London Loves Ch. 11

"Not yet... I wanna hear it from you, Wylde. Tell me what you want," Gabriel hunched over him and surged against him full length, like a great, furry wave of darkness. Rayne wriggled into the thick pelt and whimpered huskily at the feel of it, hot and alive against his skin.

"Fuck you!" he gasped, as furious with his own treacherous body as he was with Gabriel Arden.

"Uh-huh... not what I wanna hear, Wylde. You come down here of your own will, and you was shuckin' your clothes like you wanted to wear some wolf fur, just a few minutes back." Gabe's tongue traced the undulating line of his backbone, all the way up into Rayne's dark, silky hair. "Get those pants down, deadboy! Undo that last button and I'll do the rest. You know you want me to."

Rayne huffed restlessly. He felt the animal hunger ranging under his skin, making his fingers twitch towards the silver buttons of his fly. Now, lying here under Gabriel Arden he felt the last, missing pieces of the jigsaw of memories slot into place. It had felt good under Xavier this afternoon but he had been aware that submitting to his sexy mate opened a door in his subconscious that had not been there before. Now he knew where that door led.

He reached down and popped the final button of his flyer, sliding the tight black denim down off his skinny hips. Thick, warm fur engulfed his naked buttocks, brushing up against his skin, caressing the backs of his thighs. And a long, searingly hot wolf-cock jutted up hungrily between his legs, pulsing and rubbing on his scrotum and balls. Rayne felt his own prick answer it, stiffening away from his naked body as he reveled in the power and potential dominance of his mate.

"Tell me what you want," Gabe Arden growled again in a low, guttural tone. "Tell me and I'll do it."

Rayne closed his eyes. He swallowed the bitter taste of bile and rubbed himself keenly back up against Gabriel's surging body.

"Fuck me," he said hungrily. "Mount me and fuck me, Gabe. I'm your bitch tonight."

"Oh yeah, that's more like it," Gabriel made a rumbling sound somewhere between a tiger's purr and a motorbike being started. His fingers, that were almost human, closed around Rayne's upper arms, drawing them back. His nails were more like animal talons and they bit into the soft white skin mercilessly as he pulled Rayne to his knees and lined up the head of the long, bone-cored shaft of his lupine cock against the soft, pink pucker of Rayne's exposed arsehole.

The vampire struggled instinctively as he was pulled back slowly onto Gabriel's thick, curved shaft. He ground his teeth furiously as that long, hard, animal cock bucked into him. Extended fangs sank into his lower jaw, drawing blood. The wolf was holding his arms and he could taste the spill of his own blood, dripping onto the dead leaves beneath him as Gabriel rode him vigorously in the woods. Soft fur caressed his bare back and buttocks and the contrastingly unyielding shaft between his cheeks pumped and stretched him hard, quickly lighting a fire under his sweet spot.

Rayne shivered with loose-limbed pleasure as Gabriel urgently stroked into him, fucking the tension out of his body hard and fast, the way he liked it. He could feel the wolf's hot breath on the nape of his neck and strong fingers that were not quite taloned wolf pads on his upper arms, digging into the soft flesh and firm muscle below. Gabriel scrabbled to his feet, squatting over the vampire as he held Rayne's upper body down hard with his hands and rutted savagely with him.

Rayne's fingernails dug into the loose soil and decomposing leaf matter beneath him as he searched for something to hold onto, something to stop Gabriel forcing him across the clearing and out onto the path with every thrust. He could feel the cool, clean-smelling earth on his face and chest as powerfully as the hot, rank, furry scent of horny wolf on his back. Above all of that he inhaled the smell of blood, not just of his own but of Gabriel Arden's pounding life force and the blood of whatever small beast he had hunted and killed earlier in the night. The blood was still matted in the fur of his semi-shifted body, reminding his mate that he was not all human.

The cock sliding roughly inside him was certainly not human. It felt more like an expensive dildo, firm and unbending inside him, but sheathed in velvet soft skin that moved with the sensitive muscles of his rectum, slipping and stroking over his clenching innards until he could not fight the low moan that rose in his throat. Each solid stroke drove a growl of need out of him, making him grip and writhe around the long, curving shaft in his anus.

Lust raked his belly and loins like hot claws as he bucked into each cock-thrust, letting Gabriel bury that bone in him all the way to his heavy, hairy balls. The were's big bollocks slapped against his own as he fucked Rayne harder and faster, panting with wolfish enthusiasm astride the smaller creature.

"You are one damned fine bitch," Gabriel grunted approvingly. "Just like I remember it, babe."

"Shut up!" Rayne hissed through clenched teeth. His fangs were pressing painfully into his lower jaw now but he refused to open his mouth. If he did, then he would almost certainly scream and he wasn't about to give Gabe Arden the satisfaction.

"To late to have second thoughts, deadboy," his mate chuckled huskily. "I'm nearly there now. No point playin' 'ard to get. We both know how much you're likin' this."

"Jesus! I preferred the bear, they don't talk as much!" Rayne panted, writhing against the shifting loam and leaf-bed as Gabriel too adjusted his stroke and position.

He slowed, pulling back a little and panting rapidly, letting Rayne know that he was genuinely close. In full wolf form he would not have stopped until his knot swelled inside the little vampire and his seed began to flow. Semi-shifted, he still had that thread of human consciousness that told him it would be more fun to prolong the act.

"And I forgot, you don' like to talk do you, Wylde? Don' like getting things off of your chest the usual way. You prefer to spill your guts for real." Gabriel hunkered down over him and let go of his mate's slender arms. He licked at the blood he had spilled, unafraid of tasting Rayne. The vampire had not fed properly in days. He was below full strength and his blood was little more than water even having sipped from Xavier in bed this evening.

Now Gabriel's claws were tickling across the vampire's heaving belly again, stroking over the scars on his soft, pale skin. Rayne tried to push them away but Gabe was faster, grabbing his skinny wrists and pushing them up above his head. He pinned Rayne's hands with one of his own then returned the other to the soft belly flesh, caressing more insistently. In this position he could feel the wet head of Rayne's erect dick nodding against the backs of his fingers.

"You wanna fight me still? I can feel it in you, bloody mental you are!" Gabe panted in his ear. He pushed one hard talon fiercely into Rayne's belly and the vampire's lithe body gripped his dick hard.

Rayne uttered a series of short, strangled noises as he bucked his hips hard against Gabriel's slowly thrusting groin. The claw slid out of his flesh and blood flowed thinly over the were's groping fingers.

"Tell me why you like it," Gabriel breathed. "I know why I like it. I'm the hunter, you're the prey, yeah? But what do you get out of this?"

"You're the analyst, the Healer, the... what the fuck do you call it?" Rayne spat at him vehemently. "You tell me! Shrink my head. I know that gets you hot!"

"Chovihano," Gabriel breathed along the curve of his neck. "Patrinyengo. I am Healer and weaver of spells. And, yeah, I know. You been putting scars in your flesh long before you was Turned. Letting out the blood to take the pressure out of your brain, just like the doctors of old used to leech their patients, yeah? It feels good, don't it? Being in control, makin' your own pain, not lettin' someone else do it for you?"

"Get off me!" Rayne planted his hands flat to the floor and pushed back hard. He almost managed to dislodge the powerful Roma were but Gabriel's hands were on his hips before he could scrabble clear, pulling him back.

"Not yet," he growled in a low, smoky tone. "Not yet. I'm not done with you my little wolf bitch."

"No!" Rayne threw himself down and twisted violently under Gabriel, fighting the wolf's superior reach and weight with all his strength as something dark and sinuous and malevolent began to coil and stretch in his brain, unfolding slowly, revealing its dark heart. He felt Gabe's long, curving rod rake around inside him and cried out involuntarily.

Gabriel's growl deepened and he shifted around to stop his cock being twisted half off inside Rayne then pinned the vampire to the floor and pushed deep into him again, burying himself inside as his captive thrashed and struggled under him. Rayne was half turned about, he had one knee over Gabriel's shoulder, the other hooked around his thrusting hips as he was slammed onto his back on the forest floor again. The were fucked him hard, one hand pressing down on his belly, the other keeping the raised leg from lashing out at his head.

Rayne went for his face, clawing at him like a cat and this time Gabriel lost his temper. Both hands moved to the vampire's slender thighs, wrenching them wide and he loomed over Rayne, backhanding him into the dirt. His teeth rattled in his head as the werewolf's fist connected with his skull and Rayne greyed out for a moment under him.

"Please!" he whined frantically as he passed out.

When he came to his senses everything was quiet, but Gabriel was still kneeling over him, head down, blood flowing from the gashes Rayne had put in his face and chest. His sides were heaving as he controlled his Wolf with a supreme effort. The vampire could feel the thickness of his cock-knot inside his own ring, holding Gabriel Arden in him like a mating dog on a bitch.

"Uhhhh... fuck! No!" he groaned despondently.

Gabriel's head lifted and he exhaled a sigh of relief. "I thought I'd hurt you!"

"You fuckin' did!" Rayne touched the side of his face which was still hot with the pain of Gabe's knuckles and the backs of his claws. He supposed he was fortunate that Gabriel hadn't lashed out at him open palmed. That might have cost him an eye.

"I'm sorry," the were told him contritely. "But you hurt me first."

"I don't have the energy to argue about this," Rayne grumbled. "Just get off me, will you."

"I can't," Gabriel panted. "Not till I've done cumming and my knot goes down."

"Ohh Jesus!" Rayne shook his head but that wasn't a good idea. He was still seeing stars for several seconds afterwards. "Smacking me into the floor made you come?"

"Nope," Gabriel forced a pained grin. "You buckin' and fightin' like a little wildcat underneath me made me come. Fuck it, Wylde, that felt amazing!"

Rayne shivered and Gabriel was immediately more careful of him. He eased the vampire's knees together, moving them back towards his chest so that he could slowly turn with Rayne until the trembling little creature was lying on his side and Gabe was able to spoon up against his back.

"Is that better?" he asked, sliding his arms around Rayne's quivering body.

"No." Rayne said in a small, fragile voice.

"Why did you come for this if you didn't want me to do it?" Gabe asked him, nuzzling his cold, white shoulder gently.

"I... I dunno," the vampire whispered.

"You're the only one that does know," Gabriel countered solemnly. "I can have a guess if you want."

When his belligerent, shuddering mate said nothing, the were kissed his shoulder softly. His clawed hands moved very gently up and down the lean, cold line of Rayne's waist.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he growled huskily. "Even knowin' what you are I can't fight that. There is somethin' irresponsibly sexy about you, Wylde. Somethin' that draws me to fuck the breath out of you."

Rayne closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. He gasped softly at the feel of Gabriel stroking slowly in him again, only moving less than an inch within him, locked into his body by the thickness of that cock-knot behind his straining ring. He wanted to slash at his own flesh and cut Gabriel out of him. But simultaneously he wanted to feel the were's powerful, hairy body over his again, pumping him hard until he could not breathe.

"You like being with someone stronger don't you? You can shuck off the responsibility then. Pretend it was someone else's choice?" Gabriel hazarded. "Are you gonna tell Dom that I raped you?"

Rayne shook his head at once.

"Good." Gabriel nuzzled the back of his neck. He rubbed himself full length against Rayne, enjoying the way that the little vampire returned the movement, squirming in his arms and pushing his silky white arse into his thrusting crotch. "By the horned God you're hot for it, aren't you?"

"I just needed... I needed to fuck without feeling anything," Rayne said in a trembling voice. "I needed to feel empty."

"Why?" Gabe breathed in his ear. "Because of him... your ex? Or because of what that fucker did to you when you was a kid?"

Rayne stiffened in his arms and struggled again. In that moment another memory wrenched free of the dark cloud wrapped around his past. He felt it crawl over his skin like an army of malevolent ants; the touch of unwelcome hands under his clothes; a hatefully familiar voice telling him so blandly that he could whine all he liked but no one would ever believe it; that this... fucking, was all he would ever be good for.

And god, you're good, Ray. Feels so good like this!

He shut his eyes tightly, pushing it away from him with all his inner strength, though he knew in that moment that he would never be strong enough. The last memories were clicking down, sliding into place like knives between his ribs.

As he quivered, Gabe wrapped around him like a furry blanket and stilled him with his whole body.

"Ssshhhhhhhh," he exhaled slowly.

"Dom 'told' you?" Rayne hissed incredulously. "He told you I was abused? He swore to me that he'd never tell anyone!"

"And you asked a lot of him, expecting him to carry a secret like that on his own," Gabriel rebuked him. "Dom's a good man but he's not strong. He feels too much for a man. The Goddess flows through him and he has her mercy and her sympathy but not her strength. Your secret was eating him up and so I made him share it. I've known for a long time."

"When we... when we were in the trap... did you know then?" Rayne half-turned in his arms, looking at Gabriel searchingly.

Gabe nodded his head once, his eyebrows coming together slightly. He saw the flash of anger in Rayne's pale eyes and his grip tightened on the vampire's lean body once more.

"You fucking treacherous bastard! You knew I'd been raped and you... you did that to me!"

"I knew you could take it, Wylde. I'd never have tried otherwise," Gabriel said softly. "Maybe my Wolf wouldn't have been strong enough to kill you but I didn't wanna take that chance and fight you instead. Dom would have had me skinned. And you liked it, don't lie to me. I could feel how much you were likin' it when we practiced. And how much you like this, now."

His hand stroked Rayne's belly again and slid down to the stiffness of his dick, rubbing the swollen flesh against the cold, silken skin of his stomach as he humped against Rayne's tight arse. The little vampire said nothing. He could not speak. The words were like stones in his gullet and he thought that he would be sick if he had to try and talk.

Gabriel's cock in his passage was a hot, soothing pleasure on the other hand. It was like having a fire-brand slipped into his arse, only the fire was liquid and it moved against his muscles and his skin feeling sinfully good inside him. As he rubbed himself on Gabriel's powerful body, the Wolf began to ease him up onto his knees again.

Rayne did not fight it this time. He let Gabe mount and ride him, stroking against him as he straddled the were's lean, hairy thighs. The vampire whimpered softly as he felt Gabriel thicken and burst in him, filling him with a slow, creamy heat. The whimpers rose to a low moan in his chest as he rode on the hot spike in his passage, driving it deeper as he felt the hard knot begin to melt, releasing him.

Gabriel's fingers moved to his cock, stroking rapidly just beneath the throbbing head as he growled his pleasure, seeding his naked mate copiously. Rayne shuddered as the thrusting in his narrow channel edged him up fast and hard. He mewed with need as the cum spurted from his cockhead and Gabriel's hot, panting breath poured over his neck and chest. The wolf eased back, slipping out of him easily and letting him go.

Rayne crawled away from him but only as far as the edge of the path, flopping down on his belly there and huffing quietly. He was sore and stretched inside but tingling with warmth as well. Gabriel sprawled on the ground, head cradled in his arms, watching the vampire warily.

"You awright?" he asked at last.

"No." Rayne curled up, wrapping his arms around his head, trying to shut everything out.

"You didn't remember, did you? Before tonight and my dick inside you, you didn't remember your uncle had raped you when you was a kid?" Gabriel shook his head, furious with himself for being so insensitive. Because when they had been caught in the trap together, Rayne had known about Dominic telling him. It had been another gap in his memories until tonight. "I'm sorry, Wylde."

But Rayne was gone. When he looked up the vampire wasn't there, he'd gone without a sound. His clothing was still spilled on the ground and Gabriel gathered it up and limped wearily back towards the house, hoping that would be where Rayne fled to.



Xavier slept like a stone, just like he had on their first night in Dominic Warren's home. All the energy they built throughout the day seemed to go right into speeding along his healing, and something about that knocked him out better than the pills the doc had given him. It wasn't until sometime in the morning that the dreams snuck up on him.

He was in a moonlit wood, standing in a small clearing. The trees swayed and sighed around him and he saw a man removing his clothes and then he recognised Gabriel Arden. The were turned suddenly, alarm on his handsome face. A face that looked several years younger than the Gabriel Xav knew.

"What are you doing here? Get out of here!" the wolf snarled at him.

"I-I...I'm sorry..." Xavier stammered. He couldn't take his eyes off Gabriel though. Something was happening, his body was changing, growing larger, and he suddenly threw his head back with a sound somewhere between a scream of pain and a fearsome howl. Xavier stumbled back several steps as flesh and muscles rippled, skin darkened and fur grew. He stood transfixed until the transformation was nearly complete, only it wasn't a wolf or a man in front of him but something in between, and it scared the shit out of him.

Xavier turned and ran. He somehow knew he shouldn't, that this was the worst thing he could do, but he couldn't help it. He ran and ran and he could hear the wolf-man behind him giving chase... and then the forest was gone and he was running through the London streets and he found himself at the back door of the old theatre Clint had taken him to. He pushed inside, heart still hammering and shaking from head to toe. The theatre halls stretched out and twisted and turned, maze like until he felt completely lost. He started to hear voices somewhere ahead, low whispering furtive voices and he slowly followed them.

After what seemed like forever wandering in the maze he came to a door and opened it. He was immediately grabbed and dragged inside. Hard hands shoved him down onto the concrete floor. The harsh smell of fuel and oil hit him, disorientating him. He could see Clint sitting on a table and the boy seemed scared shitless. He was biting his lip and he looked so much like a young version of his father it almost broke Xavier's heart.