Habit of A Lifetime Ch. 02. Sex with pretty boy groupie doesn't go to plan.
CHAPTER TWO - A BREATH OF SNOW; A TASTE OF BLOOD.
DANNY
The suite was large and spacious with two double beds - 'groupie built', as Wylde laughingly put it - and an enormous, azure and gold tiled en-suite facility. Rayne fumbled the lights on and behind him Danny adjusted them so that they did not glare as Whipsnade's singer lurched unsteadily into the bathroom and stared aghast at the reflection of his pale, exhausted, still impossibly pretty face in the mirror there. He heard the click of the door and leaned out, apparently half expecting Danny to have deserted him here, but the younger man was still standing just inside the bedroom door.
"I put the 'Do not Disturb' sign out," he explained now, half-embarrassed. "I didn't think you'd want to be... Disturbed, I mean!"
Rayne smiled weakly and unfeelingly. Back in the bathroom he stripped out of his gig clothes and left them lying on the floor. The twist of coke that Daniel had pressed into his palm as they necked in the car was resting invitingly on the glass shelf over the basin where he had left it when he came in. Now he unfastened it lovingly and cut a pair of fat, tempting lines on the shelf before him with the razor blade he kept for that purpose in the square-cut, silver locket around his neck.
Seemingly conscious of Danny's ice-blue eyes on the back of his head, he turned to acknowledge his companion's presence. Danny smiled back at him, swallowing his nerves. No matter how many times he played a trick like this, it always set off the butterflies in his stomach. Rayne Wylde was gorgeous, and they were definitely going to have sex. He could feel it in his groin, where he was getting uncomfortably hard again.
"Want some?" Wylde invited guardedly, gesturing towards the Coke.
Danny smiled like a tolerant parent and shook his head once. He had his instructions. Under no circumstances was he to get stoned. That was in the rules and no matter how he itched to break them just this once, he held back.
"You have it. I had some earlier."
"Cheers!" The singer grinned at him indulgently.
There was a small, paper napkin on the shelf next to the glass with the complimentary toothbrushes and Wylde rolled it deftly into a tubular shape and snorted up both lines quickly before Danny could change his mind. Dropping the napkin, he sniffed appreciatively and licked the tip of his finger, dabbing up the residue and swallowing it.
"D'you fancy a shower?" he asked now, with a lascivious smile.
RAYNE
Danny did not show surprise when Rayne joined him in the vast, aquamarine and gold tiled shower cubicle. He did not resist the older man's attempts to soap him up and his skin was like wet silk under the singer's hands - even softer than the steady stream of hot water. The coke had put Whipsnade's vocalist in an almost jovial mood. He was feeling relaxed and curiously playful now, kissing Dan's neck and shoulders as they washed one another down vigorously. The blond boy was lean and pretty without his clothes on and Rayne stroked his semi-hard cock and shaved balls steadily for a while as they exchanged tongues beneath the flood of water and billowing steam. Danny did not protest when he finally eased him up against the mosaic tiled wall, sliding soap-slippery fingers between his firm, white buttocks and into the tightness of his rectum. He pulsed slowly until he felt Danny grow accustomed to the sensation of being penetrated. The boy had not said that he was virgin but nor had he claimed otherwise. He looked very young though.
Not that it bothered Rayne too much. If Danny was not protesting then he certainly did not want to argue about it. The combination of physical contact and cocaine, coupled with the sensual buzz of the hot water on his back and shoulders was getting him rock hard. He kissed Daniel's slender neck hungrily and rubbed his own stiffening sex more urgently between the boy's naked thighs.
"Ahhh… you are so fuckin' beautiful," he panted as his lips left Danny's throat and he turned the lad around to face the cubicle wall. Almost reluctantly he withdrew his thrusting fingers from the boy's snug hole and spread Daniel's cheeks, easing his throbbing cock-head into the well-teased passage they vacated. Dan was still tight, even after the vigorous foreplay. A little moan escaped the boy's throat as Rayne bucked deeper into his body, but he made no effort to fight the act of penetration. The singer sighed with pleasure at the feel of that firm ring of muscle closing around his pulsing dick and fucked him hard, without another word or any further attempt at seduction.
Danny closed his eyes, one cheek pressed against the tiles, crying out very softly at each urgent thrust. The groping fingers of his left hand found and gripped the pipes for support, although the other slipped lower, seeking Rayne's own and showing the singer how and where he wanted to be touched. Rayne grinned at his enthusiasm. Danny was fully erect now and Rayne masturbated him willingly as his own cock ploughed the depths of the kid's warm, welcoming arsehole. He had been horny for this moment all night and it was 'so' worth the wait.
He fucked Danny rapidly against the wall until exhaustion won out. As he released his hold on the boy and withdrew, Daniel whimpered softly. Rayne turned off the shower and they tumbled out of the cubicle and onto the bathroom floor. Dan rolled onto his back and the singer scrambled between his wide-spread thighs sniffing up the last residue of the coke and kissing him lightly on the cheeks and neck. Determined hands pushed the boy's slim legs further apart and urged his knees back towards his chest. Feeling dizzy with pleasure, Rayne pushed his way quickly back inside the kid, bucking uncontrollably between his thighs. His head was spinning and his nose felt as though it was melting from the inside but all of this was nothing compared to the fire in his rigid cock and throbbing balls.
For nearly an hour they fucked with total abandon, scrambling from the bathroom to the bedroom where Danny kissed and sucked his nipples and cock on the huge bed whilst Rayne's mouth and fingers took him to new heights of ecstasy. He felt the singer's skilful tongue in every viable orifice of his body during that period. There was nothing they were afraid to try. After almost ninety minutes of non-stop sex, Danny's mouth brought Rayne to a coke-delayed climax. It was always harder for him to cum on cocaine, but the satisfying explosion was ultimately worth it.
Dan had already spurted twice, once in his mouth on the bed as Rayne fisted him with spit for lubricant, and once against his belly as they screwed violently on the bathroom floor. His spunk was ever so slightly sweet and milky-tasting. Rayne closed his eyes for a moment to still the spinning in his head that threatened to unbalance him. He sprawled on the rumpled duvet, feeling short of breath and deeply disorientated.
DANNY
They were sweat-soaked again by the time they sank, utterly enervated, into each-others' arms on one of the vast beds. Wearily, Danny traced patterns with his fingers down the other man's naked, slick, wet back as Rayne crawled between his thighs and nuzzled his earlobe wearily. His young lover turned his head, touching his lips to Rayne's mouth, letting his tongue flicker between Rayne's parted lips and tasting blood and the sweet and sour flavours of sweat and semen.
He was beginning to feel uneasy. Whatever the Boss had planned for tonight, so far he had seen no sign of it. If this was about blackmail then presumably there were hidden cameras in place. Their frantic lovemaking would be caught on film for whatever nefarious purposes Mister Zelarin had in mind. He supposed that a major rock star caught fucking an underage boy whilst out of his head on cocaine was a decent money-spinner for the press as well but he still felt guilty about it. Wylde was an incredible lover and fucking gorgeous to boot. Danny had not allowed himself to get this horny turning a trick for a very long time.
"Are you okay?" he panted softly at last.
The older man nuzzled his neck quickly and breathed his words so that Daniel felt them along the line of his collar bone. He shuddered pleasurably.
"Just a bit fucked. I think I'll live."
"I hope so. I'm not through with you yet," Danny teased. He kissed a slow route down the singer's naked belly to his navel and his semi-flaccid prick. It stiffened automatically as his lips brushed it and then his tongue. He had a lovely uncircumcised cock; Danny reckoned it must be about eight inches, hard, which was not bad for a man of Rayne's less than average height and slight build. His crotch was shaved and the rest of his naked body was lean and hairless; curiously boyish. Danny began to lick his heavy testicles through the gossamer fine skin of his scrotal sac. Ever so softly, Rayne exhaled a little moan. He sniffed again, less forcefully.
"Do you wax?" Danny asked him between swipes of his tongue. "You're so fucking smooth. It feels so good."
"'That' feels good," Rayne told him in his lazy Estuarine drawl, without answering the question. "Keep doin' that, sweetheart."
He spread his thighs wider and lifted his knees so that Danny could explore him more thoroughly. Willingly, Daniel's tongue probed him, caressing its way back between his legs and licking the length of his exposed crack slowly and seductively. Wylde uttered another breathless sigh and squirmed on the bed as Danny teased the pucker of his anus with the tip of that skilful tongue, then with a spit-lubed finger. As the singer's snug orifice yielded, he replaced the finger with his tongue again, reaming Wylde steadily until the older man was panting uncontrollably, reaching down between his legs to snag his fingers in Danny's fine, damp, blond hair.
He was completely hard again when Daniel finally came up for air. The pupils of his unblinking, ice-green eyes were huge and dark. A tiny trickle of blood ran from the corner of one nostril. Danny put it down to the cocaine. He bent his head over the singer's crotch and wrapped his lips around the head of that magnificent cock swallowing it gradually, without gagging, until all eight inches were deep in his mouth and throat. He began to nod his head with exquisite slowness, running his lips and tongue up and down that fabulous shaft, tasting the mingled flavours of spunk and sweat and the sharp, muskiness of his own anus. Wylde groaned again, urging his slim hips up off the bed and thrusting vigorously into Daniel's mouth. At the same time, Danny eased a finger back into his lover's arsehole, frigging the soft wetness within.
"Oh… oh Christ!" Wylde panted eagerly, shaking his head from side to side as the youngster fingered and fellated him.
Before he could become much more aroused, Daniel stopped what he was doing and knelt back. Wide, helpless eyes implored him to go on but Danny just smiled knowingly back down on the singer.
"You and I... we've so much in common. More than you could ever know," he whispered seductively, moving to straddle Wylde on the bed. "I was watching you tonight and I thought; 'There's a guy who really knows how to get off. And how to get others off too.' We could be so good for one another."
He rubbed his sex against the singer's flat, smooth belly, loving the feel of warm skin against his balls and his swelling erection.
Sinking down into the pillows again, Rayne laughed huskily. "Ahhh.. don't spoil it, Danny," he chuckled weakly. "If you knew how many times I've heard that fuckin' chestnut – 'I love your songs, Rayne. We're kindred spirits, Rayne. We're so alike, Rayne!' It's all a load of bullshit. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. That's the way I like it!"
A small gasp escaped him, like a hiss of pain, as Danny's fingers closed around his cock, guiding the spunk and saliva-wet head back between his legs. His long-boned hands moved to Daniel's slender thighs and hips, caressing encouragingly. As he did so, the youngster began to circle his hips, pressing down firmly at the bottom of each rotation until he felt the slick, hot bell-end pop suddenly back into his rectum. Danny caught his breath, then exhaled tremulously. He kept circling, urging himself lower as Wylde's hard cock slowly filled his arse. Rayne's wide, stoned gaze remained fixed on his face as the boy took him deeper and deeper, then began to ride him unhurriedly, kneeling astride him on the bed as he rose and sank on his lover's prick.
"I know one thing," he said flatly, refusing to let the singer see how that last denial had hurt his feelings. For a moment he was tempted to tell Wylde that he would be in shit city once the pictures of tonight's little shag-marathon hit the tabloids but he closed his mouth on the words before they came out. He could not say them.
Beneath him, between his naked thighs, Rayne trembled slightly as though he was trying to suppress a cough or a laugh. His acid-green eyes had closed and he made another little spluttering noise as Daniel rode him harder. Losing his temper, Danny sat forward so that Rayne almost slipped out of him completely.
"Don't laugh! It's true! You don't know what…" He broke off abruptly, eyes widening with shock as a large, powerful hand grabbed him by the throat from behind. As he was hauled bodily off the mattress the last thing he saw was Rayne Wylde's ashen face below him. The singer was not laughing, he was gasping desperately for breath, his pale skin slightly blue-tinged as he started to choke, scrabbling uselessly with trembling hands at the silver chain around his neck and shaking his head weakly. A convulsion shook his body and he uttered an awful, terrified moan, a protest without words. He was choking to death.
They both were. Danny felt his vision start to blur. Rayne's frightened features were the last thing he saw before the creature that had gripped him by the neck hurled him physically across the room and into the far wall beyond the other bed.
JABEZ
By the time the Everman reached him, the singer's icy-green eyes were screwed shut and he was making terrible gagging noises, struggling to speak but unable to get the words out. His jaw was locked in a rictus grimace of pain and terror and now the spasms that shook his fragile body were getting worse and worse. Jabez thought fast. He had been watching Rayne and the boy since they came up here together, indulging a perverse, voyeuristic pleasure as they got naked together and began to screw. It was a certainly a most enjoyable sight. For the last hour he had slipped back into a more corporeal form in order to stroke his own sex as he watched their beautiful, sweat-slick, nude bodies writhing and grinding together urgently on the bed.
The two rampantly copulating males on the huge bed were sufficiently wrapped up in their lovemaking to be unaware of him completely. He was not so far removed from reality however that he did not sense that Rayne was in trouble long before Danny realised it. His bond to his beloved, though unconsummated in this incarnation, was strong enough to warn him that Rayne's life force was ebbing at a dangerous speed. Three long strides took him from the shadows of the doorway to the bedside and he wrenched Daniel off the singer with no more concern for the boy's wellbeing than he might have shown a rat caught on his breakfast table. Dimly he was conscious of the sound of cracking bones as the youngster impacted with the wall, but it failed to divert him from the real emergency developing in front of him.
Rayne was dying. He was choking slowly to death. Jabez forced his jaws wide and probed his airway but could find no obstruction. Grimly he suspected the cocaine, which the singer had ingested before they began to couple. If that was the cause then he did not have much time. He could telephone Reception and get them to call an ambulance, but Rayne could well be dead by the time the paramedics arrived. Instead he rolled the young man onto his back and turned his head to one side, baring his beloved's soft, white neck. The singer's lack of resistance left him cold with anxiety, but Rayne was still trembling, still resisting death grimly. Jabez took a long, unnecessary breath. What he was about to do went against all his instincts. For centuries he had lived with the regret of allowing Zelarin to give him the Barbed Kiss, the curse of life eternal, but if he did nothing then he had waited all these years to no avail. His search would begin anew. He would have lost his only love once more. Jabez could not bear the thought of it. He had been lonely for too long. Tonight, he swore to himself, it would end.
Bending his fair head, he pushed back the dark, sweat-damp curls from Rayne's pale neck inhaling the lingering warmth of his body and allowing his dog teeth to slowly extend until they pricked his lower lip, drawing beads of blood. He touched his mouth to the singer's flesh, feeling the slowing of his pulse within the carotid artery that carried blood to the brain. Closing his eyes he prayed silently to Maat, though he knew that she would laugh at his folly, then bit down hard and deep.
A tiny, fragile squeak of sound escaped Rayne's lips as the Vampire's powerful jaws drove a pair of sharp, ivory points into his bared neck and forced out a flood of his own thin and watery blood, carrying an endless loop of DNA into the singer's arteries. It was a complex code, a set of signals designed to suspend the mortal permanently in this one fleeting moment of his life. If it worked, if he was not too late, the young man would wake as he was himself; ageless and undying. If he failed, then he was condemned to return to his vigil, awaiting the next incarnation, whenever and wherever that might be.
Jabez sat patiently with Rayne Wylde for what remained of the night. He had wrapped his lover's cold, still body in the duvets from both beds. Rayne seemed to have stabilised, certainly, for his colour had improved although he was no longer breathing. His skin was cool, but it grew no colder as the night wheeled about towards the dawn. To the Everman's concern he had remained unconscious since he was bitten and Jabez was unable to wake him. Heaving a long sigh, he rose from the opposite bed where he had been sitting, watching the singer for hours and went to check on the boy.
Danny was less than semi-conscious, but at least he was alive. Jabez picked him up as casually as if he was a rag doll and dumped him on the empty bed where he whimpered pathetically.
"Don't look to me for salvation," Jabez told him coolly. "You would have sat by and watched as he died beneath you. I should wring your neck right now, but he will require you when he wakes."
Danny stared up at the tall, broad-shouldered stranger with wide, uncomprehending eyes. The man looked like some kind of urban angel in a pale, pristine suit and long, ivory coloured overcoat. His long, white hair was drawn back in a braid that fell to his waist and his handsome, sun-tanned face seemed ageless. The gaze that the stranger fixed on him was the colour of sunlit amber or burnished bronze. It was a solemn, pitiless expression. Danny shivered helplessly, unable to move. He could not feel his body at all. It had become an alien, unreachable thing, refusing to respond to the signals his brain sent it, signals telling it to get to its feet and run like hell.
After a little while, Jabez sat down again on the end of the bed observing Rayne Wylde in contemplative silence. Not for the first time, he debated whether this was the right course of action. Yet again, his mind told him that it was the 'only' course. Any other would have seen Wylde into his grave tonight. His eyes drank in the pale, heart-shaped face, wrapped in dark, ragged curls and the way his thick, sable lashes fanned across his cheeks. His eyelids were almost translucent. Every flicker of his eyes beneath them made Jabez Everman's heart thump just once. One hand rested on his breast and the ancient creature let his gaze follow the twists and turns in the silver, celtic-knot ring on his index finger like steps in a meditation.It was not in his nature to weep. He had not shed tears for over seven centuries but his heart weighed heavy in his chest as he waited. At last he let his head sink into his hands and rested his eyes. He had been bowed over like this for some time when the bedclothes rustled quietly beside him and he lifted his head immediately. Rayne was staring blankly at him, a bewildered expression on his gaunt, handsome face.
"Who the fuck are 'you'?" he croaked weakly. "What happened? Where 'am' I?"
RAYNE
Rayne listened almost impassively as the tall, imposing stranger told him in soothing, unhurried words what had come to pass during the night. He recalled the fits coming on, struggling suddenly to breathe as though a hand had closed tight over his windpipe, strangling him by degrees. Then there had been nothing; he had slipped backward into a dark, cold place and lain there for an age.
Since waking, he had been overcome by a wrongness that he could not account for. It had taken him nearly an hour, listening as the man called Jabez Everman told of what had been done whilst he was unconscious, to realise that he was hearing things and feeling things that were outside his normal sphere of awareness. He could smell food cooking in the kitchens five floors down and - closer to home - he could smell Danny's lean, warm, vibrant body on the next bed. In spite of his anxiety, that recalled the night before to him more clearly. Thinking back on what they had done, he could virtually taste Danny's tongue, and cock, in his mouth. More disturbingly, he could smell the youngster's blood; the raw, iron tang of it in the back of his throat made his stomach churn queasily, but it was not the discomfort of nausea, it felt more like extreme hunger pangs.
His hearing was more acute. The conversations of people in other rooms kept disturbing him and he became uncomfortably aware of an argument which he sensed involved Matty and Si' who were taking his side against Charley. They were 'discussing' him in his absence! An irrational anger surfaced and he forced it down again, trying to listen 'and' make sense of what the handsome stranger was telling him.
"I feel wobbly," he said hoarsely at one point.
"That is because you require sustenance," said Jabez. He pressed a smile onto his face, which presumably he hoped was comforting. It only served to make Rayne feel more nervous.
"I never eat in the morning," the singer declared. "It makes me sick."
"You are newly Turned," Jabez pointed out incomprehensibly. "You need fresh blood and quickly or your body will attempt to hibernate."
Rayne blinked slowly. He murmured; "This is the weirdest fuckin' trip I have ever had!"
Jabez shook his head impatiently and stalked to the other bed. He jerked Danny to his feet and dragged the boy back with him, dumping him onto the covers beside Rayne. The singer experienced another wave of disorientation, conscious that Danny was bleeding from a head wound. He could smell the blood. It was making him salivate.
"Observe," said Jabez implacably. He knelt by the bedside and forced Daniel's blond head back roughly. The boy whimpered, deep in shock. Ignoring his feeble protest, Jabez Everman extended dog-teeth almost as long as Rayne's little finger and sank them into the boy's exposed throat as easily as if he was biting into a slice of cake. Rayne winced at the tearing of flesh and the greedy sucking noises emanating from the youngster's wounded neck.
"'Jesus Christ Almighty, Jabez'!" he exclaimed in shocked tones. "What the fuck are you 'doing'? Are you insane?"
"He tastes so good," the huge, impassive fellow told him encouragingly. "You know you want to, Rayne. I can feel every nerve in your body screaming for it."
"I 'can't'! I can't drink 'blood' for crying out loud!" Rayne stared at him incredulously. He wanted to wake up. He was desperate to fling himself up and out of this mad dream. It simply could not be real. Rock music was full of weird characters but in no walk of life did you wake to find a Vampire sitting by your bed coaxing you to suck the blood of the boy you spent last night fucking. It did not happen outside of Urban Legend.
"It doesn't have to be so difficult. If you'd let me help you...."
He got no further. "I've told you," Rayne screamed at him. "I don't want your help! I want you to leave me the fuck alone!"
Jabez put on his implacable face again. "You have to feed at some time. The sooner after your Turning, the better. If you cannot cope with feeding from humans, or other Vampires, there is always animal blood, although that is normally a last resort," he explained pleasantly as if this made everything all right again.
Unfortunately, his idea of a soothing remark did not currently fit his hysterical companion's mindset. Rayne only stared at him as though the fellow had suggested he should commit hara kiri during his next live performance. He was trembling with combined shock and fury.
"I 'can't' drink blood! I'm a fuckin' 'vegetarian'!"
Jabez stared back at him neutrally as if this was a concept he simply could not comprehend. At last he gave up the pressure and left Rayne to his own devices. Danny still sprawled, unconscious on the bed beside him, mercifully out of it by now. The singer stroked his hair miserably and shivered like a junky coming down. This was almost worse than the spell of Cold Turkey he had gone through the winter before last, trying to kick his taste for Heroin. Simon had locked him in a room for seven days and enlisted Charley to make sure that he did not find ways to escape. He had been sicker than a dog, and more miserable than at any point since his teens.
He ached and felt tired. His body simply did not have the energy to obey simple commands. 'And' he was ravenously hungry. With every minute that passed the hunger gnawed at his belly until he thought he would faint.
He was still trembling violently as he bent his head to kiss Danny's throat where the lunatic had bitten him. The wound was healing but he could still taste blood on the boy's soft, cooling skin. He licked gently, then more urgently, filling his mouth with the coppery, salty taste. When it was all gone, he stroked Danny's hair, then nipped the boy's flesh ever so gently between his teeth drawing a small, fresh bead of brilliant vermilion to the surface like a fallen berry on a field of snow. Rayne stared at it in sick fascination. He ran his tongue over his teeth and started in shock at the unexpected protuberance of his own canines. The single jewel of bright blood was delicious but he wanted more. It was like discovering the source of a frustrating itch, once he began to scratch it there was no stopping until it was completely alleviated.
Rayne Wylde sank his teeth ever so slowly into Danny's neck and let his mouth fill with the lush heat of his lover's blood. In his dreams he had never imagined a high like this. It was better than drugs, and almost better than sex. His cock stiffened in response to the stimulus and, if he was conscious of Jabez's coolly detached observation from the bathroom doorway, he ignored it now. Ravenously he fed one hunger and as the lust for blood was slaked he began to satisfy another. Spreading Danny's long, slim legs, he exposed the boy's tender arsehole and savagely bucked his erection into the insentient youngster's tight passage. It was bliss to bury his face in the hollow of Daniel's gore-streaked neck and shoulder as he fucked the unresisting youth and bit down deep and hard again. A fresh bloom of blood filled his mouth and he fed without restraint this time not ceasing until both his hungers were satisfied.
THE AFTERGLOW
"Is he dead?" Once the passion of the moment was quenched, Rayne allowed himself to feel penitent. He was in the bathroom, washing the blood from his face and hair and gazing curiously at himself in the oval mirror.
Back in the bedroom, Jabez bent over the boy, licking his bloody skin clean delicately.
"Not yet," the older Vampire replied. "At least, his heart still beats. He is weak, however. Maybe it would be kinder to finish him."
Rayne shook his head incredulously. He would not consider that. Not just yet.
"I can 'see' my reflection."
Jabez ventured a tolerant smile. "It is just a fairy tale... that you cannot see Vampires in a mirror. At least, it is so long as the Vampire wishes to be seen." He shrugged off his coat and suit jacket and unfastened his shirt. "The business with crosses and garlic is a load of nonsense too. Stories to comfort superstitious fools!"
"I'm immortal?" Rayne asked neutrally, the attempt at humour passing him by.
"Roughly so…" Jabez was shaking his head appreciatively. "You 'can' be killed, if someone takes out your heart or removes your head, but you won't get old and you certainly won't die of natural causes." He rose and unfastened his trousers, letting them cascade to the floor and stepping clear of them.
"I'll be thirty years old forever?"
Again, Jabez nodded. He had come to stand behind the younger Vampire now and his frost-blond hair tumbled forward, freed from its braid, partly obscuring his solemn, handsome face. Rayne took a moment to note that he was completely nude and also that he had a magnificent body. His stomach and chest muscles were sculpted in firm, golden flesh, rippling down into a flat abdomen and powerful thighs. He had an impressive hard-on. Rayne's eyes took in the upward jut of his enormous, circumcised cock and calculated that it had to be at least a foot long. His groin was hairless like the rest of his sleek, golden body. He made Rayne think of a magnificent white tiger, prowling and waiting to pounce. The singer wondered what it would be like to fellate that massive prick.
"And 'you' did this to me... 'without' my permission?" he demanded imperiously to hide his awe.
"It was either that or leave you to die. I was not prepared to do the latter," the Everman said casually.
"Oh, well 'that's all right then!" The singer exhaled a short, disdainful breath through his nostrils and flexed his fingers. The flesh was cool - not quite cold - but a good, pale, natural colour. It was still very hard to believe. In fact he would have dismissed it out of hand and phoned security to get the stranger thrown out if it was not for the fact that he 'knew' it was true. He had just drunk blood from the neck of an unconscious boy and not wanted to retch. He could hold his breath indefinitely without feeling that he might explode. He felt intensely 'aware' all the time.
"So..." Rayne hesitated, glancing warily at Jabez now. "So - let me get this right. You've been stalking me for months. You barged into my room and bit me. And now I'm a fuckin' Vampire?"
"That is correct," Jabez nodded. "Actually I have followed you for centuries. Not in this same incarnation, quite naturally. But, yes, I have been watching you. In order to preserve your existence, of course."
Rayne looked visibly unhappy. He blinked several times, struggling with his emotions. "But… forgive me for any indelicacy here – but… I'm 'dead'?"
Jabez sighed heavily and patiently. "Sort of," he responded at last.
The singer nodded slowly, feeling numb. He was trying very hard to be reasonable but a large, cold sense of panic was starting to rise in his chest. He realised with a sudden jolt that he was not breathing and reminded himself strictly to do so. That was about where the anxiety took over.
"So I'm 'sort of' dead?" he reaffirmed a touch hysterically.
"Only in the sense that you're not technically 'alive'," the older Vampire told him with infuriating placidity. "It will be fine, Rayne. Vampires are sired every day and their lives go on. 'You' will be fine."
"No..." Rayne answered him, shaking his head more fiercely. Anger helped. It focused him. "It will not 'ever' be fuckin' fine! I'm fuckin' 'dead'! I do not fuckin' think that is 'fine', Jabez!"
The tall, white maned creature kissed the back of his neck soothingly and Rayne shivered with a nameless longing. He stared at his reflection unhappily, beginning to believe that he was actually going insane. Jabez Everman kissed him again, more intimately. The touch of his mouth felt good, in spite of the tension in his shoulders.
"You do not 'feel' dead, do you?" he breathed and the words sowed shivers of pleasure through the singer's lean, unclad body.
He certainly did not feel dead. In fact he felt more alive right now than he had in years. He was tingling with anticipation, buzzing with a thousand sensations. The urge to run out into the street naked and shout his feelings to the sky was almost overwhelming. Powerful arms folded around him. He shook his head.
"Well then?" The Everman released him with a little shrug and returned to the bedroom to feed briefly from Danny Weston. When he lifted his gaze from the boy's bloody neck, Rayne was staring critically at him. Jabez said; "He gave you poison. He would have stood by and watched you die. Why are you so protective of him?"
"I don't know. Because no one else seems to be," Rayne pulled a sceptical face. "You think he gave me the coke on purpose? To kill me?"
"Don't you?" Jabez spread Daniel's legs and probed at him with that impossibly long tool.
"Leave him alone," Rayne ordered tersely. "Isn't it enough for you that he's going to die? Do you have to humiliate him too?"
"You did," Jabez pointed out.
Rayne looked at his feet, suddenly sickened by what he had done. His dark hair tumbled around his face like a screen. Only when Jabez gently brushed his forelock out of his eyes did he even realise that the older Vampire had risen. Now he touched his lips to Rayne's mouth and breathed; "You have her compassion."
"What are you talki…?" Rayne did not get to finish the enquiry for he was suddenly overwhelmed by the passion of another mouth on his own. The Everman's hot, wet tongue glided between his teeth and they kissed intimately as the masterful ancient pulled Rayne down onto the empty bed. His strong hands fondled and caressed Rayne's naked body as they had longed to on the previous night and the singer submitted to his kisses and the sweep of his rough, wet tongue. Long fingers probed between his cheeks and pressed into his anus as firstly his neck and throat, then his torso, in particular his nipples, received a thorough nibbling and sucking. Rayne groaned in astonishment, writhing down onto the intrusive digits that pulsed into him rhythmically. He was not one of nature's born submissives, but to attempt domination of this particular Alpha Male was beyond his imagination. He allowed the Vampire to finger him for several minutes as they kissed on the bed.
When Jabez urged his head down towards the nodding bell-end, Rayne did not resist. He 'had' wondered, after all… That huge dick was hot and throbbing as he caressed it's glossy helm with his lips and Jabez growled softly and pleasurably, manoeuvring him around so that he could use his deft tongue in Rayne's exposed crack. For the second time in twelve hours, Rayne allowed a man to tongue-fuck his rectum. He managed to get his lips around the head of Jabez's enormous tool at the same time and nodded slowly now, taking the big, beautiful Vampire into his mouth bit by bit until he had swallowed about ten inches of cock. Rayne was in heaven, he had already calculated that if he no longer had to breathe it was technically possible to take this monster prick all the way. His own rod was stiff and pulsing in the other Vampire's rubbing hand as Jabez enthusiastically frenched his arsehole, getting him slippery and pliable.
When Rayne was finally nuzzling his balls, Jabez pulled out of his mouth and the singer groaned eagerly, all too prescient about what was to come. The older Vampire rolled him smoothly onto his belly, holding him by the hips with those powerful hands and parting his firm, white cheeks. Rayne uttered a little moan of anxiety and longing as that well sucked cock head nudged up between his legs, against his slick, wet hole. Roughly now it thrust through his tight ring into the softer, more accommodating depths of his anus. As a teenager, Rayne had taken plenty of men this way, but it had been a good few months since he last submitted to buggery, and years since he'd had a cock anywhere near this size.
He groaned out loud, but did not pull away.
With about half of Jabez's erection inside him, Rayne began to cry out in arousal and astonishment at every thrust. His undead lover was penetrating him at an agonisingly steady pace, bucking it into him at about an inch per minute. After ten minutes Rayne was writhing and shouting incoherent abuse. At a little over eleven minutes he exploded, spurting cum over his chest and belly and the duvet beneath his knees. Jabez took his time, pulsing firmly for almost a quarter of an hour until Rayne finally felt his lover's heavy balls between his thighs. He rested there for a moment then began to pump harder. Rayne yelped his appreciation as that mighty tool started pounding him, tormenting his prostate until he was ready to cum again bare minutes after his first climax.
"You are fabulous," the older Vampire growled huskily, fucking him more energetically as he sensed that Rayne was becoming used to his size and scope. "And incredibly beautiful! I have watched you and dreamed about you for so long."
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the singer and sitting back so that Rayne was pulled into his lap, riding on him like a creature demented. His lips raked the younger man's neck and shoulders as they coupled, communicating with little pleasurable sounds; whimpers and moans and sighs of satisfaction.
"Do you like it?" Jabez asked him, having manoeuvred them both so that Rayne could watch himself in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. The singer eased up and down like a stretching cat on his hard pole. An odd little smile played about his full lips as he observed the reflection of his lithe body and his lover's more muscular frame. He positioned himself in order to be able to watch the Everman's humungous cock moving in and out of him then writhed sinuously up and down on him like a well-trained whore.
"Touch me," he panted at last, neither acknowledging nor answering the question. "Make me cum."
Compliant, Jabez did as he commanded. Fisting the singer's throbbing eight inches vigorously, he soon coaxed his raven-haired beloved to orgasm. The tightening of Rayne's muscles milked his own penis and he pressed the beautiful young male into the bedclothes then and fucked him violently up the arse. It had been a long, frustrating time since he last had sex this good and Jabez revelled in every last moment of it.
After he had spilled his copious seed into Rayne's deliciously submissive body, he curled around the singer possessively and held his sweat and cum-sticky body close. To his amazement, Rayne was trusting enough (or exhausted enough, he was not sure which) to fall asleep in his embrace. Jabez held him for as long as he dared, unwilling to relinquish the intimacy now that he finally had it, but knowing in his heart that soon he must. If Rayne was to be protected then he could not stay here.
MORNING
When Rayne Wylde opened his eyes, it was with some confusion. He was woken by a violent hammering on the door of his suite and sat up with a start as the memories slowly returned; memories of blood and madness. His first thought was that he had to get the bedding hidden and move Danny before people began to ask difficult questions. So it was that he found himself perplexed by the fact that he was utterly alone in the suite and the bed next to his own did not appear to have been slept in at all. He peered beneath the duvet and under the beds just to be sure, then checked in the spotless bathroom as well before stumbling to the door and letting Matty Greening in.
Habit of A Lifetime Ch. 02. Sex with pretty boy groupie doesn't go to plan.
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