The Myth Of Love

If his heart beat, the organ would have been pounding a rapid tattoo deep in his chest. If he’d had the need to breathe, Rory would have been gasping for breath so intense was the effect Julian had on him. And yet, he resisted the deep seeded need to sink his fangs into the soft flesh. His intent something far more deviously sinful, he slid his fangs away, instead pressing a fleeting kiss to the vein skittering beneath his touch. The one led to another, elusive caresses trailing down Julian’s neck, a scorching path Rory burned into his donor’s heated skin.

Shivering, Julian whimpered softly, expecting the stinging agony of Rory\'s fangs. Pain that the vampire never dealt to him, a soft gasp escaping him at the touch of those silken lips against his flesh. He let his head fall back, exposing the pale column of his neck to the man holding him close, his shaft twitching against Rory\'s thigh. His breath hitching deep in his throat, he waited on baited breath for whatever Rory intended.

Julian’s surrender came as no surprise to him, the boy ruled by his desires, not stopping long enough to consider the consequences, or not caring. Either way, Rory would not stop until he’d delivered to his little human pleasures beyond Julian’s wildest imagination. There would be more pain involved, yes, but as with anything one had to take the bad with the good, the price for the prize. In this particular instance how much the boy suffered before he knew that unworldly ecstasy was entirely in Rory’s hands, fortunately for Julian the vampire having no wish to truly harm him. But, nor would he give in to all that Julian longed for…at least, not yet.

Gently laying Julian down on the bed before him, Rory tormented him with teasing nips, soothing each stinging bite with the tip of his tongue. Continuing his way down the boy’s neck and along his chest leisurely, in no hurry to bring any of this to an end, he slid his hands down to explore the flat planes of Julian’s muscular abs. And, further yet, surreptitiously dipping his fingertips beneath the waistband of the human’s jeans, at the same time Rory capturing a nipple between his teeth. Yet another game that Rory played with the unsuspecting mortal, one he was just as expert at, knowing that by the end of this…Julian would be forever his.

Spread wantonly on the bed, Julian\'s green eyes locked on Rory\'s form, watching with breathless anticipation. He fought to still his whispered pleas, sinking his pearly white teeth into his bottom lip, failing nevertheless. Seconds later a broken moan escaped him as he thread his fingers through his would be lover\'s hair, Julian helpless against the feelings Rory stirred within him. Letting his legs fall open, he gave himself completely to the vampire above him, silently begging to be claimed.

A dark growl rumbled up through him, Rory finding it more difficult to not fall to Julian’s desires, to not take the boy beneath him, to claim him in every way. However, Julian was not yet ready, the boy having no idea of what exactly it was he pleaded for so desperately. That knowledge alone stilled his hand, Rory aware that the time would come, and then…then he would make the boy his in ways that would far exceed Julian’s expectations. But, until that moment came he would spend every waking moment luring the mortal deeper into his web. He would taunt the boy with fleeting samples of the ever-elusive pleasure he would one day give.

Popping the snap to Julian’s jeans with a quick flick of his wrist, Rory eased the zipper down to free the straining member beneath. A move that brought another struggle to the battlefield, another war raging within him, the vampire longing to wrap his lips around that aching length, to feast on Julian’s seed. Again, he resisted those growing hungers, Rory seesawing the nipple captured between his teeth, slowly trailing a teasing finger along the thick vein racing up the underside of Julian’s shaft. But…what he could not resist was the call of the blood surging through that vessel, pulsing beneath his touch, calling to him, crying out to him, a violent shudder ripping down his spine. A will born of tempered steel clamping down over that carnal yearning, Rory released the hard, little bud, resuming his journey ever downward over Julian’s body, his goal now in sight…and almost within reach.

Whimpering, Julian writhed beneath his lover, his body becoming sensitive to every move he made. Every nerve fine tuned to react to each gentle caress his lover teased over his silken skin, even the soft brushing of his hair as Rory traveled down. Gasping at the feel of Rory\'s cold hand, he moaned softly, the unfamiliar sensation deeply erotic.

He trembled beneath Rory, anticipation and anxiety warring within Julian. Watching his lover\'s every move with avid attention, he licked his lips, moaning as the vampire continued to tease him. Drawing his legs up, he dug his heels into the mattress below, thrusting his shaft against his lover\'s hand, whimpering plaintively for more. More of what, he wasn\'t exactly sure of, his body reacting to instinct older even than the vampire above him, \"Rory!\" he gasped, his world condensing to one of pure pleasure. No longer did he think of the consequences of what he was doing, his mind, body, and soul wrapped inextricably with Rory\'s the more the vampire toyed with him.

That soft cry was like the call of an angel; a soft, lilting serenade tugging at his very soul, Julian unwittingly tilting the odds against Rory, but he would not fall, he could not. He refused to; especially when the chances were too high he would ruin everything. He would not risk destroying all he hoped for just to gain a few fleeting moments of pleasure, forever ripping from his grasp the sublime rapture he sought for them both. A sinful paradise Rory knew was well worth the wait, even if that meant torturing himself, the vampire unwilling to settle for anything less.

He finally reached Julian’s navel, slowly encircling the tiny treasure, taking great pleasure in grazing the tip of his tongue across the sensitive area before moving on. Down the dark trail of baby fine hair he traveled, Rory nibbling his way ever closer, his silken hair grazing fleetingly the head of Julian’s shaft, the responding gasp from his lover a breath of fresh air. Rising up, he shifted to a better position, his hands clamping down firmly on his little human’s hips, his grip not painful, but nor could Julian move no matter how hard he struggled. Briefly meeting the boy’s gaze, his own eyes burning with flames of desire, he lowered his head to drag his tongue along the heavy vein he’d teased with his fingers moments before. A taunting sample of Julian that only served to torment him all the more. A bittersweet torture that gave birth to the hunger exploding deep within Rory, passion surging through his veins, consuming him at every turn.

Julian forgot to breathe, Rory\'s every move intensifying the pleasure skittering along his nerves. Letting his head fall back, he moaned loudly, his body begging for rapture he couldn\'t name. The touch against his navel drew a gasp from him, the sensitive flesh prickling as his lover\'s tongue passed, hard muscles beneath the silken skin jumping.

His eyes snapping open at the feel of his lover\'s hands holding down his hips, Julian lifted his head, the silver tendril of fear snaking through him drowned quickly by the sudden pleasure of his lover\'s tongue. Falling back to the bed he tried to arch into Rory\'s mouth, whimpering softy when the grip on his hips denied him that sweet bliss. \"Rory, please,\" he growled low in his chest, his breathing little more than panting gasps. \"Oh, Rory!\"

All conscious thought burned to ash in his mind, his entire being focused on the length straining at his touch, Rory pressing his mouth against the tip. Bit by excruciating bit he eased Julian’s member past his silken lips, engulfing every hard inch, the vampire using his tongue to stroke the heated flesh, to draw his young lover to the very edge of heavenly bliss. Driving the head of the boy’s shaft to the back of his throat, he swallowed rapidly, a soft hum rising up from deep in his chest, the heavy vibrations coursing up Julian’s thick length, the vampire relentless in his pursuit.

He knew, though, Rory knew when his young lover began spiraling out of control, swearing to himself that he felt that molten heat slithering through Julian’s veins. Pulling back, he let his little pet’s member slip away, although Rory was far from done with this game. On the contrary…he’d just begun, the moment at hand, everything he’d been leading Julian up to coming to pass. Tightening his hold on his lover’s hips, he bent close to graze the tips of his fangs along the vein jumping beneath his touch, the rivers of crimson screaming his name, calling to him. A desperate plea that he feed upon the sanguine essence surging through Julian’s length…