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When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 06

By: Kay Derwydd



Part Two 
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Chapter Six

Jordan stared out the enormous bay window at the dark city below. Three months had passed, and although it hadn't been easy, he had managed to get out of the college course. Elves were always eager for work, and it hadn't been too difficult to find a short-notice replacement. With his final paycheck in hand, what little it was, he boarded the next flight to Rome. Dorian had left two months before, Josef at his side. Despite his previous declaration of wanting to be the only one Dorian was with, he couldn't help but be grateful for Josef. 

The phone on the nightstand behind him jarred him back into reality. He stretched out over the bed on his stomach, and picked up the handset. 

"Hello?"

"Love. Oh, it's so good to hear your voice." Dorian's silky-soft purr made Jordan smile.

"Dorian." He rolled over onto his back and stretched. "Where are you?"

"Safe. Josef is on his way to get you now, to bring you to me."

Jordan closed his eyes, unable to stop the reaction that smooth-as-silk voice brought about in him. "I miss you so much."

A half pained, half desperate groan sounded on the other end of the line. "What are you wearing?" The question was hopeful, and Jordan smiled.

He smoothed his hand down his chest and over the flat muscles of his stomach. He had worn the outfit once for Dorian; the night before Dorian and Josef had left for Rome, to be exact. Jordan smiled as he remembered the spark of desire, of love, that had shone in Dorian's eyes. "Oh, just an old tunic and pants," he said softly, teasing Dorian and smiling even more when he heard the whimper on the other line. 

"Is it...emerald green? With threads of silver and gold?"

"Um-hm..." Jordan closed his eyes and bit at his lower lip at the sound of Dorian's breath catching, the sweetly desperate sound of his whimper.

"Love..." 

A catch of breath, sudden and sharp, was followed by a soul-melting cry as Dorian came. Jordan gasped, unable to stop himself from reaching down to slip his fingers over the hard line of his cock. The shimmering material of his pants was cool and slick to the touch, warming as the last of Dorian's soft moans drifted over the phone line. 

"Dorian..."

"Yes, love. Oh, Jordan...what are you doing? What are you thinking about?"

Jordan arched his back, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of his pants to wrap around the hard length of his cock. "Stroking," he breathed, gasping as he rolled his thumb over the leaking tip. "Imagining your lips, wrapped tight around my cock..."

"Sucking. Rolling my tongue around the tip, licking away those sweet drops..."

"Oh, gods...Dorian!" It didn't take much more than that. Jordan shuddered as he came, drenching his hand and the front of his pants. As he fought to bring his breathing under control, Dorian murmured.

"I want so much to taste that, to lick your hand clean."

A knock sounded on the door of his hotel room and Jordan pulled his hand out quickly, looking for the towel from his shower. "I think Josef's here. See you shortly?"

"Yes, love. Hurry. I need you."

Jordan smiled as he hung up the phone. He wiped his hand off, grateful for the dark green of his pants, and tossed the towel onto the bed as he went to open the door. Seeing Josef for the first time in two months did a lot for his worries regarding Dorian. He trusted Dorian implicitly, but he could also see why Dorian enjoyed the young man. Despite himself, Jordan found himself admiring the tall, thin but well-built frame; the golden hair; the pretty blue eyes. 

"Is he okay, really?" Jordan asked as he picked up his suitcase and the matching duffel bag. The money he had saved in the bank in the States was now tucked neatly away in his suitcase, enough to buy a decent starter wardrobe. 

As Josef leaned forward to take the suitcase from Jordan, he said, "I've seen him happier."

Jordan grimaced. "I guess uprooting isn't easy for him either."

"Not really. He had grown quite attached to the States, I think," Josef said as they walked out, leaving the door to close with a click, the room keys on the dresser. "But this is his real home, where he was born. He always comes back to it at some point."

Jordan remained silent as they walked through the lobby, only picking the conversation back up once they were outside. "You've been with him for a while, haven't you?" he asked as Josef tossed both pieces of luggage into the trunk of a small, black car. He climbed in and buckled as Josef slid in and started the car.

"Several years at least. I'll be honest, Jordan," Josef said as he pulled out of the drop-off area and onto the street. "I was jealous when you came along."

Jordan looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his hands. He had known this would eventually come up. "I can understand that," he said. He looked up at Josef, catching the brief blue gaze before Josef had to return his attention to the road. "I never wanted to steal him from you."

Josef laughed and shook his head. "No, I know that. I love Dorian. I have since I met him in a club one fateful summer night, and back then, the love was very much of the romantic variety. Then we got to know each other, and he...well, he kind of became the older brother that I wish Carl had been. Yeah, I still fucked him--Hell, who wouldn't?--but the love was different then. And in his own odd way, I think he loves me as well."

Jordan smiled and looked out at the city passing by in the dark. "So it doesn't bother you that he and I love each other romantically?"

"You kidding? I'm just thrilled to see him happy!" Josef laughed. He glanced over at Jordan long enough to smile. 

Jordan returned it, and found himself liking the young man a little bit more. Perhaps...enough to allow Dorian a bit of variety; provided he could watch...or join in. The thought had him hard within seconds and he had to swallow the groan. It wasn't something he ever thought about before, but with Dorian? Well, being with a man like Dorian Baptiste tended to bring out parts of Jordan he never realized were there. 

"Well, here we are," Josef announced as he pulled up in front of a towering expanse of ancient gray stone.

"Wow."

"Yeah, it's been in his family for...well, for ages," Josef said, leaning forward to look out the windshield. "You'd have to ask him how long for sure."

Jordan leaned forward and peered out the windshield as well, his jaw dropping open as he took in the entire breadth of the mansion. When he turned his head, however, he found Josef doing the same, bringing their faces--and inevitably their mouths--close together. Jordan swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts of seeing those lips wrapped around Dorian's cock, out of his mind. 

"Um, guess we should get inside," he said, cursing silently for sounding even the slightest bit out of sorts.

He started to move away, only to be caught by a hand on the back of his neck...and a sweet mouth on his. He gasped, panic starting to rise slowly, but Josef's kiss was stronger, almost as drugging as Dorian's. His tongue was insistent, probing between Jordan's lips, tasting him slowly. When Josef released him and got out of the car without a word, Jordan remained in his seat, stunned beyond sense.

Gods, what would Dorian say if he saw that?

"I would beg to join you, to taste you on his lips, to feel you both."

Startled by Dorian's voice in his mind, Jordan got out of the car and looked up. All the windows were dark, save one. When he focused on it, he saw a tall, lean figure looking down at him. Despite the brilliant light backlighting the figure, Jordan knew it was Dorian, and somehow, he sensed a pleased smile on those deliciously full lips.

"Ready?"

Tearing his gaze from the window, Jordan turned towards Josef. He nodded and picked up his duffel bag, yielding to Josef's insistence on carrying at least something inside. Before stepping under the threshold, he looked back up to the window. The figure was gone. 

The moment he stepped into the entry hall, Jordan sensed Dorian's presence. The vampire's essence was everywhere, as if the stones of the building itself were drenched with it, with him. He looked around, disbelieving of the magnificence in which he now found himself. 

Despite the obvious age of the place, the inside looked to be newly renovated. From floor to ceiling, the walls were covered in rich, dark wood panels, and the floor was a glossy black marble laced with gray-white threads. Several doors lined each wall to his left and right, and directly before them, a grand staircase led up to a broad landing, then branched off to the left and the right. A hallway encircled most of the ceiling above, where yet more doors waited.

When a door opened on the left, all thoughts raced from Jordan's mind. A slender figure, dressed in his trademark leather and silk, padded barefoot into the entry hall. His chestnut hair lay in wispy strands over his shoulders, and in his eyes, a world of desire and love sparkled. When he held out his hand, the duffel bag dropped to the floor, forgotten as Jordan claimed his long-awaited kiss.

"Love..."

Jordan didn't give Dorian time to say anything more. He pulled Dorian into his arms and claimed the vampire's mouth, a moan slipping free as their lips parted, tongues meeting in a hungry, sensuous dance. The soft sound Dorian made settled somewhere deep in Jordan's soul, then sent the message directly to his cock. For a creature that was supposed to be scary and intimidating, Dorian was anything but. In Jordan's arms, he was pliant and loving, his skin smooth as silk, his kisses sweet. And everywhere they touched, he left a fiery kiss on Jordan's flesh.

"Gods, I missed you so much," Jordan whispered as they slowly came up for air. 

"Oh, love...need you..." Dorian's lingering kisses were needy, desperate. His hands clutched to Jordan's tunic, sending brilliant sparkles from the silver and gold threads skittering across the marble floor. 

"Dorian, do you need me for anything tonight?"

His mind muddled by the effects of Dorian's kisses, Jordan almost forgot Josef was still there, watching them. An idea came to him and he leaned down to whisper in Dorian's ear. "I want to watch."

"Watch?" Dorian looked back at him, confusion creasing his brow. 

Jordan smiled slowly and slipped a hand between them, stroking over the front of Dorian's pants. "You...and Josef. I want to watch, Dorian." He gave the hard bulge a squeeze and his smile widened with the catch of Dorian's breath. "Please."

"Anything...for you, love," Dorian murmured, his eyes closing slowly. "Josef..." Dorian opened his eyes and gave Josef a look that made it very clear what he wanted.

Jordan looked to Josef, remembering the stolen kiss in the car. He reached out to Josef, meeting the young man's hesitant gaze. The invitation set, Josef walked over to them, but instead of kissing Dorian as Jordan had expected, Josef kissed him. Jordan moaned softly into Josef's mouth when he felt Dorian's lips on his neck, the vampire's tongue licking a slow path over his skin. 

"Want you both," Dorian murmured against Jordan's throat. The statement brought an end to the kiss, and Jordan stared down at Dorian in disbelief.

"Both of us?" he asked, not quite sure what Dorian was asking.

Dorian starting backing up into the room he had come out of, pulling Jordan and Josef with him. "Yes, both of you. I need it. Please..."

"How?" Jordan sat down on the couch and Dorian straddled him, grinding against him, breathless and shaking. 

"In me," Dorian panted in a whisper. "In me, Jordan, please..."

Jordan met Josef's stunned but lust-glazed stare over Dorian's shoulder, and it dawned on him what Dorian was asking for. "Oh, gods," he groaned. 

"Jordan, please!" Dorian begged, his movements becoming more desperate, more erratic. 

"Too many clothes."

Jordan looked up to see Josef hovering behind Dorian, stripping down as quickly as possible. Seconds later, he felt Dorian's fingers work beneath the waistband of his pants, wrapping tightly to his cock. Dorian pulled it out as Josef worked the leather pants down and off, Dorian shifting to let them slide off of his legs. Then came the cool, slick feel of a hand coating his cock in lube. Jordan looked down, but both of Dorian's hands were on the back of the couch, holding him up enough for Josef to slick Jordan. When Josef pulled away, Jordan gripped Dorian's hips and lowered him onto his cock, groaning as the vampire's body enveloped him in tight, slick heat.

"Jordan! Love...oh, God..." Dorian whimpered and squirmed, driving Jordan deeper until he was fully inside him. "Yes," he purred. "Oh, yes...Josef..."

Jordan bit his lip and watched as Josef slicked his cock, a slender length of hard flesh gliding through his fist. Then he set the lube on the table by the couch and moved closer, the couch dipped between Jordan's legs as Josef positioned himself. The sensation of another slick cock touching his was wonderful, and then Josef began to push. Dorian cried out, his body shaking uncontrollably as Josef's cock slid alongside Jordan's, burying deeply inside him. 

"Oh, fuck," Jordan breathed. He was lucky he could do that much. The tightness of Dorian's body pressed his cock hard against Josef's, increasing the sensations tenfold. 

"Don't move," Dorian begged. "Just...oh, God..." His forehead rested to Jordan's shoulder, giving Jordan full view of Josef behind him.

Josef propped himself against the couch, his hands on either side of Dorian's hands, his mouth only inches from Jordan's. Meeting his gaze, Josef closed the small distance between them, his tongue darting between Jordan's lips. Dorian began brushing soft, sweet kisses over Jordan's neck and shoulder, purring in his ear. 

"Slowly," Dorian murmured, "very slowly."

Josef broke the kiss and shifted gently, getting in a better position. Then he started to move, slowly at first. Jordan's head fell back against the couch, the sensations rippling through him like quicksilver. It wasn't until Dorian started moving in response, grinding gently on his lap, that Jordan dared to move. With his hands firmly gripping Dorian's hips, he started moving, his cock sliding in and out, in tandem with Josef's, gliding across Josef's slick hardness as they both moved inside Dorian.

"Don't stop," Dorian pleaded breathlessly. "Oh, love..." He rocked on Jordan, driving the cocks inside him harder, faster, deeper. "Jordan...oh, God..." 

Jordan knew Dorian was getting close and he slipped his hand from Dorian's hip to his cock. He stroked it quickly; varying the pressure until Dorian was shaking and pleading, sobbing against his throat. 

"Come for me, Dorian," he whispered. "Come hard for me."

That. Did it.

Dorian's body tightened from the inside out, constricting around the two cocks inside him. He screamed Jordan's name over and over as the tears streamed down his face, his cock pulsing hard in Jordan's hand. Seconds later, Josef groaned, and the throbbing of his cock set Jordan off, both of them pumping liquid heat deep inside Dorian's body. 

When the last tremors faded away, Josef pulled out first, falling back down to the floor on his heels. Jordan was barely aware of anything...except Dorian, and the soft whimpers in his ear. Dorian had been so caught up in the pleasure that he had forgotten to feed. Jordan chuckled and tipped his head, baring his neck. Dorian struck swiftly, his fangs piercing Jordan's skin painlessly. In fact, it had much the opposite effect. Jordan gasped as he felt himself growing hard again, his cock still deep inside Dorian. With a slow grind of his hips, he made slow love to the vampire as he fed. 

"Love," Dorian whispered as he licked the wounds closed. "Jordan..." 

Jordan turned his head, meeting Dorian in a slow, deep kiss. Dorian rocked his hips, sliding Jordan's cock in and out in an easy rhythm. When the heat started to build inside him, Jordan gripped the back of Dorian's head and eased him onto his back on the couch. Dorian's legs circled his waist and Jordan's thrusts inside him increased, driving them both to the edge quicker this time. Dorian was the first to come, and Jordan quickly followed, catching the vampire's mouth in another kiss as their bodies shook together. Explosions of green filled Jordan's vision, blinding him to everything but the beautiful creature beneath him. Dorian's cries echoed inside him, his name falling from the vampire's lips in breathy whispers.

As they both started to come back down to Earth, Jordan sighed contentedly. His body ached, and he was sure Dorian's did as well, but right now, nothing mattered.

"Oh...my...God."

The half-groaned, half-panted exclamation from Dorian made Jordan chuckle. He kissed Dorian's cheeks softly, first one and then the other, kissing away the drying tears. Never in his existence, did he ever think he would find such soul-deep love; beauty so real, it was almost painful. He pulled back and looked down, finding his thoughts reflected back at him from the depths of Dorian's eyes. If there really was a place called Heaven, Jordan was sure he had found it.

* * *

"Nice house," Jordan said as he turned back to Josef. "So this is all his?"

"Yep, every single crack, every single stone." Josef ran a finger down the staircase banister and grimaced at the film of dark gray dust that came off on his finger. "Although it's going to need a lot of work."

"How long has it been since anyone's cleaned it?" Jordan looked around, noting the cobwebs hanging from parts of the ceiling and walls that no human being could even think about reaching without a good bit of scaffolding.

"Much too long," Josef chuckled. "Dorian isn't the most trusting person, so it's rare anyone is in here when he is not."

"Can't say that I blame him." Jordan turned to Josef, then stared down at the floor. "Is there...any chance of your brother, Carl, making trouble all the way over here?" There. He'd said it. The thought had been nagging at him since leaving the States, and although he honestly couldn't imagine Carl doing anything, the idea just refused to leave him alone.

Josef stopped halfway down the steps and sighed. "My family is originally from Italy," he said. "We still have relatives, and a few friends, here." He turned his head to look back up at Jordan. "And to be honest, I wouldn't put it past him, Jordan. Carl is...dedicated."

"Dedicated to causing significant trouble."

They both looked down as Dorian emerged from the doorway of his office. 

"Do you really think Carl would come all the way over here?" Jordan asked as Dorian began climbing the stairs.

"Like Josef said, I wouldn't put it past him." Dorian stopped one step below him and reached up to run his hands slowly over Jordan's arms, smiling as he pulled him down for a kiss. When they parted, he sighed. "I need to find the others."

"The others?" Jordan lifted an eyebrow; he wasn't entirely sure if he liked the sound of that.

"Ah," Dorian said with a broad smile. He didn't often flash his teeth, but when he did, it sent chills scurrying up Jordan's spine. "You see, love; we are not alone here. Not like we were in the States. Yes, I have my enemies here as well, all vampires have enemies, but here, in this grand city, I have allies as well."

Dorian slipped an arm around Jordan's shoulder, then the other around Josef's. "Come. You both must eat. Angelia arrived while you were upstairs. I hear she has expanded her recipe collection considerably while I've been away." He ushered them both downstairs and steered them into the kitchen.

Jordan blinked several times as a flurry of activity greeted them. "Looks like more than just Angelia."

Dorian chuckled and nipped at a spot on Jordan's neck, just below his ear. "You taste...exquisite," he purred softly. A shiver slid up Jordan's spine in answer. "Perhaps later, I will sample her new chocolate glaze recipe as it covers your body."


When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 06



"You can eat regular food?" Jordan turned his head, bringing their lips close together.

"In very small quantities, and nothing too thick," Dorian murmured as he slid his tongue across Jordan's lips. "Oh, love..."

Jordan swallowed. He had been hungry for food, but that sigh from Dorian had him hungry for something much different. "Room service?" he asked with a slow smile. 

Dorian smiled in response, kissed his lips softly, then turned to the aging woman before them. She stood with her hands on her hips, shaking her head. Despite the age that shone on her face in the form of wrinkles, her eyes were young and vibrant. 

"Dorian!" she admonished. "You bring such a handsome young thing home and don't bother to introduce us?" Dorian opened his mouth, but the woman waved him away. "Come," she said, taking Jordan by the hand. "Let me have a look at you. Ah, yes. Dorian, the romantic. You know, perhaps with you here, he won't be such a recluse. Has he been feeding well? He tends to put it off at times, longer than he should."

Jordan couldn't help but smile and laugh. Dorian really was well-loved, despite what he was. "Yes, he's been feeding well," he said, glancing over at Dorian. The vampire shook his head as a playfully pleading look crossed his features. "Although I sometimes have to coerce him into it."

"Well, we'll just have to stock up on plenty of orange juice for you then," the woman said.

"Orange juice?"

"Yes! It replaces the nutrients he takes when he feeds. Oh, and where are my manners?" She held out a hand to Jordan and her smile seemed to brighten the entire room. "I'm Angelia, Head Cook for the most stubborn vampire in history."

Dorian groaned and rolled his eyes. "I do listen," he countered, cracking a smile. Jordan chuckled as Angelia turned to Dorian. 

"Ah, but you do not!" she said, wagging a plump, wrinkled finger at him. "Here you have a beautiful young man, and yet you're standing in the kitchen, chatting when you could be upstairs, feeding and loving."

Jordan turned beet red and looked over at Dorian. The vampire grinned. "Then maybe we should take her advice, Dorian."

Dorian met his gaze fully and Jordan's breath caught in his throat as the familiar spark of hunger flitted across the vampire's eyes. "Perhaps you are right." Dorian turned to Angelia. "Have us a tray sent up?"

Angelia grinned. "Gladly. Now get your rear end up there. Josef, come in, son. I'm going to need your help."

Just as Dorian started to pull Jordan out of the kitchen, Jordan stopped. He looked at Dorian in confusion. "Son?"

"Oh, yes," Dorian said with a nod. "Angelia Moretti is the mother of Josef and Carl Gallo. She remarried not long after the brothers moved to the United States, and her husband passed away some time ago."

"Wow. How did you find her?"

Dorian took Jordan's hand and started up the stairs. "She found me. I met Josef first, and when I told him about the house here, he wanted to see it. So, I brought him here for a small time. He introduced me to his mother then, and she immediately began doting on me, insisting that, if her son was going to be a donor to vampire, he would need proper nutrition. Thus, she became my cook whenever I am here."

"She didn't freak out about the vampire bit?"

"No, which surprised me greatly, until Josef explained things to me."

Jordan looked over at him. "Like what?"

Dorian grinned as he stopped before a door. "That Angelia's second husband was a vampire. However, he was found dead in a park. Apparently, the hunters found him first."

"Whoa," Jordan said, turning around to face Dorian as they walked into the bedroom. "Hunters?"

Dorian sighed and closed the door. "Yes. I told you; we do have our enemies, Jordan. There are still those who make it their life's goal to hunt down and destroy the vampires of the world."

"What are the chances of Carl being one of them?"

Dorian met Jordan's gaze steadily. "It's very likely."



When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 07



Chapter Seven

"Such precious cruelty."

A slow smile spread over Jordan's lips and Dorian watched as the elf dipped a strawberry in Angelia's chocolate glaze. Jordan tipped his head back, laying bare the smooth contours of his graceful neck, as he lowered the strawberry to his lips. His eyes closed, Jordan slipped his tongue out, letting the chocolate drip slowly onto the tip. Dorian shifted on the bed, his leather pants growing increasingly uncomfortable.

As the fruit disappeared between the elf's lips, Dorian made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Jordan made no indication of hearing it, but Dorian knew he had. He could sense Jordan's anticipation. He could smell the elf's blood as it quickened in his veins, hear Jordan's heart as it thundered in his chest, pounding out a primal rhythm. It was almost too much. But true to his word, Dorian remained where he sat, leaning up against the headboard of the king-sized bed. He was being good...for now.

Jordan, however, was anything but. He was stretched out across the foot of the bed, the tray of delicacies set between them, taunting Dorian like an obstacle between him and a prize. Jordan's tunic was somewhere on the floor, and the light from the candles scattered around the room danced across the shimmering emerald fabric of his pants. Dorian's gaze traveled slowly over the lean, lithe body, taking in the delicate features of Jordan's face, the beckoning arch of his throat, the movement of muscles just beneath the smooth skin of his chest. 

When Jordan moved, Dorian didn't bother to stifle the tortured groan as the candle flames flickered across his pants. The green material hugged every line of the elf's calves, thighs, and the sweet silken flesh of his cock. It was there Dorian's gaze lingered, then drifted lower, his senses taking him on a whirlwind memory of Jordan's body. He licked his lips as Jordan spread his legs slowly and slipped a hand between them to cup himself. 

"You're being good," Jordan said. "Maybe a reward is in order?"

Dorian looked back up at Jordan's face. "And what sort of reward would you give me, love?"

The sound that slipped from Jordan's lips was a purr, smooth as silk, and he rolled his tongue around the strawberry as he worked his pants off with the other hand. Dorian was no longer sure which part to watch.

Jordan pulled his pants off completely and tossed them across the room. Then he rose up on his knees and turned around. When he bent over and spread his legs, Dorian's breath left him in a rush. Jordan peered down at him from between his legs, then stuck two fingers into the chocolate glaze. Dorian watched as those two fingers then slid deep inside Jordan. The elf moaned into the bed as he started finger-fucking himself, using the chocolate as lubrication. 

"Oh, dear God," Dorian muttered. Screw being good; he couldn't wait any longer. He leaned forward and scooped up more chocolate on his fingers, then rubbed them around Jordan's entrance, pushing them inside him alongside Jordan's fingers. Jordan whimpered and rocked back, pushing their fingers deeper.

"Dorian..."

Hearing Jordan's whispered plea, Dorian pulled Jordan's hand away, pulled his own fingers out, and dove in. He pushed his tongue as deep inside Jordan's ass as he could, moaning as the chocolate mingled with Jordan's natural musk. It was a heady combination, and Dorian had to pull away long enough to remove his pants. As soon as they were off, he knelt behind Jordan, spreading the cheeks of his ass apart to allow his tongue to go deeper. He licked around the outer ring, cleaning the chocolate from the tender, puckered skin, then pushed his tongue inside again. Jordan writhed on the bed and pushed his ass into Dorian's face, crying out again and again as Dorian flexed his tongue inside him.

"Oh, fuck...Dorian, please...need you."

Dorian licked his way down Jordan's balls, sucking one gently into his mouth, then doing the same with the other. Jordan groaned and whimpered, the sounds muffled as his face was buried in the blanket. When he released Jordan's balls, Dorian turned and slid under him, drawing his tongue down the underside of Jordan's cock. Jordan's thighs quivered and his hand threaded in Dorian's hair, gripping him tightly. 

"Yes," Jordan whispered. "Oh, fuck yes."

Sliding up a bit more, Dorian flicked his tongue over the tip, licking away the drops of pre-come, then slid his lips over the head. Jordan gasped and thrust into his mouth, driving his cock down Dorian's throat. As he relaxed his throat muscles, Dorian took Jordan's entire length in his mouth. 

"Oh, my God..." Jordan groaned. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck..." His grip on Dorian's hair tightened as he began stroking in and out, rocking his hips over Dorian's chest. With Jordan's ass still slick from his feast, Dorian pushed two fingers inside him, twisting his hand until he touched Jordan's gland. Jordan's hips jerked and he whimpered, caught between pushing down on Dorian's finger and fucking his throat. Dorian hummed low and Jordan cried out as his cock throbbed, pumping hot come down his throat. He pulled his fingers out slowly and Jordan slid down his body to bring their mouths together in a kiss.

"Damn." Jordan collapsed, burrowing his face in Dorian's hair. 

Dorian chuckled and rolled them over onto their sides. Jordan draped his leg over Dorian's thigh and snuggled close, sighing softly.

"Something just occurred to me," he said.

"What's that, love?" Dorian asked as he nuzzled Jordan's hair.

"You never got off."

Dorian rocked his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together--his, hard as a rock; Jordan's, quickly getting that way. "And what should we do about it?" he purred as he shifted, propping himself up on his arm so he could reach Jordan's ear. He sucked the tip into his mouth and Jordan shuddered in his arms.

"I think," Jordan said as he rolled them back over, "I'll start with my mouth." He pulled away, only to turn completely around and straddle Dorian's face. Then he leaned forward, swallowing Dorian's cock in one breath. 

"Oh..." Dorian gasped and his hips jerked, sliding his cock deeper into Jordan's throat. Above him, Jordan's balls presented a temptation he could not resist. He kneaded the soft, supple flesh, spreading Jordan's buttocks to reveal a well-tongue-fucked, pink hole. He licked his lips, unsure which part of the elf he wanted to devour first.

Unable to tear his gaze from Jordan's balls, his mind was made up. He grabbed Jordan's hips and pulled him lower until those irresistible balls of flesh were brushing his lips. He stuck his tongue out, tracing the crease of skin between them, then gently sucked one into his mouth. Jordan moaned around his cock, sending ripples of warm, teasing pleasure through Dorian's body. Dorian released him and moved to the other, rolling his tongue around it before sucking on it. 

"Oh, fuck..." Jordan panted as he slid his mouth off of Dorian's cock. His grip tightened around the base of the shaft and Dorian groaned. "Mm, like that?" Jordan squeezed again and Dorian released him.

Dorian's head fell back onto the bed and he thrust his hips up. "Don't stop..."

Jordan licked around the head, sliding his tongue through the slit as he squeezed and released the shaft continuously. Dorian's vision became fuzzy and he closed his eyes with a soft growl. 

"Gods, I love to hear that," Jordan murmured on his cock.

"What?" Dorian's throat was dry and if he'd had a heartbeat, it would have been racing. 

"You growling," Jordan said as he flicked his tongue over the head of Dorian's cock. "It's fucking sexy."

Dorian opened his eyes and a deep, guttural growl rumbled through him. Jordan shivered seconds before Dorian pulled him down, sitting him on his face. With a hand on either buttock, he spread Jordan open, plunging his tongue inside as he started fucking the elf's fist.

Jordan whimpered and his fist tightened and released on Dorian's cock like a vice. Dorian bucked his hips, fucking his hand with quick, hard thrusts. Jordan rocked against his face, forcing Dorian's tongue deeper. Then he pulled away. Dorian's protest died on his lips as Jordan spun around and sank down onto his cock. 

Dorian drew his legs up and planted his feet firmly on the bed. Gripping Jordan's hips tightly, he growled as he thrust hard, ramming his cock deep inside Jordan's ass.

"Oh, fuck!" Jordan screamed as his head fell back. He started grinding on Dorian's cock, sliding back and forth with his hands on Dorian's chest for leverage. Dorian guided him, keeping the hard rhythm as he pulled and pushed Jordan's hips. With every stroke, he rocked his hips, thrusting deep. Jordan sat up quickly and grabbed his cock, jerking his hand up and down the shaft. 

"Fuck me, Dorian," he pleaded breathlessly. His eyes widened and his dark gaze locked onto Dorian. "Oh, God!"

Dorian started piledriving his cock into Jordan, marking every thrust with a growl. With one particularly deep thrust, he sent Jordan spiraling over the edge. Jordan screamed his name as his come shot over Dorian's chest. Dorian followed quickly after, burying his length in Jordan as he came hard, his body shaking with every pulse of his cock.

When it began to subside, his legs slid down and Jordan collapsed on top of him. Neither of them cared about the sticky mess coating Dorian's stomach and chest. 

"Did I break you, love?"

Jordan chuckled. "No, but my ass is sore as hell now."

"Mm," Dorian purred softly. "But such a sweet one it is." He ran his fingers down Jordan's spine, smiling as the elf shivered. "Love you," he whispered as he licked Jordan's shoulder.

Jordan lifted his head and looked down at Dorian with glazed eyes. "Love you too, Dorian. Never thought I'd tell a vampire that."

Dorian smiled and slipped a hand through Jordan's hair, pulling him down into a soft kiss. "Sleepy?" Jordan nodded. "Then let us sleep, love. It's nearing dawn."

"This is a fucked up schedule; you realize that, don't you?" Jordan asked with a chuckle.

"Not my choice, but I manage." Dorian sat up slowly and eased Jordan down onto the pillows. He released him long enough to crawl off of the bed and move the tray, then he returned, slipping under the covers. He sank down beneath the thick layers of blankets, slipped an arm around Jordan, and pulled him close. Jordan rolled over and snuggled against him, and soon, they both slipped into sleep.

* * *

When Jordan woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was alone. He had reached over, expecting to drape his arm over a hard-muscled chest, but when he moved, there was no one there. He opened his eyes and found that Dorian was gone. As he sat up, he heard the sound of a shower, then found the bathroom door open. With a grin, he slid out of bed and stepped into the doorway, pleasantly surprised to see that Dorian preferred clear shower curtains. For several minutes, all he did was stare. He loved the way the water cascaded down Dorian's back, then over his ass. Dorian's hair was slicked back and he stepped under the spray, tipping his head back as the water poured over his neck chest. 

"Care to join me, love?"

Jordan was startled momentarily, then smiled. He grabbed a towel out of the linen closet and laid it on the edge of the sink counter, then he stepped in as Dorian held back the curtain. Dorian immediately pulled him into a warm, wet embrace.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Dorian nosed his cheek and moved a fraction of an inch until their lips were touching. "Because you looked too peaceful," he whispered. 

"Are you hungry?"

Dorian's tongue snaked out to lick Jordan's lips. "Starving."

Jordan pulled back enough to see his eyes. "Then you definitely should have woke me up," he said, lifting an eyebrow. The cold of the tile wall shocked him when Dorian backed him against it, but the vampire's kisses as they trailed down his chin to the hollow of his throat, warmed him within seconds. 

"Want you," Dorian purred as he licked the nape of Jordan's nape.

"I'm all yours," was all Jordan could say. He threaded his fingers through the slick length of Dorian's hair, pulling him closer. "Pleasure," he whispered.

"As you wish." Dorian cupped him, rolling Jordan's balls gently in his palm. Jordan groaned and spread his legs more, allowing Dorian to settle between them. "How are you feeling?" 

Jordan hiked his right leg up, locking it around Dorian's hip. He reached between them and ran his thumb over the head of Dorian's cock, smiling when the vampire gasped against his throat. "In me. Please, Dorian."

Dorian lifted him up and Jordan locked both legs tightly around his waist. When Dorian lowered him slowly onto his cock, Jordan shivered, biting his lip as his body stretched around it. Once Dorian was completely inside, Jordan closed his eyes, panting as he willed his body to relax.

"You okay?" Dorian asked, keeping his hands under Jordan for support.

Jordan swallowed and nodded. "Just a little sore," he said. "Give me a sec."

"Anything, love." Dorian kissed his chin. "You tell me when to move." 

Tilting his head slightly, Jordan met Dorian in a kiss, moaning into Dorian's mouth. He whimpered softly and tried to move, his body wanting more. As if sensing what he wanted, Dorian began moving, withdrawing slowly, then pushing back in, taking his time and making the strokes gentle. Jordan tried rocking against him and found it difficult in their position; but he was unwilling to move. Gods. He could get used to this.

Every stroke Dorian made sent ripples of sensations through Jordan. In this position, Dorian's cock stroked over his gland, and before long Jordan was caught between the wall and Dorian, writhing and making pleading sounds into Dorian's mouth. Dorian pulled away from their kiss and held Jordan's gaze as he started thrusting in earnest. Jordan's body shook and every slide in took his breath away. 

"Oh, gods..." He closed his eyes and Dorian kissed his neck softly. "Now," he whispered as his body began to tighten around Dorian's cock. "Dorian!" 

The second he cried out, Dorian's fangs pierced his throat. Jordan gripped his hair, holding Dorian against his neck and bucking against him as wave after wave crashed over him. A moment later, Dorian growled against his neck and buried his cock deep inside him as he came. As Jordan fought to catch his breath, Dorian licked his neck and pulled back, catching him in another kiss. He let Jordan down slowly, keeping a tight hold around his waist to steady him.

"You're going to spoil me, Dorian Baptiste."

Dorian chuckled softly as he rested his forehead to Jordan's. "Can I?"

Jordan nodded. "I could easily get used to this." He slid his arms up to circle them around Dorian's neck.

"Good," Dorian whispered on his lips. "Because I'll be damned if I'm letting you go."

"Love you, Dorian." Jordan felt Dorian smile against his mouth.

"I love you too." Dorian kissed him softly. "So very much."

"The water's getting cold."

Dorian laughed and kissed him before pulling away. Jordan stepped under the spray, shivering but determined to get at least moderately clean. Dorian stayed behind him, combing his fingers through Jordan's hair. When Jordan was done, he turned off the water and Dorian stepped out first. As Jordan dried, Dorian tucked the corner of his towel and headed into the bedroom.

"I'm not entirely sure where your bags ended up," Dorian called from the other room. "You're welcome to wear something of mine until we find them."

"Do they smell like you?" Jordan asked with a grin as he walked out of the bathroom, tossing his towel into the clothes hamper by the door. He sat down on the bed and watched Dorian rummage through several drawers.

Dorian chuckled. "Clove seeps into clothes and tends to stay, no matter how many times you wash things." He pulled out a pair of black silk pants and a dark green T-shirt. "How's that?"

Jordan slid off the bed and walked over. "Mm..." He ran his fingers over the silk. "You really are going to spoil me."

As Jordan took the clothes, Dorian leaned in to steal a kiss. "Good."

"So, what's going on today?" Jordan asked as he dressed. 

"It's been a while since I've been here," Dorian said. "First thing I need to do is beef up security."

Jordan looked up. "You're worried about Carl, aren't you?"

Dorian sighed and sat down on the bed after buttoning his pants. "Yes, I am."

"You know something? I know hardly anything about you."

"Come." Dorian held out his hand and Jordan took it. "Hang around with me and feel free to ask anything you wish."

Lifting an eyebrow, Jordan asked, "you'll answer anything?"

"Anything. Some questions might take longer, whether it's because the answers are difficult to remember, or too painful, but I will answer them."

"Okay," Jordan said as they left the bedroom. "How old are you?"

"You want the short answer? Or the full details?"

"Details."

As they started down the stairs, Dorian said, "I was born here--Rome--in the winter of 1372, the 13th of December, to be exact. I was turned on the 3rd of January in 1405."

"So how did it happen?" Jordan asked as they walked into Dorian's office. He looked around the room, stunned at the countless shelves of books. Dorian's desk was situated in front of an enormous bay window that overlooked the city. In the not-so-far distance, Jordan saw the city wall marking the boundary of Vatican City. It was bigger than he ever imagined it to be.

"The turning?" Dorian asked as he sat down at his desk. 

"Yeah." Jordan tore his attention away from the view and Dorian pulled him onto his lap.

"Now that, love, is an interesting--and somewhat complicated--story. In 1404, Cosmo Migliorato was elected Pope Innocent VII. At that time, I was a humble priest in the service of the Roman Catholic Church. I was thirty-three when I was struck down with an unknown illness. Fever, hallucinations, you name it. On the night of January 3rd, I was near death. That is when I had my last visitor--Lorik Sabina. He offered me a choice: die, or go on. I had a lust for life; I wasn't ready to stop. I chose to go on. That night, he made me what I am now, and out of fear and possibly shame, my family buried a bundle of blankets in the place of my missing body."

"Damn." Jordan wasn't sure what else to say to that. "Were you married?"

Dorian chuckled and shook his head. "No. I lived and 'died' under a vow of celibacy. It took Lorik quite some time to convince me to sleep with him."

"Have you always liked men?" Jordan asked. He leaned back a bit and was surprised and a bit amused when he saw Dorian blush.

"Yes. No one ever found out, thankfully, but I had a young lover for some time. He died when he was seventeen; I was twenty-two. After that, I became celibate."

Jordan grinned and kissed Dorian's hair. "I'm glad you didn't keep that vow." Just as Dorian looked up and Jordan leaned down for a kiss, the door opened. Jordan sighed and a sound greatly resembling a growl came from the vampire beneath him.

"Yes?"

Josef looked back out into the hall before closing the door. Jordan could feel the man's tension from across the room. When Josef turned towards them and moved closer, worry was etched across his handsome face. "We have a problem, Dorian."

Within seconds, Dorian stiffened. "What?"

"Viktor is in town."

Several minutes passed in silence so tense, it made Jordan's skin crawl. "Who's Viktor?"

"An old...adversary," Dorian said. The even, almost dead calm of his voice made Jordan's skin crawl even more. 

Jordan looked up at Josef, and Josef tilted his head towards the door. Jordan kissed Dorian's head, then got up to follow Josef. They stepped out into the hall and Josef pulled him into a small, darkened alcove.




When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 07



"Has he told you about Lorik?" Josef asked him. Jordan nodded. "Well, Lorik died at Viktor's hands. Viktor is a hunter, Jordan."

"Oh, fuck."

Josef nodded. "He's been after Dorian since Lorik's death. That's why Dorian moves all over the world."

"But if Viktor's only one man..." Jordan shook his head as confusion set in. How could a vampire be worried about one hunter?

"There's more to the story."

They both turned to see Dorian standing in the office doorway. Jordan walked around Josef and stood before Dorian. Cupping the vampire's face in his palms, he tilted Dorian's head the slightest bit towards his.

"You said you had allies, right?"

Dorian nodded.

"Then contact them. Will they help you? Will they protect you, or, if things end up at that point, will they help you destroy him?"

"There's one catch, love," Dorian whispered.

"What?" Jordan didn't like the sound of that.

"He's my brother."

Jordan's mouth dropped open. "What? But...if he's your brother, then how could he possibly have lived this long unless he's... Oh. Fuck." Dorian nodded. "Your own fucking brother is a vampire, and yet he's hunting you because you are one?!"

"No. Not because of what I am. But because of what I have."

"I don't understand. The house?"

"Come," Dorian said, taking Jordan's hands. "I have something to show you, love."

Jordan let Dorian lead him down the hall, and he looked back at Josef. Josef gave him an odd smile, then turned away in the other direction. Dorian stopped at a braced door and pulled an ancient looking key from his pocket. He unlocked the door and pushed. Nothing happened. He grumbled and leaned into it, pushing again. Wood cracked and the door moved a fraction of an inch, then stopped. Shaking his head, Jordan put his shoulder to the door beside Dorian. With a nod from Dorian, they both heaved their full weight against the door.

Amid splintering wood and a flurry of Italian curses, they stumbled into the room on the other side. The room was dark, but a moment later, a soft light flooded the immediate area around them. Jordan looked over at Dorian and saw the small flashlight in his hand. Dorian smiled. 

Jordan looked around the room as Dorian felt around along the left wall. When lights flickered on at intervals along the walls, Jordan was speechless. Three rows of wooden benches stood to each side with a narrow walkway between them. At the far end of the room, a wooden crucifix--roughly half of Jordan's height--hung against the wall. A wooden stand sat before it. Cobwebs hung from the arms of the cross, enshrouding the figure on it. More hung from the stand, and in the corners. 

"It's a church," Jordan said almost breathlessly.

"It's a chapel. This," Dorian said as he started down the pathway between the benches, "was the Baptiste family chapel." When he reached the stand, he slid his finger across the wood slowly, grimacing at the thick layer of dust. "I haven't been in here in quite some time," he said quietly. When he looked up, he fell silent. 

Simply from the look on Dorian's face, Jordan knew there was still pain there. There was still a priest there. He walked up to Dorian and slipped his arms around Dorian's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder and holding him. "You okay?" 

With a sigh, Dorian leaned his head back on Jordan's shoulder. "Yes. It's just been a while, love." He reached up and covered Jordan's hands with his. "I'm a monster, Jordan. And what I did, to save my own life, cost me my soul, I fear."

Jordan closed his eyes slowly as he pressed a kiss to Dorian's ear. "You are not a monster," he whispered. "I love you, Dorian."

Dorian's hand tightened over Jordan's and he swallowed. The sound alone told Jordan he was fighting tears. "I love you too. I love you so much." A minute later he shook his head, as if he wanted to clear it. "Come, love." He patted Jordan's hands and pulled away.



When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 08



Chapter Eight

Dorian led the way down the spiral stairwell, looking back occasionally to see if Jordan was still with him. It was a long descent, and the light from the flashlight lit only a small circle before them. He hadn't been down here in what felt like ages, and perhaps it really had been ages. He had known that walking into the chapel would trigger memories, painful and good, but it was necessary. Going through the chapel was the only way to get down to the catacombs beneath the mansion. 

After several minutes of descending into the bowels of the earth, Dorian's foot finally touched time-worn, flat stone. He breathed a soft sigh of relief and turned. "Stay close. I don't know what's down here." Jordan gave him a look somewhere between worry and skepticism; Dorian chuckled. "That's not what I meant. I mean, I don't know how well the construction has held up all this time."

"That doesn't make me feel much better, Dorian," Jordan grumbled.

Dorian reached down and took Jordan's hand again. "Just stay close, love." 

Time had been about as kind as one could expect. He had long forgotten just how far down the catacombs were, but if the constant drip of water in the distance was any indication, it was deep. The air was moist and rich, water and earth and stone. As they walked, Jordan's hand tightened on Dorian's. Dorian couldn't quite blame him. Coming down here had always been nerve-wracking. He and Viktor used to explore these tunnels when they were children, and as they got older, their ventures grew more intense, exploring deeper passages...in more ways than he cared to remember.

Deeper into the catacombs, the air grew heavy with moisture, until it was almost choking. Recesses in the walls held the decayed remains of the Baptiste family, but Dorian had long ago lost any sort of connection to them. His destination was straight ahead--a small room with two sarcophagi and an empty burial recess. It was that recess he was determined to face once more.

When they reached the archway of the room, he stopped. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, fighting an internal struggle of wanting to go forward, and wanting to go back. But this had to be done, if Jordan would know his past. He stepped into the room and Jordan walked in behind him. 

"Over there," Dorian said, pointing to the empty recess. "That's where it all started."

Jordan walked over to the recess, which was large enough for two grown men and had harbored the dark secrets of two young boys so long ago. "Where what started?"

"Viktor..." Dorian closed his eyes and clenched one hand into a fist, while the other tightened around the flashlight. "He was the first, Jordan. He took everything in one night, for many nights." His vision went hazy as he finally stared at the recess. "For many years."

"I don't quite understand. Are you saying...that Viktor and you..."

Dorian nodded, and when he spoke, his voice gave away the tears he refused to let fall. "Four years," he whispered. "And his drive to possess me is what keeps him going. It is why I run."

Silence settled in the room for so long that it grew painful. Dorian leaned back against the wall and slid down, the tears escaping down his cheeks as he went. For several minutes, his quiet sobs were the only sounds. Then he felt a hand touch his cheek, then his chin, lifting his head up. He met a soft gaze, and an even softer smile.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. 

"For what?" Jordan pulled Dorian's hands off of his knees, pushed his legs apart, and slid between them, pulling him into a tight embrace. "There is no reason in this world for you to apologize, Dorian. Were you afraid of how I would react?"

Dorian nodded. "I was so scared..."

"Shh," Jordan murmured on his hair. "We'll get through this, Dorian. And he can't have you now. Know why?" When Dorian didn't answer, Jordan cupped his face, drawing Dorian's attention to his eyes. "Because you're mine, and I won't let you go without a fight."

"I need you," Dorian whispered. "Take these memories away, Jordan. Please."

Jordan stood and helped Dorian to his feet. "Then let's go back upstairs. I'll give you anything you need."

"Here."

Jordan turned and lifted an eyebrow. "Here?"

"Please. I want..." Dorian sighed as he closed his eyes again. "I need this, Jordan. I need to erase those memories, and only you can do it."

When he felt lips against his, Dorian whimpered softly. Taking his hand, Jordan pulled him across the room and Dorian opened his eyes. There it was, that recess in the wall full of memories he fought to forget. Jordan crawled inside and with a tug on Dorian's hand, Jordan pulled him in with him. Dorian laid back and looked up, meeting Jordan's calm, loving gaze. 

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Jordan asked him. "Right here?" Dorian nodded. Jordan's hand settled over where a heart once beat. "I am here, Dorian. And when I'm inside you, I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to see that it's me making love to you, here."

As Dorian tangled his fingers in Jordan's hair, pulling him down for a kiss, Jordan's hand drifted over his stomach. When they reached his thighs, he parted them, gasping as Jordan began to massage him through his pants. He moaned softly into Jordan's mouth, arching into that touch. Jordan pulled away from their kiss and licked the hollow of Dorian's throat. 

"Please," Dorian whispered. "Make love to me, Jordan." Jordan's hand slipped beneath the waistband of Dorian's pants and wrapped to his cock. "Oh, God..." Dorian's breath left him as Jordan stroked him slowly, circling his thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-come lazily. 

Before he realized it, Dorian's pants were gone and so were Jordan's. Jordan knelt between his legs, parting them slowly while keeping a steady gaze on Dorian's eyes. Dorian bit at his lower lip as Jordan nestled against him, his cock pressing against Dorian's entrance. Dorian whimpered softly, lifting and pushing. Jordan smiled and hovered over him, and with a gentle, steady push of his hips, his cock slid home. Dorian's hips rose, meeting him and driving him deeper. He gripped Jordan's arms, shoulders, anything he could reach, as his body pulled Jordan deeper. 

Then it all hit: the memories, the anger, the fear, the need, the desire. It all flooded Dorian like a tidal wave, dragging him under. He cried out and could no longer stop the tears as they streamed down his face. Jordan didn't move, only leaned down to kiss him, softly. Dorian dug his fingers into Jordan's biceps, clinging to him as tightly as he could.

"I love you, Dorian," Jordan whispered on Dorian's lips. "So much."

"Love you. Please, Jordan...make it go away." 

"Open your eyes, Dorian."

Dorian opened his eyes, and only then did Jordan begin to move. His strokes were slow and gentle, and Dorian rocked his hips, meeting every one. He wanted a kiss, wanted to lose himself in Jordan's mouth, on his tongue. As if reading his mind, Jordan's lips opened over his, taking him in another soul-consuming kiss. That was all Dorian needed. His cry died out in their kiss as his body shook beneath Jordan's; every pulse, every ripple, echoing Jordan's promise of love to him. 

"Dorian." Jordan's whisper sent chills through Dorian's body. Dorian reached up and gripped Jordan's head, forcing them to look at each other. "Oh, gods... Dorian!" 

Dorian was breathless, utterly breathless, as he watched the sudden flicker through Jordan's eyes as he came. The intensity of Jordan's gaze sent lightning through Dorian's body and his own eyes grew wide as a deeper orgasm bolted through him.

"Yes... Come for me, Dorian."

Dorian trembled for several seconds, then collapsed, exhausted and his face tear-streaked. Jordan kissed first one cheek and then the other, brushing the tears away. Dorian slid his arms around Jordan's neck, and for the first time, he found happiness in this dark place.

* * *

"Gabriele."

"Dorian? Where have you been?"

Dorian sighed heavily into the phone. "Around. Listen, I'm in town again. I...I need help, Gabriele."

Silence reigned over the phone line for several minutes before Gabriele said a word. 

"It's Viktor again, isn't it? Oh, Dorian. Just let us do away with him, give you some peace for once."

As he stared out the window and onto the city below, Dorian considered letting them do it. Gabriele was right; it would bring peace in his life. But how could he kill his own brother? His own flesh and blood? 

"Dorian. We love you. We want you to be happy. Let us take care of Viktor. You don't have to be involved. Just tell us where he is."

"I think he knows. I think he can feel that I have someone new, someone more important than him in my life now."

"Ah, yes. Angelia told us about your new love. She said he's cute. Jordan...right?"

Dorian nodded, then remembered he was on the phone. "Yes, and he knows everything."

"We will be there soon, Dorian. Lucca is home and positively dying to meet this new amante of yours."

"The door is always open for you, Gabriele." Just as he hung up the phone, Dorian looked up to see Jordan sitting in a chair in front of the desk. "I didn't even hear you come in, love."

Jordan chuckled and stood up. He walked around to Dorian's side of the desk and sat on top of it. "It's an elven trait," he said as he pressed a bare foot against Dorian's crotch. Dorian sucked in a breath when Jordan began massaging him with his toes. "So, who is Gabriele?"

Dorian shook his head quickly to clear the fog. The thin silk of his pants was little protection from the elf's ministrations. "Um..." He cleared his throat, blushing when Jordan gave him a knowing smile. Dorian finally grabbed the elf's foot in an effort to give himself a chance to think straight. "He's an old friend," he said finally. "Gabriele and Lucca have been together almost as long as I've been alive."

"So they're vampires," Jordan said. "Do you trust them?"

"Implicitly. I would trust them not only with my life, but with yours."

Jordan slid off of the desk and onto Dorian's lap. "You know," Jordan said as he started to unbutton Dorian's silk shirt, "as much as I love you in leather, silk suits you very well." He slipped his hand inside, then parted the shirt, letting his fingernails graze over Dorian's nipples. 

Dorian sucked in a sharp breath as his hips left the chair slightly. Every touch from Jordan sent sparks shooting along his spine. "Qualche cosa che desideriate."

"I have no fucking clue what you just said, but it sounded sexy as hell," Jordan mumbled against his neck.

"I said: 'anything you wish.'" Dorian tunneled his fingers through Jordan's hair as Jordan's teeth grazed his throat. 

"Say something else Italian." 

When Jordan bit down, Dorian let out a pleading whimper and pressed Jordan harder against his neck. "Più duro..." He knew Jordan didn't understand him, but the implication was there as he tipped his head to give Jordan better access to his throat, wanting him to bite harder. When Jordan bit down, Dorian shuddered beneath him, whimpering softly as he came without a single touch.

Jordan groaned and rocked on his lap, the movements of his hips grinding their cocks together through their pants. "Oh, fuck...Dorian..."

"Venuto per me, amore," Dorian whispered. That seemed to do it. Jordan caught him in a hard kiss and Dorian felt the elf's cock throb against him as he came.

When Jordan pulled away from the kiss, he slumped against Dorian, panting as he laid his head on Dorian's shoulder. "Holy fuck."

Dorian chuckled and stroked his fingers down Jordan's spine. "Ti amo."

"Now that one I do know. I love you, too," Jordan murmured in his ear. 

The sound of a voice clearing pulled Dorian's attention from the elf in his lap, to the door. He smiled. "Gabriele."

"Dorian, il mio caro amico," Gabriele purred as he swept into the room. He stopped when he saw Jordan. "Oh...Dorian, sweet. You didn't tell me he was so...pretty." A distinct spark flickered in the elder vampire's eyes as a playful but predatory smile curled his lips. 

Dorian felt Jordan shudder and he smiled. "Careful, Gabriele. I think he's taken a liking to Italian," he teased.

Gabriele's grin turned positively devilish. "Or is it because of the sweet things that come out of your mouth?"

Dorian narrowed his gaze on Gabriele. "È dolce, il mio amico."

Gabriele's hungry gaze slid slowly from Dorian's face to the exposed bit of flesh of Jordan's neck. "Is he, now?"

Jordan whimpered softly as he buried his face in Dorian's hair. "You've got to stop," he whispered.

"Stop what, love?"

"Stop with the damn Italian," Jordan grumbled. He rocked his hips just enough for Dorian to feel the swelling cock rubbing against him. "Is he cute?"

Dorian nipped at the tip of Jordan's ear and whispered, "he's beautiful. No one compares to you, love, but Gabriele is an angel made flesh." Jordan moaned softly and rocked in Dorian's lap. "He wants to taste you, but he will do nothing without my permission."

"Oh, fuck," Jordan murmured. "Please..." 

His words held a quiet desperation that made Dorian shiver. Dorian nodded and Gabriele moved closer, brushing a silky swath of hair from Jordan's neck. Dorian licked his suddenly-dry lips as Gabriele's fangs dropped and pieced Jordan's throat. Jordan gasped and ground down hard on Dorian, waking his cock. 

"Oh, gods... Dorian," Jordan breathed. His movements sped up, every slide of his body taking Dorian's breath away. When Gabriele reached up and brushed his fingertip over the hollow of Dorian's throat, Dorian cried out, thrusting hard against Jordan as he came again. Jordan followed quickly after, clinging tightly to Dorian as his body shuddered. 

Gabriele chuckled as he licked the wounds on Jordan's neck. "You were right, Dorian," he whispered as he leaned over Jordan's head to swipe his tongue across Dorian's lips. "He is sweet."

Whatever Dorian was going to say in response died on the tip of his tongue as Gabriele's tongue swept over it. It had been quite a long time since he had felt that kiss and his body remembered every stroke well. He arched up against Jordan, his moans dying out in Gabriele's kiss. Jordan turned his head and licked the side of Dorian's neck. 

"Fair play," Jordan whispered. "And I would love to watch him slide his cock in your ass."

Dorian whimpered and his body began to shake uncontrollably. Gabriele's tongue plundered his mouth, drawing needy sounds from deep within Dorian's throat. Then Gabriele pulled away. Dorian gasped and swallowed, fighting to slow his breathing down once more. He glared at Gabriele, and Gabriele smiled demurely.

"Tease," he growled.

Gabriele licked his lips and Dorian watched that tongue slide across them. "Tell me, Jordan," Gabriele said, ignoring Dorian altogether. "Do you play?" 

When Jordan pulled away and turned to look up at him, Dorian felt his cock twitch in response to the dark hunger that darkened the elder vampire's eyes. 

"Oh, you are pretty."

Jordan blushed and bit his lower lip. "I play," he said. "But only if Dorian's included."

Gabriele's wicked smile sent chills through Dorian's body as their gazes met. "Oh, believe me, pretty one. He will always be included."

"Taking all the kisses and leaving me none?"

Dorian watched in silent amusement as Jordan turned more. As Lucca stepped through the doorway, Jordan's mouth fell open. Dorian chuckled as Jordan looked from Lucca to Gabriele, then to him.

"They're twins!" 

Dorian nodded. "Yes, they are. Identical, to be exact, but they couldn't be more different in personalities. Now that we're all here, introductions are in order." He patted Jordan and Jordan slid off his lap. Dorian stood and Lucca pulled him into a tight hug. 

"Gentlemen, this is Jordan Shields, my lifemate. Jordan, this is Gabriele and Lucca Rossi. They've been dear friends for quite some time."

Lucca stepped closer and grinned. "Very nice, Dorian," he said, his voice deep and sultry. When Lucca turned towards Jordan, Dorian met Jordan's somewhat nervous gaze. "And a pleasure it is, Jordan." 

"Likewise," Jordan said, looking up at Lucca. Dorian smiled as a shiver slid up Jordan's spine. "I thought they were lovers."

"But they are, love. And very guarded ones, at that. Does that bother you?"

"No. It's just...different."

From the knowing look on Gabriele's face, Dorian knew the fairer twin knew exactly what was being said silently. He was grateful when Lucca broke the somewhat awkward silence.

"Now, Dorian. Tell us what's going on." Lucca asked as he sat down in the chair in front of the desk. Gabriele walked around and settled in his lap, leaning back against Lucca's chest as he straddled Lucca's legs. For several seconds, all Dorian could do was stare, letting his gaze follow the smooth contours of Gabriele's thighs as they parted over Lucca's muscular legs. One of Lucca's hands found its place at the crease of Gabriele's hip. Dorian's cock sprang to life immediately.

"Dorian, you're staring," Jordan whispered in his ear with a chuckle.

Dorian cleared his throat, then jumped slightly as Jordan's hand found his cock and began stroking the length of it. "You're not helping," he mumbled.

In answer, Jordan flicked his tongue over Dorian's neck. "Never said I would help. I want to see them both fuck you, one in your ass and the other in your mouth."

A shiver bolted through Dorian's body like quicksilver. When he looked up, he saw two sets of hungry blue eyes watching him and Jordan. He had been with them both several times, but the thought of doing it with Jordan had him fully hard within seconds. But, first things first. He gripped Jordan's hand to still the strokes.

"Soon," he whispered. Then he looked back at the twins. "Viktor is in town. I don't know where he is yet, but it feels close."

"Let us deal with him." 

Dorian opened his mouth to argue, but the tone of Lucca's voice made it clear he didn't stand a chance. He snapped his mouth shut and nodded slowly. "All right. He's yours."

"Very good," Gabriele purred softly, although whether it was in response to Dorian, or the fact that Lucca's thumb was stroking his balls through his silk pants, was anyone's guess. Lucca nipped his twin's neck and Gabriele shuddered. Dorian shuddered in response. "Oh, love," Gabriele whispered as he reached back, threading his fingers through Lucca's hair.

Jordan's moan tickled Dorian's throat and Dorian brushed the hair from Jordan's neck. He stroked his tongue over the soft skin, then sank his fangs into the elf's throat. Jordan gasped and shuddered, clinging to him as he ground hard on Dorian's lap. When Dorian rolled his eyes up to watch the twins, he found Gabriele writhing on Lucca's lap, Lucca's hand stroking the hard length of his cock through a layer of silk while his fangs were imbedded in Gabriele's neck. All three sets of eyes locked onto each other, and Dorian felt the need and desire radiate from the twins.

"Upstairs," Lucca growled against Gabriele's throat. "Now."



When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 09



As the twins and Dorian collapsed onto the bed, Jordan pulled up the overstuffed armchair. He settled down into it, draping a leg over one arm and made no qualms about rubbing his hand over his cock. It was hard to remember Gabriele and Lucca were brothers when they had Dorian sandwiched between them. 

Dorian was stretched out on top of Gabriele, caught in a heated kiss as Gabriele spread the cheeks of his ass apart. Lucca knelt behind him and Dorian cried out in Gabriele's mouth as Lucca's tongue plunged inside him. Gabriele pulled Dorian's legs up, spreading them more for Lucca.

Lifting his hips, Jordan shoved his pants down to his ankles and sank back in the chair. He gripped his cock and stroked it slowly, biting his lip as Lucca continued to tongue-fuck Dorian until Dorian was writhing. When Lucca pulled away, they rolled Dorian over onto his back. Gabriele moved to kneel at Dorian's head while Lucca spread Dorian's legs.

"Please," Dorian whispered. His hungry, needy gaze slid to Jordan and Jordan shivered. 

Lucca took the bottle of lube from Gabriele and slicked his cock. Gabriele held Dorian's ankles, pulling his legs up and apart, spreading him open. A small sound escaped Jordan as Lucca rubbed the head of his cock over Dorian's hole. Dorian gasped and rocked his hips, straining against Gabriele's hold. Then Lucca leaned forward, sinking his cock balls-deep in Dorian's ass as he shoved his tongue down Gabriele's throat. 

Jordan's jerks on his cock sped up as his heart leapt into his throat. "Oh, fuck..." His breath left him altogether as Gabriele pulled away from Lucca's lips and thrust his cock into Dorian's waiting mouth. 

Dorian's body arched, caught between Gabriele's cock in his mouth and Lucca's in his ass. He gripped Gabriele's hips, guiding him with every stroke. The tip of Dorian's cock glistened with pre-come, presenting an irresistible temptation. Jordan kicked his pants off and got up. He crawled across the bed, but instead of sucking Dorian down his throat like he had planned, he slicked Dorian's cock and straddled him. Dorian squealed around Gabriele's cock and bucked his hips, driving his cock deep inside Jordan. 

Jordan dug his fingers into Dorian's chest, riding the cock inside him harder than he ever had before. When Gabriele leaned forward, Jordan opened for him immediately, moaning as that hot tongue darted across his own. Gabriele's mouth tasted sweet and rich, and something told him Lucca's kiss would be deeper in taste, like a smooth musk. He felt lips brush the back of his shoulder and he shuddered as Lucca's tongue traced a line from his shoulder to his neck. Beneath them, Dorian bucked and writhed, his cries of desperation muffled by Gabriele's cock in his mouth. 

"Come for me, Dorian," Jordan said breathlessly as he pulled away from Gabriele's lips. "Shove your cock up my ass and come hard." 

That seemed to be all Dorian needed to trip over the edge. His fingernails raked over Gabriele's pale hips as his body shook, his cock pulsing deep inside Jordan as he came. It was enough to send Lucca over and when he thrust hard into Dorian, his fangs sank into Jordan's neck, starting a chain reaction through Jordan's body. Jordan cried out and shuddered, his cock pumping his seed over Dorian's chest. The last one left was Gabriele and one of Dorian's hands slipped down to slide two fingers into his mouth, then they disappeared under Gabriele. Seconds later Gabriele buried his cock in Dorian's throat as he came, the trembling of his body nearly enough to make Jordan come all over again.

When they all stopped shaking, they released Dorian. Jordan collapsed onto Dorian's chest, breathless and laughing. Dorian's arms circled him, holding him close.

"Holy fucking shit."

Dorian nodded, purring softly in Jordan's ear. "I haven't come that hard in quite some time."

Jordan chuckled and lifted his head enough for a kiss. He moaned softly when he tasted Gabriele on Dorian's tongue. He felt the bed shift as the twins settled down, and a few minutes later, he heard the unmistakable soft sounds of kissing. He turned his head, ending his kiss with Dorian, to see Lucca hovering over Gabriele, their lips locked in a deep, loving kiss. 

"Whoa," he said. "Now that...is fucking hot."

Gabriele laughed and Lucca dipped his head to nip playfully at his brother's throat. "There's always more where that came from," Gabriele said. He purred softly as Lucca licked his shoulder. "Always."

* * *

"Have you tasted his blood?"

Jordan looked up from the book open on the bed in front of him, only to meet a stern, pale blue gaze. "No. Why?"

Lucca nodded. "Because if you had, any vampire could smell him on you, including Viktor. Dorian's worried for your safety. What do you know about Viktor?"

Jordan marked his place and closed his book. "Everything, I think. I know what, or rather who, he's after. How can a man hold such a strong hold on his brother?"

Lucca let out a heavy sigh and sat down in the armchair beside the bed. "That is hard to explain. Dorian told us you have a sister, but brothers are different. There's always a strong need to protect when it's a sister, but with a brother, especially a younger one, sometimes that protectiveness can turn to possessiveness. Curiosity started the affair between Viktor and Dorian, but the need for control keeps that spark alive for Viktor."

"I remember you and Gabriele telling Dorian to let you handle things," Jordan said. "How?"

Lucca's expression was unreadable and his tone even. "We will kill him."

Jordan's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "Kill him? But he's Dorian's brother!"

"He will be the death of Dorian if he continues to live, Jordan," Lucca said sternly. "We love Dorian; we would spare nothing to keep him safe."

"Why Dorian? Why are you two so protective of him?"

Lucca smiled. "Because we share the same sire. Lorik created us before he created Dorian."

"Created?" Jordan asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Turned, sired, whatever you want to call it," Lucca said with a shrug. "No matter the term, there's a strong bond there between the three of us. And now you are a part of that."

"I'm not sure what to say, to be honest," Jordan said quietly. "I really like you both, a lot. And knowing that you care so much for Dorian only deepens that, I think."

With a nod and a smile, Lucca stood. "I believe Angelia is looking for you. She's been ranting about Dorian trying to restrict you to a sex-only diet."

Jordan laughed as he slid off of the bed. "Not that I would mind, but I'd never hear the end of it from Angelia, I think."

"Believe me," Lucca said with a roll of his eyes. "You wouldn't. Come on." He draped a long arm around Jordan's shoulders and steered him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Dorian and Gabriele emerged from the parlor, both looking rather refreshed.

"You two look like you've swallowed a canary or two." Lucca's remark was met with laughter and Jordan looked up at him. Lucca just shook his head. "They're hopeless."

Dorian started up the steps, hand extended and a very hungry look in his eyes. Before Jordan could reach out and pull him close, Angelia scorned them both from the kitchen doorway.

"Dorian Baptiste!" She waved a wooden spoon in the air. "Let go of that boy this instant. I want him down here and eating."

Gabriele broke out in a fit of laughter, for which he was rewarded with a stifling kiss from Lucca. With Gabriele effectively silenced and pinned to the wall, Angelia continued.

"He must have nutrition," she said as she started up the stairs towards Dorian and Jordan. Jordan bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "Come now, Jordan. Let's find you something to eat besides a vampire."

"Hey!" Dorian retorted as he followed them down the stairs. Jordan looked back at him and grinned. "I'll have you know I do feed him."

"Oh, yes," Angelia said with a motherly chuckle. "Feed him what? Sweets? My homemade chocolate glaze? Do you have any idea how long it took to get chocolate out of those silk sheets?"

The laugh slipped free and Jordan doubled over. He stopped and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. When he looked up, Dorian's expression just made it worse. 

"Whenever you two are done," Angelia said with a smile. "Jordan, I have some fresh fruit, some steamed vegetables..." She stopped rummaging through the enormous refrigerator and glanced at Jordan. "You eat meat?"

Purposely ignoring Dorian's chuckle as the vampire's arms slid around his waist, Jordan nodded. "I do, but not a lot."

Angelia turned her attention back to the refrigerator. A few minutes later, she pulled out a sizeable steak wrapped in plastic. "I'll whip up a quick dinner for you, then I need to be on my way."

Before Jordan could respond, Angelia had the stove on and the steak frying. Jordan just shook his head, then shivered as Dorian nipped the tip of his ear. He leaned back against Dorian and did his best to stifle a moan.

"Where are Gabriele and Lucca?" he asked, suddenly noticing how quiet it had gotten.

"Probably fucking," Dorian mumbled around the ear in his mouth. 

"I want to watch them some time," Jordan said. He pulled away and turned around in Dorian's arms. "You think they'd let me?"

Dorian chuckled. "Let you? Love, you'd be lucky if they didn't drag you into it." 

"How do you like your steak, Jordan?" Angelia asked.

"Rare." Jordan looked up and Dorian's gaze narrowed. "You look hungry, Dorian."

Dorian growled as Angelia set Jordan's plate on the table a few minutes later. Jordan shivered and barely managed to extricate himself from the vampire's arms. As Dorian sat down, Jordan moved to the other side and straddled the stool. 

"I'm leaving now," Angelia said as she kissed Jordan's cheek. She walked around and Jordan chuckled as she gripped Dorian's chin, turning his head to face her. "Let him eat before you feast on him." She kissed Dorian and left before he could say a word.

"Is she gone?" Gabriele stuck his head in the door and looked from Jordan to Dorian. Jordan nodded. "Eccellente!" He walked in, pulling his twin behind him. Lucca's smile was dark and nothing short of predatory.

Dorian looked at Jordan and shook his head. "Are you finished?" When Jordan nodded, Dorian got up and took his plate to the sink.

The second the table was cleared, the twins were on it. Jordan gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling backwards as Gabriele landed flat on his back right in front of him. As Dorian's arms snaked around his waist, Jordan's attention was torn between the vampire's kisses drifting over his neck, and the sight of the twins locked in a fiercely passionate kiss. The twins' fingers were entwined, both of Gabriele's arms above his head, pinned tightly to the varnished wooden tabletop.

"Per favore, il mio amore," Gabriele purred as Lucca's tongue teased at the hollow of his throat. "Ho bisogno del vistro tocco."

"Dear God, you three are going to be the death of me," Jordan whispered. Dorian's chuckle tickled his neck and he shivered. 

Lucca's kisses trailed down his twin's chest, then he ripped Gabriele's shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. With a deep growl, he latched onto his brother's right nipple, worrying it with his teeth, nicking the flesh with his fangs. Gabriele gasped and his eyes widened as he gripped Lucca's head, tangling his fingers in the fall of golden hair. 

"Lucca, love, please," he pleaded breathlessly. "I need your touch."

"And how shall I love you, il mio caro?" Lucca murmured as he kissed his way down Gabriele's bare stomach. "With my lips? Or my cock? Maybe my tongue?" He unfastened Gabriele's pants and Gabriele lifted his hips. The pants fell to the floor and Lucca slid his hands along his twin's inner thighs, parting them slowly. "Or perhaps, with my hands?"

Gabriele groaned and spread his legs wider, his cock hard and leaving a slick trail over his stomach. "Hands," he whispered. "Need you inside me."

Jordan opened his mouth to ask Dorian if Gabriele was talking about what he thought he was talking about, but then Lucca's gaze slid up to them both. Nothing was said, but something must have told Dorian exactly what Lucca wanted. Dorian pulled away and stepped into the walk-in pantry. A litany of Italian curses filtered out, but a sharp cry silenced them. Just as Dorian came back out, carrying a small can, Gabriele's body bowed on the table. His cock was enveloped in his brother's throat, and when Lucca pulled off, Gabriele's cock dropped limply to his stomach. Traces of blood and semen remained on the soft flesh, but Lucca's tongue made quick work of cleaning it. 

Dorian set the unlabeled can on the stool beside Lucca, then slid an arm around Jordan's waist, pulling him to the end. From their vantage point, they had a direct view of Gabriele's ass, two of Lucca's fingers deep inside. 

"Just watch," Dorian whispered. "It's exquisite."

As Dorian nuzzled his throat, Jordan watched Lucca pull his fingers out of Gabriele. Gabriele remained motionless, crystal blue eyes watching his twin closely, longingly. Lucca removed the lid from the can and began coating his right hand, wrist, and half of his forearm in what looked like white grease. Only then did Jordan realize exactly what was going to happen. He had heard about it, but had never seen it done. Until now.

Dorian shifted Jordan, moving them both to Lucca's other side for a clearer view. Lucca stroked his twin's stomach softly as he rubbed the rim of Gabriele's hole. Gabriele's body visibly relaxed, the tense look fading from his face. He nodded and Lucca eased three fingers inside him. Jordan bit his lower lip and breathing became just a bit more difficult. Dorian's fingers fanned out over his stomach, much like Lucca's lay on Gabriele's. The fourth finger pushed in.

"Aliti lenti e costanti, amore." 

Whatever Lucca said, it seemed to help. Gabriele's chest rose and fell slowly, each breath seeming to relax him further. 

"Watch his hand," Dorian whispered.

Jordan pulled his gaze from Gabriele's face to watch Lucca. As Gabriele exhaled slowly, Lucca tucked his thumb in and his entire hand disappeared inside his brother's body. Gabriele groaned softly and a whimper escaped him. Lucca kept his other hand on his stomach, stroking him gently. He kept the hand inside Gabriele perfectly still.

"Start slow," Gabriele said. 

Lucca began moving his arm slightly, pulling out a little and then pushing back in. Gabriele rocked his hips, meeting each push. Jordan pressed back against Dorian, a moan escaping when he felt the unbelievably hard cock pressing against his ass. Dorian slid one hand up to cup the front of Jordan's neck, while the other pushed Jordan's pants to the floor. A moment later, Dorian's pants fell and the wet tip of his cock slipped between Jordan's legs. 

On the table, Gabriele was beginning to writhe, grinding and rotating his hips in a slow rhythm, fucking himself on Lucca's hand. Lucca's other hand had disappeared from his twin's stomach and was wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking furiously. Gabriele rolled his head to the side and pinned a dark blue, hungry gaze on Jordan. Stepping out of their pants, Dorian walked Jordan over to the table. A hand slid up his spine, bending him over. Gabriele reached out and pulled him the rest of the way down and into a deep kiss. 

As Gabriele's tongue played with his, Jordan felt something slick probing his hole. Then two of Dorian's fingers slid in, the way eased greatly by the same grease Lucca was using. When a third finger joined the first two, Jordan cried out into Gabriele's mouth, rocking his body back for more. Dorian bent over and nipped his shoulder, then replaced his fingers with his cock. With one swift thrust, he drove it deep inside Jordan's body, dragging a whimper from Jordan's throat. Gabriele's sudden, sharp cry answered it and Jordan pulled away to see Lucca twisting his arm. 

Gabriele cried out again, the fingers of his left hand wrapping tightly to Jordan's hands. "Non si arresti! Per favore, non si arresti." 

Jordan gasped as Dorian pulled out and drove his cock back in with force. He pulled his right hand from Gabriele's grasp and gripped his head, shoving his tongue into Gabriele's mouth. Gabriele screamed and bucked, crying into their kiss as Jordan felt the heat of the vampire's release hit his shoulder and arm. Lucca's feral growl followed as he came. 

Jordan pulled abruptly from his kiss with Gabriele and reached down to stroke his own cock. "Please, Dorian..."

"Venuto per me, amore," Dorian purred. 

With a throaty groan, Jordan came, pumping his fist on his cock as Dorian filled his body with his heated release. Jordan collapsed then, resting his head on Gabriele's chest. Gabriele stroked his hair softly and Jordan felt him shudder as Lucca pulled his hand out. 

"That..." Jordan just shook his head, unable to find the words to describe how he felt. Gabriele's purr when Lucca leaned over to kiss him, however, said it all.

* * *

The sound of shattering glass snapped Jordan awake. He threw off the covers and bolted for the bedroom door. Just as his hand touched the handle, he heard shouting. Dorian was still deep in sleep and Jordan wondered how long that would last with all the commotion downstairs.

"Jordan?"

Pressing his ear to the door, Jordan sighed with relief when he heard Gabriele's voice. He opened the door and Gabriele rushed in.

"Gabriele, what's going on?" 

"Viktor is... Where is Dorian?"

"He's still..." Jordan's blood ran cold as he looked over at their empty bed. "He was right there."

"Listen to me, Jordan," Gabriele said, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Viktor is in the house. Only he and Dorian know all the secrets of this place." He fell silent, looking over Jordan's shoulder. "What is that?"

Jordan turned and followed Gabriele's gaze to a thin crack in the wall beside the bed. The drapes on the bed fluttered slightly in a draft. Jordan looked back to Gabriele. "The catacombs."

"Lucca!" Gabriele roared, never taking his eyes off of the crack in the wall.

A minute later, Lucca ran into the room. Gabriele nodded to the wall and his twin went over to look at it. Lodging his fingers in the crack, Lucca growled and pulled. With the grating sound of stone on stone, the wall slid open, revealing a dark passage. The twins looked back at Jordan.

"What about the catacombs?" Gabriele asked him.

"Dorian led me down there through the old family chapel. He showed me the room where they used to have sex."

A dark, almost demonic look descended on Lucca's face. A murderous growl rumbled from somewhere deep inside him. "Can you remember the way?" Jordan nodded slowly. "Then take us there."

Gabriele disappeared and returned a minute later with a flashlight. Handing it to Jordan, he said, "let's go."

Jordan took a deep breath and stepped through the opening. "I hope I don't get us lost," he mumbled. "We didn't go this way before." The firm hand on his right shoulder was definitely comforting.

"We're right behind you," Lucca said near his ear. Jordan nodded.

* * * 

Dorian groaned and rolled over, stretching out. The moment his fingers touched stone, his eyes flew open. He quickly became aware of stone all around him, cold on his naked flesh. Everything was still a sleep-induced blur. His body told him it wasn't quite dark outside yet, which explained the fog still clinging to his brain. But why was he in the catacombs?

"Hello, dear brother."

Every inch of Dorian's flesh crawled as his body froze. It was a voice he was not prepared to hear, had never been prepared to hear again. He didn't have to look over to see that dominating stare; he could feel it in the pit of his soul.




When Darkness Falls Pt. 2 Ch. 09



"Viktor, what are you doing?" 

He did look then. He remembered the soul-stealing kisses, the crushing weight of Viktor's body taking everything. The raven-haired vampire jumped off of the ancient sarcophagus he had been sitting on and approached Dorian slowly. Viktor had not changed; he was still the dark, domineering bastard he always had been.

"I'm disappointed in you, Dorian." Viktor reached out and Dorian cowered away from him, sliding into the recess until his back was flat against the cold stone. His brother's stare was colder still. 

"I told you before," Viktor continued, lowering his hand. "You belong to me, my flesh and blood. I will not tolerate someone else touching you."

Dorian glared at him. He couldn't fight Viktor. The man was physically stronger, his body still that of the soldier he had once been. While he was not weak, Dorian was never a fighter. His silence was taken as obedience, and before Dorian realized what was happening, Viktor was nude and tugged him out of the recess and onto the floor. He shoved Dorian face down and braced his legs apart, a knee coming to rest tightly against Dorian's body. 

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Viktor growled low in his ear. Dorian struggled, but it only seemed to spur Viktor on. The knee pressed harder and Dorian cried out in pain. "How I've missed hearing you scream."

"Don't do this, Viktor," Dorian begged. "I forgive you for the past."

A dark laugh from above accompanied the hard jerk on Dorian's arms. His forehead hit the floor and the impact left him dazed, unable to do so much as struggle when he felt rope tighten around his wrists. Then a hand wrapped to his hair, jerking his head back at a painful angle. Blood dripped onto the dirt-dusted, stone floor.

"Don't you fucking get it? I don't want your goddamned forgiveness." Viktor pulled Dorian to his feet, then shoved him face-first over the sarcophagus. "I want your damned soul."

Dorian's face was wet with his tears, his cries anguished and broken. Viktor kicked his feet apart, and every attempt Dorian made to get away was met by a hard slap to his side. Then Viktor froze behind him.

"Get the fuck away from him," a blessedly familiar voice growled.

Within seconds, Viktor was torn away and Dorian crumpled, curling into a pair of strong arms. He knew those arms, that scent. Jordan picked him up gently and Dorian's body was soon devoured by uncontrollable tremors. When he tried to turn his head, Jordan wouldn't let him.

"I can't let you watch, Dorian."

"I need to watch." Dorian turned his head and saw his brother held at knifepoint, his back to Gabriele. Gabriele's fair features held a darker look as he kept the knife lodged beneath Viktor's chin.

Across the room, Lucca's body gave way to a wolf's, the black fur bristling in pure hate. The wolf's lips curled up in a snarl, revealing teeth as sharp as razors. What little color Viktor's face might have had, was quickly lost. The strike was swift. Dorian shuddered hard in Jordan's arms as Lucca's teeth sank into Viktor's throat. With a deep growl, Lucca ripped away and Viktor's desiccated body shook in Gabriele's arms before sliding to the floor. Gabriele was covered in blood and more continued to seep across the floor. Jordan stepped back to avoid the puddle as Lucca shifted back into human form.

Gabriele stepped over Viktor's body just as it began to decay. He pulled off his shirt and draped it over Dorian. "Get him out of here."

Jordan nodded and led the way out of the catacombs. Once back in their bedroom, he placed Dorian gently on the bed, smoothing his hand over Dorian's hair. Dorian curled up around him, needing the contact, the safety. He barely heard Jordan say something to the twins, then the blanket was pulled over them. When the bedroom door closed, Jordan pulled him tighter.

"I'm so sorry," Jordan whispered.

Dorian shook his head. "No, love. Please don't be. If anything, I am grateful. Had it not be for you, the twins would never have found me. They didn't know about the catacombs."

"What can I do to help you?"

"You're doing it," Dorian murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his face against Jordan's neck. "Just being here."

"Then sleep. It's only about three in the afternoon."

"How did Viktor get in?"

Jordan was silent for several minutes, then sighed. "The twins think he might have been here the night before. There's no other way he could've gotten in without nightfall." Dorian nodded. "They also think he had help--Carl."

"That doesn't surprise me." Dorian pulled away to look up at Jordan. "Guess my bad-boy vampire cover's been blown, huh?" Jordan's soft laugh warmed him more than anything else ever could.

"Oh, yeah." Jordan slipped a hand under his chin and kissed him softly. "But if anything, it makes you more human."

Dorian smiled and kissed Jordan again before burrowing against him. The last thing he remembered was Jordan's soft kiss to his hair before sleep took over.