Dark Paths Ch. 01

"Do you 'want' to kiss me then?" he asked teasingly, looking Xavier straight in the eyes.

"Oh yeah..." Xavier grinned back. Who was pulling in who was debatable, Xavier thought, but he let it go, mostly because those soft, tantalising lips were only inches away now. So, he wasn't being all that subtle. He could play coy too when he wanted, but right now he was still riding the crest of sexual energy from the show and Rayne in person was even sexier than in the video.

The cool fingers that stroked his cheek and slid into his hair sent a little shiver down Xavier's spine. He closed the distance between them with a tender, sweet brush of lips on lips and slid his hand up the outside of Rayne's thigh to just above his hip. The heat of his fingers came to rest on the exposed skin at the top of his low riders. The singer's skin was surprisingly cold there and he stroked more possessively. The one little kiss was like a cool drink of water and Xav just had to have more. His open mouth nudged gently and the tip of his tongue slid teasingly along the crease of Rayne's lips.

~~~

Xavier's lips were warm and delicious and his tongue a small, writhing serpent moving between Rayne's teeth as he opened his mouth ever so slightly, allowing the boy access. Xavier's hand was like a brand on his hip and the Vampire was aware only of a sense of tumbling into the fire as he let his own lips mesh sweetly with the lithe young dancer's. He let his studded tongue dart into Xavier's hot mouth, tasting him fleetingly before the predictable reaction of his fangs to the proximity of hot blood saw him pull away, sliding his hands down to Xavier's shoulders and inside his shirt. His head was bent, his face burrowing into the hollow of the boy's neck and shoulder, kissing him slowly and precisely along the line of his clavicle and pushing the gauzy shirt back down his arms, baring his upper torso and the firm, dancer's muscles of his biceps.

"Jeez guys! Get a room or scoot over and let me join in!" Clay laughed, a distinctly mortal hunger sounding in his deep voice now as he moved along the back seat to join them.

Xavier scooted over, slightly. His head tipped back in response to Rayne's nuzzling, exposing the long line of his throat. He looked at Clay with half closed, come-hither eyes to let him know he wasn't opposed to him being there.

"How about both? We'll get a room and you can join in?" He smiled, and slid one leg over Clay's knee. He was trying to get his wrists untangled from his shirt when the soft mouth grazing over his throat nipped him, not real hard but hard enough to make him give a little gasp.

"I got a better idea," Clay rumbled, slipping his arms around the younger man from behind and nuzzling the back of his neck so that the words quivered through flesh and bone there. "Why don't we all head back to mine?"

"Since that's where you told Valentino to take us when we got back in the car," Rayne chuckled, his voice muted by the proximity of Xavier's throat where he was trying to kiss and lick the boy without biting him too hard. "You are a bad man, Mr Francis!"

Xavier felt a tiny drop of bitterness at the assumption but he knew it was absurd. He was a stripper they picked up and was acting like a slut on top of it, of course there were going to be assumptions. Hard to not behave like a degenerate though when he'd been hot for the singer since finding that video. And now here Rayne was, peeling Xavier's clothes off and, well, he wasn't acting like he wanted to bother with drinks and conversation either.

It was a little weird though, this automatic attraction, instant lust. It had been a very long time since he'd just gone off with someone he didn't know. It was like there was already a connection, and that was an insanely stupid thought, but he couldn't shake it. He would happily fall into bed with Rayne and do whatever he wanted.

Rayne's hand slid down Xavier's chest and heat and desire pulsed through him as if being drawn up to the surface by the simple touch. They hadn't even gotten below the waist yet and it was already like some circuit was made, like he was being pulled under... fed off of. Where that crazy thought came from he had no idea but the next stroke across his skin brought on that sucking drowning feeling even harder and drove a little moan to his lips. A shudder ran down Xav's body and he was suddenly stone-hard behind the laced leather of his pants.

~~~

Rayne closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Xavier's heaving torso and running his hands gently within the loose folds of the young man's shirt. He sensed a curious conflict of passions in the dancer who seemed to blossom then withdraw as if conscious that things were going too fast. Rayne was aware of it too, but from the moment he had sensed Xavier's essence through his blood he had known that there was desire in the young man; desire for him. Rayne had given this very little thought initially. He was used to it. For most of his adult life girls and boys had thrown themselves at him. And for most of his early teens, older men had thrown themselves upon him, whether he wanted that or not. It was the awareness of that latter factor that checked him now. Suddenly he realised what it was that he could sense in Xavier; the thing that made him nervous. It was an echo of that same emotion he was so often prey to; a sensation that he was travelling too quickly; going too far, too soon. He sat up with a start and rested both hands on the boy's heaving chest, pushing him back, not roughly but firmly enough that all three of them moved apart, conscious of it.

Xavier looked a bit like the nice, warm, cozy blanket he'd been sleeping under had just been ripped off.

"Wha...What's wrong?"

Rayne was blinking at him slowly as if he too had woken from a perplexing dream. He tilted his head for a moment, shaking it slightly then murmured; "You don't 'have' to do this, you know. I mean..." he licked his lips rapidly, that same strange hunger flickering in his eyes. "I mean... I would understand it..."

It took Xavier a few moments to absorb what Rayne said and then he still did not seem certain where it was coming from. He clearly appreciated the gesture though. The boy made his own choices now but Rayne could feel that it had not been all that long since the choices were made for him. That was probably why he did not make a joke, or try to laugh it off.

Xavier smiled; "I know. I didn't 'have' to leave the club, or get in the car with you either." The slight bit of tension in the young dancer's shoulders seemed to ease. He probably had not even realised it was there. "And I kissed you first, right?" Xavier relaxed into the seat, some of the urgency - the hurry-hurry-hurry feeling - draining away, if not the desire, or the hard on. "Didn't mean to rush you though," he added, a tad apologetically.

Rayne's expression also relaxed slightly. It altered his whole face, which softened seductively around the faint smile that was playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm not terribly good at this kind of thing, believe it or not," the singer murmured self-deprecatingly.

"Scratch that!" Clay laughed, peering around Xavier's head at the singer. "He's a human fuck-magnet, kid!"

Rayne shook his head, although the tolerant smile lingered; "I 'meant' communication," he said almost languidly. "I passed 'Shagging' with straight 'A's!" He winked at Xavier to demonstrate that he was not taking himself 'that' seriously and ran his hands over the boy's bared arms once more.

Xavier chuckled, but it was more because the only time he heard anyone use the word 'shagging' was in movies. Clay still had an arm around his shoulders and leaned back into him comfortably. The heat was still there, just turned down to a slow simmer now. He got to ask all those inane little questions he'd thought of as the car wound through the streets, and he'd answered a few as well. Conversation may not have been Rayne's strong point but he did all right when coaxed along and Xavier was good at that when he wasn't focused exclusively on getting in someone's pants.

~~~

By the time they were pulling up to a house not too far from the bay the atmosphere was much more laid back. The house (and house was perhaps a moderate estimate for it was more of a small mansion, up on a terrace off the road that curled up above the Bay Bridge) was brightly illuminated when the Lexus pulled up the driveway and stopped alongside the front entrance.

"Home sweet home!" Clay chuckled ushering his young guests up the short flight of white steps and through a set of elegant glass panelled double doors into a long hallway with white marble tiles on the floor and a flight of crimson carpeted stairs rising to the next level.

"You didn't tell me you'd bought the fuckin' Grand Hotel!" Rayne commented sarcastically, putting an arm around Xavier as they stepped inside, resting his hand in the small of the younger man's back where he could feel the warmth of Xavier's bare skin against his palm.

"PJ likes his space," Clay rumbled, hanging his jacket on an elaborate bronze hook in the hallway. "We have nine bedrooms. Which one would you like to play in ladies?"

Xavier arched a brow but couldn't help the little grin tugging at his lips. Clay's good humor with just about everything was infectious.

"Who's PJ?" he enquired casually.

"Jesus... how old is this kid?" Clay laughed, but Rayne was already shaking his head, taking control of the situation.

"He's a good friend, that's all. This is his playground. You'll probably get to meet him later"

"I don't suppose this place comes with a shower I could use?" Xavier asked, not worried but a little wary of just how many guys he was expected to please here. He was not generally overly fastidious but the sweat he'd worked up on stage had dried on his skin, and he always liked to get out of the carefully applied make up and hair products as soon as he could, following a show.

"Walk this way, young man," the big black guy chuckled, setting off across the hallway towards the centrally positioned stairwell.

Xav followed Clay up the stairs and into a bedroom suite, nicely appointed with an enormous bed and dark, heavy, expensive-looking furniture. He shed his clothes as he crossed the room, letting things fall where they would and somehow even managing to make peeling off the leather pants look graceful.

He passed Clay on the way through the bathroom doorway and gave him a little wink. Xavier had zero body modesty, as comfortable in his own skin as anything else. He left the door open and went to the glass and marble shower in the corner, adjusted the water temperature, and then stepped under the hot spray.

Nice, to just let the hot water beat on the back of his neck for a few moments.

~~~

In the bedroom, Clay exchanged a questioning look with his smaller companion. The big black actor was already peeling off his jacket and shirt, casting hungry looks towards the steam pouring out of the shower.

"He's a sweetheart," Rayne said evenly. "I'm glad you took me down there tonight. So young though."

"Thought you liked them that way," Clay winked at him.

"I do." Rayne wriggled out of his coat and unfastened the buttons of his fitted black shirt contemplatively. He cast his eyes up to the ceiling now, following the classic faux-Grecian lines of the coving and the lighting rose. "Are you going to tell him about the cameras?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"What he doesn't know, ain't gonna hurt him," Clay rumbled, dropping his pants to the ground and following Xavier into the shower room. Rayne Wylde rolled his eyes and shook his dark head. He wandered idly after his friend, still unbuttoning his jeans, too conscious of his own hunger to worry about PJ's hidden cameras.

Xavier turned under the water when he felt the bit of cooler air swirl in the steam around him as the shower door was opened. With his dark blond hair wet and pushed back from his face and most of the make up gone except for a couple faint traces near his lashes he'd gone rather dramatically from stripper to surfer boy. With the hint of a tan (all over of course) and his even white smile he would have fit right in on some glossy-paged beach mag. His age estimation also dropped a few years and he hadn't looked that old to begin with.

His smile widened as he took in both Rayne and Clay's curious expressions.

"Twenty-two." He answered the unspoken question with a little chuckle.

Barclay looked sceptical but Rayne flashed a feral grin that bared just a brief glint of his wicked dog teeth.

"You thought exactly the same thing with me the first time, remember?" he said, nudging Clay's arm. "None of you would believe I was twenty years old. Everybody thought poor old Ant had abducted me or something." He palmed a good splodge of liquid soap and began to apply it liberally to Xavier's naked back without waiting for an invitation. Within moments his hands were all over the young dancer's lean, warm body, stroking and exploring him smoothly. Clay moved to face the younger man and soon he had four curious hands wandering intimately all over his naked body.

Xav leaned back against Rayne, his hands sliding back so he could let his fingertips trace the outside of his thighs. Other then a small patch of gold curls trimmed close to the skin around the base of Xav's manhood everything else was smooth as a baby's butt. The soap made their wet bodies slippery against one another.

The only part of him that didn't look boyish was now standing to attention from the small, close trimmed patch of dark gold between his legs. His head tipped back when a slippery hand finally slid down his torso and caressed along his shaft. The slight undulation of his body pressed Xav's backside enticingly against Rayne and rolled him forward into the stroking hand in a smooth motion.

Rayne curled around him from behind, a possessive/protective gesture that wrapped Xavier in his slim, pale arms and allowed him to press his face into the hollow of the boy's neck, kissing him there softly and slowly. His hands conjured sensuous magic from the glistening wand protruding from the dancer's rocking hips. At the same time Clay's strong, dark fingers moved between Xav's legs, stroking the sleekness of his slender thighs as he touched his lips to the younger man's torso, drawing gently on the blond lad's nipples with his mouth and tongue. Standing this close to him was like basking in a flame. Behind him, Rayne Wylde was as cool as marble, moving against him in perfect synchronicity so that Xavier was able to feel the unmistakable signal of his arousal rubbing more urgently between the curves of his wet, soapy cheeks. He could also feel that Rayne was clean-shaven all over; his nude body as smooth and supple as new suede.

Xavier hissed in a little breath as a myriad of sensations collided in him. His hands came up to Clay's shoulders to steady himself for a moment and then he couldn't resist sliding them down the sculpted pectorals, fanning his fingers over the dark nipples before travelling lower.

Xav knew more than a couple of well-muscled studs and Clay could certainly hang in their league. His hands travelled down well packed abs then he circled one hand around the thickening length of cock in front of him and rubbed more firmly against the one pressing up behind. The desire to lick the rivulets of water running down that soft brown skin was too much and he bent his head to trace his tongue down the path his hands had just made.

That was definitely more then a mouthful Xav had in his hand and his mouth watered for a taste. An electric quiver went through him at the thought and with a soft sigh he slipped to his knees. The flat of his tongue undulated up the underside of the big dark shaft as sweetly as his body had undulated between them. His hands resting on Clay's muscular thighs, a purr of pleasure hummed from his lips against the head of Clay's cock as he teased there.

"Ahhhhh.... sheeeeeiiiit!" Clay groaned delightedly, stroking his fingers through the younger man's wet, blond hair and working that impressive length of muscle over Xavier's pretty face. Hot lips and tongue worked over Clay's impressive shaft, teasing until he had him slick, nice and wet, and fully erect. His lush lips parted around the smooth dark head and slid down further at the encouraging moan from above.

Rayne moved to his knees behind the dancer and carried on kissing him hungrily. It was easier to run his lips over the boy's slender neck and his tanned shoulders in this position and he bent his head to kiss the tiny crescent wounds in Xavier's upper arms, which were running with a little blood again under the hot water. His studded tongue caressed them one at a time, tasting and healing Xav simultaneously.

The sudden drowning feeling was back, sucking Xavier under as surely as he sucked down the thick cock in his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut and a moan vibrated through his chest. He didn't know what the hell it was; the way Rayne touched him set his blood pounding and he couldn't think straight.

~~~

The passion Rayne imbibed with the boy's body fluids almost blew him away. He could taste wariness and the shadow of past abuse in that brief sip from his companion's body. It was like catching the flicker of words on a page as he skimmed through a book; he saw fragments and nothing more. At the same time he was reading a powerful appetite for sex in the boy. He understood it, because he shared the same conflicts in his heart and his black soul.

Rayne knew he would have to tread carefully; he needed Xavier and Xavier seemed to want him just as much but he was wary of hurting the kid. The tantalising performance on stage had roused his hunger but now he wanted more. Much more! He just hoped that Xavier wanted it too. From the ravenous way he was lapping on Barclay's big black cock, he certainly seemed to.

The singer eased away from him again but maintained the contact of his hands on Xavier's body this time. As their lovely young mate tenderly worshipped Clay's magnificent phallus he carried on caressing Xavier's mouth-wateringly delicious body. Stroking his fingers down to the boy's firm, curvaceous arse he eased Xavier forward on his knees so that his sexy bottom was raised and accessible. With a little smile on his face he rested his chin on the boy's shoulder and whispered; "Eleven and a half inches! I bet you can't swallow it all!"

~~~

Not at this angle, Xav thought but yeah, he could do it. Richard was as thick and almost as long. He didn't bother coming up for air long enough to say so. Instead he spread his knees a little farther so he was lower and inched his lips an impressive distance down the big tool. Going slow, he pulled back some, taking the time to work him up and down several times before he relaxed his throat and slid his lips down to the base.

"Aaaahhhhh! Uuuuhhhhhh!" Clay moaned long and hard as he felt the boy's soft lips touch down in his crotch and the heat and wetness of Xavier's mouth and gullet around his prominent shaft. He leaned back against the wall, stroking his hands rhythmically through Xavier's hair as he pumped his tool into the young dancer's receptive mouth.

"Mmmmmhhhh, you are 'good'," Rayne breathed in his ear, then began to kiss his slow way down the boy's naked back, caressing his flanks and his hips, running his long cool fingers slowly over Xavier's thighs as his mouth moved down over each vertebra, slowly and surely, taking his time. When he reached Xavier's narrow hips he lingered a little longer, kissing and suckling on the soft skin at the very top of the cleft between his young mate's naked cheeks. At the same time his hands moved like a spill of silk over Xavier's lean, yet powerful thighs.