Invitation Chapter 1
Josef loves this view. Its the vista of the glowing city spreading out at his feet that draws him back to this place, to settle back in his lair surrounded by the reek of burnt plastic and the ashes of his friends. Looking out over the city below reminds him how distant he has become from the pulse of life below, and somehow as well of the limitless possibilities he has gained. Even Mick's familiar shape becomes elegant silhouetted by the light, only confirming that asking his friend to meet him here was perfect.
A brush of cool fingers against his own draws his attention back into the room to focus on the crystal glass being pressed into his palm. "You looked like you needed a drink." Mick stated as he made himself comfortable perched on the edge of the desk.
"What you need isn't served in a glass, Mick", Josef's voice mocked. Raising one eyebrow, "Could we skip the preliminaries and get right to 'Josef, I need a favor' before the sun comes up? "
"If I don't take her I'm going to lose her." Josef could taste the current of fear flavoring Mick's words."She asked me about sex, Josef, she doesn't understand the danger."
Josef reclined back in his chair, regarding him with sympathetic eyes,"You waited too long, if you taste her now you don't have the control to stop."
He watches Mick stalk forward to the window, to stop poised right over the abyss of the city.
The tension in Mick's form mixes with the taste of fear into an elixir that stirs his innermost being as he releases enough control to study the younger man with glittering eyes of ice. Whatever Mick wants he is afraid to ask and Josef curbs his angry instinct with an effort. Never has he denied Mick anything, but now he hesitates to ask ?
"I know that", Mick replied angrily, "do you think I would ask this if I had any other choice?"
"If you had listened to me there wouldn't be any danger. Well-fed equals control."Josef punctuated the last word with a click of fangs against his own glass. "I'll lend you someone to take the edge off if you want."
"But what if its not enough? I can't risk her. I gave up everything I wanted for her." Mick snarled, turning back to face the charred desk and the elder vampire.
Josef chuckled softly, letting his face resume a human shape as his eyes darken, "Not everything, you still want her."
Mick draws an unneeded breath before forcing out his next words, "I need you there. You are my sire now, you can control me. Don't let me hurt her." 'Don't let me kill her' is left unspoken.
Josef's hands push back though his hair and knows this time the vampire who always knows what to say is rendered speechless. He can feel the weight if his friend's eyes tracing each pass of fingers over his scalp. Mick stands still as a carved statue while tension rises in the room like an uninvited third guest, solid enough to touch.
Josef's crystal blue eyes pin him in place, "If you are asking me to a menage a trois with you and the lovely Miss Turner, how can I refuse? If you are asking me to play referee for you from across the room you can forget it." He knows Mick is mesmerized by the flicker of tongue between gleaming fangs as each word is formed, and sees suddenly that the Mick is more than a little tormented by the memory of those same teeth sliding into his own flesh.
Deliberately Josef presses the advantage, "Did you enjoy it, Mick?" Do you want her to know the way you enjoyed being taken, being consumed, being controlled? He slips a deceptively casual smile when Mick's only answer is eyes fading to vampire blue.
Mick is still clinging to the last shred of control when Josef's powerful hands grasp his shoulders and within a blink he pushes his child hard, trapping Mick between scorched but still solid oak and the even less forgiving hardness of his own lithe body. He feels the impact transferred between their bodies, jarring both of their erections painfully. Their faces are so close that he has to fight back the desire to bite just to state terms, "Ask me, Mick, ask me to take you both. Beg me to feed you my blood while you bury yourself in her. Plead with me to make her scream in ecstasy while you pierce her throat."
He knows he has won when he releases Mick and steps back. Mick draws shuddering breaths over and over and begs with eyes and body. Josef stands motionless, silently demanding a last verbal surrender. Mick flights to form an answer but only a hiss of pain escapes as he catches a razor edge of fang. Josef can see the faint welling of blood at the corner of the parted lips and he closes in on the open mouth, as spilled blood slams them together in a frenzy that answers every question.