Warning: This fanfiction based on Sherrilyn Kenyon's characters from her Dark-Hunter series is very explicit. It involves homosexuality, sexual content and scenes that should not be read by anyone younger then sixteen. However, like my profile says I can't stop you, I'm just giving you fair warning. You've been warned, my conscience is eased.
"Nah, man, you should have stayed!" José said eagerly, his ever present half laugh half smile making his face shine.
"Was it worth staying for?" George asked mildly, relaxing back against the couch.
"It was the shit! I mean, off the chain! The girls at that party, man … they were -" José was unable to articulate just what those girls were, but his hands carved out the shape of an hourglass in the air.
Alice, who was watching from the kitchen, laughed at her brother's best friend. José had been a constant part of their home life ever since they had moved to New Orleans, when she was ten and George was seven.
"That good, huh?" she asked, applying mayonnaise to her sandwich, José gave her a boyish grin.
"Not as good as you, Bonita."
"Ah, you are just too smooth there, boy" Alice chuckled, she'd been flirting like this with José from back when he was still playing with action men and wearing teddy bear pajamas.
"You know what they say about us Latinos," he wiggled his eyebrows lecherously and Alice grimaced.
"I know what they say about you in particular," Alice admonished, trying to enforce that authority that came with being three years older, unfortunately her mouth twitched.
José stood up and straightened his jacket sharply, "what can I say," he said smugly, "my reputation precedes me. I'm gonna split, my man."
George held up a tired fist which José touched his own too, as he was walking to the door he kissed his two fingers and touched them to Alice's cheek.
"Catch you later, chica."
"Yeah, yeah. Take it easy, hot stuff."
Alice waited until she heard the rumbling of an engine and the squeal of rubber, before moving into the living room to join George.
"That boy always drives too fast," she mumbled, sitting down in the chair opposite her brother, George didn't comment but stared dismally at the blank T.V screen.
"Work okay today?" she asked edgily after a pause.
"The computers went down over at that call centre."
"Ahh," Alice commented and put down her sandwich, she dusted the crumbs from her hands, "What happened this time?"
George reached into his pocket and drew out a wrinkled, balled up piece of paper, the kind you get in the office printer. He threw it at Alice who caught it in one hand, not giving a second thought to her amazing reflexes. She tried to un-scrunch the paper without ripping it; she had a feeling that it had been clenched so tightly in George's fist that it had become fused together; when it was open she smoothed it out over her knees and read. In the middle of the page was a poem written in neat block capitals:
GEORGY PORGY, PUDDING AND PIE
KISSED THE BOYS AND MADE THEM CRY
AND WHEN THE BOYS REFUSED TO PLAY
GEORGY RAPED THEM ANYWAY!
Underneath some mediocre artist had drawn an obscene, anime-like picture of two men copulating, the man behind who was drawn with a manic smile and huge eyes had an arrow pointing to him saying George Carraway. Alice ripped the note into pieces, her eyes stinging a little.
"You have to report them, George!" she hissed at him; George gave her a bored look.
"Why?" he said, "they're just ignorant assholes."
"Homophobic ignorant assholes," Alice corrected, "who are harassing you every time you go to fix their stupid computers!"
"I really don't care, Allie," George shrugged, but still looking sullen; "They're confused by me is all. I'm the guy that could be gay but they're not sure. Its only natural the macho, he-man types act this way."
"There is nothing natural about it -"
"Allie, I'm really not bothered. If I was I'd send a virus into their system and be done with it."
Alice stared at her brother in frustrated silence, how can he simply lie down and take abuse like this? He was being victimised whenever he went to fix those computers at that stupid call centre! Victimised by people who hadn't gotten enough of an education to work a job that required you to be qualified for more then sitting on your ass and talking into a phone.
"Then why are you so pissy?" Alice said finally.
"I'm not."
"You are you're quiet."
George just shrugged and refused to look at her and it was then that Alice felt it click into place. She looked out the window to the drive where José had departed, she sighed.
"You're going to have to tell him soon, Georgie," she ventured and George lifted his head from his hand and gave her a scathing look.
"No."
"Baby -"
"Alice, I can't tell him, okay?"
"Brian knows."
"Brian guessed, I didn't tell him."
"Whatever, it still doesn't matter to him. It won't matter to José, and it shouldn't matter to you."
"Alice, I'm not ashamed of it, okay," George said honestly, his voice reasonable and calm as usual. "I accepted that I was gay when I was still at school. That is not the problem here."
Alice nodded, her brother had 'come out' to her while he was still at high school, in fact, Alice attributed George's sexuality as the reason they were so close.
"I can't tell José, because I am not willing to lose my best friend over it."
"Oh, come on. José isn't a friend, he's family. He'd lie down in the road for you if you asked him to."
"You know how he is with girls -"
"How he is. What the hell has that got to do with anything? I think your selling him too short. What are you gonna do if you meet someone you're serious about?"
"That's unlikely to happen," George muttered sourly.
"Why?"
George sat up and leaned closer to Alice's chair, his elbows on his knees and an intense look on his face.
"Okay, here's the deal, Ally," he began as if explaining something very complex. "I like drinking beer, watching sports and have no interest in becoming America's next top model. I am a gay man forced into sexual isolation because I cannot stand a relationship with a man who corresponds to the gay stereotype. I won't find a partner because I like going to straight bars and hanging with straight friends, and were I to be approached by another man, I would then have to explain to my best friend that his best friend is a fucking faggot."
Alice bit into her sandwich and gave him a bored look, "I think you're over complicating things. Surely there are other gay guys around that don't like to dress up as Betty boop or act like Jack from Will and Grace? What about that Charlie guy you came home with once?"
"Don't ask."
"Don't you think your being a bit picky?"
"This coming from you?" George said indignantly, "you refuse to date men who are shorter then you, who listen to hardcore rock, who watch porn, who don't iron their jeans, who breathe too heavily … Need I continue?"
Alice opened her mouth to let him see the mushy white pulp on her tongue, George huffed out a breath and got up.
"See you later, Ally."
"Georgie," Alice said seriously, George looked over his shoulder, "everything will be fine."
George gave her a forced smile, "sure it will."
Alice put down her sandwich and watched George walk out the door and over to his car. She wasn't hungry anymore. If only she could find him what he was looking for, if only her unselfish, wonderful little brother could have what he wanted. But then he was in a race with the world that were all looking for love too. Damn, they were all looking for the hardest thing to find.
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George walked out of Pandora's Box and waved to Tabitha threw the window, she didn't see since she had already begun to fiddle with the computer he had just fixed. Because she was a friend and one of the few people he knew were genuinely cool with his sexuality, he did her computer for free. No doubt by next week she will have crashed the thing again. As payment Tabitha always insisted on giving him something from her shop, this time it was a key ring with a buff guy on it. Wearing nothing but white briefs and a cowboy hat, he looked hot whilst striking a sexy pose. George turned the key ring over and laughed, Tabitha had stuck a picture Herbert the Pervert from Family Guy on it with 'For your dreams', written underneath. She had the weirdest sense of humour.
George was almost to his parked car when he smacked straight into someone, standing in the middle of the street. George latched on to an arm to steady himself and to also make sure that whoever it was didn't eat the dirt.
"Shit! Sorry, are you okay?" George looked up and his breath caught. He was struck dumb by the man before him; the guy was too handsome to be real. He was taller then George, which very likely made him about 6'6. His almost white blond hair looked like ivory silk in the sunlight and was combed back from his perfectly sculpted face, and secured at the nape of his neck with a brown leather cord. He looked aristocratically Grecian, arrogantly so, with a stubborn chin and proud forehead and straight nose.
"That's alright, I was in your way," the guy said in a deep, cultured voice. If George had been listening he would have detected a subtle trace of Greek in his accent. Strangely enough George was suddenly overwhelmed with the image of this guy wearing white briefs and a cowboy hat.
The man sent George's body into overdrive and two basic instincts of his waged violent war on each other. A part of him wanted to run to his car and drive straight home, where he could soak his blushing face in cold water, the other needed to stand in the man's presence a little bit longer. To hear him speak, perhaps to say his name. George cleared his throat and pushed all idiotic thoughts aside, he had only ever gotten anywhere by being practical and unemotional about things. He inwardly took a calming breath and allowed his body to settle down into his laid back demeanour once more.
"You're not lost, are you?" George asked politely and watched a little mesmerised when the man's perfectly shaped lips spread in a sexy half smirk.
"No, I'm not. I'm, ah … I'm just wandering," he answered, glancing over his shoulder, "perhaps you'd like to join me?"
George was pretty sure he had died and gone to heaven, a fair few dreams of his had started out in a very similar way. Needless to say in the dream he and his dream guy, usually Travis Fimmel, ended up in bed together.
"Err, sure. Why not?" George agreed, trying to sound casual.
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"Great," Davyn almost purred, he gestured with his arm to walk up the street and the man fell into step. Davyn licked his lips and discreetly inhaled the man's scent, his aftershave was nice and his neck looked warm and inviting.
"What's your name, filos?" Davyn said and the guy frowned at him.
"What did you just call me?" he asked, there was a spark of suspicion and intelligence in his eyes that Davyn knew shouldn't be so tempting, at least not on cattle.
"I called you friend," Davyn explained, "I'm Greek."
"I thought as much," the guy commented.
"Did you?"
The man smiled naturally bright and wide, "I can tell by your accent. I know a few Greek people."
"I see," Davyn murmured, "What did you say your name was?"
Again with that huge, natural smile, Davyn saw deep dimples gracing both cheeks and felt his gut clench hotly. "I didn't. But my name is George."
Davyn nodded, he wondered why he was even asking the name of his lunch, that's what this human was, wasn't he? He was lunch, cattle, food, sustenance. Not for Davyn of course, Davyn was secretly an Agkelos daimon, he never preyed on the innocent humans, he never had. Stryker would kick his ass all the way to Katoteros and back if he ever found out. When he thought about Davyn knew he was a complete contradiction, he was a ruthless Spathi warrior that would sacrifice all for the survival of his race, the strongest of the strong. Yet he refused to take an innocent life to sustain his own, he was Agkelos, considered the weakest of the weak in the daimon world. That's why the revelation that the consumption of a Dimmi soul was such a relief to him, he no longer had to trek through the human world hunting for his specific prey. As an Agkelos he had a strict diet and he always felt terrible guilt when he fed, after all even bad people have good in them, don't they? Even the drug addict, the dreg of society that he used to feed would be missed by someone surely? Humans were strange that way; they developed the weirdest attachments and the strongest loyalties to the worst things. Davyn felt that it was fates way of rewarding him for refusing to take an innocent life that the Dimmi blood allowed them to walk in daylight. Yeah, fuck you Apollo!
"And yours?" George prompted, his eyebrows raised in expectation, Davyn jerked from is thoughts and smiled, George blushed and Davyn wanted to lick his lips; what a handsome human this was.
"My name is Davyn," he said silkily and he heard the human's heart rate pick up, knew his temperature had zoomed a few degrees higher. Davyn did not understand why he felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction at knowing the human wanted him, mostly every human did, male - if they were so inclined - and female. What puzzled him most were the strange butterfly sensations he was getting in his gut, this man was a human, Davyn had never even contemplated taking a human before. Yes, he'd admired the beauty of some, he'd even been physically attracted to others he'd seen, but what he wanted from this human surpassed attraction. It had to. Why else would he invite him to walk with him, to spend time with him, obviously not to feed? So why indeed? This human had that kind of honey brown hair that should be ever so common and nondescript, yet … Davyn's fingers itched to reach out and touch it, to stroke his forefinger down the strands that hung longer at the front then they did at the back. Then he wanted to trail that finger over his temple, over the pale skin of his forehead, of his straight nose and over to the natural, startling blush of his cheek that made Davyn lust for the blood pumping through George's veins. Davyn wanted to touch his tongue to the very faint freckles that dashed over his nose, and to the dimples winking in his cheeks whilst moving his finger lower so it could trace his rosebud mouth, which should have looked out of place on a man but was in fact startlingly striking. It was also damned arousing when, in his fantasy, Davyn slipped his finger between those pert, naturally redden lips.
"You live around here?" Davyn asked to break the silence.
"Yeah, kinda. Do you?"
Davyn faked a small cough and run his tongue furtively over his fang, giving himself time to answer. "Yeah," he replied, "kind of."
George gave a small laugh, "you just move here?"
"I visit friends."
George wasn't sure how to respond to the short, unsure answers Davyn was giving him, he wondered briefly whether it was a language thing, was there a slight communication problem? But Davyn seemed to understand everything he was saying, so it didn't seem to be that. Perhaps the man, Davyn, had a shyness that always seemed to hinder George when it came to interacting with people he was attracted to. It didn't matter, George was far too attracted to Davyn to really care, he sensed that under that shyness could be someone he could like and get along well with, perhaps more. There was no doubt that Davyn was gay, even if the guy was the very embodiment of machoism, and could have any girl he wanted George was sure that his gay-dar was sensing his own kind approaching. Though perhaps Davyn was bisexual, a guy as good looking as he could have the best of both worlds, the thought made George sick. Strangely enough George would not be deterred from his next impulse; he squashed his inhibitions and turned to face Davyn.
"You know, if you ever wanted a tour of ole New Orleans," George exaggerated his accent until it came out 'Nawlins', Davyn laughed, "I could show you around."
"That would be nice, thanks George," Davyn murmured, George felt a thrill when he said his name in that lazy, seductive voice of his. "Good old southern hospitality, eh?"
"It's what I'm best at," George said a little shyly, wishing he could think of something funny or engaging to say. Davyn didn't seem to mind, he's tight lipped grin widened and George almost stumbled when he ran a blatantly sexual look all over George. It was so hot it was almost like a tangible touch and George felt a stirring south of his waist line.
"Have a drink with me," Davyn said abruptly, it was more of an order and George heard the authority in Davyn's voice.
"Are you in the army?" George said, the image of a soldier's uniform flashed through his mind, the sound of Davyn's voice barking orders … at him … in bed. Damn, he needed to get laid! Everything had an innuendo to it and was turning him on.
"Yes, I am," Davyn said without thinking, though it wasn't a lie, he was a warrior. A soldier. Davyn glanced up to the sky that wasn't velvety black, but robin egg blue, and he sighed. Being able to walk in the sun had changed everything; he relished everything about his life now. What struck a chord in Davyn more then anything else was that it now allowed him to be like a human, those he had watched and secretly envied for their normal lives, and hated for their complacency of their normalcy. It allowed him to be able to invite George for a drink; it allowed him the pleasure of becoming attracted to another person that was not eaten up with the bitterness of most Daimons. Nor the weariness of the immortals. George was … refreshing.
"Come for a drink with me?" Davyn politely asked this time rather then commanding him.
"Okay, you want my number?" George said briskly, he didn't play coy or shy; he was rather detached and unemotional as he said it, even though his mouth watered for a taste of Davyn. George regretted his detachment and tone of voice when Davyn raised an eyebrow, did he want him to play hard to get? Why did everyone want that? To George's surprise a mesmerising smile spread across Davyn's face, he was pleased.
"No," Davyn knew if George tried to phone him while he was at home, he wouldn't be able to reach him. "Let's be different, shall we? I'll meet you …" Davyn thought quickly, it was summer so the day lasted longer he'd get away with a later date. "Eight o clock? At Sanctuary bar? Ursulines Avenue?"
George was a little taken a back by the suggestion and wondered if the guy was leading him on, he stepped back and couldn't stop a sigh. Davyn was confused by the sudden change in George's mood, without a second thought he allowed himself to read George's mind. Davyn couldn't keep himself from smiling, humans were so insecure. Not like diamons, who were so high off their own ego they wouldn't possibly believe someone would dare stand them up. Most of the time, Davyn admitted, they were right, most diamons were gorgeous, so who would? Davyn stepped up in George's face and before George could step safely back slipped his hands up to cup George's neck.
George couldn't have stepped back even if Davyn's hands had not been anchoring him to the spot, the man was so overwhelming. George felt his breath stop and his heart hammer, he felt like he was going to pass out. He knew he was an okay looking guy but nothing he was would warrant a god like Davyn looking at him with such ravenous hunger in his gaze. The seductive smirk on Davyn's lips made George feel like Davyn was reading his thoughts, he told himself that was impossible just before Davyn lowered his head to George's and his world melted away when impossibly soft lips brushed against his once, twice and then captured them firmly enough for George to gasp with surprise. Davyn took advantage of this and leaped in with his tongue, he'd never been one for friendly pecks on the cheek or chaste brushes against the lips. When Davyn wanted to kiss a guy he let them know it, he moved in with force, his tongue duelling for dominance, George put up a more then valiant struggle then relinquished the control. Davyn moaned his appreciation before cupping George roughly by the nape of his neck and swapping the angle of his head. He was breathless and hot, excitement raced though his blood stream, making him turn the kiss rather brutal. George took everything Davyn had to give him, this excited Davyn more then anything, as dangerous as it was Davyn felt a thrill when George's tongue shaved so close to his fangs. Davyn manoeuvred his tongue skilfully in movements that mimicked sex, sending out a clear message to George telling him that should it get that far Davyn would fight for control. Davyn made an oath that it would definitely go that far, there was something about this human that was intoxicating. Perhaps it was his slightly serious look that said he didn't think much of those about him, then his unsure smile that showed the warmth underneath.
The movement of the tongue and the passion of the kiss had George gasping, it also had him stirring in his pants, he could feel himself getting a semi and he knew had he not been so overwhelmed he would have blushed. Perhaps he already was. Davyn made his masterful tongue do something wicked and George hitched his breath at his next thought.
He's fucking my mouth!
The thought turned George's semi into full on arousal and he heard Davyn laugh, he didn't know at what but he didn't care. All George knew was that he had experienced the fastest hard on from nothing but a kiss, in all his experience with other men, none had been able to do this to him. To make him feel like he wanted to release himself in his pants, then pull this guy to the ground where they stood and let their bodies take over from there.
Davyn pulled back gasping, he still hung on to George's neck and he let his own head hang from his shoulders. He raised his head and groaned at seeing George's lips wet and swollen, his chin red with a rash caused by Davyn's stubble. Davyn loosened his hands on George's neck and throat, he gave him one, two, three small, slippery kisses before pulling away from him, Davyn couldn't keep from touching him though, he ran a finger over the redness on George's neck.
"I think I've bruised you?" Davyn panted and was delighted and shocked when George shrugged.
"Its okay, I can take it." Davyn barely concealed his fangs he smiled so wide. Davyn had been alive so long he could judge aspects of a person's character within minutes; he saw that George was perhaps not a pain freak but he sensed that the underlying passion in him was likely to make him very dirty in bed. Davyn's arousal was so hard now it hurt and he laughed, running a hand over his hair.
"Are you going to be there?" Davyn asked expectantly, he phrased the question almost like a dare, George's face slid back into its serious expression though there was awe shining through his expressive eyes.
"Without a doubt." Screw playing hard to get, George thought and gave Davyn a smile that was utterly sexual to Davyn's mind.
"I'd like to carry this on," Davyn breathed, "but I have somewhere I need to be. I'll see you tonight."
"Tonight," George agreed and watched Davyn disappear down the street, George's heart pumped wildly when Davyn turned and gave him a smile that made his cock twitch. George blew out a breath and leaned back against the wall once Davyn had fully disappeared, he couldn't believe what had just happened. George cast a look around him, glad that they were in a deserted part of the area, more or less in an alley way or the mouth of it. He'd just kissed a guy he didn't know in broad daylight in the middle of the street, it was madness. George had always been a rather conservative person, he was a serious person, not one to let impulse rule over reason and logic. But Davyn had made George's well ordered mind go like a T.V screen with a blown fuse, he'd blanked out anything logical and just let Davyn's wild tongue continue to blow all his fuses. George tried to hide his smile as he moved back to where his car was parked … he could not wait for tonight!
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Davyn came through the bolt hole quietly and serenely even though his body was raging, knowing it would not do for his men to see their commander and right hand of their leader to be anything but calm. He walked through the sparse scattering of men, ever since the revelations that Dimmi blood could allow them to walk in sunlight the halls of Kalosis were hardly ever full. His Spathi kin were enjoying that which had been denied to them for centuries, some of the elder Spathi like Davyn and their leader, Stryker had been alive before the curse and knew the value of what they had lost when Apollo threw a hissy fit. Davyn knew that he should report to Stryker and let him know he was back within the Atlantean hell realm where Apollymi offered them refuge all those centuries ago but he wanted some time alone. The image of George's ravished lips came to his mind and Davyn found himself panting through his mouth as he walked down the hall to his quarters. A part of him was a little confused, Davyn had known for centuries that he had been attracted to men rather then women so that was not what was bothering him. In the daimon world where most if not all the Spathi's had descended or were born in ancient Greece, a diamon's sexual preferences never cast a stain on his reputation as a warrior of worth or the ability to wield a sword. Most of them came from ancient Greece where it was common place for men to have kept young boys as love slaves; the years away from their wives at war caused the soldiers to turn to each other for their carnal pleasure. Davyn remembered his own time back in Greece when he'd had a great number of lovers, both in and out of his regiment; they ranged from politicians to generals. Davyn grimaced; he had been quite a slut over the years. Yet no one had ever, ever, made such an impact on his body and mind as George had. He couldn't place what it was about the guy that made him so hot for him; the guy was human for Apollo's sake!
But that kiss …
Davyn wanted to find Medea, Stryker's daughter and his new best friend, and tell her about George. Being gay didn't automatically make Davyn a woman and give him the need to gossip like one, but he didn't need to worry about that with Medea. Since she had come to live with her mother and father here they had grown close, close enough for Davyn to share this with her, however it occurred to him that though Medea had no real love for her father she might let something slip to her mother. Davyn didn't want hi leader finding out how much he was feeling this human, especially with how much Stryker despised them.
Davyn went into his quarters and closed the door, he stretched and drew his t-shirt over his head, he caught sight of himself in the mirror by the wall and noted with a rush of excitement that his own lips were a little swollen. He was glad now that he'd not gone with his initial idea to go straight to Stryker; his leader was an observant man and would have noted that Davyn looked as if someone had tried to suck his face off. That thought made him grin naughtily at his reflection, he thought of how George had tried to fight him for control and lost, how he'd seen the hopelessness of fighting Davyn's skill and passion and submitted. Davyn could not wait to have George submitting to him in a whole new way, one that required more then their lips, there was no doubt to Davyn that their relationship, brief or long, would go that way. He would have George, the pumping of his heart at the thought of the guy's face told him so, as did the constant ache in his cock. Davyn yawned and went to the side board where a basin and pitcher sat, rather old fashion but then he didn't like to move completely with the times. Giving his face a quick wash and wetting his hair, Davyn stripped off the rest of his clothes and crawled into bed. Centuries of sleeping in the day time couldn't simply be discarded at the drop of a hat; this was like the early hours of the morning for an average human. Davyn lay on his back and stared up at his mirrored ceiling and examined his body with pride, knowing he was both everything a woman and a gay man would want in a sexual partner. He could do sexual, Davyn thought, but he didn't do dates, he didn't do jokes or real personality. The only reason he'd asked George out was because he knew he'd never get to sleep with him without one, George was unfortunately not a whore. Yet Davyn had to admit there was something about that he rather liked, it was like a chase. Davyn wanted George; after they'd been together he could say goodbye to him with a cheery wave, but without tasting him Davyn would feel like his body was forever aching for a release inside of him. It had been a long time since Davyn had wanted someone this bad physically, he intended to have him, Davyn tried not to deny himself anything.
Davyn watched his reflection sweep his hand over his smooth, hairless chest, down his stomach feeling his ripped abs, gained over a couple of lifetimes of battles and work outs. Davyn folded his other arm under his head still watching his reflection; his manly hand swooped down over his abdomen and captured his hard cock in his hand. He remembered back to earlier that day, of kissing George, instead of pulling away Davyn pictured himself pulling George closer, of running his hands down George's back and gripping his ass firmly in his hands and hearing George's gasp of aroused surprise. Davyn stroked himself slowly letting his fantasy continue, of him making George breathless with need, of George begging him explicitly for him to assuage those needs. Davyn bit his lip leaving fang dents in his bottom lip, his eyes were hooded as he watched his hand pleasure himself, sweat broke out on his body and he could not stop a half gasp half groan escaping his mouth. His hand quickened, slipping down to touch and cup his balls, Davyn hissed when he did this, his heels digging in hard to the mattress as a shock wave of pleasure zinged through his body. He felt the boiling liquids fill his smooth shaft as he imagined George coming victim to his extreme sexual desires. Davyn heard the door to his room open and turned his head but did not stop his hand, daimons were not creatures of modesty even if they had developed the human tendency for privacy, Nikolas sauntered in. Nikolas was the known slut of the Spathis, he did anything that was breathing, a decent soldier and cunning, he made a fair warrior but Davyn used him when he was particularly in need for a fuck.
"Hmm," Nikolas purred licking his lips, "such a lonely way to spend the day, Davyn."
Nikolas moved towards the bed and placed one knee upon it as his gaze ate hungrily at Davyn's large cock. Nikolas licked his bottom lip again, he had been under Davyn's pounding body enough to know Davyn was a creature of turbulent passion, he also knew it was the only reason he hadn't had his ass kicked to Iceland and back for coming into his quarters uninvited. Nikolas took a chance, seeing that Davyn was so deeply into his throes, he let his hand travel up Davyn's outstretched leg, Davyn gave a little groan.
"Spending yourself on cold sheets," Nikolas continued, watching avidly as Davyn's cock became coated in its own wetness; Nikolas reached out his hand and took Davyn's swollen, heavy balls in his hands. Davyn cried out as if in pain, watching Nikolas but seeing George, knowing it was Nikolas but wanting it to be George. "You haven't been generous with yourself of late, Davyn. Haven't given your soldiers any mouthfuls for a while. We wondered if you've become soft."
Nikolas's eyes paused on Davyn's cock that he still worked not bothering to listen to Nikolas's drabble. Nikolas moved his hand closer and quick as a flash Davyn took hold of a handful of the daimons long, straggly blond hair, he twisted it viciously in his grasp. Nikolas cried out in pain and Davyn smiled.
"Weakling!" Davyn snarled with disgust, he pulled Nikolas's head lower, "use your mouth!" Davyn commanded him and Nikolas was only too eager to serve, he set his fleshy lips around Davyn's broad, sensitive head. Davyn opened his mouth wide and let out a noiseless gasp; Nikolas moved his head and worked his mouth in only a practiced whore could. Davyn felt Nikolas's hands climbing his thighs and pulled tighter on his hair.
"Don't touch me!" Davyn bit out, thrusting himself deep into Nikolas's mouth, "keep your hands off me!"
Nikolas did as he was told and continued to administer to Davyn, swirling his tongue and sucking him hard. Finally, while thinking of doing something to George that would likely have him posted as perverted, Davyn released into Nikolas's mouth, holding the back of Nikolas's head to him so the man would be forced to take all Davyn pumped out of himself and into Nikolas's mouth. Davyn pulled Nikolas off of him, not missing the gleam of anticipation in Nikolas's eyes, he wanted to be fucked and he wanted it hard, Davyn despised the kind of weakness Nikolas displayed. It was a weakness of the body that he constantly sought carnal satisfaction, and it therefore made his mind weak also. Davyn turned Nikolas around and without preamble bit deeply into Nikolas's neck, he took no blood and he didn't penetrate Nikolas in any way, it was purely for the satisfaction of causing pain and warning Nikolas away from him. He threw Nikolas from him and he hit the floor skidding a little way, he glared up at Davyn with hatred while Davyn gently wiped the blood from his lips.
"You selfish bastard!" Nikolas sneered, "you fucking prick!"
Davyn came up off the bed and Nikolas crawled away as fast as he could. "Remember your talking to your fucking Captain, whore!" Davyn snarled, "make the mistake of looking at me the wrong way again and you'll die. In front of everyone!"
Nikolas ran from the room leaving Davyn naked and alone, he felt drained in the way coming always made a man feel, but he'd come into Nikolas's mouth not George's. He wanted George, Davyn felt himself harden again, he had to have him tonight.
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"Where are you going?"
George turned to see Alice leaning against the jamb of his room's en suite bathroom door, she looked suspicious and amused. George worked his lips trying to hide a smile while he worked cream into the skin of his smooth chest and pecs.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" George answered in his trade mark, emotionless voice. Alice didn't take this as the rhetorical question it was meant to be and pushed herself away from the door frame, looking amused and triumphant.
"It looks to me like your tarting yourself up for something. Or someone," she added pointedly, George refused to answer but carried on creaming his body and freshly shaven face.
"Is it someone I know?" Alice asked, George knew she was trying to be casual about the whole thing but he also knew that his noisy big sister hated being in the dark for long. Besides she was his closest confidant, even closer then Tabby or José, and it was the first time she'd ever seen him put so much care into his appearance for a date.
"No," George said shortly and Alice nodded.
"Does he live around here?" George shook his head.
"What's his name?" George shrugged, and Alice stomped her foot.
"Tell me!" she whined, "it is my right as your big sister and carer to know who has got my little brother fluffing himself up!"
"I am not fluffing myself," George rolled his eyes, he had little time for Alice's exaggerations.
"I can't believe you won't tell me," she groused and George shrugged again, he took a step back and admired himself in the mirror, he wore nothing but a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. George glanced over at Alice, he wanted her gone so he could have some time for himself, he wanted to just chill naked in his room for a while so when he dressed he wouldn't be sweaty and irritable. Plus George found his thoughts continually drifting back to Davyn, the mysterious Greek stranger, who's unorthodox dating rituals excited George as much as he felt threatened by them. Davyn had demonstrated today that he had been prepared the take George in the street had he let him, yet he'd pulled back and asked George on a date. The man's actions contradicted his body, there was blatant need and want for sex in Davyn's eyes today, and George would have felt hard pressed to deny him, yet he'd actually asked George on a date.
"Are you going to be coming home tonight?" George asked Alice in a level voice, he could practically see the filthy thoughts going through Alice's mind and they showed in her wicked grin. "You know what I mean," George said showing the first sign of the impatience in his nature. Alice simply laughed at him.
"No, I doubt I'll be home early enough to interrupt …" she paused for effect and George sent her a dirty look over his shoulder, "anything."
"Good," he muttered before turning his back to the mirror and leaning against the sink, "where do you go all night? I mean, its not as if you have a boyfriend."
Alice generally didn't come home until early hours of the morning most weekends and sometimes her friends simply phones up out of the blue and she'd be off with them partying and coming home looking wrecked. George found it hard to believe his sister was simply fucking any guy she saw in the clubs, it just wasn't the way she was. It wasn't the way George was, well not until today anyway, he found it hard to think of how he was going to manage to resist Davyn's great good looks, foreign charm and extreme magnetic sexual pull. Then again, did he want to resist? And that was what scared him, George wished he could talk about it to someone but the only person who he really wanted to speak to was Alice, but there were only so many things you could tell a sister. Though if all went well he'd talk to her about it after 'it'.
"Out," Alice said vaguely and moved towards the door, she paused to look back at him with a happy smile. "Have a good time, okay? Just be careful."
"Always am," George said with a ghost of a smile, his sister's love was something he sometimes took for granted but right then he heard her words and was warmed by them. "Don't leave your dirty panties around!"
"Tramp!" she called back and shut his bedroom door firmly, George let his mouth relax into a real smile and turned back to the mirror and studied his reflection. Ever since he was young he'd taken care in his appearance, he went to the gym regularly and though he used a car for work, nine times out of ten he'd walk to the grocery store rather then drive. He ate well, drank occasionally, had never taken drugs - George felt a prickle of embarrassment, didn't that make him rather boring?
George studied his common coloured hair and his bluish grey eyes, he was a little on the pale side but that was because they had just come out of winter and he wasn't into using fake tan. He imagined his hand next to Davyn's, the guy had a natural honey tone complexion as well as being the buffest man alive. George knew he had a good body and his face was okay, but he wasn't the greatest looking guy in New Orleans, he couldn't really understand why Davyn wanted him, surely he could have any guy he wanted. George walked into his bedroom, stripping off his towel and laid naked on his bed, the bathroom had been a little steamed and hot so he leant over to switch the fan on. Davyn could have any guy he wanted, he very likely had every guy he wanted, what would he do when he found out George was as inexperienced as he was? Would it turn him off? Very likely. George hand rested on his thigh but as thoughts of Davyn turned sexual he moved it to his cock, the images flickering behind his closed eyes caused a surge of blood into his groin and George was pumping himself hard.
Davyn was on his knees in front of George, George imagined Davyn's tongue swirling around the head of his cock, he watched Davyn suck his whole length into his mouth only to relinquish it so he could tongue George's balls. George was tugging hard at his cock and thrusting against his hand, he bit his lips and turned over on to his side, his body scrunching up as he felt the tightening in his balls which his other hand played with. George exploded suddenly, his shout muffled by turning his mouth into his pillow, he released on to his sheets and over his body, George worked the warm come around his semi half cock and then run his hand over his stomach and chest were he was smeared. George panted gently as he got up from the bed and moved towards the bathroom again.
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Davyn was knew he was early as he sauntered through the doors of Sanctuary, he immediately felt the predatory stares of the women and the appraising ones of the Weres. He chose a table in the corner where it was dark and secluded and waited for a waitress to approach him, as she made her way over swinging her hips for all she was worth, she was stopped by a Were. Davyn wasn't familiar with any Were-Hunters, although they were considered by Apollites as cousins. Most of the time the Were-Hunter community chose to stay out of the goings on between daimons and Apollites, however the Peltiers of the Sanctuary in New Orleans were known for habitually lending a hand to the Dark-Hunters. Plus with many of the pathetic civilian daimons now taking their chances and feeding on the Were cubs, it had broken the shaky relationship between them. The blond Were made his way over and Davyn eyed the six foot something frame of pure muscle and hostility.
"What can I get you?" the Were asked and Davyn gave him a cold smile, the Were might think he was tough but he'd never faced down a true Spathi.
"Got any O negative?" Davyn said with a laugh and watched with glee when the Were's face hardened.
"You know the laws, ink blot!" the Were snapped, "we find any dead in our club or our neighbourhood, we'll send Acheron out after you himself. Especially if its one of our human staff."
Davyn gave a smooth, beautiful laugh, "I don't think Acheron jumps when you call, little cub."
"Perhaps not," the Were remarked, "but a lot of people around here owe us favours. You may think you're good, but you're never as good as a clan of bears. You remember that." The bear stepped back and then said once again. "What are you having?"
"Warning heeded," Davyn said with a casual grin that showed the tip of his fang, "and I'll have a bud."
The bear nodded and was a bout to move away when Davyn couldn't resist one final comment. "Word of the wise, bear. You might be what goes bump in the night for humans, but I am what comes after you, and believe me there is nothing worse then that."
The bear snorted as if he didn't believe a word of what Davyn had said, Davyn let it go and sat back in his seat. Feeling like their warning was duly noted the bears felt it safe to send his beer over with one of the human waitresses. She gave him a flirtatious look which Davyn ignored, it usually made him laugh when women tried so hard to make him notice them. Most of the time it didn't occur to them that a guy as good looking as he would be gay, instead they went to any and all lengths to turn his head and sway him from his obvious devotion to the girlfriend they imagined him having. Yeah, sisters really stick together, don't they?
Davyn thought briefly about Stryker's orders, and if he took Stryker's words literally he wasn't necessarily disobeying them. Stryker had merely pointed out that leaving Kalosis alone would be a bad idea now that the Dimmi had cottoned on that they were hunting them, their ranks couldn't afford to be depleted. However, Stryker hadn't forbidden them to leave the Atlantean hell realm, he had merely disobeyed them from battling the Dimmi until he gave specific orders. Zolan, Stryker's other general, had said he would cover for Davyn for a little while, at least until dawn.
Davyn looked up as the doors to Sanctuary came open, his heart picked up a few beats when George walked through them, George stood a moment scanning the room before their eyes locked. George moved through the crowd and Davyn saw that more then a few women glanced at him also, Davyn licked his lips, this guy was all his. Racking his brain quickly for something to say, Davyn waited for George to get to the table.
"Hey," George said, taking his seat a little awkwardly as if waiting for Davyn to object to it.
"I wondered if you'd turn up," Davyn said with a grin.
"Why wouldn't I?" George said casually and Davyn's grin widened.
"Perhaps because you wondered whether I would."
George paused for a moment, thinking that Davyn was unbelievably astute and very forthright with his thoughts.
"Well, I like to give people the benefit of the doubt," George gave Davyn a quick smile before motioning to the waitress.
"What would you have done if I hadn't been here?" Davyn wondered aloud and George gave him a quizzical look. George did not pander to people's egos and he wasn't making exceptions for anyone, even Davyn the sex god.
"I'd have spoken to some of the guys I know at the bar," George replied, not that he knew any of them particularly well, just a few who he had become acquainted with through Tabby. George cringed when Davyn raised an eyebrow. "I hope that didn't sound as if I'm not bothered?"
"I like to call it resourceful," there was admiration in Davyn's voice as well as a healthy dose of lust. The waitress came over and took the order, all the while George shifted under Davyn's intense stare. Even while they were speaking the guy did not take his eyes off George, and George could tell as if he could read Davyn's mind that Davyn planned to take him tonight, whether George wanted it or not. George's only thought was that it was lucky he not only wanted it, but felt like he needed it. The pair slipped into a silence that was uncomfortable on George's part though Davyn simply sat and stared at his prey, the waitress deposited the bud in front of George who sipped it. Davyn leant forward placing his elbows on the table and lowering his voice, their eyes locked.
"Did you think of me today?" Davyn murmured in a hoarse voice, George held the beer in his mouth and lowered the bottle very, very slowly, he gulped the liquid down unable to take his eyes from Davyn's blue ones.
"Yes," George said a little breathlessly, "yes, I did."
Davyn smiled triumphantly and leaned back, "I thought of you."
"Did you?"
"um hmm," Davyn licked his bottom lip before taking another sip of his beer, George wanted to shake his head to disperse the sudden fantasy of Davyn tonguing the top of the bottle as if it were something else entirely. Blushing, George looked away and cleared his throat, when he looked back at his date, Davyn was grinning widely with a twinkle in his eye.
"So you're in the army?" George tried to take his mind away from Davyn overwhelming sexual presence, and tried to bring conversation back to the normal or mundane.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you on leave here or …?"
"I could be called back at any moment," Davyn asked as truthfully as possible, too many lies made too many complications. Besides why lie? Davyn only wanted enough conversation to coax George on to his back and giving him some fun.
"Are you posted in Iraq or Afghanistan?" George asked genuinely interested in Davyn's life, it made Davyn seem more down to earth knowing that he wasn't purely a decorative pretty boy and that he actually did something useful with his life. Not just useful but brave, admirable and heroic, that shouldn't have been a turn on for George but it was. And as for the pretty boy comment, there was nothing pretty or boyish about Davyn he was all man.
"I'm not part of the American forces," Davyn said enigmatically and George arched a brow.
"Greek?" George asked and Davyn took a long draught of his beer before saying, "something like that."
George raised an eyebrow and wondered if he was being duped here, "what rank are you?"
"I am a general," Davyn said and George snorted and shook his head, Davyn paused when George gave a disappointed sigh and fiddled with the label on his bottle.
"Something wrong?" Davyn inquired and George sent him a slightly condescending look.
"Look, I don't appreciate being lied to."
Davyn frowned, "And I've done that how?"
"Davyn, you're what? Twenty-two, twenty three? I might just be a computer geek but I know the chances of you being a general at that age is slim and nil. So please don't insult my intelligence."
Davyn was taken aback by George's ability to reprimand someone sharply without raising his voice or insulting them. In his world when you gave someone an order it was usually in a tone that suggested you'd seen better looking dog shit on the street. He realised that being completely honest with George wasn't going to get him very far, some things that were true weren't necessarily going to be valid in George's world.
"Is it so unbelievable?" Davyn asked, his face growing completely serious, he saw with satisfaction that George's face flickered, he was doubting himself.
"Well, generally speaking most men in the army -"
"Have you ever been in the army?" Davyn cut him over sharply and George frowned.
"Well, no -"
Davyn cleared his throat pointedly and George blushed adorably, they were silent for a moment where George seemed to silently debate with himself.
"I apologise," George said finally, Davyn couldn't help but give him a gloating smile, "I was wrong."
Davyn paused and raised an expectant eyebrow. "you're not getting anymore then that!" George snarled and Davyn barked out a laugh.
"You're so prickly," Davyn laughed and George looked uncomfortable.
"I made an assumption and misjudged you," George relented, "for a person that is regularly met with assumption I abhor it."
"You know what they say about assume?" Davyn said and George found himself smiling at the typical old joke.
"It makes an ass out of u and me," they said together, they grinned at each other and George broke the intense connection by dropping his gaze to his beer.
"What do people assume about you?" Davyn asked curiously and George's smile took on a cynical look. Davyn wasn't sure which he found more sexy George's controlled, stoic, slightly cynical side or his blushing, innocent, rather unsure one.
"That I'm a shy virgin or I'm the garden variety fag," George said in a monotone, Davyn let out a crack of laughter, he couldn't believe how genuinely amusing he found the sexy little human. Both his prickly and soft side was one he'd like to sample, Davyn found his fantasies alternating between taking the hard edged George and the pliant, submissive one, Davyn's erection gave a twitch.
"Do they really? You don't act gay."
"I know," George said with a droll look, Davyn signalled for another round. "What about you?"
"Hmm?"
"You don't act gay, you certainly don't look it. So what assumptions do you get?"
"Err … that I'm completely cold. That I don't want any type of relationship -"
"That you're a slut?" George supplied again with the sexy cynical edge, Davyn smirked, "exactly."
George looked down at the table wondering whether to voice his next question. "Are you looking for a relationship?"
Davyn felt his heart rate pick up with excitement, this is where he would reel him in. "Doesn't everyone?"
"Not everyone," George remarked.
"Don't you?"
"Yeah, I do."
Davyn gave a pause and wondered whether to go ahead with stringing the poor human along, Davyn only wanted to tumble him in between the sheets. But fortunately or unfortunately, whichever may be the case, Davyn could not push the image of George spread out for his mercy out of his mind. He leant forward and slipped his hand on to George's thigh under the table, he felt George twitch but the human gave no facial indication to have felt anything.
"When you thought about me today?"
"Yes?" George felt himself begin to shake with anticipation and, dare he admit it, fear.
"Did you come hard?" George felt his throat go dry and he was unable to form words for a moment or so, the fear held him in a trance. What should he say? Should he admit that yes, he'd had one of the best orgasms he's had for a long time? Or should he play it cool? George shook off his hang ups, he anted someone to pluck his cherry once and for all, he'd like to have known Davyn for a little while before he did this but right now the pulsing in his cock was so painful it felt like the head was about to explode.
"Yeah, I did. Did you?"
Davyn arched a brow and in answer moved his hand up higher to cup George's hard bulge, George sucked his breath in sharply.
"How far away do you live?" Davyn murmured, staring deeply into George's eyes, Davyn felt his skin heat with anticipation.
"Five minutes," George croaked, Davyn stood up with an expectant look at George, George followed suit and when the waitress came over with their other beers Davyn flicked her a twenty and marched George out the doors.
The next chapter will feature several lemon scenes, be aware of this before you read.