Title: Pretty
Author: Bernarde
Rating: NC-17... my favorite.
Summary: In an underground society where sex does indeed sell, Mark Calaway stumbles across a tortured young man named Evan. A wicked past has left Evan with no memory and the mind of a child, but something about him captures Mark's attention...
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Raven looks at me with a serious face.
"So it's settled. You're going to kill Gangrel," he murmurs, almost under his breath.
"Yep," I reply, glancing out the window. Matt and Evan are playing in the trees while Jeff watches from a nearby branch. We've settled into quite a comfortable setup this past month or so. The 'Other' Evan comes and goes from time to time, but it's nothing worrying. He doesn't cry in his sleep, and has started asking me about him getting a job at the grocery store down the road. Matt has a job now, working at the mechanic shop. Jeff has taken the role of housekeeper, cleaning and doing laundry and such. He's learning to cook, too - well, they all are, because Raven is teaching them.
My leg is almost completely healed, and I'll be going back to the company soon. I don't know what Raven does, but he always has money. He goes out after dark every other night, but always comes back with cash. I don't know what he does, and I don't ask. It's probably better that way. Evan has gotten better with him - not by much, but it's better than nothing. It feels like, finally, everything is becoming normal.
"Why have you waited so long?" Raven asks.
"Well, it's hard to kill with a bum leg..." I remind him, still watching Evan and Matt.
"Oh. Yeah," he nods. "Mark... I need to talk to you about something."
"Go on."
"I've... I thought I could do this, you know... this whole living with you guys thing, but-" Matt loses his footing and there's a crash and I'm on my feet and out the door in moments. Matt is on his back, on the ground, and then Evan flips down to land beside him.
"Matty! Are you okay?" I rush over to them, and Matt blinks up at us groggily.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Just fell," he mutters.
"You fell like twenty feet," Evan chips in.
"Does your head hurt?" I ask.
"Yeah......" His voice is drawled and kind of loopy. He probably has a concussion.
"Come on - Evan, support his head for me," I shift my arms under him as Jeff lands softly beside us.
"Is he okay?" he asks, worried.
"He'll be fine... probably just has a concussion," I reply. Evan holds Matt's head as I cautiously carry him back into the house, Jeff following us.
"Jeff, go grab some ice and put it in a grocery bag," Jeff disappears as we go into the bedroom to lay Matt down. He groans and his eyes roll. Shit on a brick. I pile a few blankets on him.
"I'm not cold," he protests, but then Evan shushes him with a gentle kiss.
"Keeping you warm will help you," he tells Matt.
"Oh."
Jeff comes back and hands me the ice bag, and I wrap it in a pair of pants on the floor. I feel the bundle, making sure it isn't too shockingly cold, and set it on Matt's forehead. He grunts and lets out a pained moan.
"Just be still, buddy," I tell him, "Don't move too much."
Jeff suddenly comes holds out a cup of water, "Should I give him this?"
"Yeah, that would be a good idea," I reply. Jeff kneels and helps his brother drink the water.
"He'll be fine, he just needs to calm to down and relax for awhile," I say, sort of to myself. Evan tugs on my shirt and I look at him, "What, Phoenix?"
"Nothing," he mumbles, and hugs me.
"Well, okay."
Raven comes in the room, eyeing Matt, and sidles up to me. Oh, yeah, he was telling me something earlier...
"What were you saying, Raven?"
He makes this weird face and shakes his head, "Nothing, it's nothing."
"All right."
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Satisfied that Matt will be okay, I leave him alone and shoo Evan out of the room while Jeff sits with his brother.
"But I want to sit with Matty, too!" Ev protests and I scoop him up in my arms and carry him out.
"Matt needs to rest and not be bothered by little phoenixes," I tell him, and he starts struggling.
"Put me down!"
"Nope, you're going to go straight back to Matt's room."
"No I won't! ... Maybe!"
"You see, I know your game all too well."
"Psh..." Ev finally gives up and goes limp, hanging like a wet noodle over my shoulder. I pat his ass affectionately and he giggles. I can't help but rub the firm handfuls, squeezing and palming them, and I feel his arousal begin to grow and press against my chest. Maybe I should go to the bedroom...
"Maaaaaark!" he whimpers, and I reach between his legs to caress his sack. He starts to fidget and wriggle about, but I hold him still as I sit on the bed and set him on the floor.
The minute his feet are on the ground, he leaps onto my lap. Evan kisses me desperately and I wrap him in my arms, settling him. He moans sweetly, trying to grind his hardness against me. Chuckling against his lips, I reach down to rub him through his shorts and he squeals in delight. His hardness is pulsing in my hand and I push him back against the bed, pulling his shorts down to reveal him.
"Mark..." he whispers as I kneel to lick the tip, his hands pulling at my hair. I untwist the tie so that my hair is free and he curls his fingers into it. He strokes my scalp as I suck him slowly, and his hips push up towards me in need. I swallow him in his entirety down my throat and he cries out, his hands clenching and unclenching in my hair. I want to feel him come...
I use my left hand to roll his balls, stroking them and reaching behind to rub for his prostate. He groans, and I catch him looking at me, his eyes half-lidded and dizzy with pleasure. I smile up at him and he blushes fiercely, lying back down.
"Please," he breathes, "Mark... fuck me." It is so odd to hear him say that word, and it probably always will be, but I'm not ready to give in to him just yet. I lap at his balls, wrapping a hand around him and pumping in time with my tongue. I wet a finger with my saliva and circle it around his hole, brushing it gently and teasing him with it.
"Don't," he manages to say through a lilted moan, "Just... please... I want it to hurt."
Deciding he's had enough, I rise up, my erection pressing tight against my pants. He looks at me for a brief moment, eyes wild, and then he's on me. He strips my clothes off with record speed, and I throw him back on the bed before he gets too dominant.
"Ready, Phoenix?" I ask him, kissing him on the cheek. His answer is a wanton cry, so I simply take his knees and prop his legs up on my shoulders. I slick myself thoroughly with spit and line myself up with his entrance. Kneeling forward, I look into his eyes as I start to push. The dark pools suck me into them and I can see everything - his love, his need, his pleasure - all whirling together into a hurricane that threatens to take me with it.
Slowly I breach his willing body, the going quite snug because he wouldn't let me prepare him. His eyes roll and he can't seem to stop wiggling.
"Be still," I whisper hoarsely, wrapped in heat that obliterates all thought. He stops moving as I press on. Finally, I can go no further, and I lean my head on his chest for a moment. Within moments, he is urging me on with movements, cries, shaking his hips and pushing himself to me. His hands grab my shoulders, blunt nails scraping my skin brusquely.
"Evan," I can't help the groan that escapes me and he squeaks when I thrust roughly into him. "Did I hurt you?" I ask, concerned.
He shakes his head, "No, it didn't hurt, not any more than I want it to, please keep going!" I oblige him, fucking him with one hell of a brisk pace. He squeaks each time I enter him, moving non-stop at this point. He always gets like this when I fuck him... like a damn worm on a hook... but damn it, feeling his body tighten and flex with each desperate movement only serves to turn me on more.
"Mark!" he cries, begging, his muscled legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I feel my hips beginning to ache, meaning I'm going to hurt later, but I keep going... Evan... God, Evan...
"Wait, wait," Ev gasps, and I stop instantly - I'm afraid I've hurt him.
"Are you okay?" I breathe, my voice sticky, and I wipe a sweaty hand over my forehead.
"Yeah, fine, just... I want to be on the other side."
"What do you mean, baby?"
"On my knees..." Oh.
"Okay honey, flip over then." He pulls away from me and my cock at me when that heaven is gone. Evan turns himself over, props himself on his knees, and looks back at me expectantly. I almost come right there - his perfect little ass presented to me, his eyes reaching into mine...
He wiggles his butt seductively, "Come onnnn!"
My hands grab his hips and with one movement I am sheathed within him again. This position allows me to go even deeper into him and I hiss through clenched teeth as he bucks back against me.
"Mark!" He shifts, raising his hips higher as he grabs a pillow to hold on to. I grip him tighter and just start pounding into him - I can't take it anymore. He starts up this wanton wail, and then muffles it by stuffing the pillow in his mouth.
I know I'm saying his name, repeating it like a prayer, and I can hear him screaming mine into the pillow. I kneel over a little to wrap my experienced hand around his own straining erection, and he is torn between meeting my thrusts or pushing towards my hand. He finally gives up and lets me fully ravish him, going entirely with my movements.
My orgasm comes hard and fast, knocking me over like a freight train. It feels like I come for hours, emptying myself into him. Just as I finish, he screams and I feel his cock spasm in my fist. I feel the warm liquid spray over my hand as he finally releases his pressure.
I can't help but bring my fingers to my lips, lapping at the few drops of his sweet essence. He pulls away from me to lie down, and then reaches for me. I rest beside him, curled against him, and he nuzzles up to me. The sweat on our skin makes us slick against each other, the come on his belly making us stick. I kiss his nose and he giggles.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too, Ev." He pulls back and looks at me with those wide, gleeful eyes, and I kiss his lips gently. When I break away from him, his eyes are... darker, somehow. He regards me seriously and then lays his head back down against my chest. His hands stroke my belly and he sighs.
"What's wrong?" I venture.
"Nothing," he replies. His voice is different, and I realize - he's the Other Evan now.
"Are you sure?"
"No, I am not sure." Well, all right.
"You want me to kill Gangrel," I whisper.
"I do, and so does Evan."
"Then who are you, if you aren't Evan?" I don't know if I want to know the answer. He suddenly sits up, moving quickly, and he's on top of me. His eyes bore into me in a way that I've never seen, and I feel my blood chill.
"I am the shadows that lurk in his mind, the memories he cannot bear to relive. I hold the nightmares at bay. I am the despair, I am the hate, I am the evil that was created the night Evan was broken," he says slowly. "And I need to tell you that Evan cannot fully heal until he is dead."
"Gangrel."
"Please... do not say his name. Not around me, not around Evan. Have you ever noticed that Evan will not call him that? He will only call him 'Sire'. There is a reason for that."
I nod dumbly. "What do you want me to do?"
"Kill him, and show Evan his body. Kill him in the most violent way possible - take back all that he took from us." He sighs. "Evan is beginning to teeter on the edge of the abyss once more. That nightmare you had the other night? He had the same one, but the bond between you is strong enough that he could reach out to you in his terror. You have to kill him, and do it soon. I do not think I can save him this time."
With that, he goes limp and crashes soundlessly against the bed. I scoop him into my arms as he becomes the 'real' Evan again, and I kiss him as he murmurs.
I try to relax, but it is fucking difficult - with Evan soon snoring in my arms, I look at the ceiling and think. Restlessness soon becomes exhaustion, and I finally give up as sleep overtakes me.
Just as I drift off, I feel like someone is watching us from the closet. I feel someone moving about, leaving, but I chalk it up to oncoming dreams and let it pass.
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