Houseboy: Epilogue
Story title: Houseboy
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, F/m, M/F
Warnings: I'm returning to my supernatural, fantasy roots. So let's see *ticks off on fingers* vampires, horse shifters, were creatures abound, so if you want to call intimate acts between such creations beastiality, well that's your call. I personally wouldn't. But as there will be much sex, just be aware of the contributing factors.
Note: None
Word Count: 915
Total Word Count: 54,923
Summary: A very old vampire gets exactly what he wants. Doesn't he?
A/N: A standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome, this is my first ever attempt at NaNoWriMo.
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. Previous parts can be found here.
“That will be seventy three dollars and sixty-nine cents.” The clerk smiled cheerfully and blew a bright pink bubble with her gum.
Seth snorted. Dane returned the clerk’s smile with one of his own as he stepped down on Seth’s foot. Hard. The clerk looked up puzzled from the glossy black credit card when Seth yelped.
“Is there a problem?” Dane asked politely.
“What?” The clerk hastily ran the card through the machine. “It is just, well, I’ve heard of cards like these, I’ve just never seen them.” She pushed the receipt to Dane. He signed it quickly as Seth lifted their purchase. He gave her a polite nod of his head and they departed the store.
“I thought our rule was not to draw attention to ourselves,” Dane remarked blandly. Seth blushed and lifted an apologetic shoulder.
“About time,” Samuel stated, his window rolled down. Seth smiled happily and slid into the seat beside his long time lover.
Dane sat back on the comfortable leather seats, as Samuel steered the car for home. It was strange how much time had changed the world that they lived in. No more horse drawn carriages, but vehicles operated from noxious fumes with large metal and plastic frames. Lights and running water at the touch of a finger tip, communication instantaneous across the world, it was overwhelming.
Samuel slid the plastic key card into the slot and the gates opened silently. Forever Manor and Estates, they were home.
The herd had bowed under the strain of change. The pasture land was heavily guarded on all borders, including the air. The locals thought of it as their own claim to fame, a haunted mountain and a secluded estate.
Samuel drove the car into the indoor garage, among the many cars that Matthew and Noah had collected over the long years. Dane turned to Seth and shook his head. The boy was trying to crawl into Samuel’s skin. The shifter had just returned from a fellowship across the wide ocean.
“Do I even need to tell my mate that you will not be home by moon rise?”
Seth blushed and burrowed into Samuel’s arms. The shifter gave him a cocky grin and bussed his lips with a chaste kiss. “We know you have an in, young master.”
Dane laughed. Samuel lifted Seth across his shoulder, ignoring the indignant yelp, and hurried towards the main house.
“That is why I sent him,” Caleb remarked. “He was barely able to contain himself when he found that Seth was not here.”
Together, they carried the remanants of the shopping spree into the main house.
“Where are they?”
Caleb rolled his eyes expressively. It was still strange to see him in human form, his lean legs encased in denims and a t-shirt stretched across his sculpted chest. Dane missed the old days and its simplicity. The shifters mainly ran after dark, stretching their four legs before returning to two.
“Arguing.”
Dane sighed along with his friend and took the stairs two at a time, in search of his errant mate. Their voices led him into the large office that they shared.
“It is a good investment.”
“No.”
“Noah, you are being stubborn. Remember, you had the same opinion of Microsoft and look how that turned out.”
“Humans will never support the so called green technologies. It will be good money thrown away on bad investments.”
Caleb lifted a brow. “See what I mean.”
“I’ll take my mate, you take yours.”
The shifter squeezed his hand and chuckled, “Deal.”
Master.
Noah froze mid argument before whipping around. The long raven locks had disappeared with the passage of time. The feathery waves softened Noah’s stern features and drew attention to the cool blue eyes. Dane felt the desire swamp him.
Lifting the little black bag, he wagged in front of his quiet vampire.
“Thomas?”
Dane laughed as he was swept up into the arms of his amorous mate.
“What were you arguing about this time?”
Matthew’s groan of pleasure was answer enough. Caleb knew how to handle the stallion shifter just as he did with his own mate. Noah’s long legs covered the distance to their suite of rooms.
I take it our boy knows of Samuel’s return.
Dane reveled in their bond as they stripped away their clothing and lay skin to skin on their bed.
Yes. You are not in need of him, you fed this morning.
Noah’s raven brow lifted. Dane gasped as his knees were pushed back roughly and the small ring beneath his balls was tugged by slender fingers.
Such a spoiled pet, to think that you can talk to your master that way.
His head tipped back as warmth spread through him. Their bodies were joined as were their minds and souls. Dane used his knee as leverage and rolled them until he sat on Noah’s hips. Blue eyes gleamed with pleasure. Noah’s hands tightened at his hips as Dane began to ride.
Not a pet.
Noah’s fingers wrapped about his cock, working his flesh to a frenzied release. His vampire cried out as he came. The bright white incisors dropped in response. Dane was pulled down against the vampire’s chest, ignoring the cooling semen between their bellies.
Not a pet?
The vampire’s presence enveloped him even as the teeth slid into flesh. Dane turned his head and found Noah’s vein with his own sharp fangs.
Mate.
Noah’s arms tightened about him and hummed with satisfaction.
Mated forever. Mine.
Yours.
*~*
A/N: And thus ends Houseboy. I will now have time to go back and answer all the wonderful feedback. Thank you so much for sticking with me on the ride. Will there be a sequel? No, although I have a couple of interludes to write for Matthew. But I have other matters to attend to...mainly my WIPs that took the back burner for NaNoWriMo. For those of you who are new friends, I hope you join the party. Thanks to you all. *dances* Whoot!!! I actually finished another one. *blows kisses* MC
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m, F/m, M/F
Warnings: I'm returning to my supernatural, fantasy roots. So let's see *ticks off on fingers* vampires, horse shifters, were creatures abound, so if you want to call intimate acts between such creations beastiality, well that's your call. I personally wouldn't. But as there will be much sex, just be aware of the contributing factors.
Note: None
Word Count: 915
Total Word Count: 54,923
Summary: A very old vampire gets exactly what he wants. Doesn't he?
A/N: A standard disclaimer for all of my fiction, the work is un beta'd. I try to catch all of my mistakes but alas I am human. Any correction suggestions are welcome but please be kind, as with all artistic work, emotions are involved *puppy dog eyes*
Feedback: Is always welcome, this is my first ever attempt at NaNoWriMo.
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. Previous parts can be found here.
“That will be seventy three dollars and sixty-nine cents.” The clerk smiled cheerfully and blew a bright pink bubble with her gum.
Seth snorted. Dane returned the clerk’s smile with one of his own as he stepped down on Seth’s foot. Hard. The clerk looked up puzzled from the glossy black credit card when Seth yelped.
“Is there a problem?” Dane asked politely.
“What?” The clerk hastily ran the card through the machine. “It is just, well, I’ve heard of cards like these, I’ve just never seen them.” She pushed the receipt to Dane. He signed it quickly as Seth lifted their purchase. He gave her a polite nod of his head and they departed the store.
“I thought our rule was not to draw attention to ourselves,” Dane remarked blandly. Seth blushed and lifted an apologetic shoulder.
“About time,” Samuel stated, his window rolled down. Seth smiled happily and slid into the seat beside his long time lover.
Dane sat back on the comfortable leather seats, as Samuel steered the car for home. It was strange how much time had changed the world that they lived in. No more horse drawn carriages, but vehicles operated from noxious fumes with large metal and plastic frames. Lights and running water at the touch of a finger tip, communication instantaneous across the world, it was overwhelming.
Samuel slid the plastic key card into the slot and the gates opened silently. Forever Manor and Estates, they were home.
The herd had bowed under the strain of change. The pasture land was heavily guarded on all borders, including the air. The locals thought of it as their own claim to fame, a haunted mountain and a secluded estate.
Samuel drove the car into the indoor garage, among the many cars that Matthew and Noah had collected over the long years. Dane turned to Seth and shook his head. The boy was trying to crawl into Samuel’s skin. The shifter had just returned from a fellowship across the wide ocean.
“Do I even need to tell my mate that you will not be home by moon rise?”
Seth blushed and burrowed into Samuel’s arms. The shifter gave him a cocky grin and bussed his lips with a chaste kiss. “We know you have an in, young master.”
Dane laughed. Samuel lifted Seth across his shoulder, ignoring the indignant yelp, and hurried towards the main house.
“That is why I sent him,” Caleb remarked. “He was barely able to contain himself when he found that Seth was not here.”
Together, they carried the remanants of the shopping spree into the main house.
“Where are they?”
Caleb rolled his eyes expressively. It was still strange to see him in human form, his lean legs encased in denims and a t-shirt stretched across his sculpted chest. Dane missed the old days and its simplicity. The shifters mainly ran after dark, stretching their four legs before returning to two.
“Arguing.”
Dane sighed along with his friend and took the stairs two at a time, in search of his errant mate. Their voices led him into the large office that they shared.
“It is a good investment.”
“No.”
“Noah, you are being stubborn. Remember, you had the same opinion of Microsoft and look how that turned out.”
“Humans will never support the so called green technologies. It will be good money thrown away on bad investments.”
Caleb lifted a brow. “See what I mean.”
“I’ll take my mate, you take yours.”
The shifter squeezed his hand and chuckled, “Deal.”
Master.
Noah froze mid argument before whipping around. The long raven locks had disappeared with the passage of time. The feathery waves softened Noah’s stern features and drew attention to the cool blue eyes. Dane felt the desire swamp him.
Lifting the little black bag, he wagged in front of his quiet vampire.
“Thomas?”
Dane laughed as he was swept up into the arms of his amorous mate.
“What were you arguing about this time?”
Matthew’s groan of pleasure was answer enough. Caleb knew how to handle the stallion shifter just as he did with his own mate. Noah’s long legs covered the distance to their suite of rooms.
I take it our boy knows of Samuel’s return.
Dane reveled in their bond as they stripped away their clothing and lay skin to skin on their bed.
Yes. You are not in need of him, you fed this morning.
Noah’s raven brow lifted. Dane gasped as his knees were pushed back roughly and the small ring beneath his balls was tugged by slender fingers.
Such a spoiled pet, to think that you can talk to your master that way.
His head tipped back as warmth spread through him. Their bodies were joined as were their minds and souls. Dane used his knee as leverage and rolled them until he sat on Noah’s hips. Blue eyes gleamed with pleasure. Noah’s hands tightened at his hips as Dane began to ride.
Not a pet.
Noah’s fingers wrapped about his cock, working his flesh to a frenzied release. His vampire cried out as he came. The bright white incisors dropped in response. Dane was pulled down against the vampire’s chest, ignoring the cooling semen between their bellies.
Not a pet?
The vampire’s presence enveloped him even as the teeth slid into flesh. Dane turned his head and found Noah’s vein with his own sharp fangs.
Mate.
Noah’s arms tightened about him and hummed with satisfaction.
Mated forever. Mine.
Yours.
*~*
A/N: And thus ends Houseboy. I will now have time to go back and answer all the wonderful feedback. Thank you so much for sticking with me on the ride. Will there be a sequel? No, although I have a couple of interludes to write for Matthew. But I have other matters to attend to...mainly my WIPs that took the back burner for NaNoWriMo. For those of you who are new friends, I hope you join the party. Thanks to you all. *dances* Whoot!!! I actually finished another one. *blows kisses* MC