Inescapable
When they left Clea's club, Alex was surprised to find it was by the
front door. A taxi came along almost immediately and stopped when
Trevor hailed it. They climbed in the back and Trevor gave an address.
At Alex's questioning look, Trevor smirked. "Perhaps I need to conserve
my strength."
Alex nodded and looked out the window, but casually checked the weapons
hidden inside his coat. If Trevor noticed, he didn't comment.
The cab pulled up in front of a big old house on a street full of other
big old houses. Trevor motioned for Alex to get out and then spoke
to the driver for a long moment before giving him some money.
Alex looked up at the dark windows of the Victorian-style house and
wondered just how far the cliche would extend. At least into the
ground, he decided, as Trevor took him around back and unlocked a door
into the cellar. The door itself was quite a work of camouflage art,
well-worn wood on the outside and reinforced steel on the inside.
Trevor locked the door behind them and led Alex down a hallway to another
door, which he also unlocked and then locked again as soon as they were
inside. Alex's eyes went immediately around the single spacious room
searching for exits and dangers. He only found four small windows
set in the long wall opposite the door, all covered by heavy black curtains,
and two open doors. One was a closet and one appeared to lead into
a bathroom.
An antique dresser stood next to the door and near the closet.
Trevor laid his keys down on the scarred surface before taking off his
coat and hanging it in the closet. He swept his hair out of his face
with one hand in a dramatic gesture that made Alex roll his eyes, but he
lost all amusement when Trevor stood very close to him and stared at him
intensely.
"Alex, listen to me."
Trevor's voice reverberated inside Alex's head until he felt the words
as much as heard them. He knew what that particular voice meant and
he tried to resist. "No, don't. Don't do that to me again."
"I have to," replied Trevor, with a distinct lack of remorse.
He held Alex's face in both hands, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
"You will not open the curtains. You will not open the door.
You will not try to kill me."
The others were bad enough, but the last order went against every bit
of self-preservation that Alex had. Everybody was expendable in
the right circumstance, that is, if they became a danger to Alex.
He tried to hold on, but could feel his will slipping away. Mildly
comforting was the fact that Trevor never said Alex couldn't hurt him.
With a kiss on the lips that nearly made Alex's skin crawl with its
tenderness, Trevor released him and stepped back. "You're not the
only one with a strong survival instinct, my pet. I didn't live this
long by trusting every boy I pick up in a bar." He stuck his hand
inside Alex's coat, running his fingers over the fabric-concealed straps
that held on Alex's prosthetic arm. "This fascinates me. Take
off your clothes so I can see."
Since the words were spoken in a regular voice, Alex knew that he could
refuse and he almost did, just to prove to both of them that he could.
Instead, he took out his knife, laid it on the dresser next to Trevor's
keys, and hung his coat up in the closet, patting the secret pocket to
make sure his gun was still in place. Knowing that he looked awkward
when he took off this particular shirt—just his bad luck he'd worn a pullover
instead of a button-up—Alex leaned back against the dresser nonchalantly.
"You do it."
Trevor smiled and slowly worked the soft wool fabric up Alex's torso,
off his right arm, then over his head and off his left arm. Picking
up Alex's right hand, he grabbed the tips of the glove's fingers in his
teeth and pulled. He dropped the glove and the shirt next to the
knife, and ran both hands over Alex's chest and shoulders.
Alex tensed when the questing fingers homed in on what was left of his
arm, but they didn't stop, just continued on down the hard plastic of his
prosthesis. He kept his eyes on Trevor's face, which showed interest
and curiosity, but no pity or horror. That suited Alex just fine.
"What can you do with this?" Trevor started to lift the arm, and
Alex allowed it.
"I can drive, hold things, hit people..." Alex lost his train of thought
when Trevor bent the fingers of Alex's hand in a rough approximation of
a familiar gesture. He stuck two fingers inside the loose fist he
had made, and moved them back and forth against the leather.
"What does it feel like?"
"I don't jerk off with it. The limited grip and range of motion
makes it not worth the trouble."
"Mm hmm." He continued to inspect the hand and arm, all the way
up to the stump, where he rubbed the tips of his fingers around the edge
of the cup, sending little tingles through Alex's skin. "And of course,
skin on skin is so much better, yes?"
Alex didn't reply, but pulled at the edge of Trevor's shirt, sticking
his good hand under the fabric to touch the flat of Trevor's stomach.
It was smooth and only slightly on the cool side, and he wondered how other
body parts would feel. Warmer, colder, or the same?
Trevor released the straps that held on Alex's arm and laid it on the
dresser, then he stepped back and stripped his T-shirt off. Pale
and lean, he looked so breakable and easily bruised that Alex's mouth watered
and his cock began to harden, which Trevor quickly noticed. He trailed
his fingers over the growing bulge of black leather and licked his lips.
"Did I mention that I quite enjoy the way you taste, my pet?"
Alex blinked slowly and said, "I don't know, but you could demonstrate."
"Yes, I could, but first things first." With one hand on Alex's
shoulder, Trevor shoved him down on his knees, putting his own erection
at mouth level for Alex. "You still owe me."
Bracing his hand on Trevor's hip to steady himself, Alex looked up from
his position as if he were in complete control. And maybe he was.
Thinking so was the only way he could do this. "Take it out for me."
Trevor did as he was told and then rested his hands on Alex's head,
moving them restlessly as if he wished the hair was long enough to twist
around his fingers. Alex took his hand from Trevor's hip and wrapped
it around the base of Trevor's cock, which was uncut and pretty average.
Closing his eyes, Alex slid his lips over it slowly and discovered that
the skin was warmer than the rest of Trevor, but not as hot as a regular
guy's would be. He traced the raised veins with his tongue and Trevor
sighed, "Yes, yes, that's it." So he did it again and again, until
Trevor moaned and began to move his hips to some inner rhythm.
When Trevor started to thrust into his mouth with increasing violence,
Alex let his bottom lip slide off his teeth so that they scraped along
the underside of Trevor's cock. The vampire came with a shout and
a jet of strangely flavored semen, which Alex swallowed quickly without
stopping to analyze it. He let the cock slip out of his mouth and
tucked it back inside Trevor's jeans, not bothering to do up the button
and zipper. Trevor patted him on the head, patronizing and rewarding
at the same time.
Alex rose to his feet and took Trevor's arm in a tight grip. "Now
it's your turn to do something for me."
"Yes, of course." Trevor smiled, picked up the knife, and pushed
Alex across the room and down onto the bed. The spread was a tacky
tiger stripe affair that's only saving grace was that it wasn't made from
some kind of faux-fur. Instead, the cover was cottony soft against
Alex's bare back as Trevor took off Alex's pants, socks, and boots.
Trevor didn't comment on the smaller boot knife, just laid it aside and
picked up the first knife. It felt odd to be lying there completely
naked while the other man was still half-dressed, but Alex ceased to think
about it when Trevor held the blade up to the light and inspected it carefully.
"Nice work. Did you get this in Spain, by any chance?"
Alex nodded and watched in fascination Trevor sliding the blade along
the side of his hand at the base of his thumb. As a ruby trickle
welled out of the cut, Trevor climbed onto the bed, straddling Alex's hips.
He licked up the line of blood dripping down his wrist with intense concentration
and then looked down at Alex. "You think this is what you want?"
Alex stared back impassively, but his body answered eloquently and in
detail. His cock was so hard it stood away from his body, as if trying
to get to Trevor any way it could. Trevor noticed this with a smug
smile and leaned forward, rubbing his denim covered crotch against Alex's.
Alex raised his hips to get more friction, but was soon distracted by Trevor's
hand on his face.
"This is what it's all about, my pet." Trevor rubbed the bloody
cut across Alex's mouth, squeezing drops between Alex's eagerly opened
lips. As the blood poured sweetly over his tongue Alex realized why
Trevor's come had tasted odd, it must have had blood in it. His rational
mind told Alex this was all dangerous and sick, but a more primitive part
of him said this was what he was meant for, what he needed. Something
inside him that he hadn't even known was out of whack clicked smoothly
into place. He tried to suck at the cut, but Trevor drew his hand
away and licked it himself.
In just a few seconds, the skin healed completely, but Alex had no time
to marvel over it because Trevor was scratching the tip of the knife lightly
across Alex's chest, just above his left nipple, right above his heart.
The stinging pain was inconsequential the second Trevor dipped his fingers
in the welling blood and drew them down Alex's torso toward his groin.
Alex raised his head enough to see the red streaks painted on his abdomen,
just before Trevor backed away so that he could lower his mouth and lick
Alex clean. Alex arched his hips, encouraging that maddening tongue
to move lower, but it didn't. Trevor moved back up to his chest and
licked the cut closed as he had done to his own hand. He raised his
head to smile at Alex, revealing long, pointed fangs where regular eyeteeth
had been just moments before.
Trevor picked up the knife from the where he'd dropped it beside Alex
and tossed it onto the floor. "We won't be needing that anymore,
will we, pet?"
"Do it." Alex craned his head, exposing his throat.
With a quiet growl, Trevor plunged his fangs in—not into his throat,
but into the stump of his left arm. Alex shuddered and fought down
a sudden queasiness. This was perverted even by his admittedly broad
standards. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Trevor's hair, but the
vampire was already pulling away.
"Relax, my pet." Alex stiffened rebelliously before he realized
the words were spoken in a normal voice. Trevor licked at his stump
and then moved back to his chest, nibbling at a nipple before biting into
his pectoral. The teeth were so sharp that the pain didn't really
register until a second or two later, but by then pleasure was also taking
hold and Trevor was moving to a new spot. Bite, lick the wound, move
on, over and over. Each shoulder, his wrist, his stomach, the back
of one knee, the inside of his thigh—oh that one really drove him crazy
because Trevor's hair was silken torment against his balls. Alex
let out a moan that made Trevor raise his head and flash him a blood stained
grin. "That's it, pet. Scream for me."
Alex shook his head and closed his eyes, refusing to give up that much.
He changed his mind when those fangs raked across his lower belly.
Fire and pain ripped through him and he yelled a curse that ended on an
unintelligible gurgle. He looked down his body in disbelief to see
Trevor scoop up a handful of blood and smear it on his cock, which had
lost some of its enthusiasm with that last burst of pain. Arousal
returned in a rush under Trevor's agile tongue, licking up every crimson
streak and dribble.
With all his blood flowing either to his groin or down Trevor's throat,
Alex started to feel light headed and fuzzy around the edges. He
started to say something, but Trevor suddenly stopped...everything.
He left the bed and Alex whimpered before he could stop himself.
When Trevor returned shortly, he was naked and carried something in each
hand. He propped Alex up on a couple of pillows and pressed a glass
bottle of orange juice to his mouth.
Alex swallowed a mouthful of the cold liquid gratefully and raised his
hand to take the bottle. Trevor gave up possession easily, probably
because it freed up his hands to open the tube of lubricant he'd also brought
over. Drinking the juice quickly and setting the empty bottle on
a bedside table, Alex watched as Trevor squeezed some of the gel onto his
fingers. Just before he applied it to Alex's ass, he said cheerfully,
"I'm sorry it'll be a bit chilly, but blood is not quite up to the job.
It dries too quickly."
"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" asked Alex dryly, trying not
to flinch as the cold slick fingers started working their way inside his
body, prodding and stretching him. The flash of pleasure when the
fingers hooked and scraped against his prostate made Alex forget about
the cold and his extremely vulnerable position.
"No, we wouldn't," Trevor replied very seriously, then he grinned, bent
down, and playfully licked Alex's cock. "You are an absolute delight,
my pet."
"I can't tell you how thrilled I am to hear that." Alex moved
with the rhythm of the fingers in his ass. "Are you going to fuck
me or just play?"
"Don't be in such a hurry." He added another finger with a rough
thrust that made Alex close his eyes and bite his lip. "Take time
to enjoy each step along the way."
"Yeah well, I'd like to get to the destination before I pass out from
blood loss," said Alex, exaggerating sarcastically. He left his eyes
closed as he raised his hips in demand.
"And to think you were so quiet when we first met. You're really
coming out of your shell, Alex."
Before Alex could respond, Trevor replaced his fingers with his cock
and shoved right in. There was something to be said for thorough
preparation after all, because there wasn't so much as a twinge of discomfort
as he started to smoothly thrust inside Alex, brushing his prostate on
every backstroke. It was nice, gentle, and completely and utterly
wrong.
Alex opened his eyes and stared up at the smirking vampire. "I'm
not a timid virgin. Harder, damn you."
Trevor laughed and blew him a kiss, then reared back and slammed into
him so hard Alex almost saw stars. That was more like it. He
started thrusting down onto Trevor's rapidly moving cock, meeting him as
if fighting to see who'd make the other come first. They were even
enough until Trevor propped himself up on one hand and wrapped the other
around Alex's straining erection. He stripped it as quickly and forcefully
as he fucked, and Alex couldn't hold out another minute. He came
with a guttural shout that surprised them both, if the wide-eyed look on
Trevor's face was any indication. He relaxed against the pillows
as Trevor kept pumping into him, finally coming with a shout of his own
a couple of moments later.
Collapsing onto the bed next to Alex after he pulled out, Trevor sighed
deeply and stared up at the ceiling for several moments without speaking.
Alex was almost asleep when he broke the silence. "I won't turn you
unless you really understand what you are asking for, what you would be
giving up."
Alex didn't say anything and Trevor seemed to take this as encouragement
to explain. "Do you remember Ray? The blond man with the Mountie
lover that I took you to see earlier?" He waited for Alex's nod before
continuing. "He didn't make an informed choice. Making him
was a spur of the moment act on my part. I wanted him, I made him,
and then I left him alone."
"That why you watch him from a distance? You feel guilty?"
Alex had trouble believing it.
Trevor turned toward Alex and grinned. "Now, now, let's not get
carried away, my pet. I do not ever feel guilty. I just...would
like not to..." He shook his head and explained in Russian that it didn't
feel quite honorable to change a man's life so completely without giving
him a proper understanding of what that meant. "I don't know why
English fails me in this subject."
Alex had no explanations to offer and could only ask what came next.
Trevor glanced at the clock by the bed. "In about half an hour,
you need to get up, put on some clothes and go outside. Stand in
the backyard and watch the sunrise. If you want to give it up, you
can come back inside. If not, you are free to leave." He remained
motionless on the bed as if it didn't matter to him one way or the other
what Alex chose.
Alex's thoughts swirled round in his brain. Did he or didn't he?
Give up the sun, gain some power. Give up solid food, gain enhanced
senses. Live in the shadows, live in the dark, what difference did
it make? He'd be living for a good long time, and no fucking black
oil would ever hitch a ride in his body again. The slam of the outside
door had him rolling off the bed and reaching for his knife on the floor.
Trevor peeked over the edge of the bed. "Relax, Alex. It's
just Joe cutting it too close again."
"Who the fuck is Joe?"
"He's staying in the suite across the hall. He mostly lives there,
unless he's elsewhere." Trevor reached out to help Alex up, but Alex
knocked his hand away. Trevor didn't seem to notice, just brought
it right back to curl around Alex's stump as he sat on the side of the
bed.
"Is he another of your little projects?" Alex shook the hand off
again.
"Oh no, I didn't make him. We're just friends."
"So there're a lot of you out there?"
"More than you might believe, but less than you might imagine if you're
given to fanciful thoughts."
"I'm not." Alex snorted and got up for his clothes.
"You know the monsters are real, don't you? You already live
in the shadows, so what harm could it do if I turn you? That's what
you're thinking, yes?"
Alex didn't bother to answer those questions. He got dressed slowly
and methodically and didn't care if he had an awkward moment or two.
He was grateful that Trevor stayed on the bed and didn't offer to help.
Then he went over to the door, wondering if he could open it.
Before he could ask, Trevor spoke in that spooky voice again. "You
may go out now, Alex. Return only if you are certain of what you
want."
Alex looked back over his shoulder, nodded solemnly, and walked outside
to see the sunrise.
Permanent Midnight VII
by Amy B
Tonight began with anything
Shadows, a light, a warm breath and a scream,
Tamper if you like between the doors,
Can't expect to go out—Breath, Pearl Jam
