Primeval fic: Bathed By Blood (12/16)
Title: Bathed By Blood (12/16)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1565 (of a total ~47955)
Characters: James Lester, Tom Ryan and a cast of RPs, OCs and OHs.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: Part of my AU Bloodverse series. Continues from Part 11 and continues in Part 13.
A/N 2: Contains details of historical fact, several individuals in the fic are based on real historical people.
A/N 3: Thanks go to Fred for the beta. Cheers, m'dear.
Warnings: Dark!fic, bloodplay, blood and gore in general (graphic descriptions), angst, hurt/comfort.
I sighed as I stared at the police report for the third murder. I really did not want to look at it, not after what I had nearly done that morning. I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose as a headache threatened. I knew I would look. I had to look. If only for the sake of the victims. I had to catch the murderer, no matter the cost to my own sanity.
I ignored the autopsy report as I felt I could not stomach it at the moment and I could guess what horrors the murder had committed upon her poor body. Instead I turned to the witness statements and sipped from my glass of sweet blood.
The statement of one Fanny Mortimer was of some interest, she had been nearby and neither seen or heard anything. Of greater interest was her comment that the steward's wife had heard nothing of the crime, something to consider later.
I picked through the statements and quirked an eyebrow when I got to Louis Diemschutz. He had discovered the body of Elizabeth Stride when he had driven his pony and cart into Dutfield's Yard. What caught my attention was that his pony had shied to the left and refused to go further into the yard. I tapped my lip as I considered the possibilities, had the pony been scared by the blood he could smell in the air as many were, or had he been scared by the presence of the murderous vampire? Not that I would discoverer the answer, I might have many abilities beyond the ken of man but understanding animals was not one of them.
I let the report drop to my desk for once unheeding of how untidy it fell as I massaged my temples. I had had enough of reading about these horrors and, ever since my actions this morning, I feared I was becoming contaminated by this madman's crimes. I was not sure if I could continue investigating his crimes and attempting to catch the murdering scum while hanging on to my sanity. I just did not know any more.
It was sometime later when I heard my study door open and felt Ryan's arms hold me tight as he rocked me. “We will get through this together, my sire. My love. My James.” I turned and buried my face in his chest, clinging to him like a helpless child.
It was dark when I next woke, drifting just this side of consciousness in Ryan's comforting and never-faltering arms. I could hear voices and slowly dragged myself back to awareness, shifting in Ryan's arms.
“Sire?” Ryan's hand smoothed down my back. “How do you feel?”
“What do you think?” I grumbled as I pulled free of his embrace. I quirked an eyebrow as my gaze landed on both Becker and Hattie. Neither was looking best pleased and I assumed I was the cause of their displeasure. Really, sometimes I had to wonder who was the master and who the servant.
“Becker, prepare the household to move to the estate.”
I turned and glared at Ryan, my voice low as I growled. “What do you think you are doing?”
Ryan bowed his head slightly in submission to me, but he did not back down. “You need to rest, my sire.”
“No. I need to hunt down this murdering...” I cut my words off as I remembered Hattie was in my presence.
“No, Sir James.” Hattie took my hand in hers. “You must rest.” I made the mistake of looking in her eyes and saw the worry and concern within. I also saw the strength that meant she would not let me work myself into insanity.
“Please, James.” Ryan's mouth nuzzled against my neck. “It will just be for a few weeks. I will inform Abberline you have been struck down with some malady and require rest to recuperate from its ravages.”
“The Council will not be pleased.” The recent events must have affected me more than I had realised if I had so easily agreed to leaving London for my estates and disobey the Council so openly.
“You will be no good to anyone if you work yourself into your second grave.” Hattie told me firmly as she squeezed my hand. “Let Master Ryan look after you.”
I felt I was losing myself to my emotions which seemed to be out of my control for the first time in so many years. I feared Ryan, Becker and Hattie were right to worry about me as I almost sobbed and turned to bury my face against Ryan's strong chest and felt his arms hold me tightly and safely.
****
I did not mention my breakdown in Ryan's arms to him and was relieved that he remained silent on the subject himself, although I knew he watched me and was reluctant to leave me alone with my thoughts. If Ryan was not close to me I had either Becker or Hattie working nearby and it did not take much thought to know they watched over me as they organised our relocation to my estates. Indeed, time seemed to fly by and I soon found myself on my estates in the country with my household instead of investigating the terrible crimes as I had been instructed to.
On the fifth day I woke in Ryan's arms and felt more carefree than I had for so long, the darkness that had enveloped me recently vanquished by the clean country air. I turned in Ryan's arms and kissed him awake before trailing more kisses and nips down his body.
Ryan woke with a needy groan and moved beneath me, moaning encouragingly as I touched his most sensitive places before taking his heated flesh in my mouth. His fingers dug into my hair as he urged me on, seeking more of my mouth around him as he could gain. I licked up and down him before teasing his tip with my tongue as I held him firmly down. I took as much of him as I could before swallowing around him, over and over again, until he stiffened and erupted down my throat. I continued to suck and nuzzle Ryan until I was sure I had milked him dry before moving up his body to kiss him and share his essence with him.
“Sire?” Ryan asked me, the worry hovering in his eyes combating with the pleasure I had just given him.
“Thank you, Ryan. For everything.” I lightly nipped his nose. “I had not realised how much the murders had cast darkness upon my heart.”
“You are feeling better?” Ryan stroked a hand down my back.
“I am.” I smiled as I nudged his hip with my erection and felt Ryan moan and open his legs for me. “Want something, my love?”
“Tease,” Ryan muttered as he grasped my arse and tugged me between his legs.
I gasped as he bucked upwards and rubbed himself against my cock, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I needed him so badly it hurt and cast about for the oil so we could be one. Ryan thrust the bottle into my questing hand and I wasted little time in preparing him. Although I was thorough, I had no wish to cause him pain. This love-making would be all about pleasure.
Ryan was writhing and moaning beneath my touch as he begged me to take him, to make him whole. I would not rush, even though he was driving me mad with desire, and carefully thrust and twisted three fingers deep inside his tempting arse.
Finally, I took a deep breath as I lined up and sank slowly into him. The feel of his body claiming me was intense. I bottomed out as he took me to the hilt and I had to pause to gather my wits. He pulled me down for a kiss as his hands gripped my hips and encouraged me to move. I slid slowly out before easing back inside him. It felt so bloody good as we moved as one and our breaths mingling as we kissed. We rocked together towards bliss, but I was still surprised as it flooded through me like a warm tide and I felt Ryan spill himself between us.
From that day on I saw the world through clearer eyes. The blackness that had eaten away at my sanity retreated and was finally banished. I spent long hours walking and riding across my lands, making sure my tenants were happy with their lot and supping some of the new young blood that had come of age in my absence. Ryan and I also made love every night, sometimes in our bedroom, occasionally out under the stars. It was a time of gentle rocking together to our joint satisfaction, by mutual and silent agreement we never partook or even mentioned the more violent loveplay we had engaged in. Instead we spent many hours locked together in a slow dance of pleasure, barely moving together as we slowly climbed to bliss. It had been a truly wonderful time when we had been able to be ourselves with no fears of being denounced as either lovers or vampires.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1565 (of a total ~47955)
Characters: James Lester, Tom Ryan and a cast of RPs, OCs and OHs.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: Part of my AU Bloodverse series. Continues from Part 11 and continues in Part 13.
A/N 2: Contains details of historical fact, several individuals in the fic are based on real historical people.
A/N 3: Thanks go to Fred for the beta. Cheers, m'dear.
Warnings: Dark!fic, bloodplay, blood and gore in general (graphic descriptions), angst, hurt/comfort.
I sighed as I stared at the police report for the third murder. I really did not want to look at it, not after what I had nearly done that morning. I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose as a headache threatened. I knew I would look. I had to look. If only for the sake of the victims. I had to catch the murderer, no matter the cost to my own sanity.
I ignored the autopsy report as I felt I could not stomach it at the moment and I could guess what horrors the murder had committed upon her poor body. Instead I turned to the witness statements and sipped from my glass of sweet blood.
The statement of one Fanny Mortimer was of some interest, she had been nearby and neither seen or heard anything. Of greater interest was her comment that the steward's wife had heard nothing of the crime, something to consider later.
I picked through the statements and quirked an eyebrow when I got to Louis Diemschutz. He had discovered the body of Elizabeth Stride when he had driven his pony and cart into Dutfield's Yard. What caught my attention was that his pony had shied to the left and refused to go further into the yard. I tapped my lip as I considered the possibilities, had the pony been scared by the blood he could smell in the air as many were, or had he been scared by the presence of the murderous vampire? Not that I would discoverer the answer, I might have many abilities beyond the ken of man but understanding animals was not one of them.
I let the report drop to my desk for once unheeding of how untidy it fell as I massaged my temples. I had had enough of reading about these horrors and, ever since my actions this morning, I feared I was becoming contaminated by this madman's crimes. I was not sure if I could continue investigating his crimes and attempting to catch the murdering scum while hanging on to my sanity. I just did not know any more.
It was sometime later when I heard my study door open and felt Ryan's arms hold me tight as he rocked me. “We will get through this together, my sire. My love. My James.” I turned and buried my face in his chest, clinging to him like a helpless child.
It was dark when I next woke, drifting just this side of consciousness in Ryan's comforting and never-faltering arms. I could hear voices and slowly dragged myself back to awareness, shifting in Ryan's arms.
“Sire?” Ryan's hand smoothed down my back. “How do you feel?”
“What do you think?” I grumbled as I pulled free of his embrace. I quirked an eyebrow as my gaze landed on both Becker and Hattie. Neither was looking best pleased and I assumed I was the cause of their displeasure. Really, sometimes I had to wonder who was the master and who the servant.
“Becker, prepare the household to move to the estate.”
I turned and glared at Ryan, my voice low as I growled. “What do you think you are doing?”
Ryan bowed his head slightly in submission to me, but he did not back down. “You need to rest, my sire.”
“No. I need to hunt down this murdering...” I cut my words off as I remembered Hattie was in my presence.
“No, Sir James.” Hattie took my hand in hers. “You must rest.” I made the mistake of looking in her eyes and saw the worry and concern within. I also saw the strength that meant she would not let me work myself into insanity.
“Please, James.” Ryan's mouth nuzzled against my neck. “It will just be for a few weeks. I will inform Abberline you have been struck down with some malady and require rest to recuperate from its ravages.”
“The Council will not be pleased.” The recent events must have affected me more than I had realised if I had so easily agreed to leaving London for my estates and disobey the Council so openly.
“You will be no good to anyone if you work yourself into your second grave.” Hattie told me firmly as she squeezed my hand. “Let Master Ryan look after you.”
I felt I was losing myself to my emotions which seemed to be out of my control for the first time in so many years. I feared Ryan, Becker and Hattie were right to worry about me as I almost sobbed and turned to bury my face against Ryan's strong chest and felt his arms hold me tightly and safely.
****
I did not mention my breakdown in Ryan's arms to him and was relieved that he remained silent on the subject himself, although I knew he watched me and was reluctant to leave me alone with my thoughts. If Ryan was not close to me I had either Becker or Hattie working nearby and it did not take much thought to know they watched over me as they organised our relocation to my estates. Indeed, time seemed to fly by and I soon found myself on my estates in the country with my household instead of investigating the terrible crimes as I had been instructed to.
On the fifth day I woke in Ryan's arms and felt more carefree than I had for so long, the darkness that had enveloped me recently vanquished by the clean country air. I turned in Ryan's arms and kissed him awake before trailing more kisses and nips down his body.
Ryan woke with a needy groan and moved beneath me, moaning encouragingly as I touched his most sensitive places before taking his heated flesh in my mouth. His fingers dug into my hair as he urged me on, seeking more of my mouth around him as he could gain. I licked up and down him before teasing his tip with my tongue as I held him firmly down. I took as much of him as I could before swallowing around him, over and over again, until he stiffened and erupted down my throat. I continued to suck and nuzzle Ryan until I was sure I had milked him dry before moving up his body to kiss him and share his essence with him.
“Sire?” Ryan asked me, the worry hovering in his eyes combating with the pleasure I had just given him.
“Thank you, Ryan. For everything.” I lightly nipped his nose. “I had not realised how much the murders had cast darkness upon my heart.”
“You are feeling better?” Ryan stroked a hand down my back.
“I am.” I smiled as I nudged his hip with my erection and felt Ryan moan and open his legs for me. “Want something, my love?”
“Tease,” Ryan muttered as he grasped my arse and tugged me between his legs.
I gasped as he bucked upwards and rubbed himself against my cock, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I needed him so badly it hurt and cast about for the oil so we could be one. Ryan thrust the bottle into my questing hand and I wasted little time in preparing him. Although I was thorough, I had no wish to cause him pain. This love-making would be all about pleasure.
Ryan was writhing and moaning beneath my touch as he begged me to take him, to make him whole. I would not rush, even though he was driving me mad with desire, and carefully thrust and twisted three fingers deep inside his tempting arse.
Finally, I took a deep breath as I lined up and sank slowly into him. The feel of his body claiming me was intense. I bottomed out as he took me to the hilt and I had to pause to gather my wits. He pulled me down for a kiss as his hands gripped my hips and encouraged me to move. I slid slowly out before easing back inside him. It felt so bloody good as we moved as one and our breaths mingling as we kissed. We rocked together towards bliss, but I was still surprised as it flooded through me like a warm tide and I felt Ryan spill himself between us.
From that day on I saw the world through clearer eyes. The blackness that had eaten away at my sanity retreated and was finally banished. I spent long hours walking and riding across my lands, making sure my tenants were happy with their lot and supping some of the new young blood that had come of age in my absence. Ryan and I also made love every night, sometimes in our bedroom, occasionally out under the stars. It was a time of gentle rocking together to our joint satisfaction, by mutual and silent agreement we never partook or even mentioned the more violent loveplay we had engaged in. Instead we spent many hours locked together in a slow dance of pleasure, barely moving together as we slowly climbed to bliss. It had been a truly wonderful time when we had been able to be ourselves with no fears of being denounced as either lovers or vampires.