Silver Revolver

Silk sheets caressed exposed skin with every movement. The sensation was beguiling, the cool fabric leaving goose bumps to prickle in its wake and small, barely noticeable, pleasured tremors to rack the thin body.

An almost inaudible groan escaped Jabez’s lips as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was hazy and his thought process sluggish. He attempted to rub his eyes, but found his hands were refusing to cooperate. After a few moments of confusion, his eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting, and he was greeted with the sight of his naked body. It was then he realised his arms were bound. He craned his neck back, seeing that silver handcuffs around his wrists were binding him to an elaborate, wrought-iron headboard.

…Silver handcuffs?

He could already see signs that they were burning the flesh on his wrists, red bruises peppering the skin they’d rubbed against.

Memories of running into Dominic and Nicholas suddenly registered in his brain. Frantically, he looked around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was a bit relieved to discover he wasn’t in Vladimir’s coven, but at the same time, having no idea where he was did not help much. All he could make of his location was that he was in a finely furnished suite. The bed was large, covered in royal blue, silk sheets and cushions and pillows of various sizes. The wallpaper was gold, embroidered with faint patterns of the fleur-di-lis. A wooden armoire sat adjacent to the bed, next to a brass floor lamp which was the sole source of illumination as the dark curtains were drawn. There was a dressing table, a leather sofa, a closet and three doors which most likely led to a bathroom, a balcony, and the outside respectively.

Orange eyes swivelled up the ceiling, and his breath caught in his throat at what lurked above. Nicholas hung upside down, suspended by the impressive chandelier on the high ceiling, his black, leathery wings shrouding his body. Vladimir and his brothers all possessed wings as did most of the more powerful, Old World vampires and their descendents. They bore more genetic similarity to bats, but not as closely as the bald subspecies Alexander belonged to. Jabez himself lacked wings. The flaxen haired vampire smirked down at him.

“You’re finally awake,” Nicholas stated the obvious, his large wings stretching and flapping experimentally, revealing his own muscular, nude form.

“What did you do to me?”

“Nothing yet. I’m surprised those pitiful manmade drugs had such a strong effect on you. Humans are good for some things, aren’t they? Then again, you’ve always been weak.”

The redhead narrowed his eyes angrily but said nothing. He watched wordlessly as Nicholas hoisted himself upright before jumping onto the carpeted floor. With disturbing snapping sounds, the sprawling wings folded and retreated into his back. He sauntered leisurely over to the bed where he roughly gripped Jabez’s legs, forcing them apart. The younger vampire struggled to break free of his vulgar hold, but his fussing caused his skin to scrape the handcuffs, allowing more skin to sizzle and burn. He bit his tongue to suppress a pained cry, but a hiss escaped nonetheless.

“You shouldn’t fight, my traitorous friend. You’ll end up handless if that silver keeps touching you. Trust me; it was a bother getting them on you in the first place. Luckily, the burns have already healed.”

“Are you going to kill me?” he enquired as the taller man slithered over his trembling body. Nicholas ignored his question, opting to drag his fangs over a hardening nipple. Jabez willed himself to believe his nipples were erect due to coldness and not arousal. The blond’s sharp nails trailed up and down his thighs, leaving trails of long, red scratches. God, where was Crucifix? Oh, right, fucking some stupid waitress most likely. The bastard probably had yet to realise he was gone. He hoped he would realise soon; this was a nightmare. Would Crucifix even care enough to save him? He had blacked out before they left the bar, so he had no clue if people saw them leave. Chances are that if Crucifix asked the other patrons if they’d seen him leave, they would be unable to offer any assistance. Fuck. Things were not looking good.

“Ah!” he exclaimed when a finger was forced into his entrance as teeth sank into a bony hip. The pain was blinding; his body had jerked in shock, causing the handcuffs to rub his skin some more.

“I advise you to keep still. Vladimir obviously didn’t teach you how to follow orders if you can’t even perform well to prevent yourself from becoming an amputee.”

“Fuck you,” Jabez spat bitterly.

“I will in due time, my pet… You’re looking rather sickly. Don’t look at me like that. You’re still very beautiful, but it looks like you’re becoming anaemic. It’s a good thing I sent Dominic to retrieve a meal for you; you’re deteriorating quickly. I wouldn’t want you to get sick during our lovemaking.”

The harsh reply was silenced when the finger nudged his prostate. He was sickened with himself when he felt his cock hardening.

“Still such a randy, little thing… I’m beginning to understand why Vladimir kept you to himself…”

A slick tongue lapped tauntingly at his inner thighs as the lone digit worked in and out of his ass. Jabez squeezed his eyes closed; trying his damndest not to enjoy what he was feeling. Too bad his bad his body was betraying him. He bucked his hips and arched his back, doing his best not to touch those cursed handcuffs.

“Oh god!” he almost sobbed as the cool tongue was dragged over his heated dick, licking at the sensitive area beneath the head and then upwards, the very tip jabbing in and out of the slit. Meanwhile, another finger joined the other inside him, twisting and making scissoring movements.

“Why look so distressed, hmm? Just relax and enjoy this. You’re lucky you’ve found me in one of my less sadistic moods. I’m the one pleasuring you right now,” Nicholas said, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “When Dominic returns, I can’t assure you that he’ll be so gentle. He’s always been known for getting a tad violent; as I’m sure you’ve heard from the other whores. Or have you? You always thought yourself to be better than them. You basically lived in Vladimir’s bedroom and he allowed you to eat with us away from the others. You’re so spoilt.”

“Where are we?” Jabez tried to keep his mind off his predicament. Besides, that question was burning in the back of his mind from the time he’d woken up.

“We’re in the city in some hotel. Dominic was getting impatient so we stopped off here. I had to literally stop him from fucking your unconscious body in an alley. That was simply too undignified. It would attract police attention, too. And then we’d have to kill them. And you know that would lead to your little boyfriend hunting us down,” Nicholas then engulfed the throbbing cock in his mouth, sucking so hard that Jabez was sure he wasn’t going to last long. The fingers inside him were unrelenting, torturing his prostate and the velvety walls with their unforgiving nails. The masochistic side of him adored the pain.

“Stop it. Just let me go!” he sighed weakly.

“The only way I’m letting go is if I’m killing you. You belong to us… We’ve decided to punish you for being foolish and running away. You’re much too desirable to let you run wild with some bounty hunter. Speaking of him, he doesn’t even care enough to find you. You’re better off with us.”

“Shut up! You don’t know him!”
‘…And neither do I…’

In an instant those tantalising fingers and that hot mouth were gone. Nicholas was glowering furiously at him as he sat back on his haunches. “How dare you choose to be loyal to a stranger who kills our kind over us?”

“Because he hasn’t raped me like your fucking brother has!”

“Vladimir never raped you. He loved your worthless ass and all you did was deny him. You would spread your legs, but he wanted your heart.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve been watching you for years. You must’ve been so happy to see his head get torn off like some common criminal’s. Tell me; were you in cahoots with that slayer all along? Were you a traitor for so long?”

“Don’t even go there.”

“Then you are stupider than I thought you were. The entire coven is hungry for your demise. You turned your back on them for an enemy you don’t know.”

“Why did you come after me? I’m not the first to run away.”

“The rest always come back. We know what to expect from you. And no one has ever been bold enough to lie on their back for a fucking bounty hunter. I wanted to kill you so badly… We set out for your blood. But seeing you again has made us understand why it’s so hard to get rid of you. We were planning to have our fun and then bring your carcass home as a warning to any traitors. They will all be so upset to see that once again you’ve gotten away with murder. Ah well, they’re probably used to that by now.”

Their little ‘heart-to-heart’ was disrupted by the door being kicked open where it slammed noisily into the wall. In strolled Dominic with an unconscious, young man thrown over his shoulder. He noisily closed the door behind him and observed Nicholas and Jabez with a quirked eyebrow.

“You started without me?” he frowned.

“You didn’t miss anything interesting. Where’d you find the boy?” Nicholas pointed at the comatose human. The boy couldn’t be any older than seventeen. His hair was brown and messy and his skin held a healthy bronzed glow. He was of average height and build.

“He was wandering around not too far away. I snapped his neck before he even saw me, but he’s not dead yet. It’s his own fault for being out so late, don’t you agree?” the brunet chuckled. “Why don’t we untie Jabez? I’m certain he’s not dumb enough to try to get away. Neither is he strong enough; he looks starved.”

The blond turned his attention to Jabez. “You won’t be able to outrun or overpower us. You might as well behave yourself and feed before you get sick. Don’t you agree?”

Jabez eyed the human with great interest. He could smell the blood coursing through his veins, almost taste it in fact. He knew he needed to feed. It would be easier to escape if he had all his strength…

“I agree.”

“Splendid,” Nicholas climbed off the bed and ambled to the sofa where his coat was carefully laid over the armrest. He fumbled around in the pockets and then returned with a key in hand.

“Remember; no funny business,” he reiterated as he unlocked the handcuffs, muttering expletives when the silver singed his own fingers. He threw them onto the ground spitefully as soon as they were off. Jabez sat up instantly, eyeing the damage to his maimed wrists. The skin was peeling away and the injury to his left wrist had been so bad that he could see his tendons plain as day in some patches.

“Make room for the human,” Dominic instructed as he threw the boy onto the bed. Jabez had to quickly scoot out of the way or he would’ve surely been smacked in the face and promptly crushed by the living missile.
He peered at the unconscious figure unwaveringly, the bloodlust taking over and blinding him to everything else due the close proximity of what he so desperately needed. The boy was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans overalls. He was most likely a market worker. Or at least he used to be. He straddled the human’s legs, quickly getting to work on unbuckling the overalls and ripping the plaid shirt off. He almost moaned upon seeing the bared, disjointed neck. He tore his attention from his meal and said:

“Do either of you need to feed, too?”

“No. We’re fine. Eat to your heart’s content,” Dominic answered distractedly. He and his brother were enamoured with the involuntarily enticing view of Jabez’s ass they were receiving with the way he was on his hands and knees over the boy’s body. The way his tousled, fiery locks fell over his shoulders and hid half of his face was also sexy; it made him appear wild and mysterious.

Jabez shrugged and turned back around. Languidly, he licked at the crook of the human’s neck, enjoying the salty taste and the way his pulse throbbed beneath his skin before sinking his fangs into the warm flesh. Skin broke and blood flowed easily from the puncture wounds. The delicious coppery taste flooded his taste buds as he swallowed large gulps of the red liquid. He bit away at the vulnerable neck, creating a gaping wound to allow even more blood to flow into his greedy mouth. The poor human would die without even knowing what hit him. He would’ve been paralysed by the broken neck anyway. Jabez was lost in euphoria. There was no experience like being quenched by blood. It was otherworldly.

“Enjoying it?” Nicholas sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the cinnamon hair fondly.

Jabez nodded, not tearing his mouth away for even a second.

“Is it good?” the flaxen haired vampire pressed on.

This time Jabez ignored him. He just wanted to lose himself in his blissful experience, not answer stupid questions. Apparently Nicholas thought his question was very important, because he yanked Jabez’s hair and pulled him away from his meal, nearly completely decapitating the boy, who had died by now.

“I asked you a question.”

“It’s good!” Jabez whined desperately, reaching up with one hand to untangle the other man’s fingers from their vicelike grip on his hair.

“Is it now? Do you mind if I have a taste?”

And with that, Nicholas claimed his bloody lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue plundering his mouth to taste the fresh blood inside. The kiss was intoxicating. After feeding, one’s libido soared through the roof. And as much as Jabez hated to admit it, he needed to fuck. He was high off pleasure. He craved it. He needed it. He would prefer if he didn’t have to do this with Vladimir’s brothers, but sometimes things like this happened in life. He bit Nicholas’ tongue, vaguely amused at the pained grunt the blond let out, loving the taste of the blood that trickled from the pink muscle. Following his lead, Nicholas’ fangs clamped down on his bottom lip, biting it from the inside. He moaned into the older vampire’s mouth, his cock jumping excitedly at the pain. They swapped blood and saliva with their tongues, lost in their passion.

The redhead almost forgot that Dominic was there until he felt a tongue laving at his inner thighs. The tongue then lapped at his balls. Each testicle was sucked into a warm mouth and then the contact was gone altogether. He wanted to protest; he wanted to feel that again. Too bad Nicholas wasn’t going to be done with his mouth any time soon.

He cried out into the kiss when he felt a blunt dick head pushing at his entrance. The little preparation Nicholas had given him earlier was probably not enough. He was too caught up in the moment to really give a damn anyhow. In one swift thrust, Dominic was imbedded to the hilt. Nicholas ended their kiss abruptly, pulling away. This gave way to Dominic shoving Jabez’s head down so that his arse was raised higher than his head. The ginger haired vampire returned to licking at the blood which was pouring from the human’s massacred shoulder. His feeding was interrupted yet again by Nicholas. This time the brunet squatted over the human’s face, his cock right in line with Jabez’s lips.

“Suck it. Keep both of your holes busy like a good, little slut,” Dominic commanded from behind, pulling out halfway and then slamming back in. He smirked dementedly at the loud, surprised yell Jabez made.

Obediently, Jabez opened his mouth. Nicholas had other plans, though. He grabbed his cock and ran the weeping tip over the redhead’s lips like it was some perverted kind of lipstick. He grinned lecherously at the now glossy, pink lips as he roughly yanked Jabez’s hair to keep his head still as he shoved his member into the slighter man’s moist, warm cavern.

Dominic had lost all patience. He was viciously pounding the pert ass, one hand gripping one slender hip and the other placed on the pale, lower back, ensuring Jabez remained in position.

“You’re so fucking tight… This almost hurts me, too…” Dominic panted.

“Maybe you should’ve… prepared him then,” Nicholas snickered throatily.

It was fascinating, really, watching his cock slide in and out of Jabez’s plush lips and then looking down further to see yet another prick in the same body, going in and out of the round ass like a piston.

“Shut up,” Dominic reached over and yanked Nicholas’s chin, smashing their lips together. Yes, they were brothers, but they were already fucking the same person at the same time anyway. This was obviously the next step. Vampires were fairly open with sexuality; incest wasn’t a major concern.

Jabez’s arms had long ago given out so he braced himself on the corpse’s chest, pushing his ass back as far as he could to get as much as Dominic inside him as possible. The force the brunet’s thrusts produced sent him flying forward, where he would then deep throat Nicholas by accident. It was rather difficult doing this, especially since he had to stop himself from clamping his teeth down on the blond’s penis whenever Dominic gave a particularly violent jab to the sensitive gland inside him. The rough jeans the human was wearing rubbed against his erection with every thrust, creating a heady friction that drove him insane with lust.
Dominic’s calloused hand drifted from its position on his hip and reached around to grab his weeping cock, masturbating him fervently out of sync with the dick ploughing him.

The sensations were too much. He didn’t know what to feel. He knew he shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this debauchery. Lord knows what was going to happen to him afterwards.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he’d been hoping Crucifix would miraculously appear out of nowhere and save him, but he was beginning to give up hoping for that. Would the demon even want him if he showed up now? He was getting fucked by two men and blatantly enjoying it! He’d never looked or felt more like a whore than he did now… On the other hand, Crucifix was ten times worse than he was. The man made an art out of promiscuity. So there was a chance he’d still want him, however small it may be.

He was torn from his thoughts as his orgasm overwhelmed him, semen gushing out of his cock and onto his stomach, Dominic’s hand, and the jeans beneath him. Dominic’s thrusts were quick and frantic now, the rhythm totally gone. With a loud groan, he came inside Jabez’s ass.

Nicholas withdrew himself and said, “Open your mouth and swallow everything I give you.”

He began to wank himself off, his blue eyes focused on the gaping mouth. It wasn’t long before jets of cum was spewing from his cock and onto Jabez’s outstretched tongue. It figured Nicholas would have the same fetish as Vladimir… They really were a sick family. Jabez was disgusted at himself for being used to such degrading acts and being even more disgusted that he’d gotten off on them with people he hated.

Together they collapsed onto the bed, Dominic kicking the dead body onto the floor so that there was more room. The two brothers were conversing, probably talking to him, too, but he was off in his own little world. Crucifix didn’t save him. He was doomed. And for some reason, he also felt heartbroken for the first time in his long life.

“Can I take a shower?” he turned to Dominic.

“Knock yourself out. There are no windows in there, so if you were thinking of escaping that way, you need a new plan.”

The bathroom was not in as good condition as the bedroom. Not only that, but it was ridiculously outdated. The wallpaper had faded to an odd, minty green colour, the pattern basically invisible and the white paint on the walls’ crown molding was badly chipped. Black and white tiles alternated on the floor. In the centre of the room was a white, Victorian clawfoot tub, complete with a slightly modernised showerhead. The sink was equally antique, an oval mirror with a gold border above it. The toilet was alone, crutched up against the wall. It was so old that the cistern was mounted high up on the wall, a chain dangling down to flush it.

A frown marred the vampire’s face. At least it was clean.

Warm water cascaded down his head, pouring over his shoulders and down his back. The shower was turning out to be just what he needed. He felt more relaxed so it was easier to get his thoughts in order. As far as he was concerned, Crucifix was not going to save him. He had to figure out how to get away on his own. There was no way he was going back to that coven with them. There were too many awful memories there. Not to mention that Dominic was much sicker than Vladimir had ever been. He’d overheard many horror stories about things he forced concubines to do. The most disturbing story he had heard was about how he’d castrated one of the male whores and the wound got infected. Yet he still fucked the boy every day until he’d died, and rumour had it he continued even after the boy had died…

A repulsed shudder went through him. No, he couldn’t go back. He didn’t have Vladimir there to ‘protect’ him anymore. He was lucky Dominic and Nicholas went so easy on him this time… If he’d caught Dominic in one of his psychotic moods, he would surely not be in one piece now. Hell, he might have even been dead. He would rather die than subject himself to such horrors. He glanced at his wrists again. They had already begun to heal, although he knew it would take a couple days for the mutilation to completely disappear.

His legs were so tired. He slumped down into a sitting position, allowing the water to completely drench him. He stared up at the peeling ceiling as he hopelessly sighed. He couldn’t stop thinking about Crucifix. The man was an asshole, a selfish, conceited asshole that had a penchant for violence. And he missed him despite the fact that they’d hardly spent much time together at all. They'd fucked one night, barely saw each other the next day, and yet he missed him now. He was truly pathetic. He didn’t know how he really felt about the demon. At first he’d viewed him as his salvation… and then he realised he wanted all of the man’s attention after he ditched him to flirt with those airheaded waitresses.

Did Crucifix care even a little for him?

He couldn’t think of anything the bounty hunter had said or done to even hint at liking him. He avoided literally every conversation the vampire tried to start today. All he appeared to be enthused about was owning his very own bloodsucking whore. The only thing he seemed to want from Jabez was sex. And whilst the redhead was used to that, it bothered him with Crucifix. He didn’t know why, but it did. He’d never been so confused about his feelings before. No one had affected him this much.

Shaking his head, he stood. He had to stop thinking about that man. He turned the antique faucet, bringing his shower to an end, and reached for one of the white, complimentary towels hanging on the rack. It dawned on him that he didn’t come anywhere close to devising an escape plan. Instead, he wasted his time pining after Crucifix like a feeble, silly school girl.

A loud crashing sound in the bedroom caught his attention. He wrapped the towel around his waist and tiptoed to the door, prepared to eavesdrop. He expected to hear Dominic and Nicholas fighting about something or another. What he didn’t expect, was to hearing gunshots ring out. He stepped back a few feet, prepared to stay put until everything went still. There was nowhere to hide in the bathroom; everything was spaced out and visible from the door. The sounds of bodies being thrown about and things breaking continued to ring out for quite some time.

And then there was silence.
He took a seat on the cold floor, hugging his knees to his chest. Hopefully whoever was out there wouldn’t bother to check the bathroom.


Unfortunately, fate had other plans. The bathroom door shattered before his eyes, a booted foot breaking the door into nothing but splinters. There stood Crucifix, looking rather unimpressed, scratching his chin with the revolver.

“I had to fucking walk all over the place today to get more bullets. Do you have any idea how old this damn gun is? Silver bullets are rare as is, much less dinosaur, silver bullets! Thanks to your sorry ass, I had to kill two vamps for free. You’re not allowed to get kidnapped anymore! It’s expensive!” the demon complained. “Just so you know; you owe me so much sex for this, you have no idea.”

When the shock finally wore off, Jabez slowly got to his feet. He walked over to Crucifix, his expression unreadable as he digested the man’s tangent. The vampire slayer watched him with a raised eyebrow until they were mere inches apart.

…And then Jabez punched him hard right in the jaw before bypassing him altogether and entering the bedroom, leaving a rather stunned Crucifix behind.


What the fuck was his problem…?

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Thank you all for the reviews, hits, and ratings. I’m floored you guys like this. And, I’m sorry for failing at sex scenes again. I just figured the baddies should get some action for the last. Ha! I’ll try to update this story more often in the future. Emphasis on ‘try’.

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