Saturday, July 16th, 2011 | ||
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I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a hard time with this week’s theme. In my day-to-day life, I pay homage to lots of things: a favorite piece of music, an episode from an old TV show, a movie I’ve watched close to a hundred times. But in my fiction? Not so much.
And then I remembered a short, intense, emotional (and super sexy) story I wrote for Changeling under my Hunter Raines pen name. I’m a big fan of the Blade movie trilogy. Something about a hot vampire hunter along with nasty (and some surprisingly redeemable) vampires really does it for me. I wrote SANCTUARY BY FIRE with the Blade movies in mind, though I chose to focus on what happens to a vampire and his human thrall after the hunters have left him for dead.
Enjoy!
“Ah, Master. I wish I could say I told you so.”
Pain flared along Theo’s right arm. It traveled into his chest, where it pounded against his ribcage in an attempt to reach his non-beating heart. He ignored it, just like he’d ignored the first ravages of sunlight when the vampire hunters had bound him and left him in the church’s graveyard for dawn to find. And that had been after they’d sliced into him with silver knives, scoring hundreds of notches in his flesh.
“Don’t say anything.”
A protest echoed through Theo’s mind, but he was in no mood to heed it. He wanted only what he’d wanted all along. His cock, buried deep in Reed’s ass while his fangs found the man’s throat.
Just once.
Theo rose to his knees. Reed’s chest heaved with the force of his breathing. His cock pressed against Theo’s inner thigh. They lay on nothing but shadows and darkness. The light flaring around them seemed to spill from a dozen candles, yet none could be seen.
Theo shrugged. His near-death hallucination. His rules.
He splayed his fingertips across Reed’s ribs, following the planes and valleys of the man’s muscular physique until he reached his lover’s groin. He watched Reed’s face as he cupped the other man’s cock, trailing his thumb and middle finger down the shaft to squeeze a drop of clear liquid from the tip.
The heady scent of pre-cum bloomed everywhere, enveloping him in a perfume of male musk and raw need. He had to taste it, to know its flavor before experiencing true death.
Reed reached up and touched Theo for the first time since this impossible dream began. His fingers left tendrils of cool ice in their wake, banishing the fiery agony inch by inch.
“Master.”
Reed’s voice echoed through the cavern of Theo’s mind. He imagined the word held more than reverence and respect. The lilting cadence in the way Reed had spoken imbued a relatively simple title with lust and fidelity… and maybe, if he was very lucky, even with love.
Theo slid down Reed’s belly until his mouth was even with his thrall’s dark patch of rough curls. The man’s thick cock pulsed slightly under scrutiny. The drop of pre-cum Theo had coaxed from the tiny slit slipped down the coppery skin, highlighting a blue vein in glossy liquid.
When his mouth made contact with Reed’s cock, the man’s body tensed. His muscled thighs flexed, soft hairs brushing against Theo’s cheek as his palms cupped Reed’s ass. Reed’s balls brushed his chin. Theo’s tongue followed the slippery trail left by the bead of moisture.
In an instant, flavor assaulted him from all sides, filling his mouth with salty musk. The taste was a thousand times stronger than it should have been. It ripped through his veins with more potency than any sunlight and burrowed deep into his own sac, tightening his scrotum, making his cock twitch and hover on the edge of bursting.
He wouldn’t let it, though. He wasn’t ready yet. The moment he gave in, the fantasy would end. The death he’d been trying so valiantly to keep at bay would claim him. He couldn’t let that happen. Not until he’d devoured every last inch of his thrall’s beautiful body.
SANCTUARY BY FIRE is available at Changeling Press.
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