by Willa Okati
Jets of cooled jism spurted up between Darien and Aydn’s bodies. In the middle of another soul-drowning kiss, Darien felt the full-body spasms wracking the vampire he was plowing into. His own body answered with a rattling, shaking fit that started at his toes and threatened to tear him apart. His orgasm exploded in that tight glove, thick streams that filled Aydn up and spilled back around him, sticky between their tangled legs.
At the last second, he bit Aydn’s mouth and snarled. “Mine!”
Aydn tipped his chin back, bruised lips puffy and red. His eyes were seeing something beyond the heavens and earth. “Yours,” he breathed, voice shaking. “Yours, Master Darien. Yours.”
Only a sense of needing to stay in control, or at least pretend, kept Darien from collapsing onto Aydn, he was so weakened after that orgasm. Somehow he managed to prop himself on his forearms. Still hungry for the taste, he licked at the salty sweat gathered along the vampire’s collarbone.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered against the copper-tasting skin. Not regretting it. Yet.
“Yes, you should have.” Sly fingers stroked at the back of his neck. “I needed to be punished.”
Darien shook his head and ducked down to seize one small brown nipple, worrying it between his teeth. “Shouldn’t have.”
“Did. And you’ll do it again.” The hands were a little bolder then, wandering further down -- almost, almost brushing against his ass. “Because I’ll be bad again. You’ll see.”
Darien shuddered. He knew it was true. Whatever magic this Aydn possessed, he’d snapped a net of it over Darien’s shoulders from the moment their eyes met in that doorway. And he wouldn’t let him go.
Darien didn’t want to be let go.
Already, he felt his cock, still enveloped in the vampire’s cool channel, start to stir. He pushed a little, savoring the gasp he received in return. “You will disobey me.” If he was damned, he was going to enjoy it. “But I’ll teach you how to behave. Understand?”
Aydn looked up at him and smiled as sweetly as a woman. “Oh, yes, Master. Master, you’ll show me how.”
And Darien knew he would. Just as he knew he hadn’t thought of lost loves once since he’d come down those cellar stairs.
He slid his arms beneath Aydn and lifted him up a little. Even if it was only for three days, he was going to spend it fucking and teaching and learning -- everything he liked best to do. The vampire’s eyes sparkled wickedly as Darien whispered, “Is that a promise?”
Chapter Five
Groaning, Darien woke to the sound of crows and an uneasy feeling that something was wrong. No matter. Seemed he’d fallen asleep after coming home off the night shift, and Rohan wasn’t up yet either. They had time for some serious snuggling before the bird started its crowing, dragging him out of his burrow. Maybe they’d have time for some fun before the day proper started. Mmm, that’d be fine.
He reached out and jostled the shoulder next to him. A familiar body, even if his head felt too full of fuzz to make real connections just then. “Babe,” he murmured. “Hey, babe, are you awake?”
The body made a sleepy noise and twitched away from him.
“Aw, come on now, don’t be like that,” he coaxed, tucking his head against the arc of a bared back. “Bet you’d like a little cream with your coffee.”
“Mmmph?”
“Oh, yes, you know what I’m talking about.” Darien’s eyes drifted shut. His arm stole across a slender rib cage, and he curled his legs in against that body, pressing his morning wood into the taut curves of a truly fine ass. “Give me just a minute. I’ll make us a pot, we’ve got some left, and then, babe, what I’m going to give you…”
A head poked up out of the covers, and a strange face turned around full of sleep, indignation, and an annoyed pout that was far too old and sour for how young the face looked otherwise. “What are you going on about, Darien?”
That was when the floor fell out from underneath Darien’s feet, wind whooshing through his ears, because oh, dear Gods, he remembered.
He remembered everything.
“Aydn,” he whispered, staring at the vampire next to him in the bed -- no, scattered mattresses. “What the hells have I done?”
Aydn’s sleepy eyes blinked at him for a long moment before the devil’s light twinkled on in their depths. “You did me,” Aydn said with satisfaction. Bold as brass, he ran his hand down Darien’s bare chest. “And then you did me again. How many times, do you recall?”
He stretched as if it was delicious, every long, lean limb extending like a cat in the sun, then folded in to latch onto Darien. “How many times will you do it today, do you think?”
Oh, Gods -- vampire! -- idiot -- my responsibility --
Darien jerked away as if he’d been burned. “Aydn, listen to me. This was a mistake. I don’t know what was going through my mind. I --”
“I do,” the vampire purred, inching closer. “I know exactly. You happened to be thinking with your prick and not that fucking rulebook my sister’s always going on about.”
Darien squeezed his eyes shut, thinking he had to be the sickest man on the planet for getting turned on by hearing Aydn’s cool, cultured voice say those things. His morning erection jolted and pulsed into a full-blown hard-on, jabbing at the thigh insinuating its way between his legs.
Aydn smiled a knowing little smile. “You see, the mind objects,” he said, tapping Darien’s temple, “but the body knows what it wants. Feel?”
He pushed against Darien, and the guard could feel Aydn’s hardened cock bump roughly against his own. Darien pulled in a sharp gasp of air at how good the sensation was, and oh, Gods, he’d really missed that sort of thing, but -- “No!” He shook his head hard, pushing the vampire away. “This shouldn’t have happened, Aydn. Not once. Not twice. Not ever.”
The pout stole back onto his slender face. “You promised.”
“I lied,” he said desperately. “People say things they don’t mean.”
“In the heat of the moment?” Aydn laughed and shook his head. “Oh, no. Last night? That was the truth. This is the lie.” His eyes flashed, and his lips curved up in an impish grin. He raised himself onto his elbows, leaning over Darien. Dangerous as a panther with sharp, sharp claws. “I’ll show you.”
“Aydn, no. Aydn, don’t. Don’t -- oh -- Gods -- Aydn!” Darien bucked up helplessly as the vampire’s cool tongue licked long, lazy stripes down his naked chest, further and further down until he circled the navel.
“Don’t what? Suck your cock? Why, when I’m so good at it? I didn’t get to show you last night. You were far too busy shoving that tool of yours up my ass.”
Slender fingers reached down to curl around Darien’s erection, flush against his belly and sticky-wet despite his best intentions. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it,” Aydn murmured. His tongue flickered out as he took a taste of Darien’s cock.
Darien gasped and jumped, shaking with the effort to hold himself back. “Aydn, no, you shouldn’t.”
“But you said it yourself.” Hands stroked down his hip, teasing and soothing all at once. “I’m a vicious vampire, Guardsman.” He dipped his mouth again, suckling. “I said you’d need to punish me again.” His tongue ran the length of Darien’s cock, from balls to tip, and swirled around the head. The noises he made were deep and satisfied, like a cat who’d gotten into the cream. “And I, unlike you, am not a liar…”
He dipped down in earnest and all but swallowed Darien’s cock whole.
Darien was only human. His back lifted off the bed as a silent scream gaped his mouth wide, and his hips thrust despite themselves. “You,” he gasped, when he could speak again. “Where’d you learn…”
“Sssh.” Aydn kissed the tip of his dick, then bit ever so delicately. “I’ll tell you later.”
“You -- ah! you’ll be telling me a lot of things later.”
Sly eyes glanced up at him. “As you wish,” Aydn said, so very demurely, and then the young man, no, the va
mpire, sucked Darien’s brains out through his cock like a five hundred credit whore.
He passed out when he climaxed. It was just that good.
The last thing he heard was, “You see? I’m a wicked creature…”
Damn right you are, Darien thought muzzily before everything was darkness.
When he awoke, he’d been arranged on his back, arms crossed over his chest. They felt pinned down and for a second he panicked, thinking that this was it: he’d been fucked to death. Not that it was a bad way to go, but…
Then he looked up to see that angular face with the eyes sparkling wickedly below thick lashes, those fallen angel’s features grinning down at him. “I told you so,” Aydn said, sounding both smug and amused as hell. “I’m very, very good at that.”
“You little prick,” Darien found the strength to murmur. “If I’d known…”
Aydn scoffed. “So uselessly noble. What, you never would have come here? You’d have stayed upstairs and let myself and the ladies screw ourselves into oblivion all night long without giving in to curiosity?” Idly, he began to draw his fingers through the swirls of hair on Darien’s chest. “We’ve done it time and time again, the three of us,” he mused. “Gone on until dawn sometimes. You haven’t got their stamina but you’re male. And though I’ll never tell them this, cock is much more to my taste.”
Darien’s cheeks flamed red. Aydn laughed at him for that. “Shy now? After all we’ve meant to each other?”
“Studying,” Darien muttered. “Teaching. Learning to read.”
“Of course. We study, then we fuck. Good students deserve good rewards.” Aydn bent to nip at the juncture of Darien’s throat. To Darien’s dismay, his spent cock gave a twitch, wanting to come back to life even though he was sticky from stomach to thighs with what he’d already spent.
Aydn, who missed nothing, nothing, flickered an entertained glance down at his crotch. “But perhaps you think that’s wrong?” he asked artlessly. “Three vampires having nightly orgies? Tongues and cock and fingers plunging in and out of wet pussies and puckered pink asses?”
Oh, yeah, Darien’s dick was on the move again. “You,” he said weakly, “Yanof must have known what you’d want to do. I should have been stronger. I came here to take care of the house. To keep watch over you and stop this kind of thing, not to play along. She would want me to be stronger than this.”
“I know.” Aydn’s fingers swirled over Darien’s chest, stopping to tweak first one nipple then the other. He raised his eyebrow at the gasp that evoked. “I know a great deal about you, and I’m learning even more. So sensitive,” he murmured. “Wonderful.”
Darien struggled against the rising need to have this creature again. Fighting the tide of memories that were all coming back way too clearly -- the silky, tight feel of him from the inside, the way he gasped and grappled with his hands when Darien hit that sweet spot deep inside him, those fragile-strong arms pulling him so close that his own leaking cock rubbed hot streaks on both their bellies. The way his mouth tasted.
“What happens to vampires who break the rules?” Aydn crooned, leaning down to lap at one raised nipple. “They’re punished.”
“Damn straight.”
“Not really, and lucky enough to know it.” Aydn moved over to mouth his other nipple. “It’s wicked of me to seduce you, isn’t it?”
Darien shook his head. “What makes you think --”
“Because I want to. And what I want, I manage to get.” Teeth nipped sharply, briefly. Darien sucked in a noisy breath at how good it felt. A hand flashed down to grip his cock, full and throbbing once again. “What I want, Darien, is you.” He squeezed gently. “And it looks as if I’ve gotten you.”
The hand around him felt so good, felt so much better than good, that Darien almost writhed. Stop -- he should tell the vampire to stop -- and he would, any second now, he would.
“Rohan,” Aydn said suddenly, with a frown. “You talk in your sleep, and you spoke of a Rohan. Is he your lover?” He twisted his fingers hard around Darien’s dick. “Tell me the truth now.”
Oh, Gods! Darien couldn’t help bucking into that heady mix of pleasure and pain. “Ex,” he groaned. “Very ex.”
“Ah.” Aydn grinned. “Good. I don’t care for competition.” Those clever fingers began to stroke. “I’m still soaked from you, from last night. Ready for you again. You want me, don’t you? I can feel it. You want this.”
“Doesn’t mean that it’s right,” Darien protested. But his arms itched to reach for the vampire, to flip him on his back and teach him a lesson about being such a smart-ass. Shut his mouth with kisses that his lips were starved for and fill that tempting slick hole up one more time.
One more time. How much could one more time hurt?
One more time. Show the vampire a thing or two. Teach him what it was like with someone who knew what they were doing.
A picture of the tangled threesome flashed across his mind, and he was done for. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Aydn rolled his balls almost too hard. “If you don’t stop that right now, I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
“Good.” Aydn’s predatory grin deepened. “Teach me. Show me. Punish me. Make it hurt me so much that I come screaming.”
Darien broke. Panther-quick, twisting and rolling, he yanked himself out from underneath Aydn and ended up atop him, on hands and knees, his erection stiff and purple. The vampire eyed it with a little amusement, a little respect, and a great deal of lust. “Punish me, Darien,” he breathed. “Teach me how to be better. I’ll bet you think I’ve got a lot to learn…”
“You do.” Darien lowered himself, pushing his cock at that hole without any preparation. It felt slippery and slick, just as Aydn said. Still from last night, or was he lying and had he stretched himself out already, waiting for this to happen? Was he playing Darien like a fine-tuned fiddle?
Then Aydn thrust up against him, that hard young cock slapping his stomach, and he didn’t care. Groaning a loud curse, Darien pushed deep inside with no hesitation, no waiting. It was tight and rippling and wet as before, and the deeply satisfied groan/growl of Aydn was what he realized he’d been aching for.
“This is the last time,” he growled as he thrust in and out, no mercy. “You want it that bad? You got it. For the last time. After this, you mind what I say. No more study sessions. No more blow jobs. No more fucking.”
Arms twined around his neck, jerking him closer. “No more kissing?” said that devilishly tempting voice, the one that destroyed him utterly. Aydn pressed his lips to Darien’s with the ravenous need of a starving wildcat.
Darien pulled back with a gasp. “No more kissing.” He hissed as a shock-wave of pleasure coursed through him. “You’re gonna behave. If it’s the last thing I do, you’ll be good while I’m here.”
“Oh, yes, good,” Aydn murmured, rolling his hips back against the unrelenting thrusts. “So very good you won’t believe it. And then you’ll never leave me.”
He curled his hand around Darien’s. “Touch me, Master,” he wheedled. “Touch me and make me feel good. You know how.”
Darien couldn’t resist the entreaty. Balancing his weight on one arm, he caught the vampire’s dripping cock in his hand and stripped it hard. “That what you want? Last time. Better enjoy it.”
Aydn’s eyes were rolled back in his head. He made a noise that could be yes or no. “Last time,” Darien chanted, pumping harder. “You’ll learn to be good. Last time, last time, last time…”
Aydn let out a yell as Darien’s strong hands squeezed him just a little too hard. Thick liquid squirted over the human’s fingers, and every muscle in the vampire’s body spasmed wildly. The roaring shout of bliss blasted through Darien as well, and he’d gone off, his cock firing without his permission, taking him by surprise with its power.
Shaking hard, he managed not to show any tenderness as he pulled out, not to reveal any loss or dismay at the feel of that tight channel slipping from him.
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“That was it,” he said roughly. “Now I’m out of here. Get up. Get dressed. I’ll make breakfast and start my round of the perimeter, and that is the fucking end of that. Understand me?”
Aydn was still breathing hard, but he looked up at Darien and licked his lips. “I understand you,” he said coyly. “But am I going to do what you say? It all depends.”
Darien stiffened. “On what?”
“On a good many things but particularly this.” Aydn stroked his cheek with surprisingly tender fingers. “I’m far older than you are, Darien. Not a child. I know what I want, and what I want is you. I’ll stay down here, meek as a lamb. But you make up your mind, without any of these roadblocks you keep putting up. Do you want me or not?”
Lithe, he slipped out from underneath Darien, rolling up into a crouch. With one finger, he pushed Darien and knocked him down. Gaping up at the vampire, Darien couldn’t help but think that he looked like a seraphim without the wings, glistening with spunk and oils and sweat, his hair in loose waves around his face. “Decide, Darien. You can have me, or you can live with the ghost of this Rohan character.”
He bent down, and touched his lips almost chastely to Darien’s lips. “Because the one thing about me,” he murmured, “no, two things you should know about me: I keep my promises. And I’m a headstrong vampire who needs the strong hand of a good Guardsman to keep me in line. It’s up to you.”
Turning, he left Darien aghast in the mattresses behind him. He walked to the door, his glorious ass moving gracefully as a woman’s. “Choose, lover,” Aydn said over his shoulder. “I’ll give you the morning. Will that be long enough?”
Chapter Six
Secure in the knowledge that the sunlight surrounding the basement doorway would prevent Aydn from going close enough to attempt undoing the locks, Darien left the vampire behind in the basement and fled upstairs. He’d hoped for some clarity of thought once he was by himself, but no. He was still trying to figure out which way was up, even when that -- damn him -- too-pretty naked body was out of sight. What was it… two days left? Forty-eight entire hours in which he knew Aydn was going to try to tempt him every minute of every day.