Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 01

Aldo leaned into him, the glossy head of his long, beautiful cock finding Xavier's recently vacated, and very receptive passage with the precision of a guided missile. His strong arms pulled the younger man firmly against him as he steadily thrust his rigid tool into the yielding wetness of the boy's chute. If he had doubted for one moment that Rayne had already taken him, the evidence wiped those doubts from his mind. Aldo grinned more broadly as he took advantage of his friend's thoughtful preparation.

"Mmmmm... you just can't get enough, can you?" he growled huskily into Xavier's mouth, seconds before he kissed the blond again.


Xavier could only groan in response, the feel of that big tool sliding into him was like being impaled on a spike. Aldo was not the only one glad for sloppy seconds. Taking that big cock dry would have been murder. As it was Xav squirmed and moaned through the first few urgent thrusts until he got used to the stretch and burn, and then he could relax a little more. By this time, Aldo was almost all the way in him.

His back pressed up against the wall gave Aldo the leverage he needed. Xav pivoted his hips to meet each thrust, his legs wrapped around the strong body holding him in place. He liked the way Aldo kissed; he was a big fan of a great tongue and returned the enthusiastic forays into his mouth with enthusiasm.

"And I thought you didn't like me!" Xavier teased breathlessly between hot kisses.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Aldo's lips hovered over his mouth as he pulled Xavier more tightly around him, rocking steadily into him, and riding the wave of the younger man's undulating body. "Sweet God, you feel good!"


Xavier agreed with a lusty groan. It felt damn good, the way the older man's cock slid in and out of his body. He kept one arm around Aldo's neck and let the other slip down to stroke the shaft standing straight up from his own crotch.

"Mmmmm-yeah... that feels so good!" he panted hotly along the curve of Aldo's ear. "Gimme that big cock, babe."

Aldo seemed in no way hesitant to give him exactly what he craved. The Italian was bucking almost savagely between his thighs now, groaning with uninhibited pleasure as he pressed deeper and harder into Xavier's arse. They were both so caught up in their own desires that neither saw or heard the small, silent figure that came back into the house from the terrace, his much needed nicotine fix assuaged.

Rayne leaned against the wall on the edge of the alcove and watched with a curious little smile as Aldo and Xavier fucked like animals in the shadows.


Xavier's stomach muscles tightened, his fingers moving light and quick over his hard shaft. He was only a few strokes away from coming when he felt Rayne's presence. He opened his eyes and saw his lover over Aldo's shoulder, watching them fuck, one hand playing lazily up and down his stiffening shaft. Xavier's spine arched and his fingers tightened on the back of Aldo's neck and around his own throbbing cock as the orgasm slammed into him.

"Uuuuuuhh! Fuck! Oh, fuck...mmmhh..." His eyes half-closed but they stayed on Rayne as he shot his load with Aldo's dick thrusting fiercely in his ass.

The little vampire's smile broadened and grew fangs as he watched his beautiful, naked lover climaxing uncontrollably. He lingered just a little longer, his eyes swallowing up the scene as Aldo responded to the delicious shudders of release tightening and vibrating through his mate's undulating body. The powerful Italian pulled Xav close, the muscles of his perfect, golden arse clenching and swelling rapidly as he neared his peak. Growling his satisfaction and thrusting his magnificent cock forcefully into Xavier he pinned the sexy blond dancer to the wall as he burst within the tight, rippling sheath that gripped him.

Rayne shook his head a little. Then, to Xavier's surprise, he turned and vanished.

Xavier's forehead came down to rest on Aldo's shoulder for a few moments while he caught his breath. Eventually, Aldo withdrew and Xavier eased his legs down, hips aching from the exertion of the fast, hard fuck. He gave Aldo a sated little smile and kissed him lightly.

With a sigh Xav looked down at himself, covered in a light sheen of sweat and sticky with semen. He ran his fingers experimentally through the spill on his belly then lifted them to his lips and licked them with sultry look at Aldo. "I need to go take a shower."

"Go for a swim instead, the pool is right there," Aldo gestured out towards the terrace with a challenging grin.

Xavier looked like he was about to say he'd rather not when, still grinning, Aldo snagged him around the waist and lifted him over his shoulder like a rolled sleeping bag.

"Come on, you need to get rid of your tan lines," he joked and turned with Xav across his shoulder to walk back out onto the patio. "You want to have a little white ass your whole life?"

Xavier chuckled and made a few half-hearted protests that he didn't want to be dumped in the pool. It was all just teasing and horseplay, but as they walked through the patio doors toward the rippling water the thought crossed Xav's mind that Aldo hadn't seen Rayne watching them, and that carrying him naked and obviously well-fucked out where everyone could see might just be for Rayne's benefit. He didn't have much time to think about that though as he was tossed squirming into the pool.

Dominic applauded and issued a lusty wolf whistle, which would have seemed out of character had the others not known him better. Clay was whooping delightedly as Xav hit the water, showering those closest to the edge with a fine spray.

"That's it, man! Cool the hot-stuff off!" he hollered.

Rayne had been sitting on the edge of the deep end, letting his legs hang down into the water and he uttered a soft, vicious laugh as Aldo upended his lover. When Xavier surfaced, shaking the crystalline droplets out of his hair and eyes the vampire was still watching him with that same unreadable look as he had worn in the house on his pale, solemn face.

Now Aldo executed a perfect dive from the lip of the pool, barely breaking the surface as he plunged in after his victim. A hand grabbed Xavier's ankle as he trod water, still catching his breath, and pulled him under playfully.


Xavier hadn't really gotten a good breath before he was tugged down. It was okay, he knew, but a momentary thread of panic zipped through him when he couldn't immediately surface. He was a good swimmer but the feeling of being held under caused an instinctive reaction that was hard to ignore.

When Aldo let go of his ankle, Xavier pushed off the floor of the pool and came up spluttering. He wiped the water quickly out of his eyes and took a deep gulp of air, wary of being pulled under again, but Aldo had to come up for air too. Xav sent a big splash of water his way that hit him as soon as he broke the surface. That gave him just enough distraction to shoot away like the proverbial minnow being chased by a shark.

He got his hands on the lip of the pool before Aldo caught up to him, grabbed him around the waist and dunked him under a couple more times for good measure.

"Okay! Okay! I give. Stop trying to drown me!" Xavier protested with a helpless chuckle.

They were down towards the deeper end of the pool now and Aldo backed off, but still lurked around the perimeter with a menacing grin. On the edge, Rayne had drawn his feet up and was sitting with his knees hugged tight to his chest as he watched them play. He still didn't react though, only his eyes moved, following them both now. The smile was gone; he was chewing his lower lip almost thoughtfully. A small trickle of blood ran down his chin from one side of his mouth but he hardly seemed to notice.

Xavier set his hands on the pool edge, pushed up out of the water with a little half turn, and settled on the edge. Okay, he'd let Aldo fuck him, let him parade him out here naked to prove it, let him half drown him to prove that he was the bigger, stronger, more dominant male. All of which Aldo probably didn't even know he was doing. Xavier had not considered it in a calculated way, but when he thought about it, it seemed that way. He was hoping now that the atmosphere might be a little less tense between them. Of course, it could always have the opposite effect.

He stood, water sliding from his smooth sun-kissed skin as he walked over to where Rayne sat and settled next to him. He reached with his thumb to gently wipe away the little smear of blood.

"You nicked yourself," he murmured.

Rayne took his hand and gently sucked the blood from the pad of his thumb before pushing his hand away. Not roughly, but in a firm, not now kind of way. He was still staring out at the water making Xavier wonder if he'd even been looking at them all that time, or just staring into space.


Xavier didn't just take a hint, he felt what Rayne wanted, as if he'd built a stone fortress around himself, shut the gates and barricaded them. Someone else might have asked what was wrong, or pushed him back, but Xav knew that would just annoy him. He also knew a brush off when he got one. He got up without another word and wandered back into the house.

Aldo on the other hand, couldn't feel Rayne in his head the way that Xav did. At least not until the moment that he popped up out of the water at the little vampire's feet and grabbed him by the ankles, trying to tug him into the pool.

Xavier heard the screams through two walls.

He winced, and part of him wanted to just keep going but the other part wanted to know what the problem was. Well, he'd never been one to lay low and keep his head down much. Xav paused just inside the double doors and turned back around to see if this was just playing around or if things were going to get ugly.

The peaceful atmosphere around the pool had fermented into chaos in just a few moments. Aldo was clinging to the side with blood pouring from his nose and Chavez was crouched by him, apparently keeping him above water. PJ and Dominic were both with Rayne, and it was not clear if they were trying to restrain him or if he was fending them off.

At last the little vampire writhed free of them both and stormed back towards the house muttering; "Well he fucking asked for it!"

He almost collided with Xavier in the shady porch that led back into the hallway. Rayne was still wearing sunglasses but the younger man knew his night sight was good enough to compensate. At the last moment he physically flinched away from contact and broke into a run, heading back towards the bedroom they shared.

Xavier stood there, looking between the scene outside and the way Rayne had gone. He bit his lip with indecision, not wanting to move in either direction really.

Clay came in a moment later, shaking his head. He looked a little surprised to see Xav still standing there. "You gonna go talk to him, or what?"

"He doesn't want me around right now." Xavier answered.

Clay snorted. "And you always do what you're told?"

Xavier arched a brow and made a gesture out toward the pool. "I've sorta got incentive not to bug him if he wants to be left alone, don't you think?"

Clay shook his head and continued on into the house. Xavier sighed and went inside as well, but turned down the hall toward the bedrooms. He found Rayne sitting on the edge of the bed and he closed the door quietly behind him feeling uncertain. For the first time it occurred to him that Rayne might be pissed at him for fucking Aldo. He hadn't really thought that Rayne would be. He didn't seem to have a problem sharing Xav with Clay or Chavez, and he'd rather suggestively told Aldo to look after him... maybe they'd both read the signals wrong.

"Hey... you uh... you pissed at me?"

Rayne's head came up and for a moment he just looked at Xavier as if he wondered what the younger man was doing there. The shades were off and for the first time Xav saw the shimmer of emotion in his eyes before he looked down and away again, rebuilding the walls.

"I'm..." he mumbled, shaking his head. "No... I'm not... No..."

He glanced up again, seeming to come back to his senses a little and suddenly conscious of the fact that Xav was hanging back, wary of getting too close.

"Fuck!" he exhaled softly and vehemently, and dropped his head into his hands again.

Xav silently crossed the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Rayne and put his hand lightly on his back. "So what's wrong? What'd you clock Aldo for?"

The singer kept his face in his hands but he muttered; "He crossed a line. And it's my fault because I let him do it. Jesus... why did I agree to come here?"

He moved as if he would shrug Xav off him again but didn't have the energy. Instead he flopped down on the bed, lying on his side and cradled his head in the crook of one arm. "Why am I still such a fucking idiot around him?"


Xavier's hand hovered near his shoulder and then drew back. He wanted to wrap his arms around Rayne and hold him, but he was giving off such a strong vibe of stay-the-fuck-away that it was almost like he was physically holding Xav at arms length. Oh, to hell with it! If Rayne shoved him away he'd back off. Xavier lay down next to him and slipped his arms around from behind, pressing his cheek just behind his neck.

Feeling dense because he still didn't get exactly what his lover was so upset about he said, "I'm sorry Rayne, I woulda kept my distance if I knew it would bother you. I just wanted to... kinda mellow things out. Be nice to him."

He winced at his own words. God, that sounded fucked up.

"I'm not mad at you," his mate said quietly. "I'm mad at myself. I can't go off on one because you let him fuck you. Not when I've been with him myself more than once since we got here. And I know you know it, so don't even try to pretend."

He didn't turn around though, just lay still with Xav wrapped around him, a warm and comfortable presence against his naked back. After a short time his hands moved to Xavier's hands on his chest and cold fingers closed around them, holding tight.

"I don't deserve this," he whispered at last. "I don't deserve you."


"Rayne, you're making me feel like an idiot here. You didn't do anything wrong. What have you got to be mad at yourself for? I didn't ask you not to fuck anyone else. I wouldn't ask you for that."

He lifted his head a little so he could peer at Rayne, over his shoulder. "What? So you're mad because you gave him the opportunity to fuck me and he took it? I could've said no. He didn't force me..."

Rayne already knew that though, so Xavier was just as confused.

"Would you stop being so goddamn cryptic and just tell me what the hell is going on?"

His slender English lover half-turned, so that he was almost on his back, almost lying in Xavier's arms. His eyes were huge, a kind of melting green around the enormous dark pupils and when his lips parted the delicate curl of his extended fangs was all too visible. It was not a snarl though, not a warning. Instead there was a kind of helplessness to his expression. He looked almost... scared.

"I'm not mad that he fucked you. It was good for both of you, I could see that," Rayne hissed softly. "I'm not blind! It doesn't matter, Xav. It just..." He shook his head again and lay back, closing his eyes. "I shouldn't have come here with you. It leaves me... wanting something that I can't have. That's what made me angry, sweetheart. It wasn't what you did, okay?"


It was as if saying the words loosened Rayne's hold on the walls he'd put up, or maybe he'd just gotten tired of keeping people out, but Xavier could suddenly feel him again; that subtle tickle in his head that was uniquely Rayne. He'd gotten rather used to it being there since before they left San Francisco and when Rayne did shut him out he felt a little cold inside. His emotions were running high though, and they were not happy.

Xavier put his head down on his mate's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him again. The confusion went away. No, Rayne couldn't have normal, not long-term anyway. But he could have sort of normal, for a little while.

"You can have me," he said softly, and immediately wanted to call the words back. He hadn't meant to say that out loud, it was too close to saying... something else.

Rayne tilted his head and touched his lips to Xavier's forehead tenderly.

"Ah sweetheart, I wish that was true," he murmured into his mate's soft, damp, blond hair. "And even if I could have you for just a little while..." he broke off, sighing quietly. "Shit... seeing you with Aldo just made me realise what it is that I can't have, I guess."

Xavier fell quiet, soaking up Rayne's melancholy mood like a sponge and retreating behind his own emotional walls. It was nothing he hadn't expected, but it still hurt to offer his heart and be turned down. No matter how gently.

Obviously what Rayne wanted wasn't him, so it must be Aldo he wanted. Why he couldn't have him wasn't exactly clear, their sexy Italian host practically salivated on himself when Rayne was around. There must be some reason though... and it suddenly occurred to Xavier that maybe it was him that was the impediment. Maybe Rayne felt like he was stuck looking out for him and just hadn't found a way to get him out of his hair yet.

Feeling a bit like he'd been sucker punched Xavier got up. He needed a distraction in the worst way. As much as it hurt to back off he wasn't going to cling to Rayne like a needy kid and try and hold him down to something he never wanted to begin with. He remembered that Dominic was leaving and he started rummaging around for clothes.

"We still going out tonight, or what?" he asked with far less enthusiasm then he'd had just a short time ago.

"Guess so," Rayne mused, still sprawled on the bed like a broken doll. "Since Her Ladyship's gotta go back to the Big House tomorrow, I guess we ought to give the old queen a good send off."

He rubbed his face wearily and pushed himself into a sitting position wearing nothing but a wan smile; "D'you reckon I should go apologise to Aldo? I think I kicked him pretty hard and he wasn't expecting it. Don't want him sulking all night, do we?"


"You probably should." Xavier agreed neutrally.

Rayne ran a caressing hand through his damp hair on his way to the door. Xavier waited until he'd gone out and closed it again before he covered his face with his hands. God, he wanted a drink. Actually he wanted something more, but he pushed that craving away. He was going to go out, get trashed, dance his ass off, and have fun. He was not going to mope, feel sorry for himself, pine after Rayne, and most certainly he wasn't going to cry about it.

He took a deep breath and continued looking for what he wanted to wear tonight, shovelling all of his unsettling thoughts aside. He wasn't given to prolonged bouts of self-pity or jealousy, he could shut it off for a few hours anyway. Alcohol would be a big help.

Rayne was still rather sullen as he made his way down the corridor to Aldo's room. The door was ajar and he could already hear voices from inside. Which meant that Aldo wasn't alone; brilliant! Rayne had never been the best when it came to gracious apologies, and an audience was just going to make things worse.

Not entirely to the Vampire's surprise, it was PJ who was in there with their Italian host. However he was not alone, Dominic was perched on the edge of the bed, gently pinching Aldo's prominent nose between his fingers and applying a bag of ice in an effort to stop the bleeding. PJ McNamara got up as soon as Rayne entered the room and stepped between them to diffuse further violence. There was an expression of profound disappointment on his ruggedly handsome face. Rayne felt about six years old.