Hero

Three months later and Lane still had not seen the outside of the apartment he now lived in. Falcon was gone more and more often, leaving him alone most of the time. The vampire was given free reign of the house, but he spent most of his time watching TV and left over DVD’s. When Falcon got home, usually when the dawn approached, he went to his room and straight to bed. Lane and he barely spoke at all, a depressing situation for the lonely night hunter.

One night, Falcon actually came back somewhat early. Lane was sitting up watching Two and a Half Men. He turned his head upon hearing the lock from the outside click and the door open. Falcon stepped in, looking worn and weary. He glanced into the living room and approached the couch.

“You’re here early,” Lane remarked with surprise. Falcon sat down and took his large boots off as he sighed.
“There’s a reason for that,” he muttered. Lane’s face fell into a look of worry as he watched the dark haired Slayer lean back on the couch and look at the TV. His eyes were trained there, but he wasn’t really watching. The vampire finally gathered up the courage after a long silence to speak.

“Is something wrong?” Falcon finally turned to face him.
“My superiors want you back for further interrogation. I’ve told them you don’t know anything, that I’ve already questioned you, but they want to hear it for themselves. If they don’t turn up anything, they want to terminate the problem.” His voice was hollow, hiding all emotion he might harbor. Lane slowly turned his gem eyes to the floor before looking back up at the TV, also not really watching it.

“I understand…” he said at length, his smooth voice quiet. Falcon’s head turned in his direction to watch him. “I knew this wouldn’t last forever, I was well aware of that from night one. If dying is what I must do, then so be it. My life has not been easy in this world, so maybe the next one will be…if I’m allowed in,” he said softly. No tears welled up in his eyes, no sob constricted his chest. He just sat there and changed the channel as the show ended. “I just thank you for the time you have spent with me and the kindness you have shown me. I won’t ever forget it.”

Before he knew what had happened, his back was pressed to the couch’s arm and Falcon was over him. A long overdue kiss was placed to his pale lips as their arms encircled each other. Falcon’s hot tongue entered to stroke and lightly tease Lane’s as they pressed against each other. Both Slayer and vampire had not been intimate like this in nearly three months, and both had evidently missed it.

Lane whimpered and arched his hips up to press against Falcon’s in need. He growled in return, slamming his own into the smaller man below him. Lane gasped into the Slayer’s mouth, his brows knitting together as he fought to overcome the feeling of love that was beginning to encompass his entire being. The pale vampire shivered as calloused hands roamed over his body, his breath coming shaky gasps. Falcon growled and drew back to rake his hand through his ward’s sapphire hair.

“I have some colleagues coming over in an hour or so,” he murmured as he watched him. Lane’s emerald eyes flew open and went wide, what little color there was drained from his beautiful face. Falcon immediately pressed a hard kiss to his lips before drawing away again. “Don’t worry, they aren’t coming to take you away. They’re coming to make sure you’re here so they know I haven’t been lying to cover anything up,” he explained softly, continuing to comb his fingers through the silky mass of locks. “So I’ll need to lock you in you’re room until they leave, and I don’t know how long that’ll take.”

Lane relaxed slightly at the news and gave a half hearted smile. “Hmm, so I have to go back to being your dirty little pet again?” he asked rhetorically. The handsome Slayer watched him for a moment before sitting up suddenly, surprising and dismaying the smaller man below him. He quickly stood and leaned down to pick him up bridal style. Lane curled against his strong, warm chest as he was carried back to his own room. He sighed in defeat as he was laid down on the soft bed, looking up at the handsome man above him.

“So the end begins…” he murmured as he gazed up at Falcon. To his surprise, the Slayer smirked at him and lay over top of him. The weight was a warm feeling that filled the lonely vampire with happiness as he wrapped his thin arms around his back.
“Not yet,” he whispered as he covered the pale lips with his warm ones. Lane kissed him back with everything he had, loving the growl of excitement he received.

“God, I want you so bad Falcon,” he breathed as the Slayer broke away to trail hot kisses down his white neck. He paused at the junction of his neck and shoulder, waiting a moment before biting. Lane cried out and arched against his body, wrapping one leg around him as he dug his nails into the dark haired man’s back.
“I know you do,” he growled as he slid his hands into Lane’s shirt to stroke and feel the toned torso beneath. “But there’s only so much I can give you.” Lane could barely register what he was saying as his shirt was ripped off his lithe frame and tossed aside so the Slayer could attack his naked flesh with his mouth again. “I might be killed for doing what I am right now, but I don’t care at the moment,” he whispered against his cool skin as he licked his way down the vampire’s body.

“I…” He swallowed and tried to work his mouth. “I understand…and I…I don’t blame you for…not sleeping with…me,” he managed to get out between gasps and pants. Falcon reached his navel and flicked his tongue in and out of his belly button slowly. Lane reached down and entwined his fingers into the ebony locks, whimpering softly as electricity coursed through his body.

Falcon lowered his head even further to undo the button and zipper with his teeth skillfully, looking up to watch his prey hungrily as he pulled the offending pants off. “I can do this much for you, but don’t ask anything more of me,” he whispered as he moved to take Lane’s now-free erection into his mouth.

“I haven’t asked you for anything, Falcon,” he whispered out. All talking ceased, however, when the Slayer lowered his hot mouth onto Lane’s throbbing member. The sex starved vampire arched his back and opened his mouth in a silent gasp, his emerald eyes going wide. Falcon worked his hot mouth over the erect appendage, closing his eyes and swirling his tongue around it sensually. Lane was being driven mad by the sensations ripping through his weak body. He reached down and combed his fingers into the ebony locks, massaging the man’s head as he moved up and down. His hands reached up to grip the vampires hips, holding him steady so he could move at his own pace.

Lane had never felt like this before, all of the sex he had endured with Viper had been rape, or something near to it. His former master had only been interested in satisfying his own pleasures, leaving his young ward with nothing more than bleeding orifices and a broken spirit. Now he felt like the Universe had come to a complete stop, leaving just the two of them in its center. Heaven washed through his veins as Aphrodite took hold of his body. His legs wrapped around his lover’s back, squeezing gently as the feeling of ecstasy coursed through him. Falcon caressed his hips lovingly, continuing to piston his head up and down as he sucked on the throbbing member. Lane fell to whispering and moaning in his forgotten language. His green eyes rolled in his head as he fought to catch his breath.

As his climax approached, his breathing and moaning increased as he struggled to hold it in, attempting to prolong the pleasure. Falcon held him fast, bobbing his head faster when he felt his lover tense under him. The legs around his back tightened as the vampire’s entire body arched. He cried out Falcon’s name as he seed shot into the waiting mouth. The Slayer milked him for every drop before removing his hot mouth.

Lane struggled to breathe as he let his body float back to the bed. His hand in the dark hair slowly relaxed and slipped out to fall limply to the bed with the rest of him. Falcon smirked and moved up his sweat-slicked body slowly, coming to rest beside him on the bed.

“Feel better?” he asked quietly. Lane opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at him.
“I’ve never been better,” he murmured through his panting. He rolled onto his side to press against him and kiss him softly, resting his hand softly on Falcon’s cheek. Falcon kissed him back as he slipped an arm around his new lover carefully. Lane tasted his own essence on the Slayer’s tongue and smiled as he broke away, his eyes shining with a new light that Falcon had never seen.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I think that’s the first voluntary orgasm I’ve ever had.” Falcon smiled and kissed his forehead in a rare display of affection.
“Glad I could oblige,” he muttered. His golden eyes glanced to the clock beside the bed and he let out a sigh. “Shit, my colleagues will be over any minute.” He looked back down at the tired being below him. “You stay here and pretend like you’re miserable when they come in.”
Lane smiled warmly and buried half of his face in his ocean blue hair, looking up at him cutely with one eye. “Will this work?” he asked, barely hiding a giggle. Falcon looked at him with dismay and groaned.
“Not in the least,” he muttered. The pale vampire laughed and snatched his face forward to steal a kiss.
“Don’t worry, I’m practiced at being miserable,” he reassured as he settled back to rest on the sheets. Falcon looked at him for a moment longer before climbing out of bed and leaving. He shut the door and locked it behind him securely.


The Slayer sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey held in his finger tips, watching the TV but not seeing it. The clock above the kitchen entrance read 1:28 AM, an hour after his team mates should have been there. He’d had time to reflect on all that had transpired in the last couple hours. He had been to visit his superiors and had been given strict instructions. The event was still fresh in his mind as he thought back.

“Falcon, things are going slower than expected,” the deep voice of his commanding officer growled out. The small meeting room was plain, but the men sitting in it seemed to act like they were made of gold. Five elder men sat in plush office chairs, each of them looking like they hadn’t smiled since they crawled out of diapers. Not that Falcon could blame them, it wasn’t exactly a cheery job.

“He doesn’t seem to know anything,” he answered. He hated dealing with these old farts. None of them had ever even held a gun, yet they claimed to be the ‘brains of the operations.’

“Have you properly interrogated him?” he asked in annoyance.
“He was questioned prior to his being assigned to my house. Despite the interrogations and the threat of torture and death, he has not changed his story. Maybe I’m jumping the gun, but I DON’T think he knows anything that could be of help to us.” The men looking at him frowned before speaking.

“Falcon, watch yourself,” the chief of operations warned. “The vampire needs to be evaluated again. If he proves to know any valuable information that you have not been able to extract, then we will keep him for further questioning until he is proven to be of no worth. If he proves he is incapable of giving any information, then we will rid ourselves of him.” He was talking more to the other board members than he was to Falcon, but he remained quiet nonetheless.

The others nodded and murmured in agreement. The chief of operations turned back to Falcon. “Has anyone been to the premises since he was brought there?” Falcon frowned and leaned his head forward slightly like he thought he’d heard wrong.
“Um…I have?” he replied sarcastically. “Why would anyone else need to visit my house? To check and make sure he’s okay?” The board members glared at him with warning.

“No one has been to the premises since he arrived,” the chief of directors growled out. “It’s protocol that someone other than the host check on the security of the house and make sure the vampire is still there, and that it will remain there.” Falcon frowned in slight anger but was not given the chance to retaliate.
“Serena and Jason will come by tonight,” he announced, leaving no room for argument. “So make sure it’s secure.”

Falcon downed the remaining mouthful of whiskey, turning his head slightly when he heard the inevitable sound of footsteps approaching his door. Seconds later, the two Slayers, Serena and Jason, entered his house without so much as a courtesy knock. A beautiful brunette woman and a gorgeous frosted brunette man walked in and strolled straight to the living room where he was seated.

“Hey handsome,” Serena said brightly. Her piercing blue eyes met his golden ones as she smiled and came over to him. “Came by to do the dirty deed.” Falcon smirked at her but didn’t move to offer her a seat.
“Oh really? I thought that’s what you did with girls. When did you add guys into the mix?” She rolled her eyes and looked around with the ease of someone just coming home from work.

“Who said you’re a guy?” she muttered. Jason watched Falcon for a moment before looking at his companion.
“So where is he?” he asked quietly. Falcon could tell he was in a bad mood, he knew the young Slayer too well.
“Locked in the spare bedroom,” he replied as he leaned forward to set his empty glass on the table. He settled back on the couch and spread his hand in a sweeping motion towards the rest of the house. “Go ahead, check out what you need to. Since I’m not trust worthy, I’d better stay here so I don’t tamper with anything.” Serena smiled as she began to inspect the windows without much interest.

“Oh don’t be such a sour puss Falcon,” she replied. “We’re just gonna check the shit out for a few minutes then we’ll be done.” The beautiful Slayer walked over and plopped down on his lap gracefully, her long redish brown hair cascading over her shoulder sensuously as she looked into his eyes with a feral expression. “Then you and I can check each other out.” She laced her arms around his neck as she pressed her luscious breasts to him invitingly.

Jason turned away from the scene in mild disgust, going to check the rest of the windows. “Cut the shit Serena,” he growled out as he paused at the room where Lane was sleeping. “Is this the room?” Falcon looked over from his spot on the couch.
“Yeah, he’s in there,” he replied. Serena sighed in disappointment and dismounted her colleague.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered. Jason unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Serena came up beside him to look in as well.

Lane was asleep on the mattress, curled up in what looked to be a miserable little ball on top of the sheets. Jason flipped on the lights, startling the sleeping vampire to wake up. He jumped and turned quickly so he was lying on his back facing the pair. His green eyes were wild with fear as he regarded them.

“Well, he’s still here,” Jason muttered. Lane shivered as his eyes darted from one to the other. Serena smiled.
“Awww he’s so cute,” she crooned. She looked at Jason and hit his arm lightly. “Lighten up, he’ll be dead in a few days anyway.” The frosted haired Slayer glared at her before looking back at the trembling vampire. “Check the windows.” Serena rolled her eyes again and walked past the bed nonchalantly to check and make sure the silver plated bars on the windows were secure.

“It’s fine,” the brunette said. She turned to look at her companion. “You know as well as I do that Falcon keeps a fortress of a house. So relax, everything’s fine.” Her million dollar smile returned. “Come on, let’s relax a little. You don’t have anything to be home for.”

“I have work, and so do you,” he muttered. Serena walked out of the room and back to the couch.
“Fine, you can go home while Falcon and I get cozy,” she called over her shoulder as she settled back on the cushions. Jason stood in the doorway of Lane’s room for a moment longer before closing it harshly and locking it. He turned and walked back to the couch, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. Falcon looked at the female Slayer.
“Care to help yourself to a drink?” he asked smoothly. She smiled and reached over to get the bottle off the table.
“Oh shit, I need to go get a glass,” she muttered as she stood.

“Dishes are all dirty, you have to wash one out,” Falcon informed her. She waved her hand at him in a dismissive gesture.
“Not a problem.”
As soon as she had left, Jason looked over at him and glared. “You bangin’ her again?” he growled. The ebony haired hunter looked over and smiled.

“No,” he replied in a soft voice. “She’s just really clingy. You know she wants me back and I’m not going to take her. She can go be with her girlfriend.” Jason regarded him for a moment before allowing his body to relax from its tense posture. His hazel eyes softened as he smiled at Falcon warmly, a look that could have any girl pooling at his feet.

“I believe you,” he murmured. In the kitchen they could hear Serena running the sink to clean a glass. Moments later they heard the sound of that same glass hitting the tiled floor and shattering into a million pieces.
“SHIT!” she cried out. Falcon leaned his head back on the back of the couch.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it! Just pick everything up and throw it away!” he called to her.
“SORRY FALCON!” she yelled back apologetically. “I’m cleaning it up! Don’t worry about helping!” The Slayer leaned his head forward to look across the couch at his handsome guest with a smirk.

“I won’t,” he murmured. Jason looked at him for a minute before sliding down to close the distance and press up against Falcon. The older Slayer’s arms slipped around him as his hand pushed his shirt up to slip inside of it. Jason shuddered and straddled him quietly, leaning down to suck and kiss at his neck.

“It’s been too long Falcon,” he whispered against the hot skin. He growled in response as his broad hands wandering across toned muscle and honey colored skin.
“I know it has,” he whispered back softly. Falcon leaned forward to connect their mouths in a sensual kiss. “But I swear I’ll make up for it.” Jason sighed shakily as skilled hands slid their way down his back to gently grip his ass and massage. He rocked forward in response, pressing his growing erection against the man below him.

“Falcon, I need you now,” he growled against his neck. “To Hell with Serena. That bitch can drink herself silly and watch her shows.” Falcon panted and nodded.
“Serena, Jason and I are going to go discuss some things in my bedroom,” he called out as he lifted the smaller Slayer onto his hips and stood.

“Okay! Use protection!” she called out. “Don’t stay in there all night! Jason and I have to go back to the office!” Falcon paid her no mind as he carted his prize back to his own bedroom. He set him down once we were in there and kissed him roughly as they began to undress each other on the spot. Falcon claimed his lips once they were both rid of the clothing and led him to the bed.

In the next room over, washed in pure agony from the despair of dying and the love of his life being with another man…Lane cried himself back to sleep.