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Vampires and Lovers Ch. 01

By: Pelaam



Chapter 1: The Beginning

Pelaam, August 2007.

Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening job in the bar and tomorrow was the start of the weekend patrons and the bigger tips. He didn't get paid if he didn't work and the tips were as important as the hourly wage. He sighed miserably. He'd thought he could trust Cathy. Although they'd never progressed to lovers he thought she'd cared for him. He gave a short bitter bark of a laugh that threatened to become a sob. She'd only cared for the free accommodation and getting her hands on his credit cards without his knowledge. Now she was gone and all the debts were his and his alone. //Will I ever know happiness? Will I ever know love?// The young man began to trudge again, silent tears mixed with the rain to fall unchecked down too pale cheeks. At that moment all Wyl wanted was to find himself warm, dry and with someone who genuinely cared for him. Was that really so much to ask of life?

He lifted his head to glance forward. His building was the last large house in a row at a junction of two busy roads. Sure enough, the same silent blond sentinel stood on the diagonal opposite corner from the house that included Wyl's tiny apartment. The man seemed unaffected by the cold wind or the rain. Wyl briefly considered that he should worry that the man had taken his post there and seemed to do so at just the right time to see Wyl arrive home. However the man had never attempted to cross the road or accost Wyl and the young man had never seen him during the day. The reason Wyl didn't worry was he somehow took comfort from the tall, broad figure. As irrational as it sounded, he was reassured by the silent presence. It made him feel as though someone cared enough to see he got home safely. Wyl always checked from his window when safe inside his room, but by then his watcher had always vanished. Wyl had harboured notions of coming home a different way to try and pass the man and see him up close, but then he'd become sick with this unrelenting infection and such ideas had been quickly abandoned.

Reaching his building, he struggled with frozen fingers to get the key in the lock. He bit back a sob of frustration as the small piece of metal seemed determined to resist any attempt to be inserted to unlock the door.

"Let me." A soft, warm voice whispered in his ear and a strong arm wrapped around Wyl's slender waist. Wyl briefly considered resistance, but his treacherous body had other ideas. He leant heavily against his benefactor as he was helped into the lobby. Wyl thought he must have fainted as, when he raised his aching head, he was already in his tiny room and settled on the battered settee. Noises from the cooking portion of his accommodation indicated the whereabouts of the stranger.

"Drink." The single word, authoritatively spoken, brokered no refusal. Wyl gratefully accepted the steaming mug and sipped at the tea. "You have almost no food. You are ill and are out without a proper coat. What are you thinking of still going to work and so poorly dressed in weather like this?"

The tone of censure from someone who'd shown him such kindness was suddenly too much for Wyl's fragile psyche to deal with. 

"I've no food because my day job only pays enough to cover rent, utilities and the debts I owe due to a so-called friend maxing out every card I possessed. My bar job pays for me to eat and I don't get paid till Sunday and I ran out of money because of an emergency. I can't afford a better coat right now, this is all I have." Hot tears began to fall and Wyl felt the mug be removed from his shaking hands. He was drawn into a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry, little one." 

This time the voice was comforting and Wyl found himself sobbing against the strong shoulder, instinctively seeking the bigger male's warmth and succour. Powerful arms wrapped protectively around him and Wyl let himself be gently rocked. For the first time since his early childhood Wyl felt safe and loved. He whimpered a protest as he felt the man move and then lips brushed gossamer-light across his temple. 

"Let me care for you, angel," came the softly whispered request and Wyl found welcome darkness descending.

****

Wyl awoke the next morning feeling a little better. He had been stripped of his wet clothes and redressed in warm sleep pants and top. Although alone, he had a half-memory of being held in strong arms in the night. But apart from the blond hair and an impression of blue grey eyes, he couldn't picture the face of the man who'd helped him the previous evening. He slipped from his bed and stared at his settee. There was another partial memory of being comforted and held. He frowned at a slip of paper he could see on his old table. He picked it up and tears prickled at his eyes. It was a $20 bill with a note attached. 

'Buy food. Check fridge.'

Wyl opened his small fridge. His eyes widened. There were containers there now that hadn't been there previously. One contained soup, another a meat sauce and a third held cooked pasta. Wyl was stunned at the kindness of the man who'd tended him. He wondered briefly how he'd been able to produce the food, but decided it wasn't worth worrying about.

His step a little lighter he moved into his miniscule bathroom and stared long and hard at his reflection. //Just where had Wylem Taylor gone?// he wondered. His dark unruly curls hung to his shoulders but were lank rather than healthy shiny tresses. His expressive brown eyes held a bone-deep weariness and dark shadows were clearly visible. His normally dark honey-tinted skin looked sallow and dull and whereas he'd always been slender, now he looked gaunt. He blinked a couple of times, but the apparition didn't improve or disappear. Wyl sighed. Had he really allowed himself to deteriorate so badly? He reached for his soap to get ready for his office job, his cold seemed a little better and Wyl hoped he was now over the worse. Tonight and tomorrow were best for tips and he could really do with the extra money and on Sunday he could stay in bed all day. He ignored a soft voice in his head telling him to remain home and prepared himself for the long day ahead.

****

Harsh hacking coughs made Wyl stop and struggle for breath. The bar had been very busy and smokier than usual -- or it had felt so to the ill young man. Wyl's initial feeling of being somewhat better that morning had deteriorated badly as the day had worn on. He'd been sent home a couple of hours early with promises that the tips would still be shared evenly. As Wyl started to move again a large arm wrapped around his waist and a dirty hand clamped tightly over his mouth. Wyl was lifted bodily and dragged back into the dark alley he had just passed. He screamed behind the calloused paw, but realised with mounting hysteria that with his throat as bad as it had been, his voice was barely above a whisper. A hand delved into his pockets and a snort of disgust was heard at the lack of money. Wyl didn't get paid till tomorrow and he had used the $20 bill for groceries before setting out to the bar. Wyl found himself spun round and pushed hard against unforgiving brick to stare with fear at the huge derelict before him.

"No money, boy?" a thick gravelly voice asked. The stench from the man's mouth almost made Wyl retch, but he shook his head and whispered:

"No."

"Just havta have a little fun with ya then." The man-mountain grinned showing a maw of broken, blackened teeth and the big body pressed closer allowing Wyl to feel hard evidence of the form that 'fun' would take.

"No, please," Wyl begged, but cruel laughter was the only response. He tried to fend off his would-be rapist, but his blows were weak and ineffectual. He was slapped hard, leaving his head ringing from the blow and he felt his jacket and shirt ripped apart. He was pushed to the floor and the huge male straddled his body, calloused thumbs rubbing over small brown nipples before moving lower. Wyl sobbed his denial, trying to push back the hands that tore open his pants to grasp with cold roughness at his fragile flesh. He screamed for help, but his voice was almost non-existent and he knew nothing could stop this behemoth taking what he wanted.

A howl and a feral snarl echoed in the alley as Wyl imagined he saw twin pairs of angry red eyes in the darkness. He sobbed uncontrollably as his body was violated. His attacker yanking at Wyl's torn pants, trying to reach the treasure hidden inside but suddenly the unwanted weight vanished and he was pulled into a warm, protective embrace. Wyl heard the sounds of a large vicious dog and screams of terror before a soft voice began to croon in his ear, banishing all other sounds. He felt himself lifted and cradled tightly to a powerful chest and he wrapped his arms tight around the source of comfort. He felt movement and buried his face into his saviour's body allowing himself to drift into unconsciousness.

****

Wyl had never felt so cold in his life. The only time he felt warm was when a large, hard body wrapped tightly around him. He whimpered piteously whenever the body moved away from him, settling only on its return.

He was certain his body was on fire and he thrashed to throw off the oppressive bedding, moaning in frustration as his hands were again and again tucked securely inside the covers, relaxing only as a large hand stroked his fevered brow. He drifted into unconsciousness again, days passing unnoticed by Wyl, the young man as much unaware of the passage of time as of the concern of those tending to him.

The young man blinked as he became aware of his surroundings. The bedroom was probably as big as his entire tiny apartment. It was opulently furnished with impeccable taste. Nothing was ostentatious, but the wealth was clearly apparent. Wyl was stunned to think he would be in such a room.

"I'm glad to see you finally awake." A deep growl of a voice had Wyl turning from huge draped windows to the opposite side of the room. His eyes opened wide.

The man in the doorway was several inches over six feet tall and powerfully built. Black leather trousers and a plain white t-shirt displayed his raw masculinity to perfection. Straight raven-black hair reached past his shoulders. His eyes were an indefinable shifting of brown and blue and they seemed to gaze at him with a mix of amusement and affection.

"I'm Gabriel," the man said as he strode to Wyl's bedside. He placed a large hand at the young man's brow and gave a satisfied nod.

Wyl knew instinctively this was not the hand that had soothed him, yet he felt safe with this man he had only just met.

"My mate will bring you something to drink. It has been hard to even keep fluids in you these past few days, but the worst is behind us now. You will be very weak until we rebuild your strength."

Wyl blinked his understanding, irrationally certain he was understood. Gabriel smiled at him, displaying strong white teeth. Wyl mused on the word 'mate'. Somehow that word seemed appropriate coming from the big male.

"My mate," the deep voice resonated pride and Wyl looked past him and gasped quietly.

This time it was a young blond male that stood in the doorway. Wyl was certain he was taller than the newcomer and he stood at just five feet ten inches. He and Gabriel were a pair of opposites: blond to dark, fair to bronzed, slender to broad, petit to tall and yet as they stood together Wyl could see the love that blazed between them. Wyl gazed into eyes that sparkled like the blue of a clear summer sky.

"I'm David." A soft melodious voice floated to Wyl's ears. He watched mesmerised as Gabriel bent to nuzzle at the soft golden silk of David's hair before the men openly kissed. Wyl wondered why he wasn't repulsed. Men shouldn't ...they mustn't... yet these looked so right together. Wyl decided it was too much for him to understand.

The two men worked effortlessly in tandem to raise Wyl and help him drink what was a well-blended homemade soup. It was delicious and Wyl found he was able to finish the whole mug to matching smiles of satisfaction from his unlikely nurses. As the mug was removed, David's hand caressed Wyl's brow and again he knew this was not the hand he remembered. 

"It was Vincent that calmed you during your fever," David supplied as though reading Wyl's thoughts.

"Vin...cent," Wyl repeated and was aghast at how hard it was to speak one single word. He was shocked at the croaking, rasping sound.

"Vincent and Seamus had to go out," Gabriel added. "He'll be sorry he wasn't here the first time you awoke properly."

Wyl frowned as he gazed at the huge bed in which he lay. He had other fragmented memories.

"You slept best when Vincent slept with you. You've been here nearly a week. We had to bring out a physician who gave us very strong antibiotics. You were so ill we thought we might lose you."

The concern in David's voice was too much for Wyl to cope with. Large tears began to spill and he was gathered into the smaller man's embrace. Deceptively strong arms encircled Wyl's too-thin frame.

"Shh, shh, little one," David soothed. "You're getting better now."

Wyl could feel love flow from the small blond and he sobbed quietly releasing his pent up emotions. 

"It's alright, little one. We're here now and you won't ever be alone again," David promised as he rubbed the thin back. He carefully lowered the young brunette, pleased to see the tears had stopped. He stroked Wyl's brow, humming softly, until the other man had slipped back into sleep.

****

When Wyl next awoke he could see there was light behind the deep blue drapes and he realised he wasn't in bed alone. He turned to gaze, strangely unafraid, at the man who shared his bed. He took in the neatly cut sandy-blond hair and the almost chiselled face with a strong jaw. Even with part of his body covered by the thin sheet, the power was evident. Dark gold hair dusted across the broad chest and two thick, pink-brown nipples peeked through the fur. As his eyes travelled back up, Wyl found himself staring into blue grey eyes.

"You called for me in your sleep or else I would have thought you well enough to sleep alone now." The voice was pitched a little deeper than David's, soft, but with an authoritative ring of confidence.

"Vincent," Wyl said, pleased his voice seemed a little stronger. A warm feeling flooded his body as the big blond smiled.

"Yes," he confirmed. 

His hand reached to caress Wyl's brow and the young man closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. Wyl felt the hand withdraw and gazed at the man who had slipped from the bed. His eyes roamed over the toned, muscular physique, the only barrier to Vincent's nudity were a pair of tight-fitting black boxers.

"I'll arrange some breakfast for you," Vincent said and strode from the room. Wyl's eyes saddened as he watched the man leave. He couldn't understand his reaction. He didn't want to share his bed with another man -- did he? It was wrong. Confused as well as saddened, Wyl slid deeper beneath the covers.

David entered with a tray and a smile, but at the small sad form huddled alone in the huge bed, the bright smile turned melancholy. He wished Vincent had brought the tray but his irritation at the bigger man's behaviour had to be pushed aside in favour of caring for the young man before him. He placed the tray on the bedside locker and sat, gently caressing the mahogany curls. He hummed quietly until sorrowful chocolate orbs locked with his own concerned turquoise ones.

"Why so sad, little one?" he asked gently. "None of us would seek to hurt you, we love you."

"You can't love me," Wyl said, his voice dull. "You're a man."

"Men love, little one," David persisted, trying to reassure Wyl as one would a small child.

"Not other men," Wyl clarified. "That's wrong."

"It's never wrong to love," David admonished gently. "Hatred is wrong, bigotry and cruelty are wrong, intolerance is wrong." He made sure Wyl was looking at him. "Do you think I am wrong to love Gabriel?"

"No," Wyl said slowly. He was still surprised that that didn't seem wrong to him.

"Neither is it wrong for me to love you. Nor you to love me...or Vincent," David's eyes were fixed on Wyl trying to gauge the younger man's reaction. "You do feel something for him. Don't you?"

"Yes," Wyl whispered, "But I don't know what it is." Wyl's voice was that of a frightened child and it made David feel even more protective.

"Do not be afraid to love, Wyl," he said. "Now I want you to eat," he added briskly.

"Will Vincent come and visit me?" Wyl asked in a tiny voice.

"Would you like him to?" David asked. At the small nod, he smiled. "Then I shall make sure that he does, but only if you finish your breakfast. Deal?"

"Deal," Wyl gave a hesitant smile.

True to his word, after the breakfast things were cleared away, Vincent came back into Wyl's room. The older man sat at Wyl's side and explained that he and Gabriel had been nearby when Wyl was attacked and had brought the young man to their shared apartment. Wyl's health had then taken a serious turn for the worse. His body had been ravaged by fever and they had all been afraid for him.

"I have been back to your tiny apartment," Vincent concluded. "All your personal belongings are here and I compensated your landlord for your unexpected departure."

"I'll have lost my last week's wages from the bar and my tips by now," Wyl groaned.

"You won't need them," Vincent said decisively.

"But I do," Wyl replied. "My debts..."

"Have all been cleared, including your overdraft. You no longer owe anyone anything," Vincent said. "I paid them all."

"But...but how do I repay you?" asked Wyl.

"By taking care of yourself, angel," Vincent replied softly. "By getting fit and well."

"But..." Wyl began. It couldn't be that simple. "My jobs..."

"They have both been informed that due to ill-health you will not be returning. You can write to confirm this when you feel more able. Now, no more discussions, you need to rest," Vincent commanded. "Lie down."

Wyl found himself obeying instantly. He gazed up trustingly into Vincent's warm blue eyes. His hand seemed to reach of its on volition to caress the strong cheek. 

"You look sad, Vincent," Wyl murmured, his eyes getting heavy. "I don't want you to be sad,"

"Don't worry about me, angel." Vincent replied as he stroked Wyl's brow. "Sleep now."

As Wyl drifted away, he was certain he felt lips brush his temple.

****

Seamus' green eyes flashed angrily at the other big blond. He and Vincent were almost identical in build, but his blond hair was the darkest of the three and like a shaggy mane. He was also the senior of their group and currently annoyed at the other man. 

"This solves nothing, Vincent," he snapped. He watched the other blond begin to pace anew, aware that they were in turn watched silently by David and Gabriel.

"He thinks love between men is wrong. We all heard him in his fever, begging his step-father not to touch him. How can I possibly woo and win him?"

"He doesn't see my relationship with Gabriel as wrong," David supplied. "And he does feel something for you; he just doesn't recognise what it is as yet."

"He's your destiny, Vincent," Seamus added. "The one you've searched for: the other half of your soul."

"I want him so much I ache," Vincent groaned. "My blood sings when I go near him."

"You need to feed, my brother," Seamus said more kindly. "You have barely fed since he came here."

"My body cries for his blood: the blood of my Own. How do I tell such a beautiful, broken boy that I love him and want him at my side for eternity? How do I tell him I am what he would understand as a vampire?"


Vampires and Lovers Ch. 01



"The same way in which others have done for centuries past," Seamus replied. "His body knows and responds to your touch. Despite his nightmares he didn't fight you, he settled for you and with you. His soul does reach for you, Vincent and we will all help in whatever way we can."

Vincent strode to the older man and hugged him tightly. Wordlessly the two men were joined by David and Gabriel and all held tightly to each other giving and receiving silent assurances.

"We so swear it, Vincent," Gabriel growled.

Quietly, Gabriel and David slipped away. Gabriel led the way into their bedroom and pulled the small blond into a tight embrace.

"I want you," he said huskily.

"You may have me," David murmured in reply.

Gabriel wasted no time in efficiently stripping them both and gazed hungrily at the pale, slender form of his naked mate. He watched the younger man move to lie on their bed meeting Gabriel's heated gaze with a smouldering one of his own. Gabriel reacted by growling low and deep and leapt from where he stood. The movement carried him so he landed on all fours astride his tiny lover, teeth bared at an unprotected throat.

"Take me," David said unflinchingly.

Gabriel's teeth and tongue nipped and licked from the pale collarbone to two perfect pink nipples surrounded by darker rose areolae. As Gabriel suckled and nipped at one, his fingers teased and tweaked the other. He alternated his oral attentions on one then the other till they were equally hard, red and throbbing and his smaller mate writhed and keened continually. With a swift movement, Gabriel engulfed his mate's straining shaft, burying his nose in musk scented blond curls. He sucked voraciously, large hands pinning down slender hips. He released the slender rod to suck at the hairless sac heavy with its unspent need. At David's whimper he took his lover back into his mouth and began to swallow around the throbbing shaft. A muted wail accompanied his lover's essence flowing into his rapacious maw. Gabriel continued to suck until certain he had drunk every drop of his mate's precious essence. He lifted his head to smile at the small satiated blond.

Moving to drape the spent body over his powerful chest, Gabriel cradled David's head to his throat.

"Feed from me," he commanded.

David bared his own teeth and his small canines extended and sharpened. With a soft sigh of contentment he pierced Gabriel's throat and sucked gently, relishing the potent life-force, tasting strength, nobility and, underneath, the essential man that he adored unreservedly. He felt Gabriel move and then one of his big mate's hands stretched across his buttocks. Without breaking away from Gabriel's throat, David moved to straddle the large form, opening himself to his lover's attentions. A growl of approval met his actions. He moaned as one large hand spread him further and a digit teased at his hidden opening. He groaned as it slid inside him, caressing the silken walls of his tiny channel. 

Gabriel could hear an almost sub vocal purr from his beloved as his finger began to stroke inside molten heat. He inserted a second finger, scissoring, encouraging his mate to dilate. His lover's body was producing the needed lubrication for mating, its sweet scent arousing the powerful lycan even more. The big male knew that if he accidentally hurt David he would heal rapidly, but would never purposely injure his younger lover. Especially when there was time and opportunity to prepare his tiny mate to accept the long, thick flesh that throbbed its desire. He slid in a third and began to ruthlessly exploit his intimate knowledge of David's body. His fingers rubbed the smaller man's hidden jewel until David was forced to relinquish his hold at Gabriel's throat. He licked closed the tiny puncture wounds and threw back his head as he shamelessly rode the fingers thrusting greedily inside him. Gabriel's grin was feral as he felt David's resurgent erection rub against his thickly furred groin. The twin lengths, as much of a contrast as their owners, began to rub against each other, pre-come slicking their erotic dance as David ground against Gabriel's questing digits.

"You, my love," he husked. "You inside me, claim me as yours."

David was flipped immediately; one leg draped over Gabriel's shoulder to open him as the bigger man lined up his erection against the glistening portal. Slowly he sheathed himself in searing heat. David's channel rippled and grasped at the large, thick shaft and he panted as his body shifted to accommodate the welcome invader. He smiled reassuringly at Gabriel as the big male waited for him to indicate he was ready. He hitched his hips and at the tiny movement was rewarded by slow deep thrusts that effortlessly stimulated his hidden jewel. David moaned wantonly and surrendered his body to his dominant mate.

"Take me," he moaned. He relished the feeling of fullness as Gabriel began to move within him. The bigger male's sex effortlessly dragged over his sweet spot repeatedly with every movement and the delicious friction sent dulcet bolts of pleasure throughout the smaller man. His own resurgent flesh was trapped between their bodies and David could feel the heat deep within his groin become a raging flame. He thrust upwards to meet his mate's movements, impaling himself further on the long, thick rod. He began to pant shallowly as his climax built. He stroked his lover's powerful biceps and pinched at his nipples to growls of appreciation for the loving attention.

Gabriel slid a large paw to pump at the blond's shaft urging him inexorably to a second orgasm. He nipped at the pale shoulders as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, driving deeper to incoherent cries of pleasure. His mate began to thrash wildly, blond tresses flying as David submitted in a haze of sexual ecstasy to his alpha mate's desires. Gabriel moved to drape both of David's legs over his shoulders allowing him to impale himself that bit deeper into the beloved body. The large dark male bit hard at David's neck, not enough to penetrate, but enough to leave a mark of passion and possession.

David's luscious, kiss-swollen lips opened in a silent scream as Gabriel buried his shaft in the smaller man's willing body. There was an insistent pressure against his prostrate and then both men's control shattered. David moaned wantonly as his seed flowed between their bodies. As his channel contracted around his mate's sex, he heard Gabriel's muffled howl of completion. Strong hips pistoned into him with a furious intensity and then pulse after pulse of wet heat poured into him leaving David feeling voluptuously filled. Gabriel's hips slowed to a languid pace although his organ, still surrounded by velvet heat, had nothing left to give.

As Gabriel recovered his senses, he gazed with adoration at his beautiful lover. He saw the inclination of David's head.

"Take me," came the soft whisper as David offered himself submissively. 

A low growl vibrated against his throat and then Gabriel bit down. David gasped and writhed as Gabriel, not content to simply feed, began an erotic assault on David's still highly sensitised body. Large hands caressed and possessed, roaming imperiously over the small naked form. Slowly Gabriel released his teeth from David's throat to slide down the lithe form and to press David's legs wide apart. He relished the sight of the sprawled sated blond body. The next vibration David experienced was a deep purr at his tiny entrance. Then he wailed an unrestrained cry of gratification as a long, thick tongue slid sinuously inside him. 

David had felt the changes in his mate's body as the big male had moved between his outspread thighs. The body that now held him open and helpless to their sexual attentions was even more powerful and he gripped tightly to thick dark fur. David screamed as his sweet spot was assailed by the slick agile muscle that caressed him in ways neither finger nor penis could. It stroked and curled, flicked and rubbed until David was delirious with pleasure and his shaft re-hardened. A third orgasm wracked his slender form and as his body writhed uncontrollably, he felt his lover's second release pulse against his thigh. The completion of the beautiful blond male triggered the orgasm of the more primal beast that knelt between his legs. David petted languorously at Gabriel's shaggy mane of fur as the big male began to resume his human form. 

The enforced transformation to lycanthrope by a full moon, in part at least, another layer of fiction that those like Gabriel could hide behind. Gabriel moved to straddle the satiated blond, his smile a mix of smug and feral.

"I love you," he said softly, the tone a complete contrast to the ferocity of their recent mating. He allowed himself to be pulled into a long, sweet kiss.

"And I love you. That was rather unexpected," David smiled.

"I needed you. I have missed the sweetness of your body these last days."

David frowned as he realised that since Wyl's arrival in their home, he and Gabriel hadn't found the time for their usual lovemaking. The young man's presence had indeed affected all their lives.

****

With Seamus' help, Vincent did apparently try and woo the dark beauty. But to Vincent's eyes, the young man seemed only comfortable with a surface level of contact, shying away from closer intimacy. Vincent was certain Wyl might have been accepting of the relationship between David and Gabriel, but wanted no such relationship with him.

Seamus, David and Gabriel watched the two men with concerned eyes. Wyl's shyness seemed such a small problem to them and yet one that Vincent seemed determined to blow out of all proportion. David was vehement in his assertions that when Vincent wasn't looking, Wyl would gaze longingly at him. They were all certain they were missing something vital that would hold the answer to deepening the embryonic relationship. Seamus, however, feared that Vincent had already made up his mind that Wyl would refuse him and in turn that was making him tense around the young man. It was all adding to a simmering pot of emotions that was inexorably coming to the boil.

Seamus' fears seemed eerily prophetic. 

The three men were sitting quietly, keeping a subtle distance between themselves and the star crossed lovers, as they continued to tread carefully and not interfere with the couple. For that reason none of them heard Wyl's words but all reacted to Vincent's response that seemed completely disproportionate. The big blond's bellow of rage caught them all by surprise. Their attention then focused on Wyl as the angelic face drained completely of colour and it was only Gabriel's preternatural speed that ensured he caught the slender form, saving Wyl from hurt as he fainted.

Vincent looked shamefaced as twin growls emanated from the other blonds that he regarded as closer than brothers. His eyes followed Gabriel as the big dark male strode from the room, a limp Wyl cradled to his chest.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"We are not the ones in need of your apologies, Vincent," Seamus snapped. "The boy has feelings for you, all three of us can see it, yet apparently you cannot. You snap and snarl at him -- undeservingly. Are you trying to drive him away from us, from you?" 

"I can never have him the way in which I desire. He still says it is wrong..."

"I have not heard him say that in two days, Vincent," David's own anger causing the small blond to cut the older man's speech short. "Are you truly listening to what he says? Or is it that your mind is so made up you cannot hear anything but what you expect and not what is actually being spoken?"

"Come out with David and me for a while, Vincent," Seamus said more softly. "Let the air clear your head and then make your apologies to the one who truly deserves it."

Vincent nodded his head dejectedly and David ran to check on Wyl and pass on what was happening to his mate. The petit blond nodded his approval as he saw Gabriel sitting on the bed, a still unconscious Wyl cradled protectively.

"Make him see sense," Gabriel snarled as David explained. He stroked at Wyl's curls. "If the boy didn't feel something for Vincent he wouldn't stay and he wouldn't react like this."

"Reassure him when he awakes that Vincent didn't mean to be angry," David said kissing Gabriel's warm lips and dropping an affectionate kiss to Wyl's brow.

****

Wyl awoke and knew it wasn't Vincent's strong embrace in which he lay.

"He hates me, Gabriel," he whispered sadly.

Gabriel was surprised the boy had known it was he that held him even before opening the chocolate orbs that radiated a soul-deep sorrow.

"He does not, Wyl. Of that I can assure you, far from it."

Wyl's head moved in a slow shake, but Gabriel only heard the next words with his unconscious mind. He could feel the presence of other vampires: rogues. They were trying to enter the penthouse apartment through the windows of the main room. Although specially toughened to resist vampire or lycanthrope attack, the defences were not impermeable to either a determined or prolonged attack. Already Gabriel could hear the glass begin to crack and he knew it would soon shatter. Gabriel began to transform ignoring the gasp of shock from the human in his care.

Wyl stared at the hands that became large, deadly claws, at the face that took on wolfish physiognomy to reveal a rapacious maw of long, sharp fangs. Long dark fur covered the large body, clothes ripping apart as muscles and body shape flexed and grew. He blinked at the man-beast before him as Gabriel moved away from the bed. Gabriel's eyes seemed to be the only unchanged thing about him and they regarded Wyl steadily. 

"Danger," he snarled. "Stay." At the command he turned to take on any invaders and protect his human ward. It was unusual for rogues to attack in this manner, but Gabriel cared only that he keep Wyl safe until his mate and his family returned. He could feel his link with David and knew they would be speeding back. The sound of shattering glass stopped further thoughts as Gabriel caught the inhuman streak and wrestled it to the ground. The pair were evenly matched: lycanthrope and vampire, both physically strong and using flashing teeth and gouging claws. However, Gabriel was quickly at a disadvantage as a second rogue wrapped their arms around him, biting at the lycan's throat in an effort to drain him of blood and strength.

Wyl crept from his bedroom and saw the second attack and knew he had to help. He saw that one of the room's pewter lamps was nearby and unplugged. He slipped silently to it and lifted it by the shade to wield as he had cricket bats in his youth. Wyl moved into position and swung with all his strength. The beast at which he aimed heard his exhaled breath and turned just as the pewter base connected. Its face disintegrated under the blow and it fell away from Gabriel with a gurgling, animalistic shriek. But before Wyl could gather his wits and reuse his weapon, the first rogue threw Gabriel off and lashed out at the young man. With a pained gasp Wyl fell back to land heavily staring with a morbid fascination at the four deep claw marks across his abdomen. Instinctively he threw up his arm to protect himself as teeth followed claw and sharp fangs raised bloodied gouges down Wyl's forearm. 

Before the creature could press its advantage further, Wyl felt, rather than saw, a blond streak take the creature down pushing it away from the defenceless young man. Another streak tackled the creature Wyl had struck, its disfigured face not stopping its murderous intent.

"Protect the boy," Wyl heard the roared command from Gabriel as the lycan recovered to assist his mate.

Wyl gave a terrified cry before realising it was Vincent's arms that held him and he buried his face in the broad chest. He was carried from the room with inhuman speed and dropped onto the bed he'd recently vacated. He looked up unafraid as Vincent loomed over him. Wyl remained motionless as his damaged clothing was shredded away by precise use of sharp claws. A hiss of anger escaped the vampire as the deep cuts were fully revealed. Then his nostrils flared. He grasped Wyl's hurt arm and scented it growling.

The other marks to his Own's body had been caused by claws and the scent of Wyl's blood had the vampire in a near frenzy of anger and blood-lust. Then he scented another on his Own. A primal scream issued from Vincent's throat. None could taste what was his. Wyl's head fell back to the pillows as the blond took the wounded limb and raised it to his mouth. As Vincent began to lave the marks to his arm, Wyl moaned softly. A comforting warmth began to replace the burning pain and the throbbing ebbed away. He focused on Vincent's tongue as it danced lightly over the injuries, content to let the big male do whatever he wanted. Vincent purred his pleasure. His Own's blood was warm and sweet with a unique nuance of Wyl's own individual essence. Vincent's initial cleansing became a more insisting suckling as blood-lust replaced fury.

"VINCENT! NO!" The roar from Seamus brought Vincent back into the present and cleared the haze of pleasure from his mind. Vincent stared aghast at what he'd done. Wyl lay half naked and unconscious; he had the boy's blood in his mouth and he became instantly aware of the hard flesh at his groin.

"Another's scent was on him." Vincent turned anguished eyes to Seamus. "I acted without thought."

"Let me tend to him," Seamus said softly.

As Vincent made to move, Wyl shifted restlessly calling him back.

"Why doesn't he call for me like this when awake and aware?" Vincent asked. "He seems barely able to meet my eyes when fully conscious of what's going on, yet like this cannot bear to be parted from my side."

"Give him time, Vincent. You have to now. You have tasted his blood. If you fail to bond with him you will fade."

"Perhaps that would be for the best," the big blond sighed.

"Do not speak foolishly. The boy never ran from us despite his past. He didn't run when Gabriel was attacked. He was the one to use the lamp as a weapon. We are missing something, my brother." Seamus gripped Vincent's shoulder in a gesture of reassurance and solidarity. "Something nags at me that I cannot yet resolve." Seamus resumed his attentions on the injured young human as Vincent crooned softly whenever Wyl whimpered in pain. Seamus stroked at soft, blemish free skin. With the healing skills at his disposal, the injuries to Wyl would leave no trace. "He is so very beautiful, my brother," he smiled at Vincent. "You and he will make a most magnificent couple."

"Are you so confident?" Vincent asked wonderingly.

"I am," Seamus replied decisively. "As you must be."

Vincent watched as the other man finished tending to Wyl and then left them alone. The young man still called for him, his voice almost sub vocal. Stripping rapidly, Vincent crawled under the sheets to wrap his larger frame protectively around his injured would-be mate. Elation warred with despondency as the lithe form pressed hard up against him accepting his closeness in sleep that seemed denied the older man in wakefulness.

Seamus returned to the living room to see David putting the final touches to dressings on his lycan husband. The dust from the bodies of the vanquished rogues already cleansed from their home.

"How is the boy?" Gabriel asked caressing David's hair as much as gesture of reassurance for his worried mate as comfort for himself. "He was exceptionally brave. The second rogue was weakening me effectively."

"He is sleeping," Seamus sighed. "But Vincent has tasted his blood."

David's head whipped around at such speed that in other circumstances Seamus would have found amusing, but there was no humour in this situation.

"Before there has been a bonding with Wyl?" David gasped. "But if Wyl were to refuse..."




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 01



"Then Vincent fades. He now needs Wyl's blood to survive. The rogue that attacked the boy defiled him with his teeth and his saliva was scented by Vincent and following the rush of attack and his fear for the boy...his control was lost."

"I know Wyl loves him," David said vehemently. "I know it like I know of Gabriel's love for me." The blond cast an anxious glance at his lover.

Gabriel's eyes were lightly glazed, indicating the powerful body was focusing inward encouraging rapid healing.

"Go ready your bed, little one," Seamus smiled tiredly. "We will let sleeping wolves lie and ponder what we are missing in this complex equation. Vincent and Wyl will make a magnificent pairing; their strength and bravery are already in no doubt."

****

Wyl remained in his healing trance for almost a full twenty-four hours, the gouges on his abdomen and arm healing to leave just deep scratches. Consequently, Seamus and David were unable to make any further progress on the enigma of Wyl. As the young man was recovering, a distress call was received from another familial group and Vincent and David left immediately, Seamus opting to protect Wyl. As Gabriel prepared to follow his mate and chosen brother, he suddenly stopped and grabbed Seamus' arm tight.

"The boy," he said urgently. "With the healing...I almost forgot."

"What is it?" Seamus asked perplexed.

"I know why Wyl acts as he does around Vincent. It's not that he doesn't love him, but rather that he does. Because he loves Vincent he has to keep away because Wyl believes himself tainted, unclean and not worthy of being loved himself. He's trying to protect Vincent and himself as he fears to see the disgust in Vincent's eyes if he is forced to confess his past."

"We had it all wrong," Seamus moaned. "Wyl didn't shy away because he fears intimacy with Vincent in the way our brother has convinced himself, but because he feels unworthy to be loved."

The lycan nodded.

"Go, Gabriel!" Seamus ordered. "Vincent is still not himself and may act foolishly. I need to look into Wyl's mind to clear this for once and for all. I wouldn't trespass in this way if I didn't truly believe it best for all our sakes."

"I understand," the lycan growled and barrelled out in pursuit of his family.

Seamus entered Wyl's room and sat at Wyl's side, stroking the angelic face.

"Forgive me this intrusion, Wyl," Seamus pleaded. "I believe I do it for all the right reasons."

Wyl's eyes opened at the sound of Seamus' voice and then watched the colours and lights that swirled in the bigger man's eyes as he was ordered. 

"Tell me about your childhood, Wyl," Seamus encouraged. "Tell me about coming to this country. Make me understand you."

At the end of Wyl's narrative the blond vampire had tears streaking his cheeks. He wept for the innocent child losing his father. For a weak mother who found herself unable to cope without a husband and who chose so badly. For the child forced to sleep with a step-father that touched him. For the boy that carried guilt and self-loathing into his adult life. Seamus was uncertain whether the priest that Wyl had spoken to had been sanctimonious and an ignorant monster or whether an already damaged young man had misunderstood what had been said. But it was at this time that Wyl had developed his notions of being tainted, of being at fault for being touched. 

He was thankful that Wyl's mother had finally seen what was happening. She had moved away, leaving then divorcing the man who had brought such pain to her son, but the damage was done. Seamus admired Wyl's courage in doing well in school and university and then travelling with a friend to eventually decide to remain in America. Although the young man's time had so far been a struggle, there was no longer a barrier to Vincent being able to claim the young man. Seamus had no doubt that once Vincent understood why Wyl acted as he had the other blond would resolve his fears.

Seamus paced the living room floor as Wyl recovered from his trance. The vampire had a bad feeling...a very bad feeling. Something had happened to his family. He felt their arrival and rushed to the door to greet them. He moaned softly in distress. 

Only Gabriel was capable of walking unaided. He half-carried David who was badly mauled, but Vincent was the one that caused the greatest fear. The big blond hung limply from one of Gabriel's strong arms. Seamus could see enough of his brother to know he'd suffered tremendous blood loss and was covered in multiple bites and gouges. As Vincent was laid in a chair, Seamus gasped at the full extent of the injuries. He had been gored so badly that his intestines were visible.

"He waded in without even trying to protect himself," Gabriel said tiredly. "If David hadn't noticed we'd have lost him. Vampires and a lycan, they just swarmed over him and he took it. My mate was hurt protecting him, fending them off. Two of them will hurt no others."

"I will be fine," David said weakly, "but Vincent will not feed. He is too weak; he won't heal if he doesn't feed."

"Vincent, Vincent," Seamus shook his friend. "Please, open your eyes."

"Let me be and let the boy go," Vincent's voice was frighteningly feeble.

"No," Seamus bellowed. "I understand now what has been happening with Wyl. He believes himself too tainted to be worthy of your love. You have to tell him how much you love him, Vincent."

Wyl had woken to the sounds from the living room and had feared they were again under attack. As such he had crept to listen at the door. Now he stood in the doorway, as yet unnoticed by the three bloodied men or by Seamus. His heart had been enveloped in icy fear at the extent of Vincent's injuries. He didn't understand everything about his friends, but he'd heard Seamus proclaim that Vincent loved him. Vincent, who lay there looking as though he were going to die, *loved* him.

"You need blood, Vincent, or you will die. Please, my brother," Seamus persisted.

"Seamus?" Wyl's soft voice came from right behind the other man and dripped fear. "Don't let him die. Please."

Seamus gripped Wyl's good arm tightly.

"Do you truly want him to live?" he asked desperately. "Would you give of yourself freely to save him?"

"Anything, Seamus," Wyl said fearfully. 

"Even your blood?" Seamus asked.

"Anything," Wyl repeated.

"He is very, very badly hurt, even for a vampire, Wyl. Normally to take your blood would be a painless procedure, but Vincent is incapable of doing anything to help you. This will hurt."

"Take it, do it," said Wyl. Tears were now falling down his cheeks as he feared it would be too late to save the man he had loved from the day Vincent had helped him into his tiny apartment. He tilted his head back, offering his throat, as he would expect a vampire to want to feed.

"Only lovers feed from each other's throats, Wyl," Seamus said gently. "Gabriel, are you able to leave David?"

"He is," David spoke up

Gabriel moved to pull Wyl tight to his chest even as Seamus extended Wyl's uninjured arm to display the prominent veins at the wrist. Keeping his grip tight, Seamus bent to open a vein and then pushed the limb to Vincent's mouth. As he had hoped and prayed, the scent of Wyl's blood was irresistible to the injured vampire. Vincent's teeth latched predatorily and he began to suck voraciously.

Seamus and Gabriel winced unseen at the muffled scream from the brave young man. Wyl hadn't expected the pain to be so bad. He felt as though his arm was burning from wrist to shoulder. He continued to whimper into Gabriel's' strong chest. The sucking sensation made his stomach churn. He heard Gabriel croon reassuringly into his ear as the big male held him immobile and he could feel Seamus stroke his hair as his arm was held tightly. He tried to focus on those sensations and away from his pain. He quickly began to feel light-headed and sagged against Gabriel.

"Enough, Vincent," Seamus directed, removing Wyl's wrist from Vincent's maw and quickly pressing his own in its stead. "He isn't strong enough to lose more, take mine."

The wildness had dissipated from Vincent's eyes and some colour had returned to the deathly pale visage. The vampire began to feed from Seamus then growled his disapproval as Wyl's limp form was scooped up into Gabriel's arms.

"He needs rest," Gabriel unashamedly growled back. "Seamus needs to patch you and then you can join him," he added glancing significantly at the still gaping wounds. The lycan smirked as he carried Wyl to bed. If Vincent was capable of showing displeasure then it boded well for his recovery.

****

Wyl felt as though every part of his body was lead-weighted, even his eyelids. He was aware of a hot, hard naked body pressed against him and that he was also denuded. However, he felt neither fear nor shame. He instinctively knew it was Vincent and tried to snuggle even further back. As he did, he felt the flesh nestling between his buttocks grow harder. The arm around his waist slid down to caress the lax genitals lying between his legs. He felt his organ twitch immediately, as though encouraging the exploring hand. He moaned softly as Vincent's dark seductive voice whispered in his ear; words that were a mix of endearments and encouragements. Wyl had only ever known the touch of his own hand since that of his step-father. Vincent's was stronger, firmer and more confident. The touch felt right and Wyl felt his shaft fill and harden. Vincent's mouth drifted to Wyl's throat bestowing open-mouthed kisses and tender nips and Wyl's hips began to grind back into Vincent's groin.

"Gently, my Own," Vincent's soft seductive voice returned to soothe the writhing young man. "That pleasure is for another time. We will find completion this way first."

"I love you, Vincent," Wyl panted as the pleasure in his groin built beyond his endurance.

"I love you, Wyl. Come for me, my Own."

Wyl cried out his lover's name as his seed spilt hot and wet over Vincent's hand. He felt Vincent's completion pulse over his back and as the bigger man bit gently at his throat Wyl spurted again and again. His body shook and trembled with the intensity of his release. The young man allowed his eyes to close as lassitude overwhelmed him and he slid into satiated sleep.

Vincent felt the smaller body grow limp and released the softened organ to lick languidly at the crème covering his hand. The offering was sweet and warm, just like his mate's blood, with a natural saltiness and Vincent was instantly addicted. 

Wyl awoke some time later to find himself staring into love-filled blue eyes. He tried to bury his face in Vincent's shoulder, but the bigger man would have none of it. He used a strong hand to make Wyl meet his eyes.

"Seamus explained," he said solemnly. "You are not unclean or tarnished or tainted in any way. You were a victim. You remain sweet and pure and chaste and it will be my joy and my privilege to love you and to teach you the pleasures lovers can share. Your virginity is a gift to treasure and I want you to be certain you are ready to bestow that gift upon me.

"Oh, Vincent," Wyl sobbed, pressing close to the bigger man.

The vampire held his lover close, stroking satin soft skin until Wyl's body went limp and Vincent cradled his sleeping beauty to his chest.

A tap at the door caught his attention and Seamus entered.

"You need to feed again," the dark blond urged.

"Animal blood will be fine now. A few more hours of rest and Wyl can share his essence with me again." Vincent looked at the other man steadily. "I owe all of you an apology. I allowed myself to hear what I expected."

"No apologies are necessary. Just teach him what it is to know love, he's known precious little in his short life."

"He will know it for the rest of his days," Vincent vowed.

****

Soft, insistent caresses lured Wyl from sleep and he smiled at his lover. He allowed the bigger man to pull him into a tight embrace and they kissed softly and gently. Wyl felt himself harden, even without Vincent touching him.

Vincent scented his mate's growing arousal, even as the slender rod thickened and rose alluringly to his eyes.

"Would you like to be stroked again, angel?" he asked the younger man.

"Y...yes, p...please," Wyl stuttered nervously. As his mate's hand caressed him intimately Wyl lifted a hand to caress the blond fur at Vincent's chest and to hesitantly touch each dusky pink nipple. "Vi...Vincent, may I ... can I touch you?" Wyl whispered.

Vincent gave a low guttural groan at Wyl's words and rolled to his back. He allowed his legs to part, but kept stroking his own prize. He wanted there to be no doubt in Wyl's mind that the young man was both loved and desired. He saw the apprehensive look Wyl gave to the dressings as the sheet passed his abdomen.

"I'm healing, beloved," he assured Wyl. "I will be fine, they no longer cause any hurt. But there another part of me that aches and that only you can tend to." His voice had dropped to a deep, seductive purr as he pushed the sheet away from his body.

He saw Wyl's eyes widen and heard the small gasp. Vincent considered himself reasonably well endowed. Compared to the perfect, slender, satin encased steel of his mate, his shaft was both longer and thicker.

"So big," Wyl whispered wonderingly. He hesitantly reached out and Vincent had to exert all his self-control not to come from the trembling virginal touches. It delighted the primal possessive side of him to know none had been touched like this by Wyl, touched out of desire, out of want, out of love. He swore that when the time came to love his angel, Wyl would feel nothing but joy at their union.

Wyl stroked nervously. He hadn't touched another since his stepfather had forced Wyl's hand on his body. It had always felt wrong, even from the first. Here, now, the touches felt so right that Wyl found his eyes tearing as he kept his hand moving on Vincent's shaft wanting to pleasure the older man.

Vincent sensed the change in Wyl rolling to face him and licked away the tears before they could fall. He smiled encouragingly as Wyl matched the strokes Vincent used on him.

"Tighter, my love," Vincent urged.

Wyl instantly obeyed. The organ he worked was leaking pre-come that helped create a slick tunnel of his hand into which Victor began to thrust. Wyl whimpered as his own hips began to pump instinctively. He cried Vincent's name as he came and his seed arced and adorned Vincent's stomach and erection. As the warm wetness touched Vincent, it triggered the bigger man's release. The older man's body tensed and then shook as his semen covered Wyl's hand, his soft abdomen and smooth chest. As they recovered, Vincent held tight to his young lover. They had made good progress, but there was still a way to go. However, as long as they travelled the road together, Vincent would let it take as long as was needed.

****

It took a couple of days for Vincent to be considered suitably fit to rejoin his family. Wyl had been concerned for David and when he saw the small blond rushed to embrace him.

"I was worried about you," Wyl confessed. The strength of the hug he received was more eloquent than any verbal reassurances.

"I am fine now," David confirmed placing a kiss to Wyl's cheek. As he did, he gazed into Wyl's expressive eyes. His smile became incandescent. "You're bonded," he crowed and in a blink of an eye Vincent found himself with an armful of elated blond. David kissed the older vampire before returning to stand at Gabriel's side vibrating with excitement.

"Yes," Vincent acknowledged. "Wyl is my Own, the other half of my soul. We have indeed bonded." He drew Wyl tight to his side and was elated at the way the younger man blushed, but slid a slender arm around his waist. Wyl's head came to rest on his shoulder and he kissed the mahogany curls.

"There have been no other attacks," Seamus supplied. "It seems it was some kind of power struggle, but once they started losing in numbers it was abandoned. However, a public bonding ceremony would be a welcome opportunity for celebration following the attacks."

"I've not yet spoken to Wyl of such matters," Vincent said meeting the raised eyebrow of the darker blond with a minute shake of the head. He turned Wyl in his arms to gaze down at the beloved face. "We are already bonded, my Own but, if you are willing, we can make a public affirmation before those we consider family and those who are friends."

"Like...like a...wedding?" Wyl asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, like a wedding," Vincent nodded.

"You would want to...to take me publicly as...as..."

"As my bonded mate, my soul-mate, just as David and Gabriel." Vincent smiled encouragingly

Oh, Vincent," Wyl buried his face in the broad chest. "I would be so very proud to be at your side."

"Then let us know when you feel ready for this and we'll make the arrangements," Seamus said giving Vincent a knowing look.

Vincent and Wyl retired early. Feeling emboldened by the earlier conversations, Wyl began to caress the impressive, muscular form.

Vincent ached to take Wyl, but was determined to allow the virginal young man to take things at his speed: to want Vincent as much as he was wanted, to need Vincent as much as he was needed.

"Your body is incredible," Wyl whispered as he gently pinched taut teats, his eyes avidly watching how they stiffened under his touch.

"Nothing I have ever seen compares to your beauty, angel," Vincent replied, groaning as Wyl's hand caressed the hard flesh at his groin. He smiled at Wyl's gasp as his own hand unerringly found Wyl's almost hairless sac and squeezed gently. Vincent's nostrils flared as he scented Wyl's arousal, hot and sweet, just like the young man himself.

"I want you, Vincent. I want you so much it hurts, but I don't know what to do, how to love you. Help me, please."

Vincent moved to loom over his slender lover.

"I want to bury myself deep inside you and feel you surrounding me. I want you to know the pleasure my body can give you and that you can give me in return. I want my seed to fill you as you writhe and scream my name your own seed proclaiming your joy. But I will only do as much as you feel comfortable with."

"I want you so much, Vincent, please," Wyl begged. "Show me how to love you."

"Love," Vincent echoed. He rolled them so Wyl draped over his powerful chest and encouraged Wyl towards his nipples. "Suck me, use your teeth, love," he urged.

Wyl sucked at one thick nub as he rolled the other, Vincent's moans encouraging him. Vincent's hands caressed Wyl's back, cupping creamy globes and kneading them as his mate made love to his breasts. He lifted Wyl to mate their mouths and his tongue tasted every nuance of Wyl's warm, wet cavern. As they kissed, their erections rubbed together and Wyl writhed on Vincent's body seeking greater contact. As their kiss ended, Vincent gazed into Wyl's sienna orbs.

"Do you trust me, Wyl?" Vincent asked.

"With all my heart and soul," came the immediate response.

Vincent moved them to again loom over Wyl and then slid his hands down to between Wyl's smooth caramel thighs. He pressed the limbs apart, but made no move to do anything else, waiting for Wyl to indicate he could proceed.

"Make me yours, Vincent," Wyl groaned. "Make love with me."

Vincent uttered a low guttural growl. His mate wanted this. His eyes glowed with passion as they devoured the sight of Wyl lying open and inviting before him. His eyes sought out the rosy portal, the hidden entrance to Wyl's body. He leant forward and began to suck and nip at espresso-coloured areolae and chocolate nipples. He teased and tormented each nub until they were throbbing peaks and Wyl moaned and thrashed beneath him. Vincent moved to lick his way from inside each knee up to the enticing velvet sac. His tongue laved the suede-like skin before he took one then the other precious oval into his mouth, rolling them carefully to Wyl's abandoned cry of pleasure. Without warning Vincent engulfed Wyl's straining shaft, stopping only when his nose was buried in damp, musk-scented curls. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down, pressing Wyl's slender hips into the mattress. His reward was a scream of his name and an outpouring of Wyl's sexual nectar. Vincent relished it for the gift it was, continuing to suck gently until certain Wyl had nothing more to give. 




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 01



Vincent covered Wyl's mouth with his own and let his lover taste himself. He gentled the kiss, pulling back slowly to regard his satiated lover.

"I want to come in your body, Wyl," Vincent said, his voice a low dark rasp that sent tingles throughout Wyl's body, even his drained member twitching dryly. "I want my seed claiming you."

"Claim me, Vincent," Wyl moaned.

Vincent crushed his lips to Wyl's, possessing the younger man's mouth to leave his lover dizzy and breathless. The bigger man's hands slid sinuously up and down the satin skin of Wyl's inner thighs. His thumbs stroked either side of the slowly awakening flesh at his lover's groin. He peppered the angelic face with light butterfly kisses as Wyl's hands stroked over his solid musculature. 

"Roll over, my Own," Vincent directed.

Wyl obeyed, nervous but eager. He was guided to lie with a pillow canting his hips and his legs spread wide, ready for Vincent's delectation. Wyl pillowed his face on his arms, feeling the heat from his cheeks as he blushed at his positioning. He felt like snapping his legs closed but determined to trust his lover. Vincent knelt between his splayed limbs. Strong, warm hands caressed across his shoulders, wet, open-mouthed kisses and soft nips trailing in their wake. The touches were both relaxing and erotic, arousing Wyl slowly but inexorably. When Vincent reached the perfect creamy mounds, Wyl felt the older man's tongue roam freely, tracing random patterns on his skin. Slowly, carefully, he felt Vincent part his twin globes. Wyl tensed and then felt Vincent bend down to lick a swathe over the exposed skin. Encouraged by the low, choked moan, Vincent returned to his task. Wyl began to thrust against the pillow as Vincent held him open, the older man's tongue licking between his nether cheeks. The erotic sensations caused a low burn of sensual heat in Wyl's groin and he began to pant shallowly as his arousal grew. Wyl felt the moist muscle circle lazily around his most private portal and then screamed as it thrust forcibly inside to begin exploring his virgin channel.

Vincent gazed predatorily at the rosette now displayed as he parted Wyl's cheeks. When the young man showed no resistance he licked, content initially to rim the furled aperture. Soon that was not enough; Vincent wanted a more intimate taste of his lover. His possessive instincts were assuaged by the knowledge none had, nor ever would be, this intimate with Wyl. The flesh hanging heavily between his own parted thighs pulsed its appreciation, a pool of liquid passion spreading on the sheet where he knelt. Vincent folded his tongue and pushed determinedly into his angel's body. Vincent pressed forward and then retreated, teasing the fluttering opening, alternating between light licks and deep probing thrusts. Vincent hummed as he tasted tender sweetness laced with an earthy musk. Vincent was certain he could make Wyl come just by rimming, but he wanted to be inside Wyl when he came and wanted his lover to reach a shared release. Given what had befallen them lately, he wasn't sure Wyl was recovered enough to come three times in one night. Reluctantly he pulled away, growling with primal triumph at the moan of loss from his mate.

"Roll over, let me see you," he purred seductively and grinned savagely at the instant obedience. His eyes raked over the naked body, sprawled wantonly beneath him. 

Wyl couldn't help the whimpers spilling from his lips as he watched Vincent carefully and liberally coat a single digit with oil. The whimpers became a low moan as oil was drizzled between his legs to slowly meander into his declivity. However, he was also unable to prevent the jolt as he felt the thick digit begin to probe at his loosened entrance. His eyes rolled back as his resurgent erection was enveloped in hot, wet suction. He heard Vincent rumble in discontent at his soft distressed whimper that accompanied Vincent's thick finger entering him to caress hitherto virginal flesh. The whimper of discomfort became a scream of bliss as Vincent's finger touched something inside him that sent bolts of dulcet pleasure throughout Wyl's body. He was unaware of the second or third finger crowding his tiny channel or of the way his body writhed and bore down on Vincent's delving digits. Unknown pleasure assailed Wyl in each cell and nerve. His body thrummed as his passion grew, tendrils of ardour wound within him and Wyl was lost in the sensual sensations.

Vincent continued to suck at Wyl's shaft ensuring it remained fully hard. Between his sucking and the stroking of Wyl's hidden jewel, Vincent was able to work more fingers into the tight passage, stretching and slicking his lover readying him for their full union. Wyl was actively moving on his fingers, pushing down to impale himself and pushing up to bury his hardness in Vincent's mouth. Vincent knew the younger man was as ready as he could make him. Not hesitating in his ministrations, Vincent liberally coated his straining erection, knowing that, on this first occasion, he wouldn't be able to last long. Releasing Wyl's shaft, he placed the dark beauty's calves on his shoulders and lined the purple head of his throbbing member against the glistening pulsating portal.

"Relax, my Own," Vincent encourage as he pressed forward. Despite all his preparations, Wyl was tight and small and he was long and thick. He wiped away the tears that slid down Wyl's cheeks as the younger man took more and more of Vincent's shaft inside his body. "Let me inside, love," his voice a husky caress of Wyl's ears. "Let me make us one. Let me be in you." As Vincent was slowly enveloped in searing heat, he began to stroke insistently at Wyl's flagging member, returning it to full hardness. 

Wyl focused away from the burn of Vincent's entry to his body and concentrated on the touches that reawakened his arousal. He felt Vincent press forward again and then his mate's sac pressed intimately against his own. There was a residual feeling of discomfort by being so fully filled for a few moments and Wyl panted wetly as he grew accustomed to the sensation. However, the elation and joy at having Vincent inside him and the feeling of rightness quickly dissipated the last of the dull ache and Wyl moaned and pushed upwards onto the flesh impaling him so intimately.

"In you, mine," Vincent growled. "I'm fully inside you." The rippling velvet vice around his already eager shaft almost made the blond lose control and come instantly. Instead he forced his wayward libido back under tight control and began to undulate, his hips making small movements until Wyl shrieked. Knowing he'd rediscovered Wyl's sweet spot, Vincent began to thrust slowly rubbing the small bundle of nerves mercilessly. In response Wyl writhed and thrashed, his hips held in place by a strong hand on his slender waist. Vincent threw back his head and roared his joy as he began to pound hard and fast into the beloved body. Wyl's hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as the younger man keened wordlessly lost in sexual abandon.

"Let me taste you, my Own," Vincent purred seductively and leant lower. His canines extended and he bit down at the creamy flesh of Wyl's throat. 

The soft sucking at his throat was more than Wyl's over-sensitised body could bear. Wyl screamed, his body convulsing so strongly that Vincent had to grasp tightly at Wyl's hip to prevent being dislodged. Vincent's teeth withdrew from Wyl's throat, the older male afraid that he might hurt Wyl as his mate shuddered and convulsed with the intensity of his release. As the silken sheath contracted around Vincent's harness, the big male allowed his passion full reign. His hips pistoned into the slender channel, pulse after pulse of wet heat filling Wyl to overflowing. Although Vincent had known other lovers in his long existence, he had never known an orgasm so fulfilling. He purred and growled as his living essence buried deeply in the beautiful willing body until he finally slumped fully spent to pant harshly in Wyl's small ear. He remained still, the bulk of his weight supported by his powerfully muscled arm until he felt himself soften and he carefully withdrew. He was pleased to note there was no evidence of damage to his deflowered virgin. He lapped the glistening trickles of his seed on Wyl's thighs and then looked with undisguised adoration at the smaller satiated form. Slowly, eyes of molten chocolate opened to look with a limpid gaze at eyes of smouldering sapphire.

"I love you," Wyl husked, his throat raw from screaming.

I love you, beloved," Vincent affirmed running his hand over the angelic face. His heart soared at the adoration he saw in Wyl's expressive orbs. He slowly laved his way down Wyl's flushed and heaving form to lick every precious drop of his mate's release, relishing the salty sweet nectar. He moved to lay them comfortably with Wyl's head nuzzling at his chest.

"Are we fully bonded now?" Wyl asked shyly as he suckled at a brown-pink nub.

"Yes, my sweet one," Vincent replied. "However you remain, as yet, subject to all human frailties: sickness, aging, death."

Wyl felt the shudder that ran through the bigger man and his arms tightened instinctively around the strong body. A sudden thought had Wyl looking apprehensively at his bonded mate.

"And you?" he asked carefully. "If we are bonded?"

"If I were to lose you for whatever reason, I would simply fade. There is no life for me now without you at my side. Whilst you remain mortal, them my life must also be finite."

"No, Vincent," Wyl cried then the younger man frowned. "Remain mortal?" he questioned.

"I cannot and will not place any influence upon you. Vampires can be made without being bonded mates as you have seen with Seamus, David and me. This is done by the taking of blood. However, you are human and can choose to remain so. I will abide by the choice of your heart. If you remain mortal, I will live at your side till you are taken from me and then fade to be able to re-join you beyond death. If you were to take of my blood and become such as I am, you will be trained how to use your gifts and eternity stretches before us. But it has to be your decision, what your heart and soul feel is right for you. My love will neither diminish nor falter whatever decision you make." Vincent pulled Wyl close and kissed his mate tenderly. "Sleep with me, love. Let your heart decide."

Wyl had thought to debate further but a warm lassitude stole his strength and he nestled snugly into Vincent's embrace. With a soft sigh, the young man slid into a deep sleep.

Vincent stroked sable curls as he jealously guarded Wyl's sleep. He could not nor would not pre-judge Wyl's decision.

****

Vincent stood at the end of an aisle that had been created by two blocks of seats. He was immaculately dressed in black suit and white frilled shirt. Seamus stood in front of him, dressed in a green ceremonial robe and at his right side stood Gabriel looking decidedly uncomfortable in a dark blue suit. Today was Vincent's public bonding ceremony and the blond vampire was a nervous as any groom on their wedding day. He glanced around, once again admiring the large old house. There had also been a tremendous turn out to witness his day of joy. The rows of seats were filled with vampires, lycans, spell-casters as well as other exotic denizens of the world Vincent and his family inhabited.

A gasp from the assembled audience had Vincent turn to look behind him, his own gasp joining that of the others. Proceeding sedately towards him was Wyl. He wore a white suit denoting purity and a dark frilled shirt that matched Vincent's and complimented his honey-tinted skin. His curls were shining with health and seemed to create a nimbus surrounding the angelic face that bounced with every step. As Wyl moved closer, Vincent basked in the look of love and incandescent smile that were reserved just for him.

At Wyl's side and holding Wyl's left hand walked David. The blond had the same dark blue suit as Gabriel. Where the dark male had a cream shirt open to display a powerful chest and its thick fur, David wore a high collared silk shirt of a blue that seemed to shift shades dependent on the light and shimmer as he walked.

Seamus watched proudly. There had been a similar gasp when he had presided over the wedding of lycan and vampire and looking at Wyl and David, he had no doubts as to who the beauteous members of his family were. He nodded as David and Wyl reached Gabriel and Vincent and then David turned himself and Wyl to face the gathered assembly.

"I David, bond-mate of Gabriel and brother to Vincent do welcome you here to witness this bonding and to thank you on behalf of Wyl, Vincent's Own."

Although there was a low murmur of approval and a nodding of many heads, Wyl was certain his nervousness was visible to all. However, as he was turned to face Vincent, that emotion fled in the face of the soul-deep love in his mate's blue eyes.

"Vincent. Are you here today of your own free will?" Seamus asked.

"I am," he replied.

"Do you publicly recognise Wylem Taylor as your Own? Do you swear to bind with him and to him, forsaking all others, for all the days to follow? Do you swear to share sunlight and shadow and your life and love henceforth?"

"I do so swear," Vincent affirmed.

Gabriel lifted Vincent's hand, sheltering it in his own and extended it towards Wyl.

"Wylem Taylor, known to us as Wyl," Seamus continued. "Are you here today of your own free will?"

"I am," Wyl replied.

"Do you publicly recognise Vincent as your soul-mate? Do you swear to bind with him and to him, forsaking all others, for all the days to follow? Do you swear to share sunlight and shadow and your life and love henceforth?"

"I do so swear," Wyl affirmed.

David lifted Wyl's trembling hand to place it within Vincent's. He tied their wrists with a ribbon of red silk and as Gabriel's hand remained underneath the joined couple's his was placed on top. Seamus' hand came to rest over them all.

"Vincent and Wyl are bound: bond-mates and soul-mates. Gabriel, David and I wish to welcome Wyl publicly into our home and into our hearts as our brother. We swear to love and protect him and Vincent." His eyes glowed as he faced the gathering. "Do you also so swear?" he asked.

Wyl had begun to tremble with nerves as Seamus reached this part of the ceremony. He feared he would not be seen as a worthy partner for the powerful and handsome blond. He found himself crying silently as the whole assembly stood as one with a unanimous roar.

"So be it," Seamus nodded approvingly.

The ribbon was removed and David and Gabriel stood back a little as Seamus placed a footstool in front of Gabriel. He nodded at the other blond, who expressionlessly undid his shirt to display his golden chest. Seamus held up a small ornate dagger for the audience to see and a ripple echoed around the hall.

"Do you come to this time and this place of your own choosing, Wyl?" Seamus asked the young man.

"I do," Wyl said emphatically.

"Is this the free choice of your heart?"

"It is."

"Do you understand the commitment you are about to make and do you still undertake it of your own free will?"

"I do," Wyl flicked a glance at Vincent, but his mate may as well have been carved from marble. Wyl swallowed around a dry throat and waited for Seamus to continue. He was unable to tear his eyes away as Seamus used the dagger to cut into Vincent's chest, a livid red trail created in its wake.

"As you make your last decision, do as your heart dictates," Seamus said and stood back.

Wyl's eyes were fascinated by the glistening line and his heart was sure he was making the right decision. He knelt on the stool, bringing his head level with Vincent's chest. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the shallow cut and his tongue licked nervously at his mate's blood. The powerful taste made Wyl's head spin. It was heat, strength and spice and an indefinable something that was pure Vincent. Despite the blood being solely on Wyl's tongue, to the young man it seemed to permeate his every cell. His body began to shake and a strong, gentle hand cradled the back of his head.

"My Own, my beloved," Vincent crooned softly, helping anchor Wyl in the maelstrom that assailed him. Vincent relished the feel of Wyl's tongue sliding over the small hurt and knew from his mate's reaction that the young human was taking his first steps towards his transformation. He gave David a grateful nod as the blond caught Wyl's body as he went limp. Vincent rapidly refastened his shirt as David held Wyl and then took his bonded mate into his arms.

Wyl awoke to find he was cradled to a strong chest and looking into the smiling face of his new husband and then Vincent threw back his head and roared. The sound was echoed by Seamus, Gabriel and David and then the gathered assembly. The new groom, carrying his still disorientated mate, strode down the aisle, his chosen family close behind and then his guests. He led them to a huge ballroom, lavishly decorated and with a great many tables laden with food and drink. Vincent stepped to the side to let people enter.

"Begin the celebrations, my friends," he announced. "My bond-mate and I will return in a few minutes." Vincent moved into a small room and sat with Wyl in his lap to allow the overwhelmed young man opportunity to recover.

"Is this what should happen?" Wyl asked nervously.

"Yes, beloved," Vincent confirmed. "You transformation has begun. However we will each feed from the other for the rest of our days, strengthening our bond and becoming closer. How are you feeling?" he added solicitously.

"Better," Wyl nodded."

His reward was a long deep kiss.

"Then let us join our guests and celebrate our bonding.

Epilogue

The dark haired beauty straddled his golden mate. Leaning forward he sucked and nipped at one precious jewel hidden in the chest fur and tweaked and teased the other. He tantalised each with his teeth in turn until both nubs were diamond hard and aching pleasurably. He rocked his hips allowing twin erections to rub sinuously, beads of liquid desire flowing as their arousal grew. Wyl trailed open-mouthed kisses from breast to throat and with a slight pressure took a single mouthful of his mate's living essence to a deep groan from the bigger man.

As Wyl laved the tiny hurt closed he was flipped laughingly onto his back as Vincent loomed large over him. He pinned Wyl's wrists above his head in a large hand and pressed smooth caramel limbs further apart with a strong knee. As he spread his young lover, Vincent reached between the splayed man's legs to tease at his hidden opening, his fingers ghosting erotically over the tightly furled rosette. Still playing with Wyl's body, Vincent leant forward to take a mouthful of his own of Wyl's sweetness. As he did, Wyl writhed enough to take the tip of Vincent's finger inside him and gave a wanton moan at the twin sensations. The sound went straight to Vincent's aching erection hanging heavily between his legs. Vincent's eyes were then drawn to the rosy flesh that danced enticingly at Wyl's abdomen and that left a silvery trail of its longing.

"Please, Vincent," Wyl begged, "I need you."

"I need you, too, my Own," Vincent growled.

He bit gently at each cinnamon nub, tugging and teasing before licking slowly down the smooth honeyed body. He licked away the intoxicating pre-come and then, sitting up, coated a finger liberally with oil. In time Wyl would produce his own lubrication when lovemaking, his body was as yet to make that transformation. He suckled at the smooth flesh jutting proudly at Wyl's groin as he slipped his digit inside welcoming heat. Slowly, carefully, Vincent progressed to three fingers pumping insistently in molten depths and rubbed erotically at Wyl's hidden jewel till his lover thrashed and begged continually to be filled. He rolled them again and, spreading his legs and planting his feet, gazed with fire blazing in his eyes at Wyl.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 01



"Ride me," he purred. "I want to see you pleasure yourself on my flesh."

Whimpering in need, Wyl rose gracefully to kneel astride the bigger man. He reached behind himself to position the hard hot flesh at his prepared opening and began his slow decent. His teeth worried at his lower lip as he impaled himself, feeling each centimetre of his lover pressing deep inside him. He panted as he sat flush at Vincent's groin, his lover's furred body tickling erotically against his smooth skin. He felt Vincent's hands digging into his hips where his mate had assisted him, helping him as he had taken his lover into his body. As Wyl's body acclimatised to the feeling of fullness, the younger man's hands caressed Vincent's lightly haired thighs and stomach.

As Wyl began to lift and lower himself, slowly and shallowly at first, but with an inexorable increase in speed and depth, Vincent's hands roamed imperiously over the expanse of smooth skin before him. He reached to tug at one chocolate nipple and then the other as his other hand began to stroke the gracefully bobbing shaft at Wyl's groin. He flexed his thighs and began to drive his hardness deep into his lover as Wyl descended onto it and the pleasured mewl each time told the older man his aim was true. He caressed Wyl's sac feeling how tight and hard it had become and knew his mate's release was imminent. He took in the look of bliss on the beloved face: eyes closed, luscious lips reddened and kiss-bruised were open and glistened enticingly and a pink tongue rhythmically dove in and out to lick at them. Wyl's breath came in shallow, wet pants and Vincent growled low and deep at the sight.

Moving too fast for human eyes, Vincent rolled their bodies. Hooking Wyl's legs over his elbows to spread him wide Vincent drove hard and fast into searing wet tightness and pounded at Wyl's sweet spot. Trapped beneath his more powerful body his mate could only wail his approval as a knowledgeable hand gripped his hardness and stroked with the same ferocity as strong hips pistoned Vincent's shaft into Wyl's sheath. Vincent's lips, tongue and teeth danced over Wyl's throat and collarbone to finally bite down on the junction of throat and shoulder and suck hard.

Wyl's cries were incoherent as he grasped tightly to a hard shoulder and Vincent's hair as his mate possessed his body. He thrashed and wailed, begged and pleaded: 

"Harder, faster, deeper, more, more, more". He keened as Vincent obeyed, driving into Wyl with a wild abandon. He screamed a sound of pure pleasured ecstasy as he reached his zenith. His seed jetting between their sweat-slick bodies.

The feel of warm wetness on his overheated skin, the scent of his mate's release and the sound of Wyl's impassioned cry finally fractured Vincent's rapidly disintegrating control. With a primal bellow of Wyl's name he gave a further few erratic thrusts and then erupted into the contracting sheath that squeezed his arousal with a brutal intensity. Pulse after pulse of his crème filled his lover. As his hips slowed into a more desultory pumping, Vincent's teeth once again found his mate's throat. Vincent smiled to himself as Wyl moaned softly, his body voluptuously filled by his lover's essence and Vincent's moist breath at his throat. Vincent took another mouthful of his Own's sweet blood and then rose to gaze proprietarily at the boneless, satiated young man.

Wyl gazed with content at his lover and then raised an elegant eyebrow as Vincent continued his leisurely thrusts and Wyl felt the resurgent arousal harden inside him.

"I did say I possessed excellent recuperative powers, my love," Vincent gave a feral smile, "as you will in time. For now, however, I will rely on your powers of recovery that are inherent in a young man."

"I love you so much," Wyl murmured softly as Vincent's reawakened shaft gently teased his sweet spot. It needed little stimulation as it remained sensitive from the earlier attentions. In its turn, Wyl's shaft slowly refilled as Vincent made slow sweet love to his angel. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each movement of the one met by one of counterpoint by the other. Soft breathy moans and mewls of shared joy filled the air as their bodies began to move faster. Mouths met in languid duels neither could lose and their tongues twined and danced to music only the lovers could hear. Wyl's legs wrapped around Vincent's waist and his arms moved around the powerful shoulders as though trying to merge his body into his mate's. Vincent's mouth found the weak spot at Wyl's neck and shoulder and sucked to the same languorous rhythm as his hips thrust into slick heat. All too soon, their seed flowed again, both men crying softly the name of their lover.

"I will never tire of loving you, my Own," Vincent rumbled into a small ear. "I will never tire of being inside your body or the feeling of completeness it gives me when we are one like this."

"I will never tire of welcoming you into me," Wyl replied, his hands holding Vincent's face. I will never tire of the way you can make me feel so loved and cherished by a single word or touch.

They kissed slowly and deeply for long minutes until Wyl felt Vincent's reawakening flesh stir once more.

"You are insatiable," Wyl moaned.

"Only for you, little one," Vincent purred seductively. "I think as your husband it is my duty to see how many times I can make you come,"

Wyl's musical laugh became a soft groan.

Hastily passing the closed door, Gabriel smiled at the laughter. Wyl was making excellent progress in his transformation and the shared love between him and Vincent was plain for all to see. They were still enjoying a 'honeymoon' even though they hadn't moved from the apartment.

David looked up with a loving smile as Gabriel entered the living room. He saw the burning gaze and his own became sultry. He laughed softly as he was scooped into powerful arms and his dark lover nuzzled at his temple.

"I think we also deserve a honeymoon," Gabriel husked as he carried his mate to their bed. 

The echo of David's laughter was the only sound in the now deserted room.



Vampires and Lovers Ch. 02



Chapter 2. Inner Demons

The dark haired young man moaned softly as sharp teeth penetrated his skin. The gentle sucking that followed was a potent aphrodisiac, his fully risen shaft weeping its desire as he whimpered sub vocally. The hot lips at his neck moved to lave the beads welling at the head of his engorged penis, a low, rumbling purr revealing the other's pleasure.

"Vincent, please," Wyl begged softly and then wailed his approval as his aching length was swallowed to the root. A masterful hand reached to fondle at his breast, tweaking erotically the small, dark nubs that were tight with passion. Another hand rolled his sac, squeezing and releasing the precious orbs hidden within and which were heavy with unspent need. The hand dropped lower and teased at his hidden opening. A second rumble accompanied the discovery of the lubricating fluid Wyl was now beginning to produce for himself when he and Vincent made love. As a finger slid inside his heated depths, Wyl was unable to resist the demands of his highly-aroused body. His body arched, forcing his shaft deeper into Vincent's demanding maw and an incendiary climax wracked the slender frame.

Vincent eagerly swallowed all his mate could offer. The salty-sweet nectar merged with the coppery taste of Wyl's blood to produce a taste that was seductive, addictive, arousing and for Vincent, and Vincent alone, to savour. He gave another purr of pleasure, relishing the flavour of his beloved. As the offering finally ceased, he flowed sensually over the open, pliant form to nuzzle once more at the exposed and vulnerable throat. He licked proprietarily over marks that would be invisible to human eyes and which would soon leave no record of their existence. Shifting slightly, he pressed his throat to his lover's panting mouth, feeling Wyl's warm breath.

"Taste me, My Own," he commanded tenderly. As he felt Wyl's teeth break his skin and begin a soft suckling, Vincent coated his fingers with oil and slid them into his lover's slickened channel. Soon this preparation would not be necessary, Wyl would lubricate and dilate from arousal alone and Vincent felt his shaft throb at the thought. A muted moan accompanied his action, but it was desire and need which produced the sound. He felt Wyl pull back to lick closed the tiny wounds and Vincent mated their mouths as his fingers delved deep to prepare his beloved. Satisfied that Wyl was ready, and at the edge of his own control, Vincent draped slender limbs over his shoulders and lined up his hard, hot length at the glistening portal. He locked eyes with his bonded mate: smouldering sapphire with sultry sienna.

"Take me, Vincent," Wyl murmured. "I love you."

"I love you, mine," Vincent replied, as he pushed steadily into tight heat.

As he was fully enveloped inside the searing channel that rippled erotically around him, Vincent held still, waiting for his mate's body to adjust to the welcome intrusion. Wyl's hands gripped tightly to his shoulders and the heat surrounding his intimate flesh threatened to incinerate him. A relaxing of the smaller body told the older man his lover was comfortable and he began a slow slide in and out of the slick sheath. A hitched cry heralded his deliberate caress of Wyl's hidden jewel and Vincent's grin was feral. He loved to see his mate lost in sensual sensation, to bring his lover to completion and to bury his own seed in the beloved body.

Wyl began to mewl in pleasure at the glide across his sweet spot and at the feeling of completion that being so intimately connected with his husband always engendered. His head tossed, sable curls fanning out over the pillows, and his hands began to seek out the taut nipples on his mate's lightly furred chest.

"So good, My Own," Vincent growled. "So tight, so hot, your body sears me with your love." He bent to lick at Wyl's ear to a cry of passion from his smaller mate. "Tell me what you feel, Wyl, tell me."

"I'm on fire for you," Wyl panted. "I burn for you, only ever you. Take me, claim me, make me yours."

"You are mine," Vincent replied, his voice a dark, silk caress of Wyl's ear. "Now and for eternity." He slid a hand to stroke his mate's resurgent erection as Wyl's body met each thrust of the powerful male, trying to take Vincent deeper inside him. Vincent gave a primal grin of triumph as Wyl came a second time. The beloved face seemed to alight with joy as the younger man's pearlescent seed flowed between their sweat-slick bodies. Wyl's head was pressed down hard against the pillows and his hands were gripping with surprising strength to Vincent's biceps. Vincent rode out the first almost-brutal clenches around his shaft and then thrust as deep as possible before he found release in his lover's precious body.

Wyl was enveloped in soul-deep ecstasy. His climax seemed to firestorm throughout his sensitised form to create a warm glow in every cell of his body in its aftermath. It left him sated and floating. He heard the bellow of his name and he moaned wantonly in response. Wet heat filled him as Vincent reached his zenith. Wyl shuddered with pleasure as Vincent's seed pulsed deep inside him. Only when the older man was fully spent, did Wyl feel the thrusts begin to decrease to leave them both contented and spent. In the blink of an eye, Wyl was positioned across Vincent's powerful chest and he rooted out a succulent nub to suckle slowly at as his body continued to thrum from their shared passion. He gave a purr of appreciation as Vincent's hand began a slow caress of his back and the two men shared loving touches in the afterglow of their intense climaxes.

****

In a different bedroom, another couple sought to be as one. The ethereal, diminutive blond sat astride his dark love's powerful body, undulating slowly on long, hard, thick flesh. His hands were braced on strong, furred thighs whilst his lover's hands stroked at his erect rod and tweaked at diamond-hard, reddened nipples. Every movement, every touch from each man, expressed the love they shared.

The bigger male looked up in a mix of awe and adoration. They were a couple of such contradictions; dark and light, tall and petit, broad and slender, furred and smooth and yet he loved his angel and was loved equally in return with all the passion the small, pale, perfect body possessed.

"So close, my love," the blond whispered. "Make me yours."

With a low, feral growl, the bigger man manoeuvred their bodies and loomed over his slighter mate. Turquoise eyes glowed with love and trust and Gabriel felt himself melting under their gaze. He nipped tenderly at a smooth shoulder and his hips began to snap hard and fast into welcoming, heat. He rumbled appreciatively as slender arms and legs wrapped around him with deceptive strength, urging him to completion. He felt the nip of sharp teeth at his own flesh and he burrowed a hand between their bodies to work his lover's solid shaft. A cry of his name coincided with wet heat over his hand and between their bodies. He howled his triumph, pumping rapidly into the erotically clenching sheath before his own release flooded the smaller man. As the last drops of his essence found their home in his mate's body, Gabriel rolled them over. He rumbled happily as David's teeth tormented one of his nipples that peeked from his abundant chest fur and internal muscles teased his slowly softening sex. He stroked the golden silk of his lover's hair and their eyes met.

"I love you, David, my beautiful angel," Gabriel murmured, reaching to tenderly caress a smooth cheek.

"I love you, Gabriel," came the soft, seductive reply, as the smaller man nestled in the strong embrace. Twin sighs of pleasure and satiation were the only sounds for a long time.

****

Out in the spacious sitting room, Seamus sat and stared out of the impressive windows. Despite the darkness his eyes could pick out the humans scurrying about their business, unaware that sentinels like him, and his chosen family, were watching them. Melancholy dimmed his green eyes and he ran a hand through his dark blond hair. It was no fault of the couples that he knew exactly what they were doing. Even if they loved in silence, he would scent their arousals, their joy. 

Previously, he would have had Vincent for company when David and Gabriel retired to their room, now he was alone and he felt the loneliness acutely. For a brief moment, he had considered leaving the apartment, but he had never done so before. He feared that if he did, Wyl would in some way feel at fault. The young man still accepted guilt for failure too readily. It would take a long time to finally rid him of that phantom. Frowning, Seamus hoped one day to encounter Wyl's stepfather. Lost in his musings, the older man failed to notice the lithe brunette who was on his way to the kitchen. He blinked as he looked up into concerned chocolate depths.

"Seamus, is everything ok?" Wyl asked hesitantly.

"I'm fine, little one," he replied. He took in the blush staining Wyl's cheeks.

"Did we ... did we disturb you?" the younger man asked, his teeth worrying at his lower lip.

"No, no," Seamus soothed. He opened his arms and Wyl moved to sit, the men hugging tightly. "I am beyond happy that you and Vincent found each other. I get a little ... down ... sometimes. But when I see you and Vincent or David and Gabriel so happy together it gives me both joy and hope."

A low growl heralded Vincent's appearance. His bonding with Wyl was still new and, although he normally trusted and respected the other blond, his baser instincts were kicking in. He scented the air to see if there was a challenge for his mate and was instantly at the chair in which Seamus and Wyl sat. He felt reassured as the blond tipped back his head, offering his throat.

"No challenge, Vincent," a soft voice declared.

"Only yours," Wyl added, reaching to his beloved.

"Mine," Vincent said, possessiveness colouring the tone.

Seamus smiled indulgently as Wyl gave him a last hug before taking his place at Vincent's side in a protective embrace. He could not love the young man more if Wyl had been the son of his flesh, it was the same feeling he had for David and he gave Vincent a wry grin.

"Sorry, Seamus," Vincent muttered. He scented his mate, the sweet yet masculine fragrance soothing him. "I'm still a little possessive."

"No more so than Gabriel," Seamus replied. "Perhaps even less so."

"I don't think I've seen Gabriel anything less than protective, especially of David," Wyl said quietly, with a gentle smile.

"In part it is his Lycan nature," Seamus said. "But it is also because he almost lost his Chosen before David ever knew Gabriel existed. He and his Sire, the vampire who turned him, were set upon by several rogues. David loved his Sire and, despite being badly hurt, tried desperately to protect him when he fell. We arrived too late to save the one and almost too late to save the other. David was barely alive when we brought him here. He was too weak to feed for himself. We called on friends and several of us took turns trying to get blood into him. In part he didn't want to live, feeling he had failed his Sire." Seamus voice dropped in timbre as he recounted the events.

"It was the second day David was with us that Gabriel came home. Even as he approached, I felt the change within him and when he raced into David's bedroom, the cry of grief, pain and denial is one I never want to hear again. David was his Chosen and David was dying. Unlike humans, our kind can instantly recognise our Bond-mates, Wyl. Gabriel stripped and crawled into the bed to cradle David's beaten body. We are certain that, as close to death as he was, David recognised Gabriel as his soul-mate and responded to him. When we next looked in at them, he was feeding, with difficulty, but feeding none-the-less. We did fear that if we lost one, the other would fade, but we were spared that pain. David accepted feeding from Vincent and me and began to heal." 

"And I am fit and well and this was many years ago," a melodic voice, tinged with amusement, declared. "You look as though the event was recent," his tone softened as he regarded Seamus affectionately. He came up to Wyl and hugged the brunette. "Just to prove how fit I am ..."

Wyl gave a yelp and then laughed. For all that he was a couple of inches taller than the blond, David had lifted him with ease and swung him in a circle as Vincent was wont to do. The two men smiled at each other as Wyl was lowered to the floor and then both gave yelps of surprise. Neither had noticed Gabriel enter and he now held both blond and dark and spun them round. Laughing softly they were lowered, David remaining in the circle of his mate's arm and Wyl burrowing with a blush into Vincent's.

"Perhaps we could go away together, Seamus," Wyl suggested shyly, his voice muffled against Vincent's broad chest. He wanted to find a way to dispel the melancholy affecting the older man. A holiday seemed a reasonable idea.

"Walking, running, swimming," David said, his eyes alighting at the thought. He glanced lovingly at Wyl who had emerged to look at Seamus. The brunette was regarded as a baby brother by the small blond. He was proud of the way Wyl was adjusting to his new life and becoming more confident in regards touching and being touched by the rest of the group. He thought the pink colour staining the youngest vampire's cheek made him look simply adorable. He hugged his Lycan mate, looking up into eyes that glowed with love.

"We could visit Coleran in Ireland," Seamus said thoughtfully, warming to Wyl's suggestion. "His castle is far enough away from the town to enjoy ourselves freely."

"And he has an enormous pool," David said eagerly. "He and Seamus have been friends for years. We visit when we can. It's a wonderful idea, Wyl."

The slender brunette looked around at his 'family'. All were smiling, including Seamus. Although he was nervous about meeting Coleran, hoping he would be regarded as a suitable mate for Vincent, he was happy for those he loved.

****

Arrangements were quickly made and within a couple of days the group were on their way. At the remote railway station, a large vehicle was waiting for them. Seamus drove, with Gabriel sitting up front with him. David, Vincent and Wyl sat in the back. Wyl had never visited Ireland before and the greenery abounding was a contrast to the city-life he'd known for the past few years. He gasped as he took in the castle in the distance. It was set in its own grounds, which were effectively a small forest. They drove in through enormous iron gates and as they did, Wyl shivered. He stared at the monumental, grey edifice with its forbidding turrets and tiny windows and his body shivered again. This time it wasn't ignored. He was enveloped by Vincent's arm and pulled close as David looked anxiously over.

"It's ... so ... cold," Wyl whispered. It was more, but he couldn't vocalise what he felt.

"The castle is very old, Wyl," David said, clasping one of the brunette's hands. "Perhaps you have a past memory of being here. One that is deep in your subconscious. Do not let feelings from the past over-rule what you feel in the present. You may even be a little overly sensitive. You are still becoming a vampire and recently Bonded. It's a lot for your body to adapt to.

Wyl simply nodded. There was a lot to the new world in which he now dwelt, sometimes too much, for him to take in all at once. He settled for cuddling closer to his mate and letting Vincent's heat warm him. All he knew was he felt ... something ... a ... taint. He was unable to describe the feeling further. He hoped it would dissipate once inside the castle.

As they approached the building, the large, dark-wood doors were slowly swung open. A servant appeared to unload their cases and another took them inside. The hall was a mix of grey marble and stone, the coolness making Wyl shiver once more. A large, ornate staircase led to the upper floors and doors led off the hallway itself. Wyl imagined what it must have been like centuries ago with servants and lords bustling about. Now it seemed too big for the few inhabitants he had seen. 

They were ushered into a large sitting room. It boasted an enormous, black-grated fireplace in which a fire roared with life and vitality and above was a black marble mantle. Wyl smiled gratefully at his mate as he was moved to stand close to its heat. He glanced around. One wall was actually large French windows that led out into the castle grounds whilst the others wore coats of green and cream wallpaper. There was a large, wooden dresser containing an assortment of drinks and glasses. The rest of the furniture was four large, winged armchairs, two very large sofas and a couple of ottomans. All were in deep forest-green brocade. Wyl felt it was a room easy to relax in.

"Welcome to my home." A deep, low voice heralded the arrival of Coleran. Wyl looked at the elderly man who smiled beneficently. His hair was short and iron-grey, his eyes a similar shade of emerald as Seamus. He was tall and slim, wearing a black turtle-neck sweater and cream pants. Wyl knew that although he looked the oldest, Coleran could be younger than David. Wyl was gently propelled forward by Vincent to meet their host. He looked at the older man shyly.

"This is my Chosen and Bonded-mate," Vincent said proudly. "Coleran, please meet Wylem, known to us all as Wyl."

"It is a pleasure to meet Vincent's mate," Coleran said, grasping Wyl's extended hand in a warm grip. "I'm very happy to know you, Wyl," he added less formally.

Wyl took to him straight away. There seemed an honesty and warmth about him and he gave a sincere smile.

"I'm pleased to meet you, too," he said.

Coleran moved around the group, hugging and backslapping the other men. As he did, Wyl noticed movement in the doorway and he looked over at the young man who stood silently, watching. There was a lascivious leer at David which vanished the instant Gabriel looked over at him. Wyl decided that he might have looked attractive but for the arrogant mien that replaced the leer. He had dark, straight hair and a small goatee. His eyes were an electric shade of pale blue. He was tall, but not as broad as Vincent or Seamus. Wyl saw the flicker of sadness in Coleran's eyes as he looked at the young male and the way he was behaving.

"My friends," he said quietly. "Allow me to introduce you to Marten. I became his Sire three months ago. Marten, this is Vincent and Wyl, David and Gabriel and Seamus."

Wyl noticed the flicker of interest in the icy eyes as Seamus was designated un-Bonded. He decided he really didn't like the look Marten gave his blond brother.

****

Long after the couples had retired to bed, Seamus sat and talked to his friend. Coleran explained how he had met and Sired Marten. He had found the young man almost naked and badly beaten. It had been the only way to save Marten's life. The young man seemed to take to his new life well enough, but Coleran felt he resented what had happened. 

Seamus watched as his friend decided to turn in for the night. They had known each other many years. He loved Coleran, but was not, nor had ever been, in love with him. Coleran knew the loneliness Seamus felt and the blond decided that, at least, he had the brotherly love of his friends on which he could rely. Coleran seemed very isolated. His own life suddenly seemed much less lonely than it had. He might not have a lover, but he was truly loved. He sensed, rather than saw, movement and looked up to see Marten staring greedily at him. Pale eyes glittered with avarice and lust as they raked down his body, and then the younger man was at his side, his voice husky and demanding.

"You want me, Seamus?" he purred. "I can smell your need; I can give you what you want."

Seamus swallowed dryly. The young man was attractive in a dark, dangerous way, but Seamus did not 'want' him. The burgeoning erection that an experienced hand was now coaxing into fullness was as much due to Marten's heady pheromones as his own long-suppressed needs.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 02



"I do not want you or this," Seamus said clearly. "Whatever you think my body might be saying I do not want you."

Marten said nothing, continuing to squeeze rhythmically at hardening flesh even as Seamus reached to remove the unwanted hand. He locked gazes with the other man and was taken by surprise at the strength of their hypnotic power. His hand fell away from Marten's and an insistent voice repeated 'you want this' over and over in his mind. He felt his unresisting body pressed down on the sofa. Cool air blew across his chest and his nipples without him realising his shirt had been opened. With a shockwave of panic, Seamus realised the younger vampire had opened his pants and was reaching inside. Bringing his experience to bear, Seamus broke through the mesmeric morass in his mind.

"No, don't touch me," he managed to force out.

A wail of distress cut more effectively through the remnants of the hypnotic haze and Seamus found himself free of Marten's oppressive weight. His body remained sluggish, but he turned his head at a dizzying angle to see what was happening.

"Don't touch," Wyl's agonised voice reached Seamus' ears and the older man groaned with a pain that was almost physical in nature. He tried to push himself from the sofa, but could only roll to his knees. He could see Wyl, clearly having forgotten all his vampire speed and strength, gripping at Marten's biceps and sobbing over and over, "Don't touch." Seamus cried out his own denial as Marten disdainfully backhanded Wyl away from him, but before the slender body could fall, he was swept into Gabriel's embrace. A blur streaked past Seamus, a primeval roar shaking the air in its wake, and Seamus saw Vincent lift Marten to pin him high against the wall, his fangs extended, ready to deliver a killing blow.

"No, Vincent," David's voice was close to Seamus' ear. "Think of Wyl. It's not what he needs from you." 

With a growl of discontent, Vincent began to slowly lower himself and his prey to the ground, his stormy, ocean-blue eyes never leaving the petrified paler orbs.

As David and Coleran helped Seamus to his feet the blond vampire refastened his pants two spots of red on his cheeks his only colour and declaring his shame. As he shook the final vestiges of sluggishness from his mind, he found himself with a near-hysterical Wyl in his arms.

"It's alright, little one," he crooned softy, nuzzling at the dark curls. As he focused on Wyl's distress, it helped him dismiss his own.

"He ... he..." Wyl stuttered, clinging tightly to Seamus. He had needed a glass of water, but on reaching the bottom of the stairs had felt Seamus' growing distress. Hearing words he had once uttered himself had brought unpleasant memories flooding back as well as fear for the blond's safety.

"He didn't hurt me. I promise, Wyl. You came in time. He didn't touch me."

Seamus saw David nod, the small blond now had Gabriel hovering protectively at his side and guarding their chosen brothers. Coleran stood back a little; as if uncertain his assistance would be welcome. Seamus leant back a little to smile lovingly at the tear-stained, anxious-faced young man who still clung tenaciously to him. The love in the worried expresso depths warmed the older vampire to his core. He dropped a kiss to Wyl's brow and hugged the lithe form tightly. 

"I'm fine," he repeated. "Vincent, come and take care of your Chosen, he needs you."

Vincent brought his face to within millimetres of Marten's.

"Hurt my Chosen, or any of my family, and I will make you dust," he said, his voice as cold and dread as any in the room had ever heard. Pushing the offending presence away, he strode quickly to his family. As gentle as a lamb, Vincent lovingly scooped his mate into his arms. He gave a sigh as Wyl burrowed into the safety of his body. He exchanged nods with the others, letting David drop a kiss to his lover's curls before leaving.

"Marten please go to your room," Coleran ordered curtly, as the younger man came towards him.

"He did want me," the dark haired man insisted. 

"Go. Now!" Coleran thundered angrily.

David watched as Marten took a step back, clearly never having seen the older man angry with him before. As he whirled to leave, David was certain he caught a glimpse of ... something ... in the pale eyes. He frowned, there was something going on that ran deep beneath the surface.

"As much as you care for the boy, Coleran, none of us will permit any of our family to be hurt," Gabriel's voice was a low, deadly growl. "Make sure your cub understands this."

"Are you sure you are well, Seamus," David asked solicitously, looking at the older, dishevelled blond.

"His hypnotic strength took me by surprise," Seamus admitted. "I won't make that mistake again." He smiled as David pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Then we shall see you after we are all rested," David said. He nodded at Coleran as Gabriel put a protective arm around him and smiled affectionately as his mate gripped tightly to Seamus' shoulder, the gesture conveying more than words ever could.

Seamus watched them go, his own soft smile playing at his lips. He decided that, in future, he would make more of what he shared with his family rather than bowing down to his inner demons.

"Did you want him, Seamus?" Coleran's soft voice broke into his reverie.

"He has a dark attraction of his own," Seamus conceded. "But no, I did not want him. Any arousal I had was born not of desire for him but of my own pent-up frustration." He turned so that two pairs of emerald eyes met. "Does he not know you love him?" he asked.

"No and he never will. He has only resentment for me. He was a traveller to the town. A gay man, set upon by those with closed, small, ignorant minds. He was beaten, dying and he was so beautiful. Although he was not my Chosen, I knew I could love him. I did the only thing I could. I turned him to save his life. He seems to have learnt much quickly and I am certain, that as soon as he feels able, he will leave me." His eyes now held a soul-deep sadness and Seamus reached to grasp the older man's arm in a gesture of understanding. Coleran gave a wan smile. "And you, my friend," he said softly. "How long has it been since you shared pleasure?"

Seamus ducked his head as he felt his cheeks glow.

"It had not been so difficult before Vincent found Wyl. I love the boy dearly and my joy knows no bounds for them. However, I was previously able to rely on Vincent's company. Given his Bond with his mate is still young, they are often rapt in each other's company. It feels strange to now be the only un-Bonded."

"And lonely," Coleran added, his voice little more than a puff of air. "That explains what Marten focused on and played upon." He gave a small smile. "Come with me," he said.

Seamus was led up the hall stairs and along the darkened corridor, neither man needing artificial light to see. At the end of the hallway, Coleran unlocked a plain wooden door and the two vampires ascended the steep, stone stairs in seconds. At the top, it opened into a turret bedroom. The only furniture was a king-sized bed. It was adorned with fluffy pillows clad in a rich, deep green. The sheets were white Egyptian cotton. The bedspread was quilted and matched the pillows. The normal tiny window of such a tower had been replaced and now half the circumference of the wall was glass. Coleran opened the window enough to allow a small breeze to dance through the room.

"It has the best view in the castle," Coleran said quietly. "On a clear night, there are the stars and at dawn you can watch the sunrise as it lights the forest. Come here, my friend." Coleran positioned Seamus in front of him and rested his hands on the other man's shoulders. From the window, the first rosy fingers of light were beginning to touch the distant landscape. Coleran felt Seamus' sigh. "Do not think, Seamus. Let yourself go and just feel."

Gentle hands unfastened Seamus' shirt, removing it and baring his lightly-furred torso to the playful wind. It caressed his nipples, turning them into small, tightly-pebbled peaks. His pants and underwear joined his shirt and the breeze now erotically teased his sac and slowly filling shaft. He felt himself pulled against a warm chest. The dawn air flitted around his flesh making Seamus moan softly. He didn't resist as he was stroked languidly, he simply obeyed the almost subliminal command 'just feel'. When his hips began to thrust, the stroking became faster, Seamus groaned at the insistent 'let it go.' With a muted cry he reached his climax and his seed jetted free. His legs began to shake in the aftermath of his intense release, but before he could fall, strong arms gathered him safely and laid him on the bed. A tender hand cleansed his body with a soft cloth and, as sleep claimed him, a quiet voice bade him 'rest well'.

****

Marten lay on his bed seething. He *had* felt Seamus' desire and, if he'd had just a few more minutes, would have been able to enjoy the attractive older man. With a disgruntled growl he flung himself from the bed and through his window. He needed to take care of the unfulfilled arousal that still coursed through his veins.

The woman's eyes snapped open. She was uncertain whether she had heard something or just dreamt it. Her eyes widened as she took in the red eyes before her. A hand clamped over her lips preventing a scream and then it was replaced by a hard mouth and demanding tongue that plundered ruthlessly. As her mouth was ravished a hand caressed her naked breast, tugging at the dark pink flesh that adorned it. Despite her situation, insidious tendrils of arousal began to snake throughout her lower belly. A knowing hand slid between her thighs and began to work at the hidden mound inside her labia until she shuddered through her orgasm. Even as she began to recover, hard flesh slid effortlessly inside her and bestial grunts accompanied each hard thrust inside her body. She moaned as sharp teeth bit at her exposed throat and her arms and legs came to wrap themselves around the muscular body. As wet heat surged inside her, she reached a second climax and her own teeth snapped at the man whose essence she accepted.

The woman writhed as she felt herself reach orgasm. She had never known such a realistic dream before. As her eyes fought to open, she wondered how she could still feel her dream even when awake and she moaned as her climax inexorably approached. As the second orgasm crested, her eyes finally opened and her scream was cut short by the razor sharp teeth that ripped at her throat. Yet that fear paled in comparison to the sheer terror of her life-force being torn, silently screaming, from the flesh in which it dwelt into the icy dark of an insatiable maw. Her body was left an empty, bleeding husk and her heart finally stuttered to a stop.

Back in his bed Marten slept sated, a smile playing on his lips.

****

Seamus awoke with a smile. He stretched sumptuously. He was the only occupant of the bed and he had expected nothing more. Coleran was not his lover. He felt a pang of sorrow for the unrequited love the other man felt for Marten. It was not unknown for their kind to take a lover who was not their Chosen. The bond Coleran could share with Marten would not be as strong as with a soul-mate, but it would be as loving. Neither vampire would then feel the desire to find their Chosen, their binding effectively replacing it. Nor was there any fear of being sought in turn. Once one bonded the silent siren call, if the other was of their world, would be stopped for both. It was Seamus' choice to continue and hope, one day, to find the other half of his soul. The comfort and release he had found the previous night made his step lighter than it had been for some time. He quickly dressed and went to seek out his family.

Seamus found the others at breakfast in the dining room. As he entered, he found himself with his arms full of lithe brunette who scrutinised him intently before being apparently appeased by what he could see beneath the surface. He smiled as David came to join them and, unwrapping one arm from Wyl, gathered the small blond and hugged both tightly.

"I am a lucky man and in future I will count my blessings," he said. "I'm fine, boys," he added more quietly, touched deeply by their love and concern. The solid, heavier hands of Gabriel and Vincent had Seamus basking in the freely offered affection and the last of the dark emptiness that had gnawed away inside him since Vincent's bonding, finally diminished in the light of his family's love.

"We were planning on spending some time in the pool," David said enthusiastically. "Then we can rest and go into the woods as evening comes round."

Seamus found himself grinning widely. David was fairly vibrating with excitement and, now satisfied that Seamus was alright, Wyl was looking just as enthusiastic. He looked up at the two other males and laughed at the twin affectionate smiles of men who knew any decisions had been taken out of their hands.

"David seems to think I would benefit from a long run," Gabriel said, with a theatrical, resigned sigh. However, the bright twinkle in his blue-brown eyes showed just how much he was actually relishing the idea.

"It has been a long time since you could run free, my friend," Seamus agreed.

****

The pool was housed in a huge conservatory at the back of the castle and was of Olympic dimensions. Around the sides were a selection of comfortable loungers and whilst Seamus, Gabriel, David and Wyl played an energetic game of water polo, Vincent lay watching and chatting companionably to Coleran.

As the frenetic game finally ended, Vincent opened his arms indulgently to allow his dripping mate to lie snuggled close. The bigger vampire sighed contentedly and watched through hooded lids as Seamus stretched out nearby, falling quickly into a light sleep and Gabriel settled himself with his blond mate atop his darkly-furred, broad chest. Vincent nuzzled his mate, glad there was no need of chlorine in the swimming pool. A soft murmur of happiness reached his ears before his love slipped into sleep. Vincent noticed a servant whisper into Coleran's ear and then the older man quickly vanished. He frowned briefly, but the rhythmic breathing of those around him soon had him slumbering peacefully.

****

It was much later before anyone saw Coleran again and in an agitated state. He was protective of his small town and had been informed of a second brutal death of a young woman. In both instances the victim's throat had been savaged, but death had been apparently from heart failure. Seamus offered to accompany Coleran into the town to try and find out anything more. Both men insisting that their friends were to enjoy themselves as planned. Although the others were initially reluctant, they accepted that just Coleran and Seamus might access information quickly and draw less attention. They agreed that when the two men returned, the whole group would discuss the incidents. It was clear from the Irishman's mien that he wanted to find whoever was responsible and deal with them personally.

Once out in the castle grounds, Gabriel morphed into his feral, wolfish form and began to run, David laughingly giving chase. Left alone, Vincent began to kiss Wyl tenderly, slowly lowering the unresisting form to the soft, mossy ground. As their kisses increased in heat and passion, their clothes slowly melted away. Vincent's mouth worshipped his lover's body as the lithe brunette writhed under his expert ministrations. He slid a single finger into Wyl's downy declivity and growled his approval at the slickness he felt. 

Delving deeper he began to slowly sweep his finger over his lover's sweet spot. More fingers followed, relaxing the tight sheath and encouraging more of Wyl's natural lubricant until, moving to lie between widely-splayed limbs, Vincent sank his erect flesh into the narrow channel, stretching and filling Wyl to a low moan of bliss. Smooth limbs encircled his waist and slender hips canted to pull Vincent deeper. It was more than the bigger man could resist. His mouth still nipping and kissing his young love, Vincent began to drive deep and hard into the slick tightness, rubbing effortlessly over the younger man's hidden jewel. 

It was perfection. The darkening sky above them lit the lovers with a myriad of twinkling stars and the smile of a crescent moon. Beneath them the ground was soft and warm and the smell of moss and earth mixed headily with the scent of their arousals and the slick elixir Wyl produced to welcome Vincent into his body. They gazed into each other's eyes as they slowly approached a shared zenith. All the love they had for one another seemed to create a nimbus around them and they were each oblivious to anything but the man in their arms. The increase in tempo of Vincent's hips reflected the urgency they both felt to complete their union and, with a shared cry of ecstasy and triumph, both men's seed flowed as a tribute to their joy.

****

Gabriel had picked up the increasing levels of his mate's pheromones even before the chase began. He knew David was overhead, keeping watch over him. He saw a thickening of trees and darted swiftly towards it, hiding from his lover's penetrating gaze.

David frowned as Gabriel vanished and landed, staring into the thick undergrowth where his mate had last been seen. A slow smile spread across his face.

"If you think I will fall for that little game, you are sadly mistaken, my love," he said, amusement evident in his tone. "However, I am willing to limit myself to the ground and *if* you catch me, you may have me." Even as he finished speaking, he was little more than a blond blur, hurtling away at phenomenal speed. He laughed at the howl from his mate, knowing the chase was on and that it was a game neither could lose. David had no intention of making things easy for Gabriel. He feinted and dodged, aiming for the thickets that would be more difficult for the bulk of his husband to negotiate. He could hear his pursuer closing the distance. He effortlessly vaulted a fallen log and ducked beneath a couple of others. He could no longer hear his lover behind him and, as he leapt to clear another tree, found himself enveloped in strong arms as Gabriel tackled him from the side.

The Lycan caught his earthly angel and ensured it was his own bulk that absorbed the impact as he grounded David. Their bodies rolled together; dark and light, muscular and lissom, and began to tussle for dominance. Gabriel was already naked, hard and leaking and he tore away the offending material that prevented his touching and tasting pale, satin-soft skin. David laughingly resisted, listening to his lover's growls growing in intensity. However, the fight was over quickly. Gabriel held David pinned beneath him, his eyes glowing amber with a mix of excitement, arousal and love. With a swift movement the smaller man was bent over a mossy mound, a large, preternaturally strong hand holding him in place, whilst another and powerful thighs pushed his legs wide apart. In this vulnerable position, the tiny entrance to the blond's body was displayed to his dominant mate's avaricious gaze. Gabriel dropped his head, pushing his cold, wet nose to scent the alluring portal.

David shivered with anticipation as a furred muzzle nudged at his bared skin and the salivating maw wetted his furled flesh. He could feel his own juices flowing and channel dilating with arousal and he moaned his need. Instead of his lover's shaft, a long, thick, more agile muscle pushed inside. David wailed his appreciation as Gabriel's tongue pressed and probed, tasted and teased. The blond shuddered helplessly as his sweet spot was laved over and over until with a primal scream, his semen jetted free.

Gabriel flipped the pliant form, keeping David's hands pinned underneath the slender body, gazing with adoration at the glowing visage as he resumed his full human form. He kissed his mate's reddened lips, teeth tugging playfully at the lower lip and slipping his tongue into the warm, wet cavern to a wanton moan as David tasted himself. Moving lower, Gabriel licked clean all evidence of his lover's sexual surrender. Shifting quickly, he positioned himself to push his aching arousal into his mate's mouth as he began an insistent suckling of David's sated sex.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 02



David sucked enthusiastically at the head of Gabriel's engorged penis. His big mate still had him pinned helplessly and he loved every minute, the alpha male's primal dominance an electrifying aphrodisiac. David quickly realised Gabriel had no intention of spilling in his mouth. The Lycan never let more than the flared dome push past the blond's lips and David groaned as his shaft was worked effortlessly back into full hardness by a wickedly talented tongue. He gave a low groan as Gabriel moved swiftly. His knees were pushed back to align with his shoulders and his lover's hard, thick flesh rammed inside him setting up a hard, fast and deep rhythm. The blond's head thrashed mindlessly from side to side as his prostate was pounded mercilessly; it was the only part of his body he could move. He keened as he was inexorably pushed towards a second incendiary climax. Wave after wave of pleasure built up low in his belly and with a bite to his throat as the final catalyst David came hard.

Gabriel could sense his mate was getting close. He could feel tiny pulses of his lover's channel urging his own shaft to erupt. He concentrated on keeping up his thrusting, determined to bring David to completion first. His single-mindedness was repaid by the moan of his name as he bit down on David's throat with sharp teeth. He felt his husband's release bathe their bodies and he threw back his head to howl his own climax. He felt his seed fill his lover's spasming channel and he continued to thrust long after the last drop of his semen had buried itself in the beloved body.

"Feed," David's voice whispered huskily. Gabriel obeyed, sinking his teeth into fragile flesh and tasting the sweetness that was his mate. As he did he began to caress his lover's body. He tugged and teased taut, reddened nipples and stroked at sweat-sheened, satin skin. The soft cries of pleasure the erotic touches engendered had the big male swelling with pride and possession. *His* mate, his beloved David. He lapped closed the tiny wounds and moved to suckle at the breasts he'd tormented with his fingers. Small hands, having freed themselves from behind David's body, carded through Gabriel's now mussed mane of hair. Wordless sounds of contentment replaced heavy breathing as the lovers touched and soothed.

David pushed insistently until Gabriel lay back and then straddled his bigger mate. As large hands skimmed over his flanks, back, buttocks and thighs, the smaller man rooted out dark, thick nubs hidden in Gabriel's opulent chest fur. Thumbing one gently, he bathed the other with tiny licks before taking it into his mouth. For a long time the couple relished the simple intimacy, their touches expressing the depth of their love.

****

Wyl and Vincent turned as they heard the sounds of David and Gabriel approaching. The big Lycan appeared, dressed only in somewhat torn jeans, carrying his mate with ease. Vincent's laugh echoed around the glade as he saw the petit blond only wore Gabriel's shirt. Wyl's softer giggles bubbled free and soon all four were laughing as David was lowered to stand and stare at his barely-there clothing.

"Next time I let you out for a run, my husband, I'm taking spare clothing for me," the blond snickered. He was pleased to see that, although Wyl's cheeks had pinkened, the brunette was not overly embarrassed by his lack of attire. Even better, as they began to slowly meander their way back to the castle, Wyl was willing to join him and Gabriel in a game of running and dodging. 

David's sparkling sapphire eyes met Vincent's contented cerulean as the older vampire continued at his more sedate pace. He was overjoyed to see that Wyl was fast becoming an integral part, as much as a beloved member, of their family.

****

Once back in the castle the couples changed their clothes and their moods. It was a sombre group that met in the spacious lounge. To their shock, the two experienced vampires were unable to say assuredly what had killed the women.

"Their life-force was sucked from their bodies," Seamus said. "There also seems to have been sexual release, but not intercourse. If it was an incubus, it was none like I have ever encountered."

"Neither succubae nor incubi kill their victims," Vincent put in. 

"Nor do they gouge out a victim's throat," Coleran agreed. "In truth I have not heard of anything that attacks its victims in such a manner."

Wyl looked anxiously at the serious faces around him. Sometimes his new world seemed a place of wonder, at others a place of unutterable darkness. That those around him were unable to identify what had killed the poor women had him not a little frightened. He began to shiver slightly.

"Could it be some hybrid beast the rogues have created to terrorise humans?" Gabriel asked.

"I think not," Vincent mused. "They would test it elsewhere and use it where it would cause most fear -- a large metropolis. This place is too small. Coleran would know immediately if there were any of our more common adversaries in the area. This seems a single, premeditated attack. It is ... different ..." Vincent stopped his musings as he felt the tremors that now wracked Wyl's slender frame and he turned to see his lover staring with wide, frightened eyes towards the French windows.

"C ... cold," Wyl said, as he raised a shaking finger to point out at the darkness beyond.

Vincent rose immediately to his feet to be flanked by Seamus and Coleran.

"Protect our young ones," Vincent ordered Gabriel. He did not pause to even glance at the Lycan who had shifted into his larger, more dangerous form to stand growling menacingly in the direction of Wyl's fear. Instead, followed by Seamus and Coleran, he streaked outside. He would allow nothing to harm his Chosen. He had felt nothing until Wyl had spoken and then, at the periphery of his awareness, he had felt a malignant presence, something of infinite darkness. Whatever their nemesis was, it hid itself well that so many experienced individuals had failed to detect its presence. A motion had him, plus the others, swooping silently to restrain a struggling form.

They took their captive back to the castle only to find their prize was Marten looking angrily at them.

"Marten," Coleran sighed. "I have told you not to leave here alone until you are more in control of your powers. You could be hurt."

"I needed some freedom," Marten snarled, dragging himself free of Seamus and Vincent. "I'm going to bed."

Vincent watched him vanish. Something about the youngest vampire troubled him, but his concern was dragged back to Wyl.

The brunette was being held tightly by David, the smaller man rocking Wyl gently, and crooning nonsense softly, as the tremors abated. As the others looked over, David raised his head, still keeping his grip on the other man.

"I think Wyl may become a Sensitive," he declared.

"What is that?" Wyl asked, looking with concern into David's warm, turquoise depths.

"It's possible that although your normal five senses will be enhanced beyond that of a human, they may remain slightly less than one of us. Instead, your most enhanced sense will be your sixth." The blond gave a reassuring smile. "Whatever our adversary is, it can hide itself from us but not from you. At least not when it gets close," he added. "If you were more trained, you might be able to track it even further away."

Vincent held out his arms and David released Wyl to let the brunette burrow into his mate's protective embrace. He nuzzled into soft curls. The sour scent of fear was lessening and Vincent's protective instincts consequentially abated ... fractionally.

"Tomorrow evening Seamus and I will transverse the town. I may not sense it as strongly as my Chosen, but when we were out there I felt its presence." Vincent said as he held tightly to his lover.

"I will come with you," Coleran insisted. "It is my town, they are my people. I will not sit back and see them slaughtered as sheep."

Seamus nodded his agreement, seeing the fear in Vincent's eyes. Wyl might be the most sensitive to their unknown enemy, but none of them would willingly risk the youngest and most vulnerable member of their family.

****

Although Marten had been instructed to remain in the castle, he was restless. He needed to be outside and a raging erection throbbed angrily between his legs. He had already tried to assuage the sensation by use of his hand, but almost as soon as he had come, arousal reheated his veins and his shaft quickly refilled. He growled with a mixture of anger and frustration and then flung open his windows and took to the air.

He searched out his prey and dropped silently to take her from behind. She was pushed to all fours on the ground and Marten ripped frantically at the scrap of flimsy material that covered his intended goal. He pushed inside her, ignoring her whimpers of denial, and fingered her hidden mound. Within a couple of minutes he was rewarded by her first shuddering climax and he groaned his enjoyment as his shaft was milked, but he wasn't ready to come just yet. He tore at her blouse, fondling at her breasts, tugging at their firmness and the tight nipples. He licked at her throat reaching again between her legs as his hips pistoned frantically. He felt her approaching a second orgasm as he reached his own and, for a few minutes, all was grey as he emptied himself into her. As he floated in the aftermath, he felt pressure at his own throat and gave a soft moan. As awareness settled over him, he glanced furtively round, frowning, and rapidly ascended to return home.

The woman gasped at the intensity of the pounding. Although she did not want this, she was unable to resist the unsought pleasure the brutal attack brought with it. She moaned piteously as an unwilling orgasm was wrung from her, her body bucking against the strength of the one behind her. She whimpered as fingers reached again between her labia. Suddenly she realised that there was no pressure, nor fingers, nor was she penetrated, however her eyes were unable to open. She fought to see what was happening. She peeled back her leaden lids and her mouth opened in a silent scream of unbridled terror at the black, leathery visage that leered down at her. It did not stop her second orgasm. Even as it peaked, she felt herself sucked into a glacial, midnight-black vacuum. Her life had fled before the sharp teeth ripped the flesh at her throat. She never saw her attacker ascend into the air.

Sensing the malignant presence, three vampires swooped as one. Marten struggled furiously in the grip of Vincent and Seamus as he was returned to the castle.

****

Marten sat in stony silence as Vincent and Seamus questioned him about the blood on his shirt. They had begun their questioning as Coleran had been called away by one of his servants; however, despite their best efforts the younger man remained unspeaking. It was only when Coleran returned with a second bloodstained shirt that the detached, unconcerned facade began to fracture.

"You were wearing this two nights ago," Coleran said, his voice hard, clipped and icy. "The night the second victim was killed. Are you going to attempt to deny you were out?"

"I don't know where the blood came from," Marten said sullenly. "I didn't do anything wrong."

Before Coleran could speak again, he was approached by his butler. All watched as the message was relayed and Coleran's face drained of what little colour it possessed. He remained silent until the older man had left and then stared at Marten with undisguised loathing. 

"Another woman died tonight," he hissed.

"It wasn't me," Marten said, rising to face his Sire. "Coleran, please," he added, reaching to the older man. "I haven't killed anyone."

"I curse the day I found you," Coleran said, refusing to face the younger vampire. "I should have left you to die."

Marten's veneer of arrogance and indifference vanished and the others saw the soul-deep pain in response to Coleran's words.

"I swear," Marten insisted, his eyes now frantic. "Coleran, I would never ... "

"I put you in Seamus' hands. He may do with you as he wishes."

"I haven't killed anyone," Marten wailed, tears beginning to spill making him look like the fragile youth he actually was.

"I believe him." The small voice had all turning to look at Wyl with surprise. "I believe him," he repeated, a stain creeping over his cheeks, as he became the centre of attention.

"Why would you believe me when my own Sire will not?" Marten sniffed. Of all in the room, Wyl seemed the least likely to have taken his side and it left Marten confused as well as scared and distraught.

"The cold," Wyl whispered. "I can feel it ... out there," his eyes darted quickly towards the window. "But I've never felt it in you. I don't understand and I can't explain it," he added, looking desperately at his mate.

"Wyl has not been fully comfortable since we arrived," David said. "It has to be sensitive qualities beginning. What we thought was a past memory on arrival must have been his sensing our foe. Does the cold feel close, Wyl?" he asked.

"No, not close." Wyl frowned, wishing he could verbalise exactly what he felt. "But there's something familiar ... like when I know someone's a vampire."

"I may have turned someone," Marten said in small voice.

"Impossible," barked Coleran, turning to look at the young man.

"I was restless, I wanted to be loved. You always looked sorry you'd saved me, especially given my ... preferences. About two weeks ago I found myself with a woman. I'd never wanted women before, but she seemed so familiar, so desirable. We had sex and I remember her wish to be bitten. I've met up with her three times since."

"Two nights ago and again tonight for example?" Seamus asked. He received a nod in response.

"All this time I thought you resented me turning you," Coleran said, his voice softening. He came closer to the young man and then frowned. "Seamus, Vincent, what do you make of this?" He reached to touch Marten's throat.

The three oldest vampires gathered around the perplexed younger man and studied marks at his neck.

"He's been bitten, but these are no bites from a vampire," Vincent said, frowning.

"I said I'd turned someone," Marten sighed, unconsciously nuzzling into Coleran's hand, needing to feel the older man was no longer angry with him. He looked anxiously into the stormy, jade orbs. He gave a hopeful smile as Coleran's thumb began to stroke his jaw line.

"You aren't mature enough to turn anyone, Marten," David said. "Even Wyl couldn't. It would be disastrous if new vampires could turn others before they were comfortable with their new abilities. It will take many years."

"Another vampire's mark would have vanished by now," Vincent added. "Whatever fed from you is not of our kind."

"It seems to need sexual release," Gabriel growled. "That is the common factor between what Marten experiences and what happens to the victims. Is it feeding on the sexual energy in some way?"

"There is a powerful release of energy with orgasm," Seamus said. "That's really what succubae and incubi feed on. This thing wants more, though. It drains the very living essence from its victim, probably at the highest point of sexual release."

"There are many things that emerge to feed for short intense periods and then sink back into hibernation," Coleran said, his arm now around Marten's waist, holding tightly to the other man. "I think we have one of these creatures here. If we fail to find and stop it, it could disappear once more."

"I start feeling in real need of release," Marten husked, embarrassed. "Using, um, my hand, isn't enough. I have to go and find her."

"Marten, how do you feel after ... well, after," Gabriel queried.

"Drained as well as sated," the younger man confessed. "I just thought it was part and parcel of my new life. Um, she ... it ... wants me to be rough," he added, clearly distressed.

"Emotional energy," Seamus muttered. "I would suggest it feeds from Marten's emotional state as well as taking his blood, then in some way re-enacts its coupling with Marten with its human victim, draining them of all life in the process."

"How are we going to find this thing?" Marten asked, leaning into Coleran's embrace.

Eyes turned to Wyl who huddled close to Vincent.

"I'm the only one who can feel it," he whispered. "I have to find it."

"I think we have exhausted what we can do tonight," Vincent growled. "It's getting light. I suggest we retire and rest. We seem to have one night to find it before it will seek a victim and start to exert its influence on Marten once more."

****

Once alone, Coleran turned the young man in his arms. Their height and build were almost identical and they gazed, tentative turquoise into resolute emerald.

"I thought you despised me for being gay," Marten whispered. "You seemed so distant."

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you," Coleran murmured, his nose rubbing against that of his mate-to-be. "I wanted you even as you lay recovering. My fear was that you would think I had purposely turned you simply to have you. I hoped to woo you over time, to show you it was not base lust that motivated me, it was something much deeper, much purer."

"Then show me now, Coleran, please," Marten pleaded. He would get on his knees and beg if he had to.

"Come with me," Coleran whispered.

The two men ascended to the turret bedroom that Coleran had shown Seamus. He stripped Marten slowly, savouring the sight of each new piece of skin he uncovered before worshipping it with hands and lips. He took the straining erection into his mouth, instantly triggering Marten's climax, and joyfully swallowed all the younger man could produce. He laid the spent male on the bed and rapidly denuded himself. He stalked predatorily over the sated form, his smile feral and possessive. He had yearned so long to do this; nothing would stop him claiming the dark-haired youth for his own.

Marten groaned at the sight of Coleran crawling towards him, the desire in the darkened, verdant eyes making his sex twitch in anticipation. Part of him wished he was still virgin, another was simply rejoicing that he was finally going to be one with the handsome older man. He spread his legs invitingly, receiving a smile in return that made his stomach flip with undefined expectation. He began to writhe, even before Coleran's hands touched him, soft whimpers of need spilling from his lips.

Coleran pushed the long legs back, displaying Marten to his hungry gaze. There was no lubricant in the room and Marten was a long way from being able to produce his own. Coleran kissed the tightly closed portal, licking gently at furled flesh and revelled in the pleasured cry. He was aware of Marten's arms sliding under his own knees to hold himself open to his mate and growled his approval. His hands were now free. Still licking lightly, Coleran began to stroke and knead the alluring globes, then parting them. His thumbs slid towards the saliva-slick rosebud and slid inside, encouraging it to bloom. Marten's cries urged him on and his tongue pushed imperiously into heated depths. It stroked the silken inner walls, tasting, wetting, opening, making his mate ready to accept the flesh that would unite them.

Marten wordlessly begged his mate for more. He tried to pull himself impossibly open, making himself exposed and vulnerable as Coleran's tongue possessed his most intimate entrance. Again and again it delved, the older man's face now pressed hard against Marten's wide-spread cheeks until, with a drawn-out wail, the younger man felt it lave his sweet spot. Once, twice and then he was bereft of his mate. Before he could whine his distress, he was being filled with long, hard, thick flesh. Coleran's mouth ground possessively against his and he opened immediately, letting it own him. 




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 02



Coleran's hips thrust a solid shaft urgently inside him, ramming his prostate with every movement. Marten felt possessed, ravished, and loved beyond any doubt that might have tried to lurk in the insecure corner of his mind. A masterful hand began to stroke his neglected erection and teeth fastened at his throat. He was barely able to draw enough breath to breathe, much less vocalise his appreciation. As he felt the soft sucking, he fell apart. His orgasm thundered through his body, wracking him helplessly with its intensity. He moaned as he felt hot, wet juice fill his still clenching channel, the final part of his surrender to, and possession by, the older man. He let himself fall into an unending abyss of pleasure; sure his mate would be there to catch him.

Satiated orbs opened slowly, Marten gazed up at his lover, a contented smile on the older man's lips.

"I love you, Coleran," Marten said, burrowing against the solid strength of the warm body holding him tightly.

"I dreamt of hearing those words," Coleran said huskily, kissing his lover's brow. "I love you."

"But, but I'm not your Chosen," Marten suddenly gasped, trying to move.

"I have chosen you," Coleran said, soothing his mate. "There will be no other for me, or for you," he added with a dark, possessive growl. "I have claimed you and you are *mine*. There is still much for you to learn and understand, my love, but of this you can be assured. From this day forth, you are bound to me and I to you."

"Coleran, Coleran." Marten grasped tightly to his lover, as if afraid that if he let go the older man would vanish.

"Feed from me," Coleran's voice brooked no refusal. Panting, Marten positioned himself. He had only tasted the older vampire as his body had healed. Whimpering needily he pressed his teeth against the offered throat. He tasted power, passion and loyalty and let the warmth dissipate the last of his doubts. He *was* Coleran's mate. Carefully he licked closed the wounds and let the older man position them comfortably. He nestled close, sleep quickly overtaking him. 

As he rested, his new mate kept jealous guard swearing that, whatever their adversary was, it would not use his beloved again. He tightened his grip as Marten tossed restlessly, finally settling the younger man once more. As if he could keep the nightmares at bay by watching Marten, Coleran's eyes never left the younger man's face.

****

The next day passed slowly. Everyone felt the weight of the unknown presence although not even Wyl could sense it, despite his best efforts; Seamus and Coleran surmising that the creature rested by day and only became active at night. Vincent was clearly unhappy with the thought of Wyl being in danger. His possessiveness was also reflected in Gabriel and Coleran's behaviour, all men keeping their mates close and constantly ensuring Seamus was nearby. As evening approached, the men made their farewells. Seamus, Gabriel, Vincent and Wyl were going to scour the town in the hopes that Wyl would be able to track its presence. David was remaining with Coleran and Marten, no one certain of the influence the creature may have over the youngest vampire.

Gabriel hunted from the ground, going over the places of all three deaths to see if there was any residue, however faint, of the creature that he could use to track it to its lair. Above him flitted his family. Vincent almost wrapped around Wyl as the younger man tried to connect in some way with the presence they sought. He halted as he saw Wyl come to a standstill, hovering above him and then all three men descended.

"What is it?" Vincent asked. "Do you feel something?"

"No and that's what's worrying me. I feel, a ... an echo. I don't know how to describe it, but I can tell it's nothing recent."

"Perhaps this is not where it hides, but where it feeds," said Seamus, his tone edged with worry. "You felt it strongest at the castle, but we thought you were picking up something from Marten."

"Then the thing actually dwells near there and if it has some kind of link with Marten ..." Vincent gasped.

"And our more vulnerable members are at risk now," Seamus said, already streaking towards the castle.

The others followed as fast as they could.

****

Coleran watched anxiously as Marten tossed in his arms. The younger man had become aroused and his flesh strained against his pants, a damp patch steadily growing. His soft whimpers were almost more than Coleran could bear.

"It's out there," he growled. "I need to take care of it before it hurts him," Coleran said, surging to his feet.

"No, Coleran," David said quickly. "Marten will respond best to you. I will go out." The blond was already heading for the windows as he spoke. He reached out mentally to his mate, urging Gabriel to hurry, with a reassuring smile to Coleran he sped through into the dark woods.

It was just a few moments later when Marten gave a cry of denial.

"She's hurting him," he shouted to his lover. He raced outside, Coleran in his wake.

The older vampire had no difficulty in feeling their enemy. The cold that Wyl had felt seemed to reach into his bones. He gasped at he caught his first sight of the beast.

It might have been male, female or asexual, it was impossible to tell. Its upper half seemed to be a black leather-covered skeleton, the back covered in spines and ridges from which large, black wings were extended. Its arms terminated in long, razor-sharp claws. It stood on two powerfully-muscled, hoofed legs. The head was little more than a skull with an elongated maw filled with teeth that were long, thin and preternaturally sharp. Its skin looked almost burnt onto to its body and yet it possessed incredible suppleness. It twisted to see them approaching at an angle that seemed impossible. 

David struggled weakly in its embrace. Coleran could see skin had been torn from its chest and yet that seemed to have had no effect. Coleran couldn't suppress the shiver as he gazed into malevolent, vertically-slit, red eyes.

"Don't touch it," he warned Marten. He could see that the creature was somehow draining David of energy. "Try to pull David from its clutches as I attack."

Coleran circled the creature from above and it bent and twisted to follow his movements. He feinted once, twice and then dove for its throat in a flurry of teeth and claws. He was gratified that it seemed to relinquish its hold on the blond, younger man allowing him to attack with all the ferocity he possessed. The two combatants rose from the ground. However, each blow to the beast seemed to leave Coleran weaker without truly disabling his foe. 

He was taken by surprise by a manoeuvre that seemed to almost rotate the entire upper half of the beast and found himself slammed into the solid trunk of a large tree. As he shook his head to clear the dizziness, he saw the thick branch, aimed like a javelin, the creature thrust at him. Before he could react, Marten had intercepted the weapon. His scream of denial was matched by Marten's of pain. As the younger man fell, the older renewed his efforts. He was the only thing that could protect those in his care.

"You cannot save them." The voice in his head was like the dry rustle of dead leaves and sent a cold chill down Coleran's spine. This wasn't an unthinking beast. He could feel its intelligence, its malice, as well as an impression of great age. Yet there would be no reasoning with it. He could also sense its enjoyment of physical and psychological pain. It enjoyed killing, it was a part of its very nature. His own fears and worry fed it as effectively as his blood. "I will make you dust, the dark boy, too. He served his purpose well, but he is no use injured. His devotion to you will make your pain all the greater and sustain me longer. I will take the light child. Eventually he too will become dust, but by then I will be far away and able to rest for years to come."

A shriek of fury heralded David's return to attack, his teeth biting hard at the creature's throat, but sliding on the leather-like skin. Coleran moved to help, but a pain across his chest took his breath away as the creature gave a back-handed blow, spines cutting into Coleran's flesh. He dropped to the ground, close to his injured mate, and tried to gather his strength. He knew that the beast could not be beaten by one vampire alone; especially one already weakened by the creature's sapping abilities. He groaned with empathic pain as David's slight form was slammed brutally into the unforgiving wood of one of the trees. He forced himself to his feet and, as he did, heard the unmistakable shrieks of vampires in full blood-fury.

Vincent and Seamus simultaneously attacked, leaving Wyl to catch David and bring him to lie alongside Marten and Coleran. 

Attacked by two powerful vampires, the creature used other methods of defence. It sent visions of a beautiful woman pleading not to be hurt, then a beautiful young man. It showed them coupling with imaginary lovers, but the men remained resolute, attacking with teeth and claw. Then the pictures became of Wyl and David, bleeding and dying, pleading with the men to stop and still they slashed and fought. The creature gave a screech that heralded its realisation that the vampires could not be shaken. It tried to escape, using brute strength to begin to take to the air. Vincent latched to its back, his teeth biting at the point where a wing was attached to its body and it gave an undulating shriek as the joint was broken. The three bodies fell to the ground, a tangle of limbs, claws and teeth.

A howl echoed through the woods as Gabriel raced to join the fight. The Lycan attacked mercilessly to protect his mate and pack. His powerful jaws were more damaging than Vincent's or Seamus'. Their adversary's shrieks became distorted sounds as he savaged at its throat, instinct guiding him to his prey's weakness.

Coleran saw Wyl transfixed by the sight, his expressive eyes wide with shock and he realised the youth had not been fully involved in a battle before. He reached for the younger man and pulled him unresistingly to his chest. He positioned his body to ensure neither Wyl nor Marten could see the carnage. Under the combined attack, the creature was fading. Black fluid now oozed from multiple breaks in its hide and both wings were badly broken. Coleran watched as Gabriel ravaged the beast's throat until he had bitten his way through and the head fell severed from the body. A triumphant roar came from all three men as they surveyed the carcass. Then they turned towards Coleran and the others.

As Coleran finally relaxed, Vincent and Gabriel checked out their mates. Coleran now saw that Wyl had tended to Marten, pulling the makeshift stake from his shoulder and binding the wound. All-in-all, the older vampire felt that they had been fortunate. The creature had been more dangerous than expected. He smiled at pale-blue eyes that tried to assess Coleran's own injuries.

"I am fine," he smiled. He bent to kiss Marten gently. "We are all fine," he added. He watched as Gabriel, Seamus and Vincent dismembered the creature, keeping Wyl distracted by having him tend to David and check on Marten. Then it was bundled into sheeting that Seamus streaked to the castle to secure. Once they had it back home, Coleran would take them to the lower vaults and the thing would be incinerated in the large furnaces below the castle. He wouldn't feel settled until the foul beast was dust itself.

****

Gabriel and Vincent disposed of the beast's remains in the castle furnaces as the older man suggested. Its destruction by fire was overseen by Coleran who confessed he would only feel at peace when the flames had consumed the remains. They then returned to the lounge and gazed at the changes made. Chairs and ottomans had been pulled together as makeshift beds and the sofas were also covered in bedding. They had been positioned close to the roaring fire and where each could be seen by the other. Marten was feeding from Wyl's wrist on one converted sofa, David from Seamus in another. Coleran saw Vincent's nod of approval and moved to relieve Wyl, his mate nestling close as they cradled tightly on one of the converted sofas. Gabriel gave Seamus a grateful hug as he took his place with his mate.

Vincent settled with Wyl lying on his chest in one of the 'chair-beds', Seamus the other. For long moments the men were content to simply enjoy each other's company and know their enemy was no more. It had been a salutary lesson. The creature was an ancient evil none of them had encountered and it had taken combined strengths to defeat it. The wounds to lovers and friends could so easily have been so much more devastating. Vincent kissed Wyl's temple. He wished his Chosen had not experienced something quite so malignant so early in his new life. He smiled as Wyl reached to caress away the frown that furrowed his brow. He took the hand and kissed the palm, Wyl hugging him close in response.

"How is he, Gabriel?" Vincent asked, gazing towards at the small, blond form almost buried in his mate's embrace.

"Weak and bruised, but will be fine," the deep voice rumbled. He stroked the golden silk of his sleeping mate. "I am concerned at how tired he is."

"The fell beast drained life energy, my friend," Coleran supplied. "It ..." he sighed, Gabriel deserved the truth. "It was going to kill me and Marten and take David to sustain it before it resumed hibernation."

The low, feral growl came as no surprise as Gabriel tightened his grip on his mate.

"But it didn't." The voice was soft and weak, but still held enough defiance to make the others smile. Exhausted turquoise eyes gazed lovingly at Gabriel and the big Lycan nuzzled gently, kissing his lover as he stroked David's brow. 

Soon only Seamus and Vincent remained awake, their eyes flitting between each other and the members of a now extended family. Coleran had finally slipped into a healing sleep, as entwined with Marten as Gabriel was with David. The creature had reached deeply into the souls of the men. They had felt its emptiness, its desire to kill, a being that killed to live and lived to kill. It would take some time for the coldness that had touched them to dissipate. 

Vincent was not surprised to find that the lounge had become a bedroom. He felt the need to keep those he cherished close, just as he knew it was in the hearts of Seamus and Coleran. The love they shared would slowly reach deep inside and melt the beast's iciness. Vincent settled a little more, the imbued warmth of Wyl's soft body and rhythmic breathing beginning to work its magic on the bigger male. He reached out a hand and clasped Seamus' more chilled one receiving a smile of gratitude. As if the younger man was awake, Wyl's slender hand moved and came to cover their joined ones. Warmth permeated both older vampires and Vincent smiled at his mate, adoration in his eyes. They would all be fine.



Vampires and Lovers Ch. 03



 3 Power Corrupts


The big, golden male gazed enraptured at the lithe brunette who straddled him. As often as they shared their bodies, it still awed the older man that all this beauty was his and his alone. The dark tresses framed an angelic face, flushed and damp from their lovemaking. The expressive, espresso eyes were closed and the red, kiss-swollen lips open as the younger man panted at his exertions or mewled his pleasure. It was a sight that never failed to take Vincent's breath away. He reached to caress the smooth chest and gently tug at the tight, dark nipples, earning a low moan of appreciation. Keeping up the stimulation to his mate's sensitive nubs, he let his other hand ghost over satin-soft thighs to drift ever closer to the slender, rosy-hued erection that wept its desire. He thumbed a drop and brought it to his lips and groaned at the salty-sweet taste of his lover that exploded over his tongue. He began a slow stroke in time with his beloved's movements as Wyl rode Vincent's throbbing rod.

"So beautiful, angel," Vincent husked. "So good, so tight."

"Love to feel you in me, Vincent," Wyl panted, locking his scorching sienna orbs on his mate's of smouldering sapphire. "Come in me, make me come."

"Come for me, my Own," Vincent growled.

The deep, possessive, commanding tones, accompanied by a series of rapid, feral thrusts against Wyl's jewel, were an irresistible combination. He threw back his head with a cry of his lover's name and his crème pulsed white and hot against Vincent's lightly furred stomach and chest. He heard the roar of his name as his channel contracted around the rigid flesh impaling him and then the wet heat of his lover's seed filled him. Wyl felt himself rolled with preternatural speed as the last of his orgasm ebbed away. Then he moaned and shuddered as Vincent's fangs pierced his throat. The erotic caress triggered a second smaller climax and Wyl whimpered in Vincent's embrace.

"Feed from me, Mine," Vincent whispered as he tenderly positioned Wyl's head. He closed his eyes in pleasure at the sensation of the younger male's delicate suckling.

Wyl felt Vincent's powerful essence in every cell as he tasted his mate's blood. It seemed to flood his senses, threatening to overwhelm him. It would take many years for him to become accustomed to Vincent's potent elixir. He felt his mate's gentle touches soothing him and he tried to burrow deeper into the protective arms as he licked closed the tiny wounds.

"I love you so much, Vincent," Wyl sighed as he nestled against the bigger body. His sated body was relaxing in the languid afterglow, leaving him drowsy and lowering his defences.

"Sleep, my love," Vincent crooned. "We have a busy time ahead of us."

"Seamus mentioned you and Yasmin were...close," Wyl whispered. The tiny niggle of doubt that had rooted in his heart had finally blossomed into anxiety now they were so close to meeting this woman from his mate's past. He felt his head tilted and he gazed into Vincent's warm eyes.

"What I shared with her as opposed to what I have with you would be like comparing the heat of a candle to that of the sun. I have had lovers, my Own, but she is not one of them. By the time I met her, the call to find my Chosen was strong. We enjoyed each other's company not our bodies. I could not give her what she wanted and would not take advantage of her."

"I'm glad you kept looking," Wyl whispered, burying his head into the crook of Vincent's neck and shoulder.

"Never doubt your place at my side," Vincent rumbled. "You are my Chosen, the other half of my soul. I will love you, and only you, for eternity. The years I waited to find you were worth the emptiness now that I have you to fill my arms, my heart, my soul. Seamus has contacted her to let her know I have found you and we are Bonded. Yasmin is a very talented spell-caster and we will need her expertise to deal with our new challenge. Sleep now, my angel."

Wyl snuggled closer, Vincent's words banishing the last of the worry that had plagued him. He loved the bigger vampire more than he could ever express in mere words, but Vincent had found the ones to assure him he was loved as much in return. He let the thought ease him into sleep.

****

As Seamus drove the silver Mercedes slowly up the impressive driveway to the magnificent villa Yasmin owned, Wyl stared at it with wide eyes. It was a single-story, white stucco building. A veranda encircled it, its roof supported by pillars in matching coral pink. Red bougainvillea, pink roses and white jasmine scaled trellises whilst scenting the air. It was both a visual and olfactory treat.

"It's beautiful," Wyl murmured from his place between David and Vincent.

"Too many flowers," grumbled Gabriel from next to Seamus. A Lycan's sense of smell was hyper-sensitive and the mix of flowers was already proving too sickly-sweet for his taste.

"It will be better inside, love," David soothed. "Yasmin will keep her incense to a minimum and has promised there will only be small clusters of fresh flowers inside." The petit blond caressed the broad shoulder of his large, dark mate. He smiled indulgently at the huffed sigh and the stroke of Gabriel's hand across his own.

"Are we really looking for living mummies?" Wyl asked, looking at Vincent and then David. It still seemed like a plot for a movie to his naive mind.

"Not living, Wyl," David replied. "Simply animated corpses."

"Many of our kind can bend the will of a human to their desires. The danger is, if they are captured, they may remember something to identify their controller. But it is the easiest and preferred method of using a minion," Seamus said. "Some mages posses skill enough to animate golems, others have power and skill enough to use zombies to do their bidding. However, that is an uncommon and ancient power. Our adversary has taken a step beyond even this. I think they are trying to prove both their power and ancient knowledge. They have gone through the full processes of embalming and reanimation, troublesome, time-consuming and very draining for the necromancer. Few would bother with this today, even if the ability was not incredibly rare. Mummies are no more than mindless creatures existing by the will of their master but using one shows we are dealing with someone of unusual skill, strength and power of mind. These minions can't be stopped by gun or knife and will walk through fire or water. There is neither reason nor compassion."

"How do we stop them?" Wyl asked.

"Decapitation. Effectively the mage becomes the creature's mind. Detach its head and the mage cannot control its body. We then burn its remains to ensure it cannot be used again. They are highly effective killing machines," Gabriel growled. "They do not weaken under tooth and claw."

Wyl shuddered and then smiled as Vincent slipped an arm around his shoulders and David gave his hand a gentle squeeze. He had gone from having no one to being a part of a tightly-knit, loving family, from living hand-to-mouth to living in luxury. Although his new life had its dangers, he would not trade it, or the love he had found with Vincent and his new family, for anything. He took a deep breath and smiled at the other vampires. Whatever they faced, he would face it with them.

****

The men stepped out from the car and two servants, dressed in black harem pants and flowing tunics came to meet them. One began emptying the car whilst the other ushered them inside. The interior of the villa was no less impressive than the exterior. The hall had a white marble floor and the doorframes were black marble. The doors were mahogany, deep, rich, and almost sensuous. The walls were a soft cream colour and dotted with vibrant tapestries or had small niches inset which held talismans of gold, crystal and precious stones creating a bejewelled effect.

Wyl felt comforting warmth permeate his body as he looked around. There was almost a palpable, positive aura. He let it wash over him with a smile. Not much less than a year ago his home had been a bedsit where food was sometimes a luxury. Now his home was a penthouse suite and this villa just one of several magnificent homes he had visited. His smile widened as he remembered Coleran and the castle in Ireland.

"Vincent! How wonderful to see you again." 

The female voice in cultured English tones had Wyl's attention instantly diverted and he blinked at the coffee-skinned woman walking swiftly toward his mate. Her hair was a luxuriant jet black, reached to her waist and was adorned with crystal pins that added a shimmer as she walked. She wore a pant and sari outfit in white and gold that made her skin glow. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown as his own but almond shaped. She was a vision of loveliness.

However, it was not her physical appearance that caused Wyl's family to gasp, but the way she flung her arms around Vincent's neck and kissed him deeply.

Vincent kept his arms at his side and his lips firmly closed. He could not believe Yasmin would do this to him. She *knew* he was Bonded. This was a grave insult to his Chosen as well as likely to distress his young lover. He stared stonily at her, noticing the low-level arousal with a narrowing of his eyes, as she moved away with a look of confusion on her face.

Yasmin had been delighted to hear that Vincent and his family would be working with her. It had been many years since they had spent time together. Seeing him in her hallway, the blond's grace, power and natural raw masculinity had affected her in the same way as it had the first time they had met. She had intended the kiss to show she bore no ill-will that Vincent had kept away for so long. Although she had initially been hurt, she understood, and accepted, that Vincent desired to find his Chosen and did not, could not, love her. She glanced, puzzled, at Gabriel whose low, deep growl had caught her attention. Then she slowly took in all the shocked faces of those she considered good friends...and one other. Her eyes widened in horror. Vincent's aura and that of the slender, dark, young man were so entwined as to be one. An elegant hand flew to her mouth.

"What have I done?" she asked, distraught.

Vincent's nostrils flared. The arousal had fled leaving anxiety in its stead. The confusion seemed genuine and yet Seamus had rung and spoken to ....Ishmael. His infuriated, indigo gaze moved to the young man who stood some distance away. He could have been Wyl's twin brother, except for the darkness of his skin.

"Do you care so little for your sister that you would see her punished?" he growled ominously.

"You wouldn't hurt her, Vincent," Ishmael said in mocking tones. "You make such a performance of the so-called etiquette to be followed. Yasmin is one of your own kind and you and she..." 

Ishmael's voice was cut off as Gabriel lunged and pinned him by his throat up against the wall. Despite his desperate struggles, Gabriel's hold did not relax.

"Say the word, Vincent and I will teach this pup that etiquette is meant to be followed or there are penalties to suffer."

Vincent saw Ishmael's complacent look replaced by one of abject fear at Gabriel's furious visage and threatening words.

"You know the penalty for insulting my Chosen, Ishmael, whether it was your sister or you. Perhaps I should let Gabriel have his way."

"Vincent?" Wyl asked softly, but the restraining hand and shake of David's head stopped him speaking further.

"Vincent, I meant no dishonour or insult to your Chosen or to you. I did not know you had found him. I don't understand," Yasmin said.

"I called to let you know," Seamus said, his voice hard and angry. "We knew you had been away for over a year, cloistered to take your power to a higher level. I spoke to Ishmael. I gave him the news of Vincent's joy."

"This is Wylem Taylor, known to us as Wyl. He is my Chosen. We Bonded just under a year ago," Vincent said, his voice warm and proud as he drew Wyl to his side.

"I am honoured to meet you, Wyl and I apologise for my brother and for myself." As she spoke, Yasmin glanced at Vincent. Never had she seen such pride, possession or love ablaze in the big male's eyes. A quick peek at Wyl and she saw the same emotions reflected in espresso orbs. She could also now see that their auras were not simply entwined, they had merged. Vincent and Wyl were truly as one.

Wyl nodded and gave a shy smile, uncertain what was expected of him in these circumstances. He could see Gabriel still holding Ishmael and began to think this was perhaps the big Lycan's way of putting the other man in his place.

"Vincent?" Gabriel rumbled, cocking his head at Ishmael.

"He may go unpunished...this time," Vincent growled, giving a cold stare that made the young man in Gabriel's grip tremble even more.

With a grunt, Gabriel released his fingers and had already moved to wrap an arm around his own beloved Chosen before Ishmael had unceremoniously landed in a heap on the marble floor.

"If you and Wyl...There is an office, or I can show you to your rooms?" Yasmin said, pointing at a door tentatively. There was another look in Vincent's eye. 

"Show the others their rooms if you wish, but speak with your brother to ensure he creates no further mischief," Vincent rasped. The call to reaffirm his Bond with Wyl was rising and he had every intention of answering it. It would settle them both.

****

Vincent locked the door of the indicated office behind them, his eyes sweeping the room and taking in the black leather chaise-longue. The bigger male was certain Wyl would be feeling the bonding call as much as he and Wyl's body would produce enough of his lubricant with deliberate arousal. He swept the lithe body into his arms, thrusting his tongue deep into Wyl's willing mouth. The instant acquiescence of his lover tempered the fire that raged in Vincent's veins. He growled softly as Wyl's arms wound around his neck and the younger man opened his mouth wider, inviting him deeper. 

Vincent lifted his mate, never breaking the kiss, and laid him on the chaise-longue. In seconds he had denuded the lithe form and his mouth and hands were intent on an amatory assault, covering every precious inch of soft, warm skin. The tantalising scent of Wyl's arousal rose, filling Vincent's nostrils and he gently turned his mate onto his stomach. He parted the creamy mounds and gave a soft growl of approval at the drops of lubricant. He licked at the dilating rosette, encouraging it to bloom and open. The earthy-sweet taste had the bigger male almost tearing open his own jeans to release hard, damp flesh. 

Manoeuvring his Chosen so that the lithe body draped comfortably over the chaise-longue, Vincent stroked himself to distribute his copious pre-come and then lined his crimson-hued shaft against Wyl's dilated, glistening portal. He groaned as he slid into his lover's molten heat, each millimetre of his flesh surrounded by his lover's body and the tight sheath rippling its welcome.

"Mine," Vincent husked as he began a series of hard, fast thrusts. There would be time for long, slow and sweet later. At this moment he needed to reaffirm Wyl's place in his life and the Bond they shared.

"Yours," Wyl cried as Vincent's rod rubbed his sweet spot and his mate's hand pumped his eager erection. He came hard and fast, the feeling of sharp teeth at his shoulder coinciding with liquid fire filling his still spasming channel. 

All too soon, Vincent slid carefully from the sanctuary of Wyl's body, the younger man silently mourning the loss of their intimacy. Then Wyl murmured his appreciation at the tongue that licked at his most private place. He was tenderly rolled onto his back and the tongue bathed his depleted sac and softening sex. He smiled as Vincent's still-clothed body blanketed his naked form.

"My Own, my Chosen," Vincent whispered. "I love you, Wyl."

"I love you, Vincent," Wyl replied, pulling the beloved face down for a long, deep kiss.

For a few moments, the couple enjoyed the simply intimacy following their passionate coupling. Then Vincent pulled Wyl to his feet and helped the younger man dress.

"Are you ready to join the other, angel?" he asked solicitously. 

"I'm fine," Wyl replied. He knew his cheeks would pinken when he joined them. However, it had been what he and Vincent needed. He smiled into his mate's broad chest. "I'm fine," he repeated.

****

Vincent guided Wyl to the room he thought Yasmin most likely to have left the rest of his family. He smiled to find the others waiting, their anxious faces softening into answering smiles. David was sitting in Gabriel's lap and at Vincent's nod, the big Lycan visibly relaxed, nuzzling at his own mate.

"Yasmin is 'speaking' to Ishmael," Seamus affirmed. "She is genuinely distressed at the whole incident."

"If she wasn't I would not have been so forgiving," Vincent replied. 

"We must ensure this doesn't interfere with our mission," Seamus said, ruffling Wyl's dark hair as the younger man sat next to him.

"It won't," Vincent affirmed. "It was not a deliberate act against Wyl. Perhaps now Ishmael will take things more seriously regarding our world and its protocols."

"Surely Ishmael is one of us?" Wyl asked.

"He has his sister's longevity, but as yet has shown no signs of any mage powers. Because he rarely involves himself in our world he is ignorant of proper behaviour amongst our kind," Seamus said. "However, I never expected him to be quite so stupid."

"Let's put it behind us and move on," Vincent said, taking his place next to Wyl. "We have a new challenge to face and we need to work as a team."

****

It was only a few more minutes before Yasmin arrived, with a chagrined Ishmael in tow, to escort the men to the room set aside for their discussions. The thick, black velvet curtains effectively blocked out the light and the room was illuminated by candles and lanterns. There was a mild aroma of rose in the air and numerous energy crystals were present. The group sat cross-legged on large, soft, floor cushions at a low table as Yasmin spoke.

"Our adversary seeks the Amulet of Vashti," she said. She gave Wyl a soft smile, aware that the newest member of the group was unlikely to know of it or its history. "It is an amulet of power. Originally created to amplify a mage's powers for any individual spell, it was stolen by a practitioner of necromancy who tried to pervert its use to only the black arts. When recovered, a spell-caster of light attempted to reverse this and in some way the amulet became imbued with power of its own. It is now as likely to act against its user as with them. Its power also increased and so it was decided it was safer to destroy it than keep it. It could be broken into five pieces, but nothing less. So the star points were given to spell-casters across the world and I inherited the centrepiece."

All eyes moved to the pink crystal on a long gold chain around her neck that nestled just beneath her breasts.

"Because of its unpredictability, no one has bothered with it for centuries. However, two mages are dead and two star points missing. One of the remaining holders was already in this country and the other has been brought here for their own protection. We will be part of the group helping guard them, but also trying to establish who we face. It was deemed that I would be safe enough in your company. The first spell-caster to be killed was not thought to be the guardian of the star point and so we were caught off-guard."

"It must be another spell-caster," David said.

"Magic is certainly involved, but we don't know who they are or who they work with. The use of mummies is almost unheard of now and requires a mage of great skill, power and mental ability. The talent is also ancient and arcane and beyond the knowledge and strength of most mages I know. It is not an aptitude I possess," Yasmin said. "Yet if more than one spell-caster were working together, I cannot see how they intend to use the crystal. It will only work for one individual at best. Many eyes are watching rogues and dark mages and yet none appear to be our foe. I have asked a sister spell-caster to assist us. Ayesha has been a friend for many years."




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 03



A derisory snort from Ishmael had all eyes turning upon him.

"I don't like her," he said defensively. "Or her manservant."

"Ayesha goes nowhere without Khalid. She and Ishmael have never taken to one another."

"She's aloof with everyone except you and after she goes you are exhausted," he said animatedly.

"That is because we work hard," Yasmin replied swiftly. "You are not to cause more difficulties with another friend, Ishmael. The time for youthful malice or mischief is past. I need you to be a man for me."

"You never listen to me," Ishmael pouted.

"Perhaps when you have something worth saying I will," Yasmin countered.

"You have shown scant regard or respect for us, Ishmael, even though you are one of us," Seamus pointed out.

"I have no powers. Only Yasmin is a mage," Ishmael said sullenly. "I can only see through a scrying ball intermittently and then only images in this house and grounds."

"Some mage's powers take many years to surface. You are still but a youth. Don't assume you have nothing to contribute and don't disregard the protocols we have. They are a part of your heritage," Seamus said.

"Ayesha and Khalid will arrive tomorrow," Yasmin said, rising and indicate the others should also stand. "We have a few hours before we need leave to watch over our allotted guardian. I have arranged for a meal in a couple of hours and thought you might like to rest first."

****

Alone in their room, Gabriel made short work of stripping his willing lover and denuding himself. His arousal had been simmering since Vincent and Wyl had reaffirmed their Bond, the sated scent of those he loved as brothers inexorably fuelling his own desire to mate. His long, hard flesh throbbed and dripped as he loomed over the smiling, diminutive blond. He returned the smile before licking from David's collarbone to his ear, nibbling on an alluring lobe to a soft moan of appreciation.

"You are my world," he husked. "I love you."

"Love you, want you. Take me, Gabriel," David whispered, reaching to caress his lover's face. His own rod was hard against his stomach and he knew he was equally aroused as his bigger mate. He dropped his hands to find and gently pinch dark nubs hidden in Gabriel's opulent chest fur. He tilted his head and offered his throat, signalling his willing submission to his Lycan alpha mate. He moaned again as sharp teeth grazed his bared flesh.

Gabriel eagerly accepted the hot, sweet essence of his lover. A low, rumbling purr reflected a mixture of his pleasure and possessiveness. Despite his mate's smaller frame, Gabriel was well aware that he and David were of almost equal strength. It humbled the Lycan to know that the blond vampire always willingly offered himself, truly wanted Gabriel inside him, loved and desired him with a passion that was also equal to his own.

Intent on showing his mate just how much he was loved, Gabriel licked closed the tiny wounds on David's neck and pressed open-mouthed kisses towards the irresistible pink buds that adorned the smooth chest. He licked them in turn before treating them to tender suckling and gentle nips until both were diamond-hard and reddened and David writhed with need. Gabriel heeded the siren call of his lover's pre-come. Its silvery trails glistened across a toned abdomen and he assiduously licked his mate clean.

He nuzzled David's sac, feeling its weight, heavy with his lover's unspent need. He took one precious orb in his mouth, rolling it reverently, slowly, relishing the pleas spilling from David's lips. Releasing the one, he repeated his actions with the second as he pressed lithe legs up and out. Growling softly as he reluctantly relinquished his prize, he spread David wide to his predatory gaze. The small dusky-pink rosette was already dilated and glistening with his lover's lubricant. He lapped slowly, savouring the musky-sweet flavour, letting the taste excite him further.

Gabriel positioned the plum-hued head of his sex at his mate's pulsating portal and pressed forward. He felt his lover's legs wrap around his waist, small heels digging insistently into his buttocks. With a low howl of uninhibited joy, Gabriel flexed his powerful haunches and drove deep into welcoming heat. The cry of pleasure that spilt from David's lips told the Lycan he was striking his lover's sweet spot and urged him to thrust harder, faster and deeper.

David writhed beneath his bigger mate, delighting in the feel of the strong, furred body. His trapped shaft rubbed between their bodies, but as a long-time Bonded pair, David knew he could come just from the fact that it was *Gabriel* inside him. He gave a cry of his mate's name as the Lycan bit down on his shoulder, knowing the alpha male sought to leave a tangible mark. The possessiveness of his lover was a potent aphrodisiac and David could feel himself hurtling towards an incendiary climax. Waves of pleasure from low in his belly began to crash over him and dulcet bolts coalesced into one single irresistible force. His back arched, despite the weight of his mate, and a fountain of pearlescent seed jetted from his sex to anoint their bodies. His shout of Gabriel's name was drowned by the roar of his own and he moaned as hot juices filled his spasming channel.

As he came down from his shared orgasmic high, David languished in a sated afterglow. Smiling, he savoured the feel of Gabriel's full weight on him. Desultory thrusts from the big Lycan's hips continued to send pleasurable aftershocks through his body as his lover's slowly softening sex lightly caressed his jewel. He gave a wordless mewl of loss as Gabriel moved. 

"Oh that's nice, love," he then murmured appreciatively, spreading his legs wider.

Gabriel's unseen smile was feral as he carefully withdrew from David's tender depths and began to lick his lover clean. The taste of his seed inside his mate's body had the bigger male purring with pleasure and the sated scent appeased the beast that dwelt within him. He moved slowly up the supine form, licking the alabaster skin clean of every drop of his lover's precious crème. He worshipped the perfect pinks nubs once more as David's small hands carded through his hair, before he finally mated their mouths. As the kiss ended, his rolled their bodies to cradle David to his chest.

"Feed from me, beloved," he urged, offering his throat as willingly as the blond had earlier in their lovemaking. He gave a deep rumble of satisfaction as sharp teeth pierced his skin and he felt the dainty suckling of his lover.

Davis sighed his pleasure as he tasted Gabriel's rich elixir. His husband's furred skin was a pleasurable contrast to the smoothness of his own and large, strong hands stroked from his shoulder blades to his buttocks where they squeezed proprietarily. He gave a wriggle of his rear as he licked closed the tiny puncture marks earning a soft laugh from his mate. He rubbed his face in the soft fur of Gabriel's chest and sucked at each succulent nipple he discovered. Finally he gazed down at his Bonded mate, twinkling turquoise orbs meeting satiated sienna.

"I love you," David whispered.

"And I you, my angel," Gabriel replied, wrapping his arms around the slender form. He smiled as David snuggled close, murmuring his appreciation as the small vampire resumed his loving ministrations at his breast. For a short time, at least, the impending danger was forgotten as the couple immersed themselves in the love they shared.

****

Angelica, the spell-caster the group were assigned to protect, had the appearance of an elderly lady who fussed like a grandmother over Wyl and David to the amusement of the rest of their family.

"One of the main problems with a mummy is that there is nothing to alert us of their presence. There is no aura, no scent until they are already too close, no mental emission," she explained to Wyl. "However, because they are time-consuming to create and take such a vast store of power to control and use, it has been many, many years since we have been challenged by one making use of them," she complained, looking at her fortified door.

"Or we would be swept away by a vast mummy army?" Wyl guessed.

"Exactly," Yasmin affirmed. 

Wyl suddenly gave a shiver and his eyes moved to stare towards a barricaded window.

"What do you feel, my Own?" Vincent asked immediately, noticing with pride that the others turned as one to focus on their youngest member.

"I don't know," Wyl said truthfully. "Something...so very faint...but ...something dark, Vincent."

"Is there something wrong?" Angelica asked, as she was flanked by Yasmin. The two women looked anxiously at the others.

"I don't feel anything," Yasmin said, frowning.

"Wyl has Sensitive qualities," David replied, his eyes still focused on his chosen brother. "If he feels something, we need to be on our guard."

For a moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, Yasmin watched as Vincent and the others stood around Wyl as he stared into a distance only he could see. She looked at the dark beauty, his face a mask of concentration, who clearly felt something beyond the abilities of herself or the others. She found herself tensing as Wyl's wide eyes turned to his soul-mate.

"Closer, Vincent," he whispered.

"Take Angelica up to her bedroom, Wyl," Vincent ordered. "David, take position outside. Remember that only decapitation will stop this creature."

"Its master won't be expecting a mounted defence," Seamus said. "We will have the advantage."

"I smell death," Gabriel growled, his body already in its near-feral Lycan form. "Well covered."

The others nodded, picking up on the distinctive scent which sporadically reached them now they were actively seeking it.

"It would have been upon is if not for Wyl," Seamus whispered, turning off the lights. He pushed Yasmin into a corner, the dark no disadvantage for the rest of his family. "Stay behind me," he cautioned the younger woman.

The attack was sudden, silent and a shock. Not one, but two mummies crashed into the room, their intent not the amulet, but attacking Vincent, Seamus and Gabriel.

From his position on the stairs, David listened, puzzled, to the sounds of fighting downstairs. It seemed more intense than he anticipated, but he was certain that no mummy would get past his family. The sound of breaking glass and a cut-off scream had him flying into the bedroom he guarded. He bit back his gasp as he saw two mummies attacking. Wyl was engaged with one whilst the other was methodically crushing Angelica's windpipe. He could see the spell-caster's white light at the creature's neck repelled by dark. Without further hesitation, he launched himself into the fray.

Gripping the creature attacking Angelica tightly around the waist with his legs, he put all his strength into wrenching off its head. It should have been an easy task, however, there appeared to be power protecting the creature's neck, the dark light glowing as David flexed and strained his muscles. He was helpless to react as Angelica was dropped and the creature reached to pull him from its back to send him flying into Wyl and the other combatant.

Growling, David was on his feet almost instantly, but the creature was already removing the star point, Angelica too weak to prevent it. As he prepared to rush it a second time, it turned to face him. There was a black, malevolent glow where its eyes should be and then two bolts of black light struck the blond vampire in the chest and he crumpled instantly.

Wyl had been struggling with the second creature, their strength equally matched, when he felt his opponent lose power. Not wasting any time, he lunged for its weak spot. He gripped the back of its head and its jaw and wrenched as hard as possible. The head came away and he threw it aside with an exclamation of disgust. The beheaded body still moved, but sluggishly, its motions slowing as Wyl stood. He gave a cry of distress as he saw both Angelica and David lying unmoving.

His sharp eyes caught the movement of the spell-caster's chest and so he moved to his chosen brother. Two circles in the centre of the blond's chest still smouldered and Wyl immediately patted the singed clothing and lifted the shirt to check the wounds beneath. The pale chest was marred by twin burns, but to Wyl's relief, David seemed to be reviving. Wyl opened his wrist and held it to David's mouth, the smaller vampire accepting the offering with some difficulty. Wyl watched anxiously as dimmed turquoise eyes fluttered open.

"Amulet?" David husked.

Wyl shook his head.

"Angelica?"

"Alive, but I don't know how badly she's hurt," Wyl said. 

At the sound of the door bursting open, Wyl whirled, adopting an attacking stance until he saw it was Vincent and Gabriel. He sagged as he recognised his family. He stepped away as Gabriel rushed to tend to his fallen mate and watched with worried eyes as Vincent checked Angelica. He glanced back to the doorway as Yasmin and Seamus appeared.

"How's David?" Seamus asked, seeing the Lycan bent over the fallen vampire.

"Sore and disgusted he did so badly, but he'll be fine," David answered for himself, trying to reassure his concerned family. "It discharged some kind of energy bolt from its eye sockets," he added.

"We were lucky, Yasmin was able to deflect them," Seamus said. "There was some kind of protective spell preventing us from decapitating them. But Yasmin mounted a concentrated counter-attack and managed to weaken it enough for us to destroy one. The other got away."

"These were no ordinary mummies," Yasmin said, her face still pale with shock. "I have never heard of anyone able to direct more than two creatures at one time and yet we were attacked by three," she said shakily, her eyes focused on the fallen creature.

"Four," said Wyl quietly. "One got away with the star point."

"We need to get these things destroyed and aid for Angelica," Seamus sighed. He, Vincent and Gabriel had taken a hard enough beating from the creatures and David clearly needed time to regain his strength and heal. As bad as all that was, worse still was the knowledge they had failed and their nemesis now had three pieces of the amulet.

****

Vincent ushered Wyl under the warming spray of the shower and, soaping his hands, began a slow massage of his lover's body that cleaned and soothed in equal measure. He was unsurprised at the surge of his sex. His mate was warm, naked and unhurt and the older vampire's body sought to affirm their love and their life. Wyl murmured wordlessly, clearly reacting to Vincent's touch and scent, turning to offer his body to the bigger male.

"You are too tired, my angel," Vincent whispered solicitously, ignoring his lower body's demands. He completed their shower and dried them rapidly. In a heartbeat they were under a thick duvet and Vincent cradled Wyl to his body in their bed. He growled at the erection pressed into his thigh, unable to ignore his lover's need. He positioned Wyl to feed and caught their swollen shafts in a powerful grip, stroking as his young lover fed. 

Wyl drank willingly, needing the strength of his mate and the intimacy of the act. He moaned at the sensation of the strong hand squeezing and pumping him alongside Vincent's own hard flesh as the potent elixir slid down his throat. He barely had time to lick closed the tiny punctures before his orgasm was washing over him and he whimpered helplessly into the broad chest. Strong arms wrapped tightly around him and he willingly gave himself into Vincent's care.

"Sleep, my beloved," Vincent whispered tenderly. "I will guard you."

It was long hours later before the older vampire felt secure enough to grant himself the luxury of a couple of hours of true sleep.

****

The next morning, everyone gathered together. David came in with Gabriel and looked paler than normal. His normally sparkling blue eyes were dull and weary. He admitted to feeling drained of energy, despite feeding from both Seamus and Vincent.

"I fear I will be of little use today," he said tiredly, his smile a pale imitation of his normal one. He hugged Wyl as the brunette came over to him, anxiety in the espresso orbs. "Thank you for taking care of me, little one," he added. "You did well, Wyl."

"I wish I could have done more," Wyl replied, blushing.

"I don't know of any single mage capable of controlling so many minions," Yasmin said. "And to be able to strike with such force as well, perhaps Ayesha may have some ideas."

David ruefully rubbed at his chest. Despite his recuperative powers, the burn marks still ached. He smiled as Gabriel enfolded him in a protective embrace, nuzzling at his neck. Gabriel had barely let him out of arm's reach since the previous night.

"A couple of spell-casters could be working in tandem, increasing their power that way," Seamus said thoughtfully.

"Or could one be some kind of ...of power source...generator, if you like, for another?" Wyl asked.

"That's an original concept," Yasmin said, tilting her head, considering the idea. 

"We've already dealt with something that we had no name for," Gabriel growled. "It's certainly worth considering. Sometimes we can become as blinkered and complacent as those we protect."

"Wyl may not know much of the denizens of our world, but we already know from experience that it would be foolish to dismiss a theory just because it doesn't fit our preconceived notions," Seamus added ruffling the brunette's hair.

"I understand," Yasmin smiled. "I cannot speak for Ayesha, but I will certainly bear the idea in mind, Wyl."

Wyl smiled from his place at Vincent's side. He felt proud that his family had shown him such support. His smile faded a little as he watched David be walked by an attentive Gabriel to sit, eyes closing, as though too tired to remain standing. He was thankful the blond had not been more badly hurt and silently prayed that, with Ayesha joining them, they might find and defeat their nemesis before anyone else was hurt. 

****

In deference to David's lingering fragility, he and Gabriel had retired to bed to rest again before Ayesha and Khalid arrived.

Wyl watched from Vincent's side as Yasmin welcomed the couple into her home. In Wyl's eyes, Ayesha was very beautiful, but it seemed somehow artificial. Yasmin wore makeup to enhance her natural beauty, but it was as though Ayesha used her face as a canvass and cosmetics to create a living work of art. She wore an electric blue, silk trouser suit that emphasised full breasts, a small waist and swaying hips. Her raven-black hair was in a complicated style that was held in place by jewelled combs, her perfume heavy and cloying. Her skin was a shade or two darker than Yasmin and she gave an aura of detachment as she looked around.

Behind her, standing like a silent sentinel, was Khalid. He was taller and broader than Gabriel. His skin was as dark as ebony and just as smooth. His skull was shaved and the gold waistcoat, which was all he wore on his torso, was open to display a powerful chest and solid six-pack of abdominal muscles.

The pair made a striking couple, but Wyl could not help the shiver as he completed his almost covert assessment of the newest members of the team. It was as though an invisible wall separated Ayesha and Khalid from the others, even Yasmin, and he took an instant dislike to the arrogant mien of the darker woman. 

"They seem so distant," he whispered to his mate.

"Yasmin is a long-time friend. Most spell-casters like to project an image of mystery, although I would say Ayesha does not like mixing with others not of her kind."

Ayesha stepped back from her greeting of Yasmin to survey the men she was now being introduced to. The green-eyed blond had some possibilities, but the blue-eyed blond was better. However, he seemed joined at the hip to the slender brunette. Ayesha gave a minute wrinkle of her nose. The dark vampire was too delicate. A sound had her turning. Now this was more like it. Ayesha openly appraised the Lycan. She liked, dark, powerful and masculine and this one was all three. Ignoring what Yasmin was saying, she swayed predatorily towards the big male.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 03



"I am Ayesha," she announced regally. "And you are quite magnificent."

Gabriel growled warningly at the scent of arousal coming off the newcomer. Under normal circumstances he would be more tactful, but his concern for his mate had his temper frayed.

"Gabriel's Bonded mate was hurt last night," Yasmin said hastily, rushing to Ayesha's side to avert what she could see as an impending disaster. "He is particularly protective this morning."

"Gabriel?" David emerged from their doorway, rubbing at his eyes, looking frail and child-like. He smiled as his lover swept him into his arms and nestled against the powerful chest with a sigh.

"Take him back to bed, Gabriel," Seamus urged. He, too, could feel the undercurrent between Ayesha and Gabriel. "We can update you on our progress later." He moved to put himself between the retreating Lycan and Ayesha's cold, angry gaze. "I am Seamus. Permit me to formally introduce you to my family; Vincent and Wyl, a Bonded pair and you have seen Gabriel and David who are another. Any hurt to his mate has Gabriel unsettled." He hid his frown of annoyance at the distant greeting offered by Ayesha. In his opinion, the woman was too full of her own importance and it boded badly for working as a cohesive team.

****

Yasmin guided them to the room that had been used the previous day for them to discuss ways forward and analyse what had happened when trying to protect Angelica. 

Seamus, Vincent and Wyl were happy for Yasmin to be their spokesperson when bringing Ayesha up to date with what had already transpired. They used the opportunity to surreptitiously watch the other spell-caster. At the notion of two mages working in tandem or, as Wyl had suggested, one as a 'power generator' for another, she merely wrinkled her nose. It seemed apparent that her tacit disapproval was expected to be enough to dismiss a theory.

Time passed swiftly but frustratingly. Ayesha making it apparent that anyone not a mage could not possibly come up with a theory of any value concerning them or how they might have commanded a small army of minions.

The sound of the door opening brought a much-needed respite for Seamus, Vincent and Wyl. They smiled as David and Gabriel entered, the small vampire looking more like his usual self. He sat next to Wyl and Gabriel sat as close to him as possible, an arm still around the slender male.

"Ayesha, allow me to formally introduce you to the others of my family; David and Gabriel, a Bonded pair," Seamus smiled.

Ayesha's eyes flicked briefly over David's form, but lingered hungrily over Gabriel's. She took no notice of the ominous growl as the Lycan reacted to the blatant stare.

"Gentle, love," David soothed softly. "There is no challenge to our Bond."

"Ayesha, please," Yasmin said, desperately. "They are Bonded."

"I am merely appreciative of a magnificent male, my dear," Ayesha replied.

Wyl frowned. To his ears, her voice was as cold and brittle as her demeanour. 

"To behave thus is considered ill-mannered around those who are Bonded," Vincent growled. "To continue such behaviour after being warned becomes foolish, insulting and dangerous."

The words were delivered in a low, deadly tone which seemed to finally catch Ayesha's attention. Her eyes left Gabriel and stared icily at Vincent. Her smile was a movement of lips only and was devoid of warmth or humour.

"You may continue, Yasmin," she said in clipped tones.

The room seemed suffused with an Arctic chill as Ayesha, never less than polite, dismissed anything Seamus or Vincent suggested. 

Wyl had been warned that not all the denizens of his world could work successfully together. However, it seemed to him that Ayesha was being deliberately negative or non-supportive. He cast sad eyes as Yasmin who was so clearly frustrated with the other mage and yet seemed unable to move Ayesha from her entrenched position.

"I think we've gone as far as we can," Yasmin said tiredly. "I'll arrange for food to be served and we should retire early and re-evaluate further tomorrow when we are all fully rested."

Ayesha and Khalid immediately rose to their feet and moved to leave. As she passed Gabriel, he growled and stared at the freely bleeding scratch on his upper arm.

"So sorry," Ayesha called carelessly over her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" David asked, as Gabriel rubbed the small scratch.

"I'm fine, beloved. Let us go and rest before we eat."

****

Yasmin scowled at Ayesha and her manservant when they were the only three still up.

"You were deliberately awkward," she accused. "We need to work together."

"Bats and wolves cannot help. We spell-casters must stick together," Ayesha replied."Perhaps the one who seeks the amulet can destroy all our foes. We have only the word of Old Ones as to its dangers."

"You sound more like Ishmael," Yasmin chided. "Would you want to trust one who has killed others of our kind? Who would decide friend from foe? I would not want to rely on something that had been perverted and empowered by the black arts."

"It just needs one of the right strength of mind to control it," Ayesha purred, moving closer to Yasmin, a smile on her face. "You are always so straight-laced," Ayesha said huskily. "But I know the other side of you."

Yasmin was caught in a strong embrace as Ayesha pulled her into a hungry kiss. Almost unthinkingly, she returned the kiss, eagerly thrusting her tongue deep into Ayesha's open mouth. She moaned as Khalid came up behind her, his hands finding their way past her clothing to squeeze one nipple and play with the piercing in the other. She was not in love with either Ayesha or Khalid, but the sex between them was incendiary and, following the events at Angelica's home, Yasmin wanted...needed the oblivion that came after an intense session with them.

Wordlessly they hurried to Yasmin's room. She was almost manhandled between Ayesha and Khalid as they stripped her, pulling, tugging, pushing at her until she was naked on her bed. Already her nipples ached from hard pinches or squeezes from Khalid who straddled her upper body. He wrapped one large hand around both her wrists, keeping her hands over her head. He pushed his prodigious shaft towards her mouth and she opened, taking it deeply and beginning to suck as he reached back to continue his assault on her breasts and nipples. She moaned as her legs were spread and her lower lips pushed wide and then Ayesha's tongue was laving her mound as the other mage's fingers thrust into her slick opening.

Yasmin was never allowed to touch the others or direct the coupling and its animalistic intensity always skated the edge of pleasure and pain. She found the helplessness erotic and never challenged for dominion, especially since the orgasms, and there were always more than one, were stronger and longer than any other she experienced. There was one thing for which she was secretly glad, however. Although once inside her body Khalid seemed to climax with her, he never came inside her. Then conscious though fled as Ayesha's tongue became more demanding and her teeth raked at Yasmin's sensitised clitoris. She moaned around Khalid's hard flesh, instinctively swallowing the bitter pre-come. Then, eyes fluttering, she came hard. She writhed and convulsed as much as her restrained body was allowed before collapsing, panting in the aftermath.

Yasmin unresistingly allowed her body to be positioned as Khalid willed. She was face down, the big male always taking her from behind. A pillow helped cant her hips upwards so he could reach between her labia and roughly rub at her already sensitised mound. He drove into her with strong, deep thrusts, her body rocking forward with each powerful motion. She moaned at the dual assault and then whimpered as Ayesha's fingers reached beneath her to twist her nipples in time with each shove of Khalid's hips. Yasmin hands clutched helplessly at the bedding as she felt her body react once more. She panted harshly as Khalid's thrusts came faster and harder and his fingers seemed to inflame her hidden flesh. Ayesha now had one hand holding her head down onto the bed, the other between her shoulder blades. As her second climax detonated with devastating intensity, she neither saw nor felt the golden light that emitted from her body at the direction of Ayesha's hand that now hovered over her back.

Ayesha watched dispassionately as Yasmin was propelled to another orgasm. Her smile was cold and cruel. This coupling had nothing to do with love and everything to do with power. Her eyes moved to lock with Khalid's and the big man nodded. Her smile widened. She held Yasmin's head down to ensure the other woman could not see what was happening. As Yasmin's climax hit, Ayesha reached to take power from her sister mage which took the form of golden light. She could remove it, but not store it. Instead she directed it to Khalid whose body glowed and he convulsed as if in the throes of passion. As Yasmin's body became motionless, Ayesha ceased her draining influence and Khalid's body stilled, the big man panting harshly.

Khalid pulled carelessly from the insensate woman's body, gazing dispassionately at her and then at his Mistress for direction. His purple-hued erection jutted upwards with painful intensity.

"Dress and I will take care of that in our own home," Ayesha said, her clothing already back in place. She pulled a sheet over Yasmin's unmoving form as Khalid obeyed her command. Wordlessly she led the way from Yasmin's room.

In the crystal scrying ball that Ishmael could sometimes make work, the young man gasped as it showed Ayesha and Khalid leave Yasmin's room. He could tell more than just talking had occurred and he blushed scarlet, wishing the image to change. Then he became riveted as a few words reached his ears.

"...take from Yasmin..." Khalid was saying.

"...drain her power...helpless..." Ayesha was replying.

"No, no, no," Ishmael chanted as the picture flickered and vanished. He nibbled anxiously at his nails. Could he be sure of what he had seen and heard? If so, how could he approach his sister to explain? Ishmael fretted long into the night.

****

Yasmin woke slowly, her body sore and exhausted, just like always after a session with Ayesha and Khalid. She knew they would have returned to their home, however, the agreement was they would come back to talk some more later that day. She staggered into her bathroom and set the shower to hot. The heat would help with her aches and, once she had seen to her guests, she could return to her room and meditate and regain her strength. As she exited her room, she was stopped by an agitated Ishmael.

"Yasmin, last night, the scrying ball showed Ayesha and Khalid leaving your room. They were talking about leaving you drained..."

Too late, Ishmael realised how his babbling sounded and then he gasped as Yasmin's hand slapped his cheek.

"How dare you, how *dare* you spy on me," she raged, anger and shame blinding and deafening her to Ishmael's mounting distress. "Get out of my sight and stay away from me. This is a transgression I do not know if I can forgive."

"Yasmin?" Ishmael whispered brokenly. He watched her, tears filling his eyes, as she whirled on her heel and stormed away from him. His cheek throbbed in tandem with his heart in a hitherto never experienced pain. His sister had never raised a hand to him, no matter how badly he had behaved. He ran back to his room and fell sobbing onto his bed. He had alienated those who might have listened to him about Ayesha and now Yasmin hated him. He had no idea what he could do.

Yasmin was so distressed she did not see Seamus until she had cannoned into him. At the look on her face, the older man led her into an empty room.

"What is it, Yasmin?" he asked in concerned tones.

"Ishmael. He...he *spied* on me," Yasmin said. "Ayesha, Khalid and I do not love each other, Seamus, but there is an attraction and I needed what they could give me." She gave a hurt sigh. "And Ishmael said he had seen them in his scrying ball. I can't believe my own brother would be a voyeur and then tell me he'd watched."

"Did he actually say he'd watched? Ishmael doesn't seem to be quite such a fool," Seamus said.

"Well...no," Yasmin admitted, thinking carefully about what her brother had said. "I just assumed. I didn't want to hear everything. I'll go and speak to him later. I just couldn't face him right at this moment."

"Understandable," Seamus nodded, letting her lean into his body. He had an uneasy feeling and nothing that could explain it. He decided to talk it out with Vincent.

****

There was no opportunity for anyone to speak further as a desperate call from the team protecting the other spell-caster reached them. David was left with Ishmael as Yasmin took the rest of the group to assist. Their presence helped in regards preventing loss of life, but this time their adversary made use of direct magic as well as minions. It was almost impossible for even the vampires to see in a swirling darkness that seemed to sap strength, a freezing chill numbed the Lycans and an almost overwhelming, putrid stench had all barely able to breathe.

It was a very subdued group that returned to Yasmin's home. She was now the only guardian who still retained both their life and their piece of the amulet. She believed herself safest in her own home which also acted as her power base for her magic. She was grateful that Ayesha and Khalid arrived quickly and the trio spoke quietly together.

Wyl watched quietly. He shivered a little, the movement noticed by David who came to stand at his side.

"What do you feel, Wyl?" he asked.

"Something so very faint, but that reminds me of what I felt near that creature in Ireland," Wyl said, leaning unconsciously into the smaller vampire. "I can't take to Ayesha or Khalid," he added. "And they clearly upset Gabriel."

The couple saw Yasmin speak to Gabriel, nodding at Ayesha and Khalid. A moment later the Lycan was at their side.

"It seems Ayesha wishes to make a formal apology to me, my love," Gabriel husked, his throat still rough from coughing.

"Let us put it behind us," David urged, stretching up to kiss his obviously tired mate. "We need to work together more than ever. We are all that stands between Yasmin and this necromancer."

As Gabriel walked away from the light and dark vampires, Ishmael approached hesitantly.

"May I speak to you?" he asked, glancing towards his sister as she led the others away.

His revelation, combined with Wyl's reaction to Ayesha, made David concerned enough to send the younger men to Vincent and to run to Yasmin and his mate.

Vincent and Seamus were sitting, talking together, when the two dark, young males hurried into the room. Wyl rapidly explained what Ishmael had seen and heard and where David had gone. As they went to join the others, there was a roar and a scream, then a chilling silence. Racing into the room, they stared horrified at the sight before them. Yasmin lay unmoving. David lay on the floor writhing and whimpering softly in pain and Gabriel, Ayesha and Khalid were gone. Seamus and Ishmael tended to Yasmin as Vincent and Wyl rushed to their stricken brother.

Wyl turned frightened eyes on Vincent. He had seen far worse injuries than the four, deep jagged scratches down the porcelain skin as Vincent tore open David's shirt. However, where three bled freely, one central gouge was blackened. The look on his lover's face told him the wounds were far more serious than they appeared.

"Hurts, Vincent, hurts so much," David panted.

"Drink," Vincent growled, his voice dark and commanding as he offered his wrist to the small blond. "She has poisoned him, Wyl," the older vampire explained. "She has used Gabriel's blood against his Chosen."

"What can we do?" Wyl whispered, his voice tinged with fear.

"We have to recover Gabriel," Vincent replied. "Just as the witch used his blood to poison David, it will also cure him. Gabriel will suffer just as much as his mate. And if we lose David, we lose him, too," he added in a tight voice. His hand caressed David's golden hair as he let the smaller vampire feed and Wyl felt tears prick at his eyes.

"I've been such a blind fool," Yasmin said, her voice distraught, as she was eased to her feet by Ishmael and Seamus. "I should have listened to you," she added to her brother as he leant into her embrace.

"If I had behaved more maturely, not like a spoilt child, you would have," Ishmael husked. "I want to help. When you go after the amulet, I want to go with you."

Yasmin began to shake her head, but was stopped by Vincent.

"We cannot waste time arguing. We must attack and now. Wyl can remain with David as David will need to keep feeding and Ishmael cannot help in that respect. He can also alert another family to help us, but we must go without delay. Each second counts against us." Vincent crushed Wyl to his chest briefly.

"Take care," Wyl whispered. As the others left, he swiftly carried David to bed. He left the blond's side only to call the other family involved in their mission. As they were still exhausted, they promised to get a stronger team to follow up the call for help. Wyl returned to the blond who shivered as the poison permeated his body. He ensured his brother-of-the-heart fed again before wrapping himself around the slighter body.

"Wyl, if things go...badly," David whispered. "Let Seamus and Vincent know I love them almost as much as Gabriel and you as if you had truly been my little brother. I have been greatly blessed with my family."

"They will succeed, David," Wyl husked, silent tears almost choking him. 'They have to,' he added as a silent prayer.

****

Ayesha's home was a considerable distance from Yasmin's and the large, dark edifice was as different from Yasmin's warm, inviting residence as the group now knew the two mages to be. They could not be sure how long it would take for reinforcements to show up. Their immediate concern was to find Gabriel and somehow prevent Ayesha from making use of the amulet. Despite her tiredness, Yasmin used her abilities to shield their presence. They hoped that Ayesha would be too enmeshed with re-forging the amulet to devote time to monitoring for an attack quite so swiftly. 

Yasmin and Ishmael turned to Seamus and Vincent for guidance to see the vampires looking menacing as they morphed into fighting mode, teeth and claws extending, their bodies becoming broader, larger. 

"I will find Gabriel," Seamus said as he hugged Vincent. "I can feel his pain."

"We will seek out this evil and destroy it," Vincent growled.

Seamus focused on Gabriel's weakening life-force, his fury growing incrementally as each second passed. The big Lycan was as dear to him as the tiny blond dying at Ayesha's hand. He used every ounce of his own intrinsic abilities to enter the house and make his way silently and swiftly to Gabriel, crawling along ceilings and walls to avoid potential traps.

He found Gabriel imprisoned with Khalid guarding him. He hung limply from silver manacles as Khalid encircled him. The dark man strutted aggressively, slapping the barely conscious Lycan, laughing coldly.

"You could have been a favoured pet of the Mistress," Khalid jibed. "The little blond would have kept me amused whilst you were used. Now you both die."

Anger, the likes of which he had never known, suffused Seamus' body. His body changed further in reaction, to just above feral, his teeth and claws becoming even longer, sharper, lethal. He launched his attack with a savagery he rarely let have free reign. Khalid was turning towards him as he struck, as though suddenly aware of the danger, but Seamus was already upon him. He was ruthless, claws and fangs rending and tearing soft flesh until, with a chilling shriek of primitive triumph, Seamus ripped his prey's heart from the dark chest. He crushed it instantly and threw it aside, both it and the ravaged corpse of his adversary forgotten. With preternatural strength Seamus snapped the chains holding Gabriel, leaving the manacles to be dealt with another time, and streaked back to Yasmin's home, praying he would be in time.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 03



****

Vincent led the way into Ayesha's home. Soft touches to his shoulder indicated the way to move as Yasmin felt the rogue mage's power and guided them forward. They descended into the basement and then lower again into a dark, damp tunnel. Vincent held Ayesha and Ishmael's hands as they continued deeper. The air was heavy and dank and frigid coldness permeated them as they crept forward. As they reached a turn in the tunnel, it opened into a huge chamber.

"Welcome," Ayesha's voice echoed mockingly around them. "Please do not skulk like vermin, come forward. I have been aware of you all since you first arrived."

The chamber looked hewn out of rock. A large stone altar was at the far end from where they emerged. The grotto was lit by lanterns which gave a gloomy light that added to the air of menace, although unlit modern lamps were visible on walls and stood over the altar. Coptic jars lay along the foot of one wall with surgical instruments hanging like a collection of gruesome trophies. Totems and runes of power were present, but the power felt oppressive and dark. The chamber was clearly the place in which Ayesha had completed her process of mummification and practiced her dark arts.

"I'm sorry," Yasmin whispered. "I thought I was keeping her out."

"No matter. Be ready," Vincent replied sotto voce. 

Yasmin felt Ishmael's hand creep into hers and the younger man stood close as Vincent moved to stand protectively in front of them.

"How very gentlemanly," Ayesha sneered. She appeared from the gloom wearing a figure-hugging black dress. It should have made her appear voluptuous and enticing but rather gave an air of malignancy and menace. She pirouetted slowly. "So much more fitting given the circumstances," she hissed sibilantly. "If you choose to stand with me, Yasmin, I will spare both you and your little brat of a brother," she said, her voice becoming soft and seductive. "However, this one and his...family... will die. Slowly...painfully...one drop of blood at a time, the pretty blond and brunette will take their mates with them. Seamus, however, will plead to die for centuries to come."

"Why?" Yasmin blurted unthinkingly. The face she looked at bore no semblance to the beautiful woman she knew Ayesha to be. The other mage's face looked lined, hard and almost grey. She shuddered at the sight.

"Because he killed Khalid," Ayesha snapped. "I could not stop the incantation of unification I was using on the amulet to be able to save him," she said, her voice softening, before it went harsh and cold. "My lover, my servant, who gave me the strength I needed. Your boy is very perceptive, even in his naivety, Vincent. Seamus will watch those he loves die before I truly begin his suffering," she cackled maniacally.

It struck Vincent that Khalid may have been more than just her generator or source of stored power. He wondered if Ayesha's constant use of power beyond her own capacity had overloaded her mentally. That perhaps Khalid, in some inexplicable way, had helped keep impending madness at bay and the loss of her one constant had finally tipped a descent into insanity. The other mage was clearly besotted with power, as she rattled off her plans for the denizens of their world and that of mankind. However, whatever the case, she had threatened his beloved and that had his every protective instinct on edge. He tensed his body, ready to rush Ayesha, hoping Yasmin could help in some way.

Yasmin noticed the movement of the big vampire and knew Vincent was preparing himself to attack. She squeezed Ishmael's hand reassuringly. There was no way she could join in Ayesha's mad plans. She took a couple of deep breaths. Once she began to oppose the other spell-caster, there would be no going back. 

"Don't even think it," Ayesha growled menacingly. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she froze Vincent, Yasmin and Ishmael in place. "Whilst we wait for Seamus to return, let me show you my pretty amulet in all its glory. Soon I will rule and all will bow to me."

"The amulet corrupts," Yasmin said desperately. "No matter how good your intentions may be. You killed our kind just to get it, Ayesha."

"The old and the foolish and those choosing to bow to old ways instead of standing aside for the new," Ayesha laughed. "Soon all will recognise my power and give me the adulation I deserve," Ayesha replied dismissively. "*I* have the power to create a whole new world."

Yasmin sighed mentally. Ayesha had always been vain and proud of her abilities, seeking greater power and scorning those she deemed inferior. Ayesha was enjoying toying with them, certain of her dominion. Yasmin frowned as she felt a tingle in the hand still tightly clasped by Ishmael. The tingle began to spread and Yasmin tried to show no emotion as it permeated her body.

****

Seamus sped back to his friends and family, uncertain of what he would face. He focused on Vincent, employing the same tactics as he had to approach Khalid, moving silently towards his chosen brother. He saw Vincent, along with Yasmin and Ishmael, immobile, with Ayesha facing away from him. He sprang forward, his approach at an angle to the frozen group, only to hang, unmoving, in mid-air. 

Seamus' agonised scream was silent, but still pierced Vincent to his core. He struggled furiously against the invisible restraints to no avail as Ayesha sauntered slowly towards the helpless Seamus who writhed in soundless suffering at the witch's gesture.

Yasmin now felt the tingling all over. It was not an unpleasant sensation, heating her, making her feel stronger. She could see the amulet glow a soft pink. She managed to glance at Ishmael. His eyes seemed to reflect the amulet's glow and they were riveted to the necklace, as though nothing else existed for him. She felt her fingers flex in Ishmael's grip, the freedom to move radiating throughout her body just as the tingle had done. She embraced the power, letting it suffuse through her.

Vincent felt the force around him vanish. He neither questioned nor hesitated. With a flurry of preternatural speed he lunged forward. He struck using his full strength, rending with teeth and talons. The defence from the dark mage was not unexpected, but its weakness was, as though Ayesha had dramatically lost power. He felt, rather than saw, the fire at Ayesha's fingertips, but a barely noticed gesture from Yasmin dismissed it before it could cause damage to him.

Yasmin felt imbued with a strength she had never felt before. She felt as though she could bend all to her will if she so desired. As Vincent and Ayesha broke apart, she saw the dark glow in the other spell caster's eyes and remembered the force that had so debilitated David. Yasmin made a sweeping gesture with her hand before the dark fire could strike Vincent.

For a moment Ayesha stood immobile and then she was consumed by black flames. As she thrashed and combusted, an unearthly scream of pain and denial echoing around the chamber, the amulet flew from her neck into Ishmael's outstretched hand.

Vincent resisted the immediate urge to run to Seamus who had lain unmoving on the ground since Ayesha's power had waned. Instead he glanced between Yasmin and Ishmael, uncertain of what was happening between them.

"I pass the test," Yasmin said decisively. "I will not wield the amulet. Ishmael?" she called softly. "Ishmael, can you hear me?"

The glow from the amulet and in the young man's eyes dimmed then vanished. Ishmael blinked and then stared at the innocuous crystal in his hand.

"How did I get this? Where's Ayesha? What happened?" The questions were fired one after the other by the confused young man.

"What do you remember last?" Vincent asked instead.

"Wishing that Yasmin had the amulet because I knew she would use it for good not evil."

"It seems it granted your wish," Yasmin said. "It deserted Ayesha and gave me power instead."

Vincent nodded as he knelt by Seamus. Carefully he rolled the other vampire onto his back, relieved to see dazed, verdant orbs looking back at him.

"Is it over?" Seamus asked thickly, swallowing against rapidly diminishing waves of pain and nausea.

"It will be once we pass on the amulet," Yasmin replied. "However, our work here, at least, is done. If you feel able to move, Seamus, I will take us home."

"Do it," the blond replied, accepting help from Vincent to stand and leaning heavily against the other male. "I want to be as far away from here as possible."

A cacophony of sound reached their ears and they looked with relief at the second family who surged into the cavern.

"Are we too late?" the leader asked, looking with concern at the exhausted group before him.

"The evil is destroyed," Vincent affirmed. "However, there may be other things in this place of darkness that require attention, my friend," he added wearily.

"Do you need help to return home?" a slender, blond mage asked Yasmin.

"I can return us," Yasmin said decisively.

****

Yasmin used the last of her now waning strength to transport them back to her home. Despite their weariness, they immediately headed to David and Gabriel's room. 

Gabriel lay on his back, his face relaxed. David lay on his right, tucked tightly against the big, broad body. Wyl mirrored David's position on Gabriel's left, his own left arm draped over the Lycan's chest. He looked paler than normal, clearly having selflessly given his blood to strengthen both Gabriel and David.

Seamus moved to drop into a sumptuous armchair as Vincent approached the bed. As he did, he was aware of Yasmin ushering her brother away, letting his family have some privacy. The vampire smiled as Gabriel's eyes opened marginally and a low warning growl rumbled from deep in the Lycan's chest.

"Soft, Gabriel," Vincent soothed gently. I seek my Own. You have guarded him enough. It is time you and David rested and healed. Seamus will stay here with you and Wyl and I will just be in the next room. The danger is past. Rest, my brother."

Gabriel's eyes closed and a soft sigh was exhaled as he lifted his protective arm to release the slender brunette.

"Gabriel?" Wyl murmured. "Do you need to feed again?"

"He needs to rest, angel, just as you do," Vincent husked, reaching for his young lover. He was rewarded by a smile of joy and Wyl's arms reaching for him. Carefully, he cradled the precious bundle to his chest as he turned to Seamus. "We will leave the adjoining door open. If any of you need anything, call us."

"I believe rest is what we all need most of all," Seamus replied, smiling tiredly at the other vampire.

****

Wyl woke slowly. He smiled as he felt the tight embrace in which he was held and the hard flesh that pressed against his buttocks. He let his arousal grow slowly as he undulated gently, encouraging his mate's erection to slide between his cheeks and push against his hidden entrance.

"Are you rested enough, Mine?" Vincent's voice was a low, dark caress of the small ear he then nibbled. He smiled at the shudder of the lithe frame, and slid his hand to encompass his lover's erection, rumbling his approval.

"I need, this," Wyl husked. "I need you, Vincent. Love you." He moaned as he felt his cheeks parted and his mate's shaft began a slow, inexorable slide into his yearning body. 

Vincent shifted enough to allow his free hand to encircle Wyl and begin to pinch and roll his lover's nipples as he pressed inside Wyl's tight sheath. He nipped at his mate's bare shoulder as he felt his sac lie flush against Wyl's buttocks. He began a slow undulation with a snap of his hips at the apex that gave Wyl's jewel a firm nudge. His reward was a low, wanton keening from his lover. He sped up his movements, only to slow down to barely moving and smiled as Wyl tried to push back. He eased from his lover's tight sheath to a whimper of denial.

"Hush, my love," Vincent rasped. "I want to see your beautiful face." He rolled them and positioned himself between Wyl's wide-spread thighs. As he sank back into welcome heat, he bit down at one of Wyl's tightly pebbled nipples, sucking voraciously to a cry of pleasure. He moved to lave the same attention on the neglected twin as his hips began a rhythmic pounding.

Wyl moaned his pleasure, his hands carding through Vincent's hair. He trailed his fingers to tease at the back of his mate's neck as Vincent suckled at his breasts. His fingers moved to clutch at the powerful back as Vincent's shaft continually rubbed his sweet spot. He wrapped his legs around the bigger male, digging his heels into Vincent's buttocks, using them to lift his own hips to ensure his mate penetrated as deeply as possible. He tugged Vincent's head upwards to seal their mouths as he felt his climax begin to uncoil.

They kissed deeply, tongues entwining, tasting, loving with the same tempo as dictated by Vincent's deep strokes into Wyl's tight heat. Breaking apart they gazed into each other's eyes, promises of love and devotion silently exchanged before their lips met once more. Wyl moaned into Vincent's mouth as the bigger male repositioned Wyl's legs up onto his shoulders, pushing more deeply into the slighter body. He increased his speed, hips pistoning with abandon, both men's voices harmonising as they expressed their shared pleasure. He wound his hand into Wyl's luxuriant tresses, turning the younger man's head to bare his throat. With a deep growl of possessiveness and need, Vincent mouthed at the fragile flesh, sucking before letting his teeth descend. Wyl's sweet elixir tasted of the love Vincent knew was his. Even as he fed, his hips never faltered, continuing to pleasure them both. 

Wyl's untouched rod throbbed with each deep, powerful thrust of his mate and the younger man knew he was on the verge of coming. Heat radiated outwards, igniting and incinerating every nerve and synapse in its path. Wyl keened as he was consumed with Vincent's passion. He was no longer a creature of thought, just sensation. The hard flesh deep inside him, pleasuring him, the inexorably increasing tempo of his throbbing shaft and the unquenchable fire of love and desire that burned deliciously in every cell. He finally arched his neck, unable to move more as Vincent gave a series of hard, fast, feral thrusts. Wyl gave himself to the flames. His seed erupted from his body as he screamed Vincent's name. He could feel his channel clamp convulsively around the flesh impaling him. An unrestrained roar of what may have been his name echoed seconds later and he moaned his approval as liquid heat filled him before his consciousness greyed.

"Feed, my Own." 

The deep, dark commanding tone brokered no refusal and Wyl roused himself to accept his mate's offering. After a few swallows, Wyl's satiated sienna orbs met Vincent's contented cerulean.

"I love you," he said, moving to kiss Vincent softly. He smiled as strong arms slid around him and held him tight.

"You are the most precious thing in my world," Vincent replied. "If I lost you, there would be no reason for me to continue."

"Nor for me," Wyl vowed, knowing it was the truth for both of them. He let Vincent draw him into another kiss.

"Rest a while in my arms, my angel," Vincent husked. He wanted to enjoy the afterglow. He had no intention of relinquishing the warmth and comfort they currently enjoyed for some time to come.

****

Seamus, Vincent and Wyl sat and talked as Yasmin and Ishmael were finishing a late brunch when two late-comers were eagerly and joyfully welcomed.

"Gabriel! David!" Wyl cried, launching himself at the couple to be easily caught by the big Lycan. Vincent and Seamus made their way over to greet the couple more sedately, followed by Yasmin and Ishmael.

"How are you?" Vincent asked the small blond, noting that the normally clear turquoise eyes were still pain-dimmed.

"Recovering," David answered honestly. "If a little too slowly for my liking." He peeled open his shirt. Three claw marks were merely light pink lines, but the blackened gouge in the porcelain skin remained.

"He will be forever scarred by my attack," Gabriel husked, his voice thick with pain and self-loathing. He dropped to his knees, burying his face in David's abdomen.

"And I will wear the mark as a banner to proclaim that evil was unable to use you against me," David replied vehemently as he held tight to his mate. He stared defiantly at the rest of his family as if challenging them to say otherwise. However, the glint of tears was in his eyes and the other vampires could feel the shared pain of the couple. They knew the mark would always be seen by Gabriel as testimony to how close he came to killing his beloved mate.

"Ishmael?" 

Yasmin's voice drew everyone's attention to the young man. They watched as he approached David and Gabriel, his eyes unfocused. He raised a pink-tinged finger towards David, unheeding of the warning growl from the kneeling Lycan at the blond's feet. The finger hovered just short of touching the blackened scar as if he waited for permission.

"You may touch me," David said, petting at Gabriel's head to calm his mate.

All eyes were riveted as Ishmael's finger traced the length of the scar. For a moment nothing happened and then David hissed as the scar took on a pink glow before vanishing to leave his skin unblemished once more.

"What happened?" Ishmael asked, watching confused as Gabriel traced where the scar had been as though unable to believe it had truly vanished.

"What do you last remember?" Vincent countered, his mind going back to the events with the amulet.

"Wishing I could heal David because of how hurt he and Gabriel were," Ishmael replied, staring at the healed skin with the same disbelief as the Lycan.

"I cannot explain it," Yasmin said.

"Perhaps the amulet has granted Ishmael's wish once more because he seeks nothing for himself," Vincent hazarded. "In the chamber he wished power for you, not himself and here for David to be healed."

"I felt Ayesha's vanity," Yasmin said slowly. "It was as though she believed she controlled the amulet and took power from it rather than it imbuing her. Perhaps that is why it abandoned her in favour of Ishmael. However, I will be glad when it is gone from here. I would not trust it. It could easily turn against Ishmael or turn him from the light."

"I do not wish to have it," Ishmael said decisively. "I am content for my own abilities, whatever they may be, to develop in their own time."

Gabriel seemed finally convinced the detested scar had gone. He looked up at his mate and was rewarded by a dazzling smile.

"As pleased as I am it is gone, it would never have diminished my love for you, Gabriel," he assured his lover. He laughed softly as the Lycan surged to his feet, sweeping up the small blond and spinning him round in his joy.

Wyl smiled widely, slipping an arm around both Vincent and Seamus to squeeze them simultaneously as Yasmin and Ishmael hugged tightly.

Vincent looked proudly at his family. They had shared David and Gabriel's pain and now their joy. Sometimes in their battles, their most powerful weapon and greatest asset was the love they had for one another.



Vampires and Lovers Ch. 04



Chapter 4: I ask now of Death

The large Lycan's nostrils flared wide and he drew back his lips in a feral smile. The scent he sought was well camouflaged, but not well enough. The tantalising whispers of the fragrance he detected immediately inflaming his arousal and passion. He flexed his naked torso, the powerful muscles beneath his furred skin rippling as if with the same anticipation he felt. He ran his tongue over sharp teeth and gave a rumble of satisfaction deep in his chest. Soon he would have his prey. He was certain, now, of where they were heading. He could avoid the tortuous route the smaller quarry would take and perhaps even get ahead of them and be waiting. He reigned in the howl of triumph that threatened to break free. He would save that until he was feasting on his prey's flesh.

The small waterfall and gentle stream were a welcome sight to eyes as blue as the sky that had covered the thick woodland canopy earlier that day. Walking in the stream would conceal scent and behind the waterfall that glittered like a diamond-encrusted curtain was a small cave in which refuge could be sought. Unhesitatingly, the slender body plunged into the slow-running water, the cold registering against pale skin, but unheeded. Striding purposefully, eyes fixed on the beckoning shelter behind the gentle cascade of water, safety would soon be attained. 

As soon as the lithe body stepped through the veil of pouring water, the Lycan struck, wrapping long, strong arms around the small, willowy figure. The scent that had beguiled him throughout the hunt assailed his sensitive nostrils and he buried his face in blond hair and inhaled deeply. The sight of the pale skin had his eyes glittering with intent and he sank his teeth into a bare shoulder, sucking hard to leave a vivid mark.

"Mine," he growled gutturally, biting softly at the expanse of fragile flesh of the exposed throat.

"Yours," came the husky reply as two arms reached back to entwine around his neck. "Make love to me, Gabriel," David begged and then moaned as Gabriel crushed him in a strong embrace. Cold water poured down on his scalp and shoulders as the Lycan bent him backward into the edge of the falling water. The sensation made him gasp. He was pulled back from the waterfall and the Lycan's warm lips covered his. Searing, liquid heat flooded David's lower belly and washed throughout his whole body. He was like a living flame of love for the bigger male and Gabriel's hands moving on his body felt like fiery brands claiming him for eternity. 

Gabriel revelled in the smooth flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own heavily furred and which responded so eagerly to his touch. He thrust his tongue into the blond's soft mouth in imitation of what his straining staff would do in David's lower opening. Gabriel rumbled happily as the younger male returned the Lycan's ardour, slim fingers caressing every part of his muscular body that they could reach.

"Now!" David shouted over the pounding of the waterfall. He was more than ready to take his mate into his body. He pulled Gabriel's hips forward and hooked a smooth, slim leg around the bigger male's waist. Standing on tiptoe, David grasped the Lycan's rigid rod and seated the damson-hued head. David felt Gabriel's hand slide down and tap his other thigh. In response, the smaller man wrapped it around the Lycan's waist as Gabriel stood still, supporting them in a strong, widespread stance. As David pushed down and engulfed the tip of the stiff shaft, he mewled approvingly as Gabriel's arms supported him protectively. They held him securely as David sank down on long, thick flesh. When he was fully sheathed, they looked into each other's eyes, torrid turquoise locking with searing sienna and smiled.

"I love you, Gabriel." The words slipped out naturally, as always.

"I love you too, angel," the Lycan growled.

The joy that swelled David's heart was so immense that he let it out as an unbridled cry of joy. In response Gabriel threw back his head and released the howl of triumph he had restrained for so long. Then the Lycan moved his hips.

"Oh, Gabriel," David moaned as a bolt of bliss seared him.

Gabriel moved again, and the blonde wailed his approval. Cupping the firm nether cheeks of his diminutive mate in his hands, the Lycan rocked up into the tight heat that contrasted so vividly with the chill of the water that still meandered down David's pale flesh. Gabriel watched avidly as David's head fell back as he rubbed relentlessly against his mate's sweet spot. There was no need for adjusting; his shaft was a perfect fit, stimulating all the right places effortlessly.

David moaned mindlessly, as the thrusting flesh elicited ever stronger waves of pleasure, raising him to greater heights. The feel of the Lycan's lips, teeth and tongue on the tender flesh of his neck and shoulders kindled new blazes to add to the fire that raged within him. 

The Lycan took the perfect, pink nipple before him between his teeth and tugged gently. He grinned ferociously at David's cry of pleasure which echoed off the damp rock of the cave, competing with the sound of the waterfall. Slender fingers dug into the solid muscles of Gabriel's shoulders as David bore down on his rigid length. Gabriel began an amatory attack on David's other defenceless nipple and growled deeply at the clenching of the tight sheath around his primed flesh. Gabriel paused and then thrust again to a new rhythm.

"I'm going to make you come, angel" he rasped in a voice like dark silk against David's ear. David's only response was a soul-deep moan as Gabriel nibbled and pulled on a diamond-hard, reddened nipple. Gabriel rolled his hips, eliciting a deeper groan from his young lover. David's pleasured sounds reverberated in the tiny space as Gabriel stimulated as many erogenous zones as he could reach. The vampire's arousal had become an uncontainable inferno resulting in grasping limbs and ardent, if incoherent, pleading. Gabriel was always overjoyed by the effect he had on his beautiful blond and the unrestrained passion of his smaller mate. 

"Oh, oh, don't stop," David begged, gasping, his chest heaving. "Oh, Gabriel, that's so good, I'm going to come. Oh yes, oh, Gabriel!"

David's legs squeezed the Lycan tightly as his straining shaft erupted. His seed pulsed between their bodies, as he shuddered uncontrollably in the throes of a devastating climax. Slowly, his body began to relax and he slumped replete in the safe arms of his mate.

"I'm going to let you down now, angel," Gabriel rasped in a voice that made David shudder once more. "Then I'm going to *really* make love to you."

As he was lowered to somewhat shaky legs, David turned and bent gracefully from the waist, bracing his hands against a fern-bejewelled boulder. He looked at Gabriel over his shoulder, giving his mate a molten, aquamarine stare that should have made the waterfall pure steam. 

The Lycan's unsated staff twitched, longing for his lover's now displayed opening. It took all his willpower not to grab David and plunge into the younger male's sultry heat so openly and unconditionally offered.

"No, not like that," Gabriel rasped. "I want to see your beautiful face."

Another flame of erotic pleasure seared down David's spine to inflame his previously satiated flesh. Gabriel's words and the love he could hear made him moan as though they were physically able to caress his already refilling shaft. The desire in Gabriel's voice was like a sensual entity against David's ear.

The Lycan swept his mate against his chest and David's arms twined around his neck as Gabriel strode through the falls and into the stream. The twilight was no hindrance to preternatural eyes. Close to the bank, the Lycan carried his lover to rocks adorned with a covering of thick, emerald-green moss and laid down his precious bundle. He growled softly at the legs that spread wide for him, displaying the aching void he yearned to fill. Kneeling between the splayed limbs, the Lycan mounted his mate again, easing his rampant rod into David's slick sheath.

David relaxed against the rocks, inhaling a mix of the flora, water, clean air and the heady, almost intoxicating scent of their shared arousals. Lifting his legs over Gabriel's thighs, he braced the soles of his feet against the rocks on either side of them and pushed his hips up to meet Gabriel's downward thrust. His eyes misted into pools of seductive cerulean at the exquisite sensation of his mate's flesh inside him. His fingers carded lovingly through Gabriel's mane of dark hair or ran up and down muscular thighs as the almost-too-gentle rocking began to stoke the fire of love into a furnace of carnal pleasure. He began to writhe and moan, seeking, demanding, more from his lover.

Gabriel watched his mate's expressive eyes as David surrendered to the feelings he invoked. The knowledge that he and he alone could drive this ethereal, beautiful creature to the edge of physical passion and beyond threatened to send the Lycan too quickly into the abyss. Reaching for David's resurrected erection, Gabriel began a series of strong strokes, flicking his thumb at the apex of his upstroke over the ever-more sensitive slit. His thrusts increased in depth and tempo into David's scorching, rippling channel.

As Gabriel's prodigious shaft plunged deeper into David, he wailed wantonly. His mate pounding against his pleasure spot and knowledgeable fingers masterfully stroking his yearning arousal made him cry his pleasure to the stars in the cloudless heavens above them. David reached up locking his arms behind the Lycan's neck, using his own preternatural strength to pull him down and capture Gabriel's lips, driving his tongue into the Lycan's mouth.

Gabriel came explosively in the searing, velvet vice that clenched insistently around his erupting organ and bellowed in a mixture of passion and possessiveness. He panted raggedly into David's open mouth before sinking his teeth into the fragile throat and tasting the love and sweetness that was his mate. As the first beads of David's essence hit his tongue, his lover's shaft pulsed in the Lycan's fist as David came again. Gabriel continued to suck as he stroked to milk every drop of precious seed from his trembling mate. The final aftershocks of his own release sent the last of his crème deep into the beautiful blond. Gabriel licked the tiny wounds closed and buried his face in the curve of the damp neck, holding the precious body as close as he could. Several silent minutes passed before either spoke. Tenderly, Gabriel rolled the satiated blond to lie on top of his body.

"Feed, beloved," he husked. He gave a moan of pleasure as sharp teeth penetrated his neck and soft sucking at his throat accompanied gentle pinches and rolling of his nipples. He continued to rock into David's snug sheath even as his sated sex softened, relishing the ambient afterglow as David licked closed the tiny punctures and snuggled against his broad chest.

"I thought I'd covered my scent so well," David mourned, the twinkling turquoise eyes at odds with the sad sound.

"It was well-concealed." Gabriel laughed softly, nuzzling against his mate's teasing, pouting lips, licking them lovingly. "But I was able to get past your oils to scent *you*."

David opened his lips and let Gabriel's tongue ravish his mouth, sucking on his own vanquished muscle. He knew Gabriel would not have cheated and he was proud of his mate's ability. This was a pleasurable way to hone Gabriel's tracking skills and he was only sorry the time had passed so quickly. He moaned as Gabriel's tongue moved to lave at a still-sensitised nipple. As the 'loser' he had to give himself completely to Gabriel's desires.

He murmured wordlessly as his mate moved them to lie in thick soft ferns. He unresistingly allowed Gabriel to turn him onto his stomach and gave himself over to the Lycan in body as much as he already had in heart and soul. The agile muscle pushing inside him sent dulcet bolts throughout his body. The tongue thrust inside him again and again as large hands kept him spread open. He gave a sigh of pure pleasure. In this game, there could *never* be a loser.

****

David and Gabriel awoke simultaneously, eyes wide with a mix of fear and shock.

"Something is wrong. Very wrong," Gabriel growled.

"I cannot feel Vincent," David said, a hint of panic in his voice. "There is something wrong with Wyl and Seamus, too."

"Let us go," Gabriel ordered, surging to his feet. As fast as the Lycan could move, he let his smaller lover use his own skills to fly them back into their city.

David focused on Seamus, the link stronger with the blond he had known so long. He quickly realised they were heading out of their own city to another. He passed one penthouse he knew, reigning in his gasp as he saw how much damage had been done to it. He streaked past, closing in on the twin links of the men he loved as brothers. He landed at the entrance to the imposing, brick edifice of the building which currently seemed to house both Seamus and Wyl. He and Gabriel stepped inside.

The Security guard looked up, sorrow replacing recognition almost immediately. His fingers flew to the phone.

"David and Gabriel are here" he said and then listened. "Straight away," he nodded. He stood and guided the men to the separate lift to the penthouse. "Go straight up," he said as he opened the doors and they stepped inside. "Bardolph is waiting."

The machinery moved too slowly for the anxious pair, Gabriel pacing impatiently as it ascended. As soon as the doors opened, he strode out, David a single step behind. The sight of four vampires standing tensely, clearly on guard, had the Lycan growling menacingly. 

The door to the apartment opened and Bardolph stood before them, his face etched with grief. He was as tall as Gabriel but golden and clean-shaven. Eyes a shade of shifting brown and blue met their anxious gazes with a look that was sad and pained.

"This way," Bardolph said without preamble. He led them into a bedroom. He heard the twin cries and watched, his heart heavy, as David and Gabriel raced to the side of the bed that held a beaten, too-pale, unmoving Wyl. 

"Where is Seamus?" Gabriel asked, tearing his eyes from Wyl to look at his fellow Lycan.

"Here," the single word, spoken with infinite sorrow, had both Gabriel and David turning. Seamus bore a large gouge to his cheek. "It was an unexpected attack," he said. "We got a call to help, although it turns out it was a false call. I was purposely driven away from Vincent and Wyl."

"We all were, Seamus," Bardolph said, his voice soft. "You carry no more guilt than any of us. It seems that the attack was designed to snatch Vincent. When the fighting ended he was missing. Wyl had been badly beaten, but it was clear there was no intention to kill him. We are hopeful that when Wyl awakens he may be able to help us find Vincent. None of us can feel him."

"Not even I can feel him," Seamus said desolately.

David gave a muted cry and flung himself from Wyl's bedside to embrace Seamus. He clung tightly to the older vampire until Seamus' arms slowly encircled him and David could feel the other blond finally accepting the comfort he offered.

"We will find him," Gabriel growled. "There can be no peace until we do."

****

Vincent sat naked within an enclosed cylinder of shimmering light beyond which was nothing more than a windowless, doorless, grey room. He had tried time and again to breach the light, each attempt failing. He had known something was wrong during the fighting when he had seen Seamus expertly manoeuvred away from Wyl and him. He had tried to get his lover to safety. The last memory he had was of his beloved Chosen finally overwhelmed by sheer numbers and falling before he himself had lost consciousness. He was badly bruised, but had suffered no real harm. His greatest concern was the inability to sense any of his brethren, even Wyl. He glared at the innocuous light holding him prisoner. He hoped that this unknown power was also the reason he felt no one.

He sat straighter, hands casually folded in his lap as what had appeared to have been solid wall opened to reveal a doorway. He glared at the man who ambled slowly towards him. There was a vague familiarity, but Vincent was certain he had not had any encounter with him. As Vincent glowered, the man ran a hand through unruly sandy hair, pale blue eyes meeting Vincent's stormy blue-green with a hint of amusement.

"A pleasure to actually meet you face-to-face, Vincent," the newcomer said in smug, self-satisfied tones 

The voice was dry and rasping and sent an icy chilly down Vincent's spine, but the blond kept his face neutral.

"Do I know you?" he asked.

"No," came the reply. "However, you were responsible for the death for my mentor, Andreas. I was his most promising pupil. My name is Marcus. "

"He was preying on humans," Vincent growled. 

"An inferior species, I really don't know why you care so much for them. I have bided my time, letting my powers grow and working on the best way to avenge my mentor. This shield will keep you imprisoned although, if I wish, I can freely walk in and out. It prevents you reaching out to your family and them finding you. I was very pleased to find you had Bonded. I'm quite certain young Wyl is desolate at your loss."

"You will pay for every moment of torment he suffers," Vincent promised.

"His torment has yet to begin, Vincent. How long do you think he will live if he thinks you are dead?"

Vincent did not reply. He knew that he could not live without his beautiful boy at his side and was certain Wyl felt the same. The look of malice in Marcus' eyes told the vampire the mage already knew the answer.

"I promise you, Vincent that I will do all I can to keep you as long as possible. I have some definite plans for you that I will find most enjoyable."

Vincent jolted at the sensation of a hand sliding over his thigh. He stared at Marcus.

"I can do much more than that, Vincent," Marcus purred malevolently. "Much, much more. Now, however, I must go and extend my condolences to Liam and see just how your precious Wyl fares."

Vincent surged to his feet, uncaring of his nudity.

"Hurt him in any way and I will find a way to tear you apart," he vowed. 

Marcus licked his lips blatantly as he let his eyes roam freely over Vincent's naked form.

"As pleasurable as it was to denude you, Vincent, it will be much more enjoyable now you are conscious."

Vincent grunted as he was spun to face away from Marcus and forced onto all fours as if by invisible hands. He tried desperately to stop his legs being forced wide apart, but could not resist the power of the unseen force. His head was positioned on his arms as if he was offering himself to Marcus and he felt his body shake with the effort of opposing the black witch, but to no avail. He knew he was being stared at and that it was intended to make him feel helpless and humiliated. 

"Very nice, Vincent. An offer I will take up at some point. Rest well."

Vincent rose swiftly to his feet, but Marcus had already gone. Furious at his treatment and fearful for his Chosen, he tried again to defeat the prison holding him. Eventually, exhausted, Vincent dropped to the floor. He reached out with his mind as he let his body rest, but where he should feel some resonance of his family there was just emptiness. It was a feeling Vincent had not known in centuries. He had never felt so alone in his long existence.

"I will find a way, Wyl. Wait for me, my love," Vincent whispered.

****

Wyl felt as though he was trying to swim through inky blackness. He whimpered as he searched for the comforting presence of his mate, but could find no trace of Vincent. He tossed restlessly, calling for his lover. Finally he heard a voice and struggled to reach it. It did not belong to Vincent, but he recognised it and it represented love and safety to him. 




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 04



"That's it, Wyl. Open those beautiful eyes, little one." David sagged with relief as the younger vampire's eyelids began to flutter. It had been well over twenty-four hours since he and Gabriel had arrived and it seemed Wyl was finally waking. He gave a sad smile as expressive, espresso eyes slowly opened to regard him with a mix of fear and recognition.

"Feed," David said in a commanding tone, his eyes glittering hypnotically. He cradled the brunette in one arm as he offered his wrist. As much as the blond disliked using his greater powers over the younger vampire, he needed Wyl to gather strength for what was to follow.

"David," Wyl whispered as he concluded feeding and looked up at the other vampire. "I can't feel Vincent. Does that...is he...?" 

Tears began to spill from the ochre depths and David hugged the slender body tightly.

"No," he said forcefully. "No it does not. Just because we cannot feel him it does not mean he is...lost to us. You need to regain some strength, little one. Although he is being sought, you, above everyone else, may be able to find him."

A sound at the doorway heralded the appearance of Seamus and Gabriel. Wyl hugged each hard in turn. He touched Seamus' gouged cheek.

"I'm fine, Wyl," the older blond affirmed. "And I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Wyl repeated the word, puzzled. "I don't understand."

"I got separated from you and Vincent. I should have realised sooner what their ploy was."

"But I couldn't save Vincent," Wyl said sadly. "I tried so hard, but they kept beating me down."

"If we are looking to apportion blame within ourselves," Gabriel growled, "then David and I must take our share."

"But...but you weren't even there," Wyl said.

"Exactly," Gabriel rumbled. "David and I did not *need* to go alone to the forest. All of us could have gone, but we wished to be alone for a while. If we had not been selfish, we would have been there to help."

"He is right, Wyl, Seamus," David said, moving to wrap an arm around Wyl's waist. "There is truly only one who is at blame and that is the one who took Vincent."

"I don't blame you, Seamus," Wyl said, a hitch in his voice. "Or David or Gabriel."

"And no one blames you, little one," Seamus said huskily, moving to mirror David's position and wrap a strong arm around the slender brunette's waist. "Bardolph says all could see how you strove to keep at Vincent's side."

"So we are agreed," Gabriel said determinedly. "We save blame for the kidnapper of Vincent. And when we find them, they will wish they had never seen the light of day." The big Lycan wrapped his arms around the trio of vampires. No one threatened or hurt his family with impunity. Whatever it took, he would find and deal with the one who had hurt them.

****

Bardolph whined softly as his pleasure spot was grazed once more. Caring fingers rolled one nipple as his other was suckled and nipped. The rocking motion of his lover was gentle and persistent, and had built his arousal slowly. His shaft ached and throbbed between their bodies, pre-come slicking the organ to let it slide easily. He petted the red hair of the smaller man between his thighs and moaned quietly at the love that blazed from the blue eyes that looked up at him.

"Love you, Liam," he murmured.

"I love you, my golden beauty," came the equally quiet response, a soft, lilting, Irish accent to the other man's voice.

"Let me come, Liam," Bardolph begged.

"Soon, sweet one," his lover promised.

Bardolph arched, biting back his normal, more vocal appreciation, as his engorged penis was enveloped in a powerful grip. A couple of slow strokes alternating with a squeeze to the base of his shaft drove the blond beyond coherent thought. The flesh driving into him began to pound his prostate and shards of light flashed behind closed lids. He mewled as fingers fondled his sac, rolling and squeezing the orbs within and panted wetly as they returned to work his rod. A series of hard, fast feral thrusts and wet heat surged into his welcoming channel. A muted howl accompanied his own release, the silver adorning both sweat-sheened bodies. He lay unmoving except for the heaving of his chest, relishing the feel of the weight of his equally sated lover and soft licks to his torso.

He silently mourned the loss of intimate connection as Liam slipped free from his body. His lover's tongue, however, continued to work its way down his body and Bardolph whimpered as the talented organ licked him clean, laving his spent flesh. He drew up his legs, opening his body to his mate at the gentle nudge of Liam's nose to his depleted sac. He gave a soft moan as Liam licked his entrance, cleaning his most private place.

"Do not feel guilty, my golden beauty," Liam ordered as he saw a small crease between his lover's brows.

"It's just..." Bardolph began, but lips on his and a tongue pressing into his mouth stopped further words.

"Do you honestly think Wyl would want us to remain celibate whilst he is here? Tillie and Danny as well as James and Gareth have felt the need just as much. It's natural, my love. Wyl's mate is missing and I want to have you in my arms all the time to know you are safe. James doesn't let Gareth get beyond an arm's length away." Liam rolled their bodies, cradling his bigger mate's head into the junction of his neck and shoulder, rubbing his hands over the smooth, warm expanse of Bardolph's back.

"I worry for his health," the blond whispered. "He barely feeds. It is almost as if he is fading already."

"We won't let him," Liam said confidently. "We will keep him well and safe and when we find Vincent we will celebrate. I think we should arrange to meet with Seamus' family more often. In fact we should make efforts to meet with other families regularly. If they had known us better, they might have realised it was a trap."

"A good idea," Bardolph said, nuzzling his smaller mate. 

"Later, my golden beauty, I want you inside me."

Bardolph raised his head, his eyes meeting the steady gaze of his mate, his Alpha.

"I want to feel you in me and around me, surrounding me with your love and your life." Liam stroked down Bardolph's smooth back. "I love you, you complete me," he added huskily. "I would be lost without you. But this I swear, my love, if you were taken from me I would spend the last of my existence finding the one responsible, and killing them slowly and painfully, before I faded."

"No one will take me from you," Bardolph said, nuzzling closer letting his lover's strong arms tighten possessively around him.

"We will speak no more of it, my love. Let us see if we can get Wyl to feed."

****

The two Lycans tapped at Wyl's door and stepped inside. The slender vampire lay moving restlessly, dark smudges, under closed eyes, marring the angelic visage. The Bonded pair moved to sit at Wyl's bedside.

"Wake up, little one," Bardolph said softly, using the nickname Wyl's family employed. "You need to feed."

Wyl's eyes opened and he looked from blond to redhead. He did not need to ask questions, he could not feel his mate. He began to shake his head, he had no hunger.

"If you think we are going to incur Vincent's anger because we let his Chosen turn into a wraith whilst in our care you are sadly mistaken, young one," Liam said, gently. He wrapped a strong arm around slender shoulders and cradled Wyl lovingly, gazing into the limpid, chocolate orbs. "Feed from me," he said, his voice taking a lower, more demanding timbre. He smiled as Wyl obeyed without further complaint.

Wyl dutifully fed from both Lycans, their powerful elixirs strengthening him, helping his body heal. He sighed as he was laid back to the bed. He missed Vincent so much it was a physical ache.

"May I check you, Wyl?" Bardolph asked. He smiled at the nod and peeled back the covers. He scrutinised the recovering body. Marks of fists, feet, claw and tooth were fading well. Bardolph was certain the beating would have been less severe if Wyl had not fought so hard to stay at Vincent's side. "Liam, would you check Wyl's back?"

Wyl rolled to his side to let the other male examine him.

"Much better," Liam said, letting pride colour his tones. "Good boy," he added patting a shoulder as he helped Wyl settle again.

"Seamus, David and Gabriel," Wyl said. "They will be back soon?"

"Yes, little one. They are out with James and Gareth. Perhaps they will have some good news," Bardolph said. He leant forward and dropped a kiss to Wyl's forehead. "Rest again, Wyl," he added.

The two Lycans sat at Wyl's side until certain the younger male was fully sleeping before slipping quietly away.

****

Gabriel returned with Gareth and no good news. He joined Bardolph and Liam in the large sitting room and nodded grimly as Tillie and Danny joined them, the mage and vampire even more strikingly different than he and his beloved David. 

Tillie had long raven-black hair currently centre parted into two bunches high on her scalp. Her green eyes were heavily lined in black and mascara was lavishly applied to impossibly long lashes. She had a diamond in the side of her nose and a silver ring through her bottom lip. She wore a tight t-shirt with the legend 'Goth', a tiny, red miniskirt, thick, tartan-patterned tights and boots that Gabriel was a loss to know how she walked in. They came past her ankles, the toes steel-tipped and the sole, at least two inches thick, was also steel-studded.

In contrast Danny had close-cropped honey-blond hair and hazel eyes peered almost shyly at Gabriel. He wore a plain white shirt, opened a few buttons from where a hint of chest fur was visible and black jeans. He looked as though he should be behind the desk of a bookshop or library. He would most likely be a touch smaller than his mate, but Tillie's incredible boots ensured she towered over the slender vampire. Gabriel also noted that Tillie kept an arm around her mate's waist, the spell-caster clearly as protective of her mate as all the other Bonded pairs. 

"Nothing," Gareth said disgustedly, running a hand through shoulder-length, auburn waves as he paced to and fro. He turned oceanic depths to the others of his family. "We haven't found anything."

"That's not quite true," Liam said, coming to grasp the agitated vampire's shoulders. "We *do* know these rogues were not from our city. Their scent was wrong, more countrified. I have other families checking their areas even as we speak."

"Danny and I will go out for a while whilst you and James rest and reconnect, Gareth," Tillie said coming to hug the slender man. 

"Get some others to go out with you," Gareth warned, leaning into the embrace. 

"I'm certain that Vincent was the only target," Tillie said. "But we won't take any unnecessary risks," she added, glancing possessively at her mate. She smiled as Danny came to join them, Gareth giving the similarly built vampire a hard hug.

"It is better to be safe than sorry," Bardolph added as he came to join them. His long arms encircled as much of his family as he could manage, Liam's arms meeting his and gripping tightly, completing the protective, loving circle.

One of the vampire sentries came and murmured into Liam's ear. The Lycan nodded and all turned as a sandy-haired newcomer entered.

Gabriel felt the tension immediately. He noted that Liam and Tillie stepped forward as if protecting their mates and Gareth. There was something about the man's demeanour that set Gabriel's instincts on edge. His nostrils flaring as he scented the male.

"Is there something we can do for you, Marcus?" Liam asked.

"I heard about the attack. I came to see if you were all well. Just because I am neutral doesn't mean I wouldn't care, Liam," Marcus said silkily.

"Really, Marcus? " Tillie asked.

"But of course. I just do not feel your need to risk myself for an inferior species that would not be grateful even if they knew they were being protected. I can guarantee you, Tillie that they would spike your precious Danny in a heartbeat if they knew what he was."

The female mage growled softly at the implied threat, taking a step forward. Then she stopped as Wyl entered the room, swathed in one of Bardolph's voluminous robes.

"It's ok, Wyl," Gabriel said, moving swiftly to scoop the still weak vampire into his arms. He had seen the hope in Wyl's eyes fade as the brunette realised his mate was not there.

"I must have been dreaming," Wyl whispered to the Lycan. "I was sure I caught something of Vincent."

"Hush, little one," Gabriel crooned, not wanting the younger male to reveal their loss in the presence of the spell-caster who inexplicably agitated him. His protectiveness towards Wyl spiked sharply as he caught a glimpse of Marcus' too-intense, pale stare. 

"Is everything ok, Liam?" 

All eyes turned to the vampire, standing in front of David and Seamus all of whom had entered silently. He was over six feet tall, powerfully muscled with dark, close-cropped hair and ice-blue eyes that glowered glacially at Marcus.

"Marcus was just leaving," Liam said, turning back to the mage. "I thank you for your concern. We are fine."

"As you wish, Liam," Marcus shrugged, a faint smile playing about his lips as he left.

"I don't like him and I don't trust him," Tillie said. "For all his claims to be a neutral."

"He's never involved himself or been seen consorting with rogues," James said, pulling Gareth into his arms. "At least that we know of," he added. "However, I agree. I don't trust him either. He could easily pass information on without being directly involved in anything."

"Danny and I will call Lisa's family and see if she can spare one of her couples to join us," Tillie said. "Something will turn up," she added confidently as she clasped Danny's hand and hurried out.

"I hope so," Seamus murmured quietly as he watched Gabriel and David return Wyl to his bedroom. He was grateful for the comforting hand of James on his shoulder as the other vampire and his mate came to stand beside him.

"He cannot simply vanish, my friend," the bigger vampire said. "We will keep up our searches and vigil round the clock if necessary."

"Thank you," Seamus said sincerely, truly appreciative for the unconditional support of the family that, until now, he had hardly known. "Thank you all."

****

At Vincent's best guess he had been a prisoner two, possibly three, days judging by his hunger. Apart from the fleeting visit by Marcus, there had been nothing. There were no sounds, no smells, nothing to detract from the grey walls and the fear that gnawed at him regarding Wyl. He stood, staring, as the opening reappeared and Marcus sauntered through. The mage appeared to be wearing nothing other than a knee-length, navy-blue, silk kimono. The lack of dress and supercilious smirk making Vincent growl menacingly.

"You can make all the noise you like, Vincent," Marcus mocked. "It will not go further than this room. I have to confess that I have had to abandon any other work whilst I have you at my mercy. This trap and my...other surprise, take up virtually all my power. But it is worth it."

"What now?" Vincent asked. "You looking to bore me to death with your meaningless prattle?"

"Hardly meaningless, my dear Vincent and I'm glad to see you a little feistier. Firstly, I need to ensure your friends, family, and very distraught mate, no longer look for you. And that, my dear Vincent, means you have to die."

The pain that wracked Vincent's body was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He was vaguely aware of the cylinder of light vanishing a fraction of a second before blackness enveloped him.

****

David, Gabriel and Seamus were at the penthouse where the fighting had originally taken place. Gabriel growled in frustration as his ability to scent Vincent suddenly vanished, each and every time he tried to track his brother-of-the-heart. As he moved to join Seamus and David, he dropped to his knees howling in pain, dimly aware of the equally agonised cries of the two vampires. 

"It can't be, it can't be," Seamus chanted as if the heartfelt denial could perform a miracle. "Wyl, we have to get to Wyl."

"I need you here," Gabriel growled, gripping Seamus' shoulder and watching as the two vampires wiped tears from their cheeks.

"I will go to Wyl. He mustn't be alone at this time. I cannot believe Vincent is lost," David whispered.

"He will not go unavenged," Gabriel vowed. He watched his mate streak towards Liam's home before scrubbing roughly at his own tears. "His murderer made a mistake," Gabriel husked. "A fatal mistake. When he allowed us to feel Vincent's death he was there. I picked up his scent and it is one I have smelt before. He will not evade me."

"So be it," Seamus rasped.

****

David streaked to Liam's penthouse, blinded by tears that fell unheeded. He was let inside by grim-face guards who knew something was very wrong, although none detained him to ask. Bardolph stood outside Wyl's room, the Lycan's face showing his despair.

"He screamed and fainted," Bardolph husked. He shook his head as if denying what he already knew he would hear from the small blond. "Vincent?"

"Gone," David whispered. "I have to look after Wyl. Gabriel seemed to pick up on something." He gave a grim nod as the big Lycan went to speak formally to his family of Vincent's loss. David tried to compose himself, but knew he would not be able to contain his own sorrow. He stepped inside to find the bed empty, the bedding strewn over the floor as if Wyl had found it too oppressive and flung it aside. The window was open, its curtains billowing rhythmically. "No," he moaned. He dived back out of the room, shouting to the stunned group that he would find Wyl and then flew through the open window after the younger vampire. He quickly realised the direction of the brunette. Wyl was going home. David brushed roughly at the tears before suddenly freezing in mid-flight. 

"You bastard," he ground out angrily. "I'll tear your throat out myself." With renewed vigour the blond chased after the brunette, soul-deep fury lending an added dimension to the speed of his flight. 

He entered their home and headed for the bedroom of Wyl and Vincent. He gave a scream of denial as he saw the younger vampire crumpled on the floor, a large kitchen knife by his side. He turned Wyl and cradled him in his lap relieved to find the brunette had not tried to kill himself. However the lack of response when David tried to wake him had the blond's fear spiking once more. He laid the unresponsive body on the ground and slapped Wyl's cheek hard. He repeated the action twice more before forcing Wyl's mouth open and ensuring his essence slid down the younger vampire's throat. The soft sound from Wyl had some of David fear receding, but not his anger. He pulled Wyl back into his lap and shook the slender body.

"Don't you dare slip away from me, don't you dare!"

"D...David?" 

The single word was slow and slurred, but music to the blond's ear.

"That's it, come back to me, Wyl."

"Vincent."

The word was spoken with such sorrow that David drew Wyl closer, nuzzling against the brunette's brow.

"I need you to look at me, Wyl. I have something to say and you have to listen."

David gave a smile and nod as Wyl pulled away a little to gaze into his eyes.

"That's better," he said. "Wyl, you know I love you?" he smiled wider at the nod. "Do you trust me?" Another nod was his answer. "There is something that sets me apart at this moment," he said. "I lost my Sire. I loved him very much, Wyl. Not as much as I love Gabriel or as much as I have come to love you, Vincent and Seamus. You are all so deep in my heart I don't have the words to say. However, when I lost him, I felt the same kind of pain when we thought Vincent lost. But I don't think Vincent *is* lost to us, Wyl. I still feel an emptiness in my heart for my Sire. I don't feel the same for Vincent. I need you to concentrate, Wyl. I think someone has tried to make us think Vincent is dead so we won't look for him anymore. I hope and pray your strong bond to him coupled with your Sensitive qualities can help us find him. Let yourself feel, Wyl. Do you feel the emptiness?"




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 04



David watched intently as Wyl closed his eyes and a small crease of concentration marred the angelic visage. He almost shouted his joy out loud as Wyl finally shook his head.

"No," Wyl said, giving David a small smile. "No emptiness. I feel a coldness that seems to associate with Vincent when I think of him, but I don't understand it."

"Perhaps it is the one who has him. We cannot afford to ignore it. Follow it, Wyl. We can contact the others when we are more certain."

The two vampires stood and hugged tightly.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," David husked, kissing Wyl's brow. "That wasn't fading. You were descending into something akin to a coma. We would have been faced with you locked inside yourself." He smiled as Wyl nuzzled gently against his shoulder and neck.

"I didn't want to live without Vincent," he said quietly. "But I realised I couldn't kill myself. I was afraid if I did I would never find Vincent. I thought I could just will myself to follow him."

"If we ever, *ever* face this again, let us all be very sure before we do anything. Deal?"

"Deal," Wyl nodded.

"Let's go find your Own," David said, his voice changing timbre as he added, "and take vengeance on the one who has done this to us."

****

Vincent moved slowly as his senses came back to him. His prison was back in place and Marcus still stood smirking.

"To save you asking, Vincent, let's just say that as far as your family, and your precious Chosen, are concerned you died a few seconds ago. Now it's just you and me."

"Without Wyl I will fade," Vincent husked.

"Eventually," Marcus said dismissively. "But I will do all I can to keep you, despite all your best attempts to join him. Now it's time for some fun."

Vincent automatically shrank back from the red-skinned demon that appeared within his prison.

"He doesn't exist," Marcus said gleefully, stripping the kimono from his body and revealing his already erect flesh. "Everything you think he does is simply a mental projection from me. I've practised this many times. You are going to *feel* as though he *has* taken you, my dear Vincent."

Vincent stared at the imaginary adversary. It was over seven feet tall, with smooth red skin and a forked tongue that flicked from its mouth as three tails writhed with apparent life of their own. He moved into a fighting position, but every slash of claw or bite of teeth simply passed through the creature as if it were smoke. However, it seemed to have all-too-much solidity as it threw him to the ground. Vincent writhed and struggled uselessly as his body was violated by the creature's tongue, tails and obscenely long, thick penis. 

He watched Marcus from a dizzying angle, feeling as though he was going to be split apart as he was brutally mounted. The sensation of the phantom demon's climax coincided with Marcus' semen jetting from his body. The creature vanished instantly when Marcus dropped his head, panting heavily, as he recovered from his climax. 

Vincent lay still, resisting the urge to curl into a ball. He had not been violated. He had not. It was all in his mind, his body was still untouched. Forcing himself to repeat the words as a mantra, he slowly sat up staring at Marcus with all the feigned indifference he could manage.

"That was most invigorating, Vincent," Marcus said, picking up his kimono. "However, you were unfulfilled. Never mind. Next time I will work on arousing you as much as you arouse me. Rest well."

Vincent remained unmoving until Marcus departed and then covered his face with his hands, suddenly uncaring whether he was monitored or not. Tears fell down his cheeks and were left unheeded.

"We had so little time, Wyl, my Own, my precious Chosen," he whispered. "I will not let him take what I would only ever give to you. I ask now of Death that I find you swiftly. Wait for me, love."

There was little Vincent could do. There was Just one tiny ray of hope. The prison was attuned to him. He could not escape as he was, but there was one form in which he might just get past his prison's walls. He let himself change. There was little chance that once he became fully feral he would ever revert to his civilised self. However, he might stand a chance of killing Marcus and if not the dark mage would derive little if any pleasure from tormenting something that existed only to feed and mate. He let the darkness claim him.

****

David and Wyl were surprised to find Seamus and Gabriel arriving at the same building as they descended from the air. They had left the city and were now in a more rural environment. Houses and farms were spaced out over large distances and fields.

"Vincent is here," Wyl whispered.

"We'll explain later," David said in response to the twin looks of shock.

"Liam and his family will be here momentarily," Seamus said. "We called them for help."

Almost as he spoke, the air vibrated and Liam and the others appeared and milled around agitatedly, transported as a group by Tillie.

"This is Marcus' home," James snarled menacingly, his mate at his shoulder.

"We don't have time to explain things," David said rapidly. "But we believe Vincent is in here and Wyl and I will go and find him."

"I'll go with you," Tillie said determinedly. "You're likely to need a spell caster. Marcus must have employed magic to keep Vincent hidden from us."

"A good idea," Liam nodded. "The rest of us can take care of any Marcus has here to help him. We called Lisa and her family and they will follow swiftly. They don't have a mage, but will get here quite soon. Marcus will not get away from us."

They were all taken inside the building by Tillie and instantly split into small groups. Letting Wyl lead the way, Tillie and David followed close, trying to ignore sounds of fighting that started behind them. He stopped in front of a solid wall.

"There," he said pointing.

Tillie raised her hands and felt the magic. She could trace the outline of a door and concentrated on revealing and opening it for the two agitated vampires.

"I'll have to stay here," she grunted, Marcus' spell proving difficult to counteract. 

"If necessary we will take the walls apart brick-by-brick to get out," David said as he followed Wyl through the glowing doorway.

The brunette and blond stared at the shimmering cylinder that stood in the centre of the room as they slowly moved inside.

"What is it?" Wyl asked. "Where's Vincent?"

Tillie was so focused on maintaining the doorway, she did not hear Marcus approach her from behind. She crumpled silently to the floor at the brutal blow to the back of her skull. 

"Pathetic little harpy," Marcus growled. "Another time I would teach you how much power a real mage has, but I can't waste time or energy on you now." With an impatient gesture he reopened his portal and strode into the chamber that held Vincent, closing it behind him. He stopped in front of David and Wyl, smirking.

"Only I can free him from his prison. Say 'goodbye' to Wyl, Vincent. This time he's the one coming with me." Belatedly he realised the cylinder was empty and that the two vampires had paid no attention to his entry or his words. Instead their eyes were fixed on a point both above and behind him and both males wore the same looks of horror. The hairs on the back of his neck began to rise and he turned.

And screamed.

As the feral beast Vincent had become launched itself at Marcus, David grabbed Wyl's hand and dragged him away from the sight of Marcus being brutally savaged.

"We have to get out," he said. "Tillie, Tillie, open the door!" He banged furiously at the point he thought the portal should be.

"But Vincent," Wyl said. Even though he barely recognised him, it was still his husband, his lover.

"Vincent is feral, Wyl. Perhaps with help we can revert him, but right now he doesn't know who we are or who he is. We are one of two things; potential for feeding or potential for mating. Tillie, hurry please!" 

Marcus' screams gave way to gurgles and then silence and David turned to push Wyl behind him. He had no doubts that the younger man would not fight. His mind would only see Vincent, not a dangerous creature. 

His immediate bloodlust sated, feral Vincent turned his attention to the pretty males in the room with him. Another lust began to boil in his veins. He could see their shimmering outlines through the light that had held him captive. He snarled at the ravaged corpse of his jailer and moved.

David indicated for Wyl to stay where he was with his hand.

"If Vincent attacks me, try and either get through the wall or get Tillie to open the doorway. Something must be happening outside we don't know about. Promise me, Wyl."

David did not get an opportunity to elicit the promise from the brunette as Vincent swooped from the ceiling to carry the blond to the far end of the room, blanketing David's smaller frame with his broader, heavier body.

"Vincent, please," David tried to make the bigger vampire stop, but his wrists were quickly enveloped in a large, strong hand and pinned over his head. The feral's longer, sharper teeth latched into the flesh at David's neck both as a means of restraint as well as more feeding. "Please no, Vincent," David moaned as the beast's free hand began to tear at the clothing inhibiting mating.

"Vincent, please come to me." Wyl used the only weapon he thought might stand a chance of piercing the feral shell that, to his mind, now enveloped the man he loved. "Please, love," he added, his voice dropping in timbre as his hand stroked his shaft into partial erection. He stood naked, hoping Vincent might in some way know him. He watched as the beast licked closed the wounds at David's neck, but then slam its fist into the blond's temple and he groaned empathically. Wyl gasped as he was propelled to the floor with an unexpected speed, the beast instantly taking its place between his thighs. He tried to stroke its face, but his hand was grasped and a warning snarl emanated deep within the more-furred chest. 

The beast studied the dark beauty, a tiny spark flickering in the deepest recesses of its mind as sound, scent, sight and sensation began to register in its subconscious. He rubbed against the smooth skin, sniffing at the smaller male's throat. He licked a swathe from collarbone to ear, a softer growl indicating approval as the lithe body trembled. He licked again, the taste sweet and indefinably addictive. He sank his fangs into the unprotected throat and jerked as taste joined the other senses and the spark blazed into life.

Wyl could feel a change taking place with his mate, even though the feral visage was buried in his shoulder. He could feel *Vincent*, he was sure of it. He heard the soft moan from David and began to nudge at the heavy male still pinning him down.

"Vincent, I need you to move, love. David's hurt and I have to see to him. Are you back with me yet? Do you understand?"

"Wyl."

The voice was barely a whisper, but it made the younger male's heart soar. A shaky tongue closed the wounds at his neck and he helped as Vincent tried to move. He looked at his mate as the recognised and beloved features slowly resumed. He kissed his lover, nuzzling gently.

"David?" Vincent husked.

"I'll check him," Wyl said, moving to the other vampire. He was pleased to see David recovering consciousness slowly. There were, however, vivid marks against the pale skin of the blond's throat and temple. He picked up the smaller body and laid him next to Vincent, who now sat leaning against a wall, smiling as his lover's hand reached to pet at David's shoulder. Wyl went to his clothes and donned his pants. Carrying his shirt back to the other men, he draped it over Vincent's groin just as David opened his eyes.

"Vincent," David said elatedly and then groaned as pain like shards of glass tore through his head.

"Lie still, you took a hard blow," Wyl fussed, ensuring David's head was comfortably pillowed on Vincent's thigh and that the bigger blond was also comfortable.

"Yes, mother," David whispered, smiling as he felt Vincent's hand return to his shoulder. He was happy to lie and let Wyl take care of things. He reached to cover Vincent's hand with his own and gave a contended sigh.

Wyl returned to where the doorway should be and as he began to pound against the brick, the portal opened. He grinned joyfully as Seamus and Gabriel surged through.

"Over there," he pointed. "David took a hard blow and Vincent is still weak," he explained as the older men followed him inside. He accepted the shirt that Gabriel quickly shrugged off when he saw Vincent's nudity. Wyl and Seamus helped Vincent don the shirt as Gabriel lifted his petit lover and cradled him to his chest. Wyl nodded at Seamus' offer to take care of Vincent and hovered at his mate's side as he was scooped into Seamus' strong arms. He began to trail behind as his strength ebbed rapidly now the immediate danger was over. As he reached the doorway he began to sway. He had a dim awareness of being caught in gentle arms before he gave into encroaching blackness.

****

Wyl began to regain his senses slowly and was instantly aware of the large body behind him and just who it belonged to.

"Vincent," he cried, turning to face his lover. He began peppering the beloved visage with kisses as the older man stroked his flanks and trailed talented fingers across his nipples.

"My love, my Own," Vincent husked. He had been so certain he had lost his young lover, that it still felt like a dream to have Wyl in his arms. Scenting Wyl's need, not wanting to waste a single, precious second, Vincent moved to lie between Wyl's legs and lick his mate's rosy-hued erection. He lapped the pre-come from the head and teased the slit with the tip of his tongue. He then trailed his agile muscle down the ridge on the underside of Wyl's straining shaft. Reaching the velvety sac, Vincent nuzzled it, flicking his tongue out to moisten the suede-like flesh.

He now needed more of his lover and sucked first one, then the other, precious oval into his mouth. Rolling each gently in turn, he savoured their unique flavour. Moving on, he let his tongue swipe at Wyl's perineum and smiled at the low moan. Spotting the pre-come dripping from Wyl's shaft, he licked it clean, sucking softly at the head, before slowly taking more of it into his mouth. Relaxing his throat Vincent took all of his mate's hardness burying his nose in musk-scented curls. Working his mouth, he used his tongue to caress Wyl's flesh as he moved from root to tip. Releasing the tumescent organ, he gave the head one last lick before turning his attention to the rest of the body displayed for his delectation.

Wyl's flushed face aroused him further, his lover's eyes were filled with love and desire and a sheen glistened on his brow. Smiling, Vincent slid up the bed to nip and nibble alluring, espresso nubs that adorned the smooth, honey-tinted skin. He moved higher again to kiss the beloved face. Twining his fingers in Wyl's hair, he angled him into a rougher, deeper, wetter kiss. Using his tongue, he plundered Wyl's mouth, nipping and sucking at his lips. He finally pulled back when he realised Wyl was thrusting against him, desperate for contact. 

Wyl's hands had been massaging Vincent shoulders and stroking the nape of his neck, but now he clutched at Vincent's flanks and hips, pulling him down. Wyl moaned into Vincent's mouth as, without breaking their kiss, Vincent started thrusting, their swollen flesh rubbing together. Wyl gasped as the kiss finally ended and he latched on to one of his lover's nipples, nipping and sucking, desperate to bestow pleasure to his husband. When the one was tight and hard, he transferred his attention to the other, treating it with the same loving care. 

Vincent began working his hand down to his lover's opening. He slid his hand sensually along a satiny inner thigh and delved daintily into the downy declivity. He massaged around the dilating rosette and then slowly pressed one finger in. As Wyl moaned and began a gentle push onto the single digit, he added a second finger. Scissoring carefully, Vincent stretched his lover to take his maleness. As he used one hand to open his mate, the other pleasured Wyl's throbbing erection.

Wyl moaned a soft denial when Vincent's fingers pulled from his body. The loss of the wonderful feeling of his mate inside him, leaving him temporarily bereft. Then he watched as Vincent knelt and lined his straining staff against his aching emptiness. He eagerly complied with the touch to his legs that indicated Vincent wanted them wrapped around his waist. Wyl then clutched desperately at broad shoulders as the bigger male pushed inside him slowly, sheathing himself fully in the body of his soul-mate. 

Vincent thrust fluidly to bury himself fully, his sac nestling intimately against Wyl's nether cheeks and then held still. He groaned softly, relishing the feel of the hot, tight sheath that rippled erotically around his primed flesh.

"More, beloved, please more," Wyl begged.

Pulling half way out, Vincent drove back in, brushing Wyl's hidden jewel, grinning darkly as Wyl wailed at the sensation. 

Wyl moaned in exultation when Vincent hit his sweet spot with every motion of his powerful haunches. His head thrashed from side to side, fingers clutching with bruising force against Vincent's powerful shoulders as his mate hit his prostate again and again. Wyl reached to touch himself, only to whimper beseechingly as the hand was pinned above his head and Vincent snapped his hips back and forth driving Wyl to greater heights of arousal. He could feel the gradual increase in speed and depth, knowing that Vincent delighted in his incoherent mewls and moans of pleasure. He wailed as the blond reached between their bodies and started to stroke Wyl in time with his own movements. 

Wyl began to keen continually, beyond the ability to speak, as the pleasure built deep in his belly. Heat was spreading outwards, the blaze of love and passion threatening to reduce him to ashes .Wyl cried out as Vincent roared his name, his lover's climax exploding deep in Wyl's body, flooding him with hot come. The liquid fire of his lover's release sent Wyl screaming into the volcano of bliss, his seed erupting between their bodies. He wrapped arms and legs around the bigger body as though by sheer will-power he could fuse them into one entity.

Neither knew how long they lay there, joined together, whispering their love and devotion and purging their souls of the loss they each thought they had endured. Finally Vincent withdrew, easing his lover onto his stomach and growling softly at the combined taste of his mate's intimate flesh and his own seed as his tongue bathed between his lover's satiny globes.

"As much as I want to remain here, we need to let our family and friends know we are well," Vincent said with a sigh, crawling to drape over Wyl's slighter form. He smiled as the brunette craned his head for a kiss that Vincent ardently bestowed.

"The sooner they know we are well, the sooner we can return to...rest?" Wyl smiled. He laughed as Vincent flew to his feet, flinging clothes on, and over at Wyl, with eyes that glinted mischievously.

As Wyl led the way from the bedroom, Vincent drew himself to his full height and prepared himself mentally to join the others. He was by no means recovered from his time in Marcus' clutches. However, he did not feel that this was the right time to talk to Wyl. His lover needed to regain his strength. He was strong enough to wait a while. Pushing the darkness from his thoughts, Vincent slid his arm around Wyl's waist as they entered the large sitting room to be joyfully welcomed by those he loved and trusted. 

His healing would start here.



Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Newborn Love

Seamus smiled as he watched Vincent and Wyl walk together, blissfully oblivious to his scrutiny. He knew it had been the right thing to do to bring his family to the remote home of Mario and Roman. The villa was spacious, there were immaculately maintained gardens generously dotted with tall trees and it was set just a short walk into an ancient forest. Gabriel had spent time with Roman and his mate the previous evening becoming acquainted with it whilst the others had simply enjoyed sitting out under the star-encrusted skies; a luxury given their home was a city of man-made night light. He knew Vincent had not yet spoken about his imprisonment and it was his hope that in the quiet, relaxed environment his beloved friend would finally unburden himself. The love that the couple shared was apparent, but Seamus was not blind to an underlying anxiety that both men tried to hide.

He had caught glimpses of the pain Vincent was trying to conceal and all could see the way Vincent could hardly bear to be parted from his Chosen. However, as much as Wyl's presence seemed to settle the older Vampire, it was obviously not enough. It was equally apparent from the concern he could almost taste emanating from the youngest of their family that Wyl did not know how to help his mate. Something deep beneath the surface was eating away at Vincent and Seamus was determined that if he was not approached within the next couple of days, he would make the first move.

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David grinned happily up at his Lycan mate. He received a warm smile in return as Gabriel's nostrils flared assimilating scents that were missing from urban life. Mario and Roman, Lycans themselves, had settled here to be able to enjoy running free in the forest and David had enjoyed relaxing whilst his lover and their hosts had taken a run the previous evening. It was clear to the petit Vampire that Gabriel was heading to a specific destination. The thought sent pleasurable shivers through his frame.

"Soon, angel."

The low, husky rasp had David stopping and giving his lover his best sultry look, smiling at the groan it wrenched from Gabriel's throat.

"Soon?" David purred, rubbing his body sensuously against the bigger male. He gave a gasp of delight as Gabriel's mouth quickly fastened at his neck, sucking hard as the Lycan growled softly.

"Very soon," Gabriel assured as he gazed with satisfaction at his mark against his mate's pale skin. He hurried his pace a little, still wanting David to be able to enjoy their surroundings, but keen to reach his destination. He had found a delightful clearing, just big enough to allow a couple to lie beneath the stars when making love. 

It took just a few more minutes, the big Lycan urging his smaller mate through a thicket of decaying trunk and branches with verdant creeping vine that ran between some densely packed, ancient, living trees and their fallen comrade. As they emerged, Gabriel gave a wide smile of the gasp of appreciation from the man at his side,

David stared around. The living trees almost encircled a small clearing, with the dead wood and vines providing an entrance that was not apparent to an unknowing eye.

"Did Mario and Roman show you this?" David asked as he wandered to where a thick grassy knoll caught his eye.

"No, but I'm sure they know of it," Gabriel husked. His carefully controlled arousal was now free to set alight every cell and synapse and he felt his sex surge into hardness. He licked his lips as he stalked his prey and took David in his arms for a slow, deep kiss. As his tongue thrust eagerly past his lover's lips, Gabriel guided them to the ground, not breaking the kiss until he had thoroughly mapped every nuance of David's sweet mouth.

The shirt that inhibited access to the delectable chest was undone with an enthusiastic rapidity that had the blond smiling. Then Gabriel undid the zip on David's pants, slipping his hand inside and relishing the soft moan at his deft touch. The Lycan's long fingers encircled the eager erection stroking the steel-hard, satin-smooth length, as he plundered David's mouth. His tongue swept imperiously back inside the warm, wet cavern and left not a millimetre untouched. 

The way that Gabriel ravished his mouth and caressed his flesh made David's slender form sink back onto the grassy knoll, ceding willingly to his alpha mate. The touches made him swell instantly, his hips arching for more of his mate's caresses. He pulled open Gabriel's shirt to run his fingers over the Lycan's chest, stroking the furred torso lovingly. He whispered Gabriel's name in a soft cry even as the bigger male resumed the plundering of his mouth.

As his lover's hand found a nipple and then moved to rub his upper body, Gabriel shrugged out of the shirt and gave a feral grin. He let David traverse his chest as the blond chose, placing gentle kisses over the forehead and cheeks of his petit lover. He let out a growl and leaned down to nip his mate's nipple with his teeth as David shivered with need.

"Gabriel, please take me." 

"Soon, my love," Gabriel replied. He stood, his shirt tossed aside, as he began to unzip and snap open the stud of his jeans.

Watching Gabriel strip, David felt the irresistible heat of desire surging through him with every piece of clothing removed. His fingers were trembling as he wiggled his jeans past his hips. He pulled them off along with his briefs, socks and trainers as Gabriel kicked his boots and jeans to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. David moaned appreciatively as the dark male came back and lay between his spread thighs. Gabriel loomed over David, framing the golden Vampire's head with his large hands, pressing their erections together and swivelling his hips causing David to groan. The smaller man clutched his mate's shoulders.

"Gabriel, love you, want you," David whimpered softly, running his hands over the broad shoulders and down his back. He cupped Gabriel's muscled buttocks, kneading with preternatural strength.

"I love you, David, my angel,"

A groan left the Lycan's throat as he moved away slightly then Gabriel's mouth was placing searing kisses against pale skin. The bigger male's nimble tongue touched a hot-spot behind David's knee which caused the Vampire to tremble. He kissed the inside of a satin-smooth thigh and a soft moan left the blond's lips.

"I want to make you burn hot and fly high," the Lycan said, in a voice made husky by desire. Gabriel snaked his tongue out, flicking it against the base of David's erection, his right hand sliding down and cupping David's sac, rubbing and manipulating with a gentleness that belied the need that blazed through his larger form.

"I've only ever felt heat like this in your arms," David groaned, as Gabriel's tongue sent flickers of flame through his body. He whimpered as the Lycan caressed the hard orbs high in his sac.

"Want to fly higher?" Gabriel asked, in a low purr. His tongue slid with agonising slowness up David's turgid flesh. One hand slid over satin-sleek thighs, the other lovingly rolled the Vampire's orbs, keeping the blond trembling on the precipice. Gabriel then began a slow, deliberate swallow of David's erection applying suction as he reached its base. His fingers circled the tight entrance between the blond's cheeks, feeling the liquid desire that was oozing free. The touch to furled flesh had the rose beginning to bloom, the Vampire's body opening to accept its mate.

Arching upwards David let out a low moan of passion as Gabriel swallowed his hardness. He wriggled his hips, trying to encourage his mate to be inside him as he felt the teasing digit. His shaft was already in heaven enveloped in the warm wetness of his lover's mouth. Gabriel's finger pressed against his entrance caressing in circular motions, not quite penetrating and David' moans increased. There were no words, just heat, desire and love.

"Just relax," Gabriel whispered huskily, starting to press the tip of his finger into the beautiful golden form that was his own, personal angel on earth. Gabriel swallowed David's penis once again as he eased his finger deeper, he curled it and stroked the Vampire's sweet spot. A dulcet cry of his name left David's kiss-swollen lips. 

Stars ignited behind David's eyes and he quivered helplessly as Gabriel's head moved up and down, the Lycan's long tongue swirling, tasting and teasing. His hands tightened and relaxed spasmodically against the broad shoulders of his mate. Pleasure seared through his veins sending him soaring out of control. His inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the welcome intruder as his lover encouraged his body to stretch to take Gabriel's rampant sex.

"Gabriel, what you do to me," he whispered

Sliding up the small, sleek body beneath him, Gabriel lay there a moment, gazing lovingly at his mate. David's eyes had darkened to indigo from his passion, his hair was a golden nimbus as his head thrashed and low moans escaped his lush lips. The Lycan continued to slide his finger gently in and out of the delectable form. He dropped his head and his teeth nibbled hungrily on a hardened nipple, 

"I'm flying," David's voice was filled with joy and desire and his caresses light against Gabriel's shoulders. "I only feel this way with you, my love." He whimpered needily, his hips arching upwards as two fingers delved inside him and a fluttering kiss was placed against the base of his throat. David's moans became a gasp when a spike of heat slammed through his body as Gabriel tapped at his hidden jewel. His mate slid down his lithe form, nipping at his stomach, until he reached David's navel and dipped his tongue in, swirling it around. The Lycan pulled his fingers out of David's tight passage leaving the blond aching to be filled once more. David's hips arched encouragingly as Gabriel began to press the tip of his erection against his still-tight entrance.

"Love me, Gabriel." 

"I do, David, I do and I always will," the Lycan groaned before he sealed his mouth over David's and pressed harder against the tight rose.

"More," David's command was as much a plea, his voice roughened with passion.

"Yes, my angel," Gabriel complied, as he slid all the way inside and stilled. 

"More," David countered, his voice dropping, becoming sultry and low. He cupped Gabriel's face and pulled him down, his tongue slid against Gabriel's lower lip in a slow, sensuous motion.

With a groan, the Lycan pulled his hips back and thrust smoothly. David's body contracted around his hard length as he pushed deeper into the heated sheath. Their mouths met in heated passion, tongues dancing in an age old rhythm. Gabriel pulled David closer and growled deep into David's mouth as the blond dragged his fingers into the bigger male's skin, trying to get the Lycan to move faster and harder. 

Gripping the slender hips of the younger man beneath him, Gabriel tilted them upwards, the angle allowing him to thrust deeper into the welcoming body. He deliberately stroked David's prostate with every movement, teasing the blond with a flurry of rapid snaps of his hips and then a slow, desultory grind. He draped the lithe legs over his elbows, spreading David wider, pounding into the willing form. Gabriel reached between them and took David's neglected erection in his hand. He stroked the hot, damp flesh hard and fast, his hips pumping with a feral speed. Gabriel grinned fiercely as David came screaming his name in shuddering convulsions. The blond's seed fountained over Gabriel's fingers as his body twitched uncontrollably beneath the purring Lycan.

"So very beautiful in your pleasure, my own sweet angel," Gabriel whispered. He continued to move slowly, languidly in David's body, still stroking his lover's sweet spot, raising his seed covered fingers towards his mouth. "David, watch me."

The Vampire's eyes opened and he watched as Gabriel began to lick each finger clean, slowly...deliberately...the gesture making his sated shaft twitch slowly back to life. His loins began to tighten and heat spread throughout his already highly-sensitised body as Gabriel's still-hard flesh repeatedly stimulated his jewel. The initial, almost frenzied, coupling slowed, becoming gentler, sweeter, more loving. 

"Oh, Gabriel," David sighed as his lover's hard, thick rod glided in his slickened channel.

"What do you want, my love?" Gabriel asked, leaning down and brushing his lips over the softer ones beneath him. For the big Lycan, kissing his beloved was so addictive that he never wanted to stop.

"I want you to fill me, Gabriel. I want to see you come," David groaned as he arched upwards and captured Gabriel's mouth, ravishing the lips with his teeth and tongue.

"It will be my pleasure, angel," Gabriel whispered, His tongue swept back into David's mouth. Tilting slender hips higher, he shifted David's legs to his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate impossibly deeper. He began to thrust faster and harder into his mate. David's mewls spurred him on as he grunted and growled with mind-fracturing pleasure as the slick sheath contracted around his eager erection. The Lycan gave a low howl of triumph as David's sated flesh hardened once more. 

David's moans increased exponentially to Gabriel's speed and force until the Lycan was ramming into him with all the preternatural force of his powerful haunches. He felt pleasure building on pleasure. It was addictive, sensual, two-becoming-one. He did not feel as if his orgasm had ceased from the moment he had initially spilt his seed. He still had residual aftershocks which were growing in intensity. He ground his lips against the Lycan's in a hungry, desperate kiss. Tongues duelled and teeth clashed, chests rubbed against each other and hands tangled in hair. David moaned incoherently, needing more, needing the shared release that would take them both to bliss. 

Gabriel's eyes glittered with excitement in the dim light. The pleasure was reaching irresistible levels. He stroked David's resurrected rod, twisting his wrist at its apex to swirl his thumb over the dripping head. His hand matched his hips' furious rhythm, becoming a blur of speed. He swooped down and covered his lover's mouth with his own, tongue plunging immediately into the welcoming cavern. David's wail of completion was muffled by Gabriel's lips, the Lycan still mercilessly pounding as his mate's small frame shook with over-arousal. Although his lover's crème adorned both bodies, Gabriel continued to fist him.

"Come with me!" Gabriel barked. A high-pitched keening built up in David's throat as Gabriel's hips finally jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. "David!" Gabriel roared out his climax, pumping his seed into David, and that sent the blond over the edge one last, effortful time. 

David screamed to the sky as another orgasm tore like a tornado throughout his still shaking body. His channel contracted brutally against Gabriel's spurting flesh, but his own twitched dryly, the few scant drops in no way reflecting the magnitude of his final climax.

Gabriel came deep inside the blond beneath him. Still convulsing with the pleasurable aftershocks, the Lycan shivered and trembled. He rested his nose and lips against his mate's throat, biting down, marking the Vampire as his. His teeth pierced fragile flesh, tongue lapping languidly at the sweet essence of his mate as David mewled softly. He licked the tiny puncture marks closed before easing his satiated flesh from David's exhausted body. A low rumbling, deep purr accompanied the dark male's tongue bathing his lover's body as he lapped up every precious drop of David's crème. Effortlessly he flipped the pliant form, spreading satin-smooth cheeks. He buried his tongue deep inside savouring his lover's most intimate taste overlaid with his own seed.

David sighed his pleasure as he was finally settled to lie on top of Gabriel's body. He nosed through the abundant chest fur to suckle one thick, dark nub, then the other. He smiled as Gabriel tilted his head, offering his throat.

"Feed from me," Gabriel rasped.

David daintily fastened his teeth at the exposed flesh, drinking strength and power from the large Lycan. He hummed his joy as he licked closed the small wounds and nestled safely in Gabriel's arms.

"Can we stay here a while?" he asked. "It's so rare we get to spend time under the stars."

"We can stay as long as you wish, my angel," Gabriel replied, nuzzling his mate's temple, his hands roaming freely over David's slender back and buttocks. "I love you."

"Love you, too," David smiled. He kissed the Lycan rubbing affectionately at the well-trimmed goatee before snuggling his head into the junction of the bigger male's head and shoulders. He gazed up at the stars, listening to the low, rumbles from deep within Gabriel's chest and sighed in a mixture of satiation, completeness and love. He began a slow stroke of his lover's furred chest. He wanted them to make love again in the magical spot before returning to their family. He gave a feral smile as Gabriel's shaft began to twitch as his hand skimmed towards the muscular abdomen. He was quite sure his wish would soon be granted.

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"Are you certain you will not take a walk with us, Vincent?" Seamus asked. He had hoped to get both men to accompany him as twilight was falling. Vincent had shown no inclination to speak to anyone willingly and as two days had passed, Seamus was now looking to break down the barriers himself.

"Not this time," Vincent said. It would be hard to let Wyl leave his side, but the blue-eyed blond knew that his heart-brother was likely to want him to speak and he was still unable to talk of his imprisonment. He occasionally revisited his ordeal in his memories, seeking to assure himself he had not been physically assaulted and that there had, in truth, been no way for him to have stopped Marcus. The big, red demon was a frequent visitor in his mind and Vincent felt he needed to work things through for himself before being able to speak of it to his family -- especially his Chosen. 

"I can stay with you..." Wyl began, but was silenced by a soft kiss. He sighed, knowing he would cede to Vincent as he had done since they had reunited.

"I am happy to stay and chat with Mario and Roman," Vincent smiled, caressing Wyl's beautiful face, trying to smooth the lines of anxiety on the normally unmarked brow. He could also see the signs of shadows under espresso eyes and a shard of guilt cut through him. He had to act soon. That he was causing his Chosen pain was not acceptable. Another day and he would make himself speak. "Go and enjoy the forest. Gabriel and David enthuse about it." He moved to whisper hotly in Wyl's ear. "Find us a place where I can love you under the stars. I love you, Wyl. Never doubt I love you."

"I love you," Wyl whispered back, letting his body meld to the bigger Vampire's solid frame as Vincent hugged him hard. "I want to help you, Vincent," he added in a tiny voice.

"You do, you are," Vincent vowed. "Just a little while more, my Own, please."

Wyl nodded as he was released from Vincent's embrace. Perhaps some time alone was what his husband needed. He gave a small smile as Vincent headed towards the two big, blond Lycans that stood a respectful distance away. 

"He'll be fine, Wyl," Seamus said as he wrapped an arm around a trim waist and began to lead them towards the forest. "He needs to come to terms with what happened and it's taking longer than we would like." 

"I'd do anything for him, Seamus. Anything," Wyl said softly.

"I know, little one," the older Vampire replied. "And I know how hard it's been for you, too." He dropped a kiss into Wyl's dark tresses, earning a smile from the slender brunette. "I promise to take care of you both."

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Wyl looked around with awe at the tall, majestic trees. He felt he had been transported back in time thousands of years to when a primordial world would have been covered with such flora. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the forest. Everything seemed cleaner, crisper and even the greenery seemed brighter, verdant, more alive than he had ever experienced before. He caught a glimpse of the grin on Seamus' face.




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"It's wonderful," he enthused. "This is the perfect place to come and relax." 

"I'm glad you like it, little one," Seamus replied.

"I can see why David and Gabriel were so enthusiastic," Wyl said as he performed a slow pirouette, his eyes looking heavenwards to the tops of the trees and the sky dotted with twinkling diamonds. He turned back to Seamus and then cocked his head. He could feel warmth that he was unable to explain. He was about to question Seamus when he saw the other Vampire desperately looking around.

"My Chosen," Seamus husked in a voice of pure longing. "For a second...I felt them, Wyl. I *felt* them."

Wyl immediately pushed everything else from his mind as he focused every one of his preternaturally enhanced senses on trying to locate Seamus' Chosen. The other Vampire took to the air whilst Wyl remained where he stood. He could see, hear and smell nothing different in the area. He frowned. He had no doubt Seamus must have felt something. He turned as the blond descended to stand at his side.

"Nothing," Seamus said in anguished tones. "They vanished, Wyl. There and gone almost before I even had chance to realise it. How, why? You do believe me?" Seamus then asked, looking pleadingly at Wyl.

"Of course I do," the younger Vampire nodded. He looked around. The forest remained the same living entity as it had when he had entered it, but Wyl could not shake off the feeling that they were being observed. He felt nothing of the coldness that heralded danger of some kind but the sensation sent prickles down his spine and made him shiver.

"We should go," Seamus said, wrapping his arm around Wyl and pulling the lithe form close. "Perhaps I was wrong."

"Maybe we can come back here with the others. My senses are not as enhanced as David's or Gabriel's." Wyl hated to hear the longing and defeat in the older Vampire's voice.

"But mine are," Seamus said quietly. "If anyone were here I would know. And apart from..." he sighed. A sound of pure misery. "There is nothing, Wyl."

They returned to the villa, both men silent, lost in their thoughts. Despite Seamus' protestations, Gabriel, Roman and Mario insisted on hunting through the forest. It was almost dawn before they returned; just the three of them.

"Wyl, would you mind if I spent some time with Seamus?" Vincent asked. He would deal with his own problems later. He and Seamus had been together for centuries and he could not bear the slumped shoulders and pained eyes of the man who was closer than a brother to him.

"Of course not," Wyl replied. He waited for the two older Vampires to disappear from sight. He knew Roman and Mario had retired to sleep. With a determined look he headed for the front door.

"Not alone, Wyl."

David's voice stopped him in his tracks. Wyl glanced back at the small, blond Vampire who stood with his hands on his hips, a single foot tapping. 

"I thought you would be sleeping with Gabriel. I didn't want to disturb you."

David was at his side instantly.

"If Seamus' Chosen is one of our kind, they would have known instantly. If a mortal, how could they hide?" David said softly. "I do not understand and I do not want you alone out there. I had a feeling you sensed something. I can't explain that either," he added with a smile.

"You're right," Wyl nodded. "But I didn't feel anything...anything cold," he added. "Otherwise I wouldn't have contemplated returning alone."

"Then let us go together."

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"I'm glad you're with me, David," Wyl said as they returned to the forest, the dark Vampire retracing the steps taken by Seamus and himself.

"Me, too, little one," David smiled. "And I'm glad I was so attuned to you. I know you want to help Seamus, we all do, but better we work together."

"Here," Wyl whispered. "I feel something strongest here."

"Strongest?" David whispered back, casting his senses out but registering nothing.

"It was as though a faint trail led back here," Wyl replied, turning in a circle. "This was where I felt...something. Then Seamus was sure he had found his Chosen."

"And you still feel something?" David asked, his eyes flitting around the forest.

"Yes." Wyl frowned as he could see nothing, hear nothing, but yet was certain they were watched. He glanced at David who shook his head. With a sigh Wyl closed his eyes and pirouetted slowly. He performed the same movement twice and both times resumed facing an ancient tree whose bole was many feet in circumference. Feeling embarrassed, but secure in the knowledge that David would never mock him, Wyl began to speak.

"My name is Wyl and this is David. We're friends of Seamus. He was with me yesterday. He felt you, like I do. Seamus doesn't understand why you would hide from him. You must feel the same for him as he feels for you and he's hurting."

"I never wanted to hurt him."

The voice was soft and had a gentle lilting accent that made it almost melodious. Both Wyl and David stared as the voice's owner stepped into view.

Wyl stared at the figure that emerged from *inside*the tree. He estimated that the newcomer was a little taller than himself, but of a similar slender build. The stranger's skin was a light golden-brown. Straight, waist-length hair, in a symphony of sienna hues, had two plaited sections at the front through which white ribbon was threaded. The plaited hair was then secured behind the other's head to reveal two elegantly upswept, pointed ears. Winged eyebrows were above almond eyes of verdant green that flitted nervously between him and David. Wyl instantly felt protectiveness sweep through him as white teeth nibbled at pink Cupid's bow lips.

"A Dryad," David's voice whispered softly. "A wood nymph. Although fewer in numbers, there are male as well as female, but they are more reclusive. "

"We want to help," Wyl said taking a step forward. He froze at the fear that flickered through the emerald eyes. "Won't you let us, please? At least tell us your name and why we scare you."

"Delfin. My name is Delfin and...and you are Vampires," came the reply as if that was all the explanation necessary.

Wyl exchanged a puzzled glance with David. He had been told that only humankind regarded Vampires as the undead monsters of popular fiction and yet Delfin was clearly afraid of them.

"Yes we are," David said softly. "But why would that make you fear us?"

"My mother told me that Vampires were dangerous and cold-hearted. They were not to be trusted."

"Delfin, there are good and bad in all races. I give you my promise that nobody is going hurt you," Wyl said gently, willing the Dryad to believe him. "The pull you feel for Seamus is because you are his Chosen."

"Oh no," the Dryad whispered, panic replacing fear.

"Delfin, it is nothing to be afraid of, I know from experience," Wyl said, taking a couple of steps towards the Dryad. 

"Mother said that Chosen were slaves of Vampires and Lycans. That they were kept as prisoners, not allowed freedom."

"That is a lie," David huffed. "Your mother may have met a rogue, Delfin," he added, keeping his voice soft despite his rising anger. "However, as far as being Chosen is concerned, she has not told you the truth. Wyl is Vincent's Chosen and was found when he was human. He is clearly neither a slave nor prisoner. Neither am I."

"It's true, Delfin," Wyl added, holding his hands palms outwards to the Dryad. Please let us show you the truth. Seamus aches for you and I know you feel for him despite your fear. I promise no harm will befall you and you will be free to make your own judgement regarding Seamus and what it means to be his Chosen."

Wyl watched as differing emotions chased across the beautiful visage: anxiety, doubt, fear and finally longing. He smiled as Delfin reached out and burrowed his hand into Wyl's.

"You promise?" Delfin asked. He inexplicably felt able to trust both males, but Wyl in particular. His eyes searched the other male's face for reassurance.

"I promise," Wyl nodded.

"Delfin, are you of age?" David asked as the trio walked back towards the villa.

"Last summer," Delfin smiled turning to look at the petit blond. "Although I do have another nine summers under matriarchy before deemed old enough to make my own decisions regarding a mate."

"That will not be an issue for a Chosen," David smiled back. "I am certain, however, that Seamus will want to have your mother's blessing before consummating a full Bonding. The choice is still yours to make, Delfin." He added seeing the look of distress that flitted across the Dryad's face.

"But...but what if when he sees me he no longer wants me?" Delfin asked, the thought having suddenly struck him.

David's smile widened. That the young nymph was concerned about being wanted could only be a positive sign he was likely to take his place at Seamus' side.

"Your appearance will not sway Seamus in any way," the blond assured. "The Bond you will share, like that Wyl and I have for our husbands, is a life-long commitment that nothing can shatter. You will complete, and in turn be completed by, Seamus in ways I cannot explain in words but that you will feel in your heart and soul. But I am more than certain that when he sees you, Seamus will consider himself a very blessed man." The words seemed to settle Delfin, although David noticed that the tight grip of Wyl's hand was not relinquished. He made a quick decision. "I will go ahead and let the others know we are coming. They can then be forewarned of Delfin's anxiety. We will take care of you," he added, giving the nymph a quick hug before vanishing.

"Everything's going to be fine, Delfin," Wyl added.

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As the villa came into view, so did the rest of Wyl's family and their hosts. Wyl noted that they were scattered into pairings, clearly trying to avoid overwhelming Delfin. However, Wyl could feel the tremors that shook the nymph at his side.

"I'm afraid," Delfin whispered. "What if he sends me away? What if I cannot give him what he wants?"

"Delfin," Wyl said, drawing them to a stop and gazing levelly into worried emerald orbs. "I had just those fears when I met Vincent. I knew I wanted him, knew I had fallen in love with him, but felt I was not good enough. I love him more than life itself. All I ask of you is for you to go to Seamus with an open mind and to trust your own heart and instincts. Please."

Delfin gazed earnestly into Wyl's face. He believed the other man. It had occurred to him that if Wyl and David had harboured any ill-will towards him, he could not have fought them off unarmed. He took a deep breath and tried to push away his mother's harsh words about Vampires. He gave Wyl a determined nod and started forward once more.

They were met first by the two Lycans that Delfin knew lived in the villa. He had often seen them running in the forest.

"I am Roman," the smaller male spoke. 

Delfin studied the Lycan. He was a darker blond than his mate with warm hazel eyes that were open and honest. The nymph found himself fascinated by the tuft of hair at Roman's chin. His own body was completely hair free. He gave himself a mental shake as the Lycan continued.

"This is my mate Mario," he said, indicating a taller, golden-blond at his side who wore a wide smile.

"You are very welcome here, Delfin," Mario added. "We would like you to treat our home as your own. You are free to come and go as you wish."

"At any time; night or day," Roman added. He and Mario then moved to stand a short distance away to watch the drama unfold.

Delfin managed a smile despite his nerves as he was next approached by David who had a large, dark Lycan with him. Delfin stared at the couple. They seemed such a contrast; tall and petit, broad and slim, dark and light and yet the connection between them was unmistakeable as was the love they shared. Once more Delfin found himself staring at the Lycan's facial hair.

"This is Gabriel. We are Bonded, like Wyl and Vincent, Roman and Mario," David said.

"I know you are still harbouring concerns, Delfin," Gabriel said, his voice warm and dark to Delfin's ears. "But I would still like to welcome you to our family."

Delfin smiled. His free hand hesitantly reached to Gabriel's face almost before he could censure it. He stopped it millimetres from the facial hair that was unknown amongst his kind.

"Does it not itch or tickle?" he asked ingenuously.

"No," Gabriel replied smiling. "At least, not me," he added, giving David a feral grin. The Lycan's soft, rumbling laugh drowned out his mate's indignant snort. However, he noted that Delfin seemed not to have understood his allusion, clearly too concerned with the situation to appreciate the Lycan's attempt at humour. 

"There will be due retribution for that later," David whispered as he pulled his husband aside.

"I sincerely hope so," Gabriel smiled, swinging David into a tight embrace and covering the Vampire's lips with his own.

Delfin smiled as he watched David sink into his lover's arms, a soft sound of contentment reaching the Dryad's keen ears. Then he found himself facing a tall, blond Vampire.

"I am Vincent. Wyl is my Chosen. "

Delfin found his anxiety melting away. For all his mother's words, not one of the Vampires he had met seemed cold or hard. Moreover, the looks he had seen in the eyes of David and Gabriel and now Wyl and Vincent were the same as those he had seen often exchanged between his father and Linden. He saw affection, joy and above all love.

As Vincent moved aside, Delfin watched entranced as Seamus came slowly forward. The Dryad felt his stomach roil, his heartbeat increase and his breath come in soft pants. No one had ever produced such a profound effect on him. Although he did not release Wyl's hand, feeling as if it was the only thing keeping him still standing, he did not shy away as Seamus came to stand mere centimetres away.

"My Chosen," the words were whispered in tones that held a heady mix of reverence, longing and joy. Seamus was too enraptured to immediately realise what he had said, but before he could retract them, Delfin was leaning forward. Dark, anxious, verdant eyes locked with those of yearning emerald.

"Am I? Am I truly your Chosen? You are happy with what you see?"

"Mine," Seamus whispered. "I could never have dreamt that such an exquisite creature would be my Chosen. May I touch?" Seamus added, hope filling his voice as he reached towards Delfin's face

Delfin nodded and felt a strong hand, tempered by love, stroke his cheek. He could not restrain the soft mewl that spilled from his lips or the way his body leaned towards the broader male.

"So smooth, like a petal," Seamus smiled.

"Delfin," Wyl murmured softly. "Do you want to go to Seamus?"

The nymph nodded, not quite comprehending what Wyl meant. Then the hand he still grasped was lifted towards Seamus. He stared mesmerised as the larger male carefully unlocked Delfin's hold on Wyl and let the smaller, more slender hand rest in his own. Delfin was aware that Wyl had moved a few steps away, but still remained close. He glanced back at the brunette who was now held in an embrace by Vincent and then back at the hand in which his own rested. Looking directly at Seamus, Delfin let his fingers interlace with those of the Vampire and took the final step that separated them.

"Yours," he whispered. "What's wrong with me, Seamus?" he asked nervously. His stomach was still roiling, his heart hammered rapidly in his chest and yet his manhood was beginning to harden.

"Your body recognises what is meant to be, Petal," Seamus replied. "It wants to Bond. However, David has explained you are still subject to matriarchy. I will not consummate our full Bonding until I have obtained her blessing. However, I can assuage some of what you feel. If you will trust me?"

"I trust you," Delfin nodded. He could not explain it, but he knew in every cell that he was safe with the men surrounding him. He looked back at Wyl who was grinning widely and across to David who seemed to be vibrating with excitement. "I trust you all," he added more loudly. "And I thank you for coming to find me."

****

Seamus led Delfin into the villa and up the wide, stone staircase. His bedroom was at the far end of the corridor and he repeatedly glanced anxiously at the Dryad as they walked together.

"I will not run away, Seamus," Delfin said determinedly. "I do not fully understand everything that has happened, but I know I belong with you. I know it in my heart. But I am nervous."

"I'll take care of you, Petal," Seamus vowed. "Forever," he added as he opened his door and let Delfin step inside. He watched as the Dryad looked around.

Delfin regarded the room with curiosity. He had never been inside a house of any sort. There was a large bed with cream linen sheets and a woollen coverlet in warm beige. The bed had wooden lockers at either side on which sat large lamps with off-white shades. A chair in similar neutral shades was at the side of a small writing table and there were large lace-draped windows. Suddenly the room felt claustrophobic as the nymph regarded the solid walls, floor and ceiling. Almost instantly he was outside on the balcony held safe in Seamus' arms.

"Better?" Seamus asked, smiling at the dazed nymph.

"I have never been in so enclosed a space. Is that how you live?" Delfin asked.

"It is and it is safer. Do you think you can cope?" Seamus replied, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"Will you be there to hold me?" Delfin responded, turning to face the Vampire that was concerned for his comfort.

"Yes," Seamus husked.

"May I see you?" the Dryad whispered. Despite everything, he still ached for a more intimate touch from the man in whose arms he stood. He stepped back into the room, remaining by the window as Seamus moved a short distance away to begin undressing.

Seamus removed his shirt letting the Dryad see his bared, lightly furred chest. 

"I have never seen..." Delfin began as he reached towards the naked torso. "May I?" he enquired.

"Of course," Seamus said. He bit back the groan from deep within as slender, virginal fingers traversed his chest. "You, too?" he begged, elation coursing through his veins at the coy smile but determined nod.

Slowly he eased the flimsy tunic from the lithe form, gasping with pleasure at the caramel-hued, smooth-skinned, perfectly proportioned body revealed to his ravenous gaze. Every cell screamed to claim that which was his and for which he had waited so very, very long. It was as though Delfin could read his mind and recognised that the Vampire could scarcely believe he held the Dryad in his arms.

"You may touch me, Seamus. I am yours, your Chosen."

The softly spoken invitation broke the dam of Seamus' uncertainty. He urged Delfin closer until their lips were no more than a breath apart. 

"Can I kiss you, Petal?" He asked.

"Please, Seamus," Delfin murmured. "I ache from wanting you." 

Delfin moaned, a low needy sound, which was a flame to the tinder of Seamus' need. He pulled the brunette closer, caressing his hair and wrapping an arm around his slim waist. Their lips finally touched and Seamus felt himself consumed by heat, fire flickering along every nerve as the Dryad's mouth melded to his. 

He licked at the sensual lips, coaxing them to part, and groaned as his tongue surged into the sweetness of Delfin's mouth. The Dryad was sun, honey and flowers, a heady, intoxicating mixture. Seamus licked and explored every nuance of the warm, wet cavern. The primitive within him roaring with triumph as Delfin's initially hesitant tongue slid delicately along his own. He felt a tremor as Delfin moaned softly, slowly returning his caresses. A sudden thought hit Seamus hard as he recognised the total inexperience of the young man in his arms. The blond gradually pulled away, smiling as Delfin tried to follow. He stroked the silken strands of hair and cupped the exquisite face.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05



"Delfin," Seamus whispered, their lips almost touching. "Was this your first kiss?" He felt Delfin try to pull back a little but kept a hold of his Chosen. Wide, verdant eyes looked at him, a rosy stain seeping across perfectly sculptured cheekbones. 

"Yes, Seamus," Delfin said softly. "I am untouched." 

"Oh, love," Seamus whispered. He let his fingertips trail down the soft skin of Delfin's cheeks and traced the outline of his lush lips. Delfin trembled, a tiny moan escaping him, and Seamus took the alluring mouth with his own. He allowed the kiss to deepen until their tongues were wrapped together in an ageless dance. Seamus moved with preternatural speed and lowered Delfin to the bed, settling them on their sides, their mouths still amorously embracing.

He trailed his hand lightly across Delfin's shoulders, across to the pert nipples, teasing each into hard peaks before moving lower. Delfin's chest was hairless, satin smooth and the espresso nipples with their cafe-au-lait areolae beckoned irresistibly. Deciding that he wanted to taste what his fingers had touched, Seamus took one succulent nub into his mouth. Delfin gave a cry, arching into the erotic caress. The Vampire switched nipples, taking as much pleasure in the act as his guileless lover-to-be. The blond lapped diligently, smiling as he watched the gossamer-covered organ between the brunette's thighs twitch with each motion of his tongue. The scent of the Dryad's arousal was thick and heady and Seamus wanted to explore its very core.

Seamus placed his hand at the waistband of the delicate leggings Delfin wore. He waited for the young male to nod, pushing his hips upwards. Slipping his hand inside he stroked Delfin's groin before lowering the leggings and freeing his mate's straining flesh. The Dryad was beautiful even here, with a long, slender shaft that arched up towards Seamus' hand. The absence of hair, natural for Dryads, sent bolts of lust through Seamus' body. It was exotic and erotic and the older man wanted to experience everything about his perfect, exquisite mate. He watched enamoured as Delfin moaned and writhed when Seamus took hold of the innocent erection. The silken hardness felt perfect in the Vampire's palm and he simply held the hot organ to allow Delfin to feel comfortable being touched. 

Delfin keened softly, his body seemingly ablaze from the intense gaze that swept over it, a gaze that was hot and deliberate and memorising every hitherto hidden part of his nakedness. He whimpered, pulling Seamus down to taste the older male once more. He moaned as kisses were whispered across his nose, eyelids and forehead. Then his ears were discovered by Seamus' tongue. Earlobes were nipped and sucked and Delfin gave a small scream of pleasure as the elegantly pointed ear-tips were nibbled, the flesh particularly sensitive to the amorous assault. 

Seamus ran a forefinger along the underside of the young man's erection, brushing it against the sensitive vein with painstaking care. Delfin mewled, his eyelids fluttering and Seamus smiled tenderly. For all the experience he had in the art, Seamus had never made love with an innocent. His lovers may have been inexperienced in comparison to him, but this was different. Every touch he bestowed upon his Chosen was new to Delfin and Seamus needed to know that his Dryad was enjoying the intimacy.

"More?" Seamus asked, his green eyes searching the exquisite visage.

"Please," the young man beseeched.

Seamus smiled lovingly and repeated the action. His reward was another dulcet sound of pleasure. He took a gentle hold of the young man's shaft, sliding his hand lightly up and down the silken skin. His smile widened as he felt it pulse in his hand as if eager for his attention. He watched enraptured as Delfin writhed with pleasure, moaning with each stroke. Seamus ran his thumb in slow circles around the tip of the tumescent organ, gathering the leaking fluid up. 

"I want to taste you," he said.

Delfin stared at Seamus' hand, following its movement as the Vampire brought it to his mouth. He gasped when he saw the older man's tongue appear and lick his thumb clean. He saw the blond's eyes sweep hungrily over his body to stare at Delfin's throbbing shaft and a hungry look glinted in Seamus' orbs. 

"Sweet like honey," Seamus rasped. He brought his hands against Delfin's thighs and stroked the skin lovingly. He urged the young man to part his legs and knelt in the space between. Seamus slid his hand down, holding the base of his Dryad's erection. 

The young male gasped at the first swipe of the Vampire's tongue along his aching flesh. Then it slithered around his shaft before running along the underside. The sensation made Delfin quiver and clutch desperately at Seamus' shaggy tresses. He was inexperienced but he was not unaware of the ways of love. He was a Dryad and his father had taught him much about love-making, in theory, ready for his coming of age. This act was about Delfin's pleasure. That the Vampire would do this for him caused a well of emotion to spring up inside the young man. 

He stared as Seamus brought his mouth close to the tip of his leaking organ. Delfin let out a cry when the Vampire's mouth closed over him and a steady suction instantly drove him dizzy with need. Warmth and wetness enveloped him. Delfin thrashed his head from side to side as his full length was slowly swallowed. The fingers that had been on the base of his hard flesh now slid down. Delfin mewled when the older man touched his sac, cupping each orb in his palm in turn, squeezing softly. 

Seamus moved his mouth up and down the young Dryad, moving his tongue against heated flesh. He teased the slit with his tongue and heard Delfin whimper. The Vampire took the full, slender length into his mouth again and began suckling in earnest.

"Seamus," Delfin moaned, thrusting into the hot, wet mouth as much as the Vampire's hold on his hips would allow. 

Seamus sucked harder. Reaching between Delfin's thighs he cupped the heavy sac and heard a deep groan. He stroked his finger against Delfin's entrance, barely touching the intimate area and then lightly pressing. As he did Delfin came, letting out a long, low moan as he spilled into Seamus' mouth. The Vampire eagerly milked the young male, drinking all he could offer. When he had drained the Dryad, Seamus let softened flesh fall from between his lips. 

Delfin lay back, panting. He had never felt such profound emotion. He knew he had fallen in love. 

"You," he murmured, a desultory hand reaching for the older male.

Seamus positioned himself alongside Delfin. He freed his rampant flesh and covered Delfin's hand with his own as the nymph encircled his solid rod. Seamus had no care for finesse or teasing. He pumped at a fast pace, wanting only to perfunctorily attain release and then resume caring for his Chosen. His seed erupted, adorning the golden-brown body with shimmering silver. He rubbed his crème into Delfin's skin before cradling the drowsy, sated Dryad to his chest.

"I love you, Seamus," Delfin whispered. 

"I love you, my Own," Seamus replied, peppering the beautiful visage with kisses.

Delfin gave a sigh of joy and fulfillment and nestled as close as possible, relishing the feel of the solid, furred body against his own.

"Tomorrow I will speak to your mother and we can Bond fully," Seamus said, dropping a kiss into the lustrous tresses.

"Tomorrow. It seems so far away," Delfin murmured dreamily.

"Not long, Petal," Seamus smiled. He tightened his grip as he felt the lithe body relax into sleep. When the Dryad awoke in the morning it would be in his bed, in his arms and with his scent on him. He was Seamus' now.

****

Seamus smiled lovingly at the lithe body sprawled in the bed. Delfin had clearly not taken to pillows as they were on the floor. The blanket was shoved carelessly aside leaving the caramel-hued body naked from the waist upwards. Seamus realised his tongue was sliding across suddenly dry lips. So much beauty and it was all his. He bit back a groan as Delfin rolled sensuously to lie on his back, his limbs spread wide. As if aware of the avaricious stare, the Dryad's sex began to stir and fill as Seamus moved to lie close to his Chosen's side. The Vampire leant forward to run his tongue over the dark-honeyed flesh of smooth inner thighs, smiling as a muted sound of pleasure fell from the perfect pink lips of his mate. He positioned himself between the out-flung limbs as Delfin's eyes fluttered open. The smile that held love and joy warmed Seamus to the depths of his soul.

"Seamus."

The still-drowsy voice held the same emotions as the smile and verdant orbs. Seamus lowered his lips to taste the sweetness that was his own precious Chosen. It was a kiss that shared the emotions they felt and seared their souls together. Passion exploded, feelings long suppressed surfaced. Their hands moved to touch along with lips and bodies, pressing impossibly close, hiding nothing, as if trying to meld into one being. Seamus poured all his longing for Delfin into their mouths' merging. He drank in the taste of the nymph, reacquainted himself with the texture of his lover's tongue, teeth, the roof of his mouth. All committed to sense memory to recall on those occasions when he could not experience the reality. 

The desire to learn all of the tastes of the Dryad inflamed the Vampire, consuming him in a potent mix of ardour and need. He tasted behind the upswept ears, nibbling at the elegant tip to impassioned cries of encouragement. He rolled the lithe body to nip at the nape of Delfin's neck, then at his collarbone. The Vampire's tongue slid over the soft visage, tracing the winged eyebrows and silken cheeks. This was all new, special and his alone. His hands ran over Delfin's torso, palming chest and flanks. His nymph's soft moans spurred him on to taste what his hands held. Seamus' mouth replaced his fingers in the exploration of the smooth chest and irresistible nipples. 

Delfin was panting, his breaths coming in short bursts due to the exquisite sensations his lover was eliciting from his body. Never had his skin felt so alive. His nipples had hardened, peaking needily, begging for more of the arousing touches. He moaned, arching upwards shamelessly, as Seamus' tongue laved one nipple and fingers teased the other. Delfin wanted to press his body closer, as if to crawl inside Seamus himself. 

The Vampire let his sense of touch take reign. His fingers moved lower, tracing the sensitive area around hard, damp flesh. A part of him screamed for the final union, but he kept a firm control of himself. He would only take that last step after getting the blessing of Delfin's family. His eager digits explored musk-scented treasure and his mouth followed. The taste of pre-come dripping freely was as sweet and addictive as Seamus remembered and he moaned his own pleasure. He savoured the scent and taste of Delfin as he licked around the base of hard flesh and suede-like sac. Desiring yet more, Seamus enveloped his nymph's shaft into his mouth, the bucking of the younger male easily restrained with a strong hand on a slender hip. 

He sucked and explored the darker hued flesh, committing to memory the taste, scent, feel and sight. He suckled on it more intensely, to ensure its only option was to attain release. He let it fall from his lips as he felt the trembling that heralded Delfin's orgasm, ignoring the soft whine of denial. He lay over his mate, their eager lengths nestling intimately, and began to thrust as he kissed his lover. He groaned as the nymph matched his movements, causing delicious friction. Twin cries of fulfilment rose into the air as both men reached their climaxes. Seamus rolled to let his lover drape languorously over his chest.

As his breathing slowed, Delfin began a sensual slide down Seamus' furred torso. He licked at the heated skin lapping away the evidence of shared passion before clambering to settle astride his older lover and bending to share their tastes with him in a slow, deep kiss.

"I love you," he whispered, his lush, green eyes shining.

"I love you, Petal, my precious Own," Seamus smiled. At last he was complete.

****

The walk through the forest was a delight for Seamus as Delfin pointed out hidden beauty that would have passed him by unnoticed. He smiled, his arms sliding around the lithe form, as Delfin halted their progress once more to claim the Vampire's lips. Soft laughter tickled his ear as he encouraged the nymph to wrap slender legs around his waist and he slowly lifted them into the air. He held tightly to the supple body as Delfin twisted one way then another to see the forest from dizzying angles, the Vampire relishing his lover's exclamations of pleasure. 

As they approached the area in which his mother resided, Delfin grew anxious, concerned that she would frown upon his choice of mate. He leant his head on Seamus' shoulder as he was enveloped in strong arms.

"You are my Chosen," Seamus murmured reassuringly. "We will not be parted. She is your mother. She must want what is best for her child." He felt Delfin give a nod against him before a shrill shout of his lover's name startled them.

"What do you think you are doing?" 

A female Dryad emerged from a large tree. There was similarity with Delfin enough for Seamus to realise he was looking at the Dryad's. However, her tresses were a lighter shades of brown, her eyes more sapphire than emerald but above all else, her face was harder than the delicately-boned nymph that was his Chosen. 

"This is Seamus," Delfin replied, moving to stand at his mate's shoulder. "I am his Chosen. Seamus this is my mother, Anise."

"You are not," she hissed. "Unless you want me to prohibit you seeing Hallam, whether that slut Linden is with him or not, you will go back to where you belong and put all such notions from your head. I forbid you to have any contact with this creature."

"But, mother..." Delfin pleaded.

"Now," Anise screeched.

"It's alright, my Own. I will come for you. I promise, Petal," Seamus vowed. The Vampire felt his heart pierced as a sob lingered in the air after Delfin had fled. Forcing himself not to pursue his nymph, Seamus turned angrily to the female Dryad who stood smirking cruelly.

"Why?" he asked. "You know he will be mine. All you are doing his hurting your own child. The hurt I endure I do so knowing that the Old Ones will demand Delfin is released from your control to take his place at my side."

"But they move slowly, Vampire," Anise whispered, swaying seductively towards him. "It could be many cold, lonely, painful nights before you and he are allowed together. If you try and take him, I will raise charges of abduction." Anise now stood close to the attractive blond, her eyes raking appreciatively over his muscular form. "But it doesn't have to be that way. There is a way you could have him tonight." Her hand reached to touch Seamus and she scowled as the Vampire moved out of reach.

"How?" Seamus questioned. He could scent lust and arousal and the proximity of Anise was making his skin crawl. He could scarcely believe his Chosen's own mother was trying to seduce him.

"Sire me," Anise replied eagerly. "Make me one of your kind and I will release Delfin from my matriarchy."

"How could you?" Seamus hissed angrily. He instinctively changed into fighting mode, fangs and claws extending in response to Anise's words. He caught her arm before she could vanish into the nearest tree and shook her hard. "Delfin will take his place at my side and in my life, as he already has in my heart, because he is the other half of my soul. Not because he is something to be used in some perverted game of bartering." He shoved the female nymph away from him in disgust.

"Your choice, Seamus," Anise hissed. "He could have been in your bed this night. Instead he will be cold and alone wondering if he will ever see you again. When the Old Ones try to make me release him I will fight every inch of the way. You know what to do to get him."

The last of Anise's words were a shriek as Seamus had already taken flight back to the villa. Tears blurred his vision as he sped back to his family. His heart's desire had spent just one night in his arms and he did not know how long it would be before he could see his beloved Chosen again.

****

Wyl and David stood stunned to hear what had happened as Seamus brokenly explained to his family why Delfin was not with him. A single tear slid down Wyl's cheek as Seamus was led away by Vincent and Gabriel while Mario and Roman rushed to start the process of alerting the Old Ones to what had taken place.

"Seamus said Anise had forbidden Delfin to see him, but nothing about any others," Wyl said, wiping away the fallen tear. "I want to go to him. Seamus has our husbands, Delfin's alone."

"Let me just advise Mario of where we are going," David said. "Then we go together."

The dark and light Vampires flew swiftly to the forest and the place they had found Delfin. They landed silently but before either could call out to Delfin, he rushed into Wyl's embrace.

"It hurts, Wyl," he whispered. "It hurts so much."

"I know," Wyl soothed. In truth he *did*know. Sometimes the pain he had felt when he had thought Vincent dead still crept up on him in the way amputees felt pain from phantom limbs. He had not revealed this to anyone, not even Vincent. A part of him felt he would be betraying his husband to discuss it with anyone else. Another part of him instinctively knew Vincent was suffering in some way and Wyl had selflessly pushed his own needs aside to focus on caring as best he could for his lover. "I know," he repeated.

"Delfin, Seamus has told us of your mother's reaction. We want to help. Would your father not have some say in this matter?" David asked as Wyl and the Dryad slowly parted.

"I do not know," Delfin shook his head. "He did not seek to break his binding to Anise when she left us or to have me exclusively under his care. She told us she would not return and he was so happy to finally be free to love Linden as he had been loved for so many years. He may be able to help. I cannot wait nine more summers, I cannot," he added, dropping his head onto Wyl's shoulder.

"You won't, Delfin," David promised. The blond was certain of that much at least. "Let us go," he urged. "Seamus is just as distraught as you," he said squeezing a slender shoulder.

Nodding Delfin took a deep breath and squared his shoulders determinedly. If there was something, *anything*, he could do to ensure he was back in Seamus' arms more quickly, he would do it. He glanced at the faces of the two Vampires at his side and gave a small smile. They looked as every bit as determined as he felt. It reassured him as well as strengthened him. Looking forward once more, he picked up his stride. Perhaps Hallam *could*help in some way.

After several minutes of rapid-paced walking, Delfin suddenly broke into a run, Wyl and David keeping pace.

"Father, father," the Dryad called as he finally stopped beneath a huge, majestic tree. "Father, are you here?"

A moment later an older Dryad emerged from the tree. It was clear to Wyl and David that this was Delfin's father. His face lacked the delicate bone-structure of the younger Dryad, being squarer, more solid. However, his eyes and hair were almost identical. 

"Delfin, what is it?" he asked with concern, his eyes regarding Wyl and David with suspicion. He listened intently as Delfin explained what had happened and how he was now forbidden to see the man he loved despite being his Chosen.

"She cannot prevent this," Hallam said, shaking his head. "It is not her decision to make."

"Is Delfin alright?"

Everyone turned at the softly spoken question. Wyl gasped at the sight of the new comer as Delfin rushed eagerly to her side with a cry of delight.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05



"A brother. I'm going to have a brother," he said as he caressed the pregnant swell. "Why did you not tell me?" He asked turning back to his father.

"Anise forbade it," Hallam replied sadly.

Wyl stared almost uncomprehendingly. The newest Dryad was indeed very pregnant. He was also very male. He watched as Hallam moved to his mate and stroked his hand down hair of dark honey-blond. He felt very self-conscious as eyes of bright sea-green turned to him with curiosity and amusement.

"I am Linden. Although Hallam is still bound to Anise by the ties of marriage, we are bound by those of love. Some male Dryads are carriers," he added, his hand rubbing over his swell. "Hallam and I have been blessed that our union has borne fruit."

Hallam quickly explained to his lover what had happened and the blond Dryad wrapped an arm around Delfin as the young nymph burrowed close.

"What can we do?" Linden asked, his delicate features marred by a frown of concern.

"I should have acted to break my tie to Anise when she left us," Hallam said, his voice filled with anger. "My inaction has left you, the mate of my soul, without status even though you carry our child and my son denied his own soul-mate. I am going to our Ancient Ones and am going to put this right." Hallam vanished into the tree.

Delfin stared at what Hallam carried as he rejoined them. The older Dryad was now wearing a chest harness. It held two long, silver-handles knives which were sheathed at his back. He held a similar harness and knives and passed them to Delfin.

"Dryads are seen as simple, almost child-like creatures," Hallam said smiling grimly at Wyl and David. "And, of course, as highly sexual beings. However, we are aware of what happens in the greater world. Although we do not actively participate in the protection of humankind we have our own warriors to protect ourselves and to offer assistance if needed. The tradition is passed from father to son or mother to daughter. Fortunately I never revealed this part of me to Anise. These knives have been passed down my family line for generations," he added to Delfin. "I would have given them to you when you passed out of matriarchy. Instead I give them to you now, in celebration of you finding the other half of your soul as Linden is mine. I give him into your care whilst I am gone." He kissed Delfin, hugging his son tightly before enveloping his pregnant mate with infinite tenderness.

"Take care, my love," Linden whispered before his lips were claimed by the man he adored.

"I will be as swift as possible," Hallam said to the group that had instinctively closed tightly together. "When I return I am confident that I will be able to send Delfin to Seamus with my blessing and take Linden as my one, true, tied mate."

For a moment or two the little group stared into the forest in the direction Hallam had raced. It was Linden that broke the silence left in his lover's wake.

"Will you return to your own tree?" Linden asked Delfin. Despite Hallam's words, he was aware of that Anise's bar on the young Dryad even seeing him still stood.

"I will stay with you and care for you as my father asked of me," Delfin said determinedly. "I wish she had never met him," he added sadly. 

"But if she had not, then I would not have you," Linden said softly, gathering the younger nymph into a hug. "Will your friends go back home?" he then asked as they separated.

"Can you stay?" Delfin asked hopefully.

"Of course," David replied.

Within minutes the four were nesting high in the tree on a platform liberally strewn with leaves that helped make a warm, comfortable place to sleep. David sat watching Delfin as he lay between Linden and Wyl. The dark Vampire had moved to lie by the Dryads when he had heard the young nymph whisper Seamus' name in his sleep. Wyl's presence had settled Delfin and now all three slept peacefully. As far as the blond was concerned, Linden and Hallam were now part of his family and he would protect them just as he would any of the others. 

****

As dawn bathed the forest with pale light and the mantle of mist slowly ascended to merge with the clouds, the group left the tree. It was the intention of Wyl and David to quickly return to Seamus and advise him of what was happening. However, the group froze as Wyl stopped and whispered.

"Danger."

Anise, her face contorted into an angry visage, appeared from one of the trees ahead.

"I knew you would do something stupid," she spat at Delfin. "You will pay for your flagrant disobedience."

"Don't even try to touch him," David growled, placing his body between the female Dryad and his family as she took a step forward.

"I am going to convene a meeting," Anise hissed sibilantly at Delfin. "I will accuse Hallam of abandonment and demand he is forced to remain at my side, with you, until you are out of matriarchy. I will also demand that my husband's seducer is exiled from this forest. Everyone knows that whilst I temporarily left, Linden took advantage of my absence." 

"You told us both you were leaving permanently," Delfin said, tears falling. "You said he was welcome to go to Linden. That you never loved him."

"Your word against mine," Anise shrugged. "Even if no decision is made today, Hallam will have to live apart from Linden until a consensus is reached. Dryads take time, as you well know, to come to decisions." 

"You are a cold, evil woman," David growled menacingly. "If you hurt my family I will ensure you pay the price."

Despite having the advantage in height over the blond Vampire, Anise took a few steps back at the look in David's eyes. 

"You will be summoned," she said before flitting into the nearest tree.

"Oh, Linden I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Delfin said, distraught.

"Shh, love," Linden soothed. "Hallam will return and all will be well. Have the same faith in your father as I do. I would like to rest a little longer so why not show your friends your skill with your knives. Hallam is proud of your abilities."

David watched as Delfin managed a shaky smile before vanishing to obey Linden. Wyl followed Delfin's movements and so David knew he was the only one to see the soul-deep anguish in Linden's eyes that the older Dryad quickly hid as Delfin emerged once more.

"I will rest with Linden," David smiled. "You can show me another time."

Ensconced in the tree, David gently enfolded Linden's shaking form.

"I cannot be apart from Hallam for nine years, I cannot," he sobbed softly. "How can I birth and care for our child alone?"

"You would not *be* alone," David said emphatically. "*You*, as well as Delfin and Hallam, are my family and we would have you live with us if it came to it. *We* will help with the birth and care of your child if it has to be. However, have no doubt that if Hallam is not as successful as he would hope, Seamus and the rest of my family will petition ceaselessly to overturn anything that Anise attempts to do."

"Thank you," Linden whispered. "I know now just how safe Delfin will be in your care." He gave a pained sound and his hand rubbed over his swell. "The baby feels my distress," he murmured.

David quickly had the Dryad lying down and his own hand gently rubbed the swollen belly as Linden rested against him. He silently vowed to care for his extended family.

****

The summons came just before evening. David and Wyl stood protectively on either side of Delfin and Linden. David fought to disguise his anger and disgust as Anise sobbed as if heartbroken as she made her accusations and demands. She had a small core of female Dryads with her who clearly believed her to be the injured party. David wondered just what impact it would have to speed away quickly and bring Seamus to attest about the unnecessary suffering enforced separation from his Chosen had on both of them. A collective gasp had him turn around.

Hallam was walking towards the group with two white-haired Dryads. He broke away from them to take his place at Linden's side, wrapping one arm around his mate and the other around his son.

"We owe you our apologies, Linden and Delfin. We underestimated the depth of the canker within Anise. We would have intervened sooner had we thought she would behave thus. We thought that once she had seen you bear fruit of your union with Hallam she would release him herself. We are pleased to see that your faithfulness has been so richly rewarded and sever the tie that binds your soul-mate to another. From this moment Hallam and Linden are bound as they should have been."

"Thank you, my Lady," Linden whispered before being enveloped by his lover and kissed until breathless. 

The couple stood smiling delightedly at each other as Delfin vibrated with joy at their side. He was quickly pulled into a hug by the two older Dryads.

The nymphs who had supported Anise drifted quickly away to leave her standing alone glowering furiously.

"You seduced a Vampire and were happy to leave your husband and your son," the second of the Ancients spoke. "It took a long time for the story to reach us but we found out that you cared nothing for the Vampire save he was a way for you to attain immortality. You thought the trees where you had gone to be fully asleep, but the presence of a Dryad woke them enough to relay the events. His family did not trust you and found out your infidelity before he could Sire you. You thought by making those around you fearful or suspicious of Vampires that your perfidy would remain unknown. Had we not been called away we would have acted some weeks ago."

"Anise you are banished from this forest. The call will spread where there are still communes of our kind and they will know you are rotten within. You will leave now." Anise said nothing, but glared malevolently at Hallam and his family.

Reacting to the malice he felt, Wyl moved to act as shield for the three Dryads who were a part of his family.

"If you attempt to return to this forest or bring harm to Hallam or Linden we will know and you will be punished accordingly."

"Fools," Anise spat before vanishing into the nearest tree.

"Now to you, Delfin," the Ancient female Dryad smiled. "You are Seamus' Chosen and you must return to him. However, we will speak privately to you before you go."

****

Wyl and David carried Delfin between them, flying swiftly back to the villa. They released him at the doorway, hugging and laughing with delight as the Dryad ran inside, racing up the staircase. As he reached the top step, Seamus was already halfway along the hall, his face alight with the same joy on Delfin's. The nymph ran as fast as he could, leaping to close the last of the distance between them to be caught in strong arms and crushed to Seamus' chest. He felt himself be flown gently towards the bedroom as their lips met and they kissed. 

"I am free to be with you, Seamus," Delfin whispered as they stood inside the room. "Remove my white ribbon, my love. I will not leave this room still a virgin."

Delfin noticed that Seamus' hands shook as he obeyed the soft command. He purred approvingly as the Vampire also removed the Dryad's clothing and then his own. Both were erect, each as equally needy as the other. Standing close but not touching, Delfin felt shivery sensations as he gazed at the man who would finally, rightfully take his virginity and claim him as his Chosen. 

Seamus lifted his hands and traced the features of his lover, a hint of skin sliding across nose, cheekbones and forehead. The touch was as so light as to be shadow sensing his mate. The Vampire intended to draw out their love-play, to savour the experience and make it both pleasurable and memorable for his Chosen. Two fingers ghosted across Delfin's ears, pinching the tips with perfect pressure to elicit a shudder from the smaller male. Seamus' hands moved over Delfin's hair, stroking the long strands, free from the braids that had been held with the white ribbon. The movement teased them into motion, their shades of sienna, ochre and mahogany accented with the diamond glitter of moonlight. 

"Your hair is so beautiful, so silky, so soft," he murmured into Delfin's exposed ear. He then took the tip between his teeth and bit gently. A soft cry of passion escaped Delfin's lush lips.

Delfin drew in a ragged breath. His body felt like it was melting from the heat of desire. Seamus' words created erotic images in his mind, their flames consuming him. His body was trembling, aching for more intimate contact. Tendrils of pleasure began to spread, infusing him with need and want, exciting and arousing, quickening his heartbeat, his breaths, as he began to pant wetly. Hunger for his mate inflamed his flesh and the fire of need threatened to devour him.

"You are perfect, Delfin. I want to feel my skin against yours." Seamus voice husked hotly as his hands traversed smooth, bronzed skin. Finally, Seamus allowed his hand to hover over Delfin's sexuality. The tip of Seamus' tongue painted across his lover's lips, teasing them with liquid heat. "Open your mouth for me," he whispered in a voice as dark as night.

Delfin parted his lips instantly and Seamus entered with a slow and sensual motion. An amatory duel began as each man explored with teeth and lips. The wet sound of tongues tasting each other in an erotic rhythm permeated the air. Delfin could feel Seamus' need as his fingers traced patterns across the blond's muscular back. The sensuality was enveloping him in a haze of desire. Seamus' mouth was still demanding, still possessing Delfin's. The capture and suckling of his tongue was the final catalyst for the inexperienced male who had been achingly aroused from the moment he had been embraced in his lover's arms. He came, shuddering helplessly in Seamus' strong hold, waves of pleasure crashing over him. 

Slowly the Dryad regained his senses and Delfin lifted his head, wordlessly asking for the return of Seamus' mouth. Seamus tongue traced a line of down the Dryad's vulnerable neck, pausing to mark the flesh with his teeth. Delfin's body arched off the bed as the fragile skin was bruised. 

"You are mine." 

Delfin gripped Seamus' head, bringing the Vampire's mouth back to his neck. He whimpered needily at the open-mouthed kisses and gentle sucking from the bigger male.

"Yes. Yours, only ever yours," Delfin affirmed.

Seamus found and teased a dark, peaked nipple, stroking until it hardened and throbbed. Delfin's hands wrestled with sheets as Seamus began to nurse at his right nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other, matching the rhythm to his suckling. 

"Oh, Seamus, please." Delfin's body twisted, his hips lifting off the bed, offering his body for the final union. As sensual as Dryads were, he realised that he could not as yet match Seamus' experience. 

"You are so beautiful." Seamus brushed his fingers over Delfin's swollen lips. "I want you so much." 

"I want you, too," the Dryad whispered. Delfin opened his mouth, capturing Seamus' fingers with his tongue to suck slowly, deliberately, trying to incite his mate into taking him. His ploy worked. With a low, deep growl Seamus moved to engulf Delfin's spent organ. Seamus' mouth seemed everywhere. A lapping tongue, laving lips and nipping teeth erotically tortured and teased his innocent flesh. 

Seamus replaced mouth with hand to be able to watch Delfin fall apart at his touches. He pressed his thumb hard against the sensitive underside, pleased to see that the Dryad was already hardening rapidly. He traced the vein from root to tip, twisting his hand as he reached the head, swooping to lick ravenously at the pre-come that dripped free. His eyes not leaving Delfin's face, he began to rake the sensitised flesh with his teeth relishing the barely coherent pleas from the Dryad. 

An impassioned cry broke free as Seamus stroked the sensitive area behind Delfin's sac, caressing the smooth perineum. A feather light touch ghosted over the suede-like skin and then a tender hand slid the precious orbs it contained together and apart. Seamus released Delfin's hardness, allowing it to slip slowly from his mouth. A glistening pearl pooled at its tip as his hand continued to stroke the lithe body. The Vampire gazed mesmerized and enchanted as drop after drop escaped, slipping down the straining length. His nostrils flared at the scent and he allowed his tongue to dart out and taste the nectar of his Chosen. 

Delfin was turned onto his stomach, a pillow eased under his hips as he was arranged for Seamus' pleasure. Anxiety and anticipation added fuel to the fire that was consuming his control. Strong, capable hands began a languid caress of his body. Broad, strong palms roamed across his shoulders and down his back, kneading away tenseness. He made small sounds of pleasure and encouragement as Seamus marked him, the Vampire's sharp teeth nipping before a soft tongue licked. Knowledgeable fingers dug into the muscles of Delfin's lower back before moving to his buttocks. His hips were encouraged into a slow rhythmic grind against Seamus' fully erect flesh. The Dryad felt its length nestled in the cleft of his cheeks. His still-virginal body screamed with unspoken need, underlying apprehension conflicting with mounting urgency. 

"Seamus, Seamus," he chanted, unable to articulate his desire.

Instinct dictated Delfin's lower body rise up when Seamus' fingers gently spread his cheeks apart. His thumb grazed the hidden opening, before his tongue teased the furled rosebud. The Dryad's body had produced some of its own lubrication, but not near enough for the protective Vampire. He trickled some rose oil onto his fingers, smiling at the soft sound of pleasure from his woodland mate. He then stroked across the tiny entrance, letting his Chosen become used to such intimate love-play. He stretched over his mate, blanketing Delfin's body. He nuzzled tenderly, encouraging the Dryad to turn his head, capturing his mouth. Seamus' tongue slid forward into the dark cavern, tempting Delfin's own slick muscle into play. He distracted with kisses as he pressed a single finger inside his lover's molten heat. 

A trail of warm, moist kisses across Delfin's shoulder calmed the shivering Dryad as a second finger was added, opening, stretching him with loving care. Delfin could feel his body begin to relax despite the fear that still sent tingles to flit through his mind. Seamus' fingers probed even deeper and he gave a low moan of desire. His body was ready for the final union, even if his mind was still harbouring residual anxiety. He felt Seamus' hand close lightly around his swollen shaft as a third finger was added. 

The Vampire pressed deeper into the tight channel, thrusting slowly in and out, twisting and scissoring his fingers, reaching for his mate's sweet spot. Finally, Seamus felt a fingertip nudge against the gland. With deliberate slowness he stroked. Delfin's cry was a sweet, dulcet sound and Seamus shamelessly exploited the Dryad's jewel. His reward was the smaller man pushing back on his fingers, mindlessly riding them for his own pleasure and the older man growled approvingly. 

Finally he pressed the weeping head of his own engorged flesh against his lover's still-tight entrance. Shifting his hips, he pushed forwards, breaching the virginal channel, entering slowly, reverently. Hearing Delfin's cry of joy as they united in body, he encircled his slender lover's body with his arms, nuzzling the elegantly pointed ears. His tongue traced the whorls of one upswept ear before nibbling gently on the delicate ear-tip.

"I love you so much," he whispered tenderly.

Cautiously, slowly, joyously, Seamus pushed into moist heat, submersing himself in Delfin's tightness. He used his powerful legs to part Delfin's thighs wider. He growled with a mix of primal passion and primitive possession as he slid fully inside the virginal passage and into blissful heat. Mind-fracturing pleasure seared throughout him as his lover's hot, rippling sheath enveloped him. Seamus groaned as Delfin began to instinctively rock back and forth, adding another layer of delight for the Vampire. The bedroom echoed with Delfin's ecstasy as Seamus angled just fractionally to nudge the Dryad's jewel. He grasped his mate's dripping erection and began a rhythmic stroking, timed precisely with his thrusts. 




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05



Slow, steady, deep strokes filled Delfin over and over. He had never imagined how wonderful the sensations would be, never dreamt he would feel so completed by being a part of another. Urgent moans rent the air that was thick with the scent of musk, arousal and love. Each man slowly slipped off the reins of restraint. Seamus' thrusts became harder and faster, driving deeper into his smaller lover whilst Delfin pushed back, meeting each powerful lunge with one of his own to take the bigger man deeper inside him. Delfin screamed unashamedly. The lovemaking was beyond anything he had ever felt, alighting every nerve and synapse in his body. 

The older man moaned as he fell into the rhythm, overjoyed at Delfin's easy acceptance of their union. He could feel the Dryad's erection throbbing and knew his lover was heading towards a climax they would share. Each one of the impassioned cries fuelled him on, striving to give utmost pleasure, delighting with each counter-move of his lover's body. A long, slow trembling began deep within Delfin, the Dryad's sheath tightening around the Vampire, making him openly groan. Seamus pulled Delfin up to sit on his thighs. Buried as deeply as possible, Seamus began to thrust with his powerful haunches, leaving Delfin defenceless, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure the Vampire freely bestowed. 

Overcome by the constant rubbing of his jewel and the strong hand stroking his engorged shaft, Delfin screamed his mate's name. A kaleidoscope of sensations cascaded over him and a maelstrom of ecstasy enveloped him. His orgasm detonated from deep within, his rapture making his vision grey as he shuddered on Seamus' lap. His crème erupted from his erection, coating his lover's fingers. Even as he found his own release he felt Seamus' incendiary climax explode, filling his body with the Vampire's liquid essence as sharp teeth bit his shoulder. 

The rippling sheath milked Seamus' orgasm from him and he bellowed his mate's name as his seed branded Delfin's inner walls, indelibly marking the Dryad as his. He eased the younger man back to the bed to lie on their sides. Seamus smoothed the tangled tresses of Delfin's damp hair as he slipped reluctantly and cautiously out of his lover's body. Turning him around, Seamus brushed a tender kiss across Delfin's lips. His arms encircled the younger man, pulling him close, holding him in tight embrace. 

"I love you, Delfin." 

"I love you, too. I am truly yours now, Seamus. Feed from me." 

"Delfin, you don't understand the implications..." Seamus began.

"Yes I do," the Dryad smiled, lassitude beginning to consume him in the wake of the incendiary orgasm, but this was too important to him to give in to the alluring pull. "The Ancient explained everything to me before I came here. Wyl became a Vampire like Vincent because he was a mortal when they fully Bonded. I am a Dryad and will remain so, like Gabriel has remained Lycan. I want that, I want everything with you because you are everything to me."

"Relax, love," Seamus whispered against the fragile flesh of the Dryad's throat. He let his fangs descend and pressed them to break the skin. He tasted love, joy and faithfulness and a sweetness that was pure Delfin. He felt the shudders of the smaller man as if the Dryad was experiencing a secondary orgasm as Seamus suckled. He licked closed the tiny wounds and felt his heart soar at the look of bliss on Delfin's exquisite visage.

Seamus nestled his lover's lithe frame against his own, smiling as the young Dryad slipped into a light doze. They would have their Bonding ceremony at the earliest opportunity, although he particularly wanted his closest of friends present: Liam and his family, Yasmin and Ishmael, Coleran and Marten. He would ask Liam to help with the arrangements. He had waited so long for this moment and yet now he would not have changed the time he waited. He had the other half of his soul in his hands. 

****

The rest of their family was yet to join Vincent and Wyl back at their home. Gabriel and David would arrive the next day, Seamus and Delfin a day after that. The three couples enjoying some time alone before reuniting. Wyl was still in the bathroom and Vincent knew he could wait no longer. He needed his mate. He moved to the doorway and gave a sound of pleasure and appreciation as the regarded the half-naked figure. Their eyes met in the mirror set over the counter at which Wyl stood, the older Vampire's erection standing proudly, glistening wetly, aching to be buried in tight heat.

Vincent stepped in closer until he was only millimetres from Wyl's body. He could feel the heat of arousal emanating from the younger man. Vincent took the last step, moving his left leg until it rested between both of Wyl's, his groin resting against the brunette's right cheek. He felt the younger man's body press back. Vincent encircled his Chosen with an arm, and let his hand caress Wyl's chest, brushing against two already hardened nipples with a deft flick of his thumb. 

Wyl let out a low moan and pressed back again, harder this time. The word came out on a gasp.

"Yes."

Vincent let his hand drop lower, rejoicing in the hardness he felt there. He pressed his erection hard against Wyl. In response the slender body shifted so Vincent's shaft rested against his cleft, and he rubbed enticingly. This time Vincent let out the moan and he grabbed his lover with both arms. He held tightly as his hips thrust, his shaft instinctively searching for where it belonged, denied only by the jeans Wyl still wore. Wyl turned his head and Vincent found himself a hair's breadth away from lush lips. He closed the distance and satisfied his desire to touch and taste which ironically only served to further whet his appetite for the younger man. 

One hand fisted in Wyl's hair, holding him captive as Vincent swept his tongue past parted lips, thoroughly exploring the warm, wet cavern. He growled when Wyl's tongue instantly mated with his. Each kiss was better than the one preceding, until every sense was submersed with taste, sight, scent, sound and the feel of silken hair and lithe body. Vincent ground himself against the slighter form shamelessly, letting Wyl feel how much he wanted him.

Their eyes met in the mirror, both pairs darkened with desire. Wyl groaned and pressed back against Vincent as he nuzzled at Wyl's neck. He rumbled his pleasure as Wyl touched his erection, stroking it from its root to leaking tip. He caressed smooth skin and admired the lithe, beautiful physique. Vincent watched enthralled at the delighted expressions dancing across Wyl's face as he ran masterful hands over his mate's bared chest and alluring nipples. They skimmed down his abdomen, over the tight, denim-covered hardness and began a slow, deliberate kneading of swollen, imprisoned flesh. 

"I love you." Wyl was turned in Vincent's arms and the kisses his lover bestowed were a heady mix of benediction, concord and desire. 

The blond held tightly to the smaller man with one arm, his tongue possessing Wyl's mouth. Within seconds he had divested Wyl of the jeans that impeded him. He gave a rumbling sound of approval as Wyl turned back to the mirror and brushed against him, snuggling his nether cheeks against Vincent's hard, weeping shaft. There was no doubt as to what his mate wanted. 

Vincent ran his hands down Wyl's body, indulging himself in stroking the eager erection, watching it swell further under his ministrations. He smiled and nibbled on Wyl's neck again. The taste of his mate's skin was beguiling and the older Vampire knew he would never tire of it. Vincent descended slowly to kneel behind Wyl. He pulled apart satin globes and licked predatorily at the tears of need that slid to meet him. Voraciously he pressed closer, tongue surging into heated depths to an impassioned cry and the rocking back of slender hips. Suddenly Vincent had to be inside his Chosen. Standing he ran his fingers down the cleft until he felt the small opening to Wyl's body. He felt it flex its welcome under the knowing touch of his fingers. 

"Love you," Vincent murmured as he pushed inside Wyl's body.

Wyl's eyes closed, and Vincent could see the rapture on his face. He moved deeper to nudge the magic spot. He felt Wyl's body jerk when he found it and could not suppress the feral grin. 

"More? Do you want more?" 

Wyl nodded, his eyes closed, his tongue darting to lick at his upper lip. 

Vincent thrust smoothly, nipping at the fragile flesh of throat and shoulder.

"You feel so good. Feels so good to be inside you." 

Wyl spread his legs wider and bent over, his elbows on the counter. All he could think about was enticing Vincent into thrusting harder, deeper, faster and propelling both of them into ecstasy.

Vincent watched his hard flesh moving in and out of Wyl's body and it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Wyl's groans of pleasure and the slap of flesh on flesh joined in a sensual harmony with Vincent's deep, low growls. He reached around slender hips, encircling the silken- smooth, hard length of Wyl's erection. The younger Vampire gave a sound of need and desire that pierced Vincent to his core.

"Do you feel me inside you?" Vincent withdrew almost to the tip of his shaft and then plunged in again. "Do you feel me?" 

"Yes." Wyl opened his eyes and looked beseechingly at Vincent. "I feel you. I need you. I love you." 

"Watch me touching you, pleasuring you, pleasuring us."

Wyl's eyes were transfixed by the tableau before him. He could see Vincent's hand moving with the same rhythm of the blond's hips. Slow, fast, slow, slow, fast again and each time the large hand fondled him from root to tip in perfect synchronisation. 

Finally the older Vampire could no longer resist the pull towards completion. He thrust harder, his hand stroking Wyl in an ever faster rhythm, wanting them to come together. He could hear the grunts from his own mouth matching the softer mewls from Wyl's lips. Then, without further warning, Wyl's orgasm consumed the younger Vampire. A cry of joy echoed in the bathroom and Vincent watched mesmerised as semen fountained forth from the flesh he milked. The sound, sight, scent and feel of Wyl's release, combined with the tight channel massaging his excited flesh, pushed the blond over the edge. He bellowed as his essence filled his Chosen.

Wyl murmured appreciatively as he was laid on their bed, his cheeks parted and his lover's tongue bathed his most intimate opening. A gentle urging and, as he laid on his back, the same tongue slithered sensuously around his emptied sac and softened, damp flesh.

"Hurry back," he whispered drowsily as Vincent returned to the bathroom.

Vincent smiled as he bent to retrieve discarded clothing before going back to join his mate. A shadow of movement caught his eye and he froze. It was not possible. He spun around, but the bathroom was empty apart from himself. But he had seen. He had seen. It had been the most fleeting of glimpses. A large body, red skin and yet a part of his mind kept denying it. It had to. If he had truly seen, then Marcus' imaginary demon was not a fantasy. 

It was real. 

And it had found Vincent.



Vampires and Lovers Ch. 06



Ch. 6 Demon



Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Vincent shook his head. There was no demon in the room, no demon in the apartment. Whatever he had thought he had seen did not exist, could not exist. He ran his hand tiredly through his blond hair. Clearly the strain he had been under was reaching its limit. He sighed softly. He needed to unburden his soul, but was loathe so to do. Loathe to reveal all that had happened to him, loathe to confess his failing, loathe to cause his beloved Chosen more pain. However, he knew by not speaking he was still causing pain and the indecision of what to do and say was something Vincent was unused to experiencing. In reaction to this, his lovemaking was becoming more aggressive as he sought to reassert his dominance. With a groan he headed back to the bedroom.

The sight of Wyl in his bed and the warming scent of love, fulfilment and happiness, made him harden even as he approached where the younger man lay. The demand that he claim what was his rose in his heart, mind and body, making it impossible to do anything other than make love again. He stood and looked at his Chosen, his eyes taking in the lines and curves of the beautiful young man so oblivious to his stare. Vincent tenderly traced a finger over Wyl's cheek and down to his lips. His heart ached with love as Wyl kissed the fingertip caressing him, murmuring Vincent's name and edged towards him, all without immediately waking.

As his Chosen's eyes opened, they widened at the sight of the proud column standing its ovation for his attention. At Wyl's nod, Vincent cupped the back of his lover's head and gently urged him to the hard flesh that eagerly awaited him. Vincent groaned softy as Wyl began suckling dreamily making small sounds of satisfaction. The blond indulged in carefully-controlled, long, lazy thrusts into the lush haven surrounding his erection. Slowly Vincent eased his thrusting and pulled free. The sight, scents, sounds and sensations were threatening to send him over the abyss. Instead, he moved to satisfy taste, his tongue thrusting in imitation of the more intimate flesh that the warm cavern had so recently housed.

Relishing the mixed tastes of his mate and himself, Vincent nipped to the hollow of Wyl's throat, nibbling a sensitive spot until Wyl was panting and writhing. He threw back the covers and avariciously stared at the living banquet before him. The muted light of the single, dim lamp gave a burnished appearance to Wyl's skin. Vincent took his rightful place between the lithe legs and began to tease the irresistible espresso areolae and the chocolate buds they haloed. Wyl murmured encouragements, arching his chest upwards to offer his nipples for more of Vincent's amatory attentions. Vincent teased the very tip of a hardened nub with his tongue and then licked the pebbled surface before drawing the whole nub into his mouth. He nursed at it tenderly and then switched to the other, giving it the same treatment. 

He wrapped his hand around the base of Wyl's erect shaft and let his lips encompass the crown, his tongue probing insistently for the addictive, intoxicating pre-come. Moaning needily, Wyl tried to thrust, but Vincent's weight on his hips prevented his mate from taking any control over the proceedings. Vincent was in command. He and he alone would dictate the speed of their lovemaking. He could feel the tremors in Wyl's body as the younger man's instinctive movements were restrained. Growling his dominance, Vincent took Wyl's flesh deep, inhaling the musk and heat in the nest of dark fur. Vincent's growl vibrated along the shaft he encased causing Wyl to cry his lover's name, one hand fisting in the bedding, the other restlessly petting at Vincent's powerful body. Vincent wanted to hear that pleasure-drenched cry again. Moving his mouth up until just the head of Wyl's organ was encircled, he dropped lower, sucking hard and was duly rewarded.

At the dulcet sound of his name, Vincent slid two fingers under Wyl's sac to his opening. It was slick from a heady mix of their earlier lovemaking and the natural lubricant the bigger male could scent. He lifted Wyl's hips, letting his tongue swipe back and forth to increasingly impassioned cries. Probing inside, the tight channel flexed fiercely around Vincent's agile muscle and his growls deepened in timbre. He wanted his throbbing shaft buried in his lover's body. He coaxed Wyl into turning over for him. His preternatural eyesight had no difficulty in seeing the dilated and glistening rosette that awaited him. He nipped each peachy mound he held, keeping Wyl spread open. He nuzzled at the velvet pouch, feeling the hard orbs, relishing the thought his mate wanted him, needed him.

With a last sharp nip to Wyl's inner thighs, Vincent guided his shaft from the top of Wyl's cleft down to the underside of his sac, teasing his mate, hearing soft pleas entreating him to enter the waiting haven. He resisted a moment or two more, just to emphasise his dominance and then sheathed his full length in Wyl in one powerful movement. With a deep groan, Wyl opened to him, his channel spasming around Vincent's maleness. Vincent wrapped his arms around his Chosen and turned them to lie on their sides. Spooning tightly behind the smaller man, one arm under Wyl's head he hugged his lover to his chest, thrusting deeply and forcefully. Using his free hand, Vincent pushed away the luxuriant tresses and bared the curve of his throat and shoulder, his eyes gleaming. He nipped at fragile flesh.

"Mine," he rasped, teeth descending to erotically press against that fragile flesh. The arm beneath Wyl shifted to hold him close. The other hand moved to pump Wyl's straining erection. In an explosion of movement, Vincent flicked his thumb over the sensitised head of Wyl's shaft, rammed his own rod deep into the clinging sheath and sank his teeth into Wyl's flesh. Vincent felt Wyl convulse in ecstasy. The clenching channel contracted around him in a series of spasms that forced Vincent's finish from him. His seed erupted from him in powerful spurts, filling the cherished body in his arms as Wyl's semen bathed his hand in wet heat. 

As Wyl lay sated and spent, Vincent stayed deep inside his mate, with every intention of remaining there as long as possible, proclaiming Wyl as his. He licked closed the wounds at his lover's throat before lazily lapping his mate's crème from his fingers. He felt Wyl go fully lax and knew the younger man was already asleep, exhausted from two intense sessions of lovemaking. The blond instinctively tightened his grip around the slender body when Wyl gave a small shudder as Vincent lost his battle to remain awake, a flicker of red twisting sensually in his mind.

****

Vincent and Wyl eagerly welcomed the rest of their family back home. Wyl hugging all in turn, delighted they were all together once more. Vincent smiled indulgently. He would give his family time to rest from their journeys. He would speak to them soon enough and wanted them settled first.

The day passed quickly, Gabriel and David enthusing to Wyl and Delfin about the forest they had spent their time in. Seamus had paperwork to attend to and Vincent decided to retire to the bedroom to compose his thoughts.

He stretched out on the large bed and sighed. He was finding it increasingly difficult not to think about the image of the demon Marcus had projected when Vincent was his prisoner. He constantly relived the attack, examining his reactions minutely to convince himself it had all been in his mind and that he could not have stopped it. He also unthinkingly let pleasurable imagery run through his mind, reassuring himself of what he did enjoy in comparison.

A flicker of red immediately drew him out of his contemplations. It was there before him; the demon of his nightmares. He glanced at his door, certain his family would come.

"Just you and me, Vincent," it spoke. Its voice was soft, melodic, seductive.

Vincent stared, unable to move as the creature swayed provocatively towards him. Its penis was already half hard and its tails undulated suggestively. It seemed the embodiment of carnality and wantonness as it licked its lips, making them glisten invitingly.

"I'm what you need, what you want, what you dream of," it said, stopping by the edge of the bed. "I can give you what the boy can't. All you have to do is lie back and give yourself to me. Is that so hard? Stop fighting me, Vincent."

"No," Vincent whispered. "You're not real. I don't want you."

"I'm in your dreams day and night. I know exactly how and where you touch you."

"No!" The denial was absolute as Vincent shut his eyes against the beguiling vision. When he opened them it was gone. He covered his face with his hands. Was he going mad? He needed Wyl, needed to join with his Chosen, needed to be back in control. He rushed from the room.

****

"I need you," Vincent rasped, his voice guttural. He had simply sought out his mate and almost dragged him to their bedroom. He shoved his knee between Wyl's thighs, forcing them apart. He placed his hand on the slender chest, holding the younger man in place. He cupped Wyl's erection with his free hand and nuzzled at the exposed neck. His Chosen moaned his submission, turning his head to allow Vincent access to fragile flesh. Vincent licked at the vulnerable throat and fixed his teeth on it, holding Wyl against the wall with dominant strength. 

The younger Vampire whimpered, unable to deny his instinct to submit to the needs of his alpha mate despite the knowledge that this was not their normal lovemaking. Something had changed within his lover, but Wyl did not know what. Making love had become more aggressive. Vincent seemingly needed to display dominance and control. Although afterwards he was contrite, it did not stop the repetition, the circle seemingly unbreakable. He gave an involuntary shudder that had nothing to do with his arousal but a fleeting chill that pervaded and vanished almost simultaneously.

Then the brunette moaned, rational thought fracturing, as the hand at Wyl's groin stopped rubbing and lowered his zipper. Wyl canted his hips forward, seeking his lover's hand eagerly, still needing and wanting their joining. He hoped he could give Vincent what he needed, that this time his mate could find the catharsis so clearly necessary. A moan of pleasure tore from his mouth as the hand closed around his hardened flesh. Wyl's wrist was grasped and pressed though the opening in Vincent's pants. He gripped the solid column of flesh and stroked. The teeth against his throat broke delicate skin and Wyl moaned as Vincent licked at the wounds, sucking softly. The fangs withdrew and Wyl's body was eased carefully to the floor. His lover followed him down, pushing his tongue deep within his mouth, not relenting in the need to possess his mate. 

Vincent sucked Wyl's lower lip in time with the rhythm of his stroking hand. He stopped to virtually tear off their clothing, growling at the inhibitive cloth, as he felt an almost bestial need to bury himself in Wyl's tight heat. He pulled his pliant mate back into a voracious kiss. Breaking the kiss, the dominant male rolled Wyl onto his stomach and stared with avaricious eyes at his lover's creamy globes. Wyl was hard and leaking and his hidden entrance wept its lubricating tears. Vincent leant down, spreading the mounds apart and thrust his tongue into velvet heat. He plundered the tiny opening, encouraging it to widen to accept his flesh.

Wyl began to keen softly with the need for release. Every muscle was shaking with arousal and he felt there were unquenchable flames in his veins. Although there was a lack of tenderness, Vincent ruthlessly and thoroughly exploited every weakness Wyl possessed to excite and stimulate him. Coherent thought deserted the younger Vampire. He became little more than a being of pure sensation, a sleek, smooth-skinned form crying out to his mate for completion. He existed for Vincent's masterful touch and the joining of their bodies.

Vincent manhandled Wyl with ease so that his chest and upper body leant over their armchair, whilst allowing him access to his lover's lower body. Breathing harshly, Vincent ran his hand proprietarily over hips, buttocks and thighs, urging Wyl's legs wider apart. He hesitated, his gaze entranced by the glistening portal that granted him access to his Chosen's body. Groaning in aching need, he gripped his straining arousal and sheathed himself fully. He held still, feeling the tight straight ripple around him. Then, holding Wyl's hips, Vincent thrust steadily. 

Once into his rhythm, he released one hip to stroke his lover. Vincent drove into the sensitive strait in powerful strokes. He took his Chosen to the brink over and over until Wyl was shaking and begging. Finally, with a feral growl of fulfilment, Vincent sank his full length one last time and came hard. He felt Wyl crest simultaneously, his spasming channel milking the older Vampire of every drop of his release, his own hot seed filling his mate.

Wyl whimpered as his lover gave him a last few, shallow strokes before easing out. He lay against the chair, barely able to comprehend the ferocity of their joining. Then gentle hands were moving him and he was cradled lovingly in Vincent's lap.

"I'm sorry, my Own," Vincent husked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Wyl replied softly. It was not a full lie. Physically, Vincent had somehow tempered the brutality of the lovemaking to ensure Wyl was not hurt in that way, but his heart ached for the tenderness that was missing. "What's wrong, Vincent? Please tell me," he begged.

"Not now," Vincent pleaded, hugging his Chosen to his chest. He could not bear to try and put into words what he was feeling at that moment. "Please be patient a little while longer, my Own. I promise I will talk."

"I love you, Vincent," Wyl said, canting his head for the kiss he craved. This time it was gentle, loving and Wyl moaned in pleasure as his tongue was sucked into Vincent's mouth.

"Feed from me," Vincent urged.

Wyl shuddered as the powerful elixir flooded his mouth. As he licked closed the small wounds, Vincent eased them to their feet.

"Sleep with me?" he asked, holding out his hand. He smiled as Wyl slid his smaller hand into the one Vincent offered. With preternatural speed he had them beneath the sheets, his powerful body wrapped tightly around his precious lover's. He knew he had to speak to his Chosen...and to his family. He had to purge himself following his imprisonment at Marcus' hands. 

That he believed he had seen and spoken to the imaginary demon showed he was getting worse not better. He feared he would truly hurt his young mate. He nuzzled at the bare shoulder before him. Wyl's trust should be something he cherished and yet Vincent knew he was abusing it. He licked at the smooth skin, letting the familiar and beloved taste roll over his tongue. As Wyl slept, Vincent forced himself to remain awake. 

Afraid of what his dreams might bring.

****

Seamus had a surprise for his new lover. As soon as he had found out his Chosen was a Dryad he had made a decision about their penthouse suite home. He wrapped a giggling Delfin in his arms and took him up to the roof. In their absence, Liam and his family had crafted exactly what he desired. The beauty of the roof garden, encased in glass that was specially crafted to withstand attacks, almost took his own breath away and he had commissioned it.

Delfin's delighted sounds as he wandered around trees and plants made Seamus swell with pride.

"The glass can't be opened," he explained. "Apart from its strength, Tillie used a protective incantation over it. It would have been too easy to attack otherwise. Do you like it?"

"I love it, Seamus," Delfin enthused, peppering his lover's face with kisses before running to explore. The floor had been covered with grass and moss, bark had been strewn haphazardly and flowering herbs added a subtle perfume. Bigger plants were in pots or tubs, including some trees. There was even a small waterfall and pool arrangement. It was almost like being outside. He giggled as he came across a couple of incongruous additions to the landscape. One was a bed. It was four-posted and creeping vines and flowers had been trained to cover it and create a living canopy. The other was a large, well-padded armchair.

Seamus' eyes followed his lover's actions avidly, the way a lion watches an isolated gazelle, but he did not pounce. Not yet. With a predator's patience, the blonde waited for the right moment. As if unaware of his scrutiny, Delfin slid soft leggings down over his hips and stepped out of them. The Dryad never wore underwear, disliking even the feel of silk. A thin t-shirt was pulled over his head and Seamus gave a hungry smile as Delfin leant licentiously back against the chair and opened his arms in silent invitation.

Seamus straddled the lithe form, kissing his Chosen passionately. Standing, Seamus slowly disrobed, letting Delfin stroke his arousal as the Dryad moaned softly.

"I want you, Seamus," Delfin panted. "Want you to take me."

"I shall, Petal," Seamus vowed.

Seamus repositioned Delfin so that the Dryad lay in the lap of the chair, his head on the seat and his hips raised up onto the low-set padded arm. He gave a feral grin as his lover spread his legs wantonly wide, offering himself to the Vampire. Seamus could see his nymph was trembling with eagerness. He stroked his salivating organ and Delfin made a noise of need that made his shaft throb with desire.

Abruptly, Seamus dropped to his knees and pressed his face to the alluring cleft. Delfin gasped as the blonde lapped at his declivity, laving his sac and darting a knowing tongue into his flexing opening. Over and over the agile muscle licked a path from the nymph's quivering aperture to his velvet sac. It left Delfin begging to be filled with something of greater substance than just Seamus' tongue. The Vampire was pleased that Delfin was readily lubricating, preferring his lover's natural taste above anything they could purchase.

Sure of his mate's readiness, Seamus rose and took hold of his aching erection. Positioning himself, he pushed forward into searing tightness. He heard Delfin's wanton moan of encouragement as Seamus' length slid into him. The penetration did not stop until the Vampire's sac rested against the nymph's smooth cheeks. 

Seamus grasped the young man's erection sliding against his abdomen in a patch of its own silvery moisture. Delfin cried out his pleasure as the Vampire pumped him firmly. His powerful hips thrust with long, deep strokes, rubbing Delfin's sweet spot until the Dryad thrashed wildly. A sweet cry of fulfilment rang in the air as the nymph reached his climax. As his mate's arousal spurted his addictive crème, Seamus buried his length in his Chosen's velvet heat. A long groan announced the blonde's orgasm, His seed pulsed again and again to fill his beloved mate, leaving both males panting and satiated. 

Delfin could not suppress the soft laughter as Seamus lifted them into the air and spun them around to then settle with the Dryad cradled close to his chest. Then the nymph sobered a little. Wyl's sad face came to mind. He decided to speak to his more experienced lover.

"Seamus, is all well with Vincent and Wyl?"

"Vincent endured on ordeal he has yet to speak of," Seamus said carefully. He had been so caught up with the love of his Chosen that he had failed to follow up his concern for his brothers of the heart. 

"I am...worried for Wyl," Delfin whispered, unsure of how to voice his fears.

"Vincent would never hurt Wyl," Seamus said vehemently. "Never. However, I have been so wrapped up in my own happiness I have neglected the others of my family. I will speak to Vincent, Petal. Don't let it worry you." He nuzzled against Delfin's temple and then cupped the exquisite face to kiss his mate.




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 06



Pushing his worry aside, the Dryad let Seamus' love wash over him. If Seamus said it would be well, then he was sure he should accept it. However, a small niggle of concern remained at the periphery of his mind.

"Let's go back, Petal," Seamus crooned as darkness began to fall. He had made up his mind to speak to Vincent the next morning. Little had been seen of either he or Wyl since Vincent had all but manhandled Wyl from the room the previous day. He wondered if perhaps they had let things go on too long. He was still sure that there was nothing to actually concern them greatly over Vincent's erratic behaviour. However, it was time his brother-of-the-heart spoke and purged himself of whatever was still troubling him.

"Are you coming to bed?" Delfin asked as they returned to the suite. He hoped Gabriel and David were still in their living room and thought to join them unless his lover was ready to sleep.

"Not yet," Seamus smiled. "Go and see who is still up and about. I need to contact Liam briefly and then I will be along."

Delfin nodded, watching as the golden Vampire disappeared into their room. He turned to pass Vincent and Wyl's room on the way to the lounge.

****

Vincent tossed restlessly. He had gone to bed early, intending to speak to his family the next morning. He and Wyl had spent most of the day in bed, the older Vampire almost unable to let his Chosen move from his arms. He knew things had gone on far too long. He was not sure exactly what he was going to tell them. 'I have waking dreams about a non-existent demon.' He thought morosely.

"Hardly imagination, Vincent," the seductive voice came from the side of the bed furthest from the door. Vincent's head twisted to see the demon beside him. This time it was fully erect, its tails rubbing suggestively over the engorged organ that pointed at him, seemingly pinning him in place. "I know how much you want me. You want this." 

Vincent felt frozen as the demon straddled him. He could not understand how the creature could avoid being detected by his brethren. It was impossible if it was real and not some twisted imagining on his part, yet it felt real. He gave a muted sound of distress as a hot hand pulled open his shirt to tease a nipple to hardness, touching in a way that sent heated ripples to his swelling groin. It was not possible. It was not possible. The demon's touches seemed to know exactly where and how to excite him most. Cool air on hot flesh had him twist and groan a denial. 

His shirt had been parted enough to expose the peaked nipple and his erection was upstanding proclaiming his betrayal of his Chosen. He could not, would not permit it. Wyl was everything to him and he would not betray him even with some kind of perverted waking nightmare. Summoning his strength he bucked and twisted, throwing the demon off. He lay panting as if he had fought an army.

Delfin heard the sounds from Wyl and Vincent's bedroom; sounds that seemed distressed. He tapped and hesitated before opening the door. He could only see Vincent who was on the bed, turned away from the door.

"Vincent, are you well?" he asked as he moved into the room. Getting no response he came to stand at the far side of the bed. "Vincent?" Hesitatingly his hand came out to touch the Vampire's shoulder. He gave a shrill cry as Vincent rolled to his back and clamped a strong hand about his wrist.

"Vincent?" 

Another voice had both men looking towards the doorway. David and Wyl stood, their faces shocked and Vincent gave a soul-deep groan of pain and denial as Wyl fled and David followed after. 

Delfin whimpered softly, understanding why his friend had run as he looked down with wide eyes at the blond Vampire that still held him. Vincent's shirt was opened, revealing the dusting of golden fur. But, worse yet, was the half-hard organ over which it seemed his hand was hovering. He began to shake, keening with a mix of fear and shock. Vincent's grip vanished as did the Vampire himself, a cry of anguish in his wake as he fled through the bedroom window. Not knowing what else to do or who else to turn to, Delfin ran to Seamus.

****

Shakily, Seamus edged into their lounge. His Chosen stood so closely behind him it was as if they were one entity. He glanced at Gabriel who shook his head.

"Vincent has gone and not yet returned." The Lycan turned to look at where David cradled Wyl on his lap. The dark and blond heads bowed together.

"Delfin..." Seamus started, but did not know how to continue. His lover had brokenly told him of what had happened, of how it must have appeared to Wyl. His Chosen was terrified, fearing Seamus' anger and rejection as well as that of those he had come to love and trust as his family.

"Wyl does not believe Delfin and Vincent..." Gabriel started, his face betraying his disgust at even attempting to suggest more. "It was just the final catalyst that drove him to seek our help. He has been troubled about Vincent and his mate's behaviour since his rescue, but believed the fault lay with himself."

"Why would," Seamus began, then stopped himself. "He blamed himself for his step-father's actions; of course he would blame himself in this situation. I should have acted sooner."

"You are not to blame either," Gabriel growled. "David was concerned for the little one, but I assured him Vincent just needed time."

"Delfin was also concerned," Seamus said with a wry smile. "Perhaps we should listen more to our mates."

"Delfin?"

Wyl's voice caused the two bigger males to look over to where the slender brunette now sat up. Tears were clear on the young man's visage, but there was also a look of relief at having unburdened himself of his fears. He gave a shaky smile as Delfin tentatively peeked from behind Seamus' solid frame. A soft cry escaped the Dryad's lips before he flung himself towards the arm that opened in invitation. Gabriel and Seamus smiled softly as somehow the three slender males managed to fit onto the one chair.

"Seamus," Gabriel took hold of the Vampire's arm and tugged him outside the room. "We do not know what Marcus did to make it seem as though Vincent died. Nor do we know what effect that has had on him. He is not himself, that much Wyl volunteered easily. However, even he cannot vocalise just what is wrong. I have a friend who is a mage and a demon-master. I want to go and speak to him. Perhaps he may have some insight into how we can help Vincent."

"Go," Seamus encouraged. "I will try and find Vincent and bring him home."

****

Vincent stood on the top of one of the highest buildings in the city. He stared outwards with unseeing eyes. Instinct told him Seamus was behind him and he slowly turned to face the other Vampire.

"The others?" he asked.

"They have gone to a friend of Gabriel's," Seamus explained. "Now I have found you, we can join them."

"Wyl?" Vincent whispered shakily.

"Waiting for you," Seamus replied. "He is still your Chosen, Vincent."

"I have treated him so badly," Vincent ground out, his voice reflected his anguish. "I never meant to hurt him, Seamus, never."

"I believe you," Seamus husked. "As will he. Let us go, Vincent," Seamus urged, squeezing his friend's upper arm.

Vincent stared at him for long moments and Seamus began to fear the other Vampire was going to refuse. It looked as though Vincent was waging some kind of inner battle.

"I love Wyl. Only Wyl," Vincent whispered, his voice sounding more like a plea than a statement.

"Then show me, my friend. Prove yourself by joining me and going to him." Seamus held out his hand. He almost sagged in relief as Vincent took it, clasping tightly. Seamus fought the impulse to shiver. Wyl had mentioned a chill that seemed to be present when Vincent was not acting himself. Now that chill was evident even to one without Sensitive qualities. He prayed they were not too late, for the sakes of two men he loved almost as much as his own Chosen. Wrapping Vincent in a tight embrace Seamus took to the air.

****

Seamus guided them to a small, innocuous house at the end of a sparsely occupied, winding road on the outskirts of their town. He glanced at his brother of the heart. Vincent looked pale, tired and Seamus wished he had acted, done something, anything, to have helped sooner. However, he pushed the thoughts away. Regrets could serve no purpose. Vincent was here, as he had promised Gabriel. He had no idea what the Lycan had uncovered, but he was certain that the need to bring Vincent here meant he had some kind of plan.

"Ah, Seamus, Vincent, welcome, welcome. My name is Gawain and you are both welcome in my home and to my care as your host."

Seamus stared at the small, slender, elderly man that opened the door to them. He was hardly what Seamus had envisioned, but before he could say anything, a strong hand had gripped his wrist and pulled him, and Vincent, inside.

"You family are all in here. They'll be very glad to see you," Gawain smiled ushering them into his house and down a dimmed hallway.

Seamus wondered if Vincent was as equally dazed by the incessant babbling of the small man. The Vampire could not even begin to follow half of what was said, it was spoken quietly and so quickly and, seemingly, without the man pausing for breath. 

They were led into what appeared to be a sitting room. Large, comfortable paisley-print chairs had been set around a circular table. Seamus' keen eyes took in candles and crystals that formed another circle around his family. The chattering man who still held tightly to Vincent's forearm was clearly more than he seemed to be. The fire in an ornate marble place seemed to flare more brightly as he led Vincent towards Wyl.

As Vincent was led into the centre of the circle, the Vampire collapsed in the older man's arms. Seamus was amazed the slight frame could effortlessly support the bigger man.

"Seamus, remove the table and then take Wyl's seat. Wyl, I need you here." Gawain's voice had lost its reedy, high-pitched quality. Instead a commanding, baritone took its place.

"What can I do?" Wyl asked, helping support his unconscious mate, his face pale with anxiety.

"Do you love him? Are you willing to fight for him?" Gawain asked sombrely

"Yes," Wyl replied. "Anything. I would die for him," he added passionately.

"Then let us begin the fight."

Wyl gasped as Gawain gripped his shoulder and he felt himself shift. The sensation was enough for him to close his eyes for a second and when he opened them he stared. He was no longer in Gawain's house. He was not in any house or building. He did not know where he was. The landscape was like a wilderness of hard ground, large stones and leafless, spiny shrubs and everything was in varying shades of blue. He glanced at Gawain and himself. He gave a gasp as he saw they were also blue.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"I suppose you could call this Vincent's personal hell," Gawain explained. "This is where he feels he belongs. Somewhere cold and hostile, without any comfort or hope."

"Why?" 

The word was a whisper of pure anguish and Gawain turned to face the young Vampire.

"The creature we face does not realise it, but I know all that has passed between it and Vincent. Marcus forced Vincent to experience being raped by a demon. It did not happen physically, but the memory remains and it has eaten deep into Vincent's psyche, his soul. He feels tainted. I do not know what the creature we face is, it hides itself using Vincent as a shield, but the form you will see is not its true self. It is the representation of Marcus' mental manifestation. This thing is feeding on Vincent's fear and self-loathing. He feels he has betrayed you. As a Vampire, Vincent could sustain this creature for centuries and so it is determined to keep him."

"It's not going to have him," Wyl said with determination. "Vincent did not turn away from me when I thought I was tainted. I will not desert him, no matter what happened. I know he loves me. He loves me as much as I love him."

"It will use more than just force, my friend," Gawain warned. "It will not be an easy fight. Somehow you need Vincent to want to leave here, to resume his place at your side and feel deserving of your love. You have two battles to win."

"Whatever it takes," Wyl growled. "Vincent is mine and I won't leave him here."

"Then let us find him and bring him home," Gawain nodded.

It did not take long to find Vincent. The blond Vampire knelt, head bent, at the feet of a huge, red-skinned demon. Where Vincent, like Gawain and himself, was in shades of blue, the demon stood out as starkly red. Wyl tensed. This was his adversary. This was what had been trying to come between him and his husband. Wyl recognised the chill it emanated. It was the remnant Wyl had been feeling when with Vincent. It was distinct from the other senses of coldness he had experienced when there was evil present. A part of him distantly wondered if the cold he could sense was as individual as the evil he faced. 

"Vincent still resists the creature, but his ability weakens with each passing moment he is here. You must reclaim that which is yours. The power to defeat this thing lies within both of you. I cannot challenge it without risking destroying Vincent."

"Vincent belongs with me," Wyl murmured determinedly. "I'm bringing him back where he belongs." He began to advance towards his lover, ignoring the red demon as much as he was able. He only stopped moving when the demon took its own step towards him.

"He's mine now, pretty-boy," it said, its voice a low seductive purr.

"He'll never be yours," Wyl countered instantly. "He's mine."

"Really?" the tone was dismissive. "I've known him in ways you never have."

The barb still hurt even though Wyl knew the truth. He lifted his jaw determinedly.

"You have never known him at all," he retorted, remembering Gawain's words. "You were never there, just Vincent and the rogue mage."

The strength of Wyl's words sent the demon back a step and Vincent's head slowly raised as if a great weight had lifted. 

"Vincent," Gawain's voice reached him despite the distance that separated them. "You must put your trust in Wyl and come to me. You must break free of the demon's power over you and there you are too close, too easy to remain under its sway. Come to me, my friend."

It seemed to Vincent that it was the most difficult thing ever asked of him as he tried to crawl to Gawain. He was peripherally aware that his beloved Wyl was fighting hand-to-hand with the demon, but he was incapable of doing anything more than keep inching forwards on his hands and knees. As he kept up his dogged movements, it seemed as though some colour other than blue was visible around Gawain and that seems to infuse a little more strength into his barely functioning limbs.

It felt like an eternity before Gawain's hand was on his shoulder. A frisson passed through his body imbuing warmth through Vincent. It strengthened him more and, with help from Gawain, he struggled to his feet. He stared into the eyes of the man before him, certain that there was something far older and more powerful hidden behind the innocuous exterior.

"Yes, Vincent." The Vampire heard the words in his head and his eyes widened. "I am more than you see. For me to try and destroy your adversary would destroy you in the process. It draws its strength from you and found a way to use you to pass from the demon world into the mortal world where it hid within you. This is not its true form. It picked this shape because you fear it. Break that fear and you break its link and it can no longer hide in you or feed on you. It becomes vulnerable. Wyl cannot win alone."

Vincent turned his attention to his mate and Wyl's fight with the red demon. Wyl's shirt was torn from his body and red welts streaked across his exposed back and chest from the whip-like tails. The Vampire could see no sign that Wyl's attack had weakened or had any other effect on the demon. He felt a potent mix of love and anger well up from deep within his soul. Wyl still loved him. Wyl was fighting for him. Live or die, vanquishers or defeated, they belonged together. Wyl was as much a part of him as he was a part of his Chosen.

"I won't let it hurt him anymore," Vincent growled. "I should have been honest in the beginning." He looked at Gawain. "You know, don't you?" he asked. There was a mixture of sympathy and strength in eyes where the colours shifted and swirled like a kaleidoscope. 

"Yes and so does Wyl. In his words you did not think him tainted and he knows you did nothing to try and break your bond with him. Together you can defeat the beast he battles. Alone, neither of you can win."

Turning back towards the combatants Vincent gave a low, feral growl. Nothing and no one would take Wyl from him. Not while he lived. With a primal bellow of fury he sped from Gawain to his struggling Chosen. He saw the demon push Wyl aside, ready for Vincent's attack. 

It never came.

At the last second, Vincent veered away from the creature and enveloped Wyl in his arms. They spiralled upwards, beyond the reach of the demon's thrashing tails. 

"Vincent." The single word murmured from Wyl's lips held all the love the younger Vampire felt for his mate. He tried to infuse his feelings into Vincent to let the bigger man know Wyl's heart was still his and always would be.

"Forgive me, forgive me," Vincent begged his Chosen but his litany of pleas were silenced as Wyl's lips found his. Vincent opened his mouth inviting Wyl inside, moaning his approval as the younger man's tongue thrust eagerly inside. Vincent kept tight hold of his mate with one hand as the other caressed bare skin. He felt his mate's love warm and strengthen him. He sobbed into Wyl's neck, nuzzling, letting all his fear and shame go. He could hear Wyl murmuring words of love and devotion and his strength grew incrementally.

"Feed from me, my love," Wyl urged. "Let me help you." A soft tongue licked over this throat as Wyl arched his head back offering himself to his lover. Sharp teeth broke the fragile skin and Wyl felt strong suction. It had been too long since Vincent had fed from him and the younger Vampire steeled himself against the pressure that bordered on pain as his mate took that which he needed.

Vincent clutched tightly to the most precious thing he possessed. He tasted his Chosen's unwavering love and loyalty and a strength he had never truly appreciated in the sweet mix. He clutched tighter, realising Wyl held him just as securely. Wyl would never let him go. The knowledge flowed through him, permeating every cell and synapse, warming him, empowering him. He crushed Wyl closer, the younger Vampire matching him strength for strength. Finally he licked closed the small wounds, not willing to deplete his beloved. As he did, he became aware of the shrieks of anguish from the creature below.

The two Vampires stared down at the tableau below them. The demon was no longer red but a shifting montage of colour and its shape ebbed and flowed, diminishing with each passing second. It was enveloped in a silvery light that emanated from Gawain. The old man's own shape was blurred although to Vincent's eyes it seemed that he was bigger, younger and yet there was a sense of seeing something ancient and powerful. As the creature vanished from sight, Vincent and Wyl descended to stand by Gawain.

"It is done." 

The voice, reverberated with strength, but as Wyl and Vincent turned to look at Gawain, the world around them vanished. They were back In Gawain's house and the elderly man was smiling.

"It's over," he announced to the four anxious faces that leant eagerly forward. "Now I am going to make some tea and you, my boy," he added patting Vincent's arm. "You are going to tell your family what happened to you and unburden the last of your soul." 




Vampires and Lovers Ch. 06



****

Entwined naked in each other's arms, Vincent and Wyl's focus was on one another, touching tenderly as if it was their first time making love.

"Feed from me, my Own," Vincent pleaded. He moaned as his Chosen's teeth bit gently against his throat, the younger Vampire suckling softly. He held tightly to the most precious thing in his life.

"I am here, my love," Wyl said tenderly as he licked the small wounds closed. "Forever, I promise."

"I am so sorry for the way I treated you. I was blind to what I was doing to you," Vincent husked.

"Shhh," Wyl kissed Vincent gently and pulled him closer. "Mistakes were made by all of us, but we will all learn from them and become stronger and closer. Gabriel and Seamus have said they will pay more attention when David and Delfin are concerned. They were so used to you being strong."

"But you were the strong one, beloved," Vincent whispered. "Your strength saved me, your strength and your love. "I ache to join with you," Vincent added, pulling Wyl even closer so they seemed to share the same breath. "I want to make love to you."

Wyl's heart responded to the depths of the emotion he could feel in his mate; love, longing, fear, doubt.

"I want the feel of your body in mine," Wyl husked. "Love me, Vincent."

Vincent rolled, covering Wyl's body with his own. The younger man welcomed him with body, soul and mind.

"I can feel your love for me," Wyl sighed. 

Vincent coaxed a soft moan from Wyl as he allowed his Chosen to feel the physical proof of his need.

"Please, Vincent," Wyl writhed, trying to lift his legs and offer his aching void to his mate.

"Gently, love," Vincent crooned. He wanted this to be special. He urged Wyl to kneel astride his chest. Vincent placed his hands on Wyl's hips and pulled him forward. He waited for Wyl to hold the headboard as Vincent took his beloved's hard flesh into his mouth.

Wyl threw back his head and voiced his pleasure at the feel of his lover's tongue rippling along his shaft. He caressed Vincent's hair, murmuring words of love and encouragement. He whimpered as he was pulled further forward and then Vincent's mouth was at his portal that clenched and relaxed, eager for the flesh that would fill the narrow straight and complete him. The younger Vampire cried aloud at the feel of Vincent's tongue stabbing into him. As the stimulation continued, Wyl voiced his ecstasy. He felt Vincent's tongue withdraw and he felt bereft and empty. Moving quickly, he lay back on the bed, pulling his legs back at the knees so that his body was open to Vincent's hot, hungry gaze. 

Vincent's eyes burned at the sight and he moved between the opened thighs, situating himself at the wetted threshold of Wyl's body. 

"I love you more than I can ever tell you," the blond Vampire vowed as he locked his smouldering sapphire orbs with those of searing sienna. Vincent pushed carefully into his Chosen and they both moaned at the bliss of the union. He moved slowly at first, wanting to prolong Wyl's pleasure, but it seemed his mate had other ideas. He groaned as slender hips thrust eagerly upwards, the tight channel flexing and relaxing around his rigid rod, demanding it release the seed within. In response to Wyl's need, Vincent increased the speed and depth of his stroke. 

He reached between their undulating bodies and grasped the hardened flesh that leaked against Wyl's stomach. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts, guiding them towards a mutual release. Their minds connected as completely as their bodies, each man's arousal increasing and feeding the other's as they spiralled upwards. They climaxed simultaneously, their voices harmonising at the pleasure as Vincent's hot seed found its home in Wyl's welcoming depths.

Still vibrating with the force of his climax, Vincent rolled to his back taking Wyl with him. The younger Vampire lay panting with his head pillowed on Vincent's chest. The blond toyed with his beloved's hair as, for the first time in an age, all was right with his world. He waited until Wyl smiled up at him and drew his mate into a long, deep kiss.

"There is one more thing I need of you, my Chosen," he whispered. 

"Anything," Wyl replied.

"Be inside me. None in my past have ever known me this way and when I experienced Marcus' depravity I realised I had even withheld this part of me from you, my Chosen, my Own. I want to feel you in me; I want your seed in me. I want you to fill the last empty space in my soul where you have always belonged."

"I have no experience," Wyl whispered. "I might hurt you."

"Prepare me as I used to prepare you. If you need guidance I will provide it. I need this Wyl."

Kissing Vincent gently, Wyl accepted the oil the older Vampire retrieved from their bedside locker. It seemed an eternity ago that Wyl needed oiling and stretching. He gazed anxiously into Vincent's eyes as another thought struck him.

"I remain your Alpha, my love," Vincent assured. "I will still love you as I have always done. But occasionally I will need you in me."

Wyl let out a breath he had not known he held. He could not have borne the notion that he would never again experience Vincent making love with him and feeling the powerful Vampire enter and fill him. Slowly, carefully, he prepared himself and his lover, just as Vincent had done with him, so many times in the past. He marvelled at the way Vincent's body easily accommodated his ministrations. His fingers eased inside the searing tightness until Vincent reached to stop the questing digits.

"Now," the blond husked.

Positioning himself, Wyl lined up his oiled and resurrected shaft pressing against Vincent's entrance and pushed gently. 

Without result. 

Wondering what he was doing wrong, Wyl continued to rub the tip of his rod against Vincent, as if he were deliberately delaying, extending their foreplay. He repositioned himself, changing the angle of entry slightly. 

Still without result. 

"Sorry, Vincent ," Wyl whispered.

Realising his mate's problem, Vincent reached between their bodies. He curled his fingers around Wyl's member, positioned it... 

"Push!" he growled, thrusting his hips upwards. 

Obeying instantly, Wyl pushed and felt Vincent's body yielding. A little additional pressure and he slid easily into Vincent's body. His breath became shallow pants as Vincent tightened around him. He leant down until his body was pressed against Vincent's and kissed frantically as the bigger man clasped his buttocks and pulled him impossibly closer. He lay motionless for a moment, feeling an almost unbearable responsibility, aware of his total lack of experience with this form of lovemaking. 

"It's alright, my love," Vincent encouraged, seeing the fear and doubt beginning to surface. "It feels so good to have you in me. Your body knows what to do, just let it happen, my Own."

With an undulation, Wyl felt his flesh move in the tight channel. It was as nothing he had ever known before. He moved a little more, until he was rocking gently, Vincent voicing a litany of love, praise and pleasure. Wyl bent and licked a nipple and Vincent moaned, arching into the caress. It gave him confidence to move more forcefully. He began thrusting, but even more slowly than Vincent had taken him, single-mindedly concentrating on rubbing against Vincent's prostate bringing pleasure to the man he loved.

Whispered gasps that Vincent vocalised made him relax and soon he was thrusting in slow, even, deep strokes that delighted them both. He was aware of the swollen erection between them, hoping that the friction between their bellies was enough stimulation for the tumescent organ for the moment. 

"Love you," he murmured. "Vincent, I love you." With each repetition of his vow he thrust deeper, wanting to bury himself completely inside his husband. He wanted to become an indelible part of Vincent's soul just as he knew Vincent was a part of his.

"Yes, my love, yes, yes," Vincent groaned. His mate might be virgin to being inside another, but his shaft rubbed Vincent's sweet spot perfectly. The older Vampire knew he would need just a little more stimulation to reach his zenith. "Touch me, my Chosen, touch me," he husked. 

Whimpering, Wyl reached between them, trying to maintain his rhythm as he took hold of Vincent's hardness. He gave a cry as his lover's inner muscles began to contact and relax around him. He was only aware of the motion of their bodies, heat, need, love all coalescing into a single sensation that was beyond his capacity to resist. With a scream he came, pouring his essence into his mate.

Vincent gave a strangled cry and climaxed, his semen spurting powerfully between their bodies as he felt pulse after pulse of Wyl's seed coat him, claiming him. His muscles tightened fiercely, almost painfully tightly, around Wyl's flesh, milking it of all his beloved's precious crème.

As they lay in a satiated afterglow, a part of Vincent mourned that it had taken so long, and such circumstances, to have reached that level of completion. However, he would no longer dwell on the past. Wyl was still buried in him, still a part of him, even when passion and desire was spent, and Vincent focused on the soul-deep satisfaction that gave him.

"Feed from me," Wyl murmured against Vincent's neck. He did not resist as he was rolled, Vincent's channel gripping his softening organ tenaciously to keep them joined, so that his mate loomed over him. The familiar and favoured position had an added eroticism as he remained deep in Vincent's body. He angled his throat, signalling his willing submission and moaned softly as sharp teeth imbedded in his fragile flesh. This time Vincent's dominance was laced with love and tenderness and Wyl's heart and soul rejoiced.

As Vincent licked closed the small wounds, Wyl's flesh finally slid from his body and Vincent briefly mourned the physical loss. However the feeling of Wyl as a part of him remained and he smiled at his Chosen.

"Yours," he said, nuzzling and nipping at Wyl's collarbone.

"Yours," Wyl echoed.

It was as it should be, they were each an essential part of the other.