1 comments/ 23099 views/ 7 favorites Crux Pt. 01 By: VaughnShepherd Crux Pt. 01 He slowly dipped two fingers into her, amazed at the searing heat against his fingers. She moaned, her voice growing stronger with passion. He stopped the tender sucking at her nipple, and crawled slowly backwards to watch his fingers. He pulled them out and pushed them back in, tortuously slow. She lay there helpless and unable to strain against him. "Faster," She rasped, finally able to make her voice sound. He looked up at her sharply, surprised. Soon, though, he started to pump his fingers in and out of her heat, and she could feel the orgasm quickly rising. With a hoarse cry she came all over his hand, a wave of wetness that covered his fingers with her silky fluid. Even the smell of her sex was like apples, but spicier, almost like cinnamon. After he felt her inner core stop convulsing, he pulled his fingers out slowly. He looked at his hand, seeing her glistening all over his skin. Almost reverently, he brought his fingers up to his lips; he could smell her, and now he wanted to taste her. Though she smelled like spiced apples, her flavor was akin to lemons, a clean, tangy taste. He sucked on his fingertips for a few more moments, looking at her face with licentious eyes, contemplating. She felt utterly exposed, his eyes roaming all over her skin. Her legs were wide open, he could see everything. She wanted to move, to cover herself, but every thought flew out of her head as his tongue rasped over her clit. He lapped and sucked at her swollen, rosy sex. Her flavor was ten times as potent from the source, and the growl rose from the back of his throat yet again. The rumbling against the most sensitive part of her only drove her back up to the crest of orgasm. She trembled underneath him, and as his tongue flicked and stroked, she rode the waves of pleasure that tensed and coiled beneath her skin. When the orgasm lashed out, her eyes went blind and her breath left her. She gasped in a breath as the pleasure faded into a low, hollow throbbing. Her body begged for him to fill the void. His cock was straining against the material of his pants. The gnawing of his lust in his gut was almost too much to stand. A haze of red had edged his vision, and he had unzipped his pants and pulled them off before he even realized he needed to fuck her. Fort poised himself to penetrate her, propping himself up so his body was parallel to hers. He leaned down to kiss her, and she could taste her tang on his lips. He rested his cock against her wetness, and she shifted her hips as much as she could to rub against him. He nearly lost it, feeling the orgasm swell up just from feeling her slickness rub against his throbbing member. He took a moment, kissing her gently, tenderly. After a moment, he smoothly thrust himself into her. She gasped against his lips, and he paused for a moment, his solid dick filling her entire sheath. Then he was gone, thoughts left his head, and his body was a machine simply working toward rapture. As he pumped into her, he washed away the dirtiness that the monster had flung upon her soul. This wasn't rape, it wasn't violation; this was an act of pure pleasure on both of their parts. He rode her and as she tightened against him and her breath shortened, he could feel his own climax approaching. He pulled out of her just short of them coming against each other, thrusting his fingers inside her and pumping her to her third peak. As she trembled against his hand again, he stroked himself, imagining himself inside of her. A gasp ripped out of his lungs as he pumped his cum onto the carpet. He crawled weakly up to curl up next to her, gently placing her head in the crook of his arm. She studied his face with a heavy-lidded curiosity, and soon her eyes fluttered closed. He reached up to brush her hair out of her face, watching her beautiful breasts rise and fall as her breathing slowed and went steady. The master vampire watched their exchange on a large screen in his room. The feed was black and white and slightly grainy, but there was no mistake as to what was going on. His jaw clenched tighter and his eyes flashed as he watched them curl up together on the floor. "That damned dog." He hissed, and stalked out of the room. Fortinbras woke up to sharp nails digging into his shoulder, yanking him onto his feet. He was too dazed from sleep and the pain digging into his skin to react. He was flung out into the hall, and skittered, falling to his knees. The master's eyes glowed red as he glared down at Fort. The young man became painfully aware of his nakedness just then, a blush rising to his cheeks and coloring them pink. But he didn't dare move to cover himself; he knew how the master reacted when he displayed any form of humiliation. The master leaned forward and seized a handful of Fort's hair, pulling him up onto his feet again. He wanted to cry out against the pain, but instead steeled himself and made his expression go blank. The master hated it when Fort did that, and his eyes narrowed. The master wanted him to cry out, to flinch, to do anything, but he didn't. He was about the strike Fort across the face, to make him so something, but then he saw the sheen of pain shining in his eyes. The master's slow smiled frightened Fort more than anything. His green eyes widened with fear, and the master leaned in to inhale the scent of his skin about his neck. "Ahhh, there it is." The vampire almost purred. Fort tried to steel himself again, to remove all traces of fear or pain from his physiology, but the master leaned forward and ran his teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck. Fort shivered, one half of him trembling because of fear. The other half of him responded by sending waves of lust to his gut. His dick twitched and the muscles of his stomach tightened as the master ran his fingers down toward the most sensitive part of him. Then, everything went black as he felt an amazingly painful blow to his head. Crux Pt. 02 The girl woke with the distinct feeling that something was wrong. Not seriously wrong, but awkward somehow. Through the haze of sleep she realized that she was splayed out on her back. She never slept on her back. Her pose of choice during slumber was curled on her side, her arm tightly wrapped around a pillow. And yet, she had woken on her back, and all of her limbs were stretched out, forming an 'X'. She tried to open her eyes, and felt resistance. The last tendrils of sleep dissipated quickly as alarm coursed through her system. She realized that something very smooth and cool was wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. Struggling to sit up, she felt the same material bound around her wrists and ankles, allowing her very little mobility. She tried not to panic, jerking her limbs to loosen the bonds, but to no avail. The material was strong enough to hold, and bit slightly into her skin. Again, she felt absolutely helpless, and naked. There was a thin blanket covering her body, but she knew that she wore nothing underneath. "Ahhhh," She heard the half-sigh to her left. "You're awake." The voice was soft, but there was only one voice she knew that sounded like dark melted chocolate. It was him. The one who had bitten her. The sound of his voice sent a shiver of fear and, surprisingly, anticipation, across her skin. "Wha… what are you doing…?" Her voice was hoarse and the words felt like glass scraping the inside of her throat. The vampire sat in a large leather chair at the side of the bed that the girl lay upon. He wore only a black silk robe, and despite his casual pose, his eyes were glinting red with a predatory energy. He stood slowly, silently, approaching the bed. "I'm proving a point." He crooned. His gaze slid over her hungrily, and then flicked over to the figure sitting on the other side of the bed. Fort sat glaring at the vampire, his eyes radiant with anger. He had been arranged in a chair, his hands were bound tightly behind him, and duct tape had been smoothed over his mouth. The vampire chuckled softly, watching Fortinbras carefully as he reached down to pull the silk cover off of the girl's naked form. The girl was trembling, having heard the vampire's calculated chuckle. "Honey, you never did tell me your name..." The vampire admonished quietly. The sheet started to slide slowly off of her form and she jerked against the restraints, but it was more of an automatic reaction than any real attempt to free herself. "L-Lia." She whispered. Air rushed against her bared skin, and her nipples puckered against the cold and the magnified feeling of being naked and unable to cover herself. She moaned softly, powerless as sensations crawled across her flesh. Though the master was slowly uncovering Lia, he was watching Fort, enjoying his reaction. Fort was seething, straining against his restraints. The rough rope scraped his wrists as he twisted and yanked. In all his years of service to the master, he had never had to witness any of the vampire's cruelties. The master soon turned his attention to the girl, pulling the sheet away and revealing all of her. Her skin was smooth and pale, and he couldn't resist touching her. He trailed his finger up the inside of one calf, and the texture of her skin was like rose petals. He gracefully climbed atop the bed, kneeling next to her. Lia felt the shift of weight near her hip and knew that the vampire had crawled up onto the bed. A sensation of vulnerability crawled up and down her skin, heightening her sense. She could feel every brush of air, every scouring glance over her skin, and she was very aware of the master's presence next to her. She felt the mattress shift again, this time indicating that he had placed himself between her legs. She flushed, realizing that with her legs spread he would have a front row seat to view the most private part of her. The vampire simply sat and looked upon her for a moment, watching her flush and knowing what had crossed through her mind. He grinned, his unusually sharp canines glinting in the candle light, and with a wicked glance toward the bound Fortinbras, he lowered himself, teasing her with feather light kisses to the inside of her thigh. Her skin jumped under his touch, and the girl let out a soft, helpless cry. The small sound fueled his enthusiasm, and he led the journey of his lips up to the heated flesh between her legs. She shifted, trying to keep his mouth away from the already moist entrance. She was again torn between sheer, primal instincts. One told her to give in and enjoy these tortuous pleasures, the other screaming at her to flee, that it was wrong and that this man, this thing, had kidnapped her. The master grabbed her legs, holding her captive as his mouth explored. His tongue was teasing, feather light. The girl lost all rational thought when he began an expert assault on her clitoris, moving his tongue in a way that made her feel like she was boiling inside. The master moaned against her pussy as he could smell the scent of her arousal and the blood rushing to the sensitive part of her anatomy. Fort sat captive, his muscles straining to escape his bonds. His hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists. His eyes were narrowed and almost glowing white with his anger. At first he hadn't been sure what was making him react in such a way, until he realized that he that it was a simple matter of territory. He had held her, had kissed her, had made love to her. His sense of loyalty and defensiveness flared, knowing of the vampire's past 'toys' and what inevitably became of them. And though he refused to admit it to himself, there was a small ping of jealousy. He had once been the master's favorite toy, and he had reveled in it before being cast aside so many years ago. He could not look away as the girl responded to the master's caress. His sudden rage drained slowly away with the realization that he was helpless, and that he was going to have to watch them together. In the fading light of his anger, he felt the ache of lust pulling at his gut, and felt the hard length of his cock straining against his pants. All three of them could feel the rising tension as the girl approached orgasm. Just as she approached the crest, low moans escaping out of her lips, the vampire abruptly stopped, his crystal eyes glancing up at the girl. Her lips were damp and parted, her breath quick and heavy. Her breasts rose and fell as her lungs sucked in air. Her skin was dewy with sweat. "Tell me that you belong to me." The vampire crooned, his voice soft and smooth as ever. The girl's lips trembled, but she choked on the words, unable to give him that kind of power. The master moved upwards, pausing for a moment to tease her nipple with a little kiss. When she moaned, he continued, running the wet tip of his tongue across the stiff protrusion. She wanted to writhe, but the best she could do was a small jerk against her restraints. "Say it," He insisted with a whisper, his hot breath against the sensitive flesh of her breast. She made a low sound in the back of her throat, but did not say the words. His hand slid down to tease her clit with his finger tips, keeping her at the edge of orgasm but not allowing her the release. His tongue and lips heightened the sensations by teasing her nipple, sending uncontrollable shivers through her body. After another moment of that torture, his lifted his head to look upon her face once again. She was all but panting, and moisture had escaped from under the strip of silk tied around her head, tears of desperation. Fort watched helplessly, feeling ever closer to tears himself. He tried to ignore the aching pangs that shuddered through him, focusing on his failing rage. He moaned against the tape holding his lips closed, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his brow creased in the agony of a man fighting against himself. "Say it," There was a dangerous edge to the master's tone, and he took a harder nip at her breast, though not hard enough to break skin. "I—" she rasped, " I belong… to you." Her breath left her in a rush. Fort let his chin fall to his chest, and his straining muscles gave in, his whole body going limp save the throbbing stiffness in his pants. The vampire thrust into her, and Lia came immediately and violently, waves of pleasure shuddering through her body, every muscle tensing with the sensation of it. He continued to fuck her with quick, deep thrusts, little aftershocks of her orgasm making her gasp and tense around him. Soon the vampires breathing became quick and shallow, and he came soundlessly with one final deep thrust. Fort listened, knowing what was happening at every moment, unable to keep watching. Even when everything grew silent and still, he kept his eyes closed, trying to will the erection away. He felt the vampire's presence surprisingly near to him, and his head snapped up, his eyes glowing white hot with anger and resentfulness. The master was once again clad in his silk robe, and as he leaned down to put himself eye to eye with Fort, his lips were curved into a carefully wan smile. Fort pulled his head back as far as he could, but the vampire leaned forward, regaining his hair width proximity to him. "Smell her on me…" The vampire whispered, closed his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose. "Hear and see… She is mine." He hissed the last word, his bitter possessiveness shining through his casual façade. His eyes snapped open and Fort glared uselessly as the vampire leaned forward to brush a kiss on Fort's cheek, a soft graze that lead his mouth to Fort's ear. "Don't ever touch her again." "Now," The vampire straightened, his tone one of business as he walked over to one of the heavy curtains that spanned the far wall. Their use became apparent as he flung open one curtain; they covered sliding doors that lead to an expansive patio, and assumedly blocked the sun during the day. Silvery light spilled into the room, and Fort's eyes widened in fear. Shit. The change came swiftly and painfully, breaking the ropes that held him captive as his body swelled, muscles lengthening and growing, hair sprouting out all over his body. A threatening growl grew in his throat as his jaw and nose elongated, and he clawed away the duct tape like it was a stray piece of paper. He fell to all fours, the growl escaping and growing to a howl of pain that he released in a long unnatural sound. Lia froze at the sound, every synapse in her body screaming out the danger so near to her. The howl died away into a snuffling yelp, and then all sound ceased. She wanted to whimper, but swallowed the sound back. The animal that had once been Fort sniffed the air, picking up the pungent smell of fear just upon the bed. His long pink tongue lolled out, and he started toward the bed before hearing the sharp command of his master. He swung his head toward the sound, then trotted across the room, picking up the scent of blood outside. His trot turned into a dash and he streaked out the door, following the scent of his next meal. The vampire slid the door shut as Fort exited, striding quickly across the room to free the girl, untying the silk strips first, making sure he had a good grip on one wrist before removing the blindfold with the other. She blinked and squinted, glancing up at him and then quickly averting her eyes, casting them down at the floor. He led her across the room, setting her just in front of the door. He stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. When she tried to twist her head back to question him, he simply nudged her back to face forward. She searched the overgrown plants of the patio until she finally saw what he was silently directing her to watch. Her face paled, watching the giant black dog tear at a red-streaked mass of white. She didn't know what kind of poor dead animal the dog was feasting upon, and felt her stomach squeeze into a little knot at the thought that this might be the creature that had howled just next to her. She could have been its next meal. "That is what you fucked last night." The vampire whispered just by her ear and she jumped. "Granted, he was not in his wolf form. Nonetheless, he is a killer, an animal. Do not touch him again." The master stroked her skin as he said it, the touch of his fingers as subtly possessive as his words. He led a soft trail across her cheek, "Sleep…" He breathed into her ear, and she went limp in his arms. Crux Pt. 03 Fort groaned and raised a hand to his face, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. His head felt several sizes too big, and even opening eyes to only slits caused a sharp wave of pain to explode inside his skull. He felt rough material on his skin, and realized that he was naked once again. The weave of the carpet felt particularly coarse against his irritated skin. He rolled onto his back, moaning at the unpleasant sensations the movement caused. Splaying fingers across his stomach, his flesh felt heated, feverish, as it always did the morning after his transformations. He winced against the light and shut his eyes, and just laid spread on the floor for a moment. He breathed steadily, fighting back waves of nausea. Slowly, he sat up, again rubbing at his face and groaning in the back of his throat. He let his eyes adjust to the light by opening them gradually, but they soon opened wide in surprise as he focused on the sight across the room. Lia was curled in the corner, staring at him. She was hugging her knees to her chest, and her hair was tangled and falling around her face in disarray. The t-shirt and shorts had been returned to her, but the look in her eyes revealed that she still felt naked. A little helpless sound escaped her lips when she noticed that he was looking at her, but she did not look away. He sent a withering glance her way and stood, grabbing the new pair of pants that lay arranged carefully on his bed, slipping them on. The soft, cool cotton felt fantastic against his angry skin. Fort received a new set of clothes every month, always situated neatly on his bed. At first he hadn't needed them; he had roamed the castle, nude, available for the vampire at any moment. But as the master had grown tired of him, he had started clothing himself, and with that came to occasional ruined article, torn and pulled apart at the seams by sharp claws and his transformation. He slowly stretched his aching muscles, ignoring the girl. After a moment he felt infinitesimally better, and he stretched out on his bed, letting the soft material embrace him. He started to drift into unconsciousness once again, letting the cool air on his skin lull him to sleep, when he heard the whispered words emerge from the corner of the room. "I saw you… the wolf… ripping up that poor little animal... Then they dumped us back in that room… and you… changed." Lia hissed the last word in a stage whisper. Fort glanced wearily at her, his entire manner indicating his exhaustion. "I am a werewolf." His first words to her were startling, and voice was not as she had expected it to be. He spoke with a charming lilt, despite the tired, resigned tone of the words. "Of course I changed. I cannot control what I do when I am the wolf, and I'm sorry if I caused you any discomfort." He didn't really sound apologetic at all, and let his face fall into the pillow once again, obviously uninterested in the girl's response at this time. He was soon asleep, and the girl allowed herself to leave the safety of the corner, slowly approaching the door on the other side of the room, keeping a close eye on the slumbering figure across from her. Lia turned to open the door, and found herself staring into a pristine, white bathroom. After a quick, desperate search she found no way to escape, and nothing she could wield as a weapon. There was only a sink, a toilet and a shower. No cabinets, no mirrors, not even washcloths or hand towels. There was one bar of soap, but it was a small, hotel-sized bar, nothing that would cause damage if thrown. She bit lightly at her bottom lip, considering the shower. She felt unclean, inside and out, and she desperately wanted to climb in and scrub herself. She made one more cursory search, and though she didn't find anything different, nothing to dry herself with after, she quickly stripped and hopped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. Lia was afraid that the shower was inoperative, but was delighted when water actually came shooting out of the nozzle. She turned the knobs to make the water unnecessarily hot and stood under the stream of steamy water for what seemed to be a lifetime. The force of the water on her sore muscles was a miracle, and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. She picked up the bar of soap, and began a slow, complete cleansing of her body. Starting with her shoulders, she rubbed the soap in a leisurely, circular motion, massaging the tension out of her muscles. Continuing slowly down her body, she could feel the anxiety melt out of her with every caress of the soap against her skin. The vampire watched the monitor in his security center, riveted to the screen as the girl showered herself. He started feeling the familiar ache shooting to his gut as he watched her caress her breasts until they were soapy. The water ran down her body, dripping off of the sensitive points that were her nipples. He noticed that the color of her areolas was a slightly deeper color when her skin was wet, a shade darker than the deep blush they had been before. He found that his hand had made his way to the now stiff length at his crotch, and he was slowly stroking up and down through the satin sheen of his pants. It was a tortuous sensation, but he made himself keep the slow tempo, enjoying the waves of slow, tightening pleasure it sent through his body. Lia continued the slow exploration of her body, unaware that she was being watched. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted slightly. The vampire wish to kiss that wet mouth, feeling her struggle underneath his. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he stopped the slow stroking, standing awkwardly. He rushed out of the room, his steps slightly graceless, his mouth pressed into a line. The girl finished her shower, washing her hair with the soap after a fleeting moment of consideration. She was feeling much better despite the bizarre situation she had found herself in. Shaking her head, ridding it of unhappy thoughts, she tried to cling to the peace the shower had brought to her. After twisting the knobs to turn off the water, she turned, pulling open the shower curtain and letting out a squeak that echoed in the steamy bathroom. Throwing her arms around herself, trying to hide her naked form, she stared, wide-eyed at the master, who was standing there, smiling gently at her. He held a towel, and spread it wide, stepping forward to wrap it around the girl's damp body. His eyes met hers, and he didn't break the contact as he lifted her up as if she weighted no more than a feather and set her down on the cool tile of the bathroom. He began to lovingly dry her with the towel, rubbing the soft, absorbent material first through her hair, and then over her heated skin. His touch was especially soft as he brushed the towel over her nipples, and a little, soft moan escaped her lips at the jolt of awareness it sent through her body. Breaking the eye contact at last, he dropped to one knee, continuing the slow journey down her body. She grew uncomfortable at the thought of the proximity of his eyes to the mound between her legs, and moved to cover herself with one hand. The vampire snatched her wrist away, growling a warning from his lower position, squeezing just enough to make her bones creak. He rubbed the moisture off of her legs, and then rose just enough to dry the sensitive flesh between. She tried to keep her muscles relaxed, to not show any level of resistance, but her body rebelled, and her lips trembled. The vampire was through, and he let the towel fall to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She found herself pressed stiffly against him as he lowered his mouth to hers. The shiver in her lips was soon massaged away by soft sweeps of the master's tongue. The sensation of her naked skin against the material of his clothes was strangely erotic, and made her particularly aware of her nakedness. All the heat and pounding of the shower on her skin had brought the smell of her to the surface, and it was like wine to the vampire. He was intoxicated by her very presence, and he inhaled her scent like it nourished him. Before he knew it, his fangs had extended, and he bit down on her bottom lip. She gasped against him, and tried to pull back, finding herself still in the steel cables that were his arms. He dipped his head again, suckling at her lip, licking away the little beads of blood that rose. The angry need to retaliate rose in her, and she did what came natural; she bit him back. Her teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and he tried to jerk back, but her teeth stayed clamped, causing the delicate flesh on the inside of his lip to tear. Blood spilled into her mouth, and she sputtered, releasing the grip of her teeth. The vampire looked in astonishment at the spatter of blood on her chin, and took a step back. Her eyes went blind went pain, and she fell to the ground, doubled over, one hand clutched to her stomach. Fort woke feeling uneasy. A sort of low keening sound that put his nerves on alert was reverberating through the room. He shoved his hair out of his face and stood, trying to locate the origin of the sound. As he stepped toward the bathroom, the sound stopped, and a low sob echoed out of the slightly ajar bathroom door. He pushed open the door, and immediately fell to the girl's side. She was curled in a tight ball on the floor just inside the bathroom. She had begun to make the eerie sound again, and her skin was incredibly flushed, and she was covered in sweat. Her muscles were taut with pain, and Fort had no idea what to do. He could hear her bones cracking, stretching, readjusting. It was a sound he was familiar with; it was the sound he heard as he turned into the wolf. He watched her wide-eyed, wondering momentarily if she was a lycan as well. She sobbed again, and he saw a flash of sharp fangs, reminiscent of his own. But she did not grow larger, nor did she sprout hair or become a wolf. As the sound of her moaning died down, so did she seem to calm, to become more peaceful. Her skin cooled, and the moment Fort could hear that her bones had stopped cracking, her eyes popped open. It took her a moment to focus her eyes. Everything seemed to look different, but somehow the same. She looked over and saw Fort hovering over her, a mask of concern on his face. Trying to sit up, her limbs protested, trembling. She felt incredibly weak. Fort saw her struggling and helped her to sit up, grabbing the towel off of the floor and covering her so she wouldn't be embarrassed. As he leaned over to tuck the ends of the towel into each other, she tilted her head toward the curve of his neck. The tip of her nose brushed the delicate skin at his neck, and she inhaled deeply, "You smell so good," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. There was an odd intonation to her voice, a resonance that hadn't been there before. In a split second, Fort realized his mistake, and as she sunk her brand new fangs into his neck, he just hoped through a red haze of pain that she would stop drinking before she killed him. Crux Pt. 04 Lia stopped suddenly just as Fort slipped into unconsciousness. Looking down upon his slack face, Lia gasped, and released her grip on him. He slumped to the ground, a few drops of blood escaping the wound on his neck before healing an instant later. The girl simply gaped at his lifeless form for a moment, horror dawning upon her as she realized she may have killed him. She carefully straightened his limp form on the floor, and pressed a hand on his chest, over his heart. Relief, intense and warm, filled her body as she felt a faint but steady thumping. His chest rose slightly with a shallow breath underneath her touch, and she let her own breath out in a rush. Looking toward the ajar door, Lia wondered how she was going to move him out of the bathroom. She could see the corner of one of the beds, and it seemed grotesque to leave him lying on the bathroom floor. Bracing herself, she scooped him into her arms, planning to drag him as best as she could. As she straightened, however, she found that he seemed to weigh very little, and she was able to maneuver him to the bed with very little effort. Arranging him on the bed and sliding in next to him, she let her eyes wander over his face. He was even more pale than usual, and his lips were completely void of color. She could feel his blood rushing through her veins as images rushed through her head. It slowly dawned upon her that the images were what Fort was dreaming. She closed her eyes, allowing the images to overtake her, and was soon fast asleep next to Fort, both dreaming of the same memory. "Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, holding a weak supposal of our worth…" He was sitting at the bar, downing the last of too many shots of whiskey and sucking smoke out of a cigarette, trying to hide the fact that it was making his eyes water and his lung ache. "Fuck theatre," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "Fuck Shakespeare, and especially fuck licentious girlfriends who hump Hamlet behind your back." He wasn't talking to anyone particular, which was probably a good thing considering the incomprehensible mutterings that were escaping his lips. Sliding gracelessly off of the stool on which he was drunkenly perched, he stumbled, causing the man next to him to spill his entire beer down Fort's clean white shirt. He simply stood there, glazed eyes looking upon the giant wet spot now soaking through his once crisp shirt. The man, still clutching his empty beer glass, looked appalled, and yelled something that Fort couldn't hear over the dull roar of bar noise. Fort indicated that he couldn't hear, and the man jerked his head pointedly toward the bathroom. He numbly followed the man, his mind hazed by the alcohol. All of his senses were dulled, and he did not hear as the lock clicked shut after he had entered, even as the sound echoing through the empty bathroom. He stumbled over to a sink, working at the buttons on his shirt. His fuzzy mind had already forgotten about the man, but Fort's eyes caught his reflection in the mirror, revealing the grey-eyed stranger hovering just behind him. The young drunk man spun clumsily around the face the stranger. The man simply stepped forward, reaching toward his half-open shirt. Fort took a quick step back, but was stopped short by the edge of the sink against the small of his back. The man stopped his forward momentum, looking at Fort. Their proximity was closer than Fort usually found comfortable with a man, and yet, he felt drawn to close the short distance, despite his current position of retreat. The man seemed to sense this acquiescence, and leaned forward, his eyes flicking from Fort's eyes to his lips. The young man was frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. Their lips met, and Fort swallowed a moan. The texture of a man lips against his was an alien sensation, and strangely exciting. Fort tentatively shifted the angle of his mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands were still propped against the sink to support his drunken body, but soon his fingers were itching to explore. He brought a tentative hand up to the man's chest, lighting brushing the soft material of his shirt. The man moved closer and murmured his approval against Fort's mouth. Through the fog of alcohol Fort felt the sharp stab of arousal. An erection was already stirring in his slacks, a miracle considering the sheer volume of whiskey he had imbibed. Fort blushed and broke the contact between their lips, lowering his eyes. The man lightly pressed his fingers under Fort's jaw, tilting his face back up. "What's your name?" Fort blurted. The man smiled a slow careful smile. "Ambrose. And yours?" His voice was smooth and dark, like a forbidden taste of some dark ripe fruit. Fort was struck with the necessity to lie, to hide his real name from this man that he was strangely attracted to. "Fortinbras." It escaped his lips before he had a moment to think. The name brought a dark cloud over him, as an image of her face flashed in his head, and it seemed to sober him a bit. He looked in the man's eyes once again, and kissed him, his mouth seeking to wipe the pain of rejection away. Ambrose was pleasantly surprised, and made quick work of Fort's shirt, pulling it off before the young man was even aware he had been unbuttoning the buttons. Fort's skin was sticky from beer, but the man let his hands explore, running his fingers over the hard planes of muscle. Fort moaned against him, Ambrose's fingers sending little shivers of pleasure through his body. He still felt moderately intoxicated, but he seemed hyperaware of everything, and the twitch of arousal had become a full blown erection. The hands on his damp chest trailed downwards, and he gasped and broke off the kiss as the man stroked his hand down the bulge in his pants. Ambrose retained eye contact with Fort as he lowered himself, slowly unzipping the fly of the young man's pants. Fort watched as Ambrose freed his aching length from its bondage. Fort gasped as the man took it into his mouth, his eyes closing as he arched against the amazingly erotic and foreign sensation of a man's mouth on his cock. The man continued to slowly run his tongue along Fort's length, sucking teasingly at the head. Fort's lungs were heaving, straining for air as he felt completely breathless, the tension in his body building as he felt orgasm approach. A loud banging on the door surprised both of them, and the man stood, glancing at Fort. "Come with me," He murmured. Fort nodded, replacing his sticky shirt with more speed than should have been possible considering his condition. A slight blush rose to his cheeks as he returned his erection to inside his pants and zipped up the fly. Fort avoided meeting the glaring eyes of the man who had been pounding on the door. Instead, he kept his gaze trained upon the back of Ambrose's neck, the rest of the bar patrons passing as a blur with their speedy exit. The only sound once they escaped outside was the crunch underneath their feet as the made their way along the gravel of the parking lot, soon approaching a sleek black muscle car. "Yours?" Fortinbras asked, and Ambrose smiled, unlocking and opening the driver side door. Fort waited for Ambrose to unlock his door, and entered the vehicle, sinking into the slick leather seat. Before Ambrose could start the car, Fort slid closer to him and assaulted his mouth, the wickedness of it spurring him on. Ambrose smiled against Fort's mouth, reaching to tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of his head. Fort hadn't cut his hair for quite some time, and it had grown long and wild. Ambrose let his fingertips explore the thick, silky mass of black for a moment before curling his fingers into a fist around a handful of it. He yanked Fort's head back, exposing the lean, strong line of his neck. Fort moaned, his eyelids falling closed, enjoying this new mixed sensation of pain and submission. Ambrose leaned in to press kisses along Fort's throat, murmuring against his skin. "You are so responsive." He almost purred, clearly enjoying Fort's readiness to express his pleasure. Loosening his grip on Fort's hair, Ambrose straightened, turning the key in the ignition. The car let out a rumble as it roared to life, and Fort settled back in his seat. He felt drunk, hot, aroused and yet, content. He ran a fingertip along the swollen, wet line of his bottom lip and hid a smile. Fort settled back into the seat, closing his eyes. After a while, he realized that Ambrose must have opened a window, because he could feel a cool breeze on his face. He wandered in and out of consciousness, dark and sinful thoughts dancing through his head and making him ache even more. Ambrose glanced over at the beautifully mysterious young man slumped in the passenger seat. Little half-moaning, half-sighing sounds were escaping Fort's lips though Ambrose didn't think he was aware of it. He seemed so vulnerable, and Ambrose could tell that he had never been with a man before. A sinister smile curved his lips as he thought about introducing the young man to a whole new sort of sin. The thought was making him curse the length of the drive back to his house as his groin started to tighten and swell. As soon as they arrived, they were both jumping out of the car, almost dashing to the front door with their anticipation. Just inside the door Ambrose seized Fort's shoulders and shoved him up against the wall, assailing him with little nipping kisses. He ripped at Fort's shirt, yanking it off with a clatter of buttons on the hard wood floor of entry way. Fort moaned and pulled at Ambrose's shirt as well, fumbling with the buttons. Ambrose backed away out of Fort's reach, a teasing smile curving lips despite something more sinister lurking behind his eyes. "Follow me," he murmured, sliding into the shadows. Fort ambled after him like a puppy, willing to follow his every whim. As he entered the dark dining room, Ambrose slid a chair out from under the long table, placing it in front of Fort. "Sit." Ambrose insisted, and Fort complied without question. Ambrose raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing a bit colder, stepping behind Fort and running a hand through his hair, considering. Fort's eyes fluttered closed as the sensation of Ambrose's fingers massaging his scalp. Ambrose lowered himself to a crouch, reaching through the slats of the back of the chair to grab Fort's wrists, pulling them back, forcing Fort to reposition himself, straightening his back. Ambrose held Fort's wrist with one hand and reached in his back pocket to pull out a long strip of silk. He wrapped it tightly around Fort's wrists, tying the ends more forcefully than was necessary. The man stepped slowly back around the chair to face Fort, enjoying the sight of the shirtless young man bound to the chair. He kneeled down between Fort's legs, slowly stroking his hands up and down the young man's thighs. "What do you want me to do to you?" Ambrose murmured, moving his hands from Fort's thighs to run his nails up and down Fort's chest. He watched Fort's stomach muscles jump under his light touch. "I…" Fort murmured. "I want you to… do what you were doing earlier…" "Tell me." Ambrose whispered. "I want you to… suck my… cock." Fort let out a rush of breath. Ambrose reached down, pulling down the zipper of Fort's pants, tortuously slow. "Tell me again." Ambrose nuzzled the prominence in Fort's slacks. The young man shuddered, his lips parting with a moan. "Please." Fort breathed, unable to form any other word. The tension had built to an almost unbearable level, and all his blood was rushing to the swelling in between his legs. Most of the liquor had worn off by now, and he felt like his whole body was taut, throbbing with desire. With the fade of the drunkenness came an even more heightened awareness of physical sensation. It was deliciously agonizing. Ambrose's lips curved at the one whispered word. He could hear the desperation in it, and it was like music to his ears. He finished the job of removing Fort's pants and glanced approvingly towards the healthy erection that stood at full attention. Wrapping his lips around the tender flesh, he started softly, as before, licking and teasing. Fort's muscles tensed and he moaned, fingers flexing and releasing at the small of his back where they were held captive. Soon Ambrose picked up speed, fucking Fort with his mouth. "I'm… I'm gonna…" Fort didn't finish his gasping words as he came, the wicked sense of pleasure at shooting his sperm into another man's mouth heightening the orgasm. As soon as Ambrose felt Fort's waves of pleasure slowing, he tilted his head, sinking his teeth into Fort's inner thigh. He almost growled with bliss as he swallowed down a gush of blood with the milky liquid still pooling in his mouth. Ecstasy crested through Fort again, and he cried out. Ambrose stopped short, eyes wide with surprise. The young Fortinbras was panting, his lungs desperate for air. The wound on his thigh healed quickly, and Ambrose lifted his hand, wiping a drip of blood off of his chin and licking it off of his fingertips. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "Oh you're not just some silly mortal boy, are you?" He crooned as Fort started to regain his sense. "I'm just going to have to keep you." The young man's eyes widened in fear, realization dawning on him that someone had figured out his dirty secret, someone who wasn't altogether human himself. Crux Pt. 05 She awoke to find Fortinbras watching her through heavy eyelids. "You looked dead." He stated dispassionately, and closed his eyes. Lia's attention was immediately drawn to his lips, which were deathly pale. A wave of guilt assaulted her and she quietly sat up, turning to step off of the bed. She shuffled off to the bathroom, forgetting that she was naked, but was still too exhausted to care. She felt shaky and weak, her legs wobbling unsteadily under her. Even through the heavy weight of weariness, her vision was extraordinary, and she found herself able to see in the most dark corners and crevices of the room in perfect detail. The texture of the carpet and then the bathroom tile under her bare feet was equally amazing. Her nerves seemed to be reaching out and stroking breathtaking sensations up and down her feet. Still, she couldn't enjoy it through the haze of fatigue. Lia turned on the sink and splashed water over her cheeks, pausing a moment as water dripped off of her chin. She had a fleeting wish that there was a mirror above the sink, so she could study her face. Propping her hands on the edge of the sink, she leaned over, struck but a sudden, raw tightening in her stomach. She almost arched against the painfully erotic sensation pulsing through her. Her fangs extended, and she realized that she was still hungry. So very hungry. Ambrose paced outside of the door, pausing and curling an arm around his midsection with a grimace as he felt the pain of his childe. He strode over to the door, pulling out a key. Hesitating for only a moment, he reached out and unlocked the heavy door, quietly entering the room. Fort was in his bed, and with his slow breathing and slack face, seemed to be deep in sleep once again. The master flicked his eyes over to the bathroom, and stepped towards the darkened room. Lia could sense her sire behind her, but was still hunched with the ache of hunger. "You need to feed." He said quietly, pausing in the door frame. She straightened slowly to face him, a hand still splayed over her stomach. Approaching him slowly, she reached up and fisted a hand in his hair, clutching his shoulder with her other hand. She pressed her lips to his, a bruising kiss that shocked him to his toes. Much to his surprise and chagrin, he was instantly hard and aching for her. On a snarl, he wrapped his hand around her throat, and whipped her around to shove her against the wall. "You have quite a bit of nerve." He growled, squeezing his fingertips into her delicate flesh, pressing his body against her. He'd never had anyone stand up to him, but then again, he'd never screwed another vampire. Instead of simpering and crying as she had before, she met his eyes, her lips curving into a sly grin. "You know you want to fuck me." She rasped out, arching her hips against him and letting out a loan, breathless moan. The soft texture of his pants against her naked, heated skin was enthralling. Feeling her writhing form against him, he didn't know whether to rip her throat out or to take her against the wall. He decided to kiss her. Pressing his mouth to hers with and almost ravenous desperation, he loosened his grip on her throat, stroking his thumb across the line of her jaw. She melted against him, caressing his tongue with hers. Sharp fangs clashed and repositioned, nipping at each other. After a moment she pulled back for a moment, looking at his face. Dipping her head, she scraped the tips of her razor sharp canines along the sensitive skin just above the slowly pulsing artery. He shivered at the dangerous pleasure of it, tipping his head to the side, giving her better access. After a delicious moment of anticipation, she sunk her teeth into his flesh, a moan vibrating deep in her throat as his potent blood gushed into her mouth. He went rigid, his eyes going wide and blind with the pleasure that pulsed through him. The hot knife of pain at her bite was washed away in a storm of tight, swirling bliss. His hands curled in her hair, holding her mouth against his neck. She pulled back with a gasp after another mouthful, feeling the blood burn through her like a wildfire. A couple drops of blood dripped down his neck before the wounds closed and pinkened into little puckered scars. Lia was almost shuddering against him. Whereas his blood had cured the hunger, it had fanned the flames of her arousal. She seized his hand, pulling him silently into the bedroom and pushing him down upon the bed. The feeling of being out of control was completely alien to him; no one had ever dared to stand up to him. It was making him vibrate with lust, every one of his muscles was tensed, and his cock was straining against his slacks. Lia leaned over him, pulling at the knot of his tie. After she had it unraveled, she pulled the silk material out from his collar, lifting his hand to the bed frame. With a wicked grin she wrapped the material around his wrist, binding it to the sturdy post. Moving to kneel between his legs, she slowly unbuckled his belt, brushing the bulge at his fly. His hips thrust involuntarily at the touch, and he hissed out a breath. She strapped his other hand to the bed frame with the belt, pulling it snug and looping it around itself to keep it secure. She moved her nude body on top of him, straddling him. "What do you want?" Lia leaned over to whisper in his ear, moving her hips in a liquid arch that had him moaning. "I want you to wrap that delicious mouth around my cock." He declared breathlessly, lifting his head to nip at her bottom lip. He was intoxicated by this sense of abandon, the inability to take and ravage. She slid down his form, ever so slowly, lifting his shirt to tease feather light kisses on his stomach, reaching down to pull down the tab of his zipper. Once she'd freed his cock from the confines of his slacks, she sent him one final, wicked glance, and then did just as he had asked, wrapping her lips around the head of his fully erect member. She slowly took him in, moaning against the sensations of his velvety head sliding along her tongue. The vibration of her moan against his sex was almost too much to bear. He cried out, a wordless groan of pleasure. Fort's eyes flicked open at the sound. He listened for a moment, remaining still, hearing the furtive sounds of passion. The brush of skin, the gasp, the sigh, the wet sound of a mouth on flesh. Quietly as possible, he rolled over to see what was happening in the other bed. He shouldn't have worried, however. The two were locked in a cage of their own lust. The girl's eyes were closed, little sounds of pleasure emerging as she savored his cock like a great wine. Ambrose likewise had his eyes squeezed shut, his back like a bow, straining muscles showing in shadowed relief. Fort climbed slowly out of the bed, crouching on the floor like a predator, his eyes never leaving the couple in the next bed. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he made his way over to the bed. He'd never seen the master in bondage before, and he very well going to take advantage of it. Rising up beside him, Fort placed his hands on either side of Ambrose's face, and as the vampire's eyes flew open, he leaned in, giving him a hard kiss on the lips. The kiss was full of anger, jealousy, betrayal, and the lust that Ambrose had long spurned. Unexpectedly, Ambrose kissed him back with a fire to match his own, thrusting his hips, and interrupting the rhythm the girl had set. Lia looked up, surprised to see the lithe, naked form of Fort kissing his master, and Ambrose returning the kiss with enthusiasm. She teased nails along Fort's back and he straightened. She pulled him down to taste Ambrose's flavor on his lips, and smiled a lazy, lust-heavy smile. Fort tumbled into bed with them, and the three of them set about kissing a stroking and mumbling desires. Somehow, Ambrose got free of his restraints, or perhaps one of them untied him in all of their playing. The master vampire arranged Lia against the bed frame, spreading her legs, stroking his palms down her inner thigh. He flicked out his tongue to stroke it along her swollen clit. She shivered with the pleasure of it, gasping as he lapped at her with long, hot sweeps of his tongue. A yelp squealed through Lia's lips as she was swept off of the bed, and Ambrose quickly switched their positions, positioning her so that she was straddling his mouth. He continued the expert assault on her core, and she arched back, letting out a low moan of pleasure. Fort swept his long fingers down Lia's arched back, leaning over to take Ambrose's full cock into his mouth. Ambrose rumbled a sound of pleasure against Lia's clit. She almost came from the sensation of it, while Fort kept running his lips up and down Ambrose's length. This went on for some time, all three just on the verge of orgasm, a circuit of pleasure. After a while Ambrose made a noise akin to frustration, and heaved Lia up, setting her down on the bed and shifting to sit against the bed frame. "Get on your hands and knees." Ambrose said quietly, and Lia obliged, every moment of her legs like a little torture, the friction on her tender, throbbing core sending shivers up her spine. He rose up on his knees, spreading her legs with a soft brush of his palms. He slowly penetrated her soaked, silky lips, easing his hardness into her. Fort watched them, finding his hand curling around his cock, stroking slowly. With one hard thrust from Ambrose, Lia came, her mouth falling open with a wordless cry. Ambrose paused inside her, feeling her muscles clenching rhythmically around his cock. As the orgasm faded, Lia felt something in her open mouth; Fort pushed his cock gently into her mouth, until her lips wrapped around it and she sucked at the hard flesh. Fort's eyes fluttered closed, a low rumbling emerging from his throat, almost like a purr. She continued to suck his cock as Ambrose began to fuck her, and they grew into a rhythm. Fort came first, pumping into her mouth with a low moan, and her name on a furtive whisper. Lia came swallowing, her body bowing. Forts lips fell upon hers, tasting himself on her. His hands roamed as Ambrose continued to fuck her from behind, his fingers stroking over her breasts, teasing the erect tips of her nipples. Lia clenched around the hardness that Ambrose was stroking inside of her, and he came with one hard thrust. They all collapsed in a heap of heated flesh, panting. "Well," Ambrose rumbled after a moment. "That was fun." Lia awoke several hours later, snuggled into blankets, pressed up against Ambrose. Fort was curled up against her back, effectively creating a Lia sandwich between the three of them. A satisfied smile curled her lips as her eyes fluttered closed once again, thinking, This is just the way this was supposed to be. Perfect.