Post by Julia Mahoney on Oct 6, 2005 22:33:06 GMT -5
Title: Unexpected Lovers/prologue
Inspiration: Dark Lover by J.R. Ward
Warning: M/M slash, Oral, and so far PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are property of J.R. Ward not my own so you evil Mr.X clone Lawyers back the bloody hell off! :holds crucifix: may not hurt a vampire, but it will burn you all!
Songs for chapter: Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina, and Blood Roses by Tori Amos, finally Gypsy Rose by Tracy Grammer.
Random: I am so excited this is the first fanfiction on this series! EeE its not edited, I JUST WROTE IT! I am in love with it and this is not a one shot deal so Don’t worry there will be more to come! I just had to get out my V/B pairing…
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Wrath lay in the arms of his leelan, she slept so peacefully and secure holding on to his muscular arm. He didn’t want to leave her, as much as he had to. Kissing her forehead he eased himself out of her grip, careful not to wake her. As he left his bed, someone knocked at the door, a smirking Vishous greeted him.
“What are you doing down here?” Wrath looked at him cocking his eyebrow.
“Making sure you actually get out of bed this time” He looked him over.
Wrath returned the smirk, “I’ll be up soon, have to get dressed tell the brothers not to worry.”
V nodded and headed back up to tell the others their king would in fact be joining them. Wrath went back in his room and very quickly showered. He toweled off and saw Beth on the bed he wanted to wake her and take her before going upstairs to such unpleasant business. Instead he got dressed, and headed up to the brothers who were waiting, probably annoyed at this point. He was newly ascended as their king, he had tried his hardest to avoid and reject this fate. The Scribe Virgin demanded it of him though, and she was not to be disobeyed. It was a difficult transition, he was used to protecting his race…not ruling them. The vampire population had decreased in numbers, while their enemies the lessers were getting bolder and recruiting at an alarming rate.
He went into the backroom where the other brothers were waiting for him. When he walked in they all made a small gesture of respect, he had it with the bowing and kneeling and the ‘my lord’ already.
He looked them over before breaking the silence “What happened last night?”
“We slaughtered 20 lessers” Zsadist replied “and we burned down the base of operation where we had found them.”
“Why aren’t you acting like this is good news?” Wrath said, his words filled with anxiety.
Zsadist merely curled his lip in disgust and looked to his brother who chimed in “When were there we found at least that many civilian vampires tortured to the point of insanity….or dead.”
“A few of them escaped.” Vishous said looking at Wrath. “Undoubtedly they will recruit and double what we have killed.”
“We need to find a way to kill them more efficiently,” Wrath sighed.
“We need to focus on protection.” Zsadist said looking over his king “before we are fighting and killing with no race to defend at all.”
What was this, Zsadist being practical…god that means this really had to be bad.
Everyone paused and looked at each other, namely Z. His black eyes met each one of theirs, in turn making them look away. They could each hold their own, and then some…but Z had a look of pure hate, and anger that could even shake them at times. Now especially. As they stood there in silence Fritz came in bringing a plate of snacks in, they each excepted grateful.
They all began to sit, still wordless. Butch was looking around wishing he could have had restored some police ties, it might be easier to track down places that were possible bases for the lessers. For a moment he thought about calling Jose but shook the idea quickly from his mind, if he involved the police then the brotherhood would only have more problems to deal with.
Beth woke alone, she sighed knowing her hellren was most likely dealing with the current and ever growing issue with the Omega’s servants. She put her head up on Wrath’s pillow smelling his hair laying her face in it. She breathed deeply, considering just staying in bed and out of the way. Her hunger got the better of her and she put a robe on and walked up the stairs into the kitchen. Fritz stopped her and he made her some toast and eggs. She sat at the kitchen table eating and staring out the window, wondering how the brothers did last night. She had a lot of adjustments in the past few months, Starting with becoming a vampire. She couldn’t believe it at first, not sure that she wanted to. Once she did though, an amazing chain of events followed, she learned her father who she believed didn’t care at all for her loved her as much as she missed him. She was mated, or married rather. She was Queen of the vampires, Wrath her lover was the King and the last pureblood. Also with great reward comes sadness at times, she was kidnapped by a particularly cruel bastard…a lesser of course. She kept thinking of what had happened, she almost lost her Wrath, just as quickly as he came into her life. She shivered sipping a glass of Orange juice Fritz had placed in front of her.
Wrath felt Beth’s uneasiness, he wanted to go to her but the brotherhood had severe and grim business before him. They all talked on how to solve it, without actually finding a solution….
This was going to be dangerous and success wasn’t promised. Beth new her love was very much so in danger, and so was she...also her new found family.
The brotherhood all headed out to fight, they had to do some big damage tonight, every night…it was crucial.
When they came back, Beth was waiting along with Fritz and a first aid kit. “Oh god!” she gasped.
Phury was slung over Zsadist’s shoulder, bleeding heavily onto the floor. His throat was slit, and his arm from the elbow down looked as if someone tried to amputate it.
Z laid his brother on a couch, Beth came over quickly putting a clean cloth on his neck, applying pressure ever so carefully. She looked at Zsadist, he had sadness in his eyes that actually thawed the hate, and he seemed warmer. He really did love his twin…. he was capable of love.
Wrath was helping he was stitching the skin back together on his arm, so that the raw pink muscle wasn’t hanging out. Beth kept pressure on his throat, trying to comfort him, she was good at that. Wrath sighed in relief as he finished stitching Phury up, he wrapped his arm in gauze and ace bandage for support.
The bleeding in his throat had slowed, and Wrath bandaged that up, the whole time he felt Zsadist gaze watching him. He looked back when he was done “He’s going to be fine Z don’t worry.” He felt a wave of relief come over him.
Beth looked at Zsadist and almost wanted to hug him, she had the maternal instinct to comfort…but somehow she didn’t think Z would appreciate it so she just looked at him, her eyes letting him know she felt his pain.
They all made sure that Phury was fine, and helped him to bed, deciding to call it a night.
Butch smirked at Vishous as he got in the room. V climbed in bed and went to cover up and Butch pulled the blanket from him. “Get your own” he laughed.
“You're brave, cop.” Vishous smirked.
“You snore and you steal the blankets…go find your own.” Butch turned over and as he did his blanket was ripped from him.
“How about you go find another.” V laughed.
Butch looked him up and down “I could take you.” He grinned.
“Bullshit!”
“Wanna see?” they both laughed
Before they knew it they were wrestling on the floor, Butch who was very briefly in charge was quickly slammed to the carpet and V kneeling above him. V was looking in his eyes. “What are you going to kiss me?” Butch teased.
“What if I do.” V smirked bending closer. He and the cop had bonded, and it didn’t seem so weird, they joked about it constantly.
“Stop it.” Butch said, putting his hand to V’s chest.
“Shhh…” Vishous leaned in kissing Butch gently at first, and then started to pry the mans mouth open with his tongue.
Butch felt himself start to give in to it, although his mind was racing all the while. He slid his tongue into Vishous’s mouth tasting him, he wasn't sure what to compare it to. He had always smelt nice, of course he did they had the fanciest soaps and colognes around, but the taste…god not even Marissa had tasted this good.
“V” He moaned softly.
The vampire started to kiss down the cops chest biting into his nipple gently, he tongue bathing him all the while. His hand snaked down into his boxers, when he entered under the elastic waist he found Butch was hard. Then again how could he not be, the room was reeking of lust. V’s mouth sucked on the hardening pink nipples feeling Butch’s want grow even more. The leather of V’s glove felt odd, but good around Butch’s erection, he wanted him to take it off but knew he couldn’t risk it. He looked down seeing the short beautiful black hair, feeling the goatee rub roughly on his chest. “Working out has really done you good, cop” V smiled biting into his nipple making him groan.
He started to stroke him hard, slow, and rhythmically. Butch couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. He had never even considered having sex with a man before, he was straight as they got, but V was quickly converting him.
“Oh ...god” Butch let out an eruptive groan.
Vishous was still sucking and biting at his now very sensitive nipples, moving the boxers off of the cop so he had more freedom. He kissed down Butch’s body licking in his naval, kissing his thighs letting his fangs scrape the inside of them. V smirked he was in complete control to a man, who even though he was human wasn’t considered an underdog.
He licked down the length of Butch’s arousal sucking on the base gently and licking back up. His lips kissed the tip, he opened his mouth sliding it in his mouth sucking softly. The cop’s head swam, he felt the soft suckling around him, heard the wet sounds as Vishous devoured his length. Hey dug his hands into the carpet letting out a low but unmistakably wanting moan. He could feel the fangs in V’s mouth scrape him ever so gently, as if to tease him. God Butch thought Even in sex he has to tease. V was unrelenting, sucking and licking driving Butch insane. He was so close already, it was merely months ago that the only lay he could get was a bar wench who had been ridden more than Seattle slew. Now he had an amazingly beautiful female Vampire, Marissa who he was falling in love with more and more each time he saw her. Also this centuries old Vampire male, who he had bonded with as soon as he learned that they were both apart of the ever growing cult of the Red sox nation, sucking on him making him moan uncontrollably.
He started to pant, his back arching slightly as the Vampire rubbed on his thighs digging his nails in gently, his mouth still trying to drink from him. He came his moans bouncing around, ringing in both of their ears. Finally Vishous moved his mouth off of him kissing his thighs, “Didn’t see that coming did you?” V smirked.
Butch could only shake his head laying back, his body still overwhelmed.
Wrath climbed into bed with his leelan he was glad to be back. She smiled at him and he felt warm. He kissed her, she wanted him badly he could smell it coming off of her. He started to kiss her and he could smell her sex, he kissed her again. His mouth started to drift down to her breasts, and he looked up smelling a faint scent of…baby powder.
To be continued
Inspiration: Dark Lover by J.R. Ward
Warning: M/M slash, Oral, and so far PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are property of J.R. Ward not my own so you evil Mr.X clone Lawyers back the bloody hell off! :holds crucifix: may not hurt a vampire, but it will burn you all!
Songs for chapter: Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina, and Blood Roses by Tori Amos, finally Gypsy Rose by Tracy Grammer.
Random: I am so excited this is the first fanfiction on this series! EeE its not edited, I JUST WROTE IT! I am in love with it and this is not a one shot deal so Don’t worry there will be more to come! I just had to get out my V/B pairing…
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Wrath lay in the arms of his leelan, she slept so peacefully and secure holding on to his muscular arm. He didn’t want to leave her, as much as he had to. Kissing her forehead he eased himself out of her grip, careful not to wake her. As he left his bed, someone knocked at the door, a smirking Vishous greeted him.
“What are you doing down here?” Wrath looked at him cocking his eyebrow.
“Making sure you actually get out of bed this time” He looked him over.
Wrath returned the smirk, “I’ll be up soon, have to get dressed tell the brothers not to worry.”
V nodded and headed back up to tell the others their king would in fact be joining them. Wrath went back in his room and very quickly showered. He toweled off and saw Beth on the bed he wanted to wake her and take her before going upstairs to such unpleasant business. Instead he got dressed, and headed up to the brothers who were waiting, probably annoyed at this point. He was newly ascended as their king, he had tried his hardest to avoid and reject this fate. The Scribe Virgin demanded it of him though, and she was not to be disobeyed. It was a difficult transition, he was used to protecting his race…not ruling them. The vampire population had decreased in numbers, while their enemies the lessers were getting bolder and recruiting at an alarming rate.
He went into the backroom where the other brothers were waiting for him. When he walked in they all made a small gesture of respect, he had it with the bowing and kneeling and the ‘my lord’ already.
He looked them over before breaking the silence “What happened last night?”
“We slaughtered 20 lessers” Zsadist replied “and we burned down the base of operation where we had found them.”
“Why aren’t you acting like this is good news?” Wrath said, his words filled with anxiety.
Zsadist merely curled his lip in disgust and looked to his brother who chimed in “When were there we found at least that many civilian vampires tortured to the point of insanity….or dead.”
“A few of them escaped.” Vishous said looking at Wrath. “Undoubtedly they will recruit and double what we have killed.”
“We need to find a way to kill them more efficiently,” Wrath sighed.
“We need to focus on protection.” Zsadist said looking over his king “before we are fighting and killing with no race to defend at all.”
What was this, Zsadist being practical…god that means this really had to be bad.
Everyone paused and looked at each other, namely Z. His black eyes met each one of theirs, in turn making them look away. They could each hold their own, and then some…but Z had a look of pure hate, and anger that could even shake them at times. Now especially. As they stood there in silence Fritz came in bringing a plate of snacks in, they each excepted grateful.
They all began to sit, still wordless. Butch was looking around wishing he could have had restored some police ties, it might be easier to track down places that were possible bases for the lessers. For a moment he thought about calling Jose but shook the idea quickly from his mind, if he involved the police then the brotherhood would only have more problems to deal with.
Beth woke alone, she sighed knowing her hellren was most likely dealing with the current and ever growing issue with the Omega’s servants. She put her head up on Wrath’s pillow smelling his hair laying her face in it. She breathed deeply, considering just staying in bed and out of the way. Her hunger got the better of her and she put a robe on and walked up the stairs into the kitchen. Fritz stopped her and he made her some toast and eggs. She sat at the kitchen table eating and staring out the window, wondering how the brothers did last night. She had a lot of adjustments in the past few months, Starting with becoming a vampire. She couldn’t believe it at first, not sure that she wanted to. Once she did though, an amazing chain of events followed, she learned her father who she believed didn’t care at all for her loved her as much as she missed him. She was mated, or married rather. She was Queen of the vampires, Wrath her lover was the King and the last pureblood. Also with great reward comes sadness at times, she was kidnapped by a particularly cruel bastard…a lesser of course. She kept thinking of what had happened, she almost lost her Wrath, just as quickly as he came into her life. She shivered sipping a glass of Orange juice Fritz had placed in front of her.
Wrath felt Beth’s uneasiness, he wanted to go to her but the brotherhood had severe and grim business before him. They all talked on how to solve it, without actually finding a solution….
This was going to be dangerous and success wasn’t promised. Beth new her love was very much so in danger, and so was she...also her new found family.
The brotherhood all headed out to fight, they had to do some big damage tonight, every night…it was crucial.
When they came back, Beth was waiting along with Fritz and a first aid kit. “Oh god!” she gasped.
Phury was slung over Zsadist’s shoulder, bleeding heavily onto the floor. His throat was slit, and his arm from the elbow down looked as if someone tried to amputate it.
Z laid his brother on a couch, Beth came over quickly putting a clean cloth on his neck, applying pressure ever so carefully. She looked at Zsadist, he had sadness in his eyes that actually thawed the hate, and he seemed warmer. He really did love his twin…. he was capable of love.
Wrath was helping he was stitching the skin back together on his arm, so that the raw pink muscle wasn’t hanging out. Beth kept pressure on his throat, trying to comfort him, she was good at that. Wrath sighed in relief as he finished stitching Phury up, he wrapped his arm in gauze and ace bandage for support.
The bleeding in his throat had slowed, and Wrath bandaged that up, the whole time he felt Zsadist gaze watching him. He looked back when he was done “He’s going to be fine Z don’t worry.” He felt a wave of relief come over him.
Beth looked at Zsadist and almost wanted to hug him, she had the maternal instinct to comfort…but somehow she didn’t think Z would appreciate it so she just looked at him, her eyes letting him know she felt his pain.
They all made sure that Phury was fine, and helped him to bed, deciding to call it a night.
Butch smirked at Vishous as he got in the room. V climbed in bed and went to cover up and Butch pulled the blanket from him. “Get your own” he laughed.
“You're brave, cop.” Vishous smirked.
“You snore and you steal the blankets…go find your own.” Butch turned over and as he did his blanket was ripped from him.
“How about you go find another.” V laughed.
Butch looked him up and down “I could take you.” He grinned.
“Bullshit!”
“Wanna see?” they both laughed
Before they knew it they were wrestling on the floor, Butch who was very briefly in charge was quickly slammed to the carpet and V kneeling above him. V was looking in his eyes. “What are you going to kiss me?” Butch teased.
“What if I do.” V smirked bending closer. He and the cop had bonded, and it didn’t seem so weird, they joked about it constantly.
“Stop it.” Butch said, putting his hand to V’s chest.
“Shhh…” Vishous leaned in kissing Butch gently at first, and then started to pry the mans mouth open with his tongue.
Butch felt himself start to give in to it, although his mind was racing all the while. He slid his tongue into Vishous’s mouth tasting him, he wasn't sure what to compare it to. He had always smelt nice, of course he did they had the fanciest soaps and colognes around, but the taste…god not even Marissa had tasted this good.
“V” He moaned softly.
The vampire started to kiss down the cops chest biting into his nipple gently, he tongue bathing him all the while. His hand snaked down into his boxers, when he entered under the elastic waist he found Butch was hard. Then again how could he not be, the room was reeking of lust. V’s mouth sucked on the hardening pink nipples feeling Butch’s want grow even more. The leather of V’s glove felt odd, but good around Butch’s erection, he wanted him to take it off but knew he couldn’t risk it. He looked down seeing the short beautiful black hair, feeling the goatee rub roughly on his chest. “Working out has really done you good, cop” V smiled biting into his nipple making him groan.
He started to stroke him hard, slow, and rhythmically. Butch couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. He had never even considered having sex with a man before, he was straight as they got, but V was quickly converting him.
“Oh ...god” Butch let out an eruptive groan.
Vishous was still sucking and biting at his now very sensitive nipples, moving the boxers off of the cop so he had more freedom. He kissed down Butch’s body licking in his naval, kissing his thighs letting his fangs scrape the inside of them. V smirked he was in complete control to a man, who even though he was human wasn’t considered an underdog.
He licked down the length of Butch’s arousal sucking on the base gently and licking back up. His lips kissed the tip, he opened his mouth sliding it in his mouth sucking softly. The cop’s head swam, he felt the soft suckling around him, heard the wet sounds as Vishous devoured his length. Hey dug his hands into the carpet letting out a low but unmistakably wanting moan. He could feel the fangs in V’s mouth scrape him ever so gently, as if to tease him. God Butch thought Even in sex he has to tease. V was unrelenting, sucking and licking driving Butch insane. He was so close already, it was merely months ago that the only lay he could get was a bar wench who had been ridden more than Seattle slew. Now he had an amazingly beautiful female Vampire, Marissa who he was falling in love with more and more each time he saw her. Also this centuries old Vampire male, who he had bonded with as soon as he learned that they were both apart of the ever growing cult of the Red sox nation, sucking on him making him moan uncontrollably.
He started to pant, his back arching slightly as the Vampire rubbed on his thighs digging his nails in gently, his mouth still trying to drink from him. He came his moans bouncing around, ringing in both of their ears. Finally Vishous moved his mouth off of him kissing his thighs, “Didn’t see that coming did you?” V smirked.
Butch could only shake his head laying back, his body still overwhelmed.
Wrath climbed into bed with his leelan he was glad to be back. She smiled at him and he felt warm. He kissed her, she wanted him badly he could smell it coming off of her. He started to kiss her and he could smell her sex, he kissed her again. His mouth started to drift down to her breasts, and he looked up smelling a faint scent of…baby powder.
To be continued