Quiet Laughter

Karnik nibbled his ear, ran a hand down his inner thigh. "What did they show you before?"

“Little boy.” Tighe replied faintly, watching Karnik’s reflection toy with his reflection.

Karnik nibbled his neck, and scratched his nails oh so lightly down his inner thigh. "I'd hardly call you a little boy. A little boy wouldn't be able to do this." He brought his hand up to loosely cup his cock.

The dream like aspect of the mirror ended the moment Tighe felt himself become hard. No longer was he watching the delicate young man in the mirror with Karnik. It was actually him.

Karnik released Tighe’s cock and slipped on what looked like a ring, except for the nail shaped spike. He kept Tighe suspended above the floor and drew the sharp point across Tighe’s chest, watching the blood well and flow down his flesh in the mirror, no sooner trickling down over his nipple before the wound healed. Karnik leaned over the Fae’s shoulder and lapped at the blood trail.

I wonder if Karnik’s cleaning bill is high, Tighe wondered as the ethereal sensation returned. He reached out through a haze and touched the image of the vampire licking up his blood. He flexed his fingertips as if tunneling his fingers through the dark locks of his Master’s hair.

Karnik delicately sliced another section of his skin above his collar bone, gesturing for the lounger to be brought closer. He lowered them both on it, not breaking Tighe’s eye contact with himself in the mirror and draped Tighe over his lap, tongue pressing into the new wound before it healed, leaving him to scrape his tongue over new skin.

Tighe shivered and fisted his hand in the reflection of Karnik’s hair. Royal was mystified and spellbound with the taboo she was witnessing. My brother, my pretty brother, she shook herself out of her reverie. I shouldn’t be watching this, this is such a private moment..

Karnik dug the sharp edge down the middle of Tighe’s chest, allowing the blood to pool in his belly button before dipping his fingers in and licking.

The Fae was holding his breath in an attempt to keep his reflection’s blood away from the edge of his shirt and staining the soft material. The scent of lilacs and copper began permeating the air around him, the sweet scent Tighe knew to be his blood.

Beyond his reflection, several glowing eyes drooled.

In one swift movement Karnik bent down and thrust his tongue into Tighe’s belly button, licking the blood free and following the trail up to the healed wound.

The hall was absolutely silent. His new pet was most breathtaking to behold.

“Ahh!” Tighe cried out and clung to Karnik. His fingers were suddenly tangled in his silky hair, drowning in the feel of the vampire’s tongue on his body. The Fae got harder just from the joint sensations but his eyes never left the mirror.

Karnik drew Tighe’s skirt up, safely out of blood’s way and sliced on Tighe’s lower abdomen, leaning lower down to lick it up, grinning to himself.

His hair is soooo soft. Tighe thought in wonder vaguely noticing the draft in places he’d rather not ponder.

Karnik gripped the fabric of the skirt and ripped it out of his way, letting it fall to the floor, allowing his hair to briefly fall into Tighe’s lap. He undid the shirt’s buttons with slow deliberate movements, pushing it and the bodice to the side. Flicking his hair over his shoulder, he sank teeth into the skin on Tighe’s neck and made another cut on his chest, watching it trail down his body, catching the drop with his mouth as it ran off the side.

Tighe’s fingers slackened in Karnik’s hair and drifted down to his side. The mirror showed him his eyes darkening with desire, his body standing at attention and splayed out in wanton submission.

Karnik pushed one finger into Tighe’s mouth, catching delicate flesh with his fingernail, but not caring, letting it pop free and moved it down to play with Tighe’s puckered entrance.

“Eep!” The fae shouted as he grabbed the invasive hand firmly by the wrist. Tighe tore his gaze from the mirror and his body turned bright red in embarrassment as he drew the shirt to cover him as best it could from the rabid gaze of so many people.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He told him in an unsteady voice.

Karnik grinned savagely. "Enough of what?" He said. "Enough preparation?"

Royal flinched inwardly as she watched the horror dawn on her brother’s face. Why did you have to break that pretty moment, she lamented. Why couldn’t you have stayed enthralled with the mirror?

Karnik raised Tighe’s leg and pressed the silver tip into the softness of Tighe’s inner thigh and let the blood roll down to his groin. "No answer?" He hissed softly.

“No.” Tighe moaned and shook his head. “Not again..” He began to cry and looked to his sister for help. Royal turned her back to the whole thing.

Karnik wrapped his mouth around Tighe’s mouth and hummed, caressed his now hard cock and blood with one hand, scored his fingernails down his chest with the other.

The Fae’s sobs were muffled by the kiss but his tears rolled freely down his cheeks. He kept pleading with his eyes for his sister to turn around. For her to let him see her face instead of her back. His Fae senses told him Royal had put up a wall between them so not to feel or sense his despair and it hurt.

He thrust his tongue deeper into Tighe’s mouth and tangled their tongues together. He ran a finger down the sensitive skin between his sac and his pucker lightly at first, and then more firmly, and drew back to watch him squirm.

Tighe dug in his fingers into the wrist as Karnik toyed with him. He fought to pull the teasing hand away from him and despaired when he couldn’t.

“Stop it.” He cried breaking free of the kiss as he bucked up in the air.

Karnik let one finger slip up to the first knuckle, teasing, before withdrawing it. "Never." He said.

Tighe moaned and he felt his human senses expand to cat like briefly before returning to mortal standards. The instant shift heightened his pleasure, nearly making him climax on the spot.

The scent of his blood, once just a hint, coated the back of his throat in its strength. His eyes saw the surrounding vampires, all unique and beautiful creatures that lurked in the bright darkness. His heart beating frantically was joined by at least five others, four werewolves and one dying human.

He pushed his finger all the way in, withdrew it and pressed it all the way back in. "Your body is hungry for me.”

Tighe flung his head back with a stifled cry. His master had found that special spot and he couldn’t help but long for Karnik to do that again.

Karnik added another finger, and twisted, taking delight in the noises and the writhing of Tighe’s body. The Fae didn’t even attempt to smother his moan. It started deep within his chest and slithered up past his lips. Unconsciously, he began stroking Karnik’s trapped wrist with his thumb.

Amused by Tighe’s unconscious hand gestures, Karnik added another finger, making sure to hit his prostate.

His senses expanded briefly again and the room lit up. Tighe could hear now only two rapidly beating hearts now. The human a circle of four pretty blond vampires, without a doubt all brothers, had been feasting on was dead. They all had eyes on him. He saw the werewolves were piled together and either were jerking themselves off to the shameless spectacle Tighe was making of himself or engaging in sex with one another.

He could smell the nauseating sweet perfume Maynard had practically bathed in as he crept closer to Karnik and him. He caught a whiff of Arun himself, a blend of salty sweat and cow hide leather. He found he rather liked the vampire’s scent. Royal, Tighe found, reeked of death, gun powder and blood.

“What are you thinking, little one.” Karnik purred as he eased off on his assault.

“That you smell like sorrow.”

Karnik raised an eyebrow, and dug his fingernail into Tighe’s thigh, drawing blood, drawing the nail along the skin of his lower belly. "Sorrow? How empathetic."

Tighe flinched and let out a hiss of pain. The thumb that caressed Karnik’s captured wrist stopped and dug in painfully. “S-sorry?”

"Sorry...?" He waited for the honorific.

“Karnik-sama?” Tighe replied and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting painful retribution for not responding with the precise honorific the vampire wanted.

Stupid Fae blood, Royal thought as she shook her head in disgust. Just have to push boundaries, don’t you fraello?

Karnik twisted his head up and kissed him, almost gently. He dug his nails into Tighe’s other thigh. "Close, but not quite."

“Could we do that again?” Tighe inquired innocently as he opened his eyes then winced as he flexed his legs. “Minus the stabby stabby?”

Karnik raised an eyebrow and was dominating Tighe’s mouth, all tongue and teeth and blood. There wasn’t much the Fae could do after that but go along for the ride.

Karnik gestured and a mute slave brought a jar of oil. Whilst still savaging Tighe’s mouth, he dribbled some on his cock and some over Tighe’s ass and began to finger fuck the little Fae in tandem to his kiss.

Tighe’s eyes fluttered shut as delicious sensations flooded his body. He could feel every groove and nuance of Karnik’s talented fingers. He could smell the bitter scent of the oil coating his passage and the vampire’s advancing cock. The blood in his mouth took on a distinct flavor of lilacs and something entirely him and he moaned. He slid his hand down Karnik’s captured wrist, threaded his fingers through his Master’s and squeezed.

Karnik shifted Tighe, so he could get his knees under him, and look at himself in the mirror whilst he thrust into the Fae’s body. Tighe’s eyes shot open and the mirror captured his gaze once more. He took a moment to steady himself, bracing himself against the mirror and saw his violet eyes slit momentarily before turning back to normal eyes hooded with desire.

"Move." Karnik growled in his ear, sending shivers down Tighe’s spine. The Fae clenched his lower muscles and one side of his mouth quirked up.

“As you wish.” He murmured and thrust back into Karnik as hard as he could.

Karnik growled low as Tighe tightened around his cock. He bit at the nape of Tighe’s neck, left bruises on Tighe’s hip with the clench of his fingers, drawing blood where his nails caught. For his compliance and stunning performance Karnik decided he'd let Tighe come.

Tighe moaned and fucked himself on Karnik’s cock in earnest. He saw the creature in the mirror that wore his face move faster and thrust more violently. Beyond the shameless reflection, he saw the masturbating wolves jerk themselves off in time with his own wild movements. The four vampires joined the remaining wolves in their orgy. The scent of several climaxes layered the air.

Just as the Fae reached his own culmination and he screamed, gasping out his release, he felt Maynard snake a hand up his leg.

Quit it, Tighe thought weakly.

At the tightening of Tighe’s arse around his cock, Karnik grunted, thrust twice more into the Fae and came. He allowed himself to lean back against the chaise, settling Tighe draped down over him.

He looked down and stabbed Maynard’s hand with the silver ring. "Don't touch." He growled.

Maynard yelped and jerked his hand back as Tighe curled up in Karnik’s lap sleepily.

“S-sorry Master.” The vampire stammered. He watched as the young Fae turned on his side before drifting off to sleep. I want that, Maynard thought to himself. I want to be the one he sleeps on.

Karnik ignored Maynard, he could be dealt with later and wrapped his arms around Tighe’s soft flesh and stroked his fingers through his hair, letting his eyes half close. It had been a fine night, lots accomplished.

The party drew to a close with everyone drifting off to their rooms or curling up around Karnik. Royal watched each one of the men have some part of them touching their master. Some lay with their heads touching his shoes. Others draped his hair over them or gathered it around their fingers.

Dawn was finally breaking and with a jaw cracking yawn, Royal settled down on the floor beside her brother and quickly dozed off.

Hours later, Tighe awoke with a jerk and scanned the area with his senses before cracking his eyes open. The body he laid on was cold and dead to the world. The room was thick with silence broken only by a single quiet breath. He opened his eyes.

Karnik had a heavy arm around him and vampires surrounded him from head to toe. The Fae frantically slipped between realms, reappeared outside the circle of vampires and scrambled away in a jumble of hands and feet. Tighe spotted Royal leaned up against the lounger, cuddling her kitana in her sleep, crack an eye open and vanish a moment before reappearing at his side.

“Hungry?” she whispered.

Tighe nodded, “But first... find me some pants?” then blushed bright red.

Royal silently snickered and vanished. Minutes later, she reappeared with a pair of buckskin pants that Tighe graciously took and slipped on.

“You’re lucky me and you are about the same size.” Royal hissed as she took Tighe’s hand and lead him toward the kitchen. “Otherwise, the only other person close is Maynard... and you know he doesn’t own any men’s clothing.”

Tighe laughed, “Where does he get his clothes anyway? Does he special order them?”

“I think he makes them himself.” Royal replied and both of them burst into laughter.

Tighe looked down at his gaping lavender shirt and tan buckskin pants, “You-know-who’ll have a fit if he catches me like this.”

Royal frowned and he continued, “I thought Maynard looked fine last night but He said he looked bad.”

His sister smirked as they entered the kitchen, “Oh yeah, the Master likes everything to coordinate.”

“Well, I don’t coordinate now.” Tighe replied as he began raiding the cupboards. He found some fruits, vegetables and jerky and tossed them on the counter.

“Nope, you clash.” Royal responded as she pulled out silverware.

Together, the two siblings made a salad with shredded jerky and carrot garnish. With their salad, they had a large mug of orange juice and a bowl full of grapes between them. They enjoyed their food sitting side by side on the cold floor.

“I missed this.” Royal said after a friendly silence while they ate. “Us being together. Making a meal, being with you...”

She sighed as Tighe looked at her and popped a grape in his mouth.

“To you, it may have been an hour or a day. But to me, here on Earth, it’s been years.”

“So, what have you been up to?”

“I joined a tribe of ‘Injuns’...”

“What are ‘Injuns’?”

Royal chuckled then popped a carrot in her mouth, chewed and swallowed it before explaining, “They’re what pale skinned humans call the natives around here. They have tons of names for them: savages, red skin...”

“Wonder what they’d think of us? Otousan used to call Mother and I ijin.” Tighe asked as he munched on his salad.

“I always thought Tousan always called you and Kasan by name.” Royal replied then snickered. “Or Tiggy Kitty.”

Tighe smacked his sister playfully, “Otousan only did it once and it was only after you said it first.”

“Was that the first sentence I spoke as a baby?”

“Yup,” Tighe replied with a smile. “You were almost a year old and Mother had just sat you down for dinner. I came bolting into the dinning room in the form of a black and white house cat and you pointed at me and go ‘Mama, Tiggy Kitty’ . Otousan stopped mid-bite of rice, Mother’s looking at you utterly delighted and I turned back to normal and looked at you totally stunned. Then you busted up in giggles and said No Tiggy Kitty!.”

“I actually recognized you as a cat?” Royal said with disbelief.

Tighe smiled and hugged his sister, “Yeah you did.”

Just then, Karnik slammed the door open and the two siblings sprang apart, Royal rolling to her feet.

"There you are!" He sauntered in, dressed in a black silk kimono - a gift from the late queen- freshly bathed. "Time for your bath!"

“W-what?” Tighe stammered. “B-but...”

Royal smirked and pulled her brother to his feet. “You do need one.”

Karnik smirked as he noticed the pants the Fae was wearing. They'd have to be removed...

"You know, those pants won't last if they get wet." He pointed out. He hadn't had this much fun in ages.

Tighe made an ‘eep’ noise and shucked out of the pants as quickly as he could. Then he drew the edges of his shirt around him like a robe...a robe that barely covered his buttock and man bits. He tried hard not to blush as his sister chuckled at the self-conscious picture of discomfort he made.

Karnik chuckled at the lovely sight and beckoned a minion forward from behind the door. From them he took a lovely lavender kimono with deeper purple accents.

"Come here." He purred, "And you can wear this."

Tighe looked back at Royal for confirmation and she merely shrugged. He took a hesitant step forward then walked more bravely to Karnik. He stopped before him with his head bowed and held out a hand for the garment.

Karnik draped the gown over the minion, and took Tighe’s hand in his own, slowly sliding the shirt from Tighe’s shoulders, working his arms so it fell to the floor. When that was done, he draped the silk robe over Tighe’s shoulders, allowing it to fall open to the waist, tying the belt precariously low.

Royal silently watched as Karnik lead her brother away, his arm around Tighe’s shoulders cutting off any hint or attempt to get away. As she gathered up her brother’s discarded clothes and walked upstairs to Tighe’s room, Royal couldn’t help the words that spilled from her lips.

“Rubba dub dub, fraello” and then she laughed.