Authors note: Just want to say thank you for the absolutely AMAZING review from "Justine Finn". Sadly I can't reply to it because its an annonymous one, but it made me so happy yesterday, your words were so kind.
"What's Justin?" There was a huge amount of worry bleeding from Mikey and Brian couldn't help but get caught up in it, like a tidal wave, pulling Brian under. Brian took a deep breath as Mikey bit on his bottom lip before answering.
"He's the big fucking problem. Roman has him," Brian's whole body went cold. He had known that Roman was angry at him for getting attached to Justin, but he'd never thought that Roman would break the rules and take him. He was angry at himself for not sensing the plan in Roman, for not looking beyond his own pain and fury, and for not sensing that something was wrong with Justin. What good was the bond if Brian paid no attention to it.
"Where?" He resisted the urge to grab Mikey and shake him till the words fell from his lips as quickly as he wanted them too.
"I don't know, somewhere close. Can't you smell him?" Brian frowned, sniffed at the air. He could now and he kicked himself for not noticing it before, so wrapped up in Ethan and the guilt he always felt for Dale when Ethan was around that he hadn't noticed the sweeter scent under the smell of Ethan, the one that Brian had tried to wash from his hands the last week. Tried and failed.
"What's going on?" Ethan choked out, hauling himself up off the floor, his fingers scrabbling against the plaster.
"You, shut the fuck up or I will shut you up," Brian snapped and Ethan, to his delight, shut his mouth. "Mikey, tell me everything," Brian ordered and Mikey shrugged. A sense of urgency had settled in Brian's stomach, pitting in his belly, twisting in knots. He felt his hands shake slightly as Mikey opened his mouth.
"Roman is planning a fight, like a bull fight, but with a wolf. I just found out and I was coming to tell you when I smelled Justin. I thought it might just be residual scent but its definitely fresh, he's here somewhere. And I can only guess that Roman has something to do with it," Mikey said, glaring at Ethan as he took a step towards them.
"You fucking asshole, look at the trouble you've got him into now," Ethan cried, and Brian snarled at him, the hunger and anger from earlier still pulsing quietly in his veins. Ethan took a step backwards, his knuckles going white as he clenched his hands into fists.
"If anyone is to blame in this Ethan, its you," Mikey snapped and Brian felt a swell of affection for his best friend. Mikey really had no idea who was to blame, had no idea that Brian had sent Justin away, out from under the roof that held protection for him, back into Ethan's arms, but he was willing to stand up for Brian no matter what.
"I haven't done anything," Ethan protested and Brian scoffed, he could feel and smell a lie, but wasn't sure what he was lying about, not yet, but there was something hiding under his usual sulky and petulant demeanour.
"I think you're lying," Brian said and Ethan blanched, a wave of fear spreading out from him as he balled his fists tighter. "And if I had time, I would beat the lie out of you, but right now there are more important things to be dealing with," he finished, pulling Mikey from the office and slamming the door. "Make sure he doesn't get out," he ordered Rich, "I don't care what you do to him but he does inot/i leave this building and that he's alive when I get back, you hear me? I'm going to enjoy killing him," Rich nodded, swallowing hard as he glanced at the closed door.
"Can you smell him now?" Mikey asked and Brian paused, closed his eyes as he caught the scent of Justin, sweet and familiar. He nodded briefly as he walked down the hallway above the club, pausing every now and then to sniff at the air. "It's not the full moon," Brian stopped as the thought occurred to him. "Fuck, Roman's going to force a turn, shit Sunshine what the fuck have I got you into?" Brian ignored the worried look from Mikey as he continued down the hall.
"I didn't know you were into bondage," Justin said as Roman smirked at him from across the empty room. The last thing he remembered was walking out of the mansion, shutting the gate behind him and taking a deep breath. The next thing he had woken with a headache, like someone was trying to split his head in two with a sledgehammer, a pounding in the back of his neck, and his hands throbbing as the blood flow to them was lessened by the tight ropes knotted around his wrists. He had tugged experimentally on them, grunting slightly and had heard Roman laugh from the shadows.
"I can see why he finds you fascinating," Roman announced as he took a step forward. Justin swallowed down his fear, his almost blind panic at the fact that he was restrained and inches away from a very powerful, very pissed, ancient Vampire who wanted nothing more than to bleed him dry. "There is very little fear in you. One thing to know little one," he said as he leant down, putting his hands either side of the chair Justin was tied to, leaning his face close to Justin's in a way that was designed to be menacing. And achieved it. "You should be scared."
"Why?" Justin asked, anger rising up slightly, replacing fear, "because you're throwing a little jealous fit?" Roman looked stunned for a second but pulled away laughing, running his hand through Justin's hair.
"You have fire, little one, but it wont keep you safe," Roman ran his hand down Justin's face, forcing his chin up as he stared down at him. Roman's eyes were darker than Brian's, held no amount of humanity, no softness to them that made Brian the enigma that he was. Roman was cruel, harsh, the perfect predator, and his eyes held every bit of evidence to that. Justin resisted the urge to shudder, pull away from his cold touch and stared straight back at him. Roman leaned forward again, gripping his hand around the hair at the back of Justin's head, pulling it back even more as he licked gently at the skin over his pulse. "You smell so good, I bet you taste even better."
Justin swallowed hard around the lump of terror in his throat. His stomach twisted with not only fear, but lust as well and Justin cursed his own body. Roman chuckled darkly against his skin as he sensed it.
"You are drawn to darkness aren't you?" He said, pressed a kiss to his pulse point as he drew away.
"Are you really that scared that Brian will leave you?" Justin asked, against his better judgement and Roman's eyes darkened even more, his grip at the back of Justin's head tightening. Justin winced slightly and felt blood lust coming from Roman as he picked up Justin's fear and pain.
"I'm not scared, because it will never happen," he said and he sounded so sure. Justin noted the slight flicker of unease though, the niggling sense that Brian would leave Roman, and it terrified Roman.
"What do you want?" Justin asked and Roman sighed dramatically.
"Peace on earth, a house in the country, two point four kids," he listed off, grabbing a chair from the corner of the room and sitting himself down in it in front of Justin. "But that's never going to happen, so I guess I'm going to have to settle for watching you fight for your life," he finished, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair. Justin felt a wave of panic hit him. "Oh don't worry, it will probably be quick. Although I have to admit that I am kind of sorry that I wont be able to do it myself, what with the fact that you're Brian's, but watching someone else kill you is going to have to do. And who knows, maybe you'll win," there was a jingle of keys behind the door and Roman turned away from Justin. "You're a distraction he doesn't need right now, little one, and for the sake of my family, I am going to have to take that distraction away," Roman said, standing up as one of his henchmen came into the room pulling a blonde kid with him. The blonde kid struggled against the harsh grip, but to no avail and Justin hated the fact he knew what was coming. Roman grinned like a child, clapping his hands together as the burly vampire handed the kid over. Roman ran his fingers over his face, and he fell still, slumping in Roman's grasp. "Calm," Roman soothed, "you're safe now," he turned back to Justin and his eyes had gone completely black and Justin felt the pull from him, the blood lust that seemed to spread to everyone around him, make them feel the arousal and the need Roman felt in his own body. Roman snarled slightly, bared his teeth and lower his head to the guys neck.
"Don't..." Justin couldn't help the beg that tinged his words, the pleading, but he didn't want someone else to loose their life, he couldn't sit here and watch the life draining from that guy who had done nothing wrong except look like Justin and be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"I never understood the obsession that humans have for life, your own, other peoples, animals. Its so primitive. There is so much more beyond life that you have no comprehension of," Roman said, his voice sounding distant and wondering.
"Please," Justin struggled against the ropes, felt them dig into his wrists, "please don't."
"Don't what? Kill him? What does his life matter to you?" Roman asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"It's life, you can't just take it," Justin tried, knowing it was a pathetic excuse, but the kid was innocent, and Justin felt sick at the thought of having to watch him die.
"Why not? Animals do it all the time, and we, after all little one, just animals," Roman replied, pressing his teeth to the guys neck again.
"Stop it." Justin raised his voice and Roman tore his mouth away, a drop of blood slid down his chin and he wiped it away with his thumb. "Have me instead."
Brian knew he was getting closer, having descended into the basement of the club, the part that nobody used anymore. It was the perfect place for Roman to hide
Justin, to hide the fight he planned and Brian fleetingly wondered which Vampire would be the one to fight Justin. He could feel Justin, could feel his fear, and could smell him, sweet in the dank air.
He felt like such a fool. By bringing Roman's attention to the fact he had drank from Justin, he had opened Justin up a whole world of danger. Roman's jealousy was harsh, long lived and ran deep. He had always been jealous of people Brian was with, people who took the edge off Brian's loneliness made Roman furious. Made him angry that he couldn't provide that solace for Brian. But Brian had given up forcing happiness with Roman. He had grown tired of the senseless killings, his small, tiny grip of humanity remaining in him no matter how many people he killed, families he slaughtered, there had always been the minute sense of wrong, of there could be another way in the back of his mind. And Roman had always known it, always been furious that he couldn't erase that from Brian. No matter how many time he'd tried.
And now Justin was in the grip of that jealousy and Brian had put him there.
"Brian?" Mikey's worried voice broke into his thoughts and Brian stopped, pressed a hand to the damp wall and listened to the faint noises of clunking pipes and squeaking rats.
"Why do you care Mikey?" He asked and Mikey blinked.
"Because you care," he replied, shrugging slightly. He wrapped his arms around Brain's waist and gave him a brief hug. "I can see how much you care, and I don't think you would survive any more guilt," he said and Brian had to admit that maybe he was right. It touched him that Mikey would think of him like that, that Mikey would care just because Brian did.
"Are we getting closer?" Mikey asked and Brian nodded, closing his eyes as he zeroed in on the scent of Justin, the feel of him, the memory of his hands on him. Fury burned through his body and his hands clenched into fists at the thought of Justin in the grip of Roman's jealousy.
He needed to get to him fast.
Roman dropped the boy, stepping over him like trash as he advanced on Justin, a hungry look in his eyes.
"You would give up your life for him?" He asked and Justin shivered in fear as the realisation of what he had offered hit home. He swallowed hard as Roman came closer, cupped his face almost loving in his cold hands. Roman twisted Justin's head to the side, sniffing at his neck and Justin swallowed again.
"Yes," he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the fact that his insides were twisting in panic.
"I can smell the fear on you," Roman said, his voice dark in Justin's ear, "did Brian tell you how intoxicating fear is?" He asked. Justin shook his head the best he could in Roman's now hard grip, keeping his mind on Brian, imagining it was Brian's hands on him, Brian's breath on his skin. Roman chuckled darkly against Justin's pulse, "he wont save you, little one," he said right before his fangs pierced Justin's skin and Justin gasped, chest heaving as he felt the strange pull of his own blood leaving his body.
"Roman stop," Brian's voice was dark, dangerous, leaving no room for argument and Roman pulled away, wiping at his mouth with his thumb as Justin reeled, his eyes dropping closed for a second. The smell of blood was thick in the air and Brian almost stumbled, his vision going red around the edges as the taste of Justin hit him in the back of the throat.
"Brian, how nice of you to join us," Roman smiled, stepping behind Justin and tangling his fingers into his hair. "Justin here had just offered himself to me, seems your Pet couldn't resist," Brian's eyes narrowed at Justin and Justin stiffened, no doubt feeling the betrayal Brian felt. The anger that Justin had let himself be manipulated by Roman, and the fact that he would give himself to anyone else other than Brian.
"No, Brian he was going to..." Justin started, nodding his head in the direction of the slumped body on the floor, Roman's fingers playing in his hair as Brian took a step closer to them both.
"Roman, step back now. I'm not asking this time," Roman growled slightly, tugging on Justin's hair, exposing his neck to Brian and he saw the bite mark, the one that still bled gently down his neck. Brian's eyes fixed on it for a second, his vision going red again at the scent of blood.
"Finally grown some balls hey Brian?" Roman jeered and Brian tore his gaze away from Justin's pale neck.
"This one is mine and you know it," he said and tried to ignore the spike of lust from Justin at those words, the almost impulsive image of them together, Brian's voice low in Justin's ear whispering words of ownership. He shook his head gently as Roman smirked, picking up the images from both of them.
"Yes but he offered himself to me," Roman said, running his fingers down Justin's face and Brian clenched his fists as the surge of jealousy that ran through his blood.
"That does not excuse you taking him and holding him here," Brian said, ignoring the pleading look from Justin.
"I know. But there is just one tiny little detail that you may need to be aware of," Roman said as he stepped away from Justin, over the discarded meal from earlier, stepping closer to Brian, "I didn't take him, someone brought him to me, so technically, I am well within my rights to uh...have my wicked way with him."
"Brian..." Justin tried again and Brian silenced him with a glare.
"Who brought him?" He asked and Roman sighed, shrugging slightly.
"Does it matter?" He replied and Brian wrapped his fingers into Roman's shirt, pulled him close.
"I am sick of your games Roman, who brought him to you?" Roman's eyes narrowed slightly and Brian felt the always present slight lust that came with being close to Roman, and the constant anger that sang through his veins. The same feeling came from Roman although the lust was stronger, darker.
"The jilted ex lover," Roman said, untangling Brian's fingers and smoothing out his shirt.
"Ethan?" Justin asked, his eyes going wide as Roman gave him a sarcastic sympathetic look, patting his cheek gently.
"Yes little one," he gasped theatrically, "It's so hard to find someone to trust nowadays isn't it?"
"Why?" Brian asked and Roman turned to him.
"I don't know. And because I don't really care either, I didn't ask. All he said was that Justin wasn't loyal to the pack anymore," Roman shrugged, "and hey, I get him, Ethan got rid of him, I'd say it was a win win. Well at least it would have been until you came barging in on your white charger and ruined the romantic mood," Roman crossed his arms and Brian's vision narrowed in on him. The anger at himself for letting Justin out of Babylon unprotected, the anger at Roman for being so fucking jealous that he couldn't put it down, the anger at Justin for offering himself in place of someone that meant nothing, it all boiled under the surface as Brian took a step towards Roman, his eyes dark and fang sliding out.
"He's mine Roman, you hear me? He will never offer himself to you again and if you ask me to give him to you, I iwill/i kill you," to Brian's surprise Roman laughed, patting his cheek gently.
"Oh Brian, you couldn't kill me, even if you wanted to, which you don't. First of all, you're not strong enough. Secondly, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. No matter how much you hate me, the love you feel for me is stronger. And it always will be," Roman slid his hand around Brian's neck, pulled him close and kissed him hard. Brian heard Justin's bitten off gasp behind them, the surge of lust from all three as Roman nipped gently at Brian's bottom lip. "Have fun with your pet, Brian, whilst it lasts, and remember, the second you let him out of your sight, someone will have him," Roman sneered as he pulled away, glaring at Justin as he picked up the discarded boy from the floor and dragged him out of the room.
Brian let himself breathe as the noise of Roman walking down the corridor grew quieter and Justin shifted. Brian snapped his eyes to him, took in the slight bruise under his eyes, the small cut on his forehead, the fear in his eyes.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Brian asked, cupping his face in his hands, pressing a kiss to Justin's lips. Justin melted into him, surging upwards the best he could, kissing Brian back.
"He was going to kill that guy," Justin murmured, kissing him again, harder, with an underlying need. Brian had missed this, the taste of Justin, the feel of him under his hands, even though he'd only had a few times before, it was like his body had been craving for it since Justin had walked out, since Brian had given him the push to walk out. Justin moaned slightly, shifting, and Brian felt his arms tug against the ropes still around his wrists. He reluctantly pulled away
"Are you ok?" He asked as he knelt on the floor in front of him, pressing his hands to Justin's thighs. He felt the muscles under his hands shift as Justin did.
"Um…I think so," Justin laughed slightly as Brian slid his hands down Justin's legs, pulled the knots open. He stood and walked around the chair, kneeling again as he undid the knots holding Justin's wrists. His fingers brushed over Justin's skin, pressing against his pulse and he heard Justin's breath catch. Justin stood, clasping one wrist in his hand and rubbing at the red skin.
"You feel like telling me what the hell happened?" Brian asked and Justin frowned, confusion clearly etched on his face as he took an involuntary step backwards. Brian could feel anger bubbling under his skin as Justin's face went from confused to anger. The rational side of Brian knew that this wasn't Justin's fault, that he hadn't asked for any of this. But the larger part, the angry, guilty, jealous, worried part couldn't help but think that some how Justin had provoked this.
"You think this is my fault?" Justin asked.
"Well you leave here, and the next thing I see is you with Roman attached to your neck," Brian couldn't help the jealousy that coloured his words, painted them dark as Justin narrowed his eyes at him.
"You threw me away like bad trash, what the fuck was I meant to do?" Justin threw up his hands and Brian could hear the hurt in his voice. It made him want to pull Justin close, to kiss him hard, to stop that tone from creeping back into his voice, but the image of Roman drinking from him, the fact that Roman could now enter Justin's dreams, had a connection with Justin made his hands twitch, curl into fists at his side.
"Not offer yourself to Roman, do you have any idea how fucking dangerous he is?" Brian asked taking a step forwards, Justin stood his ground, crossing his arms over his chest, putting a barrier between them.
"As dangerous as you are?" Justin asked, curling his lip slightly, anger under his hurt now and Brian didn't want to analyse how it felt to have Justin admit he was dangerous. All this time he had been trying to get Justin to see it, to realise that Brian could have killed him in an instant if he wanted to. And know that Justin knew that, Brian wanted anything to take that knowledge away, have Justin look at him with love and trust again.
"More so. He would have fucking killed you, drained you dry and not thought twice about it," Brian said, grabbing Justin around the arms and pulling him close. Justin shivered slightly, uncrossing his arms and laying his hands on Brian's chest, fingers curling into the material of Brian's shirt. Brian closed his eyes briefly, "and there would have been nothing I could have done," he said and Justin looked up at him, eyes so blue, confused look on his face as his fingers reached in between buttons and stroked gently on Brian's skin.
"Wait…you were worried?" He asked. Brian let him go, uncurled his fingers from Justin's arms and took a step back. He was hit with the sudden realisation that Justin had no idea that Brian cared, that Justin didn't understand the significance of him standing up to Roman, of putting his foot down. It meant nothing to Justin when it had taken all of Brian's strength, his courage.
"I'm not totally heartless," he said, voice quiet and he felt the defences go up in Justin again.
"Yet you compelled me to feel something for you," he replied and Brian frowned.
"No I didn't," he said and Justin closed down even further, stepping further away.
"I'm not an idiot, Brian," he snapped and Brian wondered where the sudden change in mood had come from, why they always seemed to be switching rapidly between sexual tension so thick he could taste it in the back of his throat, and burning anger.
"Well you obviously are because I never compelled you," he all but shouted and Justin scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Brian.
"Yes you did."
"Once," Brian admitted and Justin seemed to soften a bit, shoulders losing a hint of tension as Brian admitted the truth, "and that took every ounce of strength I had," he continued with the truth and Justin seemed to relax further, like he could sense it wasn't a lie, but there was still an underlying sense of distrust and Brian took a step forward, reaching out to Justin, curling his fingers with Justin's and tugging him closer.
"It did?" He asked as he resisted for a second but then came closer.
"Yes," Brian replied, all anger leaving him as Justin stepped even closer, pressing his chest to Brian's. He cocked his head to one side, looking up at Brian.
"Why?"
"I have no idea," Brian said and Justin wound his fingers into Brian's shirt, pulled him down and kissed him, sliding his tongue into Brian's mouth. Brian groaned, wound his arms around Justin and pulled him closer, pulled him up, sliding his hands under Justin's t-shirt. Justin groaned back, the noise echoing in Brian's head as his cold hands roamed over Justin's back. "What you felt Sunshine, when I was inside you, when I touched you, that was real," Brian said, whispering the words into Justin's mouth. Justin shuddered, lowering himself back onto his feet and pressing a kiss to Brian's throat.
"I missed you," he said and Brian tightened his grip, fingernails pressing into Justin's skin.
"You don't get to leave again," he said, possessiveness bleeding into his voice and Justin looked up at him, fingers dipping below Brian's waist band, knuckles pressing into Brian's stomach.
"Don't push me away, and I wont," he whispered and Brian leaned down, kissed him hard, giving Justin his answer without words. He wouldn't push him away again, he knew how dangerous it was out there for Justin, and he also knew how hard it had been for the past week without Justin in sight, without his skin under his hands or the taste of him on his tongue. Justin groaned, stood on tiptoes again to get closer and Brian pulled them both down on the floor, legs tangling as Justin leaned back, eager hands tugging at Brian's pants. Brian pulled his hands away, pressing them into the floor above his head, using his body to still Justin's, thrusting his hips down and Justin's eyes fluttered closed, his fingers twitching in Brian's grip. He groaned when Brian pushed down again, his thigh pressing hard into Justin's cock. Justin wound his leg around him and pulled him closer, arching up at the same time as Brian kissed down his jaw line, nipped gently at the skin below his ear.
"Fuck, Brian," Justin moaned as Brian felt his fangs slide out. He grazed them lightly over Justin's neck, right over where Roman had drank from him, the wounds still tender and Justin gasped, shuddering under him.
"Did it make you hard?" Brian asked, he couldn't help it, couldn't help the jealousy that ran through his veins as he tasted Roman on Justin's skin. Justin shuddered again, arching upwards, whining low in his throat as Brian's grip around his wrist tightened. "Did it?"
"No," Justin managed to say and Brian pulled away enough to kiss him, grinding his hips down. "Only you," he groaned again as Brian snaked one hand inside his pants, his fingers curling around the base of Justin's cock, squeezing hard. Justin arched like a bow, back bending upwards, neck exposed.
"No one else gets to do this," Brian ground out, whispered harsh in Justin's ear as he twisted his hand, the other still clamped around Justin's wrists.
"No," Justin whispered, arching his hips upwards, chasing Brian's touch as Brian pulled his hand out of his pants. Brian tightened his grip on Justin's wrists slightly.
"Stay," he ordered and let go, Justin nodded, his body twitching as Brian pulled away, and tugged Justin's jeans down his thighs. He kissed up Justin's thigh, nipping gently at the skin on his hip bone and Justin whined again, curling his fingers into Brian's hair. Brian turned him over, making Justin gasp at the sudden movement and Brian pushed his t-shirt up, licking down his spine, over the bumps and the scars. He pulled away briefly, ran his fingers over the four jagged claw marks on Justin's back causing Justin to shiver, twist his neck and look at Brian, his gaze hooded. Brian curled his fingers slightly, pressing them into Justin's skin and Justin closed his eyes as Brian leaned back down. He shifted uncomfortably, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as Brian licked at one of the scars. "Smell so good...so fucking beautiful," he muttered and heard Justin scoff. The realisation that Justin didn't think so hit him hard as he pulled away far enough to run his fingers over the scars again, trailing his fingers down his spine and pressing gently into his ass. Justin bit on his bottom lip. "Beautiful and mine," Brian continued, leaning down far enough to whisper the words straight into Justin's ear. Brian trailed his fingers up Justin's back again, bringing them to Justin's mouth. Justin licked at them as he sucked them in, his tongue licking between them, slick and slightly rough against the soft skin between them. Justin's bottom lip was slick as Brian pulled his fingers out and he leaned down to kiss him, to pull that lip between his own, worry it with his teeth as Justin moaned into his mouth. Brian pushed his fingers inside the tight heat of Justin, the heat he'd missed in the last week and Justin groaned, pushed his hips backwards, his skin glistening with sweat. Brian hooked his fingers and Justin stiffened, his fingers scrabbling at the floor as he nearly bit through his bottom lip. "Mine," Brian said again, twisting his fingers and Justin groaned, pushing his back against Brian's hand. "Say it."
"Yours, God...yours," Justin ground out as Brian pulled his fingers free and covered Justin's body with his own. Justin shifted, pressing his hips back against Brian's cock. Brian sat back, pulling Justin's hips upwards, back against him and Justin rested his weight on his forearms, his head turned slightly towards Brian, a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and Brian wanted to catch it with his tongue. He spat into his hand, slicked himself up the best he could and pushed in. There wasn't enough lube, not nearly enough prep but Justin groaned like it was the best thing he'd ever felt, and Brian shuddered as he pushed all the way in, his hips resting against Justin's ass, thighs pressed together. Brian ran a hand down Justin's back, the muscles quivering under his skin as Justin shifted, pressed back against Brian. "Move Brian, please," he urged and Brian did, pulled out far enough to slam back in, the tight heat of Justin all around him, Justin's skin hot andsmooth under his hands where he gripped at his hips.
Brian leaned forward, plastered himself to Justin's back, still moving his hips in and out, tangled his fingers with Justin's on the floor. He kissed at Justin's neck and Justin groaned, bared it even more and whispered "do it", his lips grazing over Brian's forehead. Brian felt his fangs glide out, scratching down Justin's neck. The scent of Roman still lingered on Justin's skin, dark and heavy under the smell of Justin and sweat and Brian groaned, pressed his teeth to Justin's neck. Justin whimpered when they pierced the skin and Brian growled, low in his throat, shifting his hips slightly and hitting something inside Justin that made him stiffen, curses spilling from his lips.
Brian felt himself losing control, Justin was here, hot in his hands, the taste of him sweet on his tongue, he was so deep inside him and he felt the blood lust taking over, the need to drink until the delicate life in his hands dimmed and he dragged his mouth away, eyes watching the small drop of blood roll down Justin's neck.
"Fuck Brian...I...I need," Justin stammered and Brian wrapped his fingers around his cock, twisted once and Justin groaned, hips twitching as he came hot and sticky over Brian's hand. Justin's muscles clamped around Brian and Brian drove home once, twice, hips pulsing in deep as he came buried so far inside Justin.
Justin hissed as Brian pulled out and Brian felt a pang of regret at the noise, the fact that he had hurt Justin but Justin hummed happily, his arms giving out as he flopped onto the floor. There was a slight smile on his face as Brian looked down at him, scars stark against his pale skin. Brian wanted nothing more than to lie down with him, and sleep forever, the scent of Justin around him, but he had things to do, things to sort out. He smacked Justin's ass gently and Justin jumped, glared comically at Brian.
"Come on, up. There are things to do," Brian said, standing and holding his hands down to him. Justin glared again, rolling over onto his back. He stretched languidly, a hint of mischief in his eyes and Brian resisted the urge to fuck him all over again, sink back into his body and make those noises fall from Justin's lips again. He raised an eyebrow at Justin who sighed and put his hands in Brian's. Brian pulled him up, pulled him close and kissed him. He felt Justin smiled against his mouth.
"So what do we do?" He asked and Brian shook his head gently, pressing his hand to Justin's lower back, pulling him close.
"You are staying here, I don't want you leaving until I have sorted this out, ok?" He said and Justin frowned, stiffening slightly as he tried to pull away. Brian kept his hold on him and hooked his fingers under his chin, forcing Justin to look at him. "Would you do me a favour and just trust me on this?"
Justin frowned again but nodded.
"Ok," he said quietly, closing his eyes and leaning his head against Brian's chest. There would be no heartbeat, no gentle thudding in Justin's ear and Brian wondered why a small smile graced his face and his fingers trailed over where Brian's heart would have been. Brian caught his fingers, squeezed them once as he let go of him.
He needed to make sure that Justin was safe. The knowledge that Ethan had handed him over to Roman was enough to make his blood run colder than normal and he knew that the second Justin stepped out of Babylon he would be in danger. He couldn't afford to let that happen.
He would do whatever he had to, to make sure Justin was safe.