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Underwear Ch. 01

By: SadieRose



"UNDERWEAR..." An interlude

[This tale is set some eighteen years after Rayne Wylde becomes a Vampire. By this time he is living in Manchester (my neck of the woods - no pun intended!) and a brush with psychotic northern Vamps has led to his relationship with Kevan, a half-Irish detective sargeant with the Manchester Met Police. 

The story also reintroduces Rayne's Sire, Jabez, a character I always love to play around with. It is submitted here in two parts.]

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Kevan Delaney sort of crept up on Rayne, emotionally speaking. The effect of being around him took the Vampire more than a little bit by surprise. On that first afternoon, (after the timely demise of Gerald Rafferty, the Canal Street Killer, whose fall he and Kev skilfully engineered) when Dave Ramsay, Kev's partner, finally left them alone in Manto to talk to one-another, Kevan opened himself up and spilled his feelings on the floor like so much discarded confetti. In the light of his fumbling, hesitant attempts to express his sexuality on the night before they terminated the Canal Street Ripper, this was an unprecedented flood tide of 'Kevan-ness'. The words poured from him unchecked and Rayne could only sit and listen in astonished silence.

Kevan talked of his life... his job... his failing marriage and grown up kids... his lack of direction. Unsurprisingly, he was ex-military - a former paratrooper, who lost his way in the mud and bloodshed of Goose Green whilst still in his twenties. Married before war broke out in the Falklands, his life was ripped apart irreparably by what he experienced there. He quit the Paras on his return to the UK and, after a period of therapy, joined the Police Force. Working on the Vice Squad some years later, he first linked up with David Ramsay, a veteran of Belfast and Bosnia; someone who could relate to his traumas and the nightmares which still haunted him.

In return, Dave admitted to his partner that he too had left the Army, not because he was unable to handle the bloodshed or the loss of lives, but due to the fact that he was living a lie. He loved the military lifestyle, but he also loved a Dutch pastry chef called Bernard, a relationship he was compelled to keep under wraps in case his superiors discovered it and cast him out on his ear. He quit the Forces eighteen months before the European Court of Human Rights legitimised his status.

Dave was never resentful about it. He and Bernard moved north from Aldershot to Whitefield and he worked alternately as a bouncer or a bar-tender until joining the Force. Dave Ramsay introduced Kevan to the Gay Village in Manchester, and was surprised by the way in which Kevan wholeheartedly embraced his lifestyle. Despite an avowed denial that he was queer, or even bi-sexual, Kev worked through the frustration of his failed marriage with a succession of nameless, faceless boys. Some of them, he claimed good-humouredly, were even far enough off their faces to blow him for free!

So it was that his feelings for Rayne also startled Kevan Delaney. 

After that lunch date at Manto, they walked together by the canal for a while, talking aimlessly, neither wanting to be the one who let reality intrude by saying it was time to go. Rayne invited the other man back to his pad for dinner and impressed the plain-spoken cop with the art-nouveau and glass brick walls of his converted warehouse, on a block near the Northern Film Archive. It was past midnight by the time they called for a take-away, because they spent the remainder of the evening and night fucking; on the sofa and the panelled floor, and the stairs and in the shower, and finally on Rayne's expansive, oriental bed. They became a loosely linked 'item' without realising what had happened. Kevan was not Rayne's 'type' at all; the big, burly ex-para was blunt and jokey, utterly unsophisticated in fact. But he was also amazingly attentive. Kevan took the elegant little Vampire under his wing, even though he seemed aware that his lover could take perfectly adequate care of himself (probably both of them!). All the same, he insisted on trying to 'look after' the boy.

That was another thing; Kevan was forty six, and looked it. Rayne Wylde was technically forty eight but passed easily for a man twenty years younger. Since his Initiation he had not aged a day. The Vampire was not about to split hairs though; if Kev wanted a toyboy, he was perfectly prepared to play ball on that count. More perplexing to Rayne was his own tacit acceptance of the way in which Kevan dominated the relationship.

Since his own doomed love affair with a boy bludgeoned to death by a murderous brood of Vampires in London many years before, Rayne had been unattached save for the occasional painless fling. All his lovers had been Submissives, all younger than him. It had been over a decade since Rayne consented to regular sex with a dominant partner, but Kevan naturally took the initiative whenever they were together, and his lover was forced to admit that he actually enjoyed it. Kevan was skilful enough to make the experience satisfying for both of them. Kev doted on him. He loved to pamper his beautiful, immortal boyfriend. At the end of a busy shift he would phone to check that Rayne was free, then come over to the warehouse with a Thai carry-out and a bottle of good wine. More often than not they finished the wine in the bath together, or entwined on the bedclothes, drinking from one-another's mouths. Invariably they fucked until the dawn came up.

On analysis, Rayne was perfectly relaxed about the relationship. He was in no hurry to settle down and Kevan was not fool enough to suggest that they lived together. He respected Rayne's need for space, and even his obligations as a member of the Undead Community (which he did not understand but never questioned). Kevan seemed to accept without hesitation that there were times when his lover had work to do; work which normally involved the inhumation of some deserving soul who had been making innocent lives a misery. Kevan never pried, just as he had never asked why Rayne was stalking the Canal Street Ripper. In the detective's eyes, one less murderer or rapist on the streets of Manchester was no loss to him or anyone else.

He even seemed to accept that Rayne was not in love with him, content that the Vampire was happy just to be with him. It was true enough. In Kev's arms, Rayne experienced a profoundly satisfying sense of belonging. He was cherished and adored, which suited his fragile ego magnificently. As far as the Vampire was concerned, Kevan Delaney could put his own interpretation on the relationship.

A perplexing twist emerged in the Spring when, one evening as they made love on the bathroom floor, Kevan expressed a breathless desire to fuck his lover in women's underwear. Rayne Wylde gave him a 'look' which suggested that he would rather cut his own wrists on a rusty band saw blade, and nothing more was said, at the time.

Until, that is, the evening when Kevan bought him the matching basque and panties and a pair of pure silk stockings. They were exquisite creations, in carmine silk and lace, designed - Kev explained with boyish exuberance - to be worn by a man. The basque was full-cupped to give the impression of small, firm breasts when worn under clothing. The knickers were fuller in the crotch (as he demonstrated with one hand inside them) and cut away to a lacy thong at the rear.

"No." Rayne told him flatly. "No way, Jose!"

Kevan's face crumpled in an expression of abject misery. All night afterwards, he moped. Nothing would lighten his mood, not even sex. Nothing interested him.

"You're cruel," he berated his lover at one point. "I do so much for you. I never ask you for anything in return. I come over here when it's convenient for 'you'. We eat the things 'you' like. All I'm askin' is a little something that would turn me on. Is that so bad? Is it such a sick, kinky thing I'm askin' you to do? I didn't think you were so narrow minded, Ray."

Rayne glared at him, arms folded defensively. "You ask me what I want, and I tell you," he said tersely. "If you wanted something different, you should have said."

"What do you think I'm doing now?" Kev retaliated vehemently. "I'm asking you to wear something that will excite me. Or does what I feel not matter?"

The Vampire sucked in his cheeks irritably and drew a long, impatient breath. If there was one thing he really hated it was being made to feel guilty. And Kev was good at it. He was 'excruciatingly' good at it.

Finally, when the other man said nothing else, Rayne exhaled loudly through his teeth, snatching up the offending lingerie box and storming off up the open-plan stairs to the mezzanine where his bedroom and bathroom were. A long, brooding silence ensued and Kevan was patient for about fifteen minutes before plucking up the courage to go and investigate. He found a sorry sight when he climbed the stairs onto the balcony.

His lover was sitting on the edge of the low bed, ashen-faced and bewildered, his dark hair tangled around his sharp, elfin features and his pale eyes glittering with frustration as he wrestled valiantly with the hook and eye fastenings of the basque. The straps hung loose on his slender shoulders whilst the stockings pooled around his calves and ankles.

The big man resisted the urge to laugh. It would not help his cause to have Rayne think he was being deliberately humiliated and he had no desire to irritate his precious lover further, but the Vampire looked so utterly confounded that Kevan found a shred of remorse amidst the humour.

Gently he sat down beside his beautiful mate and unfastened all the mis-matched eyelets, then re-hooked them one by one as Ray sat in miserable silence with his head bowed and his fine, straight, sable hair tumbling forward around his face. Kevan kissed the bared nape of his neck tenderly when he was done, and tightened the straps on his lover's shoulders.

"There," he whispered, sliding a finger between the snug-fitting silk body and Rayne's pale, soft, boyish skin. "It's even a good fit."

"I can't fucking move!" Rayne protested sullenly.

"You're not supposed to," Kevan assured him, winking suggestively.

The Vampire ignored his attempt at humour. "I feel ridiculous!" he complained unhappily.

"You 'look' gorgeous," his lover soothed, carefully rolling the stockings up his mate's slender, hairless thighs. "You've got a wonderful body, darlin'. Soft as silk, you are." He attached the claret lace suspenders one by one, threading them beneath the elasticated sides of his boyfriend's panties, smiling at the recollection of how Rayne had come to be so smooth. 

Apparently - according to the Vampire – shortly before his Turning, he had been a singer in a rock band. It happened one night, whilst the group were on tour, Rayne having lost a bet with his road crew, who implied that he couldn't drink the band's entire rider and get through the night without losing consciousness. He took them on, he said, although he was adamant that the bottles must have been spiked. At around half past three in the morning he passed out, and the Roadies exacted their forfeit. They stripped him to his underpants and waxed his entire body, without compassion.

Once he was Turned, his physical body 'technically' froze. Consequently, nothing about him had changed since that day. His hair stayed the same length, as did his finger nails. As he explained it, his body had a data file that told it what should be there and what should not. If he lost a limb, it would grow back because it was supposed to be there. But if, for example, he cut his hair, it would only grow to the length it had been when he became a Vampire, and no more. The same went for his body hair. It had not even begun to grow back when he was Turned, and so he would never recover it.

Kevan had no objections to that. He found Rayne's body remarkably arousing. The only hair anywhere on his person was a fine dusting under his armpits, and between his thighs. Clearly the roadies had blanched at the idea of going so far! His lover was far less prudish.

As Kevan's fingers slipped into the crotch of his panties, Rayne sagged back like a rag doll onto the covers of the bed and gazed up at him balefully. "I bet you dressed your Action Man in all your sister's Sindy clothes, didn't you?" he growled huskily.

"Ahhh... shhhhh love," Kevan breathed, watching him with admiring eyes. "You look wonderful. Beautiful... D'you have any red lipstick, darlin?"

Ice green eyes narrowed irritably. "When have you ever seen me in rouge, Kevan Delaney?"

"You wear make-up," Kev protested.

"Not 'red' make-up!"

"You should do," the mortal coaxed him fondly. He smiled in that idiotic/hopeful way that he seemed to imagine passed for 'winning'.

"I'm not a slut, Kevan. It doesn't suit me."

The other man bent over him, kissing his lips gently. "Would you be a slut just for me? With no-one else to see?" he pleaded, still smiling.

Rayne turned his head away abruptly, but not before his lover caught sight of the shimmer of tears beneath his long, black lashes. Kev sank down on him, pulling him into a passionate embrace. He was shocked to think that he had actually succeeded in distressing the Vampire. For a while he had let himself begin to think that Rayne was immune to mortal emotions.

Okay... he was passionate, and he knew how to feed a guy's hunger like no other lover (male or female) that Kevan could recall. But he was always so remote. Sometimes getting inside his head was like breaking and entering Fort Knox. Kevan had never seen him cry, not even the time when one of his 'domination games' got out of control and he backhanded the Vampire so hard that Rayne was knocked to the floor. He had been furious, but controlled his anger until Kevan had finished 'raping' him, when he quietly and calmly said; "If you ever try anything like that again, I will break your fucking neck. Do you understand me?"

He could do it. Kev had no doubt at all in his mind.

What he could not get his head around was why his lover was so upset right now.

He made love to the young man, slowly and tenderly, feeling Rayne respond to his caresses and the steady pulsing of his cock, loving the whisper of silk under his hands, When he could feel that Ray was more aroused than unhappy, he quickened the tempo and they rolled across the low, white-shrouded bed and onto the floor. Kevan slipped out of him and rose quickly, pushing his mate down urgently on the mattress. Kneeling on the bare boards behind Rayne he thrust into the Vampire's wetly-enveloping anus quickly and roughly until his partner was gasping involuntarily at each vigorous stroke.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Kev breathed in his lover's ear as he knelt astride the lean, silk-clad Vampire, kissing his neck and shoulders passionately whilst they fucked. "Thank you so much. This is unbelievably good for me."

Rayne said nothing... only slumped into the softness of the duvet with his head cradled in his arms.

"I don't understand why you feel the need to do it, that's all," he murmured, much later when they were both naked and exhausted, lying wrapped around one-another in the crumpled bedclothes. Kevan held him close, breathing in the warm, clean, familiar scent of his hair and body, feeling enervated and blissfully happy. It was as if an irritating itch had finally been scratched, after years of being out of reach. Ray's absolute perfection was a part of it, of course. Kevan had never known anyone so beautiful, or so compliant in bed. 

He had been genuinely surprised by the Vampire's reluctance to humour him tonight. Rayne had so much potential. He was shamelessly vain and could preen in front of the mirror for hours, touching up eye-shadow and lip gloss. For as long as Kevan had known him (all of thirteen weeks!) he had flirted with androgyny, dressing on the borderlines of his sexuality, without actually crossing over.

Having seen him sartorially transformed tonight, Kevan understood his potential. Ray was not just a pretty boy dressing up, he could be a real beauty queen given the encouragement. With the proper guidance, he could be incandescent. He just needed to feel that he was not alone. Kevan knew that he could provide that reassurance.

Persuading the Vampire to take the next step was a battle. Kevan coaxed and cajoled. He bought outfits, which Rayne Wylde hurled back at him in outright denial. In a fit of desperation, the other man offered to take him shopping.

"Don't be ludicrous!" Rayne told him when he suggested it. "I am not going to spend the afternoon trying on dresses just to satisfy some... 'fetish' of yours!"

Kevan remained calm. "Ray, you've made it plain that I've no taste when it comes to buying you clothes," he said magnanimously. A vast sigh escaped him though. "At least do me the very great pleasure of being able to purchase something that you like. Something that looks so good on you that you can't resist."

The Vampire frowned at him suspiciously. "You're up to something!"

"I want to spoil you. Is that unreasonable?" Kevan demanded impatiently. "I like you loads, Ray. What's wrong with my wanting to buy you stuff?"

"This relationship is getting... strange," Rayne snapped back at him, "that's what!"

"Ray..." the big man reached out towards him and pulled his lean, fretful lover into his arms, kissing him quickly and fiercely. Rayne put up a brief display of resistance, then yielded. Somehow Kevan's mouth on his own always subdued him. Warm, powerful hands rose to the nape of his neck and stroked down slowly to the small of his back, two powerfully sensitive zones - as Kevan Delaney knew from their frequent, frenzied lovemaking.

His lips parted soundlessly from Rayne's and Kev whispered; "I want you!"

"A minute ago you wanted to go shopping." Rayne was going to be hard to convince.

"I can't help it, I just got this mental picture of you in ivory silk and tight leather!" Kevan sighed reverentially. "Just think of it, darlin'... the hint of a silk stocking top under a tight leather miniskirt."

Rayne Wylde fired a glare like battery acid in his direction. "I'm dating some kind of pervert!"

"You never complain when I'm giving you my cock!" Kev told him, rather bluntly.

"I'm not a woman, Kevan! You can't turn me into something I'm not." The Vampire held out his hands, gazing at his lover with imploring eyes. "You're an absolute sweetheart. I'd do almost anything to make you happy... but this gives me the creeps. I don't 'want' to be a woman, Kev."

"But you're happy enough taking my dick, all right!" Kevan pointed out bitterly.

"That doesn't mean I want to be female. It's got nothing to do with my gender, Kevan!"

"Nor has wearing a skirt," Kev argued. "You're still a man, Rayne. Underneath it you're still a man! I just want to see you looking beautiful. I find the thought of it exciting, darlin'. Is that so very painful?"

Rayne looked down awkwardly at his long-boned hands. In a small voice he said; "It feels wrong."

"Please...." Kevan begged him. "Try it. Just this once. For me darlin'."

Kevan parked his 1986 Saab 900 on a meter just off Oldham Street, between Piccadilly and Great Ancoats. The site was an old market square, mainly deserted in this modern age of superstores and shopping malls, but ringed about by specialist boutiques; bespoke tailors and less salubrious venues. Next door to a small bookmaker's shop stood a three-storey, faceless, grey tenement block, split into retail units. A sign over one of the plain, grey-green doors at ground level read; 'Amberley's Bizarre'.

Rayne wondered silently if it was a spelling mistake. Once they got inside, he quickly figured that it was not.

Within the doorway, stone steps ran up to the next level or down into the basement. There seemed to be nothing at all on the level of the street, as if this was a portal to another world.


Underwear Ch. 01



On the first floor they stepped out into a long, high-ceilinged room with tall, shuttered windows and peeling eau de nil paint-work. It was full of chromium-plated clothing rails, laden with randomly hung garments. Nothing seemed to be displayed in any kind of order, the rails simply occupied and and every available space. At the far end of the hall was a curtained area on a raised platform, which looked just like a small, art-deco stage. Half way along the back wall, facing the doors, there was a huge, walnut-veneered sales desk, fashioned like some vast church pulpit, overwhelmed by piles of plastic carrier bags. These were stacked haphazardly among heaps of paperwork and display boxes containing jewellery, trinkets and paperweights, and all kinds of miscellaneous tat. In the midst of this chaos sat an ancient cash register, its gilded flanks pitted and blackened with time and cigarette smoke.

Beside it, perched on the edge of the desk, in a cleared area, was a youngish man, quite long and skinny, like a human grasshopper. His white blond hair hung down limply around his face and he was wearing tight, faded, coral pink jeans and a lemon yellow bowling shirt with rolled back sleeves. He was industriously filing his nails with an emery board.

"Jesus Christ on a bike! The last living cliché in captivity!" Rayne whispered, near hysterically, leaning on Kevan's arm. "D'you think he could use a colour chart?"

"Sshhh...!" Kev grinned and looked around the room almost nervously. 

A few others were browsing among the racks but it was quiet. Two young men in identical brown leather bombers and blue jeans giggled over a glittery sheath dress up in the corner by the 'stage'. Near the desk, a tall, auburn-wigged, rather obvious transvestite in a lilac twin-set tutted over the selection of stockings and complained that there was nothing in taupe. Kevan turned away thumbing solemnly through a rack of blouses as though this was some kind of initiation rite. Rayne followed him, feeling at a loose end. From time to time the Vampire scanned the room anxiously to be sure that they were not being stared at.

He felt physically uncomfortable. This was mostly due to Kevan's insistence on making out before they left the warehouse and that, of course, had been a ruse to get him into the black, lace-up bodice and silken French knickers he had bought his lover the week before. Which Rayne was still wearing, on Kevan's insistence.

"I feel like everyone knows," he whispered now, pushing his hands into the pockets of his black, cord hipsters and scowling like a child.

"Like they care!" Kev responded blithely, waving a hand around the room in general. He held up a black lace shirt with an open collar and a tailored waistline. "What about that?"

"'s okay I s'pose," muttered Rayne grudgingly, feeling very much as if he was a kid again, forced to shop with his mum. He had worn worse in his time, and the shirt was reasonably ambiguous.

"And this?" Kevan showed him a white chiffon number with a ruffled neckline and tight, fitted sleeves.

"I don't wear white," the Vampire told him.

"It's very sheer... imagine a black body under it. Or just a little black bra?" Kev winked at him.

"I'd look like a slapper!" his lover objected.

Kevan just smiled. "Try it on."

Ice green eyes widened at him. "Here?"

"You wanna know if it fits, don't you?" Kevan shook his head with a little sigh. He held out the hangers.

Rayne glared at him for a moment, then snatched them from his hand and flounced off theatrically towards the curtains. The misfit from the desk came to life and bounded after him like a Labrador puppy chasing a ball.

"You'll need a dithc for thothe!" he lisped imperiously.

Rayne looked up at the skinny creature disparagingly and made another 'check' on his mental cliché-spotter's tab.

"Dithc?" he repeated in his most withering tone.

Yellow Shirt returned to the desk and retrieved a blue plastic circle with a hole in it from an array of iron spikes by the till. He hooked it over one of Rayne's hangers like a calculated insult.

"That'th better," he pronounced, surveying Rayne with a critical eye. "Are you sure you've got the figure for thothe?"

The Vampire glared at him. Turning smartly, he yanked back one of the crimson, velour curtains, muttering; "Bitch!"

He was admiring his perfectly flat stomach in the deco mirror on the wall, stroking his fingers over the black lace of one of the shirts when Kev leaned in with something small, black and leathery in one hand.

"Looks good," he nodded, approvingly. "What about this, heh?"

Rayne took the garment and held it up with a critical expression on his sharp-edged, haughty face. As a miniskirt, he supposed, it was rather underdeveloped, but it would have made a generous belt! He told his lover as much. They were still arguing about it when the lisping lemon-shirt returned and remarked; "You'll need another dithc for that!"

"Yeah...?" said Kevan, unconcerned. "And stockings, I think. Since madam wouldn't wear them! Something dark, with a bit of a sheen, eh?"

Rayne glowered darkly at them both and wished a fiery hell on the pair of them.

"You need damned good legth for that," Lemon remarked, casting a scathing eye in the direction of the Rayne and the miniskirt.

"Oh... he's got the legs, don't worry," Kev assured him as if Rayne was immaterial to this discussion. "We'll need sussies though."

"Underwear'th upthtairth...." Lemon called out wearily on his way back to the desk.

"And shoes!" Kev added, whilst Rayne gave him a 'Paddington Bear' scowl from the cubicle. The burly detective grinned. "Eight an'alf, aren't you?"

"Get lost!"

"I thought you liked shoes!"

"Fuck off!" Rayne snapped the curtain shut.

Inside the changing cubicle he leaned back wearily against the mirror, wondering how the hell he had reached this impasse. Why was it that he just could not say 'No' to Kevan? It was impossible. For some reason he found it untenable to hurt the mortal. Maybe he sensed that Kev had already been hurt enough - and damned his Vampiric perception for that. 

With the exception of this insane obsession, Kevan had shown him unparalleled kindness and warmth ever since they started to see one-another. Even when Rayne urged him to start running in the mornings again, and got him to visit the gym in the Village, Kev had complied with a good humoured tolerance. The mortal accepted that he was overweight and genuinely seemed to want to do something about it. If it would please Rayne to have him strip a little fitter; if it made him more sexually attractive to his lithe young mate, then Kevan would do whatever it took.

But this was a different matter, Rayne told himself unhappily. He wanted Kevan to get fit as much for his own good as for aesthetic reasons. This was just downright kinky!

The curtain twitched and Lemon peered in.

"Dithc!" he said impassively, passing Rayne a green plastic circle. "You gonna put that on or jutht thtand there holding it?"

Rayne snatched the disc and yanked the curtain shut again furiously. He was unbuttoning his fly when a limp, well-manicured hand thrust through the gap dangling something fine, black and gauzy from it's fingers.

"You'll want thethe?" a disembodied voice lisped irritatingly.

The Vampire hooked the stockings lightly between the little finger and thumb of his left hand and Lemon withdrew abruptly. For a moment, Rayne stared at the wispy undergarments, caught on the brink of hysteria, between tears and laughter. Then he unfastened the remaining buttons and toed off his boots, wriggling his pants down and pulling off his socks.

His legs were good. There was no denying it. He might curse the day those roadies ever got him drunk enough to surrender his consciousness, but the effects were startling. His body was boyishly lean, hard and hairless. In spite of the amount of drugs he had been doing when he was bitten, he had kept himself reasonably fit. The band had been in the middle of a nation-wide tour after all.

Kevan loved it. He had confessed that the first time they fucked he fantasised that Rayne was much younger. His lover was less than comfortable with that. When he explained the reason however, Kev was surprisingly sympathetic.

On his promotion to the Vice Squad, Kevan told him in turn, he had seen things done to kiddies that made his hair curl and his hackles rise. He also confessed, cryptically, that he saw patterns in Rayne's behaviour which made him suspect previous abuse. But he refused to elaborate on that, even when Rayne threatened him, demanding to know what the fuck he meant. The Vampire came to realise that Kevan felt genuinely awkward about what other men had done to his new boyfriend.

He had treated Rayne even more gently afterwards. But.... just occasionally... the truth surfaced for him and, furthermore, Rayne suspected that Kevan was secretly excited by it. More than once, of late, he had asked if Rayne would pretend to be virgin for him. The Vampire always complied, tacitly. Kevan never failed to be abjectly apologetic, once he had come inside his lover.

Now, Rayne rolled up the stockings slowly, feeling the silkiness against his guitar-string-callused fingertips. Kev had showed him, patiently, how to put them on. He liked to watch Rayne putting on stockings.

The Vampire sat down on the crimson plush covered stool in a corner of the cubicle and wrapped his toes in the shimmering gossamer, carefully unfolding the silken sheath, feeling it cling like cobweb to his calf and knee, then glide up over his slender thigh. It was a sensuous process and he lingered over it, glancing from time to time at his legs in the mirror as though they belonged to someone else. He was bewildered by the frail, boyish, alien reflected there, peering back through the veil of his long, dark hair almost shyly, as if caught in the perpetration of some major indecency. 

Still sitting, he contemplated the skirt grimly. He never wore leather against his skin if he could help it. Kev knew that; knew that he hated it!

As if his angry thoughts had summoned his lover, the curtain twitched and Kev's flushed, enthusiastic face appeared there, framed by crimson velour, cut off eerily from his chunky body. The mortal's expression faltered slightly.

"All right?" he asked in a tentative voice.

"I dunno..." Rayne looked up at him helplessly.

"Can I come in?"

"I s'pose so," the Vampire sighed. "But you'll probably need a dithc!"

Kevan chuckled and withdrew. Moments later he returned with a white plastic disc, a pink paper slip and a box which he set down on the stool. Fishing in his jacket pocket, he produced something small, black and slinky-looking. Rayne's eyes followed it warily.

"Suspender belt," Kev explained. "Stand up, you'll need to put it on before the skirt."

Rayne let him fasten the band of elasticised silk around his midriff and closed his eyes briefly as Kevan's fingers slid into his pants, feeding the suspenders through and clipping them carefully to the stocking tops.

"I hate you with a passion," he proclaimed wearily and Kevan kissed the back of his neck in a fit of sudden, impulsive affection.

"You'll thank me darlin'! When you see what a beauty you can be...."

"Shut up, Kev!" Rayne tilted his head and glared at the other man. "I look like a fuckin' extra from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I am never gonna forgive you for this!"

Kevan fished in another pocket of his jacket and deposited a crumpled paper bag in his lover's hand, making him look down, perplexed.

"Do those for me while I sort the skirt out," he said, unruffled by Rayne's hostility. "There's a good girl."

Rayne Wylde peered into the bag rather sceptically. There was a compact of pale, pressed powder there, which he did not need but had not got the energy to argue about. The tablet of eye shadow was called 'Bruise Pristine', a dusky aubergine colour, dusted with glitter. He touched a dab to his upper and lower eyelids so that his emotionless gaze seemed even more washed out and desolate then ever, then applied a streak beneath each cheekbone for good measure. The tried and tested junky look.

"Feet!" Kev prompted, crouching before him with the skirt.

Numbly he stepped into the garment and allowed the other man to draw it steadily up his thighs and wriggle it snugly over his lean hips. Kevan moved around behind him and wrestled with the zipper, whilst kissing the back of his neck. Rayne dabbed the powder puff on his nose and selected the expensive-looking lipstick with a sense of impending doom. It was called Hot Flush, and he felt as though he was beginning to have one!

Uncapping the stick he wound up the rouge slowly and examined it's rich, sanguine tip before touching it to his lips slowly and reluctantly. Rayne applied two coats, then a third until his sullen pout was the colour of a bloom of fresh, bright blood. He stared at his reflection and it gazed back with betrayed eyes, sunk deep in their shadowy sockets. Even when he was whoring for a living he had never felt this cheap.

After a time he became aware of other things again; of the heavy silence punctuated only by the clicking of hangers on the rails beyond his curtain screen. His eyes moved to find Kevan's face in the mirror, reading awe and tension in his pensive expression. Kev was not totally insensitive. He had picked up on his boyfriend's mood as he fastened the skirt. Now he crouched again, taking the lid off the white box carefully.

Briefly, Rayne's tortured gaze softened at he bent his head to watch and the other man held up one of the boots to him. It was the most elegant piece of footwear he had seen in a long while; supple black, patent leather, cut to just above the ankle, with a long, pointed winkle-picker toe and delicate, five-inch, diamante-encrusted stilleto heel. It had an inside zip and three buckled straps around the arch of the foot and the heel.

He took it in both hands, cradling it like a precious artefact. 

"Eight and a half, exactly," Kevan told him gently. "Last pair, too. It's a sign from Camp Heaven, Ray."

"I'll need a nine in something that narrow," Rayne told him neutrally, his eyes never leaving the boot.

"Try it on, you forget how fine the stockings are. It's not like wearing socks." Kev's hand stroked his right calf affectionately.

Sad, liquid-green eyes stared down at him out of a sculpted, porcelain face. Sleek black locks framed a gaze like molten pain. The carmine lips parted, then closed again around a breathless sigh.

"I used to have a pair like these," said Rayne Wylde huskily, at long last. "Only they weren't so high. And they weren't all sparkly." He shook his head slowly and regretfully. "I'll break my neck if I try to walk in them, love."

Kevan's big, warm hand stroked his foot.

"Just try them," he whispered, stretching up to kiss his lover's thigh; the minute triangle of exposed flesh in the side-split of the skirt, just clear of his stocking top.

Shrugging slightly, the young Vampire handed back his prize and let Kevan slip his foot into the soft, warm leather, then zip and buckle him in dextrously. Rayne wobbled slightly, one heel suddenly so much farther from the ground than the other. He put a hand on Kevan's arm to steady himself & Kev turned his head, kissing Rayne's fingers tenderly.

"I love you, Ray," he murmured, wriggling the other boot onto his lover's left foot. "You are making me so fuckin' hard right now!"

He fastened the buckles and rose to his feet, unbuttoning the blouse without another word. Rayne reached for him, suddenly needing to be held, but Kev just made him turn around and face the mirror again. His hands slid over the black bodice which Rayne still had on under his shirt, mainly because it was such a bitch to get off. It fastened with hooks and eyes from his shoulder blades to just above his hips but the back was also laced. Rayne had thought this was for decoration. Kevan showed him otherwise when he unfastened the stays and pulled them tight, cinching him in at the belly & ribs until the Vampire gasped with pain. The effect, once Kev had slipped a hand into each padded cup, adjusting his companion carefully, was to give him a small, perfect cleavage.

Now Kev refastened the blouse to a point just beneath his lover's nipples and bent his head to kiss Rayne's painted lips, softly at first, becoming gradually rougher. Within moments they were locked together passionately, mouths and hips grinding with raw, needy ferocity. Kev's hands slid up his skirt and into the lining of his silk thong, caressing between his firm cheeks until Rayne's cock stiffened in spite of his original determination not to respond. 

One strong, warm hand cupped and squeezed his balls through the fine, sensuous material, then eased upward to rub his rock hard shaft until Rayne was gasping into Kevan's mouth, unable to control himself.

The clink of the curtain rings sent them flying apart and Kevan turned defensively, his lips bloodied with his lover's rouge. The Lisping Lemon tilted his head shrewdly and said; "Thith ith fetish-wear, not a thex shop! I'll thank you not to cauthe offenthe to the other cuthtomerth!"

"We're behind the fucking curtain!" Kev growled at him softly.

Beyond him, wiping at his smudged lipstick with one hand, Rayne murmured; "We 'were'!"

Now the Lemon's colourless eyes met his and his white brows came together in a little frown of contemplation as he looked the Vampire up and down slowly.

"He'th right," he lisped at last. "You 'have' got good legth!"

He crooked a finger at Rayne. "Come out. Let'th have a look at you."

The Vampire glanced sidelong at Kev, who still looked rather disgruntled, but the big man nodded at last. A little nervously, Rayne stepped forward, moving carefully in the unfamiliar heels and tugging his skirt hem down conscious of the lingering semi in his panties. It felt strange to be this tall and he ran edgy fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face, keeping his head held as high as he could manage. Obstinately, he refused to let them see how this humiliated him. 

"Walk over to the other mirror and come back," Lemon told him in an odd, matronly tone of voice. He pointed to the freestanding glass at the far end of the changing cubicles.

Rayne looked at him askance, but did as he was told. He moved steadily and his heels clicked on the asphalt floor as he walked towards the mirror. The image he saw there in no way resembled him, he thought, amazed that he could look this different, this peculiar. He had half imagined that he would look into the mirror and see his sister, Skye, looking back at him, but he was not Skye Ann. The face that glowered back at him was sharper and more defensive. His hips were leaner and his legs longer. Skye would hate him if she ever found out about this.

Kevan had a point, he supposed. He 'was' pretty.

"Come on," Lemon commanded imperiously. "Come back. And try to keep your thighth together thith time. Ladieth put their feet inward when they walk, they don't thtamp around like navvieth!"

"Yeth mother!" Rayne muttered sarcastically. He sashayed a little as he came back towards them, putting one hand on his hip and coming to a halt in front of Kevan, an insolent pout on his painted face.

"God, you are fucking gorgeous!" Kev said softly. 

"He hath potential," Lemon remarked in a contemplative tone of voice, still looking Rayne up and down with wondering eyes. "It would be better if he wath happy."

Rayne's acid gaze moved from Kevan's adoring expression to the assistant's almost sorrowful features and back again. Kev was looking at the skinny fellow with a critical scowl.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing..." Lemon responded automatically. "Nothing at all, only he hateth being drethed up like a dolly, and it showth in hith...." he hesitated, waving his hands for emphasis; "...in hith demeanour."




Underwear Ch. 01



This unlooked for and unanticipated support came as something of a shock to Rayne's system and he found himself lost for words, unable to thank his rescuer, or to defend the poor fellow when Kev laid into him verbally. The argument washed over Rayne and as the handful of browsers in the store peered nervously at this big man, ranting like a lunatic, the Vampire backed off slowly until he was clear of them both. Then he turned and fled as fast as his diamante heels could take him.

He was halfway down the concrete stairs, his heart thumping in his chest, when it occurred to him that he was still dressed like a hooker. Behind him he could hear raised voices, even through the heavy fire doors at the top of the stairwell, and this made up his mind for him. He could not go back in there. For a start, it would mean forgiving Kev for humiliating him and he was not ready to do that yet. Steeling himself for further embarrassment, he clicked rapidly down the remaining steps and peered anxiously out of the doorway, up and down the street outside. It was late afternoon and mercifully quiet back in the real world. Taking a deep breath, Rayne Wylde lifted his head and walked hastily out onto the square. 

In the reflective window of Kev's Saab, he adjusted his smudged lipstick and pulled his raven hair forward around his face before setting off resolutely in the direction of Piccadilly and the security of his house. It was not so far, he kept telling himself. Just a short walk and he would be fine. He could strip off and take a long, hot bath and have a large vodka to settle his nerves. Grimly he focused on those things.

It did not take long before his feet began to feel as though someone was sticking hot pins into them. His legs were aching mercilessly from walking in such an unaccustomed position and it was as if rats were biting his toes off piece by piece. For much of the way, he was able to keep to the back streets, which was a godsend. The few people he encountered either ignored him or looked him up and down sceptically before going on their way. 

Shaking fingers pulled down his shades, which had been perched on top of his head for much of the afternoon. Even though it was gloomy now, he felt safer hidden behind the smoked glass.

At Piccadilly Station, he was forced to leave the shadows and cross London Road. Here it was busier, but not as bad as crossing Piccadilly Plaza would have been. It was the long route home, but worth it if no one recognised him. On the corner, by the foot of Station Approach, a group of young men wolf-whistled appreciatively and shouted lewd comments after him, but he kept going, relentlessly, ignoring everything but the promise of comfort and safety. 

By now the pain in his feet was so bad that he was tempted to take his boots off and make a run for it barefoot. It consumed every last fragment of his awareness, right up to the moment, crossing the tramlines at the bottom of Aytoun Street, less than a few hundred yards from safety, when his left heel slipped and jammed in a gap between the metal track and the brick paving around it and his impetus brought him down and broke his ankle. He was conscious of the crack of bone moments before he hit the floor on one knee and both elbows. 

The scream it tore from his lips was born more of frustration than pain. Cursing incoherently, he pulled at the recalcitrant heel but it refused to budge. Something hooted distantly and in that instant his world opened up again and he raised his head, aware of several people heading towards him from different directions. Most of all he was conscious of the tram which had eased to a halt just a couple of feet away.

"Are you all right?" someone asked.

"She looked stoned," another voice (the tram driver, he thought) declared gruffly. "She just walked out in front of me. Never looked. Then she was on the floor. Lucky I wasn't goin' fast, I'd 'ave killed 'er!"

"I need to get up," Rayne said neutrally. 

"Stay put, girl. Looks like you've done yourself a mischief," the first voice instructed and he looked up into a wizened, sun-browned, masculine face, and the sharped, most golden eyes he had ever seen on a mortal. 

"I'll be fine," the Vampire told him tersely, feeling his mouth go dry. Already he could feel the bones trying to knit again. He itched to get the boot off; long fingers struggled in vain with the zip and the buckles. "I'm late. I need to..."

"I'll call for an ambulance, shall I?" the tram driver asked uncertainly.

"Yes," the elderly fellow said, more firmly, just as Rayne exclaimed; "'No'!"

The zip came down and he wriggled out of the boot, struggling to his knees. The difference in height and the weakness in his unshod ankle brought him down again when he tried to stand and now he swore as he wrestled the other boot off furiously.

"What's it to be, luv?" the tram-driver demanded, looking helplessly from his vehicle to the gathering crowd around it.

"Just leave me alone!" Rayne snarled, pushing himself upright again, keeping his weight on the good leg this time. He managed to limp clear of the track but it was slow going and he was forced to stop by the wall, which enclosed the canal bank. A hand took his arm on the injured side and drew it across strong, broad shoulders before he could push it away.

"I'm not going to ask what this is all about," a mellow, accentless voice said close to his ear. "Let's get you out of here while we can, shall we?"

Rayne blinked hard. It was as if he was seeing two images. Through the glamour of the old, keen eyed stranger, he saw long, silver-blond hair and an endless, amber gaze so solemn and familiar that he wanted to cry out his progenitor's name. 

"Jabez?" he whispered hoarsely instead.

...to be concluded in part two.



Underwear Ch. 02



UNDERWEAR - The Second and Concluding Part.

(The following material is the sole property of Sadie and Josh Rose and any unauthorised use thereof will bring on a hefty kick in the wallet from our lawyers and - when we catch you - a whack in the nuts from us, for good measure! You have been warned.)

MANCHESTER.... ENGLAND 

Back at the house, in a bathrobe, with a couple of large, ice-cold shots of Stolichnaya in his belly, Rayne finally stopped shaking. Stretched out in an armchair, facing him, Jabez Everman sipped from a glass of malt whiskey and looked him up and down speculatively.

“I didn’t recognise you,” he admitted at last, once Rayne’s explanation had been heard. “Not until you started swearing. Then I knew without a shade of doubt that it was you!” 

He chuckled in that rich, melodic voice. Rayne looked back at him over the rim of his own glass, mildly embarrassed. 

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll come for you with an axe,” he promised darkly. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for that,” the Everman soothed, still grinning wickedly. “Although, I confess, you looked deliciously exotic in your ripped stockings, with that tight little skirt riding up your hips. I’m not surprised it gets him going.”

Rayne’s glare simmered vehemently. He was saved from having to make a response by the interruption of his intercom buzzer in the glass vestibule.

“That, I presume, is the boyfriend,” Jabez remarked airily. “Shall I tell him that you are indisposed?”

“Yeah,” he drawled, then spoiled the dispassionate effect by correcting himself the instant his progenitor rose to his feet. “No…! Oh god! I don’t know. I can’t face him, Jabez! I left him to pay for everything and just ran away, he’s probably livid.” Rayne pushed long, white fingers through his rumpled, ebony hair and tugged at it in frustration.

“So you want him to go away?” the tall, imperturbable, blond Vampire queried with just a hint of a smile.

The buzzer sounded again, more urgently. Rayne propelled himself to his feet and limped across the living room to answer it. Jabez merely shrugged and poured another round of drinks.

“Ray, I know you’re in there!” Kev’s voice crackled over the intercom when he pressed the button. “Just talk to me. What the fuck got into you back there at the shop?”

“I don’t know,” he answered neutrally, his cheek pressed to the wall beside the receiver. “I’m not going to apologise, Kevan.”

“Can I come in?” the mortal cajoled, more softly. 

“No.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Kev told him more urgently. “I just want to talk to you. That’s all. I want to know you’re all right; that we’re all right.”

“I’m not so sure, Kevan. I don’t think it’s a good idea right now.” Rayne closed his eyes, biting his lips until he tasted the brief surge of blood, quickly dust again as the wound healed itself.

“I’m sorry,” his lover blurted, a little hysterically this time. “I know you didn’t want to do it, not any of it. I forced your hand. I deserve everything I got, but I don’t want to lose you, Ray.”

The Vampire shivered and screwed his eyes shut even tighter. 

“Go home, Kev. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You did look beautiful,” Kevan assured him. “I meant that. Please let me in, Ray.”

“I have company,” he answered neutrally.

“Oh…” The distant buzz of late city traffic echoed softly in the background beyond that single, stunned response. Rayne could almost hear his thoughts. At last, Kevan asked him; “Can I see you tomorrow?”

Jabez set a condensation-beaded tumbler of chilled vodka in the younger Vampire’s hand and mouthed; Sweet! Rayne scowled at him and turned to face the receiver, his lips almost pressed against the grille. 

“I have… things to do tomorrow.”

“You tell me when, then.” Kev was persistent, there was no denying that.

“I’ll call you,” Rayne told him atonally. 

“You’d better.”

“I said I would, awright! Now go away.”

“Promise,” Kevan demanded. 

“I’ll call you. Fuck off before someone rings security and has you moved!”

There was a click, then silence. Rayne banged his head softly, once or twice against the intercom then turned back into the room, his expression unreadable. 

“Well,” Jabez purred appreciatively. “That one’s smitten, for sure! What did he do to ruffle your feathers?”

“It’s a long story?” Rayne said, tight-lipped.

“Would it have anything to do with you being caught up by the stiletto heel in a tram line dressed as a very pretty girl?” the Everman teased.

“I meant that about the axe,” his defiant offspring warned, swigging down the vodka and reaching for the bottle which still rested on his coffee table. 

“You are so delicious when you are riled. No wonder Kevan can’t resist you.” Jabez brushed back the sleek fall of his fair hair from his deep, golden eyes and flashed a fanged, hungry smile at his lovely young creation.

“Fuck. Off.” Rayne Wylde poured another, slightly larger measure of vodka and knocked it back in one shot. 

“Does he master you as well as I?” Jabez taunted mildly. “Does he fill you with his vast, tumescent sex and make you beg for more? Are you hungry for his hot, thrusting, mortal tool now that he is gone?”

The dark haired youngster looked back at him with vacant, icy, lime-green eyes. He set down his glass with a steady hand.

“What are you doing here, Jabez?”

“Do I need a reason to visit my favourite flower?” the blond Vampire enquired languidly. 

Rayne folded his arms and looked down on his progenitor with a haughty glare.

“I brought you a present,” Jabez announced with a grin. “Shall I unwrap it for you?” 

Slowly he eased one hand down towards his crotch and unfastened his pants, then unbuttoned his shirt as his massive, semi-hard prick nodded free of his open fly. The eyes of his young acolyte widened slightly, the pupils expanding and darkening as Jabez Everman eased down his pants and steadily rubbed himself to his full, thirteen and a half inches of meaty, circumcised, purple-helmeted glory. Rayne’s defiance withered a little in the face of such an awesome sight. He had never been able to resist the Everman’s most potent allure. 

“Would you like to eat it all now?” Jabez teased, shrugging out of his expensive, tailored shirt and letting his baggy suit pants drop to his ankles, unveiling the magnificent, shaved balls that hung between his naked thighs.

Rayne nodded, almost delirious with longing. Briefly, all thoughts of Kevan Delaney were dispelled from his mind. At least they were until his master’s next pronouncement. 

“It would stimulate me to have you fellate me in the garments you were wearing when we met this evening,” Jabez said coolly. 

“Oh fuck! Not you as well!” Rayne Wylde exclaimed in disgusted tones. 

The Everman laced him tightly into the black, leather basque. Had Rayne been mortal he would almost certainly have suffered asphyxiation, so fiercely was he cinched in at the waist and diaphragm. He had already donned the short skirt and garter belt and fastened his ripped stockings to the suspenders as Jabez watched him, his long, hard prick leaking cum slowly onto the supple sofa cushions. He stood now, with that massive organ between Rayne’s naked thighs, rubbing the head against the younger Vampire’s exposed balls, beneath the hem of his short, tight skirt; hauling on the stays until Rayne squeaked with pain and astonishment and his inner thighs were slick with hot semen. 

His own cock was standing to attention against the soft, warm leather. When Jabez urged him to his knees, he went willingly. The Everman deftly used the buckled straps of his boots to fasten Rayne’s slender wrists behind him, securing each wrist to the corresponding ankle so that his mate could not rise again. Then he knelt and kissed the younger Vampire so viciously that Rayne’s lips were torn on his extended fangs. Finally he rose to his feet and stroked one hand through Rayne’s tangle of raven hair, gripping it cruelly and forcing the beautiful young creature’s bloody mouth onto his enormous cock-head. Rayne Wylde’s soft, wounded lips parted willingly to receive the unholy host, licking and suckling obediently on his lover’s unbelievably vast manhood. 

Jabez growled softly, a rumble that began in his chest, as the subservient young inititate swallowed inch after inch of his steadily pumping cock, taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth and into the tighter confines of his throat without a flicker of fear. He loved watching Rayne suck and swallow him. Those melting green eyes were fixed on him, unblinking, as he was forced to take it all. When the last of thirteen inches of solid muscle was buried between the youngster’s lips, Jabez gripped his hair in both hands and pressed his crotch into Wylde’s pretty face, thrusting harder and faster; fucking his mouth until his balls yielded up their first good squirt of cum. He pulled back so that his cock head was between Rayne’s lips and his creamy, hot ejaculate sprayed partly into his open mouth but mostly over his face and hair.

He did not lose his erection and Rayne moaned with pleasure, gulping down his cum and licking his throbbing, dribbling helmet skilfully. Jabez growled again, more urgently, rubbing his sex over the youngster’s lips, cheeks and eyelids, and in his hair. He forced his mate to bring him to climax twice more in this fashion, each time pulling out and spilling uninhibitedly onto his face. Rayne made no effort to resist him.

Jabez knew full well how much he loved to give head. Just as much, if not more, Jabez Everman loved to receive it. 

When Rayne Wylde had satisfied him orally three times, Jabez rewarded him. Laying the lovely young Vampire down on the bare boards of his apartment floor, he tugged up Rayne’s skirt roughly, lifting his knees and exposing his arsehole. Intimately he explored his lover with his fingers and tongue, flickering, probing and teasing between Rayne’s cheeks and over his bared scrotum, licking and kissing and finally tongue fucking that deliciously tight hole. Rayne pulled on the straps around his wrists and ankles, spreading his legs wider and groaning with longing as he received the rimming of his life. Jabez squeezed and rubbed his hard young prick as he tongued the initiate’s ring, then began to finger it too, thrusting his forefinger into his sex-mate’s rectum until it caressed the smooth bud of his prostate gland. He teased that sweet, tormenting place deep inside him; pulling out just as Rayne sighed that his balls were about to explode. Jabez let the younger Vampire cool down then began the frigging again with two fingers. Three times, he brought his lover to the brink, the final time using all four fingers inside him. 

Rayne lay under him, panting and protesting as he withdrew his hand. By now the young singer was virtually ready to beg for relief. His mate encouraged him to do so, rubbing the head of his long hard tool between Rayne’s smooth, white arse cheeks.

“Oh God! Fuck me!” Rayne implored, trying to wriggle himself onto his lover’s erection. “Please, god…Jabez! I need it so much. I want your cock in me. I’ll do anything you want. I just need you to fuck me and get me off. I need to cum so bad!”

Jabez sprawled over him, kissing and licking his neck and throat, biting his nipples and rubbing his cock until he whimpered with need. He tasted good; hot and desperate. The Everman was intensely aroused. Roughly he turned his young mate onto his belly and forced him down on his knees with his shoulders and one cheek flat to the boards. Urging Rayne’s legs open wide, he gripped the beautiful young male by the balls and held onto them as he urged the head of his sex into the youngster’s snug, un-lubricated passage. Rayne yelped incoherently. 

His huge, powerful mate reached around him with the other hand and held him by the cock as he began to ram his unfeasibly impressive length firmly up the lean, young singer’s hot, tight passage. Rayne kept screaming until his mate gripped him by the throat and pulled him up from the floor so that he was sitting in Jabez’s lap, forced to ride his long, hard, throbbing manhood. 

The singer’s cries softened gradually to strangled whimpers of pain and pleasure as he knelt astride his lover’s muscular thighs, urged up and down gently by the ancient Vampire’s strong grip on his neck and crotch. The massive organ that breached him, caressed his insides persistently as Jabez manoeuvred him steadily to his knees, then drew him back down again to sit in his groin; his monstrous tool buried completely within Rayne’s quivering body. 

He held his lithe young mate there, motionless for a little while; completely conscious of the throbbing behemoth within him. Rayne uttered a tiny, helpless moan of astonishment. The singer was swallowing hard, wriggling in his firm embrace. Each struggle set Jabez on fire with need. It had been an age since he had felt such hunger for another unliving creature. If he moved so much as a centimetre into the young Vampire straddling him, he knew that his balls would melt into a surging river of unstoppable white lava. 

Wrapping his arms around Rayne’s body, he buried his face in the tumble of raven-silk hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him passionately there. Jabez knew how sensitive his lover was in this area, just as he knew that the caress of a hot, wet tongue beneath the lowest tip of the tailbone was utterly irresistible to his delicious young sex-mate. His fingers stroked the supple, black leather that moulded itself to Rayne’s lean, heaving body. Although he did not strictly ‘need’ to breathe, Rayne always seemed to lapse back into old habits when he was stressed or intensely aroused. Tonight he had been prey to both.

Rayne Wylde sank back in his lover’s powerful embrace as the vigorous pounding in his stretched and twitching anus slowed and stilled. Every time Jabez Evermann mounted him, he thought to himself that surely he would be used to the size of his Sire’s immense cock by now. Each time he was proven cruelly wrong. It invariably took several minutes for him to become accustomed to the massive length and girth of his mate’s throbbing tool. On more than one occasion, Jabez had entered, fucked and pulled out of him before he was properly acclimatised. 

“Are you okay?” he exhaled as Jabez folded around him, almost motionless save for the whisper of his soft, cool, searching lips on the back of Rayne’s neck and the spidery caress of his fingertips. 

“Very much so.” Jabez breathed the words onto his skin, making him shiver. As he did so, the older, larger Vampire gasped very softly and appreciatively. His strong, skilful hands slithered down over the warm, sable leather and dipped between Rayne’s naked thighs, parting them a little further and stroking the smooth skin between the fork of his crotch and the tops of his silk stockings. “I am extremely stimulated, in truth. And insanely jealous of your mortal lover.”

“You’re bloody mad!” Rayne told him fondly. “Why the hell should ‘you’ be jealous of anyone?”

“Because your ‘Kevan’ has been enjoying you this way for some time, when I have only recently discovered the pleasure,” Jabez whispered with a little shudder of longing. 

Rayne tried to squirm around and look him in the eye, not sure if he was being mocked. Jabez held him steady, wrapping him in a full embrace once more. “Do not move. Not one inch! Or I will be forced to thoroughly inseminate you right now.”

“Dirty old bastard!” Rayne murmured, leaning his head back against the ancient Vampire’s broad shoulder. “You make me feel so fuckin’ good, you know.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Jabez nuzzled his neck and throat tenderly. His mouth and tongue worked slow, wet circles over the younger Vampire’s soft, pale skin until he was lipping at Rayne’s earlobe sensuously. At last he released his grip on the dark-haired man and Rayne Wylde writhed urgently, pulling on the leather straps that restrained his wrists. Had he wanted to, he could easily have pulled free, but for the moment, he was willing to play any game that Jabez chose. If Jabez wanted to fuck him in restraints then he was perfectly happy to go along with that. 

Slowly he began to rise and fall like a well-oiled machine on the piston of his lover’s magnificent sex, incredibly turned on by the sensation of that long, chunky probe pounding deep inside his tight, well-stimulated orifice. His own cock was deliciously hard and leaking a constant flow of cum and Rayne longed to rub himself but had to be content with the gentle friction of the leather skirt against his swollen head as he urged himself up and down on the Everman’s fabulous prick. 

When Jabez eased him forward again and slowly withdrew his still-hard penis, Rayne virtually begged him not to stop. The protest that left his throat was little more than a tormented whimper and his lover ignored it with the ruthlessness of a tyrant. His deft fingers released Rayne’s chafed wrists and quickly adapted the ankle straps into a collar and leash, which he fastened about his mate’s neck as Rayne sprawled on the floor at his knees. 

“Come now,” Jabez said firmly. “Pull yourself together. If you are disobedient I will be forced to chastise you.”

The younger Vampire turned his head, a knowing look in his cool, green eyes. The last time Jabez Everman punished him for some sexual misdemeanour, he had climaxed uncontrollably three or four times in quick succession. His tall, blond lover rose to his feet and tugged on the makeshift leash until Rayne pushed himself to his hands and knees. 

“You will come to heel, or I will have to whip you,” Jabez promised. 

His mate knew that he would keep that promise. On all fours, he followed the guidance of the short leash, keeping his cheek pressed against Jabez Everman’s muscular thigh whenever possible. He was led across the open plan lounge to the foot of the stairs and up the flight to the bedroom on the mezzanine level above. His bed dominated the area; a broad, low-level, cherry-wood frame with four tall, sculpted posts, one at each corner. 

“Get onto the mattress and lie on your back,” Jabez instructed him and he obeyed at once. His lover knelt over him and used the straps to secure his wrists at the nape of his neck so that his hands were fastened tightly behind his head. Satisfied that this was adequate for his purposes, he moved around to the foot of the mattress and located the heavy leather manacles, which had been left there after Ray and Kevan’s last foray into BDSM. 

“Does he enjoy restraining you?” he asked with a small, malicious smile.

“It was just a bit of fun,” Rayne muttered, looking a little embarrassed. “We were just experimenting. Fooling around!”

Tightly, Jabez strapped Rayne’s ankles to each of the foot posts at about waist-height, lifting and spreading his legs and exposing his arsehole and genitals beneath the bunched up leather mini skirt. 

“Does it arouse you?” he enquired huskily. 

Rayne was grimly silent for a moment, then reluctantly he growled; “Yes. Yes it fuckin’ turns me on. Alright!” 

Jabez chuckled. Rummaging in one of the cabinets by the bed he retrieved another pair of stockings, which he used to blindfold his lover. (Rayne did not bother to explain that Kev had left a proper padded blindfold and an assortment of rubber ball-gags in the other drawer.)

“You are so delicious,” Jabez murmured huskily. “And such a sexy young slut, too!”

Kneeling astride the singer’s torso he dangled the head of his heavy sex over Rayne’s slightly parted lips, glossing them thoroughly with his pre-cum. Rayne’s tongue flickered willingly over spunk-covered helm of his lover’s cock, licking and stroking it as Jabez leaned over him and eased his erection slowly between his mate’s full, sensuous lips. The slender, sable-haired Vampire welcomed him in, so vulnerable and trusting in his subservience to the older male. Jabez urged his thirteen, upright inches of pulsing manhood firmly into his lover’s mouth and down his tight, hot throat. Sinking over Rayne, he ran one hand through the singer’s dark hair as the youngster sucked and swallowed willingly. 




Underwear Ch. 02



Doing this with a mortal, he ran the risk of choking his partner before he was halfway satisfied but another Vampire was fair game. Not all of them were able to take him this deeply, of course. The gag reflex was instinctive, even among the undead. Rayne, however, was a professional. He had sucked cock for a living and Jabez knew that he was equal to the challenge. Slowly and smoothly he pulsed, tangling the singer’s dark, silken hair around his fingers and pulling on it hard in time with the thrust of his erect member. Rayne groaned hungrily and his mouth worked the warm, fleshy column expertly as it surged between his lips. Throughout, he was almost completely silent, even when Jabez roughly forced his head back so that he could see how the movement of his cock head expanded the younger vampire’s smooth white throat with every thrust. 

“Would your devoted boyfriend like to watch you doing this for me, do you think?” he purred, thoroughly stimulated by his young lover’s absolute subservience. “Would it make him hot and hard, watching as I force you to swallow my cock?” 

When Rayne just sucked on him harder, he smiled knowingly. 

“Perhaps we should invite him up after all. Strip him and bind him tightly to one of the posts. Gag him so that he cannot interrupt our pleasure, then watch his manhood stiffen as you submit to my needs in front of him. Would that bring him to a spontaneous climax, do you think?”

“'Mmhhuck oooh'!” Rayne swore incoherently, around his slowly pounding sex. 

“Oh… you will,” Jabez promised sweetly, and knelt forward, over him, filling his mouth and throat more vigorously. 

It took only a few minutes of furious thrusting to bring him to the edge of orgasm once more. Jabez withdrew quickly, and even he was panting a little as his prick dripped slow, hot globs of pre-cum into Rayne’s pale, sharp-boned, pretty face. The singer sucked in a long gulp of air as his mouth was emptied and wriggled urgently under him, pulling on the bonds that restrained his hands and feet. 

“Shall I call him?” the Everman whispered at last. “Shall I call your boyfriend and allow him to listen as I fuck you hard on the bed where he normally makes love to you?”

“Don’t you dare!” Rayne gasped, fighting a little harder.

“He means something to you then? I don’t know whether I should be jealous or amused!” Jabez rubbed himself slowly on the younger vampire’s leather-clad torso and belly.

“You bastard! He’s a good person. Don’t you dare hurt him!” Rayne warned, his voice still a husky growl. 

“He would not be harmed, physically. I just wish to discover if he enjoys seeing you used. It would amuse me to fuck you violently in front of him and watch him become aroused.” Jabez bent over him and licked Rayne’s nipples until they stood proud like buds about to burst into bloom. “He enjoys screwing you in restraints. I imagine he would also be willing to share you with me. Have you shown him your pornographic movies yet?”

Rayne shook his head furiously. 

“You fucker! I was serious about that axe, you know!”

“Such a pity,” Jabez purred, apparently unperturbed by this threat. “I’m sure it would excite him just as it excited me. It was most enjoyable, watching you submit to all those greased, muscular, stimulated men.”

He removed his mate’s blindfold and reached for the telephone. When Rayne swore at him virulently, he set it aside for a moment and searched in the drawers for a suitable gag, forcing the large, bright red rubber ball between the young vampire male’s dangerously sharp teeth and buckling the strap tightly behind his head. 

“Mmmmh…mmmph…mmmm!” Rayne protested, thrashing and struggling under him as he picked up the receiver once more and selected Kev’s mobile number on the speed dial. 

“Mr Delaney? Ah, hello. You don’t know me, I am a friend of Rayne’s. It would, I think, be in your interests to come promptly to his apartment… Yes, I know. He can be a little overwrought about these things. I’m sure the matter can be settled amicably… No, that’s all right. I will leave the door on the latch for you. Just come right up.”

Rayne glared at him furiously, struggling with bonds that Jabez now tightened and secured. He removed the wrist straps one at a time, binding the younger creature’s slender wrists into padded leather cuffs with four buckles apiece and securing them to the wooden bedframe so that Rayne was tied to the bed with his arms stretched out to either side in a cruciform position. His legs were still raised and spread wide. Jabez lubricated his rectum thoroughly with three fingers whilst he waited for Kevan to return to the apartment. 

He put a greased finger to his lips as they heard a call from down below. Rayne bit down on the gag, moaning indecipherably and fighting the restraints as Jabez slipped away from him, moving soundlessly down the stairs to ambush Kevan.

Creeping up behind the mortal was easy enough. He applied his fingers firmly to the pressure point at the base of Kev’s skull and caught him before he dropped limply to the ground. On the lounge floor, he stripped the man naked, then carried him back upstairs to the bedroom, where he used the remaining buckles and straps to bind him to one of the head posts on his knees, with his arms behind him. Rayne was still fighting the bonds that held him in thrall on the bed with his thighs parted in readiness for sex. Before the mortal came to his senses, Jabez gagged him too. 

Kev stared in disbelief at the scene that met his eyes as his vision cleared and he realised where he was. Ray was lying on his back before him in the most submissive and exciting pose imaginable. He sprawled there with his long legs bound apart, his head turned to face Kev with wide pleading eyes; a large, rubber ball strapped between his glossy lips to keep him quiet. To Kevan’s amazement and pleasure he was wearing the leather basque and mini-skirt, over black suspenders and ripped fishnet stockings. As he struggled on the mattress, Kev became aware of two things, firstly he was also tied up and gagged tightly, but more importantly, he was naked and half-erect.

Now as he watched, a huge, well-muscled blond man came from the shadows and knelt between Rayne’s slim thighs. He too was stark naked and fondling the largest, longest dick Kev had ever seen. He had long, pale blond hair like a woman but nothing else about him was remotely feminine. As Kevan met his dark, golden eyes, the stranger smiled with savage enjoyment, showing sharp, curved dogteeth. There could be no mistaking it; he was a fellow Vampire. 

Kev began to struggle as well, completely in vain, as the huge stranger reached for a tube of lubricant and squeezed it liberally onto his cock, rubbing it languorously over his vast, tumescent member until it stood up hard and proud against his well-muscled belly. Rayne moaned hungrily and tugged on the restraints as their captor prowled forward between his thighs and began to rub the head of his gigantic penis slowly between his bare buttocks.

Rayne turned his face away unable to watch the mingled awe and fear in Kevan’s face as he was spread and probed on the bed. Kev had begun to get hard almost as soon as he came round and registered Rayne’s situation. He supposed it should not have come as a surprise to him. He knew exactly what turned Kevan on and this was it. He groaned softly, deep in his throat as Jabez stroked his thighs and bare arse and urged that hot, rock-hard prick up against his fiercely frigged hole. He was furious, but also excited as only Jabez could get him. The moan intensified and he bit down hard on the gag in his mouth as that fat, slippery cock head pressed on his ring and forced it to yield. A little grunt of astonishment was forced out of him as it popped through the tight circle of muscle and was immediately forced deeper. Cool, powerful hands eased his skirt higher, showing Kev his rising erection as he was slowly and firmly penetrated and fucked.

“He loves this, Mr Delaney,” Jabez purred seductively. “And you love it too, don’t you? You love to see him get impaled this way. What red-blooded man would not?”

Very reluctantly, Rayne turned his head. Jabez was right. Kevan could not take his eyes off his lover’s bare arse, and the sight of that enormous penis pushing its way slowly into him was making his own cock throb and stand upright with no manual assistance at all. There was still an element of fear in Kev’s expression and posture but Rayne could almost taste his guilty pleasure in the show that Jabez had staged for him. 

He groaned quietly as the Everman pulsed deeper and harder, sinking further into him with every thrust. In spite of the straps that bit into his wrists and ankles, the sensation of being filled slowly by that magnificent hard-on was incredibly stimulating. He had been bound and ‘raped’ by less attractive assailants, he supposed. Sinking his extending fangs into the rubber ‘bit’ of the gag in his mouth, he arched his back and tried to force himself downward urgently onto his lover’s cock. This morning as he and Kevan argued about women’s clothing he could never have imagined that the day would turn out to be so bizarre. Or so satisfying. 

And he was certainly getting thoroughly satisfied. As was Kevan.

Rayne let his head roll to one side, facing the embarrassed mortal. Kevan Delaney’s dick was rock hard and throbbing. Copious rivulets of pre-cum oozed from the exposed glans and trickled down his shaft like melting icing on a spar of hot, purple wedding cake. He was overwhelmed by his own desire to take Kev in his mouth and suck him off. As Jabez knelt over him and began to pound him harder, he looked his beautiful Sire directly in the eyes, trying to somehow convey his hunger without words. 

Jabez made him wait. The ancient Vampire bucked the whole length of his impressive tool into Rayne’s submissive body as Kevan watched and struggled, visibly eager to take his own turn between Ray’s legs. On the bed, Rayne Wylde writhed and moaned at the intense tingling pleasure that coursed from his violated fundament to his tight, throbbing balls. It was like having a child’s arm thrust up his arse, punching his prostate. He keened desperately as each stab took him closer to orgasm, unable to touch or pleasure himself. 

When all three of them were on the brink of release, Jabez knelt back with a long sigh of pleasure and suppressed satisfaction. Very slowly and tormentingly he withdrew, then carefully unfastened his captive’s ankles. Kevan was staring at him in bewilderment and no little disappointment. Rayne was hyperventilating quietly on the bed, stunned and cheated. 

“You enjoyed watching that, did you not?” Jabez purred, eyeing the mortal lasciviously. 

Kev nodded, rather awkwardly, still embarrassed.

“But you would like to use our little slut, also? It would please you to feel ‘her’ struggling beneath you as you force yourself into her tight young hole?”

Rayne closed his eyes so that he could not see Kevan’s eager face. His boyfriend was keen to do just that. Gently, Jabez removed the gag and unbuckled his wrists. 

“Bastard!” Rayne hissed at him softly and viciously. 

“Now, now,” Jabez admonished in a good-humoured tone. “Can you not see how much pleasure you give your friend?” He stroked a hand through Rayne’s hair and closed his fist tightly in the singer’s unruly mane, pulling him to his knees. “Mr Delaney, would you like to feel our little slut’s hot, dirty mouth on your hard cock?”

Kevan nodded rather too quickly. Rayne fired a filthy look at him and his cheeks flushed conspicuously. Then Jabez was hauling him across the mattress to kneel in front of Kev and urging his face down into the mortal’s hot, hairy crotch. 

“You wanted to fellate him,” he reminded Rayne in a husky whisper as he guided the man’s hard on between his Fledgling’s lips and pushed the singer’s dark head down into Kevan’s groin. “Suck him off, or I will be forced to whip you soundly.”

Kevan was hard and throbbing in his mouth as Jabez held him by the hair and urged his lips up and down on the man’s tool. Kev was still bound and gagged but struggled to thrust in and out of his mouth all the same. Once Rayne got into a steady rhythm, Jabez released his hair and pulled the singer’s arms behind him, using the pair of boot straps to fasten his wrists and elbows together, then pulling up his skirt and probing with his hard cock between the younger vampire’s smooth, pale buttocks. As he rammed himself in once more, Rayne’s head came up and he cried out in very real pain. 

Kevan whimpered, deprived of the warm, sucking sensation briefly, until Jabez gripped his lover’s tangled hair and forced his head back down. 

“This is your last warning,” he growled softly to the beautiful young man who knelt between them. “If you resist us again, you ‘will’ be tied to the bed and whipped until you bleed.”

The threat, coupled with the sight of Jabez Everman’s enormous cock violating Rayne’s arsehole close up, was enough to make Kevan spurt hard without losing his erection. He gazed down gratefully as his spunk dripped from the gorgeous young vampire’s sucking mouth. His eyes travelled further along the young man’s leather clad back to watch eagerly as Everman’s gigantic, glistening penis pumped Rayne’s vulnerable arsehole harder and faster. He bucked his cock upward rapidly into his lover’s sexy mouth, massively turned on by the way his mini-skirt was pushed up above his skinny hips, revealing his suspenders and stocking tops. He was unable to get his tightly bound arms under him so his pretty face rested in Kevan’s crotch, making it easier for the mortal to fuck his mouth as Everman simultaneously buggered him with that enormous knob. 

Kevan felt the huff of his mate’s hot breath then Rayne moaned without words and his slender body quivered with ecstasy. Something hot and wet splashed Kev’s knees and thighs as the young vampire climaxed for them both. As his lips parted in a gasp of delight, Kevan filled his mouth with a thick, pearly rope of sticky cum, that trickled over his full, pale lips and down his chin. 

Rayne cried out involuntarily as his balls yielded to the vigorous pounding and he spurted helplessly all over Kevan, who did not seem to mind. His cock was still twitching urgently as Kev responded in kind, delivering a second gush of hot, spicy-tasting spunk into his mouth. If anyone had told him earlier that being forced like this would get him so hot, he would have laughed them out of town. It had been years since Rayne Wylde had played the submissive for more than one man. Now he could not believe how horny he was. When Jabez gripped his hips fiercely and pulled his bare bum back hard into that thrusting crotch, impaling him fully on his thirteen and half inch cock, he almost whimpered with disappointment that it was over so soon. 

The heat of Everman’s climax filled his rectum like a river of lava. Jabez crouched over him, keeping that fabulous prick in him for as long as he could, then slowly backing out of his throbbing anus, leaving Rayne feeling empty and forlorn. The younger vampire sank down on the bedcovers, still tightly bound and vulnerable. His lovers’ cum cooled and dried on his bare skin. 

Above him, Jabez and Kevan exchanged a long, appreciative ‘look’. At last, Jabez climbed off the bed and released the mortal, unfastening the gag, to Kev’s infinite relief.

“That was amazing,” he panted, shaking his head. 

“Immensely satisfying,” Jabez agreed. “I congratulate you on training her so thoroughly as your submissive.”

Kev shook his head some more. “I’ve never dared to take it as far as this.”

“Perhaps now you will do so more often,” Jabez purred. 

“I think Ray would kill me,” Kev grinned warily. 

“I am here, you know. I’m not deaf!” Rayne reminded him in a small, exhausted voice. 

“I think you will find that she responds to a firm hand,” the Everman said, ignoring this protest. “If you handle her firmly, she invariably learns that submitting to rough anal penetration can be very rewarding.”

“Oh, I know that,” Kevan chuckled. 

“Just you wait ‘til I get you on your own,” Rayne warned him. 

Jabez stroked the young vampire’s sable hair fondly. 

“Not just yet, my darling. Not until we’ve seen you stretched out on the bed in that fetching gymslip which Kevan has hidden away in the back of the closet!”

Kev blushed, wondering if the big blond bloodsucker could read his mind. Which was exactly what Jabez had done. 

“You bastard!” Rayne hissed softly at him.

“Now, now,” Jabez soothed, with a fanged smile. “Behave yourself or we’ll have to spank you before we get you dressed.” He glanced at Kev. “Do we have some sexy yet virginal undies for our little schoolgirl slut?”

“I’ve got her the very thing,” Kevan exclaimed enthusiastically. From a drawer beneath the closet he produced a long, narrow box containing a tiny white lace bra with silicone filled cups, a pair of brief, white lace knickers with a full crotch and a slit in the back to allow anal access and a pair of white silk stockings together with a matching suspender belt. 

“Ohhh, you have got to be joking!” Rayne groaned, shaking his head. 

Jabez smiled thinly at him. “Would you prefer it if I were to hold you down on the bed while Kevan spanks you hard?”

A glance at Kev told him that the mortal was quite keen on this idea. Rayne scowled and snatched up the underwear recalcitrantly. They both watched as he stripped off (Kev helped him to remove the basque, which was quite a relief to take off) and put on the flimsy white garments. Then Kev dressed him in a very short, grey, pleated skirt and a tight white blouse with a low neckline. He fastened a school tie loosely under the collar and pulled it down to just beneath the front clasp of the white brassiere. Rayne owned a pair of silver hi-top trainers, which set off the ensemble quite sweetly. 

“What a sexy young thing you are,” Jabez remarked lazily. He was sprawled naked on the bed, watching all of this and stroking his penis slowly. His long, circumcised cock was fully hard in his hand. 

Kevan got dressed but left his underpants off and did not zip his fly. His own cock was half-hard again from helping Rayne to dress and now he said; “Oh, Miss Wylde is a virgin, aren’t you my lovely?”

Rayne gave him a cryptic glance, but nodded once. They had played this game before. Kev liked him to pretend that he was in his early teens and ripe for deflowering. He had never done so dressed as a little girl, however. To round off his suspicions, Kevan fished out a hockey stick from under the bed and grinned at him.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” Rayne demanded, frowning at it sceptically. 

“Use a little lube and your imagination!” Kev winked at him. 

Jabez grinned ferally at the astounded expression on his Fledge’s face. Kev said; “This is the game. You’re in your room, um… exploring yourself with your hockey stick. We’re gonna watch you getting off for a little while, then we’re going to come in and punish you and teach you how to be a proper teenage slut for both of us.”

“In. Your. Dreams.” Rayne said vehemently. Before either of them could protest, or restrain him again, he was gone. There were 'some' advantages to being a Vampire, after all. 

In the lobby he quickly swapped his gymslip for jeans and a shirt, wrapping himself in a long coat before setting out into the sharp, cold Manchester night. He would give them a couple of hours to get bored and vacate his apartment, then come home and have the locks changed. 

Rayne Wylde was half way down Canal Street and feeling distinctly pleased with himself when he realised that he was still carrying a hockey stick over one shoulder!



Underwear Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Under Orders

© sadierosebermingham 2004/5

"I am 'not' givin' you a key, that is my last word on the subject!" Rayne Wylde did not look up from the broadsheet newspaper spread out in front of him. His dark hair tumbled forward obscuring his pale features and he ran long fingers though it absently, resting his cheekbone against the palm of his hand and propping his elbow against the lip of the table. Sunlight glanced off the fine, silvery frames of the sunglasses perched within the nest of his mane and shimmered off the ripples of his black silk shirt, casually open at the neck, the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. His slim, black denim-clad legs were crossed lightly at the knee and he tapped the tapered toe of one boot to an inaudible soundtrack in his head as he pretended to read. 

Across the café table, Kevan Delaney sighed gustily and tugged on the collar of his pale blue shirt, wishing he had elected to wear something cooler than the charcoal coloured wool suit to work today. Even with his jacket off and hanging over the back of the chair, he could feel the sweat beginning to run down his back. Of course, the sight of Ray looking so fucking delectable was enough to make any hot-blooded man perspire. He loosened his second best tie and unfastened one button, reaching for the condensation beaded pint glass by his right hand. 

"I still 'aven't forgiven you for last time!" 

Kev shifted at the memory this roused; a gorgeous mental image of his Vampiric lover stretched out on the bed between himself and the young Vampire's hot, blond-haired sire, Jabez Evermann. Rayne had refused to speak to him for two weeks afterwards. He even had the locks changed and the alarm code altered on his inner-city crash pad. 

"I can't help how I feel about you," Kev protested weakly. "You do something to me, Ray. I can't fight it."

"Try!" the Vampire suggested without lifting his head. "I'm not your bloody girlfriend. I wish you'd stop treating me as if I was eighteen years old!"

"I just want to spoil you," Kevan muttered, taking a pull on his pint and scowling along the relative quiet of sun-kissed Canal Street. It was still early morning, but he had been working since four am and it 'felt' like lunchtime. Rayne took a sip from the cup of cooling black coffee beyond the edge of his paper and set it back in its saucer without moving his eyes from the page in front of him. 

"You've been 'not reading' that article for ten minutes now," Kev pointed out. "Are you gonna carry on punishing me until I have to go back to the office?"

"I'm not doing anything. You're punishing yourself," the Vampire told him crisply. His soft, husky, Kentish accented voice made Kev ache to taste the lips that spilled those casually cruel words. 

"I want to take you out for dinner," he declared more adamantly. "To apologise."

"I thought that was what you were doing now." Rayne exhaled the words wearily. 

"Tonight, I mean. Properly." Kevan leaned forward on the table and rustled the corner of his lover's newspaper. "To a restaurant, me and you. Together."

Rayne's head came up slowly and he peered through his sable forelock at the mortal almost sleepily. Long, black lashes framed a stare like green ice. The tip of his upturned nose protruded through the silk of his hair and Kev resisted the urge to kiss it. 

"I miss you," he said instead. 

"Don't be ridiculous!" A mildly cynical smile twisted Rayne's full, seductive lips briefly. 

"I want to take you home right now and make love to you," Kevan breathed, refusing to avert his own cloudy blue eyes. "I've got a present for you. A surprise."

"If it involves dressing up, I'm not playing," Rayne's lips parted. There were fangs behind that smile, just in case his mortal companion had forgotten what he was messing with. 

Kev sat back slightly, but he did not look away. Sometimes it was easy to put out of his mind just what Ray was. His tiny, slender frame and apparent vulnerability were powerfully deceptive. Kevan Delaney had watched him kill. It was not a pretty sight.  

Sometimes, however, when the other man was curled up in his arms and he could touch his lips to the smooth, cool skin at the nape of his neck and bury his face in that sleek, black hair, he allowed himself to believe that Rayne Wylde actually needed him for more than blood and sex. He even convinced himself.

"You're such a fox, Wylde!" he said, with a shake of his head. Sitting back from the table he lifted the glass to his lips and drained it steadily. "I've got to go. I'll come by for you at seven, okay?"

"You're presuming I've said yes." The Vampire looked up at him as he rose, that odd little smile still quirking his mouth upward at the corners. His heart-shaped face was porcelain-pale in the sunlight and those astonishing eyes glittered dangerously. 

"You can't resist me," Kev told him, winking knowingly. 

"Seven's early." Rayne sat back and folded his arms. The light glittered off the silver ring on his index finger and the heavy curb chain around his left wrist. 

"You won't be ready, you never are. The table's booked for nine-fifteen. Chiaroscuro. You like Italian, don't you?" He was already moving off, if he lingered, the urge to go back and kiss Ray hard would completely ruin his efforts to remain casual about this whole proposal. And Ray would not be impressed, which defeated the object of his coming here. "I'll see you then."

"I suppose so," the Vampire sighed, and returned to his newspaper. 

He pretended to read until he could be sure that the big fellow was out of sight, then folded the paper up and sat back with a little frown on his handsome face. Saying 'no' to Kev Delaney was like putting a Labrador puppy into a bag with several large rocks and throwing it into the canal. He could not understand it for the Unlife of him. He was Undead. He did not feel 'sorry' for mortals. As time went by and more of his friends passed away or slipped out of his acquaintance, he had hardened his heart against such things. Once, when Jabez had told him that this was how it would be, he had argued strenuously against the older, more experienced Vampire but now he wondered at himself. 

Killing would never easy, but he could do it without throwing up afterwards these days. And there were plenty of people out there for whom death was simply too merciful. Kev was a different matter. He was a big, warm-hearted, bumbling idiot of a man and, for the first time in many years, Rayne felt protective towards another soul. More than that; he felt cherished. 

It should have been a good feeling, but Rayne Wylde was only disturbed by it. 

THE EVENING>

He changed his clothes several times between six and seven o' clock, posing in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror like a teenager on her first date. The first attempt felt too formal, he was not accustomed to wearing a suit and the material was stiff and restrictive. The loose, flowing neckline of the shirt he replaced it with was too feminine. Kev would love it but Rayne was less comfortable. The black elastane-lace tee-shirt was see through and he dismissed it after a few moments of posing as inappropriate for a restaurant environment. He was wearing sable satin trousers that hugged his skinny hips and lean thighs, and a gauzy, muslin shirt in smoke-grey when the intercom buzzed through from the hallway. 

Kev lumbered up to the lounge with several carrier bags, all from exclusive designer outlets, tucked under one arm. He wore a dark, linen two piece suit and a cream-coloured, round-necked shirt with no tie. It looked good on him and showed off the tireless work he had been doing in the gym since they met. Rayne experienced a little frisson of pride at the achievement he had motivated. Short, dark red curls were slicked back from the mortal's high forehead with sculpting wax and he smelled delicious. 

"Whassat?" Rayne wanted to know, pointing to the bags, which his companion dropped onto the leather sofa in the living area. 

"Little pressie," Kev told him, grinning from ear to ear. "I thought you could wear 'em tonight."

The Vampire's pale eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he parted the folds of one, small, paper carrier carefully and peered into it. A blue, tissue-paper parcel lay innocuously in the bottom. A very tiny little parcel. Carefully he lifted and unwrapped it. The black silk spilled out into his hands and he held it several ways up before deducing that it was an incredibly minuscule, virtually backless dress. The shoulder straps were ribbon thin and set with tiny little diamante pieces. 

"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked in a carefully neutral voice. 

"You could try it on," Kev was keeping his distance. Rayne Wylde almost heard him mentally calculate how long it would take him to reach the door if his plan backfired on him. 

"I am 'not' going out in this!" Rayne informed him flatly. 

"There's a coat," Kev suggested helpfully. 

The largest of the bags did indeed contain a three-quarter length, fake fur coat (Kev was not mad enough to suggest that he wore a real one, he knew his lover at least so well by now). It was mostly white with a peppering of black strands that shifted and intensified depending on how the material moved. He stroked it as if it was alive. The fur was soft and warm under his hands. 

"What the hell is going on here?" he whispered to himself. 

"I'd love to see you in it. Even if you decide to wear something else. Please." Kev gazed hopefully at him. "No funny business. Only... it's important. I'll tell you why when we get to the restaurant."

"Why can't you tell me now?" Rayne glanced sidelong at him, immediately suspicious. 

"Trust me," the mortal implored. 

"Why 'should' I?"

"Because... because I love you," Kevan stood his ground but Rayne felt himself sway slightly. It was what he had been dreading ever since this fiasco began. Three little words, the words that had driven him away from countless lovers. "I lo..."

"I 'eard you." Rayne cut him off sharply. "You don't have to say it again."

"I know you don't feel the same," Kev ventured sadly, resting a demonstrative hand on his chest. "But it doesn't change what's in here, Ray." 

"You 'think' you love what you 'think' I am, but... I'm 'not' that person, Kevan," the Vampire growled softly. "Even dolled up in dresses and stockings, I'm not the person you think I am!"

Kev had come closer as he spoke and now he touched a tentative hand to Rayne's cheek. 

"I know. I understand more than you think," he said gravely. "I'm asking a favour of you now. Do this for me tonight. Wear this tonight and I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want. I know I embarrass you, Ray. I know you don't love me, that you think I'm a joke."

"I don't think that!" Wide green eyes darted to meet the mortal's injured expression. "I 'never' thought that!"

"You are so beautiful," Kev whispered, stroking his face tenderly. "I must have been out of my mind to think that someone like you could even give half a damn about someone like me."

"No..." Rayne closed his mouth, unsure what to say. He looked down at the cascade of faux-mink in his hands and swallowed his pride. 

It took him a little under an hour to get the outfit on. The basque top was low cut at the back and full-cupped to give him the hourglass shape that the clingy, black silk dress required. The skirt was loose and drifted against his thighs like a soft breeze. Beneath it, black-silk stockings attached to the suspenders hanging down from his basque and the knickers were black lace with embroidered roses and a thong back. Kev had brought shoes to go with the dress, little strappy kitten heel mules all glittering with sparkling stones. The mortal knelt and fastened the ankle straps as Rayne perched in front of the mirror on his dresser and attended to his makeup. He twisted his shaggy hair up into a knot at the back and fastened it with a glittery bulldog clip. 

Kev returned from the living room with another bag and presented him with three little boxes, one after another. The necklace and earrings were pure art deco, a diamante collar with a single, shimmering dropper that sat in the hollow of his clavicle and two cascades of tiny stones that hung from silver wires through his earlobes. 

"They're so heavy," he whispered. "I daren't move my head. I'll take someone's eye out!"

Kev said nothing, only kissed the back of his neck and the bare skin between his shoulder blades. He opened the smallest box and knelt down between his lover's knees. Glossy lips parted in a silent 'Ohh' as the Vampire stared at the contents of the little box in his hand. The diamond was a solitaire, in a white gold setting, a stunning square-cut stone held in place by four delicate claws so that it looked as if it was suspended in air.

He took Rayne's left hand gently and murmured; "I hope it fits. It should do. I measured your finger to be on the safe side."

"You did 'what'? 'When'?" Rayne stared at him. 

Solemnly, Kevan removed the ring from the box and slid it onto his third finger where it sat loosely, but was kept from slipping off by the Vampire's knuckle. 

"My pinkie ring fits your ring finger almost perfectly," Kev admitted. "I tried it when you were asleep once."

"How long have you been plotting this?"

"Since I met you," the mortal confessed. "God Ray, you look so beautiful. You remind me of a young Liz Taylor, sitting there like Cleopatra. I want you so much."

He rose to his feet and unfastened his pants. Rayne looked helplessly from the diamond on his slender finger to the stiffening hard-on pushing its way free of his companion's trouser fly. 

"We'll be late," he said weakly. 

"It's not half eight yet," Kev reasoned, stroking the back of his neck encouragingly. He parted Rayne's legs with his knees and stood between his thighs, drawing the Vampire's full, glossy lips onto his cock head. "I want to give you a little apéritif, gorgeous."

Rayne closed his eyes as Kevan's fat, spunk-jewelled prick eased between his teeth and rested on his tongue. He licked the underside of it tenderly, stroking the ridges of his lover's rolled back foreskin, tasting the salty stream of pre-cum in his mouth. He was very conscious of the diamond on his finger as he began to suck Kev's throbbing cock, taking it all the way into his mouth and nuzzling the musky heat of his mate's hairy crotch. 

Kevan cupped the singer's pretty face in both hands and began to thrust enthusiastically into the wetness between those hot, pouting lips. Rayne sucked on him obediently. He loved giving head, by his own confession and Kev was all too happy to oblige him in that respect. Rayne was the only lover he had ever had who would deep throat him willingly and he was already hard and throbbing from watching the young man get dressed. This was not going to take him long at all. 

"Pull your skirt up and stroke yourself, angel," he panted now, bucking hard against the back of Rayne's throat, feeling the tightness of his oesophagus around the head of his thrusting cock. "I want to watch you in the mirror."

The Vampire slid a hand willingly into his panties and freed his own, rising sex. One of the claws on his ring caught in the lace and he swore incoherently around the tool in his mouth, struggling to free himself and jerk off. At last he resorted to his right hand and rubbed his prick awkwardly, unused to masturbating this way. It had the desired effect on Kevan, who came in his mouth almost instantly; grinding his crotch into Rayne's face as the first hot spurt of semen left his nuts, then half withdrawing so the Vampire could swallow his cum greedily. 

"Oh you dirty girl," he panted. "You've missed my cock in your mouth, haven't you?"

Rayne fired a withering look at him through his lashes, licking his lips as Kev's erection subsided and slipped out of him. The mortal knelt down now and freed his ring hand from the tangle of lace, tucking the Vampire's half-hard cock back into his knickers. 

"Come on, my love. That'll keep me hot, thinking of you sitting there in the car with a boner in your panties," he teased. 

"You are a cunt," Rayne told him acerbically. 

"And you are my slut. And a gorgeous slut you are too!" Kev winked at him.

CHIAROSCURO

Kevan parked the Saab on yellow lines outside the little restaurant in the financial district. At once he sprang out of the car and hurried around to open the passenger side door, holding out his hand to the reluctant Vampire within. Rayne's long fingers felt cold against his palm and there was more than a hint of trepidation in his lover's pale eyes as he hesitated there, clinging to Kevan's hand like a child. 

"I can't do this."

"'Course you can," Kev assured him breezily. "You 'know' you can. You know how bloody fabulous you look, Ray! Get up here and give me a kiss."

Warily, Rayne allowed himself to be coaxed from the security of the vehicle, onto the pavement. In spite of the enveloping warmth of the fur that wrapped him up from his neck to just above his knees, he still felt naked; exposed. In the long, smoked-glass windows he caught a glimpse of his reflection and felt sick with a sensation he recognised belatedly as stage-fright. It had been years since he had cause to feel this way and he shivered miserably. 

Kevan's mouth was hot and needy on his own and the randy mortal eased groping hands inside his coat and tried to pull up Rayne's skirt as they kissed against the side of the car. At once the Vampire pushed him away. 

"Don't!"

"I can't help it," Kev was grinning at him enthusiastically. "I just can't wait to get you home and fuck you!"

"Can we just do this and get it over with?" Rayne insisted through clenched teeth. "Better still, can we go home and fuck 'now'?"

Kev patted his fur-clad backside encouragingly. 

"I've booked the table," he said as if this negated all his companion's arguments. "Go and let them know we're here, love, while I park the car."

He had jumped back into the Saab and was turning the engine over before Rayne was able to find the words to curse him. Fuming silently on the pavement as the mortal drove away, Rayne Wylde briefly considered walking off and not coming back, but it would take him a good twenty minutes to walk home in these heels. Longer, if he skirted the Gay Village!

Taking a deep, unnecessary breath, the Vampire pushed his hands into the pockets of his abundant mock mink and took a couple of steps towards the door. It was opened for him before he reached it and an efficient, black-clad maitre-d ushered him inside and offered to take his coat. Rayne smiled rather awkwardly at him and allowed the fellow to slip the outer garment from his shoulders and hang it up for him. 

"Signorina, you have a booking?" he enquired politely. "Only we are fully booked this evening."

Rayne cleared his throat. His voice still sounded far too deep and husky in his own ears as he murmured; "Um... Delaney. My – uh – partner, he's... um... just... coming."

'Probably true... Bastard!' the little voice in his head added snidely.

"You would like a drink while you wait?" the maitre-d prompted, steering Rayne carefully to a seated area beyond the bar and keeping his expression perfectly neutral. 

If he had been mortal, Rayne's cheeks would have been crimson by now. As it was, he still felt a flush of unaccountable heat spread across his pale face. He was quite sure that this inscrutable Italian had seen right through him, even if he was too well trained to let it show. 

"Erm... vodka and tonic, please," he mumbled, lowering his head and clasping his hands together in his lap. 

As the Maitre-D returned to the bar, the door opened, allowing a rush of cold air into the foyer. Rayne glanced up, hoping to see Kevan come to his rescue, but the man who came into the restaurant was taller and slightly older. His hair was still thick, but turning white and receding from his forehead. He wore an expensive, but understated taupe suit and greeted the waiters and the Maitre-D affably by name. Rayne heard them apologising that they had no tables free until much later in the evening. The customer seemed unruffled by this news and asked for a scotch and soda. Whilst the bar tender was fixing his drink, he looked around the restaurant casually. His steady gaze passed over Rayne then came back to him. At once, Rayne Wylde looked away, pretending interest in a vase of lilies standing in the nearest window. 




Underwear Ch. 03



The entrance of Kevan Delaney, who was also greeted in familiar fashion by the staff, saved him. To Rayne's dismay, the white-haired stranger seemed to know Kev too and shook his hand enthusiastically as soon as Kevan had taken his jacket off. Now Kev met Rayne's anxious stare and he smiled quickly and consolingly, holding out his hands in an expansive shrug. Once he had give his drinks order, he came over to the waiting area and sat down, taking Rayne's left hand in both of his own. The other man also joined them, taking the seat opposite and Kev introduced them. 

"Ray, this is my superior, Detective Chief Inspector Donald Frazier-MacCall. Don, my fiancée, Raylene Wilde."

"Delighted to meet you, Raylene," the other fellow declared in a cultured, tenor voice with just the barest hint of Glasgow tenement lurking under the surface. He had a sharp, sun-tanned face, strong-jawed and bright-eyed; a gaze that missed nothing. It roamed over Rayne from his ankles to his eyebrows and a sudden, keen smile split that shrewd mask unexpectedly. "Kev talks about you all the bloody time. Now I can see why."

He leaned forward and Rayne moved to shake his hand but instead it fell upon his thigh, just above the knee and below the hem of his silk skirt. Warm fingers squeezed briefly and appreciatively, then withdrew. 

"Donald can't get a table," Kev was prattling like a schoolchild. "You don't mind if he joins us, do you babe?"

Rayne fired a molten lava glare at him but, conscious of those sharp, dark grey eyes on his face, he managed to murmur; "I suppose not," although he did not sound all that gracious about it. 

"I can't intrude on you two lovebirds," MacCall said, with a shake of his head. He was still smiling knowingly at Rayne though. 

"You're not intruding, sir. Not at all," Kev insisted. "In fact you can help us celebrate. Tonight is our engagement party." 

Rayne's astonished gaze flew to his face but Kev ignored his wordless protest. "Show Donald your ring, darlin'."

He even said it with a straight face. The Vampire gritted his teeth for the second time that night. 'You are in so much trouble, Kevan Delaney', he promised his lover silently. Returning his attention to the other man, he now assumed his best faux smile and dangled the long, pale fingers of his left hand for the fellow's inspection. 

"Lovely," MacCall drawled, his gaze moving quickly upward to Rayne's cleavage and then to his eyes again. "Like the wearer."

It took a very great effort on Rayne's behalf not to roll his eyes at that. He smiled foolishly and played with the solitaire on his third finger, which suddenly seemed to weigh as much as his head. 

Donald joined them for dinner and regaled them with anecdotes throughout the first two courses. Rayne managed to say very little, which was probably for the best in so far as Kev's career was concerned. He affected brittle laughter at the older man's stories of felons he had convicted and, as the scotch and Chianti flowed freely, the women of dubious repute he had encountered. As he related the tale of a notorious Paisley strumpet he had arrested for soliciting and, together with two other young officers at the time, later gang-banged in a holding cell, he laid his hand on Rayne's thigh again and stroked right up to his stocking top. Firmly, but efficiently, Rayne removed his wandering fingers and excused himself. 

Kevan was waiting outside the ladies' when he came out. He looked only slightly repentant. 

"Be nice to him," he implored. "This could be a shot at promotion for me."

"He's obnoxious!" Rayne hissed softly at him. "He can't keep his hands to himself for a minute. What do you want me to do? Suck him off under the fuckin' table?"

"Just flirt with him a bit. He fancies you, that's obvious!" Kev kissed him on the nose. 

"Does he know I'm not a girl?"

"Course not!" Kev said, a bit too quickly for Rayne's liking. He slipped into the gents' before the Vampire could argue though. Rayne contemplated following and making a scene but decided that he had been embarrassed enough for one evening. 

Back at the table, Donald MacCall emptied another glass of Scotch and shifted his chair closer as Rayne sat down again. He put one arm around the Vampire's slim shoulders at once and slurred; "You are a fuckin' beauty, Ray. A fuckin' beauty! No wonder Kev's got his brain in his pants over you!" 

He reached across with the other hand and cupped one of Rayne's silicone-padded bustier cups, massaging it vigorously. Rayne tried to discourage him as discreetly as he could without hurting the guy but his groping hand only moved down to Rayne's thigh again. As the Vampire struggled with him, Donald attempted to kiss him on the mouth and his clumsy fondling rucked Rayne's skirt up almost to his slender hips. Small, strong white hands snapped around his wrists like cuffs, actively pushing him off.

"Woaahh.... He's told me what a go-er you are," the mortal panted now. "I bet you can't wait for him to get your knickers off, can you?"

"Don't even 'think' about it," Rayne warned him huskily. "I don't want to 'have' to kill you in front of people who are eating!"

"You're a tease all right," MacCall sat back a little, surveying the rumpled Vampire approvingly. "I'd like to get your knickers down right here on the floor and satisfy you properly."

Rayne was on the verge of getting up and walking out. It was that or break the guy's neck, he decided grimly. Kevan's hand on his shoulder stopped him as he moved to rise. 

"Everything okay?" he asked cheerfully.

"No," Rayne muttered under his breath. 

"I was just telling your gorgeous fiancée what a lucky man you are," Donald exclaimed rather drunkenly. 

"I want to go home. Now!" The Vampire tilted his head back looking up at Kev imperiously. 

"Lucky, lucky man. She's red hot for you, Delaney. Get her home and bone the girl!" MacCall encouraged him in an undertone. 

Several people looked across form nearby tables, then pretended to be looking at something else.

"I'm going to kill him!" Rayne hissed very softly as Kevan bent over him, touching his lips soothingly to his lover's mouth. 

"Don, I'm sorry. I think Ray's getting one of her headaches," the mortal declared, straightening up. "Could you look after her for me while I go and get the car?"

"No-o-o!" Rayne breathed urgently. "'Kev'!" 

"Of course.... I'll sort out the bill and keep an eye on her for you," MacCall was on his feet too, resting a proprietary hand on Rayne's shoulder. Kevan flashed a quick, reassuring smile at him and was gone. 

Very swiftly and efficiently, MacCall dealt with the bill and returned to their table where Rayne was beginning to feel rather sick. Warm fingers caressed the nape of his neck and the tall fellow murmured; "Come on then, my lovely, let's get your coat on and get you outside. The fresh air will probably do you some good."

Numbly Rayne allowed himself to be helped to his feet and Donald assisted him back into his fur. He wrapped it around himself defensively and the man took his arm and led him to the door. Once they were outside on the street, he realised that it was getting dark. Donald put an arm around him. 

"Do you care about Kevan, Ray?" he asked, unexpectedly sober. 

"Of.... Of course I do." Rayne kept his expression neutral. He did not look at the other man, pretending to scan the road for some sign of the Saab.

"He thinks the world of you. I'm not surprised, either," Don said in a strained voice. "You're a foxy lad, Ray. Hot stuff!"

Now those wide green eyes turned to him at once. 

"You 'know'?" 

A nod was his answer. "You nearly had me convinced, but your boobs don't feel like real boobs and any girl wearing falsies would have gone for bigger knockers than that!"

"Can't I tell you're a detective!" Rayne muttered sarcastically. 

"You'd do anything for him, huh? Even dress as a girl so that he can make out he's a family man?" MacCall shook his head wonderingly. "And a very pretty girly too! Or do you get off on it?"

"No!" Rayne insisted at once. "This is not my idea of a good night out, okay!"

"Does he like balling you in lacy undies?" the older man asked slyly. "Does it get him hard?"

"That's none of your business!" The Vampire tried to extricate himself but Don put the other arm around him and eased him up against the wall in the entrance to an alleyway beside the restaurant. 

"It makes 'me' hard," he said now, pressing his mouth to Rayne's lips, stifling his curses as he reached into the Vampire's coat and stroked hot hands up his silk-clad thighs beneath his skirt. Urgently he rubbed himself against Rayne in the shadows, demonstrating that he certainly was not all talk. "'You' can get him that promotion, you know. 'If' you really are prepared to do 'anything' for him."

Rayne looked up into his dark, clever eyes, privately astounded. 

"You sad, dirty, old fucker!" he breathed slowly, at last. 

MacCall was unfazed. "Alternately, he could go back to pounding the beat. He's upset enough people up here in the Manchester Met to warrant it. What d'you reckon, Ray? How much do you want to help him?"

At that moment, Rayne Wylde was completely disinclined to help either of them. He was fuming silently at Kev for getting him into this situation, and the temptation to give MacCall the knee in the bollocks that he was so asking for was almost unbearable. 

"You touch me again and I'll help 'you' join the fuckin' Eunuchs," he promised vehemently. 

"You've got some spunk, Ray," Don McCall chuckled at him, lips dangerously close to the Vampire's ear. "I'd really love to give you some more. A whole load more, in fact! I bet you're gagging for a good mouthful of cum, aren't you? Kev's already told me how much you love giving head, and how good you are."

He touched the pad of his thumb to Rayne's lips and stroked it back and forth, smudging his lipstick across his mouth. When the young man only bristled at him in silence, he pressed it between those pouting, glossy lips, then withdrew it sharply when Rayne bit him hard. On a public street, the Vampire was not expecting the back handed slap across the face he got for that. It knocked him sideways and he stumbled to his knees in the alleyway.

"While you're down there..." McCall said darkly, unzipping his pants and grabbing Rayne by the hair. "This will only take a moment. Think of it as doing your fiancé a service, if you like. Bite me again and I'll make sure he's sacked by the morning."

Rayne took a quick breath and closed his eyes. His lips parted around the Detective Chief Inspector's long, sweaty tool and the gasps of satisfaction he heard as McCall immediately pumped his mouth hard told him that this would not take long at all. Within a minute the man's big cock pushed deep into his throat and he was gulping down a huge wad of semen as McCall groaned; "Fuck, yeah! Eat it up, you dirty tranny bitch!"

He pulled out just as quickly, letting a dribble of cum run down Rayne's chin into his cleavage and tucked his cock away as he heard the sound of an approaching car. 

"Your carriage awaits, my naughty slut!" he panted, hauling Rayne to his feet and smearing the spilt cum over his lips with his thumb. The Vampire's mouth curled into a snarl that had fangs. Only the sound of Kev's voice stopped him eviscerating McCall then and there.

"Is she all right?" he asked cheerfully. 

"A bit queasy, I think," Don retaliated, stroking a hand down Rayne's back. "Something she ate, I reckon! I'll get her into the car."

Kev waved a hand and gave him the thumbs up.

"We'll meet again, soon," McCall murmured into Rayne's ear as he made a pretence of chivalry by opening the passenger door. "Next time, my pretty slut, I'll fill your tight little shitter up with my hot cum, over and over, while loverboy watches. I can't wait!"

"You'll have to," Rayne said atonally. "Hell's gonna freeze over before I let you get up my arse!"

"Don't be so sure," McCall kissed his cheek and patted his bum as he dropped into the car. He slammed the door hard. 

Kev could not stop grinning at him once they were back in the car. He started the engine with trembling hands and the Saab roared away into the Mancunian night before Rayne had even finished struggling with the seatbelt.

"Your lipstick's smudged," he said.

"I was feeling a bit sick," Rayne answered dully. "I'll fix it."

"No...no, it's fine. It looks sexy," Kev told him quickly. "Kind of loose and whorish, like you've just been kissed really hard."

"Right." Rayne shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. 

"You were fantastic tonight," Kev enthused, shaking his head in disbelief as they powered down the narrow side streets. "You look so hot in that dress, babe. I can't wait to get my hands on you."

As if to emphasise this, he pulled over sharply and unexpectedly into the multi-storey car park at the Great Northern and drove straight up to the top level, though the place was barely half full. Rayne looked incredulously at him.

"What are you doing? I thought we were meeting Dave and Bernard at theirs!" 

"We are... I need to make a little detour," Kevan stopped the car and left the engine running. He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, rubbing it urgently. Rayne's heart sank.

"You dirty bastard!"

"Don't be like that!" Kev stroked the singer's dark hair with his left hand and cupped the back of Rayne's head, drawing it down into his lap. "I just need to feel your mouth on me, baby. I've been rock hard all night just looking at you sitting there all slinky and hot! Wrap those teen whore lips round my head, gorgeous!"

Rayne started to swear at him but the comments were rendered incoherent by the insertion of his lover's erection between his darkly rouged lips, for the second time that night. Kev's chunky cock was hot and spunk-wet in his mouth. He tasted sharp and salty but not unpleasant. Kev's fingers tangled in his hair gripping tightly as he urged his scantily-clad mate to blow him. His hands forced Rayne's head up and down quickly and roughly as his shaft pistoned between the singer's full, glossy lips. 

"Pull your skirt up," he panted huskily. "I wanna look at your knickers and your stockin' tops while you blow me!"

Cursing him silently, the Vampire struggled with his hemline, wriggling the tight, silky garment hip-high as he sucked. Anything to get Kevan off so that they could get out of here. 

He should have guessed that it would not be so easy. Kev had a prodigious appetite for kinky sex. He gave his lover his third mouthful of cum in as many hours, within moments of the singer exposing himself, then turned off the engine and lowered the convertible's roof purposefully. Now he climbed onto his lean, beautiful mate on the black-leather passenger seat. Rayne submitted to his hungry tongue kisses and the hot groping hands that quickly pulled the slinky dress right up to his armpits, exposing the cups of his basque. He moaned as Kev pulled down the cups to bite and lick his nipples, then kissed his naked belly and abdomen. A touch on the lever beside the seat reclined it fully, Rayne sank back with a sigh as Kev's hands, and mouth started to work on his cock and balls through the fine, gauzy material of his panties. The mortal licked the insides of his thighs beyond his stocking tops and spread Rayne's legs insistently. His lips brushed and parted around the singer's left testicle, sucking it through the fine black lace and releasing it to swallow it's neighbour.

Rayne groaned his inarticulate pleasure at this unexpected fondling. His sex was rock hard within the delicate garment and the pulsing, purple head was straining at the dark lace net in which it was caught. Kevan moved deeper, lapping wetly at the t-bar of his thong, moving backwards over Rayne's shaved perineum and into his crack, teasing with his spit-soaked tongue where the black lace strap rubbed over his lover's arsehole, then moving it aside so that he could rim the scantily clad Vampire with his tongue tip and push it deeper into his anus. 

"Oh God!" Rayne panted, sliding one perfectly manicured hand into his panties and gripping his cock firmly. He began to masturbate vigorously, sprawled on the passenger seat of the Saab with one stiletto heel hooked over the steering wheel and the other pressed against the windscreen of the car as Kev tongue and finger fucked him alternately, kneeling between his legs in the seat well. 

After a little while of this delicious foreplay, Kev rose up over him again, his pants around his knees and ripped the Vampire's knickers off forcefully with both hands. He mounted Rayne in silence, pushing his cock between the singer's pale, firm cheeks and rammed it into his spit-drenched, yielding orifice. The Vampire threw his head back with a little yelp of protest as Kev's hard, fat unlubed tool breached him, but he only struggled very weakly and quickly succumbed to the thrusting intruder between his legs. 

It never ceased to amaze him how randy Kevan could be when he wore a dress but even he was startled that the mortal would virtually rape him in a public car park before it was even properly dark outside. Once he had recovered from the initial shock, however, Rayne even began to enjoy it. He had always loved fucking in places where he might get caught and this brought back that old thrill. He moaned and thrashed deliriously under his burly mate as Kev pumped away harder and faster between his stocking-clad thighs. The mortal pulled down the cups of his basque again and licked his nipples as Rayne writhed with pleasure under him. 

The Vampire was rock hard and close to orgasm when his sharp ears detected a distracting noise. It was late and they were on the top floor but he could hear another car approaching over the wet, thrusting sounds and Kevan's passionate grunts of pleasure. 

"Kev..." he panted, pressing one hand against his lover's chest. "Kev... jesus! Someone's comin'!"

"It's me you silly bitch!" Kev tooled him faster, the sweat dripping off the end of his nose as he bucked harder between his lover's lean thighs. "Ohh Christ! You are so tight... so good!"

Rayne began to struggle as another vehicle backed into the space beside them; a dark, four by four, the driver's seat higher than their window. He recognised the avid features in the frame, peering down into the Saab, watching hungrily as they fucked. After a moment or so, Donald MacCall began to quiver and jerk as he stared into the smaller, sleeker car, wanking himself off violently as Kev and Rayne had full sex in front of him. 

"You bastard! You set this up! You 'told' him where you were bringing me!" Rayne slapped his lover hard. 

"He really did think you were a girl, at first, when I showed him your picture," Kev protested. "He kept saying how much he wanted me to arrange a threesome. Yesterday, I told him the truth. I thought it would put him off. I was worried actually, that he'd freak out about me being queer, but he said he still wanted a threesome anyway. He said I'd get that promotion I'm after if I could fix it for him to fuck you." He laughed nervously. 

"Over my d..." Rayne stopped short on the oath. Technically, he 'was' dead, so that was not much of protest. "How could you? Who d'you think you are, Jimmy fuckin' Saville or somethin'? How dare you think you can pimp me to your friends? I'm not a 'whore', Kevan!"

"This will do my career so much good, babe!" Kev pleaded nuzzling his neck and throat as he pulsed more slowly in the singer's tight rectum. "I've been telling him what a good lay you are for weeks. How hot you are in bed... and elsewhere!" 

He kissed Rayne's mouth. The Vampire bit him hard. 

"You bitch," Kevan muttered, wiping the blood from his lips on the back of his hand. 




Underwear Ch. 03



"I ought to wring your fuckin' neck!" Rayne hissed at him. "All of this... the coat, the ring, it was a con to get me to fuck with your boss!"

"No... " Kev pulled his arms around Rayne suddenly. "The ring was serious. I want to be with you, Ray. You're beautiful. I 'meant' that. But it does turn me on watchin' you with other men. I never realised it until Jabez turned up, but that night was so hot! I just want you to get into the Jeep with Don and make him cum like he hasn't cum in his life, while I watch... and maybe fuck your mouth. That's not such a bad thing, is it? You like a spitroast, I 'know' you do! You've told me when I've been screwing you how much you like getting it in both ends at once."

"And if I don't do it?" Rayne glared up at him, not sure whether the emotion he was feeling was hurt or fury. There was a lump growing in his throat and it would not go away. He cursed himself silently for being such a fool. Tonight, when Kevan had shown him that ring... 

Rayne turned his head so that he did not have to look at the mortal. This was ridiculous. He was not in love with Kevan Delaney; the man was simply turning him into a sentimental idiot. If he continued to hang around with Kev his brain would turn to mush and some chancer would probably stake him while he was mooning around like a lovesick tit. He blinked away the threat of tears, determined that Kev would never see him cry.

"I can't 'force' you to do anything," Kevan said forlornly. 

"No..." Rayne stared at his reflection in the window, still thinking; still angry with himself. "Kevan, If I say that I won't, is that it? You get demoted and we're through? Is that the catch?"

"I wouldn't..." Kevan looked stunned. "Ray, I love you. I wouldn't ditch you just because you don't want to fuck someone you only just met! I'm not a monster."

"He threatened to demote you, earlier, when you went for the car. He told me that he could bust you right back down to the streets if I didn't play ball." Rayne told the man quietly, turning his head to look at him now. "I'm mad at you, but not mad enough to do 'that' to you!"

"It doesn't matter," Kevan whispered, kissing his nose gently. He began to thrust again, rocking himself slowly between the Vampire's parted thighs. "Nothing matters but this. Me and you."

Rayne closed his eyes. He wished Kev would stop talking like this. He wished they had never met, then instantly regretted it. Kev had been good to him. It was not Kevan Delaney's fault that his lover had no soul. 

"You should find someone who'll be nice to you," he murmured unhappily into the big man's ear as they quickly and easily slipped into a comfortable rhythm together. "Someone who'll treat you as well as you deserve."

"You're nice to me," Kev chuckled softly. "You're being nice to me now."

"And if I stop being nice and decide to rip out your throat?" Rayne warned grimly.

"At least I'll die cumming!"

Rayne groaned and shook his head. "I'm going to regret this, I know, but... what did you promise him?"

Kev beamed at him lustily. 

"I said I could fix it up for him to help me strip you and spitroast you in femme gear. I told him you were a handful and he said he'd train you to be more submissive for me." 

"You are a cunning bastard!" Rayne told him. 

"You love it with two guys. You liked it when me and Jabez did you on the bed in that bondage gear," Kevan reminded him.

"Your boss is a cunt, though!"

"He's got a big dick," Kev whispered. 

"How the fuck do you know? Does he make you suck it?"

Kev pulled out of him slowly. "Come on baby, make his day. It'll make mine!"

"What do you want me to do?" Rayne sighed wearily. 

"Just take your dress off and put the coat back on then follow my lead," Kev said boldly. 

"You want me to go fur coat and no knickers for him?" 

"No, I want you in a fur coat and no knickers just for me!" Kev winked and squeezed Rayne's balls encouragingly. 

Kevan helped his Vampire lover to strip to his remaining undies and as he stepped out of the car, assisted him into the soft, furry coat. He took Rayne's arm and walked him around to the back of the Range Rover. Donald climbed out and opened the rear door accommodatingly.

"We meet again! Up you come," he said cheerfully, climbing into the back of the big vehicle and pulling Kevan's pretty boyfriend up after him as Kev secured the Saab, then scrambled in too. He pulled the door shut behind them, sealing them in. The rear windows of the car were silvered on the outside so that no one could spy on them. On the floor of the capacious boot area, there was a mattress covered by a sheet of black rubber. Donald knelt down on it, unzipping his fly again and beckoned to him now. "Come on, Ray. Come and sit in my lap."

He pushed his pants down, rubbing his long, erect penis slowly. Rayne watched him with a scowl. It was certainly an impressive knob, a good nine inches long and thick enough to be a decent mouthful, as he already knew from bitter experience. Don unbuttoned his shirt and wanked a little harder. 

"Don't be shy. Take your coat off and come rub those soft white bum cheeks in my crotch. We'll soon make you feel at home, I promise."

Rayne glanced at Kev, who nodded once. Reluctantly he shrugged off his coat and let it fall. Don pulled him close at once, molesting him greedily. He pulled Rayne's hips back against his groin and circled his crotch against the Vampire's bare buttocks. His big penis stood up hard between Rayne's legs. 

"Mmm... you are gorgeous," he breathed in Rayne's ear. "And a bit of a fireball, if Kev's right. I think he's a bit worried that he can't give you enough sex to keep you happy all on his own." Don groped lasciviously between Rayne's thighs. "Is he right, tiger? Are you too horny for him to manage alone? Do you need two big hard cocks to tame you in bed?"

"At least two!" Rayne exhaled sarcastically. 

"I knew it! I knew it the minute I saw you," he crowed, ignoring the irony. "I thought to myself, Don, there's a girl who needs a strong hand. There's a girl who likes to have a couple of randy studs bucking away at her all night. I bet you love being gang-banged, don't you Raylene? You can tell me, don't be shy. You love it up your arse and between your gorgeous slut lips, don't you?"

"You're 'such' a perceptive guy," the slender, dark-haired creature breathed dryly. "And such a 'stallion' as well!"

He rolled his eyes and glanced at Kev with a grimace of disgust. The mortal mouthed; 'I love you'.

'You should'! His lips formed the words slowly and purposefully. Don was already fondling his belly, crotch and thighs. 

"Pass me the lube, Delaney," he instructed cheerfully. "I know you've warmed her up for me, and it's good of you, but it's only fair on the little lady to give her some 'assistance' before she gets a 'real' dick inside her!"

'Wanker'. Rayne mouthed, deadpan. Kev grinned broadly as he bent and rummaged around in the back of the 4x4 and finally passed his superior a crumpled tube of Vaseline. 

"Good man," Don said firmly. "Now, spread that pretty coat out for us and let's see your pretty fiancée stretch out on it and rub her lovely lacy titties in the nice warm fur, yeah? Hold onto her hair, mate. Show her who's boss."

Kev did not look at him this time. His hand was shaking as he pushed Rayne onto the soft, white furry mass. The Vampire buried his face in the yielding warmth and ignored the feel of his lover's anxious fingers, tangled in his sable mane, pressing him down. He squirmed against the fine, fake fur and let it tickle his belly and crotch. His cock stiffened appreciatively and did not even wilt when he felt the sharp-edged nozzle of the Vaseline tube pressed into his ring and the cold, gluey pulse of lubricant that was squeezed into his exposed hole, overflowing copiously and trickling like spittle over his perineum and smooth, white cheeks. 

He moaned resignedly as he listened to the slurping sound of Don lavishing lubricant on his stiff prick with a vigorous hand. The older man panted his appreciation, enjoying the fast, slippery wank between his conquest's firm, pale buttocks. 

"Delaney," he puffed at last. "You might want to fill her pretty mouth up with your cock. Women have been known to scream like banshees when I start to give 'em my dick. Especially when I go in the back way!" He leaned forward as Kev enthusiastically wriggled forward, pushing his crotch into Rayne's face. Don's breath was hot in the Vampire's ear as he whispered; "Don't you dare bite him, you little bitch, or we'll have to sort you out. Tied up and gagged with your own knickers and 'both' our dicks up your arse!"

"You're 'such' a sweetheart," Rayne purred, looking over one shoulder at him with a sickly smile. 

"You won't be joking with me when I drag you up to Moss Side and haul your pretty arse over the bonnet of a car so that twenty randy, big-dicked, black Yardies can bang you stupid!" the fellow hissed breathlessly. He knelt back. "Delaney, shut this mouthy bitch up so I can fuck her in peace before we take her to the gang-bang!"

Rayne opened his mouth to object and was shocked when Kev gripped his hair more tightly and pulled himself between his lover's parted lips. Suddenly he found himself on his shoulders and knees sucking Kev's hot, musky cock, in nothing but his jewellery, a lacy bra, stockings, sussies and high heeled, strappy shoes. 

"Dirty girl!" Don exclaimed enthusiastically, rubbing his slippery erection between Rayne's legs. He positioned his knees between the Vampire's thighs and kept them apart whilst he pushed a slippery finger up Rayne's arse and probed him roughly. "Is she a good little cock-sucker, Delaney?"

"Uhh.... Yeah!" Kev groaned, thrusting harder into Rayne's face. 

"Mmm, I'm getting really hot looking at her giving you that fantastic oral action. Let's see how she enjoys a good length of thrusting man-meat up the back way!" Don chuckled hoarsely and pulled his finger out. The throbbing head of his hard penis pulsed against Rayne's seeping hole twice. The second time it popped into him easily and rough hands seized his hips where they were bare between his stocking tops and suspender belt, pulling him backwards violently. The chunky shaft of his big cock powered deep into Rayne's arsehole with four or five good hard thrusts. 

Incoherently the skinny little Vampire moaned and wriggled against the soft, undulating fur beneath him. In reality he could have beaten both of his assailants to a pulp on his own had he so desired, but he knew from many teenage years as a whore on the streets of London that his struggles only inflamed the desire of certain sex partners. Writhing and fighting under them only got them to a quicker climax inside him. The sexual wrestling bout also got Rayne excited and he bucked and squirmed on the bed of rubber and fur, in the back of Don's car, eager to cum. 

"That looks good Ray," Kev panted, stroking his hair and his neck. "So good! Are you loving it?"

Rayne nodded his head a little faster on Kevan's penis and felt it thrust a bit harder in his mouth as a result. Kev's boss had an enormous knob, there was no denying it. It felt amazing, pounding away against his tingling prostate. For years, after spending much of his teens in thrall to an abusive relative and then on the game, Rayne had denied his love of submissive sex. Much of his denial sprang from a sense of guilt that when his uncle Bryan had been raping him, sometimes he felt arousal. Mostly, he felt pain and fear, but just occasionally the sensation of his uncle's thrusting sex inside him made him hard and once or twice even made him cum.

Now he was erect and dribbling, rubbing his prick eagerly on the soft fur coat beneath him as Don and Kevan fucked him hard. It was even possible to shut out the recollection of Don's boorish behaviour. He closed his eyes and concentrated on their pulsing cocks, sliding a hand under himself, along his belly, closing his fingers around the head of his prick and masturbating rapidly. The head of Kevan's fat, sexy cock, bumped against the back of his throat as he sucked on it and caressed it with his willing tongue. Don's urgently pumping tool faltered briefly, then Rayne felt those hot hands leave his hips and grasp his upper arms pulling them back. He released his cock and Don growled; "Delaney, you wanna teach this dirty little tart that she only gets off from taking a good hard fucking. No touching, no stroking! We're gonna have to tie the bitch up so I can teach her how to 'appreciate' a man's cock. You hold her down."

Rayne struggled but their weight bore him down into the fur. Kevan put his lips to the Vampire's ear and pleaded; "Don't fight it, Ray. He just gets off on the kinky stuff. I won't let him hurt you. You know you can do it." 

Meanwhile, Don quickly produced some leather straps from beneath the mattress. He did not even try to be gentle as he yanked Rayne's arms up behind his back and Kev held him down so that he boss could fasten the buckles tightly. Rayne kicked and snarled at them until the older man rolled him onto his back and slapped him hard across the face.

"Shut it, you mouthy whore! You're here cos Kev reckons you need cock-training and a real man's cum inside you, and by god you're gonna get both!"

"I've had 'enough' now," Rayne said, looking at Kevan meaningfully. 

"I don't think I can stop him, baby," Kev answered plaintively. "Besides... I 'want' to watch him tooling you."

"You heard your boyfriend, sweetheart!" Don was panting hungrily. "You keep this mouthy stuff up and you're gonna get gagged and both our knobs up your pretty arsehole. Then, once we've warmed you up, we're taking you to a house I know in Hulme where the local fellas come by for a good time and we're gonna sell your hole to all comers. Some of these crack addicts can keep it hard all night, you know."

"I'm gonna 'kill' you both," Rayne promised Kevan vehemently. "The fucking I can take. 'His' fuckin' dirty mouth, on the other hand..."

The punch knocked him backwards and he felt small bones in his neck pop and crack as he was thrown onto the outspread fur, bleeding from his nose and lips. The older man kept punching him, landing blows to his body and face until he stopped thrashing and clenched his teeth against the pain. McCall wrenched his ankles apart, lifting and spreading his legs as he mounted the semi-conscious Vampire and penetrated him violently. Two or three savage thrusts buried his hard tool deep inside Rayne's half-naked body and he began to ram himself in and out rapidly as his victim moaned and struggled under him, arms tightly pinioned behind him. He capsized, allowing himself to believe that Kev would not let this bastard get away with something like that. Surely he would call a halt now. Surely!

"Fill her dirty little gob with your love-truncheon and shut the little cunt up!" the older man growled. "I'm sick of listening to her whining. Show the little slag the only thing her lips and tongue are good for."

Kev's hands tilted his head back over the lip of the rubber mattress stroking his face tenderly. Rayne's lips parted in a half smile, hurting and grateful. Moments later he had his lover's erection pulsing in his mouth once more. It was harder to suck him hanging upside down between his legs. He squirmed and cursed indecipherably as Kevan fucked his throat, rubbing sweaty bollocks in his pretty sex-mate's face. Briefly and surreally, he wondered if Kev had not also told his boss 'what' he was. That punch would have broken a mortal's neck, or at least caused some degree of paralysis. He sucked and swallowed in a dream, distracted by the force of the blow. It had been a 'long' time since someone hit him hard enough to make him lose consciousness, but right now he felt on the edge of insentience.

Don's fingers dug into his thighs just above the knees, keeping them pushed back almost to his shoulders and open wider still. He forced himself all the way into Rayne's anus and began to pump it with long hard strokes between his cheeks. The steady, urgent friction there felt good, muted as it was by his dreamlike awareness of his rapist's big, fat, thrusting cock.

"Aaaggghhhh, yeah! This bitch is good!" Don grunted as he slammed his dick in over and over. "No wonder you come into work with a smile on your face, Delaney! If I'd been rodding this tight little slut all night, I'd be grinning like a speed-freak!"

Rayne looked up but could only see the shadowy outline of Kev's hairy thighs and scrotum. His jaws were stretched wide and his head was starting to ache but there was a slow, tingling pleasure rising in his abdomen and groin. He forgot to breathe and lay in a boneless daze, submitting to the hot pulse in his throat and the more violent stabbing in his colon. 

Distantly he registered a cry and then experienced a drowning sensation as his oesophagus filled with heat. The fluid was thick and sticky, running back up his gullet and down his nose. He tried to swallow but he felt faint. The pressure on his face lifted briefly, then a blanket of wet heat splashed his forehead and nose and ran down over his lips and cheeks. He moaned and the slow, sticky, salty river seeped into his mouth. His tongue chased the trickles of cum but he kept his eyes closed. 

The violence between his legs was increasing, as was the urgent buzzing in his balls. He felt gentle fingers on the back of his neck for a moment and a tender, familiar voice murmured; "You look so hot, babe."

"The bitch suits a face-full of cum!" Don panted more gruffly. "I like tooling a slut with spunk in her mouth and hair. Hold her legs, Delaney. Open her tight little-boy-cunt wide for me!"

Rayne felt strong warm hands around his ankles, his knees were pulled back level with his chin and Kev caressed his feet gently, kissing them and sucking his toes as Don impaled him savagely. He was bent over the young man on the mattress, drilling him as if it was the only thing that mattered. 

"Uhhh!Uhhh!Uhhh!!" he grunted as his sex powered in and out of the pretty creature under him. In turn, the Vampire arched his back up off the fur beneath him and cried out long and hard at the explosive sensation of pure, hot pleasure emanating from his own balls.

"Jeeezzz... ohgod!ohgod!ohgod!" he yelped, finding his voice as he climaxed.

"Rrrrggggghhhh...yeah!" McCall's hot breath seared his chest and neck as the older man sagged onto him, pushing himself inside one last, frantic time then releasing his load. "D'you like that, slut?" he huffed. "Feels good, cumming impaled on my dick, does it?"

Rayne closed his eyes. It felt as if a volcano had erupted in his bowels and he was dripping wet and sticky with semen. His ankles were released but he lowered his legs slowly, his body aching without mercy. As he twisted and writhed, conscious of the soft, wet fur beneath his back and shoulders and the dead weight on his chest and belly, a hand gently slapped his face. It was not a violent gesture, more a tentative test of his awareness. 

"Ray!" Kevan hissed softly. "Ray...are you okay?"

He let his eyelids fall back and looked up blearily at the mortal, unsure of anything except the awareness that he was hungry. He smelled heat and blood and his mouth tasted of cum, slightly stale and floury. There was a solid weight on him and he wriggled to get upright now, getting his elbows underneath him, his wrists still strapped together in the middle of his back. As he did so, Don McCall's grey head lolled against his shoulder. 

"Did I kill him?" Rayne tilted his head back, finding Kev's anxious face bent over him now. 

"Uh-uh," Kev shook his head. "He's breathing. I think he just passed out. He was fucking you pretty hard."

Rayne swallowed once or twice, his throat dry and sticky. His head was throbbing and he felt as though a lifetime of cold showers would not cleanse him. 




Underwear Ch. 03



"Get the bastard off me and untie me... 'if' you want to live," he exhaled tremulously. 

Kev quickly released his arms and helped him to get to his hands and knees. He was stroking Rayne's body gently all the time. As the Vampire looked into his eyes through a veil of sweat and spunk-damp hair, he said; "That was fucking awesome, Ray."

"I'll give your arse 'fucking awesome' when we get back home," the Vampire told him grimly, rubbing his arms and wiping a hand over his sticky face. "You guys are filth!"

Kev just stared at him disconsolately. His face wore the masque of a man who knows he has won the booby prize when he wanted the Gold. He said nothing while Rayne bent over Don McCall and fed from him. The Vampire bit him hard and deep in several places, not least of which, between his legs. Normally he allowed enough time between bites for complete healing to take place. This time he did not bother. He did ensure that the bite marks remaining on McCall's body looked distinctly human. 

When he had drunk more than his fill, he stripped the mortal naked and rolled him onto his belly. He peeled off the stockings and brassiere while Kev watched in stunned silence and dressed the mortal in them. They were a tight fit. McCall was taller and broader than Rayne, but they went around him in the end. Using the straps which McCall had bound him with, the Vampire pulled Don's ankles up and bound each one to the opposite wrist, behind his back so that he was trussed like a Christmas turkey.

"Knickers!" he hissed urgently, snapping his fingers at Kev. 

"What?"

"My knickers... what did you do with them when you pulled them off me?" Green eyes looked intently at him. 

"They're still in the Saab."

"Go get them..." Rayne whispered huskily. "Quick, before he comes round!"

He wriggled off the solitaire diamond once he was alone and looked at it long and hard, biting his bloody lips against the sentimental surge of emotion. When Kev returned to the Range Rover, Rayne was already huddled in the fur coat again, holding a roll of electrical tape from the vehicle's toolbox in his hand. Kev handed the Vampire the pair of torn panties wordlessly and Rayne flashed him a malevolent smile, already recovering his senses. Don was coming to as well, struggling and cursing blearily as he realised he could not get to his feet. Ignoring the protests, Rayne stuffed the skimpy garment into Don McCall's mouth, tucking the ring discretely inside it, and bit a strip of black, shiny tape off the roll, plastering it over the fellow's mouth. 

Bending his head he planted a kiss on the strip of tape and whispered; "Ohhh Don... you're so 'big' and 'so' good I can't stand it!"

Don thrashed and grunted wildly at him on the rubber mattress as he realised his predicament, but the Vampire carried on rummaging through the toolbox until he found something fitting his requirements. The multi-head screwdriver had a flanged rubber grip about four inches long. He squirted a good dollop of lube onto it and showed it to McCall with a small, evil smile. The man bucked and struggled impressively as Rayne firmly inserted the rubber handle into his arsehole and forced all four inches up his tight backside. McCall grunted and squeaked and tried to plead but Rayne just wriggled his fingers and grinned broadly at him in response, swinging his legs off the tailgate and hopping down from the car. 

"That should do it," he said to Kevan in a purposeful tone of voice. To ensure that no one overlooked his handiwork, he opened the driver's door of the Range Rover as well as leaving the rear hatch undone so that the warning tone started ringing, an insistent demand for attention. "Let's go!"

"You can't just leave him like that," Kev protested, wide eyed as the Vampire slid back into the soft, black leather passenger seat of the Saab, nude except for his jewellery, fur coat and stiletto mules.

Rayne Wylde looked back up at him solemnly, stroking his spunk wet hair out his beautiful, ice-cold eyes. 

"Come with me, or stay with him," he said, in a monotone, shrugging his left shoulder free of the fur and propping his right foot on the dashboard of the convertible so that Kevan could get a good look at his naked body whilst he made up his mind. "But if you stay with him, don't 'ever' come running after me again. Capiche?"

Kevan swallowed hard then moved around and got into the driver's seat, turning the engine over and ignoring the muffled cries of his stuffed, hog-tied boss in the back of the Range Rover. Rayne Wylde let his lips curl into a lazy smile as the Saab backed out of the parking bay and powered down the ramps and out into the Manchester night. 

Kev drove in brooding silence for several minutes, heading out of town towards Dave and Bernard's place. Tactfully, Rayne kept quiet but cast frequent measuring glances his way. At last he pulled off the main road before they reached Wythenshaw and turned into a back street between a warehouse and some deserted terraces. If he was planning to get his own back, this was as good a place to throw him out of the car as any, the Vampire supposed. Rayne looked knowingly at him as he turned off the engine and murmured; "He'll probably get sacked once the papers get hold of it. You never know, 'you' might still get promoted."

"I don't care," Kev told him frankly.

"You don't?" Rayne looked surprised. "I thought the job was your life."

"Some things are more important," Kev said ardently, climbing over onto the passenger seat and lowering it into the reclining position, then pulling Rayne's left knee up over his right shoulder.

The Vampire reached down between his thighs and unzipped Kevan's pants at once, guiding the big, horny mortal's throbbing cock head between his cheeks and catching his breath delightedly as it breached his twitching, well-fucked anus. Kevan Delaney bucked vigorously into him again, satisfying the itch inside him at once with his hot, mortal tool. He was not the biggest lover in the world, or the most subtle but right now he just felt so good, stroking and touching and kissing Rayne all over his face and neck and torso as he pumped away hard at his arse. 

The Vampire could not quite believe it. He had expected to feel hurt, angry, disgusted – anything but this. He could not get enough of Kev's body. Now that he was fed and they were finally naked and alone together he was impossibly horny. Rayne Wylde wrapped slender arms and legs around him, ripping at his clothing, trying to get as much contact with his hot, naked body as he could while they fucked. His mouth pressed hard onto Kevan's and he sucked on the man's tongue as though it was the bread of life. 

Kev curled his sweaty fingers around Rayne's cock and began to fist it vigorously as he buggered his beautiful, sexy lover hard. He was incredulous as well. All the way here he had been waiting for Rayne to rip into him. After tonight, he supposed, he deserved any act of violence the Vampire decided to mete out. Even now, buried inside Rayne and pumping away like a stud at him, he was waiting for the moment when it all went pear-shaped.

It did not come. 

Kevan and Rayne both 'did'... within moments of one another. Lips parted wetly and they both cried out long and hard. Kev's rapid breath felt hot in Rayne's face. He took the mortal's massive ejaculation deep inside him, then spurted hard for Kevan's pounding hand on his dick. 

"Aaaahhhhhiiiyyyyy.... Kev! Kev! OhmiGod!" Rayne screamed, clawing at his lover as Kev pulled out of him and went down, kneeling in the seat well, licking and sucking and swallowing his Vampire mate. He pushed a finger into Rayne's arse then another, frigging him enthusiastically. There was no let up. Rayne did not lose his hard-on and Kev did not stop sucking, stroking and fingering him until he came again, thrashing around and keening like an injured animal in his dense fur pelt. He rolled over obediently when Kev's hands urged him to do so, wriggling out of the coat, his body drenched with sweat and spilt cum.

Kev pulled him onto his knees in the well, pushing him up against the supple black leather seat. Rayne sank forward limply, wrapping his arms around his soft fake fur and burying his face in it. His lover spread his cheeks with both hands and he was entered, first by Kev's wet, teasing tongue, french kissing his hole, then his skilful, teasing fingers and finally his throbbing cock, and ridden vigorously from behind. He pushed his slim hips and firm arse back against Kev's thrusting crotch, taking every inch willingly, his loins quivering on the verge of another massive explosion. 

"I love you," Kev panted now, sweat dripping off his face and chest onto Rayne's naked back as he fucked the Vampire's delicious hole ecstatically. "I love you so much, Ray."

Rayne closed his eyes. He wondered if this was how it felt for everyone – how it was to be fucked by someone you loved – this feeling like you could cum and cum all night and not stop cumming so long as his cock was inside you or his mouth and hands were touching you. And he could do ridiculous things that made you want to kill him but you didn't, because you knew that as soon as he kissed and touched and fucked you it would be okay. He knew that he could say something caustic and burst Kevan's bubble. It was easy enough to do. For a long time he thought about it. 

In the end he bit down on his lips and said nothing, until the moment of release when he drenched the car seat and the hem of his fur with semen and cried out; "Kevvvv... Jesus!...I love how you make me cuuuuummmmm!" 

Kevan's arms pulled around him tightly and he held on even after he had emptied his balls, rocking himself against Ray, kissing the back of his neck and stroking his soft, naked body. They scrambled up onto the seat again, wriggling under the fur together and kissing passionately; rubbing against one another, unable to stop. 

"You turn me on so much," Kev panted. 

"Are you surprised?" Rayne stretched out and wriggled enticingly. 

Kev shook his head. "No... You're such a total fox. I can't believe you even let me touch you, let alone fuck you. I don't deserve you. Tonight..."

"You're an idiot!" Rayne cut him off, kissing him quickly, then biting his lower lip gently. "If that was a corporal offence half the country would be up against the wall! Tonight you did something incredibly fuckin' stupid, but it's sorted. I'll enjoy reading the evening paper tomorrow!"

"He'll lose his job," Kev said gravely. 

"Do you care?" There was a challenge in Rayne's sparkling chartreuse eyes. "I don't. He asked for it. If he wants to play games like that he should check the fuckin' rules, Kev."

"Why aren't 'I' strapped up somewhere like a chicken?" Kevan asked tentatively. 

Rayne looked at him for a long, serious time. "You shouldn't have mentioned that," he teased at last.

"Do you really enjoy riding my cock that much?" Kev grinned to show that he was joking.

Rayne's lips twitched indulgently, then he rolled Kev onto his back and climbed astride him, rubbing himself gently along the mortal's naked body until he felt Kev begin to get hard again. He eased himself down onto his lover's persistent erection and was straddling him, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and playing with his own cock while Kevan watched and sighed with pleasure. Rayne closed his eyes, using both hands to masturbate.

"Where's the ring?" Kev asked. 

His acid-green eyes opened in the darkness, looking straight ahead.

"Ring?"

"The ring I bought you. You're not wearing it." Kev looked stunned. 

Rayne contemplated the truth but in the end he said; "It must have come off while I was tied up and you and Don were raping me. I didn't notice. It was a bit loose."

When he looked down, Kev was staring up at him blankly. He could see that the mortal was turning this over in his mind, understanding exactly what was being said and what was not. It served him right. If he had not set up this ludicrous assignment, the ring would still be here. Rayne forced a humourless smile. "Was it expensive?"

"That's not the point!" Kevan's hands rested on his thighs. He stopped rocking, feeling Kev lose some of his hardness.

"Maybe you can go back and look for it in the morning, once he's been discovered and the press have got hold of him," Rayne suggested. He knew as soon as the words were out that it was the wrong thing to say but he could not stop himself. Kevan's expression darkened as the realisation dawned. He had been taken for a ride just as much as Don McCall. Now Rayne gave free rein to his sarcastic tongue. "I'm sure once you explain that you're only looking for your fiancée's diamond engagement ring, in the back of a car, where your ex-boss has just been found in bondage and a woman's underwear, your colleagues will be 'very' understanding."

Kevan said nothing, but he pushed Rayne off his lap immediately and scrabbled for his clothes. The Vampire chewed on his tongue, biting back any further inflammatory remarks as Kev dressed wordlessly and climbed behind the wheel. They did not go on to Dave's but drove around the edge of the city for almost an hour in silence. Finally, Kev dropped Rayne back in front of his apartment building around 1am. He had not said a word since they set off. Even then it had only been a curt instruction to; "Belt up!"

"Night then," Rayne said, opening the passenger door with an attempt at a casual departure. Kev did not even lean over to plant a cursory kiss on his cheek. When he moved to get out, the mortal turned his head to look at him critically.

"You're a cold bitch, do you know that?" Kev told him in a flat, desensitised tone. "I meant everything I said earlier and you just... you don't 'care' do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rayne flashed back airily. He was leaning against the roof of the Saab, looking back in at the mortal with dangerously cold eyes. "It's not 'my' fault you set me up for rough sex with a total stranger in the back of his car, Kev Delaney! If that's how you show a girl you love her, I'd hate to get on the 'wrong' side of you! Think about that while you're feeling sorry for yourself, will you!"

He straightened and slammed the door before Kev could retaliate, wrapping his spunk-stained fur around him like a trophy as he walked up the steps and let himself into the building. Behind him, he heard Kev open the driver's door and get out but he did not look back. As the doors of the building closed behind him, Kevan called out to him, imploring at first, then more imperious. The soundproofing of the apartment foyer shut out his words. 

Rayne sagged against the wall, peeling off the heavy coat and leaving it where it fell. A traitorous tear quivered in the corner of his eye and he dashed it away angrily before it could run free. 

"I'm a Vampire. I have no soul," he told his blurred reflection in the hall mirror, ripping off the diamonds at his throat and the heavy earrings and throwing them at the wall. "I do 'not' get hung up on stupid fucking mortals!"

The intercom buzzed irritatingly behind him and he reached out without looking and switched it off.



Underwear Ch. 04



PART FOUR -- UNDENIABLE

"It's been a while since I added to this Vampire story arc. A Boy Who... kind of took me away from it but rest assured Rayne and Kevan have not been forgotten. This is quite a difficult storyline to work with as it will tackle Rayne's own personal issues with abuse head on but he is an older and stronger character than he was during the period of A Boy Who... Kevan was created as an incidental character but as with the fictional persona of Ant, I'm becoming rather fond of him."

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Rayne Wylde was pissed off and he was tired. Worse than that he was hungry. He had been alternately pacing his apartment and tossing restlessly on his bed for the past twenty-four hours with the taste of Kev Delaney's blood on his lips and in his mouth. Last night whilst Kev was fucking him in the car he had bitten the mortal out of sheer frustration with his behaviour. Now he wished he had taken the time to feed instead. 

The Vampire had snatched a good mouthful from Kev's boss, McCall before they left him trussed up in the back of his car but it was not enough to take away the memory of Kev's rich, coppery blood and spunk. Rayne loved to suck cock. Next to bleeding a lover in the throes of orgasm it was the best rush in the world. A half-pint of semen was almost as nourishing as a blood feed and much easier to obtain in this day and age. That thought only served to remind him of how bone-gnawingly ravenous he was. 

If Jabez were here he would have reminded his Fledge that it was important to feed regularly. Rayne knew it well enough by now. If he did not hunt and feed he only grew cranky and tired, then increasingly sluggish until it was almost too hard to rouse himself to the prospect of the chase. Cursing under his breath he hauled his body out of bed and into the shower.

The hot water stung his flesh until he began to feel warm and halfway alive again. After feeding and sex, a hot shower was the 'next' best thing in the world.

He was even able to laugh admonishingly at himself as he towelled his naked body dry and searched out some dark, neutral clothing that was discreet enough to hunt in. One of the most rewarding things about being in a relationship, he deliberated as he slipped out into the night, feeling the cool wind stir his damp, black hair, was that he always knew where the next meal was coming from. If he was feeling too lazy to hunt he knew that he could always fall back on Kev. His lover had never minded the sting of sharp little teeth in his neck, or wrist, or thigh as Rayne was rising and falling on his big cock or straddling his face on the bed or the lounge floor.

The Vampire stopped and frowned to himself as he reached the corner of Canal Street, deciding on a route for the evening. When had he started to think of Kev as a part of his life? How easily did the word 'relationship' slip into his mental vocabulary? This was just ridiculous! It had to stop. It was going to damned well stop. Tonight!

In the Union he ran into Dave, Kevan's partner. Dave had once posed as a bartender here when he and Kev were undercover, hunting a rogue Vamp who had been killing young men in the district. He had found the habit of slipping down to the pub for a beer and some gossip on his way home from the late shift a hard one to break. 

"Hey Ray? Isn't Kev with you?" Dave asked, looking surprised to see him alone.

"We're not joined at the hip," the Vampire retaliated sharply. "Why would you think that?"

"Just that... he's been hanging out at your place a lot recently, and you guys were supposedly coming over to ours last night and you never showed and Kev wasn't in work today. I just figured that maybe..." Dave shrugged and did not finish the sentence. 

'Shit!' Rayne had forgotten until now that they had indeed blown Dave and his boyfriend Bernard out thanks to Don Mac-fuckin'-Call and Kev's insistence on showing his boss a good time. He felt aggrieved. Dave was a good guy and it would have been polite at least to ring him last night and explain that they had been held up.

Then he felt angry because he was making excuses to humans again. Jabez would be laughing at him now, if he could see this. Some pathetic Vampire he was.

"I haven't seen him," he lied, waving down the tall, dark-haired bar tender and pointing to his usual; a stiff shot of Stolichnaya on the rocks.

"Didn't you have a date last night?" Dave frowned, puzzled by this.

"We did... I called it off." Rayne accepted the shot glass and knocked his vodka back in one, pushing the little vessel back across the counter for a refill. "I was busy."

"I bet he was gutted. He was really looking forward to seeing you." Dave took a good pull on his beer and set the glass down with a speculative look. "Are you guys a bit rocky?"

"Nope," Rayne threw down a second shot and pushed a fiver across the bar then rose to make a move. "Gotta go, Dave. Sorry about last night. We'll have to rearrange it some time."

He wriggled his fingers and headed for the exit before the mortal could ask any more awkward questions. Stupid of him really, he should have remembered that Dave might be in here at this time of night. Of course Dave knew that he was a Vamp. If he'd asked really nicely he might have coaxed the mortal to let him feed in return for a mutual hand-shandy or even a good blow job in the bogs. 

'Idiot!' he cursed himself crossly and hurried down the canalside to see what was staggering out of the clubs on Princess Street. 

The answer was not a great deal and most of it was not alone, much to his disgust. Instead he turned north towards Piccadilly. Rayne hated picking up in Piccadilly but there were bound to be guys around looking for trade and he could take advantage fairly easily. The plaza was still busy although it was past midnight now and he pulled his long coat around himself and huddled in the shelter of a statue, watching the drunks and the kids, looking out for strays or vulnerable loners in search of sex.

A lean, tall fellow with glasses perched on the end of his nose wandered by and looked him over then came back a few moments later. He was a bit scruffy in a classic Geography Teacher kind of way, corduroy jacket with patched elbows, a baggy sweater and crumpled brown pants. Rayne took pity on him and let the fellow lead him up an alley off Aytoun Street where he sank to his knees and swallowed the guy's cock. It was long and narrow like the rest of him and Rayne deep-throated it for several minutes, allowing the guy to cum in his mouth twice. His spunk was watery and somewhat musty tasting but he swallowed it ravenously. Afterwards the Geography Teacher gave him twenty pounds and asked to kiss and feel him for a few minutes. Rayne kissed his neck as the skinny guy wormed both hands into his pants, stroking and fingering him. The fellow protested briefly when his sexy young mate nipped at his throat but carried on fondling him and thrusting his fingers into Rayne's arsehole as the lad sucked and licked at the small, bloody wound under his adam's apple. It was not much but it took the edge off his craving for blood.

"How much to fuck you?" the guy panted at last, visibly excited once more by all the groping and licking. 

Rayne pulled him down by the shoulders and bit him again, more deeply this time. His fangs were razor sharp and few mortals actually realised what he was doing until it was far too late. He was sucking greedily on his victim's neck when he felt the man pull down his pants and force him up against the wall. The Geography Teacher pulled Rayne's hand onto his cock and encouraged him to pump it hard. He squirted all over Rayne's black jeans and coat tails before they were able to do anything more intimate. 

The Vampire retreated to lick his bloody fangs and try to mop some of the spunk off his clothing once his quarry had scuttled off in search of a cab. In a bus shelter on Chorlton Street he found a young clubber half-asleep on a plastic bench and bit gently into his exposed neck, sucking as tenderly as he could. The boy woke and they kissed for a while until he came to his senses and realised that Rayne was not a girl. The Vampire had fled, chuckling to himself, long before the lad could stagger to his feet. 

This late at night Manchester stank of beer-sweat and hot fat. Hordes of club-goers drifted from doorway to doorway chattering like insects or gibbering and shrieking like a troupe of chimpanzees; the girls painfully cold in their minimalist attire; their boyfriends or would be boyfriends clad in uniforms that clearly marked their lifestyle and territory. Scrawny boys in tracksuit bottoms and hooded tops hovered without much hope of attracting any but the most brainless and impoverished of the females. The girls as ever were looking for mates with a bit of flash and gravitated to the youths in casual slacks or designer jeans and Tommy Hilfiger shirts. Rayne stayed clear of them all. He despised the pack mentality and knew it was a danger. Even though he could probably kill this lot single-handed he did not actively wish to. It would draw too much attention. That was something he would live longer without.

A dark saloon car pulled up beside him as he headed back along Portland Street. The passenger window rolled down smoothly and a rough, Scally voice called out; "You lookin' for some company, angel?"

Rayne hesitated, then he opened the door and slipped into the warmth of the vehicle. This was only one guy, he could handle that, no matter what the fellow wanted. At once the saloon pulled away from the kerb and set off towards St. Peter's Square. The driver stroked his crotch and grinned at him knowingly. He had close cropped, prematurely greying hair and very blue eyes in a face lined with creases and crinkles although he was probably not much older than forty. His build beneath the casual, short sleeved shirt and fitted jeans was still muscular and fairly trim. The crotch of his pants was bulging pleasingly under his fondling hand. He saw Rayne's glance in that direction and said; "Be my guest, darlin'. You look like a lad who knows what to do with a nice big cock."

"I won't make you crash?" Rayne winked at him with a little smile. 

"Don't you worry about it, darlin'. I'm safe as houses, even with 'your' sexy mouth round my big end."

The Vampire leaned into his lap, unzipping his pants so that his big brown tool jumped out at once. He stroked it appreciatively, up and down for a few moments then began to kiss it with soft, moist lips, running his small, rough tongue under the leaking head, lapping delicately at his slit. The car was an automatic so his chauffeur did not have to worry about gear changes. He simply drove around the edges of the city, up and down the Mancunian Way, as Rayne licked, sucked and swallowed his huge, salty cock. It was a delicious mouthful, about eight inches long and very thick and hard, with a large knot of a head. Rayne salivated in his lap as he nodded lower over that huge penis, his jaws stretched wide to accommodate it all. 

"Good boy," the driver breathed, stroking the Vampire's silky black hair as Rayne swallowed that chunky bell end down his throat, breathing hard and fast though his nostrils. It was a huge piece of cock meat and its owner was humping it gently in and out of his mouth and throat now, his excitement increasing. He never took his eyes off the road but in a low growl he said; "Suck me off, baby. Rub my bollocks you little beauty!"

Rayne's fingers wriggled into his tight jeans and squeezed his heavy testicles, which were heavy and hairy like dwarf coconuts. At once a hot glob of spunk oozed down his throat. His partner tasted sharp and spicy and Rayne could tell that there was plenty of semen in those huge, hot balls. As his tongue wormed up and down the guy's shaft and his clever fingers massaged and fondled, the driver began to cum hard. Rayne' head came up slightly so that he could fill his mouth with his lover's hot, creamy ejaculate. He gulped it down greedily and to his delight the guy barely lost his hard on. Rayne just carried on sucking and pumping him for about fifteen more minutes during which time he got two more satisfying mouthfuls. 

"Do you take it up the bum?" his companion asked at last when Rayne sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of one hand. 

"Is that what you want?" Rayne asked him a little warily. 

"If you're up for it, I am," the older man grinned at him eagerly.

Rayne turned his head, staring quietly out at the virtually empty road in front of them. They had almost come around in a loop whilst he had his face buried in the man's lap and the car was travelling more slowly now, on the outskirts of Salford. If he asked the guy to stop and let him get out he wondered if he would be humoured. 

"Is it your first time?" his lift whispered, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Rayne nodded once or twice without looking at him. It was what he wanted to be told. The Vampire understood that he was only attractive to certain men and those men generally liked their lovers young and easy to manipulate. The realisation had initially depressed him, now he barely gave it a thought. It was another tool in his arsenal, nothing more or less. He had died aged 29 but looked younger and generally his mates saw what they needed to see in any case. Jabez said that he did it to them without even knowing it, and was genuinely impressed by the talent his fledgling showed but Rayne just felt uneasy when he thought about it too much.

"You don't have to do it if you don't fancy it," the driver said but his tone told another story. 'He would go without, but it would be a terrible sacrifice'. 'He had been aching for some bum. He desperately wanted it and the self-denial would hurt him more than a good fuck hurt his mate'. A hand rested on Rayne's thigh, hot through the denim. "You're absolutely gorgeous, you know. What's your name, angel?"

He hesitated for a moment then whispered; "Rayne."

Normally he never gave his real name to a punter or a casual fuck. He was not sure what made him do it this time. The fellow responded with a lascivious smile. He turned the car into a narrow backstreet off Liverpool Road and killed the engine and lights at once, unbuttoning his shirt with both hands. 

"Rain? Like the weather?" The guy grinned at him and he nodded once.

"Well my little cock-sucking Raindrop, you can call me Daddy Big Balls," he said with a too-friendly smile. "Get yourself stripped off and come sit on my big knob, you little beauty. Daddy's gonna teach you how to fuck a man." He was wriggling out of his shirt and jeans now, revealing a stocky, hirsute body with a hint of a belly and the remnants of an all-over summer tan. His pubes were a dark grey like the mat on his chest and stomach and he sprawled naked in the leather-covered driver's seat watching as Rayne slowly took off his clothes. His hand pumped incessantly at his stiff cock and rubbed the constant spill of precum up and down the shaft making it hot and slippery. "Wow," he panted as Rayne squirmed out of his pants and tee shirt, revealing his smooth, slender body. "You look like a sexy schoolboy with your clothes off. How old 'are' you?"

Rayne nearly said 'forty one' but bit his tongue. A life of prostituting himself had left him well prepared for questions like this. "How old do you 'want' me to be, Daddy?"

"Oh you're a sharp one!" Daddy laughed, pulling Rayne into his lap eagerly and non-too gently. "You're so silky though, just like a teenage boy. You must shave your bollocks every day to stay that smooth, yeah? Makes me feel like a young stud again." 

He pushed his hand between Rayne's thighs and groped him until the vampire began to get an erection in his fondling hand. The other hand wormed down between his buttocks and he hissed through his teeth as he felt a rough finger probe and poke up into him, thrusting quickly until it was buried inside him to the third knuckle.

"Good boy," Daddy panted excitedly. "Not 'too' tight, but snug enough to be satisfying. We don't want to hurt our little angel on his first time riding his Daddy's big cock." He kissed Rayne's hair almost affectionately. "Get up here and straddle Daddy now, you little beauty. Hold onto the steering wheel good and tight, baby."

Rayne closed his eyes as he bent forward over the wheel, his slim legs parted astride his mate's hairy thighs. Those callused fingers gripped his buttocks roughly and parted them. He felt the man spit on him then Daddy's hot wet tongue squirmed up and down his exposed and vulnerable crack, licking and teasing him. The man took his time kissing and tonguing Rayne's arse, blowing on his ring until it twitched and clenched with need. He spat again and rubbed the tip of his tongue on Rayne's spincter, probing steadily until it slipped inside and he was able to lick out his lover's hole. 

The vampire groaned huskily as he was reamed. One, then two fingers pushed into him, thrusting in and out until his own cock was dribbling. He writhed against the steering wheel with a little whimper of pleasure.

"Mmmhhhh. Does my horny angel like Daddy's mouth and fingers on his sexy bum hole?" the mortal grunted excitedly. "Does it feel good, baby?"

"Uh-huh!" Rayne nodded breathlessly. 

"You're such a sweet, saucy little boy," his companion panted, groping him all over as Rayne knelt astride him. "Daddy can't hold back much longer, angel. He needs to take his baby's anal cherry. Kneel back and ride your Daddy's cock, baby."

Rayne arched his spine and rocked his slim hips back and forth with the predator's long, hot penis between his thighs. He could feel the wet, glossy head nudging between his cheeks and reached back to finger himself with some of Daddy's pre-cum. That clearly excited his mate. The other man's hands were hot on his skinny hips as he urged Rayne to sit down a little harder on his erect cock. The Vampire rotated his pelvis steadily until he felt the man's big bell-end ease into position against his ring, then began to circle more urgently, pressing down harder with each rotation of his hips until his mate's pulsing cap popped into his snug hole. He cried out breathlessly as he felt it enter him. His partner's fingers tightened on his buttocks, spreading him roughly, spitting again and pushing Rayne down onto his saliva-coated erection. 

"That's it!" he huffed excitedly. "That's the way my dirty little angel. Sit down hard on Daddy's nice big cock. Let it slide all the way up inside your tight virgin arse, my pretty baby. Daddy loves his little boy so much for this! Come on my little Raindrop, ride your Daddy's big dick nice and hard now. Take it all the way up your tight arse, baby. Daddy wants to see his cock pumping in and out of his baby's little pink hole!"

Rayne obeyed the urging of his hands and at once he began to rock himself more vigorously, easing up and down on that thick, throbbing tool, kneeling forward with his legs spread wide so that his partner could see every inch sliding in and out of him. He gripped the steering wheel tightly in both hands and Daddy began to hump him rapidly, fucking that fabulous big cock deeper into his arsehole, pounding him faster and harder. 

"Sit down on my big balls, angel. Come on, push your sexy bum right down on my knackers, you gorgeous little saucepot. Can you feel my hot bollocks between your sweet cheeks?" his mate grunted.

Rayne nodded his head. He began to cry out with every thrust. The fat, firm knot of his fuck-mate's cock head surged deeper each time until he could feel it pressing on that sweet, hot, sensitive spot inside him. It felt incredible. He began to understand how reliant he had become in such a short time on Kevan's fabulously big penis. Rayne wondered when he had begun to crave sex as a comforter and he suddenly missed Kev's dumb sense of humour and his insatiable libido. He urged himself up and down more energetically on Daddy's throbbing dick and cried out with disappointment as the man roared and squirted inside him, filling his bowels with cum. 




Underwear Ch. 04



"Aaaahhhh, fuck! Fuck!! You little fucking angel!" Daddy eased the seat back and pulled the Vampire down against his chest, stroking and touching him, rubbing Rayne's aching cock until he exploded too, lying on his back with his legs spread, still impaled on his mate's half-hard penis. The man began to thrust slowly once more, his arousal reawakened by Rayne's arse-tightening climax. "Dirty little Raindrop," he panted. "You liked that, didn't you? Tell Daddy how much you like getting your sweet virgin arse fucked." 

"Ohhhh... it hurt so much, Daddy! But I really liked it!" he enthused, wriggling in his mate's arms, feigning breathless delight as he plotted how to get blood out of this guy. "Your cock feels so long and hard and... Mmmhhh! It feels fantastic! I need to get fucked again, Daddy!"

The mortal was certainly willing to please. He gripped his playmate's slim hips firmly and Rayne felt the thick shaft begin to piston in and out more urgently between his wide-spread legs. Daddy fucked his young mate fast and hard again, as the boy lay naked and supine on top of him. He quickly pumped a second load into Rayne but this time his penis wilted and slipped out almost at once. Rayne moaned approvingly and twisted around, kissing his neck and nipping at his skin. He was pushed away roughly for his pains. 

"Oi, no bitin'! What are you, an animal?" the older man laughed wearily. "Ahh, you fuck like an animal, mind. That was amazin'. You dirty boy!" Rayne closed his eyes and lay sprawled over him in the darkness listening to his pulse like a distant rapid drumbeat or the rumble of thunder heard from a long way out. His mouth watered at the though of all that hot blood so close and so inaccessible. At last Daddy's voice rose from his sweat-soaked chest like a low growl. "You want me to drop you off somewhere, Raindrop?"

He nodded mutely fighting the blood lust. If he tried to feed now he might easily lose control. Bigger men than Daddy had died when that happened.

They dressed in silence and Daddy backed the car out onto the main road. He did not offer Rayne money and the Vampire did not ask for it. At the top end of Whitworth Street Rayne indicated a place to pull over and leaned across to kiss him. He pinned the other man in his seat briefly and bit down hard on the probing tongue in his mouth, sucking on the raw, salty heat of his blood. The mortal bucked and fought helplessly for a little while until Rayne's hand moved slowly to his crotch again. Then, when the Vampire did no more than kiss and suck and stroke him, he seemed to relent. His dick grew hard for that fondling hand and Rayne sucked on his tongue until the bleeding stopped, then kissed his way down to his meal-ticket's fly. 

"Aah, you weird little bitch!" the mortal exclaimed huskily as he felt hot breath on his groin and the slender, dark haired creature unzipped him and swallowed him again. Rayne nodded and stroked until Daddy fed him another hot mouthful of his thick, luscious semen. He gulped it down greedily, taking his time, capturing every last drop. Then and only then did he wipe his lips on the back of his hand and let himself out of the car.

"Can I have your number, baby?" the man asked breathlessly. "I've got to fuck you again. You're so fuckin' beautiful!"

"I don't think so," Rayne said sweetly, leaning against the roof of the saloon and peering in at him with a little smile.

"I'll take you out to dinner first."

"Uh-uh." Rayne shook his head. 

"I'll let you bite me again." He was growing desperate now. Quickly he scribbled something down on a matchbox from the glove compartment. "That's 'my' number if you change your mind."

Rayne gave the box a cursory look and put it in his pocket. Then he got back into the car and slid his arms around the man, nuzzling his cheek and kissing his neck. He bit down hard and this time the guy did not fight it. His hands were all over Rayne's lean body beneath the long coat, rubbing and stroking as the hungry little vampire snatched a quick gulp of his blood. He did not linger, for they were on a very public street and even this late at night there was a chance they would be seen. He licked his benefactor's neck roughly until every last trace of scarlet had been consumed, then wriggled out of the car, licking his lips like a well-fed cat.

"Thanks Daddy, you taste 'so' good," he crooned sardonically as he pulled his coat around himself, slamming the passenger door and walking away. 

The car roared off into the night and he set off slowly in the opposite direction feeling wanton and infinitely less hungry. There was still an emptiness inside him though, a space that had nothing to do with the lack of sustenance. It disturbed him profoundly. 

As the night wheeled around towards morning he let himself back into the apartment and took a long shower then settled on the bed and curled up under his silk-shrouded duvet with a little sigh. Maybe he just needed rest. Maybe tomorrow everything would look different.

His dreams were dark though; no sooner had he closed his eyes than he was opening his front door to discover the bloody corpse of his ex-lover on the steps, a hand stretched out vainly towards him seeking help that had never come. He stirred into half-wakefulness and pushed the image away. It was quickly replaced by 'Daddy', mounting and taking him as he sprawled naked on the pool table at the Union whilst Dave and Bernard watched in silent disgust, shaking their heads at one another. If they were repelled by his actions many others were not and soon he had a queue of men waiting to take him on. Rayne tried to resist but it was no use, he was held down by many pairs of eager hands and forced to spread himself while Daddy told them what a good little, cum guzzling ass-slut he was. 

When Kev Delaney spread his legs and mounted him, blood still leaking from his eyeballs and his open mouth, Rayne woke up screaming and thrashing in the tangled duvet. It took him several minutes to stop hyperventilating. Only once he was outwardly calm, did he stumble back down to his kitchen and pour some cold water, gulping it down until the stale, sick taste was gone from his mouth and throat. 

"This is ridiculous," he told himself irritably. 

A rummage through his address book reminded him that he had no idea where Kev lived. They had been seeing one another for months now and he did not even have the man's address. Kev always came to the apartment or met Rayne in town. The number the Vampire had for him was his work phone. Dave Ramsay answered it on the third ring. 

"Is..." Rayne swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Is Kev there?"

"He's not in the office this week," Dave said efficiently. "Who is this?"

Rayne told him and Dave's brisk tone mellowed slightly. 

"You all right, Ray?" 

"Yeah, I think so. Has Kev spoken to you in the last two days?"

"He's not been to yours at all?" Dave answered him with another question, ever the consummate policeman.

"No." Rayne swallowed again. "Dave, this is gonna sound pretty weird, but... do you know where he lives?"

He thought he heard quiet laughter as if the other man had moved the receiver away from his mouth to chuckle at this.

"You don't know?" he asked at last, a trace of humour lingering in his voice. "Trust Kev not to give too much away."

"Why would he do that?" Rayne felt a sliver of annoyance creep into his response and tried to sit on it. He did not want to antagonise Dave as well. "Is there anything about Kevan that I should know, Dave?"

The chuckle petered out and Dave's voice said; "He's a cagey one, that's all."

"He's still with his wife, isn't he?" Rayne closed his eyes, cursing himself for being such a fool. Kev had never tried to pretend that he was not still married. He claimed that his wife had walked out with their two children over a year ago. Now the Vampire wondered what else he lied about. "She never left him?"

"No... that's the truth, Ray. I swear, he lives on his own," Dave said it without hesitation. "It's just..."

"He still sees her?"

"No... he sees the kids sometimes but he's not going back to her," Dave had lowered his voice. "Look, this isn't a good place to talk about his private life right now. If you can wait I'll take you to his place."

"Can't you just tell me where it is?" Rayne said irritably. "Or is that a state secret as well?"

"You didn't seem too bothered about him last night," Dave Ramsay responded knowingly. "What's happened that you're suddenly so worried about him?"

Rayne glared at the receiver for a moment, wishing violent retribution on Kevan's too-smart partner.

"I'm not worried about him. I just want to talk to him, okay!"

"I'll take you there tomorrow," Dave promised soothingly. 

"Tell me now, or I'll come round there and make you wish you hadn't fucked me about!" Rayne kept his teeth clenched. Patience had never been one of his virtues and Dave was testing it to the very limits this morning.

"Ray... it's a dump," Dave said with obvious reluctance. "He wouldn't want you going round there on your own, okay. It's not safe."

"Where the fuck does he live?" the Vampire snarled at him. "This is Manchester, not the fucking Bronx! And I can take care of myself!"

It was infuriating enough that Kev occasionally forgot what he was. Dave Ramsay had watched him fight a three hundred year old Vampire, he had no excuses. Admittedly he had also watched said Vamp pin Rayne to the floor of the Union with the iron pole from a standard lamp before Dave took the bastard's head off with a fire axe, but that was no reason to treat him like a delicate flower now.

"He's got a house up in Burnage," Dave said unwillingly. "Ray, it's a really rough estate. I wouldn't want to have to explain to Kev that I'd sent you up there on your own..."

"Give me the address," Rayne hissed at him. 

"Please don't..."

"Give me the fucking address, Ramsay. Don't make me come round to your office and beat it out of you!" 

Dave clearly thought about this threat for a few moments, enough to suggest he was taking it seriously. He gave Rayne an address and started to say something else but the Vampire had already hung up and was ringing a cab company. 

He rang three numbers before he found a firm willing to take him to the address Dave Ramsay had given him. The first hung up on him straight away, the second tried to talk him out of it. The third operator said they would take him as far as the main road and then he was on his own. By this time even Rayne was beginning to have second thoughts. 

He got changed while he was waiting for the taxi, swapping his dark pants and black chenille sweater for a navy tee-shirt, black shirt and faded blue jeans. A casual, hooded black sweat jacket and pale blue hi-tops completed the ensemble. It was not quite street but close enough to student chic that he might not attract too much attention. He slipped his slim, black mobile phone into the zip pocket of his jacket and tucked a couple of tenners and some loose change into the front pocket of his jeans. The buzzer in the hallway sounded and he snared his keys from the kitchen counter and raced down the stairs to the front door. 

The cab driver was a lean, edgy Pakistani fellow in his twenties, with a broad south Manchester accent and a couple of gold earrings. He looked Rayne up and down sceptically as the Vampire got into the front passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. 

"You sure about this, mate?" he wanted to know as soon as those cool green eyes met his nervous, dark grey ones.

"Just drive the car," Rayne said to him levelly. 

"You know where you're going?" 

"I'll leave that to you. You're the bloody cabbie, right?" They faced off for a moment or so and Rayne waited for the guy to tell him to get out. It would not have been the first time, but it was a while since he had upset a cab driver and he tried to keep his sarcasm in check around them these days. It was that or walk everywhere!

"I'll take you as far as Princess Road. You can get out past the cemetery and walk from there. It's not far," the driver told him at last, putting his elderly Honda Accord in gear and pulling away at last.

"What the hell is wrong with this place?" Rayne grilled him as they drove. 

"It's not nice, right, man. Not good, y'know what I'm sayin'?" The driver kept his eyes fixed on the road as they navigated their way down Whitworth Street and turned left into the bottom of Princess Street, joining the heavier flow of traffic heading south of the city. 

"Not good in what sort of way?" The Vampire leaned back in his seat, one shoulder to the passenger door, watching the cab driver's face. 

"Well..." the young man glanced his way then his eyes flickered back to the road. "There's been a lot of trouble up that way with the drug gangs and what 'ave you. You know? Fightin', gun wars, that kind of stuff. A bloke I knew of, drivin' for a diff'rent firm, he took two blokes up there the other weekend and they did 'im over, took 'is money, kicked the shit out of 'im and burnt out 'is cab. Like I said... not nice."

"Fuckin' 'ell!" Rayne exhaled quietly, at the same time wondering privately what Kev was doing living in a place like that. "Did he... is he okay?"

"Took 'im to hospital. He's gonna live, innit but he ain't gonna drive no more. Not round 'ere." The cabbie shot him a knowing look. "You really gonna walk in there?"

"My friend lives there, how the fuck else do I get to see him?" Rayne crossed one leg over the other, his right ankle resting across his left knee and picked at the rubber sole of his scruffy Converse trainer distractedly. 

"Ring 'im up and get 'im to meet you in town is what I'd do, innit?" The driver flashed a cautious grin his way. 

"I've tried that. I can't get hold of him." 

"Maybe he's dead, yeah? Maybe they've done for 'im!" His companion pulled a face and gripped the wheel tighter. They stopped at a traffic light and Rayne very nearly gave him the money and got out. 

"He's shrewder than that," he said quietly, hoping it was true.

Just as he had promised, the taxi driver dropped him on the main road and gave him directions. He charged fifteen pounds for the journey which Rayne thought exorbitant but handed over all the same. 

"I'm not waiting," he said defensively, studying the two ten pound notes in his hand. 

"I want change then," Rayne told him. "And who asked you to wait?"

"Just so's you know." The fellow rummaged in his glove box for a couple of two-pound coins and a one. 

"Do you have a card? Can I call for someone to take me back into town?" the Vampire asked him casually, pocketing the change. 

"There's a bus from across the road, innit. Cheaper than a cab if money's what's worryin' you." The driver's grey eyes were half challenging half pitying. 

"Money's no object," Rayne held his stare. 

"I'm not goin' in there no matter what you pay me," his driver declared, but he did relent and give Rayne a number to ring. He even wrote it down on the back of a take-away carton that he found in the door compartment. Rayne tore off the small strip with the number on it and threw the rest away. There was already a sea of litter in the gutter around him and one more small piece was hardly going to make a difference. 

The Honda performed an illegal U-Turn in the middle of a six-lane junction, to the annoyance of most of the oncoming traffic and roared back into town. Rayne Wylde took a deep, unnecessary breath and set off in the direction his driver had indicated. A left turn and then another took him off the main thoroughfare and deep into a thirties housing estate that had seen much better days. Rayne pushed both hands into his pockets and pulled up the hood of his jacket instinctively. He had grown up in a house like many of these but the estate where he spent his formative years was nothing like this. Marshlands had been small compared to this place, which was easily the size of a Kentish village. No thatched roofs or duckponds here though!

The houses were mostly semi or quasi-detached buildings. Some of them were in a decent state of repair, a few had pretty gardens and made an attempt to bring a little colour to the area. More of them stood gaunt and empty, the windows and doors covered with pitted metal grilles to keep out all but the most determined intruders. Once upon a time a piece of hardboard might have sufficed but these modern day barriers were drilled and bolted into the walls. Many had since been decorated with ragged graffiti. The gardens were either completely overgrown or blasted wastelands, strewn with car parts, sofas and dead refrigerators. A child's brightly coloured ball sat, half-deflated, in the midst of a puddle of engine oil on one frontage, surrounded by refuse; empty cartons and newspaper, sweet wrappers and crushed drinks cans. 

He heard the dull thump of music from a house as he passed by and over it the sound of someone shouting, a high-pitched, monotone rant. A dog started barking close by and would not stop. Others joined its rallying call; low growls and high, persistent yapping. Rayne breathed in the scent of hot fat from one house and something sharp and spicy from another, whose curtains were all drawn tightly. The windows were thick with grime. Even Rayne's dad, not the most houseproud of Marshlands residents, occasionally opened his curtains.

A small, white hatchback powered past him, its fat twin exhaust almost drowning out the pounding beat from the sound system that must have filled its boot. It took the corner up ahead on two wheels and screeched off into the distance. He could still hear it long after he lost sight of the car.

Rayne crossed the road, using a speed hump as a makeshift bridge from kerb to kerb. Someone had sprayed the words; 'Dead Pigs' across it in blue paint. The house in front of him was similarly decked with three-foot high letters along with the legends; "Kingy" and "Wanker".

Two small boys were scrapping in the garden next door, shouting and swearing at one another like tiny scally fishwives. A muscle-bound, brindle bull terrier raced in circles around them snapping at their heels and barking madly. One of the lads punched the other in the nose and made it spout a crimson fountain of blood. Rayne licked his lips, able to smell the flow even as the injured party ran screaming into the house. The aggressor, who was probably no more than four years old, caught him looking and yelled; "Fuck off, paedo!"

He glared for a moment longer then Rayne's momentum carried him past their gate and onward down the road. There was another empty house next door. Half the roof was missing and it sagged alarmingly as if the very ground beneath was trying to reclaim it. Next door had rotten window frames and a determined display of weak stemmed roses around a square of withered lawn. The windows were clean but inside there were metal bars between the glass and the curtains. 

Rayne blinked at them briefly, feeling a sudden uncharacteristic surge of empathy. He tried not to imagine some poor old soul barricading his or herself in against the tide of violence and abuse outside. London was not a gentle city, there were rough and dangerous areas all over the capital but the violence was often sporadic and unpredictable. Here he could almost smell it. There was an undercurrent of hatred, pain and despair on this estate. It felt like the moment before lightning struck. All the hairs of his body were on end. 

A door slammed to his right and he almost jumped. Two young men came out of one of the gardens across the road laughing and swearing loudly. One was in dark jeans and trainers and a tracksuit top the other in baggy grey sweat bottoms and a t-shirt with a faded England logo on the chest and a greasy looking cap worn backwards in a style at least twenty years out of date. The door opened again and skinny woman in cut off trousers and a baggy sweatshirt stepped out holding a grubby infant on one hip. 




Underwear Ch. 04



"That's it! Fuck off!" she shrilled after the boys. "Fuck off and don't fuckin' come back. I'm changing the fuckin' locks!"

One of the lads flicked the bird over his shoulder at her, the other snorted; "Stupid bitch!"

She caught Rayne's eye as she turned to go back in. 

"What you fuckin' starin' at you fuckin' queer!" she bellowed and slammed the door behind her. 

Rayne crossed the road again when he caught sign of a familiar street name on a post that had not quite been vandalised beyond recognition. As he walked down the middle of the road towards the far curb he registered the sound of footsteps following him. Somewhere close by he heard a train coming, but could not see the railway line. He quickened his pace and the pair following him sped up too. 

"Oi, Fag!" someone shouted from behind him. 

He did not stop or look back, just kept walking, not out of fear but from the knowledge of what he might do if he was challenged. He was tense and ill humoured and worse than that, he was hungry.

The footfalls were close now. Someone's hand pushed him in the middle of his back and he stumbled forward, checking himself against the fence to his right and turned with his back to it. The pair from the house around the corner spread out, surveying him like predatory dogs, making sure that he could not run back the way he had come without coming through them. The street was a cul de sac, a curving wall of semi-detached houses barred his escape in the other direction. Rayne stood his ground, he had no intention of running. 

"I'm talking to you, faggot," the one in the cap said, spitting out the words like poison. His voice and acne ridden face suggested that he was not more than fifteen. Though he was tall and quite broad across the shoulders he had not filled his frame yet. The other boy was smaller with better skin and sharp, accusatory, pale blue eyes. They were both taller than Rayne's lean five foot six and a half.

"No you're not," the Vampire retorted coolly now. "You just like the sound of your own fucking voice."

"Shut it you little student ponce!" That was Blue-Eyes. Rayne's acid glare moved quietly to his face, taking him in, measuring him up. From his stance, one hand always lingering by his belt, he was tooled up. Whether he was carrying a knife or a gun the Vampire was determined that he would not use it. He was probably a little older than Zit-Face, the brains to the taller lad's brawn. 

"Or you'll do what?" Rayne looked him up and down disparagingly. He saw the boy go for his weapon and was faster. A kick trapped the kid's hand against his hip and he spun away cursing. 

The taller boy swung a punch at Rayne then turned, looking around wildly when his quarry was not where he expected him to be. The Vampire appeared under his nose and jabbed the knife retrieved from his partner's pocket up under his chin just hard enough to puncture the skin. The owner of the knife was curled around his bollocks in the gutter groaning and cursing furiously. 

"Watch who you're calling a faggot you scrawny cunt," Rayne Wylde hissed quietly, prodding him with the knife again. "I could eat you for breakfast you little tosser! Now listen to what the bitch across the road said and fuck off before I decide I'm hungry."

He stood firm, watching them until he could be sure they had both cleared off then licked the tip of the knife, pocketed it and carried on walking. His pulse was racing now. The scent and taste of fresh blood had set him off and he cursed himself for not stopping to feed, even though it would have been dangerous to bleed even one of them in broad daylight with the gods knew how many witnesses. The street he was on ended in a deep cul de sac at the edge of the estate. There was a scrubby patch of wasteland beyond it on one side and the railway line on the other. Rayne counted the numbers and his eyes settled on a semi-detached house that backed onto the scrubby field. It had a driveway and double gate at the street entrance. Being on the curve of the avenue it also had more space to the side than some of its neighbours. The windows had metal shutter casings over all of them and the front door was reinforced. There was an up and over garage door in the wall that joined it to its detached neighbour. The top of the wall had been fortified with barbed wire. The front garden was given over to a sea of tarmac. 

Rayne stopped in front of the gate and toyed with the heavy padlock on the catch. Then he moved to the low, spike-railed wall around the rest of the front yard and climbed over it carefully. As he dropped down to the black macadam drive the door opened and he turned slowly when he heard the double click of an automatic weapon behind him. 

"Don't shoot me Kev," he implored, raising his hands to where the detective could see them. "It won't kill me but it 'will' hurt. I'll go if you really want me to."

The inside of the house was surprisingly neat and feminine, apart from the heavy triple deadbolts on the front door. There was floral wallpaper in the hall and a pale wooden floor, which continued into the lounge. Here the decor was predominately hyacinth blue and pale greens. A mint green, Velour covered sofa sat against the internal wall and there was a large, flat-screen TV in the corner furthest from the window. Magazines were strewn over the floor and one of the armchairs opposite. The windowpanes were leaded and, Rayne suspected, also reinforced. There was nothing on the deep windowsill but a telephone. His eyes followed the cable to the wall below but it was unplugged.

Kevan had said very little as he stepped aside to let the Vampire in but the invitation was implicit in his body language. Rayne took advantage before he changed his mind. The mortal had been very briefly surprised as he realised who his intruder was but just as quickly masked it again. He put the gun aside immediately though. Rayne was quietly relieved at that. Although he did not believe that Kevan Delaney could kill him with ordinary bullets he did not want to put that theory to the test. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kev asked him gruffly as he closed the lounge door, sinking into the chair by the window. 

The Vampire remained on his feet, hands in his jacket pockets once more. 

"Dave was worried about you," he said atonally.

"Why are you here and not Dave then?"

"Dave's working. He said he'd come with me tomorrow but I didn't want to wait that long." Rayne was staring at the scuffed toes of his Hi-Tops. He stroked the smooth casing of the flick knife in his pocket between his thumb and index finger as if it could work magic for him. 

'The Genie of the Flick Knife. Yeah!'

"So you came up here on your own. Did Dave know you were gonna do that?" Kevan leaned forward frowning at him.

"Look... If you want me to fuck off..." Rayne began but Kev quickly said;

"I don't want that."

They stared at one another for a moment. The frown had lifted slightly from Kevan's brow but he still looked perplexed. Rayne gazed back at him, quietly bewildered. 

"What 'do' you want?" he exhaled at last.

"I want you," Kevan said simply. 

Rayne turned away for a moment, his eyes searched the small flowers on the blue wallpaper hunting for some clue that would help him. He had not expected this. Kevan angry he could cope with; upset even. He was not ready for this quiet submission.

"Why do you live here?" he asked finally, in desperation.

"Because this is my house." Kev sounded rather confused by this sudden turn in the conversation. 

"No, you muppet, I mean why the fuck do you have a house in a place like this? Even the cab drivers won't come here." Rayne stared at the little white flowers on the wallpaper, trying to imagine how someone could put up little white flowers on pretty blue paper when there was raging chaos outside the window.

"It wasn't always like this," Kevan said wistfully. "When we first bought it, it was a nice estate. It's gone downhill in the last five years or so."

"And you put up with it?" Rayne turned around, almost angry with him for his pacific acceptance of the situation.

"What was I supposed to do? All the money I have left is tied up in this house. When Marie left me, I used up all my savings to pay her share. If I 'could' sell I'd not get back what I paid out on it over the years. And like you said; 'who in their right mind would buy it now?'"

They stared at one another helplessly. 

"How long have you been on your own here?" Rayne asked him weakly.

"About three years. She was spending more and more time with the kids at her mother's. She said it wasn't safe and I couldn't argue. Our youngest got beat up badly by some little scumbags that were dealing and thought he'd grassed on them. Then I found out Marie was having an affair. She asked me for a divorce about eighteen months ago."

"So it's over?" Rayne was tugging on the small, silver pendant around his neck distractedly.

"No," Kev responded lowering his head. "I wouldn't give it to her. She was the one who left. She was the one who was cheating. She's not taking everything I have so easily."

Rayne Wylde closed his eyes and swung around, facing the wall again. He felt confused and angry all at once. It made sense for him to feel sorry for Kev but he could not lower his defences just like that. 

"Do you miss her?" he asked numbly.

"What do you think?" Kev retaliated bitterly.

"I dunno." Rayne thrust his hands back into his pockets awkwardly, still counting little white flowers. "Do you still love her, Kev?"

The room was silent for a little while. He could hear a burglar alarm shrilling distantly and the sudden blare and fade of a police siren split the quiet, then Kevan said; "Not as much as I love you, Ray."

Rayne felt his stomach turn over. He was shaking, he realised. This was just crazy. He was going to have to put a stop to it.

"Where did you go the other night? After you dropped me off... after you stopped ringing my buzzer, where did you go? I was worried about you. I tried to get in touch but no one knew where you were." The words tumbled out of his mouth like escaping sheep fleeing an open pen. Once one had gone there was no stopping the rest.

Behind him, Kev was quiet for a while. 

"I just drove around at first. I needed to think," he said huskily. "Then I went back to the carpark where we left Donald."

Rayne looked over one shoulder at him accusingly, this admission putting all his other misgivings to flight. 

"Tell me you didn't let him go!"

Kev met his eyes pacifically. 

"I didn't let him go," he conceded, shaking his head. "I did get the ring back. He was out of it by the time I got there. I cut the tape and got the ring out of his mouth. It took me a while to figure out what you'd done with it. I was just glad I didn't have to look up his fucking arse! Then I put fresh tape over his mouth. I left him snoring in the back of the car."

Rayne sat down on the edge of the sofa quickly, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up. He clenched his hands together in his lap as if he was praying. A curious sense of relief washed over him all the same. If Kev had let Don McCall go after all that had happened the night before last he was not sure what he would have done next. Maybe he would have walked out, perhaps they would have fought. Now he felt like a bomb with its fuse removed. 

"I'm glad," he said in a small voice. His eyes moved up to Kevan's puzzled face and he clarified that at once; "Not about 'him', I don't care what happens to 'him'. But I never realised until afterwards how much it meant to you... giving me the ring. I didn't mean to hurt you, Kev. I just didn't understand. I... don't do relationships. Not 'well' anyway. Do you see?"

"I'm beginning to," Kevan told him in a grim tone.

"This was stupid of me. I'm really sorry." Rayne bit his lip and looked down, not used to apologising. "Do you want me to go?"

Kev shook his head, then realised that Rayne could not see him. 

"No," he said more adamantly.

Pale green eyes moved to his face, searching him for some guidance. 

"I can't be what you want me to be," Rayne protested softly.

"It doesn't matter," Kev assured. "I know you hate the dressing up. I know it makes you feel cheap. I don't want you to hate it. But when... when we're together... when we're fucking... nothing matters does it? It's so good, Ray. I miss that."

Rayne looked away again. How to say that he missed it too without Kev completely misunderstanding him? He felt sick. This was worse than a first date. He felt like a kid again, completely out of his depth. 

"I'm not in love with you," he said atonally. "I'm allowed to give a fuck what happens to you without being in love."

"I know you don't love me, Ray," Kevan said at once. "I told you as much the other night when I gave you the ring. But it doesn't mean that we can't be lovers, does it? It doesn't mean that I can't get so deep inside you that you feel like a part of me; so that your eyes close and you grind your teeth together and make that wonderful little noise in the back of your throat like an angry cat; and all your body squeezes up tight around me and I just know that you're about to cum so hard..."

"Kev..." Rayne's green eyes were glistening dangerously. His pupils had dilated until they were in danger of eclipsing the pale irises. He rose to his feet, moving towards the door. "Don't do this."

"Don't do what, Ray?" Kevan moved with him, reaching for his shoulders. Strong warm hands closed on his upper arms. "God almighty, you are so beautiful. Even dressed up as a thieving little chav you're as hot as hell on fire."

Rayne shook his head again, unable to speak. He could feel the words all pressed up in the back of his throat, a traffic jam of words caused by a pile up of three tiny, monosyllabic utterances. 

Don't

Touch

Me

Kevan's hands moved up onto his shoulders, caressed the curve of his neck and cupped his face, lifting it gently. He rubbed the pad of his thumb gently over Rayne's lips, feeling them part involuntarily. Huge, helpless green eyes met his own, as wide and imploring as a kitten's gaze.

"Come upstairs," Kev whispered. 

Another little shake of the head was his only response.

"I want you," Kev told him, his lips less than a few inches from Rayne's soft, sexy, choirboy mouth. "I'm rock hard for you. I want to feel your teeth in my neck while I push my big hard cock into you."

"Kev..." Rayne pleaded softly, his voice little more than a breath. 

He was so hungry it was ripping him apart. Surely Kevan could see it. How could he not realise what he was doing?

"Let me take you upstairs and undress you," the mortal murmured eagerly, his fingertips stroking Rayne's cheeks and neck. 

"I can't." Rayne closed his eyes. He had the sudden, horrible thought that he might just cry if he had to keep looking into Kevan's soul like this. Either that or rip his windpipe out with his teeth!

Maybe Kev saw it too for he suddenly let go and backed up a step. A long ragged sigh escaped him and he pulled away, reaching for the door. 

"I'm really that abhorrent to you?"

Now Rayne blinked at him, shaken that he could believe this. 

"Kev... no. It's nothing like that. You don't understand."

"You're right there, Ray." Kev hesitated in the doorway to the hall. "I 'don't' understand you. I know that you never had any complaints when I was inside you. I know that you love taking it. I've listened to you screaming with pleasure often enough over the last couple of months. Maybe I should just give you what I was going to give you from the start and you can go. Maybe that's behind it. Maybe that's what you're not telling me and I should have been a better fucking psychologist or something."

"I do 'not' scream," Rayne said defensively. Then his brows lowered. "What do you mean, 'give me what you were going to give me'?"

Kevan crooked a finger at him solemnly then turned and walked to the foot of the stairs. Rayne hesitated in the doorway.

"If this is just a ploy to get me into your bedroom..." he began.

"It isn't," Kev said grimly. "Do you want to see this or not?"

"I don't know," Rayne told him diplomatically. "I have no idea what you're on about."

"Come on then," Kev sighed again and led the way up the thickly carpeted stairs. Their feet made hardly any sound on the steps. 

The landing was a soft rose pink with a floral border. Kev led the way across to a small room that was probably the box room although it had been kitted out as an office with half-panelled walls and a computer desk by the window. The man bent and unlocked a drawer in the desk then produced a fat, plain, unsealed manila envelope and handed it back wordlessly to his companion. Rayne took it warily as though it might explode in his hands. 

"What is it?"

"Have a look. You tell me," Kev said to him grimly. 

Intrigued, Rayne unfolded the lip of the envelope and peered in. There were a number of photographs inside, packed in tightly. Some were large 10" by 7 prints although there were a number of smaller Polaroids taken by an instamatic camera. He recognised the format immediately having purchased an elderly instamatic when he was just fourteen with the intention of taking nude pictures of his then-girlfriend, Angie McDonnell. He tugged on one of the prints and a few came out in his hand and tumbled to the floor.

Rayne dropped to a crouch, turning them carefully, not sure at first which way up they were supposed to be. Then as the truth slowly dawned on him he let go of the entire package and backed up to the wall, his eyes wide. Kev was by his side at once, catching him as his knees buckled and steering him to the swivel chair in front of the desk. Rayne sat down there heavily, blinking like a startled owl, unable to look at him at first. He tried three times to get words to come. On the fourth attempt he managed to spit out; "Where...? H-h-how...?"

"You know I work with the Vice Squad?" Kev crouched in front of him, taking his hands and holding them gently. 

Rayne just nodded, feeling numb and shaken. 

"We did a raid on this guy in Hulme last week. This was part of the stash the sick bastard was hoarding. A lot of it got burned right off but we took some stuff back as samples for the courts. We wanted him nailed for pedalling kiddie porn. I didn't even realise until I was looking through them later on at the office." Kev looked down, shamefaced. "The more I looked the more I knew it was you. Jesus Christ, Ray! Tell me you weren't willing!"

Ice green eyes flickered to his own, horrified. 

"Does that make it easier?" Rayne asked huskily. "If I was being raped that makes it better, does it?"

"No... I mean... at least..." Kev buried his face in Rayne's lap and closed his eyes. "That's not what I meant," his muffled voice said weakly.

Rayne sank back bonelessly into the chair, staring straight ahead at the slats of light shimmering through the window blinds. He shuddered involuntarily. 

"I wasn't willing."

He felt Kev look up but could not meet his eyes. If he had still been mortal his cheeks would have been on fire by now.

"How old...?"

Rayne cut him off; "I was thirteen. My room at Bryan and Iris's house was smaller than this. When my mum walked out on my dad we wound up living there. Iris was my mum's sister, Bryan was her husband."

"Your Uncle?" Kev elaborated but Rayne said nothing. He neither confirmed nor negated the remark.

"On the night of my thirteenth birthday Bryan came into my room as I was just drifting off to sleep. He was getting ready for bed. Everyone else was already asleep, he said." Rayne blinked once then frowned as if trying to see something that was not quite clear. "I remember feeling him pull the bedclothes back and the air felt cold on my legs. Then he took my pyjamas off. He pulled my pants down first then pulled them off me. Then he rolled me on my side and unfastened my top and took it off. I was very sleepy, at first I thought I was dreaming. He let me lie back down on my tummy and I heard him take his shorts off and drop them on the floor. I felt him put his finger between my buttocks, but it felt strange, kind of cold and slippery. He pushed until his finger went inside me. I didn't struggle, Kev. He'd done that to me before and I knew that it hurt more if I got scared and struggled. I let him put his fingers in me and touch me. I thought that if I was quiet and good for him he'd do it then go away like usual."




Underwear Ch. 04



Rayne closed his eyes and took a long breath. Kev was stroking his hands again, very lightly as if he was afraid that Rayne might suddenly lash out at him. 

"You don't have to tell me this," he said when the Vampire fell silent for a moment.

"I thought you wanted to know?" Rayne blinked again then looked down at him uncomprehendingly. "I thought you wanted to know why he took those pictures of me, doing those things with him and his friends."

"He raped you?" Kev whispered, his face pale. "That night, after your birthday... did he rape you?"

Rayne just nodded his head. He felt as though he should have tears running down his cheeks but instead he was just numb. All he could think was 'Why does Kev have these pictures? What is he doing with them?'

"He got on top of me and pulled the covers over us then he rubbed his cock between my legs and asked me was it nice? I said yes because I just wanted him to go away and leave me alone. I thought if I made him happy he would go but he just kept rubbing it there and after a while he put some more cold stuff in my crack and said that in some countries a boy becomes a man at thirteen."

Kev's fingers tightened around his hands. Rayne smiled at him, a weak unfeeling smile that left his face utterly open and vulnerable for once.

"He put his hand over my mouth then and pushed his cock up me the way he did with his fingers. I was very tight and it hurt. I was crying but he said that if I made a noise or told anyone what he had done he'd kill my Mum and I'd get put in a home because my Dad was too much of a drunk to look after me." Rayne swallowed but his mouth was dry. He looked away. This time the tears were very real. He blinked until they cascaded from his long eyelashes like falling stars.

Kevan's arms moved around him and suddenly he was being held close. Rayne did not fight it. He needed to be embraced. He needed something to take the pain away and wipe out the evil memories. It was beyond his understanding how Kev could look at those pictures and still want to hold him like this, like he mattered.

"Did it...? It must have... happened more than once..." Kev exhaled into his dark hair. 

Rayne nodded, too despondent to lie. For years he had managed to steer his thoughts away from Bryan Collinge and the things that had been done to him in that man's house. Now it all came flooding back over him like a wash of hot blood. He shuddered in Kevan's arms, feeling sick to his gut.

"Often?" Kev was whispering curiously.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell your Mum?" He stroked his large, warm hands slowly up and down Rayne's back, keeping him close. The words were a hot wind against his neck and ear.

"I did." Rayne swallowed and tried to sit back, to compose himself. Of all the conversations he had prepared for on the way here, this was not one. "I was too scared for a while, then I thought that he would try something with one of my friends and I had to say something."

"Your mum believed you, yeah?" Kev smiled helplessly at him.

"Not at first. She was really mad at me, then after the doctor had looked at me and he said he ought to call the Police..." Rayne gulped down another sobbing breath. "She cried then. I couldn't make her stop. She thought it was her fault, for leaving Dad and for having an affair with Bryan."

"She was fucking him?" Kev's eyebrows rose, furrowing his brow. Clearly he had not expected that twist.

"They had a thing going, years before I was born," Rayne told him atonally. "Then Mum got pregnant and my Nan split them up 'cause Mum was too young. Mum met my Dad afterwards and they got married and Bryan married Mum's twin sister a few years later. When my parents started to fight, Bryan came round sometimes and tried to talk to them. I came home from school one day and my Dad was out but Bryan was there in the front room with my Mum. He had her top undone and her knickers were on the floor. He was fucking her on the couch and she loved it. I could see it in her face."

He wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Kev leaned back and found him a tissue.

"Do you think she was in love with him?" he asked.

"I don't care. She shouldn't have gone with him. I told him that afterwards, when he came upstairs for the bathroom but he just said that we were scum and he could do whatever he liked to any of us." Rayne stared at the crumpled wad of tissue in his hands. "Then he pushed me into the bathroom and molested me."

Something else seemed to have occurred to Kev for he was frowning earnestly.

"You said your Mum had a baby with Bryan..."

"It wasn't me, if that's what you were thinking." Rayne's eyes flickered briefly to his face then away again. "She had it adopted. I didn't find out until years later."

Kevan stroked his hands. He retrieved the tissue and binned it. Rayne bent his head so that his black hair tumbled forward, screening his pale face. After a few moments he felt Kev's gentle fingers stroking through his mane, searching for his face. 

"What was his name?" the Vampire asked huskily.

"You what?" 

Rayne sat back abruptly, running a hand through his ragged forelock. His pale eyes were fixed on the mortal's face.

"What was his name? The guy who had these pictures?"

"I can't tell you that. And he's in custody anyway," Kev said reasonably.

"Okay. Describe him to me." Rayne's eyes narrowed.

"I can't do that," Kev protested, sitting back on his heels. He looked uncomfortable now. "Don't ask me to."

"I just want to know what he looks like. Is he old? Young? Fat? Thin? Blond? Dark?"

"Rayne... don't do this. I can't tell you. Let the cops deal with him." 

The Vampire was on his feet. He moved so smoothly that Kev barely saw it happen. Now the mortal tumbled back from him and landed on his backside on the floor of the little office room. 

"I've seen how the cops deal with things," Rayne hissed furiously at him. "They look after their own, that's what they do!" 

He picked up one of the black and white prints from the floor and waved it in Kevan's face.

"See him?" he demanded, jabbing at the picture with one finger so that it almost punctured the glossy paper. "See that fat bastard with his cock in my mouth? He's a fucking senior copper, isn' he! And they never brung 'im to trial, because all these fuckin' pictures had conveniently vanished by the time Bryan was taken in." He threw the photograph aside and snared another. "This cunt here... the one that likes to lie back and get his cock ridden, the lazy fucker... he was headmaster of a posh boys' school near London. Can you fuckin' believe it? And did they ever fuckin' find him? No!"

Kev was sprawled on the floor, his weight on the heels of his hands. Rayne knelt between his legs, waving pictures in his face like a being demented.

"How long would you say that a pervert like my Uncle Bryan should get in jail for raping children?" he growled huskily. "Look... there he is again. Lovin' it, isn' he? Ramming it in like there's no tomorrow!"

Kev swallowed dryly. 

"It... it depends on the conditions."

"Give me a ballpark estimate," Rayne sneered at him. He was staring at another picture, lost in some private hell, his beautiful face bloodless and unreadable. "How long, for getting my mum up the stick when she was fifteen; fucking my sister until she flipped out and ran away; raping me when I was still at school and not even interested in blokes? What's that worth, heh?"

"Fifteen years to Life," Kev said with a shake of his head. "It depends, Ray."

"Eight years," Rayne Wylde corrected him, without looking his way. 

"What?" Kev was incredulous. "For violation of a minor? No chance!"

"Eight years." The Vampire nodded slowly and handed him the picture. The face of the boy on the bed showed wide, white-ringed eyes and something else. His head was thrown back, lips parted and he was visibly, impossibly, aroused. "He was out in less than five."

"They let him go?" Kev felt himself get hard and put the picture aside. There was something too dark and too knowing in the face of that young boy on the bed. He saw echoes of the grown man that kid had become. Kevan could almost hear the sound he knew was coming from those full, moist lips, he had heard it often enough when he and Rayne were fucking.

Kev tried to bring his knees together and get off the floor but Rayne had seen the rising bulge in his pants, he knew. The Vampire was watching him now, his eyes unblinking, that lovely face so quiet and still that he was almost unreal.

"Like that one, do you?" he whispered at last as Kev edged back from him and began to pick up the photographs one by one and put them back in the envelope. "Does it get you hot, Kev?"

"You know it's not the photograph, Ray," he said weakly. 

"No," the slender creature responded more quietly, shaking his head a little. "I don't know, Kevan. Why don't you tell me? Explain to me why a picture of a scared thirteen year old boy getting spread and fucked by four middle aged men gets you off."

"I told you... it's not the fucking picture!" Kevan exploded, throwing the envelope towards the desk. It landed there like a ticking bomb. Neither man wanted to touch it again but both pairs of eyes were drawn towards it. "Look... take the fucking horrible things and... burn them... or whatever you want to do with them."

Rayne's eyes moved to his face, his brows drawn down like the points of daggers to the bridge of his tip-tilted nose.

"Give me the name," he said coldly. "Give me that and I'll leave you alone. I'll never bother you again."

"What makes you think that's what I want?" Kev protested. 

"If I have to look at you again, I'm gonna rip your throat out," Rayne promised him darkly. "Give me the pervert's fucking name, Delaney!"

Kev closed his eyes. He felt a wave of nausea begin to roll deep in his guts. 

"Hanson," he said reluctantly, at long last. "Martin Joseph Hanson. That's his name."

There was a silence. When he opened his eyes, Rayne was staring at him mistrustfully. 

"I don't know who he is," the Vampire said at last. "I don't know that name."

"He isn't one of them?" Kev whispered, feeling a small wash of relief. He had no sympathy with the pornographer's plight but it went against everything he believed in to share classified information with a person he knew was capable of exacting his own revenge. If Rayne was caught... Kev did not want to think about what might happen to both of them.

"How old was he?" Rayne demanded, running his fingers along the edge of the desk, not yet willing to pick up the envelope.

"Dunno. About twenty eight, maybe." Kev shrugged. "I didn't book him in."

Rayne let out a long, shivering sigh. He seemed suddenly dispirited again. 

Kevan moved towards him and reached out to cup his face. At first Rayne shied away but at last he held still and allowed the mortal to touch and hold him once more. 

"It wasn't the picture, Ray," Kevan whispered to him quietly. "It was just you."

"I don't get it," Rayne whimpered, his words barely audible. "I don't understand."

"I wasn't excited by the picture," Kev tried to explain. His fingers caressed his lover's pale, cold face tenderly now. "I just... I recognised that look you get sometimes... when the sex gets too good and you can't take much more. I could hear that little quivering, gasping noise you make when you're gonna cum hard and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I could feel you tightening up around me, squeezing my cock until I can't take it either..."

Rayne swallowed hard. He had his head bowed slightly, eyes half closed. The long black lashes were wet with tears. 

"What is it?" Kev whispered to him, pulling the other man gently into his arms again. "Don't cry, Ray. I can't stand to see you cry."

"If I tell you a secret," the Vampire exhaled, his voice shaking slightly, "do you promise never to repeat it, or to mention it again?"

"You didn't kill them, did you?" Kev asked warily. 

His lover shook that dark mane with a small, choked, bitter laugh. "I wish!"

"Then I swear it. My lips are sealed."

Rayne Wylde looked up at him solemnly, the pupils of his eyes wide and black, as dark and bottomless as the gaze of the child in the photograph.

"Sometimes..." he began huskily, then stopped and cleared his throat. "Sometimes... I... I..."

He swallowed again, looking away. Kevan turned his head in both hands, kissing him on the forehead fondly.

"Sometimes...?" he prompted.

"I liked it." Rayne said very quickly and quietly.

Kev's cock pushed hard against the zipper of his pants. 

"You said they raped you."

"They did. I didn't want them to do it," Rayne's eyes flew to his again, desperate not to be misunderstood. "I was scared. Every time it happened I was scared of what they would do, even when I 'knew' what they would do." He drew his hands up to his breast, fingers clenched into small, pale fists. His sharp, white teeth clenched behind those too-soft lips. "I used to shut my eyes and pretend it was happening to someone else. I was imagining it all being done to someone else."

"I've heard a lot of rape victims say that," Kev responded with a little nod of his head.

"I hated Bryan, but sometimes when he was inside me and I was someone else..." Rayne broke off, his mouth moving but no sound coming out as if he had just swallowed something particularly nasty.

"You could feel yourself about to cum and there was nothing you could do to stop it," Kevan finished for him. It was what he had seen in the picture, he knew it. That scared, startled, resigned, excited expression was just what Rayne was talking about. 

"I'm as sick as them," the Vampire said in a brooding tone. 

"No." Kevan shook his head at once. He drew Rayne to his body firmly and kissed him on the mouth. Rayne's slim, cold arms slid up around his neck, pulling the taller, broader man down towards him, hanging off him like a child. His lips moved urgently against Kevan's mouth, that little wet tongue flickering between his teeth like a minnow darting through the rocks of a shallow pool. They did not come apart for quite some time. 

When Rayne's soft, boyish lips parted wetly from his own, Kev felt a little sigh of icy breath flow into his head. Rayne's head tilted back, his pale eyes were closed and he was pleasantly limp and unresisting, still hanging around the older man's neck. As he let go and dropped down to stand flat on his own two feet again, Kev led him by the hand into the bedroom next door to his office. They left the photographs on the desk. 

END OF PART FOUR

© Josh & Sadie Rose 2006



Underwear Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Uncontrollable

By Josh & Sadie Rose © 2007 

I would like to begin this chapter with an apology to those who have been waiting patiently for further instalments of the adventures of Rayne for far too long. This chapter has taken me more than ten months to write; a record even for me. Due to circumstances outside my control the last eight months of so of my life have been a NoWrite Zone. Hopefully I am out of that cycle now. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter, which takes a darker step into the world of Rayne and relationships and also sees Rayne and Kevan work together for the first time since A Portrait in Blood, with potentially disastrous results. 

So without further ado, I will continue where Chapter 4 left off... The Bedroom!

xx.S 




Rayne did not argue as Kev laid him on the bed on his belly, then reached under him to unfasten his jeans and slowly pull them down. They did not talk, there was no need for words. Kevan stripped quickly, his own cock hard and aching and retrieved the crumpled tube of Astroglide from his bedside cabinet. He knelt on the edge of the double bed and applied a good blob of the slippery goo to his lover's spasmodically clenching ring, rubbing it up into his exposed arsehole with two fingers. 

Rayne squirmed a little and Kev told him quietly and firmly to lie still and be quiet. He rubbed a liberal coating of lube onto his long hard shaft and mounted Rayne at once, spreading his soft white cheeks with both hands and rubbing the slippery head of his sex against the young man's pink, vulnerable rosebud. Rayne whimpered and Kev leaned forward, wiping his hand on his lover's smooth, round arse cheek and putting it over his mate's mouth to keep him quiet as he pressed his cock into the tight, forbidden wetness of his tempting hole. They had played variations on this game so many times since their first date. In most of them, Ray was the youthful ingenue (of either sex) experiencing his first big dick and Kev was his mentor and instructor in the arts of anal loving, showing him how amazing a good hot, hard fuck could be. Rayne bucked and struggled a little now, moaning reluctance, but Kev held him steady, leaning forward so that he could feel his prick slide smoothly and unrelentingly into his wriggling boyfriend. 

"Is this what he did to you?" he panted eagerly, beginning to thrust. 

Rayne screwed his eyes shut tightly. He could see more than he needed to. This physical connection with Kevan gave him a powerful emotional link as well. He said nothing.

Kev must had imagined it so many times since finding those pictures. What would it have been like to be the first one inside him? Only taking him gently and showing him how good consensual lovemaking could feel instead of simply using him as Bryan had. Kev had so many fantasies about being with a virgin lover and Rayne felt awkward with them all, though he had played the game for plenty of men before and never so much as shuddered at the idea of it. It was about being in control more than violation, he told himself firmly. Those men had insecurity issues and he already knew for a fact that Kevan was insecure about their relationship. 

Rayne clenched his teeth irritably. There it was again, that 'R' word; the one he had been trying to avoid. 

He let Kev rock against him slowly and evenly, pulsing in and out as he moved up and down over his mate's slender body. His breath was hot on the nape of the Vampire's neck. Softly, Rayne groaned through his teeth at the hard, rhythmic intrusion between his buttocks. His cock stiffened in response against the soft bedclothes and he reached under himself to adjust it. At once Kevan's hand came down to join it, stroking and fondling him as he quickened his thrusts. 

"Mmmhhhh... do you like that, you naughty boy?" he whispered huskily. "Is that good for you, Ray? I'm not hurting you?"

He shook his head, unable to force out words, even if his mouth had not been covered by Kevan's other hand. There was a lump in his throat and his heart was hammering away too hard in his chest cavity. Frantically he rubbed himself against the duvet as he was filled with pulsing cock. His slight, smooth, slender body undulated against Kevan's sweating stomach and groin. Kev's hand released his jaw slightly and uncovered his mouth so that he could hear his mate panting rapidly. Rayne uttered a high-toned, husky moan and began to suck his fingers. 

The taste of Kev's skin, the feel of him, the scent of his blood and his semen were driving the Vampire in him crazy with need. His lips and tongue devoured the flavour of his lover, a mixture of sweat-salt and lubricant. He rubbed his face in Kevan's warm hand.

"Are you horny, Ray? Does it feel good to get some hard cock up your arse?" Kev huffed, getting closer to his orgasm with every thrust. 

His naked lover made a breathless, affirmative noise as he wriggled and bucked underneath Kevan, pushing his firm backside back greedily into his lover's thrusting groin; impaling himself on that big dick. Kev pumped it in as deep as he could, letting Rayne get a lovely chute full of his thick, erect sex. His spunk squirted out hot and wet into his playmate's twitching, clenching, well-fucked colon and Rayne writhed like a worm on a hook, crying out urgently with his face pressed into the quilt to muffle his cries. 

"You are so hot!" Kev hissed in his ear. "So submissive. I can't believe how real this feels. It's genuinely like screwing a virgin."

Rayne groaned quietly, rubbing his face into the soft, pastel duvet cover. Kev withdrew and rolled him onto his back. They twined about one another and kissed long and slow on the bed. Rayne kept his eyes closed and Kev sucked on his lips and tongue seductively. 

"You beautiful little fox, I need you so much right now," he breathed eagerly. "I want to take your tight arsehole again and again."

"Shut up!" Rayne said to him hoarsely. "Shut your mouth and fuck me, Kevan."

"Mmmmmhhhhh, you potty-mouthed, little slut," Kev chuckled. "Spread those skinny legs for me, Ray. You're gonna get your sweet little pussy rammed so hard!"

Rayne twisted and writhed on the bed as Kev parted his thighs and lifted his knees, giving himself access to his lover's stretched and lubricated passage. With his knees over Kevan's broad shoulders he submitted to the mortal's urgent probing. As Kev's firm, fleshy cock head punched into his sensitive rectum, he arched his back and cried out breathlessly. 

"Do you like that, Ray?" Kevan panted, bucking into him quickly. "Is that good for you, my gorgeous, horny little monster?"

Rayne gripped the duvet cover to either side of his hips and thrashed urgently from side to side. A long, low, keening note escaped his throat, as he was rapidly pumped full of cock meat. Kev bent over him, mounting and humping him furiously. Sweat dripped from his face and body as he thrust away hard in that snug, fleshy orifice. His fingers closed around Rayne's upper arms and he held onto his beautiful young lover, rocking himself in and out of the Vampire's arsehole with a quick, frantic rhythm that was driving his whimpering mate closer and closer to release. 

His heartbeat pounding in his ears, Rayne Wylde closed his eyes tightly and began to cry out. His lips formed sounds without words. Words were too complex for this lustful equation. Pure, unadulterated moans and yelps were enough to drive Kev on. His mate did not need to be told how big he was. He knew it. Kev was the muscular, hairy Alpha male and this afternoon Rayne was his willing bitch. Except he was a bitch with a rock hard cock throbbing and leaking on his belly.

"Aaaahhhhh...! Sweet Jesus, you're good!" Kev groaned, bucking harder between his cheeks. "Rrrggggghhhh, you naughty boy. You love this, don't you? You can't get enough of Uncle Kevan's huge dick!"

Rayne nodded his head rapidly, moaning his assent. The pictures were still fresh in his mind. He was caught between the memory and the reality; an adult and a child simultaneously; bewildered by the way this man's pulsing sex deep inside his body was making him feel. His lips parted around a breathless plea; words he had never said to Brian.

"Fuck me harder. I need to cum."

Kevan powered deeper into him, needing no further encouragement. He knew what Rayne could take and it was a damned sight more than this. The Vampire's cry of satisfaction was little more than a sharp intake of breath followed by a whistling, shuddering sigh. His lips framed a silent howl and his dog teeth extended, forcing his jaws wide. The sigh became a moan, low in his throat like a wounded animal. Kev pushed all the way into him one final time, growling his ecstasy as his throbbing balls exploded and slumping between Rayne's legs to hold him close. 

He did not struggle as the Vampire's fangs sank into his neck with a soft, wet, rending sound, amplified by its closeness to his eardrum. Kevan trusted him implicitly not to do anything foolish. Rayne Wylde tapped a vein and began to suck. He gave lovebites like nothing on Earth.



The blood crushed all of Rayne's emotions, it drowned out his senses. All he knew was blood; the lush, hot feel of it squirting into his face and running over his tongue like velvet; the sweet, sharp, coppery flavour flooding his throat until he thought he would be sick from the excess. His fingers knotted in Kevan's ginger curls and he pulled the man's head down fiercely, biting again and revelling in the second spill of gore. Rayne rubbed his naked body up and down Kevan's abdomen and thigh, loving the sweaty friction and the tantalising intimacy of this bloody kiss. He had never been so needy with Kev before. They were always careful when they shared like this; delicate almost. Rayne was half-afraid to take too much, to go so far that he could not pull back. It had happened before, with other mates, and he was invariably wracked with remorse when he came to his senses and realised what he had done. For over five years now he had been able to control his blood-hunger. Tonight he wanted caution to go begging and control to be damned. Kevan tasted mouth-wateringly delicious and he wanted all he could take of the man.

Kevan spread Rayne's thighs with his knees as the Vampire ravaged his jugular. He pushed back into his slender lover and they coupled again, more slowly and intimately. Rayne licked his neck with long, rough strokes of his tongue, then nuzzled and suckled where Kev's neck was still bleeding, the wound responding slowly to the coagulant in his saliva. At last he slumped back onto the blood and cum stained bedclothes, panting hard, great long breaths that made his chest rise and fall like powerful waves on a stormy ocean. The spill of drying blood on his face and torso was startling. His exposed fangs were still glistening with gore, but retracting now as he writhed on the bed beneath his eager sex-mate. 

"Christ!" Kev stopped thrusting and put a startled hand to his neck. "What did you do to me, Wylde?"

"Sorry... I was starving!" Rayne sucked a hiss of pleasure through his teeth as he was gripped firmly and pounded harder in retribution. "You'll have... to... uhhhh...punish me now. Don't hold back, Kev. Make it hurt!"

He hooked his knees over Kev's hips and walked his bare feet slowly up the mortal's naked back as Kevan began to slam into him obediently. Anyone else would have begged for mercy almost immediately but Rayne surrendered to the violent pounding without complaint. On the night he and Kevan met, Kev had fucked him savagely like this on a squeaky single bed in a squalid doss house. Rayne had not tried to stop him though he could have done so had he desired. He had needed to submit to the frenzy just as he needed the violent pulse of Kevan's cock in his arsehole tonight. Rayne had never been able to explain it before, generally he liked to top his partners but every so often a man came along for whom he was just a natural submissive. It had never occurred to him that sex with Kevan Delaney would be more than a frantic one-night stand. It had not seemed obvious until tonight that he was reaching back into his past; trying to make sense of what had happened to him as a child.

On the night that they met Kev had tried to stake his lover, suspecting him to be a Vampire serial killer who had murdered a number of young boys in the Canal Street area. It had taken all Rayne's powers of persuasion to make the man believe that he was not guilty. Once they had brought the real killer to justice (which in their case meant introducing him to the sweet hereafter with an axe) Rayne had believed they would go their separate ways. Kevan clearly had other ideas, not least of which involved getting back between the Vampire's legs and fucking him there as hard and as frequently as possible. To Rayne Wylde's surprise, he found he had no complaints about that.

"You are fabulous," Kev huffed as he gripped Rayne's slim hips in both hands and jack-hammered his tenderised rectum vigorously. "I missed you so much last night."

"Me too. I was gagging for a good bite!"

"'And' my cock, I hope!"

"I'll bite your cock if you want me to," Rayne grinned and licked his bloody lips. 

"You naughty little fox," Kevan panted. He knelt up and pulled out, rolling Rayne over and hauling him to his knees so that he could get himself in doggy-style. "You're gonna get fucked all night, my sexy little bloodsucker! I'm gonna fuck you until you've got that rapist-bastard right out of your system!"

"Ssshhhh," Rayne sighed wearily. "Don't talk about him now. I don't want to think about him, only about me and you."

Kev laughed appreciatively and carried on banging him hard from behind until Rayne's hot spot was tingling and his balls were twitching and aching with need. When he began to cum it was as if someone had lit a fuse deep inside his colon and it fizzled crazily through his veins and nerves, reaching out towards his groin and exploding up through his nuts and his long, throbbing shaft until he began to cry out with every gasp for breath. He closed his eyes and sobbed desperately as the massive climax gripped his body, jerking at it so violently that his limbs shook and he was as weak as a baby. He sank into the embrace of the damp, rumpled duvet with his arms folded and his face buried in them. Behind him, Kev's strong fingers gripped his slim thighs tightly at the junction of his hips, keeping him on his knees as he slammed that hot, thick length of cock meat in and out of Rayne's wet, twitching orifice. The feel of it pistoning in and out of him was almost unbearable now. The pleasure was like a cold, surging fire within him. It seared him internally until he was almost ready to beg Kevan to stop, even though he kept on cumming inside long after his own erect sex had stopped dribbling semen onto the covers.

Kevan pulled Rayne up into his arms and held him, on his knees, astride the bigger man. Rayne was huffing and whimpering, wriggling in his powerful embrace. Kev pushed that big throbbing tool deep inside him one last time and growled wordless pleasure like a furnace blast in Rayne's left ear as he exploded within his lover's clenching sheath, squirting his sticky wet heat into the younger man's bowels. They sagged against one another, on their knees, soaked in Kevan's sweat and their accumulative ejaculate. Rayne, who rarely felt warm any more, was on fire. Any early discomfort he might have been feeling had evaporated with the final explosion of mindless pleasure. 

As they sank down on the bed, he turned and curled around Kevan, feeling the mortal's answering embrace wrap itself round his body like a hot, wet blanket. He buried his face in the man's sweaty breast and succumbed to a feeling of breathless satisfaction and happiness that shocked him with its intensity. In over twenty years he had not felt this way about another man. He had not 'let' himself feel this way. He knew that the emotion he was experiencing was a dangerous thing. Need made him lower his guard. He did stupid things when he let himself become too attached to any one person but right now he just wanted to stay in Kevan's arms and never let him go. It was more than just the sex, which was incredible nonetheless. Rayne felt safe and loved and protected when he was with Kevan Delaney. Even when he was being idiotic Kev did it out of love and hopeless desire for his mate.

"Will you promise me something?" Rayne whispered softly now as they snuggled against one another on the bed, not caring that the covers were damp with sweat and other bodily fluids. "Something very important."

Kev nuzzled him wearily, kissing his dark hair and pulling him closer. 

"Anything," he breathed, his chest still rising and falling a little too quickly.

Rayne squirmed around in his embrace and propped himself on his forearms, looking down at the exhausted mortal speculatively. 

"I don't want you to ever talk about what happened today," he said, in a more rational voice. "Not to me and not to anyone else. Okay?"

Kev blinked at him rapidly and shook his head; "Not even about the fuck?" he asked at last. "I mean... it was a blinding fuck!"

"It was a blinding fuck once you stopped pretending I was jailbait," Rayne told him acerbically. "I don't like that, Kev. You've seen the evidence. You ought to know why by now!"

His lover offered an awkward smile in response and looked away sheepishly. Rayne rolled his pale green eyes and lowered his head onto his folded hands over Kevan's breastbone. After a few moments he felt Kev begin to stroke his hair again tenderly. 

"I promise," the man whispered in a husky voice. 

Rayne closed his eyes, succumbing to a sense of relief. He realised with a start that he had been afraid of this whole, horrible mess pushing Kevan away from him. Knowing that Kev would do anything to remain by his side was comforting and he was intensely touched by the realisation. 

"I'll let you do anything to me, in bed or anywhere else," he said in quiet, measured tones, trying to keep the tremor of emotion from his words. "But not that. Not the schoolgirl virgin stuff, okay?"

"Okay," Kev agreed in a small, hushed voice. He was silent for a moment then added; "You 'do' look fucking sexy dressed as a schoolgirl, Ray!"

The look he got for that remark could have been taken in on an assault charge.



**

They burned the photographs on Kevan's barbecue that night; silently, one at a time. Rayne studied each one as if committing the details to memory before casting it onto the flames. Kev watched him protectively from the kitchen doorway, arms folded across his chest, conscious that it was the destruction of evidence but unwilling to say a word to stop it. Afterwards they made love on the kitchen table and again on the living-room floor before scrambling upstairs into bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. 

"I never imagined I'd wake up beside you here," Kevan whispered to him as the first fingers of daylight filtered in through the pale, turquoise and gold curtains and he opened his eyes to find Rayne watching him possessively across the pillows.

"It feels... good," Rayne murmured guardedly in response. 

"Is your bum sore?" his lover asked him with a calculating smile. 

The Vampire shook his head and there was a definite gleam in his eyes as Kevan rolled onto his hands and knees astride him and bent to kiss him greedily on the mouth. The man's cock was rock hard and his Undead mate was soon just as rigid as Kevan's tongue explored his mouth and their bodies moved in languid tenderness against one another. Rayne allowed Kev to kiss and touch him all over, writhing sensuously on the mattress as the man's hot lips and tongue roamed over his naked body intimately. It was as if their passion had slowly mutated into something slower and more personal. Rayne was not complaining. It felt amazing and he was more relaxed than he had ever been with a man and without the aid of drugs.




Underwear Ch. 05



"Mmmhhh... I love you, Ray," Kevan rumbled softly in his ear, holding him so close that their bodies felt like one entity. 

Rayne experienced a little prickle of anxiety all through his skin that disturbed the peace of that one blissful moment. He tried not to let Kevan feel the shiver that ran through him but knew that it was a vain effort.

"I know you don't like to hear it, but it's true," Kev whispered to him, kissing his neck and throat again, so softly that his mouth felt like silk on Rayne's naked body. "And I know you don't love me, I understand that it's difficult for you. And I don't mind, really... I don't mind, so long as we can be together like this sometimes. You know what I mean, Ray?"

The Vampire put a hand against his lover's chest and gently pushed until Kevan was kneeling over him and he could look the mortal in the eyes. If Kev was playing games with him he would know it. Words could weave spells of disorientation but the eyes never lied. The look in Kevan Delaney's wide blue eyes would have broken his heart if he had a functioning heart to break. 

"I don't deserve you, Kev," he said quietly at last. "I mean... you can be a bloody idiot sometimes but I know you're a good bloke. And you really ought to find yourself someone a bit more..." 

Human... his subconscious mind finished slyly. 

"I don't want anyone 'a bit more' anything," Kevan protested at once. "I just want you. I've tried being a normal, straight, married bloke and that didn't work. I've tried 'Jack the Lad' and it's just not me. Ever since I first met you in the pub that night I've not been able to get you out of my mind."

"You know I move in dangerous circles, Kev," the Vampire warned quietly. "You've already seen the kind of villains I deal with and the results aren't pretty. Not ever!"

"I know what you are," his mate responded with a shake of his head. "And it doesn't matter. I was out in the Falklands once, remember. And I deal with all kinds of miserable scrotes as a part of my job. Like that fucker we pulled in the other day with the photos, yeah? And we've got to be polite to 'em. That really galls me, you know. All I want to do is get the bastard on his own in a cell and beat the pervert until he screams. But we can't do it."

"'I' can do it," Rayne said atonally. His ice-green eyes darkened slightly as he said the words and Kevan knew it was not an idle threat. The look on his face said that he was already regretting giving Rayne the name of the pornographer they had arrested in Hulme. 

"Don't kill him, Ray," he begged now. "If he can lead us to his friends then we might have a major bust on our hands. He's just a fuckin' minnow, this one."

The Vampire hissed softly through slowly extending dog teeth. Kevan had seen him get angry but his anger was not normally directed the mortal's way. He held his ground bravely. 

"I know you wouldn't hurt me just to get to him," he said in a solemn tone. 

"I want to be there when you interview him," Rayne whispered huskily. "I'll do anything you want in return; I'll dress up; I'll fuck your mates; anything... but I want to be there."

The pay-off was tempting, he could see it. Kevan was already deliberating the price he would exact for a favour such as the one his lover wanted. His response when it came was surprising though. 

"A bit of dressing up might be in order actually. A bit of play-acting; you're good at that, aren't you?" Kev speculated, looking thoughtful rather than lustful. "Yeah... that could just work."



***

Paul at Amberley's had been giving Rayne Wylde deportment lessons so that he could move with feminine grace in the most extreme footwear. The lisping assistant loved to watch him trying on shoes. And he loved to help even more. Rayne had discovered on his last visit to the curious emporium off Oldham Street that the tall blond man had a massive foot fetish. The Vampire was courageous enough by now to go shopping on his own. He had already decided that it was safer to buy his own outfits than let Kevan run riot in the role of Dresser. He had gone back to the curious outfitters off Oldham Street to apologise for running away without paying for the items he had virtually ruined on the day that he first visited the store. Since then it had become a bit of a habit to stop by at Amberley's just to chat with Paul for a while. When he was not in full-on sales assistant mode, the camp young man was actually quite amusing. 

During his most recent visit the blond lad had invited Rayne to his house for lunch. This was a fairly neutral request but Paul then added, almost too casually, that he would like it very much if Rayne would stay and play with him for a while after they had eaten. 

He was expecting sex but the game, it soon transpired, involved dressing up. Paul's bedroom was like a set from the movie Cabaret with huge mirrors ringed with lights and a vast, black, silk draped bed. It was akin to walking onto a stage. The childlike excitement shone in Paul's pale blue eyes as he ushered his new friend into his most private sanctum.

"Why don't you take your clothes off?" he suggested, running a hand slowly down Rayne's back as the Vampire turned to look at him. 

"Why would I want to do that?" Rayne asked cautiously. 

"So that I can dress you," Paul whispered with a little smile. "I promise to make you look beautiful. Just like a porcelain doll, but so sexy!"

He slid his hand into the open neck of Rayne's shirt, stroking the Vampire's pale, hairless chest with a fascinated expression on his face. The Vampire had already noticed that when he was on his own territory his lisp was not so bad. When Rayne did not move or speak, the blond man began to unbutton his shirt slowly and slipped it back off his slender shoulders. 

"You have a lovely body," he whispered appreciatively. "So slim and androgynous. I want to touch you all over."

"Go on then," Rayne said with a tolerant quirk of his lips. 

Paul moved in close, kissing his chest and neck searchingly as he unfastened Rayne's fly, easing his long, warm hands inside and pushing the heavy denim downward slowly. Rayne's jeans cascaded to his ankles and he put his head back, letting Paul lip at his throat and caress his torso and bare belly tentatively. 

"Mmmmhhh... you go commando. Delicious!" he purred as his fingers curled around the Vampire's cock and began to stroke it. "God, you're so smooth. So cold though. You need warming up, darling," he sighed, running his other hand down over his companion's pert arse cheeks and touching his slim thighs. 

"Are 'you' going to warm me up?" Rayne asked, feeling his fangs extend slightly at the idea of biting Paul and tasting his essence as the young man pumped his sex for him. 

"I want to make you look truly stunning first," Paul murmured in his ear. "Your boyfriend likes to dress you up but he has no idea how beautiful you could be. I can make you into every man's most erotic dream."

He guided Rayne to his dressing table and crouched beside him, still fully dressed, selecting lipsticks and eye pencils. Deftly he ringed the Vampire's pale green eyes in kohl and a green pressed powder so dark that it was almost black. Next he worked a little stripe of blusher into the other man's ashen face beneath the sharp line of his cheekbones. Looking in the mirror, Rayne thought the shadows made his face look gaunt but he said nothing. Paul selected a deep purple lipstick then, almost as black as the eyeshadow, gently stroking it over his playmate's full, pale lips. 

"God, you have such a beautiful face," he exhaled as he worked on Rayne's mouth. "Your eyelashes are incredible. You don't even need mascara!"

He teased his accomplice's dark hair up with a long toothed comb and pinned it in layers so that it cascaded from the crown of his head, baring his neck and face, then opened the top drawer and produced a black collar in patent leather with a huge silver buckle which he fastened around the other man's neck. Next, he went to his expansive wardrobe and produced a tight, black velvet basque for him with little downy feathers around the cups and seams. Rayne caught his breath as he was cinched into the shapely garment. If he had believed that his waistline could not get any smaller he was soon to be proven wrong. The stays of the tight black garment pulled him in until he had an hourglass figure and was grateful that he did not 'have' to breathe. Paul procured a pair of black velvet, full length gloves, black suspenders and sheer, dusky, silk stockings with an old fashioned back seam from one of the drawers and took his time putting them on his new playmate, especially the stockings. As his guest sat on the edge of the bed, the blond man slowly rolled the silken garments up his slender legs, stroking Rayne's feet and his calves and thighs almost possessively. He deftly fastened the hook and eye suspenders, one at a time, kissing each one as he completed his task. 

"You're a big boy, we're going to have to take drastic action to get you into the panties," he exhaled finally, producing a tiny pair of black lace knickers that looked no more substantial than a lady's decorative hanky. "Lie down on the bed and lift your legs."

Rayne laughed sceptically but he did as he was told and moaned a little as Paul produced a tube of lubricant and applied a blob to his ring, gently rubbing it in with a fingertip. The moans became sighs of appreciation as the blond penetrated his rectum and began to stimulate him internally with two fingers. When he pulled his fingers out Rayne groaned with disappointment but the emotion was short-lived. His host now pulled a small, fat, tapered butt-plug from the same drawer that had disgorged the lube and greased it thoroughly before easing it up his companion's twitching anus. He felt deliciously full inside with the firm rubber plug up his arse. Next Paul began to fondle Rayne's balls, pressing on them gently, manipulating the throbbing orbs in his scrotal sac until the Vampire was on fire and his cock was rock hard. Paul carefully lifted and tucked his partner's nuts back up into his scrotum a little at a time until they were almost completely hidden behind his pelvic bone. The sensation was so alien that it made Rayne's eyes water. 

But that was nothing compared to the next treat his host had in store for him. A black latex sheath was the next item of apparel and Paul rolled it onto his playmate's cock with extreme care, making sure that every inch of Rayne's hard sex was encased in fine, shiny black rubber. There was a little loop in the head of the sheath and he clipped a short, silver chain to it, then fastened a tight black cock strap around the base of Rayne's dick, holding it in place. The chain was tugged back between Rayne's thighs and the other end was clipped to a matching loop in the cap of the butt-plug, restraining the Vampire's cock between his legs. Now, Paul eased the skimpy panties between his thighs and fastened them with ribbon ties just beneath his hip bones. 

"Lovely!" he panted, rising to look down on his creation. "Now for the piece de resistance!"

Rayne could not imagine what Paul might have in mind to top his absolute emasculation. The tall blond man returned to the wardrobe and when he came back to the bed he was holding a black, velvet box. He opened it to reveal a pair of black, patent stilleto-heeled shoes with a long, winklepicker toe and ankle straps with big silver buckles. The heels were five inches long and sharp as daggers. Paul put his face into them and breathed in the scent of new leather reverently. His cock was thrusting against the crotch of his faded jeans now and he had to unfasten his fly when he knelt on the bed to put the shoes on Rayne's feet. 

This was a performance in itself for the blond man first crouched and worshipped his companion's stockinged feet, stroking, kissing and licking them through the silk as the Vampire lay on his bed feeling bizarrely aroused in spite of the curious circumstances. Kneeling up, Paul lowered his pants and guided Rayne's feet to his groin, coaxing his beautiful guest to rub his silk-clad soles over his hard sex until he began to leak copiously. Paul took hold of Rayne's feet and began to thrust his cock between them until he climaxed hard, spattering the black silk and the lace of his playmate's panties with his cum.

Rayne was torn between disgust and amusement by now, and lay back with a little chuckle as Paul crouched between his legs and put the shoes on his feet with all the ceremony of Prince Charming fitting the slipper onto Cinderella. Again he kissed his companion's feet all over, sucking the elegant toes and the pointed heels and masturbating hard as he did so. 

They did not have sex, which seemed most peculiar to Rayne after all the effort Paul went to with his foreplay. For Paul the worship of his feet was the most important thing. It was what brought him to an aching, shuddering climax on no less than three separate occasions. 

Once he had found relief, Paul taught his beautiful guest how to walk in the shoes. He gazed adoringly at the Vampire as Rayne strutted elegantly up and down his bedroom floor like a glamour model on a private catwalk. This was a precursor to Paul stripping off and prostrating himself naked in front of Rayne, kissing his feet some more. Then sprawling supine on the bedroom floor he begged the Vampire to grind the toes of his fabulous shoes in his crotch. He came hard whilst Rayne was abusing his groin this way. When he had spilled the last of his seed, Paul unfastened the ties of Rayne's panties with his teeth and undid the cock strap and the chain between his guest's thighs. He masturbated Rayne to orgasm within the latex sheath as the Vampire stood astride him, pumping his hand rapidly up and down the rigid shaft of Rayne's long, hard cock. The friction of the thin layer of rubber between Paul's hand and his sensitive sex brought him off quickly and he filled the sheath with his semen, uttering a short, sharp bark of pleasure as he exploded. 

Paul peeled the prophylactic slowly off his cock, careful not to spill any of his companion's ejaculate, then licked Rayne's cock clean before putting the open end of the sheath into his mouth and squeezing the cum out of it, gobbling it down greedily. 

They took a quick shower together and neither man was particularly talkative. Rayne was still bemused by the situation and Paul seemed quite shy and reserved about what he had just done. The Vampire knelt in silence and sucked Paul's cock beneath the cascade of water. He sensed that the blond man felt awkward about letting him do that, as if he would somehow be left in Rayne's debt, but he tolerated it and climaxed quickly and economically between Rayne's skilful lips. 

They went their separate ways on leaving the house. Paul kissed him quickly and tentatively on the cheek, then went back to work and Rayne wandered down from Ancoats into the city to meet up with Kevan at Brown Street station, where his lover had been working. Kev was up to something, he could tell, and he was curious to discover what. 



***

"You want me to act as 'bait'?" he exclaimed, just under an hour later after he had watched through a one way mirror as Kevan and another detective he did not know grilled the man they had arrested in Hulme with the illicit photos the other day. Although the prisoner was not familiar he did speak with a London accent and when the two men put the pressure on he admitted to having contacts in the south east who could get illegal photographs and movies for him within days of placing an order. He didn't make the films or take the pictures, he protested throughout; he was just the middleman. 

The whole interview left Rayne with an unpleasant taste in his mouth that he could not quite get rid of. Somewhere out there someone was still distributing those photographs; the ones he had seen were almost certainly not the originals. And that someone most probably had a good idea of who the boy in the pictures was. Rayne had been blackmailed before, and the idea did not scare him. His nemesis most likely had no idea that Whipsnade's former lead vocalist was now a Vampire. When he made that discovery, Rayne wanted to be there.

He put it to the back of his mind for the time being. Now Kev was outlining the plan he had for Rayne to pay him back for that little breach of protocol and the Vampire was wondering if the sketchy information he had overheard was worth this much grief. The division had a serial killer on their hands; a man who had already murdered two female students and a young prostitute in the city over the past couple of months. Recently one of the girls he had attacked managed to escape with her life by playing dead whilst he raped her.

Kevan and Dave sketchily unveiled their prospective operation using Rayne, sweetly dressed up, as the lure to bring their catch in to land. They already knew they area he was operating in and the kind of girl he went for. 

"It's either you or we send out a WPC that might get seriously hurt if he turns nasty," Kev explained rationally now. "This guy's been throttling students and young prozzies for over a month, Ray. He's a slippery bastard. Every time we think we're onto him he wriggles through the net again. But the girl that survived ID-ed him pretty comprehensively so we know what he looks like as well as his MO. We're not asking you to streetwalk, just look available. If anyone who doesn't fit the description asks you for sex just tell 'em you're waiting for someone."

Rayne sucked on his teeth with a reluctant scowl. He knew that Kev had a point. The man they were after wasn't a big guy but he was fast and strong. The police thought he might be an acrobat or some kind of fairground worker. He seemed to work an area for a little while then move on to a completely different patch. The regional Forces were combining their data to try and catch him. In Newark a few months before a schoolgirl had managed to get away from him after he raped her. She and the Manchester prostitute both provided descriptions of the same man. He was about 5' 8" and stocky with powerful arms and stomach muscles. His hair was fair and receding from his forehead and he wore it close cropped. There was a serpent tattoo on his upper right arm and another on his crotch around the base of his dick. On his chest there was the image of a naked girl. He wore a chunky gold ring on the forefinger of his left hand and an expensive looking watch on his left wrist. 

"So you think he's still here?" the Vampire asked sceptically. "Wouldn't he have cleared off if he thinks the girl might put the finger on him?"

"He doesn't know she's still alive," Dave said quietly. "We managed to keep that out of the press, so far."

He's getting cocky," Kevan added. "We've got another one in the morgue, they brought her in this morning. Looks like she's been dead for a day or so."

"Christ!" Rayne exhaled bitterly. His mind was already made up but he had been on the game and he knew how vulnerable some of these kids could be. "Look... I'll give it a go," he ventured at last. "But we don't even know he's going to be attracted to me."

"All the girls he's attacked are smaller than him, very slim; generally quite young; short, dark hair and small breasts," Kevan told him, opening a folder and showing his lover some pictures of the victims, all of them naked, showing the extent of the virulent bruising around their necks and on their breasts and hips; and all, save two, quite obviously dead. 

Rayne swallowed, feeling sick. The fear in the eyes of the Manchester survivor was stark. The young girl from Newark was just a kid, there was a blank, hopeless expression on her face and she did not look into the camera. He knew that Kev was right. None of these girls had stood a chance with their attacker. At least he might be able to fight the bastard off and maybe hold him until the Police got there. If it came to playing dead he had no equals, he thought with an ironic, humourless smile.




Underwear Ch. 05



"Okay," he told them reluctantly. "I'll give it a go."



***

Paul helped him to prepare. Rayne was adamant that Kevan's idea of what was feminine would not work in this context. Having seen the more decent pictures of the girls who survived, Paul agreed with the Vampire. They were back at Rayne's apartment discussing wardrobe requirements with the young shop-keeper. The blond man had appointed himself Rayne's dresser straight away and Rayne had a little more confidence in his choices. 

"These kids look like students," Paul pointed out, with a little frown. "He's not going for classy girls, or even for those that like to show a bit of flesh, I reckon. You said this is the kind of thing she was wearing on the night she was attacked?"

"Yeah," Kev nodded gravely. 

The Manchester girl's shirt was open and off the shoulders to show the extent of her bruises but fastened it was probably quite a demure item. She was wearing jeans and Timberland boots. Her short, bobbed hair was dark and plain with no adornment and her makeup was very simple; a little eyeliner and a dab of lipgloss. In contrast the kid from Newark wore no makeup at all, though her round, pretty face probably did not need it. Her hair was slightly longer; dark and straight like some of the oriental students wore theirs. There was a streak of pink in it. She was clad in a knee-length, button-up dress with a black cardigan, black over knee socks and hi-top style trainers. There were countless little strings of coloured beads around her slim wrists. Rayne chewed on his lips in silent condemnation. She looked younger than her alleged sixteen years, he thought. 

He realised that Paul was looking contemplatively at him and nodding his head. Now the blond man murmured; "I think we can manage this."

Rayne closed his eyes. The girl was a kindred soul. As a child he would have dressed in a similar way, casual jeans and hand-me down shirts without the uniform regularity of labels and stamp of commercial fashion. He loved the stripe of bright colour and her black painted fingernails. Kids like this had come to Whipsnade's shows all the time; they were his children and he owed it to them now to catch the bastard who had taken her innocence in his bare hands and ripped it to shreds. 

"Let's do it," he said in a grim tone of voice. 





Paul took him upstairs to a little office room in Amberley's to perform the transformation whilst Dave and Kevan waited down in the deserted store. Outside, Rayne could dimly hear the steady clamour of the city as it carried on with its day to day business. He knew that they were groping in the darkness with this attempt to catch their rapist. There was an easier way, which he would have mentioned if he did not think that Kev would turn up his nose at it. He could meet the girl and taste her blood, recover her memories and use them to hunt her attacker to the death. Rayne would have preferred to do things his way but he knew that Kev was likely to veto any such suggestions. The police wanted the rapist behind bars, even if Rayne doubted that he would stay there quite as long as he deserved to. He was not in the mood for an argument with Kevan Delaney, so soon after their recent bust up over McCall. Things were only just getting back to normal between them. Kev had been as good as his word over the promise he made. There had been no mention of Brian and no further attempts to persuade him to play 'virgin'. 

But, Kevan was a dedicated copper. He would do anything in his power to ensure that they caught this menace; even keeping his boyfriend sweet so that he played along with their plan. 

"Don't scowl," Paul said quietly, struggling to keep his makeup minimal and yet still feminine. "I'll fuck up your eyeline."

"Sorry," he muttered. "I was... somewhere else."

"Are you scared?" Paul asked him, dabbing a moisturised tissue in the corner of Rayne's eye and drawing another line of black over the first to define it firmly. 

"No," the Vampire said atonally, reminding himself at the last minute that Paul had no idea what he was dealing with. This ignorance was reinforced when the blond man whispered;

"I'd be bricking it! What makes Kev think that you'll fare any better with this pervert? I mean, I know you're a man, but..."

Rayne raised an enquiring eyebrow. 

"But...?"

"Well, you're tiny!" Paul said apologetically. "I'm sorry, but you are. There's nothing to you! And what are you gonna do when he pulls your skirt up and finds out you're a boy? He'll freak out!"

"Maybe he won't find out," Rayne said with a challenging look. 

"You've got a cock!" 

"And you can help me hide it, like you did before," Rayne reminded him. "That afternoon when we went back to yours."

Paul shook his head solemnly. 

"He's still going to find out you've no pussy!" he argued. 

"Maybe, but then he doesn't fuck them in the pussy does he!" the Vampire explained with a little sigh. "That's why I'm up for this detail, soldier! Both the girls that got away said they were raped in the arse. One of them was fucked in the mouth as well but he doesn't touch their cunts. He might never even twig."

"What if Kev and the cops don't show up in time?" Paul asked nervously. 

He shrugged again, examining the dark green nails that Paul had manicured and painted for him before he began on Rayne's makeup. 

"I'm in trouble," he said casually. "Or he is."

"What do you mean?" Paul asked, narrow-eyed. 

"Nothing... forget it. Kev'll be tailing me like a fuckin' bloodhound. He'll show up with the cavalry and we'll get the guy in the Paddy-Wagon bang to rights! End of story!"

"You trust him that much?" Paul sighed, a dreamy look on his face all of a sudden. "That is so adorable!"

"I trust him with my life," Rayne lied, seeing no reason to disabuse the blond man of his innocent fantasies. 

***

Kev and Dave escorted him as far as the edge of the city centre and left him at the top of Princess Street to make the walk back into the student quarter alone. Paul had come up trumps with his outfit which was a mix and match of masculine and feminine styles; a long, black shirt that came to his knees, belted and worn as a dress, over dark, woollen thigh-high socks and plain white cotton knickers with a small, strappy jersey top under the upper part of the shirt so that it could be worn open. He wore his own 16 hole Doc Martens and a three-quarter length black coat over the shirt. On Dave Ramsey's insistence, Rayne was also wearing a discreet wire disguised as an MP3 player so they could communicate with him and he could keep them appraised of his location. 

He took a criss cross route back and forth through the side streets off the main road, feeling happier oddly enough once he was on his own. Rayne had lived in this part of town long enough to appreciate the darkness and the city's seamier side no longer held any fears for him. Even so his adrenaline was high tonight. He loved to hunt, although he tried to play down his enthusiasm for Kevan's benefit. Rayne was still not sure how the big fool would react to the idea that his lover was a ruthlessly efficient killing machine. It had not been a lie when he told his mate that he tried not to drain the people he fed from. Such recklessness was enough to put him in danger from hysterical Vampire hunters and as such it was a way of life he could avoid when necessary. But that was not to say that there weren't certain elements who thoroughly deserved to donate their life's blood to a worthy cause. 

Rayne considered himself a more than worthy recipient under those circumstances.

He came back out onto the main thoroughfare near to the multistorey car park off Brook Street, and waited there for a little while under the golden cone of sodium streetlight as if he was meeting someone. A couple of cars pulled in to the kerb whilst he was waiting and he made small talk with the cruisers but also made it plain that he wasn't working. His man operated on foot. Neither of his surviving victims mentioned a car. 

Generally the men were disappointed but good humoured and moved on in search of fresh meat. Rayne lit a cigarette and made his way up Brook Street then walked down by the hospital and cut through the car parks there back towards the student flats beyond St. Mary's. He was already beginning to think that this was a lost cause. Their man might have moved on. He had already attacked four girls in Manchester, maybe he had reached his limit. 

"Where are you?" Kev's voice crackled in his ear. 

"Outside the hospital, just off Oxford Road," he said quietly. 

"I think we've gone on past you. We'll double back and come down the main road," his lover told him. 

"Okay. I'm gonna walk over towards the Contact then round to the back of their car park, then I'm quitting. There's nothing doing out here and I feel like a plant-pot in this get up, Kev!" Rayne stepped out into the lights of Oxford Road and crossed to the other side of the main thoroughfare. There was something going on up at the Academy and for a moment he felt an age-old longing to join in, to go and watch a band and have a drink. It would be nice just to be normal for an evening. 

He walked down to the front of the venue and scanned the posters, exchanging light-hearted chat with the touts outside. To his chagrin he had never heard of the band who were playing but the kids flowing into the venue looked like his kind of people, dark-clad and made up with dyed hair and a wardrobe put together from countless charity bins. Rayne made himself walk on by, feeling suddenly quite disheartened. In the ten plus years since Whipsnade stopped recording he had rarely missed the chaos of that lifestyle, but tonight he was filled with a strange yearning that would not go away. He wanted to be swallowed up by that eager crowd, to feel the energy of a live performance again. 

Stubbing out his cigarette against the wall by the Student Union building he touched the little button on his MP3 player and said; "Change of plan. I want to go and see the band. I'll meet you at mine tomorrow night."

"What band?" Kev asked in his ear, but he never got an answer. 

As Rayne turned back towards the road, fully intending to inveigle a ticket off one of the touts, a hand snaked out from the darkness and slapped over his mouth, dragging him off his feet and hauling him into the shadows behind the Union block. His captor snaked an arm around his upper body, pinning him tightly to his torso and kept the other hand clamped hard over his mouth and nose as he hurriedly got his quarry out of sight behind the bins in the darkened courtyard. 

"They'll lock you up talking to yourself," a gruff voice said quietly in his ear. The man's accent was unfamiliar, not local but not a regional cadence that he was familiar with either. 

Rayne tried to turn his head, to get that hand off his mouth without having to bite. If he could just let Kev know where he was then this might not have to get messy. He struggled furiously and his assailant rammed him up against the wall of the small, concrete bin-enclosure then tried to pull up the hem of his shirt with one hand to grope him. 

"No!" Rayne growled, his negation muffled by the hand that gripped his lower jaw. 

"Keep still you little slut!" his attacker warned coarsely, panting as he tried to get Rayne's knickers down with one hand. "You know who I am, by now, yeah? You know I'll hurt you if you scream!"

Desperately he nodded his head. 

'I hope you can hear this, Kev Delaney!' he thought frantically.

The rapist eased his grip on Rayne's jaw and took hold of his shoulder, turning him roughly with his back to the wall. He ripped his victim's shirt open and tried to pull it off. Rayne ducked to his knees at once and tried to scrabble away but was caught by the ankle and towed back into the concrete bunker, kicking and yelping. 

"No! Please! I just want to watch the band! Please! The band, 'Next Door'! At the 'Academy'!"

The man kneeling over him in the darkness was squat and stocky, his short hair slicked back so that the colour was indeterminate. He wore a puffa jacket and faded jeans. Rayne registered the gold rings on the thick fingers of his left hand before the man punched him in the face and almost knocked him senseless.

He tasted blood in his mouth as his head stopped spinning and he realised he was lying on his belly on the concrete floor as the man yanked his belted shirt up over his waist and pulled his knickers down fast and hard. 

"Don't..." he choked out, trying to get up. 

A hand pushed him down firmly and his forehead hit the ground as he heard the sound of a zipper and the rustle of his attacker's jeans being lowered. 

" 'Don't'!" he warned now, through gritted teeth, fangs extending until he felt them prick the gums of his lower jaw. 

"I told you to shut up, you stupid bitch!" the rapist grunted, prying his arse cheeks apart roughly and spitting into the exposed valley between them. 

Rayne got his hands to the ground under his shoulders and pushed back against him furiously. He felt the grip on his bum release and the man's hands found his throat and began to squeeze. 

"I warned you, bitch!" he growled, throttling the little Vampire as he persisted in his efforts to mount his captive. "I don't care if you're breathing or not when I cum. We can do this the nice way or the nasty way, darlin'!"

Rayne twisted like a serpent in his grasp, bracing one arm against the wall as he felt his eyes fill with stars. He didn't need the air but this was cutting off the blood to his brain and he knew he was going to pass out if he couldn't get the bastard's hands off his throat very soon. He kicked out furiously, his booted foot connecting with something softer than concrete. The man on top of him howled and let go. Rayne Wylde did not give him a second chance. 

If the bastard expected his victim to wriggle away from him he got a fairly substantial wake-up call. The Vampire twisted right around onto his back and lashed out with one hand, snaring the back of the man's head in his long fingers. The guy got a hand to his neck but that was as far as he got. Rayne was conscious of the vivid tattoo of a nude woman splayed across his chest, unveiled by his open shirt. Her legs were open wide and her mouth open too. He never stopped to wonder who would etch such a tattoo on a man without questioning it. His fingers pulled the rapist's head down to his level and he bit down hard on the man's throat, sinking his fangs in deep and bringing his right leg up at the same time as his attacker still persisted in trying to spread him. 

He felt the bastard's whole body jerk and shudder as his knee made contact. Now he managed to grip the man's clothing in both hands and push him back, rolling over hard so that he could pin the guy to the ground and kneel on his chest. 

"Bitch!" the rapist hissed at him breathlessly. His hands ripped at Rayne's shirt blindly and the Vampire pulled back from him with his jaws wide and blood dripping from his extended fangs. 

"You wanted to play 'nasty'!" The Vampire snarled. "Well 'this' is nasty! And this is how 'I' play it!"

He dropped like a stone onto his attacker and would have ripped his throat out but at that very moment a pair of strong hands caught his shuddering shoulders and yanked him violently away. 

"Easy tiger!" Kev Delaney called out, letting go automatically as he felt his frantic, Undead lover twist like a small tornado in his grasp. "We've got him covered!"

"He's 'mine'!" Rayne sucked a snarling breath through clenched teeth, still dripping blood as he tried to get to the man who was jerking, bleeding and moaning on the ground beyond them. 

"No!" Kevan moved between the Vampire and his quarry as he saw Rayne try to go for the man again. "This wasn't the plan, Rayne!"

Dave had moved around to the rear of the bunker and had a gun trained on the rapist but his eyes flickered repeatedly to his partner and to the little savage he was trying to hold back. Dave had seen Rayne fight one of his own and that had been bloody enough. Now he was struggling to decide who was the greater threat here, their mark or the bait. 

Rayne drew a quivering breath and then another. All he could taste was blood and he wanted more but he could see the look on Dave Ramsey's face. The moment Dave moved his hand; the moment the gun moved away they would lose the slimeball. Rayne knew it, perhaps better than Dave did. 

"Don't! Don't shoot me, David," he exhaled, shaking his head, struggling to sound sane. "In my place you'd have done the same thing."

Kevan half turned and looked a question at his partner and Rayne slumped back against the wall of the bunker and closed his eyes. It was over and he wished he felt satisfied. 

***

He spent the next three days asleep. Kevan let him feed when they got back to the Station and once had been (formally) debriefed they called a taxi to take him home. Kev would be involved in the interview process for some hours to come and decided that it was for the best to get his lover as far from their suspect as possible. Rayne still felt twitchy and restless though. He paced back and forth in the apartment for several hours, trying to get the sense of outrage out of his system. Even blood would not quiet the torrent of passion in his breast, although it made the difference between sanity and madness. He knew that he would not hunt. He could rest if he chose to. For a long time he did not choose to rest. 

Now he was forced to ask himself the hard truth, there was no escaping it once he was alone. Would he have stopped if Kevan had not found him? Would he have carried on bleeding the cunt until there was not enough strength in his body to survive? And would he have done so out of pity for the man's victims or hatred for his own abusers? 

Rayne paced again, still covered in his attacker's blood. He could smell it on him; could smell the man's sweat and semen on his skin and clothes. Irritably he stripped and discarded the clothing he had been wearing in the kitchen bin. For almost thirty minutes he stood under the shower, scrubbing his skin until he was raw and sore. When he closed his eyes he saw Kevan's frightened face, and Dave's uncertainty. He knew that neither man would ever look at him in the same way again. The thought was unsettling. 

Feeling clean but not completely scourged he retired to his bed and curled up, naked and forlorn, unable to rid himself of the burning anger inside. He wept then; sobbing furiously until his chest ached and his eyes and throat were sore. This was his existence. This was what he had become. He was a killer and it was in his blood, there was no escaping from it. For a little while he might let Kevan's unquestioning love redeem him but sooner or later, on such a night as tonight, Kev would see him for the animal he was. This was why he kept potential mates at arm's length. This was why they were never allowed too close. He had forgotten the first rule of his own survival. 

Never forget that you are no longer human. 

END OF "UNDERWEAR" CHAPTER FIVE

© JOSH AND SADIE ROSE 2007 



Underwear Ch. 06



© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2008 

The usual terms and conditions apply. This is My Underwear. Don't steal it. Don't wear it. Don't post it to your website without my permission. You can sniff at it if you must but when I catch you, you WILL be severely punished! Enjoy... xxx Sadie.

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Kevan did not ring at all the next day. He did not call around to the flat and he made no apparent effort to send a message. In his absence Rayne slept - quite literally like the dead - when he was not checking his mobile or his answering machine, that is. At 2.33 in the afternoon he drank two pints of cold water and listened to the mechanical voice intoning; "You have no messages" for the fifth time that day. 

The Vampire wrapped the telephone cord around the fingers of his left hand and yanked it out of the socket. Then he threw the whole contraption across the room and watched it disintegrate against the far wall. 

"Don't need a fuckin' ansaphone anyway!" he muttered to himself caustically. "Don't need 'any' of this crap!"

He went back to bed and curled up under the crumpled duvet cover where he bit down on the knuckle at the base of his left thumb and sucked gently on the watery spill of his own blood. It was comforting but it did not create sufficient distraction to take his mind off the events of last night. 

"Should have banged their fuckin' heads together and drained the murdering bastard!" he grumbled under his breath. "Stupid Cops! Stupid fuckin' muppets!"

Restless and angry, he rolled onto his back, kicking off the covers and staring at the ceiling, watching it swim and blur, then blinking his eyes furiously to clear them. It had been ages since he had felt normal and human. After the nightmares of London - the pain of losing so much that was important to him - Rayne had closed the doors on any kind of relationship. Gradually, the warning that Jabez had once given him was sinking in. It was true. He would lose the people he cared about one by one. Either he would alienate them by exposing them to the truth or he would have to cut them out of his life altogether. He was in his forties now and he still looked like a young man. His features would not change. And those who knew him best would begin to notice it. They had 'already' begun to notice. 

Worse still than that; he would have to watch them die. It had started to happen, all too soon. Rayne was no stranger to death; it had haunted him from the womb but to watch people he had grown up around slowly wither and fade was agony when he knew that he could not halt it and would never share their fate. 

It was why he had come here, to Manchester where hardly anyone knew him. He was lonely for much of the time but it was better than hurting.

"So why'd you do it?" he groaned rhetorically, throwing his forearm across his eyes to shut out the light. "Why'd you let Kevan in like that? Why the fuck did you let him get under your skin so badly?"

He could not answer that question. For months he had been telling himself that he felt sorry for Kev; that he hated to see the man lonely and wanted to help him. Like Rayne, Kevan had been cut out of the picture of his own life; forcibly ejected from the warmth and unity of his family. The vampire knew how that felt; he could empathise. It felt good to have something in common with someone normal and human. Well... someone 'human' anyway! When he was with Kevan, for a little while he could be normal too. 

And when Rayne was 'not' normal, Kevan somehow managed not to be totally freaked out by it. Or at least he had managed until last night. 

Kev never minded feeding him, but that was a controlled interaction. It was gentle and sanitised; a game of give and take. They had made it a part of their lovemaking and Rayne knew that his mate enjoyed giving of himself. Somehow Kev still managed to convince himself that he could make Rayne stop. Until the other day he had never seen his lover bite a human being in anger. Now he knew the truth, and the truth had not been pretty. It rarely was!

In the end Rayne threw himself out of bed and showered again, then dressed and went for a walk. He could not hide away in his eyrie like Count Dracula. There were practicalities to consider. No one was going to deliver fresh virgins to his door so he would have to find sustenance if he did not want to become a total wreck. Brooding over Kevan Delaney was not going to feed him. 

By the time he had washed and decided on his choice of wardrobe it was almost four thirty and the streets were in that grey hiatus between post-lunch shopping crowds and office-emptying, rush hour throng. Rayne was comfortable with that. It was a cool, damp, mid-May afternoon, which also lessened the impact of people on the streets. He could bide his time. 

His mentor, Jabez was not an advocate of daylight feeding. The ancient Vampire considered it a risk not work the taking but Rayne had grown up in cities and he knew that there was a sub-strata that existed there even when the sun was shining and people were pretending not to have a care in the world. It was true that some Vampires would not walk in the daylight but often they were the older ones, cautious and stubborn; stuck in their ways. They had grown accustomed to using the night as a cloak to hide their proclivities. Rayne was a creature of an era where there were even clubs and societies for people who liked to pretend they were Vampires; places where they could meet and cut one another, licking up the blood. Hardly anyone was going to bat an eye, even if he took a bite out of someone right here on the street. The old rules no longer applied. Yes the sun could burn you; but for Rayne Wylde who had grown up with a complexion like fresh milk, this was nothing new. He was not going to frazzle to cinders just because the sun was shining. Although he might consider wearing a broad brimmed hat and a decent pair of shades! 

(In the end, as it was overcast, he didn't bother with either!)

He wandered down Canal Street and up through Chinatown, taking his time. The smells already emanating from the myriad restaurants in the Chinese Quarter were enough to make his mouth water on their own. He adored oriental cuisine. Even though ordinary food had little benefit for him now, he still loved the flavours and the sweet, sharp, spicy aromas from the countless kitchens, cook-shops and takeaways on his meandering route. There was something so bright and optimistic about Manchester's Chinatown, even set in this district of towering industrial factory and office buildings with their dark, looming facades and high, narrow windows. A coloured banner fluttered here and over there a ceremonial archway broke the gloom. There were neon strips and coloured hoardings all lovingly decorated with flowers and delicate golden Chinese script. As darkness came on and the lights began to shine it sometimes felt as if a festival was about to take place. Rayne was constantly expecting to turn a corner and find a Chinese dragon dancing on the street whilst brightly clad waiters and shopkeepers played discordant, enthusiastic horns and pounded on drums and cymbals. The rhythm of the area made him want to dance. 

Popping his earphones in, he thumbed the tactile controls of his MP3 and let the little machine serenade him with random noise. It could hold around 5000 tracks and he never bothered to title them. When the machine was full he deleted things at random and added new ones. He thought that the sound in his head was a Finnish rock band but he was no longer sure; the only thing he could say was that he liked it and the throbbing drums and soaring guitars suited his mood. With his head full of sound he walked the streets, able to drive reality back to the boundaries of his consciousness. It was the perfect relaxation technique. Since childhood he had always been able to lose himself in music and he was no different now. The soundtrack lifted him and carried him. He walked in random circles taking in the streets that were just off tangent; never quite entering the busiest thoroughfares. His route cut across the back ways and skirted the consumer arteries of Deansgate and Market Street, bypassing Piccadilly and sliding across the corner of Portland Street into the bohemian shadows of the Northern Quarter. 

A young man wearing a black fluffy jacket and a silver waistcoat with black and charcoal striped drainpipe trousers walked past him heading for Oldham Street and met his eyes with a flirtatious smile. He and Rayne were well matched for height, which was rare enough. The youth's sweeping glance took him in from head to foot. Rayne walked on by and let his feet carry him for three, four, five strides then turned from the waist. The lad was looking back at him, dark eyes sparkling with amusement. He was walking backwards now, unable to avert his eyes. His short dark hair had little blue and white flashes in it which fascinated the Vampire. There were thirteen silver earrings dangling from his left ear and a simple lobe tunnel and a silver hoop with a bead of jet in the curving shell of the right one. Such 'lickable' ears!

Rayne stopped and watched him back into a lampost, cursing and laughing; shaking his head. He fought the smile but it curved his lips anyway and he had to look away. When the young man came back towards him he was not surprised. The soundtrack in his ears subsided to a natural break as he reached up and removed the small, black plugs, casually thumbing the pause control on his player as the lad drew level with him. 

"Sexy!" the young man remarked, nodding at his MP3, which was a sleek little thing, no bigger than a credit card; a gift from some music magazine he had recently written for. "Like its owner."

His accent leaned towards the southern reaches of the city. Rayne could not actually tell if it was natural Scally or the boy was putting it on for his benefit. He slid the tiny console into his jacket pocket and looked the younger man over very slowly, taking his time, letting the youth get flustered. Fifteen years in the music industry had given him a good grounding for dealing with flattery. Most people, bestowed with a compliment would either deflect it, choosing to deprecate themselves as a defensive mechanism to gain reinforcement of the appreciation, or preen a little in the warmth of the adulation, whether it was expected or not. Rayne did neither, he simply measured the depth of the compliment and waited for the reality.

"I've seen you before somewhere, 'aven't I?" the boy said at last, recovering the use of his tongue. "I mean, on the telly or something?"

Rayne let him stew for a little longer before he answered. "Not lately, no."

Those dark eyes widened. They were the colour of plain chocolate and reminded him painfully of Matty Greening, though the lad was smaller and looked nothing like his old friend. Just lately everything he came into contact with made him maudlin. Rayne pulled himself severely back to the present. He had a job to do; there was no point getting sentimental. 

"D'you fancy a shag?" the lad asked him, almost bringing the smile back to his lips again. There was something so direct about that question; so honest. It almost warmed his heart. 

"Here?" he asked, looking around as if he expected a mysterious Narnia-esque doorway to open right off the street leading into the young man's sumptuous bedroom. 

"If you fancy it!" His inquisitor laughed hoarsely, shaking his head. "You're a right mental case aren't you?"

"Psychiatrist's wet dream," Rayne nodded. 

"What's your name?" the lad persisted. "I'm Clyde."

"Like the shipyard?" Rayne queried. 

"Eh?" His companion looked blankly at him and Rayne mentally shaved a few more years off his age. 

"Nevermind... it's good to meet you, Clyde."

"Hehehe! So... where do I know you from?" Clyde asked him, suddenly serious again. "I bet you're in a band or something aren't you? Or on the telly."

"Actually... I'm an escaped serial killer," Rayne told him with a little sigh. "It's a ball-ache at parties. Totally kills the conversation."

"Mental!" Clyde exclaimed again. "You're a nutter. Fuckin' gorgeous though! I never met anybody my height before; not gorgeous! And you're a fuckin' nutter!"

"Speaking of fucking," Rayne said casually. 

Clyde lived around the corner in a flat above a newsagent's shop. It was nothing to write home about but it was at least warm and unexpectedly clean. Rayne slammed down the emotional shutters and focussed on the need for food. He and Clyde were naked within minutes of tumbling into the lounge-cum-bedroom. He moved down on the younger man at once, wrapping his lips around Clyde's erect cock and suckling on the salty heat of it. The young man was lean beneath his fitted outfit and wore more jewellery in his navel (a diamante starfish) and the head of his cock (a small silver ring with a death's head bead on it ) Rayne tugged on the ring with his teeth now, making his mate wriggle and groan with pleasure on the living room floor. 

His studded tongue teased the boy's leaking slit and rolled seductively down the underside of his twitching shaft. Clyde was decently hung, with a nice, solid seven-incher, clean shaven and uncircumcised just as Rayne liked it. He had a snug-fitting foreskin, which the Vampire now used to great effect, stroking the sheath of supple flesh up and down over the boy's pulsing bell end with his skilful fingers as he licked the base of Clyde's cock and his smooth, low hanging balls. 

"Suck my nuts," Clyde huffed and Rayne hardly needed the invitation. He was already taking them in his mouth, sucking on the ball-sac, tugging with his lips on the loose skin around his partner's heavy testicles until Clyde grunted with pleasure. He only let go when he felt his fangs extend involuntarily. 

Clyde pushed him eagerly onto his back on the nylon rug. His lips roamed all over the Vampire's slender body, sucking on his nipples hungrily and catching them between his teeth. Rayne pulled the boy's hand to his cock as Clyde's teeth pulled on his tits. He shuddered with pleasure from the twin points of stimulation, writhing urgently on the rug under his new friend. 

"nnnnnggghhhh... Christ! That's good!" he growled as Clyde fisted and stroked him deftly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the sensitive slit of his lover's leaking cock head. 

The Vampire pulled his lips between his teeth and ran his tongue greedily over his long, sharp canines. He was ravenous but the feel of this young man's hot hand on his cock was equally delicious. He bucked urgently into Clyde's pumping fingers, moaning with pent up desire. 

"Mmmmhhhh... so sexy! I wanna fuck you!" Clyde huffed against his chest. "You are 'totally' hot, you know!"

"So long as I can fuck you, after," Rayne moaned quietly, spreading beneath him, giving him the access he longed for. 

"Mmmhhhhh... You are on!" Clyde laughed hungrily. "Are you clean?" 

He glanced up nervously and Rayne met his eyes with an unblinking stare that almost unnerved the lad. He softened it with a lazy half smile, keeping his fangs hidden. 

"Yeah, I'm clean. Go ahead!"

Clyde writhed down between the Vampire's lean thighs, his tongue hard at work on his mate's fluttering ring almost at once. Rayne clenched his back teeth furiously, feeling the canines prick down into his lower jaw as Clyde's mouth soaked him and opened him. His lover's body was hot and sweat damp between his thighs as Clyde clambered onto him and pushed into him. He felt the boy's forehead pressing into his shoulder as he began to grunt and thrust furiously. Rayne's knees were raised, his feet resting in the middle of his partner's naked back. He could have taken what he wanted then but he waited. Clyde's prick felt good inside him. He turned his cheek into the roughness of the rug, crying out like a whore. 

"Yeahhh! Harder! Oh Fuck...FUCK!" 

"Rrrrrggggghhhh!" Clyde grunted at the same time. "Goooooddddd! Gonna cummmm!"

Rayne was on fire as the boy erupted in him, pulling him into a frantic embrace and rolling Clyde onto his back even as his cock briefly wilted and slipped out of his mate. He kissed Clyde ravenously, his lips sliding from the boy's mouth, to his ear, to his neck as they twined around one another instinctively on the floor. Rayne bit him hard as he pushed into the kid. His body seemed to move independently of his brain; his hips were driving furiously between Clyde's thighs and his fangs sank deep into the young man's exposed neck. He thought he heard Clyde scream and felt his mate buck and struggle under him. Rayne's hands gripped his upper arms and held him down as he began to suck. His cock pulsed like a piston in the clenching wetness of his panicking partner's tight chute. This would be fast; satisfyingly fast.

Desperately he moaned as his balls contracted and released their payload. His mouth lifted from the boy's neck and he gulped for air like a drowning man. The shuddering groan that escaped his throat was the only verbal transaction between them. Clyde was whimpering and twitching, massively aroused in spite of the fear that Rayne could taste in his blood. The vampire licked and kissed his neck tenderly until the last traces of blood were consumed. He nuzzled the boy's soft skin, breathing in the mingled blood and fragrant traces of his aftershave. Gentle hands roamed over Clyde's quivering body. He coaxed the boy into bed and went down on him, tenderly sucking on his throbbing cock until Clyde came hard in his mouth. Now the tremors in his body were less fearful, more yearning. They curled around one another. 

Rayne did not normally linger over a feed but the boy seemed so shocked and enervated by his assault that he stayed for a little while longer, holding Clyde in his arms until the other man stopped shaking. He kissed Clyde slowly then, stroking the boy's soft lips with his own for several minutes, letting the younger man taste his own salty spill on his lover's tongue. 

"What did you do to me?" his mate whispered when their mouths finally disengaged and he found that he could still speak. "I mean... I've been with guys that liked causing pain but... that was something else!"

"I haven't damaged you, have I?" Rayne breathed in his ear. "You taste so good, Clyde! I just wanted to swallow you up, sweetheart. By the time you get out of bed there'll hardly be a mark, I promise."

He kissed the boy's neck very softly, running his tongue over the rapidly healing bite wounds. The skin was hot and he could feel Clyde's pulse on his tongue. Rayne quivered with pleasure. He knew that he they should leave it there, that he should walk away and put the whole thing behind him but he could not. It felt too good, even though he knew how wrong it was. He had not given Kevan a thought all the while that he was pulsing inside Clyde. 

Now he knew that he would mount the younger man again before he walked away. It was what Clyde wanted and it satisfied the itch of impatience deep within him -- the need to enter and fuck a submissive mate. Kevan loved him but treated him like a child. Something in Rayne's soul screamed rebellion against that. He would not be spoken down to and he would not be ordered around. 

When his hands moved to Clyde's naked thighs the boy opened up for him willingly and he thrust himself deep into the lad, groaning his satisfaction with every stroke. He was not gentle but Clyde did not ask for tenderness. He seemed transfixed, gazing up at his lover eagerly as the dark haired stranger pressed his knees back to his shoulders, straddled and pounded him on the bed. Their bodies were locked together in urgent communion. Rayne pushed fully into him as Clyde exploded again, spraying them both with his semen. The jolt of energy that surged through his body sucked the cum out of his lover's balls for the second time that afternoon. The Vampire collapsed onto him with a heartfelt cry of pure ecstasy. 




Underwear Ch. 06



For a long time afterwards he licked and kissed his partner's heaving body, drawing every last droplet of that delicious, creamy spill into his mouth. Clyde growled softly, writhing as he was tongued and caressed on the bed. His fear was forgotten. 

When he finally slipped into an exhausted slumber, Rayne lay beside him for a little while longer, enjoying the boy's warmth, before pushing himself to his knees and sliding off the bed in search of his clothes. He let himself out of the flat and pulled the door shut securely behind him, walking back to his own apartment on a cloud of impure satisfaction. 

When he got back there Kev was waiting for him on the front steps. 

"Where the hell have 'you' been?" the small, slender Vampire demanded, impatience warring with anxiety in his eyes. 

Kev looked him up and down for a moment as if there was perhaps something he wanted to say but he kept it in. His arms were folded tightly across his chest. 

"I needed to think about things," the mortal answered quietly at last. 

"And have you 'thought' now?" Rayne pushed past him and tapped in his entry code, waiting for the door to open. Before Kev could formulate a reply he added; "You could have called me, you know! It wouldn't have hurt!"

"I didn't know what to say," Kev muttered sullenly. He still hovered on the steps as Rayne stepped inside. 

For a moment the Vampire leaned in the doorway, observing him coldly. He wanted to hate Kev Delaney in that instant. If he could feel some kind of disgust, a minute element of loathing, it would make things so much easier. 

"Oh for fuck's sake, just come in!" he exhaled at last, turning and stalking back up the stairs. 

"Make some coffee," Rayne instructed, leaving Kev in the kitchen as he made his way up to the bathroom, desperate for a shower. He still reeked of sex with another man and he could not talk to his mate with Clyde's pheromones in his nostrils. 

"I need to talk to you," Kevan called after him, plaintively. 

"You had 'three' days to try and talk to me," his mate reminded him with an impatient shake of his head. "I want a shower and I want to sleep."

He turned at the top of the open plan staircase and glared down at Kev Delaney. Lesser men might have run away but he was not surprised that Kevan stood his ground. He was stubborn like that; stubborn and stupid enough to get himself killed. Maybe there was something to be said for him after all. Rayne pushed the idea away as soon as it took root. If Kev was going to get the jitters every time he gave in to his true nature then their relationship was going nowhere. He did not even bother to chastise himself for the 'relationship' slip this time. Like it or not, that was what they had now. There was no getting away from it. He would not feel this way if the situation had been any less serious.

"I didn't know what to say to you," Kevan admitted, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he spoke. "I'm not going to give you grief about it. I've been thinking things over for days. I haven't been able to think of anything else, Ray."

He wandered back to the sofa and slumped onto it dejectedly, looking up at Rayne when his lover did not immediately volley the admission back at him with some smart remark. Slowly, Rayne came back down until he was poised on the third step from the ground, one hand gripping the rail for dear life, gazing back at him with an unreadable expression on his face. 

"I take it you've come to some kind of a decision then?" Rayne tried to make the enquiry sound detached but there was a cold feeling in his gut nevertheless. This was it; Kev was about to bottle out. He had known it would happen sooner or later but a part of him had hoped at the very least that it would happen later than this. He had been stupid to imagine that Kev was any braver than his previous lovers. 

"I don't know," the mortal answered mournfully, the prevarication rousing a little spark of impatience in Rayne in spite of his need to know the truth. "I mean... I accept that you can't change what you are."

"Good of you!" Rayne spat sarcastically to cover the burn of rejection in his heart. 

"I mean..." Kev protested, pulling his hands from his pockets and gripping the arm of the sofa earnestly as he looked up, "I mean... I never contested the fact that you need to feed. Off people! I never did that, did I?"

Rayne shook his head mutely. Kev was right, he had been remarkably tolerant, even obliging on that front. He was going to miss that, he thought, with a little sigh. 

"I'm not going to apologise," he told the man now, before Kev could even broach the subject. 

"I didn't come here to ask you to apologise," Kev told him, still gazing up at him like a wretched penitent at the feet of a holy icon.

"Good!"

For a moment they were fixed like that, just staring at one another, neither willing to close the distance; physically or emotionally. Rayne felt tacky. He could still smell Clyde on his skin and in his hair. When he was inside the boy this afternoon, he had not thought once about Kevan Delaney and that still galled him. What he shared with Clyde today was nothing compared to the curious bond he had with this man sitting in front of him. It was a teardrop in his hand, a splash from the vast ocean. Less than nothing. 

He shook his head angrily. This was wrong! He had done nothing to be ashamed of. He was a vampire and he needed to feed, whenever and however he could. He did not have to apologise for that! 

So why did he currently feel like a complete mongrel?

"You were in the wrong though," Kev pointed out at last. 

Icy green eyes glared at him as though they could vaporise him where he sat. 

"The fucker deserved it!" he maintained rather more vehemently. 

"I'm not disputing that," Kev said in a cooler tone. "He deserved worse than a love bite for the stuff he did to those kids. You know I feel the same way, Ray. But we're the good guys. We have to do things by the book."

"Fuck the book!" Rayne Wylde hissed at him, turning sharply and moving back up the stairs. He needed to get clean and he needed space to think. Kevan rose from the sofa so quietly that he did not know he had been followed until he heard the soft tread of the bigger man's feet on the polished boards of the stairs, right behind him. He spun at once, holding out a hand to keep Kevan away from him. Standing three steps above the mortal he was able to look down on his mate for the first time. It was an interesting perspective. 

"Stay down there. I'm filthy. I'll only be a few minutes," he said huskily. 

"Can't I be filthy with you?" Kev wheedled with a hopeful little smile. 

Rayne pretended to think about it. He let a ghost of a smile twist his lips and Kev smiled back more keenly.

"If you think you're forgiven you've got a lot more thinking to do. Sit down!" Rayne told him, deflating his bubble of optimism flatly. "I won't ask you again!"

He took his time in the shower, having stripped and dumped his clothes in the hamper in his bathroom. Water always soothed him, he did not know why but it had been the same when he was alive. When he was mortal. Before he became some kind of monster! His fingers turned the dial up so that the flow was scaldingly hot and he let it wash away his sins, then rubbed mint-scented gel through his hair and all over his body three times to purify himself, even though he knew it would take a sight more than that. Having towelled his naked body down vigorously, he scrubbed at his teeth over the basin, staring at his painfully familiar reflection in the mirror. People were constantly telling him that he was attractive so he supposed there must be an element of truth in it, but he hated the way he looked; too thin, too weird-looking. He had a face like some kind of evil pixie and although he knew that Kev thought he was cute, he still hated himself. 

When he was alive he was constantly checking himself in the mirror and in the reflection from shop windows as he passed by. Everyone joked about his ego and even his best friend, Si thought he was just a little bit vain. Only Rayne knew that somehow, mysteriously, other people saw something he could never see and he was constantly trying to catch that 'other self' out. One day he would take it by surprise and he might see himself the way others did but it had never happened yet.

He spat foam and blood out into the basin and rinsed his mouth vigorously several times. 

"Put something pretty on!" Kevan shouted up to him from the lounge area as he came back out into his bedroom on the mezzanine floor of the apartment. "Something silky!"

Rayne ignored him. He shrugged himself into a long, clingy, grey marl sweater with an open neck and pulled on a pair of baggy, black combat pants, running a hand through his wet hair and peering at the way it tumbled back down through his fingers in the mirror on his wardrobe door. The pants were long on him and pooled around his ankles. He looked like a child pretending to be grown up. 

Sometimes he felt that way as well.

When he came back down Kev had fixed himself a whisky and dry and there was a substantial vodka shot sitting in a thick bottomed tumbler on the edge of the low, black-lacquered table. 

"Peace offering," Kev said, nodding towards it. 

"Which... since it was purchased with 'my' money and came out of 'my' fridge..." Rayne did not finish pointing out the obvious. He picked up the glass and emptied it in one go enjoying the burn of the cold alcohol as it trickled down to his gut. It felt clean and uncomplicated. 

"Don't be like that," Kevan pleaded, patting the sofa cushion next to him. "Come and sit down with me. You know you want to. You wouldn't be so mad at me if you didn't, eh?"

Rayne narrowed his eyes for a second. Sometimes Kev was so perceptive that it took him by surprise. Then he reminded himself that his lover was a detective and they couldn't 'all' be stupid, surely! He set the tumbler back down carefully and took the three steps to the other end of the sofa, perching on the edge like he was afraid it would be hot. He clasped his hands together and stared at them, steeling himself for the inevitable.

"I hate it when you're angry with me," Kevan told him quietly. "I know you don't understand why I stopped you the other night. I know you'd rather I'd have just left you to it and a part of me wishes that I could have done. But you'd have had to live with that and so would I. Maybe you can..." He broke off, clearing his throat anxiously. "Maybe you 'can', Ray but I can't do that. It's a human life when all's said and done. I've killed enough men in my lifetime. Maybe guys that 'didn't' deserve it; that just happened to not be on our side in a bloody useless war on the other side of the fuckin' world. And that was their only crime. And... before you say anything I know that if I hadn't then maybe they'd have killed me instead. I know that! The blood's on my hands, Ray. I can't wash it off now. But I don't want any more, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Rayne could not look at him. He could not look up from the long, pale hands clasped between his knees. He understood all too clearly. Understanding it did not make it any easier to bear. 

"If you don't want to see me again, maybe it's for the best," he said in a small voice. He had no idea where that voice came from, it did not even sound like his own. 

'Pathetic!' his dark half sneered. 'Aren't you going to fight for him, you stupid little cunt?'

"What's the point?" he whispered, bending his head and closing his eyes. 

The sofa cushions creaked softly and subsided to his left as Kevan moved closer to him. A warm arm eased gently around his shoulders and he wanted to struggle away but let himself be towed into the heat of Kev's body. Too exhausted and confused to even shed tears, he sank into that massive embrace and Kevan held him, rocking him gently. Rayne could feel the man's hot, quick breath against his scalp and Kevan's face burrowing into his wet hair. 

"You know that I love you with all my heart and soul, don't you, Ray?" Kev whispered into his hair. 

"Just not enough to put up with what I am," Rayne finished for him helplessly. "It's okay, Kev. Really it is. I should be used to it by now, I guess."

"What are you on about?" Kevan asked him mildly, leaning back so that he could peer down at his lover, stroking Rayne's damp, tousled forelock out of his eyes with one gentle hand. 

"I'm not as stupid as you think," Rayne looked back at him defensively. "I knew this was coming. I know you're gonna finish this. I just want you to know that I won't... I won't be mad at you for deciding to walk away."

"I'm not going anywhere," Kev said with a shake of his head. 

Rayne blinked at him, perplexed. "What?"

"I said, I'm not going anywhere. I've decided to hand in my notice," Kev told him determinedly. "I'm not going to work for the force any more. I've got a mate that can get me some security work for the time being, 'til I decide what I'm gonna do. It's already created too much friction between us, Ray. I want it to stop. I want it to just be me and you. No arguments."

"B...but what are you...?" Rayne could not make his head work. He turned all of this over one more time just to be sure that he had heard what he thought he heard. 

"Unless you 'want' me to go?" Kev added with a grimace, looking hopefully at him again. 

"No." The vampire shook his head at once. "No, I don't want that."

"We can have our own lives, if that's what you'd prefer," Kev told him rationally. "But I still want to see you every single day. I want to hold you and be with you. I've been so fucking miserable these last few days, just thinking about you and hating myself for making you mad at me. I'll keep out of your way when you need to do... what you need to do. But otherwise I want to be with you as much as I possibly can, Rayne. ...If that's okay with you?"

Rayne felt numb. He was in shock, he realised. No one had ever made such a massive sacrifice just for him. 

"You know I'd worry about you doing security work..." he said huskily, still sounding slightly bewildered. "There's all sorts of nutters out there."

"And I've built up a bit of muscle thanks to you," Kev winked at him and flexed his newly toned biceps with a grin. "They'd 'have' to be nutters to take 'me' on."

"What if they just shoot you instead? They're all tooled up now, these kids," Rayne pointed out more seriously. 

"I'll wear a bullet proof vest," Kev assured him. 

"And a bullet proof skull?" Rayne queried then drew a shuddering breath, recovering some of his bite. "Oh yeah, I forgot! You've already 'got' one of those, 'aven't you?"

"That's more like it!" Kevan chuckled, reaching for him and pulling him close again. "That's more like the Ray I know and love." 

He wrapped his arms around the stunned little Vampire and held him tightly, kissing the top of his head again. Rayne curled around him, helpless to do anything else. 

"You know I love you, don't you?" Kev rumbled against his scalp, his warm hands slowly caressing his mate's back and shoulders as they curled together on the long, comfortable sofa. "More than anything or anyone! I've messed up one relationship by being so stubborn about what I do and the way I do it. I'm not going to mess this one up as well. I never met anyone like you in my life, Ray. I'd be a complete moron to let you go."

"You make me sound like some kind of fuckin' saint!" Rayne exhaled weakly. He hated himself with a passion and had no idea how he was supposed to make Kevan see what a massive mistake he was making. "I'm not worth this, Kev. You should tear up your letter. Just get on with your life. I'm just not worth it."

"What do I have to do to make you see that you're wrong?" Kev asked him gravely. 

"You can't do anything." Rayne pushed himself out of the comforting warmth of that powerful embrace. He stroked his hands lightly over Kevan's arms and the familiar contours of his lover's face. "Kevan, I don't deserve you. I'm... cheap and I don't deserve your kindness."

Kevan touched a finger to his lips. 

"Shhh," he breathed. "You think I've no idea what goes on in that pretty head of yours but you're wrong. I know what you've been through and I... I can never pretend to understand it but I know that something like that leaves its mark. It doesn't mean that you're not worthy of someone's love, Ray."

"It's not just the abuse," Rayne muttered vehemently. If he had been mortal his cheeks would have been flushed and hot by now. He hung his head, hiding behind the protective spill of his damp, black hair. "I'm... There's not a good way to say this, but I'm a complete whore, Kevan. I've slept with more guys than I can count, and plenty of women too. It doesn't mean anything to me. Some people smoke; some binge on chocolate; I get myself laid! It makes me feel better."

"I don't care," Kev told him pragmatically. "I don't care if a million men have had you. I want to be with you, and I want to be the only permanent man in your life. I want to look after you."

"It's dangerous," Rayne argued atonally, dropping his hands back into his lap. "Kevan, if anything happened to you because of who I am... 'what' I am... I could never forgive myself."

"I'm willing to take that risk." Kev took his hands and rubbed them gently between his own. Then he let go and rummaged in his pocket. "Oh... I almost forgot."

He pulled out a small, black silk bag with a drawstring neck, small enough to nestle in his palm and held it out to the Vampire solemnly. 

"I bought you a present. I know you hated the first one. I know it was unsubtle," he explained hastily. "I hope this is more to your liking."

Rayne looked warily at it. Kevan seemed to sense his reservation and quickly added; "It's not undies, I promise. Though I would like you to 'wear' it. Go on, take it."

He picked up the bag cautiously as though it might bite. It felt heavier than he had imagined it would be. Conscious of Kevan's eyes on him, he pulled gently on the silken ties that held it closed and tipped it so that the contents spilled into the palm of his hand. Or 'content', rather; in the singular. Within the bag was a thick band of dark grey platinum and white gold in two layers. The dark outer layer was set with a single row of evenly spaced, tiny, glistening diamonds no bigger than a pixie's sweatdrops. There were nine of them in total. 

"It's a size smaller, so you don't lose it," Kevan said helpfully. "Are you going to try it on?"

"I..." Rayne could not make his mouth remember words. He stared at the ring in his hand and felt his world shrink to this moment; Kevan's voice and his touch and the feel of that circle of precious metal on his palm. He shivered uncontrollably, as if someone had walked over his grave. 

"C'mere," Kev cajoled, taking the ring and turning his left hand palm down. He slid the simple band onto Rayne's third finger and admired it with a proud smile. "It looks good. Do you like it? If you don't like it..."

"It's beautiful," Rayne interrupted him, still staring at his hand as if he could not understand what it was doing in front of him. He could feel something building inside him, a massive pressure that demanded release. He could not do this. It was wrong. "It's really beautiful. But I don't deserve it."

"Let me decide if you do or you don't," Kev told him. 

"I fucked another man this afternoon," Rayne said in a neutral tone, unable to look at him. At once the pressure in his head subsided. It was like letting the air out of a balloon. He slumped against the back of the sofa but could not take his eyes off the ring and he could no more let Kevan be sheltered from the truth than return to a normal, human life. The life he craved. "I bit him and I bled him on his bed and I fucked the arse off him over and over. And I loved it."




Underwear Ch. 06



"You... you were angry," Kevan said a little too quickly though his face betrayed some of the shock he felt at these cold water words. "Ray, I... I won't pretend it's okay, but I kind of understand. You were mad at me for the other night. I know you felt like I betrayed you. I never will again. I swear it!"

Rayne lifted his head slightly, meeting Kev's wounded gaze with a look of mild surprise. 

"Do you 'really' need me that much?" he asked incredulously. 

"I don't 'need' you. I 'love' you!" Kevan argued, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice now. "Can't you get your head around that? I mean, I know you don't 'believe' in love or anything, but can't you accept that 'other' people still have proper emotions and feelings, just this once?"

That hurt, coming as it did, hot on the heels of his recent self-dissection. Rayne ground his teeth and turned his face away, staring numbly into space as he struggled with the idea that, no matter how much Kevan professed to love him he would never truly know him. He was worse than an animal. He had a human brain and was capable of human thought processes but he let his primal instincts get the better of him whenever he smelled hot blood. And Kev still wanted to be with him!

He had never considered the idea that his lover might have a death wish before but it occurred to him now. Distractedly he twisted the heavy, platinum ring on his finger. Its cool smoothness was oddly soothing and he resisted the impulse to take it off and hand it back. It would serve Kevan right if he did but it would also stand as another illustration of his inability to think and feel like a 'normal' person. He was damned if he was going to give Kev the satisfaction of pointing that out. 

Rayne studied his gift thoughtfully. It was a beautiful ring and it felt right on his hand. Perhaps he would wear it until Kevan went home, then he would find somewhere safe for it. He guessed it had been expensive and did not want to lose it just in case the other man changed his mind and decided he wanted it back. 

"Are you okay?" Kev asked, breaking into his distracted contemplation. 

He only realised then that he had been completely silent since his lover's mortally emotional outburst and looked up with a little nod, not trusting words just yet. 

"I'm sorry," Kevan whispered at last, reaching for him and touching his warm fingers to the side of Rayne's pale face. "I know you have feelings. I know it's not easy for you. I just... sometimes it would be nice to know that you feel something for me in return."

Rayne blinked at him, partly to clear the irrational blurring of his eyes and partly out of a sense of curiosity. He had thought that Kevan knew he was cared about. Perhaps he was going to have to make that a little bit clearer. Before the saline behind his eyelids could obscure his vision any further he stretched out his right hand and curled it around the back of the mortal's curly head, pulling Kevan's mouth onto his. 

To his satisfaction the bigger man wrapped both arms around him and drew him closer, letting him sink into the heat and strength of his lover's embrace. He mashed his lips against Kevan's and nuzzled his mate's smooth, familiar face, rubbing noses with him as they kissed, absorbing the astounding warmth of that huge, powerful body under his. Rayne had let himself be sucked in, pulled into Kevan's lap, kneeling astride his thighs and grinding slowly against his mate as their lips performed a ritual mating dance, catching and releasing one another, parting for the onslaught of hungry tongues. Kevan's hands slid under the hem of his sweater and slowly caressed his bare skin, travelling in rhythmic circles on his naked back and sides, moving searchingly down to his lean hips and into the loose waistband of his pants. 

Rayne could feel his lover's heartbeat as they kissed. He could measure the rapid pulsing on Kevan's tongue and in the palms of his hands; the tongue that was more than mere flesh and blood in his mouth and the hands that were emissaries from their master's kingdom, seeking to repossess familiar terrain. He wanted to be possessed; more than anything right now he wanted to be thoroughly explored and to feel his lover surging deep inside him, stimulating him in places that few men could ever reach. Not all sex was the same; the violence of this afternoon was a fleeting scene from a pornographic movie compared to the smooth, complicit longing that bound him to this astonishing man. 

When he thought back to their first meeting, Rayne often wondered if this Kevan was the same person; the same clumsy, awkward creature who had baited, then lured, then inexpertly banged him on a creaking bed in a squalid doss house. The man he met that night, seemingly a thousand years ago, could never have charmed and seduced him like this.

He knelt up, folding his arms around Kev's shoulders and pulling his lover's head to his breast as he kissed the dark, auburn curls at his crown. Kevan caressed his thighs and the curve of his arse hungrily. One hand eased experimentally up the front of his lover's thigh to his groin, stroking Rayne's cock slowly through the soft canvas of his pants. His fingers released the buttons, freeing the material which opened like a flower around his pale hips and thighs, subsiding like dark petals to his knees, allowing Kev's warm hand total, unimpeded access to the swell of his stiffening cock. Rayne swayed like a poppy in a breeze, small moans of contented pleasure surging up from his breast as he was touched and stroked skilfully. Kevan's warm fingers milked his sex steadily and prowled down into the cleft between his bare cheeks, circling the pucker of his entrance and pressing into him slowly. 

"Ahhhh!" Rayne exhaled, throwing his head back as Kevan's probing digits entered him. "Mhhhh... that's good!"

"Did he screw you?" Kevan whispered into the softness of his rucked up sweater. "Your casual lay, this afternoon... did he give you one?"

Rayne tensed a little, looking down at him.

"Can't you tell, 'Detective'?"

Kevan's fingers stilled briefly in his sensitive passage then the mortal laughed humourlessly. 

"Yeah," he chuckled, beginning to thrust again, harder this time. "Ah well, it means we can skip the foreplay, I guess! He's warmed you up good and proper! Get your jumper off, Wylde, I'm gonna bang the bejaysus out of your dirty, slutty fuck hole!"

The Vampire experienced a little shudder of pleasure and anticipation as his lover began to frig him urgently with three, then all four fingers; pumping and stretching him as he knelt astride Kev on the sofa. He crossed his forearms and took hold of the hemline of his loose sweater, slowly peeling it up and off his lean body and letting it fall to the floor. 

"Sexy boy!" Kevan grunted, nuzzling his chest and belly and running his tongue over his mate's exposed torso. The tip teased Rayne's erect nipples and his thumb moved in slow, sticky, wet circles around the head of the Vampire's stiff, sexy cock, rubbing the precum down slowly over the sensitive ridge of skin where his foreskin joined the main shaft of his erect penis. The thumb of his other hand was caressing the base of Rayne's spine as his fingers worked deeper into his lover's snug, slippery chute, stretching it in a deeply satisfying way. 

" 'Jesus'! I want you!" Rayne gasped desperately as Kev's mouth roamed higher, kissing the curve of his slender neck and tonguing the pierced lobe of his left ear. 

"Don't you worry," Kev rumbled in a husky baritone. "You're gonna get me, sweet thing! You're gonna get me right up that horny little fuck tunnel of yours, over and over. Get my cock out of my pants, Ray. Warm him up for me!"

The Vampire did not need the encouragement, his deft hands were already reaching for Kevan's zipper and yanking it down. The button at his waistband popped out of its hole and Kevan's hot, hard cock burst out of his shorts, rising like a thick, purple toadstool between them. Rayne eased back to the edge of the deep sofa cushion and bent over his lover's pulsating erection, taking it into his mouth without a moment's hesitation. 

"Uuuhhhhh... good boy! Good boy!" Kev exhaled, sinking back into the supple embrace of the settee. His finger tips hooked into Rayne's twitching ring and he pulled the little vamp's arse back towards him until Rayne was side on, with one knee on the sofa and the other foot on the floor. "Take your pants off," he instructed breathlessly. 

His pretty lover wriggled out of his black trousers at once and lay down on his belly on the long, comfortable sofa, rubbing his sex against the supple leather seat cushions. Eagerly he swallowed Kevan's hard prick again, nodding his mouth down over it until he was rubbing his small, cold nose in the mortal's hot crotch. He loved the heat and masculine smell of Kevan's slightly sweaty groin. The heady aroma of a man's exposed cock and balls always made him hard and wet and Kev's familiar briny, muskiness just set his juices flowing uncontrollably. The leather beneath his crotch was already slimy with his spunk as he wriggled against it. His lover's thrusting fingers in his arse were only exacerbating the continual leakage from his cock head. 

A constant groaning sound was escaping his throat now, pushing out around the thrusting cock meat that robbed him of speech. Kev held his damp black hair with one hand and pumped his chute with the other as he pushed his mate's face down into his pelvis over and over, bucking his sex up into his lover's throat at the same time. 

"Fuck!" he grunted hoarsely. "Fuck... Wylde! That's fantastic! Suck that big boy! Suck me off!"

Rayne's hands gripped his powerful, hairy thighs as he gulped down on the massive slab of cock meat surging between his gaping jaws. It was hard to swallow with Kevan this deep in his throat but he worked his pharynx as hard as he could, clenching the collar of muscle around his lover's dick so that it pulled on the fat bell end as Kev pumped it in and out. His mouth was running with semen and saliva as he felt Kevan's pulsing fingers suddenly jerk and try to clench in his arsehole. He whimpered as they all but withdrew from him, then Kevan's groin was pressed into his face stifling his objections. If he had been an ordinary mortal he suspected that the man beneath him would have asphyxiated him by now. As it was, he suspected that his throat would still be sore for at least twenty-four hours. 

Kev bellowed like a horny bull and Rayne's mouth flooded with the sudden explosion of spunk from his balls. It oozed from his lips like milky vomit and soaked Kevan's thighs and his clenching testes. The firm grip on his hair was released and he was able to push himself to his knees, lifting his head and taking a quick, deep breath once his airway was clear of cum. His lover's cock was still rock hard but Rayne was not surprised. He knew that Kev could shoot in him three or four times without losing his erection. 

"Aggghhhh! Yeah! You hot little fox!" he panted, caressing his mate's naked bum as Rayne sprawled in his lap, still swallowing hard and licking his lips. "That was so fuckin' good! I've missed you, gorgeous. I really miss the things you do with that sweet, dirty mouth of yours!" He pulled Rayne firmly across his lap so that the Vampire's crotch was over his own groin and thighs. Pulling his cheeks apart roughly he spat a couple of times in the yawning entrance to his lover's rectum. Two fingers quickly worked the sputum into Rayne's compact backside, pulsing in his chute until the little Vampire moaned with delirious satisfaction. Kevan withdrew his fingers and spat into him again, then slapped his bottom; a sharp, stinging blow that made him quiver all the way up his colon into his gut. 

"Dirty girl," Kev chuckled, rolling him over onto his back and gripping Rayne's thighs, manoeuvring him deftly around so that he was quickly upside down, his head and shoulders hanging off the sofa between Kev's knees and feet and his arse up in the air. His own feet were resting on his lover's broad shoulders as Kev's hands slid seductively down his thighs to his slim hips, pulling his slender sex mate slowly onto his erect cock. He urged himself forward as Rayne was more deeply impaled, drawing the Vampire's slim thighs close to his chest so his partner's knees hooked over his shoulders now. His pert buttocks were resting in Kev's groin and the eager mortal began to stroke that thick tool slowly in and out of him. 

Rayne let his head drop back, his hair almost brushing the floor as he gripped Kevan's knees with both hands and rocked his body rhythmically against the other man, getting his lover's hot penis all the way inside him. He could feel it pulsing against the walls of his colon as he writhed, head down and feet up, and Kev began to pump harder, wriggling his arse to the edge of the seat so that his mate's head and shoulders were lowered to the ground. Rayne's hands pulled Kevan's jeans down around his ankles and his long fingers gripped the mortal's hairy calves, using them to brace himself as he humped his hips and his tingling arsehole up and down and round and round on the slick, tormenting presence inside him. The position was perfect for stimulating his hyperactive prostate. Kev's long curved dick was lunging against that hot, sweet spot in his loins with every thrust. 

The Vampire's mouth was open and his eyes were closed; he began to cry out wordless encouragement at every mutual thrust. His firm bottom came down smoothly to meet Kevan's pelvic thrusts; up and down, harder and faster.

"Uuhhh... Uuuhhhnnnn... Uuuuggghhhh...!" he moaned, over and over, his head rolling from side to side as he rode each stroke of his lover's hard sex.

Kev was grunting urgently with each stab of his cock, panting and sweating as he quickened the pace of their urgent congress. Rayne's eyes opened and he stared up at his lover almost helplessly, pleading without words, needing to climax. He had not reached for his own cock yet, trying to hold off, to prolong the rising tide of sexual energy inside. From the breathless smile Kevan gave him, pale blue eyes fixed on his face, he knew that his lover was close to orgasm and loving every moment of this. He felt a surge of warmth deep inside that was divorced from the sex and tilted his head back, closing his eyes again blissfully. Kevan slid down from the edge of the sofa, his knees either side of Rayne's hips now, bending over him on the rug in front of the couch, pushing himself vigorously into his beautiful boyfriend again and again. 

"So. Fuckin'. Good!" he grunted with each thrust of his cock. "I. Love. You. So. Fuck. Ing. Much!"

Rayne gasped for breath; a long, shuddering gasp, and then another and another. He cried out in ecstasy as the long, fat probe inside him pounded more savagely at his loins. The shivers running through him from his abused love gland were becoming one long pulsing wave of unbearable arousal. Kev released his thighs and he spread his legs, bringing them down to wrap themselves around his lover's midriff as Kev's arms slid around his torso, pulling him close. Kevan's mouth covered his own and their tongues clashed and writhed together in hungry oblivion. Rayne's whole world narrowed to the heat of his lover's lips and tongue and the furious friction of his fabulous cock. He cried out again, long and hard as the explosion of passion ignited deep inside him. The aftershocks from his internal climax shuddered down into his balls and he threw his head back, digging his fingers into his mate's back beneath his shirt. Rayne screamed as he began to spurt, again and again, creaming Kevan's belly with his fervent release. 

Kev gasped and grunted like he had been stabbed as he felt his slender lover clench that slippery sheath tight around his tingling member. He pulled Rayne as close as he could without crushing him, panting hot and hard against his neck and shoulder as his own cock erupted deep in his precious lover's spasming gut. The heat radiating from his body was out of this world. They were both sweat soaked and breathless as Rayne's fingers gradually released his backbone and they began to slowly collapse in a wet, shuddering heap of limbs on the apartment floor. 

"Jesus!" Rayne exhaled in a small, shaky voice. "Jesus Christ!"

"That..." Kev panted in his ear, "That was... amazing!"

"I keep thinking... thinking it can't get any better," his lover whispered huskily, nuzzling his cheek and his neck. "And then it fuckin' does! Jesus!"

"I love you, Rayne Wylde," Kev growled against the curve of his lower jaw. "You are 'so' good for me."

"C'mere!" Rayne's lips twisted into a breathless smile and he reached for Kevan's curly head and pulled the other man's mouth back onto his own. As his studded tongue flickered and teased between Kevan's teeth, the bigger man wrapped his arms around Rayne and rolled onto his back, carrying the little Vampire with him. Rayne sprawled languidly on top of him, his lips moving sweetly against Kevan's, enjoying the slow caress of his lover's hands on his naked back and thighs. Kev kicked his pants off and Rayne's hands urged the shirt down off his shoulders so that his sexy mouth could explore Kev's powerful chest. The tip of his tongue flickered over his lover's stiff, sensitive nipples and his left hand moved down to encircle Kev's half-hard cock, stroking the heavy wet heat of it tenderly as he teased the man's teats with his teeth and tongue stud. 

"You are incredible," Kevan gasped delightedly. "I never had a lover as good as you, foxy!"

"You never will again, either!" Rayne winked at him, backing slowly down to straddle Kevan's thighs and stroke the hot, stretched, twitching head of his boyfriend's hard-on. "I've had a lot of fuckin' practice!"

Kevan pushed his fingers through Rayne's damp hair and fondly circled the tips against the nape of his neck as the little Vampire slowly sucked and licked his throbbing cock. His mouth was pure bliss, so gentle and skilful. That clever tongue wriggled like an eel all around his pulsing glans, the little stud eased in and out of his piss slit and down beneath the heavy mushroom dome of his bell end, rubbing against his frenulum until he could feel his balls beginning to jump again. 

"Woah, sweetheart!" he exhaled, stroking Rayne's pretty face affectionately. "I'm gonna shoot all over you in a couple of seconds."

"Mmmm... I can tell!"` Rayne licked a fat trickle of creamy ooze from the proud dome of his lover's tool and knelt up, looking pleased with himself. Like a well-fed cat he ran the tip of his tongue around his lips and stretched himself sexily, still straddling Kevan on the floor.

"Sit on my cock," Kevan urged him lustily. "Put your hands behind your head and let me wank you off while I watch you ride me."

Rayne laughed huskily. "Bad boy!"

"You'd better believe it!" Kevan growled hungrily. "I wanna do so many bad things to you, Wylde. My balls are making spunk faster than I can shoot it right now. Get that tight, cock hungry fanny down on my knob, fox. I'm ready to give you another rodding!"

Carefully the little Vampire moved astride his hips again, wriggling himself down until he could feel the sticky heat of Kevan's sex between his cheeks. He reached for it to guide his lover into him but Kev pushed his hands away. 

"On your head!" he warned seriously. 

"Bully!" Rayne stuck his tongue out and lifted his arms, lacing his long fingers together at the nape of his neck. He could feel his hair trickling down over the skin of his hands and wrists. It was an oddly sensual experience. 

Kevan slid one hand between his legs and snaked the other over his left hip and down between his cheeks, fingering his mate from above and steering his bell-end between the thrusting fingers into Rayne's cum-slick rectum with the other. His mate gasped with pleasure at the feel of Kevan's cock 'and' fingers in his fluttering ring. He tilted his head back, rubbing against his wrists and the heels of his hands as he slowly circled his hips on the inch and a half of cock in his arse. He could feel the other eight inches moving slowly between his thighs as he wound his hips and ground down slowly on his lover's erection. 




Underwear Ch. 06



"That's it," Kevan panted with a grin. "Nice and easy! That's sweet, foxy lad!"

He began to caress Rayne's balls tenderly in the palm of his left hand, making his sexy lover writhe up and down urgently. Kev kept his fingers in his mate's tight hole. The added friction on his cock head was delicious and he had more control over the Vampire's movement like this. 

"That's right, fuck my cock, you dirty boy!" he growled excitedly, squeezing the firm, clean-shaven nuts in his hand so that Rayne whimpered with eagerness. "You feel so good! So horny!"

Rayne groaned deep in his throat as Kevan slid easily up into him. He took three, then five, then seven inches rising and falling more vigorously. Kev finally wriggled his fingers out of the tight hole between his cheeks as his lover took the thicker root of his manhood inside him. The hand that had been working and stretching him now caressed his bottom and his hip and thigh then curled around his stiffening prick, sliding up and down the length of it. Kev's thumb worked in small, slow circles just beneath his swollen glans. He kneaded Rayne's nuts like Chinese worry balls in his left hand, keeping them warm and mobile as he milked his lover's cock with strong capable fingers. 

"Uhhhh!" the little Vampire exhaled forcefully as he sat down hard on Kevan's long, curving cock, letting his stretched, sore passage sheathe it completely. He leaned back with a little groan of amazement, just rocking his hips back and forth, restrained by the length of muscle plugged deep into his socket. "Ohhh Kevan!"

"Do you like that, my foxy lad?" Kev rumbled, clearly well pleased with his lot. "You look so hot up there, so naughty and delicious!"

He was still rubbing and stroking and teasing with both hands and Rayne's fingers tightened at the base of his skull until the knuckles were cracking with the strain of keeping his hands behind his head and not stroking them all over his body and Kev's. He swung his lean hips harder and faster, grinding his arse in slow circles down on Kevan's sweaty groin. 

"Ahhhh!" Kevan huffed, pumping him more keenly. "There is nothing better than having a beautiful, tight young fox sitting on my cock, completely naked and letting me play with his tackle. If I'd known about this when I was twenty I wouldn't have wasted half my life trying to make my marriage work!"

"Shhhh!" Rayne breathed, head back and eyes closed. He was concentrating on the feel of Kev's body merging with his own, sinking into him, becoming almost a part of him. He and Kev were a single animal, a physical, constantly sexual animal! They were rising and falling in almost perfect synchronicity. As Rayne rose, Kevan fell and as Kevan's groin thrust upward, Rayne sank like a swan onto his tumescent cock. His lean thighs powered him up and down and back and forth, climbing and descending in a slow ellipsis, never the same shape twice. In this way, his lover's sex touched every part of him inside. It surged against him internally like a blessing, stimulating different muscles and nerve endings with each pass. He gasped and moaned more intensely as the walls of his anus came alive to the feel of Kevan's cock moving in him. It was like playing a flute. Every thrust; every rise and fall pressed another stop and he felt a new note sing in his twitching sheath. 

Small, increasingly frantic sounds were forced into his throat by the feel of Kev's hot member, sliding like a submarine into the oily waters between his thighs. Little tears of ecstasy forced themselves beneath his tightly shuttered eyelids and ran down his face as he rocked harder, swaying like a sapling in a strong wind. He felt Kevan's thumb caressing his spunk-wet slit as the fingers of his hot hand moved up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing more pre-cum out of him. Deft digits played his balls like a game of skill. He cried out, pushing himself down harder and more urgently. His hands felt cold, clenched behind his head. He wanted to touch, to stroke, to pull himself off vigorously. 

"Easy tiger!" Kevan rumbled and the tone of his voice told Rayne that he was very close. "Easy, now!"

He rose again, his thighs cramping as he drove himself up and dropped hard and fast, then again, and again. He was so wet inside that his chute offered almost no resistance. He leaned back at a sleep angle so that the inward curl of Kevan's cock pressed against his sweet spot, teasing and rubbing. He held the position, just moving his hips very slightly back and forth, keeping the pressure of Kev's lovely fat bell end right on the button. His breathing quickened until he was panting almost uncontrollably. Every tiny little movement sent tendrils of electricity through him. He clenched his pelvic muscles fiercely, sucking on Kevan's dick with the full length of his anal chute, jigging up and down rapidly, enjoying the miniature fireworks that this set off in his colon. As he lengthened the stroke of his undulations, Kev's hand suddenly worked him more urgently and the man groaned huskily. 

"Oh fuck it, Wylde! That's it... that's it... oh baby! Gonna cum! Gonna cum so hard!"

He leaned right back, almost at 45 degrees to Kevan's quivering thighs, working his arse ferociously on that thick, jerking cock shaft. As Kevan cried out again, more of a growl than a cry, he felt the heavy wet heat of his lover's climax deep in his gut. His fingers unlaced and he reached down, gripping the edges of the rug beneath them as he bucked up and down like a whore, on his wide-spread knees, riding hard on his inner eject button until he reached total meltdown. This time it was slow and strong and it wrapped itself around his body like cold fire, dragging him to the ground as he began to ejaculate long and hard, spraying his cum in spasms like water from a blocked hosepipe. His body was filling up with something that felt like a lightning strike in slow motion; pure energy that swallowed all but a whimper of protest until his muscles cried enough and he collapsed backwards onto Kevan's legs, his knees still folded under him, twitching and gasping like a beached fish. 

Kev pulled him back up at once, dragging Rayne down into his arms and practically devouring his face as he held his lover close to his breast. He was still inside his mate, half--hard even after all that sexual exertion. Rayne wanted to keep him there forever. He could feel the wild pounding of Kevan's heart and even his own was racing for a change. The feel of his blood pumping through his veins was almost novel now, he was dizzy with the euphoria of it. His nostrils were full of the hot scents of sex and sweat and he revelled in them. It felt good to let emotion and exhaustion wrap him in its blanket and carry him down for a little while. 

When he came to his senses it was late and he was somehow lying back on the sofa with Kev beneath him, snuggled together under his soft grey throw. His mate was asleep, breathing deeply, the rise and fall of his chest lulling Rayne and towing him back into a mire of dreams. He lay with his right arm around his lover's neck and the left lying on Kev's sweat damp torso in front of his face. The diamonds in the heavy ring Kevan had bought him glittered softly in the bands of streetlight from the window, twinkling like distant stars. He watched them with childlike wonderment until his eyes closed and he too finally submitted to sleep. 

END OF CHAPTER SIX

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2008 



Underwear Ch. 07



PART SEVEN -- UNIMAGINABLE

"Welcome to Chapter Seven of Underwear, the novel cycle with possibly the longest gestation period on Literotica. (I'm sure someone will correct me if that's not the case) I began writing these stories about three years ago and they're finally beginning to metamorphose into the series that readers have been demanding. A real, proper love affair for the Wylde One. (And she said it would never happen!) Expect drama, lust, hilarity, tragedy... all the stuff you know you're going to get from Rayne Wylde inc. In chapter seven our principal protagonists have a fight and go to a swingers' party. Enjoy!" - UNDERWEAR is the intellectual property of Josh Rose and Sadie Rose Bermingham. Any unauthorised redistribution of this material will be sat upon by a large woman in a thong from a very great height!

*

Kevan had been wonderfully attentive since the night of their reconciliation. True to his word he had given Rayne plenty of space but he came round to the apartment every night after work. On the morning after their marathon lovemaking session, which had gone on all night and beyond, (firstly on the sofa then later in the shower and continuing in bed until long after the sun had come up) he brought Rayne ice-cream for his sore throat and Vaseline for his tenderised bum. Afterwards he let the little Vamp feed from him on the understanding that Rayne would treat him to breakfast when they were done. 

Before breakfast could happen, he fucked his lover again, tucking a couple of pillows under Rayne's hips and thrusting like a randy dog into his raised arsehole, taking full advantage of the thick coating of Vaseline he had applied earlier. Rayne made no objection to this. He felt unbelievably horny, so much so that he actually began to wonder if this was not another phase of Vampiric development that he was going through. 

Jabez had warned him that there would be times when he suddenly grew in strength or appetite. He supposed that it was not beyond the bounds of reason to suspect that he might become prey to a rapid escalation of sexual appetite. Or maybe it was just having Kevan around! 

As Kev liked a full cooked breakfast and Rayne would not tolerate dead animal parts in his refrigerator they went out for breakfast each morning as the Vampire's treat. Today was bright and quite warm after the cold grey days they had been experiencing lately and they settled at a table outside one of the Canal Street cafes. Rayne sipped a huge bowl of black coffee and watched the world go by whilst his lover tucked into a plate of sausage, bacon, egg, mushrooms, tomatoes, black pudding and a couple of slices of fried bread that would have kept a small, starving, Third World village fed for a week. 

"I don't know how you do that," he murmured, unable to even watch his mate eating. Just the smell of it was making him nauseous. "I don't know how you can put all that cholesterol in your mouth, let alone swallow it."

Kev grinned at him, unfazed. 

"Given some of the things that 'you' put in your mouth that's a bit rich!" he remarked in a good-humoured tone.

Rayne gave up and went for a walk. He bought a newspaper and took his time returning to the canalside. By the time he got back, Kev had finished eating and two more schooners of coffee, milky and sweet for Kev, thick and black for himself, had replaced his plate.

"Have you seen this?" the Vampire asked, showing his lover the paper with a little frown. 

The headline on the front page of the local rag was typically hysteric, screaming in block capitals about deviants and perverts stalking the Manchester streets. The article beneath was an altogether darker piece about a teenage boy from Salford who had been assaulted and raped during the previous evening by a man who offered him a lift home. The guy had apparently picked him up in the city centre not long after 7pm and driven to a deserted parking lot on the edge of Hulme where he molested the kid in his car, forced him to strip and had sex with him three times during the traumatic forty minute assault.

Kevan pored over it in silence, his expression grim. When he looked up his lover was watching him with a look on his face that he knew all too well. 

"You're probably going to have to look into it anyway," Rayne Wylde said innocently. 

"Not my case," Kevan pointed out, tapping the article again. "Sam Kapper's grabbed it. He always did like nabbing the twisted bastards. He's fuckin' twisted himself! He understands them."

"We could keep our eyes open, if we had a proper description," Rayne suggested, sipping his coffee.

"No. It's not my case, and you're a civilian. Stay out of this!" Kevan folded the paper and put it back down on the table. "I'd better head in though, show my face. Give the Super my letter."

Rayne looked up seriously at him as he pushed himself to his feet. Astonishingly, Kevan was not even stiff after the exertions of the last few nights. That gym membership certainly was doing him some good!

"You meant it then? You're really going to quit?" he asked in a quiet voice. 

"I've been thinking about it for a while. This was just the push I needed," his mate answered, bending swiftly to plant a lingering kiss on his mouth. "I'll pick you up later. You've not forgotten we promised to pop over to Dave and Bern's tonight, have you?" he asked and Rayne shook his head with a smile that said he had but he wouldn't admit it. Kevan ruffled his hair like he was a little kid. "You be good. I'll know if you're not!"

"Spoilsport!" Rayne pulled a face at him and went back to his paper. He was still smiling though. 

As he turned the page the sunlight glinted on the tiny diamonds in the ring on his third finger. The slight twinkling mellowed his dark mood as he re-read the article and an image began to slowly form itself in his head; a stray memory that had been dislodged from the dark corners of his mind by the story in the Manchester Evening News. Rayne put down the paper and fumbled in his coat pocket for his cigarettes and the battered matchbox he told himself he had kept there in case his lighter packed up. He turned it over in his long fingers studying the cellphone number written on the back of it in a hurried, shaky hand. Then he reached into an inside pocket for his slender mobile.

Later that same evening, when Kev got back from work, he and Rayne went over to Didsbury where Dave Ramsay lived with his partner Bernard. Rayne had visited them a few of times since he began to see Kev regularly and always enjoyed the evenings spent with the pair. The Dutchman, Bernard was as ebullient as his lover David was reticent. Dave was lean and wiry, Bernie was small, blond and tightly muscled. They balanced one another out perfectly though. Also Bernard was a terrific cook and always managed to tempt Rayne with some tasty morsel, even though the Vampire did not really need to eat food any more.

Kevan took a shower with Rayne at the Vampire's Manchester apartment before they set out and this, of course, was an excuse for quick, urgent sex; like they needed excuses at the moment! One minute they were kissing and soaping each other slowly under the hiss of the hot water, their nude bodies wreathed in steam; the next Rayne was in his lover's arms, up against the wall with his legs snaking around the bigger man's thrusting hips and Kevan was sliding into him easily, pulsing like a stallion between his thighs. They communicated in a private language of gasps and groans, yelps and sighs, clinging to the pipes and to one another as their bodies merged and surged in hot, needy collaboration. They came within seconds of one another, quite literally. Rayne exploded with a breathless bark of satisfaction, adding to the wetness slicking his lover's chest and belly, then Kevan's hands moved to his lover's thighs, gripping him tightly and spreading him hard to push deep inside him, filling him with extra heat as he growled with delight. 

Rayne was still glowing half an hour later as they scrambled into Kevan's elderly Saab and his mate gunned the engine. He was conscious of the sensation of pure, blissful happiness. It was like walking around with a little generator inside him that pumped out warmth and well-being. The emotions were almost disconcerting when he tried to analyse them too closely, so he stopped himself whenever it happened. Like a child picking at a scab his thoughts kept wandering back to it though. Why on earth did Kevan make him so happy? What was it about this man that he had managed something long considered impossible by those who knew Rayne Wylde best?

"What are 'you' smiling at?" Kevan chuckled as he pumped the accelerator and the trusty Swedish technology growled into life under his foot. 

"It's not illegal yet," Rayne reminded him, his lips still defiantly upward curved. 

"It suits you," his mate told him, leaning over to plant a little kiss on them before he buckled up and they pulled out of the allocated space in the carpark for Rayne's apartment building, where the Saab had been living since the weekend. "I like to see you happy."

Rayne leaned back in the comfortable passenger seat and watched the city roll by as his mate drove. He was thinking more practically now as he asked; "Did you give the boss your letter?"

"No." Kev hesitated a moment before replying and Rayne looked a question at him, the smile not quite gone. "He wasn't in. His kid's got flu or something and the missus is at a conference in Paris."

"Lucky Missus!" Rayne chuckled quietly. 

"I'll do it tomorrow. There's no rush, is there?" Kev slowed at the corner of Brook Street and Gower Street, gauging the filter on the traffic lights so that he did not have to stop. 

"None at all." His lover flashed another smile to show him that it was okay. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something work related."

"Can't we do it tomorrow?" Kev asked at once. "I'm off the clock now, Ray."

"It was just an idea," Rayne murmured. "I guess it can wait too. Not like we can do anything about it tonight."

"Right," the bigger man agreed emphatically. 

"I was thinking about that kid though, the one that got attacked," his pretty little mate persisted with a persuasive smile. "And I remembered something, Kevan."

Kev Delaney rolled his eyes and said nothing. When Rayne had a bug in his arse about something there was no letting it go. 

"Does your colleague have any leads to go on?" the Vampire asked him determinedly. 

"They've pulled the usual suspects in for a chat," Kev answered non-committally. "Look Ray, can we just stay out of this? It's not my case. It's nothing to do with you..."

"I think I might know who he is," Rayne said a little more tersely. 

Kevan turned his head to stare at his mate. He was so stunned by this that he nearly went off the road. 

"Kev!" Rayne yelped, reaching for the wheel as his lover checked the Saab's course just in time. He let the vehicle slow and pulled over. 

"What the hell makes you say something like that?" he wanted to know once they were stationary and the indicator was ticking its rhythmic counterpoint to Kevan's rapid breathing. 

Rayne shrugged a little then reached into the pocket of his long coat and pulled out the matchbox, showing it to him. 

"About a month ago, after you pulled that weird trick on me with your old boss, McCall, we had a bit of a cooling off period, right?" he reminded Kevan. 

"You mean, you deliberately stuffed the ring I bought you up his arse then refused to talk to me for days, yeah?" Kev corrected him. 

"I didn't stick it up his arse. And you deserved it," his mate pointed out. "That's not the issue here, Kev. Something happened while we weren't talking."

"Let me guess..." Kev sighed and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Did it involve your flighty backside and a stranger's cock, perhaps?"

Rayne felt a little jolt of betrayal at that remark. Some of his earlier good humour fizzled out irretrievably and he turned his face away, looking out into the darkness, wishing he hadn't bothered to bring the matter up. 

"If you're going to be a tit about it, let's forget it shall we?" he huffed turning back towards Kev and reaching for the matchbox. 

Kevan held it just out of his grasp. There was a thoughtful little frown creasing his brow. 

"So, some bloke wrote his number on your matches, meaning that you were probably in a public place and either he wanted to hook up with you somewhere more private or he wanted you in public again some time, seeing as how the first time was unforgettable. As it would have been, I don't doubt!" Kevan looked the question at him again. "Did he fuck you? The owner of this number, did he give you a good hammering?"

"Just... drop it, Kevan!" Rayne snapped at him, loosing his cool. He snatched for the little box again and Kev pushed him away more roughly this time. 

"Tell me what happened? Why did you get his number, Ray? Was he 'that' good?" 

"Just give me the matches. Please!" Rayne implored him. "We can talk about this tomorrow."

"He must have been good if you're so reluctant to lose his number," Kev sniped, putting the matchbox into the breast pocket of his jacket. "I'll keep hold of the evidence then."

Rayne lunged for it, grappling with him on the driver's seat and cursing him furiously as Kev fended him off over and over. 

"No. No, Ray! I told you, no! You're not having it back. How many times have you seen this creep while you were supposed to be with me, huh?" he demanded, still struggling with his mate. 

"I'm not 'seeing' him! It wasn't like that... I was 'hungry'!" Rayne barked back at him. 

"You're 'always' fucking hungry! Hungry for 'cock'!" Kevan yelled. 

Rayne let go of his hands, huffing furiously, his gaze incandescent. When he had overcome the temporary paralysis this accusation brought on, he delivered a cracking slap to Kevan's face and reached for the release catch on the door. Strong hands grabbed his upper arms at once and pulled him back into the vehicle where he lashed out defensively. 

"Let go of me!"

Kev pulled his lover into his arms and rolled onto him on the passenger seat using his whole body to keep Rayne pinned and still. He folded around the thrashing, snarling creature beneath him, not fighting him now but trying to subdue his rage.

"Shhhhh.... Shhhh Ray! Stop it! Stop it, now!" he ordered more firmly. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"Don't fuckin' flatter yourself!" Rayne twisted under him, burying his face in his arms, stifling the sobs in the material of his heavy coat. "I could kill you 'this' easily!"

He whipped out a hand, the middle finger raised in tremulous defiance. Kev's hand folded around it and the mortal kissed it slowly. The heat of his flushed face and rapid breathing seeped into Rayne's skin and somehow soothed his rage. He stopped resisting and pulled his hand away, curling up, fighting the sobs until he felt physically sick from holding back. 

"Shhhh..." Kev breathed into his hair again. He held his lover close and rocked him gently. "Shhhh... I know. I'm sorry!"

"You're pathetic!" Rayne shuddered. 

"Yeah, I know!"

"Your mind's constantly in the sewer!"

"For sure it is," Kev murmured against his ear, making him quiver again. "I'm sorry, baby. I was jealous. If you're gonna be with another guy I want to be there too, I want to watch and help him; show him what you like."

"You're a dirty bastard! I hate you!" Rayne sobbed, shaking his head. He burst into tears, for possibly the first time in decades. Occasionally he lost control and let a little emotion slip but it was quickly back in check. This had been building in him for months though and now he could not hold it back. To think that he had been so happy when they got into the car. And he had managed to ruin it in less than ten minutes. He sobbed and sobbed until he thought he would choke. Kevan just held him, curled around him, his hands moving in slow, reassuring patterns on his lover's shuddering body. 

"Ohhhh shhhh," Kev whispered into his ear. "Don't cry, princess. Please! I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to make you cry. Just get mad at me like I deserve and we can call it quits, huh?"

Rayne shook his head helplessly. He was still hiccuping and weeping inconsolably beneath his mate. 

"You're right," he sobbed at last, wrapping his arms around his head, girding himself for absolute damnation. His thumb slid between the middle fingers of his left hand, rubbing against the solid warmth of the ring. After tonight the space on his finger would feel cold and empty for all of eternity. "I went with him. I got in the car with him and I sucked him off, as much as he wanted, and then I let him strip me. He wanted me to be younger and I let him think it was true. And he fucked me up the arse. And then we put the seat back and he fucked me again. He kept asking if he was my first, promising to teach me. I just wanted his blood, but if he'd let me suck him off it was enough... enough to keep me sane! Enough to keep me h-huh-human! Except I'm not. I'm 'not' human! I'll never be warm, or normal, or... faithful to anyone again. I 'can't' be, I'd starve or go crazy. And I 'hate' it! I've 'always' hated it!" 

He broke off and wept helplessly and Kev pulled him closer, kissing his cheek and his tangled hair. When Rayne finally judged that his lover was not about to blow a fuse, he turned slowly in the bigger man's arms and reached for Kevan. Tiny sobs still caught in his throat as his mate gently kissed him on the mouth, hugging and stroking until Rayne stopped shaking in his arms. 

"I'm sorry..." the little Vampire whispered at last.

"It doesn't matter," Kev said neutrally and he knew that it did. It mattered more than anything but Kevan would not risk losing him over it. 

"No... You're too good to me. I don't deserve you," Rayne protested huskily. Warm fingers touched his lips, stopping the words. Kevan kissed him again, long and hard. 

"We've been here," he said when their lips parted. "We both know what the issues are. I know you're insatiable and you know that I kinda like that about you, in a kinky sort of way, so I'm gonna have to take the rough with the smooth, heh?"

Rayne struggled to sit up, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve like a child. Kevan did not try to hold him down this time. He stroked his lover's soft, ebony hair tenderly though. 

"I need to tell you," he said dully at last. "It might be important."

"Well tell me then," Kev sighed. 

Rayne swallowed a rogue hiccup and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He was mortally embarrassed at having succumbed to hysteria in a public space, in front of Kevan. If he could salvage any credibility at all from the situation it was his duty to do so.

"He wanted 'my' number but I wouldn't give it to him," he explained now. "He told me he'd enjoyed it, even though I was weird and I kept trying to bite him. He wanted to screw me again and he wrote his number down on the box; they're 'his' matches. He wanted me to ring him if I needed to be fucked."

Kev frowned, concerned at something. 

"Have you called him since?"

"Not until this morning," Rayne said hesitantly. He saw the look of consternation deepen and quickly added; "It's not what you think, Kev. I couldn't stop thinking about it after we read that headline this morning. The boy that was raped, he said that his attacker wanted to be called 'Daddy'. And this guy... the guy I went with... he told me that. He said 'You can call me Daddy Bigballs.' And I was in the zone, Kev. He wanted a kid and... I dunno how I do it to them but he kinda believed that I was a lot younger."

Kevan's eyes narrowed and Rayne could see that he was thinking like a cop and not letting his heart run all over his head for once. He felt a shudder of relief run through him and bent his head.




Underwear Ch. 07



"You do that to me when we're role-playing in bed," he mused now. "I've noticed it but I thought it must have been my imagination running away with me. Sometimes it feels like I'm inside a young lad, or even a girl. It's like you're suddenly a different person, Ray."

"It's a Vampire thing, I guess," his mate said awkwardly. "Like I said, I don't do it deliberately. But it's only happened since I was Turned."

"You said you rang the creep this morning?" the mortal reiterated thoughtfully. 

"Yeah... I got his call-minder-thing. He hasn't rung back. Chances are he won't even remember me. Or his wife got to the message first and wiped it." Rayne looked sidelong at him. 

"If he 'does' get back in touch, let me know straight away," Kevan said grimly. "I don't want you taking this fucker down on your own."

He sat up now, shuffling back into the driver's seat and pulling his belt back across. Rayne remained slumped in the other seat with his gaze fixed on the wet, rubbish strewn street through the windshield. A feeling of despondency had settled over him now and he contemplated trying to mentally influence his lover to take them back to his apartment so that he could just curl up in bed and hide. Kev put the car into gear and they pulled away, heading for Didsbury as if nothing had happened.

Rayne hadn't spoken to Dave Ramsay since the night he laid into that serial killer behind the University debating hall. He was conscious of having freaked the other man out a bit that night. Dave knew what he was, but he was still uneasy with the truth. Bernard, his lover, was also privy to Rayne's secret and probably knew all about his attempt to eviscerate a fifteen-stone mass-murderer in cold blood by now. Dave kept nothing from him; after the episode with the Canal Street killer last year he had told Bernard the whole story, including the fact that he had enjoyed several bouts of fantastic oral sex with Rayne Wylde after the case was firmly closed. 

Most partners would have kicked him out but Dave and Bernie were swingers, which explained the Dutchman's tolerance, to a degree. Initially Rayne found it amusing, although he certainly appreciated their lifestyle a lot more since his second visit to the house in Didsbury. 

*

The first time Kev had taken him to his partner's house, after dinner, the four of them had settled in the comfortable lounge with a bottle of brandy. In the course of some casual chatter, Bernard had suggested watching a movie and popped a DVD into the sleek, expensive looking machine. Dave was unbuttoning his shirt as he his lover returned to the sofa and Bernie did the same and began to kiss his mate passionately as the brief credits rolled on the huge, flat screen set into the living room wall.

It did not take long for the startled Vampire to figure that it was a hardcore porn film. As he snuggled on the sofa with his head on Kevan's shoulder and Kev's arm around him, Bernard curled up on his right, a warm intimate presence. At the farthest end of the couch Dave was kissing his lover's neck and groping the protuberant crotch of Bernie's tight white jeans. On screen, the initial innocent movie premise of an older man taking his new young lover to a party at a friend's house quickly descended into scenes of drunken fumbling and manipulation. The attractive youth was plied with drink by a number of men, then taken by his lover and a couple of his lover's friends to a bedroom where he was quickly stripped and slicked with baby oil and lubricant. His companions undressed quickly and coaxed the boy to suck on their cocks and rub lube on their erect members as he knelt on the bed, then fucked him in the mouth and arse with ruthless efficiency. Soon there was a queue of men at the bedroom door and the moaning, spurting youth was at the heart of a vigorous and prolonged anal and oral gangbang. His own arousal and the excitement of his myriad lovers was captured in graphic detail by the cameras. 

Bernard had leaned towards him as Rayne stared mesmerised at the screen and Kevan caressed him slowly, slipping a hot hand between his mate's thighs to stroke his stiffening cock. 

"You like?" the little Dutchman whispered, resting a hand on the Vampire's right thigh. "It's Nederlands porno, very high quality boysex from my homeland, yes?"

Rayne just nodded, not trusting his voice. His eyes had been fixed on the TV screen where the naked twink sprawled on his back with two long stiff cocks pulsing in his lubed arsehole and a thick erection pumping his open, cum-filled mouth. A number of men stood around the bed masturbating and the camera moved deftly between them to get it's close up shots of the boy's vigorous sexing. Rayne felt himself getting harder as he watched.

Bernard looked enquiringly past him to Kevan who nodded his head as well. Both men were now stroking the Vampire's groin, unimpeded. Then as Dave and Kevan watched, Bernard had begun to kiss Rayne passionately. To the soundtrack of squelches and moans from the TV their respective lovers helped them to undress and encouraged them to perform oral sex together on the settee. Kevan and Dave both stripped as well and began to kiss and lick the writhing pair. Then Dave guided Rayne's mouth from Bernie's cock to his own and Bernard began to gulp Kevan's long, thick penis down greedily. Rayne and Bernie rubbed together eagerly and their two mates helped to steer Bernard's erect cock into Rayne's arse, encouraging them to fuck and suck, completely naked and uninhibited on the sofa. 

Rayne had lost track of the events of that night but he was sure that he had performed anal and oral sex with all three men at some point, as had Bernard. He was also invited to feed from each of them, which was a deeply rewarding experience. He had woken on the following morning feeling enormously contented. 

*

Tonight Bernie greeted him on the doorstep like an old lover and planted a long, deep French kiss on his mouth as soon as he was in the hallway, much to Kevan's excited amusement. Their home was a vast, three storey Victorian terrace on a road that had mostly been converted into student bedsits. They had turned the bottom storey into a flat, which they rented out, but still lived on the other two floors. Rayne thought that Bernard seemed overly pleased to see them but it was in the Dutchman's nature to be wildly exuberant about everything and he dismissed the idea quickly. Dave was sprawled on the couch when they came into the living room and greeted them with a languid tilt of his hand. If he was uncomfortable with having a Vampire in his house he was polite enough not to let it show. Bernard fixed drinks for everyone and they sat down for dinner. Before the meal was served however there was a knock at the door and moments after Bernard went bounding off into the hall to answer it he returned with a tall, handsome, dark-skinned guy in tight blue jeans and a white sweater that hinted at a well-toned body beneath.

"Hi guys, this is Tony. He lives downstairs, you don't mind that he has a meal with us, no?" Bernie grinned. "He gets very lonely down there on his own."

Rayne looked at Kevan who shrugged and shook his head. Tony shook hands with them both very formally. He was a huge man, at least 6'4" with broad shoulders and a deep chest, narrowing down through his waist and hips. He wore his ebony hair close cropped and a couple of diamond ear studs glittered against the blackness of his skin. Rayne was fascinated by his eyes which were a pale grey colour, very striking given his dark complexion. 

"Well, we can't have you getting lonely, can we?" he chuckled as his fingers curled around Tony's hand and the bigger man murmured his surprise at the strength of Rayne's grip.

Kevan moved in for a handshake with smooth, possessive speed. He put his arm around Rayne's shoulders as he introduced himself, staking his claim. The little Vampire glanced up at him with an incredulous smile, not sure whether he was touched or irritated by his lover's defensiveness. Whatever the catalyst for this little display of machismo, it was over with in moments and they all went through to the huge dining kitchen to eat. 

Bernie adjusted the table settings so that he was sitting between Kev and Tony. He put Rayne on the newcomer's right, next to Dave Ramsay at the circular table so that Kevan and Dave could 'talk shop' as he put it, while he and Rayne found out more about Tony. Their tenant looked mildly embarrassed but soon settled down when the food was served up. Bernard had cooked a wonderful, fiery pasta dish with olives and peppers, drizzled with oil and dusted in flakes of parmesan. There was fresh, hot bread and bowls of garlic butter for dipping. 

"I made that 'special for you," Bernard teased, pushing one of the little bowls towards Rayne as they all tucked in. "It has no garlic!" He winked at the Vampire playfully. 

"Dunno who you've been talkin' to," Rayne said airily, dipping a finger into the butter and sucking it off with a lascivious smile. "I 'love' garlic. Can't get enough of the stuff!"

Over the course of the meal they interrogated Tony and Rayne learned that he was a firefighter and lived alone in the downstairs flat. Although he admitted that he liked men and occasionally brought lads back home for a fuck he hadn't met anyone he cared to settle down with yet. 

"Christ! A chef, two cops and a fireman!" Rayne laughed. "All we need now is a strapping Paramedic and we've got the emergencies covered!"

"So, I already know Bernadette's a housewife superstar, and no mean cook. What do 'you' do all day, Rayne?" Tony wanted to know. The wine was loosening his tongue. In a lower tone he added; "And can I maybe come round one afternoon and help you do it?"

Kevan gave the guy a 'look' but Dave just nudged him and murmured something that Rayne only half caught, even with his sharp ears. Something about the idea never bothering him before. He frowned slightly, but Kev would not look at him so he peered up at Tony instead with a lazy smile. 

"I used to be in a band," he said casually. "Now I just do this and that; a bit of writing, a bit of telly. I'm a night owl though. I sleep during the day."

"In his fur-lined coffin!" Bernard giggled. 

"Go and play with your Marigolds, Nigella!" Rayne told him with a barbed grin. 

"So you're not up for some fun when I'm not on call then?" Tony pretended to sound disappointed. 

"That all depends on what you think of as fun?" Rayne reached over for a breadstick and stirred it languidly in the garlic butter.

" 'We' had fun last time you and Kev stayed over, didn't we, honey?" Bernard asked the Vampire with a suggestive smirk. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself with all our dicks, anyway!"

Rayne extracted the butter-slicked breadstick and nibbled on it pretending to think about that allegation. 

"Oh... 'that' kind of fun," he said airily at last, licking his lips. 

"You are a very wicked boy," Bernard told him. 

"Takes one to know one!" Rayne grinned back at him. 

Tony was staring eagerly from one to the other as they bantered with one another, a slightly wary smile on his face. He looked at Kevan who was studying him contemplatively across the table, possessive but curious at the same time. 

"You're a lucky bloke," he said. "Your boyfriend's really hot."

"He's that all right," Kev admitted. 

"What do you guys like to do?" Tony wanted to know. 

"Do?" Kevan queried uncertainly. He thought he understood the question but clearly wasn't used to hearing it asked at the dinner table. 

"In bed," Tony elucidated. "How does he like you to treat him in bed?"

Kev looked sidelong at Dave who just shrugged one shoulder and looked privately amused. Bernard was chuckling quietly. 

"I don't think that's any or your business... yet," Rayne interjected before Kevan could volley off at the guy. 

They all looked at the little Vampire curiously. Tony did not seem offended. His smile broadened. 

"Well maybe when our dinner's settled you can take me into the bedroom and 'show' me what you like," he suggested with a wink. "We'll even let your boyfriend come and watch me doing you, if that turns him on!"

Rayne chewed on his lower lip, wondering privately what Dave and Bernie had already said to Tony behind the scenes. The little Vampire glanced at Kevan speculatively. He already 'knew' that would turn his lover on. Kev loved to spectate while other men were fucking him hard and making him suck. His only concern was that after his ardent declarations at the weekend and their stupendous row this evening Kevan might not now want to share him. The ring suddenly felt heavy on his finger and he glanced up at his mate, wondering at the same time if this was how it felt to be married; this uncertainty. Suddenly all the things he had taken for granted; the freedom to make his own choices; the readily available sex -- it was all being put under the microscope. 

He need not have worried. The look in his mate's blue eyes said that the idea was already rousing his passions. Some things never changed. Slowly the Vampire turned his head and lowered his gaze. If he could see through the table he would have been staring straight at Tony's groin. 

"Well..." he mused. "That all depends on a few things, doesn't it?"

Tony was not going to be sidelined. He rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt then yanked his zipper down firmly, murmuring; "I get it. You wanna check out the goods before you sample, 'em. I'm cool with that, gorgeous."

As he unbuttoned his waistband and opened his fly his stiffening cock jumped out of his jeans and he stuck his hand down his pants, quickly tugging out his heavy, neatly trimmed, black balls as well. He was not under-endowed in any sense. Across the table Dave exchanged a look with Kevan and made a small, incredulous puffing sound, shaking his head. Bernie's mouth was watering. Tony was at least 10 inches and he wasn't even fully hard. His cock was the colour of milk chocolate and easily as thick as Kevan's fat bone.

Rayne felt his fangs extend as he checked it out. He sensed that they were all looking from Tony to himself and waiting for him to rise to the unspoken challenge. Laughing quietly and shaking his head he pushed his chair back and reached out to take Tony's cock in his hand. It was hot and heavy to the touch, the skin dry and smooth against his fingers. Dave and Bernie's tenant was circumcised, with a Prince Albert piercing glittering through the head of his semi-erect penis. Rayne used it to tug the man towards him firmly and Tony sensibly came to heel. The little Vampire pushed a small dish across to the edge of the table and swirled the fellow's thick, dark cock in the creamy garlic butter. Then he crouched in front of the man and pulled Tony's dick into his mouth, slowly sucking the oily, yellow streaks of butter off the dark, pulsing helmet. He licked the man clean, taking his time, working his tongue stud in and out of Tony's piss slit, then lifted the long cock and licked his way down the throbbing vein on the underside of his rippling shaft to suck slowly on his firm, furry balls. By the time he came up for air he did not need to hold Tony's cock out of the way, it could stand unaided. It even looked pleased with itself.

"Fuckin' Christ!" Tony exhaled breathlessly. 

Bernard already had his pants undone and was masturbating vigorously as he watched the show. Kevan was on his feet with his fly unzipped, fully hard. 

"Sorry darlin', I think we're moving on to dessert already," Kev said to Bernie who just grinned and shook his head, as excited as Kevan was by the spectacle. Dave's hand was working the sizeable bulge in his jeans as he watched his partner's sexy mate openly fellating his half naked lodger at the dinner table. 

Rayne took his time exploring the stranger's crotch with his lips and tongue. He loved sucking and licking men, especially when they were clean and this well hung. Rayne might not have had much appetite for food but he thought he could probably eat this man's cock and nuts all night. 

Tony was not putting up a fight, for sure. The tall, powerful, black fireman began to thrust slowly as Rayne swallowed the head of his prick again, stroking it with his tongue. 

Across the table Bernard now had his arms around Kevan's neck and his tongue in the bigger man's mouth. Rayne's lover unfastened the blond's jeans and pushed them down as they lapped hungrily at each other's mouths. Rayne experienced an irrational prickle of jealousy at seeing Kev snogging another man but it was gone as soon as it rose. Dave Ramsay had his pants down and came to kneel behind Rayne, kissing the back of the Vampire's neck and nuzzling his silky black hair as he helped Kevan's sexy boyfriend to get out of his clothes. Kevan and Bernard sank back down onto the chair Kev had recently vacated, still kissing ravenously. Kev dipped his finger in some more butter and eased it slowly up and down the Dutchman's smoothly waxed arse crack. Bernie ripped Kev's shirt open and rubbed his leaking prick against the bigger man's exposed belly and chest as Kevan's slippery finger pushed hard on the pucker of his anus. 

On the floor, Rayne's shirt came off and his jeans were pushed down to his ankles. He rose now, as Tony collapsed onto his chair, panting with desperate excitement. Stepping out of his pants he straddled the newcomer's powerful black thighs, kissing his mouth hungrily. Dave pulled on Rayne's erect nipples and stroked the Vampire's painfully hard cock from behind. He was stiff as a rod between Rayne's pert buttocks, his mouth roaming greedily across the Vampire's slim shoulders and naked back. Tony's knob stuck up straight like a maypole, glistening with spit and pre-cum. Rayne's thumb found the stud beneath his cock head and rubbed it in slow, sensual circles as their lips moved together ravenously. He turned his head back and forth now, kissing Dave as Tony lipped his neck and sucked on his nipples then returning to the newcomer's mouth, delirious with pleasure as Dave bent to lick and finger his arsehole.

Bernard had wriggled slowly down Kevan's chest and was kneeling on the floor between the big ginger cop's open thighs, sucking hungrily on the fat fuck post jutting up from the nest of his heavy balls. His hand pumped the base of Kevan's dick fiercely as he nodded and gobbled on the leaking head. His bare arse bobbed in the air and Kev finger-fucked him rapidly whilst he was being treated to the delicious blow job. His other hand was hard at work on Bernie's stiff cock.

Dave dipped his fingers in the blue-cheese dip and pumped the slippery digits firmly up the arse of his best mate's sexy, naked lover. Tony tugged on Rayne's nipples with his teeth then stroked his hand through the singer's silky black mane. Releasing his tits he pushed Rayne's head back down to his cock, making the slender young man bend right over to swallow and suck his huge prick again. Dave rubbed his curving cock up between the singer's thighs, letting it lie against Rayne's balls as he frigged Kev's sexy lover deeper and harder with two fingers. Now Rayne's left hand moved down to curl around his own penis and Dave's, pulling them off slowly together as he nodded down onto Tony's long, thick erection. The fingers of the other hand were wrapped round the base of that massive black battering ram, easing up and down on it as his lips and tongue worked the upper six or seven inches.

"Uhhhh! It's no good, Ramsay!" Kevan groaned from across the table, where Bernard was trying valiantly to get his nine and a half incher all the way down his throat. "I'm gonna have to take your little slut to bed and give him a good hard fucking! He's gagging for a shagging!"

"Be my guest!" Dave panted happily. "But we're gonna fuck the mouth and arse off your cock hungry bitch here while you're busy knobbing my randy little tart!"




Underwear Ch. 07



"Bring him to bed so I can watch!" Kev gasped. He tugged lightly on Bernie's blond curls. "Come on you little Dutch tease, time to get your bum nice and slippery and full of cock!"

Kev's eyes widened and darkened with arousal as he watched his near-naked lover skilfully deep-throating Tony's huge black cock shaft. His own erect dick twitched and leaked at the sight and he picked Bernard up, pulling the younger man into his arms and hurried out into the corridor with him and up to the bedroom, eager to have sex before he exploded without anyone touching him.

When Tony pulled out of Rayne's mouth without climaxing the Vampire was briefly disappointed but the big guy rose and picked him up in a traditional fireman's lift, hoisting Rayne over his shoulder. Dave's fingers slipped out of his bare bum and the detective divested himself of his jeans, boots and socks. He kissed and stroked Rayne's exposed bottom as he was stripping, then Tony carried the little Vampire to the bedroom. 

Kev was already hard at work on Bernie on the king-size bed when they got there. A well-squeezed tube of lubricant was open on the towels spread across the mattress. The absence of traditional bedding said a lot for Dave and Bern's expectations of this evening. Rayne could hardly criticise though. He was hot and horny, genuinely glad that they had chosen to come out tonight. For the time being his anxiety over Daddy Bigballs was put to the back of his mind. His mate was already naked and pumping Bernie's glistening, lubed up hole with the first two fingers of his right hand. The muscular little blond writhed and moaned, masturbating hard for him, one slippery hand on his own cock the other fisting Kevan's nine and a half inch pole.

As Tony dumped him on the bed, Rayne rolled over at once and climbed onto the naked Dutchman, taking the blond's chunky six incher in his mouth as he knelt astride Bernie's head. 

"Oh yeah!" Bernard sighed appreciatively, opening wide to take Rayne's hard eight between his lips. 

There were instant growls of approval from their mates and Tony as the two young men performed mutual fellatio for them on the bed. Greedily they sucked and nuzzled at one another as the three eager observers wanked hard, kneeling in close formation around them. 

Rayne's head came up and he licked his lips, panting; "Can I shag him, Dave?" 

He looked from Bernard's lover to his own and back, visibly eager, his lips glossed with Bernie's spunk.

"If he wants you to," Dave huffed. Kevan nodded eagerly. 

"Get him warmed up for me, fox."

Under him, Bernie was already nodding his head enthusiastically, although his mouth was still full of Rayne's cock. The lean young Vampire pulled out and turned so that he could kneel between the Dutch lad's wide open thighs. Kev had already lubed him up nicely and Rayne spat into his palm now and slicked his well-sucked cock, getting it good and wet before he eased it smoothly into Bernie's tight, hot boy-pussy. 

"Uhhhhh!" he groaned as that snug sheath swallowed his hard-on and he began to thrust rhythmically between the blond's legs. 

"Ahhhh! Fuck me, Ray!" Bernie keened, and whimpered with pleasure under him. Rayne was soon on his hands and knees with Bern's heels on his shoulders, screwing the Dutch boy's bum fiercely. 

Dave knelt behind Rayne Wylde, spreading his cheeks and pressing his skilful tongue up the Vampire's arse as Rayne was hammering his naked boyfriend. While Dave busily tongue fucked him, Kevan gripped a handful of Bernie's short blond curls and pulled the boy's mouth onto his hard, swollen cock again. Bernard wriggled dextrously onto his side and choked down the older man's thick penis greedily. Rayne almost came in his arse as that tight sheath twisted on his sensitive erection and he watched the well-muscled blond lad deep-throating his horny lover. He straddled Bernard's left thigh, side-splitting the Dutchman so that he could keep on pumping that hot, tight hole. 

He nearly shot his load again when Dave's tongue slipped out of his arsehole and was quickly replaced with the detective's thick, seven inch cock. Rayne took a sharp breath and moaned hungrily as Dave's fat cock slipped slowly into him, stretching his anus for the second time that night. (He was grateful for Kevan's insistence on making out in the shower now, since Dave was not lubed.) Bernard's randy lover curled over him, kissing and licking his neck and playing with the Vampire's erect nipples as he adapted his stroke to Rayne's thrusts in his boyfriend's arse. Dave pumped into Rayne as the Vampire was on the backstroke and drew back smoothly as Rayne fucked his length up Bernard's receptive chute. 

"Ohhhh... fuck! Yeah!" Rayne exhaled, blown away by the twin points of stimulus on his twitching cock and deep in his meat-packed colon. He knew that he was not going to last long with that fantastic double-friction going on between his naked thighs. 

Kevan leaned across to kiss him gratefully on the mouth and then Rayne was looking up expectantly at Tony, trying to catch his eye. The big, muscular, black fire fighter was uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden, confronted by the delicious vision of two horny couples, who knew one another so intimately, tangled in hot orgiastic sex right in front of him. He was still rubbing that fabulous, big cock excitedly. 

It looked even longer and thicker than it had when Rayne first took it in his mouth at the dining table. Tony was easily packing eleven inches; maybe more. 

"Put it in my mouth," Rayne panted, licking his lips. "It's okay, sweetheart. You won't hurt me. I love throating a nice big cock."

"Rrrrgggghhhh! Yeah... he does!" Kev grunted, pumping Bernard's submissive, wide-open mouth energetically. "He's fantastic at it, too! They both are!" 

He stroked Bernard's curls appreciatively as Tony inched closer, gripping a handful of Rayne's silky, straight black hair and urging his leaking prick into the singer's mouth. The thickness of his fully engorged tool forced Rayne's jaws wide and he was soon a submissive participant in the violation of his open pharynx. Tony's erect dick was so long and fat that it was almost impossible to suck him. Not for the first time, he was glad that he did not 'have' to breathe. 

Feeling sorry for Bernie, who was the only cock in the room not getting some oral or anal attention, Rayne wrapped his long fingers around the blond's leaking sex, wanking him hard and fast. Dave's vigorous cock thrusts were driving his own leaking dick urgently into Bernard's hot, tight arsehole as Rayne masturbated him. Kevan's precum was drooling out of Bern's open mouth as the bigger man tooled away hard there. Tony stepped astride Bernard on the bed, taking a double handful of Rayne's hair and throat-fucking him energetically. Rayne moaned incoherently around the hot, wet missile pounding in his gullet.

He was going to cum uncontrollably, he could feel the spunk rising in his balls as he was spit-roasted. Bernie was close too; the Dutchman's firm, tight, hairless knackers were clenching hard against his own as they rubbed up on one another with Rayne's cock buried to the hilt in Bern's arse. Dave hammered Rayne's colon from behind, really slamming that fat cock into him. Dave wasn't long in the prick department but what he lacked in expanse he made up for with his girth, coupled with skill and enthusiasm. He knew how to position that lovely seven-inch wand in another man's anus so that it gave maximum satisfaction. 

In Rayne's hand, Bernard's leaking dick jumped and spurted. Bernie cried out wordlessly around Kevan's thrusting cock meat as his semen jetted up into the air, bursting out in thick, pearly ropes of desire. His body clenched and juddered; the tight, sweltering heat of his arsehole gripping Rayne and milking him as deftly as a man's fingers. 

Rayne's panting, stifled cries quickened and grew more frantic as he was overcome by the tormenting tendrils of ecstasy playing up and down his cock shaft and radiating out from his throbbing prostate. He was at the mercy of the other three, his climax controlled by the impact of their bodies with his own. Rayne closed his eyes, shuddering and moaning as he began to cum for his eager lovers. Dave groaned too as he felt Rayne tighten on his shaft. The singer's throat gripped Tony's sex and the fireman grunted a profane oath and bucked faster. Behind Rayne, Dave was pounding like a stallion on a mare, driving it up him as the unremitting tremors of his fuck-mate's orgasm gripped his cock. 

Kevan, who was spurred on by his mate's familiar, orgasmic cries of ecstasy and relief, also jetted his release into Bernard's, slack-jawed mouth with a howl of satisfaction. His gaze was fixed on Rayne's twitching, jerking, sweat-and cum soaked body as the other three men brought his naked lover to a massive, helpless orgasm. He was jealous and furiously aroused at the same time, squirting several hot ropes of spunk into Bernard's mouth. Luckily the little blond was a ravenous cum-slut and gobbled down all that he could give.

Between Bernie's open legs, Rayne came again as the other two pounded him. His hands found Tony's powerful thighs and he struggled to get the black guy's cock out of him, writhing and rising at the same time, trying to get off Dave's pulsing prick. He was on fire; hungry for blood as well as sex. The orgasm was pouring over him like waves in a hot, shallow ocean, surging higher and higher as the randy pair spitted him. Dave cried out violently, a bark such as an animal would utter as Rayne rose and fell on his pistoning dick, twisting like a small, intemperate cyclone in his grasp. The little Vampire felt him buck, burying himself deep and then knew the sudden hot flood of cum up his arse, scalding his sensitive nerve ends as Bernard's lover satisfied his animal lust for his work partner's boyfriend. 

"Uhhhhh.... Uhhhhh... fuck! Fuck!" Dave gasped, dropping to his knees and pulling out of Rayne's hot, gaping hole slowly. "Fucking amazing!"

Tony stilled his thrusts in Rayne's mouth and withdrew as well. He and Dave exchanged high-fives and switched around as Rayne went down on his hands and knees huffing like a winded horse. 

"Can 'I' fuck him up the shitter now?" Tony asked Kevan eagerly. 

"Be my guest," Kev panted. He was already spreading Bernard and slipping his insatiable cock into Dave's giggling, sweat-drenched, little blond mate. Dave went to his lover for some oral stimulation at the same time and Tony fondled Rayne's glistening flanks covetously. 

"Are you okay?" he asked in a deep, quiet voice. 

"Mmmhmmm," Rayne nodded. His throat felt paralysed and it took all his control to croak; "You didn't cum."

"I'm not ready yet," Tony purred. "I want to cum deep in your mancunt, Rayne."

On the other side of the bed Bernie squealed with delight as Kevan's big dick filled his chute and began to pump away urgently inside him. Tony's strong fingers pried Rayne's cheeks open and he sensed the newcomer's hot gaze on his gaping passage. 

"Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds," he quipped huskily. "Or even trashy thirds!"

"I don't mind, darlin'," Tony grunted, positioning his fat plum against the open ring of his partner's fuckable hole. "Besides, once my big boy's up you his spunk'll be half way down your leg. I'm gonna pump it all out of you, Rayne. You are a fuckin' dirty bitch and you're gonna get your throat drilled the back way now!"

"Promises, promises!" Rayne exhaled. "Hope you can keep 'em!"

By way of a response, Tony pressed his throbbing, hot helmet into Rayne's open rectum and worked it in and out for a few moments, then pulled clear, impervious to the little whimpers of disappointment from his horny mate.

"Pass me the lube, man," he grunted to Kev. "I'm gonna give your boyfriend such a serious fucking he'll not walk straight for a week. He'll 'beg' to be my bitch!"

"Give it to him, mate!" Kev laughed breathlessly, still bucking hard between Bernard's thighs as the Dutchman writhed on the bed, sucking his lover's hard cock at the same time. "I wanna see how he likes that big black ball-buster in his cock-gobbling slutty hole!"

Tony didn't need telling twice. He squeezed a finger of cool, wet lube into Rayne's rectum and eased his magnificent tool back up the little Vampire, quickly working it all the way up his experienced fuck-tunnel. Rayne's little purrs of appreciation became hoarse, tremulous cries of astonishment as Tony bucked and pulsed and corkscrewed that massive prong all the way up his rectal-canal and into his colon. The speed and thickness of the anal intrusion drove urgent little mews of sexual need from his lips as Tony pushed him down onto the bed and mounted him with his face pressed into the rumpled towels over the mattress and his arse still up in the air. A massive, hot hand gripped and played with his cock as Tony straddled him and pumped him hard from behind. 

"Mmmmhhhh...Nnnhhh... nnnnnhhhh...Ohhhhhh... Uuuuuhhuuuhhuuuuhhh, Jesussss!" Rayne panted into the mattress as he took Tony's knob until he could feel the fireman's heavy bollocks slapping his scrotum with every thrust. He knew he was not the most inexperienced of sex mates but he could still only think of a few cocks that had felt this good inside him on a first fuck. Tony had his heart pounding and his pulse racing violently in the head of his rising boner.

"Fuck! You hot slut!" Tony barked excitedly. "Most of the boys I knob with are pleading with me to pull it out way before now!"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth and screw me!" Rayne Wylde ordered breathlessly. "Fuck the cum out of my balls, sweetheart! When I 'want' you to stop, you'll fuckin' know about it!"

Tony uttered a ribald laugh and pumped him vigorously, his hands strong and warm on the Vampire's lean, naked body. 

"Is he always like this?" the fireman chuckled to Kevan.

"Usually he's a lot worse," Kev panted back, grinning at the sight of his beautiful, nude lover so obviously excited and deliciously submissive. "Just give him what he 'thinks' he wants, yeah!" 

He winked at Tony and the other man looked surprised, but gripped Rayne's hips and redoubled the urgency of his long, hard cock thrusts until his mate was almost crying with need under him. The strokes of Tony's huge tool were pushing deep into his gut, tossing internal organs casually aside in the quest to impale Rayne. Each smooth, steady thrust pushed a little gasp of astonished appreciation from the Vampire's throat and the gasps became moans and then shameless cries as Tony drove into him faster.

"Oh God! Oh God! Ohmyfuckin'god!" he yelped, gripping double handfuls of the sweat soaked towel beneath him as he was fucked halfway across the bed by his companion's urgently bucking groin. 

"He doesn't believe in you any more, Ray!" Kevan snickered breathlessly, still pulsing hard in Bernard's tight arse. "He's punishing you, foxy bitch!"

"Even God would spring a hard-on watching that!" Dave laughed hoarsely, nodding towards Rayne and Tony as he worked his sex in and out of his boyfriend's suckling mouth. Bernie writhed beneath them, nuzzling Dave's crotch hungrily and groaning with pleasure as they spit-roasted him the way Dave and Tony had just been doing Rayne. 

Rayne's knees buckled and he went down on the mattress, so aroused that he couldn't control his limbs any more. He was literally shaking with ecstasy as Tony stilled in him for a second, then clambered astride him and began to perform slow, sexual press-ups against his bare buttocks. He surged forward with each inbound thrust, pulsing into his mate and grunting his satisfaction. 

"Oh baby, you're hot!" he growled, slowly pile-driving Rayne on the bed. "I'm gonna cum so hard, any minute now!"

"Wait! Wait! Not yet!" Rayne huffed desperately. "Tony, please... just a bit more! Just a bit harder, darlin', please!"

"You just can't get enough, can you baby?" the bigger man sank down on top of him, snuggling around him unexpectedly and steadily circling his hips over Rayne's impaled backside. "No wonder lover boy has to share you around! I bet you wear him out."

"Cheeky fucker!" Rayne panted, trying to laugh though he couldn't catch the breath to do it. "Get your lumpy arse off me! You're squashing me flat!"

Tony chuckled again and knelt up, pulling Rayne back into his arms like a rag doll, astride his thighs. He lifted the limp, restless, eager little Vamp and lowered him back down onto that big cock which had slipped half-way out as they adjusted their position.

"Uuuuhhhhhh!" Rayne moaned as he felt it fill his colon again. When Kev fucked him hard he just about stroked that second hot spot, higher up in Rayne's arsehole but Tony's engorged cock head overwhelmed it, especially in this position where it was driven about as far up him as it could possibly go. "Mmmhhhhh... Tony! Please!" he begged shamelessly. "Please fuck me!"

"Told you I'd make him beg," Tony rumbled, beginning to pulse up into him again as he grinned at Kevan. 

Rayne's arms came up and looped back around his neck so that he had Tony's chin on his shoulder and could feel the man's hot breath on his neck and chest as he worked his arse up and down on the massive flesh pole pounding his intestines. He cried out wordlessly again as his sex-mate began to pinch and play with his erect nipples, teasing and tugging until he writhed up like a serpent uncoiling from the nest and his whole body shuddered with the release. His cock jetted ribbon after ribbon of cum and he almost screamed at the ripples of ecstasy engulfing the dark regions of his loins. 

"Good lad! Uhhhhh... goo-oo-ood!" Tony growled in his ear, his hands sliding to Rayne's hips. He held the slender, beautiful young man down on his thick, spewing cock as he ejected his sexual response into the singer's gut. 

Across the bed, Kevan was grunting with lustful delight as Bernard occupied a similar pose in his lap. The blond's knees were over his lover, Dave's shoulders and the two men were double teaming him hard and fast, both their lubed cocks pounding in Bernie's highly experienced anus. They came off up the little blond Dutchman almost within moments of one another. Bernard was already covered in his own semen and moaning deliriously in their arms. 

When they released him he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath like he'd just run seven marathons. Rayne sank down from Tony's lap and curled around Bernie, licking the sweat and cum off his naked body to the delight of the three very satisfied observers. 

*

Kev and Rayne stayed the night, although they retired to the spare room once they had showered the sweat and spill from their bodies. Tony had gone back down to his own flat, apologising that he had a four o'clock start at work the next morning but wreathing both Rayne and Bernard in grateful kisses before he dressed and departed. As they curled up in bed they could still hear the splashing and laughter from the bathroom where Bernie and Dave were now relaxing after their strenuous evening. 

Kevan was very quiet and after several minutes of affectionate spooning, Rayne wriggled around in his arms and kissed him full on the mouth, enjoying the heat of his lips and the searching wetness of his tongue. Slowly Kev rolled onto his back in the darkness, taking his mate with him and Rayne sprawled comfortably on his chest and belly like a child in his father's embrace. His arms snaked around Kevan's neck and they cuddled quietly like that for an age. 

"Are we okay?" Rayne whispered huskily at last, hardly daring to voice the concern he was feeling inside. 

"For sure, we are," Kev rumbled in low tones that he felt, rising up through the big man's powerful chest cavity. He stroked Rayne's damp hair tenderly. "We're more than, okay, yeah?"

"If you say so." Rayne snuggled his face into the hollow of his lover's neck and shoulder, breathing him in. When he kissed Kevan there he could almost taste his lover's pulse. 




Underwear Ch. 07



"Still hungry?" Kev asked incredulously. 

"Always!" his delicious mate murmured in a drowsy voice. 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised after the pounding you took tonight," Kev chuckled, stroking him a little more eagerly. Rayne felt a stirring in his lover's crotch and shook his head. 

"Christ! Don't tell me you can still get it up! I hoped Bern would have worn you out by now!"

"Jealous?" Kev teased him. 

"Don't be an idiot!" 

"Why not?" his lover sounded a little perplexed and Rayne pushed himself up on his forearms and looked down sleepily at him. Kev murmured; "Don't you worry that I might go off with another guy?"

"Should I?" The Vampire arched an eyebrow enquiringly. 

"I worry about that with you all the time," Kevan admitted, looking sheepish. 

Rayne blinked at him, not sure what to make of that. 

"If you worry about that, why do you let me fuck other men?" he asked curiously. 

Kevan's hands caressed his lean hips as gently as a collector examining a fine piece of porcelain. 

"So that you don't feel tied down," he said, looking embarrassed. 

"But you 'do' enjoy watching?" Rayne persisted, sitting up with his knees astride his mate's belly. He rested both hands flat on Kevan's chest and looked down at him with a challenge in his green eyes. "'Don't' you?"

"Yeah," Kev admitted, with a bashful smile. "It makes me horny. Like my own private porno, you know!"

"Dirty cunt!" Rayne laughed vehemently. "Did you like it tonight?"

"Mmmhhh, yeah!" Kev rumbled appreciatively and Rayne could feel the heat of his swollen cock head nodding against his buttocks now and knew it wasn't a lie. "But I think 'you' liked it even more."

"He made my eyes water, I'll tell you that for nothing!" the Vampire chuckled, curling his fingers and drawing his nails across Kevan's chest, just enough to mark him. 

"He made your cock squirt as well!" Kev pointed out lewdly. "Never known you so randy with a stranger before!"

"You 'are' jealous, aren't you?" Rayne sat back and put his hands on his hips, frowning at his lover in puzzlement. "What's going on, Kevan? This was 'your' idea."

"I know," Kev sighed, shaking his head. "Ray, I don't know what it is. I just feel like... I want you all to myself now. Tonight just proved it to me."

His lover's expression softened and he leaned forward again, then came down slowly into Kevan's arms, wrapping himself around the other man and nestling into his warmth. He was confused and exhausted and just wanted to feed and sleep but he sensed that Kevan would not rest just yet. 

"You can have me," he whispered huskily. "I'll be all yours. You just have to say, Kev."

His mate hugged him almost tight enough to break ribs. 

"Ray... the thought of you going off with Tony tonight..." he began then ran out of words.

"I wouldn't do that," Rayne told him at once. "I'm here with 'you', Kev."

"I know you like your independence," Kevan said stoically. 

"True, and I like big cocks and I 'love' fucking and sucking, but I lo..." he stopped himself and closed his eyes, not sure how to proceed. "Kevan, I really like 'you' as well. I love being with you. I like making love with you. I want to make love with you now."

Kevan said nothing, he just stroked Rayne's naked back again quietly. His lithe little mate wriggled against him so that their cocks were touching and settled into his arms, his head on Kevan's shoulder. They were still again. He had half expected Kevan to roll him, presented with an invitation like that, but the bigger man said nothing; did nothing. That in itself felt odd. His lover's hand came to rest in the small of his back and he felt Kevan's chest rise and fall steadily. 

Rayne snuggled down again, perplexed but contented at the same time. If Kev did not want to fuck him then maybe he had his own reasons. For now it felt just as good to lie here in his arms. At least the other man had not thrown him out of bed. Tomorrow, he decided, he would make Kevan discuss this properly. 

His eyes closed and he drifted again, tumbling easily into a dreamless sleep. 

END OF PART SEVEN

"UNDERWEAR" © SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2008 

To be continued... 



Underwear Ch. 08



© SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2009/10

"Bet you thought I'd forgotten about this, didn't you? True I've been a little distracted by Rayne's later adventures with Xavier but with the boys headed back to London I can't put off the end of Underwear for much longer. Buckle up, this is a long and rocky ride. As Channel 4 are so fond of warning, there will be violence, bad language and scenes of a (homo)sexual nature from the start!"

CHAPTER 8

UNCONVINCED

Dave Ramsey was still smiling knowingly a full five minutes after Kev dropped Rayne back at his apartment on their way in to the office. He had slipped into the front passenger seat whilst Kevan Delaney and his gorgeous boyfriend were still canoodling in the doorway like a pair of teenagers. After last night's heroic orgy at his place, he was amazed that they even had the energy for a quick cuddle, but from the way that Rayne was wrapped around Kevan as they swapped tongues in the glass-fronted foyer of the building they could have gone another round, given the time.

Kev glanced sidelong at him as he dropped back into the car with a contented sigh, conscious of his partner's knowing silence.

"What the fuck are you grinning at?" he wanted to know.

"I'm amazed you've not called in sick yet," Dave said, not remotely put out by his colleague's defensive attitude.

"Grow up, Ramsey!"

"Seriously," Dave chuckled. "If he'd been trying to mount me on the doorstep like that I'd have contracted fourteen different types of flu, rung Kapper and be back in bed by now."

"You have got a one track mind, mate. You know that?" Kev said uncomfortably, returning his attention to the road as he manoeuvred his ancient Saab through the Manchester morning traffic and flicked his indicator, pouncing on a miraculously available parking space at the last minute.

"I'm not alone though, am I?" Dave grinned at him. "You two seemed to enjoy yourselves last night, anyroad. I know Bern and Tony did."

"Your Bernie's a proper slut though," Kev said dryly, but a little smile twitched his lips as well at the memory of Dave's cute Dutch boyfriend riding him hard while he watched his partner and their big black lodger Tony, fucking Rayne in both ends. He had never seen Ray so hot for it before, and he knew that his foxy mate wasn't shy about showing his feelings in bed, or anywhere else for that matter. The little vampire made no secret of the fact that he loved the length and thickness of Kev's cock so it was no real surprise that he'd gone crazy for Tony's thick, black plunger. Even Kev had been a bit turned on by the sheer size of the scally fireman's massive hosepipe. When he pulled it out of his pants at the dinner table all their mouths had watered a little bit and, when Rayne finally went down on it, dinner had been forgotten in the stampede for the bedroom.

This morning when they woke he'd bucked himself into Rayne straight away. He was still hot for his mate, just a few hours after Tony had gone back down to his own flat to get some shut-eye and they'd curled up together, just the two of them. Ray had somehow sensed how conflicted he felt last night, but Kevan couldn't put his feelings into words that wouldn't upset his mate. He loved watching Rayne in action and he wanted in on that sexual action as well, but last night, after they had come to bed he'd only wanted to hold Rayne in his arms, to feel the contented warmth of his slender body, still hot and sweaty from the rough sex. Their lovemaking this morning had been fierce and tender, Rayne kissing and biting him hard as Kevan fucked him. He had been conscious all the while of the sound of the shower running in the bathroom next door and the fact that he would have to be in the office in just a couple of hours. That had only added to the ferocity of their lovemaking.

Dave had a point, it was a wrench to leave Rayne standing on the doorstep looking so naughty and so alluring. He told himself that his beautiful, foxy lover must be exhausted after last night's marathon but he also knew for a fact that it took more than a night of fucking to wear the little vampire out. Kev cursed the fact that he had not handed in his notice the other day. He could have just gone back to the apartment and told Kapper to fuck himself if he had been a bit more pro-active.

As they reached the gateway to the yard at Brown Street, Kev fished his mobile phone out of his pocket and slowed to a dawdle. Dave cast a look back at him.

"See you later," Kev said, waving him on with a grin. "If anyone asks though, I didn't look too good last night. Probably a dodgy biriyani, yeah?"

Dave laughed wickedly and watched him go with just a little twinge of jealousy.

Rayne was upstairs getting changed when the buzzer sounded from the hallway and he pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and wandered, bare-chested down to the front door to check his intercom. To his surprise it was Kevan standing outside looking up at him with a beaming smile on his face. Rayne pressed the button. "Forget something?"

"Just how hot you sound," Kevan's small, tinny voice answered cheekily. "And how fucking foxy you look lying starkers on that sofa! Why don't you let me in and get your clothes off so I can refresh my memory, huh?"

"You are supposed to be at work, Kev Delaney," Rayne teased, sliding a hand into the open waist of his jeans all the same. He stiffened with pleasure against the yielding denim.

"Nothing on my desk that won't keep," Kev said impatiently. "Now if you were naked on my desk, that would be a different matter!"

"You've changed your tune since last night," Rayne said quietly, recalling how withdrawn Kev had been after Tony went back downstairs.

"I realised what a fucking idiot I am," Kev pleaded. "Ahhh... let me in, Ray. Just for half an hour. I wanna ride you 'til we both beg for mercy."

"Pervert!" the vampire laughed, shaking his head. In spite of his ability to heal he was still aching from last night's vigorous tooling. But he was getting very hard as well.

He pressed the button that unlocked the front door and Kevan slipped in like a greased seal and headed for the stairs. Moments later he was pushing his way through the door and taking Rayne into his arms again. Their lips collided in a breathless rush and Kev slid his hands into his mate's open fly and down the back of his pants, caressing and fingering him urgently as he eased Rayne up against the wall, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.

"Get my dick out!" he panted into his lover's mouth as he shoved Rayne's pants down to his knees and let them fall.

His mouth wandered down to Rayne's ear and along the line of his slender neck to his shoulders, kissing along his collarbone greedily as those soft, cold hands freed his straining erection. Rayne tugged steadily on his throbbing sex as Kevan's mouth possessed his slim torso, kissing his smooth, pale chest and alternately sucking and biting on his sensitive nipples. Kev fisted Rayne's rigid cock in one hot hand as his mate got his pants and jockey briefs down to mid thigh, then tugged open his shirt to rub himself against the red-gold curls on Kev's naked belly.

"Christ, I need you!" he panted as Kev licked his throbbing tits roughly.

"You're one horny bitch," Kevan agreed lustily. "Get down and suck me."

The vampire did not need to be asked. He was already moving to a crouch in front of his lover, stroking that lovely, thick, uncut cock firstly with his lips and then with his small, studded tongue. Clever fingers rolled back Kev's pale, pliable foreskin and he began to lick the exposed purple dome of his lover's pulsing helmet like an ice-cream cone, swirling his tongue around it appreciatively.

"Mmmm.... You always taste fantastic," he murmured sexily, wrapping his lips around Kevan's fat, glistening bell-end and sucking on it slowly.

One hand gently massaged Kevan's heavy, furry balls against his crotch as he nodded his dark head over the plump glans, the other began to stroke up and down his twitching, jolting cock shaft, playing it between his thumb and fingertips lightly like a musical instrument. Kev groaned with longing. The delicate brush of Rayne's ebony hair on his dick was exquisite torture, especially coupled with the caress of his hands and the tug of his soft, wet mouth.

"I'm gonna come so hard if you keep that up," he grunted, letting his knees buckle and lowering himself to the ground with his mate. He slipped free of Rayne's mouth and moved over him on the hall floor, pressing his lips hungrily to Rayne's and tasting his own salty flavour in the vampire's mouth as they kissed again. "Get your knees over my shoulders, fox," he growled into his lover's open maw.

Rayne was already splayed under him and he quickly acquiesced, opening his legs wide for Kev to get between them then lifting and hooking them up over his mate's broad, brawny shoulders, even as he tugged Kev's shirt down his back baring his torso. He admired the muscles that were starting to mould themselves from the raw clay Kev's body had been bare months earlier. The powerful chest and stomach he was building were both incredibly sexy, even before his long, heavy penis hefted into view. Kevan was fully hard against his hirsute abdominals now, dark veins standing out against the milky coffee colour of his fat shank, the weeping eye pearling the golden curls across his lower belly with little trails of pre-cum.

Strong hands gripped Rayne's lean thighs and pulled him up higher, so that he was lying back on his shoulder blades with his slender arms spread out to brace himself on the floor. Dark hair spilled over the pale coloured carpet as Kev looked down the smooth, creamy line of his naked, hairless body. He buried his face in the vampire's silken scrotum and began to lick him with a warm, wet tongue, scrubbing it hungrily from Rayne's firm, high balls to his raw, pink ring and back, soaking his lover with his saliva and his hot, horny breath.

He could feel his boyfriend's slim white legs draping down his naked back; Rayne's feet drumming an urgent tattoo there as he was kissed and licked between his thighs and soft, milky buttocks. Kev's tongue wriggled on his rosebud and pushed into him, devouring his hot little hole with a passion.

"Mmmmm.... ohhhhh!" Rayne exhaled urgently, writhing in his hands as he was tasted and moistened, readied for the main event. "Ohhh... Kevan... yeah!"

"Do you want me now?" Kev rumbled, touching his lips to Rayne's jerking balls as he spoke.

"Uhhh-huhhh!" Rayne nodded eagerly, writhing at the delicious vibration in his nuts. Kev lowered him slowly to the hall carpet again, turning him half onto his side and pushing one of his knees back towards his chest to give himself access to the wetness of his lover's passage. His fingers guided the plump, slippery head of his throbbing cock into the dimple of his mate's willing arse and he pressed gently on the shaft behind it to propel it gradually, inch by inch up Rayne's clenching chute.

"Oh baby," he growled, "this is so much better than working."

Crouching over the little vamp he began to roll his hips slowly, burying his shaft deeper and deeper with every thrust. Rayne twisted under him, wrapping one leg around his thigh and stroking the other foot slowly up his torso to his shoulder until his left heel was back over Kevan's right shoulder. Spread and impaled beneath the bigger man, he used the unexpected strength of his lean thighs to ride on the hard cock thrusts that ravaged him from within. Kevan wasted no time in getting deep inside him, pulsing until his lover could feel the rub of those lush, hairy balls between his cheeks with each firm stab into his loins.

"Jesus, that feels so good!" Rayne groaned urgently, his cock hard and drooling as he felt Kevan's chunky bell end pumping back and forth across his hyper-sensitive fuck button.

"You're not too sore, are you?" Kev panted tenderly as he bucked harder now, settling into a fast, vigorous rhythm between Rayne's legs.

"Fuck, yeah!" his mate laughed hoarsely, "but I think I can tough it out."

"You are amazing, my frosty little fox," Kevan rumbled with rapidly increasing pleasure. "All the way to the office all I could think about was stripping you and giving you a fucking good seeing to. I'm sorry I was such a... God! Last night... ahhh, Jesus! Such a fuckwit! Oh God, Ray... can't hold on! You make me feel so good!"

He was bucking harder and deeper and they both knew that he was moments from coming inside his mate. Rayne pulled him down into the tight embrace of his arms and legs as Kevan began to pound him furiously. They were both grinding vigorously against one another and panting like randy animals on the floor when Kevan's thick probe lurched and kicked inside Rayne and a flood of heat spilled into his colon, trickling slowly, wetly down his passage. Kev held still inside him for a few moments, groaning like a wounded bear as his dick twitched in the tight grasp of his lover's wet velvet sheath.

"Bloody hell!" he growled huskily at last, rolling onto one elbow so that he could look down into Rayne's wide, sex-dark, emerald eyes. The little vamp was panting quick and hard, his prick still forcefully jutted up against his naked belly. Kev was a little disappointed that Rayne hadn't reached orgasm with him. "That was astounding, baby. Let me get my breath back then I'll make you come like you've never come before. I swear it."

"It's okay, Kev," Rayne whispered with a little shake of his head. "You were just a bit sharp for me there, that's all. I know you were ready for it. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters," Kevan's lips came down onto his mate's and he kissed Rayne long and hard whilst his sensitive prick was recovering from the almost unbearable pleasure of that last explosion. He held himself still but kept his penis inside Rayne as they sprawled on the floor.

After a handful of breathless minutes, he knelt up and shrugged his shirt right off, discarding it, then awkwardly wrestled his pants right down to his feet and kicked them off. Rayne was lying back, legs wide, looking up at him with a lazy little smile.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Kevan assured him. "I dunno what I'd do without you, Ray."

"Are you planning to leave?" Rayne pouted, with a little frown.

"Never!" Kev shook his head.

"Do you want to shut the door before the locals get a bit too curious?" the vampire asked him with a grin. "Or was that part of your latest voyeuristic game? Enlisting my neighbours to watch us fucking?"

Kev laughed weakly. In his urgency to mate with Rayne he'd completely forgotten that he hadn't shut the door to the maisonette apartment behind him. It was probably no great concern since there were only two other people inhabiting the building, a guy who lived in the other side of the block and had his front door on the next level up and the caretaker who had a small flat on the ground floor. Even so Kevan blushed slightly at the thought of one or both of them wandering past then coming back to look as he fucked his beautiful lover. It also put steel back into his prick.

Rayne stretched out, lissom and nude on the hall floor as he rose to shut the door then returned with an appreciative smile, hand on his dick, gently stroking the still-sensitive head with his thumb as he hardened again. The sexy little vamp chuckled and rolled to his knees trying to get to his feet and get back to the open-plan lounge but Kev pounced and caught him, pulling him to the ground again. He began kissing the back of his mate's slender neck passionately as they rolled around on the floor together.

"Oh God, I want you," Rayne groaned as Kevan rubbed against him from behind. "I don't know what you guys did to me last night but I'm just so fuckin' horny today!"

"Naughty little slut," Kev chuckled. "And after the good hard boning I gave you this morning as well!"

"I thought you'd gone off me last night," Rayne half turned in his arms and Kevan knelt up, pulling his mate back against his bared chest, spreading Rayne's thighs so the sexy little vamp was sitting astride him, his back to Kevan's broad chest and firm belly.

"How the fuck could that happen?" Kevan wanted to know. He was stroking the head of his cock over his lover's wet, gaping hole and pushed himself in again, slowly now. Rayne leaned back hard against him and his body undulated sinuously over Kev's dick, pushing itself up and lowering steadily onto his lover's fresh-bloomed re-erection.

"You were so off with me. I thought you were jealous because I was getting it on with Tony so hard," Rayne moaned quietly. "Uhhhh... God Kev! That's it! So good!"

"How can I get jealous when you can't keep that tight little man-puss off my cock this morning?" Kev grinned, kissing his neck.

"Why so quiet then?" Rayne turned his head so that their lips brushed and he kissed Kev hungrily whilst the bigger man fucked him harder from behind.

"I..." Kev returned the kiss with interest, then stroked the backs of his fingers across Rayne's wet lips tenderly. "I was jealous. But I was a bit scared too. Scared that you might want what he's got in his pants more than you wanted me, I guess."

"Kev, you idiot!" Rayne laughed, then caught his breath as his mate pulsed in him a little harder and deeper. When he could speak again he murmured; "You know it takes more than that. I wouldn't just ditch you for Tony because he's got a big one. I've had a lot of men with big dicks, Kevan, I'm not with any of them now, am I?"

"I guess not," Kev rumbled a little shamefaced, and glad that Rayne couldn't see the colour of his cheeks as he admitted the truth. "And I'm glad."

"Why's that?" Rayne tilted his dark head back on Kevan's broad shoulder and nuzzled his cheek affectionately as he wound his hips in a slow circle on his mate's erect prick. One hand slid down to stroke his cock now and he began to fist himself as he rode Kev a little harder.

"You know why," Kevan mumbled awkwardly.

"Tell me again." Rayne bucked his hips rapidly, thrusting up and down on him, loving the way that the little ridges of skin at the base of Kevan's cock head rubbed on his cum-button when he eased up and down that way. He growled hungrily and worked his leaking prick a little faster. "Mmmmm... you've got me so sexed up, Kev," he panted when his mate did not answer him right away.

"I love you, Ray," Kevan rumbled into his ear, wrapping his arms around the slender, beautiful little creature who writhed and bucked in his lap. "That's why. I love you and I want to be with you. And I don't care who else rides you or who you fuck to get blood from them, so long as they understand that you'll always come back to me and when I want to be between your legs they'll have to wait in line for it."

Rayne closed his eyes, biting his lips anxiously. That sounded a tad possessive to him, but he had to accept that Kevan had just given him permission to keep on hunting, and using sex-mates as a feeding source. He already understood that Rayne could not feed exclusively from him without harming him. It was as close to a functional relationship as he had come in his entire life. Even if it was entirely dysfunctional.

"You mean that?" he panted, edging closer as they negotiated sensually, on their knees still in the hallway. "I can fuck for a meal and you won't get tetchy about it?"

"So long as it doesn't interfere in our sex life, sure," Kev said magnanimously.

"What about hunting to kill?" Rayne asked, feeling his fangs extend at the thought. He had not considered Daddy Big-Balls, the man with the matchbook, since yesterday evening when he and Kevan almost came to blows over it in the car.

For a little while his lover was silent save for the urgent grunts and the quickening of his husky breathing on the vampire's neck as he bucked in Rayne's arse. Hot hands stroked up and down his naked body as they coupled, then one gripped the vampire's soft, dark hair and used it to push him forward on his hands and knees. He was forced to let go of his erection as he went down doggy-style in front of his mate and Kevan's groping fingers gripped his balls, holding him there almost painfully tight as he started to fuck Rayne hard and deep from behind.




Underwear Ch. 08



"If you kill a man..." he grunted, but was silent for a moment thereafter.

"Or a woman?" Rayne panted when he did not elaborate.

"You what?"

"It's not only men that are capable of evil," Rayne reminded him breathlessly. "You're a copper, you know that."

"Have you ever killed a woman?" Kevan asked him, moving both hands back to his lean hips and gripping hard as he bucked his cock violently into Rayne's arse, admiring the way it stretched that tight, pink hole, glistening as it jabbed in and out.

"No," his lover answered at once, then growled softly and shuddered at the feel of Kevan moving vigorously inside him. "It... uhhhhhh... it doesn't mean I never will. So if I kill... then what? Does it mean we're finished?"

Kev was grinding against him again, grunting and moaning as he edged up once more. Rayne realised that the conversation was actually exciting his lover in some bizarre way.

"When you kill, does it stain your conscience?" the mortal asked now, almost pulling out as he came too close. He kept his hands on Rayne's naked cheeks as he knelt behind the vampire, just stroking the bulbous knob in and out of his tight ring, nice and slow.

Rayne bit his lips hard, fighting the urge to plead for it. He was so agonisingly close to a massive climax. The delicious pounding in his chute was making him nearly as randy as he had been last night with Tony's enormous pole inside him. Rayne could feel the cum boiling in his balls, nearly ready to spurt. He closed his eyes, controlling his breathing strictly.

"I was baptised Catholic, I guess it must do," he panted, shaking his head. "Please, Kevan, can we talk about this later? I really, really, desperately need you to fuck me hard right now."

Kev gripped him tighter and pushed himself balls-deep, back inside, filling the cold emptiness in Rayne's colon then pounding the wet-velvet grip of his rectum like a stallion on a mare. The vampire moaned hungrily, collapsing onto his shoulders and knees with his face rubbed up against the hall carpet while Kevan gave him the rough buggering that he craved. The urgent thrusting on his fuck button did the trick this time and Rayne felt his roiling nuts contract. A massive flood of heat gushed fiercely up his shaft to explode from the throbbing head and he screamed with desire at the moment of ecstatic release.

Moments later Kevan impaled him to the root and roared like a bull as he inseminated his delicious, naked, undead mate for the third time that morning. Kev pulled out of him, still spurting, and rolled Rayne roughly onto his back. He knelt over the beautiful young man and stroked his gushing member over his lover's lips. Rayne opened up and swallowed him without hesitation, sucking a further slick of semen from Kev's prick and gulping its salty heat down greedily. Kev knelt over him, fucking his mouth with slow, uncoordinated strokes, virtually unmanned by the sweet pleasure of Rayne's lips and tongue pulling on his post-climactic sex.

At last they collapsed together, gasping and moaning softly. Rayne rolled onto his side and nuzzled up to Kev at once, loving the sweaty heat of his mate's nude body against his own in that simmering haze. Kevan held him in his trembling arms, overwhelmed by the pleasure Rayne had given him. For a little while their argument was forgotten.

But not entirely.

When they were in the shower together and Kev was scrubbing his back, Rayne felt the man's lips at his ear again and Kev whispered; "So... you never answered the question. Do you feel guilt when you kill them? Even if they deserve it?"

Rayne turned around in his loose embrace and ran soapy hands over his lover's hairy chest. His expression was thoughtful rather than disruptive.

"If I said, 'not always', would you be disgusted?" he asked at last, unable to meet Kev's mild blue eyes.

"Not disgusted," Kevan reassured him. "Sometimes we bang blokes up for a crime that makes me think that we ought to still have the noose for that kind of scum."

"What's the difference between me executing them and someone sending them to the gallows?" the vampire wanted to know.

"I'm not fucking the guy who trips the trapdoor," Kevan said with an awkward smile. His fingers touched Rayne beneath his chin, bringing his head up so that they were looking at one another again. His square jawed face glistened wetly under the bathroom lights and lust was already flickering again in that steady, cornflower-blue gaze.

"Being a murdering psycho isn't contagious," the vampire told him with a little ghost of a smile. "It's not like herpes."

Kev shook his head gravely. "The ones you feel guilty about... what... how do you deal with it?"

"Well I don't go to confession any more, if that's what was worrying you!" Rayne laughed nervously.

"I kind of figured that," Kev conceded, bending his head and kissing Rayne softly on the mouth. "But when something weighs you down like that..."

"It doesn't," Rayne reassured him quickly. "Kev, it's not a problem. I deal with it."

Warm fingers ran down his arms to his wrists. For a moment Rayne just stared up at him then his eyes followed Kevan's gaze and he realised the man was looking solemnly at his scarred forearms and hands. Rayne swallowed hard, feeling a lump rise to his throat that was over fifty percent panic.

"Yeah..." he exhaled shakily, in answer to the question that was not asked. "Sometimes, that's how I deal with it."

Kevan kissed him again, a long, slow connection of lips and tongues that went on long after Rayne reached out to turn off the water and they stumbled out of the cubicle, still entwined. Kev lifted him bodily onto the counter beside the hand basin and Rayne wrapped his legs seductively around the other man's hips, pulling him in as they kissed more intensely.

"That's my girl," Kevan whispered hungrily into his mouth. "God I love you, Wylde. Murderous psycho or not, I can't keep it down around you, baby."

"I'd kind of noticed that," Rayne nodded mischievously. "Three times this morning and he's up for more! What the fuck are you snorting?"

"I'm high on you, fox," Kevan murmured into his ear. He pushed Rayne's knees back gently and bucked into him hard, sheathing his stiffening cock slowly in his lover's moist channel again. Now he picked Rayne up in his arms and carried the little vamp through to the bedroom. "Let's get you into some slutty undies and a pair of sexy heels now that you're all fresh and scrubbed for me."

"Ahh... I knew you were up to no good," Rayne groaned as the truth dawned. "You just want to play dress up with me."

"We've not had a lovely hot bra and panties session for ages, baby," Kevan cajoled him, lipping at his neck and his sensitive earlobe as he set his mate down on the bed. "And as you so succinctly pointed out, I've serviced you in the raw three times this morning already. Time for Uncle Kevin's little girl to get hot and dirty now."

He knelt up on the edge of the bed, sliding out of Rayne slowly then reaching across to the bedside unit for some lube and a pair of handcuffs.

"Put the black latex corset and split crotch knickers on for me," he said hungrily. "Wear the ripped fishnet stockings and that pair of 6" stilettos with the ankle cuff."

Rayne rolled his eyes but he knew the routine well enough now. If he argued about it they would be here all day. It was easier to give Kev what he wanted and make him come like a waterfall. And the sex was generally amazing when he dressed up. Kevan had been eager earlier on but seeing Rayne in women's undies always drove him over the edge. There was an indecency to their lovemaking when he was dressed up and the sex was incredibly satisfying, even if he generally felt like an absolute lemon.

Rayne dried his hair and bobbed his ragged bangs carefully, then applied a little shimmer of eye make up, black kohl and a dusting of purplish blusher under his strong cheekbones. He painted his lips a dark, glossy red and put little ruby droppers in his ears, then let Kev lace him tightly into the flexible, black, shiny corset with built in suspenders for his torn, black fishnets. He put the shoes on before the panties because that invariably got Kevan hot. Rayne was too hard to disguise his erection by the time he pulled on the lace and latex thong and the minuscule black velvet skirt Kev retrieved from the wardrobe for him to wriggle into.

"Baby, you are smoking!" Kevan whispered, coming to kneel between his legs in the nude. His warm hands gently arranged the scraps of lace and latex so that Rayne's hard-on was protruding urgently through the slit crotch and the lace tugged sexily against his throbbing balls. "Put your hands above your head," he panted and when Rayne obeyed him with a little smirk, he fastened them together with the police-issue, metal cuffs that were now a part of their toybox. Rayne knew that Kevan liked to use them because they had already discovered whilst playing with the cuffs that, even with the additional strength he got from his undead curse, he was unable to break them open whilst he was hanging suspended from them.

Rising to his feet Kevan kissed his deliciously petite mate on that scarlet pout then urged him down onto his knees again, hands behind his head. He stroked the dome of his erect penis over that lush mouth, glossing Rayne's full, red lips with his pre-cum. Strong fingers gripped a handful of the vampire's silky black hair roughly and Kevan's thick cock forced its way into his mouth, thrusting urgently.

"That's it. Suck it, baby girl!" he grunted in a low, hungry tone. "Get it hard and ready to fuck your dirty, slutty pussy."

Rayne gulped him down willingly. He loved to get a mouthful of cock more than anything, even blood! The oral session was not to last long though. Kev pulled out of his mouth once his lover had taken him into his throat. He grabbed Rayne's cuffed wrists and dragged him to the bed on his knees then picked him up easily and fastened his cuffs to a loop in one of the tall corner posts of the bed so that Rayne had his back to the post and his knees under him. Kevan pushed a black rubber ball gag into his lover's mouth then knelt in front of Rayne Wylde and yanked up his short skirt to suck the vampire's balls seductively through the lace mesh of his slit panties. Rayne pulled down hard on the cuffs enjoying the bite of metal on his wrists and hands and the way the muscles in his arms strained against the restraints.

"Open your legs, baby girl," Kevan coaxed, stroking his lover's stiffening cock as he laved Rayne's lace-wrapped nuts with his wet tongue and caressed his beautiful mate's slender thighs with the other hand. "That's it! Open wide for Uncle Kev, let him lick his slutty baby's hot little puss."

Rayne pulled himself upward and managed to get his feet under him, even in those endless heels. He braced them about a couple of feet apart, crouching on the corner of the mattress and Kevan's head slipped between his thighs, licking him greedily. Rayne quivered like a spooked colt, cuffed and gagged, feeling his lover's wriggling tongue slither in and out of his well-used hole. There was a bottle of lube on the bed and a long, black sex toy that Kev had bought for him about a week ago but not used on him yet. It was thick and ridged, made of decent, solid, flexible rubber and about eighteen inches long. He thought of Tony as he looked at it and he was sure the idea had occurred to Kev Delaney as well.

Kev fingered some lube into his passage now, using two, then three, then all four fingers to stretch his mate. He had big hands and Rayne arched his back and swung from the cuffs as he bucked his hips, riding the thrusting fingers inside him. Kev's thumb pressed gently on Rayne's scrotum as he worked the rest of his hand deeper inside and took his mate's leaking cock in his mouth at the same time, sucking him hard. Rayne made a small, urgent noise against the rubber ball gagging his mouth. His nuts clenched hard. Kevan felt it because he released the vampire's leaking penis from his mouth and eased his fingers out slowly, flexing them.

"You're so fucking tight. Turn around, Ray," he said huskily. "Kneel on the bed and lift your hot boy-cunt for me. That's my sexy bitch."

As Rayne knelt, arching his back and pulling down on the metal cuffs around his slim wrists, Kevan spread his legs and fastened a three-foot chrome spreader between the ankle cuffs on his black PVC shoes. He gripped Rayne's buttocks beneath his short skirt, kneading them roughly then ripping the slit black lace open to expose his mate's gaping hole. Kevan buried his face between his lover's cheeks, licking and slurping hungrily on his balls and tonguing his passage thoroughly. He lubed Rayne with his fingers again, before easing his whole hand slowly back inside his mate and gently fucking it in and out. Rayne thrashed and moaned incoherently on the bed, pulling harder on the cuffs and shuddering incessantly as Kev fisted him nice and slow. His groans grew more urgent when Kevan's fingers eased stickily out of his throbbing arsehole and his mate reached for the black dildo, lubing it from end to end. Kevan knelt on the bar of the leg spreader so that Rayne could not easily fight him.

"Get that whoring man-cunt up in the air where I can see it, slut," he ordered gruffly.

Rayne arched his back and bucked his cheeks back towards Kev, letting him rub the head of the big, black, rubber toy over his wide, sore hole. He nodded eagerly, his moans encouraging his lover to start slowly feeding the thick, flexible dildo into his anus. Kev needed no persuasion. He was sliding the toy up his sex mate with indecent haste, working it in and out as six, then eight, then ten... thirteen inches thrust easily up Rayne's KY and sperm-lubed passage. The vampire keened desperately and bucked his hips as he felt it stretch and fill him again, pushing up deeper into his empty gut, further than almost anything had ever gone. At sixteen inches he began to whine urgently, feeling it stretching places that were never meant to be explored this way. The final inch was wider around, tapering back to a long, ridged control knob. Kevan pressed on it until all eighteen inches were up him, the fat base popping inside and pressing back against Rayne's ring, keeping the dildo lodged in him, all the way. The control was left protruding from his anus like a fat black tongue. Kevan turned it on and the half a metre of latex buried inside his mate began to undulate like a breathing snake, writhing slow and hard inside him.

Rayne cried out involuntarily against the gag. He became rock hard instantly, his dick standing up painfully against his lifted skirt, leaking pale swirls of cum all over the soft, black velvet. He bucked against the corner post, trying to rub himself on it, desperate to come.

Kevan's lips touched his ear then and the man whispered; "Next time you feel the need to cut your arms, you come and tell me and let me punish you this way instead, fox. This is much more fun, isn't it?"

The vampire moaned helplessly. He was so turned on that it was almost agonising. His hands were numb, protruding limply from the metal cuffs and his slender wrists were chafed red from struggling. The black PVC of his corset was clinging stickily to his naked body as he bucked and writhed, on his knees, hands raised above his head, unable to rise due to Kevan's knee on the spreader bar. He was hard as a fence post and knew he was going to spurt uncontrollably if Kev so much as touched his cock or his balls. Fangs extended into the black rubber stopper in his mouth and he moaned desperately at the indecent, unstoppable squirming sensation in his gut. Kevan was cruelly teasing his erect nipples with his thumb-nails, stroking them up and down over the tingling buds of horny flesh. He kissed the back of Rayne's neck and rubbed his own hard wand between the vampire's legs, stroking the head over his lover's lace-meshed balls.

His bound, helpless mate bucked like ten thousand volts had been put through him. The massive ejaculation shot from his throbbing cock head like paint balls from a gun, splattering the black velvety softness of his skirt and dark silken material of the bed sheets with crème. Rayne made a sound like something dying, alone and in pain. His groin and bowels ached mercilessly but it felt so fucking good just to come hard, restrained tightly, unable to even touch himself.

He whined when Kev reached down and actually turned the vibrator up to the next setting. He had thought that initial slow, wriggling presence in his colon felt sinfully good. This was like a kicking donkey inside him. His prick began to leak again as the long rubber teaser churned hard against his internal fuck-buttons. Now Kevan rose and removed his gag, keeping his foot on the spreader between his lover's ankles. His fingers tangled in Rayne's dark, silky hair and he stroked his turgid prick on the vampire's soft, smudged, scarlet lips again.

"Ahhh you fucking dirty cum-slut," he crooned excitedly. "Suck my big dick. Suck me off and moan hard on my cock, you gorgeous little bitch. Wanna feel those moans of pleasure running down my cock shaft. I've got a couple of pints of hot crème for you, baby. Gonna shoot it into your pretty mouth while I watch you squirting on that big black knob again. Tell Uncle Kev how much you like being fucked by that massive cock, foxy girl."

"Aahhhhh! Jesus, Kev! It feels... uuhhhhh... feels fuckin'.... Nnnhhhh!" Rayne shook his head, his heart kicking furiously in his chest as the dildo bucked and wormed like a living thing inside him. He was heartily glad that he was more than human. A mere mortal would have been screaming the place down by now, he was sure. "Ohhhh... gonna come so hard!"

His rouged lips parted wetly around his lover's pulsing cock head. He sucked like a baby on Kevan's thick, meaty comforter and the incessant shivers of pleasure ran up and down his aching shaft until he finally exploded, unable to hold the fountain of cum in his throbbing balls any longer. A long, breathless cry reverberated down Kevan's erect shaft and for a few seconds Rayne bucked and twitched as if he had been electrocuted, then his body went limp, hanging breathlessly from the cuffs, semen running down the inside of his short skirt and his slim thighs. Kev pumped his mouth and throat for a few more strokes and groaned ecstatically as he filled his lover's mouth with his own hot sperm.

He released Rayne from the cuffs then curled up on the bed with the little vampire, holding him close as Rayne swallowed slowly and licked his lips. Kevan was kissing the back of his neck, murmuring his name in quiet awe. The dildo was still humming and twitching rhythmically in the vampire's tight anus as Kevan rolled him onto his back so that they could kiss long and hard, like courting teenagers.

"Oh baby, I do love you," he growled happily as his hot hands wandered all over Rayne's slender body. "You let me do the most amazing things to you, and I know you love it. Such a dirty girl!"

Rayne silenced his mate with his mouth and tongue, pulling Kevan hungrily down into his arms. Some experiences were beyond words and now Rayne showed his lover with his hands and his mouth and his needy body just how much he appreciated this one. They did not get out of bed until the following morning.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING:

Going out to work that morning was probably the hardest thing that Kevan Delaney had ever had to do. It took a monumental effort to prise himself up from the bed where he was tangled around his gorgeous lover, his cock buried deep inside Rayne Wylde. They had drowsed like that for a couple of hours then woken and continued with the urgent business of their lovemaking before settling into a contented half-sleep again for just a little while. Invariably when they roused the passion seethed over them like electricity again and they carried on coupling as if their existence depended on it.




Underwear Ch. 08



Kevan had ripped off the tight little waspie bodice as they fucked and also his lover's torn and useless knickers. The spreader bar had come off as soon as they resumed horizontal lovemaking but Rayne was still wearing the short skirt, the ripped fishnets and the six-inch heels. His make up was smeared all over his face but he still looked devilishly beautiful writhing underneath Kevan on the huge, rumpled bed.

Kev was still fucking him in the shower just fifteen minutes before he had to rush off to work. An urgent meeting had been called this morning and no skiving was permitted, even to those contemplating quitting the force. Kev refused to tell Rayne what it was about but the little vampire presumed it must be to do with a case so he didn't push it.

He was still wrapped in a long dressing gown, tingling with pleasure, some fifty minutes after Kev departed for the office. It was impossible to think about work after such a marathon sex session. Rayne snuggled down on the soft, brushed mock-suede and cradled his head in his arms, enjoying the deep, sensual ache in his loins and his fiercely twitching rectum. He was still warm from the non-stop passion of the last twenty-four hours. Amazingly he felt alive, almost human. His fingers twisted the heavy, diamond-studded ring on the third finger of his left hand and he sighed with something approximating bliss. If this was not love, it was still something truly awesome, something to be savoured and treasured.

The happy haze was blown away completely in the next couple of minutes. His phone chirruped, intruding on the comfortable silence of the empty apartment. Rayne was tempted to ignore it but it was plugged into the answer-phone socket and he almost fell off the sofa, scrabbling for the handset when the message kicked in. A gruff, unfamiliar voice said; "Are you there, Raindrop? Pick up your calls. Daddy's been trying to get hold of you all night, chicken?".

His heart was pounding violently in his chest. Kev had warned him not to act alone, but he could set up a rendezvous easily enough if he gave his lover some time to act on the information given. He pressed the call button and lifted the phone to his ear almost nervously.

"Hi... I'm here. I can't talk much. I didn't think you were interested."

"I'm always interested in shagging dirty little boys, Raindrop," the husky voice promised him. "In fact I'm seriously interested in fucking your tight little arse this very afternoon, chicken, if you wanna meet me later."

His breathless rasp told the vampire that he was masturbating as he talked, already aroused by the thought of their illicit liaison. Rayne chewed on his lower lip for a moment.

"I'm... um, I'm still at school. I can't talk until later," he improvised.

"I can pick you up from school at lunchtime, chicken pie. Just tell me where," the man huffed excitedly. "My Daddy-dick's thick and hard right now and there's a lot of hot cum in these big balls for you, Raindrop. I know you like that, don't you."

Rayne managed a quick, anxious breath and thought fast. If he said no, the guy might easily cruise a local school and rape some innocent kid again. He could not face having that on his conscience, but lunchtime was too soon. He needed to warn Kevan.

"Okay..." he said, still thinking. "But I'll come and meet you, okay? At the bottom of Liverpool Road, under the bridge, yeah? By the lights?"

"What time, chicken?" the man panted. "Make it soon, my balls are ready to burst. Tell me when, Raindrop?"

Rayne glanced at the clock.

"Quarter past twelve?" he said nervously. "I have to be back for one."

"Don't you worry, sweet thing. It won't take me long to give you what you need," the stranger promised him. "Make sure you're not wearing underpants, you're gonna get fucked hard, you dirty little boy!"

"Sure!" Rayne agreed, keeping his voice light and boyish. "I can't wait, Daddy."

"You're a fuckin' hot slut," the man grunted as he jacked himself off on the phone. "Can you rub your little cock for me right now? Daddy wants to hear his baby boy get off. He wants to come on your angel face."

"I'm... um... I gotta get back to class," Rayne improvised hastily. "I'll see you after twelve, yeah?"

The man was still grunting rhythmically as he pumped his cock. He panted; "Keep talking to me, baby. Just a minute more. Gonna come so hard. Tell Daddy what you like, Raindrop."

"Umm... you're so big, Daddy," Rayne whispered helplessly. "I love your big Daddy dick inside me. I can't wait to feel you fuckin' me hard again."

"Good boy!" the man gasped hoarsely. "Tell me more, tell Daddy how much you loved that hard cock pumpin' hot crème up your tight, virgin boyhole!"

Sick fuck! Rayne thought, sinking back against the sofa as he murmured a litany of meaningless obscenities and listened to the man on the other end of the line getting off with an almost painful sounding grunt of lust.

"I've got to go," he said quickly, feeling more than slightly soiled and ill. "I'll see you soon, yeah? Bye!"

It was with a sense of relief that he hung up on that call. The timer told him it was about ten fifteen. He still had a couple of hours to get ready and get into the zone before he had to face the pervert in person. Rayne called Kev and got his voicemail. He swore impatiently and left a message. Then he dragged himself up to the bathroom, removed all traces of makeup from last night's session and did some fierce pelvic floor exercises in the shower as he concentrated on making his chute as tight and virginal as possible under the circumstances. He was arranging his dark hair into a spiky, teenage concoction in front of the mirror, dressed in dark, baggy jeans and a white button-up top that might at a push pass for a school shirt when the phone rang again.

"Fuck, no!" he exhaled, dreading it being 'Daddy' ringing for another little phone sex session. "Kev, that better be you!"

The number on his call screen was withheld and he frowned at it for a moment before taking the plunge and pressing 'call'.

"'allo?"

"Rayne?" queried a voice like black treacle. "That you?"

The familiar scally tones told him the identity of the caller straight off. Rayne relaxed instantly; "Tony! Hi, how'd you get my number?"

"Bern' gave it me," the firefighter admitted, almost sheepishly. "I 'ope you don't mind. I had to talk to you again."

"It's okay," Rayne assured him, flopping down on the bed, relieved that it wasn't the potential boy-rapist and slightly amused at Tony's nervous manner after some of the things they had done together the other night. "You all right?"

"Yeah, not bad." Tony's smile crept into generic response and it made Rayne smile too. "What about you? Not too sore?"

"I'm good. A bit fucked, but what did you expect?" he laughed. "You just calling out of courtesy then?"

Tony's chuckle was a warm, shivery sound that trickled up and down his spine.

"I get off at eleven thirty," he said. "I wondered if I could come round?"

"You did, did you?" Rayne grinned a little at the boldness of that enquiry, moments before submitting to a twinge of annoyance that the big, handsome fireman hadn't called him about an hour earlier. The idea of riding that big pole again was making him stiffen shamelessly. "I... I've got to be somewhere at twelve fifteen," he apologised now. "I'm really, really sorry, Tony. I'd... I'd love to see you, but I just can't today."

"What about tomorrow?" Dave and Bern's persistent lodger ventured. "I don't start my next shift till 2pm."

Rayne was tempted. He contemplated the offer quietly for a moment. If Tony had no objection to feeding him it might also be a tidy arrangement. Kev had already conceded that he didn't mind Rayne fucking for food.

"Ray?" the other man prompted him, reminding him that he'd been wool-gathering for too long. "It's okay if you don't want to fuck. Just tell me. I'm used to guys not wanting a second round. I know it's a big one, but some lads like that."

He sounded so crestfallen that Rayne was touched by it.

"That's not the reason. Not at all," he promised quickly. "I loved it, Tony. It was fuckin' extreme but it pushed all my buttons at once. I'd do it again like a shot, but... it's a bit complicated. Can we meet up for a chat later this week?"

He heard the other guy's voice brighten up instantly.

"Sure, that would be cool. When's good for you?"

"Let me know when you're free. I work from home so... today's an aberration. I swear." Rayne caught his breath and loosened his pants. That softly rumbling voice just had such an erotic effect on him, or maybe it was that he was still so fired up from the session with Kevan last night. He could not be sure. Whatever the cause, he was still randy as a jack-rabbit for it. He let his curled fingers slide up and down his shaft slowly.

"I got three days free after tomorrow, so long as we don't get an emergency call," Tony informed him happily.

"Aren't all fires emergency calls?" Rayne laughed.

"I mean, if there's a big situation and they need all hands on the pumps," his new friend explained amenably.

Rayne closed his eyes, thinking that he wouldn't mind getting his hands on Tony's pump right now. Thoughts out of the gutter, Wylde! his conscience prodded him. Jesus! What's wrong with you?

"Friday? Lunch?" he asked a little breathlessly.

"Just lunch?" Tony teased him.

The vampire smiled, then remembered Tony couldn't see him. "We'll see what comes up."

"Too late, Wylde. It's already up, man! Just hearing you's got him standing to attention, lover!" Tony's voice was husky with pleasure now. "Doing you in front of your bloke the other night really got me hot, Ray. I never done nothin' like that before."

"I thought you'd fucked Bernie before?" Rayne lay back on the bed and slowly rubbed his hand up and down his stiffening cock shaft. He loved the way it felt against his palm, so slick and silky. And the way his fingers whispered up and down the sensitive length of muscle. Little ripples of pleasure ran down his erect stem and pooled in his groin.

"Not in front of Dave," Tony said, sounding a little bit bashful all of a sudden. "It was Bern' said he wouldn't mind."

"They're pretty laid back about sex," Rayne said unnecessarily. "Are you jerking off at work, Tone?"

"Yeah..." the response was a lazy drawl. "I'm lyin' here on my bunk, under the duvet, pants undone. It's really hard for you, Ray."

Rayne caught his breath and began to work himself up a little faster now. The image of the handsome fireman lying on a bunk, half dressed in a room full of horny men, just getting that big black cock nice and hard was almost enough to bring him to the edge.

"Do you guys ever toss one another off while you're killing time?" he asked with a grin. "I always wondered."

"Nah! We're solitary wankers!" Tony said, his voice little more than a sultry whisper now. "Everyone does it though. The job's ninety percent waiting around and ten percent heroics. We all get a bit of a hand-shandy going now and again. The nights are the worst. You hear fellas on the phone to wifey, girlfriends, sex-chat lines... you name it! Hands going at it like crazy under the covers." He moaned softly and Rayne figured he was edging up nicely too. "What are you wearing, Ray?" Tony asked now, in a conspiratorial tone.

"Not much," the vampire admitted, rubbing the flat of his hand down his bare belly under the curl of his cock shaft. The head brushed the backs of his knuckles, drizzling them with stickiness. It felt so good to touch himself with Tony's quickening breath sounds in his ear. It cleansed his spirit after the sordid chat with 'Daddy'. "Just an open shirt, my jeans undone, pushed down a little."

"Seriously?" Tony panted. "Are you winding me up, Ray?"

"I was just getting dressed. Kev was here this morning, so..." He shrugged a little and echoed the other man's moan of pleasure.

"Was he shaggin' you before he went?" Tony's voice shuddered slightly as he pumped his shank harder. "Tell me what he did to you, lover. I wanna hear it all."

Rayne tilted his head back, glanced at the clock then figured he could fit it in. He gave Tony the abridged version of the past twenty four hours, a smile curving his lips as he listened to the other man's quickening breathing on the other end of the line. Tony's panting grew more hoarse and ragged as he listened to Rayne's account of Kevan handcuffing and gagging him on the bed before taking him hard with the dildo.

Almost choking on the words he panted; "Are you gonna let me cuff you when we fuck, Ray? I can't wait to get my dick inside you. Wanna tie you up tight before we fuck, baby. I love to see the way the ropes pull on a boy's skin. Turns me on so bad. Oh man! I'm gonna cum..."

Rayne arched his back, his hand still working hard on his shaft then slowing as he heard Tony's gasping, shuddering climax. His thumb and fingers squeezed and caressed the sensitive head of his dick and he burst with a tremulous little cry of his own, feeling the pleasure well up from his loins and splash wetly on his chest and heaving stomach. He trailed his fingers in the cooling spatters of cum and touched them to his tongue, loving the briny taste of it.

"Mmmhhh... thanks for that, babes," Tony purred contentedly. "Can't wait for Friday. I'll call you in the morning, yeah?"

"Sure," Rayne whispered, eyes closed, his heart still pumping relentlessly from the recent explosion. "See you then, sweetheart."

The low waisted jeans were easy enough to slip in and out of for quick sex, which was why he'd chosen them. Having quickly washed the recent spill off his chest, he re-buttoned the white shirt and pulled his zip-up, hooded jacket over it, then sat on the edge of the bed to slip his feet into his comfortable black hi-tops. Now he concentrated on the boyish aura that always turned Kev on so hard in bed. The image that looked back from the bedroom mirror was of a slightly street-tough, urban urchin, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old.

The transformation always took Rayne by surprise because he did not feel a physical change take place but somehow he was subtly 'altered' by the Glamour. He hooked his door key onto a long, silver chain and threaded it, skater fashion, through the belt-loops of his tight jeans, tucking a twenty into them and slipping his mobile phone into a zip pocket of his jacket. Then he took a deep breath.

"Let's go!" he told his reflection.

On the way to Liverpool Road, only a ten or fifteen minute walk from his apartment, he called Kevan again but to his frustration the call went straight to voicemail.

"Fuck!" he swore under his breath. What now? "Um... Kevan, I can't wait. Daddy called. I'm meeting him, know what I mean? Under the railway bridge, bottom of Liverpool Road, at quarter past twelve. I'm gonna have to turn my phone off now. I'll call you later."

There was no backing out of this. If he did not show for the rendezvous Daddy probably would not meet him again and he might well go back to abusing and raping less compliant boys. Rayne gritted his teeth. He was just going to have to extract a confession and deal with the situation his own way. He knew he had promised Kev that he would let the police handle it but the circumstances were out of his control today.

He quickened his stride, turning into Portland Street then breaking into a trot as he cut across behind the looming tower bocks of Piccadilly and down through the old Regency quarter off King Street. He slowed again there, still moving with a purposeful gait through the flocks of shoppers and tourists, hood pulled forward, barely garnering a glance from anyone. As he reached Deansgate he tried Kevan one last time but still was unable to get through. Reluctantly he switched the phone to 'silent' mode and slid it back into his pocket. By now he was at the top of Liverpool Road and the timer on his mobile reckoned he had a good couple of minutes in hand.

Rayne walked more casually down past the YMCA and the Basin, watching the wintry sunlight glinting off the waters of the canal and the small crowds of tourists there admiring the brightly painted narrowboats. He lit a cigarette under the canopy of the new youth hotel there and carried on past the flats to the traffic lights under the old, smog-blackened railway bridge.

At 12.15 on the dot, as he was leaning against the viaduct wall, a dark green Merc pulled up at the lights and sounded its horn. He walked across and peered in through the window, puzzled that it was a different car, a different bloke. The guy was probably lost, or thought he was hustling. Rayne was just about to set him straight when the man said; "Are you Daddy's little Raindrop?"

He blinked for a second then nodded mutely, too surprised to speak.

"Get in, you little beauty," the man said in a hungry undertone. "Come on, lights are changing."

Rayne opened the passenger door and slid onto the leather seat. He barely had the door closed again when the guy accelerated away. He was older than the man Rayne remembered, with short, shaggy-cut, greying hair that had probably once been quite dark. His body was longer and leaner and he wore a rumpled, dark blue suit and open-necked white shirt, without a tie.

"I... Ummm... you're not Daddy," he said warily. "The guy I met before was more... muscled."

"Don't you worry, angel," the man laughed nastily. "All you need to know is that you'll be getting a nice fat cock, sweet-cheeks."

The car turned up towards Hulme and carried on a little way, then pulled over smartly behind a bank of graffiti covered hoardings surrounding a desolate looking building site. He was out of sight of the road here, parked neatly between the wooden paling and a mound of rubble, the residue of a demolished building. When the car came to a halt he said; "Get in the back and strip off for me, angel. I've not got long."

Rayne bit his lower lip but he did as he was told. To argue now would seem suspicious. Whilst he was shedding his clothes he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and shoved it down into the seat-well with his shirt and jeans, cursing Kevan's hopeless timing silently. The tall rumpled stranger climbed out and glanced around to make sure that they were not being observed. He took his jacket off and folded it neatly onto the driver's seat then shut the door and climbed in the back. Calmly, he unzipped his fly and pulled his erect cock out of his pants as he crawled across the cream leather seat. It was a gloomy day and he left the door open so the light stayed on and he could see what he was doing.

"I don't understand," Rayne said in a small voice. "What happened to the other bloke?"

"Took a shine to him, did you?" his new Daddy sneered. "Sorry. He couldn't make it, angel. He sent me along to make sure that you get what you need."

"I'm not sure," Rayne said tentatively.

"Too late for that, baby boy. Open your fuckin' legs!" the man growled. "I've not got all fuckin' afternoon. You were gagging for some dick on the phone, so don't screw me a about now, right?"

Rayne winced at his tone. He could easily imagine how scary this would be for an inexperienced young lad. Lying back submissively on the leather seat he spread his thighs, lifting one leg so that his heel was resting along the head-rest. The man pushed his left knee back up to his shoulder and spat on his fingers before shoving a pair of them roughly up his arse. Rayne whimpered as the cold digits frigged him fast and hard.

"You're a skinny little cunt, aren't you?" the man grunted. "I bet you're a nice tight fuck."

He pulled his fingers out and lifted Rayne's slim hips and creamy buttocks, spitting into the shallow cleft between them. His fingers plunged back in, working the snug passage rapidly.




Underwear Ch. 08



"Good lad," he muttered, pulling them out again and lining up his cock with Rayne's hole.

"Don't hurt me, I've only done this once," Rayne whispered, playing coy for him.

"You lost your cherry to that big-bollocked cunt last time?" Daddy laughed hoarsely. "The lucky bastard! You must have enjoyed that fat dick of his, yeah? You were practically begging me for it on the phone."

Rayne just stared up at him, biting his lip. The man gazed back down at him, eyes smouldering.

"Fuck, you're a bonny little bitch," he growled, slowly working the plump head of his cock-shank into Rayne. "Let me hear you beg for it again, angelface. That really turns me on."

Rayne closed his eyes, shivering slightly. He was angry and perplexed. Why was it a different bloke. This made no sense to him.

"Fuck me, Daddy," he whispered huskily. "I need you so bad."

"Dirty boy!" the man grunted, gripping his lean hips and thrusting into him, deep and hard. Rayne kept his rectum clenched tight in an effort to convince his mate that he was barely deflowered. It was painful after what Kevan had done to him the day before and he yelped as the pulsing shaft rubbed coarsely on his sore flesh, but the man between his legs seemed very pleased. He bucked himself balls-deep into Rayne and hunkered down over him, licking his neck and earlobes as he screwed hard inside his tight young mate. His hands were all over Rayne's nude body, groping him lasciviously and as the little vampire relaxed he could feel that the stranger's long penis was pounding him faster and easier.

"Oh yeah!" Daddy mark-2 huffed excitedly. "You nasty little bitch! You love that cock, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Rayne moaned, non-committal, wriggling urgently as the friction in his passage tightened his balls and put involuntary steel in his cock.

"Keep talking to me, angelface," the man grunted. "Daddy likes to hear his dirty Raindrop whining for more cock."

Rayne's hands moved to his chest as he got rougher but the man grabbed them and pushed them back up over his head, against the door-panel. He bucked harder between Rayne's lean thighs.

"No touching, angelbitch! Talk to me. Talk dirty while Daddy breeds that angel-cunt!"

He closed his eyes, focussing on the friction between his legs. It was second nature to tune out when a situation got beyond endurance. Now he slipped into the role easily enough, murmuring the litany of filth that his mate wanted to hear, imploring and cajoling him as he bucked and squirmed under that hot, rutting body.

"Dirty little slut," the man panted eagerly. He knelt forward, pushing two fingers between Rayne's soft lips as he fucked the slender creature under him. "Suck them, angel."

On autopilot, Rayne suckled on the man's sweaty fingers, tasting the salt heat of his skin. A hot hand closed around his cock and rubbed him slowly as the man's dick pounded harder between his cheeks. He felt the buzz of illicit pleasure rising in his loins and fought hard to keep his fangs from extending in response. His studded tongue snaked up and down the thrusting fingers in his mouth as his assailant whispered husky, filthy words of encouragement.

Then the fingers withdrew and Daddy gripped his slim hips in both hands, tugging him hard and fast onto his thrusting probe. Rayne felt the intrusive penis lurch inside him, once... twice... He cried out helplessly.

"Wank yourself, bitch!" the man snapped. "Wanna see you come. Uhhh... yeah... breeding your dirty hole so hard! Come for Daddy now."

Rayne spat on his hand as he felt the wetness of his partner's ejaculation seep into his clenching loins. He masturbated hard, feeling his own balls clench and release furiously as he fired a vigorous burst of sperm off over his arcing belly. Immediately his assailant pulled out and clambered up over him to shove his dribbling cock into Rayne's mouth.

"Suck it clean," he grunted, gripping a silky handful of sable hair. "Oh yeah! That feels nice. Daddy's dirty baby knows how to suck a cock."

It clearly felt good enough. His abuser quickly got hard again. Holding Rayne tightly by the hair he fucked his mouth for several minutes, banging Rayne's head against the car door in his urgency. By the time he rewarded the little vamp with a mouthful of hot cum, Rayne was just about ready to castrate the bastard with his teeth.

"Good little bitch!" the man laughed patronisingly, blindingly unaware of just how close he had come to losing his dick. He tucked the flaccid member back into his pants quickly now. "You're a cracking cocksucker. Never had a kid throat me like that without gagging on it.

Rayne forced himself to stay calm. He wiped the cooling sperm off his belly and licked his hand, then reached for his shirt and jeans, wriggling them back on whilst the man was fastening his own clothing.

"You up for another session soon, angel?" he asked when he was dressed and Rayne was buttoning his tight denims. "I know I'm not your muscle hunk, but you took it really good. I know a few other blokes that would love to give you what you need, pretty boy."

Rayne eyed him curiously now.

"And what's that?" he asked drily.

"You know what, angelface. You want a nice big cock going hard and deep in that slut hole of yours," the man laughed crudely. "I've met a few dirty little bitches like you in my time. Me and my friends know how to keep your type happy, baby. That's what the number's for."

"The number?" Rayne repeated slowly, feeling too foggy, too obtuse.

"The phone number you rang when you couldn't stop thinking about Daddy's big nuts banging your naughty little arse!" his companion elaborated. "When one of us picks up a sexy little boy that obviously gets off on it, we give him the number. Any one of us could pick up your message. I just got lucky. We arrange to meet you and... voila! You get your tight arse shagged and one of us gets a lucky break. More than one of you fancy it!"

Rayne stared at him mutely, not sure if he was hearing this right.

"I rang a mailbox?" he asked warily.

"That's right."

"How many guys have... I mean, how many of you could pick it up?" He was choosing his words carefully now, not wanting to spook the man.

When Daddy got out of the car and reached into the front for his jacket, he got out too, pulling on his short, hooded coat and huddling into the warmth of it desperately. He felt violated. More than that, he felt ill.

"Mmm... not sure, last count there was probably about twenty three, twenty four blokes that's paid-up members," he hazarded, climbing back into the driver's seat. "You want a lift anywhere?"

"Yeah," Rayne got back into the front passenger seat, looking at him incredulously. "Twenty four?"

"Sometimes more, sometimes less. There's guests too sometimes," the man told him, turning the engine over and reversing out onto the road again. "Where to?"

"Umm..." Rayne had no idea where the nearest school was, he just wanted to keep the man talking. "Into Hulme. I can walk from there. How'd you get to be a member then?"

"Nosy little fuck, aren't you?" Daddy laughed and accelerated away from the kerb. "I found out about it through a porn site. You pay by credit card to join the mail box. Only time you see another member is when one of the lads asks for a gang-fuck though."

"Does that happen a lot?" Rayne wanted to know.

"Why? You interested in getting ganged?" the man, glanced at him with a glint in his eye. "It can be arranged, you know."

Rayne swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Umm... if I... if a boy rang up and said he wanted it with more than one man, what would happen then? How does it work?"

Daddy indicated right and pulled over at the next lights to turn. He cleared his throat.

"First one to pick up the message gets back to him and tells him to post again, saying where he can meet us for the session. Then someone collects him there and takes him to a pre-arranged site. A message goes out on the members board and anyone can turn up and have a shag with him. We normally meet first at a car park so people can get there easy enough, then we double up into a few cars and take the kid somewhere a bit more private. He gets fucked by everyone there and then one of us runs him home to mummy and daddy afterwards." He grinned wolfishly at Rayne. "Still fancy it?"

"So... I wouldn't know until the night how many men would be doing me?" Rayne speculated, quite astonished by the methodical explanation of this venture.

Daddy2 reached across, sliding his hand between Rayne's legs and groped his crotch blatantly. "You're getting a bit turned on by this, aren't you, angel? I certainly wouldn't mind watching you get nutted by a big gang of randy bastards, you little star."

Rayne ignored that comment. "Do a lot of boys ring the number then?"

"A few," his companion replied evasively. "You'd be surprised how dirty some of the teenage lads in this city can be. Or maybe not, you were a hot little cunt for me this afternoon, Raindrop. How old are you, by the way? You look about fourteen."   

"Yeah," Rayne said atonally. "Is that young?"

"Not especially," the man shrugged as he pulled over in a lay-by next to a block of flats. "You'd be surprised. Some of the blokes on the site are looking for lads a lot younger than you."

"Do they ring up for it?" Rayne asked him sceptically.

"Nah," his lift declared, shaking his head. "The proper chickens get farmed."

Rayne swallowed again, a sudden wave of nausea hitting him hard in the gut. "Farmed? How?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" Daddy laughed, but the laughter was a little more restrained this time. "You always this nosy, angel?"

"Yeah," Rayne told him, leaning back in the seat and watching the traffic crawling by, up to the next set of lights, as Daddy carried on discreetly rubbing his crotch in the lay-by. "So, what's farming?"

The man looked at him with narrowed eyes. At last, a tad reluctantly, he said; "There's some blokes that pick out pretty young lads when they're still young enough to do as they're told and groom them. They get them used to a man's touch and, later on, get them used to being fingered and then fucked for like, a reward or something. Then they advertise them, discreetly like, on the websites and in specialist mags. Blokes can ring up a number and pay to have them for an hour, or even for a night."

"Like training a dog," Rayne said emotionlessly, his eyes on the man's slowly fondling hand. He was thinking about Brian; remembering his uncle Bri's big, rough hands on his naked body when he was no older than Daddy believed him to be, and that harsh laughter as the man watched his so-called-friends undressing, one after another, to have sex with him. He sat forward abruptly, dislodging the hand in his groin.

"I can walk from here."

"Are you sure, Raindrop?" The man looked a question at him. "Why'd they call you that, any road?"

"I'll tell you next time."

Rayne opened the door and hauled himself out, taking a gulp of the slightly fresher air, then slamming it behind him. He waited until the car had pulled away through the lights then doubled over and threw up in the gutter.

END OF PART EIGHT

UNDERWEAR © SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2009/10 



Underwear Ch. 09



CHAPTER NINE

UNDERSOLD

Public Health Warning: Sadie's Underwear contains explicit male/male sexual pairings, violence, bad language and vampirism from the start. It also deals with dark psychological issues and the long-term effects of childhood abuse. If this is not your thing then please don't read any further. Thank you.

Rayne was halfway back to the apartment and it was beginning to get dark when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his jacket again. He flipped it open and put it to his ear wearily as Kevan yelled; "Ray! Ray... are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Half of fuckin' Manchester can hear you, Kev. Shut up!" the vamp snapped tersely.

"Are you all right?" Kevan asked, chastened by his tone.

"Yeah."

"Is... did you...?" He faltered, unsure of his words now.

"Yeah, I met him. Yeah, he fucked me. No, I didn't eviscerate him. I wanted to but I didn't. Happy?" Rayne kept walking, the phone cradled to his cheek. He heard relief in Kev's sigh.

"He didn't hurt you?"

"Not so much," the vampire told him dismissively.

"Did you find out who he is?"

"It's complicated," Rayne answered evasively. "Yes, I think the police need to be involved, but we need to talk about it first. This is gonna need careful handling, Kevan. Let me go home and have a shower. Actually, scrap that, a hot bath! In disinfectant! Then you can come over, okay?"

"Okay," Kev conceded, rather less enthusiastically. "Shouldn't you let SOCO check you over first. If you've got evidence...?"

"Like I said, it's complicated," Rayne reminded him. "And I really don't want your colleagues poking and prodding me about this evening. I've had about as much of that as I wanna take for today, thanks."

"I love you, you know. I'm just worried," Kev told him quietly. "I'm glad you're okay."

"I'm glad that's what you think!" Rayne snorted and hung up. He turned the phone off before putting it back in his pocket.

When he got back to the apartment he stripped and threw his clothes into the laundry hamper in the bathroom then ran hot water into the tub. Whilst it was filling up he took a brisk, hot shower and washed himself out with the douche nozzle three times in all. Then he scrubbed his teeth until his gums bled and washed his mouth out with vodka. Finally he subsided into the scalding bowl of bubbles with the bottle of Stolichnaya and drank the rest of it.

By the time Kevan arrived with a Thai takeaway and two bottles of Tempranillo Rose, he was very clean, much more mellow and ever so slightly despondent. He picked over the food whilst Kevan put away the beef and noodles ravenously. Sometimes he ate with his lover to keep him company, though the effort usually made him feel ill afterwards. Tonight he had no heart for the pretence, but he deliberately forestalled all talk until after his lover had eaten.

When they were curled on the sofa together with a couple of glasses of wine and he was certain that Kevan wasn't angry with him, Rayne told his boyfriend what had happened during his meeting with Daddy, Mark Two. Kev's eyes darkened at the description of the sexual acts that had been perpetrated on his beautiful mate, and widened incredulously when he got to the conversation about the mailbox. There was thunder in his eyes by the time Rayne confessed to getting out of the car and puking his guts up. Now he set down his glass and put his arms around the little vampire protectively.

"I'm proud of you, Fox," he whispered, turning Rayne's head slightly with a finger under his chin and pressing his lips to the soft, cold mouth of his beautiful boyfriend, kissing him hard. "I'd have wanted to kill him after all that. You did good, princess."

Rayne shook his head sorrowfully. "I'm not so sure. I don't know what to do next, Kev. I couldn't kill him, it would scare the others back underground. I know how it works. If we take one or two the others will just scatter and wait 'til it's safe to regroup then carry on somewhere else. They're like evil Pokemon, you've gotta catch 'em all, or not bother." He looked up soulfully at Kev. "That's where I need your help."

Kevan smiled at him.

"You've never needed me before," he said with a hint of surprise. "It's nice."

"I wish it was for a nice reason," Rayne muttered. "Just thinking about it makes me feel sick again."

"We will get them, Fox," Kevan promised him. "Knowing something exists is a big part of the battle."

"Yeah, but even if we take down the 'phone ring, there's still the guys that run the websites and the ones who are farming those young boys. We don't even know who the bastards are, Kev." Rayne looked tired and a little defeated. His experience this afternoon had left him drained and desolate in a way he had not felt for many years. When his Uncle Brian was arrested the men that had colluded with him, and joined in with Rayne's abuse, got off scot-free. No one ever traced them. He saw the potential for something similar to happen here and the thought of it sent his spirits spiralling down into the depths of depression.

"Then we need to find out," Kevan said rationally. "I'll check through likely 'faces' on the database tomorrow. I want you to give it a few days then ring your Daddy and arrange another meeting. We'll put a wire on you this time and you can ask some serious questions."

Rayne shook his head. "Wire won't work, the guy I did today wanted me nude. I can't even stuff a mic up my arse!"

"You wear ear-studs though," Kev pointed out. "You'd be amazed what we can put a bugging device into, Fox."

"Fuck!" Rayne actually managed to raise a laugh at that idea. He sobered quickly though. "If I have to fuck him for info I don't want you listening to the tap, Kevan Delaney. I'm not doing this as wank fodder for you and Ramsey."

"As if we'd do something like that!" Kev looked offended at the suggestion but Rayne was more pragmatic.

"I know you, Delaney! No arguments, you're not listening in while I bust my balls with a suspect. End of!"

"Okay..." Kev held up his hands in submission. "You win, Wylde. But, if I might make a suggestion, you mentioned how they set up a gang-fuck. It might be useful to get the Gen on as many of their little circle as possible..." He broke off because Rayne was looking at him with naked disgust.

"You want me to put my hand up for a gang-bang situation and walk in there wearing nothing but a wire just so you can collect their fuckin' number-plates?" he asked incredulously.

"It gives us names and addresses, Ray. And if they talk among themselves while they're nobbing you, we might get something from that as well!" Kevan fired a steely look back at him. "You were the one that wanted to bend the rules the other day. What's up, can't stand the heat now it's getting serious? I know you can take a group-dicking. I even know that you enjoy it, you naughty girl."

Rayne huddled up on the sofa with his arms around his knees, staring blankly ahead as he mulled this proposition over. He had to admit, under normal circumstances, the idea of a gang-bang was exciting. And when Daddy had talked about it this afternoon in the car it had stirred him up sexually. It would not be the first time for him but apart from his playtime sessions with Kev, Dave and Bernie, he hadn't submitted to submissive group sex just with men for quite a few years. The last time it had happened with total strangers he had still been mortal and also way off his head on Special K, on an Antiguan beach at the end of a long and gruelling tour. He didn't recall an awful lot about it.

"You okay, Fox?" Kev asked him at last when he had been quiet for about five minutes. He too had cooled down a little and there was concern in his voice now. "If you don't want to do it, I understand."

"I'll think about it," Rayne said in a dull tone.

"Good girl," Kev murmured, pulling him into a warm embrace and drawing Rayne's lips onto his in tender benediction.

"I might see Tony on Friday. Is that okay?"

They were lying, half naked, on the sofa; Kev underneath with his shirt undone and his pants at half mast, his slim and sexy lover nude from the waist down and straddling the thickness of his rigid cock as he asked the question. Kev rubbed the underside of his lusty bone against the smooth flesh of his lover's scrotum and silken ball sac, stroking his hands up and down Rayne's lean thighs. That big cock twitched restlessly between his lover's parted legs, wanting to be inside him.

"See him?" he queried lazily. "See him how exactly?"

"With my eyes, the usual way," Rayne teased. "He rang me this morning and asked if he could meet me for lunch. I said I'd ask if you minded."

That last bit was a barefaced lie but Rayne figured it might smooth the path.

"Just lunch?" Kev asked suspiciously.

"Well... we might come back here for a fuck afterwards. I can hardly bleed him in the restaurant!" Rayne blew him a kiss.

Kevan shook his head in bemusement. His hands pulled Rayne down for a slow kiss then guided the cum-drenched head of his needy cock into his mate's yielding, well-fucked hole.

"Ride me!" he growled.

Rayne knelt back with passion darkening the icy chartreuse of his eyes to a deeper emerald green. He rocked his slim hips, impaling his lean body hungrily on Kevan's long, fat, randy spike.

"Oh yeah... that feels so-o-o good!" he purred as he wriggled himself right down to the balls on Kevan's fabulous cock. "You are such a big boy, Kev Delaney!"

"And you are one naughty, cock-hungry slut, Wylde!" Kevan laughed huskily, turned on something terrible by his gorgeous lover's tight chute gripping his pole and slithering up and down on the throbbing shaft. "Mmmmhhhh... that's the way, princess. Ride it like a whore, I wanna feel it deep inside you."

Rayne knelt up, bucking his skinny hips slowly as he savoured the sensation of Kevan's hot, thick tool tugging and stretching his sensitive colon. It thrust and slurped satisfyingly over the ticklish nerve-ends in his rectum and the plump, leaking head nudged up and down relentlessly over his tingling fuck-button. Catching his breath he planted his hands on Kevan's broad, copper-furred chest, pinching the bigger man's small, dusky-rose nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pushed himself back down hard on his lover's cock so that it was forced up deep inside him. Rayne rubbed his throbbing balls in his lover's rough, hairy crotch-mat as he circled his hips and arse vigorously, loving the way that Kevan's body stretched and teased him.

"That's it... ohhh yeah... like that, princess!" Kev crooned, letting his hands slide over the smooth, milky skin of his lover's gyrating arse-cheeks. He fondled the singer's sexy little bottom firmly as Rayne bucked and ground on his dick. "That feels so fuckin' tight, Fox! I love it so much when you ride me like this!"

Rayne leaned forward to cover Kevan's mouth with his own, his lips warm and moist and flavoured with the sweetness of the wine and the sharp notes of coriander and lime. He barely needed to move in order to edge himself up when Kev was buried in him this way. His lover was so long and thick and hot inside him that it was like magic, he just got incredibly turned on by it. Kevan's tongue slid between his teeth and he caught it lightly there in his mouth. Big, powerful hands eased restlessly over his nude body then settled on his lean hips, gripping there as his mate began to buck slowly between this thighs, that solid rod of man-meat pulsing smooth and hard, in and out of his tight chute.

The little vampire moaned helplessly at the slow, wet caresses of that long, fat cock against his quivering innards. He wriggled like a puppy, his hands clawing lightly through the burnished curls on Kevan's broad torso as he rubbed his erect cock against his lover's hard-muscled, hairy belly.

"Aaaahhhh... need you so bad!" he panted, siding one hand around the back of Kevan's neck and up into his rusty curls, towing Kev's mouth back onto his. At the same time he ground down smoothly onto the pumping tool between his bared buttocks. Each vigorous thrust stoked the fires of pleasure in his loins a little higher.

Now Rayne was finally able to push the sordid events of the afternoon out of his mind for a little while as Kev settled into a slow, sensuous rhythm between his legs and they kissed like horny teenagers, swapping tongues and saliva and humping and writhing together on the sofa. It was such a simple thing and such a massive pleasure for both men. After the marathon shagging session of last night and this morning neither of them, by rights, ought to have the stamina for this but knowing that didn't stop them trying.

Jabez had warned Rayne, once upon a time, that his libido would spike periodically and that during those spikes his need for physical intercourse would become almost uncontrollable. Back then he had laughed about it, claiming that it was like that when he was mortal. But his Sire had been right; this was more intense and definitely more demanding. He needed to address the problem soon or he was going to fuck Kevan to death.

As their lips parted wetly, he stroked both hands up through Kevan's hair and tentatively outlined this problem in a breathy whisper, whilst Kev pulsed more vigorously in his tight arse.

"What a way to go!" his lover chuckled huskily, once he had finished explaining.

"Don't laugh... can you imagine how I'd feel if I knew I'd killed you with just my need for sex?" Rayne caught his breath again as Kevan's cock head began to work slowly and deliberately over his sweet-spot once more.

Kevan knew by now just how deep he needed to be to drive his sexy lover insane with arousal. He urged Rayne up onto his knees again, working that thickly engorged knob restlessly back and forth over the twitching fuck-button in the internal wall of his mate's velvet sheath. Rayne gasped and whined incoherently as he felt his pelvic muscles all contract and release at once, over and over. His balls ached with need and his cock began to weep a slow river of pre-cum.

"Oh... Jesus! Jesus!" he whispered breathlessly. "Kev!"

Kevan's warm, strong arms drew him down into a passionate embrace and they kissed with searing heat as the bigger man settled back into a longer, slower rhythm once again.

"I love the way you look and sound and feel inside when I edge you right up," he rumbled when their lips drew apart again. "You are such a naughty little Fox, Wylde. Do you even realise how incredibly horny it makes me, hearing you tell me that you're having uncontrollable nympho cravings for my cock, all the fuckin' time? Jesus H. Christ, as you're so fond of saying, isn't that the fantasy of every single red-blooded male?"

Rayne laughed at that too, rocking himself more eagerly on the big, hot probe between his clenching cheeks. He and Kev both groaned with satisfaction at the sensations created by this new angle of friction.

"You tell me that again when you're too fuckin' weak to even get up and take a piss," he teased. "When I've drunk every drop of you and ridden your dick 'til it's raw and your nuts ache like I've kicked you in those six inch black stilettos you love so much. You won't be so smug then!"

"Baby," Kevan sighed contentedly, "I give you my fuckin' blessing! You can fuck other guys if it seriously worries you that much and you honestly can't wait another moment to ride my cock. But whenever it's possible I wanna watch, okay? If I can't be there then set up a cam or get the lucky dick to film it on your phone and send it to me so I can watch my sexy little fox getting boned while I fuck him hard later on."

He kissed Rayne's neck and throat, caressing the cool, undulating silk of his slim waist and sexy arse as Rayne chuckled; "Dirty Bastard!"

"But of course! How could I be otherwise with you sitting in my lap getting me all hot and bothered?" Kev pointed out with a feral grin. "I promise you sincerely never to look at porn again, so long as you keep sending me pics and vids of your gorgeous, sexy, naked body getting drilled stupid by big hard cocks!"

"You are amazing," Rayne purred, gasping again as Kevan drove into him all the way to his hairy, ginger nuts, then rolled him onto his back on the broad, smooth sofa cushions and climbed up between his legs to fuck him fast and hard.

Rayne's slender body thrashed uncontrollably, his bare feet sliding up and down Kevan's arching back as the bigger man mounted and screwed him almost violently into the soft, tactile cushions of the well used sofa. Rayne's hands slid down to Kev's arse, gripping that bucking, hairy backside tightly as it jerked up and down with a passionate fury between his splayed thighs. He could feel each long, hard, lancing stroke of Kev's massively broad beam sinking and rising in him, over and over. Kevan's dick was not the longest he had ever had -- though, at around nine and a half inches it was his favourite length for perfect stimulation of his hot-spot -- but it was one of the fattest cocks he had ever ridden. Every time they fucked it stretched and filled him so beautifully and never failed to satisfy him. It had a slight curve that just followed the walls of his tight rectum and every inch rubbed up against his sensitive innards so perfectly that it rarely took him long to come when Kev was driving it up him this hard.

Tonight was no exception. He could hear Kevan gasping and grunting at the exertion and the wet slurping sounds of their sweaty, slippery bodies writhing eagerly together. His nostrils were full of the briny tang of pre-cum, fresh masculine sweat and Kevan's delicious blood, so rich and visceral, flowing fast beneath his jewelled skin as he was savagely thrusting. He could feel his lover's heavy, cum-filled balls slap-slap-slapping against his smooth, white buttocks.

Long fingers squeezed Kevan's arse harder, tighter, and Rayne ground his own balls urgently on Kevan's hairy belly, rubbing his leaking cock on hot wet flesh. His voice sounded thick and hollow in his throat. "So close! So close!"

Kev's hand eased between their bellies and hot fingers furled around Rayne's throbbing penis, pumping and stroking it in time with his cock thrusts. A spasm of heat melted his loins and flowed through him like molten gold. Rayne cried out wordlessly, his body gripping and releasing Kevan on autopilot as the semen jetted up his twitching shaft and spurted over and over and over, crèmeing his heaving belly and chest; glistening like pearls on the golden curls of Kevan's sweat-soaked torso.

Kevan roared like a stag in full rut, his hands moving to Rayne's slender hips as he sheathed his lurching sword inside his lover, all the way. Rayne felt it swell yet further and burst like a water balloon in his spastic colon, filling him with liquid heat. His lover sank onto him with a long, happy sigh and his rough tongue lapped at the beautiful little vampire's nude torso and long white neck affectionately as he slid his arms around Rayne. Neither man had the will to move much more than that for several minutes, so Rayne's lips found their way to Kevan's mouth, kissing him slowly and gratefully. His hands slid to the small of his mate's sweating back and his lean thighs splayed loosely around his hips, that were finally, blissfully still though Kevan's slowly wilting dick stayed snuggled for a while in the heat of his cum-filled passage.

"Wow!" Kevan exhaled at last, summoning the energy to rise onto his elbows and peer down at Rayne. "That was sensational, Fox! I swear, fucking you just gets better and better. What in God's name are you doing to me, Wylde?"

He laughed huskily, touching his nose to Rayne's as they kissed again.

"Did it feel as good as it looked for you?" Kev whispered at last. "You looked so hot, and so turned on while I was filling you up. Was that good, babe?"




Underwear Ch. 09



Rayne nodded adamantly. He did not want to feel Kevan withdraw and climb off him yet so his arms slid around his lover's broad shoulders, holding their two bodies close.

"That was out of this world, Kev," he promised. "It felt so good to come for you, and feel you coming in me so soon after... I was... I was just on fire, sweetheart. Thank you!"

He meant it too. Sex with Kevan could be extraordinary and tonight had proved it but he still had that niggle of disquiet about their relationship. Sure, it was not the first relationship he'd had that was based purely on physical intimacy. Most of his dalliances were at least ninety percent sexual but Kevan was managing to dig deeper from time to time.

They talked a lot. Rayne was conscious of it because he rarely engaged on an intellectual level with the guys he fucked. With women it was different, he'd spent long afternoons and nights alternately talking and shagging with his girlfriends. Somehow the conversation side of things just flowed more naturally when he was with a girl. Guys, on the whole, didn't want chat afterwards. Either they zipped up and left, or got on with other stuff, or rolled over and went to sleep. Or he did!

Kev liked talking to him though. He sometimes asked too many questions, but seemed to accept that the ones his lover deflected were not going to be entertained. Consequently he wasn't always pushy about getting an answer. It didn't stop him moving on to a new line of enquiry though. That was one of the things he liked about being with Kevan, the man wasn't afraid to speak his mind.

Since he found the photographs though, Kev had conspicuously mellowed with him. He was careful and protective of his lover's feelings much of the time. Their lovemaking had been almost tender since that night when they burned the nightmare memories of his teens in Kevan's back garden. The vampire was mildly surprised that he had not tried to role-play his favourite 'Daddy/Daughter' games in bed since, but he was not unhappy about it either. Maybe Kevan was finally beginning to read him better and to understand that he found that fantasy uncomfortable.

It still disturbed him slightly, knowing that Kevan was aroused by that kind of imagery. Kev had assured him repeatedly that it was nothing more than fantasy but Rayne was still uneasy with it. He did not want to dwell on that tonight though. Tonight had been good; especially after the day he had just had. Amazing sex, with a powerful, passionate lover; who could want for more than that? Unlife did not get much better.

They made love again, in the bath and on the bedroom floor, too hungry for one another to even make it onto the bed. Finally they dragged their bones onto the low, oriental divan and curled up like spoons, succumbing to the lazy warmth of sleep. Even Rayne slept, which he tried not to do when he was not alone. He knew from past experience how unnerving it could be for a lover to wake beside his cold, lifeless body.

When he did finally come to his senses it was mid-morning and Kev had already risen and gone to work. There was a note scribbled on a scrap of envelope by the bed though. It read; You even look gorgeous dead. I could get a taste for necro, you naughty fox! Xxx K

Rayne blinked. He felt stretched and pleasantly sore behind but had put it down to over three hours of forecful sex last night. A gentle, probing finger between his cheeks revealed that the semen in his passage was warm and relatively fresh.

"Dirty cunt!" he exhaled incredulously. "How fuckin' low will you go!"

Rayne spent the morning in relative relaxation; a hot bath and then some music reviews for Unzipped, a Manchester-based, gay-friendly, music, media and arts magazine that gave him regular work. For several months now Grant Jackson, the young buck who ran the paper, had been trying to persuade Rayne to do a nude photo shoot for them. It was a popular feature. Unzipped had a good market profile and often showcased openly gay celebrities stripped to their undies, or even baring all on the cover. It was tastefully done and all in good humour. Grant wanted to run with a slightly different theme though. When Rayne protested that it was years since he had been famous, the younger man told him candidly that he was actually more interested in the vampire angle.

"Everyone's wetting themselves for Vamps at the moment," he coaxed over the phone. "Just imagine what it would do for our sales figures, and your record sales, having you looking hot and naked on the our cover, fangs out, some hot boy stud swooning in your arms..."

Rayne blinked at his mobile incredulously then put it to his ear again. "Let me get this straight..."

"Don't use that word around me, Rayne!" Grant warned him instantly.

The vampire sighed and shook his head. "You want to out me on the front cover of Unzipped as an... I don't know... as a... bloodsucking sex object?"

"You're a gorgeous guy, Rayne Wylde. Plenty of people remember Whipsnade," Grant assured him seductively. "You turn heads every time we walk down the street together. Don't try and tell me you've never noticed that!"

"Don't you ever thing that they might actually be looking at you, stud-muffin?" Rayne chuckled playfully, refusing to be led on by this. Grant was a really striking lad, tall and slim with muscles in all the right places, a shaved head and some very sexy tatts and piercings to boot. He'd done a lot of modelling for gay mags in his younger days and knew how the gay media worked from the inside.

He knew Rayne's secret though. They'd never fucked but Grant had sucked his cock and in return he had let Rayne suck on his neck whilst wanking him off. Grant was gaga for vampires and already had a number of semi-permanent bite marks on his sexy body, indication that he'd been a boy toy for more than one local predator.

Rayne knew that he'd be a more than willing feeder but he'd drawn the line at inviting that kind of intimacy. Grant liked it too much. He reminded Rayne of Dominic, though they were nothing alike as people. Only DW was a serious vampire slut. His old friend wore Jabez Everman's marks on his neck and groin now, which kept the crazy mortal from letting some uncivilised piece of vampire rough bleed him to death in a seedy motel room somewhere. No one was going to mess with the Everman's chosen feeder.

As a consequence of the conversation with Grant he was still mulling over the idea of 'coming out'. There were still plenty of people out there happy to believe that vampires and other paranormal shit didn't exist. In truth, Rayne also liked it that way. It made his life easier in many respects.

But the more that people like Grant Jackson found out about his status, the harder it got to hide. Rayne was forty six years old and he looked like a twenty six year old; not in the way of men in their middle years who had kept fit and used plenty of moisturiser and hair dye, but genuinely he had the body and face of a much younger man. The man he had been when he died.

Although that was not strictly true either. He was much healthier, for a start. How was that for a dichotomy? Seventeen years dead and he looked in better nick than he had done at thirty! Questions had already been asked and it was only going to get harder to hide the truth.

A few years ago he had done the last high profile job on his CV. Not too many years after Whipsnade's official split he was talked, or rather, bullied by his record label into taking part in a popular TV dance competition. He entered in the end to raise funds for an offshoot of Dominic Warren's Pharos Foundation, a London based AIDS Charity. The money they got from his rather astonishing nine week stint went towards funding care for children who had contracted HIV as a result of domestic abuse and Rayne had done a lot of work afterwards to promote the causes of kids left in care, or worse, in mental hospitals by the people supposed to be caring for them.

In interviews he had managed to get his point across pretty well but he was increasingly irritated by the number of casual enquiries seemingly obsessed with his appearance or how he managed to keep so fit. It had become his stock answer to tell the press that he bathed in the blood of seven virgins every night. The SOLD board had not been amused. Nor, for that matter, had Jabez.

From then on there had been salacious mumbles in the press that he was a vampire. He got asked about it far too much, though he never formally admitted to it. And now, Grant Jackson wanted to out him!

It was enough to give him a migraine, if he had still been able to get such things.

"I am not coming out to sell more copies of your fucking rag!" he laughed harshly.

"I never had you down for a closet case, Wylde," Grant poked him mercilessly. "Thought you were braver than that. Are you genuinely worried about how people might react?"

"Jackson, when you confess to being gay you get obscene graffiti sprayed on your house," he pointed out irritably. "Sometimes they might still beat you up or throw shit at you. Confess to being a vamp and the nutters start coming after you with sharp objects to see if you'll die!"

"And that kind of attitude towards vamps will prevail if people like you, who can do something keep on hiding in the shadows!" Grant argued with the passion of youth, and its blissful ignorance of the facts.

"Sweetheart," Rayne said more firmly. "Did it never occur to you that most of my kind embrace the fuckin' shadows? They like living their Unlives on the margins of your society because they get to regulate their own behaviour there. And they won't take kindly to people -- or even other vamps -- who draw attention to them. Am I making sense?"

Grant sulked. Rayne could feel him brooding, even over the phone.

"You make it sound like the Undead Mafia," he complained at last.

"That is precisely what it's like," Rayne flashed back at him. "Just because I can be civil to you, doesn't mean they all will. Vamps are territorial bastards, on the whole. Its all about food and power to them. They're not interested in how much fame you can give them, just what you might taste like."

"Isn't there any kind of solidarity between you at all?" Grant asked, sounding more disappointed now.

"There's more honour among thieving chavs than there is between vampires," Rayne told him bitterly. "I need to get on with the reviews now, Grant. And then I need to feed. I'll speak to you later."

He hung up on that call feeling at a very low ebb. Grant Jackson had known other vampires and still he did not truly understand how dangerous they were. That was a bad thing. Idealism like that was all very well in a strong, supportive community such as Manchester's Gay Village had, where the worst it might get you was some abuse from the straights, but if he tried that on with vampires it could get him killed. Or worse, it could get him used as a mindless, helpless donor, or even Turned.

He wondered, with a shiver, if that was actually what Grant wanted. Did he just see the allure of eternal youth and unending beauty without understanding its price?

Once his acidic assessment of the latest batch of indie candyfloss was typed up, Rayne got changed and set about negotiating that price. He had bled Kevan enough this week and he was still hungry. If he was going to go ahead with this entrapment plan he needed to be on top of his game. Which meant fresh blood, daily, at least. The vampire flipped though his phone book and called up Sam, a young man who worked at Tribe, one of the clubs off Canal Street that catered to the fetish trade. Sam's fetish was for being bound and bitten.

A little over an hour later he was naked in Sam's makeshift playroom in one of the apartment blocks on Whitworth Street. The twenty year old blond moaned appreciatively around the red, rubber ball-gag in his mouth as Rayne buckled his wrists into the leather sheaths that ran from the backs of his hands to his elbows, and fastened them behind his back with a pair of D-rings. He buckled two leg-spreaders between the young man's knees and his ankles to keep his thighs wide open and tightened the leather cock and ball harness that had been all his Feeder was wearing when he arrived. Sam's plump young penis strained restlessly against the straps and he uttered another little groan of sensual delight.

"Good boy," Rayne whispered, lubing his cock as he licked his way slowly down Sam's slim, scarred arms to his perky buttocks where he began to tongue the wriggling youth, enjoying his eager, muffled cries of need.

When he pushed a pair of slippery fingers into the shackled blond, Sam whined even more eagerly. Rayne frigged him to a steady rhythm and loosened his tight chute then slowly pulled out his oily fingers and pressed his throbbing cock between the smooth, tanned, hairless bum-cheeks that lifted invitingly up towards him.

The boy's arsehole was snug and hot around his thrusting dick and he impaled Sam quickly on it, pinching and pulling on the writhing blond's erect, rosy nipples as he fucked the submissive young Feeder hard.

"Mmmhhhh... yeah! That's it, struggle for me sweetheart. That feels so good on my cock," he panted, licking Sam's neck and the shell of his pierced ear as he pumped the lad's wet, slippery channel faster and deeper. His hands caressed Sam's sweat and baby-oil slick skin, roaming over his thighs and hips, his heaving belly and perfect arse, as he fucked the breath out of the tightly bound youth. Sam's colon clenched in shuddering spasms around his sensitive penis and his hands glided up to the boy's bare chest where he nipped and tweaked the hard, baby-pink teats, making his mate buck and scream around the gag.

He did not relent. They had been doing this long enough now for him to know that Sam was extremely vocal when he was in harness. His basement play-cell was practically soundproofed, the gag was just for additional kink. It turned Sam on something bad to wear it.

When he could feel that the younger man was aroused almost beyond endurance, Rayne ran a steady hand through the boy's dirty-blond hair and tugged his head roughly to one side. Sam moaned eagerly, knowing what was coming. His rectum clenched like a fist around Rayne's dick, milking it hard, as the vampire sank extended fangs into his soft, warm, golden flesh and sucked greedily on the lush outpouring of hot, salty blood.

Rayne's slender body shuddered with the lust for his companion's life-essence and he pressed his cool, lean frame up tightly to the caparisoned blond, releasing his seed in urgent jets within that pulsing, sucking, jerking sheath of muscle. The boy was so hot and wet inside and Rayne kept his cock sheathed in that liquid heat as he feasted on the naked boy's blood.

Gradually the blood flow slowed as his saliva healed the bite and Rayne groaned with pleasure, easing his semi-hard sex out of the blond's gaping chute. A thick, viscous trickle of cum ran down Sam's thigh from his loosely-quivering sphincter and the vampire bent his head to lick it up seductively.

He unbuckled the cock harness then and took Sam's hot young prick in his mouth, suckling and blowing on it gently, feeling it harden gratefully on his tongue. It would not take long to bring the blond boy off like this. As his lips slid down the slick shaft to Sam's straining balls his young mate bucked his hips eagerly and emptied himself with a muffled howl of enthusiasm.

Rayne kept on sucking that hot, firm, velvety young prick until every last drop was drawn from Sam's lurching, hairless balls. Only then did he sit up and release the naked youth from the rest of his restraints.

Sam flexed his jaw as he pulled off the gag whilst Rayne bent over him, unbuckling the spreaders. The younger man pulled his mate's soft, cool, blood and cum-slick lips onto his, kissing him gratefully.

"Oh boy! I keep thinking that can't get any better and every time you do it to me, it is!" he panted. "You were a hungry fella today, weren't you?"

"You feel okay?" Rayne asked solicitously. He was still kissing the boy between pronouncements. Sam's mouth tasted of rubber and breath mints.

"A bit spacey. It'll pass," Sam assured him stoically.

Rayne leaned over and retrieved the large bar of dark chocolate he always brought with him when he tucked into a regular feeder. He knew that it was important to get glucose and sugars into a mate when he took so deeply and so quickly from them. A kingsize block of chocolate went some way towards redressing the balance. Sam munched on his offering contentedly and washed it down with a couple of litres of some lurid, blue sports drink and Rayne licked and kissed his sweating body whilst he enjoyed the pick-me-up. His head went down as Sam was sucking his sticky fingers and he took the blond's hot young cock in his mouth again.

"Oh man!" Sam whispered lazily. He flopped down on his back, stroking his fingers through Rayne's hair as the beautiful vampire nodded down on his rising erection, caressing it contentedly with his lips and tongue.

"Wanna go to bed?" the blond panted at last, when he could speak again. "More comfortable."

Rayne looked up at him and licked his lips with a mischievous smile. Sam unfolded and they both rose then the blond led him by the prick into his bedroom where they sank down gratefully on the unmade double bed, tangling around one another. Rayne urged his tongue into the younger man's hot mouth, running his hands over that sleek, sweat damp, toned-to-the-minute body. He could taste the artificial sweetness of the Lucozade, tempered by the rich, cocoa tartness of the chocolate on his lover's tongue now.

They had never fucked in Sam's bedroom before. Usually these trysts were short and rough, few words wasted between them. Rayne had been feeding from Sam and using his arse this way for a couple of years. His own strict regulations dictated at least a couple of months between liaisons but he knew that Sam would have willingly bene his blood-sub more often than that, if he asked. Now he kissed his slow way down the sculpted ridges of the boy's hot, smoothly-waxed body, running the tip of his tongue teasingly around Sam's sensitive nipples and enjoying the way that it made him catch his breath. His lips wandered to the boy's heaving belly and the tongue stud rimmed his navel, then he was burying his face in the sweaty hollows of the blond's hairless pelvis, nuzzling under the sharp wings of his slim hips. Turning his head he began kissing and licking the sexy lad's firm balls in their snug, silken sac. Sam's buttocks lifted involuntarily from the mattress and he groaned eagerly.

"Uuuhhh yeah! You're so good at that!"

Sam's dick was sticking up like a flagpole now and Rayne treated it to a slow, seductive tongue bath, then shifted around to kneel over the blond on the bed, stroking the head of his own cock on Sam's plump, pink, panting lips. Rayne's mouth opened around the boy's rosy, red glans and he went down all the way on Sam's thick, throbbing cock shaft until his nose was pressed between the blond's balls. Sam, meanwhile, was licking his dick clean very thoroughly, lapping and sucking the cum and flavoured lube from his shaft and balls and savouring the musky taste of his thoroughly-well douched arsehole on the vampire's long, curving, velvet-skinned cock.

"You've got a lovely big dick," he whispered as he took it in his mouth and they sucked one another languidly on the bed.

Rayne nuzzled the cooler silk of Sam's ball sac, letting the boy buck upward, his fat, leaking cock-head pulsing rhythmically in and out of the tighter ring of his pharynx. He was in heaven. Nothing felt better than sucking a delicious young dick and enjoying the feel of a hot, willing mouth around your own hard shaft at the same time. He ground down harder, slowly fucking Sam's throat, delighted to discover that his sexy young feeder had no discernible gag reflex. The lad must have been sucking cock since his schooldays. Either that, or he'd gone down every day of his life since walking out the gates! However he'd learned to do it, Sam was a fantastic cocksucker and Rayne took his time with the blond now, thrusting rhythmically into his mouth and throat as Sam's hot groin bucked against his face. Several times they edged one another up on the rumpled bed, then slowed it down again, not ready to come just yet. Sam laughed breathlessly around his hard, wet cock the third time it happened.




Underwear Ch. 09



"Oh fuck, man! This is just amazing sex!"

Rayne nodded agreement and took the blond in his mouth again. This time he pushed a probing finger up his mate's wet, well-fucked anus and felt Sam buck a little faster. His groans shivered pleasingly down Rayne's aching cock shaft into his nuts, which were tensing and releasing steadily in their pale, waxed sac. Sam sat up then and fumbled in a drawer by the bed for some lube. Rayne did not resist when the blond's wet finger pushed slowly up his fuck-chute.

Sam's mouth came back down onto his erection but with fingers teasing each other's sweet spots they were rushing back up too fast. Rayne came up off him, whispering an urgent order to stop. To his amazement, Sam did and for a moment they just kissed one another breathlessly. Then Sam moved astride him, facing him, and their lips met again kissing harder, cocks rubbing together between their bare bellies.

Rayne's fingers were moving slowly inside Sam again as they embraced and their tongues sparred restlessly. Then Sam knelt up, slicking the vampire's hard penis with his slippery hand and guiding the head to his warm, yielding entrance. Rayne came up on his elbows, watching as Sam writhed down on him and their lips met and melted together once more. That was all it took. Sam's body went into a spastic rhythm astride him as the come jetted, unchecked from his lurching cock. Rayne cried out in ecstasy as he answered the fast, violent emission by shooting his own seed hard up Sam's accommodating arsehole.

They collapsed together in a sweating, panting, cum-streaked heap of limbs. For a little while neither man could speak.

Then Sam gasped; "O-my-fuckin'-god! That was just the best fuck ever. I totally lo..."

Rayne kissed his sweet mouth before he could finish, chuckling a firm but tender denial. He bit Sam's lower lip gently. "Don't... don't say it. Yes, it was amazing, sweetheart."

"Can we do this again, soon? I mean..." Sam's dark brown eyes were wide and desperate. "Even if you can't bite me, we can still just fuck, yeah?"

"I have a boyfriend, Sam," Rayne whispered, almost apologetically. He was conceding that it would be pleasant to lose himself in Sam's tight, hot body more often though.

"I don't mind," the boy declared earnestly. "We can still be fuck-buds, yeah?"

Rayne looked up seriously at him. Sam was so young, and so eager. There was something comically shameless about it. He did not have the heart to hurt the lad's feelings, not after what they had just enjoyed.

"I'll think about it," he said diplomatically.

"You better think long an' hard!" Sam persisted, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I'm always long an' hard when I think about you, sweetheart," Rayne told him with a grin. "You're so gorgeous, angel. I'll ring you over the weekend, okay? My... my boyfriend likes cute little twinks, actually. Maybe he'd be up for a threesome. How's that sound?"

Sam's eyes glittered. "Yummy... if he's as hot as you, Ray!"

Rayne kissed his cheek and his neck, whispering in his ear; "Kev's a big ol' muscle stud, but he's got nine and half chubby inches and his own bondage gear!"

The reaction he got was almost Pavlovian. Sam stiffened up automatically for those magic words and Rayne spent a happy half hour sucking his hot young nuts dry once more.

He did not see Kevan that evening. His lover was working late on a job, he claimed. Sated from the earlier session with young Sam, Rayne did not mind too much. Tomorrow would be Thursday and he already had Tony's lovely black cock to look forward to. He'd taken some pictures of cute little Sam to show his lover though. The likelihood of Kev not wanting that threesome was absolute zilch!

Now he toyed with the mailbox number again. Would it look too desperate or too transparent if he rang them back tonight or just like youthful exuberance? And should he wait for Kevan to set back-up in place first? But if they didn't know when, they couldn't arrange the appropriate support, could they? He would just have to try and arrange matters so that he could give them adequate warning.

Rayne lay back on the bed and dialled the number, his pulse drumming anxiously in his breast. When the voicemail message kicked in he almost hung up, feeling slightly sick again. He held his nerve though.

"Hi, this is Daddy's Raindrop," he said in a light, husky tone when he heard the beep. "I met a guy the other day that told me... mmm... he told me about how you guys will, like, ummm... gangbang me if I wanted it. Ummm... I s'pose this means I want it. So what happens now? Does one of you ring me back? This is my number."

He left the mobile number and hung up feeling more than a little bit soiled.

He was tensed for the ringtone on his phone for the rest of the evening but nothing happened and eventually he slipped into a light doze on the sofa, curled up watching some tame movie feed on his laptop. He was actually dreaming when the phone chirruped a little after midnight; he had been walking in the dunes back home on St Mary's Bay and kept seeing the faces he had known in his childhood, though he himself was obstinately grown up. Snatching for the phone he knocked it onto the floor and had to grapple around for it first.

"Uh... hi," he murmured sleepily, cupping it to his ear at last. For some reason he had imagined it would be Kevan.

"Hello little raindrop," a breathless voice whispered, bringing him awake with an uncomfortable jolt. "Are you in bed, sweetcheeks?"

"Uhh... kind of. I'm just... surfing, y'know," he breathed back feeling a little short of air, which was ridiculous really since he didn't need it. "You got my message?"

"I did. So did quite a few of my friends," the man chuckled suggestively. "You're online, baby?"

"Uh-huh."

"Go to this website," the guy told him, giving him a URL, which he typed in rapidly with one shaking hand. It brought up a plain, anonymous looking homepage with some standard admin small type and asked him for a login and password.

When he related this back to the stranger on the phone he was given a sequence of letters, numbers and underscores to type in. As he tapped it on the keyboard he realised that they obscurely spelled out a couple of words.

801_S3X3R5

BOI-SEXERS

Warily he pressed the return key and the laptop opened up an equally nondescript menu page. The tabs were all access points labelled variously; TEEN; SPANKING; BONDAGE BOIZ; GANGFUCK; PRE-TEEN and rather disturbingly PRE-SCHOOL. Rayne closed his eyes for a moment. He felt ill again now.

"Are you in, sweetcheeks?" the man asked him hoarsely and he made an affirmative noise, not trusting his tongue.

"Click on the GANGFUCK tab and go to GALLERY," his instructor panted now. "Then take your pants off and have a nice slow stroke while you check out what we're gonna do to you, Raindrop."

Rayne bit down on his lips as he steered the cursor to the requisite tabs and the GALLERY link opened up a new window with thumbnail images of about twenty naked boys or youngish looking men. They were a variety of ages from 13 to 17 and had numbers under them, mostly ones and twos. One blond haired lad of 15 had the numbers one to seven.

Tentatively he moved his cursor over the numbers, which immediately highlighted as links. They were photo-sets then, he decided and clicked through them one by one. His breathing quickened as he calculated that each set was from a different sex session. The locations and the numbers of men involved were different from set to set. The boy had taken part in seven gangbangs, each of which his attackers had photographed in minuscule detail. The first was clearly a couple of years old at least.

"Mmm... you like that don't you? I can hear you getting all hot and bothered, Raindrop," the man on the phone whispered huskily. "Are you ready to get some of that action, sweetcheeks."

"Where do you do it?" Rayne asked him weakly.

"Lots of places, my chicken," the speaker answered obscurely. "If you're still hot for it, read the information page then click on CONTACT and upload your details and a photo. Don't use your real name or your address, chickie, just a nickname like Raindrop, and your mobile or an e-mail addy. A nudie pic always gets you more cock. You like cock, don't you sweetcheeks?"

"Umm... yeah," Rayne conceded quietly.

"Course you do, or you wouldn't be talkin' to me now," the stranger panted rhythmically. He was blatantly pumping his dick now and Rayne wanted to just hang up and go hide somewhere. "Are you naked, Raindrop?"

"Yeah," he lied in a faint voice.

"Mmm... so good! Stroke that hot little cock for me, chickie. How many times have you been fucked?"

Rayne swallowed bile. "Just three times," he muttered awkwardly. "The first bloke did me twice. He gave me this number."

"You must have been tasty," the guy laughed. It was a hoarse, dirty laugh, one that said more than words that he was wanking as they chatted. "Did he know he was getting your cherry, sweetcheeks?"

"Uh-huh... yeah." Rayne wanted to hang up but he figured that would just look weird and he couldn't risk it at this stage.

"How old are you, my love?" the man panted, jerking faster now.

"mmm... fourteen," Rayne told him, wishing a slow, vile death on the man even as he slumped back down on the sofa with the phone cupped to his ear.

"You still live at home with mum and dad?"

"No... I'm adopted. I live with a foster mum," he fabricated vaguely, deciding that a bit of a sob story might get rid of the bastard faster.

"Is she asleep, chicken?"

"Yeah."

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah..." Rayne hesitated over this reply.

"Mmmm... that's nice. D'you like to shove things into your tight little hole when you're stroking that sexy cock, Raindrop?" he panted. "I bet you like having something long and hard up that tight young tube, don't you?"

Rayne heard him grunting and huffing, then groaning with satisfaction as he jacked off to his own sordid fantasy. Feeling very, very sick he murmured; "I think she's awake. I can hear her moving about. I've got to go."

"Leave your details on the site, chicken. We'll do the rest," the man grunted and hung up abruptly.

"Jesus! Thank you!" Rayne dropped the phone and scrambled to the kitchen. He puked blood and bile into the waste disposal then ran the taps hard, splashing his face and chest, feeling too hot and too cold at the same time. Leaving the taps running he collapsed onto the floor and wrapped his bare arms around his head. His skull was pounding; fury and impotence combining to make the blood seethe in his brain. It took him a long, long time to calm down, by which point he was just sobbing quietly on the kitchen floor.

"I can't do this," he wept, feeling the anger rise once more. "Oh Christ! I can't do this again!"

The sun was dragging itself above the horizon by the time he crawled back to the lounge and turned off his laptop. The sleek little device felt soiled now. He wanted to smash and burn it, to just get it out of his sight, but he left it sitting on the coffee table by the sofa. No doubt Kev would want to examine it later.

Rayne hauled himself up the stairs and showered under searingly hot water for over half an hour. Then he towelled off and slumped on the bed, weak and sick and utterly exhausted but unable to sink into sleep. When he closed his eyes the memories were violent stains across the insides of his fluttering lids. Uncle Brian's low, sneering tone was in his ears again -- the voice he seemed to reserve especially for talking to his nephew. In company, Brian was always nice as pie, the perfect Gent. He was Mr. Smart-Casual epitomised, always neat and clean shaven, smelling good, his creases in the right places, white shirts immaculately pressed each morning by Aunt Iris or by Mum when her bitch of a sister had one of her migraines. A kiss on the cheek for his wife and his twin daughters, and even one for Skye before she ran out on them. A fond look for mum, but not too fond or Iris would go off on another one of her paranoid rants and finally, before he set off for the office, a warning look for Rayne.

Be good! Or else!

Or else, meant Brian's belt; six of the best across his bare arse and the backs of his legs for the slightest transgression.

And on Tuesdays, that look meant be home sharpish, because Tuesday was the day when Mum and Iris went out shopping then to the Bingo in the evening, up in town. His cousins, the insect twins, Ant and Nat went to an afterschool club and from there on to Brownies via a friend's house for tea. And Brian had the house to himself for a few hours, enough time to do whatever he liked to his young nephew on the marital bed upstairs in the front room.

Those Tuesday mornings were always chaos, the girls hunting for their Brownie uniforms, Mum and Iris trying to get ready for their shopping trip at the same time as getting everyone else up and dressed and ready for work and school. He felt like he could disappear on those busy mornings, just melting into the background, insignificant.

The afternoons were another matter. Rayne always wanted to drag his feet on the short walk back from school to his Aunt and Uncle's tidy semi on it's pretty, suburban cul-de-sac. He didn't because he knew that it would just get him a thrashing and that wouldn't save him from Brian's cock, in any case. Whether he got it slow enough not to hurt too much or fast and rough with his arse cheeks stinging like he'd swum with a shoal of jellyfish was up to him. Entirely his call!

Tuesday afternoons were always a memory of lazy sunlight outdoors, the curtains closed, the house creaking softly in the summer heat and the bedsprings creaking faster; more rhythmically. They were the distant, longed-for laughter of boys playing football in the park over the road and Brian's hot, rapid breath on his neck; the heat of that heavy, dark-furred body covering his slighter, smoother frame as he surged and thrust hard between Rayne's wide-spread legs.

He had learned to tune it out, to close his mind as his Uncle climbed onto the bed and pushed his M&S Y-fronts down to mid thigh. He could draw an invisible curtain across the memory of his uncle's red-tipped, rampant cock easing up out of those old-fashioned blue and white-piped underpants; his heavy balls swinging lazily in their loose, hairy sac. The sounds of Brian's laboured breathing as he slicked lube on his penis and fingered his nephew's tight arse roughly and the scents of fresh male sweat, briny pre-cum and the sharp, clinical stink of Vaseline; they were harder to wipe away.

Rayne could still smell the freshly laundered and pressed bed linen on his Aunt and Uncle's double bed to this day. He'd spent hours enough with his face pressed into the pillows as Brian took him fast and hard from behind. He knew every crack and shape and shadow of their bedroom ceiling intimately; the rise and fall of each distant aertex mountain on the surface of another, far off planet; every mote of dust on the art-deco light shade; every speck of fly shit on the clear Mazda bulb. One hundred and fifty watts, illuminating the deepest shadows, leaving nowhere to hide; glaring starkly off the rumpled ivory bath towel spread across the duvet under his back to save it from the indignity of tell-tale stains; glaring off his thin, bruised, milk-skinned, thirteen-year-old body, sprawled and splayed like an insect on a scientist's examining table. He felt that he was waiting; waiting for the pin to impale him and end his brief, tormented life.

Over and over he died on that creaking divan. Every memory got filed away for safekeeping in his head; locked up in separate compartments there, too dangerous to let them run free.

Rayne was still sobbing helplessly on his own familiar, comforting bed when the phone in the lounge began to bleat plaintively again, down in the lounge where he had abandoned it last night. His fingers itched with loathing. Rayne had no desire to ever touch the thing again.

But it might be Kevan, calling to see if he was all right, as he so often did when they spent a night apart. Quite what he thought might happen to his undead lover in the cocoon of his own, secure apartment, Rayne had never really understood.

He crawled off the bed, choking down his sobs for unnecessary breath and stumbled to the stairs. Halfway down, the cellphone predictably ceased its clarion call. Rayne debated going back to bed but knew the caller would only try again the minute he got settled. Especially if it was Kev.

He slouched down the remaining stairs and crossed the darkened lounge. There were no windows, not because he could not tolerate the light, it was just a design feature of a building that had once been a warehouse. Right now the only illumination came from the low-level back-lighting in his expensive, and barely used kitchen.

His phone display showed two missed calls, one with Tony's number attached, the other anonymous, serving as a reminder that he had just left his closely guarded privacy on a public mailbox for anyone with a password to access. He swore under his breath. And he had forgotten all about his tryst with Tony. There was no way he could face that, not today. He still felt soiled; unclean from the conversation last night.

He speed-dialled his voicemail box and Tony's warm, friendly scally tones temporarily mellowed him, making him feel less sordid with it's tender pleas to call him back ASAP. The other caller was predictably 'Daddy'; just a short message.

"Not got cold feet 'ave you, Raindrop? Get online, chicken. Tell us when and where. We'll do the rest. You know you want it."

He deleted the message then cursed again as he remembered it was evidence. The phone rang again and he almost dropped it but registered Tony's number and after a brief hesitation he picked it up.

"Hi, Tony... I'm so sorry..."

"Not blowin' me out, are you, princess?" the cheery voice on the other end of the line could not quite disguise the disappointment. "I've been really lookin' forward to seein' you again, Ray. You know I really fancy you, yeah?"

"I guess you must, you call me so much!" Rayne smiled weakly, running his free hand through his damp, tangled hair as he dropped onto the sofa, then pulling his knees up to his chest. "I had a really rough night, Tony. I'm not in the mood to go out."

"Can I come round then?" Tony persisted. "Aww... just for a bit. I just wanna see you, Ray. Even if all we do is have a quick kiss and a cuddle."

Rayne laughed softly at the thought of a chaste snuggle with Tony after some of the things the well-hung fire-fighter had done to him at Dave and Bern's the other night.

"You don't give up without a fight, do you?"

"Nope," Tony agreed more chirpily. "So how's about it then? Can I come over? I can be at yours in twenty minutes. Go on, be a devil!"

Rayne weighed the pros and cons. It was not like he was doing anything else. If Kev had been working all night he usually went straight back to his own place to get some sleep. There was no outstanding review work to be done. And having Tony hold him for a while would make him feel human again, even if it was for just an hour or so.

"Okay," he conceded only a little reluctantly, letting the last dark shadows loose their grip on him. "Just for a little while."

TO BE CONTINUED...

UNDERWEAR © SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2010

END OF CHAPTER NINE