Chapter Thirty-Three – Waking Nightmare

John pushed open the door of the classroom and found it empty, his blue eyes widening in surprised as he turned to look over his shoulder. Monk-san had said Lin was most likely in this room, so he'd walked across with Ichijou, but as he looked back he found the corridor empty as well. Where did he go? John wondered, his mouth opening a fraction to call out Ichijou's name. He gasped as a large hand gripped his wrist and pulled him backwards.

"Wha?" The teen gasped, a mumble escaping his lips as his back landed against a soft surface and he found himself looking up at a white linen canopy. Where am I? He wondered, his heart leaping into a sprint as he sat up on the large four poster bed and looked around the fine yet simple room. I was standing outside the classroom a moment ago…How? The blonde wondered as a shiver ran through his body.

"Is the 'how' so important?" An unwelcome voice asked with its usual cool elegance. John's first instinct was to dive away from the voice that had spoken right in his ear, the owner's breath still warm against his exposed throat. As he dove away he found himself falling straight into a pair of strong arms and a firm chest, long silver locks tickling his cheek as he looked up. "My fledgling…" Farringdon greeted with an amused smile, the warmth in his tone making John's stomach turn.

"This…isn't…possible…" John forced out, finding it difficult to breathe, let alone speak, in his sire's presence. Ichijou! Where's Ichijou? John thought frantically, somewhat relieved to find that the two of them were alone. Farringdon allowed John to push away, the boy immediately finding himself on his back as his knees hit the edge of the mattress.

"You look so perfect on white." Farringdon purred, climbing onto the bed and looking down at John with predatory eyes. John felt his heart leap, subconsciously turning his head in invitation to the pureblood. Farringdon looked amused as he lightly trailed his cold fingers down John's throat, pausing to brush his thumb lightly over the small Adam's apple. John moaned. "So vocal…" The older man teased. John flushed as his body betrayed him.

"Get…away…" John insisted, biting his lip as Farringdon leaned down to blow warm air against his bare throat. The blonde couldn't help quivering shamefully, a surge of need running through him. He'd never felt so conflicted with love, hatred, desire and disgust running through him all at once. John gripped the white sheets tightly, gritting his teeth in despair and frustration as he bit back a gasp.

"You don't want me to." Farringdon observed as he leaned down, long fingers toying with the buttons of John's white shirt. It took all of John's willpower to raise his arms, but all he managed to do was rest them against the older man's chest. He had neither the strength nor the will to push him away. He couldn't stop as the older man opened his shirt, leaving his pale chest bared to the predator above. The pureblood seemed distracted for a moment as he took John's hands from his chest and looked at them. "You've hurt yourself." He observed in an almost caring manner, the younger man shuddering as Farringdon caressed his burned hands. There was still a light sting in the red cross shapes that littered his hands.

"Let go…" John murmured weakly, his senses filling with Farringdon's scent. It was intoxicating. He felt drunk on it. The caress on his skin sent sparks through his body, another moan escaping his lips as the older man kissed the red crosses on his white skin. He could feel his length straining in his slacks. He was beginning to feel hazy with want.

"You shouldn't play with such dangerous toys." The older man chided, leaving John stunned as he watched the older man bite his tongue and lick the angry wounds on his skin, which instantly healed. Farringdon enjoyed John's wide eyes, which widened further as the older man pinned his hands to the bed and leaned down to his throat. "I've wanted you…" The older man almost whispered in his ear.

"No!" John panicked, tossing his head and pulling at his hands, but it was completely futile. Not only was he far weaker than his sire, but only part of his mind actually wanted to stop. I won't lose! I can't give in like this! John cried inwardly, hating himself as he moaned again. He was unable to stop himself as he felt those sharp fangs finally break the skin of his throat. My master…he's…drinking from me…John thought, throwing his head back in abandon as pleasure coursed through him. He wanted to please the pureblood. He wanted to give himself.

"Your blood is so sweet…but I want to drink from here too." Farringdon purred, watching his fledgling open his eyes in a lustful haze. He caressed John's heated cheek as he leaned down to capture the smaller boy's lips in a fierce kiss. He didn't know what had come over him. He'd never felt such heat, such passion, such longing, for a fledgling before. He hated and loved the boy in equal measure. He wanted to hurt him, but he wanted to hear him scream in abandon at the same time. He moaned himself as John returned his kiss, a hand reaching up to lace in his flowing hair.

"Master…drink from me…" John gasped, his cheeks flushed in need and shame as he begged for attention. The pureblood would have laughed if the boy hadn't been so earnest. He had never seen anyone fall so completely. It seemed John's hatred had intensified the love he felt in equal measure. "Please…" John shuddered as cold fingers toyed with his bare chest, his shirt now wide open. Farringdon paused to lavish attention on John's pink nipples, enjoying the needy sounds that escaped his mouth.

"As you wish." Farringdon purred, enjoying the mixture of lust and despair in John's gaze as he fell back to the mattress. He let out small moans and whimpers every time the delicate fangs pierced his perfect skin. The older man was leaving a trail of kisses and bites. Even as his mind cried no John was sickened to hear his mouth cry yes as his clothes were removed. Ichijou…help me! John pleaded as he felt the older man's fingers begin to explore him, something hot and wet encasing his manhood. He didn't dare look.

"Ah!" John cried, unsure whether it was from pain or pleasure as his back arched. He could feel Farringdon's long fingers toying with him, biting his lip against the unwelcome sensation No! He can't! John pleaded inwardly, gasping for breath as the older man touched him. He saw white as he came in the older man's waiting mouth, his cheeks flushing as he watched the older man swallow.

"Are you satisfied, or shall I drink more?" Farringdon asked, watching spellbound as John gasped for breath. He was truly beautiful, his blue eyes glistening, his skin damp with sweat, his hair fanning out on the white sheets. The older man continued to use his fingers, watching as the younger boy subconsciously bucked into his hand, driving him deeper. It felt so good, and the pureblood was so close, so close to that spot.

"No! Don't…" John trailed off as the older man stilled his fingers. He waited and watched as John regained his breath. "Don't stop." John whispered in defeat, gasping as the fingers within him started moving once again. John was losing his mind, light headed and dizzy as he rocked his hips needily. Tears of shame fell from his eyes, and Farringdon licked them up greedily, enjoying the whimper John made as he removed his fingers. The teen subconsciously spread his legs wider, his spine arching delicately to give the older man better access.

"You're so…" Farringdon trailed off, moaning in John's ear as he pushed into his tight entrance. John bit back a cry, his eyes wide as the older man filled him. It felt so good, but so painful. John couldn't help it as he wrapped his arms around the being on top of him, his legs locking tightly around the older man's hips, accepting each thrust with a loud, needy cry. He wasn't sure how, but he was hard again, his erection slapping his stomach as the older man thrust into him again and again.

"Master!" John cried, almost horrified by his own abandon. He gasped as the older man pulled him up into his lap, his eyes rolling back as the older man slipped even deeper. "More…More!" He cried needily. His mouth opened wide, his breath catching as he bounced in the older man's lap. Farringdon stole his lips possessively, a whimper breaking free as the noble reached between them to grip John's hardened length. John heard his lips crying out for Farringdon again and again, his mind going blank as he was flooded with pleasure and need. He didn't realise it was over until his back hit the mattress once more. His mind was hazy. He couldn't think any coherent thoughts. He heard a deep chuckle and elegant fingers stroking his spent manhood.