Innocence Broken

Chapter 9: Lesson relearned

Matt could feel his whole body shivering, his mind raced as he felt Ezra’s arms tighten around his body. He started to pull away, confusion and shame bringing a deep red to his checks. Ezra held him tighter, an animal-like growl emitted from the vampire freezing Matt in place.

‘Did you not learn your lesson Matthew?’

Matt felt the anger start to take over his body, his senses. Taking a deep breath he swallowed and forced himself to remain calm.

‘I learnt something all right, Master.’

Ezra shoved Matt away from him. Rage moved through his body. He saw the panicked look fill his beloved’s eyes, but he didn’t care. He raised his hand and brought it down across Matthew’s beautiful face, watching as Matt was forced backwards. Moving faster than Matt could see, he pinned Matt to the floor, forcing his legs apart with his knees. Leaning down he pressed a cold, possessive kiss on to Matt’s lips, only pulling back when he tasted Matt’s sweet blood.

‘You belong to me!’

Ezra felt Matt buck underneath him, trying to force his body off. Ezra laughed and licked Matt’s bloodied lips.

‘Yes, fight me my beloved, let me feed on your anger.’

Ezra couldn’t help but grow hard at Matt’s frightened expression and quickening heart. Taking hold of the tight jeans that covered Matt’s body, Ezra yanked hard, enjoying the sound of the material ripping under his touch. A smile played upon his lips as he leant closer to Matt’s body. He flicked his tongue over the pulse in Matt’s neck, enjoying the way Matt shuddered underneath him. Ezra let his hands begin to trail underneath Matt’s shirt enjoying the feel of the warm smooth skin. Taking a hold of the thin material, Ezra tugged it, finally exposing Matt’s naked body to his eyes.

‘Get off of me!’

‘Now Matt, you belong to me, I’ve told you this before. Besides we both know,’ with each word Ezra trailed his kisses down Matt’s body, ‘you enjoy my touch.’

‘I find it disgusting.’

Matt felt Ezra freeze. His heart jumped. So far, his plan hadn’t got quite right but it seemed to be back on track. Matt needed Ezra to tell him to leave his sight, needed Ezra to take comfort in Warren so he could explore the mansion undisturbed for a few hours. Ezra’s head lifted from Matt’s body and Matt felt his heart jump, Ezra’s pale blue eyes looked into his with such a broken look ghat Matt just wanted to hold Ezra against him.

‘Ezra-I...’

‘Master?’

Matt felt the humiliation roll through him as Warren entered the room. Ezra blinked and then an evil smile curled his lips. Ezra raised a hand from Matt’s chest and held it out to Warren, who after a moment’s hesitation accepted it.

‘Ah- Warren, I need your help, my pet.’

‘What can I do for you Master?’

Matt noticed that when Warren called Ezra master, just for a split second, Ezra’s eyes darkened and an unclear emotion flickered across his handsome face. Ezra drew Warren down so he was crouching beside Matt’s chest. Matt tried to move away but Ezra just replaced his hand with Warren’s on his chest.

‘Matt, wishes that I didn’t touch him...I disgust him you see Warren.’

Matt glanced at Warren and noticed how the other vampire’s eyes flashed with pure rage, a cold fear moved along Matt’s spine. An unspoken code seemed to pass between the vampires, making all of Matt’s muscles tighten. Then suddenly they made their move.

Ezra moved off of Matt’s body, taking a tight grip of Matt’s hand and forced his arms above his head. While holding Matt’s wrists in one of his hands, his other snaked down to cup his chin, forcing him to watch Warren. At the same moment Ezra had moved so had Warren, who was now positioned between Matt’s legs and leant over his body.

Matt felt his body tremble in fear as Warren moved up his body, his hands sliding over his sensitive skin, he gasped as Warren licked one of his nipples and his hips thrust automatically, brushing his semi erect cock against the fabric of Warren’s trousers. Matt felt his face burn with shame as he tried to control his body. Closing his eyes tight shut he let his teeth cut into his bottom lip.

Warren lifted his head as the scent of blood moved on the air, Matt had his eyes tightly closed and was biting his lip but that wasn’t what held Warren’s attention. It was the look of pure lust and want that showed from Ezra’s blood red eyes. Warren lowered his face back to the small pale pink nipple, letting his tongue move over it. He heard the gasp that escaped Matt and took the delicate nipple into his mouth, sucking it into a hardened peak. Warren gently nipped at the sensitive skin, enjoying the feeling of Matt’s body arching underneath him.

Warren carried on nipping and licking his way up Matt’s body, listening to the quickening of his breath, his heartbeat speeding up, the scent of lust and need rolling off of his golden body. Warren pressed his own growing erection against Matt’s watching the way the green eyes opened and darkened in a primal response while trying to fight the feeling with everything in his body. Warren smiled as he leant over Matt, pressing their bodies together. He stopped just inches from Matt’s face, enjoying the way Matt’s eyes widened as he tried to fight Ezra’s grip. Warren flicked his tongue over the bloodied bottom lip before taking it into his mouth.

Matt groaned as Warren sucked on his lip. He could feel that Warren was hard, and his cold hands trailed lightly over Matt’s own burning body. Finally Warren released him, and standing began to strip his clothes off, Matt looked up to see Ezra’s eyes locked on him.

‘Please, you don’t have to do this.’

Ezra smiled and gently placed a kiss on Matt’s forehead as if he where kissing a child goodnight, ‘I want to do this Matthew, my love.’ Matt tried to move away from Ezra’s grip, to fight, he didn’t want this-not like this.

‘Please I don’t-not like this-please stop.’

Matt could barely hear his own voice. His mind and body seemed to be two different things, his mind screamed and yelled at his body to fight, but his body refused, enjoying the gentle caressing and touches from Warren, he could feel fluids leaking from his, slowly.

Matt cried out as Warren’s burning hot mouth enclosed over his cock, taking him deep, his hot tongue moving against the underside of his cock while sharp fangs scratched him at the same time. Matt bucked his hips and gasped as Ezra’s hand moved from his face to his chest, letting the long cool fingers scratch his skin.

Matt cried out as he came close to the edge, which turned into a whimper as Warren slowed and held onto him to force him from releasing. As Warren pulled away from Matt, his breath escaping in short rasping gasps, strong hands pulled him up and he was pulled against a strong warm chest, arms wrapped around him holding him in place.

‘I am sorry my love,’ Ezra’s voice whispered against his ear, and a kiss was placed on his neck. Matt tried to understand what Ezra meant but a pain enveloped his body as Ezra forced himself into Matt’s tight body. Tears slid down Matt’s cheek’s, he tried to speak but pain just took over his body. He could hear Ezra speaking to him in an unknown language, the vampire stayed still, trying to stop him pain.

Matt’s eyes snapped open as a hand touched his chest. Warren sat in front of him, his hand reached out and running over Matt’s length, before once again taking it into his mouth, sucking, licking and running his sharp fangs over the sensitive skin. Matt’s body took over again, relaxing as his mind filled with the pleasure of Warren’s skilled tongue. He gasped as Ezra slowly, carefully began to move.

Matt screamed, cried and begged. His body felt as if it was on fire, the feeling of both vampires working on him, taking him, was too much. His head was spinning. He let out a moan as he came hard into Warren’s mouth, his inner walls clenched around Ezra’s own erection and after a few more trusts, warmth spread deep within Matt.

Ezra cried out as he came, his fangs tore deep scratches into Matt’s shoulder, he felt the human shuddering against his body, exhaustion rolled off Matt’s body. Ezra stroked some wayward hair from Matt’s perfect face, ‘Sleep my love.’ He felt Matt try to answer but the boy’s eyes closed and he sagged against Ezra’s chest. Ezra looked up to see Warren dressing without a word, ‘Warren.’

He held out his hand as Warren turned to him, slowly Warren walked towards him, kneeling.

‘Yes my master.’

‘Do not leave, come with me.’

Ezra pulled out of Matt and in one easy motion stood with the unconscious boy in his arms, leading the way to his own private chamber and letting a happiness he had not felt in years wrap him in contentment.

***
Matt opened his eyes, his mind tried to clear. He was inside a room he’d never seen before. The walls were a blood red in colour, as were the silk sheets on the bed, which was made from a dark also black wood, but the elegance of the room was not what captured Matt’s attention. Matt was laid facing Ezra, whose pale arm lay around Matt’s waist. Matt couldn’t help but notice how young Ezra looked when he slept. Turning softly, Matt froze as he felt someone move behind him. Glancing he saw that Warren laid on his stomach, face turned towards Matt. Matt tried to calm his heart; luckily both vampires seemed to be deeply asleep. Matt laid in the still silence of the moment trying to figure out his next move. His plan had just gone from bad to worse, but at least the two vampires were out of the way. As carefully as he dared, Matt slowly slid out from Ezra’s arm and then climbed off the large bed. Turning he saw both vampires were still asleep, a small ray of sunlight played on the red sheets that covered them.

Grabbing the first pair of trousers he found, Matt moved silently to the door. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and darted out into the hallway, trying to get an idea of where in the puzzle of corridors he’d ended up in. Yanking the trousers on, Matt jogged down the corridor as doors passed either side of him until he finally found that a large wooden stairwell appeared in front of him. Matt didn’t slow, he practically flew down the stairs, he had to find the basement, and there could be more boys.

Matt kept his speed picked up as he hit the ground floor. Adrenalin pumped through his veins, as he passed a dark wood door he slid to a stop. He moved back to the door and sniffed again, a faint sickly sweet smell emitted from the door. It was a smell all cops knew, the smell of death. Grasping the large handle Matt tried to push the door open, a large clock chimed somewhere above him and panic began to seep into his system. Were Ezra and Warren awake? He had to get into that room. Matt moved away from the door, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Matt charged and slammed his whole weight into the door, which shuddered.

‘Matthew!’

Ezra’s voice echoed somewhere above his head. His shoulder throbbed but he didn’t care, he slammed against the door again, this time he felt the door move. Again he heard Ezra’s voice call from somewhere in the house, but this time it sounded closer. Taking another deep breath Matt slammed into the door, which finally gave way. Matt tried to catch himself as the door burst open but there was nothing but blackness. He felt his body fall and he lay winded and sore on a cold cement floor. His head swam and swirled as he forced himself up, when suddenly the smell hit him.

Copper and death. He didn’t care about the pain that rocked his body and forcing himself to his feet, Matt looked around the room. The dim light from the corridor chased some of the shadows away. At first he didn’t see anything. Then he saw it. The young boy lay nude and still. He raced over to the boy and fell to his knees beside him, turning him over. Glassy vacant eyes stared up at him. Bile rose in his throat and Matt pushed himself violently away from the dead boy, hurling everything that was in his stomach. Tears rolled down his face as he dry heaved, trying to bring up anything, trying to get those empty lifeless eyes out of his mind.

Matt heard a noise at the top of the stairs but he didn’t care, he reached out and held the dead boy to his chest, letting the pain, terror, anger and hurt take over him. Opening his mouth he let out like an animal. As Matt felt the strong arms pull him away from the dead boy, he made a vow. No matter what, someone would pay for the boys’ death, even if he had to kill them himself...