Author: Az

Email: az.ombie[at]gmail.com

Homepage: http://www.forgottenjuliet.net

AN: This is a silly little crossover ficlet done from a roleplay I have had running for ever with EJ, its Erestor and a vampire. ;) - I did set out to do this for Monday_smut at LJ, but I kinda blew it, but decided to upload it anyways, cuz I love Gems. ‘smiles’

WIP: nah don’t think so.

Fandom: lotr crossover original.

Betaed by; none.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Erestor is not mine, he belong to Tolkien.

Summary: Gemini has a reoccurring nightmare.

Warnings: blood, mild underage.

Pairings: Erestor/Gemini

Angel Boy he got the look

Of a Post-Punk nuclear gender-fuck

Angel boy he got the style

Of a Borgér Prince

With a cocaine smile

He got, black on his fingers

He got, black on his toes

A diamond studded, Rock’n’Roll

Vampire pose

The uninvited guest – Angel boy.

Angel Boy don’t deal in reality

This hotel room looked like a thousand other hotel rooms. Gemini stretched and pulled the blanket over his head in a futile attempt to stay in his pleasant red hazed dreams, he could feel the sun setting, knowing that Erestor had pulled the curtains in the bedroom, even if he didn’t have to, just in case, he said. Gemini stirred and stretched, his hand sliding up the cold porcelain of the bathtub where he lay cocooned in blankets. How he missed a real bed, but this was as good as it got when they had to stay in hotels. Gemini sighed, and curled up into a little ball in the bathtub again, wiping some of his dark brown hair out of his eyes and nose. He had to be here for at least an hour, to an hour and a half before he Erestor would open the door and with a smile announced he wanted a bath, Gemini guessed that he just tried to joke away the frustration.

Gemini slowly drifted off to sleep again, a troubled, sticky dream, dreams of hunting. He knew how this dream would end, he would feel the thrill of the hunt, the power of the catch, as he finally slammed the victim against the ground, and without thinking twice, sinking his fangs into the soft tissue of the neck of the man below him. Feeling as his groin stirred, reacting to the spasms of the dying man, Gemini’s hand let go of its hard grasp of the victims shoulder, and entangled itself in the strangers hair, like a lovers touch, and in some way he was, he was this man’s last lover, one last deadly kiss. Gemini heard the man’s shallow breath, aimlessly whispering, pleading to deaf ears. Gemini needed this man, and he loved him in this one special moment they would have, like he had intensely loved all others that he had fed on. As he felt the man under him exhaling in one last rugged breath, he did something he never did normally, he licked the puncture wound, kissing the abused flesh. Shifting his weight to turn the man around. His blood froze, and his breath was caught as he felt the alley move in to crush him. Looking down on the pale face of the man he had just fed on, he recognized the long black lashes against the pale smooth skin, the long raven black hair neatly brushed spilled unto the dirty ground. This was.. This was.. It couldn't be! Gemini closed his eyes to make this horrible vision go away, but as he opened them, he was still there, his hearts desire, if he as a undead was even allowed to have a such, Erestor lay dead and pale on the ground, dead by Gemini’s own hand, he had saved him from the other vampires, but he had not managed to save him from one last threat, himself!

The dream gave away as he felt hands shake him, “Gems!” someone called “Wake up!”

He blinked confused, slowly focusing on the elf that looked pale, tired and worn. “Get away from me!” Gemini cried, pushing Erestor away, crawling backwards in the tub, and breathing heavily. “Don’t to-touch me,” he gasped.

“Gemini?” Erestor said, looking troubled, taking a step closer to the tub, “Did you have that dream again?”

Gemini just nodded warily looking away from Erestor.

“It’s just a dream, sweetheart,” Erestor whispered, seating himself on the tubs edge, reaching out for his lover huddling in the corner of the tub. “You would never hurt me, I know that.”

“No you don’t,” Gemini whispered.

Erestor looked like a worried mother, not sure what to say to comfort the distraught vampire, “But I do,” he stated flatly.

“But I already have hurt you!” Gemini whispered brokenly “The last time we... Were together, I almost killed you, how can you trust me, when I don’t trust myself?”

“I admit you got a little enthusiastic there,” Erestor said with a little smile. “But it was alright, I am not hurt, see?” he turned his arms where Gemini had slashed him in the midst of his rising orgasm when they had fucked the last time, months ago.

Gemini turned his face from the faint scars on Erestor’s wrist. “Don’t mock me,” he said flatly.

“I am not mocking you,” Erestor said, the frustration evident in his voice, the elf grabbed Gemini’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “Trust yourself, just as much as I trust you,” he said harshly.

Gemini looked up at Erestor’s chestnut brown eyes, with his own poisonous green ones. “You don’t trust me further than you can throw me, you pervert,” he said with a slight smile. Running his tongue over his fangs.

Erestor smiled back, Gemini always did this, turning everything into a sexually loaded game, when the questions got too close. But since the last time where Gemini had slashed Erestor pretty badly, they had not been intimate at all, and Erestor was honestly at a point where he would welcome a lick to his bellybutton. “Who are you calling pervert?” he said softly, raising a prefect eyebrow.

Gemini stepped out of the tub, and unto the floor, looking up at Erestor. Gemini had been turned into a vampire, as he was not yet a man, he had been around sixteen as he had met his fate in the shed of his parent’s farm. Now he was frozen in time, forever trapped in the body of a scrawny sixteen-year-old boy. But his smile and his gaze gave him away, being that of an adult. But he knew that Erestor’s infatuation of him had begin long before he had known what he was, Erestor and he had first met in Cairo, and Erestor had taken this skinny boy in, thinking he was an orphan or something, becoming Gemini’s tutor. Gemini would always leave in the day, and come back at night, and for a year Erestor had not even been suspicious, it had not been until the elf had let go of his long build up lust, and pinned Gemini to his giant four poster bed, and taken what he thought he had been the first to have, but he weren’t, by far. But Gemini hadn’t cared about that; he had gladly given Erestor what he wanted, and more. Falling asleep in the larger elf’s arms, woken by dawn and its deadly rays. That had been when Erestor had known, it hadn’t changed a thing, and it had only made Erestor lust more for the vampire. Not that Gemini thought that Erestor actually wanted to become one himself, not that he had ever asked him, but then again, Erestor had never asked.

“I know you’re a pervert,” Gemini said with a knowing grin. “Otherwise you’d never have fucked me.”

Erestor’s grin disappeared, but was replaced with a smirk.

Gemini pointed at Erestor’s smirk and burst out “See? Pervert!”

“You were delicious and tempting,” Erestor said with a husky voice. Looking at Gemini who jumped up on the counter next to the sink, resting against the giant bathroom mirror.

“You thought I was a boy,” Gemini stated with a tingling laugh.

Erestor nodded slowly, his ravenblack hair still tussled from sleep, falling down in his face. “I did,” Erestor said with a low voice, brushing his hair out of his eyes with a languid move as he stepped forward, and with a hand on each of Gemini’s thighs, pushed the vampire’s legs apart, so he would fit in between, smiling as Gemini wrapped his legs around his waist. “Guess I scored, I got a two hundred years old boy,” he said, running his fingers over Gemini’s cheek.

Gemini chuckled, gone was his dark thoughts, gone were his thirst, right now he just felt desirable and sexy, and so very alive.

Erestor leaned in over Gemini and kissed the vampire’s collarbone tenderly. Sneaking his hands down to the waistband of Gemini’s pants, Erestor’s long fingers played with the button of the tight jeans. “Go hunt, and come back” Erestor whispered “and when you do, I have something for you, Caleb”

Gemini sucked in his breath as his lover used his name, his real name. Once he had been the boy Caleb, not the vampire Gemini, even if he had been nothing for Gemini for decades, then his name from when he had been mortal was still so very special to him, that one word would undo worlds for him. And even if he had been on the verge of just slamming Erestor against the bathroom’s tiled wall, pushing down his sweatpants and devour his exquisite cock, then he wouldn't, not when his beloved asked him so nicely to go feed first, maybe he really was a little nervous to work Gemini up when he was not full? “Yes,” he just whispered, closing his eyes as Erestor’s hand rubbed against his groin outside the jeans.

Erestor stepped back, and looked at Gemini, who jumped down from the counter with cat like grace, almost the personification of liquid death. Gemini bend down and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he said with a coy grin.

“I know you will” Erestor said gently, leaning in and kissed his lover, leaving Gemini with a promise of what was to come when he returned.

As they kissed, Gemini could taste Erestor’s very life, hear his pulse, feel his warmth, and suddenly his nightmare came back. How could Erestor trust him when he did not trust himself? “I love you” Erestor whispered. “And I you” Gemini whispered back. Tonight he would feed and return, and tomorrow? He would just have to see what tomorrow would bring. One thing he knew was that some day he would not return from his hunt, one day he would run and hide, far, far away. Where Erestor would never find him, one day he would throw away all this, and his love as well, because one day he would no longer be able to control his nature, and his nature was death.

The end.