Clove : Book 4 of Lord Emperor Vampire Series

Note: I did write up the kudos and questions for chapter 154 Brother,Blueberry. I even have it printed off in my hardcopy. I just didn't load them Sorry. My bad. They are up now.

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Rosei: Lanseng isn’t a vampire unless you are thinking of “vamp” as in a woman that uses sex appeal to exploit men ( we’ll just exchange man for woman for our definition.)
Our lovely blue haired, blueberry essenced Seer is 6ft 11in.

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Cuddly hellkittens to the Loyal: Laur; k; Lioncourt; Rosei; Rosemary and Spirit.


WARNING: WINGED BUNNIES

Frankie Goes to Hollywood – “The Power of Love” used without permission. But it’s so beautiful.

Chapter 155: Golden Phoenix

Can you say shrine? I staggered to a stop and stared up at the huge mural that dominated the entryway to the multi-tier club. It was Sex in full burning mode in a John Travolta white suit. There was a smile on his face that I hadn’t seen in years and his arms were open as if welcoming his lover. I felt all warm and mushy inside just looking at it. “Did Marcus do that?”

“Marcus had quit painting by the time Hades had rebuilt. I’m not sure who he got to do that..” Lanseng whispered into my ear.

Well, it looked like Hades finally got his jukebox. Sex welcomed him with open arms everyday.

I will admit the Golden Pheasant was a dark hole with a black back room that you didn’t dare enter without shoes. Still, it was my favorite killing/hunting grounds. Hades had rebuilt a palace on the foundations of a stable. There were three stories to his place. The first was an all ages dance club. No doubt so he could get his nibbles on in an anonymous atmosphere. The second floor was a minimum 21 years old gay dance bar with private booths but nothing as serious as the sex holes the Pheasant used to have…that was reserved for the third floor. Adult gay sex, strip, fetish club…stay my ass away from that place. Of course, that was where Hades office was. Hentai.

I got carded.

I just looked at the doorman stupidly. You have got to be kidding me. I didn’t have any ID on me. Armor had already been let through, so was Lanseng so it was just me and the Loyal waiting. I went to push my way past. The bouncer caught my shoulder, Riot broke his hand. Guns came out and people started screaming. “What’s going on!” Hades’ metallic voice floated from a hidden speaker.

“It’s Azrael.” I shouted out.

There was a pause. “Claudius is here. Is there going to be a problem?”

“I’m just looking for some nibbles. I’m not looking for trouble.”

“Yes, you have a habit of blowing up buildings when you start trouble. This is my house, Azrael, I expect you to respect that. Escort Lord Azrael and his party to the second floor VIP lounge.”

The news that Father was here up on the third floor was more disturbing that it should have been. I guess Sex did still love him. Lanseng grabbed my hand and here I was dragged behind in his wake. The hunger hit me. Fresh blood. Warm bodies. Vampires cannot live by blood packs alone. I felt weak and exhilarated at the same time.

Armor threw himself down into the Vegas style booth draping himself provocatively in a lounging pose. Lanseng settled his 6 foot 11 inch frame down on the opposite side and scooted me between the mammoth bookends. I felt tiny between them.

Riot and the rest of the Loyal arranged themselves around the booth and out into the crowd. “How much did Hades spend on this place?”

Armor flopped an arm behind the red velvet backrest and surveyed the area. Yes, Hades was a pervert, but he was a classy pervert. The music was pumping. The crowd was jumping and my fangs were tingling. Marcus wanted us to show Skell how to hunt humans but I was so hungry. I didn’t want to leave him this wicked feeling. He would end up draining someone right now. I was going to have to take the edge off before giving Skell the hand off.

Oh, and here comes the edge now. He was beautiful and he knew it. Armor gave a slight nod and the Loyal let the man approach. I knew I was his target because his eyes never flicked to my bookends once. He didn’t bother trying to shout over the music. He climbed the three steps up to the booth then just help out his hand. Well wasn’t that just gallant. Since the snack tray had presented himself, I wasn’t going to turn him down.

I took his hand and he lead me onto the crowded dance floor. I could feel his excitement at snatching his prize from between two hulking…bodyguards? He turned and even though the music was a fast bopping club beat he drew me right up against his front. Both hands were either side of my hips and he held me still as he circled his pelvis up against me. “You are absolutely stunning.” His eyes flicked up to my hair. “Is that real?”

I brought my arms up to his shoulders. “Does it matter?”

His blue eyes flicked up to my green ones. “Not really.” He dropped his knees a bit, shifted his hands to my ass and hauled me tighter to him. I could feel his erection struggling to life. I leaned forward and took a deep breath. Essence of Kaluha . Ooooh.

“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you rub it against me?” That was the corniest line that I ever used. It never worked before.

“I want you.” He whispered back to me. “What about your linebackers?”

“Just friends.”

“The blue haired guy is flashing daggers at me.”

“He’s waiting for my brother to show up tonight. You got your hands on my ass, I think you got my attention.”

“We can go upstairs.”

Eww. There was a strategically placed dark alcove along the far side of the dancefloor. It was roped off but when I pulled my nibble towards it. A bouncer magically appeared and pulled the velvet rope back. I drew the man up against me and kissed him. His thoughts were easy. Straight forward vanilla sex. Nothing strange or kinky. He was a closet romantic. There was another vegas booth. I laid myself provocatively on it. He wasn’t going to get the goodies, but I would leave him fond memories.

His name was Romeo. Poor kid. He carefully settled himself over me being polite even as his horny level ratcheted up to 10. He needed a lover. I twitched as he settled his weight on me. “Ssshhh, I won’t hurt you.” He whispered into my ear.

I let him fool around for a bit then I settled down to business. I locked him into a sensual loop and fanged him gently. I could feel Skell hovering around in my head. Interested but not stepping up to take over. I drank Father’s way. Holy crap, this guy was Kaluha. I could only take three before his essence exploded in my veins My little tributaries had almost dried up from seven years of blood packs and epi-pens but now; it hurt. And it didn’t My veins were flooded. I groaned and pulled my fangs free. Oh God….changed my mind. It hurt. It hurt real bad.

Romeo went flying. Claudius face swam before me for about a second before I was hauled upright to his chest.. I can only assume that this is what a drug addict feels like. Claudius dropped a hard binding on me physically and vocally. My body began to spasm. I had been working on less than 1/3rd power.

“It will pass, my son. Just bear it a while longer.”

I think I saw Lanseng holding Romeo. I know I saw Armor staring intensely at the back of Father’s head. The most stupid thought ripped through me. I could have taken him in our fight. Then I spasmed again moving down the scale from grand mal to just twitching. I was lucky I didn’t soil myself. Finally, I just lay – weak? No, tired? Exhausted? I don’t know what the hell I was feeling. All I knew that I was finally back into the land of the living. I took a deep shuddering breath. Father was stroking my hair and rocking me gently.

I called out to Elder brother. “You need to be here, Sex. You don’t have to stay, but both of you need a little face time before tomorrow. Hell you don’t even have to talk to each other.”

“Tell him.”

My voice was harsh even though no noise escaped from the dark alcove, I had been screaming through my agony. “Sex is coming out, Father. He doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Claudius stilled then tried to push me away. I tightened my hold. “There are more ways to communicate than just words, Father. Each of us has been welcomed back with love. Don’t let your first meeting be in the Arena.”

He let out a soft breath then whispered into my ear. “Send him out, Azrael. If I can only hold my Fallen Angel for a bit tonight, that is better than nothing at all.”

He knew. As soon as I took over, he knew it was me. He crushed me hard to his chest burying his face into the crook of my neck. Azrael wasn’t kidding about the pain. My body felt like it was still pulsing from aftershocks. I brought my arms up and returned my Sasha’s embrace. I’d forget everything for a while just to feel; just to breathe; just to savor the warm of his embrace; the scent of his skin; the brush of his hair over my face.

I loved him. I thought my chest was going to burst from the hard beating of my heart. I fucking loved him so…that’s why it hurt so much. No…just savor everything. This might be the last time I’m in my Sasha kitty’s arms. I turned my face and nuzzled up into his neck and the underside of his jaw.

I’ve dreamt of this. What I would do when I got back my Sasha. When it was explained to be all a big misunderstanding. But it wasn’t a misunderstanding. My Sasha, my lover turned into Claudius, my Emperor and it was deliberate. He thought it out before the opportunity was presented. I let my fang scrape that fleshy underside of his jaw and I let my tongue come out and taste him. Cloves. Rich, earthy, dark and antiseptic. If I got enough essence from him at this moment, maybe I could dull the pain I was going to have to live with. Sasha jerked his head back and blue flame erupted in his eyes. A hand came up and traced the features of my face, lingering over my brows.

The stinging agony that was my newly awakened body faded. I called on my feathers and they ripped through the back of my tee, pale and almost glowing in the darkness. I stroked his shoulder. I loved his coal colored wings. They were larger and in a feathered embrace they would wrap around me and mine and I would feel secure. Even it was only an illusion, I wanted that feeling.

Sasha let me go and struggled out his suit jacket. I ripped his tie from his neck and wrenched all the buttons off his shirt. I noticed Armor take the human from Lanseng’s hold. He would have to cover my tracks, or Marcus would. Lanseng just bowed his head in our direction and gestured at a curtain I hadn’t noticed off to the side. I pointed. Sasha pulled the curtain closed around us then turned back. His wings were as magnificent as I remembered. He flapped them once and I was hit with a breeze scented with tropical exotic nights. Too exotic for a Russian.

I climbed to my feet and plastered myself to his chest. “Sex, I…”

I laid my hand across his mouth. I let my own blue flame flare up. I let my wings curve around under his pulling him toward me. One hand come up under his hair and stroked the nape of his neck. I angled my face to the left. He moved to the right and our lips touched. This felt so right after so long. I ran my other hand down his naked back to the swell of his ass. The room got darker and his massive wings enfolded us pushing me closer to his body. Cinnamon and Cloves spiced up our small snuggling space.

Chaste kisses weren’t enough. They were never enough with him. I remembered my desperate promise to him when Azrael first begged Claudius to service me. Then Xavier came to Father and told him the same thing. Claudius was shoved onto me. He never wanted me.

He loved girls.

Something else I would never tell X. I remember exactly what Claudius said in that stairwell after Armanita took off in the helicopter. “I do what I must, to get what I want Xavier. You know what I want. Since you are spoken for two times over, I have had to try and find another set of arms.”

He loved girls and I was a stand in for Xavier. How long was I going to lie to myself? I got Sasha by default.

“Claudius is fucking me good. Claudius is fucking me hard. Harder Claudius, harder.” And that’s all this was. If you boil it down to the basics. I was a whore hole. That’s how he viewed me, because how could you rip out the heart and intestines of the one you love? “I'll be yours. Only yours. I won't look at anyone else." I promised him that in the backseat of the limo. At the time, I was naked and desperate, but I meant it.

I felt tears stream my face. I deepened our kiss, injecting it with passion. My passion. I made him a promise so long ago. I was his. I would ever only be his. I was forever trapped by black hair and an arctic blue gaze. I would love him eternally. His name was carved on my heart and in my soul.

Claudius, my Father. Sasha my lover. Give me this one last time, my betrayer. Let me kindle this sparkle and hold it close to me for the rest of my eternity. Come what may. I broke our kiss and looked up into his blue flame. Come what may, lubov moya, I will never look at anyone else. I can walk in the Dark now. I can survive in the dark where you sent me.

I ran my finger tips over his cheeks. These past seven years have not been kind to him. I pressed a kiss to the pulse of his throat. I stilled. He wore our locket. He caught me by the back of the head and forced my face up to his. I was stunned but he coaxed me into frenching with a little blood play. Essence intermingled.

He cupped my ass and lifted me off my feet. Instinctively I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. I willed my wings away and turned my head, offering up my throat. I was laid on a cushion of black feathers. His figures plucked at the push button start. Like I needed that.

I arched up into his body. He was hard for me already. His mouth fastened on my bud and he sucked me through my shirt. I thrashed toward him. My pants were down around my knees, my shirt shoved up my stomach. Talented fingers plucked at my nipple while a talented mouth suckled my cock. I threw back my head and screamed. Sasha had a vocal binding on me. The only sound in our dark enclave was the rustle of autumn leaves in the winds and the shifting of clothing.

Out past the curtain, the thumping bass music changed. Dramatically. That’s why it caught part of my attention as Sasha worked me up the peak of sexual ecstasy.

“I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door”

I clawed at the back wings as Sasha took me deep inside his mouth. His forearms came up, pushing my legs up and apart. I had no will to resist him. I was making memories.

“Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal”

I ejaculated.

“The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul”

Sasha shifted forward, pressing his hardened member at my entrance but offering a familiar kiss of essence. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. Together we drank my offering. Licking each other’s fangs clean. A forefinger wiped at my lips asking silently for the next step. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, coating them liberally.

“Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal”

He showed restraint. I fully expected him to breech my portal with two fingers. I was teased and taunted open and relaxed. His blue flame if it was possible burned even brighter, glowing in the darkness.

“I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you”

Sasha lifted me with his lips, arranging them so they propped my torso up toward him. His hand worked easily in my portal stretching me, preparing me. He paused for a moment and I was lost in white pleasure as he grazed my prostate with a touch.

“Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin' rushin' inside of me”

He did it again and again. I forgot how to breathe. It was a good thing he had a binding on me. My body was thrashing almost out of control. I got my hands up on his shoulders and pushed at him. Too much. Too intense. I was ready to cum again.

“The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal”

Then he slid home. His face dropped beside my cheek as his hips pushed himself fully into me with one stroke. I groaned into his hair, the only thing he felt was my breath in his ear.

“This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and closed my eyes as he slowly began to thrust. His feathers rustled and closed tighter around us.

“I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal”

I ranked my hands down his smooth flesh between his wings. He arched backwards forcing himself deeper and brushing my prostate again. I exploded with another cry.

“The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove”

Sasha shifted me sideways, holding my leg up high and began to move in time with the eternal rythym. My torso was turned chest down on the featherbed and my exposed nipples raked across their texture with each of Sasha’s trusts. I clawed at the fabric beneath the feathers. I could feel Sasha’s hot breath on my nape.

“Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal”

He licked at my wing scars. He trailed a finger down my spine. I called them out. Sasha took a hold of them at the hinge and pulled me upright. He shifted his hips but stayed buried. I shivered with sensation. My wings tinkled like broken glass. Then he shifted his hold around my chest, his chin on my shoulder. He pinched my nipples and twisted. I stiffened and arched back into him.

He fanged me deep. He kept still. He didn’t draw my blood in, it just pulsed into his mouth, filling it slowly. I was stunned as my cock began stirring again in time with my pulses. Sasha continued to buck deep in me. He dropped his right hand from that nub and began to worry my re-awakening member.

I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

I…I….my body began to convulse. My eyes rolled up into my head as my cum forced it way out of my body. I tightened unbearably on Sasha had his rhythm fell apart as he groaned as he spent inside me. We slumped forward, crushing me into the down of the feathers. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. I’ve never come three times in a row before. I think I broke something internally. I’ve never felt so tired. I shivered as Sasha licked at my neck, closing the fang marks.

He manhandled me too easily for my liking. I was propped against him my wings folded around me as his black wings cuddled both of us. His chest heaved as if he had been running and his normal coiffed self was disheveled. His hair was longer than I remembered. I picked up a handful and brought to my face. He had some exotic floral scent mixed with his natural essence.

Just a bit longer. I turned and snuggled my sweaty frame against his. Let me pretend just a bit longer.

“My Lord.” A voice called from beyond the curtain. “You car is here.”

Sasha’s arms tightened on me. “Understood.”

I guess that was all I was going to get. I was handed the ever present handkerchief from his suit coat to clean up with. He pressed gently sucking kisses up from my neck to that spot just behind me ear. “I find it very difficult to say no to you, Sex. I had a speech all prepared for the time we would meet again.”

“You were sure we would meet again?”

“If Orel Wessel had killed you, they would have spread it around the world.” The wings tightened around me. “Sex, I…”

I dissolved my wings and pushed at the trailing edge of Claudius’ wings. He resisted for a brief moment then they dissolved in the same shimmer of blue light as mine. I searched for my pants and underwear well aware that he was watching me. I would clean up in the bathroom. I jerked my underwear on and pulled my pant up. Claudius was pressed against my back, one hand splayed again my stomach, his pinkie in my navel. The other hand turned head sideways and he kissed me. I met his French technique with abandon but I didn’t turn around. The idyll was over.

“Sex…”

I broke the kiss and reached back, letting my palm rest against his cheek. I let the back of my head rest on his shoulder. “You did what you did because you thought it was the right thing to do. It’s been passed on to me, Claudius. You are the Lord Emperor. You are a direct descent from Sigmund. I’m not disputing that…I just don’t like the way it was done.”

There was silence behind me.

“Lord Claudius?” The disembodied voice called from the curtain.

“Your people await.” I pulled away from Claudius.

“Sex…”

“Just go, Claudius.”

“You forgot did you not?” He stepped forward and brushed at my long white hair. “In a vocal binding, you can still make coherent thoughts. I heard you. I hear every word. This is not goodbye. This is not our last time together. You do not have to savor this joining because it is not our last. Yes, Azrael asked me to service you. Xavier begged me to take you. You made promises to me and you’ve kept them. I have found love with you, Sex.”

I stepped backwards out of touching range. I looked to my side. “I have looked to my right, Claudius. You’re not there.”

I reached out and pulled the curtain back. A man in black was standing there waiting to escort the Lord Emperor out to his car. I turned and dropped into reverent pose. The evidence of our tryst made me feel dirty. I rose and headed back toward the crowded dance floor.

I felt his eyes on me. I passed Armor and Lanseng and headed toward the third floor stairs. Apparently Hades had left instructions and I was lead up the stairs to the nasty level without hassle. Oh yeah, it was nasty level. Then again, I should talk. I just had sex in a dark corner of a dance club.

There was a knock at a opaque bubbled glass door. Hades voice called out permission to enter. The bouncer opened the door and left me there to enter of my own accord. I stepped in and shut the door behind me. Hades was sitting behind a large teak desk staring across the room at a wall of sound. There were about 30 monitors showing the goings on of his domain. I caught an image of a black haired vampire being lead to a long black limousine. I watched Claudius climb into the vehicle and it pulled away from the curb.

“Sex, what can I do for you?”

“Shower.” Hades pointed to a side door.

The unease that lingered in the body regarding the shower was nothing compared to the need to get clean. You can wash off grim, and filth. Your skin can get pink from the heat of the water. The best thing about a shower is…you can cry out your heartache and no one will know just how fucked up your life truly is.

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