Nighttime in New York
Author: Cheladoniel
Summary: A Childe of the Night stalks Specs and an ancient Queen loves Spot. What happens when they meet? Please note this is SLASH and HET.
Rating: R because I'm being cautious. Lots of swearing eventually.
Pairing: The Golden One/Specs, The Silver Queen/Spot. You'll find out who the others are IF YOU READ.
A/N: My first attempt at slash. So review and tell me whatchya think. And please be gentle. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and temper very sharp knives which will then be used on flamers (the knives, not the marshmallows).
PS: There is SEX in this chapter… this chapter is NC-17!!! It's also my first attempt, so bear with me if it's really bad… And it finally gets slashy!
PPS: That PS sounds really bad if you have a dirty mind!
Shoutouts: Lashes- It hasn't gotten slashy yet… it's just a weird story!
Ann- you're not a bad guesser, I just keep changing my mind. I promise it WILL be someone recognizable by the end of the story!
Bittah- I'm evil… I've been aware of that for a loooong time thanks to stupid people who think black clothes and a bad attitude is a sign of evil.
Stepherz- I'm glad you like it… I'm developing their past as I go, so it just fits.
Ozma, Vinyl, Stage, Moth- I'm glad you like it!
Once Gwrtheyrn was gone, Esyllt led Lorcan into her room. Closing the door in case Gwrth came back, Esyllt pulled her old lover into a hard kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she let centuries of experience convince him to let go of his façade and give in. Not that it took much convincing…
His skilled hands moved over her back as he returned the kiss. He slipped his hands between them and began unbuttoning her shirt. She followed suit, and slid his shirt off his shoulders. Once their chests were bare, Esyllt knelt in front of her lover and began kissing his planed chest while removing his pants. She caught one nipple in her mouth and nibbled it till it became hard. Turning her head, she paid the same attention to its twin while Lorcan groaned in pleasure. He wove his fingers through her long silver hair.
Continuing down his body, her lips found his hard penis and gently kissed the tip, tasting the precum beading there. She straightened and kissed him, hard. He took the opportunity to divest her of her skirt, and she pulled him closer to her. Stumbling back, they fell onto the neatly made bed. Esyllt rolled them over so Lorcan was on top. He took control, positioning himself over her entrance. She gripped his ass and pulled him into her with all the strength of her centuries. She gasped as he filled her… they fit perfectly together.
Lorcan began moving slowly, pumping into his partner. She moaned in pleasure. Leaning down with his head, he caught one of her breasts in his mouth and began sucking it. His hand snaked between them, down between her thighs to find her clit. Fingering it, he made her gasp even harder. Everything he did caused her more pleasure. He thrust harder and she arched beneath him. She could feel orgasm rising up, a wave with her at the top. He released her breast and pushed as far into her as he could, withdrew almost all the way, and when she whimpered for more, smirked at her. Suddenly, he thrust entirely into her, buried to the hilt in her cool tight wetness. The wave of ecstasy in her crested, and she screamed as he let loose with a feral cry, spurting all his mortal seed into her. Spent, Lorcan was too good a lover to just collapse on Esyllt… instead he tenderly kissed her, withdrew, and lay on his side next to her. He ran feathery soft touches up and down her side with one hand, and with the other caressing her cheek. She was beautiful.
Eventually she fell asleep, and once he was sure she wouldn't waken, he carefully tucked her under the sheets of the bed and joined her in slumber.
***
An hour later, Gwrth returned. He had tasted the finest young ladies society had to offer, and now he was ready to sleep. He walked past Esyllt's room, paused, and heard two sleepers. He grinned and walked on. Esyllt had found her love again. Good for her.
***
The morning came, and sunrise crept up. Lorcan and Esyllt slept on, unaware of any impending danger. Gwrth was awake, writing in his books, making notes of spells that worked, didn't work… he too was unaware that something was drawing near.
***
Esyllt was startled awake by a voice. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her exposed body. Lorcan, roused by the movement, sat up as well. They looked to the doorway, from whence the voice had come.
"Really, Esyllt, I'm disappointed. In 800 years, couldn't I teach you not to sleep with your food?"
***
Almost simultaneously, Gwrth left the hotel room. He sensed nothing wrong, heard nothing out of the ordinary. He went off in search of the boy he had tasted last night.
Wandering the streets of the slums, he saw many boys carrying papers. He was tempted by some of them… they all smelled so fresh beneath the grubby skin they wore. He wondered if it came with the job… look bad, taste good. Gwrth looked around for his next meal. Suddenly a girl caught his eye. She looked wholesome enough. He beckoned to her, and unable to avoid his mind, she came towards him.
Gwrth led her into a dark alley (AN Cliché much?). Once she was deep in the shadows, he proceeded to kiss her lips softly and bite into her neck. Once the blood it his mouth, however, he was disgusted to find she tasted horrible. She tasted like an old sailor, tough and salty. He spat out her blood. Deepening the incision on her neck, he turned and left the alleyway while her life force slowly seeped out of her.
***
Later that morning, Specs was selling his papers when Kid Blink came running up to him, asking if he'd heard the news.
Specs rolled his eyes. "Blink… we sell papers. Of course I've heard the news."
"Not this you haven't. Sarah's dead. Her throat was cut, they found her in some alley."
***
At the same time, Gwrth became aware that his favorite blood was near. Glancing from the shadows, he saw the boy, carrying a load of newspapers. Gwrth smiled smugly. Time for a quality meal. -Now which spell to use? Ah. That will work.-
*Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon*
Specs' head whipped around, looking for the voice. It was the voice from yesterday, the voice that froze everything and called him. Now he could follow it and remember where it came from.
*I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath
And I will stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache
And you don't know how far I'd go or how much I can take
Just to reach you, just to reach you
Oh reach you…*
This spell wasn't as strong as the other, but Gwrth already had ties in the boy. All he had to do was draw them in.
*Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon*
Specs was drawn straight to the voice.
Author: Cheladoniel
Summary: A Childe of the Night stalks Specs and an ancient Queen loves Spot. What happens when they meet? Please note this is SLASH and HET.
Rating: R because I'm being cautious. Lots of swearing eventually.
Pairing: The Golden One/Specs, The Silver Queen/Spot. You'll find out who the others are IF YOU READ.
A/N: My first attempt at slash. So review and tell me whatchya think. And please be gentle. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows and temper very sharp knives which will then be used on flamers (the knives, not the marshmallows).
PS: There is SEX in this chapter… this chapter is NC-17!!! It's also my first attempt, so bear with me if it's really bad… And it finally gets slashy!
PPS: That PS sounds really bad if you have a dirty mind!
Shoutouts: Lashes- It hasn't gotten slashy yet… it's just a weird story!
Ann- you're not a bad guesser, I just keep changing my mind. I promise it WILL be someone recognizable by the end of the story!
Bittah- I'm evil… I've been aware of that for a loooong time thanks to stupid people who think black clothes and a bad attitude is a sign of evil.
Stepherz- I'm glad you like it… I'm developing their past as I go, so it just fits.
Ozma, Vinyl, Stage, Moth- I'm glad you like it!
Once Gwrtheyrn was gone, Esyllt led Lorcan into her room. Closing the door in case Gwrth came back, Esyllt pulled her old lover into a hard kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she let centuries of experience convince him to let go of his façade and give in. Not that it took much convincing…
His skilled hands moved over her back as he returned the kiss. He slipped his hands between them and began unbuttoning her shirt. She followed suit, and slid his shirt off his shoulders. Once their chests were bare, Esyllt knelt in front of her lover and began kissing his planed chest while removing his pants. She caught one nipple in her mouth and nibbled it till it became hard. Turning her head, she paid the same attention to its twin while Lorcan groaned in pleasure. He wove his fingers through her long silver hair.
Continuing down his body, her lips found his hard penis and gently kissed the tip, tasting the precum beading there. She straightened and kissed him, hard. He took the opportunity to divest her of her skirt, and she pulled him closer to her. Stumbling back, they fell onto the neatly made bed. Esyllt rolled them over so Lorcan was on top. He took control, positioning himself over her entrance. She gripped his ass and pulled him into her with all the strength of her centuries. She gasped as he filled her… they fit perfectly together.
Lorcan began moving slowly, pumping into his partner. She moaned in pleasure. Leaning down with his head, he caught one of her breasts in his mouth and began sucking it. His hand snaked between them, down between her thighs to find her clit. Fingering it, he made her gasp even harder. Everything he did caused her more pleasure. He thrust harder and she arched beneath him. She could feel orgasm rising up, a wave with her at the top. He released her breast and pushed as far into her as he could, withdrew almost all the way, and when she whimpered for more, smirked at her. Suddenly, he thrust entirely into her, buried to the hilt in her cool tight wetness. The wave of ecstasy in her crested, and she screamed as he let loose with a feral cry, spurting all his mortal seed into her. Spent, Lorcan was too good a lover to just collapse on Esyllt… instead he tenderly kissed her, withdrew, and lay on his side next to her. He ran feathery soft touches up and down her side with one hand, and with the other caressing her cheek. She was beautiful.
Eventually she fell asleep, and once he was sure she wouldn't waken, he carefully tucked her under the sheets of the bed and joined her in slumber.
***
An hour later, Gwrth returned. He had tasted the finest young ladies society had to offer, and now he was ready to sleep. He walked past Esyllt's room, paused, and heard two sleepers. He grinned and walked on. Esyllt had found her love again. Good for her.
***
The morning came, and sunrise crept up. Lorcan and Esyllt slept on, unaware of any impending danger. Gwrth was awake, writing in his books, making notes of spells that worked, didn't work… he too was unaware that something was drawing near.
***
Esyllt was startled awake by a voice. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her exposed body. Lorcan, roused by the movement, sat up as well. They looked to the doorway, from whence the voice had come.
"Really, Esyllt, I'm disappointed. In 800 years, couldn't I teach you not to sleep with your food?"
***
Almost simultaneously, Gwrth left the hotel room. He sensed nothing wrong, heard nothing out of the ordinary. He went off in search of the boy he had tasted last night.
Wandering the streets of the slums, he saw many boys carrying papers. He was tempted by some of them… they all smelled so fresh beneath the grubby skin they wore. He wondered if it came with the job… look bad, taste good. Gwrth looked around for his next meal. Suddenly a girl caught his eye. She looked wholesome enough. He beckoned to her, and unable to avoid his mind, she came towards him.
Gwrth led her into a dark alley (AN Cliché much?). Once she was deep in the shadows, he proceeded to kiss her lips softly and bite into her neck. Once the blood it his mouth, however, he was disgusted to find she tasted horrible. She tasted like an old sailor, tough and salty. He spat out her blood. Deepening the incision on her neck, he turned and left the alleyway while her life force slowly seeped out of her.
***
Later that morning, Specs was selling his papers when Kid Blink came running up to him, asking if he'd heard the news.
Specs rolled his eyes. "Blink… we sell papers. Of course I've heard the news."
"Not this you haven't. Sarah's dead. Her throat was cut, they found her in some alley."
***
At the same time, Gwrth became aware that his favorite blood was near. Glancing from the shadows, he saw the boy, carrying a load of newspapers. Gwrth smiled smugly. Time for a quality meal. -Now which spell to use? Ah. That will work.-
*Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon*
Specs' head whipped around, looking for the voice. It was the voice from yesterday, the voice that froze everything and called him. Now he could follow it and remember where it came from.
*I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath
And I will stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache
And you don't know how far I'd go or how much I can take
Just to reach you, just to reach you
Oh reach you…*
This spell wasn't as strong as the other, but Gwrth already had ties in the boy. All he had to do was draw them in.
*Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon*
Specs was drawn straight to the voice.