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Welcome back for the third and final titillating edition of As the Volturi Turn – er, I mean, Getting Off the Beaten Tracker. James has agreed to come to the tracking competition, but will Demetri manage to seduce him? And whatever shall he wear? Come on in for our tale's exciting conclusion...
Getting Off the Beaten Tracker
Part Three: Go
It was a clear, sunny morning the day of the competition. Sunny – with a chance of sex. I took my time with my grooming ritual, applying first moisturizer, then bronzer, then anti-shine blotting paper, then a light translucent powder, until it appeared as though I had done nothing at all. Perfect.
"Knock knock," a smooth voice said softly at the door. I turned to see Heidi slipping in through the crack. She was elegantly arranged in something not unlike a toga made of a silk bed sheet, and I wondered that her improvised formal wear didn't have something to do with her improved relationship with Felix as of late.
"Good morning, gorgeous," I called, warming a hair balm between my hands and fluffing it gingerly through my hair.
"Sugar, you look... fantastic!" Heidi breathed, taking in the sight of me.
I had to admit she was right. I'd spent days concocting my ensemble, and I knew the one I'd settled on was absolutely perfect. I was arrayed in a slick narrow-waisted grey Prada suit over a crisp blue shirt, the collar of which was jauntily unbuttoned and erect, and the aroma d'jour was something sharp and sexy by Armani, which I was currently dotting behind my ears. "Do you really think so?" I asked with false modesty as I admired the drape of the fabric over my tight ass in the mirror.
"Superb," she said with a nod, sliding her hand over my shoulder and down my back for emphasis. "The way it hugs every masculine curve... and yet looks too cheap to be gay. I think it's perfect."
"Thank you," I said with a quiet smile, pleased to have her approval, though I wondered at her choice of words.
"Aro's waiting for you," she said, raising her eyes from my sculpted backside to my face. "He wants to go over a few things with you before the competition begins."
I rolled my eyes, though I'd been expecting this. "All right, tell him I'll be there momentarily. I just need to wait for my nails to dry," I said, blowing emphatically on the clear veneer I'd hastily brushed across my fingernails.
She arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't keep Aro waiting if I were you. He just caught sight of the giant cardboard check in the banquet hall. Something to the tune of €100,000?" She laughed musically, her violet eyes lighting up with mirth at my expense. "Bold, Dem. I sure hope your nomad's worth it."
Shit! I hadn't meant for Aro to find out about the prize money until after the competition! I tossed aside the bottle of polish, slipped into my leather loafers, and sped out the door behind her.
When we arrived to the assembly hall, Aro, Marcus, and Caius were already seated on the dais in their glorious thrones of doom. Though the hall had been gaily arranged with flowers and streamers in honor of the event, the triad of them looked about as glum as a hipster at a NASCAR rally. They were wearing their usual somber black, with their hair slicked severely back, and sported scowls to match.
Heidi glided past me to join Felix off to the side, where he was dwarfing the tiny form of Jane beside him. Outside I could hear the buzz of voices and my mind was overwhelmed with the number of presences I recognized – Benjamin and a few of the Egyptians, Zafrina and her Amazonian clan, Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme, the Romanians, Victoria, Laurent... I gulped as I realized I could sense James here, too, somewhere apart from the other guests. If I had been human, my palms would have begun to sweat. As it was I just compulsively started humming God Save the Queen. Everyone has a nervous tic – mine's just a bit more patriotic than usual.
"Demetri," Aro began, wanting to waste no time in my censure.
"Yes, Master?" I winced, bowing my head reverently. For some reason, I started humming louder. Felix snorted and I heard Heidi elbow him in the ribs.
"Jane has brought it to my attention that you have chosen a rather large sum as a prize for your competition, is this incorrect?"
I stopped humming and fired a glare at Jane, who snickered. Bitch. "No, sir, that is correct. I had to raise the amount of the prize in order to attract the best talent." This all was completely true, and also completely selfish on my part. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped Aro wouldn't mind the difference.
He exchanged a glance with Marcus and Caius and sighed heavily. "Demetri, you know I'm not angry with you about the money."
I raised my head, perplexed. Funny, he looked pretty angry to me.
Aro continued, "I just hate being left in the dark about such decisions. Promise me you'll consult me first in future, hmm?"
I nodded like a guilty child and mumbled out a promise. By the way Caius was smirking at me I was sure there'd be another, unofficial punishment later. I hoped by then I'd either be so triumphant from my success or sullen from defeat that I wouldn't care what he did to me.
"Good. Now that's all settled. On to today's business," Aro said, putting on a smile. "Heidi, won't you open the doors and invite in our guests?"
Heidi gave a slight bow and walked over to the massive gilded doors, opening them wide and gesturing with a smile for our guests to enter the hall. Dozens of elegantly dressed vampires filed in, politely remarking on the decorations and chattering about the competition and the contestants. I exchanged nods with more than a few, keeping my eyes peeled for James' coven. Finally, Victoria and Laurent slinked in at the back, begrudgingly clothed in something fit for polite society and looking supremely uncomfortable to be here.
Once everyone was inside the hall and listening with rapt attention, Aro proceeded. "Greetings and welcome to the first ever Volturi Tracking Competition!" Aro proclaimed in an understated, yet overall thunderous voice.
There was a smattering of polite applause and he continued, "Before we proceed to today's entertainment, let's cover a few of the rules, to which all the participating contestants have already agreed. As your host Demetri has indicated, our own Alec is keeping all the contestants in the foyer and blocking their tracking powers until the object to be tracked has been placed. Once the object is placed, contestants will have 24 hours and free access to one plane, train, or boat ticket to aid them in their search. For the sake of time, neither Australia, North, or South America will be considered in the bounds of this contest. The first contestant to reach the object will return with it immediately to Volterra. If anyone is accused of cheating – and I will be able to read in their thoughts if they have – they will be immediately disqualified."
Here Aro paused to give the audience a grave look that signified he meant business. Asking a group of vampires not to cheat is like asking a teenage boy to keep his hands out of his Levis, but with so much money on the line Aro was not in the mood to suffer insolence. He cleared his throat and continued in a more cheerful tone, "And of course, the winning contestant will be awarded the grand prize of €100,000!" The audience cheered in earnest at that, and I saw Victoria and Laurent smile with greed at the prospect.
The crowd quieted down and one person – Carlisle Cullen if I'm not mistaken – raised his hand and asked a question: "What is the object to be tracked?"
Aro looked over to me and I smiled, stepping forward to speak to the crowd.
"Me," I said simply.
After being dismissed by Aro and seeing Victoria and Laurent safely deposited into Heidi's protective care ("Come on, sugar," Heidi had cooed at Victoria, taking her by the arm, "Let's have a drink." And after taking in her general appearance had added, "And a bubble bath." Victoria had followed after her helpless and wide-eyed – you didn't deny a Volturi in their own home, after all), I loosened my collar and stepped outside.
Now, where to hide? I smiled with anticipation as I considered my possibilities. After a few moments' deliberation I set off at random, trailing across the Pyrenees, the Alps, the Himalayas... just enough confusion to throw the less talented trackers for a loop. With any luck they'd give up after a few hours and return to the castle for refreshments and a participation certificate and leave the big boys to me. Then I took a spin through Africa, trotting merrily down the Nile and languishing in the Congo, seeing if anyone would take the bait. As night was falling I felt the presence of other trackers gaining ground on me. I steered away from them as soon as I sensed them, jumping rivers, lakes, and seas, anything to get off their radar. When I felt someone approaching I hopped a plane from Johannesburg to St. Petersburg. I laughed as I realized the slower of the better trackers would get all the way to the bottom of Africa only to discover that I'd fled by plane and likely they'd give up in frustration. At last I settled in a taiga bog in Norway, leaning against a tree and biding my time until someone found me.
I didn't have to wait long. A mere hour after I'd tucked in to wait, I felt a presence nearby that caused me to stiffen all over.
James.
He emerged from the trees, a vision of masculine grace and beauty in an understated white t-shirt and jeans. His face was lovely in his fervor for the chase – his eyes keen and black, his nose raised thoughtfully, the line of his jaw set with grim determination.
Unable to help myself, I began to hum God Save the Queen.
He turned suddenly to see me, and the expression on his face darkened to something quite terrible.
"You set me up," he growled, giving my chest a hard shove and flinging me back against a defenseless fir tree.
"No, I didn't," I said, gasping from his sudden violence. "I just knew you'd win – I didn't make you better than the other contestants. You just are." In so many ways, James. In so many ways.
"That's what I mean, Demetri. You knew I'd win, and you thought you'd use it as some kind of sick leverage to get me alone," he said, his voice low and threatening as he stalked towards me, his scarlet eyes narrowed and intense as they stared me down. Saints in heaven, he was the most beautiful predator I'd ever seen. He stopped before me, gripping a powerful hand around my gasping throat.
"No, James, I swear..." My eyes widened as his grip tightened. Of course, I was the older vampire by centuries and could have easily deflected him if I so desired. But right now my desires couldn't be further from that possibility.
"What? You don't think I know what you're up to?" he sneered, using his free hand to wrench one of my arms painfully behind my back. His eyes were flashing a dangerous red as he leaned in closer, his dazzling white teeth bared, his sweet and venomous breath rushing over my face and intoxicating me. "Did you think you'd lure me out here with €100,000 and I'd just whip out my cock and let you suck it?" He pressed his lean body against mine, pinning me to the tree, and I realized with embarrassment that there was no way he could mistake the prominent bulge in my dress slacks for anything but the raging boner for him that it was.
Well, actually...
"Yes," I admitted weakly, slumping back against the tree, completely surrendered to his mercy. This was not turning out the way I had planned. He was probably going to try to hurt me now, and bless my foolish heart, I was probably going to let him. I squeezed my eyes shut, wincing in anticipation of the first blow. Hey, I may have been older, but that didn't mean a younger vampire's bitch slap hurt me any less. Hell, I should know – Felix preferred to practice his newfound Krav Maga obsession on me because he said my pretty face made him the angriest. Go figure.
Thus poised for pain as I was, imagine my surprise when I felt the faint brush of soft lips against my ear. My eyes flew open with surprise. "Then get on your knees, Volturi, before I kick your legs out from under you," James said, his voice dripping with sex and danger. He dragged his hand down from my throat, allowing the claw of his index finger to pop open the buttons of my expensive starched shirt on its lazy descent down to the front of my trousers, where his capable hand palmed my hard-on like a boss. I couldn't help but whimper.
Was this really happening?
"I said on your knees," he hissed, pushing my shoulders down with both hands. I fell hard on my knees, the shock rattling me and knocking my jaw. I shook my head in wonder and looked up at him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his glistening abs. He poked a prodding knee none-too-gently into my chest. "Now show me what you got, Volturi," he said, his eyes now glittering with equal parts lust and amusement.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! This was so going on my blog.
"Yes, yes of course," I said quickly, licking my lips nervously and reaching a hesitant hand out to the bare plane of his beautiful chest. His eyes never left mine as I pulled my hands down the hard ripples of his muscular body and set to work on unfastening his belt. Fearing he would change his mind at any minute, I couldn't help but press a worshipping kiss just below his navel as I slid down the zipper of his jeans, breathing in his amazing, masculine scent, the light fuzz of his hair tickling my nose. He closed his eyes and sighed with approval as peeled down his clothing and revealed the glorious length of his hard, magnificent rod. I took it into my hands reverently, my own cock twitching anxiously as I marveled at how he was just as hard for me as I was for him. For me. My mouth quirked into a gratified smile as his body shuddered under my touch. I wrapped my fingers around his member and gave him a languid introductory stroke to the glory that was one of my blowjobs. I leaned forward to give his tip a tentative lick, earning a gasp from him. I closed my eyes and pulled his cock between my lips, moaning as his salty, throbbing length filled my mouth.
"Quit fucking teasing me and just suck me already," he groaned, trying to sound threatening, but just sounding desperate as I moved my lips lightly over him, my fingers delicately squeezing his balls. I was enjoying the restless way he shifted the weight on his feet as I pulled the tight vacuum of my mouth back and forth slowly. I'd waited for this for years – his fucking cock could wait thirty seconds for me to get my lips warmed up.
Finally, I was done teasing. If James wanted to see what I could do, he was going to get it all the way – scattered, smothered, covered, chunked... the works. He cried out with surprise as I tightened the seal of my lips and started sucking him in earnest, my hand twisting and pumping in time with the motion of my mouth.
"Fuuuuuuck..." he cursed and braced himself against the tree with one arm, fisting his other hand in my hair and arching his hips into me. He was completely wrecking my carefully styled hair and I didn't give a damn. I could feel the muscles of his thighs shaking with his restraint and I made a happy humming noise to let him know that he was cleared for take off. Without further encouragement he began bucking into me harder and faster, and I let him in deeper and deeper until the tip of his pecker was knocking against the back of my throat like a fucking battering ram. Which reminded me that I forgot to send Laurent a Bastille Day card. I really needed to get a more efficient day planner. I let go of his cock with my hands and let them slide between his thighs and up to grope his granite ass as he fucked my mouth.
"You're such a filthy prick. You really like this, don't you, Volturi? You love sucking my cock," he hissed and grunted, yanking hard on my hair. By his labored breathing, I would venture to guess he didn't find me all that disgusting in actuality. I would have smiled with pride, but my mouth was otherwise engaged at present. Instead, I let one of my fingers slip into his hole, earning a howl from James, his body clenching and seizing as his orgasm overcame him. His body spilled violently into my mouth and I gulped it all down like a champ, shivering with pleasure as his hot release oozed down my throat.
I pulled away from him lazily, a smug grin plastered on my face at the wild look in his eye, the way his whole body heaved with his panting as he came down from his ecstasy. "So," I started to say cheekily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and standing up. "How was tha— OH!" My speech was cut short as he whirled me around and slammed me face-first into the tree, his hands roughly mauling at the rest of my clothes.
"Shut up," he hissed, tossing aside my shirt and setting to work expertly on the buckle of my belt. "If you're going to fuck with me you're going to play by my rules, Volturi. And Rule Number One is no sassy talking me, or I will not hesitate to backhand you, do you understand?" he growled in my ear as he pushed down my trousers and slid one hand over my freshly-buffed marble ass.
"I understand," I murmured, my voice a little muffled since the side of my face was being smushed against the tree trunk by his hand. Oooh this was all so exciting! There were rules! And punishments! I couldn't help but ask, my voice throaty with desire as he pulled my ear lobe between his teeth: "W-what's the second rule?"
"You're not finished until I am," he whispered, and I shivered at the promise in his voice. My nerves were wired alive and attune to his every touch as he explored my body with his hands, inspecting me. I shuddered as he dragged his mouth over the back of my neck, licking and gnawing and tasting me. I hoped he found me as worthy as I found him. I bit back a moan as his strong fingers kneaded into my ass, spreading and closing my cheeks, driving me wild with anticipation. I heard him spit in his hands and the telltale slippery sounds of him lubricating himself, readying himself for me. Don't be such a snob – vampire spit is actually one of nature's more versatile substances. I'm actually in the process of trying to file a patent for it for a line of anti-aging masks for humans. You don't even want to know what I'm trying to do with vampire semen.
"Ohhh, James," I moaned, biting down hard into the tree's trunk to stifle my cries, my nails digging into the bark as he pushed his cock into me.
"You like that?" he asked with a sly smile. He rocked his hips suddenly upwards and I cried out again. "How bad do you want me, Volturi?" he growled, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he worked his cock deeper into me.
"Please, James," I begged, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pressing his teeth down harder into my shoulder. My body was on fire for him, the light scraping of the tree bark against my hardened member driving me mad. I needed him so badly.
"Mmmm, fuck, you're so tight!" he groaned as he filled me. He drove into me at a quick clip, then, holding onto my hips as you might the reins of a show pony. Soon he was drilling into my ass like a jackhammer on a city street, me clinging desperately to the tree for support, which in turn was groaning and creaking from the burden of our weight.
"Unff... CLOMP... Jaaa... BONK... Fuuu... CLOCK..." I made a series of unintelligible whimpering noises punctuated by my teeth knocking rudely against the wood. I was probably going to need some super glue on my front canine and I was definitely going to be picking splinters from my teeth for days – but right then I didn't give a fuck. This was so worth it. I gasped out loud (swallowing a mouthful of sawdust of my own creation in the process) as the head of his cock found my sweet spot. "Theeeerrrrrrre..." I exhaled noisily, my breath whistling a little through the gap the loose tooth made. My whole body hummed as my orgasm built, the thrill of his every touch magnified a thousand fold. My own cock was aching for his attention, but I didn't dare ask in case special requests were somehow against "The Cardinal Rules of Fucking James". I ground myself futilely against the tree trunk, frantic for more friction. Finally – mercifully – James reached his hand over the sculpted line of my hip and down over my member, which leaped to life in his hands.
"Not bad," he observed, sizing me up as stroked me unhurriedly, slowing down his own thrusts to match the agonizing pace of his hand. "Nuh uh, not yet, Dem. I'm not finished yet," he said, giving my ass a chiding slap as he felt my muscles clenching in anticipation of release. The sound of my nickname on his lips fair made me melt, though at this point it was hard to tell which stimulus was responsible for which response. I squeezed my eyes shut, my cock burning in his hand from the effort of holding back.
"James, I don't think I can—..."
"Coming!" he choked out hoarsely, his body convulsing and emptying into me for the second time today. My own release followed soon after – Oh, hot, sticky, glorious release! I felt James collapse against my back, spent. The tree, exhausted, took it upon itself at this point to fall over in a noisy CRASH. As we lay there in an indecorous, quivering heap, James astonished me by turning me over in his arms and bringing my mouth to his in a surprisingly sweet kiss. I purred and clung to him as our mouths moved together in silent affirmation of our shared experience. This was as close to heaven as a soulless over-sexed vampire was going to get. The kiss smoldered on until we'd caught our mutual (and completely unnecessary) breaths, and I pulled away to regard him with awe.
"James, that was..." I was at a loss for words, so dizzy with euphoria as I was.
"...Amazing? I know," he smirked, not humbled an ounce.
"I didn't even know you... you liked men," I said softly, averting my eyes shyly.
He laughed. "What the hell do you think I keep Laurent around for? It's not like he does anything fucking useful – except fucking." He brushed a tender hand through my hair, hopelessly trying to put it to rights. "Which brings me to Rule Number Three, Dem." His voice turned serious as he pulled my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Tell anyone about this and I will rip your balls off. And not in a fun kinky way – in a painful and very permanent way."
I gulped and nodded. I believed him. "Don't worry – I won't. I would never-..." A sudden flash in my brain interrupted me. "Oh, shit! Quick – hand me my pants!"
He jumped up as quickly as I did, reaching for our pile of clothes and trying to sort them out. "What is it?" he hissed in a whisper, obviously alarmed.
"Shit, shit, shit –it's Alistair! He must have finally found me!" I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, now completely wrinkled.
James frowned and cocked his head. "I don't sense anything."
I managed a wry grin at him. "You're good, honey, but I'm better. He'll be here in fifteen minutes – we have to leave now!"
He pulled his shirt back on and turned a glare at me, but it dissolved into a smile. "Fine. You win."
"If you suck my cock, I'll let you win next time," I said coyly.
His jaw fell open at my audacity, but he raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Next time?"
"I can keep a secret if you can..." I said teasingly, pulling my suit jacket on and brushing off any errant twigs or leaves. "Now, how do I look?"
"Not a hair out of place. And how do I look?"
"Perfect. Not at all like you just spent an hour fucking the living daylights out of me."
"You better watch your mouth, Volturi..." he said, growling lowly in warning.
"Or what? You'll stick your dick in it?"
James snarled and tried to pounce me. I scurried gleefully away, setting off at a breakneck run with him fast on my heels. And so we ran all the way back to Volterra – my laughter echoing from the hillsides and James pretending not to like it at all in the slightest. He got his prize money and I got my prize, with no one but ourselves (...and Heidi...and Felix...and my sex blog...) the wiser.
THE END.
And thusly you have been regaled with the tale of how one Tracker outfoxed another, and they both ended up getting something they wanted. Thank you for your attention, and if this story pleased you or disappointed you in a way you can quantify with words, please leave a review?