by D N Simmons
Adrian nodded in Adan’s direction. “What’s up with you two?”
Adan frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The thing that’s going on between you and Kysen. You seem like the only one he can toleratecorrection, wants to tolerate. Well, you and Darian, that is,” Adrian replied.
“Nothing. He’s arrogant, obnoxious and far too finicky for my taste,” Adan said, reflecting on the personality traits Kysen had that he didn’t like. Although, he was greatly attracted to all the ones he refused to mention. Such as Kysen’s exotic, breathtaking beauty, his strength, knowledge, charm and wit, just to name a few.
Adrian smirked, knowing there was something more to it, even if Adan didn’t want to admit it. He decided to drop the topic. “Oookay,” he said, turning away, finding a seat to relax in.
“So, we’re here for a few more hours. We should get the planes ready for our flight home,” Tatiana said. She used her cell phone, making the call. Elise did the same.
They waited for the sun to set. When the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Kysen returned to the den just as the gold and jeweled encrusted sarcophagus lid opened. Darian climbed out, stretching once he was on his feet again. He greeted the others then looked to his Master.
“Hello Kysen,” he smiled at him.
“Good evening, Darian,” Kysen replied.
“I have something I want to speak with you about,” Darian said, walking toward Kysen, taking him by the hand, leading him out of the den. The others were curious, but no one dared to interrupt the two men.
Inside the privacy of Kysen’s soundproof bedroom, Darian sat his Master down on the edge of the bed.
“Remember how wonderful it was the last time we were in this room together?” Kysen asked, hoping to seduce his young lover once again. He leaned back, giving Darian a perfect view of his muscular frame and the impressive bulge of his groin.
Darian’s eyes devoured his Master’s physique. For a moment, he wanted to mount that glorious body and devour him in a more physical and pleasurable way. He pushed his lust back and focused on the reason he wanted to be alone with Kysen. “That’s not what I wanted to discuss with you … but I do remember.” He flashed him his signature charming smile before continuing. “It’s about you.”
Kysen’s interest was piqued. He sat up straight, one eyebrow arched. “Me?”
“You’re lonely, I know this. You may be all powerful, but that doesn’t protect you from the loneliness. You said it yourself the last time we were in this room together.”
“Darian, as they say in this instant gratification era where people are completely void of tolerance or patience or both, ‘what are you getting at’?”
“And they call me long-winded,” Darian mumbled.
“I heard that.”
“I’m sure you did. Listen, I want you to be happy.”
“Then come back to me.”
“You know I can’t do that … I won’t,” Darian corrected himself. “At least not now.”
“I get the sickening and distinct feeling you’re trying to play matchmaker.” Kysen lay back against the silken covered mattress, gazing down at his eternal child.
“And if I am, it’s not as if there’s nothing there. I watched Adan and you together. Your attraction for each other is quite evident even if you want to ignore it.”
“I’m not ignoring it.” Kysen cracked a smile without meaning to.
“Good. I mean it’s been a while since you’ve been with someone. I think Adan would be good for you and you’d be foolish not to pursue him.”
“I’ve thought about it. To have him with me on a more long term basis, but then I thought about his Pride. They would come trailing behind him and that was a less pleasing notion.”
“It’s not like your land isn’t benough, or home for that matter.”
“Not the point.”
“Who did you take as your companion when I left?”
“One of my former children came back to me for a time, but there’s been no one new.”
“Who?”
“Julius.”
“Julius!” Darian rolled his eyes upward. “He such a … as they say, ‘twat’.”
Kysen chuckled. “He said the same thing about you. Well, not in those exact words, that is. He helped me get through a tough time when you left me.”
Darian lowered his gaze, feeling a bit guilty for the pain he had caused his old lover and Maker. “Again, I’m sorry that I made you go through that, but I did what I felt was best for me, Kysen.”
“You don’t have to explain, Darian. I understand. I understood then.”
“Master, how many years do you plan to spend in solitude? How long is too long?” Darian asked, getting back to the original topic.
“You’re really this concerned about my state of being?” Kysen was touched, although he wouldn’t outright admit it.
“I love you, of course I am. You’ve taught me how to find peace and happiness. After eight-hundred years, don’t you think it’s time you’ve done the same?”
“I don’t know … he’s brash, outspoken, very young, extremely cocky. Come to think of it, he does remind me of someone,” Kysen said, smiling knowingly at Darian before his expression grew more serious. “He’s not immortal. He’s not a vampire. My time with him would end eventually.”
“Even if he was, there may still come a time when you may want to part.”
“Think you that I want to go through that pain again?”
“Your fear of that pain is what keeps you depressed, Kysen.”
“Is this my old pupil teaching me a new lesson?” Kysen asked, one eyebrow rose. He was surprised and impressed by Darian’s insight.
Darian smiled. “Well, someone has to. Don’t let what happened between you and I or you and Irikara stop you from moving on. This really isn’t a new lesson, but only a paraphrasing of what you told me last night.”
Kysen was silent, thinking about what he had said. “You really think we’re compatible?”
“I think you both have something to offer each other … yes, I do.”
“We had a rather ill beginning.”
“When you exerted your power over him?”
“At that time, he was pretty to look at, but he’d aggravated me immensely.”
Darian chuckled. “For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been outspoken. Besides, I have an inkling your outburst may have turned him on, once he was done fuming over it.”
“He likes powerful men. I did get that from him when he shared his blood with me, twice.”
“You took advantage.”
“Of course I did. I want him.”
“So what’s stopping you from pursuing him? Besides, I’ve learned something new during this whole fiasco.”
“And that is?”
“If you give Adan your blood, there’s no telling how long he’ll live. You may or may not want to spend eternity together, but whatever time you do share, don’t you think it’s worth it?”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have a secure future in motivational speaking?”
Darian chuckled. “No.”
“I’ll make this move. Once you and your brood vacate my home, I will see if he wants to join me.”
Darian smiled pleasantly. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Remember what I told you. You’re still powerful and the Master of your own territory. Don’t let this incident make you weak.” Kysen sat up on the bed.
“I won’t. What you said to me meant a lot; thank you.”
Kysen nodded. “Now, if you please, take your friends and those wailing children home with you.”
“All right, Kysen, we’re leaving.” Darian turned heading for the door, when Kysen reached out, grabbing his arm. “Yes?”
“You, however, are always welcome,” Kysen said, then he leaned forward, kissing Darian passionately. The two men shared their moment, and then Darian broke the kiss.
“Thank you,” Darian replied. He
opened the door and they left the bedroom. The two men made their way back downstairs toward the den, which was now empty. The others had decided to leave the mansion and were now waiting for Darian to join them in the driveway.
“Hmmm … do you think I was a gracious host?” Kysen joked.
“What do you think? Your guests didn’t even want you to see them out,” Darian said with a chuckle.
Kysen rolled his eyes. “Refugees, is more like it. Not ‘guests’. I’ll walk you to the door.” He led Darian toward the front door, opening it. Darian thanked him once again, before climbing into the same SUV where Xavier and Natasha were waiting. Kysen walked toward the SUV where Adan was sitting in the front passenger seat, he leaned in.
“May I speak with you privately?” Kysen asked.
“All right,” Adan said, he climbed out of the truck to speak with Kysen away from nosey eyes and ears. The two went back inside the mansion leaving the others to speculate.
“You and your Pride are welcomed to stay if you like,” Kysen said, once inside.
Adan’s expression froze, shocked at Kysen’s suggestion. “Are you serious?”
Kysen nodded. “Yes, I rarely joke, especially not about anything this important. I don’t know the situation your own territory is in, or even if you still have it. But as you can see, there’s enough space here for us if you choose to stay.”
Adan looked at the ancient vampire. “Why did you suggest that I move in here with you?”
“Because I want you and I know that you want me.”
“Are you always this … forthright?”
“Even eternal life is too short for regrets. I don’t waste time when I see something … or someone I want,” Kysen said. “You didn’t give me an answer.” He reached up, lightly stroking the smooth curve of Adan’s jaw line.
Adan appeared to be thinking, he looked up at Kysen. “It gets really cold here.”
“Intemperate climates really don’t affect shifters. Besides, there are plenty of animals you can hunt over my vast land.”
“My other home was warm and comfy.”
“As you can feel, so is this one. There are no other supernaturals in this area and you’ll never have to worry about fighting for your territory again.”
“I don’t know, you seem as if you don’t like to share what’s yours.”
“I am very generous to those whom I share my life with.”
“I’ll have you know, I like to top as well.”
“That’s perfectly fine with me. Sometimes I enjoy being taken. Is this conversation going to continue on this way, us negotiating the terms of our relationship?”
Adan laughed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” he said. Reaching up, he grabbed the back of Kysen’s head, bringing his face to his own, kissing the vampire hungrily. Their tongues caressed as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Kysen pressed Adan’s back against the door, his hands beginning to unbutton Adan’s shirt. Before he could remove it, the doorbell rang, interrupting the two men. Kysen looked up, breaking his kiss.
“I suppose they’re ready to leave,” he said, looking down at Adan.
“I suppose.” Adan buttoned his shirt, making himself look presentable. He gave Kysen another long, yearning look, biting his bottom lip as his eyes traveled up the ancient vampire’s powerful and beautiful body. Regretfully, he turned, opening the door to see Danielle standing before him.
Danielle looked at both men, her nostrils flared slightly and she rolled her eyes, knowing what had just transpired between them. She looked at Adan. “Are you ready to go?” she asked, sarcastically.
Adan nodded. “Yes.” He stepped over the threshold. Turning, he addressed Kysen. “I’ll be seeing you later.”
“Until then,” Kysen replied. He watched the two shifters climb into the waiting SUVs then drive off down his winding driveway. He closed the door, relishing the peaceful quietness. Sitting down in his throne-like chair in his den, he looked around. The house was in order, his noisy guests were polite and didn’t litter. He thought about Darian and his situation, knowing his fledgling would survive intact. He was strong enough to bounce back from his ordeal. He then thought about Adan and the relationship that was now becoming a possibility to him. He wanted Adan, he really wanted him! The fire inside of the young shifter, his passion, his personality was electrifying to Kysen. He excited him, much in the way Darian had done so many centuries ago.
Stretching out his long legs, he began to fantasize about the life he could share with Adan. All of a sudden, he began to frown. He thought about Adan’s Pride. They would have to live in his mansion along with him and there would be children in the future. Whiny children. For so many years, he had lived a life of solitude, almost forgetting what it was like to live with others. Would he be able to tolerate the constant noise, the inner squabbling that so many shifting communities endured. Would he want to kick them all out by the end of a week’s time? He chuckled.
“I guess only time will tell,” he mumbled to himself as he reclined in his chair, relaxing his mind and body as he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
On the plane back to Chicago, Natasha sat down next to Darian, sitting between him and Xavier. She took his hand into her own. “Are you going to be all right?” she asked, concerned. Her eyes studied him, watching for the slightest indication that there might be a problem. She saw none.
Darian nodded. “I’m going to start charging money to answer that question.” He was beginning to get annoyed by how many people kept asking him if he was going to be “all right”. He took it in stride, because he knew they were only asking because they cared. “Yes. I’ll be fine. What happened is now over, we can move on. We should move on.”
Natasha studied him for a few seconds more before nodding. “Okay. I know I’ll be happy to be back in our own city, comfy in our own home.”
Darian gave her a slight smile. He placed his hand over her stomach, resting his fingers where he knew their unborn baby lay curled safely. “How are you and the baby feeling?”
“We’re both fine, happy our ddies are doing well. To be perfectly honest, I’m more worried about Warren and Matthew, and what’s going to happen with them.”
Darian frowned, his perfectly arched eyebrows creasing slightly.
Xavier nodded. “This situation is going to get worse before it will get better,” he said. “The best we can offer is support.”
“I know. Besides, I’m sure Xander and Richard won’t let any harm come to them,” Natasha said.
“That’s true, they won’t, but that’s not to say harm won’t come to others,” Darian stated, bringing up another issue. “Humans make it very difficult to handle things in a sensible matter.”
“I don’t know if I agree with that notion. People have fought for equality in a non-violent manner and have made wonderful progress,” Natasha stated.
“And yet, there was still violence. It’s almost a certainty that it’s human nature to reject change. People become accustomed to their way of life and when they are forced to transcend into something unknown, they react badly. Mark my words, there will be chaos.” Darian settled back against the cushion of his seat, allowing his two lovers and all aboard to reflect on what he said.
Warren had been listening to every word spoken, especially those concerning his future. He hadn’t really wanted to think about what was to come; yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He looked down at his right hand, noticing that he had bitten two of his nails down to the quick. He frowned, biting his nails was a horrible habit, and one he had broken himself of when he was twelve. Doing so now, meant he was more nervous than he realized.
Adrian sat down beside him. “What’s on your mind?”
“Just listening to Darian’s forecast of gloom and doom,” Warren replied, resting his hands on his lap.
“The shit’s going to hit the fan, there’s no denying that, but I have your back, you know that. Who knows, things
might work out. You said you’ve got some people on your side in the S.U.I.T., right?”
“Marshall Galen and Captain Lawrence are the only people who know for a fact what we are. They may be on our side, although I’m not willing to take the chance in putting all my faith in them. It’s us against the government, the odds are shitty as hell.”
“When you go back, they are going to want to test you and if you take the test, they are going to try to either fire you or arrest you. What are you going to do?” Devin asked, looking at Matthew then to Warren.
“I honestly have no idea. I won’t know what I’m going to do until I’m in that predicament. Trying to come up with a scenario now just isn’t working,” Warren said.
“I think we should bypass the outing of the test results and simply confess to who and what we are,” Matthew said, causing a few of them to raise eyebrows.
“Come again?” Gabriel said. “Matthew, do you honestly think that’s the best decision?”
Do I think it’s the best idea? I can’t say. But it is an idea. One that will give us a sense of freedom from having to always be worried of exposing ourselves.”
“Yeah, it’ll give you a sense of freedom for about five seconds before they arrest you, thus taking your real freedom away,” Sergio said, snorting.
“Sergio, I can deal without your sarcasm right now,” Matthew said, startling some who were a bit surprised to see the young shifter get agitated. He was normally so very calm, levelheaded.
“Sarcasm aside, you go in there, confess. You’ll get arrested. That’s how the law works,” Sergio said, without the cynicism.
“I still think Matthew’s right. You should take the honorable high road and just come clean, state your case and hold your heads up high,” Barry said, adding his opinion. “The court may be lenient if you do.”
“Matthew is right. There’s no way we can return to work like nothing’s happened, especially considering our absence,” Warren said, finally agreeing with what was turning out to be the best and only plan.
“Tomorrow morning, then?” Matthew asked.
Warren nodded. “Yeah, the sooner, the better. I hate this feeling. I hate the anticipation, the not knowing what’s going to happen.”