Title: Generation Next- Chapter Three
Characters: Next Generation Black Dagger; Mostly Wrath Junior and (AU) Ilena; John Matthew & Xhexandria's daughter
Rating: MA= Mature Audience
Spoilers: Follows The King

I do not own these marvelous characters- that distinction belongs to J. R. Ward and Penguin Books. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement is intended.

This story will be AU, as it takes place long after current time for the books. However, my desire will be to stay as true to the established characters as I can.

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V.J. was finishing the last of the cleanup when the treatment room door swung open. Warr's large frame soon appeared. "Don't tell me he landed a lucky one," V.J. laughed.

"Nah," Warr smirked. "I just thought I'd give the guys some privacy in the shower. " Warr popped a tootsie pop into his mouth, and flopped onto one of the exam room's rolling chairs. "Poor guy is all cranked up. I'm thinking he's gonna need to take matters into his own hands. Feel me?"

V.J. snickered. He didn't actually "feel" anything, having not entered his transition yet. But he'd spent enough time around the locker rooms to understand, in the theoretical, what Wrath was dealing with. "Male's got it bad for that girl," he shook his head as he planted himself in another of the chairs. "He's looking to have his whole world fucked if heh dad finds out. Not to mention that scary-ass mom of hehs."

"Yeah, I know," Warr shook his head. "But just because they raise us here in this house like a frickin' commune, doesn't mean we're all gonna end up seein' each other as brother and sister." Warr grumbled.

"Well, we both know wheh that comes frahm… don't we?!" V.J. chuckled.

"Fuck you," Warr snarled as he grabbed a plastic emesis bowl and launched it at V.J.

The door slammed open again and Doc Jane entered, followed closely by her hellren. "Oh, are you waiting on me, Warr?" She immediately fell into doctor mode, despite the laugh that was about to launch itself out of her mouth before entering the room.

"Nah," he stood. "Just came to see if V.J. wanted to rock some Borderlands."

"Let's hit it," V.J. affirmed as he too stood.

"Getting more practice on your needle work my man?" V. questioned, as his eyes tracked the pink bowl now lying on the floor across the room.

"Just helping P. keep that precious royal blood in where it belongs," V.J. responded, seeing no reason to lie. Everyone would see his handy work sported across Wrath Jr.'s brow at last meal.

Working in the clinic, and doing these minor procedures on his friends after trainings was currently the only way for V.J. to continue his education. Despite having graduated early from NYU with a B.A. in biochemistry and a perfect score of 45 on his M-CATs, he needed to wait until he was through his transition to enter medical school. While it was possible to make special arrangements for night classes due to a physical impairment, it would be impossible to explain a complete physical transformation half-way through his studies.

V.'s eyes flipped to Warr at V.J. comment. "That male's mom is gonna pound you a new one if you keep beating down her boy. And when the queen ain't happy, we all know what happens to that hellren of hers."

"Better he learn from me than some lesser lookin' to make forelesser by takin' out the heir." Warr shrugged. He knew there wasn't a damn thing Beth or anyone else could really do. Wrath Jr. would train. He would fight. There was no way King Wrath was going to let his son be seen as a pussy by letting him sit out on the sidelines while his brothers went out and fought for the race. Years ago, Wrath had dissolved the monarchy only to have the people elect him king for life. He felt a responsibility to his people. Not the glymera, or the now defunct Princeps Council, but his people, the male and female vampires who lived their lives every day working to put food on their tables and clothes on their kid's backs. He was the people's king, and every death he took personally.

Warr also didn't feel the need to share that he was helping Wrath Jr. work off some personal aggression that was a side effect of his lust for a sweet little thing he shouldn't be feelin'. That was Wrath's business to share or not. He didn't mind letting the guy land a punch or two before he pounded him into submission. Five years later, and he still remembered how messed up all of those new feeling could be. Not to mention having your body jacked overnight, to the point where you practically had to relearn how to walk, and put food in your mouth. He also knew what it was like to be feelin' someone you knew you shouldn't. Someone you should be lookin' at like a sister to protect. Not lookin' to get between her sweet thighs.

V. watched as the mismatched Mutt and Jeff went out the door. "Somethin's up with those yahoos." V informed his shellan. He often caught glimpses into others thought's. And, he'd picked up enough from those two lately to know that there was trouble brewing in the Merry Old Land of Oz.

"Speaking of something being up," Jane teased seductively. "Weren't we going to work on taking care of that?" She pulled his hips in to press against her belly. Her body taking on its solid form, the way it always did at her hellren's touch.

In her life as a human, Jane had been shot and killed by a lesser. Then, her body was turned to ash by Vishous' mother, the Scribe Virgin. Of course, his mom had only ashed Jane in order to prevent her son from bringing Jane back as some kind of evil, zombie like thing. Jane shivered every time she thought about it. V.'s mom ended up giving up her most beloved possessions to bring Jane's essence back to V. So Jane now existed as some sort of ghost; that was probably the best way to describe it. But, when she was with her man, she was all woman. He made her as corporeal as any other being in the place. And the things he could do to her body… oh my. They would arrest you in about forty of the fifty states for the things that male did to her when they were alone in their apartment at the Commodore.

"You asked for it female," Vishous growled as he pushed her through to the recovery room. It was a matter of moments before he had her bent over the end of the recovery bed, with her scrubs down around her ankles. He did love the fact that her uniform provided such easy access. Vishous pulled his glove off and began to run his hand up and down her body, as he used his other hand to pop open his leathers and slide them down his thighs.

"Are you ready for me babe?" he growled as his teeth tugged at her ear. His fingers pinched her nipples, bringing her to that precise place where she straddled the tipping point between pleasure and pain. His fingers slid down her body and into her core. "Always so wet baby."

His fingers were quickly replaced by his erection, as he took his time sliding into her. "How do you want it?"

"I want it slow puppy," Jane moaned. "I want it real slow."

V. gave his female exactly what she wanted. He used his hands, his lips, and his cock to make love to every part of her. He teased her; brought her to the edge of orgasm over and over. After years of making love, she knew her pleasure was entirely in his control, and he never let her down. Hard and fast, slow and tender, it always ended with her begging for release.

"V., plee-se, I need it now," she finally relented. It felt like an eternity had passed. Her thighs were no longer holding her; only the pressure of her hips against the bed and his body at her back. Every muscle twitched and trembled with need.

"You got it babe," he drawled as he pulled out yet again. One more long, slow slide that sent a surge of electricity straight from her clit to the hairs on the back of her neck, and then he was slamming into her. His hands moved again her breasts, her clit, and up around her neck. All the while he pounded into her like this was the last fuck he was ever going to have. He was giving her every piece of him. He was branding her as owned.

He knew just when to put his hand against her mouth so he could catch her scream as she came apart around him. He lost his seed as well. Almost twenty-five years later and she was still his whole world.

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"Personally, I think so-called "common language" is more interesting and apropos than "proper English"; it's passionate and powerful in ways that "wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow" just isn't."
― J.R. Ward, The Black Dagger Brotherhood: An Insider's Guide