London Loves Ch. 01

The train was not full, but nor was it completely empty. The booth opposite their own was not occupied but there was a businessman in the double seat beyond it and a young couple in the next table seat. An old fellow was reading the newspaper in the seat closest to the stairwell paying them no heed as Rayne pulled Xav into his arms and pressed his cold mouth hungrily to the younger man's lips, kissing him long and hard.

His hand slid down to Xavier's waist and wriggled under the hem of his shirt, caressing the firm lines of his bare belly beneath. In collaboration, Xavier laved Rayne's tongue in lazy seduction with his own, falling easily into the kiss with responsive warmth. His skin tingled where Rayne caressed him, little sparks igniting inside him as his cock thickened in the tight confines of his jeans. His own hand began to travel in slow caresses up and down the inside of Rayne's thigh as he returned the kiss with growing heat.

Immune to the restrictions of their location, Rayne began to peel open his lover's shirt one button at a time, kissing his slow way down Xavier's neckline, into the hollow of his collarbone and lower, down his slowly revealed sternum, parting the folds of material carefully as if he was unwrapping porcelain. He kissed and licked Xavier's bared chest, running the tip of his tongue delicately around his mate's stiffening nipples, sucking and nibbling on them as his fingers opened the rest of the shirt buttons.

Xavier slouched back in the seat, his body tilted to allow Rayne a clean line of access down his front. He pulled in a quick breath as his lover's cool lips closed over the sensitive peak of his nipple and squirmed ever so slightly as his dick tried to expand further. Finally he had to reach down and discreetly rearrange things to a more comfortable angle. Meanwhile, mostly concealed by the table, his other hand crept up Rayne's thigh and was now gently massaging and caressing the prominent bulge at the fly of his jeans. His fingertip traced circles around the denim-wrapped head, feeling the slight moisture of his lover's arousal through the flexible cloth and making his mate exhale a little sigh of pleasure across his belly.

Rayne's mouth was sliding down over his abs now, his tongue exploring the delicious flavour of his lover's skin. His hand preceded it and moments after Xavier reached down to manoeuvre himself, Rayne pressed down on his abdomen and let his fingers slip under the waistband of the young mortal's tight pants. His hand slid under the head of Xavier's cock, moving lower until his middle fingers were splayed either side of his root. He began to stroke up and down gently over the mound of Xavier's crotch as he kissed the boy's rolling stomach hungrily.

His own groin was bucking urgently against Xavier's fondling hand as they contorted around one another. Dominic twitched down a corner of the newspaper and cleared his throat pointedly.

"That really isn't advisable on a full stomach."

Xavier's expression was dreamy, he bit his bottom lip as he tried not to groan aloud at Rayne's deft caresses. He looked up when Dominic spoke, his pupils slightly dilated with desire. "You just like to pretend you're so proper." he said with a grin, imitating Dominic's cut crystal accent perfectly. "We're not going swimming, Dom... an' besides..." He cut off, sucking in a little gasp as Rayne squeezed him and sent a hot flash of pleasure racing through him. "...no one's gonna see anything, are they?" he finished breathlessly. He was referring to the little shimmer he'd caught out of the corner of his eye, like a curtain surrounding them, but if you tried to look at it directly there was nothing there. Dominic had done some kind of hocus pocus to obscure them, Xav was pretty sure of it.

"You..." Lord Warren remarked, pointing one long finger in Xavier's direction, "...are so bloody sharp you're going to cut yourself one day, young man."

"Lucky, he's got me around to lick it all up when he does," Rayne exhaled, coming up from a detailed exploration of Xavier's navel and undulating treasure trail. "Speaking of which..."

He deftly popped the button on Xav's jeans and his fingers tugged down the zipper smoothly so that his lips could continue on their downward passage. Dominic made a little gasping sound that might have been exasperation and might have been something else entirely, and retreated behind his newspaper again, although the broadsheet did quiver in his hands from time to time. Rayne's cool lips found Xavier naked behind his zipper, to his great delight.

"Ohhh..." Xav exhaled as his lover's lush lips touched the sensitive crown of his cock. His fingers curled lightly on the edge of the table, trying to stay still and not draw too much attention despite any mystical protection Dom might have afforded them. His other hand slipped into Rayne's pants, warm fingers wrapping around the vampire's erection and stroking him slowly.

"Ooohhh yeah!" Rayne whispered almost inaudibly, his breath coming suddenly faster and harder in the hollow of Xav's bucking pelvis.

Slim, cool fingers wormed under him, easing him free of the denim and Rayne's warm mouth engulfed his shaft, the hard little stud in his tongue stroking slowly up and down the throbbing vein that ran to his balls. Dominic abandoned all pretence of trying to read the paper in his hands lowered it slowly as he watched the two beautiful young men making out uninhibitedly in the seat across the table.

"Uhhh...Rayne..." Xavier purred his name as his lover went down on him. His cock was throbbing with need between the singer's lips and he moaned low in his throat as he worked the smooth bead of his tongue ring over him. His hand slid off the table and into the sable locks nodding in his crotch, caressing along his scalp encouragingly. "Oh, that feels so-o-o-o good."

Rayne's dark hair caressed his abdominals as he slowly moved his head back and forth, drawing Xavier this way and that in the sweet suction of his mouth. His fingers curled beneath Xav's balls, rubbing in a steady circle on the continuation of his shaft, deep between his legs. He was thrusting in his lover's hand, spilling a slow ooze of wetness on Xavier's palm as he writhed across the twin seats. For those few, delicious moments no one else mattered but his hot, horny lover. They might have been the only two people in the world.

Xavier flexed in tiny little thrusts, still trying to keep his movements to a minimum. His breath started to come in ragged pants as Rayne nodded up and down in a steady sensual rhythm and pressed into that sweet spot behind his balls. His fist moved faster on Rayne's hard cock, moving with slippery ease now up and down over his glans repeatedly, almost in tandem with Rayne's mouth on his own erection.

"Uhhh, oh, god... oh, so good, so good..." he whimpered, biting his lips to keep any more throaty moans from escaping. Rayne went faster, applying more suction and Xavier squeezed his eyes closed, his cock swelling even harder between his soft lips as he skated closer and closer to the edge.

"Rayne...mm-uh, ohfuckmm..." His head tipped back on the benchseat, his lean toned body going taut as his hips thrust up slightly. "Uh, I'm cumming!" he whispered hoarsely.

"Uhhh... mmmmmm, yuuuhhh," Rayne nodded his approval, angling so that the head of Xavier's throbbing dick was rubbing against the roof of his mouth, almost far enough back to slip into his throat, and his tongue stud could play over the sensitive ridges of his frenulum whilst he was firmly stroking the base of his lover's shaft between his thumb and first two fingers.

He swallowed the first burst of milky fluid greedily as Xavier's thrusting cock lurched between his lips.

"Sweet Goddess!" Dominic exhaled softly, with a little shake of his head. He was fiercely aroused and barely struggling to disguise it, his jeans unzipped and his erect cock in his pumping hand under the folded newspaper as he watched Rayne blatantly sucking Xavier off. The blond's hand was in Rayne's pants, working him vigorously as Rayne slurped and nodded in his crotch. Dom had seen it happen plenty of times whilst they were all lounging in various states of undress around Aldo's pool but watching it on public transport in the middle of the afternoon was something else entirely. "Come on, ladies!" he coaxed in a whisper, "I don't know how long I can keep this spell up."

Xavier shuddered through a last spasm and Rayne came up off him panting and licking his lips, his eyes huge and dark and glittering with barely restrained heat. Xav didn't waste a second, knowing that look, knowing he was close, he immediately switched their position, tugging Rayne's pants open quickly and swallowing his plum coloured head in his hot mouth without missing a stroke of his pumping fist.

Rayne slumped bonelessly in his seat, propped against the window like a mannequin, those searing eyes fixed on Lord Warren. Dominic held his gaze, filled up with the metaphysical heat he was sharing, working himself hard beneath the shield of his respectable Times and allowing himself a moment of silent envy for the two beautiful young men sitting opposite. Xavier's blond head bobbed rapidly in his mate's lap and Dom could hear him sucking and gulping as Rayne's fingers prowled through his tousled curls, pressing him down over and over. Gradually his own head fell back against the seat behind him and his ebony hair spilled over the pale blue upholstery as those unblinking eyes closed and his lips parted in a soundless moan.

He was writhing like a serpent, his dark shirt and pants open, exposing the pale ripples of his smooth, lean body as it surged and bucked. He was a turbulent sea being channelled and sucked into the silent whirlpool of Xavier's hot, wet mouth.

"Sweet Lady!" Dominic panted, invoking his pagan Goddess in a husky murmur. He could feel the energy they were creating prickling against his skin. It rode him like he was a part of their illicit coupling, joined yet apart from them. As Rayne began to peak, Dominic felt his own balls swell and tighten with desire and he twisted to one side, burying his face against the rough material of the headrest and fisting the lurching shaft of his cock until he spattered the sports pages with a hot shower of his seed.

"Fuck!" Rayne swore grittily, under his breath, pressing down hard on Xavier's head so that he could feel the heat of his lover's mouth against his urgently bucking mound. Xav's chin was grinding against his jolting balls as the answering explosion shook him. "Fuckin'... ohhhh!"

Xavier swallowed greedily, fondling Rayne's balls as they gave up their load into his mouth until his lover slumped back on the seat, spent. He let his lips caress softly over Rayne's twitching shaft as he came back up and tucked his lover's cock back into his pants before quickly putting his own clothes in order. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he smoothed his mussed curls with a casual rake of his fingers. "That was fun!"

Dominic was still huffing softly, staring at them both with a look somewhere between astonishment and amusement in his moss-green eyes. Several times he moved his hand to adjust the position of the folded paper in his lap but in the end he just left it there, laughing breathlessly to himself and shaking his head.

Rayne's fangs were still fully extended as he sprawled comfortably in the corner by the window, one hand gently caressing Xavier's arm and shoulder. He pulled the blond boy closer to him, close enough to snatch a kiss from his lips.

The scintillating 'curtain' Xavier had seen out of the corner of his eye had dissolved as Dominic was showing his enthusiasm for the sports section, but no one in the rail car was paying much attention to anything but their own musings and conversations anyway. Xavier met Rayne's mouth with a tender passion, his soft lips parting at Rayne's seeking tongue and mingling their shared taste of salty pleasure.

Dom wriggled himself back into his jeans with a little sigh and tugged up the zipper, depositing the slightly wilted newspaper on the table as he levered himself to his feet.

"I think I need to stretch my legs," he remarked with a little smile, giving the boys some alone time.

Rayne grinned at him as he slid out from behind the table. He picked up the discarded Times and licked the back page lasciviously. Across the aisle one of their fellow travellers raised an eyebrow at that, noticing them for the first time. The vampire winked at her and carried on lapping at the photo of some ecstatic looking footballer, on his knees and drenched with rather more than just the sweat of the game.

"You will get newsprint on your nose," Lord Warren warned him sagely.

"Worth it!" Rayne said with his mouth full. "You bastards have been eating for an hour! I'm fuckin' starving here!"

Xavier looked at Rayne with a soft low chuckle, his eyes half closed and looking very sexy as he watch Rayne lap the newspaper. "You want to grab a bite here or somewhere else?" he asked with a completely innocent expression.

Tossing the paper aside, Rayne curled around him again, burying his face in the warm curve of his lover's neck. He wrapped his arms around Xavier and snuggled close, ignoring the furtive glances of the couple across the aisle from them.

"Much as I'd love to suck on you some more," he murmured seductively, "you need a rest after the way I laid into you at Aldo's. I hate to admit defeat but I want you fit and well when we get home. I've got other plans for you, Miz Gavrilov."

Although he felt a small thread of disappointment, Xav did see the sense in what Rayne said. He felt fine enough now, but he knew when Rayne drank from him too much he sometimes got light-headed or tired easily. Besides, the way Rayne put it, and the way he licked the curve of his ear, set up a throb of anticipation that overrode any disappointment. He sighed happily and tangled his arms around Rayne.

"What do you got in mind...?" Xav asked, his breath crossing over the curves of Rayne's ear in a warm caress.

Before Rayne got a chance to answer though, the woman that had been casting disapproving glances their way made her move, marching over to them with a mask of mixed anger and disgust on her pinched features. "You perverts are going to hell! There are decent people here that don't want to see such disgusting displays!"

Rayne's passion-darkened gaze bled slowly back to ice green as his head tilted to face her. Ever so briefly he let his tongue flicker across his full lips and still quite protuberant fangs.

"The decent people had the decency not to look," he told her in a dangerously quiet voice. "We're not doing anybody any harm, princess."

"God says what you're doing is a sin!" the woman shot back as her face flushed another shade darker.

Xavier watched her with a somewhat curious half-bored expression, wondering if actual steam might come out her ears like a cartoon character. He leaned his elbow on the table and propped his chin in the open, upturned palm.

"Jesus save me... from your followers!" he muttered as the other hand made a sloppy, irreverent genuflection with an exaggeratedly limp wrist.

Rayne made a point of sliding his arm around Xavier's shoulders and licking his ear before murmuring; "Well when He pops round for a sherbert I'll have to ask Him exactly what He means by that. But, til then..."

He wriggled his fingers at her in a brief little wave of dismissal.

She was closer to Xavier and now she leaned forward and pointed a sharp-taloned finger in his face. "You are a sinner and you're going to hell!" she screeched again.

Xav thought it rather ironic that she had missed what they were doing in plain sight not ten minutes earlier and it was only the sight of them cuddling a bit that brought on this zealot fit. When she didn't back off though he started to get pissed.

"Lady, get your fuckin finger outa my face and fuck off!"

She gasped liked he'd suggested she go fornicate with Satan and drew back her hand to slap his face. Rayne was on his feet faster than either of them could blink. The look in his eyes was caustic but he moved like silk, very smooth and very strong, catching both of her hands before she could land a blow. He leaned in close and Xavier, sitting inches from him felt the air shimmer almost the way it had when Dominic wove his spell of distraction around them. This felt edgy though, a little prickle of hungry eagerness sown through it.

Rayne held her with his eyes, not saying a word as he raised one of her wrists to his lips and exposed his fangs.

Xavier stopped breathing, not sure what Rayne was doing but instinctively staying still and silent so as not to distract him. He felt the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck suddenly stand on end, and just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore and was about to whisper Rayne's name, the woman pulled her hands out of his and turned, walking stiffly back to her seat to sit and stare out the opposite window.

Xavier let his breath out slowly. "Stupid cow!" he muttered under his breath.

Rayne slumped back into his seat by the window, still staring broodingly at the woman who had accosted them.

"What?" Xav demanded, sensing some hostility and not quite understanding it.

"Now she's freaked out and she doesn't know why," the vampire exhaled, shaking his head irritably. "And I'm still fuckin' hungry. Go find me someone to eat!"

He managed a sidelong glance at his lover that somehow conveyed that he was not really angry, just a little bit frustrated. Xavier arched a brow at him, but he looked slightly amused.

"You want me to get you someone to eat?" he snorted softly. "I wouldn't think you'd have a problem finding someone yourself but..." He glanced around the car casually and unobtrusively pointed out the businessman with his head in his laptop. "I could get him," he said, and then wrinkled his nose slightly. "He's kinda old though."

Rayne's lips twitched but he murmured; "Well, you scared my last meal off. Mind you, I bet she'd have tasted bitter! Maybe if we both fucked her it would sweeten the jealous bitch up a bit!"

Xavier chuckled and shook his head. "Eww! You're better off with Mr. Laptop. I bet he's watching porn anyway."

As Xav was planning his seduction, said gentlemen looked up as if he sensed he was being stared at. Xavier didn't look away when he caught his eye, he just gave a slow smile and the guy quickly looked back down at the screen, a little flush on his cheeks visible even from that distance. Xavier turned and gave Rayne a slightly sly look, raising a questioning brow.

"I wouldn't have cruised him but blood's blood," the vampire said archly. "You're the one who'll be distracting him, anyway."

The look in his eyes was a definite challenge now. The man was risking another tentative glance and Rayne slid his arms around Xavier, kissing his ear as he murmured into it, but gazing very intently at the stranger. This time the man with the laptop did not avert his eyes so quickly.

Xavier gave Rayne and soft kiss and rose, wandering over to Mr. Laptop. "Pardon me, do you know what time it is?"

"Oh, sure, it's half past four," the man said, checking his watch.

Xav was relieved he spoke English, that might have been a glitch if he didn't. Not impossible, but more of a challenge anyway. Flashing his most charming smile, Xavier said; "Thanks," while making it obvious that he was glancing down at the other man's hands. His smile widened just a little. No ring, but a faint band of lighter skin around his left ring finger. Xav's eyes came back up and held his gaze for a moment or two before he slid into the seat opposite him.

"I'm not bothering you am I? Keeping you from work?" he asked indicating the laptop, and then held out his hand before he could answer. "I'm Xavier, by the way."