Bloodthirsty

[Nico]

A flushed face. Swollen, panting lips. Amador's eyes drank in it all. The boy pleaded with some difficulty, his blush spreading across his delicate nose. The Vampire's eyes did not shift, focused on the little being before him, amazed with the feelings the mortal stirred within him. When the boy breathed his name, Amador felt a growing burn pool in his stomach. William... This human... His human. Gentle fingers moved up through his hair, another plea escaping the boy. The Lord closed his eyes to savor it: the sound of that fragile voice. When they opened, the boy's pale neck was exposed, jugular pulsing inches from his mouth. The human had softened, pressing his body eagerly against him. Amador took in a breath, trailing the tip of his nose down the boy's neck. He smelled lust, tinted with just a hint of fear.

"William..." Amador whispered against the boy's flesh, voice lower, pressing his lips softly against his life-force.

He smirked slowly, "do you think I have no restraint?" Leaving the soft skin, his eyes leveled with the boy's once more,

"you are mine." He murmured, placing a soft, fleeting kiss upon the breathless lips. "To do with what I wish." Amused russet eyes stared down into pleading blue. He released the golden strands, hand moving to support the human's shoulders. Suddenly, the Lord stooped, scooping an arm under the boy's legs and up into his arms. He carried him against his chest, his nose buried in the boy's hair. He could smell this mortal for eternity...

Crossing the room, Amador put his hand flat against the heavy wood, swinging the door smoothly open. He walked into the chamber, setting the boy down beside a large standing closet and motioning for him not to move. The room was large and dim, the double doors they had just passed through facing a single wide bed, it's sheets a dark indigo.

To the left of the room resided a frosted glass door, likely leading to a bathroom. To the right, a crackling fireplace, it's blaze burning bright, and a writing desk. Amador's eyes did not leave the boy's as he fluidly made his way further into the room, shedding his jacket from broad shoulders to a chair, and finally taking a seat upon the foot of the large bed. His knees spread temptingly wide. A slow red gaze raked down the boy's figure. The human, standing flushed in his room.

The Lord paused, before he spoke, voice deeper, "Strip, William." His dark, possessive gaze flicked back up to the boy's to see if he would comply, tilting his head slightly as he questioned him, "Do you think yourself mine?" A strange question. One that Amador waited upon silently.

 

[Church]

No, he hadn't thought he had any restraint. That was why he had kissed him, right? The peck was less than he had hoped for, the other finding amusement in him. It was strange, he didn't go by William because he didn't like it, opting to go with Will instead, and yet the way his name rolled off the tongue of the other and the deepness of his voice, it didn't sound like his name at all. A short noise of surprise left him as he was lifted, looking slightly amused "I can walk you know" he teased lightly, a hand grasping the opposite wrist around his neck. The room they had entered was simple but elegant, wondering if this would be changed as well if it wasn't to his liking. This room was warmer, probably because the doors had been closed to the night air and it was a smaller room for the fire to heat. He heard the males words but hadn't yet processed them, and when realizing what he was asking a wave of color rushed to his cheeks.

A second question was fired at him soon after the order, and that one was much easier to figure out "no. Not yet a least. I may, in time, when I stop thinking that you're going to kill me soon" he said softly. His fingers curled around the bottom of the white shirt, pulling it over his head and exposing the upper half of his torso. His creamy skin was perfect, besides the remnant of a bruise. He was never hit as a child, and he was always smart enough to avoid confrontation, which had left his body mark-free. The boy had never been naked in front of anyone before, besides his parents, but they didn't count. A threat of 'I'll go if you go' had been on his tongue, but had decided against it for the simple reason that he could deny what he thought was going to happen easier if he was the only one who was naked.

Slowly, his fingers pushed down the top of the light pants, a heel stepping on the back to pull them down further past his hips until the lack of friction caused them to fall off. Hands quickly tried covering up himself, sitting on the bed opposite him, pulling his knees up to try and hide himself. It was just that he was a virgin in every way, and this was all extremely sudden. It had only been a few hours since he had been in his own bed at home, and now he was naked, sharing a bed with a vampire who had been searching for him because of his bloodline. His to gue darted out to wet his lips and crawled closer to him, looking up into his handsome face and trying to read him. But it was like trying to understand a language you didn't know, and the other had had ample time to learn to hide his emotions and thoughts. "Amador" his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but he knew he was heard, reaching out and taking one of the mans hands in his own. They were larger, manicured and cold. They were fast moving and hard, but delicate at the same time.

 

[Nico]

No? Always honest, this human child... Amador did not say anything when the boy mentioned dying. Death was not something he feared. It was the natural ebb and flow of the mortal world, something he was removed from. An eternity of killing. Entrenched in the blood and shadows of his people's inheritance. Tainted and twisted, lying dormant under a composed mask. He was a killer. He held no mortal as his equal. The boy could see this, he did not have to demonstrate his power to make the small one obey.

The white shirt was lifted slowly, exposing lean muscles that shifted under pale skin... Nipples hardened in the night air, a fading bruise evident on his side. Amador frowned. The boy hesitated as he slipped his fingers into the waistband. They inched slowly down the boy's hips, exposing more of the taunt skin beneath his navel. Finally they pooled at his feet. Amador sat silent and still, dark gaze trailing down the boy's muscles, his curves.. his thighs... The boy started towards the bed, his eyes did not leave him. The mortal moved with a grace of his own, despite the apprehension that faltered his step. The Vampire watched as he drew his knees up after he had clambered onto the sheets, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as the human attempted to retain some modesty. That won't do.


"Come here." The naked boy crawled closer, blue orbs searching his own for answers. A small hand came forward, grasping his own as the boy whispered his name. The gentle action surprised Amador, the soft murmur striking him deep within his chest. Altogether the lights of the room suddenly flickered dim. The fire roared brighter. It played off the Vampire's face, danced in his dark eyes. A creature of the night, and this entrancing mortal... How was it, a human awoke this burn within him? A enthralling mystery. One that glinted within innocent, opalescent eyes...

"You are beautiful." Amador murmured, reaching a hand up to stroke through the fleecy locks. The Lord laced his fingers through the boy's, pressing him slowly back onto the bed. Beautiful... Mouth pressed to the boy's throat, his larger form hovered over the small, warm body.

Amador's free hand traced down the boy's side, pressing lightly on the yellowing bruise. "Who did this to you?" He asked, brushing his lips against the throbbing jugular. The boy's blonde hair brushing his lips as he raised his head to meet blue eyes. Russet stared fiercely into the depths of the boy's. "They will die." He stated calmly. Tone insouciant, though turbulence roared within the shadows of his eyes. Fingers ran back up the boy's flesh, traveling to cradle the blonde head.

"No one else is allowed to touch you." You are mine... He brought his lips against the boy's fair brow, slowly moving his mouth down to press lightly against the boy's. Breathing in his warm breath.

"Do you understand?" He uttered, baritone growl reverberating through his chest. Amador once more claimed the boy's lips, thigh pressing against the boy's groin as he sucked on the nectarous tongue. He had to be gentle... The mortal was fragile...

 

[Church]

The fire seemed to accentuate the angles in his face and the power in his eyes, surprising words coming from his mouth when he spoke. Beautiful? Never in a million years would he have expected that to come out of anybody's mouth when talking about the boy. The feeling of the gentle hand moving through his hair while the other one held his hand, falling slowly onto his back. His gaze never left the other, seemingly entranced by him and he brought his free hand up to the males face when he pulled away from his neck, thumb tracing the edge of his perfectly shaped lips. His speech was more like a breath when he replied. "It was just a boy, Amador" he said gently, starting to know how he felt. He wouldn't tell the man who had done it. He didn't need to know, as long as James and Istillo didn't mention his name, Amador would never find him. "No, they won't. There is no need for all of that" he told him, his fingers moving to the mans neck as his face was kissed. His lips responded when they were touched by the others, wanting more, and hearing his possessive voice instead. "Yes."

Will understood, and he really didn't have a problem with it. He didn't want to be passed around like some toy, and the feeling rushing through him now was one he had never felt, and it was amazing. Lips moved against each other, tongue caught by the elder and a shiver running down his spine. The boys thin hips moved against the other on their own, a blush spreading across his features yet again. They tried gaining friction on his member, the pressure of another on him was already arousing him. Will rather liked the possessiveness that the male was showing, though he didn't know why. He kissed the other, their noses brushing lightly. After a few moments he pulled away to breathe, looking up at the male, curiosity and lust filling his gaze. "Take this off" he requested of the other, pulling at his shirt gently.

Curiosity drove him, as well as his raging hormones to get naked with someone else, though this was different. He didn't know what he was doing, but the other did, and he wanted to be with him. He just wanted to lay in his arms, and look at him, memorize the angles of his face and the curve of his lips, and know how head would lay on his shoulder, just under his jaw. One knee pulled away, his ankle catching around the others leg and pulling him closer, wanting for there to be nothing between them. Just skin meeting skin. His body was aflame because of the other. He had never felt so alive as he did in this moment. What surprised him was the control displayed by the vampire, who had finally found what he had been searching for, what all pure blooded vampires searched for, and he was taking his time, and treating the boy so well that he didn't want to fight, that he was even enjoying himself while in the arms of a killer.

 

[Nico]

Oh... Purity.

The boy's faint touches drew heavily at his will. Drank greedily from his composure. What a tempting sin you are. The mortal lifted his hips, as if entreating him. Soft inner thighs rubbing against the sides of his leg.. Amador's eyes flicked down the boy's torso as the boy broke away to breathe, watching his eager movements. The vampire's lips curved up ever so slightly, eyes returning to savor the blush that ran across the smooth, burning cheeks. Not spreading across the delicate nose just yet, down that tender neck…

What delicious eyes. Cerulean. He'd bet they'd go the most delightful indigo when full blown with desire. The fighter in him noted the attraction the boy felt as a weakness. The lover in him appreciated the notion of vivid blue gazing up at him.. heart thumping wildly, sweat diffusing that intoxicating smell through his chamber. Would it be wide eyed astonishment and barely restrained yearning, like now? Or would it be lidded and slow burning, like his own.


Slowly, he pressed his knee into the bed, pushing back against the boy's groin gently. The human's skin was warmed. Wanting. Hard. Mm. A light tug at his clothes. Amador loosed a breath near the boy's ear, licking along the shell of it before he raised himself from the mortal's flesh. On his knees above the boy Amador deftly undid his tie, the buttons of his shirt. The perfume of the boy's scent still clung to them. Slipping off his shirt, he let the boy's gaze transverse the planes of his chest, the hairless expanse of his muscles. If the vampire looked formidable clothed, he was far more daunting with his flesh revealed. No cloth to soften the inhuman power that made up his form.

Leaning over, hands returned to the bed, looming over the boy. Amador caught the lust that exited along with the boy's breath, closing his eyes. What a foolish… yet fascinating human. An ankle pulled at his leg. The boy wished him closer. Russet opened, looking down. Those eyes. So wide under the gentle arches of his brows. Dark, inexperienced orbs, full of longing. Hot fire lanced down his spine.

He wanted to growl. He wanted to shift his grip to William's elbows and hoist him up to wrap admittedly shapely thighs around his waist, throat at his mouth begging for marks, dark bruises flowering, fluttering pulse under his teeth and back arched... There was a long moment as dark russet held with sky-blue, as Amador's pupils expanded while his eyes narrowed. He lifted one hand and caught the young man's chin. He licked his lips slowly, voice thick,

"William. You shouldn't have given me those eyes." Amador pressed thin lips to William's plumper ones, covering them firmly. His tongue slipped out, licked along the seam of the boy's lips. He complied, lowering himself to press somewhat against the boy, careful not to crush him with his weight. Raising one knee, gently rubbing the material of his pants against the young man's exposed erection. A cool hand slipped from chin, to jaw line, to nape. Long fingers slid through soft, soft hair, gently massaging the boy's scalp in contrast to the hard press of his lips and grip of his other hand on a slender waist.

Control. He needed control, or he'd end up damaging him irreparably. Even if all he wanted at this moment in time was bare skin against his own, desperate hands on him and quivering flesh and those wide, wide eyes. Patience.

 

[Church]

All the movements made by the other were successful in making Will even more wanting. Wanting to be touched, to be held, to be taken. These were uncharted waters, and he was fearful of drowning, but it was thrilling as well, and he dove headfirst into the water. His heart was already pounding against his rib cage, his breath coming in short pants, though he froze when the other rose above him and shed the clothing. Will swallowed as his eyes wandered over the expanse of lean muscle and flesh, reaching up to tentatively touch his chest, rock solid and unyielding.

He felt almost as if he were being hunted by the other, and instead of running he had turned to meet him, watching the killer come out and prepare to take his first bite out of his prize. His chest shook with his breath and the other was so still, his ruby eyes taking in everything that he did, staring into his soul and picking him apart for pleasure. A quick flash of confusion by the spoken words, and it was though his ears were taking longer and longer to process his native language, the movement of their bodies were the only thing that was clear to him now.

A soft moan from the press of lips, opening his mouth to the tongue as the blue was shut off to the other momentarily. "Ammmaaahhhdoor" he moaned softly into his mouth, his erection pulsing from the light rubbing from the mans pants. His head fell back into the hand on his head, ankles rising and finding the lower back of the man and lifting his hips to rub his member against the hard flesh of his stomach. Will didn't want the other to be patient, he wanted the man to make him his. His skin yearned to be touched, fire racing through his body where their skin met, and he wanted it everywhere. The boy whimpered softly, needing more than he was being given. Weren't all humans that way though? Taking, always taking more and more for their own pleasure. Teeth came out and bit at the thin bottom lip gently, eyes opening and already darkening, pupils dilated in want.

Will would have been ashamed of himself if he had known that this was all it took for some stranger who could kill him with a flick of the wrist to get him in bed and practically begging to be taken by his cock. He could blame it on bloodline, that he was 'destined' to be with him and therefore wanted to truly be with him. He could blame it on the teenage hormones that ran rampant through his body at all hours of the day. If he wanted to he could even blame it on survival instincts, saying that he could have been killed had he fought him but they would all be a lie. Will wanted Amador, plain and simple. The man was gorgeous, he had been kind to him, and he was pleasuring him immensely without hardly even touching him. Maybe it was hormones, but he didn't think it would matter if he was being hit with the need to be fucked or not, this male brought it out of him and gave the term 'wanting' to a whole new level for the teenager underneath him.

 

[Nico]

Amador smiled against the boy’s lips as William moaned his name, the syllables vibrating against his tongue. He chuckled as the warm legs rose with the human’s breathing, wrapping around his waist. The chuckle cut off when he felt the hot, slick member of the boy rub up the line of his abdomen, his muscles contracting. The boy’s soft whimper made his stomach tighten, and the vampire’s eyes narrowed slightly. He needed to hear more of that… Teeth bit down on his lip. That was it. His control was shattered.

“Such an impatient mortal…” Amador growled lowly, pulling away. He smirked down at the blonde, flushed quarry. No longer reserved, controlled. The vampire’s muscles shifted as he moved back from the boy, breaking the hold of the arms around his neck.

“Shall I teach you?” Voice deepening as he caught the small wrists. A slow, sensual slide of thumb up the wrist towards the palm and then he gently, inexorably, pressed the boy’s hands back. Pressing his knuckles to the bed above his golden locks, Amador bent over the boy to whisper, amused beside his ear. “You say you aren’t mine…” His mouth opened to suck the soft lobe into his mouth, teeth grazing.

“I will brand myself into you.” His tone no longer light, but dark. Serious. His body, his mind… His being. He would make the boy his, even if he had do it over and over again until the mortal broke. The vampire smiled against the boy’s jugular, shifting both wrists into one hand, his other lifting the boy up. He could almost taste the jump of pulse. How intoxicating.

He wouldn’t break the thin skin just yet. Like a predator playing with its prey, the vampire deftly moved the boy up to the center of the bed, his wrists against the headboard. Before William could comprehend what had happened, a silk tie had been woven around them, knots holding the boy’s arms captive above his head.

A cool hand ran down the planes of the boy’s chest. Slow, red eyes taking in the creamy skin beside him. He stopped just short of the boy’s erection. “Look at how pretty you are…” He brushed slow, taunting fingers down the soft inside of the boy’s thigh. Purposefully avoiding the boy’s straining cock. He chuckled. “It’s just begging for me to touch it.” He ran his hand back up the boy’s side, watching his face.

“Have you ever been touched by a woman?” He asked slowly, rubbing a pert nipple between two fingers… “A man?” Amador tugged sharply on the hardened nub, pressing and rolling it.

 

[Church]

A surprised look crossed his face when Amador pulled away from him, blue eyes staring into the red void of the others. Not even a flinch when hands were captured, the slow touch sending a shiver down his spine as he found his arms raised above his head. William was determined to keep some sort of composure, not to give the vampire everything so easily, but finding his ear being sucked elicited a moan from the small boy and then he heard the difference in the others voice. He expected to be bitten. The lips were on his skin and he knew that the male could practically taste the blood running millimeters from his tongue.

Blonde locks moved on his head as he moved to look at the tie the other had worn, now restraining his wrists, keeping them pressed together against the headboard of the bed. Cerulean returned to crimson when a hand traveled down his body, breath catching in his throat for a moment. Will whimpered softly, feeling his body being played with. He knew how the other thought of people touching him and he nodded, looking up at him "my first grade teacher liked me a lot. He kept me in during recess and would take me into the bathroom and touch me. He said it was our little secret. Apparently he touched other kids too because he got thrown in prison. My girlfriend likes to touch me too but the clothes stay on for that" he said, hoping it would aggravate the other enough to do something besides torture him.

Only a long, knowing look from the other got him hard, a touch made him writhe and his voice was a sedative all on its own so laying here, now restrained, was terrible. He wanted the man to do something, so it would make sense in his mind as to why he was so intrigued with this stranger who wanted him because of his blood and had a ton of people at his disposal to find someone like him just for their 'leader' who wanted a special drink. Amador, in Will's mind, was like a wine expert looking for a eight hundred year old wine made in some remote place of the world. And Will was Amador's bottle. Will just hoped that Amador liked to sip instead of chug.

A small smile worked on the corners of his lips, thinking of something he could say that may make Amador crazy but might just get him to do something sudden, instead of taking his time like he was doing now. "I hoped it was James. When I saw him and when he spoke to me. I was thankful it wasn't Istillo but I prayed that it was James that wanted me here. And I kissed him." Will's eyes held the others as he tried to gauge his emotions and response to what he had told him. He also prayed to whoever would listen that Amador wouldn't go after James for this, he couldn't help that he was attractive and friendly. "You asked me why I blushed earlier, I was thinking about laying in his arms." Will was perfectly happy with Amador being the man behind the curtain now, he just wanted a little action instead of all this waiting. Eighteen year old boys didn't care about the before, they just wanted to do it and experience the pleasure that came with it.