Kysen gazed lustfully into Darian’s forest-green eyes. Darian removed his finger as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Kysen’s, ardently. They embraced each other, crushing their chests together as they kissed, their hands exploring each other, caressing strong limbs and flesh, traveling upward, their fingers entangling in each other’s luxurious hair. They kissed for several moments until Kysen pulled away. Darian opened his eyes, watching him, waiting for his Master’s next move. They stared at each other until Darian took the initiative, unbuttoning his own shirt as Kysen watched him. Slowly, Darian’s fingers undid the pearl buttons on his shirt to reveal his perfectly muscled torso. He slid the shirt off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. He then began to remove his pants, undoing his tan leather belt followed by the top button and finally the zipper.
Kysen’s hand reached out, stopping him. “Lay face down on the bed,” he instructed in a soft tone.
Darian obeyed, his eyes closing at the same time. Kysen began to remove Darian’s shoes, placing them beside the bed. Next, he removed his socks and finally, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of Darian’s slacks, slowly sliding them down past buttocks, thighs and calves, tossing them in a chair next to the bed.
Kysen stared down at Darian’s body.
“Simply breath-taking,” he whispered seductively as he sensuously ran his fingertips over Darian’s flesh, causing his child to quiver with pleasure. He leaned into Darian’s ear. “Beautiful... perfect.”
A soft moan escaped Darian’s lips as Kysen’s fingers trailed between the mounds of his buttocks, caressing and messaging the sensitive opening. Kysen smiled as he reached over, removing a small vial of scented oil from his nightstand drawer. He poured the oil into the palm of his right hand before placing the vial on top of the stand. He rubbed both hands together lathering them completely. Climbing onto his knees, he massaged the oil into Darian’s skin, his hands kneading Darian’s arms and the back of his thighs and calves. Kysen gazed with admiration as he looked at Darian’s perfection. All that he had sought to preserve was indeed glorious in his eyes.
Kysen slid his hand underneath Darian and found the firmness of his manhood. Darian gasped softly, quaking as Kysen began to slowly stroke him. He rose slightly, allowing Kysen more access.
His Master chuckled as he leaned closer to whisper in Darian’s ear. “I see I have not lost my touch where you are concerned.”
Darian looked over his shoulder at Kysen. “Refresh my memory,” he teased.
Kysen skillful fingers stroked a sensitive area and a spasm shot through Darian, causing him to moan in pleasure. He chuckled and continued to message Darian’s erection. He placed gentle kisses along his neck and shoulders, moving lower down his spine kissing his lower back, the mounds of his buttocks to the back of his thighs. His tongue darted out, tickling the crease behind Darian’s knees. Darian moaned as Kysen’s tongue traced over his erogenous zones.
“Roll over, my love,” Kysen whispered. Darian rolled onto his back, his eyes on his Maker. “Tonight I will finish the gift I gave to you over sixteen-hundred years ago. Tonight I will increase your strength and power.”
Darian’s eyes widen. “Master!” he panted breathlessly.
Kysen raised his hand in protest. “It is my decision… my wish for you.”
He leaned over, kissing Darian gently on his lips then moving downward, he suckled softly on the fragrant flesh of his neck. Darian closed his eyes once more to revel in the sensations as Kysen continued by suckling his erect nipples. Moving downward, he dipped his tongue into Darian’s tender navel swirling around the sensitive flesh. Darian gasped, his body jerking as his flesh responded to the hot, wet tongue probing and licking him. Kysen glanced up at Darian, smiling wolfishly as he moved further, towards his erection. He closed his eyes as he sank down completely over Darian’s hardness.
Darian moaned as Kysen began to suck him deeply. He gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes were closed, as indescribable pleasure coursed throughout his body. Kysen’s left hand pressed Darian down gently on the mattress as the other hand massaged Darian’s tender scrotum. Kysen opened his eyes to gaze upon Darian in his ecstatic state. He chuckled deep in his throat, the vibrations of his laughter tickled Darian’s shaft causing him to cry out in ecstasy. Kysen watched him thrash, sweat beading his skin as he continued to service him until Darian could no longer contain himself. Darian’s back arched, raising his buttocks from the bed, lifting Kysen as he increased his ministrations taking everything Darian had to give until he could give no more. Darian fell back, gasping, his body quaking uncontrollably in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Kysen pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He began undressing, removing his shirt and tossing the clothing into the chair on top of Darian’s pants. Next, he removed his slacks, revealing a nine inch erection. Darian’s gaze was filled with desire as his eyes panned over Kysen’s dark chocolate-toned body. He leaned into Kysen planting soft wet kisses on his lips, cheeks, and continuing to Kysen’s shoulders. Darian licked Kysen’s chest, his tongue circling the dark, tender nipples, sucking them gently between his lips and teeth. A long moan emanated from Kysen as he watched Darian trailing farther down, caressing his body along the way. Kysen tilted his head backward, lips parting and smiling as Darian’s mouth closed over his erection. His fingers entangled in Darian’s luxurious hair as his young lover serviced him, returning the pleasure he had given to Darian only minutes before.
“Ahh, that feels wonderful,” Kysen panted.
After a short while, Kysen gently pushed Darian away, pressing him down onto the cool cotton sheets. He rose above him, positioning himself so that Darian could easily take him into his mouth. Darian continued as Kysen’s tongue found his most sensitive area. He moaned loudly, his voice muffled by Kysen’s erection. His Master suckled, licked and teased the tender flesh until the first wave of their climaxes crested. He felt his own boiling low in his groin, and by the tenseness of Kysen’s body, he could tell he was close. Their bodies quivered as the pleasure worked its way through their limbs exploding from them with an intensity that rocked them both. They shuddered and groaned as they rode their orgasms.
Once the last wave left their loins, Kysen rolled away from Darian, looking at him, smiling.
“I did not teach you that!” he declared, chuckling.
“No, you didn’t.” Darian winked.
“I love you very much.”
Darian smiled. “And I love you.”
In a moment of unbridled passion, Kysen quickly covered Darian’s body with his own, entering him, thrusting deeply. Darian wrapped his legs around his waist, both men groaning in pleasure. Darian’s body shuddered when Kysen pulled back and tensed with ecstasy when he pushed forward. Kysen kissed him feverishly as he made love to him. When the perfect moment came, Kysen buried his face into Darian’s neck, his fangs extending then sinking deeply into the bluish vein.
Darian arched and gasped, his arms gripping Kysen harder, pressing him closer. When the initial pain of the bite subsided and the extraordinary pleasure replaced the pain, his grip loosened and his body melted in Kysen’s embrace. Low whimpers came from him as Kysen fed. The feeding creating another orgasm that raced to the surface, igniting Darian, causing him to yell loudly in pleasure with all of the strength that he had left remaining in his body. Darian fell back onto the soaked sheets, weak, drained. Kysen retracted his fangs, rolling onto his back, bringing Darian on top.
“Take it back, my love. Grow stronger,” Kysen panted.
Darian didn’t hesitate. He pressed his lips to Kysen’s neck, kissing the flesh softly, then biting hard, breaking the skin with his fangs. He pressed his lips harder to Kysen’s flesh, catching the delicious stream of blood flowing from the puncture wounds. He began to suck greedily, taking in all of the blood that he could. Caught in the moment, be began to grind faster and harder on top of Kysen, bringing Kysen deeper inside him until his Master could ta
ke no more, and neither could he. Another enormous orgasm ripped through their bodies. Darian remained locked to Kysen’s neck as his own body twitched and jerked uncontrollably. Kysen arched as his orgasm rippled through him, he enjoyed the sensation of Darian’s fangs embedded deeply in his flesh. It heightened his pleasure and made him content. Once it was over he collapsed back onto the bed, panting, breathlessly. Darian released him; eyes closed, body trembling as Kysen’s blood strengthen and increased his abilities.
Without warning, Kysen bit into Darian again, taking the blood back into him in a tidal wave. Darian twitched wildly in his grip as Kysen feasted.
“Take it back... we will do this for the remainder of this night,” Kysen instructed after he pulled away.
In a daze, Darian nodded. Leaning forward, he bit into Kysen’s neck, hastily, spilling a drop of blood.
Kysen gasped.
“With care! I know that I’ve taught you finesse,” he stated as he felt a drop of his blood trickle down his neck.
Darian pressed his lips closer to guarantee that no more blood would be spilt. Once he took his fill, Kysen took it back. The ritual continued on into the coming of day until Kysen laid Darian’s resting body gently on the bed, making sure to lay his head on the soft pillows. Kysen looked down at his precious fledgling and smiled as he kissed his lips gently.
“So beautiful, so bold,” he whispered aloud as he laid beside Darian, taking him into his arms. Both men rested as the sun rose.
Chapter Sixteen
“What do you think Darian is doing?” asked Devin.
“None of your business,” Sergio commented.
“I’m just saying”
“None of your damn business, besides, I don’t even want to guess what he could be doing,” Sergio said.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it is necessary,” Xander said. “And we should respect this time he has sacrificed for all of our sakes.”
Everyone was silent, and some nodded in agreement knowing exactly what Homage meant to some vampires. If he was willing to offer Homage for all of their benefit, then Xander was most certainly correct when he said that Darian deserved their respect.
Tatiana looked at the little boy sleeping on the sofa now that he had returned to his human form.
“Where do you think he’s from?” she asked the others. “I wonder where his parents are.”
“Probably dead, we were the only shifters out there tonight, no tigers came for him,” Adrian replied.
“That may be because they didn’t know what we knew,” Warren stated. “You could say we got lucky with the information we had.”
“That’s true,” Adrian nodded.
As if he knew they were speaking about him, the little boy began to open his eyes, looking around. He became frightened not knowing where he was, or who he was with. He jumped up quickly, scurrying towards the other side of the plane. Tatiana approached him, making sure to assume a non-threatening demeanor. She didn’t want to frighten the poor child any more than he already was.
“Don’t be frightened, sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just like you; all of us are shape-shifters. Please calm down. You don’t need to fear us,” Tatiana said in a soft, soothing voice.
The terrified child stared wide-eyed at her and the others. In a shaky voice and with the innocence and trust of a child, he responded. “You promise not to hurt me?”
Tatiana nodded.
“We promise. We want to help you. Do you have a Pride or family that you belong to?” she asked.
The boy stared at her for a few seconds before answering. “No. I don’t have anyone. My parents are gone, they were hurt really bad, but I didn’t do it! Tigers did it!”
“You mean a shape-shifter... a tiger killed your family and you survived?” Miranda asked.
The boy nodded.
“How long ago was this?” Warren asked.
“I don’t know,” the boy shrugged then continued. “It was a long time ago. I was five.” He held up his right hand, fingers spread wide to indicate his age. “We were at home and they came inside...” The boy ended sadly, not wanting to remember the night his family was savagely slaughtered by a Pride of five bloodthirsty tigers.
They had meant to leave none alive. The boy had managed to crawl into an air-conditioning vent, but not before one of the tigers bit into his leg in an attempt to capture him. He was left alone to suffer through his painful transformation. The child was extremely fortunate to have survived.
“Oh! You poor child,” Tatiana said as she approached the boy. He stiffened as she took him into her arms. After realizing that she was consoling him and meant him no harm, he relaxed in her embrace.
“So you have nowhere to go?” Warren asked. The boy looked over Tatiana’s shoulder, shaking his head.
“I was scared, I thought those men were going to kill me.”
“They were,” Sergio said. “But you don’t have to worry about them anymore.”
“You know, Sergio, you really need to work on your tact, you’re a pediatrician for crying out loud!” Devin said, scoffing at Sergio’s brashness.
“I just don’t believe in not telling someone the truth when they need to know it. I’ve never been one to use flowery words or beat-around-the-bush, sorry if that offends thee,” Sergio retorted.
“Enough,” Tatiana said then she returned her attention to the child. “Are you hungry?”
The child looked up at her with big round blue eyes and nodded. She smiled.
“Okay, we have some breakfast for you.”
She rose, walking over to the table to make him a plate, which she gave him filled with cheesy eggs, bacon, toast, hash brown and grits. He sat down on the sofa and ate the food greedily. As they all watched him, one question came to their minds.
“So who’s going to take him?” Justin asked as he looked at the others.
“Well, he is of the feline species...” Adrian began as he gazed at Sergio, Miranda and Devin.
“What are you insinuating?” Sergio asked, knowing full well what Adrian meant.
“I believe that we all know what Adrian is trying to say… ” Xander interjected before things got out of hand. “ …In spite of his brash comment, he has a point. Although we are all shape-shifters, the child might feel more comfortable with a Pride instead of a Pack. Call your Queen and see what she has to say.”
Sergio shrugged and nodded as he pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. He waited for someone answer.
“Hello?” Sebastian greeted.
“Sebastian, let”
“Dad! Is everything okay?!” Sebastian asked anxiously, inadvertently interrupting his father.
“Yes. Everything’s fine. Everyone’s okay.”
“Okay that’s great news. Man, everyone’s been really worried. They’ll be happy to know that everything is okay.”
“Listen, son, I need to speak with Elise.”
“When are you coming back home?” Sebastian asked.
“I believe we’ll be back tonight. Are you taking the phone to Elise?” Sergio asked.
“Yeah, here she is.”
Sergio could hear when Sebastian handed the telephone to Elise.
“Hi darling, by your son’s exhilarated reaction, I take it that everyone is safe and sound?” she asked concerned.
“Everything’s fine. No one was injured. Listen baby, we found another shape-shifter on the premises, a tiger. He’s about six or seven, bitten. No family, no Pride. What do you want to do?” Sergio asked, getting right to the point.
Elise thought for a few seconds.
“One minute,” she said and Sergio waited. “You can bring him home. We’ll see what we can do for him. I might be able to fine a tiger Pride that will take him. If not, then we will care for him. If we don’t, he will surely die if left alone.”
“Okay baby. We might be returning tonight. That’s if Darian makes it back before then. How are the little ones?” Sergio asked.
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��Kicking,” Elise said with a chuckle. “And probably screaming.”
Sergio chuckled. “Tell them their Daddy misses them.”
“I will. They miss you, too. Natasha believes they’re going to be girls.”
“Are you kidding? Who’s the doctor? Those buns in your oven are charming and clever little lads, just like their old man,” Sergio teased.
“You mean prissy little girls, just like their mother?” Elise joked.
“No, I said what I meant. Although, I don’t really care what sex the babies are, I love them all the same. I’m just really happy that I got you knocked up,” Sergio said brazenly with a chuckle.
“Brute,” Elise giggled. “Wait a minute… you mentioned that you were hoping to make it back tonight if Darian returns in time. Where is he?” she asked, concerned.
“I don’t think it’s anything that you have to worry about, he just had to see his Master. Now, I love you and we’ll be home soon.
“Hurry home, we miss you.”
“See you then, baby.”
“Bye, sweetheart.”
Sergio clicked off his cell phone, putting it back into his pocket. He approached the boy, squatting down beside him. The boy looked at Sergio, his big round blue eyes widening slightly as he shoved another fork-full of hash browns into his mouth.
“What’s your name?” Sergio asked.
The boy swallowed then responded. “David Thomas.”
Sergio nodded. “Okay David, how do you feel about coming to live with us? You’re one of us, a shape-shifter and you’re alone, but you don’t have to be. We can protect you and take care of you. Does that sound like something you want to do?”
“You won’t send me away?” David asked, uncertain.
Sergio shook his head.
“What do you mean?” he asked, not sure what the child meant by away.
“You won’t make me go to an orph-orph.”
“An orphanage?” Sergio said the word for the child, seeing that the boy couldn’t pronounce it.
“I don’t want to go there!” he shook his head repeatedly.
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