"Oh, for God's sake, Hayley!" Vidar stood up, shaking his head, and grabbed Tamir's hand. "I brought him here to meet the woman who raised me. I didn't bring him here to get lectured."
Before Tamir could take in what Vidar said, he found himself being led down the street, away from Hayley's house. He shook his head. No way could that nineteen-year-old have raised Vidar. He must have heard wrong.
"An old argument?" Tamir asked, wrapping his arm around Vidar's waist.
"Yeah. I should have known better than to take you to her." Vidar smiled slightly at him. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It was... interesting." He smiled at Vidar, then yawned.
"Ah. Home time." Vidar pulled out his mobile phone, dialling a short number.
He said barely two words to the person on the other end, and the car slid to a stop beside them, Vidar's driver hopping out to open their door. They sat in silence the whole way home, Tamir's head on Vidar's shoulder, Vidar's arm around his waist.
~ * ~
The sun rose over the city, striking Tamir in the eyes. He rolled over, burying his face into Vidar's side, pulling the blanket over his head. Vidar's arm snaked around Tamir's waist, and he smiled sleepily at him.
"Morning already?" Vidar groaned.
"Yeah. Unfortunately." Tamir snuggled further into Vidar's side. Vidar kissed Tamir, smiling at him.
"We don't have to get up yet. We can spend some time in bed..."
Tamir smiled, straddling Vidar and kissing him. "You're very smart, Vidar."
"That I am."
Vidar pulled Tamir down to a kiss. Tamir returned it, running his hands over Vidar's chest. Vidar rolled, pinning Tamir beneath him, and rested his weight along Tamir's naked body. Tamir smiled, wrapping one leg around Vidar's and pulling him closer.
Vidar smiled and sunk his teeth into Tamir's neck, making Tamir moan in pleasure, his hand snaking up to grab his cock, but Vidar pulled it away, instead kissing his way down to Tamir's cock and taking the head into his mouth.
Tamir's hand knotted in Vidar's hair, pulling it from its braid. Vidar sat up, abandoning Tamir's half-hard cock, and instead kissed the young man, his hands running through Tamir's hair in return.
Tamir looked at him, puzzled, but Vidar smiled, standing up. "Come here, Tamir," he said, his eyes twinkling.
Tamir climbed off the bed, his eyes bright, and stood close to Vidar. Vidar kissed Tamir, his hands grabbing the Tamir's ass and pulling him closer. Tamir smiled into the kiss, his hands knotting in Vidar's hair and pulling slightly. Vidar moaned and sank his teeth into Tamir's shoulder, one hand snaking around to grasp Tamir's cock.
Tamir moaned as Vidar started to run his hand up and down his cock, making it harder. Vidar smiled, releasing Tamir's shoulder. Tamir was so relaxed, he went with the motion when Vidar turned him around, continuing his hand's movements, and leaned Tamir forwards a little.
"Relax," Vidar moaned into his ear, his free hand running lightly down Tamir's back as his other hand pulled at Tamir's cock. "Trust me."
"I do," Tamir moaned, his head hanging forwards. "I trust you, Vidar."
Vidar hesitated, then stuck his finger in his mouth. When it was soaked in saliva, he ran his dry fingers down Tamir's back, making the young man shiver.
Tamir closed his eyes, waiting for the feeling. When it came, it was more gentle than it had been in the past. Vidar's fingers were gentle as they slipped into his ass, in and out, stretching him.
"Just do it," Tamir moaned, gripping the table and trying not to clench around the fingers that were making him nervous. He had too many memories of this being rough and agonising not to have to fight the instinct to flee.
Vidar vanished from behind him for a second, and Tamir turned to look for him, blushing. Vidar smiled at him and pulled something from the drawer, and stepped up behind Tamir again.
"Face the front, you," he purred in Tamir's ear, his hands doing something.
Tamir obeyed, feeling sweat sprout over his body and butterflies flutter to life in his stomach. Vidar's slick hand rested on his hip, holding him still. Tamir closed his eyes, waiting. The pressure on his hole grew, and Tamir forced himself to relax. The feeling gave way, and Tamir gasped. The sensation was so much different to his previous experiences. It felt so much better.
"You okay?" Vidar asked, resting his free hand on Tamir's shoulder.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Tamir let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
Vidar moved his hips a little, pushing his cock further in. Tamir closed his eyes again, concentrating on the burning in his ass. Vidar slowly quickened the pace of his thrusting, making Tamir gasp. Vidar hesitated.
"I don't want to hurt you—"
"Don't stop," Tamir begged, looking over his shoulder and into Vidar's eyes.
Vidar's golden gaze held him, even as Vidar's body pressed up against him and away again, his cock thrusting into Tamir's ass. Tamir stood up straighter and Vidar stopped thrusting, leaning in to kiss Tamir passionately. He pressed on Tamir's shoulder and the man turned to face the front again, his hands on the dresser, and Vidar thrust harder and faster.
Tamir grabbed his own cock and started to pump, in time with Vidar's thrusts. When he realised what Tamir was doing, Vidar's thrusts grew deeper and faster, pushing Tamir closer to orgasm.
Vidar lunged forward and sank his teeth into Tamir's shoulder. Two sharp pains ran up Tamir's neck and into his head, making his hand pump faster as his brain swam. Vidar's teeth sank deeper, and Tamir felt blood rolling down his shoulder. Within a couple of seconds, he came, his ass tightening around Vidar's cock and forcing Vidar to come as well.
Vidar thrust a couple more times into Tamir's ass, his head back and his eyes closed, a deep moan of satisfaction rolling from his throat. Tamir felt full and happy, panting over the dresser. Vidar withdrew from Tamir and turned him around with a smile. He kissed him, then caught sight of the blood on Tamir's shoulder. He flushed, but couldn't look away from it. He'd tasted blood while he'd been fucking Tamir, but he thought he'd bitten his own tongue!
Tamir's hand grabbed his cock, slowly pumping his shaft as he saw Vidar's lust-filled look. Vidar looked Tamir in the eye, leaning closer. He licked the blood slowly from Tamir's shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as his tongue touched the red liquid. Vidar moaned, pressing a hand to Tamir's neck and licking delicately at the blood.
Tamir's eyes closed as well, his hand pumping faster. Tamir's shoulder was aching, but Vidar's tongue was sending barbs of pleasure to his brain and his cock. He wasn't going to complain about losing a bit of blood to the pleasure.
Vidar licked the wound clean, then worked his way down Tamir's chest, cleaning up the drying blood.
Tamir felt the orgasm building, but he didn't want to stop pumping his cock to preserve himself for Vidar. Vidar took in Tamir's rigid stance, his panting, and dropped to his knees, sucking Tamir's erection into his mouth and knocking Tamir's hand away. Vidar sucked Tamir's cock quickly, seeking Tamir's orgasm, and Tamir grabbed the dresser behind him with a white-knuckled grip.
Vidar took in as much of the rigid flesh as he could, deep-throating it. Tamir bit his lip and groaned, his cock exploding in Vidar's mouth. Vidar licked Tamir's cock clean, smiling up at him. Vidar stood and kissed Tamir, his golden eyes filled with so much happiness and love that Tamir felt his knees go weak for a different reason.
A knock on the door interrupted their kiss. "What?" Vidar demanded, half-turning towards the door with a frown.
"Sir, the police are here."
"Well, deal with them, Amanda," Vidar snapped, turning back to kiss Tamir.
"Sir, they have a warrant."
Vidar broke from the kiss, swearing. He kissed Tamir's cheek in apology and pulled on his dressing gown. Before Tamir could pull his own on, Vidar pulled the door open and glared down at the housekeeper. Tamir squeaked and scrambled for something to cover himself with.
"Why did you let them in, Amanda?"
"If I didn't, t
hey would have broken the door down, sir."
Vidar groaned and rubbed at his face, removing the pearly fluid and blood from his lips. He looked over his shoulder at Tamir. "Stay here, cica," he called over his shoulder. "I'll deal with this quickly, then I'll be back to ravish you some more." He winked, grinning.
Tamir blushed as Vidar closed the door. Tamir looked around the room, feeling out of place, despite it being his place. He lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Smiling to himself, he lay on his side and curled up around a pillow, planning to get some sleep before Vidar returned.
~ * ~
Amanda walked a half-step behind Vidar, and he was vaguely ashamed of the terror he could scent on her. He shook the feeling off—he would have to be terrifying to deal with the police.
"Mister Gentson," Constable Jefferson called with a sneer. "Did we wake you up? You look... dishevelled."
"How about the next time you're fucking your wife, I knock on the door and demand you be dragged away?" Vidar snapped. "What do you want?"
The cop ignored his sour mood. "Mister Gentson, we have a warrant to search the property for Tamir Sadin."
"Are you running on the same load of shit that had him here before?" Vidar demanded. "Get out of my house!"
"Pissy. Definitely interrupted sex." The constable thrust a piece of paper at him. "We'll tell your girl why we're here as we sweep through the house."
Vidar's face turned purple. He looked over the piece of paper as a dozen cops swarmed into the house, shoving him aside. Vidar's lips pulled back off his teeth, and his stance dropped into an attack pose, his fangs extending.
"Don't do it, Vidar," Amanda quietly hissed in his ear. "If you do, you'll never see Tamir again. Let them look around the house, then you can fight them in court and destroy them all."
Vidar stood in the entrance hall, the paper screwed up in his hand, as cops swarmed around his house. Amanda vanished upstairs under the assertion that she was completing her chores, but she returned a few minutes later, pale.
Before he could ask her what was wrong, a voice called out, "Found him, sir!"
Vidar swung around, looking up the stairs. Tamir was being held by the police officer, even as he tried to fight his way free of the man's grip. He was wearing his pants but his chest was bare, and Vidar bared his teeth again. No one touches my cica!
Amanda's nails dug into his arm in her effort to restrain him, warning him that his fangs were in full view of the humans. Jefferson grabbed Vidar's arms, forcing them behind his back and handcuffing them there. Another cop grabbed Amanda and handcuffed her too.
"Let me go!" Tamir yelled, struggling as the man pulled him down the stairs. "Do you have any idea who I am, you filthy, pig-headed—"
"Tamir!" Vidar called, grabbing the man's attention. There was a hopeless look on his face, as though he was watching the young man being torn away from him forever.
"Vidar," Tamir breathed, then looked at the cops holding Amanda and Vidar. "Let them go! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Vidar looked at Tamir, sadness turning his golden eyes almost copper. "I love you, cica," he murmured, lunging forward and pressing his lips to Tamir as the younger man struggled against his captors. Jefferson hauled back on Vidar, and Vidar was forced to go with him, his arms twisted up behind his back.
"I love you too," Tamir answered Vidar as the cops dragged Amanda away, watching Vidar's long blond hair vanish out into the cloudy morning. His heart felt like it was being torn away with his blond-haired, golden-eyed lover. "I love you too."
~ * ~
Vidar sat in the interrogation room, drumming his fingers on the table. He was thankful that he'd accidentally bitten Tamir that morning—the man's blood would keep him strong for a bit longer.
"You're in trouble, Vidar," an unfamiliar cop said, slipping into the room and sitting in the chair opposite him. "Do you realise how bad this looks, kidnapping the grandson of the Prime Minister?"
Vidar regarded the man coldly, adjusting the grey sleeve of his prison overalls. "All I know about Tamir is that he was attempting suicide, I saved his life, and he didn't want to leave my house. I neither know, nor care, about his life up until that point. I especially don't want to know about the parents who left him on the streets when they found out he was gay."
"A suicide attempt?" the man asked, frowning at his notes.
"Yes, he was slitting his wrists on the top of the Liver Building. Have a look at his right arm the next time you see him. Without my help, you would have been cleaning up a corpse, because the ambulance and the hospitals are so badly run that a visit would have killed him more surely than the cuts." Vidar stared the man in the eye. "Let me go."
The man reached over to undo Vidar's handcuffs, and then managed to stop himself before he could turn the key. He sat back. "Tamir isn't the first teen that's vanished just after meeting you, Vidar. I'm not letting you go."
"Tamir didn't vanish if you found him, idiot," Vidar snapped, losing his cool attitude. "God, every single one of you are so—"
"That's enough, Vidar," Hayley called, striding into the room. "Hartfelt, you know better than to talk to my client without me present."
"He didn't call for a lawyer," the cop said, leaning back on his chair.
"I've been arrested by you incompetent fools often enough to know how it goes," Vidar snapped, staring the man in the eyes. "You'll let me go. I'm innocent of all this shit. I love Tamir. I want to see him."
Hayley rested her hand on Vidar's shoulder, squeezing until he looked away from Hartfelt's brown eyes. "My client will not be saying anything more, Hartfelt."
"Fine. But I'm still charging him with kidnapping." The cop was watching her intently. "You're a bit young to be a lawyer, aren't you?"
"My name is Hayley Milestone. Go look up my credentials if you don't believe I'm the real thing." Hayley glanced at Vidar. "I want some time with my client."
"I'll go check your credentials, then, and woe betide you if I find out you're faking." The cop picked up his file and left the room. Hayley sat beside Vidar and stared at him, waiting for him to talk.
"What?" Vidar asked after a while of staring her in the eye. "What are you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing more than a spoiled little brat. But I am wondering just how much stupider you could get." She rested her chin in her hand. "Why did you take the Prime Minister's grandson, Vidar?"
"I didn't know that's who he was," Vidar snapped. "I found him slitting his wrists on the top of the Liver Building. I dragged him back when he fell over the edge, staunched his wounds, and took him home to recover. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know why he was there. He was cute, he needed saving. So I saved him and offered him a place to stay."
"Why not take him to a hospital?" Hayley asked as though he were stupid.
"I used the gel to stop him bleeding out, Hayley. How was I going to explain that to hospital staff?" Vidar shook his head. "Tamir was dying as I watched. It was hard enough avoiding the need—I couldn't think straight enough to take him anywhere except somewhere dry, safe and warm."
Hayley looked Vidar over, and he hoped she hadn't heard the love and need he'd betrayed in his voice. "And you didn't do anything to hurt him or prevent him from leaving?" she asked.
"No! Hayley, you met him. Did he look distressed at all to you?"
Hayley shook her head. "No. In fact, I thought him too happy with you."
"There." Vidar turned to look at the one-way mirror behind him. "See? I have a witness. I didn't kidnap Tamir, and he wasn't being held against his will. So let me go!"
"Vidar, who are you talking to?"
"The pigs behind the glass. I can hear them muttering to each other."
The door opened and two cops entered. Vidar bared his teeth at them, but they grabbed his chains, unafraid.
"Visiting hours are over," the other man said, helping to haul Vidar from his chair.
"I want to see Tamir!" Vidar demanded of Hayl
ey as the cops dragged him towards the door. He planted his feet, trying to stop them taking him.
"I can't do that, Vidar," she said, glaring at the cops trying to haul him away. "He's the thing you're accused of stealing." She glanced at the police pulling at his arms. "Do what they tell you, Vidar, keep your temper and stay where they put you. Do not escape. If you do, they'll kill you, or they'll make sure you never, ever see Tamir again."
"No!" Vidar yelled, struggling. "I want my cica! I want Tamir!"
"Then stay in the jail, Vidar," Hayley said, watching dispassionately as the cops managed to move him. "Stay there and let me handle this. I'll get you out as soon as I can."
He looked Hayley in the eye, planting his feet. "You promise nothing bad will happen to Tamir?"
Hayley nodded. "I promise, Vidar."
"I'll hold you to it," he said, letting the men drag him from the room. "Don't disappoint me, little sister."
Hayley nodded, watching her brother silently. The cops dragged Vidar from the room. His howls and screams echoed down the hall, each cry filled with dismay and pain that brought anxiety and anguish to the hearts of all who heard it.
~ * ~
On the other side of the building, Tamir heard Vidar's anguished cries and a tear fell down his face. He slammed against the door to the room he'd been placed in, trying to buckle the metal in order to get free, to get to Vidar.
"Let me out!" he crowed. "You accuse Vidar of kidnapping me—what do you call this? Let me out!"
The door on the other side of the room opened. He turned, ready to make a break for it, but the people in the doorway stopped him cold. "I want Vidar," he said icily. "I don't want to see either of you." He turned back to the door, crossing his arms over his chest like a sulking child.
"It's good to see you, Tamir," his sister called, rushing over to hug him. "I missed you."
Tamir turned away from her, shrugging out of Tanya's hold. He glared at his grandfather. "I. Want. My. Boyfriend."
Tamir's vehemence took the old man back. "Who?"
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