Hero

The Slayer wasn’t lying when he said that he would make Lane suffer. Lane was subjected to every kind of torture he could imagine, and a few he couldn’t. Other Slayers had come in to help with the ‘activities’, as they called it, but Falcon was the only consistent face he saw. He saw that face as both his only friend and his worst enemy. Falcon was with him every night, always present for every interaction that occurred concerning Lane.

They put him in a ultra violet room to interrogate him, increasing the intensity of the light whenever they got an answer they didn’t like, which was quite often. When he lay screaming on the floor of the room in agony, they came over and washed his sores with silver nitrate. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but it didn’t allow him to do anything but scream for the next few hours. The Slayers placed clothing with silver lining on him, essentially cooking him alive. They never allowed him to pass out, but there were times when his voice quit working due to all of the stress on his vocal chords. They fed him blood mixed with small amounts of silver so his body would absorb it and set his nerves on fire. This all went on for about two and a half weeks before they finally ceased their ‘activities’.
Lane was brutally thrown back into the room he had first woken up in and left there. He had several deep wounds and many open sores, all of which were bleeding heavily. His body didn’t have enough energy to heal them on its own. He lay there, bleeding from nearly every pore in his body on the floor of the room. The lights from the ceiling hurt him, despite the fact that they weren’t the kind that should. The guards would regularly change the intensity of the lights in the room, probably to mess with him for their own amusement.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he lay there unmoving. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of the door opening, but he couldn’t muster the energy to even open his eyes.

“Well, I lost a bet because of you,” It was Falcon’s voice, the last person on earth he wanted to have near him. Nobody gave a damn about what he wanted, though. “You lasted through everything we did to you. You’re stronger than we thought, that True Blood is something else.” Two fingers were placed on his eyelids and they were pried apart. His now dull, green eye found Falcon’s bright silver ones and fixed on them. In his free hand he could make out what looked like a cup. They had forced him to look into a UV flashlight as an interrogation method, so his eyesight was piss poor right now.
Falcon brought the cup to Lane’s lips and tipped in some warm blood. The injured vampire clamped on to the edge of the cup with his fang and began to suck greedily, closing his eye shut again as he did so. It was his first drink in nearly a month. He had not had a chance to feed since before Viper was murdered, so this was almost beyond the point of starvation. He drank every last drop before letting the cup go. He reopened his eyes to discover that he could see a bit better. Falcon was crouched beside him once again, but for the first time since Lane had seen him, he didn’t have a smirk. Without that look, he was even more handsome than he could have imagined him.
“You look like Hell,” he remarked. Lane could only look up at him pleadingly.
“Please…”he croaked out. Falcon tilted his head to the side. “Just…kill me.” Blood tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes, precious blood that he needed. Falcon watched him for a moment before reaching out and scooping him up. Lane cried out from the pain of being moved, but beyond the agony he felt that same shock that passed through him each time the Slayer touched him. The vampire felt like he was being whipped mercilessly with a thorn rope and cradled by God at the same time. A bit of irony if you think about it.
“Don’t forget, if you bite me you die,” he warned. “I have increased the silver toxicity in my blood, so it would be a very stupid maneuver.” Lane whimpered and curled into a tight ball against his chest, shifting around until he was as comfortable as he could get.
Falcon carried him to the steel slab of a door, pausing as it automatically opened. It only did this for the Slayers, so Lane figured there must be a hidden room where they stationed someone to watch him and let them in and out. Falcon carried him down the long corridor, passing by a few curious team members as he went. Lane shut his aching eyes and rested his head against his captor’s chest.

He didn’t know how long he was carried, or even realize when he was laid down, but he did realize that he wasn’t in his ‘cell’ when he woke up. He knew it was night time when he woke up because the window by the bed he was laying on showed a dark sky dusted with stars. He lay on something soft and cushioned, his head cradled against a soft pillow.
Lane heard a door shut on the other side of him and snapped his head over to see who it was. The room looked like an apartment, small in size but homely. He realized he was laying on a couch in the living room of the place. Lane saw Falcon walk into the dark room, coming from what looked like the master bedroom.
“So, you’re finally awake. Hm, I thought-or was rather hoping- you’d died on my couch. But I guess that would make a rather foul smell,” he remarked thoughtfully. Lane found himself smiling, despite the insult.

“Why am I here?” he asked quietly. He was still very weak from his ordeal. “How long have I been asleep?” Falcon came over can sat on the coffee table beside the couch, watching him thoughtfully with his piercing eyes.
“You’ve been asleep for three days. And as I told you, perhaps you forgot,” he added rhetorically, “I lost a bet. I made a bet that you’d die within a week, or you’d spill your guts. One of the two. In any case, if I won the bet, I got to take the Slayer of my choice out on a date. If I lost, I had to take you home and personally make you better so we could reinterrogate you later.” Lane’s smile slipped off of his pale face and he closed his eyes again.
“I see,” he replied quietly. He opened his eyes back up and looked at him. “You still aren’t convinced I don’t know anything about my past?” Falcon reached out and moved a lock of his hair, a habit he seemed fond of doing.
“I don’t know what I’m convinced of.” he said quietly, thoughtfully. “You’re either the strongest vampire I’ve ever seen, or you’re innocent. And at this point…I’m not sure what to think.” Lane blinked and slowly sat up, being careful not to reopen his wounds. Falcon watched him, resting his arms on his knees. Lane pulled his own knees up to his chest and resting his chin between them.

“No, that’s a lie.” Falcon narrowed his eyes at him, but Lane continued. “You do know what to think. You think I’m lying, either to protect someone or for reasons you can’t think of right now.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “And to be honest, I wish it were that simple. But I’ve never known where I came from. All I know is that my family sold me because they had no choice, and I’m not even sure that’s the truth. My master told me that, and it’s all I’ve ever known.” He took in a shaky breath. “I know you don’t believe me, but that’s all I’ve ever known about myself.” Falcon remained silent for what felt like an eternity before standing. Lane lifted his head up and tilted it back to look up at him. Falcon walked away from him, heading to what looked like the kitchen.
He turned on the soft lights, revealing that it was in fact the kitchen. Lane stood slowly and followed him, being sure to make a lot of noise. Falcon glanced over his shoulder as he opened the refrigerator to begin rooting around for food. That’s when Lane’s own stomach let out a cry of its own for food. He winced and laid a hand gently over it.
“Figured you’d be hungry.” Falcon remarked. Lane walked up to the other side of the kitchen and leaned on the counter.
“Considering all I’ve been fed by your people is silver blood, yes-I am.” Falcon looked at him and pulled a blood pack out of the bottom drawer. Lane blinked in surprise as it was tossed beside him on the counter. He narrowed his dull eyes at the Slayer.
“This is some kind of trick, isn’t it?” he asked suspiciously. “That’s silver blood, there’s no other reason for you to be handing me it.” Falcon pulled out a slice of vanilla cake and turned to look at him.
“No, its safe.” He then walked back into the living room and turned on the TV that hung on the wall. Lane stared at it longingly before taking it and slowly going back into the room. He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He bit into the pack and greedily sucked at the blood, letting it fill his starved stomach. It was bone dry within seconds, so he tossed the container aside and leaned back. Falcon glanced over at him from the show he was watching.
“Better?”
“Hmm, yes. Thank you,” he replied quietly. “What…what are you watching?”
“Two and A Half Men. You can watch too, I’ll allow it.” He didn’t even look away from the screen. Lane smiled and even went so far as to chuckle.
“I love that show, I wish I could watch. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have the strength to get up. Plus, my eyesight is still foggy, I probably couldn’t see them worth a shit.” Falcon sighed and set his cake slice on the coffee table as he stood. He walked over and scooped the vampire up gently. Lane went limp instantly as he was carried over to the couch and laid down on it, his head resting on the Slayer’s legs. Falcon reached over and grabbed his cake, resuming eating his meal.

Lane looked over and saw it was one of his favorite episodes. At current, Charlie was talking to Jake in the kitchen about ‘cup cakes’. Lane let out a laugh as he made a remark about Jake’s intelligence. Falcon looked down as he set his plate aside. Lane felt his eyes and looked up, still smiling.
“Sorry, I’m easily amused.” he admitted. Falcon reached down and stroked his cheek which effectively wiped the smile off Lane’s face. A look of fear came over him and he lay completely still.
“Don’t be sorry, or scared. I won’t harm you unless you warrant it.” he explained softly. Lane inhaled and parted his lips as Falcon’s thumb passed over his lips. That same shock of lightning passed through him. He looked deep into Lane’s green eyes, as though he was trying to read his thoughts. Lane averted his eyes back to the TV, but he wasn’t really watching. Falcon removed his hand from his face, resting it on Lane’s chest as he went back to watching the show. Before he knew it, Lane was fast asleep again.

He awoke hours later, finding the shutters to all the windows closed and a blanket covering him. He groaned and turned his head to find Falcon in the kitchen eating and reading the paper. He sat up and stretched, already feeling the healing affects of the blood he drank last night. Falcon looked over at him as he took a drink of his coffee.
“About time you got up, I’ll count yesterday as day four of your long sleep.”
“Sorry, the blood needed time to heal me. Vampires usually sleep when we’re injured.” he explained. Falcon nodded and motioned to a chair at the table. Lane got up and walked over to it, scratching his mangy blue hair as he sat down. Falcon wrinkled his nose at him as he took another bite of his food.
“God, you really need to take a shower.” Lane nodded in agreement.
“I know, my sense of smell is stronger than yours. I’ll go get one now if you’ll let me.” he prompted slightly. Falcon nodded once again and looked back at his paper.
“You’re more than welcome, trust me.” Lane looked down at the table in shame and coughed slightly.
“Um…I-I think I’ll need to be supported. Do you have something in the shower I can sit on?” Falcon looked up at him and arched an eyebrow before letting out a heavy sigh and folding the paper.
“No, I’ll help you.” Lane quickly snapped his eyes up, widening them in great surprise and shock.
“N-no! I’ll handle it, you don’t need to do that.” he protested. Falcon held up his hand and stood.
“No, I’m not going to be cleaning up the blood after you fall and bust your head open on my floor.” The vampire had no choice but to submit to his captor’s will. The handsome man came over and scooped him into his arms. Lane went quietly, afraid of setting him off. He was carried all the way through the master bedroom and into the bathroom. Falcon set his feet on the ground and undressed him all the way down to his boxers.

“You don’t have to be afraid, I’m not going to rape you in the shower.” he reassured. Lane relaxed slightly at that.
‘I wouldn’t mind if you did.’ he thought. The black haired man reached over and turned the shower on, being sure to get the temperature just right. He then began to undress himself. The vampire watched in fascination as inch by inch, the Greek God-like body was revealed to him.
Falcon noticed as he lowered his pants and smiled. He reached over and pulled him into the steaming shower. As soon as the hot water hit him, Lane fell into his own world. He tilted his head back into the relaxing stream. He felt Falcon’s hand run through he tangled hair, combing minty smelling shampoo into it. His head fell onto his shoulder, mouth turned away from his neck as the man began his chore of cleaning him from head to foot. He was far too relaxed to think of reasons why the man who was sworn to kill him would be helping him like this. A Slayer’s life revolved around killing as many vampires as they could, and if they weren’t doing that they were torturing them for information about where to find more vampires.
“Thank you,” he whispered. He felt and heard Falcon grunt in response as he continued to clean his back and shoulders. As his hand descended to his lower back, Lane automatically pressed against him to maximize their contact together.
“What are you doing?” Falcon asked. Lane closed his eyes and purred as his lower back was gently massaged by the Slayer’s hand. He reached up and pressed his palms against the man’s back, effectively pressing them closer together.
“It…it feels…so good…” he breathed out. He heard the man chuckle and figured he was laughing at how easily he could be turned on by such a simple thing.
“Hmm, go figure,” he murmured. Without any warning, he reached down and lifted the vampire onto his sculpted hips like he was a mere child. Lane gasped and instinctively wrapped his arms around Falcon’s shoulders to hold on.
“Wha-?” Before he could even ask what he was doing, his back was pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall. He inhaled sharply at the sudden shock of cold and tilted his head back to stare at him. Falcon’s silver eyes pierced his own emerald ones not with a look of disgust, as he had expected, but with a look of fire.

“Understand this and understand it quick, vampire,” he growled out. Lane began to tremble as he struggled to breathe, his whole body shaking almost violently. “I will never, bed one of your kind.” His voice was like a warm breeze washing over the weak vampire’s face. He tilted his head back as Falcon leaned forward and pressed his lips to his jaw line. He gasped at the electric shock that went through his entire body from that minuscule touch.
“Then don’t tease me,” he breathed out, almost in a plea. Falcon didn’t stop though. He reached down and massaged his hips languidly, letting his hands slide up and down his thighs as he pinned him to the wall with his sculpted chest. He gasped again as those hands made their way into his soaked boxers and massaged the milky skin gently. His eyelids fluttered closed and his lips parted further as the Slayer moved his soft lips down to the crook of his neck to gently bite.
“Ahhh! What’re you doing?” he cried out softly. “I thought…you said…”
“I know what I said,” he growled out. He bit harder, drawing out a cry of pleasure from his captive. “But what I said has nothing to do with what I’m doing now. I’m not bedding you, am I?” Lane whimpered longingly and turned his mouth to kiss the Slayer’s cheek submissively.
“I wish you would,” he whispered against the flawless skin. Falcon suddenly stopped his assault and leaned his head back to look him in the eye. Lane’s green eyes were on fire with passion and want while the Slayer’s were alight with curiosity and caution.
“You want me to bed you,” he stated disbelievingly. Now it was the vampire’s turn to look at him with disbelief.
“Yes! That’s all I wanted from the moment I saw you in the night club! I know it sounds crazy, especially coming from a vampire, but I want you,” he finished timidly. Falcon continued to look at him with distrust as he pinned him against the tile wall. Hot water pelted his back, creating a curtain of steam behind him, adding to that ethereal glow he always seemed to be surrounded by. Lane inhaled a deep breath and leaned forward to touch lips with him, closing his eyes to hide his fear. They stayed connected like that to each other for nearly a full minute before Falcon pulled back and then suddenly smashed their lips together with such force that Lane’s head hit the tile wall and he bit the Slayer’s lip.

Falcon seemed either to not notice or care because he kept attacking his mouth, eventually shoving his hot tongue in to raid every inch of it. As soon as the Slayer’s silver-laced blood hit his tongue though, he jerked his head away and cried out as it burned it.
“Ah! Your blood!” he cried out. Falcon seemed to realize his lip was bleeding for the first time as his own tongue came out to lick the glistening droplets up. Lane trembled as he turned his head back to look at him, the pain in his mouth subsiding slowly.
“S-sorry, it burned me,” he stated quietly. Falcon’s expression seemed to have hardened greatly since their lips separated and he wore a look of utmost disgust on his handsome face. Lane swallowed with great effort, ignoring the pain as his eyes fixed onto the grey ones that seemed to be glaring at him with more hatred than he could calculate.

To his surprise though, he reached up to run his fingers through the vampire’s sapphire hair and caress his scalp gently. Lane’s eyes fluttered close as he kept up the soothing action, not even registering when he was pulled away from the wall to be placed under the warm stream of water. Falcon pulled the vampire’s head against his shoulder, carrying him like a child on his hips as he finished rinsing him off. He reached over and shut off the water once he was done and stepped out of the shower with him.
“You asleep?” he asked quietly as he reached for a towel. Lane hummed out a no but didn’t move as the Slayer began the arduous task of drying them both off. Towel in hand, he walked back into the large bedroom and gently laid the weak being in his arms on the bed. Lane’s eyes remained closed as he continued to dry him.
“You’re weak,” he said. “I’ll get you some blood once I’m done.” Lane finally opened his eyes to look up at him.
“No, it’s ok. I can finish this,” he assured as he sat up. Falcon stopped drying him and gave him the damp towel. He then quickly leaned forward and connected their mouths again. Lane gasped in surprise but instantly wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, forgetting all about drying off. The other’s arms went around his lithe waist and scooted him back on the large bed as he climbed over him, not breaking the kiss for even a second.
Once in the middle of the mattress they attacked each other’s mouth with a hunger like that of starving animals. Their breathing seemed to become that of one being as desire and passion consumed them like fire. Lane’s claws lightly raked down the man’s back as he pressed down onto him. His leg wrapped around Falcon’s as he attempted to eliminate any space between their bodies.

The Slayer broke away to trail his silky lips down his captive’s neck and throat. Lane shuddered and cried out when he bit down lightly just under his ear. This only seemed to encourage him further as he made his way down to the crook of his neck, kissing, licking, and nipping the entire way down.
“Oh…God,” he whispered out as he let out a heartfelt moan. Falcon’s own hand reached down to toy with the man’s soaked boxers, running his fingers just along the inside of the wet hem. Lane whimpered and arched his hips up into the touch, urging him on.
“You really want me that bad, don’t you vampire?” he murmured against his hot skin.
“Yeah, I really do. Especially right now,” he replied breathlessly. He opened his eyes to look down at him pleadingly. “Please, Falcon. I need you.” Falcon stopped his assault and lifted his head up to where they were at eye level again. Lane was no longer afraid of him, he wanted him. Falcon’s stormy eyes looked down at him with what seemed to be content. He let out a long breath through his nose as he reached to stroke the smaller man’s hair. Lane slowly reached up as well to rest his fingers on his cheek, moving them back and forth softly. Falcon leaned down and kissed him, almost lovingly, Lane thought. They stayed connected like that for a few moments before parting once again.
“You must be hungry,” he offered quietly. Lane sighed, realizing this was as far as they would go, and nodded.
“Nearly to the point of starving, actually,” he murmured. Falcon nodded and climbed off of him, turning and walking out of the bedroom. Lane sighed heavily and closed his eyes, turning on his side to curl up on the bed.

‘So close, so close,’ he thought longingly. ‘I almost had him. Now that he realizes what he’s done, he’ll probably just try to kill me out of self hatred.’ That’s when it occurred to Lane that ever since he had come to ‘live’ with the man, he had been treating him differently than before. His mind raced with a thousand possibilities and reasons why he would suddenly be nice to him, but he couldn’t find a single reason connecting the two.
Falcon returned after a few minutes with a bag of blood from the blood bank and sat on the edge of the bed. He handed it to him and watched as he attached his starving mouth to the feeder tube. Lane let his eyes flutter closed as the live giving substance raced through his dry mouth and down his parched throat. He drained the bag and let his arm drop onto the covers.
“Thank you…” he whispered. He opened his eyes but discovered that Falcon had left the room. He sighed heavily and gazed up at the ceiling, listening to his host walk around in the living room. ‘Great…now he really hates me,” he thought miserably. ‘How in the Hell did I screw this up so bad?’ Lane continued to gaze for some time before he drifted off to sleep.