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Valentine's Surprise by Delilah deSora [Reviews - 0] 
Do not open until Valentine's Day ~.^ Unless you're like Vance and can't wait *laughs* Valentine's Surprise By: Delilah deSora ** Vance was up to something. Kel watched him slip out into the night, oblivious to the mate who watched him from the upstairs window. Folding his arms across the sill Kel watched the young sire disappear into the night, wondering where he was sneaking off to. Whatever he was doing he made it quick for he would always return in the time it would have taken him to feed but he came smelling of other things, things Kel couldn’t quite place but things that had nothing to do with feeding. The father chewed on the edge of his thumb nail as he shut the window and wandered back into the bedroom. He trusted his mate but it worried him. He hated it when the head strong sire did things without telling him. Vance was young and prone to stupidity. He didn’t like the thought of the sire getting into a fight he couldn’t handle and being left alone in their home wondering why his mate had not returned before the sun had risen. Kel threw up his hands with a disgusted sigh. He just needed something to take his mind off of it. Reaching out he striped the bed of its covers, wrinkling his nose at the scent as he rolled them up. Dragging them downstairs he stuffed them in the washer, pouring soap on them before setting the machine running. He laughed softly, recalling his mate’s frown as he stared at the bottles on the market’s shelves, looking thoroughly out of place as they shopped. Domesticating his mate had been a very amusing task. But Vance had picked up on it quickly and now he could even trust the sire to scamper off to the market for him with a list and come back nine times out of ten with the correct items. Brushing his palms against his sides he found their clothes already folded, proof that his mate had already taken that job upon himself. Kel laughed softly, wishing privately that they had dishes to wash or food to cook for the image of his mate in an apron in the kitchen sent him into peals of laughter but also interested other parts of him that had nothing to do with imagination. With a sigh he glanced around himself but could think of nothing else to do. Shrugging he peeled off his clothes and labored up the stairs, shaking his head in annoyance at the small bit of weakness as he started a bath. He glanced in the mirror, squinting at his reflection in the almost blinding brightness of the light. He didn’t look any different but he felt different. Sniffing in distain he climbed into the bath, hissing as he sunk down in molten heat, chasing away the chill. He sank down to his chin in the water, using his toes to twist the faucet shut before the water overflowed the edges and dumped down onto the floor. Closing his eyes he yawned and dozed in the heat. ** Vance peeked around the edge of the door. His mate was no where in sight and when he cocked his head he didn’t hear him. Grinning he slunk inside, dragging his bags with him. They crinkled annoyingly and he hissed softly at them. The stairs creaked under his step and he winced with every creak and crack. At the top he saw the light peeking under the door to the bathroom and he quietly set his load aside so that when he pushed the door open his mate would not see. Kel glanced up at him from under drooping lids and greeted him with a yawn. Laughing Vance grinned wolfishly at him. “Give me a minute and I’ll join you.” He said, earning a snort from his mate. Closing the door he snatched up the bags and dragged them to the bedroom. The bed had already been stripped and he grinned at the bit of good luck. He closed the door and locked it before diving into the bags and pulling out what he needed. ** Kel opened an eye, glancing at the common wall shared by the bedroom and bathroom. Had that been the lock? Shaking his head he pushed the thought away and searched for the drain. Water drained from the bathtub and he quickly replaced it with hot water, shivering until it filled back up. Satisfied he sank back down, closing his eyes in bliss. There was a loud curse from the bedroom and he frowned, cocking his head to listen. There was an awful lot of movement going on in there and he wondered about it. He heard a very audible growl followed by a somewhat triumphant laugh and he shifted, leaning against the side of the tub as he listened to what sounded like a battle between his mate and plastic. “What the hell is he up to?” Kel wondered, debating on whether or not he should get up to find out. More rustling and growling and he let his head drop. Whatever it was sounded messy and honestly, he didn’t want to deal with it right that minute. ** “Well?” Vance demanded, glancing at the small creature that perched on the bedside. The breed shrugged. “Looks fine to me.” Vance grinned. “Good! Now get the hell out of here!” The breed snatched the money the man tossed him and snorted at the humanoid creature. “Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled, fluttering towards the open window. Vance slammed it shut behind the creature, turning back to the bedroom with a toothy grin. “All right . . .” He cackled and rubbed his hands together, practically prancing towards the bathroom. ** Kel cracked open an eye as all the hot air suddenly rushed out of the room and was replaced by unforgivably cold air. His mate peeked around the corner and he scowled at him. “Stop letting all the hot air out!” He snapped. Vance stepped fully into the room, having to adjust slightly for the wings and closed the door. Kel blinked. Wings? Sitting up the father stared at the sire, who puffed up his chest and posed slightly for him, showing off a pair of small glittery white feathered wings strapped to his back. “What are those?” Kel asked, feeling his eyes go impossibly wide. His mate grinned evilly. “I’m cupid! See? I even have a bow around my arrow!” He winked lewdly and gestured downwards. Kel immensely enjoyed the view traveling from the broad shoulders down over the tight stomach but when he got to where his mate pointed he felt himself blush furiously as he tore his gaze away. Vance hadn’t been lying, there was indeed a big scarlet bow tied about his . . . arrow . . . Vance laughed at his mate’s sudden embarrassment. “Come on, baby, its Valentine’s Day right? Let old cupid have a little fun!” Kel shook his head. “I don’t know you!” He growled, even as arms caught him under his and pulled him up out of the bath. Vance snickered as he pulled out a towel and toweled off his mate. “Ah but cupid knows you!” Kel found himself herded down the short hallway and into the bedroom where he discovered what all the fighting with the plastic had been about. There were rose petals scattered all over the bed and where Vance had managed to find bedding with big giant hearts all over it he had no idea. Arms wrapped about his waist, pulling him back against the velvet bow which crushed against his butt. “Like it?” Vance asked, nuzzling his neck. Kel laughed softly, turning in the grasp and wrapping his arms about his mate’s neck. “Where’s my violins?” He teased. Vance fumbled with something on the door-side table and suddenly violins symphonied them. Kel turned his head, staring at the music player that hadn’t been there before as his mate picked him up and carried him to the bed. Kel laughed softly as he was lowered to the bed. “You thought of everything didn’t you?” He teased. His mate preened. Laughing Kel reached out to tug on the giant bow. “Come on, you.” Vance was more then happy to obey. Kel groaned as his mate’s tongue dipped into his mouth. The ends of the bow brushed across the insides of his thighs as his mate moved over him and he gasped, parting his legs slightly. His hands brushed over the rose petals and the softness of the velvet bedcover pleased him despite its garish pattern. Vance pulled away and Kel groaned as he licked the edge of his chin before laving a wet trail down his chest to latch onto a nipple. He cried out softly, burying his hands in his mate’s black hair as Vance nipped and licked at the sensitive area. His eyes opened and he stroked the black hair from his mate’s face as Vance nursed from him a moment before staring up at him from under dark lashes and moving to torment the other nipple. Kel arched and shrieked as Vance growled and pounced on it, catching it between sharp teeth and tugging. His body stirred sluggishly but he was suddenly taunt and needy as his mate growled over the treat, chewing and tugging at it. Finally his mate threw back his head, staring down at him predatorily and suddenly not looking at all ridiculous despite the wings. Kel reached up, clawing the offending straps from his mate’s shoulder and the wings fell away, forgotten before they even struck the ground. Kel slid down, catching his mate’s hard organ between his lips and suckling upon it as he plucked at the ribbon, yanking it off and making his mate grunt. Long fingers stroked the freed flesh even as he took his mate as best he could. Hands caught his, crushing his wrists together and he pulled back, growling as he pulled back. The scarlet ribbon was wrapped about his wrists and he struggled as they tied to the head board. From between his arms he stared up at his mate, baring fangs silently. The sire sniffed and shook the long back mane out of his face as he studied his mate. Long sharp nails ran over the pale chest, clawing hard enough to leave red welts where his hands passed. Kel arched and gasped, his tongue flickering out to wet his lips as he did so. Growling deep in his throat Vance moved back, brushing his hands up the insides of his mate’s thighs, grinning as they parted for him and pulled back, giving him access to his mate’s most precious area. He bent down, licking the half hard flesh. He felt his mate tremble beneath him, keening softly. He liked his mate like this, small and soft. He took him in his mouth, teasing him with his tongue until his mate begged wordlessly. Only then did he let him slip from his mouth to move lower. He positioned himself at the impossibly small opening and set about coaxing it to open for him. His mate panted helplessly as he was teased, eventually relaxing and opening for him as he wished. Crawling up his mate’s body he positioned himself at the entrance, slowly, so slowly pushing into the precious vessel. Vance caught his mate’s head in his hand, cradling it as he arched his back, baring his neck. Fangs sunk into his neck, his mate’s mouth drawing the stolen blood free of his body. Against their stomachs he felt his mate’s organ stir to life and he grinned, pulling back only to slide back into his mate’s body. He shifted his descent and was rewarded with a scream of pleasure that nearly deafened him. Satisfied that he’d found the right position he took control, driving his mate insane with his conquest. Kel struggled against his bonds, wanting to cling to his mate, to ride him faster and faster. His mate filled him to the breaking point and every time he pulled out his body screamed at the emptiness it left behind. Then the thick organ would push back into him, spreading him, making his body tense at its invasion. “Faster!” He snarled and his mate rewarded him with a snarl, telling him the sire would move faster when it satisfied him to do so. Fortunately his mate seemed to be in the same boat as he for it wasn’t long before his mate was driving into him frantically, golden eyes squeezed shut as he panted and growled. Kel bit down on his mate’s shoulder, pushing back against him as the sire snarled at the sudden pain but he refused to be dislodged and finally he felt the sire shudder and coolness blossomed deep within him. Knuckles brushed against his cock and Kel came, staining them both with the force of his release as he shuddered beneath his mate. They lay like that for a long time, simply panting as their hearts raced and their muscles twitched. Finally Kel pulled out of his mate’s shoulder, licking the wounds he’d left there. Vance turned his head, catching him in a kiss as the sire lapped the blood from his mouth. Pushing himself up on shaking arms Vance tore off the ribbon and Kel hissed as his mate pulled from his body. He felt liquid seeping from between his legs, undoubtedly staining a pink heart but not caring. An arm wrapped about his waist and he rolled onto his side, allowing his mate to pull him tight against his stomach. Kel smiled sleepily, burying his face against the pillow. Something was put in front of him and he stared at the bright red teddy bear. He laughed softly and reached out to run his fingers through the soft fur. “I’m not really into such things.” He warned. He felt his mate shrug. “The baby will like it.” Kel froze. “Baby?” He heard his mate’s soft laughter and felt Vance nuzzle the back of his neck. “Mmm.” He agreed. Kel closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on as he realized the truth in his mate’s words. “Just think,” Vance murmured, “Next year at this time we’ll be getting ready for me to bring our baby into the world.” Kel’s eyes snapped open and he wondered if it was too late to try to find a nice doctor to help him with that. From the way his mate’s arms tightened about him he suspected it was. “Son of a . . .” He hissed. He felt his mate grin against the back of his neck. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Kel sighed staring at the eternally cheerful teddy bear and unable to chase the smile growing across his face. “Thank you.” He whispered. From behind him his mate only laughed and held him tighter. |
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