Bound Through Blood
I bring you the second chapter of this story which is at 300+ pages now and 19 chapters.
Chapter 1
Bound Through Blood
By Ally and Lana
Summary: For decades Bastien, a vampire, has hunted the one that could bring down a ruthless master vampire. Bastien means to bond with him and have him under his command. But the vampire will find out that such power cannot be subdued quite so easily...
Warnings: Blood Drinking, Sexual Situations
The half moon shone a light through the half opened window, casting Reymunde's shadow on the table in front of him. He staring intently at his monitor, the stock market going along as he anticipated. He was pleased with the results and this gave him a way to distract his mind from the events from earlier in the evening.
The blond vampire was aware there would have been casualties involved but he had not anticipated to lose Saphyn in the capture. He frowned, the only visible expression of his displeasure. While true that Saphyn and he had been lovers, Rey did not see their relationship to be of any lasting results. Still, Saphyn had been adequate enough in bed to appease Rey in his rare moments of carnal indulgences.
And it had been that which had come to mind when at last they had captured all four Lycans and his blue gaze fell upon the youngest one. The Lycan was no more than a cub, and even in human years he was young. There had been a stirring in Rey's cold blood as nothing had affected before, not even his Sire, Bastien or lover Saphyn.
Rey looked up from the screen and scanned his large bedroom which he had shared with Saphyn. It was a plush suite with a grand bed. Something that the vampire had acquired through the few centuries he had lived as an immortal was his taste for opulence and he indulged as such.
In the middle of the bed lay the young pup, restrained with a fine leather collar to keep him from turning, deep in slumber . Rey assessed the young one's powers and knew they were not as strong as the other three full grown males. But there was much potential in him, the vampire could sense it.
He stood up and walked slowly towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it, gazing down at his newest acquisition. His expression was fathomless. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of such innocence.
It was so warm and soft. Beowulf rolled onto his back, stretching slowly. He felt good and relaxed. Slowly, he opened his eyes as his mind caught up with him. Blinking to remove the blurriness from his vision. High ceilings? Where was this? His eyes moved to the shape of a man near him.
"Keir," his groggy voice spoke before he realized the man near him was not Keir at all. All at once, he recalled the circumstances leading to his current situation, and sprang up into a sitting position. He turned to face the vampire, but the motion made him aware of a collar around his neck. He had been caught! His hands grasped it, tugging on it, but it held fast. Instinctively he moved as far away from the vampire as possible, ready for a fight as his eyes studied him to asses his strength. Beowulf dark fine brows furrowed slightly as he realized he was in trouble.
"No, my name is Reymunde," Rey answered when the pup awakened and called out the name of Bastien's pet. His expression was neutral but inwardly he was amused and curious about the boy. Rey was aware of how the boy was turned; the Vampires had been tracking Keir's pack for decades and knew they had taken on a new member. However, Rey wanted curious as to how this boy had maintained such unabashed naiveté. It had been evident by the way he had continued to slumber deeply after the effects of the tranquilizer drug wore off.
"Welcome to my home." At this Rey offered the boy a shadow of a smile.
Beowulf studied the handsome blond vampire for a moment, disarmed by the smile; he didn't see any reason to be rude to him. "Beowulf," he introduced himself, uncertain. The vampire didn't seem insane like some of the others he had run into. Beowulf's sense of smell was not as developed as the others, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't pick up the scent of any of his clan members. He looked around the large room, not seeing much to give him a gauge of where he was, or where the others were.
"The others, are they also here?" He shifted a little further, and the collar pulled, reminding him he was chained. He was trying to piece together the little he knew about vampires, and understand what they could want from him, to have him chained like this. He couldn't really read the vampire yet though, so he thought it would be best to play it safe and low key. He knew the vampire could kill him with no difficulty, if he wished. The thought dictated what Beowulf did and said. He knew that his life was in this vampire's hands at the moment.
The young pup was so expressive Rey had no trouble reading his emotions. But the vampire had the propensity to evaluate everything around him, always keen, always planning. "Yes, your clan in here," he explained, blue eyes raking Beowulf's face, almost coveting it. The pup was quite fetching and Rey knew when he finally matured into adulthood Beowulf would be a fetchingly handsome man.
Again that odd stirring in his body flared but Rey dampened it down. Unlike Bastien, Rey didn't let his emotions or lust run wild. "They are safe," he resumed, his voice deep and calm, "but that all depends on your pack leader's cooperation."
"On Keir?" Beowulf was surprised to hear this, his deep blue eyes wide at the news. Forgetting his own danger momentarily, he inched a little closer to the vampire, studying his face as he asked, "What do you mean? What are you doing with Keir?" His voice grew louder as he began to feel fear for his leader. Keir had saved him, and been like a father or older brother to him. Was he being tortured?
Beowulf had been told by the other clan members that Keir had been kept by a vampire once, and Beowulf had seen and known how much Keir had despised it. Was this happening again? He didn't want Keir to be hurt because of him, not when he'd done so much for him.
Beowulf clenched his hands, frowning as he continued, "What do you want from him?" he demanded of the vampire. What could he do really?
Rey let the pup ask his questions, hearing his voice rise in pitch with each passing moment. The vampire's own emotional state was neutral as he gaze at Beowulf levelly. "We have plans for him which I do not feel is necessary for you to know at this time," he said in a cool voice, lifting his head slightly and looking down at the boy. He was quick to temper, this young one and idly Rey wondered just what other emotions could just as swiftly flare within Beowulf. It would be interesting to find out, if only to test his theories.
Beowulf felt a shiver go through at the cold calculating gaze on him. It shut him up promptly and he sat back, wondering what to do. Reymunde eyes made Beowulf feel small, and it made Beowulf glare back defiantly at the vampire. He could only do so for so long before he averted his gaze to the side, feeling exposed and annoyed.
His thoughts quickly steered to Keir; what did they want from him? They were using them to blackmail Keir into something. Beowulf turned his eyes back to the quiet vampire, wondering what the hell to do.
Rey stared at the young pup a while longer, satisfied with what he saw. "You, however, are a different matter entirely, little one," he said softly, sitting up straighter on the bed. It was true, Beowulf's life now belonged to Rey and he could make certain the pup was not to be part of Bastien's plans, at least he would make an effort to keep him away. This thought was sudden and Rey frowned, wondering why he would want to keep the boy out of the plans.
But he knew why, the vampire mused. He had his own plans for the boy and they did not entail using his claws sullied. No, Rey planned to use the boy in other ways.
Beowulf pulled his knees up to his chest, "What do you mean?" he asked in a soft voice, afraid to speak louder than the vampire. He noticed Reymunde frown, and it made him worry even more. Was he going to be his food? The thought horrified him. "What do you want from me?" His voice was quiet, uncertain. Beowulf wondered if he wanted to know the answer to that question.
The pup's questions brought a myriad of thoughts into Rey's mind but foremost was the vampire's need to enslave Beowulf. He stood up slowly and walked to the window, gazing up at the half moon drenching the world with its illumination.
"Someone was taken from me tonight," he said low but his voice carried in the room. "Your pack leader cut him down. Since I cannot seek revenge against him I thought the best solution was to take in kind." At this he turned, deep blue eyes slanting towards the boy. "A life for a life, if you will."
Beowulf entire body tensed as the words sunk in, his hand reached for the collar, feeling its strength. "You hunted us, were we not to defend ourselves?" Even while he said this, Beowulf was wondering about a way of escape. Maybe if he'd be able to change and break through this collar. Just a quick glance back towards the vampire told him he would never have the chance; this vampire would stop him before he could.
"I'm sorry you lost someone, but Keir wouldn't just kill anyone unless he had to," Beowulf's breathing was more rapid now, his dark blue, almost black, eyes watching his opponent carefully.
"I am aware that he did so out of natural primal instinct," Rey replied, coming back to the bed and to Beowulf. "However, be that as it may, death resulted and as such I demand retribution." Some of the angered that simmered seeped through in his words though his tone was deathly quiet. Quick as lighting he reached for the pup, grabbing the back of his head and bringing him close to him. With his other hand he held the boy's face next to his own. He bared his fangs, the first time that night he let his emotions seep through. But this was to show the pup he was not one to be meddled with and that he meant business.
Beowulf struggled within the grasp, but the vampire was much stronger than him, especially in his human form. He didn't stand a chance against him like this, but that didn't mean he'd just let himself be food for the vampire. It seemed so useless though.
Beowulf couldn't deny the fear raking his body right now; it reminded him of the time he had been shot and believed he was going to die. Now, he felt the same, but for the added aspect that he knew there would be no Keir to save his life. Against his own desire, he let off a whimper as he felt the hopelessness of the situation he was in. No, he didn't want Keir to believe he had died a sniveling coward. He stopped struggling, and glared at the monster, "Do it quickly then, and stop playing with me!"
Rey looked at Beowulf for a moment, taking in the flash of fear and defiance in those startling blue eyes. He supposed the pup thought he would be killed out right, but that would not be the case. "Do what, little one," he said in that quiet tone of his, pinning the boy with his gaze. "You assume I wish to kill you like my lover was killed. That is not the case. I have other designs for you." He tipped the boy's head back and began to sniff the slender column of throat now lay bare for him. He licked the corded flesh slowly, tasting the pup. He tasted sweat, fear and innocence in that flesh and found it to be a heady flavor, one Rey could possibly get addicted to if not careful.
"Stop!" Came the instantaneous reaction, and a hard shove against the blond vampire as he tried to pull his head free. The young Lycan's body shivered at the slow lick, startled at the sensation and the action itself. What was the vampire doing? As weak as he felt within the grasp of the vampire, he couldn't seem to control his body to stop angering him further as he tried to pull free.
His lover was killed? Was he going to have me take his place that way? The thought terrified Beowulf. He had known of other male Lycans who lay with males, but he had never done so himself. The idea was foreign and frightening. "But I," he was at a loss for words, his voice small. Of all the things he'd considered the vampire would want to do with him, this was not one of them.
"But you what, little one?" Rey's voice was a low rumble, close to Beowulf's ear as his hold had been unrelenting, despite the boy's feeble attempt to free himself. His hand gripped tighter on Beowulf's hair, again pushing their bodies close.
Beowulf whimpered softly at the strong grip in his hair, and stopped moving momentarily. "But I'm male like you, and a Lycan at that," his body seemed to reject the invasive closeness the other held him in, and started to shake slightly. Feeling the voice and breath so close to his ear made him clench his eyes and suppress another shiver; it was overwhelming to the young Lycan. Beowulf just wanted to get away from him, but just couldn't budge him at all.
Rey chuckled, the sound deep and emanating from his chest. "My, my, you are quite the innocent, aren't you?" The humor in his voice was slight at best. His gaze narrowed as he pushed the boy back on the bed, draping his large frame over Beowulf. He nudged the boy's legs apart with his knee, knowing that in this position the pup would not be able to move much. It was the way he wanted it.
"I know you are male and my tastes run in that direction," he said in amusement. "You are quite desirable and it does not matter that you are a Lycan, for you are still human as well."
No no no! His mind screamed, fear overriding all else. With his legs spread, the reality seemed to sink in fully. Reymunde was fully intending to go through with finding a replacement with him in mind. The young Lycan tried to pull his legs together, but there was no way to budge the knee there. The position made him shiver in fear, and he dared not think what else. Everything was very overwhelming, and he couldn't think straight. His breaths were coming in pants, and his whole body felt hot. Damn it, he couldn't stop shudders from going through him every few seconds.
Beowulf was pinned, no matter how he looked at it. His eyes darted between the vampire's hard gaze, and that of the door. How could he get out of this ? "Please, Reymunde," he tried his voice, glad it worked though it shook, "I'm sure you have others that would desire you. Don't do this."
A flash of anger crossed Rey's features before he reined in his emotions. "Are you telling me what to do, pup?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. He tugged at Beowulf's hair harder, making the boy's head draw back and expose more of his smooth throat. Once again Rey scented him before he nipped lightly at the flesh with his sharp fangs. Small droplets of blood threatened to seep through and the vampire's eyes darkened at the prospect of it spilling forth.
"What others desire is not my concern," he murmured, licking the boy's skin like a feral cat tasting his prey. "What I desire is you to be mine and make no mistake that you will be."
A whimper escaped Beowulf when he felt those fangs on his throat, reminding him that he was helpless right now. I'm sorry, Keir. I couldn't help you at all. Beowulf felt so useless, he was probably a burden to the others if nothing else. Keir was being forced into cooperation because of him and the others. It made him so angry that all he could do was lay here, and knowing he couldn't escape just made the frustration all that much more overwhelming. He closed his eyes when he felt them wet with tears of frustration. He wasn't going to cry like a child in front of this vampire.
Beowulf released a loud shaky breath as he tried to relax his body, trying to ease the helplessness overwhelming him, and trying to get his mind to listen to him. Calming himself was the first thing he needed to do. He unclenched his hands from the fabric of the vampire's clothing, merely resting them against the other now. He didn't want to anger him anymore, but he couldn't stop himself from shivering when he felt that tongue licking him like a piece of meat he would feast on. Maybe it the combination of fear and sensations that was making his head spin right now, and his breathing didn't seem to want to calm down.
The boy was cooperating but it was apparent to Rey that the fear was strong in him. This boy truly didn't know what to expect and briefly Rey paused to gauge his next move. While it was true he wanted the boy as a pet and to warm his bed, he didn't want him to do so out of fear. No, what Rey wanted was the boy's submission, given freely or if not, dubiously attained. With that in mind he eased off the boy slowly, following the plan he had all along.
"I see we have understood one another," Rey said somberly, his blue eyes taking in the sight of a rumpled Beowulf in his bed. The vampire stood up and while he back was turned to the boy he used the long nail and slashed a small cut on the inner part of his wrist. He let the blood flow into a small golden cup, just enough for a quarter fill. It was enough blood to start a blood bond with Beowulf and make him more compliant. He wiped the wound discreetly with a cloth, the slash already beginning to heal on its own. Taking the cup, Rey brought it with him back to the bed, extending the cup to the boy.
"Take it and drink it all," he said without any explanation, his demeanor indicating his request was not to be denied.
Beowulf pulled himself up, trying to collect himself, and feeling a little ashamed at how much he had shown the other. He mumbled a soft yes but didn't know if the other heard him. He wondered if this meant the vampire would leave him be, or was just prolonging it.
He tucked some of the loose strands of dark hair as he looked up to the cup Reymunde was offering him. Taking it, he glanced at the red liquid, hesitating. As much as he wanted to ask what this was, one look at those cold eyes made him take a tentative sip. "Ugh," he withdrew from it as soon as the red liquid touched his lips. Reymunde didn't seem in the mood for anymore of his questions, and fearing the vampire's further displeasure, or another attempt to mount him, Beowulf gulped down the red liquid quickly. Grimacing when he'd finished it.
Rey watched with satisfaction as Beowulf drank his blood. It would not take long for the bond to take effect. He took the cup from Beowulf's shaky fingers as Rey's blood began to work on the boy. "Lie back down, little one," he murmured, nevertheless pushing the boy to do just that. "It will make this easier." The vampire sat down at the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Beowulf's chest, feeling the boy's fast beating heart. Rey's eyes transformed, bleeding red and intent on the boy which would soon be all his.
Beowulf felt strange, and what had the vampire meant when he said it would be easier this way? Beowulf's dark blue eyes became glazed as he watched Reymunde's eyes bleed red; it was a frightening sight. Did this mean he would now feed on him ? Just as he was wondering that, Beowulf let out a yell of surprise when his mind and body flooded with emotions and visions. He clenched the sheets underneath him, arching as his mind was assaulted with emotions. Beowulf thought he was losing his mind, what was happening to him? His body was panicking as he had a vision after another, not of his own memories. He became lost in it, and not much different from Keir's bonding, though with less pain, the bond became forged between the two creatures.
Beowulf thought his body would burst with all the sensations overwhelming him, but just as suddenly, they disappeared, leaving a trace but no recollection of what he had seen. Beowulf was left panting, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he tried to comprehend what was going on. "What- what's happening to me?" He asked in confusion, his eyes beginning to focus again.
Rey stood avidly by, experiencing as the bond began to form between Beowulf and he. There was a swirl of energy and then he sensed the boy's presence, palpitating strongly through him at first before it faded and became part of his own. He let out a sigh, the only sign that the bond had taken effect within him. The young Lycan was his now, to do as Rey commanded.
"You are bound to me, Beowulf," Rey said quietly at last, his eyes slowly dissolving back to normal though no less intense was his gaze. He wound a hand at the back of the boy's neck and lifted his head off the bed, bringing their faces close, a small smile appearing. "You are mine."
Beowulf stared back at the vampire, "Bound to you? What, do you mean? Even as he said this, he realized what the vampire meant. He had heard of blood bonding before from Keir, but he hadn't known what it took to perform or forge. What an idiot he was! He hadn't even realized what he was doing. Though, he also knew that Reymunde would not be denied, and he truly didn't have any choice in the matter. Beowulf could now sense the captor within him, and was able to feel the desire of the other. Beowulf had become a pet, just like Keir had been one time. He felt robbed, and idiotic for it. His eyes lowered as he tried to come to terms with this. "What's going to happen with me?" He asked finally, in a weak voice.
Satisfied with the way the bond held on steadily, Rey kissed Beowulf on the lips. His lips were cool against the boy's warm moist ones, something that delighted the Vampire. He broke the kiss and looked into the boy's eyes, a hint of a smile evident in his full mouth. "I will train how to please me," he murmured against Beowulf's lips. Gingerly he ran his hands on the boy's smooth face. "I am not a harsh Master, but I am demanding. In time, and with the help of the bond, you will anticipate my needs."
Was this the bond? Reymunde's touches to his lips and skin sent a shock of pleasure through Beowulf, and he shivered slightly as he swallowed the moan that wanted to escape. In his mind, Beowulf was still frightened and overwhelmed with all that had happened so far, but his body did not seem to be listening to logic anymore. The lust that was growing in Beowulf seemed different, and he could not tell if it was his now Master's emotions or his own. The thought of bringing pleasure to Reymunde brought its own pleasure with it, and the only thing Beowulf was certain of was that he wanted to do that for him. But why? He couldn't think right; he felt tired and sluggish in his mind.
Beowulf's breathing grew more shallow as he looked at the blond vampire's eyes, and full lips. He was filled with an overwhelming desire to do just as Reymunde had said, and right now, he couldn't figure out why nor how. "Master?" The word came of its own accord, and the pleasure it sparked in his body made Beowulf arch slightly and moan in his throat. Beowulf could not recall ever feeling this good, his head was dizzy and body felt feverish.
Rey's eyes widened slightly at seeing Beowulf's reaction. He was aware that through the bond the boy would sense Rey's emotions, but to watch Beowulf writhe on the bed with such sensuousness was rather enthralling. It made Rey harden considerably, seeing the flushed face and the full lips. He shifted on the bed, smiling at his pet.
"Yes, little one, I am your Master," he murmured before capturing the boy's mouth in a deep searing kiss.
When the vampire's cool lips pressed on him, Beowulf's body stiffened with a new flood of sensations. He could no longer tell what was causing all this, or why. Was it because of the bond? Or because the fear fueling the lust pulsing through his body. Beowulf could not keep much straight anymore. All he knew was the pleasure enveloping his entire body and hazing his mind. His body released a shudder as he returned the demanding kiss the vampire was forcing from him. Did it always feel this amazing to kiss a man? Or were his senses sheared with a desire for his new Master's pleasure ?
His hands gripped the clothes covering the vampire mounting him, as he took a shaky breath and broke the kiss. "I feel so strange," he whispered as he closed his eyes to ease his mind.
Rey released Beowulf back on the bed, his fingers brushing the boy's hair away from the smooth face. "Do not fight it," he murmured silkily, his blue eyes darkening with arousal, the bond flowing steadily between them. He ran the tip of his thumb along the boy's bottom lip, feeling the plump lushness beneath his cool touch. Beowulf was accepting the bond quite readily. Rey surmised that his own feelings, the deep rooted ones, were not borne out of malice. But he was not ready to introspect as to the type of feelings Beowulf was tapping on, although he had a good idea.
"Let yourself go, let the bond thrive within you." His hands moved further down the boy's body, the warmth seeping through his cool fingers, warming Rey in a way he had never been warm before.
Beowulf could only stare back at Reymunde, finding his eyes captivating and unable to turn away from them, his own eyes hazy and half closed. Now that he was laying here, with his Master touching him like this, Beowulf let out a sigh of pleasure at how content and delighted his being felt. The feverishness of his body seemed to shot out from where the vampire's cool hands touched, bringing him to a state of arousal he had never experienced before. "I- I don't think I could," Beowulf's voice finally worked, "fight it if I tried." He swallowed around his dry throat, wondering if this was the bond's thriving only, and if he could feel this good again when it solidified. He wondered if he was allowed to touch Reymunde back.
Rey smirked lightly, his finer flicking over a small dusky nipple. "Then don't fight it, little one," he murmured, licking his lips, enjoying the way Beowulf writhed wantonly on the bed, his young skin glistening with sweat. Rey found him to be quite exquisite and soon would be ripe for the taking.
Beowulf shivered; he'd never had a man touch him like this, yet it felt so good. He looked up at the vampires words, and was startled by the look of hunger found there. He felt scared at the predatory look, yet it aroused him further. He started to feel slightly ashamed at the way he was behaving, but his body just wanted more. He gripped the sheets on the bed, rubbing his partially bare body against the silken fabric to get more sensations, moaning softly with each move.
"See? Your body craves my touch," Rey murmured, his large pale hand resting on Beowulf's bare navel. "It knows it's Master." There was satisfaction in his voice. Alas, it was a pity daylight would come soon, there was not enough time to taste the boy in a pleasurable manner. But there was tomorrow night and the blond vampire was patient enough to wait.
Rey rose from the bed, his gaze boring on Beowulf and his sensuously writhing body. "Soon you will be completely mine," he whispered, deep blue eyes glinting with the flickering light of the candle in the room. "For now, rest, my little one, you've earned it."
Beowulf blinked some of the haze away in confusion, he had been expecting the vampire to do something to him, though he did not want to dwell on what nor why he was disappointed right now.
Now with the vampire away from him, Beowulf's sweat sheened body felt cold and naked. The lust that had been so powerful in him evaporated slowly like a mist from his mind, leaving him further confused as to what he thought he had been feeling. Was that how this bond worked ? He had no words back for the vampire, instead he raised his hand to cover his eyes as he closed them. He did need to rest, he knew that. He couldn't deny how ashamed he felt at the moment either, and felt unable to look back at Reymunde. He turned his head to the side, looking out towards the window as his breathing started to calm down and the tiredness began to replace the arousal of a moment ago.
Rey slipped quietly out of the room, his steps like a phantom, eerily silent. He could feel the slight tug of the bond, then settling back into a resting place, like a rubber band being stretched before going back to it's natural position. He frowned, finding he had not exactly expected that reaction from the young Lycan and wondering if blood bonds somehow were altered due to the very nature of Lycans or if Beowulf was a particularly unique individual. It didn't matter, Rey predicted; the boy was his now and tomorrow evening Rey would stake another claim on the boy.
The blond haired vampire did not anticipate any problems in that regard. The boy's responses to Rey's touch revealed that Beowulf would submit easily to Rey; the bond made that more concrete. After that it would only be a matter of training the boy on how to please Rey. Rey was already picturing that delectable mouth pleasuring him and those sweet lips moaning in kind.
He looked out the window, the smile created by that fantasy which would soon be a reality fading from his often somber lips. It was almost daybreak, the first rays of the sun wanting to break through the clouds dusting the sky. Bastien was still not back in safety, no doubt out on the prowl for some feeding, among other things.
No matter, Bastien could take care of himself. Rey only hoped that by capturing Keir that Bastien knew exactly what he was in for; Rey sensed that fires would burn between those two before waters of reason quenched them both.
Chapter 1
Bound Through Blood
By Ally and Lana
Summary: For decades Bastien, a vampire, has hunted the one that could bring down a ruthless master vampire. Bastien means to bond with him and have him under his command. But the vampire will find out that such power cannot be subdued quite so easily...
Warnings: Blood Drinking, Sexual Situations
The half moon shone a light through the half opened window, casting Reymunde's shadow on the table in front of him. He staring intently at his monitor, the stock market going along as he anticipated. He was pleased with the results and this gave him a way to distract his mind from the events from earlier in the evening.
The blond vampire was aware there would have been casualties involved but he had not anticipated to lose Saphyn in the capture. He frowned, the only visible expression of his displeasure. While true that Saphyn and he had been lovers, Rey did not see their relationship to be of any lasting results. Still, Saphyn had been adequate enough in bed to appease Rey in his rare moments of carnal indulgences.
And it had been that which had come to mind when at last they had captured all four Lycans and his blue gaze fell upon the youngest one. The Lycan was no more than a cub, and even in human years he was young. There had been a stirring in Rey's cold blood as nothing had affected before, not even his Sire, Bastien or lover Saphyn.
Rey looked up from the screen and scanned his large bedroom which he had shared with Saphyn. It was a plush suite with a grand bed. Something that the vampire had acquired through the few centuries he had lived as an immortal was his taste for opulence and he indulged as such.
In the middle of the bed lay the young pup, restrained with a fine leather collar to keep him from turning, deep in slumber . Rey assessed the young one's powers and knew they were not as strong as the other three full grown males. But there was much potential in him, the vampire could sense it.
He stood up and walked slowly towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it, gazing down at his newest acquisition. His expression was fathomless. His eyes darkened slightly as he took in the sight of such innocence.
It was so warm and soft. Beowulf rolled onto his back, stretching slowly. He felt good and relaxed. Slowly, he opened his eyes as his mind caught up with him. Blinking to remove the blurriness from his vision. High ceilings? Where was this? His eyes moved to the shape of a man near him.
"Keir," his groggy voice spoke before he realized the man near him was not Keir at all. All at once, he recalled the circumstances leading to his current situation, and sprang up into a sitting position. He turned to face the vampire, but the motion made him aware of a collar around his neck. He had been caught! His hands grasped it, tugging on it, but it held fast. Instinctively he moved as far away from the vampire as possible, ready for a fight as his eyes studied him to asses his strength. Beowulf dark fine brows furrowed slightly as he realized he was in trouble.
"No, my name is Reymunde," Rey answered when the pup awakened and called out the name of Bastien's pet. His expression was neutral but inwardly he was amused and curious about the boy. Rey was aware of how the boy was turned; the Vampires had been tracking Keir's pack for decades and knew they had taken on a new member. However, Rey wanted curious as to how this boy had maintained such unabashed naiveté. It had been evident by the way he had continued to slumber deeply after the effects of the tranquilizer drug wore off.
"Welcome to my home." At this Rey offered the boy a shadow of a smile.
Beowulf studied the handsome blond vampire for a moment, disarmed by the smile; he didn't see any reason to be rude to him. "Beowulf," he introduced himself, uncertain. The vampire didn't seem insane like some of the others he had run into. Beowulf's sense of smell was not as developed as the others, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't pick up the scent of any of his clan members. He looked around the large room, not seeing much to give him a gauge of where he was, or where the others were.
"The others, are they also here?" He shifted a little further, and the collar pulled, reminding him he was chained. He was trying to piece together the little he knew about vampires, and understand what they could want from him, to have him chained like this. He couldn't really read the vampire yet though, so he thought it would be best to play it safe and low key. He knew the vampire could kill him with no difficulty, if he wished. The thought dictated what Beowulf did and said. He knew that his life was in this vampire's hands at the moment.
The young pup was so expressive Rey had no trouble reading his emotions. But the vampire had the propensity to evaluate everything around him, always keen, always planning. "Yes, your clan in here," he explained, blue eyes raking Beowulf's face, almost coveting it. The pup was quite fetching and Rey knew when he finally matured into adulthood Beowulf would be a fetchingly handsome man.
Again that odd stirring in his body flared but Rey dampened it down. Unlike Bastien, Rey didn't let his emotions or lust run wild. "They are safe," he resumed, his voice deep and calm, "but that all depends on your pack leader's cooperation."
"On Keir?" Beowulf was surprised to hear this, his deep blue eyes wide at the news. Forgetting his own danger momentarily, he inched a little closer to the vampire, studying his face as he asked, "What do you mean? What are you doing with Keir?" His voice grew louder as he began to feel fear for his leader. Keir had saved him, and been like a father or older brother to him. Was he being tortured?
Beowulf had been told by the other clan members that Keir had been kept by a vampire once, and Beowulf had seen and known how much Keir had despised it. Was this happening again? He didn't want Keir to be hurt because of him, not when he'd done so much for him.
Beowulf clenched his hands, frowning as he continued, "What do you want from him?" he demanded of the vampire. What could he do really?
Rey let the pup ask his questions, hearing his voice rise in pitch with each passing moment. The vampire's own emotional state was neutral as he gaze at Beowulf levelly. "We have plans for him which I do not feel is necessary for you to know at this time," he said in a cool voice, lifting his head slightly and looking down at the boy. He was quick to temper, this young one and idly Rey wondered just what other emotions could just as swiftly flare within Beowulf. It would be interesting to find out, if only to test his theories.
Beowulf felt a shiver go through at the cold calculating gaze on him. It shut him up promptly and he sat back, wondering what to do. Reymunde eyes made Beowulf feel small, and it made Beowulf glare back defiantly at the vampire. He could only do so for so long before he averted his gaze to the side, feeling exposed and annoyed.
His thoughts quickly steered to Keir; what did they want from him? They were using them to blackmail Keir into something. Beowulf turned his eyes back to the quiet vampire, wondering what the hell to do.
Rey stared at the young pup a while longer, satisfied with what he saw. "You, however, are a different matter entirely, little one," he said softly, sitting up straighter on the bed. It was true, Beowulf's life now belonged to Rey and he could make certain the pup was not to be part of Bastien's plans, at least he would make an effort to keep him away. This thought was sudden and Rey frowned, wondering why he would want to keep the boy out of the plans.
But he knew why, the vampire mused. He had his own plans for the boy and they did not entail using his claws sullied. No, Rey planned to use the boy in other ways.
Beowulf pulled his knees up to his chest, "What do you mean?" he asked in a soft voice, afraid to speak louder than the vampire. He noticed Reymunde frown, and it made him worry even more. Was he going to be his food? The thought horrified him. "What do you want from me?" His voice was quiet, uncertain. Beowulf wondered if he wanted to know the answer to that question.
The pup's questions brought a myriad of thoughts into Rey's mind but foremost was the vampire's need to enslave Beowulf. He stood up slowly and walked to the window, gazing up at the half moon drenching the world with its illumination.
"Someone was taken from me tonight," he said low but his voice carried in the room. "Your pack leader cut him down. Since I cannot seek revenge against him I thought the best solution was to take in kind." At this he turned, deep blue eyes slanting towards the boy. "A life for a life, if you will."
Beowulf entire body tensed as the words sunk in, his hand reached for the collar, feeling its strength. "You hunted us, were we not to defend ourselves?" Even while he said this, Beowulf was wondering about a way of escape. Maybe if he'd be able to change and break through this collar. Just a quick glance back towards the vampire told him he would never have the chance; this vampire would stop him before he could.
"I'm sorry you lost someone, but Keir wouldn't just kill anyone unless he had to," Beowulf's breathing was more rapid now, his dark blue, almost black, eyes watching his opponent carefully.
"I am aware that he did so out of natural primal instinct," Rey replied, coming back to the bed and to Beowulf. "However, be that as it may, death resulted and as such I demand retribution." Some of the angered that simmered seeped through in his words though his tone was deathly quiet. Quick as lighting he reached for the pup, grabbing the back of his head and bringing him close to him. With his other hand he held the boy's face next to his own. He bared his fangs, the first time that night he let his emotions seep through. But this was to show the pup he was not one to be meddled with and that he meant business.
Beowulf struggled within the grasp, but the vampire was much stronger than him, especially in his human form. He didn't stand a chance against him like this, but that didn't mean he'd just let himself be food for the vampire. It seemed so useless though.
Beowulf couldn't deny the fear raking his body right now; it reminded him of the time he had been shot and believed he was going to die. Now, he felt the same, but for the added aspect that he knew there would be no Keir to save his life. Against his own desire, he let off a whimper as he felt the hopelessness of the situation he was in. No, he didn't want Keir to believe he had died a sniveling coward. He stopped struggling, and glared at the monster, "Do it quickly then, and stop playing with me!"
Rey looked at Beowulf for a moment, taking in the flash of fear and defiance in those startling blue eyes. He supposed the pup thought he would be killed out right, but that would not be the case. "Do what, little one," he said in that quiet tone of his, pinning the boy with his gaze. "You assume I wish to kill you like my lover was killed. That is not the case. I have other designs for you." He tipped the boy's head back and began to sniff the slender column of throat now lay bare for him. He licked the corded flesh slowly, tasting the pup. He tasted sweat, fear and innocence in that flesh and found it to be a heady flavor, one Rey could possibly get addicted to if not careful.
"Stop!" Came the instantaneous reaction, and a hard shove against the blond vampire as he tried to pull his head free. The young Lycan's body shivered at the slow lick, startled at the sensation and the action itself. What was the vampire doing? As weak as he felt within the grasp of the vampire, he couldn't seem to control his body to stop angering him further as he tried to pull free.
His lover was killed? Was he going to have me take his place that way? The thought terrified Beowulf. He had known of other male Lycans who lay with males, but he had never done so himself. The idea was foreign and frightening. "But I," he was at a loss for words, his voice small. Of all the things he'd considered the vampire would want to do with him, this was not one of them.
"But you what, little one?" Rey's voice was a low rumble, close to Beowulf's ear as his hold had been unrelenting, despite the boy's feeble attempt to free himself. His hand gripped tighter on Beowulf's hair, again pushing their bodies close.
Beowulf whimpered softly at the strong grip in his hair, and stopped moving momentarily. "But I'm male like you, and a Lycan at that," his body seemed to reject the invasive closeness the other held him in, and started to shake slightly. Feeling the voice and breath so close to his ear made him clench his eyes and suppress another shiver; it was overwhelming to the young Lycan. Beowulf just wanted to get away from him, but just couldn't budge him at all.
Rey chuckled, the sound deep and emanating from his chest. "My, my, you are quite the innocent, aren't you?" The humor in his voice was slight at best. His gaze narrowed as he pushed the boy back on the bed, draping his large frame over Beowulf. He nudged the boy's legs apart with his knee, knowing that in this position the pup would not be able to move much. It was the way he wanted it.
"I know you are male and my tastes run in that direction," he said in amusement. "You are quite desirable and it does not matter that you are a Lycan, for you are still human as well."
No no no! His mind screamed, fear overriding all else. With his legs spread, the reality seemed to sink in fully. Reymunde was fully intending to go through with finding a replacement with him in mind. The young Lycan tried to pull his legs together, but there was no way to budge the knee there. The position made him shiver in fear, and he dared not think what else. Everything was very overwhelming, and he couldn't think straight. His breaths were coming in pants, and his whole body felt hot. Damn it, he couldn't stop shudders from going through him every few seconds.
Beowulf was pinned, no matter how he looked at it. His eyes darted between the vampire's hard gaze, and that of the door. How could he get out of this ? "Please, Reymunde," he tried his voice, glad it worked though it shook, "I'm sure you have others that would desire you. Don't do this."
A flash of anger crossed Rey's features before he reined in his emotions. "Are you telling me what to do, pup?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. He tugged at Beowulf's hair harder, making the boy's head draw back and expose more of his smooth throat. Once again Rey scented him before he nipped lightly at the flesh with his sharp fangs. Small droplets of blood threatened to seep through and the vampire's eyes darkened at the prospect of it spilling forth.
"What others desire is not my concern," he murmured, licking the boy's skin like a feral cat tasting his prey. "What I desire is you to be mine and make no mistake that you will be."
A whimper escaped Beowulf when he felt those fangs on his throat, reminding him that he was helpless right now. I'm sorry, Keir. I couldn't help you at all. Beowulf felt so useless, he was probably a burden to the others if nothing else. Keir was being forced into cooperation because of him and the others. It made him so angry that all he could do was lay here, and knowing he couldn't escape just made the frustration all that much more overwhelming. He closed his eyes when he felt them wet with tears of frustration. He wasn't going to cry like a child in front of this vampire.
Beowulf released a loud shaky breath as he tried to relax his body, trying to ease the helplessness overwhelming him, and trying to get his mind to listen to him. Calming himself was the first thing he needed to do. He unclenched his hands from the fabric of the vampire's clothing, merely resting them against the other now. He didn't want to anger him anymore, but he couldn't stop himself from shivering when he felt that tongue licking him like a piece of meat he would feast on. Maybe it the combination of fear and sensations that was making his head spin right now, and his breathing didn't seem to want to calm down.
The boy was cooperating but it was apparent to Rey that the fear was strong in him. This boy truly didn't know what to expect and briefly Rey paused to gauge his next move. While it was true he wanted the boy as a pet and to warm his bed, he didn't want him to do so out of fear. No, what Rey wanted was the boy's submission, given freely or if not, dubiously attained. With that in mind he eased off the boy slowly, following the plan he had all along.
"I see we have understood one another," Rey said somberly, his blue eyes taking in the sight of a rumpled Beowulf in his bed. The vampire stood up and while he back was turned to the boy he used the long nail and slashed a small cut on the inner part of his wrist. He let the blood flow into a small golden cup, just enough for a quarter fill. It was enough blood to start a blood bond with Beowulf and make him more compliant. He wiped the wound discreetly with a cloth, the slash already beginning to heal on its own. Taking the cup, Rey brought it with him back to the bed, extending the cup to the boy.
"Take it and drink it all," he said without any explanation, his demeanor indicating his request was not to be denied.
Beowulf pulled himself up, trying to collect himself, and feeling a little ashamed at how much he had shown the other. He mumbled a soft yes but didn't know if the other heard him. He wondered if this meant the vampire would leave him be, or was just prolonging it.
He tucked some of the loose strands of dark hair as he looked up to the cup Reymunde was offering him. Taking it, he glanced at the red liquid, hesitating. As much as he wanted to ask what this was, one look at those cold eyes made him take a tentative sip. "Ugh," he withdrew from it as soon as the red liquid touched his lips. Reymunde didn't seem in the mood for anymore of his questions, and fearing the vampire's further displeasure, or another attempt to mount him, Beowulf gulped down the red liquid quickly. Grimacing when he'd finished it.
Rey watched with satisfaction as Beowulf drank his blood. It would not take long for the bond to take effect. He took the cup from Beowulf's shaky fingers as Rey's blood began to work on the boy. "Lie back down, little one," he murmured, nevertheless pushing the boy to do just that. "It will make this easier." The vampire sat down at the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Beowulf's chest, feeling the boy's fast beating heart. Rey's eyes transformed, bleeding red and intent on the boy which would soon be all his.
Beowulf felt strange, and what had the vampire meant when he said it would be easier this way? Beowulf's dark blue eyes became glazed as he watched Reymunde's eyes bleed red; it was a frightening sight. Did this mean he would now feed on him ? Just as he was wondering that, Beowulf let out a yell of surprise when his mind and body flooded with emotions and visions. He clenched the sheets underneath him, arching as his mind was assaulted with emotions. Beowulf thought he was losing his mind, what was happening to him? His body was panicking as he had a vision after another, not of his own memories. He became lost in it, and not much different from Keir's bonding, though with less pain, the bond became forged between the two creatures.
Beowulf thought his body would burst with all the sensations overwhelming him, but just as suddenly, they disappeared, leaving a trace but no recollection of what he had seen. Beowulf was left panting, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he tried to comprehend what was going on. "What- what's happening to me?" He asked in confusion, his eyes beginning to focus again.
Rey stood avidly by, experiencing as the bond began to form between Beowulf and he. There was a swirl of energy and then he sensed the boy's presence, palpitating strongly through him at first before it faded and became part of his own. He let out a sigh, the only sign that the bond had taken effect within him. The young Lycan was his now, to do as Rey commanded.
"You are bound to me, Beowulf," Rey said quietly at last, his eyes slowly dissolving back to normal though no less intense was his gaze. He wound a hand at the back of the boy's neck and lifted his head off the bed, bringing their faces close, a small smile appearing. "You are mine."
Beowulf stared back at the vampire, "Bound to you? What, do you mean? Even as he said this, he realized what the vampire meant. He had heard of blood bonding before from Keir, but he hadn't known what it took to perform or forge. What an idiot he was! He hadn't even realized what he was doing. Though, he also knew that Reymunde would not be denied, and he truly didn't have any choice in the matter. Beowulf could now sense the captor within him, and was able to feel the desire of the other. Beowulf had become a pet, just like Keir had been one time. He felt robbed, and idiotic for it. His eyes lowered as he tried to come to terms with this. "What's going to happen with me?" He asked finally, in a weak voice.
Satisfied with the way the bond held on steadily, Rey kissed Beowulf on the lips. His lips were cool against the boy's warm moist ones, something that delighted the Vampire. He broke the kiss and looked into the boy's eyes, a hint of a smile evident in his full mouth. "I will train how to please me," he murmured against Beowulf's lips. Gingerly he ran his hands on the boy's smooth face. "I am not a harsh Master, but I am demanding. In time, and with the help of the bond, you will anticipate my needs."
Was this the bond? Reymunde's touches to his lips and skin sent a shock of pleasure through Beowulf, and he shivered slightly as he swallowed the moan that wanted to escape. In his mind, Beowulf was still frightened and overwhelmed with all that had happened so far, but his body did not seem to be listening to logic anymore. The lust that was growing in Beowulf seemed different, and he could not tell if it was his now Master's emotions or his own. The thought of bringing pleasure to Reymunde brought its own pleasure with it, and the only thing Beowulf was certain of was that he wanted to do that for him. But why? He couldn't think right; he felt tired and sluggish in his mind.
Beowulf's breathing grew more shallow as he looked at the blond vampire's eyes, and full lips. He was filled with an overwhelming desire to do just as Reymunde had said, and right now, he couldn't figure out why nor how. "Master?" The word came of its own accord, and the pleasure it sparked in his body made Beowulf arch slightly and moan in his throat. Beowulf could not recall ever feeling this good, his head was dizzy and body felt feverish.
Rey's eyes widened slightly at seeing Beowulf's reaction. He was aware that through the bond the boy would sense Rey's emotions, but to watch Beowulf writhe on the bed with such sensuousness was rather enthralling. It made Rey harden considerably, seeing the flushed face and the full lips. He shifted on the bed, smiling at his pet.
"Yes, little one, I am your Master," he murmured before capturing the boy's mouth in a deep searing kiss.
When the vampire's cool lips pressed on him, Beowulf's body stiffened with a new flood of sensations. He could no longer tell what was causing all this, or why. Was it because of the bond? Or because the fear fueling the lust pulsing through his body. Beowulf could not keep much straight anymore. All he knew was the pleasure enveloping his entire body and hazing his mind. His body released a shudder as he returned the demanding kiss the vampire was forcing from him. Did it always feel this amazing to kiss a man? Or were his senses sheared with a desire for his new Master's pleasure ?
His hands gripped the clothes covering the vampire mounting him, as he took a shaky breath and broke the kiss. "I feel so strange," he whispered as he closed his eyes to ease his mind.
Rey released Beowulf back on the bed, his fingers brushing the boy's hair away from the smooth face. "Do not fight it," he murmured silkily, his blue eyes darkening with arousal, the bond flowing steadily between them. He ran the tip of his thumb along the boy's bottom lip, feeling the plump lushness beneath his cool touch. Beowulf was accepting the bond quite readily. Rey surmised that his own feelings, the deep rooted ones, were not borne out of malice. But he was not ready to introspect as to the type of feelings Beowulf was tapping on, although he had a good idea.
"Let yourself go, let the bond thrive within you." His hands moved further down the boy's body, the warmth seeping through his cool fingers, warming Rey in a way he had never been warm before.
Beowulf could only stare back at Reymunde, finding his eyes captivating and unable to turn away from them, his own eyes hazy and half closed. Now that he was laying here, with his Master touching him like this, Beowulf let out a sigh of pleasure at how content and delighted his being felt. The feverishness of his body seemed to shot out from where the vampire's cool hands touched, bringing him to a state of arousal he had never experienced before. "I- I don't think I could," Beowulf's voice finally worked, "fight it if I tried." He swallowed around his dry throat, wondering if this was the bond's thriving only, and if he could feel this good again when it solidified. He wondered if he was allowed to touch Reymunde back.
Rey smirked lightly, his finer flicking over a small dusky nipple. "Then don't fight it, little one," he murmured, licking his lips, enjoying the way Beowulf writhed wantonly on the bed, his young skin glistening with sweat. Rey found him to be quite exquisite and soon would be ripe for the taking.
Beowulf shivered; he'd never had a man touch him like this, yet it felt so good. He looked up at the vampires words, and was startled by the look of hunger found there. He felt scared at the predatory look, yet it aroused him further. He started to feel slightly ashamed at the way he was behaving, but his body just wanted more. He gripped the sheets on the bed, rubbing his partially bare body against the silken fabric to get more sensations, moaning softly with each move.
"See? Your body craves my touch," Rey murmured, his large pale hand resting on Beowulf's bare navel. "It knows it's Master." There was satisfaction in his voice. Alas, it was a pity daylight would come soon, there was not enough time to taste the boy in a pleasurable manner. But there was tomorrow night and the blond vampire was patient enough to wait.
Rey rose from the bed, his gaze boring on Beowulf and his sensuously writhing body. "Soon you will be completely mine," he whispered, deep blue eyes glinting with the flickering light of the candle in the room. "For now, rest, my little one, you've earned it."
Beowulf blinked some of the haze away in confusion, he had been expecting the vampire to do something to him, though he did not want to dwell on what nor why he was disappointed right now.
Now with the vampire away from him, Beowulf's sweat sheened body felt cold and naked. The lust that had been so powerful in him evaporated slowly like a mist from his mind, leaving him further confused as to what he thought he had been feeling. Was that how this bond worked ? He had no words back for the vampire, instead he raised his hand to cover his eyes as he closed them. He did need to rest, he knew that. He couldn't deny how ashamed he felt at the moment either, and felt unable to look back at Reymunde. He turned his head to the side, looking out towards the window as his breathing started to calm down and the tiredness began to replace the arousal of a moment ago.
Rey slipped quietly out of the room, his steps like a phantom, eerily silent. He could feel the slight tug of the bond, then settling back into a resting place, like a rubber band being stretched before going back to it's natural position. He frowned, finding he had not exactly expected that reaction from the young Lycan and wondering if blood bonds somehow were altered due to the very nature of Lycans or if Beowulf was a particularly unique individual. It didn't matter, Rey predicted; the boy was his now and tomorrow evening Rey would stake another claim on the boy.
The blond haired vampire did not anticipate any problems in that regard. The boy's responses to Rey's touch revealed that Beowulf would submit easily to Rey; the bond made that more concrete. After that it would only be a matter of training the boy on how to please Rey. Rey was already picturing that delectable mouth pleasuring him and those sweet lips moaning in kind.
He looked out the window, the smile created by that fantasy which would soon be a reality fading from his often somber lips. It was almost daybreak, the first rays of the sun wanting to break through the clouds dusting the sky. Bastien was still not back in safety, no doubt out on the prowl for some feeding, among other things.
No matter, Bastien could take care of himself. Rey only hoped that by capturing Keir that Bastien knew exactly what he was in for; Rey sensed that fires would burn between those two before waters of reason quenched them both.