Blood Lust
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
18,973
Reviews:
194
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Thirty-two
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Isaac knew a natural aptitude for fighting wouldn’t match trained security men. All the same, he also knew they’d have orders not to injure him.
Like a lightening bolt, it struck.
He knew his lover would never allow him harmed. Isaac struggled with his ability to understand Seth’s previous actions.
“Wyland,” he said quietly, “Escort me to where your employer rests.”
“Yes, sir.”
The ride up in the elevator gave him time to think. His adult life as pretty much a loner ill-prepared him for a relationship. He sucked at it. And, despite Seth’s alpha-asshole syndrome, the fault did not fall to either of them exclusively. Rather, to both.
Isaac assumed his share. It didn’t feel great to know you’d acted like an idiot. All the same, he didn’t want to behave like the kind of jerk who couldn’t man up and apologize.
Wyland stepped back as the elevator halted and opened on the top floor. “If sir will step out and follow me?”
He emerged. As did the towering majordomo. Wyland led him to a vault-like door. The big man tapped upon a keypad, a distinct snick sounded. Wyland leaned down and a strange beam met with his left eye.
A computerized female voice spoke. “Mister David Wyland. Identity confirmed. Welcome.”
He straightened. The heavy metal door slid open to reveal a richly-appointed bedroom with the same general theme as the rest of the penthouse. A single, deep gold fabric-shaded lamp lent illumination. Seth, with only a cream-hued sheet covering his slim hips, lay stretched out upon his back.
Isaac almost drooled. “I bet he made sure I’d have protective company as insurance against any bodily harm.”
“No, sir. I have strict orders to allow you unaccompanied access to him even as he rested.”
Isaac’s sense of asshole-acting intensified. Before he could halt his response, he remarked, “He looks like a prince.”
Wyland, apparently unfazed, responded, “Yes, sir. Push the call button beside the door if you wish to leave, sir.”
Isaac entered the room, listening as the door slide quietly closed. A sense of intimate isolation inundated him. He gazed upon his vampiric lover. Black, burgundy-laced hair flowing around his bare shoulder and dark, warm-looking skin caused Isaac’s hands to flex. The pale sheet accentuated Seth’s dark beauty.
Seth?
Yes?
You gave orders I could enter here alone.
Of course. My bed becomes yours.
What if I came in here to separate your head from your body? Isaac gazed down at his lover’s tempting form.
If you truly wish my death, mate, I welcome it.
Isaac shed his clothes and eased into the bed. I can’t have this kind of discussion until we’re face-to-face. He braced himself upon his right forearm as he gazed down at Seth. Tenderness washed through him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Seth’s. Knowing his vampire would not physically respond, he still enjoyed the contact. When you wake, we talk this through as men and equals.
I smell you. Your blood calls to me.
When you wake, I’ll feed you.
Isaac woke to Seth’s hand upon his very responsive skin. Before he could even open his eyes, he murmured, “Man, that feels so good.”
“Still angry?”
Sighing, Isaac replied as he reached to touch his vampire. “Yes. At both of us. We could have handled this with more honesty and maturity.”
“May I take?”
Isaac stirred himself to turn onto his belly. The slide of skin on skin tantalized. “Please. First my blood. Then, me.”
Isaac enjoyed a three course meal served on the balcony as his lover watched him eat. He sipped merlot, watched Seth. “It turns you on to watch me eat.”
Seth leaned back in his chair. “I love to watch your lips and tongue.”
As he savored the last spoonful of the sugar-crusted custard dessert. Isaac smiled. His writer’s whimsy made him think he must look like the cat who got the crème brulee. “Good.”
They swam together and then showered amid long kisses. Seth shaved Isaac and it proved an incredibly erotic and tender experience. Just as they prepared for the rising sun and Seth’s descent into his rest, a courier arrived with a cardboard envelope addressed to Isaac. Wyland delivered it to them as they sat on the bed’s edge. He inclined his head and departed.
“I told you, man. Marilynn could find me if I went to the moon.” He tore back the perforated tab.
Seth leaned over to kiss his temple. “I have much pride in your success.” Then, he stiffened.
“What?”
Seth took the envelope from Isaac’s grasp. Passing it under his nose, he gazed into Isaac’s eyes. “I smell Aurora.”
Isaac snatched back the missive. Withdrawing the included letter.
Mr. Felix,
You are a reasonable man as well as a Receiver. We have your parents. So long as you surrender yourself to us, they shall remain in good health.
Contact details will arrive via an email address.
Don’t attempt outside help.
Isaac knew a natural aptitude for fighting wouldn’t match trained security men. All the same, he also knew they’d have orders not to injure him.
Like a lightening bolt, it struck.
He knew his lover would never allow him harmed. Isaac struggled with his ability to understand Seth’s previous actions.
“Wyland,” he said quietly, “Escort me to where your employer rests.”
“Yes, sir.”
The ride up in the elevator gave him time to think. His adult life as pretty much a loner ill-prepared him for a relationship. He sucked at it. And, despite Seth’s alpha-asshole syndrome, the fault did not fall to either of them exclusively. Rather, to both.
Isaac assumed his share. It didn’t feel great to know you’d acted like an idiot. All the same, he didn’t want to behave like the kind of jerk who couldn’t man up and apologize.
Wyland stepped back as the elevator halted and opened on the top floor. “If sir will step out and follow me?”
He emerged. As did the towering majordomo. Wyland led him to a vault-like door. The big man tapped upon a keypad, a distinct snick sounded. Wyland leaned down and a strange beam met with his left eye.
A computerized female voice spoke. “Mister David Wyland. Identity confirmed. Welcome.”
He straightened. The heavy metal door slid open to reveal a richly-appointed bedroom with the same general theme as the rest of the penthouse. A single, deep gold fabric-shaded lamp lent illumination. Seth, with only a cream-hued sheet covering his slim hips, lay stretched out upon his back.
Isaac almost drooled. “I bet he made sure I’d have protective company as insurance against any bodily harm.”
“No, sir. I have strict orders to allow you unaccompanied access to him even as he rested.”
Isaac’s sense of asshole-acting intensified. Before he could halt his response, he remarked, “He looks like a prince.”
Wyland, apparently unfazed, responded, “Yes, sir. Push the call button beside the door if you wish to leave, sir.”
Isaac entered the room, listening as the door slide quietly closed. A sense of intimate isolation inundated him. He gazed upon his vampiric lover. Black, burgundy-laced hair flowing around his bare shoulder and dark, warm-looking skin caused Isaac’s hands to flex. The pale sheet accentuated Seth’s dark beauty.
Seth?
Yes?
You gave orders I could enter here alone.
Of course. My bed becomes yours.
What if I came in here to separate your head from your body? Isaac gazed down at his lover’s tempting form.
If you truly wish my death, mate, I welcome it.
Isaac shed his clothes and eased into the bed. I can’t have this kind of discussion until we’re face-to-face. He braced himself upon his right forearm as he gazed down at Seth. Tenderness washed through him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Seth’s. Knowing his vampire would not physically respond, he still enjoyed the contact. When you wake, we talk this through as men and equals.
I smell you. Your blood calls to me.
When you wake, I’ll feed you.
Isaac woke to Seth’s hand upon his very responsive skin. Before he could even open his eyes, he murmured, “Man, that feels so good.”
“Still angry?”
Sighing, Isaac replied as he reached to touch his vampire. “Yes. At both of us. We could have handled this with more honesty and maturity.”
“May I take?”
Isaac stirred himself to turn onto his belly. The slide of skin on skin tantalized. “Please. First my blood. Then, me.”
Isaac enjoyed a three course meal served on the balcony as his lover watched him eat. He sipped merlot, watched Seth. “It turns you on to watch me eat.”
Seth leaned back in his chair. “I love to watch your lips and tongue.”
As he savored the last spoonful of the sugar-crusted custard dessert. Isaac smiled. His writer’s whimsy made him think he must look like the cat who got the crème brulee. “Good.”
They swam together and then showered amid long kisses. Seth shaved Isaac and it proved an incredibly erotic and tender experience. Just as they prepared for the rising sun and Seth’s descent into his rest, a courier arrived with a cardboard envelope addressed to Isaac. Wyland delivered it to them as they sat on the bed’s edge. He inclined his head and departed.
“I told you, man. Marilynn could find me if I went to the moon.” He tore back the perforated tab.
Seth leaned over to kiss his temple. “I have much pride in your success.” Then, he stiffened.
“What?”
Seth took the envelope from Isaac’s grasp. Passing it under his nose, he gazed into Isaac’s eyes. “I smell Aurora.”
Isaac snatched back the missive. Withdrawing the included letter.
Mr. Felix,
You are a reasonable man as well as a Receiver. We have your parents. So long as you surrender yourself to us, they shall remain in good health.
Contact details will arrive via an email address.
Don’t attempt outside help.