Hero

The sound of soft music woke him from his nightmare. Lane was sweating and shaking slightly. He sat up abruptly and hugged his arms around his chest as he looked out of the open bedroom door. A warm blanket covered him but did nothing to stop the chills that wracked his frame.
‘What the Hell was I dreaming about?’ he thought in confusion. He could only collect bits and pieces of the nightmare, none of which when put together made any sense. Shaking his head slightly he removed the blanket from his legs and stood up. The trembling vampire made his way out of the large bed room and followed the sound of a guitar softly playing in the study. He hugged his arms tighter around his lithe chest and peered into the crack of the doorway.

Falcon sat on a lounge chair with a beautiful red and black electric guitar on his lap. He was lightly plucking at the strings and gazing out an open window. It was a beautiful starry night outside, with a cool wind blowing into the dimly lit room. Falcon wore only an open shirt and a pair of gym shorts.
Lane gently knocked on the door and pushed it farther open slightly. Falcon’s silver eyes wandered over to him as he continued to play a soft tune on the instrument. He stopped instantly when he saw the condition his captive was in and set the guitar on a stand beside the large chair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked instantly, his eyes surveying the vampire as he pushed the door all the way open and took a step inside. Lane walked in and shivered as he looked around the lavish room. His eyes fell on the wall opposite the window and discovered an enormous book shelf completely full of literature works. He stared for a moment before looking back at the Slayer.
“You read a lot huh?” he asked, trying to distract himself from his troubled thoughts. Sadly, the handsome man saw right through it after studying him for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” he asked again, ignoring the pointless question. “You’re shaking,” he observed. Lane swallowed and lowered his head submissively as he took a few steps toward him.
“I…I had a nightmare…” he explained, avoiding the judgmental eyes. Falcon said nothing for sever minutes before beckoning him closer with a hand. Lane walked over after a moment’s hesitation and stood before him, his head still lowered.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked tonelessly. Lane shook his head as he knelt down beside the chair.
“Can’t remember it,” he murmured as he leaned against it. To his utter surprise, Lane was pulled up into the Slayer’s lap. His strong arms wrapped around the still trembling body as he pressed the weak vampire against his chest.
“Well, you’re okay now,” he muttered. “My apartment is a fortress, nothing can get in here except me,” he reassured. He rubbed the shaking arms gently and rested his chin on the head tucked beneath it. Lane closed his eyes and sighed as his body slowly relaxed under the ministrations.
“Thank you,” he muttered quietly. “I feel much better knowing the man that has sworn to kill me is the only one who can get in and out of this prison.” Lane gasped as his chin was abruptly grabbed and his head was snapped back so he was staring into those molten pools of silver. His shallow breath hitched as the handsome Slayer glared at him.
“Well then you would do best to remember that this particular warden is caring for you, protecting you, and feeding you without a single hand raised to hurt you,” he growled out. Lane swallowed and stared up at him with fear and apprehension. Falcon leaned down and rubbed noses gently with him.
“I…I’m sorry…” Lane whispered. He closed his eyes and sighed as a gently kiss was pressed to his lips. Falcon pressed his nose into the vampire’s shallow cheek and held him tighter to his muscular chest. “I guess…I’m just tired of being a prisoner…My master-”

“Former master,” the Slayer corrected as he kissed his cheek. Lane turned his pale face into Falcon’s the grip on his chin turned into a gentle caress on his neck.
“Yes, my former master,” he acknowledged. “He kept me locked in a room, unless he took me out to hunt on occasion. I…I hated that room. All I had was a bed, a bucket to relieve myself in, and a door to stare at…not a single window, book, television, anything.” His eyes filled with tears behind the lids as he fought down all the pain that this wracked within him. Falcon merely held him and listened, pressing their cheeks together comfortingly.
“I just…I’m finally rid of him and yet, I’m still trapped,” he murmured. The emaciated creature turned his face into the one pressed into his cheek. “But thank God I have you to take care of me,” he whispered. The black haired hunter pulled away their faces only to connect their mouths in a warm kiss. Lane reached up and circled around his neck slowly, opening his mouth to allow the questing tongue entrance in. Falcon tightened his strong arm around him and cupped his neck as he kissed him fiercely.
All too soon, though, the kiss ended. Falcon pulled back slowly, breathing slightly hard as he disconnected their inflamed lips. Lane looked up at him as he rested his head on the man’s broad shoulder.

“I’m sorry I can’t let you go,” Falcon said quietly. Lane closed his blue eyes once again as despair flooded his mind and his body slumped. The silver eyed Slayer kissed the top of his head and rested his chin on it once again. “But I can give you a better life than that.”
Lane tiled his head back to look up at him in surprise. Falcon stared back at him and stroked his hollow cheek gently. “How? This may be a better room than what I was in but it’s still a room that I can’t leave,” he pointed out.
“Well, it’s more like a house, but okay,” Falcon corrected. “Second, I won’t mistreat you like he did. I can tell he’s been unusually cruel to you, which is rare but it happens occasionally.” Lane looked off to the side in shame before his face was gently turned back to face Falcon.
“What did he do to you?” he inquired curiously as he stroked his cheek with a thumb. Lane took a deep breath and let it out slowly as a kiss was placed on his forehead.
“Picture being starved for weeks at a time and only being fed enough to keep your organs functioning and you still won’t be able to imagine the pain I’ve gone through,” he began slowly. “Viper was a sadistic bastard who got his rocks off seeing me in agony. He fed me silver and garlic laced blood which I had to consume or else I would have died. He would cut me with silver plated wire and watch me bleed what little blood I had as I lay screaming on the filthy floor of my little room. He would…” He took a deep breath. “He would rape me with blunt, silver steaks and jack off to my screams.” Lane’s voice became a whisper and his small body quivered as memories rushed back to him. Falcon’s grip tightened slightly, surprising the vampire. He looked up and shivered at what he saw.

The Slayer had his teeth bared at the wall in front of them and his beautiful eyes were glowing. Lane’s blood ran cold at the sight before him, causing him to hitch in a small breath as he gazed at his host.
“Falcon…?” he asked cautiously. He snapped his silver eyes to the emerald one’s below him and immediately calmed down. He snarl turned into a gentle smile as he leaned down to place another kiss on the nearly trembling lips.
“Hm, got a little angry,” he muttered as he nuzzled Lane’s cheek. The vampire felt a warmth spread through him as he rested his head on the man’s broad shoulder. His emerald eyes couldn’t help but wander down to the instrument beside the chair.
“I didn’t know Slayers had time to do things other than kill,” he remarked. Falcon’s eyes also went to the guitar and he smiled as he leaned down to pick it up and lay it across Lane’s leg.
“I’ve been playing since I can remember,” he said. “I have a bit of a knack for it, I guess. Do you play?” The question surprised Lane but he kept his eyes on the beautiful instrument.
“Actually…I do,” he confessed. “I…have perfect pitch. All vampires do, and I enjoy music.” His hand reached out to touch the beautiful metal, but he quickly pulled it back. A hand covered his and placed it back on the guitar.
“Show me,” The warm breath brushed his ear and he closed his eyes as his pale fingers brushed the strings, causing a hum to issue from its depths. Falcon kissed the tip of the appendage before resting his chin on the smaller man’s shoulder.
Lane opened his eyes and looked at the neck, placing his other hand on it tenderly. He arranged his fingers in the correct positions and began to slowly play a song he had made up long ago. Falcon watched with fascination and watched silently. Lane took a deep breath and began to softly sing.

“Wish I was, too dead to cry,” he started.
“My self affliction fades,
Stones to throw at my creator,
Masochists to which I cater,

You don’t need to bother,
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don’t need to bother,
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on

I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds…” He rested his head against the handsome Slayer’s neck as he broke into a gentle solo. The man was mesmerized at his ward’s ability, and the emotion that was radiating from this song. He stared at the blue haired man, eyebrows drawn together in a thoughtful look as the song continued. Lane took in another breath and began to sing again.

“Wish I’d died…instead of lived,
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten with its memories
Diaries kept…with cryptic entries!

And you don’t need to bother,
I don’t need to be
I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won’t let go ‘til it bleeds

You don’t need to bother!
I don’t need to be! Yeeeaaah!
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on- once I hold oooonnn!
I’ll never live down my deceit….”

Lane finished the song with the same melody he had used when it began, letting it die on a beautiful chord. He rested his hands on the instrument and stayed silent for a long time, thinking of the man that had inspired him to come up with it.

“You’ll never leave me Larro, I dare you to try.”

His former master’s voice rang threateningly in his head as he recalled that night. It was at that moment that he vowed never to make things easy for the man. He would fight for every inch of ground he could get.
“That was beautiful,” Falcon murmured softly into his ear. Lane smiled and tilted his head back to look up at him. The smile slid off of his face, however, when he saw the look Falcon was giving him.

His god-like face wore a look that was almost unreadable. His eyes were fixed on him with a look in their depths that he couldn’t quite place. His mouth was a hard line with his lips pursed together. Lane hesitantly reached up and touched his host’s hard, chiseled jaw with his finger tips.
“Then why do you look upset…?” he asked tentatively. Falcon quickly grabbed the hand and kissed the pale wrist, his silver eyes never leaving the vampire’s green ones.
“Because there was so much…pain in that song,” he explained. “I’ve never heard anything like it.” He leaned in to connect their mouths gently, keeping hold of the wrist for a moment before letting it go and wrapping the now free arm around the smaller man’s waist. Lane’s free hand circled around his neck, pressing their mouths harder together to deepen the kiss. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as Falcon’s tongue pressed into his warm mouth. They danced for a while like that as the intensity of the kiss deepened.

Absently, Falcon reached down and moved the guitar back to its stand beside the chair as he pulled Lane properly into his lap facing him. The vampire’s hands boldly reached in front to spread Falcon’s already open shirt wider apart. They broke the heated kiss reluctantly so Falcon could return the favor as well as slip completely out of his own shirt. He all but ripped the flimsy muscle shirt off of Lane before diving back to his waiting mouth.
Lane gasped as their lips met again, his legs tightening on his captor’s thighs with arousal and want. His white fingers roamed over the now exposed skin, admiring the perfection of the creature under him. They caressed his strong shoulders before moving down to his sculpted chest and stomach, trailing his claws lightly over the sensitive flesh.

Falcon reached down and wrapped his strong arms around his ward, lifting him up onto his hips as he carried him out of the room. Lane barely noticed the movement as he broke their lips apart to kiss at his jaw and lightly nip at his ear lobe. Falcon growled lightly as he walked into the large bed room and laid his captive down on the mattress, proceeding to climb on top of him as their lips attached once again. Both panted heavily through their flared nostrils, much like wild animals as they explored each other’s exposed skin once again.
“God, this feels so right,” Lane panted out as the Slayer moved his questing mouth to the sensitive neck. Falcon lifted his handsome head up to gaze down at him, his eyes on fire.

“You think so?” he asked as he fought to catch his breath. Lane gave him a soft grin as he caressed the soft cheek.
“I think, I haven’t felt this good since I was with my family…as long ago as that was…” he murmured. Falcon cocked his head at him as he checked his passions and settled on top of him carefully.
“I don’t know anything about you. I haven’t really had the chance to talk to you about your life…or your family,” he remarked. His broad hand reached up to comb through the sapphire locks beneath him. Lane shrugged and looked away.
“Not much to tell, what do you want to know?” he asked quietly, still not looking at his host. Falcon touched his cheek with unexpected gentleness, prompting those emerald eyes to look back at him.
“What do you want to tell me?” he whispered softly as he leaned down to touch the hollow cheek. Lane started but quickly calmed as he smiled and leaned up to connect their lips in the softest kiss they had shared yet.
“Everything…”