3 comments/ 18833 views/ 39 favorites The Devonshire Brothers By: CarelessLove All communication in parenthesis is done mentally. * Chapter 1 Silence echoed within the tight confines of the carriage as it quickly sped through the cool autumn night, the passengers inside each lost in their own thoughts. Neither paid attention to the foreboding trees outlining the trail at which they traveled, nor did they pay any heed to the eerie howls of a wolf pack near by. Lesser men would have ordered the driver to turn around but not the Devonshire brothers...they had a job to do. They were the hired stallions of Madam Baden's House, a notorious house with the reputation of having the finest whores in London...the finest male whores. It catered to the part of society with a taste for forbidden pleasures. Their was nothing to taboo that could not be bought for the right price. The Devonshire twins were the most sought after in their profession, each possessing the skills to lure any man to their knees. They had become so sought after that the Madam turned almost all other customers away but for an exclusive few and only if they could meet Madam Baden's requirements. Money being the first and foremost to fill. For an acclaimed night with the Devonshire brothers, a single patron needed at least one hundred thousand pounds plus a few extra depending on what services were to be rendered. Then beyond that the Madam performed back round checks to discover if they were a worthy patron. She would not tolerate an abusive guest nor would she stomach a diseased patron touching her stock. The men they were racing to meet had surpassed all of her qualifications. Each man was healthy, kind, and more than willing to meet her price....they had even paid her more than what was usually required if the rumors held true. They were the Duke of Triste and his business partner, Lord Arden. Each was an extremely wealthy man, but whereas the Duke was from a very renowned family tree, Lord Arden had come to the dreary shores of London from America. He was one of the many Nouveau Reich that had made their fortune there and traveled here in search of a titled heiress. At least...that was what the rumor mill could produce. Whether it be true or not remained to be seen. There was a great deal of mystery surrounding The Duke of Triste, and his associate. They were rarely seen out in society, each being rumored to be a bit eccentric and preferring to conduct what business to be had during the deepest hours of the night. Little could be said about them and when little was to report that was true the most leeway gossipers got to fabricate news. (Such a stupid endeavor.) Revan Devonshire sighed to himself as he watch the endless parade of shadows fly by his window. He had no idea if the gossip mongers were right in their assumptions, but it most likely was in the world of the aristocracy. He'd had many a patron who had come to town looking for the exact same thing...he had once felt a great swell of pity for the poor bastards but as he encountered man after man with a like frame of mind his pity soon turned to disgust. Revan had always found it stupid for a man to a women he didn't love in order to place himself among the aristocracy. There was imply no point in Revan's mind that made it relevant to let one's self suffer for the sake of a title...but in a Society of snobs they were everything, and that was the truly disturbing part. (I'm glad I don't have to worry over that shite.) And he never would for he and his brother, Quil were common born. Descending from Ireland at the tender age of twelve, the brothers were forced to become thieves in order to survive. It wasn't until one fateful night at sixteen that they were propositioned by the Madam herself. They had been apprehended by the magistrate for a breaking and entering and would have been sentenced to the prison hulk if she had not intervened. The Madam offered them a binding contract that would keep them in her employ until they had paid back the money she had paid the Magistrate for their release. What she had failed to mention was the fact that one of the conditions for their release was the free patronage of the Magistrate to the Madam's establishment. They were not only meant to pay off the amount of three hundred thousand pounds but the fees from every visit the Magistrate paid to her establishment from then on....which were many. And after twelve years the bastard hadn't stopped. They had long since paid off the three hundred thousand but with the Magistrate still rutting in the Madam's establishment, they were still trying to pay off the rest. How Revan wished that the old Bastard would just kick off already. At sixty-two, Magistrate Conroy, was still going strong and it wasn't the number of visits that were doing the brothers in but the number of men who serviced him a night and the sexual requests. He was becoming far more lewd and adventurous in his old age, requesting orgies and playing with bondage. He had no finesse for such activities. He was to heavy handed with his games but continued to tread that fine line between pleasure pain and abuse. Revan had seen the effects of his handy work. Had even tended to most of the burns and cuts on his fellow workers...but the worst were the bruises. Nothing to big lest it draw the Madam's attention but painful and deep just the same. They tend to linger far longer than the others. The only good thing that occurred after spending a night with the Magistrate was the fact that whomever came away with injuries was allowed time off in order to heal. A small blessing to be sure...unless the Magistrate was partial to you. He had several favorites among Revan's workmates. The Madam had been forced to trade them out so that they could receive the care they required. The Magistrate was only allowed one favorite among as many others as he wanted. He was far to hash in his affections for their to be more and still be able to service him on each visit. To date Magistrate Conroy was the only patron the Madam allowed such casualties....if she did not, her two most prized cash cows were surely to be taken away. Suddenly the carriage came to a jarring halt, successfully breaking into Revan's thoughts. They had reached their destination. Revan's breath caught as his eyes focused on their destination. Consisting of Victorian peaks and foreboding towers that stretched well into the darkness of the night, the mansion itself was far more massive than any he had ever seen. The main structure stood at four stories high and boasted at least forty rooms. Each was alight from within, glaring from the shadows at all who dared to approach. "Wow." Quil murmured, his soft lavender eyes sparkling with interest. "It doesn't matter." Revan stated, hardening himself to the splendor before him. He's seen it all before. Young rich lords showing off their money for no other reason than to make everyone else more aware of how insignificant they are. They lived only for their own pleasure and that was why the Devonshire brothers were called upon. "We have a job to do." Exiting the carriage, they made their way through the gardens surrounding the mansion, the moonlight guiding their steps as they walked along the cobbled driveway leading to the front doors. The array of flowers were shrouded in shadows but they could make out heather and carnations and from the smells surrounding them he suspected that there was a fair amount of hyacinth as well. They were arranged in neat little rows and circles surrounding the two fountains on either side of them. Each fountain depicted a scene of a couple embracing, their scantily clad bodies pressed together in a seductive pose. One had a full figured woman reaching behind her head to entwine her arms around her lover's neck while he had his face buried in the crease of hers. His right hand cradled the left side of her delicate face wile his left lay over the apex of her thighs, the thin material of her gown seemingly the only thing between his questing hand and her most secret place. The other was even more suggestive. It depicted a woman kneeling at a man's feet, her hungry lips caressing the barred perfection of his muscled stomach. His head was thrown back, his stone lips parted in an eternal gasp at the pleasure his partner provided. His strong hands were buried within the stone tresses of her hair, lovingly cradling her head yet grasping the tresses in an erotic grip. It was as if the garden had been created for lovers to revel in, indulging in their every desire and experiencing the heights of pleasure. Revan had never seen one quite like it before...at least none as daring. Upon reaching the doors, the calm reserve Revan surrounded himself with was breached and his heart began to race. He felt a subtle mixture of trepidation and anticipation of the night to come. It was almost comforting in a strange way....he wasn't as jaded as he thought he was. He supposed the trepidation was because he had no idea of what was expected of him and his brother. The Madam had not informed them of what special services were required. In fact, her last departing words were, "Give them whatever they ask." It was an extremely vague thing to say. There was no telling what was expected of their performance and Revan had no idea what the Duke and his friend would demand of them. The only thing that made him feel even slightly relieved about the situation was the knowledge that the Madam would not have entrusted he and his brother to the Duke if he were a cruel man. The anticipation was for the night itself. He, despite selling his body on a regular basis, liked sex. The heady feeling of being able to touch someone, to be able to learn their bodies and bring pleasure to someone other than himself. He also loved to be touched, for someone to care about his pleasure enough to learn his most secret places and sensitive areas. Lovers like that were sometimes few and far between, most men only hiring he and his brother to look after not their own pleasure but his. But when one happened along, Revan let himself enjoy them to the fullest extent. And therein lay a problem. If he were to fully enjoy someone, an emotional attachment was a very high risk...a risk that could land him in a great deal of trouble. So rules were put into place as a way to govern his actions. The first and foremost being No Emotional Attachments. You treat the job as what it is...a job. And whatever you see, hear, feel, and do on that job you leave it there once you are done. "You remember the rules, right?" He asked his twin softly as they stood before the carved mahogany doors to the Triste mansion. "What you see and do here, you leave here." "I know." Quil retorted softly, an undertone of anger lacing his words as he reached out to use the brass knocker. Just as his slim fingers touched the lion's head the doors swung open to reveal an austere gentleman in servant's attire. "Welcome Young Masters." He greeted the brothers softly, bowing deeply at the waist. He was an elderly gentlemen, mid to late seventies, with steel colored hair cropped close to his scalp and the body of a waif. As almost all elderly Revan had ever met, the man appeared to be slightly malnourished... Revan couldn't help but think that the butlers time was drawing to a close on this Earth. As he began to straighten, Revan and his brother rushed forward to help steady him as he began to wobble precariously. "We'll help you, Sir, please grab onto us." Gnarled hands reached out to grasp their forearms, the grip surprisingly firm for such an elderly man as they grasped him beneath the arms. They helped him regain his balance swiftly, each of them retaining their hold upon the man until they were sure he was alright but even then, neither of them completely left his side. "Thank you, Young Masters." He wheezed, his breathing labored as if he had run a mile. (Poor man.) Revan thought to himself as he bent down to retrieve the white towel he had dropped. "No problem, we are happy to help." "Do you need to sit down?" Quil asked, his eyes already searching the darkened hallway for a chair. "I'm quite alright, no reason to fuss." He replied softly as he accepted the towel from Revan. "Besides, you are both expected by my Master in his study." He brushed their hands aside as they reached out to assist him once more and began to walk the long hallway, his feet shuffling slightly on the crimson carpeting. Each brother stayed close, both prepared to catch him if he were to fall once more and followed as he led them to his Master's study. He knocked upon the heavy doors, hard enough that Revan feared that his knuckles would crack. After he was done, Revan nearly reached out to check if that had indeed happened but he doubted the butler would appreciate such concern. Just from being in his company for a short time, Revan could deduce that he was a strong man, as proud as any other, and as stubborn as the day was long. He would accept the basic amount of help to ease along but he would not tolerate coddling. "Come in." A firm masculine voice called from the other side, his tone only slightly muffled by the thick wood. It was full of authority and expectation as only one could achieve by having his commands obeyed constantly. It was then that the Butler opened the door to the Duke of Triste's study and for the second time that night Revan gasped in amazement. Chapter 2 In the center of the room lounged the most beautiful naked man Revan had ever seen. His whipcord lean body was relaxed into the crimson cushions of a settee, the deep color in contrast with his pale white skin. He was flawless, no scars or pockmarks marring the gorgeous expanse of his flesh, only a fine smattering of hair leading from the center of his chest between his soft pink nipples to a denser collection of hair surrounding his flaccid shaft. Revan's mouth fairly watered at the prospect of taking the man's nipples into his mouth. He could almost taste them now, the soft flesh hardening to rigid points in pleasure. He wanted to suck them until the man begged for him to fuck him then nibble on them to drive him insane with lust. Only when the man was close to coming would Revan then move on to his cock, teasing him with moist puffs of air until he came. Nestled lovingly against his thigh, the man's cock was slender. There was little doubt in Revan's mind that even when erect, his cock would not reach more than six inches...the perfect length to take him fully in his mouth when the time came. But not only was his body lovely, his appearance was beyond any Revan had ever glimpsed. With the fine honed face of an aristocrat, the man looked like an angel. He had the signature high cheekbones and slender nose, but his lips were deliciously full...almost as full as a woman's. They were an almost an identical pink to that of his nipples, soft and dewy, the bottom only slightly fuller than the top. It was as if the man was made for kissing. His hair was the color of rich honey, falling in heedless waves over his shoulders and back. His brows were slightly darker, arched in the middle as if in question. They matched the sharpness of his jaw, giving him a pointed chin kissed in the middle with an adorable dimple. Strangely, there were no laugh lines bracketing his eyes and mouth...just smooth perfection. He was indeed lovely beyond reproach, but his eyes...they were even more so. Their oval shape gave him an exotic appearance, heavily fringed with long black eyelashes and lined with a faint trace of Kohl. They were the perfect frame for one of the purest gold colors he had ever seen. There were no other colors mixed in to mar their perfection...just perfect molten gold. "Thank you, Benjamin." The commanding voice murmured from before, breaking into Revan's thoughts. "You've done well." "Very good, Master. Will there be anything else?" The Butler, Benjamin, asked in his wispy voice. "That will be all." "As you wish." Benjamin replied before bowing deeply to the back of a massive chair. The same color as the settee, it was of the same swirling designs and appeared of oriental make. "Good night, Young Masters." The study door closed firmly behind Benjamin as he departed, the audible click echoing in the confines of the study. Although study was not what Revan would have called it...it was much more a giant library. Consisting of two levels, the walls were lined with bookshelves, filled floor to ceiling with thousands of books. There was no hint of the wallpaper behind. The second level was much the same except resembled a balcony spanning the entire room before dividing into a grand staircase to reach the bottom. The domed ceiling was alight with the candles that hung suspended from three crystal chandeliers. The only thing that might have made it a study was the solid mahogany desk to the right of the settee. Suddenly the beautiful blond arose from the settee, his slender hips swaying seductively as he walked toward them. There was a decidedly feline quality about him...almost a restrained energy that vibrated in the air around him. "Welcome." He greeted the two brothers, his throaty voice deep instead of the soft undertone Revan had suspected. "I am Gideon Arden." The first to shake his proffered hand was Quil, his grip hesitant and light as if he feared that he would somehow damage him. Their was the most peculiar look on his face, one Revan hadn't seen since before they had begun working for the Madam. He was enraptured, his soft lavender eyes alight with pleasure as he touched Lord Arden. Quil was caught in Arden's web. "And you must be...?" "Quil Devonshire, Sir." Quil answered immediately, a slight blush staining his honey colored skin. "I'm the youngest, Sir." "Then you must be Revan." Lord Arden laughed as he disengaged himself from Revan's brother in order to shake his hand. "The Duke has been awaiting your arrival most impatiently." (Impatiently huh?) That must mean that he was not hired to savor Lord Arden as he had hoped but the Duke instead. Revan's eyes wandered briefly to the armchair that still hid the duke from view, letting his intense midnight eyes burn into it's back before smiling at Lord Arden. (I guess not all jobs can be to my taste.) "We're pleased to meet you, Lord Arden." Revan replied, successfully keeping his disappointment hidden. But his efforts were to naught as the Duke laughed darkly. "Don't sound so disappointed, Child." "Bug-." "Revan is no child, my friend." Lord Arden laughed before Revan could form his cutting reply, his eyes wandering the length of his body. More intimate than any physical caress, it instantly slammed into his stomach to burn like fine whiskey. "Good." The Duke of Triste chuckled as his body arose from the armchair. "I've never been one much for children." As gloriously naked as his business partner had been the Duke was muscular whereas Arden was lean, sporting broad shoulders and brawny arms thick with steely muscle. His back narrowed down into a trim waist and the most mouth watering ass Revan had ever glimpsed. He was nicely rounded yet firm...a fine spank able ass. His thighs and calves where roped with the same steely muscle as the rest of him and would have made his body appear malformed if he had not been such a tall man. He was well over six and a half feet of glistening bronzed skin. Revan momentarily wondered if the Duke went about naked during the day for he was bronzed even on his backside and legs. He shouldn't have been surprised considering the motif of his garden. It was a place for lovers to consort, and Revan could already see images of the Duke rolling around naked in its emerald grasses. Triste had yet to face them, seemingly content to let their gazes rest upon his back. It was certainly a spectacular view but Revan wanted to admire the rest...he just wasn't going to admit it. The Devonshire Brothers "So modest, Triste." Lord Arden laughed, his throaty voice echoing throughout the room. "Hardly." Triste laughed deliciously, his voice sensuously rumbling along Revan's nerve endings. "I just wanted the kid to have the full effect." Then, as if in slow motion, Triste turned to fully face them all. "Wow." Quil whispered as he moved to stand beside Revan, his eyes hungrily devouring the delicious expanse of Triste's body. His back had obviously only been the appetizer leading up to the feast before them. The Duke's torso was corded in muscle, honed to perfection and sharply defined as if a master sculptor had molded him....and his stomach was phenomenal. Just row upon row of muscle. There didn't even appear to be an ounce of fat on him. And he was completely hairless but for the faint dusting of dark hair on his arms and legs...he was even hairless around his privates. Revan had heard of it being done, but he had never actually seen it. Most men balked at the idea of a razor being so close to such a sensitive place. (He obviously doesn't.) It would be a new experience for Revan. There was nothing to shield all of that hot skin from his touch, nothing to deter his curious tongue when exploring. Triste appeared more naked than any other man Revan had ever seen, so vulnerable, so.... (Naughty.) And the coup de grace; hanging between Triste's legs was the biggest cock Revan had ever seen. He was completely at rest, but even at rest he was long and thick. The fact that he was completely hairless made him appear even longer, and there was no delicate fuzz to detract from the large sack behind it. Triste's body was in a word...fantastic. Revan's fingers began to tingle in anticipation of the first touch. Would his skin be as smooth as the marble he appeared to be made from, or would it be as rough as any other man's. His body fairly ached to find out as dozens of little fantasies flowed through his mind. "But Revan isn't a bottom." Quil murmured from beside him, successfully stopping his train of thought in it's tracks. "I am." "We know." Lord Arden purred as he pressed himself into Quil's side. "We aren't either." Revan looked between Triste and Arden before stating. "I won't let you t-." But before he could finish his sentence, Triste suddenly appeared behind him, locking his arms behind his back with his superior strength and whispered in his ear. "Yes you will." Then the world went dark. Mikael's Point of View Mikael sighed in appreciation as his mate's body slumped in his arms, his lean length coming to rest against his. It was a dirty trick to use compulsion on the man but desperate times call for desperate measures. There would have been no way in hell that Revan would comply with his wishes otherwise...(At least for now.) "What have you done, you bastard!" Revan's twin brother yelled angrily as he fought against Gideon's steely embrace. The younger man flailed helplessly against Gideon, pure rage glittering in the lavender depths of his icy eyes as he glared at Mikael. His mind was filled with images of him ripping Mikael apart with his bare hands. "Such a bloodthirsty little thing, aren't you?" Mikael laughed as he picked Revan up to cuddle him against his chest. "You'll have your work cut out for you with that one." But Gideon was only half listening to what his friend was saying as he buried his face in the side of Quil's neck and began to whisper soothing words within his ear. Almost instantaneously the fight went out of him, and Quil dropped to his knees before Gideon, his head bowed in defeat as shivers of pleasure danced along his body. "Please don't hurt him. Please, please, please." Quil whispered as Gideon lifted him into his arms. It was almost comical to see such a delicate looking man such as Gideon pick up another man, but despite his deceiving appearance, he was one of the oldest of his bloodline. And with age came power. Gideon was most likely the only other vampire who could rival Mikael in brute strength. It was a good thing they were friends or he would have been forced to kill Gideon a long time ago. "Rest assured, Quil. I have no intention of harming your brother." Mikael murmured as he gently placed his mate's body on the settee, lovingly arranging his limbs to fit comfortably. "I only want to take care of him." But his words fell on deaf ears as Gideon's compulsion pushed Quil into a deep sleep. It was much the same as the compulsion Mikael used upon Revan, but whereas Quil could wake himself up at any time, Revan could only awaken when he allowed it. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" Gideon smiled as he brushed a tender hand across his mate's forehead. "It never occurred to me that we could ever be attracted to the same person." "Same person indeed." Mikael laughed as he walked over to his study desk to retrieve a section of rope. "They are no more alike than we are." Gideon had been referring to their identical appearance much as it were. Each brother had a classically chiseled appearance which sported a delicate heart shaped face, high cheekbones, and angular chin. They both sported dimples that peeked out with their smiles and full pouting lips that curved into a sweet bow. The only differences between them were their eye color and hair. Quil had violet pools and short sandy brown hair that glinted with highlights from the sun. He had the classically lean swimmer's physique that boasted tight muscles and long graceful limbs. Revan was more muscular throughout the shoulders and broader throughout his back but just as lean as his brother with the same graceful body. He had long brown hair so dark that it appeared to be black. He kept it tied at the back of his neck in a simple cue. The heavy mass fell in soft curls to the middle of his lower back and his eyes...an unusual shade of green. So light that they glowed in the firelight. Almost the exact shade of peridot yet flecked with emerald. "But you are correct, Gideon." Mikael murmured as he raised Revan's arms above his head to tie him at the wrists. "They are beautiful." "Two more beautiful men could not have been born for us." Gideon smiled as he gazed into the relaxed face of his sleeping mate. Another significant difference between the brothers were the fact that while Quil was completely relaxed in sleep Revan had faint worry lines bracketing his eyes and mouth. His brow had a tendency to wrinkle as well...always had. It was as if he carried the burden of his life into the freedom of his dreams. They'd been watching over the brothers for years, noting their differences and their similarities as well. Quil was the more submissive of the two, more a follower than a leader who respected his brother above anyone else. He followed Revan's lead and obeyed all of their carefully depicted rules. Though he had a tendency to become attached to his clients, he never let it progress to more than a simple friendship. Revan was the stone in their relationship. Steadfast and infinitely more stubborn than his twin he had a far more jaded outlook on life. It was as if he expected that in any moment that the bottom would fall out of his world. He rarely listened to anyone other than his brother and refused to follow anyone else's example but his own. They both had an explosive temper that was slow to ignite but simmered just beneath the surface. It was the passion that lit them from within and made them so desirable. Each was protective of the other, each willing to do what was necessary for the other. Tight nit and impenetrable, they were the perfect team. Playing off each other and naturally boosting the other's impact. (No wonder every man wants them.) Mikael mused as he reached for the bell pull to summon Benjamin whom immediately materialized before him. Gone was the appearance of the waif-ish old crone and replaced by his true form of a stunning young man. Benjamin's short red hair feathered across his brow as he bowed deeply at the waist, obscuring the angelic face beneath. "You summoned me, Master." "Yes." Mikael replied as he once again picked Revan up from the settee. "It's time to put the plan in motion, Benjamin. Our young guests will be joining us this stay." "Very good, Sir." Benjamin smiled as he stood tall, his lithely muscled body forming an elegant line. "May I prepare the west rooms for them?" His caramel colored eyes sparkled with mischief as they met Mikael's, his intentions immediately obvious with his request for placement. "No, Benjamin, they will be placed in the east wing. Quil and Gideon shall occupy the blue bedchamber while Revan will be occupying mine for his stay here." "So I'm not allowed to play with them?" Benjamin's full lips curled into a delicate pout before reforming into a wolfish grin. "But....will my participation in this little venture be required?" The question gave Mikael pause as he thought over the pros and cons of such a decision. It might prove useful to have Benjamin help him seduce Revan. "I'll call for you if there is a need." Mikael murmured as his head filled with scenarios of Benjamin and Revan together. Benjamin's participation might serve as a means to make Revan more comfortable since it was his natural inclination to be a bottom. Maybe he could even serve as a teacher for Revan and introduce him to the pleasures of being a uke. "Now, please provide the necessary items for there extended stay here." (Their permanent stay.) Chapter 3 Revan's Point of View The freedom of consciousness was slow in coming as Revan fought his way through the grogginess of sleep, it's wisps of smoke clinging to his mind and begging him to stay. But upon reaching wakefulness Revan became increasingly aware of the unnatural position he was in....he was bent over and naked. His torso was supported by a clear, flat surface that began to curve as it reached the start of his hip line. His feet were flat upon the floor, spread at the ankles by a slim black bar. His wrists were bound together above his head and secured to the wall by a crimson colored ribbon. The scent of roses was thick in the air, almost cloying as it entered his lungs with every labored breath. "What the hell." Revan rasped as he began to pull against the ribbon. "Ah, you're awake." Someone replied from behind him, a warm calloused hand running along the back of his thigh to curve around his buttocks. Revan went completely still, his breathing becoming all the more labored in panic as he silently waited for his assailant's next move. His vulnerable position leaving little to the imagination. "You can't break free, Revan." Revan cringed as the man's hand began a slow creep to his manhood, brushing along his balls in his path to grasp the root of him firmly. Awaiting the inevitable pain that was to follow, he grit his teeth in preparation. (I'll be damned if I let this bastard hear me cry out.) But instead of the pain he was expecting, a jolt of heat suddenly went through his body. It bowed his spine as little pulses of pleasure began to course through him all at once. "Ah!" Revan cried out, the sound escaping his parched throat in shock. It was all happening so quickly that he had no safe guards to protect himself from the sensations. "Shh." His assailant murmured soothingly as his gentle hand began to pump the length of his erection. "I won't hurt you. I only want to please you." Revan's mind screamed at him to withstand the pleasure but it was to no avail as wave after wave of coursed through him. His hips began to thrust within the tight grasp of his assailant's fingers, his body craving a release to the tension boiling within him. But it wasn't enough. He needed more. "That's it, beautiful, don't fight it." His assailant whispered next to his ear, sending moist puffs of air to tease at it's shell. "Now....come." And it was as if a magical switch was hit as Revan's body began to shudder in climax, all the tension and pleasure colliding in one single point as he released streams of come onto the oriental carpeting. Then, unable to support his own weight, Revan collapsed completely upon the table as little aftershocks sizzled through him. "That was wonderful, beautiful." His assailant whispered as he lovingly brushed the hair away from his neck to nuzzle him. "Quite lovely." "Lovely indeed." Revan's breath caught at the sound of the new voice, his lax muscles tightening once again as rage coursed through him. The ribbon creaked under the strain as he continued his struggles against his bindings, but the delicate ribbon held strong under his attack. It was almost as if it wasn't ribbon at all but something innately stronger. "Very lovely, Benjamin." Triste murmured appreciatively, his muffled footsteps becoming ever louder as he approached. "You've done well." Revan paused, shock reverberating throughout his body as he tried to turn his head far enough to see if the butler was indeed in the vicinity but all his eyes could reach was the shadowed outline of the young man that held him. His hopes of an ally were dashed as his gaze took in the lean visage of his captor. There was no way that even if Revan could actually see his face that that could have been Benjamin. Suddenly as if sensing his silent scrutiny, his captor turned toward him. His caramel colored eyes burned from the shadows as he silently stared at Revan, slowly gliding along the taunt curves of his naked body like a caress. Revan shivered slightly, silently raging at his reaction and his inability to hide it. "Actually, beautiful, we're one in the same." His captor's rich baritone voice replied silkily as he moved up behind him once more. "I've just much improved from the last time you saw me." (How did he...?) Suddenly his captor reached out a swift hand and cupped his flaccid length from behind, stroking the spent flesh like a favored pet. Already sensitive from their last encounter, Revan ground his teeth against the uncomfortable grip. It was almost bearable until his captor's firm fingers pulled back the foreskin surrounding the head to stroke it. "Ahhh!" It was then that the same mysterious heat began to suffuse Revan's body at his touch, his already tingling nerve endings exploding with fire as his captor's hand continued to caress him. "I don't...believe it....s-stop..." "That's more than enough, Benjamin." Triste stated coolly as he came forward to lay a hand upon his back. Almost immediately a soothing coolness began to blanket the heat coursing through his body, slightly numbing him as if he'd been brought from the dead of winter to the warmth of a fire lit room. "You're pushing him to far as it is." The hands surrounding his cock fell away as Benjamin stepped back. "I was only trying to have a little fun." "Don't be foolish with your powers." Triste snapped, his angry tone instantly overpowering Benjamin's petulance. "You know that when you use your powers on humans what the repercussions are." Revan slumped against the table as all the energy left his spent body, his breathing harsh as his lungs fought to calm the racing of his heart. The numbness of Triste's touch gradually faded as he stepped away from Revan to argue with Benjamin. "Then change him already." Benjamin hissed. (Change me into what?) "He's new to this." Triste snapped, his hard silver eyes freezing over into glacial pools. "You know that. I can't just shove him into our world like that. Do you remember when Magnus did that to you?" "Bastard!" Benjamin whispered fiercely as he took a threatening step toward Triste. "Do you truly want that cruelty done to him?" Triste asked softly, his voice screaming a deadly warning. He had not moved from his position, not even flinching when Benjamin suddenly whirled around and slammed his clenched fist into the wall. It collapsed easily under his strength, leaving a large whole in it's wake. His breathing was harsh in the stillness of the room, seeming far louder in it's silence. Revan silently waited for his reply, his sensitive ears desperately ready. "No." "Then stop pushing." Triste stated, his voice booking no argument as Benjamin slowly turned toward him once more. "I'll do this my way." Tension permeated the room as they stared each other down, their eyes unblinking in their intensity. Revan expected at any moment that they would both lunge at the others throat, but his expectations were dashed as Triste spoke once more. "You will be punished if this happens again." As soon as his words were spoken, the atmosphere was suddenly charged with sexual expectation. "Sounds fun." Benjamin walked seductively toward Triste, a small half smile curving his full lips. "We used to have some good times together; you and me." Mikael's POV (What are you doing?) Mikael asked telepathically, his mind already searching Benjamin's as his servant stopped in front of him. He wasn't surprised by Benjamin's instant change in behavior since it was so common of him. He hadn't actually been angry at him during their fight...he was just angry at his own memories and their similarity to the current situation. He also didn't like to be told 'no.' This was his way of blocking whatever had been dredged up because of their sparring. So as in any of their fights, Mikael let it slide as he had always done because he knew that there was no point in being angry over something that he could not change. (Testing a theory.) Benjamin laughed back, his smooth laughter echoing along their connection. (If Revan is truly your mate then he couldn't stand for another to touch you.) Benjamin's laughter continued to echo in Mikael's head as he suddenly dropped to his knees before him, his slim hands trailing seductively along his legs to stop at the vi of his thighs. (Just sit back and enjoy.) Cupping him through the fine linen of his pants Benjamin's clever fingers fondled his sack, easily massaging each stone within with easy familiarity. He knew Mikael's body well from their previous encounters with pleasure and remembered his delight of the activity. (And if this doesn't yield the effect that you want?) (Then we'll have had fun trying it, wouldn't we.) Benjamin replied as his silky pink tongue traced along the buttons of his crotch. (You're already hard anyway.) It was then that his fingers began their achingly slow work of unbuttoning his pants, making sure that his fingers made fleeting contact with his erection all the while. They were putting on a show for Revan but Mikael knew that Benjamin could hardly contain the fact that he still craved him. It wasn't an arrogant assumption by any means; it was just plain, simple truth. When Mikael had discovered Revan those many years ago, he had stopped their relationship. He hadn't felt right about sleeping with another man. He didn't feel right about it now either but Benjamin had a point in his little test and Mikael couldn't help but want to find out the answer as well. (Relax.) Benjamin whispered as he removed the last button to free the heavy expanse of Mikael's erection. (He's watching us.) Benjamin's mind then blossomed with images as he stealthily peeked at Revan during their performance. He was indeed watching then, his gorgeous peridot eyes shooting daggers as he glared at Benjamin, but even as he glared at Benjamin his body reacted to the scene before him. His lean body was flush with arousal, already dripping pre- cum on the carpet beneath him. The tight brown circles of his nipples stood out in stark relief against his chest begging to be touched. (He can't help but want you.) Benjamin's voice whispered through his mind. (I can't either.) Mikael nearly shouted as the rigid length of his cock was suddenly fully engulfed within the tightness of Benjamin's throat. His lips brushed against the tight muscles of his groin before he began a rhythmic suck and pull on the tight flesh in his mouth. Mikael arched his back as pleasure shot up his spine, pushing his hips forward in a silent plea for more. It was answered as Benjamin began to alternately swallow around him, massaging him even more and bumping the sensitive head against the back of his throat with each long drag on his cock. The Devonshire Brothers (You play dirty, Benjamin.) Mikael laughed in Benjamin's head, his voice echoing his laughter aloud. (But it's not enough.) It would never be enough with any other man when his destined was with him. There could never be an act performed by any other that would push him over the edge and he knew that if Revan had not been in the room with them at that moment that he would not have even gotten hard. His pleasure would forever be linked to Revan's...and once Revan was made Vampire, his would be forever linked with Mikael's. Benjamin released him with a pop before sighing. (Oh well, I tried.) Hurt echoed along their connection as Benjamin arose from the ground, his hand carelessly brushing at nothing on his knees. He was fighting not to break in front of Mikael, hiding the fine sheen of moisture on his eyes. (I can't win against a mate, I guess.) (You don't need to beat Revan at anything.) Mikael whispered soothingly in Benjamin's mind, reaching out to brush a stay strand of hair that fell over his down turned face. (I am willing to share myself and Revan with you, dear friend.) (But for how long?) (For as long as we all wish it.) Mikael smiled, his fathomless black gaze moving to rest lingeringly on his mate. (I need to ease him into being with me.) (Well...we all know I like it from behind.) Benjamin remarked causing Mikael to laugh silently. (So I'll share myself for as long as necessary.) The hurt still lingered from before, an ache that throbbed along their connection. There was no helping it for Benjamin could never be the one Mikael was destined for...no matter how much he wished it. (One day, Benjamin...one day you'll find your destined one.) Mikael whispered softly, his hard silver eyes serious as they met Benjamin's. (And this pain you're feeling now will be gone.) (Well the bastard better hurry the hell up.) Benjamin whispered silently before musing aloud. "Now...what are we to do about our lovely little darling?" "I think it's time we let him play a little too." Chapter 4 Revan's POV The breath caught in Revan's throat as Triste and Benjamin approached, their beautiful bodies glistening in the candlelight. Triste's skin a deep bronze whereas Benjamin was nearly as pale as Gideon. They were both truly beautiful men. All the men Revan had encountered so far were beyond beautiful. He'd never quite seen such men before. There was an almost magical quality to them that he had never encountered before...like each of them had just stepped off the pages of a fairy tale. Gideon with his obvious charm and grace would be a prince ruling over a magical kingdom full of dragons and fairies. Benjamin was a rakish knight that turned mercenary; following his own code and fighting all those who opposed him with his keen rage. Triste...he was a mysterious desert sheik; full of secrets vaster than the golden sands he owned and a tormented soul. It was far easier to imagine Triste that way. He had the same coloring as an Arabian with shoulder length black hair that was straighter than a lance....and his eyes, so dark they appeared almost black but for the glimpses Revan caught of honey colored flecks. His cheekbones were high, sculpting his lean face wonderfully and his chin was strong, slightly pointed at the end. His jaw was angular and free of whiskers. Last but not least was his mouth, sensually full and practically begging to be kissed. Each man was a different flavor on the spectrum of male beauty. Triste dominating the darker half while Gideon represented the light. Firmly in the middle was Benjamin with his hot caramel eyes and lean patrician face. He was softer than either of his masters, the definition in his muscles not quite as apparent. There was no fat on him in any means but he was just softer. He had the refined form of a starving artist and the aura of a hungry predator...so hungry. It made Revan curious as to what he was searching for. Revan knew that although they were beautiful he should not want them; knew the consequences of letting himself be caught. He would find himself in the position he hated the most...a submissive. It wasn't just the fact that he was against being the bottom but being perceived as weak. He had been weak once....and he'd fought like hell to become stronger. Suddenly Triste reached out, trailing his hand down Revan's back, lightly skimming the overheated flesh and raising a new torrent of goose bumps in his wake. Revan cursed at the sensation, hating the loss of control it revealed. "You have nothing to fear, Revan." Triste murmured in his ear, his warm breath filling the sensitive shell. "We'll take care of you." Distracted by Triste's actions, Revan paid little heed to Benjamin as he bent to kneel at his feet. "As if I can trust you." "Nevertheless, I'll keep my promise." "Bull!-" Revan's voice cut off with a strangled gasp as scalding heat suddenly engulfed the swollen head of his shaft, his legs nearly giving out beneath him as the heat radiated throughout his whole body. "Not to much, Benjamin, pace yourself." Triste warned softly as waves of cool relief blanketed the fire, leaving a gentle warmth behind. "Better." The warmth soon turned to pleasure as the lips surrounding him began to move, tightening and relaxing in alternating intervals as Benjamin's head began to bob on his shaft. Not to be left out of the action, Triste's fingers began a sensual dance along his body, seeking all the sensitive hollows and crease's that drove Revan wild. It was as if he already knew where to touch, how much pressure to apply, and how long to linger over each spot. "You have such a beautiful body." Triste murmured, his lips trailing kisses down the side of Revan's neck before delivering a delicious lick to the thundering pulse that fluttered beneath his skin. "St-stop." But even as the world left his lips, his two tormentors increased their efforts. The suction of Benjamin's mouth increased as he lifted a firm hand to cup his balls, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers. "T-to much." But even as he spoke the words he knew that it was still not enough. He needed something to push him over the edge, give him the release he craved. And it was delivered as Triste bit down on his neck, growling incoherently as his teeth broke skin and the first sweet rush of Revan's blood touched his tongue. A high keening wail escaped as Revan orgasmed, his lean body becoming a taunt bow and his toes curling into the carpet as every muscle locked in pleasure. Silence came immediately afterward as he slumped heavily in Triste's waiting arms, only broken by Revan's harsh panting breaths and Triste's quiet purrs. Benjamin remained on his knees, gently licking Revan's spent flesh clean. "He tastes good." Benjamin whispered as he removed the last drop of cum from the tiny slit in his shaft with a slow glide of his talented tongue. Revan erupted in a full body shudder, becoming even more limp in Triste's supporting arms. Mikael's POV (Yes, you do.) Triste purred as he lapped at Revan's neck, licking all traces of blood away. Satisfaction hummed in his veins as he gently supported his young mate's delicious body. Although Revan was not aware of the significance of his feeding, Mikael could not help but feel the hot surge of victory as he eclipsed the next hurdle in their relationship. Now, Revan would be able to see as easily into his mind as he had been with his. There would also be a certain level of protection gained now that he had been marked. The first bite of a vampire to his mate remained, the flesh healing but the mark left behind. It would serve as a warning that he had been claimed and they should stay the hell away from him. It also served as a way of identification among vampires. All would know that Mikael belonged to Revan. No vampires bite was the same. Each individual possessed their own signature like an oral thumb print and was regarded in much the same way. (You smug bastard.) Benjamin whispered in his mind, his hot caramel eyes rising from his task to meet his. There was no hostility between them but Mikael could feel his friend's envy. (What now?) (Time for stage two.) Mikael smiled, his extended fangs not yet retracted. (You get a starring role in this one.) Already aware of Mikael's intentions for him, Benjamin rose to his feet and released the ribbon at Revan's wrists. Cuddling his mate in his arms, Mikael led the way to the large mahogany bed that dominated the second half of the room. The canopy of red lace was pulled back and tied to one of it's four posters, revealing a high mattress piled high with oriental Chinese pillows and silk sheets. It was straight out of a five-and-dime novel that he'd copied once he'd noticed Revan's particular preference for the story. It had been about a rogueish sheik that had finally been brought to his knees by the fine English lady that he had purchased as a slave. (Very clever, Mikael.) Benjamin laughed in his mind as he laid Revan among its splendor. (I never would have thought you would put this much effort in.) Mikael smiled back, reaching out a comforting hand to clasp his shoulder. (He's special.) (I know.) Benjamin replied, his soft smile still gracing his luscious pink lips. (Are you ready?) Nodding silently, Mikael made his way to the top of the bed to settle himself among the fluffy pillows. He would content himself with being a spectator this round and give Revan a piece of the control he craved. He was more than aware of his mate's need for control. Through his many experiences it had been bread in to him. Revan was the protector, the caregiver, the leader. When there had been no other person he and his brother could count on, Revan had fulfilled the role that Quil had desperately needed. He'd been the rock to give his brother piece of mind but as time wore on and they grew up, Quil didn't need him quite so much. There was even a subconscious part of him that realized the change that had occurred between the pair but the habit to be in control was hard to break. Revan being dominant was another part of being in control. Thus the purpose of Mikael's plan. He was going to introduce his mate to their relationship slowly; showing him that the control was not out of his hands but...that he governed Mikael completely. Settling himself more comfortably against the pillows at his back he silently watched as his friend teasingly straddled his mate's body, brushing against him sensually yet backing away as Revan moaned in pleasure. Yet even as pleasurable as the feeling was for Revan there was still that little voice in his mind telling him to resist. Mikael immediately silenced the voice, replacing it with his more persuasive undertone. The voice was still Revan's but he controlled it now. The effect was instantaneous as Revan relaxed against the bed covers, his body becoming almost limp as the pressure was eased within. He caused most of his own stress trying to adhere to his own standards and trying to get others to do the same. Mikael would have felt guilty for using his powers on Revan but for that simple reason...Revan needed a release from himself. (Naughty boy.) Benjamin's laughter echoed in his mind, bringing him from his thoughts. (You better hope that your little love doesn't find out.) (It's for his own good.) Mikael stated softly, repeating the words silently in his head. Their eyes met and held for a moment before Mikael gave a slow nod. (Begin.) Revan's POV The cool bedding beneath Revan was in sharp contrast to the hot skin that brushed teasingly over his, demanding a response from his tired body. Benjamin stretched like a cat begging to be stroked, his pale skin glistening in the low light as he undulated seductively above him. "Play with me." Benjamin purred as he ducked down to nip at Revan's full bottom lip. "Its no fun playing with myself." As he made to pull away once more, Revan suddenly lurched up to capture Benjamin's head in his hands. "Now we wouldn't want to let you have all the fun, would we." Revan traced his tongue along the seam of Benjamin's lips, patiently waiting before they parted before sealing their mouths together. He began to explore the many textures of his mouth, tracing the sharp edges of his teeth and licking the hollows of his cheeks before searching out Benjamin's tongue. It immediately tangled with his, each fighting for dominance in the kiss. Revan was surprised to find that Benjamin's mouth had a decidedly sweet flavor. Almost like candy...strawberry candy. Pulling away for breath, Revan looked up into Benjamin's face. "You taste like strawberries." "Strawberries?" He had such a perplexed expression on his face that Revan couldn't help but smile...he had managed to shock him. "Like strawberry candy." Revan replied before flicking Benjamin's lip with his tongue. "I'd like to taste some more." Before Benjamin could react Revan reversed their positions, flipping him on his back and capturing his wrists in his hands. He then began to trail his hand slowly down the center of his chest to rest at his navel. Benjamin's stomach hollowed at his quickly indrawn breath. Leaning forward to nibble at the side of Benjamin's neck, Revan slowly trailed his hand to the loose red curls surrounding the base of his erection and playfully tugged. His response was more than Revan could have hoped for as his back bowed off the bed with a gasp of pleasure. (He loves to be spanked as well.) Revan's head snapped up to see the mischievous glint in Triste's dark gaze. (How-!) (There is no need to worry.) Mikael replied soothingly as his eyes bored into Revan's. (No need to worry.) Revan replied as little waves of comfort traveled along the length of his body. It was a lovely feeling, like a warm hug after coming in from the cold winter or being cuddled in his favorite blanket. His body relaxed once more as he fell even deeper into the darkness of Triste's eyes. (Continue your fun, Revan.) Triste smiled softly as he nodded encouragingly. Revan then lowered his head to Benjamin's chest, his mischievous tongue finding the hard little nubs of his nipples and tracing them. Benjamin's back arched once more with a husky groan and Revan imagined for a fleeting moment what Benjamin's nipples would look like pierced. Never being one much for body jewelry, the image shocked Revan somewhat. Even more shocking was the way his stomach gave a curious little flutter. (I think I'd like to see that too.) Triste murmured in his mind once more. Heat flared dangerously hot in his eyes as they captured Revan's and a dreamlike image began to form in his mind. It was he and Benjamin's naked bodies entwined. They were intimately connected below but in the dream Revan saw himself lean back on his heels with Benjamin in his arms and bend him backward so that his chest was arched up. He then looked around inquiringly, his eyes immediately seeking out Triste as he approached from the side, a thin silver needle clasped delicately in his fingers. Revan's hips began to move, thrusting shallowly into the tight clasp of Benjamin's clenching ass as Triste took his place above Benjamin's head. His husky moans filled the air as Triste reached forward to tease his already straining nipples into almost painful hardness. It was then that he positioned the needle against the tender flesh causing Revan to pause momentarily to meet Benjamin's eyes worriedly. Everything felt so real. The rhythmic pulse of Benjamin's ass, the hot slide of his flesh against Revan's. It was almost as if it was truly happening. "It's all right." Benjamin smiles, his caramel colored eyes seeming to burn almost demon bright in his face, holding his captive as Triste quickly pierced the needle through his skin. Benjamin gasped, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as Triste inserted a small silver hoop through the hole. It was accompanied by a strangling hold on Revan's cock, the silken walls clasping him in a death grip as his back bowed off the bed. They came together in a blinding rush, their hoarse shouts echoing off the chamber walls as pleasure contorted their straining bodies. Darkness suddenly clouded Revan's vision as he fell out of the dream, his body collapsing on top of Benjamin's chest as the energy drained out of him. His harsh breathing echoed in the room as he buried his head against Benjamin's chest, snuggling deep into his body as his spent shaft slipped free from his body. Suddenly something cool touched his cheek, smoothing against his hot skin as he rubbed against it. Revan lifted his head, his blurry eyes straining to focus on the twin glints on Benjamin's chest. It was then that he became aware of not only his own breathing but that of Benjamin's as well. His quick uneven breaths matched his as they struggled to calm their racing hearts. His eyes drifted away from Benjamin's face to focus on his chest once more, what little breath he had catching in his throat as his eyes took in the sight before him. Two slim silver hoops pierced the nipples of Benjamin's chest. Panic flared in Revan's chest as he made to pull away from Benjamin but his arms suddenly reached out to enclose Revan's sluggish body in a vice grip. Struggling, Revan's eyes darted for any possible escape until they were caught by Triste's dark pools. Then, as if all the energy had been sapped from his body, he collapsed against Benjamin's chest once more. Unconsciousness soon followed suite but not before he heard.... (My gift to you, my beautiful mate.) Chapter 5 Gideon's POV "Where is Revan!" Quil yelled angrily as he struggled against the chains that held him securely bound to the four post bed beneath him. The fever of the 'change' rode him hard as it slowly consumed his body, increasing aggression and strength. "Arden, you bastard, answer me!" Gideon released a sigh as he watched his beloved struggle against his bindings. He had been right to line the inside of the steal cuffs with velvet. The steal itself would have done far to much damage. "There is no use struggling, Quil." Gideon replied softly, letting a fissure of power infuse the words. "I assure you that no harm has befallen your brother." The effect was almost immediate as the muscles of Quil's body fell lax against the smooth satin sheets. Satin was one of his favorite materials to sleep in. So smooth and delicious...it was Quil's favorite as well. (If only he'd let himself enjoy it.) It was a small measure of comfort in an otherwise touchy situation. Gideon sighed once again as he settled his body comfortably against the door jab. He felt a little swell of guilt at the fact that he was using his powers on his mate. It was a unfair advantage when Quil had none, but if it meant that it would ease his distress during his transition then so be it. He'd taken a different approach than Mikael. Gideon had immediately given Quil his blood at the first opportunity whereas Mikael began to try and woo Revan with sex. It was a sound plan considering that Revan was far more sexual in nature than most...a dominant of course, but sexual nonetheless. His biggest problem would lie there. "So you decided to change him already." Gideon's breath caught in his throat at Mikael's sudden approach. The fact that he hadn't even sensed that Mikael was near was a great testament to how powerful his friend actually was. They were of the same caliber in many ways and he had no doubt that he could give Mikael a run for his money, but if Mikael ever got it into his head to destroy Gideon...then there was nothing that could stop him. "Yes." Gideon replied after he had once more gained control. "It would put us on a more even footing." "It could also make things more difficult for you." Mikael laughed as he moved to stand behind Gideon in the doorway. "He could turn on you."