0 comments/ 10105 views/ 2 favorites The Tour Ch. 01 By: AllyBlue The idea for the tour was born, as are so many of the best ideas, at three o'clock in the morning. Large amounts of vodka were involved, of course, as well as assorted substances of varying degrees of legality. We'd just finished playing one of the most brilliant sets of our career. Three-fifths of Radiohead - Thom and the Greenwood Sisters; Phil and Ed were off home being family men, bless them - had come to the show and were helping us celebrate afterward. By three, we were all deliciously toasted and starting to get silly. "Here's to Placebo!" Colin called, slurring only a little, and raised his glass. "Fucking ace set, mates." "Absolutely." Thom flashed that wonderfully childlike smile of his from his perch on Jonny's lap. "Brian, love, you had those people eating out of your hand." "Did, didn't I?" I grinned and wiggled my arse at him. "God, I'm good." "So modest, darling," Stef said, smiling. He smacked my arse. Hard. Bastard. He knows how that turns me on. I straddled his lap, hiking my leather mini-skirt up around my hips. "Steffy-love, you know better than to promise me things you can't deliver." "And who says I can't?" His words echoed in my mind, along with the mental image of what he wanted to do to me later. I bit my lip so hard one of my fangs went straight through it. I didn't care; it felt amazing when Stef licked at the wound. Honestly, I never get tired of being a vampire. "Oy! None of that, now!" Steve gave us a rather drunken glare. I leaned close to Stef's ear. "Later, darling." "Fucking hell, I don't know what's worse," Steve grumbled. "Being forced to watch you two snogging, or watching you go all Dracula. God." "Actually," Jonny said, speaking up for the first time all evening, "I think the audience rather enjoyed both tonight." Truer words were never spoken. Ever since Stefan and I were turned, we'd gone right back to kissing and groping onstage, much to the delight of all those girls who write slash stories about us. That night, Stef had gotten a bit carried away and bitten me right in the middle of 'Taste In Men.' I nearly came right there in front of about five thousand people. They loved it. So did I. Colin leaned forward in his seat, those owlish eyes of his sparkling. "Brother dear," he said to Jonny, "you're brilliant, d'you know that?" Jonny blinked big, dark eyes from behind his fringe. "So I'm told. Why the sudden unprovoked compliment, Cozzie?" Colin sighed. "Oblivious to your own genius, as usual. Thom, however do you put up with him?" Thom pretended to consider. "Well, he's a decent guitarist, he generally lets me have my way, and he's a bloody brilliant kisser. And he smells nice." He cuddled closer to Jonny, rubbing his cheek against Jonny's dark hair. "Christ, I'm surrounded by fucking fairies," Steve declared. "You love us, Beanie." I blew him a kiss. He flipped me off. Sweet boy. Coz was on a roll, and would not be deterred. "Listen, gentlemen, I have an Idea." Yes, he capitalized it. Trust me. "The audience, as my dear baby brother pointed out, was most enthralled by tonight's onstage antics, yes?" "Apparently," Stef said. "Thought they'd all have a collective stroke when I bit Bri." "Exactly." Colin's eyes were starting to get that shine they get when he's all worked up about something. "People love vampires." "They don't know that Stef and Brian are real vampires, Colin," Jonny pointed out. "Doesn't matter. They love the idea of vampires. Put that together with two other things that lots of people love - rock stars and pretty boys kissing - and you've got a fucking gold mine." "What're you saying, mate?" Steve asked, taking a swig of vodka straight from the bottle. Jonny's eyes widened. "Coz, are you thinking what I think you are?" Colin grinned wickedly at his brother. "I believe so." Jonny and Thom exchanged a glance. I could practically see the thoughts flowing quick as lightning between them. They've been vampires - not to mention lovers - much longer than Stef and I have. Sometimes it's eerie to watch them together, and realize how completely they each know what the other is thinking and feeling, every minute of every day. Stef and I live inside one another's heads, certainly, but our connection is weak and fragile compared to the one Thom and Jonny share. I look forward to my Stefan and me being as deeply bound as they are one day. "Well, what about explaining it to those of us who can't read minds then, all right?" Steve set the vodka down and crossed his arms over his chest. I found this fairly distracting, as he was naked from the waist up and has those lovely muscles that drummers tend to get when they do their job properly. Stef closed my mouth for me. "Wipe your chin, love." "And for the love of Pete, would you stop staring at me?" Steve added. "Christ, Brian, I'm the straight one, remember?" "I'll never give up on you, Stevie-B," I promised, not quite as jokingly as I made it sound. Someday, mark my words, I'll have that delectable piece of man between my legs. No one can resist my charms, not even a manly man like Steve. I batted my eyelashes at him. He flipped me off again. Good thing I love a challenge. "Whenver Mr. Molko is quite finished flirting," Colin said with a grin, "I'll be happy to explain my idea." "Done for now, thanks," I said, turning around on Steffy's lap to face the room. Stef wound those long arms around me and held me against his chest, and I felt small and safe and loved, just as I always do when he holds me. "Basically," Colin said, leaning foward, "what I'm thinking is, how lucrative it could be to capitalize on the vampiric tendencies of certain members of both our bands." "Meaning?" Steve said, eyebrows raised. "Meaning," Thom broke in, "that Cozzer thinks we should have a vampire-themed tour. Right, Coz?" "Almost." Colin seemed a bit put out by Thom stealing his thunder, but forged ahead regardless. "Vampire themed, yes, definitely. And of course the rampant gayness doesn't hurt." Steve snorted. Colin ignored him and plowed on. "But what I think what we should do is, gather all the bands we know with vampire members, and tour during the month of October, ending on Halloween. A short, intense tour featuring bands with a reputation for sexually charged shows, and a vampire theme, would be a huge hit. Especially in America." We all sat silent for a moment, absorbing it. "Colin, that's brilliant," Stef said finally. "Sort of like Lollapalooza, only better. So who're you thinking, other than us?" "Hang on, Radiohead isn't exactly known for sexuality in our shows," Jonny protested, his slight lisp a bit more pronounced than usual. God, it's too adorable. Everyone else burst out laughing. Jonny sat looking around in utter confusion. I swear, the man is absolutely precious. He has no clue how people see him. "Jonny, my darling," Thom said when he got the giggles under control, "heart of my heart, I adore you, but sometimes I worry about your mind." "What?" Jonny blinked at him, resulting in fresh peals of laughter from everyone else. Steve rolled his eyes. "Please, mate, you fucking rub off on your guitar all the time. And Christ, Thom has bloody orgasms on stage. Your show is full of sex, you twat." "Don't call my brother a twat," Colin said, looking a bit distracted but defending his sibling automatically. "So what do you think? Are we on?" "Sounds fabulous to me, darling," I said. Everyone else agreed that it was a wonderful idea. "Now," Colin said, "all we need is a name. Ideas? Anyone?" Silence. Smell of burning brain cells. It would have to be Steve who eventually came up with the perfect name for the tour. Smug bastard. "I know!" he said, bouncing in place like the twelve-year-old he really is under all that hairy manliness. "The Children of the Night tour!" Thom let loose his slightly unhinged giggle. "What fucking great music they make!" he misquoted. "Brilliant!" "Lads," Colin said as Jonny filled everyone's glasses for a toast, "we are in business. Cheers!" (to be continued...) The Tour Ch. 02 I like touring. Truly. Seeing new places, getting wasted with people I don't know, fucking groupies, it's brilliant. The thing is, I never realized before how much bloody work goes into making a tour happen. That's what bands have managers and such for, right? I know now. Christ. I shall refrain from banging on about the months between Colin's moment of genius and the start of the tour. I'd just as soon forget, anyway, it was a fucking nightmare. Suffice to say, we managed to bring the whole blasted thing together in spite of ourselves, mostly because I cleverly went out and hired the sorts of people who are good at it after realizing that we were not. We still had plenty to do, mind you, but clearer minds were in charge. Thank God. Strangely - or perhaps not - we agreed almost from the start about which bands we wanted touring with us. H.I.M. was a no-brainer, though that Ville fellow frightens me. Silly, I know, but I can't help it. He's not even the vampire in that group, believe it or not. We wanted Marilyn Manson, but the wanker turned us down. Obviously not as bright a businessman as I'd always thought, oh well. Bowie called me up one evening when the sun had barely set to ask if he could be in on it. How he knew, I haven't a clue, as it was early in the process and we'd not even asked anyone yet, him being one of our first choices, of course. I believe he's the only vampire in this part of the world with such generalized psychic powers. Whatever, doesn't matter. He was on board, which is the important thing. Everyone else was nearly as excited as I was, though no one else did the shrieking fangirl thing. Other not quite so obvious choices ended up on the roster, after a couple of weeks of phoning up agents and managers and talking through endless layers of underlings to get at the actual musicians. Beck, who is a complete and utter pervert even though he's not a vampire. He donates, and that plus his close "friendship" with Thom got him in. I was delighted; he's a hell of a top. I made a mental note to pack the Very Special Bondage Equipment for him. Dear boy does love to see me hogtied, bless him. Franz Ferdinand agreed at once to join us. Alex Kapranos is by far the oldest vampire in the British Isles; he was born during the time of Achilles, who he swears was a real person. And I was surprised to learn that he'd turned Bob way back in 1820. Made me feel like an absolute child. My Chemical Romance took a bit of convincing, but they agreed in the end. They're all vampires. It was Stef's idea to ask them, sap that he is. He's never been the same since he "accidentally" saw that pretty-boy singer naked. Good thing I'm not the jealous type. No, really, I'm not. Surprisingly, The Libertines got back together just for this tour. Pete's the vampire. Shock horror, I know. We all went back and forth for days over whether or not it was safe. After all, Pete and Carl were as likely to kill each other in a fist fight as snog onstage. But in the end, we decided there was no choice, really. The public loves those violently angsty relationships. Plus they're a fucking incredible band. A month before the tour was to begin, we were still one band short of what we wanted. Thom and I spent most of the night in a thoroughly disreputable London bar, desperately trying to think of someone else we could ask. "What about The Demons? You know, that band from the East End?" I tossed back a shot of tequila. "None of them are real vampires, but their bassist has a blood fetish." Thom shook his head sadly, tracing the edge of his glass with the tip of one finger. "Sorry, but their singer's afraid of Ed." "You've got to be kidding." "Nope." "For God's sake, why?" "He says Ed's abnormally tall and has scary teeth." Thom smirked into his whiskey. "Prat." I sighed. "All right, so The Demons are out. Don't like them anyway." "Me neither. They sound like chipmunks on acid." That made me laugh, because it was true. Thom started laughing too, and we sat there giggling like a couple of schoolgirls for a bit. Once we settled down, however, we found ourselves still short one band. That's when it hit me. I smacked my forehead, wondering why I hadn't thought of it before. "Why're you hitting yourself, Bri? I could do that for you, y'know." Thom grinned wickedly at me. I gave him my sexiest smile. "Yes, please. Later. Thommy, I know who to call for the last slot on our tour!" "Who? Oh, and do you want full bondage or just a bit of spanking?" "Spanking, please. You can tie me up and hurt me another night. I think we should call up Blood And Fire." "That's that band you and Stef met in Chapel Hill, right?" Thom tossed back the rest of his drink, slid out of the booth, and pulled me to my feet. I linked my hand with his and followed him toward the door. "That's right. They're an amazing band." "Doesn't hurt that they're blood donors as well." "Indeed." The second we got outside, Thom pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, deep and hard. I melted against him. God, his kiss can turn any mere human into a quivering mess. Any vampire as well, evidently. "I think," he purred, nipping at my bottom lip, "that you just want them because of those pretty twins." He was right, of course. Partly, anyway. Michael and Damien, the incredibly gorgeous identical twins at the core of Blood And Fire, are sexy enough to turn the entire NFL gay. Stef and I had spent a mind-blowing night with them last time we were in America. But I wasn't lying when I said they were an amazing band. They are. "Mmmm. I'd argue, but I can't." I rubbed my crotch against his thigh. "Let's go to my place and fuck like bunnies." He laughed. "You," he said, slipping a hand between my legs, "are an insatiable little bastard." "Your point?" He did something to my balls that made my vision blur. "Christ, do that again." He did. "No point. All right, your place. Stef won't mind?" "He's in Oxford, working out some tour details with Colin and Jonny." "Oh yes, of course. I'd forgotten." Lying sod. You don't forget where your lover is when you can feel him in your mind all the time. "We'll share with them." "Certainly." I pulled him tight against me and kissed him, caressing his fangs with my tongue. He shuddered in my arms. "Let's go, darling. Bri's been a bad little girl and needs a spanking." He gave me a grin that was pure evil, and we hurried out into the night. ***** I called Damien as soon as I woke the next night. I could hear the smile in his voice when he picked up the phone. "Hey, Brian, how are you?" "Good, love. How are you and Michael?" "Fine. Been playing a lot of gigs out of town lately." "Yes, I've seen. I subscribed to your newsletter, you know." "Seriously?" He sounded genuinely surprised, the dear. "Wow. So, what's Placebo up to these days? Heard you were back in the studio." "Oh, we are, yes." "Cool." "Mm. We're plannning a tour as well." "Yeah? Awesome, when?" "Next month. That's why I'm calling, actually." "What do you mean?" "It's a multi-band tour, and we have one slot open. We'd like you to fill it." Shocked silence on the other end. I stifled a giggle. "You serious, Bri? You want us to play with you?" "Always, darling. But I'd love for you to join us on tour as well." That got me a laugh. "One track mind. I'll have to talk to the rest of the guys, but yeah, I'm pretty sure we'd love to." "Wonderful! I'll email you with all the pertinent details." I let my voice drop into a seductive growl. "Can't wait to see you again, pretty." "Me too. Been thinking about you a lot." The dear boy's voice was thick with need. Turned me on. I spread my legs and grabbed my hardening cock in my free hand. "What've you been thinking of, Damien? Tell me." His voice was low and rough. "Been thinking about tying you to my bed. Face down and naked, with your legs spread." God, yes. I stroked my shaft, rubbing my thumb across the head. "What would you do to me, love? When I'm bound and helpless on your bed." "I'd whip that fine ass first," he whispered. "Whip it red and raw. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes. Oh." I closed my eyes, phone clutched in one hand, my prick in the other. The fact that my arse was bruised and sore from my little games with Thom the night before was helping me along quite a lot. "And then? After you've whipped me good?" "Got a toy," he said, a little breathlessly. "Butt plug. Big one. I'd shove that up your ass and my dick down your throat." "Fuck, fuck yeah," I panted, stroking so hard I almost dropped the phone. "Fuck my mouth, pretty, God..." I was close already, just thinking of him using me like that. How his white skin would flush a delicate rose, those wild ebony curls damp against his face, dark eyes hot and feral. The only thing missing was blood. "Fuck, so close," he moaned. "Bite my cock. Suck my blood from my cock, Brian, please." That did it. I came hard, spasms shaking my body as I milked my prick. I could hear Damien's strangled cry over the phone as he came too. I sat sprawled in the chair for a few moments, catching my breath while the buzzing in my head faded. Eventually I noticed what sounded like two voices on the other end of the phone, followed by a familiar laugh and the soft wet sounds of kissing. "Damien, love," I said, "is that Michael with you?" "Yeah." Soft whispers, then a low moan. "He says hi." "Hi from me to him." I listened intently for a moment. Someone was breathing hard, making incoherent pleas in a voice rough with desire. My dick perked right back up. "What're you doing, lovely?" "He was watching me jerk off while I talked to you," Damien said. "It turned him on. So I'm getting him off right now." Oh. Holy hell. I reached for the lotion I knew Steffy kept in the desk drawer and started wanking again. Honestly, being a vampire is worse than adolescence as far as constant hard-ons. "Tell me," I begged. "Tell me what you're doing to him. What he looks like." "Got my hand around his cock," Damien said, his voice low and seductive. "He's so hard, Bri, and his cock's so thick. Hot, too. I can smell him, Bri, he's leaking all over my hand and I can smell it. Wanna taste him." Jesus, yes. "Do it, Damien." A pause, filled by wet slurping sounds, increasingly loud moans, and finally, a sharp cry from Michael. My insides tightened as my orgasm started to spiral up my spine. "Fuck, Bri," Damien's voice floated over the phone, sounding drunk and dazed. "He came in my mouth, and fuck, it tastes so good." And there I went again, the mental picture Damien painted tumbling me right over the edge. Thom picked that moment to wander in from the bedroom, all naked and sleepy with his hair sticking up in a hundred random directions. His eyes went wide. Or rather his good eye did. I grinned at him. "Must run, love," I said to the phone. "I am most anxious to see you. Especially now." "Mmmm," Damien mumbled. "I came again. Just from sucking him off." Oh, dear. Seemed Little Bri wasn't quite done even yet. Thom eyed my growing (again) erection and got that evil twinkle in his eye. "Darling, I think that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. Now you two go get cleaned up and have a nap, and I'll email you soon." "'K. 'Bye, Brian." "Ta, darling. Kiss." I hung up, carefully keeping my sticky hand away from the phone. Thom gave me a look. "Who was that?" he asked, wandering over to kiss me. "Damien, from Blood And Fire. They're keen to tour with us, I think. I'll just send them the details in a bit and we can nail it down." "Hm. I can think of other things I'd rather nail." He waggled his eyebrows at me. "Speaking of which, do you always wank over the phone when you conduct business?" "Not my fault, Thommy dear. First he told me how he'd tie me down and whip me and force me to suck his cock, and then he gave me a running commentary while he got his brother off. What was I to do?" "I see your point." Thom pulled me to my feet and into his arms, paying no attention to the semen dripping off my tummy. "Come back to bed, love. Let's see how many times we can get off before our men get back, hm?" "Darling, you're so clever! May we play with some of my toys?" "Oh, absolutely." He squeezed my bruised arse hard, making me squeal. "Smashing! Let's go!" He swooped me up into his arms and carried me, laughing, into the bedroom. (to be continued...) The Tour Ch. 03 Did you know that it takes roughly eight hours to fly across the Atlantic? That's right. Eight hours. Difficult enough for a human. For a planeload of vampires and their human minions - pardon, bandmates and friends - it's fucking hell on earth. Timing it so that everyone's awake and no one gets crispy is delicate, but doable. The hard part is putting up with all the diva shit that goes along with having a load of rock star bloodsuckers all in one place. No, I am not talking about myself. Contrary to popular opinion, I am a delight to travel with. Everyone says so. Well, except for Steve. The point being, when you are in an airplane with a bunch of other people who also stay up all night and will be cranky without a bit of the red stuff, you need something to distract them. I am very, very good at distraction. All of us - Stef, Beanie, and me, Radiohead, Franz, and the Libertines - arrived at the airport before the sun had properly set. Our handlers loaded us in short order onto Bowie's private jet, and off we went. H.I.M. were meeting us in New York, along with My Chemical Romance, Beck, and Blood And Fire. The moment we were properly airborn, David stood to address the group settled into the luxurious leather seats. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I propose a toast? To us, and the world's first vampire tour." He raised his glass of champagne. "To the Children Of The Night." "Fuckin' A!" Steve bellowed, and drained his whiskey. The rest of us echoed him, tossing back tequila and whiskey and champagne and beer. "God, I'm so excited about this!" I got up from Steffy's lap and plopped myself down on Steve's. "Kiss me, darling. For luck." "Fuck off, you horny little git." Stevie scowled and gave me a half-hearted shove, but his eyes told a very different story than his words. "One day, Beanie. One day." I winked at him and settled back into Stef's arms again. "Brian," Stef said as Steve got up and went to talk to Ed and Phil, giving me an evil glare on the way, "why do you keep baiting him like that?" I smiled and kissed him. "You know I can't resist a challenge, lover. And you know he wants me, really. He just hasn't admitted it to himself yet." He shook his head. "It really is a shame that you have such a low opinion of yourself." "Not my fault that I'm irresistible." Stef laughed. "That you are, love." He traced the curve of my shoulder with one long finger, making me shiver. "So. What shall we do? We have eight hours to kill." "Mm. Let's see." I leaned close, brushing my lips against his. His tongue flicked out to touch mine, and I moaned. "Stef. Fuck me." "Right here on the plane? Anyone could see, sweet." "I know. I want them to see." I dipped my head, nipped lightly at his jaw. Felt his sharp intake of breath. "Please, Steffy." I felt him trying to resist. My Stef is shy, bless him. Up to a point. Once a high enough percentage of blood is shunted to his privates, he becomes a bit of an exhibitionist. Not as much as me, but enough that fucking in full view of a group of trusted friends wouldn't bother him. My darling Stefan. I do love him so. I rose onto my knees, straddling his lap and rubbing my erection against his hard, flat belly. His desire rose like lava in my mind, through my body, mingling with my own need and making me burn. Steffy glanced around. David's plane was set up more like a restaurant than a typical airplane, with staggered rows of semi-circular booths instead of normal airplane seats. Everyone was sitting in little groups in the booths, drinking and talking, not even looking our way. A mix CD Colin had made of songs by bands on our tour played on the sound system. I let my smugness roll through the mind connection Stef and I shared. "No one's looking, Steffy. Let's see how long it takes them to notice." Stef's dark eyes gleamed. "And join in, perhaps?" "One never knows." I licked his mouth. "Be rough with me, love. Make me your whore. Let them all see that I'm yours." I felt the last of his resistence crumble. He pushed me roughly off his lap. I landed sprawled on the floor at his feet. From the corner of my eye, I saw Thom glance over, glance away, do a double take. He grinned at me. I grinned back, and turned my attention back to Stef. He already had his fake snakeskin trousers unzipped. His cock, long and thick and already leaking in his hand, made my mouth water. "Suck my cock, slut," he ordered, his voice calm and cold. God, he does that so well. I took him in my mouth, licking slowly up his shaft and around the head. His taste, so familiar yet still so exciting, sent heat shimmering through me. I took his balls in my hand, squeezing gently. He growled, fisted his hands in my hair, and started fucking my mouth hard. I opened my throat and took it, loving every minute. At first, no one noticed. No one but Thom. I could feel him watching us, feel his excitement rising, feel Jonny's desire like a hot mist in my brain through the tenuous connection linking Thom and me. Thom's the one who turned me. We'll always be part of each other, because of that. Stef was really getting into it, plunging so deep into my throat that I could barely breath and saying the filthiest things, things that made my balls ache. "Yeah, that's it," he panted, his voice rough. "Suck it, you little slut. Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like to swallow my big fat cock, don't you, you whore? Cum slut, fucking take it. Oh, shit..." He was so close. Just as I felt his balls draw up, felt his orgasm building, I felt hands on my hips. Unzipping my trousers, working them down my thighs, pushing my shirt up my back to caress my skin. I shivered and moaned around Stef's cock. Strong hands spread my arse cheeks, cool slickness against my hole, someone's long fingers pressing inside me. Stef jerked and came, flooding my mouth with my favorite taste in the world. I swallowed it down, just as a hot, thick cock penetrated me. Stef pulled out of my mouth and patted my head. He stood up and eased out of the seat. Almost immediately, another cock was shoved down my throat. So there I was, on my hands and knees with my trousers halfway down my thighs, getting fucked in both ends by I wasn't even sure who while several other men, including the man I love, watched. Probably waiting their turn to fuck my mouth or my arse. Heaven. Pure fucking rapture. "Bloody hell, Molko, you're good." I rolled my eyes up to look at the man whose dick filled my mouth. Pete grinned down at me, pale cheeks flushed pink. Christ, he's too adorable for his own good. I slipped a finger up his arse and sucked him down. He came hard, eyes rolling back, his come pulsing down my throat. "Mmmm," a low, sexy voice purred behind me. "Too fucking hot, watching you suck cock while I fuck you." Alex. God. I nearly came on the spot, just from the growl in his voice. Always had a bit of a thing for him. Pete pulled away, collapsing into a heap on the seat. Alex wrapped both arms around my chest and pulled me up against him. I turned my head, caught a glimpse of those amazing eyes of his hot with lust, then we were kissing, deeply, his tongue slick and strong against mine, his fangs nipping at my lips. "D'you like it, Brian?" he whispered against my ear. "You like my cock up your arse?" He thrust hard, the head of his prick zinging over my prostate, and I shuddered. "Yeah. Like it. God, fuck me, Alex, please..." A new pair of hands tugged on my legs, pulling my knees out from under me. I felt a familiar presence in my mind, and knew it as Thom. Alex lifted me up by the backs of my thighs, allowing Thom to pull my shoes and trousers off. "So beautiful, Bri," Thom breathed, moving forward to press against me as Alex spread my legs wide. "Beautiful wanton little whore." He reached down, pinched my nipples hard, twisting them. I arched against Alex's chest, my head falling back onto his shoulder, letting the blissful pain thrill through me. Christ, it felt good. I licked my lips, opened my mouth to tell Thom what I wanted him to do. Nothing came out. I reached desperately for Steffy in my mind, showed him what I wanted. He laughed. Stef leaned over and nudged Thom's shoulder. "He wants you to fuck him too, Thom." Thom arched an eyebrow at me. "Oh, yes? It'll hurt, darling." He ran a fingertip down my cheek. "But you like that, don't you?" I moaned as Alex circled his hips, moving his prick inside me in a most indescribable way. "God, Thom, please!" Thom smiled, caressed my face. "Whatever you want, love." It wasn't my first experience with double penetration. But it was by far the best. Thom and Alex inside me at the same time, stretching me painfully tight, filling me so that I thought I might burst. God, it was brilliant. "Ah," Alex panted. "Got to come, Bri." "Yeah, Alex, come on," Thom growled, his eyes on fire. "Want to feel it." I couldn't speak, lost as I was in ecstacy. I moaned and writhed between them. Two warm bodies pressed against mine, two hot wet mouths kissing my lips, my face, my neck, two thick cocks up my arse, and Jesus, it was almost too much. Alex grunted and came inside me, Thom shot a split second later, then two sets of fangs sank into my throat, the universe exploded behind my eyes, and I cried out as orgasm ripped through me. I think I must have passed out. When I came to, Stef was holding me on his lap, cuddled against his chest. I snuggled against him, breathing in his scent. "Enjoy yourself, darling?" he asked, and kissed my forehead. "Mm. Very much, yes." I wiggled my still-bare arse against him. "I'm sticky." "So's everyone else." "What're they up to now?" Stef craned his neck to look. "Strip poker, looks like. Oh my, Carl's losing rather badly, come look." I stuck my lip out. "Don't want to." "Whyever not? Boy's fucking sex on legs." "Too good to fuck me, apparently." Stef laughed. "Only you could feel slighted by someone not joining in gang-banging you." "Everyone else wanted me, why didn't he?" "You passed out, silly. And not everyone else had a go, either." He had a point. "All right, then. I forgive him." I sat up and got a nice eyeful of Carl wearing nothing but a black thong. He caught my eye and gave me a filthy grin, and I felt enormously better. "Oh, yes. Pretty, pretty boy." Stef laughed again, pulled me back into his arms, and kissed me 'til I saw stars. We all got started up again after a bit. Carl was first in line that time. Christ, he's deliciously rough. No wonder Pete's so obsessed with him. Jonny had my mouth while Carl fucked my arse, and the contrast of his gentleness with Carl's roughness made my head spin. They all had me, all except Steve, Phil, and Ed, and I loved it. The only thing I love more than being the group whore is being punished for it. Later, I promised myself. Beck and Thom. Alex too, maybe, he's a notorious top. When it was over, and I lay sprawled on the floor, naked and sticky, I looked up to see Steve leaning on the back of a booth, staring at me with enough heat to blow up the plane. I gave him a rather dazed version of my usual dazzling smile. He frowned, shook his head, and turned away. "Next time, yeah?" I turned to look at Ed, who sat on the floor nearby, long legs stretched out in front of him. "What?" He cut a mischevious blue-eyed look toward Steve's retreating back. "He'll do you next time. You watch." I propped up on one elbow and gave him a considering look. "Hope so. It's my goal in life to get Beanie to cave. So, why didn't you, Edward? Too straight?" He smirked at me. "Naw. Just not really into public sex, you know? Rather keep it private." Colin walked by at that moment. He glanced down, Ed glanced up, and they exchanged a knowing look, and I understood suddenly. How perfectly adorable. "But you don't mind watching, evidently?" I said when Colin passed by. "Not at all." He flashed a wide, toothy grin. "Don't mind sharing either." "Obviously." I thought of how Colin had smacked my arse while he fucked me. Kinky bastard. And wouldn't he laugh if he knew I'd thought that about him. I let out a squeak when Stef picked me up off the floor and set me on my feet. "Bri, love, we'll be landing soon. Get dressed." "Yessir." I stood on tiptoe, wound my arms around his neck, and kissed his lips. "I love you, Steffy." He hugged me against him, dark eyes shining. "Love you too, sweetheart." Ed laughed as I started struggling back into my leather trousers. "Brian, I have to say, you're a hell of a host. After having flown to America with Thom and Jonny more times than I care to remember, I wasn't looking forward to doing it again, but this has been the most entertaining flight I've ever taken. Thank you." I smiled, and wiped a bit of semen off the corner of my mouth. God, I'm good. The Tour Ch. 04 I hadn't been to New York in a long time. So I heartily resented having to go straight to the hotel in order to avoid the sun. I sulked in the back of the limo, glaring out the heavily tinted window all the way to our destination. I managed to keep from exploding until Stef and I were safely tucked in bed in one of the basement rooms we'd requested for our group. "The thing is," I said, snuggling my back against Stef's chest, "we're here in one of the most exciting cities in the world, I'm fucking starving, and we're stuck in this fucking room just because the sun's about to rise." "Cheer up, love. In about..." he craned his neck to check the clock, "ten minutes, you won't notice anymore." I reached back and smacked his arse. "I don't need your logic right now, Stef." "Then what do you need?" "Want to go out." "Can't, sweetness." "I know!" "What if I did this, then?" He ran his tongue up the back of my neck. "Does that help?" "Uh. No," I lied, determined to hold on to my mood. "Hm. I'll have to try harder, then." He slid down, nipping at my spine on the way, big hands caressing my thighs and stomach. I moaned in spite of myself when he wrapped his long fingers around my cock. "Oh, yes, you like that, don't you, Bri?" "Yes," I sighed. Then realized what I'd said. "No! No, stop, I'm sulking!" He didn't stop. Not that I expected him to. Not that I really wanted him to. Which he knew, of course; he can read my mind, after all. I continued to not stop him when he rolled me onto my stomach, spread my arse cheeks, and swirled his tongue around my hole. "God, Steffy, please," I heard myself gasp. My hips lifted of their own accord to meet his tongue. One thing most people don't know about my Stef is that he has an unusually long tongue. I noticed that the first time I saw him lick those plush lips, naturally. The first time he kissed me and that tongue slithered into my mouth, the feel of it set off bright explosions in my head. The first time he sucked my cock, his tongue coiling around me like a snake, I came so hard I nearly passed out. The first time he tongue fucked my arse, he sent me soaring into a pure, perfect bliss, and I was lost forever. This time was just as good as the first. It always is. I fell asleep safe in his strong arms, a smile on my lips. New York could wait one more day. ***** We'd arranged to arrive in New York two days before our first show, so that we'd have a chance to adjust to the time change and have a bit of fun in the city. I woke the next night with the intention of getting all dolled up and taking the city by storm, with my Steffy at my side. Maybe picking up something young and pretty, getting thoroughly fucked and drinking some warm fresh blood. Wasn't meant to be, evidently. Not the way I was thinking of, anyway. I was at the mirror, putting on my mascara, when Jonny burst through the door. He was glowing like a hundred watt bulb. Thom trailed behind him, looking amused. "Hello," Stef said, smiling. "What's up?" "Jonny's dick," Thom said, blue eyes sparkling. Jonny blushed quite prettily. "Thom, please." Thom laughed and smacked Jonny's pert little backside. "Poor shy dear. You weren't so shy yesterday, when you had your cock shoved down Molko's throat." The reminder caused a pleasant stir under my very short, very tight dress. "It was lovely. Thommy, your boy has quite a delicious prick." "I know." Thom grabbed the organ in question through the snug black jeans, making Jonny blush even harder, then plopped down into a chair. "Want to know why it's already hard?" "He wants another go?" I guessed hopefully, licking my lips. "Rufus Wainwright is playing tonight," Jonny burst out, eyes shining. "We're going to see him, we wondered if you'd like to go." "He's had a crush on Rufus for ages," Thom clarified. "Good thing I'm not the insecure type, or I'd be jealous." Jonny gave Thom a sweet, smoldering look from behind his black fringe. "Darling, you know you're the only one I love." Thom smiled, reached out and pulled Jonny down onto his lap. "I know. I love you too." I leaned against the counter and watched as they kissed, hands roaming each other's bodies. They were oblivious to Stef and me, to everything around them. It was one of the sweetest things I'd ever seen. Also one of the hottest. I was getting seriously turned on. Not that that's difficult to do. Stef stopped me before I could shuck my dress and start a four-way. "Later, Brian. You wanted to go out, remember?" I stuck my lip out. "Yes, of course, but..." "But now you want to fuck. Again." Thom chuckled as Jonny stood and pulled him to his feet. "Honestly, Molko, you're the horniest person I've ever met in my life." "I'm sure." I smoothed my sparkly black mini-dress back into place and sighed. "All right. I'd love to go with you to hear Rufus play, what about it, Steffy? I've never seen him play before." "Oh, his show's magnificent," Jonny enthused, his lisp accentuated by his excitement. "To tell you the truth, I was surprised he turned us down for the tour." "I'm not," Thom said. "He's terrified of the South, the tosser." "Why?" Stef wondered. Thom shrugged. "Dunno. Guess he thinks a crowd of toothless inbred farmers with shotguns will chase him into a barn and set fire to it." Stef laughed. "That's ridiculous." "Clearly," Thom agreed. "But you can't reason with him." "Doesn't matter. We filled our tour slots, it's his loss." I pulled my high heeled boots on, grabbed my favorite red fake fur jacket, and headed for the door. "Let's go, boys. Baby's looking to get laid." "No surprise there," Thom said dryly. "But wouldn't you do better to stay here for that? You have three willing and quite able partners right in this room." I gave him my brightest smile. "Thommy, how sweet! But I thought that since we're going to see Rufus play, I'd have a go at him, pretty bit of tail that he is. Never had the pleasure." Jonny widened his eyes in a poor imitation of shock. "Do you mean to say there's a gay man on this planet you haven't had? Or should I say, hasn't had you?" I stuck my tongue out at him. "I plan to remedy that after his show tonight. Now do come along, darlings, I'm getting restless." Steffy laughed and held out his arm to me. I took it, and we headed out into the night for a bit of fun. ***** Jonny was spot on; Rufus's show was indeed magnificent. Mostly because he's just that fucking talented, but his flamboyance certainly doesn't hurt. The man flames so hard it's a wonder he doesn't set fires wherever he goes. Makes me look drab and boring. Not good. Baby Bri doesn't like to be dull, not even by comparison. Anyway. The show was wonderful. We were whisked directly to the dressing room afterward, courtesy of Jonny's sweetly shy flirting as much as the all-access passes he'd procurred for us, I feel certain. The heavily muscled bad boy security guard simpered just like a little girl when Jonny batted those big brown eyes at him. Rufus was in the shower when Thom knocked on the door. "Jonny? Thom? Is that you?" he called as Thom pushed the door open. "Yeah," Thom called, motioning us to be quiet. "Well, just make yourselves at home," Rufus shouted over the noise of the shower. "I'll be right out!" Jonny settled onto a chair, grinning like a child, and started picking at the hole in the knee of his jeans. Stef and I parked ourselves on the sofa. Thom sauntered over to the bar like he owned the place and started pouring drinks. I thanked him absently for the bourbon he handed me. The half-opened door to the bathroom was distracting me terribly with thoughts of naked, soapy Rufus. My state of semi-arousal kicked up into full blown, hard-as-fuck lust when Rufus appeard, not soapy but still slightly damp, wearing nothing but a tiny dark blue towel. My very interested prick made a noticable tent in my dress. Down, boy. "Oh my GOD, it's sooo good of you two to come see me tonight," Rufus sing-songed, swishing over to the bar to pour himself a whiskey. "I haven't had a nice vampire bite in forev-aaaaah! What the fuck?" He leaned against the bar, one hand pressed to his chest - which was even more deliciously hairy in real life, I couldn't help noticing - and stared at me and Stef as if we were... well, as if we were vampires who'd just shown up unexpectedly in his dressing room, which of course we were. I smiled at him, surreptitiously pulling my skirt up to show a bit more leg. "Rufus, darling! Surprised?" "You could say that," he said, edging cautiously toward us. Those gorgeous eyes flicked between Thom, Jonny, Stef, and my crotch so fast I wondered if it made him dizzy. "Not to sound rude, but what are you two doing here?" "We invited them," Thom said, sliding over to give Rufus a hug and a tonsil-cleaning kiss. "They'd not heard you play before. Plus Molko desperately wants to get in your trousers." Thom reached down and gave the towel a slight tug. "Though I'm sure he'd be happy with that towel you're almost wearing." Rufus looped an arm around Thom's shoulders and gave me an appraising look, as if he was inspecting a choice bit of steak. "Hm. Pretty enough, I suppose, in spite of those god awful clothes. Looks like a whore, though." Amusing, that. If he was trying to intimidate me by treating me like a sex object, he clearly knew nothing about me. I leaned against the back of the sofa and spread my legs wide, biting back a laugh at the look on Rufus's face when he saw I wasn't wearing underwear. "I could be your whore, sweet." "Classy, as usual, Brian," Jonny muttered, face flaming. Rufus blinked and looked away from my exposed bits, visibly pulling himself together. "Jonny, sweetheart. Come here." Jonny stood, still blushing prettily, and went straight into Rufus's arms. Rufus smiled sweetly at him before kissing him deeply. God, that was hot. Especially when Thom sidled up behind Jonny and slid a hand down the front of his jeans. Jonny let out a breathy little moan that went straight to my dick. "Touch me, Stef," I whispered. "No. Don't," Rufus said. I glared at him. He gave me a grin and a wink, and I relaxed. I could deal with him playing with me, oh yes. "I had something else in mind." I licked my lips. "What would you like me to do?" I let my nails scrape lightly up my shaft. Thom and Jonny were both staring at my crotch. Rufus was trying not to. Damn, I love being me. Rufus disentangled himself from Thom and Jonny, slung an around around each of them, and gave me a sinful smile. "First, take off your dress. Leave those skank boots on, I like them." I stood and did as he said, letting Stef help me out of my tight dress. Stef stood behind me, reaching around to stroke my cock. I leaned back against him. "Very nice," Rufus said. His hands were busily loosening Thom and Jonny's clothes. "Get on your knees, Brian." I sank obediently to my knees, holding Rufus's gaze. Stef's fingers combed through my hair, and I practically purred. Only he can make me feel like the most special person in the world with nothing but that small touch. Especially when I'm about to be everyone's little piece on the side yet again. I rubbed my cheek against his thigh, letting my love for him pour out through the connection between us. "Oh, dear lord," Rufus groaned. "I am surrounded by loving couples. Totally perverted, utterly slutty loving couples, but still. It's so sweet I'm getting cavities." Thom laughed, that filthy laugh which I knew meant his kinky side was about to come out. And let me tell you, when Thom starts getting kinky relative to himself, that's some serious kink. "Well, then," he said, his voice all low and raspy, "what say we do something... not so sweet, hmm?" Rufus's eyes gleamed. "Such as?" Thom gave me a thoroughly evil grin, then turned to whisper in Rufus's ear. Jonny clapped a hand over his mouth as Rufus's jaw dropped open. "I've still got it," I heard Rufus mutter, "but won't that hurt him?" "Yeah, mate, that's the point," Thom said, not bothering to lower his voice since he clearly wanted me to hear. "He loves it." Rufus furrowed his brow at me, chewing on that plump, lucious bottom lip of his. He looked positively adorable. "I don't know, Thom." "He's right, Rufus," Jonny spoke up, wrapping both arms around Rufus from behind and kissing his shoulder. "I've seen Brian handle some quite extreme things before. He'll be fine with this." I was understandably curious at this point. But I sat there on my knees on the floor, leaning against Stef's leg, and kept quiet. I'd fallen automatically into the role of sub. It was a comfortable place for me. I knew what to do, how to behave. My mind filled with the strange mix of need and peacefulness which always comes when I'm serving as a sex slave. "What's your idea, Thommy?" Stef asked. He unzipped, pulled out his blessedly erect cock, and shoved it down my throat, holding my head in place with both big hands. "Does Rufus have some lovely toys?" I felt rather than saw Rufus staring at Stef's prick as he fucked my mouth. "Um. Uh, yeah, actually, I've got some things," Rufus said, rather breathlessly. "But Thom wanted to use my TENS unit." Oh. Yes, please. Jesus. My balls drew up at the very thought. I moaned and gulped Stef's cock right to the root. He gasped. "Oh, god Bri. God." "Come on his face, Stef," Jonny supplied helpfully. His voice sounded strained. I turned my head enough to glance sideways, and was rewarded by the glorious sight of Jonny sandwiched between Rufus and Thom, jeans down around his thighs, Rufus's hand around his cock and Thom's fingers in his arse. If my control wasn't absolute, I would've come right then. Stef pulled out of my mouth, one hand still clenched in my hair, and started jerking himself hard with his other hand. I felt his orgasm build in my mind, along with his silent plea for my bite. I leaned forward and sank my fangs into the big vein running the length of his shaft. He jerked, cried out, and came all over my cheek. I came a second later, unable to hold out against the swooping high of drinking his blood, the feel of his semen on my skin, the knowledge of the three other men watching us. Rufus shuffled over and flopped onto the sofa, taking Thom and Jonny with him. "Well, that was quite a show," he said, grinning. "I hope you can get it up again for the encore, Mr. Molko." "Oh, he can," Steffy said, grinning. "Can't you, love?" "Absolutely." I caught Stef's eye, asked without words, and got his answer. I dropped to all fours and crawled over to rub my sticky cheek against Rufus's knee. "Would you like me to suck you off first, Mr. Wainwright?" "Ooooh, charming," Rufus purred. He unwrapped the towel and took his cock in his hand. His long, thick, leaking cock, hard as stone, making my mouth water. "Come get it, little girl." I ignored Thom's demented cackle and Jonny's soft chuckle as I pushed Rufus's knees apart and swallowed him whole. Let them laugh at me. I know they adore me, as I adore them. I could feel Stef's amusement in my mind, but I felt his love also, and his excitement, already heating again, feeding my own. It didn't take long for Rufus to come. I understood that. Performing never fails to excite me so much that I can barely last five minutes the first time Stef takes me after a show. I gulped Rufus's come as fast as it shot out. Fuck, he tasted good. I pulled back when I felt him begin to soften, and sat on my heels smiling demurely at him from under my eyelashes. "My goodness," Rufus sighed. "Stef, you're a lucky man." "So's most of the western hemisphere," Thom said, smirking. I glared at him mentally, and he smirked harder. "So what about this TENS unit thing, then?" Stef asked. "He's anxious to have it used on him. Whatever it is." "Oh, I got it a couple of years ago, when I strained a muscle in my back. I still take it with me when I tour, hotel beds are so rough on my back. TENS stands for..." Rufus stopped and frowned at the ceiling. "I can't remember what it stands for. But basically what it does is, it uses electricity to make your muscles contract rhythmically, and that works the spasms out of a strained muscle. Feels amaaaaaaaazing." I agreed. I wasn't about to tell anyone else, but I'd nicked one from a physical therapist friend of mine once and hooked it up to my bits. I came so hard I swore I'd entered another plane of existence. Of course, the second I thought that, Stef picked up on it. He raised an eyebrow at me, dark eyes twinkling, but didn't give me away. I smiled at him. Jonny was already up and digging through Rufus's bag. "All right, I've found the machine, Rufus, where are the pads?" "Outside pocket." Rufus grinned at me. "Sure you're ready for this, Brian?" I bit my lip and tried to look frightened. "I... I don't know. Will you be gentle with me?" The gleam in those so pretty eyes told me that I'd guessed correctly; Rufus liked me as the trembling, terrified maiden. At least he did when he was topping, evidently. Delightful. It took every bit of control I had to suppress my smile. "Hm," he pretended to consider. "Nope, don't think so. And you'd better be still, or I'll have to punish you." Oh, hallelujah. Yes, please. Stef, bless him, spoke before I could open my big mouth and ruin it for myself. "He has a difficult time being still. You'll likely have to, erm... restrain him." Rufus raised an eyebrow. Thom and Jonny both grinned at him. "No doubt," Thom said, cool as could be. "What've you got to tie him with?" "Clever me, I brought my leathers." The look in Rufus's eyes when he said that made my heart speed up, anticipation a hot ache between my thighs. "Leathers?" Jonny asked, his face the picture of confusion. Christ, he's simply precious. "Leather restraints," Thom clarified. "You know, like they have to use sometimes on the psych ward. Right Rufus?" "You are correct, sir. They're in my bag." He gave Thom a smoldering look while Steffy dug around for the leathers. "I won't ask how you know that, Thommy." Thom blinked at him in a truly pathetic attempt to look innocent. I do better than that, for fuck's sake. "Doesn't everyone?" "Found them!" Stef called, triumphantly holding up four thick leather cuffs with long leather straps attached to them. "Where shall we go? I don't think the sofa's made for bondage." "Oh, there's a bed in the other room," Rufus said, motioning toward the bathroom door. Or what I'd thought was the bathroom. "It's like a hotel room in miniature in there. Bed, shower, mini-bar, just not very much floor." "Hm." Thom stroked his chin thoughtfully. "How big's the bed?" Rufus grinned. "Orgy sized, as it happens." "Excellent!" Jonny headed toward the door, the TENS unit in his hands. "Come on, I'm quite anxious to see this." Stef took my arm and hauled me to my feet. I followed him and Rufus into the other room, looking at the floor so Rufus wouldn't see the grin I couldn't keep back. The room was exactly as he'd described: small, but with a huge bed, an honest to god four-poster. A glass block half wall in the corner set a largish shower apart from the rest of the room. Nicest dressing room I'd ever been in, certainly. I filed that information away for our next tour and slinked over to the bed. Rufus planted one hand between my shoulder blades and shoved. I let myself fall face down across the bed, as he'd clearly intended. I gave him my best Trembling Virgin look over my shoulder. He leered at me. "Tempting as that sweet ass is, darling," he purred, leaning over to gently kiss both of my arse cheeks, "you'll need to turn over onto your back now, so we can torture you properly." Oh, sweet mother. Finally. I did as he said and rolled onto my back, making sure to keep the wide-eyed, frightened expression on my face. The Tour Ch. 04 "Mmmm, very nice." Rufus leaned against one bed post, arms crossed. "Spread your legs." Once again, I obeyed, like the good little whore I am. Thom walked over to me, blue eyes sparking. He bent and flicked his tongue over my nipple, and I gasped. "Like that, do you, sweetness?" "Yes, Sir," I breathed, the 'Sir' coming out automatically. He's topped me so often I find myself almost calling him Sir when we're out having a pint. What does that say about me, exactly? I'm not sure I want to know. He chuckled, then suddenly his fangs sank into my chest, one of them piercing the nipple he'd just licked. I arched off the bed, fingers digging into the mattress. The pleasure was so huge that I couldn't even cry out. I fought to keep from coming. The bastard, he knows exactly what his bite does to me. He took no more than a few drops of blood, then pulled back, eyes thick with desires blacker than midnight. I envy him his control. Once I get my fangs into something sweet, I couldn't possibly stop myself after that little bit. Nor could I keep myself from coming. At least, I don't think so. I've never actually tried. The mattress moved. I looked around, a little blurrily, and saw all four of my companions gathered around me, naked and hard. I hadn't realized that more than a few seconds had passed. Rufus leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. "Gentlemen, kindly restrain this pretty little thing for me." Stef, Thom, and Jonny had me strapped spread-eagle to the bed in seconds. I still had my boots on, which for some reason made me feel deliciously dirty. Rufus knelt between my open legs, several electrode pads clutched in one hand. "Believe it or not," he said as he attached the pads to the electrodes and started peeling the backings off, "it never occurred to me to use my machine this way." He slapped two pads onto my testicles. They felt cool and slightly gooey. "But I think," he continued, attaching pads to my shaft, "this is going to be loads of fun." "Here, Rufus," Thom said, "use these." I raised my head to look at him. He held two nipple clamps and a thin metal rod in his hand. I recognized them; they had the same equipment at The Ties That Bind. I'd had the clamps used on me, but never the rod. A thrill went through me at the thought of what was about to happen. Rufus frowned at the items. "I hate to sound ignorant, Thom, but what the hell do I do with these? I mean I know, nipple clamps, but what are these things on the ends? And what's this rod thingy?" So cute that Rufus didn't know what they were. Jonny and Stef both stifled laughter. Thom bit his lip and managed to speak calmly. "They attach to the electrodes. You know where the clamps go. The rod..." He didn't have to finish. Rufus's eyes went comically wide. "Oh, Jesus tap dancing Christ, Thom, you are such a pervert!" He smiled. "I love it." Stef leaned down over me and kissed me deeply, one hand in my hair and the other rubbing little circles on my belly. You sure you're okay with this, love? he asked silently. Very much so, I answered. Love you, Steffy. Love you, my darling. He pulled away with a smile, brushed a thumb across my cheek, and sat back on his heels. Before I knew he was going to do it, Rufus had attached both clamps to my nipples. I gasped at the sharp bite of metal digging into my tender flesh. Just a little pain. Just enough to make me squirm for more. "Jonny," Rufus said, "hand me the lube. It's on the table there by the bed." Jonny stretched that long, lithe body of his until he could reach the industrial size tube of K-Y. He handed it to Thom, who passed it to Rufus along with a smirk. "Bring enough?" "Hey, we might need it. Best to be prepared." Rufus took the metal rod, which Thom had attached to the last electrode, and slicked it with a generous amount of lube. He grasped my shaft with his other hand. His eyes burned into mine. "Deep breath, pretty." I drew a deep breath like a good girl, even though I didn't think I needed it. I wanted his first time playing with electricity to be as good as I already knew it was going to be for me. He pressed the end of the rod against my slit, bit his lip, and pushed it deep into my cock. "Oh, oh god, god!" The thing felt bigger than it actually was, slightly cold and very, very hard. It felt strange, but not really painful. He twisted it a little, and I forgot myself. "Christ, Rufus, turn it on! Fuck's sake, please!" Rufus laughed, picked up the TENS unit, and flipped the switch. It must've been on the lowest setting, because all I felt was a tingling, crawling sensation. Before I could beg him for more, he twisted the knob to turn up the juice, the tingle became a sizzle, and the primitive ecstasy of it took me. The four of them took turns with the machine, turning it up or down at random. I have no idea how long it went on. I'd become a creature of pure sensation, balanced on the knife edge between pain and pleasure. It was magnificent. When Jonny pulled the metal rod out of my dick and yanked the electrode pads off my shaft, I nearly protested. Probably would have if my brain still worked. As it was, I couldn't even manage to string a coherent sentence together before Jonny straddled my hips and impaled himself on my cock. "Oh, oh fuck!" Jonny shuddered, those dark eyes rolling back. "God, Bri..." Fuck, but he was beautiful, riding me like that. Pale skin wonderfully flushed, black hair damp with sweat and clinging to that long, graceful neck, swollen lips parted, panting. I wanted to tell him how lovely he was, but I didn't have the words. "Christ, that's hot," Rufus growled from somewhere behind my head. His face appeared above me, those blue-green eyes blazing into mine as he bent to kiss me. "Hey, pretty. Want some cock in that sweet mouth?" I nodded frantically, unable to speak. Rufus grinned. "Thom," he said. "Oblige the lady, hm?" Oh. Yes, please. I licked my lips. After a bit of wriggling around by everyone but me (and Jonny, who held his position with grim determination), we ended up with an utterly indescribable tangle that somehow worked. I'm not exactly sure who was where and doing what, partly because of my lust-clouded senses and partly because Thom decided that I needed to be blindfolded first. But I'm fairly certain that I had all four cocks in my throat and up my bum at some point. They undid my ankles so that they could get at my arse better. Luckily for me, I'm quite flexible. I felt ready to shatter into a million pieces by the time they undid my blindfold. I lay blinking up at them. Rufus bent and ran his tongue over my lips, so slowly. I could feel his prick against my arm, still hard, leaking pre-come on me. "I won't be the one," he whispered against my mouth, "baptized in come." He kissed me, very gently. "You will." He pulled away. I stared up into his eyes. I licked my lips, tried to speak. And arched off the bed, gasping, as he turned up the power on the TENS unit all the way. My skin rippled as if it was trying to crawl off my body, pulses of searing, blissful pain spreading from my nipples to engulf me. I kept my eyes open, blindly obeying Stef's voice whispering in my head. I saw Rufus straddle my chest, furiously pumping his dick with one hand. Stef rose behind him, long arms pulling Rufus against his chest, brushing the shaggy dark hair away from his neck. "Stef, yes," Rufus panted. "Bite me, come on." Stef smiled at me over Rufus's shoulder, dark eyes thick with need. He bent, brushed his lips over the base of Rufus's neck. I could feel the anticipation build in his body. He plunged his cock into Rufus's arse a split second before sinking his fangs into the man's throat. Rufus wailed, his body going tight with pleasure. I could almost taste his blood, thick and hot and spicy. I could feel his rapture. He came with a quick jerk of his hips, his come splashing onto my face, into my open eyes and hungry mouth. I felt Stef's orgasm in my mind, nearly bringing my own. "Oh, shit." Rufus collapsed into Stef's arms. They fell onto the mattress together and lay beside me, kissing and caressing each other. I whimpered, trying desperately to communicate my need. I needed to come badly. And I needed blood. More for pleasure's sake than anything else, since I'd drank from Stef earlier, but I needed it. My body burned with the craving for it, for the taste of fresh blood on my tongue and the joy of release. Jonny leaned over me, eyes bright with desire. "Would you like to come now, darling?" I swallowed and managed to force the words out. "Oh. Yes. Yessir. Please." He smiled at me. "Thommy wants your cock in him. Would you like to come inside him?" Oh. Mommy. "Yes," I gasped. Jonny kissed me, tongue flicking around my fangs. Someone knelt astride my hips, hands smoothing over my belly. I felt the feathery touch in my mind and knew it was Thom. A strong hand wrapped around my shaft, the tip of my dick nudged a tight hole, and I thought I'd come right then. It took all my strength to hang on. "Ohgodpleasehurry..." Jonny pulled back enough that I could see Thom sinking down, forcing my cock deep inside him. A violent shudder ran through me at the sight. Thom, my maker, porcelain skin flushing pink, cornflower blue eyes going hot and hazy, that plump lower lip captured between his teeth as I penetrated him. It was the first time I'd ever been inside him, and it was pure heaven. "Fuck," he hissed, blue eyes boring into mine. "So fucking good, Bri." He began to move, sliding and rolling his hips, and the sensation nearly undid me. I thrashed on the bed, trying to buck my hips against him, but they'd tied my ankles again and I could barely move. I heard a high, desperate keening sound, and realized it was me. God, I was so fucking close, but I needed more. More cock, more feeling, more blood. I reached for Stef in my mind and felt him respond. Stef pushed up on one elbow, pulled Jonny down to him, and whispered something in his ear. Jonny's eyelids fluttered, his breath running out in a ragged sigh. "Oh. Oh, yes." Jonny positioned himself over my face, leaned forward, and swallowed Thom's cock in one swift movement. I strained upward and licked delicately at his balls, begging without words. Stef reached out with one long arm and guided Jonny's dick into my mouth. You can do it, his voice whispered in my head. He wants you to. Oh. Oh, yes. I know I haven't always been the best sort of person. I've been drunk on stage, I've taken every drug there is, I've slept with so many men and women that I've lost count. I'm loud and opinionated and can be bloody irritating when I put my mind to it. And yet, I have this. I have the best mates a man could want, a partner who I love with all my soul, who loves me equally, in spite of my promiscuity and twisted ways. I don't know what I've ever done to deserve having all I ever wanted, but I am endlessly grateful for it. Not that I was thinking quite that clearly at the time. All I knew right then, was that no one could possibly be happier than I was. Bound and naked, electricity throbbing through my clamped nipples and making every nerve jump, with my cock up Thom's arse and Jonny fucking my mouth, I felt like the luckiest man on earth. "Uh," Thom grunted. "God, yes. Now, Bri, right now!" Yes. Now. Jonny thrust himself all the way down my throat. I sank my fangs into the base of his cock and drank, swallowing his smooth, sweet blood. I could feel his thighs shaking as he came, the salty-sharp taste of semen blending with the blood. God, it was good. Thom's body tightened around my cock as he came too, and that was it. I soared over the edge into pure white bliss, my come pumping deep into Thom's arse. We lay there for a while in a dazed and melted heap, silently recovering. Jonny's softening dick was still in my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, giggling at the way he jumped every time my tongue swiped over the bite mark I'd left. Finally, he pulled out and rolled off of me, right onto Rufus and Stef, who were still making out next to me. "Bloody hell," Thom said, plopping himself down full length on top of me. "That was fun." I gave him my dirtiest smile. "More than fun, sweetness. The four of you fucked me right into next week." He grinned. "You love it. Pervert." Can't argue with the truth. "Yes, I do. Kiss me." He laughed and obliged. His kiss was slow and soft and lazy. I love those kisses, warm and unhurried as a summer afternoon. When he broke the kiss and climbed off of me, I mourned the loss. But not too much. There would be other times, after all. I hadn't even noticed when they turned off the TENS unit. But I sure as fuck noticed when Rufus removed the nipple clamps. Waves of pain thumped through me as the blood rushed into the abused bits of flesh. I moaned, my cock twitching and trying to rise. Rufus stared wide-eyed at my swelling dick. "Good lord, Brian, don't you ever get enough?" "No," Stef answered as he unbuckled my restraints. "His libido got stuck at age seventeen or such. Becoming a vampire just made it worse, too." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Fine, see if I let you fuck me later." Thom snorted with laughter. "Right, mate, like you'd ever turn down the chance for a cock up your arse. Especially Stef's, he's bloody huge." I wanted to argue, simply to be contrary. But he was right, and everyone knew it. Oh well, there are certainly worse things than being slutty. Wrists and ankles now freed, I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wide. The hungry way they all looked at me had me completely hard again in seconds. I grinned. "All right," I said, "who wants another go?" "Rufus does," Jonny said, laughing. Rufus untangled himself from Jonny and Stef and crawled between my legs. "Rufus does indeed," he purred, smiling wickedly at me. "Gonna let Rufus have that sweet ass, little boy?" I grinned at him. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, daddy." Those lovely eyes went dark with lust. He shoved my thighs up and apart and thrust his prick balls deep inside me. My hole was still slick with lube and slightly stretched from ealier, but I was tight enough that it still hurt a bit. Needless to say, I loved it. This time was slower, sweeter. Rufus lay clutched between my thighs, fucking me nice and slow while we kissed. I let my fingers slide through his silky hair, down his back, over the curve of his arse. I loved the way his skin felt against mine, smooth and slick with sweat, how his movements caused a sweet friction against my cock trapped between our bodies. I could feel Stef's pleasure in my mind as he lay between Thom and Jonny, Thom's hand around his cock and Jonny's dick up his arse. His excitement fed my own. I love sharing these joys with him, mind to mind and heart to heart. When I came that time, it wasn't the explosive release of the previous orgasm. This one was soft as a spring breeze, gentle and beautiful. Rufus moaned into my mouth as he released inside me. He held me, kissing me and stroking my face as we came down together. God, it was lovely. I didn't want to ever move again. I felt light and heavy at the same time, utterly and completely sated. For the time being, anyway. But the city still called to me. "Let's go out," Rufus mumbled against my neck, echoing my own thoughts. "Can't move," Jonny said from somewhere on the floor. "Mm," Rufus agreed. He pushed off of me with a grunt and sat blinking at the pile of naked vampires on the floor. "But if we stay here, we'll just keep fucking 'til we die. I'm not ready to die, I'll go to hell for sure." Thom giggled. "Brian, you've corrupted the poor boy." "Yes, I'm sure," I said dryly. "He was such an innocent before tonight." Rufus stood and stretched. "Well, innocent me knows all the best clubs in New York. Who wants to go get hammered and dance suggestively to dirty music?" "Me!" I managed to get to my feet and stood there swaying like a tree in a stiff breeze. I nudged Stef with my toe. "Baby wants to party, darlings, let's go." We all crowded into the big shower, giggling and groping while we washed each other. It turned me on, to no one's surprise. Rufus, bless his manwhore heart, obliged my raging sex drive yet again by sucking me off while Stef washed my hair. I could feel Steffy's amusement in my mind, but I ignored it. I suppose I could be embarrassed by my relentless horniness, but what would be the point? I can't help it, might as well have fun with it. When we were all clean and dressed and ready to go, Rufus pulled me into his arms and kissed me, bending me backward with the force of it. My heart fluttered. I felt like a girl swept off her feet by a handsome prince. "What was that for?" I asked, smiling, as he set me on my feet again. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you." He laughed, his arms still around my waist. "Do you know, you always frightened me a little, you seemed so..." He pursed his lips, brow furrowing. "So wild. But I loved playing with you tonight. It was a blast." A warm bubble of happiness swelled inside me. I smiled at him. "Thank you, darling. You are, if I may say so, a magnificent lay. And one hell of a top." "You certainly may say so, pretty." He bent and kissed me again. "You know," he whispered against my lips, "it's a good thing you don't live here. I could fall pretty hard for you." He smiled as he pulled away and slung one arm over Thom's shoulder and the other over Jonny's. His eyes teased, but something told me that there was a kernel of truth to what he'd said, even if he didn't realize it. It made me feel very strange. I've been in love several times with people who didn't return my feelings, but I've never once been on the receiving end of a love I couldn't reciprocate. Not to my knowledge, anyway. I caught Stef's eye as we left the dressing room, and silently asked what he thought. He answered in kind, and I felt better. He'd drunk Rufus's blood, felt what he felt. Rufus liked me, he enjoyed being with me, but there was nothing stronger there. I pushed the tiny part of me that felt disappointed to the back of my mind and followed my mates out into the teeming city night.