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The day was strange. Steven had wept quietly, blood red tears leaking down his face. He'd fought the chains some more, fought the gag, made pleading sounds, whining sounds that pulled at Brendan's heart, moans that stroked his arousal and angry growls that made him worry for their future. Would Steven forgive him for this? Would he understand why Brendan had done it? Would he be able to accept that Brendan was doing this out of love?
He made himself listen to every sound, watch every move. He owed it to Steven.
Brendan hadn't meant to close his eyes, but at some stage he had. It must have been exhaustion. He found himself in Steven's position, chained and vulnerable; only he was alone with his maker. The evil bastard was gloating, delighting in Brendan's pain and misery. Brendan pleaded with him, begging for the vampire to free him and to leave him alone. He cried out his apologies for running, for trying to escape and he begged the man not to hurt him anymore. His master refused. Then he'd approached, climbed onto the bed.
It changed suddenly. To Steven; a full, alive, beautiful Steven. The sun glowed benevolently in the sky, but somehow shone more dimly than the man Brendan loved, who bit his lip shyly, as he gave Brendan the most gorgeous look of apprehension.
"I love you, Steven," Brendan whispered.
Steven smiled at him sadly. He raised a hand and stroked Brendan's face gently, then smiled at him. Brendan held the hand to his face. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I would die to give you back your life."
Steven looked down, then turned slowly away.
"Wait!" Brendan called after him, but Steven didn't seem to hear. He strolled off through the sunlight and Brendan had no choice but to follow. He wound deep through the strange landscape, forests, hills, oceans, cities, following a glimpse of slim thigh here, a twinkling of fair hair there, tanned golden skin. He pushed back monsters, frightened off humans, did anything to keep the dangers away from his Steven.
Steven led him back to his room.
Suddenly Steven was on him, surrounding him, attacking him with lips, tongue and teeth. He had to grab him, push him down just so his brain could function enough to continue.
"Fuck me!" gasped Steven, "Brendan, please!"
Brendan groaned. He wanted nothing better.
"It's OK!" Ste gasped, "It's a dream! You can fuck me!"
There was something wrong with that statement; but right now, for the life of him Brendan couldn't figure out what it was. His grip on Steven's arms weakened.
With a wicked smirk, Steven dropped to his knees, slipping out of Brendan's grasp like an eel. "You just need a bit of encouragement." He got Brendan's cock out in seconds, and before Brendan could even think, had taken it all into his mouth.
"Oh God!" gasped Brendan.
Steven looked up at him through the eyelashes of an angel and gave him a grin worthy of Satan. Brendan groaned again at the sight. Steven was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Then Steven did a trick with his tongue that stopped every coherent thought in Brendan's head. His hands gripped Steven's hair and Steven's gripped his arse. He couldn't seem to stop the obscene sounds escaping his throat and the matching sounds from Steven's only made it all worse.
Before he could lose himself completely, Steven pushed him over. He landed gracelessly on his back, and Steven clambered over him, a hand on his shoulders, the other grasping his cock. The younger man made a noise of pure need that sent a shiver through Brendan and lowered himself onto Brendan's cock.
Brendan opened his eyes to the dark room and a still chained and gagged Steven. The boy's expression was no longer fear and misery. It had shifted subtly to one of self-satisfaction, which was impressive with a gag in his mouth.
Brendan rubbed his face. "Pleased with yourself?" he grumbled.
Steven groaned and shifted his hips, pulling Brendan's attention to his hard cock. Brendan snorted. "Serves you right," he said, though the latter part of the dream had given him the same problem. He shifted on his chair, trying to subtly make it less uncomfortable.
Steven groaned, and twisted in his chains. Brendan shook his head, "I'm not going to fuck you until you can consent properly," he said. "Until you're you again."
Steven groaned angrily this time. Maybe he was getting better; frustration suggested he'd understood the words. But then he might just be reacting to the fact Brendan hadn't fucked him yet.
He twisted once more in his chains, this time managing to turn over. As his cock made contact with the bed and he groaned loudly. Brendan groaned too, putting a tired hand over his eyes. Steven was clearly trying to torture Brendan into submission. He was canny, even in his bloodlust, to mess with their roles: Steven was the one in chains!
"I'm still not fucking you!" he insisted, as Steven ground away, watching him with needy eyes. He tried not to think about it, not to watch the wanton display, or listen to the moans that he could have so easily fooled himself were "Please, Brendan!"
Eventually Steven gave up, and just sagged on the bed, sobbing quietly once more and turning his face away from Brendan. A short while after that he went completely silent.
After about three minutes of silence, Brendan started to panic.
"Steven?" he said, urgently.
Steven lay still, silent.
"Steven?" Brendan repeated, trying to tell himself that there was nothing that could have hurt Steven in this room. Except, he wasn't certain Steven was a true vampire. What if it had only been a temporary transformation - a small amount of blood had turned him for a few days?
"Steven!" Brendan repeated, getting up and touching Steven on the arm. He was cold, but then Steven was a vampire so that wasn't unexpected. "Steven!" Brendan cried.
He pulled Steven over. The young vampire's eyes were closed, his face emotionless. Brendan felt a fresh surge of fear. It would be too cruel for something to have taken Steven away again, even worse if it was yet again Brendan's fault. He hurriedly untied the gag, more because it looked so vile than because it might actually be hurting Steven. He pulled it away from Steven's jaws, and stroked his face, trying to urge him to wake. "Steven?" he breathed.
Steven's eyes flew open and he shouted "Fu..."
Brendan shoved his hand over Steven's mouth in time. He didn't have to do unfinished orders. Steven thrashed anew, trying to bite the palm of Brendan's hand, and Brendan hissed in pain and cried "Stop struggling!"
Steven did, but he didn't stop writhing. His feet found Brendan's groin, revelling in the hardness he found there. Brendan growled in fury and shoved the gag back into his mouth, barely trying to be gentle.
"Sneaky bastard!" he grumbled as he tied it tightly once more. Steven released a series of sounds from behind his gag that Brendan didn't try to make out: he was pretty sure they would be ordering him to die. When the gag was secure, he checked the chains and when he was satisfied, dropped heavily back onto the chair. He groaned again, wondering how he could ever know if Steven was better if he could lie and mislead in this situation.
"Well, this is new," said Anne's voice from the door.
Brendan groaned. It had to be night time again if Anne was up. She was currently staring at Steven with the most wicked of grins on her face. A writhing, naked Steven.
"What do you want?" he demanded, getting between her and Steven purposefully.
"Cheryl told me you had chained Ste to your bed," Anne told him with a smirk. "I didn't believe her, so I had to check."
"Well, now you have you can fuck off," he told her.
"Brendan! There's a naked man tied to your bed and you're not going to let me watch?!"
Brendan glared at her, "This is not sexual, Anne!" He told her, and rolled his eyes when Steven once more rubbed himself against the bed and groaned like a whore.
Anne folded her arms, "Brendan, there is nothing platonic about what is going on in here!"
"Anne, he's just turned, he's not in his right mind…"
"You've chained him up naked and all he can think about is sex." She peered over Brendan's shoulder, making Brendan shift over to block her view again.
"No, he wants to kill me, too."
"How long has he been hard?" she demanded, "you know, I think that might be a form of torture. I mean, that's why I leave men chained up and horny for hours on end. And in case you haven't noticed, he's looking seriously hot, Brendan."
Brendan could have growled with annoyance, "Didn't you hear me?"
"What, he wants to kill you?" Anne rolled her eyes, showing how little that bothered her, "That'll last a day maybe, but you've got the man of your dreams chained and writhing on your bed and you're not even gonna do anything?"
Brendan shook his head. "Not without his consent."
Anne actually scoffed at him. "Seriously?" she said, "Ste, do you want to have sex with Brendan?"
Steven's groan couldn't be anything except an affirmative.
"That doesn't count!" Brendan protested, even as his penis exclaimed how much it wanted it to.
"Eugh!" groaned Anne, "well, why's he gagged then?"
"Figure it out, Anne!" Brendan snapped.
"He's still got control of you?"
Brendan sighed.
Anne smiled. "So, when you try to order me around again, I can just gag you and get him to make you do it instead?"
"Anne, just…"
"Yes, I'm going!" Anne sighed, "But when you finally get over this crap, don't forget to film it, will you? We could make a fortune from selling that online, and you still owe me for them shoes you made me ruin."
"Get…!"
"I'm gone!" and she was, as quickly as she appeared. Brendan grunted, and turned back to Steven, who was now on his knees with his head down and displaying his arse.
"Oh God!" Brendan groaned once again.
Steven was watching Brendan with an unnerving glint in his eyes. Brendan didn't really know what was worse: seductive Steven or sad Steven. Both were forces to be reckoned with in completely different ways. Sad Steven broke his heart, but seductive Steven destroyed almost every shred of self-control that Brendan had gained over the years. If only he could get some happy medium, then at least they could talk. Brendan could find out if the real Steven was still in there somewhere.
Steven had seemed a lot calmer earlier when he'd fed him warmed up blood from a cup with a straw. Although he had made a lot of grunting and moaning noises that Brendan assumed were pretty much for his benefit only. He sighed and sat himself down on the bed, only to hear high-pitched shouting coming from below.
Cheryl burst into the room a moment later, with a look on her face that indicated she was far from happy. "The witch is downstairs and demanding to talk to you."
"Well, you can tell her I'm busy." said Brendan, diverting his attention back to Steven.
"She won't take no for an answer." said Cheryl.
Brendan let out a growl. "Watch Steven, I'll be two minutes. If you let him out of your sight..."
Cheryl rolled her eyes. "How difficult can it be to watch someone tied to a bed?"
Brendan shot her a look which indicated that she had no idea what he'd been through the last few hours. He reluctantly left his bedroom, giving Steven what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Brendan did not like the fact that the smirk on Steven's face seemed to get even bigger.
He went downstairs and tried to hide his confusion as Myra pulled a vampire woman into his living room by her ear and practically threw her down onto one of his sofas. It took Brendan a few moments to realise the vampire was Mercedes McQueen (Myra's recently turned and very annoying daughter). There was also another woman who Brendan had never seen before.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Brendan rudely. He didn't have time to play peacekeeper in this domestic.
"Tell him." urged the small woman, there was something magic and almost pixie-like about her.
"Tell me what?" said Brendan. He was beginning to get the feeling that he wasn't going to like what they were going to say.
"Nothing." said Mercedes. "They're both nuts. Dragged me here like two mad women."
Myra pressed her lips together. "Even as a little girl you were a terrible liar, you're even worse now you're a vampire."
Brendan bared his teeth in warning. "I have got better things to with my time, none of which involves listening to you three ladies bicker. Now over there you will see a door, I suggest you take a nice little walk out of it and preferably carry on going until you reach a nice little cliff to chuck yourselves off."
Mercedes's smirked smugly at the other two women. "See he doesn't want to hear about your little made-up fantasies."
Brendan turned and indicted to Anne to take care of the situation. He was half way towards the stairs when Myra suddenly spoke up.
"It's about Ste, Brendan."
Brendan froze, instantly knowing he wasn't going to return to Steven as quickly as he wanted. He swallowed deeply and turned, trying to make his face a mask of indifference. He couldn't reveal to the witches Steven wasn't dead, but upstairs chained to his bed. It still caused him pain to think of Steven how he was at the minute, a thing rather than a human.
Myra looked as if she wanted to cry. "He was a lovely young man Brendan, he shouldn't have died like he did."
"He wasn't meant to die at all." said the pixie-like woman. "It wasn't his destined time to go." she directed a glare at Mercedes.
"Are we missing something and who are you?" asked Anne.
"Nancy. And Ste was being targeted for a reason." continued Nancy. "Someone knew about the spell Myra did all those years ago and they wanted to take what Ste had."
Brendan could feel his body beginning to shake with rage. "How did they know what Steven had?"
Nancy and Myra's eyes both unconsciously flittered towards Mercedes. That was the only answer Brendan needed. He launched himself forward with a roar.
Cheryl glanced down at her nails and let out an annoyed sigh. "Stupid Brendan, making me sit up here like some babysitter. It's not fair, you know?" she looked at Ste who was chained to the bed. His red eyes seemed to full of what looked like...understanding. "Who does he think he is ordering me around all the time, he never does it to Mitzeee."
Ste let out a noise from behind his gag. It sounded as if he was agreeing with her.
"Why is it everyone prefers Mitzeee to me?" asked Cheryl, her bottom lip beginning to wobble. "I'm pretty too and I don't throw myself at men like she does."
Ste made more noises from behind his gag.
Cheryl let out a sigh and went over and pulled the fabric down. "Is that better love?" she asked.
"Yeah." answered Ste, as meekly as a kitten. "Cheryl...better. Cheryl...pretty"
Her eyes softened at those words. "How are you feeling love?" asked Cheryl. She didn't understand why Brendan thought Ste was a risk to anyone at the minute, he seemed perfectly in control.
Ste shifted awkwardly. "Hands hurt." his eyes beginning to fill with big red tears.
"Oh love." said Cheryl. "Maybe...maybe I could loosen them, just a little. You wouldn't tell Brendan, would you?"
Ste shook his head. "Hurts. Hurts a lot."
Cheryl failed to see Ste's triumphant grin or the glint in his eyes as she slowly loosened what was binding him to the bed. "There love, that should be a little better."
Ste smiled at her. "Yes...lot better."
It was ironic that one of the few times Myra McQueen got a spell right was when defending her daughter turned vampire. As Brendan had sprang forward he'd found himself hitting a solid shield of power and being thrown back into his living room wall. He was soon back on his feet ready to attack again, but this time the one called Nancy got involved.
"You can't kill her, not until you've heard the full story." argued Nancy. "No matter how much she deserves it." she pulled a face that indicated to Brendan she had no problems with whatever he planned to do with Myra's daughter after he'd heard the facts.
"Please Brendan." pleaded Myra. "You can't kill my Mercy. You must know how it feels to lose someone, especially after what happened to Ste."
"Don't talk about him!" growled Brendan. "You have no right."
"This is getting us nowhere." stated Nancy. "It's time we told you what we know and then at least you'll know why poor Ste Hay was targeted."
"Why was he targeted? And how do you know about it?" asked Anne, curiously observing the woman in front of her.
"There's three of us," supplied Myra. "And when we get together we're kind of a coven."
Nancy snorted at that. "Not a very good coven."
"Any way..." continued Myra. "We were having one of our meetings and I may have mentioned the spell I cast on Brendan and our Mercy, well she overheard us."
"I didn't hear or say anything." hissed Mercedes from her position on the sofa, it seemed she was being held there by magic.
"Yes you did!" said Nancy angrily. "She let this information slip to one of her vampire lovers, who let it slip to one of his friends and the chain continued until it reached the ears of someone who should never have had the information."
"Who?" asked Brendan.
"We're getting to that." stated Nancy. "This person, well, they kidnapped my son, and used him to force me to do a spell. I didn't want to, Brendan, I swear, but I couldn't let him hurt Oscar! He's only a baby! But it was a spell that would show who now had power over you. The spell worked and identified Ste Hay as the chosen one."
Brendan clenched his fists. "So everything that's happened. That was all about sending a message and targeting Steven?"
"Yes." said Myra reluctantly.
"So I'm the reason Steven's dead?" said Brendan quietly.
"No." said Anne forcefully. "It's that Cam's fault."
Mercedes looked confused. "Cam? Who's Cam?"
All eyes in the room turned and looked at her in confusion.
"Cam's the one who was targeting Ste." said Myra. "The mastermind behind all this."
"No he wasn't." said Mercedes. "I know the name of the vampire who kidnapped Nancy and his name certainly wasn't Cam. That's a stupid name for a vampire."
"What do you mean his name wasn't Cam?" asked Anne sharply.
A shriek from upstairs caused everyone in the room to automatically look up. Cheryl thundered down the stairs just as Brendan was about to bound up them. She didn't look happy at all.
"Ste's escaped!" she cried.