Fallen Blood Roses
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,259
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Burning Desire
Chapter 4
"How did you get here..." Michael interrupted the joyful atmosphere... "Um...I..I..." James stammered. "Goodness, just say it," Michael snapped mildly. James rolled his eyes, and slipped off his shoes. "I flew...and I don\'t\' want to hear a thing about how much you hate it, or your silly conspiracy theories. There is nothing wrong with flying, and it is not time travel," he stated matter of factly. James slowly rolled off his pants. Michael watched him, "Regardless of what you believe about my "theories", you know its dangerous James," Michael\'s voice rose in irritance. "Its dangerous, and you do it simply to spite me." Michael stretched, and lay face down on top of the soft covers. James sighed, exhaustion had quelled his need to always have a comeback, and nearly faint he crawled on top of the four poster bed. "Look at you...You have almost no energy, no more flying...is that understood?" Michael insisted.
James shook his head, staring at Michael. Their eyes met, both full of fire.... With one swoop, James placed a pillow over Michael\'s head, and locked his legs by placing his more powerful ones over them. Michael screamed furiously into the pillow... James simply laughed, pulled out his belt, and tied Michael\'s thin ankles together, grabbing his arms, he removed the pillow from Michael\'s head, and shoved it under him. Michael said nothing, his face pressed onto his favorite material. James reached for his shoe, his feet still weary from the trip, and rose it into the air. The sound of it striking Michael\'s as.s sounded through the room. Michael gritted his teeth, the servants would not hear him scream, nor beg for it to be ended. They would hear only a constant thump, and think nothing of it. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the blows came down faster and faster... Michael attempted to wiggle away, but to no avail... "James....wait...James." he panted....
James responded with smacking him again..and again..Michael lay nearly motionless, exhausted... James finally stopped, and whispered into Michael\'s awaiting ear, "I told you to go and hunt with me before I left for the trip...you did not, I was forced to leave, and then you scold me for how I brought you sustenance?" he roared. Michael felt himself harden, and said nothing. His as.s burned, and he moaned as he felt James reach back under him. Grabbing the pillow, James threw it near Michael\'s head. Softly, and slowly, he rubbed Michael\'s ass through the thin black pants he wore. Up, and down, through the rise and fall. Michael began to growl, he hated the feel of being dominated, feeling helpless, and at the discretion of someone who considered him an equal, when he was not. James was his to control, and do with what he wished he assured himself. "Yet, your the one being spanked, and told to behave," Michael reminded his insufferable pride. Slowly, James untied his legs. Michael was still for moments, before suddenly rising, the room was dark, but Michael lifted his hand, and felt it connect hard with James cheek. James\' searched his mind for a reaction.....
"Knock...knock.." a soft thud on the door jolted them frozen.... A figure opened it slowly. James let go of Michael, and together they stared at the interrupter.
"How did you get here..." Michael interrupted the joyful atmosphere... "Um...I..I..." James stammered. "Goodness, just say it," Michael snapped mildly. James rolled his eyes, and slipped off his shoes. "I flew...and I don\'t\' want to hear a thing about how much you hate it, or your silly conspiracy theories. There is nothing wrong with flying, and it is not time travel," he stated matter of factly. James slowly rolled off his pants. Michael watched him, "Regardless of what you believe about my "theories", you know its dangerous James," Michael\'s voice rose in irritance. "Its dangerous, and you do it simply to spite me." Michael stretched, and lay face down on top of the soft covers. James sighed, exhaustion had quelled his need to always have a comeback, and nearly faint he crawled on top of the four poster bed. "Look at you...You have almost no energy, no more flying...is that understood?" Michael insisted.
James shook his head, staring at Michael. Their eyes met, both full of fire.... With one swoop, James placed a pillow over Michael\'s head, and locked his legs by placing his more powerful ones over them. Michael screamed furiously into the pillow... James simply laughed, pulled out his belt, and tied Michael\'s thin ankles together, grabbing his arms, he removed the pillow from Michael\'s head, and shoved it under him. Michael said nothing, his face pressed onto his favorite material. James reached for his shoe, his feet still weary from the trip, and rose it into the air. The sound of it striking Michael\'s as.s sounded through the room. Michael gritted his teeth, the servants would not hear him scream, nor beg for it to be ended. They would hear only a constant thump, and think nothing of it. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the blows came down faster and faster... Michael attempted to wiggle away, but to no avail... "James....wait...James." he panted....
James responded with smacking him again..and again..Michael lay nearly motionless, exhausted... James finally stopped, and whispered into Michael\'s awaiting ear, "I told you to go and hunt with me before I left for the trip...you did not, I was forced to leave, and then you scold me for how I brought you sustenance?" he roared. Michael felt himself harden, and said nothing. His as.s burned, and he moaned as he felt James reach back under him. Grabbing the pillow, James threw it near Michael\'s head. Softly, and slowly, he rubbed Michael\'s ass through the thin black pants he wore. Up, and down, through the rise and fall. Michael began to growl, he hated the feel of being dominated, feeling helpless, and at the discretion of someone who considered him an equal, when he was not. James was his to control, and do with what he wished he assured himself. "Yet, your the one being spanked, and told to behave," Michael reminded his insufferable pride. Slowly, James untied his legs. Michael was still for moments, before suddenly rising, the room was dark, but Michael lifted his hand, and felt it connect hard with James cheek. James\' searched his mind for a reaction.....
"Knock...knock.." a soft thud on the door jolted them frozen.... A figure opened it slowly. James let go of Michael, and together they stared at the interrupter.