Love is Blindness (3 page)

Soaring, Kieran was completely focused on Lucien’s touch, Lucien’s tongue.

Lucien’s touch slid up his legs again, circling at his hips. One slid around his cock, the other fondled his balls—not squeezing, but cupping, feeling. So close, Kieran keened, the sweet touch to his balls driving him mad.

Lucien’s teeth suddenly scrapped alongside his hole, the sensation sharp and startling, a marked contrast to the soft tongue that impaled him. Lights flashed behind his eyes and he screamed as he came, cock throbbing in Lucien’s hold.

Tongue sliding from Kieran’s ass, Lucien moved up to lap at the small of his back, making the sensations vibrate within him. Kieran fought to catch his breath and put himself back together.

“You are beautiful from behind, Kieran. I cannot wait to see your front.” The words whispered along his skin.

“Thank you.” Panting, Kieran closed his eyes.

Seeing him from the front was going to kill him.

*****

Lucien floated on sensation. Nothing aroused his senses, his needs as much as someone new, and it had been far, far too long since that someone had been as sensuous and abandoned as Kieran.

He realized the marijuana had probably helped Kieran in that abandonment, made it easier for the man to overlook his usually careful ways. Not that there was such a thing as unsafe sex for Lucien, but he thought perhaps, high or not, Kieran was not quite ready to hear about his secrets just yet.

The man was a bright presence to him. Lucien could feel Kieran’s shape by the heat of him, could smell Kieran’s skin, his seed, his blood pumping within the track of veins beneath lovely, warm skin. Now that he had tasted from Kieran, Lucien would be able to find the man in the densest crowd, the pull of that fine body like a magnet.

He curled around Kieran’s heat, the soft pillows beneath him not nearly as silky and fine as the skin his fingers were eager to continue exploring.

Groaning softly, Lucien ignored the way his cock throbbed, the way his need urged him to take the hot, tight hole he’d tasted. Instead, Lucien encouraged Kieran to turn onto his back so he could finish the picture in his mind.

The scents enflamed him, rich and varied but still somehow complementary, reminding him of a fine wine, the scent just before grapes burst upon the tongue. The curls on Kieran’s legs were soft, tickling Lucien’s palms, one shinbone marred with the tiniest lump.

“You are beautiful,” Lucien told Kieran softly. He bent to kiss Kieran’s hip, his teeth scraping over the bone. The blood that pumped just beneath the surface called to him, begged for his bite. He held back, though, the taste he’d already taken still warming in his belly, still thrumming through his own veins

“What do you like best?” he asked, wanting to hear the lovely voice wash over him again. His fingers pushed into the muscles of Kieran’s thighs, stimulating the nerves as he tilted his head to catch Kieran’s answer.

“Best? In which way?” Those lean thighs parted, Kieran spreading easily for him. “Sexually, I like anything that feels good.”

Lucien smiled against Kieran’s inner thigh. He’d felt the man buck against him when he’d bitten down. Anything that felt good and some things that stung. Testing that theory again, he nipped just enough to break the skin, and a single drop spilled out. He snaked his tongue out and gathered it up, the true flavor of Kieran exploding in him. It made everything sharper, each sense almost overwhelmed.

Arching, Kieran dug his heels into the futon mattress and pumped his hips. Lucien heard the slap of Kieran’s cock against the flat belly, heard the low moan. Lucien rubbed his cheek along the soft, soft skin of Kieran’s inner thigh. Such a quick recovery—it only worked that way when there was more to the mating than sex, when this was not just food, but something deeper, something necessary. And so rare.

Lucien nuzzled Kieran’s balls, fingers exploring his sweet belly, teasing the tip of Kieran’s cock before dancing up to find the man’s nipples. His fingers were distracted by a bump along Kieran’s ribcage, the bit of flesh filling slightly as he touched it.

“Third nipple.” Kieran’s words sounded husky, a touch self-conscious. “It’s a great conversation starter.”

How fascinating. Lucien teased his fingers across it and circled it, as he found one of Kieran’s other nipples to compare the shape and size, the textures. “It is not conversation that it makes me want to start.”

About half the size of Kieran’s “normal” nipples, but hardening for his touch, the skin about it tightening up, it was a delicious anomaly. “No? What do you like, Lucien? Does it turn you on?”

“It does. I have never known anyone with such a uniqueness.”

Abandoning the soft skin and strong, musky scents between Kieran’s legs in favor of playing with the extra nipple, of tasting it under his tongue, he moved up to it. “Is it sensitive? Does it feel good if I do this?” He bit the hard little bit of flesh between his teeth, then between his lips, and then he licked it, tongue flicking across the small piece of flesh.

“It does. It can be tender, but I mostly forget about it.” Lucien licked again, then scraped his teeth over the tiny bump, and Kieran groaned. “It’ll remember you tomorrow.”

“I hope it won’t be the only thing.” Continuing to tongue the little bud, he moved his fingers up to stroke over Kieran’s face, to
really
feel each contour and know the shape by heart.

“I sincerely doubt anyone could forget you.” Kieran was strong and quick, given to bouts of self-loathing and sorrow. Lucien could feel it in the lean face, in the lines and planes he found there.

“Maybe you won’t be given the opportunity,” Lucien suggested, tongue sliding up along the lovely body to find Kieran’s mouth. He lost himself in it, in the heat and the flavor, in the soft licks as their tongues moved together.

He’d been searching long for a true companion, someone whose nature was as hedonistic as his own, who would not see his blindness as a weakness that must be eradicated. Snarling, he banished the memory of Vanier, the beauty made to live eternally at his side, only to be struck down when Vanier had decided that a blind vampire needed to be put out of his misery, even if said vampire was his lover, his sire. Lucien’s kiss grew hard, his teeth scraping across Kieran’s lower lip.

“Easy. Easy!” Kieran touched his face and slid warm fingers through his hair. “Are you here with me now? I know I didn’t make you that pissed off.”

Growling a little, Lucien shook his head before turning his face to place a soft kiss in Kieran’s palm. “I apologize, Kieran. A stray memory that has no place here between us.”

“Ah. Some exes deserve boiling in oil.”

Now that was a deliciously pleasant thought… Indeed. “But they have no place in the thoughts of someone with such a feast as yourself in front of them.” Bending, he brought their mouths together, the heat of Kieran’s body allowing him to judge exactly where the man’s lips were as surely as if he could see them.

He could feel Kieran’s heartbeat beneath the thin flesh, and the scent of the man’s skin and the sweetness of his blood teased Lucien terribly. Their kisses went deep, Kieran open and eager beneath him, slowly touching him, tracing his skin, his tattoos, him. He lost himself in the sensations, in the smells and tastes and touches and sounds they made together. Nothing else mattered but here and now and this warm, giving man.

Rubbing his prick against Kieran’s hip, Lucien moaned into the swollen lips. “I want you, Kieran. I want to take you.” To be buried inside Kieran as he fed off the sweet, lovely blood…

“Mmm. Let me grab a condom and some lube.” Kieran stretched, half-rolling from beneath him.

Lucien tried hard not to growl. The condom was not necessary—he would not receive or give any diseases. He could not. The lube however, would be useful, so he didn’t argue, merely touched and caressed whatever skin he could reach.

Kieran wriggled from under him, steps padding across the room. A drawer opened and then the footsteps came closer again.

Lucien lay back on the pillows, feeling the heat of his lover coming closer, hearing the blood singing in Kieran’s veins, the scent of the man filling his nostrils. “Will you get yourself ready for me, Kieran?”

“I can do that.” The tube of lube popped as it opened and was followed by the wet
sploot
of the slick squirting out. Lucien could smell the faint, clean scent of it.

Undulating, he could feel the different fabrics of the pillows on his back and he reached out. “Come closer so I can feel.” He didn’t want to miss a moment.

Kieran knelt down beside Lucien, heart pounding audibly, the heat pouring off his skin. Lucien slid one hand down the lean back, stopping a moment to feel how Kieran’s hips rocked. His own hips rolled, finding the same rhythm, anticipating their coupling. Licking his lips, Lucien moaned softly as the smells rolled to him on the redolent air.

Then he let his hand drop over Kieran’s ass, feeling the firm, round globe he’d explored before, and moving to where the man’s own fingers breached his body. Lucien added one finger to Kieran’s two, the moan he heard in response sweet and addictive.

“You are beautiful,” he told Kieran. Beauty went far deeper than what could be seen, though he knew from having touched Kieran’s skin the man was beautiful in the conventional sense as well. “I cannot wait too long, Kieran. I need you.” His cock thrummed with it, his mouth almost watering.

“Here’s the glove.” A small square package was pushed into his hand, Kieran settling, waiting for him.

Lucien turned it again and again between his fingers. He hated these. Hated the scent of them, the feeling of them tight around his prick, and every loss of sensation was mourned. “This isn’t necessary, you know. I will not make you sick.”

“How do you know I won’t make you sick, though? You don’t know me.”

“You won’t.” He shook his head and wriggled his finger inside Kieran’s body. So tight and hot, the scent of the two of them together, of sex and heat and need rose on the air and filled his head.

How could he explain without having Kieran either laugh or call him a freak?

Dropping the little package, Lucien slid his hand over Kieran’s shoulder, to Kieran’s neck, and found the little bitemark he’d left earlier. He poked and pushed, knowing it would still be tender. “I have already tasted your blood, Kieran. Having you tight around me will do me no more harm than that did.”

Leaning in, he worked his finger further inside the tight heat of Kieran’s body now, his nose buried in Kieran’s neck as he breathed in the delicious scent of the man. “Please. Do not take away from me the sensation of your body wrapped tight and hot around my cock.”

“I…” Kieran arched, hips rolling against Lucien, pure need heady on the air.

“You want it, too, I can tell.” He licked at the place he’d bitten, the blood so close to the surface, calling to him. He wanted to be buried inside Kieran the next time he tasted the sweet elixir.

Lying back, he let his finger slide from Kieran’s body so he could draw Kieran to him. “Impale yourself upon me. Give us both what we so desire.” He put his will behind the suggestion, encouraging Kieran to give himself over fully. It was what they both wanted.

“I. Oh, yes.”

The tight heat surrounded him, squeezing and grasping him in a desperate grip. The pleasure was immediate, intense, and Lucien cried out, feeling it not just on his cock, but in his balls, and all through his body.

Reaching out, he found Kieran’s thighs. He squeezed them, and then moved his hands upward, slowly touching the lovely body. Smooth and heated, Lucien could read pleasure in every line of Kieran’s form. His own need was telegraphed to the man, driving them both before it.

“Move. Please, move.” His hips pushed, trying to bury his prick even deeper inside the tight heat.

The lean muscles bunched up, then Kieran groaned and began bobbing. Kieran’s body gripped Lucien’s shaft, the tight ring of muscles sliding up and down along his cock.

Lucien settled one hand in the middle of Kieran’s chest where he could feel the solid, wondrous beat of the man’s heart. The other he moved to Kieran’s face, exploring it, learning how its shape changed with pleasure. Kieran licked and sucked at his fingers, mouth ravenous against him.

Delighted, Lucien moaned. He could appreciate a man who was oral. It was not often he found someone as ravenous as he himself was. He tugged Kieran down, hips rolling to keep them together as their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss.

Jerking, Kieran cried out as Lucien’s cock pressed deep. “Again!”

“And again and again.” Each of Lucien’s words were accompanied by a thrust, and then their mouths fused again, one of his teeth pressing into Kieran’s lower lip, sweet drops of blood welling from the cut and into his mouth.

He lapped at the spot, and then pushed his tongue into Kieran’s mouth, imitating the movements of his hips. Riding him as if he were a prize mount, Kieran turned frantic and wild above him, and pushed deep groans into his lips.

The need to feed properly rose in Lucien, the little drops of blood from Kieran’s lips only enough to tease, to increase his hunger. Their lips parted, Kieran’s groans freed and loud as he slid his mouth over the strong jaw, and down along Kieran’s neck.

“H…hungry. Your lips are…” Kieran’s chin lifted, the fine-grained skin soft under Lucien’s lips.

“You have no idea.” Licking and nibbling, he kept his touches soft and slow, at odds with his hips, which continued to drive his need deep into Kieran’s body.

His lips passed over the bite mark again and he groaned. Yes, he needed this. Growling, he bit again, Kieran’s lifeblood flowing into him. Kieran went still, a shocked cry sounding as his fingers wrapped tightly around Lucien’s shoulders.

His own hips didn’t stop; they couldn’t now that the feeding and the fucking were linked. Running his tongue across the deep bites, Lucien soothed where he’d bitten, even as he drew more of the blood into himself. His fingers bit into Kieran’s hips, bruising in their intensity as he brought Kieran’s body in to meet his every thrust.

Lucien felt it when Kieran’s shock faded, when instinct overtook uncertainty and the man moved again. Yes. Yes, that was it. Kieran had such lovely instincts, such beautiful hunger.