Darla woke me in the early afternoon. She had fluttered about, combing my hair, arranging my garments. She'd smiled, much like she's smiling right now. Her lips curved upwards, just at the corners. She was grand, in her gown with the billowy skirts. And I was anxious, as she'd kissed my fingers, kissed my brow. Told me the Naming would be a splendid celebration of my arrival, and that I shouldn't fret so. I'd looked to Angelus, and he'd given me a knowing grin.

When the sun lay down, we'd set off through the streets on foot, Angelus to my right, and Darla to my left, with her arm hooked through mine. Penn and Drusilla followed closely behind.

Suffering over the lovely smells, I breathed in deep as young lovers passed us. I turned my head in ecstasy, savoring their scent. An old woman carrying a sack, and I opened my mouth to taste her on the air. A telegram boy on a bicycle, the sweetest smell of sweat lingering around him. I lost pace at the headiness of his aroma. Darla tugged on my arm, smiled sweetly, and asked if I'd fancy a telegram boy. I nodded in response, and she'd promised my first hunt would be a boy on a bicycle, finishing up his evening rounds.

We arrived at an impressive ballroom where I was ushered to my seat. And here I sit, in a stately chair, flanked by my new family. I watch as the guests filter into the room. Everyone in their finest, milling about, making idle chatter, and assembling themselves just out of earshot from me.

"Luke."

Darla's voice breaks my families' shared silence.

"Is it possible? You are more beautiful every time I set eyes on you."

His scent is strong, and on his approach I quietly sniff at the air around him. He is pure, like our Darla. He is family, he shares her station. Hand selected, and it shows. His broad jaw, and a wide mouth fixed in a steady smirk. Massive shoulders and menacing height. He scoops her into his embrace, and kisses her forehead. They've parted, and he's turning his attention to Sire.

"Master Angelus."

He nods his head, and offers his hand.

"Master Luke."

Sire replies, with a firm shake.

"Do I find you well on this hallowed night?"

"Ah, but you do. And yourself? How would you be?"

"Very well, Childe. Serving the Master below."

"Still lurking in the sewers, hm? Come above every now and again, enjoy the view, will you?"

Luke and Sire share laughter, and Darla stands by, looking uneasy.

"Don't fret my lamb. I'll be on my best this eve."

She gives him a warning look, and clasps Luke's hand.

"Brother. When is Master to arrive?"

"I'm already here, Childe."

And here stands a man, unlike any other I've seen. Pure white skin, with long talons for hands, and a misshapen face. A hush falls over the room, and he turns to nod at the crowd.

"My Savior."

Darla bows her head before him, and his hand falls to her neck.

"Rise, beloved."

She stands and he places a kiss to her cheek.

"Let the Naming begin."

The crowd is pushing forward, and a group of men begin pouring claret's of crimson liquid from crystal decanters. I turn my attention to Sire, and he's beaming over the gathering, chest puffed out, and his hand toying with the golden ball from his stylish cane.

"Gather near, Children."

The Master instructs. There is the tinkle of crystal taps together as decanters pour out their contents. And one by one, they move before us.

"On this eve, we pay tribute to the Order of Aurelius. With our most recent addition, we grow our ranks. We are stronger for it, and bring honor to the Old Ones."

Darla's brother has accepted an empty goblet, and the Master opens a leathered case containing a dagger with a bejeweled hilt and a gleaming blade. Together they turn to face Sire. The Master places a hand on Angelus' shoulder.

"Name your newest."

"He is William. Blood of my blood. He bears my name."

The dagger is drawn across Angelus' palm, and his blood drips slowly into the claret.

"Name your newest."

The Master requests of Darla.

"He is William. Blood of my blood. He bears my name."

Her palm is cut, and her blood mixes with Angelus' in the glass. I watch as the liquid is carried to Penn, the light from the chandelier causing the cuts in the stem to sparkle and shine.

"Name your newest."

"He is William. Blood of my blood. He bears my name."

He is cut, the cup is filled. They move to Drusilla now, she curtsies elegantly, and smiles at the Master with the innocence of a child.

"Name your newest."

"He is William."

She giggles. Darla glares at her, and she stiffens her composure.

"Blood of my blood. He bears my name."

The Master and Luke turn towards the guests, and raise the cup together.

"William of Aurelius has arrived."

A sea of glasses are lifted above heads.

"On that promised day we will arise! Arise and lay waste to the human pestilence, William of Aurelius at our right hand! Tonight, the stars themselves do hide."

I accept the cup that is handed to me. The Master nods for me to drink. And I do. I close my eyes to savor the taste of my family on my tongue. Rich, and thick, it rolls through my mouth.

There is a whirring in the room now, and I open my eyes. The guests are approaching, they're clapping Angelus on the back and offering praises. I look to my right, and glimpse the Master in conversation with Penn. And to my left, Darla is retying the bow in Drusilla's hair.

"William, come."

Angelus is calling me to stand beside him. He continues speaking with a young ginger haired man.

"William, t'would be my pleasure to introduce Master Jacob of Acheron."

"How do you do?"

"Quite well, Master William, many thanks. A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

"Finally?"

I question him, and it seems to amuse my Sire.

"The whole community has been anticipating your arrival, my boy."

"They have?"

Master Jacob laughs, and pats Angelus on the back.

"You've kept this one close to home, have you?"

"You'd suspect for a moment that I hadn't?"

I stand uncomfortably, toying with the hem of my waistcoat.

"And I don't fault you, Angelus. Not one iota. I'd do the same, were he my own."

"I do believe you stated those very words at Penn's own Naming. Perhaps it's your advancing years that's making you so forgetful, Jacob."

I chuckle with the pair of them, some of my apprehension easing.

"Ah, Penn. Magnum Opus. What I wouldn't give to have found that lad first."

"Did I hear my name? Master Jacob, it's been an age. Where have you been hiding yourself?"

"Penn, my boy!"

They're shaking hands, and grinning at one another.

"Tell me you weren't traumatizing our young William."

"Surely you jest! Would I ever do such a thing?"

"No, not you. Never you. It was my mistake. I apologize, unreservedly."

"Oh, you are a charmer. Listen, I heard of your recent experiences with the Lusceans."

I feel as though I've been struck. My back stiffens, and my hands ball into fists. Penn's arm falls around my waist.

"They've been seen to."

Master Jacob nods apologetically at Penn, and turns to Angelus.

"I cannot find the words to express my disappointment with them. A caucus has been ordered to deal with their recent endeavors to encroach on territory."

"Well, territory *is* at a prime in this region."

"This is true, but we cannot allow our factions to weaken our ranks."

I sense Darla approaching.

"They were always a rebel breed."

"Darla. Exquisite. Always a pleasure."

Master Jacob bows deeply before her, and kisses her hand.

"Jacob, you clever man. Are my boys keeping you entertained?"

"They most certainly are. We were just discussing politics."

"Ah, the Lusceans. They really should have known better. We are the Aurelius, after all. The elite. Perhaps they'd have been wiser to select a fledgeling from the Phobus Order. You know the Phobus, with their penchant for quantity over quality."

Everyone laughing and I'm boiling inside. My body is shaking and my nails are digging into my palms. Politics? How can they just dismiss what happened as politics?

"Brother... come, we'll have a walk."

Penn is ushering me through the guests, and out into the street.

"How can they, Penn? That wasn't politics! You could've..."

He caresses my face, and I bite my lip.

"I have yet to give you my gift, little brother."

He's close now, so close. And I'm aware that this is an attempt to distract me. But his hand is on my groin, and I cannot help but to lean into him.

"But."

I protest, weakly, as he fondles me surely through the fabric.

"I mean to encourage you with the art of yielding."

Greatly encouraged, I am, as his hand works my sex confidently. The stiffness presses against my stomach, leaving a spread of wetness.

"So new." He whispers into me "and barely broken."

With each movement, I break. I whimper against his neck, and plead silently to end this frustration.

"Please, brother."

"We'll be departing soon, William."

"And will you have me this eve?"

"I will."

His declaration drives the excitement through me, and my thirst for him intensifies the ache in my access. His lips, hovering before mine, parted and wet. I wish to kiss them, suck on them, taste them with my own. Leaning in, and we're pressing our mouths together. Quietly moaning, and I can't pull him any closer, though my hands continue to try.

Footsteps to the side of us, and I couldn't care who sees, for I am delighting in the dampness of his mouth and the soft probes of his tongue. And oh, to be laid bare before him, to feel his sex pulsing within me.

"A st�r, it's plain to see you'd be needing some time with your brother. Will we be leaving for home, then?"

Penn releases me, and I'm struggling to find words.

"Aye, Sire. I believe it's been a long night for our newest."

"And promising to be an even longer one, by the look of it."

I should say something, but I've no idea what.

"Angelus. we"

"You've no need to explain, William. Master Jacob has kindly offered us the use of his carriage."

He's grinning, and gesturing for us to follow. Looking ahead, I can see Darla and Drusilla standing aside the carriage with Master Jacob. Penn is urging me forward, and I'm acutely aware of the arousal pressed against my belly, and of his hand on the small of my back, and how very much I want to be alone with him at this moment.

"Hurry along, boys."

Darla's calling to us, and my feet move swiftly over the cobbled road. The distant sound of horseshoes on rocks moves nearer as I approach the carriage. I can think of nothing more than the pleasure that awaits me.

"William, darling, did you enjoy your evening?"

"I did."

It's all I can manage, as I'm climbing in to sit aside Penn. His hand is on my knee, and the cold night air stings my face. I feel us moving now, and everyone's chatting and laughing. He is so close, and I imagine how very different he'll feel from Angelus.

I look out into the pure blackness of the night, and concentrate on the sensation of his fingers pressing into my thigh, and his shoulder rubbing against mine with every jostle of the cab. My erection rubbing against the stiff fabric of my trousers, and I want to pull that hand up, to cup me, and stroke me. I'm picturing those fingers wrapped around my sex, as they were the night of the attack. The soft, muted moans in my ear as he pleasured me. The feeling of emptiness in my backside, and that burning desire to be filled with him. To be bathed in him. And oh, I ache for him.

"You're trembling, brother."

He's whispering in my ear. I lick my lips, wet them with my tongue, and reach for his hand. His scent overwhelms me, and I squeeze his fingers, close my eyes, and tilt my head to breathe more of him in.

"Oh, Angelus. What a treasure you've found!"

"You wouldn't hear a word to the contrary from me, Jacob."

More laughter as we turn, and I hear the train wail into the station. We're near, so near to home now. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, and lean into Penn.

"Soon, William."

He says, and I open my eyes to see his face so near to mine. Wide grey eyes that I sink into, and sinfully soft lips that smile, and brush lightly over my own. I could drown in him here, lift myself onto his stiffness and feel him move within me, completing me.

The carriage stops, and the smells of our home wash over me. We're here. I'm in a desperate way, altogether.

"Master William, it was a pleasure. I hope we'll be seeing you again soon."

"Master Jacob, thank you."

I shake his hand, and with a nod, I exit the carriage. As fast as I can move, I make my way through the house, and into Penn's room. My hands quickly work to divest myself of my trousers. Climbing onto his bed, I position myself for his entry.

"Brother."

And it sounds like a moan. I feel him move up the bed, and lay his clothed body against mine.

"There's no rush in this, William"

"Penn, I beg of you."

"Ah, love. Sire has broken your seal, and all you wish is to be sealed shut again."

His words against my neck send shivers through my spine.

"Then do."

I'm pleading with him, and his fingers part me. Softly caressing my ache, his lips traveling my neck to my ear, and I'm leaking out against the rough bedclothes.

"You want to rush straight to the climax, I want you to experience every single note of the symphony."

My sex bouncing and dancing at his words, the ache in my access simmering as his fingers drag lazily along my backside.

"You'd have me suffer this way?"

"Oh, dear brother, I'd have you suffer in so many ways."

He whispers, bringing a painful stiffness to my untouched sex, and I realize I'm rising against each stroke of his fingers. My legs spread apart, and still the fingers elude me, refusing to enter. I whimper in frustration, and continue to follow his fingers in futility.

"Undress me."

Flooded with need, and I turn myself to him. Removing his shirt, and his trousers, and the sharp curve of his erection victoriously displayed between his thighs making my hands tremble.

"Has Sire taught you to use your mouth yet, William?"

Before I can respond, I'm being pulled down close to his hardened sex. His fingers cup my chin, and the direction is clear. And what would this feel like? I find myself hesitating, not quite certain what's expected of me. I glance up to take in his expression, his eyes comfort me, as he runs his fingers into my hair. Oh, would he ever end this torture, and fill me. But those fingers guide my head down again.

My lips near his sex, and I'm trembling with apprehension. His hand urges me forward to take that hardness into my mouth, and so I do. Pull back the hood, and close my lips around the thickness. A quiet moan from above me, and his hips gently rock his length in and out of me.

"Move yourself, William, so I can reach you."

Adjusting my position, and savoring the saltiness on my tongue, my head bobs with each of his small thrusts. On my knees, and licking and sucking and lapping at his swollen sex, his hand on my backside, returning to its earlier sweet torture, and muffled moans escape me. I move down on him, my lips tight, and he groans out in pleasure, engulfing me in the excitement. Yet I struggle to follow his hand, because even now those fingers elude me, refusing to enter.

"Are you so hungry you cannot enjoy this, brother?"

And it's now that I realize I'm whimpering, deep in my throat. Fingers beneath my chin now, pulling my head to face him.

"Will you not answer me?"

"I wish to pleasure you, Penn. I wish nothing more than that."

"Ah, is that why you're here? To offer me pleasure?"

"Yes."

He's pushing me flat to the bed now, his lips and tongue trailing my chest and up to my neck.

"It is not why I'm here, William."

How can he say this, as his hands touch me the way they do? I can feel his want pressed against my thigh.

"You do not wish to have me, Penn?"

"Oh, I wish to have you, brother. I wish to leave your body exhausted from desire. But you've not been invited to my bed to service me."

"Then what do you want from me?"

"You're not a slave, William. Your experiences should be enjoyable. You should find pleasure in them."

"But I do."

"You find pleasure at Angelus' hand, of course. But I am not your Sire. You've no duty to me. And I mean to teach you. so many things. So many delights that await you."

Suddenly our lips are pressed together, and I understand. The hands that caress me are strong, and sure. Decadent. Sinful. I've no service to perform, I've only to enjoy the sensations, and give them in return.

I feed from the dampness of his mouth, and the power of this moment. The weight of his body pressed into mine, and I delight in this. My hands roam his back, and I can feel each sharp curve of muscle sculpting his shoulders, sliding down his flanks. The sudden rise of silken flesh as I cup his backside, and the groan of pleasure against my lips when I do.

There is power here. And I hold the half of it.

The cold air tingles the wetness on my lips as he pulls away. He's pointing to the oil, and without hesitation, I reach for it.

"Are you ready, William?"

"I am."

Dribbling the oil onto his sex, and it's gleaming now in the soft flickering light. I'm taking a moment to drink him in. He is stunning. Different from Angelus, and very unlike myself. His body is that of some Greek statue. Some God of a lost culture, not breathing, yet very much alive. And when my eyes travel to his face, oh those luminous eyes sparkle in amusement. Soft full lips turned up at the corners, and a pink tongue sneaking out to wet them.

"Enjoying the sights, William?"

"You are magnificent, Penn."

Leaning forward, and placing a gentle kiss to my mouth.

"You see what treasures you'll find when you allow yourself? Imagine what it would be to see Angelus with these eyes."

A long low sigh and I'm pushing him back against the pillows. He's now sitting against them, smiling and gripping himself. An invitation to the lavish pleasures this night will hold.

"Lift yourself onto me."

He needn't ask twice, as I move quickly into position over his sex. Straddling him, I feel his finger trail along my access, and guide his thickness to my entrance.

"Take your pleasure."

My knees scrape along the bed covers as I descend, and suddenly I can feel the familiar stretch of being filled. His sex opens me, and his hands grip my backside to keep me this way. And oh, that precious ache, that throbbing within. How long I've waited to feel him this way, and it's everything. and more.

Slowly I open myself to accept him. I close my eyes to concentrate on the sensations of his thickness pushing in, fraction by fraction, and it's so good. And I want more of this. More of this, as I come to rest on his hips, his sex tucked deep within me. I spare a moment to shudder, and he's moaning quietly in appreciation.

Opening my eyes, and he's smiling. Hands stroking at my thighs, caressing my hips and pulling me down on his sex. Moans, so loud, as I feel him rub against that knot within me. The one that makes me tremble, and leak from my own sex. Watching his face, I rise up, his hands pull at my hips, dragging me back down. Impaling me over again. So deep, and his mouth quivers, wet and pink, and I'm full with him.

"William. again, again."

He's whispering, and sighing, and clutching my waist. Easily, I rise and fall rhythmically against him. Soft groans, and small thrusts from beneath me, the cadence of our lovemaking is effortless.

"Ah brother, so right. so lush between us."

"Penn. ah, Penn. inside."

"Your cock is beautiful, William. can you stand if I touch it?"

"I'll release for certain."

"Oh", he moans out, and thrusts even deeper into me. Riding his sex, and he's coring me with every pump. Open mouthed cries, my head thrown back, and pleasuring myself on his length. Over and again, lancing my backside on this sweet thickness.

The door is moving open, the light from the hall flooding in and illuminating our writhing bodies. Do I turn now? I couldn't care to. The pleasure inside coursing through my veins, as though my heart were still beating. And I moan louder now, as if my unspoken words convey my desire to be left alone with this intoxicating rush of power and bliss I've found. And leave us. leave us to unlock the riches we've discovered.

My hips rocking forward, rising up, and sinking down. Again, and again, and I can't stop this. It's so right, so satisfying, so full.

The creak of a wooden chair as a heavy body settles into it. Leave us. Leave us.

"Turn him."

Sire's voice cutting through the shared moans. The fingers massaging deeply into my hips now grip and lift me.

"Please don't let this end."

My voice clatters out in a choked sob. His hand cupping my face, his expression of desire and empathy paralyzes me.

"This doesn't end, William. This goes on and on."

Allowing those hands to guide me, to turn me around, and pull my back to his chest. Strong arm surrounding my waist, and another pulling my legs apart. This wanton position, exposing my recently filled access to our Sire. I'm aching to be filled again, so lost in the want. Pleading, and spreading my legs further, as though I can offer myself as a sacrifice to the Gods, and be freed from this torturous suspended arousal with their mercy.

"Take him if it pleases you, Penn."

His hand scooping up my sac, and exposing me further, a finger gently caresses my access.

"Show him, William. Show him where you need to be touched."

Sliding my hand between my thighs and entering myself with a finger. It's not nearly thick enough, nor long enough and I cannot suppress a whimper.

Tongue and lips on my neck urge me on. A second finger, and still it's not enough. Gritting my teeth, and grunting as I struggle to fill myself the way I was only moments ago. Pushing hard now, the agony of my stiffness presses cruelly into my belly as I bend myself to gain better access.

My eyes meeting Sire's and he's watching me with intense interest. I'm gazing at him, as he is bathed in the soft golden glow. Bathed in the soft golden glow of the lamp at his side. His fingers pushing the trousers down enough to expose his own erection, and I moan low in my throat.

Focusing on his sex that's now gripped in his fist, a fist that's moving lazily up and down his length. The excitement pumps through me and my fingers jab desperately at my bared entrance.

"I need more."

And that must be my voice I hear pleading out in a coarse whisper. But it sounds vulgar and shameless, and makes my Sire squirm in his seat.

"That's it William, show him."

"Penn, God. Penn, please have mercy."

"Can't you see, brother? Look what it does to him, seeing you this way."

My attention on Angelus, and oh my arousal at the lurid way he plays with his sex while watching my fingers stab vainly into my backside. He's rising, and removing his trousers completely, never taking his eyes from my movements. Settling back into the chair now, one hand on his erection, and God. one hand slipping under his sac.

Instantly I feel the knuckles of Penn's fist sliding up and down my back as he begins working his sex. He must feel what I feel. Wish what I do. The very thought has us moaning and pushing against one another. Oh to see Angelus' toy at his own access. My mouth is open, and I'm panting as Penn lifts me again onto his lap.

"William, pleasure yourself on me."

I dare not speak in response, but obediently position my backside over his sex to receive him. And God, the blunt stiffness at my ache as he pierces me. Moaning, as his length reaches my spot, and slides so deliciously across that I fear I'm in danger of completing in this very moment.

"Let him see, brother."

My legs parting as far as they'll allow, my hand between my thighs lifting my sac, showing him. Watch, Angelus. With unfaltering rhythm, watch as I ride him. Watch as Penn's hands grip my hips to still me for his deep thrusts. Watch because you enjoy this. And dear God, so do I!

"Is it good, William? Being watched."

"So good."

I manage in a groan, my head rolling back on my shoulders. I can barely register the sound of the chair creaking again before Angelus appears next to the bed. Slowly he bends to capture my lips with his. Our mouths pressed tightly together, bringing my arms around his neck, and pulling him closer to me. Strong arms wrapping around my waist, lifting me slightly to allow the long languid pumps of Penn's sex. Together we ride the rocking cadence of our bodies. and this is so much. so much.

Pulling away and I'm desperate for his mouth. Gripping his arms, and trying with all my strength to bring him back to me. A smile on his lips, and please Angelus.

"You've used his mouth, Penn."

"Ah, I have."

From beneath me, my brothers' whispered answer. Spoken in so much delight, and bliss, I'm lost in the thrill of it.

"And you were pleased, lad?"

Angelus' mouth trembles as he speaks.

"Was divine, Sire."

Sire climbing onto the bed and reaching around me to stroke at Penn's face. Our movement has halted, and my sex throbs in the stillness.

"Would you like me to pleasure you Sire?"

Angelus nods, and moves to his knees. Slowly I'm lifted from Penn's hardness, and I feel empty. empty and aching. A hand around my arm, pulling me to follow him. Moving behind Angelus, and Penn bending between Sire's parted thighs. And oh. Oh to see Angelus this way. To see him exposed, and that heavy sac resting between his legs. That strong back, wide expanse of flesh, muscles in his shoulders flexing with his slight movements.

Looking in astonishment to Penn now, and he's smiling wide and wicked as he nears Sire's parted backside.

"Sometimes he needs this, brother."

And without hesitation, sealing his mouth against Angelus' access. Lapping and licking, and Sire is moaning quietly.

I'm frozen in awe at the sight of it. Angelus lifting one hand to grip his length, he strokes himself while Penn tongues at him. How many times have I found pleasure at Angelus' hardness? Lost myself in the sensations of his sex, thumping deep within me. Felt the delicious wave of excitement as the threads of my thoughts unwound with my completion. Does he not deserve this in return?

Reaching for Sire's fist around his sex, turning his head and casting a questioning glance at me. I'm smiling, and crawling under his body. A gasp above me, as I take that thickness into my mouth, clamp around it with my lips and ease it into me. Suddenly I'm sucking hard and frantic at his swollen sex, and listening to the overwhelmed grunts of pleasure escaping my Sire.

"Ah, my boys..."

Pulling on it hard, and teasing it with my tongue, I'm almost uncontrollably excited by the remembrance of all the times this sex has pierced me, driven me into ecstasy and loved me well into the day.

His hand urges my head back and forth at the pace he prefers. And I give this to him, as he has given me so much. Be it instinct, or my current state of want, I feel my legs part, and my buttocks rise and fall with each dipping of my head.

"Oh, the way you do, William. the way you do, boy. Doing my head in, to be sure."

A strong hand on my back, gripping and releasing, and nothing there for him to hold onto.

"Penn. my love, you must."

The hand moves back to my head, stilling me as his legs part. Penn's thighs between Sire's now, and I hear the familiar sound of wetness, thumping and a smacking as Penn's belly slaps against Sire's rear.

"Lie beneath me, William."

Quickly, I move myself. Legs parted, and waiting for his entry. I can see Penn's face lit with pure bliss hovering over Sire's back.

"When he needs this, brother. Oh, it is a gift for certain."

A worshipful kiss on Sire's shoulder, and moving to his neck and his ear. I watch Penn's mouth reverently pay homage to our Sire. Watching still, as Angelus' body rocks with the gallop of Penn's thrusts.

"Give me a moment, William."

Sire whispers, eyes shut in careful concentration. Penn smiling down on me, the sounds of his pumps into Sire's backside thrill me, and he knows. I reach between my thighs, and push my fingers into my own access in anticipation.

"That's it, dear brother. Prepare yourself for him."

Angelus opening his eyes and staring down at my fingers disappearing into my body. A groan of pure lust, and he's pushing his fingers in with my own. And Oh. it's almost heaven. Almost. because I can barely hold my completion back.

"Release if you must, A st�r."

My arousal has been suspended too long to be easily contented. I know that if I were to release, it would be a fleeting moment before my sex was engorged and throbbing for fulfillment again. But I wish to feel Angelus before I do.

Spreading my thighs far, and rolling my hips up. Silently begging that he replace our fingers with his sex. A nod, and the fingers pull out. His hand wrapping around the deep red swollen shaft, guiding himself against me. A desperate cry as he slides into me. My backside gripping his length as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Feeling the rhythm of Penn's hips propelling his pelvis forward, impaling me again. and again. and I grip myself in desperation. The world around me going black, and thick strands of wetness hit my chest in pulses of bliss. More and more. and I'm fading out, fading in. Groans and pants fill my ears as I ride Sire's cock, and penetrate the sheath of my hand. Lips on my chest, and more. more.

My release waning as I cling helplessly to my sex. Sire's hand joining mine, and enticing it to awaken again. Pushing back and forth into our fingers until I'm jerking and moaning.

"I'm near, lads. near."

The pumps into my rear grow sharp. The fingers around me tighten. I lift my knees high to give him a smooth run, and he groans out. Penn sighing in pleasure as he grips at Sire's waist.

"Angelus, let me soak you. Inside, Sire."

"Ah Penn, do."

Watching as Penn trembles in spasms behind Angelus. Feeling the shudders through Angelus, I'm drawn in again. drawn into the pinnacle. His sex feeding my hunger, soothing my ache. And oh. oh. the wetness inside now. drenching this fire within. Teetering on the edge of my own completion, the muscles in my backside clamping down in tremors that bring the loud cries of satisfaction from my Sire. Breathing in gulps of air, and hard punishing swells of pleasure thundering out of me in streams of wetness. Descending into blackness again, as flashes of decadence and flesh fill my mind. Bodies entangled, writhing limbs and moans, sighs of release.

Inertia as our bodies slow to a halt. My entire being tingles with satisfaction. Feeling Angelus' softened sex slipping out of me, and my legs falling to the bed as they lay on either side of me. Exhausted.

And as sleep closes in, Penn's voice whispering in my ear.

"Did you enjoy your naming, brother?"

"I believe I should have one every night."

And the last thing I hear before sleep finds me, and the darkness turns to day, is Angelus softly laughing, pulling me close.

"Well loved, William."

~The End~