Dark Paths Ch. 07

"Mmmhhh... that feels so good, child," he whispered, breathing the words over Xavier's twitching sphincter as he humped his long, luscious cock a little deeper into the dancer's suckling mouth. "You give exquisite head, my angel. Let me feel your throat around my glans before I slide it back deep into your fuckable ass and give you what you long for."

His fingers thrust and twisted inside the boy, caressing his moist fundament, groping for the firm nub deep in his silken fuck tunnel that would make Xavier as helpless as a sex-doll and needy as a whore in his strong embrace.

Xavier swirled his tongue around once more before sliding Elian deep into his throat. His soft lips tightened around the shaft as they touched down on his smooth-shaven base. A moan quivered through his filled throat as long fingers stroked over the smooth gland inside. His cock felt like a steel pole jutting between his thighs, a thin trickle of precum wetting his head. He felt the moist tip of Elian's tongue lick up the drops greedily, lashing quickly over the silken smooth head of Xav's aching cock while his fingers stroked within.

Xavier's moans were needy little sounds, his hips pushed back, riding Elian's fingers.

Cool lips embraced his throbbing cock head. Elian stroked steadily between his jaws, enjoying the boy's rising passion. The gyration of his hips seemed to commute itself through Elian's tall, spare, tightly muscled frame and soon they were squirming and thrusting with delicious abandon on the soft white rug like the sigil of two dragons swallowing each others' tails; an unbroken chain, feeding on one another's' arousal. Each in turn was taking the pleasure to higher and higher peaks.

Elian maintained control, withdrawing from Xavier's mouth before his lust could find consummation there. His fingers slid wetly from the boy's clenching hole and he licked Xavier greedily between his firm, smooth cheeks, adding his own wetness to the delicious human musk as he steered Xavier onto his hands and knees.

Xavier felt a stab of frustration, he knew by the feel and taste of him that Elian had been edging close. Xavier's own rampant cock was twitching at the abandonment of Elian's mouth. He slid a hand down his body, stroking his aching prick as the Vampire's clever tongue wriggled in his hole again.

The slap that landed on his ass was very loud. Xavier yelped in surprise and flinched away, more from the unexpectedness of the blow than actual hurt.

Elian slapped him again with a little chuckle.

"You are such a bad boy, Xavier. No wonder the old man left you with me, you must be driving him crazy with lust you little tease!"

He parted the blond's firm, golden butt cheeks with both hands and wriggled the head of his leaking prick slowly into place against Xav's glistening hole, watching it open and close like a little mouth, gasping with need. Gripping the boy's slender hips he pushed himself in again, deep and hard.

Xavier groaned throatily. The entry was smoother this time. Spit and spunk easing the way, along with desire. His lean body writhed under the bigger man, his fingers tightening around his cock again as he stroked, hungry now for release after being teased so thoroughly. His head dropped forward as he fell into the rhythm of being fucked hard and fast from behind.

Elian uttered a sound that was half-laugh, half pleasurable growl as he straddled the boy more possessively, bucking deeper, increasing the urgency of his stroke within Wylde's pretty little concubine. He curled over the sexy young dancer's arching back and licked the nape of his neck as Xavier lowered his head. From the twitch of his shoulder and the judder of his lean frame he knew that his human mate was fisting his cock and let the boy get close before snaking his arms around Xav's body, pulling the youngster up onto his knees.

"No." He whispered the word but it might as well have been a command. Watching Coelho do a similar thing to Wylde today had been arousing but this was a hundred times better. "When I want you to touch your cock," he growled quietly in Xavier's ear, "I will tell you."

Xavier made a sound that was nearly a wail of disappointment. He had been very close indeed. His head was spinning with the sudden denial.

The Vampire's powerful hands raked down his lover's chest and caught Xavier's wrists in an almost painful grip, drawing both hands back behind him and holding them level with his own thrusting hips so that the blond youth was pinioned astride him, virtually sitting in his lap. Touching his lips to the sensitive bite marks once more, Elian fucked his throbbing sex all the way up into Xavier's writhing body letting his heavy balls bump steadily against the boy's clenching nuts before he sank his fangs into his captive's neck.

"Ahhh!" Xavier yelped. The pain of the bite was exquisitely sharp. His whole body stiffened, and then a hot wash of the most delicious pleasure rolled over him and he was melting against Elian's impaling body. "Ooohh…" he breathed. The flex and roll of his hips rode the Elder Vampire, grinding his sweet rounded cheeks into Elian's bucking groin. Being restrained only added to the fire.

He had been so close only moments before. His cock stood ramrod stiff from his body and his balls felt tight and heavy. The smallest touch would have set him off. The Vampire sucked greedily at his slender neck and another hot gush of warmth spread out over him, the long hard phallus pounded into him and Xavier came with a desperate, shuddering cry.

He had come a couple times from Rayne's bite without his cock being touched, still he was caught by surprise and too late to even try and control it. With no choice he let go with utter abandon, the white ropes jetting from his cock head in spurt after delicious spurt as he moaned his pleasure. He knew that the Vampire might punish him for it. The dominance and control he'd shown so far gave Xavier plenty of warning that he'd probably want to make Xavier beg before being allowed to come. He couldn't help it though, and if Elian got upset for fucking the come out of him it was his own damn fault.

Elian felt the boy's snug, wet chute suck him in and squeeze his sensitive sex with enticing vigour as Wylde's little dancer came like a fountain, riding him feverishly in the quest for his own selfish pleasure. It felt so delicious that he did not have the heart to chastise the boy. Although he did drive his twitching shaft up hard two or three more times, enjoying the suction of his young mate's climactic passage as he injected his seed into the youth with a roar of approval.

Releasing Xavier's arms, he sank onto the boy's back and licked at the blood dripping from his pale, hot neck as he rolled the dancer to the floor and curled around him.

"Beautiful," he sighed appreciatively. "I could get used to having you in my bed, Xavier Gavrilov. Perhaps I will keep you when all of this business is concluded and Wylde has returned to England."

Xavier was floating on the high of orgasmic release and the warm buzz that came with being bitten but even so the Vampire's words sent prickles of alarm racing through him.

"No! You promised you'd let us go." In his head he said the words vehemently, but they came out of his mouth rather more groggy and desperate sounding.

"I promised nothing of the sort," Elian rumbled contentedly, rubbing his potent body stealthily against the young human in his arms. "I promised that in return for the favour of Jabez Everman and a night of incredible passion with you I would try to ensure the release of the Wylde creature from Coelho Lagrada-Diaz. I will do that. But I did not promise to release either of you, Xavier. If I decide to keep you, who is going to argue with me? Your boyfriend has been foolish enough to argue with one of our kind, I doubt he will be so foolish a second time!"

He licked the young man's neck again and rubbed himself up more urgently between Xavier's buttocks. His cock quickened at once, already up for more action with the pretty dancing boy.

Xavier huffed out a breath as he was vigorously entered again. A scathing denial was on the tip of his tongue, but he checked it before it got loose. He could argue their agreement now, which would only antagonise the Vampire and possibly even make him change his mind about helping at all, or he could bide his time. If Elian got Rayne free from Cole Lagrado and then tried to welsh on the rest of the deal they could figure out what to do then.

"Good boy," his Undead mate growled hungrily in his ear taking Xav's silence and lack of resistance as a sign of his submission. He rolled onto the young man and began to thrust into him fiercely once again. "You know which side your bread is buttered. I like that in a human slave."

He nipped Xav again, not biting deeply but just letting him feel the pressure of those dangerous fangs on his skin, puncturing him and taking the twin beads of blood that answered the call. His cock pulsed steadily in the wetness of his mate's well-inseminated anus as he licked and sucked on the young man's neck.

Xavier bristled and again a hot objection rose to his mind if not to his lips at being called 'slave'. Impetuous and sharp-tongued as he could be he was not stupid, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. His body's reactions were not so easy to control. Angry and worried as he was he couldn't stop the tingling response, especially when Elian drew blood and shivers coursed down him, making his traitorous cock twitch and stir once more.

Xavier whimpered, eyes closed and legs spread as the bigger man pinned him to the floor, his bucking thrusts driving Xavier's stiffening prick into the soft carpet underneath. He was taking it slower this time, if not less vigorously; drawing out his pleasure as he used Xavier's tight young body. Long minutes went by and the slow and deliberate stimulation of his prostate and cock had its effect, as did the helplessness of being pinned to the floor and the occasional pin picks from those needle sharp teeth.

Xavier couldn't stop it any more than the first time. He felt the shiver of pleasure that coursed from his colon to his groin, the tightening tingle in his balls, and spurted his seed as Elian drove harder and faster inside him.

"Uuuhh! Uuuuh! Oh, fuck… ohhh fuck, yes!" he panted.

This time Elian Iannopoulos did not come in him. He rode the waves of pleasure emanating from Xavier's trembling body, pulsing in him rhythmically until the young man's cries of unfeigned ecstasy faded into little gasps and moans under him. The boy was so warm, and so delicious. And the night was still young.

Smoothly the Vampire pushed himself to his feet, slipping out of Xavier's twitching ass, still hard and glistening. Bending to run his fingers through the dancer's unruly blond hair, he caught a handful and pulled the boy to his knees with it.

Xavier knew what was desired and obediently opened his mouth. He ran the flat of his tongue up the underside of his mate's slippery turgid staff, tasting the bitter salty mix of come and his own musky flavour. The plum of Elian's engorged head slid between his lips and Xavier took him down with deep sucking strokes of his soft mouth.

"Mmmmm...." Elian rumbled hungrily, pulsing between the boy's lips, still tugging on his fair curls. He loved the feel of the boy's silky tresses between his fingers almost as much as the pull of Xavier's skilful lips on his cock. "That is good boy. You are well trained!"

Xavier seethed but showed no outward indication. Just get Rayne free you fucker, he thought as he sucked hard and fast enough to hollow his cheeks. He was experienced in how to get a guy off as quickly as possible, the quicker you could turn the trick the better, and he applied himself with diligence to that task, blocking out all else for the time being.

Elian took his time, but when the explosion came he pulled back, stroking his shaft and ejecting his seed, with a cry of satisfaction, over Xavier's face and into his half-open mouth. He stroked the boy's blond curls almost affectionately.

"You are so pretty," he crooned. "Come to my bedroom now, sweet thing. Let's see how you like to play nasty games, shall we? I imagine the English creature has taught you plenty of intriguing perversions in his bed. And you enjoyed every moment given your devotion to him. I will enjoy extracting the details from your mind and inflicting them on Wylde tomorrow evening, once he is mine. Never fear, Xavier, I will let you watch me fucking your pretty boyfriend."

He kissed Xavier's mouth and licked his semen-covered face lasciviously.

Xavier rose slowly but his mind was already rebelling. He would not let the Vampire in his head. He could keep him out the way Dominic had showed him. He would not give him even one intimate little detail. He repeated and strengthened his resolve over and over as he followed Elian into the bedroom and was swiftly pushed down and spread out over the bed. Elian Iannopoulos could have his body, but not his mind. Never that!

He managed to keep this resolve over the next few hours as the handsome Vampire fucked him as if he would never tire, and never be satisfied enough. Fortunately Elian seemed both amused and intrigued that Xavier could keep him out. Even when Xavier was brought to another shuddering orgasm, he did not let the shield slip, would not let Elian penetrate into his thoughts and emotions the same way he penetrated his lean warm body. Unfortunately, although his cock seemed inexhaustible Elian's patience was not.

So far this night he had only bitten deeply the once, drinking a satisfying gout without taking too much. The rest were all little nips and nicks, a few drops licked from his skin. Now he flipped Xavier to his back and grabbed a fist full of silk blond curls, pulling his head back to stretch his neck in a long line. He let Xavier see the wickedly sharp extended canines and he hissed menacingly before he struck. He bit him deep and savagely with a low growl of satisfaction as fresh hot blood flooded up into his mouth.

Xavier gave one terrified scream, his hands clawing futilely at Elian's naked back. The pain of the teeth sinking into him was nothing compared to the mental battering ram that broke apart his inexperienced shielding and ripped those things that he had so determinedly tried to keep from the Vampire out of his memories. The scream died to a desolate sound that was very close to a sob. In his short mortal life he had been forced into sexual situations many times, but he had never felt more violated then he did now with Elian Iannopoulos raping his unguarded mind.

Elian seemed almost disappointed in him when he finally rose from gorging on Xavier's blood and emotions. He spent himself in the boy one final time, uttering a low growl of lust and satiation as he sank down, curling around the shuddering, weeping creature beneath him.

Beyond the tall, arched windows of his elegant yet not ostentatious bedroom the inky darkness of the night sky was slowly melting into a cool, pearl grey, whispering of the coming dawn. The Vampire rolled off him and stretched his long, lean limbs with a lasting sigh.

"Wylde's cerebral control is intermittent and it is not strong," he murmured huskily as if this thought had been preying on his mind even during the night of seemingly endless passion. "He did not teach you that little trick, child. If you stay with me, I can show you how to close your mind to all but the very strongest of probes and keep your shields intact." He stroked Xavier's hair, observing the young male as he lay curled up like a wounded animal, trying hard not to cry out loud, his face buried in his arms. "It would please me to take you from him. Truly he is not worthy of you, Xavier. But you should rest now. Tonight when I bring your pathetic mate to you he will need your remaining blood. I saw the hunger in his eyes this afternoon as he cowered at Lagrado's feet. They have starved him and forced him to heal himself over and over until he can barely think of anything else but blood. It will be interesting to see if he can keep himself from ripping out your throat."

THE HIGHEST BIDDER

Rayne Wylde was tired and still in very real pain when they came for him the following morning. Barely able to stand, he was taken to a stark, white-tiled chamber where he was washed inside and out and his body powdered and oiled. Clothing was provided although he quickly figured, examining the tiny pair of black, clingy shorts and the open fronted black mesh shirt, that nakedness would be just as easy for his tormentors to deal with.

Finally, clad in the revealing garb and a pair of knee-high, flat-soled, lace-up black boots he studied his reflection and thought that he resembled nothing so much as an undersized wrestler. If there was a competition to find the world's puniest wrestling star then he was it. He would have laughed if it hadn't hurt so much.

He was taken to a different chamber once he was prepared; a smaller audience room than the one where he had been humiliated yesterday. There was a long, open-ended leather sofa and a couple of deep, comfortable looking chairs at one end and a polished wooden desk at the other. Cole Lagrado was sitting behind the desk and three other Vampires occupied the chairs and the lounger. They all looked with interest and no small amount of lust at the semi-clad Fledgling.

"Very pretty," the one on the sofa said appreciatively.

Rayne looked him over, keeping his face devoid of expression. He could tell straight away that this was an old, old Vampire. His aura was deep and full of shimmering shadows. Perhaps he was older even than Lagrado, but he maintained a polite deference... no, not deference but he was pacific in the presence of the more dominant Vampire. From his appearance he had probably only been in his twenties or early thirties when he was Turned and his attire was casual; an open necked shirt and dove grey jacket over black leather pants and boots. His pale hair was short around his ears and the nape of his neck but a little longer on top and he was clean-shaven and quite smart yet Rayne could imagine that he was not afraid to get his hands dirty.

He cast his eyes over the other two, who were both younger vampires. One, who looked about 19 under his lick of butter-coloured hair, was actually nearer two hundred years old. He was a bit scrawny but there was a keen, almost maniacal look in his pale blue eyes that Rayne found disturbing. His mode of dress was a confused mish-mash of different styles, all of them outmoded. He found himself thinking that just as not all gay men were automatically stylish, neither was it true that all Undead were effortlessly glamorous. This one was neither. In spite of his apparent youth he dressed like his grandfather and seemed as if he should be about 50 years old; pinched and tired and probably a bit mean-spirited to boot.

The third was sitting back, at ease, in the chair by the door. He wore black chinos and a dark shirt, buttoned right up under a sleeveless leather waistcoat. His dark hair was buzz-cut close to his scalp. The bearing and look were both military but something about him gave Rayne the creeps straight off. His eyes were kind of dead; emotionless. Physically he seemed to be a man in his mid to late forties but he was the youngest of the Turned; Undead for less than a century, by Rayne's skilful calculation. The young Englishman felt a shiver of pain in his gut when the third Vampire looked at him. He was not sure how he knew it but his senses were telling him that this bastard liked it to hurt. Blood and screaming both did it for him, but he fed on fear as well. He and Cole were well matched.

"Come to me," Lagrado said coldly. He had risen and was pointing with his crop to a spot by his right foot.