Surrender

by Cassandre Dayne

  And the boy followed.

  Aleks walked up the long flight of stairs to his private quarters. He had spent a great deal of time and money purchasing and refurbishing the abandoned warehouse to suit his needs. Nestled just below the artsy environment of Shockoe Slip, the most fashionable location in Richmond, his building banked the James River allowing him sweeping views of the entire city and at night, the glistening lights were nothing short of spectacular. The old factory was perfect not only in its setting but in the fact that he had no close neighbors. His studio took an entire floor, his residence another two and his playrooms were sequestered in the top two floors. He enjoyed spending time perfecting his craft.

  While he enjoyed every one of his subjects one way or the other, his need for a true companion had eluded him for centuries and he was growing weary of the hunt.

  Captivated yet not completely spelled, Matt stared at the myriad of his personal apparatuses wearing a mixture of reverence and a slice of fear. Clearly he knew what lay ahead of him.

  Aleksandr smiled, his face showing no signs of what he was about to do as he allowed the boy time to reflect, to relish and to fear. While he had no intentions inflicting permanent damage, the taste of true terror was heady indeed. Finally sensing his acquiescence, Aleks advanced. As he took the boy’s face into his hand, a slight whimper escaped Matt’s mouth through pursed lips. “Have no fear, I won’t harm you. I believe you’ll enjoy what we are about to do. You’re a very scrumptious morsel and I only desire a sweet nibble of your sensuous body.” Aleks lowered his head and nuzzled the boy’s neck, sliding a long lick from Matt’s collarbone to his ear, nibbling the tender lobe, taking the tender flesh between his teeth. The boy tasted like a fine wine, bursting with flavor.

  Matt remained frozen, locked in the understanding of what was happening yet unable to move, to scream or to comprehend that he would be feasted body and soul by a true creature of the night.

  Aleks chuckled as he untied the long sash that wrapped around Matt, allowing the silk sheath to fall to the floor in soft flutters and eased back to slice a long blazing trail of lust down the length of his carved body. The boy was well endowed and his dick already semi-erect as his own insatiable appetite allowed a moment of pleasure from Aleks’ gentle caresses. “You’re quite beautiful, Matt.” Aleksandr snaked his hand down, palming Matt’s chest and using his other to draw lazy circles around the boy’s mocha nipple. Aleks purred, as the sweet bud instantly became rock hard with his touch.

  The boy murmured as his eyes closed and tipped his head back, waiting and expecting. Needing. His breath ragged, Matt opened and closed his hands unsure of what to do yet his breathless pants were laced with the slightest hint of wicked desire.

  Aleks moved closer, wrapping his hand around the boy’s cock, stroking him gently as he cupped his balls with the other. Squeezing until Matt moaned, Aleksandr brushed a single lick across his fluttering eyelashes, first one and then the other eye as he began pumping Matt’s shaft in easy motions. His blood raced with the ugly famishing need and he could barely keep his fangs at bay. While Aleks craved the sex of the luscious treat in front of him, his hunger sizzled his entire system sending jutting pulses and his beast would not be kept waiting for long. Aleksandr would not have the opportunity to enjoy his prize in the manner that he desired. What a shame he’d have to settle for nothing more than a mere taste, a tiny morsel of what he was used to. Perhaps there would be another time.

  Matt slowly opened his eyes as his hand reached down, feathering his fingers across Aleks’ hand, holding and guiding. He inched his other hand down with scattered movements and danced his fingers across Aleks’ black silk shirt keeping his tight stomach hidden. His movements deliberate, Matt inched his fingers back and forth across Aleks’ waist, sliding just the tips of his fingers past the tight enclosure. He shivered, his body shaking with trembling pulses until his breath became ragged pants.

  Aleks sighed, enjoying the boy’s timid touch, languishing in the feel of his deft fingers as they explored. “Perhaps you’re hungry yourself, boy. I can tell you’re hungry for my thick cock pumping inside that hot mouth of yours.”

  Matt moaned as he slid his fingers further inside Aleksanr’s pants, hitting the blood engorged tip.

  “That’s it, touch me.” Pushing Matt to his knees, Aleks unfastened his linen pants, unzipping slowly as he gazed down into the boy’s glassy eyes. There was a spark of need, a wanton desire that Aleks knew Matt would never admit, yet as the boy licked his lips in anticipation of the prize that dangled in front of his face, Aleks could clearly see that the boy wanted to feast.

  A single cry of longing rushed past the boy’s swollen lips at Matt reached out, taking Aleks’ throbbing thick cock into his hands. Caressing, he began shaking as Aleks inched forward.

  “Take me boy and suck me before I ravage your sweet little body.”

  Matt crawled closer and darted his tongue out tasting Aleksandr’s cock for the first time. His actions tentative, he licked slowly, his tongue sliding across the sensitive slit.

  The sensations of pleasure trickled down Aleks’ spine. “Don’t tease me, boy.” Aleks tipped his head back, thrusting his hips forward until Matt took him firmly in one hand, gliding his fingers up and down his thick cock, grazing his balls and raking his nails across the sensitive underside. “Very nice.”

  Matt shuddered and lowered his head, tracing a slow circle around the cock head, his motions wavering and his hands shaky. He inched forward allowing his mouth to engulf the entire tip, using his strong jaw muscles to begin suckling as his tongue continued its lazy path.

  Aleks closed his eyes and allowed the delicious feelings to roar in frantic motions through his body reminding him that he could still enjoy such sinful pleasure, such titillating actions. He pressed his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into Matt’s mouth as the boy suckled with more verve. Aleks pulled out and held still waiting to see what Matt would do as he glanced down catching a whiff of his personal eye candy. The boy’s startling scent of musky tang awakened every nerve ending.

  Matt snaked his hands around Aleks’ hips, cupping his buttocks and slowly moved forward to engulf half Aleksandr’s cock, suckling and licking faster, drawing him in inch by inch. He squeezed Aleks’ balls and groaned.

  “That’s it, take me. Take all of me down, boy.” Aleks growled and thrashed his head from side to side as his needs grew to a demanding state, desperate to be fed. His patience waning, he thrust his hips forward nearly strangling Matt as he struggled to keep the frantic pace. In and out he plunged, fucking the boy’s mouth, his movements becoming manic, his blood racing.

  Matt sucked and licked allowing his mouth to be fucked harder as Aleks’ cock hit the back of his throat again and again. He whined around the massive shaft as Aleks pressed deeper and harder.

  Aleks growled, the dangerous timbre echoing throughout the dense space, bounding off the thin walls and he gripped the boy’s golden locks, fucking his mouth in a barbaric manner. “Boy, I long to come inside that pretty little mouth of yours but I need more. I must have all of you.” Still, he kept the wild pace thrusting with long powerful strokes, in and out, back in and all the way out until he could stand it no longer. Jerking Matt to his feet he thrust him over the cold steel bench meant for bondage and whipping and pressed his legs as far apart as his body would allow. Aleks palmed his hand down from Matt’s neck to his chiseled shoulders and down further to caress his back, kneading his waist.

  Matt shivered as he gripped the other side of the table and whimpered, arching his back with each touch. He panted and tilted his head as if trying to understand.

  Aleks slid his fingers down the crack of Matt’s ass, guiding his cheeks apart and inching his finger inside the boy’s tight hole.

  “No! I…no…” Whimpering, his voice barely a whisper, Matt struggled as Aleks pressed him further into the table.

  “I won’t hurt you.” He pushed his finger inside, passing the tight muscle r
ing as the boy squirmed. Pulling out, Aleksandr leaned down and pressed kisses across the heat of his back allowing his fangs to graze over Matt’s tender skin. He licked a line across the boy’s glistening neck as the taste of him frazzled his remaining senses. He was losing control. Aleks slid his finger back in and out, adding a second finger and a third, now thrusting harder with each stroke.

  “Oh…I…” His cries of anguish became moans of passion and with each new plunge of his fingers Matt met his driving hand, trusting his hips back to meet the hungry demand.

  Aleks hissed as the beast rose, driving him to the point of no return. Growling as the manic frustration of who he was and the thirst that ravaged his entire system, he placed his cock to the boy’s ass and pressed forward, sliding in and waiting as Matt’s muscles clenched around the invasion. Aleksandr’s entire system rocketed to a place of sheer ecstasy, a blazing rapture that consumed and stilled his very being. His hunger had to be sated, his need fulfilled. He snarled, his fangs nipping his bottom lip and pushed forward.

  “No…no…no!” The boy’s cries of rapture now becoming frantic, Matt clawed the table as his body shook, accepting Aleks’ thick cock.

  Aleks tilted back his head as he plunged the entire length of his shaft deep inside his ass and roared, allowing the beast to take him. Pummeling into him, he thrust harder and faster driving into the very heart of the boy. Slam after slam he plunged, his dick swelling inside the boy until the ache that burned his very soul took his remaining sanity, his remaining humanity. As the two needs collided in a shattering reverie of electric current that thrashed through his body and showered the body with powerful jolts, he jerked Matt’s head and lowered his face, slicing his fangs into the side of the boy’s neck.

  The scream was quickly squelched the moment his rich life saving blood flowed into Aleks’ greedy mouth. Matt clawed the table frozen from the intensity of the actions and his body began thrashing up and down in frenetic motions on the table, hitting with echoing thuds.

  Aleks purred and drank the sweet serum of his life as his cock erupted inside the boy and filled his system. The nourishing blood satisfied his thirst as Matt lay still, hypnotized by the man, the monster, the vampire who held him close.

  Moments later Aleksandr rose from the shivering boy, licking the wound closed and pressing kisses across the boy’s shoulders. He truly loved the taste of a man and this one was somehow sinful and sweet. “Very lovely my dear boy and I could do this again.”

  Matt moaned in soft pulses as he struggled to open his drooping eyelids. His lashes feathered across his cheek still hypnotized by the sensual effects of the drug and the loss of blood.

  Aleks licked slow and lazy circles around the base of his ear and once again over the wound ensuring that no one would know what had transpired. He steadied Matt onto his feet and knew that he would remember little of the event and what his mind comprehended would be met with a quiet pleasure, a touch of passion and nothing more. He helped Matt dress, whispering soft words of reassurance until the magical trance began to lose its effect. “Come, allow me to walk you out.”

  Matt nodded and together they walked out to the darkened lot surrounding the building. The glow of the full moon was the only light surrounding the area and as the moon kissed shadowed veil enveloped them, hovering like a warm blanket, he shivered. “I think a storm is rolling in.”

  Aleksandr gazed into the night sky as the first licks of lightning hit the horizon and relished in the steam of current that trickled and danced across into his cells, radiating the fresh blood coursing through his system.

  “Shit! It’s so damn dark here. How can you stand it?” Matt jumped from the first slice of rumbling thunder.

  Aleks chuckled. “It’s perfect for my needs.”

  Matt nodded as he opened his car door and turned slowly, his eyes lowering. “Thanks…um for everything. Will you send me glossies?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Matt fumbled getting into the car and started the engine, giving Aleksandr one last look.

  Aleks sighed as he watched the boy drive away and licked his lips. The experience had been delicious but somehow left him cold. He sighed and allowed his mind to wander to the many lonely nights. Centuries of lonely nights had left him almost bitter and while his needs were satisfied, he was restless. He’d hoped a new city and a new life would bring him peace. Instead, it brought him another series of strangling thoughts and even his art and his playtime hadn’t banished the ugly demons.

  He walked back toward the warehouse slowly and stared for several minutes into the storm filled sky as the clouds filtered over the moon blocking out all light yet his vision missed nothing. Sadly on nights such as this he wondered what it would be like to be human again. While being immortal certainly had its pleasures and benefits, the downsides were daunting. As he stepped onto the landing, a single reverberating noise caught his attention.

  He turned and stared out into the blackened night, catching a whiff of something…of someone. Hmm… He was being watched and while the person was cunning, he or she was not quite cunning enough. He scanned the area quickly. Seeing no one, he walked inside as his instincts kicked in. Someone was playing a game and one that they could very well lose with their life.

  Chapter Three

  “Hey buddy, bout damn time you made it into work. Got some news for ya.” Mike tipped his head.

  “Sorry, late night.” Jax rubbed his eyes.

  “Yeah, you look like shit too. What the hell did you do last night?”

  Jax sighed. While the evening had been wonderful with Amanda, when she left before midnight to meet her shift, he had sat on his back deck until the wee hours of the morning thinking about the murder, about the boy. “Just couldn’t sleep much last night. What about the club?”

  Mike grinned. “Well, it ain’t my kinda place, I’ll tell you that. Whew, got a lot of queers in there. I was never one for leather bullshit and now I freaking know why.”

  Jax cringed. While Mike was a good cop, his sensitivity level was zero on a scale of one to a thousand. He had nearly as many reprimands as commendations. “Please don’t tell me you started something.”

  “Hell no, buddy! I just sat and sipped on a beer. Had saucy little conversation with a guy that looked like Mr. Death. Didn’t get a lot of info but the bartender did recognize the kid. The only reason he remembered him at all was that he asked where the bathroom was.”

  “So Greg wasn’t a regular.”

  “Nope.” Mike threw him a newspaper. “Look what else we got to deal with.”

  “Oh Christ.” Jax stared at the front page and shook his head. Anytime you started the headline with Gruesome Murder Investigation Hits the River City, he knew damn good and well the phones would ring off the hook. He skimmed the article. At least they didn’t have the name of the kid yet but that would come soon enough.

  “Fucking vultures. Sergeant’s none too happy,” Mike added.

  “No shit, but they got a job to do just like we do.” God he hoped they solved this one fast or heads would roll and he half anticipated it would be theirs. “Charlotte call?”

  “Not me. Don’t think she likes me too much.”

  No shit Sherlock, you hit on her too many times. Grabbing his office phone, Jax checked his messages as he gave Mike a sullen look. “Great…the kid’s parents are coming out from Indiana.” They didn’t need to have to deal with grieving parents.

  “Yeah well, you know how it goes. He was their only son.”

  “You suddenly develop a conscience out of the blue?”

  Mike shrugged. “Don’t like kids gettin’ killed is all.”

  Hell, he couldn’t think of anything worse. “Anything back from the labs?”

  “All the fingerprints are accounted for. There are several sets but so far they all check out. Just friends and the girlfriend were in the house but there were a lot of them.” Mike tossed over a file folder. “Everything they got is on the screen but here’s the hard copy.
I know how old school you are.”

  “You’re on a roll today.” Jax shook his head as he flipped through the several page report, impressed as hell at what the lab folks had already determined. No foreign fibers either, hmmm…well it looked like they weren’t going to have any breaks.

  “Hey buddy, you try spending time in a place like Dark Towers and you tell me what you’d be like the next morning,” Mike chortled and took a swig from his cup.

  “We got nothing here to go on really. I think we’re going to have to go back to the scene.”

  “I figured you’d say that. Can we get breakfast on the way?”

  Somehow the thought of food nauseated him. “Sure, whatever.” He still had an inkling that the club had something to do with the kid’s death. “Did any of his friends comment about him going to the club?” Jax sighed realized it was going to be a long ass week.

  “Not the ones I talked to but perhaps we should have a little chat with the girl that found him. Evidently she’s the girlfriend.”

  “She still in the hospital?”

  “I checked this morning. She’s at her parents house but that’s all I know.”

  Jax nodded. “Then let’s make an appointment with her today if we can.”

  “We’re the police Jax or did you forget about that? We go and see who we want.” Mike chuckled and stood.

  Jax knew better than to get into it with him. “Let’s go.”

  “Detectives?” A lanky man strolled in, his face grim.

  “What’s wrong?” Jax knew Sergeant Sike’s look too well. Pissed.

  “There’s been another murder,” Sergeant Sikes looked back and forth between them.

  “Oh, fuck me. What, is this entire town going nuts or something right now?” Mike bellowed.

  “Evidently.”

  “By the look on your face you think it’s the same guy, don’t you?” Jax rubbed his eyes sensing the prickling hairs rising on the back of his neck. His instincts were working overtime. He knew damn well this was just the beginning.