FIC: You Are My Comfort

[paulacas]

Title: You Are My Comfort
Author: Paula H
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Vampire!Steve/Chris
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – lonely before I met you
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. Any goofs are mine.

 

 

 

RPS, Vampire!Steve/Chris, lonely before I met you

 

The lone figure sat at the end of the bar observing the Saturday night crowd. The Christian Kane Band was garnering a reputation as a premier bar band in the city, and the number of people seemed to support that claim. 

This should have made the man at the bar happy. This was what he’d been working toward. His manager had said several record companies were putting out feelers towards them. 

Chris was never one for living inside his own head, but lately he’d been dissatisfied and restless. He smiled grimly into his glass, wondering if he was having his midlife crisis 15 years early or if he just needed to get laid. 

He ran a jaded glance over the crowd. The faces and the bodies were all groomed and coifed like they were going for ‘Best of Show’, but none stirred the fire in his belly that urged him to go on the prowl. 

He checked the time, shook off his strange mood and headed back to the stage for the next set. By the end of the night he’d let himself sink into the music and let it carry away his loneliness. 

When he rolled out the bed of the blonde beauty he’d picked up after the last set, all he wanted was a shower and his own bed. He was gettin’ too old for this one night stand shit. 

The band was booked all week. By Saturday, Chris was ready to punch somebody. Knowing the signs of the infamous Kane temper, the band kept their heads down to wait out the storm. At the end of the second set, Chris stalked to ‘his’ corner of the bar only to find some blonde dude on ‘his’ bar stool. He ordered a shot of JD and a beer. 

“Tough day?” Questioned the man sitting on ‘his’ stool. 

While still savoring the burn of Black Jack, he turned to the blonde, a snide remark ready on his lips. As he looked into clear blue eyes, the words died as a feeling of calm seemed to roll over his body. Rubbing a hand over his face, he took a sip of beer to buy himself time to get a grip. 

“Tough week.” He growled, still off balance. 

Suddenly he’s startled out of his thoughts by a familiar voice behind him. 

“Christian?” His blonde lover grew concerned over the confusion he saw in the blue/grey eyes. 

“I’m fine Steven.” He took a pull of his beer. “Remember when we met?” 

“Yes. I believe it was in this very establishment.” The vampire chuckled warmly. “You were looking for a battle in which to engage.” 

“But I found you instead.” His thoughts started to turn inward again. 

“What troubles you, love?” He reached for Chris’ arm to ground him the present. His emotions were in such turmoil it was hard to read the mortal. 

“I was remembering…I was…” Chris waves his hand with his frustration and disordered thoughts. “I was always searching for something—someone I could never find. That night I…” He dropped his head letting his hair shield his expression. 

Steven was beginning to feel alarmed. Christian didn’t often express himself verbally, but when he did he was usually quite articulate. 

Chris tried another track. “The aloneness. How do you deal? I felt so hollow that night, and I didn’t know what to do or how to fill the hole. Sex wasn’t gettin’ it—bein’ around people made it worse. I was so alone when I met you. How do I deal with that again when you leave?” 

“If you feel like this than I have not expressing myself very clearly.” Steven’s voice was low, hypnotic. 

Chris shivered as he felt fangs break the surface of his skin just enough for the tiniest sip. 

“There is no leaving. You are mine Christian Kane. There will be no need to worry about dealing with loneliness.” Steve growls in his ear. 

Chris let his weight fall into the cool comfort of his vampire. 

 

Comments

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

That "his vampire" line makes me smile every time! ♥

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thanks you. *hug of appreciation* Love Garfield icon. *G*

Think I've finally gotten caught up. Only have a couple fics I need to finish before I dive back into the list of prompts I've been hoarding.

[luminous-mortal.livejournal.com]

Sweet, sweet undercurrent...*licks lips*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I was having one of those days when I was way inside my own head, got that immortal/mortal thing running like a gerbil on a wheel. *G*

[postal333.livejournal.com]

I love your Vampire steve stories. But I really love longer fics. Do you write longer fics and if so would you do one in this verse. Your vampire Steve is soooo hot.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much. Since you ask, I'll have to shake my vampire!Steve muse & see if she'll give me something longer.