Characters: Daniel {Beverley} and Armand {Mischa}
Rating: Triple XXX and then some.
Spoilers: QOTD.
Comments: This is slash. You have been warned. ( Mischa.)

" Men and women fell in love with Armand, of course, " so innocent, so passionate, so brilliant! You don't say.
In fact, Armand's power to seduce was almost beyond his control. And it was Daniel who must bed these unfortunates, if Armand could possibly arrange it, while he watched from a chair nearby,
a dark-eyed Cupid with a tender, approving smile.
Hot, nerve-searing, this witnessed passion, Daniel working the other body with ever greater abandon, aroused by the dual purpose of every intimate gesture.
Yet he lay empty afterwards, staring at Armand, resentful, cold."

Queen of the Damned, Chapter Four.

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~Armand~

I know what he thinks as he lies there, looking at me that way; I do not need to search his mind for the words. In those moments, after the passion has died, the arousal faded, he hates me.

Hates me with almost the same passion with which, at other times, he professes to love me. As I love him.

I did not mean to care. It was an experiment, and idle fancy. Follow this boy, learn from him what you can, what you need. And when you are done, destroy him. I did not realise at that time, that he would come to have the power to destroy me. I have had mortal servants before, some knowing, some not.

All have served their purpose and then gone to their graves, one way or the other.

They mattered little to me, frail, brief creatures in whom the light is lit so quickly and snuffed so easily and so suddenly.

This boy, how did he come to mean so much? How is it that I am reduced to this? I
have seen beauty enough; I have looked into many minds, countless souls, and never found what I have found with him.

Is it love? I do not know.


I know what he wants from me. Not the gift, although he seeks that too. He wants that one thing that I do not have in my power to give him. I give him everything of it that I can. The kisses, the caresses; I thrill to the feel of his skin, his scent, I love to wake him from slumber and see the sleepy smile that greets me, even as he grumbles at the intrusion. When he is still only half-awake, when he allows me to wash and dress him, to run my cold, dead hands over his warm flesh, to scent him with rose soap and brush his ashen hair.


I would do almost anything for him, almost. And yet, I cannot do this.


To give him the mortal love that he craves, what an accomplishment that would be, what proof of my feeling, the feeling he has brought alive in me. I give him lovers, I stay with him, as close as I can be and try not to care as he touches them and makes love to them.

I know he thinks of me when he is inside them, I listen to his passion as well as watch it.

Would that I could touch him as they touch him. Be with him completely as they are.

I would kill them all after, if that would ease my pain.

Look at how he stares at me. I am killing him with this. But this is all the warmth I can muster.

It is all I have to give.


**

~Daniel~



All hotel rooms look the same, have that identical 'on the surface' clean smell, I swear even the sheets could be the same ones that I slept in last night. White sheets…yeah, that made me grimace….white so they don't show up the fuck stains..

I flung myself face down on the bed, avoiding the puddle of smeared semen from my last conquest. Poor kid he'd had doe eyes for me all evening and Armand had made sure that that little fly had been caught in our web. He'd laid the trail all evening until finally that one slow dance had sealed the kid's fate.
Weird how you can feel a hard on through denim almost as if it's silk.

I ran my finger along a slight tear at the edge of the pillowcase, thrusting carelessly into the fabric as I had thrust into him.
I didn't give a damn who he was. He had come on to me and I'd given him what he wanted. Armand hadn't even had to pay this one, that should have made me feel better, but it didn't.
A slight movement from the chair told me instinctively that Armand wanted my attention.

Well, fuck him, tonight I wasn't playing his game.

I'd given him his cheap thrill, and God knows the one thing that got me hot was the knowledge that his eyes were everywhere when I played. I did it for him, every plunge; every growl in my throat was for him, because when it came down to the wire, it was him that I wanted.

Tough shit, Danny, didn't anyone ever tell you that you can't have everything you crave.

And it was the one thing he couldn't give me, he'd told me that, night after night as I'd almost begged him to take me into his bed.

So tonight I turned away from him, aware that I looked about as dead as he was.
My mussed up hair plastered to my head, dark with sweat, a day's stubble on my chin and deep, raw scratches on my neck. My bed partner had gone a little wild when I slipped my teeth into his swollen slit, the marks on me were proof of that.

"I'm heading for the shower, Armand, you gonna go feed?" The smoke from the bar still clung to my throat, and I swallowed hard.

Wearily I slipped my legs over the side of the bed, still with my back to him. The dirty,
worn carpet was about as welcoming as a bed of nails. Not a word from him as I shrugged and gingerly took the two steps to the bathroom. I pulled the cord to start the fan and glanced at him over my shoulder.

Christ Almighty….every time I looked at him my heart flipped. I mean I know every inch of
his skin like it was my own, but still he has the ability to knock the breath from my body. I
rested my head on the cold door surround,listening to the whirr of the fan in the background.

"Armand, " I whispered, "I just can't do this anymore, don't you know that you're killing me."

Part 2

~Armand~



Perhaps I should go in, be with him in the shower.


That it were me, my hands, touching, probing, arousing his fine flesh. I want to be the one to make him scream with passion. But I watch, I observe and can change nothing.


I can hear the shower now. He has finally moved from his place behind the door and is washing himself.

I can picture it as easily as if I was there in the room with him.

No preternatural magic needed for this, only imagination, which I possess in abundance in regard to my beautiful boy.


Easily can I envision the fall of the water down the sides of his strong thighs and wide shoulders. I know in detail his routine, how he first wets his hair, allowing the water to cascade over him, face turned up into the spray and his mouth open like an offering.
How he soaps the sponge and then applies it, first across the broad chest with its smattering of blond hairs, how his nipples tighten under the pounding of the water.

Then across his hard belly. More soap for the sponge, then he washes his legs and feet. Finally he rubs the sponge between his legs and through to his buttocks.

Sometimes, when I watch, he teases me with it, rubbing in ever decreasing circles 'till the sponge covers his cock. It appears and disappears by turn, amongst its covering of soap and water. I love how the water trickles between his legs, wetting the hairs of his arms and legs; how it makes the hair that surrounds his sex curl and glisten with tiny water droplets.

These passionate thoughts of my beloved arouse me, make me want to…

God! I am such a fool!

There can be lovemaking!

Daniel wants me and I him.

Why did this not occur to me before?


*

My clothes are in a careless pile by the bed and I silently open the bathroom door. The noise of the water muffles my approach as I ease into the shower bay behind him. He is as I pictured; face turned into the spray, eyes closed.

A warm rain; droplets bounce from his body onto mine and pearl on my pale skin.

It heats my flesh as I reach for him.



**

~Daniel~



I think I slammed the shower door so hard behind me it's a wonder they didn't hear me two blocks away.

Stepping under the spray I cursed bluntly as the icy water hit my skin. With a flick of the dial, I pushed it up to hot, aware that my jaw ached as my teeth were clenched so damn tight.

In sheer frustration I pounded my fists into the tiled shower wall, grazing my knuckles on the old jagged grouting. Cursing again at my stubbornness, I bowed my head and let the water stream over me.

As if anything could wash this hopelessness away. Who the fuck was I kidding?

I'd walked into this relationship with my eyes wide shut, let's face it I'd backed the wrong
horse in the race to purgatory.


Closing my eyes tightly I let the water flood into my mouth, spluttering a little as it threatened to choke. Another flick of the dial and the water became needle spray, red hot and piercing, it bounced from my skin...raindrops from hell.

One step back to save my skin and I touched something made from stone.

"Sweet Jesus!" I cried, in alarm, "Armand, whatcha' trying to do, give me heart failure?"

But my voice softened as my eyes drank in the sight of him, pale and perfect, a boy carved from moonlight.

I watched spellbound as the spray teased his curls into dark ringlets, the weight of the water lengthening his hair so it clung to his slim shoulders.

His hand was on my neck, his fingers gently tracing the path of the water, and then his thumb found my bottom lip, pulling it open and raking his nail into the soft flesh.

I think I moaned and my knees turned to jelly.

"Beloved," he whispered, before slowly leaning forward to press his body tight against mine.

I shivered as we met, he was cold, he hadn't fed, and somehow this thought excited me.

I felt the muscles in the bottom of my stomach clamp and a tingle ran all the way down my spine.

In seconds, I was hard for him, my cock digging into the soft cool skin of his underbelly.He shifted slightly so the water ran between us and I clenched my teeth as the red-hot spray bit into me.

I knew it was pointless to try to fight him, but I did, because that was one thing that made me really hot.
The rush of adrenaline it gave me could keep me buzzing for hours.He knew the drill, he could sense the movement of my muscles before I'd even shifted position, but tonight I wanted to push the boundaries.


Slowly I pressed the back of my left hand flat against the tiles searching for the point where I knew I'd felt a razor sharp edge. Just a shimmer of pain it as it sliced cleanly into the raw skin of my knuckles.

I counted in my head….one….two…three…

he raised his head to meet my gaze….

four…

his head snapped back and the demon came out to play.

Reaching out he took my hand and brought it to his lips….all the while never breaking eye contact with me.

"Take it," I said hoarsely, as the steam almost hid him from my view.

I waited for his teeth to find my skin, for that pinprick of pain before the pleasure took me.
When he shifted his weight and I fell awkwardly against the corner of the stall, my heart skipped a beat.

"Have I ever really kissed you before, Daniel?"

I nodded in reply.

"Wrong answer, my love," he murmured, and then I watched as he drove his fangs through his tongue.

Part 3

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~Armand~
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Come into my arms beloved, that's it. This is the blood kiss, the kiss that is meant.
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How warm and soft you are in my arms, the smell of the blood you spilt excites me. The feel of your arousal, humbles me. That you could want this dead thing in your arms.
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How strongly he suckles from me, my tongue in his mouth. I love the taste of him. He willingly caresses me, my Daniel, his hands run freely over me, and mine over him.Hard-packed muscle coated with soft, warm living skin.
I hold him up as the blood makes him swoon and regretfully, break off the kiss.He moans at the loss. It is all right, beloved. We are not done.
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He leans back against the wall, eyes closed and I bend my head to his chest.Moaning again, pleasure and pain as I nip and bite the tender buds, but I draw no blood.
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Not yet.
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The hand that cups his face is captured, my thumb drawn into his mouth and sucked.
His sex, so hard, twitches against my belly. It throbs as I caress it, sliding a fingernail
into the slit, he hisses at the rough contact and thrusts his hips forward, wanting more.
He loves to play close to the edge; another moan as I let my nails scrape across the tender skin of the tip.
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Fang teeth torture the taut buds on his chest, when finally I drive them in he shudders
and whispers…yes.
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Delicious this, the taste of his blood, the smell of his soul. Lick and bite the tiny wound, heal it.
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On my knees I look up at him, leaning against the cold tiles hands splayed against them for balance, his hair plastered to his face, he is, as ever, beautiful. Changing the love play from rough to gentle, I make of my hand a cup to hold his scrotum and draw it forward, dragging my tongue over it's silken surface.
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He is shaved smooth here; this I love, this total exposure of every inch of his sex, he leaves only a small area untouched, crisp curls at the base of his cock that I run my fingers through to grasp the base and draw it into my mouth.
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~Daniel~

Sweet Jesus, the taste of his blood on my tongue is something I swear I could live on.

I had long ago swept the moral argument under the carpet that decent human beings don't crave it.

I wasn't decent. Sometimes I wondered if I was still human.

Two minutes ago I'd been seething with anger over how callous he could be and now that anger was
converted to pure, blind, fuck crazed lust.

He knew just where to touch me, he ripped the base needs from my mind but I gave the information freely.
Night after night, he managed to delve deeper into the want that lived in the part of me that I denied.

"God…Armand." My voice was a whisper, as his soft lips traced a path down my chest.

There was a whimper in my throat as his teeth found the hard bud of my nipple.

Lick…nip…bite.

Drawing the blood to the surface.

And then his hands were on my cock and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I was thrusting my hips against him, running on carnal instinct.

The pull of his fingers across the head of my cock suddenly deepened as the pre-cum oozed from me.
Every nerve in my body screamed in frustration as I watched him sink to his knees.

If this was wrong, I don't ever want to be right again.

This is now, the blinding reality of body and mind connecting as one…

I'm barely aware that the water has changed to a lukewarm stream and my fumbling fingers somehow find
the dial.

Only the slow drip of the water from the showerhead now, the swirls of steam curling away to the
ceiling...... and his hands are cupping my balls.

I can feel him testing just how hard he can squeeze without me crying out, and his tongue, reptilian, flicks
over the head of my cock.

I can't stop myself pushing into the cold satin of his mouth, as he scrapes a fang along the main vein of
my cock to teach me that I should have waited.

My fingers find his wet hair and I hold his head against me as he begins the rhythm, long and slow, which
he knows drives me crazy.

But he has all the time in the world.

"I want you so fucking much," I mumble the words, as my cock jolts against the roof of his mouth.

Through blurring eyes I see him pull away, a thin line of saliva joins us for a brief second, and my heart
lurches.

What did I do wrong?

Taking my hand in his, he leads me from the bathroom and I gasp as the cooler air from the bedroom hits
my skin.

Crossing the room, he deftly opens the latch on the patio door and steps out onto the small balcony,
pulling me with him.

The cold night air laps against my aroused body as he slips his arms around my neck, linking his fingers
and raising his eyes to meet mine.

"This chill, my Daniel, is nothing compared to how a vampire feels when the hunger gnaws."

I catch the meaning in his voice but I'm not in the mood to give a damn.

Grasping one of his hands, I bring it to my lips, sucking at his fingertips, letting my tongue play under his
nails.

There's a thought flying in my head and I'm scared to voice it.

But what the hell I might as well, he'll hear it anyway.

Part 4

~Armand~

"I want you to fuck me."



Oh, my precious boy, that is what I want too. But you know that it is impossible.
Reluctantly, I draw my fingers from his mouth and tell him so.

"No, it's not." he insists.

We shall see.

Now is not the time for words, now is time for showing. I know what he wants, my Daniel, right down in his secret heart of hearts. Every dark fantasy he has ever entertained, every touch he has ever reached for, is imprinted there and I will give it all to him.

He comes easily into my arms, such trust from a mortal. So precious, so rare.

Come back inside with me my love, you are right, now is not the time to speak. Let me show you with my body, my hands and my tongue, just what you mean to me.

A gentle beginning, I lay him on the bed, ashen hair against the dark covers, on his belly and I beside him. Slow strokes across his silken skin. Like fine velvet it feels, with its covering of fine, gold hairs. The muscles of his shoulders relax under my ministrations and he sighs with contentment.

In the drawer by the dresser there should be some…ahh..yes, there it is.

Warm the lotion in my hands and sit up next to him. I revel in the feel of the hard muscle beneath my hands. His scent rises from his warm, damp body.

These are the sensual pleasures of a vampire.

Stroke along his flanks, down his thighs, then firm, upward movement across his buttocks. He quivers with anticipation of my touch, but I move on. Again and again I pass over, until he is shivering with desire and moaning at each missed opportunity. Sweet torture.

When I pull the pillow down, he obediently raises his hips and I slide it under his belly. Then I wait.

He knows that, this time, I will not pass.

More lotion, his need is palpable now. This time my hands stop when they reach the firm rise of his cheeks and I make slow circles with one hand, the other pours lotion directly onto his skin. He shudders at the touch of the cold cream and then moans his pleasure when I dip my finger into it and run it gently down into the crack of his ass.

The motion becomes regular, dipping and spreading the cream, stroking the tiny, puckered opening and then continuing on to tug his balls before resuming the glide.
Now, I reach beneath him, one hand grasping his cock, the other moves up to his chest, seeking a nipple. He raises himself onto his elbows to allow me access and I pinch, hard.



Gentle beginnings over, now the dark fantasy begins.

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~Daniel~

I can hardly string two thoughts together as he leads me back inside and motions for me to lie on the bed.

The cool contact of the covers against my skin has me writhing before his hands even touch me.

I feel as if he has stripped away a layer of my skin, and now the flesh underneath shivers in naked anticipation.

Christ, Armand..no one on earth has ever made me feel like this.

I want you so much I can taste it.

His fingers play on my skin, searching for every tender spot, and my heartbeat quickens with each pass of his hands.

"Harder," I groan, as his touch becomes too gentle.

Show me what you are; show me that you want me.

I can feel the sweat begin to break out; the tiny pinpricks of moisture expand to form a larger drop, then pool to run down my body.

A thin stream spreads from my chest to my upper belly where it seeps into the covers.

I watch him as he takes the lotion, fascinated by each subtle move of his hands and scared to death of meeting his eyes.

I know he has read my mind, I'd screamed the words silently.

If this were a game to him I don't want to know, I'd just keep playing to the end.

Risking it all on the roll of the dice.

Easy come, easy go, isn't that what they say about chance?

But I am bargaining with my life.

He pushes the pillow underneath me, to raise my hips, and I bite down hard on the back of my own hand to stifle the moan as his finger strokes between my ass cheeks. On instinct, I spread my legs wide, and bury my head into the covers to block out everything else. I grimace as the tightening in my balls throbs through the whole of my body.

Say the word, Armand, and I'll cum for you here.

His fingers milk my balls, sliding upwards to hesitate over my opening, then a teasing push with the very tip of his finger. I open to him like the slut that I am, the lotion giving his finger easy access as it slips just inside my assring.

As he reaches for my nipple, I raise myself up, yelping as he squeezes without mercy.
Then I catch the look in his eyes, and for a brief moment there is a connection between us like a lightning bolt. I hold my breath not daring to move in case the moment is lost. His gaze strays to my belly and he graces me with a full fang smile. Leaning forward he runs the end of his little finger gently over the head of my cock, coating it with precum, then he slips the same finger into my mouth and presses against my tongue.

With tears blurring my vision I slide one arm around his neck and take hold of a handful of
wayward curls. I press my lips to his forehead, and feel the brush of his eyelashes as he bends his head to my neck. He moves into a sitting position, and draws his knees underneath and whispers into my ear.

"Sit across me, Daniel, I want to feel your cock against mine."

Part 5

~Armand~



He does as I have bidden. Just as well, as the kiss was almost too much for me to bear.
So close, and the hunger rose, unwanted and almost uncontrollable. He loves that I have not fed, he loves my hunger, the gauntness of my face, the danger to him that it represents.

This simmering cauldron of need echoes his own and this is what makes it so good for us, when we come together this way.

This time will be different, there will be…more.

This time I will give him what he craves, for both our sakes.



The heat from his nakedness pressed against me is stirring my instincts again.
The smell of blood and sweat and semen tickles my nostrils as I again grasp his cock and work it. He moans and writhes against me, wanton and demanding and I whisper in his ear:little slut.

One succulent nipple presses against my mouth as he forces my head down and I scrape it with fang teeth, drawing a little blood. Poor punishment for his temerity.

The edge draws ever closer, he would come now, if I commanded it. Reaching beneath him to open the zip on my jeans and lifting him, turning him on my lap so that he faces me, legs spread wide on either side of my thighs.

He can feel me now, my flesh, cold and hard, pressing against his entrance. Trying to raise himself, to lower his body onto mine, earns him a cruel twist of his nipple.
A reminder that I am the master here tonight.

Driving two fingers up inside him, opening the way, plunged in and out in rough rhythm, they make him cry out with pain and need.

Now then, my Daniel.

I force my way inside him.

My hard cock reams his opening, forcing a passage, demanding an entrance and his willing body opens to accept me.

Oh God, was anything ever so sweet? The heat, the all-enveloping heat, the closeness and intimacy of such an act. How could I have forgotten?

Inside you, Daniel. Inside you and with you.

Where I belong.



**
~ Daniel ~


I don't think I've ever wanted anything this much.

I know he can pluck each lust filled thought from my mind and I know from the expression in his eyes that this time he's willing to give it all to me. Sweet Jesus, it's a good thing I'm kneeling
over him because my legs won't hold me upright.

Slave to the demon, submitting to the boy from ages past, the killer who I love. I'd willingly sell my soul for this one night.

His fingers tease my cock, driving me to a frenzy and making me whimper and shiver. Animalistic sounds from my throat as instinct takes over and I thrust into his hand, desperate for skin contact.

There's an ache in my balls that's almost pleasurable as he presses his lips to my ear.

'Little slut'

Oh my God....how can two words boil the blood in my veins..

Winding my fingers through his soft curls, I push his head down, wanting his teeth to draw blood, needing the ultimate connection
between a vampire and a mortal. His teeth oblige instantly and I know that my taste is on his tongue.liquid copper to soothe the beast
It makes me harder.

The sound of a zipper and then he pushes my legs apart, murmuring sweet words into my ear and I know that this is it.

No more teasing. No going back.

Fire in my belly and every nerve screaming for release as his fingers search and probe, my gut feeling as if it's been twisted inside out..

Fuck..!!!

He splits me with two fingers, drives them inside without remorse, and I open to him without hesitation, gasping in pain as a sharp
fingernail scrapes into delicate internal skin.

Before I can catch my breath I feel the head of his cock against me and I find myself spreading my legs further apart, slipping on the bed covers.

And then his cock punches into me and I'm screaming and fighting for breath, with tears streaming down my face.

One thrust and he stops, snaking his fingers into my damp hair and looking me straight in the eye.

"Is this what you crave, beloved?" For a second I'm scared that he's mocking me but one glance at him and my fears vanish. So much love in those
beautiful eyes.

'I can't believe you're mine,' the thought almost drowns me and I let him hear.

"No words, my little whore. They are but empty vessels, talk with your body". His voice is ragged with lust and I moan as his cock seats itself deep inside me, pressing hard against my gland.

My cock twitches against his stomach and leaves a thin trail of semen as his hips slowly grind, edging me with each teasing plunge.
I feel the steel strength in his child-like figure, and see the taut muscles moving under his skin. My sweat mingles with the blood sheen on his body and there's a scent of men and death.

A timeless rhythm between us now, two bodies joined in unison and I can hear the wet sounds of our love making as the sweat slides down between my ass cheeks.

With a shaking hand I touch his cold cheek softly and then place my fingers on the pulsing vein in my neck.

"Complete the circle," I plead hoarsely.

Part 6

~ Armand ~



Oh yes, my love, I shall.



Swiftly but with great care, I roll until he is beneath me. I am still inside him, caressed by
moist warmth and stroked by powerful internal muscle. There is no feeling in all the world like it, how could I have forgotten?

His head drops to one side and I can see the small hairs of his nape, dewy and clinging to his soft skin. The smell of his arousal is a strong aphrodisiac; the sight of his veins pumping the life around his body makes the blood lust pound in my head.

Sight and touch and smell, they are the things that arouse me now. The exquisite sensations I derive from being within his writhing body are driven by emotion, by love, not by the human lust that fires him.

When I dip my head and trail my tongue down the heated skin, he moans and tries to raise his head, wanting to be closer. My hand, tangled in his damp hair grabs and drags him back down again. I am leading this dance and he shall sway only to my tune. I thrust harder inside him, to punish and distract and he screams his lust into the night.

Fighting to have me ever deeper inside him, opening his legs wider, tilting his hips in
an invitation to be taken, used. I batter at him, fucking him hard and driving his body back into the mattress while I again nuzzle at his throat.

Self-denial too, is a powerful aphrodisiac.

On my knees now, so that I may watch him writhe and scream, impaled upon me. I slide my hands beneath his hips and wrench his buttocks further apart, digging my fingers into fragile flesh, drawing blood.

Not one inch of my rigid cock shall be left outside him unattended.

His cock is hard and pulsing, dripping cum, his balls drawing up close, almost ready to release. And beneath me he threshes, head turning from side to side, eyes blind with lust, his hands grip the sheets, tearing at them in his pain.

He loves this, this sexual battery, being filled and used and taken. The pain and the lust mingle into one all-encompassing whole and he can never get enough of it. Not when it is I who is giving him his pain.

I can hardly stand this. Each vein in his body stands out, calling to me as he shifts on the bed, driving his hips up, seeking the release that is just moments away. I throw myself forward again, releasing my grip on his ass, roughly I grab another handful of his wet hair and twist his neck away.
He screams…

"Yes."

...as I break the skin at the base of his throat, completing our communion, joining us as one.






~ Daniel ~

One quick movement and he has me on my back, and the angle of his cock finds a new nerve-screaming
area within to explore. My arousal scares me, every muscle is a slave to his whim, every
thrust of his cock opens me further.

You own my mind and my soul and now I give you my body, a very unholy trinity, my demon master.

Lazily I roll my head to one side, to tease him with the sight of my throat. I'm already starting to zone out,the euphoria peaking as the climax builds.

His tongue laps at my neck, tasting the skin, and I find myself fighting against him, struggling to raise myself up and pull him closer. It's no surprise when he yanks me down by my hair, the
sharp rebuff flooding through my veins and heightening every sense.

'Fuckslut', he murmurs in my ear, nipping at the lobe as he changes position, driving his
cock high inside me. Whimpering like a puppy, I raise my hips to give him deeper access, winding my legs around his slim body.

A random thought flits through my head as to whether I should ask him for permission to cum, but I'm so fucking close now...

His cock rams harder now, filling me, feeding the lust that fires me, nothing can compare to the brutal love of another man.

Everything is blurring as the sweat pours into my eyes and I step over the edge..

Closing my eyes I scream his name as his fangs rip at the skin at my throat. I hear the wet
sound of my flesh breaking and his cold lips seal the wound&hell...then the instant high as the blood flows..

Violently I feel my balls contract, and then the split second of ecstasy before the dam breaks and I shoot in hot bursts, splattering his stomach with cum, as my hips grind and thrust beneath him.

And all the while my blood flows into him...

and suddenly I'm floating above myself and looking down at my sweat covered body, seeing a thin trickle of blood dribbling onto the white pillowcase...

Part 7

~Armand~

Ahhh …the taste, the sweet blood that fuels my body and lends color to my soul.

The sheer ecstasy of drinking from him. Can any elixir of the Gods be as fine?

He bucks against me, the smoky taste of him on my tongue and then I am sharing with him the release he so longs for. I feel it, roaring through him, how his heart races, how sweet the blood tastes, rich with passion.

Sweat and blood, tangled and mingled, runs over my tongue and down my throat.


Like this, my Daniel…yes…always and forever…

I have to stop!

Oh sweet mercy, what have I done?

Daniel lies limp upon the covers, replete and unknowing. Oh God! How much did I take?

What damage has my greed wrought?

Tenderly, I comb his sweat-soaked hair, how it darkens with the dampness. His beautiful, bright eyes glazed with exhaustion and weakness. His heartbeat is strong. Good. I have not taken too much.

For a moment I thought…

Such a sweet smile, trusting and loving, does he not know how close he came, how close we came?

Almost, I did not stop. Our coming together in such a fashion too satisfying, my hunger too great. I know that he loves the element of danger it represents, but it almost brought about his death this time.

We were too close.

He turns on his side and shifts slightly so that our flesh is still touching.

I love this intimate contact; I love him.

The miracle is that my love is returned, all other concerns are petty in the face of that incredible gift.

Eyes drifting away, he tells me to go and feed. I do not think he has realized how much I have taken. What scares me more,is that I do not think that he would care, even if I took him to the point of death and left him there, alone.

*

Quickly and silently, I dress. Even now I can hear his blood pumping and it calls to me. I must go out and feed. More importantly, as much as it pains me, I must never let this happen again.

He is my siren song and my strength to resist his call is not infinite.

Never again can we come together in this way. How can I make him understand?
The truth is, I cannot.

For so long he has wanted this intimacy, fought for it, argued for it, and now I must deny him once again. It must not be allowed to destroy what we have and it will, if I do not…


I know what I must do.

Forgive me, my love, there is no other way. I will carry the burden of this loss alone and cry for it in silence. He sleeps, and the dreams begin.

Bend over him Armand, kiss his brow,
the delicate skin of his temple and….do it!

You can, you must.

Kiss the shell of his ear, whisper the word, place it into the shadow of his
soul and make it real.


"Forget…"



~Daniel~


I'd been in a foul mood all day; even the dogs on the street had avoided me as I walked, shoulders hunched, deep in thought. That would be funny if I hadn't felt so messed up.

This morning I'd woken with a killer headache, the kind I used to get after a bottle of vodka, but I hadn't even been drinking much last night.

But I couldn't remember much about what had happened, and that scared me. Maybe my memory was really fucked up by my depraved lifestyle..

I knew he'd been there watching me fucking around, and then I'd gone for a shower. I remembered feeling so pissed with him, almost as if I wanted him to leave for good. After that the whole night was one big blank and I'd woken up in a cold sweat, the humming noise of the traffic down below slowly sinking into my foggy brain.

And now I found myself sitting on the wall by the park watching the little kids playing. I didn't want to be here, but I didn't want to go back to that room.

Because if I did I'd spend it pacing the floor til the sun disappeared, waiting for him, and he might not come.

He must have picked up on my thoughts last night; I'd almost relayed them on an amplification system the size of Central Park.

Suddenly I'm aware that that I'm not alone and I find myself looking down on the face of a kid about seven years old. Her face is flushed with excitement and as she smiled, I see her two front teeth are missing. Shyly she picks up the ball at my feet before running away at the sound of her mother's voice.

'don't play with strangers, little girl, they'll steal your heart away'..

I'm hellish tired and the wind seems to cut through my skin, cutting into my bones.

A glance at the sky tells me that there's about four hours til sundown. If I go back to our room and sleep I might be able to conjure up the same dream from last night.

You see he'd been mine then in that dream world, he'd made love to me and it was everything I'd ever wanted...and more...it had been so vivid I swear I could still feel him inside me...

Too bad it was all make believe.


Fin
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