RW1 Ravyn's blood (2 page)
Sweet Jesu, Alex thought, seeing for the first time what he had denied to himself before. The tension had been building between them ever since Kalel had been old enough to join the troupe, and now it was coming to a head. He’d studiously avoided being alone with the boy for this very reason. It was bad for business to mix it with pleasure, especially pleasure that included the charge of his business partner. All around, this was a bad idea, the play, the fact that they were alone, everything.
Alex gently pressed him back against the stage, devouring his lips as he went. They shouldn’t be doing this, his logical mind argued. They should be practicing. Getting back to the love scene. This was too provocative. They were supposed to be faking it. Even now Alex should be getting up and… Kal let out a moan of pleasure as Alex’s tongue traced his lower lip.
Oh God, he thought, every sane idea abandoning him. The only thing that existed was this beautiful boy with his dancer’s grace and beautiful smile. Wantonly innocent, Kal was unaware that as he arched he was grinding the hard length of his cock against Alex’s own. “Please, please, please,” Kal moaned over and over between kisses, oblivious that he was speaking aloud. The boy’s passion drowned Alex.
With a tug of his hands, Alex wrenched the annoying cloth from Kal’s body, tearing away the aggravating nylon cloth to reveal the expanse of sweet, naked skin beneath. Alex sucked in a breath of reverence as his companion lay beneath him like some fallen angel, gloriously naked and hard. He brushed a strand of deep-brunette hair from Kal’s face and kissed his lips delicately. Kal allowed him to place kisses along his jawline and down his body. He cried out as Alex nipped his lower abdomen, making the vampire smile. “Please, Alex. Master. Please!” he moaned.
“Are you a virgin, love?” Alex breathed, sucking on Kal’s exposed hip bones a mere three inches from the throbbing bit of desire that cried for his attention. Kal groaned and convulsed as Alex delivered a hard bite to his nipple on the way to his mouth.
“I asked you a question,” Alex reminded. His voice was sin itself. The human gave him a look that said he’d lost his mind for asking questions at a time like this. Kal looked near tears. Seconds ticked by as Kal struggled to formulate a reply. Alex decided to help him along and gave his skin a sharp nip of encouragement.
“Yes!” he cried out as Alex sucked on the tender part of his neck above the vein. Alex chuckled at his long-in-coming answer.
“Good,” he whispered, for some reason intensely satisfied that he was to be Kal’s first.
“Kiss me,” Kal demanded, dragging Alex’s head up for another drugging kiss.
Alex growled in his mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down to Kal’s toes. He felt his fangs extend, and Kal pricked his tongue on the tip. Alex sucked the injury back into his mouth, feeding off the cut and enjoying the hell out of it. God’s blood, he hadn’t fanged out like this since he was a fledgling.
“I’m going to bite you when I fuck you,” Alex decided aloud, eliciting another moan from his consort.
“Don’t stop,” Kal begged.
Alex knew the taking of a virgin was a moment to be held in the upmost care, however he was too far gone to remember why it was so important. His hand went to Kal’s cock, and he pistoned his fist up and down his length, testing Kal’s reaction. Kal arched into his touch, crying out in time with every rhythmic pump of Alex’s hand on his silken shaft.
“Mine!” Alex growled, nibbling on Kal’s hip bone as he worked. Sucking on one of his fingers, Alex let the wetness gather and then deftly ran his hand down the crack of Kal’s virgin ass. Kal bucked into his hand. Alex chuckled at his enthusiasm and began to leisurely stroke the tight ring of muscles that protected Kal’s insides from his passionate demand.
“More,” Kal panted, almost completely incoherent. Gently, still stroking Kal’s desire, he probed the first few inches of Kal’s flesh, searching for the spot that would bring him bliss. Kal’s face was screwed up in intense concentration at Alex’s invasion. His cheeks were flushed, and little gasps were coming out of his throat involuntarily.
Alex found what he was looking for, and the look on Kal’s face as he stroked the “G-spot” of the male genitalia was worth every moment of the ache in his loins.
“I–I’m going to come!” Kal warned, his whole body tensing. Alex retreated, causing Kal to whimper in need.
“I want to be inside you the first time,” he whispered huskily.
Kal nodded in understanding.
“Please,” he begged. “I need you now.”
Alex chuckled. Darling little virgin didn’t understand yet.
“I need some lubrication to get inside you,” he murmured more than a little impatiently.
Kal looked at him, bewildered.
Alex got a wicked grin on his face. “Meaning, suck my cock, you little imp, and get it all wet so I can slide into that tight little body of yours.”
Obediently, Kal sat up and began to do as he was ordered.
Kal looked almost shy from his position between Alex’s legs. He’d pushed himself up to his knees to give Kal better access. God, the first tentative stroke of his tongue nearly undid him. Control, Alex thought, trying to gain control over his raging body. Control or it will be over much too quickly. Kal quickly got the gist of what was expected of him, and like a good boy, he sucked the tip of Alex’s aching erection into his mouth, licking the slit to taste the pre-cum that was decorating the mushroomed head.
Alex gripped his auburn hair and began to pump his hips into that talented little mouth. With each shallow thrust, he became one step closer to orgasm. When Kal reached up to stroke his sac, Alex nearly came undone.
“Enough,” he said sternly, pushing Kal back into their previous position, except this time he was between his legs.
He knew his cock was dripping wet from Kal’s ministrations, and as he positioned himself against the tight opening and began to push, Kal’s nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders.
“You’re taking me like you’d take a woman,” Kal observed idiotically.
Alex frowned. He didn’t want him to be thinking so bloody much.
“I want to see you,” he offered, going back to his task. He smiled as he fought his way into Kal’s previously unoccupied body.
“Relax,” he murmured unnecessarily.
Kal was already bucking beneath him, demanding more, begging for more.
“Oh Jesu,” Alex whispered, knowing he was in trouble. Unable to control himself a moment longer, Alex let his hips take on a jerky staccato rhythm that had them both writhing and moaning.
“I’m sorry, Kal. Wanted to make this last. Just can’t. Feels… too good.”
He panted in his lover’s ear. He doubted Kal heard him with the ruckus he was making. Alex felt his fangs elongate painfully and twisted Kal’s head to give him better access.
“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Kal screamed, his cock swelling impossibly large. Alex needed no further encouragement. He struck, and stars danced beneath his eyelids.
The boy’s blood was as intoxicating as any liquor he’d ever tasted.
“Yes, Master. Yes. I love you!” Kal screamed, tears pouring down his face in pleasure. Alex growled against his throat, knowing he was nearing the edge. He lifted his bloody lips from the wound.
“Come, Kal,” he commanded. “Come for me.” He returned to the wound as Kal ejaculated in unending streams against his abdomen. Two thrusts later, Alex joined him, burying his seed deep within Kal’s sweet ass.
Chapter Two
Coming back to reality, Kal realized that he was sitting next to a corpse in an arena with a hard-on. If that wasn’t enough of a reality check, he didn’t know what was. His sword fell from his nerveless fingers to thunk on the ground. He wouldn’t need his weapon anymore. He glanced up as the Ravyns erupted into boisterous cheers. He wished that all of his previous victories had been greeted with such enthusiasm.
After Damian and company had ventured back into the theater and found the two together, they had halted production because Damian had been beyond pissed. He and his brother had argued violently, which led to a three-week-long feud that resulted in Kal being forbidden to go anywhere near Alex. Of course he snuck out to see him, and consequently that was what had led to him being captured by a demon slave trader and whisked away to the godforsaken land of Demontia where he had spent the last five years of his miserable life. He grimaced.
What would Alex think? He shook his head to clear away the past. It didn’t matter. All of that was finished, and he’d learned over the years to leave his innocent bullshit understanding of the world behind him. He’d fought, stolen, lied, and killed to achieve his freedom and have a possible chance to reunite with his vampire lover. He’d be damned if he’d let anyone take that from him. All that mattered was that he was finally going to get to go home. Becoming one of the Ravyns insured his position and allowed him the means to travel the universes. He’d earned it.
“Very well fought, little brother.” Anthony, the leader of the Ravyns, stated, giving him a much-needed help to his feet. He only managed a weak smile at the demon. Another of the brothers he had never met chuckled at his obvious weakness.
“Don’t worry. Anthony will get you in such good shape that this will be a walk in the park in the future. I’m Allasandro by the way,” another Ravyn said, extending his hand to grasp Kal’s limp wrist in greeting. He smiled and gave a nod.
“Nice to meet you,” he said in a rasping voice. Immediately Anthony pulled a pouch of water from his belt and handed it to Kal.
“Drink, little brother.”
He gratefully chugged the whole thing, allowing it to spill down his chin in a soothing cold wash.
“Do you accept the position as our fifth little brother? Are you willing to give up the life you lead now to embrace a future in our brotherhood?” Druas asked after he’d gotten enough to drink. Kal thought about it and almost flinched at the half truth he had to give.
“I do,” he said.
He’d gladly give up his present so that in the future he could return to his past. All four brothers threw back their heads and gave blood-curdling howls at his proclamation. Germany, the youngest, slapped him on the back in congratulations.
“Welcome, brother.”
Is that it?
Two weeks of hellish fighting, and that’s it?
He grumbled to himself, praying that this wasn’t all there was to it.
“Before we continue with initiation, we want you to meet someone,” Anthony said, gripping Kal’s arm and practically dragging him to the opening of a cave half his height, which the combatants had been forbidden to enter.
One by one, the brothers slithered on their bellies and descended into the earth. Taking a deep breath, Kal dropped to his stomach and followed them to his fate. He dropped in darkness for endless moments before splashing down on slick cave mud. He was surprised to find himself in an ordinary-looking cave with little in it other than the obvious stalagmite.
“This way,” Druas said gently, taking the arm that Anthony had taken.
Mentally shrugging, Kal followed. The cave continued to widen out as they half walked, half crawled through the underground network. It only dawned on him after they’d been walking some time that there was light in the cave that extended to nowhere else.
Druas smiled encouragingly at his observation. “This is our safe haven. The lights only react to initiated brothers and those they bring in. No normal means of light, either by magick or fire, will work here. The drop from the surface offers no way out, and the side entrance can only be found by those who already know where it is. If someone comes after us, they’d be lost in darkness forever, which is why we weed out the bad eggs from the
Danse
by telling you all not to come. You’d be surprised how many can’t follow that simple order.”