So this is my first chapter story and I hope I can keep up with it. But, I should, considering Im stuck at my Grandma's house for a week with nothing to do, but write.
Anyways, Im actually pretty proud with how this came out. And at this moment in time, I have no idea where it will go, but I do have plans. So Ill leave you to it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, all of which who are owned by Smeyer.
The morning light shone in through the window, the curtains haphazardly strewn on the pane from the nights activities shielding no one from the bright dawn. The golden glow penetrated the room, basking the white walls, turning them to a yellow hue. The glow crept along the walls, intimately touching furniture, reaching to the furthermost wall of the room. Against the wall rested a Victorian chaise, red as the dusk sun, turning ever more brilliant as the light slid along its frame, setting its two occupants aflame.
Two bodies, one a healthy tan, the other milky pale, gleamed, a sheen of sweat coating their naked flesh. The two bodies rutted against each other, breathy gasps permeating the hot summer air. The smaller of the two sat atop the larger frame of a male, hands on a broad chest, shoulders slumped and head downcast, dark locks framing the face. Strong hands gripped roughly on narrow hips, moving the body up and down slowly, yet harshly. The small hands rubbed luxuriously on the tanned chest, slender fingers wrapping in the dark curls adorning the slightly wrinkled pectorals. Guttural grunts left a slack mouth as the thrusts became short and sharp. A moan left plump, bruised lips and a head was thrown back, the man beneath the small frame letting himself go into the body.
After breaths were controlled and heart beats slowed, the man lifted the body off of his own, placing it back onto the chaise. The man walked over to a corner of the room, retrieving his clothing before slipping on the white dress pants and buttoning up the equally white shirt. He started searching around almost frantically before a presence behind him alerted him. An arm was outstretched, a fragile looking hand holding a black silk tie.
"Thank you." The man grunted out, placing the fabric around his neck, tying it in place before grabbing white blazer and heading towards the door. His hand on the handle, he turned and faced the naked body. "I'll make sure to tell Him of how... accommodating you were." He nodded and left.
The effeminate boy walked over the chaise, grabbing worn out khaki slacks, and an off-white shirt and a green vest. Dressing himself, he walked to the door, exiting and making his way out of the hotel, and onto the open street, leading him to a bazaar. The street was packed with patrons running in and out of shops, or quickly heading to carts to get the good produce. Children were running around playfully, laughing and skipping out of their mothers hands and fleeing from shop keepers who ran out yelling about "shenanigans".
The boy walked past a cart with various of fruit and picked up an apple, tossing a coin to the merchant before he could object. He tossed the apple into the air, squinting his eyes as it eclipsed the bright early sun. He meandered down the road losing himself in thought, until he realized he had came to his destination. He looked up at the large wooden doors, reaching up to one of the handles and pulling open with slight force. He entered into a long hallway, making his way down after hearing the door slam behind him.
At the end of the hallway, he was met by yet another pair of wooden doors that were intricately embroidered with gold designs swirling into one another. A pale hand wrapped around golden bar door handles and tightened as the boy took a breath before entering. With his head bowed down he opened the door slowly, turning around to close the heavy wood softly, and turning back to the center of the room, head still bowed.
"Ah, child. You have returned. Good, good." a flamboyantly chipper voice sounded. "I am expecting a guest, so if you please," he trailed off. This was obviously routine as the boy obediently walked over to a wall and stood next to a short pixie like girl with short black hair just reaching her chin. She was scantily clad in a powered blue baby doll dress, tight around the midriff, providing a bustea to create impressive cleavage. In the girls hand was a small fuzzy, yellowish red peach. Frail fingers held onto the fruit as if for her life. The boy nudged her hand with his own fruit filled one, smiling to her when she shifted her gaze from the floor to him. She gave him a weak smile in return just as the door at the back opened.
The flamboyant voice filled the room once more, greeting the newcomer. "Hello! It's so good to see you, old friend!" Footsteps echoed around as the guest entered to the center, joining the other.
"Hello, Aro. It has been quite long. I see you have been holding up quite well." A deep voice replied. It held amusement for the overly joyful man.
"Yes, yes. My business has been successful. I expect that is why you chose to meet here, James." Aro's voice dropped to its business like state, though excitement was still noticeable.
"You are correct." The man named James said, a smirk visible in his voice.
"Well, then, old friend, shall we take a look at my stock?" He bounced over to the persons lining the wall. "I assure you, they are the best there is. Quick to learn if they have not already." He started to name his "charges", giving information that previous clientele had generously offered. As he reached the end of the line, the man seemed uninterested. Aro, however, did not show an ounce of worry and only got more excited as he reached the pixie like girl.
"Alice. She is one of our newest charges. But do not let that fool you. She has such...experience." His smile could not be contained as James moved on to the boy next to her.
"And him?" He asked, a hungry tone coming to him. The boy was all but unfamiliar with that tone.
"He is our most frequently asked upon." The boy was surprised Aro wasn't jumping, the joy overwhelming him. "He is a fiery one, but many before have said he is well accommodating. And very willful to comply with requests."
"I'll take him." It was finite. The man's voice had gotten deeper, the boy could feel the lust radiating off of the presence in front of him.
They boy felt a jab at his calf and looked up and bright green met cold black. The hand holding the apple brought the fruit to full, red lips. The lips folded up and a set of straight, white teeth bit into the succulent red. Juices from the apple slipped from the side of the mouth and an innocent pink tongue darted out to catch them. The apple left the lips, to be replaced by a finger. Said finger slid in to meet the incisors which harshly bit down, breaking skin; red liquid leaking from the wound. The boy squeezed the finger, urging more blood out, as he dripped it onto the bitten fruit; his eyes never leaving the hungry ones before him. When he felt the fruit had enough of his essence, and offered it to the man still staring at him with intense desire.
"I offer you the fruit of my body, sir." The boy purred.
The man named James reached out to take the apple from the boys's hand, lightly grazing the fingers with his own. The boy ignored the need to shudder when he was met with cool flesh. Instead, his eyes followed the apple on its way to the older man's mouth. He bit into the fruit where the blood was cooling and suppressed a moan from escaping him.
"Good! Good! This is excellent! You will not be disappointed in your choice, James." Aro exclaimed. The black eyes left green as James turned to look to his exuberant friend.
"I will be waiting outside." He stated and left to the door at the far end of the room. The boy was about to leave when a strong grip held him in place. He turned and was met by the fierce gaze of Aro.
"You will not mess this up. He is more important than any old, fat government man searching for relief his wife does not grant him. Mess this up, and you will pay with your life." he seethed quietly. "Understand, Edward?"
"Of course, sir." Edward replied. His arm was released and he was shoved to the door.
"Enjoy your time, Edward!" All traces of malice gone and forgotten in an instant. Edward walked out the door and into the bright midday. He saw a horse drawn carriage and made his way up. A man in a suit opened the door and Edward stepped up into the spacious area. On plush leather seats sat the man named James. He had long blond hair tied back with a simple black ribbon. His face was every bit masculine with a strong jaw and sharp cheek bones, a smirk occupying his lips. He motioned for Edward to join him, but pulled the boy onto his lap as he made for the seat opposite the man. Edward yelped and tried to relax, the arms around his waist tightened. A light kiss was placed on his neck and the man inhaled the scent of the boy.
"You smell delicious. I can't wait to have every bit of you, Edward." Said boy didn't know how this situation was different from any other time, but he soon got the overwhelming feeling that he was not safe with this man.
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Thanks for reading!