The Vampire's Prisoner

The Vampire's Prisoner by Scarlet Blackwell

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CONTENTS Chapter Chapter Chapter Chapter Chapter Chapter

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Chapter One The delivery arrived at seven that evening, and Christopher directed the men to take it down to the laboratory. Alexander Somerville waited until the swearing and puffing and panting had finished and there was relative quiet, and then he descended the stairs into the basement of the house. Standing on the cold, stone floor in the open space in the middle of his laboratory, so it could be approached from all four sides, was a large metal cage. On one side of this there appeared to be a heap of black rags lying on the ground against the bars. Alex walked across the room to get a closer look. The black rags had a shape, the figure of a man curled on his side in a fetal position. His body was covered from head to knees by a blanket, a pair of breeches and leather boots revealed below. Alex surveyed the four men in the room, seeking Mr. Roberts, the man he had done business with. Alex's gaze settled on a well-dressed man in cloak and frock coat, holding his top hat in his hand, no sweat gleaming on his brow, unlike those of the rougher-looking men in his company. "The journey was smooth?" Alex inquired politely, stiffly, because he wasn't a sociable man and didn't bother pretending that he was. The shipment from France had taken three long weeks, during which time Alex became convinced Roberts was a 5

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confidence trickster who had taken his money and run. Either that or the precious cargo had escaped en route. However, he had only sent half the money up front, and the man had delivered after all. "It was." The man looked uncomfortable at the question, and Alex regarded him suspiciously. "Show me him, then," he said curtly. Something was wrong. Mr. Roberts glanced at his companions before he moved forward to stand in front of the cage. With the tip of his cane, he reached through the bars and flicked back the blanket. The figure huddled beneath twitched. He half lifted a hand before it fell back as though too weak to move. Alex stared. The figure wore expensive, fashionable clothes—cravat and stiff starched shirt, frock coat, and cloak—and his hair was black and glossy as a raven's wing, short and untidy, falling over his face. But it was impossible to tell if he was attractive because every area of exposed skin—face, neck, and hands— was burned. Scarlet in some places, black in others, the skin was a mass of weeping blisters and peeling flesh. In the middle of this horror, the eyes were open with thick, black lashes blinking over irises of a startling violet blue that were fixed on the ground, not lifting to look at his captors, as though this was too much of an effort. Alex whirled around to face Roberts. "What is this? He is half dead! I have not paid good money for a corpse, sir! What have you done to him?" 6

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Roberts' face reddened. "He was caught in the sunlight, sir," he said sullenly. "The damage happened in a matter of minutes before we could cover him. He will heal without scars." "Will he?" Alex looked down at the man in the cage skeptically. "Have you fed him?" "Not since we left France, sir." "What?" Alex was almost apoplectic with rage. "You said you wanted him weakened." "Weakened, not dead!" Alex cried. "How is he supposed to heal if you don't feed him?" "That's your job," Roberts replied smartly, sarcastically, and Alex, always quick-tempered, launched forward, gripped him by the cravat, and slammed him against the bars of the cage. Roberts growled and tried to push Alex away, but Alex was tall and strong, and he held Roberts there easily. As Alex opened his mouth to further abuse this horrid man, a scarlet hand shot out of the cage and gripped Roberts by the ankle. The man wailed as though the very devil himself had him, and Alex reacted quickly, snatching the cane and bringing it down on the foul creature's knuckles hard, with a satisfying crack. "Understand this," he told the monstrosity on the bottom of the cage. "I am master here, vampire. You put your hand from this cage once more and I cut it off, followed by your head." The burned thing gave nothing but a grunt and withdrew his hand, tucking it against his body. His thick lashes fluttered 7

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once, and then his eyes closed. He appeared to be unconscious. Alex growled in displeasure and let Roberts go, tossing the cane aside. "Know this. You shall not be getting what we agreed. And if he dies, you come back here for his corpse and repay every penny, or so help me..." "He can't die." Roberts was pale and shaking. "He can't. I promise you, he will grow strong again." Alex produced a purse from his coat. He took some coins from it and slammed then down on the edge of the workbench. "Take them and get out." Then he addressed Jonathan, his footman, who had been standing silently behind him all the while. "Cover him up." He pointed at the figure in the cage. "Before my dinner comes back." He stalked from the laboratory. Alex went straight up to his room, taking a decanter of brandy with him and a glass. There he paced for long minutes, tossing the amber liquid back, waiting for it to calm him. He took the newspaper clipping from his bureau and sat down to read it, even though he knew every word by heart. For sale, one Raphael Lefevre, aged approximately six hundred years. Location Paris. Will ship. Please contact below. Serious bidders only. The advert had been squeezed into the back of one of Alex's private magazines, those that he got from his gentleman's club. Alex was a doctor by trade with an unhealthy interest in the paranormal. His aim had long been to capture a vampire, 8

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study and observe it, and present a paper to the British Paranormal Society for which he would become recognized the world over. He hadn't thought too deeply about the minor points of keeping a vampire hostage. Alex was a cold, insular man, not renowned for his acts of charity to fellow human beings. A product of an abusive home, he viewed most people with suspicion and hostility and only interacted with them when he had a use for them. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe his behavior was acceptable, but he had stifled his conscience from an early age, refusing to listen to its mutterings. He was ambivalent about the idea of inflicting suffering on the vampire. He would do what it took to get the paper written, and the creature's current plight—burned beyond recognition—affected him only insofar as Alex was angry the goods were damaged. After all, the thing wasn't human; but a creature of the night, a blood-drinker, a murderer. By rights, Alex should put a stake through the vampire's heart once he had finished his studies, and he didn't doubt that he had it within himself to perform this task. He put the clipping down, still angry and needing to vent some of his fury. He rang the bell for the footman. Alex could be found three nights a week at his gentleman's club, where he drank absinthe to excess and indulged in the worst kind of debauchery with those who would do anything for money. When he wasn't there, he slaked his needs with Jonathan. Jonathan was the finest paid servant in the whole of London and would do most anything for anyone who offered 9

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him a coin. Alex had never known anyone quite so needy and obliging before, the perfect whore. In truth, though, he probably had Alex around his finger and not the other way around. He would bat those big brown eyes of his and lick those pouting lips when he wanted a new coat or the evening off. He would strip his clothes off slowly in Alex's room, and then he would bend over the nearest surface and spread his legs lewdly so Alex could see the wares, inviting him. He welcomed being restrained with handcuffs or rope, and he was as vocal and as foul-mouthed as Alex wished. Jonathan liked being submissive; Alex was not under any illusion about that, but sometimes he wondered who controlled who. He told himself he could send Jonathan away any time he wanted, but truth be told, he was not sure he could give up the delights of his servant's lean, angular body just yet or the way Jonathan begged for more when Alex was inside him. There was a tap on the door, and Jonathan slid around it like a black-clad wraith, smirking, hard on already outlined in tight breeches. Alex almost rolled his eyes, for, to be sure, the bell elicited this reaction in his servant more often than not. "You rang, master?" Jonathan inquired, using that term of respect in a slightly mocking way as he always did, which usually made Alex want to fuck the impertinence right out of him. "Yes," Alex said coolly. "On your knees."

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Jonathan regarded him a moment before he slowly ran his tongue around both lips, leaving them glistening. Then he walked over to Alex and, still smirking, sank to his knees. Alex was quick to open his breeches and lift himself free, half-hard. He looked down at Jonathan a moment, watching that talented mouth open wide to take him all the way inside, before he closed his eyes and tried to think. He always thought much more clearly when his cock was being sucked. The vampire needed blood as soon as possible or he was going to die, that much was clear, but it wasn't going to be easy to force fluid down the throat of one who was unconscious. It was going to involve some physical contact with him for sure, and who knew how dangerous he could be once roused? But something about this danger excited Alex. Something about keeping the vampire helpless in a cage aroused him in the same way dominating Jonathan did. Alex gripped his footman's hair and thrust into Jonathan's mouth a little. The vampire was at his mercy. He had the power of life and death over him and surely the creature would want to do whatever it could to make sure it survived the captivity. Anything at all. Even though Alex had no intention of letting the vampire live. He came to climax, opening his eyes to watch Jonathan swallowing him down, before he pulled back and fastened his breeches. "You may go." Jonathan pouted a little, because clearly he wanted something out of it, too, but Alex was too preoccupied to think about anyone else's needs. "I said you may go," he 11

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repeated sternly. "Why don't you see if Christopher can help you with that?" He gave a shark-like smile. Jonathan flushed furiously and scuttled out. It was a rumor amongst Alex's household that Jonathan was in love with Christopher, the head butler, but as far as Alex knew, Christopher paid Jonathan not the slightest bit of attention, nor was there any evidence that Christopher liked men at all. The butler was a private man who lived in the attic and did not socialize with other staff of the household. Alex had long considered making advances toward the butler. Something, however, stopped him. When he asked himself whether he was sparing Jonathan's feelings, he became angry at himself for this idea, perhaps because altruism was foreign to him. Around Alex, Jonathan was a needy slut; around Christopher, he was an adoring puppy—all big eyes, bashfulness, and blushing. The change was quite remarkable. One would have almost said he was a different person. Which begged the question—was everything he did with Alex an act? Did he actually not enjoy it at all? Alex sat down on the bed and wondered if the same were true for himself. During every sexual contact he had these days, he felt like he was only going through the motions, his orgasm a mildly pleasurable end to something which seemed like a routine. He often felt like his life was drifting on a sea of banality, and when he asked himself when was the last time he had been truly happy, he could not remember. Certainly no one person had ever made him happy in his life. [Back to Table of Contents] 12

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Chapter Two "Do you wish me to bathe his wounds, master?" Jonathan asked, emerging from the library as Alex passed on his way down to the laboratory, the hour now late. "No," Alex replied. "He needs the blood first and foremost, or he will die. Descend with me and assist me in the giving of it." He already carried a metal tankard filled to the top with the blood which had been stored in the ice-house that very day by his suppliers at the hospital. Jonathan was quiet, perhaps filled with trepidation about their task, and he went first, lighting the gas lamps along the way, as they descended the stairs into the laboratory. The vampire had moved a little, because he was lying closer to the center of the cage, still face down and still covered by the blanket. His right hand protruded from it, the skin blistered, the knuckles hugely swollen. The hand was broken. It needed strapping and immobilizing, and for a moment, Alex felt an odd pang of guilt and regret at adding to this pathetic creature's injuries before he reminded himself that the vampire was immortal. The hand would be strong and new very soon. If the vampire survived. Alex glanced at Jonathan before he bent and reached between the bars with the tankard, pushing it as close to the vampire's outstretched hand as he could. Then he used the tip of his cane to toss the blanket from the figure. 13

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The vampire's eyes were closed, his face motionless, his burns weeping straw-colored fluid. Jonathan made a noise of what sounded like revulsion by Alex's side, but Alex ignored it. "Vampire. Here is your blood. Drink it if you want to survive." The figure in the cage didn't move. Irritated, Alex raised his voice. "I said, drink!" And he poked the vampire's injured hand none too delicately with his cane. When there was still no reaction, Jonathan groaned fearfully. "He's dead." Alex sent him a glare. "Vampire," he growled, "so help me, if you do not drink..." and he rapped the swollen hand sharply with his cane. There was movement then, the vampire attempting to withdraw his hand, an expression of obvious pain twisting his burned features, much to Alex's surprise. As Alex watched, the fingers, contracted like claws, moved across the floor like a crab to the cup. They touched it, moving around it to clasp it weakly and attempt to pull it toward him. The vampire's head lifted a bare inch off the ground tortuously and he slowly inclined the cup, as though he could pour it down his throat from where he was. Alex saw what was going to happen, and he opened his mouth to tell the vampire, but it was too late. Almost in slow motion, the cup tipped and a crimson fountain of liquid spilled from it, soaking the vampire's face and hair, running down his neck and staining his white collar completely red. Alex hissed in anger and the vampire's face fell into the blood, motionless once again. Alex stared a moment with 14

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Jonathan grumbling about the mess by his side, and then suddenly he saw a movement of pink in the sea of red. The vampire had his tongue out and was lapping the blood from the floor. "Animal," Jonathan said scornfully, but Alex paid no attention because he was watching the movement of the tongue, the weak effort giving it an air of almost lazy sensuality as though the vampire had all the time in the world to lick up the fluid. To his shock, Alex felt a twitch of arousal in his breeches, and his eyes scanned the vampire's burned face, looking properly for the first time. The creature would probably be attractive if the skin was intact, Alex realized, for the features were regular and even, the mouth full and sensual, the nose and jaw strong. Alex watched the tongue again, and for a moment he imagined himself standing at the bars, the vampire bent low, forced to use that tongue on him. Angrily, he shook himself from his thoughts just as the vampire's face fell motionless into the blood once more, as though even the effort of moving his tongue was too much. Alex sighed. "Now we take him up to bathe." **** After taking some more blood from the ice-house and setting it out on the workbench in the laboratory to warm, Alex commandeered Christopher and watched the two servants struggle up the stairs with the man held between them. Only when they had opened the door of the cage, 15

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warily watching the vampire before rolling him onto his back, did Alex realize how big his captive was. Not just tall, but muscular with it, shoulders and chest broader than his own, legs strong. Again he felt that twitch, because he was only human and an ardent admirer of the male form. Especially male forms like this. Jonathan had heated water already, and the vampire was set down on the bathroom floor. Alex might not have deigned to help them carry him up, but he was more than interested in helping to undress his captive. Christopher was silent, never the most vocal of men, and looked a little afraid as he propped the man up so Jonathan and Alex could strip the frock coat from the vampire's arms. The shirt followed, cloak discarded and the vampire's bare torso was revealed. Oh, there were no burns here. There were only acres of hard, muscular flesh sculpted from alabaster, his shoulders and pectorals and biceps huge, his stomach ridged and flat, his waist narrow. Jonathan caught his breath with a shameless moan, and then he gave Alex a dirty smirk when he was glared at. "Mind on the job and out of the gutter," Alex scolded as his own breeches became painfully tight. He glanced at Christopher, who was flushed and looking uncomfortable. Alex let Jonathan unlace the boots and pull them off before he himself got the choice task of unfastening the breeches. He could see they were well filled before he pulled them open, and the two of them wrestled the vampire's hips up so they could pull the garment down off his backside. 16

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This man was the most perfect specimen of masculinity Alex had ever seen. Even flaccid, his cock was long and thick against his thigh, his balls heavy beneath, his pubic hair sparse and neat. As they lay the vampire back naked on the floor, Jonathan sighed in deep pleasure and groped his own groin blatantly. "May I say sir, what a... wise choice you have made?" Alex met his servant's gaze, and Jonathan grinned lecherously. Alex could not help giving a secret, small smile of his own because he was thinking the same way. The vampire was uncommonly blessed, enough to get Alex so hard he could barely think straight. He imagined the vampire begging to be released, and Alex telling his captive just what the vampire had to do for him. He could use and abuse Lefevre for every last drop of pleasure he could get. Christopher coughed. "Shall we...?" He indicated the bath. Alex nodded, and the two servants gripped the vampire under the arms and by the legs and swung him into the bath. He was too tall for it, his feet hanging over the edge, the water instantly turning pink as it closed over his stained neck. Alex glanced at Christopher and decided he needed to be alone with a like-minded pervert such as Jonathan. "You may leave," he told the other man, and the butler scurried out in obvious relief. Jonathan sighed again. "He doesn't appreciate beauty the way we do." He blatantly dropped a hand into the water and stroked the vampire's inner thigh. Alex hesitated at the blood-stained neck with a washcloth. He looked disapprovingly at his footman. "Don't do that." 17

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Jonathan looked surprised. "Why not?" "Because..." Alex tried to say, but his eyes were fixed on the fingers that travelled up the vampire's leg and cupped the balls, squeezing lightly. Jonathan smiled, having a good feel before he took the cock in hand, stroking it. Alex almost gasped; the sight was so intensely erotic, this defenseless, beautiful man being touched this way by his servant. "We shouldn't..." he began, some residual sense of propriety influencing his words. "Why not?" Jonathan was quick to ask again. "He's yours. You bought him." And Alex realized this was true and reminded himself yet again that this man, Raphael, was not human. He was a vampire, and he belonged to Alex. So he carried on washing the blood from his captive while he let Jonathan sexually assault the unconscious man. "I wish he'd get hard," Jonathan sighed, hand working at the cock while stroking himself through his breeches. "He's virtually dead," Alex replied. "That's not going to happen." "But I've never met a man I can't make hard," Jonathan said with a pout. Alex smiled indulgently. This was true. He remembered the time he had brought gentleman acquaintances back from the club to use Jonathan at their will. How his footman had pleasured every last one of them effortlessly, so they almost crawled from his house, swearing they would be back the following week. 18

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In the aftermath, with Jonathan lying curled into his side in a rare show of charity from Alex by allowing the other to stay for a time in his bed, he had remarked on the success of the evening and asked Jonathan if he wanted the men to come back the following week. To Alex's surprise, without lifting his head from where he pressed light kisses on Alex's chest, Jonathan responded quietly, "No." Alex was so astonished that he did not question the servant on his reluctance, but nor did he force the issue, master or not. He did not bring the men to the house again. The water was a dark rust-red now, and Alex had soaped the blood from the vampire's thick hair. "Leave him be now," he told Jonathan, who was still working the other's cock and leaning forward over the bath as though contemplating whether to suck the organ. Certainly, Alex's footman would be getting the most delightful of punishments for abusing Alex's property this way, he thought grimly with his cock throbbing. "Let us get him dry and back to the cage before he kills us all." "He's not going to kill anyone," Jonathan retorted derisively. "I tell you, he's dead." "No, he's not," Alex contradicted him. "He has no pulse, but he breathes. Watch." The two men fell silent and observed the muscular chest for several seconds, during which time they saw it rise and fall a mere once, the movement almost imperceptible. "He fades away, sir," Jonathan said, his voice quiet as though he realized how dire the situation was. 19

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"Yes," Alex replied tightly. "So hurry." They called Christopher back to assist with the heavy lifting, and then they dried the vampire thoroughly on the bathroom floor, Alex taking time to rub some of his own scented oil into the other's body, feeling how deathly cold the skin was, paying particular attention under the arms because he was sensitive about personal hygiene and would not have a foul-smelling vampire polluting his laboratory. Alex had several shirts and breeches that had been made too large for him by an incompetent tailor and which he had not yet taken back to the man, and they dressed the vampire in these, adding waistcoat, and frock coat, avoiding constriction around the burned neck. Alex was a dapper dresser and wanted the vampire smart, even if his captive would just be lying around in a cage all day. He liked the straining of the buttons over the creature's muscular chest and the tightness of the breeches at the groin and the pert backside. Alex let the two servants struggle to carry the dead weight of the vampire back down the stairs to the laboratory, after first checking that no other members of his household staff were in the vicinity. They laid the vampire down in the middle of the cage and then Jonathan gaped when, instead of retreating from the cage, Alex sat down behind the vampire's head, lifted him by the shoulders, and dragged the man's prone form close. Alex cradled the vampire in his arms, between his legs, the vampire's head against his chest. 20

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"Bring me some of the blood and a napkin," he told his footman, because he did not see how else to accomplish this other than to feed the vampire like a baby. "But master..." Jonathan stammered. "It's highly dangerous." Alex merely glowered at him, his expression enough to send the servant scuttling for a cup of blood. Jonathan stepped warily into the cage and pushed the handle into Alex's right hand before he tucked the napkin into Raphael's shirt collar. "Now, have the weapons to hand should you need to defend me," Alex said. He referred to the large collection of anti-vampire equipment he had amassed before Raphael arrived. In a drawer a few feet from the cage were sharp wooden stakes, garlic, crucifixes of varying sizes, holy water, and a revolver loaded with silver bullets, which, although Alex knew would not kill the vampire, would perhaps slow him down if needed. He tilted the vampire's head back against his shoulder with his left hand as he brought the cup to the sensual mouth. "Drink," he said into the vampire's ear, the scent of soap from the wet hair filling his nostrils. The rim of the cup rested against the vampire's lips, tipping lightly, and for a moment the mouth was crimson with blood before it dribbled out down the sides and off the chin. Alex cursed, using the napkin to mop up the drops before they stained the vampire's shirt. "You make this so difficult, creature, when I am trying to save your life," he whispered angrily against his captive's ear. He was aware of the hard 21

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muscle of the vampire's body against his, the heaviness on his groin, and above all this, how cold the creature's flesh was, leaching through the clothes to chill Alex, the ear near his mouth searing his lips as though it were ice. For the first time, Alex began to believe Jonathan was right and the vampire really was dead. He put the cup down in frustration, and then he sank his index finger with disgust into the lukewarm, gelatinous substance. He brought it to the vampire's lips and forced it between them, sinking his finger into the mouth as far as he could. The vampire's mouth was cold too, like ice-cold satin around his finger. He thrust his digit back into the blood and brought it again to the vampire's mouth. Something about the movement of his finger into the slack cavern started to arouse him, or maybe it was the weight of the body against his and the images of being pinned down by the vampire that it created. He watched the vampire's face as he moved his finger within the mouth, and there he saw the eyelashes twitch against the burned cheeks. Alex caught his breath in excitement and relief. A moment later, he felt a tongue touch his finger, licking lightly at the underside of it, and he almost groaned as the mouth went from slack to tight, from ice-cold to lukewarm, and the vampire started to suck. Oh, God, it was sensual. Alex was appalled at how sensual he found it. He withdrew the finger, dipped it into the blood, and inserted it again. This time, the mouth molded around his 22

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digit and sucked it inside, the tongue lapping, the mouth growing hotter and hotter around him. And he felt his own body, which had been chilled to the point of shivering, begin to grow warm as the body against it started to heat. The eyelashes twitched sporadically now as though the eyes were trying to open. Alex removed his finger again, dipped it in the blood, and smeared it deliberately around the lips, leaving them crimson as though with lipstick, watching the vampire's reaction. The pink tongue appeared and licked slowly around the top lip and down onto the bottom. Alex was growing undeniably hard. He shifted a little, rubbing himself against the vampire's back, feeling the heat growing hotter and hotter between them. The head moved against his shoulder, the face turning slightly toward him, the nostrils flaring as though the vampire were sniffing him, and the mouth opened like it sought more. With an unsteady hand, Alex lifted the cup. He brought the edge to the vampire's mouth and tipped very slowly. The creature closed his lips around it, and a long swallow made his throat undulate, the Adam's apple bobbing. Alex didn't tilt the cup any further because the vampire seemed to rest after this as though exhausted. Alex sat and waited patiently until once more, the lips melded to the cup and the vampire swallowed again. Alex stared at the perfect profile of his captive's face, and then he blinked and stared harder because, as the vampire took his third swallow, the scarlet of the burns on his face seemed to grow less, as though bleached out to pink. His 23

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throat seemed to grow paler, and the body against Alex's grew so warm and sensual that it scorched him. Alex bit his lip to stifle a groan of excitement, watching the eyes, waiting for them to open, watching the burns recede with every swallow the vampire took. The creature drank faster and faster, Alex tilting the cup to keep up with his steady swallows, and a sudden moan came from his throat that sent goose pimples over every inch of Alex's body. He watched the long, smooth column of the vampire's neck, barely a hint of stubble on the pale, pale skin that grew ever more porcelain and more perfect with every drink of blood. There was an inferno between their two bodies. Alex was breathless as though the vampire's weight on his chest squeezed the air from his lungs, but oh, God, he didn't want his captive to move, he wanted the heat and muscle against him forever. His swollen cock ached for satisfaction, and he pressed it none too discreetly into the vampire's back, seeking friction, while his free hand rested against his captive's hard abdomen, fingers twitching because they wanted to move lower. The cup was empty. Alex dropped it to the floor and glanced toward Jonathan, who stared open-mouthed. The vampire breathed audibly now, his head shifting against Alex's shoulder, the thick lashes fluttering wildly. "Do you want some more, vampire?" Alex asked in a whisper with his heart beating hard. The vampire's mouth worked, the tongue licked at the lips, and the voice when it came was rasping as though long 24

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disused, thick with a French accent that was so, so sensual. Alex's cock throbbed with need. "My name is Raphael Lefevre, not vampire. Address me as such." Alex was taken aback at this show of spirit, and an almost unwilling smile of admiration pulled at his lips. "Forgive me, Monsieur Lefevre," he said in a slightly mocking tone. "Would you care for more blood?" As he spoke, his mouth brushed the now-warm ear of the vampire, and he felt a shudder overtake Raphael that seemed to communicate itself to his own body. He was shocked and unsettled, and he wondered, by the stiffening of the vampire's spine, if Raphael had felt the same. "Yes, I would," came the reply, barely a whisper, "and I appreciate that this time it's warmer than the last lot you tried to feed me." Alex smiled again. This man was no pushover after all. He held his hand out to Jonathan for a second cup, and the footman hurried to give it to him, his dark eyes lit with something resembling concern at the renewed strength of the vampire. But Alex felt no threat, at least not yet. Only aching arousal and the longing to remain close to the vampire for a little while longer. He put the cup to Raphael's lips, and the vampire's hands came up to clutch it, long and slender, warm as they brushed Alex's. Alex let go and watched as Raphael eagerly downed the contents, swallowing steadily. 25

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And still the face and the throat grew paler, as did the hands, until, as Raphael lowered the empty cup, the skin was milk-white with only a red blemish in two patches, to the forehead and the cheek. And he was perfect as Alex had known he would be, as perfect as the body beneath the clothes. He had a satanic beauty about him like the very devil himself. Alex stared in wonder and desire as the cup fell to the floor, and the vampire turned his face against Alex's chest, looking back over his own shoulder. From this angle, Alex could see one open eye, and it met Alex's gaze fixedly. It was of that stunning violet blue Alex had seen on his arrival, but now it was imbued with emotion: wariness, hostility, and something else lurking in its depths— pain. Alex returned the gaze steadily, although he found himself intimidated. The vampire spoke again in that voice like honey and chocolate. "What's your name?" "Alex." "And what do you plan to do with me, Alex?" "To study you. I wish to write a paper on vampires." "I see," the vampire replied coolly. "And is it keeping me prisoner that arouses you so fiercely or just the proximity of my backside?" And he shifted his back deliberately and firmly against Alex's erection. Alex's face grew hot and he cursed the vampire inwardly. A smile curved Raphael's sensual mouth, sinking dimples deep around it, and something about it made Alex's stomach 26

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clench hard. He lowered his eyes a moment and fought to regain the control he had clearly lost. Jesus, he wanted the vampire. It was a long time since he had felt so desperate. "I hope you're not intending to use me as some sort of sex slave, Alex," Raphael went on. "Because I have to warn you, I bite." And he grinned at his own joke, showing perfectly white teeth with two lengthened, pointed canines. Alex glared at the vampire. He needed to leave the cage now. Raphael had made no movement, only that slow turning of his head, so with any luck the vampire was still too weak to coordinate his limbs properly. Alex moved swiftly, pushing Raphael up into a seated position so he could shift his legs and clamber quickly to his feet, but to his horror, the vampire was quicker, moving with a blur of motion that shocked Alex. A moment later, Alex was leaning back against the bars and Raphael was straddling his lap, torso pressed to his, hands clutching at his head, holding it firmly in place. Alex, with a strength born of blind fear, gripped the vampire's hips hard, tossing the man from his knee, but as Raphael fell backward, he clung to him, dragging Alex down. Raphael fell onto his back and Alex sprawled on top of him. All the breath left Alex's lungs in shock at the intimate position, one of his legs between Raphael's, a very obvious erection pressed against his hip. He saw the furious flash of violet eyes that seemed to almost glow in the dim light before the vampire rolled Alex over, pinning him down, mouth open, perfect teeth revealed as Raphael lunged for Alex's neck. 27

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A shot rang out through the heavy air, and the vampire gave a grunt as something slammed him forward into Alex with force. Raphael turned his head over his shoulder, growling like an animal possessed as Jonathan ran into the cage and put another bullet into his chest, aimed at where his dead heart now slumbered. Raphael fell limply onto Alex, gasping, and the footman helped Alex roll from beneath the vampire's dead weight. Alex scrambled up, and the two darted from the cage, throwing the door closed, Jonathan padlocking it with trembling hands. Alex stood on the opposite side and stared at the man inside. Raphael lay curled on his side in a pool of blood, his breath heavy, his skin ashen, those sapphire-like eyes fixed on Alex. "You better make sure you don't get so close to me again, Alex," he intoned, his voice deadly. "Next time, I swear I'll kill you." Alex wanted to sneer at him, to point out who was the prisoner with two bullets in him and who was the captor, but he could not. He was too shaken from being inches away from the vampire's deadly kiss. He turned and walked away without a word. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Three In the morning, Alex was still unsettled both by the threat to his life and the arousal the vampire had awakened effortlessly in him. He lay beneath the covers after Christopher had brought up his breakfast, and his hand passed over his hardness, shuddering with memory as he thought of the way the vampire lay between his legs, back crushing his erection, head on his shoulder. Then he thought of having the vampire below him, of the way those eyes met his as he felt Raphael's arousal against him, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan as he fisted his erection, working it quickly. He didn't want to do this. Becoming sexually fascinated with the vampire would lead to a mistake similar to yesterday's, which might cost him his life next time. Raphael might have been aroused in turn, but Alex suspected that had more to do with blood lust than any actual desire for Alex as a man. He couldn't stop his hand on his needy flesh though, couldn't stop himself thrusting his hips up and imagining he had the vampire pinned below him at his mercy. Oh, but he would love to do that. If the vampire weren't so dangerous, Alex would love to show Raphael just who was in charge, and what better way to do it? Jonathan and I could have done it to him while he lay naked in the bathroom, he thought darkly. We were far too considerate of him. I could have taken and abused that body any way I wanted to, why didn't I? 29

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He came in long spurts over his stomach as he thought of himself and Jonathan using Raphael between them, and as he settled back gasping in the afterglow, he started to feel slightly ashamed because what he was fantasizing about was rape, and he didn't need to stoop quite that low yet. After bathing, he gave orders to Jonathan to take bandages and fresh clothes down to Raphael and to give the vampire a mop and bucket to clean the inside of his cage. He also instructed his servant to get two cupfuls of blood from the ice-house but to leave these on the workbench in the laboratory, because he, of course, wanted to give the blood to Raphael. It would be nice to see the vampire beg. He smiled a little at Jonathan, grateful for how the servant had intervened yesterday. He would show him later just how grateful he was. Jonathan flushed as he always did when Alex showed the slightest bit of affection, and went out of the room carrying the clothes. A curtain was drawn over the one small, high window in the laboratory to block out the early morning sun when Alex descended, which was thoughtful of Jonathan in the extreme. Raphael lay on the far side of the cage against the bars, wearing fresh clothes, the floor of the cage clean, his skin very pale, with the two patches of burned skin remaining. Through the material of his frock coat could be made out heavy padding around the shoulder and chest. Alex was intrigued as to how long the bullet wounds would take to heal because, to be sure, it was of vital importance to his studies. He had already documented in his diary how the two cupfuls of blood had healed nearly all of the sunlight-inflicted burns. 30

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He picked up a cup of blood and approached the cage. "Are you awake?" he asked Raphael coldly. The vampire's eyes opened and fixed on his. They seemed to read his very soul, as though Raphael knew all about Alex pleasuring himself that morning while thinking of him. Raphael did not speak, only regarded Alex in silence, eyes stony and almost devoid of emotion. How he hates me, Alex thought, feeling it emanating from Raphael in waves. The idea probably made Alex desire the vampire even more. "Do you want this?" He gestured with the cup. Raphael nodded curtly. Alex lifted an eyebrow. "What do you say?" he asked mockingly. "Go to the devil," Raphael spat, bringing himself up slowly and tortuously into a seated position, a hand clutching his shoulder, his eyes flashing. "I should have snapped your pretty little neck last night when I had the chance." Alex's mouth tightened, and he tried not to think about Raphael's use of the word pretty. "So you don't want it?" He stepped away from the cage. Raphael ground his teeth and slammed his fist against the floor of the cage. "Give it to me now. A dead vampire is no use to you, is it?" Alex regarded him. To be sure, his anger was rather erotic. It brought back memories of tussling on the ground with that strong body. At the moment, it seemed every little thing about the vampire aroused Alex. He needed to get a grip on himself soon, before Raphael did. 31

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Alex stepped forward, reached between the bars, and set the cup down, pushing it forward a little, watching the vampire carefully in case Raphael leapt at him and bit him on the wrist. Raphael was sedate, though, as he shuffled forward, picking the cup up almost delicately in his two hands and then sitting cross-legged in front of the bars to drink. Alex watched the long, pale column of Raphael's throat as the vampire swallowed. Then he turned away because it was giving him an erection. Behind him, Jonathan loitered. Alex ignored his servant and went to his workbench, drawing out his diary and dipping his fountain pen in ink. Jonathan approached behind him, and Alex sensed his servant looking over his shoulder a moment before a mouth brushed his ear. "I want you, master." Alex's back stiffened a little, but this was a usual request from his footman, never afraid to show initiative. He glanced toward the cage and saw Raphael put the cup down and lay himself back down, curled on his side. "Go upstairs and wait in my bed for me," he told Jonathan quietly. Jonathan leaned forward so Alex felt the erection against his back. "I want you now. I can't wait." Alex was distracted from his writing. Once more he looked over at Raphael and saw the vampire's eyes were closed, arms wrapped around himself, something arrestingly vulnerable about the position. Unsettled, he stood up quietly and pushed Jonathan forward, directing him to the back of the laboratory where it was darkest. 32

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Even before Alex got to the workbench, Jonathan had his breeches open, pulling them down and yanking his shirt up, bending over to reveal his plump, peach-like backside, his hands gripping the desk, nearly trembling in anticipation. Alex quickly unfastened himself, sucked on two fingers, and worked them both into Jonathan, hissing at him to be silent when he groaned. He glanced toward the sleeping vampire again, excitement heating his blood at the thought of being witnessed this way as he spat in his hand and slicked his cock with the saliva. Jonathan always made a certain noise when he was penetrated. A sound of deep satisfaction and pleasure as he was filled to the hilt, and today was no exception, only he tried to smother it with his hand, failing for the most part. Alex, buried within him and holding ripe buttocks in his hands, started to ride him steadily and firmly. Alex and Jonathan were comfortable partners, and his servant always knew how to please him. When Alex was with a stranger at his club, often he longed for the familiarity of Jonathan's body. He smoothed a hand up his servant's back and watched Jonathan's spine arch. Alex leaned forward over him to kiss his shoulder because, just as Jonathan knew what he liked, Alex knew what Jonathan liked—shows of affection. Alex was a cold, clinical man, but he was also calculating. He liked to throw Jonathan scraps from time to time to be assured of his continuing loyalty. The tightness around him got him off just fine. Alex's breathing became uneven, and Jonathan pushed back onto 33

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him, barely smothering those groans with his hand, while his other worked his own cock needily. Alex looked once more to the cage, and his heart nearly leaped from his chest. Raphael still lay facing them, but now he watched intently, his breeches unfastened, while his hand moved up the long, thick cock grasped in his palm. Jonathan gasped as though he noticed too, removing the hand from his mouth. "Oh, God, master..." he groaned loudly. "Oh, my God, he's so..." "Shut up," Alex ordered, slapping him hard on the buttock, which merely made Jonathan writhe. "I can't," Jonathan moaned again. "By all that is holy, I want him! Let him come over here and do his worst to me!" Alex growled in displeasure and gripped him by the hair, pulling his head back. "His worst will result in your death," he hissed. "He is nosferatu!" "I don't care," Jonathan retorted, bucking wildly into his own hand with gasps. "I want him inside me. He's so beautiful, he's like Lucifer himself!" Alex caught his breath. The idea of watching Jonathan and Raphael together was almost too erotic to contemplate. He looked at the vampire again, hand moving swiftly on his own cock. Alex kept his eyes there as he started to thrust mercilessly into Jonathan, who let loose with cries and shrieks to God for more. Alex grunted as Jonathan tightened around him, howling as he spilled himself over his own hand. Alex came into Jonathan's warmth, panting in delight, riding out his orgasm 34

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for long seconds before he slumped forward a moment, letting his face rest against Jonathan's sweaty back. "Master," came Jonathan's sly whisper, "still he pleasures himself. He is in need of release. Let me." Alex turned his head to look at that thick cock still clenched in the vampire's hand. He drew free from Jonathan and tucked himself away, still hard. His climax thrummed through his veins, but he realized he was barely sated, arousal consuming his entire body even more strongly than before. He bit his lip as he stared at the vampire because oh, God, he was going to do something really stupid and he had no control over it. "Go upstairs," he told Jonathan in a low voice. "What? Why?" Jonathan questioned. "What are you going to do? Oh, let me watch, please!" "I said, go upstairs." Jonathan pouted. He fastened his breeches and cast a lingering look at the vampire before he ascended the stairs and closed the door. Alex's eyes fixed on Raphael. Slowly he moved across the room with his heart beating so hard it hurt. The vampire climbed to his feet and crossed silently to the bars. Alex approached so close that Raphael could have reached out and grabbed him through them, and then, with desire turning his blood to molten lava, his mouth wet with saliva, Alex fell onto his knees, thrust his hands through the bars, and gripped Raphael by the hips, dragging him flush against the cold steel. Alex opened up his mouth and swallowed the vampire down. 35

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Raphael made a low sound in the back of his throat. The vampire's cock was hot and heavy in Alex's mouth, fluid leaking from the tip, so Alex lashed the slit with his tongue, tasting every last drop. His hands shoved the breeches down so he could massage the muscular globes of the vampire's backside and imagine his cock buried between the hard cheeks. Raphael's hand gripped Alex's hair, but his touch was light, his fingers caressing the short strands, moving over the back of Alex's neck, the warm touch burning his skin. Raphael bucked his hips a little and Alex grabbed at them, holding them hard so he was in charge of the rhythm and Raphael couldn't choke him. He felt Raphael's body sag, abandoning himself, letting Alex do the work, and one of his pale hands gripped the bars as though to hold himself up. Alex liked to think Raphael was as desperate as he was. He pulsed with need beneath his breeches and wished blindly that the bars didn't separate them, longing to open the door and drag the vampire free. He sucked Raphael swiftly, his mouth making wet, eager sounds, unable to get enough of the feel of the vampire's cock in his mouth. He let go of the vampire's hips cautiously now because he needed his hands for other duties. One probed between Raphael's buttocks, a finger stroking the tight entrance while Alex's other hand rubbed his own hard shaft frantically through his breeches. Raphael's buttocks tensed as Alex touched him, but soon he spread his legs with a groan so Alex could push a finger 36

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into him, spearing him hard. The vampire caught his breath and bucked into Alex's mouth. Alex drew his mouth back. He ran his tongue down to the base of Raphael's shaft and started to suck at the vampire's balls, the masculine scent of his captive driving him insane with desire. "Let me see," the vampire panted out suddenly, and Alex lifted his head to regard him, to see Raphael looking down at Alex's straining crotch. Alex wrenched his breeches open with no further invitation needed and drew himself free, grasping his rock-hard shaft and working it quickly. Raphael's pupils were so huge his eyes were almost overwhelmed with black. He took hold of himself and guided his cock back into Alex's mouth. Then, as Alex sucked him, he set up a rhythm of pushing into Alex's mouth and then back onto the finger that stroked his insides. All the while, his eyes remained fixed on Alex masturbating, and he groaned in blatant pleasure. Alex looked up at the vampire's beautiful face, his orgasm rising steadily as he imagined turning around, presenting his backside to the bars so the vampire could violate him with that huge cock. This was so, so wrong, which only made it more exciting. He was lost to desire, and right then, he would have done anything Raphael wanted, anything at all. He felt the vampire's backside clench, Raphael's cock growing ever more rigid, and Alex sucked ever more eagerly as Raphael spurted into his mouth, a hand gripping his hair hard. Alex swallowed, surprised at the unusually sweet flavor 37

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that burst over his tongue. Then he drew his head back to lick and mouth at the head of Raphael's still leaking cock as he came to his own climax. He shuddered, the semen pumping over his hand and breeches, and he slumped back and let go of the vampire, head down and exhausted. Raphael slid to the ground, too, his back to the bars, head back against them and breathing hard. There was no sound other than post-orgasmic delight for several minutes. "Why do you taste so nice?" Alex was the first to ask quietly. Raphael laughed softly, and the sound was oddly endearing. "I didn't realize I did," he said, which Alex didn't quite believe. He got up on his knees and shuffled toward the bars, where he looked down into the vampire's face, longing to touch him. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Raphael's voice was low. "Do you think I won't kill you if you please me thus?" Alex bit his lip. His hand rested on the vampire's shoulder. "It is you who tries to seduce me," he argued. Raphael shook his head weakly. "I only satisfy my own needs, that is all," he responded. Alex leaned close to the bars so his mouth was an inch from the pale neck of the vampire. He smelled the enticing scent of Raphael's skin, and to his astonishment, he felt his cock stiffen once again. For a moment, he wanted to wrench the padlock open and present himself to the vampire, to be 38

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Chapter Four Alex paced the library, groaning and pulling at his hair. What had happened? How had he ended up on his knees for the vampire? How did the captor end up the captive when Raphael was the one in the cage? He couldn't think for all the blood deserting his brain and pooling in his cock. Oh, God, what had the vampire done to him? He had never felt lust on this scale in his life before. There was a tap on the door, and Jonathan entered. Before he could speak, the eagerness patent on his face, Alex said, "Ask Christopher to procure a mattress and bed linen for Raphael. Help him carry it down." Jonathan's mouth opened a little in astonishment. "What did he do for you that you would think of his comfort this way?" Alex turned on him furiously, blood heating his cheeks. "My private affairs are my own private affairs. Know your station and do not dare question me thus!" Jonathan looked cowed because Alex usually had no need to raise his voice in such a manner, the servant obedient and unquestioning to the extreme. He bowed his head and muttered, "Forgive me," and then hurried from the room before Alex could speak again. Alex cursed and threw himself into a chair, glaring from the window out over the garden. What was he going to do? This was not the plan at all. 40

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He went to his club that night and tried to slake his lust with faceless men, but no. Every man had Raphael's face and every hard cock belonged to the vampire. Alex came away trembling and caught a hansom cab home, his hand around himself in the darkness. He tried to reason with the voice that told him he needed to get to grips with the vampire or he was going to die from desire. He tried to overrule his need, but his urges were not to be denied. He had never wanted anything more in his entire life. He was blind to his own safety. He descended the stairs almost at a rush, not taking a light with him, not lighting the lamps. He could see well enough when he got into the laboratory. The vampire lay beneath the dark covers on the mattress, one pale shoulder visible, dappled with the moonlight that streamed through the now uncovered window. Alex caught his breath at the vision. He hurried across the floor to the cage on trembling legs, his palms wet, his heart racing. Raphael's eyes opened as though he sensed who stood there. He turned onto his side to face Alex, and the covers fell to his waist, revealing his chiseled torso, the line of dark hair running down it to his groin. The dressings were gone, and two pale pink scars on shoulder and chest were the only remnants of the bullet wounds. Alex licked his lips. He put his hands up to the bars, his breeches tight, and for a moment he felt like he was the one on the inside looking out.

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Raphael drew back the covers in one slow movement to reveal himself, his knees drawn up and his cock lying semihard against his thigh. "Come to me," he said in a whisper. Alex was galvanized into action as though given permission. His hand fumbled uselessly at the padlock, shaking as it inserted the key, twisting again and again until he wanted to scream with frustration. Finally, it snapped open, and he swung open the door to the cage. His heart was in his mouth as he stepped inside because he fully expected Raphael to fly at him now and tear his throat out, having seduced him into opening the door. But the vampire did not. He only turned onto his back and lay there on the mattress, waiting, his eyes gleaming almost black in the darkness, his legs spread and his cock growing harder and harder under Alex's hot gaze. Alex put trembling hands up to his frockcoat and stripped it off, dropping it to the floor. He discarded his waistcoat and his cravat, and then he fell onto one knee by the mattress, looking down at Raphael. Raphael lay still, looking up at him, pale, beautiful body ripe and ready for the taking. Alex's mouth was wet with need, the way it had been when he'd sucked Raphael, and his cock throbbed. Very slowly, he leaned over the vampire, one hand on the bed behind Raphael's head, and he lowered his mouth, pressing a kiss to the pink scar on the pale shoulder. Alex felt his would-be lover shudder instantly, watched an oddly delicate hand grip at the sheets, and he was almost undone. He lifted his face at the same moment as Raphael stretched up, and their mouths met. 42

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It was paradise. Alex gasped aloud with shocked bliss at the electricity that crackled between them. Raphael's mouth was soft and succulent and tasted of heaven. Alex swore the vampire had reached into his chest and gripped his heart, squeezing it tight so it spat the blood out into his veins and arteries in a dizzying rush that sent him completely out of his mind. He fell onto Raphael, and the vampire gripped him hard around the back, the two rolling across the mattress, feverishly lip-locked, tongues exploring the heat of the other's mouth. Alex's hands were greedy, touching the vampire everywhere, trailing over his torso, rubbing at his tiny nipples, clasping at his firm backside and dipping into his groin to palm his cock. Raphael was as sensual as he expected, writhing beneath his touch, chest heaving, muscular body pressed so hard and so tight to Alex that he couldn't breathe. Alex moaned as Raphael pressed him to the mattress, his head falling back and his stomach lurching with both fear and excitement as the vampire's face buried into his neck. But Raphael only kissed and sucked with the briefest hint of teeth before he slid down Alex's body. Raphael wrenched Alex's shirt open and his lips dropped kisses, his tongue licking at nipples, moving steadily to Alex's groin, where he fumbled the breeches undone and took Alex's length into his mouth. He was slow and gentle about it, swallowing Alex almost whole while his hand wrapped around the base, drawing back 43

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to lap over the head with his wet, hot tongue. Beneath him, Alex groaned in pleasure, looking down through his lashes at the vampire, at the flash of sharp teeth every time Raphael drew his head back. The danger took second place to the lust. Or maybe the danger was part of the lust. The thrill of maybe losing his life during this deadly encounter. Raphael's tongue moved down the underside of Alex's shaft, beneath it, sucking at his balls one after the other, lips soft and nibbling. Meanwhile, Raphael's hands spread Alex's thighs, and a moist finger moved between his buttocks, stroking and seeking. Alex groaned as the digit sank inside him to the knuckle. He spread his legs farther, giving Raphael access, and gripped the vampire lightly by the hair. Raphael's lips pressed kisses to his inner thighs and he worked a second finger inside Alex, so Alex shifted restlessly, reluctantly aroused by this, usually never on the receiving end. Raphael lifted his head and looked at him. He slid sinuously back up Alex's body, legs between his, keeping those fingers buried, working them backward and forward as he kissed Alex again. Alex felt the heat rising from between his legs, the arousal pulsing from those fingers. When Raphael removed them, Alex almost moaned to have them back. He clutched the vampire around the back, lifting his pelvis so their cocks slid together, and for the first time in his life, he ached shamelessly to be filled. His eyes opened as the kiss broke, and the two stared at each other. The vampire smoothed a delicate hand down 44

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Alex's cheek and then slid his fingers down Alex's body to close around his cock, working it swiftly, making Alex bite his lip to stifle his groan. Raphael suddenly gripped Alex by the shoulder, rolled off him, and pushed him over onto his side, facing away from him, stripping the shirt roughly from Alex's body and yanking his breeches down. Alex's breath caught in his throat as Raphael's body curled behind his, under no illusions about where this was going. The vampire's hand slid over his hip. Raphael pulled Alex backward so he could feel the cock pressing between his cheeks. He shuddered, trembling all over with need, lifting one knee readily to expose himself as Raphael's fingers sought his entrance again and rubbed slowly over it, wetting it and opening Alex up. Alex's breath came in pants, and he willed himself to relax, greedily pushing back to accept Raphael's fingers. But what came now was the vampire's erection. Raphael pushed steadily into him, gripping that hip to hold Alex in place, opening him and stretching him so Alex gasped and almost cried aloud, impaled by Raphael and filled so full he couldn't breathe or move. The vampire went still behind him. His hand moved into Alex's groin and took a firm hold of his cock. Lips sought his neck, planting tender kisses. Alex let out his breath in a ragged groan. His head turned, lips seeking. Raphael provided a kiss, sighing softly in deep pleasure against Alex's mouth, starting to move within him gently, slowly as he kissed him. 45

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The twin sensations of being filled and being stroked were so powerful Alex thought he would explode. It felt like Raphael's hands and mouth were all over him, possessing his entire body. His skin was on fire with the vampire pressed against him, his backside spasming with need. He writhed against Raphael, gripping the hand that held him and forcing it to move faster on his cock, and he moaned shamelessly, demanding kiss after kiss from his lover, which Raphael provided readily, mouth scorching hot. Alex felt the orgasm rise, the powerful hand working it easily from him, the cock driving into him with force now, sending a white-hot sensation of ecstasy through him with every entry, so he thought he would scream aloud with it. His head fell back against Raphael's shoulder, and he felt the vampire's lips. He felt the skin being sucked and bruised and the sharp prick of teeth resting there, and he arched back into it because nothing mattered anymore. He was going to come with tidal-wave force, and he belonged to the vampire, body, mind and soul. Alex started to tremble and his cock pulsed. His backside tightened hard on Raphael's cock, and he cried out as he came in a torrent over the vampire's swiftly milking hand. The orgasm went on and on, his limbs shuddering uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut, and he heard a groan into his neck and felt Raphael fill his backside a moment before his skin stretched and broke and Raphael's teeth were buried to the hilt in Alex's neck. Alex tried to shout but could not. His body was still trembling; he was still coming, and so was the vampire. The 46

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bite on the neck merely prolonged his ecstasy. He shivered and shook and reached behind him to grip Raphael's thigh hard, moaning as his lover continued to move into him, continued to strike that sensitive spot over and over until Alex thought he would go insane. He felt the vampire swallowing, the blood flowing from Alex and down his lover's throat, and he came again, pushing himself back hard onto Raphael with the last remains of his strength, milking every last wave from his exhausted body until slowly, his passion was sated and his blood was drained and losing consciousness, he fell back into Raphael's arms. [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Five Alex came back to consciousness slowly, blinking in the gloom, his head aching and his mouth dry. He lay on his side on the mattress, the covers pulled up to his chest, naked beneath them. He stared at the bars stupidly for some time before he realized he was on the wrong side of them. On the other side stood Raphael, fully dressed in those clothes that fitted his muscular form like a second skin. The vampire had his arms folded across his broad chest and a horrible smirk on his face. "I'm sure you'd agree the bed's comfortable, at least, Alex," he said with a leer. Alex's mouth worked for long seconds before he could speak. "You... seduced me," he said somewhat obviously. "It was all an act. You didn't even desire me." There was a glimmer of some emotion in Raphael's sapphire eyes before he turned away quickly, pacing the laboratory. "Come now," he said in a businesslike tone, "all's fair in love and war. I did what I had to do to escape. I'm sure you can understand, being a man as cold as you are." Alex swallowed the bitter knot of hurt the words left in his throat. "Just how long do you imagine you can keep me here?" he asked roughly. "I have friends and I have loyal servants, and I swear on my life I will be avenged. They will cut your pretty head from your body and then burn you!"

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Raphael cackled in high amusement. "Like Jonathan, you mean?" he questioned, gesturing behind him. "Who is now in my thrall." As Alex watched in disbelief, Jonathan came forward and stood in front of Raphael, facing the bars. His head fell back onto the vampire's shoulder as Raphael wrapped an arm around him. Alex saw there two pinprick wounds, swollen and red around the edges. Raphael bent his head and as he bared his fangs, a smile around his sensual mouth, his eyes met Alex's. Then he swooped. He sank those teeth into Jonathan's neck to a groan of unmistakable pleasure and arousal from the servant, and as Raphael did, Alex felt his own neck prick and burn. He put a hand up and felt, to his horror, the wounds there from the vampire. He held his neck as he watched Raphael drink the blood from his servant. Alex's stomach burned oddly. He remembered the vampire drinking from him, and he stared at the crimson on Raphael's lips. Suddenly, a long shudder went through him. His mouth became so wet that he had to wipe the saliva from it with the back of his hand. He stiffened as he saw Jonathan's long hands reach behind him to cling hard to the vampire, while Raphael slyly dipped a hand to the servant's groin, rubbing as his pale throat undulated with each swallow of blood he took. Raphael's lashes quivered on his cheeks and then slowly opened as he drew back from his prey. Jonathan, barely conscious, slid to 49

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the floor, and the vampire faced Alex in all his horror, mouth stained crimson, his eyes blazing red. He smiled that horrible, enticing smile and stepped to the bars, one hand coming up to hold them, a long pink tongue coming out to lick his lips. "He doesn't taste as good as you," he remarked, his voice soft and seductive. "But rarely have I tasted nectar like yours before, Alex." And then Alex realized the devastating truth as the blood on Raphael's mouth made him weak with need. "Have you... killed me?" he asked in a horrified whisper. "Mais oui," Raphael replied nonchalantly as though Alex had remarked on the weather. "I'm a vampire. It's what vampires do. Are you so special that I should have spared your life?" Alex leapt from the bed, clutching the sheets around his modesty. "You are the devil!" he cried. "You are damned and you will burn in hell." "And I will take you with me, my love," Raphael said, his voice a sensual purr. He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door of the cage. Alex shrank back as the vampire entered, despising himself for his fear. Before he could put up a fight, Raphael gripped him by both wrists, spun him around, and pushed him face first against the bars. The sheets fell to the ground and the vampire pushed his groin against Alex's bare backside.

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"Now, this is what I dreamed of while I was locked in here," he whispered malevolently into Alex's ear. "Taking you against these bars." Alex tried to struggle as Raphael took one hand away, but the vampire merely held both wrists there with superior strength. With his free hand, he took hold of Alex's balls and squeezed them to the point of pain. Alex gasped, but moving back from the hand merely ground his backside into Raphael's erection, so the vampire growled in pleasure and laughed in delight. "Oh, you want me," he whispered, fingers sliding up Alex's shaft. "Look how hard you are for me." Alex let out a whimper of frustration and continued to struggle fruitlessly. The vampire bit lightly at his ear, then sucked at his neck, allowing sharp teeth to graze the skin. Then he brought his hand up to Alex's mouth and forced two fingers into it. "Suck," he commanded, "unless you want me dry." Alex almost moaned, the words making his blood boil with need. He sucked the fingers eagerly down, his mouth wet enough to coat them thoroughly, his tongue flicking around them as though they were Raphael's cock. The vampire evidently appreciated this. He nipped at Alex's ear again, withdrew the fingers, and reached down, pushing them into Alex's body. Alex cried out, his backside clenching around the fingers, drawing them in greedily. Raphael kicked Alex's feet farther apart so his legs were spread lewdly, and then he fingered Alex long and deep, rubbing against his prostate over and over. 51

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"God in heaven..." Alex moaned, his struggles weakening, rocking himself on the fingers against his will. "He cannot help you now," Raphael responded, thrusting himself against Alex's buttocks. "You belong to me." To demonstrate this fact, he let go of Alex's wrists so he could unfasten his breeches. Alex did not try to escape but merely clung to the bars, head back and moaning loudly as Raphael's fingers continued to plunder him. Raphael laughed softly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered silkily in Alex's ear. "Yes... yes..." Alex panted shamelessly, all resistance lost. He moved a hand off the bars to grip his own cock, pulling desperately. "Say it," Raphael demanded, pulling his cock free and spitting on his hand. "Fuck me," Alex groaned. "Please..." Raphael growled like an animal. His sharp teeth nicked Alex's neck, and he licked at the thin line of blood as his lover gasped. "For sure, no one has ever pleased me the way you do," he told Alex. "Mon Dieu, how I want you." He withdrew his fingers to a groan from Alex and rested his cock there between Alex's cheeks, rubbing backward and forward. "Oh please, please..." Alex gasped, pushing himself back, trying his best to impale himself, his hand frantic on his own cock. Raphael gripped Alex's hips hard in both hands and thrust into him, sliding slickly all the way inside in one smooth movement. 52

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Alex threw his head back with a cry, close to orgasm and bucking into his own hand helplessly. "Oh God, oh God..." He panted in ecstasy as the vampire rode him for all he was worth, pounding him into the bars forcefully with one hard stroke after another. He felt Raphael's face against his neck. The sharp teeth grazed and pressed before his skin was breeched, and his own blood was hot against his neck, no doubt flooding the vampire's greedy mouth. This merely heightened Alex's arousal. He leaned back helplessly on Raphael's shoulder, his legs weak and trembling as the vampire swallowed. And something else besides arousal overtook him—something he would later recognize as blood lust. He salivated and his stomach ached and he swore he could smell his own blood as it disappeared down Raphael's throat. He needed blood, and suddenly he was possessed. He twisted his head, snapping his jaws ineffectively at Raphael and the vampire laughed unpleasantly and pushed Alex's face into the bars, his mouth breaking free from the wound. "You shall have me soon, mon cher," Raphael told him. "Be patient." Alex clutched at the bars desperately as he felt the hot fluid track down his neck and his cock leak over his hand. Raphael stepped up his pace now he had finished drinking, grunting with every thrust and cursing in French beneath his breath. Alex danced along the line of orgasm as Raphael hit his prostate with almost every stroke, but the vampire beat him to it. He came into Alex with a groan, thrusting jerkily, lips 53

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sucking half-heartedly at the blood still oozing from his lover's neck. Alex pushed himself back onto his partner's still rigid cock and looked angrily over his shoulder. "Finish me, you bastard," he growled. Raphael's satanic face broke into a grin of something resembling admiration at this order, and for a moment something passed between them, some thawing of the ice for the first time, some feeling that could not be denied. But Alex didn't have time to think about it as the vampire drew free and fell to his knees. He spread Alex open with his hands and set to work with a wicked tongue. Alex drew in his breath in shock. He often got this at his gentleman's club, but no one had ever been quite so skilled as the Frenchman in this area before. Each wet swipe of tongue against Alex's sensitive entrance made him shudder hard and curse foully until Raphael finally dug the tip of his tongue into Alex as far as he could, and Alex exploded. His come shot fully six feet across the laboratory, and his cry rattled the windows. Even as he was still coming, a wrist was shoved into his mouth, and without thinking, he felt his canine teeth lengthen and extend, and he bit down hard on the flesh. The sensation of the scalding fountain of blood spurting into his mouth was like a thousand orgasms in one. Alex swallowed, and the rich nectar burned his esophagus all the way down to his stomach, where it settled, heavy and satisfying. He closed his lips and sucked at Raphael's wrist eagerly, and that blood slid down effortlessly again and again. 54

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He felt the vampire's cock push inside him again, thrusting swiftly, and he came again so hard that he fell against the bars, his mouth losing contact with Raphael's wrist. As he passed out, the vampire caught him in his arms. "I have you, mon amour," he heard Raphael say. "I have you." [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter Six For a moment when Alex awoke in his darkened bedroom, curled up and cozy in his own vast bed, he thought it had all been a bad dream. But then he stretched, and his limbs came into contact with hard muscle and he opened his eyes. The French vampire lay beside him, one arm draped over Alex's hip, watching him with amusement, making his beautiful sapphire eyes dance. Alex remembered every moment of the night before, and he burned with humiliation at the way he had begged Raphael for it. But at the same time, he felt energized, reborn, his body different than it had ever been, pulsing with electricity and arousal. He stared hard at the vampire. "Nobody ever fucked me until I passed out before," he told Raphael. Raphael smirked. "It's all right," he said airily. "I carried on fucking you until I came again. Even unconscious, your backside was still so wet and tight." Alex stared at him in outrage. "Necrophiliac," he accused in disgust. Raphael remained nonchalant. "We're both necrophiliacs, in case you didn't realize." Alex bit his lip. He was nosferatu now, shunned by society, condemned to live in the dark, stalking his prey. The enormity of this made him want to weep in fear. Raphael's hand smoothed over his thigh. "Have you ever been to Paris, Alex?" he asked quietly. 56

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Alex shook his head in preoccupation. "Would you like me to take you there?" Alex's eyes snapped to his. "What?" he demanded. "You make me into a monster and then you offer to take me on holiday?" Raphael clicked his tongue and looked offended. "Alex, you were a monster before I met you. My killing you might be the best thing that has ever happened to you. Your chance at redemption." Alex let out his breath in a contemptuous snort. He threw back the covers and put his legs over the edge of the bed. Raphael caught his shoulder in an iron grip. "You are the cruelest, coldest, most worthless man I have ever met," the vampire told him fiercely. "And yet still I want you." Alex turned his head to look at him with his mouth open. Tears started to prick his eyes at Raphael's words, much to his horror. "How... dare you?" he stammered. "I dare." The vampire's voice was low. "Ask me how many times I have asked someone to be mine in all the centuries I've been a vampire." Alex's brow furrowed. "How many?" His voice trembled. "Never," Raphael told him. He shifted forward, kneeling in front of Alex. His hand smoothed tenderly over Alex's cheek. "But now I ask you." Alex pushed his hand away roughly and climbed from the bed. He crossed the room and pulled on a silk robe. "You tell me I'm worthless and then say you want to be with me," he said angrily. "What trickery is this?" 57

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Raphael lay back against the pillows. The covers fell below his hips, exposing the dark thatch of hair and his thick, halfhard cock. Alex tried not to look. "No trickery," the vampire said softly. "I can't help myself." There was a sudden lump in Alex's throat. "You want to be with me?" "I do," Raphael responded solemnly, as though he were making vows at the altar. Alex approached the foot of the bed. He crawled slowly onto it until his knees were astride the vampire's hips. "And being with you will make me a better man, will it?" he asked, half-mockingly. "Yes," Raphael affirmed in all seriousness. "Love will make us both better men." Alex snorted at the vampire's Gallic attempt at romance. "Love will finish me off if you make me come so hard every time," he declared. Raphael's sharp-toothed smile lit up his face. "For sure, poor Jonathan will be scrubbing your juices from the floor for days," he remarked. Alex smiled and braced his hands on the vampire's shoulders. "Maybe we should also give him some sheets to scrub," he suggested. "Does that mean your answer is yes, or do you merely want a farewell roll in the hay before I take my leave?" Raphael questioned, arching an eyebrow. Alex regarded him. He shrugged. "Why not? I hear they're erecting a tower in Paris which is almost as big as your manhood." 58

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"Not quite," Raphael responded airily. Alex laughed. Then he sobered rapidly. "I will never walk in the sun again, will I?" "No," Raphael replied, "but you're English; how often do you feel the sun on your pasty face anyway?" "That's true," Alex admitted grudgingly. "And I always hated getting up early." Raphael nodded. "Now you can sleep all day." His hands moved down the curves of Alex's body, one brushing against the stiffening bulge at the front of the robe. He leaned into Alex's neck, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And make love all night." Alex groaned. He brought his hips down so the vampire's cock brushed against his backside. "We should take Jonathan with us," he murmured. Raphael's hands slid beneath the robe and onto his bare backside, caressing the cheeks. "Bad boy," he whispered. "You wish to have the both of us satisfying you at once?" "Of course not," Alex replied innocently. "I merely wondered who would keep house for us while you have me locked in the bedroom." Raphael smirked. He took Alex's face into his hands. "I need to let you in on a secret, Alex," he said. "You drank from me, which makes you blood of my blood. You don't really have a choice about being with me. We are now..." He hesitated. "Soul mates." Alex glared at him, hiding his discomfort at the word. "So you did it on purpose?" Raphael shrugged. "I hardly forced you to drink from me." 59

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"No, you merely waited until you had fucked me into submission and I would have done anything." Alex tried to climb from the vampire's lap, but Raphael held him back with strong hands. "Don't be displeased with me, mon cher," he said, his voice like treacle and honey. "I saw something in you worth saving." Alex turned his face to the vampire's and looked into the violet blue eyes. The feelings he saw there made his dead heart clench. Could this be possible? Could this actually be redemption, just like Raphael suggested? He hardly dared hope. He found Raphael's hand with his own and interlaced his fingers with it gently. "Very well," he said quietly, because he had never known love before and hadn't expected he ever would. "I'm yours." Raphael smiled. He moved from beneath Alex and tumbled him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. "You won't regret it," he said and leaned down to kiss Alex. Alex returned the kiss, feeling their two erections pressed together, and he sighed inwardly in relief and happiness that despite the unconventional way, someone, finally, had come to save him. To make him that better man. ****

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