Part 4 (1/2)
”Sure. That's why you're pulling the schizoid act.”
”Me? Crazy? Bree, Bree, Bree.” Julian touched his lips to the curve of Bree's ear, nipping lightly at a stud. ”I do like these. I have never been one to favor piercings in excess, but they suit you. And, ah! I wander. Bree, I am as sane as you, though most men would, by now, doubt the balance of your own mind.”
Bree's stomach turned. ”Let me go,” he said. His voice cracked for the first time, and he hated it, but d.a.m.n if he weren't getting desperate. ”You're nuts.”
”Perhaps by the definition of some. However,” Julian said thoughtfully, ”definitions can be awfully narrow, can't they?
Words. Words are limiting things. They try to box up all that a man is and can be in a neat collection of syllables that are, in the end, meaningless sounds floating in the air.” He kissed Bree's ear again, this time suckling in a hoop.
Bree moaned softly, unable to help himself. Julian laughed, a gentle buzz against his neck. ”Men are so much more than words are able to express,” he murmured. The tip of his tongue slipped out to trace a pattern on Bree's throat. ”More than can be conceived of.” He bit ever so carefully, not breaking the skin, but sending a delicious, aching thrill of pain through Bree that went straight to his c.o.c.k, which throbbed as it swelled harder still. ”Yes,” Julian whispered. ”You enjoy this. I knew that you would. I knew from the moment I saw you.”
He bit harder.
Bree felt a trickle of wet warmth run down his throat. Part of his mind began to scream. The other part buzzed with the power of a c.o.ke blast, making him dizzy with bliss. ”I -- I --” he managed to stutter. ”What are you --?”
”Ssh.” Julian pressed a cool finger to Bree's lips. ”I'm not done yet.”
More? Oh, my G.o.d, there's more? Run. I should so run. This f.u.c.ker just bit me!
Why aren't I running?
Julian lapped at the trickle of Bree's blood as it trailed down his throat. ”You taste of dark, forbidden secrets,” he breathed.
”There is so much inside you. So much that you hide not only from others, but from yourself, as well.” He lifted his mouth to kiss the small wound his teeth had caused. ”I could show you,” he said. ”Would you like that? Are you man enough to face the beast inside? You have the power to come out triumphant and stronger for it. I see this.” He took another taste of Bree's blood with a small hum of pleasure. ”I see you, Bree.”
Bree struggled to shake his head. ”No,” he managed to mutter. ”No, you don't. Can't. Just met me. You don't know me.”
”But I do. I know so many, many things. I know who you really are beneath the masks you wear. I taste it in your blood. I know things you've never dared to dream of.” Bree felt Julian's lips curve into a smile. ”Yet.”
He bit down again, hard. Bree couldn't stop himself from letting out a small, startled scream of pain -- but as Julian's lips and tongue followed the sting of his teeth, shock waves of o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss blasted through him.
What ... the ... h.e.l.l? This is wrong. So wrong. This guy's got a G.o.d-d.a.m.ned blood fetis.h.!.+ Run, you f.u.c.king moron!
Kick him in the b.a.l.l.s and run!
”I would not.” Julian tightened his grip. ”I have not yet finished here. Let me speak my piece, then -- Look! I will be generous for now. I will let you go, if you still want it.” His tongue traced a delicate, wet pattern on Bree's throat. ”If you truly want to leave me. Somehow, I feel sure you will stay or will want to.” Bree shook his head. The movement made his fresh wound sting. He bit back a cry of pain. Julian made a soft, sympathetic sound and drew Bree closer into his arms, burrowing his face against Bree's neck. Licking, sucking, probing with the tip of his tongue. It should be sick. Instead, it made Bree hot. Hotter than the fires of h.e.l.l.
”What are you doing to me?” Bree said, his voice clogged with confusion and choked up with the swelling waves of arousal that just kept on coming despite the things Julian was doing to his body. ”Stop it.”
Julian shook his head, hair brus.h.i.+ng soft and whisper-light against Bree's cheek. ”In a moment. The blood is still warm, and it flows yet.”
Bree, have you lost it? Get. The. h.e.l.l. Away. From. Him!
”Stay,” Julian murmured.
Bree found himself surrendering. ”What are you?” he demanded weakly. ”Some kind of hypnotist with a blood jones?”
Julian laughed, a delighted sound. ”Oh, Bree. So lacking in imagination. We will teach you better.”
”Says you.”
”So brash, even now. Do you not understand what I could do to you?” Julian traced a runnel of blood with his lips. ”I choose not to. Yet. But know that I could, I would, and not a soul in here would stop me.”
Not a soul in here ... hey, wait. Bree froze in confusion. d.a.m.n good point. Even the h.o.r.n.i.e.s.t man, pumped up on techno and running with the rhythm of c.o.c.k against c.o.c.k, should have noticed that, oh, whoa, that guy is drinking the punk's blood. Should we, like, do something about it?
d.a.m.ned if a soul had noticed, though. Or if they had, not a one of them was coming to his rescue.
”Yes,” Julian said. ”This is not the place to seek help, and no one will save you from me. Bree, Bree, you must realize what they already know. You don't want to be rescued. You want me. Want this. Let me show you.”
He bit down a third time.
f.u.c.k! Bree let out a stifled moan and felt himself sag against Julian's lean, solid body. This shouldn't be turning him on. How sick was he? He liked piercings, yeah. And he liked a little pain, fine. He'd admit that. But not being a snack. He didn't even like S & M, much less blood-play. Any other guy would have long been crumpled up in a ball on the floor, clutching his bashed-up nuts, but Julian ... no. Too strong. Deceptively strong. Bree knew if he even lifted a knee to try, Julian would just snap his neck and say something calm like, ”What a pity,” brush his hands, and walk away. The dancers would swarm in and writhe over his corpse until they'd destroyed it and never even notice.
”Yes,” Julian murmured. ”Now you understand, at least in part, some of my power.”
Bree fought not to tilt his head back and open the bite wound wider for Julian to enjoy. The urge, though, just about killed him. He didn't know where it came from. He didn't have a death wish. Didn't want to die. Did want to run screaming, but ...
couldn't.
”Neither do you want to. Be honest with yourself, Bree. You have longed for one such as I for ages.”
”No,” Bree gasped with one last show of nerve.
Julian chuckled. ”Lies taste of tears,” he said. ”Bitter and sweet. Come, let me show you what you really want.”
”Show me what I --”
”Oh, yes, Bree. Yes. Like so.”
Julian moved with the grace of a snake, hands sliding up and down Bree's arms. Not letting up on his grip, not giving him a chance to break away, but Bree suddenly no longer wanted to. The feel of Julian's palms set him on fire wherever they touched, blazing bursts of sensation that traveled bullet-fast, sniper-accurate, straight to his c.o.c.k.
Julian moved closer still, s.h.i.+fting his hips so that his own erection not only b.u.mped, but ground into Bree's own. It would have hurt, normally. Too hard, too much, too rough. Julian just made it feel good. Better than anything or anyone ever before. The feel of his c.o.c.k against Bree's promised more than just the climax of his life. It promised the kind of o.r.g.a.s.m he'd never forget, the Big One that everybody dreamed of and never quite found. Not in real life.
Bree had known Julian wanted to f.u.c.k him. Now, he knew, somehow, that Julian wanted to possess him, too. Turn him inside out with s.e.x and blood. Make him something new. Something that lived in the dark, where he'd always thought he belonged.
Something powerful and mighty, without mercy. With blood and come, he'd wash Bree's mind and body clear of everything and raise him up, a new man altogether.
Images burst into his mind, powerful as bursting grenades. Visions of him and Julian, f.u.c.king. No, not just f.u.c.king -- consuming each other.
Bree, on his knees, cheeks swollen as he swallowed Julian's c.o.c.k. Julian's long white hands buried in the spikes of Bree's hair, pulling hard. Julian pulling out each of Bree's piercings, playing with them, sucking the holes they went through. Nipping sharp, silver kisses that would leave scars where each stud or hoop had been, replacing them with something even more intimidating.
Bree, on his back in a bed softer than feathers, legs raised high, draped over Julian's white shoulders. Julian leaning above him, dipping down for a red, wet kiss full of teeth. Julian drinking deep as he slid his c.o.c.k into Bree's hole with a wonderfully rough thrust and a strangely gentle caress of his hands on Bree's arms.
Julian, teeth crimson, rocking Bree in his embrace. Lifting his head to laugh, soft and low, pleased as a h.e.l.lcat, brimstone burning in his eyes as he licked his lips clean of blood and come ...
No. f.u.c.k! No!