The Myth Of Love

A soft gasp whispered past his slightly parted lips as his member was engulfed, erotic bliss surging through his veins in potent waves. One followed quickly by a low, guttural moan, Julian watching his shaft disappear into the vampire’s mouth, the sight alone unraveling him at the very core. Letting his head fall back, his hips strained to thrust against Rory’s powerful grip, impassioned cries escaping him with each caress of his lover’s sinfully talented tongue. Pooling low in his gut was molten pleasure intensified by every little bit of suction, Julian writhing beneath Rory helplessly, reaching desperately for a promised paradise unknown.

Thus, there was no surprise that he whimpered in protest when his lover’s mouth slid from him, his orgasm teasing the edges of his mind. So close, and yet…so very far away, that sublime rapture not something he wanted to be denied. But then, Rory did something he didn’t expect, Julian jumping at the feel of his lover’s fangs against his length, pleasure surging through him once again. His breath hitching deep in his chest, he gazed down at the vampire hovering over him, the erotic vision of Rory taunting his aching shaft damn near his undoing. “Rory, please…” he whispered brokenly as he fell back against the bed. Just what he was begging for he wasn’t sure, his body pleading for the completion Rory seemed to pledge with each sensual move.

A plea he had no intention of ignoring…even if his little mortal had no idea of what was to come, of just what exactly he intended. Pleasure that he knew would consume Julian to the very center of his being, a forbidden ecstasy that would bond the boy to him forever. One that would lead to a sinful rapture Julian could not even begin to imagine. Or, this would be the very act that tore them apart, that would end with them each going their own way, but Rory somehow doubted that. The boy was too willing, too driven by that hunger raging through his blood. Although whether he was addicted to Rory himself or his rather fantastical view of vampires remained to be seen. Not that it mattered, for by the time he was done with the boy, Julian’s obsession would be for him and him alone.

His dark blue eyes burning with a longing for blood not easily slaked, Rory teased the pulsing vessel at his lips. Gentle nips taunted at the vein, grazing caresses dealt by razor sharp fangs, the vampire patiently desensitizing the area. Pain, although inevitable, was not something he truly wanted Julian to suffer. Fortunately, while he could not prevent completely that brief agony, he could and would lessen the sting of that bite. Not that the brief torment would truly register in the boy’s mind. Not judging from the way Julian writhed beneath him, if not begging by word then pleading by action. Unable to resist any longer, his thirst reaching dangerous levels, he pierced quickly the object of his desire. Fangs sank deep into the artery, crimson ambrosia splashing across his tongue in heated waves, sublime rapture scorching through his own ancient veins.

A choked cry lodged in his throat, blinding agony ripping through him for the briefest of moments, swallowed by a sudden surge of ecstasy. All thoughts fled as the erotic bliss scorched a heated path through him, Julian moaning hoarsely, writhing wantonly against the bed. A struggle to feel more of his lover\'s mouth, the sensual tug on his veins pushing him over the blissful edge. Arching back, his fingers tearing at the sheets, Julian screamed as his seed erupted from him in molten waves of the purest silk, \"RORY!\"

His eyes sliding open, Rory watched as his lover’s essence spilled across the flat planes of his abs, hunger of a different kind rising up within him. And still, it was with great reluctance that he forced himself to release his hold on the boy’s member, his need for that rich, sanguine blood not yet sated. But, if he were to continue feeding from where he was…the rapture he’d granted Julian would soon become a torture without bound. Gently he laved those wounds, sealing the small punctures before rising up, Rory sliding along his young mortal’s lithe body, heated flesh grazing silken skin. His blazing gaze locked on Julian’s, he leaned close to drag the tip of tongue through the salty substance pooling beneath him. An ecstasy he imbibed in quite deeply, tasting intimately Julian’s seed, cleansing every drop from his satiny skin, leaving behind no trace of that liquid bliss.

Then, and only then did Rory rise gracefully to pull Julian into his arms, silencing any protest from the boy with an impassioned kiss. Slowly intertwining their tongues, he stroked that supple flesh just as he had his lover’s member. A sensual sharing the vampire deepened, stealing his lover’s breath from him, knowing well the effect he was having on the young man, his purpose all along. Even when their soft lips parted he did not cease his assault on the boy’s senses. Instead, trailing taunting nips along Julian’s jaw, he burned a heated path down to the boy’s neck, a whispered growl of pleasure rumbling up through him.

Moaning softly as he watched that skillful tongue dip across his stomach, Julian was lost a second later when he felt his lover’s lips against his own. Without delay he wrapped his arms around Rory\'s shoulders, threading his lithe fingers through the vampire’s silken locks, holding his lover to him as he returned the kiss with passion unbound. Erotic ecstasy began to consume him once more, Julian crying out brokenly, shifting restlessly under the heavy waves of growing desire. Still he wasn’t satisfied, needing to feel more, to savor every hard inch if his lover’s body pressed against his own. Molding himself against the vampire, Julian fell to his own needs, rocking his straining length along Rory’s tight abs, arching gracefully against the man who ruled over him so completely.
His head fell back with a whispered gasp, Julian offering the vampire his neck, shivering faintly as he held the darkly powerful man to him. He wanted…needed everything his lover gave him willingly, waiting on baited breath for each teasing caress. His heart raced at the feel of the heated flesh beneath his fingertips, his nerves jumping expectantly with every taunting stroke from those silken lips. Sliding his hands down the smooth, satiny soft skin at Rory’s back, Julian pressed the pulse point in his throat against his lover’s mouth. A silent plea for the pained pleasure he knew was to come, for the blissful agony he so longed for.

The boy’s willing submission to his every whim ignited the fresh blood now flowing through his veins, a surrender that only made things harder on him. How he longed to take Julian, to make his lover forever his, savage passion surging through him like an addictive drug. Difficult or not, though, Rory would not yet submit to those carnal desires, preferring a slow seduction that would leave the human reeling dizzily for days on end.

That in mind, he pulled away long enough to lift Julian in his arms, turning the boy so that his back rested comfortably against Rory’s chest. Then, grazing fleetingly his fingers over that heated skin, he slid one hand up Julian’s supple body, teasing a gentle path along his pet’s throat. Easing the boy’s head back against his shoulder, the vampire watched intently as his other hand caressed an inevitable trail downward. Nimble fingers ghosted past his little mortal’s aching member, teasingly promising more ecstasy to come, this night far from done.

Whimpering softly as Rory lifted him, Julian knew only that he wanted none of this to stop, that he’d do anything to continue this sensual game. But, he began to understand as he was settled back down…things had only just begun. A deep moan escaping him, he covered Rory’s hands with his own, pressing himself against the vampire, molding himself to every hard inch. Soft cries of molten desire escaped him with every breath, needful mews that deepened at the feel of his lover’s hard arousal pressed against his backside. Icy warm chills raced down his spine, silvery tendrils skittering wildly through his veins, Julian growing bolder, more willful, human and vampire moving as one. Guiding his lover’s hands across his body, exploring bit by bit every sensual inch; he intentionally teased himself before wrapping their hands around his aching shaft. “Ooooo god!! Rory…oh, Rory…please!” he pleaded brokenly, his hips rocking with gentle grace, rubbing himself against Rory’s straining length.

He was going to have to find a way to resist those beseeching cries from his young lover, to strengthen his resolve. Otherwise, one day Julian was going to get far more than he bargained for, the effect he had on Rory dangerous. For the moment, though, he held himself in check, his deft fingers caressing the boy’s hard member in sure, subtle strokes, giving in to a small degree. Or, at least distracting his little mortal from his true intent, Rory tenderly cupping the boy’s chin, pinning Julian to insure he couldn’t hurt himself in the throes of passion. Brushing his lips along the vein jumping wildly at his touch, nipping warningly before he once more fell to the ancient hunger; he slid his fangs deep into that succulent vessel.

Warm chills danced a heated path through him, the ecstasy he derived from the hot, coppery blood washing across his tongue impossible to describe. The crimson liquid enriched with the heavenly bliss reigning supreme over his lover, deepening the pleasure to an addictive, sublime rapture difficult to obtain. One that drew upon the beast sheltered deep within him, that which made him what he was. But, Rory knew well how to control that darker side of himself, or he’d never have considered this. Clamping down relentlessly on the hunger older than time, he drank deep of the boy’s life force, all the while teasing his lover to release again that sinful pleasure sheltered deep within. Sliding the pad of his thumb over the silken tip of Julian’s shaft with each pass, he demanded his little pet fall to his seductive touch.

Surrendering completely, his hips began to move rhythmically against his lover’s hand, Julian lost beneath the heavy waves of ecstasy surging through him. He managed a soft growl as his lover’s fangs pierce his flesh, that same agony flaring once again, threatening to choke off the pleasure Rory granted him. But, just as before, ecstasy exploded through his veins, the pain burned to ash beneath that sinful bliss. Never before had the vampire teased him as he fed, the added erotic rapture driving him to thrust against his lover wantonly, to writhe in uncontrolled need. Even if he’d wanted to, Julian couldn’t hold back, sublime ecstasy replacing his blood, building deep within him, shattering his control. That heavenly bliss consuming him, his seed erupted from him in thick, heavy waves, leaving him gasping for much needed air. He knew then that everything Rory did bound him further to the vampire, Julian helpless to stop it, powerless against Rory’s desire.