Caramel: Book 3 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Series

Spirit
Q: I think I missed the Monahan thing.
A: This is from ‘CAKE’ He was X’s boss that he stole from. Monahan hired Marcus (via Shadoe Inc – but I didn’t have the corporation named at that time so it sounds like Marcus was an independent contractor [which will be fixed]) Monahan is also the first person that X mindfucked and left to die in his own drool because he ordered Marcus/Armor shot at the rave out in the woods.

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WARNING: KINKY VAMPIRE BUNNIES. NO LAMBS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF THIS CHAPTER. HOWEVER CHICKENS WERE SACRIFICED.

Chapter 99: Jukebox

I got to work at 4:30 just when there was a mass exodus of the human and vampires. I got more sideways glances at my blue tresses than I cared for. I looked absolutely stupid in a tailored suit with electric blue hair so I went through Sex’s closet…then I went to Azraels. Armor’s fuck-me-now clothes he original was pouring me into were sedate compared to what Sex wore for Father. Azrael’s clothes were dark. Trendy but dark. My last bowling shirt had disappeared. I would have to talk to Chesterton about that.

As it was, I figured I was just going to be facing paper and it was late Friday so I was went casual. I had on 20 eyelet black docs, black cargos with the lower part zipped off just below the knee. Azrael had a long sleeve hunter green tee with some sort of sparkle in it. Where the hell does he shop? I finished gearing up with my harness and my daggers. I grabbed my black windbreaker and headed for the elevator. I got hauled to a stop by my ponytail.

I spun on my heel ready to tear someone a new one. Armor bent over and pointed to his cheek. “Shouldn’t you be in pearls and an apron?” I gave him a light kiss.

“You provide the pearls….I’ll wear the apron.” I arched an eyebrow. He handed me a thermos of blood.

“I just might hold you to that. See you Tuesday. That sounds so strange.”

“Now, I know what Marcus feels. One day is not enough.”

“Keep the home fires burning, Armor.”

“Be safe.” I raised his hand and kissed my ring. He stood and watched as I turned and headed for the elevator. Two Loyal followed me in. Armor was still standing in the foyer as the doors closed. That was kind of strange. Well. we were a married couple. I glanced over at the Loyal. Since my ascension to the higher rank, I had more oaths of loyalty sworn almost daily. My Personal Loyal had swelled. Bedlam…yeah that was his name and this one….can’t remember his name. Hammer.

“Everything quiet while I was gone?”

“Pretty much so, Blood Emperor.”

I never, ever thought I’d be saying this, “Lord is fine.”

“Yes, my Lord. The Baroness stopped by and seemed a little upset that you were out of the country.”

Shit. Again, work related but that wouldn’t be an acceptable excuse. The pinch she gave me took longer than I thought it would to disappear. I pulled my cell and gave her number a call. I got her personal assistant, Tonya. Apparently she spoke to my personal assistant William and plans had been worked out and set in indelible ink. She wished me a good day and hung up. That didn’t help. Since she went through William, it was a non House matter. I still didn’t know what the hell Claudia wanted. I hadn’t seen Billiam either. I could image what mayhem was he up to. I shuddered. No didn’t want to even attempt to image what the Ancients were doing.

“Good Afternoon, Lord Xavier.” Security was falling all over itself when I walked into the building. Since the sun didn’t shrivel me up like a dried banana chip any more, I liked to walk in the sun. Damn, I missed it. Shadoe Security and the Loyal would prefer me not to make myself a bigger target than I already was. Bedlam and Hammer accompanied me up to my office and basically took up guard duty at the elevators.

What surprised me the most was that Hades was sitting at the desk outside what used to be his office. He was in a natty blue pinstripe suit with a trendy patterned tie. He stood up and bowed. I ground to a halt. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

“Lord Xavier.” He stepped forward, took my thermos from me and handed me a manila envelope. “While you were on assignment in Japan, the interior designers came in and re-decorated your office, as per Claudius specifications.”

I pursed my lips. That could mean anything. It could be packrat’s haven in there. Hades turned and I got a glint of the bitchy badass he could be. “I know, it scared the hell out of me to. But I like it.”

He opened the door to my new office and gestured me inside. The white on gray, almost monochromatic look was gone. I had a sophisticated retro look with all the latest electronic gadgets. My desk was shaped like an artist’s pallet but was made out of that funky greenish cast glass. I had 40’s sensibility posters professionally framed and artfully displayed. Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. OHMYGOD! I bounced over to the corner on the way to the private bathroom. I had a Wurlitzer Jukebox 1015 model – the bubbler. It was based on the 1947 model and now could be loaded with CDs but….I got a jukebox! I hugged it.

“Okay.” Hades turned and set my thermos on the desk. He crossed over to a couple of cabinets and pushed some buttons. Part of the wall slid back about an inch then disappeared revealing the biggest tv I have ever seen. “You have closed circuit security camera grid. You are wired into every part of the building. Sight and sound. This also serves as a video link and satellite tv.”

Hades took me on a tour pointing out everything new and improved. Finally we got back to the private area. I basically had a bathroom, a small den and a bedroom. Framed at the back of the small bar in the den was my missing bowling shirt. Well at least I knew where it was.

I finally got led back to my desk and Hades pushed the envelope back at me. “Okay, what the hell is going on with you? You were such a whiny brat in Tokyo, I couldn’t stand the sight of you.”

“I’ve been shown the error of my ways.”

“Liam?”

Hades let out a sigh, “William. He was always there for me in business and personal matters. I took him for granted. It’s only twelve feet outside this office, but it’s a huge fall for me, Xavier. I ran this company. No. I made this company. I am a founding member. To one day be wheeling and dealing, wining and dining the important captains of industry to be answering phones and getting blood in a coffee cup, is a shock. Still, I jeopardized your mission in Japan. I would not have tolerated a subordinate doing anything close to what I did. Severe and quick correct is required.”

“Are you going to act like a spoiled brat who can’t get his way?”

“I can’t promise you that “the brat” is gone…but I will make an effort to do the job I am lucky enough to have. As William pointed out, there are a lot of other PAs in the corporation who would love to sit at that outside desk and most of them are better than me.”

I gestured to the envelope. “What’s that?”

“The Chairman was already called for a report on the Tokyo activities. I wrote them up. If you agree with them, just sign and I’ll courier them over to him.”

“How the hell do you know what went on?”

“Just because I was acting stupid doesn’t mean I was. I collaborated with Liam. Again, read the report and make corrections or additions.” Hades went to turn then paused. “I don’t understand you, Blood Emperor. All you’ve been through. You should be bitter and broken, or enraged. You find joy in the simplest of things, like that monstrosity of a radio there.”

I sat at my new desk and looked back at the jukebox. “I appreciate the joy that does come into my life, Hades. I haven’t had a lot, so I recognize it when it shows up whether as a human or a Vampire.”

“Was your life as a human so bad? You are from a family of prominent hunters.”

I leaned back in my leather office chair and looked at Hades. In the entire time, I knew the little prick, this is the first time he was honestly trying to communicate. Why? “What makes you think being a Hunter is a good thing? It just makes you a target. Forget the fact that your William was there from my first breath trying to get me to agree to be his host. The Royal blood line runs in my family. It calls to the other Bloods. My monsters in the night were real. Who the hell could I tell about the troll under my bed? Liam would listen but that was it. It was just all my hyperactive imagination. By all rights, I should be more screwed up and I am. So when something good shows up; I appreciate it. I cling to it.”

“I don’t fall into the good category, do I?”

“No, you don’t Hades.”

He winced. “I deserved that. That is one thing I liked about Edward. His honesty. It hurt, but he was honest.”

I paused and clenched my fists until my knuckles were white then forcibly concentrated on flattening my palms on my desk. “Why? Why did you do that to him?”

At least Hades didn’t play dumb. “I was an ass.”

“You never treated Sex so badly before, even when you made him strip.”

Hades shoulders slumped, “I wanted to be Edward’s jukebox.”

“Huh?”

“Your face lit up when you saw that thing. Your whole being was happy. You hugged it. You didn’t calculate what benefit you would get out of it you did it, you just did it. Envy, jealousy and spite. I’m not proud of that, Xavier. Yes, Claudius punching my face in made me realize that. I’m an Ancient. I’m powerful. No one has called me on anything I have done in the past four hundred years. Like you, I have not had much joy in my life. Unlike you, I don’t even recognize it half the time.” Hades turned back to the desk and leaned on it. His face was distressed and his eyes, those cold watery blue eyes were so conflicted, “I don’t understand how you survive, Xavier. You are still a Fledging. You should have fallen apart long ago just faced with one of the disasters that has come your way.”

“I have fallen apart, Hades. I’ve crumbled and screamed in frustration but I’ve had helping hands get everything back together and back on my feet. No man is an island. I have my family. I have my husbands.” I shook my head, it still sounded funny to say that. “I have my brothers.”

“I’m alone.”

“That’s because you won’t open your eyes. Billy has been in front of you for 130 years.”

“Why do you call William, Billy? It annoys the hell out of him.”

“He looks like Billy Idol from the Whiplash Smile days. You want a friend, Hades. You have to be one.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Give to others, what you want in return.”

“Edward won’t give me the time of day.”

“Do you really blame him? And he prefers the name Sex. It probably would be best to befriend someone else first. My brother can hold a grudge.”

Hades nodded. “Shall I send for dinner for you?”

“How late do you work?”

“As late as you.”

“Did Bill…hmmm William do that?”

“Yes, I expected it.”

I turned my chair, stood up and walked to the glass wall that looked out over the city. “Hades, I’m going to need your help. I know computers. I’ve never been in a management position. Too many people depend on the Corporation to be successful; failure on my part would affect them.”

I heard nothing. I turned and found the blond teenager down in reverent pose. “Hades?”

“My Blood Emperor. You rule on instinct and with your heart. Keep doing that and you will continue to draw those to you who will assist you in every endeavor.”

Er….okay.

Hades looked up, “I will not let you fail, Xavier.”

I went to say something when I heard a BBBAAAAAAHH from the lobby. What the hell? Hades face turned beet red and he jumped to his feet and tore off toward the door. Oh, I had to see this. I was hot on his heels. I got to the door in time to see Hades picked up and plopped on his desk. Billiam pushed him back down on the surface while trying to suck Hades lips off his face. The kicker was that Hades had his hands in Billiam’s hair trying to pull black ears off. There was a white fleecy puffy tail clipped to the back of Billiam’s trousers.

“Oww..owww…baby, they’re clipped into a braid so they won’t fall out.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the little shepherd boy and his favorite lambchop.”

Billiam tried to stand up but Hades still had a good hold on an ear. “Little Emperor.”

Liam was able to stand upright as the ear Hades was tugging on finally ripped loose with a few strands of pale white hair. ‘Owww.”

I couldn’t help it. They looked absolutely ridiculous. A true immortal and an almost immortal playing dress up in my lobby. I busted out laughing. Liam ripped the ear back out of Hades hand. “You have any idea how long it took for me to clip these in evenly?” He opened the catch and handed it back to his little lover. “Put it back in straight.”

“But….everyone will see.”

Liam caught Hades under the chin with a finger, “Honeybee, I don’t care what others think. You asked me to be your lost little lamb…I will be your little lamb. However, you can refrain from cackling, Little Emperor. This is a page from your manual.”

“You just look so cute.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “I know I do.” He knelt beside the desk and waited for Hades to clip the ear back in place. “By the way, I love how a young professional dresses these days.”

Well, this was better than them sniping at each other. “Just give me the file, Hades and take your little lamb home.” He reached into his pocket and handed me a jump drive. Well I didn’t need to persuade him to leave.

Liam climbed back to his feet. I couldn’t look at him with a straight face. A grown vampire with black ears sticking up from the top of his head. “Shouldn’t they be more on the side?”

“They’re perfect.” Hades sighed. Can you say starry eyed?

“Off with you two.” Liam flashed a grin and grabbed his little Honeybee’s hand and headed for the elevators. “BBBAAAAAYYYEEEEE.”

They got into the elevator and Liam gave me the finger before his eyes widened in shock and he grabbed at his ass. I grinned then headed back into my office. My office. I’m CEO of a fortune 500 company. Stranger things have happened. Not by much, but they have. Regardless of how I was dressed, I was here to work

Can you say micro manage? Hades, Hades, Hades. I had a slight headache. I lied I had a hell of a headache. The report of the “Tokyo Incident” was pretty damn accurate. I guess Hades was paying attention. There were a few items of congratulations in the fridge and on the board room table. Who the hell sends a basket of blood? Oh, my soon to be father-in-law and a note. “Let’s go fishing some time.” I tossed it back into the basket. I’d rather watch grass grow. And add to this, more then two hundred and fifty three emails; not one of them was spam or junk or stupid ‘what color am I’ questionnaires.

Oh crap, what the hell am I doing?

I pulled my thermos apart and poured myself a cup. Essence. I sniffed. Cup o’ Armor. Well, what the hey. Let’s just had a hard on to the equation and see what we get. I took my mug and walked to the skyline. Twenty eight months old. Two years, four months, sixteen days, 20 hours and 53 minutes old. What did Tokyo Local call me? A toddler. Look at where the hell this toddler is standing. I two steps from the top of the Vampire World. All I would have to do is take out Thomas the Elder, disband the council and declare myself Lord Emperor…no, Blood Emperor. I turned to my jukebox and absently pushed at buttons. Sure enough, long haired crap. I watched the last of the light fade from the sky. Actually the music went with my—what? Melancholy mood?

I just held the mug to my nose. He loved me. He just didn’t want me, he loved me. What the hell do you say to that? Nothing. You just accept it and be grateful. I rested my forehead on the window and stared out at the distant lights. Being loved is not a bad thing. I thought I was loveless for so long. Couldn’t see the love through the forest of terror I grew up…Edward grew up in. Claudius was good for him.

The music changed from classical to something with a samba latin beat. I had to laugh. It was kind of psychotic. Which we were. I laughed out loud and danced away from the window. I had work to get done before Azrael popped up. I was able to get an answer back to 103 of my emails. The rest I was going to need Hades input on. I rubbed at my eyes.

The phone rang. I almost fell out of my seat. Holy crap, that scared me. I looked up at the clock. It was 11:45. Jees, I better get my ass back to Von Drachenfeld. Azrael was going to be pissed. I picked up the phone then didn’t know what to say. “Uh….” Blood Emperor? Xavier? Von Drachenfeld?

“Lord Xavier. Marcus Du Bus…pardon, Marcus Von Drachenfeld is here. We do have him on clearance, however as it is past working hours.”

“Send him up. Hey, I want a deluxe pizza no anchovies. How do I handle that?”

“We will have it delivered, Sir.”

I closed all my files and shut down the computer. /Batter up, little brother./

/Are you sure?/

/I can tell you right now that Marcus didn’t travel at the way across town to see me. Oh, and no suspension play at the office./

“Fine….spoilsport.”

It was cute that Marcus came across town. Also, it gave me a little bit of ease. That first round of switch up was a little more than I could handle and I really didn’t want to try it again…for a while anyways. I’d do discipline within reason. Speaking of reason….I flipped off the lights so the only glow was the jukebox. I untied my tail and let it fall around my head. I heard the elevator door in the foyer. I got on my knees and faced the door.

“Xavier, I know I’m a bit…Azrael?” His voice trailed off.

“Yes, Boss.”

“Why are you in the dark?”

“More romantic.”

“I cancelled the pizza. I didn’t know if Xavier ate. I had Chesterton make up chicken wings and potato salad.” Marcus turned on the light. I had to blink. Damn that was bright. He found the dimmer switch and toned down the starkness. “He said your hair was blue. I kind of like it. It brings out the color of your jade eyes. Come get up and we’ll eat.”

I climbed to my feet and lead the way to the board room table. “You’re eating too?”

“Armor’s concession. Since he’s out more often, he’s leaving the pleasures of life to me.” Marcus set the picnic basket down then turned and wrapped me in a giant hug that only a man his girth can give. “I need some sugar. I missed you so much.”

“It’s your day, Boss.”

“Call me Puppy, Master, at least until we get done nibbling.”

“Come here.” I turned my head and lifted up my face. Marcus met me half way. I snaked a hand around the back of his neck and worked soft kisses along his mouth, teasing him, and myself until his jaw opened and allowed me access to his apple sweetness. I plundered him. Our tongues slide erotically along each other, swirling around each other, mating and retreating. My erection that Xavier had so thoughtfully left me with strained against the front of my pants. Marcus groaned and bucked his own hips forward.

I smiled and pulled my head back. “Whoa, I think we have indulged enough in the appetizer.” I felt like I was going to explode right there.

“Can I feed you, Master?”

“Pengiun?”

“No.” I blinked. Can you say something with more distain? “As lovers, as mates.” Marcus reached out and touched the ring he put into my body. “As husbands.”

“Show me what you want, Marcus.”

Marcus made a picnic on the carpet in front of the glass window. He had set a zippered knapsack aside as he set everything up just the way he wanted. He pulled out a couple of glow sticks, snapped them then dropped them in a glass vase. Then he turned to me with the knapsack in his hands.

“From what William told me, Xavier and Sex did most of the work in Japan. You just got everyone home. Is that right?”

“Well, I did a lot of interrogation but as for sightseeing, no.”

“Sex bought this for us. Will you wear it?”

Trust. “Yes.”

“You didn’t even see it.”

Desire. “Do you want me to wear it, Puppy?”

“Yes.”

Love. “Then yes.”

“Take off your shirt.” I took off my blades and holster as set them on the board room table then stripped off. I kind of had an idea of what Sex might have got. Yup. Leather straps and buckles and long black leather bracers.

“Dress me, Puppy.”

Thank god he seemed to know what the hell these things were supposed to look like. I had no clue. I held my blue tresses up and out of the way as Marcus bucked a wide collar around my neck. He straightened Claudius chain and laid the locket flat. Straps angled down from the collar meeting together under my armpits. A short strap of leather hung down from a ring there and from that point a strap past just under my pecs and around my back. D-rings were riveted in strategic places all along the collar and chest strap. Marcus’ eyes were rings with red flame as he adjusted straps and finally he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

He turned me toward the reflection in the window. He stood behind me, his brown hair loose and falling forward because he wouldn’t stand up straight. He ran his large artistic hands down my bare shoulders. My own eyes flared as he pressed himself up against me. One arm came across my chest, following the chest strap, a finger brushed the right nipple. His mark on me. The other, trailed down my arm to my stomach then cupped me through my cargos.

“You’re hard, Master.” Marcus leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“All the better to greet you, Boss.”

“Not yet.” He kissed my temple. “I want to braid your hair.”

I gestured at the bracers. “Later. When I put those one, they stay on until the sun comes up.”

I shivered. “What did Sex get you?”

Marcus pulled out a box then reached in. Red metal rings? “It’s a chain mail shirt. Which is why I want to braid your hair. It’s not fun having your hair ripped out by the roots. Here, lean against me.”

I settled on the floor, back to front leaning slightly sideways so I could see his reflection in the glass. “You enjoy this. Caring for someone.”

“Not generic. Caring for you, Master. I feel calm and complete with you. I know that you won’t leave behind.” Marcus worked his fingers quickly pulling my hair tight to my scalp and leaving me a long blue tail that he tied with pieces of black lacing. He laid it forward over my shoulder. “Let’s eat.”

I should have felt self conscience in the bondage wear but I didn’t because Marcus couldn’t quit looking at me. His gaze was appreciative. How can you refuse that? We ate leisurely. Marcus had brought wine but I refused. I had cans of soda in the fridge along side my gift basket of blood. We were ‘Creatures of the night’; ‘Demons of the Blood’; and Vampires of the Royal House. We chatted about work; the staff at Von Drachenfeld; his new project, a portrait of X and Claudia like any other married couple. I spoke about Sex getting us worked over in Toyko and about the new talent mind fucking had given us. Marcus grew still when I told him of the appearance of Endellion.

“Did you find any references in the old scripts about it?”

I tossed a chicken bone back into the Tupperware container. “I’m starting to think the only ones who wrote something down were accountants. It’s mostly lists. 57 horses. 12 camels. 7 slaves. 5 casks of gold.”

“Be careful. Talking swords are not always a good thing to have.”

“Personal experience?”

“Myths and Legends. Remember, Master, we are myths to the human world. What can be true about other things? Talk to Liam about it before you have to use it.” He had a point. I licked my fingers then reached for a napkin to wipe my face. Marcus hand came out and caught my wrist. I glanced up and him and saw he was the personification of the word –smolder. “My pet angel…” Apparently we were now done with dinner. “On your knees.”

He pulled me gently towards him so I was propped against his chest. He took some wet thingies and cleaned my face. He picked one hand and cleaned them, digit by digit. Once that was clean he picked up the leather bracer and snapped it in place from my elbow to my wrist. Like my ‘shirt’ it had d-rings along it’s length. He cleaned my left hand and dressed it like the other.

“My pet…I will never, ever hurt you like that again. I only wanted to bring you pleasure and I caused you so much pain. You should have stopped me.”

“I gave my oath to you.”

“I was stupid and I won’t ask that of you again. You are beautiful in flame. You are even more so in pleasure. Your green eyes turn dark with passion and when you flare to blue…I want to fall to my knees and worship you. Put your arms behind you.”

I was mildly startled when he clipped the bracers together opposite elbow to wrist. I pulled experimentally on them but they didn’t move at all. Marcus rolled me up to my knees. He cleaned up the little picnic. I watched silently in the glass’s reflection as he quickly braided his own hair back off his face then took off his shirt. He didn’t have to put on that chain mail tank top to look sexy. His eyes flared crimson in the glass. They were the same matching shade as the shirt.

Marcus headed over to the jukebox punched in some numbers then dimmed the lights completely. We were bathed in the soft light of the bubbling jukebox.

He came and stood in front of me. His hand came down and caught the bottom of my chin, raising my face to look him in the eye. “I own you, my pet.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“My pleasure equals your pleasure.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Marcus opened his trousers, unzipped his fly and released his member. “Give me your special kiss, my pet angel.”

I smiled at him then leaned forward as he stepped closer. I took my time, drawing out his pleasure. My tongue flicked the long vein from root to tip. I gathered the essence there and swirled it around the large pulsing head. Marcus gave a low groan of satisfaction when I finally took his length into my mouth, carefully cradling him with my tongue as I bobbed my head. Apple filled my nostrils as I buried him as far as I could without choking. The collar around my neck actually was chafing as I gave Marcus my best blow job. Actually it was my first blow job. I must have done it right because he suddenly pushed me off him and he stepped backwards. I’d have to thank Sex for the pointers.

The music had faded out during dinner. Both of us were breathing hot and heavy when Marcus headed back to the jukebox and pressed another set of buttons.

“I asked that this be put in especially for us.” He came back and hauled me to my feet so easily. He leaned over and frenched me. He tasted himself on my tongue and his hands skimmed my chest and rubbed at my cock through my cargos. I was turned on already. Too much more and I was going to shoot in my pants. “You taste like cin, my pet. Hot. Erotic. Dark. Forbidden. Sin.” Each word was followed by butterfly kisses on my face, eyelids and neck.

He turned me toward the skyline view and stepped behind me. The jukebox began to pulse out a darkly sensuous instrumental beat. Marcus sang lowly, softly, just a whisper of breath on my hair, and ear. I breathed deep as his finger tips traveled down my neck, across my shoulder down my arm.

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.

He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me hard against his chest. He thread his thumb through my right nipple ring. He pushed his pinky through the left ring. My breathing got shallow. I shivered in anticipation.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

Marcus spread his other hand across my stomach, slowly moving downwards stopping as he reached the waistband of my pants. The hand at my rings began to tug right and left like he was playing the bongos in rhythm with his singing. Shafts of delight and desire spiked through me.

But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.

He opened the button on my pants and pulled the zipper down. I tossed my head back and rested against his broad rumbling chest. He touched my hard cock. My silk boxers didn’t prevent him from stroking me and gathering up my weeping offering.

So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...

I closed my eyes. His hand moved lower. My balls sat on his wrist as his slicked finger disappeared into my portal. My natural lubrication was enough to make it deliciously unbearable. I arched my hips back into his groin as he played with my nipples. I was on sensory overload.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

Marcus pulled my boxers and pants down to my knees. Never once leaving my pulsating nipples unmolested. All the time whisper singing into my ear. I shivered.

But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.

His cock pressed at my back door. I spread my legs as wide as I could, with my pants hanging down around my knees and pressed my ass back to him. His entry was….magnificent. He slid to the hilt in one slow, heart stealing motion. A fang ran along my jugular. I opened my eyes to see the city laid out before us, sparkling and twinkling in the night. Then my Boss, began to move. I could only feel now.

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

Thrusting into me. I was on the edge so quickly. “I’ve got you, my pet angel. Let go if you’re ready.” He took me in hand and stroked. I turned my face toward his throat and groaned out my completion. Marcus shook his hand free of the rings, much to my agonized delight, held onto my chest and starting thrusting harder to completion. Huh, huh, huh…huh, huh.

“My beautiful blue cinnamon angel.” Marcus tightened his hold and thrust up into me…once, twice…three times. He groaned against the back of my neck then slowly lowered us to the floor. I was panting softly. The office had a slight Technicolor glow from the Wurlitzer jukebox. I got a kiss to temple.

“You have no idea how much I long for you when you are not here, Azrael, my pet angel.” He shifted and slipped out of my portal. I shivered again. Marcus knew his way around the block, well at least my block.

“Take the bracers off.”

“No. You are mine at least until it’s time to go to work. I will be more careful of you this time.” Marcus sat up spread his legs then pulled me back against him. He set his feet against the glass, bending his knees, effectively locking me against him. He curled his torso forward so I was almost in a cocoon of Marcus. “I love you, Azrael. The fact that you allow me to treat you like a precious jewel only binds me tighter to you only….”

I stared out at the glittering night still a little sensuously stupid. “Only?”

“This is not an order to my pet angel. I wish…I want to play music with you. I find peace and joy in music. I want to share that with you.”

I closed my eyes, “What do you want me to play?”

“Really?”

“You never ask for anything, Marcus. What do you want me to play?”

“The Cello.”

I leaned heavily back against him. I was tired now. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Hmmm, okay.”

“Are you falling asleep on me?”

“No.” I yawned. “No…I’m..just…”

“Sleep, I love it when you’re defenseless in my arms. You look like you’re sixteen, all sweet and innocent.”

“…virginal…”

“You were virginal and you were vanilla cake but now your spicy and mine, even if it’s just for twenty four hours. We deserve more time, Azrael. When will we be forgiven?”

I was going to say something important. I blinked one. I blinked twice….I was gone.

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Caramel – words & lyrics by Suzanne Vega - used without permission. Don’t sue.