Caramel: Book 3 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Series

You guys hate Marcus. Why oh Why? Cause he went psycho in book two? Or is he just too broken? Thoughts would be appreciated. If Marcus needs to change…this would be the time it would happen. (and no…Marcus can’t disappear – what would Az do?)

General Questions:

Who the hell is Lanseng?
Lanseng was introduced via the computer glitched chapter now called Missing. He is the representative of the Blood Collective, known by the rest of the Blood races as Seers. They are mystical, mythical and very very mysterious. Lanseng has come to serve this Hashmallim. And…apparently to become Azrael’s new dog. He’s about 6,11 with extremely long blue hair (ankle length), with a surfer tan and red eyes. I do believe I mentioned Orlando Bloom as an elf. Yummy.

K
I hope this works for you as the explanation for Marcus’s sudden departure. And the “Litte Brother” comment refers to Azrael being the youngest of the three brothers although technically in “Cake” Claudius mentioned that once the Blood was one race until the humans came along and fractured everything.

Bambigirl
Thanks for the inspiration. (next chappie)

Lioncourt
Actually I think you’re referring to X and Armor in Cinnamon – Stunned. Marcus showed up when Armor got shaken in the shower. “You know he’s coming. {Hashmallim} You’ve known for a while. I should take brother and leave, but I love Azrael just as desperately as Armor cares for you. So that leaves us little option.” Marcus’ big spurn of Azrael was well when he raped X and stalked him.

Thanks for the many reviews and comments and questions. Without you guys, my inspiration would probably dry up. Right now the Stanley Cup playoffs are calling my name. Currenly, I am able to resist. So once again ENJOY

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WARNING: VAMPIRE BUNNY & A WOLFHOUND - doesn’t sound good for the bunny now does it. :p


Chapter 103: The Flaw

I actually felt him shutter with desire. I narrowed my eyes but flicked my gaze over to his neck. He offered without my voicing my need. I licked his smooth skin. It was soft and silky. The faint scent of his blueberry essence lingers where he had perspired. I licked my way right up to his ear. I buried my nose into his hair and inhaled. Sweet and sugary. Ha. I had a sweet tooth. Instead of indulging in cakes and frostings, I searched out sweet, sweet essence. Candyman…or should I say, Candydog.

I dropped fang and twisted my head to get a good purchase on him. He was long and lean. He hissed as I broke his skin but he leaned up into my bite. I reached out to try to mask the pain with memory but I hit his shield. He grimaced as I drank. /Let me in./

“I can’t. If I lose my shield, I will die.”

/I’m hurting you./

“I can endure it. Drink your fill, Azrael.”

I reached down and began to stroke his erection through his pants. His blood was more potent than a vampires. Not as rich and reviving as a human’s but it was delicious. I pooled his blood in my mouth, allowing it to reach full potency before swallowing it down.

Lanseng groaned and his hips bucked up against me. I retracted my fangs and lapped at his wounds. I recalled Xavier’s agony as Armor would heal his puncture marks when he was human. Lanseng’s forehead furrowed as he dealt with the pain, but he uttered no sound.

I felt a tingle in my side where the red scar had been. I pulled my shirt up and free. Smooth. My stomach contracted and Lanseng’s long hands touched my skin. “My Lord…”

He raised his head and ran his lips along my jawline. “Take your pleasure with this body.”

I tangled my hand in his plethora of hair and pulled his face back from me. Puzzlement filled his eyes. I leaned down and licked my blood mark from his skin. “I am not a fledging, unable to control my desires. We will not rut like animals, Lanseng. Take me to your bed.”

The limo slowed and pulled up to the curb of an old refurished brownstone. Warm lights shone from the leaded windows. I sat up and offered my hand. Lanseng used it to pull himself upright. “Welcome to my home, Angel of Death. I hope that you visit it often.”

I followed Lanseng out of the limo and up the stairs. His walk was elegant with a hint of enticement. The foyer was shades of beige and gold with dark brown diamonds accenting a geometric pattern. The walls were a warm yellow. The woodwork was lovely restored and stained a dark coffee color. I ran my hand along it. It was just like it’s owner. Elegance personified.

Lanseng paused on the stairs, turning back to see why I had not followed. I looked up at him. There was some blood staining the neck of his shirt. His blue hair brushed the stairs as he climbed them. “How do you keep from stepping on your hair?”

“I refrain from walking backwards.”

I narrowed my eyes and let a wry smile ghost across my face. My chest still hurt, but the hottie was going to remedy that. If it offends thee, cut it out. Can I cut out my heart? Can I rend it from my body. Truthfully, I didn’t have it any more. I gave to Marcus…even now, he drags it after him. I turned my gaze to the floor.

“Azrael.” I looked up into his crimson gaze, “A dog can only have one master. The master can command many dogs. I am not asking for exclusivity, only that I be allowed to play with you for a while.” He extended his hand towards me again. “Think of it as taking your dog to the park.”

“That would mean you would have to be on a leash.” I laid my hand in his and allowed him to pull me up the stairs behind him.

“I heel well, Angel of Death. If it is your wish, I will get a leash.”

“One thing at a time.”

“Come, I will run a bath. Blood has soaked into your leathers and it will be difficult of remove them.”

As with the rest of the brownstone, the bedroom had a 1920’s decadence to it. The bed dominated the room It was a king size pedestal bed – low to the floor but with an exposed wood lip protruding about a foot and a half out. The carpet was a deep saturated Mediterranean blue. The walls were painted with large art deco leaves leaving the viewer with an almost undersea impression. The ceiling was an architectural wonder. It was vaulted and had a multi layered look to it. It caught my attention because I figured I would be staring up at it later.

Lanseng urged me through to the bathroom that anyone with a sense of design would just die for. Again the Mediterranean blue and sea green motif. The tub was a small pool. Lanseng headed off to a rack that look like a hanger and pants press blended together. I don’t know what the heck they are called but he pulled off his tie and draped it over the neck then set his suit jacket on the contoured shoulders. He crossed to the tub, rolled up his sleeves and turned the water on, testing its temperature.

He was, well, fascinating. His expression was calm and he radiated a serene aura. That was something, I wanted. Serenity. Unfortunately, Lanseng was probably about as close to serene as I was going to get. I’d have to get it my rubbing my body all over him. I walked up to his side. When he turned around, he was startled to find me standing so close. “Well, I guess you don’t know everything.”

“No being, blood, beast or human can know everything. Choices are infinite.”

“So how to do you what you do? Is it just a guess?”

“More or less. It is more of an educated guess based on what is known of the person or persons involved. I can review the history of choices that individual has made and make my predictions based upon that. I have no control over timing. I missed half of your performance, which was absolutely breath taking. The vision I had of you and your cello was a pale dream compared to the real thing.”

I turned away from him. “That wasn’t me.”

Lanseng, all six foot 11 inches of him stepped up behind me and draped his arms across my chest. He leaned forward to rest his head along side mine. He was going to have a bad back if he kept that up. Compared to him, I will admit I’m short.

“I did not see anyone else up on that stage but you. Technically, you are excellent. That is your donor’s skill. Now, to truly make it your own, your soul must sing in time with the music.’

‘Anyone can play music. A few can make music. Once in a generation, some are music. You unfortunately have come into a household, Angel of Death that has two of the latter. Claudius and Marcus are music. You have fallen on your knees just listening to your Puppy play is violin. Sex has cried listening to his Black Death play…it is a hard yet exquisite a thing to listen to the soul of your loved one. Marcus demanded too much asking this of you...and he knew it which is why he fled.”

As Lanseng spoke, he unbuttoned my cuffs and worked the small buttons free from my front. He pulled the blood red silk from my waistband. He folded the material back and worked on the buckles holding my sheath to my right forearm. Being disarmed was slightly erotic. His fingers were long and artistic. They were darkly tanned, seeming more so against my pale, pale flesh.

“I thought you couldn’t tell intention.”

“I have reviewed Marcus’ life. He expects disappointment. Even after all these years, those first thirteen have tainted his afterlife.” Lanseng turned and set the daggers aside. He came back and helped me out of the holsters then pulled my blood ruined shirt from my torso. It was caked a bit near the edge but he carefully peeled it free. “You, Azrael terrify him. Anything he asks, you provide. He is not strong enough for you.”
Lanseng knelt and untied my docs. I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”

“He is crumbling under the weight of your love.”

I got angry. “You better explain that remark, right now.” Lanseng took off my shoes then sat back on his heels.

“He asks for the moon. Your Father has given him glimpses of it in his attempts to ease his son’s needs. You…you give it to him. He asks for pain, you provide it as he wants it. He asks for submission; you provide regardless of how much agony you are left in. He marked you…” I shuddered as his nibble fingers played with my right nipple ring, “and you accepted it with words he longed to hear.”

“And this is wrong?”

“Unconditional love. It can be a terrible burden if one is not prepared for it. You have known love from your parents and your sister and from those precious little girls who call you Uncle. You find the weight of it comforting and deserving. Your puppy doesn’t. This is for others, not for him. He will never be comfortable with it. This last request of his, he was sure that you would fail. He has heard you, well, Xavier sing. He expected you to fail. If you failed, you were flawed and if you were flawed, you were within his grasp. He cannot keep perfection happy.”

Lanseng turned and shut the taps off. Blood had pooled down my leg and in my shoe.

“I am far from perfect.” Lanseng gestured me into the tub.

“You are the Blood Emperor. You ran him to ground when he fell apart the first time. You saved him from death. You can do no wrong in his eyes…”

“and because of that, he ran off and left me standing in front of a crowd of blood thirsty women.” I sat down in the warm water opening my waist band. There was a kerchunk as my back up blade fell out of my pants. Lanseng reached behind me and picked it out of the water. Again his hand rested at the small of my back, his longest finger rested in my crevasse. “What are you, then Lanseng?”

“I am your flaw.” He pulled back and reached for a sea sponge. He sunk it then pulled it out and let it drench my shoulder. The water turned red rather quickly. Unfortunately, I think it was more my blood this time than Lycan. “I will help Marcus carry the burden of your love.”

“My love is a burden.”

I hunched forward and rested my chin on my knees. Lanseng rinsed the blood from my body. He got up and walked away then came back with a small bowl. He poured it over my head then began to wash my hair. The water began to turn purple. The temporary rinse must have finally given up the ghost. I just sat in the tub letting the tall Seer pour small bowlfuls of water over me. I closed my eyes as his rubbed at my eyebrows with whatever he used on my hair. He poured another bowl over me.

Then there was nothing for a moment but the rustle of cloth. I twitched as his hands pushed at my back. He climbed into the stained bath water behind me, naked. His hands wrapped me in a soft embrace and he pulled me back against him.

“I understand Marcus is first. I am not trying to replace him. No, one can. This body can offer you comfort that you so desperately seek right now.”

His hands trailed onto my zipper and pulled it down. His hands skimmed over my groin the pushed the leather pants open and down my hips. I hiked my ass off the bottom of the tub and he pushed the leather down to my knees. His hand returned to my powder blue short and curlies. Whatever shampoo he used stripped the color right off me. I reacted to his ministrations. I caught his hand before he took me off to lala land. I finished pulsing to life anyway.

“I’m going to ask you a question, Lanseng. Don’t lie.”

“I withhold information if I had to. I no not lie.”

“You’re a virgin.”

“That is not a question.”

“That is not an answer.”

“I have not been with any partner. How did you know?”

“This body…no one I know talks like that. The Collective, does it have a physical form?”

“We have physical form, but we exist in different planes. This form was created for the one chosen to serve Hashmallim in this lifetime in this environment. It is mine until I am of no further use to you or I perish. This body was designed especially for you. The height unfortunately is because of the amount of energy that must be contained. If it were another Seer, the shape might be different – broader and of a less of a monster.”

“You are not a monster Lanseng.”

“I meant in the truest sense of the word – something extraordinarily or unusually large.” I closed my eyes as his hand caressed me. “I have not experienced this with another, but I have watched…let us say viewed, watched makes it sound creepy. I know your physical body.”

Holy crap, did he ever. He touched three zones at once and I spagged. It was like someone had attached electrodes to my brain and spine. I thrashed in the water and pushed back against Lanseng’s warm chest.

“Take me to bed, my Lord. Train this form to please you.”

I blinked the bathroom back into focus. Whoa. I understood what the phrase, ‘weak as a kitten’ meant. His laugh was melodious. “Up.” He pulled me up to my knees then reached forward and pulled the plug on the tub. I sat on the edge of the tub and held the towel across my lap. My excitement was obvious. He stroked my limbs with a warm towel. His fingers traced the faint scar left by my knife wound. He moved self assured and comfortable with his nakedness. He knelt at my side and towel dried my hair, handling it as if it were bars of platinum. It was white again. Oh thank God. I lifted my towel and peeked. It was white there too.

The Seer was a toucher. Not as bad as Hades. Jees, I don’t think anyone is as bad as that little squid. Lanseng’s touch was comforting and calming. He had swept his hair up and had something like chop sticks holding them in place. He took my hand and drew me back to the bedroom. I wasn’t dragged along behind him, I was coaxed.

I was never so bold as a virgin…and I had been, well “we”, had been one for a long time.

Lanseng walked up the bed and then knelt near the head. He gracefully lowered himself to the mattress. Did he ever do anything clumsily? He took the hand he held and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

I dropped my towel and kicked it off the bed. He watched with those red iris as I reached out and pulled out a chopstick. A loop of hair dropped. I was reminded of that game Kerplunk. I pulled another stick free. Part of his face was covered by his pale blue hair. I pulled the last free and there was more hair than we knew what to do with. I cupped his chin and stroked my thumb along his cheek. His skin was soft and warm. His eyes regarded me with trust and longing.

Xavier’s virginity had been raped from him. Sex had been too. I had been hanging from my wrists barely conscious…I had it raped from me as well if I admitted it. “Lay back, my wolfhound. I will show you how I lead. We can start your training another day.”

I ran my hands slowly down his body. His skin was so smooth and soft but warm. There was softness but I could feel the muscle underneath. He was easy to read. He gasped in pleasure. He sighed as itches were scratched where he didn’t know he had itches. A flush crossed his face as I teased his portal. I licked and sucked his taffy essence.. His nipples weren’t as sensitive as mine but his neck…his neck was his weakness. I latched onto his neck and hickyed my way up to that special area just behind the ear. I transferred his hand from his portal to his cock. He arched up off the bed. I ended up plopping off him to the side.

He opened his eyes. They were glazed with passion. “If you viewed….where is your lubrication? Langseng?” He pointed at the nightstand. It was like crawling across a desert. Damn this bed was huge. I finally got there and pulled out my prize. I turned and looked back at the Seer. He was debauched…well, he was well on his way there.

“How are you doing?”

“Wonderful…” His word was a breathy sigh.

“This next part will hurt. We work together it will get back to wonderful. Get on your hands and knees. Face the head of the head. You will tell me when you’re ready for more. There will be pain…but I will try and keep it bearable.”

Lanseng moved with the grace of a cat. His hair spilled everywhere. I swept it off his back. I kissed his spine from his shoulders down as I lubed my fingers. “The key is to relax, “ I pressed my finger inside. He gasped and tightened. I ran my hand along his side, petting his gently. I stroked my fingers inwards closer and closer to his hard cock. It was just like the rest of him monstrous. Haley was more than enough. There was no way in hell, the Seer would be taking me. It physically wasn’t possible. I slowly pistoned my finger within him. The hiss of my penetration turned into a low groan and a buck backwards. I grasped the head of his cock and rubbed my thumb along the weeping slit. He gasped then groaned as I withdrew my finger then doubled it.

“Azrael….”

I placed sucking kisses on his skin. The scent of blueberry was mingling with cinnamon. I licked his flesh engaging my other senses. Tangy sweet. His precum was flowing easily. I spread it around his warm head and worked in it slight jerking motions. His body got hot. Lanseng thrashed his head. Blue strands flashed everywhere. “Please…please…give me more.”

I thought it too soon but he bucked backwards again. I let go of his throbbing member and maneuvered myself behind him. The backs of his thighs were sweaty I skimmed my hands up them to his buttocks and gently separated them to find my goal. “This is not about pain. This is about you. You tell me to stop. I stop.”

“This body was designed for you.”

What the hell do to say to that? “Here I come.” I pressed forward slowly. His inner heat was intense. I gritted my teeth to keep myself under control Lanseng rammed back into me. He buried me deep within him. His voice gave a cry of agonized pleasure. Idiot. I grabbed onto his hips and laid myself fully on his back. He gasped. I saw his hands bunch up in the sheets and tear them from the tucks under the bed. “Baby….”

He panted.

“Baby…”

“I…wanted….more…”

“Don’t move….let your body adjust…”

His answer was to squeeze tight around me. I saw stars. “Lanseng….I don’t want to hurt you.”

His answer was to press back and circle his hips. “Train me…”

Why do I get stuck with the deviants? I reached up and pulled his hand from the sheets, wrapping his fingers around himself. Once he started stroking himself. I took a hold of his hips with my hands and slowly began to move. I started speeding up in rhythm with his own stroking. He collapsed forward, burying his head into the mattress. For a virgin, I got played. I lost my tempo and I blasted apart sooner than I wanted. My wanton cry sent my blueberry over the edge. He gave the most delicious cry and spent himself over his hand. He collapsed onto the bed taking me with him. I withdrew. Yes, there was blood. I made my weary body move and get the towel I discarded earlier.

I laid the towel on the wet spot and settled the Seer’s hips on it as well. “Lanseng?” He groaned and lifted his head from the covers. His hair was everywhere. His eyes were unfocused. “Are you falling asleep?”

“May I?”

I brushed my hand along his cheek. “Are you all right?”

“It hurt at first.”

“That’s why we are supposed to go slow….sleep, my little flaw. I will clean us up.”

I took care of the necessities of after sex then climbed on the bed. Lanseng turned to me in his sleep and I found myself dragged across the satin sheet and my stomach as made into his pillow. I glanced around the room and found a clock. 11:30.

/Sex….I need to stay…at least until Marcus is found./

/Under the condition that you don’t give Xavier any more trouble. It bothers him when you judge./

/Who am I to judge?/

I idly stroked the extra long strands of hair that spread across my body. /I thought I was doing what was right by being faithful and giving Marcus all he desired. I thought that’s what love was supposed to do. I thought I was making it better. I didn’t know I was crushing him. Now to keep my Puppy, I have to own another dog./

/Tell Sasha. I don’t want him to worry….or to hunt you down./

/He was angry enough at me today. I didn’t mean to break your chain./

/Marcus was frantic to ease your pain. That is the way love should be. If easing his pain is you taking, as you said, another dog…then do it. I personally would never consider you perfection, little brother./

/It’s been a trying day, Sex. Don’t start./

/Your cello made me cry, Azrael. Play with your heart, and you’ll match Marcus. Me, I’ll stick to dancing and playing piano with my ass./

I broke out in a chuckle. Lanseng shifted and opened his eyes. “Sorry to have woke you.”

Lanseng made a move to sit up and stilled with a gasp. “You’re going to feel that sting for a while.”

“I need to braid my hair…it gets tangled if I don’t.”

“I’ll do it.” I ran my hands through his scalp gathering his silky strands up. I divided the hair into three and began to weave the hair loosely. Lanseng sighed and his hand spread out across my stomach. I was amazed at how pale I was. “We” never were dark but I think, no I knew that we were not opalescent. I was going to have to get some sun…everywhere.

“What did you mean, You’ll die if you can’t shield?”

Lanseng shifted closer, “We are like your pack call. You broadcast to anyone who can hear you. Our Blood Collective hears everyone. We are mysterious and a forgotten race because the world is overwhelming. We prefer to live in the shadows. Too many humans, too many thoughts, too many emotions and as time marches forward, it just grows. I receive everything from everyone all the time. I would go crazy if I dropped my shield completely. As it is, I must focus hard on you and only you to get specific information.”

I finished with the braid and snapped an elastic on the end which I found in the nightstand when I threw the lube back. I played with the shell of his ear. “I need to know, where is Marcus?”

Lanseng closed his eyes and his body tensed. A few moments of that and he gave a big sigh. “Washington park. He has hidden his presence quite effectively. You will need to send the Pup with your Father if you want Marcus found tonight.”

“Once on the Stone of Punishment was enough. He hasn’t done anything to warrant that, has he?”

“No. He is trapped in heartache.”

I raised a hand to my face. “And here I am, enjoying another.”

“He will turn his anger toward me. Let him. This will be just like ranking issues in a Lycan pack. I know I am second but Marcus will need to dominate me.”

I stiffened. “Dominate. Like Haley.”

“Yes. I am glad you were my first. Do not worry, I will put up a fight. He is far stronger than I.”

“He is also broader. He will snap you like a twig.”

“I am not a fragile as I appear, my Lord. You cannot function without your Puppy. As you have said, he gentles your Darkness. That is something I do not have the capacity to do. You provide him warmth and more love than he can handle, but in time, he will flourish under it. Together you are greatness and time will herald your accomplishments. I am just glue.”

What the hell can you say to that? A flash of lightening brightened the room. It began to rain. I didn’t want my Puppy out in the rain. I also knew that he didn’t’ want to see me right now. Especially if he knew what I had been up to.

“I need a phone. I need to call Father.”

Father still had a rage on…no, to be truthful; he was rather calm until I told him I was calling from Lanseng’s home. He freaked slightly until I told him I was staying until the next morning, and then he got Carnage on. Now, I got Sex in trouble when I tried to appease him with telling him that Sex agreed. I hung up on him. Oh, there would be a slap for that coming my way.

“Angel of Death, lay with me until morning.” Lightening flashed again. Lanseng had turned the comforter down and pulled back the blankets. He lifted a corner and waited for me to climb in beside him. “Claudius is just worried. After you are punished, he will be fine.”

That didn’t set my mind at ease. Lanseng dropped the sheet and blanket on us then wrapped his long body around me pressing me gently against his warm flesh. A whisper of a kiss floated over my temple.

“Take your wolfhound to the park often, Azrael. I will not pester you, but I would appreciate a kind word or a pat on the head. Sleep, now. You have done little of that today and truth be known, tomorrow will be a traumatic day.”

There are drawbacks to fucking a Seer.