A 12th Century Love Affair (pt II)

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Baxter would’ve appreciated the initial gentleness of Lucas’s explorations--and he probably actually would, later, when he wasn’t so hopped up on violence and lust--but his expression was one of positively feral delight as Lucas crossed the room. He raised his eyebrows at the shackles. Well, that was interesting. Baxter wasn’t sure if he liked being restrained as much as he liked being just plain hurt, but it certainly made things more complicated.

He sat still enough to allow Lucas to do what he liked with Baxter’s hands. Whether or not he intended to reply would probably never be known because he was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor and the breath was momentarily knocked out of him. He blinked, feeling gloriously dizzy with the blow and the smell of blood around him, and he stirred briefly before he felt Lucas’s weight on his back.

Baxter bucked sharply. Either he was trying to dislodge Lucas out of playfulness or aggravate him into being more forceful, but he was clearly not frightened in any way. With each nip, each time the other’s fangs pricked his skin, Baxter squirmed against him. His breath was already coming in audible pants. This was doing to him what gentle teasing did to normal people--the pleasure of Lucas’s slick, bloody warmth against his back accompanied by the tiniest pinpricks of pain left him shivering.

When Lucas reached out to grab his penis, he would find Baxter was already partially erect. This did stop all the restless squirming, though, because a knife-point in such a sensitive place usually caused people to sit still. When it twisted, Baxter shivered, doing everything in his power not to buck into it. The only noise he made was a ragged, irregular gasp.

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Lucas was unperturbed by Baxter\'s insistive bucking and tireless squirming; he had been through many-a-writhing boys and this was just one to throw in with the growing pile. Just...not dead, that was about the only difference from Baxter and his usual victims right now. But this lust, this burning lump that grew in his chest was starting to make him doubt even his will to be able to keep Baxter alive at the end.

Maybe...

He ceased his twisting, only to run a single finger up the tender underside of Baxter\'s cock as if it\'d tease it awake and urge the boy to struggle just a little bit more. "Watch yourself now, It\'d be unfortunate if you slit your dick in half, wouldn\'t it?" Pulling out the dagger, Lucas tested it for one last thrust that went in a little deeper than last time and drew a fine amount of blood that he couldn\'t help but lean down upon and hoard to himself with gracious sucks.

"Stay here and be a good boy," the historian hissed as he wavered back, smacking his lips obnoxiously along the way--why not just grab that entire cardboard box? There was a slew of suprises in the little thing, it wouldn\'t hurt anyone...that wouldn\'t like it. Slinging it to one side Lucas met Baxter with the same twisted smile on his face and a raised foot that lashed the boy not only on his back but much closer to his earlier kill.

"Oh Baxter, Baxter, Baxter!" he exclaimed in a ridiculously high voice as he dropped the box and fell back onto his knees, right infront of the blonde\'s lean legs. He seized them just as he had seized his wrists, shackles (these ones were heavier, and instead of a blunt bar connecting them there was a slackened chain) and all. As those came on he shoved them upward, hoping that Baxter was descently flexible as he hooked the chain behind the boy\'s head to leave him in an "interesting" position.

"Whatever will I do with you?" Lucas kissed the puckered hole that lay spread out infront of him, wicked ideas simply dancing throughout his mind. Glancing back in his box he couldn\'t help but let out a mischevious laugh while pulling out a rather lengthy screwdriver. Why did he have a screwdriver? To fix his shackles and tighten his finger crushers of course! It actually had a purpouse, but today he could give it a break...

Sliding the cool steel against Baxter\'s anus he poked at the entrance with the pointed tip, frowning before slowly dipping it inside and downward. He was being dangerously gentle once more as he urged it in farther and farther, immediately jerking the sharp tool to the side to rip whatever delicate flesh there was inside.

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Baxter shivered at Lucas’s play with the knife and his unusual method of cleanup, but otherwise didn’t react much. He liked the other’s tantalizing play of pleasure and pain, but he didn’t, indeed, want any of his more sensitive body parts cut in half.

When Lucas left him on the floor, Baxter took a moment to catch his breath after the second vicious kick. He did enjoy pain, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed utter helplessness. There was a certain pleasure to be had in being utterly dominated, to be sure, but all of this was just whetting Baxter’s appetite for Lucas, making him want to give the other back everything he got twice as bad. Or, well, twice as good.

Lucas’s skill was evident. Baxter wondered how long it had been since Lucas had found himself unable to fight back and unwilling to, dizzy with pain or pleasure or the heady mixture of both. It was very, very tempting. But Lucas had experience on him, and if he was going to ever reverse their roles, it would have to be done very craftily.

In the meantime, he might as well enjoy what the other had to offer.

But the next position was just plain embarrassing. He guessed it was part of the torture, but the ache it put on his head was annoying rather than alluring. Still, it was effective for keeping him still, and he was going to keep an open mind as well as let Lucas have his way. The other wouldn’t be able to complain when the tables were turned and--was that a screwdriver?

Oh, well, how interesting. And appropriate. He was being screwed, after all.

Baxter’s eyes half-slid shut when he felt himself being penetrated by the cool metal. There was something appealing about that--the coldness, the unyielding still--and he found himself shivering again. Then he was treated a bit more roughly, and this gave way to an entirely different sort of appeal. The chilly sterility of the penetration was contaminated with his own blood, which, while not warm, certainly made things messy.

This sort of play was dancing on the fine line between pleasurable and unwanted, but that just thrilled Baxter more. He gave a hiss between tightly closed teeth and found himself quite unable to move. Oh, that was going to suck. Royally. Especially when he really started enjoying it.

Which he fully intended to do.

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The lack of reaction from Baxter was discouraging to Lucas, it made his mind spin in a wreck of self doubt and questioning. Was he losing his touch? Did Baxter not like it?? There was barely anything for him to work with, and it made him wrench in uneasiness as he paused with that screwdriver halfway inside the boy; unsure whether he should go harder, slower or cease it all together.

He certainly didn\'t want to go overboard, although his conscience wouldn\'t have minded that extra bit of death and suffering.

This peculiar position he had Baxter in didn\'t help matters any, the boy\'s relatively serene facial expression lost in a mound of shadow from his raised rump. Biting his lower lip he grabbed the handle of that screwdriver once more and gave it a quick tug as it slipped from the boy\'s tight hole in a mess of cold blood which would now serve as a delightful lubricant for the cool steel. He shoved it back in, going in and out and in and out at a moderate speed to shred whatever tissue he could and-- Oh look, we\'ve got a spare hand in that box again!

Hunting about Lucas clutched onto a clear bottle that held a translucent liquid inside which sloshed it\'s way around as both his hands left Baxter. The screwdriver was carelessly tossed off to the side and clattered onto the floor and he screwed off the cheap plastic cap, overcome by the strong scent of alcohol that buzzed his senses.

He was trembling as he doused his lower areas with the alcohol, rubbing himself slick and practically purring at the buzzing warmth that began to overflow and overtake his nerves. Sitting up on his knees, Lucas edged up against Baxter\'s rumpled form and- thwump!- thrust himself deep inside that mutilated warmth, indulging in the forward feeling with an outright moan.

If his quick entrance, burning alcohol that graced those inward wounds- if none of that appeased the boy he didn\'t know what would. Though he was sluggish to move from where he was burried, the sound of scraping metal leaving one (at least partially) curious as he unlocked the shackles around Baxter\'s legs; it was too cramped and he was greedy for movement, for reaction.

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Baxter had closed his eyes and, aside from the occasional twitch or strain, he didn’t react, simply because it was so damn difficult to move. The strain on his neck made it a pain even to speak, and he was contemplating testing his strength and seeing if he was old enough to snap those chains and give Lucas a very personal piece of his mind.

Which, of course, probably wouldn’t involve much more than what was going on now, except he’d be wriggling a lot more. Now his breath was coming in ragged, and he only wished he could see Lucas, could watch what the other was doing to him. There was no pleasure in this new torture, only pain, but he was relishing in it. If Lucas couldn’t tell by his movements, he might have been able to by Baxter’s erection, which hadn’t shown any signs of going soft.

And then the screwdriver as taken away and Baxter found himself unconscious relaxing a bit. The noises made him curious, but he still couldn’t see what Lucas was doing, and the sounds the other was making led Baxter to believe that Lucas was doing something that he really would have enjoying seeing. His curiosity was an absolute inferno by this point, and Baxter strained to move, maybe to slip the chain up over his head--holy fuck!

Baxter jerked slightly and strained against the chain, and aside from the minute twitches of his spine, his legs, there was no response. Baxter felt a surge of pain, which sent a thrill of pleasure of his spine, but more than that th sound of Lucas’s voice--so normally restrained unless hysterical--twisted in that sound of self-indulgent pleasure--if Lucas didn’t unshackle him now he might very well snap that chain!

And suddenly it went slack. There was a moment of stunned immobility on Baxter’s part, unsure if he’d snapped the chain himself or exactly what had happened, but when he saw that one of his legs was free, he moved with such alacrity that Lucas might not very well have had time to undo the second shackle.

He wrapped his legs around the other in a powerful grip, smashing their bodies together and giving and exultant howl at the terrible burning pain it brought. Aside from that, he could feel Lucas inside of him, and the natural sort of pain-pleasure that came with being penetrated, being full. If this continued and Lucas pushed in deep enough, and an explosion of genuine pleasure was added to the mix--just thinking about it was almost enough to finish Baxter off. But he needed to work at the task at hand, which was giving Lucas a little feedback.

He wasn’t able to push himself off his back, as his hands were still bound behind his back, but he was grinding up against the other with as much force as he could with such little leverage. “Thought I was gonna go crazy,” his words were a half-hiss, half-groan, stuttered out between bared teeth. His expression was hard to read, but behind the almost-crazed sense of pleasure and frantic joy behind his eyes, there was also amusement. He was gently teasing the torturer.

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Baxter\'s delicate frame left a false impression to indent on Lucas\' conscience; He sought him brittle, and when those lean legs dominately wrenched him down he was astonished at the feat of strength- but that astonishment eroded away at what else the little blonde was doing with his body. He was stuck on his elbows, staring the boy down just to let him remember who it was that was in charge at that moment.

"Hnnn..." He mused between pursed lips as his hands stroked Baxter\'s arms upward, resting them above his head. "Isn\'t that what I was supposed to do?" Lucas slowly rocked out of the tantalizing heat that engulfed him, up until the head was the only thing lodged inside that mass of blood and muscle. "Although you really don\'t seem to be enjoying my shackles that much," he let out a breathy chuckle, "I guess I\'ll be nice and uh...let you go."

He fidgeted with the ring of keys he had used to set Baxter\'s legs free, both hands coming up to find the correct one- this sudden change of mind left his body to lean in even closer; practically melding them together as one. But an immediate smile that quirked onto his face was the hint that he had found those keys, and Luke quickly decided to hide it by pressing his musing mouth right into the pulsing jugular before him.

His pinprick bite and Baxter\'s freedom came in a synchronized harmony of pain and astounded delight which was haplessly interrupted with another quick thrust of his hips. But this time he didn\'t relish in the warmth, instead the murderer gripped his lover\'s hips and jutted them upward as he plunged in continuously at an uneven, akward pace. Lucas was trying to feel this boy from the inside out, ripping away from his kneck in a slew of splattered blood and hoarse gasping.

It had been a while since he fucked somthing that still had a heartbeat. It was....

nice.

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Baxter’s eyebrows rose as the other’s teasing. “I might be dead,” he said, and then paused, realizing how ridiculous the next part of his statement would sound and then just continuing on because he didn’t care, “But I’m not dead.” Lucas had chosen a living corpse versus one that wouldn’t react, and he was going to have to deal with the reactions. Not that Lucas would probably mind...

Baxter drunk in every word, every soft, breathy sound that came out of Lucas’s mouth, if only for the sound and not the meaning. He wanted Lucas screaming before this was done, out of his mind with pleasure, or pain, or both. Baxter had never felt quite this... aggressive before. He was enjoying it, though. He arched his body up against Lucas when the other leaned forward, and even if the other was not happening to stimulate a very eager bundle of nerves inside him, the deepness of the penetration, the fullness of it was pleasurable enough.

The bite drove him to close his eyes tightly and shiver. It didn’t hurt so much as spark a feeling of sluggishness in him, an unnatural calm that pumped through his blood and left him momentarily docile. He wondered, briefly, if that’s what humans felt like before they died.

The release and the next thrust drove those thoughts away and snapped Baxter back into his senses. Now his arms were free, and Lucas was driving his body to the very limits with his violent thrusting. Baxter allowed this for a few moments, doing little more than squirming against the invasion, letting Lucas have his way with him and enjoying it.

Now it was his turn.

Unless the other had some way of restraining him or avoiding the attack, Baxter pushed himself up and Lucas down, slamming the other mercilessly back against the bloody attic floor with surprising strength. He only had a year’s advantage or so on Lucas, and he wasn’t exactly a healthy vampire, but Baxter had always shown a penchant for being gentle and pacifist, so such a blow would have the element of surprise on its side.

Now he bit, sinking his teeth deep into the side of Lucas’s neck and reveling in the feeling. He ground his hips down against the other’s erection, trying to get just the right angle, just the right amount of thrust to add a little pleasure to the delicious pain he was feeling.

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A nirvana;

That is all Lucas could find himself drowning in as he revelled in his ignorant bliss and tasted Baxter in every way humanly possible. The boy\'s blood dripped from his lips, mingling with the alien crimson that he had binged on earlier in his pitiful state of sorrow- and being burried within such delicate flesh? An absolute privelage that he couldn\'t waste, that he rightfully cherished...Almost abit too much, instantly neglecting the obscure words that the vampire was spitting at him.

He should have been too busy mewling to vocalize, anyways.

Alas, the murderer was positive that they\'d have enough time to perfect his long lost technique to the tee. "I dont care what you are," he raggedly growled while continuously moving the boy around to his liking. Those lean jutted hips turned into a distored projection, but it wasn\'t entirely for the sake of his own satisfication, it was for the darling blonde beneath him as well.

After all that scarring pain he had endured, Lucas wanted to connect with the awaiting spot that lie hidden in Baxter\'s extremities. He longed to witness the other convulsing in a controlling pleasure that burst forth as heat engulfed him whole while burning lust spit him out all chewed up and spent. If that happened, his state of nirvana would converge into an ultimate rapture.

But Baxter indeed was not dead as he stated, his lack of rigor mortis causing him to move freely and pin his dominator to the floor. Lucas was naturally surprised, but his open-mouthed expression was unable to form any squeak of protest (or even permission) as he was instinctively ground into. There was just hot air, weak in it\'s pattern as a result of the inner struggle towards the tingling in his lower areas that caused his balls to stiffen and a clear, thick liquid of warning to leak it\'s way into the pink cavity that had swallowed him.

"Nnnn.." the historian timidly groaned while nervously rocking into Baxter\'s bouncing with quick thrusts that began to reveal his tiring drive. Luckily he was instantly shot with a familair boast of pain that pulsated with his very heartbeat, triggering his hips to heighten in speed and depth; He was just a hot mess waiting to explode both conscious and literally. "N-Nnn...nnahh! Ah!"

Lucas wrenched, unlatching one of his hands from Baxter\'s hips so that it could blindly clutch onto his cock instead. He unrestlessly jerked at it with an unforgiving pressure, pumping from base to tip in meager appeasement towards the slick flesh that rolled and folded inbetween his digits.

Almost there...

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When Lucas picked up the pace, Baxter very badly wanted to say something, or at least just to voice his pleasure, but he was unwilling to relinquish the other’s neck to do so. By the time the third hurried thrust burrowed into him, though, he didn’t have a choice. His spine whip-cracked, electrified by the sudden and unexpected wave of the purest pleasure--it seared through the pain, made everything else obsolete, and Baxter reeled through the overstimulation of his nerves from one extreme to the other.

This was the moment that made all the torture worthwhile, and Baxter celebrated it with a romantic, loin-trembling, “Fuck!”

No doubt Lucas was feeling very loved at that moment. Baxter was thrown off his rhythm somewhat, his hands scrabbling at the air, the floor, and Lucas, trying to find something to grasp to stabilize himself. He finally settled on Lucas’s shoulders. He slitted open his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them, and had probably been about to say something he thought was witty (at the time) but once again Lucas foiled his plans, for it degenerated into a strangled moan as his neglected penis finally received some attention.

Baxter’s thrusts were shallow, now, rocking into the stroke of Lucas’s hand and the harder plunge of his hips. “Ngh--God,” He maintained a few seconds of stability until he was reduced to writhing uncontrollably, his eyes screwed tightly shut--almost there, almost--and then with a final, exultant, shuddering wail Baxter came, convulsing tightly and painfully around Lucas buried deep inside of him and making quite a mess all over the distinguished historian’s hand.

He managed to hold himself up for two and a half seconds before he collapsed bonelessly on top of the other vampire. His normally cold breath was oddly warm in the stillness of the attic.

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The single hand that dare kept Baxter\'s hip in it\'s heady grip was at the point of instant bruising; and Lucas only half noted that he\'d have to take care of the black and blue marks that would arrive during their slumber.

Or maybe he wouldn\'t?

Afterall, Baxter could leave anytime he wanted...as disheartening as that sounded. But now that he had the boy under his hold, now that they had shared their blood, and soon their own greedy sexual fluids--it was okay. He\'d come back, he\'d have to come back and by fucking god if he didn\'t then he\'d have somthing to worry about.

Especially since he had just created a new breed of "monster".

But enough about the technicalities of this bizarre relationship! Baxter\'s cooing \'fuck!\' spiraled Lucas back into his own reality with a gracious shudder that numbed his limbs up tight and pulled his back into a perfect arch. "B-Baxter! Mother...fuck..fucker..." Spoken like a true gentleman, the historian attempted so hard to verbally express his edging release to no avail.

While the blonde\'s eager thrusting turned languid Lucas\' precum instantly converged into a thicker, creamier substance that didn\'t drizzle, but leaked out. To make up for his body\'s immobile state he worked his hand on overdrive, working Baxter as much as possible until-- "G-Ghnn..Babe.." A hot mess spilled over his fingers and muscles converged around his pulsating cock that sucked that "leaking" into a full blown explosion.

His hands went lip to his own sides, gasping headily at the tingling that tickled over his joints; But this moment of rest was quickly interfered by his insipid lover that he gratefully took within his arms. Lucas suckled on his fingers for a moment, running his saliva-drenched digits into Baxter\'s hair with a greatful sigh and nothing more.

At this moment, silence was golden.

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Baxter was grateful for the silence except for the sounds of their heavy breathing. This was probably not the traditional place to relax after a vigorous session of sex-- a blood-soaked attic surrounded by dead and decaying bodies--but at the moment he was too bone-tired and physically satisfied to care.

He wasn’t thinking about things like how often he would drop by Lucas’s house, or how often he would drag the other out to join him for his jaunts (and maybe he could even convince him, every once in a while, to spend the night with him in the comfortably familiar stinky sewer). He wasn’t thinking o what his friendship would bring.

He was more thinking, Damn, that was good.

And also, My ass is sore.

He was comfortable just being there at that moment in time. Let the future come when it did. For now, he was satisfied that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ...well, maybe not beautiful, considering their surroundings, but... well, it as certainly something. Something strange. Something dangerous. Something good, as far as Baxter was concerned.

He rested his cheek against Lucas’s and sighed. He wasn’t going to move himself in a hurry.