When Memories Turn Into Nightmares

"Oh but I do. If you had a problem with that, you wouldn't have come back for more, my little zebra."

How could he possibly redeem himself and his pride after being carried around like that? Cade looked away and pretended to be annoyed by the pet name - though he wasn't good at faking it - and tried to think of a way to regain power in the situation. There was always a way, but what was it? "Sure I would have. I'm clingy, remember?"

"Now you're just being difficult for the hell of it." Zarek laughed as he leant down towards the bed, flipping Cade onto it so the younger man landed on his stomach. He moved to rest his weight on the other's legs, soon bringing his tongue down to flicker over the muscular back. His hands ran rapidly up the American's sides, until settling on the shoulders. Straightening himself up, he started massaging skillfully.

At least they made it to the bed. That was progress. But considering he was on his stomach... As he closed his eyes and sighed softly, greatly enjoying the massage, he considered asking some of his 'bottom' friends how to abuse power in the receiving position. Did he even know any guys who were bottoms on a regular basis besides Stoyan? Damn. "What are you waiting for, big shot?" He rested his cheek against the mattress and watched Zarek from the corner of his eye.

"Godot?" He chuckled momentarily, keeping up his kneading while leaning down to place a kiss right below Cade's ear. Eventually he moved off his companion and reached over to the nightstand - the lube being on top of it rather than in the drawer this time. As he started making his way back, he groaned through his smirk.

The white-streaked man took the opportunity to roll over. No need to make anything too easy for his host. He eyed the lube and tilted his head curiously. Was that not put away after last time, or was it taken out for some other reason after that? Instead of asking about it - just in case he wouldn't be happy about the answer - he reached up to pull Zarek down into a bruising kiss. This time, keeping his grip on the man nice and strong.

The man on top of him didn't seem to mind that at all. He moved one leg over Cade's body so that he was straddling him before he slid one hand to the neck below him. He roughly lifted it as close at it would go, the other hand wrapping behind the black-and-white streaked head to keep their mouths firmly together, still exchanging hungry caresses.

It had him excited to no end, but maybe his raging hormones could be blamed on the lack of oxygen. He lifted his hips, grinding against the body on top of him as his hand on the man's torso slid down to the backside. After a while of struggling to breathe through his nose, he tried to break the kiss enough to fill his lungs. Last thing he wanted was to get a dizzy spell in the middle of it. That would hardly help his pride.

Gradually forming a smirk, the mouth above him remained where it was for another few seconds until Zarek finally decided to let them both catch a bit of air. After two quick pants, the Arabian spoke with an amused voice. "Oh, it's nice with needy embraces, my little zebra..." He let Cade's head go and pushed himself up a bit. "But this time I still want to watch your back while I fuck you."

How did that become his title? Cade just hoped Zarek wouldn't call him that when there were people around. After considering it for a second, he wondered which would be better, turn over or don't? He swallowed between shallow breaths, wondering when sex became a strategy game. "... I'm not going to stick my ass in the air."

With a broader smile, the Arabian lifted himself completely off the other man. "Fine. I can help." His hands grabbed Cade's legs, and he chuckled as he lifted them up high enough that Cade's backside left the mattress. "You're so cute like this. On three? One... two..."

"You've gotta be kidding me..." Cade twisted in Zarek's direction before kicking his legs up and out of the host's grasp. The strength he used almost sent him into a backwards somersault, but he steadied himself just in time to avoid it. "I'll turn around when you beg me to."

Teeth were bared as loud laughter filled the room. The older man firmly lifted his backside into his lap, and before long, a coated finger delved inside. It took quite a bit of struggling to stop that sound, and the man spoke through a playful pout. "Please, my little zebra, turn around and stick your tight, sexy ass in the air for me." He retracted his finger and soon split into a light-hearted chuckle.

It didn't hurt as much as last time. In retrospect, saying he'd do it if the man begged was probably a mistake. Couldn't go back on his word, but he didn't say he would stick his ass in the air. So he pushed himself up and lifted his leg so he wouldn't accidentally kick Zarek as he turned onto his stomach. Next time he'd get on top. "I haven't been on the bottom twice in a row for five years now..."

Drawing a deep breath, Zarek let out a content sound before spreading the cheeks of Cade's backside, this time slipping in two fingers. "Me neither." The other hand moved in under his thigh. It was a fist, but that was probably due to not wanting to scrape his companion with the tube. As soon as it reached his manhood, a few determined nudges resulted, and he immediately felt the warmth spread through his groin.

A moan escaped his lips and a chill ran down his spine. Being on the bottom again was not making him happy, but he was far too wrapped up in what was happening and what was going to happen to dwell too much on it. It could have been worse. He could have been forced to dress like a nurse and refer to the top as 'doctor'.

The scissoring ended after a few motions, and both the Arabian hands was pulled back. Cade heard the guy pour plenty of oil onto the erection, then felt a little stickiness as his hips were firmly grabbed. It took surprisingly long without anything touching his backside, but then he felt his groin region yanked upwards, manhood forcing itself past his outer ring an instant later. "Come on, Lil Zeb. You're the cutest bottom since Johnny Bravo!"

Since? He was trumped by a cartoon? He tried to be offended, but it was futile - he couldn't force himself to care when that feeling of being intruded was ripping his rational thought process to shreds. It drove him crazy and he wanted to grab onto something, preferably Zarek's hair so he could share the pain, but it was impossible to reach from that position. His muscles clenched as he shifted his legs further apart for better balance. He spoke through his teeth, "Johnny Bravo, eh? I have a lot to live up to."

With a deep, low-pitched growl, the man pushed himself further into him. The sense of being watched was tingling resolutely, and he could only assume Zarek enjoyed his view greatly. "You have no idea." The man finally said as he pulled back a little, driving in again immediately. The lustful breath washed over Cade's body as a hand left his hip, soon enclosing the American's needy manhood.

His breathing came out in short pants. For awhile, speaking was out of the question. He couldn't even think, let alone put together a coherent sentence. Any blood that had been making his brain function had rushed much lower as those sparks of pleasure shot through him. One of his hands fisted the blanket as the other one went down to get a hold of Zarek's hand. Not to stop it; just to touch something belonging to that man.

Seeming to be encouraged by that gesture, the Arabian started to pump him resolutely, adjusting his own thrusts to Cade's rhythm. The libido filling his body was nothing short of mind-blowing, and as his sweet spot was violently brought into the equation, he could feel the brink of release nearing already. An impatient man for sure, that Zarek...

With each slam against that spot, Cade had to stifle gasps. It was feeling so damn good that he wanted to do something. He slipped his free hand up to his mouth and bit into the knuckle, trying not to scream. There was no need to add humiliation to it. Yes, it would likely end soon, but this time he wanted to hold out long enough for Zarek to finish first. He turned his head looking over his shoulder at the man and in between pants, he hissed a challenging, "harder."

And he got what he asked for. Boy did he get what he wanted! The request was honoured so quickly that he wondered for a split-second whether the increased power would have happened anyway, but then the immense pain and pleasure took over any thought process still running. He clenched his manhood at the best of his ability. The only thing that reached his mind besides the forceful pounding was the steady sound of Zarek's thigh smacking against his backside again and again.

"Damn it..." The curse came out on a shaky breath. He choked back a noise - he wasn't quite sure what it was - and felt his body shudder with the overload of sensations. It was too much to hold off from release with that extra pressure. He arched his back and pressed his forehead into the mattress, squeezing his eyes closed. He wanted release; needed it, but not yet.

Cade felt the manhood within him start to swell, but just as he was starting to expect finishing last, he felt a firm slap against his backside from the free hand, the warmth shooting straight from the point of impact to his erection. A second later, he came as an overwhelming shiver brought a tremble to his body, sticky fluid filling his interior at the same time.

The American panted into the mattress as he looked down at the mess. His mind was starting to clear and his body was still screaming from the climax. For a moment or two, he simply laid there, paying attention only to the feel of the heaving chest against his back. But when he felt the body withdraw, he forced himself to push up and climbed off the bed. He had never been good at laying around after getting laid. Women either wanted to pillow talk or men wanted to sleep, and neither appealed to him. "I'm going to take a shower."

Standing up, Zarek brought one hand into his companion's hair and the other brought their bodies closer. Soon his tongue parted Cade's lips, and he gave him an insistent kiss. As he retracted with a content sigh, the Arabian gazed lazily at him through heavy eyelids. "And after this, I'm supposed to head off for 'work'... what a cruel world." He groaned disapprovingly, but his satisfied expression implied he wasn't getting too down about it.

"I'll be quick." He ran a hand down Zarek's arm before grinning faintly, pulling away and heading out of the room. As he walked away, he spoke to no one in particular, "Since when is killing, stealing and dealing actually work, or maybe the infamous Ajdari has an honest job now. Librarian? Mortician?"

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260

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riddlestar: At least this one wasn't a tease... :) We've got a hundred scenes coming planned out, but we have to sit down writing them. Will happen sooner or later :)

green: Spence will appear real soon again. Good to hear you like crazy Zarek... I'm sure that he'd enjoy being liked once in a while :) A ritualist isn't necessarily a vampire; anyone can learn rituals. However, it's much easier to become a capable ritualist for a vampire than a human, since you need decades and maybe centuries to master the more advanced rituals. He normally has a mouth, but when his consciousness leaves his body to scout, he doesn't have a mouth (or eyes, nose, arms, legs etc). Spence and Marcelo... well, maybe we'll expand on their past in a later chapter!