Long Black Cadillac

by BA Tortuga

Bone-deep bad.

  Felt so good, though.

  “Shhh. There are no bad ideas here.” Okay, the guy was licking his neck. That should be gross. Wasn’t, though. Wasn’t at all. He stretched, swallowing hard and letting his morning wood rub up on that hot skin.

  “Mmm. Yes, that’s it, sweet. Just that way.” Hand flattening out on his ass, Gryphon pushed him a little, letting the rubbing get more serious.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Wait. Wait, this was not in the…. Oh….

  Oh, that was it. There.

  “So hot. So sweet.” The man shifted, got him between those long thighs instead of against just one, really giving him the goods.

  “Douce….” He nodded, jerking as Gryphon’s lips traced his collarbone. Oh, Lord, yes.

  Long fingers slipped down his cleft, teasing him, sliding back to find his balls and stroke. So light and soft. That sent shudders all through him, ’cause it was damn near tickling, but not quite, and that made it hot, and what the hell was he doing, loving on this man like he was the boss?

  “You like me,” Gryphon said, smiling against his throat. “Yes. Come along, sweet. Faster.”

  “Mm-hmm.” Remy set to moaning, hips rolling, damn near begging that touch to give him more.

  Someone was listening in, because he got more, fingers stroking his balls, a heavy thumb pushing at his hole. And Gryph started to hump up against him, rumbling low. His eyes rolled and he just moved, caught up in the whole thing like a beach ball in the waves. A low chuckle met that thought, Gryph holding him tighter, moving him faster. Those damned fangs grazed his skin, almost punching through.

  “I….” Oh. Oh, he was fixin’ to…. He just needed a little bit….

  “This, sweet?” Those fingers did something amazing, that thumb pressed against him hard, and Gryphon… bit him. Deep.

  He cried out, spunk pouring out of him as the room sort of went all tilt-a-whirl and sparkly like the best carny rides after too much hooch.

  He barely heard the growl, had no warning besides that before he really was flying, Clay springing up off the floor and tearing him right off those teeth. “You goddamned fucker!” Clay shouted, the sound freakishly loud.

  Oh shit.

  Oh shit.

  Oh fucking shit.

  He went still, quiet. Okay. Okay. He needed his pants and his boots. His wallet was in his pants.

  Vance was staring at him, at the blood leaking down his chest.

  Oh man. He shoulda never left home on this weird-assed trip.

  “You”—Clay stabbed finger at Vance—“stop staring and sit down. You, stop biting my boy!”

  Then Clay turned to him, putting both hands on his shoulders and looking right into his eyes. “You okay, babe?”

  “Yeah. Yeah. I…. Hey, boss. You mad at me?” That was the big one, right now. Boo might could eat him, and he didn’t know what was up with Gryphy, there, but Clay? Clay was family.

  Those crazy-dark eyes softened, and Clay pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth. “No, Rem. I’m not mad at you. Worried about you, yeah. Pissed as hell that we’re stuck in this mess. Not mad at you.”

  “’Kay.” He nodded, patted Clay on the cheek. “I guess I better clean me off, huh? ’Fore Boo’s eyes bug out?”

  “Yeah, Rem. Yeah, you better. Please.” That was from poor Boo, hands clasped over the scarred belly.

  Clay patted his butt, kissing him again, almost seeming normal. “Go wash up, babe. We’ll be right here. We’ll sort this out.”

  “’Kay, boss.” Remy grabbed his jeans and his boots—and his wallet, just in case “sorting it out” meant “running like hell”—and went to get clean.

  Lord.

  Lord, Lord, Lord.

  This shit was too deep for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  CLAY FIGURED it was time to get their shit together. He grabbed Vance, sat down on the bed, and stared at the new guy, shaking his head. “I don’t like this, man. You got to go.”

  “My name is Gryphon, not ‘man,’ and I assure you, I have no intention of going anywhere without Remy. I can help you, you know.”

  He ran his hand over his head, ruffling up what hair he had. “What the hell do you want? I can’t just give up Remy. He’s… he’s my family, and he deserves my protection.”

  “Clay, old dude—Remy’s a guy. You can’t really just have him.” Vance really was very new at this….

  They both looked at Vance like he’d lost his mind, finally agreeing on something. Clay almost laughed, because Vance looked so confused. And Clay figured he’d never understand, because Vance was never going to have anyone but him. Period.

  “I think we can let Remy decide,” Gryphon pointed out mildly, idly scratching his chest. It wasn’t a bad chest, as chests went. Clay liked them a bit more scarred….

  “You two deal with that. I’m going to find the Colonel and have a discussion with him.” Vance started hunting for clothes. “I’ve been cooped up forever.”

  “Baby.” He grabbed Vance by the hips. “You can’t. Come on, now. We need to eat first, need to get your strength up. You go in there with this kind of bloodlust, you’ll end up dead for real.”

  Remy came back in, grinned at Vance. “You want me to find him some big old biker? He could suck away.”

  “There you go, babe.” Oh, better. Remy looked more like his usual self. Clay grabbed him when Gryphon would have reached for him, hugging that warm little body close. “Better?”

  “Yeah. Yeah. I needed a bath. We got a plan, y’all?”

  “No. We’re milling about like cattle. Possibly sheep.”

  Man, he was really getting to dislike that Gryphon.

  “We need to find a bigger hidey-hole, boss. Y’all need space.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, we need someplace… someplace like a house or somethin’.” They needed to think too. And that was damned hard right now.

  “I’ll go find something.” Vance was buzzing, fighting to get out and explore. He remembered that, vaguely.

  “What you’ll find is a mess of trouble.” Clay stared at Gryphon, meeting those clever eyes with all of his will. “Can I trust you to keep Rem safe and not run off with him while I find this one something to eat?”

  “Boss, I’m good. For real. I got it.” Remy leaned against him, warm and alive. Of course, that made Vance growl, eyes flaring.

  “I’m not taking any chances.” He hugged Remy close, then patted his ass and led him to the bed, handing him off to Gryphon, who nodded.

  “I’ll keep him safe. Even from me. The sun is going down. Take your young one out to eat.”

  “Bring me back something, boss? I’m hungry as all get-out.” Remy was drawn into the curve of Gryphon’s body and damn, that looked cozy.

  He fought down his instinctive protest. “You bet, babe. We’ll bring you a big old bag of Popeye’s. I know you like that.”

  Then Clay turned his attention to Vance, who watched the whole byplay with glowing eyes. “Come on, honey. Let’s you and me go hunt.”

  “Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, let’s.” The energy pouring off Vance was enough to make them all hard.

  Lord almighty. They didn’t go now…. Well, orgies could be fun, but Remy would get eaten for sure. The sun had just slipped completely behind the horizon when they left, Vance pulling him out by the arm.

  “What happens now? Where do we go?”

  “Wherever your nose leads you, honey. We try to stay away from anything obvious, anything that will get us shut in a sunny room….” How did he explain hunting? All that blood of the evildoer some vampire novelist had come up with was bullshit.

  “You’ll make sure I don’t go overboard? I’m not the bad guy.”

  “I’ll make sure, baby. I promise.” No way would he let Vance damage himself or anything, though. Because he was a good guy, for all that Clay wasn’t.

  “Cool.” Vance lifted his head, started moving through the dark like a fucking dream. It was hot—the hunt and the way Vance trusted him, just like th
at. Look at that man. Clay caught up soon enough, but he watched a little first. Then he hustled, knowing he needed to be right there.

  They hit a bar, Vance sliding in among the shitkickers like he belonged, heading right for the dance floor. Jesus. He hadn’t imagined Vance could dance. Hell, with those scars, Vance might not have for a while.

  Clay hung back, letting Vance find his own way, letting the man pick out his own feed. He didn’t want to influence him, at least not this time. Vance picked a stocky bastard, meeting the guy’s eyes over a little blonde girl over and over.

  His head was gonna explode. He knew the guy wasn’t really holding Vance’s interest for anything more than food, but it still pissed him right the hell off. His fangs fucking itched. Just like that, Vance looked out the door, got a nod, and then Vance headed out, moving like sex on the hoof.

  His hands clenched and unclenched, but Clay made himself a hole in the dark, moving casually, right out after Mr. I Think I’m Gonna Fuck Vance But No Way.

  Vance was in the alley, humming, rubbing a little, the level of charming going on there complete fucking overkill. Hell, that poor guy was gonna have happy humpy dreams for weeks. If he could get the Hearts and Roses song out of his ears…. Clay gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs prick his lips.

  The bite, when it came, had the big guy shooting, just like that. Vance was moaning in his head, soaring with it, almost lost. Almost. But he wasn’t completely gone, and Clay was just fucking amazed. He’d been a monster when he first changed over.

  “Come on, honey. That’s enough.” He didn’t say it aloud, but he knew Vance heard him. Vance moaned, the release like an ache, but those teeth slipped free. Vance stared at him, needing to know he did well, needing to know what next.

  Nodding, Clay moved over to help, grabbing the stocky man when he would have slid down the wall. “You did good, babe. He’s gonna think he had the best night ever. We just need to get him someplace safe. This isn’t get him a cab country, so I’d say the back hall of the club, where we came out.”

  “Okay. He’s good, right? Just going to need a steak tomorrow?” Those muscles bunched, lifting big and loose-limbed. “God, I feel good.”

  “Yeah. He’ll be fine. You stopped at just the right place, baby.”

  Proudhornyyeahgoodproud. He just sent all that right to Vance on the direct line.

  Vance growled, eyes flashing. “Want you.”

  Now. Nownownownow.

  “Uh-huh. Just put him right there.” He waited. Patiently. For like two seconds after Vance laid the guy out next to the john. Then he grabbed Vance, dragging him away.

  “You…. Do you need to eat?” Vance was firecracker hot, rubbing against his ass.

  “Soon. Not yet. Need you more.” He wanted…. God, he wanted more. Everything. He couldn’t feed off Vance. That would ruin the whole hunt. But he could fuck him into the ground.

  “Yours. Fuck, lover. I feel… alive.” Vance gave him a grin, a wild-eyed look that started an ache, deep down.

  “I bet you do.” The first feed could never be duplicated. Grinning, he pulled Vance along, finally finding them a dark corner where they could hide from the world. And where he could push his hand right down the front of Vance’s pants. Hard. Hot. Swollen. Vance bucked right into his touch, humping.

  “Sweet. Love how you feel.” That probably wasn’t out loud either, but he was getting used to the whole mind-bending thing. Jesus, he was gonna come in seconds.

  “Want you to fuck me. Want to fuck you. Want.” Vance just rang out in his head.

  He tore at Vance’s jeans. He was gonna fuck this man right into the ground. He couldn’t let Vance fuck him. Not like this. But soon he would. Vance, fortunately, was all about the plan, not fighting him at all and letting him at that fine ass.

  Oh, thank God. He just twirled Vance around and shoved, bending the man over and shoving those jeans all the way down. Oh, fuck that made him drool. Vance was so fucking ready. So warm.

  The scars stood out in stark relief, snow-white against the unmarked skin.

  Now.

  Now, Clay.

  In.

  “Yes. In.” His own button and zipper let go easily, and he lined up, shoving in hard. No spit, no lube. Just in. There were advantages to not being human.

  Vance rode him hard, desire let loose in waves that crashed around them. Fuck, yes.

  If people in a five-mile radius weren’t getting hard, he’d be amazed. He knew he sure as hell was. Clay slapped his hips hard against that tight ass, gritting his teeth against coming. Vance had to shoot first.

  “Pushy old man.” The words were ground out between Vance’s teeth, Vance so close it hurt.

  “You know it, baby boy. Now come for me.” He reached for Vance’s cock, knowing how it ached, how Vance needed. One touch ought to do it.

  Yup.

  One squeeze and one deep thrust and bingo. Happy shoot-your-brains-out-of-your-dick time.

  Clay all but screamed, his cock just jerking and shooting, his head falling back on his neck.

  They rested, just for a second, and then Vance looked back at him. “Someone’s gonna notice us….”

  “Yeah. And I need to eat.” He’d hunt a little himself. Then they’d go back and settle out what they were doing. Remy. Gryphon. The Colonel.

  Jesus, he was tired.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  REMY WAS so tired.

  So tired, and sleeping so hard. Gryphon almost hated to wake him. But he had to. The sweet thing had been asleep long enough, and the other two would be back soon.

  “Sweet. Sweet, I need you to wake up.”

  “Hmm?” Remy smiled for him, pressed closer, completely unafraid.

  Really, that Clay fellow’s worry was totally out of line. How could he hurt someone as sweet and giving as this young one? “Did you have a good nap?”

  “I did. I dreamed. What’s up?” He did love how Remy woke up, all warm and lazy. Trusting.

  “You, now.” Daring to take a kiss, Gryphon moved his lips slowly over Remy’s. Sweet.

  Remy’s hand slipped around his nape, sweet little mouth opening to him, tongue sliding in to taste, flicking against his teeth. So bold. Gryphon hardened, his prick rising. Oh… good.

  The little noises filled his mouth, Remy’s tongue tapping the tip of his teeth, the hint of blood hitting him. The wave of need that rolled over him astonished him. Really. It had been so long. So long. Gryphon let Remy tease him, let himself sink into the deep, aching want.

  Remy’s hands moved over him, exploring him, feeling him. Taking care of him. That had to be Remy’s special talent. Taking care. That was what he needed to tap into. He kissed the man some more, pulling those lean hips right up against him.

  “Mm-hmm.” Remy was getting hard, the motions of those hips slow and sinuous, almost dancing with him. How he loved to dance. Gryphon laughed, low and slow, rubbing up against Remy in return, his whole body shivering.

  Remy gasped and grinned. “You got yourself a great laugh, Douce.”

  “You think so, do you? I rather like your smile.” It lit up Remy’s face, made him take another kiss.

  It was fascinating to have a lover who was so unafraid, so at ease with his needs, his hunger, his teeth. Remy deepened the kiss, finding his rhythm and following it, easy as pie.

  Gryph rolled to his back, spreading his legs to let Remy slide between, one hand on that tight ass and pressing down.

  “This gonna end in another fight, now?” As if Remy cared, that heavy prick was leaking and hard as nails, rubbing against his own.

  “I doubt it, sweet. I have a feeling that even if they come back now, they won’t have much focus….” Oh. Focus. Remy had that in spades, the way he was making them both moan.

  “’Kay. You feel good.” Remy’s mouth landed on his collarbone, teeth just barely scraping his skin.

  “Mmmm. Do that again.” His whole body arched at the touch of those teeth, his hands rubbing up and down Remy’s lean
back.

  “This?” That bare touch came again. Then one more time.

  “That. Yes, please.” The urge to bite back came strong and deep in him, but Gryphon resisted, letting the loving last as long as he could.

  “Mm-hmm.” Another bite almost stung him and he jerked, hips rocking.

  “Sweet.” Laughing, he wrapped his legs around that slight form, bringing them even closer together. There was joy in this like he had not felt in a long, long time.

  “Uhn.” Remy groaned, nuzzling against his throat, lips open, tongue on his skin.

  Yes. Yes, now. Gryphon pulled Remy up, his mouth moving down so they were both in a position to bite and suck before sinking his fangs into that tanned throat. Remy stilled for a moment, then shuddered, sucking up a mark as sweet blood pulsed into Gryphon’s mouth.

  Bliss. Absolute bliss. Shaking, he moved against Remy, licking the tiny wound to stop the blood, the taste spicy and salty and metallic.

  “You. I mean. Douce….” Remy chuckled and moaned. “I ain’t never had another. I mean. That was. Oo-eee!”

  “Indeed, sweet. That was indeed.” Pulling Remy even closer, trying to sink into that skin, he’d never felt better.

  “You… you wanna fuck, Douce? Boss ain’t here, and he’s real distracted these days.”

  Wicked, wanton man.

  “Is that what you want, sweet? Show me, if it is. Get yourself ready?” Did he want to… for heaven’s sake. Of course he did.

  “Sure, Douce. You like to watch, do you?” Remy sucked two fingers into those kiss-swollen lips, started sucking and licking, giving him a show.

  His mouth all but watered, and he nodded. “I like to watch you, yes. You have my full attention, sweet.”

  Remy blushed, pressed closer, and started rubbing against his belly as those fingers slipped free with a pop and headed down to disappear inside Remy’s body. His eyes widened, his mouth opening on a silent sigh. Perfect. Completely at home with him. Sweet Remy. Gryphon watched as long as he could, and when he could bear no more, he reached around, pressing Remy’s fingers with his own.

  “Yeah….” Remy groaned, lips open, eyelashes dark where they were closed. “That’s fine.”