Becomes the Rose (8 page)

“Tarin.” His lover’s voice was soft and gentle. “Tarin, my love, I want to be inside you. Will you let me come into you?”

“
Yes
,
Boyce
,
yes
,”
Tarin
gasped
eagerly
.
“
Take
me
,
Boyce
.
”

Tarin heard a low growl as Boyce positioned himself against his entrance, towering over him. His hands were braced on his lover’s smooth, bare chest. Their eyes met; Tarin’s wide, almost desperate, and Boyce’s narrowed. Their gazes never wavered from each other as his vampire slowly and steadily entered Tarin. As he felt Boyce sink into his tight, hot sheath, Tarin smiled.

“You… make me…”

The words were spoken in a deep, sensual groan, the sound of which was so erotic Tarin thought he would come from that alone.

“Complete.”

With a choked sound of joy, Tarin reached to hold Boyce’s shoulders. This was where he belonged, and Tarin would soon belong to Boyce for eternity.

Remembering to breathe deeply and calmly, Tarin let his body slowly relax around the large, hard shaft impaling him. He was unable to prevent a groan as Boyce slid deeper. His lover stopped a moment, pulled back, and pushed forward again. This time, his lover’s movement buried him to the hilt and Tarin cried out as his prostate was pressed hard.

As Boyce’s hard flesh fully breached his highly-stimulated body, Tarin arched up in response, almost missing the sharp prick of fangs as they penetrated his neck. He felt his heartbeat increase, thudding rapidly as adrenaline added to arousal. Feelings of elation coursed through him as, with each glide and hard, deep, possessive thrust into his body, Boyce suckled at his neck. His legs tightened around the older man’s waist, hands gripping Boyce’s arms as he bucked upwards on each thrust, trying to deepen his lover’s penetration of his body.

Tarin tightened his legs around Boyce’s hips, tilting his lower body upwards to take Boyce deeper still. Beginning to feel weak, he breathed hard, desperate for release at the hands of this man he loved more than life itself. He clenched his muscles tight around the iron-hard rod seated deep inside him and moaned.

“Oh, Boyce, please,” he begged, his voice barely more than a puff of air.

Boyce fought for control, wanting to make their coupling as pleasurable as possible for his lover. He suckled at the rich, intoxicating elixir, Tarin’s lifeblood, as his hips continued to thrust in smooth powerful movements.

For a second, Boyce stilled, and then he growled gutturally and surged forward, taking Tarin with hot, powerful thrusts. Bracing himself, he pounded hard and fast into the younger man, the feral nature of his subconscious taking over. All his being was focused on bringing the man beneath him more pleasure than Tarin could ever dream of or need again. Boyce never ceased to suck, even as he plunged hard and fast and deep into his beloved’s body, unconsciously aiming for, and finding, the tiny nub that drove Tarin wild with ecstasy.

Boyce heard a mewl of frustration escape Tarin as he moved away from his lover’s neck and his hips ceased their pleasurable pistoning motion. Looking down at Tarin, his lover arched his head back, freely offering his life’s essence. Tarin’s eyes watched him, obviously enraptured as Boyce licked an escaped drop of blood from his lips. He deliberately raised his own wrist to his mouth, opening the skin with his teeth and offering it to Tarin.

“Join with me, Tarin,” Boyce rasped. It was the penultimate step. If Tarin would not, could not, feed from him, he would not turn his lover.

As Tarin hesitated, Boyce thought he was being rejected and he was helpless to prevent the pain from showing in his eyes.

“I love you, I want this,” Tarin panted. “I fear failing you. I’m not sure I’m worthy…”

“You will never fail me,” Boyce assured him, elation coursing through him. “I love you. Join with me?”

A single droplet of Boyce’s blood landed on the skin next to his lover’s mouth and he watched Tarin lick it away. His lover’s eyes widened as the taste exploded on his tongue. There was a salty, coppery flavour, but there was so much more. Strength, integrity, passion, love, it was all there, all open to him, and Boyce fought down the urge to bellow his victory as Tarin’s lips tentatively closed over the small wounds in his wrist, clearly afraid of causing hurt.

Boyce groaned in a heady mix of elation, pleasure, and arousal. Tarin suckled with increasing fervour, feeding hungrily, and his desire for the young man increased exponentially.

It was time.

He could hold back no longer, and with a long, guttural moan, he thrust forward again. His pace increased incrementally until he slammed forward into Tarin’s tight heat. He drove his lover to the point of release again and again until Tarin was shaking and sweat-damp. He felt his lover suckle harder as slender hips moved instinctively to meet Boyce’s thrusts. Boyce could feel his body tightening like a wound coil as he approached his completion.

He moved with preternatural speed, removing his wrist from Tarin’s mouth, pinning his lover’s head to the side, and exposing the bruised throat. His hips pistoned frenetically, each sharp, feral snap ramming Tarin’s sweet spot. At the moment of his lover’s orgasm, Boyce bit deeply, suckling vigorously at what remained of his lover’s human blood.

Boyce knew that pleasure and pain had melded into one intense maelstrom of sensation for Tarin. His lover’s eyes were slightly unfocused as if seeing something beyond their surroundings. He groaned as his mate’s inner muscles clenched hard around him. Slender hands dug deeply into Boyce’s flesh as the vampire felt his lover’s seed spurt in fierce, staccato bursts between their stomachs. To Boyce’s deep, primal satisfaction, Tarin was lost in an orgasm that consumed his mate like a tsunami, relentless in its intent, seemingly unending. His lover shuddered uncontrollably, erotically beneath him with hitherto unknown pleasure.

Without releasing his teeth from his mate’s throat, Boyce unleashed a howl that rose and fell as Tarin’s tight channel clamped with brutal strength around him. The hot sheath squeezed every millimetre of his length, from root to tip, driving him to his own euphoric completion. The feel of the contracting channel, the scent of his lover’s release, and the taste of the last of his mate’s blood were a powerful and irresistible aphrodisiac. Boyce’s hips snapped forward in quick, feral thrusts and then he bucked powerfully with the force of his orgasm. His essence pumped hotly, possessively, and deeply inside Tarin, marking the human indelibly as his for all time.

As if from a distance, Boyce heard Tarin’s muted wail and his lover shuddered as he stiffened and gave one final hard, deep thrust. Bursts of liquid heat heralded Boyce’s seed filling his lover. As it pulsed over Tarin’s sensitised prostate a secondary orgasm tore through his human, leaving Tarin weak and helpless in its wake and the vampire threw back his head and roared again. Boyce could hear Tarin’s heart stutter as the last of his life’s blood drained away. However, Boyce was over him, around him, inside him, possessing him utterly in every sense, and he guarded his lover as Tarin surrendered himself utterly.

Gently, Boyce eased from the haven of his beloved’s body and gazed at the pale, naked form. Tarin needed to rest while Boyce’s blood made its slow, inexorable way throughout his body. When he awoke, it would be to feed once more. Boyce was already relishing Tarin’s recovery, and he dropped a tender kiss to lax lips. He smiled at the look of bliss on his lover’s face. A tap on the door caused him to turn away from the beloved visage.

“Come,” he commanded imperiously. He raised an interrogatory eyebrow at Flynn as the blond entered carrying a white silk sheet, a fluffy white towel and face cloth draped over one arm and a lightly steaming bowl of vanilla-scented water in his hands.

“Eric has fed and is resting. He wanted me to perform this as much I wanted to myself.”

“I should have guessed.” Boyce smiled. He was pleased that it was his closest friend that would tend to his lover. He used the water to wash himself as well while he watched Flynn tenderly clean Tarin’s unresponsive body. Finally, the blond wrapped the silk sheet over the pale form, scooped him into his arms and offered him to Boyce.

“He’s strong, Boyce,” Flynn said with a smile. “You and he make a good match.”

As if aware of the words and in whose arms he now lay, Tarin made a small sound and tried to nestle closer to Boyce’s solid frame.

“He is my world,” Boyce said softly. “Ensure we will be left undisturbed for several hours and then go to your own beloved, my friend,” he added.

Grinning, Flynn watched his Master carry his new consort to the room Flynn had prepared for him.

From unspeakable sorrow had come immeasurable joy. It was the start of a new life for them all.

The End

Born in the UK, Pelaam is now a resident of New Zealand with her partner. Pelaam is an Art Historian and an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction, but especially the “History Mystery” genre.

Becomes
the
Rose
is
Pelaam
’
s
first
published
story.

Pelaam has just won the 2009 Literotica Author Award in the category Best Gay Male Story for “Opposites Attract”

A
first-prize
winning
story
“
A
Call
from
the
Heart
”
can
also
be
found
on
www.literotica.com
along
with
other
Pelaam
works.