A/N: My most profuse apologies for taking so long to update. Hopefully lots of smuttiness will make up for it...

Thank you to my fabulous betas, remylebeauishot and harrytwifan, for being so speedy and just generally awesome!

February 1919

Carlisle ran as fast as he could back to the farmhouse, away from the boy who tempted him to ignore his morals. Edward was faster than he, and could have easily caught him, but thankfully the boy did not follow him.

The vampire skidded to a stop once he'd arrived at the shack, throwing open the door and hurling himself inside, closing it behind him and leaning his back against the door. As if that would actually keep Edward away. If the newborn wanted to, he could easily push past Carlisle's stone body and take whatever he wanted from him. But for now, Edward was leaving him be.

Confused, Carlisle sank down and sat on the edge of the dingy mattress resting on the floor, his head clasped in his hands. Visions of Edward's blood-soaked torso flooded his mind; the memory of the taste of the wild dog's blood mixed with Edward's own flavor causing his cock to twitch. Angry at his own body, Carlisle slapped himself across the face, but it did nothing to calm the sensations in his groin. He simply could not rid himself of sexual thoughts of the boy. The farmhouse itself was no escape; the place was inundated with the scent of him.

It was true that Carlisle wanted Edward. That much was clear after what had happened during the ill-conceived bath he'd administered. As shamed as Carlisle had felt afterwards, he had allowed himself to gaze at and fantasize freely about the boy, not knowing that the newborn could hear what he was thinking. Edward knew of the bath and he knew of the thoughts, but instead of being repulsed by them, the boy had just confirmed that he enjoyed it—that he was open to exploring his sexuality further with his sire. Carlisle should be happy about this.

But his firm Anglican upbringing kept creeping into his mind—God frowned on two men fornicating. Carlisle still believed that he might be able to gain the favor of God, even being the monster that he was. He went against his very nature to follow the path of righteousness; surely God would allow him through the gates of heaven should he ever perish. If he laid with another male, his careful efforts may have been for naught.

Edward was approaching now; Carlisle could hear his slow footsteps, and smell his scent growing stronger. He wondered if Edward had heard his conflicting emotions—how far did his ability reach? The door to the farmhouse creaked open and, somewhat reluctantly, Carlisle turned toward the sound. There Edward stood, his linen pants still soaked in blood, more concentrated at the juncture between his legs where he had tried to entice Carlisle by dousing his private area in the elixir. Carlisle shuddered involuntarily, knowing that the boy still had blood lingering there.

A small smile flickered across Edward's lips before he could suppress it, and he took a few steps further inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. The two men stared at one another for several long moments, Carlisle's mind devoid of thought, Edward's—well, who knew. Finally, after what seemed an endless silence, Edward's mouth opened, but instead of speaking, he began to sing.

You gave me all your love in one day

You gave it all and almost faded away

I'm going to take this sad and unread issue

In my arms tonight

Carlisle couldn't control the swelling of his dead heart—the boy had made up a song for him. Enraptured, Carlisle turned his body to face Edward fully, sitting up on folded knees on the mattress. Edward smiled and stepped ever closer as he continued.

Looking at hospitals victorian

Feeling as helpless as the elephant man

Wish you were here

To chain you up and without shame

In my arms tonight

Edward joined Carlisle upon the mattress, mirroring his position. They faced one another, only inches away.

I ain't a soft and saccharine wannabe

Still I pray to God this song will end happily

So I offer you a place to rest and forget yourself

In my arms tonight

Edward wrapped his arms around Carlisle then, drawing him close to his body. He leaned in to Carlisle's ear, softly whispering,

"Carlisle, I know the needs you have. I have them too. We can help each other."

The song, combined with his Edward's close proximity, broke down Carlisle's willpower. Though he was still wary of God's wrath, he simply could not deny the deep, dark desire he harbored for the boy, both in his heart and his trousers. Edward's cheeks rose with a knowing smirk, which only made him more enticing. Carlisle suddenly wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk from his face and have this cocky boy at his mercy, begging for his touch.

"Yes, Carlisle. Please."

Without thinking, Carlisle grasped the boy's coppery locks at the base of his skull and crushed their lips together. The vampire had never kissed another soul, but his instincts took him over, their mouths moving together in earnest, their tongues entangling to connect more deeply. He felt his chest heave with unneeded breath, and his hands itched to feel Edward's skin, so he allowed it, exploring his chest and arms and back, making the boy moan with the contact and press his body closer to that of his sire.

Running his hands down the lean muscles of Edward's abdomen, Carlisle pulled back from the endless kiss, his fingers settling on the boy's waistband. The sound of his own voice was foreign to him—deeper, disembodied somehow.

"Are you still unclean?"

Edward's intense crimson gaze did not waver from Carlisle's as he simply nodded in response. As the elder vampire undid the two buttons that held the boy's fly together, his mind flashed with the memory of the boy's cock, and his own hand, stroking it to completion with the cool basin water. Edward shuddered as he shared Carlisle's memory, and his sire pushed the worn linen down over the boy's buttocks, watching as his hardened cock came into view. Carlisle gasped at the sight; the perfect cock of his memory was slathered in streaks of precious blood. Venom pooled in the vampire's mouth as he shoved Edward onto his back, quickly ridding the boy's legs of the entanglement of his garment.

Unable to resist (the vampire hadn't fed in weeks, after all), he ran the flat of his tongue up the length of that solid cock experimentally. A strangled cry caught in Edward's throat, and Carlisle looked up quickly, afraid that maybe he had hurt his boy. Edward's head was thrown back and his jaw was slack—he did not look to be in pain.

"Please, Carlisle. It feels so good."

Encouraged, and more than a little bit hungry, Carlisle went back to cleaning the boy, first licking in long strokes, and then taking the whole of him inside his mouth, sucking the remainder of the blood from his skin. The boy writhed and cried out beneath him, his hands finding purchase in Carlisle's golden waves. The sounds his boy was making, combined with the tugging on his hair and the taste of the blood, had hardened Carlisle's own cock to the point of pain, and he rubbed himself against the mattress for relief.

Deeming Edward's cock cleansed, Carlisle removed his mouth, making the boy groan in disappointment. But as Carlisle took in the sight of the newborn's flawless cock, he noted some specks of blood that had made their way to the sack beneath, and he bent his head to lap at those as well. The blood was less concentrated there, and Carlisle could more easily smell Edward's own musky scent. He breathed it in deeply as he licked and sucked his testes, reveling in the jolts of pleasure that radiated from his groin and up his spine. Gently, Carlisle lifted Edward's sack to cleanse the underside, where he caught sight of the furled skin fluttering between the boy's legs.

He rolled the boy's balls between his fingers as he stared at his entrance, which seemed to quiver under his gaze in anticipation. Carlisle found himself compelled to taste it, and ran the flat of his tongue between Edward's cheeks, making his boy cry out to the heavens.

"Oh, God…"

Carlisle's cock twitched at his enthusiastic response, and he longed to do it again. So he did, again and again, until Edward was moaning and murmuring incoherently. Carlisle drew back and kissed the boy's quaking inner thighs, all the while regarding that alluring entrance. He began to wonder what it might feel like to be inside—it looked so tight. He'd never experienced sexual relations with another, nor had he really considered he may get the chance to, but in this moment, his cock was screaming for it.

"Oh, please, Carlisle. Please! I need to feel you inside me."

Carlisle raised himself up and sat on his knees, looking down at the beautiful, nude young vampire lying before him. Edward boldly met his gaze and held it, allowing his thighs to fall open and reaching down to stroke his own length.

"Fuck me, Carlisle!" he demanded with a growl.

All rationality seemed to leave Carlisle's brain in that moment. The vampire in him felt challenged; he would show this newborn who was in control. Edward smiled knowingly at Carlisle's thought process, further inciting the beast within. In a flash, Carlisle's clothing was gone, and he flipped the insolent boy onto his stomach, raising his hips so that he rested on his knees, spread wide for Carlisle's invasion.

Carlisle's fingers dug into Edward's hips and he got into position, lining himself up. He tried to surge forward, but he only bumped against the boy's entrance. After several more attempts, Carlisle let out a frustrated growl.

"Perhaps if you slickened yourself…" Edward suggested quietly.

Carlisle felt stupid for not having thought of it himself, but he brushed those feelings aside when Edward was suddenly facing him. For a moment, Carlisle had forgotten that the newborn was faster and stronger than he was.

"Maybe. But I still want you to dominate me," Edward whispered before he swallowed down Carlisle's length. The elder vampire's head fell back and he groaned deeply at the feeling of moisture and suctioning around his sensitive and eager cock. He could feel himself quickly approaching the precipice. Edward heard this and drew back, assuming his former position, presenting his rear end for the taking.

And Carlisle did not hesitate. He was able to glide inside of Edward much easier now, but he did so slowly, as the natural resistance of Edward's body created a tightness that was at once glorious and torturous. He bit his lip and fought to control his urge to come undone as he felt the boy's body stretch to accommodate him. Edward's back arched as Carlisle sank in to the hilt, and his boy let out a long groan of pleasure when he was completely filled.

Once Carlisle felt assured that he had enough control that their joining would not be over before it began, he began to move his hips, at first slowly, but quickly gaining speed as Edward's moans and movements encouraged him. Soon, they were moving in time, fast and hard, their sounds of pleasure growing more feral and animalistic as their pleasure built to the breaking point.

The strength of Carlisle's thrusts had pushed Edward to the other side of the mattress, and he braced himself against the wall of the farmhouse, which was shaking with their forceful movements. Not wanting to damage their only sanctuary, Carlisle wrapped his arms around the boy's chest and drew him close until his back touched Carlisle's chest and Edward sat upon his sire's lap. Carlisle held Edward in place as he continued to thrust up into him, the coil inside him tightening even more now that Edward's body was pressed against his own.

Carlisle wanted Edward to reach his pleasure too, so he wrapped his free hand around the boy's cock, squeezing and pulling in time with his thrusts. The boy's head fell back against Carlisle's shoulder, his chest heaving, his eyes rolled back in his head, his neck fully exposed. The sight was all too much for Carlisle, and he couldn't resist the urge to mark Edward. His teeth sank into Edward's shoulder as he released inside the boy. Edward cried out (whether in pain or pleasure, Carlisle wasn't certain), and his cock pulsed in Carlisle's hand before his seed spilled out, coating his hand and staining the mattress below them.

Spent, Edward collapsed against Carlisle, gasping for unneeded breath. Carlisle removed his teeth from Edward's neck and lapped at the wound, quickly sealing it up. Then, he licked his hand clean of Edward's emission, relishing the bitter taste on his tongue.

As they came down from their mutual high, Carlisle laid them down on the mattress, enjoying the feel of the boy's prone body beneath him. He could not begin to comprehend how wonderful their coupling had been; he was sorry he hadn't experienced it before in all of his time on Earth, but at the same time, he was glad that this boy was his first lover. This boy was special—he knew it from the moment he first laid eyes on him. He was sorry for his initial resistance, and he hoped Edward could forgive him for it.

Edward turned his face to the side, free of the mattress, so he could utter, "Of course I forgive you."

Carlisle felt himself soften and slip free of Edward's body, and they both sighed at the lost connection. Wanting to remain close, Carlisle rolled onto his back and drew Edward into his arms, until the boy's head rested upon his chest. Edward wrapped his arms around Carlisle's torso and their legs intertwined. Stroking Edward's hair, they laid in silence through the night.

A place to rest and forget yourself

In my arms

Tonight

A/N: Song is "In My Arms" by Rufus Wainwright.

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