Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 13

"Uhhh... chico, I can't take very much more of that," Chavez panted at last, still wriggling beneath him and loving the touch of his lover's soft, cool mouth between his cheeks. "You are driving me freakin' crazy!"

Pleased with Chavez's reactions, his sounds of pleasure, and the way he opened easily for him when he slid his fingers inside Nicolas sat back a bit and pulled Chavez up by his hips to his knees. He'd already slicked some more of the oil Chavez had used on him earlier over his throbbing erection and now eagerly pressed his swollen head to that thoroughly rimmed little hole. With a short, heartfelt cry he slid inside him, shuddering at the intense pleasure of his tight heat around him.

"Ohhh... oh, mon cher! So sweet!" he murmured along his arching back, wrapping himself around Chavez's hot body.

His lover tilted down, burying his face in the crook of one arm as he huddled on his elbows and knees feeling Nicolas slide smoothly into him. Chavez had taken men like this before but he was almost weeping with pleasure as he felt the beautiful French vampire begin to stroke in and out of him steadily; his erect cock fitting into Chavez like it was meant to be a part of him. He was just the perfect weight and length, just the right heft and curve to touch all the important spots inside his lover.

And Chavez let him know it now, crying out hungrily for more as he let Nicolas bury himself to the hilt.

Nicolas steadily caressed up and down Chavez's heaving flanks as he began to stroke harder and faster inside him. He spread his knees wider, making Chavez spread a little more for him as well, and bucked into his body with abandon, a string of flowing French endearments and encouragements whispered and moaned. He slid a hand around Chavez's narrow waist and wrapped it around his very hard cock, pumping rhythmically with his own thrusts.

Immediately Chavez rolled back onto his hands and knees, pushing back to meet him and bucking eagerly into the firm hand around his shaft. His breath came fast and hard now, rising to a little moan with each exhalation.

"Oh... ohh... ohhh... Dio! Gracias!" he whimpered as the horny young vampire fucked him into helpless, passionate submission.

Nicolas curled forward, his breath huffing over Chavez's ear and his lips kissing and nuzzling down into the crook of his neck as his hand fisted his lover's cock and he plundered the mortal youth's sensual depths with smooth hard thrusts. He bit Chavez almost gently, the edge taken off from the first feeding. The hot mouthful of copper and salt slid down his throat and zinged through him like electricity. Nicolas moaned as he kissed and licked the wound, skating the edge of orgasm.

His eager human lover moved with him now, curling into the smooth arc of his undulating body and writhing against him as Nicolas stroked and milked him inside and out. The pleasure was exquisite, the sharp pain of his fangs melting into the bliss of being held and touched and fucked that way. Chavez moaned steadily at the slow thrust of the vampire's beautiful cock deep inside him. He wanted to die like this, wrapped in a passionate embrace, on fire with the need to come and come and come.

"Ahhh chico... te amo!" he panted, riding the knife edge as Nicolas worked his sensitive dick and throbbing depths.

Nicolas's lips moved from the closed bite-marks to his earlobe, nipping gently there as their bodies moved together in a perfect, driving rhythm. He could not hold out much longer, the tight hot grip around him was bringing him closer and closer, and suddenly he was beyond the point of holding back.

"Uhh... uhh... ohhhh... I'm there... oh oui...merci!" and he felt the tightening dam burst, flooding his lover beneath him.

Chavez jerked under him, firing sporadically into his clenching hand as they sank onto the bed together in breathless ecstasy. He lay flat for a little while, letting his heartbeat slow, listening to the rhythmic drumming of his pulse in his ears.

"Oh man...!" he exhaled at last, rolling over to take Nicolas in his arms; feeling his vampire lover slide wetly out of him with a hint of regret. "How amazing was that?"

Nicolas held him close and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Sleepily he murmured; "You are wonderful, trop cher."

"Are you going to stick around for a while?" Chavez asked him, almost coyly. "I mean... I'd like it. If you wanted to that is?"

He nearly blushed, but shook his hair across his sun-tanned face to hide it.

Nicolas didn't let him hide though, brushing his long dark hair back again and caressing gently along his chin. He kissed Chavez hungrily, murmuring against his lips, "I would like very much to stay with you, cher. And perhaps to fuck you again, many times like this, oui?"

Chavez made a small incoherent noise of agreement that was quickly muffled as he pulled Nicolas closer, pressing his mouth hungrily to the vampire's soft, cool lips once more and kissing him passionately. Nicolas sensed that Chavez needed comforting perhaps more than anything else at the moment, and he was more than happy to provide that comfort. He did so by holding and kissing him tenderly, and then a little later, after they had both slept, by waking him to another round of passionate lovemaking which continued until the sunlight flooded their room and they had utterly exhausted one another.

THE SUNRISE...

Between them Xavier and Rayne, either together or in turn, kept Aldo up (in more ways than one) until the wee hours before dawn in a hedonistic, self indulgent, feast of sexual energy. When they finally slept, all three were completely wrung out and sated.

Sometime during the night (or early morning actually) they had shifted around on the bed. Aldo lay curled up to Rayne's back, and Xavier lay on Rayne's other side facing him. Xavier opened his eyes first, noting the room was already quite bright. Rayne's tumble of dark hair framed his face, inky black lashes fanned across his cheeks. He resisted the urge to run the tip of his finger over the edge of that silky-soft double row of lashes or kiss the tip of his nose. It was amazing to him how much difference one day made.

An image came to him of their bodies entwined on the blanket in the warm sun yesterday, Rayne surging into him and, unable to resist, biting into the side of his throat. The tumble of dark and horrible memories that ensued was interspersed with brief bright moments of happiness from two pasts that, in many ways, resembled one another. The aftermath left them both panting and reeling but somehow more intimately bound to one another.

He watched Rayne sleep for a few moments more. His lover looked so peaceful and still. The face that so often wore a cocky smirk, or smouldering lust, was porcelain smooth and so innocent in sleep.

Very carefully Xavier slipped out of the bed at last, managing not to disturb either of his mates, and headed to the shower. He smelled of sweat and sex and vaguely of surf, sand and sun oil. Not bad smells really, but he was fastidious about being clean. Yawning he adjusted the temperature of the water and stretched. His back ached a bit, and his ass was definitely sore. It was a good kind of sore though, a thoroughly satisfied, fucked into the mattress kind of sore.

He stepped under the warm spray of water and let it beat down on him for a few moments. It felt so good on the back of his neck and shoulders and he rolled the muscles there slowly, feeling them relax.

Other things started to intrude into his thoughts as he picked up the shampoo and worked it into his hair. He dwelt on the confused, panicky feelings he had experienced yesterday, standing in the kitchen with Aldo, Chavez, and Rayne, recalling how he had picked up what they were all feeling so easily. He had experienced it like he was each of his friends in turn, only knowing distantly that the feelings were not really his own. He would have had a hard time describing it to someone, the best he could say was that it was like he was being pulled in too many directions simultaneously and he could not control himself.

Whatever Rayne had done to him when he bit seemed to have made it stop, or maybe just let him block it out. He really should talk to Dominic when he got a chance; find out what the older man thought about what was happening to him.

Xavier rinsed the lather from his hair; soapy white trails sliding down his smooth golden skin. The steam swirled around him as the door to the shower cubicle slid aside. He opened his eyes and smiled to see Rayne stepping in with him. It had become something of a morning ritual, their showering together. This morning though he wasn't sure if his lover would want anything more than soap and water after their recent exertions.

He slipped his arms around Rayne and kissed him lightly as he came closer. "Good morning."

Rayne's lips dwelt over the kiss, and his arms slipped around Xavier holding him as if he was fragile, just a gentle touch of his fingers up and down the younger man's wet, naked back and firm cheeks.

"You started without me," he murmured when their lips parted softly. "I liked that you were watching me sleep though," he added, almost as an afterthought. A little tease to let Xavier know that he hadn't been sound asleep after all.

"I didn't want to wake you if you were still resting," Xav said, returning the gentle caresses with gliding strokes of his own fingertips. He turned a little under the spray and watched as Rayne tipped his head back under the water. Xavier reached over for the shampoo and squeezed some into his palm before bringing his hands up to Rayne's hair. His fingers massaged along his scalp sensually as he worked in the lather before the spray rinsed it back out.

The look on Rayne's face told Xavier he was enjoying that, so he moved his hands down, his strong fingers making soapy circles over his sleek back and kneading the muscles skilfully.

"I 'aven't let anybody wash my hair since I was a kid," Rayne told him in a soft, husky voice. "That feels... it feels nice actually."

He let one hand slide around to Xavier's bared chest, resting his palm flat against the younger man's torso with the fingers splayed, watching the way that the water broke and cascaded around them on its way down over his golden skin. There was a quiet wonderment in his impossibly green eyes.

"You're so warm," he whispered. "So... alive. I can feel your heart beating. I can feel you watching me, even with my eyes shut. Jabez said this would happen, that the way I sense things would get more... just 'more'. I can't even find the words to explain how it feels."

He looked up at Xavier apologetically.

Xavier looked at him curiously. "I wonder why your senses are getting even sharper now? I mean, is it just something gradual that happens, or did something trigger it?" he wondered aloud.

Rayne kissed the tip of his nose affectionately.

"It's a constant learning curve, being dead!" he said with a teasing smile. "That's why Elian and all those old bastards in Frisco made such a meal of the fact that they're older. Not necessarily wiser, but they're stronger, that's true. And their senses are so much sharper. They can smell a stranger in town the minute he steps off the plane. You can filter it out, you'd have to or it would drive you insane, but the older I get the better my senses are, it's true. I feel things with you though that I don't get from other people," he added cryptically.

Rayne tilted his head then to kiss Xavier rather more than just affectionately. Wet hands snaked down to his hips, then lower still, caressing the backs of his thighs and the smooth curve of his cheeks. He pulled Xav closer in a way that did not leave the matter open to debate.

Xavier slid his arms up Rayne's back, his hands splaying and caressing him as he was pulled into a tighter embrace, kissing him back with a slow lazy heat. Lush lips opened at Rayne's probing and drew his tongue inside to dance with his own in languid undulations that mimicked their bodies.

"I could get too fond of this," Rayne purred with a languid smile as their lips parted and Xavier caught his breath.

Xavier's lips curled as he nuzzled the side of Rayne's throat and placed soft little kisses along his collarbone.

"Oh yeah?" he murmured as he slid slowly down his body trailing warm kisses. "How bout this?" he teased playfully, on his knees, licking up the underside of his wet stiffening shaft and lashing his tongue over the very tip.

Rayne let his head tilt back and closed his eyes, long fingers running feverishly through Xavier's wet hair as he drowned in the heat of the younger man's breath against his crotch and the quick, skilful touch of his tongue all over the sensitive flesh of his quickening erection.

"You are a very bad boy," he sighed tremulously. "I think I'm gonna have to do something about that when I get you home."

Xav moaned at the tormenting image those words brought to mind.

"Promise?" he purred before he closed his lips around the plump head of Rayne's cock and took him down in a single gulp.

"Uhhh... mmmm... whatever you want!" Rayne agreed in a little rush of ecstasy, his fingers curling possessively around his lover's skull as he bucked eagerly into Xavier's wonderfully accommodating mouth. "Jesus, that feels good!"

"Mmmmm..." Xavier agreed, purring around the thick shaft he was slowly nodding up and down on. With one hand braced on Rayne's thigh he used the other to heft and knead his heavy balls and then slipped a finger back along his perineum, circling around the little pucker between his cheeks and slipping the digit inside him.

Rayne yelped urgently at the sensual intrusion, not sure whether to push forward or back now. He spread his feet a little wider apart, bracing himself with one hand on the cubicle wall and the other cradling the back of Xavier's nodding head. Slowly he rocked his hips to and fro, crooning with delight at the sensations roused by Xavier's deft digits and skilful tongue.

"Oh my god! You are a fuckin' angel!" he growled huskily, swaying closer and closer to the brink, his eyes closed, wrapped up in the sexual spell his young lover was casting on him.

Xavier relaxed his jaw, tilting his head back a little more, letting Rayne slip easily in and out of the tight constriction of his throat. He added a second finger into the tight sheath gripping him, the pads of his fingertips pressing and rubbing over the smooth tiny bulb of pure sexual pleasure inside. He gazed up at Rayne with glazed, lust filled eyes, waiting for the salty-sweet cream he knew was very close now.

Rayne cried out hoarsely as his lover's deft caresses conjured their intended explosion. His fangs extended of their own volition and he gripped Xavier's wet curls more tightly as his knees weakened. He almost fell but the bracing hand on the glass wall of the shower cubicle kept him upright as the climax surged like electricity through his muscles and veins.

"Uhhh... Oh Jesus!" he hissed, staring down at the glistening, naked beauty that had worked such incredible magic on him.

Xavier's throat flexed, swallowing the load Rayne delivered into his mouth. His eyes were half closed and unfocussed. He waited a few more moments, sucking on his lover gently now and withdrawing his fingers before he let Rayne slip slowly from between his lips. He nuzzled him at the juncture where his hip met his body before he stood on not quite steady legs and kissed him softly.

"I've got to get some stuff packed and get something a bit more substantial to eat if we're leaving this afternoon. Not that you're not delicious!" he added with a little chuckle.

Rayne leaned into him, kissing the curve of his neck just above his collarbone and nipping him there gently, then licking away the beads of blood his sharp little teeth drew.

"Thanks sweetheart, what a wake-up call! You are so fuckin' tasty," he whispered in his lover's ear. "I can't wait to get you all on your own."

The little nip sent sparks chasing all through Xavier, adding to he heat he was already feeling from sucking Rayne off. He loved to give a good blow job almost as much as he liked getting one! But, he could hold off a while for his own gratification. Sometimes a little self-denial was a hell of an aphrodisiac, and beside, after the night he'd just had he really was too sore for anything more strenuous.

He got out of the shower and let Rayne finish in there while he dried off and got dressed. He genuinely had quite a bit of packing to do. There was a lot more stuff in his wardrobe than he'd arrived with. Still, it didn't take him too long and by the time he was done Rayne was out of the shower, dried and dressed, and it didn't take but a few minutes for his mate to gather up his own few belongings and pack them into his small, black messenger bag.

A NEW DAY

The vampire was used to travelling light. He rarely hit the road with more than he could ram into a shoulder bag. Anything else got sent ahead, so it did not take him long at all to get himself ready. Whilst they were in the shower Aldo had risen and stripped down the bed, and they could hear him whistling in the other bathroom. All over the house now there were signs of movement. Dominic was coming back to London with them. Mikka had elected to spend a few more days with Paddy and Aldo in Italy but the older men had still risen to see their friends off.

"I'm going to miss the sunshine," Rayne sighed with a little smile that said there were other things, and people, that he would miss as well.

"Why? Don't they let the sun shine in London?" Xav asked with a little grin, trying to keep the mood on the lighter side. He was going to miss people too, and he didn't want to dwell on that too much. Besides that though, he was from California, he was used to a sunny, temperate climate, and even when the weather was bad it didn't last long. He had no idea how different England would be.

"They passed a shitload of laws against it in 1765," Rayne answered him, completely deadpan. "Ask Lady Warren... it's in the statute books. It's only allowed to be sunny in London for one day in sixteen. And if the temperature gets above freezing too often the entire British Isles will sink into the Irish Sea."

He could only hold Xavier's slightly incredulous expression for a few seconds before the grin slid back across his face though.

As if speaking his name had conjured him up, said Adept poked his head in the door just then. "All packed and ready?" Dominic asked with a sunny smile.

Xav returned his smile and patted the single suitcase he'd managed to cram all of his things into. "Yep."

It was a considerably happier and less dramatic departure then the first time Dominic and Rayne had left. Aldo was driving them to the train station this time, although everyone else said their farewells at the villa. PJ was particularly hard for Xavier to say goodbye too. He'd grown closer to the older man than he'd like to admit, and would miss his steadying influence and kindness.

"You take care of yourself," Paddy murmured to him as he pulled Xavier into a long, warm embrace that said more than a thousand words. "And take care of that pain in the butt boyfriend of yours as well. If he gives you any nonsense, well you've got my number."

He kissed Xavier gently on both cheeks and smiled fondly at the younger man. Then the other guys were bidding him their farewells. Clay bear-hugged him wordlessly and winked as he put Xavier down. Mikka took his hand gravely, but pulled him into a one armed hug as well.

Chavez, who had been standing with his arm around Nicolas, the French vampire, now stepped forward and grasped his upper arms firmly, kissing him quick and hard on the mouth.