Fallen Blood Roses
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,264
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.
Petticoats and Trousers
"Sir! You are not to come down here, this is the MAIDS area," a frightened voice spoke out. "Not to worry, its me," Michael replied. Delighted in his own scent, he smiled. Bathing had always energized him. He heard a heavy sigh of relief, and closed the basement\'s door behind him. Reaching into his robe, he pulled out a candle, and lit it quickly. The light came with him, as he moved closer down the stairs. "Sorry sir," the servant girl whispered, "I thought it was the groundskeeper. He has been disturbing us girls recently," Michael\'s eyes flashed, "Which groundskeeper, tell me and it will not be a problem again." "Um..sir..I don\'t want to get anyone into trouble." Michael reached for her arm, and placed down the candle. "Trouble, why should you care if someone else is in trouble, tell me his name Rose," she playfully removed her arm, and smiled at the fact that he did indeed know her name. Giggling she simply shook her head. "Well, I will install a lock and give each of you a key. Keep that door locked, and there should no longer be a problem. Only you three, and I will be granted entry." he stated. Rose nodded, and thanked him by pulling him into her soft bed....
Michael reached under her dress, looking to pull down petticoats, but instead finding a pair of men\'s trousers cut short. "What is this," he teased. "Well, the petticoats, are just uncomfortable, she admitted. MIchael flipped her over, and lifted her skirt. Playfully, he spanked the seat of the pants. She wiggled trying to avoid the smacks. Laughing, she finally flipped over, and lifted her legs. In motion, Michael pulled down the cut off trousers, and dove his finger into her sex.
Anne taped her index finger on the rough parchment. Her and James lay on top of the bed, pouring over stock analysis, trying to make sure that their accountants weren\'t thieving them as so many had. A small stack of checks lay in the center of the bed, James yawned. Anne insisted on knowing how everything ran. He didn\'t particularly care. She was the controller of the estate for this reason. She gave him a yearly allowance, more if he needed it, and took care of the rest. Each year, their balances increased, she invested wisely, and carefully, and changed accountants often. Nothing was worse than a comfortable rat, she reminded him routinely. Bringing in flesh blood, he laughed at the pun to himself, would help cut down on fraud and theft.
"James...James...Are you listening," she ruffled his hair. "Yes, yes, our um....stocks are up?" he questioned. "No, they fell by 5.5 percent, you aren\'t listening," she stammered in frustration. Shaking her head, she dove in the papers once again, and James instead crawled to the other side of the bed, pushing his face into Michael\'s warm pillow, he allowed his mind to drift...
Anne ignored him. She was tired, and wondered how Michael would feel about them staying over. She needed to talk to him as soon as possible. He was probably burrowed in some servant girl she realized. James was so innocent, young, and open, and Michael....dark, sensuous but self centered, he didn\'t care if James was hurt, didn\'t care if James was left like a wilted flower for her to restore to health...
Out of habit, she bit her lip, and wondered how she\'d get Michael to join them in her plans...
Michael reached under her dress, looking to pull down petticoats, but instead finding a pair of men\'s trousers cut short. "What is this," he teased. "Well, the petticoats, are just uncomfortable, she admitted. MIchael flipped her over, and lifted her skirt. Playfully, he spanked the seat of the pants. She wiggled trying to avoid the smacks. Laughing, she finally flipped over, and lifted her legs. In motion, Michael pulled down the cut off trousers, and dove his finger into her sex.
Anne taped her index finger on the rough parchment. Her and James lay on top of the bed, pouring over stock analysis, trying to make sure that their accountants weren\'t thieving them as so many had. A small stack of checks lay in the center of the bed, James yawned. Anne insisted on knowing how everything ran. He didn\'t particularly care. She was the controller of the estate for this reason. She gave him a yearly allowance, more if he needed it, and took care of the rest. Each year, their balances increased, she invested wisely, and carefully, and changed accountants often. Nothing was worse than a comfortable rat, she reminded him routinely. Bringing in flesh blood, he laughed at the pun to himself, would help cut down on fraud and theft.
"James...James...Are you listening," she ruffled his hair. "Yes, yes, our um....stocks are up?" he questioned. "No, they fell by 5.5 percent, you aren\'t listening," she stammered in frustration. Shaking her head, she dove in the papers once again, and James instead crawled to the other side of the bed, pushing his face into Michael\'s warm pillow, he allowed his mind to drift...
Anne ignored him. She was tired, and wondered how Michael would feel about them staying over. She needed to talk to him as soon as possible. He was probably burrowed in some servant girl she realized. James was so innocent, young, and open, and Michael....dark, sensuous but self centered, he didn\'t care if James was hurt, didn\'t care if James was left like a wilted flower for her to restore to health...
Out of habit, she bit her lip, and wondered how she\'d get Michael to join them in her plans...