London Loves Ch. 02

His memories were still confused but he was sure that he would have remembered being in a relationship like this before. He needed to open another window into his past and he hoped that when Matty showed up that would help. The impulse to ring Matt Greening had been automatic, even though if asked he would have had trouble remembering the other man's name. Maybe biting him would help. He hoped so.

For now he just snuggled closer to Xavier, enjoying the warmth he shared so freely.

"We can move to the bedroom if you want," he suggested huskily, licking Xavier's earlobe and kissing him there.

At the moment Xavier was amiable to just about anything Rayne wanted, but that was one suggestion he found particularly enticing. He smiled a slow sexy smile at Rayne.

"You come up with the best ideas sometimes," he teased and let Rayne pull him up from the futon and lead him naked through the house toward the bedroom.

It had been dusk when they came in and now it was full dark but Xavier followed Rayne though the gloom of the inner hallway without any problems. In the bedroom Rayne turned on a bedside lamp and Xavier was happy to see more colour in this room than there had been in the lounge. The dark wood floors carried through into the bedroom and the walls were a sort of deep rust colour, saved from feeling too dark and cave like by the fact that the room itself was very spacious. The accent colours in the drapes and on the bed were done in lighter coppers, creams, and pale green. The bed was big enough for about six people (which didn't surprise Xavier, and made him smile) and had a heavy wrought iron frame that made him think that maybe Rayne hadn't been joking about chaining him up to it, and that sent all sorts of delicious ideas running though his head.

The overall feel of the room was warm and safe, like a sanctuary, and Xavier liked it instantly. He liked it even more when Rayne pulled back the bedspread and tumbled him across the sheets, coming down over him and resuming where they'd left off. Sprawled on the cool comfortable bed-sheets, Rayne began an intimate oral assault that lasted the better part of the next thirty minutes. He took his time, kissing Xavier long and slow on the mouth, his tongue exploring within as his gentle hands meandered over his lover's beautiful body. Long fingers combed through Xav's damp golden curls and snaked down the back of his neck as Rayne's mouth found the pulse in his throat and began to kiss and suckle on him there. He was intensely aroused by the thump of Xavier's heartbeat beneath the delicate layers of skin.

Rayne's cock throbbed against his lover's naked belly as his hands caressed up and down Xavier's back and the blond arched up off the mattress, pushing against him like a contented cat. The Vampire's lips curled in a smile as he drew his tongue slowly down the line of Xavier's collar bone to his torso and began to plant small, tender kisses on the moist flesh of his heaving breast. He cupped and squeezed the small, firm globes of his young mate's incredibly sexy arse and flicked the tip of his teasing tongue against the stiff buds of Xav's erect nipples, loving the way that he bucked and writhed when he was licked there.

"You are so fuckin' gorgeous," Rayne whispered to him, his breath flowing like a warm balm over the damp skin below.

Xavier's lean graceful body undulated slowly with Rayne's every touch, moving with him almost as if he knew where he was going to stroke or kiss or lick next, before even Rayne did. The smooth feel of the tops of Rayne's sharp teeth skating over his pulse sent electric tingles dancing across his skin and his cock stiffened to full attention once more. He moaned softly, longing for his lover's bite, but at the same time wanting to hold off, almost like when he couldn't decide if he wanted to cum or make it last. He wanted Rayne to bite him but was glad he held off because he could go on for a long time like this but if Rayne bit and fed from him deeply he would be done for the night.

Rayne thoroughly explored him with his mouth and Xavier thoroughly enjoyed every minute, then Xav tilted his body and switched their position, taking his turn to caress every inch of his lover with his lips and agile tongue. He moved down Rayne's slim body, tasting his skin as he went. After a long stop at his hard cock he kissed down the inside of his thighs all the way to his ankles. Kneeling between Rayne's legs he held his calf in one hand and stroked Rayne's cock with the other as he nipped at the side of his toe then laved it with his tongue. His half-closed eyes watched Rayne's expression. Some guys thought it was just fine to rim their asshole but got freaked out if you touched their feet.

Rayne just melted into the firm but yielding embrace of the mattress and let Xavier guide him with his mouth and his clever fingers. The toes of his other foot stroked up and down his lover's naked back as Xav explored him, happy to let him set the pace for a little while. That was another thing, Xavier knew how to touch him. He was so comfortable with the blond's skilful caresses.

It was almost scary to be back here in the place that he called home. Something was sure to wreck this bliss. He had a sinking sense of prescience about it but tried to push it to the back of his mind. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was just not being able to remember everything that was making him paranoid.

This felt almost too good to be true.

Xavier continued to lavish attention on him, knowing each of Rayne's most sensitive erogenous zones and taking his time to pamper him the way he liked it. Only when the vibe started to change, when they were both moving from enjoying the sensual play back into wanting something harder, did he move Rayne's legs apart further and push his knees back up towards his chest. He dipped down to lick a wet line between his lover's cheeks and tease his puckered hole with his tongue.

Rayne almost always like to top him, but when he was particularly mellow and in just the right mood he liked Xavier to lead. Xav ordinarily didn't move in that direction unless Rayne asked for it, but he could just tell right now that this was what his lover wanted. Scooping Rayne's knees over his arms he leaned forward, nudging his hard leaking cock head up between his cheeks and slowly pressing it down on the dimple between them. He let his body weight press him in further until he was buried deep and his lips touched down on his mate's cold mouth, kissing him with rising passion.

Rayne melted around him, hooking his knees over Xavier's shoulders and upper arms, running his feet up and down over his naked back and rising and falling arse as they coupled on his bed. He uttered a low, long groan and began to writhe against Xavier eagerly as he felt the blond sinking slowly into him, filling him with that lush heat.

"Christ! That is just... ohhh fuck... so good!" he exhaled in a soft whisper.

"Mmmm, yeah..." Xavier breathed into his mouth between kisses. He slid his arms around Rayne, pulling him down on his cock with each thrust of his hips, fucking him steady and deep. "You feel so good..." he murmured, kissing down the side of his throat and nipping him there lightly. "Like that, sweetheart...?"

Rayne's hands stroked into his blond curls and by way of a reply he towed Xavier's mouth back onto his, kissing him ravenously as he rode the strokes of his lover's beautiful hard penis inside him. If this was his fate, he would relish it.

Xavier kissed him with heated passion, his hips bucking harder and faster into the tight grip of his lover's body. His hands slid further up Rayne's back, curling over his shoulders. He rode him long and deep for a good while, then slowed, not wanting to end it and then began to build them both up smoothly again. He lost track of time, lost track of how often he brought them up to the edge without tipping them over. All he knew was that it was long and sweet and hot.

By the time he was ready to end the sensual tease his skin was slick with sweat, little beads of perspiration running down his body, his breath coming quick and rough in his throat. He rolled agilely to his back, pulling Rayne up on top of him without even missing a stroke. One hand gripped his hip and the other wrapped around Rayne's jutting cock, stroking him in long firm glides of his hand as he bucked up into him like his life depended on it.

His lover moved astride him as if they were magnetically linked, sliding smoothly into place over him and riding down to meet each upward thrust into his body. Rayne's eyes were closed and his long, black lashes curled like commas, punctuating the paleness of his smooth cheeks. Small white teeth clenched fiercely behind his parted lips, glistening with the moisture of their hungry kisses. He moaned a low note, deep in his throat and a little quiver ran through him as Xavier's hand worked him over. Each time his palm caressed the underside of Rayne's cock head, the vampire shuddered again, keening urgently, his spill slicking Xavier's deft fingers.

Rayne drove down harder, making his dark hair sway like a damp curtain across his face. The whimper in his throat became a growl as he rose and fell and twisted like a lean, nude cowboy in the saddle of Xavier's jolting pelvis.

"Oh god! Ohhhhh my fucking god!!" he panted as the rapid pulse within him lit the spark that tickled the fuse, that blew the centre of him all to hell and back. He lurched in Xavier's pumping hand and blasted the blond's chest and handsome, sweat-sheened face with several good hard bursts of hot, pearly semen.

Xavier licked his lover's salty spunk from his lips, his tongue coming out to lap up the strip that had landed on his chin while he still pumped his hand up and down on Rayne's throbbing cock.

"Uhh! Oh fuck...oh, Ray!" He cried out his name as he started to come inside him, before the last quivering pulse of his lover's orgasm had even stopped squeezing around him.

Rayne folded bonelessly against him, gasping almost as if he was in pain as his trembling arms wormed beneath Xavier's body. He slumped against the small inferno that was his bucking, yelping, frantically orgasmic lover and pulled him into a deeply appreciative embrace. Sucking in a slow, shuddering breath he squeezed his glutes tight, clenching and releasing around Xavier as he felt that hot, beautiful cock begin to burst inside him.

"Jesus!" he exhaled in a small voice. "Uhhhh... sweet jesus, Xav! So... fucking... Ohh!"

He shook his head, lost momentarily for words. Instead he clung to his sexy, delicious young lover and held him as tightly as his quivering limbs would allow.

Xavier's heaving, bucking body eventually slowed as the powerful pulses coursing though him faded. His own arms had wrapped around Rayne and he hung onto him like he thought he might float away if he let go. Gasping for breath, heart hammering in his chest, he cooed happy, contented, nonsensical things, and if he didn't utter those three little magic words he still let Rayne feel how much he loved him with every frantic beat of his heart. He felt the sharp nick of Rayne's teeth at his throat, just enough to spill a few drops and he shivered, a little moan escaping him as Rayne's tongue licked over his skin.

Eventually his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal. His limbs felt like lead, the mattress under him (which was incredibly comfortable, managing to be somehow both soft and firm) seemed to suck him in, willing him to keep his eyes closed and tumble down into sleep.

"That was fantastic..." he whispered against Rayne's temple, still holding him tight. There could not possibly have been a better way to spend his first night in London, he thought with a sleepy grin

Rayne folded around him, his body fitting snugly into every curve of Xavier's hot, tempting form. He let his lips and hands slide over the younger man's skin as he whispered; "Get some rest. You're gonna need it!"

Xavier chuckled softly, not at all unhappy with that prospect. His fingers stroked absently along Rayne's back, but his eyes felt too heavy to open and after a little while he did succumb to the pull of sleep, blissfully content and peaceful.

PROWLER:

When Xavier's breathing slowed to a rhythmic rise and fall under his hands that he could measure time by, Rayne gently eased himself out from the tangle of his limbs and wrapped the heavy folds of the duvet around him. The apartment was protected, he was not sure how he remembered that but he had some idea that the protection came from Dominic Warren. Xavier would be safe here. But the vampire was hungry and he had already taken enough blood from his beautiful mate.

Planting a fond kiss on his sweat-damp forehead, Rayne rose from the bed and made his way by touch through the silent, dark, spaces of his home. As his fingers brushed over certain objects he found himself assailed by random memories, little pieces of thought and emotion. The stone bookend that Sadie had made for him; a little fragment of pumice from some beach many years before; those peacock blue crystal doorknobs that he bought in Covent Garden with Matty so very, very long ago.

He let his fingers release the faceted dome and walked into the cool, moonlit space of his bathroom. There were two bathrooms in the apartment. One adjoined his bedroom and there was another leading off the corridor from the kitchen that his guests could use. He made his way into the cool, spacious, silvery gloom of this chamber now.

The water felt good, cascading down on him, cold but utterly reviving and refreshing. He loved to immerse himself in water like this. Usually he liked it piping hot but tonight the chill was fitting. He was still warm from his urgent union with Xavier. Sometimes that was good and he clung to the heat from a lover as long as was decent but tonight he needed a clear head. Tonight he needed to hunt.

It was never properly dark in London. The city street lights cast a sickly pall through the torrential rain, spilling over the night sky. It was like eternal twilight even at four in the morning. Not everyone slept either. There were always prospects lurking in the shadows.

Rayne took them without thinking. It was so easy.

With Xavier he was always careful but it was different out here. The night unclouded his senses and suddenly everyone was blood. He could feel them and smell them before he saw them, sensing their type even before he bit down and let the heat and the coppery warmth spill into his mouth. The night was filled with pissed up, drugged up club bunnies, ripe for the picking and he tapped their sweet veins without a moment's hesitation. This was the truth then. He was a monster; a leech.

Not so much of a leech that he could not pull back and enjoy the dazed, appreciative kiss of his buxom blonde victim, however. Her mouth was silken soft on his, kissing the beautiful, shadowy predator gratefully as he enjoyed the hot spill of her blood, sliding down his gullet, sating his ravenous hunger.

He flagged down a cab and put her into it when he was done, sending the girl home. After the black taxi rattled away into the night he was still hungry. There were times when he understood why the older vamps and the less ethical ones just picked a victim and drained them. It did not make him like them though.

The hum of traffic was just winding up and the low rumble of the underground trains creeping like vast steel caterpillars beneath the streets of west London added their counterpoint to the early morning symphony. He could hear birdsong now and the air was cool and comforting on his face. It was the smell of home. The rain had stopped and he walked back towards Portobello Road but turned right, heading for Notting Hill. He was not sure how he knew which way to go but he followed his instincts.

He had been walking for several minutes when he became aware of the footsteps of his shadow. For a little while he walked on, pretending not to have noticed, then turned smartly into one of the gated gardens off Kensington Park Road. He moved into the shadows beneath the trees there and waited for the small, black-clad, hesitant figure to follow.

The boy lifted long white hands to his hood and pushed it back, almost sniffing the air. His upturned nose twitched a couple of times and he turned his head, looking into the undergrowth where Rayne Wylde had been standing moments before. As he took a step in that direction, the vampire slid out onto the path behind him and the speed of his attack carried the younger man into the bushes and threw him up against the bole of a plane tree.

A hand slapped over his mouth before he could scream and Rayne bit him hard on the neck, just beneath his right ear. The blood and memory swirled through him, filling him with energy and an intense, mindless rage. He did not take much but it was enough. Pulling back with a hiss of restless anger, he shoved the boy away from him and turned, shaking his head as more missing pieces of the jigsaw slotted into place.

The boy - Clinton Radley, he had a name now - stumbled and reached out to catch himself against the trunk of another tree, turning as he did so with outrage in his glistening golden eyes. He touched a hand to the bite on his neck but it was already healing and the young lad found himself suddenly face to face with the man his beloved mum had fervently believed was his biological father. A man still licking Clinton's blood off his fangs and his soft, cold lips.

Rayne stared back at him, suddenly realising that neither of them had ever properly acknowledged this fact. Clint had been staking him out for years, since he was about eleven years old, in fact. He was a regular fixture on the doorstep of the singer's house but he never told Rayne Wylde why he was there and Rayne, though he had sensed through the scent of Clint's blood that the boy was kin to him, had never spoken to him of the matter or even asked him who his mother was. Paternity suits were a fact of life in the music industry and given Rayne's lifestyle, he was no stranger to them. But Clint never asked him for anything. He seemed content just to be close to the singer. Although right now that was questionable.

"You fuckin' maniac!" he yelped in a shrill, anxious tone, rubbing his neck and staring at his hand in bewilderment as if he expected there to be more blood. "You fuckin' bit me!"

Rayne licked his lips again. The boy needed a wash but his blood was sweet. Jabez had been right about that. His Sire had been trying to convince him for years that he ought to build up a reserve of potential feeders who were not only blood descendants but offspring fathered since he was Turned. They were born Dhampir, the Everman claimed, able to smell out vampires, but also carriers of the richest, sweetest blood. Just a few drops of blood from a Dhampir of his line would give him more strength than pints of ordinary mortal swill; his Sire's words, not his own.

With Clint's blood came that memory, unbidden, and more; a sense of the boy's hunger and loneliness that he had never previously even guessed at. He lowered his head, suddenly ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I won't touch you, I just... I was pissed off that you were stalking me again. I thought after the last time, after the court order and everything that this was gonna stop." Rayne looked up at him, his face very quiet and serious.

"I 'aven't got anyone else," Clint said, a shade defiantly. "Gran and Gramps dumped me. You're all I've got left now."

"I can't adopt you, Clint," Rayne told him wearily. "It's not that easy."

"I'm not asking you to," the boy retaliated. He shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? I never said a word to that judge about the reasons why I was following you. Did you never wonder why?"