Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga

Thanks again for the kudos! Peffernousen (spelling) spice balls for you all!
Milkxness; rosemary; lone-child; marin liliz; k; ayachan; blaze; laur and spirit of beyond

k: ack, straight through the heart. Any whoo – don’t you remember the thrill of turning legal. Ready to take on the world and all that rot. Don’t really appreciate the protective family atmosphere at this time of our young lives (those of us who have supportive families that is) Ya don’t smarten up until you hit your late twenties then wish you had what you threw away….oops, life is peeking in here. Anyways, back to the winglets -- to those born of privledge, comes responsibility – regardless of age. And that’s all I’m typing about that for now.

Welcoming questions, queries and stuff that makes me think. I had a wonderful plot point pop up….now just where to use it. Bwah hahahaha. Later.


WARNING: VAMPIRE BUNNIES


Chapter 187: Trust in a Limo

He was annoyed. The visage of a pouting Ancient was something to behold. I forced back a sigh. If I didn’t get the pout off his face, I wasn’t going to get any any limo luvin’ in our carefully Lycan suggested traffic jam.

I pursed my lips and made a tsk tsk sound in my mouth. I was calling my Puppy. Oooh, that pissed him off even more. Damn. I thought I saw a smirk, just a little one at the corner of his mouth. I arched an eyebrow. I made the tsk tsk noise again.

Crap.

I was flattened quicker than asphalt on a hot day under a roller. “You called Master?”

“What got your panties in a twist?”

“Who says I’m wearing any.” I think my face just froze. Marcus grinned and pushed my hair back off my face. “This is why you shouldn’t play poker with the Imperials. I can read you like an open book, Azrael.”

I wasn’t going to be distracted, no matter the charms he flashed at me. No matter that my body was ready and raring to go. Both of us had to learn the hard way that to take without asking leads to a hell of a big time reoccurring payment plan. I couldn’t let whatever was bothering him go. “Marcus, Babe, what’s wrong?”

I don’t care how much you say you love someone, but if they have a hundred extra pounds on you…you feel it. Marcus laid his full weight on me but lowered his head to my chest. Crushing my lungs, now Babe. Needing to breathe.

“Why can’t they leave us alone? Why can’t we rest? The Empress is a kind hearted soul. I don’t think she has ever wronged anyone in her life. Why does she get a sicko like that after her?”

How soon we forget. I wrapped my arms around Marcus and stroked his hair. He took a deep breathe and sighed into my tie. “I know I wasn’t right in the head that first year. Everything was so mixed up with Armor coming out and fighting me. I knew Xavier loved my brother…but I still went and acted like a toddler in the toy box.”

What brought this on? I could only think that mindfucking that stalker touched off something. “Even when I was fucked in the head, I never was that dark, Azrael. When I touched that man’s mind…he didn’t want Claudia as someone to be cherished and protected. I saw his desires…evil things…the evil things he wanted to do to someone too good for him.”

“Then it’s a damn good thing he’s dead.”

“He was looking at Callia. He couldn’t get close to Claudia so he was starting to notice how like her mother she looked.”

I felt myself get angry. “Then it’s fine you fucked him hard. I’m glad you broke him and made him scream. Shake him off, Babe. Don’t let that flith stick to you.”

“My Angel.” I looked down at stared into his big brown eyes. “Will you blow my mind?”

“If that is what you want, Babe.”

‘Call me Puppy.”

My big hunk of Vampire needed me. After all our ordeals, after all our growth together and growth when we were apart – we were still the deviants of the family tree. Cello bows aside; when it came down to it – it was about trust. Make it go away or make it better. Marcus trusted me to make things better. That was a hell of a big deal.

Orel Wessel left lingering physical triggers in us that had popped out unexpectedly over the years and usually with devastating effects for the brother in charge. At least all these little things happened one on one with our partners. X had been adamant that he was going to make us leave the pod if there was even a hint of danger to the family. We had discovered confinement was a bad thing. Needles were a really bad thing. Showers we had kind of discovered on our own, but it was still full of nasty surprises. But there was a grand surprise as well – rain. Skell reacted to rain as if it where a piano sonata played on his own black baby grand. He got a whole lot of happy out of standing in the rain. Well, I guess technically Lanseng did too.

Once we were three. Now we are four. I might have groused about losing time with my violinist, but I wouldn’t trade Skell in. He gives Sex a run for his money. All the speed and agility but without the frenzy. It was hilarious to watch them on the beach playing together. But to keep Little Deadly, something had to be sacrificed.

Needless to say, Marcus’s little penchant for all things bondage had gotten the total heave ho. No more rafter whippings, no more insecurity = love beatings. That was fine with me. I didn’t mind killing. I didn’t mind torture in the name of the job or the pod but punishment…my Marcus didn’t need that. If all those years trapped with Orel Wessel left us with Skell and broke this cycle – I might be the only one to say it was worth it. No, Father was also glad to see that last hold of Marcus’s human family fall to the wayside.

“Love me, Angel. Clear that smut from my mind. Fill me. Take me with you.”

So big. So strong but still deep inside so fragile.

“Take you where?”

“Into your heart.”

“Babe, you’re there. You’re never leaving.” I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his temple, his eye lid. “I told you that a long time ago.” I gently pushed at his chest getting his weight up off me.

Marcus. He slid off the seat and let me up. I speared my hand through his hair and pulled him into a deep gentle kiss. Tenderness was needed to drive out filth. I tightened my fist and pulled his head back. He gasped out loud and I thrust my tongue into his throat. Well, our kind of tenderness.

Nobody was hanging from the rafters, but we weren’t vanilla either.

“Is this what you want, my Puppy?”

“I want your wings.”

I let my Flame burn into my eyes. A slow smile crossed my face. “First things first. Let’s get playland ready for admission. Get naked.”

There is something about business men getting ready for debauchery. The way the artful fingers slide up and loosen the knot of the silk tie. I licked the bottom of my lip as I watched my Puppy realize that the foreplay had started. I don’t think he realized that he was an erotic masterpiece. I loved to watch him move. He was fluidity. He was grace. That only used to show up when he played the violin and got lost in his art. The fact that he could show it with me is a great honor and cherished every moment we were together.

“I love you, Marcus Von Drachenfeld.”

He reached back and took the clip out of his hair and he did a shampoo commercial shake. Damn. He had been growing out his hair. Since both Father and the brotherhood were basically tripping over our unending locks, I think he felt left out. It cascaded now in shimmering river of soft sable over his shoulders just brushing the small of his back, touching the tops of his perfectly shaped globes. Right now, only one chocolate brown eye was peeking out at me from that hair. A red ring of passion encircled his orb.

“You better.” He flashed a hint of fang smiled.

The silk tie went flying. And he began to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. Marcus knew how to tantalize. He turned his face to the right as his fingers slowly opened the fabric, exposing caramel tinted flesh and highlighting the expanse of his neck. God, that fang worthy neck. Drool. Damn it.

Marcus grinned then moved forward when I lifted my hand to wipe it off my face. His tongue came out and licked at my face. Lapping along my jawline until he came around to my lips. I angled my head but he pulled his shirt from his belt and shrugged out of his suit jacket and shirt. My protest died in my throat as he raised his hand to his wet face and dragged his fingers through my spit, sucked his index finger into his mouth.

My breathing stopped. I loved it when my Puppy got nasty. I had been semi hard to begin with but not it was schwing time. He pulled his wet finger out of his mouth and dropped it down to his pebbled brown nubbins. His breathing changed as he flicked “our” nipple. The shield I had placed there so many years ago, had changed every few years. I loved re-marking my territory. I glanced back up to his face and found Marcus staring intently at me. I reached for my tie.

“No.”

“No?”

“I want you as the naughty business man.” He reached out and grabbed my tie, urging me forward on my knees up to the seat. “I’ll be your dirty intern.”

He opened his legs and I ended up my hard cock brushing up against the front of the seat as his calves locked around me behind my ass. “So, you’re my new intern?”

“I’m eager and willing to learn.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that you could teach me a few things. But right now…” I spread my hands on the backrest on other side of his head and leaned in for a kiss. I nuzzled his lips. I let the tip of my tongue trace his mouth. Different stroke for different folks, but I thought my Marcus had the most perfect lips. I painted them with slickness as I ran my tongue along them. He opened and I darted my tongue inside, stroking along his. He moaned into my mouth. I pressed my fully clothed chest up against his buds and stimulated them as I lightly bucked against him.

I love apples. Sweet natures candy. I brought my right hand in and cupped his neck. His pulse was hammering with need and desire; the fact that it was for me set my cockles ablaze. Regretfully, I left his sweet lips and pressed a kiss to the hallow of his throat. His skin was releasing his scent. Essence of apple. Marcus…

I captured his nipple with my teeth and let my tongue flicker over it.

“Oh…Sir…”

I arched an eyebrow. That was new. I closed my lips around him and sucked. His torso bucked up and rammed my teeth against the shield. I pulled off and winced. I cut up the inside of my mouth. Blood filled my mouth. The scent of cinnamon filled the car.

Marcus snapped his eyes open and looked down at me. “I’m sorry….”

“So, kiss it better.”

He can toss me around like a rag doll sometimes when he’s excited. Blood must have seeped out the corner of my mouth. He kissed and licked everything then slipped his tongue into my mouth, pressing his saliva against my cuts. It stung. Love should hurt just a little bit.

“You okay?”

“Are you, Puppy?”

“I’m getting there.” I pushed at his shoulders until he was sprawled back on the seat. I matched him eye for eye as I undid his belt and opened his trousers. Ah ha. He was wearing underwear--pink silk boxers? Uh….okay. A flush of pink rose on his cheeks. Eh, he looked in pink.

I pulled his pants off and tossed them over my shoulder. I let my palms run up and down his upper thighs. I pushed on his inner thighs to widen my working room. He had to unclasp his ankles. I pushed up and the backs of his knees rested on my shoulder pads of my suit. This was decadent. I had never loved Marcus while fully clothed…well, at least me being fully clothes.

“Angel?” I willed out my wings. They curved up and angled through the back of the limo. If I ever had to get out of the car in a hurry when these were out, I was going to be shit out of luck. At fully extension now, they arched up at about a 45 degree angle until they reached the roof then angled along until they reached the sides and now angled back down the sides, blocking the doors. I used to have a twelve foot wingspan. Over the years, they have grown to a sixteen foot span. I still can’t do a standing fly with just feathers. Right now, the wings locked Marcus’ shins to my back. Puppy could only lay back and think of the Nation.

“Angel?” There was puzzlement in his tone but a touch of pride in his eyes. I would do this for him. Only for him. I didn’t offer it often so when I was willing it was special.

“Well, you asked me to blow your mind.” I took my right hand and dragged all my hair off my face and anchored it over my back and left side of my neck. I couldn’t do the porn star flip because my hair was so freaking heavy. I brought my hand back down and stroked little Marcus. Well not so little. I began pressing hot kisses on the underside of his length. His sac was hot and the scent that pure arousal rose up and enveloped me as I bent my head down to lap at them.

One of these days, I was going to record his voice when we were making out. He has got to be making the sexiest sounds in the world. I have no doubt that I could salute with just listening to him. Apple orchard. In my nose. On my tongue. I lifted up and ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock. I could feel his legs tensing but he would relax right away. When I did something else, he would tense up again, relax.

“Azrael….”

The way my name fell from his lips made my stomach quiver. His hand reached out and gathered up the ends of my hair. I opened my mouth and took him deeply into me in one swoop. His head arched back and his mouth fell open. I felt like I was servicing a god. He was so beautiful. I lifted my left hand to his mouth. He turned his head and sucked two fingers into his mouth. His tongue did a parody of what I was doing with my own tongue. I pulled off tasting his concentrated essence weeping from the little slit. I drew my hand back and began to tease his portal, sweeping my fingers back and forth. Circling it teasingly. He yanked on my hair. I breeched him. His legs tightened and he drew me up against the front of the seat. Little Az wasn’t ready for that and I grunted.

Sable brown hair was everywhere. It tickled my nose. I snorted against his stomach. He laughed. That was new. I lifted my head and looked up into smiling eyes. “Come into me, Angel.”

I wiggled my finger. He clamped tight around it and arched his hips up to me. “You know…I don’t mind a little bit…”

“I’m directing here.” I took his back into my mouth and began to bob up and down on him. He wasn’t expecting it. He made the cutest gurgling sound.

“I’m…..Angel….stop….stop, I’m…” I worked another finger into his portal. His breathing was reaching the critical point. I began thrusting my fingers in him. His head thrashed to the side and I felt him pull on my hair again. I released him from my mouth and shifted until I was at his portal. I eased my own weeping organ forward spreading my natural lubricant around his awaken portal. I jacked his cock and pressed forward burying myself deep in one continuous stroke. I used my legs and shifted my wings slightly to change the angle so now I had him rolled forward and his knees were hovering on my shoulders over his chest.

I shifted my feet forward so I could reach his throat. “Tell me when you’re good.”

He groaned as I circled my hips. I could feel his heart beat beneath my lips as I licked at his neck. I dropped fang and scratched the skin. A light line of blood welled up. I caught it on my tongue. Apples exploded in my mouth.

“Go.”

I began to work my hips. His sighs and my grunts were accompanied by the sounds of glass wind chimes. No...the sound had changed as my wings continued to grow. Where there had sounded like broken glass before…it was a deep sound now, like a rain stick. Not so jarring. Rather soothing actually. We always seem to work best under falling water…even it was just the sound.

Marcus turned his head and offered up his delectable piece of flesh. I extended my fangs a little further and latched on. My hips began a steady rhythm, bucking forward and up searching for that……AAAAAhhhhhhhh, I ended up biting deeper than I expected when I hit his prostate and Marcus tightened up unbearably around me. I wish I could say I was a marathon love machine. I was losing it…fast. Appley essence intermingled with cinnamon sweat. I swallowed his life’s fluid then quickly licked the wounds closed as I began to reach my own plateau of pleasure. I took him back in hand and began to squeeze and stroke. Prostate. Hip thrust, hand pump. Repeat. I could feel his body tremble beneath me. There it was. That special hitch in his breathing. I jammed my hips up and…Marcus exploded in my hand. His chest arched up His legs tried to contract which really pulled my hips deeper. His uncontrolled clenching tipped me over the edge.

I probably would have collapsed on his chest but I kind of hung limply from my wings suspended over him. I felt a hand brush along my cheek. I turned towards it and pressed against it a little harder. “Angel?”

Holy crap, I really had to work at focusing my eyes on his face. “Azrael?”

“I was trying to blow your mind…I think it backfired.” I felt so tired.

“You blew my mind.”

“Good, get back to work, intern.” I pressed a kiss to the middle of the palm that stroked my face.

“Yes, boss.” Marcus chuckled then gave a little groan as I slipped out of him. “I now know what a pretzel feels like. Ooowww…Azrael, get rid of your wings.”

Marcus caught me before my knees slipped back down the floor when my wings dissolved in a shower of light. He held me away from his naked self. That in itself was odd because aside from me hanging out in the breeze, I was fully clothed. “Don’t want to mess you up, since you look so fine.”

He set me on the seat beside him. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. “Define fine.”

“Fabulous. Intelligent. Narcissistic and Elegant.”

“Narcissistic? I beg to differ.”

Marcus nudged me upright with his shoulder and dug into a compartment. Ah, all the conveniences of a cathouse on wheels. I shifted to pack things away into their original compartment. I got my hand slapped away and just as I went to protest a washcloth began stirring things up south of the border. Marcus felt the stirrings of round two. He looked up at me with a smirk. “Never ending?”

“That would be bragging. Are you okay now, Babe?”

“Yeah. His presence just lingered and I couldn’t drive it out. It was just…oppressive.”

“Why am I so exhausted?”

“Sex and Father.” Sexual triathlon explained it. I’m still getting stuck with their aftermath. Disturbing imagery.

“As much as the flesh seems willing…I’m going onto autopilot here.”

“Rest, Azrael. You did good.” I snorted and just closed my eyes to rest just a bit. I felt Marcus tuck me back into my pants and then I could hear him moving around cleaning up all evidence of boss and intern emissions.

“I want to hold you.” I had as much comprehension as a sleepy toddler. Marcus grabbed onto my arm and pulled me forward. “Come here my Angel. I love it when you sleep in my arms. I’ll watch over you.”

“My job…”

“Just for today…sleep.” I laid my forehead up against the crook of his neck and shoulder and just relaxed. Yeah, this was about trust. I fell asleep wrapped in his arms with the scent of warm apples filling my head.

“Hey….Azzy….az… Azzzzzzy.” I opened my eyes and blinked at Marcus’ up close and personal eyes. He broke out into a wide grin. “I never thought that you could look cuter but all sleepy and pouty works for you.”

Wha? It felt like my eyelids were stapled together. Yawned and blinked some more. “Azzzzy.” His breath whispered over my cheek.

“What did I tell you?”

I got a kiss to my temple. “Azrael. Azrael. Az-rae-l, Come on sleepy noggin. We’re here at the Phoenix.”

I let my head drop back and I stared out the side window. Even though it was upside down, sure enough, we were parked outside of the Golden Phoenix. “Uh?”

“Liam called and asked us to pick up Claudius.”

I pulled my head back upright right into a Marcus special. Oooohh. I haven’t had one of those in a while. “You okay?”

Marcus tucked strands of my white hair back behind an ear. “I should be asking you. You crashed hard, Angel.”

“Wait? We have to pick up Claudius? He’s at the beach again? Didn’t he just have Sex all day yesterday.” That came out wrong…well probably not considering how worn out I was feeling. I am not normally this wasted from one fine orgasm.

“You awake?”

“I could use a shot of apple juice right now.”

“I can’t refuse my cinnamon angel anything.” Marcus pulled his hair aside and stretched his neck for me. I placed a couple of sucky kisses on his throat then gently dropped fang into his life force. I let it pool. I only took two swallows. We still had to party the night away.

A little bit of Marcus went a long way. I could feel his essence ripping through my veins. He slipped me back onto the seat as Cicero came back towards the door. Unless Marcus combed my hair while I was sleeping, we piled out of the back of the limo looking like we had been doing. We didn’t even get a sideways glance from the Loyal anymore. Which in itself was a good thing. I did have a reputation to maintain.

I am so sorry to say it, but the Hade’s little pleasure palace was my third home away from home. The second home was the Penthouse at the top of Shadoe Inc. It was so bad that I had the access codes to get into the Golden Phoenix any time I needed to. I think Hades and Liam had just gotten tired of coming down and having to open the door for me. I punched in the code and out popped an eye scanner. I ran my hand around the eye cup checking for grease pencil. X had ended up walking around with a black circle around his eye until Hades showed up and slapped Liam in the head. That’s the thing about the brotherhood. Individually we didn’t have to go through some lesson to learn from it. Aside from Sex and Claudius’ special time together, we lived in each other’s pocket. When we were trapped on the beach, it was annoying. Now, not so much.

I set my eye against the rubber cup and got scanned. The door went click. Marcus caught it and pushed it open for me. The Hades club had revitalized the area. Who would have thought that a blatantly open gay dance club could do so much. The warehouses had been transformed into trendy lofts. Once money started to come into the area, quaint little shops opened catering to the new community. The city called the quarter….artistic. Everybody knew it was like a gay mecca. You know an area is doing well when multinational coffee giants spring up on every corner. The smell of burnt coffee lingered in the air.

Marcus was touchy touchy as we climbed the stairs. I flipped my hair and glanced back at him. I got an innocent look back at me. “Babe…don’t be starting something you can’t follow up on.”

“I wasn’t the one drooling in satiation.”

Liam stood at the top of the landing of the third stairwell. “What is it with you Von Drachenfelds? You’re all a bunch of horn dogs!”

“Well Praved, whose fault is that?”

“Get up here, I can’t leave him alone too long, he’ll drown or something.” Liam turned on his heel and disappeared into Hades personal quarters.

“I think hurricane Hades is back.” Marcus whispered into my ear. I let out a sigh. What the hell had Liam done this time? We trudged up the stairs.

Sure enough, Father was there. Hades knew what he wanted and he wanted luxury. As Head of the House of Assassins, he had developed a style of class and style mainly because he was big a lot of business entertainment. Deposed, evicted and now an entrepreneur, Hades decorated as he wanted. Luxurious brothel worked for him. His home took up the whole top floor. Aside from his wall of sound lounging area, state of the art kitchen and roman style bathhouse, each bedroom had it’s own theme. I personally liked the gladiator cell. Seeing Marcus in a loincloth all oiled up…okay, bad idea. Walking with a hard on around Liam was like asking a comic to mock your flaws.

I headed into the bath and found Liam sitting at the edge of the tub staring down at the floating form. Thank God for small mercies. Claudius had a Speedo on. It didn’t hide anything but finding Liam or Hades hovering over him while he was naked was disturbing. Black hair drifted around Father’s still form like kelp or seaweed. Liam lifted up a leg and rested his chin on his knee as he looked down into the water.

“I can’t really see much of Sigmund in him, well except the height. His coloring is straight from his mother.” Liam flicked his gray eyes up to me. “You had Sigmund’s coloring. That red hair was distinctive.”

Liam was melancholy? He caught my puzzlement. “Birthdays get to me. I’ve stopped counting.”

I gestured down to Claudius’s floating form. Spirit walking was a dangerous thing for non-fractured blue line vampires to do alone. In the past, Father had done it when Sex was in distress. I didn’t feel that Elder brother was in need. Father was? “How many times is this now?”

“Twice a month. I don’t mind. When you’re not stuck there, the beach is a pretty nice place to visit.”

“You said that you had something important to show us.” Marcus laid a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. Hold on.” Liam leaned over and slapped Father in the face. “Come on back sleeping beauty.” He tapped Father again. There was a thrashing and Claudius sat up gasping as his consciousness returned to him. Liam reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders as he pitched forward. The brotherhood could switch in and out easily, with no lapse of awareness. Father had an adjustment period to get used to being back in the tangible.

“Marcus…” Even though Liam was the Eternal Father of us all, he was still in a young Red vampire’s body and he was about eighty-four years away from being an Ancient. Marcus came forward and pulled Claudius from the tub. There was a wooden lawnchair lounger close to the tub. Liam had already placed fluffy towels down. Marcus laid Father down and Liam set a tall latte mug of blood down beside the armrest.

“Yo….you back?”

“Yes…Azrael?” Father’s voice croaked a bit.

“How long was he gone?”

“Half an hour. Can’t do more than that, and you can’t go back for two weeks.”

“I know.” Claudius closed his eyes and lifted a hand up to his forehead.

Liam gestured to a robe hanging close to the door’s entrance. I snagged it and draped it over his legs. Liam dropped a towel over his head. “Drink up, syn. We will be in the lounge.”

Liam shooed us out and dimmed the lights behind us.

We got into the lounge and I noticed Liam hovered back behind us. I turned to find him staring at us with an unreadable expression on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s…” He glanced down at his watch, “three o’clock. Do you know where your son is?”

Alarm ripped through me. “Lex hasn’t been talkative lately.”

“Oh, he’s talkative.” Liam crossed over to the phone and did something so it was connected to the speakers. He hit a button and my boy’s voice sounded in the room.

“Dedushka, We’re in trouble. Wolf, Jax and me got picked up in a raid. We weren’t doing anything. We’re in holding down at….Station 11. They only let us use the phone now. Come and get us. Don’t tell Papa or Ded. Pilot and Linc are in here with us, but…I’m scared. Come and get us, please.”

Liam cut the recording. “My Shepherd Boy has gone to pick up your little wayward lambs. Take a seat. They’re coming back here. When did Alexander get all secretive and raidy?”

“Yes, Azrael. I would like to know that as well.” Father walked into the room wrapped in the white toweling robe and the towel he was drying his hair with was now loosely laying on his shoulders. “Enlighten me as to why my grandson and his friends are in jail.”

Blue flame burned in his eyes – and it wasn’t sexual desire. I didn’t know what was going on in my boy’s head, but it looked like I was going to get spanked for it. Damn it.

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