Gravity of Love

(two)

"Gavin!"

I woke up with a start as I heard my name followed by a loud banging at my door. I had become somewhat tangled in the sheets, silk was so easy to get into, but harder to get out of. Another round of banging made me yelp and struggled further to get out of bed. I rolled over, but the sheets just wrapped around my body. Damnit!

"Gavin, open up this fucking door right now!"

I froze with fear. That was Ren, what had I done now?

The door burst open and he stormed in, a physical wave of anger. He paused to look me over. He was wearing his favorite suits, all black with a blood red shirt and black tie. He dressed in all styles of clothing, but he always stuck to those two main colors. His hair, always cropped short was a bright almost unnatural shade of red, yet he managed to make it seem stylish. I had managed to get to the edge of the bed, the sheets still covering most of me. He crossed the room over to me and snatched the sheets away.

"Where the hell were you?!" He bellowed. I cringed from the volume of his voice and sunk into my submissive mode instantly.

"I got picked up by somebody you sent, Ren," I croaked, "that's where I was all night."
He already had his fist balled up, ready to strike; I hope I was giving him the answers he wanted to hear. Please, please, let that be what he wanted to hear.

"I'm not talking about last night, you little cunt, I'm talking about this afternoon for your set at On The Lash!"

Afternoon? Shit, what time was it? I glanced fearfully at the small clock in the corner; its red numbers blared four thirty p.m. I was supposed to be at work at twelve. I was so screwed.

"I fell asleep, Ren, I forgot….I wouldn't miss it on purpose…..I—"

My subservient babbling was cut short when his fist found my face. I went flying back unto the bed turning so I landed on my stomach, cowering in a ball. He hopped on the bed and grabbed my hair, driving my face into the pillows.

"You forgot? You FORGOT! I give you all of this and all I ask is for you to dance two days a week. Only two! Do you know everyone else has to work clients and the club all week?!"

"I know, Ren, I know! I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry!"

"You're gonna be more than sorry," he growled and he pushed my face further into the pillows, making it hard to breath. I fought to try and rise up, but his strength—or my lack of will—kept me down. It always kept me down. I barely struggled as he yelled and cursed and it wasn't long before I could feel myself slipping from lack of oxygen.

"Ren, please…"I moaned piteously into the pillow, hoping he would hear me.

Slowly I felt the pressure on the back of my head lighten and I pushed myself up from the pillow and took deep swallows of air. Ren pushed me on my back and grabbed me by my throat. I held his hands, but made no attempt to move them; I just stared up into those fierce green eyes and waited.

"You better be glad I need you for tonight or else I would beat your fucking face in!" He tightened his grip a bit, making me gasp.

"I'm sorry, Ren, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pathetic, wasn't I?

"Get yourself cleaned up and come home, I've got plans to meet Selene and I want you to be there. You think you can handle that?"

I nodded, but that didn't seem good enough for him. He dug his fingers into my throat and shook me.
"Can you?!!"

"Y-Yes!" I croaked. He let me go and got off the bed. He took a moment to straighten his clothes going from crazed maniac to smooth playboy in seconds. He spared me another nasty look and left, slamming the door behind him. Minutes passed and I still hadn't moved. If he lost it and finally decided to kill me would I just lie there and let him do it? The main reason why I had left home all these years ago was because I was tired of rules and tired of assholes controlling my life. So when had I become so weak and powerless? I was so desperate when I was sixteen, I thought Ren really was going to help me but all he turned me into was a whore to pimped out to the highest bidder. I knew he loved me, despite how he treats me. I know he did. Yes, David, you're quite nuts and so am I.

The room was still spinning as I got up and it took me forever to take a shower. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Thankfully, Ren hadn't hit me hard enough to leave a bad bruise, but I would have to use some concealer to cover up the reddish spot forming on my jaw. Sad, empty eyes stared back at me and I had to look away. I never spent much time looking in the mirror anymore, do you really blame me? I still felt a bit dizzy so I just took my time moving around and was able to get out of there around five thirty. It was eerily quiet as I stepped outside; the club was open only during night hours, so the parking lot was empty and the entire lot looked abandoned. Ren had said he had plans for me tonight, so I was sure I'd be seeing this place again pretty soon. I'll hold my excitement in a jar and save it for later. Really.

The car that David drove last night was still here and I got inside. The keys were no longer in the ignition, but that meant it had been hidden it a secret compartment in the side door. I got the keys and was soon on my way, driving quickly down the dirt road to get back on the main highway.

Home was Worthington Manor, an out-of-the-way townhouse Ren had acquired after its residents suddenly 'moved out'. Despite what Ren told me I knew that they were either forced to sell or killed. Ren was extremely ruthless and usually got what he wanted and made others pay dearly for the times when he didn't. I always liked to think that hanging with the vampires had corrupted Ren some way or the other, but I knew Ren was the way he was all on his own. I pulled up at the iron gates and they slowly opened for me. I parked in the front, leaving the car for one of Ren's other people to take it to the garage, gas it up or whatever the hell they were supposed to do.

Once inside I headed straight for Ren's personal lounge. There were aromas coming from the kitchen that made my stomach growl as I passed by, but for my own safety Ren came before food. As I approached the door I heard soft moans and grunts, quickly followed by someone crying out. Ren often "entertained" in that room and today was no exception. He always seemed to be at it with someone, human or vampire. Carefully, I knocked on the door and waited.

"Who is it?" Came a breathy reply.

"Gavin," I shouted through the door.

Another man's voice came from the room; it was faint but I recognized the smooth purr of it instantly.

"Gavin? I hadn't played with him for awhile." That was Mannix; he had just finished having sex and he already thinking about it again. My mind distantly wondered where David was while his "partner" was getting it on with someone else.

I heard the lock click and the thick oak doors slid back. Mannix was standing there, naked and grinning. His hazel eyes sparkled with mirth and that natural high that just having sex would give you. He was still naked and his body was gleaming slightly from sweat and god know what else. Once upon a time seeing him there would have turned me on, I'd have went down on my knees in a heartbeat. Now? I just wanted to get by him with as little contact as possible.

"Get your ass is here, boy!" With an invitation like that, who could refuse? I slipped past him slowly and received a hard slap on my backside, making me jump. Did the crazy fuck always have to do that? I gave a small laugh to cover my anger.

"Hey Mannix," I said in a fake light voice. Ren was further in the room putting his pants back on. I started to make my way to him when Mannix roughly grabbed me by my arm and yanked me back to him. He pulled me close so that our bodies were touching, his skin was hot and sweaty and from the pressure digging into my thigh I could tell he was quite happy. He gyrated his hips against me, and I fought hard not to push him off and spit in his face.

"You saw my David last night, didn't you?" He said softly, his hot breath on my cheek.

I nodded. "Yeah, I did."

"I talked to him when he came back home; he said you made quite the impression on him and that you showed him a really, really good time."

More like he made an impression on me, I thought sourly. I tried not to think about the conversation David and I had; the gnawing feeling of who I had really become was a reality that I didn't want to face.

"We had some fun," I purred, rubbing myself against Mannix for a second or two. God, I sickened myself sometimes. Before I had time to protest Mannix's lips found mine, tongue probing my mouth wildly. I, of course, kissed him back; I didn't want to do anything to piss Mannix off. Normally I wouldn't care, but this situation was different because if I did something to make Mannix angry, Ren wouldn't be too far behind. I've seen Ren mad enough for today.
That kiss David gave me wandered back into my head and I remembered how it sent shockwaves of pleasure through me and I found myself kissing Mannix with a new fervor. As soon as the thought of David entered my head I became aroused and started groping on Mannix, moaning into his mouth. Oh David…..What the hell?! I pulled myself away from the kiss so suddenly Mannix stumbled back. We were both out of breath and both men were staring at me as if I had grown a second head. Well, one thing was for sure I definitely gave Mannix that kiss David wanted me to, with interest.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Mannix asked.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, just got excited that's all."

Mannix began walking forward and I had the choice of being pressing against him or walking back; I backed up. We only stopped when my back hit the wall and he put his arms out on either side of me, trapping me there. He looked straight into my eyes, but his words were directed at Ren.

"Can I borrow him for about an hour?"

"No," Ren replied. "It's already past six and I need to start getting him ready for tonight. Shouldn't you be with David?" Ren's voice was light, but it still held a dangerous tone to it like he wasn't too fond of the idea of how friendly Mannix and I were being towards one another. Out of sight was one thing, but right in his face he didn't seem to like it that much. Serves him right.

Ren strode over to us, pushing Mannix away from me with enough force he almost stumbled.

"You know how long it'll take to get them ready; Selene would hate to be disappointed."

Mannix froze at the sound of the woman's name, but still smiled.

"I know," he said, his hazel eyes sparkled dangerously as he continued eyeing me as hundreds of wicked thoughts ran through his head. Finally he turned away and began to redress. I sighed with relief, though I hid it well; I did not feel like 'entertaining' Mannix, I didn't want anyone to touch me right now. Mannix had gathered most of his belongings and was on the way out when he stopped in front of me and winked. "See you tonight, Gavey." And he was gone.

"So did you enjoy yourself last night?" Ren's voice was now eerily soft and quiet. I shrugged in the most nonchalant way I could.

"Yeah, it was good." More than good, but he didn't need to know that, now did he? Ren came over to me and stroked my face softly; oh boy, here it comes.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I was just really angry."

I nodded. He was always sorry, always angry and I always took it. What was new?

"I know, Ren."

His hands traveled down my chest and unzipped the leather jacket I had thrown on revealing my bare chest. It fell to the floor; the sudden change of temperature sent a slight chill through me.

"You just make me so mad sometimes and I lose it sometimes."

I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself from cringing as he fumbled with my jeans.
"I know, Ren."

"I love you; you know that, don't you?" He pressed his body against mine, his hot breath on my skin. He kissed me hard, eating at my mouth as if he could dive down my throat. He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me to him as he kissed me and I let him. Whenever he touched me was the worst because I never once tried to tell him 'no'. I never had the courage to push him away or make him stop. He had made sure I always knew that rejecting him was an option I would never be blessed with. When he first started his seduction I was just a kid in my late teens; I had considered myself pretty damn street smart, but was a virgin in every possible way when it came to him. I managed to get fooled, to actually love him despite what he does to me, or what he has me do. There was nothing left for me anyway…

His kisses began to run lower and groped my chest and sides. He slid his hand across my bare stomach and brought it down into my pants until he wrapped his fingers around my semi-erect penis. He stroked my slowly and the first shocks of pleasure ran through my body, but part of me still remained a bit cold. I remember when Ren touching me turned me into a pile of babbling slush, an orgasm waiting to happen—but now he had become just another client. The act of sex was no longer something to be enjoyed or savored, it had simply become 'that thing' that we do. He grunted and groaned and I remained cold inside, aching for something more—aching to feel something more.

Ren stood up to face and whispered in my ear. "Let's go to the bedroom, hmm?"

I nodded wordlessly and slipped past him and towards the door in the back of the study that led to the bedroom. He walked closely behind me and as I entered the dimly lit room I felt such heaviness on me that I wanted to scream. I couldn't explain the feeling, didn't quite know what it was that was gnawing at the back of my brain as I finished undressing. I sat down on the bed and laid down on my back—I seem to spend an awful lot of time in this position. He jumped back on me once I got into the bed, resuming his work that he started in the study. He reached up and dragged nails down my chest and I cried out with pain, knowing he had broken the skin.

I had enjoyed that once, but now the pain did not settle in-between my legs causing an intense pleasure, instead the throbbing pain of the wounds on my chest drove down any warmth that I had, leaving me feeling even more miserable than before. The bed suddenly got lighter and I heard Ren rummaging through a drawer. Probably lubing himself up for the next part. The heaviness got worse, wrapping around my heart, making it beat faster. When he got back on the bed and started moving my legs into our regular wheelbarrow position I realized what was wrong with me. Why I felt like I was drowning. I didn't want to do this; I didn't want him inside me and I didn't want him to touch me. For the first time since I let myself be seduced by Ren, I wanted him to stop. I always gave myself to him, despite what he did to me I always wanted him, and thought I loved him. But for just a second, and only a second, a small voice back in my brain asked me was this "love" worth all the pain. Was it ever?

"Stop." I was about to say, but it only came out as a yelp and sharp hiss of pain just as he forced himself inside me. He always started slow, moaning and whispering my name with every thrust. There were tiny pinpricks of pain with every thrust, but I forced myself to relax and allow easy access. I barely had an erection as he plowed himself into me with gaining ferocity and my thoughts began to wander, began to slip to the rhythm of Ren's cries and our rocking bodies. A single name popped into my head uninvited. David. Once Mannix got home would he jump him too? I wondered if he was usually on bottom? Would he be on top if he were with me? What the hell? Erase that, I did not just ask myself that.

Ren leaned down to kiss me and I automatically returned it without thinking. I thought again of David, thought how sweet it would be to kiss him again..to have him inside me. In my mind's eye I replaced Ren with David's soft lips, and sleek body. Warm pleasure was starting to seek through my body and I reached up to pull Ren down into another kiss. I ate at his mouth, wanting more of it, wanting more of him. David. The warmth was now turning into a growing fire, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, lifting myself up a bit, so that with every thrust his stomach brushed my penis.

"Please…"I groaned breathlessly as orgasm was finally drawing near. I hugged on to the body above me and grunted as we rocked in a steady rhythm. Oh, yes, David. He cried out on top of me and his thrusts were become more frantic and he was making small animal noises in his throat. I matched them with my own and rode the blissful roller coaster down to oblivion. David!

"Fuck yeah, Da---"I wasn't able to finish my sentence as I crashed over the edge. I'm glad that I couldn't or it would have been plenty of trouble I didn't need—or survive, I'm sure. Had I really almost called Ren 'David'? I actually fantasized about a man I had only met once? Not good at all. I remained quiet, breathing heavily as Ren detangled himself from me and lay beside me, throwing an arm across my stomach.

"I had missed you." He gave me a soft peck on my still closed eyes. I opened them slowly and looked at him, finally seeing him once the sex was over. His eyes shone like precious emeralds, glazed over a bit from orgasm, but still beautiful. God help me, I did love him. I still wanted to run out the room, still wanted to escape his touch, and I was tired of always getting hurt by him. I knew who Ren really was, but it was too late…I was in too deep. I almost felt guilty for fantasizing about David, but pushed it down. Who knows what the fuck Ren thought about when he was riding me? It sort of made me feel good, like I was defying him or something; a part of me he couldn't have or touch. Ren gave my stomach a loud pat and got off the bed, seconds later the lights came on.

"You're pretty quiet," Ren said nonchalantly and walked into his huge closet. I sat up.

"Sorry," I said softly.

"Don't be sorry," Ren said, his voice now a bit muffled from being in the closet, "just lighten up a bit. I want Selene to be impressed with you."

"Do I have to go, Ren? You normally leave me at home when you go to those vampire things." Was it obvious that I wasn't too fond of vampires? I found their existence a mockery of life, and couldn't understand how anyone could ever fuck one of those things. It was like fucking a corpse and I found the thought of it sickening and wrong. Sure I could play the part for the fantasy-hungry human, but I was one of the few who really never wanted to be coffin-bait. Ren popped his head out of the closet to glare at me.

"What's so wrong with vamps?"

I shrugged. "I'm just not into them, that's all."

"Well I don't care what you're 'into' or not, you're going. Selene wants to meet you; I've talked about you so much, she finally wants to see you face to face." He disappeared back into the closet and soon afterward cloths were being thrown out falling unceremoniously on the floor in a pile.

"Why does she want to meet me?" I whined.

"She does and that's all you need to know; she's a business associate first, vampire second. Where is that tan shirt I got for you a few weeks ago?"

"Somewhere in there with you, I think," I replied coldly, not at all happy with his previous reply. She was just a measly vampire that happened to be stronger than the others that lived in the area, a self-proclaimed ruler. She wasn't my master or Ren's so I was having trouble understanding why meeting me would be so damn important. A heavy sense of dread was eating it's way through my body at the realization that she might not want to 'meet' me, per se, but 'play' with me. Had Ren whored me out to the vampires, knowing how I felt about it? Would he? Yes, the fucking bastard, he would.

Ren came out of the closet, several articles of clothing in his hands. Well, if clothes are what you would call them. I knew, firsthand, that they were more pieces of cloth sewed together more than actual clothing; meaning, of course, that they were all mine. Ren threw the pile on the bed and then gave me a rough shove.

"What the hell are you doing just sitting there? Get washed up! I'll use the other bathroom down the hall; if you're not done by the time I come out you'll be sporting a black eye!" Another shove and he walked out of the room, unconcerned with the fact that he was still naked. The few people he kept as house help had already gotten used to his streaks and knew to ignore him or face getting fired. I got up slowly and headed to the bathroom to clean up again.


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I finished up before he did and somehow managed to find something to wear in the mess of clothes he had pulled out. I chose a deep brown leather pants that clung to me so tightly that left putting on underwear out of the question. It rode low down to the hips, past my navel and tied up the front and along the side of the legs up to the thighs. The shirt that Ren was carrying on about was not one of my favorites, but I knew Ren would raise hell if I didn't wear it. It was a silky thing, clinging to my body loosely with a simple design but it was a rich tan that brought out the color in my eyes. Ren absolutely loved it but I say "what-the-fuck-ever; I don't give a shit".

I was strapping up knee high boots when Ren finally returned, fully dressed. He must have gone into one of the other rooms. He was the only person I knew that kept every room of the house filled clothes, whether he slept in them or not. The villa had about ten rooms, so that was a fuck load of clothes. He smiled when he saw me.

"Good, you found the shirt; I love it on you and Selene will, too. I think we should leave your hair down, I'm told that Selene likes men with long hair." He grabbed a brush from the dresser and gently began brushing my hair.

"Ren?" I started uncertainly, "Are you going to lend me to Selene?"

Ren stopped brushing my hair and I prepared myself for a blow. It never came.

"No, though she has asked for you several times. Part of our agreement is that she can at least meet you, if only to look and not touch." He resumed brushing.

"Since when does a vamp look but not touch, especially a master?"

Ren chuckled softly behind me. "Since she doesn't want to upset her business partner, or the were leopards that just so happen to be his allies."

Ren was always a sneaky little devil. He and Trent, the pack leader for the city's leopards just so happened to be a close friend of Ren's. Grew up together or something, not quite sure. I had only met him once when I was still in my teens, but I remembered how scary he looked and had decided right then and there that I officially disliked lycanthropes. Vampires would always be at the top of my personal shit list, but 'thropes would have a special place in my heart for scaring the shit out of me. Needless to say, when you have someone like that at your back, you're going to make damn sure you keep him or her as a friend.

Five minutes of brushing later, Ren declared we were ready; we called for the car to be out front and headed to Selene's mansion. I could say that I was excited, but why lie? With the day that I was having I absently wondered what else could go wrong. Wait, consider that question rhetorical. I don't really want an answer for that. I sat in silence as we pulled out of the driveway and Ren sped out into the main road. Someone just shoot me.