Fallen Blood Roses
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,260
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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Chapter 5
"Master....." a soft voice rang out. "Dinner is ready in the parlor if you would so wish to..." Michael knew who the voice belonged to... It was one of the comely servant girls... Dull, and unimportant, annoying even. He had tasted her when he shouldn\'t have..Nearly twenty she was, but he\'d forgotten the folly of youth......
"I am NOT to be disturbed...." Michael\'s voice sailed through the air like a whip. "You impudent wench. If I knew your name, I\'d fire you this instant, you miserable sack of ignorance. LEAVE my room! Do NOT come back until I call for you, and you best pray I forget...." he roared... The figure merely backed away, and allowed the door to slam behind them. James and Michael both listened, silent, as they clamored away, their feet smacking against the wooden floors. Michael held back the urge to laugh.
"Michael...You shouldn\'t be so cruel to your servants," James replied, breaking the silence. "They prepare your food, they bathe you, they clean your house, fix your weave, and read you poetry from the Bard....and obviously, guessing from that, they relieve your other needs as well. There are no others like them in this city. They are invaluable, and if you deem it fit to continue to abuse them, I will gladly take them off your hands, and they\'ll come easily...." he threatened. "Especially her," James countered his eyes narrowing... "So young..so sweet...I\'m quite sure she\'ll cum very easily." Michael simply stared at his own hand print on James\' face. James searched Michael\'s eyes for hints. "You will do no such thing," he retorted. "The only thing that you may do is sit here, while your face burns with the mark I put upon it." Michael spat. Climbing out of the high bed, his feet met the floor uneasily. Showing no discomfort, he glided toward the exit, but instead of leaving, locked it behind him, placing the key back around his thin pale neck. "James.... I want you to lie face down on the bed... Do not make a sound, and do not challenge me, " Michael instructed....
James sighed, balance was essential to Michael. Never was he to have the upper hand, Michael believed it best for himself to be in control, at worse they were equal partners. Little did Michael know, but James knew that Michael depended on him, desperately needed him, and enjoyed feeling the weight of his body on him, while he pounded him from behind. James sighed, and stared at his platinum pocket watch. He wasn\'t due at his apartment for hours, today, he\'d play Michael\'s silly game, but only out of boredom, and the need to be touched...
So obediently, he lay on top of the bed, and closed his eyes. He waited for his arms and legs to be bound, but no such thing came. "I don\'t need to bind you," Michael replied, "You will lay there, until I bid you to get up, because it is my will, and you desire only to follow it," he commanded. James closed his eyes and pressed his face into the lavender scented material.. Smiling he thought of a field of wildflowers...scents overpowering him, causing him to yearn to capture them......
It seemed hours before anything happened.... Suddenly, he felt a slight weight on his back. Michael sat upon him, and began pulling down his boxers. Michael then rolled off, and searched for something in his bureau.... James heard something being opened, and not too long after felt smooth oil being dribbled across his skin... It delved between his crack.... His ears picked up the sound of Michael pulling on gloves... Gloves..James seethed..as if he were filthy.... Slowly, Michael rubbed his encased fingers over his rounded smooth bottom. In circles, he rubbed and rubbed...delving occasionally between touching his sensitive hole... James pressed against Michael\'s fingers and willed them to enter him... Giving in, Michael allowed his fingers to wander, going in and out, faster and faster. James moaned...panting...sweat covering his face.... It all soon stopped..and once again, oil came down, but Michael\'s touch alluded him. James felt himself drifting away, and was awoke with the stinging pain of leather across his backside. Michael rose the belt over his head, and brought it down forcefully...over and over.. SMACK SMACK HISS SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK the sound rung out, and Michael showed no mercy... Again and again, he brought it down, battering James\' @ss unmercifully. James clamped his mouth shut, enjoying the stinging pain, wanting the punishment...and plotting for his revenge... "Harrrder..." he finally screamed.. Michael obliged him... Somehow stricking him ever harder... SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK the leather sailed through the air connecting with tender skin. James rose to meet the licks. His skin burning, his mouth nearly cramped from holding in screaming, James gasped for mercy, "Michael...in all seriousness...this is quite ennoug........OOOH.....Oh god..I can\'t take it anymore..SMACK...Michael..enough..SMACK..SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Michael continued hitting James. They\'re session had been at first playful, but he was in fact rather angry... Once again James had flew. Flying was dangerous, and the speeds James insisted on made it even more so, he\'d lost many a friend, and thankfully quite a few foes through it. James, he could not loose. He was invaluable and would remember this when he attempted it again. Gripping the leather strap, he nealt near James\' ear, "No flying..." he hissed, and saying nothing else left the room.... James merely growled in rage. This had been no game, but simply discipline. Michael had been angrier than he believed. James fought against the tears stinging his eyes. Rage filled him, nearly boiling over as he heard Michael lock him in.... James let the anger leave him, and dove into the folds of his past....
"Master....." a soft voice rang out. "Dinner is ready in the parlor if you would so wish to..." Michael knew who the voice belonged to... It was one of the comely servant girls... Dull, and unimportant, annoying even. He had tasted her when he shouldn\'t have..Nearly twenty she was, but he\'d forgotten the folly of youth......
"I am NOT to be disturbed...." Michael\'s voice sailed through the air like a whip. "You impudent wench. If I knew your name, I\'d fire you this instant, you miserable sack of ignorance. LEAVE my room! Do NOT come back until I call for you, and you best pray I forget...." he roared... The figure merely backed away, and allowed the door to slam behind them. James and Michael both listened, silent, as they clamored away, their feet smacking against the wooden floors. Michael held back the urge to laugh.
"Michael...You shouldn\'t be so cruel to your servants," James replied, breaking the silence. "They prepare your food, they bathe you, they clean your house, fix your weave, and read you poetry from the Bard....and obviously, guessing from that, they relieve your other needs as well. There are no others like them in this city. They are invaluable, and if you deem it fit to continue to abuse them, I will gladly take them off your hands, and they\'ll come easily...." he threatened. "Especially her," James countered his eyes narrowing... "So young..so sweet...I\'m quite sure she\'ll cum very easily." Michael simply stared at his own hand print on James\' face. James searched Michael\'s eyes for hints. "You will do no such thing," he retorted. "The only thing that you may do is sit here, while your face burns with the mark I put upon it." Michael spat. Climbing out of the high bed, his feet met the floor uneasily. Showing no discomfort, he glided toward the exit, but instead of leaving, locked it behind him, placing the key back around his thin pale neck. "James.... I want you to lie face down on the bed... Do not make a sound, and do not challenge me, " Michael instructed....
James sighed, balance was essential to Michael. Never was he to have the upper hand, Michael believed it best for himself to be in control, at worse they were equal partners. Little did Michael know, but James knew that Michael depended on him, desperately needed him, and enjoyed feeling the weight of his body on him, while he pounded him from behind. James sighed, and stared at his platinum pocket watch. He wasn\'t due at his apartment for hours, today, he\'d play Michael\'s silly game, but only out of boredom, and the need to be touched...
So obediently, he lay on top of the bed, and closed his eyes. He waited for his arms and legs to be bound, but no such thing came. "I don\'t need to bind you," Michael replied, "You will lay there, until I bid you to get up, because it is my will, and you desire only to follow it," he commanded. James closed his eyes and pressed his face into the lavender scented material.. Smiling he thought of a field of wildflowers...scents overpowering him, causing him to yearn to capture them......
It seemed hours before anything happened.... Suddenly, he felt a slight weight on his back. Michael sat upon him, and began pulling down his boxers. Michael then rolled off, and searched for something in his bureau.... James heard something being opened, and not too long after felt smooth oil being dribbled across his skin... It delved between his crack.... His ears picked up the sound of Michael pulling on gloves... Gloves..James seethed..as if he were filthy.... Slowly, Michael rubbed his encased fingers over his rounded smooth bottom. In circles, he rubbed and rubbed...delving occasionally between touching his sensitive hole... James pressed against Michael\'s fingers and willed them to enter him... Giving in, Michael allowed his fingers to wander, going in and out, faster and faster. James moaned...panting...sweat covering his face.... It all soon stopped..and once again, oil came down, but Michael\'s touch alluded him. James felt himself drifting away, and was awoke with the stinging pain of leather across his backside. Michael rose the belt over his head, and brought it down forcefully...over and over.. SMACK SMACK HISS SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK the sound rung out, and Michael showed no mercy... Again and again, he brought it down, battering James\' @ss unmercifully. James clamped his mouth shut, enjoying the stinging pain, wanting the punishment...and plotting for his revenge... "Harrrder..." he finally screamed.. Michael obliged him... Somehow stricking him ever harder... SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK the leather sailed through the air connecting with tender skin. James rose to meet the licks. His skin burning, his mouth nearly cramped from holding in screaming, James gasped for mercy, "Michael...in all seriousness...this is quite ennoug........OOOH.....Oh god..I can\'t take it anymore..SMACK...Michael..enough..SMACK..SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Michael continued hitting James. They\'re session had been at first playful, but he was in fact rather angry... Once again James had flew. Flying was dangerous, and the speeds James insisted on made it even more so, he\'d lost many a friend, and thankfully quite a few foes through it. James, he could not loose. He was invaluable and would remember this when he attempted it again. Gripping the leather strap, he nealt near James\' ear, "No flying..." he hissed, and saying nothing else left the room.... James merely growled in rage. This had been no game, but simply discipline. Michael had been angrier than he believed. James fought against the tears stinging his eyes. Rage filled him, nearly boiling over as he heard Michael lock him in.... James let the anger leave him, and dove into the folds of his past....