RW1 Ravyn's blood

by Downs Jana

  “None of that shit, brother! You came here to dance, not to get busy. Jesus man. Get some fucking clothes on!”

  Dageus sighed audibly. Alex echoed that sigh and reached for the white table cloth that was draped over the table to their right. He used that to cover his beloved and then reached in the drawer under the bar to get the wine-colored one for himself. After the cloth was secure, he attempted to adjust his weeping erection so that it wasn’t so obvious beneath the slightly starched material.

  “It’s really time for us to get out of here,” Germany reminded, crossing his arms across his chest and turning back around. He slid out his cell phone and called for the car to come to the front of the theater.

  “Why am I always putting my clothes back on around you?” Dageus said, blushing as Alex helped him to the Escalade.

  “Because I so enjoy taking them off,” Alex replied as he offered a gentlemanly hand to Dageus. He kissed him gently on the cheek. Dageus smiled.

  “So, will I see you tomorrow?” Dageus asked, running his hand through his hair.

  Alex bowed. “Of course, mon coeur.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Report, you blithering idiot,” the King growled. The demon at his feet was sweating thick droplets of a sticky substance all over his marble floors.

  “We’ve found them, my lord,” the bounty hunter said humbly, not meeting the King’s eyes. “A remote region of the universe, a little known world filled with humans. Slavers have been traveling back and forth from there for years.” The demon continued, “Your woman mentioned that one of the Ravyns was from there. A former pet of her master, I recall. I sent a scouting party to the town, and lo and behold. Salvatore was there, him and the whole brood. They’re shacked up in a mansion in the hills. Almost impossible to access, if truth be told. The Ravyns’ guards aren’t down, but I can imagine that it’ll be easier to get to him now that one of the Ravyns is involved with the Master vampire.” The demon King raised his eyebrows in question.

  “That is an interesting development. ‘Involved,’ you say? Is it a romantic relationship?” the King asked.

  The demon nodded. “They’ve been seen in very provocative positions several times now.” Desmond laughed. He laughed until his sides ached with it. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the hunter. He turned to Terrin, his most trusted warlord.

  “I see. So one of the five is distracted? Excellent. Send a party in, ten at least. Have them recruit some local muscle to stir up the Ravyns. Divide them. I want Salvatore’s head on a platter before the new moon.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock. Dageus had finished his shower in record time and was now putting the finishing touches on the outfit he was going to wear to go to dinner with Alex.

  “Wow, don’t we look fancy?” Allasandro said with a grin as he leaned against the doorway to the bathroom. He was on his way to guard Salvatore.

  “Got a date,” Dageus offered with a blush.

  “What kind of date?” Allasandro asked impishly. Dageus shoved at Ally for his smart mouth.

  “Hey lover boy!” Tony called from the doorway.

  “Your date’s here!” Germany seconded. They both were probably guarding the door like rabid pit bulls.

  “All right, be right down!” Dageus yelled back then winced as he sounded too eager. Allasandro walked off laughing.

  Salvatore met him in the hallway. “My Ravyn, I need to talk to you.”

  Dageus sighed absentmindedly. “Can this wait ’til I get back, my lord? I’ve already made him wait for half an hour.” Salvatore’s eyes said it all. Dageus prepared for a long talk.

  “You need to be careful with that one.” Salvatore indicated Alex with a wave of his hand. “You must keep in mind, no matter the attraction between you, that he is a vampire, and as a vampire he is manipulative. He wants more than your fair body when he gets you into bed. He wants your blood and your soul.” Dageus couldn’t believe that he was hearing the “what to expect from sex” speech from Salvatore.

  “My lord, I know that it is just sex. I understand that perfectly. Sex and dancing. That’s it. Allasandro doesn’t get the speech ever. Why am I getting it?” Dageus asked curiously. Salvatore chuckled.

  “Sex means nothing to Allasandro, Dageus. However, for you, sex with Alex will break your heart in ways you aren’t even aware of yet. You probably don’t realize how hard you’re falling for him, boy, but the rest of us do.” Salvatore patted him on the shoulder then slid into the study without another word.

  “Hi!” Dageus said enthusiastically as he reached the foyer where Alex waited. His voice seemed unnaturally high when the word squeaked out of his mouth, and he berated himself for his stupidity. Smooth, jack ass. He mentally rolled his eyes.

  Alex stood in his doorway looking good enough to eat. His six-foot frame was decked out in a tuxedo that clung to every magnificent inch of his sculpted flesh. Dageus suddenly felt horribly underdressed. He ran a subconscious hand over his best dress shirt and blushed. He felt like a pauper in the presence of a prince. As if he knew his frustrations, Alex took one thick, pointer finger and tilted back Dageus’s head until their eyes were locked.

  “Good evening, precious,” Alexander whispered before lowering his perfect lips to seal a perfect kiss on Dageus’s lips.

  Alex inhaled sharply and made a deep noise of satisfaction. The suddenly tight grip on his waist told Dageus that he wasn’t the only one who wanted to forgo all formalities and drown in the touch of a lover. The vampire’s eyes flicked to the white columns on the front porch as if contemplating if that was a comfortable spot to satisfy both their wants. The look made Dageus almost groan. “Excuse me!” Germany said, coming up the front steps of the mansion from a trip to one of the cars. “How about getting a room, little brother?” Dageus ignored him and nipped Alex’s lips instead.

  “Go if you’re going, brother,” Allasandro said from the staircase. He leaned casually against the railing with a predatory ease. Dageus hesitated as Alex slid his body away to stand on the top stair leading down to the drive. He offered Dageus a hand. With a swallow, Dageus took his hand. He knew he was looking at Alex like he was the center of the universe. Salvatore’s warning was echoing in his head, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He felt like he was glowing.

  “Shall we?” Alex asked. He had to clear his throat and glance away in an effort to reign in his body. Seeing his reaction made Dageus blush. Though it was good to see the vampire off balance.

  * * * *

  Dinner was a slow event despite the depth of their conversations. They’d spoken of many things over the course of the meal, but it was all underlined by the tension that ricocheted between them. During the main course, Alex had asked about Dageus’s homeland of Demontia, and that had provided enough distraction for at least half an hour. This incarnation had not given Dageus as great of an insight into the culture, people, and landscapes of the demon realm to provide a complete picture, but he knew enough from his previous incarnations to give Alex an idea.

  The demon realm didn’t produce much in the way of technology, but it managed to adapt and use it when they got it from other realms. The neuro-net impulses were actually an invention that had been brought to Demontia by Salvatore’s father and had greatly aided the education level of his people. They didn’t have much need for computers because of the abundance of high-energy magicks, but they did have them in the wealthier regions of the land. They even had Internet and databases that cataloged the known worlds and its peoples.

  For the most part, though, Demontia was a land populated by beings that were culturally several centuries behind the Earth realm. They were a caste society where wealth and privilege were something one was born into, and bloodline was very important. Each of the Ravyns had come from a noble line of Salvatore’s court and had been trained since they were children to be warriors. All nobles, even women, were trained to be such. Power was one of the biggest indic
ators of status in Demontia, and the nobility had it all. The lower castes were an unruly bunch that needed a heavy hand in order to be governed properly. The King was absolute law, and all his subjects were meant to obey him without question. It was one of the many reasons the Ravyns so vehemently protested Desmond’s reign. He was a cruel and uncaring King who put his needs before that of his people.

  The Ravyns had hid their Prince in the harshest climes in all of Demontia, the south lands. The south lands were not known for their forgiveness. It was a great desert interspersed with thick forest where hidden oases were common but hard to find. The only real civilization there was the nomadic tribesmen who wandered the desert. For the most part, the displaced Prince and his companions had stayed in the hidden caves that snaked underneath it all. It was Salvatore’s sacred space and one that Dageus had found comforting. Dageus had nursed his fantasies in the labyrinth beneath the ground, but he didn’t need to confess that to Alex.

  The Ravyn swirled the wine in his glass and stared at his broken fingernails. His mind whirled with images of the Master of the City and himself entwined in a passionate embrace. He almost groaned aloud at the thought. God, being pinned beneath him felt so right. So perfect. His breathing hitched, and he felt himself harden painfully. They weren’t quite through with dessert yet and waiting for the moment when they could escape the self-imposed purgatory was very close to driving Dageus mad.

  “Darling, shall we go?” Alex asked in a knowing whisper. Dageus swirled his wine once more. The tension of the moment was killing him.

  “I want…” Dageus started only to trail off in embarrassment. “I need…” He sighed. He couldn’t finish what he needed to say, couldn’t form the words in a manner that would make him sound intelligent or sexy like Alex did. Alex put a hand on Dageus’s.

  “I know,” he said simply. “I need it, too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  They flashed into Alex’s house an instant later. Dageus found himself in a bedroom that obviously belonged to the Master of the house. It was huge and dark. None of the lamps scattered through the space were turned on, and the only source of light came from the windows where a waning moon gave fickle silver light to the ambience of mystery that was Alex’s personal space. The fact that he couldn’t tell what color the curtains were was of little consequence to the Ravyn. All he cared about was that he was with Alex, and they were finally alone.

  “Aren’t you worried they’ll call the police for us skipping out on the check?” Dageus asked huskily, desire thickening his voice. The darkness was making him brave. Alex chuckled.

  “They put it on my tab and send me a bill. They are quite accommodating actually.”

  Dageus swallowed nervously at his attempt at small talk. A small smirk formed on his face. “Is that what you want,” he murmured, “for someone to be accommodating?”

  A dark knowledge lit up the Master of Minnesota’s face. He stepped forward and crowded Dageus’s smaller frame with his own. “Oh yes, darling. I do so enjoy someone being accommodating.” Dageus’s breath hitched, and he felt desire spreading like a good liquor through his abdomen, stretching lower. Alex raised a hand to caress the smooth cheek of his would-be lover.

  “Say yes, love,” Alex muttered as Dageus sighed and leaned into his touch. “I need you to say yes, pet,” Alex said more firmly. Dageus whimpered as he withdrew his hand. He craved his touch like a starving man craved a warm meal. “No going back, pet. I don’t want you crying foul after this. Say yes,” Alex commanded.

  Dageus growled in frustration. “Yes. Goddamnit. Yes. I need you. Now, less talking, more touching.” Dageus issued a command of his own. With a groan of desire, he molded his body to the vampire.

  * * * *

  Alex was completely thrown off balance by Dageus’s enthusiasm. Shocked, he momentarily lay passive against Dageus’s onslaught. The other man’s hands tangled in his hair, opening Alex’s mouth with enticing caresses of his tongue. Alex hardened painfully as Dageus ground the thick length of his cock against his own budding erection. Alex groaned and gave in to the passion of his companion. He was looking forward to having his Kal naked beneath him once again, but this Kal was a whole other type of animal. He was sexy and confident, a man, where Kal had still been somewhat of an innocent at only eighteen.

  They undressed each other with an inhuman quickness, as if they were terrified that at any moment they would be torn from each other’s arms. Alex muttered a growl of impatience and ripped the button-down shirt from Dageus’s body. His pants came next, and Dageus squirmed as his naked flesh was bared to Alex’s gaze. Dageus arched against him. Alex allowed Dageus to fumble with the buttons of his own tailored black shirt. He chuckled as Dageus managed to get the button on his pants undone. He thrust his hand into his pants eagerly, trying to grasp the Master of Haven’s thick member. Alex pushed his eager hand away from his crotch and smiled gently as Dageus moaned in disappointment.

  “Alex,” Dageus panted. His eyes dilated impossibly. Alex grinned and took Dageus into his hand. Alex sighed in appreciation. Kal’s body was precisely as he remembered it. He was long and thick, and his coloration was a beautiful deep-red hue that betrayed his desire like nothing else. The vampire had no qualms about seeing in the dark. A pearly drop of pre-cum clung to the tip of his erection, and Alex knew that Dageus was only a stroke or two away from orgasm.

  “M–Master.” The voice that called to him was not that of the hardened Ravyn hesitantly accepting his sexual orientation with the enthusiasm of a warrior. It was of the roughened voice of his beloved in the heat of the moment. Alex met Dageus’s eyes and felt a moment of triumph. An emerald-green gaze pierced his soul. With an appreciative sigh, he dropped to his knees in front of the Ravyn.

  “Master?” Dageus questioned sweetly, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

  “My treat this round, pet.” Without further notice, he took the purpled head of his lover’s cock into his mouth.

  * * * *

  Dageus threw his head back in blissful agony. The warm, wet reaches of Alex’s mouth wrapped around him like a glove, and the back of Alex’s throat squeezed the tip of his cock in interesting and terribly erotic intervals.

  “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god,” he chanted over and over. He felt himself perch on the edge of heaven and hell. His cock throbbed as a thousand moments of caress flashed through him. A thousand memories pierced his mind that he shouldn’t have to begin with. A flash of white behind his eyelids was his only signal before his back bowed in orgasm.

  Dageus’s shout of ecstasy was followed closely by the warm rush of liquid that shot down Alex’s throat. Alex’s eyes slid closed as if he was, too, experiencing the same moment of bliss that Dageus was.

  “Thank you, Master,” Dageus whispered reverently, stroking Alex’s hair even as his body continued to shudder with orgasm. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly calling him that. He only knew that it felt right. With a final, excruciating lick, Alex drew back with a smile reminiscent of the smug look of a cat. Dageus whimpered as Alex licked his lips dry of seed. He looked awfully pleased with himself. “That took the edge off your hunger, I hope,” Alex said with a wink.

  “Can we go sit down? I don’t think my legs will hold me up much longer,” Dageus murmured. He felt drunk, and it was heavenly.

  Alex chuckled and stood quickly. With a sweep of his massive arms, Alex swept Dageus off his feet. Dageus laughed joyously at the affectionate sway of Alex’s step. Without ceremony, he was tossed fifteen feet to the expansive bed at the center of the room. Dageus twisted to his back and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Alex stride naked to his side. He wondered when he’d removed the rest of his clothing. So much about Alex was magick.

  Alex stretched himself out beside Dageus and grinned. “We make quite a portrait. You and I. Light and dark. Sin and innocence. Dancer and warrior. Absolutely beautiful.” Dageus agreed whole heartedly.

  “Tell me what to do,” Dageus said, gently runn
ing a hand down Alex’s taut form. The vampire’s breath escaped in a hiss as Dageus sought and found the head of Alex’s still-tight erection. “I want to… please you.” His green eyes begged for assistance, and Alex’s smug grin became gentle.

  “Open the third drawer of that dresser,” Alex commanded, pointing to the large bureau located farther up by the headboard. Dageus rolled and crawled his way up the bed to stand by the dresser and opened the drawer. “There is a blue jar in there on the left. Bring it to me.”

  Dageus felt his limp body stir at the command. He hadn’t realized until that moment that the commanding tone in Alex’s voice was turning him on almost as much as his physical touch was.

  “I’m waiting, pet.” Alex’s gruff voice was thickened with desire. Dageus turned with his prize and practically ran back to Alex’s side. His enthusiasm caused him to flop on the springs with an audible thud.

  Alex chuckled as he blushed. “Easy, love. No need to rush.” Dageus’s blush deepened. With a final smile, Alex’s face turned serious, and he motioned for Dageus to lie on his stomach. Dageus stiffened visibly, suddenly intensely afraid.

  “Relax,” Alex commanded, which caused Dageus to tense further. Alex gave an appreciative squeeze on Dageus sculpted ass. “I see being a warrior has given you the body of Adonis,” He gave a sharp swat to his backside, which caused the warrior to jump. He soothed the sting of his slap with a gentle, caressing hand. Dageus moaned. His body was practically burning with lust as his erection jumped at Alex’s ministrations. Nervous or not, Dageus wanted this. Alex plucked the blue jar from Dageus’s suddenly nerveless fingers.

  “Let me relax you, darling,” Alex said, taking the firm perfect globes of Dageus’s ass in hand. “Roll over, pet.” Dageus did as he was bid. Dageus groaned loudly as Alex began to work the kinks out of his muscular form. God, it felt so good to have someone touch him. He hadn’t had a good massage in so long he’d forgotten how calming it was to feel the pressure on his muscles.