Pairing: Master/Luke (Ha! See? I can write something that isn't B/G!) Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: None, really. No, I mean really none at all. Summary: Vampire nooky... that's about it. Date Written: 6/1/03 Warning: M/M slashy goodness ahead, some *very* mild dominance games, brief mention of analinguis. Author's Notes: This is brought to you courtesy of Faithful Chickie's end of Buffy PWP fest. I always thought these two had some seriously slashy chemistry, but I could never come up with a plot. Thanks to this fun idea, I didn't have to. "Luke," the Master said wistfully. "Do you remember what sex was like?" The powerfully built vampire considered for a moment. "Vaguely," he answered gruffly. "It has been many years since I have copulated." "Hmmm... I would have thought decades, at least. It becomes so much trickier with permanent fangs. It keeps turning into just another meal." "You could ask Darla," Luke reminded him. "She is still capable of wearing a... human face." "Yes, and she was a professional when she lived. But I was bored with women long ago. It's always the same with them: fondle them, penetrate them, finish with them, and then listen to them whine eternally about whether or not you love them and appreciate them." He waved his hand impatiently. "I can't be bothered with all that. I just want to fuck." He looked his right hand man up and down appraisingly. "So, what about it, Luke," he asked suddenly. "What about... what, Master?" "Don't be stupid," the Master scolded. "What were we talking about? Do you want to fuck?" Luke thought for a long moment. At last he shrugged. "All right," he said. They paid no attention to the various minions around them as they undressed. Soon both were naked and the Master placed a strong hand on Luke's shoulder. "Kneel," he commanded. The other vampire obeyed. He found himself face-to-face with the limp and shriveled penis of his overlord. For a moment, he just stared at it, unsure how to respond to the situation. "Well," the Master huffed. "Don't just sit there. Make it hard." Luke took the flaccid member in his hand gingerly. He stroked it a bit timidly at first, but soon found a rhythm that seemed to work. He ignored the gathering crowd as he began to fist the slowly erecting cock in earnest. "Yes, that's good, Luke. It rises, as I shall rise to destroy the Earth! Oh, and don't forget my balls." A cool hand found its way to his scrotum and massaged it steadily. One finger moved back to rub softly at his perineum. His cock rose more. All around them, faint groans and tiny whimpers of growing sexual pleasure could be heard as more and more of the minions began to fondle themselves or those around them. Lick it," the Master ordered urgently. "Taste my flesh." Just as Luke bent his head, he felt a hand yank at his hair and found himself looking up at his overlord. "But no teeth, mind. I don't want this to hurt... me." Luke nodded silently and bent back to his work. His tongue flicked out and explored the length of the cock before him. He licked along the exposed veins, around the ridge at the base of the head, and, finally, tasted the tiny slit. All the while, his tepid hands kept up their pressure on his master's entire groin. By now, minions all around were busily having the best orgy any of them could remember. Few cared whether the vampire they pleasured was of the same or the opposite sex. Fingers, tongues, and cocks filled mouths, vaginas and asses with equal fervor. Suddenly, Luke was pulled from his task again. "Bend over," came the deceptively mild voice. "I'm ready to fuck you, now." He obeyed, as he did all his master's wishes. As soon as he knelt, he felt cold hands part his ass cheeks and a room-temperature tongue invade his bumhole. He groaned in excitement, nearly trembling as he awaited what he knew would come next. It wasn't a long wait. Luke moaned when he felt the head of his master's cock at his entrance. He did his best to relax the muscles and make the invasion easier. His own cock stood out long and hard, nearly brushing the ground. He wished someone would come and stroke or suck it to relieve the pressure, but he never wanted this to end, either. Meanwhile, his master thrust in and out of his buttocks with increasing speed. Both grunted and moaned as the speed increased. Luke's hand moved to his cock of its own accord. He needed to feel a hand on it, and he didn't mind it being his own. He matched his speed to that of the cock in his bum. "Fuck me, fuck me," he said over and over, like a mantra. "Fuck me harder." The Master slammed into Luke a few more times, then gave a cry as his seed spilled into his right hand man's rump. Seconds later, another triumphant cry signaled the other vampire's orgasm. Both fell to the ground, exhausted. They lay there for a few moments, then looked around themselves. The joyful copulation on every hand continued unabated. Couples, threesomes, and larger knots of vampire lovers fornicated on every side. The Master scowled as he rose and put his clothes back on. "They really have no self control," he observed sadly. "Oh, and Luke?" The other vampire looked up hopefully. "Put some pants on. I probably won't want sex again for another century or two. Still, if you're around then, I might just call you." He shook his head again at all the sex around him. What was the point of it all?