Blood Dance

by Samantha Cayto

  “Enter,” Dracul shouted. “And get out.”

  Petru and the doctor passed each other with equally hurried steps. The warrior stopped in front of where Dracul lounged by the cold fireplace and gave a curt bow.

  “Adrian has failed.”

  Dracul frowned at the news. “So soon?” He took a noisy breath. “It should have taken him weeks before Alex caught him. What of this new boy of Alex’s?”

  “Apparently, Adrian took him as bait, but Alex ended up victorious. At least that’s what I read from what little the humans have to say about it. They are still looking for his remains.”

  Dracul hissed. “Fool! He overstepped his bounds by taking Alex on instead of killing the boy as ordered. No redemption, after all.” He flopped on one of the large, comfy chairs by the fireplace. “No matter. Partial success will have to do.”

  He poured a glass of the wine sitting on the table next to him and took a long, glorious swallow. The humans did have some things of value to offer.

  “With respect, sir, I don’t understand how this helps us.”

  “You’re not a strategist, Petru. Don’t try to step outside your comfort zone. This was only meant to be a tap on Alex’s shoulder. The real fun will begin soon.” He took another sip. “Send me my sons.”

  With another bow, Petru left without asking further questions. The man did know when to shut up, a useful trait. And this new skirmish had yielded some unexpected ammunition against his enemy—Alex had a new boy, and with him, a new weakness to exploit.

  Things were looking much brighter.

  * * * *

  Boston

  The tension from the long, horrible night drained away from Quinn under the onslaught of the hot spray. He groaned as the water pounded over his back. Thank God for Alex’s multi-headed shower. It was like being massaged by a thousand tiny fingers. He groaned in appreciation.

  Alex stepped in and wrapped his arms around him. “You shouldn’t make such noises unless you want to issue a different kind of invitation than simply joining you in the shower.”

  Quinn smiled and melted into the embrace. Alex was already hard and his own dick was making a valiant effort. He didn’t want to fuck in the shower, however tempting the thought was. Although he had made the commitment to this man already, saying the words sometime during the interminable night of questioning by the FBI, he still needed answers to his own questions before moving forward with the relationship.

  Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to Alex’s wet chest right between his pecs. “Can we wash first then talk?”

  “Whatever you want.”

  Alex’s easy acquiescence was followed by his lathering a generous amount of soap and rubbing it all over Quinn’s body. He started with his shoulders and made his way down. At each point, he massaged Quinn’s tight muscles. The touch was both clinical and arousing. By the time Alex had finished, Quinn was equally relaxed and harder than ever.

  Alex ran a slick palm up Quinn’s shaft, making him moan and reassess his decision. With his eyes closed, he swayed forward, certain that Alex would never let him fall. Their dicks brushed against each other, causing his breath to hitch.

  “None of that now,” Alex chuckled, before swatting him on his ass. “Out you go. Wait for me on the bed and we’ll do that talking, hopefully where we’ll fuck afterward.”

  “Oh.” Disappointed, even though he had no one to blame except himself, Quinn reluctantly left the shower.

  He gifted himself with drying off inside the steamy room because it allowed him to watch Alex wash. The man’s body didn’t have a mark on it, despite the epic battle he’d waged less than twelve hours before.

  As he soaped his rampant cock, Alex turned to smile at him. He mouthed the word ‘go’ before getting back to his task.

  Quinn dragged his reluctant feet into the bedroom. He found his brush and other toiletries on Alex’s bureau, and a quick check of the drawers confirmed that one was stuffed with his minor amount of clothing. He sat heavily on the bed, tending to his hair and absorbing the reality that he was now living with another man.

  The decision had been his. Sometime during his separate FBI interview, he’d found himself telling Chin that he and Alex were a couple and that he intended to live with him. It had seemed right, and it reinforced what he’d also said about how Alex had come to his rescue. Sure, Duncan and Anderson had caused the killer to flee, but it didn’t change the fact that Alex had come, even knowing that he was walking into a potentially lethal situation.

  He loved Alex. He’d said those words to the FBI before he’d had a chance to say them to his lover. He intended to rectify that situation very soon. First, though, he needed answers.

  Alex stepped out of the bathroom, his magnificent body now on full display. Quinn’s cock jerked in greeting and he had to shove it between his legs to keep it under control. Of course, Alex had seen it already and grinned as he approached and joined him on the bed.

  “How’s Mackie?” Quinn popped out the question, suddenly nervous.

  Alex acted as if it was perfectly fine to procrastinate. “He’s comfortably settled in your old room.”

  Quinn bit his lip. “Is he okay with being back here?”

  “He seems to be. With his arm broken and a few bruised ribs, the human doctor said he needs looking after. She was pleased to find out a doctor lives here, too. Harry will take good care of him.”

  “What about Val?”

  Alex sighed and rubbed his towel over his head. “That’s not something I can answer. I assured Mackie that he is safe here and that he has his job back with no strings attached. What that means for him and Val is between them.”

  “He still loves Val. He must or he wouldn’t have kept his mouth shut about… You know…”

  “Hmm, and Val loves him, in his own way. But, it’s not that easy for him to admit or act on his feelings. His past experience with a human partner is painful, as is mine,” he added in a quiet voice that didn’t sound like the commanding guy he was.

  Quinn angled his body to face Alex more. “Tell me. Please. If we’re to have a chance together, I need to know everything.”

  Alex mimicked the posture, keeping his gaze at a point somewhere past Quinn’s head. “The first two hundred years or so on this planet, we kept mostly to ourselves.” He paused and swallowed visibly. “We held out some hope of our people finding us, and our only plan was to stay unnoticed by the indigenous peoples.”

  “Humans,” Quinn supplied.

  Alex nodded his head. “Humans. It wasn’t easy because, as I’ve said, Dracul had other ideas. He kept interacting with them. At first, he claimed it was all accidental. Later, when he started to openly challenge my authority, he dropped that pretense.

  “At some point, we just couldn’t keep ourselves hidden away completely. The local population was growing and there was nothing for us to do except try to blend in. We adopted human names and began trading with them.”

  Scrubbing his face with his hand, he stopped for a longer period of time before he continued. His strained expression was hard to see. “We were lonely, as well, for intimate company.” He looked into Quinn’s eyes. “We’re a bisexual species, but we usually find partners of the same sex who are younger than we are. Fucking shipmates is tolerable on long journeys, but not something satisfying for centuries.”

  “So you formed relationships with humans?”

  “Yes, except not knowing if we could breed with your species, I forbade my men from approaching females. No one fought me on that, and eventually, even I found someone that I really wanted. It took me five centuries to let myself go enough to form that relationship.”

  Quinn’s stomach quivered at the confession. In some respects, he felt jealous, even though it was stupid to think that way about some guy who had died centuries ago. “Just the one?” he asked because he had to know.

  Alex stared back at him, pain lacing his violet eyes. “Yes, just the one—Antonio. Until you.”

 
“Oh.” Well, it made him feel better to know that Alex had only fell for another man once every half-millennium. “Did he stay with you his whole life?”

  Alex closed his eyes briefly. “Yes, two wonderful years.”

  “Two years?”

  “Before Dracul killed him. He’d already broken off from my leadership and started his sporadic reign of terror by human proxy. He didn’t like it when I took the humans’ side and tried to stop him. Killing Antonio was meant to punish me for that sin.”

  “Oh, Alex.”

  The knowledge that his lover had been hurt so badly overrode his other questions and concerns. Deciding that they had plenty of time to talk later, he threw himself at the man, much the way he’d done after the battle. And like that time, Alex caught him easily and pulled him in for a hug tight enough to squeeze the breath out of him.

  Alex stole the rest by capturing his lips and kissing with an unparalleled hunger. They fell onto their sides, arms and legs entwined and dicks bumping against each other. Alex soon had him on his back, with Alex plunging his tongue down his throat.

  Quinn wiggled, moaned and moved his hands around as much of Alex’s hard body as he could reach. The coolness of the man’s skin no longer surprised him. He understood now why it was so, and although a brief whiff of fear shivered through his body, he stiffened his spine and his resolve.

  He loved this man, no matter who or what he was. Unlike his own family, Alex and the other alien males had welcomed him into their orbit with open arms. No one had ever made him feel more cared for or wanted than Alex. There was only one aspect of him that made Quinn’s blood run a little cold, which naturally was Alex’s desire to suck it.

  Alex broke the kiss only to nibble his way to Quinn’s chin, then neck. He tossed his head back to give the man better access and scratched him when each lick sent waves of pleasure to his cock. He moaned and rolled his hips.

  “Easy.” Alex pinned him with a hand pressing flat against Quinn’s stomach. “We have all the time in the world and I want to experience every second of it fully.”

  The import of the man’s words became clear as he lavished attention on all the bits between Quinn’s head and groin. Using lips, tongue and teeth, Alex played with Quinn’s nipples until they were puffy and tender. Quinn repaid the sadistically slow effort by digging his nails into the man’s sinewy back muscles.

  “Hmm, more,” Alex murmured before biting a nipple hard enough to make Quinn’s eyes water.

  Taking him at his word, he clawed long streaks along the man’s flesh. That earned his other nipple some attention that had him yelping. A soothing tongue bath mollified him until Alex continued his journey. It ended, deliciously, with Quinn’s cock inside Alex’s mouth.

  “Shit, yeah.” He arched into the blowjob, sending his dick down Alex’s throat.

  The guy made it seem so easy. Quinn would have happily kept his cock there and come from the intense way it was being milked. Alex, though, had other ideas. He pulled off it, letting his tongue and teeth slide along the shaft. Then he rolled away entirely.

  Quinn whimpered at the loss of contact, even though he knew Alex was only getting lube.

  The man chuckled. “Two seconds, impatient boy.” He returned and pressed one knee between Quinn’s quivering legs to spread them open. “Look at me, Quinn.”

  It was hard, but he pried open his eyes and gazed into Alex’s now-black ones. “They really do change color when you’re aroused, don’t they?”

  “Yes. Black is for passion, while red is for blood lust.” He squeezed a dollop of lube onto two fingers, and using his muscular thighs, forced Quinn’s to an almost ninety-degree angle. He shoved those greased fingers inside Quinn’s hole with a slow, easy motion.

  Quinn grunted at the burn and relaxed as much as he could. It didn’t take a lot of effort, now, to loosen him. His ability to take something up his ass came easily, especially when Alex rubbed against his prostate with each thrust. He closed his eyes and fisted the bedding, savoring the pleasure consuming him. He even pulled his legs higher to give Alex greater access.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Completely,” he answered without hesitation.

  “Then no condom is necessary. I can’t give you any diseases.”

  Quinn’s thoughts scattered as his prostate was goosed by the relentless finger-fucking. “Okay.” Some back part of his brain tried to sound an alarm. There was something he was forgetting. He batted it away mentally and concentrated on the exquisite pleasure that was to come.

  “Do it now. Please, fill me with your cock.”

  Alex chuckled again. “So impatient and greedy—and beautiful. My precious boy.”

  That was all the warning Quinn got before Alex replaced his fingers with his dick. The thick, hard rod slid in almost as easily. It stretched the rim of Quinn’s hole wide enough to make him hiss a moment in pain, but Alex mercifully didn’t stop. Instead, he kept up the relentless thrust until Quinn’s channel was filled to bursting and Alex’s balls bounced against his ass.

  “I can’t take this slow.” Alex’s voice sounded harsh and strained.

  Grabbing the backs of his thighs, Quinn opened himself even more. “I don’t want you to.”

  Alex pushed forward to send his cock even deeper before pulling out and pounding him with a speed and force that sent Quinn bouncing off the mattress. He panted and tossed his head, curled his toes and dug his fingers into his own skin. His unattended dick bobbed against his stomach, weeping and aching with the need to be touched. But he refused to risk the loss of his position. He wanted to give Alex the best ride of his life.

  He needn’t have worried. The man made him gasp when he grabbed Quinn’s cock in a tight-fisted grip. With each flick of his wrist, Alex rubbed his thumb across the head. Pre-cum eased the way and his climax built with predictable speed.

  Just as he felt his balls pull in an achy warning of emptying, Alex changed the angle of his body to fall over Quinn. He landed his hand with a thump by Quinn’s head, while he used his other one to continue its assault on Quinn’s cock.

  Alex pressed his lips against the base of his throat. A quick inhale by Alex was the norm by now, except Quinn knew for the first time what the man really wanted—not a sniff, but a taste. The knowledge caused his lungs to freeze and he stiffened before he could stop the reaction.

  “This is all I need,” Alex whispered. “Nothing more, I promise.” He thrust deeply, rasping Quinn’s prostate and making him cry out and arch his back.

  He almost forgot his thoughts—almost. He knew Alex was lying. Blood was not just a fetish but a staple for the man. If Quinn was going to commit his life to him, he had to do it completely. Otherwise, he would always feel that he was failing his partner on some level.

  “No,” he breathed out the word, then said it more forcefully. “No. You need blood and I want to give it to you. Bite me, Alex. Please, please, do it. I want it.” Feeling the cum boiling up, he yelled, “Now!”

  The strike hurt more than he’d expected. So much so that he couldn’t even breathe at the moment it happened. A second later, he screamed and his body went rigid. It felt suspended like that, hovering over the bed. Then he came crashing down. Cum pulsed out of his dick in the most intense orgasm of his life. It was as if his shaft spasmed in Alex’s fingers and his hole squeezed hard enough to make his ass feel as though it were shattering.

  He drew in one rasping breath before melting into the mattress. A languid feeling stole over him. The lingering pain where Alex’s fangs had sunk into his flesh washed away. In its place there was a rhythmic sucking that matched the snapping of Alex’s hips as he continued to fuck him. Quinn could feel the tug of Alex’s swallows with each beat of his heart, and when the man’s cum flooded his ass, it coated his insides with a hot sensation that somehow spread to the place where teeth met flesh.

  Moaning, Alex drew one more mouthful before releasing his hold. Quinn surprisingly missed the connection the moment it was lost. A
lex’s gentle lapping cooled the spots where the fangs had embedded. He tried to open his eyes to get a look at his lover. He needed to see how much he’d pleased the man. His lids were too heavy to move, however, and quite against his will, he drifted off.

  * * * *

  Alex couldn’t stop staring at his boy, or rather, at the two bruised points where he’d bitten him. Quinn was his now. No matter what happened, that truth could not be denied. More than battling Adrian, claiming Quinn had left Alex wired and bewildered. He couldn’t sleep, and he still couldn’t believe that the boy had given him his blood after all that had happened.

  “Such a brave boy,” he murmured, so as not to wake him.

  Quinn stirred, anyway, having slept only a few hours, not enough to recover from the all night’s misery of interrogation by the tenacious Chin. The woman had known they weren’t giving her the entire truth, but unless Duncan had given her the rather tall tale of aliens, he knew there was nothing more the woman could do to them.

  Blinking open his eyes, Quinn smiled at him. “You know that technically I’m a man.”

  Alex smiled and ran his finger down Quinn’s nose. “Technically. But to me, you are my boy. I’m afraid you need to indulge me in that affection.”

  Quinn grabbed his finger and bit the tip with an impish smile. “Okay, old man.”

  Alex laughed. “Touché.” Quinn ran his fingers over the bite marks. “Are you all right?”

  “Uh-huh. It heals so quickly.”

  “It’s a chemical in my saliva. No regrets?” He actually held his breath waiting for the answer.

  Quinn shook his head. “None. It kind of adds to the experience, doesn’t it?”

  Pleased by the observation, he said, “Yes, it does. At least, it always does for my people. It doesn’t always work that way for humans. I’m glad it did for you.”

  Quinn frowned. “Do you drink other boys’ blood?”

  “Not now.” Bending, he kissed those pouty lips. “Just yours.”

  “Good, because I’m into monogamy.”