ALTERNATE: All The King\'s Boys

[Trillian]

The motion on his wrist had him expel a heavy breath of air before he held it and shook his head.

"No," he confirmed vocally.  "I just..."

like looking at you
fantasise about you all the time
want to ask you to drink from me
wish you were leader of this house
want you to want me

"... um... end up in the same place as you," he said with a shrug, liking the contact of their hands and thrilled that Kerr was causing sparks to fly by massaging his wrist.  "Do you want to...?"

He trailed off, not brave enough to ask Kerr to drink from him, though it was at the forefront of his mind, with all the other more sexual thoughts in the background, waiting their turn.  He blushed again, knowing what he was like when being drunk from, but wanting Kerr to like him for it.

[Existentially Odd]

"Drink from you?" Kerr supplied, finding the thrill of teasing Ben was far more intoxicating than participating in some of Lazarus\' games.  It was harmless, this flirting the two of them were doing, but it went to his head far more quickly and set his dormant nerves tingling much more strongly than some of the other thrills he\'d experienced recently.  His smile became automatically a little more cocky, his gaze grazing down the line of Ben\'s throat before it lifted back to his eyes.

"You weren\'t just on your way to see Lazarus?" he asked, needing to check that.  Everybody else he ever happened upon on this floor was either coming into or going from the lord\'s room, it made sense that that had been Ben\'s destination too... unless he\'d specifically been looking for Kerr.  The thought warmed him and made him feel even gigglier (even if he didn\'t let it out).

[Trillian]

Ben\'s mouth went dry at Kerr\'s suggestion, causing him to lick his lips and then feel self-conscious about the maneouvre.  The current that was passing between them was still strong, still tingling, and Ben\'s hand squeeze Kerr\'s lightly in response to the suggestion made to him.  Though it was more of a finishing of the suggestion he\'d been about to make to Kerr.

"Yes," he said softly, and stared blankly for a moment when Kerr brought up Lazarus\' name, breaking the haze.  "Um, no, he\'s not expecting me, right now," he said.

It was the truth, though the rest of this truth remained squashed.  Lazarus would be expecting him in a little over an hour\'s time, but in the time he had he would be in Kerr\'s room, on Kerr\'s lap, in Kerr\'s hold, with the dark vampire drinking from him with him

writhing

giving into whatever Kerr propositioned him with, he was fairly sure.  If Kerr wanted him here and now, in this corridor, he wasn\'t so sure he\'d refuse, and he wondered what it was about Kerr that had him desiring him so badly.

[Existentially Odd]

He\'d already had blood this evening - he\'d had more blood in the past six nights than he\'d had from mortals in the past hundred years, frankly - and it was making him run hot with the stimulus Ben was sending him.   The squeezing of his hand, the licking of his lips, the thoughts of being sexually active with him... everything Ben did had Kerr going weak at the knees.

Not trusting himself to speak, he adjusted his grip on the mortal\'s hand so that he was holding it as he walked beside him, and he silently led the way to his room.

There was a similar setup in his suite to Lazarus\' but Kerr didn\'t want to sit in a chair and have Ben sit in his lap.  It seemed far too intimate a thing and almost... humdrum, after his near week spent in a chair in Lazarus\' room.  Rebelling from what he\'d learned so far - as well as wanting something completely different with Ben, who was so different with his lucid thoughts - he closed the door behind the two of them, locked it and walked Ben towards the bed.

He toed his shoes off beside it, looking meaningfully at the boy as he then climbed onto the mattress, still holding his hand.  If Ben hesitated, he would give the place where they were joined a beseeching tug, looking at him hopefully until he crawled on.  There was much he wanted to say to reassure the boy, but he was also feeling a little rebellious in that sense as well; he\'d prefer to do to prove to him that he wasn\'t interested in some sort of tawdry exchange.  Not straight away.

Ben might have been thinking such things about the two of them but Kerr was likeminded enough to recognise the romanticism beneath the desires.  Neither of them were hasty participants in the goings-on of this house (though he sensed Ben\'s reluctance rather than seeing anything specific in his thoughts - he wasn\'t going to delve and the mortal\'s thoughts when with him were all of him and how much he liked Kerr rather than those in the house), both of them were aroused but not with any specific purpose.

Until they came together, of course.  Without saying anything, once Ben joined him on the bed, Kerr would lean over him, caress his face once, briefly, and lean down to tenderly kiss lips he desperately wanted to taste.  Ben\'s mouth was the one thing he was unable to erect any sort of barrier to, in this house.  Well, that and Lazarus\' desires, really.

[Trillian]

He followed without qualm to Kerr\'s room, liking the fact the room was locked behind them (rather than feeling trapped, as he\'d been when first entering the house and seeing his escape blocked), offering them privacy and cutting them off from the rest of the house.  He took a spare moment to glance around Kerr\'s room before his stare settled on the vampire again, unable to stay away for too long.

There was no need for a beseeching tug, for Ben crawled onto the mattress willingly after Kerr, though his heart was racing in his chest and his breathing loud to his own ears.  He recognised the need for quiet submission, and while it thrilled and excited him, it also made him feel young and naive.  Lazarus had constantly chastised him for cherishing his lack of experience, and now, beside Kerr on the bed, he wished he knew more about what to do and how to please.

Kerr made it easy.  Looking at him fixedly, not believing that this was happening for it felt like a combination of every fantasy he\'d dared to have, he saw Kerr zeroing in on his lips and it was a perfect move.  His eyelids fluttered closed as their lips met, the zinging returning at full force around his body (but more prominently in his groin, seemingly the centre of his soul now that he\'d arrived at this house).  His arms naturally came up to entwine around Kerr\'s waist, hands drifting up his back towards his shoulders and fingers curling to scratch lightly over clothing.  It was magical, a fantastic reality, and his mouth opened for his tongue to move forward and curiously seek out Kerr\'s, attempting to taste his lips, willing to be dominated but very happy to meet in the middle.

[Existentially Odd]

Although it was Kerr\'s intention just to kiss, he was delighted by the feeling of Ben\'s hands upon him and he returned the favour.  The boldest he grew was sneaking his hand under Ben\'s shirt to feel his chest, wanting him to do the same while he was lost in his kiss.  It seemed innocent yet they both knew it wasn\'t, for they were both aroused and yearning, yet neither was game to take that extra step to push it somewhere else.  Dipping his tongue into Ben\'s hot mouth, tasting his pillowy lips and letting his hands roam the boy\'s torso were enough.

Eventually, wanting more contact, Kerr broke their kiss to pull his shirt off.  "You have the most beautiful lips I\'ve ever seen," he told Ben heatedly, impatiently flinging his clothing away and grasping the mortal\'s face as he zoomed back in for more kisses.  His smile was broad as he pecked at the redness he\'d created.  "I could kiss them all night, would that be alright with you?" he teased, swooping from one lip to another and not allowing Ben to return his attention properly.

He knew nothing of Ben\'s requirement to visit Lazarus, so he meant what he said; he\'d kiss him all night if he was allowed.

[Trillian]

Time seemed to stop as they explored each other\'s mouths.  Every romantic notion Ben had ever had about Kerr eventuated and then some.  He hadn\'t ever really stopped to appreciate the idea of kissing Kerr, but now that he was in the middle of it, it seemed enough for him.  The question posed to him - could he be kissed all night - was an easy one to respond to.  Without hesitation, he whispered yes, forgetting Lazarus for the moment in his haze of lust.

After Kerr\'s shirt was gone, Ben\'s followed, but he had no idea of how long it took before that step.  There\'d been a long time in between of him wishing he could press his naked chest to Kerr\'s, and then Kerr pulled away to work on the straps so it could happen.  He helped also, with fingers that didn\'t seem to be working as nimbly as usual for he was shaking so much.  Eventually he left it alone and let Kerr do the rest, sitting up and pulling out of his clothing, easing back down with Kerr lying against him, kissing some more.  At one point Kerr\'s leg worked between Ben\'s own, but he didn\'t stop kissing in order to see what was going on.  It was far more erotic to simply advance, and it was so easy and natural being with Kerr.

He felt Kerr\'s full weight on him for a while, fully between his legs and grinding themselves against one another, with Ben bucking gently.  Kerr swivelled and took Ben with him, having him on top and lying lengthways.  Ben took a moment to smile down at Kerr before lowering his head for more kisses.  He felt like an eternity had passed, yet in reality only a few minutes.  He liked the way he could feel his racing heart pounding against Kerr\'s cool chest, and eventually he shifted so that he was straddling Kerr.  Very quickly after this Kerr moved again, even though the position allowed for a lot of erotic pressure against their groins.  Ben was below him again, feeling Kerr\'s hand reposition themselves beneath his ass, and he couldn\'t recall when Kerr had started touching him there, but it was certainly a welcome feeling.

It could\'ve gone all night, except after two and a half hours his name was yelled out by Rigby, who was passing Kerr\'s room and heading down the stairs.  It was enough to wash the lusty haze away from him completely, and Kerr stopped kissing him as well.  There was a brief pause as they stared at one another, with Ben beneath Kerr, his hands entagled in Kerr\'s hair, their groins pressed hard together with Kerr angling up the way he was.

"I have to go, I\'m sorry," Ben breathed, knowing Lazarus had sent Rigby to look for him.  He must\'ve been a bit late, and had no idea how late he really was.  He needed Kerr to move off him before he could leave, however.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr began moving, but slowly, wanting not to knock anything that was overly sensitive from being engorged - on either of them.  He moved into a sitting position on the bed, his right leg raised so that he could rest his arm on his knee and watch Ben, gnawing the inside of his lip.

He didn\'t want to say it.  Suddenly, he didn\'t want to know.  But he couldn\'t help himself, because he had to know.  "To Lazarus?" he queried thickly.

[Trillian]

When Kerr moved away, Ben also sat up, running his hands through his hair to neaten it and looking at Kerr just before he was asked a poignant question.  Unable to answer it while looking at the one he\'d been kissing for so long, he lowered his gaze to the bed and nodded, moving off it so he could gather his shirt and put it on.  Even feeling ashamed as he was, he couldn\'t stop himself from looking at Kerr even as he was straightening his shirt from its inside-out position, so he could put it back on.  It was difficult, looking at Kerr and feeling aroused by him, knowing he had to go to Lazarus next.

"I\'d rather stay here," he said quietly, hoping it was enough to be forgiven.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr smiled, but it was somewhat bitter.  "Maybe I should come with you?" he offered, but he got an odd sensation in his gut as he said it.  "He likes to watch me with his boys."

It was a stupid thing to say, almost like he was trying to make Ben jealous by pointing out that he\'d been having varied experiences with Lazarus all week, but there was also another reason behind it.  If he went with Ben to Lazarus\' room, it might be the catalyst he needed.

He could finally see himself having sex with someone in Lazarus\' presence and the ancient would be what pushed he and Ben forward (though he didn\'t feel such a hasty step was necessary, he simply couldn\'t think too hard about what Lazarus would soon be doing with Ben because everything in him burned to be that man instead).

[Trillian]

At Kerr\'s offer, Ben blushed and looked at his shirt in order to put it on, unable to meet Kerr\'s gaze for a very long moment.  He hadn\'t expected Kerr to say something so callous, but what did he know about this vampire except that he was horny for him?  He felt stupid suddenly, and betrayed.

"If he wants you he\'ll send me to get you," Ben said softly, his shirt now on and he was doing the laces up.  There was a kind of unfinished quality to this scene, and he didn\'t know why it was going wrong.  Hell, he knew why, he was being called for by another vampire after spending too much time with the one in front of him.  He\'d thought the kissing meant Kerr liked him back, but the remark made to him had him feeling like he was just another one of the boys to Kerr - much like how Lazarus viewed him.  Maybe that was why he was holding onto his virginity, it was the only thing making him different.

He intended on leaving Kerr\'s room without another word.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr opened his mouth to speak but couldn\'t find the right words in time.  The boy left quietly and he knew he\'d left a mark where he hadn\'t intended to.  The words he should have said were, \'I\'m sorry, I didn\'t mean that,\' but they didn\'t come before Ben had gone.

Flopping angrily back onto the bed, Kerr growled at his own stupidity, feeling like a heel and knowing it was too little too late to chase Ben down now.  He would have to wait until Lazarus was done with him, and wasn\'t that a painful little barb to swallow?  The mere thought of Lazarus playing his usual games with Ben caused a burning jealousy inside his breast that he found hard to contain.  He wanted to know what they were doing and he knew it would be very easy to listen to Ben\'s thoughts and spy without alerting either of them... but he also didn\'t know.

Instead, he ended up simply laying there, twisted with angst and trying to rationalise his admittedly irrational behaviour to himself.  He couldn\'t justify his feelings, though, couldn\'t make himself believe that he had any right to tell Ben what to do, when he was in Lazarus\'s house - the fact that they\'d had a peek-a-boo thought relationship for a few nights didn\'t mean he knew the boy any better than the others.  He just liked him more.  A whole lot more.  Too much more, if he couldn\'t get this unexpected possessive streak of his under control.

He resolved to tell Ben he was sorry and tell him exactly why, listening for the moment he left Lazarus\' room (hoping it would be before dawn) and ready to rush out and do it right there in the corridor if he had to.  He needed to make his boorish behaviour up to the young mortal and start acting his age.

[Trillian]

He entered Lazarus\' room quietly, without knocking as he was usually wont to do.  Lazarus wasn\'t at his chair when he checked, but was stabbing the fire with a poker.  The blonde Ancient turned around when he heard the door close and hung up the poker in order to approach his armchair, all while watching Ben with angry grey eyes.

"You\'re late," he snapped, though Ben likely knew this as Rigby had been the one to send him here.  He\'d heard Rigby yelling along the corridor and then again downstairs as he patrolled the house, intending to patrol the gardens in order to find Ben.

"Sorry," Ben said, and approached Lazarus until he was standing by the Ancient\'s armchair, expecting to be reminded that he hadn\'t been drunk from, and that they would be doing more tonight than they had previous nights.  It was a standard routine, and they\'d advanced each time but not anywhere near as quickly as Lazarus wanted.

Lazarus patted his lap, and said \'Facing\' so that Ben knew to straddle him.  Feeling like he\'d just been rudely awakened from a pleasant dream, Ben did as ordered and turned his face away in order to show Lazarus his neck.  He wasn\'t nuzzled however, wasn\'t kissed or groped, he was grabbed by the upper arms roughly and shoved back so that Lazarus could glare at him.

"What did you let him do?" he said, and shook Ben when he took longer than a moment.  There was no denying it or asking \'who\' when they both knew.  He should\'ve realised Lazarus would smell Kerr on him, when the two of them were sharing so much.  "Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes," he answered, glad that he didn\'t have to go into detail for the first question, but he wasn\'t being let off the hook so easily as Lazarus\' piercing grey eyes measured him.

"Did he ask for your company?" he asked, more quietly this time.

"Kind of," Ben said, not wanting to be shaken again.  His arms were hurting where Lazarus was gripping them.

"Kind of?  What the fuck does that mean?" Lazarus asked, his voice rising.

"He asked to drink from me."

Lazarus felt his heart plummet.  He hadn\'t warned Kerr off Ben because he\'d expected the teenager to deny him.  Wasn\'t it a fool choice, for now he\'d got Ben used to the idea of being drunk from - and liking it.  What a surprise though, that he would allow Kerr to after building such an extensive relationship with Lazarus?

"It\'s my night to drink from you," Lazarus hissed.

"You still can.  He didn\'t drink from me," Ben explained, causing Lazarus to ponder what that meant.

"What did he do with you then?" he asked, and Ben pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze.  Lazarus sneered at this reaction, for he could only guess how Kerr had used Ben\'s mouth.  "You haven\'t done that for me!" he said angrily, not liking not being the first experience for Ben for everything.

"Yes, I have!" Ben argued, lifting his gaze, his hands lifting as much as they were able and gripping Lazarus\' arms by the elbows.  "You\'re hurting me," he added, hoping the Ancient would be lenient.

Lazarus was confused in fact, for Ben\'s mouth hadn\'t pleasured him yet the boy seemed to be speaking the truth.  He loosened his grip but didn\'t let Ben go altogether.

"What have you done with him, that you\'ve done with me?" he asked softly, almost crooning in order to get Ben to answer his question.

There was a very long pause, and then: "Kissing."

Lazarus blinked.

"Is that all?" he asked, still using his same crooning tone.

Ben stared at Lazarus before nodding.  He wasn\'t about to tell Lazarus about the groping and how they\'d lain on top of each other and rubbed against one another.  It wasn\'t anything special anyway, according to Kerr.

"Do you think it\'s fair, to kiss him so quickly after everything I\'ve done for you?" Lazarus asked, liking the way Ben shook his head immediately.  He was interested in what that meant.  "How do you plan on making it up to me?"

Ben understood what Lazarus was getting at.  It wasn\'t really a punishment, for he knew the blonde would be after more from him anyway, and he was grateful that Lazarus wasn\'t angry at him.

"What do you want?" he whispered, hoping Lazarus wouldn\'t ask for too much.

"After I drink from you, I\'m hard and aching for release," Lazarus explained, making Ben blush, though he wasn\'t game to lower his gaze, knowing Lazarus liked to watch his reaction to his graphic words.  "You\'ll give me that release.  With your mouth."

He\'d been hoping Lazarus would accept his hands, and relieved that he hadn\'t been asked for sex in full, but asking for his mouth was enough to give Ben second thoughts.  In his hesitation, Lazarus saw an opportunity.

"Of course you\'re not experienced enough to satisfy me, love.  It takes an expert tongue for me to peak," he informed Ben, and waited for the teen to look at him for what he was driving at before he gave the game away.  "You\'ll have to have someone do it to you, before you can do it to me."

Ben figured Lazarus was asking for them to perform mutual oral sex and so he nodded, for such a thing had been prominent in his thoughts, and it was the harsh reality he needed from the romantic notions he\'d been fooling himself with about Kerr.

"I don\'t get on my knees for just anyone, Ben," Lazarus said, gesturing for Ben to move back and off him.  Ben complied and nodded, thinking that Lazarus must be treating him to something special when the real blow came.  "So how about you find your kissing partner and bring him here?  He knows what I like because he\'s been watching it, and I\'m sure you won\'t mind his mouth on you again, even if it is a little lower than you\'re used to."

Ben\'s jaw dropped open and he started shaking his head, but before any sound came out Lazarus raised his index finger imperiously at the youth standing before him.

"Are you denying me now?  After you just agreed?"

Ben was quiet for a moment, then shook his head again.

"No, Lazarus.  I want to make it up to you," he said, for he honestly did.  He\'d gone behind the blonde vampire\'s back with someone who hadn\'t cared about him at all.  So far Lazarus had been patient (even if he had been pushy) and Ben did feel grateful, and it hadn\'t been too long ago that he\'d considered giving in to Lazarus completely (before his fantasies had exchanged Lazarus with Kerr).

"Go get him, then," Lazarus ordered, and Ben left to do just that.

He didn\'t waste time in the corridor, and Kerr\'s room was only a few metres away.  He headed straight for it, intending to knock.

[Existentially Odd]

Kerr was startled out of his thoughts by the very sudden reappearance of Ben in the corridor - so quickly after he\'d gone in, too!  With his own dashingly romantic thoughts tumbling in his head - of how Ben had refused Lazarus after all and was returning to him - Kerr bounded off his bed and rushed into the hall outside.

"Ben! I\'m sorry!" he gushed, striding up to the boy and speaking quietly to him, grasping his hands and leaning down so that he was peering sincerely into his eyes.  It occurred to him that he couldn\'t say the rest of what he wanted to say out loud because Lazarus would hear him - he already would\'ve heard his hasty apology, in fact - and what he had to say was private.  Very naturally, he switched to speaking mentally to Ben.

I shouldn\'t have said something so nasty - I was being childish because I was jealous of you going to him.  I had no right to burden you like that, I\'m sorry; he\'s your master and I shouldn\'t have lashed out at you just because you\'re special to me - as you no doubt are to him.

He finished by shaking his head and letting go of Ben\'s hand n order to touch his face gently with his fingertips.  "I\'m sorry," he whispered again, hoping they would now turn back towards his room and spend the rest of the night together.

[Trillian]

Ben was horrified while ecstatic at the same time.  Kerr really was how Ben had thought (hoped) he was, and now with this apology on his lips, Ben wanted to hug him and say he was forgiven, but he couldn\'t.

A harsh blush pinked his cheeks and he lowered his stare from Kerr, unable to say what he had to next while looking into Kerr\'s eyes.

"He-wants-to-see-you-he-knows," he mumbled in one sentence, pulling away from Kerr and giving him one last lingering stare before turning and heading for Lazarus, frowning even as he reached the door and knocked.  Lazarus bade them to enter and Ben hurried into the room without looking behind him to see where Kerr was or what his expression was.

Lazarus, on the other hand, was looking forward to seeing the pair of them interact, (even though it was twisting his gut to think how easily he could\'ve prevented this with one quick warning to Kerr on the first night when they\'d both seen Ben).  He stood up from the chair even as Ben approached, and placed his arm around the youth\'s shoulders as he waited for Kerr to make an appearance.