Eternal Chase

[realworldweirdo]

(Continued from \'Worship Me\')

Orias pulled into his driveway and waited for Dominic and Lazarus to pull up behind him before getting out of the car. He picked out the front door key from his keyring and opened the front door, ushering them inside with a broad gesture resembling a bow.

"Welcome to my home," he greeted formally. "Lazarus, I don\'t believe I\'ve introduced myself properly. My name is Orias Saunder, originally from Hungary. I must admit, I\'m deeply honored that the Luminary of the Oligarchy is willing to model for me. The sculpture I create will be crafted with the utmost care, to capture the beauty and dynamic the two of you create." He didn\'t mention the fact that he was thoroughly aroused by the thought.

He could already see, as though through frosted glass, the masterpiece he intended to create using their images. The pale stone-coated Lazarus, hunting and taking the luminescent Dominic in the most primal ways simultaneously. In his mind, he was already selecting the appropriate knives and files. It would capture Dominic\'s relative fragility, but also his hypermasculine attributes, being consumed and dominated at once by Lazarus\' obvious predatory side. If he could get Lazarus to take him from behind...

He cut his mental wanderings short, due to creative excitement in more than one regard. The excitement needed to be curbed, banked to a burning glow that would last throughout the night while he watched, crafted... and perhaps participated. He let his eyes roam lustfully over the human and vampire, took in the way that Lazarus barely regarded Dominic, and the way that the human boy stared back with worshipful eyes in return. If Dominic\'s human companion was as attractive as he was, Orias would have to consider using them for models in the future.

He took stock of the living room, and what was visible of the kitchen from the area by the front door and steps. The living room was in perfect order, the picture of an American bachelor living it up. The kitchen, on the other hand, was a disaster zone. It was contained by the buffet counter, but paintbrushes and cans of wood treatment lay in disarray around the sink and counter. Several small sculptures and stands lay around the kitchen in varying states of being treated or stained, and the smell was obvious, if not unpleasant. He avoided using petroleum based treatments, because they didn\'t mesh with natural materials as well. The scent was oddly reminiscent of an exotic potpourri or incense. He could see that he had left the sink full of some sort of fluid, he couldn\'t quite recall what. He must have left something to soak in a treatment. Still, he moved forward with the air of a courteous host.

"Dominic, if you have human needs to be addressed, there\'s a restroom there by the steps, and I keep food and beverages in the fridge for human guests. Both of you, make yourselves at home, and if you need anything just let me know." Turning to Lazarus with a mischievously arched eyebrow, he added, "Clothing is optional from this point on."

To emphasize that point, he dropped his shirt on the coffee table and sauntered towards the kitchen to bring things to some semblance of usability, showing off his muscular toned physique as he did so.

[Existentially Odd]

Swallowing nervously, Dom ran his now-sweaty palms down the thighs of his jeans, looking at Lazarus with a cocked eyebrow.  He really wasn\'t committed to the \'clothing is optional\' rule, but the vampire with the sexy accent had given him something else he could focus on on his way to deciding (not that Lazarus\' behaviour in the car had exactly been conducive to him refraining in here, but he\'d done his best to dissuade the ancient so far).

"He called you the what now?" he queried, not understanding that when he\'d declared Lazarus to be the ruler of the city five years before, it had signalled to Orias that he was the Luminary now.  To Dominic, he was a previous authority deposed; to Orias, he was the one who must fit the role whose title and office he knew.  It was a confusion of information that had, surprisingly, resulted in the correct conclusion being drawn, despite the likelihood it would not.

[Trillian]

"I\'m ruler of the city again," Lazarus told Dominic with a sideways glance, choosing not to brag because he believed the weight of his words would carry well enough on their own.  What was the point of encouraging worship or awe from someone who already thought the world of you?  Although, he was Lazarus, and even though he\'d chosen not to brag and intended not to postulate further, he couldn\'t help but preen and expand.  "The one supreme being that all supernaturals answer to.  This time it\'s on the down-low, there\'ll be no coming-out party, it\'s all very... intimate."  He grinned wolfishly at the mortal, and couldn\'t help himself from reaching out and touching, his fingers gliding down Dominic\'s chest, stopping to tug on the top of his jeans.

While holding Dominic in this manner, he then looked at Orias, who\'d managed to get some distance away, and speculatively ran his gaze over the artist\'s shirtless back before turning back to Dominic, who was warm and comfortable.

[Existentially Odd]

Dom breathed a laugh, his gaze fixed on Lazarus\' mouth now that it was up so close to his eyes.  "It was all very intimate between us the first time anyway," he announced dreamily, remembering being crushed in those remorselessly strong arms, drained to the point of weakness by those sinful fangs.  He was looking for them, without being aware of the fact, his body quickening at the thought of feeling them in him again.

"I think... we should just keep it to drinking this time, though," he added, his tone still distracted and his pumping blood telling a different story.  "Clothing\'s optional, so I\'ll opt to keep mine on, just to... for... will you need my singlet off?" he suddenly asked, frowning up into Lazarus\' eyes and suddenly worried that his throat wouldn\'t be exposed enough to drink from.  He supposed the garment was skimpy enough as it was and having it off wouldn\'t be too different, so that would be okay, if it had to happen...

[Trillian]

"It would make the playing field a lot more even," Lazarus replied with a chuckle, unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it to one side where it landed on the floor against a wall.  He was finished well before Dominic had even started pulling his singlet up over his head - the mortal was toying with the hem, and so Lazarus did it for him, sliding his hands underneath so that his palms were flat on warm skin, and as he moved them up to explore Dominic\'s chest, his wrists carried the material.  Once he was at the mortal\'s arms, Dominic very naturally carried the motion through by raising his arms so Lazarus could get the clothing off him.  The top landed on top of Lazarus\' white shirt, and he crowded the mortal, pinning him between himself and the wall at his back.  "Isn\'t that better, love?" he asked softly, hands running up Dominic\'s sides and then down to his hips, where he really wanted to just rip the rest of his clothes off him.

[realworldweirdo]

Orias watched the two out of the corner of his eye as he stacked some cans of finish and disposed of two brushes he had accidentally ruined. They had been cheap, disposable; he didn\'t worry about them. He considered getting a beer or a bottle of water out of the fridge for Dominic, then decided against it. The human was beyond wanting a beverage now, he was quite consumed by Lazarus removing his shirt. As he watched the elder vampire run his hands across Dominic\'s warm, soft body, he could see the firm muscles moving under Lazarus\' commanding hands.

He drank it in, and pretended to busy himself with cleaning up for another few moments.

[Existentially Odd]

Dominic sucked in a noisy breath, rolling his shoulders back against the wall and thereby thrusting his groin against Lazarus\' while he learned the limits of his freedom - and limits they certainly were, but he began to rapidly not care too much with Lazarus bearing down on him like that.

The temptation of some nice, hot sex while being drunk from was right there in his face and although he\'d argued the point while there\'d been a breath of space between he and the ancient vampire that had changed his life five years before, he was weak and dazzled when it was gone.  His body thrummed with want, blood pumping and quickly heading south to firm him up as he stared into Lazarus\' eyes.

He had no thoughts of Michael - which would stun and horrify him later - but was instead re-hashing the memory of his other times with the blonde demigod, wondering if this could be harder, would be sweeter, should be better.  He licked his lower lip, slowly and deliberately, maintaining his eye contact.

"It\'s hardly an even playing field... while you have those fangs and I have... nothing," he said huskily, his chest rising and dipping more rapidly as his gaze lowered to Lazarus\' mouth.  His hands had somehow found their way onto Lazarus\' hips but were neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer at this stage; the flares caused by the friction of him occasionally brushing their jeans zippers together were nice enough, in their allusion.

[Trillian]

Lazarus growled deep in his throat when Dominic thrust against him, his smile curling, displaying his intense pleasure at finally being met with the kind of passion he deserved.  At the same time his eyelids drooped, giving him a lazy look, even as his head tilted and he leaned in to nuzzle at Dominic\'s neck.  No, he wasn\'t going to drink from the mortal here and now, he was going to have this kid salivating for it; grovelling for Lazarus to bite and fuck him, as the best case scenario.  He was happy enough for Orias to watch and draw or paint or do whatever the fuck it was he did.  He could look at them and jerk off as far as Lazarus was concerned.
 
His hands crept in between them even as he nuzzled and scraped his fangs against Dominic\'s neck, fingers toying with the clasp of the mortal\'s jeans, intending to undo the fly and creep one of his hands in, in order to cup his package, give it a little friendly squeeze, get him hotter and more willing to get his gear off for access, in fact.

[Existentially Odd]

The fondling inside his jeans had him panting quickly, the cold flesh of the vampire\'s digits branding the heat of his aching erection, irrespective of his cotton briefs.  He whimpered and moaned as he rocked wantonly against that hand, his body covered with goosebumps thanks to the tease of fangs at his throat, his own hands reaching around to grasp Laz\'s ass and attempt to pull him closer (to no avail - the guy was a rock of resistance who would only ever do what he wanted, when he wanted, and it thrilled the mortal as much as it frustrated him).

"You\'re such a fucking tease," Dom goaded, hoping to convince Lazarus to just commit to the bite and take him right then.  He bucked against the marbelesque vampire for emphasis, squeezing his ass cheeks and oblivious to everything else but him.

[realworldweirdo]

Orias wiped his hands on a stained dish towel in the kitchen as he watched the pair by the front door. He\'d wanted them to get started, but things were progressing slightly faster than he\'d anticipated. That was fine, but how to get them out to the studio? Finally, he decided to take a slightly more direct approach, and tossed the towel down on the counter.

He walked up quietly behind Lazarus and slid his hands around his waist, caressing his navel and stomach in an erotic feather touch before moving further down to his fly and attempting to undo the first button. His other hand moved to snake down into the fabric and begin massaging Lazarus under his clothing.

"We should really be in the studio," he commented in a murmur that was audible to both of them, his head poking around the other vampire\'s shoulder to stare Dominic in the eye. He gave Lazarus a suggestive squeeze with his adventurous left hand while his right traced a line up towards his chest. He was perfectly aware that he had interrupted their dry humping by introducing a hand, but he had to do something to get their attention, and he doubted that his muscles pressing against Lazarus\' back would have much effect. Not that it prevented him from creating as much body contact as possible anyway.

[Trillian]

Lazarus paused in his stroking of Dominic as Orias introduced himself with touch from behind.  His head moved away from Dominic\'s neck and turned slightly, so that he could peek out of the corner of his eye, unsure of what the artist thought he was doing.  When Orias\' hand took advantage of the small space he\'d created between himself and Dominic in order to feel the mortal up, the coiled tension in his shoulders left and he resumed teasing Dominic, as he himself was stroked.

"You better have some comfortable furniture in there," Lazarus warned, wanting either an armchair, sofa or bed.  If there was just the floor however, the blonde vampire would deal with that too, he\'d just use Dominic to cushion him.  He wouldn\'t move away from the mortal until Orias gave him his space back.

[realworldweirdo]

"I\'ll just bring the recliner from in here," Orias replied in the same undertone, letting his left hand roam around in Lazarus\' crotch. The right moved to Dom\'s chest, where he traced an invisible pattern of geometric shapes around the mortal\'s pectoral, over his heart. "Follow me."

The reclining armchair was really slightly too large to fit comfortably through the doorway, due to the copious amounts of cushioning on the arms and back. Still, he had brought it in that way, it would fit back through. He released Lazarus and Dominic and strode over to the garage door on the other side of the room, twisting the knob and letting it hang open several inches. Orias was more than strong enough to lift the reclining chair, but it was bulky as all hell, and he had to adjust his grip twice before shoving it through the garage door. It popped through easily, but he winced when he saw that he had scuffed the leather on each arm. That was fixable, for the most part, he reminded himself as he kicked a couple of larger chunks of pine off into the corner and placed it on the floor.

The floor was a disaster. He could hear the duo approaching the garage, so he glanced around and located his push broom. With practiced, efficient sweeps, he herded the debris and most of the sawdust into the corner by the trash bin, and was grabbing a pair of gooseneck floor lamps on his return to the center of the studio when they came through the door. He glanced at the angle of the chair to the rough shape in red oak. It was workable, with the chair centered in the space by the workbench, and the material at an angle closer to the door. He needed to grab his tools from the pegboard, though; he already knew which ones he needed, but there was no time to collect them. He moved to grab them anyway, under the pretense of placing one of the lights unobtrusively behind the chair.

[Trillian]

"You\'ll see I\'m more than a tease," Lazarus promised belatedly, now that Orias had fucked off to leave them alone for a moment.  He removed his hand from Dominic\'s pants, contradicting his statement, and then grabbed the mortal by pinching the back of his neck with thumb and forefinger, using the webbing in between to push.

They entered the studio that way, with Dominic\'s jeans still undone (unless the mortal took the initiative to zip himself back up while they were walking) and Lazarus gave him a little push towards the chair, if only to have him stand near it and wait while he got undressed.  Lazarus hardly paid attention to what Orias was up to, but he did reach his fingertips into his front jeans pocket before letting the denim slide down his legs along with his underwear.  In his hand he now held a couple of small tubes of lube, as though he\'d found some sample packs (which he had) from a sex shop (from which he\'d grabbed a handful out of the fishbowl on the counter) while purchasing some toys to use on visitors to his penthouse.  Palming them, he pulled his boots off, and his jeans came away from his legs as well, and soon he was standing in the middle of the studio near Dominic and the armchair in all his glory.

"I want you on my lap," Lazarus told the mortal, and sat down on the chair so he could pat his thighs and watch the youth undress.

[Existentially Odd]

The semi-rough treatment had Dominic\'s heart skipping up a notch as he tasted a heady cocktail of fear and arousal; he never knew what to expect with Lazarus - well, never had - and it was always as scary as it was exciting.  He was manoeuvred like a doll and pushed about, licking his lips as he turned and watched his God declothe like an angel might descend from Heaven.  It was glorious and it took his breath away.

Realising he was being given an order he would not be allowed to disobey had him weirdly wanting to, so he took his time shuffling his jeans down to the very edge of his hips (where they threatened to drop of their own accord) with enticing little shimmies that took him a step closer to Lazarus... and then another.  As if he hadn\'t anticipated such a thing, he then realised his shoes were still on, so he made a show of bending over (legs kept straight so his ass stuck up in the air) to get them off.  He tossed them aside and then, when he straightened, his jeans slid lower yet, revealing the white of his cotton boxer briefs.  They were practically see-through and held no secrets about his state of interest in the affairs he perceived were about to unfold.

Dom kicked his jeans away and stood before Lazarus in his tidy whities, pretending perplexion.  "In your lap?" he queried coyly, staring knowingly at the area in question and having the audacity to lick his lips as he then looked up at the sultry grey eyes that were often burned into his dreams.  He made no move to remove his underwear, nor move closer during this shy act, but he was easily grabbed and positioned where he stood.  The glint in his eyes declared that he knew exactly what game he was playing, too.  "Will you drink from me then?"

[Trillian]

"Get your fucking ass over here," Lazarus demanded, but because Dominic was in reach, it was easier to just bring him over.  Ordinarily, he would wait out the mortal, forcing him to strip fully whether he wanted to or not, and then position himself.  Lazarus was nothing if not selfish.  His impatience won over his desire to manipulate, and he knew it was just an act.  This youth, this Dominic, was willing alright, and he couldn\'t give a shit whether the artist was ready to go or not.  The important thing was, Lazarus was ready to go, and he had a willing morsel to get started on.

He reached out and grabbed Dominic\'s wrist, yanking him in a way that would hurt the youth\'s shoulder if he resisted at all, and then wrapping a strong arm around his waist, pulling him up.  The underwear wasn\'t going to be a problem, mostly because once Dominic had been positioned facing forwards on Lazarus\' lap (slightly angled so Lazarus could see around him at what he was doing), with both hands he gripped the underwear\'s elastic and ripped it, having to rip the other pieces as well as the leg hole hung on.  He cleared away the material, dropping them onto the floor beside the chair and made sure the two small tubes of lube where still on the arm of the chair, within easy reach when he needed it.

"Comfy?" Lazarus asked, like it mattered, and with his left hand on Dominic\'s chest he held him in place while his right hand began to milk the erection the mortal already had going.  No doubt he\'d feel Lazarus\' own pressing against the small of his back.  There\'d be some shuffling involved soon, but for now he just wanted to make sure Dominic gave into him completely.