Blacque-Bleu

by Belinda McBride

  Bleu restrained him again, chuckling warmly. “You’re heading in the wrong direction. We need to get you home. Soon.” He slipped an arm around Blacque’s waist, and to his amusement, Blacque felt his cock begin to lazily fill. In spite of his sore, weary body and the frigid air, the damn vampire still had that effect on him. He looked down at himself and laughed.

  “Lukas, can I make a suggestion?” Bleu smiled at his amorous display. “Will you please allow your wolf to take the burden? I think he’ll help you home better than I can.”

  “That’s a good idea, Bleu.” He grinned foolishly and relaxed, then dropped down to all fours. Immediately the world was clearer, and his body was warmer. He still hurt like hell, but as they entered the forest, Blacque walked as close to Bleu as he possibly could, enjoying the feel of true freedom for the first time in his memory.

  Chapter 19

  Blacque watched the sticky blood melt away from his skin and swirl down the shower drain. He leaned heavily against the shower wall, soaking up the heat, the water, and the feel of Bleu’s strong hands on his body. He was healing more slowly than usual, but given his unusual expenditure of energy and adrenaline, that didn’t surprise him too much. What did surprise him was when Bleu had to half carry him into the bathroom and then strip and manhandle him into the steaming water, but that was a nice surprise.

  He looked away from the tile floor and laid his head back against the wall, relaxing, putting himself into the vampire’s capable care. He was loose, weary, and warm. When Bleu ran a soapy hand over his cock and behind his balls, he gave a drunken grin.

  “I can’t believe you’re horny. You can barely stand on your own two feet, but there you go!”

  Blacque thrust hips forward, laughing rather foolishly.

  “Did you have something to drink out there?” Bleu pumped a soapy hand along Blacque’s very erect shaft. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

  “It’s the adrenaline from fighting, I guess. And I’m happy—” He groaned as Bleu slipped a finger into his ass.

  “I’d fuck you here and now, pup. But I’d feel like I’d be taking advantage of you.” Bleu leaned in and kissed him slowly, letting their lips slide together. “It’s been far too long.”

  “Do it!” Blacque’s laughter had faded away, and he was suddenly stone-cold sober. He blinked rapidly, dislodging the beads of water on his eyelashes. For the first time that night, he looked up at Bleu, suddenly aware that they were together and that he’d just announced to the entire pack the vampire was his. Bleu backed away slightly and gazed into his eyes. He was so beautiful. Blacque had to swallow hard before he spoke.

  “You look good.” And he did. His skin was smooth; his color was warm. Blacque reached up and stroked Bleu’s face, letting his gaze wander. His callous fingers strayed over silken skin, tracing the angles of Bleu’s cheekbones. He closed his eyes as he shuddered in reaction to the arousal that washed through his body. He indulged in a kiss, a heated caress, and the knowledge that he’d no longer be lonely. Blacque opened his eyes and looked at his vampire’s full, beautiful lips, his elegant nose. He ended up gazing into those deep blue eyes. His thick black hair was slicked back from his high forehead. Blacque’s cock was hard and brushing against Bleu’s erect shaft, but Blacque ignored his arousal. He was desperate to touch and to hold, knowing that this time he didn’t have to hide. He knew there was a future for them.

  “You gave me a gift, Lukas. I wanted to stay alive long enough to pay you back.”

  Blacque groaned and then leaned forward to rest his head against Bleu’s shoulder. When the vampire’s strong arms came around him, he melted. He reached around Bleu’s waist and held him tight. “I was frightened. I was afraid you’d let yourself go.”

  Bleu ran his hands over Blacque’s back, stroking gently. “Oddly my insomnia returned. But in the past couple of weeks, it’s faded. The dreams have let up as well. I can’t remember ever being so desperately unhappy, yet with the dreams gone, I’ve felt strangely at peace.” Bleu propped his chin on Blacque’s head. “Life goes on, though I’d much rather it go on with you.”

  “Yeah. Me too.”

  Bleu laughed, and Blacque looked up quizzically. “You are the master of the understatement, pup.”

  “And you talk too much.” Heat rose in his body, and now he wanted. He growled and thrust his hips into Bleu’s, feeling their cocks slide together. Though he’d never been with another man, Blacque suspected there was no one in the world more perfectly suited to him.

  “As usual, your actions speak much louder than words.” Bleu leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue along Blacque’s jaw, ending with a slight nip on the throat. Suddenly Bleu was the aggressor, and Blacque shivered with anticipation.

  “Do you need to feed?” Blacque’s cock hardened even more at the idea.

  “Strangely enough, no, I don’t.” He smiled. A sultry, sensual expression lit in his eyes. “But I will. I always crave you.” He pressed Blacque into the tiled wall, kissed his mouth, then finally slipped his tongue between Blacque’s lips. He plundered, he claimed, and he made sure Blacque was breathless with need before breaking the kiss. He leaned in closer and nipped Blacque’s earlobe.

  “Turn around, pup. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  His head spun. Bleu reached up to change the angle of the spray and turned it into a warm mist that caressed their bodies. He ran his hands down the wolf’s massive arms, grinning as his palms skated over bulging muscles. Mine. The knowledge raced through him like fire, heating his very blood.

  “Arms up over your head, and don’t let them down until I tell you.”

  Obediently Blacque turned and stretched his arms high up on the wall. Bleu stepped back just a bit, greedily surveying the long, powerful lines of the wolf’s back, following his spine down to his muscular ass and legs. He reached out and stroked along Blacque’s lower back, just above the swell of his buttocks.

  “You had more work done.” The vines twisted down to his hips and ass. It was still new and slightly raised.

  “I was hurting.”

  The tattooing was a form of self-mutilation. Bleu hadn’t really understood that before. Without warning, his eyes burned with tears. He hadn’t really understood how hard this experience had been for Blacque. When he spoke, his voice was a hoarse whisper.

  “I don’t want you to get any more tattoos. No more piercings either. I don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

  Blacque had been watching him over his shoulder, but now he turned away and pressed his forehead to the wet tile.

  “I knew that I’d hurt you. I’m so sorry, Bleu.”

  “No blame in this, pup. You did what you thought was right. I should never have seduced you in the first place. Not for the reasons that I did.” He leaned in and kissed Blacque’s neck right were it curved into the shoulder. He was exquisite.

  “What reasons?”

  “I wanted you. I wanted your blood, and I wanted your body. I’d wanted you for years, and when the chance finally presented itself, I took it without thinking about the consequences.” He reached around and tugged on the golden bars in Blacque’s nipples. “I was stupid enough to underestimate your sense of responsibility. I certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with you.”

  Blacque quaked under his hands. He shivered more as Bleu’s hands drifted lower and plucked at the golden rings piercing his sac.

  “Fear. I was afraid, Bleu. That’s all.”

  He pulled at the wolf’s balls while running a finger along the tender spot behind them. Blacque gasped, and he smiled. His own cock was hard and aching, but he owed this to the wolf. He owed him so much. Bleu palmed his ass, kneading the firm muscles there, then slipped the tips of his fingers between his cheeks.

  “Are you afraid now, Lukas?” He pressed lightly on the star of his opening and then retreated. He moved his hand away and leaned into Blacque’s powerful body. “Are you afraid?”

  “Hell yes!” Blacque’s voice was hoarse…full of
need and heat. “I’ve never been in love before, Bleu. I’m scared as shit.”

  “You love me?” He wrapped his arms around Blacque’s torso and held him tightly. How long had it been since he’d been loved? Felt love? For the first time in nearly a century, Bleu felt he was more than just a predator. He belonged to someone. He buried his face in Blacque’s broad shoulder, letting the wolf support his weight for just a moment.

  “Yeah, I do.” Blacque twisted slightly and looked into at Bleu’s face. “Will you just fuck me now?” He gave that tiny smile, and everything fell into place. They were both right where they belonged.

  They were downstairs. Blacque looked around the dimly lit room. He’d been down here every day since Bleu had left and had grown to hate the space. Now it was a good place again. He’d finally broken down and laundered the bedding, taking away the last vestige of Bleu’s presence. Now he was back. Bleu was reclining on the bed, leaning on his elbows. He was grinning at his handiwork.

  Blacque looked up at his hands, which were bound to the top of the punching bag. His naked body was pressed into the heavy leather. Shit. From now on, every time he looked at that bag, he’d get a hard-on. He sighed and rested his cheek against the leather.

  When Bleu’s hand smacked his ass, he jumped. He hadn’t heard him approach.

  “You know, Bleu, we were in a perfectly good shower…nice and warm…” He looked over his shoulder, staggering a bit when the bag shifted as well. He’d have to work to keep his balance.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about this for a while.”

  He could hear the smile in Bleu’s silky voice, and it excited him. He smiled back. He tugged at the bonds, feeling deliciously powerless.

  “All stretched out like that, you are so fucking beautiful.” He was close, so close that his breath caressed Blacque’s shoulder. He went tense, waiting for the bite, but it didn’t come. Instead Bleu reached up and pulled the loose end of the rope. Blacque’s arms dropped, and he shook them, bringing circulation back to his fingers.

  “Reach around the bag…like you’re hugging it.”

  He followed Bleu’s instructions, feeling the rope loop around his wrists. He was still bound but more comfortable. He sighed when Bleu returned and began nuzzling his shoulders. He pressed his cheek against the battered leather, letting his eyes drop shut as strong hands kneaded his sore muscles. He’d nearly forgotten about the challenges until Bleu’s hand gently stroked over a slowly healing bruise on his ribs.

  “You’re amazing. You won every challenge tonight. There’s no one in your pack who can defeat you.”

  “Yeah, there is.” He let more of his weight rest against the bag, spreading his legs a bit as Bleu’s hand glided down his ass. “My old man.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Bleu’s fingers moved away and then returned, slippery and cool with lube. Blacque’s belly twisted in arousal.

  “Yeah. I’m sure.”

  “Well, I’m not. You were magnificent, Blacque. A force of nature.”

  Blacque flushed with both pleasure and pride. He rolled his face against the bag and pressed his forehead into the leather as Bleu slid a finger into his hole. His balls felt full and heavy, and his cock was hard and throbbing with every heartbeat. When Bleu stroked his gland, precum began to well up from his cockhead. He arched forward to grind his hips into the punching bag. The scent of sweat and leather and sex began to fill the air.

  Blacque was eager, but Bleu moved slowly, carefully, coming back again and again with his fingers loaded up with lube. He fondled Blacque’s sac, smearing it liberally with the slippery stuff. Blacque tightened his hold on the bag, doing his best to turn and look at the vampire.

  Bleu’s face was pale and taut, and his eyes burned with heat. His damp hair was pushed back from his face but dropped into messy waves at the sides of his head. When he saw Blacque looking, he reached up and pushed his face back toward the punching bag.

  “Don’t watch,” he growled.

  “Fuck me,” Blacque whispered. His need had effectively bound him as tightly as the rope around his wrists. His legs were weak. Sweat began to roll down his chest. Every time Bleu’s fingers brushed and pulled at a piercing, his hips rocked forward, causing the bag to swing slightly.

  Bleu’s finger returned to his anus, and he pumped smoothly while adding another finger, and then a third.

  “Just do it!”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was adamant, though Blacque knew he was near his limit as well. When he felt the blunt head of Bleu’s cock sliding up his ass, he nearly wept in relief.

  He pressed in slowly, stretching and burning his passage while Blacque impatiently bucked back against him, needing that pain, feeling it heighten his arousal. Bleu’s hand dug into his hip, holding him steady. He drew back and thrust again, and then again, until finally they were fully melded, skin to skin. Blacque heard a despairing moan and distantly realized that he’d made that forlorn sound.

  It wasn’t going to last long. He knew it and had no doubt the vampire knew it as well. He didn’t want slow and gentle. He needed to feel Bleu take him, claim him. He needed to be joined with Bleu in every possible way. As the vampire’s strokes grew stronger and deeper, he held on to the bag, not even trying to meet him. The force of Bleu’s strength nearly sent him off balance. Only his hold on the leather bag and the other man’s hand on his hip kept him from staggering forward.

  He heard Bleu’s breathing. It sounded labored and frantic in his ear. He heard his own grunts every time the vampire’s hips thrust into his body. His ass ached, and the pain… It felt so damn exquisite! No human could take a fucking like this, and probably few werewolves could withstand it either. Bleu was pounding him into oblivion, slamming into him again and again, pouring his very heart and soul into Blacque’s body.

  The pressure built, the tension of his climax tearing from his back to his balls, and his fingers shifted, wicked claws punching deep holes into the leather. His back arched, and Bleu’s hand wrapped around his cock to stroke hard and fast, in time to his thrusts.

  “Come, pup. Come in my hand!”

  Blacque wept with the need to release, and before he could speak—to beg for it—teeth punched their way into his shoulder. Blood dribbled down his skin, and he shouted, curses and prayers mingling as he spilled, his seed slicking up Bleu’s hand, pulling the orgasm out even longer.

  Bleu’s body went tense behind his, and he broke away from the wound that was freely bleeding, his body shuddering and flexing as his cum filled Blacque’s ass. It was cool and soothing, and after Bleu wrapped his arms around Blacque’s body, he carefully lapped the blood from his skin even as he panted and groaned in bliss.

  They came down slowly. Bleu reached around and pulled the rope, releasing them both from the bag. On weakened legs, they slipped to the floor, still spooned together, the vampire’s arms anchoring Blacque to consciousness and reality. They lay on the rough carpet, both too overcome with exhausted emotion to communicate with words.

  Chapter 20

  Somewhere in the darkness, the phone was ringing.

  Bleu jerked awake, his heart racing from the dream he’d just had. He reached up to his face, felt for blisters, but his fingers touched only smooth skin. When he closed his eyes, he recalled the sad, loving expression on the face of Yves as he leaned in for a last kiss that ripped Oliver from one life into another.

  Bleu had allowed himself to drop into the shallows of sleep, content to lie next to Blacque for the entire night. He pushed his face into Blacque’s powerful neck, overpowered by the realization that he’d nearly lost the werewolf not once, but twice. He had no intention of letting his pup walk away again, even if the wolves didn’t want him around.

  The phone in the kitchen went silent, and then he heard the sound of a cell phone. Someone wanted Blacque, and it was important enough to rouse him in the middle of the night. He slid out from under the covers and moved silently to the stairs. In just seconds, he wa
s in the kitchen when the landline began to ring again.

  “Yes?” The caller was silent, but in the background, Bleu heard voices raised in distress. “This is Bleu. Lukas is asleep.”

  “Get him.” The voice was female, harsh with emotion. Bleu sensed movement and held out the phone for Blacque.

  “Yeah? Michella? What’s up?” His voice was sleepy but sounded slightly alarmed. Bleu walked to the window, still shaken by his dream. Granted, he rarely slept at night, but the dreams had always come during the day. He gazed out the window into the darkness, trying to puzzle out the change in his habits.

  “Lukas, your father and Drusilla didn’t come back from the meadow.”

  Bleu turned and listened. He could clearly hear both sides of the conversation.

  “They were going after Mallory. It hasn’t been that long.” Blacque glanced up at the clock.

  Uneasiness began to show on his face, and it echoed in Bleu’s gut. Something was wrong. Badly. His mouth went dry when he recalled that April had gone with them. When Blacque looked in his direction, that realization was on his face as well.

  “A call came to the house, Lukas. Alice took it. He said for Bleu to go back to the meadow.” She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was broken. “It was Mallory. They have your father and your sister.”

  “Who?”

  “I don’t know, Blacque! But he has them!”

  “Yves. He must have paid Mallory for his help.” Bleu spoke through the hands that covered his face. Yves was here and using Blacque’s loved ones to draw him out. He must have known April wouldn’t have enough influence over Bleu to lure him back to his side.

  Blacque placed the phone in the cradle and then turned to face Bleu.

  “I’m so sorry, pup. I had no idea he was here. I was suspicious of April, but I didn’t expect this.” Grief filled him; he’d been so happy to have his great-granddaughter in his life. He’d trusted so easily.