Master of Obsidian

by Jamie Craig

  Gideon’s lips curled into a hungry snarl, and without breaking his rhythm into Jess, he let go of the leash and pushed up the collar, scraping it across slick skin until the puncture marks from his first bite were exposed. He struck, unerringly and sure, fangs sinking through fragile skin to leave Jess trembling and scorched. His hips jerked only one more time before Jess felt the flood of come coating his ass, blast after blast as Gideon drank as he had promised Jess he would do.

  It didn’t last nearly as long as it had the first time, though it still felt like the room was spinning when Gideon retracted his fangs. Jess was saved from having to be coherent by the coppery press of Gideon’s mouth to his, and he clung to him, momentarily sated and content, as he returned the kiss.

  “Thank you,” Jesse breathed, his lips moving against Gideon’s. “Thank you. That was…really…wonderful.”

  “Just wait. The night’s not over yet.”

  He felt bereft when Gideon pulled away, ready to yank him back and continue the kisses that made the world vanish. But Gideon surprised him by staying pressed to his body, choosing instead only to slide down Jesse’s length. He stopped at his stomach, and Jess gasped at the first touch of Gideon’s tongue. Lifting his head, he watched Gideon eat away every trace of his come. At some point between his lips and his abdomen, Gideon had shifted back to his human visage, and now he nipped at Jesse’s skin with blunt teeth, not stopping even after it was clear. He simply moved lower, pushing Jesse’s knees up to lift his open ass off the couch.

  “Think you can hold back from coming the second I touch you now?” Gideon taunted.

  Jess caught his breath as Gideon’s dark head lowered. The first touch was a gentle swipe around the ring of muscle, soothing some of the burn of being stretched for so long. The second was a long lick up and down the crack, ending with Gideon sucking Jesse’s balls into his mouth. But the third touch was back at his ass, and this time, Gideon clamped his mouth around the hole and sank his tongue inside.

  The ceiling spun around above him, and he gripped the cushion to keep from flying off the couch. If they had been in the privacy of Gideon’s apartment, he would have buried his hand in Gideon’s hair, but as the circle of vampires closed in around them, he decided to keep his hands to himself. Slowly, his blurred vision filled with fangs, flashing yellow eyes, and then cocks. Jesse saw them, but they were inconsequential. Gideon’s fingers were bruising on his thighs, and he thrust his tongue furiously, stoking the fire through his veins until his cock was hard again.

  When Gideon lifted his head, it was both agony and a relief. His ass clenched convulsively as he spied the slight bob of Gideon’s thick cock, but Gideon chose instead to sit back and tuck himself into his leather pants.

  “I’m going to leave the ring off,” he said. His mouth was shiny from the come he’d just licked from Jesse’s ass. Jess couldn’t stop staring at it, wondering if he dared to kiss Gideon and get a taste. “But if you come before I tell you to, you’ll wear it for a week.”

  Jesse nodded. “I understand,” he rasped. It occurred to him that if he could talk the next day, it’d be a bloody miracle. “Gideon…I need…can I use the restroom?”

  Snorts of amusement and a muffled fucking humans drifted to his ears. Gideon ignored all of them and nodded, standing up and holding his hand out expectantly. It took Jess a moment to understand what he wanted, but when he saw the leather leash trailing over the side of the couch, it came together. Silently, he picked it up and held it out.

  “Leave your clothes here,” Gideon instructed, coiling the leash around his hand. “I want everyone to see how well fucked you are while I’m walking you to the bathroom.”

  Jesse shuffled behind Gideon as he slowly guided him through the club. He realized Gideon really was showing off, and they were definitely attracting more attention. Jess didn’t assume they were staring at him, necessarily, not when they could be staring at Gideon. He was shocked by his own lack of shame. He didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious, even when Gideon yanked sharply on the leash and tugged him down a narrow corridor.

  They passed a scrawny girl smoking in the hall, and Gideon jerked his head back toward the main room. She went scurrying off, and they continued forward, stopping when they reached a door near its end.

  “It’s a private bathroom,” Gideon said. “Which means I don’t have to go in with you. But I’m going to wait right outside for you to come out again.” He pushed Jess almost gently into the wall, his fingers gliding along Jesse’s arms. “It’s not safe for me to leave you unprotected.”

  No, it wouldn’t be. Jesse knew full well they’d descend on him like bull sharks on a whale carcass if Gideon left him for a second. As soon as Gideon pulled the door shut, Jesse perched on the edge of the toilet, his hands shaking violently.

  “Oh…shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Jesse murmured. How many times had he nearly blurted that he loved Gideon? How many times? He knew he couldn’t say it, especially not then, and probably not ever. So why did it keep almost happening? And what was wrong with him, that being treated that way, in front of a bunch of blood-thirsty, scary vampires, brought those feelings closer to the surface than any other time?

  Jesse stood up and walked over to the sink. He knew if he wasted too much time, Gideon would come in and drag him out. Hoping Gideon wouldn’t mind, he ran the hot water and washed his hands, arms, and mouth. Not his entire face—no sense in treading too far over the line—but all the dried come and blood around his swollen lips was scrubbed away.

  He looked up and caught sight of his own reflection. He didn’t look like himself. Jesse had never seen that stranger. Maybe it was the stranger who wanted to shout his love for Gideon at the top of his lungs.

  “Say it once, and get it out of your system,” Jesse instructed his reflection. The stranger’s head nodded and whispered, “I love you, Gideon.”

  After splashing his face one more time, he emerged from the small room.

  Gideon seemed to unfold from the darkness, his eyes black pools in his pale face, and stalked toward him to catch the leash that dangled down his chest. Before Jess made a sound, Gideon pushed him against the wall, pinning him with first his hips, then his shoulders, and finally his mouth. It was the kiss Jess had wanted on the couch, the taste of come still strong on Gideon’s tongue, but it was different than the others, purposeful and possessive and leaving Jess shaking long before he pulled away.

  “Do you know how hot it is seeing everybody in here want a piece of you?” Gideon murmured. “I had to fuck you. I thought my dick was going to explode watching you suck everybody else’s.”

  “I imagined they were all you,” Jesse admitted. “I’ll do whatever you want but…” His hand rested on the bulge in Gideon’s pants. “This is…you are all I want.”

  Gideon pushed against his hand, encouraging Jesse to mold his fingers over his cock and palm its length through the leather. “And what if I want to watch you get fucked? What if I want to see you drowning in come, with all these pretty colors on your skin?”

  Jesse rotated his wrist, massaging his firm erection and wishing the damned pants weren’t in the way. “Then I want that, too.”

  He caught the smug smile as Gideon stepped back and broke the contact. “A natural born slut,” Gideon commented. “Those all-night research parties you keep trying to get me to attend just got a whole lot more promising.”

  “For you and me both,” Jesse murmured, as Gideon took the leash again.

  The hall was dark and comparatively quiet, and his senses weren’t prepared for the renewed onslaught of light and music. Gideon gave a sharp tug, nearly pulling him off his feet, but he caught himself and straightened. He expected Gideon to lead him back to the couch, but he turned, walking the opposite direction.

  They only went a few feet before Gideon came to an abrupt halt. The face he turned back to Jess was unyielding again, not the one he was coming to know when it was just the two of them, but the one presented to the other vampi
res in the club.

  “On your hands and knees, boy,” he ordered. “Nobody can see how good and stretched your ass is if you walk.”

  Forcing himself not to think about what he might stick his hands in as he crawled around on the floor, he dropped to his knees. The leash was long enough to accommodate Jesse’s position, and he felt more than a little overwhelmed by his new view of the world. Gideon began to walk again, not even sparing him a second glance, and Jesse had no choice but to follow, his eyes focused on Gideon’s shoes.

  Cool, pale hands reached out to graze along Jesse’s sides as they wove around the couches. They scratched across skin, petted his flank, pinched when he got too close, but Gideon didn’t slow or pause to allow any of them a chance to linger. Just as he’d done when they’d gone to the bathroom, Gideon was parading Jesse around, and a swell of pride rose inside him at the thought that the man he loved wanted to brag about having Jess at his cock and call. It made crawling easier. It made everything easier.

  His knees were starting to hurt when Gideon finally stopped, and Jesse lifted his head to see what had prompted him to do so. In front of them, a vampire couple was sharing a girl who looked barely out of her teens, their fangs buried in either side of her neck as they fondled her breasts and pussy. They looked up at Gideon’s approach, and the woman smiled, her mouth stained in scarlet.

  “Gideon! Where have you been? We haven’t seen you in ages. Everybody’s been wondering about you.”

  Gideon shrugged. Even the slight gesture tugged at the collar around Jesse’s throat. “Been busy.” He nodded toward the girl who lolled semi-conscious in their arms. “Looks like you could use some fresh blood.”

  Two sets of golden eyes turned to Jess at the same time. Hunger lurked in both of them, but it was the woman who turned a pout back to Gideon.

  “You should’ve brought him by before we ate,” she said. “He looks yummy.”

  “Oh, Jess is good for more than feeding.” He jerked on the leash, forcing Jesse to crawl forward to his side. “Show Monique and Eric what you can do, boy.”

  Jesse looked up with confusion, but Gideon apparently didn’t plan to give him further instruction. As he crawled over to the couch, they dumped the girl to the ground without a second thought, and he hesitated. Would she be okay? Was she there for the same reason he was, or had she been lured into this place and attacked? He reached out to touch her pulse briefly, satisfied with the strength of it against her thin skin. If Gideon noticed, he didn’t say anything.

  “Come here, pretty boy,” Monique cooed, spreading her legs. Blood had dripped down her chest, and there were fresh bite marks on her thighs. It was clear what she wanted from him. “That’s it. I want to feel your hot little mouth. Why should the guys have all the fun?”

  As she spoke, she gripped the back of his head and guided his mouth to her pussy.

  The smell of blood was stronger between her legs, but Jess ignored it to focus on her swollen lips. With the tip of his tongue, he licked a path around the soft flesh, not daring to go near her clit or opening until the hand on his head grew firmer. Then he circled the sensitive flesh, only catching it between his teeth when she ground her pussy against his mouth.

  A hand too large to be Gideon’s smoothed down Jesse’s spine. “He’s already been fucked,” Eric complained.

  “Only by me,” Gideon said. “He’s still good and tight.”

  “Fuck him, Eric,” Monique said. She scissored her legs around Jesse’s shoulders, pinning him in place. “I’ll hold him steady for you.”

  Jesse braced himself without diverting his attention from Monique. He knew it wouldn’t be too bad, since he was still slick from Gideon’s come and tongue, but he didn’t know if he was prepared for a stranger to go that far. Until he remembered the tone of Gideon’s voice when he said he wanted to see somebody else fuck him. Though he couldn’t see Gideon, he imagined him watching them with half-closed eyes, his cock straining against his pants.

  Strong hands pulled at his cheeks, spreading him open. “God, I love fucking humans,” Eric murmured, before driving the length of his cock in Jess’ ass. He grunted, Monique’s legs the only thing keeping him from falling forward. “They’re so fucking hot.”

  A shadow blocked some of the flashing strobe above, and Jesse saw Gideon sit down on the couch next to Monique. Casually, he threw an arm over her shoulders, but his dark eyes locked on Jesse’s.

  “Bruise him,” he ordered. “Everybody’s being too fucking easy on him tonight.”

  Eric laughed, a mean sound, and his hands went to Jesse’s hips. “Gladly.”

  Jesse whimpered in the back of his throat as pain flowered through his body. He knew he’d have ten finger-shaped marks on his hips for a long time, and Eric used enough force to make his teeth rattle. But looking at Gideon focused Jess, and soon pleasure began to overtake the pain, moving with it side by side.

  Monique moaned, her strong thighs surprisingly hot around his face. It was difficult to concentrate on his task while it felt like he was being split in two, but he pulled her clit between his teeth, alternately biting and sucking. Supporting himself on only one hand, he sought out her opening with his other and thrust his fingers into her wet channel.

  “Oh, fuck,” Monique said. Fingers laced through his hair, but they were too broad to be hers, and Eric’s still gripped his hips as he pounded into Jesse’s ass. Jess looked up through his lashes to see Gideon leaning forward, and the lust burning in his face was enough to spur him to drive his fingers into Monique’s pussy harder, to squeeze around the cock in his ass a little tighter. Eric shouted before pulling out, and splash after splash of warm come landed on Jesse’s back.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Gideon murmured.

  Gideon’s words stunned Jess, but the tightening of Monique’s legs around his neck warned him not to stop. How could one simple sentence fill him with such a sense of elation? The words echoed in his head as he moaned and hummed against Monique’s clit, vibrating the swollen flesh with his lips. He curled his fingers, scraping against her G-spot, and sunk one of his incisors into her clit. Monique screamed, thrashing around him with surprising force, and then her legs fell away.

  By the time Jesse looked up again, Gideon was no longer on the couch. He had only started to turn his head to look for him when a tug on the leash pulled him upright, and he stood there, Eric’s come dripping over his buttocks as Gideon pressed behind him.

  “I told you my boy was good,” he said. “He tastes even better.”

  His hand snaked around Jesse’s hip, grasping him at the base of his cock. The squeeze was painful, blocking out the immediate urge to come, but that was eclipsed by the rake of fangs along his shoulder. Jess barely had time to take a deep breath before Gideon sank his teeth into the tight sinew at his nape.

  Monique and Eric both looked at him with greedy, gluttonous eyes, but Jesse didn’t even wince. He had no doubt that if either tried to touch him at that moment, Gideon would make them sorry.

  “I’m still getting my taste,” Monique murmured, sliding off the couch to kneel in front of him.

  Jesse watched her warily, but she didn’t touch him. Gideon took a long, slow swallow, making his head spin, and began stroking his length. His ass throbbed, his balls throbbed, his body throbbed, and Gideon felt solid behind him. Another long drag, and another, and another. The world began to blur. Jesse’s eyes went to the nearly unconscious girl, and he hoped in a distant way that he wasn’t going to pass out, too, but even if he could tell Gideon to stop, it was too much, he wouldn’t have said a word.

  On the fourth swallow, as the blurred edges turned dark, Jesse erupted, shouting Gideon’s name. Monique opened her mouth, catching the arcs of come with a greedy tongue.

  The fangs disappeared, and Gideon’s mouth slid to Jesse’s jaw, his strong arms holding him firmly upright. “They’re going to talk about you here for weeks,” he murmured. “And they’re all going to say what I already know. That you�
��re absolutely amazing, Jess.”

  Oh, Jesus, God, I love you. He closed his eyes, knowing that nobody was paying any attention to his face, but not wanting anybody to see the unhinged emotions in his eyes. He sagged against Gideon, wishing he would take them home. Tilting his head back, he looked up, hoping Gideon would made the decision without prompting from him.

  “Ooo, bring him here for me to clean up,” Monique cooed.

  “I know you,” came Gideon’s annoyed response. “You’ll bite him as soon as he’s close enough.”

  “So?” Her laugh was clear and chilling. “Lighten up, Gideon. Go see Henry. He’ll fix you so you won’t even care.”

  Gideon stiffened behind him. “What do you mean, he’ll fix me? What’s Henry into now?”

  Eric flopped down on the couch next to Monique. “The best shit, I’m telling you. This stuff is so good, all you have to do is touch it and you’re flying.”

  Jesse stumbled as Gideon let him go, swaying dizzily as he struggled not to topple over. Gideon didn’t seem to notice, too absorbed in searching the club—for Henry, Jess assumed. Everything about him had gone steely, and the hands that had been stroking Jesse were now balled into fists.

  “Let me guess,” Gideon said. “He’s dealing out of a warehouse on Palm.”

  “How’d you know that?”

  “Don’t ask,” Gideon muttered. He grabbed Jesse’s leash, yanking it a little too hard. “Come on. We’re getting out of here.”

  Chapter 7

  Though he led Jesse back to the couch to get his clothes, Gideon’s mind was elsewhere, locked in the maelstrom both of what he’d learned and what he’d brought Jess into. He knew Henry was bad news, trafficking in everything from sex peddling to drugs alongside the humans he co-existed with, but he had never suspected that he’d branch out into substances aimed at the demon world. The drug Monique and Eric described sounded exactly like what Gideon had encountered, and the fact that Henry was working out of the same warehouse where he’d touched it only confirmed that fact.