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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      I_did_not_use_their_real_names_...
  Additional Tags:
      Magic_AU, Alternate_Universe_-_Vampire, Sexual_Violence, Aftermath_of
      Violence
  Series:
      Part 1 of Resurrection
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-01 Chapters: 19/19 Words: 125677
****** Resurrection ******
by storytellerof221b
Summary
     Just imagine this is about Sherlock and John, even though you won't
     find their real names in here, except for John's. I chose more
     fitting names for the characters because I liked it better. So here
     we go, vampires, witchcraft, fights with brother. Oh, and loads of
     porn, gay porn.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Moving In *****
Chapter Summary
     Just imagine this is about Sherlock and John, even though you won't
     find their real names in here, except for John's. I chose more
     fitting names for the characters because I liked it better. So here
     we go, vampires, witchcraft, fights with brother. Oh, and loads of
     porn, gay porn and occasionally not so gay porn.
Dr John Watson had joined the army very early in his life. He wanted both to
help and to fight, that’s why he became an army doctor. He was sent with
fighting units and help and rescue missions. He also had to learn very fast how
to use a weapon while attending to the soldiers on the battlefield. But one day
he got shot and had been sent back to England for recovery. He did so very
quickly because he became too bored too soon. His life was just dull. That’s
why he asked to be sent with a Special Operations Unit to Romania. He didn't
loose his abilities of being an excellent marksman when he was shot at. And he
was taken, but only because of his medical background. He did not recognise
this at first, but when he examined the first victims, he began to understand.
Mass graves with mutilated, cut, tortured and sucked dry corpses had been found
lately and the British government sent his unit. As a doctor, he saw more than
others did. The victims were sucked dry and women were raped. Men were raped,
too. Most throats were ripped out. Vampire rages, obviously. However, that the
British government did not tell. Moreover, he was silenced, too.
Camp was set in front of an old castle between the forest and the moat. The
drawbridge never came down, even though the castle looked like being taken care
of. Sometimes they saw village people disappear near the castle’s walls, but
they never remembered where and forgot about it the next minute. That’s why
they kept observing the area 24/7 for weeks on end, until one day finally the
commander decided to move forward. While his comrades were on patrol and
checking the premises, John was staring into nothing. He was holding the
binoculars to his eyes, but saw only emptiness. His thoughts were dark and
brooding. Seeing nothing, having nothing, no one, he felt completely numb.
Nothing happened to him. That's his bloody boring life. Bloody, he chuckled
under his breath.
Sundown. Now he was breathing steadily again, knowing they were going in having
some action. Something would be happening. Wolves were howling and they were
moving towards the castle in a very slow and careful approach. And suddenly the
drawbridge came down; right after the C4 had been attached to the wall beside
it. As if someone didn’t want it to be blown up.
When standing inside the walls, he was looking up and saw shadows moving. He
was feeling real creepy. Sweat tickled his skin, teased his spine and
excitement washed through him. Restlessly he gnawed at his lips. He started
breathing open-mouthed and turned around slowly. He was sensing something - or
someone - and felt being watched. He checked on his team, they were moving as
planned and everything was quiet, besides the murmured answers into his
headset. Was it only him?
He sent them all over the bailey and the upper stairs over the parapet
surrounding it. However, he was entering through the main entrance himself. It
felt like pushing through a thick atmospheric layer. Inside the hall a large
dinner table had been set up for one. John stopped dead, but nothing, no one
was there. Slowly he rounded the table, his boots making noises on the hardwood
floor. He scanned the offerings. He licked over his lips and hesitated. The
fruits looked very fresh. Hot coffee and dark red wine were neatly arranged
within beautiful cutlery and bone china. Chewing his lips, he listened and
watched again. Getting food from that table would be sort of mean thinking of
his unit, he thought. But he couldn’t help; just a little piece of something
wouldn’t hurt, would it? His conscience was only gnawing a little bit at him.
Perhaps he could bring something back outside. He took off his helmet and let
the backpack slide over his shoulder. He placed both on the floor beside the
armchair. He left his handgun in the holster by his hip. Finally he settled
into the big wooden chair, placing the rifle carefully beside him on the table.
He didn't want to break anything.
Biting into a huge chunk of watermelon, he heard a voice: "Bit too
uncomfortable, isn’t it?" A finger was poking firmly at his body armour. John
spat the watery fruit all over the table and his chest and chin coughing badly.
Getting up and grabbing the rifle was all but one move. But there was no one to
be seen. Slowly relaxing, the voice hit him again: "Sit down, will you?" He
again felt something lightly pushing at his armour. That voice was very much
hypnotising him and he did as being told. Never mind, no one really was even
here, wasn't one? He giggled almost.
"Breathe, my brave soldier, breathe!" The voice sang into his ear. John exhaled
slowly with his eyes closed and poured some more wine after that. He listened
to an impressed chuckle behind him. John smiled and played the game. He had
nothing to loose. This felt good. He finally felt something. Dull and boring
had stopped. He somehow knew he was being manipulated and knew he should fight
back more. The mental pulling had been lessening since he took a seat, as it
wasn't considered to be that strong any more.
Air brushed over his neck and he heard someone moving closer. John tensed but
kept drinking his wine. Dark wavy hair whooshed by when someone bent over his
shoulder, staring at the rifle, his headset and finally at his side with the
gun, too. Only John’s eyes were moving and met pale skin and dark green-grey
eyes. John let go of the glass, but it was caught.
Tutting, he set it down and slowly wiped a thumb over John’s lips. An ice-cold
fingertip touched warm skin, slowly moving. He then crooked a finger and was
moving back towards the stairs. John was hearing voices singing while slowly
peeling off the vest’s tapes dropping it into the chair. He got rid of his
headset but took the rifle with him. He started following the guy while chewing
on his lower lip and checking him out. Slim, tall, almost skinny. Nicely
shaped, though. He had beautiful hands, musicians. Well dressed, knee-high
black boots, oddly old-fashioned. His hair was a bit too long for today’s style
protocol. Graceful moves, like a cat. A big cat. Big cat on prowl. Hunting. The
word beautiful somehow got stuck in his head.
John approached the statue-like figure, looking up at him. They stood facing
each other in front of the stairs. The other one shared his views between John
and the rifle. John was holding his breath.
"Breathe, human, breathe." Exhaling slowly, John felt his heart jump. The eyes
moved to his chest. Could he hear his heart beating unsteadily? What else could
he sense?
He had closed his eyes when the man started circling him. Feeling him very
close behind, he did not move, but followed the gentle push only made by his
fingertips at his lower back upstairs. He just let it happen because he enjoyed
this just a bit too much. Being led through the darkened corridors by a steady
hand now placed at his lower back, lit only by some candles, he saw almost
nothing in the dim light. He felt but the carpet beneath and him behind and
held on to his rifle like it was some sort of security blanket.
And suddenly he was in front of him, opening a door and making an inviting
gesture forward. John only thought about it for a second and then entered the
room. His eyes widened. He saw a four-poster bed with curtains and top made of
dark fabric. A fire burnt and a pack of wolves lay in front of the fireside. He
blinked and shook his head. Wolves? By pure instinct his hands grabbed his
rifle and released the safety. And he heard the voice:
"No, they won't do you any harm. Please."
"Please?" He thought whirling around and almost touched his shirt with his
nose. He was definitely too close. Was he really? It just felt so nice. John
stood there and stared at his chest. And he smelled his shirt made of white
linen tied in the front, where he could see some skin through the laces. It
smelled like simple soap and him. John closed his eyes and concentrated on the
smell. He found it to be divine. His head moved from side to side over his
chest. This was just so good. His heartbeat quickened and his breath became
audible, when he leered at the laces.
"Come down. Everything is fine." A soothing voice spoke into his ear. John
closed his eyes again. "No, look at me. Be with me." John’s eyes snapped open.
“Be with you? What he hell are you implying?” John woke up.
He didn’t answer; only his big wondrous eyes kept staring. John bit his lip
again. The face above him came down and looked closer. John could not help it
but licked over his lower lip. A brow arched up and a finger touched again.
John shivered under the light pressure. His hand came up and very carefully
grabbed the wrist. They stared into each other’s eyes. Then on the wrist being
held. Nothing happened. John let go. Slowly one finger after another he
loosened the grip.
Then he brought his hands up, touching John’s hair. He pulled carefully at it
and then bent down sniffing it. John was moving away, thinking about the days
on end he hadn't had a proper shower.
His thoughts became blurry now. He felt like he was loosing floor contact. He
practically leant into him listening to the soothing hum. He felt being moved
and almost stumbled over his feet. When he came to, he stood in another room
with a big, old-fashioned wooden bathtub filled with hot, steaming water. He
gestured towards it. That was just too much; he was entering dangerous grounds
now. He took a step back and his voice sounded rough.
"In no way I am going to get undressed with you in here watching!" A slightly
bent head was the only reaction.
"Why not?" He approached him. "Do you need minions to assist you? I can call
some, if you wish."
"No, I just ... Bloody hell, just no! Fuck! Do you hear what I am saying?"
"Yes, I can hear you very well, since I am not deaf. But I don't understand. I
am offering a hot bath, saw it in your head, fantasising about it, that it
would make it better for you. And here I am offering it to you and you deny
it." He shook his head rolling his eyes.
John breathed in and out very slowly and looked up at him.
"I do very much appreciate your offering. But if you could just leave the room
while I get into the bathtub?" A brow arched.
"But why? You are behaving different now compared to the camp." This came out
almost child-like whiningly.
"Because it's not decent! I don’t know you."
"Decent is boring! But I will be back!" And he turned and left. Suddenly John
came to. What the hell was he doing here? He was about to take a bath in a
stranger’s bathtub. And still holding his rifle pressed to his side.
"Fuck! And how does he even know about me in the camp?" John swore and placed
his rifle together with the gun in its holster carefully on the floor. Slowly
he undressed. He knew that as soon as he was settled in the tub, he would be
back. But he felt no strangeness while thinking of that. Anyways, something was
happening to him. And he climbed into the bathtub and sank down with his nose
almost touching the hot water, deciding to enjoy it while it was going to last.
With a whoosh he was back holding a plastic bottle into his face.
"Look what I found in your camp!" John was staring at a shower-gel tube.
"In my camp?" He was looking a bit wired now and didn’t question the fact of
him being that quick.
"Obvious. Where else?"
"Of course. Where else?" He then watched the man trying to open the lid,
failing completely. Suddenly a noise escaped him and he stuck the tube into his
mouth, trying to open it with his teeth. Suddenly very long teeth. But by then,
John was already trying to pull the tube back out of his mouth. Both movements
happened at the same time and sharp, razor-like teeth scratched on John’s
fingers and upper hand. Blood swelled and poured. The tube was open but fell
into the water.
"Damn! What..." By instinct John tried to suck at it and make the bleeding and
pain stop. But someone was faster. He grabbed his hand and stuck his fingers
half up inside his mouth, sucking at the scratches and lapping the blood off,
his eyes closed in a face concentrated and tense. John tried to pull back but
with no success. He used more force, tensing his muscles and standing almost up
against him. And then he let go and John fell back into the water. He just
stood beside the tub with his eyes still closed. His Adam’s apple kept moving
and his whole body was trembling a little.
While splashing and coming up again, John produced bubbles. And he was
distracted at once by the sound and view of it.
Suddenly he was kneeling in front of the tub, sticking both arms into it
splashing. No mimic showed, but he got all wet in his face, head, hair and
upper body. His shirt clung to his chest and modelled something marvellous.
John could do nothing but stare. He forgot about the blood in an instance. His
hand hadn’t a single scratch on it.
He then sniffed his fingers, shook his hair and sniffed John’s hair then. He
was pleased with the result. And his face showed it now, because he half
smiled. And while getting up he pulled John up and out of the water, too.
"Hey, what ... I have nothing on!"
"So I can see. And I don't mind. Do you?"
"Yes, damn it. I do!" Being pulled up like a puppet was more the reason but his
nakedness, but he won't tell.
"You don't have to. I know anyway!" John shivered in the suddenly cold room.
There were no towels or even a bathrobe. But he was pulled to the fire and
given a furry-collared blanket. Bears fur. John snuggled himself into the
warmth and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
"This is fine for you now? You like it?" John did not want to disappoint him
and just nodded. And he wasn’t even lying. He did like it.
“Did I hurt you?” John knew what he was referring to and he just shook his
head. It seamed unreal now anyway, since there were no scratches left, the
bleeding had stopped the moment he licked over it. The only thing that happened
was him getting some sort of excited.
Then there was silence in front of the fire. Suddenly John thought of the
wolves. They were approaching him slowly, sniffing him and then lay down around
him. And he smiled widely.
"They like you. They approve of you." He gestured towards them. And John petted
and played with the wolves in front of the fire covered only by the blanket
loose around him. Caveman, he suddenly thought and smiled.
"And so do I. You look happy now."
John turned around only to find him standing very close beside him. He stared
right at his boots and knees. Slowly his eyes wandered up. He saw the damp
shirt clinging to his body and droplets fell off his hair onto his face. He
stopped breathing again. This was taking him over the edge and he soon would be
having a nervous breakdown, if this was going to continue. He did not want to
think about the allurement and about how tight the knot in his belly felt.
Slowly he put down his hands on Johns shoulders to shove off the blanket. John
was being pulled up again and was standing completely naked in front of a
vampire. But he didn’t object any more. He accepted that the rumours were true.
Vampires existed.
And if he were to be seduced and hopefully well shagged, he wanted to be part
of the game. He hadn’t been harmed yet, so what. He slowly got up and let his
hands wander up his shirt undoing the laces.
"Weren't you talking of being not decent only a few minutes ago?"
"Who cares about decent?” And he grabbed the hem shoving it over his shoulders
and head looking at an almost marble-white coloured chest. Where his fingers
touched, it was cold. Where he was being touched now, it felt very warm. Being
touched?
He was now stroking John’s skin, stroking all over his body with palms and
knuckles. In front of the fire John was shivering nevertheless. He held on to
his hips and felt the ribs. He was pressed against the cold marble and moaned,
his hands fists on his back now. He stood undignified on his toes, reaching up
with his tilted head longing for more.
John pulled him down by some strands of his longish hair and was kissing him on
his lips only. He was very careful and thinking of his very long teeth. A
snigger escaped his mouth and John took the chance. He felt with his tongue and
was rewarded with his lips coming open. He bent his head so John didn’t need to
crane his neck that much. He pushed into him with his tongue tracing the top of
his mouth and his teeth and their tongues were moving around each other at
last. Even though he was only following and copying the things John did. As if
he never kissed before, John thought. But he seemed to like it.
One finger caressed his jaw now and the other hand pulled his hair back. The
skin over his throat was completely exposed and he was shivering all over. He
felt his cock pulsing and moving upwards. He hasn’t been attracted to anyone
like that for a long time, less than ever to men.
He pressed himself against him, rubbing his body against his beautiful body.
And then he felt his tongue licking his throat. He almost lost hold and grabbed
at his skin, crawling onto him, pushing and pressing, rutting wildly.
"What are you doing? This never happened before!" With a sound in his voice
that was almost surprised, he shoved him back and John was getting angry at
once. Aroused as he was, this was bloody ridiculous.
"No, it is not. It is unexpected. You behave strange!"
"Stop playing your mind tricks on me! What do you think you are doing?" John
put his foot down. And his cock bopped furiously.
"I, I like you. I... I wanted to know you. I wish to have you here, by my side.
You are supposed to guard me. You are a soldier."
"What the hell are you talking about? You bloody seduced me! You tried to get
off with me!"
"I don't understand." John stopped stomping and looked exasperated.
"You don't understand. What exactly do you not understand?"
"Trying to get off with you."
"I thought you were ... You know...”
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do, bloody hell!"
"Don't swear all the time, it is not polite!"
"You are behaving like a child! Haven't you ever ... haven't you ever had a
mate?" He only shook his head.
“Not like that.”
"Are you all alone here?" Just a nod was given as an answer.
"So how...”
"How do I know?" He sighed.
"I observed. I watched you since you came here with your army. I followed you
around, listened inside your head. You are a very sad man, alone, bored and
broody. I thought you would understand. And I wanted you here with me, warm and
alive. To take care of me." His gaze was concentrated and he looked even scared
and self-conscious. And he didn't look John in the eyes. All at once he ran out
of the room, the wolves panting behind him. And behind the wolves, hastily
grabbing the blanket, was John.
"Wait!" But he was already gone. He stood in the hallway looking both left and
right. He couldn’t hear any footsteps and he had no guess where he should look
for him. Some minutes later he returned to the room and sat on the bed. Maybe
he was coming back. He was just going to stay here. Not a second he thought
about leaving and return to his troops. Because finally something happened to
him. Something really promising.
He placed the blanket neatly over an armchair in front of the fire and returned
to the bath picking up his tee and boxers. Somehow it didn’t feel right to
climb naked into his bed. He then snuggled under the covers feeling suddenly
very lonely again. He kept staring at the open door, but only saw one wolf
coming back. The wolf looked up at him as if checking he would stay right where
he was and then settled in front of the bed. After hours of waiting John
couldn't hold his eyes open and fell asleep.
***
He woke because a cold breeze touched his body. He felt for the covers, didn't
want to open his eyes to the sadness surrounding him. His hands grabbed the
covers and he pulled them over. He didn't open his eyes though but said:
"So you are back from whatever you were doing?"
"Yes, I am." Silence. Lazily John lay on his back and opened his eyes. It took
a great effort not to attack by instinct, since he was already kneeling closely
and was dressed properly again. John didn't feel any movement.
"Please don't do that again." John asked in a low voice.
"Do what?" He was getting even closer and his knees touched his hip.
"Run away and appear like this. Please just don't."
"Fine by me." He kept looking.
"What else?" He was crouching over him.
“Am I scaring you?" John swallowed. He knew he could mind-read.
"Yes, you do, but ..." He did not finish the sentence.
"But?" He whispered leaning down and his nose touched his jaw.
"You do enthral me..." John sighed, admitting only facts. He then felt his hand
leading his fingers up.
"I did feel you liked my hair?"
"God, yes, I did and do like your hair!" And he made a fist grabbing some
strands of his hair and pulled him closer. He brushed his lips over his
prominent cheekbones and then deeper to his lips. He planted a light kiss.
Looking up afterwards he saw dark eyes staring back at him. Then one hand was
planted on his lower back and the other one half round his neck, holding him up
close. John moaned loudly but was silenced at once by a forceful kiss. He had
improved his skills somehow.
He almost lost consciousness, slumped in the grip, but was being held. He felt
an erection coming up again.
All of a sudden he was pushed back onto the cushions.
"Undress me!" He ordered.
"Get up on your knees and get my clothes off." John stared. Two hands were
grabbing his shoulders and roughly seized him upwards.
"Fine, I will do it. No reason being rude." He got himself kneeling on the bed
in front of him. Getting off the shirt, letting it slide over his head and then
down to the floor. Then he went deeper for the boots and trousers. When he was
done, he placed his hands on his thighs and arched an eyebrow.
"Oh, don't be like that! I saw it before!" John was clueless.
"Saw what before?" Some gesturing.
"That! What you are doing with it! I want it, too!" Suddenly John realized. His
cock. He meant his cock. He must have seen others during intercourse. Or he
must have been in his brain.
"Both." John hit the mattress with his bare hands.
"Stop it, will you?!" John leant back against the huge wooden headboard. An
almost unwilling nod was given. After a few seconds he whispered:
"Touch me with your hands, with your lips again. Smile. Make me happy." John
was suddenly very touched. What a poor creature.
"Please..." Very deep voice, very pleading. Very sexy. On purpose?
John was kind of speechless, opening his mouth repeatedly. No words were
spoken. He stared at him in silence, very intensely. No one was moving. Finally
he approached and pulled John off the bed.
"Too much for you?" One hand came up carefully cupping John’s cheek. Cold. John
shivered but didn't move back. Thumb pressing slightly on his cheekbone. He
couldn't breath. He ascended his teeth slowly while looking down on John's
face. Presenting his fangs. John couldn't but stare at his lips, allowing his
teeth to show. This was clearly fascinating. John was breathing open-mouthed
now. His hand was holding his neck, head coming down. John panted and wriggled.
Cold lips brushed over his. John closed his eyes loosing his stance. He fell
back on the bed and grabbed some bedclothes, grabbed a fistful.
He stepped between John’s legs and pulled his hair, exposed his throat. Very
slowly, tenderly, sharp fangs scratched over the thin skin. John’s body became
rigid and he placed his other hand around his leg. Another fistful of fabric
tore since he didn’t let go of the sheet. Then two hands pressed against his
shoulders, shoved him back a bit against the bedpost. Dark eyes looked him up
and down. One brow arched, fangs descended again.
"Are you sick? Do you need food? Or beverages?" John stared up at him with a
certain dumb expression, but managed to shake his head.
"What is it then?" He was being shaken now and his head banged against the
post. Now, that was it then. He was wide-awake again. John was angry and
absolutely not amused. With an abrupt move he lifted up his arms and pushed his
hands to the side. He got off the bed in one quick move confronting him. He
obviously was surprised but let it happen. John was breathing hard and stared
up at him again.
"Fuck you! It's you! You god-damn freak!" John shouted with his nerves all on
edge. The wolf got up, growling deeply at John. And he turned and just pointed
his finger at him and shouted:
"You just shut up!" And he obeyed ears close to his head.
"And you! Just don't run away again. Stay and explain yourself, will you?"
"Explain? What do you mean?" Helplessly John started pacing the room, wildly
gesturing.
"What do you want from me? Exactly?" He tilted his head, one hand reaching for
John.
"I told you before. Smile. Make me happy. Stay and be with me. Give it to me."
"What?" John shouted.
"Give it to you?!"
"Yes. Give it to me." Silence followed. John sighed and finally asked:
"Where did you get that from? Oh no, don't say it. You watched."
"I observed a lot. I want it, too."
"So, it is just "Want-Take-Have"?" A grin appeared on his face.
"Nicely put." John didn't know what to reply. He had to admit, he felt as good
as he hadn’t for a very long time. Freezing a bit, he moved for the blanket,
but was already given it.
"Get out of my head!" He shoved him back but held on to the blanket.
"Why? It's so much easier."
"No, it's annoying. Humiliating and freaky!" He nestled under the duvet and
leant against the headrest. The vampire followed and sat beside him. His arms
were wrapped around his knees. But there was no verbal reaction. John tried
again, changing the subject and looked at him.
"You are all alone here." A nod.
"What do you know about the corpses sucked dry, mutilated and raped?" In a
second he was hovering over John, snarling.
"The coven. Evil. Left them. Fled." He was so upset, he couldn’t form proper
sentences.
"Do you know where their layer is? Will you help me?"
"It's give and take, soldier. Don't you forget." The change between warmth,
curiosity and pure force was extremely weird. And a bit frightening. And very
attracting.
"I won't." John let the blanket glide off his shoulders. He looked into the
widened eyes in front of him. He looked back from underneath his eyelashes.
John snatched some hair with both hands and pulled strongly. He fell over his
stomach one hand resting on John’s chest, the other on the mattress. John
pressed his warm lips onto his, forcing his tongue in. He always had been a
great kisser; he knew it since he was told a lot. And now he was trying to get
the upper hand, for once at least.
"Open your mouth for me and lay down, vampire!" He thought strongly. And he
followed the request, fangs held inside. John roughly kissed him, circling
tongue, biting his lips, scratching teeth over his. He used all his knowledge
and everything he ever learnt to make him his. Why he wanted this so badly, he
didn’t question anymore. He just longed for it.
He felt a shudder, only for a second, but it was there. He drew back and
watched. Very slowly he got on his knees beside John, his hands resting now
besides his thighs. His chest was pure marble-white skin. John stroked with his
hand over his chest, watching and waiting. He leant in, crouched over him.
Then, suddenly, he grabbed John’s tee and tore it off of him. Pants went the
same way. In one move he threw him to the side and brought him onto his back.
John tried to get the upper hand again but stood no chance.
He was kneeling over John now, sitting on his stomach. His knees held down
Johns forearms. John planted his feet firmly on the mattress and arched up, but
couldn’t throw him off. He already felt the pain. He was going to cramp any
minute now, if he would be kneeling on him any longer.
"Now, now." Soothing, but still pressure. John relaxed and surrendered, played
the game and his arms were released. They stared at each other. Then, one fluid
move, and he leant against the headboard, pulling John up beside him.
"I will help you. I hate them. They made me. Different. Hated." John looked up
quietly asking:
"Made you?" A silent nod.
"Oh..." John took his hand and squeezed. He had his eyes closed, head erect
against the wood. John pulled lightly and he rested it on Johns shoulder. Long
wavy hair covered his shoulder and neck and gently he wove his fingers into it
and carded through it.
Lust crept over him and his strokes became harder. Suddenly warmth dripped and
John touched. His fingers were bloody. He didn't feel the bite. There was ...
He looked down into his face, bloody tears shed through closed lids. His lips
were pressed tightly together and his body was trembling. John leant down and
kissed his cheeks, smearing blood all over his lips. Fluttering lids, fangs
slowly ascending.
John was very aroused again by now. Was he too, he wondered?
He stole a glance down his body and checked. He than licked his lips and placed
a cupped hand on his still covered penis. Just a quick twitch, only once. He
pressed down asking:
"You still want me to give it to you?" Another nod.
"Say it!" More pressing.
"Yes. I want you to give it to me! Now!"
"Please!" Very hard pressing. Then his hand was gripping his throat.
"Don't exaggerate, soldier-boy, will you?" And John smiled at him and both
grips loosened.
John opened his trousers and pulled them off his long and slender legs. He
placed him on the pillows and looked at him closer now: very slim, very white,
well muscled, a fine six-pack. He now touched the real thing of the vampire
virgin. He shook his head and smiled, lost in thoughts.
"Don't laugh at me. Don't do this to me." And very quiet followed by a:
"Please." John stopped what he was doing.
"I am not. Really. Forgive me." His hand touched John's.
"But of course you are right." He looked away.
"Don't be shy, now, will you! Show off!" Eyes darting back at him.
"I am not showing off!" John just nodded to that.
"So you want to see me showing off then." And he greedily grinned with fangs
completely visible. He quickly turned their position, so John was under him. He
linked their eyes, took Johns arms to both sides, spread out. He placed himself
on top of John and got his arms under his lower back and shoulder blades. With
his legs he got around John and steadied him.
"Don't forget to breathe again!" John felt the whoosh and up they were,
hovering over the cushions. John arms hung under him in the air. He couldn’t
move: He just looked from side to side. Levitation! He was in the air!
"You like?" John only could moan. This was unbelievable. He was given a smile.
Then they turned around. John lost his balance and wrapped himself around his
chest, folded around the cold body; afraid he was going to fall. That was a
stupid thing to think because they were only hovering right under the top of
the four-poster. But nevertheless, he felt adrenalin pumping.
John became completely still, just holding on to him with all the strength he
could muster. He tried to position himself on him, trying to get a grip. Then
his eyes locked into his again, low voice singing and relaxing him. Breathing
more slowly, he felt being turned again. Much better now, even though the much
needed friction was gone.
He was given a thin smile from above, but did not comment on the intruding.
He just let go and enjoyed being held like this. He did realize only then that
he trusted his hold more than his own. His arms were hanging down at both
sides. His head hung, too. Throat completely offered, only being kissed from
time to time.
***
Suddenly he fell. He was dropped on the bed and a scream escaped his lungs.
Then he fell onto him, right between his legs; hands pressed hard on his hips.
“Having fun?” His fangs were all out again. He was excited. John could only nod
as an answer; he wasn’t able to speak yet. He brought his not so steady hands
up and pulled him closer. He planted a kiss on his jaw and heard him saying:
“You don't have to ask me again.” And he had learnt very quickly. His kisses
were packed with a primeval force.
John lost control, shaking violently under him, the white of his eyes was
showing. His hands were ripping apart the sheets. And they were only kissing.
He was pressing upwards, rubbing against him, almost there, when a very cold
hand touched his penis and just held it with thumb and fingers. John let out an
almost shrieky cry and came to, eyes adjusting. He wondered why he was denied
his orgasm. He needed it so badly. And how did he even know how to do so?
“What? Why?”
“Not now. Not you alone.”
“Let go! Damn it!” He could barely talk, his voice all raspy, and couldn't move
a bit.
“Make me ...” John shook his head. Then he changed to pleading.
“Please, you have to! I need to feel. You!” John was almost loosing it again,
hearing him pleading with this voice. He braced himself and felt the tingling
sensations slowly disappear. He had never felt that way before. He wiped the
sweat from his face and was back. He had to concentrate on him first. Not that
he minded.
“Ok, lie down then. Relax. Let me take care of you. Trust me.” He positioned
himself eagerly on the torn sheets and looked up. Curious. Waiting. Playing
with the sheets. John knelt between his legs, touched them all the way up and
down. No reaction at all. He grabbed his feet and slung his very long legs
around his waist. Moving even closer together, his eyes widened.
“Still with me?” He asked and was given a silent nod. He then brought his arse
onto his thighs. Locking eyes with him, he bent slowly down, only licking once
over the head. Still holding his eyes. Then he cupped the head with his lips,
tightly and shortly sucking. A yelp was released. John smiled. Then he started
touching his balls, too, still sucking. Soft moaning. His thighs were pressed
hard around his body, muscles contracting. Some pre-bloody-cum he felt. He
licked it off. He then felt his hands on his head, pressing it down inch by
inch. His arms were aching, holding his body up. But he kept on sucking,
licking with his tongue up and down, rapidly changing the pace. His hands only
lay on his head now. Only his hips were moving with him, followed his rhythm.
The soft moaning became somewhat deeper, almost feral. John stopped, but his
voice was hissing inside his head:
“Move!” He started pushing up, fucking his mouth. John grabbed his hips, fists
into flesh. And then he felt it. He came screaming inside John’s head. John
swallowed every single drop of him and then drew back, tasting the iron in his
mouth and on his tongue. Licking his lips he was still kneeling on shaky arms
and legs between his, undone, but ready. Very dark eyes were looking at him. A
thin smile showed on his lips, beginning to show all the fangs. He positioned
his legs around John’s waist, pressed and got up. Then he put his arms around
his shoulders and held him tight. His fingers were touching and arms were
groping. John felt it very hard to breathe. But he leant in even closer,
unmoving, his forehead resting on his chest.
“Thank you.” He whispered into John’s ear. And John smiled.
“What do you want me to do for you?” By instinct John opened his mind to him
and showed him. It took him maybe half a second to adjust. He took John by the
hips, lifted him up and threw him around. Then again with the feral kissing,
John lying helpless under him. With a violent speed he was all over him,
touching, kissing, and scratching. John was shaking, his cock yearning for
release. John was trying to press himself against him, was pushed back, but
turned around on his stomach. He stilled, but only for a second. He now rutted
against the mattress. Then two hands grabbed his wrists, bringing them together
at his lower back. His moaning became annoyed. Apparently he had been too deep
inside his head.
He struggled, but to no avail. One of his hands was enough to hold him down
like this, the other one began touching. His fingers teasingly came down from
his spine to his arse. Slowly they were getting closer touching his cleft and
his thumb circled around the opening. John bit hard into the cushion and
furiously tried to get up. This was a first for him, too. Speaking of
virginity.
Soothing humming inside. His head came up and he was making senseless noises.
His feet were kicking the mattress, the air. Tears were streaming down his
face. And there he was. Slowly he shoved one finger inside. The pain was
stinging, almost unbearable at first. But then after the first knuckle had
passed his opening, it became easier and he could give in. He then turned his
finger and moved it carefully up and down inside him, so his muscles relaxed
and slowly opened up for him. He kept moving up and down and turned it around;
then a second, then even a third. With each finger he pressed on his prostate,
even scratched and wriggled his fingers inside him. In and out, endlessly
repeating the torturous rhythm. John was howling non-stop and made the wolf
jumping with his fur standing up.
John was seeing white, flashy lights. Then he pulled out, only to replace his
fingers with his cock. He very slowly pushed completely in while still holding
his hands at his back, which forced John to arch backwards. The stimulation was
intense and more tears were shed.
He was a mix made of ice and heat, firm and flexible. Several screams escaped
John’s mouth, he thrashed around, and his orgasm almost unbearably denied by a
vampire hungry for more. The pain in his shoulders became extreme, but at the
same time the pleasure was divine. And then the last forceful push combined
with his hand suddenly pressing around his cock. This was pure bliss and
shattered bones. Silenced with violent kisses John was sweating and shaking. He
watched him until he finally came down, caressed and snogged him. Leading him
through the aftermath of the most forceful orgasm he ever experienced.
“Open your eyes for me!” And he did, completely helpless, his strength all
gone, heavy breathing. They locked eyes again. And John could see him sweating
blood. The sheets were bloody, so was he. It was primeval all over.
Nonetheless, John pulled himself up and with shaking arms clung to his waist.
Not wanting to let go.
“You have to, my bravest. They are searching the premises for you for hours
now.”
“Never mind.” He murmured huskily against the marble.
“You can come back whenever you want.” John stilled.
“You let me leave then?”
“Of course, though I don' want. But I will. For you.”
“Hm...” Sighing, John got up, grabbing the post not to fall. He felt like being
high on something. He looked around, finally seeing his olive trousers. Never
mind the pants. He pulled them on and bent down for the tee, holding up the
torn thing. He shrugged and dropped it again. Barefoot he went to the bathroom
for his boots. He picked up his rifle from beside the fireplace. And heard the
voice inside his head.
“What do you call this?” John looked and saw him gesturing towards him and then
he looked down at himself: half naked, blood smeared all over his body,
military trousers and boots, rifle. Grinning he thought:
“Male pin-up!” He got off the bed, still so gracefully, and went for the
bathroom to return with a shirt, clearly not his.
“You stole this with the shower-gel?” He nodded.
“Of course. I am thoughtful.” He was totally serious.
“Of course you are.” John took the shirt and dressed.
“Your body-armour is here.” Holding it up to him, John slipped it over and
taped it closed. He also attached the holster and secured the handgun in it.
“What about the blood?” John asked. He sighed.
“You are a soldier. You got into a fight. I don’t want you to scrub it off
now.”
“Ok, then.” John shrugged. He did not want to leave him.
“You want them to burn my home?”
“No!” He was being pushed out of the warmth then.
“Then go! Help me! Show yourself and think about something!”
John just nodded, one last look, merely watching a shadow. And then he put his
headset back on and heard his team’s voices. He positioned himself on top of
the stairs and looked down. There they were. And then he made himself fall down
some stairs. He knew exactly how to fake this. And he just stayed there, not
listening in, but silently enjoying the feeling of being alive. And for some
minutes he could still hear him singing inside his head.
***** Threatening His *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
John came to on a cot. He slowly and calmly adjusted to his surroundings. And
he already missed it, missed him. He was not with him which meant no more
singing or touching or kissing. Instead some people kept staring at him being
obviously very upset.
“What did you get yourself into?” His direct command shouted. John knew he only
was worried.
“I don't know. I can't remember.” He didn’t need to play hoarse and croaky.
“You were lost for almost 24 hours and you did not respond, even though your
headset was intact. You were found covered in blood and unconscious after
falling down some stairs. Did you bath in it? Did you mass-murder?”
“I don't remember.” He shook his head. Again. He needed to stay with that;
otherwise he had to think of too many lies. But wow, 24 hours?
“Oh, just don’t piss down our backs and tell us it’s raining!” That was the guy
from intelligence whom John extremely disliked. He just turned his head away
toward the tent, closed his eyes, but listened in to their conversation.
“He has to know something! He was lost for hours!”
“We will just have to wait.”
“We will just have to make him remember.” Some murmured approval, moving about,
and then leaving. John got up and his commander was still there. They looked at
each other.
“Permission to return to my tent?” John simply asked and he was given it with a
silent sigh. His commander just knew him too well.
Off he went. He closed the tent behind him and lay down on his sleeping bag. It
was dark again. John closed his eyes and opened his mind.
“I am here, John.” John sighed and smiled.
“Be careful, please.” A snort.
“Where are you?”
“Right outside. Want me to come in?” John shook his head.
“No, too dangerous. Please, be careful.”
“I will!” His voice sang. Slowing the tunes everything went calm.
***
Waking up the next morning, John was almost instantly summoned by the
intelligence officer. By then, John was wide-awake and ready and completely
calm again. He was standing at attention in front of his desk and stared on a
point over the man’s head.
“At ease.” John did and looked at him.
“Have a seat, Captain Watson.”
“Thank you, Colonel.” He sat on the edge of the chair, his back straight, and
waited.
“So”, lighting a cigarette, “you don’t remember anything, do you?”
“That’s right, Colonel.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” A nasty laugh was in his head. Lucky him,
he had himself strictly under control. He would tell him later to piss off. And
why was he awake anyway? An obvious groan in exasperation was made in his head.
Fortunately John was being able to multi-task.
“I was entering the hall and found food. I took some.” He shrugged.
“You do know, that wasn’t smart, don’t you? Taking food or other offerings from
fairy folk?” He looked into the Colonel’s eyes.
“Yes, I do know now.” Even though he found that statement a bit weird. They
were talking vampire, not fairy. Of course he wouldn't tell.
“And when you came to, you were lying on the bottom of the stairs?”
“So it seems.”
“Nothing in between?” He shook his head.
“Nothing at all.”
“You know, I could have you grilled?” Now there was a feral snarl inside his
head.
“It wouldn’t help.”
“There would be drugs at the beginning.” He raised an eyebrow and continued.
“We analysed the blood samples we took from your body. It was your blood and
someone else’s. Any idea?”
“As I told you, I do not remember anything. Surely not someone else’s blood on
me.”
“We also found traces of … hm … body fluids on and in you, Captain Watson.” He
felt his earlobes redden. The heat kept slowly moving down to his chest. He
cleared his throat.
“So, I do think, I am lucky to have survived and not being shoved into one of
the mass graves outside.”
“Yes, right.” There was silence for some time, while the Colonel looked him up
and down.
“We haven’t found any traces of a possible assault. Except some bite marks all
over you; and a serious soreness inside you.”
“I was unconscious. How often do you want me to tell you? You want me to write
it down for you?” He sighed.
“Listen, I am sorry. I am hurting. I don’t know what happened to me. But it
seems, something very weird.”
“I am not so sure, if we would have found any signs of a fight, if you weren’t
unconscious.”
“What do you mean? Why do you insult me?” Calm voice. The Colonel obviously
tried to provoke him.
“First he must have rained his glamour over you; he must have flooded you with
it. Be honoured by that. That means, he thought you were very, very strong.
Second I talked to people, you know. They said you might be gay.”
“So?” The words glamour and strong, not gay, echoed in his mind.
“So, I assume you might have liked what happened to you and just faked
everything.” John paled.
“You disgusting intelligence rat …” John stood up and just left. The Colonel
didn’t stop him. Although he could have, he didn’t pull ranks. It wouldn’t be
necessary. There were other ways. And he knew by now that Captain Dr Watson was
conscious about the fact of having been shagged by a vampire. He saw it in his
mind.
***
Back in his tent he stomped circles into the ground. He was angry. Not because
of everything that happened, but because the Colonel knew about everything. How
could this have happened? Did it happen before? He wanted so much to believe it
didn’t.
He busied himself with duty tasks like cleaning his weapons, checking on
supplies and stuff. After sundown he went back on the hill in front of the
castle. He took a seat on a rock, from where he could see the castle’s walls
very closely.
“You there?”
“Yes. You already know, you don’t have to wait until the sun leaves the sky to
meet me, don’t you?” John did not answer that at once, but then he said:
“I needed to come down. I needed to think about what happened.” Some seconds
passed.
“Are you angry with me?” John smiled.
“No, I am not. And you should know that.”
“I feel what you feel. I feel hate boiling up in you. Do you want me to kill
him?” John stopped breathing.
“Of course not, you silly. That’s just his bloody job.”
“He is a bad man. Dangerous.” Somehow he had pronounced the word man making
John wonder, but he didn't ask.
“Yes, he is.” Silence. And then he brought up an abrupt change of the subject.
“What about you glamouring me?” He sighed.
“I did it only to lure you inside and get you away from your unit, but stopped
it soon after. Obviously it wasn’t necessary. And afterwards it was more you
bewitching me.” John smiled.
“Are you in trouble now because of my actions?”
“Sort of.” John shrugged. “Never mind though. I liked your trouble a lot.” Some
laughter came bubbling up.
“Perhaps I should rough you up next time?” John swallowed and his throat became
dry.
“Why?” He asked, his voice all croaky.
“So they will believe your story?”
“I think it’s too late for that.”
“But I have to do something for you!”
“Oh, I know some things you could do for me. Later.”
“Oh …”
***
He sat in silence for some time on top of that stone talking to him. Or was it
thinking to him? He wanted to be inside. Him.
“I like your thinking. But watch out, dear. Rat’s approaching.” And he drew
back. John got up and turned around. Only then he saw the shadow coming up in
complete silence.
“What do you want?” John snarled. They stared into each other’s eyes.
“And you? Seems you are longing to get back. Inside?” He smirked but John
swallowed his anger. It would do him no good. He wondered about his choice of
words though. Was it even possible that this guy knew what he was thinking? He
found him dangerous, he better should be watching out then. And only then he
realised, he didn't even know his name.
“Just leave me alone. Stop insulting me.” He tried to get around him, but he
stepped into his way. John heard very quiet growling.
“I can help you get back. Inside. If you are going to help me.” John stopped
short in his tracks.
“What do you want? And don’t make me ask again.” The rat didn’t react to the
threat.
“I want inside.”
“No!” The shout in John’s head made his brain vibrate.
“Why?” John asked.
“I would tell you something about national security, but it is really none of
your fucking business.” John just left him standing behind. But he followed him
all the way. Finally he was grabbing his arm and pulled him close. John could
almost smell the danger. And something else crawling over his skin.
“Wait, damn you!” He hissed and turned John around.
“I know when something smells foul. And this does. You do. You are lying to me.
But I don’t care. Personally I just want to get in there. And you will help
me.”
“What the fuck makes you think I will?” Now the rat changed into something
snake-like.
“Because if you don’t, I have sent you home. Or have you transferred for
disciplinary reasons to the fucking end of the world standing guard.” It was a
whispered threat right into Johns paled face. He knew, he could just do that to
him. He had to change his strategy. And he needed time to calm down the one
inside his head. He allowed himself to relax, even though he felt a strong
headache coming up. His vision became sort of blurry again.
“You do know my file, don’t you? I hate home since I don’t have one. I hate
being without action. It would kill me.” He smiled a very thin smile, nodding
at his victory. He even patted Johns arm.
“Of course I do. You will just do what I say and take me in there.” John's arm
suddenly felt very cold and numb.
“You could go all by yourself, you know? You don’t need me to enter that
castle.”
“Yes, he does.” He told John. The headache made something behind his forehead
pulse.
“Yes, I do!” The Colonel said. John was confused.
“Why?” John felt really dizzy by now. He had to work on his multitasking skills
some more.
“Why do you think your team could not find us in my rooms?” His voice asked.
“He is able to disguise everything, rooms and people.” The Colonel prompted
with satisfaction, but then bit his lips, as if he had revealed too much. And
he had, John thought. He knew about him. But how? John went on with his act.
“He? What is he? Who is he?” The intelligence rat began to sweat, but then went
on.
“He. The one who fled the coven to be by himself. He is different. He knows a
lot. He possesses the old power. He is old.” John was irritated. What does old
mean regarding to vampires? What about the coven? He needed to retreat and cool
his head. He needed more information. He needed so badly so see him and talk to
him. But he stayed and hung on.
“So you plan to grill him after you found him?” Rat shook his head.
“No, he would combust.” He was completely serious.
“So you believe he is a vampire?” John asked with raised eyebrows. The rat’s
eyes became big.
“Damn, of course I do. What the fuck do you think?” He screamed. John stood
very calm.
“I am not sure what to think right now.” And that was the bloody truth.
“Listen, we will talk about this tomorrow. I will be having a plan by then”.
And he left John with the impression of a snake hanging in the trees singing
“Trust me. Believe me.”
He felt for him. But he was gone. John went up that hill again, but nothing. No
answers to his pleading questions. He waited for another hour and only then
returned to his tent. Everybody was asleep and only the guards were still up.
It was quiet except for some wolves he heard howling close by. They never were
that close to the camp before. Does that mean he was still around, but just
didn’t want to talk to him right now? Thinking of tomorrow, he slowly closed
the tent behind him and switched on a lamp beside the sleeping bag. The
sleeping bag in which he was tightly snuggled into with his eyes closed. John
stared down and then fell on his knees, shaking him.
“Are you completely out of your mind?” He shouted his thoughts at him.
“I needed to be with you … I am scared …” He opened his eyes and his pupils
were dilated. John pulled him up and shook him fiercely.
“Fuck! You are living with a pack of wolves! You are a vampire! You don’t have
to be scared of that piece of shit! And according to the rat, you possess
power!” He pushed him back down.
“I am not scared of him. I am scared because I could loose you. “ He wiped at
his eyes looking up at him.
“What are you going to do tomorrow”? He wasn’t mentioning any power at all.
“That depends on his plan. We have to think of something. And you have to
explain.”
“Why he needs you to get to me?” John nodded.
“Because I opened the border for you, I had set up before. Nobody could have
sensed us or seen us or even find the rooms. I let you in. You only.”
“So he is just planning to follow me. But why?” John was thinking already,
absent-mindedly stroking his hair and not even wondering why he didn’t reply.
***
After some time he realised there was no response coming from him. No movement,
no voice. He looked down at him and found him staring focused on his crotch. He
cupped his cheek with one hand and carefully stroked his thumb over it. And he
snapped out of it.
“Please don’t let him hurt me by taking you away from me.” He whispered and
looked into John’s eyes. John tensed.
“Why do you even think something like that? I would never do that!” John was
shocked.
“He threatened you by grilling you and sending you away. You didn’t want that!
I don't want that!” John took his face between his hands and stroked with both
his thumbs over his cheekbones. And then he kissed him, lazily, languidly
moving his tongue inside his mouth, over his teeth and tongue. And he just let
him, didn't reciprocate. John looked at him.
“Yes, he threatened me. And yes, I don’t want to be grilled and sent away. For
a fucking obvious reason lying right now in my sleeping bag. And I am convinced
you won’t let anything happen to me.” He took John’s hands and gently removed
them from his face.
“I need to go now.” And in one graceful move he hovered over John who still
knelt on the floor.
“Why?” He just asked, not even questioning the man, the prodigy. He was so
fascinated.
“I am hungry. I need to feed.” Only then John moved back a bit unintentionally
and a thin smile appeared. His thumbs stroked over his hands and lingered just
a second over his racing pulse simultaneously.
“No worries, dear.” And he let go of John’s hands making him feel guilty.
“No, I meant, I don’t …” His raised arms fell back on his thighs.
“It’s OK, I know.” And gone he was.
***
The Colonel sat with his legs crossed inside his tent throwing rune stones and
forced some magic into the camp. He had just felt the vampire leaving. He had
lifted up the shield, he normally had close to him.
“Oh, bloody hell, I just knew it. Fuck! I knew it!” He swore to himself. But he
mustn’t let the Captain know. The priority was to get into the castle. Nothing
else. OK, perhaps kill the filthy leech making the Captain watch, but nothing
else.
***
The following morning the Colonel met John in front of his tent.
“Did you sleep well?” He had a grin on his face John wanted to ram right back
inside his mouth.
“You look exhausted, Captain Watson. Bad dreams?” John stayed very calm, but
kept thinking of things a bit not good he could do to him. He said:
“I am still hurting, if you insist to know, and can’t rest on my back for
long.” He was holding the stare. The Colonel shot him a wicked grin.
“I made up a plan for the two of us.” John lifted an eyebrow and asked:
“So?” The rat extended an arm and grabbed Johns elbow. John shivered.
“Let’s talk a bit away from the public.” They moved close to the trees, where
the forest began. John looked at him asking:
“You thought of a plan?” He nodded.
“Exactly. It is just you.”
“I am the plan?” John didn’t have to fake his surprise. He had thought of
something more forceful, like using the military.
“You are the plan.” He nodded, obviously pleased with himself.
“How?” John was sure; there was something else in the mix.
“He glamoured you. He wanted you in. He still wants. We will give him what he
wants.”
“Which is supposed to be me?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck!” John thought.
***
John had missed his silent comments in his head while talking to the rat. Where
was he? What took him so long? Where did he feed and what or who did he feed
on? John wasn’t so sure he wanted to know at all. But he felt the trust, he had
in him. He believed in him. He wanted him so badly.
He paced a small circle into the ground. He was still off duty, so he had
nothing to do. Everybody was all wary around him anyway. That’s why he took a
book, stuffed deeply into his bag for ages, and went into the forest. He walked
for a while until he found a beautiful clearing. He looked at lots of wild
flowers, high grass moving in the wind and sunshine. He let out a relaxed sigh
and sat on the ground with his back against a huge tree. He put the book on his
bent knees and started to read some pages. The sun shone down on him. Finally
he cleared his head and closed his eyes. He fell asleep.
***
And woke to a scream.
“Move! Get up and run!” Was it inside his head or was it somebody else? Anyway,
he jumped to his feet and ran back into the forest. His instincts were taking
over.
“No, stay in the sun! Move around the trees!” Stopping dead in front of the
tree line, he saw several forms swaying in the shadows, lurching forward. And
he didn’t bring any weapon, only his book. Why did he forget the order to
always have his armour with him? Where was his bloody fucking backpack? Because
his mind was occupied, he knew that.
He looked up and found the sun almost gone. He broke into a sprint and tried to
reach the camp before dawn. But somehow he knew he couldn’t make it in time. He
had to run all around the forest and the others were way too fast for him.
He could already see the first tents when huge clouds hid the sun. John stopped
dead again, when two of the coven suddenly stepped out from between the trees.
By any chance, he couldn’t get around them. He heard footsteps behind, made
extra loud for him to hear, because normally he wouldn’t have heard a single
step. They wanted him to hear.
The leader approached and stood close behind John and wrapped his arm around
his neck closely. John couldn't breathe properly. He was pressed against his
body and the cold made him shiver. Then he was turned and the vampire looked
him right into the eyes.
“Now, now. Here we have his little plaything. I sort of understand.” John
swallowed down something nasty. Instead he said:
“What do you want?” His body-language was clearly different from his barely
audible voice. And he found there was some resemblance between his love and
this leech.
“Didn’t our friend tell you?” The leader whispered close to his ear, his lips
almost touching his earlobe.
“What friend?” It took a moment to sink in. The Colonel had ganged up with the
coven.
“Quiet right, he did. The sorcerer wants something my brother has. And I want
him.” He found he could mind-read, too. At least now he knew.
“Sorcerer? Brother?” He thought and earned just an annoying shrug.
“Yes. What do you know anyway? Well, it doesn’t matter. Move, human brat!” He
was shoved brutally in the chest and stumbled a few steps back. The group led
him to the castle’s back and all the time he was hoping and waiting for him.
Again he wondered why he had never asked for his name.
“My brother's name is Teàrlach.” He was listening in.
When arriving at a smaller door inside the castle’s walls, the Colonel was
already there. John stared at him.
“Is this your fucking plan?” John asked. He wasn’t even worth an answer. He
felt power radiating off of him. John could feel it only now, never had before.
Or at least hadn't recognized it as what it was. But now he felt he could even
touch it. It felt like darkness percolating through his skin. It was
frightening him.
„Call him and don’t forget, we can listen into your head, too.“ John was
threatened with a hard grip around his neck. He did as being told and carefully
reached out for him. They waited a few seconds and then John was brutally
shaken and forcefully pushed face-to-wall. He heard the leader hissing:
“Teàrlach! Do you want to hear him scream?” A long nail pierced his jaw and
blood dripped down. The other vampires shifted restlessly but were hold back by
their master. But still there was no reply. The grip hardened even more. John
was wound tight and couldn’t suppress the noises he made.
“Try it again louder this time!” His head was pushed against the wall again
with more force and this time he almost screamed, but gnashed his teeth
instead. He tasted blood inside his mouth and his skin was brutally scratched
open. The open gash started bleeding at once. They were closing up on him now
and leaning forward.
“This won’t do. Let me try.” The sorcerer-Colonel stepped up close to John and
looked him in the face. John could feel his breath and stared unblinkingly into
his eyes. Terror pulsed through him.
“This isn’t just sending you back or grilling you. This can be more. Much more.
Some skinning won’t kill you and you could survive without eyes or a hand,
right?” John froze and wasn’t able to reply. His mind just became numb when the
sorcerer-Colonel pressed a thumb on his right eyelid.
“Right?” He screamed and spit onto his skin, shoving him right into the
vampire's embrace. His tongue licked over John's bloody face. Now John had to
close both his eyes and couldn't stop shaking. This was nothing he could have
been prepared for because of his army training. No psycho-shit he ever had to
attend because of hostage situations would have done the thing. He was lost.
“Stop it at once!” Everybody was hearing the voice. It had an ice-cold threat
in it.
“Or what, little brother? You will kill me?” He chuckled slightly.
“I should have a long time ago. Let him go. It’s me you want.”
“Yes, but he might be some fun.”
“Just let us in and it will be over soon.” The sorcerer-Colonel said exchanging
a glance with the coven’s master.
“Then it will be you and John. Bring him in with you. Retreat, brother. Now.”
So he did. He would be having his time.
***
John felt dizzy. Again. Or still? The sorcerer-Colonel shoved him through the
door and they stood on the bailey. The full moon was shining and a light breeze
blew. His head hurt like hell.
“Come on in then.” The sorcerer-Colonel brutally brought John’s hand between
his shoulder blades. Bent down he was being moved inside the walls. John’s gaze
was on the floor but he could feel him close by.
“Yeah, so do I, my dear.” A just whispered threat.
“Let him go at once!” There he was. John desperately tried to look up, but was
forced down again. Aching pain shot through his shoulder and arm. He gasped,
closed his eyes and stopped moving.
“Ah, no! Hand over the book right now or I will kill him.” Teàrlach pointed his
finger.
“It’s right there on the table.” His voice was all calm and steady. John tried
to look at him, but couldn’t get up his head far enough.
“You expect me to step into your bloody trap? Oh no, leech. Go, get the book
and come over here.” He shrugged and gracefully moved over to the table. He got
the book and turned again.
“Move! Faster! Damn it!” The sorcerer-Colonel was very excited.
“What’s this bloody book?” John thought and the sorcerer-Colonel whispered down
to him:
“You’ll know soon, my dear.” John could see Teàrlach's boots closing up.
“Now release him and I will hand the book over to you, sorcerer.”
“Here we go!” And with that he forced John’s arm all the way up. John couldn’t
but scream. He fell to his knees in front of Teàrlach with his shoulder
dislocated. He panted heavily and his eyes were tightly closed, tears welling
up. He heard his voice inside his head, but he couldn’t concentrate because the
pain was too severe. His good arm was holding him up, but was shaking terribly.
His head hung low.
Teàrlach knelt beside him stroking his hair. Footsteps retreated quickly. John
raised his head to touch his hand with his face.
“Go! Fetch back that book!” He lay down on his good side and stared up at him
intently. And gone he was.
***
Teàrlach ran after the sorcerer in a blurry speed and stopped in the middle of
the bailey. The sorcerer-Colonel turned around. The book was stuffed into his
coat’s pocket. He lifted both hands and pulled magic out of the air. Teàrlach
sped up and tackled him to the ground before he could perform a spell. His
teeth ascended completely and he went for the sorcerer’s throat. He was pushed
back by a very dark and strong magic, but got a grip on his wrist so he wasn’t
able to perform the spell properly.
Teàrlach inhabited strong magic, too. He was a Gaelic magician after all. At
least he had been, so many years ago. And out of his need to kill the sorcerer
to rescue his human and get the book back, he released his magic and brought
down the barriers. The sorcerer was extremely surprised by the strength of it
but fought back. Thunder was heard and little flashes were thrown at Teàrlach,
who put a shield around him just in time.
“I am impressed, leech. Why don’t you let go and take care of your lover?”
“I can’t let you have the book, sorcerer. You would bring harm to the world.”
“I will make the world mine!” He made a few steps backwards and tried to cast a
spell on him again. But it just floated around the shield. Teàrlach stepped up
and hovered over the sorcerer being much taller than him. Using all his magical
abilities, he reached out and pulled him close. The sorcerer fought back by
just kicking him in his crotch. He lost hold on his magic momentarily and was
forced to stand paralysed, when the spell hit him full force. The sorcerer
showed a superior grin and created a ball of fire in his hand.
“This will burn you! It is a shame your little soldier can’t watch you!” And he
threw it at him.
***** Epiphany *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
John got up very slowly and tried to suppress the searing pain. He staggered
through the hall for the door. Suddenly he felt a cold touch to his hand. The
snout nudged against his hand again and it was the wolf walking beside him.
John stroked over his head between the ears and earned some licking back.
Suddenly the wolf looked at John with his ears perked up and hastily ran
outside. John followed as quickly as he could in his state.
He suffered a freeze frame looking at the ball of fire being thrown at
Teàrlach, but moved on a second later. The wolf didn’t waste that second. He
didn’t catch the move at all, but saw him jumping in front of the vampire and
catch fire.
That distracted the sorcerer-Colonel and Teàrlach could move again. He raised
both arms and with all his power drained everything around to gain more power.
Every single plant dried and dusted and John got unconscious in an instant. His
eyes were stark black while he even pulled magic off the sorcerer-Colonel. But
this one was strong and he couldn't complete his actions. But it was enough. He
lowered his arms with his hands directed at him. And then he pushed once and
crashed him into the wall and through.
***
„Teàrlach! What have you done? Pulling at the power of the earth!“ It was his
brother screaming, but his voice slowly faded away into nothing.
He closed his eyes and slowly released the grip on everything around him. He
shivered and then opened his eyes now being back to natural colours. He looked
down at the wolf, burnt to death by the magic ball, which was meant for him. He
knelt down by his side stroking him for the last time. The rest of the pack
howled loudly. They needed to find their new alpha.
And then his eyes found John, unmoving and hardly even breathing. He knelt
beside him and forced the magic to help. His hands hovered over John’s body
where he was hurt. He heard bones relocate and John woke at once and looked him
into the eyes. Everything came back at once. John desperately looked up at him.
He didn’t know what to expect now. He had no idea what Teàrlach would do next.
“You sucked everything dry, didn't you?” He roughly whispered. He was going to
freak out completely any second now, if he wouldn't say something to calm him
down. His arms were slung around his body and his hands were into fists and
tightly pressed against his body.
“I feel your terror. You are afraid of me. I am sorry.” Slowly he got up and
took some steps backwards. Touching now seemed wrong, but John was simply
holding up his left hand to reach out for him. With a pleading look in his deep
blue troubled eyes he said:
“Please, don't go away. Don't leave me. Please!” John’s voice had a pitched
tone in it, he never heard before. His hand was still outstretched as if to
reach Teàrlach and stop him from leaving.
“Are you sure?” He asked and stopped dead. John bobbed his head several times.
“Yes, absolutely. Please stay! Don't go!” He tried to get up and swayed only
lightly. Then he remembered what happened to him. He rolled his shoulder and
looked at him.
“Did you ...”
“Yes, I did. Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, I very much do. Thank you.” Then they only looked at each other.
“If you want, you can stay. Go inside and rest. I need to go and feed.” John
shot him a panicked look.
“You can't leave me. He will be back. They will be back. You have to stay. I
can't stand being alone now. You can feed on me. I am AB negative, just fine. I
don't care. Just don't leave me!” His voice became louder with every single
word and the last sentence he shouted at him, panting loudly, sweating.
Teàrlach was shocked. What did AB negative mean?
“You don't know what you are saying, soldier-boy.” John approached slowly and
saw only now how exhausted he was after the fight. He smiled and leant slightly
forward. Teàrlach found he looked somehow dangerous.
“Nice to hear that from you again. I like that, you know?” John’s voice became
low and was more rumbled as usual. He too could be seductive, if he wanted.
Slowly Teàrlach tilted his head.
“I know. And I won't. Feed. On. You.” Firmly spoken he approached John and
grabbed him around the waist. He entered the castle pulling John inside. John
was struggling and chick-fighting, hitting at everything he could reach of
Teàrlach. But he also knew he stood no chance. And he felt ashamed of himself.
Fuck, he was a soldier after all. He was a fully trained close combat fighter.
What had become of him? A hysterical pussy clawing into strands of his hair?
Teàrlach went up the stairs to his sleeping-room. There he threw John on the
bed and jumped right after. Without any words he grabbed his wrists and knelt
on them. He tore apart the sheets and tied John’s hands behind his back. Then
he went for his legs and tied these around the ankles and above the knees, too.
John lay on his stomach wriggling helplessly. He shoved John up with his back
against a poster and tied his hands against it. He couldn't move away or at
least sit up. And the knots were made so he wasn't able to reach them with his
fingers.
“You had it coming, John. This is for your own good. Please believe me. You
would come after me, just not to be left alone, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, damn it! I just can’t. Why.” He started to sob on the sheets, his cheek
pressed into the mattress, eyes closed and his body facing away from him. A
cold hand started rubbing up and down his side and wiped away his tears
reaching over.
“Try to relax. You know, I will be back. But I have to feed. Not on you
though.” John moved farther away trying to escape his touch. He planted a
tender kiss on John’s neck and left the room. He never wanted to feel that
again, John moving away from his touch, becoming rigid and tense under his
lips.
He knew he had to feed, so he just couldn’t have stayed. Or even feed on his.
It was out of the question to take John with him. So what else could he have
done? Beat him unconscious? He sighed and shook his head. John would be OK
staying like this for some time. More than OK probably and he grinned. He would
hurry and try to be back soon. They would have to sort things out after that.
***
Fuck, he was hard as a rock. This bloody bitch knew he would like that and
distract him with this kind of shit.
“You are quite right, my bravest.”
“Get out of my bloody head!” John shouted and almost choked on his saliva. He
tried to find a better position on the bed. He didn’t want to come in his
trousers because of the friction.
***
Outside, Teàrlach found no trace of his brother's former coven. He picked up
the book, which had fallen out of the sorcerer’s coat when being pushed
outside. He looked at it and sighed. He stuck it under his waistband.
In a circle of about 20 metres the grass and every single plant had been
crumbled to piles of dust and debris. He let his eyes wander and tried to find
the sorcerer. He felt for him and couldn't find anything left. Was that because
he was dead or did he put up a shield? Had he still some strength left? Was he
still alive? He then tried for his brother. He felt him being somewhere in the
area, but he did not respond.
His strength had grown over the years, even though he didn’t practice. He
didn’t need to, because he hid all the time and met nobody. But when needed, he
used the magic he had been given all these years ago.
He was exhausted and actually yearned for human blood right now after using the
strong magic from in between the borders. But he knew he couldn't cross this
border, because then he would be lost. Even though John had presented himself
as an offering, he was afraid of becoming too greedy and killing him. And he
didn't know what he was offering. He was being hysterical. What if he could not
stop? Not. Kill. His. John.
He found himself a deer and sucked it dry in a rush. Afterwards he allowed
himself to sit for a while on the ground breathing heavily. John would try to
jump him when he returned. He would let him. He got up smiling.
***
John had stopped trying to free himself. He tried to relax to be in shape when
he was to return. He had wild and harmful fantasies about that. He did not hear
him coming back, but wasn't expecting it anyway. He just felt him on the bed
close by. John didn't move to face him or even opened his eyes to look up at
him.
“Oh, please, love, don't be childish.” He crooned close to his ear.
“Says who?” John sarcastically replied.
“Untie me. Now.”
“Please?” John just shook his head. He heard a sigh and then felt the fabric
around his ankles, knees and the one attached to the post loosen. He pulled his
feet under and finally knelt on the bed with his still tied hands. He waited
and leant deep into the post away from him.
“Actually I like that.” He finally looked up and met his gaze. His voice was
almost begging for forgiveness, but John was still too upset.
“Under other circumstances I would, too. But. Not. Now.” John turned to the
side and stuck out his hands. He shrugged and untied his wrists. John shook his
hands to make his blood flow again. His body still told Teàrlach to stay away
from him.
“Are you still angry with me?” His voice was all silky. Johns face flushed with
anger.
“What do you think? Why not just check into my brain? You could see it boil!”
He almost shouted at him. Teàrlach moved away, if only a few inches. He seemed
to be surprised. His eyes became big and dark and full of fear. He clearly
hadn't expected such a strong reaction from John.
“Are you going to leave me?” He could only whisper the question. Now John
looked him straight in the eyes.
“Oh, please. Leave that nonsense. You aren't helpless. You have changed. You
don't need me anymore.” His voice was sharp. And still he didn't reach out for
him. Neither did Teàrlach, even though his fingers were twitching.
“Why are you so mean to me? What did change between us?” The whining-mode.
“Fuck, Teàrlach! You just turned everything upside-down! You are not only a
vampire, but a bloody strong magician, too. I was scared to death. Never before
I did experience that kind of fear, not even on the battlefield. This was, is,
different. I was threatened with being skinned, cut off hands and eyes. You
killed ...“ He needed to breathe. Teàrlach tried to say something, but John
smacked his face hard in response. Not thinking.
His head got smacked to the side; his hair flew and hung half over his face. He
froze, but didn’t react. Nobody ever did that to him, not even his brother or
someone when he was still human. Some things were done to him in the past, but
no one dared just to hit him. John went on raging.
„And you left. You kicked my ass by rejecting me. And then you trussed me up.
But perhaps I should be happy, because I am sure you might have a torture
chamber in your basement, haven't you?”
“Yes.” Well, what did John expect? Silence again. Teàrlach drove his fingertips
over his face where John had hit him. His eyes were closed. Only then John
realised what he had done and breathed raspy and heavily. Teàrlach moved off
the bed and got the carafe from the cupboard. It was filled with ice-cold
water. John wasn't really wondering how he did that. He remembered something
about minions.
He drank almost all of it down and leant against the headboard again. He closed
his eyes.
„I am sorry, Teàrlach. I didn’t mean to hurt you, both mentally and physically.
I am just so damn tired, sad, hurt and lost.“ His voice left him there. There
were tears behind his eyes and his hands started shaking. Teàrlach now reached
out for him.
“Please, don't cry.” He patted his arm clumsily. And this took John over the
edge. Tears streamed down his face and he clung to the carafe. He couldn't form
any words with sense. He could hear Teàrlach, but didn't understand a single
word of what he said. He felt the carafe being taken away and curled into a
ball on the bed. The shock had finally won over John.
Teàrlach helplessly knelt beside his. He was clueless. What was he supposed to
do? He reached into Johns mind, but found only senseless, blurry some-things.
He only understood, John was not to be left alone.
He left him as he was, fully clothed, but pulled the duvet over both of them.
He then put his arms around him and pulled him close. He was so wrecked, he
didn't respond at all. He just gripped a handful of his shirt and pressed his
forehead against his chest. Teàrlach took the free hand and entwined their
fingers. And then he started to pour some glamour to sooth. And after some
minutes he felt John calm down a bit, the breathing became steadier and the
grips in both his shirt and fingers softened a little. John sighed against his
chest.
***
Very slowly he felt Johns body relax against his. Even though the grip did not
loosen more and the pressure around his fingers still lasted. Teàrlach knew he
had to keep him here. He wasn’t to return ever. Missing in action. Wasn’t it
called that?
John was his soldier. He needed him. He wanted him. He wanted a human with him
being able to fight by his side. And to experience the new world he just lately
decided to explore. He had settled some years ago in this castle, after his
last attempt to flee the coven. On his way he saw more than he would have ever
imagined. So many things had changed since he last tried. He found the castle
empty and at once glamoured the people living close by. These were simple
people, no problem. But the coven followed and soon wrought havoc. In former
years the different governments had covered everything up, but now, during
these modern days, everybody seemed to know everything about everyone in an
instant. He needed protection. He needed someone to know stuff, who was a child
of the present. He also needed a strong one, a male, and a fighter. And then
the camp was set in front of the castle. They looked for whatever was
responsible for the massacres and thought this a good base. He was never that
close to people with modern weaponry, cars and technical stuff before. More
than once he wandered the glamoured camp at night and looked things up.
Observed. And then he found John while searching around. He liked him in an
instant. He was brave, unattached, had a fine muscular body and a strong will.
He was always looking around bemused as if he could sense him.
He would never have thought everything would turn out this way. His powers
released again, his strength superior to everything, everyone, he ever knew,
except maybe the one who taught him.
Of course it had frightened John. It had frightened him. What was he supposed
to do? He pressed his cold forehead against Johns blond hair, listened into his
dreams and felt his blood pulse.
***
John felt very weird coming back to consciousness. All of a sudden he
remembered everything. He eventually loosened his grip and lay on his back, his
eyes still closed. He shivered and steadied his breath. Then he turned his head
and looked up. Their eyes met.
„You are still here.“ Teàrlach tilted his head.
„Where else would I be if not here with you?“ John shrugged.
„After what I did to you, the way I behaved, I really just don’t know. Perhaps
leave the castle? Leave me behind to return to my camp?“
„Your camp has been abandoned after the fight.“
“Did you drain them? Where they too close? Were they all dead?” These were no
questions asked. So he got no answer. Even though, he was quite sure he had
heard them.
„How do you feel? What do you need?“ John was horribly hungry. How long had he
been here?
„You slept for about a day. You were hurt and exhausted.“
„What have you got?“ And then he thought that he had been at his side all the
time while he was in shock.
„Of course. Everything you need. Just name it.“ John was still a bit irritated
by that, these answers to both spoken question and thought. He sat up and
ruffled his hair.
„Coffee, eggs, pancakes, some fruits, juice.“ He swayed to the bathroom and
stuck his head under the water. That was good. He felt better now. He got rid
of his shirt and boots and stared into the mirror, while cleaning up his bloody
face. The gash he suffered from the sorcerer-Colonel was completely gone. He
remembered being licked over the face by the coven’s leader. Didn’t he say
something about a brother? He couldn’t remember properly and wasn’t sure if he
was supposed to ask. Maybe later after he sorted some things out for himself
first.
„What am I supposed to do now? I have to follow the troops. But I don’t want
to. What do I leave behind? I don’t even have a flat somewhere.“ For years he
had been with the army. He did not own things. He had a bank account, though.
He had no real friends. The friends he had died in several wars around the
globe. Wars for oil, wars against terror, whatever.
With Teàrlach by his side, they would never find him, could never sue him
because of AWOL. He made a decision. If he wanted him to stay, he would stay.
He had the best sex ever. With a man. A vampire. A magician. He could give him
what he desired and vice versa. He wanted action, excitement and danger. He
could fight with him and have fun. He would show him the new world. And they
would need a flat screen; soccer season was coming up soon. He grinned thinking
about Teàrlach and him sitting in front of a TV watching crap telly.
He heard Teàrlach talk so somebody. So there had to be minions somewhere. And
then he smelled warm bread, pancakes, fruits and coffee.
He closed his eyes, hands on the sink, and exhaled. He only then realised that
he had provided new towels and a bathrobe. There also was a new cupboard with
all the things a man would need. He smiled.
***
A few days later Teàrlach had provided new clothes and shoes for John. John did
even find the old-fashioned ones attempting, Teàrlach had in his closet. John
assumed they were from a former living-in. But these were too small, old and
dusty unfortunately and he doesn’t know why he still kept them. Sentiment? Who
knew. He didn’t want to ask too many questions right now. But he just loved the
shirts with the laces.
They were sitting in the hall at the big dinner table where only John had
meals. Teàrlach sat on the opposite armchair with his long legs dangling over
the armrest drinking warmed blood from a mug. John had gotten them a microwave
in which Teàrlach quickly learnt how to heat up blood to human body
temperature. He soon found out he liked his 37,8 C°.
“Don't you eat at all?” Teàrlach looked up and watched John shovelling food on
his plate. He smiled.
“I suppose, I could dip something like your favourite Weetabix in the blood to
have more texture. But why should I?” John shrugged.
“Maybe you'd like it?” He threw one in his direction and he snatched it out of
the air. He looked and sniffed at it and then dipped it into his mug. He waited
for a few seconds to have it completely soaked. He then stuck it half way in
his mouth and sucked. John looked at him and saw him closing his eyes. A low
rumble escaped him and he pushed the rest in.
“More?” His hand came up and John threw one more. He finished his meal and took
the glass of wine.
Everything still felt a bit unreal. He was only holding the glass but did not
drink from it. He was just staring into nothing until he heard Teàrlach asking:
“John? Is everything alright?” John blinked and looked directly into his eyes.
He was standing close by, his hand on John's shoulder.
“Yes, it's alright. I am alright. I was just thinking.”
“What? Is it still about our little domestic?” John looked up at him, shaking
his head in disbelief.
“Little domestic? Fuck, Teàrlach, that domestic, as you call it, wasn’t little.
It felt horrible, being rejected like that. I wasn’t stable. What you did and
what I did, that was just not a little domestic.” He put his glass down with a
thud.
“Stop waffling, John. Sort out your thoughts. And then proceed.” His deep voice
going right through his skin and his hand on his shoulder calmed him down. He
took his hand and pressed it against this face.
“Never. Ever. Leave. Me.” He looked him straight in the eyes forming every
single word. “Whatever. You. Are. About. To. Do.” Teàrlach tried to
disentangle, but John held on to him.
“No, Teàrlach, you are going to listen to me now. I am only saying this once. I
will never bring this subject up again. Are you ready to listen to me?” He was
all-serious and somehow Teàrlach felt that, too, and relaxed.
“Yes, John, I am ready.” And he sat down on the carpet in front of John leaning
slightly forward.
“You saved my life. You healed my wounds. You don’t want to feed off me. I do
believe you love me. Even though you left me in an unstable and bad state. I
thought I would die without you. I was terribly afraid and under shock. I also
do understand why you did it. And you did the right thing by tying me up to
distract me. It worked for some time. I am awfully sorry about the fact, that I
hit you. I will never do it again. And then I would have understood, if you had
left the fragile human. Instead you stayed and took care of me. I was not
myself and I am still ashamed of my behaviour. But I am telling you anyway, in
situations like these, in a fight, one doesn’t go out alone. You should have
stayed and waited for me until I was ready again. Nobody could have entered
these rooms. And you could have fed off me. I know you wouldn’t have taken too
much or hurt me a lot or even kill me.” He looked down at Teàrlach and met his
bloody eyes. Tears were running down his face leaving bloody tracks on his
cheeks. His hands were shaking and he was very slowly moving his head from left
to right. John bent down and kissed him on his lips very tenderly. His pulse
was hammering and his heart stumbled by the sight of Teàrlach. He looked so
forlorn. And he hadn’t been ready at all to listen to this.
“John, I …” He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then, with one smooth move he got
up the floor and took John’s face into his hands. He pressed a kiss on his
mouth murmuring:
“I love you …” And then he stormed off.
***
John was left behind, speechless. This had been clearly too much for him. But
he had to let him know about his feelings and about the situation, the little
domestic as he liked to call it.
He had no references to muster his behaviour. He thought he was doing the right
thing by leaving John behind. And John couldn’t blame him for that. He was the
doctor of the two of them at last. Teàrlach didn’t know of people being in
shock or even in love. He just felt unexplained feelings for him. And he copied
other things he had seen.
This wouldn’t be easy to cope with. At first he had to find him. He tried every
single room he knew of the castle. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in their rooms
and he wasn’t in the bailey. He didn’t hear a sound of him and he didn’t answer
his calls. He then remembered about the dungeon. He got his Maglite and opened
the huge door downstairs. Now, this was creepy. It was cold and dark and felt
like a horror film. But that thought was fucking ridiculous, because he was
already living in a horror film somehow.
He carefully climbed down the stairs and repeatedly called his name into the
dark. There was still no reply. He looked behind every single door. He found
torture chambers and cells with chains attached to the wall. A tight knot
formed inside him. Playroom, he thought grinning, must rebuild it some time; if
he would ever find Teàrlach again. He sighed and went on with his search.
After hours of searching and looking he finally found another set of stairs
going even deeper down below. He swallowed and then went down. He found a
single candle placed on a granite sarcophagus with Teàrlach sitting on it
cross-legged. He looked up when John entered the crypt. John just looked
around.
There were old things lying around, books, glasses, clothes and boots. At the
very end he even meant to see some bones. He swallowed dryly and then checked
on him, looked him up and down. He was all dusty and rumpled, his face still
covered with traces of blood left behind from him crying. It looked like he
wallowed in something. John didn’t want to know what, but he seemed to be OK.
“What the fuck are you doing down here? I've been looking for you for hours!”
“Running away from you. Again.” John nodded.
“So I see. But why? And why here?” He made an inviting gesture.
“This was my home for the first decades I stayed in this castle. I didn’t know
how to live properly and nicely.” He shrugged.
“The ones who made me a vampire and magician before never bothered to show me
the things of the real world. I was being kept in dark places.”
“Teàrlach, I had no idea …” He interrupted.
“No, don’t. It took me years to dare going outside not only to hunt but to
look, to experience, to explore the world. But I never left this place.”
“You were scared, they would take you back with them.” He nodded.
“Yes, I was.” John remained silent for some time but then said voice steady:
“Teàrlach, please come up again. I don’t want you down here like a classic
vampire. You need to clean up and get dressed properly again.” He looked at him
closely.
“Please, love, come with me. Don’t hide from me. Don’t run away from me. I
won’t pester you again, I promise.”
“John, you don’t, really. I just don’t know how to handle everything. It’s just
too much for me. Emotions, feelings, power. I am afraid of myself.”
“You are not alone.” Finally he looked up and smiled shyly.
“You do really trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. And that’s why I ask you to not hide behind your magic. Finding you
took me hours.” They locked eyes and Teàrlach relaxed. A minute later he
climbed off the sarcophagus and stood before John who wrinkled his nose.
“You smell bad, please take care of that.” John just turned and didn’t wait for
him. He knew he would follow him upstairs. He supposed this was like having a
child around.
***** Coming Out *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
After that the mood wasn’t as heavy as before. They never brought up the
subject again. John didn’t pester him about his past. And one day they started
exploring the area again.
John never wanted to know how all the stuff got into the castle. Teàrlach had
gotten them gear to explore very thorough. High quality outdoor trousers,
shirts, backpacks, even new weapons, ammo, whatever John would have thought of
if he would have been asked.
He went through the stuff and found matching outfits for both of them. Well,
that would be interesting seeing Teàrlach in these.
“What do you think, John?” John jumped.
“Fuck, Teàrlach, how many times did I ask you not to do this to me?” He was
completely ignored of course.
“Are you pleased with the things I provided for our trip?”
“Trip?” John had thought they were browsing the area. Trip sounded different.
“Yes, John, trip. I wanted to explore and you said “Yes”.”
“What exactly do you want to explore?”
“Scotland.”
“Why?”
“It’s my origin.”
“How do we get there?”
“By plane.”
“Sun?”
“John!!!” He grinned up at him. That would be an interesting trip.
“Travel documents?” And finally he got him. He thought for some seconds, but
then proudly stated.
“We are in the EU. That shouldn’t be a problem. And I have a Visa to buy the
tickets. What else?”
“We do need travel documents, a passport. I can’t use mine, I am AWOL, if
lucky, I am missing in action. And you are a vampire hundreds of years old.
Where are you getting the papers?”
“Think, John. Use your brain. I am able to hypnotize the airport personnel and
I can glamour everybody. And as you know, I am also a strong magician after
all.”
“OK, so far. But what about the Visa?”
“Oh, I took your laptop and set up a bank account by magic.”
“Teàrlach!”
“Don’t be upset, John, I didn’t steal money, I have enough of it.”
“You have to have transferred the money from somewhere. If you still haven't
done it, you have to do it later. Promise me, please?”
“You are upset about me taking the money, but you don’t question the fact that
I altered your laptop by magic?”
“How do you know how to use it at all? No, don’t say it, you watched me”. John
ruffled through his hair and made it all stand up.
“Exactly!” He threw some expensive looking suitcases on the floor beside them
and began packing. He even threw in all the weapons.
“You will be needing gallons of glamour to cover that!” He just shrugged it
off. When he was done, he faced John and came close. John inhaled; he still
found his scent divine.
“We have to get up early tomorrow. We should retire now.” John exhaled slowly
and smirked up at him.
***
They returned to their four-poster bed. Teàrlach shoved John through the room
until he was stopped by the edge. His knees buckled as Teàrlach pushed against
his chest and he fell down on the bed. He tried to get a grip on him, but it
was useless. Instead he was being taken and thrown full body on the duvet. He
looked up and saw him getting out of his shirt by pulling it over the head. His
black denims sat deep on his hips making him look really sexy. John had been
thinking while he was doing some shopping for him.
He then toed his shoes off, which was clearly a thing he watched him do. He
kicked them through the room and jumped over John kissing him deeply. John
slung his arms around his naked shoulders. They rolled over the sheets,
snogging and groping at each other.
“Do you remember what you said the day we don’t want to talk about anymore?”
John was barely able to concentrate, but then remembered himself kneeling on
the bed with this hands tied behind his back. He felt the heat crawling up his
chest and the knot in his abdomen tightened.
“Yes, I do. I said not now.”
“Exactly, John. And?”
“Now?”
“Don’t ask me, John.” His grip became tight and he sucked painfully on his
throat. John moaned and shuddered, but stated clearly:
“Now!” He sucked his lower lip and pulled them back up into a kneeling
position. He looked down at John whose pupils were already dilated. His hands
came down his arms and grabbed his wrists. He then brought them up on John’s
back again. Unable to move John just waited. He began to sweat, beads shone on
his temples.
Teàrlach let go of him and reached for the night-stand to retrieve black-
metallic handcuffs.
“Get off your jumper and turn around for me.” John’s gaze was fixed on the
handcuffs for another second, but then he did as being told.
“Hands on your back.” He just obeyed and felt the cold metal closing around his
wrists. He shuddered and felt goose bumps all over.
Teàrlach started kissing his neck now kneeling close behind him. He placed one
hand on his shoulder and the other tilted his head to the side to expose his
neck fully for his assault. John couldn't but moan and pant. His hands were
into fists. He felt his prick pressing against his pants.
He was trailing kisses over his shoulders and shoulder blades. His hands were
around his torso pressing him against his denims. He sucked at his earlobe and
kissed his jawline. John started to moan loudly as his left hand slid over his
nipple. He pinched it, flicked it and turned it while kissing him. Now John was
starting to twist away from that touch, but Teàrlach held on tight. One arm
around his waist and his mouth with partly ascended teeth on his throat, he
held John still against him while he continued to tease him.
John was picturing this scene in his head and almost got off on it. His cock
was twitching and his moaning became desperate.
“Teàrlach, please! Let me! I want you! Please!”
“So, John, do you? What do you want? Tell me!” And he flicked his other nipple.
“I want you inside me! I want you to stop what you are doing right now.”
“You are still thinking too much. Just enjoy it, John, or do you need more
stimuli?”
“Hm ..?” Most certainly he took that as a “Yes” and brought John down on the
duvet. He sat on his lower back pressing John’s cock almost painfully between
him and the mattress.
“Fuck you!” John shouted with his torso coming up. He gritted his teeth and his
veins on his neck stood out prominently. His shoulder muscles were strained and
the metal of the handcuffs made his wrists sore. He would be having marks.
Teàrlach drove his palms down his spine from his shoulders to his arse. He
trailed some kisses down there, too. John relaxed again and felt the pain in
his nipples subside. He felt him slide down between his legs and he spread them
apart. His hands were under him now and he got his arse up so Teàrlach could
pull down his trousers and pants.
Back in a second he was and put his hands on John’s hips jostling him up.
Without his hands only John’s shoulders and head were holding his weight now
and he groaned deeply. Teàrlach’s thumbs were between his cheeks and John
stilled. He then felt his tongue poking around his hole and his groaning became
desperate moaning. He started wriggling, but just earned a slap against his
thigh.
“Don’t move!” And John obeyed. His eyes were closed and he tried to relax
again. Now his tongue slid all the way inside and moved. Suddenly he had an
image of ascending teeth in his head and he tensed. He only heard a quiet
chuckle.
“Out of my head, you!” Another slap, harder this time, and he was pushed back
on the bed again. John's legs were spread around Teàrlach. His hands were into
fists now as he felt his hands on his cheeks again. He kneaded his arse and
slapped it several times.
“Get on your knees again for me, John.” Again he did as being told and pulled
his knees under. His head came up a bit but was pressed down at once.
“Stay down like this, please.” Oh God, this voice did things to him. He stayed
put. His arse was up and he felt his finger between his cheeks. He tensed up a
bit but a soothing hand was in his hair and on his body. He relaxed when
Teàrlach started to rub over the ring of muscles. He was soon able to press
inside. It burnt, it still did. But he knew it would get better soon enough. He
moved his finger inside him, scratching over sensitive flesh and finally
pressing on his prostate. John's whole body shook.
Teàrlach made it two fingers and spread him open. He pushed into him and
pressed down on his little nub making him groan loudly. He very intensely
finger-fucked him holding him down, so he couldn't move back or come up.
He pulled out with a wet pop and moved up close to his behind. John could feel
his cock touching his cheeks. Then they got pulled apart and the head of his
prick touched his gaping hole.
It was all but one move Teàrlach pulling him up by the handcuffs and pushing
into him. He screamed and threw his head against his naked chest. He didn't
move, but he felt his hand coming up his chest again and tenderly moving over
his nipples. He bit his lips in expectation of more teasing. And he was right
of course. He started to move now and with every thrust Teàrlach pinched or
twisted them vigorously. All this combined brought him closer to orgasm, but he
slowed it down. John tried to push, move up, clawing at his skin with his tied
hands, but he only said:
“What do you want, John? Just tell me!” And his hand slid down.
“I want you! I want more of you! I want all of you! And I want it now!” John
felt his grin behind him. And then he stilled completely. He waited until John
relaxed while holding him still. His orgasm lingered right under the surface.
He panted open-mouthed and flexed his fingers. His wrists hurt and so did his
nipples, but it was feeling so good. And then Teàrlach pushed hard into him
while at the same time he both bit his shoulder and twisted his nipples. John’s
scream could have woken the dead and he came and he rode his orgasm for
minutes.
Some time later he was coming back seeing Teàrlach kneeling beside him on the
mattress massaging his arms. He looked up at him and smiled. He bent down and
kissed him on the lips languidly. Afterwards he pulled him up in a tender
embrace. John’s head lolled and finally landed on his chest. He was tired, sore
and exhausted. And a few seconds later he just fell asleep with his hands
slowly gliding down Teàrlach’s body.
Teàrlach placed him on the mattress and under the duvet and looked at him.
“How did I earn this living being? He loves me so much. He even stayed after I
mistreated him so much.” He shook his head and padded barefoot down to where
John had installed the fridge with his blood supply and the microwave. He
heated up a mug with blood and tried some marshmallows. He saw that on TV and
wanted to try that for quite some time. And he found he liked that, too.
He took the mug and walked up the stairs again. John was fast asleep and he
just sat in front of the fireplace drinking his blood.
***
When John woke up, he felt like coming out of battle. He moaned and stretched
out his arms in front of him. His bones cracked and he sat up. He felt his sore
wrists and saw some bruises. But he also felt he was being taken care of. He
could smell the ointment and he just knew he had massaged his arms when he was
out. He smiled even though his backside still burnt. But it was nothing.
Looking around he found Teàrlach lying on his side in front of the fireplace.
His mug was on the floor beside him, his head rested on his arm and he didn’t
move at all.
John wondered if this was some kind of sleep he hadn’t observed before? He
couldn’t see if his eyes were open or if he was in his non-breathing-mode which
happened often during deep sleep.
John was hungry and he didn’t know how long he had been out. He didn’t want to
call this sleep at all. This had been more than just sleep. He grabbed his
denims and walked down. He prepared some sandwiches and took a beer for
himself. Back upstairs he sat in the armchair in front of the fireplace where
he could watch Teàrlach, who still hadn’t moved an inch.
Outside it was still dark, so they would probably be in time to reach their
flight. John pulled his legs up and under him and looked into the flames. He
was so damn happy and lucky to be here with him. However did this happen? Why
him? He sighed and sipped at his bottle.
He then saw Teàrlach move his long legs a bit. After a few seconds his head
came up and he got up on his elbow. He just moaned and stretched and then
turned on his other side. His eyes found John on the armchair. He settled down
nonetheless.
“Need this now.” Only a murmur and he sank down again. His long hair spread
beautifully on his arm and the floor.
***** Exploring *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Teàrlach’s hands were clutching at his knees and he was moving his head from
right to left and back without stopping. He wore dark sunglasses and had
attracted more attention than John liked. But eventually they made it through
both customs and every other checkpoint on both airports thanks to glamour and
bribe. He needed to think about CCTV and leaving the country when time was up.
And now John was driving the Jeep to their place for the first few nights.
“Teàrlach, come down! What’s wrong with you?” He looked him over once and he
was shifting restlessly.
“I am excited, John. This is amazing!” John was wondering.
“Driving in a car?”
“Yes, obviously! I haven’t done it before!” John shook his head.
“And if I weren't able to drive, how were you planning to get us to the airport
and the mansion?” He shrugged.
“I would have made someone drive.” John winced but did not reply.
“What’s wrong now?”
“You! You need to behave in public!”
“You have to teach me more!”
“Oh, now it’s my fault the guy at customs got hypnotized and started to
depredate the duty- free shop?” Teàrlach sounded amused.
“I was bored.” John sighed and shook his head. He needed to talk to him when
they reached their home.
“Being bored is not an excuse, you know? We will talk about this later.” He
stepped down and the Jeep accelerated quickly. At least that way he could have
some fun, too. Long time driving bored him.
After a few minutes of silence he asked:
“How long?” Teàrlach looked outside and shook his head.
“We should have arrived by now, it is already dark.” John laughed out loud.
“Sunglasses, you git!” Teàrlach’s hand moved quickly up and then stuck them
onto his head moving back his hair while doing so. John looked and kept just
staring.
“Eyes on the street, John! On! The! Street!” Teàrlach shouted and John yanked
the wheel back to the right just barely not scraping the wildly honking lorry.
“Sorry, sorry. Don’t just be so … so sexy.” And he grinned touching John’s
inner thighs just so.
“Should us take no more than 15 minutes from now on. If we don’t make it into
the ditch before.” John just mumbled something and kept his eyes straight.
***
Soon they reached their destination. An old mansion Teàrlach had come up with
as his. When he drove up and parked in front of the door he leaped out and just
stood there looking. John waited to see what he would do, but nothing went on.
He took part of their luggage and pushed him forward.
He took the key and opened the huge front door. Inside everything had been
cleaned due to their arrival, a fire was burning and the covers had been taken
away from all the furniture. There was a note on the coffee table in the hall
saying “Fridge has been stocked and so has the bar. Have a good time.”
Teàrlach moved up the rounded stairs and waved John to follow him. He dropped
the suitcase and bag and moved along. Upstairs they stood in front of a nice
sleeping-room with a fire burning inside. He looked down at John asking:
“Do you like it?” John looked around wondering why he cared.
“It’s nice.” He let a few seconds pass.
“And you have been here, haven’t you?”
“Yes, a long time ago. There were no cars then and no electricity. But the
mansion was the same.” John felt his fingers on his shoulder lightly shaking.
“You were not alone back then.” He just stated a fact. And was right about it.
“No, I wasn’t. I thought we would be safe here. But we weren’t.” He closed his
eyes.
“What happened?” John did not touch him yet; he just waited what would happen.
“I loved him and took him in. I think he loved me, too. At that time everything
was developing very slowly. We haven’t had any experience with the sex thing.
We just felt good being with each other. We were just touching, no more. Just
if you were wondering. And then my brother found out and killed him after
making me watch him being tortured. I wasn’t that skilled back then as I am
now, that’s why I couldn’t overpower him and the coven. I had some strength,
but I didn’t know how to use it. That’s why he could take me. And because of
her. The Goddess.” He paused and stared into nothing.
“He didn’t want me to engage with humans. He just wanted me to feed on them and
kill them. And he made me drink his blood. Afterwards I was just paralysed and
he took me into custody at his place. I spent many years in a dungeon with
chains and other restraints on me. I almost starved given only the smallest
amount of blood. He wanted me to long for it and never touch a human soul
again.”
“God, Teàrlach why haven’t you told me before? I didn’t now. I am so sorry! I
…”
“It was a long time ago, John. I just wanted to let you know.”
“ I don’t know what to say, Teàrlach.” John folded his arms around his waist
and pulled him close. His arms didn’t return the favour and John let go.
“I need some time to adjust, John. I will be back.” And he left. John was still
standing in front of that room thinking.
“He has to talk to me about this. I just need to know. I don’t know what to do
now. Why the hell did he return to this damn place anyway?” He sighed and
walked back to retrieve the rest of their luggage.
Teàrlach meanwhile wandered the premises and looked around. Everything had
changed. There were new buildings and everything. But some of the very old
trees were still there.
“Samhain.” He smiled and remembered cheerful times hundreds of years ago.
***
John had unpacked their things in the meantime and patiently rummaged through
the kitchen and its supplies. He made himself supper and was wondering what he
was doing outside.
He was pouring himself a malt, when he scented him.
“You are back”. And he turned around looking him up and down.
“Obviously. Pour me some, too, will you?” He gave him his and poured another
one.
“Here you go”. They both drank and silence crept into their being together.
“You don’t need to worry about me, John, I am fine.”
“Are you, then?” He nodded.
“Yes. I was thinking about the past. I had good times. I had bad times. I had
horrible times. But they are past me now. Now is you and me, John.” He drank
down the rest of his malt and bent down for a coy kiss.
“I am happy to hear that, Teàrlach. I didn’t know what to do up there. I am
glad you could cope. And if you wish, you can talk to me. Any time.”
“Thank you, John.” He whispered and pulled him into his arms, his face buried
in John’s neck. He hugged him once and then poured both of them another shot.
They sat in front of the fireplace for some time and John fell asleep. Teàrlach
read one of John’s crime thrillers when he suddenly heard John groan loudly. At
once he was beside him and looked down.
John was still sleeping but having a nightmare. Teàrlach hadn’t seen something
like that before and was wondering about what to do. He decided to watch for a
few minutes to see if it would get better eventually.
But it didn’t. John shifted restlessly, completely wound up and sweaty. A
scream pore out of him, shrill and long, and Teàrlach stared in shock. But then
he took hold of his shoulders and shook him firmly. John was ramrod in his arms
and didn’t wake up.
“John!” He shouted at him and shook him more forcefully. When nothing helped he
slapped him in the face twice. That woke him up. He grabbed at Teàrlach’s hand
and arm and panted loudly. He shook his head frantically and tried to adjust.
And then he relaxed feeling glamour being poured over him. He slid down from
the armchair and dropped down on his knees in front of Teàrlach.
“Oh God, I am so sorry. I had a nightmare.”
“What do you need?” He looked up.
“Just being close to you.” And he pulled him to his feet and helped him up to
their room. There he undressed him and poured him some water. He went under the
shower with him and John just let everything happen. Finally he draped the
duvet over both of them and pulled him close to his body. Kissing his head he
said:
“Are you feeling better now?” He nodded.
“Were you afraid of being left alone again?” He nodded again.
“You know, this is ridiculous. I am here with you. Come and rest now.” John
looked into his eyes.
“It was different from before. I dreamt your brother was still alive and came
back to haunt you, haunt us. He stuck me into a cell and took you away from
me.”
“My brother won’t harm us ever again.”
“But you never told me, if he is dead.”
“He probably isn’t. He is afraid of me by now. After the fight with the
sorcerer-Colonel he must have realized I hold more power than him.”
“So you talked to him?” He shook his head.
“No, I heard him screaming after I pulled magic from the power off the earth.
His coven is no more than a pile of dust. He is alive, if you can call it so.
He was somewhere in the area back then, and I would sense it, if he were here.
So please don’t worry about him.” John snuggled closer and tried to relax. The
pictures in his head were still vivid, when he touched Teàrlach. He murmured
things into his ear and stroked over his back. And John fell asleep.
***
The next morning he woke up with a terrible headache. He felt beside him, but
the bed was empty. On the night-stand was water and aspirin. He smiled about
the thoughtfulness Teàrlach sometimes showed. He listened, but didn’t hear a
thing. His stomach rumbled so he got up and showered. He put on some old
fatigue and shirt and padded downstairs.
Teàrlach turned around. His hair was into a not so neat ponytail and the
kitchen counter was a mess. And so was he actually.
“John, you are awake. I am making you breakfast!” John looked sort of dumb at
the chaos around, but didn’t say anything. Instead he looked at Teàrlach’s hair
and down his body. Only then he realized he only wore boxers.
“I am excited, you know. Please proceed.” And he leant on the counter still
looking and feeling hotter and hotter every second.
He was given a cup of coffee and tried it carefully. It was good. He wondered
if someone else had made it. But if so, they would have made breakfast, too. He
watched him then batting eggs violently. And he just loved it. He smiled at him
while looking with his head into his palms on the counter.
“Do you think me funny, John?”
“No, I love you!” He watched him heat the pan and pour the eggs into it. It
actually smelled rather nice and he got up just to be sure of the time.
He devoured everything Teàrlach sat before him. He was over the fact being
watched while having meals. He watched him dipping Weetabix into his blood.
“Did you set up any traps?” He looked up crunching.
“By magic, you mean?” John nodded.
“Against intrusion by anyone. Your brother, armed forces or some other sorcerer
looking for whatever power items you might possess.”
“Are you wondering?”
“Yes, I am. I need to know what to expect. I need to find ways to cope with
that and fight with what chances I have.”
“You are saying we should try to find out, if my brother or even the sorcerer-
Colonel has survived?”
“That’s exactly what I am saying.”
“That doesn’t sound too absurd. How do you think we can accomplish that?” John
got up and started pacing around.
“I am glad, you are asking. I was afraid you were against it.”
“How could I be against it? If we are going into that, it will calm you down.
You also need some action and I know that. So we are going to have some.” He
shrugged and finished his blood. And John was sort of pissed.
“This is not just about me, you know?” Teàrlach looked up.
“But of course it is. If it weren’t entirely for me, I wouldn’t care. I do
possess absolute power and I can fight everyone. I wouldn’t have to act out of
consideration for you.” John thudded his mug on the table and got up.
“Are you saying you are acting out of pity?” His words came out cold and
Teàrlach looked up sensing that again he had acted wrong in some way.
“I am just stating the facts, John.” Carefully chosen words, but they didn't
make it better since John simply left. On the way out he grabbed his jacket and
got into the boots near the door. His car-keys were still in his pocket.
“John? Where are you going?” He called after him, but got no reply. John just
jumped into the car and raced off wheels spinning.
***
“What is he thinking about me?” John shook his head staring in front of him.
“What the fuck am I to him? A damn pet?” He turned the music on listening to
some Rammstein tunes.
“And what if they are still alive? One day they will have recovered and come
for us. And maybe he will survive, but what about me?”
Suddenly he felt his presence meaning he still was too close.
“Don’t go away, John, please.” John hit the wheel hard with both hands.
“Out of my head! The pathetic pet needs a time out!” He screamed loudly. He
heard him breathing inside his head and then he was gone.
***
Teàrlach left him alone. He did retreat at once after John’s words. He was
standing under a huge tree. His body shook, he cried silently and tears were
running down his cheeks. He sobbed violently clawing at the tree bark and
ripping pieces off of it.
“Why can’t I do it right? I try so hard, but I fail all the time. I try to be
honest, but it is not right. I am telling him what I feel, it’s not right
either. What am I supposed to do?” Anger boiled up in him. His emotions crushed
over him and he couldn't cope. He hadn't been interacting for hundreds of
years. He hadn't been that close to another human for hundreds of years. It was
just too much. His thirst for the real thing became a powerful need. And then
he smelled humans and shortly after heard their voices. His head snapped into
their direction and he saw people appear. At once he put a shield up not to be
seen. He just watched them approach. Two people, a couple obviously, with
backpacks and in hiking gear. Teàrlach could smell their sweat and their blood.
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking.
***
He jumped out of the trees right in front of them. He paralysed him and
hypnotized her. He got to her throat at once and bit right into it. His fangs
were fully ascended. He moved his mouth quickly from side to side to open the
cuts some more. Blood was gushing out of her right into his mouth. Some spilled
aside and he didn’t care at all. When he felt her heart pumping slowly, he
stopped and just dropped her to the ground. She would survive.
The man still stood there staring completely paralysed. He looked from his
girl-friend to Teàrlach and back.
Teàrlach in the meantime wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and smirked.
Then he turned his attention to the guy and repeated his actions. When
completely full, he once belched loudly and dropped him on the ground, too.
Both of them wouldn’t remember him.
Returning to the mansion, he went into their sleeping room and lay down at
once. John wasn’t back yet and he was so exhausted. He didn’t bother cleaning
himself up. He closed his eyes and just waited.
***
After hours John finally returned to the mansion. Two miles before he got into
a police control point. He told them where he was staying and somehow that was
enough.
“What happened?” He asked the officer waiting to be waved through.
“A couple has been attacked during their hike through the woods. Not so far
from the mansion you are staying, so please be careful around there.”
“Are they alive?”
“Barely. Somebody almost crushed their throats and blood spilled all over the
place.” John paled.
“Please go on now, Sir.” John drove the last miles to their mansion and was
worried to pieces. Had he been right? Was his brother back? He stormed inside
and upstairs.
It took him some seconds to really see what he saw. Teàrlach’s hands, arms and
face were covered in blood. He was on his side resting his head on his arm. His
hair was a mess; he was reeking of dirt, iron and mud.
John was afraid to approach him. He knew it hadn’t been his brother. It had
been him. But he had to know what happened after he left. He had to understand
and do something. Whatever.
“Teàrlach, love, can you hear me?” He sat beside him on the bed.
“You are back.” A simple fact he stated and no emotion could be heard in the
words.
“Yes, I am. I will always be.” His eyes were still closed.
“So why did you leave at all?”
“I was kicked in the balls by your words. I needed some time alone to think.”
“Think about what exactly?” He now looked up and John’s look became petrified.
“Us. My status in our relationship. You.” He swallowed and his next words came
out hoarse.
“What about your eyes?” They were dark red.
“There’s nothing wrong with them. They are always like that after having a
proper meal.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I was terrified about you leaving. I was desperate. I was thinking of what I
have done wrong again and couldn’t find any conclusion.”
“God, I know you are trying to be honest. But sometimes you just miss to
understand. You are stating the facts. Which are true, of course. But you make
them sound bad. Fuck, I don’t know, how to explain this to you.” He wiped over
his eyes being completely exhausted.
“I was very angry, too. I just felt the raw need. I tried not to kill them.”
“Well, you didn’t. I talked to the police when I was stopped at a control
point. Of course they are looking for the potential killer.”
“Lucky me, then.”
“Please, Teàrlach.” He felt tears welling up and tried to swallow his sadness.
“Please what, John? What else do you want from me? I am trying so hard, it
hurts sometimes. And I am never ever doing it right. You are never really
pleased with my behaviour. Perhaps I should be living in a tomb somewhere where
I don’t bother anyone.” And with these words he threw himself on his other
side.
John lightly touched his waist and earned a jerk. He bit his lip not to burst
into tears. He got up and left their sleeping room.
He knew there were other rooms. He took his stuff and moved into one bedroom
right on the other side of the aisle. He closed the door and crawled under the
duvet. He fell asleep.
***
He woke up to a horrible nightmare of which he couldn’t really remember
anything after waking up. He was sweating and panting and his throat was
hoarse. He felt beside him but Teàrlach wasn’t there with him. He coughed and
sat up in bed. He needed to shower. He went into the bathroom and drank
directly from the tap. He then decided taking a bath instead. He soaked deep
into it and tried to relax and get rid of the shaking.
Afterwards he went downstairs and lit the fire once again. He poured himself a
drink and sat in an armchair in front of it. Teàrlach was nowhere to be seen or
heard.
“What am I supposed to do? How can I ever do this right? Perhaps I need to buy
books about human behaviour and psychology? I want to help him, but I don’t
know what to do. I don’t want to leave him, but what if I have to? That would
destroy him for sure. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t let me leave?” He sighed and
poured himself another drink.
“Where are you anyway? I miss you. I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. I
don’t want you to think that I believe you are not good enough for me. You will
learn by time, there will be enough to go through it all. It’s just not so easy
for me, too. I am not a teacher of human behaviour or manners 101. And I have
feelings, too. Whom am I talking to anyway?” He pulled his feet under and held
on to his drink with both hands. His eyes were closed and his head rested
against the back of his chair.
He scented him even before he heard him. He approached slowly and carefully as
if not to scare him. He stood beside him but didn’t look at him.
John very carefully took his hand and moved his thumb over it. This time he
didn’t jerk away from him. Instead he knelt down beside his armchair and rested
his head on his legs. John touched his head and stroked his hair.
“I am glad you are here”. No answer was given, but he pushed into John’s hand.
John knew he was feeling self-conscious, so he didn’t force him to do anything.
He just felt happy and tried to show him.
“This place is haunted. Could we please leave very early tomorrow?” Teàrlach
murmured into John’s lap.
“I agree. And we can leave whenever we want, even now.” And now he looked up at
John.
“But I can’t drive and you are not supposed to after having several drinks.”
“You could make the car drive, you know?” And he smirked at him. A soft smile
was showing.
“I thought, you didn’t like me altering things by magic?”
“Normally that’s right, but it always depends.”
“That’s what I don’t understand!” Some stiffness had returned to his body.
“And that’s why I am trying very hard to explain everything very clearly from
now on.”
“So?”
“Look at me, please.” He turned around and looked up at John. His eyes were
back to whatever colour they were and he was almost his normal self.
“By altering the car so we can drive away won’t harm anyone. Altering the
laptop to create a bank account with stolen money was criminal.”
“What I did outside was criminal even though I didn’t kill them.”
“Yes, because you hurt and scared them.”
“They won’t remember me.”
“They will remember what had been done to them, but not who did it. That’s not
the same.”
“You are saying, I could have messed up their brains better?”
“No, I am saying you shouldn’t have done it at all.”
“I thought you were leaving me alone. I didn’t understand why you were so
upset. What I did understand was the phrase “pet”. I don’t understand what made
you think that way. You are not my pet. You are my lover, my man, my
everything. And you are not pathetic, by the way.”
“Could you just try to think before you speak?” John smiled up at him.
“I can do that”. He pulled very carefully at his arm and he got the hint. They
were facing each other and finally John made the move knowing that he was the
one to forgive. And he forgave.
***
They ended up kissing and groping in front of the fireplace. Teàrlach pressed
his face between John’s neck and shoulder.
“I thought I had lost you.”
“I am not that easy to get rid of.” He pulled at some strands of his hair and
looked at him.
“Be assured I will be staying; even if I might get angry sometimes or run
around like a madman. At the end I will be back. Just promise me the one thing:
Don’t ever do again what you did, OK?”
“I know that was stupid. And I do promise it.”
“You know what you could have, if you are yearning for human blood, don’t you?”
“John, I told you before, I won’t feed on you!” John kissed him.
“No, no. I am talking blood bank or butcher.”
“I am doing butcher already. It’s just not the same. What’s blood bank though?”
“People donate their blood to hospitals for emergency or operations. They keep
it cold until it is needed. I am sure you could get someone to give you some by
bribing him. Or whatever you do with him.”
“And that would be the right thing to do because ..?” John grinned.
“I am getting to the point, Teàrlach, really. There are things we have to take
care of in the freest way. And there are things just not to be done at all.”
“Let’s do other things”. He pulled John up and against him kissing him. His
tongue was moving languidly inside his mouth and over his teeth. John felt very
relaxed and just held on to him. He was full of relish.
In no time he undressed both John and himself and was over him. John felt like
he was being worshipped. His touches were tender while he was moving south.
John started to moan and wriggle. He spread his legs when Teàrlach touched his
prick. His hips came up almost on autopilot. He felt hair falling over his
stomach and very shortly after he was being taken in his mouth. He felt the
sudden suction and moaned louder. His hand was pulling his hair and his other
was entwined with his. Teàrlach worked him over like no one ever had before.
Suddenly he stopped and turned them around. John looked worried.
“Top me today, John, please. No preparation needed. Just do it. Now.” John had
never topped him before, but he took this as some sort of present. He knelt
between his spread legs and thought it over. Then he pulled one of his legs
around his waist and the other one over his shoulder. He swallowed and pushed
carefully in. He heard him moan and felt the heated clenching. He pulled him
closer and up on his thighs. He leaned forward and started moving carefully. It
felt so hot and good.
John held his hips while he shoved his second leg up to get a better angle. His
long legs were folded on his back. And that was it, the perfect angle. Teàrlach
bucked and shouted his name while clawing on the floor.
John finally found a rhythm which seamed to please him. They kissed again.
“Harder, John! God, faster! Come on, give it to me!” And that was it then.
Remembering their first time, John sped up and roughed house. They both
screamed their lungs out when they came and John just laid put. He was shaking,
but felt extremely dazed at the same time. Teàrlach’s hands came around him and
lifted him up, out and to his side. Both of them were covered in cum and so was
the floor.
Teàrlach got up and found his trousers. John watched him getting dressed.
“Why are you getting dressed now?” He leant on his elbows.
“We should shower before leaving, you know?” Teàrlach looked down his chest
covered in cum and twirled a finger over his skin. Then he stuck it into his
mouth and sucked it clean.
“You are right, this would take too long.” He shot John a wicked grin and left
a breathless John behind. A few minutes later he heard the voice from above.
“After you are done showering, we are going to leave and I will be altering the
car. You can sleep while I watch the way.”
“Our luggage?”
“Quick thing”. He shrugged and got up yawning wildly. He went to the second
room and took his things. He had all his things packed when Teàrlach returned.
“I am just getting your stuff now”.
“OK, I will leave a note for the janitor and his wife, so they are not worried
about our early leave.” John nodded approvingly.
“Where are we going to?”
“I don’t know actually. I just don’t want to stay here anymore. It wasn’t a
very good idea. It triggered too many things. We need something new.”
“Maybe a nice B&B?”
“Sounds good!”
***** Power Shifts *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
He stared down on the corpses of both the janitor and his wife. They couldn’t
tell him what he needed to know, but he killed them anyway. It was much needed
fun and distracted him from his earlier failures. He had made her watch her
husband being raped and bleed to death. And besides, she had been a nice-to-
have pleading and begging for their lives until it was only hers. He just
tortured and killed her since he didn't do women.
He adjusted his clothes and washed his hands and face. Slowly he came down from
his high. The magic pulsed through him and he felt the power. This had been
fantastic. He had also felt his Goddess being pleased which pleased him, too.
He had been just one day late. They had just left for a yet unknown
destination. Now he took the time to find Teàrlach’s brother. He knew he would
be alive and hiding somewhere. Only his coven had crumbled to dust, but he had
been too strong. He was badly hurt though, hurt and burnt, but still alive. He
felt it. He had followed the couple first but then had sensed him, too.
The sorcerer-Colonel put up a shield around the mansion so he could stay there
and didn’t attract any unwanted attention. He heard of the two hikers and was
wondering whose doing that had been. He knew his brother still would have been
too weak.
He sat in front of the fireplace throwing his runes. After some hours of
witchcraft, spells and blood, of which he had enough now, he had finally found
Larkin, Teàrlach’s brother. He wasn’t that far away hiding in a cave. He was
craving blood, so the sorcerer-Colonel took some of Teàrlach’s left-overs out
of the fridge and went to see him.
***
John fell asleep in the Jeep at once. Teàrlach guided the car through the night
and into the morning. They reached a small village and he found a B&B. He left
John in the car sleeping and entered the cottage. Huge stones made into a wall
surrounded it. Lots of flowers were planted or in pots on the windowsill. It
looked nice and he liked it a lot. He entered the building through the front
door willing to do the normal stuff. He had power, he could do that.
“May the force be with you”, John would have said. And of course had to
explain. Some weird pop-culture reference, but he got it at last. He liked the
films, too. He could imagine himself very well with a light-sabre, since he had
been very good with swords.
He stood in front of the reception desk and waited patiently. He could see a
woman being busy in the guest part serving breakfast, but she had seen him
already and waved at him.
Finally she rushed behind the counter and looked questioningly at him. At least
he knew his manners, so he said:
“Good morning to you! I wish to rent a room for two for about a week or so.”
She looked him up and down and he was wondering why. She smiled.
“We only have our honeymoon-room free. It is the most expensive one, but very
nice and cosy. It has an ensuite and a balcony facing the Loch.”
“We will take it. Do you need an advance payment?”
“A fifty would be rather convenient, thank you.” He stuck his hand into his
trousers and put some notes on the counter. She took a fifty-pound note and
returned the rest.
“Would you like to have breakfast?” He nodded.
“My friend would surely like. I will go and get him and our luggage. Is there a
place for the car?” She showed him the parking lot behind the house and gave
him the keys for the room.
“Thank you very much, dear.” She openly smiled then and he was very pleased
with his actions.
He went back to their car and drove it around into the parking space. He looked
at John who was still sleeping like a baby under his seatbelt. He decided to
wake him, because he just couldn’t carry him around. Even he knew that would be
kind of weird in a public place.
“John, wake up! We are here!” And he poked him firmly into his side. He jerked
and lazily opened his eyes.
“What? Where?” Teàrlach shrugged.
“No idea at all, but it is very nice. I got us a room.” John got up looking
around.
“Really?”
“Yes, I can do that. And I was very successful talking to a strange woman. She
wasn’t upset afterwards, didn’t run away or threw insults at me”.
“Well, then it was a success. Great job done, you!” And he gave him a smile.
They both took their luggage and entered through the back door up the stairs.
And then they stood in the doorway looking into a so much romantic room, they
almost became sick of it. Floral designs were all over the place and pink was
the main colour followed by red. There were fluffy cushions and blankets
everywhere, but it had a fireplace at last.
“Now, she said something about the honeymoon-room.”
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t swear all the time and tell me to be nice, John.”
“Honeymoon?” But he smiled all over. And then they entered the room unpacking
their stuff and toeing off their boots. Teàrlach stepped barefooted on the
balcony to look at the Loch and the wind blew through his hair.
“Lucky you!” A voice said beside John and he turned around taken aback.
“Isn’t he just a cupcake, is he, love?” He shot her an amused look but grinned
all over.
“I am quite sure, he was never called that name in his lifetime”.
“And such a charming and polite one, too”.
“Was he then?” He must have tried really hard or had just taken on the
observations he made of John flirting with people.
“Yes, absolutely. I was just up to ask if you would come down for breakfast or
would like to have it up here?”
“Up here would be really fantastic.” John said and she petted his arm while
leaving. Now Teàrlach turned around and stepped back in.
“Why did I have the impression you could hardly believe her? And cupcake?
What’s that?”
***
The sorcerer-Colonel walked through the woods towards the cave he had located
earlier. He needn’t concentrate too much, which left him thinking of the recent
events.
“I hate him and his little live-in-pet! I will kill both of them; I don’t know
which one first! He pulled the god-damn power off the earth! I couldn’t fucking
believe it! He took me by surprise and was able to smash me through his bloody
castle's walls. And the book was gone, I must have lost it during the fight and
he must have found it. Fuck, I had to crawl away from his castle to find
shelter. Lucky me, there were some soldiers too close to it, too curious. So I
killed them, donated their blood to my vicious Goddess and healed. He will so
pay for that humiliating disaster of mine!” He stomped between the trees,
kicked against boles and even fired lightning at some animals. That made him
feel partly better.
And suddenly there was a voice.
“You, sorcerer?” He stopped and looked around.
“Yes, me, vampire without a coven. Where is your bloody cave?” He heard a
snarl.
“Few steps north. Did you bring blood?”
“Yes, I took it from your brother's supplies.”
“Did you finally kill him?”
“No, I missed him and his plaything by just one day.” And with that he reached
the entrance. He brushed away the bushes and entered. Darkness didn’t matter
and he could see Larkin sitting on the floor resting his back against the damp
rocks. He looked up at him and the sorcerer-Colonel threw him the bags. He
grabbed the first with shaking hands and violently ripped it open with his
fangs. The slurping sounds were disgusting, even to the Colonel. He finished
three bags until he felt better. He would need more, but now we was able to
provide that himself.
“Thanks a lot, sorcerer.” He nodded.
“I want your help.”
“Of course you do.” They faced each other and finally the sorcerer-Colonel sat
on a rock.
“They didn’t leave a note where they were going and the janitor didn’t know
shit. I killed them.”
“But you could find them, couldn’t you?”
“Of course, I am going to perform a spell and know.”
“Very well then. You are going to perform your spell and I am going to hunt.”
“When will we meet again?”
“I will come back to the mansion tonight. This one triggers nice memories”. He
chuckled darkly and after having seen the questioning look, he told him what he
had done to Teàrlach’s first live-in.
“Now, that was nice for sure!” He was excited. Performing the spell inside a
house where someone had been brutally and slowly tortured to death was even
better. He could use that.
They both left the cave.
***
After John had wolfed down his breakfast they went down to the Loch. They stood
at the shores and looked over the water.
“It’s breath-taking, isn’t it?” John said. Teàrlach nodded, but seemed to be
bothered.
“What’s wrong, love?” He looked at him and gently touched his back.
“I don’t know, John. I tried to reach the mansion to check if we had left some
gear behind, I wasn’t sure I grabbed everything dangerous. There was no mailbox
and the janitor didn’t answer the phone or called back.”
“Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing”.
“Yes, probably”. But it didn’t sound convinced. John moved closer and leaned
against his side. Teàrlach sighed and kissed the top of his head. He finally
put his arm around John’s shoulder and hugged him close. John moved with the
hug and pressed against his chest.
“I have a bad feeling.” John tensed.
“About what? Us? Me?” He was petted on the back.
“No, of course not. About the things you said. About setting up traps for the
sorcerer-Colonel and Larkin, my brother. What if you were right and they are
not dead? They would seek revenge. They wouldn’t only kill, but torture
endlessly. Probably Larkin would turn you. I don’t know what to do right now.”
“You think he went after the janitor and his wife?” Teàrlach nodded.
“I am afraid so”.
“We need to kill both of them.”
“I need to kill both of them. They are dangerous.”
“I am dangerous, too.”
“I don’t want to sound impolite, John, but you are neither sorcerer or
vampire.”
“You are stating facts, as usual, but it’s OK, don’t flinch. But I can’t just
hide under a rock at the Loch.”
“But I want you to”. He held him very tight and John winced.
“Let go, you are hurting me”. He pressed a kiss against his forehead.
“I am sorry”. He crossed his arms before this chest and stared at the Loch.
“Don’t be stubborn, please. I will do what I can. I could do research,
strategy, planning, getting the gear ready.” Teàrlach looked down and smiled.
“OK, that’s fine. You could do all this inside a nice little shelter.”
“You are not withstanding, are you?” He shook his head.
“No way.”
“OK then. I will first find a shelter for me.” They slowly walked back to their
room.
“We should probably leave earlier as planned again to not harm people.”
“We left the mansion early and probably harmed people.”
“Teàrlach, we couldn’t know that. Let’s be realistic. I think we are safe for
two more days. Let’s enjoy ourselves as long as we can.”
“But you will start researching, right?” John nodded.
“Yes, I will find myself a safe place to hide, be well assured.”
“I think that’s called sarcasm, isn’t it?” But he smiled gently.
***
Larkin and the sorcerer-Colonel had met in the mansion and the vampire had
shown him the hidden basement-chamber. There were still dark marks both on the
wall and floor. The sorcerer-Colonel got excited and placed all his stuff on
the floor.
“This will work nicely, I think.” He looked at Larkin.
“Please don’t watch me, there is still some blood left in the fridge.”
“Fridge my arse.” Larkin said but left. He hated modern amenities. He hated the
fact how well his brother worked with this kind of shit. OK, he had help, but
he had a coven once. He had his brother once. He would regain that power again.
Upstairs he opened the fridge and ripped open a bag. It was way too cold, but
he didn’t know what the white thing beside was with a post-it saying “Heat up
to 37 °C".
“That’s body temperature. Can this thing heat it up? Is it some sort of oven?”
He was clueless and decided not to take a risk. He could ask the sorcerer
later, who would probably laugh, but it was all for the blood, wasn’t it? He
needed to build up strength, so he could create a new coven.
He stepped over the corpses in the hall and climbed up the stairs. He stood in
the door to Teàrlach’s room. His memories were also triggered, but in a good
way. He smiled evilly and imagined the whole thing again. Only now it was John
being tortured with Teàrlach watching.
But then it hit him. He could make John a vicious vampire. Yes, that’s it. He
would turn him, give him only the tiniest amount of blood and watch his hunger
rise. What a fine vampire he would make. He killed before, he knew that much.
He was a soldier. Even though, he had shown deep fear when being threatened in
front of the castle back in Romania, but back then he just was a human dealing
with the strangest things. So his reaction to the threats were quite
understandable. The sorcerer had fiddled with his brain which Larkin actually
found rather impressive. Not that he would have admitted this. But he found his
skills amenable.
Pleased with his decision he went outside to the same trees Teàrlach had leant
against.
“Samhain.” He whispered into the night, but the manic smile showing on this
face was because of different memories than his little brother held.
“Oh, my Goddess, why don’t they worship you anymore? Why don’t they believe?
But I do, Goddess-mine. And I swear to you, I will bring Teàrlach back where he
belongs! I will bring him to you and he will stand before you at the altar of
Tara surrounded by the dolmens! And I will give you his lover, of course! I
will let you decide if he is to be made a vampire or to be left human, but
somehow I know what you would decide!” And he chuckled madly between the trees.
***
Meanwhile the sorcerer-Colonel had performed his spell and knew at least the
direction the rotten leech and his pet went. That must be enough for now. He
got up and started looking for Larkin, who just happened to come back into the
house.
“Did you promise what I think you did to our Goddess?” He smiled.
“Of course, sorcerer, of course. Was she helpful? Could you track them down?”
“Yes, we could leave now. I have a car outside and while going after them we
could find you a snack to start building a coven.”
“Nice idea, sorcerer, very nice! By the way, do you have any other needs we
could concentrate on before leaving?” The sorcerer-Colonel was taken aback by
that question. Did he say what he just said? Larkin smirked.
“What?” The sorcerer-Colonel just looked clueless. Larkin stepped into his
personal space. He was taller than him.
“You know exactly what I was saying. And?” He placed his hands on his shoulders
and pulled him against his body.
“We will make time for that! God, I haven’t … Let’s go!” And he just grabbed
the hems of the dirty shirt Larkin was wearing and ripped it off of him. Larkin
returned the favour. He pressed his mouth on the other man’s lips and was
welcomed. Teeth were crashing together and tongues were moving for dominance.
Larkin was of course way stronger and dominated every kiss and every single
step by now and he just enjoyed giving in and let go. They moved through the
hall and he almost fell over the corpses, but Larkin lifted him up and floated
over them.
“Wow, leech, I am impressed!” He felt teeth sinking into his shoulder and he
shouted.
“Don’t call me a leech, sorcerer!” And he licked the blood off his shoulder
closing the wounds he had torn into his flesh. This had felt a bit too good.
The sorcerer closed his eyes with delight. He was shaking all over.
They stared into each other’s eyes until Larkin just grabbed him and ran
upstairs. His speed was non-natural and the sorcerer became almost light-
headed. He was thrown on the bed and Larkin hovered above him showing his
fangs.
The sorcerer was excited and it obviously showed. Larkin grinned.
“How do you want it? Not that I care a lot, but let’s hear it anyway!” Grinning
greedily he straddled him and rutted against his thigh. He panted heavily and
closed his eyes.
“Whatever you like, I take it! Just do it!” And he scratched down his chest
with his fingernails, twisted his nipples violently, leaving bloody trails on
him.
“You asked for it!” He tore off his trousers and pants. He parted his legs
rudely and shoved his knees up against his shoulders. He grabbed his wrists
tightly and pressed them beside his head on the mattress. Without any
preparation he pressed against his hole staring into his eyes. He saw no fear,
only lust and want, and pushed inside with one single move. Both of them
screamed their lungs out.
***
After hours of brutal fucking the sorcerer showed Larkin how to work the
microwave. He was still shaking, but felt extremely well shagged. They would
make a proper team, had already their Goddess in common. They would need to
talk about it. Larkin stared at his heated blood and the sorcerer looked
through the cupboards until he finally found some chocolate. Calories and
sweet. They looked at each other and grinned.
“So, what are we up to now?” Larkin asked himself loudly.
“Hm, finding them, bringing Teàrlach back, me turning his pet after torturing
him, getting your book back. Kill some people, form my new coven. Have fun! Oh,
sorcerer, I am glad you found me! This is heaven!” He danced around the counter
holding his mug and looked like an insane. His fangs were all out and his hair
fell openly down.
“Hell, you look sexy!” Admiring the view the sorcerer bit pieces of chocolate
off and felt his cock stir again. He palmed himself and Larkin stopped moving.
“I can feel your blood pulsing, sorcerer. Don’t hold back and come over here.”
He downed his blood and leant against the counter.
Greedily the sorcerer opened Larkin's trousers and pulled them down. He knelt
on the floor in front of Larkin and placed his hands on top of the counter
beside his hips. Larkin was nailed to the ground when he licked his prick and
sucked the head. His knees buckled. They locked eyes and he sucked hollowing
his cheeks. His head started to bop and his tongue worked him over. He fell
back against the counter never having expected this. He moaned loudly.
“Fuck. What. Yes. Damn you!” And he started pushing and fucked the sorcerer’s
throat properly holding him by strands of his hair now. The sorcerer’s hands
were slowly crawling up his chest and when he felt him being close he swallowed
several times around his head making him come deep down his throat. He clawed
down his body leaving bloody marks on his chest. Both creatures were swearing.
After Larkin had come into the sorcerer-Colonel's throat, he instantly pushed
him back on the floor when he felt his fingernails. Panting he looked up at
Larkin licking his bloody lips. The vampire just looked back.
“Fuck. What was that?” The Colonel looked way irritated.
“Don't tell me you haven't ever had a proper blow-job!” Slowly he got up again.
His smile would have scared others out of their skin, but not Larkin. He still
felt just slightly strange.
“Bloody hell, no! In my times, this was out of the question. I knew, there were
women performing this, but men?” He shook his head.
“But you obviously liked it. And these are other times. Have fun!”
“Fun! Yes!” He only murmured these words. His fingers were in his hair ruffling
it.
“You look like sex!” The sorcerer-Colonel said to him grinning.
“That's something no one ever said to me. I like that. I want more. Fun. Show
me more!” He drowned the rest of the blood and smashed the mug beside the
Colonel’s head at the wall. He didn't even twitch.
***
John was pointing at the map in front of him.
“What do you think of that?” No reply.
“Teàrlach?”
“Hm?” He was sitting on the floor against the wall with his hands in his open
hair.
“What is it? Are you sensing something?” And that make him look up.
“How do you know?”
“I can feel it, you know? It is like little electric twitches against my skin.
It feels like this all the time when you use your power.”
“Does it hurt?” John smiled.
“Not now.” With a not-to-be-seen movement he was by his side.
“So it did hurt in the past?” John held his stare.
“You know that very well. But I know it wasn't your intention to hurt me.”
Teàrlach looked down at him and a thin smile tore at his lips.
“Did it hurt when we were floating?” John tilted his head thinking.
“I don't know. I am not sure if it was the magic working or just our bodies
reacting.”
“Maybe we need some research on the tingling then. What do you think?”
“You want to experiment on me? I thought you wanted me to hide?”
“We could experiment in a sodden cave, I don't care. I won't let something
happen to you. Not by me, not by anyone.”
“Teàrlach, please stop worrying. I was tingling all the way through the
airport. And I kept tingling all the time during my sleep. And it was bloody
nice!”
“Really?” He didn't look convinced.
“Really. I would endure a lot for floating with you again some time, you know?”
“I think I need a break.” With these words Teàrlach disappeared and left a
speechless John behind.
“What did I say to make him react this way? I didn't want to hurt him.” And he
got up and walked out onto the balcony. A thunderstorm was building up and he
rubbed his hands up and down his arms. He started thinking.
“Where are you, love? I need you here! Why did you leave? What did I do?” There
was a minute passing, then his voice in his head.
“It's not what you did, John.” He sighed. He knew it. Damn.
“You didn't do anything, love. I am not hurt. Please, come back.”
“I need to fight alone. They are on their way. My brother and the sorcerer-
Colonel. You need to hide.”
“I am not going anywhere without having seen you before!”
“I beg you, John.” A few seconds passed.
“And I never begged before in my life.” John understood perfectly well. And he
gave in.
“OK then, Teàrlach. Where do you want me to go?”
“Look at your netbook. I filed the data for you. It is a nice little place, a
cave actually. I had it prepared, you wouldn't miss anything. Except me
perhaps. But I will be back to get you, I promise.” While listening to that, he
opened the file and found the map. The cave was only a few miles from this
place.
“Just leave the car. Hike up there. I made you a backpack. You would need some
gear. Dress up and get save. For me. Please?” John was already checking the
backpack. He shook his head. Everything in there he would have packed.
“Where are you?”
“Won't tell.”
“OK. I will be leaving now. I want status reports as long as you can give them.
Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I do. Let me know when you have arrived. Until then, no further
communication. Both of them are very strong, they could intercept. But inside
the cave you will be save, I took care of that.”
“I love you.” John dressed up and left the bed and breakfast. He walked through
the grass and climbed over some rocks following the instructions Teàrlach had
left.
“Love you, too.” Only a whisper in his head.
***
Larkin rubbed his temples and tried to concentrate. He should have tracked down
the bloody human by now. Where did he go to? And then a soothing hand was
placed on his head and wove through his hair. Oh Goddess-mine, how long has it
been that someone gave him that kind of feelings? He closed his eyes and became
calm. The hand didn't stop and finally he was able to locate a trace of his
brother, which was even better.
He started trembling all over and bloody sweat ran down his body, but he
finally reached him. As if he had been waiting for his approach, Teàrlach said:
“So you finally made it, brother-mine. How I missed you! You ganged up with the
filthiest evil ever. Why?”
“Because I love you and I want you back! You shouldn't mingle with simple
humans. I don't oppose having fun with them, but no more. Come back to me,
Teàrlach. Together we can rule the world!”
Teàrlach chuckled at this. More pop-culture references then. Only this time it
was just the world.
“I am not interested. Just leave me alone. Don't harm mine. John is mine. You
can keep the sorcerer-Colonel and have fun with him. I think, you might already
have, from what I can sense.”
“No, I want you back with me, no matter how. And the sorcerer-Colonel wants his
book. You know what I would do with yours. As soon as I have found him, I will
turn him. After some torturing and maybe raping of course. He will be mine
then. Not yours.”
“I cannot allow this to happen.” And he was gone.
***
The sorcerer-Colonel had watched all the time. When he saw Larkin become ramrod
still he moved closer and knelt beside him in time to catch him. It was just
gesture, because nothing could have happened to him. But he knew Larkin would
approve of that. He cradled him against his chest and felt his body relax
against him. He knew how much this tracing had cost Larkin. He was all boneless
against him. Nothing like before. His eyes were closed and his breathing was
limited. He stroked his hair and soothed him. And then he pressed his wrist
against his mouth.
***
Larkin could feel the pulse against his lips and unlike Teàrlach he did not
hesitate at all to bite his. And the sorcerer-Colonel was his. He grabbed the
wrist with both hands and snarled. He buried his fangs into the skin. He heard
the cry but glamoured at once and it stopped. Larkin got up on his knees still
holding his wrist. After a few minutes it was the sorcerer-Colonel who was
shaking violently. His skin was pale already and his eyes were rolling back
into his head. He slid down Larkin’s body. He had no strength left holding him
up.
Larkin finally dropped his arm and he felt light-headed. He looked down at his.
The sorcerer-Colonel lay at his feet breathing only lightly. He would not die.
He was needed. So Larkin lifted him up and took him upstairs. He placed him on
the mattress and used some dark magic to restore his power. He considered him
as his.
Soon enough the breathing became stronger and he was coming back.
“How much did you drink?” He looked up at Larkin who looked really pleased.
“Enough.”
“So it felt.”
“Do you want payback?”
“Sort of.” They grinned at each other.
***
John walked through the heather and stepped over rocks. He kept just walking.
He didn't question Teàrlach’s decision to hide him in a cave. He just knew he
was worthless in a fight between a sorcerer, a vampire and a very powerful in
between. He just missed him so much. What was he supposed to do all the time?
Just wait? He wasn't sure, if he could do that.
Finally he reached the cave. His skin tingled when he entered. There was a bed
of hay covered by sheets. There were candles behind glasses. Beverages and
food, too. John sighed. He could survive for weeks in here. He just didn't want
it.
He placed his backpack on the ground and sat on the bed. It felt very comfy.
But also very cold. Alone. Without him. And he reached out for him.
“I have reached the cave. How are you doing?”
“John, I am glad you are safe now. Do you like it?”
“You didn't answer my question, Teàrlach. And yes, it is nice.”
“I have spoken to Larkin. He wants me back. He wants you turned. And he ganged
up with the sorcerer-Colonel.”
“Ganged up as in ...?”
“Exactly.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.” Silence crept in, but John felt the tingling. He closed his eyes.
“I miss you so much, Teàrlach.” He just whispered. Until now he had no idea how
his imagination worked inside his brain, creating words unspoken, only thought.
“I miss you, too, John. But I need you safe. Kept. Away from the fight.”
“I know I couldn't help much. I just feel so dumb.”
“Do feel my love.” John couldn't reply to that. He just closed his eyes and
tried to send his feelings. And he felt the tingling rise.
***
After having spoken with his long lost brother Larkin even considered not
harming John. Just to get Teàrlach back. He knew this human being wasn't
important. Only to Teàrlach. But after some years, John would die anyway,
because Teàrlach would never turn him. John would age and his brother wouldn't.
He would just have to wait.
But there still was the book. His wanted the book back. And he was quite a
strong magician. He started thinking of changing him. But what if he would be
stronger than him? Even though Larkin was both a magician and a vampire, he
felt the hidden strength of his. Only he wouldn't know of all the power he
could use. And he once made the mistake to change his brother into something so
powerful he never thought of possible. Ever.
***
The sorcerer-Colonel was wondering about the upcoming fight against Teàrlach.
The so cute soldier seemed to be out of the fight by now, hidden away. Well,
not for long.
He poured a drink and stared into the fire. And then he felt Larkin by his
side. His arm slid around his waist and his lips were mouthing kisses on his
neck. His breathing started to become heavier. He leant back against him to
feel as much as he could.
“Are you feeling well, sorcerer?” What kind of question was that?
“Couldn't feel better, vampire-mine.” And he dropped the glass and turned to
face him. He looked up and found him staring down at him.
“What's wrong?`”
“I don't know what to do. You are very strong. If I would turn you, we would be
a smashing team. But it is dangerous though. For you. And it would take some
time. We would have to wait some weeks, until we could start tracking them down
again.”
“Well, this is tempting, but I don't want it. What we have now, this is good. I
don't want to change it. I have enough power. And I want to enjoy your power.
Why change it? We are powerful enough together already.”
“I was just thinking ...” And he turned away. The sorcerer-Colonel followed
close.
“Hey, don't be like this. I like what we have. And so do you.” He put his arms
around his waist and pulled him back against him. Larkin followed the pull and
enjoyed the touch. He liked being held like this.
“I like what we have, too, you know? Even though I don't even know your name.”
The sorcerer-Colonel stilled and then leant against Larkin from behind,
grinning.
“I never told you, didn't I?” Larkin just snorted.
“Well, just don't laugh, OK?”
“Why would I?” And with these words he turned in the embrace facing him.
“Oh well, because my name is Jean-Timothy.” Larkin just stared.
“What? That's ridiculous.” The sorcerer-Colonel shrugged.
“I know, that's why I don't tell anybody. You may laugh now.” But Larkin just
grinned and hugged him tight.
“I make it Tim then. OK with you?” Rubbing his nose over his chest he said:
“Whatever you want. I want it, too. I like it.” Shivering against him he felt
his hands moving over his body down to his arse.
Larkin slid his hand under the sorcerer’s waistband and cupped his cock. Tim’s
hands clutched Larkin’s shoulders and he let out a heavy moan. Larkin pulled
his hand out again and bent his knees slightly cupping the cheeks of his. And
he got it and jumped up slinging his legs around the vampire’s waist. He was
staring into Larkin’s eyes and then their mouths crashed together. The sorcerer
now had his chance to stick his tongue in Larkin’s mouth from above, more
forceful than ever. He felt the vampire's hands tighten around his arse and
buried his hands into his hair. Larkin swayed through the room and soon enough
they were hovering, kissing and snogging and groping.
Larkin placed the sorcerer-Colonel on the counter with his legs over his
shoulders. He scratched down the crotch of his over the denims. And then the
sorcerer-Colonel just felt his nails growing and he tore his trousers and pants
off of him. He gasped, was speechless and could just gape up at him.
Larkin grinned down and just touched his hole with his forefinger. He circled
around it, moving up and down and coming back. Finally he shoved a finger in.
“Not enough!” Tim murmured and kept pushing up. Larkin added another finger and
scratched inside his above and beyond.
“Please, Larkin, don't tease. Move on with it!” And Larkin added the third
finger deep down moving in circles and touching his prostate with every single
move he made.
Tim couldn't form words anymore at this point. He was just pushing back fucking
himself on Larkin's fingers. He felt somewhat filthy and had to smile. Suddenly
Larkin removed his fingers and Tim felt lost.
“Don't! Go on!” His breathing was heavy and he kept pushing. Larkin looked down
at his and grinned. His cock just barely touched his puckering, already
stretched open, hole. He placed himself right before it, so Tim could feel the
moving.
“Oh fuck, please, Larkin! Move! Stop bloody teasing!” And Larkin just moved at
the very edge. The sorcerer-Colonel grabbed the counter's edge and banged his
head on the wood.
“Larkin! Oh! Please! Don't tease! Move!” The rest went under, because Larkin
finally started to move. Very slowly he pressed against his, moved back again
and returned. With every move he entered a bit more until he reached his
prostate. The sorcerer-Colonel shouted.
“Damn you! Will you just hit it! Please!” He begged and begged and Larkin
laughed.
“I want to see how long you can do!” Tim kept panting being wordless.
“No, don't! Fuck me now! Larkin, please!” But the vampire still moved very
slowly only partly in and out of his. With every single stroke he hit home. And
when he felt his close to orgasm he slowed completely. Tim was wriggling under
him, but he held him down. One hand pressed on his stomach and the other around
his throat.
“You know, I could do this for hours!” Tim howled at this. He tried to get some
friction by bumping upwards against Larkin, but he was held down.
“No, no, no! I need it! Please, let me! Larkin!” He wanted to scream, but he
couldn't with his speech stopped by Larkin’s' hand pressing on his mouth and
some seconds over his nostrils, too. His eyes were rolling back into his head
and his want became unbearable.
“What would you do for me, Tim?” The sorcerer-Colonel came back to his senses
and focused on Larkin. The grip had loosened and he was able to breathe and
speak again.
“What kind of question is this? You know I would do anything for you!” His
throat hurt, but he felt so damn good.
“I am talking about sex, Tim.” Now he was really irritated.
“What do you want?”
“Everything. I want to experiment with what's in your head. I saw the things
you have done before. I want to do them to you.” Tim’s mouth became suddenly
very dry.
“Please don't talk around. What did you see?” He stared up into Larkin’s wild
eyes knowing very well what he had done before.
“I want to tie you down.” With these few words he pushed back in. Tim had to
close his eyes and bit his lips.
“I want you to be rid of all your senses, I want to blindfold you, gag you
properly and disable your hearing. I only want you to feel me touching you.”
And with every word he pushed back in and out.
“Oh, Goddess-mine!” He was moaning loudly now. His fists were hammering on the
counter. “Yes!”
“I won't let you come for hours, see how long you can endure my treatment. I
will probably torture you. Oh, your head is so full of beautiful things I want
to try!”
“Larkin, just stop talking and do it!” And Larkin hit home and finished him for
now.
***
Teàrlach felt Larkin’s heat when reaching out for him. He also felt Larkin not
being on watch. He was busy doing other things. Teàrlach took his time to check
out everything he needed to know.
He shook his head. He had never thought of his brother being so sexual. But he
had never thought about himself that way, too. Not until he met John and felt
the burning desire to love, to devour, to have and to keep.
Yes, he had sex before, even though not with a man. In theory he knew
everything, but he never felt like needing it because it had always been forced
on him one way or the other. Now was different. Love was involved and John
mattered. He couldn’t just have sex with him. He was important and not to be
hurt.
He wasn’t sexual in the extreme. Not like Larkin. Even though, what he saw in
his brother’s unguarded brain was partly interesting, even arousing. He licked
his lips and decided to ask John later. He probably would be shocked.
Or maybe not. He had seen some experiments in John's brain that's why he had
gotten the handcuffs. And he had liked it a lot. Their play had been great.
He shook his head and retreated. He knew they were still at the mansion. He saw
the corpses. And he saw some things he wanted to forget at once.
Until now he thought they would come after him and his as soon as possible. But
they were concentrated on themselves. Larkin wanted to do other things first.
But he wouldn't let them. He sent over a message to Larkin telling him to stop,
come over and end this.
Teàrlach moved through the room in the B&B. Now that he knew John was safe he
couldn't but wait for his brother to arrive. He didn't like it at all, but he
had no other choice. He would wait at the dolmens circle a few miles away. He
stuck the magician’s book under a rock outside and hid it by magic. Then he
left.
***
Reaching the dolmens he felt the old power rising. The Goddess tried to reach
him, but he didn't want to speak to her. She was evil. She already had
worshippers. But she let him know that he was the one she wanted and needed.
That he had the power neither Larkin nor the sorcerer-Colonel possessed. He
still refused until she offered.
“Teàrlach, if you would return to me, I will keep yours safe from Larkin and
the sorcerer. You just have to worship me, be with me. Would that be so bad?
Yours would be safe!”
“No, Goddess-theirs. I want my life with mine. I want Larkin and the sorcerer-
Colonel dead. I want you out of my being. We had our times, but that's over.”
“You think so, dear? Think about me helping your brother and his. Do you think
you could take on the three of us? I know where yours is hidden anyway. So?”
Teàrlach couldn't be sure if she was tricking him or if she was telling the
truth. Either way, the risk was too big. He couldn't have John harmed. So he
said:
“OK, Goddess. Get rid of my brother and his. Prove it to me. Then I will be
yours again.”
“Oath.”
“There will be an oath only when John is safe and unharmed.” Silence crept in.
“Very well then, Teàrlach. Yours will be unharmed and I will take care of your
brother Larkin and his. Deal?” His throat was so very dry, he was thirsty and
he was desperately thinking of his being safe.
“Deal.” Finally he uttered the word and met her eyes in his vision of hers.
Oh, she was beautiful. And he remembered their times at Samhain and other days.
He knew his brother and the sorcerer-Colonel worshipped her. But he had her.
Many times. And she had him many times, before she threw him away into his
brother’s arms. And now he just gave himself back to her to save John. His.
He would stay with her knowing his would be safe. Larkin and his would be dead.
He had no other way out of this. And perhaps she would let him see his
sometimes.
***
John felt some tingling and it didn't feel good. It felt different. He got up
off his hay-bed and listened into the silence. It didn't feel like danger, but
it felt like loss.
“Teàrlach? Are you there?” No reply, but the tingling kept going on for while.
It took him obviously some time to answer.
“John, don't worry. I took care of my brother and the sorcerer-Colonel. Just
stay there, will you?” John was surprised, it hadn't taken long.
“What? How? Please tell me!” John ran in circles through his little cave.
“It doesn't matter, I took care of it. When I let you know, you may leave the
cave.”
“And go where exactly to pick you up?”
“Never mind. I will find you.” And gone he was. The tingling had stopped quite
abruptly. John just knew there was something wrong. But he didn't know what.
Teàrlach didn't mention any fighting or deaths. Although he just trusted him
and decided to wait for him to leave the sodden cave.
***** Desires *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
After Teàrlach had made the deal with his Goddess, she came to him in flesh and
blood. She was beautiful indeed. She wore a long white dress with long sleeves
and her golden hair fell down to her waist. A golden band was around her
forehead and a blade was stuck behind her golden belt. He knew too well what
she needed this for.
“My only. You are back. I have missed you.” Teàrlach returned her stare and had
to silently admit that he missed her, too. Somehow. But then he started the
game.
“Where were you when I so desperately needed you? When I was my brother’s
captive chained to a bloody wall with nothing to feed on?”
“Love, I owed Larkin one. He was and is a good servant.”
“So easy for you to forget about me then. What do I think about our deal now?”
“You can rely on it!” And with one single step she stood right before him. She
still was pure power. Even he could feel the tingling now. His breathing
stopped completely and he bathed in her power. She stepped even closer and her
hand lightly touched his face. Teàrlach pressed against it and closed his eyes.
He didn't need to act that hard, it still was more than nice. The power was
intense. He felt it once. He had become addicted to it. He was on his way back.
He could feel her longing and wanting. And since he was much more experienced
by now, he slung his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. He
tilted his head and kissed her. His lips were around hers and he sucked at her
mouth. He could see her eyes and saw her surprise.
“I need him to be safe. I need to know. I need to see him. I want to let him
know that I am OK.”
“I can arrange that. If you wish for it, you shall have it.”
“Thank you, Goddess-mine.” And she smiled against him returning the kiss.
***
Larkin felt the change first. He became restless and was wondering why he felt
so weird. He reached out for his Goddess, but she didn't answer him. He stood
outside under the trees and felt lost. Then the sorcerer-Colonel appeared.
“Do you feel it, too? I can't reach her. She is gone.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“No idea. We have to move. Try to find your bloody brother and his.”
“Tomorrow we will move. I need you now.” Tim looked up at him and saw pure want
and need in his eyes.
“OK, tomorrow it is. Come over here and take me. Take me as you wanted all the
time. I want it, too.” And Larkin needed no more invitation. He grabbed his and
took him into the mansion. He shoved him through the hall and down the stairs.
Tim knew where they were heading and his trousers became a restraint. Larkin
pushed Tim into the torture chamber which had chains hanging down the walls.
“Get your clothes off. Now.” Tim shivered, but obeyed quickly. He wanted this,
too. A minute later he stood in front of Larkin all naked. His power washed
over his body making him tremble.
“On your knees and hands behind your back.” By the word back his knees hit the
damp stones. His erection was showing clearly. His arousal was obvious and his
breathing was heavy already.
Larkin stood behind him and pulled some shackles off the wall. He closed these
around his wrists. They were rusty and cold. Then Tim heard some fabric being
torn into pieces.
“Stay like this.” Of course he didn't move away when Larkin blindfolded him
with parts of his shirt. He couldn’t see a thing, everything was pitch black.
He only felt the pressure on his eyes. The next thing he felt were his fingers
around his jaw pressing him back against Larkin’s thighs. His fingers brutally
forced his jaw open and he opened wide avoiding the pain. Then his boxers were
stuffed into his mouth. Tim choked around the fabric and felt his soothing
hands. He relaxed. He was safe. He will enjoy. Another piece was tied around
his mouth very tight to keep his pants inside. He groaned, but out came almost
a sound not worth to be called one.
He felt Larkin move aside and made a sound for him. By loosing the physical
contact he suddenly felt dizzy.
“I won't leave you. Just stay where you are for me.” He swayed back and forth
but kept himself kneeling. He felt Larkin beside him bending down and touching
the shackles around his wrists. He could hear chains rattling and then felt the
pull at his wrists.
“Get up.” He did as being told and felt his arms moving upwards. Larkin pulled
at the chains holding his shackles until he was standing with his head down and
his hands in the air. Larkin then attached the chain to a ring at the ceiling.
Tim’s back ached, but the pain was still bearable. And he bloody well knew,
these were only preparations for their play.
He felt Larkin circling him and then his hands around his waist. He moaned
deeply into his gag, which was already disgustingly sodden inside his mouth. He
expected him to enter him now, but he didn't. Instead he only touched and
kissed him. Almost being lost in sensation, he missed the metal ring around his
neck restraining his breath even more, since Larkin had attached it to his
other chains around his wrists. He then felt the pull up. He was standing only
on his toes and his shoulders were close to dislocating. He made noises to
alert Larkin, but got no attention. He didn't even know if he was still there.
He produced more muffled noises, trying to shout his name.
Then his arms were back around him and he almost crawled into him. He heard him
laugh. He then felt a large, slippery and cold object being shoved between his
legs. He moaned deeply and moved back against it. It took some time to be
pushed inside all the way and Tim was sweating all over. He was ecstatic, the
stinging pain was making him feel terribly needy. With every sway he felt it
moving inside stretching him wide and his cock was close to combust. If Larkin
wouldn't hold him up, he would be swinging with dislocated shoulders by now.
“I will hold you. I don't want to destroy you. But I want some torture.” He
didn't understand at first, but when he felt the vibrations inside him he
howled into the gag leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
“How long do you think you can stand this?” He just shook his head and then
felt Larkin’s finger around his prick preventing him from coming.
A muffled cry came through the gag followed by more cries when he felt a cock-
ring sliding over. Larkin buckled the leather thingy around his cock and around
his balls rather tightly. Tears were soaking the blindfold.
All of a sudden he felt the upwards pull at his arms loosen. At once he dropped
down on his knees hurting them quite badly. But it didn't hurt as much as
before with his arms up. He slumped on the ground, his head was hanging, his
cock was throbbing and the dildo kept working him in ways he normally would
have come several times by now.
“Enough rest for now”. With these words the gag was removed and he inhaled
deeply. But then Larkin grabbed strands of his hair and brought his head up.
Forcefully he was pressed against his crotch and Tim knew what was expected. He
opened up wide and took Larkin in. With all the strength he had left he licked,
sucked and moved around his dick as best as he could.
***
Teàrlach left with his Goddess. She took him into her home and gave him the
much needed time to cope. He already missed his, but he wouldn’t show.
When he was with her all these aeons ago, she made him a powerful magician. She
saw the power lurking inside him and tried to make him one of hers. But he was
too good to be true and he denied himself to her for a long time. Until she
finally forced him to be with her. But that wasn’t what she really wanted. So
as his punishment he was given to his brother Larkin who made him a vampire.
Teàrlach thought of all this while holding his golden cup with blood. He was
standing motionless. No emotions were showing on his face, even though his
heart hurt. He was aching for his and was wondering how long it would take John
to forget.
He had to make it easy for him, had to leave him behind full of hatred. He
would have to tell him ugly lies, maybe even hurt him. But he needed to be safe
from his Goddess and the others.
“Teàrlach, love. Don’t be sad. You are with me now.” And she appeared by his
side. He looked down at her face and tried to smile. It came out very thin.
“I am sorry, my Goddess. I saw another future for me. I need some time to get
used to this. Forgive me.”
“We have all the time in the world, love.” She brushed her fingertips over his
lower back and he couldn’t help himself and shivered. By the tingling she
obviously used magic to soothe him. And his body betrayed him. Maybe he should
just give in and enjoy it. He could find the solution to his problem later.
After she had moved Larkin and the sorcerer-Colonel out of the way. He downed
his blood and licked his lips.
“You are right, of course. I was misleading. But I had to …”
“Hush, love. Don’t try to explain. Everything is fine.” She almost shyly smiled
up at him.
“Thank you for understanding.” He returned her smile not being shy at all and
stepped into her personal space. He bent down and kissed her on her lips. His
tongue licked over them and tried to press between. She stilled completely and
was obviously surprised by his actions. It took her some seconds to adjust, but
then she slung her arms around his neck and opened up. A deep moan made by
Teàrlach announced his arousal. He pulled her close and wildly kissed her.
Their mouths crashed on each other, tongues over teeth and gums followed. His
eyes were open all the time; he wanted to see what he could do.
Her hands went under his shirt and his fingers teased her nipples through her
dress. She was breathing open-mouthed by now and when she finally looked up at
him again her pupils were completely dilated.
“You had an excellent teacher. He deserves to survive.” Her grin was evil when
she touched his crotch. Teàrlach twitched and swore between his teeth.
“I am not a baby anymore! I know what I want and what I need!” He took her up
into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He threw her on the duvet and
jumped right after. He grabbed the hems of her dress and shoved it right up her
hips. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He knelt between her legs waiting
for her permission to proceed. He remembered the rules too well.
“Come and be with me, magician-mine!” That was all he needed. He opened the
laces of her dress and cupped her breasts. He desperately wanted to forget and
forced himself on her. Kissing and touching he went all over her body and she
responded perfectly to his actions.
His erection was showing and he pressed down. She grabbed his hair and buried
her fists in it. He freed his cock and touched her opening. She was wet already
and spread her legs for him. He pushed inside with one single move and she
shouted his name pulling at the strands.
“Move, Teàrlach! Harder! Faster!” She slung her legs around his waist and moved
with him. Her head flew from side to side and he grabbed her wrists and held
them beside her head on the cushion. She laced her fingers with his and moaned
loudly with every single push.
He kissed down her neck and shoulders and his hair covered her body. She
smelled like heaven. He felt great and he felt no tingling, so she was just
herself.
He felt her clenching around him and then she screamed long and loudly. That
took him over the edge, too. He came inside her and collapsed on her. He was
sweating blood again and she was covered with it all over. He got up on one
elbow and smiled lazily. She looked sort of surprised and well shagged. He
stroked her hair.
“Teàrlach, you are amazing.”
“I had time to develop some talents.” Inside he felt deeply ashamed how easy he
could betray John with his Goddess. But it was all for their future. At least
he told himself so.
“Obviously you had!” She whispered and thought of him as hers.
***
Larkin was desperate. While he was given a blow-job by the blindfolded and
still chained sorcerer-Colonel he couldn’t stop thinking of his Goddess. Why
wasn’t she answering his pleas? What had he done wrong? He brutally fucked
Tim’s throat who could only breathe stertorously and gurgle twitching in pain.
He had already torn off some strands of his hair. After he had violently come
down his throat he pushed him away on the floor. He didn’t think about what he
just did to his. He had been buried deep in thoughts about his Goddess and did
not control either his vampire strength or his magic.
It took him a second to realize the noises as sobs. Tim was crying his heart
out. His mouth and chin were both covered in bloodied come and his own bloodied
saliva. He was shivering all over and could only utter repeatedly:
“Please, no. Please, stop. Larkin, please.” Over and over again. Larkin stared
down at his and then finally knelt by his side. Tim twitched and jerked away
when Larkin touched his wrists to take the shackles off. They were sore and
bloody. So was his neck. He also removed the blindfold. He was met by red-
rimmed eyes wet with tears. Tim shakily grabbed his shirt and fisted into the
fabric. He pulled himself up and buried his face in Larkin’s chest.
Larkin finally realised he had gone too far off. He even felt some sort of
sorry, a feeling he couldn't remember having had for a very long time. He
started to pour glamour on Tim.
“No, no, no tingling. It hurts. Stop it.” Larkin didn't know what to do now. He
was lost. He couldn't even remember what he had done to him making him so
miserable. He finally decided to pull out the silicon cock. Tim hadn't the
strength left to scream, but the noises he made were intense. His throat was
sore and hurt terribly. Carefully he placed Tim back on the floor. But he just
wouldn't let go of his shirt. He reached around him and very carefully lifted
him up. His body was stiff and tense. Larkin then closed his arms loosely
around him and soothed him.
“Tim. I never said that before, but I am sorry. I lost control. Please tell me
what you need.” And he looked up at him with unfocused eyes. His hands were
tightly gripping into the fabric of his shirt. He was drooling.
“Need warmth. Freezing. Need you close holding me.” And then his grip loosened
and he slid down; his eyes fluttered and he didn't move at all. Larkin looked
down and tried to find his pulse. It was almost gone.
“Fuck, Tim, don't die on me. I don't want to loose you.” He picked him up and
took him into the bathroom upstairs where he filled the bathtub with hot water.
He lifted him in there and held him up so he wouldn't drown. He heard a low
sigh and felt muscles relax. This seemed to be good for Tim. After some minutes
he felt his pulse again and it was getting better.
Anyway, he knew everything about magic, most of all dark magic. He stuck Tim
into the bed under some blankets and left in a rush. He was sleeping now and
wouldn’t know he left for some time. He wouldn’t make it last long, so he
wouldn’t wake up alone and panic.
He flew over the countryside and finally proved that old vampires were able to
smell virgin blood. That's what he needed for Tim to have. A mix combined out
of herbs and virgin blood. And he provided it.
***
John was missing Teàrlach. He was scared. He just knew something was wrong. If
everything would have been in order now, he would have come to see him and they
would leave together.
He paced through the little cave. He didn't want to leave it, because he
promised not to. But if Teàrlach wouldn't appear during the next two days, he
would leave and try to find him by himself.
And then he felt the tingling, but it was different. It was way stronger and
much more intense. He turned around and saw the most beautiful woman ever. He
was in awe and showed it.
“So you are his.” She came closer and looked him up and down.
“Sorry? I am what?”
“You are Teàrlach’s love. I was wondering how you were. Who you were. What
makes you so special to hold his interest.” John tilted his head.
“And? What do you think?” She laughed.
“You are adorable!” John was stunned and grinned.
“Yes, I have heard that before.” They smiled at each other. Hers a predatory
smile and his almost flirtatious.
“So, you are who again? What did you do to him? Is he still alive? I mean, you
know what I mean.”
“He is with me now. He made a deal. Your safety and the death of his brother
and the sorcerer for him being with me.”
“What?” John shouted.
“You are a powerful human, you know that?” He felt the tingling become somewhat
stronger His head came up and his stance hardened.
“I am a soldier. A man in love.” Even his voice was different. She looked quite
surprised, because he wasn’t browbeaten by her. She liked it.
“Please, where is he? Can I see him?” She liked him pleading even more.
“He asked for it. But I wanted to see first.” He approached her carefully.
“And? Pleased with what you found?” She looked pleased indeed.
“Yes, very much so. You have potential. Maybe it was that what Teàrlach saw at
once in you.” They locked eyes and finally John said.
“So, I am adorable and powerful. Nice mix, isn't it?” She laughed.
“Yes, indeed. Do you want to see Teàrlach?”
“Of course I want to see him! What do you think?” She shrugged.
***
“John, don't follow my Goddess! I can't explain now. I need to hide this
contact. My strength is fading by now. Stay where you are!” The voice was
fading already. His face didn't show a thing when his message reached him.
“Come with me then. I will take you to him.” He looked at the rocks beside her.
“No. I promised to wait for him. I am not leaving this cave.”
“You are denying my wishes?” The tingling became almost painful.
“I am stuck to my promises.” She smiled.
“OK, then. I see. I really do.” And she nodded to herself.
“You are a very brave and loyal human being, you know. You follow rules, you
are a soldier. You have a high morale standard and you influenced him already.
Oh, and you must be quite a great lover, since he improved so much!” With these
words she floated out and her figure disappeared into the dark. John just stood
there staring. What did he just hear? Great lover, improved so much? What did
she just imply? That they had sex before? They had sex now? What the fuck was
his plan? And why did he call her his Goddess?
He gave no thought to the idea that Teàrlach could betray him. Not even with a
Goddess. Never. Even though he would need to use sex, it wouldn't be love so it
wouldn't be a betrayal. But it felt like one.
He wasn’t even wondering about the fact that he had just flirted with an evil
Goddess.
***
Tim woke up when a mug was pressed against his very dry, swollen and hurt lips.
A warm fluid was moving over his lips and he tasted blood. Special spiced and
tasty. He knew that taste. Virgin blood. His eyes carefully fluttered open. The
room was darkened and he was grateful for that. He drank all of it, let it run
soothingly down his sore throat and licked his lips when he had emptied the
mug. He closed his eyes again and relaxed against the cushions.
He felt light fingers ruffling through his hair. And then suddenly his memories
came back. He squeezed his eyes closed and his hands were looking for Larkin.
“Don't leave me! Stay! No tingling! Hurts!” His breathing was harsh and heavy.
“I am not going to leave. I will be staying. I won't use any magic. It will
just be me. Just come down, please. You should be better soon after the
virgin’s blood.”
“I should be better after finally having come, Larkin!” He couldn't believe
that.
“What?” Tim’s hands groped at him.
“It still hurts so much. I need the release. Please, Larkin. I can't stand it
anymore. I give up. You made me yours. I surrender. I submit.” He could only
whisper.
Larkin pushed the duvet off of Tim and looked down his prick. It was almost
dark purple, swollen and rock hard. He touched it just lightly and Tim shouted
loudly. Then he saw the cock-ring. He must have forgotten to remove it.
In the state Tim was now he couldn't possibly remove it, so he used magic to
take it off. Both the pain caused by Larkin using his magic and the removal
made him scream until he had no breath left.
“It is off now. It will be over soon. Relax, Tim.” And he gently pushed him
down on his back and blew over his cock. Tim calmed down obviously and closed
his eyes. His fingers were still twitching, but he didn’t move. When Larkin
finally licked over the length of his penis, he just sobbed once. Larkin kissed
his all over and it didn’t take half a minute until Tim bucked up and came hard
into Larkin’s face.
***
Teàrlach was wondering where she was. She wasn't in. She had left him. He had
an idea where she had gone.
While she was gone, he tried to reach his brother.
“Larkin, answer me!” Anger and loss rushed over him.
“Brother-mine, where are you?”
“I am with my Goddess. She took me back. And she won’t be there for the both of
you anymore. So just forget about threatening me or mine.”
“What are you saying?”
“You heard it perfectly well, Larkin. Leave and never come back. Take yours and
have fun. You can have the castle, if you like.”
“How generous, brother-dear. But you do know, if you are hers and your little
soldier-toy is yours, both of you are hers.”
“I made a deal and swore an oath. I would return and she would take care of
you. If you are lucky she won’t take your lives. So I am warning you for the
last time. Leave and live!” And with these words he retreated leaving a
speechless Larkin behind.
***
The Goddess returned to her home. She was impressed by that human male. She had
to admit that to herself. He was special and he indeed had potential. Maybe she
could lure him in, so Teàrlach would be pleased and she could have some more
fun. And good fighters were always needed. But she also knew Teàrlach would
never share his. Even though he had slept with her.
Maybe she should rethink about killing Larkin and his. She might need them for
a fight. And they had proven to be loyal. Larkin had been for hundreds of years
already. And the sorcerer was quite new to this world, but he was very dark and
evil spirited.
Of course she had to lie to Teàrlach, she already told him he could rely on
her. Well, it hadn’t been an oath sealed with blood, had it? She would always
find a way around it to get what she wanted. She was a Goddess after all.
***
Tim could still feel the pain. His body was throbbing and hurt everywhere. He
was sore inside and around his wrists and neck. He would heal quickly now due
to the virgin’s blood and he was thankful for that. He carefully looked up at
Larkin who wouldn’t meet his eyes, but had placed his palm on his stomach.
“What happened, Larkin? Because this wasn’t in my head, I am sure.” A small
smile showed on Larkin’s lips.
“No, it wasn’t. I got carried away. I am not sure how. I was wondering about
our Goddess, where she was and why she wouldn’t reply. I wasn’t able to control
my strength and my power. I forgot you are a human. I didn’t realize what I had
done until you sobbed on the floor.”
“It wasn’t simply the pain you provided. The pain I would have endured. It was
a lot, but I asked for it. And I can take a lot, you know that. But you used
something else. Something that touched my entrails. It touched my soul from the
inside. Some sort of magic, I have no idea of. I thought you would rip my soul
into stripes. I was so terrified.” The last sentence he only whispered
clutching at the duvet.
“I was sired by a powerful vampire. And an even more powerful sorcerer. He let
me drink his blood when his time came. That’s how I gained my power. Darkest
magic and vampire magic combined. And since I sired my brother he was created
the same. Even though, as hard it is to admit, he is way stronger than me.”
“So you haven’t heard from our Goddess?” Hope shone in Tim’s eyes.
“I heard from Teàrlach instead. He returned to her in exchange for his soldier-
pet being safe from us. Oh, and us dead.” For the first time he looked his in
the eyes.
“What? Our Goddess wouldn’t do that! I can’t believe it!”
“And so you shouldn’t!” She appeared out of the darker corner of the room.
Larkin’s hand trembled on Tim’s stomach and Tim’s breath quickened. Both of
them couldn’t speak.
“So, what do you do when I appear?” Her voice tore into them. Larkin fell off
the bed onto the floor and crawled up to her on his hands and knees. She placed
her right onto his head and ruffled his hair.
Tim tried to get off the bed, but wasn’t able to stand on his legs. He just
fell flat with his outstretched arms. He bumped his head hard on the floor and
lost it.
“Well, he tried. Tell him I am pleased, when he is with us again.” Larkin
looked up at her.
“Why, Goddess? What have I done? I don’t deserve death by your hands. I didn’t
betray you. What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing you deserve to die for. But let me tell you, you lost your coven
because you underestimated your brother. He pulled the power off the earth. He
fought for his love and the greater good. God, I feel sick!” She chuckled
darkly.
“And he got the book back. I still haven’t found out where he hid it. But I
will. And then I will return it to yours.”
“I failed, Goddess-mine. I await my punishment.”
“You may later. Now I want you to hide. I won’t kill you and yours. But I want
your brother with me now. You just have to retreat for some time.”
“You won’t forget about us?”
“No, I won’t. Take yours and leave soon.”
***
Teàrlach could be very stealthy when lingering inside other peoples’ brains;
even if these were no people in the common sense. So he could listen in to the
conversation between Larkin and his Goddess.
“Fuck, I knew it! Not an oath sealed with blood! And she hit on mine! And she
won’t kill them!” He paced through his rooms. He really felt hungry, but he had
promised John not to drink from living humans. He knew there were chambers in
the basement providing human offerings.
He was shaking all over and only made it into two hours of suppressing his
needs. Then he stormed down and tore open the door of a cell. A figure was
pressed against the wall with chains attached to the wrists. It was a shivering
male and still fresh.
Teàrlach approached him and grimaced. He was dirty and smelled of fear. The
last wasn’t too bad. He stared at his throat where the pulse was beating. He
spit on his skin and rubbed over it several times. When he was finally pleased
with the result, he bent down and buried his fangs into him. He simply tore his
throat out and the blood splashed out of him. He pressed his mouth over the
wound and let it gush down his throat. He moaned over the dead male.
At the very edge of his being he realised how much he was already influenced by
the dark Goddess. He knelt on the floor and his eyes were dark red. He clawed
at the corpse, but it was empty. Out of the cell beside this he could hear
violent screams. Someone had become insane by watching him.
He got up again and returned to his rooms. He slid down the back of the door
and sat on the floor hugging his knees. He silently cried, because he knew he
was going to loose everything soon, if he wasn’t more careful. He had to strike
soon, he knew it. But right now he wasn’t able to do anything. He felt the
change, but he mustn’t give in to the dark side. He needed John. He needed
help. His breathing returned to normal and he felt for his Goddess, but she was
still with Larkin. So he reached out for his. As being told he had been staying
in the cave.
“John!” A croaky sound but heard.
“Teàrlach, what happened? Are you OK?”
“John, I am loosing it. I did it again. I couldn’t help it. I saw her thoughts
after she left you. She betrayed me. She won’t take care of my brother and
his.”
“Teàrlach, stop it right now!” The soldier was back. The voice which told him
what was wrong or right to do and why.
“What did you do?”
“I killed a human. I ripped his throat out and drank all his blood. I feel the
dark surrounding me. I am sorry.” He was crying and desperately trying to
suppress his sobs. Snot ran down his nose and he wiped it away with his sleeve.
“Fuck, Teàrlach. Her influence is strong. I know you didn’t mean to. I trust
you. I believe in you. The most important thing is I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“What do you mean by hearing her thoughts after she left me?”
“She liked you. She wanted you. I was jealous. I still am. And I already slept
with her to safe you. I am sorry.”
“Stop it, love. It’s OK.”
***** Changes *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
After Teàrlach had to leave because the Goddess was on her way back, John sat
down on his bed of hay thinking.
“He is loosing it. I could hear it in his voice. And the Goddess wants me.
Maybe I should let her have me and try to get close to her. At least I could
see him again. And if she thinks I have potential, I could maybe take on Larkin
and the Colonel. Maybe they would be surprised? But I don't know anything about
magic or whatsoever.” He sighed and closed his eyes.
“I have to rescue Teàrlach. He can't be with this evil, filthy woman any
longer. Oh, Goddess, not woman. We have to take care of her and Larkin and the
sorcerer-Colonel together. That's the only way.” Now he had to wait until
Teàrlach would be back and talk about a plan.
***
After their Goddess had left, Larkin picked up Tim and placed him on the bed
again. He bumped his head quite badly. He put some ice on his forehead and
stroked with his fingertips over his head. And finally he woke up again.
“She didn't kill us.” Larkin smiled.
“No, she didn't. She wants to tell you, she is pleased with your behaviour.”
“Really? I fell down, hit my head and lost it.” Larkin shook his head.
“Never mind. I talked to her. She wants us to leave and stay in the background
for some time. She doesn't want to kill us. She didn't seal the truth with my
brother with blood. So everything will be all right again. Later. We will be
retreating for now.”
“Where are we going?” Tim was clueless and still dizzy.
“Don't you have a home?” Tim nodded his head carefully.
“Of course I have. You are right. I am still so messed up. I think I will be
needing two days or so to recover. Then we could leave. And you will be coming
with me.”
“Very well. Our Goddess will let us know when she is ready and needs us.”
***
John waited for Teàrlach's return. He needed help. But instead of him the
Goddess returned. He felt the tingling rise before she appeared. Always being
polite he got up. She smiled.
“John.” He tilted his head and moved two steps closer.
“Goddess.” And he gave her a look.
“I would prefer a name though.” She laughed.
“I don't remember having a name, John. So give me one.”
“I have to think about it then.”
“Please do so.” They looked at each other and silence crept in. But it didn't
feel bad. John could feel her interest and liked it a lot. And she felt his
lingering power, smelled his manhood and him liking her.
“What do you want?” He asked and she looked him up and down.
“You.” Well, John had expected that and he was more than ready to reach his
target.
“You want me, a simple human being. Why?”
“You are anything but simple, my dear. Teàrlach fell in love with you, is still
interested in you, is giving up because of you, you must be something very
special. I want to find out everything about you.”
“I want to know about your past together.” She got closer.
“Come here and I will tell you.” He stood right before her. The tingling became
stronger.
“Don't do that. Don't use magic.” She nodded.
“OK, I won't. And I will tell you about Teàrlach and me, if you will be with me
right now.” It wasn't a punishment though, so John got very close and carefully
stroked her hair. He was some inches taller than her. He let his hands glide
down her body. He knew his way with women. He kissed her languidly. She moaned
and opened her lips. He took his chance and used his tongue. Her knees buckled
and she held on to him. He then slung his arms around her and kissed her for
good.
“Any good for some information by now?” John asked whispering. She licked her
lips.
“OK, I will provide some.” And she told him about Teàrlach being a novice in
magic and how she found him and finally took him in with her. She tried to lure
him into the darkness, but he kept denying. She also told him about his
punishment being given to his brother and becoming a vampire.
“How did you meet? Tell me.” Her hands moved under his shirt. And John told her
of being a soldier, of being bored and meeting him. He told her he fell in love
with him and their fight with the sorcerer-Colonel and Larkin.
“It was intense. I thought I had to die. The sorcerer wanted to torture me to
force Teàrlach to hand over the book.” He was suddenly stopping his touching
when she asked:
“He did what then? Pulled the power off the earth? I could feel his power, but
I was too far away. I didn’t even know he was able to do such a thing.” He
shrugged.
“That's the wording I heard. He burnt everything in a circle of 20 metres to
ashes. He pushed the sorcerer-Colonel through the walls and his brother just
disappeared.”
“What about you?” He didn't look up.
“I was hurt. I don't want to talk about it. Please understand.” She looked at
him and finally nodded. She knew exactly how he must have felt. Stripped and
skinned to the bones, fear running through his veins. Enduring pure and
blinding pain only because of being close and not the target. If one pulled
power off the earth, he used the strongest magic ever. Depending on who is
performing the act, it is either dark or white. Teàrlach's must have been a
combination of both to have the described effects, she assumed.
“Come closer and be with me. I want you.” He approached and they touched all
over and kissed deeply. There was no tingling and John was wondering if he
could produce some tingling, too.
***
Teàrlach tried to reach John and felt his heat. He also felt her heat. They
were together. He knew she was curious. But what about John? He must have a
plan. John would never do this without a reason. Very stealthy, again, he
reached out for his.
“Jesus, Teàrlach, I can't concentrate on her and you at the same time. Please
come back later or I will loose it.”
“I love you. I understand.” And he left.
This time it took him only one and a half hour to storm down to the basement-
chamber and he ripped open another door. There were women and he didn't care
about women or men. He just tore one off the wall and chains, bit into her
throat and drunk greedily.
Afterwards he swayed back into his rooms and waited for John.
***
John kissed her languidly and with passion. And he was a great kisser, he knew
that for a fact, since he had been told a lot. She melted in his arms. One hand
was holding her neck and the other was placed on her lower back. Her hands were
on his arse massaging his cheeks. Slowly he moved towards the bed with her. He
took her in his arms and tenderly placed her on the sheets. Her hair was spread
over the cushion.
“Beautiful!” John whispered and smiled. She couldn’t but smile back at him. He
got out of his shirt and stretched his arms over his head with his hips moving
towards her. He lay beside her continuing kissing her all over.
“I can feel you tingling, John. Do you know anything about yourself? Where do
you come from?”
“I am not tingling. I am no magician.”
“Don’t be so sure. It’s in your blood, you know?” He kissed her.
“Shut up!” Some pain shot through him, but he took it.
“You don’t talk to me like that!” He stared down at her.
“I am not your slave, Goddess!” The air became suddenly cold and John could see
their breath. He felt strange.
“Obviously not.” The Goddess thought about it. Probably she and her
surroundings did change him. His potential rose and he became stronger by the
hour. The same with Teàrlach, he became only darker.
“You know, I am quite stubborn and a BAMF by nature. I am not holding back and
I am not crawling through the dust in front of you.”
“I have others who already do. It’s fine. I want you the way you are.”
“Then don’t hit me again!” She just nodded. They kissed some more before John
was undressing her and she was naked under him. He took off his trousers and
pants and threw them behind him. She admired his naked muscular body and pulled
him down. She touched his cock and moved her thumb over the head. John hissed
and closed his eyes. He placed his legs between hers and spread her wide. His
index-finger touched her clit and slowly moved over in circles. His movements
made her wriggle under him and her moaning became louder.
He kissed her nipples and sucked at them. He licked and bit them until she was
almost shouting his name. He finally stuck three fingers inside her and felt
her wetness. He licked his fingers clean and tasted her. She looked fascinated
and reached for his hand. She touched herself with his fingers and then licked
his fingers clean. She had her eyes closed and was lost in sensation.
She was more than ready and so was he. He took his dick and placed it before
her. With a final look he made sure she was still with him and then pushed into
her with one single thrust.
Now she screamed and left nail marks on his chest. He took her wrists and held
her down. He felt some tingling coming up but held against it. At least he
tried and he saw her questioning eyes when fighting back. It seemed to work,
but he stopped it at once. He had to hold back, because she mustn’t know how
strong he really was. Instead he endured her tingling quite close to pain, but
she was very excited now and probably didn't want to control her power. It was
still bearable, so he pushed into her hard and fast. He felt her muscles clench
around him and she came screaming. He pushed some more and came into her. It
wasn’t as blissful as being with Teàrlach, but he felt a certain release. He
fell down beside her with his eyes closed. He could feel her moving closer and
rest her head on his chest and an arm around his waist.
“You are special.” He signalled his pleasure by patting her lightly on the
head.
“So are you.” She laughed.
“I am a Goddess.”
“I haven’t slept with a Goddess before.” They were both laughing now. She got
up and arranged her dress.
“I have to leave now. Stay here and I will get Teàrlach to meet you.” He leant
on his elbow on the hay-bed, which had survived the sex quite well.
“Thank you so much. And when you return, I will be having a name for you.”
“I can’t wait”. She winked at him and disappeared into the shadows.
John fell back on the sheets and closed his eyes. His heart was beating faster
than normal and he felt unbelievingly strong. He had never used drugs, but he
thought it must feel like this. She was warping him. With Teàrlach it had been
different. He bathed in his power then. But now? His world changed. But he knew
for sure he needed Teàrlach back. He was deeply in love with him and only with
him it felt good. With her, it had just been sex to make a point. He sighed and
reached out for Teàrlach.
“Love? Are you there?” A few seconds passed and he heard some breathing.
“John? Are you OK?” His voice sounded ragged and harsh.
“Yes, I am. What about you?” He only whispered.
“It is dark around me. It is dark inside my head. The need to feed is becoming
stronger.”
“Have you fed on humans again?” Silence. John was worried. He had to do
something.
“I had to. I can’t help it. I am lost.”
“No, you are not. I will be there for you. We will find a way out.”
“I can feel your strength, John. You have changed.”
“She says I am tingling. I feel different. Please, just survive for me, will
you? Do whatever you need to do. I won't judge you, I won't lecture you. I only
love you and I will find a way to get us out of this. Do you believe me,
Teàrlach?”
“I so want to, John. I don't know what to do. It's just so dark.”
“Don't let it win over you, love. I am with you. I will take care of us.”
Teàrlach just sent his feelings and crawled into a ball on the bed. He closed
his eyes and tried to deny the hunger.
***
After two days Larkin and Tim left the mansion. Tim felt strong enough to
contact his employer again. He just told them he had needed some time off after
the incident at the castle and since he was such a good agent, everything was
fine.
They went to his apartment in Notting Hill. Tim opened the door and let Larkin
in. He was surprised. Tim had a place he liked. It was tasteful and nice to
live in. He looked pleased when entering the apartment.
“You like it?” Tim asked. Larkin turned around to face him.
“I do very much. It is nice. You surprise me, Tim, really.” Tim looked pleased.
“Yes, well. Let me show you around then.” And he showed him the huge flat-
screen, the computer-room, the big bathroom and everything. Larkin really was
impressed.
“What's that?” And he pointed at his MAC.
“A computer.” Larkin just looked and Tim sighed.
“I will show you.”
“What does it do?” He carefully touched it.
“It shows you the world.” Larkin shook his head.
“How?” He carefully took it between his hands and turned it.
“You have to open it like this.” And Larkin stared at the sight of London over
a web-cam.
“That's the Tower of London and the Thames. And it tells me it's today and the
time, too.” He then shook the MAC. Tim took it out of his hands.
“Don't. It's technique, no magic. Please, don't break it.” Larkin let go.
“This is amazing. You inhabit a nice place, Tim. Where's your bedroom?” Tim
threw the MAC behind him on the sofa and led Larkin into the bedroom. He
followed right behind and closed his arms around Tim standing in there. He
could feel him being excited, the little tremors running through him when he
touched him.
“Are you ready for it again?” And Tim turned around.
“I am. Just don't use magic.” Larkin tilted his head.
“No problem. Do you have any toys?” And Tim pointed to his closet.
“Let's have a look then.” Tim nodded and stood in front of it close to Larkin.
Inside were ball-gags, masks, whips, paddles, cuffs, ropes and much more to
play with.
“Well.” And Larkin looked at his.
“Let's have some fun then”. And Tim submitted again.
***
He tied Tim's hands behind his back and also his upper arms. He then took off
his trousers and pants and used a cock-ring again. Tim didn't complain. Well,
he just couldn't since a huge silicon gag which was almost brushing his throat
was shoved inside his mouth making his lips a perfect circle around it. And
then Larkin blindfolded him, too.
He then placed him on his knees in front of the bed and stuck a finger into
him. He felt almost no resistance. Soon after he had three fingers inside him
and kept moving them. Tim was wriggling and moving and moaning. He also drooled
around his gag. Larkin left his fingers inside him, but with his other hand he
tugged at his penis and testicles. Tim moved desperately, but got no friction.
Larkin liked that very much.
He then tied his ankles and attached the rope to the ones around Tim's elbows.
The moaning became painful again, but it still sounded OK. He pushed and Tim
fell face first on the floor. Choked noises came through the gag changing into
muffled when he made it to move his head to the side.
He turned him sideways and attached a set of clamps around his nipples. Tim
made noises he revelled in. He also stuck a vibrating plug into him. Tim
started to sob again, but didn’t sound painful. He pulled at his testicles and
pressed his penis quite rudely. He adjusted the dildo to the highest and
enjoyed the desperate moves Tim made in his restraints. His drooling increased
and he rutted on the floor. Larkin turned him on his back and he lost the much
needed friction. He whined and shook his head. Soon after the whining changed
into howling. Larkin's eyes shone bright when he turned him back on his side
and removed the plug with one single move. Tim screamed around his gag.
He threw Tim onto the bed and pushed his fingers back in. After some minutes he
used four followed by the fifth. Tim stopped moving and held his breath. Larkin
touched himself and felt leaking. Carefully he shoved his fingers completely in
until half of his hand was gone. He stared down. Tim made noises, but seemed
unharmed, since he rutted. Larkin wriggled his fingers, spread them and finally
fisted. With an ugly sound he pulled out of Tim whose breath was frantic. He
waited several minutes watching Tim move desperately. He always pushed him back
just when Tim had made it back on his stomach. Of course he could have just
tell him not to, but where was the fun? Finally he cut the rope between his
ankles and arms. Tim’s legs fell on the bed and Larkin saw the muscles
contract. He made small whining sounds when Larkin brushed over his legs.
Tim moaned around his gag when Larkin started massaging his legs. His chin was
wet and he just kept drooling.
Larkin positioned himself in front of Tim's hole and slightly teased him with
his cock. Tim tried to push back and just barely reached his cock. He teased
him by moving around his hole for several minutes until he finally moved slowly
into Tim and felt no resistance. He pulled at his dick and tugged at the chain
attached to his nipples. A muffled cry came out of Tim, but he felt him pushing
back. Larkin stilled and listened to his heartbeat.
“Are you OK?” He gently kissed his neck and over his shoulder-blades. Tim
nodded and produced more muffled noises. He started moving in and out again
very slowly. Tim desperately tried to push back, but Larkin held him still
until he stopped.
“Don’t, Tim. Let me.” Tim shivered all over and Larkin kept on moving and
teasing his prick. He wanted to hear him sob again.
***
“Fuck, what is he doing to me?” Tim thought. He ached all over, but it was
good. The pain-pleasure was great. His jaw felt like being broken already, his
arms were almost numb and his cock was going to combust any time now.
With every single push he felt the sensation rise and Tim could see white
lights. But being unable to come, he had to suffer the on-going threats to his
body. The pleasure and pain were alternating.
It was hard not to move, but he wanted to do what being told. And he really
enjoyed these games. With Larkin it was even better. He was strong.
He felt his hands around his prick and the cock-ring went off. Tim suppressed
to move and waited for more. The chain between the nipple-clamps was pulled at
and he pressed back into Larkin. The action of being fucked into his arse and
his fingers around his cock made him howl. His folded limbs were twitching and
he rubbed his head against Larkin’s chest.
He tried to mumble “Please” around the gag but trying made him only drool and
almost choke on it. Larkin intensified his fucking and ripped off the clamps.
The light was bright white flashy. Tim screamed but tried very much to hold
back until he was told to come. And then there was his voice whispering in his
ear.
“Come for me, now!” And Tim let go and it took him several minutes. He came to
his senses when Larkin removed the blindfold. His ankles were free already so
were his arms. Tim’s vision was still blurry. He felt the gag coming off and he
relaxed his jaw which hurt like hell. Larkin kissed him tenderly on the lips
and Tim returned the favour. Then his arms were massaged over and he relaxed
completely.
“Thank you!” Tim said and smiled at Larkin who licked his lips watching his. He
was hungry now. Tim recognized the greedy stare and carefully got up. He leant
against Larkin and tilted his head to the side offering himself. His throat was
exposed and his pulse was moving under his skin.
Larkin was surprised but took the offering. He sank his teeth into his skin and
sucked very slowly for minutes. He only stopped when he heard his moaning. He
sealed the bite-mark by licking over it and kissed Tim deeply. His eyes
fluttered close and he sagged against him. He was fast asleep when Larkin
placed him down on the sheets.
***
Teàrlach was running around like a madman. He paced wildly through his rooms
and tried not to give in. But he so felt the need to drink human blood. The
darkness had him in her grip and he wasn’t sure how long he could bear the
pressure until he finally gave in and was lost.
So for the third time he hurried down the stairs and stood in front of the
cells watching the captives. They began to scream when he showed but he had no
choice. He found himself a strong, fresh male and tore him apart. And he felt
it wasn’t enough now. He closed his eyes and silently cried. Then he took
another one. After that he swayed and hardly made it back up the stairs to his
rooms where he curled into a ball on his bed and fell asleep.
***
John reached out for Teàrlach. Meanwhile he had become so strong, he could
reach his troubled mind. Somehow he recognized he was asleep and he was able to
look into his memories.
He was shocked. He had killed again and twice this time. John must hurry. He
desperately needed a plan to get both of them out of reach of the Goddess. The
only way was when their Goddess sent him over to be with him.
Irritated he shook his head. The Goddess, not theirs. He closed his eyes and
breathed deeply. He had power. He must arrange everything. He was the stronger
one now. Teàrlach was almost gone and needed to be rescued.
He didn’t want to reach out for the Goddess, because he didn’t want her to see
he could do so. So he just waited. He was convinced it wouldn’t take long until
she returned. He smiled. He had made her wanting him. He had power.
And suddenly she appeared. He got up from the bed and really quickly stood
before her. She smiled up at him and touched his cheeks.
“You found me a name then?”
“Of course.” He tilted his head and kissed down her jawline and her neck. She
leaned against him and slung her arms around him.
“And? Tell me!” She pinched his bottom and he jerked laughing.
“My name for you is Dharma.” She just looked at him.
“Don't you like it?”
“No, I am just surprised. It's a name from a faraway place, but it's nice.”
“Nice.” John made his expression a sad one and looked away moving a step back.
At once she closed the distance between them.
“Don't, John. I love it, I mean it. Don't be upset.” He still didn't make a
move.
“Really?” She nodded and he smiled a very small smile.
“Listen then. I decided to bring Teàrlach here. He needs a change and maybe he
needs you, too. I can understand. Are you ready to see him?” Joy flew through
him and he tried not to show it too much.
“I am ready. I want to see him again. I miss him.”
“But I must warn you. He is not his former self.” John didn't reply.
“He fed on several humans during the last days and his power is changing into
something dark. So don't be surprised or even disappointed.” He nodded his OK.
“I see. When are you going to take him over here?”
“Would now be good?”
“Very good.” He saw her questioning eyes and added:
“Thank you, Dharma”.
“Very well then, John. He will be right here.” He saw her disappear into the
shadows and waited for Teàrlach.
***
She stood beside Teàrlach's bed and watched him dreaming. His sleep was
restless and he was sweating blood. Tears were rolling out of his eyes and his
hands were fisted into the sheets. She shot him a painful tingling and he woke
up at once. His eyes found her and he rose up.
“Goddess-mine! What's wrong?” He reached out for her and she took his hand.
“Nothing, dear, nothing. John is asking for you to come over and I promised to
take you there. Do you want it?”
God, he wanted nothing but that. He stood up swaying. His clothes were ragged
and he looked like hell.
“I need to clean up before I meet him.” And he rushed into the bathroom. It
took him only 10 minutes and with his wet hair he stood beside his Goddess. She
took his hand again and together they appeared in the cave.
John got up and was shocked by the sight of Teàrlach. He didn't show it though.
He happily smiled at him and nodded to the Goddess. She silently retreated and
left them alone.
“John.” He didn't look him into the eyes but came some steps closer.
“Teàrlach!” He quickly moved over and pulled him into his arms.
“What's wrong? Look at me, love, please?” But he just wouldn't. John grabbed
his jaw and forced him to look at him. His eyes were dark-red and blurry.
“How much did you drink?”
“I can't remember. Several times, several humans. I don't know. I am sorry.”
And he cried and sobbed in John's embrace. His whole body shook with violent
sobs and John could do nothing but hold him tight until it was over.
He led him over to the hay-bed and lay him down. He knelt beside him stroking
his hair and kissed him gently on the lips. He sighed and finally kissed back.
“I love you. Nothing will change that. Even though I slept with her, but that
was for our own good. She is nothing compared to you, you know that, don’t you?
I love you! Only you!”
“You became strong, John. You feel different against me. I can feel your skin
humming.”
“She told me, I was tingling and asked where I came from.”
“We need your power combined with mine to escape and fight her.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Let's leave now.” John stopped touching and sat back on his heels.
“Your plan is to just leave this cave and walk back to our car?”
“What else are we supposed to do?”
“I am not sure. Wouldn't she know?” Teàrlach just looked.
“I don't know how long it will take her to. But I am sure she won't follow us.
She will use Larkin and his to do so. Meaning, we will be safe for some time
and find a place to stay. Hide. Be.”
“OK then. Move, Teàrlach. Let's go.” He got up and swayed in front of John.
“Are you sure you are up to a fight?” And his body straightened at John's
words.
“Yes, I would do everything to escape this nightmare.” And they left the cave
together and walked back to their room at the B&B.
***** Coming Home *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
They packed their stuff and got into the car. John left a certain amount of
money on the desk where no one was to be seen.
He sat in the car beside his love and drove off into the landscape. Teàrlach
was moving restlessly on the seat beside him. He had to take him back to
Romania somehow. Back into the safety of the castle. They couldn't use planes
though. Sherlock was in no condition to manipulate that many people again.
Instead he found them some passage on a ship. Since they had enough money, no
questions were being asked.
He shoved Teàrlach into a cabin where he curled up into a ball on the floor. He
tried to sooth him, but nothing seemed to work. He brought some plastic-bags
with blood for him. He had provided it from a hospital on the way. He stole a
coat and stethoscope and got them out of the cooler.
“Love, you have to drink. Sit up for me, please.” He poured a bag into a mug
and held it under his nose. Then he moved away from him. He saw him get up and
follow the mug.
“Come over here. Yes, that's right. Sit down and have the drink.”
He moved like being hypnotised and his hands were trying to reach the mug.
“Please, John. I need it. Please!” He was shaking and his eyes were blown.
“Hush, it's OK. Here, take it!” Greedily Teàrlach gulped down the content of
the mug and closed his eyes. He then fell back on the bed and didn't move.
John stood beside the bed watching him. He was terrified. How could he ever
bring him back into the castle if he stayed like this? Now he was the strong
one and he had no idea of his powers or what to do with it.
***
The ship reached the small port of a town in Turkey and John found a car to
drive up to Romania. It would take some time and he had no idea if Teàrlach
would make it. He needed to drink. Maybe he had to find him some animals. He
wasn't in the state to hunt himself.
His slack body was slumped in the seat and only being held by the seatbelt
while John drove up to Romania. God, they had left here only two weeks ago and
it had felt so good. What about now? He stared at the castle with the bridge up
and didn't know what to do.
Bloody hell, he was just such an idiot. There must still be the hole in the
wall through which Teàrlach pushed the sorcerer-Colonel through. He finally
found it and dragged him through it and inside. Now he was the one taking him
in. He was not responding at all. John finally made it upstairs into their old
room. He almost cried by the view of it. It was cold and there were no wolves.
Teàrlach just stood there swaying with his eyes closed. John knelt in front of
the fireplace and heated it up. He suddenly felt him right behind him
“John!” Only a moaning, desperate and needy.
“Please, I need to feed.”
“Teàrlach, I need to get you some first. There is nothing left.” Then he felt
his hands on his shoulders. He heaved him up and turned him in his grip. John
looked up at him and saw him licking his lips. His pulse beat and he saw him
staring at his neck.
“No, you don't want to do that! Do you hear me?” His hands fell off and he
retreated some steps. He then turned away with his hands in front of his eyes.
“John, you have to put me away until you found me something to eat. I can't
hold back. I don't want to hurt you. Anyone. Take me downstairs. Now!” And he
moved.
John was shocked. He didn't want him to be locked away. These were triggered
memories, but what choice did he have? So he followed him down into the
basement to the cells.
“You will have to use the chains. They are specially made. Go on, just do it. I
will survive it. I will be needing some days to get rid of the dark.”
Hesitantly John chained him to the wall. His eyes were full of tears while
Teàrlach's were closed. He brushed over his hair, but he moved away from him.
“Leave now. I don't want you to see me in a state like this.”
“I will provide food for you. I will take care of you. This will be over soon.”
And he closed the cell behind him. He nothing but run up to their room and in
front of the fire he cried his heart out.
***
John fell asleep in front of the fireplace and woke up to a soft growl beside
his head and something really disgustingly wet on his face. He moved away and
opened his eyes to a very furry face. And a wolf looked back at him.
John slowly sat up and reached out for him. He buried his hands into his fur.
“You are their new alpha, aren't you?” He got nudged at.
“Nice to meet you”. He petted his head and stroked all over his body. He was
accepted at once, although the wolf's eyes looked questioning. And while John
took care of the fire again, he silently talked to him.
“I had to lock him into the cell, you know? He is addicted to the dark and
needs some time to adjust. And hell, he needs to feed. I am so bloody selfish.
Fuck!” And he jumped to his feet and his vision got blurry. He needed to eat
something, too. He walked down into their kitchen and as if the people had
known they were back, their fridge was stocked and many bags with blood were
stuck at their usual place. John happily grinned. The wolf's tail wiggled.
“See that?” And he threw a bag of blood into the air. He poured some in the
biggest mug he could find and heated it up. He then took out some meat for his
companion who literally wolfed it down. John himself just threw some cookies
down and when the microwave dinged he took the mug and hastily ran down to
Teàrlach's cell.
He stared at the crumpled form on the floor. One hand was fisted into the chain
and the other into his hair. He had already torn some strands off his head. He
wasn't moving at all and his eyes were closed.
“Teàrlach? Love, it's me and wolverine.” He carefully knelt down at his side
and laid his hand on his chest. He was burning up. He was never warm before.
John placed the mug on the floor and took him by the shoulders. He lifted him
up into his arms. He held the mug under his nose.
“You have to feed, love. Please. For me. For yours.” Some yelping and then the
new alpha licked over his cheek. And his eyelids twitched.
“John ...”. A shaking hand was reaching out for him.
“I am here, Teàrlach. Drink this.” He placed the mug at his lips and he
greedily drunk all of it. When the mug was empty he was panting.
“Not enough. What took you so long?” His hand tightened around John's wrist.
“I will get you some more. Let go now.” Bloodshot eyes looked up.
“”When? After your next nap?” The wolf looked at him and at John and shoved
himself between them. Teàrlach was surprised and let go of John who got up.
“Now, love. At once.” And he just left the cell without looking back.
***
It took him four days to get Teàrlach back to normal. He spent hours watching
him moving restlessly on the floor. His only other company was the wolf.
He had brought him the furry-collared blanket since he had ripped his clothes
off. His nails had grown to an impossible length. Also his hair had become
longer. He was dirty, smelled like hell and bloody tracks of tears showed on
his face, so did dried snot.
He had tried to see into him again, but he had lost this ability. Or he had
just forgotten how to do it since he left the Goddess.
But after four days he heard his voice inside his head instead.
“John? Are you there? Please come down! Please get me!” He had just lightened
the fire in their room when his voice reached him, sounding weak but back to
normal again.
“God, thank you!” And he quickly got up and ran through the castle down to the
basement. Soon after the wolf followed.
“Come on, wolverine!” The wolf barked and John grinned when both of them
appeared in front of Teàrlach's cell.
“So, this is your new best friend then?” He sat cross-legged covered by the
blanket which he held close around his thin frame as best as he could with his
chained arms.
“This is your new alpha. He introduced himself a few days back.” And he let
them into the cell to free his lover. The chains fell to the ground and John
couldn't look him in the eyes.
“John? What's wrong?” He just shook his head and turned away.
“I made a fire and heated some blood for you. Coming?” Suddenly Teàrlach stood
right in front of him. He placed his hands on John's shoulders and made him
stop.
“Did I do something to you, love?” He shook his head.
“No, you didn't. Just give me some time now, will you?” His hands fell down and
he stepped aside. He thought he would be more welcome. But maybe he had just
disappointed John again.
John wasn't disappointed with Teàrlach, he was ashamed of himself. But he
didn't let him know. He thought it was clear. But not to Teàrlach it was. He
still had problems understanding human behaviour. He still was so very self-
conscious, if anything went slightly array, he thought it was his fault. So he
just replied:
“As you wish.” No love.
***
Upstairs in their room John sat in front of the fire on his blanket. The wolf
sat close beside him. They had done so all the days before. John still felt
numb.
Teàrlach strode through the room holding his mug. He just looked at his and
thought:
“What did I do now? Everything is as before. I never know what's wrong. Why
doesn't he talk to me? I don't know what to do or how much time we have left.”
“You did nothing wrong, love. I mistreated you. I hurt you. I am just so tired.
I don't know what to say.” Teàrlach fell to his knees by his side.
“I asked you to chain me inside that cell. I would have lost control. It was
the safest thing to do.”
“I hate myself.” John still didn't look up and wasn't even aware he hadn't
spoken any of this out loud.
“You are reading my mind, John!” Teàrlach spoke out loud.
“Did I, then? Well, maybe my powers haven't disappeared completely.”
“Obviously not.” Teàrlach buried his nose in John's hair.
“May I touch you again?” He was leaning in very close now.
“What kind of question is that, Teàrlach? Please be with me. Take me with you
some place where there is no Goddess or some god-damn sorcerers or magicians.”
He pressed his fists against his eyes and started crying.
Teàrlach wrapped his arms around him. John slung his arms around his waist and
placed his head against his chest. He sobbed.
“I don't want this. I don't want to fight Dharma, your brother or the bloody
sorcerer-Colonel. I want to be with you and nothing else. Just hide us again,
will you? I don't even know how to use this new powers in a fight! Fuck,
Teàrlach, I am so fucked up!”
“Hush, John, we will have to face them. There is no way around it.”
“I feel so disgusting. How can you still love me? Hold me?” And he struggled
free and crawled some feet away from him.
“Disgusting? How could I not love you? I found you, I wanted you and I loved
you at first sight. It was “want – take – have”, remember?”
“But things have changed!” John got up on his feet and shouted these words.
“What changed, John? Tell me!” Teàrlach got up, too. Again, he was clueless.
“I slept with her! And it was good! She wanted me! A Goddess wanted me!” He
chuckled wildly and stomped through the room. Since he was a doctor, he knew he
was having a serious nervous breakdown, but he couldn't help it.
“John, come down. I slept with her, too.”
“Not helping!” They kept staring at each other.
“John, please. I want us to be together again. I love you! I want to be with
you, no matter what!” He reached out for him and hesitantly John took his hand.
They entwined their fingers and stood close to each other. With his forefinger
Teàrlach lifted up his chin and placed a tender kiss on his lips. John melted
away. He needed this so much. He trembled against him.
“Please, Teàrlach, please. Please take me home again.” And he pressed his whole
body against his lover, his vampire.
Teàrlach moved them over to their bed and placed John on the duvet. He just
wouldn't open his eyes. He undressed him and kissed him all over. He earned
some moaning, but no more. He rolled him over on his stomach and only thought
for a second about it. He then took his wrists and brought them together at his
lower back. He tied them together with his belt and took down his trousers with
the next step. Then his boxers. And he tore the rest off of him until John was
completely naked under him. Still his responses were only deep moans and
groans. As if he doesn't want to react to his actions. Well, he would make him
react.
He rolled him onto his side facing his back. He had one arm around his chest
teasing his nipples and the other at his bottom massaging his cheeks.
Not until he circled his hole, he did react. He jerked away groaning.
“No, please. Don't do that. I can't do that.”
“Why not? You liked it before and did ask me to take you home again.” John
bucked up against him, but of course it didn't help at all. His lips were
pressed into a thin line and desperately he remained unmoving when he was
turned around.
Teàrlach stopped teasing his nipples and instead languidly kissed him. He
brushed over his still closed lips, kissed down his jaw and blew on his neck.
He felt him shivering and knew it would work out. Some minutes later he felt
him relax and open up to him. He kissed him again open-mouthed and now he got
his reaction. John pressed against him murmuring:
“Make me yours again. Please! Take me! Have me!” He suddenly opened his eyes.
Dark-blue and completely blown.
“God, John!” Teàrlach moaned and moved back to his cheeks. No foreplay needed
he circled a few seconds around the opening and felt no resistance from John.
Instead he made desperate noises. Teàrlach took two fingers at once and started
to move inside his. John responded as intended and moved up to push back and
fuck himself on his fingers. His tied wrists were moving against their bonds.
Some minutes later he replaced his fingers with his cock. He grabbed John's
hips and pushed inside. He cried out loud and he stopped at once.
“Keep moving! Don't stop! Come on! Take me!” He turned him on with these words
and he pushed down and deep inside. He took hold of John against his body, had
him on his knees in front of him. His face moved from side to side on the
sheets. He used one hand to take his prick and stroked it up and down. John
growled. Teàrlach felt himself being close and threw him back on his stomach.
He slung his hands around him, pushed only very slowly and with his legs he
pressed John's together. Then he stopped moving at all and moved them up.
“Damn, Teàrlach! Yes!” His head hung down, his neck was bent sideways and his
throat was exposed. Tenderly the vampire nibbled at it. He felt John's muscles
start to contract around him and sucked some more. A low, deep rumble escaped
him and Teàrlach froze. He felt a strong humming against his skin and held
against it. Obviously John had no control over it since he just increased his
humming until Teàrlach could feel a very powerful tingling all over his skin.
And suddenly John was the one moving them around, completely out of control.
Controlled only by lust and desire they were turning several times very quickly
in the air and John screamed during the process. And then they crashed against
a wall and on the floor. Luckily John fell onto Teàrlach and his orgasm hit him
like nothing else before.
Teàrlach rolled off of him unharmed and stumbled a few steps away completely
non-orgasmed. He barely had been able to protect John from hurting himself. He
was that much surprised by his powers, he didn't hold against it afraid to hurt
him.
John sat up and looked disoriented. His wrists were still tied behind his back.
He slowly came back shaking his head.
“What the fuck did just happen?” Teàrlach carefully removed the belt and
started to massage his wrists. Then he pulled him up against him and looked him
up and down.
“You are asking me, John? You shot us against the wall with your uncontrollable
powers.” Rubbing his wrists he looked up.
“What? I did no such thing!”
“You are still vibrating. Can't you feel it?” John tried to listen inside. He
could feel his blood pulsing, but nothing else. He shrugged and looked at his
vampire.
“I have no bloody idea what just happened.” He got up and felt absurdly strong
and fresh.
“I felt you were getting us floating and I enjoyed that immensely. Then I had a
powerful orgasm.”
“Didn't you feel any tingling?” John thought about that.
“I could feel your tingling and my lust. And then we fell on the bloody floor.”
“John, I am afraid, you have no fucking control of your powers. And you inhabit
power, that's for sure. We have to exercise. I will show you how to work with
it.”
“I am not a damn sorcerer!” John shouted.
“No, but you are probably a strong magician. Your power has been triggered by
the Goddess. This is destiny, John. Don't fight it. Use it.”
“I need a drink.” He grabbed some of his old fatigues and tee and walked down
to their kitchen followed at once by the wolf. Teàrlach just grabbed some
pyjamas and followed. When entering the kitchen he was handed his heated blood
and sat at the counter.
“John, running away won't help. I have to train you. Some day soon my brother
and his will be back and fight us. The Goddess will send them down here. She
will seek revenge. And we can be thankful if the Goddess won't be here
herself.”
“Lock up this place again. The sorcerer-Colonel needed me to get inside. So he
can't get inside if I am staying inside.” John realised he was talking rubbish
and shook his head.
“But the Goddess could.” John looked at Teàrlach.
“Why don't you just return the book? Would it be that bad, if the sorcerer-
Colonel got it? The three of them can have fun together and we can just be
here.”
“John, you have no idea what you are saying, believe me.” John recognized him
being very serious and sighed swallowing a bitter response.
“You know, until you start making me a sorcerer by tomorrow, I will get drunk
now.” And he got the bottle of malt and a glass.
“Oh, please don't follow.” Teàrlach had already got to his feet, but stopped
dead now.
“OK, go ahead and get drunk. But tomorrow you will be mine.” John looked over
his shoulder.
“I am already yours, Teàrlach. Don't you know?” And he left.
***
Teàrlach swore. Again he did it wrong. What was he supposed to do now?
“Did he really mean it? Not to follow him? Where did he go to? Not to our room,
I suppose.” Finally he decided to give him time and returned to their room. He
sat on the bed and closed his eyes.
He felt the wolf close by and patted the duvet. He jumped up and came up close
to him. He scratched his fur all over and he growled back at him.
Finally Teàrlach lay down and so did the wolf beside him. Tenderly he stroked
over his fur and left his hand on his neck.
“I know, I haven't shown my respect to you before and I want to tell you I am
sorry. I was a bit jealous, you know? Because of you and John together. You and
your pack belong here, belong to me. I want you here. Do you understand?” And
he looked down. The wolf looked back and if he wouldn't know better, it seemed
he was smiling at him.
***
Meanwhile John had entered the basement-chamber and sat on the sarcophagus he
had found Teàrlach on before. He poured a drink after lighting some candles he
had found.
“Well, damn good place for a sorcerer to be, isn't it? Try to get used to it,
John, this is your future.” And he gulped down the content of the glass and
refilled it at once.
“What will I become? The evolution of John. From Soldier-Boy to Sorcerer-
Captain.” He giggled.
“From Vampire-Lover to Goddess-Lover.” His shoulders shook and he had another
shot.
Soon after he was lying on his stomach on the sarcophagus eyeing the empty
bottle.
“Fuck. I want more.” He deeply growled and suddenly felt some sparks exploding
in his brain. And his glass was full of a golden liquid. He very carefully got
up and knelt on the cold stones. He grabbed the glass and sniffed it. It
smelled exactly the same as the stuff he was drinking before.
“Well, that would be handy indeed. But he wouldn't train me doing that.” He
gulped down the drink and suddenly froze. He rubbed over his arms and thought
of their blanket. And suddenly he was covered in the furry-collared one.
John laid down on the sarcophagus and covered himself with it. He had drunk
himself into oblivion and didn't care of tomorrow. He rolled on his side and
fell asleep.
***
Teàrlach heated himself a mug of blood in the morning. John hadn't returned
from wherever he was. He shouldn't have let him go. He drowned his blood and
started to search for him. Carefully he reached out until he found a fuzzy mind
dreaming.
He took a plastic bucket and filled it with cold water. He carried it down to
his place from so many years ago. He found John sleeping. His fists were
clenched into the blanket. Where did the blanket come from? Since he didn't
want to ruin it, he very carefully pulled it off of John. And then he emptied
the water over him. He got up coughing and spitting.
“Come to your senses, John. Time is up. Training has started.”
“What? Are you insane, Teàrlach?” He was completely soaked and started to
shiver. He thought of the fireplace and the warmth it provided. Then he felt
Teàrlach staring.
“John, don't! Stop it at once!” The first flames licked over the walls.
“Stop what?”
“You will be burning the place down, if you don't stop!” John looked at the
walls.
“I didn't do that! I don't know how to stop it!” He jumped off the sarcophagus.
“Look inside my brain. Now!” And John really tried to see what he did. But he
only had a sense of water running down the walls and then the fire was gone.
And he felt a huge migraine approaching. He held this head and carefully
massaged his temples. His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy. He may become
sick soon. He leant against Teàrlach.
“What did you see, John? Tell me!” John held him tight and placed his forehead
against his chest.
“Water. I saw water.” He nodded.
“Very good, John. What did you feel when you lit the fire?”
“I was cold. I thought about our room and the fireplace.”
“Where did your blanket come from?”
“I thought of it.” Then he grinned.
“And I thought of some more to drink.” He still inhaled the scent of his
vampire.
“So?” He rubbed his nose over his shirt.
“So what?”
“This was “How To Become A Powerful Magician 101”. What did you just learn?”
And with that question asked he pulled John off of his chest by a powerful grip
around his neck. John hissed through gritted teeth.
“I have to imagine what I want.” He roughly shook his neck.
“Very good, John. And?” He was shaken again.
“I have to be careful.” The grip even tightened.
“Perfect.” John stared up into his eyes. And finally got it. He pulled up an
image of himself disappear out of his grip and appear behind his back. And then
he stood behind his love looking at his back. He heard him chuckle. Carefully
he placed his arms around him and pulled him against his body.
“I don't want this. I don't want to be the sorcerer-Captain, Teàrlach.”
“You are not like him. You are good. Don't worry. I will be at your side.”
***** Sorcerer-Colonel vs. Sorcerer-Captain *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Tim lay awake in Larkin's arms and kept thinking about the upcoming fight
against Teàrlach and his pet. He was wondering, if they are going to make it or
better, if he would survive it.
“Of course you will survive. Our Goddess is with us and I am with you, Tim. I
won't let them get to you. Besides, you are a god-damn powerful sorcerer. So
why worry?”
“I can't hide my thoughts from you, Larkin. I don't want to bother you. I am
sorry.” And he tried to get out of the bed away from Larkin.
“Stay!” His voice rumbled against his back only slightly tingling against him.
Larkin had avoided it all the time since the incident in the mansion. Now he
felt he needed to provoke, to wake Tim up. It was time. And Tim started to
fight.
“No, I need to prepare. And I need to shower.” He held against Larkin.
“Very good, Tim. You are back to normal. We will fight them and we will
survive. You will get the book. I will get my brother back. And both of us will
be having some fun with his pet.”
“And you could form a new coven.” Larkin looked up at Tim who stood beside the
bed.
“Right now you are my coven.” Tim could just stare, but smiled almost shyly.
When Larkin heard Tim singing under the shower, he sat cross-legged on their
bed and tried to reach their Goddess. And soon enough he heard her voice:
“Larkin. Are you finally going to leave and fight for me?” He swallowed.
“Goddess-mine, I am sorry. But Tim needed some rest. It is my fault. We will be
leaving today to fight them. We will have the book and Teàrlach back soon.”
“Don't you forget, you are not fighting only Teàrlach but this John person,
too. Due to his stay with me he gained power. He has it in him. Like your pet
and like Teàrlach had. He is very strong, he could even hold against me while
we were .. Well, never mind. I am sure Teàrlach will teach him, that's why I
want you to hurry.”
“We will be leaving tonight.”
“It will take too long. Just let me know you are ready and I will take you
there personally. Although I won't fight.”
“You have us to fight for you, Goddess-mine.”
“That's good to know, Larkin.” And she left him. Larkin was covered in bloody
sweat when Tim returned.
“You spoke to hear?” He just nodded.
“We will be leaving soon. Hurry up and prepare the things we need. She will
take us.” Tim looked surprised.
“I can make it up to her and apologize properly.” He smiled happily.
“She will be tremendously happy about it.” Larkin shook his head murmuring to
himself. Then he showered, too, and thought about his brother.
“Why, Teàrlach? Why does it have to end like this?” He still had feelings for
his little brother. And when the Goddess gave him back, he thought everything
would be just fine. He had no idea what he'd created. He thought they could be
a family forever then.
For a long time he had him on a very long leash and let him run around
exploring. But he wasn't behaving properly. He was good. He fell in love with a
human. Disgusting little brat that was. Anyways, he took care of it. He found
them, tortured him to death while his brother had to watch everything.
Sometimes he still could hear his desperate pleas. Afterwards he decided it was
better to keep him locked away for a while to show him what he thought was
right. But he wasn't able to break him. He just suffered hanging in the chains,
yearning for blood and just being miserable. But he never again took a human
in, neither man or woman.
And then he made his escape and was gone for many decades until they finally
found him in Romania. They played hide and seek for years. He had become so
strong being both magician and vampire, he could hide himself successfully from
him. Until he met his soldier-boy. He also was a disgusting little brat. Even
though quite attractive.
“Yes, he is, isn't he, Larkin? But you have your own plaything. So don't even
think of it.”
“Brother-mine! How rude to shower with me.” He smiled against the tiles.
“Shut up! I just want to warn you. Don't fight me! Don't fight us! We only want
to live in peace.”
“Mine wants his book. And I want you, brother-mine. I want you to be with me
again.”
“I am not crossing over to the dark.”
“I heard something else.”
“It won't happen again.”
“You killed and fed of humans.”
“Yes, I did. And I hate myself for it.”
“Don't! That's your nature! You are a vampire! Use your powers and have fun!”
“That's what I do. I am having fun my way. Don't bother.”
“See you soon, brother-mine.” Teàrlach left and he turned the shower off.
***
„John, they are on their way. Are you ready?” John was standing in the bailey
balancing a ball of fire in his palm. He threw it up and down and made it
disappear again.
“How many times are you going to say that?” They faced each other.
“I just talked to my brother. He won't give up. They are close.”
“I am ready. More than ready to pay this slut back. He hurt me badly.”
“Don't let your hate lead your actions, John.” John laughed out loud.
“I will get you a bloody hooded cloak and a light-sabre. Who are you? My jedi-
master?”
“What they say in that films is true. Hate doesn't help you. It only worsens
things.”
“OK, then. I will just fight for the greater good. Whatever.” Teàrlach grabbed
his elbow.
“John, I am dead serious. I want us to survive the fight. I don't want to loose
you. Not to the dark and not out of my existence. I love you!” And John woke
up.
“Jesus, Teàrlach, I am sorry.” He wiped over his forehead.
“Everything is just so strange. It is hard for me to cope with everything.” He
sighed and leant against him.
“But I promise trying to stay alive for you, for us. I love you, too!” Teàrlach
tilted his head and kissed him tenderly. After a minute John broke the kiss and
said:
“Look what I can do!” And he kept on throwing the ball of fire into the air.
***
Larkin and his stood in their living-room holding hands. Larkin reached out for
their Goddess and soon enough she appeared out of the corner. Both men dropped
to their knees at once.
“Very well, then. Feeling better now, sorcerer?” He looked up at her.
“Yes, thank you, Goddess-mine, much better.” She smiled at him.
“Larkin!” He jerked.
“Everything ready?” He nodded.
“Yes, of course.”
“Are you sure?” He knew then she knew about his conversation with his brother.
“It was worth a try, wasn't it?” She grinned thinly.
“But it's no fun!” She then reached out for them and they got up. Tim grabbed
their backpack and she pulled them into her embrace. The world disappeared.
***
“They are close. I just felt them moving. I just felt her.” His voice had a
disgusted edge.
“Dharma?”
“No, Miss Piggy, John. Come on then. Let's take the fight to them and use the
moment of surprise.”
“Don't be like that, Teàrlach. Don't patronise me.”
“Then don't act stupid, John. Come on.” John didn't answer and followed him.
Side by side they stood in the bailey where the Goddess appeared together with
Larkin and the sorcerer-Colonel. She stared at John.
“John.” He stared back at her. She was more beautiful than ever with the wind
blowing through her hair and her ready-to-fight stance.
“Dharma.” Both Larkin and Tim now stared at her Goddess and gaped.
“You just left me. I am very disappointed, John.”
“I am sorry, I really am. But I had no choice. I had to rescue my love.”
“Yes, obviously you had. Such a shame.” She sighed.
“Have fun then!” And gone she was.
Teàrlach was the first to regain his posture.
“Larkin, one last chance for you. Leave the premises now.”
“Oh, brother-mine. We have no choice and you know that. I turned myself over a
long time ago. I am stuck. I can't go back.” He shook his head and simply
looked at his younger brother.
“If I tell you where I have left the book of yours, will you promise by blood
you will hold back?” Both of them looked at each other then and John was just
staring daggers at Tim. Tim was wondering if he had gotten insane while being
with their Goddess. She was theirs, not John's. But what the hell had happened?
He felt a jealous sting rushing through him. They seemed to be intimate. But
that couldn't be possible, could it? He felt dizzy and shook his head. And
heard Larkin say:
“Can I talk to Tim privately about it?”
“Yes.” Teàrlach said.
“No.” John said. But Teàrlach just pulled him to the side.
“You promised me to behave. I am just trying to prevent a fight.” He stroked
small circles over John's back and he came down again.
Both of them watched Larkin and the sorcerer-Colonel now. Tim looked up at
Larkin.
“You just can't be serious!”
“Why not?” Larkin shrugged.
“No one will be hurt. You would have your beloved book back. And I don't have
to kill my brother.”
“But what about our Goddess? She wants us to fight!”
“She wants power. She gains more power if you possess the book. She will get
over Teàrlach. And John. There will be others to play with.”
“But I hate him! This rotten little vampire-slut! I want to kill him!”
“Vampire-slut, Tim, do you even listen to yourself?” He sighed.
“Please, Tim. I don't want you to get hurt in a senseless fight. And I really
don't want to loose my little brother.” That made Tim finally look back at him.
“You prefer to not fight because you are afraid to loose me? And him? Fuck,
Larkin! You are getting sentimental!” He whispered roughly and pulled him down
into a forceful kiss. Maybe he was becoming insane, too? Or weak?
“OK then, let's see what we can achieve.” They returned to Teàrlach and his.
They exchanged looks, but these were calm. Even though some tingling was in the
air between John and Tim, but both were held back by Teàrlach and Larkin.
“So, brother-mine. Where is the book?”
“First the oath sealed with blood. I am not making this mistake twice.”
“Whose blood?” Both John and Tim asked.
“Our mixed blood.” Larkin answered. And John pulled out his army knife stepping
up closer to Larkin. Within a second Tim stood snarling in front of Larkin.
John looked back at Teàrlach who came closer and took the knife from him. John
retreated again and so did Tim. Larkin extended his arm to his brother and he
cut over his skin. He handed over the knife and Larkin returned the favour.
They pressed their arms together and made their promise to each other. They
were in their heads shielded from theirs. They used the old power neither Tim
nor John could use or even understand. It had nothing to do with magic, they
were vampires, very old vampires.
“Oh, brother-mine. Why? Sometimes I yearn for you.”
“I don't want to be a part of your coven.”
“I haven't even started to form a new coven. Tim is my coven right now.”
“I am really surprised, Larkin.”
“I am happy I found him. At first it was just the sex. He knew things, I
haven't even thought of before. And he did them to me and showed me what he
wanted me to do to him. But lately it became more. I think you sort of
understand how I feel.”
“I do, Larkin, I do.” They took each others hands and held on.
“Just tell me, why did you kill him?”
“I was jealous. I hated him because you loved him. Not me. You didn't want to
be with me. Be what I was. You were too good to be true. I hated you. I always
wanted power. And the only quick way to achieve power was through our Goddess.”
“You sacrificed human beings on the altar of Tara to her!”
“Yes, I did. Different time then, Teàrlach.”
“You made me a vampire.”
“Otherwise she would have killed you.”
“You killed me to save my life?” Larkin chuckled and shrugged. Just so.
“I loved you. I loved you when I was still human and I loved you when I was a
vampire. I even love you now. But the Goddess influences me. And sometimes I
can't control it. So this oath is a good thing.”
“I believe you, Larkin. And I love you, too. You are my family. Just take good
care of yours now. Make him behave.” And he smiled at him. Larkin returned the
smile.
“I will. I will explain everything to my Goddess and hopefully she won't kill
me.”
“She won't, she needs you, Larkin. And here is the book.” Teàrlach lifted the
shield and both Tim and John could hear them say good-bye. Larkin pulled his
younger brother close and hugged him tight. When he saw John approach, he just
dropped his army knife and grinned. Sheepishly John grinned back. Tim was
clueless, but sensed no danger.
“Thank you, brother-mine. We will be leaving now and head back to London.”
“Let me know if you are in trouble, Larkin.” He just nodded and then they left.
***
John shook his head. He couldn't hardly believe what had just happened. He was
prepared to kill and to use magic. He wasn't prepared for this. Teàrlach just
passed by him and said quietly:
“Aren't you happy it ended this way? No killings, no lost love, no casualties?”
“I was hoping I could have at least broke his bloody nose! He threatened to
torture me, he hurt me.”
“Just come to bed with me, please?” And he held out his hand.
“And this is it then? Sorry, Teàrlach, but I have to let off some steam.” The
vampire painfully grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.
“If you want to fight something, you can fight me. But don't go away now. I am
asking you now to please not leave me alone.” John was surprised and showed it.
He looked up at him.
“I am not leaving you alone, love. I am coming to bed with you. But I will be
all over you.”
“Do whatever you need to do. I can stand it. As long as you are not leaving
me.” And do something extremely stupid. But the last he did not say. They
reached their sleeping-room and stood in front of the bed. The wolf was not in
and the fire was almost off.
Teàrlach reached out for John and hugged him. John was breathing open-mouthed
already and wanted more. He grabbed his neck and forced him down. He kissed him
forcefully biting and sucking at his tongue and lips. Teàrlach moaned and
writhed against him. He already felt John humming all over and was prepared.
He let him shove him on the bed and for once let John go for it. He was pliant
all over and let him do what he wanted. And somehow he even started to like it
when John grabbed his wrists and placed them over his head just enjoying the
view beneath him. He undressed him and got the black handcuffs out. And he
really used them on him. Wherever he got the second pair from, he had no idea,
but he attached them to their headrest and his hands were tied together over
his head. Now, this was different, but he liked it. Once being not the one in
charge.
OK, he could just rip them off with his strength or let them disappear by
magic. But he wanted John to have it his way. And he gave in. And enjoyed
tremendously.
John slid down and grabbed his ankles to pull him down so his arms were
stretched over his head. He sat on his stomach bending down and kissing him
roughly. Down from his lips over his jaw, neck, throat, chest and nipples.
Teàrlach was a writhing mess when John slid further down and his tongue reached
his navel.
“John! Stop torturing me! Take me! Have me! Give it to me!” And his hips pushed
up and he almost threw John off to the side. But he threw some tingling down at
him which made him shiver. Parts of his skin twitched as if he was having
cramps but he didn't complain.
John opened the buttons of his denims and pulled them over his thighs. He
dropped his shoes and socks and soon the boxers followed. He knelt beside him
and cupped his straining cock with his palm. It twitched and he moaned loudly.
He blew over his cock. He was breathing quickly now and his eyes were closed
tightly. John smiled and took his prick into his mouth. Teàrlach shouted and
pushed up, his legs kicking wildly. And John was wondering if he could summon
some ropes, too, after he had already wished for alcohol and blankets. And
while licking all the way down with his tongue and taking him in, he imagined
two pairs of ropes separately tied around his ankles and the posts, so his legs
were spread widely. And a second later he felt him thrashing against his
restraints and John just sucked at his head hollowing his cheeks and repeating
his motions over and over. Teàrlach was howling by now and was very, very
close. John denied him his orgasm and sat up looking down at him. He really
enjoyed the view. He never had him like this. He hadn't known, that it was even
possible. Perhaps he hadn't known either?
He was sweating all over and his blood was soaking the sheets. His long, wavy
hair clung to his forehead and temple. He was a bloody mess. He looked like a
fallen angel.
“John, please! Please! Please!”
“What? What? What?” He nibbled at his navel and at both his nipples. He sucked
them erect and bit around them.
Teàrlach couldn't utter a coherent word by now. And since John knew, he would
stop him, if it would become unbearable, he just moved on.
He knelt between his legs and got his arse up on his thighs. He moved his
finger between his cheeks and circled his hole. Teàrlach threw his head from
side to side. He teased it, touched it, pressed it and moved away again. And he
arched off the bed. Again John threw some tingling down, this time a bit
stronger than before. And he earned a shout. Had it been too much? He stopped
his administrations and waited, but he kept moaning and breathing deeply,
shaking his head.
John pushed in a single finger and moved it inside him. He heard him making
noises, he had never heard before. Soon he made it two fingers. He found his
prostate and brushed over it. He shouted. He spread his fingers around it and
pressed it together. He saw his cock leaking at once. He did it again and as
long as he pressed, it kept on leaking. He never saw that before.
He replaced his fingers with his cock and pushed inside trying to hit home with
every trust. His fingers held on to his prick preventing him from orgasm.
“John! Harder! Now! Please!” Coherent words were back, he must be doing
something wrong. So he stopped moving at all and bent down over his cock
licking over the head through the slit. He took some more in and hollowed his
cheeks, his fingers were teasing his nipples, pinching and twisting rather
evilly.
He looked up into his face again and saw his eyes were rolling back into his
head. He gritted his teeth and tried very hard not to scream. John placed
himself on top of him and kissed him on his lips. He was responding perfectly
and opened his mouth at once. John had more fantasies, but before he wished he
kissed him languidly and slowly. He made keening noises and started pleading
again. And John wished. Suddenly a huge silicon ball-gag appeared inside his
mouth and strapped itself around his head. His pupils crossed over when his
mouth was forced open and the moaning became more intense even. He started
drooling around it and made noises, John wanted to have as a ringtone on his
mobile. Maybe he would.
John knew, he wouldn't make it for long. He kissed his cheekbones, his jaw and
his neck. He went some more over his nipples and navel. Desperate noises were
made, when he went south. His hand grabbed his prick and he entered him again.
He both worked his prick and his hole becoming faster and faster. He felt him
clenching around him and the tension in his balls. With his second clench he
came inside him and two seconds later Teàrlach came all over him screaming
behind the gag.
John fell down on him panting heavily barely hearing the noises he made. He had
his eyes closed and only wished for the restraints to fall off. And they did.
Teàrlach didn't do much but look up at John with blurry red eyes. He was
shaking all over, both of them did.
“John?” His voice was all croaky. He poked him into his side. He turned around.
Sated, satisfied.
“Hm?” His hand reached up and cupped his face. His thumb stroked over his lips
swollen from the violent kissing and the brutal gag. He felt it. He let his
hands wander to his wrists and felt the wetness. He looked down at his bloody
wrists and rope burnt ankles and sat up at once. He was shocked. He had been
selfish. He rolled off the bed and stood there swaying. He pulled up his denims
and grabbed a tee. Still shaking terribly he said:
“I make you a mug of blood as you like it. I put some marshmallows in it.”
“John, wait.” But he had already left. Teàrlach got up and just followed him
without getting dressed. He decided against it after a few steps since it would
irritate his. He got into his denims and shirt and ran downstairs. He found
John staring at the microwave waiting for the ding. When it did, he placed the
mug on the counter and added the marshmallows. He placed it in front of him.
“I am so sorry, love.” He just shook his head and tears welled up. He couldn't
look at him.
“No, John, no. I asked for it. I offered myself. You had to react to
everything. You didn't hurt me, love.”
John just looked.
“Your noises. I shot magic at you. You trembled.”
“I am perfectly alright.” He grabbed the mug trying very hard not to shake
anymore. Even though he had thought of something like this, when he looked
around his brother's brain, this had been different. He actually wanted it the
other way around.
He was hurt in fact and the magic, he was shot at with, had been hurting like
hell. But he wouldn't tell his and very carefully hid behind a shield. Instead
he drank his blood to regain his strength.
“What can I do for you?” Teàrlach looked at John.
“You are here. That's perfectly fine. Just hold me. Cuddle me. Fall asleep
beside me.”
“I will take care of you. Always. As I promised before.”
“I know, John. I know. Come on, now.” They went upstairs again and John got all
the sex toys off their bed. Teàrlach spooned up behind him and held him close.
John relaxed and enjoyed his circling palm. He gave in and closed his eyes.
Soon after he was fast asleep.
***** A Goddesses Revenge *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Tim was depressed. He had expected a fight. He had wanted his revenge for
having to crawl away from the castle after the leech had pulled the power off
the earth. And what now?
Larkin had prevented a fight. Tim was restless. And disappointed. He walked
beside him and didn't speak a word. Neither did Larkin. But the way he looked
at him from time to time just said everything. They reached the clearing Larkin
and his coven first confronted John. Larkin said:
“I will contact our Goddess now.” Tim smirked.
“Good luck with that!” Larkin was speechless and just closed his eyes. It took
her only a few seconds to appear.
“Larkin! Damn you!” He at once felt the pressure and dropped down on his knees.
He wanted to look into her eyes and explain everything, but she sent searing
pain. He fell further down on his hands, his head hanging low.
“Sorcerer! You may explain!” She stepped up to him and he went was kneeling,
too.
“Goddess-mine. I am not sure what happened. They made an oath to each other
sealed by blood. Teàrlach told him where the book was and in return he didn't
harm John.” Thunder rolled through the wood and suddenly the sun was hiding
behind dark clouds.
“What did you do all the time, sorcerer?” He stared at the ground.
“Look at me!” And he did.
“I was held back. I wasn't able to fight.” The truth wrapped in suitable words.
“You could have, you are strong.” She had tilted her head piercing him with her
gaze.
“I didn't want to disappoint mine.” Finally he admitted it being afraid of the
pain, she would inflict on him if not.
“You are disappointing me! And you are telling the truth. I don't like it, but
it can't be changed now. Well then, Larkin. Where's the book?” She went
painfully through his brain and got the information needed. She than shot some
magic at Larkin which pushed him not only on the ground but also inside. He
didn't move anymore. Tim stared at his Goddess. She smiled.
“Don't worry, sorcerer. He'll live. Just feed him.”
“Aren't you ...” She shot daggers at him and he flinched.
“No, I am not. Jut see for yourself how you are getting back.” And she
disappeared.
Tim knelt beside Larkin and turned him on his back. He lifted him up and
pressed his wrist against his mouth, nothing. He took out his knife and pried
open his mouth. Then he cut his arm and let the blood drop into his mouth.
Still nothing. He shook him and tried to read his mind. Empty. Tim was
desperate. Would he recover? What was he supposed to do? Get help? Ask Teàrlach
and John for help? He had to get over it to save his.
Tim felt sorry now for his behaviour towards him, his disapproval of how he had
handled everything and prevented the fight, probably death. He gnawed on his
lips thinking.
He pulled Larkin down under a tree into the shadows and hurried back to the
castle. He entered through the hole in the wall where he had been pushed
through. Carefully he reached out for either Teàrlach or John.
It must have been because of the state of his mind that he didn't feel John
sneak up on him. He was kicked from behind and his legs gave in. He fell flat
on the cobblestones and just didn't move.
“What the fuck do you want, sorcerer?”
Tim turned on his back, but didn't try to get up.
“Larkin needs help. I need to talk to yours.” John didn't reply but intruded
into his mind. No barrier.
“Please.” Well, that was unexpected.
“OK, get up. I know Teàrlach wants to hear it.” Tim got up and both of them
entered the castle. Teàrlach came running down the stairs and stopped right in
front of Tim.
“What happened to my brother, sorcerer?” Tim's throat was dry and his blood
still dropped out of the cut.
“She shot him some magic. She wasn't pleased with him. He is not moving and
didn't want to feed on me!” He was holding up his arm and unintentionally
Teàrlach licked over his lips. Tim’s lips quivered.
“He wouldn't feed?” Tim shook his head.
“I can't see into his mind, can't read it. It's all empty. Blank.”
“Where is he?”
“On the clearing. I'll show you.”
“No, you stay here with John. I'll go.” John stopped him by blocking his way.
“You are not going alone. Not again.”
“I'll be back in a second with my brother. Don't follow!”
“OK, but hurry up. Tim might be in danger.” Tim flinched and moved some steps
away from John. He could sense his strength, his power. He was wondering about
his magical abilities. Then a cup of tea was shoved under his nose. Bewildered
he took it, but was silently thankful.
“Will you tell me what happened out there?” Inside John wondered how this
powerful creature became so weak. Love clearly was a hindrance. Caring was not
an advantage.
“Larkin tried to explain to our Goddess. But she got very upset about it. She
wouldn't listen to any of it. And then she hit him. It only passed by me, but
it touched my soul.”
Then both of them felt Teàrlach return. Larkin hung over his shoulder. Tim
didn't make a move. John somehow could feel what he experienced. He wasn't in
exact the same position, but he had felt the loss when Teàrlach was gone. He
just lay his hand on Tim's shoulder, who looked back with surprised eyes. He
wondered about John's kindness. He had pushed him around in the camp, had
threatened him and hurt him. He was special. He has been as a normal human and
he was now, too.
“John, get a room ready, please!” They moved upstairs and John moved back duvet
and blanket on a bed and lit a fire. Teàrlach dropped Larkin on the bed and
looked him up and down. He slowly turned to the door where Tim stood leaning
against the frame.
“I wouldn't hear any of it. No virgin blood. It's either your own sacrifice or
mine. Do you hear me?” Power pulsed against Tim, but he held against it even
though it painfully tingled and his body vibrated.
“But he'll die!”
“He won't die. Go, try again.” Tim hurried inside and sat on the bed beside his
pressing his wrists on his mouth. Nothing happened.
“Move away, sorcerer. Let me.” Tim climbed over to Larkin's other side and
watched Teàrlach cut his wrist with a fingernail. He opened his brother's mouth
and let it flow. After several minutes Larkin swallowed and groaned, but still
hardly moved. Tim looked better now.
“Tim, go and get him some heated blood. John will show you.” John looked not
amused.
“John?” He sighed and led Tim out of the room.
Teàrlach listened inside his brother's mind. Fuzzy. But then his eyelids
fluttered open and his eyes found his brother.
“Brother mine ...How ...” And he groaned.
“Hush, Larkin. You are with me, you are safe.” He stroked his brother's head
carding through his hair.
“Did you let me feed off you?”
“Yes, you wouldn't take yours.”
“Too weak.” Now Larkin closed his eyes again and whispered:
“Why? After all I did to you! And yours.”
“It has been forgiven. I understand, why you did what you did.”
“I don't know what ...” He closed his eyes again and turned his head away.
Teàrlach took his hand.
“Just relax. When you are feeling better, we'll talk some more.” Right then Tim
returned with a mug of heated blood. Teàrlach helped Larkin up to lean against
the headrest. Tim held the mug against his lips, since Larkin wasn't able to
hold it himself. He drank slowly all of the blood. And thankfully touched Tim's
hand.
“You returned to them for me.” He looked into Tim's eyes.
“I would do everything for you. I was so afraid I'd loose you. She just left.”
“I think, we have to be very careful now.” Tim could feel the mug shake in his
hands.
“I think, you ought to rest now. I'll be here.” Larkin lay down and closed his
eyes. Tim somehow felt lost and didn't look at Teàrlach or John. But he just
stayed on the bed.
“Everything you need is in the bathroom. Feel free to go and use the kitchen.
If you need anything, just across the aisle. No dark magic in here,
understood?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Tim didn't look at John or Teàrlach. He had no intention to
leave this room. He felt as if all his strength had suddenly been taken away
from him. He dared to look at them and quietly begged:
“Just don't make me leave, please?” Both Teàrlach and John left and finally Tim
could let go. He crawled into Larkin's side and cried quietly.
***
He soon slid down resting his head on his chest and fell asleep beside Larkin.
When he woke up, it was from the soft caress of Larkin's fingers carding
through his hair.
“You look better.” Tim looked up at his checking him out.
“Can't say the same about you, Tim.” He just shrugged.
“Did you eat?”
“No. I had a tea.”
“Go, fetch something for you and get me another heated mug of blood, will you?”
Tim jumped up.
“Of course!” He was happy now that Larkin was better. He left the room and was
greeted by a feral growl. He stood ramrod still and looked down at a huge wolf
with bared teeth.
“Wolverine, it's fine. He's a guest. Leave him alone.” John suddenly stood
beside the wolf. Tim felt their connection. Now, that was interesting.
Connecting to animals needed extremely powerful magic. How had being with her
Goddess triggered that? What would have happened, could have happened, if he
had slept with her? His thoughts went wild.
“She wouldn't have slept with you, Tim.”
“Why not?” He didn't even question the fact, that John could mind-read.
“She could have long before. She could have just taken you. Only she didn't.
You are just not interesting enough.”
“But I worship her.” Tim almost pouted.
“And that's it , Tim. I didn't. And I don't. I held against her and she liked
that.” Just facts.
“I am an idiot.” Tim finally admitted.
“I am not commenting on that.” John smirked.
“You don't have to. Just hold on to that dog now.” Tim brought up his head by
now.
“Don't annoy him. He's Teàrlach's alpha.” John ruffled the fur of his head.
“I see.” Tim moved on the spot.
“What do you want anyway?” John finally asked.
“I need something to eat. So does Larkin. I wanted to go and heat up some blood
for him, if you don't mind, and see if I could find a snack for myself.” Tim
didn't say the word “Please” but his voice did.
“Well, I am going to cook later for myself anyway, so if you are up to it and
he can get up, join us downstairs in an hour.” John wondered about himself, why
he was being so bloody nice. Was it pity?
“I'll get a snack now and some blood for him.” Carefully he made a step
forward.
“That's fine, come.” Both of them walked downstairs into the kitchen. He heated
a mug for him and also gave him some weetabix. Tim got some cookies and before
getting up again he found the strength to ask John:
“What are you going to cook?”
“What about spaghetti bolognese?” John suggested.
“Great. Haven't had that in a long time. Don't make it too homey, I might stay
longer.” Tim produced a very lopsided smile and John grinned.
“You and Larkin can stay as long as you want, the castle is big enough.” Tim
couldn't reply, but smiled while returning to Larkin. He had threatened this
man, hit him and hurt him badly. And now he was treated with dinner. He had so
much power and still was so good. He did realize, he felt way too calm. He was
wondering, if this was the result of being glamoured. He just gave in. As long
as Larkin was unharmed, everything would be just fine. He would behave as long
as needed. And maybe even get some more impressed.
“John said to dip this into the blood for more texture.” He showed Larkin the
weetabix when climbing back on the bed.
“Hm, OK?” Carefully Larkin tried and liked it a lot. He devoured everything
very quickly.
“Some vampire you are!” Tim said smiling.
“What? Why?” Larkin replied crumbly, his mouth full.
“Besides, John is cooking and we are invited, if you make it downstairs.”
“Of course I make it downstairs. But I need to shower and change.”
“I see, if I find something to dress. Do you need help?”
“I might be very, very old. But no, I don't.” His glare was vicious, but Tim
just smiled.
***
John chopped onions and sliced tomatoes. He thought about their guests and how
relaxed he actually was about that. One day he was about to be killed by them
and today he fed them.
Anyway, if Teàrlach was happy while having Larkin stay over, so was he. Even
though it meant having the sorcerer-Colonel around. But he also knew he was
much stronger now, he wasn't helpless anymore. Also he was over the feeling of
taking revenge.
He felt them approach. Larkin stepped down the stairs very carefully and
slowly. He wore one of John's old sweat pants which where way too short on him
and a tee which was quite tight around his chest. Why didn't he wear something
of his brother? John shook his head.
Tim's arm was around his waist and they seemed to be a fitting pair.
“You are lost in thoughts, John.” Suddenly Teàrlach stood beside him and
smacked his bum.
“But you are right, they fit each other rather well.”
“Damn, I could have chopped my finger off!” He eyed him from down below.
“Never mind, you are powerful. You could grow another.” Teàrlach grinned.
“That's not funny!” Teàrlach shrugged.
“I wasn't joking.” Then he turned to face their guests.
“Larkin, brother-mine, Tim. Please have a seat over there.”
And he showed them to the huge table John was sitting at a long time ago. How
long ago was that? Barely three months. Since then everything had changed.
But now once again the table was beautifully made up. Wine, fruits and
everything. Where are those minions anyway? John sighed. He heated up the pan
to do the meat and grated the cheese. And since the wolf sat by his side, he
dropped some meat to the kitchen floor. Teàrlach's eyebrows rose. John sensed
his mood.
“You said, not by the table. This isn't the table.” Carefully defensive.
“No, but it's the kitchen. I don't like it, John.” Teàrlach told him.
“OK then, last time. I am sorry.” He placed a bowl of weetabix between Larkin
and Teàrlach and heated some blood. He also placed some nice silver goblets on
the table. For himself and Tim he had wine in a decanter to breathe. And the
spaghetti bolognese. They enjoyed their dinner in harmony and silence. When
finished John asked for dessert and Larkin shook the empty bowl. Tim cleared
his throat.
“Do you have any chocolate?” He needed his sweets.
“Sure, hold on.” He refilled the weetabix and got a bar of Swiss chocolate for
Tim. For himself he had some gum.
“Larkin, we need to talk some more.” Teàrlach suddenly said.
“Care for a drink?” John asked Tim. Tim nodded after looking at Larkin and they
left. They sat in the TV room on the sofa and had a soccer match on. And
suddenly the tension rose when Tim faced John.
“This is weird, you have to admit it.” John faced him, too.
“I am not denying it at all.” Slowly he shook his head smiling at Tim.
“How the fuck do you cope with all this?” Tim wanted to know.
“I am not sure. If it weren't for Teàrlach, I ...” He shook his head.
“If it weren't for Teàrlach, you still would serve and be at some other place
by now fighting. And so would I.” He shrugged. John looked at him his face
holding a serious expression.
“Instead you ganged up with Larkin and his coven. You threatened me, hurt me
and almost killed me. I am deeply in love with a vampire and so are you. Now
what?” They grinned at each other and John refilled their glasses.
“Yes, I am, am I?” He slowly shook his head, as if he still couldn't believe
it. But he smiled when he continued.
“You are impressive, do you know that? I threatened you and hurt you very
badly. Even though you are having me around. You could retreat and leave me be,
you know?”
“Of course I know. But mine wants to have his brother around. He wants him to
return. You are his love. So you are accepted. I love mine. So I accept it.”
Tim just looked at John and downed the rest of his drink.
“You know, now that you have said it out loud, I realised it for real. I love
Larkin. And he even loves me back. It feels good.” He sipped his drink and John
grinned tilting his head.
“Where did you find Larkin's clothes anyway?”
“They were in the bathroom on a rack.”
“The tee was fitting, tight but nice. But the trousers? I will have a look
around through Teàrlach's things. He is too tall to fit into mine.”
“I wouldn't mind some fresh clothing, you know?” Tim asked.
“I will see what I can do for you.” John promised.
“Thank you for everything. We don't deserve any of it.” Tim got up.
“Where do you think you are going? Don't care for another shot?” Tim sighed and
dropped back on the sofa.
“I very much do.” And he smiled at John and handed him his glass. John
refilled. Silence returned and they looked at the TV without really watching
the game.
The wolf came in and stood in front of the sofa. Then he jumped up and got
close to John and made himself impossibly big, so Tim got stuck into the
corner.
“He doesn't like me.” Tim complained.
“He doesn't like you close to me. He is jealous.” John moved his fingers
through his fur. The wolf settled down.
“What are they talking about?” Tim became anxious.
“Family business, I believe.” John shrugged.
“Hm.” He felt exhausted and the alcohol didn't help.
“Go up and rest, Tim. He'll be there.” He nodded.
“And John, thank you for dinner. And everything.” He really meant it.
“It's fine. I suppose, you are family now.” Tim almost stumbled on the first
stairs. He stopped abruptly and turned.
“You are my bloody brother-in-law!” John laughed loudly.
***
Teàrlach and Larkin stayed at the dinner table and talked.
“Larkin, what is your plan?” He just shrugged.
“Brother-mine, I have no idea. I still feel lost, since she hit me. She was
disappointed and angry with me. I worshipped her for hundreds of years and
never betrayed her. Until now. I don't know what to do.” He drank some more.
“Don't you think you could do without her?” Teàrlach carefully asked.
“To be honest, I am not sure. It is like an addiction. Using dark magic makes
everything easy.”
“Not easy, worse. Please try. You are not alone in this. You have Tim and you
have me and John.”
“I could cope with it, time come. But Tim? I believe he doesn't want to give up
his power.”
“He could use his power, just not like before.” Teàrlach insisted.
“He will get bored.” Larkin wondered about it.
“You have to teach him.” Teàrlach pointed his finger at his older brother.
“I will be bored.” Larkin was clearly scared of everything, Teàrlach could
sense it.
“I will teach you.” They looked at each other.
“How exactly?” Teàrlach ruffled through his hair.
“I read about humans being addicted to drugs. They go into rehab. They get
replacements for their drugs and they heal.”
“So you are saying, you will put Tim and me into separate cells and extract the
dark out of us?”
“Sort of.” The truth was, he really had no idea how he could do it.
“No, Tim would die.” Larkin ruffled his hair.
“Tim is stronger than you believe. And he will do everything for you. If you
wish to be healed, he will follow.”
“Brother-mine, I have to think about it. And I have to talk to Tim about it.”
“That's fine.” Larkin got up and retreated to their room. Teàrlach found John
on the sofa sleeping with his head on the wolf. He knelt beside his and kissed
him on the head. He didn't move.
“John, you have to get up. Your back will be hurting tomorrow, if you will be
staying on the sofa.” And he kissed him on the nose which made him wake up.
“Leave me be, Teàrlach. I am tired. If you want me to move upstairs, you have
to carry me.”
“If you wish, John?” And he grabbed John around his waist and slung him over
his shoulder. The wolf just looked bewildered.
“What?” John literally sputtered and very undignified tried to get off of his.
Teàrlach just ran up the stairs with inhuman speed and dropped him on their
bed.
“See? Much better now.” Pleased Teàrlach lay down beside his and kissed him
again. He pressed him into the mattress and John enjoyed the feeling of being
covered by his hair. His hands caressed his body slowly and tenderly. John's
eyes fluttered and he moaned. He wasn't able to reciprocate, he was done. And
he fell asleep again.
Teàrlach looked down at his and smiled. He would talk to him tomorrow about his
plans with Larkin and Tim. He snuggled an arm under John and pulled him close.
John's arm found its way around his hip and he became boneless again.
***
Some time in the middle of the night John woke up to Tim shouting.
“Are you completely out of your mind, Larkin? I said NO! And I won't repeat
myself.”
“Tim, please. Think about it again.”
“Don't touch me! Leave me alone!” And then footsteps heading downstairs. John
wanted to get up, but Teàrlach held him down and shook his head.
“No, I need to talk to you first.”
“You know what this was about?” He nodded. And he explained. Soon after John
jumped out of the bed.
“You can't just lock them into a cell and wait until the dark subsides!”
“Why not? How would you know?” He leant on his elbow.
“I have to try and save my brother. He is ready to cross over.”
“What about Tim?”
“He has to make his own decision.”
“Did you once think about asking me first?”
“No.” John tried to calm down. This was Teàrlach all over. Just stating the
facts without thinking.
“OK then. I will talk to Tim now.” John went into the bathroom to finally wake
up and afterwards started looking for him.
He found him in the kitchen leaning against the counter and greedily devouring
the rest of the chocolate.
“Some coffee with that?” He slowly turned around and looked at John. His eyes
were almost black. He was tingling. But he nodded.
“Yes, I'd like that. Thank you, John.” Said one just tilted his head.
“You have to come down, Tim, if you don't want to get hurt.” He pointed two
fingers at his eyes. Tim closed them and tried to relax. Then he just had to
ask.
“Did you know?” John shook his head.
“No, I didn't. Teàrlach just told me. That's why I came down.”
“I don't want to loose my life, John.” Desperately Tim shook his head.
“What about loosing Larkin?” Tim clung to his mug and closed his eyes.
“No one knows how long it would take to get rid of the dark. It may take years.
Years I don't have to waste.”
“Don't you want to try? For yours?” John handed over the mug.
“I don't know. I do love him. But right now I am lost. I don't know what to do.
I think I need some time off. Do you understand?” He poured milk and stirred
the coffee.
“Yes, I do. Where do you want to go?” He didn't question him, because he
understood his feelings too well.
“Somewhere sunny. I need to come down. Even though I will be missing Larkin, I
need this for myself. To be able to think clearly again. I need to make some
decisions about my future.”
“Watch out for the Goddess though. She will try to lure you back. Don't let
her.” Frantically he shook his head.
“No, I won't . But I am not able to fight her as you did, you know? As much as
I hate to admit it, you are way stronger than me.” He had to admit it and just
stated the facts.
“You have to tell Larkin. You can't just leave. I will be taking you to the
airport.” He watched Tim getting upstairs again to confront Larkin. And saw
Teàrlach come downstairs.
“He will leave us soon.” John said and Teàrlach watched Tim from behind and
frowned. He was concerned about his brother.
“Why? What were you talking about?” John sighed.
“He needs time.” John really tried to get through to his, but no way.
“You didn't prevent it.” He made John feel guilty.
“I couldn't. This is no prison.” John tried to touch him, but he turned around
again.
“Larkin will be hurt.” Teàrlach only whispered. John got pissed.
“Sooth him.” Well, and he could be mean, too. And it make Teàrlach face him
again.
“John, what's wrong with you?” Accusing eyes looked at him.
“Nothing is wrong with me!” John straightened up. They were staring at each
other and John felt anger welling up inside him.
“I just understand his feelings. Everyone just treats him as an attachment and
not as a human being.”
“Is that what you are feeling, too? Maybe you should take a time out, too? You
want to join Tim?” John felt the sting into his heart and his breath stopped.
His heart stumbled. Quickly he looked away and placed the mug slowly on the
counter. Without another word he followed Tim upstairs. This was just too much.
How could he ever make Teàrlach understand?
He took his wallet, packed a bag for two nights and stood in the aisle.
“Please, don't go away, Tim. Stay with me!” Larkin begged for his to stay, but
he had made his decision. He came out of the room and found John. He looked at
his bag and lifted an eyebrow. John just shook his head.
“Come on, Tim. Change of plans. We are taking the car since I can't fly. We'll
be chasing the sun.” Tim was wondering what had happened, when he found
Teàrlach leaning against the door-frame leading out to the bailey.
“John, please think about it.” Very quietly spoken.
“I already did. I will take a time-out now since you so nicely suggested it.”
“So, you are feeling pettish again?” John thought he was bitchy but didn't say
so.
“At least you are able to recognise that now.”
“I only don't understand why.” John threw his hands up in the air.
“Of course not!” He reached out for him and took his hand.
“Let me tell you. You are behaving like the emperor of all this. You can't just
shove us around as you please or you find useful. That's not the way it works.
We have to make our own decisions and if those aren't compatible with you we
have to deal.”
“How long will you be away?” He looked at his overnight bag clinging to his
hand.
“I don't know, Teàrlach. You take care of Larkin.” Now he looked at John.
“I love you, John.” John sighed and closed his eyes for a minute, before
focusing on him again.
“I know that. And I love you, too. Even though you are giving me a hard time.”
Very slowly Teàrlach opened the door and let them pass.
“Tim!” Powerful magic floated over both of them. John inhaled and stored it by
instinct, but Tim fell down on his knees. John could her his teeth gnash while
he pulled himself up using the frame for balance. He was obviously hurt. Tears
welled inside his eyes.
“Stay!” He turned to the stairs where Larkin stood. He shook his head being not
able to speak. But then he inhaled deeply and his eyes were pitch black.
“You can't force me to stay.” And at least he tried to fight back. John tried
to interfere.
“Teàrlach, make him stop. He will hurt him!” John begged, but he just shrugged.
“Not mine to interfere.” And he just turned his back on them. John stared at
his back and swallowed. His eyes were wet. Then he looked at Larkin, who tried
to pull Tim back to him. Tim clung to the railing.
“Larkin, leave Tim alone. He needs time for himself now.”
“I don't want him to leave me, John!” And with that he pushed into John. John
fought back by instinct and pushed the stored magic back into Larkin who fell
on his backside. John felt like standing beside a fire.
“He needs this, Larkin. I will be with him. We will be back. Leave him alone
now.”
“No!” Larkin shouted and his eyes became pitch black.
“I said no dark magic in my home, brother-mine!” Teàrlach's magic hit Larkin.
“You two, just leave us alone now.” John looked at him once more, but he looked
at his brother.
“Come on, Tim. Let's move.” He pressed his hand on his lower back and shoved
him out of the door and over the bailey. Tim almost ran to the car and crawled
onto the seat. John threw their bags into the back and got into the driver's
seat. He started the engine and quickly left the premises.
***
Teàrlach and Larkin sat on the stairs and held on to each other.
“Why did he leave me? Why?” Larkin really cried on his brother's shoulder.
“He has to cope with everything. Don't think, he doesn't love you anymore,
because he does. Even though they are powerful sorcerers or magicians, they are
still human and weak.”
“I should have explained better.”
“You just wanted him to do as you wish.” Larkin looked up.
“Of course I do so.” He looked clueless.
“It doesn't work with them. I know it.” Larkin got up and went back into the
kitchen for some blood.
“Do you think, they are safe from our Goddess?” He wondered pouring blood into
a mug.
“She is not our Goddess anymore, brother-mine.” Teàrlach insisted.
“Maybe she tries to steal them away?” He programmed the microwave.
“They are strong. We would know and help.”
“You are probably right.” They both drank their blood. When finished Larkin
looked right into his brother's eyes.
“OK then, start whatever you find the right thing to do to heal me from the
dark.”
“I don't need to do things, you just need to listen and don't use your powers
for your own good.”
“What else would I use it for?”
“And here we start then.”
***
John drove to the sea and found them a nice place to stay. They didn't even
leave the country. Tim stood outside on the balcony and looked at the waves
rolling over the rocks. He breathed deeply and relaxed. He closed his eyes and
tried to empty his mind. John had ordered them drinks from the room service and
brought them outside.
“Happy holiday!” And he grinned at Tim, who looked surprised.
“John, damn you. What are you up to?” He sounded suspicious.
“Nothing really. What do you want to do? Go for a swim? Have lunch? First maybe
some new clothes?” Tim downed his drink and nodded.
“Everything this fucking place offers. First new clothes. Then the beach. Then
lunch. Are you coming?”
“Of course I will be coming.” They went downstairs and checked out the shops in
the lobby. Tim was whining while looking at the clothes. He missed his own.
“I don't like these.” He looked at John.
“Fuck you, Tim. These are nice.” John looked between the clothes and Tim.
“You think?” Tim didn't sound convinced.
“Absolutely.” John pushed Tim into the shop. He chose some trousers, shirts and
boxers for him. Also something for the beach. He held it under his nose.
“Really, John?” He carefully touched the expensive garment and looked
bewildered at the colours John had chosen. Normally he shopped M&S or H&M.
“You are used to uniforms and colours making you invisible. You could make
yourself so. Dress up!” And Tim got into the changing room and tried everything
on.
“Are you shopping for yours then, too?” He called out.
“Of course I do. Although I like his linen shirts with the laces.” His voice
became low and he had to close his eyes. Tim looked outside.
“I know exactly what you mean, John.” He stepped out and stood in front of a
mirror. He had jeans on which fitted him quite nicely and a shirt modelling his
upper body. John stood behind him and both of them looked into the mirror.
“You shouldn't hide what you have, Tim. It looks good. Trust me.”
“I look different from before.” He twisted and turned in front of the mirror.
“Yes, you do. Relax, Tim. Get your beach gear and move.” Tim gave in and
followed John who dropped his towel onto the sand and got rid of his shirt. Tim
admired the view from behind watching John getting undressed. His muscles moved
when his arms were stretched over his head. Only with his boxers on he ran into
the water and dived underneath the waves.
Tim just dropped his stuff and followed until he stood with the water running
around his chest. John was swimming way in front of him shouting back:
“Coming?” Tim shook his head and looked carefully around, but no one was there.
“Can't swim!” And soon enough he felt John's magic holding him up and pulling
him over. He felt like floating in the water and just gave in.
“You can stand here.” Carefully Tim felt for the sand under his feet and stood.
“Now that was bloody nice!” He was breathing open-mouthed and looked around.
“See, what you could use your powers for?”
“I know what you are trying to do, but I don't have your powers. I imagine, you
just think of something and make it happen or appear. With me, it is not the
same. I always need some weeds, runes, blood, whatever, to make it happen.”
“Did you ever try?”
“No.”
“See?” And he swam back to the beach.
“John? Don't leave me. I can't swim. Please?” John turned back looking at him
kicking into the water.
“Try it, Tim. Float over. If it won't work, I will be right here. Just bloody
think of it.” And Tim closed his eyes and thought of moving over the water. It
worked for half of the way and then his powers left him, because he was lost in
his thoughts and he panicked.
“John!” He sank and kicked violently while loads of water washed down his
throat. His head came back up again and he desperately looked around. His arms
were moving wildly around him. Suddenly he felt an arm being slung around his
chest. Tim coughed wildly and clung to it. He felt being dragged back to the
beach without any magic, only by human strength. He felt John's strong arms
around his body and felt completely safe. He relaxed and closed his eyes while
John pulled him back to the shore.
He felt John standing above him and the water still washed around him. He liked
that feeling a lot. But then he felt John's arms around his waist and he was
lifted up on his feet. His eyes were closed and his legs were shaking. He
desperately clung to John. His hands were into fists on John's waist and his
head rested against his shoulder. He felt weak. And then he fell back on the
beach being ashamed. He couldn't look at John who stroked over his back. He
coughed up some more water. John's hand wouldn't leave his back.
“Are you OK?” John asked getting no response for some minutes.
“Fuck, John, I am not OK. I am weak without my magic.”
“You will learn.”
“Could you just help me back?” And he finally looked up at John.
“Just answer one question.” Tim slowly nodded.
“How were you ever able to fight Teàrlach? You threw fire at him, for God's
sake! I could feel your power radiate off of you!”
“I prepared.” John still stood above him. His fists were on his hips and he
angrily looked down at Tim.
“Talk to me, Tim!” Tim swallowed and licked his lips getting up on his elbows.
“I did some spells and drank some virgin blood.” He wouldn't look at John.
“Virgin blood provided by Larkin, I suppose?” He nodded.
“Yes. On my own I never would have been able to stand up against Teàrlach.
Plus, both Larkin and I underestimated him. Larkin had no idea of his hidden
powers.”
“I see.” His stance relaxed a bit while he was looking down. Tim reached out
for him.
“Please?” Their eyes locked and John felt something stir in his belly. The way
Tim just looked up at him and the uttered plea did something to him.
“Of course, come on then.” And he pulled Tim up and put his arm around his
waist. They got their stuff and John led Tim to their room. He shoved him into
the shower and left him. Finally Tim returned shivering all over. He just wore
a towel and swayed over to the bed.
“Get inside.” John pulled back the duvet and Tim collapsed on the mattress. His
hands were clutching at nothing and his eyes fluttered. John shot him some
magic to soothe and he calmed down. His hands found the duvet and he pulled it
up over half his face. He turned on his side and fell asleep.
***
Larkin missed his Goddess. He was in pain. He had tried to reach her but
Teàrlach had blocked him.
He desperately yearned for human offerings, but his brother only had the blood
bags in his fridge. He wanted to get outside and find some humans to feed off
but his brother wouldn't let him.
He felt weak and his magic wasn't strong enough to fight his brother.
And he missed his. He missed Tim. Why had he acted so stupid? He actually made
him leave. He had tried to reach him, but found him behind a barrier put up by
John.
“Do you want to retreat, brother-mine?” He panted and looked at him. Teàrlach
just stood there and watched.
“It might be better. I don't want to destroy something or hurt myself.”
“Let's go. I will take care of you. I will check on Tim. Don't worry, brother-
mine.”
“I hurt, Teàrlach! Please make it go away.”
“That's what I am doing, Larkin.” And he opened a cell and chained his brother
to a wall. He remembered himself too well, that's why he brought blankets and
an iron fire-basket.
He knelt beside his brother and stroked over his head. Larkin couldn't reach
his brother's hands since he had chained him close to the wall. He sat on the
cold floor with his arms above him.
“I will feed you soon.” Larkin's eyes widened.
“Are you going to leave me alone?” He wildly shook his head.
“No, you can't do that! Please, brother-mine, stay with me for a while.” But
Teàrlach got up.
“No, Larkin. Think about yourself and what you want. I will return to feed you.
She can't get in here. Don't waste your energy trying to contact her or Tim. It
won't work.” And he left him.
He heard him shouting for him and swearing at him. He even heard him crying in
his head, but he didn't return.
***
John was sitting on the balcony with his feet on the railing. Tim was still
fast asleep and he was wondering what had made him so weak. He seemed to be so
strong when he was threatened by him. And he was before in the camp without the
blood and spells.
But now he was nothing more than a shadow of his former self. Did Larkin suck
power off of him when trying to hold him back? John didn't know. He needed
time; that was for sure then. He sighed and stared into nothing. And then he
heard his.
“John?” He even didn't feel annoyed. He had expected this way earlier.
“Teàrlach, are you alright?”
“Yes. But Larkin isn't. I put him down, he was loosing it.”
“Tim already lost it.”
“Is he ...”
“He is asleep now. I am still with him. He really is hurt and doesn't know what
to do. He is not ready to return yet.”
“I was hoping ...”
“I know, but he wouldn't make it. He almost died today. He gave up on himself,
I believe.”
“I miss you, John. I need you. Please, come back.” Now, this was more than John
ever expected from Teàrlach. It sounded real. He begged John to come back.
“I miss you, too, love. I do, please believe me. But I promised Tim to stay
with him.”
“You will return to me then?” John closed his eyes and breathed heavily.
“Teàrlach, what a question is this? Of course I will come back to you. I love
you!”
“I don't understand. I will never.” John felt the frustration.
“Take care of your brother. I will take care of his. I will be back with him. I
do love you very much. I would never leave you.” John got up and held on to the
railing. His knuckles were white.
“Thank you ...” And gone he was. Tears were flowing down John's face and he
started to sob silently.
***
Suddenly he felt arms around him. He leant back into the embrace.
“What's wrong?” Tim asked. But John just shook his head, unable to reply. He
just sobbed some more and felt the grip tighten.
Finally he turned around to face Tim. He looked into his eyes and found him
looking really caring. His hands were on his waist now slowly stroking over his
body. He folded his hands behind his neck and pulled him close. He needed his
warmth. And maybe he needed more. The more he felt against his hip. Clearly Tim
had a growing erection which was being pressed against his body right now. He
tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't work.
Tim still held him tight against his own body. He breathed heavily through his
nose. And John finally kissed him. He very carefully placed his lips on his and
just barely moved over them. Tim felt rough and badly needed to shave, but John
didn't care. He let his tongue glide over Tim's lower lip and pressed against.
And as soon as he opened his mouth John was devouring him. His tongue explored
his teeth, his gum. He sucked at the tip of his tongue and felt Tim melting
against him.
He opened his eyes again and saw Tim looking into his. He pushed him backwards
with a move of his hips until Tim sat on the bed. John looked down at Tim and
breathed heavily. And very slowly Tim just slipped down the bed and dropped on
his knees before John. He looked up at him and John just nodded once. Tim's
shaking fingers opened the buttons of John's denims and pulled them down. Soon
followed by his boxers. His erection was pointing directly at Tim and he almost
cross-eyed at it. John pushed against Tim's mouth and he opened up at once.
John felt his tongue sliding over his cock and felt him sucking. He wanted
more. He felt the power he had over Tim and he wanted to use him. He took hold
of his hair and suddenly pulled him back.
“Why this now, Tim?” His thumbs moved over his cheekbones and he locked eyes
with him.
“I am drawn to your power. It's overwhelming ...” His breathing came out
raggedly and his fingertips moved like little spiders over John's bum. John
felt good hearing this.
“What do you need, Tim?” He slowly dropped his hands and folded them behind his
back looking down. John understood and got the belt of the bathrobe to tie his
hands. Tim moaned with his eyes closed.
John tipped his cock against his lips again and he opened up at once sucking
the head. But his eyes were still closed tightly. He licked and sucked and John
watched. He looked down at his cock disappearing into Tim's mouth and said:
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Tim obeyed and looked up at John. Pupils dilated
but clearly focused. John was fascinated. He pushed a bit and saw his eyes
widen. He felt him swallow and that was it then. He felt himself tighten and
grabbed strands of Tim's hair to hold him in place. He came deep into Tim's
throat and he swallowed it all.
Tim knelt on his trembling knees and leant with his forehead pressed against
John's legs panting. His eyes were closed again. John gave him a few minutes to
relax but then ordered him around some more. He clearly enjoyed this.
“Get up on the bed and kneel head on the cushion.” He obeyed instantly. John
looked at his bum for several minutes. Tim knelt motionless on the duvet.
Suddenly John got distracted by pictures being sent by Tim. He didn't dare
speak to him, but he sent his wants. John took it all in and found them mouth-
watering. He thought for a few seconds and then ripped a tee into stripes. He
blindfolded Tim and stuck some clothes into his mouth securing it with another
stripe. The noises Tim made were wanting. John had never done such a thing, but
now it felt right. He grabbed Tim's hips and shoved him up. He stuck two
fingers in his mouth and sucked hoping it would be enough. He circled around
his hole and stuck them inside earning a high pitched noise from Tim. He
stopped but Tim moved against him. So he moved some more and opened him up.
When he pulled out the noise Tim made was one of loss. He soon replaced his
fingers with his cock. He teased for some seconds in front of his hole just
touching. He revelled in the noises Tim made. And finally he entered him. He
watched himself slowly disappearing into Tim's body until his balls touched.
Tim made desperate noises and tried to push back. John smacked his bum and
pressed him down. A low moan was given but no more pushes came up. He violently
pushed inside Tim feeling him vibrate. It took him only a few minutes to come
again and he collapsed on him. He felt him shaking. But it wasn't in aftermath.
His noises now were different.
John untied him at once and got rid of both gag and blindfold. He felt Tim
inhaling deeply. He exhaled a bit raggedly. He looked down on him.
“Are you OK?” He touched his back in slow circles. Tim could only whisper.
“John, damn! You are so full of power! You have no idea, haven't you?” Tim
could only whisper throatily and his voice was all croaky.
“What did I do?” John was clueless.
“You used your powers. I tingled all over. It made me even more pliant than I
was before.”
“You submitted before I even told you what to do.” He just shrugged.
“I felt your power as I felt Larkin's. And I like it.” He got up on one elbow
and looked at John who looked back.
“The noises you made. Did I hurt you?” John worried.
“Just the way I like it. You made it feel good.” Tim lazily moved his palm over
his chest.
“It felt good being on the other side of this.” John suddenly admitted.
“What do you mean? What does Teàrlach do? Oh ...” Tim looked away.
“He was over me the first moment. He glamoured me, you were right back then.
Soon enough he didn't need to glamour me anymore. I fell in love with him. He
is adorable, beautiful and strong.”
“Larkin came up to me. I never would have dared, never would have thought he
might be interested in me. I gave him head once and he almost toppled over.” He
smiled.
“He really wants you with him. He wants you to try to become clean with him.”
“I am evil. I tortured and killed people not so long ago. I drank virgin blood.
How can I ever become good?” John seriously looked at him.
“Do you really want to try?”
“For Larkin I would.” He got up and knelt on the mattress in front of John.
“Will you be there?” John nodded and pulled him close by some strands of his
hair.
“I will tell mine then.” Tim placed kisses all over John's face and neck.
“Tell him what?” Tim asked continuing the kissing and groping making John moan
and shiver.
“I will tell him we will be returning the day after tomorrow. Until then we
will be having much needed fun.” Tim laughed and licked over his nipples. John
let him do until his erection felt painful. His third erection in such a short
time, it must be the power he inhabited. Well, he didn't mind at all. Then he
just grabbed him and threw him on his back. He stared down at Tim and twisted
his nipples, which made him cry out. John grabbed his jaw and forced it open.
Tim's hands were fisted into the sheets and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Look at me, Tim!” John ordered and instantly met wide eyes.
“Send your wants!” And Tim did. John felt overwhelmed by what he saw. This was
new. And he liked that a bit too much. What he had done to his had been boring.
He wanted this. He wanted all of this.
John found the stripes of the torn tee and stuffed it back into his mouth. He
turned him on his stomach and tied his wrists and ankles to the bed so he was
widely spread. He took his belt and started to hit Tim. He started at his
calves and moved up over his thighs, his bum and his back. The noises he heard
were fantastic. Tears were rolling down Tim's cheeks, but he clearly enjoyed
since he rutted against the mattress.
“Stop that right now or I won't let you come.” Tim stopped at once. John
admired his work. Dark bruises and red stripes were all over Tim's body. He
untied his wrists, but brought them together at his lower back. He also tied
his elbows together. He got rid of the fabric around his ankles, too. He
grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bed making him kneel in front of him. He
took the sodden gag out of his mouth.
“What do you want me to do to you?” He fisted his hair and forced him to look
up.
“Use your power.” Very quietly spoken.
“Use your power what?” He slapped Tim brutally and his head flew to the side.
“Use your power, please!”
“Very good, Tim!” John imagined his nails scratching all over his body and his
teeth biting into sensitive skin. Combined with the tingling it made Tim curl
into a ball on the floor. He desperately tried not to shout. This was a hotel
room after all. John just gagged him again and used the blindfold, too. He
watched Tim getting close and stopped. He repeated this for about two hours
until Tim's mind was nothing but a blurry soup of simple want. He untied him
and threw him back on the bed. He was shaking all over. He removed the gag but
left the blindfold. His hands were just clutching at the air. John positioned
himself and not even teased. He just pushed into Tim pressing his head into the
cushion. Tim moaned but didn't move. He was pliant and John felt his body
relax. His mind was almost blank. He pushed himself all the way in and by
finding the right angle he touched his prostate. Tim bit into the cushion. John
sped up and roughed house. When he felt Tim contract he stopped and removed his
cock. Tim sobbed now, but couldn't speak or move.
He turned him on his back and folded his knees on his chest. He slid back in
and pressed his knees against his shoulders. Tim tore apart a sheet and John
pushed roughly with increasing speed into him. When he felt him being close his
hand touched Tim's prick and just rudely pressed his fingers around it. Tim
arched up and clenched around John who came violently into him.
It took him several minutes until he was able to pull out of Tim. Both of them
lay shaking on the bed. John was grinning like an idiot and Tim was laughing.
He still had the blindfold on. John bent over and kissed him slowly. Tim moaned
into his mouth.
***
Teàrlach had tried several times to reach into John's mind, but he had a shield
around himself and Tim. Teàrlach wasn't able to see. OK, he could have but he
needed to use strong magic to do so. He was thinking about doing it, but then
thought that John would tell him when he was ready.
He went down to Larkin's cell once more with a mug of heated blood. Larkin
wouldn't speak to him anymore. He had tried to tear off the chains, but
Teàrlach had put a spell on them. He looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, but
quickly focused on the mug. A throaty snarl came out of him. Teàrlach knelt
beside his brother and held the mug against his lips. He slowly drank all of it
and his head lolled to the side after he was done.
Teàrlach stroked through his hair and he focused on him again. He wouldn't
speak but his eyes said everything.
“No, I haven't heard from John again. Not even the Goddess tried to reach us.
But I know they will return to us. And as soon as Tim and John are back I will
return him to you.”
“He left me. Why? I loved him so much.” He was in his head.
“He is human. That's what I had to painfully learn. They need time for
themselves. I only understand parts of it, but I am convinced it will work
out.”
“I need him to be with me.”
“Then you have to lengthen the leash, brother-mine.” He kissed Larkin on his
forehead and got up again.
Upstairs again he sat in front of the fire-place and poured himself a drink.
The wolf sat by his side and more than once in an hour he ran to the door and
looked back at Teàrlach. He was missing John, too.
And then there he was reaching out for him.
“Teàrlach, love, are you there?” He just closed his eyes.
“John, finally. I thought I had lost you this time. I am so sorry.”
“Stop it, it's OK. The whole situation is just fucked up. We will sort it out,
when we are back by tomorrow night.”
“So Tim is coming back, too?”
“Yes, he is. He loves Larkin and he wants to be good for him.”
“That sounds great, John. I can hardly wait to have you with me again.”
“See you tomorrow then. I love you!”
“I love you, too, John!” He grinned like an idiot and ran downstairs into his
brother's cell.
“They will be back tomorrow! Isn't that just great?” And he took his shoulders
and shook him. He didn't react. Teàrlach looked down and found him hanging in
the chains. His breathing has stopped completely which only happened when he
willed it. Meaning, he had a time out. He couldn't cope anymore. He tried to
reach into his mind, but it was blank.
He unchained him and brought him upstairs. He placed him on the bed and sat
beside him in an armchair.
***
After John had told his about their return, he looked at Tim.
“We will be returning tomorrow.” Tim grinned a bit wickedly.
“Yes. Another evening and another night for us to have some fun.” Suddenly he
looked serious again.
“Will you tell him about us?” John shrugged.
“I have to. He will understand, though I am not sure if Larkin will.”
“I have no intention to ever let him know.” Tim pointed out.
“That might be better. This has to stop anyway, when we are back in the castle.
And some time after you will be returning to London with Larkin.” Tim worried
his lips.
“We need to create a powerful shield against the Goddess.” John looked up.
“See? It already happened. Very good, Tim.”
“What happened?” Tim was clueless.
“You said “the” not “our” or “mine”. I am proud of you.” Tim smiled. He felt
great. He hadn't used dark magic since he tried to fight Larkin. He didn't even
feel the need. It might work, but they would need time. They would need to stay
together some more.
“Dinner?” John interrupted his thoughts.
“Yes, I am famished.” Tim rubbed his belly.
“Get dressed then, Tim.” He hurried into the bathroom and John had to laugh. He
had already showered and dressed up. He ordered a bottle of wine, while Tim was
having a shower. He poured two glasses and waited for him to come out of the
bathroom. When he finally did, John looked him up and down. Tim shifted.
“What is it? Is it not good?” He pulled at his shirt.
“Jesus, Tim, don't be so self-conscious. You look great!” He shyly smiled back
at John.
“Here, I ordered us something nice.” He held the wine in front of Tim and he
took it.
“Thank you.” And he sighed.
“You know, I will miss this. I will miss you somehow, even though I love
Larkin.” John nodded and sipped his wine.
“I understand. I am feeling the same. I experienced something with you, I
haven't ever before. It was unbelievable good. I will never forget. And I will
repeat it tonight. In fact I plan to do things to you the whole night, Tim.”
Tim just stared breathlessly at John and swallowed. His throat became dry and
he drank some more.
“What are you going to do to me?” It came out rather croaky.
“It depends on how nice you beg for it!” Tim made a noise close to a growl.
John closed the distance between them and refilled his glass.
“Oh God, John. We need to have a very quick dinner.” But John shook his head.
“No, we will be enjoying our dinner. We will be having a walk at the beach
afterwards and then you can start begging.”
“As you wish.” Only a little bit disappointed.
“Of course you could always send your wishes, you know?” They finished their
wine and John took his hand and pulled him close against him. He deeply kissed
him and Tim melted.
“Don't you dare come into your trousers like a teenager, Tim. I wouldn't care.
I would drag you to dinner and down to the beach with your soiled pants.” He
stroked over his crotch and made him jump. Sweat shone under his nose, but he
prevented to come. John giggled and shoved him out of the room.
They found a nice place to eat at the harbour-front and enjoyed the seafood.
Afterwards they went for a walk. Down at the dark beach John slung his arm
around Tim and pulled him close. They walked in silence until Tim said:
“Time for dessert, John.” And he was flooded with pictures which surprised John
even more than the ones from before.
“Start begging nicely, Tim!” And he stroked him through his trousers until he
was hard. He kissed him until he felt the heat and his belly coiled inside. He
groaned into Tim's mouth.
“Please have me in the water, John.” And he slowly started to undress himself
and John. They stood knee high in the water and let the waves crush around
them. John pulled Tim deeper into the water until he had to start swimming. He
held Tim up and finally began using magic to have him float beside him.
“Come over here, Tim.” Tim moved like a dog and tried to reach John. He just
pulled and Tim slung his legs around John. He just increased his magic around
both of them so they stayed above the water. He concentrated on their bodies
and rubbed against Tim. He just clung to John by the strength of his legs and
lay back. John pushed inside Tim and it felt different. Tim trusted him to hold
him over the water. The movement of the waves combined with their own made both
of them come after a short time. During the bliss of his orgasm John lost
control and both of them drowned. Tim struggled to get up again and thrashed
with legs and arms. He couldn't reach John though. His senses were not
functioning. Finally he had his head over the water and desperately struggled
to stay that way.
“John? Where are you?” He swallowed water and kicked some more. He couldn't
even see the beach anymore, even though he knew by the movement of the waves
where he had to head to. And then his hand brushed skin. He held on to it and
pulled. John was floating with his head in the water. Tim started to panic and
clung to him.
“I need to use my powers. I need to use magic. I have to help him. Fuck, what
happened to him?” He tried to concentrate and let it flow. He lifted John up
and turned him. He tried to reach into his mind, but he was unconscious. He
finally made it to the beach using his magical abilities. He knelt beside John
who didn't breathe. He started pushing on his chest and shared his own breath.
Soon enough John coughed wildly and threw up salt water on the beach.
“Oh God, oh God, John. I was so afraid. You were drowning. You weren't
breathing. What the fuck happened?”
“Come down, Tim. I am alive, thanks to you.” He had closed his eyes and tried
so soothe Tim. He wouldn't tell him, that he got kicked by him at his temple.
“Help me up and get dressed, OK?”
“Sure, John. Come on.” They climbed all wet into their clothes and returned to
their room. Lucky them the reception was empty. Upstairs John was shaking
violently. Tim undressed him quickly and shoved him into the bathroom and under
the shower. He saw him sliding down the tiles and quickly joined him. He held
him up and waited for the shivering to stop. He towelled him dry and stuck him
under the duvet. He rubbed over his skin. And then he tried to share his power
with John, forced some strength into him and it seemed to work. John opened his
eyes and looked up at Tim who smiled.
“I am very sure, I haven't begged for that!” Tim's fingers carded through his
short hair.
“What did you just do to me, Tim? I feel strange.” John wondered feeling a
strange power.
“I gave you some strength.” Tim admitted.
“I thought it the best I could do.”
“You weakened yourself, Tim. Don't do that.” John took his hand.
“I wanted to help you.” Tim looked desperate.
“You did already. You probably saved my life!” He pulled him down for a kiss
and Tim took his chance to top. He forced his tongue into John's mouth and
crushed them together. John just gave in and let him.
The pictures in his mind became blurry and the violent kissing continued for
several minutes. Then Tim moved south. He licked over his nipples and sucked
them up. He stuck his tongue into his navel while his hand fondled his balls.
John soon was ready. He felt strong again.
“Do you need more, Tim?” John was on his elbows by now.
“If you are up to it?” And John reached down and took him by some strands of
his hair. Tim hissed but pleasure shone out of his eyes. John tied him up
again, wrists, arms, ankles and knees. He blindfolded him, too.
“Please, John, please!” He kept moving towards John.
“Please, John, what? What do you want, Tim?” John watched him struggle and his
prick twitched. He bloody liked this a bit too much and he knew it.
“I want to suck you off like this. Please let me, God please!” John was hard as
a rock listening to Tim. He placed himself over Tim's head and held his cock
close to his lips. Some pre-cum showed at the slit and he lightly brushed over
Tim's lips. At once his lips closed around his cock and he started to lick and
suck. He hollowed his cheeks and tried to swallow his length, which wasn't easy
being in his position. John felt the pull and helped a bit. He felt Tim choke
and stopped. He let him breath again and then continued. Finally he deep-
throated Tim who had become rock hard under him. Tim swallowed for the last
time and John came down his throat. He took it all and breathed heavily.
John looked at Tim's cock and decided to torture him some more. He neglected it
and wiped over Tim's face where some of his cum had spilled. He let Tim suck
his finger clean.
“What do you say?” He asked.
“Thank you!” John petted the side of his head.
“Anything else?” He pulled his hair.
“Please, let me come!” John laughed.
“Why should I let you come, slut?” He saw the jerk he made. This had been in
his fantasies, too, some dirty talk. Well, John was fine with that.
“Because I have been good.” John laughed even louder.
“I am to decide, if you have been good, bitch. You are nothing but a piece of
filthy shit!” And he slapped his face hard. Tim groaned and his body moved
upwards. Oh, how he liked that.
“What's the only thing you are good at?” Another smack.
“Suck cock.” He pinched his nipples.
“Whose?” Another smack.
“Yours.” He tightened his grip around Tim's jaw and shook him a bit.
“You got that right, slut. When are you going to come?” More shaking.
“When you allow me to.” Tim's lips began to quiver.
“What happens, if you come before or touch yourself?” John's thumb moved over
his bottom lip.
“I will be punished.” He sucked his thumb.
“Very well then.” John paused and let his eyes drift through the room looking
for something he could use on Tim. And then he found the fruit-basket. He took
out an almost still green banana and peeled off a big apricot. He took the
inside and stuck it into a piece of fabric. He knotted it inside with some
smaller stripes and had a beautiful makeshift gag. He knelt beside Tim again
and made him sit up against the headrest.
“Open your mouth.” He obeyed at once and John shoved the brutal knot between
his teeth and tied the fabric together at the back of his head. Tim threw his
head back and moaned deeply.
“You like that, pervert?” He nodded and made noises. John placed him on his
side then and felt for his hole. He thought it still wide enough. He looked at
the banana in his hands and decided to lube it. Since they had no actual lube,
he used the body-oil Tim had brought with him. He slicked it up and shoved it
inside. The look was grotesque. He saw him clenching around it and moved it in
and out hitting his prostate every now and then. He heard Tim sob into the gag.
He was drooling on the sheets.
“You are disgusting, you know that, Tim? You are drooling.” Tim made whining
sounds by now and tried to push against something, but since he was on his
side, he couldn't achieve what he wanted.
“What did I say about rutting?” John hit his bum very hard with his cupped hand
and Tim screamed through the gag.
“You selfish bitch. You are nothing but a cock-sucking whore.” A low and long
moan was produced. John was pleased with himself.
“I won't let you come now. Your fault.” And he moved away from the bed to make
Tim feel he was gone. Desperate moves were the answer and keening noises. John
just sat on the table looking. He was wondering, if Tim dared to rut again
soon.
***
Tim was caught inside his brain. Jesus, this was fantastic! He produced a
muffled noise which sounded like “John”. But no response. Where was he? Had he
really left? He wouldn't have, would he? His fear increased. He couldn't hear
him breathe anymore. He wasn't close. Where was he? He made more noises, but to
no avail. The thing that John stuck into him moved with him and felt just odd.
And he still was on the edge of coming. But he tried not to. He was not allowed
without being told to. And he wanted to play it through. It felt so good.
But what if he really had left? But he couldn't be sure, could he? Should he
provoke it? What would be the punishment? And wouldn't a punishment be just the
thing he wanted?
What if something happened to John? What if he had become unconscious again? He
couldn't free himself. John could die without him. Oh God, what happened? He
almost panicked. And then he was back at his side. Tim sobbed and felt
overwhelmed with release. John wove through his hair. And then his fingers were
around his cock.
“Don't you dare move, Tim!” He violently shook his head from side to side. He
moved his hand up and down, stroked his thumb over the head and even licked off
the pre-cum. Tim's noises came permanently from behind the gag, it was almost a
howling by now. He tugged at his balls and made him scream, but he didn't move.
Fantastic self-control, John had to admit. John pressed around Tim's cock.
“Come for me, Tim. Now.” And Tim once pushed into his hand and came all over.
John stroked him through the end, until he was only a shivering mess. He pulled
out the banana and binned it. He untied his legs and his forearms, but left his
wrists. The gag and the blindfold stayed on.
He pressed against Tim from behind and let his hard cock move between his
cheeks. Tim whined and shivered badly. He pushed his legs up and forced a hand
between his thighs to pinch his balls. At the same time he pulled at his
nipples. He tugged and pulled at his cock, until he was rock hard again. He
pushed into Tim with a single move and made him shout behind his gag. He held
his jaw and sucked at his neck being angled backwards. His speed increased
while he violently pushed into Tim. He came soon enough and pulled out. He
watched his cum leaking out of Tim's backside. God, this was the filthiest
thing he had ever done. He looked at his cock now and smiled. He pulled him up
into a sitting position. He removed the blindfold. Tim blinked at him, pupils
dilated and eyes wet.
“You deserve your reward, Tim.” Surprise shone in his eyes.
“Sit over there.” And he gestured at the armchair. He swayed over and very
carefully sat down, still gagged and with his wrists tied behind his back. John
approached him and pushed his legs apart. Standing between them he looked down
and saw pure lust in Tim's eyes. He dropped down on his knees and pulled Tim
forward with his palms on his bum. Then he bent down and took his cock in his
mouth while still looking at him. Tim's eyes gazed with want and were
completely fixed on him. And he started to suck the head and licked around it.
He went down and licked all the way up again. He placed Tim's leg over his
shoulders and moved a bit forward. This way he was able to finger him. One hand
held Tim down and his fingers teased his puckered and still wide open hole.
Tim's head moved from side to side and John sensed he was becoming weak. He was
done. And he made that happen.
Finally he showed some mercy and increased the speed. Tim came and he clenched
around John's fingers. Then he fell down to the side.
“Tim?” He shook him, but nothing. He had lost consciousness. John smiled and
untied him. He removed the gag and lifted Tim up into his arms. He carried him
over to the bed and placed him under the duvet. They could sleep for a few
hours and then leave. He crawled under the duvet beside Tim and turned on his
side away from him. Tomorrow he would be with his again. He would have to tell
him what he did. And maybe he would just throw him out. Maybe not. Maybe he
would take him downstairs and torture him. Maybe he would like that. Finally he
fell asleep and dreamt of a furious Teàrlach shagging him senseless.
***
John woke up to the shower. So Tim was up again. John looked at his erection.
Jesus, he felt young again. He touched himself and stroked slowly up and down
thinking of a playroom, he would be building if his let him. He watched himself
being taken by Teàrlach chained to a damp wall with metal implements stuck in
his mouth and hole. He finished himself and thought of Tim. How would he deal
with Larkin? Would he really not tell him? Probably not.
Tim came out of the bathroom already dressed.
“You are awake. Do you want to have breakfast?”
“Order room-service, will you?”
“Of course.” He still was pliant and followed his orders. This had to stop,
when they were back. John showered and dressed. He looked at himself in the
mirror. He somehow feared Teàrlach's reaction, when being told John had violent
sex with Tim. It had nothing to do with love. He must know that John loved him.
John winked at himself in the mirror and returned to Tim, who was just
arranging the breakfast on the balcony. They ate in silence and left the hotel
an hour later. The drive back took them several hours and they arrived in the
late afternoon. John stopped on the hill and watched the castle. He reached out
for his.
“Teàrlach? Are you there?”
“John! Love, where are you? I feel you close. Are you here?”
“Up on the hill. Five minutes away from you.” The air became blurry suddenly
and he crouched on the car in front of them. They stared at each other until
John jumped out of the car. They hugged each other and soon enough it became a
serious groping.
“Take the car, Tim. See you soon.” And he disappeared with John. Tim's throat
was dry, but he climbed on the driver's seat and drove the last metres and onto
the bailey. He parked the car and got their bags. Slowly he entered the castle
and somehow felt lost standing inside the hall.
Very carefully he reached out for his.
“Larkin? Love, can you hear me?” He felt his presence, but it was sort of
blurry. Not like before.
“Tim!” A very weak response from above. He was in their room, not in a cell.
Tim dropped the bags and ran upstairs. He almost ran into Larkin who was just
leaving to find him.
“Larkin! I love you! I want to be with you! Always! Whatever you do, I will
follow!”
“Tim, I am so sorry! I didn't know what to do, when you were to leave. I have
hurt you.”
“It's over now. We are good. Everything is fine. We will be fine.” Larkin was
shaking a bit. Tim looked him over.
“You look different, love. What happened?”
“No human offerings. No black magic. No Goddess. No you.”
“You only get the last back.”
“That will be enough.” And they kissed deeply. Larkin shivered badly and Tim
led him back to the bed.
“You have to rest, Larkin.” He took his wrists.
“I don't want to fucking rest. I want you. Now.”
“You are weak, love. Come on, get into bed again. I will be here.” He gently
pressed him on the mattress and kissed him. He tenderly caressed his chest, his
nipples and everything he could reach without undressing him.
“Tim, please, I need you!” Larkin begged. Tim had to close his eyes and face
away. He moved under the duvet and opened his trousers. He pulled down his
pants and started kissing his inner thighs. Low moans came from above and he
moved his hips. Tim's head bopped up and down while his hands clung to both his
waist and thigh. He felt him coming and was prepared. He sucked at the same
time and swallowed everything.
He would have to talk to Larkin about his desires. They made it only a few
times the way Tim enjoyed. The one before he had deleted already. They had to
really talk about this, so everything would go just fine. And this wasn't
enough anymore. He felt being pulled up then and lay down by his side. Soon
enough the strokes stopped and Larkin was resting.
***
Teàrlach and John appeared in the hall. He was all over John snogging him
senseless. John just let him and felt the love he was given. But suddenly it
stopped.
“What's that?” John tried to focus.
“What's what?” Teàrlach looked questioningly into his eyes.
“Your wishes. Your fantasies have changed. They are different from before.
Still a bit blurry for me to see completely, but I can feel it.” His hands were
on John's shoulders.
“I need to tell you something. I don't know what will happen afterwards. But I
want you to know, that I will always love you. No matter what. Do you believe
me?” He desperately looked up at him.
“Of course I believe you, John. What is it?” John moved a bit away from him and
he sensed dangerous news. John started pacing through the room.
“When I was away with Tim something happened. Something I never would have
expected.” He sighed and heard Teàrlach say:
“You had sex together. So what? A much needed distraction.” He just shrugged it
off.
“You know?” John's eyes were big and showed his surprise.
“I know you, John. I felt it the moment, you were back. And I don't bloody
care. I know you love me. Only me.”
“I am a bit confused. What else do you know?”
“I know, what you had with him was entirely different, but you liked it. You
looked at Tim, as if you would miss him.”
“Oh God, I thought you were going to box me around the castle.”
“Would you like that? Me roughing you up? The way you probably roughed up poor
Timmy?” The smile on his face was a combination of lust and danger. John
swallowed his words and started to sweat.
He approached and pushed John against a wall. He placed both of his hands
beside his head and bent his own head, so he could speak directly into his ear.
His lips brushed lightly over the shell, when he whispered:
“I once had a look into my brother's brain, when he was having sex with Tim.
And what I saw was interesting. I always wanted to talk to you about it, but I
feared you would be shocked. Well, I was obviously mistaken. And I have been
inside your brain before. And I saw you fantasising about the cells calling it
a playroom. You may be surprised about what I do at night while you are
sleeping.” John had closed his eyes listening to his words. He was rock hard.
“Open your eyes, John, look at me!” And he did.
“Do you believe you need to be punished for your behaviour?” He nodded.
“What did you say?” He asked biting his throat. John hissed.
“Yes.” He got bitten on the other side.
“Yes what, John?”
“Yes, I need to be punished due to my behaviour.”
“Very good.” Teàrlach looked him up and down and found this game more than
appealing. He wasn't really angry with John, only a bit jealous. Good enough
for some play. He still needed some ideas of what John did to Tim and then he
could start.
***** Family *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Larkin still slept when Tim woke up. Quietly he went into the bathroom to
shower. He tried to look at his back and saw that all the bruises and welts
were gone. That must have been John's work to hide their games. Tim was
thankful for that. He finally showered and got dressed into denims and a tee.
He was hungry and went downstairs. He made himself some eggs and brew coffee.
Then he sat at the counter and finally relaxed a bit. He couldn't hear a thing
in the whole castle, not until he heard a low rumble beside him. He looked down
at the alpha.
“Hallo, beautiful.” The wolf tilted his head and very carefully Tim started to
stroke him. He was accepted into the family.
Suddenly the wolf tensed and his ears perked up. His fur stood up, too. He
dangerously growled at nothing. And then Tim sensed it, too.
“Sorcerer, is this really what you want? Do you want to loose everything you
have?” The Goddess was in his head and he felt the urgent need to drop on his
knees. He gripped the edge of the counter and held on tight.
“Get away from me!” She laughed.
“No! You became weak, sorcerer. You once have been powerful and strong. But
look at you now. The soldier-boy's plaything you have become! Poor sod!”
“I said leave me alone!” Tim yelled and tried to fight back. His eyes became
pitch black and he tried to put up a shield. That was something he always could
do without the help of other things.
“Timmy, now that's pathetic!” And she hit him with her magic. He was pushed off
the chair and fell on the floor. He hit the ground quite hard and groaned. But
he got up unharmed. He was a fighter and he knew how to move.
“You are coming back with me now, sorcerer!” He felt his brain tingle. Actually
he felt his whole body tingle.
“No, I won't! Never! I can do without you! And if I loose my former life, then
I do! Just so!” He shouted the last words into the empty kitchen. Panting and
black-eyed he looked around and sensed nothing. He was sweating badly. He still
was sitting on his heels, when suddenly Teàrlach came running down the stairs.
“I said no dark magic in my home, Tim!” He looked up at him.
“It was her!” And he opened his mind for him to see. He approvingly looked at
Tim.
“That was very brave, Tim. But why didn't you call for help?” He helped him up.
“Everything happened so fast. I don't know.” He still shook.
“Did she hurt you?” He shrugged.
“I fell down, but it's OK. She shot me with her powers and it still burns on my
skin.”
“Hold still, Tim.” And he felt Teàrlach's magic soothing his body. He relaxed.
“Thank you!” The shivering had stopped.
“I will put up a stronger shield right now. She won't be able to reach inside
the castle.”
“She will be able to reach me everywhere else. I have to improve my skills,
learn to put up a better shield around me.”
“I will show you how to do it without dark magic. You can do it, I know.”
“She obviously thinks, I am the weakest target here. Yeah me ...” And he looked
down. The wolf nudged his hand.
“You are nothing but weak, Tim. You can't compare your nature with John's,
which was triggered by the Goddess. I was sired by my brother and was a
magician before. And Larkin was sired by a strong magician, too, and he drank
his life when he died. So there is nothing to compare. We are several hundreds
years old, Tim. How old are you?” And Tim smiled back at him.
“I know, what you are trying to do, Teàrlach.” He nodded and made his way to
the stairs.
“Tim, wait.” Tim stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at him.
“Yes?” He knew Teàrlach wanted something. And he was right.
“Would you let me into your brain to see what you liked John do to you?”
“What?” But he just looked at him. He swallowed and then nodded.
“OK, then, I guess. He told you, didn't he? I was wondering though. You won't
tell mine, will you, Teàrlach?”
“Of course not. Open up, Tim.” And Tim closed his eyes and let the film play.
***
Teàrlach watched everything John did to Tim. He was rock hard after the first
session and panting loudly to the end. He also saw how Tim reanimated John and
how John didn't tell Tim, that is was his fault, he almost drowned because he
had hit him that bad. The truth was buried inside Tim, but he never recognized.
He had looked into his brother's brain before and liked some of the stuff he
saw. But this was more, this was violent and dark. John had used Tim. And Tim
had liked it. So had John.
He liked some of it and if John liked it, he would do it. He doesn't want to
loose him, so he would please him the way he wanted to be had. And probably he
would enjoy it, too, by watching the state he was in right now.
He looked at Tim who looked away but asked:
“Was it helpful?”
“Indeed it was, Tim. Now go and do something good. There are books about white
magic in the library. Read them and try. Larkin will be asleep.” And he left
again.
Tim looked at his back and felt lost again.
“Library. Why didn't he tell me where it is?” And he started looking followed
by the wolf. He didn't mind. He finally found it and stood gaping. Books,
thousands of books up to the ceiling and over every wall. This was paradise. He
lit the fire and looked over the shelves. Finally he decided against a book
about magic, but picked a classic Shakespeare and sat in an armchair in front
of the fire.
***
“Tim, you OK?” Tim looked up and found John standing in front of him holding a
glass of malt into his face.
“Yes, I am. Did he tell you?” John nodded.
“Yes, he did. And he told me, he looked into your brain.”
“Yes, he did. He asked for it, you know? He wanted to know about what we did.
So he could do it.”
“And you let him look?” He shrugged.
“Yes, you told him anyway.” John sat on the edge of Tim's armchair and looked
down at the wolf. He smiled.
“You are accepted, you know?”
“That's what I realised in the kitchen, when he sat beside me and nudged me. I
felt happy, for once. Really happy after a very long time. And then she
appeared.”
“Teàrlach will see to that, don't worry.”
“I can't stay here for the bloody rest of my life.”
“No, but you can stay here as long as it takes to learn to put a proper shield
up without using dark magic. That's why he sent you in here. Though this won't
help, I believe.” He pointed at Tim's book.
“No, but it helps me relax.”
“That's just fine. Do whatever you like. You know your way around.” He stroked
over his head and smiled down.
“And check on yours.”
“I will. Thank you, John. For everything.” John bent down and kissed his
forehead.
“You are welcome, Tim.” Tim looked a moment at the wolf and then focused on the
book again. He made himself comfortable and sipped the malt. Finally he became
tired, placed his legs over the armrest and fell asleep.
***
Larkin woke up and was alone in bed. He remembered Tim being back, but couldn't
hear him. He decided to get up and look for him. Very carefully he showered and
got dressed. He actually felt quite well again. He looked at himself in the
mirror. These fatigues made him younger but somehow look ridiculous. He found a
tee and walked downstairs. He reached out for his, but only found a sleeping
mind. He found him on the armchair in front of the fire. The wolf slept beside
him.
This felt like home. Larkin remembered their home of hundreds of years ago when
he and his brother had butchered the deer and prepared dinner. Their father had
been killed due to illegal hunting and they took care of their mother. They
always sat in front of the fire after dinner and she read something to them.
Until she died and they got thrown out of their house. He found his place at a
magician's home and tried to become a healer. Teàrlach was found by the
Goddess. He had power by nature and just disappeared for years.
Well, he never became a healer but very soon a very powerful magician. And when
his master found him ready, he made him a vampire. Larkin didn't mind. He liked
the power. And soon he was introduced to the Goddess, too.
He sighed, being lost in the past. He felt Tim moving in the armchair and he
got back. He watched him for a while and then took a blanket from the other
armchair. He placed it over him and left again.
He stood in front of the microwave still wondering about all the new stuff.
What else did he not know? He liked the small plastic thingy Tim had called a
MAC. It had lots of information in it, pictures and much more. He was
wondering, if John or Teàrlach had one of those in here.
But now he would like to listen to some music. And he knew there must be a room
at least with a piano in it. He knew his brother used to play all those years
ago, maybe he would find it?
He walked through the rooms and finally found the piano. He sat in front of it
and started to play. Melodies flooded out of him, very slow, and he closed his
eyes.
***
John was looking around downstairs. He was wondering, what his had been doing
here. He opened up some cells and finally found the one Teàrlach had talked
about. The chains were not rusty, there were masks, dildos and some other
things down here, John just stared at. He looked forward to have these on him
and in him. And he thanked him, begging him for forgiveness already.
And then he heard the music. Someone played the piano. Beautiful music flooded
down here and he moved up again. He followed the sound and found Larkin. He
silently sat behind him in an armchair and listened. His legs hung over the
armrest and he relaxed to the music with his eyes closed.
It felt like hours until Larkin finally stopped playing. John hung in his
armchair, completely relaxed.
“Why did you stop?” He murmured.
“How long have you been sitting there?” Larkin wondered.
“I have no bloody idea, Larkin. I heard you playing and came in. I settled down
and listened. I liked it. I enjoyed it a lot. Thank you.” He got up and turned
around.
“You don't have to leave, John. Stay, if you like. I could play some more?”
“Please do so, I would like that.”
“What would you like to hear?”
“Something slow.” And Larkin continued playing. John settled down again and
closed his eyes.
Soon enough he felt not being alone. He opened his eyes and found Tim sitting
on the other half of the armchair. They smiled at each other.
And a little while later Teàrlach joined them and stood behind the chair
leaning on top of it. John looked up at him and smiled. Teàrlach stroked
through his hair and came around the chair. He looked at Tim and then at Larkin
who continued playing. Finally he sat in front of the armchair and listened to
his brother playing.
Some time later Larkin turned around and found all three of them sitting behind
him lost in emotion. His brother leant against John's shins and his head had
fallen almost on John. They all were relaxed and had their eyes closed. He
liked that picture a lot.
***
Larkin entered Tim's mind and asked:
“Would you come up with me?” Slowly Tim opened his eyes and found Larkin.
“Yes, of course.” And he silently got up and followed him upstairs. They stood
before the bed and Larkin hesitated.
“Tim, I feel the change. I don't know what happened, but it is different.
Please let me know what you desire.”
“Larkin, I am not sure, I ...” Tim stuttered.
“Just show me ...” And he carefully opened his mind. And how Larkin liked what
he saw. He once started something, but got terribly distracted. This won't
happen again. Not in here.
Tim felt Larkin’s glare on him and at once dropped down on his knees without
being told. Larkin came closer and took hold of his neck.
“What was it you lately called John? Vampire-slut? What are you, Tim? You are
nothing but one. Well, what do vampires do, Tim?” And he shook him.
“They suck.”
“And what do you do?”
“Everything you tell me to do.”
“Very good, Tim. Very good.” He wished for some ropes and fabric and a ball-gag
to use on Tim. Then he made him undress and get face down on the bed. He tied
his wrists and upper arms together. Then he tied his ankles to the bed. He
settled on his lower back. He leant forward and placed his hands close to his
head whispering into his ear.
“I will give everything to you. All your needs will be satisfied.” Tim moaned
and rutted against the mattress.
“Please Larkin, make me behave! Talk dirty to me! Do whatever you want to me!
Throw your magic at me!”
Larkin only thought for a second being flooded by images coming from Tim. He
grabbed his hair and took the ball-gag which he shoved between his teeth. He
then blindfolded him. And he used a cock-ring again, too. Even though Tim
didn't approve, he could feel the response in his head, but he didn't care at
all. He knew he would take it anyway without asking to stop. He would feel, if
he really needed to stop, when Tim asked him to.
Tim felt Larkin's fingers between his cheeks. He felt them being parted and
then Larkin's finger circled around his hole teasing. He opened him up very
slowly. And when Tim finally thought he would take him, he felt something very
large being shoved against his backside. He moaned deeply but held still. He
felt it being shoved slowly all the way inside. Larkin took his time twisting
the big thing, turning it and pulling it back out and inside again.
“You may push against it, Tim. Let's see, if you can come from it.” Carefully
he pushed against the thing inside him and suddenly he felt it moving and
shaking and vibrating. He was moving desperately and soon found out, that the
more he moved the more it vibrated. So he quickened his movements and the thing
nearly exploded inside him. But it was not deep enough to reach his prostate.
Tim clenched his muscles around it and tried to pull it inside.
“You are a slut, Tim. This is pathetic. You will always need help, even with
this.” Tim howled and drooled. Larkin pushed it all the way in and Tim threw
his head up and pressed it back into the cushion. He pressed against it and
Larkin brushed it over his prostate again and again, until he just had to come
but couldn't. The pain in his cock was intense and he screamed out his
frustration.
Tim sobbed and tried to get some friction by rutting over the mattress, but
Larkin just grabbed his hips and lifted him up a bit. He felt his ankles untied
and was moved on his back. Larkin grabbed his ankles and pulled him over the
edge. He made him kneel with his chest on the bed. He heard him move behind him
and then he felt the leather stripes against his skin. He very slowly stroked
over his back with them. The gag was removed and he heard him whisper into his
ear:
“Count the strikes, Tim!” And he started hitting. Tim wasn't able to
concentrate on the numbers when he reached 38. And Larkin stopped looking down
on Tim's backside.
Some parts of the welts were bleeding a bit, but most were just dark red and
purple bruises showed all over his back and bum. He dropped the whip and knelt
beside his to lick off the blood. Tim moaned and wriggled. He even dared to rut
against the wooden frame, since he couldn't push against the dildo.
“No rutting, Tim!” And he rudely twisted it inside him. Tim bucked up and bit
into the mattress.
“Oh, I am sorry, I forget to put this back on.” And he shoved the gag back into
his mouth. Only it was another one, a penis shaped one, which reached quite far
inside almost touching the back of his mouth.
“Suck it, Tim, so you don't forget what you are. And don't stop!” And Tim
sucked. It was the only thing to do anyway, since his tongue was pressed down
by the thing and his lips were tight around it.
Finally Larkin was done with licking him clean, and he lifted him up in a
sitting position. The dildo moved even more inwards. Tim shook and sucked and
drooled all over his chin. His cock throbbed rather badly and hurt. So did his
jaw. He had to swallow and the thing touched his throat, he almost choked on
his saliva.
“I see, your training is not yet complete. Let's see what we can do about it.”
And one of Larkin's fingers pushed at the thing in his mouth. Tim tried to move
away but his head was held in position.
“Suck, slut, swallow. And again.” And he pushed with a rhythm for several
minutes until Tim started to shake. He felt inside him and found dizzy
pleasure. He removed the gag and the blindfold. He untied him and carefully
pulled out the dildo. His body twitched but he wasn't able to make a noise. He
could only whimper. He looked up at Larkin and pleaded through his eyes for a
while, until he was able to speak again.
“Please, Larkin, don't forget it again. I am in pain. It's enough now. Please!”
Larkin removed the cock-ring at once and felt him relax. He carefully touched
his prick and he whimpered again. He fondled his balls and tenderly kissed the
head.
“Come for me now, Tim, go on!” Tim jerked violently and twitched for some
minutes. His body cramped into a ball and he lay on his side panting. Larkin
stood beside the bed and could only watch.
Was this really good? He hardly couldn't believe it. But he couldn't sense
anything bad. He seemed to be relaxed, fine and in a state of bliss.
Larkin couldn't help the feeling, but he felt extremely neglected. He was rock
hard and started to stroke himself slowly repeating his moves inside his head.
But he was thinking too hard, it wouldn't work.
“Come to bed and lay down.” Tim was looking him up and down.
“I was selfish, I asked too much at once. I am sorry.” Tim could sense his
confusion.
“I just want you to be happy. I want you to stay with me.” Somehow Larkin
looked rather sad.
“I don't want you to do things, you don't want, Larkin.” Tim realised that
minute, that the way they had sex wasn't important to him. Only Larkin was.
Being with him was.
“I know what I want.” And he just left the room following a flight of stairs
upwards. He finally stood outside watching over the walls. He leant on the
parapet and bathed in the moonlight.
***
Teàrlach and John stood in the cell.
“You did a great job in here, love.” John admired the work again.
“You think so?” He pulled John into a tight hug. He nodded.
“Absolutely. This will be fantastic, exciting.” Teàrlach kissed him wildly.
“Painful, arousing.” They both laughed.
“What about limits, John?”
“Can't think of any. I will let you know, if you are going too far though.”
“OK, you want to add anything?” John looked around and found it enough.
“I don't think so.” He didn't want to leave. He wanted to play. Now. Was
Teàrlach in the mood? He looked to his side and found him playing with a whip.
His hand came up and it cracked. John jumped back and felt the pain on his hip
where he had hit him. He stared at him and saw him moving again. The second
crack hit him on his bum. Fuck, that hurt! He took a few steps back to get out
of his reach. He looked down at himself and found his shirt torn. He touched
his backside and his denims were torn, too. Accusingly he looked at him.
“You see, John? I am in the mood.” And he followed him through the cell until
John stood with his back to the wall. He took his wrists and lifted his hands
over his head. The chains clicked shut around his wrists connected with an iron
bar. He kissed him all over his face and started to touch his groin through his
trousers. John pressed back and he rubbed over the bulge until John was hard.
He tore his shirt off and twisted his nipples. He knew, he hated that. Good.
He returned to the table and grabbed some nipple-clamps.
“No, no, no, Teàrlach. Not those!” He hated them and Teàrlach knew it.
“Yes, John, exactly those. You wanted to play. Do you want to stop?” Seriously
asked.
“No, but ...” He wasn't able to finish his answer, because he was interrupted.
“If you don't want to stop, you have to accept my rules. Do you trust me?” John
replied at once.
“Yes, of course I do trust you.” His whole body relaxed.
“I will make it good for you, love.” And he bent down over one of his nipples
and licked it erect. His tongue moved around it and he sucked it inside his
mouth between his teeth. John could only moan. And then the clamp shut down on
it. John shouted and his eyes crossed. Meanwhile his second nipple was teased
until he attached the second clamp. The pair of them was connected by a silver
chain with just enough weight to pull at his nipples and guarantee permanent
pain. It made him suddenly very still.
“Beautiful!” He returned to the table and came back with a black leather head-
harness. He pulled it loosely over his head and attached a ball-gag to it. He
fastened it around his head, so it ran around his nose and chin. He gently
pressed against the leather ball and John just took it. He tightened the strap
under his chin to keep it in place and make his jaw immobile. John moaned
behind the gag, the feeling was intense. And Teàrlach's next move made it even
more intense, when he attached a second chain from between his nipples to the
gag. John had to bend his head to avoid the pull and the pain. He started to
drool already and couldn't help it in this position.
He was being patted on the hip now.
“Good boy!” God, he felt bloody humiliated, but it sent a twitch into his cock.
He heard him rummaging through the things on the table and was wondering what
he would do next.
He returned and made him hold it in his hand above his head. It felt huge and
dildo-like. The size was making him sweat. Teàrlach shoved him a bit off the
wall and moved behind him. He reached around him and opened his denims. He
moved them over his hips and down. He stepped out of them after having toed off
his socks and shoes. He kicked them to the side.
He heard something metallic adjust right at his bum and felt some wider leather
straps touching over his skin. He listened to his humming and the dildo was
taken out of his hand again. He heard a metallic click and the tip of the huge
thing just barely touched his still covered arse.
He felt the cold floor beneath his naked feet and it made him shiver, which did
his nipples no good, as were all the other movements. He tried to suppress it.
“I don't want you to catch a cold, you fragile, weak human sod.” And he heard
him snip his fingers and the fire-basket illuminated the scene. Then he was
back on him.
“Oh, John, you leaked into your pants. You are disgusting and greedy.” He got
slapped on the hips which made him move. He cried out behind the gag because of
the swinging chain. Tears shone in his eyes, when his pants were removed, too.
“It will take some time, I think, until you will have earned a reward. Until
then, you will have to endure this.” And he once rather rudely pulled his balls
making John shout. His erection faded away and he started to tie leather straps
around his cock and testicles. When he tightened them, John broke into tears.
His prick hurt already and he wouldn't be able to come with his dick being
restrained like this.
He was shoved backwards again until the dildo pushed between his cheeks. It was
slightly adjusted and he was pushed against it. The metal was bloody cold but
lubed.
“Press, soldier-slut. Move it!” He had to close his eyes, his face was burning,
but he pressed against it and carefully avoided to wriggle. When his cheeks
touched the wall, it has settled inside him. He groaned long and low.
These were his darkest fantasies. He just loved it. He loved it as much as what
he had done to Tim. This was Teàrlach roughing him up and he gave in and played
the game.
Now the wide leather straps were closed around his waist and thighs as another
harness.
“Let's see how long you can hold out unmoving.” John thought of Tim's
impossible self-control and tried very hard. He made it for about 15 minutes,
until he had to shift his feet and legs to avoid cramping. That made the dildo
touch his prostate. He jerked violently and his head came up by instinct. He
tore at the nipple-clamps and screamed. His head came down at once and tears
and snot ran down his face.
“I want to see that again!” Teàrlach said and touched him with some electric
toy. He moved it over his stomach and he stood there shaking. The chain swung
and he was whimpering. Then he moved south and touched his cock with it.
Involuntarily John pressed back and shoved the thing even deeper inside. It was
a circle of pain and ecstasy. He had no idea how long it took. At some point he
just left his mind.
He came to hanging in Teàrlach's strong arms being kissed and caressed. He felt
his fingers on his cock and he pulled and pressed. John bucked up and clung to
his body. He spilled over his and lost his consciousness.
***
Teàrlach sat with him in his arms and cried. He enjoyed this a bit too much. So
did John. It had been intense. The fire was almost gone and he looked down at
John and deep blue eyes looked into his.
“Why did you cry, love?” John quietly asked with a rather throaty voice.
“Got overwhelmed.” They smiled at each other and got up. John still had to hold
on to him.
“These were my darkest fantasies, love. I know, it's bloody weird. And although
I screamed and cried, it was unbelievably intense. I bloody loved it!”
“I didn't think, I could do it, make it so far, but I did.” They looked at each
other and kissed deeply.
“I can't possibly walk upstairs. Could you take me? Please?” And he let his
fingers move over the marble skin.
“Of course, soldier-boy.” John smiled. He still liked that. Teàrlach lifted him
up and carried him upstairs into their room.
“Do you need anything?” Teàrlach asked and placed him on the bed fussing about
him.
“Just water.” He drowned some glasses and got terribly tired.
“Come on now, rest.” He felt the duvet being placed over him and clutched at
it. He tried to focus on his, but his eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep.
Teàrlach looked at him and smiled. Still so weak. He needed a drink. He went
downstairs and found his brother in front of the microwave.
“Did you have fun, brother-mine?” He smiled at his mug.
“Yes, I did.” He shoved him aside heating up his own. They looked at each
other.
“And so did you, didn't you?”
“Actually, yes, I did.” He dipped some weetabix.
“When I was at Tim's place, he had something he called a MAC. By any chance, do
you have something like that?”
“I have no idea. What did it do?” And Larkin described what he saw.
“It showed you everything. It had letters on it and Tim hit on them. You could
see the world on it.”
“A computer. We have a netbook and a laptop. I will show you.”
“Fuck, brother, you already know how to use it?”
“Yes, I do. It's fun. I watched John use it and found it very helpful.”
“Bloody hell, you can deal really good with all the new stuff.”
“Actually I do. And you know what? I kept thinking all the time, if we could
use the new stuff against the Goddess. She is old and powerful. But we have
weapons and knowledge, she probably can't cope with.”
“You are thinking of smuggling a weapon into her dimension and bomb her to
oblivion?”
“Sort of?” They smiled at each other.
“We should talk to ours about it. John should know a lot about weapons and Tim
knows damn shit about intelligence.”
“And we could take it to her.” They clinked their mugs together and grinned.
***
Tim jogged round and round the bailey followed by the wolf. He kept running and
running until John stood right in front of him.
“What the fuck are you doing, Tim?”
“Trying to get distracted from my thoughts about Larkin.”
“I should run with you then, I suppose.”
“What happened?”
“We played. And I think it was a bit too much for him, even though I didn't
sense anything bad. But he cried afterwards.”
“Larkin just left. I haven't seen him since then.”
“I start to believe after we had our time out, they would need one, too.”
“Maybe they do.” They looked at each other and John finally said:
“I am fucking hungry. I will prepare dinner for us. What do you think?”
“Bloody fine!” And they went inside, where they almost bumped into Larkin and
Teàrlach.
“We have to ...” Tim started and Teàrlach continued:
“talk to you.” Everybody stopped dead. Finally John said:
“OK? You are up to something then?”
“Actually we are.” Larkin said.
“We have an idea how to fight her.”
“Oh?” Both Tim and John said. And Teàrlach started to talk.
“Now that's interesting.” Tim drummed on the counter thinking already. John
scrabbled on a piece of paper. Larkin looked way irritated, but Teàrlach
grinned.
“Tim, how good are your cons?”
“I've got them everywhere.”
“So I thought. Are you willing to use them?”
“It would be sort of, well, dark.”
“We have to act in the freest ways sometimes.” Teàrlach smiled at John.
“Good then, I will be making a list of things we need. We need some more
information about her. What is she made of? Blood and bones? Or something else
entirely? What would work against her?”
“She is made of blood and bones. She is just very, very old. And she became a
Goddess somehow.” Teàrlach explained.
“What are her powers exactly?” John asked.
“She rules the elements. She can work the strongest magic I have ever
witnessed.” Larkin said remembering her doing things to others.
“She trained me once. That's how I got the idea of pulling power off the earth,
even though she never did that with me. She even told me, it wasn't possible.”
“So you inhabit more power than her.” John stated.
“Maybe?”
“Could you pull power off of her?”
“If she got distracted somehow, yes, definitely.”
“Would you do it?” He nodded.
“Yes, we would be free again.” The rest of them nodded.
John and Tim settled down in front of the laptop and checked on Tim's contacts.
They soon found several people providing weapons they would need. John licked
his lips, he was in combat modus again. He hadn't been in a long time and he
realized right now how he missed it.
He looked at Tim and saw the same in him. Tim looked up and just grinned.
***
Teàrlach stood in the doorway and looked at both of them.
“I took that from him. He obviously needs it, he likes it. But what happened?
He explored other dangerous things, It's just not right.”
“You are right, brother-mine. We took it away.” He hid behind a shield, so they
couldn't listen in.
“What are we supposed to do?”
“Well, if we succeed, we have to let them go.”
“As much as I hate to think about it, but you are right.” Teàrlach felt for his
brother's hand and Larkin held him. They looked at each other with sad eyes.
And Larkin lifted the shield. John turned around at once.
“There you are again. We found some weapons. Now we need a plan to get inside
her dimension.”
“What kind of weapons?” Larkin asked.
“Well, some C4 to bomb us inside and a very nice dirty bomb.” Teàrlach looked
at John.
“Wouldn't that be dangerous?” John winked.
“Not for the both of you, I suppose.” He shrugged.
“We don't know anything of the outcome of radiation on vampires.” Larkin looked
clueless.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The bomb has a deadly radiation which destroys almost everything.” Tim said.
“Yeah, but if it doesn't destroy vampires, as John obviously believes, it won't
destroy a Goddess.” He looked again at John.
“What makes you think, it won't hurt us anyway?”
“I don't really know, I just sort of feel the knowledge.”
“Let me inside your head.” Larkin ordered. Suddenly Teàrlach stood in front of
John.
“No way, brother-mine. I will have a look. You don't.” John bloody well knew
the real reason, but didn't interfere. Tim was starting to sweat, but didn't
say a word.
“Good, just do it. Go on.” And he looked at him. Teàrlach concentrated on John
and he opened up and showed him.
“It is the vampire magic. She is a Goddess and inhabits strong magic, but she
is not like us. She is blood and bones. And her blood is different. Not as
strong as ours. It will be our only chance.”
“So it means, we could still be harmed but not as much as her and ours?”
“Yes.” They all went silent until Tim said:
“It is our only chance.” Teàrlach looked around and said:
“I will take the bomb inside her dimension. You will show me how to use the C4
and I will distract her and place the bomb. This should harm her severely and
then I could pull the power off of her. That's our only chance and I am the
only one able to do it.” They all looked at him.
“I will be coming with you, love.”
“Radiation, John. Use your brain.”
“You will return at once.” He insisted.
“After she is down.” Teàrlach stated rather calm.
“Right after the bomb detonated and you pulled whatever you pull.” John
frowned.
“I have to be sure.” Teàrlach started to tap his fingers on the table getting
annoyed.
“I will be there with you.” John placed his hand on his thumping fingers.
Larkin interrupted.
“You two can't be there, after the so called dirty bomb has exploded.” John and
Tim looked at him. And Tim asked:
“What are we supposed to do?” Teàrlach shrugged.
“Just wait for us to come back.”
„If she is made of blood and bones, we could just shoot her in the head,
couldn’t we?“ John asked.
“And then some beheading, burn the rest separately and get rid of the ashes on
different continents.” Larkin huffed and Teàrlach looked annoyed at his
brother.
“Who could get that close to her anyway?” Tim murmured. Silence fell and
suddenly the three of them looked at John.
“What? Me?” Tim nodded.
“Of course you, John. She was at once interested, even attracted to you. Return
to her, we’ll think of a cover story.”
“That must be a hell of a cover!” John said.
“I don’t like it at all.” Teàrlach stated matter of factly.
“It doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, brother-mine.” Larkin slowly said.
“Would you like to have Tim go and sneak in?” Teàrlach's voice became a bit too
loud.
“If needed?” Larkin was dead serious.
“I’ll do it.” John grinned.
“Of course you’ll do it, you crave danger.” Tim grinned wickedly.
“Stop quoting facts out of my personal files!” John hissed, but had to grin,
too.
“You are very powerful, John. Some more days of training and you could move
out.” Larkin looked at him.
“More bloody training and I’ll become all Dumbledore on everyone.”
“Too bloody nice, love.” Teàrlach had to laugh.
“Try a sith lord, John.” Tim said. Everybody laughed, except Larkin, who didn’t
know about those books and films.
“How am I supposed to bring a weapon in?”
“Love, you are the weapon. And with your strength you are able to summon it and
teleport out after the hit.”
“Bloody hell, you sound like my commanding officer, Teàrlach.”
“Just stating the facts again. I am quite good at it, I was told often enough.”
John looked up, his heart stumbled, but he saw him smiling. He exhaled slowly.
“I will need more background. Teàrlach, Larkin, tell me more about her.” They
all moved rooms and sat in front of the fireplace joined by some of the pack.
"Larkin and I had to survive somehow after we got thrown out of our home. And
when she approached me I couldn’t resist. I was young and had no idea of
nothing. She took me into her place and began at once to teach me magic. She
told me, I had potential and could become a very powerful sorcerer. That I
would be extremely important to her. I felt wanted, helpful, needed.
At first I missed my brother, but she made me forget. Sometimes I even couldn’t
remember, I had a brother once. She overdosed me with potions to forget. And
she trained me well, but never managed over the years to make me sacrifice
humans or kill virgins. At the end I had sex with her just to calm her down and
because I thought it might be worth my sacrifice.
She tried everything and became very angry after years passed without any
success. I just wouldn’t cross over, didn’t become evil. She started to
threaten me, it wouldn’t work. Finally she really got pissed and brought Larkin
back into the game.” He looked at his brother who returned the look rather
sadly.
***
“I once wanted to become a healer and went into a magicians’ home. Soon I sort
of recognized healing wouldn’t make me rich or powerful. I never wanted to be
hungry or powerless as before. And then after months of living together being
his apprentice, I finally recognised what he really was. That’s why I decided
to turn. My master was old and full of power. And he was a vampire, hundreds of
years old even then. I was talented and had power. He showed me the Goddesses’
power and I soon became an addicted servant of hers. I was weak. I chose the
easy way.
I didn’t know that my brother had been with her all those years. After some
years of being evil, sacrificing virgins and stuff, she shoved Teàrlach right
back into my arms. That happened right after I became a vampire. But he didn't
just make me a vampire by biting me and giving me tiny drops of his blood. When
he felt his death approach, he let me drink his blood regularly. Soon after my
master finally died.
I was pure power, at least that was how I felt. And then my younger brother
appeared, also very powerful, but bloody white. And young still and so very
naïve.
She gave him to me as a punishment for him. I did of course as she wished and
made him a vampire. The fact that she threatened to kill him helped a lot. I
killed him, too, but he would still live. Somehow.
So I turned him. I let him run and explore, but even as a vampire he was still
good and wouldn’t kill for his own advantage. Finally he found himself a mate.
Anyways. End of story. She is evil. She is blood and bones. She can be
destroyed. Probably by white magic, but weapons are quicker.” The last
sentences he almost blurted out.
He didn’t want to talk about him killing his brother’s mate with John sitting
beside him.
Everybody looked at him, but no one said anything. Everybody knew the story
anyway. Tim took his hand and simply smiled. Teàrlach stared into nothing and
John stared at his.
“So, she is a powerful Goddess.” John said finally.
“Anything more specific to add to the mix?” They focused on him.
“No, not really. She is very old, she is of blood and bones.” Teàrlach
shrugged.
“No more.” Silence crept into their round. John was wondering how they would
cope afterwards, if he was successful.
“Training starts tomorrow!” Larkin got up and grabbed Tim’s hand. He just
followed smiling shyly at John.
“More training!” John sighed looking up into Teàrlach’s eyes.
“Learning some evil tricks. You might like that.” He smiled down at him.
“Come on, let’s move up.” John stood and he felt like a suicide-bomber.
***
In his nightmare she tore him apart, she ripped him into pieces and shredded
the rest. He screamed and felt Teàrlach’s embrace, his long arms around him,
holding him tight. He panted, his hands clutched at his skin.
“Hush, John, I am here, come down.” He stroked over his back and tenderly
kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. And slowly John came down.
“You can do it, you are capable of.” John looked at his.
“I am no bloody sorcerer-Captain.” His fingers trailed over Teàrlach's skin.
“Yes, you bloody well are, I am afraid.”
“Fuck, Teàrlach. Why can’t we run away?”
“Because it wouldn’t be the right thing to do. And she would find us anyway.”
“Yeah, I do understand, you don’t have to say it.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Teàrlach, please!” He leant his forehead against his chest and just breathed.
They sat still for a while.
“What exactly are you afraid of, love?” His hands ran soothing circles over his
back. John just held him tight.
“How could I ever fight a Goddess? It’s insane!” He dug his fingers into his
skin and sobbed.
“You are full of power and she likes you.”
“You inhabit more power and you slept with her, too.”
“That was for a different reason. She just wanted me back. And I gave in to get
what I wanted.”
„Any idea of a cover yet, love?“
„Hm, sort of.“ John looked up at him, clearly surprised.
„Really?“ Teàrlach looked at his and smiled sadly.
„Of course. She approached Tim, assumed him being bored, missing his power.
Just step up and state you are bored of me, of us. You miss her. She was the
one who raised your power. You want to know more. She could teach you.“
„Jesus, Teàrlach. That sounds even sane.“
„I know, love.“ They looked at each other.
„How would I approach her?“
„You will leave the castle and therefore leave my shield. You can reach her
then.“
„Can't she read my thoughts?“
„She could, but I could block you. And if she asks, you could tell her it was
because of Tim and Larkin lurking about.“
„When?“
„As soon as possible, John.“
„Not tomorrow. Only the day after. I would like to have one more day with you.“
„You would return to me.“
„Just one more day. Please?“ Teàrlach nodded and pulled John against his chest.
„Agreed. Go back to sleep now. You need to rest. I am here.“ He kissed him and
John calmed down. Soon after he felt the glamour and didn't resist. He fell
asleep.
***
„Do you really think it will work, love?“ Tim asked Larkin leaning against the
headrest of their bed looking at his coming out of the bathroom.
„John is very strong. She is attracted to him, I could feel it when we were
about to fight. Yes, I think, he can do it.“ He climbed onto the bed and under
the duvet beside his. Tim didn't react as usual and stared into nothing. So
Larkin took his hand and circled his thumb over his palm. Tim looked at him.
„I am bloody scared. If John won't kill her, she will be after us forever. At
least forever for you, because I am going to die one day.“
„Fuck you, Tim! Don't be like this!“ Larkin snarled and hovered above Tim.
„What, Larkin? I don't want you to turn me. And if John fails, she will kill us
all. If ...“
„If what?“
„Nothing.“ And he lay down and on his side facing away from him. Larkin looked
at his back and carefully placed a hand on his hip.
„Please, Tim. I am quite powerful and my brother is the same level as her.
Please don't worry. Look at me, please?“ But Tim didn't move and Larkin
withdrew his hand.
***
„I am asleep, I am asleep. Don't talk to me, don't touch me.“ Tim thought and
felt his hand leaving his body. He had his eyes tightly shut and he felt
ashamed of himself. He was a coward right now. He didn't feel safe with his, he
would with John. Why was he having these disturbing feelings? Why?
„I am so fucked up, bloody hell.“ He felt Larkin leave the room, probably back
up onto the castles' parapet to look into the sky. After he left he got up and
walked down into the kitchen to get something sweet.
And he made a decision. He wanted to be the one who destroyed her. But he would
have to do it with his bare hands or something he would find at her place. He
would decide, when the time was up. And if he died, than at least he had tried.
He didn't want to be the weakest in the mix anymore. He had to prove something
to himself with this decision made. He still was strong. He still was a
powerful sorcerer. He could do it. He would lure her into safety, so he could
kill her. Or at least try.
He left the castle without anyone noticing and sat cross-legged on the clearing
calling out for her. And she appeared in front of him, not in his head, she was
real.
„Timmy, my dear. You came back to me!“ She smiled evilly down at him. And he
smiled back.
„Yes. I did. I want you back. I want my powers back. I am bored. I was wrong.
You were right. I am sorry.“ And he looked down. She came close and he felt her
reach into his brain.
„You are not being treated seriously. You are just an attachment to Larkin who
betrayed me. Tell me about their plans, Timmy, and I will give you your powers
back. And more.“
„You are taking me back?“ And he looked up at her, a thankful expression on his
face. He even willed his lips to quiver.
„Yes, take my hand.“ He took it and they disappeared.
***
Teàrlach suddenly stopped any movement, after he had John chained to the wall
and gagged him. His hand lay on his stomach, but he stared into nothing. John
sensed danger, but he wasn't sure what to do. He kicked Teàrlach against his
shin, but nothing. He made noises, still nothing. Then he was sure something
was really wrong and he wished himself out of the restraints. But nothing
happened. He couldn't get out. Teàrlach must have prevented it by a spell or
something. John swore behind his gag. The thing touched his throat and every
time he swallowed it touched the back of his mouth and he had to really
concentrate on not choking. Now he concentrated on contacting his.
„Teàrlach, what's wrong? What's up?“ He used his power to creep inside him.
Finally he threw magic at him. That made him shake awake and turn back to him.
His eyes widened and he untied him and loosened the gag.
„John, it's Tim. He just left with her a few minutes ago. He is desperate.“
John could only stare.
„What? Tim? No way!“ Teàrlach nodded sadly.
„She will kill him just for the fun of it and send his corpse back to us.“
„You think, he wanted to do it instead of me?“ John wondered.
„Exactly. He felt useless before.“
„What did the think he could do all by himself?“
„I have no bloody idea, John. Let's go and find my brother.“ They went up and
found him pacing around the bailey. When they came out, he turned to Teàrlach.
„Tim left! With her! I could feel it!“ He suddenly stood right in front of
Teàrlach, but his posture held no threat.
„I felt it, too. He wants to be the one who destroys her. He wants to be
needed.“ John nodded.
„I will follow him and show her our boredom.” And he turned around.
„John, no!“ Teàrlach growled at him.
„Don't hold me back.“ They stared at each other and Larkin didn't get it.
„What's wrong with the two of you?“ John looked at Larkin.
„Nothing. I will bring him back to you, don't worry.“ And he looked at his
again.
„Don't worry. I will follow, I will get him back, I won't let her kill us.“
„I know now why you wanted that day.“ They smiled at each other.
„Please bring him back, John.“ Larkin begged him very quietly. John just nodded
and disappeared.
***** Dharma *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
John stood on the clearing and reached out. Soon enough he heard her into his
head.
“Oh, another bored lover. John, please follow the lead.” And he felt something
pulling at him and just took a step forward. Only a second later he stumbled
into her rooms. He was sort of dizzy and looked around.
He saw Tim on the floor. He was unconscious, but his face was contorted and he
was in pain. His gaze wandered around and finally found her. He faced her and
lowered his head.
“Dharma.” She held out a hand and he made a step forward, but still wouldn’t
look up.
“Please, come over here, John. Tell me all about it.” He took her hand and felt
the power. At once it ran through his body, his veins. He threw his head back
and grabbed her hand tight. He groaned and shivered, but took it all in.
He stepped into her personal space and felt her hands on his bum. He didn’t
dare touch her without her permission yet, so he just asked:
“What happened to poor Timmy?”
“He tried to hide something from me. He worked on his shield powers, but I will
break him anyway.”
“I will tell you anything you want, Dharma.”
“You know, I wasn't amused when you just left the cave. You took Teàrlach away
and disappeared.” She looked at him and tilted her head.
“What happened to change your mind that drastically?” John looked at Tim.
“He did.” She looked curious and shook her head.
“Tim did? What did you do? Show me!” And he opened his mind and fed her the
information he wanted to see her. Her grip on his bum tightened and she
breathed heavily against his chest. When John was done, she looked into his
eyes and grinned wickedly. So did John.
“Did you like it?” He asked her with a lopsided grin.
“You are an evil son of a bitch, John.” And she smashed their mouths together.
They almost stumbled over Tim, who still didn’t move. They fell on the bed and
she ripped his clothes off of him by magic. He returned the favour and used
some magic on her, which made her skin tingle. He tore her dress open and
greedily touched her breasts. He licked her nipples and bit down on them. He
spread her legs and pushed two fingers in.
“No foreplay needed, soldier-toy, move on!” He got angry at this and pushed
inside her with one move. She screamed and pressed her legs around his waist.
He fisted into her hair and pulled her head up. He wound her long strands
around his hand and held her close. He kissed her shoulder and bit down hard.
He tried to draw some blood and it worked pretty well. Her blood was red and
running down her breast. He felt her coming and followed close.
***
Tim was in pain. It flooded like waves through his tormented body. He thought
he had heard John, but he must have been dreaming. How could he have been so
stupid? He didn’t have the power to stand up against her, against a Goddess.
She saw into his brain and found out he had hidden something. She became angry
and started to punish him. She pushed him around and threw some lightning at
him. He tried to put up a shield, but it took her just one simple attack to
break it down. His skin was burnt in several places and he fell down, almost
unconscious. He wasn't able to move, he was happy about his ability to just
breathe right now. And then he heard the voice in his head.
“Tim?” He almost cried listening to Teàrlach's voice.
“Yes?” Very carefully he reached out.
“Is John there with you?”
“I don't know. I thought I heard his voice, but I thought it was just wishful
thinking.”
“No, he came right after you. I felt him leave into the sphere.”
“Wait a second.” And Tim carefully listened and heard the Goddess scream and
John shout. Sheets were being torn apart and the smell of sex hung in the air.
Tim felt a sting of jealousy.
“He is here. He starts distracting her. Quite successfully, if I might say.”
“You might not, Tim. Just be careful and don't try something. Make her feel
safe with you two around and John will get his chance.”
“I will make myself very small.” Teàrlach chuckled.
“Don't do this to yourself, Tim. You are nothing but small.” And he left. Tim
silently smiled and jerked violently when John screamed loudly together with
the Goddesses laughing. Magic washed over him and cold ran down his spine
making him shiver. He carefully turned around and looked at the bed. The two of
them were entangled on the sheets. John had his eyes closed, but she was
staring back at Tim. At once he dropped his gaze.
“Jealous, Timmy?” She asked wistfully.
“No. And don't call me Timmy.” She waved her hand at him intending to throw
some magic, but John grabbed her wrist.
“Don't, Dharma. We could use him.”
“How could he possibly be of any use?” She snorted.
“We could use him as bait for Larkin, make him come back for his?”
“John, you are surprising me! Anything else?”
“Well, you liked what you saw in my head, didn't you?” He smirked and she
looked suddenly very interested.
“Hell, John, you really must have been bored.”
“Boredom just leaves my body slowly. It will need some time.” And he reached
out for her and laid his hand around her neck pulling her close. They kissed
wildly. John looked over her shoulder at Tim lifting his eyebrows telling him
not to act that stupid again. Tim blinked back at him and dropped his gaze.
***
“Brother-mine, what did he say?” Larkin paced in front of Teàrlach.
“Larkin, stop! Tim is fine.” Of course he had felt his pain, but he wouldn't
tell. He was alive, that was the important fact. And John was there. He would
take care of everything now.
“What did he say?” He asked again.
“He more or less said, John had sex with the Goddess.”
“I suppose, that's strategy to distract.” A very thin smile appeared on his
face.
“Yes, of course it is. And it seems to work. Tim lives and so does John.”
“What are we going to do now?”
“We will wait.”
“I will get insane.”
“No, you won't. I will explain all the technical things to you.” That remark
made Larkin look up.
“That actually sounds like a good distraction until the fight starts.”
“Come on then. I will show you some interesting films.” And they left to have a
closer look at the laptop.
***
Dharma and John sat in front of a huge bonfire outside. She had a huge tree
trunk as a table with some smaller ones as seats. They were beautifully carved
and very nice to sit on. John liked it a lot. They had dinner and some lovely
wine. John really was relaxed now and so was she. They had tied Tim to the
table with his arms reaching back. She had threatened to nail his ears to the
wood, but John prevented that. Tim was sweating and silently thanked John. He
wasn't able to speak, since she had put a gag on him. It was just a thick
knotted rope which had already burnt his skin and hurt like hell. Now and then
she kicked him in the rips and made him groan and drool around the knots.
His strained arms and the kicking made his burnings hurt like hell. They were
bleeding and sipping fluids. His clothes were glued to the wounds. And the
Goddess knew where to touch, hit and kick very well to hurt him some more.
John couldn't help himself and got really hard soon enough. His toes were
stroking Tim's bum to soothe. It helped a bit.
He placed his hand on hers and smiled.
“I am happy to be here, you know? I want more power. I want to have fun. Being
good is boring.”
“Very well, John. That really sounds good to me. Did he train you at least a
bit?”
“He showed me some interesting things, yes. I know now, I can summon things by
imagining them. I can throw magic. I am connected to animals. I don't know
more.”
“That's quite a lot, actually. But I expected something big in you. I just knew
it. You have potential. You are a powerful sorcerer. I like that. I will be
training you from now on.”
“As you wish, Dharma.” He would learn something more, probably something evil.
He wouldn't loose his soul, he would just play. And save Tim. The poor sod
hadn't even had something to eat or drink yet. He had to take care of that
later. He also had to take care of his wounds.
He scraped his nails over her hand. She smiled and snipped her fingers. Another
bottle of wine appeared and poured itself into their glasses. She looked down
at Tim and took the gag out of his mouth. He inhaled deeply and she raised an
eyebrow.
“Thank you, Goddess-mine.” His words came out rather croaky. She smiled being
pleased with his reply.
“I want to share. We left you out, Timmy.” She knelt beside him and pressed two
fingers into his face to force open his mouth. She took the bottle and poured
the wine into Tim. He tried to swallow, but soon couldn't manage the amount of
fluid rushing down his throat. He coughed and spilled a good amount on her
breast.
“I am sorry, I am so sorry, Goddess-mine. Please forgive me! I didn't mean to,
I wasn't careful enough. Please!” He begged as his mind told him to.
“You need to be punished, Timmy. You ruined my dress.” And she slapped his
face.
“John, I am going to change into something comfortable. Please take Timmy to
our bedroom and prepare him. I will be right back.” And she rushed off.
John dropped on his knees beside Tim and untied him. He hugged him close and
kissed him on the cheek.
“Tim, I am sorry. I didn't mean to.”
“John, if it wasn't for you, I would be dead already. I won't die. Just go
ahead and play with me. It won't kill me. You will be there and take care of
that.”
“Fuck, Tim. I still need time to earn her trust and get closer to her.”
“I know that. Proceed as you wish. When time comes, I will be with you.”
“You are very brave. I will return you to Larkin.”
“Yes, and I trust you with that. Now go ahead and prepare me.” John pulled him
up on his legs and led him into the bedroom.
“Did she show you a bathroom?” John asked Tim, who pointed at a door at the end
of the room.
“Why? What do you want to do? You have to hurry!” But John shook his head and
dragged him in there.
“First of all I have to take care of your burnings. Otherwise they will inflame
and you die. Do you want to die, Tim? Never see Larkin again?” While talking,
he carefully removed the fabric and cleaned his wounds. Of course there were no
bandages and he had no idea how healing powers worked. Water had to do it for
now.
Tim just let it happen. When John was done, he held his hands.
“Thank you, John.” John wouldn't look at him.
“Don't thank me, Tim.” He led him back into the sleeping-room again. He
undressed him completely and tied him up so he was absolutely immobile. He was
properly bound, gagged and blindfolded by the time Dharma returned.
She admired John's work and climbed on the bed beside Tim. She stroked over his
bum and pinched him. He jerked and she laughed. She lifted him, so his arse was
up and looked at John.
“I want to watch. Go ahead, John.” He had no lube or anything, so he just
licked over his fingers and started to move around his hole. He moved over and
around it, slowly teasing. Tim couldn't help himself and moaned. His other hand
reached under him and touched his balls and penis. And then he saw her hands
slowly stroking over his back, hips and stomach. Tim shivered badly and
groaned. John moved to three fingers and opened him up. He pushed back and John
told him no by pulling rudely at his penis. The moving stopped at once.
“So very obedient, isn't he?” She ruffled his hair and lay down beneath him, so
his face was above her. She was already naked. John's throat suddenly became
very dry. He removed his fingers and coated his cock with nothing when he
pushed back in. Tim groaned and shook a bit, when John carefully pushed inside,
but they had done it before, so it should be fine. He would be sore for days,
but it wouldn't kill him. Finally he was completely surrounded by Tim's muscle
and felt his clenching. He took some strands of his hair and lifted his head
up. He wished the gag to be removed and heard Tim's croaky breathing.
“No rest for the wicked, Tim.” And he pressed him down into Dharma's cunt. At
once Tim started to lick around her clit and sucked in her lips. He licked
inside her pussy and sucked again. She lay back and closed her eyes. She
obviously liked it. John just held Tim's head down while he pushed into his
bum. He felt Tim shiver badly, he was done. He must be in pain. He had to stop
this.
He increased his pushes, until he felt Tim come; soon after he came into Tim
followed closely by Dharma. He pulled Tim up again and placed him on his side.
His breathing was shallow and his moving almost stopped.
“Fuck, John, I hadn't had this much fun for decades!” And she threw herself on
John kissing him wildly. He let her.
“I still have some business to do. Don't wait up for me.” And she disappeared
into the shadows. John felt a bit off and spent some minutes staring down at
Tim. Finally he untied him and shook him a bit.
“Tim? You have to get up. I will get you something to eat and drink. But you
have to move.” There was no response for a minute, until he said:
“I can't move. I hurt so much. She used magic. I can hardly breathe. You have
to help me, please.” John carefully lifted him up into his arms and held him
stroking over his back, until he calmed down a bit.
“Better?” And Tim finally nodded.
“Yes. Please don't make it last too long, John. Think of something, I beg you!”
“Trust me, it won't take too much time. I will take care of you. Sit up against
the headrest and wait for me. I will be right back.” Tim's hand reached out for
him.
“Please, just summon the things. Please don't go away and leave me. John!”
“OK, OK. I won't leave you. What do you want?”
“Water, loads of. And chocolate.”
“You have to eat something warm, Tim. You will get your chocolate for dessert.”
“French fries?” John closed his eyes and a huge plate of fries appeared beside
Tim on the bed. Also some bottles of water. John sat beside him and watched him
eat and drink.
“As a matter of fact, I think she won’t let you sleep in our bed. I will make
up a place for you. I won’t leave this room, I am staying, so don’t worry, OK?”
“OK, John.” He really was weak and his eyes won’t leave John. He got up from
the bed and summoned a mattress and some blankets on the floor beside the
fireplace. He pulled Tim off the bed. He swayed over and just fell down. John
rolled him on his side and placed a bottle of water beside his head. Tim held
on to his hand.
“Thank you, John.” He closed his eyes and was gone. John pulled up the blanket
and kissed him on the head. He closed his eyes and felt for her. She was
nowhere to be found. He tried to reach Teàrlach, who answered at once being
hidden behind a strong shield.
“John, you OK?” Worry showed in his voice.
“I am. Tim really isn’t, he is hurt and in severe pain. He will hold out for
some time, but not long. I have to think of something really soon, otherwise he
will die.”
“Fuck, John. If you need me, I will be there with you.”
“I will let you know. Leave now!” And gone he was and Dharma was back.
“John, you build a nest for Timmy! How cosy!” He smiled up at her.
“Yes, we want to keep him for a while, don’t we? I don’t want to loose him. Not
yet.”
“You are right of course. Did you summon these things?”
“Yes, I did. That’s something I could do at once.”
“Very good. He may stay where he is.” She climbed under the sheets and touched
John.
“Thank you, Dharma. I got really accustomed to Tim.”
“Damn you, you even fed him.”
“He needed to eat something. You are a Goddess. You don’t need to eat.”
“Oh, I do! Only not regularly. But I have to. Sometimes I only drink, but I
survive without food for about a month or so.” Great, more intel on her.
“What do you eat?” She looked at him.
“What do you think?”
“Meat?”
“Meat I gnaw off bones. And I am not talking animals here, John.” He swallowed
and his throat was dry. Larkin and Teàrlach should have known about that, why
hadn’t they told him?
“And you probably drink their blood, don’t you?”
“Exactly. That’s what I am planning to do with poor Timmy time come.”
“I thought, you would sacrifice him? Larkin told me something about him
sacrificing virgins on the altar of Tara for you?”
“Oh, he didn’t forget then? How nice! And yes, he did. But it would need some
preparations beforehand.”
“Well, he won’t run away.” And they both looked at him. She placed her hand on
his chest.
“You were brooding, when I returned. What’s wrong?”
“I was thinking of the things I lost because of Teàrlach, what I gave up for
him and how bored I became. I was sad.”
“You have no reason being sad. I will show you everything. With your potential
you could rule a kingdom. I could give you one in another dimension, if you
like?”
“Really?” John was surprised and goggled at her.
“Can I get a crown then?”
“You can get everything you want. If you are serving as my personal sorcerer
and do as I wish, you may rule your dimension.”
“What would I have to do as your personal sorcerer?” She smiled wickedly.
“You would have to please me. You would have to sacrifice people, virgins. You
would have to torture and kill. And since you have a good taste both in slaves
and clothing, you may take care of that, too.”
“When can I start?”
“I need to show you some basic things, but I think you should be ready in a few
weeks. And when you are ready, your first sacrifice will be Timmy.”
“He isn’t a virgin!”
“No, but you could practice.”
“Agreed.” He didn’t want to hear more, so he just kissed her. She kissed him
back and touched him greedily. Finally she pressed him down and let her hands
hover over his groin. John’s middle came off the mattress and he had feelings,
he never had before. He only felt pure pleasure and soon saw white flashes.
When she was done, he was shaking.
“What the fuck was that?”
“An advanced reward, dear. So you know what to expect, after you served me
well.” John licked his lips. He was sated and couldn’t hold his eyes open. He
just felt for her hand and at once fell asleep.
***
Tim was dreaming being held by Larkin. He was kissed tenderly. He felt relaxed
and safe. Suddenly Dharma appeared behind Larkin out of nothing holding a
wooden stake in her hand. She shoved the stake through his back right into his
heart. Tim fell down to the floor onto a pile of dust.
He woke up panting. His eyes adjusted to the dark and at once he remembered
where he was. He shut his eyes tightly trying not to scream or cry. He leant on
an elbow and drank some water. He saw John and the Goddess on their bed. They
were still sleeping and didn’t wake up. He didn’t dare to initiate contact with
Teàrlach due to his weak shield abilities. He was all alone and had no idea
what kind of plan John had.
Carefully he laid back and tried to steady his breathing. His heart stopped
racing and the sweat cooled on his skin. He really hoped, John would think of
something quickly. He had no idea, how long he could make it, endure the
torture and the pain. He was wondering, what he found so appealing when
worshipping her. The power was not worth this. Why had he been so stupid and
left the castle? He was so fucked up. He silently sighed and tried to get back
to sleep. But his sore ass and burnt skin wouldn’t let him. So he suffered
silently and waited for the new day to begin.
***
Dharma would only believe John, until he had tormented a prisoner she held as
potential sacrifices in some of her cells in the basement. He needed to prove
something. So he will be given some people to practice on. She knew, he had
been a soldier and interrogated other captured soldiers. And interrogation not
always meant speaking to people. So she sort of knew, what he was capable of.
But she needed to see and she had to make him cross over and leave that bloody
vampire-bitch, she once wanted to have. Well, she still wanted him but knew for
sure, there was no way. And since she knew Teàrlach loved John, it was the only
way to hurt him deeply. Not kill John, but turn him into something new, vicious
and evil.
She was awake for quite some time, but didn’t move. John still slept. His head
rested on her hip and his body was spread all over the bed. She didn’t mind, he
had earned the right to sleep in her bed. Tim was awake, too. He was having a
nightmare before waking up and he was in pain. She thought about what John was
going to do to Tim later and smiled.
***
Larkin sat in front of the laptop watching pictures of the earth. He watched
pictures of places he wanted to go with Tim, after they had destroyed the
Goddess.
And if he had any God, he could pray to, he would. Instead he sent his wishes
over to John. His thoughts were with him and his mind was full of sadness. He
was wondering, if John would make it or if she could convince him to change
sides. Power corrupts the best.
He felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder.
“What are you looking at?” And he told him showing him pictures of Paris and
Rome.
“Did you hear something?”
“I would have told you at once, you do know that.”
“Of course I do, brother-mine. I am just so desperate for any news. Why doesn’t
John call in?”
“He is probably with her and can’t contact us. He only is able to contact us,
when she is out of her own dimension. Otherwise she might sense everything.”
“And Tim is too weak to put up a proper shield.”
“You are right. Why did he do it? It was stupid. John said something about Tim
feeling needed.” Larkin sighed.
“I know, I know. He thinks, he is not worth of anything, that he is small and
unable to manage anything at all. He always needs other things in combination
with his powers. And we just crook a finger and make things happen, including
John.”
“Couldn’t you do anything, that would change his thinking?”
“I tried very hard, but I don't understand a lot of things he does or says. His
behaviour is weird sometimes.”
“I exactly know what you mean. John left me twice because of my behaviour. And
I cried a lot, because I couldn’t understand why he would be angry with me, if
I just tried to be honest.”
“Humans are complicated beings.”
“Except when you feed off them.” They grinned at each other.
“Haven’t had one in weeks by now.”
“I once found a site providing human offerings to vampires. Those people think,
we are just acting.”
“But we can’t leave. What if John needs our help? We aren’t supposed to drink
off humans. You told me, by the way. You kept me in a cell.”
“I know. But we wouldn’t kill, we just drink, what we are given freely. John
could reach us anywhere, no matter where we are. We are just having some much
needed fun. We will celebrate our reunion.” Larkin didn’t look convinced.
“So what?”
“Drinks for free!”
***
John woke up to Tim’s muffled screams begging for help. He slowly came to still
sated from the sex he had with Dharma. He sat up and rubbed the heels of his
hands over his eyes. Then he focused on Tim, who was hanging upside down from
the ceiling. His wrists were tied at this lower back and his ankles were tied
by a rope which was attached to a hook in the ceiling. Duct tape was wound
around his mouth and neck.
“Fuck, Tim. How long are you up there?” Tim desperately wriggled his body and
John wished the tape off. It came off only by small parts. He gaped for air and
coughed badly. His voice was still croaky.
“About half an hour or so. You wouldn’t wake up. She left right after she tied
me up and threw her magic. Please help me, John!” He took Tim’s shoulders and
wished him down. Nothing. She jinxed it, of course. Maybe it was a test for
him? Wasn’t he supposed to help him? Well, he just had to. He took a chair and
climbed up. He tried to wish away the restraints, but nothing happened. Then he
looked at the rope and the knots and knew, he would need a knife. Why was it
working on the tape though? He had no idea. But it had only come off partly. He
was clueless and inexperienced with both his own magic abilities and hers.
“Over there, John. Larkin once told me, she had a cabinet of weapons beside her
bedroom. Should be that wardrobe over there, I think.”
John opened the door and looked at swords, crossbows and knifes. He took one
and returned to Tim. He cut him off the hook and tried to soften his fall. He
badly fell on his shoulder and he screamed in pain. He breathed through tightly
pressed lips and tears showed in his eyes.
“I don’t know how to soothe your pain. I have no idea.”
“Just touch me and wish for it to go away, it should work.” John tried.
“Any better now?” He looked at Tim.
“A bit, I just hurt everywhere. The pain caused magically won’t go away that
easy.” He untied him and massaged him over. He let him shower and found him
some clothes. He wished for breakfast, too.
When Dharma didn’t return, John came over to Tim who sat curled up in an
armchair. He kissed him deeply. He stood in front of him between his legs and
held his head in his hands. And even though he helped him to get a bit better,
he took advantage of him now. He still revelled in the power he had over him
and held in general by now.
“Suck me off!” John ordered Tim who slid off the chair at once and got on his
knees. With shaking hands he opened his trousers and pulled them down. John was
already getting hard and he took him into his mouth and started to suck at
once. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and the tip almost touched his throat.
He licked and his head bopped up and down. He had his eyes closed again and his
hands were on John’s bum. His cock twitched inside his trousers, but he knew he
wasn’t supposed to come.
John groaned deep in his throat, when his tip touched the back of his mouth and
Tim swallowed around him. He pushed a bit deeper right into his throat and
Tim's eyes shot open desperate for breath. After a few seconds he came deep
into Tim’s throat. Tim swallowed everything and just held on to John leaning
against his legs shaking rather badly. He knew John didn’t mean to hurt him,
but he still had no control over his magic and when he used it. It happened
unintentionally, mostly during sex.
***
“You two are having fun without me!” John jerked and Tim fell on his side. In a
second she stood in front of John, who dared to look at her.
“I didn’t know, when you would be back. I got bored, so I had fun with Tim.”
“I was running around and looked through my cells to find a suitable victim for
you to practice on.” She stood in front of him with her fists on her hips. He
could sense her anger and he at once tried to sooth her. He reached out for her
and lowered his voice.
“I am honoured, Dharma. I could have come with you.” His voice melted.
“Don’t get too bitchy, dear.” She smiled dangerously at John.
“I might take your toy away.” Tim jerked at his feet and he quickly said:
“I am sorry. But you know, you and your dimension do something to me, get the
bad boy out. Last time it happened, too.”
“Yes, I know. But you have to behave before me, John.”
“Please forgive me.” He dropped his gaze.
“I don’t want to loose my toy. I want to play some more with him. I want to be
with you. And did you find a victim?” He asked eagerly looking back into her
eyes again. He acted like being excited of the things waiting for him to do.
“You are forgiven then. And yes, I found a victim. I have him prepared in one
of the torture chambers right now. So whenever you are ready, we can proceed.”
“I am ready, Dharma.” By God, John wasn't, but he just had to be.
“In front of others it will be Goddess-mine, John.” She sharply told him.
“As you wish!” He bent his head at her will.
“And why did you take Timmy off the ceiling?”
“I didn’t want him to die from asphyxiation or an exploding head. We have other
plans, haven’t we?”
“Yes, you are right.” She looked down at Tim and pointed a finger at him.
“You are going back on your nest now. Move!” Tim hastily crawled over.
“Very good. You may stay unharmed for the rest of the day. The door will be
sealed. There is a shield around this room, so you wouldn’t reach Larkin or
Teàrlach.” She gestured for John to come.
***
John steeled himself as he followed her out of her rooms down to the basement
cells and torture chambers. He knew he had to do it, so he would do it quickly.
It would be a sacrifice, but for the greater good. Later on she would trust him
and he could move on.
He just hoped, she didn’t put a child or a pregnant woman in there for him. But
what if? He would have to do it no matter what. And somehow he had to live with
it. He had to lull her for good and act quickly.
He had killed before, but not like this of course. He had no idea, what she
would think of. He just had to play the game and trust Teàrlach to make him
whole again. Or let him erase his memories.
***
Tim watched John and the Goddess leave the room. He didn’t envy John and
wondered, whose destiny was worse. His, who suffered so badly or John’s, who
would have to kill innocent people to gain her trust. He carefully lay back on
his so called nest and sighed. He was glad, he had it. He slid under the
blankets and went back to sleep. And when he slept, he dreamt of John instead
of Larkin.
***** No More Rules *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Teàrlach and Larkin decided to leave for Bucharest. There were clubs serving
their needs. They found them all on the internet and Larkin was fascinated.
They took the car, because it was more fun to look around. And Teàrlach now
knew how to move it around.
After some hours they reached the capital of Romania. They checked into a
luxury hotel and enjoyed the view from their balcony. They hardly could wait
for the night to come.
While waiting Teàrlach checked the TV. He changed the channel every few seconds
scanning the different programmes. Finally he found something English he liked.
Larkin just watched irritated at the TV.
“Why is he glowing in the bloody sun? We don’t do that!”
“It’s fiction, brother-mine.”
“It’s bloody stupid. And who looks that ridiculously beautiful anyway?”
“John says, I do.”
“Well, so does Tim.”
“Tim says I look beautiful? How nice of him!”
“Not you, you git. Me, of course.” They grinned at each other sharing some
blood, they brought with them. Larkin looked at his brother. Teàrlach sensed
something.
“What is it?”
“How are you feeling?” Larkin asked his voice sounding sad.
“Why do you ask?” Teàrlach wondered.
“I am still wondering, if what we are doing is right.” Larkin obviously felt
bad about this.
“Of course it is. We could be sitting at home and keep brooding. Instead we are
here and have fun. It doesn’t matter where we are when John calls in for help.
Distance is not a problem, we are able to reach her dimension from anywhere on
this planet.”
“Yes, but …”
“But what?” Larkin looked into his brother’s eyes.
“Tim is probably being tortured; John and Dharma are doing the sex thing. She
will make him do things, he won’t forget for the rest of his earthly life. And
we are clubbing.” Teàrlach shrugged.
“Who cares? We can't help them right now. And who would know anyway?”
“When did you become evil, brother-mine?” He smiled thinly.
“I am not evil. I just woke up.” He placed a hand on Larkin’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry. Everything will be OK. John is a soldier and will do good. Tim
will be back with John. They will survive. We will kill the Goddess. And
proceed with the fun.”
“Hold me, Teàrlach. Please?” And for the first time after hundreds of years the
two brothers connected again. Teàrlach hugged Larkin, who started to sob at his
shoulder. His bloody tears stained his shirt and his arms hang low. Teàrlach
rubbed tiny circles over his back, until he felt him calm down.
“Now blow your nose and let’s change. I am hungry.” Larkin smiled a very small
smile, but pulled back. Teàrlach pulled his shirt over his head and just
dropped it on the floor. He got a tight fitting black one instead. He grabbed a
leather jacket and waited for his brother. He wouldn’t come out of the
bathroom. Finally he went inside and found him brushing his hair with long,
even strokes.
“Larkin?” He jerked and dropped the brush.
“Fuck, brother. I am sorry, I was lost in thoughts.” Teàrlach took the brush
and handed him his silk shirt and fur jacket. Obviously John had done some
shopping for Larkin, too. It was bloody perfect.
“He will be able to reach us everywhere. We can’t let us be distracted like
this. They are not here and we can't help them right now.”
“Can’t we now?” Larkin just murmured it and they finally left. While walking
through the lobby, they soon enough became eye-catchers. Both men and women
turned around and looked after them leaving the hotel. Larkin sort of enjoyed
this and Teàrlach just didn't notice.
And then for the first time in their lives, they stood in front of a door and
were denied entering. A huge bouncer stood guard between them and the entrance.
A red rope divided the masses. Teàrlach and Larkin just waved through the
people, until they were right in front of him. He tried to stare them down and
of course it didn’t work. Larkin shot him some magic while Teàrlach hypnotised
him. He lifted up the rope and opened the door. His eyes were blurry.
“Please enter. You don’t have to pay the fee.”
“That’s right. We don’t have to pay the fee.” If John would know, he would kick
him somewhere it would hurt, he knew that. But he wasn’t here, was he?
They entered the club and the beat drummed around them. They saw several people
in vampire disguise and some real vampires. These at once retreated, when they
sensed their power. Soon enough an older vampire approached carefully.
“Excuse me; have as much on the house as you want. We are honoured to have you
here. You reek of power. I am delighted to meet you.” Teàrlach let Larkin do
the handling and strolled through the masses. He finally found the bar. They
had different bottles with different blood types from different people from
around the world. He looked at the barkeeper.
“Where are the fresh ones?” He was shown to the back, where a hidden door was
behind a black velvet curtain.
“Oh, that’s just too much!” Teàrlach thought and contacted his brother who was
still talking to the elderly.
“Come on then, let’s party!” And he opened the door with his brother right
behind.
***
John followed Dharma down to the basement. Teàrlach had told him about the
cells holding prisoners for several reasons like torture, food, feeding or fun.
The smell made his stomach turn over and breathing was only possible through
his mouth.
They stopped in front of a huge wooden door and Dharma turned to John.
“Are you ready, John?” He wasn't at all, but he had to face this. He had no
choice, but to walk through this door and face whatever destiny expected him.
Meaning, whatever she wanted him to do.
“Of course, Goddess-mine, I can’t wait!” She smiled very pleased and opened the
door. John walked inside and took in the sight of a man tied with both hands
and feet to a huge wooden cross.
His voice sounded pleading, but John couldn’t understand a word. It was no
language spoken in his dimension. The man looked at John and then back at
Dharma. His body twisted in its restrains and he wouldn’t stop talking.
Dharma and John stood in front of him and she took John’s hand. She pressed
hers on it and stroked over the man’s chest. She clearly used magic. John could
feel the tingling, but not against him but the stranger, who started to howl
and jerk.
“Try for yourself, John.” He lowered his hand and touched his abdomen using his
magic. He felt the flesh moving inside the body. He closed his eyes and
concentrated on coiled and knotted intestines. The man screamed and he stepped
back.
“Very good, John. You are learning fast.” She kissed him on the cheek then.
“Thank you, Goddess-mine. I was just thinking about my crown.” And he grinned
at her and she grinned back.
“Great!” She thought.
“He is halfway through.” And loudly she asked him:
“Go ahead, I will watch you for a few minutes and then return to my chambers.
You have fun and practice. I want to see results.” And she tore open an already
existing wound with her fingernail. She pressed some blood up and out of it,
and wildly chuckling she drew a heart on his chest. John had to suppress the
urge to vomit. He would make it quick for this captive, which was the only
thing, he could do for him. He kept thinking of Tim.
“Please, leave my toy alone?” John begged and she smiled.
“I promised, didn’t I?” She very thinly smiled.
“Of course, Goddess-mine!” He dropped his gaze and returned to the man. He was
seriously wondering, what else he was capable of doing with his powers. He
knew, what he had done to Tim only with his imagination of claws. He thought of
it again and let them rake over the man’s bare body. First very slowly and not
really deep, so the man was betrayed by his reacting body.
John had forgotten about doing this quick.
This was no torture, this way playing. John smiled thinly and grabbed his cock.
He rudely pressed it several times, until it started to twitch. He turned to
the walls with all the beautiful instruments of pain and was suddenly so very
angry. His emotions washed over him. He hated himself for doing this, for
feeling the way, he felt while doing this. He hated Teàrlach for taking his
life away from him, for making him love him, for glamouring him. And he tore a
whip off the wall and plastered the poor bastard’s body with criss-crossed
welts over and over again, until the screaming stopped.
And he woke up to an insanely laughing Goddess just leaving the cell. He
dropped the whip and looked at the man. Their eyes locked and he begged to be
killed. John took a dagger and slit his throat. The blood gushed out of the
wound and spilled on John. He wiped over his eyes and then cut the heart out of
the corpse. It was still warm. He felt bile rose up in his throat, but could
manage. His hands were shaking and he was wondering, if he could reach his. But
first he felt for her and she was gone. She had left the dimension again. He
then felt for Tim and found him asleep. And then he fell to his knees,
completely covered in the man's blood, still holding the warm heart in his
hands, and tried to reach Teàrlach.
***
Larkin was watching his younger brother feed off a human male for the first
time ever without being jealous. And he liked, what he saw. Teàrlach made it
into a sensual act and the man was moaning quietly.
Suddenly his brother’s eyes opened into nothing and he pushed the guy away. He
wiped over his mouth and stared at Larkin.
“John!” He mouthed at Larkin and grabbed his wrist.
“What do you see?”
“Blood. Blood all over him. But he is OK. I don’t know, it’s fuzzy inside him.”
“Isn’t he answering?” He shook his head.
“I am only receiving. I can’t get really through to him. Connect with me. Now.”
Larkin took his hand and both of them tried to reach into the Goddesses’
dimension.
“John! What happened? What did she do to you?” Both of them heard him sob.
“To me nothing she did. But Tim. She did, I did, I killed a man and cut his
heart out for her.”
“Where is Tim?” Larkin intervened.
“I can’t reach him.”
“She put a shield around our rooms. He is in there. He is hurt, but he is
coping. But I, I don’t know, if I can …” And he couldn’t form words anymore.
“John, come down. We knew, it wouldn’t be easy. You have to stop at once. Bring
her the heart and let us in.”
“How am I supposed to let you in? I have no idea.”
“Lift up the shield around your rooms.”
“I don’t know how.” Silently Teàrlach swore and had no idea what to do. He
looked at Larkin.
“John, try to convince her, you are ready for whatever she wants. Offer her,
what she wants, but do it on the altar of Tara.”
“I don’t think, it will work. She said, it needed preparations.”
“You have to convince her, John. Sound greedy for power, fuck her into the
mattress, but just convince her you are ready.”
“She wants me to sacrifice Tim.” John whispered looking down at the heart.
Larkin closed his eyes but replied:
“Then take Tim out there. Tara is on our world. She won’t put a shield up
there, she never did. We will be able to help. We will destroy her and safe the
both of you.”
“OK.” Silence. Nobody said a word. Teàrlach heard John's choked sobbing, but it
stopped eventually.
“Now collect yourself and go. Have a shower and a drink. Tell Tim to play
along. Or not. Don’t tell Tim, so the panic would be real. She will love that.
Just see to get her sated and satisfied.”
“Not today though.”
“Of course not, you have to come down. It will be OK for some more days.” A
creepy pause crept in, but nobody wanted to disconnect. Finally John asked:
“Where are you two anyway? I can feel your heat, Teàrlach. I can hear the beat.
What the hell are you up to?” Larkin cleared his throat, but didn’t answer. His
eyes clearly said, it was your idea.
“Larkin and I went out. I wanted to show him around. We needed more blood.”
“And you found it in a club?”
“Yes.”
“We are going to talk about that, when Tim and I are back. The next time I will
be contacting you, will be the last. You will have to be quick.”
“We will.” And with that the connection broke.
***
John stood up and left the chamber. He went upstairs back to their rooms. On
his way he was approached by some minions, who took the heart from him.
“We will take care of it, master. We know, how she likes it.” He just handed it
over close to vomiting again. He entered the rooms and discarded his clothing.
Tim didn’t wake up. John showered and found some new clothes in the closet.
When he returned, Tim was sitting up against the wall and looked questioningly
at John.
“What happened?” John sat down next to him on his nest.
“Just don’t ask, OK?” He buried his head into his hands and groaned. He felt
Tim’s soothing hand on his back scratching tenderly over the fabric of his
shirt. He leaned into the touch and had his eyes closed.
“John, if something won’t happen during the next days, I will kill myself.” And
with these words he removed his hand from John's back.
“What?” John’s head came up and he looked into Tim’s eyes. They were showing no
emotion, they were just cool. His voice was steady and calm.
“You heard me, John. I can’t stand this anymore. I know, she will kill me
anyway.”
“Actually she wants me to kill you, to sacrifice you in Tara.”
“And will you?” Tim's voice showed absolutely no emotions. John slung his arms
around him.
“Jesus, Tim. How could you think of something like that?”
“You seem to be having fun around here.” He didn’t return the hug.
“Tim, please!” John sighed and breathed several times slowly in and out.
“Do you trust me?” There was no reply for a minute, but then Tim whispered:
“Yes, I still do, fuck, I do.” Tears rolled down his cheeks and he clutched
into John’s shirt.
“Do you promise me to not commit suicide?”
“Yes, I do.”
“OK. I will try to convince her to make me sacrifice you earlier than planned.”
He looked into his eyes.
“We will get out of the bitch’s dimension, do you hear me?” And he shook him.
Tim could just nod.
“Please hold me until she returns. Please, John. Just hold me, nothing else.”
“Come here, Tim, and rest. I won’t pester you, it’s all fine.” He murmured
stupid things into his ears and hugged him tight. And when he felt Dharma
coming back, he just knocked him out by magic and hovered above him, when she
entered their rooms.
“John, what happened to poor Timmy?”
“He was whining too loud. He kept pestering me. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You told me not to harm him. You wanted to keep him for longer.”
“Yes, I know. But I want to proceed quicker as planned. I want my crown. I want
more power. I want to be as close to you as possible.” She openly smiled.
“John, you still surprise me. I can feel your magic crushing in waves around
here.” She looked him up and down.
“I also brought dinner.” Now they both grinned.
“So I have heard.”
“Are you pleased with me?” John still sat beside Tim on his nest. Now he looked
up at her and made his best Bambi eyes. It had worked on almost everyone, even
on Teàrlach.
“Oh dear, look at you! Of course I am! I am even impressed. I didn’t think, you
very ready for that. But I was wrong. You know, what you have to do to gain
more power?” Slowly he got up.
“Tara.”
“Exactly. “
“When?” She looked him up and down.
“The day after tomorrow. You have to come down a bit. So has Tim. And I have to
prepare everything for the event.”
“Very well.” John sighed.
“I am starving for something sweet.” He licked over his lips. Dharma just
grabbed him and crushed their mouths together. He almost stumbled over his own
feet. After some minutes of wild kissing and rough groping he said:
“That’s not what I meant, but not so bad either.” He smiled down at her. She
poked him into his stomach with her magic making his muscles twitch.
“What did you mean then?” He rubbed over the skin of his arms.
“Chocolate. Cake. Sugar.” Unconsciously he licked his lower lip.
“You need to have dinner. You even provided it.”
“Only for you.” He wouldn't be able to eat meat for a very long time from now
on.
“OK, have it the way you want. I will tell the kitchen staff to get you what
you want.”
“Could I see for myself? I haven’t seen much of your place yet. If you don’t
mind?”
“No, of course not. Just feel free to move around. It’s downstairs. The door to
the left of the basement chamber’s doors. Bring some wine back.” He nodded.
“I will be back soon. Don’t harm our sacrifice, please.” John looked at Tim,
who still didn't move after having been knocked out.
“He did quite a good job lately.” She looked down on him, too.
“At least don’t harm him without me, will you?” They both laughed evilly and
John got almost sick of himself.
***
Tim woke up and was hit by the pain the Goddess caused him. He didn't have the
strength to scream anymore, but kept panting. His eyes were shut tight and he
wondered, where John was. He felt his wrists being tied, so were his upper
arms. His legs were spread wide and tied to the bed posts. His mouth had
already been opened wide by a spider-gag. He could feel his saliva drying
around his chin. He felt her hands move over his body which betrayed him again.
He could feel his growing erection and heard her laugh quietly. He could only
cope with this, because he knew, he was safe until the sacrifice. But maybe
safe wasn’t the right phrase.
He felt her hand touch his prick and it was intense. Her fingers lightly
pressed it and moved her thumb over the head and into the slit. He couldn't
help himself, but he twitched and moaned rather wantonly.
“You are a very responsive thing, dear. Such a shame, we have to sacrifice you.
I might think about it though. If ...” He opened his eyes and looked up at her
making a questioning sound.
“If you would just tell me everything.” He just shook his head with eyes blown
and made noises. She pressed his tongue down with her fingers. She touched his
gum and his teeth and the pain was throbbing, his nerves were painfully
twitching. She removed the gag.
“There's nothing special to tell. I was just trying to regain my powers. I was
just trying to hide my feelings for Larkin. I am so sorry for any
inconvenience, Goddess-mine. Please, will you forgive me? Please!”
“I know you served me well in the past, even though not for a very long time.
But for a human, you have been useful at last. I can feel your longing for both
John and Larkin. You are torn between them. John can give you everything and he
likes it. Larkin will give you everything, even though he isn't completely
pleased with it. It's wondrous, what you can do to them.”
“I will please you in every way you want. I don't want to die. I just tried to
come back to you to get my powers back. I was restrained by both Larkin and
Teàrlach. I don't know, what rid me in the kitchen. I am a bloody mess. I am so
sorry ...” He arched his back and closed his eyes, when she fondled his
testicles.
“I know, sorcerer, I know. Don't worry.” And she made his pain go away and
soothed him. Her hands wavered over his body and gave pleasure, but she didn't
untie him.
“I know, you like being treated like this. And I know, what you are capable
of.” And she moved to sit on him replacing the spider-gag from before. Only his
tongue was free to move and so it did, when she moved over him. He craned his
neck to reach her clit and licked around it and tried to suck it in. She made
noises and moved above him. His nostrils were buried in her pubic hair, but he
could still breathe properly. He licked and sucked and moved his tongue, until
she climaxed above him leaving him all sticky with her fluids on his face.
“You won't suffer for long in Tara.” And then she left laughing, but not until
she had tightly fastened another wicked gag around his head. Tim closed his
eyes. He had acted well and she wasn’t suspicious of him.
***
John was wandering down to the kitchen. He didn't want to think about what she
did to Tim, while he was gone. So he didn't. He entered the kitchen and found
some people in there speaking in a strange language. He just looked around and
couldn't find anything sweet. He seemed to look annoyed since the people looked
scared. He sighed and gestured a circle and licked his lips. Nothing. He
started to look into cupboards and finally found some sugar. He showed it
around and then to the oven. He even found some flour. One of them finally
managed it and opened a shelf. And there was it. A perfect cake. He smiled.
He was given a piece, while he sat at the table in the kitchen. He devoured it
and licked his lips. He looked around at them for more and was given a dessert
of some kind. It looked like pudding, but the texture and smell was different.
He closed his eyes, while the taste hit his nerves. It was divine. His brain
was shutting off, until he felt Tim reaching out for him just checking, if he
was around. He sent a reply and grabbed the cake and the bowl with the pudding.
While walking back upstairs, he checked for the Goddess, but he wasn’t able to
feel her anywhere around.
He found Tim in his restraints on the bed. He looked down at him and smiled.
“Did you give it to her?” He nodded and gurgled. His tongue moved.
“Nice gag, by the way. Why don’t I have one of these?” He pressed his fingers
on the steel claws and Tim made a painful noise. But his eyes were still blown
and his pupils dilated. John took another piece of cake and chewed. Then he
broke off a little bit and shoved it into Tim, who wasn’t able to chew and
could just shove it around with his tongue. He swallowed and coughed, but after
he had managed to gulp it down, he licked over his lips as good as he could.
John knew, he liked sweet things. And he must be hungry. So he stuck a finger
into the pudding and let him lick it off. The noises he produced were worth to
be saved.
John knew, his behaviour was weird and he was not his normal self. This
dimension changed him into something evil. He could apply into Slytherine, if
he got bored. He really would be needing help, when this was over. At least if
he survived, since he and Tim were closest to Dharma. Well, Tim was the closest
and if John wasn’t quick enough to call in theirs, they would both be dead in a
second.
How the fuck did he get into this mess anyway? He sighed and placed the cake
and pudding on the table beside the bed. He untied Tim’s ankles and upper arms.
Tim made a sound like “Please” and looked down. Obviously he wanted to get rid
of the spider-gag, but it looked delicious on him and John shook his head. Even
though he saw the marks the four stainless steel bars left on his face. They
would leave deep bruises and would soon start to bleed, if Tim wouldn’t hold
still.
Well, he just couldn’t, since John stuffed more cake into Tim’s mouth. His eyes
opened wide and he tried to divide the piece with this tongue to swallow it
down. Tears ran down his cheeks. John wiped them away and dipped into the
pudding again to let Tim lick it off his fingers. But the game became boring
and he sat down the food. He unfastened the brutal gag and freed his wrists,
too. Tim’s body shook all over, but he sat ramrod against the headrest.
Something was up, but when it happened, John was taken by surprise.
Tim just hit his head against the wall over the headrest. He did this several
times, until John could stop him. An open gash was on the back of his head and
blood was both on the wall and the sheets.
“Tim, stop it. What the fuck!” Weakly Tim tried to shove John back and hit him
somewhere, but he wasn’t strong anymore. He had lost weight and wasn’t given
enough water and food. John grabbed him from behind and slung his arms around
him. He held him still against his chest and tried to soothe him. Tim didn’t
struggle a lot, he was done. He sagged against John and didn’t respond. Even
the shaking had stopped.
“Tim?” No answer was given.
“Do you hear me?” John looked down into his eyes. He was staring into nothing.
He shook him again, but nothing happened. He had snapped.
“Tim, like this you are a worthless sacrifice to her. She will kill you at
once. Please, come back to me! Please!” He felt him inhale and exhale several
times.
“Then stop being evil like shit to me. You promised, you wouldn’t pester me.
What was it just now?” His voice was rough and croaky.
“How could I ever trust you again?” John still held him tight and buried his
nose between his neck and shoulder-blade.
“I am sorry. I know, I have changed. I know, something happened to me. And
still does.” He whispered into his ear.
“I try, I really try. We have to survive this. Please cope for another day,
please!” Now John was the one crying. His hands were resting on Tim’s chest and
he felt his heartbeat. It was an unhealthy rhythm. And at once he remembered,
he actually was a doctor. He saw all the signs; his eyeballs were caved in and
his skin, after John had pinched, stood up. Tim was awfully dehydrated. He had
to get him some water. Normally he would need an infusion, but he had to save
him until tomorrow.
He felt Tim’s trembling hands on his.
“I will hold on. I will make it through the sacrifice. I know, we are not
alone.” John hugged him some more and placed him back on the sheets. He checked
on his head, but the bleeding had stopped. It didn’t even need to be stitched,
Tim had been too weak to harm himself. He was completely broken.
John got up and found a bottle of water. He poured a glass and made him drink
slowly. He summoned some bread with salted butter.
“Eat this, you need the salt. Tim, please!”
“So the doctor is finally back. It’s a good sign, I think.” Tim took the slice
carefully, both hands shaking.
“I am scared, Tim, really scared of what I could become.” That made Tim look
up.
“You could never …” John interrupted him.
“I already did. I killed a man in the torture chamber. And before I killed him,
I tortured him. She promised me my own kingdom and a crown. I was thinking
about it, really thinking.” He paused.
“I cut the heart out and she will have it for dinner. I don’t know, what will
happen tomorrow, but I will do everything to help to get you out. And I will
never ask again, if you trust me.”
“John …” He downed the bread with some more water.
“John, I don’t know what to say or do. But I know you are not evil. It is her
and this dimension. You were triggered by her presence. You may have it in you,
but Teàrlach will be waiting for you and he will be helping. As much as I can
rely on Larkin, you can on Teàrlach. Don’t give up, please?” John just kept
crying holding on to Tim.
“They will make us whole again.”
***** Tara *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Teàrlach had lost his appetite after listening to John. Larkin had some more
drinks. Now they were hovering close to the dance-floor and the beat was
drumming through them. Larkin watched fascinated as the crowd swayed before
him. Half-naked people dancing and shaking their bodies was something, he
couldn’t have even imagined before. He didn’t even notice his own body moving
with the beat, until Teàrlach shoved him on the dance-floor.
“Come on then, move it, brother!” And he jumped right behind to let off some
steam. They whirled around and their hair flew openly around their heads. They
soon had an audience and when they left the crowd cheered. They returned to the
room behind the bar and finally drank. They needed the strength. Luckily they
even found a male virgin and shared him. They felt strong and ready to fight.
“Let’s get back and prepare, Teàrlach. I don’t want to jump right in from
here.”
“You are right. Come on then.” They left the club and drove back to the hotel
to grab their stuff. Then they went home. There they sat in silence at the
kitchen counter, until Larkin asked:
“How are we going to do it? What spell are you going to use on her?”
“I assume, we will be meeting in Tara. John is supposed to call us in, when he
will be making the sacrifice. She will watch him closely. They will be close
together. We will need the moment of surprise. I thought of some smoke-bombs to
distract her and one acoustic weapon.”
“Acoustic?”
“Yes, I checked on the websites, Tim and John were looking at and ordered some
to be brought over.”
“So we have them already?”
“Exactly.”
“How come I didn’t notice?”
“You were busy with Tim.” Larkin’s head dropped.
“And you soon will be again.”
“We are going to kill a Goddess, brother-mine. Do you even think it’s
possible?”
“The acoustic bomb will induce anxiety or even panic attacks in humans. Some
scientists believe, that a human being is unlikely to survive the effects of
powerful emission causing a sudden disruption of the functions of certain
organs including the cardiovascular system. So if we make it the highest level
possible, it should even have an effect on her. And we will be doing the rest.”
“What about John and Tim?”
“They will be shielded. I already jinxed the bomb. Don’t worry.”
“And now we wait.” Teàrlach just nodded and both of them closed their eyes and
waited for the call.
***
Dharma looked down at John and Tim entangled on the nest. They were facing each
other and their faces showed that they had cried and eaten cake and pudding.
Now they looked peaceful.
Her foot twitched. She wanted to kick both of them, but she didn’t. She was
angry. She finally nudged John in the ribs. She wanted him to get up and come
to bed with her. She wanted him. Sleepy eyes were looking up at her and she
raised an eyebrow. At once he got to his feet.
“Dharma, Goddess-mine, I am sorry. Resentment washed over me. Please don’t be
angry with me.” She looked him up and down and searched inside him. She only
found confusion, not betrayal. She touched him and sighed.
“Sentiment, I believe it is called. Well, I know it’s not easy to cope. I
remember the feeling. Even though it' been aeons.” She stared into nothing for
several seconds, but then just shook her head.
“Believe me, I understand. But I want you now. Serve me well and think of your
reward.”
“My precious crown!” He smiled at her and pulled her close. He kissed her
roughly and bit her lip. She moaned deep down in her throat. He kissed down her
jaw and neck reaching her breasts. He ripped off the top of her dress and
pinched her nipples. She groaned and bit him in the neck. He shoved her to the
bed and knelt over her. He ripped off the rest of her dress, until she was
naked under him. He laid on her and pressed his groin on her. He started to
rut, until he was hard. His left hand was squeezing her breasts and his right
was between her legs. His thumb was moving in circles over her clit and two
fingers were fucking her already. He felt her responses, when she moved under
him. He stared into her eyes and said:
“I want your behind!” She laughed and turned on her front for him. She placed
herself on arms and knees. Her head was hanging low and her bottom was
invitingly up. He knelt behind her and covered his cock with his pre-cum. She
wriggled her bum at him and he couldn’t resist. He held on to her hips and
positioned himself right behind her. The head of his dick was moving between
her cheeks and she fisted the sheets. And then he pressed himself into her
tight hole. She moaned again, but held perfectly still. He felt her muscles
clench around him and bruised her hips while holding her. He started to pull
back and thrust back in in small moves.
“Fuck you, John! Come on! Harder! I need you! I want to feel you!”
“As you wish!” And with one thrust he pushed himself all the way in. He lifted
her almost off the bed and she threw her hair back. He fucked her into the
mattress, literally. She screamed, but not in pain.
John was coming inside her and fell down. She was buried beneath him, but after
taking two deep breaths, he rolled her over and sank his head into her sex. He
licked her to orgasm in record time. Her screams became hoarse. She was panting
heavily, when John started on her again with his fingers and when he felt her
being close, he was ready again, too. He took her again and again, until she
begged him to stop. He dropped at her side. He was soaked with sweat, so was
she. Her hair clung to her head and she trembled. John was tired and sated. His
smile was nothing but predatory.
“You have become very strong. If I wouldn’t be what I am, I would be dead, you
know?”
“What do you mean?”
“You are using your powers, but you don’t notice it.”
“I need more practice then.” He kissed her again.
“Not tonight though. You and I will be sacrificing Timmy on the altar of Tara
by tomorrow. We will drink his blood and eat the meat off his bones. Our power
will be restored.” And with these words she rolled on her other side and went
to sleep.
John stared at her naked back and felt bile rising up again. He shook his head
and got out of the bed. He walked into the bathroom and showered. He was hungry
again. So he walked back to the huge kitchen. It was empty now except for a
young boy sleeping in front of the oven probably to watch the fire and
preventing it from getting too low. He looked through the cupboards and finally
found another cake. Silently he ate half of it. He opened a bottle of wine and
had a good part of it afterwards.
And then it hit him. He forgot about Tim again. He raced up and found him still
asleep. He really was done, if he didn’t wake up from Dharma’s and his own
screams. He shook him awake and held the bottle of water in front of his face.
Carefully Tim looked over to where Dharma slept.
“She is sleeping.” Tim drank half of the bottle.
“Give me a piece, John.” He handed over the plate with the cake and Tim
devoured two pieces rather quickly.
“Tomorrow it will be then, Tim. She is planning to drink your blood and eat
your flesh off your bones.” He didn’t even choke.
“I am not surprised, really. Just make it quick, will you?”
“Tim, please.” He didn’t look up.
“I will die anyway. It doesn’t matter, if you are killing me or I do it myself.
I never will be the same person as I was before I came here. And the same is
for you, John, and you know it.”
“You will be fine again. Larkin will take care of you. He loves you. He will
give you everything you want, everything you need. He will know how to help.”
“If I survive this, I want to rest. I want to sleep in the sun. I want to be
taken care of.”
“You will. I am sure of that.”
“I don’t want to be treated like this. This is no bloody game, this is serious.
This was rape and torture. I don’t know, if I will ever be able to play again.
I feel damaged inside.”
“Fuck, Tim. We will take good care of you. Whatever you will need, it will be
provided.” He got no answer.
“Here, have a wine, Tim. You always liked it.” He took the glass and tasted it.
“It is really good. I do really like this last meal.” He smiled almost
dreamily.
“Tim, please stop it. I will cook everything you want tomorrow evening.” John
begged.
“Just give me the rest of the cake and wine.” John just did that. When Tim was
done, he curled up on his nest again.
“See you tomorrow, John.” He drew up his blanket and closed his eyes. Clearly
he didn’t want to be touched or even talked to.
John sighed and walked back to the bed with Dharma still being asleep. He lay
down by her side and thought of Teàrlach. How could he ever return to normal
after this? Will he be able to help him?
***
John woke up to Tim screaming. He jumped off the bed looking for him. And found
Dharma in front of him moving the tip of a dagger over his chest.
“Dharma, what are you doing?” He approached them and tried to connect with Tim,
but he wouldn't look at him. He knelt on the floor with his hands shackled in
front of him. Dharma held his head up by strands of his hair and criss-crossed
the dagger's blade over his chest and other parts of his body. His chest was
bare because she had shredded the shirt, he was wearing before. He was only
wearing his denims, which hung low on his thin hips.
“I am just checking, if the dagger works.” He gently placed his hand on her
wrist.
“It looks like it does. Leave it for now and let me get dressed. Then we can
move on together in Tara.” She looked at him.
“You were sleeping and I got bored. Why do you have to sleep all the time? Use
your magic to restore your powers!” She glared at him sounding very angry.
“I am still not used to that, I am sorry, if I was boring.” He let go of her
wrist and dropped his gaze.
“Go and get ready then. My patience is wearing thin.” He hurried into the
bathroom listening to Tim's screams.
It took him only five minutes to get ready and he rushed back shoving his shirt
over his shoulders. He hadn't heard Tim during the time he needed to get
dressed and was worried. But she had simply gagged him with a thing normally
being used on horses. It came with a harness around his head and neck. It was
pressed deep into the corners of his mouth and he clearly was in pain. His
teeth were around the bit and saliva dropped out of his mouth. His eyes were
unfocused and John prayed he would make it to Tara before he became unworthy to
be sacrificed.
“Make him get up, John. We are leaving. Just follow me.” And off she was. He
pulled Tim up onto his feet and shook him. He wouldn't look at him, but John
felt his heartbeat fasten.
“Tim, please, only a few more minutes. You can do it. It will be over soon.”
Tim just shook his head slowly. And he shook him again, more violently.
“Fuck, Tim! Do it for Larkin! He is waiting for you to come back! I will still
need your help in Tara. The second I contact Teàrlach and Larkin, you have to
distract her.” This made Tim look up into his eyes. He blinked a few times and
then nodded just once. John thankfully placed a tender kiss on his jaw and
grabbed the shackles.
“Let's move then.” He reached out for the Goddess and felt the familiar pull.
He made the step over to Tara. This time he didn't even stumble. But Tim did.
John held him up and looked around. He saw her standing behind a huge abraded
rock serving as an altar. It had metal loops which could be attached to the
sacrifices' shackles or directly to the wrists and ankles.
John shoved Tim up and felt no resistance at all. His hands almost slid off his
sweaty skin, but he made him lie on the rock and attached his wrists to the
loop while Dharma restrained his ankles.
Tim scratched over John's hand and John took it as the sign it was. He at once
reached out for Teàrlach and Larkin while Tim kicked Dharma in the face with
all the strength left, he could muster. She was completely taken by surprise
which gave them the few much needed seconds.
Teàrlach and Larkin appeared and at once used the weapons they brought. Smoke
moved around the stone circle and John couldn't see a damn thing anymore. He
just felt for Tim's wrists to unhook him again. Only a second later he heard
the sound of another bomb. The muffled sound was like an acoustic one, but he
couldn't really hear it. He heard her scream though and she pressed her hands
on her bleeding ears. He grabbed Tim around his waist and pulled him off the
rock.
And then he felt Teàrlach use his magic. It felt even stronger than before. He
felt the grass drying under his feet. The smoke slowly was blown away and he
could see his. Larkin and Teàrlach were holding hands and combined their
powers. Nevertheless Dharma had gotten up onto her feet again. And even though
she was swaying and her hair had become thin and grey, John could feel her
power.
She raised her arms to the sky and John just ran over and tackled her to the
ground. He sat on her and looked down not knowing what to do with his magic.
“Traitor!” She hissed and placed her hand on his chest. The pain was searing
and John was pushed several metres back and against a rock. Some ribs cracked
and he lost consciousness.
Teàrlach now pulled power off of Larkin, John and Tim and combined their magic.
She dropped on her knees, her skin wrinkly and her whole figure somewhat
smaller than before. He approached her and dropped the rest of the C4 at her
feet.
“This is for everything you did to mine and my family!” Larkin got up and
pushed a vicious knife deep into her neck. She fell on the C4 weakly reaching
for the knife's handle, but Larkin kicked her hand away. Meanwhile Teàrlach
picked up John. Larkin approached Tim, who wasn't restrained anymore but still
gagged. His trembling fingers weren't able to undo the gag. Larkin just wished
it away. Tim looked up as if he didn't understand a thing. Larkin reached out
for him and finally held a thrashing and kicking thing in his arms.
“Tim, stop it, it's me! Tim!” But Tim yelled and kicked violently, until Larkin
just used his magic. He was still trembling, but otherwise didn't move anymore.
Teàrlach was holding the remote in his left hand and had John over his right
shoulder.
“Ready, brother-mine?” Larkin nodded and held on to his brother. Teàrlach made
the step and pressed simultaneously on the remote button. He felt and heard the
explosion but they were gone already.
***
They appeared in the castle's hallway. Carefully Teàrlach placed John on the
hardwood floor and healed him. The pain showing in his face slowly disappeared.
Larkin still wouldn't let go of Tim's limp body. His chest wounds were still
bleeding and the edges of his mouth were torn apart and bleeding, too. His eyes
were unfocused and he stared into nothing.
“Place him on the counter, Larkin, and let me see.” Larkin’s grip tightened,
but he finally did as being told.
Teàrlach's hands hovered over Tim and very slowly all his bruises and cuts were
leaving his body. But the trembling wouldn't stop and he still stared into
nothing. His eyes were empty.
“You have to take care of his soul. I will see to her remains and get rid of
them.”
“You are not going back alone.” John was standing again.
“You are still weak, love. You will stay here.” But John walked up to him and
grabbed his arm.
“No, I am not and I won't. Never again.” His eyes were almost black with some
blue left around the edge.
“Stop using dark magic, John.” He closed his eyes and when he opened them
again, they were a bit bluer but not yet back to normal.
“I can't control it. It feels, as if I am drowning in it.” Teàrlach knew, he
couldn't leave him behind with Larkin, who was only focused on his.
“Come on then and use your magic in Tara to torch her remains.” John nodded and
together they stepped back to the ring of stones.
***
Tim felt his wrists being shackled to the altar. His chest was throbbing and
the bit in his mouth was causing severe pain. He was weakened from thirst and
hunger. He didn't want to go on anymore, but he wanted John to survive. So he
signalled him by pinching his hand and kicking the Goddess in her then bloody
face with his one bare foot being left unchained.
Suddenly he could feel Larkin's presence and he felt happy. Smoke suddenly
washed over the ring of stones and he felt his restraints fall off. He was
being pulled off the rock and dumped onto the ground. He felt the grass wither
and crumble to dust beneath him. Also his little bit of magic left was drained
out of him and his body slumped against the rock.
He felt he had done anything he could. Now he just wanted to die. He had even
felt Larkin once more and that was enough. Everything he had endured crushed
over him and he felt he never wanted to be touched, held or even taken again.
He wasn't able to remove the gag, so he slowly closed his eyes and gave up.
Exactly then he was being pulled off the ground and grabbed tightly. The gag
was gone. Tender kisses were placed on his face and he tried to move away. He
yelled hoarsely, felt disgusted and started weakly kicking and thrashing
against the embrace. He didn't even feel Larkin's presence anymore. He only
felt, he was being restrained and he just wanted to be done with it. Why
couldn't they just let him leave?
Then he was knocked out and taken away. He couldn't even cry anymore.
***
After Larkin had pushed the knife into her neck, he moved quickly over to Tim.
He knelt beside him and scanned over the wounds on his body. He didn't react at
all. He reached down and could smell his blood and saw it still flowing slowly
out of his wounds. He shook his head once and carefully kissed him after having
removed the gag. His face contorted into something like pain and disgust and he
weakly tried to move away.
He lifted him up and had to fight a thrashing and kicking body. He tried to
sooth him, but it didn't work. Tim kept yelling. He didn't understand it and
tried to reach into his mind. It was packed with fear, panic and the wish to
die. Larkin was shocked and knocked him out by magic. But even then he could
feel the wish to let go. He buried his face into his neck and grind his teeth.
Finally he got up and carried Tim back to where Teàrlach was waiting for him
with John. They returned to the castle where Larkin was barely able to place
Tim on the counter. His hands wouldn't leave his bare chest feeling for his
heart-beat.
***
Teàrlach and John returned to Tara and stood in front of the remains of Dharma.
Both of them looked at the flesh and bones from here to hell's half acre and
back. John looked at his.
“What now?”
“Collect that and burn it.” John shrugged and started. He had done worse.
When he was done, Teàrlach lit the fire and they watched the flesh burn. The
smell reached John's nose and finally he was able to let go. He turned around
and dropped on his knees. He vomited on the ground, until there was nothing
left.
Teàrlach had turned away and still watched the fire burn. John was thankful for
being left alone. He had to cope with what he had done. He would retreat to
their rooms and wouldn't come out until Tim was better and had left the castle.
“No, you won't do that. You will not hide. Deal with it.” John slowly got up
and wiped over his mouth.
“You can't make me, Teàrlach. And if you try, it won't work. If you try, I will
...”
“If I try, you will again do something very stupid.” He slowly approached him.
“If I have to put you into a cell and restrain you, I will do it. I will do
everything it takes to keep you with me. Do you understand? You are mine!” And
he pulled John into a tight embrace with one arm around his waist and his other
around his neck. He forcefully kissed him, sucked his lips and bit them.
He absolutely didn’t mind the stale breath, the stench of vomit or whatever his
smelled of after his time with Dharma. He had him back now and that was the
most important thing.
John wriggled and tried to shove him off. He didn't want this. Finally he
remembered, he was able to use magic. He tried to shoot some at him, but this
time he blocked it easily. The humming became intense between them and the air
became thin. Finally Teàrlach had forced his mouth open and moved his tongue
inside; first very slowly and languidly, but then with rude force. His hand was
wandering down to his bum and grabbed his cheeks, reaching between his thighs.
John just decided to not react to this. And it worked. His body was ramrod in
Teàrlach's arms and he let him just do, what he wanted. It wasn't until his
hand was around his prick, that he realised something wasn't right.
His wasn't responding at all. His prick didn't get hard and he didn't
reciprocate. He shook John.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He was angry, irritated and somehow lost.
“Do you really have to ask? If you only want a willing slave, just go ahead.
Make me. Restrain me, keep me away in a cell, do whatever you want with me. But
don't expect me to love you.”
Teàrlach stumbled a few steps backwards listening to John's words echoing in
his head.
“I only want to help you. You know that, don't you?” But he shook his head.
“No, I don't. How could I, if you keep threatening me? Accept my wishes for
once.”
“But you are. Mine. Aren't you?” John didn't reply and Teàrlach didn't ask
again. Instead he just left.
***
When he came back, he found his brother holding down Tim on the counter. Tim
was yelling.
“Just leave me be! Let me die! Leave me alone! I can't go on like this! I can't
live with all these things in my head having been done to me!” Larkin looked
desperately at his brother.
“I don't know what to do, brother-mine. Please help me!” They both hovered over
Tim.
“Why don't you just erase his memories? Wouldn't that be the easiest thing to
do?”
“I am not sure, if that would be the right thing to do.”
“Or you could just leave him. Sit him down somewhere, don't talk to him or
touch him. See what will happen. Maybe he will call you, if he needs something
to eat or drink or he will die, which will be his decision only.” Larkin was
shocked.
“What? You can't be serious. I can't just let him die. He isn't behaving like
his normal self. I can't just let go.”
“That will be your decision. Do whatever you please. I will be in my old
chambers, if you wish to talk.” And he turned around for the basement-door.
“Teàrlach? What's wrong? Where is John?”
“Tara. He already made his decision.” And the door slammed shut. Larkin closed
his eyes. He felt so alone. Even though the Goddess was dead, she had destroyed
their coven. All the love was gone. He looked down at Tim who had become
hoarse, but still tried to make his point. And Larkin finally let go. He turned
away and moved upstairs to an unoccupied room. He had no other place to go. He
didn’t want to be in their room.
***
John sat on the altar in Tara and looked at the exact point, where Teàrlach
just had vanished. What was he supposed to do now? His stuff was in the castle.
He would have to return to gather it. But where was he supposed to go? Should
he try and get back to the army? Try to think of whatever cover-story he could
make up? He would need Tim to cover it. But would he be willing to help him?
Or should he just return to the castle and be there? Try to make it up with
his? He was afraid of what was coming. What if Teàrlach wouldn't let him leave,
if that was his decision? He promised him once, he would always be back. That
he loved him. And somehow that was still true. But he didn't want to be
swallowed completely. He needed a space of his own. But Teàrlach just wanted to
own him. He couldn't allow that.
Was it possible for him to return to the other dimension without any help?
There would be everything he needed. He could survive there for some time. And
without her influence, he could maybe turn it into something good. He could
free all the prisoners for once.
He stood up and imagined her sleeping-room. He made a step forward and
vanished.
***
Tim gathered his strength left and sat up. His legs were dangling from the
counter and beside him there was some water. He drank it. Larkin had finally
left and he could come down. He felt the wolf close by and looked down.
“Hallo beautiful. We are back. We are somehow alive.” The wolf perked up his
ears and tilted his head. Tim tried to stand on his legs. It was a bit wobbly,
but he managed. He walked over to the TV-room, where a bar was set up. He took
an almost full bottle of vodka and some blisters of diazepam and other pills
out of the med-kit John brought with him and which was stored in the bathroom.
He walked upstairs to find a room to kill himself.
He sat on the bed and the wolf sat beside him. He slowly ate one pill after the
other and downed them with vodka. When nothing was left, he felt awfully dizzy
and nauseated. He nuzzled into the wolf’s fur and closed his eyes. Soon after
his brain shut down.
***
The wolf sensed danger, when the human male didn't move anymore. He was to
protect the members of his pack and he considered this human a member. He
nudged him in the side and licked all over his face. There was no reaction and
the wolf jumped off the bed. He had to find his companion. Luckily the door was
left a bit ajar, so he could open it with his snout. He crossed the aisle and
sniffed until he found Larkin. He pushed against the closed door, but it
wouldn't open. He scratched against the wood and barked several times. He heard
footsteps and the door opened.
***
Larkin opened the door and was surprised to see Teàrlach's alpha out there. He
looked down and the wolf moved a few steps back before running down the aisle.
Larkin was wondering, what he wanted.
He heard him growl and saw him running back to him. He snatched at his trousers
and pulled.
“What do you want? Do you want me to follow? What's wrong?” But he followed
anyway and stood in the door-frame frozen in shock. Tim's fingers were still
gripping the empty bottle and the blisters were strewn all over the sheets. He
felt being pushed inside the room. He stumbled a few steps, but then ran up to
the bed. He carefully touched Tim's pulse point. There wasn't any pulse.
“Tim?” He shouted at him and shook him.
“Tim!” What was he supposed to do now? Could he do anything? John. John was a
doctor. But John was gone, he hadn't returned from Tara. He tried to reach out
for him, but couldn't find him. He had left Tara. Where did he go to? Where
could he go to? He had no other place except this. Did he return to the
Goddesses' dimension? Probably yes. He needed to reach him. And reach him he
did.
“John? Can you hear me? Please, I need your help. Are you there?” He could hear
John breathe in his head, but he didn't answer. Larkin tried again.
“John, please. It's Tim. He drank a bottle of vodka and took a lot of pills. He
doesn't breathe anymore. I don't know what to do. Please, help me?” He felt the
magic even before he saw John appear. John stepped up to the bed and looked
down at Tim.
“He looks even peaceful.” John quietly said, but then shook his head, as if he
had to wake up. Larkin just closed his eyes and a tear dropped down.
“But he promised me. He promised me not to commit suicide. Fuck and he won't.
Not on me.” He reached out for Tim and lifted him up. He shook him and lifted
up his eyelids to look into his eyes.
“Larkin, go down into the kitchen and warm up some milk. I will be in the
bathroom with Tim. Hurry up.” With inhuman speed he did as being told. And when
he was back, he knelt behind Tim and held him against his chest. Meanwhile John
pried open his mouth and let the warm milk flow down his throat. Some spilled
over the edges of his mouth, but most of it ran down his throat. And the reflex
to swallow was still there.
“Proceed with this, I will be right back.” Larkin held his mouth open and made
him drink all of the warm milk. He tilted his head and made him swallow closing
his mouth with his palm. Tim's hands weakly scratched over the tiles, but he
wasn't able to do more.
John ran back into his room and grabbed his army med-kit, he still kept. He
found the things needed to clean him out and returned. He stuck the plastic
right into him and carefully shoved it down his throat and body. He emptied him
completely and made him drink something to get it out of his system. It was a
disgusting business, but at the end his pulse was fine again.
“Larkin, you stay with him in the bathroom. He will need your help, until he
has gotten rid of all the poison. If you need anything, call me. I will be
staying, where you found me.” Larkin looked up at John cradling Tim in his
arms.
“Are you leaving again? Are you going to live over there? Why?” John seriously
considered his questions.
“I need to think.” He turned around and started to leave.
“John?” He stopped again.
“Yes, Larkin?”
“Thank you for saving his life, even though he won't appreciate it.” John
smiled.
“I know. But I couldn't let him die. He promised me. Just tell him that over
and over again if needed.” John left the bathroom and found the wolf wagging
his tail at him. He bent down and ruffled his fur.
“You want me to stay? I can't, I am sorry. Perhaps I will be back. I don't
know. I am sorry, wolverine. I really am.” And he got up and vanished. The wolf
looked sad and returned to Larkin and Tim.
***
Teàrlach felt John's presence in the castle and jumped off his sarcophagus. But
then he stilled. He felt John upstairs with Larkin and Tim. Something had
happened. And then he left again. He didn't even bother to come down and see
him. He snorted and sat back again on the sarcophagus brooding some more.
Some hours later the wolf appeared in his chamber.
“Finally someone is coming to see me. How nice! It's my alpha. Good to know you
still care about me.” The wolf growled at him very quietly and he sighed.
“I know, I know. I am sorry. Will you tell me what happened upstairs today?”
The wolf jumped up beside him and looked him up and down. He placed his snout
on his thigh and closed his eyes. So did Teàrlach.
Afterwards he jumped off the sarcophagus and went upstairs followed by the
wolf. He entered Larkin's room and found him still in the bathroom with a
sleeping Tim in his arms. He had been crying. Teàrlach knelt down by his side.
“What did you do to John to make him stay over there?” Larkin finally asked.
“Stay where? Where does he stay?” They looked at each other, but it was Tim who
spoke.
“He stays at the only place left for him to stay, her dimension.” His eyes were
still closed and he tried to wriggle free.
“Please, let go of me, Larkin.” He begged and opened his eyes looking up at
Larkin, who carefully placed him back down on the floor. His hands twitched,
when he let go.
“I had no idea. Why? I don't know what … I only told him, he was mine.”
Teàrlach again was clueless. Once more he didn't understand John's reasons, why
he did what he did.
“Oh, brother. And you are wondering why he left? Even I understand him.” They
both got off the floor.
“Enlighten me then, please?” Acid leaked out of his mouth. But Larkin just
grinned.
“You can't tell him, he is yours. He tells you, he is. And even if he is, you
can't tell him, what to do or where to be. If he says no, it is no. He is a
warrior and a very powerful magician by now. You can't just order him around or
force the sex-thing on him.”
“I am still more powerful than him.” Larkin rolled his eyes and even Tim
chuckled weakly.
“But that's not the point.” Tim had made it back up on his legs again and leant
against the door-frame.
“I know he loves you; really loves you. He expected you to help him. I told
him, you would, you know? Seems I was wrong.” Sadly he shook his head.
“But I did help him. I killed her.” Teàrlach straightened his body and looked
at them.
“After you killed her.” Both Tim and Larkin and even the wolf looked at him.
“After I killed her, I told him, he was mine and forced myself on him.” Barely
whispered words.
“Try to say sorry. He loves you a lot and he will be yours. He craves your
power and likes, how you care for him. But you have to give him his own space
to live. He is not your live-in-pet. Do you understand?” Teàrlach nodded.
“Yes, I do, Tim. Thank you.” He very carefully carded his fingers through his
hair. Then he left the rooms accompanied by the wolf. Larkin's gaze followed
his brother, until he was gone. Then he looked back at Tim.
“I am truly sorry for everything. What happened to you is horrible. I can't
even imagine; no, that's wrong because I can absolutely imagine, what has been
done to you. Just let me know what you need and when you need it. I will give
you everything and take you everywhere you want. And if you want to never see
or touch me again, I will accept that and leave. But do know, that I am truly
sorry.” Larkin turned around and left. Tim just stared at his back when he
left, but he didn't ask him to stay.
Instead he reached out for John and got an answer at once.
“Tim? Are you alright? Do you need anything?” John sounded worried.
“As weird as it sounds, but can I come over to see you?”
“Of course you can, if you really want?”
“Yes, I do.”
“OK, do you feel the pull?”
“Yes.”
“Grab it and hold on.” And Tim felt being pulled over. He appeared in the
kitchen and he was quite happy about that fact. John smiled at him from the
other side of the table.
“Thank you for having me. Over, I mean.” Tim blushed. He really did.
“You are gorgeous, Tim, really. Are you OK? Are you hungry? You must be.”
“No cake, no pudding and nothing with bones. Just give me bread and butter and
some fruits.”
“No problem.” John also made tea for him. And when Tim very carefully sat down,
he stayed where he was, at the other side of the table. Tim needed his personal
space.
When Tim was done eating, he drank his tea and felt the warmth spread through
his body. He almost felt relaxed. And he looked up at John.
“I wanted to thank you, John, for saving my life. I know, I promised not to do
what I did or at least tried to do. But ...” John just shook his head.
“No, Tim, don't. Most of it is my fault. I tortured you. It wasn't play, it was
evil. I can't deny, I had fun at the end.”
“It was her. You aren't like that, I know it.”
“How could you?”
“Because you took me in, after what I did to you. You accepted me because of
Larkin. You cooked for me. We watched telly together. You gave me so many joy
and fun and pain and I liked it so much, because I allowed you to do this to
me. You are not evil. You were triggered by her, I don't know how. She brought
your dark side out. Teàrlach will make it go away.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I told him, you were not his live-in-pet. And that you love him.”
“You did what?” Tim just nodded. John sighed and shook his head.
“After Larkin send his alpha down, he came up to us.”
“You two are unbelievable.” But he smiled. Tim yawned and his eyes drooped.
“I emptied the servant's rooms. You can stay there, if you like.”
“What did you do?”
“I sent them home, gave them clothing, food and what is money here. I told
them, she is dead.”
“See what I mean?” Tim took some water up to the room and climbed into the bed.
It was obviously used and smelled after a woman, but he didn't mind. He slept
through the night undisturbed and dreamless and when he woke up, it was to the
divine smell of coffee. It sat on his bedside table. Fresh clothes were placed
beside the door, clearly some of John's. He drank the coffee and looked for a
bathroom. He found one at the end of the aisle, very simple and only cold
water, but he didn't mind. It would wake him up. He stuck his head under the
pump and shivered under the cold. But it was refreshing and life crawled back
into him.
Life; yes, he had it back and it was good. He wanted to live, wanted to have
fun. He would return to his work probably. Leave the continent to forget. Would
he be able to forget? He really wasn't sure. Perhaps he should give Larkin a
chance. He could have done nothing to prevent all the things which had happened
to him. He had gone all on his own, without telling anyone. He thought, he
could kill her all by himself, but he had been too weak. He just wanted to be
worthy in the mix. But he had failed. And even after Tim had acted so very
stupid, Larkin was still there for him, holding him, helping him, saving him.
He got dressed and had to pull the trousers back up again over his thin body
every few steps. He went down to the kitchen and found a basket full of rolls,
jam and butter. There was more coffee and scrambled eggs, he only had to heat
up. Even still warm pancakes. He had an extreme fantastic breakfast and when he
was done, he was wondering what John was doing.
In front of the kitchen door he started to tremble. He had never consciously
left the bedroom upstairs. Only now he had slept upstairs in a maid's room and
walked to the kitchen and back.
When he was brought in from the tree-trunk, he had had no wits to concentrate
on his surroundings. And afterwards he was never let out again.
Finally he made it outside and looked to his left and right. He stood in a huge
hall with a large stairway leading half-round upstairs. He carefully called
out.
“John? Are you here?”
“Downstairs. Stay where you are, please. I will be right up.” Tim had no
intention at all to visit the cells and torture chambers, so he just waited. He
heard John's footsteps and held his breath when he stepped up to him. His shirt
and hands were all bloody and he carried a bag obviously containing first-aid
material.
“What happened?” Tim asked wondering, if there had been an accident. Or
something worse.
“I am checking on all the people down there. I can't help everyone, but some of
them are still alive, so ...”
“Yes, of course, I understand. Do you need help?” John shook his head.
“No, I am done. I worked through the whole night. Only a few of them still
needed medical attention.” Tim nodded and then changed the way their
conservation was going.
“Are there any books in here?” John nodded and pointed behind Tim.
“Yes, she does have a library. I will show you.”
“Great. Later I could provide lunch or dinner, if you like?”
“Yes, that would be good.” He smiled at Tim, but didn't come close enough to
touch. And Tim was thankful for that gesture. He would have trust issues for
the rest of his life.
***
Larkin wandered around the castle and felt terribly lonely. He didn't know what
to do and had an overload of bagged blood. Afterwards he felt sick to the bone.
He stood on top of the castle and belched into the night.
“Been too greedy, brother-mine?” Teàrlach smirked.
“Obviously yes, I am sorry. I had it all. We are empty.”
“So I just realised. Care for another trip to Bucharest?” Larkin hummed his
approval having nothing better to do anyway. And his brother should know, if he
should go clubbing or see John instead. Larkin wouldn't intervene.
They threw their things into two bags and drove into the night. They stayed at
the same hotel and dressed up quickly. The bouncer remembered them quite well
and just waved them through.
And they had much needed fun. They proceeded directly to the living food and
fed off both male and female. Afterwards they danced for hours. Teàrlach found
himself a male and had him against the rest-room’s wall. Larkin didn't want
that, he only wanted Tim back. But he sort of understood his brother.
The male slid down the tiles and sat on the floor completely dazed. Teàrlach
wiped over his mouth and sighed.
“Well, we could have take-away, what do you think?” Teàrlach looked at his
brother.
“Take-away?” He clearly didn't understand.
“Take one with us. One who is also willing to be fed off.”
“Oh, OK. I understand, but no, not for me. I already ordered some boxes of
blood for us to take back with us.”
“Would you mind, if I …?”
“No, of course I don’t. You have to know, what you are doing. I will be taking
another room then. No worries.”
“Great!” Teàrlach grinned and rushed back to the room behind the bar. He looked
around and picked a male who could make his money by modelling. He didn't even
have to glamour him, he followed him very quickly. Larkin just raised his
eyebrows at his brother's choice, but didn't comment on that.
They silently drove back to the hotel and Larkin checked himself into another
room. Teàrlach held him back for a second leaving the guy waiting.
“You could always join us, you know?” But Larkin just shook his head.
“No, thanks a lot. You know, what I want. He is not here. Have fun.” Larkin
entered his room and closed the door. Teàrlach shrugged and took the guy by his
wrist. He pulled him into the suite's bedroom.
“What do you like?” It was just a question to soothe him, he didn't care at
all. He just wanted to be distracted. And if he didn't agree to his wishes, he
could still glamour him.
“I like what you like, Sir.” Teàrlach liked to be addressed like this. It was
very polite and respectful. He smiled thinly.
“Come over here, then. What was your name again?” He had forgotten already.
“Roman, Sir.” The guy said stepping up. Teàrlach looked him up and down.
”Kneel!” He swallowed and hesitated for only two seconds. Then he dropped onto
his knees and looked expectantly up at Teàrlach.
“I am very pleased with you, Roman, so far.” He stood in front of him.
“Now, take your hands behind your back!” Roman obeyed instantly. He opened his
trousers and buttoned down. He grabbed his cock and pulled it out of his silken
boxers. Roman's eyes widened and stayed fixed on it. He licked his lips, but
waited.
“Take it into your mouth!” He did and just closed his lips around it, but
didn't move an inch. Teàrlach was indeed very pleased with this male. He just
did as being told, no resistance. He didn't even have to glamour him, at least
not right now.
“Suck!” And suck he did. His cheeks hollowed and his head bopped up and down.
Teàrlach looked over his shoulders and saw he had his fingers entwined. His
prick felt hot in this guy's mouth and he decided to move on with him.
“Stop and stay down like this!” He was hard already and moved over to his bag.
He took out the stuff, he brought from home and went back. He slid the leather
mask over his head and blindfolded him. He took in a sharp breath, but didn't
resist.
“Do you want to proceed, Roman?”
“Yes, Sir.” And he tied his wrists and upper arms. The guy moaned, but didn't
complain. Then he used the nipple-clamps. Teàrlach just took his fingers to rub
and pull at the nipples, before attaching the clamps. Roman panted now and
almost swayed.
But Teàrlach wasn't done yet. He pushed his legs a bit apart with his own foot.
Then he tied his prick at the base and pulled the string around and over his
balls, too. He connected the rope to the one around his wrists. Roman whined
just a little bit. Teàrlach just slapped his prick twice and he stopped. He
made him kneel down again.
“Proceed, Roman!” And he brushed his cock over both his cheeks, so his pre-come
smeared over his face. The guy moved his head to catch his cock into his mouth.
He sucked it back in and the tip of it touched his throat, when Teàrlach's hips
once bucked.
“You may start with the licking!” And now he got the full “giving-a-proper-
head-programme”. Soon enough Teàrlach pushed into him and fucked his mouth with
abandon deep-throating him. Roman only straightened on his knees and finally he
came down his throat, while Roman swallowed around his head. He swallowed it
all and licked him clean afterwards. His own cock was leaking and rock hard by
now, too. But Teàrlach didn't care.
“Very good, Roman, I liked that a lot. But for now there won't be any use of
your gorgeous mouth!” And he pushed the huge ball-gag inside. His head jerked,
but there was no escape. His lips closed around it and his jaw was forced wide
open. Teàrlach's finger moved over his lips.
“This is really beautiful, really.” He was moaning and his body was twitching,
which did his nipples no good. Teàrlach pulled at the chain and earned a
muffled scream.
“Do you want me to stop?” Not that he would, he just wanted to know, if he
needed to start glamouring. But he shook his head. His erection said everything
anyway. His dick must be hurting due to the bindings. It was dark red and
leaking pre-cum.
He lifted him up and led him to the bed, where he made him kneel on the duvet.
His forehead was down and his arse was in the air.
“Spread your legs some more!” And so he did. Teàrlach only used his own cum to
moisten his finger. He spread his cheeks and didn't waste time teasing. He just
pushed it in. The guy screamed around the gag and his bum twitched and jerked
away, but Teàrlach grabbed his cock hard and pulled rudely. He stopped moving,
but kept keening.
“Behave!” He once pulled sharply at the rope binding his testicles. His
movements stilled after that. He pushed his whole finger in and twisted his
wrist while moving. Soon Roman relaxed again and started to moan and pushed
back a bit.
“You are a slut, aren't you? Fucking yourself on my finger. What about some
more then?” And he added a second finger. He scratched and wriggled and poked
on his prostate which made him shout and jerk again. Again he rudely pulled at
both his penis and his balls then. Now there were sobs. Teàrlach was very
pleased. He scissored his fingers and pushed them in and out more quickly. Soon
enough he was fucking himself again. They repeated the game with three fingers,
until Teàrlach became tired. He cleaned his fingers and just looked down at his
take-away. He was shivering and his prick was leaking a lot. Teàrlach was rock
hard again by now and didn't even bother with using the cum to slick up his
prick. He just shoved into him with one push and literally fucked him into the
mattress.
He came after some minutes having violently pushed in and out. He was holding
him against his chest when he finished. He pulled out with one move listening
to a final scream. He pushed him stomach first on the mattress.
“I want to see how you rut yourself to orgasm.” He undid the restraints around
both his cock and balls.
“Move, Roman!” His rutting was accompanied with sobs and moans and keening
sounds, but it didn't take long. Teàrlach pulled him up him again and sank his
fangs into his skin. Blood poured down his throat and now Roman was moaning
again. When he had enough, he untied him and removed both blindfold and gag.
The eyes he met were blown with both fear and lust.
He didn't utter a word, while he got dressed again, but hesitated at the door.
Teàrlach took the chance and stood in front of him. His move went unnoticed by
him and he jerked away, totally frightened.
“What do you say, Roman?” He swallowed and looked down.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Very well, Roman. I am very, very pleased with you. I hope to taste you soon
again, pet.” His hand was still on the door-handle.
“May I leave, Sir?”
“Of course.” And he left rather quite quickly, in fact. Teàrlach laughed. He
indeed had fun. He didn't have to think of taking care, of being careful. This
guy will be sore for days. But he felt sated and got distracted. He threw the
duvet off the bed and slid under the covers. He fell asleep at once, which he
rarely did. But sometimes even a vampire needs a rest.
***
Tim moved through the kitchen and prepared dinner. He had found a cooler with
meat, but he didn't dare to use it being not sure it was human or not. But John
came by and checked on it. Since he was a doctor, he should know.
“It is not human, Tim. You can use it for our dinner. It's perfectly fresh
rabbit.” Tim still just looked at it, but sighed and took it from John. His
fingers brushed over John's and he jerked just a bit. John behaved, as if
nothing had happened. Tim felt the heat rising up in him; a combination out of
panic and lust. He quickly turned away and started to chop an onion. He felt
John standing behind him for a few seconds.
“I will be downstairs for a few. Call out when dinner is ready, OK?”
“OK, I will.” His voice was a bit shaky and when John was gone, he just closed
his eyes and breathed in and out very concentrated. He was rather fucked up.
And he could blame the onion for his tears.
***
Larkin sat with a laptop on his knees on the bed watching porn. Porn Tim would
have liked. He tried to get off on it, but it wouldn't work, because Tim wasn't
here. Perhaps he should have considered the take-away. But those weren't Tim
either. He sighed and stared at the screen again, but it still didn't work.
Frustrated he slammed the lid shut.
He lay down and closed his eyes. His thoughts were with Tim. Where was he and
what was he doing? Was he OK? Did he cope? Was he still with John? And why was
he with him after everything he did to him? Why could he stand being with John,
but not with him?
Pictures came up showing their first hours when Larkin danced wildly around the
kitchen counter in the mansion talking about his plans and Tim telling him how
sexy he was with his fangs showing and his long hair open around his shoulders.
And then he saw himself fucking Tim into oblivion, being tied up, blindfolded
and properly gagged.
And he was rock hard. Slowly he stroked his prick and imagined Tim giving him
head. He spurted all over himself. He never wanked before in his entire life.
He wouldn't tell he did this anyway.
He missed Tim so much. When Teàrlach and he would return, he would wait for two
more days. If nothing happened until then, he would contact him and asked if he
could come over and see him. That he needed to talk to him about his plans, his
future and his love. And with this decision made, he was able to rest.
***
John and Tim sat at the kitchen table and had dinner. John was just scratching
the pot empty.
“So, you obviously liked what I cooked?” John nodded.
“Yes, I did. It was great stew!” He sat back on the chair stroking over his
stomach.
“Glad to hear that.” Tim got up and gathered the dishes.
“I still have some minions left, you know? Let them do that and relax.”
“I don’t want to relax. I need to be busy. I need to shut things out.” Tim
rinsed the dishes slowly one after another.
“Stop that right now, Tim.” John’s voice wasn’t pleading, it was commanding.
Tim’s shoulders hunched and he broke a glass. Blood ran over his hand and he
gritted his teeth together.
“Leave me alone!” He had turned around and dried his hands on his trousers. He
wanted to leave for his little room upstairs, but John blocked the exit. Tim
started to pant and he looked around for another exit. He cradled his cut hand
against his chest. His eyes were big and full of panic. He started to tremble
again.
“Tim, come down. I am not going to hurt you.”
“You lied to me before. Let me leave this room.”
“Let me see your hand.” But he stubbornly shook his head.
“No.”
“Please rinse it at least some more.”
“Not down here.” John sighed and moved away from the door. Tim didn’t hesitate
a second and made a run for it. Upstairs he tried to clean it in the small
bathroom and returned to his room. He was wide awake now. He was wondering, if
this building had a rooftop he could sit on. The bleeding had stopped by now
and he went down the aisle finding some stairs leading up. He followed them and
they became very narrow. They ended in front of a very small wooden door. He
had to push it open, but it worked. And there was the night and fresh air. Tim
inhaled for some minutes and finally stepped outside. He looked over the walls
and saw some lights down below; a little village with poor huts and a small
stream. Only a few lights were on, probably candles were rare. But he could
hear a single laughter, which made him smile. He wanted to watch a little bit,
so he climbed up on the wall and sat with his legs dangling over the top. He
never had a problem with heights and he finally felt free.
He carefully reached out for Larkin after a few hours and he found him
sleeping. Not resting, but sleeping he was. He pulled back at once, didn’t want
to disturb him. He would need his rest, too. He actually wanted to be with him
again. He felt safe with him; he wouldn’t ever again with John.
He sat up there until the morning sun shone on his face. He tried for Larkin
again and found him in the shower touching his prick.
“Wow, Larkin, I am sorry …” Larkin almost slipped on the tiles.
“Tim! Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He stepped out of the water and shut it
off. He wrapped himself into a towel and sat down on the bed.
“I want to be with you again. I miss you. But I don’t want to be in the castle.
Would you come back to London with me?”
“I follow you wherever you want to go, Tim.” Tim smiled and made a happy sound.
“Can you pull me back?”
“Of course I can. But don’t you want to say good-buy to John?” Tim needed to
think about that, but he would do it.
“Of course I will. I will be right back to you.” He climbed downstairs again
and looked for John. He wasn’t in the kitchen. He reached out for him and got
an answer.
“I am in the bed-room.” Tim swallowed and closed his eyes.
“I just wanted to tell you, that I will leave now. I return to Larkin and we
will be going to London together. Thank you for letting me stay over for a
while. Sorry for yesterday. I know, you meant no harm.”
“Are you not coming up to tell me in person?”
“I am not going to enter that room. You can’t expect me to do that.” And he had
a vision of his nest. He started to shiver.
“Maybe it would help you to get over it?”
“I don’t think so, John. Please stop talking about it.”
“But I want to see you before you leave.” He almost sounded like Teàrlach, Tim
thought.
“Then you have to come downstairs.” John disconnected and Tim concentrated on
the upper floor. But John just appeared at his back and whispered directly into
his ear.
“Such a shame, Timmy. I don’t want you to leave. I miss you, too, you know?”
Tim froze, when he heard the words. He couldn’t move. He desperately wanted to
run away, but John used his magic. He felt the tingling against his skin. And
then he felt his hands slowly stroking over his arms. John was breathing onto
his neck.
Tim started to shake violently and couldn’t speak at all. He knew pleading
would be senseless.
“Yes, that’s right, it would be senseless.” He almost tenderly bit his neck.
“You can’t just leave me, you know? I miss your beautiful mouth around my cock
and all your other amenities.”
The frightful scream was only in his head when he let it out. John just yanked
him close and disappeared with him.
***
Larkin listened to the awful scream Tim let out. The last picture he received
from him was that of John looking predatory at him.
“Oh God, Tim.” Larkin couldn’t feel him anymore and ran over the aisle and
ripped open Teàrlach’s door. He saw his brother on the sodden bed face down and
sleeping. He shot some magic down to wake him up not caring at all. Teàrlach
shot up at once and stood swaying on the mattress.
“Larkin! Fuck, what's wrong with you? Why did you do that?” He hissed.
“It's John! He has Tim!” Teàrlach didn't understand.
“Well, we knew, he went over to him, didn't we? So what?”
“You don't understand! Tim contacted me. He wanted to come back and be with me.
I told him, oh God, I told him to say good-bye to John. And the last thing I
saw, was John taking him away and Tim screaming!”
“You can't be serious. Dharma is dead. John wouldn't do such a thing.”
“Obviously he just did! I just saw it! Please, we have to save him!” Larkin
begged his brother.
“We will save both of them!” And Teàrlach stepped off the bed reeking of so
much power even Larkin shivered. He only grabbed some fatigues and a tee.
Finally he took his brother's hand. Both of them disappeared into the
Goddesses' dimension.
***
John and Tim appeared in the bed-room.
“Tim, do you see? I haven't even got rid of your nest. It suited you so well.”
And he shoved him over. Tim stood beside it and focused on the wall. He tried
to think of Larkin, but it wouldn't work. He was cold, freezing, and his body
was trembling badly. He couldn't speak.
“Never mind, Tim. You don't have to speak. You were taking good care of me. You
know my body and you cook quite well. I don't need many minions or slaves. But
I want you!” Tim just shook his head. He couldn't quite believe it. What had
triggered this?
“I want you up on this bed and prepare yourself for me. Move!” Tim shook his
head no. And John shot him with strong magic. His throat tightened and he
desperately needed to breathe but couldn't. He fell down on his knees and his
eyes rolled back into his head. The grip loosened.
“You don't want to die, do you? Not after you finally decided you want a life
with Larkin. So do as I say! Now!” Tim toed his shoes off and got rid of the
trousers and shirt. When he was naked in this room again he sobbed once, but
moved over to the bed and knelt on the sheets. He sucked his fingers wet and
stuck one inside moving it very carefully. It still hurt, of course it did.
When he sensed John becoming restless, he added a second finger and tried to
relax around them and opened his hole wider. He couldn't reach his prostate,
but he could open himself up, so he fucked himself on his own fingers and cried
silent tears.
“That's enough, I think.” He took his wrists and cuffed them behind his back.
And then he just forced something way too big inside him and Tim couldn't
suppress the scream. The pain was intense and he felt the skin inside him tear
open. His insides were throbbing and the feeling of fullness was overwhelming.
“This will make you stay ready for me as will this.” And he waved the spider-
gag in front of his face. Tim was leaving his head by now. This was just too
much. His last loving thought went out to Larkin.
***
Teàrlach and Larkin appeared downstairs in the hall. Larkin grabbed his
brother's hand.
“He has him upstairs. He is torturing him. He was just thinking of me. And now
he is gone.”
“What the fuck happened here?”
“I don't care right now. We have to save Tim. Please, brother-mine. Help me!”
He nodded and they appeared in the bed-room. Larkin gaped for air and Teàrlach
got rock hard at the sight in front of them.
John hovered above Tim and his prick was shoved half-way into Tim's wide-open
mouth spread apart by the spider-gag. He wasn't even moving and his eyes were
closed. His arms were behind his back and John looked quite pissed.
“Lick it, will you!” They both felt his magic hit Tim.
“John! Stop it at once!” He just turned his head and smiled evilly.
“Oh, dear, it's you still ordering me around. And you brought family. How
nice!”
“John, what happened to you? This is not you!” Larkin was too shocked to say
something, but Teàrlach talked to him.
“Well, how do you know? You never even bothered to ask!” John hissed.
“Ask what?” Teàrlach was as clueless as ever.
“How I felt after everything!” And he got off the bed pulling up his trousers.
He approached the brothers. Larkin was focused on Tim, who was focused on
nothing at all anymore.
“The only important thing is, that I love you!” Teàrlach told him intently.
“And that's the reason why you have slept with a male model?” John shot at him.
“What?” Teàrlach tried to deny it, but John had become too strong in his
abilities.
“Don’t lie to me, Teàrlach. I can still smell him and see him through your
eyes.”
“You had fun with Tim, too.” He fought back hoping, that Larkin wouldn't
notice.
“That was different.” John pressed his lips together.
“Was it?” Teàrlach could feel his magic build up and just hit him with his own
powers. It took him minutes to bring him down on his knees, because he really
didn't want to hurt him. But he was still fighting back.
“Stop fighting, John. I don't want to hurt you.” Teàrlach held up his hands.
“Yes, you do!” John was working on a shield.
“And I will. I don't know what triggered this, but this is not the male I found
and wanted to have by my side. You once were my soldier-boy.” John smiled
thinly and said:
“The Goddess is dead. Long live the God.” And he vanished. It hadn't been a
shield, he was working on. Obviously. Teàrlach swore and directed his attention
back on his brother, who luckily had heard nothing.
***
Teàrlach was exhausted and turned over to his brother, who was busy with Tim.
He broke the cuffs and got rid of the spider-gag. He held Tim whose limbs were
not moving. His eyes were still closed. Larkin felt for his pulse and it was
weak, but still there.
“Oh God, Tim. I told you to go back, it's my fault. Why didn't you just come
back to me?” His bloody tears dropped on Tim and he opened his eyes.
“Don't cry for me, love.” And he wiped the tears away.
“It's not your fault.” And then he didn't move or speak anymore.
“Tim? Tim!” Larkin shook him, but got no response out of him.
“Let's just get him back to my place. Come on.” Larkin placed a blanket around
Tim’s thin body. He could actually count his ribs and his well-formed muscles
had vanished mostly. He took him into his arms and after they returned, Larkin
took him to their old bed-room and placed him under the duvet. He let
everything happen. The wolf appeared beside the bed and looked up.
“I think, I know what's happened, Larkin.”
“You do?” Larkin didn't sound convinced.
“Yes, I think so. When I had been with her, I always felt the urgent need to
drink, to feed of humans, to kill them in the act. John was a long time over
there; he had sex with her and dealt with her. He was triggered. Her presence
made him dark. And even though she is dead, she still is all over the place.”
“We have to find John and get her out of his system.” Larkin stood up now.
“You won't leave Tim.” Teàrlach pointed out.
“Wolverine is with him.” Teàrlach sadly smiled.
“That's the name John gave him. I have no idea why.” They both looked down at
the alpha, that stood up howling. Some of the pack appeared in the room, some
were in the aisle. And even outside the howling was answered. He jumped up on
the bed beside Tim and placed his head on his stomach.
“I will put up the shield again. We have to think of something.” Teàrlach's
hands already wove through the air and the shield protection was working again.
“You are stronger than him. You have to knock him out and restrain him
downstairs. We have to find a cure.” Larkin told him.
“He not being there will be the cure.”
“You are right of course.” He closed his eyes and sighed.
“Will you be OK by yourself for a while? I need to sit with Tim.”
“Of course, brother, of course.” He watched Larkin settle down beside Tim on
the bed and went downstairs into the one special cell. He looked around and
thought, if he might have triggered something, too.
He went back upstairs to stand in his bed-room. He remembered their first
encounter. When John left, he was covered in blood and his military trousers
hung low on his hips. It was unbelievable sexy, Teàrlach had thought. John was
holding his rifle and all he saw was his bare chest and his marks all over his
body.
What had become of them? Teàrlach fucked a stranger into the mattress and John
tried to become a God. And the ones, who had been evil, were the sane people
now. Or at least Larkin was.
***** Going To Hell and Back *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Larkin sat beside Tim on the bed and just watched. He didn’t dare touch him. He
was afraid, Tim would panic again. So he just watched him breathing. After a
while he couldn’t stand it anymore and rested his head against a post.
“Why did I tell him to say good-buy? I could have just pulled him over. We
could have been gone by now. This is all insane.” A keening sound came out of
his throat.
***
Tim was awake, but his eyes were closed. He could still feel John’s hands on
his body, while he was being restrained. He saw him very clearly waving the
spider-gag in front of him. He forced him to open himself up and he hurt rather
badly in the process. He had stuck something really big into him, which made
him scream. He remembered Larkin coming up to him. And he remembered Teàrlach
fighting John. He brought John down on his knees, but he had vanished after
having said something about God.
He opened his eyes again and saw Larkin sitting beside him. Carefully he
reached out for him. His trembling fingers brushed his thigh and he saw him
slowly turning towards him.
“Tim, what do you need?” His hand fell down on the bed again, but he hoarsely
whispered:
“Please take it away from me. It’s too much. It’s too big.” Larkin’s eyes
widened and he lifted up the duvet. Blood leaked out of Tim’s backside and a
dildo was barely visible. Neither Teàrlach nor him had seen it, when they freed
Tim.
“Oh God, Tim, I didn't see it, when I brought you here. I am so sorry!”
“Never mind, just take it away now. Please?” There was so much pain in his
eyes, when Larkin looked at him. Larkin tried to wish it out of his body, but
it wouldn't work.
“Tim, I can't remove it by magic, John obviously prevented that. I have to use
my hands and fingers. But this will hurt again.” Larkin quietly said.
“I can’t hurt more. Just do it.” Turning on his side, he pressed his arms
around his head. Larkin rested one hand on his hip and the other one carefully
grabbed the enormous thing. He pulled just a little bit and the blood-flow
increased.
“I can’t do this. You have to go to a hospital, Tim.”
“You can’t be serious, we are in bloody Romania. They will kill me.” Larkin
pulled some more and Tim fisted his hair. Finally it came out and Larkin could
just stare at the oversized thing.
“I’ll go and get Teàrlach. Wolverine will stay with you. Don’t worry.” Tim just
nodded and the wolf jumped up and settled down beside him. The warmth was
welcome and Tim wondered, what the wolf might think about John.
It took the brothers only a few minutes to return and Teàrlach sat on the bed.
Tim clearly remembered having seen him getting hard, when he was being tortured
by John and his whole body stiffened and almost cramped. Teàrlach poured some
glamour over him and it helped a bit. His hands hovered over his back and it
took him more time than ever. His forehead was sweaty, but Tim felt better. The
pain was gone, but he was hungry, thirsty and dirty. He looked up at Larkin,
who just gestured to the side. He had brought water and chocolate, while his
brother was busy. Tim downed all the water and tried to break off some
chocolate. He barely managed, since he was still trembling.
Afterwards he made an attempt at getting up. At once he felt nausea and became
dizzy. He moaned and swayed and Larkin took hold of his arm. His eyes went
wide.
“No! Don’t touch me!” He stumbled forward and fell on his side. He lay on the
floor and sobbed. The wolf nudged his head and he held on to his fur, while
getting up on his knees. Larkin stayed away. He was shocked, but he had to do
something.
“I will prepare a bath for you. You smell awful.” He turned away and went into
the bathroom. He knelt in front of the tub and let the water flow. Not too hot
and no bubbly stuff. He was wondering, what he could add to make his skin
better. What did the women do back in his time to smooth their skin?
“Milk, I get some milk.” He summoned it, because he wanted to stay up here.
Finally he was done and turned around. The wolf stood beside Tim, who leant
against the door-frame still covered in the blanket.
“I am not going to touch you. I just want to be sure you get in there not
hurting yourself.” Tim padded over and dropped the blanket on the floor. He
carefully climbed in and settled down. He closed his eyes. Larkin took a towel
and folded it to stick it under Tim’s head. But he would have to touch again.
The wolf took over and pressed his snout against his cheek. His head came up
and Larkin placed the towel. Larkin looked at Tim and the wolf. The wolf looked
back and then settled in front of the tub. Larkin left.
***
John appeared in the woods under the castle. He was hurt. Teàrlach had hurt
him. But he was strong. It had taken him minutes to bring him down. He smirked.
In fact he didn't realise, that Teàrlach had been holding back, because he
didn't want to hurt him. He deeply inhaled and it was good. He felt for the
three of them and they were gone. The brothers took his plaything. He was angry
about it but thought he could manage to find another one for the time being.
And instead of just transporting back into the castle he started to walk into
the direction of the village. He would find someone there. He hummed a tune
while walking and didn't realise his presence made all the animals flee.
When reaching the first hut, he sniffed and smelled humans. He didn't even find
it weird, that he could do such a thing. He proceeded and reached out for them.
There were pictures in his head, when he scanned the huts. He saw children, the
elderly and then the young ones, male and female.
Damn, why did he release all the prisoners? He now knew why Dharma had them in
stock down there. He now knew everything.
He sighed and then got hit by the smell of a male. He concentrated on that one
and saw a muscular but slender body, light blond, long hair and still a virgin.
John smiled and walked straight to the hut. He stood in front of the door and
felt the fear inside. He pushed the door wide open and stood there looking
around. He saw several people crowded in one corner shaking with fear and
terror. The male stood in front of them facing him.
“You! With me, now!” He saw him swallow and looking back at his family.
“Please don't harm them.” He whispered only and John just nodded. They didn't
matter to him, he wanted the male. He shook his head and held out his hand. The
male took it and they both vanished.
***
Tim enjoyed the warmth and he felt the wolf close by. His hand wandered over
the edge of the bathtub and found his fur. He tenderly stroked it and it felt
good. He listened to the sounds the wolf made and moved on. His eyes were
closed. His backside still felt sore, but the severe pain was gone, thanks to
Teàrlach's healing powers.
Tim knew, he made Larkin go away, but he couldn't stand being touched. He still
didn't want to be touched, but he wanted him to be with him. So he reached out.
“Larkin?” No answer.
“Please, I need you. Come back. Let's leave now. Please?”
“Tim? Where are you?”
“Still in the bathtub. I will need your help to get ready to leave though.”
“I will be right with you.” And with these words he already heard him walking
up. His grip into the fur tightened and the wolf got up. And when Larkin came
back, he just watched. He watched the tears running down Tim's face. And he
didn't seem to notice them at all.
He knelt beside the wolf and just waited for some minutes.
“It's OK. I am good. Just get a towel and the robe and get me.” Larkin grabbed
everything and watched Tim trying to get up. He threw the towel around his
shoulders and moved back again. Tim's body shook all over, but he made it over
the edge and stood on the fluffy thing on the floor. The wolf looked up at him
and he looked back. Then he looked at Larkin.
“Please hold me? Please?” His lips quivered and tears welled up again. But
Larkin stepped up and just held him. Not too tight and just lightly stroking
over his back. Tim hugged himself and leant against him.
“You need to get warm again, you are cold, Tim. I lightened the fire in the
bed-room. Please come over there. You need to drink and eat, too. Please?” Tim
had already closed his eyes, but opened them again. And he followed the tender
pull. He felt the bathrobe being taken away and some pyjamas pulled up. A shirt
was pulled over his head and then the blanket was all over his body. He was
placed in a chair in front of the fire and the wolf sat in front of him.
Larkin knelt in front of him and tender put some socks on his feet. Tim’s eyes
were closed and he was tense, but he also appreciated it. When Larkin was done,
he wriggled his toes under the wolf and felt warm. Finally the shivering had
stopped.
A pitcher was held under his nose and he took it, finally feeling the thirst. A
sandwich followed and he ate it, too. He became very tired and his eyes
drooped. He felt being lifted, but didn't jerk. He felt Larkin's presence and
it was good now. He relaxed and smiled, while being placed on the bed and
covered by the duvet. He felt his soothing glamour and fell asleep.
***
John took the male back to the castle and up to the sleeping-room. He looked
him up and down. And then he made him kneel. He stood before him and they
locked eyes.
“Please me and you will be rewarded.” He saw him swallow and he looked into his
questioning eyes. He had no idea what he was talking about. Well, he got
himself a virgin, didn't he?
“I don't know how to please you, my God. Please tell me what to do.” Only
whispered words, but John was surprised. That was unexpected.
“Get up and turn around. Take your hands behind your back.” He did as being
told and John tied his wrists and upper arms. He then stripped him off his
trousers and underwear. He wrinkled his nose, all his clothes had to be burnt.
“Kneel in front of me.” He turned and knelt again. John opened his belt and
shoved his trousers down stepping out of them. The male just looked. He took
his prick and slowly stroked it a bit. It hardened at once at the sight in
front of him. He stepped up and moved the head over the male's cheeks and lips.
“Take it.” And take it he did. He opened up and instinctively took it in. He
used his tongue and sucked. He had no idea of what he was doing, but it felt
good. John moaned deep in his throat. His hips jerked and the male gagged, but
didn't move away. John grabbed strands of his hair and began to fuck his mouth.
He felt the male slacken his jaw and pushed down. He felt his head touching his
throat and started to deep-throat him. He pushed and listened to the divine
sounds the male made. And then he remembered Tim. And he came. He came down the
male's throat and made him swallow it all.
The corners of his eyes were wet, but he didn't utter a word. John stared down.
“Very well, you. I am quite pleased. No more use of your mouth though.” And he
gagged him with a ball-gag. The male's eyes just became big, but there was
still no real fear. John was wondering, so he didn't blindfold him. Instead he
helped him up and shoved him face down onto the bed. He stuck one finger inside
him and that made him jerk. John pressed down on his back and he stopped
moving. He very slowly opened him up and soon added a second finger. He started
to scissor inside him. He found his prostate and earned a deep moan and some
moving of his hips. He let him and smiled. He fucked him with his fingers some
more and the male fucked back. He obviously liked it.
Finally he removed his fingers and grabbed his hips. His cock moved between his
cheeks and finally invaded his body. Slowly he started to push, but hearing the
male's noises and feeling him push back, he just thrust in. The muffled scream
he earned was fantastic, but soon he was moving with him. He pulled him up
against his chest and pinched his nipples. The sounds he made were glorious. He
wished for some nipple-clamps and they appeared in his hands. He pulled his
nipples long and attached the clamps to the sensitive nipples. Now his head
hung low and his drool dripped around the gag. He panted, but he still was rock
hard.
“What a good choice you were, indeed.” John murmured and pulled the chain. He
pulled out and that made him groan. He threw him down on his back and folded
his legs up to his chest, so his hole was exposed again. He pushed back in.
He saw his cock twitching and hardly pulled both his cock and testicles.
“No, you don't come before me. You don't come, before I tell you to. Do you
understand?” And he pulled again. He saw him nod and relax a bit. Wonderful, he
had made a great choice.
He pushed back in and rubbed over his prostate again and again. The male was
leaking but holding back as good as one can. Finally John came shooting his
come into the virgin. Panting he pulled out and looked at his come slowly
dripping out of his hole.
He looked up and saw his pleading eyes. He reached down and took him in and
held him down. He felt him twitch and licked and sucked. The sounds were
amazing and he wished the gag away. It became very loud now, but he liked it.
He bucked under him and he could only hold him down by magic. He fondled his
testicles and stuck his fingers back in. He felt him leaking inside his mouth.
He increased his sucking and soon enough he felt him still. He sucked him in
deeply and he came inside him. He took it all and looked up at him. His final
scream still hung in the air. Their eyes locked.
John pulled him up and faced him.
“I am very pleased. You have served me well. You may stay unharmed. Move over
to the bed and blankets on the floor over there.” With dazed eyes he got up and
stumbled over to Tim's nest and dropped down, still tied up.
John got up, too, and watched him settle. He wished for more restraints around
his ankles, knees and thighs. The male looked surprised, but didn't complain.
John attached a collar, blindfolded him and put a ball-gag back on him. He also
attached a rope to his collar and his ankles, while he was in the shower. He
watched him wriggle a little bit, before he went.
When he returned, he moved him onto his side and he was hard again. So was
John.
He loosened the rope he had attached but made him kneel with his arse up. He
shoved a dildo inside him and used some tape over his arse. And finally he got
the spider-gag on his wriggling male. He made gurgling noises while lying on
his backside clenching around the dildo.
John knelt over him with his cock swinging just inside his open mouth. He
pushed in and felt his tongue move. He grabbed his hair and pushed down. He
pushed until he came. The male coughed and twitched, but didn't show any signs
of pain.
He just stuffed his pants inside his mouth to mute him and went to bed.
***
Teàrlach restlessly moved through the castle's rooms. He had to find John and
take him away from that dimension before it was too late. He had become very
strong and soon enough he would be as powerful as the Goddess had been. He was
changing already into something else and he didn't want to see the end of that
becoming. He just had to rescue him, destroy the whole dimension. He had no
idea how to do it, how to stop his becoming a God.
He felt for his brother and found him upstairs close to Tim. He entered their
room and joined Larkin.
“What are your plans?” Larkin looked up and simply shrugged.
“Tim wanted to go back to London and wanted me to come. But I can't leave you
alone, brother-mine. I will stay and help you rescue yours.”
“No, Larkin. I don't want you to give up Tim.”
“He will stay here. Protected and unharmed. We will have to join our forces to
fight John.”
“You are right, of course. The pack will protect Tim and I will put him under a
shield.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I have to go back and face him.” He shrugged.
“And then I will fight and rescue him. I will bring him back and heal him.”
“And exactly how are you going to do this?”
“I have no bloody idea, Larkin. I think, I will just use the surprise of
showing and shoot him my most powerful magic to bring him down.”
“You want to drain him.”
“Both off his powers and blood, yes. It will weaken him and he wouldn't be able
to fight back for the much needed time to overpower him.”
“You would have to combine your natural magic with our vampire magic, so your
powers will be paralysing.”
“Something like that, yes.” They locked eyes and then both of them looked down
at Tim, who was still sleeping with the wolf beside him.
***
Tim was dreaming of John. But it wasn't a nightmare. These were pictures being
sent by John. He showed him a properly bound male on the nest.
“See? I found myself a replacement. You didn't want to stay. You disappointed
me, Timmy.” Tim couldn't wake up or move in his sleep. He was held down by
powerful magic leaking through Teàrlach's shield.
“He will do as long as it takes me to get you back here with me. And you will
return to me. Only I can please you the way you like it. You know that, do you,
Timmy?” Tim moaned in his sleep.
“See what you missed!” And he showed him, what he had done to that male. Tim
didn't even get hard. He was close to a panic-attack.
“Leave me alone! Go away!” He screamed inside his head.
***
“Larkin! He is here, he sends images to Tim.” And the shield became more
powerful around Tim. Teàrlach just saw some of the very vivid images being sent
and swallowed. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he found
Larkin holding Tim against his chest.
Tim looked wide-eyed over Larkin's shoulder into Teàrlach's eyes.
“You have to go and fight. There must be some weapons, you could use on him. He
is still part human. You could probably electrocute him.”
“I am sorry, Tim, I am. I don't know, how all this could ever happen to us.
Everything has changed.” He shook his head and left the room.
Larkin's eyes followed him and then focused on his.
“Tim, I can't leave my brother. I have to help him fight John.” Tim moved a
single finger over his jaw.
“I know. It's fine. I will be protected. I will hide under the shield and
wait.” Larkin closed his eyes and felt the tender caress. He didn't dare to
touch back. Not yet.
“Go back to sleep, Tim. Wolverine will stay with you.” And Tim slept with
Larkin by his side watching. So did the wolf. Teàrlach paced. But suddenly it
hit him and he stormed up again.
“Larkin, where is the book? Where is Tim's bloody book?”
“I have no idea. The Goddess got the info out of my head, where it was hidden.
But I don't know, if she ever retrieved it.”
“She didn't. I would know.” They looked at Tim, who slowly got up and sat
against the headrest.
“How would you know?” Teàrlach wondered.
“She would have shown off, would have waved it right before my very eyes.”
“You are probably right.” Teàrlach started to pace again.
“I know, I am.” He looked at both Tim and Larkin.
“I go and fetch it.” And Teàrlach vanished.
***
John sat cross-legged on the altar in Tara and waited. The book sat in his lap.
Teàrlach appeared between the dolmens. Very carefully he stepped up to John,
who looked him up and down.
“What happened to us, John?” He just shrugged.
“I have no idea, but I bloody like it.”
“No, you don't.”
“Yes, I do. And I got the book.”
“So I see.”
“More power.”
“Please stop, John, and come home.”
“Home to boredom and being yours?”
“There will be a cure for boredom.” He didn't reply at once, but said after a
minute or so:
“You came to fight me and force me back.”
“Not necessarily. I don't want to hurt you.”
“You can't hurt me.”
“Please think about it! Consider the consequences.”
“For whom exactly?”
“You!” John hopped off the rock and left the book on top of it. He stepped up
to Teàrlach and licked his lips.
“Only one more time.” He closed his eyes and just stood there. Teàrlach was
confused, but did approach. He tilted his head and kissed and hugged his.
John's hands were on his bum and massaged. Soon there were tongues. He could
feel the power John possessed by now. His body trembled and suddenly there was
the pain. He was shocked through John's body. Larkin had tasered John in the
back. His whole body shook. Teàrlach let go and hissed. He swayed a few steps
back. John just fell face-down to the ground. The wires still stuck to his
back.
“Grab the book, brother.” Teàrlach's trembling hand reached out and he stuck it
into his waistband.
Larkin cuffed John's wrists behind his back and secured them by a powerful
spell. Each of them took one of his arms and they moved back to the castle.
They directly appeared in one of the cells Larkin had prepared.
It was also Larkin, who chained John to the wall. The shackles were magically
secured. Teàrlach knelt on the floor watching his brother do the work. He was
exhausted and finally everything washed over him. What he did, what John did.
He was still wondering how all this could ever happen. He had no idea.
John lay on the ground with his limbs chained. There was also a metal collar
around his neck, which was loaded with magic. It created a bubble around him,
so if he used his magic, it wouldn't reach out.
“Teàrlach, brother, come on up. You have to feed and rest. Get up!” He focused
on his brother, who towered over him. He slowly got up and felt so empty. He
didn't look back when leaving the cell.
“He kissed me in Tara, I don't know why. It felt almost right to do. I still
have so many feelings for him. He is still mine. I want him back.”
“I really don't know, if this is possible, but we have to try.” He guided him
upstairs into his room and made him go to bed. He sliced his wrist and let him
drink. Finally he soothed him, which he was only able to do, because he was
weak now.
“Pour some more over me and stay until I am off, will you?” And Larkin sat at
his brother's bedside, stroked his hair and waited until he was deep asleep.
Then he returned to Tim, who sat cross-legged on the bed.
“He is here, isn't he?” Larkin nodded.
“He is securely restrained in one of the cells. He can't get away. Don't worry,
Tim, OK?”
“Is he still alive?”
“I just told you, he is in a cell in the basement, Tim.”
“Not John, the male he took.” Larkin looked taken aback.
“I don't know, we didn't go to the castle. We were just in Tara.”
“The last picture he sent to me was one of him properly tied up, blindfolded
and gagged. He won't get help over there, food or whatever. We have to help
him.”
“I will go and take care of it.”
“Thank you.”
“Don't, Tim, just don't.” And Larkin vanished. Only a second later he appeared
in the bedroom beside the wriggling body. He swallowed looking down at the
bound male. He liked what he saw and got rock hard in a second. He was as
spoiled as the others.
The male obviously sensed his presence and made pleading noises. Larkin knelt
down beside him and removed the ropes around his legs. He helped him up and
tilted his head to the side. He focused on the pulse point and found it too
weak. He cupped his cock and squeezed. The male moaned deeply. He lightly
swayed from side to side, but managed to stand. With two fingers Larkin removed
the pants and the spider-gag. The male cracked his jaw. Larkin stroked over his
chest and teased his nipples.
“You are not him.” Suddenly he spoke.
“No, I am not. But I don't know, if I am a better fate.” And he sunk his fangs
into his neck. He could still feel his erection and he slowly sucked at his
throat. He felt him melt against him and didn't need to glamour him at all. He
still tasted like a virgin, only a little, but still there. Larkin licked his
lips and made a step backwards. What had he done? He too was triggered.
He shook his head and grabbed his arm. He transported into the woods in front
of the castle. There he removed the ropes around his arms and wrists, but left
the blindfold. He shoved him in the back and vanished.
***
When John woke up, he felt weakened. He was chained to the wall and he felt a
collar around his neck. He could see the magic bubble around him. No one was
here. He was alone. He didn't feel powerful at all. He could remember himself
in the other dimension and in Tara. He could remember Teàrlach and Larkin and a
stranger, a male. He shook his head. His emotions were different from second to
second. He tried to get rid of the chains, but it didn't work. He tried to
reach out for Teàrlach and even Tim. But he was stopped by the bubble. He was
left alone with himself, with his thoughts and him remembering what he did. It
took some time, but when he did remember what happened, he couldn't stop
screaming until he wasn't able anymore. He crushed on the stone floor with his
arms held up by the chains. He cried until there were no more tears and he just
wanted to die.
He had no idea how much time had passed, when Teàrlach entered the cell. He
still lay on the floor. He stood right outside the bubble.
“John?” He just shook his head.
“How can you still care about me? After all I have done? After all what
happened?”
“I love you. I always have. I want my soldier-boy back. And I will do whatever
it takes, to get him back.” He sighed.
“I made mistakes, tons of. I tried to devour you. I shagged other males. I
won't ever do it again, I promise. Just come back to me.”
“Teàrlach, I don't know, I don't understand what happened to me. I remember
myself hurting Tim. I remember Tara. I know you and Larkin killed Dharma. And I
remember me going back there.”
“Yes, that's my fault. I didn't recognise, you needed my help. I was selfish. I
am so sorry, love.” And he dropped to his knees in front of the bubble.
“How much longer do I have to stay down here?”
“As long as you are clean. I can still sense darkness inside you.”
“I trust you.” Then there was silence, until Teàrlach asked:
“Don't you want to know about Tim?” John closed his eyes, pain showing clearly
on his face.
“I don't dare asking about Tim … I hurt him all the time. At the beginning I
had some control left. But as time passed by, I … I can remember torturing him,
raping him, almost killing him.” His voice left him and he sobbed.
“We saved Tim. I healed him.” Then it hit John.
“What about the male I took? I left him tied up and gagged in the sleeping-
room.”
“Larkin took care of him.”
“Oh, good.” Suddenly his stomach grumbled.
“Are you hungry?” John nodded.
“OK, I will get you something.” John watched him leave and was wondering, how
he earned his love. He hoped never to see Tim or Larkin again.
When Teàrlach returned, he brought Wolverine with him, who sat in front of the
bubble with perked up ears. He didn't enter the bubble, but made the plastic
bottle of water appear before John's lips. He opened up and drank greedily.
Afterwards a sandwich appeared and he bit piece by piece until it was gone. He
asked for more water and got it. He was exhausted after the meal and just
murmured something before falling asleep in his restraints.
Teàrlach felt for his thoughts, but they were totally foggy and unfocused.
“Do you want to be with him?” His alpha looked up at him and looked at John.
Then he stood and Teàrlach brought him inside. He settled beside his legs.
“If you need me, contact me.” He barked and closed his eyes. Teàrlach wondered,
for how long this would go on. His longing for John grew with every hour, but
he had to wait until the darkness was completely gone.
***
Tim stood in the kitchen and tried to prepare a meal with trembling fingers. He
gritted his teeth. He didn't want to ask for help. He at first spilled water
and afterwards some cream, but he managed to cook some spaghetti. When
everything was finally heating up, his hands had stopped shaking and he had
calmed down. He was feeling somewhat better and had relaxed.
The most relaxed he felt with the alpha, as weird as it was. He knew Larkin
loved him and cared for him, but he was a male. He could stand simple touching
but no more. He liked Teàrlach comb through his hair, while standing beside him
or passing by. He had no idea, if he would ever be able to touch or being
touched, kiss or being kissed or even being penetrated again in his life. But
the wish to die had left him, since he felt the love around him. He would cope
somehow and hope.
Larkin entered the kitchen being on his way to the microwave, but he stopped
dead when seeing Tim. He had just finished his dinner and looked up. Slowly he
slid off the chair and moved around the counter.
“Go ahead, Larkin.” Now the counter was between him and the microwave. Larkin
moved ahead and prepared some blood. He watched the mess Tim made.
“Was it good? I could have cooked for you.” Tim couldn't help it, but he had to
laugh. A giggle bubbled up in his throat.
“You would have cooked for me?” Larkin looked annoyed.
“I would do anything for you.” He grabbed his mug and turned away.
“Larkin, wait. I am sorry. I ...” Larkin stopped with his back to Tim, who
reached out for him with shaking hands. He made some steps forward and stood
behind Larkin. His trembling fingers brushed over his back and jerked back.
Very slowly Larkin turned around clinging to his mug.
“Tim … I miss you so much ...” The words broke while being spoken and tears
welled up. He looked down at Tim, who seemed to be so small. He still was too
thin and his clothes were far too big for his size now.
“I miss you, too. I still want to be with you. I want to be close to you, near
you. But I can't control my fear. I am sorry.”
“You come up to me whenever you want. I will be waiting for you.” Trembling
fingers reached out for his face and touched his temple. Larkin closed his
eyes.
“I just came up to you.” He came even closer and very carefully put his head
against Larkin's shoulder. His arms hung down at his side and so did Larkin's,
but Tim was happy with it. And so was Larkin. He brushed his lips over Tim's
hair.
“Do you want to watch TV?” Tim nodded and stepped back. He followed Larkin onto
the sofa and sat there together with him. There was some space between them.
They didn't speak, but soon enough Tim became tired. His eyes drooped and he
slowly slid to the side until he rested against Larkin. He was in deep sleep
and he didn't react at all, when Larkin took him into his arms and pulled him
close. He nuzzled into his hair and placed him against his chest. His legs were
around him and both of them lay on the sofa. His hand was on his chest and he
could feel his steady heart-beat. He didn't move an inch during the night.
***
Teàrlach stood in the door-frame and watched his brother with Tim. He was
happy. If this could happen, everything was possible. He just needed to be
patient.
He reached out for his alpha and found him peacefully asleep beside John, who
was also sleeping hanging in the chains.
If he would ever recover, he would give him the choice. Stay with him wherever
he wanted or leave him and live his own life. He would never ask him again to
be his or even say it. He just would tell him he loved him, desired him, but no
more. And then it would be his decision. If he wanted to leave, he would give
him everything he needed and let go. He just wished for something else.
He heated some blood and went back to his sleeping-room. He looked at all the
sex-toys scattered around the room. Would they ever use them again? Well,
perhaps after Tim and Larkin had left. John had started to love these games and
he himself had got accustomed to the playing. He would miss it. He liked to
dominate and he could still glamour John as he had done before. Perhaps he
wouldn't mind? He had to be very careful with his approach in this matter. But
he had to try.
Suddenly the alpha was in his head screaming for help. The pictures he sent
were terrifying. There was blood, John was not moving and even more blood. He
hurried downstairs at once.
The wolf had his fangs in John's wrist and now he tried to gnaw at his other
side but luckily couldn't reach that. He had tried to bite into his own wrists
to kill himself. He screamed and shouted and pulled at the chains.
Teàrlach shot some magic to soothe and it worked a bit.
“John, what happened? You seemed to be doing fine the last time I was here.”
“I remember the torture chamber. I remember the heart I cut out. I remember me
raping and torturing Tim and some other male. I can't stand it. I don't want to
live with it.”
“I killed several people while being with her, John. I am still here. I am
feeding of hope by now. I hope to have you back, sane, alive and kicking.”
“How could you?”
“Because I still love you. I chose you. Want-Take-Have.” And that made him
listen finally. The raging stopped and Teàrlach got a clear view on his wrist.
It was bleeding heavily and he felt his blood pulsing out.
“I am so tired, Teàrlach, so tired.” And he lost his consciousness. The wolf
let go and Teàrlach appeared inside the bubble and healed him. He stroked over
his head and sighed. He left the bubble again.
“Do you want a rest?” The wolf stretched and walked outside. Teàrlach settled
against the stone walls and watched John.
***
Some hours later Larkin came down with a mug of blood for his brother.
“Thank you, brother-mine. How is Tim?”
“Still asleep on the sofa. Wolverine came up and we changed places. I saw what
happened. Is he OK?”
“Yes, I think so. What about Tim? He seemed relaxed, when I saw you two
yesterday.”
“Yes, he was. I am so damn happy.”
“You look like it.” They smiled at each other. Larkin sighed and looked him in
the eyes.
“You know, I keep thinking about erasing his memory. Why don't we do it and
start from the beginning? Except for the fighting, of course?”
“He is a powerful sorcerer. I don't know, if it could be done.”
“Check the book.”
“Dark magic, Larkin. I won't use it.” They both looked at John now.
“You are probably right, as usual.”
“Oh, don't say that. I am not usually right, I made mistakes. And I still have
the urge to go back to the club.”
“Go back and fuck your model again?”
“Exactly, he was tasty and willing.”
“But you love John. Why do you want that?” He shrugged.
“I have no idea. Probably the want will wear off, when John is back with me.
But what can I do until then? I need distraction. Don't you understand?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. Will you cover?”
“Yes, I will. If something happens, I will let you know.”
“Thank you. See you later then.” And he vanished. Larkin stayed with John.
***
Tim woke up alone on the sofa. He was covered by a duvet from their bed and a
fire burnt in the fire-place. The wolf looked up at him. He carefully sat up
and rubbed his eyes. He could still smell Larkin against him. He remembered
them watching TV and falling asleep. He must have stayed with him and he had a
good night rest. No nightmares, no fear. He was thankful.
“Hallo beautiful. What's up?” He buried his hands in his fur. The wolf panted
and leant into the touch. Slowly Tim got up and padded into the kitchen to make
some coffee. He opened the fridge and found it almost empty except for some
bags and bottles of blood. They needed supplies. He had to talk to Larkin. He
took an apple instead. Afterwards he went upstairs to shower. He looked into
the mirror and decided he needed a haircut, too. His hair had become all wavy
and longish. It looked weird. He also decided he needed some workout; he looked
awfully thin and out-muscled. Perhaps they should get a WII for a start? Larkin
was very fond of the new technical stuff.
Normally he would have gone into a gym. But there wasn't one over here. He had
to build up again. He couldn't possibly stay like this.
He walked back downstairs always being followed by the wolf. He wondered where
everybody was. Well, he knew where John was and shivered. But where were
Teàrlach and Larkin? He stepped outside onto the bailey and found the Jeep
gone.
He walked back inside and stood in front of the door to the basement. He
swallowed but suddenly felt the strong impulse to go and see for himself. The
wolf stood suddenly in front of him.
“It's fine, wolverine. Come with me. I know, Larkin is down there.” And he
opened the door.
“Tim, don't come downstairs. It will be too much.”
“I need to see you. You can't leave him alone. And I want to see.”
“He is still out. Only a few minutes and if you show any signs of whatever I
dislike, you will get up at once, understood?”
“Yes, Larkin, very well.” He prepared some heated blood before he went.
“OK, come on down, Tim.” He very carefully walked down the stairs with
wolverine on his heels. He stood in front of the very cell and calmed down. He
steadied his breath and entered. He tried to focus on Larkin but his eyes
wandered over to John, who hung in his chains. He was battered, weak, hurt and
unbelievable sad-looking in his unconscious state.
He brought the mug over to Larkin, who thankfully took it without touching Tim.
“Thank you for yesterday. I slept dreamless and feel better. I was warm. Thank
you.” Larkin looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You are welcome, Tim.”
“What happened?” Larkin told him what happened and Tim only felt worry, no
hate. Larkin looked him up and down and sensed his feelings.
“I think it might be better, he doesn't see you when he wakes up.”
“You are probably right. Can wolverine take over for some time, so we can both
get up?” The wolf settled down in front of the bubble. Both of them stood up
and were about to leave.
“Tim ...” Only whispered and very hoarse combined with a clinking of chains.
Tim stopped dead in his tracks and Larkin hovered beside him. Very slowly he
turned around facing John. No one spoke and John just looked at Tim; his
breathing becoming more and more shallow. Then his body started to shake all
over and his face contorted with pain. He jerked and pulled at the chains.
Larkin had attached the collar to the wall, so he couldn’t reach his body any
more. His teeth clicked together and Larkin was very much afraid he could bite
his tongue off.
Larkin appeared inside the bubble. There was no dark magic at all; only panic
and fear. Blood was already dripping out of John's mouth. Larkin pressed his
fingers around his jaw and forced his mouth open. He stuck two fingers inside
to hold down his tongue. John gurgled and twitched but couldn't help it.
“Go upstairs, Tim, now.” Tim was afraid but obeyed. He didn't want to watch any
violence. So he turned around, but didn't go upstairs. He couldn't but listen
to the keening sounds coming from John. He stood in front of the cell's door
shivering. His arms were around his body and his hands were into fists by his
side. He dropped on his knees and closed his eyes.
Larkin wished for a piece of fabric, he could stuff into John’s mouth, so he
couldn't bite or swallow his tongue. His whole body still jerked inside his
restraints. It took him some minutes to calm down and close his eyes. His head
fell to the side and his body went limp again. Larkin watched for a while but
then left the bubble. He locked eyes with the wolf and he tilted his head.
Larkin reached Tim, who sat on the ground now and leant against the door
watching. He still trembled rather badly but became calmer when Larkin
approached him.
“Come on, Tim. Let’s go upstairs.” But Tim didn’t move.
“Is he OK?” He whispered. He couldn’t have taken a look at John, since Larkin
had blocked his view.
“He is now. He hopefully will be again.” And Larkin just walked around Tim and
left the cell. Tim threw a last glance at John but followed Larkin quickly. He
didn’t want to stay down here. He was lost in thoughts about John and him, when
he bumped into Larkin, who had stopped walking.
“Why do you still care for him?” He didn’t turn around when asking this
question.
“I still care, because he still matters to me. We have to sort things out.”
“Teàrlach should have killed him, when he could. I should have.” His hands
crushed the mug, he was still holding in his hands.
“Larkin, please don’t be like that. I have to cope with everything. I am happy,
I can already talk to you like this and have you around. I don’t want to loose
our family.”
“Our coven.” He whispered that and slowly turned around.
“I don’t want to loose it either.” He stepped very consciously into Tim’s
personal space. He didn’t move away but his breathing became shallower. His
mouth opened and his cheeks flushed. He closed his eyes.
“I am going to touch you now, Tim. I won’t hurt you, you know that, don’t you?”
His fingertips brushed over his shoulders up to his neck. Tim just nodded.
“I am going to kiss you. I will kiss you very carefully and I am not going to
do anything rush.”
Larkin’s hands were around Tim’s neck and his thumbs caressed his jaw lifting
it up so slowly. Tim started to wiggle, but didn’t say anything.
“Any time you wish, I will stop.”
“I know.”
“So you do trust me?”
“Yes, I do.” Tim stood with his hips pointed to Larkin in a very submissive
angle and he slightly opened his lips. He wouldn’t open his eyes though.
Larkin brushed his lips over Tim’s who became very still. His chest was heaving
under heavy breaths. He tenderly nipped at his lower lip and then licked over
it. Tim sagged against Larkin who pulled back a little looking down into his
face.
“Open your eyes, Tim. I want to see them.” Slowly his eyes opened. They were
very wide and wet but showed no intense fear.
“I love you, Tim.” Now tears welled up and Tim sobbed once, but he didn't move
away. Instead he kissed Larkin. It was sort of coy, but also wanting. His lips
pressed on Larkin's and he moved them over his. And Larkin let him do as he
wished, let him explore anew and didn’t force himself on him. Tim clung to his
body now. He had slung his arms around his lower back and shoulder. He placed
wet kisses all over Larkin’s mouth, jaw and neck. His moving became slow again
and finally it stopped. Tim’s eyes closed again and he rested his head against
Larkin’s body. He sighed.
Larkin moaned against Tim and his hands brushed down to his hips now. Tim let
Larkin's tongue slide into his mouth and explore languidly and slowly. He was
calm and fearless now. He felt very safe and relaxed into the kiss.
Tim had no idea, how long all this lasted. When Larkin stopped, they looked
into each others eyes and neither Larkin or Tim spoke a single word.
***
Teàrlach didn’t even bother to check into a hotel. Instead he directly appeared
inside the club’s men rest-rooms. He checked himself in the mirror, adjusted
his clothing and ruffled through his hair. He had found out everybody liked it
a bit messy.
He was greeted by some cheers when moving through the club and passing the
dance-floor. He smiled at that and liked it a lot. He had a drink at the bar
and looked out for Roman, who was yet nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was behind
the bar. So he finished his drink and proceeded. Nobody ever questioned his
presence.
He let his eyes wander, but couldn’t find him. Maybe he was too early. He
sighed and settled for another one who smelled tasty. No virgin at all, but
tasty. And he only wanted to drink now. Perhaps he would shag him later in the
rest-room, but he wanted to wait a bit.
He approached the male, who looked at him only for a few seconds and offered
his throat then. Teàrlach sniffed all over his neck and throat and licked the
pulse point. He shivered and exposed his neck completely. Teàrlach bit and
grabbed his arms. He felt the blood pulsing into his mouth and twisted his
wrists behind his back. He moaned deeply and came forward some more. Teàrlach
had to force himself to stop and not drain him completely. He swayed before him
and only Teàrlach’s rude grip held him up. He placed him on a sofa and left for
the dance-floor, now pulsing with energy.
A new beat was on, he had never heard before. Now there were couples dancing,
too. It looked very sexy. Teàrlach looked up at the video screen to see what is
was. A blond, very sexy woman was moving like a dervish around a stage shaking
her body. “Shakira” the screen told him. He studied the moves again and soon
after jumped the dance-floor.
Tonight was different; there were more vampires than ever dancing. And one
approached him. He was young looking but Teàrlach could feel some power. He
moved his body in front of him, which aroused him a lot. He never had sex with
another vampire before. It would be different, but why not? Perhaps this one
had a home close by. He changed his moves into something predatory and checked
him out some more. His dark eyes had widened and he showed his fangs partly. He
was aroused, too. Roman soon was forgotten.
***
After hours of wild dancing and mind-reading they left together. Teàrlach
followed him to his home and found it to be on a graveyard. He stopped dead in
front of the gate.
“You can’t be serious!” He shook his head. The vampire looked back at him.
“What? This is how we are supposed to live. Where do you live?”
“I own a castle. I have minions. I have a TV and a microwave.”
“What? Do you have a coven?”
“Yes, sort of.” He didn’t explain any further.
“Anyway, come on.” Teàrlach followed him into his tomb, which he sealed off
safely. Suddenly they stood in the dark only lit by a single candle. It was
sexy, he had to admit it. He wondered, if he could dominate a vampire. He was a
powerful magician, so there shouldn’t be a problem.
“You are the one, who took Roman the last time.” They locked eyes.
“That’s right. Any problem? Was he someone’s?”
“No, he isn’t. He likes it a bit rough.”
“Yes, so I saw. And?”
“He told me about you. He told me, what you did to him.”
“Why did you talk to him?”
“Oh, we are on and off. I like to feed off him and sometimes we are having sex.
He had obviously changed after coming back, so I asked him. And he told me.
Everything.”
“And?”
“I liked what I heard.”
“So?”
“I want you to do it to me, too.”
“You want …” Teàrlach whispered and stood right in front of him staring him in
the eyes.
“Are you sure, he told you every single detail?” The other vampire swallowed
and his eyes became bigger.
“I would like you to do the same to me, you did to Roman, please, Sir.”
Teàrlach smiled.
“Very well! What’s your name?”
“Bryant, Sir.”
“Turn around, Bryant.” He looked slightly offended, but did as being told.
Teàrlach wished for handcuffs and tied them around his wrists. Then he kicked
him into his knees from behind. He fell down and to the side. He let out a
surprised scream and tried to push himself up again.
“Stay where you are!” He jerked at the tone in his voice and obeyed. Power
tingled in the air.
“Where do you belong?” He planted his foot right beside his face.
“On the floor!” He whined, when he got rudely kicked at the jaw and finally
understood.
“On the floor, Sir!”
“And what are you supposed to do?” Teàrlach loved to play, he was rock hard
already.
“I am supposed to do everything you tell me, Sir! At once, Sir! All the time,
Sir!”
“Very good, Bryant!” He removed his trousers and pants then and ripped off his
shirt. He knelt beside him on the floor and looked him up and down. He was
quite well built, too. His hands stroked over his body and finally touched his
groin. He was hard, too.
“Please, have me, Sir? Please do it to me!” He begged already. Teàrlach hadn't
even started. Well, then, now he did. And since he was a vampire, he didn't
hold back.
He slung some ropes around his upper arms and around his body. Then he tied his
thighs and calves together and made him sit up with spread knees. He was
panting and he looked desperate.
“What?” Teàrlach asked harshly.
“Nothing, Sir. It's great.”
“Now that sounds amazing, Bryant. Let's see, what we can do about it.” He
spread his legs a bit wider and slung a rope around his cock. He whined, but
stopped at once when looking at Teàrlach. He moved over to his nipples and bit
and sucked. He trembled all over. He got up and stood by his side.
“On your back!” He pushed against his chest and pressed his knees apart, so he
was completely exposed. He attached another rope around his testicles and bound
it to the handcuffs. The moaning became louder by the minute. He parted his
cheeks and pushed inside without any preparation. He made him scream for
minutes and when he became tired of it, he loosened the ropes a bit and made
him suck his prick. Bloody tears ran down his face, but he took it all. The
pleasure was obvious. He was leaking.
“Anything else, Bryant?” He caressed his nipples.
“Please let me come, Sir.” His voice was very rough and he pleadingly looked up
at him.
“So you think you have earned that privilege already?” He didn't know what to
reply. He sensed trouble. His trembling body was again kneeling in front of
Teàrlach.
“Whatever you think, Sir.”
“Whatever I think, then. You will fuck yourself on your fingers. You are not
going to come. I want to watch that. Now!” At once the ropes were gone. Instead
he was blindfolded and a huge plug was in his mouth. His hands went up to it,
but that move earned him a forceful blow full of magic. He shouted and began to
drool around it.
“No touching there. I am waiting, Bryant.” That made him kneel. He spread his
legs and invaded himself. It hurt from the sex before. He felt Teàrlach's power
beside him and that aroused him heavily. He was still leaking rather badly and
moaned around his gag.
“Two fingers, Bryant, I want to see more!” Soon enough he was fucking himself
and was on the edge of coming.
“Stop it, don't move!” He stopped with his fingers still inside his arse. He
felt him kneel behind him and his arms around his chest. He didn't dare touch,
but his breathing became quicker. He felt the rope around his prick and
testicles untied, but soon enough his fingers were around it. Strong arms were
around his chest and pressed his arms to his side. His own fingers slipped out
and his cock was pushed in. He roughly fucked him into oblivion and his fingers
were pressed around his cock. The pain was excruciating and his fangs scratched
over the plug in his mouth. Teàrlach came again and when shooting his cum into
him, he just clenched around his cock and made him come. He screamed and shook
rather badly.
He stayed where he was, on him, and calmed down. He felt his body under him. He
was relaxed and didn't move at all. He stroked all over him and turned him on
his back. He moaned and his hands twitched. He didn't dare touching though.
Teàrlach took his wrists and placed them firmly beside his head. He kissed him
roughly all over and rutted against him. His head moved from side to side and
he became hard again. So was Teàrlach. He pressed down some more and bit into
his neck. He fed off another vampire. It was stronger than everything he tasted
before. Not to mention the few drops of Larkin, but this was different, he
really fed off him.
And his body came up to him, he offered himself, panting around the gag. He had
someone that night. Actually he had more than one, he could taste different
blood types in the bloodstream.
When he was done, he sat up on him.
“Did you like it?” He nodded back at him.
“Are you hungry now?” He nodded some more.
“I will get you some. You are going to stay here. Bound and waiting.” And he
wished for him to be tied up again as before. So now he knelt with his legs
tied under him and his arms behind his back with his hands touching his elbows.
He was still blindfolded and gagged.
“You are not going to try to free yourself, won't you?” He shook his head no.
“You will not fall on your front to try to get off, won't you?” He shook his
head no.
“You will stay like this until I return, won't you?” He nodded desperately.
“Very well. A reward will be given right now.” And he attached nipple-clamps
and it made him moan. Afterwards he made him lay on his back with his legs up,
so he could easily stick a plug inside him. He placed the remote under a rope
set on a changing pattern. His body began to shake already and this made him
smile. He pulled him up into the kneeling position again and attached a rope to
his arms to go around his neck. Another one went around his cock and testicles
several times and was lead tightly up to his arms.
Every twitch of his arms, every move would hurt now. He wouldn't move; he
wouldn't do anything. He made keening noises and trembled in his restraints.
Teàrlach looked at him and was very pleased. He could rough house with another
vampire and he wouldn't get hurt. He wasn't fragile and he wouldn't mind at
all. He even liked it.
But he wasn't human and he wouldn't love him. John loved him, he knew that, and
he loved John. And finally he wondered, what he was doing here. And he decided
to get him some blood and return to the castle to take care of his.
***
“What is happening to me? I am hungry, I am thirsty, I am hurt. He overpowered
me and took me back. I feel better and I don't. I lack power and I want to go
back to the day I met him.” His eyes were closed and he concentrated on his
breathing.
He pulled at his restraints and felt the presence of another being.
“Wolverine?” He opened his eyes and saw the wolf outside the bubble.
“Could you get someone to bring me some water and something to eat? Please?”
The wolf got up and looked him up and down. He wagged his tail once and left
the cell. He closed his eyes again and waited.
After some minutes Larkin came down with water and food. He stepped inside the
bubble and let him drink and feed.
“I need a bathroom, Larkin, please?” He felt his gaze piercing him and he
shivered.
“The collar stays on. It weakens you and wolverine will stay beside you. I will
let you out of this bubble and stay close. Don't try anything. I will kill
you.”
He didn't have to say it was, because of what he did to Tim. Both of them knew
that for a fact. The chains fell off his wrists and he dropped to the floor at
once. His arms cramped but he grind his teeth and got up.
Larkin just waited until he stood on his feet again swaying. Then he grabbed
his arm and pulled him upstairs. John didn't mind at all.
“I am weak and I am happy about it. What did I do? Do I want to know? I can
hardly remember everything I did. But he does. And he loathes me. Where is
mine? Where is Teàrlach?” He was shoved into a bathroom. He stood there and
slowly had the water wash over his body. His arms were in front of him on the
tiles and he started to sob rather badly. Where was his? Why was he abandoned?
Had he left him because of what he did?
There were pictures in his head. Pictures of Tim, tied up, badly hurt, crying.
And pictures of another male. And with Teàrlach in Tara. He fell down and
scratched his knees. He curled on the floor and sobbed. He left his head again.
***
Larkin entered the bathroom after some minutes and found him on the floor
staring into nothing. He had sort of hoped he tried something, so he could kill
him. But he couldn't kill this human male on the floor; helpless and shivering
in his unconscious state, clutching and scraping the tiles. He had already lost
some fingernails and blood ran down the sink.
Larkin felt a presence behind him and turned halfway around.
“Go away, Tim. Please!” But Tim came closer and stood beside him.
“What happened?” He was shivering, too, and Larkin had to close his eyes and
calm down.
“He needed to feed and drink. He is better and needed a bathroom. I took him
upstairs.”
“He is weak. He doesn't tingle.” Tim only whispered.
“You think, he is no threat?” And he shook his head.
“No, not at all. He couldn't harm a fly.” And he placed a hand on Larkin's
shoulder.
“Don't harm him. Please. I still need to sort things out with him. Afterwards
we can leave. But until, please ..?”
“I won't. I want. But I won't.” He put his hand on Tim's and looked up. Tim's
gaze wavered over John's naked body. And then he left.
***
John could feel Tim. He was here. Even he was here. Why wasn't Teàrlach? John
gathered his strength and inhaled.
“Larkin?” He felt him, felt his attention. And he looked up at him still lying
on the floor.
“John? What is it?”
“Where is Teàrlach? Why isn't he here? What happened to him? Did I hurt him?
Where is he? Why ..?” He panted really hard and his body cramped. His eyes shut
down and he clung to Larkin's body as well as he could reach it.
“He will be back soon. I will contact him. Don't worry, he is unharmed.”
“Good, that's good.” John exhaled and slumped again. His hands became pudding
and he just lay on the tiles again.
“You need to get up and eat and drink, John.” He just shook his head no.
“Get up!” No reaction. He wouldn't invest more in him, he decided to get
Teàrlach.
***
Teàrlach had just gotten back to Bryant with some bags of blood. He watched the
vampire twitching in his restraints. He had become weaker, but he had obeyed.
He was still up and hadn't tried anything. The rope between his legs was tight
due to his wiggling. Both his cock and testicles were almost purple and very
swollen.
He wished the gag off and poured some blood into him. He slurped it all down
and breathed heavily. The sight still was great, he liked it a lot. No human
being would have endured this without being harmed badly or even ending up
dead.
Then he was hit by Larkin's words.
“Brother, come back. John is back. He is asking for you. I can't deal with him
anymore. I fed him and everything. But I can't hold back anymore. Please,
whatever you are doing, stop now and come back!”
“Just a minute, Larkin.” He wished off all the restraints and left the blood
with him. And he vanished. He would get over it. John was more important.
He appeared inside the sleeping-room. Larkin had placed John on the bed. He
still had the collar on to weaken him. He was fast asleep. Wolverine was beside
him.
“Fuck, brother, you smell of sex and another vampire!”
“So what!” He only watched John.
“How could you do such things when … Never mind. I won't understand it anyway.”
“John isn't the only one who changed, I am afraid. Now leave. I will take over
now. You take care of Tim. Walk with him, show him around, do whatever you
wish.”
“Don't do something stupid.” They locked eyes.
“Such as removing the collar? I am not that stupid.” Larkin sighed, but finally
left. Teàrlach turned around and watched John. He was thinner than before, but
more muscled, if even possible. His hair was longer than before, it looked
nice. It was more to grab and fist into. He pulled the duvet up to his neck and
sat beside him on the bed watching him rest.
***
After Tim had left he went upstairs to sit on the parapet. He was looking into
the landscape and wondered about everything that had happened in the past. What
would happen now, that John had returned almost back to his normal self? Does
he really want to talk with him or would it be better just to leave with
Larkin?
His instincts told him to go and forget. But how could he ever forget? He
yearned for them to be together again, a family, a coven. They once had love.
They had been listening to Larkin playing the piano.
And then the Goddess happened. And everything went wild. Mostly John followed
close by Teàrlach. Could Larkin really leave his brother with John in a state
like this? He loved his brother; otherwise everything would be over by now.
But he felt the wish to kill in Larkin. He hated John, he wanted him dead. He
was holding back only because of his brother and himself probably. He wanted to
leave with him.
Tim leant against the stones and looked over the landscape. His feet rested on
the wall and he wished he had brought a drink up here. The sun was shining down
on him and it was the first time he really felt relaxed, good and not
frightened.
Larkin hid behind a shield and watched Tim. He read his mind, found out about
his doubts and decided to do whatever Tim wanted. He had to be reasonable to
make Tim feel better. If Tim wanted to stay and try to get their coven back
together, he would stay, too. He also had liked it back then.
He went back inside to grab drinks and returned to the top of the castle
sitting beside Tim. He smiled down at him.
“Tim, I know about your feelings. If you want to stay, we stay.”
“We need to help them. I want our life back.” They drank in silence and sat out
there for hours until the full moon was up and Tim started to freeze.
“You need to eat, Tim. Let's get inside.” Tim followed Larkin into the kitchen
where they found Teàrlach studying food wrappings. His hair was into a ponytail
and he looked rather frustrated.
“What are you doing, brother?”
“I am trying to prepare a proper meal for John. He has to eat something
decent.” He had already opened a bottle of wine and offered it to both Larkin
and Tim. When Tim saw Teàrlach holding the bottle up to him, he started to
sweat and had to close his eyes. With trembling fingers he reached out for the
counter. He shook his head and opened his eyes again only seeing the brothers
stare at him. He straightened his back. They wouldn’t know and they needn’t.
“I would like to have a glass, thank you.” Larkin lifted an eyebrow, but didn't
comment. And Teàrlach poured him a glass and placed it on the counter. He very
carefully took it and drank very slowly. And it was nice. Everything was fine.
He sighed and said:
“Let me cook, Teàrlach. I need something to eat, too.” Larkin looked as he
wanted to protest, but decided against it. Instead he heated himself some blood
and left the kitchen. Teàrlach smiled at Tim and ruffled his hair when leaving.
Tim didn't jerk; he had always liked him doing that. It felt even better with
his hair now being a bit longer.
***
Teàrlach followed Larkin into their living-room. He had switched the TV on and
stared at the screen. He looked up at his brother and looked terribly shaken.
“I don't understand it. Why is he still caring? Why does he care for him at
all?”
“I still care, too. I love him.”
“That's not the same and you know it. He almost killed Tim. He tortured him and
raped him several times. I saw it in his dreams, but he never talks about it.”
“He seems to be stable. He needs to talk about it with John. John needs to talk
about it, too. They once were very close. We were all very close. We are a
coven.”
“We used to be a coven. Everything went to hell.”
“How could you say that? We can start again.”
“John tortured and raped Tim. Tim almost died. Beforehand he and I tortured
John. You fucked through a whole club. We worshipped a Goddess. Then we killed
her.”
“We could save John in time. We killed her. I came back. You are the only one
being reasonable left. I will follow you. You have to guide us.”
“What?” He looked at Teàrlach, as if he had become mad.
“I suffered under her influence, too. You are the only one left who isn't.
Please, brother-mine. You have to rebuild our coven.” And he knelt in front of
the sofa Larkin sat on. He looked up at him waiting. Larkin took his face into
his hands and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
“I so do know why I always loved you, Teàrlach. I will do it. Don't worry.”
***** Resurrection *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
John woke up alone. He felt a bit better. He thought, he had felt Teàrlach, but
he couldn't be sure, if it wasn't only a dream. He wasn't here, was he? He
tried to reach out for him, but the collar prevented any magic. He found some
water on the bedside table and downed it. He sat up and looked around. Even
wolverine was gone. He listened, but couldn't hear anything. He went into the
bathroom and found some old fatigues of his and a shirt. He changed and went
downstairs. The wolf joined him right outside the room. They locked eyes and he
wagged his tail and panted. John fell down on his knees and buried his face in
his fur. He knelt there for some minutes until his stomach began to make hungry
noises. The wolf looked funny and John got up again. Barefooted he walked down
the stairs and entered the kitchen.
He stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw Tim. He had an mp3-player on and
danced in front of the counter. He was moving along some beat and chopped
vegetables. He hadn't heard him and didn't turn around. John left again. He
stood in front of the stairs and didn't know what to do. He couldn't sense
Teàrlach, his powers were gone or he was held back by the collar. If the collar
meant, he wouldn't be able to do any arm, he would wear it for the rest of his
life. And then he heard Tim.
“John?” He turned around very slowly and saw Tim. The wolf sat beside him and
he had the knife in his hand.
“We need to talk.” And he turned back into the kitchen. Slowly John walked back
and stood on the other side of the counter.
“Tim, I don't know what to say or what to tell you.”
“Tell me about what you felt over there. It was consent play once and it became
torture. Why?”
“It was her. She pushed me all the time. For me, it didn't feel wrong. Somehow
I felt pure power and I felt alive.”
“You didn't feel alive before?”
“Not like that. I was an army doctor. I was in love with a vampire. I had a
life finally. And then I had something nobody else had. Power I revelled in. It
was ecstatic. I couldn't feel anything else. I fell out of this bubble several
times and tried to be good again. But it became harder and harder time passing.
As I told you before, I even considered taking the crown and my dimension. And
then I got hit remembering our talk about trying to become a sith lord. And I
woke up.” John had to close his eyes.
“I am not asking for forgiveness. I know, it can't be given. I just can tell
you, how very sorry I am.” He clutched at the edge of the counter and closed
his eyes again before focusing on Tim.
“Once we had a good time. I enjoyed it a lot. And so did you. I wish we could
go back.” He turned his back to Tim and sagged down against the counter until
he sat on the kitchen floor. He could hear Tim breathing.
“I trusted you, John. I trusted you almost all the time to save me, to not harm
me. And then … I don't know what to do. I just want to go back to the sea.” His
voice broke and John tore at his hair at the noise. The wolf returned, but
passed by John and sat beside Tim. He placed his paws on the counter beside Tim
and licked his face.
“Even wolverine has left me.” John thought and slowly got up. He didn't look
back, when he left the kitchen. He wished for Teàrlach to be here with him, but
he couldn't feel him. He was lost. He was alone. He was desperate. And he
walked back upstairs.
He found his gun in the cupboard. He checked it and found it still loaded. He
went up on the parapet and sat against the wall. He looked up at the moon and
closed his eyes. He placed the weapon against his head and pulled the trigger
by millimetres. His last loving thought went out to Teàrlach.
***
Teàrlach got up suddenly. His face showed pure fear and panic.
“John! No!” And with inhuman speed he rushed out of the room. He saw him up on
top of the castle and felt him, felt his love. Just when he reached him, he
heard the shot. He saw his body and the wound in his head was bleeding heavily.
He fell down on his knees beside him and cradled him in his arms. He was going
to die very soon, if he didn't prevent it. It was too late to use his healing
powers. The wound was too severe. Even he couldn't heal this. The only way was
to turn him. He had no idea what would be his becoming.
“Why?” He howled into the night and sobbed badly. His fangs came out and he
sank them into his neck, while he was still alive. He drank his blood. He
sliced his wrist and let the blood drop into his mouth to change him. He knew
he had power; he was both a powerful vampire and magician. John also had
potential, he had become a sorcerer. What would become of him? Teàrlach
wouldn't risk loosing him. He held him close to his chest and cried.
***
Larkin quickly followed his brother upstairs, when he heard the shot. What had
happened up there? He found his brother with John in his arms. He was crying
and caressed his head and bloodied face. John didn’t move anymore.
“What happened? What did he do? What did you do?” He looked at his brother and
saw his fangs and sliced wrist.
“Are you trying to turn him? Are you insane? He was evil shit, when only being
a sorcerer. What do you think, he will become?” He trembled with rage.
“He would have died, Larkin. I couldn’t let him die!”
“Yes, you could! This was his decision. He never asked to be turned. What if he
doesn’t like it?”
“We will be together again. This is the beginning of our new coven.”
“Tim and I are leaving now. I can’t stand this.” He turned around and bumped
into Tim, who looked down at John, absolutely horrified.
“Teàrlach, what happened? Did you …” He shook his head.
“He shot himself in the head. I turned him. When he wakes up again, he will be
a vampire.”
“I don’t think, this is what he wanted, Teàrlach.”
“Stop telling me that!” He yelled loudly and Tim held on to Larkin being very
much afraid.
“Let’s go, Tim. Finish your meal and then we will be leaving. Don’t leave my
side.” Now he looked up at him.
“But I can’t leave him. I haven’t finished talking to him about everything.”
Larkin became angry.
“Is everybody completely insane except me? Fuck!” And he stormed off leaving
Tim behind. Teàrlach had buried his face in John’s shirt and was sobbing. Tim
knelt at John’s other side and felt for his pulse. There was none and the
warmth was leaving his body already.
“How long will it take?”
“Two to three days depending on his abilities.” Teàrlach murmured into John’s
hair.
“Get up and take him to bed. Stay by his side. If you need anything, I will be
here. I will get you some blood; you gave a lot to him, didn’t you?” He looked
up at Tim and smiled out of puffy eyes.
“Thank you!” He took John up in his arms and returned to their sleeping-room,
where he placed him on the bed. His fingers moved over the collar, but he
didn’t take it off. He made a fire and sat cross-legged with his laptop on the
floor.
***
John pulled the trigger and shot himself. He felt the cruel pain for just a
second and then everything went pitch black around him. He thought, he could
hear Teàrlach howl and he tried to tell him, that he was finally good now, but
he couldn’t.
And then his mind tumbled. Fire burnt in his veins and he was quite aware, he
wasn’t dead. He felt a pull upwards and his head throbbed. His eyes felt, as if
they were going to pop out of his head soon. And he was thirsty. No, he wasn’t.
He was hungry.
He growled, snarled and his jaw hurt badly. His eyes were closed, but he could
feel Teàrlach. How could he be awake at all? He had shot himself in the head.
Very carefully he opened his eyes to the semi-darkness of their sleeping-room.
“Sit up, John. I will explain everything to you.” And he did sit up against the
headrest. But he had moved way too fast. He was dizzy and everything was upside
down.
“What happened?” His articulation was somewhat strange and unclear. It sounded
as if his teeth were in the way. His tongue hit his teeth. It never did. It
felt wrong. He looked up.
“Don’t get mad at me, John. Please listen to me first.” He nodded, but was
quite askance.
“I changed you. I made you a vampire. You have been sleeping for two days. Now
you are hungry. I didn’t want you to die, John. I love you. Please don’t hate
me.” John could do nothing but stare at Teàrlach.
“You did what?” He could only lisp in his anger. He felt hot fury rage inside
him. But he tried to understand him, tried not to hate him. Not right now.
He knelt by his side and tried to hold his hand. He didn’t let him. His eyes
were sad.
“Please?”
“You changed me into a leech! I can’t bloody believe it!” He touched his
canines and felt the sharp teeth breaking through his skin. At once he stuck
his finger in his mouth and began to suck.
“Don’t John, that’s icky. You don’t drink your own blood. Here, this is for
you.” He filled a mug from a Thermos and handed it over to John who almost
ripped it out of his hands. He stared into the mug and slowly brought it up to
his lips. His eyes closed in delight and he drank it down. Afterwards he came
down a bit from his rage and carefully licked his lips.
“Thank you. And I mean it. I know what you did wasn’t meant wrong. I just
wanted to end it all. I couldn’t find you. I was so alone. I talked to Tim and
realised I was a monster. I knew Larkin longed to kill me if he had the
opportunity. And you weren’t anywhere to find. I thought …” He shook his head
and held out the mug for more. Teàrlach refilled the mug.
“You panicked. You shot yourself. You are an idiot.” Teàrlach almost smiled.
John smiled showing his fangs. He grimaced at himself feeling them over his
lip.
“You have to work on that.” Teàrlach pointed at his canines.
“I am only a few hours old, bloody hell.” Suddenly he sniffed and he looked
around Teàrlach. He saw Tim and the wolf standing in the door. He covered his
mouth and Tim suddenly had to smile.
“You saw me all naked, you twat!” John didn’t see his mouth move; he could
mind-read again. He felt for the collar, but it was still there.
“I can hear you!” He sent it back and Tim blushed crimson.
“Don't do this around Larkin. He still doesn't know a bit. The block I had
installed inside Tim's head is still there, so don't spoil it.” Suddenly John
felt an urge to get up and move towards Tim. He locked eyes with him and Tim
wasn't able to move away. His eyes became fearful and panic made him tremble.
“John, stop it. You can't have Tim.” John stared hungrily at Tim, but was held
back by Teàrlach.
“Stop it at once!” And since he had been sired by Teàrlach, he had to listen.
He calmed down and closed his eyes.
“Tim, please leave. He needs some time.” Tim just left being sweaty all over.
He changed into something light and started to run around the bailey until he
was done. His chest was heaving, but his head was clear. He was the only human
left here. How would this work? Perhaps he should let Larkin change him like he
wanted so many weeks before? He really thought about it stretching out his
legs.
Suddenly he got slapped on his bum and almost fell to the ground, but Larkin
caught him in time.
“I won't change you. I like you the way you are, Tim.” He turned around and
looked up at him.
“I am the only human in our coven now.”
“Normally there aren't any humans in covens, you know? We are special.”
“Yes, we probably are. What are you going to do now? Are we staying a bit
longer?”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because I believe, we can't leave Teàrlach alone with John. They would do
stupid things together.”
“You are absolutely right. I need to stay in control for some more time.
Teàrlach was always reasonable. And so was John before. He used to be a
soldier; he was in control of the situation. So were you. We have to get him
back to that. I sensed some power in him. I am sure he has quite the abilities
as a vampire.” Tim chuckled.
“They will be shagging by now.” Larkin grinned.
“I think so, too. Let them. Come with me and let's watch some crap telly.”
***
Teàrlach loosened the mental grip he had on John. Even though he was wearing
the collar, he was strong. Probably the collar wouldn't help with his vampire
strength.
John didn't realise it until he felt his thumb stroking over his wrist.
Teàrlach held his hand and just looked at him. John could feel everything he
felt and was overwhelmed. He had to close his eyes and felt tears well up
behind his lids. He wiped them away and John saw his bloody fingers. He sniffed
and blinked them away.
“I love you, too.” His voice was croaky and he lisped badly. He wished his
canines weren't in the way, so he could kiss him and they retracted at once. So
wish it was again. Well, he could do that.
“Are you still upset?”
“Right now I am horny as hell.” Teàrlach pulled him close and kissed him
tenderly on the lips. No biting, just brushing his lips over John's still
closed mouth. Slowly John opened up, but didn't kiss back. He enjoyed the
feeling and remembered their first kiss. He broke the kiss and lowered his
head. He moved his nose over his chest and smelled. Now the smell was even more
divine. All his senses were on high alert. He could hear him being aroused.
“I want to take a bath with you.”
“Whatever you want, John. Come on.” They undressed and sat in the tub. John was
resting against his chest and he enjoyed his hands over his body and his legs
around his thighs. He sighed and pressed his head against him. He got kissed on
the jawline and on his throat. He tensed, when he felt his fingers around his
nipples, but he tenderly brushed over them, rubbed them a bit. It was very
sensual. He was feeling everything much more intense than before.
His hands went down to his erect cock. He needed to be touched. Teàrlach pushed
his hands away and took over. John reached back and put his arms around his
neck while he mouthed against his neck and face. He fondled his balls and
stroked his penis. John could feel his cock sliding between his cheeks and push
inside. He exhaled and moaned, until he was finally settled right on top of
him.
He raised and moved his hips under him and water splashed over the edge. Their
toes curled and John's fingers fisted in his hair. It was like hundreds of
little silky snakes around his fingers and he felt the power inhabiting
Teàrlach with every fibre of his body.
Teàrlach's hand began to move faster around his cock and squeezed his balls
with the same rhythm he pushed into him. John's legs contracted and he let out
a harsh scream when coming. He clenched hard around Teàrlach who followed suit
biting into his shoulder. He shivered in his arms.
“John, what's wrong? You have goose skin.”
“The water is getting cold, I am freezing. Let's get some hot water inside the
tub.” He was being shaken.
“You are not supposed to have goose skin, John. You are a vampire. Vampires
don't freeze or get even cold under normal circumstances.” John let hot water
flow into the tub.
“What do you consider normal circumstances? Perhaps I am just a whiny vampire,
you have to put into layers of cotton balls?” Teàrlach looked dumbstruck and
John laughed sinking back into the hot water.
“I have to do some research on the topic.”
“And the topic would be me.”
“Of course, John. I have to talk to Larkin about it.”
“Me.”
“Yes, you. Stop correcting me, will you? I am distracted already.”
“I am so sorry, love. I will crawl back into my coffin and stay put until
master calls again.”
“You shouldn't have watched these terrible horror films, John. Or have you
watched me sleeping on bags of old sod in a coffin?”
“No, but you are special.”
“Stop talking shit or I start pulling your nipples again!” He threatened him by
taking them both between his fingers. John arched up when all the blood rushed
down again. But he just pulled once and then stroked over his front. John came
down again.
“Haven’t you ever changed someone before?”
“No, I haven’t. It’s a first. That’s why Larkin was so worried. I am a powerful
creature. I am both magician and vampire, hundreds of years old. You were
triggered to become a very powerful sorcerer. I have no idea about your
abilities.”
“I am still hungry, Teàrlach. Now we are three, we will have to buy more
blood.”
“I have to talk to Tim and Larkin. I need answers. Are you still cold? You look
it.”
“Actually yes, the water cooled down again and I never liked it. Let’s get out.
I want to sit in front of the fire-place.”
“Get up, then. Move!” He got hit on his bum and climbed over the edge. He
reached for the towel rack and just wished for it. Two towels flew into his
hand.
“Wow, this still works. And it works even better than before.” He handed one
over to Teàrlach.
“Don’t exaggerate, soldier-vampire-sorcerer-boy.” John just smiled at him and
dried his back. He hurried into the living room to sit in front of the fire and
found wolverine on the floor.
“Hey, it’s our alpha.” He tried to touch him, but he growled at him. Suddenly
Teàrlach stood by his side and held his hand.
“This is John, he has changed. He is part of our coven again. Don’t worry, my
only. Come on and have a closer look.” He perked his ears at Teàrlach’s words,
but slowly approached them. He sniffed John’s legs and his hand. He looked him
up and down. And then he snorted and left the room.
“What was that?” John looked sad.
“He hates me, too.”
“He is very close to Tim. He even called in his pack for protection.”
“I see. I maybe can win his love and trust back.”
“Maybe you can win some more peoples’ love and trust back, if you try very
hard.”
“I will try, I promise. I will try to talk to Tim. We talked and then I shot
myself. I thought, I don’t know what I thought.” He shook his head.
“It will work out. We will be a coven again, a family.”
“I saw pictures in your head, Teàrlach. You have clubbed. You had sex. Violent
sex.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me all about it. I felt you liked the last, because he was a vampire you
could rough house with. I am a vampire, too, now. So I thought …” Teàrlach
grinned viciously.
“You are absolutely right. I haven’t thought so far. I love your brain, John.”
“So?” John rubbed his hands and still shivered under the blanket.
“Concentrate on me and try to read my mind.” John looked up and soon started
goggling open-mouthed. When he saw him leaving the tomb, he cleared his throat.
“Well, that was hard-core, Teàrlach. Did you enjoy it?”
“Clearly. Obviously I still do.” John watched him closer and saw his erection.
“I will need some time to adjust to being like this. And I want another drink.
Tomorrow I want to see Tim and wolverine.”
“You can see me now, I brought you dinner.” John turned his head and saw Tim
standing in the doorway holding a mug with heated blood.
“Let me get dressed, I will be right back.” John stood up and disappeared into
the bathroom.
“You don’t have to be afraid, Tim. He won’t hurt you. He is blocked by me now.”
“OK then.” He looked thoughtful.
“Why was he in front of the fire? He looked like being cold. Larkin never
freezes.”
“I don’t know, he even had goose-skin. I never heard of a vampire freezing.”
“Maybe he was cold when you changed him?”
“This is actually a good idea. I have to research this.” John returned in his
fatigues and shirt. He took the mug out of Tim’s hands and stepped back again.
“Let’s sit over there, please?” He gestured to the armchairs beside the fire-
place. Tim nodded and Teàrlach left the room. John poured Tim a drink, which he
thankfully took.
“Thank you, John.” They looked at each other. Neither said a word. Finally John
asked:
“What do you want to know?”
“Why the fuck did you shoot yourself in the head?”
“I was so alone. Larkin hated me, you loathed me, wolverine left me and
Teàrlach was gone. I was desperate. I felt monstrous.”
“OK, OK, I get it. But you should have realised that all this wasn’t true.”
“I know now. I didn’t know back then.”
“Anyway, we will have to deal with your new self. How does it feel?”
“Weird, actually. I still feel the same for the people around me, but I also
smell their blood. Except you are the only people in here. And you smelled
delicious before.” Tim blushed.
“I remember you saying it back at the sea.”
“Yes, back at the sea.” Both of them stared into each others eyes. Tim broke
off first.
“What is your plan now?” John shook his head.
“It hasn’t changed from before. I will stay with Teàrlach. He will have to
teach me. I will have to cope with my new life and powers.”
“The collar is still on. Does it work?”
“Not on my vampire powers, I am afraid. But the sorcerer skills are gone with
it on.”
“What can you do?”
“I am not sure. I can mind-read, though. And I can still wish for things to
appear.”
“Can you float?”
“So Larkin does that, too?” Tim nodded.
“I am not sure. I haven’t tried. I could, when I was still human, but not
willingly. It was uncontrolled magic, which made us fly.”
“Most of your magic abilities came with the sex. Only when you concentrated
very hard, it worked.”
“Or when I was raging or angry or evil.” John whispered.
“We should try more white magic.”
“Definitely yes.” They both drank. Suddenly Larkin called:
“Tim?”
“In here!” Larkin entered the room with inhuman speed and stood between them.
John shrunk in his armchair. Seconds after the wolf approached them, too. Very
sceptic he looked at John, who looked just back and tried to send some positive
thoughts.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, Larkin, I am. We were only talking. I told you, I needed to talk to John.
Please understand!”
“I try very hard, believe me.” He turned to John.
“Teàrlach says you had goose-skin? Are you still freezing?”
“No, the fire is helping though.”
“Can I touch you? Can I read you?” Without thinking John answered:
“Yes, go ahead.” And he felt Larkin invade his brain and touch his chest. He
felt like being pressed into the armchair by his powers. He could kill him in
an instant and he got the message. Larkin had closed his eyes. His face was
unreadable and Tim looked at him. Nothing happened. After several minutes he
let go and sighed:
“As I told my little brother; he made a powerful vampire. You can mind-read,
float, teleport things, people and yourself. You need to drink blood, but not
as often as normal vampires. You could still eat human food like you did
before, you will digest. I am not sure, if this will change.”
“How do you think it happened?”
“I believe the wish for you not to die was very strong, when he made you. So
you became a half-breed.”
“That doesn’t sound nice, Larkin?”
“It isn’t, you won’t ever be accepted by other vampires than our coven. It will
be living with us our die.”
“So nothing actually changed, doesn’t it?” That made Larkin even smile and Tim
finished his drink.
“I see you tomorrow, John. Good night.” He took Larkin’s hand and they left.
***
The same night Tim sat again on the parapet having a bottle of wine beside him.
He needed to get his head clear. He had to think about John being a vampire.
And Larkin’s hate didn’t help. Of course he understood his feelings perfectly
well. It were his own feelings, he couldn’t get a grip on. He should hate John,
too. But he couldn’t. He still enjoyed his company. He finally could feel for
him after all what happened.
He poured some more wine and sipped a bit. Then he heard the door creak open.
“Teàrlach. What brings you up here?” He sat beside him letting his legs dangle
outwards, too.
“You are thinking so loud, Tim. I had to come up and talk to you. Perhaps it
helps a bit?”
“Perhaps it does, yes.”
“Besides, I have never been up here like this before.”
“Why not? It’s the most beautiful spot of this place!”
“I wasn’t interested in the most beautiful, you know?”
“I see. Are you now, then?”
“It’s getting better.” He smiled at Tim and reached out. Tim handed over the
glass and they shared.
“So you heard me thinking …”
“It was more of a mental screaming. Your feelings for mine are intense in a
way, I don’t understand.”
“Me neither. You know, I don’t love him. Not like that. But he will be a part
of me. Always.”
“You broke down the last boundaries with him. That’s a big connection.”
“I played before. But I never trusted anyone like that. I trusted him
instantly. I still trusted him while and after he had tortured me. And even
more. I shouldn’t have, but I did.”
“Did he use magic to make you trust him?”
“No, I don’t think so. I would have felt it.” Teàrlach nodded and they shared
some more wine.
“I never thanked you properly for putting the block up, so Larkin wouldn’t be
able to see.”
“It’s for our own good.” Tim laughed.
“Yes, that’s bloody right.”
“So, what about you and John then?”
“I have no idea, really. The best would be, if I left with Larkin. But I don’t
want him to be alone. You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do. And I suppose Larkin wants to watch me.”
“Absolutely. He went mad after you made John a vampire.”
“He wasn’t to die.”
“No, he wasn’t.” He looked up at him.
“What, Tim?”
“Are you going to continue with your … clubbing?”
“Nicely put, really, Tim. But no. Now I can club with John. Changing with
benefits.” They laughed.
“Having fun, you two, haven’t you?” Larkin had sneaked up without being noticed
at all.
“Yes, we do, brother. Join us.”
“I don’t want to interrupt something special.”
“Don’t be an idiot, bro!” Teàrlach prompted.
“Don’t be like that!” Tim almost whispered at the same time and looked rather
sad. Larkin settled between them carefully avoiding to touch Tim. Silence fell
in. Tim offered the glass. Larkin brushed Tim’s fingers while taking it. Tim
smiled up at him. He heard Teàrlach inside.
“You OK? Happy?”
“Yes, I am. I am OK.” Teàrlach pushed himself off the pedestal and flew down to
the ground screaming with joy and pleasure. Tim jerked and held on to Larkin’s
arm, hard.
“Jesus! Fuck! What the hell was he thinking?”
“Nothing much, as usual!” Larkin smiled and looked down at Tim. Then he looked
at the hand still gripping his arm like a vice.
“Fuck, Tim. You are as pale as me!”
“He scared the living shit out of me!” Larkin carefully pulled him closer into
a light embrace. Tim leant in and stopped shaking.
“Hold me, please.” He closed his eyes, when Larkin took his head and placed it
against his chest. Tim inhaled deeply. How could he have survived without
touching his for so long? Being touched? He sighed and embraced him. And then
he could finally let go. He started crying and Larkin just held him. He knew
his brother had jumped on purpose.
***
John had returned to the basement tomb and sat cross-legged on the sarcophagus
again. He had four fire-baskets burning and now he felt just fine.
But only for the warmth. He felt being left alone. What was going to happen
now? He was a bloody half-breed. Great job, Teàrlach. He wouldn’t even be able
to go clubbing. He looked around and thought about getting some stuff down
here.
Then he heard Teàrlach’s joyous scream. He even was able to hear the thud, when
he touched down.
“What did he do now?” With inhuman speed he raced upstairs and out on the
bailey, but couldn’t see him. He left the castle and looked left and right. And
then he saw him in a feral crouch on the floor. His fangs glistened under the
starlight.
John felt his power, felt him, felt his. And he slowly approached showing his
fangs, too. They stood facing each other and then their faces crushed together,
mouth touched, tongues explored, fangs scratched. John felt everything more
intense, he was shaking with lust and emotion. The smell emanating from
Teàrlach was like an attractant. He just couldn’t resist and tore open his
shirt to lick over his chest. He moaned and just stood there. He pulled him
closer and tried to get them up. They shot up.
“Careful, John. Otherwise there will be UFO’s reported.” He tried to slow down
and somehow he made it work.
“It’s rather nice having somebody else to do the work.”
***
After Tim had stopped crying, they went back inside. They showered together and
Tim gathered his wits. He was exhausted but felt so much better. He felt whole
again. He clung to Larkin, who clearly enjoyed him being so close again.
They sat on the bed and Tim felt good. He placed his hand on Larkin's stomach
and pressed his mouth on his chest moving over it. Larkin moaned and slid
downwards.
“Tim, you don't have to ...” But he shivered into his touch.
“No, it feels just right. I am back. I am happy again. I need to touch you.”
“And I need you to touch me; nothing else.” They locked eyes and Tim pressed
their lips together just moving them against each other. His tongue poked
slowly over Larkin's lips and his teeth bit down tenderly. Larkin closed his
eyes and wanted nothing more than Tim close to him again. He moaned deeply and
stroked over Tim's back. He carded trough his now longish hair and smiled.
This felt so good. Tim sighed and his breath came out raggedly. His hands
grabbed strands of Larkin's hair and just held on to it. He buried his nose
into his neck and licked over his skin. He felt Larkin relax under him.
Suddenly he smelled the iron and felt the wetness against his face. He saw the
tears dripping down and his eyes were closed.
“Larkin, what is it?” His thumbs wiped the tears away and he kissed all over
his face. He shivered but wouldn't open his eyes.
“Please? You are scaring me, Larkin. Talk to me, please?” He cupped his face
and kissed him again.
“I am so damn happy, Tim, that's all. I thought you were gone forever. I
thought I had lost you.”
“I love you, Larkin. I know I can trust you. I need you. I want you.”
“Tim, I don’t know what to say or do.”
“Look at me, please?” Very slowly Larkin opened his puffy eyes and looked up at
Tim, who trailed his fingers through his hair.
“I am so damn happy, Tim …” He could only whisper hoarsely.
“So am I. I want to hold you again, be with you and kiss you. I want you to
have me slowly and tenderly. I want to be taken care of.”
“I will always take care of you. I love you so much, Tim.” His arms came around
Tim’s waist and shoulder and held him just right. Tim lay on top of him and
snogged him over with his arms around his head.
He could feel Larkin’s rock hard cock against his thigh. He started to move his
leg up and down. And even though it felt good to him, he wasn’t getting hard at
all. He concentrated on Larkin, who moved under him and moaned. Tim increased
his speed and made Larkin come into his pants and trousers. He stared down and
watched Larkin moving on the sheets. When he finally opened his eyes there was
a question. He moved Tim to the side and leant on his elbow watching him.
“What about you?” Tim shrugged and looked at his chest.
“I don’t know. It felt good. I liked it. But I couldn’t get off.” His finger
drew circles on his chest and he wouldn’t look into his eyes.
“Were you scared?” He shook his head no.
“It is a physical reaction to everything, what has been done to me. I have no
idea, how I could make it work again.”
“Do you want to talk to me about it? About what happened in her dimension?” Tim
started to tremble.
“I can’t. Not now. It’s too soon. I am sorry. I …”
“Hush, Tim, it’s fine. I am here. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I am
here with you. You don’t have to worry.” Tim’s shaking hands took the duvet and
pulled it up to his face.
“I am cold, Larkin.” He only whispered and rolled on his other side. He reeked
of fear, Larkin could tell. He didn’t touch, but waited until Tim slept to
shower and leave the room. He met the wolf outside and knelt before him.
“Hallo precious, could you go and watch Tim for a while?” He stroked over his
fur and he growled pushing his head into Larkin’s hand. Then he strode into
their room and jumped onto the bed to lie beside Tim.
Larkin went downstairs to fetch a drink. While pouring a glass, he felt his
brother coming closer and finally standing beside him.
“Brother-mine, how are you?” Slowly he turned around. Teàrlach was clearly in a
good mood and smiled.
“I am just fine, thank you, bro.” He accepted the drink from Larkin, who poured
another one for himself.
“But you aren’t, are you?” Larkin shook his head and started pacing.
“No, I am not. It’s Tim. He still can’t or want to talk about the things which
had been done to him. We were in bed and he made me come. We were kissing and
snogging and it was good. But he …”
“Did he run away? Is he alright?” He was really worried.
“No, he just started to shake all over, turned away from me and fell asleep.
Wolverine is with him now.”
“He has to talk about it. Otherwise he won’t heal.”
“I know. I told him. But I can’t force him to talk about it.”
“Yes, you can. You could hypnotize him to talk or to forget.”
“I won’t do that, Teàrlach. It would be wrong.” Teàrlach sighed.
“Of course it would be wrong. But if it helps?”
“It will only suppress his memories. They could be triggered by a dagger, a
rope or a squash-ball some day. I won’t have that.”
“The only thing you can do is waiting then.”
“Obviously; or I could ask John.”
“Ask John what?”
“Ask John what happened to Tim. He should know it.”
“If he wants to talk to you, it’s fine. I will be there, too.”
“Don’t you trust me?” He just looked him into the eyes.
“I don’t want him to get hurt. We had quite enough of that.”
“Agreed, brother-mine. So may I ask him?” Teàrlach nodded his approval. Then
both of them went to look for John.
***
John had fallen asleep after the wild sex with Teàrlach. Him being a half-breed
made him weaker than a normal vampire. When he woke up, he reached out for
Teàrlach, but he was gone. Slowly he swung his legs over the edge and rubbed
his eyes. He yawned strongly and cracked his jaw. Carefully he let his tongue
glide over his canines. He wished them to move back and it worked. He shook his
head and walked into the bath. He brushed his teeth and made his fangs move up
and down while brushing. Afterwards he showered and even found some fresh
clothes. He got a pair of old faded jeans and a jumper. He had no idea where
the jumper came from. Perhaps back from their trip. He sighed. But he still
felt rather cold, so he put it on.
He went down the aisle and knocked at Larkin’s and Tim’s door. There was no
answer but a hushed growl. Slowly and carefully he opened the door and found
the wolf standing in front of the bed. John stood ramrod and just watched Tim’s
sleeping form. He went down on his knees and sat on his heels. He reached out
for the alpha. He could still do the mind-reading and connect to animals; even
with the collar on.
“Please, wolverine. Let me touch you again. Take me back into your pack.
Please?” He perked up his ears and slowly approached John. He circled several
times, before he stood in front of him. John knew he had to be accepted back
into the pack again. That’s why he offered his throat while crouching deep onto
the floor. The alpha sniffed his throat and breathed over his face. And then he
licked him once over. When he was done, John reached out and he let him pet his
head.
“Thank you, wolverine.” He stroked his ears and slowly got up again checking on
Tim. He was still sleeping.
“I will be back later.” The wolf sent his approval and jumped back up on the
bed. John went downstairs to feed. He wasn’t sure, if he wanted real food or
just blood. He just would have to try and see how it felt. For now he was
happy, that he was accepted back into the pack. He heated some blood and
experimented with the Weetabix and the marshmallows. Afterwards he tried honey
and several spices. When he was on the fourth mug, he needed to belch.
Obviously a vampire could have too much blood. Or was it a half-breed thing
again? He was wondering, but felt very sated. He was leaning against the
counter, when he sensed Larkin.
“John, I need to talk to you.” He stood in the entryway looking him up and
down.
“What about?”
“Tim.” John looked surprised.
“Did something happen? I just saw him with wolverine and he was sleeping.”
“He let you in?”
“I asked for being taken back into the pack. Wolverine decided it was OK. I
accepted him as the alpha and I was forgiven.”
“I see, I really do.” Larkin nodded and added:
“And it’s not a half-breed thing.” John belched at that and right after that,
Teàrlach entered the kitchen.
“John, you are disgusting. Did you leave some for us?”
“I only had four mugs. I need to experiment on texture and flavour.”
“Not all at once, please. Now, did Larkin tell you, what he wants?”
“He said, he wanted to talk about Tim.”
“Exactly. I will be with you, if you decide to talk about it. Please Larkin,
ask him.”
“I need to know exactly, what was done to Tim; both by you and the Goddess.”
“I am fairly sure, you don’t want to know that.” He just shook his head.
“Tim wouldn’t talk about it. His problems are not only mental but have physical
effects.”
“Jesus, bro, tell him!” Teàrlach interrupted and handed two glasses out to
them. John looked surprised.
“Tim can’t get off anymore.” He darkly stared at John.
“What?” He was surprised and had to take a sip.
“We were together, we had fun, he was able to kiss and touch and made me come.
But he didn’t get hard at all. And he doesn’t want to talk about any of it.”
“He wants to forget. When the play turned into torture he bore it, because he
thought of a quicker rescue or of me helping him. But the longer I was with
her, the more careless I became.” He took another sip.
“I fully recognized my doing and it shocked me now and then. I stopped, I was
terrified, and I helped him, fed him and made him drink. Soon after I was
starting to think of my crown and my own dimension again.” Teàrlach refilled
his glass.
“But what did you do?” Larkin became stroppy.
“If I am going to tell you, do you promise not to harm me?”
“That’s exactly why my brother is here with us.” John stood closer to Teàrlach
and almost hid behind him.
“John, you are shaking. Sit down on the sofa. Larkin, have a seat in one of the
armchairs.” Both of them sat down. John inhaled and exhaled several times and
started to talk.
***
Larkin had his glass refilled several times. He didn’t comment anything, didn’t
say a word, he just listened. When John had finished his speech, he downed the
rest of his drink and got up.
“You are lucky, my brother is here. And you are lucky because I know exactly,
what she can do to you. And what the other dimension does to you. It alters
your behaviour, it warps your mind. I have been through all this, too. Through
all this.” He sighed and looked back at him.
“I do see your intention to help now and in the past. If Tim can handle you, so
can I.” Teàrlach obviously relaxed. John looked at Larkin with wet eyes and
when he cried, they weren’t blood.
“Thank you!” He sobbed and his shoulders shook. Larkin reached out for John and
stroked through his hair. He placed the glass on the bar and left the room.
Teàrlach felt him leaving the castle. He wanted to follow, but then decided to
stay with his.
***
Tim woke up and knew Larkin was gone. But he knew, he wouldn't be far. He
turned to the side and found his face buried in soft fur. He opened his eyes
and looked at wolverine.
“Hallo beautiful. Were you watching me?” He got nudged and smiled. His hand
drove over his back against the flow and the wolf closed his eyes and almost
purred. He placed his arm over the wolf and closed his eyes again. Lazily he
enjoyed the wolf’s company and waited for Larkin to return. Soon after he fell
asleep again.
Tim dreamt. He dreamt of Dharma. But she didn't look like her former self. She
was a black shadow with some sort of wings on her back. She floated right in
front of him. Tim was sweating and moving restlessly on the bed. He breathed
open-mouthed. The wolf sat beside him and decided to wake him.
The male started to moan and his body arched off the bed, but he wouldn't wake
up. The wolf carefully bit into his thigh. The pain made Tim jerk and he sat up
panting loudly. He needed help, he needed Larkin. He tried to get up and off
the bed, but couldn't stand on his shaking legs. He was shaking all over and
freezing. He fell down on the carpet and curled into a ball. The wolf ran out
of the room to get his mate. He sniffed and only found Teàrlach and his half-
breed. He ran howling into the room and made both of them jump. He sent
pictures of Tim and that made them running upstairs.
Teàrlach knelt beside Tim and shook him.
“Tim! What happened? Are you hurt?” John knelt at his other side.
“He is in shock. He is freezing.” He draped a blanket over Tim and rubbed his
back. The wolf joined them. Suddenly Tim began to whisper.
“It was her. The Goddess. I saw her in my dream. She came to me. She was a
black shadow with wings. It was her.” He kept repeating himself and John and
Teàrlach looked at each other.
“Is that even possible?” John asked.
“I do hope it was only a nightmare. I don't know what to do, if not.”
“Let's get him under the duvet again.” John reached out, but Teàrlach shook his
head.
“No, John. Don't touch him. Not yet.” And he lifted him up and pulled the duvet
over him. The wolf crawled close and shared his warmth. Very slowly Tim came
down again. His eyes focused and found Teàrlach's.
“It didn't feel like a nightmare. And she came for the weakest again.”
“I am telling you again, Tim, you are nothing but weak. Start trusting yourself
again. You do have power. I can feel it.”
“I am nothing but a sodding wreck!” Tim screamed wildly. He hit and pushed at
anything in his reach, the wolf, Teàrlach and even himself. He scratched over
his skin and pulled at strands of his hair. Teàrlach held him down and tried to
glamour him.
“Tim, come down. Everything will be fine again. There is no need to panic.”
John felt the glamour pour out of his and over Tim. The white of his eyes
showed, but he calmed down. His grip was hard and the wolf yelped. John felt
awful. What could he do?
“Go and get him a drink and some sleeping-pills, John. And try to reach Larkin.
He is needed here.” John sadly left the room. What was he good for? She could
have contacted him, he was weak, too. A weak half-breed, worth nothing in both
worlds. He stomped down the stairs and poured a drink first. He took the bottle
and another glass and moved back upstairs, while trying to reach Larkin.
“Tim needs you, Larkin. Where the fuck are you?” He wasn't able to sense him,
he was gone. He returned to their sleeping-room, where he found his still
pouring glamour over Tim, who was still fighting against the grip.
“No, no, no! Please, not again! No!” His voice became hoarse and he really
looked sort of insane.
“He will hurt himself, John. Do something!”
“What do you want me to do? Restrain him?” His own laugh sounded hysterical.
“Is everybody going insane here? Get him some meds, John, fuck you!” John came
to again and ran into their bath to get the med-kit.
“Hold him down. I am going to inject some soothers. He will sleep for some
hours.” Teàrlach used his magic now. His hands hovered over Tim's body and
pressed him into the mattress. Tim's voice was gone and he sobbed. John pushed
the needle into his skin and injected the full load. After a few seconds all
movements stopped and Tim lost his consciousness. They both looked down at him.
“Where is my fucking brother, John?”
“I don't know, I couldn't sense him.” Teàrlach looked up.
“You couldn't sense him? What do you mean?”
“It felt like he is gone. Vanished. Left left.” Teàrlach closed his eyes and
felt the same. Nothing at all he felt.
“Fuck, what's going on?”
“Do you think it's her somehow? Is it possible? Was it a vision Tim had?”
“We need to find out. I have to cast a spell or two. I need supplies. You stay
here until I am back. Don't leave him and this room. I have everything stored
here and I won't take long.” He rushed out of the room and left John behind,
who just poured another drink.
Suddenly he heard a soft whining noise and looked down at the wolf.
“Oh dear, wolverine. Let me help you. Come to the bathroom with me.” The wolf
followed John and held his head up for him to examine closer. Tim had torn off
some fur and scratched the skin bloody. Also his snout was hurt. John drained a
towel with cold water and placed it on his snout. The whining stopped and the
wolf lowered himself on his side. John let his fingers glide over his body but
found no other injuries. He wiped off the blood and soon the bleeding stopped.
He could have used his magic, but the collar was still on. Well, he was a
former army doctor.
“John, I need your assistance.”
“Stay on the rug some more time, wolverine. Nobody will leave.” The wolf
snorted, but stayed behind.
“Coming!” He called out for Teàrlach and returned to the main room. Teàrlach
had gathered his needed supplies and placed them on the floor. He had already
moved the carpet away and sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor. John looked
at candles, runes and little boxes filled with unknown ingredients.
“I need you to help me. I need your powers here. I will take your collar off.”
John hesitated.
“What if she attacks? What if ..?”
“You are strong and you are mine. She can't harm you.”
“I am yours. She can't harm me. Bloody hell, love, you can't do that to me. But
I do agree to the first part.” He grinned a lopsided grin and sat opposite of
him on the floor. If Teàrlach was surprised, he didn't show it.
“Hold my hands, love.” He took his hands and closed his eyes. He felt his power
connect with him and the connection was established. The room was filled with
electricity and he tingled all over.
Then Teàrlach started chanting. Words of a long forgotten language were spoken
and John knew better than to interrupt. His incantation took some time and when
he stopped, his body fell to the side. John kept holding his hands because he
didn’t want to break the connection. He looked paler than ever and was
completely exhausted. He started to whisper:
“He vanished. He is gone. I didn’t feel him die. She took him.”
“So you think, she really is still around? It was a vision Tim had and not a
nightmare? And that she took Larkin somehow?” Teàrlach just nodded.
“I don’t think, I know. I found a trace, while I searched for Larkin.” He
sighed and licked his lips then.
“Could you please get me some blood, John? I need to feed. You can break the
connection now.”
“Of course. Just hold on.” He ran downstairs and prepared a Thermos for him.
Then he helped him sit up in an armchair and sip his blood. He sat on the
armrest and was wondering, what he could do now. Larkin was gone, Tim was a
wreck, Teàrlach was clueless and he was a half-breed.
“We have to restore Tim. Bring him back to life. Go and tell him about Larkin.
Maybe that shakes him awake to fight with us. I will brew some potions and do
some reading. Let’s meet tonight in the library.” John just nodded and left
him. He checked on the wolf and found him asleep on the rug in the bathroom. He
left and went back to Tim, who had changed his position and was on his side
almost completely hidden under the duvet.
John sat beside him and gently poked him.
“Tim? Wake up!” But he just groaned and moved away from the touch.
“Tim! We need your help! Larkin has disappeared. She really is back! We need to
re-group!” And he poked a bit harder into his body, which made him jerk and
open his eyes. He saw John towering over him and a shrill scream escaped him.
John moved away at once and held out his hands in a gesture of peace.
“Come down! I am not harming you! You are safe with Teàrlach and me and the
pack. Did you hear what I said?” He just sat there and looked at John for a
minute.
“Larkin is gone? Did she take him?” Finally he answered the question.
“We assume so. What you saw was no nightmare, it was indeed a vision. Teàrlach
knows. We are going to meet tonight in the library. We need you, Tim. Larkin
needs you in combat-mode. Do you think you can manage?” John looked into his
eyes and he looked into his.
“For Larkin I can. I will be right down and brew some coffee. I need to eat
something.”
“I will prepare something.” He turned around but was stopped again.
“John? Wait, please.” He looked over his shoulder.
“Yes?” Tim swallowed.
“Where is your collar?”
“Teàrlach took it off due to our incantation. He needed my powers.” Tim nodded.
John left.
***** Dark Winged *****
Chapter Summary
     See chapter 1
Larkin floated. At least he had the feeling he was. He couldn’t remember how he
got here. Where was here anyway?
He couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel and he couldn’t touch anything, not even his
own body. At first it had felt nice, but after hours of floating he became a
prisoner inside his non-existing body.
He tried to reach his brother or Tim. He tried even John and then the pack. But
nothing worked. The line was dead as his brother would have said.
And then he heard her voice.
“Don’t you finally realise, Larkin? I am a Goddess. You cannot kill me.” The
laughing made his nerves twitch.
“You? How is that possible? You were burnt!”
“You cannot burn a spirit!” And she let her powers brush over his soul. Larkin
felt pain, he had never endured before. It was in his head only. He had no body
left to jerk or the possibility to blackout.
“I am even stronger than before!” She laughed.
“Where am I?”
“In my new dimension where no bodies are needed. Tim already saw me in his
vision. He went almost mad, I liked it.”
She chuckled madly. “By the way, I have wings now, isn’t that funny? They are
black of course.”
“What did you do to me?”
“I took your body and hid it. And then I took your soul with me. You are the
first one to arrive. And when you are all together again, I will kill you one
by one. I only have to decide about the sequence and who will watch whom
dying.” She laughed wildly and disappeared. The pain stayed.
***
That night they met in the library. Teàrlach looked at both John and Tim.
“I did some research. I found nothing on killed Goddesses becoming dark angels.
I have no idea how we can fight her or free Larkin.”
“I am sure she wants to kill all of us. She will be waiting to kill him until
she has us all.” John stated looking around. Teàrlach nodded and Tim answered.
“If one of us goes, we will be having the same dilemma as before. She will have
us one by one, torture us for an unknown time and finally kill us, when the fun
is over.”
“You are right of course. We will have to find a solution. We have to reach
Larkin somehow.”
“You know, I could always reach her by throwing my runes before, no matter
where she was. She answered me through the runes. If I would try that and she
would establish a connection, couldn’t we trace her?”
“That’s actually quite a good idea, Tim.” John said slowly and started pacing
in front of the fire-place.
“Teàrlach, could you follow her path?” He shrugged.
“I am not sure.” Tim said in a low voice:
“Teàrlach, I was wondering, if you and Larkin were the only old ones being with
her. Are there perhaps more of us around, who hold a grudge against her and who
might be able to help?” Teàrlach looked up at that.
“She always had sorcerers and magical creatures working for her. And the day
she got fed up she killed them, at least tortured them. Let me think.” The oven
dinged and John walked back into the kitchen. He had actually made some
chocolate cookies. They were mainly to soothe Tim, but he would like to eat
some, too. He returned with freshly brewed coffee, cookies and heated blood.
Tim devoured some cookies.
***
Larkin floated. He couldn’t do anything about it. The pain was intense and
unstoppable. There was no up and down, no left and right. He had no idea, how
long he would made it like this. He felt the madness creeping up. And his mind
cried out for his.
***
Tim almost choked on his cookie. He could hear Larkin, he could feel his pain.
He concentrated but didn’t reach out. He was afraid to be pulled over, too. He
looked up at Teàrlach.
“I can hear him. He is in pain. Everything is dark around him.” Teàrlach at
once established a connection through Tim and took over. Tim was gone, but the
path was there. He couldn’t feel her though.
“Brother-mine? We are here, we will be helping. Stay with us!” And he cut the
connection afraid of her crossing over. He looked at John.
“He is in pain. She is torturing him and I couldn’t see a thing around him. I
could only feel his mind, his soul.”
“Teàrlach, what did you do to Tim?” He turned around to see the crumpled form
of Tim hanging over the sofa’s armrest.
“Oh, I took him over and pushed his being aside.”
“You did what? And I had to wear a collar?” John stood beside Tim and looked
down. Tim was drooling, he was just a shell. His true self hid deep inside.
“Don’t get upset, it was the only way to communicate with Larkin.”
“Do something, bring him back!” He carefully touched Tim, who was getting cold
already. He felt some magic brushing over and Tim’s eyes focused again. He
wiped his mouth.
“What happened? I felt him. What ..?”
“I used you, Tim. I am sorry, but I had to. I needed to establish a connection
and try to find a path over. It only worked halfway.”
“It’s OK. I would do it for Larkin again and again. Don’t be upset, John. I had
worse.” And he took another cookie.
John winced and turned around.
“I know that …” He just murmured under his breath. He looked up and found
Teàrlach.
“Will I be useful here? If you need to suck power off of me, just call me. I
will come running.”
“Don’t be an idiot, John. Of course you are useful. We do need your power. I
will have to do another incantation combined with Tim’s rune powers.” He
sighed.
“OK, I am sorry. It’s just, I feel so unworthy. I can’t do anything to help, I
am a half-breed, Larkin hates me, Tim loathes me.”
“Fuck John, stop whining!” Tim got up and stood in front of John.
“You have no bloody reason!”
“Oh, haven’t I?” And he showed his fangs.
“So what? Do you want me to get a pair of tongs?” John snarled, but Tim was
back and so was his magic. He pushed with all his might and John flew against
the wall. Stone crumbled and John sat on a pile of rocks shaking his head.
“Tell him to stop, Teàrlach!” John prompted.
“Tell him yourself, you are a grown-up.” John looked at Tim.
“Do you want to fight? Let’s go outside then.”
“That’s not what I meant, John.”
“OK, let’s go. I feel like payback.” Tim said. John got up very slowly.
“I am a vampire, you know? This won’t last long!”
“I am a powerful sorcerer. I have powers, too.” And they walked out on the
bailey.
“You two remembered the last time this happened? Tim? I threw you through the
wall. Stop it at once.”
“I can use the same hole again, if you wish.” His eyes were almost pitch-black.
“Tim, no black magic in here. I won’t repeat myself.” At the same time John
jumped all the way over to Tim and pushed him to the floor. He snarled and
bared his fangs. Tim cast a spell and moved his hands through the air. John
flew a few metres backwards and sat on his bum. Even though they both got
closer again.
“I don’t want to get one of you badly hurt! This is my last warning!” Teàrlach
stood right in the middle and no one listened. He grabbed both of them by the
neck and shook them. They were up in the air being shaken wildly around. None
of them had the power to fight him, so he kept shaking until both of them
begged him to stop. He dropped them down and both of them swayed a few steps.
“Are you going to stop this now? We have to fight together!”
“I won’t listen to more accusations!” John stated with a whining-mode.
“I won’t listen to his whining! I have reasons to whine!” Tim accusingly
pointed a finger at John.
“You did during the last days and weeks on end!” Both of them made moves
towards each other again and now Teàrlach used pure force. His mind overpowered
John’s.
“I sired you! Behave! Go upstairs and wait for me!” John cringed but had to
obey. Like a puppet with strings he walked inside and disappeared.
“And you, Tim! Concentrate on Larkin. You want him back, don’t you? So do
behave, too!” He torched over his soul once and Tim fell down on his knees.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You had enough of that, you were right. But I will,
if you won’t work together. We need our powers combined!”
“I will behave! Please let go, Teàrlach!” He loosened the grip on Tim and
waited for him to get up. The thought he had, when he looked at Tim was
“Beautiful like that!”.
“Stay in your room and wait, please? I will deal with John.” Tim nodded and
left. Teàrlach stood and closed his eyes. What was happening? Everything was
fine and now she was back and everybody went mad again. He needed to see John.
Now.
When he entered their room, John just stood there. He wasn’t able to do
anything else until Teàrlach told him to. He trembled with rage and looked at
Teàrlach who released him.
Teàrlach looked rather sad, when John didn’t say anything. He didn’t hold him
back, when he left their room without a word.
***
John couldn’t say anything. This was the bloody end of their relationship. He
wasn’t anyone’s slave. He would stay until the fight was over and they had
saved Larkin. If he would die in the process, it was fine. If not, he had to
see. He would survive somehow as a half-breed. But he had to leave Teàrlach.
He went down to the basement to sit on the sarcophagus. Since the collar wasn’t
back on, he could light some fire in the baskets. He then wished for blood and
blankets. He asked himself, if it would be even possible to leave the one who
sired him.
If so, perhaps the army would take him back? His fighting skills had improved
and he was almost unstoppable. He had to think of a way to survive and he
doesn’t want to hide for the rest of his half-dead life.
And even though he still desired Teàrlach and really loved him, he would always
ask himself, if he was forcing his will to think like this or if it was him
having all this feelings. He couldn’t be sure of that. Never again.
***
Tim stood in front of the mirror and stared into his own black pupils. He
willed them to return to their normal colour.
“What the fuck happened just out there? Teàrlach is taking both of us over. If
this ever will be over, I will leave at once with Larkin. And if he dies in the
process, it will be the end for me, too. I won’t stay with these two maniacs.”
He shook his head and heard Teàrlach enter.
“Tim?” He left the bathroom.
“Yes?” He looked at Teàrlach his face blank.
“Are you alright?” He nodded.
“What about John? What did you do? What did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. He just left the room. I think, he is downstairs
brooding.”
“I’d understand it, if he does, you know? He is not your slave. You manhandle
him like a puppet. Perhaps the fight would have cleared the air, made us feel
better. Now he hates you. You had that before, but now it is even worse.”
“If I would have let you two fight each other to the end, something bad could
have happened. You could have hurt yourselves, kill yourselves even. I don’t
want that. I couldn’t stand that!”
“Why didn’t you say so outside? These words would have probably stopped him.
They would have stopped me.”
“I still don’t understand human interaction, their behaviour. I just act. After
thinking about it, I see it more clearly, but then it is always too late.”
“The only way is to go downstairs and talk to him.”
“He won’t talk to me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I saw his face, when I came back to our room. I saw his body language.”
“And you just let him go?”
“I could have forced him to stay, but it felt wrong.”
“Did you try to reach him?”
“He has a shield up. He can do that again, since I didn’t put the collar back
on.”
“Write him a letter and place it on the basement door.”
“Write a letter?”
“Yes, explain yourself and your actions. Try to be honest. Write everything
down, you just told me. There is nothing else you can do.”
“But all the time I tried to be honest, it was wrong, too. He ran away and
left. No matter what I tried, I was doing it wrong. I think lying would be
wrong, but sometimes it isn’t. I just don’t get it!” Teàrlach was desperate
again. Tim stepped up and carefully placed a hand on his arm.
“Just write down, what you just told me. Don’t try to think, just write your
thoughts. If you need me, I will be there for you.” Teàrlach looked into Tim’s
eyes.
“Thank you, Tim. Larkin is lucky to have found you. I never thought it was
possible, but there you are.” He smiled and tenderly caressed his hair. Tim
leant into the touch.
“After you pushed me through the wall and pulled power off the earth, I thought
I had to die. I killed a few soldiers, after I needed to crawl away. I was so
full of fear and hate. After the kill, I fled the country and found Larkin.”
“And you killed the janitor and his wife.” His hand sharply pulled at Tim’s
hair. Tim followed the pull and hissed.
“Yes, I did. I needed information and I was full of hate. I wanted to torture,
rape and kill.”
“It’s nothing we could change now. At least you are honest.”
“I really am sorry.” He looked into Teàrlach’s eyes.
“Are you asking for forgiveness? Or would you rather fancy something else?”
Tim’s eyes widened and he swallowed. He exactly knew, what he was asking him.
He shook his head.
“I am verbally asking for forgiveness. I am not asking for anything fancy. I
saw the look on your face, when you found John torturing me. And when you
brought me down just outside. You liked it and you became hard. I can’t have
any of that.”
“Such a shame, Tim. I saw everything in your brain, John did to you and then I
saw the two of you in her sleeping-room. I so did like, what I saw. And you
were just beautiful out there. But if you change your mind, I am here.” He
released Tim and stepped back.
“Just write the letter and try to keep yours.” Tim fled downstairs and into the
library, where he tried to find a book he could relax with. Some minutes after
the wolf entered and sat beside him. Tim’s hand buried into his fur and he
began talking to him.
“I am not safe here. Not anymore. I thought, I was with Teàrlach, but I am not.
Larkin is gone. I am alone, except for you. But I can’t leave, because we have
to rescue Larkin. If we can’t, I don’t know what to do or where to go. I don’t
know, if I will survive. I don’t even know, if Teàrlach would let me leave.”
The wolf licked his hand. Tim patted his head and got up to get a drink. He
strolled through the library and scanned over the books. He hoped to find
something about rune magic, bodiless dimensions or whatever. He finally found a
book about runes, which he took back to his armchair. He pulled his legs under
and started to read.
***
Teàrlach really considered writing a letter. He even tried but got lost in
confusion. He wasn’t able to put words together in sentences making sense.
Fuck, he had even hit on Tim. He remembered him kneeling, after he had brushed
his soul. He had noticed his longish hair and his huge eyes looking up at him
with fear.
God, he needed John. He had always been the one who told him, what was right or
wrong. He must continue with it. Perhaps he should ask for his help right away
instead of stuttering dumbly around the matter. He will plead. He wanted him to
stay, to be with him.
He walked downstairs to his former tomb. John looked up when Teàrlach
approached, but said nothing. Teàrlach swallowed his fear.
“John, I am sorry. Really sorry. I thought I had no choice. I didn’t want you
or Tim to get hurt. I was only protecting.”
“Saying sorry won’t help this time. You made me your slave. You pulled my
strings and made me dance.”
“I didn’t want you two to get hurt, John.”
“You could have intervened later.”
“Yes, I could have. I didn’t. I am sorry.” Slowly he came closer.
“Don’t. I don’t want you near me.” He stopped dead.
“Don’t say something like that. Please.” He was close to crying.
“Are you begging?” Teàrlach didn't have to think about his answer.
“Yes, I am. I am begging because I need you, I am begging you to stay. I am
begging you to forgive me. I crave you. I don’t want to loose you. And I still
need your help with every day’s life.” That got John’s attention.
“You are serious.”
“Yes, I am serious. Please stay.”
“I am staying. We are going to find and rescue Larkin. We need to research
about the destruction of the Goddess.” John just stated facts. Teàrlach just
stated:
“And I need to apologize to Tim.”
“What did you do to Tim?” John looked shocked and Teàrlach didn’t answer.
“Tell me!”
“I pulled his hair. I had fantasies. I wanted him.” He only whispered.
“What the fuck! Why did you pull his hair?” John wanted to know and suddenly
there were images in his head. Afterwards he could only close his mouth.
Teàrlach wouldn't look at him.
“Yes, yes, I know. He was so desperate, he wanted to help me. I thought of
something else, but it was only for a short time.”
“You bastard!”
“I am sorry!”
“You can’t repair the world by saying sorry, Teàrlach!” John shouted.
“I need your help! I can’t deal with the bloody world without you!”
“Listen. If we manage to save Larkin and kill Dharma, we will be leaving this
castle and find a home somewhere else. Perhaps Canada, where we can live by
ourselves, undisturbed.”
“It will be wherever you want, John.”
“I just really hope, you won’t pull my strings again.”
“It was the only possibility, I saw back then.”
“So I see. Well, don’t expect me to be close to you soon. I need time. I
promise to try. I do feel horrible, but I still love you. I will be staying
opposite our room.”
“Thank you.”
“Now go and apologize to Tim.” Teàrlach turned around and left. Slowly he
walked back up the stairs and listened. He felt Tim in the library reading. He
even knocked on the door. Tim turned around and jumped out of the armchair,
when he saw him. Teàrlach stopped.
“I talked to John. He will stay. I said, I am sorry. I said some more.”
“That’s good than, isn’t it?” He nodded.
“Yes, it is. And I want to tell you, too, that I am sorry. I didn’t mean to
trigger something. It just shot into my head. I am truly sorry.”
“Apology accepted.”
“Thank you.” Teàrlach turned around to go upstairs again, but Tim stopped him.
“Teàrlach, what are we going to do now?”
“I want to try another incantation, so I will suck power off of you two. We
should try to combine your rune magic with John’s sorcerer skills and my
special magic abilities.”
“That sounds good.”
“If you feel Larkin again, let me know at once. I will probably have to invade
again. Tell me now, if it’s still OK with you.”
“It is. Whatever you need to do to help and bring back Larkin, I will do it.
Whatever!”
“Good. Let’s meet tonight then. Have something to eat to restore your powers
and energy level.”
“I will do that. And since John is able to digest, I will cook something for
him, too.”
“Very good. I will be back after dinner.” He slowly strolled out of the library
and Tim looked at his back. He sighed and took his glass and went back to the
kitchen. He checked their supplies and found them newly restored. He threw
together some stew and then used his magical power to reach out for John.
“Dinner is ready. Are you up for it?”
“You are making me dinner?”
“Yes, I do. Even though I shouldn’t and it does trigger bad memories.”
“I will be right up.” John didn’t teleport but used the stairs. He leant
against the door-frame and waited. Tim turned around when sensing his presence.
“Don’t act childish and do come in, John.” He sat at the counter and folded his
hands.
“Thank you for making me dinner after everything.” Tim nodded.
“It's fine. We have to work together. Afterwards we will go separate ways.”
John looked almost sad at Tim, but Tim didn’t react to that. Instead he just
asked:
“Did you find anything in the books?” Tim shook his head.
“Not really. There was a book about rune magic, but it held nothing I didn’t
already know.”
“What are we supposed to be doing against a black shadow with wings?”
“Did Teàrlach contact others?”
“He didn’t say. I have no idea.” Tim filled two bowls with the stew and sat
opposite of John. Right then the alpha appeared beside the table. Tim got up at
once and filled a bowl with stew for the wolf.
“Here we go, beautiful. Have dinner with us.”
“Teàrlach doesn’t like it when …” Tim placed the bowl in front of the wolf.
“I don’t fucking care. I don’t like everything he does, especially to me. So
what?”
“I am just saying …” Tim had to close his eyes. His aggression level was
building up quickly.
“Just don’t …” And he sat back on his bar-stool. The alpha was happy and wagged
his tail. Silence was up between them while they ate.
***
Larkin kept floating. His screaming went on and on. He just couldn’t stop it.
Sometimes he wondered about his body. But he was a vampire anyway, so what
should happen to him? He could only die because of blood-loss, if this would
take more than decades. Until then he would be insane anyway.
He stopped thinking again and started to scream. And since he could only scream
in his mind he wouldn’t get even hoarse. The level of pain increased and
decreased alternately. He wondered, if she would be back and talk to him again
or if she just left to let him be.
“Larkin!” Her voice pierced into his being and he mentally twitched.
“Of course I am coming back to you. I want to see you suffer some more!” She
was laughing wildly and appeared.
“How did you manage to survive?” Larkin dared to ask, since it didn’t matter
anyway.
“Well, since you are going to die anyway and won’t see any member of your coven
ever again, I might tell you. You stabbed me. You stuck a knife in my neck. I
burnt to ashes. But due to some blood on the blade combined with some of Tim’s
under my nails, I was able to cast a spell. Of course it wasn’t strong enough
to fully recover, but it was enough. That’s how I became this.” She flew closer
and pulled him into her wings’ embrace. The touch was like acid, even though he
didn’t have any skin. Or did he? He had no idea. He kept on screaming.
“What a beautiful sound!” She pressed her wings together and hurt him even
more. He blacked out but she brought him back at once.
“Perhaps I should put you back into your body for a while to get you to
recover. At least I could send you visions. I don’t want you to die too soon.”
She pressed on and he kept on screaming.
“Yes, I will do that right now!”
***
John scratched his fork over the plate and Tim closed his eyes over the sound
of that. The wolf had his ears beside his head and looked annoyed. John didn’t
seem to notice at all. Tim poked him with his fork and his head shot up.
“Please stop doing that, John. It’s a horrible sound.” John looked at his fork.
“Oh, I didn’t notice. I am sorry.” He laid the fork down and got up.
“Where do you think you are going? We have to regroup in a few.”
“Just some fresh air. I will be right back.” The wolf followed him outside. Tim
looked at his back and shook his head.
“Why? Why did all this happen? Why can’t we rewind everything to the point,
when everything was simple? Larkin was evil and so was I. Teàrlach and John
were happy together. Fuck …”
***
John felt Tim’s eyes on his back and he felt his regrets, too. He could sense
his thoughts; his shield was strong, but not strong enough to completely shut
him out.
“Yes, Tim, you are right. Why can’t we just go back in time? That would be the
easy thing to do. I would be a simple soldier-boy in love, you would just use
your magic for the army and worshipping your Goddess.” He was standing out in
the bailey and watched the sky fall dark.
Suddenly there was electricity humming and the wolf started to growl.
“What is it, wolverine? Do you sense it, too?” John turned around slowly and
prepared to fight. The humming became intense and suddenly the air was
flickering. He saw a shape forming out of nothing and then he saw her. At once
he put up a shield and was damn happy to be non-collared.
“John, you are still here! I am quite unhappy about the fact, I am left without
a body.”
“Dharma, what did you do to Larkin?” She giggled.
“What do you think?”
“I think, it might actually be better to not know.”
“Anyway, I am returning him to his coven. At least for a while. He needs his
strength, you all do.”
“Where is he?”
“He is right here with me. I will return him now. I want you to take good care
of him. And I want you to know, I will be back for him and for the rest of
you!” She flew closer but couldn’t reach through the shield.
“Piss off, Dharma!” She laughed.
“Why are you a vampire? And why are you only a half-breed?” She shook her head.
“Didn’t Teàrlach do it right, did he? Well, well …” She raised herself high
above the cobblestones and John followed her moves. She clicked her fingers and
Larkin’s body dropped to the ground. The thud was mean, but he didn’t make a
sound. Dharma laughed and left. John ran up to Larkin and turned him on his
back. His skin was grey and he looked like shit.
“Teàrlach! Tim! Get the fuck out here with some blood!” Teàrlach came out the
very moment; he must have been on his way already.
“Fuck, how is he? She was shielded until she left and dropped him. I couldn’t
sense her.” He knelt beside his brother and carefully touched his hair. Tim
came out holding some bags with blood. He fell down on his knees on Larkin’s
other side.
“Larkin, love, can you hear me?” He cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his
cold lips. There was no reaction. He tore open a bag of blood and forced it
into him. Suddenly Larkin started to suck on the plastic and swallow the blood.
He ate all the bags and looked a bit better afterwards. His eyes fluttered open
and found Tim. He reached out for him.
“Tim!” He could only croak.
“She really brought me back, I can’t believe it.”
“What happened to you, bro?” Larkin turned his head a bit to see his brother.
He smiled.
“I am happy, I thought I would never see you again. She told me I wouldn’t, but
she changed her mind. We need to be safe; I can’t go back to that hell. We have
to find a way.”
“You have to recover, Larkin. I will help you. First we will get you inside and
I will brew a potion. I started doing this again. Tim will stay with you, so
will wolverine.”
“I will take guard. I will have my senses out for her. If she returns and tries
anything I will fight her.” Teàrlach nodded his approval towards John and
disappeared inside holding Larkin to his chest. Tim was left kneeling on the
cobblestones surrounded by empty blood-bags. He was staring at Teàrlach's
disappearing figure.
“Tim?” John very carefully approached. Tim didn't react. He touched his
shoulder, still nothing. After a few minutes Tim got up very slowly and turned
his attention to John.
“Watch out. I will go inside to be with him. I will get some more blood.” He
was mumbling some more John didn't understand. He just watched Tim swaying back
inside. The wolf looked at John and he nodded once. The wolf followed Tim. John
stood all by himself and was wondering if, he would be better off with his own
dimension and a crown. He sighed.
***
Teàrlach placed Larkin on the bed. He looked into his brother's eyes which
wouldn't leave his own.
“Please don't let me fall asleep. Talk to me, stay with me.”
“You have to rest, Larkin.” He shook his head.
“She threatened to send me visions. I can't have that. I need blood. Tim. Where
is Tim?”
“He will be right with you.” Actually Teàrlach was asking this himself. Larkin
clutched at his hand and wouldn't let go.
“I had no body, but I felt the pain. It was dark. The pain was intense. Please
don't leave me alone and bring some more candles.” He summoned a lot of candles
and lit them by magic. Then he crept into the bed and under the duvet with his
brother. A thing he hadn't done for hundreds of years, the last time had been,
when they were still living with their mother, when they were still humans.
***
Tim stepped into their bedroom with a Thermos of blood. He stopped in front of
the bed and watched the brothers curled against each other. They were resting.
A thing they rarely did. Tim sighed and placed the blood on Larkin's side on
the bedside table. He thought for only a second. He put on pyjamas and got
under the duvet on Larkin's other side. His arm went over his hips and he
pulled himself close to him.
He felt two fuzzy minds, when he reached out. One was filled with sexual
tension, regret and guilt and the other was full of pain. He reached out and
tried to sooth. He was used to black magic, but he could do this, too. He felt
power and strength was leaving his body floating over into his. Soon after he
gave what he could, he fell asleep. The last thing he felt was Teàrlach's hand
covering his and Larkin murmuring his name.
Teàrlach was resting, but was also too restless to stay like this for long. He
opened his eyes. His hand was still holding Tim’s above Larkin’s hip. He looked
into his brother’s face. He seemed to be sleeping without nightmares. He
carefully let go of Tim’s hand and sat up against the headrest. Tim slowly
moved pulling his hand under the duvet. He was murmuring into the cushion.
Words Teàrlach couldn’t understand. But they became louder by the minute, Tim’s
head was moving from side to side and sweat shone on his forehead. His pupils
kept moving rapidly under his lids. Now he started to groan.
“Tim!” Teàrlach said decisively, but nothing changed. Tim kept moving. Teàrlach
poured some glamour over him and he became still. His face rested against
Larkin’s chest and he started to smile. Teàrlach reached out and carded through
his hair. The touch completely calmed Tim down. His hand came out from under
the duvet and grabbed his hand. He entwined their fingers and held on. He kept
breathing against their hands and Teàrlach couldn’t help himself. He slid back
down and rested. His thumb drew small circles on Tim’s skin wherever he could
reach. Tim was all warm and pliable making soft noises.
Teàrlach couldn’t think of something else but roughing house with Tim. He was
rock hard and tried not to touch himself. He relaxed his grip on Tim’s fingers
and exhaled slowly. He looked at him and just wanted to take care of him. He
was so thin and seemed so helpless. He would be fun to have. His whole being
was simply a submissive offer, an invitation to be taken. He would have his way
with him. He would slowly build up not to break him and teach him, how to enjoy
playing with pain again.
Larkin wouldn’t approve of his wishes, but he was still out cold. Could he talk
Tim into it? And what about John? He was busy with being on watch. So, where
could he take Tim? Of course he would have to hypnotize him before, between and
afterwards.
He sort of knew, he was messed up. Roughing house and taking care of doesn’t
fit. Anyway, he just had to have him. Ever since he looked into his head and
saw, he had had the wish. And even though he had done fantastic things with
John, it wasn’t the same. Tim was different; he really was a submissive being.
John wasn’t, John was just playing.
Of course he could always go back to the club and find either Roman or Bryant.
It wouldn’t take long, but it wasn’t what he really wanted. He wanted to fuck
Tim. His brother was deeply resting, so this was the time. He pulled at Tim’s
hand to wake him up.
As soon as Tim woke up and focused his eyes on Teàrlach he was thralled by him.
His eyes widened, but he wasn’t able to resist. He got up and out of the bed.
Teàrlach moved him over to another sleeping room. Everything happened in
silence. Teàrlach used his power to invade Tim’s brain and silenced him.
Tim’s soul hid deep inside his being and curled into something very small. The
shield Teàrlach had put up, was very strong. He wasn’t able to pierce it to
call out for help. Fuck, he would even beg John to help him. Of course he knew,
what Teàrlach wanted. What he had wanted all the time, since he had looked into
his brain to see, what John had done to him the first time.
Suddenly he felt the thrall diminishing and took a few steps backwards.
Teàrlach followed him close.
“Tim, you don’t have to be afraid.” His voice was like velvet and he focused on
his mouth.
“I will take care of you. I won’t hurt you. You will be happy and I will be
pleased.” He gestured for him to come up to him. Tim shook his head slowly from
side to side.
“You have to trust me, Tim. Everything is fine. You are safe with me.” Tim’s
eyes were blown, when he finally stepped up to him. He whispered:
“I can trust you. I am fine. I am safe with you.” He stared at him. Deep inside
his eyes was panic, but Teàrlach soothed some more.
“Lie down on the bed and get these pyjamas off.” Tim laid and pulled his
trousers down and over his ankles.
“Now look at me!” He turned his head and looked up. The panic was still in the
background, but he seemed more relaxed.
“Tell me how you feel, Tim.” Tim inhaled and exhaled slowly several times and
answered:
“I feel safe. I can trust you. I am not afraid.”
“Very good, Tim.” He climbed up and knelt beside him. His fingers carefully
wandered over his collarbones, chest and abdomen. Tim shivered because Teàrlach
used a bit of magic to make his skin tingle. He circled his nipples and licked
them erect. Afterwards he blew over them and made Tim twitch and moan.
“You became very thin. We have to build you up again. I have to talk to my
brother about it.” Tim’s eyes widened and he mouthed his name. Teàrlach put his
finger on his lips and muted him. He shook his head no and continued with the
touching.
His hand found his way down to his cock, which was so not erect. He looked at
it and at the same time pinched and twisted his left nipple. Tim jerked up, but
didn’t make a noise or showed any reaction otherwise.
Teàrlach gnawed at his lower lip and bent down to lick over it, kiss up and
down and suck at the head. Still nothing was happening.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tim was still mute, but his eyes were wet.
He rudely twisted his hand around his penis and pressed. Tim just started to
cry.
“You just need some more stimulation then.” Teàrlach turned Tim around, so he
was on his stomach. He parted his cheeks and spit. Tim started to sob and shook
all over. His being was still hidden and curled up, but he tried to reach out.
Finally he crept into the wolf’s mind and begged. While he was being stretched,
he felt the wolf approach. And he wasn’t alone; he brought a part of his pack
which was willing to stand up against the vampire.
Teàrlach was concentrating on Tim and massaging his prostate wildly. But
nothing would do. He was frustrated and grabbed his wrists holding them on his
back.
“Come on now, Tim. I know you like that. Believe me, you need it!” Then the
wolf jumped and he was pushed off the bed and fell badly down on the hardwood
floor. The wolf stood on top of his chest and had his teeth around his throat.
Fury waved off of him and he deeply growled. Teàrlach was surprised and didn’t
react. He looked up at his alpha and said:
“How dare you threatening me? How dare you put this weakness up there before
me?” The wolf lightly bit down and answered:
“He never ignored. He is one of mine and belongs into my pack. I will protect
him. You don’t honour our relation anymore. You have changed. You are not
worthy of us.” He let go and turned around. Teàrlach was shocked. His pack had
just left him. His alpha had told him, he was unworthy. Then he got a last
message.
“Stay away from him!” He got up and left the room.
Tim had sat up on the sheets and looked at the alpha. He was still crying and
sobbing.
“Thank you, beautiful.” He reached out for him and he sat beside him. He buried
his hands in his fur and cried some more. And when he felt better, the wolf
pulled him off the bed and into his old room he shared with Larkin.
Larkin still laid there and hadn’t obviously moved a bit. Tim felt dirty and
went into the shower to scrub himself clean. He found a fatigue and shirt and
climbed into the bed close to Larkin. Some members of the pack strolled inside
and placed themselves around the room. Now Tim felt safe. The alpha sent a
picture of John, but Tim shook his head no. He almost crawled into Larkin and
held him tight. He wasn’t able to sleep, but he didn’t want to be somewhere
else.
***
John still stood guard. He couldn’t sense anything from the outside but he had
the urgent feeling that something was going on inside. He listened with all his
senses and found a frustrated Teàrlach and a scared to death Tim; also a very
pissed off wolf. He was wondering, what was going on and if it was OK, if he
would leave his place. He had to know, what was happening. So he went inside.
He was on his way upstairs, when the alpha came down the stairs.
“What’s going on, wolverine?” The wolf sent some images of Tim being held down
on the bed by Teàrlach. Fury welled up in John and his first instinct was to go
up and hit him badly. But he knew, he couldn’t control his magic and would
probably loose against him. And he didn’t want him to be his anymore. It was
over now. He turned around again and left followed by the alpha. He went
straight to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He opened the fridge and
handed a piece of fine meat to the wolf.
“Thank you, wolverine. You are the best, you know?” The wolf took the piece
from him, which was a good sign for John.
“What am I supposed to do? Probably I should grab Tim and Larkin and the wolves
and leave this castle. I don’t think, I could make him leave. It is his. But we
are not.” He was wondering, if the others would follow him. Normally Larkin
would be the coven’s leader, but he was still weakened. It would need all of
them combined to fight.
What if he had become mad? Should he go up and look after him? Ask him what had
happened? Ask him to explain his actions? Would it make any sense? He had no
idea. He had always tried to show and tell him the things being a bit not good.
But these times were over now. He had to know by now that non-con rape wasn’t
forgiveable. Not even with him and least of all with Tim. Perhaps he should try
to cage him downstairs again? Shackle him with magic? But what if Dharma would
take him from there? Could she make him cross over? Was he that desperate?
John’s head was spinning. He just had to talk to Tim. There was no way around
it. He just hoped he wouldn’t meet Teàrlach on his way. He looked down at the
wolf.
“Is it OK for me to go up and see Tim?” The wolf nudged him and went by his
side. Together they walked upstairs and into the bedroom. Tim’s head was placed
on Larkin’s stomach and he looked at them entering the room. He didn’t move but
followed them with his eyes. John stood beside him.
“Tim, do you need anything?”
“Anything I need is here.” He barely whispered.
“Wolverine showed me. I think it might be better, if we would leave.” That
statement made Tim react.
“Leave where? You don’t have a flat. Larkin has a cave. I have an apartment in
London. How are we supposed to smuggle the pack in?” He almost giggled
hysterically.
“Tim, you have to come down. Please?”
“How am I supposed to ever come down?” He snorted.
“Everybody uses me as his fuck-toy. No, not everybody, just Teàrlach, Dharma
and you. The only one I haven’t been fucked by is wolverine.” Now he sounded
very hysterical and started to shake and tremble. His eyes were darting around
the place and John.
“What do you need? Are you hurt? Do you need meds?”
“Oh yes, please, drug me, so I can be of use again. Thank you so much!” Larkin
started to move under Tim, who didn’t notice.
“Tim, please, I am trying to help here. We need to find a solution.”
“There is no solution. We have to stay together until we kill her for good or
get killed. If we leave, we will die for sure.”
“You are right. I try to talk some sense into him. We need him for the fight.
Afterwards I will be leaving and so will you probably. I don’t know what to do
with the pack.”
“They are not his anymore. Wolverine left him and told him he was unworthy.”
John looked down at the alpha.
“Is that true?” The wolf nudged his hand and made a small noise of regret.
“So I will be finding a place for us if you want to stay with me.” The wolf
sent pictures of a dark forest and visits. John smiled.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Then he looked back at Tim.
“I’ll go now and try to talk to him. Stay where you are and don’t leave here
for anything.” Tim nodded. He sat cross-legged on the bed beside Larkin and his
hand rested on his body. John noticed that Larkin was awake and said:
“I will try and put up some sort of alarm. So if he tries to get in here, it
will make a sound or kick out or whatever. You need to rest, too, Tim.” He
shook his head no.
“I can’t rest. I can’t sleep. I don’t feel safe.”
“You have to try. We need all our strength to fight her.”
“I know. I promise I will try.”
“That’s good enough.” John left and closed the door. Standing outside he sealed
the room and hoped it was enough.
***
Teàrlach sat in their bedroom and was wondering about himself. How could
everything have ended like this? First he was a lonely vampire, who fell in
love with a human soldier. Now he was a torturous, evil vampire, who still was
in love. But in the meantime he had made his soldier a vampire, or at least
half-way through. Everything had become a bit not good. And he didn’t know why.
He wasn’t in that bitches’ dimension for too long. He had killed some prisoners
and ripped their throats out. John had stayed much longer. He had tortured and
killed a prisoner and had tortured and raped Tim. He also had sex with Dharma.
Perhaps he was just insatiable. He was addicted to violent sex. Since he had
watched the things John had done to Tim, he was hungry for that and more. And
he wanted it with Tim. He wanted to do all the things he saw to Tim.
Unfortunately Tim didn’t want that. He should have been more convincing.
Of course, if the wolf wouldn’t have disturbed him, everything would be just
fine. Tim would have understood everything by now.
After the fight he would return to the club to let off some steam. Then he
would concentrate on Tim again. Larkin’s interest wouldn’t be that big after
some more time with Tim being all in tears and behaving like a pussy.
Or maybe he should visit the club before the fight? He could also visit
Bryant’s tomb directly. He would be a happy vampire seeing him again. Teàrlach
smiled. It was indeed a good idea. He got up and showered. Afterwards he
dressed for the night. He stood in front of the mirror and messed up his hair.
“Where do you think you are going?” Slowly he turned around to look at John.
“A place where I can have much needed fun.”
“You are not leaving!” John stared at him.
“Are you trying to stop me? Remember, I can make you dance. I can even make you
my company. Do you want to come along?” He dangerously smiled.
“No, I don’t want to come along. I don’t want to watch you fucking somebody
else the way you want. You are insane, Teàrlach. You have to stay here. What if
she takes you? We need your powers here, if she attacks.”
“I don’t care, you know? I want to have fun now. Nobody cares about me anyway.
Nobody grants me something.”
“You very well know that’s not true. There was a time, I would have done
everything for you. I would have died for you. I would have tried everything
you wanted. I loved you so much. You loved me. I don’t understand why
everything is different now.”
“You loved me so much? Past tense?” He looked sort of shocked.
“Yes, past tense. It’s over. After the fight I will be gone.”
“Is it because of what I wanted from Tim? Or what I did before? Is it because I
haven’t chosen you to do it with?”
“Partly, yes. I thought you had claimed me as yours. We have a lovely basement
chamber. What happened?”
“With you it doesn’t feel real. You are not going under like Tim is.”
“No, but I did enjoy everything you did to me. Isn’t that and my love for you
not enough?” Teàrlach didn’t reply and John just nodded once. He looked him up
and down. Then he turned around and headed for the door.
“John!” His hand was reaching out for him.
“Yes, Teàrlach? What is it?”
“Please be with me. We can do everything you want.”
“I want to talk some more.” He swallowed his reply and closed his eyes.
“OK, that’s fine. Where?”
“Downstairs, sofa.” He finally left and thought about the words he needed to
say. On his way back he checked on the seal in front of Larkin’s and Tim’s
sleeping-room. Everything was untouched.
***
Larkin was wide awake. Something had happened to Tim again. He felt his fear
and panic, his restlessness. He had partly listened to their conversation and
he was quite sure, that John was only helping. So it had to be his bloody
brother.
He was feeling a bit better and reached out for Tim. His fingertips reached his
hip and Tim jumped off the bed panting. Larkin leant up on his elbow and looked
at Tim.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Your brother tried to rape me. He touched me, spit into my hole and shoved his
fingers inside. That is what is wrong with me.” Larkin heard the words but
couldn’t believe them.
“Come back here, please? And explain everything slowly. He waited for Tim to do
as he asked and it took some minutes to happen. Finally Tim settled down again
and took Larkin’s hand between his two.
“He glamoured me, he made me a thrall, he hypnotised me. I had to follow him.
He made me undress and lie down. Then he touched me. I told you before, what
else he did.”
“Why?” Tim swallowed. To explain Teàrlach’s reason, he would have to tell
Larkin what happened between him and John. He couldn’t trust Teàrlach to not
tell his brother some day. So he beat around the bush.
“You know, he is some sort of a sex addict. He saw what we did in our heads. He
tried it with John, who liked to play, but it was only play. It was no real
submission or so he told me. He had fun with guys at the club, but he told me
he wanted me. I couldn’t call out for help, because he muted me. I reached out
for wolverine and he came with help. He left him and declared him unworthy.
John came to help. He sealed this room, so he won’t be able to get in. And now
John tries to talk some sense into him.” Larkin didn’t say a word for some
minutes; instead he carefully sat up against the headrest.
“When this is over, I will kill him.”
“No, you won’t. He is your brother. After the fight we will be leaving. So will
John and the pack.”
“Then he will be alone again.”
“He was alone before. That will give him time to think about what he did.”
“I can hear the voice of reason.”
“Don’t you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do. I want us to be together without you looking as if someone had
frightened you to death. I want the panicked expression gone. I want you by my
side, warm and calm. I want us to go back in time.”
“You are a powerful magician. Can’t you do it?” Tim smiled.
“I am afraid not. At least I never tried.” He smiled, too.
“Come closer, Tim. Please?” Tim wrapped his arms around Larkin and pressed his
head against his chest. He felt his nose in his hair.
“You showered recently.”
“I had to. I was dirty. I still feel dirty. I …” He started to breathe heavily
again.
“Stop it, Tim. I am here with you. You are not dirty. You are beautiful. I love
you. I will take care of you.” Tim’s stomach grumbled.
“How long haven’t you eaten something?”
“I can’t remember really. I will contact John. He said he would provide food
for us, so we don’t have to leave the room.”
“I am wondering, if I could bring food and beverages through the shield he put
up. Let me try.” And he wished for dinner and it appeared on the bed.
“That’s nice, I didn’t know you could do that.”
“The wishing stuff? It ran in our family. We could do that, when we were still
human.”
“John could do it as soon as his magic was triggered.”
“He probably has some ancestors being witches or magicians.” Larkin reached out
for Tim’s face and very carefully drove his fingertips over his cheekbone.
“I love you, Tim. I don’t want to loose you. Please stay with me.”
“I will. Forever.” He moved his head to kiss his fingers and Larkin smiled.
This simple gesture was making his skin tingle.
After they finished their meal, Larkin got up and looked outside the window.
“What time is it, Tim?” Tim checked his watch.
“Half past two.”
“It’s too dark outside.”
“You think she is close?”
“I know she is close, because I can see her.” Tim got up and stood beside
Larkin. Both of them saw Dharma hovering with outstretched wings in front of
their room. Obviously she couldn’t break through the barrier and was going
wild.
Suddenly John appeared inside their room.
“Where is she? Are you OK?” Then he saw her hovering outside. He swore.
“The seal is strong enough for now. But I have no idea how long it will keep
her from coming in.” Larkin turned around.
“Where is my brother?”
“Gathering supplies. He had some potions done and read about special spells.
Personally I have no idea.”
“I think I know what he is up to.” Larkin murmured, but didn’t care to explain.
“I will be moving the shield downstairs. There is more room for all of us. Are
you ready, Tim?”
“Not at all, but I am coming anyway.” He said and grinned wickedly.
“Larkin?” He nodded.
“It has to work. I do feel better, but I am not at my best. But it has to be
enough.”
“OK then. Teàrlach is bursting with energy and so am I. Larkin, use your anger
boiling inside you and channel it. Tim, you should do the same.”
“What are you up to?”
“Burning her bloody wings off her back!” John said grinning. Larkin had to
laugh and even Tim smiled at that. They ran downstairs where they found
Teàrlach sitting on the floor surrounded by a pentagram with candles at its
points. His eyes were closed but his mouth was moving with chanting. All of
them felt the power radiating off of him. Tim shivered and touched Larkin for
support.
“We have to connect. He told me what to do before he started.” John entered the
circle without destroying it and grabbed his right. Larkin positioned himself
on his other side so Tim didn’t have to touch him. They all sat down and
channelled their energies. Yellow and read streams were leaving their bodies
and flew into Teàrlach.
“He will combine this and pull off the power of the earth when he goes outside.
Even though she is not corporal anymore it should hit her.” They were all
listening to her screaming outside. Tim’s knuckles were white and his eyes were
closed, but he held on.
Larkin, John and Tim gave all they had and soon enough Teàrlach started to
glow. His aura was all golden and shiny. There was no darkness. He was
stunningly beautiful. Not that he was before, John thought, but he pushed it
aside.
And after Teàrlach had sucked every single bit of power out of them, he got up
on his feet. The three fell to their sides almost being unconscious. Larkin
looked up at his brother and smiled weakly. Teàrlach answered him with a very
sad smile. Then he glided out of the hall and onto the bailey.
***** Breaking Apart *****
Chapter Summary
     Chapter 1
When Teàrlach stepped outside, she started to float downwards. They stood only
a few metres apart. She looked him up and down.
“Teàrlach, my love, you look amazing. So you want to be the first?”
“The first what?”
“The first to die?”
“No, I don’t think so. I believe, you are about to die.” And he raised his
hands and tried to pull her close. He felt his powers wave right through her.
His touch couldn’t reach her. He silently swore.
“Oh no, love. Not like this. You will pay for burning my almost mortal remains,
so I wasn’t able to come back properly .” Now she raised both her hands and
pushed. He fell down but could grip her magic and held on to it.
“I will fight you, Goddess, and I will burn your wings to ashes.” He pulled a
little bottle out of his trousers and threw it against her. His movements were
blurry, because he moved so very fast. It was coated with magic, so it would
stuck on her. His powers made it crush and smoke came up. She started to scream
and shout, so he must have done it right. Some black feathers flew away.
“None of us is going to die from your hands, Goddess. Whatever you try, I will
fight you.” And he threw the next and sent a spell right after. She wasn’t
hovering anymore but standing quite weakly in front of him.
“Bloody hell, you are strong, love. How come I didn’t notice?”
“Why don’t you just die, bitch?”
“And even if I die, I won’t die alone. And if it isn’t you, there are three
more inside to kill. Let’s start with the weakest!” She yelled the last few
words and moved with an unbelievable speed around Teàrlach inside the castle.
Tim listened to her screaming and twitched at the last part. But he didn’t
leave their circle of three and kept concentrating on releasing magic into the
air to help Teàrlach. But then her magic hit his back. His hands were like iron
bands around John’s and Larkin’s wrists and he could hold against it for some
more minutes until he fell to his side.
Larkin increased their magic level by pulling power off of John who just let
him. Larkin got a grip on her magic strings and tore them apart piece by piece.
Teàrlach worked on the other side. He had her almost corporal again, when more
of her wings got destroyed. She stood before him trying to summon a weapon, but
he overpowered her easily.
He was stronger than her, stronger than a Goddess. He was wondering, if he
could create his own dimension, too. He had her around her throat and could
touch her again. He knew, he can’t let blood get on her hands or otherwise she
might be coming back again. So he threw her on the ground and fired bolts into
her body. She screamed her lungs out and he enjoyed that. Finally he pulled
power off the earth and grind her bones into dust. After finally nothing was
left, he dropped on his knees and looked up into the sky. Tears streamed down
his face and he wailed loudly.
***
Larkin felt it first. He finally released his hard grip on John. He fell to the
side, too, and Larkin checked first on Tim. He was breathing steadily in his
unconscious state. Then he went outside and stopped beside his brother.
“She is gone. You can go now.” Larkin looked down.
“Do you want me to leave?” Teàrlach nodded weakly.
“It will be the best for you all. I will cope somehow.” And he slowly got up
and went back inside.
***
Larkin looked down on the pile of dust. He made it fly high in the sky and let
it disappear into the four corners of the earth. He sighed deeply and went back
inside. Teàrlach was nowhere to be seen. John knelt on the floor on his hands
and knees. He was absolutely exhausted . Tim was just getting up. Both of them
expectantly looked at him. He said:
“Teàrlach destroyed her. She is gone. He grind her bones and turned her into a
pile of dust. I made the wind do the rest. I believe, we are safe now and can
go on from here.” Tim got up quickly.
“Let’s get our stuff and leave. Please, Larkin?” He looked around as if looking
for his brother. After some seconds he shook his head and took Tim’s hand.
“Come on then. John, we will see you before we take off.”
“Fine, I will be leaving shortly, too. I have to look after wolverine and his
pack.” Said wolf just appeared and wagged his tail. Most members of his pack
settled in the hall.
“Teàrlach wants us to leave, I talked to him outside. Just say good-bye to him,
will you, John?”
“Yes, I will talk to him before I go.” Larkin and Tim went upstairs and John
looked at the pack. Wolverine moved to his side and nudged him. He sent
pictures of the forest again and all of them moving. John had to smile and
carded through his fur.
“I go right now and pack my things. I will hurry.” The wolf paced around his
pack and John went upstairs. He only took the things he brought in. He packed
his weapons and his old clothes into his old duffle bag. He left their credit
cards and kept only his old card for his own account. It wasn’t much, he had to
pack. He stood in front of their bed and took a shirt of Teàrlach. He inhaled
the scent and after some seconds he stuffed it with his things into the bag.
He tried to reach him, but he had a shield up. He couldn’t find him. If he
didn’t want to talk to him, he couldn’t help it. He went downstairs only to
find Larkin and Tim already there. He just shrugged and Larkin looked very sad.
But then he straightened up and took Tim’s hand. Tim smiled shyly at John and
Larkin nodded once. Then they disappeared and left John with the pack.
“Do you have any idea, where we could go?” The wolf approached and showed John
a forest with a little hut on a beautiful clearing. John nodded and started to
walk.
Once outside the castle he looked back, but couldn’t sense anything. Teàrlach
was hiding. He remembered their first hours and days together and hid these
memories deep inside his heart. He didn’t want to think about the rest. He had
to start something else now. Something new.
End Notes
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