Clove : Book 4 of Lord Emperor Vampire Series
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Family
Dear Loyal and True: Thanks for sticking with me. I do believe I am now heading in the right direction. I had forgotten my own rule regarding time. Take the time to do it right…which I didn’t and now I’ve straightened up my mess. There are too many to thank individually as I start the re-write and rearrange so I will just say THANK YOU!. The former chapter 3 will be coming back with all the Armor/Xavier goodness – just moving it on down the line. The same goes to the Claudius diary entry, that will be moved as well.
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Chapter 141: Family
I fucked Coven over yet again. I sat up in my bed and hung my head as the boy curled into a defensive ball in his sleep. His unnatural sleep. He was so distressed; I had to calm him down. The scent of sex filled my…no, our small room. I shifted and looked at his naked shoulder and arm. Bruises were already forming. Perfect handprints. My hand prints.
I wanted to gather him up to my chest and let him cling, if that was what he wanted to do, but even that little bit of comfort was taken from us. The security camera was blinking. We were under the ever present watchful eye of the great and powerful Orel Wessel. If I showed how much Kevin had become to me…it would be horrible for both of us. They had done that with Darius. They had played us one against the other. It was like baiting the friendly family dogs into tearing each other’s throats out. A rottie vs a beagle. It didn’t take much to know the outcome. Now it was a rottie and a Pekinese. If they knew how much I cherished my lost coven fledgling, they would make me slaughter him just like Darius, eventually.
I couldn’t touch him in tenderness, but, I could if it looked like dominance. I shook him awake. Tears streamed down his face even in sleep. He blinked at me in lightly masked horror. “Please no…don’t…”
“On your belly, spread your legs.”
“No….I’m sore. I can’t…”
I hated to do this but we were being watched. I grabbed his throat and pushed him back to the bed. “You are my toy. You exist for this. Now, turn over.”
Kevin couldn’t play poker. Every emotion, every thought was right there on his face to see. I was such a bully. “I’ll….suck you off instead…I really hurt…”
“What part of, you are my toy, didn’t you understand?”
“Skell…please…”
I manhandled the smaller youth on to his stomach. His whole body tensed. If I had intended to have sex, this would have made it totally unbearable for him. I gently laid my body on him. He dug his hands into the covers and parted his legs.
/Ssshhhh, Kevin. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I lost control of my flame. Say nothing. Try and speak to me with your mind. It’s called Silent Speak./ I was met with silence, /That’s okay, just keep trying./
I brought my hand up and stroked the back of his neck. My body was re-acting to the warmth and nearness of his body but my nostrils had picked up the scent of blood. His blood. I hurt him once again. What was that song, you only hurt the ones you love….love? No, you don’t rape the ones you love. I was responsible for Kevin. He was like my little fledgling. He knew next to nothing. It was my job to become his Maker…his Father. If I didn’t do it, no one would and he would be at the complete mercy of Orel Wessel. Mercy is fleeting when it comes to them. I brought my other hand down long his side and touched his flanks.
“Stop….”
I wish I didn’t need him like this. I wish I never hurt him. A tingle started in the palm of my right hand; it turned into a nagging itch. I stroked it against his hip using the friction to scratch at it. I pulled at the sheet to hide us from the camera. I had no intention of taking Kevin against his will now that the lust of a full flame was gone. I heard someone’s voice whisper back in my head, “Control your flame, you will control the world.”
I didn’t want the world. I wanted to be left in peace. It could be here with Orel Wessel or it could be out there. I owed the organization. If they had not taken me in, I would have died out there on the streets. Cast-offs don’t last long on their own. Regular red vampire unwanteds might make their way to the loose house of Coven – a place where like found like. I wasn’t regular. I continued to rub my itchy palm on Kevin’s body.
My flame was blue. Vampires were red. I could ferret through other peoples’ minds for information. Vampires could sift lightly through thoughts. Wessel called it a ‘mental binding’. What I could do; I called it devastation. I had wings. Not just one set, but two -- pale pastel wings almost iridescent and ethereal and wings of blue fire. Those came out of their own accord every five days. They terrified me. I was an inhuman bonfire. I walked through that blue flame that flash pointed everything around me and came out unscathed. Worse yet, I came out with long hair. Those burns would lead to healing. Any wound, ache or bruise would be gone after the burn. My shoulder twitched. Except for the brand.
Kevin groaned as I shifted my body weight off him slightly. I could make myself lighter. I think this ability came with the wings. I wish I never hurt him.
My hand flared white hot. I tried to bite back a groan but it hurt. A lot. I screamed and suddenly I was engulfed in blue flame. Kevin was engulfed too. I felt the fire rushing through my body. I shoved Kevin away to the floor. I was burning. I was burning alive. I screamed as a fire seemed to rip through my blood. My wing scars tingled. The fire wings wanted out. No…I gritted my teeth as the blue flame burnt me. Kevin would die if I let them out.
The door to my cell ripped open. The lab rats rushed in. I got hit with a fire extinguisher. I lost my breath. I ended up on my hands and knees on the bed. Armor. That was Armor. He found me. I…had to get out of here…the submission collar hit me hard. I willed out my wings. I slammed a lab rat into the wall. The collar intensified. My muscles began to spasm.
“ARMOR!” My wings thrashed like a bird that had misjudged the speed and ended up bouncing off a windshield. The collar kicked up another notch. My body collapsed and I quivered.
“Skell!” I heard Kevin cry out and try and catch me as the concrete rushed up at my face as I slid off the bed. He missed.
I knew the meds had been changed even before I opened my eyes. Everything, even thinking was sluggish. Hmmm, I was warm. When something bad happened, I would wake up naked on the concrete floor where they threw me. Just me and my never ending hair in a lake of drool. I felt a hand wipe at my mouth. Hmmm?
“Come on, Skell…wake up. They said you should have woken up an hour ago. Please…” A nice voice was whispering in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw a lovely pulsing throat right at fang level. I was hungry. I groaned as I moved my head. My brain was wrapped in cotton, tucked in a brown paper bag and hidden by London worthy fog. I dropped fang and moved closer to the warm flesh. I inhaled. Frosted Corn flakies. Sweet. “That’s it, wake up…fuck!”
I bit him. He stiffened as I let his sweet essence pool in my mouth. I let my tongue stir against the fang marks. “Get off me, Skell. You drank from me already…”
I swallowed his essence. Sweet. I liked sweet. Kind of tasted like candy. Sex and candy. That would be good right now. I opened my eyes and concentrated on focusing them up at the face of the sweet neck. He was cute. Kind of young. Completely do-able.
“You taste good.”
“You’ve said that before. It would be nice to be asked before you rip into my neck.”
I was laying on him. More like propped up against him. He wouldn’t do that again. I licked my lips. My thinking was mushy. “What? What did I do this time?”
“You caught on fire and yelled Armor. They everything went into hyperdrive. Are you all right?”
“No.” I inhaled deeply. “Candyman.”
I wound up flat on my ass on the ground as he scrambled away from me. “You are not fucking me any time soon.” He skittered across the room keeping his back to the wall. I frowned as I looked at him. What was his name? I couldn’t think. They had taken more of me away again.
“I don’t remember you.” My voice was low and almost under my breath.
“You are kidding me.”
“You called me Skell?” I sat up and hugged my knees.
“You said that’s your name. I’m Kevin. You didn’t call me that though. Andrews said that you would be ‘off’, his exact words, for about twenty four hours.”
Off. What the hell did that mean? I just laid back on the concrete and closed my eyes. I was horny. Oh yeah, I remembered something. I was the campus slut. Or the House slut, I guess. I was just a willing hole to everyone until the First in the House of Assassins’s claimed me. Then I was only fucked by him and the head of the house. I had known the names but right now it was lost in the fog.
“Should you be laying down again? You just woke up.”
“Kevin, will you cherish me?”
“Cherish? What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Love me.”
His face was total dismay. “No.”
“Did Andrews tell you what happened before?”
“All he told me was to have fun. Whatever the fuck that means.”
“Whatever they give me opens up my feral side, my carnal side. If it is not…satisfied.” My voice broke, “I’ve killed my partners before. I’m in a blood frenzy if I go too long. I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want to die. I don’t want you sticking your cock up my ass either.” Kevin shouted back at me.
“No, I want your cock in me.” That stopped his tirade cold. “I’m the house slut when I’m like this. Anyone, anywhere. I’d rather have you do me than the guards.”
“Skell, what did they do to you?”
“You can tie me up if you need to.” I whispered. “Just ask the guards, they’ll give you my shackles…please Kevin. This is necessary. I don’t want to kill fledglings anymore.” I opened my hand on my chest. “It hurts so much here when I come to my senses and watch them haul away someone I thought of as a friend. A friend that I killed.”
/I don’t know what to do./
I heard his voice loud and clearly in my head. /I can hear the guards. They are taking bets out in the hall. They don’t expect you to last the night./
“I’m not gay.” Kevin returned slumping against the wall.
“Close your eyes and pretend.”
“I can’t pretend that much, Skell. God…what the hell are you doing to me? Gina, my maker, called me another name the first and only time we made love. She called me Ramone. I took the Covenant because I loved her and she made me because I looked like someone she loved centuries ago, then she abandoned me. I was nineteen years old and I was a virgin. My first lover did me once and left without another word…then I get given to you.”
I took him without consent. I didn’t need my memories clear to figure that out. He hugged himself and couldn’t bring himself to look at me. I raped him. I can only assume a number of times. “Fuck me, then punish me for what I did to you. I won’t resist. I deserve it.”
/Shut up you whore!/
I blinked. I looked over at him. He was crying. I didn’t even attempt to stand up. Just crawling towards him had me woozy and dizzy. This batch was a doozy. I touched his hand. He jerked it away and brought his eyes up to mine. “My role here has been explained to me in graphic detail by Andrews and the doctors. You called me a fuck toy before all this happened. I’m here to get fucked by you. I’m here to be your choke chain. You don’t need my consent to have sex. You can take it but I’m going to ask you…no, I’m telling you, you ask me. If you want to bite my neck, you ask me first. If you want to fuck me, ask me. Let me be a participant if I wish. If you want me to fuck you, ask.”
/I am sorry I hurt you./
“Sorry means nothing to me. You can’t recall even doing it. Can you?”
I leaned back on my heels and rested my hands on my thighs. “It could come back.”
“If the lab rats want your memories gone, they are gone Skell. If they didn’t get it right the first time, they would just keep you in that white room until they did.” /What is Armor?/
I just shook my head. Armor. Armor was protection. Armor…wasn’t my protection. Why did I know that? I didn’t have Armor. I didn’t need Armor. The feeling was more of a person than a thing. What the hell kind of name was Armor? I could feel the heat stirring in my viens. I had a full blown flame stirring within me.
“Kevin. Please cherish me. If you are unable to do that, fuck me. I beg you for both our sakes.”
“You’re a piece of work, you know that.”
“That’s the thing, Kevin. I don’t know what the hell I am. I just don’t want your death on my hands. There’s too much blood on them already.”
Silence was the dominant sound in the room. I knelt in front of him and hung my head. Taking care of business myself didn’t cure this. I don’t know why this happened when Orel Wessel decided to punish me. It just knew it was coming and it was going to be hard.
Finally, a quiet voice broke the nothingness. “I’ll cherish you, Skell. You’re going to have to direct. I don’t want any of this to look or feel like rape.”
“Get my shackles. Let’s make this as safe as possible.”
Kevin didn’t even have to move. The door to our room slid back revealing Andrews and a handful of chains and metal cuffs. “Make it good. We’ll be recording it. If you do it right, Coven, you just might make it out alive. I’ve got a c-note on you to make it till morning. Even if you can’t satisfy him, you take it so well.”
Kevin’s face turned crimson with embarrassment.
“Still the ass, Andrews.” My collar tingled.
“Up yours Eddie…hey, that’s really going to happen. Scream real loud. The microphones aren’t that good.” Andrews threw the chains in and the door slid back.
“Fucking ass.” I muttered under my breath. “Are you okay?”
“I’m willingly going to have sex with a man…no I’m not fucking all right. I’m freaked out of my head.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this then…I’m holding back my flame now. I don’t know how much more I can take. Chain me down, Kevin.” He had to help me to my feet and over to the double bed. I lay spread eagled on the mattress. Kevin cuffed my wrists and ran the chains through the posts. There was a lock but no key. Typical.
There I was naked as a jay bird my wrists and ankles spread out corner to corner. You would think I that would be shamed to be like that --to be seen like that by my captors and my fellow captive; but that was part and parcel of the feral gig. As my cock stirred to life; my fogginess dissipated. I felt the flame start seeping around my control, turning my eyes blue. Kevin just stood at the side of the bed and looked down at me. /Kevin?/
/You raped me again. You took me without my consent and you made no attempt to make me enjoy it. You are a selfish lover, Skell. Teach me right. Maybe you’ll remember something too./
“Kiss me.” I whispered to him.
He stood for a moment staring down at me, but his eyes were vacant. He was remembering something, something not so pleasant. Probably something I had done.
“My name is Kevin. Don’t call me anything else, even if you remember what you had been calling me.” He reached for the hem of his tee and yanked it over his head. He was going to be eternally youthful. The beauty and the desire for his physical form was going to be his to master and to use…if Wessel doesn’t kill us first. He sat on the edge of the bed and laid a warm hand on my chest. We were as a brown paper back and a carton of milk. I had no pigment in me what so ever. Lied again. My nipples were pink. My cock leapt to full standing attention and pulsed red.
He looked at my restless body. “I just touched you.”
“I’m a slut.”
/Shut up. Don’t call yourself that. They made you like this. You don’t have to accept it./ He leaned over and brushed my white hair off my face, laying on the covers. “You are so damned beautiful.” He lowered his lips to mine. I tried to bank my flame. The sweet kisses he gave were just….just…I moaned into his mouth. He angled his head and opened his mouth for a French kiss. I ran my tongue lightly along his. He pulled back slightly startled. Slowly he began kissing again this time letting his tongue brush along mine, exploring my mouth like the great white hunter. His hand brushed my nipple.
It was like electricity ripped through every inch of my body. I wrenched my mouth away. “No…nipples too sensitive.”
Kevin sat back and pinched my left nipple and watched me react. He could have been one of the white coated lab rats. He turned the dial. Nnnnuuuhhh. He turned his attention to the other one. He found my reaction a little less impressive. He latched onto my pink nub and kissed it, sucked on it.
Huuun. He ran his hands along my sides. I pulled on my arms but the chains prevented any thing other than trying to twist away. Which I couldn’t do because he was laying on me. His tongue flickered over the tip.
“Kev…in….stop….stop..” I ejaculated without him touching my cock. He jerked up as my cum splashed on his back and his side.
/I just found your Achilles heel, Skell./
To make things worse, or better he reached down between my outstretched legs and began to roll my balls in his hand. I tossed my head back on the mattress and groaned. My pelvis jerked up into his hand. My cock was still hard even though I had just cum. I didn’t need to fake anything. My throat was raw with my cries and groans. By the time, Kevin was knocking at the back door, I had cum twice.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Skell.”
I just shuddered has he worked two fingers into my portal stretching me for him. /Curl your fingers…/ Oh god…. I ejaculated again. I quivered and pulled against my restraints. They just made me feel helpless. I felt the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine. I couldn’t have resisted him if I wanted to…and I didn’t want to. I tossed my head back as he breeched me.
“Yes….” He transferred his hold to my hips and pushed forward until he was sheathed fully. I groaned. He plucked at my left nipple again. I saw stars and my portal tightened around him. He shifted his weight and began to thrust into me. His face was flushed and his ears were an adorable crimson. He looked up into my eyes as his hips began to beat a steady huh, huh, huh out of me. His eyes were a pale red. Almost a pink. It was almost disappointing. I wanted to see a crimson flame, a scarlet flame…a blue flame. He hit my prostate. I arched up toward him. Again. I saw the light. I couldn’t take any more. It was too intense. My feathers came out unbidden. One moment I was flat on my back, the next I was reclining on down. My arms were stretched to their fullest but I was almost head level with Kevin. His rhythm fell apart when my feathers came out but he quickly recovered. Sweat beaded his brow. I tossed my head, sending hair everywhere. He glanced up at me again. I turned my face and offered my neck.
“Bite me.”
He buried himself deep and his hand touched my chin. He urged me towards him and we kissed. Locked together head and tail, tongue and cock. He had his tongue deep in my mouth when he thrust again. I wasn’t ready for it. I screamed into his mouth. The bed shook. My chains rattled. I clenched my teeth when he released my mouth to kiss his way to my neck. The kid knew how to fang. It ramped up my pleasure which in turn got some nice squeezes for his busy shaft. His face began to contort as his release rushed at him. His head reared off my neck as hot streams decorated my inner sanctum.
He collapsed on me. The combined weight flattened out my wings. I brought them up and around us, providing us some shelter from the ever watchful eye of the security cameras. My flame was still in my eyes. Four times and I was still horny. Fucking slut. I’m the House whore. I began crying. I didn’t want to be that. I was more than this. I had to be, I just had to be.
Kevin slipped out of me and somehow maneuvered inside my wings until I was wrapped in a warm embrace. The scent of cinnamon and corn flakies hung around us, mixed with the salt of my tears. “Shhhh, Skell, you did nothing wrong. Don’t give them the satisfaction of your tears.”
I turned my head and sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked my hair and just held me until the shaking stopped. “I like you like this, Skell. You’ve never lied to me, but you’ve never been friendly either. I see now you were trying to protect me. If it looked like you didn’t care about me, Wessel would leave me alone. In theory, it’s a good plan. They don’t fucking care. They can kill me and just go out on the streets and find another know nothing fledgling. That just leaves me miserable, lonely and dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
I felt a light kiss to the forehead. “You are one randy bugger. I would have popped a heart valve if I had to cum that many times in a row.”
I gave a watery snort. “It’s not all me. It’s those damned drugs.” I blinked a couple of times and my flame responded to me. The blue drained out of my eyes. I tried to shift but both of us were laying on my feathers. “You did good, Kevin.”
“I’ll make you a deal. You stay out of my ass, and I’ll cherish you any time you want.”
“I’m not all bad. I haven’t taken your needs into consideration.”
“That’s because you leave it until you can’t control it. You scare me, Skell. I’d be lying if I said anything different. You can be brutal when you are lost in flame and to tell you the truth, I would rather shoot you than have you pinning me to the bed and fucking me. Notice, I said fucking…”
“You can take me any time you want, Kevin. I’ve been a selfish son-of-a-bitch. I need to get what I deserve.”
Kevin turned and pressed his hot body against me. His arm was akimbo on my chest, his finger tips resting just off my aureole. He buried his face in my hair and pressed his lips up against my ear. “What we deserve is to get the hell out of here. A werewolf told me to be ready. They will be coming for us.”
“They?”
“Your family.”
“I have no family.”
Kevin brushed my hair back off my face and cupped his hand to my cheek. “I didn’t know who you were until I saw the wings. I don’t know how long you’ve been here with Orel Wessel, but even I remember the poster-- the white angel and the black cat. When you disappeared, there was a massive search. You have a big family.”
I thought my heart stopped beating. “What was my name?”
“Xavier. Xavier Von Drachenfeld.”
Xavier. That brown haired Adonis called me that in the bar. Was that the elusive Armor? Kevin kissed me back to the present.
/Orel Wessel is not our friend, Skell. They have drugged you and chained you for god knows how long. Even now, look at what they have made us do. They have made you kill in their name. When the time comes, kill in your own name./ Kevin tucked my head on his shoulder and he held me until I started to feel boneless.
Xavier. Xavier. X. That name was like Edward, it didn’t fit. I didn’t fit. Family. That world sounded unfamiliar. I had family. I had a family and Orel Wessel kept me from it. They stole my family from me. Nobody steals from me. Nobody. I could feel my fangs descended with the righteousness of my anger. I was glad my wings were still out and hiding us. I didn’t need Orel Wessel to see me burning off the poison they had pumped back into my veins. I concentrated on the cleansing power at my heart. It took a while but the clean blood now flowed through me. My mind was a little mushy but nothing like earlier. Kevin began snoring. I was done with the blue fire. I relaxed and the wings glittered away. He turned his body toward me to get to the warmth. Kevin once was a lost fledgling. He was now my family.
Nobody fucks with my family.
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Oh, voting is now available regarding the challenge posting I mentioned back in Caramel. One Night at the Golden Pheasant is chapter 79 with a few tweaks to make it suitable for the romance challenge. Any voting help would be greatly appreciated.
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Chapter 141: Family
I fucked Coven over yet again. I sat up in my bed and hung my head as the boy curled into a defensive ball in his sleep. His unnatural sleep. He was so distressed; I had to calm him down. The scent of sex filled my…no, our small room. I shifted and looked at his naked shoulder and arm. Bruises were already forming. Perfect handprints. My hand prints.
I wanted to gather him up to my chest and let him cling, if that was what he wanted to do, but even that little bit of comfort was taken from us. The security camera was blinking. We were under the ever present watchful eye of the great and powerful Orel Wessel. If I showed how much Kevin had become to me…it would be horrible for both of us. They had done that with Darius. They had played us one against the other. It was like baiting the friendly family dogs into tearing each other’s throats out. A rottie vs a beagle. It didn’t take much to know the outcome. Now it was a rottie and a Pekinese. If they knew how much I cherished my lost coven fledgling, they would make me slaughter him just like Darius, eventually.
I couldn’t touch him in tenderness, but, I could if it looked like dominance. I shook him awake. Tears streamed down his face even in sleep. He blinked at me in lightly masked horror. “Please no…don’t…”
“On your belly, spread your legs.”
“No….I’m sore. I can’t…”
I hated to do this but we were being watched. I grabbed his throat and pushed him back to the bed. “You are my toy. You exist for this. Now, turn over.”
Kevin couldn’t play poker. Every emotion, every thought was right there on his face to see. I was such a bully. “I’ll….suck you off instead…I really hurt…”
“What part of, you are my toy, didn’t you understand?”
“Skell…please…”
I manhandled the smaller youth on to his stomach. His whole body tensed. If I had intended to have sex, this would have made it totally unbearable for him. I gently laid my body on him. He dug his hands into the covers and parted his legs.
/Ssshhhh, Kevin. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I lost control of my flame. Say nothing. Try and speak to me with your mind. It’s called Silent Speak./ I was met with silence, /That’s okay, just keep trying./
I brought my hand up and stroked the back of his neck. My body was re-acting to the warmth and nearness of his body but my nostrils had picked up the scent of blood. His blood. I hurt him once again. What was that song, you only hurt the ones you love….love? No, you don’t rape the ones you love. I was responsible for Kevin. He was like my little fledgling. He knew next to nothing. It was my job to become his Maker…his Father. If I didn’t do it, no one would and he would be at the complete mercy of Orel Wessel. Mercy is fleeting when it comes to them. I brought my other hand down long his side and touched his flanks.
“Stop….”
I wish I didn’t need him like this. I wish I never hurt him. A tingle started in the palm of my right hand; it turned into a nagging itch. I stroked it against his hip using the friction to scratch at it. I pulled at the sheet to hide us from the camera. I had no intention of taking Kevin against his will now that the lust of a full flame was gone. I heard someone’s voice whisper back in my head, “Control your flame, you will control the world.”
I didn’t want the world. I wanted to be left in peace. It could be here with Orel Wessel or it could be out there. I owed the organization. If they had not taken me in, I would have died out there on the streets. Cast-offs don’t last long on their own. Regular red vampire unwanteds might make their way to the loose house of Coven – a place where like found like. I wasn’t regular. I continued to rub my itchy palm on Kevin’s body.
My flame was blue. Vampires were red. I could ferret through other peoples’ minds for information. Vampires could sift lightly through thoughts. Wessel called it a ‘mental binding’. What I could do; I called it devastation. I had wings. Not just one set, but two -- pale pastel wings almost iridescent and ethereal and wings of blue fire. Those came out of their own accord every five days. They terrified me. I was an inhuman bonfire. I walked through that blue flame that flash pointed everything around me and came out unscathed. Worse yet, I came out with long hair. Those burns would lead to healing. Any wound, ache or bruise would be gone after the burn. My shoulder twitched. Except for the brand.
Kevin groaned as I shifted my body weight off him slightly. I could make myself lighter. I think this ability came with the wings. I wish I never hurt him.
My hand flared white hot. I tried to bite back a groan but it hurt. A lot. I screamed and suddenly I was engulfed in blue flame. Kevin was engulfed too. I felt the fire rushing through my body. I shoved Kevin away to the floor. I was burning. I was burning alive. I screamed as a fire seemed to rip through my blood. My wing scars tingled. The fire wings wanted out. No…I gritted my teeth as the blue flame burnt me. Kevin would die if I let them out.
The door to my cell ripped open. The lab rats rushed in. I got hit with a fire extinguisher. I lost my breath. I ended up on my hands and knees on the bed. Armor. That was Armor. He found me. I…had to get out of here…the submission collar hit me hard. I willed out my wings. I slammed a lab rat into the wall. The collar intensified. My muscles began to spasm.
“ARMOR!” My wings thrashed like a bird that had misjudged the speed and ended up bouncing off a windshield. The collar kicked up another notch. My body collapsed and I quivered.
“Skell!” I heard Kevin cry out and try and catch me as the concrete rushed up at my face as I slid off the bed. He missed.
I knew the meds had been changed even before I opened my eyes. Everything, even thinking was sluggish. Hmmm, I was warm. When something bad happened, I would wake up naked on the concrete floor where they threw me. Just me and my never ending hair in a lake of drool. I felt a hand wipe at my mouth. Hmmm?
“Come on, Skell…wake up. They said you should have woken up an hour ago. Please…” A nice voice was whispering in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw a lovely pulsing throat right at fang level. I was hungry. I groaned as I moved my head. My brain was wrapped in cotton, tucked in a brown paper bag and hidden by London worthy fog. I dropped fang and moved closer to the warm flesh. I inhaled. Frosted Corn flakies. Sweet. “That’s it, wake up…fuck!”
I bit him. He stiffened as I let his sweet essence pool in my mouth. I let my tongue stir against the fang marks. “Get off me, Skell. You drank from me already…”
I swallowed his essence. Sweet. I liked sweet. Kind of tasted like candy. Sex and candy. That would be good right now. I opened my eyes and concentrated on focusing them up at the face of the sweet neck. He was cute. Kind of young. Completely do-able.
“You taste good.”
“You’ve said that before. It would be nice to be asked before you rip into my neck.”
I was laying on him. More like propped up against him. He wouldn’t do that again. I licked my lips. My thinking was mushy. “What? What did I do this time?”
“You caught on fire and yelled Armor. They everything went into hyperdrive. Are you all right?”
“No.” I inhaled deeply. “Candyman.”
I wound up flat on my ass on the ground as he scrambled away from me. “You are not fucking me any time soon.” He skittered across the room keeping his back to the wall. I frowned as I looked at him. What was his name? I couldn’t think. They had taken more of me away again.
“I don’t remember you.” My voice was low and almost under my breath.
“You are kidding me.”
“You called me Skell?” I sat up and hugged my knees.
“You said that’s your name. I’m Kevin. You didn’t call me that though. Andrews said that you would be ‘off’, his exact words, for about twenty four hours.”
Off. What the hell did that mean? I just laid back on the concrete and closed my eyes. I was horny. Oh yeah, I remembered something. I was the campus slut. Or the House slut, I guess. I was just a willing hole to everyone until the First in the House of Assassins’s claimed me. Then I was only fucked by him and the head of the house. I had known the names but right now it was lost in the fog.
“Should you be laying down again? You just woke up.”
“Kevin, will you cherish me?”
“Cherish? What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Love me.”
His face was total dismay. “No.”
“Did Andrews tell you what happened before?”
“All he told me was to have fun. Whatever the fuck that means.”
“Whatever they give me opens up my feral side, my carnal side. If it is not…satisfied.” My voice broke, “I’ve killed my partners before. I’m in a blood frenzy if I go too long. I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want to die. I don’t want you sticking your cock up my ass either.” Kevin shouted back at me.
“No, I want your cock in me.” That stopped his tirade cold. “I’m the house slut when I’m like this. Anyone, anywhere. I’d rather have you do me than the guards.”
“Skell, what did they do to you?”
“You can tie me up if you need to.” I whispered. “Just ask the guards, they’ll give you my shackles…please Kevin. This is necessary. I don’t want to kill fledglings anymore.” I opened my hand on my chest. “It hurts so much here when I come to my senses and watch them haul away someone I thought of as a friend. A friend that I killed.”
/I don’t know what to do./
I heard his voice loud and clearly in my head. /I can hear the guards. They are taking bets out in the hall. They don’t expect you to last the night./
“I’m not gay.” Kevin returned slumping against the wall.
“Close your eyes and pretend.”
“I can’t pretend that much, Skell. God…what the hell are you doing to me? Gina, my maker, called me another name the first and only time we made love. She called me Ramone. I took the Covenant because I loved her and she made me because I looked like someone she loved centuries ago, then she abandoned me. I was nineteen years old and I was a virgin. My first lover did me once and left without another word…then I get given to you.”
I took him without consent. I didn’t need my memories clear to figure that out. He hugged himself and couldn’t bring himself to look at me. I raped him. I can only assume a number of times. “Fuck me, then punish me for what I did to you. I won’t resist. I deserve it.”
/Shut up you whore!/
I blinked. I looked over at him. He was crying. I didn’t even attempt to stand up. Just crawling towards him had me woozy and dizzy. This batch was a doozy. I touched his hand. He jerked it away and brought his eyes up to mine. “My role here has been explained to me in graphic detail by Andrews and the doctors. You called me a fuck toy before all this happened. I’m here to get fucked by you. I’m here to be your choke chain. You don’t need my consent to have sex. You can take it but I’m going to ask you…no, I’m telling you, you ask me. If you want to bite my neck, you ask me first. If you want to fuck me, ask me. Let me be a participant if I wish. If you want me to fuck you, ask.”
/I am sorry I hurt you./
“Sorry means nothing to me. You can’t recall even doing it. Can you?”
I leaned back on my heels and rested my hands on my thighs. “It could come back.”
“If the lab rats want your memories gone, they are gone Skell. If they didn’t get it right the first time, they would just keep you in that white room until they did.” /What is Armor?/
I just shook my head. Armor. Armor was protection. Armor…wasn’t my protection. Why did I know that? I didn’t have Armor. I didn’t need Armor. The feeling was more of a person than a thing. What the hell kind of name was Armor? I could feel the heat stirring in my viens. I had a full blown flame stirring within me.
“Kevin. Please cherish me. If you are unable to do that, fuck me. I beg you for both our sakes.”
“You’re a piece of work, you know that.”
“That’s the thing, Kevin. I don’t know what the hell I am. I just don’t want your death on my hands. There’s too much blood on them already.”
Silence was the dominant sound in the room. I knelt in front of him and hung my head. Taking care of business myself didn’t cure this. I don’t know why this happened when Orel Wessel decided to punish me. It just knew it was coming and it was going to be hard.
Finally, a quiet voice broke the nothingness. “I’ll cherish you, Skell. You’re going to have to direct. I don’t want any of this to look or feel like rape.”
“Get my shackles. Let’s make this as safe as possible.”
Kevin didn’t even have to move. The door to our room slid back revealing Andrews and a handful of chains and metal cuffs. “Make it good. We’ll be recording it. If you do it right, Coven, you just might make it out alive. I’ve got a c-note on you to make it till morning. Even if you can’t satisfy him, you take it so well.”
Kevin’s face turned crimson with embarrassment.
“Still the ass, Andrews.” My collar tingled.
“Up yours Eddie…hey, that’s really going to happen. Scream real loud. The microphones aren’t that good.” Andrews threw the chains in and the door slid back.
“Fucking ass.” I muttered under my breath. “Are you okay?”
“I’m willingly going to have sex with a man…no I’m not fucking all right. I’m freaked out of my head.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this then…I’m holding back my flame now. I don’t know how much more I can take. Chain me down, Kevin.” He had to help me to my feet and over to the double bed. I lay spread eagled on the mattress. Kevin cuffed my wrists and ran the chains through the posts. There was a lock but no key. Typical.
There I was naked as a jay bird my wrists and ankles spread out corner to corner. You would think I that would be shamed to be like that --to be seen like that by my captors and my fellow captive; but that was part and parcel of the feral gig. As my cock stirred to life; my fogginess dissipated. I felt the flame start seeping around my control, turning my eyes blue. Kevin just stood at the side of the bed and looked down at me. /Kevin?/
/You raped me again. You took me without my consent and you made no attempt to make me enjoy it. You are a selfish lover, Skell. Teach me right. Maybe you’ll remember something too./
“Kiss me.” I whispered to him.
He stood for a moment staring down at me, but his eyes were vacant. He was remembering something, something not so pleasant. Probably something I had done.
“My name is Kevin. Don’t call me anything else, even if you remember what you had been calling me.” He reached for the hem of his tee and yanked it over his head. He was going to be eternally youthful. The beauty and the desire for his physical form was going to be his to master and to use…if Wessel doesn’t kill us first. He sat on the edge of the bed and laid a warm hand on my chest. We were as a brown paper back and a carton of milk. I had no pigment in me what so ever. Lied again. My nipples were pink. My cock leapt to full standing attention and pulsed red.
He looked at my restless body. “I just touched you.”
“I’m a slut.”
/Shut up. Don’t call yourself that. They made you like this. You don’t have to accept it./ He leaned over and brushed my white hair off my face, laying on the covers. “You are so damned beautiful.” He lowered his lips to mine. I tried to bank my flame. The sweet kisses he gave were just….just…I moaned into his mouth. He angled his head and opened his mouth for a French kiss. I ran my tongue lightly along his. He pulled back slightly startled. Slowly he began kissing again this time letting his tongue brush along mine, exploring my mouth like the great white hunter. His hand brushed my nipple.
It was like electricity ripped through every inch of my body. I wrenched my mouth away. “No…nipples too sensitive.”
Kevin sat back and pinched my left nipple and watched me react. He could have been one of the white coated lab rats. He turned the dial. Nnnnuuuhhh. He turned his attention to the other one. He found my reaction a little less impressive. He latched onto my pink nub and kissed it, sucked on it.
Huuun. He ran his hands along my sides. I pulled on my arms but the chains prevented any thing other than trying to twist away. Which I couldn’t do because he was laying on me. His tongue flickered over the tip.
“Kev…in….stop….stop..” I ejaculated without him touching my cock. He jerked up as my cum splashed on his back and his side.
/I just found your Achilles heel, Skell./
To make things worse, or better he reached down between my outstretched legs and began to roll my balls in his hand. I tossed my head back on the mattress and groaned. My pelvis jerked up into his hand. My cock was still hard even though I had just cum. I didn’t need to fake anything. My throat was raw with my cries and groans. By the time, Kevin was knocking at the back door, I had cum twice.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Skell.”
I just shuddered has he worked two fingers into my portal stretching me for him. /Curl your fingers…/ Oh god…. I ejaculated again. I quivered and pulled against my restraints. They just made me feel helpless. I felt the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine. I couldn’t have resisted him if I wanted to…and I didn’t want to. I tossed my head back as he breeched me.
“Yes….” He transferred his hold to my hips and pushed forward until he was sheathed fully. I groaned. He plucked at my left nipple again. I saw stars and my portal tightened around him. He shifted his weight and began to thrust into me. His face was flushed and his ears were an adorable crimson. He looked up into my eyes as his hips began to beat a steady huh, huh, huh out of me. His eyes were a pale red. Almost a pink. It was almost disappointing. I wanted to see a crimson flame, a scarlet flame…a blue flame. He hit my prostate. I arched up toward him. Again. I saw the light. I couldn’t take any more. It was too intense. My feathers came out unbidden. One moment I was flat on my back, the next I was reclining on down. My arms were stretched to their fullest but I was almost head level with Kevin. His rhythm fell apart when my feathers came out but he quickly recovered. Sweat beaded his brow. I tossed my head, sending hair everywhere. He glanced up at me again. I turned my face and offered my neck.
“Bite me.”
He buried himself deep and his hand touched my chin. He urged me towards him and we kissed. Locked together head and tail, tongue and cock. He had his tongue deep in my mouth when he thrust again. I wasn’t ready for it. I screamed into his mouth. The bed shook. My chains rattled. I clenched my teeth when he released my mouth to kiss his way to my neck. The kid knew how to fang. It ramped up my pleasure which in turn got some nice squeezes for his busy shaft. His face began to contort as his release rushed at him. His head reared off my neck as hot streams decorated my inner sanctum.
He collapsed on me. The combined weight flattened out my wings. I brought them up and around us, providing us some shelter from the ever watchful eye of the security cameras. My flame was still in my eyes. Four times and I was still horny. Fucking slut. I’m the House whore. I began crying. I didn’t want to be that. I was more than this. I had to be, I just had to be.
Kevin slipped out of me and somehow maneuvered inside my wings until I was wrapped in a warm embrace. The scent of cinnamon and corn flakies hung around us, mixed with the salt of my tears. “Shhhh, Skell, you did nothing wrong. Don’t give them the satisfaction of your tears.”
I turned my head and sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked my hair and just held me until the shaking stopped. “I like you like this, Skell. You’ve never lied to me, but you’ve never been friendly either. I see now you were trying to protect me. If it looked like you didn’t care about me, Wessel would leave me alone. In theory, it’s a good plan. They don’t fucking care. They can kill me and just go out on the streets and find another know nothing fledgling. That just leaves me miserable, lonely and dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
I felt a light kiss to the forehead. “You are one randy bugger. I would have popped a heart valve if I had to cum that many times in a row.”
I gave a watery snort. “It’s not all me. It’s those damned drugs.” I blinked a couple of times and my flame responded to me. The blue drained out of my eyes. I tried to shift but both of us were laying on my feathers. “You did good, Kevin.”
“I’ll make you a deal. You stay out of my ass, and I’ll cherish you any time you want.”
“I’m not all bad. I haven’t taken your needs into consideration.”
“That’s because you leave it until you can’t control it. You scare me, Skell. I’d be lying if I said anything different. You can be brutal when you are lost in flame and to tell you the truth, I would rather shoot you than have you pinning me to the bed and fucking me. Notice, I said fucking…”
“You can take me any time you want, Kevin. I’ve been a selfish son-of-a-bitch. I need to get what I deserve.”
Kevin turned and pressed his hot body against me. His arm was akimbo on my chest, his finger tips resting just off my aureole. He buried his face in my hair and pressed his lips up against my ear. “What we deserve is to get the hell out of here. A werewolf told me to be ready. They will be coming for us.”
“They?”
“Your family.”
“I have no family.”
Kevin brushed my hair back off my face and cupped his hand to my cheek. “I didn’t know who you were until I saw the wings. I don’t know how long you’ve been here with Orel Wessel, but even I remember the poster-- the white angel and the black cat. When you disappeared, there was a massive search. You have a big family.”
I thought my heart stopped beating. “What was my name?”
“Xavier. Xavier Von Drachenfeld.”
Xavier. That brown haired Adonis called me that in the bar. Was that the elusive Armor? Kevin kissed me back to the present.
/Orel Wessel is not our friend, Skell. They have drugged you and chained you for god knows how long. Even now, look at what they have made us do. They have made you kill in their name. When the time comes, kill in your own name./ Kevin tucked my head on his shoulder and he held me until I started to feel boneless.
Xavier. Xavier. X. That name was like Edward, it didn’t fit. I didn’t fit. Family. That world sounded unfamiliar. I had family. I had a family and Orel Wessel kept me from it. They stole my family from me. Nobody steals from me. Nobody. I could feel my fangs descended with the righteousness of my anger. I was glad my wings were still out and hiding us. I didn’t need Orel Wessel to see me burning off the poison they had pumped back into my veins. I concentrated on the cleansing power at my heart. It took a while but the clean blood now flowed through me. My mind was a little mushy but nothing like earlier. Kevin began snoring. I was done with the blue fire. I relaxed and the wings glittered away. He turned his body toward me to get to the warmth. Kevin once was a lost fledgling. He was now my family.
Nobody fucks with my family.
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