beneath me as I take my pleasure from his body.   

Lean down and kiss him harshly, wanting to steal his breath from him, and slice his bottom lip open with my fangs.  Hips move faster, harder as his blood fills my mouth again, and I feel him harden beneath me as I press against that sweet spot over and over again.  His blood gives me an almost euphoric feeling, and though I always want it to last longer, I give into the pleasure.  Come hard inside of him, bringing him off for a second time as I rock against him and fill him until it feels like his body won’t be able to take anymore. 

Pull out of him slowly and take my mouth from his at the same time.  Smirk as I gaze down at his glazed eyes, his bloodied lips.  Lean down and purr against his ear, “Such a perfect little whore for me, aren’t you…” 

Don’t get an answer, but then I never really expect one.  Climb off the bed, feeling refreshed and more alive than I have in over a week, a feeling I only get with him.  Slip into the bathroom, quickly cleaning myself up before moving back into the bedroom and pulling my clothes back on.  Pause to gaze at him.  He still lies in the same position on the bed, though he has drawn his hands down to rest on his stomach.  His eyes watch me, still glazed with the passion he’ll blame me for making him feel.

Grin wide as I look upon him, seeing him shiver at my intense gaze.  Slowly walk around the bed and lean over him, watching as his eyes widen.  Know I’ve caught him off guard by changing the routine just this little bit.  Let my lips brush against his and moan soft, “I’ll be seeing you around Jimmie…I definitely won’t wait as long next time…”

Chuckle darkly as I finally leave him, slipping from my coach and into the black night.  Even the moon has hidden behind the clouds now.  He’ll be gone long before I get back, stumbling weakly to his own safe haven.  Eyes narrow as I wonder if he’d dare to go to Chad’s coach instead. 

Shove my hands in my pockets, eyes flashing in anger as I head off in the opposite direction than I had originally intended and stop in front of a coach similar to Jimmie’s.  Growl soft as I stare at the bedroom window.  Close my eyes and breath deep, tasting his scent just on the other side of the thin glass. 

Glance down at my own coach for the briefest moment before I step up to Chad’s door.  I know I can’t enter, but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave a mark.  A small cross, upside down on the bottom left corner of the door.  A warning my pet had better heed if he knows what’s good for him. 

My jaw clenches but I force myself to step away and head out into the night, knowing I must feed one more time before I can retire for the day.  Run my tongue over my fangs, still tasting him in my mouth. 

Growl softly, my voice disappearing in the crisp night air.  “Mine…”

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