Gregory
I changed into my oldest shirt, trousers, stockings and boots. Rather outdated but fitting well enough. Then I went for a casual stroll through the garden towards a pool in a clearing. The shadows were thick under a crisp new moon that offered the slightest illumination. I so appreciated how lovely the hints of light were, gleaming off leaves and trees and shrubs and stones.
I had never been afraid of the darkness in the forest, even as a boy. So many around me had feared it was filled with evil spirits and wild beasts roaming for an unwary meal. In fact, that's how they explained away my disappearance, so many centuries ago.
Carried off by a wolf, he was. See those torn garments? Broken staff? Bet it was a wolf, got him. Weren't nothin' else strong enough.
It was almost sad, how desperate they were to explain it away. To raise even more doubts about the deep forest near them. I had long understood they only feared the silence and peace of it all, the very aspects I most appreciated. And they stayed apart from it till many centuries later, after most of it had been cut away.
I found the stream that was fed by the pond, flowing gentle past ancient trees and thick shrubbery. Reeds along its banks. Dragonflies still dancing about. And mosquitoes, though I didn't need to concern myself with those little bloodsuckers. They would buzz up, sense I was their superior in feasting upon humans, and huff away, angry that I'd toyed with them.
As I neared the pool, I heard Gregory sneaking up on me. Sensed his need. As mine had been rekindled by bathing Franz, and laying him upon my bed, and caressing his entire being with my fingertips before covering him with a fine duvet. Then I made certain the door was locked so he could not escape should he wake before I returned.
Of course, that it meant I had actually captured him. Imprisoned him, after a fashion. As Gregory had dreamt of doing. So I would be his proxy, tonight.
He grabbed me from behind, hand over my mouth, arm around my chest. I pretended to struggle, but in moments he had bound my hands and feet, gagged me, slung me over a shoulder and carried me away from the pond to a clearing, his elegant hands pawing at my ass. To say it was erotic is to say that night is dark. I loved every touch.
He dropped me onto my back then flipped me over and jumped on my ass to hold me in place. His hands mauled my cheeks through the trousers as he ground his groin into me, rocking back and forth. Even with that Union Suit encompassing him, I could feel how ripe and ready his dick was.
I had always loved the look of Gregory's erection. Long and not quite round and almost fat, with a head that seemed to love being released for view. I had thought it beautiful from the first moment I'd seen him, at that pond. I'd often felt if my choice of entertainment did not have an appendage as glorious as his, it was not as completely enjoyable. I had a feeling Franz would rise to the occasion, once I had coaxed him into being one with me.
Gregory shifted back to rest on my calves and pulled me up to a kneeling position, then sat me back against him, my ass still pressing against his crotch. His hands slipped down my sides and along my inner thighs to grope me, almost rough but not quite.
"This is how I take the men I want, every time," he whispered in my ear. "When I see one, I watch and wait, and especially enjoy moving on him after he's had his way with some wench or lady of the evening. Especially when he thinks he's spent and has nothing more to give. I like to prove no matter how attracted he is to women, that he can be used by a man in the same way."
His hands slipped up my belly to caress my chest, and I felt need build within me.
"I had a glorious one in Italy, a few years ago. A stallion of a man with hair on his chest and face and thick curls on his head, his profile Romanesque. He slapped a girl into letting him to fuck her. Which I really think counts as rape. Don't you?"
He did not want an answer. Instead, he tore my shirt open to pinch and pull at my nipples, twisting them in ways I didn't know could be so damned erotic. It was all I could do not to nod. Instead, I made myself grunt in fear and shook my head no.
"He didn't even undress. He was in a pair of dirty knee breeches. All he did was unbutton them, pull himself out and lift her skirt up before plunging into her as an animal would. What made it confusing is, she was really quite pretty. Nicely round with long black hair. Very buxom. And she seemed interested in him. If he'd worked it right he could have made her wife to him."
He trailed his fingers down the hair on my belly to my groin, tickling and dancing along. I flinched, but not from fear. More like from how wonderful it felt.
"She did not fight him, just lay there. Let him hump her like a dog does a leg. Which I did not mind. I enjoyed watching his rather ample ass bop up and down and up and down, faster and faster until he ejaculated. Then he rose and shoved her away. He left his dick out as he exited the house and went to pee. Which he did in a corner of the building. What he had was nice enough. Not as lovely as yours. Or mine. But acceptable."
He slipped a hand inside my trousers and groped me. I almost laughed from the joyous sensations it sent through me. Only Gregory could bring such intense feelings to me.
"The moment he finished, I grabbed him before he could tuck away. Left him swinging in the breeze."
"That was unwise, Gregory," I managed to murmur through the gag. "Someone might have seen you."
"The girl did. Looked out a window from above. Saw my left hand over his mouth, to keep him silent. Saw my right hand groping him. Saw him struggling against me. Probably saw how erect I was in my trousers. I hadn't received my Union Suit, yet. I think she knew I was planning to take him, because she smiled and dropped a length of rope to me. I grabbed it, tore a section off with my teeth, used it to bind his wrists. Used more to bind his ankles and knees together, and used the last of it to gag him."
He grabbed the inside seam of my own trousers legs and tore them open, revealing me. Let's just say, thanks to his groping I was more erect than I should have been. But he seemed to love the fact that I was.
"I worked so quickly, I don't think he understood what was happening. Then a bundle of his clothing fell at my feet. I looked up, and she was no longer smiling, but merely flicked her hand in a way that told me to take him. So I carried him off to a deserted house some distance away."
He let me fall back, face up, my hands still bound behind me. Then he straddled my thighs and dove in to kiss and bite at my nipples and chest and belly. His hands caressed my sides and hips and groin, driving me near insane with need.
"He tried to fight me. But that only made me. Want him more. Made me. Need him. I love the feel of a man. Struggling under me. Twisting. Turning. Bucking. Grunting in fear and anger. At my touch."
Funny he should think the same as me.
I did what I could to indulge him with the fighting, but I was enjoying his assault far too much to make it believable. He almost laughed at me.
"Look at you, Léon. It's just like the night I turned you. All six of us taking you. Using you for our pleasure. Terrifying you, even as you loved it. I couldn't feed on you, by Prior Pius' demand, but I could use you rough. And make you bleed. And taste you that way."
He crouched down and maneuvered between my legs so they were resting on his back, my ankles still bound. His hands tore away the remains of my trousers to cup my ass and squeeze my cheeks.
"None of the others like to do that to their men. But I had learned the pleasure of it long before Prior Pious took me. Fingers. Lips. Tongue. After a thorough cleaning, of course. So you see, I was already prone to washing my food. All of us were. That was why we took you, in that pond. You were a beautiful youth, glistening and clean and healthy. I was so glad my little trick worked and kept you from true death."
He bend down to kiss the head of my dick. Lick it. Whisper down and up its sides. His tongue always working on me. I pushed against him, my ass clenching. No more fantasy, now. I was too erect and well into my need for him.
"That house had a bed of straw, and I threw my Italian on it. Tore open his shirt, like I did yours. Yanked his breeches to his knees. He wasn't clean, but all I wanted was to fuck him. So I slammed him face down and spread his cheeks and found his hole and rammed myself into him, as hard as I had you. He screamed in pain and I laughed. And I pumped into him like he had into that girl. And I continued, holding myself back for nearly an hour, until he was no longer moving or fighting me. Until he had formed his own erection. Then I let myself release into him."
That is when Gregory's mouth encompassed my erection and he sucked on me and kissed at me and toyed with me, using his tongue and fingers in unison, fast and demanding and pulling at me harder and harder. His hands then caressed my thighs and rolled my balls and played with my pubic hair, up and down and up and down until the whole of my being roared up from the deepest depths of me and I could not hold back and had to ejaculate into him. Over and over and over.
He swallowed every bit of it.
He lay atop me for several moments, his mouth still holding me, then finally he rose. Licked his lips. His grin a beautiful abomination.
"He was not moving," he whispered. "He was in shock. That is when I carried him to a pond, like I first carried you. Tore away all his clothing. Bathed him, slow and easy in ways so very invasive he still had to squirm, in response."
He fondled my balls and tickled at my pubic hair.
"Who knew vampires could act like raccoons before every meal. We should return to America, sometime. I hear the feeding in the West has grown quite remarkable."
That country was one I had consistently resisted. Our last trip during the Revolutionary War had proven nearly disastrous. We'd come close to exposure and had lost nearly a third of our fortune while escaping from a mob of patriots who thought us British spies. While that country's recent Civil war had promised much, I managed to keep everyone focused on the battles in the Ottoman Empire, Russia, Italy and Spain.
My preferences became even more acceptable when a coven of vampires was discovered in Mexico and slaughtered, shortly after the French were kicked out. The second one to be destroyed. But they had dismissed the Oiym's regulations so brought it upon themselves. The entire community now agreed the rule were smart and Europe was a much better form of chaos.
"I used my every trick I knew to bring that bastard up to an erection, and made him release into my mouth. Even as I mauled his ass. A rather hairy one. I'm not surprised he kept his pants on when he fucked that girl. Yours is so much nicer. As is your dick."
He raised my legs up and slipped in between them so they rested on his shoulders, this time. And that was despite my boots still being on and my ankles tightly bound. His hands mauled my ass, constantly, fingering my hole while caressing my spent balls. Then I felt the head of his dick press against me.
And slide inside me.
Slowly.
Oh so fucking elegantly.
"I fucked him three times before I fed on him. His blood was rich and lovely, like most Italians. Not one drop was wasted."
In and out of me he went. In and out. And I struggled because I wanted to hold him close as he fucked me, but my hands were bound. And while I could have just torn the bindings apart I knew this was what Gregory wanted, and I had promised to let him do as he wished. But I still clenched around his dick and he worked me.
"And when he was drained, I took him back to that bed of straw, laid his body onto it, and set it aflame. Left his bundle of clothing by the entrance, so it would not be badly burned."
"No one...questioned it?" I managed to gasp through the gag.
"No. I heard later. They thought. He'd started a fire. In the house. And it got out of control. The girl said nothing about me. She was lucky. She did not wind up. With child."
That is when he slammed hard, against me, and let loose. Gasping. Grunting. Almost whining. He arched back, breathing deep then fell forward onto me. Breathless.
I was also in a different sphere of existence, at that moment. I had been with each of the others at one time or another over the last eight centuries, but only Gregory had ever managed to bring me to this state of grace. I think half the reason was because he had been my first man. My first lover. And had saved me from true death.
He was also the oldest of us all. Twenty-seven, going by his human age when Prior Pious turned him. A fine education by the monks at St. Peter Prime. Scholar to King Æthelstan for three years. Then taken away from it all. It had bothered him, this was obvious, for he had turned no one, prior to me. Nor after. The closest was to make Meron his doùlos, and he said that was for practical purposes. We needed a manservant and he was open to it.
Still, I could see true affection growing between them. Getting permission for him to make Meron his companion would be paramount for me.
Finally, Gregory removed my gag and kissed me, long and deep. Then he whispered, "Oh, Léonidès, that was exactly what I needed."
"Must I tell you, I did, as well?"
His hand whispered down my front to pass over my groin. "Liar. You were only indulging me."
"I would not say that."
He noticed I was smiling and licked his lips.
I continued with, "Have you done this with any of our pack?"
He hesitated then shook his head. "They do not like being bound."
"Would Meron?"
"I told you; I've never asked him."
"You know, Gregory, the looks he casts you are very telling. And he is a lovely man."
"May I confess something to you?"
"Of course."
"That Italian bore a strong resemblance to him." He chuckled. "He satisfied me in this way, for well over a month. Nor did I feed for a week. I think I finally understand your love of a man's seed in your belly as well as his blood. It opens your heart to your mind and vise versa. Brings a deeper intensity to you." He hesitated then continued, "Did you do this with Dmitriy?"
It took me a moment to answer him, because it reminded me of how perfect my moment with him had been. And how the hollow in my heart was made obvious by not having him. I finally sighed and nodded. And wished Gregory hadn't asked me that question.
Gregory caressed my chin, and another sigh whispered from him. "You just walked away from me. I could see it in your face."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. As I said, I have felt the same. The need for someone as your...as your mate."
"Like Meron? It makes me happy to know he is so special to you."
He hesitated then gave the slightest of shrugs and quickly added, "You are still the first man in my life."
"But...?"
"You are also my Blood Angel."
"Was I just now?"
He hesitated then took in a deep breath. "I did not go as far with you as I did that Italian. I didn't dare."
I nodded. "Release me."
He smirked. "You cannot do it, yourself?"
I merely looked at him. He pulled me up to sitting position and removed my bindings with a surprising tenderness. When he was done, I leaned back to lie in his lap and look up at him. The most loyal of my pack. The most open to anything I wanted and willing to accept any limitation I put on them. The one I had partnered with, in bed, most often. With the others, that was a way of maintaining their link to me. With Gregory, I had always thought our play had been between equals. But now I saw it had only been as equal as he felt he could be to me.
"Are you hungry, Gregory?"
He seemed surprised at the question. "No. That Frenchman, on top of the smorgasbord of the battlefield, I will be fine the rest of the month." He gently kissed my cheek. "What about you? I saw the look in your eyes as we bathed Franz."
I nodded. "I know, but I had also fed. And I swear, I will not turn him until I am sure of him."
"Léon, be careful. This could wind up like what happened between Gabrielle and Dmitriy."
His concerns added more to my hesitation. What if Franz was unwilling to be one with me? What could I do with him, then? Let him go? Kill him? Neither prospect was viable, to me.
"I'll have to see," I said. "I won't know until it's done, but I will not plunge into it, as she did."
"I wish I could be your mate."
"As do I." I sat up. Chuckled at the sight of me in my torn clothing. "I will see to it the Oiym allow you to have Meron."
"I still think they will give preference to you. With Franz."
"I will not even ask them until I am ready. Not until I am sure."
"Nethys will know."
"She probably already does. Still, I will send a telegram off to them, tomorrow. Working this through the proper channels there is no telling how long that will take before I can turn him. But you and Meron should be as one, now."
Gregory beamed. "Thank you, Léonidès."
"Why not go ask him if he's really open to it?"
"With your scent upon me? I think I'll bathe, first."
"Shall we bathe together?"
"Like we first did?"
I smiled. He drew me into a kiss.
And we jumped back to the pond to enjoy ourselves like innocent children. For the last time.
(To be continued in Blood Angel-Franz)
