Ink

Cam’s fingers clutched desperately at the only thing that remained solid in his world. Aimon. The darkness was complete, swallowing him up until he felt tiny in comparison.

He couldn’t tell up from down or left from right. His entire body was numb, as if the clothes he wore didn’t exist. Every inch of his skin felt chilled.



Colorful dots swirled around inside his closed eyelids, mocking the last vestiges of light he’d seen before entering the vortex. The crackling light before he, and Aimon had stepped through the doorway was misleading. Here there was nothing that gave off light. Nothing lived in this portal. Cam wasn’t even sure he was breathing. The silence was all consuming blotting out the sound of the steady heartbeat he’d heard inside Aimon’s chest a moment before they entered the vortex.



When he’d come through the vortex with Jake it hadn’t seemed nearly as long. Now it felt as if a small eternity was passing. Just as he thought he couldn’t take one more minute of the silent darkness it ended.



*****

Three days later . . .





Being in this new world was like being reborn a third time. The sights, sounds, and smells were all unfamiliar to Cithru. After a hellish eternity in a watery grave Cithru would have been willing to dance with the devil.



But this was infinitely better. There was so much prey bustling around him that he could easily pluck one or two, and no one would be the wiser. The streets he now walked on were cluttered with people, all hustling by him on their way to some insipid mortal pastime. None of them had any idea what walked among them. Indeed, quite a few females, and a handful of men flirted with the dark stranger.



Cithru would allow his eyes to scan a mortal from head to toe, but finding them lacking, he moved on. If he had been looking for food almost any plump human would have done the job, but his appetite had already been sated. He was on the hunt again, but this time for a new prey. With his need to feed taken care of Cithru was looking for a thrall. Someone to sate his lust, and teach him about this new, and fascinating world, for he fully intended to make it his new home.



A thrall would help take the edge off until he had Cam by his side, and if he could find an empath to provide a link to the boy, it would be all for the better. Periodically Cithru would send a surge of power through the invisible cord that connected him to his mortal.

He couldn’t feel Cam on this plain, which meant Aimon had crossed to Terra Quod Abyssus.



Cithru was looking forward to sinking his teeth and claws into one of his oldest enemies. In do time he reminded himself. First. Oh yes—this one would do quite fine. Cithru’s black eyes landed on a young streetwalker. The boy was tall, but not nearly as tall as Cithru’s six foot five inches. He was slender, with a pretty face, bordering on feminine. His long, brownish-gold hair was secured in a braid; the end of which lay across one shoulder. Almond-brown eyes scanned the street for a potential customer. Periodically he would shift from foot to foot, obviously tiring of standing next to the sign that said no loitering.



Shifting his weight drew attention to the play of sleek muscles beneath his skintight leather pants. His royal purple t-shirt had three strips cut out across the side, displaying a well-defined abdomen, and creamy golden skin. The boots he wore ended at his knee. They were black as well, and shiny with gloss. But his most pleasing attribute was that he was an empath. Cithru was willing to bet the boy didn't know what he was himself. As Cithru drew closer he spied seven silver studs lining the boys outer ear.



Stopping behind the boy, and shielding the youth from feeling his presence until he was ready, Cithru leaned forward and licked over the glittering baubles in the boy’s ear.



The boy startled, nearly jumping forward into the street. “What the fuck?” He spun around. His mouth fell open.



Cithru chuckled. “Have you any place in mind?”



“What?” was the boy’s barely coherent reply.



“I’m going to fuck you. What I want to know is where we should do it.” Cithru indicated the street with a sweep of his hand. “I do not think your authorities will allow such activities here.”



The boy frowned. Okay, so the stranger was fucking gorgeous but that didn’t mean he liked his presumptuousness. “Cocky bastard aren’t you?” Not that he was sure it was wise to upset this giant.



Cithru’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Very.”



Something flashed behind the man’s eyes that unsettled the boy, and he chewed his lip in indecision. Every instinct he had was screaming at him that this man was bad news. But he hadn’t found a customer all night. It was the end of the month, and most of his steady tricks were flat broke. Tony was going to have a fucking stroke if he didn’t bring home any money tonight, like he had last night. Besides, this man looked like he had money. His clothes looked expensive, and new, and the boy couldn’t imagine a man with a face like his wanting for anything. It wasn’t like the guy was going to rape him or anything, he was selling it, and a man like him could get it free any day.



The boy took a tentative step forward and offered his hand. He didn’t know why, but the man reeked of good breeding. It only seemed right. “Alex.”



Cithru accepted the boy’s hand, and Alex’s eyes widened as pleasure zinged up his arm.



“Cithru.”



*****



“Maybe we should—“ A big hand was planted in the middle of Alex’s chest, and he was shoved backwards. He fell on the bed.



Cithru followed him down, covering his slighter form with his own. Impatient hands gathered his shirt and shredded it from his body. Alex yelped. Fear and excitement twisted inside him.



Cithru licked a slow line in the center of his chest. “Are you going to scream for me Alex?” He growled.



Alex shivered. “Ah, yeah, s-SURE!” Teeth raked over his nipple. He moaned, arching into the heat of that mouth. He sucked in his belly as Cithru’s fingers curled into the waistband. To his disbelief he heard his $200 hundred dollar pants rip. “What the fuck? Dude? What are you—how?” Alex pushed at Cithru’s broad shoulders. No way was it humanly possible to rip leather in half like that. And even if it was, his customer was big and muscular, but not that muscular. He’d ripped it without a grunt of effort. Like it was tissue paper, for Christ sake!



Alex’s wrists were caught, and his arms were forced above his head. Alex twisted his wrists and heaved upward in a futile attempt to gain his freedom. “No! Stop!”



“Hmmm very nice Alex. You tell me no, but,” his hand wrapped around Alex’s erection. “Your body seems very willing.” As if to prove his point Cithru drew his thumb over Alex’s slit smearing the wetness he found there.



Alex moaned and arched his hips. When Cithru released him, Alex bit back a complaint. He did utter a surprised cry when Cithru flipped him over onto his stomach and spread his legs. “Stay there and don’t move.”



The bed dipped, as Alex’s customer stood, and try though he might Alex could not move either his arms or legs. He opened his mouth to scream and that too failed him. All he could do was lay there, as Cithru had ordered. He could hear the man rummaging through drawers. Then all too quickly he was back on the bed.



“This is going to hurt!” Cithru said, but his voice was too amused for Alex to even imagine he might feel sorry.



Alex’s entire body went still in preparation for the pain. Not knowing where it would come , and being unable to move made the wait ten times worse. Relief flooded through him when fingertips gently cradled his head. But his relief was short lived.



Pain exploded inside his head, like needles being shoved into his brain. Alex screamed, but the sound was trapped, choking him as his vocal strained, but no sound emerged.

His entire body flushed, veins in his neck and forehead swelled to the surface.



He wanted to beg for mercy. He wanted the pain to stop. In that moment if death were his only option he would have taken it. Then through the chorus of agony he heard Cithru speaking. Not his name—no he was calling someone else. Someone he wanted desperately. Alex could feel how much Cithru wanted the boy. His hunger was a ravenous, pulsing ache throbbing through Alex’s body.



“Cam,” Cithru whispered his words into Alex’s ear, forcing his voice through the pain. “You are mine, meus cruor*.”



Cithru’s fingers finally lifted. “Awaken to my touch.” He whispered.



Alex sighed beneath the fingers being trailed down his back. The abrupt severance from the pain making the pleasure that followed nearly too much to bear. Even as he felt those fingertips caress the curve of his back he knew this was not for him. He was only an instrument.



****



Aimon’s gaze drifted to the main entrance yet again. He knew down that hall lay the way to Cam’s room. The youth had been in recuperating sleep since they exited the doorway into Terra Quod Abyssus. The trip had been too much for his mortal body, and somewhere along the line it had shut down all but its necessary functions.



They were in the heart of a veritable fortress. The place was a sanctuary for all that was good and right with the world. It was not impregnable, but then again, no place truly was. With the abundance of warriors always at hand, few would dare. Between him and Cam most likely lay a dozen guardians; all of these facts should have made Aimon feel secure, but something was niggling at the back of his mind.



Something wasn’t right.



****

Cam gasped then shuddered, his back arching from the bed as heat sizzled down his spine. ‘Awaken to my touch,’ whispered through his sleep-muddled brain. His eyes fluttered rapidly but did not open.



His clothes provided no barrier from the demon’s touch. Fingers trailed down his spine stimulating nerves with exquisite care just below the surface. The heated fingers continued their journey downward, dipping between the crevice of his cheeks. The pad of a thumb rasped across Cam’s puckered entrance.



Cam’s hips jerked his body undecided whether to get away from tortuous stimulation or move closer to it. “Uhhhhhh!” Cam cried out as wet tendrils of heat began to lap at his orifice.



Something solid slid into him, testing and stretching his entrance for a deeper penetration. A warm mouth pressed against his ear the same time, murmuring words of encouragement, bidding him to ride the finger inside him, to take his pleasure. Cam’s body trembled as he struggled not to move.



Cithru’s control of him was incomplete. Cam still had a will of his own, even when not fully awake. The demon could sense this, and growled with his displeasure. He was determined to shatter all resistance to him. “Don’t fight me meus cruor this is a battle you can not win. Feel me inside you: invading every pore, every blood vessel, every orifice.” His fingers plunged deep inside Cam as if to prove his words as fact. Cam moaned and writhed on the bed. Cithru chuckled and sucked on the tip of his ear. He nibbled his way down to Cam’s throat, threatening the vulnerable flesh with sharp teeth.



His tongue slid over Cam’s pulse leaving a trail of glistening fire in its wake. “All you have to do is call me to you.”



Cam trembled, but clenched his fists. “No.” He shook his head.



“This is me being nice Cam. I will not ask again.” The threat was given evenly, with no hint of malice. Somehow it was all the more frightening for the lightness of his tone.



“Sonofabitch!”



Aimon stood at the door breathing heavy from having run there. He observed the grayish-black smoke hovering around Cam’s form. The shape was vaguely that of a man. The air in the room crackled as Aimon grasped his sword from mid air. He couldn’t kill Cithru when he was smoke, but Silverkiss had more powers, other then bloodletting.



The smoke coalesced into a form clear enough for Aimon to see Cithru’s snarl. “One day soon, cousin.”



Aimon nodded in acknowledgement, and watched as Cithru disappeared. Cam’s body relaxed, the frown in his brow smoothing out as sleep swamped him once more.



Aimon returned his sword, and sat down at the edge of the bed. Leaving again wasn’t an option. He should have known better. No one had every claimed that Cithru was a fool. He could not cross into his plain without invite, but all that would take was one slip. If Cam had spoken Cithru’s name just the once, it wouldn’t have been smoke Aimon confronted this day.



****

The link was severed with Cithru’s displeased roar. He swore in an ancient language no one but a few now remembered. If it weren’t for the pleasing form beneath him he might have gone out to release his anger on the city.



But his need was still great. The front of his pants strained with his erection. Cithru slid his fingers out of the boy’s body and got to his feet. He disrobed and got back into bed. Releasing the invisible restraints he had on the boy, Cithru gathered Alex against him. He cradled Alex against his chest, his thrall offering no resistance as he clung to Cithru’s arm.



Cithru reached for the lube he'd earlier obtained from the drawer, and liberally slathered it on his cock. He aligned the head of his cock with his thralls entrance and began dragging Alex down on him. Alex whimpered with pleasure-pain, writhing on his cock, his fingers digging half moons into Cithru’s arm. Cithru hissed at the tight heat clenching heat, around his organ. Turning the boys head around to face him and he dragged the youth down into an ungentle kiss.



Alex accepted him eagerly. He barely felt the cut Cithru’s sharp teeth opened on his bottom lip. Then Cithru grasped his hips and began to thrust into him. The experienced prostitute squeezed with his inner muscles and arched back.



His entire body felt on fire wherever Cithru touched. His balls drew up and his cock ached to come. Alex reached down and fisted himself, stroking off as Cithru pounded into him. His orgasm roared through him with a vengeance. Sweeping his mind into a pleasant euphoria. He was instantly addicted.



Not long after his clenching muscles brought Cithru to completion. Cithru’s roar was anything but human as his hot seed shot into the boy.





A/N:



* meus cruor-my blood






*.* Finally some sex, though it wasn't Cam. I hoped you enjoyed it and I would love to get some feedback on it. A few people informed me of their like for Cithru and he wasn't featured that much in the story, yet It wasn't time for them to meet so I created a way for Cam to have his first 'taste' of Cithru. I guess I'm not really good at creating bad guys. *sigh* Do you know I first typed that Cithru called Alex a slut but then I had to delete it. Something about that word makes me gag. I just hate it.O.O GOOD news though college is about to end for me in about two weeks. So I'll have no more blasted reports,reading, and research to do for a while Yay=more writing!