This is the man, this is the Master, this is the demon to whom we belong. He is the one who subjugates me, commands me, defeats me. These are his arms, wrapped tightly around me. His hands.the hands that destroy me. I love my William, with a ferocity unmatched, but my love for Sire is born of need, need for him to bend me to his will, to belong to Him. For I would share my William with no other. William is the reason I exist, he is my essence - my all. Though I regret nothing that we've shared, I've felt the betrayal weigh heavy on my chest. The burning in my loins, aching to be touched by our boy, I've lived lifetimes of isolation, denied myself pleasures, denied my Sire, denied my William. But for the turn of events that occurred after my absence, I would still be denying. Solitude. Seclusion.
So now I watch my boy, he sleeps curled up in a ball on the edge of the bed, Angelus behind me, I can feel him watching our William too. The arms around me move, a large hand falls tenderly on my side, the fingers dance lightly over my hip. I examine my William, eyes flickering beneath his closed lids, body lithe and agile, almost feline. a starved cat. A panther wrapped in strands of alabaster swathed over bone. Lethal, angrier than I remember, but he is healing, in all ways. My desire for him grows with every moment we share. I can imagine Angelus feeling as though he'll be singed by the fire that burns between William and I - but we can not stop. We never could.
He never understood, what William and I shared in no way diminished our passion for Him. The touch of our Sire smolders in our blood, scorches our reality, reduces us to ruins. He should know this. His hand, now delicately drawing patterns over my waist and back sends shivers coursing through my body. I can not help but be aroused by the sensation of being so near to him, of craving him and having his form so close to mine.
He senses my arousal, and begins whispering soft kisses at my neck, his hand sneaks around me, parting my legs and gently wrapping around my shaft. The strong fingers work over my rapidly growing length, and I feel his sex pressed into the curve of my backside. No, I can not help this. Nor can I help the way my flesh seems to ignite with his touch, the way his strong arms pull me closer, and I turn into him. I look deeply into his eyes, and he knows now. He knows what he should have known all along. I belong to him, as surely as the day I was created. William belongs to him. We are His. His creations, his to take, his to own. And he does. He possesses me in a blistering kiss, his tongue laving richly across my palate; he tastes like life itself. He tastes like a trembling boy giving me the last of his lifeblood, like a woman whose breasts rise and fall as I drink away her essence, like an offering. like a gift. He is sovereignty, always has been, released me from them, the ones that baptized my soul, the hands that held me down so long that I almost drowned. He chose me. He made me a God.
We writhe together, our hips pressing our arousal against eachother, I could complete myself with this act alone, but he lays me back flat against the bed, and I quiver. I shake. I tremble. I want Him. I ache for his touch.
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"Spread your legs. I need to be inside you, boy." Angelus' voice blows puffs of air against Penn's parted lips.
Penn parts his thighs, and Angelus settles between them, gently rocking the tip of his engorged cock against the slitted entrance of his Childe. The tight aperture grips the foreskin being pressed against it, holding it still as Angelus rocks his hips back again.
"Your legs are shaking."
"Yes." Penn's eyes are closed, and the response is almost a groan. The air in the room seems electrified, he can almost smell the flashes of small bolts of lightning prickling around them. The fingers threading through his hair, and resting on the sides of his face do nothing to alleviate the tremors. The fingers move down now, to travel the length of his thigh, and the little earthquakes erupt in small surges.
"Open yourself boy. Let me in there."
Penn lifts his legs to wrap them around his Sire's hips. "Like this?"
"Aye, Childe. Need more of you."
A soft moan passes through the younger demons' lips, his hands resting on either side of his Sire's face; he pulls the darker man down within reach of his mouth. Their mouths close around eachother, tongues lapping pensively at the wetness. Angelus' hips begin pumping at a slow measured pace, working his hardened member increasingly into the tightened hole, allowing the fleshy ridge to accommodate his girth.
Angelus wraps his mind around the memory of his grey-eyed boy silhouetted against the moonlit room. He can remember those eyes that shifted into shades of silver and chrome-blue, thinking to himself that the boy was the light that would burn out his own eyes if he dared gaze too long. When he'd go, he'd leave an abyss in his wake. The moonlight attached to his skin as he spoke. His voice. it had sounded like wind through the trees.
~"I'll leave tonight."~
The mercury eyes flash open, they glint like razorblades in the darkness. "You were fading away."
"I'm right here." Angelus stares down on him with faraway eyes.
"Sire, be here. with me." His eyes plead with the man above him.
"I'm not going anywhere." Angelus can't help but be overcome with the feeling of sinking into his boy.
"Let me feel it." Penn's voice tight as he feels his Sire's mounting passion.
"Childe, feel me spreading you open. Feel yourself stretch around me." His voice becomes increasingly breathy with each word.
"Angelussss." The hiss of pleasure cuts through the electric pulses in the room.
"Where am I, boy?" Dark, and commanding, the sound of his Sire caresses his skin as confidently as the strong hands.
"Inside of me, Sire."
"Where inside of you, Penn."
A low purr reverberates from deep within him. "Sire."
"Say it, Penn."
"In my body. In my hole." The quakes are back, threading through him in vibrating cascades.
"Yeah. that's exactly where I am. And why am I there?" Fully sheathed in the velvety embrace of his Penn, he pumps slowly at the quivering fissure.
"Because I need it." Comes out as almost a sob.
"Yes, you do. But why else?" Urging the words from his Childe with each long scrape of his pelvis.
"Because it's yours." Confessing his own much needed submission, as his legs tremble around his Sire's waist.
"Who do you belong to Penn." Hips continue to pump his hardness deeper into his boy.
"You, Sire. I belong to you."
"Do you find pleasure there?" Angelus becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the undulating beneath him, letting out a low groan between thrusts.
"Aye, Sire. so much. so much." His voice had always been his most unfaithful lover, again, it breaks, betraying the violent flow of emotion swirling inside his body like a tempest at each yielding to the throbbing and straining into his opening.
"And tis I who gives you this pleasure." His hands travel from Penn's hips to his buttocks, forcing the spheres to part, and placing his fingers against the entrance, feeling his member sliding against the rim, then pressing deeply into the tight ring, as if burned into his soul. he can remember exactly what makes his boy break.
"Aye." Penn sobs.
"So tell me what ye want ta feel." Angelus coaxes.
"Feel you. fuck me." Is nothing more than a whisper.
"How do ye want it, Penn?"
"Just like this."
"Then I'll give ye this. as ye've given me so much."
"If it pleases you."
"Ahh, but it does, Childe. Ye please me. I could never tell ye how much."
White noise fills Penn's head, his mind flashes back to the gardens, the night sky blanketing his Sire above him. Pushing into him, showing him what it was to be fucked by his Master. Showing him, teaching him, pulsating inside of him, allowing him to let go of that firm grip that held his control. His need to release that control overpowering his need to hold fast to it.
"So long. Alone."
"Shh, Childe. give in."
Penn begins drowning in flashes, feeling an ocean current pulling him down, washing into him, erasing the pain, fulfilling the need. Flashes of his Sire, strapping shoulders that hover over him, captivating brown eyes that flicker his approval down on the pleading of his own, pumping, pressing, pulling, thrusting, claiming, owning. His body wrenching the much needed comfort from his Master.
"Need me?"
"Ahh. Sire. Need you. I need you. Please." Half shut eyes, mouth barely open, Penn's words distorted by his moans.
"What lad? I'll give ye anythin'.everythin'.just ask."
Unnoticed, the blonde bolts up in the bed. Until now, he's watched in silence. Now. not this. The sight of his Sire breaking Penn, claiming him and owning him again - he can't go back to that. The endless loop of comfort and loss, having and squandering consumes his sense of reality. Waking up to find his Penn breaking at their Master's touch is nearly unbearable. Scrambling towards the pair, and pulling Penn's head to face him, "Gem. Gem. Gem!!!" The panic filled voice rings out.
Lost in the safety of this world of surrender, Penn can barely register his boys' plea drumming through the voltage cracking around their coupling.
"Stop! Don't do that to him! Don't!!" William casts accusatory eyes at Angelus, who reluctantly pulls his gaze away from the body writhing beneath his. His hips still, Penn's head rolling back on the pillow, the sensation of his Masters cock filling him so entirely seemingly enough to keep the electricity alive and humming through him.
Angelus drops his forehead to Penn's, both pairs of lips quivering with the intensity that is being unwillingly broken. Penn's eyes open, and lock with his Sire's, as his Sire shifts his hips back to withdraw, "No. No. No." Penn's voice sobs out.
Closing his eyes against the sight, the sensation of the pleading stirring the all consuming need to comfort his boy, release him of that control. He thrusts forward again, filling that body, reminding him that he's still there, that he wants nothing more than to take his surrender, and relieve him of that ache, if even for a moment. Several thrusts now and kissing that beautiful face. "Stop!! Don't do this to him!!!" William's hands are now wrenching his Sire from Penn's body. "You can't. we can't go back to this. It's all gonna start over again. STOP!!"
Slowly, Angelus withdraws himself, reaching out a strong hand to cup his William's face. "Not here to take, Pup. Not taking, he's yours. We're both yours."
Penn searches blindly for his boy, trying to give comfort that he so desperately needs for himself right now. His eyes open again, and he sees the pain etched on that beautiful face, those brilliant blue eyes pleading desperately with him to return. Oh, but his body aches, the emptiness leaving him exposed and vulnerable. He needs to comfort his boy; his own needs conflicting so severely with that. Surreal, the sensations washing over his flesh, the weight of his Sire lifting from him, and being replaced by the lithe form of his boy. Without hesitation, William enters him fully, desperately pumping into the open channel.
"Love me! Look at me Penn! Love me! Come back to me!"
"I'm here." Penn pants out, switching roles from Childe to lover leaving him in a wake of turmoil.
"Don't go away. you promised! Love me." William's frantic thrusts beg him in the same desperate tone as the words that fall from his mouth. Tears falling from his eyes and splashing down on Penn's face.
A long hiss, and Penn is running his hands down William's back, reminding him that he's there, that it's still him "Love you, Pup. Everything. you are. I belong to you. Love you. Not leaving. I'm right here."
"Don't go. please don't go. Love me. Love me. Don't go, please God's don't go." Chaotically, William's hips piston against Penn, his anguished moans imploring his lovers' return.
Penn struggles against the abrupt transformation that's expected of him, knowing his boy needs this, he closes his eyes tightly, and attempts to will his own composure. The nagging ache for surrender will not subside, it scalds like a smoldering ember imbedded in his chest. His head falls to the side, opening his eyes to see Angelus' own pained expression shot back at him.
"Me. Gem. Love me." Sobbing, William turns Penn's head to face him, grey eyes stare up at him, finally seeming to register the actuality of what is needed.
"Lover. My Boy. Give me your lips. Need them." Penn's hips begin sliding erotically against the trembling boy above him. Not hesitating, the sobbing form pitches down, latching onto the full bottom lip of his lover. Penn chokes out a sob against his boy's mouth, while his tongue travels out to slip inside. Holding his boy close to him with one arm, Penn reaches out with the other. to Angelus. His Sire kisses the elegant fingers quietly, then draws the hand down to his chest, across his torso, and wraps it around his aching shaft. As if by instinct, Penn keeps the pace with William's thrusting, in the same measured stroke of his hand against his Sire.
The desperate mouth locked against Penn's begins to tremble, and pant for air; the pumps become ragged, losing step. William is obviously exhausted; he can not keep up with the movement. Slowly, the hips settle to an erratic, inconsistent thrust, and he drops his head to the pillow beside Penn.
Angelus moves quickly, pulling William up by his shoulders, forcing his eyes to meet with his Sire. "Ye need this, Boy."
William pulls himself away from Angelus' grip, and stares down intently absorbed in Penn.
"William. Ye need ta look at me, boy." Angelus commands.
"Gem. I need Gem. Don't need my Sire." William blurts out.
"Ya'll always need me, boy. Ye need me now. Remember. just a few hours ago."
William looks up at Angelus, his Sire sees the obvious strain in his body as muscles flex painfully under his skin, and watches him sucking in great gulps of needless air.
"Don't want what was. Need Gem. Yer jes gonna start this all over again! You'll break 'im, then send 'im away! I know you! I know what you want!"
"D'ye really think that'd be what I want, My Boy? The Sire ye had then, would he've let ya do what ye did ta me earlier?"
William stares blankly at him, the impact of what he's saying is beginning to register with him. No. No, his Sire would never have allowed him to top. He would never have considered it. It would have 'upset the order of things'. That wouldn't have happened then. But that was then. this is.
Angelus glides a hand over William's form, and whispers in his ear "Lad, ahh. to finally have ye fill me with that beautiful cock. Ye'd not think I'd let that go. Don't fool yerself, boy. I'd not interfere with yer love fer Penn, he is yours. He belongs to you. I belong to you. We aren't what we were, that's right, of course. So ye'll take what ye need from me. ye'll take it ta please yer Penn. An' ye'll know I'm givin' it to ye because things are the way they should have been."
With that, Angelus tilts his head to the side, exposing the pale column of his throat; William slumps forward, leaning his forehead against the expanse of flesh. "Sire. I jes'."
"Shh.Lad, I know. Take me in. Do this fer yer boy. look at him."
William's eyes drop, and he takes in the distressed face of his lover beneath him. His concerned expression flashing across his face, battling with his need for comfort. The conflict is visible, and William immediately shifts into his true face, slicing into the exposed neck of his Sire, and sucking wholly at the lush richness of Sire blood.
With each mouthful, the thrusts into Penn's body become more powerful, the velocity of each pump crushes into his form. Finally, William releases his Sire, flashes lust filled eyes down on his lover and savagely pummels his channel with a punishing rhythm. Penn's mouth falls open; he reaches for William, pulling him down into a brutal kiss. Their bodies hammering into eachother, each man claiming ownership of the other, their mouths move in unison down to their Sire's mark on both necks, fangs emerge and carve into tender flesh. then the sucking. and suckling. and their completion bursts from every pore in their bodies. Wave after wave of viscous fluid erupts from each of them, the intimacy they share compounded tenfold with their claiming.
The pair release one another, William slumped onto the body of his lover, and both heads turn to see the empty space on the side of the bed.
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"Sire." William walks towards Angelus on the couch.
"Pup." The head doesn't turn; the whiskey in his hand is swirled around in the tumbler.
"I. just. I woke up - saw you."
"I know, Pup." Still the head won't turn to face him, but the soft response carries no anger.
"I shouldn't have."
"It's okay. Go back to bed. I need to shower."
"Sire."
Angelus turns his head to face William. "Yes, Childe?"
"I do need you."
"I know, Pup. Now go back to Gem."
William turns to head back to the bed, Angelus rises and walks into the bathroom.
The water falls over his skin and he thinks.
Fuckin' water. Hot. No, not hot enough. These boys. My Penn - he needed me. Needed what only I could give him. Water is so fuckin' hot, no - not hot enough. Grey eyes. Gods - what that boy does to me. His eyes told me everything. He never needed to speak. If I knew then. fuckin' water. Wash this defeat off my bones. Need my Gem, as he needs me. I never ached for him as I did tonight. My William. the favored Childe. Never belonged only to me. I belong to them. Did I always? No. Before William, the nights Penn would return to me. Needing. Gods his need. Laying him beneath me, drowning him in my embrace. Wash away what I caused. I did this. I created this. Fuckin' water. It doesn't get worse than this. I can't get the fuckin' water to heat up. Burn my flesh. He burns my flesh. Questions. What would I change? Nothing. All of it. There is no place for me here. There is only here. There is only them. What should have been is. There's not enough heat. Penn. Need him so. Trembling at my touch. He feels everything, always did. He is the center of us - the common ground, the mediator, so wise. I couldn't resist him. Those eyes. I broke him at my hand, he would kneel before me, knowing - his safety - I am his Master. Hot. burning me.The night he took me. broke everything. Everything is broken. He would have stayed at my side, but I wanted. needed as he did. What Darla gave me. My Sire, she, the wicked childe of the Master, she would do so much for me. Her comfort. Her arms. Her lips. Her breasts. the aching in her core as I would fill her. built from the same form as our William. long and supple. Elegant, proud. But there were things she could not give me. My eldest, not much younger than me. that night. Gods. Can't see through the steam. don't want to see. Needed more. He lay next to me, curled up against my back. His hips shifting his cock away from me, so that I wouldn't feel his arousal.It was forbidden, unthinkable. for a Childe to take his Master. Weakened by the beatings from Darla's strap. yes, I had endangered us all. Fuckin' water. please. rinse this dishonor. His tongue licked at my wounds, softly comforting me. I broke. I lifted my thigh over his, pressed back, and felt the wetness from his tip smear across me. If not for that act, everything would be different today. Oh Gods. how I wanted him. He didn't take me straight away. He was so confused. No, I had not been the best Sire to My Boy. But I had followed the lore. Did my best to teach him what little I knew. Took him nightly, taught him the way I was taught. He didn't require much schooling. He was never willful or disobedient. He embraced what I gave him, and thanked me for it in all ways. So this. this was wrong. This was against everything he'd been taught. But I needed him that night. Needed his arms, his form. that cock pressed against me. Cleanse me of this shame - burn me. He entered me, and it was everything I needed. He was the Master that night. He was my everything. But I had set this in motion. I could never undo this. I was driving him away, with every thrust back against him; I was pushing him into a life without me. Too young, he was too young for that. Too young to understand. I was too young to have a Childe. I did wrong by him.
We found our William together. Could I blame my favored Childe for loving My Penn the way I did? No. But I would never risk committing the act that drove my grey-eyed boy away. Yet they were brothers. No alpha. Their coupling could take place in any form, and it was acceptable. My skin is red. this is amusing, I'm drowning. The water seems to know. It beads over my chest, falling down my legs, turning my skin the color of life. The life Penn has such disregard for. Amusing me.They love eachother. More than brothers from the same order. Their love is something altogether. well that's it, isn't it? Altogether. Yep. and this is me. in the shower. alone. Still unable to give my Penn what he needs. Still being pushed away by my William. I need a drink.
I can't think of this shit anymore. I can't break my head open and remove all of this pain, these fuckin' memories. this desire. Fuck it. I'll do what I have to. I'll fix the brat. I love that boy. Fuck. but I love him so. I'll do anything for both of them. that's it. that's what upset him. Those words. Anything, just ask. Fuck! Did he not know that I meant it? I meant it when I said it to both of them. Those words were whispered to Penn a hundred years before William was born. No. he mustn't have known. That's why. Fuck. Yes. I'll fix this, and we'll talk. I'll fix this.
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