But tonight
is different. His foster pair, Jason and Dina, are tucked
away in his cabin up in the hills; Dina is just learning
wolf form and
her young sire has plenty of woods experience as a mortal
to keep the
two of them out of trouble. Morgaine's younger childe
Joe, whom Cash has
taken under his hand, is at the Haven with a mixed pack
of younger
Gangrels and rougher Ventrue under Stone's watchful eye.
Cash doesn't
want to keep the boy on such a short leash that he feels
the need to
rebel just to get some space. And Julian and Morgaine
are off somewhere
together under a "do not disturb" sign.
Cash's computer
beeps and he toggles to his inbox. He puzzles for a
moment at the return addy, David_Andrews@ls.berkeley.edu.
"Huh? Who's
that?" he opens it and skims quickly to the sig. "Ah,
David. Gotta
remember he *does* have a last name." He reads through
the message:
"Cash, I have to stay late and do some research on campus.
Would you
mind picking me up? Bus doesn't run this late. Normally,
I'd get Joe to,
but he said something about going out drinking. I'll
be finished up
about 9:30 or so. Okay?"
Cash glances
at his watch, an hour is plenty of time to get to campus.
[Bus????] he thinks. Keying in a return, he types
To: David_Andrews@ls.berkeley.edu
From: Cash@Kindred.com
Re: A ride. {Certainly, I can be there in an hour. Bike ok? Or do
you
have anything more than a briefcase? And WHERE on campus?
I don't know
where your new office is. C PS: Why didn't you
just take a car??
The quick response
comes back.
"Office is 225 Wheeler, easy to find. Take Telegraph Avenue straight
in; after Satcher Gate, hang a right and the building's
the big one on
the left."
A line of space and then "Sure, bike's fine."
Then three more lines of empty space before the next line. "Uh, I
don't drive. Never needed to know how in London. <g>"
"He doesn't
drive???? OK, add that to the list of things I need to
teach!" Cash mutters to himself.
"Color me amazed, I guess the public transport in London and Oxford is
better than here. Don't worry, we'll figure something
out so you don't
have to depend on the bus. I'll see you in an hour. I
don't need a
visitor's pass or anything do I? - Cash
David laughs,
imagining what's going through Cash's head. " 'Oh, yeah,
Brit can't drive.' That's good. Well, that's what I have
Joe for," he
says to the air. Then he types in a return message.
"Nah, don't worry. You'll look like one of the students whizzing in on
the bike. Just charm any security guards you meet. <smirk>"
"OK, see you
soon." Cash types back.
[No check in?
why even HAVE security?] Cash ponders as he changes into
a buttondown shirt and picks up his keys. The Gangrel
has VERY limited
experience with college campus' in general and has unconsciously
compared them with the military bases he knew in his
mortal life.
David settles
back into his books, loosening his tie finally, and
relishes being alone for awhile. Being Kindred has its
perks, but it
didn't get him a plush corner office; it did keep him
down to one office
companion, though, and even though the Hemingway fanatic
is tolerable
enough, David is glad he's prone to taking off early.
He sets back to
transcribing text, scribbling notes in longhand on a
white legal pad.
A little less
than an hour later a big Harley lazily purrs down
Telegraph Ave, past funky little shops and maneuvering
around
intoxicated students spilling into the street from the
Friday night
bars. Not as many as will be here in a couple more weeks,
but the annual
inrush is beginning. Cash follows David's excellent directions,
the
English Department in Wheeler Hall is just a block inside
the campus
boundaries. Cash parks in the open parking space marked
'visitor' and
props one booted foot up on the tank. [Wonder what's
taking him......
Room 225.....] Cash swings off the Harley and heads for
the door. The
hours say "Friday 7am - 9pm" but the doors are still
unlocked and only
the distant sound of a cleaning crew is audible. Cash
wanders around
until he finds the stairs and then after a false start
down a hall with
numbers going the wrong direction fetches up in front
of 225. He inhales
deeply; yes, Kindred and Archon's line.
The Ventrue
is buried in his book, oblivious to the time. "Okay, that
makes sense," he murmurs after jotting down a translation.
"But if
that's right, then this passage will be all wrong. Damned."
Cash lifts
a hand to knock, but at the brush of his touch, the door
swings in slightly. The cautious bodyguard frowns, the
empty halls
giving onto an unlocked door spell trap or potential
ambush to his
instincts. Only David's slightly absentminded murmur
keeps Cash's weapon
tucked into its ankle holster. He silently pushes the
door open. The
Gangrel's frown deepens; the Ventrue sits bent over his
desk, back to
the door, oblivious to danger. Cash glances around the
room, two desks,
both piled high with papers, books, and a computer terminal.
A tiny
window hosting a couple of dying plants, two uncomfortable
looking
visitor's chairs. Cash stalks forward, laying a cool
touch on the nape
of David's neck. "It's a good thing I'm not an Assamite,
David," he
whispers.
David startles,
jerking his head back. "Cash, it's you." He looks down
at his watch, apparently oblivious to the danger factor
and concerned
only with the fact that he has kept Cash waiting. "I'm
sorry. I should
have been outside waiting on you. I completely forgot
about the time."
He turns in the chair and reaches around Cash's leg to
retrieve the
backpack off the floor. "Just a second and I'll be ready."
[Truth be
told, that was kind of nice, just having your hand there
all the
sudden.]
"David, I could
have killed you." Cash is puzzled at David's unconcern.
"I understand getting lost in a book, man, but....."
Cash runs an
exasperated hand though his hair.
"But you wouldn't,"
David says, "kill me, that is. And I can't imagine
anyone else wanting to. I'm not important enough to kill."
He stands up,
just inches away from the Gangrel, and tucks the legal
pad and book he's
been working with into the pack. The thought of Assamite
assassins and
clan wars is beyond the Ventrue, something he hasn't
been personally
involved with. "Okay, let me grab my jacket off the rack
and I'm ready."
But Cash is
standing between David and the coat rack, between David and
the door. He reaches out and grabs David by the upper
arms, pulling the
Ventrue to him, the difference in their heights immaterial
as his anger
sets silver sparks in his eyes. "David, listen to me.
This is important.
We have been on the brink of a clan war here. An Assamite
was sent after
Julian just last November. Do you know why Morgaine finally
came back?
It was because …" Cash gulps, his hands gripping at David's
arms even
harder. He had been the one to pry Archon's bloody, sopping
body out of
Julian's hands; the prince wouldn't let anyone else near.
"He didn't
walk into the sun, boy; he was blown away by a phosphorous
round in the
formal garden at the mansion. David, this is NOT London
and you are
important by virtue of simply who you are. Morgaine is
Julian's heir
apparent, you are her eldest childe. That makes you a
target, like it or
not."
David shivers
at Cash's firm touch, and gulps as he speaks. He had
known why Morgaine came home, but hadn't heard the details.
And he has
never thought of himself as being in line for anything,
much less the
heir apparent's childe. [Morgaine sure doesn't consider
herself Julian's
heir.] "Alright, Cash, I get the point," he says with
a slight stammer.
"How about I lock the door from now on?" He smiles, kind
of losing
himself in the silvery reflection of the Gangrel's eyes.
"And don't
work so late alone? Bring whatever you need home? Or if you
are going to be this late, let me put a bodyguard on
you?" Cash's hands
are suddenly gentle, stroking away the already healing
bruises of his
finger's brutal grips. "I couldn't bear loosing another
of your line.
Three in one year was three too many."
[Hmm, that's
a much better grip.] "A professor with a bodyguard? Cash,
you can't be serious." David lets a hand come to rest
at Cash's waist.
"Maybe I could convince you to enroll and you could be
here late with
me."
Cash chuckles.
"Right. I didn't even graduate high school properly. Did
it GED style in the service." The Gangrel's hands continue
to sooth up
and down the Ventrue's arms, though the bruises have
faded. "Actually I
thought about going to school on the GI bill, but I met
Stevie instead
..."
"That's where
being Kindred comes in handiest, my Gangrel friend. A few
choice words in the right ear, a few forged documents
and voila, you're
a college student! And you're not damaging the Masquerade
at all." David
moves his hand to the small of Cash's back. "Hey, I thought
you came to
take me home."
"I did; the
bike's downstairs. David, think about what I said. Okay? At
least lock the door. And can you please turn that desk
around to face
the door?" Cash leans back into David's hand, none too
anxious to break
what's become an embrace.
"Yes, sir,"
the Ventrue says with a schoolboy formality. He leans down
and punctuates his response with a brush of Cash's lips,
not rushing to
pull back.
The Gangrel's
right hand brushes up the Ventrue's arm, across his
shoulder and ends up at the nape of David's neck, half
under the hair,
pressing insistently down, turning the brush into a full-fledged
kiss.
[This gets
nicer every time I do it.] David's hands are way ahead of
his brain and, as he drops the backpack on the desk,
both hold tight
against Cash's back, fingers splaying to seek fleshy
treasures. He
pushes, voluntarily and under Cash's hold, into the kiss,
deepening it,
his tongue eagerly passing parted lips. [Morgaine's right.
He is
addictive.] The two Kindred stand wrapped in the kiss,
tongues dueling
as their hands become aquatinted with the planes of backs,
the curve of
spine and ass. Dimly, Cash hears the "ding" of an elevator
bell, and
reluctantly breaks the kiss. David sighs and moves around
Cash to
retrieve his jacket. He quickly pulls it on and straps
on the backpack.
"Okay, ready."
[Just till
I get you home, David. I can smell your arousal.] "We'll be
home in just a bit, David. It's a nice night for a ride."
Cash chats of
inconsequential things as David locks his office and
the two men make
their way down to the parking area. After stashing David's
pack in the
big Harley's saddlebags, Cash climbs on and kicks the
big Harley over.
"Climb on, David. Feet here, arms around my waist, lean
when and as I
lean, but never further. Okay?"
"I have ridden
one of these before, Cash," David comments with a wry
smile before getting on. "I just hope you handle one
better than Joe,"
he says as he settles in behind Cash, his hands making
a stop along the
Gangrel's thighs. "He tends to take traffic like it's
an obstacle
course."
Cash chuckles,
"Yeah, I can see him doing that. I think he'd have been
happier as a Gangrel. Sorry, I jumped to conclusions
there. And our
hills are a little hairy even when you've been here for
a while." The
bike purrs down Telegraph and out into the city. David
snuggles in
behind Cash, hands firm around the Gangrel's waist, groin
against ass,
David's leans into the Gangrel's back, his face buried
in the spiky
hair.
David's ridden
like this with Joe, teasing him along the way; by the
time they had gotten back to the flat, they were nearly
ripping each
other's clothes off. [Oh, great. That helped a lot.]
The erotically
pleasant memory, coupled with the proximity of his groin
to Cash's ass
and the steady hum of the bike's engine under them, only
serves to
further arouse the Ventrue. [Okay, David, do you know
what you're doing?
This is a no-turning-back step. Sure you want to go there?]
His body
answers for him as he presses himself more securely against
the Gangrel
and nuzzles at the nape of his neck, daringly drawing
his tongue along
the top of the spinal ridge. His hands slip farther around
Cash's waist,
fingertips resting along the buttons of the fly.
[Oh, fuck,
yes,] the Gangrel thinks to himself, surprised at the
Ventrue's daring. After David had bolted from his study
a couple of
weeks ago, Cash had unhappily tucked Morgaine's eldest
childe into the
"not interested or would regret it too much / not to
be a lover"
category. The kiss in David's office, even starting
half in anger, had
made him reconsider that categorization and the cool
breath caressing
his neck, the hands reaching intimately around his waist
destroy the
last of his reservations. He leans back into David's
body, back to chest
and a contented purr compliments the big Harley's rumble
as the pair
makes their way across town. [Foreplay on a bike,
I do like this.]
[Alright. This
is good.] David smiles, no nearly smirks, as Cash leans
back against him. [Ok, don't be *too* forward. Is that
possible?] The
Gangrel doesn't know just how much the Ventrue berated
himself for
walking out after their first kiss. It had been hard,
especially after
that first night in the mansion, when he had crawled
into bed with
Morgaine and Cash. The feel of that hand at his waist,
splayed over
flesh and denim, had been with him for days. And it was
no accident that
Morgaine had sent her eldest to retrieve the architect's
plans that
Thursday night. But David had bolted, not secure in becoming
the lover
of his sire's lover. And he had cursed himself all the
way back across
the mansion to Morgaine's room. A gentle "lecture" from
Morgaine had set
things right, and David was eager to give it another
shot. But then Joe
had mired the situation with his need for one-on-one
attention, and
David had gotten involved in classes. David thinks for
a minute; this is
the first time since then that he and Cash have had two
minutes
together. [Thank you, Joe, for wanting to party tonight.]
He says a
silent prayer and reminds himself to be really nice to
Joe later. [Much
later. And only if I'm not too spent from this. Oh, shit,
will you still
be talking to me if you find out about this?] He's more
than ready to
take this to its erotic conclusion. Kissing the side
of Cash's neck,
just below the earlobe, he leans close enough to ask
a question. "How
fast you think you can make it home? Without killing
us, of course."
The Gangrel's
only response is to twist the throttle almost full open;
the big bike surges forward like a responsive stallion
and David gasps,
half in laughter and half in surprise, as they not so
much break as
totally ignore the speed limit. Cash barely slows down
once they hit the
long drive and the gates are only half open when the
bike shoots through
them. Cash comes to a fishtailing stop just inside the
garage bay. One
booted foot kicks down the stand and he balances the
Harley for David to
alight.
David hops
off and brushes an annoying stray lock of hair from his
eyes. "Damn, I'm impressed. Think you just broke the
land speed record,
not to mention a few laws," he says. [Hope I'm worth
it.] He shrugs the
pack off his back and lets it slide down the arm to his
hand. "Mind if I
come up?" he asks with a boyish charm; it's the same
seductive smile his
sibling has, but on David it plays with more sincerity
than smirk.
Cash just grins,
a feral, nearly wicked smile with a glint of teeth.
"Julian's got good lawyers, don't have a record yet,
" he chuckles. "And
I'd be very disappointed if you didn't come upstairs.
*I* need a drink
after that ride, don't you? If not, I did something
wrong and I'll have
to try it again." Cash winks. "I don't usually
ride like a demon, by
the way. Not any more." Cash dismounts with ease and
gestures toward the
stairs. A flash of the imp that first attracted the older
Ventrue
flashes in the hazel eyes.
"Oh, you did
it *very* well," David laughs, trying not to concentrate
too hard on the incredible sensation in his groin. "I
could use a drink,
a glass of wine at the least." [Mmm, you're cute when
you do that. Just
let me sit and stare at you all night and run my hand
through your hair
and ...] The Ventrue tosses his head, shaking himself
out of his
reverie, and heads for the stairs, his stride much quicker
than the last
time.
Cash grins
at the younger Kindred's enthusiastic response and admires
the tight ass just inches in front of him as he follows
David up the
stairs. [I want a piece of that, oh I do,] the Gangrel
laughs to
himself. "Take off your coat, get comfortable,"
Cash suggests as he
sheds his own coat and heads for the kitchenette. [This
calls for a
really good bottle. Ahhhh ... this
should do." He makes quick work of the corkscrew and
snags two glasses
out of the dishwasher.
"I'm still
impressed by the sheer number of books you have, Cash. God,
I could die here," David says as he drops his backpack
on the floor
beside one of the oversized chairs. "Just ignore me.
I'm lamenting that
all my books haven't caught up with me. Most of them
are here, but of
course the boxes I really want aren't. I'd swear the
Sabbat controls
UPS." As he's talking, David slips off his blue blazer
and drapes it
over the chair back. He stretches, the tails of his light
blue shirt
creeping from his jeans. He snags a cushion from the
chair and tosses it
against the hearth, then stretches out on the floor,
legs in front of
him, crossed at the ankles. He's just pulling his tie
from its knot as
Cash comes back into the room.
Cash chuckles
at that. "Know what you mean, that's how I ended up with
five boxes of duplicates. Couldn't wait, bought another
copy." Cash
stands still for a moment staring down at the Ventrue
laid out like a
banquet on his floor.
"That's much
better," David moans, creaking his neck and shrugging his
shoulders. After unbuttoning his cuffs and giving the
sleeves a couple
of turns under, he settles in and looks up. "You did
say get
comfortable, didn't you?"
Cash comes
around the corner with wine and glasses and folds himself
down to sit cross-legged on the carpet next to David.
He pours out the
wine and hands one glass over to the Ventrue. "Comfortable?
Yes, let's."
Cash toes off his battered boots, kicking them under
the sofa.
"Thanks again
for coming to get me. I'm so used to having Joe at my
disposal." David takes a sip of the bloodwine. "Uh, that
didn't sound
right, did it?"
Cash laughs,
"Actually I do understand. You work, Joe doesn't, didn't
anyway. And now that he's not going to be as available,
you'll have to
find other ways to cope. Don't worry, we won't let you
get stranded like
that again." Cash simply reaches out and lays a hand
on David's hip.
[Oh, yes.]
"You taking me on as a personal project, Cash? Make sure I
get to and from school safely?" The Ventrue drains the
bloodwine and
sits the glass down between them, laying his hand over
Cash's.
"I wouldn't
mind..." Cash lifts David's hand to his lips, a near
courtly gesture. "What made you change your mind, bookworm?
You aren't
going to run away again are you?" Cash chuckles. "Though
I'll confess
that the first time Julian kissed me, I bolted too."
"I'm not running
away tonight," David says shyly. "And if it makes you
feel any better, I hit myself all the way back to Morgaine's
room that
night." He twines his fingers with Cash's. "I asked her
about you, the
two of you, Julian, all of it. We had a long talk. She
thinks you'd be
especially good for me." He chuckles. "I do, too, come
to think of it."
"How so?" Cash
questions, kissing and nipping at David's fingers. With
his free hand, he carelessly shoves the wine glasses
out of the way
precariously up on the coffee table.
"Ahhh," the
Ventrue lets out as the Gangrel's mouth works his finger.
"Like the way you do that. So gentle. So easy. So different
from Joe."
He tilts his head back in thought. David leans forward
again, strands of
hair dropping into his eyes. "I've only had two lovers
in my life,
*real* lovers, Morgaine and Joe. And Joe was the first
guy I'd ever been
with. And that was passion and proximity as much as anything.
This
isn't. Or I don't think that's what this is ..."
Staring into
the Ventrue's eyes, Cash discovers he really doesn't care
about David's motivations. "Shut up, David," he whispers
fondly. "Shut
up and kiss me."
"I can do that,"
David says before pulling Cash to him. There is no
hesitancy to this embrace, as the Ventrue sucks at Cash's
lower lip
before plundering his mouth.
Cash plants
a hand on either side of David's head and holds himself
over David, only the merest fraction of his weight pressing
down on the
Ventrue's chest.
David slides
his arms around Cash's back. This is unfamiliar territory
he's treading into now, but it's anything but uncomfortable.
[So nice.
So very nice.] He pulls at Cash's shirt, finishing the
job he
half-started earlier and freeing enough of it to reach
the flesh
beneath. His fingers splay across the skin, exploring
its nuances as his
tongue finds new excitement in the taste of the Gangrel.
[I want this. I
*do* want this.]
As the cool
fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans, Cash moans
into his new lover's mouth. [Gods, he tastes so familiar,
so right.]
Cash's formal bond doesn't extend to the Ventrue of David's
generation,
but the sheer familiarity of their smell, their taste
works on his
subconscious mind, predisposing him to care for them.
The Ventrue
shifts his body just a bit, so that his hands continue to
pull the Gangrel's shirt from the denim. He works his
way to the front
and fumbles with the buttons, intensely trying not to
break the kiss but
wanting more of Cash.
The Gangrel
follows suite, pulling David's shirt up. The kiss falls
into a series of little kisses, interspersed with passionate
whispers.
"David.... taste so good..... want you so.... damn this
tie..... "
Finally he leans into David's neck just breathing in
the beloved scent,
his beard tickling the young Ventrue's ear. "David, you
deserve better
than a tumble on the carpet. There's not even the excuse
of making love
in front of the fire. Not in August.
"Then make
love to me the right way, Cash, in that beautiful bedroom of
yours." David runs his hand up into Cash's hair, tugging
playfully. "But
we have to get off this floor first."
Cash levers
his weight up on his elbows, planting a promissory kiss in
the hollow of the younger Kindred's throat. "You know,
David, only a
very few people get to pull my hair like that. But it's
okay for you to,
bookworm."
"Bookworm?"
David mulls the word over. "Pet names already. I think I
like it."
Cash lithely
rises to his feet, all steel spring grace and extends a
hand down to pull David to his feet. "It's a habit I
have. If it ever
offends you, I'll come up with something else, or call
you plain. It's
from my childhood; names have a certain power to the
gypsy, so you
aren't too free with them."
"Nah, it's
fine. Pretty close to what Morgaine calls me, her
'scholar'." David takes his hand and pulls himself against
Cash's weight
to a standing position. "You can call me most anything,"
he says,
"except Davy. Please."
Cash laughs
at that. "That's Joe's name for you. He only calls you that
cause it bothers you, a more *contrary* fledgling this
house hasn't seen
since me."
"Yeah, he knows
it grates on me, but somehow it seems *so* right when
he uses it." David moves toward the bedroom. "I can see
change in him,
though, since you've taken over. That mortality's fading
away." He turns
and kisses Cash quickly. "Morgaine had no business Embracing
him, and
she definitely didn't have the power to control him."
The words are said
simply, matter of factly, with no malice. "And I had
no business trying
to pseduo-sire him. It's all I can do managing him in
bed." He chuckles
at the last.
"David, you
did well for your age and experience. I know I'm not all
that much older in the dark, but I survived a ground
war as a mortal and
my first decade in the dark alone. Julian's given me
two childer, but I
seem to be accumulating fosterlings instead." Cash tugs
David toward the
bedroom,
David follows
willingly. "And now you've got me underfoot. I promise
not to be nearly as high-maintenance as my sib." He smiles
and finishes
unknotting the tie, slipping it from around his neck
and dropping it to
the floor. "See, I can even undress myself."
Cash throws
back his head and laughs full aloud. "Dearest David, has
Morgaine ever taught you the 'proper' way to undress
someone? I know she
learned it as I did." Cash comes close and reaches out
for the buttons
that he'd been unable to reach before. "But I won't chastise
you for
throwing your clothes on the floor."
The Ventrue
shudders at the sound of "dearest David," the words sending
a fiery chill through his body. "No. She's undressed
me, and done it
damned slowly, but there were never any lessons involved.
Joe's pretty
much for ripping and tossing. [More interested in fucking
than
foreplay.]" He gasps a short breath as Cash's hand touches
his chest
undoing the buttons. "Teach me?"
"We should
have started with you fully dressed, but this will do..."
Cash leans in to kiss the Ventrue's throat. "I would
have done this
after removing your tie and then folded it and set it
aside." Cash's
hands undo the rest of the shirt buttons, a kiss at each
one until the
final kiss lands nearly at his waist, a slow lingering
caress of the
Gangrel's tongue. "Now for shoes; balance your weight
against me if you
need to." Cash goes to his knees in front of David. "Depending
on how
much submission you give, you can put your forehead down
on the
leather."
David nearly
doubles over at the tingle of ecstasy each kiss brings.
[Damned, Morgaine, you left out the good lessons.] He
puts his hand
against Cash's shoulder, lightly balancing his weight
on the Gangrel. He
can't think straight enough to ask questions at first,
and just nods.
When Cash is on his knees, David regains his senses a
little. "It's all
about submission, then? About who's in control?"
"This can be
anything from imposing your will on a thrall to a gentle
duty to a lover. It's ritual and being that has as many
layers of
meaning as those who participate in it. Your grandsire
used it as proof
of his control, with me at least." Cash gently lifts
up each of the
Ventrue's feet in turn, stripping off loafers and socks.
"I was a
warrior and proud as hell; acting as a body servant was
humiliation
itself. But I learned." Cash remains kneeling, but up
straight now,
pressing his face into the Ventrue's belly, the unfamiliar
tickle of
beard almost David's undoing.
David moans
softly, his hand trailing to the back of Cash's neck,
lingering in a gentle hold. "It's like the most exquisite
foreplay, and
it was never like this with her."
"I think she
doesn't realize how strong you are becoming, David. You
are her white knight and she is your Lady Perilous. And
that is
something that you will never lose, but..." Cash presses
a kiss at the
Ventrue's waistband before gingerly undoing the belt
buckle and pulling
the leather gently from the loops. He kisses the leather
and coils it.
"Archon liked me to hand the belt to him, and more than
one he used it
on me later."
David is awed
by the man at his feet, by the act he's performing. Never
has he known the simple act of removing a belt to be
so erotic, so
powerful. He's nearly speechless, and simply gazes down
at the Gangrel.
"But our relationship can change, grow, evolve," he says,
picking up on
Cash's thought. "I think that's why you'll be good for
me."
Cash smiles
and tosses the belt over by the discarded tie. His hands go
to David's waist and he carefully opens the fly on the
younger man's
jeans. "I'll certainly expand your horizons a bit, I
hope." Cash rubs
his face against the Ventrue's belly, cool breath tickling.
"Expand my
horizons. Show me new sunsets. As long as it feels as good
as this," David starts, his word trailing off in a soft
moan as Cash's
hands pull apart his fly, the Gangrel's hair teasing
at his body.
Cash skims
down jeans and boxers both, letting David step out of them
on his own. "Ahhhh, so beautiful, a credit to your line,
all of you
beautiful enough to be Toreador."
The Ventrue
reaches down to take Cash's hand, pulling the Gangrel up.
"Let me try," he says simply.
"Oh, yes,"
Cash purrs, "I love both ends of this, though your sire had
to convince me to allow myself to receive it.
David, following
Cash's example, starts with the shirt buttons,
gingerly undoing each and kissing the flesh beneath.
[I could get to
like *this* very quickly. Helluva lot nicer than Joe's
usual "Strip,
let's fuck."] As he finishes the last button, he pulls
the shirt from
the jeans and moves behind Cash; slowly, he eases the
shirt off the
Gangrel's arms and kisses skin along the top of his shoulders.
"Oh, very nice
touch," the older Kindred groans. "I do like that. You
are a very sensuous person, David. Don't ever be ashamed
by that. We are
by our very nature creatures of the senses; indulge yourself."
The Ventrue
carefully lays the shirt over the arm of the nearest chair
and drops to his knees before Cash, his hands slowly
poring over the
mechanisms of the belt buckle. He kisses the bare skin
as he unclasps it
and pulls the leather from the denim loops, coiling it
and sliding it
onto the floor behind him. "I never thought of myself
as sensuous when I
was mortal," he says softly. "Never imagined to indulge
myself."
"Then it's
long past time you learned, my bookworm. It's one of the
best parts of Kindred life, to taste your lover's passion
in the blood,
to feel ecstasy in every fiber of your being, to fly
endless skies and
run in midnight forests." Cash's impassioned voice drops
to an intimate
purr, "To desire and sate that desire."
With what seems
a practiced ease, the Ventrue makes quick work of the
501s' buttons. He absently runs his tongue over his teeth
as he realizes
there is only flesh beneath the denim, no further barriers
between him
and the Gangrel. Hooking his thumbs over the waistband
he pulls the
jeans slowly over Cash's hips, stopping to leave a trail
of kisses where
fine brownish-blond hairs curl at the base of his cock
before
continuing. "Morgaine opened my eyes to what passion
could be, showed me
there were no barriers to Kindred love. Now I feel that
desire," David
says, kissing Cash's thigh. "I want to indulge myself
in you."
The Gangrel
shivers a little under the young Ventrue's touch and
reaches down a hand to raise David to his feet. "Then
come, grace my bed
and we'll indulge each other."
The Ventrue
pulls himself up in Cash's hand and steals a quick, almost
shy kiss. [This is really happening.]
"Come back
here," the Gangrel chuckles, catching David by the back of
his neck and holding him for a longer, more intense kiss.
[So sweet,
almost shy, like he thinks I'm going to run away.]
David allows
himself to fall into the embrace, linger with it. It's
been this way with Morgaine, he reminds himself. [Just
because the one
guy you've been with isn't the snuggling type doesn't
mean they're all
like that. Relax. Indulge. Enjoy.] His hands wrap around
the Gangrel's
waist as he's pulled in closer.
As David's
hands brush the base of his spine, Cash makes a passionate
little noise, muffled in their kiss and presses back
into David's hands.
David steps forward keeping their bodies lightly touching
each other,
and inch by inch, their progress broken by kisses and
touches, the pair
is drawn toward the bed. When his knees hit the black
satin, Cash
finally breaks the kiss. "Oh gods, David, you don't need
any lessons in
kissing. That's for damn sure."
"It is one
area I *do* excel in," the Ventrue says with a smirk, one of
the few signs he has given of having a much less serious
side. He
lightly pushing Cash backwards onto the bed. "You have
to remember who
trained me, though." The Gangrel lays up on one elbow
as David stretches
out next to him. "The rest of it, I don't make any promises
on."
"The 'rest'
of it is only as much as you want, David. I've been known
to dabble in bondage, but never in rape. What do you
like? What touches
drive you mad with desire?" While the Gangrel's soft
tenor voice purrs
in David's ear, his hands are gently stroking, across
the Ventrue's
chest, down his arm, brushing the edge of a hipbone.
The first thought
gets stuck in David's mind. "Bondage?! We'll leave
that to later." He laughs, a little nervously and a little
ticklish. "To
be honest, Cash, I don't know what I like. No one's ever
asked me."
"Never? Oh,
professor." Cash shakes his head, gazing down at his new
lover. "Well, we know you like to kiss..." And Cash leans
in to claim
another kiss, not too deep, but full of promise. Then
he trails kisses
down the Ventrue's neck, licking and nipping. "Tell me,
yes or no. Your
first, most honest reaction, David..."
"Yes, most definitely," the Ventrue moans. "I like that."
Cash's tongue
dips into the hollow of David's throat. "Good," the
Gangrel breathes a puff of cool air across the wet skin.
"Do you like
the Kiss, David? To give or to receive?"
"Receive,"
David says quickly, then pauses. "But I've never drank of
Gangrel blood. A taste ... please?"
"Of course,
David, if you like. I'm not a typical Gangrel, being so
tightly bonded to Julian and now to Morgaine, I'm not
as wild as some,
nor as feral tasting, I'm told."
"I imagine
you taste heavenly." David stretches a little, just enough
to make Cash's hand brush back against his hip. "It can
wait, if you
like. I'm enjoying these questions."
"I'm enjoying
asking them," the Gangrel chuckles against the Ventrue's
heart. He tightens his hand on David's ass and simultaneously
suckles on
a nipple, teasing the small bud with tongue and teeth.
David gasps
at the pain-filled pleasure, his hands reaching up to
caress the back of Cash's neck. "Ahhhhh," he lets out
the breath.
"Now which
got that response, I wonder," Cash teases, letting his hand
relax and switching his attention to the other nipple,
not biting this
time.
The Ventrue
locks onto a single stray strand of hair and wraps it
around his finger. "Take a guess," he raspily answers.
"Mmmmmm, nice."
"And 'nice'
back at you. I love to have my hair played with, and I only
let a very few lovers pull on it." [Would it frighten
or flatter you to
know only two others can? Better to leave well enough
alone.] Cash moves
to position himself over David, hard cocks aligned. "And
this?" he asks,
the imp in his eyes gleaming as he rubs against David.
"Then it's
especially nice," he says, running his hand up through the
tousled mane. [I could probably guess at who does this.]
"Bet you were
bright blond as a child." His focus sharply shifts as
Cash moves atop
him. His cock would make him a liar if he denied liking
this. "Damn,
yes." He meets the Gangrel's eyes and smiles. "I like
seeing your face,
losing myself in those eyes."
The Gangrel's
breath is coming a bit quicker too. "Too blond for the
gypsy, too dark skinned for the giorgio, that was me
as a kid. Tell me,
professor, is this turning you on as much as it is me?
I want to go down
on you, taste your passion, take and be taken." He grins,
"But we have
all the time in the world."
"And perfectly
gorgeous for the Kindred. You compliment my family for
being beautiful as Toreador, and do yourself a disservice,
my Gangrel."
The Ventrue's hand slips from the hair to the cheek,
rubbing it softly.
"You are a creature of myth ... the beauty of Apollo,
the warrior spirit
of Ares, the impishness of Cupid ... all in one eternally
young body."
David let his other hand find its way to Cash's ass,
tracing along its
contours. "Yes, *this* is turning me on. Very much. I
want you to taste
me, in all the ways possible, at your leisure.
"A veritable
Ventrue banquet," Cash chuckles, rather regretfully
sliding down David's body, kissing him again on the chest,
his beard
tickling against the Ventrue's smooth skin. Then little
licking kisses
trailing down to the well of a navel, "Want you, beautiful
one. I won't
be trite and mention Michelangelo, but......"
"Oh, be trite,
please," David blurts out before thinking. "I want you,
too, Cash. Almost from the when I met you at the airport.
Definitely
from the minute you touched me across Morgaine's body."
"You looked
like you were about to bolt, delicious David, like a colt
who can't decide between the fear of the bridle and the
lure of the
sugar. You needed to connect with her again so very badly.
I'm glad you
stayed, glad you let me stay."
Cash snuggles
into the curve of David's right hip, hand loosely cupping
the Ventrue's balls, stroking his hardness. "Tell me,"
he entreats.
"Tell you what?"
David starts. "That if you had done that instead of
just touching my waist that night, I might have forgotten
there was
anyone else in the bed with us. How's that for honesty?"
"Oh, gods,"
Cash moans, turning his face into the muscled flesh, his
hair brushing David's erect cock. "Wanted you so bad.
You smell
familiar, you know."
"Then, take
me, for God's sake. Stop talking and oh hell, I don't care
where you start after that." David's suddenly very relaxed,
very into
all this and very, very sure of where he wants to be.
Cash smiles
to himself, [Got him damn near pre-verbal, let's see if I
can reduce him to single syllables.] Leaning up, he takes
the head of
David's weeping cock into his mouth gently, teasing a
taste of
blood-tinged cum from the tip. [Ummm, wish I had a bond
with you, my
boy, to tell you so much.]
David tilts
his head back in a soft moan, locking his hands in his own
hair in abject disbelief of how good it feels, saying
a silent prayer of
thanks. [Ohhh, Morgaine. Thank you. God, yes.] "Don't
stop there. Taste
all of me."
Cash pulls
off him with a hint of suction. He plunges down till his
nose is nearly nestled in the dark hair at the base.
Twining his tongue
around the shaft as he pulls up, he caresses the heavy
sac at the base,
light scratches of blunted nails over the tightening
skin.
"Damn. Yes."
The Ventrue's hands immediately grasp for Gangrel flesh,
clutching at Cash's shoulders, nails breaking into the
skin. "So good.
More."
A little hiss
at the pain and moan as the endorphin rush follows the
scent of his own blood in the air. Again and again, Cash
plunges down
quickly and pulls off slowly, bringing the younger Kindred
further into
please with each caress. Now the hand below traces the
soft flesh
between balls and ass, not quite tickling touches.
The wonderful
sensation of the Gangrel licking and sucking him is
nearly more than David could handle. He shut down his
mental links long
ago, not wanting to deal with sire or sibling tonight,
and he is quickly
losing what minute coherent rational thought he had left.
He spreads his
legs, giving Cash even greater access to his body, willing
this ecstasy
to go on. [Such damned skill.] "God. Yes. More. Cash.
Please." His voice
was nearly a whimper, raw from pleasure.
Cash pulls
off him, not wanting to end this too soon, but bends his
head to lick at David's balls, gently taking each one
into a cool mouth,
tongue caressing the crinkling skin. "Give me your pleasure,
cum for me,
my beautiful one." Cash whispers as he returns his attention
to David's
cock, again plunging down on him.
David locks
a hand at Cash's neck, just into the edge of his hair and
holds steadily, keeping the Gangrel firm against his
erection as he
cums. "Yesss. Cash. Ohhh." He moans, his entire body
feeling the rush of
climax, as if it's the first he's ever known. As a drop
of sanity flows
back into his brain, he softly pleas. "Bite me, taste
me. Please."
The Gangrel
swallows the salty liquid, just enough blood-tinged to
bring out the Beast. "Yessssssss," Cash hisses, his hard
won control
deserting him for a brief moment. He pulls off David
one last time,
gently, cleaning the remains of passion from the Ventrue's
cock. With
David's hand still in his hair, he bends to bite lightly
into the big
vessel in David's groin. As the very nearly familiar
taste of David's
blood, so like his sire's, fills Cash's mouth. Nearly
purring, Cash sips
at the blood; he'd deliberately bitten shallowly to draw
this exquisite
pleasure out for as long as possible.
David pulls
tightly at Cash's hair against the pain of the initial
bite, then relaxes at the comforting, familiar sensation
of feeding.
"Drink," he murmurs as his blood drips onto Cash's tongue,
Filled with
passion he didn't know he had in him, a desire he had
only dreamed of
drifting to sleep in lovers' arms.
In response,
Cash reaches blindly up, offering his wrist, hoping that
the young Ventrue will be one of the ones of his bloodline
to whom the
Gangrel blood calls.
His new lover
takes the wrist and gently kisses the center of its palm
and the sweet spot when veins crisscross muscles before
biting. David
sucks slowly, holding the hand and wrist almost reverently,
letting his
mouth fill with the Gangrel's crimson life before swallowing.
Almost
instantly he in entranced by its taste, the earthy wildness
mixed with
subtle, much more familiar tones.
[David......
so good, taste like her.] A glimpse of Morgaine, naked in
this same bed, Julian, the planes of his face stark in
firelight, a
slight smile on his face, and finally an older man, shock
of white hair,
Archon - familiar from Morgaine's memory. [You are the
third generation
of your line, David.....]
At the memories,
David gently pulls off the wound and seals it with a
kiss. "Can I hold you, just for a bit?" he whispers.
[Not leave quite
yet.]
"I'd like you
to spend the night, David, if you wish. I'd like to make
love to you, wake up in your arms." Cash looks up at
David, silver still
glinting in his eyes, a fleck of blood in the corner
of his mouth,
quickly captured and licked away.
"You would?"
And again that shy boy shows up, the Kindred who can't
believe how good life has become. He loosens his hold
on the Gangrel and
holds his arms open. "I'd like that. A lot."
Cash crawls
up the bed and lays on his side next to David, pillowing
his head on the Ventrue's shoulder, wrapped in his arms.
"I like *this*,
a lot, too. I'm happiest where I can scent and touch
a lover." He idly
traces random patterns on David's chest and belly, hands
callused but
gentle.
"I didn't mean
to sound startled, Cash. I like this, too, just *being*
with a lover. It's just not what I'm used to with ..."
David says, his
thought stopping in mid-sentence.
"....with Joseph,"
Cash says, completing the thought. "I understand.
He's a LOT like Julian was 40 years ago; very passionate,
but not very
good at the softer side of love. He'll grow, and learn,
give him time.
He's still in the mindset that sees submission as defeat
and tenderness
as weakness. WE know better, you and I. Fiercest
warrior I ever knew
was a poet and moved like wind over water. That was in
Japan, and he was
oh, probably close to 80. Old enough to see the futility
of the
Emperor's cause at the end. Remind me, I'll dig out the
poems and
translate some of them for you."
"Japanese poetry.
You continue to amaze me, Cash. I'd like to hear them
sometime." The Ventrue pulls Cash in closer. "When my
brain can focus on
something that complex." He laughs as he absently strokes
Cash's hair.
"You are *so* different from what I expected."
"I can hear
it now, from one of the Ventrue in the London court, I'll
bet. 'The Gangrel are animals, dear boy, mere dogs to
put to the leash.
Too wild to be domesticated, let them guard the borders
and fight our
battles, that's what they are good for.' I've heard it
before," Cash
mimics an overbred, uppercrust British accent for all
it's worth, a soft
chuckle taking the sting out of the words.
"You do that
quite well. You almost sound like the London primogen."
David laughs again, a deeper almost roar this time. "But
you don't quite
match Morgaine's email descriptions either."
"Oh??? How's
that? She's seen a lot more of this side of me than even
Julian has. He fell in love with the warrior, he doesn't
know quite what
to do with the mystic or the poet." Cash laughs again,
remembering how
surprised Julian had been back last Yule when faced with
the whole
wealth of Cash's library for the first time.
David traces
a line down Cash's face, along the jaw and across the
lips. "Let's see. She said you were cute and wild and
impetuous and ..."
[No, let's not include her answer to Joe's question.]
"She just
neglected to add intelligent and thoughtful and positively
delicious."
His hand continues its path down the outside of Cash's
arm. "Maybe she
just wanted me to discover all your best assets for myself."
A look of pleased
bafflement crosses the Gangrel's face, he's not used
to compliments this fulsome. "David, I.......," Cash
swallows hard and
just stutters, "..... Thank you."
"And she most
definitely left out 'embarrassable.' I'm sorry." David
kisses Cash's temple softly. "To be honest, you're the
first Gangrel
I've actually talked with. Met a few of your gypsy cousins,
Ravnos, in
London. Other than that, my Kindred experiences are limited
to some
academic Brujah, a few Nosferatu, too many artsy Toreador
and way more
Ventrue than I like to remember. That's not counting
the Lasombra who
shot at me, of course."
"I'm a REALLY
odd duck, David. Normally the Gangrel don't embrace those
of Romany blood; the two peoples traveled together too
long in Europe.
My sire didn't know my heritage, misled by the hair and
the name, I
guess. And what the hell were you doing that you got
shot by the Sabbat?
" Cash props himself up on one elbow, frowning down at
David with a
"whole truth and nothing but the truth" glare on his
face.
"Rescuing Joe,"
David says matter of factly. "First and last time I met
the dark side of the Ventrue, as Morgaine likes to call
them. Foolish of
me, but I thought it would be better for me to take their
bullets than
the mortal." He smiles in a silly sort of way. "I could
see your sire
... Stevie? is that right? ... not realizing you were
Rom. Way too
fair-haired."
Cash leans
in, their foreheads touching. "And you, my Ventrue knight,
are to leave the bodyguarding to me, eh? Reminds me of
the time I took a
sword through the shoulder for Julian, and he shot the
Brujah that was
trying to take my head. Once you've spilled blood for
someone, it's so
damn easy to fall in love with then, isn't it?"
"I'll be happy
to let you do that," the Ventrue sighs with relief.
"Even though I knew they wouldn't kill me, those bullets
hurt like hell
going in. Joe couldn't understand why I didn't die right
then and there.
So, when he approached me later, yeah, it was hard to
say no." David
nudges his nose against Cash's in an Eskimo kiss.
Cash leans
down that last fraction of an inch to turn it into a real
kiss. While they had been talking, the caresses had continued,
both of
them sensual creatures indulging themselves in the feel
and scent of a
lover's body.
[Oh, so nice.
That's even harder to say no to.] David slides his hand
down to the Gangrel's ass as he responds to the kiss,
deepening it ever
so slightly. [I don't have to say no. I can have this.]
The Gangrel's
tongue explores deeper into David's willing mouth,
teasing around budding fangs as the Ventrue's arousal
grows. At the
touch of hands on his ass, he makes an affirmative little
growl in his
throat and deepens the kiss further, opening his own
mouth to the return
exploration of the younger man's tongue.
David shifts
his weight so Cash is pulled on top of him as the kiss
continues. His arousal quickly grows, both lust and bloodlust.
The shift
allows him to free his other hand and both knead at the
flesh beneath
his touch, thumbs pressing into the dip at the top of
Cash's ass and
tracing downward. He moans softly into the other's mouth,
tongue drawing
across the contour of the teeth.
At the touch
across the base of his spine, Cash whimpers, a needy
noise, loud in the silence of the room. His cock
is hard against Joe's
belly now, and he breaks the kiss to look his lover full
in the face.
"Want you, David, beautiful boy. Please."
Abruptly, Cash drops his
head to the juncture of his lover's neck and shoulder
and rubs his cheek
against the skin, breathing in deep. "Mine, blood
of my vowed blood,"
he whispers, almost too soft for David to hear him.
"Want you,
too. In a bad way." David moves just enough so that Cash's
cock rubs against him again. "Want to be yours. Make
love to me again,
all the way this time."
"Yes, gods
yes," Cash groans against David's neck, licking at the skin
over the big artery. "So sweet, like wine." The
Gangrel trails kisses
down to the nipples, standing pointed in anticipation
of his touch.
"Yes. Oh, yes.
Yes. Yes." Staccato moans are the only verbal response
the Ventrue can manage at the moment the Gangrel's mouth
reaches the
sensitive fleshy mounds. He can only smile at how quickly
Cash is
learning his hot spots.
Cash lavishes
first one side and then the other with tongue and teeth
and teasing suction. He's careful not to bite again
though, David
doesn't seem to share his sire's fascination with spilling
blood.
David arches
into each touch with subtle demanding. He wants more than
anything for this to not be like sex with Joe, hurried
and hard; good,
yes, he reminds himself. But gentle can be good, too.
The Gangrel is
proving that with his reservation. "Cash, need this.
Need you."
"And how would
like me, David? How do you like to make love 'all the
way', do you like to watch your lover?" Cash purrs, glancing
up into
David's face as he lies on the Ventrue's chest, hand
still toying with a
nipple, teasing the crest with blunted nails.
The Ventrue
slips his hand into Cash's hair, combing it back. "I'd like
to see your face, your eyes," he says, his voice dropping
to a near
whisper. "Know that it's more than just sex." His fingers
trail along
the hairline at the back of Cash's neck. "Would that
be okay?"
"But of course,
David. Why wouldn't it be? And this IS more than just
sex. Can't you feel the connection? Pure
passion is wonderful and we
WILL come to each other that way someday. But tonight
is different."
[Tonight is for you, my beautiful ivory tower professor.
I want you to
feel cherished, contented.]
David just
strokes at Cash's neck, the scholar suddenly at a loss for
putting into words what he feels. [How do I say thank
you?]
Cash kisses
his way up from breast to throat, "Just a minute,
professor. Let me...." He reaches into the
bedside table drawer and
pulls out a small bottle of massage oil. "Do you like
sandalwood, love?
I have others, but not within reach."
"Sandalwood
is fine," David gasps out. "Olive oil would be fine right
now."
"But no garlic,"
Cash teases, bringing them down a little from
passion's peak, in order to make the next ascent more
breathtaking. He
opens the little vial and the heady scent fills the room,
mixing with
the smell of passion and blood from their earlier lovemaking.
Cash
drips a few drops of oil on David's belly, and then a
small trail over
his cock.
The sensation
is breathtaking, more erotic than anything the young
Ventrue has experienced. "Ohmigod, Cash," he moans. "That's
divine.
Simply and utterly divine. Definitely don't stop there."
"I won't."
Cash runs his fingers and then his whole hand up and down
David's oil-slicked cock. The oil heats a little
in his palm and the
prone Ventrue's gasps of pleasure tell everything Cash
needs to know.
"I've never
felt *anything* so sublime." [Not even from Morgaine.And
sure as hell not from Joe.] "You're pushing *all* the
right buttons."
"Good.
That's just what I want to do." This time the oil drips over
the base of David's cock and slides over his balls.
The Gangrel's cool
fingers follow the oily trail and tease the soft skin
of the peritoneum
for a moment before pausing at the puckered opening.
"Relax for me,
magister."
As if on command,
David's body loses the last of its tension, what
little it had, and he relaxes completely into the Gangrel's
caresses.
Picking up on the Latin, he shakes his head. "No, Cash,
not magister.
You are the master here. Magister, maitre, domini." David's
mind
searches for the words in other tongues.
"Shhhh, shhhh,"
Cash soothes as his finger slips into the Ventrue's
willing body, "David, easy, no words of masters or slaves
here. You are
my lover, sweet one, yes, yes, that's it.... open for
me...." A second
finger slips in beside the first, pushing at the ring
of muscle,
pleasure wrapped around what can be, but isn't, pain.
"So nice ...
so easy ... to let go ... give in ... to pleasure." David
cautions himself not to rush it, to let the pleasure
set its own pace.
"Lover ... I like that ... you are master tonight ...
of this." He
gently pushes his body against Cash's fingers. "Fuck
me, Cash," comes
the hushed whisper.
"Soon, dear
one, soon." More oil and a third finger to make David
squirm with desire. As his free hand tosses the
oil bottle away and
comes up to cover David's cock, the Ventrue bucks into
Cash's fist and
back onto the buried fingers. "Ahhhh, that's it, but
not all the way,
not yet..."
And within
seconds the Ventrue is babbling in about six different
languages, incoherent for the most part, as he moves
to a level he
didn't know existed. "Damn" and "yes" repeated about
20 times are the
only signs on intelligent English in the mix.
Reluctantly,
Cash removes his fingers from David's ass and releases his
cock, keeping a gentle hand at the side of David's groin.
The Ventrue
moans and thrashes against the loss of touch. "Easy,
sweet, here....."
Cash moves to kneel between David's legs, poised at the
opening to the
Ventrue's body. A quick hand anointing his own
cock with the oil and
precum from David's body. Cash presses in gently,
but David is more
than ready.
David stretches
his arms down his body, seeking connection with Cash's
flesh."Yes, my dear Gangrel, that's it." He moans and
thrusts his body
down, wanting to drive his lover deep inside him."That's
what I want."
"Easy, love,
don't, let me." Slowly Cash thrusts deeper into the
willing body. David's knees come up and his long
legs wrap around
Cash's waist, pulling the Gangrel deeper.
"Oh fuck, yes," Cash pants
as he starts to thrust. He's braced his weight
on David's forearms and
he stares down into his lover's face, silver-eyed, bloodsweat
starting.
"So this is
what it's like," the Ventrue says under his breath. He
twists his arms a bit under Cash's weight, reveling in
the sensation of
creating bruises that won't be there in minutes. He relaxes
again, his
body pliable to Cash's thrusts, his calves caressing
Cash's ass. And for
the longest time, he just stares into his lover's eyes,
taking in every
nuance of silver shading. His own Beast is swelling as
his eyes tint
from blue to a pewtery silver.
David's cock
is trapped between their bodies, gliding in the pool of
oil left there for this very purpose. "Cum for
me, David, spill your
passion, oh gods, so close....." Cash chants, biting
at his lip to hold
himself back, a sudden bright drop of blood trembles
on his bottom lip.
The Ventrue
needs little encouragement, if any, and a few grunting
moans later, he cums, his seed spilling across his belly
as his release
grinds through his body.
"Yes. Cash.
Now, cum. Fill me with your passion." His eyes are tinged
with bloody tears at the love and ecstasy he's feeling,
the sweat
rolling from his neck.
"YES!"
The Gangrel shouts as his cock is gripped in his lover's
passionate spasms. He arches back, the cords in
his neck standing out.
One, two more thrusts, hard and fast into the echoes
of David's orgasm
and Cash's answering passion spurts into his lover's
body. The Gangrel
stays braced, shuddering and gasping for a long moment,
then bonelessly
collapses into David's arms, moaning a bit as his softened
cock slips
from David's body.
David's arms
go up around the Gangrel, enveloping him in an exhausted
embrace. "Thank you," he manages to murmur between short,
halted
breaths.
"My pleasure......
literally." Cash whispers back, his breath still
coming mortal quick.
Still wrapped
in each other's arms, bodies drenched with lovemaking,
the new lovers drift into sleep, falling hard into the
oblivion of
Morpheus' spell, exhausted from the exploration of sensual
realms.