It needed only a short while for their eyes to lock, for some time not a single word being uttered. "Greedy bastard." Cherosh grinned, baring his fangs again and giving Matthew a more than clear glare. He wanted to take this necromancer with force, again and again, if it had to be. Though, he somehow wasn't really in the mood to let the smaller raven-head have his way. "Being banged through the kitchen table wasn't good enough for you, huh?"
Matthew rolled his eyes as well as his hips against the half-vampire's. "Shut it. You are at least as eager as me, so don't even try to put yourself on a higher level." Cherosh laughed lowly, grabbing Matthew's ass cheeks and almost digging his nails into the tender skin. It made the necromancer bite his lower lip, the stinging sensation of the bloodsucker's claws spicing things up a little. "So, what do you want now, as the table has gotten... well, unsatisfying?"
Wherever the vampire had learned to talk like that, Matthew hoped he would soon cut that out. Concerning dirty talk, Cherosh had no clue how to do it right. "You are such a creative one, and surely will come up with something." he taunted the halfblood, provoking a low, rumbling growl. Just the right thing, as it had seemed to be. Cherosh suddenly rose, with the necromancer still on his arms. "You so piss me off, you know that?"
Before Matthew could have countered anything, the halfbreed had pinned him roughly to the wall, spreading the necromancer to an almost unbearable degree. Being quite a masochist, though, included even liking this, so the necromancer didn't mind this overly rough treatment – not even as Cherosh slammed into him, which would have caused quite some to scream. But well, he wasn't 'quite some', but far from average indeed.
Paired with the wall scraping against his back, the sensation of the other male invading him this roughly robbed Matthew of his breath, making his screams a choked version not instantly being recognised as the pleasured yells they were. As soon as Cherosh sank his fangs into his shoulder, there was nothing to be heard of the necromancer at all, being too wrapped up in the insane lust and pain rushing over his body.
It was the necromancer's luck to be one of the most powerful of his trade, with the ability to heal himself. Otherwise, the poison of the halfbreed threatening to damage his circulation would have been a more than serious threat. Like this, though, it was just adding to the onslaught of pain and pleasure alike, turning Matthew into Cherosh's plaything. Struggling now, but still a toy.
The necromancer's fingers curled almost painfully strong, his nails breaking as he was scraping against the wall behind him. The tension between the urge to get away from all of this pain and at the same time to savour it and get more out of it was unbelievable, causing the necromancer to utter some sounds beyond human language. The former regret of having stumbled across a halfbreed like Cherosh was becoming weaker with the minutes passing, with every rocking movement.
"Enjoying it?" Cherosh's voice had taken on a perfectly sadistic tone, accompanied by a soft hissing. The necromancer barely had realised that the halfbreed had yanked his fangs out of his shoulder. Pinpricks of pain still were shooting throug the wounded spot, though it was much more bearable than with the ivory fangs deeply burried into it. "Tell me, freak, you like it?"
Robbed of his ability to speak coherently, Matthew was merely able to make a mewing sound, offering his neck once more to the halfbreed. Somehow, the pain of being bitten this deeply was too addicting to stop already. Plus, his submissive mode was something hard to get rid of. Especially now, as the halfbreed was treating him with this much rudeness. He would have preferred it an other way, but thinking was something much too difficult at this moment.
Taking the offer the necromancer was giving him, Cherosh once more dug his fangs into the necromancer's skin, grinding his teeth in to the point of scraping over bone. He opened several large blood vessels with this bite, causing Matthew's body to violently convulse and forcing the necromancer over the edge. Squeezing that hard around the halfbreed, Matthew got Cherosh to empty himself, too, but he still wasn't done with the other.
Taking it a little slower, though not in the least less painful, Cherosh groaned into Matthew's ear, licking on the wound after some time. His saliva was helping the healing process, and even without his natural healing abilities, Matthew soon would have been ridden of the wound. Exhaustion was starting to show, and therefore, Cherosh let go of the necromancer. The only problem was that he still had a quite hard boner...
"Dont' you dare to touch me now..." the halfbreed growled at Matthew, who had sagged against the wall and still needed some time to recover from the violent fuck he had received. Flopping down on the leather armchair once more, Cherosh leaned back his head, gasping for air, while his insides protested heavily against the still erect problem of his. But there was no way he would go on with the necromancer.
Though, the halfbreed didn't get to the point of deciding how to kill his erection. Matthew had gotten up again, only to nudge Cherosh's thighs apart a little and lick along the halfbreed's erection. Growling, the taller raven-head wanted to push away Matthew, though failed as his strength left him the instant Matthew closed his lips around the halfbreed's boner.
"You... freaking moron!" Cherosh gasped, tempted to bite his lower lip. "Stop me." the necromancer whispered before once more bowing down and sucking in more of the halfbreed, making Cherosh's hips buck involuntarily. "You still are a moron." Matthew glanced up at the halfbreed with an annoyed expression, pulling away again. "If you go on calling me that, I will make sure to give you head until you're drained for days. So be nice and shut up."
Cherosh didn't believe the necromancer one moment. "Yeah, sure. You and giving me a blowjob like that. Just let the fuck go of me, moron." That had been a mistake, as in that instant, Matthew bit down around the base of Cherosh's member, to the point of drawing blood. Yelping at the pain, the halfbreed almost shot up on his feet. "Fuck fuck fuck, stop that!"
Smirking, Matthew lifted his head again, trailing his finger along the bitewound to heal it. "I told you to stop calling me a moron. Now behave already. You'll only make it worse." As having been confronted with the consequences of constantly calling the necromancer a 'moron', Cherosh made an unhappy sound, leaning back and just enduring the sucking. He was oversensitive after his climaxes, sweating and shuddering. Never thought a blowjob could be this painful. Fuck that...
Biting back a groan, Cherosh released into Matthew's mouth, his vision slightly blurred in the tsunami of an aftermath. "Are you sensitive towards sunlight?" Cherosh blinked away the veil keeping him from seeing clearly, his glare having lost most of it's threatening shimmer as he looked up and down Matthew. The necromancer was smirking in a pretty smug way, and the last stains of white around his mouth vanished as he licked around with his pretty tongue.
"No. I just get sunburnt easily. That's all." The halfbreed had used a quite sarcastic tone, though there was the hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks. A rather interesting fact indeed, it made Matthew's smirk a little worse. "Ey, don't grin at me, you freak." Cherosh snarled, resting his forearms over his eyes again. He didn't want to put up another fight against the necromancer. Not if he could only lose.
"So I don't have to worry about you burning to a heap of ash, I take it?" Cherosh gave Matthew a rather annoyed look at that. "Please don't tell me you believe that a vampire can die that way." He had risen an eyebrow questioningly, only to provoke a snicker. "Ah, forget it. A freak can't be impressed by anything, I guess."
After a short silence, Matthew patted Cherosh's shoulder. "You could go upstairs, you know. There would be a spare room." The halfbreed snorted, shaking his head. "I can't fucking move. You drained me with giving me had. An almost too good job." At that, the other raven-head merely snatched an apple from the fruit basket. "Years of practise make perfect. You won't find anyone else able to suck it like that."
A smile cracked the angered mask on the halfbreed's face, giving Cherosh an oddly amused expression. "A freak indeed." He managed to get up, though his legs protested quite some, just to snatch Matthew and pull the mildly suprised necromancer into his lap, murring in content. "Nice like that. You'll stay right here..."
Even though the halfbreed hadn't looked like the nice type, Matthew had to admit it was nice to snuggle after sex. It had an oddly comforting effect on him, to curl up a bit in the vampire's embrace. Plus, the purring sound coming from the vampire's chest was making him feel protected, in an odd way. He should be acting more sanely around Cherosh – which would start to not like the purring sounds the vampire made.
"I still hate you, don't you mistake me there." The halfbreed was now occupied with Matt's neck again, but kept it nice and merely nibbled softly on the other's skin, not biting. "That's fine with me." the necromancer gave back, snickering lowly. "I'm not use to people liking me, anyways." While stating this, he tilted his head a bit, to bare more of his throat for the halfbreed. No matter if full or half, no vampire could resist a nice neck.
After a while, Cherosh sunk back against the chair, inhaling and then sighing. "I'm done. You used up all of my stamina." Grinning, Matthew turned around enough to take a good look at the other male's exhausted face. "All drained?" Cheorsh nodded, pulling Matthew closer. Their bare skin making contact (and saving body warmth, most importantly) was feeling nice, provoking more murring sounds from the vampire.
They both relaxed, eventually, Matthew still with this self-confident grin plastered to his face, Cherosh's expression basically empty and unreadable. "You want to sleep or what?" the necromancer asked just as the halfbreed yawned lowly, his jaw giving off a snapping sound and his now tiny fangs well visible. "Yeah... guess so." Cherosh muttered, nuzzling his nose into Matthew's curly hair and soon dozing off.
As Cherosh began snoring, Matthew grabbed himself a pillow, stuffing it between him and the halfbreed. Nothing against the well-trained body, but it was a tad too hard to comfortably rest against. Maybe it was to be blamed on Cherosh being a half-breed... but oh well. For today, he had had his fill, and as the necromancer began drifting off, too, he felt like there still was going to be a damn lot of trouble coming his way.