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no_true_pairTitle: Leap of Faith
Fandom: Moon Knight (Marvel comics)
Pairing/Characters: Soldier & Marc Spector
Rating: Teen
Content Notes: Wounds, vampires, blood-drinking, big scary bird god apparition.
Prompt: September Six - Soldier & Marc Spector - hot
Soldier hadn't ever intended to end up like this: gut-shot in a Jersey cemetery, trapped in a dark, damp sepulcher with his boss to ward off the creeping morning light.
"Hey," Mr. Knight's voice came, as though from far away. His mask was off, and his face looked grim and determined; all Soldier could see was the red on his chin from the newly-split lip, the bloody gashes in his suit from the fight that had chased them in here. "Talk to me, Soldier. You with me?"
He nodded, trying not to move too much. The building was dark, safe, but there were drops of sunlight sizzling through the cracks in the stone walls, shifting as the sun moved. Even with Mr. Knight's white cape draped like a tent over the corner of the tomb where he'd curled up tight around the unhealed hole in his middle, keeping him safe in its shadow, he kept an eye on those specks of light with instinctual wariness.
The smell of hot blood made him wild with hunger. The steady beat of Mr. Knight's heart crashed like summer thunder in his ears.
This was bad. Oh, this was bad. And the boss's idea was worse.
"You should go," he managed, trying to talk without letting his fangs taste the blood-scented air. "I'll be okay. Please, Mr. Knight. You smell like… Just get out of here before I hurt you."
"You're my guy," Mr. Knight reminded him, his voice low and even. "Remember when you told me that? I saved your mother, and you promised your life was mine. Whatever I needed. You remember saying that?" Soldier fixed on that calm voice like a lifeline, even as he trembled and sweated and tried to hold his fangs back behind his lips. "Well, right now I need you to heal up so we can get out of here once the sun sets. You're not healing, which means you need blood quick. And here I am, full of the good stuff, so you're going to drink from me."
He shook his head hard, kept shaking it, even as a burst of hot wanting filled his mouth with whatever passed for saliva in a vampire. "I'll kill you," he croaked.
"No." He was so certain that Soldier had to believe it too. "You won't let that happen, and neither will I." Mr. Knight sat down next to him against the wall, tucking himself under the tent made by his cloak. "Come on, Soldier. You've never questioned an order from me before. Don't start now."
He wanted to protest that he had—he'd disobeyed him once, the night Zodiac had threatened Reese, and it had killed him, and he was ready to die again rather than hurt him—but as Mr. Knight opened his collar, tipped his head, bared his neck with the blood rushing so close to the surface he could taste it already… he couldn't have refused this order for anything.
Mr. Knight's hand tightened on his shoulder when his fangs sank in, but he didn't make a sound. Soldier might not have heard him anyway in that moment while his mouth was flooded with hot, living blood for the first time in his unlife.
The rich, sweet heat exploded on his tongue, astonishing, staggering, so much better than the cold packs they kept in the Mission refrigerator, even better than the best drugs his commanders had ever pumped into his unit back in his old life. He swallowed again and again, filling himself up with the hot red flush of life until he was glowing with it from toe to tip.
"Enough," Mr. Knight slurred eventually, shoving at Soldier's chest with all the strength of a tired kitten. "No more."
Soldier nodded blindly and thought no more, and swallowed another mouthful. His fingers were tangled in Mr. Knight's hair to keep his head tilted, he found; his other hand had gone roaming under his jacket, curling in his shirt, seeking his skin.
Enough, he told himself, and hunched closer over him like a great cat guarding its kill, gripping him tighter.
Stop, he thought determinedly, and dug his fingers into Mr. Knight's scalp, and swallowed again, greedily.
"Release him, creature of the night!" Mr. Knight shouted in a huge, bone-shattering voice that wasn't his, shaking the sepulcher.
Soldier yelled and clapped his hands over his ears, his fangs dripping blood as he fell back, away from that terrible voice. His head rang, and his vision doubled; for a moment an enormous bird-skull appeared where Mr. Knight's face should've been, flaming with a cold green light that was as terrifying as the sun.
Then he blinked, and it was just the boss again, pale as a ghost and slumped against cold stone, but breathing and conscious. He caught Soldier looking stricken and gave him a weary thumbs-up. "At ease, Soldier," he mumbled. "'M fine. Little dizzy."
Soldier swallowed and swiped his hand across his bloody lips. The bloodlust's hazy effects had snapped away, leaving him clear-minded and full of sickening awareness of what he'd almost done. What he would have done, given another few minutes, if it hadn't been for Mr. Knight's bone-faced god coming through to save both of them. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, boss, I couldn't—"
"Stop that. I said I'm fine." Mr. Knight beckoned him back over. "Sun's getting higher. Get in here." He leaned heavily against Soldier's side when he inched cautiously back over, the pair of them safely cloaked in his cape's shadow against the shifting sunbeams.
His hand came down heavy on the back of Soldier's head, giving him a few firm, indescribably comforting pats. "Might as well both get some rest. It'll be a long time before the sun sets."
He was asleep in a moment. But Soldier, wide awake with his undead heart still pounding in his chest, stayed awake with his boss's head on his shoulder, stared at the drifting motes of dust, and licked his fangs clean of Mr. Knight's blood.
"Khonshu," he whispered finally, almost silent. He wasn't sure if a moon god could even hear prayers in the daytime, much less if he would listen to a vampire if he could, but they were in a graveyard, and Mr. Knight was his priest, so... "Thank you. I'm your guy, too."
Fandom: Moon Knight (Marvel comics)
Pairing/Characters: Soldier & Marc Spector
Rating: Teen
Content Notes: Wounds, vampires, blood-drinking, big scary bird god apparition.
Prompt: September Six - Soldier & Marc Spector - hot
Soldier hadn't ever intended to end up like this: gut-shot in a Jersey cemetery, trapped in a dark, damp sepulcher with his boss to ward off the creeping morning light.
"Hey," Mr. Knight's voice came, as though from far away. His mask was off, and his face looked grim and determined; all Soldier could see was the red on his chin from the newly-split lip, the bloody gashes in his suit from the fight that had chased them in here. "Talk to me, Soldier. You with me?"
He nodded, trying not to move too much. The building was dark, safe, but there were drops of sunlight sizzling through the cracks in the stone walls, shifting as the sun moved. Even with Mr. Knight's white cape draped like a tent over the corner of the tomb where he'd curled up tight around the unhealed hole in his middle, keeping him safe in its shadow, he kept an eye on those specks of light with instinctual wariness.
The smell of hot blood made him wild with hunger. The steady beat of Mr. Knight's heart crashed like summer thunder in his ears.
This was bad. Oh, this was bad. And the boss's idea was worse.
"You should go," he managed, trying to talk without letting his fangs taste the blood-scented air. "I'll be okay. Please, Mr. Knight. You smell like… Just get out of here before I hurt you."
"You're my guy," Mr. Knight reminded him, his voice low and even. "Remember when you told me that? I saved your mother, and you promised your life was mine. Whatever I needed. You remember saying that?" Soldier fixed on that calm voice like a lifeline, even as he trembled and sweated and tried to hold his fangs back behind his lips. "Well, right now I need you to heal up so we can get out of here once the sun sets. You're not healing, which means you need blood quick. And here I am, full of the good stuff, so you're going to drink from me."
He shook his head hard, kept shaking it, even as a burst of hot wanting filled his mouth with whatever passed for saliva in a vampire. "I'll kill you," he croaked.
"No." He was so certain that Soldier had to believe it too. "You won't let that happen, and neither will I." Mr. Knight sat down next to him against the wall, tucking himself under the tent made by his cloak. "Come on, Soldier. You've never questioned an order from me before. Don't start now."
He wanted to protest that he had—he'd disobeyed him once, the night Zodiac had threatened Reese, and it had killed him, and he was ready to die again rather than hurt him—but as Mr. Knight opened his collar, tipped his head, bared his neck with the blood rushing so close to the surface he could taste it already… he couldn't have refused this order for anything.
Mr. Knight's hand tightened on his shoulder when his fangs sank in, but he didn't make a sound. Soldier might not have heard him anyway in that moment while his mouth was flooded with hot, living blood for the first time in his unlife.
The rich, sweet heat exploded on his tongue, astonishing, staggering, so much better than the cold packs they kept in the Mission refrigerator, even better than the best drugs his commanders had ever pumped into his unit back in his old life. He swallowed again and again, filling himself up with the hot red flush of life until he was glowing with it from toe to tip.
"Enough," Mr. Knight slurred eventually, shoving at Soldier's chest with all the strength of a tired kitten. "No more."
Soldier nodded blindly and thought no more, and swallowed another mouthful. His fingers were tangled in Mr. Knight's hair to keep his head tilted, he found; his other hand had gone roaming under his jacket, curling in his shirt, seeking his skin.
Enough, he told himself, and hunched closer over him like a great cat guarding its kill, gripping him tighter.
Stop, he thought determinedly, and dug his fingers into Mr. Knight's scalp, and swallowed again, greedily.
"Release him, creature of the night!" Mr. Knight shouted in a huge, bone-shattering voice that wasn't his, shaking the sepulcher.
Soldier yelled and clapped his hands over his ears, his fangs dripping blood as he fell back, away from that terrible voice. His head rang, and his vision doubled; for a moment an enormous bird-skull appeared where Mr. Knight's face should've been, flaming with a cold green light that was as terrifying as the sun.
Then he blinked, and it was just the boss again, pale as a ghost and slumped against cold stone, but breathing and conscious. He caught Soldier looking stricken and gave him a weary thumbs-up. "At ease, Soldier," he mumbled. "'M fine. Little dizzy."
Soldier swallowed and swiped his hand across his bloody lips. The bloodlust's hazy effects had snapped away, leaving him clear-minded and full of sickening awareness of what he'd almost done. What he would have done, given another few minutes, if it hadn't been for Mr. Knight's bone-faced god coming through to save both of them. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, boss, I couldn't—"
"Stop that. I said I'm fine." Mr. Knight beckoned him back over. "Sun's getting higher. Get in here." He leaned heavily against Soldier's side when he inched cautiously back over, the pair of them safely cloaked in his cape's shadow against the shifting sunbeams.
His hand came down heavy on the back of Soldier's head, giving him a few firm, indescribably comforting pats. "Might as well both get some rest. It'll be a long time before the sun sets."
He was asleep in a moment. But Soldier, wide awake with his undead heart still pounding in his chest, stayed awake with his boss's head on his shoulder, stared at the drifting motes of dust, and licked his fangs clean of Mr. Knight's blood.
"Khonshu," he whispered finally, almost silent. He wasn't sure if a moon god could even hear prayers in the daytime, much less if he would listen to a vampire if he could, but they were in a graveyard, and Mr. Knight was his priest, so... "Thank you. I'm your guy, too."