Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 06

Chavez groaned long and low into the crook of his neck. He was rubbing up so close and hot against Xav now and the raw lust was warring in him with the very sensible warning to take precautions.

"Trust me, chico?" he panted breathlessly. "I wanna feel every inch of you inside, baby. And I know you don' ask Aldo to wear 'em."

He rolled back a little, propped on his knuckles, his fingers still wrapped around Xavier's wrists. Dark hair tumbled like midnight creepers around his face and his dark eyes were hot with longing. Xav nodded his head once.

"I'm okay with it... if you are," he breathed, aware suddenly that none of it mattered. If Rayne was not coming back then it did not matter if he fucked one man or a hundred; rubbered up or not. He gave himself a mental slap for the thought but it did not go away.

Chavez exhaled a sigh of longing and relief and rolled his hips forward a little, nudging at him until his slippery head pushed past Xavier's tight ring. In turn, Xav hissed in a little breath, his eyes closing and his head tipping back as the hiss turned into a groan. He swallowed, very conscious despite his closed eyes that Chavez watched him, still holding his wrists pinned to the bed as he purposefully pulsed a little deeper.

"Ahhh..." Chavez exhaled forcefully, rolling his lean hips in smooth waves as he buried his stiff, nut-brown wand all the way inside Xavier's snug, wet channel. He was leaking copiously enough to make the entry easier for both of them and Xav felt him slide his full length in and out a couple of times to get the measure of him, then pump it into his chute more vigorously.

"Madre de Dios!" Chavez panted appreciatively, lowering his mouth to Xav's parted lips again and kissing him long and hard as he bucked between the blond man's wide spread thighs. He bent his knees to get more purchase and Xav brought his legs up to wrap around the backs of his thighs, his body rolling to meet every forward thrust, a huff of breath driven past his lips each time his mate shoved all the way into him. A little keening whine rose in his throat as he started to get close again, his cock dark red and straining against his belly for attention. Xavier lifted his hips higher, skating the underside of his prick along the flat smooth skin of Chavez's belly.

"Almost...Almost..." he gasped. "Ohhh...!"

And then he felt Chavez's lips brush ever so lightly over his neck, touching those two electric points of bright light his vampire lover had left. The sensation robbed him of restraint.

"Uuuggghhh! Uhhhhh... fuck me!" The muscles of his belly tightened as Chavez vigorously pumped into him and his balls clenched and released a hot flood of cum up and over his stomach and chest.

Chavez panted a rapid, rambling litany of sexual prayers in his mother tongue as he felt Xavier careen over the edge and tumble into a thrashing, writhing explosion of sexual ecstasy. His undulating body dragged Chavez down with him and the handsome Mexican youth yelped like a kicked dog as spurt after spurt of hot Latin lust burst from his frantically thrusting cock, surging into Xavier unchecked.

"Joder!" he exhaled forcefully. "So good! So good, baby!"

Xavier murmured something unintelligible, still floating on a nice body buzz of bliss. When Chavez released his grip on his wrists he reached around his neck and pulled him down, wanting to just lay there awhile with his weight on him. His fingertips caressed in small circles over his shoulders as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

Only then did Xav open his eyes with a satisfied little smile and kiss the tip of Chavez's nose.

"See," his Latino mate murmured with a lazy grin. "You keep fighting me only because you know you can't stand how good it will be when you finally let me fuck you."

He pressed his open mouth hungrily to Xavier's hot lips and delivered a long, slow, appreciative kiss, squirming languorously against Xav's sweat and semen-slicked body. The throbbing heat of his prick twitched restlessly between Xavier's legs as they rubbed together.

Xavier gave a little snort. "Don't go getting all cocky now. Just because I let you sneak up on me once doesn't mean it'll happen again."

"No?" Chavez teased, rolling his hips to push deeper inside him again, making Xavier moan and arch under him. "Are you sure, chico?" he whispered against his lips.

"uuuhhh... such unfair tactics!" Xavier breathed on another little moan, his fingers digging into the lean muscles of Chavez's back.

"Hah... just showing you what you been missing all this time," Chavez purred, kissing his neck and throat deliberately slow as he rammed his stiffening bolt home, taking advantage of the natural lube he had just pumped into his delicious bedmate. "You are such a sexy boy! I wanna do you all night, chico."

Xavier responded to that by catching his lips for another long, slow kiss before he tangled one leg around Chavez's and rolled him over, pinning his arms to the bed in a reversal of where they were. With a mischievous little smile he lifted his hips and came down in a slow grind that pushed Chavez balls deep inside him.

The lean, nude Mexican youth threw his head back with a little growl of arousal. His hips bucked automatically, thrusting upward to meet Xavier's grind.

"Oh baby, yeah... like that!" he crooned eagerly.

"Mmm...like that, huh...?"Xavier rolled his body in a graceful undulation, rising and falling steadily on the hard shaft embedded in him. He bent his head to nibble a line of kisses down his throat and chest, taking a nipple in his mouth to tease and suck none too gently. He squeezed and released his inner muscles as he rode Chavez's cock, milking his shaft with each hard thrust his partner gave him.

Chavez shuddered and panted eagerly, loving the little ripples of pleasure that Xavier's skilful movements sent shivering down into the well of his groin with every slow down-stroke. He arched his back, driving up to meet Xav's tight, sexy ass each time the gorgeous blond ground down on him. His hands were sliding rhythmically along Xavier's thighs in time with their thrusting, gripping his hips and pulling himself deeply into his mate whenever their bodies touched.

"Ohhhh... yeah... do I like that!" he growled enthusiastically. Privately he was thinking that Wylde had to be fucking insane to leave the boy behind. He uncharitably hoped that, wherever the temperamental limey bastard had got to, he was fucking miserable. "Xav, you are out of this world, baby!"

Xavier leaned back up, changing the angle a bit so he could go faster and Chavez could get even deeper. His head tipped back on his shoulders, a breathless moan coming from his throat as his hands slid down his body to his own renewed hard-on. He stroked up and down in time with the flex and thrust of Chavez's cock inside him. This time took longer, but was no less intense when he finally felt that sprung coil release behind his pelvis and the hot geyser of cum shoot up from his cock and dribble over his hand.



Chavez cried out huskily as he felt Xav tighten around him. The sight of his lover caressing himself as the milky spill fountained over his pumping fist almost pushed him into a second explosion. When he felt Xavier's muscles relax spasmodically around him, he pulled the blond down into his arms and rolled him onto his side, kissing and licking his erect nipples. Chavez pushed Xav's upper leg back towards his ribcage as he bucked furiously between his splayed thighs, driving himself in harder and faster, gripping the sheets to either side of his mate and holding on as he fucked Xav like his life depended on it.

This time he let himself tip over the edge and the sweet, hard friction between Xavier's submissive body and his pulsing cock-shaft quickly nursed a second flood of hot cream from his balls. As the shivery sensation of orgasmic delirium flooded his limbs Chavez called out his name; "Xavier! Jesus... Xav!" before slumping into Xavier's loose embrace and letting his mate's sexy body milk every last drop of cum out of him. The ecstasy continued to wash over him in hot, caressing waves.

Xavier lay in a sweat and semen soaked heap, his chest rising and falling hard as he caught his breath and floated slowly down from the height of powerful orgasm into sexual lassitude. For a while there he hadn't thought of Rayne at all, hadn't tried to reach out and touch the frayed ends of their blood tie, and it felt good to be held and comforted in Valentino's arms. It didn't make the longing go away, but it helped.

He was even feeling like he should get up, take a shower and get ready for Aldo's party after all.

Even Chavez seemed to sense it. His lips moved to Xavier's ear and he whispered; "I wish we could just stay here all night. That was amazing, chico. You are so sexy!"

Xavier lifted his head to give Chavez a sated appreciative kiss.

"Come on, it would be kind of rude to hole up in here when Aldo's having people over." He patted Chavez's hip encouragingly and got up from the rumpled bed, moving across toward the bathroom.

PARIS:

It was getting late when the vampire rose, dragging his body from the comforting warmth of the bed and prowling to the window, following his instinctive hunger; the pull inside that told him when it was time to feed. He felt sick at the thought of it, nausea rising in his gut for the first time in many years at the prospect of the hunt. His bones felt old and chilled and he just wanted to lie down again, to sleep and not to think. When he started thinking his mind invariably took him back to Naples and the sunlit warmth of Xavier's arms.

"You closed that door," he told himself bitterly. "Your loss. Now deal with it."

On the balcony he lit a cigarette and watched the city sinking into darkness. Lights were twinkling in the shops and bars below and voices drifted up to his jaded ears, mingling with the traffic sounds and distant bursts of music. Soon he would walk among them. Within the hour someone would stumble from a bar or an alleyway, wondering what it was that they just did to leave them feeling so enervated and confused.

And the hunger would stop chewing on his nerves for a little while.

Rayne stubbed out the last dwindling ashes of his smoke and flicked the butt away carelessly. Turning back into the room he grabbed a tee-shirt from his bag and pulled it on, wriggling into his dark, figure hugging jeans and his comfortable hi-tops.

Twenty minutes later he was in a bar, shutting out the screeching of a group of girls doing a karaoke version of the Macarena, complete with dance moves whilst their friends bellowed encouragement from the dancefloor. He downed several vodka shots and moved on, still hunting. The street outside was cool and quiet after the raucous sensory assault of the little club and Rayne walked for a long time with no real direction. He did not even consider the club from the previous evening, it had been diversionary but not what he was really looking for. Nervous married men playing bondage games, not really his style at all.

At the bottom of a winding street that led back down towards the Seine he found a building with boarded, blacked out windows and a single door spilling golden light into the cobbled thoroughfare. By that slice of illumination he read the sign above the door. It was white on black; a rendered image of a long, curving claw and the name of the establishment; la Griffe, depuis 1998.

He studied it for a long moment, feeling the hunger in his belly subside for a little while, then he went inside.

The interior, when his eyes adjusted to the light, did not match the slightly down-at-heel façade of the club. It was painted in cool creams and greens and the desk was all light wood and soft curves. Neither was the girl behind it without curvaceous charms but something in her face did not encourage light-hearted banter.

Her eyes were kitten-green and framed with long, mascara-ed lashes and glistening, emerald shadow. Lips the colour of red wine or drying blood stood out against the paleness of her face powder. Perfectly straight black hair was pulled back from her face in a strict tail that spilled down between her shoulder blades almost to her waist. The short, oriental-style dress she wore was black with white piping in a wet-look material that he wanted to caress. It barely covered the tops of her thighs. He leaned a little farther over the desk establishing that she wore thigh high white PVC boots beneath it.

"Monsieur?" she enquired in a voice a little deeper and richer than he had been expecting. It drew his eyes back to her slightly disdainful expression.

"Evening," he said affably. "Nice boots!"

"English," she sighed, as if she should have expected it.

"No English, huh?" he responded, backing away towards the door with a shake of his head, "oh well..."

"I speak English, Monsieur. You wanted something?" she queried, folding her arms beneath the perky curves of her breasts.

"I was just curious about what you do in here? There's not much in the way of clues on your sign," he explained.

"You were not sent to us?" She looked surprised. "We get few visitors by accident, Monsieur...?"

"Wylde," he volunteered.

"You are Rayne Wylde? The singer?" she enquired, a little more curiosity creeping into her voice. "I thought you were older than this."

"I am," he said cryptically, coming back to the desk. "I'm well preserved."

"Then our services will not be attractive to you," she teased, her eyes running up and down his lean frame appreciatively.

"So you do something pretty destructive in here, interesting!" he grinned, leaning on the desk with his arms folded at the wrist.

She surveyed the scars on his slender forearms and hands with interest. "You do this to yourself?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Do you ever let others harm you?" she asked, resting her scarlet nailed hands on the counter to either side of his own.

"That depends..." he said, smiling up at her as he pushed himself upright again. Now their noses were bare inches apart. "On who... and how?"

And that was how he found himself enrolled in la Griffe, the most exclusive SM club in Northern Europe. Less than thirty minutes later he was naked in a designer dungeon in the tunnels under the Seine. His wrists were strapped and manacled to the wall of a cell, his ankles similarly restrained using loops of iron in the stone floor, whilst a muscular young man in a leather jock strap whipped him without restraint.

Rayne's fingers tightened around the chains fastening his iron cuffs to the stone wall, tugging down hard on them and getting a good feel for how immovable an object they were. The lash of his partner's whip was tightly wound threads of fine wire, like a thick guitar string, but much longer. It flickered across the skin of his bared back like razor blades, drawing blood with the very first stroke. He caught his breath at the sudden sharp, delicious pain, but did not cry out. The slow trickle of blood on his skin made his mouth water.

For over thirty minutes he let the young man beat and abuse him, wrapped up in the heat of his own pain, the deep, throbbing ache of an open cut. His companion did not even flinch when he saw how quickly his client healed. And Rayne realised right then that they knew what he was, and they were not fazed by it.

The whip-hand would give him five strokes then let him mend the damage before asking if he wanted more. This went on until he had taken over fifty lashes. By this time both he and the muscle stud administering his beating were hard and horny. The sweating youth ran an appreciative hand over his flexing, bucking arse now, unfastening his tight black jockstrap with the other hand.

"Magnifique!" he breathed. "You want fuck?"

"Yeah!" Rayne panted, nodding his head fervently. "Please!"

"C'est bien," the boy grunted, spitting on his dick as he eased it between the vampire's blood-streaked cheeks. "C'est tres bien!"

Strong hands gripped his hips and he was impaled roughly. Rayne swung from the cuffs around his wrists, his feet braced more than half a metre apart, and leaned into the wall with a little bark of need. Just a few deep hard strokes buried the powerful young man's long, silken cock inside him and he let himself cry out now as he felt it rake his innards hard and fast. It was like taking a baton of fresh baked bread up the arse. The boy was hung and hot and it did not take him more than a handful of minutes to fuck his shackled mate into a state of frantic arousal.

Straddling him and holding him tightly by the hips he rode his groaning, undead client with unrestrained violence and Rayne loved every second of it. He lost himself in the vigorous, burning thrusts and the pull of the cuffs that would not let him step away or fall to his knees until the act was concluded. Their brief, urgent coupling was sealed with an almost simultaneous spilling of semen that left Rayne moaning wordlessly and his young mate clinging to his naked body and panting hotly and hoarsely against his neck.

The service was not inexpensive, nor was it glamorous, but it certainly scratched an itch inside him.

Rayne took a cab back to the hotel, where the pretty, dusky skinned receptionist was just clocking off for the evening. Adora joined him for a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, and a little later went back up to his room with the beautiful, mischievous Englishman and let him strip her and kiss her all over as she lay on his bed. When his soft, cool lips found her lush, pink pussy and his tongue began to lap restlessly at her in that most secret place, she bucked and wriggled, running her fingers through the silk of his lovely black hair. His hands caressed her curving, ebony thighs and he buried his nose in the hot, seductive mat of her neatly trimmed landing strip, nuzzling the short, black curls and licking her little pink button teasingly.

She sighed with pleasure as he pushed two fingers into her, teasing the wetness out of her as he kissed and suckled on her tingling clit. The contrast between the rich dark flesh of her inner thighs and the hot rosy pink of her glistening pussy delighted him almost as much as her little mewls of arousal when he fucked her with his clever fingers.

"You are so fucking juicy," he whispered huskily in her ear as he scrambled back up between her legs and his hands cupped and slowly fondled her full, mahogany-skinned breasts. The dark peaks of her nipples just begged to be sucked and he took them in his mouth one at a time as he drove his jutting cock slowly into her. She was satisfyingly tight but so wet that he glided in smoothly enough, loving the grip and tug of her delicious pussy around his throbbing shaft.

She murmured hungry endearments to him in broken French and English now, lifting her legs to wrap those hot, black thighs around him, pulling him in deep; naked save for her high heels and jewellery. Rayne was certainly not reluctant to give her what she wanted but he too was hungry and for more than just her sweet cunt.

Quickly he rocked himself into a steady rhythm inside her, loving the way her wet sex sucked on him on every back stroke and yielded so smoothly when he pushed himself back inside her. His lips drew on her erect nipples, his tongue tickling the glistening, dark peaks as she undulated beneath him. Seductively his hands caressed her narrow waist, feeling how it enhanced the swell of her firm, plump breasts and curving hips and thighs. Her skin was the colour of rain-soaked earth, a proper Gaian maiden, and he lost himself in her for the second time that night.

Adora cried out as she felt his sharp little fangs sink into the yielding flesh of her naked breast, but she did not struggle. His urgently stroking shaft inside her was driving her hard towards her first climax and she did not fight it. His head came up, lips parted around a blood-stained gasp as he felt her climax hard for him. A few more thrusts and he burst deep inside her, shooting his liquid heat into her loins, his lips and tongue working greedily on her soft, warm, delicious tits.