Reciprocation and Retaliation

[Saiketsu]

Reserved for rainshadowCK

The air was filled to the brim with rain and its scent was thick in the air. One wrong move and God would release a torrent of cold water down onto Pisky and the rest of this God-forsaken city. Good, he thought raising the cigarette to his lips again. The better to put out burning bridges.

Once again the cigarette between his fingers did absolutely nothing to relax him. It was a habit, something he developed in order to appear a bit more human instead of standing there, stiffer than any statue. Too bad the cigarettes couldn\'t make time go faster; Nikolai had been standing there for an hour, maybe more simply waiting for the prick to show. And of course it was simply convenient that exactly when the vampire wanted the Zalmric to rear his gorgeous head, he simply refused to invade Nikolai\'s mind.

What a prick, Judas fumed, shut, but not locked inside of the cage in Nikolai\'s mind. It had been at least a month since the vampire had last seen the man who interrupted his habits, his personal business, as well as his relations on a regular basis. In the meantime, while \'Adam\' was off relaxing and watching a nice \'movie\', Nikolai had played the star in Adam\'s film: he lost two fights which cost his pride greatly and was almost killed during sex with a woman because Judas couldn\'t control the mortal\'s tricks. Now he was without the ability to call up the only woman he could say that he loved to fuck.

All because of \'Adam\'.

Don\'t ignore me, you fuck. I know you can hear me. You\'re not fooling anyone.

Adam. A would-be notch in Nikolai\'s bedpost, had the prick not proved to be as much of an asshole as he was. Nikolai simply couldn\'t stand the leeches of dark grease feeding on anymore of his living memories or contented feelings. They ate his lust, his pleasure, his anger, his happiness, his... anything.. and turned it into a deep festering wound of black energy where a consuming version of greed propelled Adam up from the depths of Nikolai\'s mind. He was sick of Adam taking away his control at crucial moments: during the end of a fight, in the middle of fucking a beautiful and ancient immortal.

Now the man named Buddy had the bragging rights to say that he won against a vampire, a feat that would have never occurred had Adam simply stayed the fuck out. And, to make matters worse, Nikolai had lost the best fuck he had ever had in burning the bridge with Sonya, not to mention almost losing his life. This alone made Nikolai fume and swear revenge on the mortal who could turn his tongue so easily into fire.

This time Adam had gone too far. This time Nikolai would ignore the handsome face and stunning aura that instantly made him crave the beast\'s attention. Tonight, it was personal. Nikolai wore next-to-no make-up, and his clothes were fit looser than usual by an unnoticeable degree, just in case things went from push to shove. He didn\'t even bother to fancy up his hair, but instead pulled it all back into a ponytail at the back, a few locks falling free.

Nikolai threw his cigarette to the pavement in the middle of an abandoned section of Pisky, not far from their last encounter. He stepped on it with more force than was necessary and looked up. Someone was stepping into the light of the lamp post.

[The Cedar Witch]

It was going to rain, he could smell it. Rain was by far his favorite, it made everything smell So Perfect. Heavy footfalls echoed on the pavement of Pisky\'s pathway, a slow and care-free step. The Zalmric pulled on the end of his usual death-stick for one last time before throwing it to the ground without bothering to crush it. The humidity hanging heavily in the air could scarcely hold the cigarette smoke at eye level, creating a shroud of gray that nearly refused to dissipate.

How long had it been since he was here? A month? What a Night That Was. He smiled with his teeth at the mere thought of it. The boy almost tore him apart then. Almost. But not before the Captain managed to place a wonderful little piece of himself into his chest. To remember him by, of course. And just in case the Whore ever missed him. And, of course, in case the man ever wanted to check up on his activities. Whatever they may be.

The Princess had put on quite The Show for him this past month. He had such an interesting life. Full of sex, blood and violence. That last spectacular creature he fucked was Especially Incredible. Even now he could feel her body pulling for his cock. Well, almost his cock. The boy had gotten himself into a mighty mess of trouble with that Pretty Mouth, it almost worried the man. And now, the Whore wanted him. How Especially Flattering.

There he was now, in the distance, looking more like a fag then ever. Laurent grinned with fangs, empty eyes piercing the night. The man came to a stop under the light of a nearby lamp post, removing another cigarette from the inside of his pocket. He did not speak until he lit the tip of it, taking a long drag. What a Night.

"That was quite a show you put on, Princess. Too bad you ran your mouth, maybe then she wouldn\'t have given you such a hard time." that familiar hint of seduction was still present in his deep voice. Laurent took another drag from his cigarette, remaining quite on guard mentally despite his causal stance. He knew full well that the Shit was up to something. Otherwise he would have dolled up for the occasion. Another smile, fangs shifting into his mouth.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this fine evening?" finally he turned to the vampire, crossing his arm over his chest. "Just couldn\'t bare staying away from me any longer?"

[Saiketsu]

No matter how hard he tried, there was still that pulling feeling of desire deep inside of the vampire. The worst part was that it didn\'t even make him sick, even as he toyed with Nikolai. Two types of fire ignited in his blood, forcing Nikolai to keep his place, arms crossed over his chest. A smile forced itself to the surface.

He hadn\'t changed. The beast still smelled the same way as he did the last time they had met: no sex for Adam, that much was for certain. Nikolai took a bit of quiet pride in that fact. His hair was the same and those eyes still looked him up and down the same way as before. The only thing slightly different in the entirety of his being was the body language the proclaimed an early victory.

"Now that\'s not true. I haven\'t exactly been without you, now have I? But I suppose that if it soothes that gentle mind of yours to know that I wanted to speak with you in person, than, yes, I\'ve missed you, Laurent." Nikolai smiled bitterly, poking a jab at the mortal whether he realized it or not. Of course he had figured out the Zalmric\'s name. His cunt was part of the regime now, wasn\'t she? And of course Damien put every soldier on alert for this stunning creature who had taken years out of his life to devote to raping and torturing a poor little whore. Nikolai was supposed to be staying as far away from this man as possible, just in case he was trying to get to the Key.

But Nikolai never listened anyway, did he?

[The Cedar Witch]

What? For a fraction of a second, the man\'s face fell. So, the little fuck had figured out his name. It didn\'t matter anyway. A name was just a name. But, being who he was, Laurent didn\'t let time pass enough to be noticed. A smile broke his expression once again, and he looked upon the boy as though he already had him beneath him.

"That\'s wonderful to hear, Princess." the Zalmric cooed, tempted to ask him how he was faring with his lovely pets inside of his chest. Whether or not he enjoyed the quicker healing and the feel of the Captain\'s constant presence close at hand. How could he have possibly missed him?

"So tell me what is on your mind, other then the usual garbage." another fanged-smile. The man didn\'t hide the fact that he had access to virtually every thought that passed through the Precious Little Thing\'s head. He should have known by now, anyway.

[Saiketsu]

In his existence Nikolai had been called many things: bastard, fuck, prick, darling, baby, lover, Judas, Doxy, Nick... But out of all of them he hated this new one the most. Judas churned blackly behind thick walls, waiting for his moment to spring.

Nikolai kept his cool, taking a casual step closer to the Zalmric, his head hanging a it. "Oh," and he settled in place less than a step away from Laurent, his scent stirring desires in him that the vampire didn\'t want stirred, "I think you know what I want, darling." And when his eyes landed back onto his, there was no mistaking the lust in his green eyes that had been blinded because of Laurent not too long ago. The vampire snaked his arms up onto the other\'s shoulders without much grace or coyness about it. His eyes still shined with bitter lust. "You wouldn\'t be here if you didn\'t.

Despite his game, Nikolai\'s body was beginning to react to Laurent\'s positioning. His aura was simply addicting, intoxicating. Hell, Nikolai even quickly toyed with the idea of laying beneath the man for a few rounds without complaint... If he got what he wanted. After all Laurent couldn\'t have been all bark. Not with an aura like that.

[The Cedar Witch]

Laurent\'s mind purred with delight when the boy took a step closer, but he did not move to otherwise implicate any sort of reaction. He could feel what-made-him-a-man stir with vague desire, and he smiled pleasantly. The coolness of his skin wasn\'t anything shocking to him, not anymore. After all, the Captain had spent quite a deal of time inside of this Fuck\'s mind since they last parted. He held steady eye contact, face unmoving.

"Oh, and you don\'t like my little pets?" the man gave him another malicious smile, snake-like tendrils extending around the borders of his aura for show. Leaning closer, he spoke softly into the boy\'s ear, "I figured that you would have liked to know that I was close to you." he chuckled deeply, enjoying his own joke, and remained as close as he had placed himself.

[Saiketsu]

Nikolai closed the minute distance between them, his arms holding Laurent fast but gently. Inside his cage, Judas growled but for once Nikolai didn\'t listen. His lips were closer than Judas would have cared for, simple centimeters from his own. Fire burned through his abdomen as an erection began to take root; the vampire simply ignored it and focused on the task at hand. Slowly he let his hips shift towards Laurent, on of his returning into sight as he slid it down the other\'s chest with less grace than he typically used when seducing anyone at all.

"See, I would have much rather liked to have known that I had the real thing close to me." His lips fluttered over the other\'s as he spoke, poking at the fire again. And Nikolai smiled, one of those wrinkled-eye smiles he loved to give to his victims. Several, discernable thoughts ran through the vampire\'s head, nothing Laurent would have been able to pick up even if he did care enough to stop him. All Nikolai knew for certain was that as his hand twisted playfully in the back of the Zalmric\'s hair, Nikolai was in the perfect situation to do anything he wanted to in order to get what he really wanted. He was too fast for these mortals anyway, so even if he could see, Laurent would never be able to react in time. Just to reaffirm himself, the vampire leaned in and placed his lips gently to the other\'s for a very brief moment before putting that bit of distance between them again.

Something he had learned from Sonya.

[The Cedar Witch]

Laurent groaned softly with more contact, leaning his hardened body into the other. He snaked his own arms around to the vampire\'s lower-back, pulling him closer. The blood rushed eagerly to his manhood, the primitive desire perpetuated by the lust effecting the other\'s as well. He scarcely felt the touch on his chest, attention zeroed-in exclusively on the lower-abdomen area. The quick kiss took him by surprise, but wasn\'t enough to cause any sort of unpleasant reaction from the man.

"Well, is this close enough for you?" came his seductive purr. Slowly the Zalmric moved his hands down to Nikolai\'s behind, squeezing roughly as he pulled him closer. His throbbing member ached for friction and he did not hold back the instinctual desire to move subtly against the other. Nothing too obvious, he wasn\'t about to appear the weak one. Even if all he wanted to do was fuck the Whore for once. At the very thought of it, the shadows that were embedded into his aura called for the others that had been \'relocated\', pulling with the same desire that Laurent had.

That same Lust.

[Saiketsu]

A black wave of lust, disgustingly viscous and powerful, swept Nikolai from behind, the leeches reacting appropriately to both Laurent\'s and his own growing erections, doubling his own\'s speed. It made him stiffen, his muscles pulling taut in an unforeseen assault of his senses, his jaw searing with the need for the other\'s blood. His scent was overwhelmingly delicious all of a sudden, his eyes too alluring to resist, his body too warm to be ignored for much longer. Nikolai\'s rapid plans were failing him quickly, whether they were even there in the first place or not. The vampire closed his eyes to stifle a groan of need, biting hard down on his own throbbing jaw.

He would not lose another battle.

It took him a vampire\'s moment, a brief half of a second, to recover, to relax his muscles and control himself again before Nikolai could move his mouth next to Laurent\'s ear. His lust was swelling inside him blackly and there was no possible way Laurent didn\'t see it, couldn\'t feel his hard fucking cock pressed against the Zalmric\'s. If he were mortal, or even had the reflecx to, Nikolai would\'ve gagged.

"You know I want something more, darling. Something besides that long, hard, warm cock of yours that I love so much." He almost gagged saying it, nipping too roughly at the other\'s now-bloodied ear lobe. Something in him forced him to say it, some part simply not caring at all.

As long as he got what he wanted.

Nikolai\'s eyes opened and fluttered against Laurent\'s ear as his hips began to slowly twist, one leg sliding easily between the Zalmric\'s legs. He could be vicious if he had to. Slice a throat. Knees to fucking balls. Drill a god-damn hole through his chest with nothing but his clawed hand. Maybe all of them simultaneously. He could play dirty. But Nikolai kept his mind moving, never lingering on anything enough for him to see.

His tongue lapped delicately at the minute size of blood flowing, his Thirst ravenous as Laurent\'s reactions came flooding through his body. "Please." He could have gagged. "Please, Laurent." His voice was whispy as he said it one more time, borderline begging. "Please."

[The Cedar Witch]

"How much," his breathing was coming in ragged with desire, "How much are you willing to give?" the Zalmric pulled away slowly to look into the Whore\'s face. If he were begging for anything else, the man would have fucked him Right There. And no matter how Hard he was, he had an extremely focused mind when push came to shove. The shadows churned impatiently, ignoring the minor wounds dealt by the vampire\'s teeth. They had other things to be concerned about. One of the Captain\'s hands went to the other\'s hair, pulling his head closer roughly.

"Do you really think that I would just take my precious pets back, just like that, Princess? That\'s Indian Giving," he purred, leaning close to the boy\'s ear and nipping softly with a sharpened fang. There wasn\'t anything that this Bitch could possibly offer that would make Laurent relinquish his hold on him. There wasn\'t any Fuck good enough, not even eternal servitude would make him completely give up.

The power was just too enticing.

"Besides," His grip returned to Nikolai\'s ass, pulling him closer in as his voice fell to a whisper, "Aren\'t you enjoying them? They do seem to have taken quite a liking to you." He laughed darkly, the shadows beginning to pull again with their Lust and Desire.

[Saiketsu]

The vampire couldn\'t stop his lips from peeling back off of his sharp teeth, his eyes from obtaining that intense hatred as their pupils shrank to pinpricks and absorbed his face in a sort of tunnelvision he had only known in afterlife. His face curled into a snarl, a sharp hiss gathered just behind the teeth. To any normal mortal, he would have appeared to be a monster, one that couldn\'t have possibly been outrun or overpowered.

But Laurent, with one hand in Nikolai\'s hair and the other on his fucking ass, was no typical mortal. There was no sign of fear in the pupilless eye. Only lust. Conceit. Power. Dominance. Pure fucking arrogance. And it all passed straight through Nikolai all over again.

Body stiffens. Thirst craves. Grunts break through bitten lips. Eyes roll back, covered by cold skin. The black hole spreads. Brain searches for the meaning of one word:

Leverage.

Knee-deep in leeches in his mind, Nikolai searched. It was like walking through muck trying to find anything. "What if I could give you something you don\'t have?" His eyes opened but control was slipping steadily. Blackness was taking over. Nikolai needed control now, just for a few more minutes.

"Me."

The word broke free from his mouth before he had the chance to stop it, pushed significantly by the black forces encouraging his rod in his fucking pants. They were telling him that he wanted it. Hard. No matter what, the leeches were telling him that he wanted it. The fuck mattered more than any bargaining chip, more than anything he had ever wanted in his entire life. Against Nikolai\'s will, his hand slipped through the defense and guard of the button and sizzper of Laurents pants. Against his will, Nikolai felt himself pushing and pulling roughly on the mortal\'s equipment for the second time. And he couldn\'t will himself to stop.

[The Cedar Witch]

The little Fuck was offering himself? Well, this was a development indeed. Self-sacrifice. But for how long? That was vital. After all, if all the man wanted was one night of fun, he could go elsewhere. But if this Bitch was saying that he would offer everything he had to offer, encompassing even all of the time that this eternal creature had. Perhaps they could negotiate. The sudden flurry of movement in the Captain\'s nether-region made him groan with pleasure, his mind straying for a moment from the \'Negotiation\'.

Yes... The shadows swam with delight, pulling the vampire\'s mind closer and closer. But Laurent wanted more then that. He didn\'t want to feel serviced. He wanted to be in control. And as strong as the desire to push the Fag to the ground and Fuck Him There, the aspect of that sparking another fight with similar outcomes as the last encounter did not appeal to the man. After all, the last thing he wanted was to upset the Pretty Little Creature and make It cry. Wouldn\'t want that eyeliner -- no matter how little of it there was -- to run all over the place.

Darkly the shadows obeyed the desire of their master, forcing themselves into Nickolai\'s mind. They urged him to the ground, to his knees or even lower, turning around; pushing the desire into his mind. They did not move into him gently, they took no care when passing memories thoughts and secret wishes. The only thing they were made of was pure Lust and Hate.

[Saiketsu]

Knives in his temples. First a stinging as a blade slit a shallow slice through the cold exterior skin, then a searing throb as the flesh peeled away to allow the bodkin to press like a horny lover against the solid bones. Penetration as the sharp steel cut through the tender tissue of the brain and through Judas\' cage. Withdrawl and return. Out and in. Out and in. Out and in. Until the door on Judas\' cage was so firmly disabled it would have taken Nikolai hours to clear the blackness enough for the demon to make his appearance...

He couldn\'t think, couldn\'t move on his own. It happened slowly, too dreadfully slow, every second dragging by as if time had slowed down passed even a human\'s sense. But the worst part was the control. Everything that happened was controlled. But not by the vampire.

The snarl, so brilliantly snared behind grit teeth, broke free easily as Laurent pushed into his mind again and again. A mental mind fuck. His grip on the man\'s appearance, including his shirt and his cock, tightened, no doubt causing the mortal a bit of pain as claws dug in. It would have been more enjoyable if Nikolai could have controlled it himself.

The vampire was on his knees before he knew what was happening, his hands tugging at Laurent\'s pants. Inside his blackened, consumed, Zalmric-esque mind, Nikolai cursed himself for getting a head-start. The vampire couldn\'t even take the correct pleasure he wanted as his hands wrapped around the top of the other\'s pants and scratched deeply into the thighs as he pulled the pants down just enough to come face to face with... well.

A push made his courage stagger, and his lips open wide to take in the Zalmric\'s warm fucking cock. He moaned against his will, sliding all the way down on the member, letting his lips work first alone, tredding water. The black wave of lust that hit him as Laurent\'s body reacted made his mouth into a vaccum that slide back up to his head and down to his fucking balls again. The temptation to bite as hard as he could wasn\'t even there. It was Laurent\'s fucking pleasure, Laurent\'s fucking control over Nikolai\'s wants, freedoms, feelings. Laurent might as well have been fucking himself.

After a moment or so, the welling feeling in the back of his mind made Adam taste surprisingly good, even for a mortal. He could no longer hear the slurping of his mouth on hardened flesh, only the grunts of the Zalmric that pleased him. To know he was doing well. Nikolai couldn\'t even smell the blood that he was scoring from his grip on the Zalmric\'s hips.

[The Cedar Witch]

Finally... Between grunts of pleasure and acknowledgment, the man laughed darkly. The pain pricking into his hips wasn\'t even anything to throw him off. It sent waves of arousal through his body. Nothing less then intoxicating. Roughly he gripped the Fag\'s hair, forcing himself deeper. And even as his hips moved instinctually, he still wanted more.

It was easy enough for Laurent to do, with the Bitch in this state of mind, as it always had been in the past whenever the mood struck him. He became a whirl of shadow one second, moving quickly behind the Shit before he became solid again. Without a second thought he forced the boy down and forced his pants down--skipping the pleasantries of unzipping and whatever else constituted as any sort of foreplay. He didn\'t even take the time to admire the beautiful ass before him as he gripped the hips before him and plunged ungracefully inside.

The Captain forced himself through the tightness, grunting in satisfaction with the connection. And the shadows agreed that this was all he had wanted since the beginning. His already coaxed member surged with release just in time to act as enough of a natural lubrication. But this in no way made the man slow his actions. Mercilessly he pounded in again and again, feeling nothing but the gradual build toward his release. And when it came, the tide of warmth flooded the tight space before him and he sighed with satisfaction.

Without even blinking, the man pulled out and zipped his pants while retaining most if not all of his dignity. He did not mask the fact that he was quite enjoying the view from above, but it was time to get back to business. "Now, Princess. What was it again that you were willing to give?" Laurent grinned with a full set of fangs.

[Saiketsu]

That god-damned lamp-post was still shining bright. Still shining bright. He heard the clouds rumble overhead. The air was still dense painfully throbbing with the promise of leakage.

The leeches retreated, crumbling back into the depths of his mind and leaving carnage of his mind in their wake, echoes of Laurent\'s real grasp on him. He saw the night lighten and felt the weight of Laurent\'s darkness, completely different than his own dark energy, withdraw. It was a good second or so before his eyes were his own and the vampire saw himself facing the ground with a hollowed chest. There was no pleasure even as his member knocked incencently against his stomach, throbbing as any erection would. There was little fatigue in his body; apparently Laurent was forgetting about his stamina and endurance -- one simple round, no matter how rough, would never have worn him down. The swelling numbness that stitched the blackened hole in his chest cavity together was echoed in his lower abdomen straight down to his lead singer. And boy, was it singing.

Under his hands, there was pavement. Slick fucking pavement. As if the skies had rained, or he hadn\'t noticed the gathering dew. Green eyes stared at it for a second more while the man spoke, his voice triumphant. If only he knew that he wasn\'t the first to dominate the vampire, to force him to take it up the ass whether he wanted to or not. And actually the vampire had been in the same exact situation before, only he was a bit more strung out. And human. And just like last time, he pushed himself up from the ground, facing away from Laurent still as he altered his clothing back to as normal as it could possibly go again. A button was missing, torn from the cloth by the mortal\'s roughness.

His eyes remained cast downward at the faint handprints on the damp pavement under that hideous yellow light, where his back had sloped upwards, his knees spread wide to distribute his weight as Laurent had his fun. There was still that faint familiar taste of warmth and mortal seed. Nikolai bit down into his tongue, scoring cold blood with which to wash out his mouth. It didn\'t matter if it was in the blood stream. He just didn\'t want it in his fucking mouth. It made his teeth grit together hard behind a layered facial expression, one with a layered smile and brazen eyes that gazed into Laurent\'s as he spun slowly and crossed his arms. Business.

"Now that that\'s out of your system, Laurent, what of our deal?" So many men had passed before his cock, faced the falling gavel and were never spoken of, thought of, or recognized again. He intended to make Laurent one of these faces once this entire thing was over. He felt no regret. He was no one\'s puppet. He did what he wanted to do. Took what he wanted. Gave what he wanted. Laurent was just another cheap fuck, and that was all. Like Michael.

Like Sonya.

The immortal would get what he wanted, sooner or later.