Blood Ties

Title: Intoxicating 2.2
Series: Blood Ties
Implements: Belt and hand
Feedback: PLEEEAAASSSEE!!!
Summary: You didn't REALLY think Paulos wouldn't find out, did you?
Warnings: THIS IS YAOI!!!! And there is SEX here!


As soon as they arrived home, Paulos lead Markeen to the large four poster bed in his room. His eyes were already glowing with lust, as were his chosen partner's, the Master vampire pressed his lips passionately to those of his childe as he pushed him down onto the bed. Almost aggressively he began to remove clothing from the both of them, never allowing their lips to part unless absolutely necessary.

With the other's assistance it didn't take long for them both to be naked and allow unnaturally cool bodies to slide against each other. Markeen felt the firm and heavy pressure of his Master's cock against his thigh as the one above him lowered his head to take a pert nipple in his mouth. The younger vampire gasped as sharp fangs scraped along his skin and couldn't resist a small moan when the contact stopped. Paulos chuckled at the sound and began to torture the other nipple in the same way.

After a few moments Paulos rolled onto his back, pulling his lover with him. It only took moments for Markeen to take the initiative and begin working his way down the Sire's body, caressing it with his tongue. Finally he reached his goal and Paulos moaned as his childe took him into his mouth, careful to guide around sharp fangs. The Master raised himself up on his elbows to watch what the younger vampire was doing and found himself staring into burning hazel eyes as their owners mouth worked carefully, if eagerly.

As he usually did when Markeen performed this particular act, Paulo's mind returned to the first time he had looked into those knowing eyes. He had found Markeen in an english brothel in the year 1748. Supposedly he and his sister had been the children of a Jacobite supporter who had been killed for his allegiances. They had been cruelly and illegally sold to the brothel as punishment for their father's deeds. They had only been there a month and were a specialty of the house offered to only the wealthiest of customers.

Paulos had admittedly been intrigued when he had been offered their 'special treat' since he was obviously a very prestigious visitor. They had told him that the boy of the pair had unfortunately been injured earlier in the night so his full services couldn't be offered, but his mouth was still usable. Paulos had a feeling he wasn't going to like what he found, but it didn't begin to equal the reality. They led him to a back room where the 'treat' waited huddled in a corner and Paulos had first seen those beautiful hazel eyes filled with fear and hopelessness below a thick thatch of dirty red hair. He had been nine years old. In his arms he held the body of his seven year old sister who had obviously died recently from injuries given by her last customer.

The proprietor of the business hadn't lived any longer than it took for him to realize what kind of being stood next to him. Markeen sat in the corner and watched as Paulos ripped the throat out of the man that had brought him so much harm. He and Dimitri had decimated the place in the hours remaining until sunrise. No one had survived. Flushed with blood that still stained his lips, Paulos had held out a hand to the much abused boy when it was over. Regardless of his fears of his rescuers he willingly came into the arms of his newest protector. "No one will ever harm you again," he had vowed. It was a promise that had never been broken.

Now, 257 years later, he was brought back to the present when sharp fangs nipped at the tip of his still very erect cock. He growled at his childe who only smirked and said, "I had to distract you somehow. I do wish you'd stop thinking about that time." Paulos smiled at his child who knew him all too well and pulled him up to lay next to him.

"I'll do as I wish, brat," Paulos said, landing a playful swat on the upturned rear. "And right now, I wish a different type of distraction." Again the Sire pressed his lips to that of his childe, showing his possession and passion as their fangs clicked together. He pulled back long enough to hold two fingers to Markeen's lips. "Suck," he demanded. Eagerly the vampire did so, getting the fingers as wet as possible before Paulos removed them.

Markeen lifted his leg to allow his Master better access and whimpered when he felt the slick fingers against his opening. The whimper turned into a moan as he was filled with the long, cool digits. Paulos worked them quickly in and out of the vampire, loosening him up to make way for other things. He listened to the moans and gasps until he felt Markeen was ready. "Kneel," he commanded into a perfectly shaped ear as he removed his hand.

The childe obediently rose up onto his knees as Paulos guided him to face the headboard. Taking each of the vampire's hands he placed them on top of the headboard. "Now don't move them." The Sire kneeled behind and underneath Markeen so that the childe was practically in his lap. Lifting him by his hips, Paulos positioned himself below his entrance. "Down," he whispered.

Markeen began to push back onto his Master's cock, moaning at the stretching burn of penetration. He hesitated at the half way point but Paulos put a hand on his shoulder and slowly forced him down the rest of the way as he whimpered at the intrusion. When he was fully seated he was allowed a few moments to adjust as Paulos nuzzled at his neck. After a moment Markeen gathered himself and began to move slowly up and down on the shaft that filled him. His Sire placed a hand on his hip to steady him as he increased the speed, gasping and moaning as fire consumed his body with each thrust.

"Master, please," he finally begged as he knew Paulos wanted him too. The vampire chuckled and obligingly grasped the erect cock of the childe. They moved together, passion building, in a dance that has never changed throughout time. Finally, as he neared his peak, Paulos grabbed a handful of the thick blonde hair and sank his fangs into the neck of his childe. Markeen came all over the Master's hand immediately, screaming in wordless pleasure as Paulos quickly followed. Together they fell side by side into exhausted oblivion as the sun came over the horizon.

* * *

Paulos awoke thoughtful. Something had been strange about the night before. His internal link with his childer was normally passive and had long since become something to ignore unless needed, but he always kept an inner eye on it regardless. There had been pain from Erik, shortly before he arrived home, but that was not unusual given his normal bedtime preferences. Except that his usual partner for such things, Markeen, was currently still sleeping soundly in the Master's bed. Dimitri had also been oddly shielded, a skill vampires picked up as they aged, giving them a way to somewhat keep their stronger emotions from reaching their Sire. The most unusual thing was from Arlis. Startled fear. It had only lasted for a moment and been quickly followed by anger before it faded away to nothing. Most unusual. He would have to look into this farther, he decided.

Just then, the red haired man beside him began to stir. Paulos reached over and absently began to run his fingers through the very short, spiky hair. Markeen had picked up the look after a few too many episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show the coven all found hilarious in its inaccuracies. Markeen, however, had developed quite a crush on Spike and had taken up the character’s hairstyle. Paulos had to admit that it was a good look for him. Armand was the only other one of their little family with short hair, with the others all keeping it at various lengths.

Markeen gave a tired groan and snuggled closer to his Sire, a playful hand showing that he wasn't really as asleep as he appeared. "Enough, my insatiable one," the older vampire said with laughter in his voice. "I have some things to attend to this evening and am afraid I don't have time to play right now." The childe chuckled but obediently stopped what he was doing and sat up in the bed with an eyebrow raised inquiringly at Paulos. "Non of your concern, brat," he was answered, "Your not in trouble. Yet." The last was accompanied by a light swat on an exposed hip.

"Yes, sir," Markeen said with a smile. "I'm rather hungry. May I go feed, sir?" Paulos nodded absently as he pulled himself out of the bed and headed for the shower. After he had finished and gotten dressed he followed his childe's path downstairs, intent on getting some answers.

He found Armand first. The young man was leaning against the counter in the kitchen looking very annoyed. “What are you doing in here?” The vampire asked. “Isn’t that cartoon that you like so much on right now? The one with all the funny hair styles?”

The boy winced slightly. “It’s not a cartoon, it’s anime,” he said for must have been the thousandth time. Paulos chuckled at the normal explanation but noticed that the fledgling’s mind was obviously still elsewhere. He put a hand underneath the narrow chin to look into his eyes. He was surprised to find the normally vibrant lavender eyes wet with held back tears. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded.

Armand shrugged and pulled his face away from his Master’s, looking back at the floor. “Nothing really.” After another moment he reluctantly continued, “Erik’s just in a bad mood, I guess. I was... trying to avoid him.”

Paulos’s eyes narrowed in thought for a moment before he again lifted the boys chin and lay a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m going to go see what I can do to change that.” Armand opened his mouth as if to protest, but closed it again at an inquiring look from Paulos. The vampire nodded in approval before leaving the room.

Entering the living room he saw Erik standing by the window, watching the last of the light fade as the sun descended on the other side of the house. Silently he approached the thoughtful vampire. “Erik, I--”

Without any warning the younger vampire turned with a snarl and snapped at the hand stretched out towards him. Paulos froze incredulously just long enough to see the absolute horror in his childe’s eyes as he realized just whom it was he had snarled at. Without hesitation and faster than even Erik could follow, the Sire’s arm darted out to grab the chestnut braid and use it to force him to his knees. Standing over the cowering vampire, Paulos allowed his full vampire self to come to the fore. His face structure changing slightly, revealing sharper cheekbones and much larger fangs he gave an angry snarl of his own. “Are you Challenging me, childe?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! No, of course not, Master! I would never Challenge you!” Erik found himself in the unenviable position of trying to convince a very angry Master vampire of his sincerity.

“If I thought for even one moment that it was anything other than a serious mistake...” Paulos left the threat hanging. It was rare, but on occasion a childe COULD Challenge a vampire Master for control of the coven. Those attempts rarely ever succeeded, and even more rarely against a vampire of Paulos’s age. If a Challenge was made, however, it always ended in death. Either that of the defeated Sire, or, more commonly, that of the wayward childe. That was how it always had been throughout time. The strong survived and the weak were destroyed.

Erik was thankful when his creator’s grip moved from his hair to his arm, as his head was throbbing. Paulos pulled him to his feet and allowed the more physical part of his vampire nature to return to where it usually slept. Looking into Erik’s chocolate brown eyes he said, “You know very well that if I was almost any other vampire and if I didn’t love you even half as much as I do I could have ripped your throat out without a thought. You’re never this careless, Erik. I want an explanation and I want it now,” he demanded.

The younger vampire turned his face to the floor and tried to stutter out something coherent. “I-I-... well, it’s just-” Finally he stopped trying since he knew there was NO getting himself out of this one. He couldn’t have dug the hole any deeper if he had tried, he realized. With a sigh he brought a wrist to his mouth and punctured it before holding it out wordlessly to his Master. He knew all too well that the taint would still be in his blood.

Paulos was somewhat confused, but took the offered wrist and licked once at the thin flow of blood there. The unusually bitter taste surprised him and he looked at his childe in understanding. And disappointment. “Come,” was the only thing he said before leading the way out of the room. Erik trudged after him like he was going to his execution, already knowing where he was being led.

Sure enough, they arrived all too soon at Paulos’s chambers on the upper floor. Walking through the sitting room and into the bedroom, the Master closed the door behind them. Standing in the middle of the room and looking at his reluctant and repentant brat he said, “You know full well that I don’t allow you to drink tainted blood. You know why I have that rule. You know the dangers.” Erik nodded with each statement. He knew all the reasons it wasn’t allowed by Paulos.

Some so-called Masters enjoyed tainted blood themselves and even encouraged their childer to drink it as well. Those that survived the initial feedings on such blood easily became addicted to it, though Erik couldn’t imagine why with his head aching the way it was. Some even used the dependency as yet another leash to bind those they created to them. Erik was very grateful that Paulos had been his Sire. He wanted, and even required, his childes to think for themselves. He felt that they knew how to make the right decisions and just gave them incentive to do so. A rather painful incentive though it may be at times, Erik thought with a resigned sigh.

“I don’t think anything more needs to be said,” the Master continued. “Strip.”

Erik worked quickly to do as instructed. He was about to drop to his knees when an unexpected hand on his arm stopped him. Paulos, standing just behind him, reached out with his free hand to gently trace some of the last quickly fading welts. Erik stiffened and then groaned. He had forgotten about those.

“Who gave you these,” was the deceptively casual question.

“Di-Dimitri.”

“I don’t think these were in play....”

“No, Sir,” the younger vampire whispered

“Why, then, do you have fresh welts on your ass, Erik? Did your brother find out about your poor choice of prey?”

The man swallowed before answering. “Yes, Sir. And because I- I struck Arlis.”

Paulos looked into his childer’s eyes and saw the deep remorse there. Without saying a word he pulled Erik into his arms and held him tight for a moment. He felt the other vampire struggle to hold back before finally letting a single sob loose as he shed tears on his lover’s shoulder. “It’s ok, baby,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on the bowed forehead. “I’m not angry. I’m not even disappointed. We all make mistakes, Erik.”

The childe looked up into his Sire’s eyes, hardly daring to believe the words though he should know them well after this many years. A shaky smile came to his lips before Paulos covered them with his own. “You made a mistake, Erik,” the gentle but firm voice continued, “I just hope you learn from it.” Not another word was said as he was led to bend over the end of the large four poster bed. He heard the Master go to the closet and risked a look behind him to see him pull out the thick leather strap. He was mildly surprised, and extremely relieved that it wasn’t the dreaded cane, which he knew was kept there as well.

The thrashing that followed was swift, if very painful. His emotions already in turmoil, it took no time at all for Erik to be reduced to tears and sobbing. When the belting stopped, ironically after the same three dozen Dimitri had landed there the night before, he sagged into his Master’s comforting embrace.

As Paulos held the still weeping childe, he spared a moment to check the link to the other two miscreants of the night before. Arlis was still in the house and was quickly summoned to the chambers. Dimitri had apparently left the house as soon as it was safe but wasn’t yet far from home. ‘Return, NOW,’ he sent out. He felt the momentary surprise and then wary obedience before cutting the link off.

Gently, he lifted the teary eyed man and deposited him in the bed. “Rest here for a while,” he instructed. “I still have a few other things to deal with.” Erik nodded and closed red tinged eyes.
Moving back into his sitting room he found Arlis kneeling in the outer doorway. Obviously he had some understanding of what was going on. The young man gulped at sight of the strap the Sire held in his hand and was somewhat reassured when it was set to the side. Apparently it wasn’t intended for HIM.

Pulling the straight-backed chair from his desk, he took a seat before calling his youngest childe to him. Arlis stood in front of him, shifting his weight like a naughty student before his Headmaster and Paulos could barely stifle his smile at the image. Returning to the important matters of the present he simply asked, “Do you hide things from me, Arlis? Ever?” The childe reluctantly shook his head no and silently took down his pants at Paulos’s signal. The Master pulled him over his knees and administered a short, painful spanking to the upturned bottom.

Dimitri arrived in the doorway just in time to see a crying Arlis deposited in a nearby corner. He couldn’t help but look away when piercing green eyes turned their attention towards him.

“Come here.”

He entered the room and knelt before his Master who stood next to the chair he had occupied a few minutes before. “It seems you failed to report some rather vital information to me, childe.”

Dimitri had no choice but to answer the accusation. “Yes, Sir.”

“I commend your care for your brother,” Paulos continued, “But I will NOT allow you to deceive me.”

Without further ceremony he pulled his eldest to his feet before unfastening the tight jeans himself. Quickly he bent Dimitri over the chair in the same position Erik had been put in hours before. ‘How DOES he always know,’ Dimitri couldn’t help but wonder, though he wasn’t stupid enough to voice the thought. It was driven right out of his mind seconds later when the strap Paulos had retrieved came slapping down with a crack. It didn’t take long at all for him to see the error of his ways and decide never to hide anything again. It was some time, however, before the punishment ended.

When it was all over, the Sire herded both of his now repentant childer into the bedroom to join their brother. Putting away the strap at its place in his closet, he turned to find all three of them piled together for comfort like a litter of stray puppies. He paused to look over these three of his brood with pride and caring. The three pairs of eyes looking back at him held no anger or resentment like some would expect, but respect, and yes, that ephemeral thing called love.

Simultaneously the three held out their arms to him and he couldn’t help but join them with a wry chuckle. He may not follow many of the traditions the vampire Court had held to for so long, but of all the vampire Masters in the wide world, he was the luckiest. Those others may hold their childes’ loyalty, but he had been given their hearts.