Stand by me.

Ajax's breath caught in his throat at the scent of blood, but he quickly composed himself. He leaned in to kiss Rook deeply, running his tongue over the small wound and moaning at the delicious, slightly metallic taste; he used one of his fangs to make a small incision on his tongue and swiped it over Rook's lip again, the coagulants in his blood working to naturally stop the bleeding, and the vampiric cells helping the wound to close up.

Rook couldn't stifle his moan this time, even mumbling a little "Danger, Will Robinson" against Ajax's lips. Hesitantly, he raised a hand to run it lightly over Ajax's chest. The gesture was very slow, timid, and unsure of itself. Rook's fingers sliding first up Ajax's chest to his collar bone before sliding down to stop at the top of Ajax's pants and hesitantly fall back to the bed.

Without breaking the kiss, Ajax reached for Rook's hand and guided it back to the hem of his pants, pressing the man's fingertips to the button and silently encouraging him to take the next step. He moaned softly in response to the noises Rook was making, thoroughly enjoying himself. Though he was patient, he was quite eager to get his pants off, as they were feeling uncomfortably tight and were starting to get rather wet.

Rook made a small, hesitant noise before complying to the silent request. His fingers, deft from a lifetime of playing mind-numbing video games, made short work of the button and zipper, slipping down his hips with the smooth fabric before once again coming to rest on the bed.

Ajax broke the kiss momentarily to raise himself up onto his knees and slide his underwear down his hips and then off, tossing them onto the floor, where they landed with a damp 'plop.' Both of them being freed from the restrictive confines of their underwear, Ajax rubbed his erection along the length of Rook's slowly, letting out a breathy moan.

"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" Rook gasped loudly at the new, erotic feeling of Ajax's erection sliding gently along his own. He threw his head back, arching off the bed involuntarily to press their hips together.

Ajax gasped and his hands found their way to Rook's shoulders, squeezing them. "MMMnnnn~! Rook!" he moaned, grinding their hips together. "Siete fantastico!"

Recovering from his surprise, he pushed Rook's legs apart and situated himself between them; he lifted the redhead's hips a bit and pressed one long, slender finger against his opening.

"Rook, rendete me il tatto così allupato..."

Rook moaned and squirmed against Ajax's finger. "Th-that's the ticket" He quipped, in a state of half euphoria. He was panting lighlty, clutching at the comforter with a white knuckled death grip, as if if he let go, he would just float off into the nothingness of the world.

Ajax smirked, licking his lips sensuously as his already throbbing erection got even harder. He really couldn't get over how cute and sexy Rook's little television quotes were; his nerdiness was unutterably endearing.

He pressed a little harder against the soft, puckered flesh, teasing his new lover just a bit more before pushing it inside him; he inserted the thin digit slowly into Rook's tight cavity, giving him plenty of time to adjust to the new sensation.

"IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER!!!!" Rook yelped at the vivid mix of sensations, arching involuntarily again. It was strongly uncomfortable with a finger just up his ass, but every little movement from the digit spurred little waves of pleasure from him. His breathing was really uneven now, but then again now he fully understood the dynamics of mansex. Not that he hadn't had a basic knowledge before this, but reading and doing were two hella different things.

Ajax's smirk spread, and he almost let out a small giggle. "Siete così prezioso," he murmured. He slid the finger in and out slowly, pressing deeper with each forward motion; when Rook's body began to adjust to the intrusion and the muscles began to relax around Ajax's finger he added a second digit, increasing his pace at the same time.

Rook let out a loud, needy moan, forgoing anything rational as he pressed his hips back against Ajax's hand. He bit his lip again with a small whimper, barely lifting his head to look at Ajax through half lidded eyes with a wanton look.

Ajax smiled back at him, a fang poking out of the corner of his mouth, as he increased his pace further. "I take it that this feels good, hmm?" he said teasingly, scissoring his fingers inside Rook. "You want more?"

Rook threw his head back again when Ajax scissored his fingers. He panted loudly, trying to make his brain function long enough to get out a coherent response. "S-S-Sock it to me!" He finally managed with one mindless quip, "Come on down!" then another.

Ajax couldn't help but chuckle softly as he removed the two intruding digits from Rook's body. He placed his hands on the redhead's chest and slid them slowly down to rest on his hips, which he then pulled up onto his knees so that he could press the head of his cock against Rook's ass. "May I, Rook?" he purred sweetly.

"B-book ‘em, Danno." Rook panted, squirming lightly. His brain wasn't even functioning at this point. The quips were mindless and barely registered as they were shot out, thankfully appropriate answers to any questions directed at him. He pressed his hips back lightly against the warmth that was Ajax's cock, giving a small needy noise.

Ajax deftly pushed his cock into the tight warmth of Rook's cavity with a long, low moan; he shuddered at each contraction of the tense, inexperienced muscles. "Il mio caro dio~!" he moaned, pulling back a bit and then thrusting deeper than he'd been before.

"SAY GOODNIGHT GRACIE!!" Rook practically screamed, arching off the bed. His hands left the sheets to tangle in his hair at the intense feeling of pleasure, on top of the slightly uncomfortable stretchy feeling. His legs wrapped around Ajax's waist of their own accord, unintentionally bringing him deeper.

Ajax gasped in surprise and gripped Rook's shoulders tightly. "Ah~!" he cried. "Nngh, Rook...!" He thrust again, beginning a steady pace, and leaned into Rook's chest.

"Ahhh, Rook, you're so tight! Così buon e fortemente!" he moaned as he continued to thrust.

Rook made little needy noises of pleasure as Ajax thrust in and out at a steady pace. He was too breathless to spout off anymore quips, instead doing his best to try and move with Ajax. God it was so good, so fucking good! Sure, sex with Fleur had been nice and all, but this- and at this point Rook arched off the bed with a real scream of pleasure as something inside him went terribly right. His arms slammed back down into the bed and he used them to brace himself so he could angle his body to look at Ajax during the small pause in the thrusting and give him a wide eyed look that screamed 'I don't know what the fuck you just did, but do it again!!!'

Ajax's face split with a wide, almost feral grin and he adjusted his position slightly so that he would be sure to hit that exact spot every time he thrust. After that brief pause to situate himself he rammed his cock back into Rook, hard and fast, to hit his prostate and make him utter another of those beautiful, obscene screams.

Rook's arms flew out from under him as they tangled in his hair again as he arched off the bed, another scream ripping from his throat. Screams overlapped until Rook's throat was raw and no noise emerged at all. His cock throbbed, begging for his attention, just the smallest amount to bring him to his peak, but he couldn't bring himself to let go of his hair. The abuse of his prostate was too much, if he let go, he might loose it.

Ajax continued to thrust roughly, moaning and shuddering pleasantly at the way Rook's muscles clamped around his cock each time he pounded into his prostate. When he felt himself nearing his climax, he wrapped one of his slender, delicate pianist's hands around Rook's dick and stroked it quickly, in time with his thrusts.

All it took was one stroke for Rook to arch even farther off the bed, his legs tightening around Ajax's hips as every muscle in his body contracted. "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!!!!" He even surprised himself as another quip snuck out of his parted lips, riding out the final waves of pleasure from his (well earned) orgasm.

Ajax called Rook's name aloud as the man's body tightened around him; he thrust one final time, deep into him, and came with a feral cry of pleasure. He had waited centuries to share such a moment with another person again and, though it was only accomplished because of his weak will when it came to the darling man panting beneath him, he was blissful. He pressed his face into Rook's neck and basked in the afterglow.