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seriousficTitle: Release the tension
Fandom: The Hollows/Blade: The Series
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,166
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy/Chase, references to Chase/Krista
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susurrusnight betaed this (awesomely). Here is a refresher course on who Chase is, for those of you who never watched Blade - apparently there were a lot of you, :( - but don't want to miss out on the hotness.
Summary: If anyone asked, Rachel would tell them she always hoped Ivy would find someone else she could cuddle up to. Just maybe not the most ruthless, patronizing, and sexy vampire on the West Coast.
I’ve had a lot of sick freaks in my house. Demons. Vampire masters. Trent. But none of them pissed me off as much as Chase.
I’d heard of her, of course. Boss of Los Angeles, a vamp going back pre-Turn. Lots of rumors. That she’d killed her sire and taken his place. That the slayer Krista Starr took marching orders from her, one of those “I scratch your back, you scratch mine” arrangements. That Chase and Krista scratched a lot of each others’ itches.
All that, I could deal with. I was used to dealing with scum. But the way Ivy had skimmed past me to get the door when she rang, pulling me out of my appreciation of Libba Bray’s bodice-ripping… then I poked my head out of the living room to see Ivy was definitely dressing up, a black gown clinging to her ass and revealing plenty of her back.
“Didn’t know it was Rynn-fest again,” I said, my little bon mot for ‘strategy meetings’ with her sugar daddy.
“Shut up,” she hissed, clearly not in the mood. Which made me wonder, because when was Ivy ever not in the mood for me?
She opened the door and stepped back, hands clasped behind her back. I felt the aura she was pulling, the kind of thing an excited puppy would make. And Chase stepped inside.
She was blonde, pale, beautiful by vamp standards. Or by anyone’s standards. Elegant, with a halter top and skintight leather pants functional enough to bear her through combat, covered by a fur coat that probably cost more than I did. She ran a hand over Ivy’s face familiarly, kinda like I had done a few times when we were all BFF, only I never nudged a finger along her lips to open them and inspect her fangs. It reminded me of one of those racist old movies about a sheik and his pornographically-inclined slaves. I was going to have to stop renting Jenks those.
Ivy began to bow, but Chase cupped her chin and forced her head back up to look into her eyes. They whispered animatedly for a few seconds before Chase looked at me. She smiled, then gave Ivy a sisterly kiss. Or, not at all sisterly, unless you’re the kind of family that occasionally gropes each others’ asses.
Like I said. Scum.
I cleared my throat. “Ivy, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”
“I think you know who I am, dear.” Chase gentlemanly took Ivy’s hand and walked her into the living room, where I pretended to be absorbed in my romance.
I heard the leather of the chair across from me whisper as Chase sat down. With her hand curving over the small of Ivy’s back, she whispered the name of a very expensive vamp wine Ivy had inherited, then watched Ivy walk to the kitchen to fetch it. Her eyes were openly appreciative, tongue wetting her lips.
“Delicious, isn’t she?” Chase asked, with the solicitous ‘fuck you’ of a girl in high school.
Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have looked up from my book. “I wouldn’t know.”
“You would, if you were a bit more… open?” Chase’s simmering accent on that last word made it clear she wasn’t just talking about narrow-mindedness.
I fumed and buried my nose in the book. At least from Bray, I knew what to…
Wait, Pippa was gay for Felicity? Felicity was gay for Pippa!
Ivy returned with the bottle and two glasses. I automatically reached for one, but Ivy froze me with a look. There was a black rim to her eyes. “Rachel, it’s blooded wine. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh yeah. Of course.” I knew that.
I poured for both of them, then delivered the glass to Chase’s outstretched hand. Chase smiled and thanked me in the profusely meaningless manner of an aristocrat, then beckoned for Ivy to sit.
Ivy made for the couch when Chase froze her.
“No need to stand on ceremony, my love.” She patted her lap.
Giving me a chagrinned look that couldn’t quite hide her excitement, Ivy turned around, walked back to Chase, and sat down on her lap.
“There’s a good girl,” Chase said, her voice low enough to make me wonder what vamp pillow talk was like. She took a ginger sip with one hand while using the other to play with Ivy like a doll, fingers teasing hair out of Ivy’s carefully-arranged braid or tugging her dress in ways modesty didn’t intend.
“I’ll tell her,” Ivy said, eyes slipping closed as Chase’s lips connected with her spine, lower and lower. “Rachel. I’m going to work for Chase.”
I stopped fidgeting with my hands, trying to ignore the base-stealing going on in front of me. “What?”
“It’s a very lucrative contract,” Ivy purred. She realized what she was doing and straightened up, cuing Chase to stop her exploration. “Nothing will change. I’ll just be out of town more often, helping Chase on business.”
“Ivy will be working exclusively for me,” Chase said, her voice slinking out of her throat as she spindled her fingers on Ivy’s knee. One by one they shimmied along Ivy’s skin, until they’d closed on the hem of Ivy’s skirt. “I’m more than prepared to compensate her for her… many talents.”
Okay, so it was a business deal. No different than all the times I’d worked with Trent. So why were they being so damn slinky about it? Stupid vampires. Everything had to be all sex and biting. And I needed to stop looking at the garter Chase had unveiled by pulling on Ivy’s dress. Who even wore garters anymore?
Unfortunately, when I looked up, I saw Chase watching me watch Ivy. She gave me a conspiratorial wink and inched the dress up further. I could see a flash of white panties. Ivy was acting like she was sitting in a library or something, not on the lap of someone rounding third with her.
Baseball, that was good, think about baseball. Because Chase was attractive and Ivy was very attractive and when attractive people do attractive things with each other, one tends to be attracted. It’s not like I was at all interested.
“And of course, I can offer Ivy something she can’t get in the Hollows,” Chase said, putting a fine point on it.
Hey, why pass up good bait? “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Ivy has needs, Miss Morgan.” Chase had pulled Ivy’s dress far enough up for me to see the damp patch on the crotch of her panties. It was spreading. “And as much as you get her hopes up, she’s given up on you fulfilling your innuendo.”
Now I was pissed. Chase was definitely pinging my bad-boyfriend alarm. “What the hell are you talking about, again?”
Ivy sipped her wine.
“You want to have blood relations with Ivy. She wants to have a relationship with you. Which one of you is holding that up?”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No. You just want Ivy to drink your blood every so often, then you can go out and play with some nice heterosexual lads. You want to use her, Rachel. Like a dildo. Now, far be it for me to criticize that—she is most enticing—but isn’t it only fair that she has fun as well?” The hand which had been drawing back Ivy’s dress now skimmed across her panties, sending a ripple shocking through Ivy’s body. “Aren’t you having fun, Ivy?”
Ivy settled down. “Chase, you’re being rude.”
“I’m sorry, pet. I just hate how people try to take advantage of your better nature.” Chase kissed Ivy’s arm in ‘apology’.
“I do not take advantage of Ivy!”
“Which is obviously why she took a job with me. Because she doesn’t feel… disenfranchised.” Chase spelled it H-O-R-N-Y. “I just thought we’d give you fair warning. If you like playing fangtease with a vamp, you’d better find a new one.”
“Chase,” Ivy said warningly, this time stringent enough to make Chase stop pulling down the loop of her panties.
“I wouldn’t have to say these things if you would say them for yourself,” Chase said like a protective big sister. She slid Ivy’s panties down her legs, unlike a protective big sister. When they were all the way off and Ivy had stepped out of them, Chase gave my partner a little push and she stood up. “Why don’t you go wait in your room? I’ll be up shortly.”
“Play nice,” Ivy said, again with that glint of implied warning. It was nice to know she’d still go to bat for me, even if she’d put a big sign up saying ‘You won’t have Ivy Tamwood to kick around anymore.’
She straightened her dress and went upstairs, while Chase sat in front of me and rubbed Ivy’s panties between her fingers.
“Alright, what’s your game?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“I get it. This is some big strong-arming tactic. You want me to find the Lost Amulet of Ishtar or get back your long-lost daughter or some goddamn thing to do with demons and if I do it, you’ll kick Ivy to the curb. So, okay. What do you want?”
Chase smiled, not even trying to conceal her fangs with her lips. “That’s the attitude I like to hear from a mortal. But your self-confidence is misplaced. You’re really not worth what Ivy is to me. After all, if I want a redhead, there are hair dyes…”
She stood, tossing me the panties. I caught them automatically, dropped them automatically. I hopped up and planted myself in her way, my five feet to her six. Okay, it wasn’t that dramatic, but she seemed to tower over me.
“You want to get your jollies before you make your offer, fine. Visit a vamp club. But leave my friend out of this.”
“Miss Morgan.” She leaned over me like she was addressing a small child. Which I was to her, I guess, chronologically speaking. “There is no offer. I have no interest in you, or your city, or your tangled web. I want Ivy. I have her. Your involvement ends at the fact that she feels the need to explain what the loud noises coming from her room will be. Since I’m feeling generous, I could give you cab fare to a nice park where you can feed the ducks while I’m making passionate love to your roommate. But you own a car, don’t you?”
There were a lot of people who were nostalgic for the days before the Turn when it was common knowledge that there were no such thing as vampires. I could sympathize. Because this was grounds for some straight-up hair-pulling, and if Chase couldn’t take me apart for trying to go all Dynasty on her, I would dish it out like I was Julia Child.
Fine. Fuck it. Ivy had taken enough hits for me, it was time I took one for her. I popped the top button on my blouse, the one I always buttoned when Ivy started pulling auras. Chase’s eyes danced over my exposed throat.
“Maybe Ivy could be the one feeding those ducks.”
She moved in on me, so fast I almost cried out, remembering all the times Ivy had lost control. My body rebelled, heart racing, breath coming fast and loose, the usual adrenaline high. Fight or flight or fuck, that’s how I was wired. I wanted to do all three. And right now, with Chase pulling an aura the size of Texas and her lips so close to my throat that I would’ve felt her breath if she breathed, I was leaning toward the latter.
“Rachel,” she whispered in my ears, her voice honey and perfume and fine silk. “You couldn’t keep up.”
A minute after she walked past me, my knees gave way.
***
It went like that for a few weeks. Ivy was cordial toward me and I tried to strike up several conversations with her, but we never seemed to get past how at any minute, Chase could show up and take Ivy to her room. Afterward, Ivy did her laundry and it stank of blood and sex. I caught her once, sniffing a bloody bra before she fed it into the washing machine. She looked like she was smoking a joint.
Why did it bother me so much that Ivy enjoyed it? Chase treated her like a servant, or a pet, and yet Ivy always dressed up for their dinner dates and came home smiling like she’d won the lottery.
It all came to a head at Piscary’s.
Some of it was my fault, certainly. I shouldn’t have followed Ivy, shouldn’t even have cared that much where she was putting her fangs. But I was worried. And jealous. And I missed Ivy trying to be close to me, even if we had to fumble past her vampiric instincts and my, fuck, homophobia. Plus, I’d passed Ivy’s room a few times while she and Chase were having a sleepover and the sounds from inside were hot as hell.
So I tailed them. Hey, I am a professional detective, I can be pretty stealthy when I want to be. They pulled into Piscary’s and went inside, arms around each others’ waists. As they passed the doorman, Chase slipped her hand down and gave Ivy’s ass a squeeze. The doorman could see everything. Hooker.
I waited for fifteen minutes. It was one of those vamp-only Line-Dancing Nights and I didn’t want to get caught if they were just doing a quick errand. You never knew with Ivy and Chase’s dates. Blondie had a tendency to mix business with pleasure. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Patience has never been my strong suit. Tucking my splat gun into my ankle holster, I went in. The doorman knew me from Kisten’s days, knew I had a lifetime pass. I went inside.
There was a commotion on the dance floor. Louder and more violent than I’d ever heard. There were loud cries, grunts, and the crowd of vampires blocking my view cheered in symphony. I pushed my way through until I could see.
Ivy, on all fours atop a table. Chase behind her, wearing nothing but a leather harness at her waist, plunging into Ivy like a machine. Both of them had dripping bite marks on their throats. With each thrust, sweat flew from Ivy like it was raining. Her pale body lit up with blushing, she keened enthusiastically every time Chase’s hips collided with her own, almost obscuring the wet sucking sound as Chase pulled back.
Chase was cool as a cucumber, her smile speaking for her. Their alabaster skins complimented each other perfectly, the black of the strap-on the only way to tell where one ended and the other began in the blur of their fucking.
I could only gape, like everyone else. The crowd pressed in on all sides, male and female, occasionally reaching out to touch and pat and caress them. A man rolled his shirt sleeve up and offered his arm to Ivy, who smiled before she sunk her teeth in. Another woman parted her skirt and bared a creamy thigh. Chase gestured for her to come closer and the girl drank greedily from a cut on Chase’s palm. Now I could see the ones who’d gone before, vampires who wore their bite marks like a badge of pride. One woman, overflowing from her bodice, had a set of punctures on her cleavage. The blood spilled down into the valley of her breasts. She had red hair.
Ivy pushed the man away like an animal lashing out, her mouth red from lips to chin. She was panting now, close. Her eyes were black except for that thin ring she got when she was almost done holding back. The crowd felt it too. They were pulling at their clothes, roaring like a Burning Man festival caught in the rain. Me too. I felt myself being pulled closer, needing to get a better look at Ivy. I don’t know what I was looking for anymore.
Chase slowed down and Ivy growled in frustration, her forehead sliding down to connect with the cool tabletop. Chase didn’t stop, though, her hips still slowly waggling the dildo inside Ivy. It must’ve been maddening. She leaned down and whispered something in Ivy’s ear. Ivy nodded like a kid offered chocolate.
Chase reared up and went for broke, jamming herself into Ivy so hard that the vamp let out a hardened grunt. She repeated the sound like she was getting worked over, “umph! umph! umph!” Chase tilted her head to the side and smiled condescendingly as she hit a rhythm, her strap-on moving through Ivy like a knife through butter. Ivy’s eyes were totally black.
I felt their aura, Chase and Ivy’s, like an asteroid before it hits the earth. All of a sudden, my panties were shockingly cold against my pussy. Chase grabbed Ivy by that silky black hair I’d always admired, now frazzled with sweat, and pulled her up. Now I could see Ivy’s beautiful breasts wobbling and the many bite marks winding up and down her naked torso. They’d dripped on the table, leaving a pool big enough to give the health inspector hives. Chase ran a hand over them, the pain cutting through Ivy, before she sunk her teeth into Ivy’s neck, opposite the dried blood of the other mark. Her neck had been left bare other than that, but now Chase’s fangs hit Ivy’s jugular.
Ivy swallowed her scream with truly impressive control and came, her juices flowing past the dildo buried in her and dripping into her blood. The orgasm washed through Chase as well, and she moaned into Ivy’s wound. The entire crowd exhaled as one, drained like they’d just seen their favorite team win a close game at the play-offs. Chase gently pulled herself from Ivy’s neck, and with a mischievous crimson smile she gave Ivy one last little thrust. Ivy crooned and fell back into Chase’s arms.
Chase gave her a squeeze like a child with a teddy bear, then lowered her down to the table where she laid facedown, spread-eagled in her own fluids. Chase pulled her black cock from Ivy’s body. It was bigger than I’d expected, big enough to make me gasp, and wet to the very hilt. In fact, beads of fluid caught the light on Chase’s flat stomach, propelled there by sheer force.
Chase casually pulled on a dress someone offered her, but left the dildo protruding at the hem. One of the Piscary staff handed her a terrycloth robe, red so blood wouldn’t show on it, and Chase wrapped it around Ivy. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, leading her away, not even acknowledging the crowd that parted for her like the Red Sea.
I followed them. What else could I do?
The next part.
Fandom: The Hollows/Blade: The Series
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,166
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ivy/Chase, references to Chase/Krista
Author's notes:
susurrusnight betaed this (awesomely). Here is a refresher course on who Chase is, for those of you who never watched Blade - apparently there were a lot of you, :( - but don't want to miss out on the hotness.Summary: If anyone asked, Rachel would tell them she always hoped Ivy would find someone else she could cuddle up to. Just maybe not the most ruthless, patronizing, and sexy vampire on the West Coast.
I’ve had a lot of sick freaks in my house. Demons. Vampire masters. Trent. But none of them pissed me off as much as Chase.
I’d heard of her, of course. Boss of Los Angeles, a vamp going back pre-Turn. Lots of rumors. That she’d killed her sire and taken his place. That the slayer Krista Starr took marching orders from her, one of those “I scratch your back, you scratch mine” arrangements. That Chase and Krista scratched a lot of each others’ itches.
All that, I could deal with. I was used to dealing with scum. But the way Ivy had skimmed past me to get the door when she rang, pulling me out of my appreciation of Libba Bray’s bodice-ripping… then I poked my head out of the living room to see Ivy was definitely dressing up, a black gown clinging to her ass and revealing plenty of her back.
“Didn’t know it was Rynn-fest again,” I said, my little bon mot for ‘strategy meetings’ with her sugar daddy.
“Shut up,” she hissed, clearly not in the mood. Which made me wonder, because when was Ivy ever not in the mood for me?
She opened the door and stepped back, hands clasped behind her back. I felt the aura she was pulling, the kind of thing an excited puppy would make. And Chase stepped inside.
She was blonde, pale, beautiful by vamp standards. Or by anyone’s standards. Elegant, with a halter top and skintight leather pants functional enough to bear her through combat, covered by a fur coat that probably cost more than I did. She ran a hand over Ivy’s face familiarly, kinda like I had done a few times when we were all BFF, only I never nudged a finger along her lips to open them and inspect her fangs. It reminded me of one of those racist old movies about a sheik and his pornographically-inclined slaves. I was going to have to stop renting Jenks those.
Ivy began to bow, but Chase cupped her chin and forced her head back up to look into her eyes. They whispered animatedly for a few seconds before Chase looked at me. She smiled, then gave Ivy a sisterly kiss. Or, not at all sisterly, unless you’re the kind of family that occasionally gropes each others’ asses.
Like I said. Scum.
I cleared my throat. “Ivy, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”
“I think you know who I am, dear.” Chase gentlemanly took Ivy’s hand and walked her into the living room, where I pretended to be absorbed in my romance.
I heard the leather of the chair across from me whisper as Chase sat down. With her hand curving over the small of Ivy’s back, she whispered the name of a very expensive vamp wine Ivy had inherited, then watched Ivy walk to the kitchen to fetch it. Her eyes were openly appreciative, tongue wetting her lips.
“Delicious, isn’t she?” Chase asked, with the solicitous ‘fuck you’ of a girl in high school.
Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have looked up from my book. “I wouldn’t know.”
“You would, if you were a bit more… open?” Chase’s simmering accent on that last word made it clear she wasn’t just talking about narrow-mindedness.
I fumed and buried my nose in the book. At least from Bray, I knew what to…
Wait, Pippa was gay for Felicity? Felicity was gay for Pippa!
Ivy returned with the bottle and two glasses. I automatically reached for one, but Ivy froze me with a look. There was a black rim to her eyes. “Rachel, it’s blooded wine. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh yeah. Of course.” I knew that.
I poured for both of them, then delivered the glass to Chase’s outstretched hand. Chase smiled and thanked me in the profusely meaningless manner of an aristocrat, then beckoned for Ivy to sit.
Ivy made for the couch when Chase froze her.
“No need to stand on ceremony, my love.” She patted her lap.
Giving me a chagrinned look that couldn’t quite hide her excitement, Ivy turned around, walked back to Chase, and sat down on her lap.
“There’s a good girl,” Chase said, her voice low enough to make me wonder what vamp pillow talk was like. She took a ginger sip with one hand while using the other to play with Ivy like a doll, fingers teasing hair out of Ivy’s carefully-arranged braid or tugging her dress in ways modesty didn’t intend.
“I’ll tell her,” Ivy said, eyes slipping closed as Chase’s lips connected with her spine, lower and lower. “Rachel. I’m going to work for Chase.”
I stopped fidgeting with my hands, trying to ignore the base-stealing going on in front of me. “What?”
“It’s a very lucrative contract,” Ivy purred. She realized what she was doing and straightened up, cuing Chase to stop her exploration. “Nothing will change. I’ll just be out of town more often, helping Chase on business.”
“Ivy will be working exclusively for me,” Chase said, her voice slinking out of her throat as she spindled her fingers on Ivy’s knee. One by one they shimmied along Ivy’s skin, until they’d closed on the hem of Ivy’s skirt. “I’m more than prepared to compensate her for her… many talents.”
Okay, so it was a business deal. No different than all the times I’d worked with Trent. So why were they being so damn slinky about it? Stupid vampires. Everything had to be all sex and biting. And I needed to stop looking at the garter Chase had unveiled by pulling on Ivy’s dress. Who even wore garters anymore?
Unfortunately, when I looked up, I saw Chase watching me watch Ivy. She gave me a conspiratorial wink and inched the dress up further. I could see a flash of white panties. Ivy was acting like she was sitting in a library or something, not on the lap of someone rounding third with her.
Baseball, that was good, think about baseball. Because Chase was attractive and Ivy was very attractive and when attractive people do attractive things with each other, one tends to be attracted. It’s not like I was at all interested.
“And of course, I can offer Ivy something she can’t get in the Hollows,” Chase said, putting a fine point on it.
Hey, why pass up good bait? “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Ivy has needs, Miss Morgan.” Chase had pulled Ivy’s dress far enough up for me to see the damp patch on the crotch of her panties. It was spreading. “And as much as you get her hopes up, she’s given up on you fulfilling your innuendo.”
Now I was pissed. Chase was definitely pinging my bad-boyfriend alarm. “What the hell are you talking about, again?”
Ivy sipped her wine.
“You want to have blood relations with Ivy. She wants to have a relationship with you. Which one of you is holding that up?”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No. You just want Ivy to drink your blood every so often, then you can go out and play with some nice heterosexual lads. You want to use her, Rachel. Like a dildo. Now, far be it for me to criticize that—she is most enticing—but isn’t it only fair that she has fun as well?” The hand which had been drawing back Ivy’s dress now skimmed across her panties, sending a ripple shocking through Ivy’s body. “Aren’t you having fun, Ivy?”
Ivy settled down. “Chase, you’re being rude.”
“I’m sorry, pet. I just hate how people try to take advantage of your better nature.” Chase kissed Ivy’s arm in ‘apology’.
“I do not take advantage of Ivy!”
“Which is obviously why she took a job with me. Because she doesn’t feel… disenfranchised.” Chase spelled it H-O-R-N-Y. “I just thought we’d give you fair warning. If you like playing fangtease with a vamp, you’d better find a new one.”
“Chase,” Ivy said warningly, this time stringent enough to make Chase stop pulling down the loop of her panties.
“I wouldn’t have to say these things if you would say them for yourself,” Chase said like a protective big sister. She slid Ivy’s panties down her legs, unlike a protective big sister. When they were all the way off and Ivy had stepped out of them, Chase gave my partner a little push and she stood up. “Why don’t you go wait in your room? I’ll be up shortly.”
“Play nice,” Ivy said, again with that glint of implied warning. It was nice to know she’d still go to bat for me, even if she’d put a big sign up saying ‘You won’t have Ivy Tamwood to kick around anymore.’
She straightened her dress and went upstairs, while Chase sat in front of me and rubbed Ivy’s panties between her fingers.
“Alright, what’s your game?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“I get it. This is some big strong-arming tactic. You want me to find the Lost Amulet of Ishtar or get back your long-lost daughter or some goddamn thing to do with demons and if I do it, you’ll kick Ivy to the curb. So, okay. What do you want?”
Chase smiled, not even trying to conceal her fangs with her lips. “That’s the attitude I like to hear from a mortal. But your self-confidence is misplaced. You’re really not worth what Ivy is to me. After all, if I want a redhead, there are hair dyes…”
She stood, tossing me the panties. I caught them automatically, dropped them automatically. I hopped up and planted myself in her way, my five feet to her six. Okay, it wasn’t that dramatic, but she seemed to tower over me.
“You want to get your jollies before you make your offer, fine. Visit a vamp club. But leave my friend out of this.”
“Miss Morgan.” She leaned over me like she was addressing a small child. Which I was to her, I guess, chronologically speaking. “There is no offer. I have no interest in you, or your city, or your tangled web. I want Ivy. I have her. Your involvement ends at the fact that she feels the need to explain what the loud noises coming from her room will be. Since I’m feeling generous, I could give you cab fare to a nice park where you can feed the ducks while I’m making passionate love to your roommate. But you own a car, don’t you?”
There were a lot of people who were nostalgic for the days before the Turn when it was common knowledge that there were no such thing as vampires. I could sympathize. Because this was grounds for some straight-up hair-pulling, and if Chase couldn’t take me apart for trying to go all Dynasty on her, I would dish it out like I was Julia Child.
Fine. Fuck it. Ivy had taken enough hits for me, it was time I took one for her. I popped the top button on my blouse, the one I always buttoned when Ivy started pulling auras. Chase’s eyes danced over my exposed throat.
“Maybe Ivy could be the one feeding those ducks.”
She moved in on me, so fast I almost cried out, remembering all the times Ivy had lost control. My body rebelled, heart racing, breath coming fast and loose, the usual adrenaline high. Fight or flight or fuck, that’s how I was wired. I wanted to do all three. And right now, with Chase pulling an aura the size of Texas and her lips so close to my throat that I would’ve felt her breath if she breathed, I was leaning toward the latter.
“Rachel,” she whispered in my ears, her voice honey and perfume and fine silk. “You couldn’t keep up.”
A minute after she walked past me, my knees gave way.
***
It went like that for a few weeks. Ivy was cordial toward me and I tried to strike up several conversations with her, but we never seemed to get past how at any minute, Chase could show up and take Ivy to her room. Afterward, Ivy did her laundry and it stank of blood and sex. I caught her once, sniffing a bloody bra before she fed it into the washing machine. She looked like she was smoking a joint.
Why did it bother me so much that Ivy enjoyed it? Chase treated her like a servant, or a pet, and yet Ivy always dressed up for their dinner dates and came home smiling like she’d won the lottery.
It all came to a head at Piscary’s.
Some of it was my fault, certainly. I shouldn’t have followed Ivy, shouldn’t even have cared that much where she was putting her fangs. But I was worried. And jealous. And I missed Ivy trying to be close to me, even if we had to fumble past her vampiric instincts and my, fuck, homophobia. Plus, I’d passed Ivy’s room a few times while she and Chase were having a sleepover and the sounds from inside were hot as hell.
So I tailed them. Hey, I am a professional detective, I can be pretty stealthy when I want to be. They pulled into Piscary’s and went inside, arms around each others’ waists. As they passed the doorman, Chase slipped her hand down and gave Ivy’s ass a squeeze. The doorman could see everything. Hooker.
I waited for fifteen minutes. It was one of those vamp-only Line-Dancing Nights and I didn’t want to get caught if they were just doing a quick errand. You never knew with Ivy and Chase’s dates. Blondie had a tendency to mix business with pleasure. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Patience has never been my strong suit. Tucking my splat gun into my ankle holster, I went in. The doorman knew me from Kisten’s days, knew I had a lifetime pass. I went inside.
There was a commotion on the dance floor. Louder and more violent than I’d ever heard. There were loud cries, grunts, and the crowd of vampires blocking my view cheered in symphony. I pushed my way through until I could see.
Ivy, on all fours atop a table. Chase behind her, wearing nothing but a leather harness at her waist, plunging into Ivy like a machine. Both of them had dripping bite marks on their throats. With each thrust, sweat flew from Ivy like it was raining. Her pale body lit up with blushing, she keened enthusiastically every time Chase’s hips collided with her own, almost obscuring the wet sucking sound as Chase pulled back.
Chase was cool as a cucumber, her smile speaking for her. Their alabaster skins complimented each other perfectly, the black of the strap-on the only way to tell where one ended and the other began in the blur of their fucking.
I could only gape, like everyone else. The crowd pressed in on all sides, male and female, occasionally reaching out to touch and pat and caress them. A man rolled his shirt sleeve up and offered his arm to Ivy, who smiled before she sunk her teeth in. Another woman parted her skirt and bared a creamy thigh. Chase gestured for her to come closer and the girl drank greedily from a cut on Chase’s palm. Now I could see the ones who’d gone before, vampires who wore their bite marks like a badge of pride. One woman, overflowing from her bodice, had a set of punctures on her cleavage. The blood spilled down into the valley of her breasts. She had red hair.
Ivy pushed the man away like an animal lashing out, her mouth red from lips to chin. She was panting now, close. Her eyes were black except for that thin ring she got when she was almost done holding back. The crowd felt it too. They were pulling at their clothes, roaring like a Burning Man festival caught in the rain. Me too. I felt myself being pulled closer, needing to get a better look at Ivy. I don’t know what I was looking for anymore.
Chase slowed down and Ivy growled in frustration, her forehead sliding down to connect with the cool tabletop. Chase didn’t stop, though, her hips still slowly waggling the dildo inside Ivy. It must’ve been maddening. She leaned down and whispered something in Ivy’s ear. Ivy nodded like a kid offered chocolate.
Chase reared up and went for broke, jamming herself into Ivy so hard that the vamp let out a hardened grunt. She repeated the sound like she was getting worked over, “umph! umph! umph!” Chase tilted her head to the side and smiled condescendingly as she hit a rhythm, her strap-on moving through Ivy like a knife through butter. Ivy’s eyes were totally black.
I felt their aura, Chase and Ivy’s, like an asteroid before it hits the earth. All of a sudden, my panties were shockingly cold against my pussy. Chase grabbed Ivy by that silky black hair I’d always admired, now frazzled with sweat, and pulled her up. Now I could see Ivy’s beautiful breasts wobbling and the many bite marks winding up and down her naked torso. They’d dripped on the table, leaving a pool big enough to give the health inspector hives. Chase ran a hand over them, the pain cutting through Ivy, before she sunk her teeth into Ivy’s neck, opposite the dried blood of the other mark. Her neck had been left bare other than that, but now Chase’s fangs hit Ivy’s jugular.
Ivy swallowed her scream with truly impressive control and came, her juices flowing past the dildo buried in her and dripping into her blood. The orgasm washed through Chase as well, and she moaned into Ivy’s wound. The entire crowd exhaled as one, drained like they’d just seen their favorite team win a close game at the play-offs. Chase gently pulled herself from Ivy’s neck, and with a mischievous crimson smile she gave Ivy one last little thrust. Ivy crooned and fell back into Chase’s arms.
Chase gave her a squeeze like a child with a teddy bear, then lowered her down to the table where she laid facedown, spread-eagled in her own fluids. Chase pulled her black cock from Ivy’s body. It was bigger than I’d expected, big enough to make me gasp, and wet to the very hilt. In fact, beads of fluid caught the light on Chase’s flat stomach, propelled there by sheer force.
Chase casually pulled on a dress someone offered her, but left the dildo protruding at the hem. One of the Piscary staff handed her a terrycloth robe, red so blood wouldn’t show on it, and Chase wrapped it around Ivy. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, leading her away, not even acknowledging the crowd that parted for her like the Red Sea.
I followed them. What else could I do?
The next part.
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:47 pm (UTC)"Because Chase was attractive and Ivy was very attractive and when attractive people do attractive things with each other, one tends to be attracted. It’s not like I was at all interested."
THIS line was definetly something that had me chuckling. Typical Rachel, practically submerging herself intentionally in own self-denial. I can't say I've ever watched Blade, and wasn't familiar with the character of Chase...but I think I got a pretty good idea based upon your description.
The characterization of Rachel was really well hit, seeing as she's completely and utterly repulsed by the idea of a gay relationship with Ivy, yet becomes insanely jealous when the gorgeous vampire chooses to ditch her for someone else. Ivy, I can definetly see as being back to "giddy-school-girl" phase; it's really different than how KH portrays her in the books, which is good. Happy Ivy makes me happy. Even if it has to be with someone else than Rachel...
Now the sex was simply incredible. I'd give you an elaborate and detailed series of compliments regarding the imagery and astonishing style of your writing during the mind-boggling sex scene...but my brain was effectively rendered to mush while I read. In the good way, or course.
1/2. Yay! One more to come!
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Date: 2010-03-18 08:55 pm (UTC)Funnily enough, there was like a year where I didn't work on this fic and the stars go where I picked it back up and started writing again.
As for part 2, don't even worry, I split this fic in two because there's a sex scene in the next part that hits the word limit.
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Date: 2010-03-20 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 05:49 pm (UTC)awesome! i love the pairing & i have an idea Rachel has no idea who/what she's dealing with. but i imagine she's about to have a crash-course. lovin' this fic! well done.
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Date: 2010-03-18 09:10 pm (UTC)BTW, after reading "Fight or flight or fuck", I will NEVER be able to keep a straight face in psychology classes anymore!
PLEASE post more soon! And I reeeeaaaallllyy hope this story is going to be longer than 2 chapters!
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Date: 2010-03-18 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-19 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-20 09:26 pm (UTC)Just... wow.
The sex was of course, amazing. Sex between vamps has been very watered down as of late lol
But what I really loved were the subtle messages. You picking apart Rachel's ego - or rather, Harrison's fixation with making Rachel the centre of the universe - by making Chase entirely disinterested in her. Though I found Rachel offering herself up to the vamp so soon like that was rather OCC. The rest of it was definite in character.
The fact that the red head got bit so intimately, that was also a nice little touch hehe.
I loved it, cant wait for the sequel (alas, I did not watch Blade)
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Date: 2010-03-20 09:36 pm (UTC)Never underestimate Rachel's penchant for making bad decisions at the speed of light. Besides, after eight books of being in the closet and going from "definitely straight, yep, gosh I find Ivy attractive in a totally platonic way" to "I'm straight, right? Right? It's not funny!", I could buy her going lesbian to save her friend. Remember "it's not gay, it's a blood balance, these are totally platonic orgasms I'm having"?
Glad you liked the rest of it, though.
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Date: 2010-03-20 09:39 pm (UTC)Meh dont mind me though, I overanalyze everything lol I still adored it and happily await the other half of this :D
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Date: 2010-03-21 12:23 am (UTC)This made me laugh out loud like a maniac! :D
Oh, that's just priceless and sweet.
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Date: 2010-04-21 02:32 am (UTC)anyways, i always noticed the burning man festival reference, but never got around to mentioning how though the entire fic is lovely, the little shout out always made me smile. i loved burning man, and it was certainly an accurate metaphor.
thanks so much for the story, it really was brilliant