story contains graphic male/male sex that is on the borderline of rape.
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"A Prisoner of Sorts"
Posted October 2004, Part 6:
To Part 6
It was a dark room he lay in, damp and reeking of aged soil, not so
much as a root showing nor a sound other than the occasional growl or
footstep. He was nearly delirious with hunger, barely able to hold onto
the memory as to how he came to be here. While in flight, he thought,
captured while in flight. Surrounded by enemies with one actually being
able to stop him suddenly with a sharp blow to his temple, or maybe it
was his brow. Either way, there had been darkness, the black sort where
no dreams formed. And then he was here, lying upon a stone slab,
chained to it by hefty irons that even he could not break.
Starvation... what a way to go. He could barely move his tongue now,
hardly swallow. Scarcely enough moisture for the single tear that
slipped down his cheek.
The door creaked open and a light shown into the room followed by the
sound of a curse and growl.
"Damn. Can no one follow simple orders around here?"
That voice... it sounded so familiar, but his mind could not place it.
Footsteps moved nearby. All he could think about was fresh blood yet
not even his fingers could do more than twitch. His eyes were unable to
focus on the moving individual so near him. If he could just...
A warm palm pressed against his brow, tilting his head back while
another hand encouraged his mouth to open. "I...."
"Shhh," the other whispered placing a small glass against his lips.
"Drink... but slowly, Kraven," came a soft command.
He couldn't, Kraven realized. There wasn't enough strength left to do
so. The vampire sighed in despair.
Sharp nails grazed against the back of his neck, supporting him to keep
from choking as the blood entered his mouth and trailed down his
parched tongue and aching throat.
Kraven did not know how long he drank, but it was a gift he would not
forget soon. Even now, he could feel the fluid in his veins revitalize
his body and return strength to him. "Thank you... I..." As sight
returned to him, the grey eyes widened in horror. "It... it
His companion smiled slowly, his dark eyes glistening with amusement
and no small amount of caution. "Surprised to see me Kraven? I imagine
you would be, considering you shot me in the back."
"But... the nitrate... the bullets. I..." Kraven tested his irons
again, finding the chains just as unyielding as before. His heart
pounded in renewed fear.
Lucian seemed amused. "Relax Kraven, if I wished to deal you a
torturous death, I simply would not have returned. It is what you would
have done," he emphasized with a low growl.
Kraven barred his fangs. "You fool. You ruined everything and then
dared block my escape. What the hell did you expect?"
The Lycan leader shook his head. "Kraven, Kraven, Kraven" He circled
the stone slab shaking his head. "You are the most self-absorbed
creature I have ever met. Well, aside from Viktor that is. It is no
wonder his protégé is little different. Still, I am a man
of reason. If it were not for you, so much victory would not have been
It took a great deal of effort not to sneer at Lucian just then.
Victory? Is this what the Lycan called victory? Clearly he did not
align himself with a partner who could tell the difference. And why,
why was his skin grey like that? "This is what you call victory?
Lucian, you are a fool. Viktor will hunt you down and slay your kind
down to the last one. Have you gone completely mad?"
Lucian smirked. "It amazes me that you were a bureaucrat at all Kraven.
Your manners are not nearly as fine as your dress. Then again, I don't
have anything you want do I? Except your life."
He towered over Kraven, a single finger trailing over the exposed chest
of his shirt. "If you are referring to the darkened status of my veins,
I have you to thank for that. Fortunately, the ache is something I can
get used to. With Amelia's blood in my veins, it's bearable. As for
victory. Kraven, do you not realize you have made all that has occurred
possible? Without you, there would not be now, as we speak, a pack, a
family if you will, of both vampires and lycans combating the others.
Selene would not have bitten Michael; without you there would be no
hybrid... without you Viktor would not be dead. "
He stared at Lucian in disbelief. Viktor... dead? By who? "And Selene?"
"Dear god Kraven!" Lucian shouted angrily, annoyed by his one-track
mind. "For all your follies Kraven, you were the one that drove Selene
to Michael. You were the one that led her to the truth about Viktor.
All of your efforts led her away from you and fulfilled my plans in a
way I never thought possible."
His blood boiled with fury. Kraven thrashed against the chains. "Then
she is still with him, with this Michael!"
"Yes, and you'd best get her out of your mind. Michael could split you
in two with a bit of training." Lucian warned.
Kraven glowered at the wall, not wanting to look upon the Lycan
directly. "What do you want from me Lycan? Why didn't you just kill me?"
Lucian's lips twitched. "I apologize Kraven. That discussion will have
to wait. I only came here to check on you and... extend your freedom a
little." He pulled out a key and moved to Kraven's right hand area,
leaning under the stone slab and dabbling with something that resulted
in extending the chain. Then, one by one, his captor released his left
wrist and both ankles giving Kraven partial freedom. "You'll have three
bags of blood for a few days..."
Kraven rubbed his wrist and eyed Lucian in disbelief. "You are, you are
leaving me here, again?"
"It cannot be helped. Much has happened since you have been here. And
it is not safe for us to remain here. Our hunters..."
"Take me with you! You cannot leave me here Lucian. I will not allow
"Not allow it?" He laughed lowly. "You really cannot tell when you are
not in control can you Kraven? Or is it you refuse to accept that truth
of it? Your kind has severe limitation in the ability to travel...
therefore you cannot go. I will return. I promise."
Kraven tensed, rushing forward but only managed a couple of feet before
the chain stopped even his rising strength.
Lucian looked unmoved by the whole affair. "I will return," he
repeated, showing Kraven where the bags of blood were stored in small
cooler in range. With one more glance, Lucian was gone.
And Kraven, was furious.
"Lucian are you listening?"
The lycan blinked a few times, rousing himself away from distant
thoughts and the constant ache of his body.
Selene blinked at him expectantly but received only a blank gaze. He
had not been listening.
She frowned a little tapping lightly on the table. "Lucian. What is it?
That is the second time you have become distant during our
He sighed, unhappily. "One of my hideouts is being heavily watched, too
much so to return to it with any chance of success."
"There are other locations..."
"Yes but there is... is something there of importance that will be at
risk if forced to remain, there alone, much longer. Have you heard from
"Not yet. These human hunters are very, very cautious and lethal. We
don't believe they are aware of hybrids."
"Hybrid," Lucian corrected softly. "Amelia's blood did not change me,
only provided a life-support of some kind. I've not found another
scientist I trust fully just yet, but it is my belief that it would
take very little silver to finish off the job."
Selene glowered at the table. "No one has found him yet. We are looking
for him; Marcus is looking for him; the rogue lycans are looking for
him. Perhaps we will be fortunate and the humans finished him
Lucian eyed her sternly. "Selene. There is nothing good that can come
from humans knowing about us, hunting us. There are too many sides in
this war, and only one that wants something more than the eradication
of the others." He stood. "I must try to return to the location,
regardless of the danger. Feran is the one who..."
"Feran is a moron Lucian. I don't care if he holds the loyalty of the
other lycans. He is not nearly as good as you..."
"He is better Selene. He is strong, able and just as committed to our
people's unity. His mannerism is... questionable but there is no other
who will not back down if the entire world turns against us."
"The human hunters are not as adept at hunting during the day. They
cannot find us as well and prefer to run across our people fighting. If
you take Michael and the other lycans during the day, you will have a
"Not an option. The item is rather fragile during the daylight hours."
Her eyes narrowed. "We had a deal. If you captured a vampire, you would
let us handle it. If we capture lycans, they will go to you and not
"Yes, of course I do." He returned, annoyed. "This is a special case.
It is not a good idea to involve you and your pack."
"If we loose you Lucian, we will loose our only link to the past. The
only one who knows as far back as my people have access to. And I am
not willing to let you experiment on vampires."
Lucian's eyes sparkled a bit with thought. "There are other methods to
discover the past but very well. I've an idea that requires a strike
near dawn and a promise from you and Michael to give me time, to keep
an open mind. My source tells me the human hunters are not yet aware
there are some amongst our kind in allegiance. It will be to our
advantage to keep it that way. The vampires will lead the assault and
the lycans will perform the retrieval. Once we're inside, you can
retreat. Getting out will be up to us. They'll never know we are
working as one and not suspect vampires would dare hunt so close to
Selene nodded, but her distrust was clear.
The meeting then ended...
Lucian took an off-hands approach to the conflict once he discovered
the success of the pair he helped create. His new physical limitations
went beyond what he let on, and he felt the passion of Michael and
Selene, together, were better fitted to this new kind of war.
Fortunately, with the rise of Feran as a leader over the lycans more
interested in survival and unity than revenge and destruction, they
essentially had three groups working for similar goals. It was through
Feran, a lycan from another continent, that they also learned that a
group of underground human hunters had slowly but steadily acquired the
knowledge and the ability to strike at both immortal races.
It was very difficult to stand in the alley, watching the manhole to
his underground lair knowing that each passing moment could be another
moment of agony for Kraven. He was furious that a human sentinel
remained near the entrance around the clock. Clearly, their enemies had
discovered the lycans frequented the area but did not know exactly
where and certainly not why.
His eyes glossed over with the want to tear him from limb to limb.
Patience, he reminded himself. And he was rewarded shortly afterward
for soon a series of gunshots were heard and the human abandoned his
post to join the others in a lethal battle with the vampires.
Lucian was swift, going down into the damp darkness and sloshing
quickly through the abandoned underground tunnels. He slowed a little,
pulling out his gun fitted to kill a vampire but which also worked well
on a mere mortal. You could never be too sure.
As they approached the familiar doorway, he motioned for his two guards
to wait there and entered cautiously.
There was Kraven, still chained to the stone slab, turned away from the
doorway and sitting, head resting on his arm.
"Kraven," Lucian hissed quietly, knowing the vampire's senses were keen
enough to hear the whisper.
He received no response.
The lycan leader eyed his prisoner carefully and cautiously as he
approached step-by-step. It would not be past this one to lure him in
closer to launch an attack. "Kraven," he repeated, trying to quash the
worry that began to rise from the pit of his stomach
The vampire's cool eyes turned to him, and a ready sneer formed. "What
do you want Lucian? Come to admire your handy work?"
"Not now. I am going to release you and move you Kraven. You'd best not
resist." He motioned with his gun for emphasis and then to the two
guards nearby. Lucian's brow raised as he noted only two empty blood
Kraven did not move, his voice quiet and eyes narrowed. "I rationed
myself Lucian. Imagine, I did not trust you. Why shouldn't I fight you?
How many times do you plan to do this? How many times do you plan to
starve me for your fun?"
Lucian took a deep breath. "It was unavoidable. We do not have time for
this Kraven. I will explain much more to you when we get to safety."
"If you come near me, I will kill you," Kraven replied, his eyes
glowing a cool blue.
For a brief moment, Lucian actually considered leaving him there. This
was his treacherous partner, a lethal vampire whom had stumbled upon
him all those years ago in his own fortress and who gained a far nicer
end of the bargain than he had. He was ungrateful, amazingly annoying
at times and lacked any resemblance of patience. Every lycan and
vampire, and now more than a few humans, were eager to slay Kraven the
moment they set eyes on him. Everyone except Lucian, and the creature
was still ridiculously hostile towards him. Fortunately, for Kraven,
the feeling only lasted a couple of seconds.
"Well you will try at least," Lucian corrected, walking forward with a
key. "But it is to be expected from the likes of you." He wasn't
entirely sure what a vampire bite would do to his already chaotic
system. It wasn't likely to be good, but that didn't stop him from
freeing the light wrist.
To his surprise, Kraven did nothing. He merely remained where he was,
the blue gaze fading to the calm dark globes that the vampire usually
sported. Kraven sighed a little and closed his eyes, signaling the
vampire was indeed too weak to put up much of a fight.
Lucian snatched up the third bag of blood. "Bring the blanket over.
Kraven, I want you to drink this. We're going to cover you completely
in this blanket and take you out of here. It is very, very important
that you not fight me on this and don't struggle or thrash when we are
moving? Do you understand?"
Kraven's eyes opened again, eyeing Lucian warily as he took the bag and
hesitantly, with no small amount of grace and dignity, began to drain
its contents. "Why?" he hissed.
The lycan's eyebrow raised. "Answers later, obedience now," came the
When no retort came, the lycans proceeded with care and wariness. Once
Kraven was wrapped liberally with the dark garment, Lucian made sure
the strongest of the two carried him. "Do not drop him under any
circumstances. I do not care if you get shot at or attacked. I will
take care of it but do not dare drop him. Understood?"
One nod was given and the four of them were on the move again. All
around them, was silence.
The gunfight had stopped even before they entered the tunnel, and
leaving through the entrance they entered was not an option. It had
been a considerable risk for the vampires to attack so near sunlight,
and naturally, they would not chance an extra minute with such a lethal
consequence at stake. This meant that if the human hunters had any
amount of strength left, they might be watching the area again.
Lucian's eyes peered through the darkness, motioning for the others to
follow as they crept onward. Hairs on the back of his neck stood tall.
He could feel there were still enemies near and that they maybe down in
the darkness with them.
He raised a hand to silence him. "Do you hear that...?"
A small round object dropped near their feet. Lucian moved on instinct,
slamming open a side door and throwing the other two through it just in
time to hear the thing go off right behind him. It sent him to the
floor in a heap, the blast of flame burning through the tunnel they
managed to just escape from. Gunshots could be heard and pierced the
cold stone as the lycan leader rose to his feet.
Lucian grabbed their coats and lifted them both to their feet once the
stones stopped falling around and behind them. "Move!"
His guards did, without question and still clutching the bundle he
entrusted them with.
He drew his gun and turned around, firing behind them blindly as he
followed. "Do not look back. Take the east exit to the car. If I am not
there in five minutes, go." Lucian growled his orders lowly and turned
into yet another side passage, grabbing a handful of gas grenades he
The best thing about human enemies was that the little things
still killed them with little harm done to either immortal. With a bit
too much pleasure, he threw the things behind him and ran only a few
feet before the smoke began to fill the room. Soon, coughing could be
Had there been more time, he would have tried to grab a prisoner to
interrogate. At the very least, get a chance to look at their weaponry
and discover if they came prepared to hunt vampire or lycan.
Unfortunately, Kraven's presence in a car during the day made the risk
too great. If the battle was taken to the vehicle, there was a good
chance any damage would lead to his destruction. With a snarl, he fled
his now useless hideout.
The sunlight annoyed his eyes as he stepped out of the underground lair
but he was glad to see it. There wouldn't be much time to enjoy the
sunlight with the likes of Kraven around, and it seemed as more time
passed by, the deeper in hiding he had to go. To his knowledge, their
vampire enemies were still not aware he even lived.
As he approached the car, he overheard a conversation that infuriated
"I told you not to get to rough. Damn it. Are you sure you didn't kill
"Of course not. He was squirming. I had no choice. What if Lucian
doesn't make it? What are we supposed to do with him anyway."
"Lucian will make it. We'll stay as long as it takes and at least get
the body. I'll be damned if he goes down on my watch."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Without Lucian... there is no reason to let it live."
Lucian opened the door, glowering at both the young Lycans. "I am not
certain what angers me more. That you would ignore my orders or simply
dispatch of your charge at whim without me around."
He cut them both off and raised his hand. "I wouldn't say anything to
me right now. Go, take us out of here to site D." Lucian settled in the
back of the car, placing a hand on Kraven's covered, still form. There
was no need to check on the vampire just yet. His guards were young,
impatient, and infuriating but still competent. There were days,
however, he sure missed Raze.
It took a few hours to drive to their destination for it was outside
any city limits and marked only by a small farmhouse and fields of
wheat above ground; the true beauty was beneath it. No one new of this
hideout except a select few lycans, not even Selene or Michael. He had
no intention of telling them either. Despite the truce between a number
of lycans and vampires, the distrust remained even amongst allies. He'd
lived too long himself to ever trust a vampire again, at least not in
the near future.
The field work was done by hired human help with one lycan who would
appear once in awhile to distribute checks. Otherwise, the few locals
knew little about the owner of the land and had no idea how many people
had gathered there at one time or another. Most of whom were dead now,
thanks to the vampires.
Kraven was locked in Lucian's room, so the lycan to took a seat
in a large chair in the sitting room where many bookcases filled with
old tomes dwelled. He barely got past two pages before slumber claimed
As he requested, Lucian was awakened shortly before sunset, giving him
time to shower and take a few minutes to survey the area and make
certain all was as it should be. His bodyguards were taxing but loyal
which meant they actually took the extra precautions necessary with
keeping a live vampire captive for a prolonged period of time. Lucian
had planned for this long ago. He expected Kraven to break their deal,
but not nearly at the moment he did. After all, why kill the only
person in the place that wasn't out to kill you? That sort of logic...
still didn't settle well. Just the same, he had the darts. It was a
garlic solution he and Singe had worked on together. Its affects were
not pleasant, for the vampire, but turned out to be merely a strong
sedative. Not useful in lethal combat... but when it came to
trigger happy lycan guards... probably the only way to ensure Kraven's
life. The vampire was destined to do something stupid. He could feel it.
Downing a large quantity of water, Lucian entered his chambers were
Kraven had been placed. It was a large chamber with one window nearly
12 feet up that allowed light in. It had been barred up long ago, a
minor obstacle for a changed lycan, and now sealed to prevent even a
ray of sunlight in. His bed was king-sized and in the middle with a
canopy. It seemed strange to some, that the male leader of the lycan's
had a black bed with a matching canopy, but those who knew him well,
like Raze had, knew that Sonja had liked them. That was reason enough
He moved to the refrigerator, checking the supply of blood there. It
was low, and would not be easy to obtain more. A concern to deal with
later. His fresh meat was there also, and the freezer next to it held
much more. If they squeezed it, he wondered, would it be enough for one
vampire. A smile formed. Kraven would certainly have something to say
about that sort of cuisine.
Speaking of Kraven... The vampire lay on the bed, eyes closed, still
loosely wrapped in the blanket that saved his life while they fled the
old hide-out. Unlike werewolves, the vampires looked dead during their
day sleep. Not a motion, not breath, not so much as a stir when
touched. The whole ordeal was still puzzling to him, but he knew that
it was a lure of some kind. Like some internal clock that enacted
instinct to rest when the sun rose. Some vampires, many, could avoid
the call for many, many hours even if they could not avoid the danger.
A weak one... or one not used to hardship, could not.
Lucian took a seat on the bed, running his fingers through the silky
dark hair. Kraven was both, he thought. Softened by the world of luxury
he built in Viktor's absents, weak from lack of nourishment of which,
he had to admit, was regrettable. It would make this reunion far more
difficult than it had to be. He looked young like this... vulnerable.
He withdrew his hand when Kraven stirred a little, breath returning to
his unnecessary but functioning lungs and cold eyes revealing
"Lucian," Kraven's eyes narrowed as he pulled away, looking around the
room, eyeing the many bookcases and small light coming from the
back-corner bathing room. "Where the hell am I?"
"Safe, that should be good enough for you."
Kraven moved quickly but Lucian was faster, more experienced. He had
the vampire's wrist and was spinning him around before he got one-inch
from the bed, certainly not even close to the door. "Before you think
about trying to bite me Kraven, and wondering if it would even work, I
would like to remind you that a lycan's bite is not nearly as
pleasant... and if you keep this up, I will be in a bad mood shortly."
The vampire swallowed nervously and did not pull away again. "What do
you want from me Lucian?"
Lucian tilted his head and smiled a little. "I think you will be
Kraven lowered his eyes and looked away. Lucian loved it when he did
that, a minute show of submission. Even if more temporary than he even
thought... it was lovely. He maintained his grip. "You look pale, come,
there is blood here for you."
There was no resistance as they walked to the refrigerator and the
lycan leader pulled out a bag, handing it to the uncertain vampire.
Kraven took it, hunger in his eyes though he seemed still hesitant.
"This is ours... Do you have something to restore the bags? They keep
better that way."
"You need to drink it all Kraven, regain your strength, sate your
That damn near snarl formed on the vampire's face and Lucian had half a
mind to slap it off for all the conceit that came with it.
"It is better to have half of what you need for two days than all of
what you need for one day and none the next."
This made Lucian pause as he studied Kraven's expression. Now, he
seemed... guarded again. "You've gone without before." It wasn't a
Kraven took a seat on the bed since the only chair had books stacked on
it. "Not as a vampire. Thanks to you, I have that experience now too."
Thanks to him? Thanks to him Kraven was still alive! Patience... Lucian
reminded himself, to keep from shouting. "And I already have others
working to ensure that does not happen again," he assured.
"Forgive me if I do not believe..."
"Forgive you!" Lucian did shout this time. "Is it forgiveness you
really seek? Is it Kraven. Forgiveness for what, your betrayal,
sentencing me to death, failing to keep Viktor in check... just how far
back do you want me to go with this forgiveness? I'll forgive you when
I am good and ready to," he snarled a little. When he reached to grab
something under the bed, Kraven actually shrank back. His now clouded
eyes narrowed a little as he proceeded to grab a box and placed it on
the bed. "Get dressed and drink. We've an important place to go
tonight. And I swear to you vampire, if you misbehave, if you cross me
even a little tonight, forget what Marcus wants to do with you because
it will pale in comparison to me. Even Viktor would be proud."
Kraven's eyes widened but he said nothing and Lucian left.
He closed the door and smiled. That should have gotten his attention at
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It took awhile for Lucian to regain his temper enough to get dressed
and check on his guards. They both glanced at him but were clearly more
intent on eating then taking orders from him.
Lucian scowled a little. "Be cleaned up in ten minutes. We have a
meeting to attend to."
His reward for his efforts were a couple of grunts and a nod. Not to be
discouraged by the discourteous nature of the youth, Lucian merely went
to his armory in preparation. He grabbed a second gun and loaded it
with a few darts of garlic mixture . Somehow, it seemed important that
he have this on his person as well as his two guards, just in case.
The former lycan leader walked down the hall and opened the door to his
room, prepared for the worst.
To his surprise, Kraven still sat on the bed, but dressed as
ordered in a sleek royal purple shirt with a collar, and loose fitting
black slacks. He didn't know why he picked it out but after the mess
Kraven fell into during the battle, the vampire needed something clean
until they could shop for him properly. Kraven did not look at him or
indicate he was noticed.
Lucian smiled a bit. Was this progress? "You look nice Kraven."
"Is that important?" came a cautious almost snide reply.
"Only to me," he retorted. "Need I remind you that everyone else has
more painful and permanent desires for you?"
Kraven's cool eyes regarded him sharply. "No you do not."
Lucian offered him a hand. "Good. Come with me. I am expected
Kraven hesitantly took his hand. "Where are we going?"
"That is none of your concern. All you need to know is we will be back
well before sunrise." He didn't wait for a response and tugged the
vampire along with him down the hall, pleased to see his bodyguards
appropriately dressed and groomed in their casual suits for the event.
Before long, the small band was on the road and leaving the hidden lair
Kraven sat beside him, uncomfortably and in silence, glancing at the
three lycans near him as if they were sprung traps waiting to be
setoff. It was amusing really. Lucian realized he should have had his
guards sit up front with the driver to ease the vampire's wariness, but
that would require an argument that was better left unspoken in front
of a forced guest.
They drove for just about an hour, when they reached a large gate.
There his driver entered the code, and they began their ten minute
journey to the sizable house.
There was nothing particularly ancient about the dwelling here but it
was old, designed in Victorian style and colored in smooth blues and
dark greys, complete with a stable and barn on one side. You would
never have guessed a Lycan lived there from the looks of it, and the
vampires never did. Despite his gruff manners, violent tendencies and
complete lack of general diplomacy, Feran had a rather delicate tastes.
Lucian waited for the other three to leave the car and grabbed Kraven's
wrist securely when the vampire began to exit. "Kraven, remember what I
warned you about. Hold your tongue and behave. Is that understood?"
Kraven nodded. "I don't understand why you had to bring me here..."
"It's not your place to understand." And it wasn't like he could tell
his companion that there was no way Kraven would be allowed to stay at
the farmstead, alone, with only a barred window and locked door to hold
him during the night.
With a growl for emphasis on his warning, Lucian exited first and then
pulled Kraven into the house by the wrist.
Since they were late, the rest of the guests were already seated and
enjoying their wine and meat, looking at him expectantly as he took a
seat. His eyes, instantly met Feran's.
Feran's eyes were like the color of shifting skies, changing from blue
to gray depending on his mood. He was tall, powerfully built, had
blonde hair and was oddly attractive despite the permanent scowl he
Lucian took a drink and leaned back, relaxed. He placed a hand on
Kraven's nervous shoulder and simply looked at the five pairs of eyes
with an odd sort of satisfaction. The conversation to come would be
tiresome. However, after Feran's rise to power, he received Lucian's
blessing and then was promptly put in his place with teeth and claw. It
demonstrated a clear lesson as to why it was important to let a man
relax and recover from a journey before tearing into him in regard to a
failed mission. Fortunately for him, Feran acted like a rampaging
animal when angry, which meant that he was too sloppy and careless in
fighting to realize that Lucian was weak enough to defeat if he used
less brawn and more brain.
Lucian smiled a bit and nodded to the others. "I heard that there was
victory on a boat not long ago. A supply of blood was taken?"
Feran grit his teeth and glowered at his plate, the strain on his
willpower clear. "Selene told me on the phone you were acting a bit
odd, mentioned she thought you might be holding a vampire rather than
turn them over to her or me..." He drew a deep breath. "I don't think
either of us could imagine why you would you would take this piece of
filth anywhere but to the nearest, brightest field you could find and
watch the winds carry his ashes to hell."
Impressive. No real foul language, level tone. Feran was learning.
Lucian leaned forward. "It is my business not yours or hers. My choice,
my prize for the years of bleeding and fighting and plotting to get to
where we are now."
Feran slammed his fist on the table. "He's a traitor, a coward, not fit
"Watch yourself," Lucian warned.
"I'll not have him here, not in my house, not unless I can nail him to
the wall with a stake right through his heart," the younger lycan
growled, his eyes clouding over.
Kraven must have recognized that signal and stood swiftly, causing
every other lycan to do the same, ready to tear him apart should he
make a move. Even his guards reached for their guns.
Lucian remained calm, leadership, after all, was about appearances as
much as anything else. He leaned over, his lips nearly touching
Kraven's ear. "If you think that I am capable of fending off a pack of
lycans from ripping you apart, you are mistaken. They'll not hurt me,
but it wouldn't take much to get past me to get to you. Sit down and
don't move again until I tell you to."
Kraven's hands balled into fist, and he glowered defiantly at the
lycans looking at him with pure hatred. Lifting his chin with no small
amount of pride and dignity, he took a seat as ordered.
Inwardly, Lucian let out a sigh of relief. "We're wasting time on my
personal matters. There are more important things to be discussed. If
you would be so kind to get some blood from storage for my vampire, we
can get to them."
"I am not your..."
Kraven was cut off by Feran's powerful and meaningful growl of warning.
His eyes, storming grey, did not leave Kraven's form though he spoke to
Lucian. "Very well Lucian. For now, I'll let you keep your toy in
peace. This had better not jeopardize the alliance we have with Michael
and Selene and their followers."
"Do not worry about them. I will handle them as I have handled you,"
Lucian remarked with a bit of challenge in his tone. "His presence is
irrelevant, especially considering my minute role in the plans you
three have concocted. You'll forget in a few weeks he is even with me."
It took a few minutes, but the lycans settled back down, the blood was
brought in a goblet for Kraven and they began discussing concerns,
possible recruits and, the more unfortunate topic, lycans who had
Lucian and Feran took two different approaches with those who rebelled
against the idea of a peaceful coexistence with vampires. Both Feran
and Selene were reluctant but skilled at destroying vampires and lycans
who were bent on destroying them all, but when it came to those who
were reluctant to destroy their own race but not the other, the
opinions varied. They couldn't have members who refused to aid half the
team or continued to sabotage the efforts of one race and expect the
alliance to work. Lucian and Selene tried to isolate any currents
members that were a concern and speak with them, sometimes even
imprison them. Catching those not of the alliance who held this
opinion, however, was costly and not often successful. Resources were
as scarce as members and loosing two or three people, vampire or lycan,
in the effort to track down and snag a rogue vampire out to kill only
lycans but who was not loyal to Marcus simply cost too much, and vice
The alternative was death of course, something Feran had no problem
handing out when it came to defined enemies. He had a if they
shoot first, we shoot last policy. Selene and to a lesser extent,
Michael, had sided with this policy so far though neither was entirely
happy with it. Lucian, however, had found more than one target of
theirs to be a misunderstanding. Someone who had no idea what the
current politics were and who was simply following their centuries old
war plan of destroying the other side. They'd not been given a chance
to consider an alternative.
As they spoke about these things, Lucian's mind left the discussion
when his gaze fell on Kraven. The vampire was stiff, his eyes focused
on his empty plate and his goblet of blood untouched. Everything about
his posture suggested the vampire was also not listening.
"Lucian, did you hear me?"
Lucian blinked at Feran. "What?"
He received a growl in reply. "This is important. We're all
wondering... Not everyone here was given a choice about being turned.
Do the vampires give the choice or do they pick at their leisure? Do
they force others to become vampires? If they do, we can find these new
recruits and have them join our side."
Lucian considered the question. "They have more full bloods left than
we do. So you may run into some who were not turned but born as a
vampire. As for the choice... I am not certain anymore. Kraven?"
Kraven's eyes focused slowly, and he glanced at Lucian. "You expect me
to answer that? What exactly do I get for helping you?"
"To live," came a familiar menacing growl. Feran's nails dug into the
Lucian raised a hand to keep the others from becoming equally excited
about the refusal. "It maybe that Kraven doesn't know how the others
were turned in the past or what is most common practice now. He was a
bit... distracted, while ruling." That was putting it lightly. "Perhaps
if you start by explaining your own experience? Your turning and what
He could feel his eyes turn into two daggers of sharp ice, his body
tensing with the want to change and teach his vampire a well deserved
lesson. "Do you remember what I told you, Kraven, before I came here?"
Kraven breathed in sharply. Perhaps there was a war going on in the
vampire, a tug-of-war between putting on a front and realizing how
futile it was to cross the only one in the room who was preventing a
frenzied feeding on vampire. "Yes... I. Lucian, not here. Please. Don't
have me say this hear."
Lucian leaned over, getting closer. "Are you refusing me Kraven?" he
asked quietly. "Here, in front of my peers? Because I just want to be
clear that that is what you are doing."
Kraven swallowed nervously, and whispered back. "I promise to tell you
what you wish to know... but please not here. Not in front of all of
Lucian's doubt was clear, but there was more here he thought he could
gain than more respect from other lycans so he played along, having
every intention of beating the vampire to an inch of his life if he
strayed even an step further in the wrong direction. "I want the answer
here and now, and you will go into details in private... intimate
Kraven looked at him directly this time, his voice a faint whisper.
"Yes... I will tell you as you wish to know... and what I think you
want to know in private. Just... don't force me to go into my private
details in front of these monst... lycans who wish to destroy me."
Lucian grabbed Kraven's neck, drawing a light gasp from the vampire.
"Did you choose to become a vampire?"
The brown eyes looked away. "No, I did not."
Lucian loosed him, looking at the several pairs of eyes on them,
ignoring Feran's displeased gaze. "It would seem that in this case, it
was not voluntary. I will look into the subject more at a later date.
For now, this meeting is over. Feran, I will contact you again shortly."
He stood, grabbed Kraven's wrist and left the table with his two
bodyguards and driver behind him.
Once they were in the car again and leaving the property, he relaxed.
This time he did have his guards sit up front and after the display in
Feran's home, they knew better than to question him while he was...
After several minutes of silence, the lycan rested his hand on the back
of the vampire's neck, massaging the area. "Now doesn't this bring back
memories? Do you recall the last time we were in a car together,
His companion eyed Lucian warily, his fingers moving to the base of his
throat. "Yes," he whispered.
"Good. Then you will remember in close quarters, there is no question
who is alpha. Now, you said you would tell me if I took you some place
private. The windows are up and the driver is on the other side and
taking us home. It is time for you to finally deliver on a
bargain you have made."
Kraven looked away, trying to ignore the hand traveling lightly over
the small hairs of his neck. "I remember the night of my turning, the
fear of it, the uncertainty, the experience itself... my first taste of
blood and the first hunt. All of it, the same night. Mostly, mostly I
remember the night after, the night I was summoned his room. He was so
gentle, so warm... Viktor stroked my hair, kissed my cheeks and eyes,
every little touch was memorable, encouraging. For the first time, I
knew what love should feel like. Not even the brief moment of pain when
he entered me marred the memory." A serene look softened his
The familiar scowl that had become a trademark of this vampire's
persona formed quickly again. "I woke up alone and the night never
repeated itself again. He would go to me often enough. Sometimes in my
room, other times in the study... mostly he liked the hallway, a public
place. The gentleness was gone. It was all about lust... it had been
from the beginning really. I just didn't know it. He had been
fascinated by my looks, my innocence, my body. Once he had taken one
and sampled the others... the interest waned. I tried to regain it
back. Becoming stronger, learning more and more about the ways of the
body to please him." His shining blue eyes seemed to glow as he smiled,
fangs showing. Lucian became cautious. "Cleaned up after his messes and
thought I had a real chance after beating you. Then Selene entered the
picture. He had no use for me in a personal manner any longer. I became
a tool. She became the object of his devotion."
His tone was not bitter nor was it heightened with a great deal of
emotion. Lucian knew better. The Lycan's first mistake was forgetting
that raw emotion and desires were what drove this vampire the most.
Many vampires considered his people the animals, the lower immortal but
Kraven's behavior in the end showed him to be far more animalistic,
like a cornered beast lashing out at all those who were near him
regardless of circumstances. My though, those blue eyes were gorgeous
on him. "And yet you became infatuated with her?"
"Selene?" Kraven snarled, a mixture of anger and hurt. "She should have
been with me. By all rights there was no reason..."
"Kraven!" Lucian interrupted. Not wanting him to rant on about her,
again. "Why, just tell me why?"
"All you need to know is that vampires have a certain charm. A turned
vampire is not necessarily easy pickings for you and your pack of
dogs." Kraven pulled away in an act of defiance. "Why should I tell you
anything more? You almost let me starve twice and..."
"And you shot me in the back, and then several more times. That silver
ever courses through my veins Kraven. If anyone deserves vengeance it
is me." He warned. "You have made enemies on all sides... Do you wish
to be alone in every since of the word?"
Surprise entered those usually cold eyes, and slowly they returned to
their calm, darker shade. "I knew that whoever Selene chose to be with
would be real. Everything she did was real... I wanted something real."
"You had that one... the blonde..."
Kraven raised his hand in annoyance. "She would have chosen anyone in
my place, anyone with power. I wanted to be someone's first chose. . I
wanted to be..." The vampires voice softened and seemed sad.
"Special to someone," Lucian concluded for him. "Did it never occur to
you that I let you live for a reason Kraven?"
A soft snicker sounded. "Of course it did. I was vulnerable, alone...
easy pickings. Death or betrayal. Perfect for our plan."
Kraven's tone was so disrespectful it almost anger Lucian but he tried
very hard to keep his tone, comforting. "What I wanted Kraven, was for
both of our species. Not just you, and not just me. Peace, a joining.
That war continues, but there is hope even with these human hunters in
the way. With Selene and Michael and their allies..."
"Michael," Kraven hissed angrily. "If it were not for him..."
Lucian rolled his eyes. He couldn't help it. "Will you get over her? If
Michael had not shown up, I assure you she would not have suddenly seen
the light and gone to you." The condescending tone came naturally
before he could stop himself. "It was an obsession and lust and the
desire to love Kraven. Not love. Do not mistake the difference."
Kraven glowered at him. "I would shoot you again in a second Lucian."
He laughed. "Well if I blocked your escape again I imagine you would.
And since I do, believe me I am prepared." His eyes shown with
amusement. "Always so angry and so wanting and when not those two
things, frightened. It is beautiful to watch Kraven. Truly beautiful."
Lucian pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to his vampire. "I
have gift for you Kraven. And make no mistake, you are here because I
did chose to bring you here rather than slay you in your flight, upset
"I was not...."
Lucian leaned forward, his fingers curling a little. "Your eyes were
distant and glistening, the entire world you knew was crumbling down
around you. You had been and were going to be crying. Now stop this
silly rant and open the damn present."
Kraven gripped the brown paper. "You demanded I tell you. I was not
"Open the present," Lucian growled deeply.
Kraven barred his fangs a bit but complied, opening the present and
frowned at its contents. "A watch?"
"No, it is a tracking device. Put it on."
The vampire turned away from him but placed it on his wrist. "It's
"It will allow me to find you should something... happen."
Kraven smirked. "Who is being ridiculous now. If my enemies find me
Lucian, it will be a sudden death."
Lucian looked out the window. Not likely, he thought, it would be long
and painful. If Kraven didn't realize that now, all he had to do was
read a few of the communications they intercepted.
As they pulled back into the familiar farmstead Kraven broke a settling
silence with a question Lucian felt too eager to answer. "If I am
sleeping in your room, where are you going to be..."
Damn, his expression must have given him away because a look of pure
horror dominated Kraven's rather fine features. "No! I will not lie
with a lycan."
Lucian stepped stretched his neck and vacated the vehicle without a
word. He helped Kraven out of the car and back into the house, almost
disappointed Kraven didn't make a run for it. Then again, he figured
the vampires distaste for lycans was all show really, and now that they
were no longer on forced opposing sides, it was unnecessary.
Tonight, he planned on showing Kraven just how unnecessary it was and
dispel a lot of myths the vampires told.
Lucian watched Kraven from the bed, his mouth etched in a sly smirk.
The vampire paced back and forth, facing the wall and refusing to look
at him. His body was stiff, his hands balled into fist, you'd think he
was about to be beaten from the way this vampire behaved. He still
remembered the first time he laid eyes on him, during the bloody battle
of his soon to be destroyed fortress. Every vampire in the place looked
for him, trying to destroy him at least as the tides turned against
them. But when Kraven turned the corner and found himself face to face
with the lycan leader, a look of pure horror formed.
He must have appeared ghastly by then, blood of friend and foe clinging
to his fur, gaping jaw filled with flesh. Kraven became frozen,
terrified and with that look of desperation he still carried once in
awhile. Had it been any other lycan, the vampire would have been torn
to shreds before the next blink of an eye. But he knew the signs of an
untried fighter in the midst of great violence and had approached him
slowly, easily taking that sword from the vampire without so much as a
Their eyes met, and both knew the vampire forces were vanquished.
Kraven had looked away then, for the first time, that almost delicate
drop of the eyes. Whispered the word please.
There would have been nothing stopping him then. Kraven became his for
the taking, his body, his life. He wound up demanding his loyalty and
aid instead. Now here they were, years of violence and short meetings
later, both striving for their own wants which ultimately led to
betrayal... here they were again, back to where they started... almost.
"Kraven," he voiced softly, patting the blankets near him. "Come to
The vampire hissed, refusing to look at him still. "I'll not lie with
Lucian chuckled. He couldn't help it. "That was rather racist of you
Kraven. After all these years, you still think we are filthy dogs?"
"You've never seen vampires tear each other apart over an argument or
just for sport."
"They haven't caught you yet..."
An uneasy silence filled the room.
Naturally, Lucian broke it though he tried to be more tactful this
time. "You will wind up in this bed Kraven. Eventually the Sun sleep
will win, and I will simply pick you up and be done with it."
Kraven shuddered and breathed in deeply. "If I do as you want... What
would it take to have you use oil or ointment or something?"
Lucian frowned a bit. "Kraven turn around, look at me."
It took a minute, maybe even two, before his companion complied. The
dark brown eyes did not meet his gaze directly, but the uncertainty and
fear dancing in them shown clear... as well as the look of defeat. The
last proved nearly heart wrenching for the lycan. Lucian held his hand
out. "Come here."
Kraven walked to the bed, taking a seat, doing his best to set his chin
and look proud as the soft fingers touched Lucian's hand.
He smiled a little, caressing the knuckles. "If you think that you must
somehow please me to gain consideration Kraven, there is much about me
you do not know."
Kraven sneered, and he knew something rude would soon to follow. "I did
not think that you would be even tempted by a sleeping vampire. You
screw corpses too?"
Lucian growled. "Get out of your clothes, now."
Kraven flinched and hurriedly did as requested, trying to keep his
trembling fingers still.
Once he was naked, Lucian barely gave him a glance which seemed to
cause Kraven to blush, perhaps in shame. He simply lifted
the blankets and waited.
"I saw some conditioner in the bathroom..."
"Just get in the bed," Lucian snarled in annoyance.
Kraven dragged his feet a little, but eventually he climbed into the
bed and turned away from Lucian, hugging the covers tightly.
Lucian wrapped his arms around Kraven and pulled him snugly against his
chest. Silence claimed the room again. This time, it remained.
For the longest time, Lucian did nothing, said nothing, only held
Kraven's naked body against him as if it were nothing. In truth, he
wasn't completely sure how to proceed. He knew what the vampire
expected, and even played along purposely. However, his sigh of relief
did not come until he felt Kraven's body go still and the sleep took
"Kraven," he whispered softly, kissing the vampire's neck. "What am I
going to do with you...?"
The first breath of a vampire awakening from Sun sleep was always the
most difficult. No matter how many times he awoke, his lungs simply did
not enjoy refreshing themselves after that many hours of disuse.
He blinked a little, sighing a bit as his body stretched, slowly
recalling where he dwelled. A bed, naked in a bed but who's... Lucian.
The air caught in his throat. Had he, had they...? No, no he would have
remembered that and there would have been some leftover sensation,
Kraven sat-up, rubbing his eyes a little and looked over at the lycan
breathing softly beside him. "I don't understand," he whispered
quietly. "Why didn't you just do it?" His dark eyes roamed over
Lucian's sleeping features. He looked rather tame like this, not at all
dangerous really. Almost as deceptive as a vampire's appearance. Now
would be a good chance to kill him... not even a lycan could respond
with perfect swiftness. But his heart ached for something else,
Carefully, Kraven reached over, his fingers just brushing against
Lucian's cheek when a strong hand suddenly grasped his wrist, and
Lucian's eyes opened, peering at him intensely.
The vampire didn't move; he simply gazed into those dark eyes, finding
them impassive almost cold although they were not yet housing a
Lucian spoke after a few more moments of silence. "It's not something
you can understand Kraven. It must be experienced."
Kraven hesitated, not knowing what to say although he knew what he
wanted. Tears formed, and he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I've
lost everything. I was so close... so close and now, not even the
clothes I wear are my own."
Oddly enough, Lucian smiled and yet his voice remained warm. "But your
jewelry remains, see?"
Kraven blinked a little and looked down at his ring. Lucian teased him.
The unexpected gesture actually drew a smile, and he couldn't help but
laugh a little. "Yes, I suppose there is that." He went quiet, watching
Lucian's fingers cover his. Take a risk, his soul whispered. "Lucian..."
A single finger pressed against his lips and stopped him. "You need to
drink Kraven. You're pale, and you still look tired."
Kraven smiled weakly. "Really, it doesn't take much to sustain vampire.
I know the supply is..."
"It's fine," Lucian interrupted, rolling out of bed and moving to the
refrigerator. He reached in and grabbed a bag of blood and returned to
the bed. "I did not help you Kraven to watch you starve nor put you on
diet. You were at the meeting, Feran grabbed a shipment from a boat
heading to another coven. For now, it is fine."
For now. How could that not make him worry? He looked away. "I am not
Lucian spoke again, this time, he was so close Kraven could feel the
breath against his neck. "Then drink it for me."
Breath caught in Kraven's throat and he took the bag from his
companion's hand. Without a word, but with his eyes locked with
Lucian's, he sank his fangs into the defenseless plastic and began to
drain the contents within.
Lucian's warm hand reached across the tiny amount of space between them
and caressed his cheek, that simple gesture sending a thrill through
"Don't stop," came a quiet command.
He obeyed, his eyes partially closing as he drank.
Warm fingers brushed against his neck and shoulders and lifted to cup
his ear. He heard his heart pound loudly, and as the last of the
blood vanished from its plastic prison, Lucian's voice sounded again.
The lycan took the bag away, and when Kraven opened his eyes he fond
himself gazing into the large attentive globes. "Lucian," he began
softly, "Would you... I mean... If you could," Kraven found it very
difficult to explain, to ask. "I was hoping you might show me..."
Lucian cut him off with a warm, gentle kiss, the likes of which Kraven
had not experienced before.
Kraven blinked a bit and actually felt himself blush a little when the
lycan's thumb brushed against his cheek. "Lucian... everyone I have
ever loved has never returned the sentiment... not remotely. I... I can
sleep with you, and care for you but please..." He closed his eyes
again and took a deep breath. "Don't let me fall for you if... if..."
"Kraven..." Lucian murmured. "Are you seeking a declaration of love
Just then the door opened and one of the lycans walked in with a silver
tray loaded with a wine bottle, two goblets and food.
Really, he had only two choices: to stand there and realize how
ridiculous it was for him to expect that much from Lucian, or make a
dash for it.
He moved faster than he had ever done before. Leaping off the bed and
knocking the other lycan against the wall as he made it out the door...
and not a step further.
Lucian snarled, his growls low and his body pinning Kraven against the
hallway wall. His cheek pressed against the cold rough stone, and
Kraven could barely see what was happening. Lucian's angry voice filled
the area but, surprisingly enough, it was not directed at him. Instead,
the leader's wrath bellowed upon his fellow lycan who lay sprawled in
the doorway wearing a lot of food and glass.
"Can you not follow one damn order? I said I would come out and get it!
You realize what you almost did." Lucian's tone seemed mixed now,
tainted with a hint... of fear?
His guard hung his head and began gathering the broken glass and trying
to clean up. "I thought you might prefer..."
Lucian breathed in deeply. "Just go. No... leave it. Just go."
The other lycan stood, brushed himself off and hurried down the hall.
Kraven remained put, realizing his body had begun to tremble. He was
afraid. His escape attempt failed... and Lucian had not stopped
He didn't know how long they stood there like that, in the hallway,
bodies pressed together and against the wall but it had to be a
considerable amount of time. Unable to stand the silence any longer, he
broke it. "I can, I can clean that up," the vampire offered quietly.
Lucian's hands moved down Kraven's sides to his waist where he was
gripped and then spun around to face the angry lycan head on... only,
Lucian didn't look that angry anymore.
"You can't run from everything Kraven, not even if its hard. Come, its
more private in my room."
Kraven hesitantly returned to the large room and then took a seat on
the bed, grabbing a pillow to nervously toy with as he waited. "I
don't... don't expect love from you."
Lucian closed the door and locked it securely. "Of course you don't
Kraven. It seems as if you do not believe yourself worthy of it... and
your idea of love is... different than most people's. Its not a prize
Kraven, nor something you have to be victorious to gain." He took a
seat near Kraven and looked him in the eyes, those brown globes
unwavering, warm. "I want to make love to you vampire, feel you, pet
you, touch you in places that are unknown to the eye, hold you close to
me. But how can I when you see everything as a ploy? When you go from
blushing at my touch to fleeing from me as fast as you can to even
cowering against me waiting to see how badly I will hurt you for
Kraven lowered his eyes, and oddly enough, he felt sorrow and regret.
"I don't know how to be different. There was an opening and I went for
it. The idea of staying and hearing you say that... of answering your
question it. I couldn't face that. I felt too..."
"Ashamed," he retorted but not angrily. "I should never have tried to
get you say it. We don't even know each other. We are enemies."
Lucian smirked and covered Kraven's fidgeting fingers with his own calm
hand. "We're not enemies Kraven, and I do know you. I keep trying to
tell you that. I know you, I know how you are and I still want you. I
want to show you so much."
Kraven shook his head. "If you knew me, you wouldn't have trusted me.
You wouldn't have looked so surprised when I shot you."
"Well," again the lycan smiled and he found it odd. "Well you did
surprise me the first time but the second... now that was predictable.
After all, I shoved a large amount of steel through your leg. And I
didn't trust you Kraven. I had plans... very elaborate plans actually
to make you mine. It appeared I simply miscalculated a few things."
Kraven relaxed his hold on the pillow and inquired a bit, curiously.
"You had... had plans for us?"
Lucian's fingers brushed against Kraven's cheek again, a soft gentle
touch that left him feeling breathless. "Oh yes. I began seeing past
the achievement of my goals and what I desired next?"
"A vampire lover?"
"You." Lucian smiled a little. "How many times do I have to say it
Kraven, how many ways must I show it. Do I need to save your life
again, perhaps show you the enemies that I willing keep at bay for
you.. Perhaps you would wish..."
"Make love to me," Kraven interrupted with a soft voice and words that
surprised even him. "I don't know when you became attracted to me since
you could barely stand the sight of me during most our meetings...
but..." The words spilled out; this time he didn't even try to think
before he spoke them.
"I couldn't stare at you too long Kraven, or I would not have had the
strength to send you back into that den of enemies you lived in. Viktor
destroyed someone he loved, someone I loved, and he barely valued you
Kraven drank in this information, his eyes meeting Lucian's gaze again,
this time intent on holding it. "You achieved your goal right... that
makes it worth it I guess. Your dream... realized."
Lucian reached out and pushed him back to lie upon the bed. The
lycan crawled over him and ran his fingers through Kraven's raven hair.
"Now it is realized... yes. Before I met you Kraven... there was an
ending to my goal... and nothing else."
The vampire licked his lips, feeling Lucian's hand run up his inner
thigh. "And now?"
"There's you," he replied simply.
Their lips met in a passionate tangle of tongues and moans.
Kraven let this doubts slip behind his wall of reservation and warmed
to the body pressing against him. His fingers moved down Lucian's
strong back, coaxing the lycan out of his shirt.
Lucian kissed him twice more and then spoke. "Mmm, wait right here."
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling the bile of fear chill his
heart and all the anxieties he tried to quash rose again. "Don't go..."
"Shhh," his captor whispered, stroking his cheek gently. "I just need
to get to the dresser drawer. I promise."
After a deep breath, Kraven nodded. "All right." He watched Lucian's
Lucian returned to the bed shortly with a small jar in his hand and a
gentle kiss rewarding Kraven for his patience. He then ran those strong
slightly calloused hands over Kraven's smooth skin, making him shiver
"This is not a bargain Kraven, not for your safety or your comfort or
your blood... You will get those things from me without ever consenting
to my bed." Warm air graced his ear, and Kraven felt he was in some
sort of blissful haze. "I do love you Kraven. And I want this only if
"I do," he nearly sobbed but managed to hold the tears back. So much of
himself would be exposed to this lycan... already was. The hurt that
might come crashing down upon him should this be another plan, another
His eyes focused and he fond himself falling into the warm depths of
his former ally's warm gaze.
"Then let it go... and just be with me Kraven."
The vampire closed his eyes and nodded, his fingers lifting to caress
Lucian's cheek as they pursued a passionate kiss.
Hands roamed over his body, gentle touches that awoke his body wherever
they went. Kraven actually whimpered when their lips parted, and he
hissed as those strong fingers moved up his inner thigh and just
brushed against the aroused flesh nestled in a dark forest.
"It's all right," Kraven breathed. "You can go faster, I can handle it."
Lucian wedged his knee between Kraven's thigh and covered him with his
warm weight, his lips nipping at the younger immortal's throat. "I am
not interested in handling you my precious vampire. I've waited
centuries for this moment, and I'll not hurry it."
Kraven drew a shuddering breath, trying hard not to squirm while
Lucian's fingers stroked and pulled at his aching flesh. A part of him,
wanted the lycan to hurry up, another part remained curious as to what
Lucian had in mind.
The caressing continued, a series of feather light touches moving down
his thick sex, fingers massaging his sacs and a warm body pressing him
against the bed. Only this time, Kraven did not feel trapped and
pinned, but secure and wanted.
Probing fingers moved to his entrance, slick with whatever lubrication
Lucian had hidden in that jar, it smelled sweet and felt... cool.
"Lucian," he gasped quietly, another finger entering his body,
stretching his tight passageway.
"How long has it been?" Lucian asked softly and maneuvered Kraven's
body so he was lifted partially off the bed, his smooth rear exposed.
Gods, Kraven thought, finding it hard to concentrate with all this heat
and sensation causing his body to tingle. What was with all the
questions? "I..." He breathed in quietly, and tried again. "Awhile...
actually, I do mostly women now."
Lucian kissed his neck, the warm lips relaxing him slowly. "After
Viktor... I can imagine why."
"It wasn't just him," Kraven responded immediately, without thought.
"Others were also... unkind..." His voice trailed of and he felt it,
the large object probing his heated passageway.
"Not anymore, not ever again," Lucian whispered, pressing into him with
a slowness that made Kraven whimper.
It seemed to take an eternity for the hard mass to ease its way into
his body. Lucian, like many lycans, proved to be well endowed, but the
gentleness in which he took Kraven, surprised him. Twice, he tried to
hurry the process, lifting his body from the bed and clutching the
lycan's hips to pull him closer. Each time, however, Lucian stopped
him, even lifted each hand and kissed his knuckles, pausing to pet him,
caress his heated flesh tenderly until Kraven found his lust calmed and
patient again. His fingers balled into fist, his nails cutting into his
palm and alas, Lucian settled deep inside him.
A series of wonderfully light kisses befell him, to his chest, to his
neck followed by the circling of a tongue around each nipple. All the
while, Lucian did not move, displaying an amount of self control that
would awe anyone.
"Please," Kraven whispered softly, his eyes closing as he arched off
the bed ever so slightly.
"As you wish, beloved," Lucian murmured, a hint of a smile coloring his
tone. His thrusts began, slowly of course, but not lacking power. Each
time he pulled back, he would thrust forward again to the same
thrilling depth that he ended with during the first stroke.
They moved together, slowly and gradually finding the harmony that
forms when two heated bodies meet in a mutual union of passion and
desires of love. At some point, Kraven's world became but a vision of
Lucian, and the wonderful things that this lycan did to his body.
Perhaps, the nipping at the neck and the strong fingers bruising his
skin around his waist proved a rather rough experience to that of many
vampire lovers, even the rapid pace seemed... feral... but he loved it.
Not once did he feel less, or a mere object to the lust of this
magnificent man. Not once was he frightened.
What started out slow, became a mixture of loving touches and primal
needs. Lucian's thick member burrowed into his body, stretched his
innards again and again, forcing a whimper from his lips.
"I love you, Kraven," a warm voice whispered against his ear, and
against his neck and against his chest. Those precious words repeated
softly and never lost their potency.
"Take me," Kraven began in a raspy voice. "Take me to bliss Lucian...
and don't let go."
"Never, never let go," Lucian returned. And then the man, he arched
back and howled that powerful howl that all vampires had learned so
well to fear or hunt... a sound that left him breathless, slightly
afraid but captivated.
Commanding fingers held him fast, and Lucian thrust into him again, in
a frenzy that rocked the bed and left Kraven glistening in a light
sheen. He hissed a little, holding fast to his lover, was nearly lost
to the animalistic nature of their bedding if it were not for the
oddly, tender kisses and nudging Lucian did against his neck and soft
skin just behind his ear.
Heavy sacs slapped against his rear, and they grew in size, housing his
lover's passion. Soon... He exercised the inner muscles of his body,
clamping around the thick member moving in and out of him, biting his
lip from the pain and pleasure of it all, and crying out softly when
the hot fluid splashed inside him.
And for the first time, a lover whispered his name, lovingly, against
his ear in the throws of passion.
Lucian did not stop immediately, and kept claiming his body even as the
flesh softened slowly. His fingers relaxed and Kraven found himself
pulled into a fulfilling kiss. His strong hand slipped between them,
and grasped Kraven's still hard flesh, pumping it steadily while
smiling down at him.
Kraven moaned and softly, his eyes closing and body arching, reacting
weakly to the stimulation for it still recovered from the wonderful
ache that came from recently joining with another male.
This portion of their love making remained gentle throughout, and at
some point, Lucian began speaking to him. Kraven became too lost in the
pleasure to understand what was being said, but he relished the gentle
tone and stroking. A few sudden, firm pulls and he came, crying out
quietly and clutching Lucian to him while his hips thrust against his
Gently, Lucian led him down from the orgasm and they kissed again,
petting and moving on the bed until both finally sighed; their eyes met.
Lucian stroked his cheek then. "Rest Kraven. I will watch over you."
Kraven closed his eyes wearily and held fast to Lucian's hand.
"Please... be here when I awaken."
He didn't stay awake long enough to hear the response.
Lucian knew that Kraven rested in exhaustion, not so much physical as
it was emotional. This vampire had lived in such deceit, so many power
struggles that he must have lost sight of himself along the way. The
worst part was, Lucian had more than a little bit of the blame in this.
No matter, Kraven stayed safe here now and that was all that mattered.
He had to wait till the sun rise before he could reluctantly part from
Kraven. The lycan leader walked down the halls to where his two guards
often played cards and amused themselves with TV or other oddities they
The one stood instantly. "Lucian. I am so sorry. I was just trying... I
thought it would be more convenient if..."
Lucian opened their refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer, looking at
the two lycans without a word. He replied, after some time.. "I
understand what you were trying to do and why you did it. You will not
be punished for it."
"But you were so angry. I thought..." He still looked doubtful of
"I was... terrified," the older lycan clarified, recalling that moment
of white fear that had washed over him. "You do not understand... what
you almost did."
They both looked confused. "We're not that short of supplies. I can get
another glass... more wine. The cuts... there's not..."
Lucian sighed heavily and took a seat, encouraging the other two to sit
across from him. "I appreciate your sacrifice, your loyalty no matter
how bumbling it is at times." He shook his head again smiling but once
more tried to seriously explain. "You just do not understand what will
happen if Kraven gets loose and our enemies get to him before we can
His fingers tightened on the glass bottle in his hand. "I've lost one
love to ashes before, to these monstrous vampires. I'll not loose this
one too. Not because he becomes so uncertain that he does something as
innocent as running away from me in an emotional moment. It's a luxury
he can't afford... but I am the one level headed enough to realize
that, not him. Do you two understand me?"
They drank a bit in silence together when Lucian stood again. "You two
clean up the mess in the room. I am going to shower and keep my
promise. You notice anything unusual, hear anything suspicious at all.
Come get me and for god's sake, stay together. Safety in numbers."
He left the two and took a hot shower, though not even soap and water
could wash away the warm tingle of afterglow that made his heart
sing. And when he returned to see Kraven, sleeping on the bed, he
paused and memorized the sight. Kraven would wake at sundown... and
this time, he would awaken knowing he was loved and that his lover was
right there and there to stay.
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