Something has been off with Alexis and Michael the last day or so. I've been keeping an eye on how things are between them in case I am needed. I am sure they have had words and it's something to do with me. I can tell when Alexis looks at me. But so far he has not offered anything up so I will wait and see. I know better than to press him.
I am out on my balcony having a cigarette and a glass of wine when I hear a loud knock on my door followed by an equally loud Kenta. His tone is not the sultry note that I am used to from him.
I go to the edge of the curtain in the doorway of my balcony where I can see my chamber door and with a flick of my hand it opens as I give my usual greeting. "Kenta."
I walk in and see him on the balcony, a vision of beauty as usual. With a wave of my hand I slam his door and move towards him, "So you allow those you consider below you in your bed and chambers? Tell me my friend just what - in your mind - makes you better than me!?"
A fight is not what I came here for, but the sight of him angers me even more! All his beauty and intelligence make me want to take him there where he stands, but I will not be looked down upon by my an equal!
I step closer, within inches, and sneer at him, "Don't play coy with me! I know what you said. How dare you consider yourself above me! We are both pure blood vampire. Your social status is merry ole England doesn't mean shit in this world!"
My fang detract and I want to sink them into his perfect skin. My hands itch to hold him against the wall and grind against him showing him just how equal we are.
"Paul is the son of an archangel. Even his crack pot brother is of pure blood! This is not about your brothers and their Angels. This is about what you think of me."
Pushing off the wall I stalk over to him, "I have a reputation that I have enjoyed and even encouraged, but I do not fuck those who are not of pure blood - those I know to be beneath me. You however do not hold such standards and it makes me wonder what sort of filth you have fucked!"
I push him away then wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and stare at him shocked. Have I suddenly slipped to the bottom rung of the ladder? Lower than a whore. Does he think that low of me that he would try to force me?
I am deeply hurt that he would even try that with me but I try not to show it. I turn my back on him and move toward the table to get a fresh drink of wine. I don't want one but anything to not have to face him. "If you don't like being told then I will ask you. Please leave." I grip the bottle tight. I should have slapped him!
The sight of him falling apart is too much for me. The feel of him cumming all over my hand and stomach, his body clenching so tightly around my cock and again the sound of my name falling from his lips has me thrusting all the way up in him, my hand now on the back of his neck holding him tight
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I know two things as we rest against each other. The first being that was the most incredible - words can't even describe it - I have ever experienced in my long life.
The second being that I don't want him to leave. And I have never wanted that before.
I want to fall asleep with him, with the feel and smell of our sex and blood and bodies mingled amongst the bedclothes.
I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose him. Not yet, not anytime soon.
But I know he doesn't do this, no matter what I saw in his eyes, it will fade, it will become something to keep in his memory bank. Until next time. He does not need anyone, not like this, not how I am feeling. He fucks and leaves. I try to tell myself this was more than that.
But I need it.
I turn my head and close my eyes whispering against his warm musky skin. "Take me to bed Mikael. Please..."
I gasp softy and moan. The thought of holding him through the night, waking next to him.... I want it so much. But I want him in my bed. Not here - he doesn't belong here anymore.
Even though my legs are shaky, I cup his ass with my hands and stand, holding him against me. His legs tighten around my waist and I hiss at the pleasure.
Placing a soft open mouth kiss on his neck I tell him, "I want you in my bed - let me share it with you Christian, let me take you home."
I know when it happens, I feel it, always stronger than any of the others when it comes to Christian. He has given his heart. A frantic worry overtakes me. An urgency that draws me to him. He is going to leave. With Kenta. I have to stop him.
I leave Paul standing there and storm out making my way to Christian's quarters. But I am too late, I find it empty, they are gone.
A fury overtakes me, one I do not understand, it envelopes me and sends me crazy with rage. I tear apart with my bare hands the chair, the evidence of their love making reeking from it.
I howl with rage and change into full form. I will have to bring him back. I feel someone grab my arm as I go to leave and fling them off vaguely hearing them crash into the furniture in my anger. Then in a flash I am there. Kenta's castle.
I don't wait to be invited in and smash my way through the door storming through the halls sniffing him out. Screaming in rage. "CHRISTIAN!"
Looking up from Christian toward the door I growl and sneer. How dare Gaspard barge into my home! I sense my guards going after him, but Gaspard is damn strong, especially when he is enraged.
I tell my guards to back off and allow Gaspard to enter and make a fool of himself. Turning I grab my robe and hand it to Christian, smiling to myself that he is in my robe, before standing and wrapping the bed sheet around my waist.
We still have blood on us, not that I worry or much care if Gaspard sees, but he is family to Christian so I take a cloth from the bed side table and dip it in the basin. Cool, clean water is always beside my bed for - cleanup shall we say.
Handing the cloth to Christian I ask, "The guards are allowing him to enter - there isn't much time. I will not fight him, but if he tries to hurt you - he will die."
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I am out on my balcony having a cigarette and a glass of wine when I hear a loud knock on my door followed by an equally loud Kenta. His tone is not the sultry note that I am used to from him.
I go to the edge of the curtain in the doorway of my balcony where I can see my chamber door and with a flick of my hand it opens as I give my usual greeting. "Kenta."
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A fight is not what I came here for, but the sight of him angers me even more! All his beauty and intelligence make me want to take him there where he stands, but I will not be looked down upon by my an equal!
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I tap the ash off my cigarette and study him guarding my words carefully. "What are you talking about Kenta?"
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My fang detract and I want to sink them into his perfect skin. My hands itch to hold him against the wall and grind against him showing him just how equal we are.
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Pushing off the wall I stalk over to him, "I have a reputation that I have enjoyed and even encouraged, but I do not fuck those who are not of pure blood - those I know to be beneath me. You however do not hold such standards and it makes me wonder what sort of filth you have fucked!"
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I clench my jaw and glare coldly at him. "I am not playing this game." I stand and with a flick of my hand my chamber door slams open. "Get out."
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Grabbing him by his upper arms I pull him to me and kiss him hard. My tongue And teeth demanding he open his glorious lips.
I growl, "We are equals!"
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I am deeply hurt that he would even try that with me but I try not to show it. I turn my back on him and move toward the table to get a fresh drink of wine. I don't want one but anything to not have to face him. "If you don't like being told then I will ask you. Please leave." I grip the bottle tight. I should have slapped him!
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The second being that I don't want him to leave. And I have never wanted that before.
I want to fall asleep with him, with the feel and smell of our sex and blood and bodies mingled amongst the bedclothes.
I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose him. Not yet, not anytime soon.
But I know he doesn't do this, no matter what I saw in his eyes, it will fade, it will become something to keep in his memory bank. Until next time. He does not need anyone, not like this, not how I am feeling. He fucks and leaves. I try to tell myself this was more than that.
But I need it.
I turn my head and close my eyes whispering against his warm musky skin. "Take me to bed Mikael. Please..."
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Even though my legs are shaky, I cup his ass with my hands and stand, holding him against me. His legs tighten around my waist and I hiss at the pleasure.
Placing a soft open mouth kiss on his neck I tell him, "I want you in my bed - let me share it with you Christian, let me take you home."
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The thought of Gaspard rests in my mind. The implications of what this means.
I do not want to take too long to give him an answer but the weight of my decision rests very heavily in my heart.
I tighten my hold on him knowing my decision is already made. "Yes Mikael. Take me home."
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I leave Paul standing there and storm out making my way to Christian's quarters. But I am too late, I find it empty, they are gone.
A fury overtakes me, one I do not understand, it envelopes me and sends me crazy with rage. I tear apart with my bare hands the chair, the evidence of their love making reeking from it.
I howl with rage and change into full form. I will have to bring him back. I feel someone grab my arm as I go to leave and fling them off vaguely hearing them crash into the furniture in my anger. Then in a flash I am there. Kenta's castle.
I don't wait to be invited in and smash my way through the door storming through the halls sniffing him out. Screaming in rage. "CHRISTIAN!"
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I tell my guards to back off and allow Gaspard to enter and make a fool of himself. Turning I grab my robe and hand it to Christian, smiling to myself that he is in my robe, before standing and wrapping the bed sheet around my waist.
We still have blood on us, not that I worry or much care if Gaspard sees, but he is family to Christian so I take a cloth from the bed side table and dip it in the basin. Cool, clean water is always beside my bed for - cleanup shall we say.
Handing the cloth to Christian I ask, "The guards are allowing him to enter - there isn't much time. I will not fight him, but if he tries to hurt you - he will die."
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