Rating: R
Content: M/M sexual situations, language, S&M/B&D
Distribution: Go ahead. Just let me know where.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Stinger or Vampy, so don't get uptight and sue me!
Summary: Vampiro gives Sting what he didn't know he needed.
May 10, 2000
The ambulance sped down the thoroughfare, siren wailing, red and blue lights spiraling wildly. Sting shouted for him to stop, pounding on the reinforced steel barrier that had been specially installed, separating the back of the vehicle from the driver. He wiped the blood that had been sprayed into his eyes and cursed Vampiro furiously, looking for some way to break through and get his hands on his nemesis.
Vampiro laughed maniacally as he raced down a sidestreet, zigzagging through commercial, then residential lanes, winding his way into the business district where he'd discovered an old, abandoned warehouse at the end of a dead-end street earlier on in the day. He shut off the siren and just drove, listening to Sting's yells of threats and insults, grinning evilly as he thought of what he had in store for his captive.
Sting gave up for the moment, sinking onto the stretcher and resting his elbows on his knees, hands balled into tight fists, teeth grinding in frustration. "Just wait till you stop this thing, Vampiro," he hissed to himself. "You won't have to worry about anyone looking at you or ridiculing you because you'll be dead."
Ten minutes later, the ambulance pulled into the open warehouse door and stopped. Vampiro got out and went inside, making a few preparations before returning to the back of the vehicle. Before opening the door, he pulled out a taser gun. He stepped to the side and swung one of the double doors open, smiling as Sting flew through it as expected. Before Sting could reorient himself on Vampiro, he reached out and lightly touched his arm with the tip of the gun and gently pulled the trigger.
Sting cried out as the intense electrical shock sizzled through him, exquisite agony scintillating every nerve so that he couldn't move...couldn't breathe... He dropped to the ground motionless but for his glittering eyes as Vampiro came to stand above him with a satisfied smirk.
"I'm really sorry to have had to do that, but I knew you wouldn't cooperate of your own free will," Vampiro murmured, squatting down to stroke a finger down Sting's cheek before grasping an arm and hauling the prone body up and over his shoulder with amazing ease. He strode through the darkened interior and up a ladder into a loft-like area, where he'd set up a bondage bed and lantern. He tossed him into the center of the bed, deftly stripping the immobilized man and binding him to the built-in rings on each corner.
Sting tried desperately to move some part of his body, but his nervous system would not respond. After a while, however, he was able to speak, though it was slurred and hoarse. "You bastard! What the fuck are you up to?"
Vampiro dropped Sting's clothes on the floor nearby, quickly followed by his own vest. He went to a large duffel bag in the corner and brought it to the bed, sitting on the edge and rifling through the contents.
"Answer me, dammit! What are you going to do? Fuck that! Let me go, you scum-sucking freak!"
Vampiro ignored Sting's continued insults, pulling out an item in which he dangled before him tantalizingly. "You know, I was hoping not to have to use this, but I can see that you're not going to let up anytime soon, so..."
Sting tried to struggle, to turn his head away as Vampiro forced his mouth open and shoved in the ball gag, strapping it around his head. He sat back, smiling amusedly into Sting's dark, rage-filled eyes.
"There!" he said, reaching into the bag and withdrawing a Polaroid camera, aiming at Sting's stiff form. "Say cheese..." Click. "I think we should have some record of our...experience, don't you?"
Sting was livid with fury, the heat of it burning away the last vestiges of the effects of the taser. He wrenched at his bonds, writhing in a futile effort to free himself.
Vampiro tsked in mock-reprooval. "Now, now, there's no use in doing that. You're firmly bound and I'm the only one who can release you. But by the time I'm through, you may not want to be freed." He grinned ferally, flashing his sharp fangs. He rummaged around in the bag again and took out a bottle of wine and a glass, popping the cork and pouring a small amount into the goblet and sipping, sighing appreciatively before he filled it and set the bottle aside. He rose and walked around the bed, studying Sting from every angle, inwardly pleased at the hard leanness of his body.
"You know, Sting," Vampy began. "you and I aren't all that different. Despite my growing up on the street and you being pampered all your life, we have the same soul. You're as much of a freak as I am."
Sting shook his head, biceps bulging as he attempted to wrench his wrists free again. He tried to close his mind to what Vampiro was saying, not willing to acknowledge the twinge of agreement inside him.
Vampy traced the thin, nearly invisible scars on Stings chest and arms, smiling broadly. "Yes, we're alike, you and I. You like pain. You live for it. You crave it." He pulled out a Bic lighter, flicking it on and gazing into the flame for a moment before looking at Sting again. "I can give you what you want," he whispered sibilantly. "I can make you beg for it. I can make you scream with the agonizing ecstasy of it."
Sting shuddered at his words, feeling goosebumps rise on the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if it was of dread or anticipation and didn't want to find out.
"You don't like the idea that I know one of your most private secrets, do you, Stevie?" Vampiro chuckled, sauntering back around the bed to settle down on the edge by Sting's hip, still sipping his Chianti leisurely. "It maddens you that I know of your desire to be dominated...to want the ultimate in S&M. You've been searching...searching for years. Always being disappointed." Vampiro studied Sting's features thoughtfully. "Your lovers were amateurs. Or they just didn't understand what it was that you wanted. They were not capable of understanding the magnitude of your need. Therefore, they were doomed to failure to satisfy it."
Sting gazed into the mellow glow of Vampiro's eyes, mesmerized by both the stare and his words.
"But I know what you need, Steve," Vampiro rasped tilting his glass, letting a few drops of wine splash his stomach, making it grow taut at the coolness. "I can satisfy you..." With a touch to the wheel, he brought the lighter's flame to life and brought it to the alcohol. With a flash, it ignited, then, within a few seconds, it disappeared, having evaporated the liquid.
Sting cried out at the flare of pain, arching against his bonds, panting heavily as it eased. He blinked his eyes open to see Vampiro watching him impassively, softly caressing the offended skin. He deliberately splashed another spot high up on his chest and lit it, causing Sting to twist in anguish, grunts of distress escaping from around the gag. When he came back to his senses, he again returned his gaze to Vampiro.
Vampiro smiled, lightly resting his fingers on Sting's groin, brow raised in amusement. "I can see that I'm having an effect on you."
Sting glared at his captor, but couldn't deny the evidence of his arousal. 'Damn the man! He was diabolical!' He saw the smile widen on Vampiro's face and knew he was reading his thoughts.
"Dear Sting, I know what's in that dark little mind of yours now. Remember that bite on Nitro?"
Sting's eyes narrowed.
"No, I didn't bring you over...yet," he said, stroking the satiny insides of his thighs. "I just...tweaked you a little so that I could read your thoughts. However, the closer we get, the more binding the connection is."
'I don't want to get "closer" to you, you bloodsucker,' Sting threw back telepathically.
"Oh, but you have no choice really," Vampiro replied, finishing off his wine and putting the goblet back in the bag. He then became all business and started taking out various items and laying them on the bed. He first slipped a two-ringed cockring on Sting's shaft, attached nipple clamps, then raised high a thin, limber riding crop so Sting could see. Before he began, he picked up the camera again and took a few pictures from several angles, waiting for the developed results, nodding in satisfaction and putting them in the bag. "For posterity," Vampy explained at Sting's angry glare. He then went to the foot of the bed and crawled up, kneeling between his legs. "I know this is so clich�, but this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me," he quipped, grinning wickedly as he slashed the whip down to leave a livid weal across Sting's chest just below the clamps. He listened to the gasp of pain, then repeated his action, feeling himself grow rigid in his jeans at each lash. "Feel the pain, Steve," he husked, clasping one of the writhing man's knees, holding it still as he attended to the tense muscles of his thigh, careful to avoid striking any vital parts. He moved to the other leg, taking great delight in Sting's whimpers.
Sting felt the tears streaming down his temples, unable to stop the choked sobs...nor intense pleasure spinning through him. He let out a garbled plea, tossing his head from side to side.
Vampiro paused, admiring Sting's curved back and stiff cock. He touched the end of the whip to the very tip and heard him moan. He wasn't sure if it was of pain or pleasure, but it didn't quite matter which. "Would you like me to ungag you, Steve?"
Sting turned his head towards Vampy, eyes slightly glazed. He nodded vigorously, his nostrils flaring as he breathed rapidly.
"Will you behave yourself?" Vampy asked with a faint sardonic smile, lightly rubbing the back of his knuckles up the underside of Sting's pulsing rod. "I wouldn't want to have to punish you again."
Sting grunted his acquiescence and Vampiro bent forward and slowly unbuckled the strap, easing the ball out. He gulped in air, running his tongue around his mouth to moisten it.
"Here..." Vampy retrieved the glass and bottle of wine, measuring a couple of fingers and lifting Sting's head and putting the goblet to his lips. "Drink."
He did, gagging on it when he realized that there was more than wine in the glass. Vampiro chuckled evilly, pulling away the red liquid and downing the rest of it.
"Ahh, I see you've discovered my little personal blend." He poured some more and forced his captive to drink another mouthful. "There's nothing like Chianti and the blood of a righteous man."
Sting choked on the mixture, nausea ebbing and flowing in him before his stomach settled down again, accepting what was given it.
"That's right," Vampiro whispered gleefully. "Drink it down. Savor the sweetness of it. Yesssss."
When Vampy drew the glass away, Sting panted, a few drops clinging to the corner of his mouth. "You're a sick bastard." But his voice held more fascination than anger.
Vampiro laughed delightedly. "I'll take that as a compliment, Stevie." He put the goblet down again, trailing the whip up his own chest to circle his nipples. He leaned forward and licked the drops from Sting's mouth before he had a chance to turn his head away.
"No." Sting's voice was low and lacked conviction. "Just let me go, huh?"
Vampiro shook his head slowly, his dark dreadlocks brushing the other man's chest. "Not until we've finished our...business."
"If I promise not to try and escape, will you free me?"
Vampiro tilted his head contemplatively for a moment, eyes roaming speculatively over Sting's features. "Hmm...perhaps...but not right now. I have plans." With that, he straightened, tweaking the nipple clamps, smiling at Sting's moan of discomfort. He delved into the bag again and brought out some lubricant, swiftly divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. He carefully coated his straining shaft, then slowly slipped his slick fingers into Sting's puckered anus, feeling the muscles contract at the invasion. "You're quite tight, aren't you, Steve," he commented, easing the fingers in and out in a gradually deepening rhythm, making sure to brush his prostate. "Haven't been busy lately? Or have you been the one to plumb the depths of innocent tunnels?"
"Fuck you," Sting growled, then groaned, arching as the vampire gave a firm stroke to his G-spot.
Vampiro emitted a rumbling chuckle. "I think you're the one about to get fucked, my dear Steve." He removed his fingers and grasped his hips, guiding himself to the other man's opening, inching the head inside. When it was fully enclosed, he paused, looking into Sting's eyes with a predatory grin. Are you ready...Stinger?"
Before Sting could answer, Vampiro lunged full-length into him, eliciting a shout of agony. He bowed off the bed, trying to escape it, but Vampiro was relentless. He drove brutally into him, never allowing him to adjust to his girth, hissing obscenities as he worked. Sting whimpered, trying to deny that there was even pleasure in the pain. He bucked against Vampiro as he leaned down to brace his hands on either side of his head, raising it to sink his teeth into Vampiro's shoulder, savagely gratified to hear him suck in a harsh breath and let out a long moan. Vampiro's thrusts became more sensual, calculated to heighten the pleasure.
"Let me touch you," Sting panted, trying to get closer to the man above him. "I want....to-to...ahhh, God!"
Vampiro chuckled breathlessly as he angled his hips to rub against his prostate. "You like that? Huh? C'mon, Stevie, tell me you love what I'm doing to you."
Sting whined softly as he could feel the pressure building towards climax, but the inability to achieve it. "Please...Vamp...please, free me so I...I can touch you."
The dark-haired vampire continued for a few more strokes, obviously thinking about his request. Then, he paused, reaching out to flip the hidden catch on the wristcuffs, sitting back to do the same with his ankles. Before he could resume his ministrations, Sting was on him, knocking him backward, hands around his throat.
"You freaking sonofabitch!" he hissed into the surprised man's face. "I should strangle you right here."
Vampiro recovered his wits quickly and smiled up at Sting arrogantly. "You won't kill me Sting."
"What's to stop me?"
"This..." Vampiro grasped Sting's shaft, deftly removing the cockrings and running his nimble fingers up and down the length, cupping and squeezing his balls.
Sting gasped, hips jerking against him. "You bastard," he whispered before lowering his head to ravage his nemesis' mouth. He brusquely explored the depths before moving down to nip hard at his throat. He continued to moan at the tugging strokes of Vampy's hand, the free one pinching the clamped nipples gently, sending sharp tingles through his chest.
Sting abruptly pulled away, climbing up Vampy's body to straddle his chest. "Suck me, bitch," Sting ordered gruffly, watching as Vampiro instantly obeyed, grasping the root of his cock and bringing the tip to his lips. He laved it, curling his tongue around the head and drawing it into the warmth of his mouth. He applied the barest amount of suction before releasing him.
"Like this?"
Sting drew in his breath again, tangling his fingers in his hair. "That's good, but more. I want you to take all of me down your throat."
Vampiro hid a wicked smile and began doing exactly what he wanted, relaxing his throat to take every inch in. When he was fully buried, he still gave him only the merest suction, gliding his tongue up the underside, teasing the throbbingly sensitive vein.
Sting bit his lip as the sweet sensations washed over him. "Oh, yes...harder. Suck me harder, Vamp."
Vampiro ignored him and continued what he was doing, loving the sounds of frustration coming from him. He resisted the tugging hands that tried to urge him along, taking his time licking and savoring Sting's flesh.
"Damn you, bloodsucker!" Sting gritted, his jaw ticking with the strain of keeping his control. "How is it that even when I'm on top, you 'still' have the upper hand?"
Vampiro gave a low chuckle, the vibration sending snaking shivers up the length of his shaft and into the deepest part of him. He rolled his balls between his fingers gently, pinching them, scratching his nails lightly up his scrotum until Sting's hips jerked in response.
With astounding strength, Vampiro abruptly gripped Sting's hips and flipped him up and over so that he was settled between the older man's thighs, his mouth feasting hungrily on Sting's, pinioning his arms down as he roughly thrust into him again, rocking in and out in a maddening rhythm. He used enough force to give pleasure, but not enough to finish him.
"Please....please..." Sting couldn't prevent himself from begging, not even caring anymore. His only focus was what Vampiro was doing to him. "More, Vampy...more...make me come..."
Vampiro studied his lover as he plunged into him again and again, gauging his breaking point. When he judged that Sting was close, he eased off, slowing his tempo, leisurely flicking his tongue around the distended nipples, growling as he curved up into his mouth, his heels digging into his ass frantically.
"Either finish me or kill me," Sting snarled desperately. "Either way, put me out of my misery!"
Vampiro bit his nipple hard, causing Sting to mewl in pain. "Such impatience, love," he said hoarsely, letting go of his arms and reaching down to sensuously trail his fingers up Sting's cock again, wrapping his hand loosely around it and pumping in time to his shallow thrusts. "I like to linger over my..." The words were muffled as he rubbed his face against Sting's chest, inhaling the scent of hot skin and desire, an intoxicating blend. "You want me to end this so soon?"
Sting nodded, digging his fingers into Vampiro's ass, attempting to pull him deeper. "Please...end it now...please, Vampy."
"Ahh, I just love it when you beg," Vampiro sighed. "It turns me on so much." He grabbed Sting's legs and brought them up so that the muscled calves rested on his shoulders. "Well, all right...I'll give you what you want." Without preamble, he began to pound into Sting, probing deeper and deeper with each driving lunge, relishing Sting's eager moans. He grunted with each stroke, murmuring endearments mixed with obscenities in his ear.
"Come on, baby," he whispered. "Come for me. I can feel you're close. Shoot for me."
Sting's head whipped back and forth as he felt himself spiraling closer and closer to the pinnacle, unaware of the whimpering cries he was issuing. He vaguely heard Vampiro encouraging him to finish, his clever fingers tugging and squeezing his shaft until it swelled painfully, ready to spill...
Vampiro felt that Sting was about to climax and pumped harder and faster, using his free hand to wrench Sting's head back, exposing the tender vulnerability of his throat. He could still see the faint bite marks he'd left a few days before and smiled ferally. He softly brushed his lips against the rapidly beating pulse, baring his fangs and waiting for the perfect moment to strike..
Sting screamed as his orgasm ripped through him, making his body grow rigid with the intensity of it. He heard a smothered groan, then felt twin pricks of discomfort. He knew what was happening, but was helpless to stop it. He didn't want to stop it. The sensation of tugging and sucking prolonged his release until he thought it would never end.
Finally, Vampiro raised his head and grinned down at Sting, blood rimming his lips like some bizarre lipstick. Sting pulled him down and licked the traces of blood away, his ministrations deepening into a lazy kiss.
"You come so beautifully, Stevie," Vampiro moaned as his hips quickened their tempo. "Now...it's...my turn...fuck!"
Sting held onto Vampiro as he roared his orgasm, ramming himself deep and shuddering violently. His head was thrown back in the throes and Sting traced the line of his throat, caressing the hollow, feeling his own mouth water. Vampiro collapsed atop him, sighing in satiation.
"What was it you said that you like to linger over," Sting asked softly, massaging his arm absently.
"Mmmm?" he replied sleepily.
"You said that you like to linger over your...your what?"
Vampiro half-opened his eyes, a glint of amusement in the dark depths. "Oh, I said that I like to linger over my...meals. And I must say that you're the most satisfying meal I've had in a very long time.
Sting stared at him in consternation as the vampire drifted to sleep, heedless of any danger. Indeed, Sting knew he couldn't hurt Vampiro any more than he could hurt himself. They were two sides of the same coin and, much as part of him was galled at the idea, he had to live with it...for now. He sank into a deathlike slumber, completely unaware of the video camera hanging from the rafters and taping every moment.