Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 07

Carlsen saw the darkening of his eyes as he considered this and laughed maliciously.

"Oh he's hot for it, Henning!" he whooped. "Deadboy likes a bit of bestial kink. The bloodsucker wants some big ole'Bear-bone up his butthole!"

"Carl," Henning said curtly. "Leave us for a little while."

Rayne was not unrelieved by the German's reluctant departure. When the door closed behind him, Henning slowly withdrew from his throbbing passage and began to strip. He came around to stand in front of Rayne so that the vampire could watch him disrobing.

"Tell me about your previous experiences with my kind," he said as he unfastened his criss-crossed belts and peeled down his pants.

As Rayne watched him he saw the logic in not wearing anything on his feet. Those long toes were also clawed and it would be a nightmare to wear boots. It was hard enough to get the tight leather pants off over them. A thick pelt of dark blond fur covered Henning's sculpted belly and heavy, low-slung balls. His prick jutted up out of it, the flesh stretched tight around the long, curved bone. It looked narrow against his vast bulk but for sure it didn't feel narrow inside him.

He flexed his shoulders, which were aching from the long suspension on the X-frame and shifted his body, trying to get into a position that was at least semi-comfortable. It was virtually impossible given the way he was bound and manacled.

"Where does that go, when you... um... when you lose your hard-on?" he asked curiously. He knew that Gabe's wolf-cock slid back like a knife into its sheath but that still perplexed him. How the hell it didn't damage internal organs en route was a mystery.

Henning actually smiled. It was the first time Rayne had seen him do it and the expression was a little scary. It showed a lot of sharp, white teeth.

"I have a long backbone and a very deep pelvic area, Monsieur Wylde. You see the curvature of the baculum...?" He hesitated then added; "You are aware of course that bears, like wolves and dogs, have a long, extending cock bone?"

Rayne nodded his head, already doing the calculation as Henning demonstrated with hand gestures how his prick retracted when the muscles of his stomach and pelvis were relaxed fully, and was forced out when he became tense or excited. He managed a weak grin. "So... when you're doing me I'm genuinely getting boned!"

"You avoided my question, Monsieur," Henning reminded him, still perfectly polite even though he was standing bollock naked in front of the little vampire with an amazing erection virtually poking his eye out.

"That looks good enough to eat," Rayne said wistfully.

"In time." Henning folded his arms and looked seriously at him. "You said that you had been taken by a Were, by a Shifter of some kind. How did that come to be? What kind of creature was he?"

"It's a long story," Rayne muttered, turning his head awkwardly in the collar. "Basically... he'd not have been my first choice for a mate but we didn't really have many other options."

"I do not understand. You had no choice? He raped you?" Henning frowned.

"No," Rayne answered him slowly. "Um... not exactly. We reached an... agreement."

Again the Bear shook his shaven head. "An agreement? Like our agreement here, or did you lose a bet with him?"

"No... we..." Rayne bit his lower lip awkwardly. "We wound up trapped in a cell together. It's a long story, like I said. But we were stuck in this damned pit and I'd not fed and he was... well, it was getting close to a full moon and he was getting furrier by the day."

"You knew him, this wolf?" Henning sounded a little surprised now. "He was not hunting you, nor otherwise?"

"Uhh-huh." Rayne shook his head with some difficulty, given the collar. "I knew him beforehand. Friend of a friend, if you like. There was some history between us, none of it good. We tried to get out but there was no way of doing it. And we figured after a little while that what they wanted, the guys who'd left us down there... um, what they wanted was to sit back and watch what would happen when you pitched a Werewolf in against a Vampire just before the full moon."

"They were hoping you would fight?" Henning said in a dark tone. The way he said it suggested that this was not the first time he had heard of such things happening to his kind. "That one of you would be killed?"

"I guess so," Rayne said weakly. "They hadn't reckoned on us knowing one another."

Henning gave him a look. "Knowing in the carnal sense?"

"Shit! No!!" Rayne shook his head again, more vehemently, then wished he hadn't because the little movement sent ripples of pain through his entire body. "No, no... not like that. He's... just a... an acquaintance. But we talked about what they were maybe after. And... well, Gabe... well he kind of laid it on the table. When the moon was full he'd lose it, he'd turn and his wolf... well... it would want two things, right?"

Now the Werebear was just studying him in silence. The mild incredulity in his face made Rayne question everything Gabriel had told him whilst they were stuck in that pit together. He had the feeling he was just about to make a total fool of himself.

"He reckoned..." Rayne swallowed dryly; "well, he reckoned that his wolf would want to eat me or mate with me. And given that I wasn't up to a long fight, he... um... well, he thought it would be best if when he turned I... erm... if I smelled like his mate."

If he had still been mortal his face would most likely have been bright red by this time.

Henning was still just looking at him as if he was insane. After a few moments more of silent contemplation, he said; "I am sure that even the wolves have more self-control than that, Monsieur. So you are telling me that you permitted him to mate with you in order that when he yielded to his wolf form he would think that you were his... bitch?"

Rayne closed his eyes. He could hear the sarcasm dripping from Henning's tongue.

"Okay, that wasn't one of my smarter decisions, I know," he said through gritted teeth.

"If I did not know better I would have said that it indicated a certain level of desire to feel his wolf cock inside you, Monsieur Wylde," the Were teased.

"That is so untrue!" Rayne exhaled.

"Really? And so you have no desire to feel my bear-bone thrusting in you as Carlsen suggested?" He put on his best disappointed face.

"I... erm..." Rayne swallowed again. He wanted Szarbo's dick so badly that there were almost no words he could say that wouldn't sound ridiculous if he spoke them aloud.

"Do you know something," Henning, walked towards him and gently stroked a long claw under his chin, drawing a thin line of blood. "I think that you have no idea what you want, Monsieur Wylde. And so I am going to have to help you make up your mind. Tell me, when I shift into my beast form, would you rather be loose and able to fight for your virtue or tightly bound and gagged underneath me, subservient to my mindless animal lusts? Keep in mind that if you fight or try to flee you will probably die."

Rayne blinked at him and caught his breath. His cock was throbbing at the bear's proposal and he knew the answer without even considering it. The most satisfying release for him almost invariably came when he was under a man, or a woman, preferably one who knew how to take control. It had been that way since his teens. The only exception to that rule in his whole life had been Xavier.

Rayne pushed that last thought away, hard. Henning had indirectly offered a second option but he was not sure if he was man enough to take it. Some days, True death was tempting but to meet his maker whilst being ripped apart physically by a bear...? He swallowed dryly, his body still shaking with a need he had no words for.

"Bind me," he whispered hoarsely. "I want you to have me like a fuckin' animal. I want to be your bitch... um, do bears have bitches?"

"Bears have sows," Henning said, removing his gauntlets although he kept the collar on. "And they can take two days to mate with their chosen partner, Monsieur Wylde."

"Two... days?" Rayne blinked at him. "Jesus!"

"The actual act of sex takes between twenty minutes to a couple of hours," the Were explained casually as he circled his client, contemplating what must be done. "The sow must remain submissive to her mate if she does not wish to be attacked violently. When he withdraws from her he will rub himself against his sow, biting and clawing her, keeping her in thrall to him until he is ready to mount her again. Bears do not mate for love or companionship, Monsieur. They mate in order to breed the sows. Once she has been bred the bear loses interest. Does this sound agreeable to you, mon petit salop?"

"Story of my life, I guess!" Rayne breathed, laughing bitterly.

Henning gave him a critical glance. Clearly that was not the kind of response he had been expecting.

"You think that this is amusing? For me to have you this way, it is ahh... a giggle for you, non?"

"No, it isn't funny. It's what I need," Rayne told him, rather more seriously. "I don't deserve anything more."

"I am the Master here," Henning said atonally. "I decide what you deserve, Monsieur."

Rayne closed his eyes with a little sigh. "Fair enough."

"If I am to fuck you, I wish for you to be in different straits," the Were exhaled, shaking his head at the reaction, or rather the lack of it. "Not in the frame, though it is good for floggings and sex-torture. I must release you and have you taken to the bench for this kind of sex."

"Okay." Rayne was not unhappy about the idea of being released from the X-frame. It felt good to be manacled there for a while but he was beginning to ache now and it was a relief when sexy Carmine who had strapped him and locked him into the frame returned and unfastened the manacles. She had to help him down and his fangs extended hungrily at the proximity of her full breasts in that tight PVC dress.

"Non!" she warned seriously. "Ne touché pas!"

"Mmmm... I do like a girl who knows how to take control," he commented wryly as she walked him to the door, still rubbing his cold hands and wincing as the feeling returned slowly to his other extremities.

NAPLES - XAVIER:

Feeling trapped Xavier stalked to the far end of the pool and tried to pretend that had been his destination all along. There was a sunken spa there that spilled over in a waterfall and Xav shed the rest of his clothing before slipping down into the hot water. He wanted to actually slip under the surface, drowning out the husky, raw sound of his lover's voice that spilled out like a dark spell over the party-goers, most of whom were oblivious to the anguish it was causing him.

Back on the terrace Chavez had just realised what it was that put the damper on Xav's mood but whilst he was arguing with Aldo about the music it was PJ who tracked the blond boy down to the plunge pool. He took a couple of glasses of fizz with him and sat down quietly on the edge of the spa, rolling up his jeans and dangling his feet into the water as Xavier sprawled there with his head tilted back.

Gently he stroked his fingers through Xav's wet, blond curls now and rubbed slow circles over the back of his skull and the nape of his neck. Xavier turned his head toward PJ and when he opened his eyes his look was hostile and defensive, but it only lasted a moment or two before crumbling. He glanced away again, long lashes shuttering his cool blue gaze. His jaw was set so hard it was a wonder he didn't crack his teeth.

The pain mixed with sex in the song cut Xavier down to the bone. He wanted PJ to go away. He didn't want to be soothed. As he opened his mouth to say as much a curious feeling stole over him. The here and now seemed to blur with the memory of another man's past again, like it had when he was with Aldo in the dressing room. He was looking up at PJ but seeing a younger, stronger version of him. The feel of hot water wrapped around him comfortingly and he swore he felt the gentle rocking of a boat under him instead of the steady stone and mortar he knew was actually there. Whatever he'd been about to say stuck in his throat and he just looked at PJ helplessly. The single hand on the back of his neck was suddenly like comforting arms around him and a confusing mix of emotions pumped though his blood that felt good but also terrified him at the same time.

He tried to blink the vision away but it lingered. Worse, the intensity of the emotions clung to him and he knew he could love PJ if he let himself and that thought scared him so horribly he was almost sick with it, panic making him want to get up and run away as fast as he could.

PJ's fingers worked steadily on the tense muscles of Xavier's shoulders and neck, unaware of the turmoil going on inside the younger man. No, not unaware, just not conscious of the extent or the cause of it.

Xav closed his eyes again and tried to shove the confusing memory out of his head. Unfortunately this left room for other things to filter into his consciousness. His memory of what happened just before Rayne left was foggy, but something about hearing his voice again triggered a recall and he remembered part of that stupid argument they'd had. He remembered how it felt when Rayne held him down, mocking him about being unable to stop it happening and then biting him hard; the jolt that had gone through him like a shot of electricity.

He recalled how, when Rayne had finally lifted his mouth from his neck, he'd felt like he was moving through syrup reaching for him, how everything had been going gray. He heard Rayne's words like an echo coming down a long corridor.

"I wish you were my equal, Xavier, but you're not."

Those words burned into him like acid now and he fought back tears.

"Let him go," PJ said, his voice no more than a low purr of sound but still cutting softly through the distant buzz of the party and the roll of that cursed song over the speaker system. "If you let him get to you like this every time, it'll never be any easier."

"I don't exactly have much choice but to let him go, now do I?" Xavier said just as softly, although his tone held traces of bitterness. "I'm not hanging on, PJ. I'm not stupid. He made it very, very clear I'm not what he wants. He as much as told me I wasn't good enough for him. So...that's it. The end. The song just surprised me, that's all." His words were rapid and clipped as he tried to keep the emotion out of them.

PJ's fingers never stopped their gentle manipulation of his shoulders or their stroking through his hair. He sighed wearily and shook his head though.

"Did he really say that?" he asked incredulously. "I mean... I can believe that he said it the other way about. But after seeing the two of you together..."

PJ sounded half-angry, half-disappointed.

"He said, as much as he would like me to be, I'm not his equal. How would you take that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter. He can think whatever the fuck he wants to think."

"Baby," Paddy sighed, his fingers still steadily working on the knots in Xavier's shoulders, "the twists and turns of his mind are still a mystery to me twenty years and change since I first met him. One thing I can tell you without a doubt though, what he says and what he thinks are rarely one and the same. He's always on the run from his feelings. And just between you and me, the electricity between the two of you was like nothing I've seen in a very long life."

He bent forward and kissed Xavier very softly on the top of his head.

Xavier didn't have anything to say to that. What could he say? That he'd never felt anything like what he'd felt with Rayne before either? What good had it done him? At the end of the day it hadn't mattered to Rayne, he'd still dumped him.

He wasn't going to have too much longer to contemplate however, they were about to get company from Palo and a couple of his friends. The trio of handsome Italian men were laughing and talking good naturedly among themselves as they approached. Palo introduced his two companions to Xavier, though by their smiles and downward glances they already seemed to know who PJ was. Then he asked if it was alright for them to join him in the hot tub. Xavier shrugged, his expression surly and unwelcoming but that didn't seem to matter to Palo or his two friends as they slipped down in to the warm water on either side of him.

At this point, Paddy made his excuses and went back to the party, after a moment of brief, questioning eye contact to make sure that Xavier was okay with that. Xav's expression remained neutral, telling him he could handle things on his own for now.

Palo's friends did not know a lot of English, but they knew enough to have a semi-coherent conversation. It helped that Xav had picked up a little bit of Italian from Aldo, not a whole lot, but more than he'd realised. They seemed very interested in him and asked a lot of questions, which Xavier deflected with practiced ease. He'd learned a long time ago that people loved talking about themselves, and all he needed to do was re-direct the conversation to them and they usually didn't notice he'd never answered anything. It wasn't even intentional anymore, it was just a leftover survival tactic.

They had brought a bottle with them and Palo didn't let Xavier's glass get empty. Xav watched his intake though.

"Marco is very interested in you." Palo observed. "Don't let him push too hard, eh? He'll make you work all day and night."

Xavier shrugged lightly. "Whatever! It's not that hard to stand around and let him take pictures."

Palo arched a brow at this. "Have you ever modelled before?"

"A little," Xavier said evasivly.

This caused a few knowing grins among the other boys and Palo chuckled.

"I would very much like to see your work," he said, taking the opportunity to move a little closer and slide his hand across Xavier's shoulders. "You are very beautiful. I'm surprised Signor McNamara lets you out of his sight."

"Uh, PJ and I aren't together. He's just a friend."

"That is some glad news!" Palo said, smiling a beautiful white smile. "You are free then, no?"

Xavier wasn't sure how to answer that because although Palo was a gorgeous guy Xavier really wasn't all that interested in him. In fact he was starting to feel a little trapped now as Palo took his silence for permission to move in closer yet. His hands were suddenly sliding over Xavier's skin under the water and his mouth covered his in a searching kiss.

As soon as Palo had his mouth occupied another set of hands was on him, stroking up his thighs and over his chest below the water. Palo's friend murmured something appreciative in Italian, moving over to kiss the curve of Xavier's throat. A hand took one of his, curling his fingers for him around a stiffening cock and moving it gently up and down the pulsing shaft.

Xavier just drifted, letting them touch him and kiss him and manipulate him however they wanted. From the corner of his eye he saw the third man slide down in front of him and groping hands pushed his legs apart, kneading up toward the junction of his hips and caressing inward to wrap around his own semi-erect prick. Three very hot guys giving him their undivided attention should have had him all kinds of turned on, but tonight Xavier wasn't sure this was what he wanted.

He needed a second to think and he tried to pull away, turning his head from Palo's lips, but as soon as he did the man on his other side took his place, kissing him hard and aggressively plunging his tongue in his mouth. He tasted sweet, like brandy. His knees were being pushed back towards his chest. The hands wandered over him more boldly and suddenly they didn't feel like arousing caresses anymore, they were more like restraints, but not in a good way.