By Va Wilcox and Kat Denton
Pairings: Julian/Cash
Warnings: m/m
Rated NC-17/Adult for explicit m/m relationship
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(KtE) was
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Julian comes into room to find Cash sitting cross-legged
in front of the
fireplace, studying the blaze. His face is solemn, no
trace of the imp
or the warrior, rather a mystic. Outside it is raining
-- somber early
November, the drops playing against the window panes.
The prince walks
up silently, stealthily, and kneels behind his lover,
leaning in closely
to whisper at his ear, "A penny for your thoughts, love."
Cash jumps, slightly startled. "I didn't hear you come
in, Julian. I was
a million miles away....."
Julian moves his left arm around Cash's waist and leans
on his right
elbow, stretching out his legs towards the chair. "Sorry.
I didn't mean
to startle you." He lightly kisses Cash's knee, "So,
what were you
thinking?"
"Fate, the future........ just about the turning of the
year......" The
Gangrel turns to Julian, "do you think some things are
just *supposed*
to happen?"
"Ah, you're introspective today." The Ventrue lays his
head lightly
against Cash's leg, stroking the bare ankle beneath his
shoulder,
looking up into his face. "Yes, I believe in fate, if
that's what you
mean."
Cash moves to drop his leg, pillowing his love's head
and laces his
finger's into Julian's hair. "Fate, the gods, call it
what you will."
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Julian muses, half to
himself, half
aloud.
Cash cocks an inquisitive eyebrow at Julian's muttered
comment, "How
so?"
Julian takes a deep breath, rubs face against the soft
denim of Cash's
worn jeans. "Fate intervened in my life, in the form
of Archon Raine,
and made me Kindred. If not for him, I'd be long in my
grave and not
here with you." He feathers Cash's thigh with kisses.
The Gangrel moans a little at the light touch of Julian's
mouth, he
feels it easily beneath the worn denim. "Yeah, that's
what I was
thinking about. You know, when I went off to fight in
the Pacific, my
mother had the clan's foreteller read my cards. She said
something that
has haunted me ever since, 'you won't die until you are
ready to die'. I
took that as a good omen, but now I am not so sure."
Cash strokes his
hand through Julian's hair, pensive, thinking, [I couldn't
bear to be
without you. I love you so much that it frightens me.]
Julian stops his playful kisses, troubled by the melancholic
sound in
his lover's voice, he looks up into Cash's eyes. "What
troubles you,
Cash?" The Ventrue caresses Cash's back with long, soothing
strokes.
"Just saying good-bye to Archon, beloved, to Stevie and
to the last of
my mortal comrades in arms. I feel *detached* from life
somehow, as if
you are the only thing holding me here now.
Cash's thoughts and words cause the prince more pause.
He sits up,
taking Cash's face in his hands. "And is our love not
strong enough to
keep you from yearning for the light? I love you ...
with my body ...
and heart ... and soul. [This isn't just about Archon
and Stevie Ray, is
it? You think I'm going to abandon you, push you away
... again.]
Cash throws his arms around Julian, "Oh no, beloved, your
love is *all*
that holds me here. In your arms I find my anchor in
life, my love." He
murmurs against Julian's neck, "It's just ..... how do
you go on, when
all your mortal ties are gone, when you have to remake
your life? I just
don't know how."
Julian pulls Cash in closer. "It's not easy. I won't lie
to you." He is
pushing back the tears that swell inside him. "When my
mortal wife died,
I thought I had nothing to live for. I wished for death
to come and take
me. He did. And I discovered that death is not the end
... through
Archon. He kisses the younger Kindred gently on the mouth.
"I'm here for
you. I'll help you through it."
Cash curls into Julian's arms, snuggling closer as if
searching for a
lost warmth and opens his mouth under Julian's kiss,
desiring his touch.
[It's like standing at a crossroads, and not knowing what's
around the
bend. Just trust in me. I'll be your comfort.] Julian
opens his mouth in
response, tenderly returning Cash's desire with slow,
soft moves, his
tongue seeking out the soft cheeks. [Saying good-bye
to friends has
awakened your soul, my friend, and the heavy rains have
dampened your
spirits.]
[I often am troubled right after Hallows, just *missing*
those gone
ahead. I know we shall join them soon enough, not even
the Kindred live
forever.] Cash mouth softens even more under Julian's
caress, his arms
gentle across the Ventrue prince's back, [Love me, possess
me, remind me
I am alive.]
Julian gently lays Cash back on the floor, breaking their
kiss only at
the last moment. [Not so soon, my love. Don't yearn for
the light quite
yet.] He feathers kisses along Cash's jaw line.
Cash moans deep in his throat as Julian's kisses trail
down his neck. [I
have learned to trust again, to love again. No, beloved,
I am not ready
to embrace the light.] Buried too deep for Julian to
"hear", he adds
[not while you live, beloved.]
The prince continues kissing down Cash's throat, letting
his tongue
trace a line from earlobe to Adam's apple. He moves his
hands to the top
of Cash's soft chambray shirt, quickly unbuttoning it
and spreading it
aside. He then moves his hands under the T-shirt and
pushes upward in
slow, near-massage movements.
"Oh, that's so nice, Julian." Cash's voice is breathless,
his hands
clench on Julian's shoulders as he throws his head back
in surrender.
"It's supposed to be. Relax, enjoy." [I will not betray
your trust,
Cash. Ever.] He lightly spreads Cash's legs apart and
kneels between
them, dropping kisses on Cash's stomach. He grasps his
nipples between
thumb and forefinger, pinching quickly before rubbing
gently.
Arching up into Julian's touch, his desire is rising.
At the pinch on
his nipples, Cash gives a hungry moan.
As he moves upward, Julian stretches against Cash's body,
feeling the
hardness building in his young lover's groin, pressing
against it.
Julian whispers against his lover's cheek, "You are mine,
and I revel in
that."
"Always yours, beloved." [I beg you, my lord, take me.
Mark me, make me
yours - I need your possession.]
Julian quickly moves back to a full kneeling position,
focusing intently
on Cash's face as he unbuckles the belt and unzips the
younger man's
jeans. His hands make quick work of it, then he moves
to pull the jeans
and briefs down Cash's hips, pulling first the right
leg out and then
the left. He drops the clothes to the side away from
the fire. Bare from
the waist down, the fire warms cool Kindred flesh. The
rain pounding
against the windows just makes the warmth more welcomed.
Cash's eyes are
nearly shut in sensual surrender.
Julian bends down, kissing Cash's hip, trailing kisses
down the curve of
the body beneath him until his cheek brushes against
the Cash's cock. He
runs his tongue around and under his love's balls, sucking
slightly as
his hands move to take hold of the erection. [I do possess
you, love.]
With a moan verging on a whimper, Cash nods, [yours, always.]
Wrapping his fingers around the massive, rigid cock, Julian
meets little
resistance. He pulls upward, stretching it lightly, taking
the balls in
his mouth, sucking and licking simultaneously, first
one then the other.
His hand moves rhythmically up and down along the erect
organ. Julian
slowly pulls his mouth off of Cash, letting his tongue
flicker against
the base of the cock as he raises his head up and moves
his hands to
either side of Cash's legs. With a low growl, he plunges
down, taking
the whole of Cash's cock into his mouth.
"GODS!!" Cash voice scales up, his back arching, thrusting
into Julian's
mouth. The Ventrue sucks quickly, deeply, pushing his
mouth up and down
on the erection, feeling his own passion rising as he
does. Julian's
hands press against Cash's hipbones, forcing him flat
on the rug before
the fireplace.
"Please, oh please," the younger man babbles, incoherent
with passion,
needing the raw lust, this love, this mastery. [Oh yes,
make me feel
alive again.]
[Alive. Yes, Cash.] Taking his lover as deeply as he can,
Julian thrusts
him down, sucking hard on each upward movement, working
his tongue
around the cock.
Cash's hands make their way into Julian's hair, just touching,
lightly
resting on the back of his lover's head, undemanding.
Cash pants out,
short harsh breaths, "Gods, my lord, pleasssse!"
Julian pushes his head against Cash's hands, his lover's
touch
increasing the frenzy building inside him. He plunges
again on the erect
cock, taking every inch of it into his mouth, covering
it with tongue
and teeth, sucking harder and more furiously. [Release,
Cash. Let
yourself go.]
[Yessssss,] Cash cries in their bond, his head is thrown
back, his hands
harder on Julian's scalp, the crisp dark hair under his
fingers. The
mental command echoing down their link provides the final
push over the
edge. Cash comes, nearly silent, his lip bleeding from
his teeth
clenching in passion. He fills Julian's mouth.
Julian sucks hard one last time, letting his lover's cum
wash the back
of his throat. His own passion is raging. [I want you
... to possess
you.]
[Yes - you know I need you to, want you to.] Cash lets
his head turn
away from the fire, baring his throat to his lover, submissive
to his
desire. [As you will, my lord, my love.]
"Not yet." Julian raises up to a full kneeling position
and pulls his
shirt over his head, stretching as he does. Standing,
he undoes his
pants and lets them drop, stepping out of them and pushing
them
backward. "I need *you* as well as your blood."
Gazing up at his lover, admiring the planes of his chest
as he skims out
of the shirt, the fire dancing on his skin, "I am yours."
Julian stands astride Cash's legs. Softly, he commands, "Turn over."
Cash complies swiftly, gracefully turning in the compass
of Julian's
legs. He takes the opportunity to roughly pull the shirts
he still wears
off over his head before settling on his hands and knees.
[Yes?] he
queries his lover.
"Yes, little one." Julian kneels once more, this time
behind his lover,
letting his erection brush against Cash's buttocks as
he leans over him,
feathering kisses down the center of his back. Shivering
at his lover's
attentions, Cash trusts back against Julian's groin.
Julian reaches
around and runs his hand down Cash's still wet cock;
he then inserts two
moistened fingers into his lover's anus, pushing with
a gentle firmness.
He strokes his own cock, pulling drops of pre cum from
its tip.
Cash groans, feeling himself hardening again. He drops
his shoulders to
the floor, pillowing his head on crossed arms, spreading
his knees
further apart to give his lover better access. Julian
twists his
fingers, shoving them into Cash's anus a little harder.
"Tell me what
you want, Cash." Julian's own erection is straining for
relief, the
vampire in him pushing to the surface.
"You, I need you. I need your strength, your hand over
me. Julian, my
lord, my prince." He shifts to rest his forehead on the
floor, his hands
lacing together behind his neck in submission.
"As you wish, my love." He pulls his hand away and replaces
it with his
engorged cock, pushing the tip in slowly, his hands hard
at Cash's hips.
[Beloved, my lord, yes - as *you* wish, I exist to love
you, to serve
you....] Surrender to his prince, ingrained in him from
the day's in
Archon's household, overwhelms the Gangrel.
Julian plunges deep into Cash's ass, quickly picking up
a thrusting
movement to the rhythm in his mind. The Venture prince
ceases to think
properly, overwhelmed by the sensation of his lover's
body enveloping
his cock, of Cash's scent, the sound of his voice in
Julian's head. [I
merely existed till there was you in my life. Serve me
by loving me.
That's all I ask. Don't ever stop.] He thrusts harder,
pulling Cash's
body against him, teetering on the edge of climax.
Hands gripped together as if to hold to life itself, Cash
trusts back
against his lover. [Never stop, I'll never stop loving
you.]
With a final, deep thrust, Julian leans forward, fangs
bared, reaching
for Cash's shoulder; he bites as his orgasm explodes
inside Cash.
[Yes, oh yes.] The feel of his lover's Kiss, the fangs
buried in the
back of his shoulder, his lover's weight on his back,
and his seed
spilling within him - these things pull him almost violently
back into
the present. No more the dreamy eyed pagan priest standing
on the
threshold of the light, but once again the companion
and bodyguard that
Archon fashioned him to be, forged for Archon's favorite
son.
Drinking deeply of Cash's blood, Julian feels relief,
a sense of peace
returning to his melancholic Gangrel. After a long moment,
he pulls out
of Cash's ass and shoulder, pulls Cash to his knees,
unlinking the hands
laced behind his neck. Julian deftly cuts his forearm,
drawing blood and
stretches his arm over Cash's shoulder. "Drink, my love."
The Gangrel's hands cradle Julian's arm, his head bowed,
back still
pressed against his lover behind him. Cash's mouth is
gentle on Julian's
skin, tasting Julian's strong love, knowing himself held
by bonds of
love and blood stronger than the strongest steel.
Julian pulls Cash's body back against him, cradling him
physically and
mentally. Pulling his mouth away from his lover's arm,
Cash licks the
wound to seal it. "Oh Julian, thank you. You always seem
to know what I
need even when I do not."
"Always." The prince kisses Cash's shoulder, licking the
wound from his
bite. They settle down together in front of the fire.
[I love rainy
nights.]