Mastered

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Mastered Sean sat alone on the steps of a rather fine mansion belonging to his immortal father Kane and his retinue of female vampires. He supposed, by virtue of his association with Kane’s blood, the house belonged to him, too, at least in part. Extraordinary. He would never have thought he could afford such a fine place as a mortal man, but gaining rights to the property had been vampiric child’s play. A simple word of invitation through elegantly gilded wooden doors, and they all had not only a luxurious home, but a banquet of family and servants all theirs for the taking. The humans themselves -- why, they had hardly fought at all for their home or lives. Each one went down easily, like small bugs underfoot -- a crunch, a sup of hot blood, and poof! They were no more. An easy victory. Too much so. The lack of challenge made Sean oddly uncomfortable. He preferred kills which came with a bit of a scrap. Something fit to let him glory in his new strength. A bit, he imagined, like the pleasure hostlers took in “breaking” wild stallions. Wrenching them down from their fighting stances, all red eyes, flying hooves, and sharp teeth, to gentle manners suited for pulling a carriage fit for a lady. He found uncountable vicious pleasures and vicarious thrills in teaching lesser creatures exactly who their masters were. He knew he had become a master. If he dared mention the word to Kane when speaking of himself, the older vampire would laugh him to scorn, but who cared? Sean knew what he was. No lesser being could even begin to dream of such power as he possessed, all ready and waiting at his fingertips. Speaking of which -- he spread them wide, gazing thoughtfully at their slender strength. Never used in life for more than holding a pen or taking an elderly female

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relative’s arm as they went out to meeting, his hands had, only hours earlier, been covered in gore and dripping with crimson blood. At the moment, they lay idle, and that bothered Sean. He might have eternity in front of him, but he had no intention of wasting a single second! With all the humans inside the house dead and devoured, he found himself bored, the chase ended, and no company with which to while away the coming hours of daylight. The vampiresses wouldn’t have anything to do with him. He felt sure of the fact. They laughed at him, not behind his back, but to his face, saying the one who’d turned him had laid a claim they dared not flout. Once, they’d pounced on him with a fop’s powders and paints, claiming they’d paint him up “pretty as a girl!” for Kane’s pleasure. Sean knew he was pleasing to look at, with hair of bronze and eyes of cerulean blue, a well-formed body with an excellent leg, but he was no woman! Kane. Remembering cold fingers smearing kohl on his eyelids and rouge on his pale cheeks, he shuddered. Sean had heard rumors of Kane taking illicit pleasure in members of his own sex, but surely even vampires weren’t so depraved? He was sure he’d not go near Kane of his own free will, rumors or no. Talk was only a collection of sounds on the air when you came down to it, and Sean had learned his blood brothers and sisters would chatter about absolutely anything. He knew for certain the massive vampire Kane had a dark forest shadow in his green eyes, a certain surety of vicious madness which warned the wise man -- and vampire -- far away. Sean had, by then, killed in plenty. He’d felt the new iron strength of his bones and muscles, and the sharpened points of his dog-teeth. He’d torn into the slender necks of dainty ladies who struggled and screamed though no one listened. Yet in everything he did, he realized, he felt a bit of the madness that drove Kane. The realization shocked and startled him. Could he, too, someday burn with such a black flame? If so, Kane was clearly a bad influence on him, and he should leave at once.

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He put a plan together quickly and examined the layout. Simple enough at a glance. The winter was hard on humans, and no one would notice if there were no comings or goings of the former owners from this self-sufficient estate for at least a few months. He imagined Kane would put out some story about the former owners moving farther south for the greater warmth, as if anyone would believe such lies. If Kane could do it with one mansion, why couldn’t Sean do the same with another? Pick any house he liked, clear out the inhabitants, and stay on as he pleased? Perhaps he’d take one of the younger female blood-sisters with him, the prettiest and weakest he could find, so as not to set himself up with a challenge. He thought he’d like someone to cosset and protect. And, ho! Why kill all the family and servants? It’d be a few moments’ work per head to give them a taste of the Dark Gift, and then he’d have a houseful of slaves and a stable of food at his disposal. Yes, yes, a much better notion! Sean examined his plan again and was satisfied. A man could live as he liked just fine this way as a vampire. He saw absolutely no reason why not. Only Kane, with his surly moods and whims, insisted on moving them about every few days. Nonsense about being hunted if they stayed put, that sort of thing. Well, he for one had had his fill of such rubbish. Besides, he wouldn’t run the risk of going mad as Kane himself. There! Decided, Sean stood, brushing dust and dried blood from his hands off onto the legs of his trousers. Sooner begun, sooner done. He’d go see Kane right away and -- “give his notice.” Which vampiress would he take with him? Catherine of the silver-gray eyes, or Jenny of the bewitching smile? Both had long, slim legs full fit for wrapping around a man’s back or waist as he thrust deep into her, finding the rhythm nature intended, rocking and sawing his cock within her cunt until he made her explode with pleasure, and spilled his own seed with a shout of laughter and triumph. Thinking about it, he all but ached. They might have mocked him before, but when he walked away from Kane triumphant, both women would want to follow.

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Why not both Catherine and Jenny, then? And the Goody Bethany, the whore, as well. He’d start his own harem, and to -- to Hell with Kane if he dared make a fuss! Proud of himself as a cock of the walk, Sean jumped down the rest of the stairs and hooted at the satisfying crack of the wooden floor. Ha! He’d soon be his own man -vampire -- see if he wouldn’t! A very satisfying feeling. Still, no need to be rude about the matter. He considered himself civilized enough to act like a gentleman. Surely Kane would treat him just the same in turn. The task was difficult without being able to use a mirror, but Sean made himself presentable as possible -- bronze hair smoothed back, clothes brushed, shoes shined -- before he went to face his future.

As expected, he found Kane holding court in the parlor, lolling in a most undignified manner in a chaise lounge. He’d pulled the body of a plump, oldish lady’s maid onto his knee, her head against his chest, aping the crudity of a tavern layabout with a saucy serving wench. The wound on her neck, ugly and ragged, still oozed slowly with the last of her blood. Her eyes, wide open, stared at Sean as if he confused her. He made almost no sound, but of course Kane knew he stood there. “Sean,” he said slowly, drawing out the word. Making it an ugly thing. “Come to see the night out with your lord and master, have you? There’s a good boy.” Sean’s temper flared. He could not abide those terms, and refused to live by them. No more! Still, it wouldn’t do to make a fuss. Soon it wouldn’t matter. “Kane, a word with you, if you please,” he said formally. “I’m hardly in the mood.” Kane waved a lazy hand, then propped it under the maid’s breast. Big as his palm was, she overflowed on all sides of his fingers. “She’s a fair bite for someone her age. Care for a taste?” Sean’s lip curled. “She’s dead,” he pointed out patiently. “Her blood --”

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“No, still alive. For the moment, at least.” Kane dipped his mouth to the wound on the woman’s neck and sucked noisily. He pulled back to grin with red-stained teeth. “She lives. Just barely. Enough to draw a breath now and again. Come, have a try. Must have liked her sweetmeats, this one. She tastes of sugar.” Oddly enough, Sean could smell her intoxicating aroma now that Kane was rolling it about in his mouth like a fine wine. For a moment he wavered, tempted -- but no. “Suit yourself, then.” Kane drank again, then sat back with a lazy sigh, dragging the woman against him. “That’s the last of her. Here, boy, if you’re just going to stand about, you might as well fetch me a smoke and a spill from the fire to light it with.” Sean obeyed before he caught himself, realizing what he was doing. Enraged, he had half a mind to pitch tobacco and spark straight back into the hearth, but decided rather on one last gracious gesture. With a half-bow and a nod of his head, he extended the items to Kane. The vampire lit his smoke with savage pleasure, inhaling and letting go a dense cloud of smoke. Sean couldn’t stand it. “That does damage such fine draperies, you know,” he warned. “The smell will ruin every stick and stone in here.” The room’s furnishings made the place a work of art, and it would be a shame to damage it further. They’d have trouble enough wiping up the blood spills. Kane snorted. “As if I give a damn. We’ll be gone from this place come sundown.” He wriggled in his chair. “Them that lived here had no… imagination. Far too plain and ordinary.” His eyes landed on Sean and flashed with a malicious light. “Like yourself, I’d say.” “Would you?” Sean’s hands tightened into fists. There it lay between them, like a crimson splatter on the floor: the very last he’d take from Kane. “Fortunately, your opinion no longer matters to me, sir. If indeed it ever did.” “Really?” Kane sounded bored. “Is there a reason I should care?”

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“Because.” Sean straightened proudly. “I am leaving you, your foul name and brutish ways, all of this sordid mess, behind me. And I intend to take both Catherine and Jenny with me.” He expected anger. He expected vitriol. He did not expect a startled burst of laughter so loud it shook the delicate windows in their frames. Kane rolled in his seat, jostling the maid’s corpse to and fro. Her head bobbed on her neck like a broken flower. “Gods be damned, boy!” Kane gasped when he’d finally got himself back together. “You think you’re vampire enough to strike out on your own? Barely a year since you were turned and think you’re a master already?” “I am a master!” “Jesus, Mary and Joseph. You’re no master. You can barely fumble your way across the room without tripping.” Kane’s dark green eyes glittered, deeply amused. “What’s got such a fool notion in your head?” “I am leaving,” Sean repeated, louder and furious. “I am taking two of the women. I warn you, you’d be wise not to stop me.” “Wise, would I be?” Kane shook his head. “Wise, he says,” he addressed the maid. “What’s that, then? Well, you’re right enough -- to a fool, madness seems like sanity, and the other way around as well.” Quick as a flick, he sent his smoke through the air, so close to Sean’s ear that he felt the sting of it passing. He flinched back despite himself. “Did you even see me move?” Kane demanded. “Are you that quick?” Though shaken, Sean held his ground. “I will be, in time.” “And how do you plan to live? No, no, don’t tell me. I can see it all over you, shined up as you are. You’ll be a gentleman vampire, all genteel and proper in your ‘lovely’ home. Accompanied by the missus and a fine family of broken human puppets.” Kane grinned, a feral expression more fit for a bobcat than a man or vampire. “You’re a fool, boy. Naught but week-old porridge in that skull of yours.” Deeply offended, Sean said nothing. He’d tried to be civil, and been rebuffed. Very well! He’d just turn about and walk away. Let the creature regret its idiocy later.

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“Surely you’re not leaving in a fit of anger?” Kane called after him. “If we’re to part, then let’s at least part as gentlemen would.” The words startled Sean, and he turned back with eyes wide. Kane nodded. “Oh, yes, I’m letting you go. Why not? I’ll let you have a try, at the least. And never a complaint should you decide to return to my side. Hell, I’ll even let the women go, too, if they’ll have you as you stand, but you mustn’t mind them wandering.” He licked away the blood over his teeth. “They have brains of their own, even if they are cracked as all women.” Slowly, ever so slowly, Sean came back into the room. “You mean this?” “Course I do. Come on and share a civilized drink with me.” Kane jostled the maid thoughtfully. “There might be a sip left in her, though it’s going cold by now.” Sean shook his head. “I will have -- applejack, if you please.” “Applejack!” Kane rolled his eyes. “Not only a milk-sop, but a lady in disguise. Applejack, I ask of you! But no -- if that’s what you want, then that’s what you shall have. There’s a bottle full on the sideboard, I think.” “Ah!” Sean discovered the hard cider where Kane pointed. Pleased, as he’d enjoyed applejack as one of the few illicit pleasures he allowed himself in life and had none since he died, he poured himself a small glass. “And for yourself?” Kane looked at him levelly. “I’ll have none of it.” “But I thought --” “I said a civilized drink, not a mollycoddled excuse for one.” Kane shoved the maid aside to land in a messy heap on the floor, and leaned forward. “Have you never tried any strong drink at all since you were turned? Nor any food?” “What a ridiculous question. Of course I -- but -- wait. No. I haven’t. Have I?” Sean frowned. “Not to my recollection, but what does it matter?” “You’ve no need of human victuals any more. They’ve got no taste for you now.” “I beg your pardon?” “You’ll see. Go ahead, have a sip!” Kane waved at Sean’s glass. “You’ll understand what I mean soon enough.”

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Sean took a hesitant drink of the applejack -- and only just managed not to spit it out again. “Dear God in Heaven,” he managed, horrified. “Has the bottle gone off? I didn’t think hard liquor could rot, but this is awful.” “You see?” Kane glowered. “There’s one taste for you now, and for all time -blood. Everything else is dust and ashes on your tongue. And you thought yourself a master. Young fool. Look, here.” He held out his hand, palm up. “Taste of your skin.” Sean blinked at Kane, startled. His expression seemed to frustrate the older vampire. “Go on, I said, taste!” he ordered. “Lick at your palm as you would if you had a pinch of salt in there.” Uncertain but curious, Sean raised his hand. The tip of his tongue flickered out to lap at the pale skin. He blinked. His flesh tasted of… nothing. “You see? But now…” Kane bent and pressed his hand to the wound on the maid’s neck. He raised all five dripping fingers. “Come here, boy. Let’s see what you think of this.” For all of his earlier feasting, the sight filled Sean with a tremendous hunger. He approached, shy as a feral cat, casting sidelong looks at Kane -- who simply waited, patient as the deadly dawn. “This is most peculiar,” he muttered. Kane raised an eyebrow and waited. Slowly, Sean lowered his mouth to Kane’s uplifted hand, the runnels of blood trailing down his palm, and licked delicately. Kane hissed as Sean moaned, the taste filling his mouth, racing through his system. Oh! Kane was right… the maid’s blood did taste sweet, all peaches with cream and honeyed strawberries. Eager then and forgetting his manners and pretense at being a gentleman, he lapped at Kane’s outstretched hand, even poking his tongue between the fingers to catch every last drop. A tantalizing drop lingered on Kane’s forefinger. Without thinking, Sean seized upon it, drawing the digit into his mouth and sucking ravenously. He took hold of

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Kane’s hand in both his own, drawing it nearer to his face. More… there must be more somewhere… With a slight flick, Kane’s hand moved up. He sliced his finger open on Sean’s fang -- a proper cut, deep, the blood instantly flowing into Sean’s hungry mouth. “God!” Sean choked, almost reeling. He’d not tasted his maker’s blood since he’d been dying as a mortal and needed a few drops to make the change. He’d had no idea. Such power -- such pleasure -- so rich! Abandoning all semblance of manful dignity, he laved and sucked at the wound, digging the point of his tongue into the gash to draw out more of the delicious blood. “Enough,” Kane ordered. “Sean, did you hear me? Enough!” Sean whimpered as the stronger vampire drew his hand away, dragging his injured finger down Sean’s cheek in a trail of crimson. “Blood,” he said flatly, “is your life now. I am your life. Your lord and master. You’ll acknowledge that, one way or the other, before this day is through, or I’ll turn you to dust myself.” Sean growled at him, all animal in his thoughts. Kane had no right to take the treat away! Teeth snapping, he lunged after it. Kane caught him easily by the wrists. “Now there’s a bit of what I like to see,” he said with a wild laugh. “Let the beast in you run wild, Sean! Spot something you like, and demand it as your right!” Sean snarled at Kane, baring his fangs. “Give me more!” “Oh, you’ll have it, Sean,” Kane whispered. He drew red trails over his own cheeks and chin. Deliberately, he leaned back, offering up the blood. “If you want me, come and get me.” Sean flew at him, everything else forgotten, the force of his rush knocking them both to the floor. He didn’t care, so long as he could have more of that elixir. Greedy, hungry, he licked over Kane’s jaw, his neck, the hollows beneath his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth. He growled, wondering if he dared -- then decided he didn’t care, and bit down as he would on a helpless human.

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There, there, yes, oh, God, yes! The blood flows so quickly here! In the back of his mind he knew he should fear punishment, but no, for Kane’s lips twisted in a savage grin beneath his, and Kane’s sharp teeth tore through his own skin. The blood bubbled up, tasting of the woman’s sweetness and their own rich, musky flavors. He could not get enough -- there would never be enough! His mouth sealed over Kane’s, sucking hungrily at the lips. He felt the other vampire laugh beneath him, and then the shudder as Kane bit into his own tongue. Pushing up, he sent a gout of blood into Sean’s mouth. As Sean gasped, dizzy from the headiness of such a thing, Kane murmured, “Come now, a civilized drink. Let’s have a taste of yours, little one. Freely given.” No hesitation. Sean raised his hand and tore at it with his own mouth before lowering again to drink. He groaned despite himself. Who would have thought his own blood would have a taste, and when mingled with Kane’s it would make such a heady brew? Applejack be damned! This, this was the only drink he craved, the only one for him, the blood was all he would ever want then and ever after. He didn’t register Kane’s arms locking greedily behind his back, pulling them ever closer together. Too focused on the sensation of drinking from Kane’s lips to realize he was, in effect, kissing and being kissed as he drew that bloody tongue into his own mouth and felt it twine around his own in a savage dance. Sean moaned and writhed with the ecstasy of the moment. Humans could never compare! Their vital fluid was food, good enough, but never so fierce and vital as this. He’d never tasted of one of the female vampires, so he had no basis for comparison, but he’d wager they wouldn’t be like Kane. He wouldn’t want to devour. What he and Kane shared set his dead body on fire, from fingertip to toe. He undulated along the length of Kane’s body, fingernails digging in, only wanting more, more, more! Kane drew back, gasping for unneeded air. His eyes were wide and unfocused, but struggled for and found some dark control. He took Sean’s forearms in a heavy grasp and shook him hard. “Now, you see,” he snarled. “Now that you’ve tasted.”

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“More,” Sean begged. “Give it to me!” “That I will. But shh, shh, shh! Not just yet, sweet Sean.” Selfish, Kane licked away the red droplets clinging to his own teeth. “You must understand -- it’s only life, or that which mimics it, which has a taste for us now.” Sean whined greedily. He’d have more of Kane’s taste, or perish the second time trying to gain his prize! “Hungry little boy!” Kane laughed. “How I love to see such greed. To hear it.” His hands slid stickily down to Sean’s hips and grasped them roughly, hard enough to press into the muscle, to leave bruises. He thrust up with all the power in his hips. “Feel this hunger.” Sean realized the hardness he felt beneath him was the rock-solid erection inside Kane’s trousers, a great monster of a cock stabbing at him. Dazed, he suddenly discovered his own prick had swollen in turn, all but pulsing to a remembered beat of shameful fumbling beneath the covers after all else in his mortal house were asleep. When their two pricks bumped together, Sean threw back his head and howled, wild as an animal. The pressure -- the fire! It burned. He’d crumble into ashes. “No, no, don’t fear the tiger.” Kane grasped harder, twisting them to the side, rolled, and ended up with himself atop Sean, resting on his forearms. “Do you want another kiss, pretty boy? Do you crave another taste?” Feral with hunger, Sean nodded. He pushed up with his own hips, straining after Kane’s bleeding mouth with his own. “You’ll have me,” Kane promised. “But first, I hunger for a sup of finer liquor myself…” A rough hand slid down the front of Sean’s trousers, catching at his straining cock and giving it a sharp pull. “What have we here? Sean, you surprise me.” Kane squeezed, then yanked foreskin over tip with callused fingers. “Would this be for me?” Sean could only thrash his head about. “Taste,” he gasped. “More!” “Ah, not just yet. Patience. All good things to those who wait…”

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Clever fingers undid the lacings on Sean’s trousers. Freed, his cock all but jumped out, engorged to delicious painfulness. To his shock -- for he’d not seen it this way, yet, since his death -- it gleamed in the firelight, dribbling slick, opalescent strings down the length. Kane stared at it, eyes wild and insane. “There’s one other thing that has a taste in my mouth, Sean, my lad,” he growled. “And I’ll drink my fill of it tonight.” Then his mouth, Kane’s crimson mouth, dropped to engulf Sean’s cock. Sean roared, his hips lifting off the floor. He could feel himself hit the back of Kane’s throat and slide down into a tight channel. He thrust again and again, sliding his sensitive cock over Kane’s wickedly sharp teeth, scratching channels into the skin. Kane sucked ferociously, sweeping over and over with his tongue to catch every drop of juice and blood, swallowing, clutching, his mouth and throat and lips all but devouring Sean whole, sending him spiraling into an orgasmic heaven. Sean felt like a man struck by lightning, unable to do more than jerk and shake violently as he came down from the climax, feeling Kane lick and nip at his prick until it slipped from his mouth, soft but tingling, bleeding and shining from the saliva Kane had haphazardly cleaned him with. “One more thing has a taste,” Kane breathed, crawling up Sean. “Try it.” Sean flung his arms around Kane and drew him tight as possible, drinking away at the vampire’s tempting mouth. He tasted his own salty-sweet bitterness mixed in with the blood and groaned, growing hard again -- so quickly! “Now you’re getting the right idea,” Kane laughed exultantly. “Now you see what this existence is really all about!” Kane’s hand slid down again, between Sean’s legs, legs that parted for him like a wanton slut. “That’s it, that’s it, open for me, boy.” Kisses, more kisses than hungry slaverings now, and his thick fingers were poised at Sean’s entrance. “You’ll like this,” Kane whispered onto Sean’s tongue. “You’ll love it. It’s your nature.”

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Beyond thought or speech, Sean could only nod. One finger already pressed into him, and it felt so good, so good -The finger dug deep inside. Sean bucked and howled again. Kane’s mad laughter boomed out, utterly delighted. “Little whore! Look at you, so hungry for me!” Sean fixed animal eyes on Kane and snarled. “More!” “With pleasure, boy. But first I’ll be getting these damned nuisances out of the way.” With a few jerks and the sound of ripping, tearing cloth, Sean’s trousers were pulled away from him, rent into pieces. Had he ever thought this was wrong? What a fool he’d been! Sean’s own eager hands tugged Kane’s pants down. Kane’s cock, just as broad and long as it had felt thrusting against Sean, looked purple and angry. The slit gaped, pulsing out thin strings of its own pre-come. Sean whined like a starveling dog. He wanted a taste! Kane wrapped his own hand around his shaft and stroked once, then lifted his hand, shining with blood, to Sean’s mouth. “Suck this,” he ordered. “And bite!” With a plunge of his hips, Kane plowed his cock into Sean’s virgin hole. The sensation -- so intense, so exquisite, burning and freezing -- sent Sean into a frenzy. Desperate for more, he pulled his thighs back with his own hands and pushed forward. “Deeper,” he roared around the finger that he gnawed at, greedily guzzling from. “Harder. More!” “Aye,” Kane snarled, teeth snapping at the thin skin on Sean’s neck, making a pattern of punctures up and down. “More!” He pushed further in and began thrusting in earnest, pushing hard and fast inside Sean’s ass, filling him up and splitting him in two. Sean’s head banged against the floor as his arms pounded the carpet, then reached up to claw at Kane’s broad back. Nothing else existed in the whole wide world. There was only the feeling of Kane’s cock inside him and the taste of blood and come in his mouth. “More,” he growled, thrusting back, fucking himself on Kane’s cock. “More!”

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Loosing a great cry, Kane sank his fangs into Sean’s collarbone, snapping down tight. His solid body gave a massive heave, a shudder, and as he emptied himself into Sean’s hole, Sean came again without touching himself, spurting thick gouts up between their bellies, his mind vanishing all away into the explosion of light and color. Now he understood why the French called this a “little death.” He felt as if he were tumbling down the well of eternity again, and he never, no never, wanted to come back up and face the cold world again… But for all his wishing, Sean returned to consciousness a moment later, all atremble from head to toe. His thoughts, still swimming in the void, wended their way back into his brain like small fish flickering around in a pond. He could not connect them -- they were a jumble of, Oh, God! and, Never felt this way before, and, Full; satiated; satisfied; enough. For the moment. Rough laughter came from a heavy body draped along Sean’s side. He turned his head to see Kane, lazing on one elbow and staring at him with eyes already sharp, missing nothing. “You see, now, what you are?” he whispered, each word a sharply delicious threat. “You think you are your own creature, but you belong to me, beautiful boy. You’re mine, and I’ll not suffer your leaving. Lovely little whore that you are. Your ass belongs to me, your prick, your balls, your seed -- all of these are mine. Now and forever more shall be.” He stroked down Sean’s naked hip, hand so cold the touch stung. Sean gasped a little, shuddering away. He was beginning to realize what he’d done. He’d allowed -permitted -- no, begged for, like the wanton that Kane called him -“Yes, you did.” Kane dabbed at Sean’s lip with the ball of one thumb. “And you will again. I am your lord and master. I told you this. And now, I think, you must agree…” His fingers curled around Sean’s cock. “Mine,” he snarled. “And the hell if I’m letting you go!”

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And Sean, his gentleman’s attire ruined, his hair in wild tangles, his body slick with fluids, realized what the lesson had been all along. Kane never really meant to let him go. He only meant to teach him where he belonged. Who owned him, and why. “Mine,” Kane repeated, working at Sean’s sore, sensitive prick, bringing the blood surging back in to fill it. His smile was the one that Lucifer must have worn when he first surveyed Hell, and his hand never ceasing. “You won’t leave me, boy. Not until I send you out to conquer in my name. You’ll never be able to leave me unless I give you permission.” Sean tasted the salt and copper on his tongue. He knew, then, what Kane must have wanted all along had now come to pass. There was no choice for him, just as there had not been when Kane decided to give him the gift of eternal life. Then, as always, Kane’s wishes were forged and welded into law. And did he regret it, truly? The remnants of Sean’s Puritanism shrieked at him about sin and damnation, but no, he was already damned. Why not enjoy what he had while it lasted? If he was a monster, as he had proved himself to be, groveling in blood and semen, he would be the best monster possible. He would obey Kane, he knew, doing whatever he wanted for the sake of more blood and come. Growling under his voice, like a panther snarling, he stared back at Kane. “I am yours,” he said. “Do what you want.” With a triumphant roar, Kane pounced on him and began again to fill Sean with his own undying essence. Sean let Kane do what he would with his body, and gave back as good as he got. He realized that striking out on his own would have been a terrible idea. He needed to learn from Kane. Lessons taught in pleasure, pain, blood and come. And then, together, they would rule the world. Thinking this, Sean tilted his head back and laughed, laughed, laughed into the night…

Willa Okati Willa Okati is one hundred percent in love with all things vampire and supernatural. However, she’s an even bigger fan of stories that feature beautiful men exploring their desires for one another. Casually known as the “blue-haired, tattooed wench” among Changeling folks, she lives for the fun of acting just as young as she feels. She’d love for you to visit her website at http://www.willaokati.com or join her reader’s loop for fun and chatter at [email protected]. Happy reading!