Primeval fic: Bathed By Blood (14/16)
Title: Bathed By Blood (14/16)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1975 (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 13 and continues in Part 15.
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.
The day of our meeting with the Council and Seer dawned grey and miserable, which matched Ryan's mood perfectly. I drove him to study and did not let up, anything to occupy his mind. His mind and my own. I had also drilled into him over and over again that he must not react to My Lady's comments.
Charlie was even less happy about driving us to Black Hall than the last time and I had no problem guessing why. The whole household was buzzing with what might happen. I had informed Becker that is the worse happened, that my Will was in my study safe. I had left everything to Christiana for I knew she would take care of my staff and estate.
Ryan walked beside me as one bound for the scaffold and I reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly before letting go. We reached the door far sooner that I would have wished for but I knew a delay would just make My Lady more suspicious.
I strolled down the hallway with both Ryan and the butler in my wake. I had nothing to fear from the Seer and entered the Council Chamber without announcement. I did have a momentary thought that I might have caused the butler problems, but I had Ryan to worry about.
“Ah. You came.” My Lady's sneer almost had me snap at her and I just hoped Ryan remembered my earlier words. I turned slightly and released a breath as I saw him standing tense but motionless under her barbs.
“Of course, My Lady.” I bowed to her and to the other Council members. Ryan's caught breath had me looking away and I understood why he had reacted. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with waist length blond hair that fell down her back in soft waves and her soft brown eyes met my gaze. But that was not what gained my attention. My eyebrow quirked as I realised the woman before me was not a vampire... then what was she? I had always believed that the Seers were vampires, at least the rumours I had heard mentioned them living for years, maybe the title passed from mother to daughter?
“Thissss isss the Ssseer. Ssshe will tesst Ryan firssst.” My Lord spoke gravely.
“I trust you have no objection, James?” My Lady asked, obviously fishing for a reaction so she could pronounce us guilty.
“None, My Lady.” I did, of course, but none that would do me well here.
Ryan dropped to his knees as the Seer approached him. I saw the shiver that ran down his back as she touched his head and his face twist as if in pain. I must have moved towards them as I suddenly felt a steel grip on my arms. “Ssstand fassst, Jamesss. Ssshe isss not hurting him.”
I wished I could have believed him as Ryan collapsed gasping on the ground once she had released him. I wanted to go to him, to comfort him but Hrothgar's grip made that impossible.
“On your kneessss, Jamesss.”
I tore my gaze from Ryan to met that of the Seer. Close up I could see the faint lines that belayed the original thoughts of her youth. I knew I had no choice if I wished to leave this chamber alive and dropped to my knees. I took one last look at Ryan and relaxed slightly as I saw My Lord with him as he held a glass of blood to my Ryan's lips. Turning back to the Seer I met her eyes and nodded. Ice water ran down my back as she touched my head and I understood why Ryan had shivered. Then I felt a sensation on my skin, one I could not name. It soon built and drove into my mind, like a thousand ants biting and crawling and seeking information. I could think of nothing but the pain and gasped out like a landed fish when I was released to lie on the floor. Too tired to resist when I was held closed and it took me some moments to realise Ryan held me tightly in his arms as he poured blood down my throat.
I swallowed several times before I managed to speak, and even then my voice was croaky as if I had long been silent. “May we leave now?”
My Lady did not look happy as she swept from the chamber and it was My Lord who answered. “Yesss, Jamesss. If you wisssh to ssspeak to the Ssseer you will have to come back tomorrow. My Lady will not allow her free rein in London. But for now, go home. Rest.”
****
I could not lose the feeling of uncleanliness and had baths ran for myself and for Ryan. I could not stand the thought of sleeping on my silk sheets with that woman's touch on my skin. I was quite fierce in my scrubbing and only stopped when Ryan took the brush from me and kissed my lips. His tongue seeking entrance and I willingly allowed him inside and duelled with him.
He pulled back with a wide grin and a sideways look at our bed. I quirked an eyebrow as he drew me towards it before kissing me once more. His voice a mere breath over my ear, “Make me bleed, my sire.”
I could not breathe for a moment. I had to make sure, even though my cock had instantly firmed at his words. “Are you sure, my Ryan?”
Ryan nodded and his pout melted my resistance. “I will make this good for you, I promise” I sucked at his full lower lip. “It will hurt. It will be like no pain you have ever felt. It will feel as if you are being torn apart as I enter and fill you.” I lightly nipped his swollen lip. “But then the pleasure takes over and the pain makes it so much sweeter.” I bit firmly into Ryan's lip and felt his blood fill my mouth and knew it filled his. As always, his taste was exquisite and I wanted more. I wanted, no I needed, to possess him. All of him. “Ryan? Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, James.” Ryan licked his lip and my heart skipped a beat. “I want you to fuck me so hard I will scream and bleed and not be able to walk without remembering what we do tonight.”
I growled low in my throat at his words and wasted no more time in foreplay. I picked him up and tossed him onto the bed and smiled as he bounced on the bed. The sight of his privates bobbing with the motion, of his cock hard and needy for me was almost too much for me. I was upon him in a heartbeat as I took him deep inside my mouth, teasing and sucking him until he groaned and writhed on the bed. “You really do like my silk sheets.”
“I like you better, my sire.” Ryan moaned as he held himself open for me, his knees pressed against his chest and his entrance lain bare to my sight. I took a deep steadying breath as I lined myself up against his twitching opening and I looked up to meet his steady gaze. “Please, sire.”
I needed no further urging and pressed firmly against him, feeling his muscle resist until it finally gave and I found myself half-buried within his spasming arse. I looked up and Ryan's face was a rictus of pain as I forced myself deeper inside his unprepared arse. I felt him clench and convulse around me as I pushed fully inside him. His arse was the tightest I had ever known and it felt so bloody wonderful as it squeezed almost painfully around my cock. I took a deep breath to calm my needs and looked deep into Ryan's pain-glazed eyes. “Ryan?”
“Please,” Ryan gasped as he panted in pain, his face twisting and his cock wilting under my assault.
“Forgive me.” I closed my eyes as I gathered my control to withdraw from the exquisite ecstasy of his arse. “I should not have agreed.” Before I could move I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Ryan clamped down hard, his tight passage squeezing me so hard it brought tears to my eyes. “Oh God. Yes.”
Ryan grinned at me as he relaxed and clamped down on my cock, over and over again. “Does that feel good?”
“You bloody know it does.” I gasped in need before I shoved myself fully inside of Ryan. I felt his flesh tear and part under my assault as the heavy tang of fresh blood filled the air.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan gasped out, his head thrown back as he writhed on the bed and squeezed so tightly around me I thought I would pass out from the pain. “Hurts.”
I took a deep breath as I sought to control my need to move. Once I felt I was in fully control once more, I leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, biting my own lip and letting my blood drip into Ryan's mouth. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.” Ryan's voice was full of pain, but not pain alone for I could hear his need.
I began to move, feeling his blood ease my slide out of his abused arse. I paused with my tip just inside him before reaching under his hips to hold him in position. I looked deep into Ryan's eyes as I shoved forward. Hard and unforgiving. Hitting his prostate with unerring accuracy. Ryan bucked into me as he screamed in agony. I almost stopped until I felt his cock jab into my stomach. Hard and leaking and needy.
I smiled fiercely as I continued my movements, taking him hard and fast. The smell of blood filled the room and drove me on. I needed to possess him. I needed to come so badly it hurt. Ryan dug his nails hard into my back, scrabbling, and I could feel blood welling from the marks he gouged into my flesh. I howled as he lifted his head and sank his fangs into my neck and greedily sucked mouthfuls of my blood.
My body jerked as I came inside him, my hips thrusting helplessly as I emptied myself over and over inside him. That triggered Ryan's own orgasm and he squeezed so tight around me I felt he would milk me dry and suck my soul from my body with it.
I collapse on top of Ryan, completely exhausted and utterly sated. It took me several moments to coordinate my limbs enough to gently ease out of Ryan and I watched my blood-covered cock slip from his arse. Watched as blood and come dripped from his hole and down his thighs before soaking into the bedding, dying it a vivid red.
I licked my lips as I leaned forwards, holding his legs wide as I licked a stripe along the crack of his arse and sighed at the mingled taste of his blood and my come. It was fucking wonderful. Ryan moaned as my tongue danced over his skin as I lathed all signs of our actions from his skin. I turned my attention to his torn opening, sighing as I pressed my tongue deep inside him. I pushed as much saliva as possible into his open body to aid his healing. I knew he would be sore for sometime after this, but I could only hope he would be willing to let me do this to him again sometime.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~1975 (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 13 and continues in Part 15.
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.
The day of our meeting with the Council and Seer dawned grey and miserable, which matched Ryan's mood perfectly. I drove him to study and did not let up, anything to occupy his mind. His mind and my own. I had also drilled into him over and over again that he must not react to My Lady's comments.
Charlie was even less happy about driving us to Black Hall than the last time and I had no problem guessing why. The whole household was buzzing with what might happen. I had informed Becker that is the worse happened, that my Will was in my study safe. I had left everything to Christiana for I knew she would take care of my staff and estate.
Ryan walked beside me as one bound for the scaffold and I reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly before letting go. We reached the door far sooner that I would have wished for but I knew a delay would just make My Lady more suspicious.
I strolled down the hallway with both Ryan and the butler in my wake. I had nothing to fear from the Seer and entered the Council Chamber without announcement. I did have a momentary thought that I might have caused the butler problems, but I had Ryan to worry about.
“Ah. You came.” My Lady's sneer almost had me snap at her and I just hoped Ryan remembered my earlier words. I turned slightly and released a breath as I saw him standing tense but motionless under her barbs.
“Of course, My Lady.” I bowed to her and to the other Council members. Ryan's caught breath had me looking away and I understood why he had reacted. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with waist length blond hair that fell down her back in soft waves and her soft brown eyes met my gaze. But that was not what gained my attention. My eyebrow quirked as I realised the woman before me was not a vampire... then what was she? I had always believed that the Seers were vampires, at least the rumours I had heard mentioned them living for years, maybe the title passed from mother to daughter?
“Thissss isss the Ssseer. Ssshe will tesst Ryan firssst.” My Lord spoke gravely.
“I trust you have no objection, James?” My Lady asked, obviously fishing for a reaction so she could pronounce us guilty.
“None, My Lady.” I did, of course, but none that would do me well here.
Ryan dropped to his knees as the Seer approached him. I saw the shiver that ran down his back as she touched his head and his face twist as if in pain. I must have moved towards them as I suddenly felt a steel grip on my arms. “Ssstand fassst, Jamesss. Ssshe isss not hurting him.”
I wished I could have believed him as Ryan collapsed gasping on the ground once she had released him. I wanted to go to him, to comfort him but Hrothgar's grip made that impossible.
“On your kneessss, Jamesss.”
I tore my gaze from Ryan to met that of the Seer. Close up I could see the faint lines that belayed the original thoughts of her youth. I knew I had no choice if I wished to leave this chamber alive and dropped to my knees. I took one last look at Ryan and relaxed slightly as I saw My Lord with him as he held a glass of blood to my Ryan's lips. Turning back to the Seer I met her eyes and nodded. Ice water ran down my back as she touched my head and I understood why Ryan had shivered. Then I felt a sensation on my skin, one I could not name. It soon built and drove into my mind, like a thousand ants biting and crawling and seeking information. I could think of nothing but the pain and gasped out like a landed fish when I was released to lie on the floor. Too tired to resist when I was held closed and it took me some moments to realise Ryan held me tightly in his arms as he poured blood down my throat.
I swallowed several times before I managed to speak, and even then my voice was croaky as if I had long been silent. “May we leave now?”
My Lady did not look happy as she swept from the chamber and it was My Lord who answered. “Yesss, Jamesss. If you wisssh to ssspeak to the Ssseer you will have to come back tomorrow. My Lady will not allow her free rein in London. But for now, go home. Rest.”
****
I could not lose the feeling of uncleanliness and had baths ran for myself and for Ryan. I could not stand the thought of sleeping on my silk sheets with that woman's touch on my skin. I was quite fierce in my scrubbing and only stopped when Ryan took the brush from me and kissed my lips. His tongue seeking entrance and I willingly allowed him inside and duelled with him.
He pulled back with a wide grin and a sideways look at our bed. I quirked an eyebrow as he drew me towards it before kissing me once more. His voice a mere breath over my ear, “Make me bleed, my sire.”
I could not breathe for a moment. I had to make sure, even though my cock had instantly firmed at his words. “Are you sure, my Ryan?”
Ryan nodded and his pout melted my resistance. “I will make this good for you, I promise” I sucked at his full lower lip. “It will hurt. It will be like no pain you have ever felt. It will feel as if you are being torn apart as I enter and fill you.” I lightly nipped his swollen lip. “But then the pleasure takes over and the pain makes it so much sweeter.” I bit firmly into Ryan's lip and felt his blood fill my mouth and knew it filled his. As always, his taste was exquisite and I wanted more. I wanted, no I needed, to possess him. All of him. “Ryan? Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, James.” Ryan licked his lip and my heart skipped a beat. “I want you to fuck me so hard I will scream and bleed and not be able to walk without remembering what we do tonight.”
I growled low in my throat at his words and wasted no more time in foreplay. I picked him up and tossed him onto the bed and smiled as he bounced on the bed. The sight of his privates bobbing with the motion, of his cock hard and needy for me was almost too much for me. I was upon him in a heartbeat as I took him deep inside my mouth, teasing and sucking him until he groaned and writhed on the bed. “You really do like my silk sheets.”
“I like you better, my sire.” Ryan moaned as he held himself open for me, his knees pressed against his chest and his entrance lain bare to my sight. I took a deep steadying breath as I lined myself up against his twitching opening and I looked up to meet his steady gaze. “Please, sire.”
I needed no further urging and pressed firmly against him, feeling his muscle resist until it finally gave and I found myself half-buried within his spasming arse. I looked up and Ryan's face was a rictus of pain as I forced myself deeper inside his unprepared arse. I felt him clench and convulse around me as I pushed fully inside him. His arse was the tightest I had ever known and it felt so bloody wonderful as it squeezed almost painfully around my cock. I took a deep breath to calm my needs and looked deep into Ryan's pain-glazed eyes. “Ryan?”
“Please,” Ryan gasped as he panted in pain, his face twisting and his cock wilting under my assault.
“Forgive me.” I closed my eyes as I gathered my control to withdraw from the exquisite ecstasy of his arse. “I should not have agreed.” Before I could move I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Ryan clamped down hard, his tight passage squeezing me so hard it brought tears to my eyes. “Oh God. Yes.”
Ryan grinned at me as he relaxed and clamped down on my cock, over and over again. “Does that feel good?”
“You bloody know it does.” I gasped in need before I shoved myself fully inside of Ryan. I felt his flesh tear and part under my assault as the heavy tang of fresh blood filled the air.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan gasped out, his head thrown back as he writhed on the bed and squeezed so tightly around me I thought I would pass out from the pain. “Hurts.”
I took a deep breath as I sought to control my need to move. Once I felt I was in fully control once more, I leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, biting my own lip and letting my blood drip into Ryan's mouth. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.” Ryan's voice was full of pain, but not pain alone for I could hear his need.
I began to move, feeling his blood ease my slide out of his abused arse. I paused with my tip just inside him before reaching under his hips to hold him in position. I looked deep into Ryan's eyes as I shoved forward. Hard and unforgiving. Hitting his prostate with unerring accuracy. Ryan bucked into me as he screamed in agony. I almost stopped until I felt his cock jab into my stomach. Hard and leaking and needy.
I smiled fiercely as I continued my movements, taking him hard and fast. The smell of blood filled the room and drove me on. I needed to possess him. I needed to come so badly it hurt. Ryan dug his nails hard into my back, scrabbling, and I could feel blood welling from the marks he gouged into my flesh. I howled as he lifted his head and sank his fangs into my neck and greedily sucked mouthfuls of my blood.
My body jerked as I came inside him, my hips thrusting helplessly as I emptied myself over and over inside him. That triggered Ryan's own orgasm and he squeezed so tight around me I felt he would milk me dry and suck my soul from my body with it.
I collapse on top of Ryan, completely exhausted and utterly sated. It took me several moments to coordinate my limbs enough to gently ease out of Ryan and I watched my blood-covered cock slip from his arse. Watched as blood and come dripped from his hole and down his thighs before soaking into the bedding, dying it a vivid red.
I licked my lips as I leaned forwards, holding his legs wide as I licked a stripe along the crack of his arse and sighed at the mingled taste of his blood and my come. It was fucking wonderful. Ryan moaned as my tongue danced over his skin as I lathed all signs of our actions from his skin. I turned my attention to his torn opening, sighing as I pressed my tongue deep inside him. I pushed as much saliva as possible into his open body to aid his healing. I knew he would be sore for sometime after this, but I could only hope he would be willing to let me do this to him again sometime.