Keywords/Pairings: Oh you'll know.
*wink**wink*
This is a new
one for me I would think, more, er, laden with sexual tension than I would
normally put in….I'm experimenting ^-^ so everyone who's been badgering
me for a lemon be happy, you might just see one here. blush> Oh, oh,
which leads me to a favor I want to ask…lemon-writers out there, can someone
help me by beta-ing my blatant lemon, *if* I do make one that is…lol>
I feel like
there are a lot of tenses I screwed here but ah well…I can never really
tell ^-^ Forgive me for the grammatical lapse?
On with the
ficcie!
Ruby Red Cacophony
Part 1
Blood.
It thrums and sings to my kind, a sensual
crooning that beckons one to come closer, to worship at the fount, to partake
of its life-giving taste. Even in the most raucous ballroom, its melody
summons. Like a Master calling out to its slave.
And I, I cannot do anything but obey.
Its call is too siren sweet to ignore. I nip at the barrier, licking the
skin that separates me from ambrosia, feeling the erratically thrumming
pulse beneath as he writhes at my sensual touch. I pleasure him, using
all the talents I have learned in over 500 years.
Some of my kind wouldn't have done
this, opting to brutally take what they want in seconds and leaving behind
the violated corpse of their victims. But I am different. I see no reason
to resort to violence when what could be taken, could be taken with both
sides experiencing pleasure. It is no loss to me to give pleasure to someone
who would die afterwards anyway.
Besides, I love prolonging the ecstatic
pleasure of taking the sweet nectar at my leisure.
His moans are getting louder now and
I can tell he is reaching his peak. I quicken too, knowing that the time
is nigh.
There!
As he screams out in pleasure, he does
not notice me biting down on the soft skin of his inner elbow, gaining
access to his sweet, sweet, living blood as it gushes forth from between
my lips. The knowledge of the carmine blood draining his life, softly,
in the maelstrom of emotions buffeting him, and filling me with his vitality
excites me to no end.
Pleasure bursts forth, scintillating,
shattering.
I close my eyes in ecstasy. There is
nothing like this in the whole world. Nothing, not even the physical intimacy
of sex, could ever compare to this.
It makes me feel alive.
…powerful.
…deathless.
As it should. As it always will.
***
"Home, Perry."
"Yes, M'lord!"
As the coachman jumps up into his seat,
the carriage moves forward with a tiny lurch as the thoroughbreds in front
respond to the flickering of the coachman's whip.
The lone passenger of the carriage
leans back on the padded seat, basking in the moonlight that filters in
from the open window, his face replete with the satisfied look of one who
had just made a conquest.
It is his way to bask in the afterglow
after a night such as this, feeling so vitally alive that he banks his
extraordinary senses in favor of limited mortal ones, remembering a time
long past when he had had to rely on said limited sensations.
That is probably why he doesn't sense
the muffled sound of hoofbeats on the packed ground until the intruders
are almost upon them.
Tzing!
The sound of a gunshot. He shoots up
from his seat to find himself face to face with a gun barrel.
"Stand and deliver!"
Highwaymen.
A small smile curves his features as
he relaxes back unto the cushions.
/Tch! This time you have picked
the wrong victims, little mortals. I am Youji of the Fallen Kindred and
I can crush you easily. But I won't. I do not have the inclination to.
Be thankful that I have had dinner already, else you would be dead by now,
which is not to say that you won't be dead by the time we're through with
this charade of yours./
The carriage door clicks open and the
gun shows itself again, followed by a blonde-haired blue eyed…boy in a
mask that barely covered his features.
/These silly mortals./
"Please get out, Your Lordship."
The request was quiet, made in a cultured
voice that fills him with surprise. As does the appearance of all three
once he got out of the carriage. Highwaymen are suppose to be uncultured,
unwashed louts. What stands before him are finely dressed young men in
ridiculous masks of the ballroom variety.
/So, the noble-born boys want to
have a bit of sport do they? I can follow along those lines./
They amuse him, these mortal nobles
playing at highwaymen. And it shows in his cat-green eyes as he looks the
situation over.
"Hn."
One of the "highwaymen" clears his
throat and Youji turns to look at him through the fur-lined hood of his
cape. This would be the leader of the group.
Youji's brows arch in mirth. It follows
that they would select someone of garish brilliance to represent themselves
with. Red-hair, lavender eyes, they could never get more garish than that.
So very predictable for nobles playing at being highwaymen.
This one did not interest him at all.
If he had been Schuldich, he would probably be instantly attracted to such
a combination. The red-haired Kindred had a weakness for brightly plumaged
victims. Youji on the other hand preferred…something else.
/Maybe I can find someone more of
my taste in his companions…/
He scanned the red-haired highwayman's
other companions. The little blond stood near the redhead. He was…pretty,
to the point of looking like a girl. Youji was sure he never lacked for
partners, the combination of bright, large blue eyes and blond hair being
the rage in polite society these days. More Bradley's type than his.
He was about to look at the last highwayman
when the purple-eyed redhead spoke again. The voice a low, clear somewhat
sullen sound in the dark of the night.
"Your Lordship, we will need to divest
your person of valuables."
Purple Eyes inclines his head at Blue-eyed
blonde. Blue-eyed blonde steps backward, turning towards his leader and
shaking his head. The boy must be intimidated by him, Youji thought with
amusement.
/What will you do now, leader? Will
you do it yourself or force the little boy to go? You'd better do something
fast, purple eyes. I am becoming bored fast and a bored Youji kills./
Purple Eyes does neither. Instead,
he turns towards the last highwayman who is still mounted on his horse
sitting in the shadows, the one Youji had been unable to peruse, and makes
hand gestures. The other hesitates then moves forward with a jerk of his
reins.
/I am bored./
The last highwayman moves fast and
when he finally emerges from the shadows and dismounts all Youji could
see is reddish-brown hair. The great chestnut horse blocking his view.
/It is of no moment. I am too bored
to care. You will be the first to die, liitle mortal./
Youji prepares to strike, muscles tensing
without actually looking it, waiting for the last highwayman to come around.
When he finally does, the emerald green eyes of the Kindred meets velvet
brown ones and stops, old mortal memories crowding in to overwhelm Youji.
/Asuka's eyes./
This revelation startles Youji for
a minute, effectively stopping any thoughts to kill, and this allows Velvet
Eyes to come near him. The soft bronze eyes stops just near enough for
the man-boy to whisper two words in a light tone that reminds Youji of
quiet nights spent by the fireside.
"My apologies."
/No, not Asuka, this. But different./
His scent envelopes Youji, the very
instant that he leans in, and the Kindred becomes entranced. Cinnamon and
chocolate. That's how the boy smells like. Quite suddenly, Youji decides
that he wanted this one.
As the young boy starts to reach for
his valuables, Youji let his gaze wander lazily up and down his form. Slender
the boy is, to the point of thinness, but possessing of a wiry strength
that belies the fragility of thin bones. His hair waves into his face,
reddish-brown strands of silk that seem to cover features frozen in between
that of a boy and a man.
The man-boy, Youji estimates, is nineteen
or thereabouts. His movements are a bit too hesitant and awkward, lacking
the swagger of self-assurance a man would have at an older age.
Just the way Youji liked his victims.
He was perfect and Youji would have him.
Brown Eyes suddenly reaches for the
brooch at his throat, the one holding his cape together, unclasping it.
The action frees the cape and the hood that covers Youji's features slips
back a few inches.
Youji shrugs.
The movement further dislodges the
fur-lined hood on his head and it falls gracefully back, spilling golden
waves of hair down to his shoulders. Fully exposed, Youji's finely featured
face shone eerily in the moonlight, a flush tinting his cheeks from the
last kill he had made just hours before.
Silence reigns for a few minutes as
the highwaymen stare, agape. It does not bother Youji in the least though,
he is used to being stared at. All the Kindred are. They possess the elusive
quality of enigmatic mystery that drew mortals to them. Some would pin
it down on presence but the Kindred knew better.
Since time immemorial, mortals have
ever been drawn to the dark ways, the seductive call of the Accursed was
no different. It didn't matter if the Kindred was ugly or not, they still
drew mortals to them like moths to the flame. Not that there are any Kindred
with unprepossessing features. There are none. One meant to last forever
should never be ugly.
Youji looked down to find Velvet Eyes
staring at him too, eyes dilating a little. He smiled and opened his mouth
to speak for the first time since this encounter. Youji's voice was low
but light, sensual and evocative.
"Find something you like, Little One?"
Velvet Eyes flushes and looks down,
trying to cover up his embarrassment by busily emptying Youji's pockets
of their contents.
"What is your name?"
Velvet Eyes look up at him. The brown
depths registering startlement and confusion. His lips moving silently,
like he lost his voice. The flush on his cheeks deepened further and he
quickly looks down, picking up where he left off.
A chuckle made its way to Youji's lips.
The boy blushed easily. Enchanting.
He wondered how the boy would look,
naked and in the throes of passion. Youji was willing to bet that the boy's
body would flush the same luscious rose his cheeks now displayed. His blood
quickened.
Unused to such single-minded scrutiny,
Ken's hands fumbles in the nobleman's cufflinks, self-consciousness making
his hands clumsy.
/Calm yourself, Ken. Its just a
bloody robbery./
But the jade green eyes trained on
him makes it impossible for Ken to even think straight. They were hypnotic
and even now that he has lowered his eyes to attend to his task, he could
*feel* those eyes on his person. It almost seems like invisible hands are
caressing his body.
Ken shivered.
"Ow."
Blood welled where the cufflinks pricked
his finger.
/Serves me right for my inattention./
Ken reaches inside his breast pocket
for his handkerchief but quicker than he could blink, Youji's hand darted
out to catch his own, slowly tugging it towards him, all the while training
mesmerizing eyes on Ken's brown ones.
Ken stood, transfixed as emerald eyes
pinned him motionless in their depths.
Youji brought Ken's hand up and lazily
licked the blood from the small wound. The brown-eyed boy's mouth fell
open and his tongue darted out to lick lips that have suddenly gone dry.
/Ah, the game has begun, my little
mortal. I feel the song of your blood in my veins now. You can't escape
me./
Click!
The sound of a gun behind them breaks
the tension between Ken and Youji as the sullen voice of the highwaymen's
leader broke the silence.
"I suggest you get away from him, if
you value your life, My Lord."
Youji turned to see the redhead's purple
eyes glitter with a hard light. He could sense anger behind the tone. And
the purple depths definitely hold a jealous challenging glint.
