by V L Moon
“Don't kill him, Laziel. We need answers.” With great reluctance, Laziel let go. The Nephilim slid down the wall leaving feathers in cracks in the brick. Laziel alighted next to Malachi as they loomed over the dazed male.
“Name.” A demand from Malachi.
“Fuck you,” the male muttered and earned a cuff on the head from Laziel.
“Answer him, or those wings you're so proud of will disappear,” Laziel growled.
“No need for that yet, angel. Hold him still.” While the angel locked a hold on the Nephilim, Malachi burrowed into his mind. With little effort, he garnered the name and a bit more.
“Celix. Only son of Raquhel, Fallen some two hundred fifty years ago. A nasty fucker; makes one wonder how he graced the hallowed halls of Heaven for so long.”
“Get out of my head, you filthy cur.” Celix lunged forward, hatred coloring his nearly perfect features. Blond hair, blue eyes, the face of the proverbial angel, yet a soul more fetid than most demons. His attempt at escape was laughable.
“No worries on that, Celix. I do not wish to be tainted by your filth. I have my own special brand of savagery. Too bad Raquhel will have no one to carry on his bloodline.” The Nephilim struggled in earnest. “End him, Laziel. I have needs that require your more lascivious attentions.”
The angel's Katana rose but never met its mark. Five new arrivals had Malachi and Laziel spinning to face the newest threat. Blades, fists and feathers flew. Enraged and on the peak of a sexual high, Malachi made short work of his enemies. When he spun back to the wall, a hiss of displeasure erupted. Celix was gone.
With a ferocious growl and a flick of thought he flung himself the last distance to his suite. He knew, without a doubt, an angered Laziel would follow. Once inside, he picked up the phone and hit zero. “We’re here. Yes, the rest of the night.” He hung up and reached for the bottle of Glenfiddich. With the snifter filled, he forced himself to recline in the deep leather chair, swirling the liquid and inhaling the rich bouquet. As he took his first sip, Laziel appeared in the doorway of the bedroom naked flesh glowing in the candlelight. Malachi’s greedy eyes tracked over the leather harness crossing the angel’s chest, the leather collar and the black silk G-string.
“On the table.” Lachi ordered his voice rough with need. Laziel obeyed, and padded barefoot toward his destination with an exaggerated roll of his hips. The angel settled on his stomach, as Malachi watched through heavy, hooded eyes. His mouth dried with the force of his need. He tilted up the glass in his hand and frowned to find it empty. Glenfiddich was to be savored, not swallowed like water. But, with such a sexy distraction, he couldn’t help himself. With his gaze again on the angel, Malachi surged to his feet and calmly sat the snifter on the bar.
He crossed to stand at the foot of the onyx slab and let his gaze roam over the bounty spread on his table. Laziel was beautiful. Perfectly proportioned, heavily muscled and smooth to the touch, the angel fit against Malachi as if they were made for each other. With his cock threatening to burst through his zipper, Malachi prowled around the table stopping at each wrist and ankle to fasten the bindings. Once again at Laziel’s side, he brought a hand up to hover over the angel’s bare ass. He could hear the angel’s heart, jackhammering in his chest, yet he lay still as stone.
“You know the rules, Laziel. Are you ready?” The calm question belied the savagery that seethed through his veins. Laziel nodded once.
The variety of instruments and toys on the table gleamed in the candlelight. The silver sheen of handcuffs vied for attention next to the steel cock rings and nipple clamps. Supple black leather wound around bottles of lube and ball gags. Masks of every variety hung from hooks on the side. Malachi ignored those. He much preferred seeing Laziel’s face, to feel the weight of his yearning gaze. And that mouth, to cover it would be a sacrilege. Malachi made his choice and returned his attention to his spread eagled angel.
The flat square head at the end of the quirt rubbed hypnotically up and down the backs of Laziel’s thighs, up over his ass and down to the other side. The angel trembled and his breathing increased.
“You want this, don’t you, angel?” Malachi purred. He touched the Laziel’s right shoulder with the quirt, the signal he was allowed to answer.
“Hmm. Please.” Dark and mysterious, Laziel’s voice acted as a caress against Malachi’s flesh.
The thin strip of leather whistled through the air landing with a satisfying crack against the flawless creamy surface of Laziel’s tight ass. The whirling mass of fury inside Malachi blazed higher, and hotter. His mouth watered with the want to taste the angry red welt that immediately sprang up on Laziel’s firm flesh. Malachi resisted, denying himself the erotic flavor of celestial skin. Instead, he distracted himself with the angel’s turgid shaft. Reaching between the table and Laziel’s taut stomach, Lachi palmed the thick length and tugged it backwards until it lay as a feast before his eyes. Torturously, he traced it with the quirt.
“I think I forgot something, Laziel. But that’s easily rectified.” His gaze flipped back to the table, and in seconds, he had a cock ring fastened around the base of Laziel’s weeping length.
“Can’t have you shooting your load all over the table,” Malachi whispered against the inside of Laz’s thigh. He inhaled deeply, the musky aroma of the angel’s lust and intoxicating scent. However, the anger still demanded attention, demanded an outlet. With a final taste of the unmarred flesh, he stood.
Almost on autopilot, his arm rose again, landing the second strike on the opposite cheek. Like a tidal wave of liberation, he used the crop on the angel’s ass and thighs. Vicious blows rained down against Laziel’s flesh, but were quickly tempered by the soothing glide of Malachi’s tongue. He lost count of the licks given, and soon the coppery tang of the angel’s blood visited his tongue. Still trapped inside the restrictive trousers, his cock wept pearly tears of need, staining the material. Finally, arm aching, Malachi tossed the quirt aside, his chest heaving from exertion.
On the table, Laziel lay without moving; only the steady rise and fall of his chest an indication Malachi had not injured him too severely. Still, welts covered Laz’s buttocks and thighs. So many crisscrossed paths, he couldn’t count them. Some trickled blood. Those Malachi laved yet again, closing the wounds so they could heal.
Anger spent for the moment, he took a deep cleansing breath and strode to the bathroom for the wash cloth. Tenderly, almost reverently, he washed the angel’s wounds. Until Laziel, Malachi had never considered how his partners were tended; however with the angel, Malachi needed this time as much as he needed the former. Satisfied at last, he tossed the cloth in the same direction as the crop and stripped.
Placing a knee on the table, he joined his male on the wide flat surface and unhooked the ankle restraints. His hands slid under Laz’s hips and lifted until the angel rested on his knees, ass high in the air. The heated lube landed on his palm in response to his unspoken command. Deftly, he squirted some onto his fingers and then against the seam of the angel’s ass. Long fingers followed the slick fluid massaging it into Laziel’s flesh. His fingers slid slowly over Laz’s entrance rimming the ring of tight muscle.
Placing his index finger against the opening, Malachi pushed breaching the muscle and penetrating his male. Slowly, he worked Laziel’s flesh, stretching him, preparing him. One finger became two. Malachi surged up on his knees and stroked his own cock coating it with the apple flavored lube. The angel's favorite, too bad he wouldn't taste it. Palming the mounds of the angel’s ass, Malachi spread Laziel wide and teased with the bulbous head of his thickly veined shaft, pressing it against Laziel’s well-oiled anus. In a slow steady glide, he slid into the angel down to the root and groaned when the white hot heat of Laziel’s inner walls grasped his shaft.
“So fucking tight,” he growled rocking his hips. Laziel’s muscles clenched around the girth of his cock and squeezed even more. Malachi began to move, driving deep into the angel. Hard and fast, Malachi’s hips pi
stoned back and forth as he held onto Laziel with both hands. The harsh smack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room. Malachi's orgasm scaled the wall of his anger seeking its own release. Resolutely, it tamped down the anger, shoving it aside as the powerful climax built in his loins. Grasping the angel's hair, Malachi wrapped it around his forearm, stretching the angel's head back, exposing the strong bronzed column of his throat. His fangs punched through his gums. God, he needed to feed.
“Do it.” Laz’s voice echoed in his head. For once, Malachi obeyed. He struck with impressive accuracy given the frantic way in which he rode Laziel. The first warm mouthful of blood electrified his senses. Warmth spread through him taking with it the only aspect of peace he’d ever understood. His haven; his angel.
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CHAPTER THREE
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Glad of the pain that appeased the ache residing in his heart, Laziel focused on the constant furious stab of Lachi’s hot ravaging cock. He used the echoing slap of flesh against skin to drown out the world around him until all that existed was the sweet feel of friction and the deep seated fullness of Lachi inside of him.
For years, Laziel watched Lachi feed his carnal compulsions. It benefited Lachi that the vampire race was a sturdy breed, one that healed quickly from his overzealous ministrations. More often than not, the submissives used in his earlier days pleaded with Lachi to make them his regular partners. They were bespelled, taken in by the dark lurid charms of Lachi's dominant prowess to such a degree they bled in joyous exultation while begging the vampire to take them again and again. And, there standing on the sidelines stringently keeping guard as his body yearned to be the one feeling the sting from Lachi's whip or the heated caress of his calloused strong hands, stood Laziel.
Laziel understood that for Lachi the sadistic tendencies were and had always been about his need to dominate the flare of unbridled fury running through his veins. But, time took its toll on the battered deformity of Laziel’s weary heart. Again and again, Lachi's hungered prowess vied for more and more pain to rule out the tide of vicious anger beating inside him. The once stream of willing participants trickled away. Fear rode in on a wave of gossip and rumor, all of which were undeniably true. At the peak of his rage, Lachi was an animal, relentless in both his appetites for pain and for sexual relief.
All Laziel hoped for eventually came true, the night those whispered words tumbled so eagerly from his wanton lips. “Use me... Take me... Lachi... Please. Just this once let me be the one to take your pain.”
Lachi had obliged, albeit reluctantly at first.
Centuries later, Laziel lay splayed, sweat drenched and shimmering, tied and bound to the cold hard surface of Lachi's onyx slab. A celestial glow radiated out from his warm naked flesh, sending waves of light and illustrious scent around their private room. The intoxicating aroma ebbed and flowed with each cresting wave of Laziel’s hungered lust. From Lachi's skill in tightening the tantalizing stretch of the leather restraints, to the anxious expectation of what toys he would use, the anticipation drew blissful mewls of exquisite ecstasy from Laziel’s gasping mouth. Laziel remained unmoving, just so his vampire could gratify his need and satiate his hunger for lascivious sex. All the while, he unknowingly held the epitome of Laziel's delicate heart and celestial soul in a captivated state of utter enthrall and catapulted the angel’s body and mind into a lurid frenzy of sensation and need.
The vibrating cock ring with its incessant pulse tightly gripped the hardened base of Laziel’s swollen cock and robbed him of the will to speak. The selfish assertion of the vampire’s act stopped the threat of Laziel’s angelic seed being released sooner than Lachi desired. Instead, Laziel focused on each bitter sweet sting of that glorious whip, on its delicious bite as it thrashed against the flawless perfection of his soft glowing skin.
When Lachi tortured him further by laving his tongue over the reddened welts flayed on his back, Laziel’s body trembled. On instinct, he lifted the mounds of his rosy red ass to greet the heat from Lachi’s mouth. With cursed despair, Laziel lay denied, and the heavy weight of his potent sac ached with the need to spill his seed. But not for long.
Senses heightened under the prevailing storm of Lachi’s assault, Laziel gripped then pulled on the thick leather bonds holding him down. The leather creaked from the strain of Laziel’s strength, but refused to yield. Laziel growled a low menacing snarl that reverberated up from the depths of his chest. His ass clenched, and his inner muscles spasmed as he gripped the girth of Lachi’s cock and held on tight through each of the vampire’s deep savage thrusts. The slickened hot length of his pistoning sex filled Laziel, stretched him wide, drawing long rasping breaths from Laziel’s pleading lips.
“Do it…faster…harder…fuck me…” The lurid words dripped unconsciously from the ample swell of Laziel’s lush mouth. Lachi, never one for leaving his angel unfulfilled, ramped up the last visages of his ill-tempered will and pounded into him harder. Laziel pushed up to meet each of those frenzied, torturous thrusts, evidencing the depths of the angel's need to feel the torrid delights of intense sensual pain as Lachi’s substantial length filled him again and again. With each pounding plunge, Lachi ground down upon Laziel’s heavenly ass and twisted his hips, until the eruption of Lachi’s tempered release filled the angel with his heated seed. They were joined, and in that moment in time, Lachi was his world, his heat, the emanating fusion of his love of life and sex. Yeah…They were all about the sex.
When Lachi’s fangs descended and sank into his throat, the taking of blood, although glorious, was quick and too short lived. The knowledge brought a wry hint of humor to Laziel’s smirking lips. The angel planned his own brand of torture, payback in kind in the art of combat. Once the scent of blood, sweat and tears drained away Lachi's last remnants of ferocity, Laziel would fulfill his own needs by slowly savoring his vampire’s provocative allure.
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Hours later within the confines of Lachi's private training center, Laziel’s body once more radiated in the basking glow of his ethereal power. Sweat gleamed over the taut strained flesh that stretched over the thickly veined muscles of Laziel’s strong arms, abs and thighs. It ran from the hollow of the celestial's throat in small rivulets to well between the ripped formed dips and curves of his torso. Laziel still wasn't spent.
Laziel’s blood ran like liquid fire through his veins, heating up the inferno residing inside the depths of his heart. Its frantic beat crashed against the wall of Laziel's broad chest as the memory of Lachi's dominant grunts of release lingered, ringing still in the angel's ears. Needy for more than being Lachi’s sex partner, Laziel, in a fit of undignified fury ripped down the loose waist band of his sweats and grunted through the desired pain of tightening the triple row of silver spikes. The sharp barbs dug into the angel's healing flesh, reopening the older wounds until a fresh steady flow of blood coursed over the bulging muscles of Laziel’s rock-solid thigh.
“Shit!” The pain was good, and for a few minutes it gifted Laziel with a distraction from the memory of Lachi spilling his seed. “Damned bastard. Fuck!” Laziel tightened the band again, rejoicing in the tethered bite of pain as the hooked rows of steel teeth bit into the hard underlying muscle. The abhorrent and sinful thoughts Laziel held for the vampire male slowly ebbed away with the numbing dull thud of agony shooting through the angel’s skull. But, it wasn't over yet. The night was still young. And, try as he might, Laziel couldn’t forget Lachi still needed to feed. Oh for the love of self-flagellation. Just the thought of Lachi's lips pressed against the vein running along the line of his throat was enough to flood Laziel’s wicked core and send a tremor of lust racing up his spine.
It was going to be a bloody long night. And Laziel couldn’t wait.
Fresh from the shower, Laziel blocked out the pulse of pain from the barbs and took the scenic route through the older section of their quarters. The gallery walls displayed Laziel's own commission of private portraits; each o
ne a much loved and detailed depiction of Lachi through the centuries. All were painted by the hand of whatever artist was in favor at the time. Laziel loved them and often found he stared wistfully into the hypnotically deadly stare of Lachi’s lethal gaze. Drawn on by the pull of Lachi's hunger, Laziel instinctively knew where the vampire King impatiently paced. His ravenous appetite for Laziel’s blood refused to wane, even after all this time. The animalistic surge of energy projected by the King coated Laziel’s senses, drawing him in closer by the second with the tantalizing allure of Lachi’s salacious craving for celestial blood.
Upon entering the library, Laziel physically and mentally sighed. The warm gold of the ornate fixtures and fittings mixed beautifully with the deep seated over-stuffed crimson sofas that lay overwhelmed with huge comfortable cushions. They sat invitingly in front of a huge roaring fire. The impressive hearth took up the entirety of the main facing wall. Its dominance in the room was, as ever one of comfort and heartwarming sanctuary. The sweet aroma of beeswax mingled with the smell of the books, lying housed within the three surrounding floor to ceiling book cases. Thousands upon thousands of first editions, parchments and scrolls all married together through the decades to produce a most outstanding collection of reading material within which Laziel spent hours happily lost.
This night, however, there was to be no such diversion. Beside the open hearth, Lachi stood dressed in ought but his skin; he was the reason for Laziel’s being. Without question, Lachi was the epiphany of masculine beauty and grace, and for just a moment as the vampire stared transfixed by the flames, Laziel’s eyes took in the enthralling form of the well sculptured Adonis. From top to toe, Lachi's bronze tinted skin shimmered, highlighted by the radiant glow of the flickering flames. Absently, Laziel rubbed the prickling skin of his hands over his thighs and wondered futilely how soft Lachi's still damp hair would feel if ran between the needful fingers of Laziel's deft hands.
