Forced Love

****This is my first Blood Ties Fic. Please Rate and Review!! Thanks!!!

The night surrounded them. It was comforting; like a soft and inky cloak. Arm in arm, Vicki and Henry turned the corner at Bloor St. W., heading for one of Henry’s favorite local pubs for a quick drink after a long and unfortunately fruitless stakeout. “Well we know it’s not an incubus, or a succubus. Nothing amorous about this one. No blood left in any of the corpses. Could it be another demon? You know. Another bad guy, or maybe another Bloodsucker trying to make it look like your handy work, Henry?” Vic asked. Henry frowned, “Well at least your friend Mike won’t immediately think it’s me this time.” Henry pondered for a moment more. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, when suddenly he froze mid stride, an odd look coming across his face. Henry’s features assumed the inhuman, focused look of a predator. Sniffing the air while his blue eyes searched for some unseen entity. “What? What is it?” She asked. Still searching, he answered. “Another vampire. There is one near.” Spinning, he paused. “A powerful one. Ancient.” Startled, Vicki twisted her head first left, then right; searching the darkness for all the good it did her with her poor eyesight. “And you know all this – How?” Without even glancing at her, Henry answered, “I can smell him, I can feel it…. His presence….. It reminds me of someone….” He never finished the sentence. Fangs bared, eyes turning a beautiful deep black, Henry shoved Vicki behind him, a lock of hair falling across his forehead, snarling into the darkness.
From out of an exclusive night club, one reserved for the most high society, a figure came. Henry zeroed in on him immediately, and Vicki knew that this was the vampire Henry had felt. The ancient one. He was tall, athletically muscular, clothed in an expensive deep blue knee length tailored coat, the coat’s lines and fabric oozed quiet elegance. The ancient was roughly 3 inches taller then Henry. Long straight flowing blonde hair fell to his shoulder blades glistening in the moonlight, such a pale gold that it shown like small glints of sunlight. As the figure approached, Vicki could see an exquisitely handsome face. Peering thru wisps of stylishly long blonde bangs were bright sapphire eyes, compared to Henry’s normally pale blue ones. Vicki was stunned. He certainly did NOT look ancient, only slightly older then Henry, if at all. And were they ALL so damned beautiful? This man had the most curvy sensual lips she had ever seen, and even she could feel the power practically vibrating from him. As the figure walked slowly towards them, he showed neither any sign of impending attack, nor of fear, just a pervasive radiation of calm. The closer he came, the more poised and elegantly powerful this man appeared, and Vicki noticed a slight tremor come from Henry. Was Henry that angry, or was he afraid? She could not tell. At a loss for words, Vicki merely looked on, while Henry pushed her further behind him, snarling at the stranger.
A small smile curved the lips of the blonde beauty, and he raised a perfectly manicured hand. “There is no need Henry. I do not plan to infringe upon your territory, I am here merely as a traveler. On….. business you might say. And we do have a past friendship…. Of sorts.” It was quite simply the most captivating voice Vicki had ever heard. Spoken calmly, his voice was soft, graceful and sensually masculine. Henry did not relax his posture, but at least his fangs receded, and his eyes returned to their normal blue. Henry said nothing. Vicki looked from one to the other, waiting for what would happen next. The smile widened showing pearly teeth, “I see you do not have much to say to me as usual Henry. What has it been, 350 years? Don’t tell me you are you still frightened of me?” Henry curled his hands into fists, a grimace on his lovely features. “I simply don’t think we have anything to discuss Aeson.” Aeson tilted his head in that oddly detached vampire way, “Oh but I think we do.” Looking to Vicki, he commented, “I see your tastes have changed over the years.” Angrily she said, “I don’t see anyone on your arm, buddy.” Vicki retorted feeling insulted. Aeson raised his eyebrows, “You misunderstand me, Lady. You are obviously a woman of substance. Not the simplistic beautiful type Henry normally consorts with. I recall I used to call them “Bubble Gum Girls,” sweet tasting but not much in the way of any real nourishment, isn’t that right Henry?” “Thanks. I think.” Vicki responded.
“Leave her out of this Aeson. My choice of companions has never been your concern.” Gazing at Henry, Aeson replied, “Oh but it has, if you remember correctly.” Suddenly turning his attention to Vicki, he looked deeply into her eyes and she felt transfixed. Finally he said, “Ahhhh. Vicki Nelson. A distinct pleasure to meet you.” “But how did you?” Vicki asked. Henry cut in, “Sshhh.” Dropping his voice to the same soft and elegant timber, barely above a whisper, Henry said to Aeson, “What do you want Aeson? Out of respect, what “Business” is it you have here? This was no accidental meeting, so please…. be plain.”
Vicki couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The 2 men shared such an obvious similarity in mannerisms and speech patterns that she wondered if this was a common vampire thing, or perhaps something different? Perhaps it was the long lost customs of high born princes?
“You have something I want Henry.” Henry tensed up beside her, and another tremor raced thru his body. She’d never seen Henry react like this, Vicki’s brow wrinkled, worried. “We have had that discussion before, Aeson.” The blonde vampire chuckled softly. “Oh yes we have, have we not? You were much younger then. It is not what I was referring to.” Aeson’s blue eyes pierced Henry to the core. “However now that you mention it, it seems you have 2 things that I want.” At Henry’s quizzical look, he said “Contact me at Le Chateau de Cheval at your earliest convenience.” Executing a brief bow from the hips, he said to Vicki, “Good evening Miss Nelson.” And like the vanishing of a wind, Aeson the ancient was gone.
“What the hell was THAT!? How did he know who I am? Why are you afraid of him?” Vicki exploded, but seeing the panicked look on Henry’s face, she quickly bit her tongue. He was stone still, eyes closed, and decidedly unsettled. Vicki was a good judge of people, and she knew Henry. She gave him the time and space he needed. As she waited patiently, in silence, Henry finally collected himself enough to explain some things. “His name is Aeson, obviously. He knew who you were because as vampires age, we become more powerful. Just as I can manipulate most people’s minds, he can also read their thoughts, while I as of yet, can not.” “Well just how old IS he?” Henry sighed and they began to walk again, “You remember Christina made me?” at her nod, he continued, “Well someone made Christina.” “So, wait HE made your Christina?” Henry shook his head. “No, He is the maker of the one who turned Christina.” As Vicki absorbed this, she said, “So you’re telling me he is essentially Christina’s vampire grandfather, your great grandfather so to speak?” Henry nodded. “But we don’t know exactly how old he is. He is of royal blood, very honorable, from a very old family line, at last recognition 350 yrs ago, his holdings were mainly in Sweden, but I believe he is from Greece originally and is well over a thousand years old. He guards his secrets well.” Vicki stopped just as they were about to enter the bar, “Over a thousand years old!?” Henry ducked his head and nodded. “And when you felt his presence near us you thought he was going to attack us, that is why you tried to protect me? But he seems extremely civilized. He acts even more princely then you do. And what did he want from you?” Henry held open the door for her and as they sat down at the bar he said, “If he had attacked, I would have tried to protect you from him, but it would only have been long enough for you to be able to get away. He would have no trouble defeating me. He could destroy me without much effort at all had he wanted to.” Vicki stared at Henry’s handsome face for a long moment, wanting to help him. Henry smiled softly, “Don’t worry Vic, even with all his power, Aeson is normally a very serene and gracious person, as vampires go. His power gives him the advantage of knowing he can easily be victorious, therefore he has no need for flash or shows. He always practices decorum and restraint……” Henry raised his eyebrows, considering, “Unless he means to kill you, of course.”
“But you seemed so angry. You obviously have some connection in the past.” She hesitated, “What did he want from you so long ago, Henry?” Closing his eyes he turned away from her. “We met thru Christina that first year and became very friendly. We were practically inseparable. I was amazed by his strength, knowledge and grace. That ended one summer. He wanted something I was unwilling to give him…… He wanted - Me. ” When he turned back around to look at her she could see he was not joking. “Wait. So your saying that blonde god is GAY!?” At this Henry finally smiled and chuckled. “No, he is not gay as you would define it. He in fact prefers women, as do I. But when someone has lived so long, let’s just say he has learned to have an appreciation for sexual chemistry even when he sees it in his own sex.” Vicki’s face went blank. After stammering and stuttering for a few seconds thinking of the implications in that answer, Henry had called it sexual chemistry, did that mean Henry had felt it too? Was Henry attracted to Aeson? She decided to ask the only question she felt she could stomach hearing the answer for: “What is the second thing he wanted?” Henry shrugged. “I don’t know.”
The next evening Henry dialed the number for Le Chateau. It was a huge mansion, placed on two hundred of acres of rolling fields and manicured gardens, several tennis courts well hidden in the deep foliage and 2 horse stables, (hence it’s name) very much like a castle on the outskirts of the city. Owned by an obscenely rich man, who was rarely in residence, and obviously a good friend of Aeson’s. Exactly the kind of classic opulence Aeson would prefer to any modern hotel. When Aeson’s voice got on the line, Henry wasted no time in getting to the point. “I’m calling as you requested. What is it you wanted to discuss? What business do we have? I can not imagine many things that would convince you to leave home for any long length of time.” Henry could almost hear the smile in the older vampire’s voice before he answered, “Well there’s you of course, there IS always that, but I did come to Canada for a very real reason, finding you to be a part of it was merely a pleasing fringe benefit.” Henry waited patiently in silence. “A very dear one to me was killed last year, in a very torturous manner. It caused me…. great pain. Someone you know very well committed the deed. Javier Mendoza, the inquisitor.” The name sent shivers up Henry’s spine. Henry replied, “If that is what you are here for, please consider the matter closed. He’s dead. I killed him myself.” “Yes, I know. Thank you for that. I would have preferred to do the deed myself, as I am sure you were much to kind about it for my tastes Henry. But I have been collecting and destroying all his devices. The Iluminasium Del Sol’s that he used, so that they will never be used to hurt another that I love. It has become my personal mission. Javier had many of these made, and he has left a disturbing trail of them behind for others to find. Your friend Vicki Nelson has one of them. I want it. You will bring it to me.” Henry was speechless. “She has what? That can’t be, I’m sure she destroyed it.” “She has it Henry; I assure you. I saw it in her thoughts, and I want it. You will bring it to me here tomorrow evening directly after sunset, or I will go and get it from her myself. That could be ……. unpleasant.” Henry held onto the phone as his stomach clenched, “Oh Henry, don’t tell me you still fear me? Our friendship should never have ended as it did, I promise you I mean you no harm.” Henry bit out, “That depends on your definition of harm doesn’t it?” Aeson chuckled sensually, “I think that maybe you are more afraid of yourself. Let us end this. Bring me the Sun device.” And then Aeson clicked off. Henry called Vicki and confirmed that she did indeed have the device, saving it in case a rogue vamp came and they might need it. Henry was furious that it might somehow be seized and used upon him again, or any other vampire for that matter, but Vicki tried desperately to tell him that she had wanted only to protect him. Yeah, well protecting him would have meant destroying it, she countered with, yeah like protecting her should have meant destroying Asteroth’s book and the dagger. Henry hung up the phone knowing she was right, but angry just the same. He went and got the hated sun device from her, leaving with his jaw clenched and then set out to feed, knowing tomorrow he would have to go and see Aeson.

Dressed casually in jeans and a white linen button down shirt, Henry pulled up to the huge stone mansion, got out of his jaguar, and mounted the steps without bothering to lock the expensive car’s doors. He might have to leave quickly and he knew the jag was safe here. His mind resigned to this meeting, Henry pressed his palm against the large ornate door feeling it give willingly under his hand. Without bothering to request entrance, or even utter a word, Henry followed his senses up the stairs, tracing the scent and feel of the other vampire’s power to the second floor. Turning left at the top of the curved staircase, Henry entered a large suite with a monstrous hearth burning brightly, to find Aeson sitting in a chair across the room, long golden locks glistening in the firelight, sipping a glass of deep red wine, staring into the fire. Aeson was also dressed informally for this meeting, similarly in a pair of jeans but with a form fitting black t-shirt on. Why did just the sight of this vampire always affect Henry this way? His whole body tensed up and shivered, and just the fact that it did so, that he had so little control of his own emotions, made Henry angry. Without taking his eyes from the flames Aeson asked, “Have you brought it? And did she explain why she still held something that could cause you so much devastation and maybe even end your life?”
“Yes, I brought it, and our conversation is not your affair.” Turning to look at him, Aeson studied him for a second. “Oh but you are upset by it. She has hurt you.” Henry drew his eyebrows together angrily, “Get out of my thoughts, Aeson, that is rude and beneath you.” Aeson stood up, the movement only accentuating his muscularly perfect form, “I am not reading your thoughts Henry, but I can see your turmoil, and more. It is written clearly across your face. You were injured by her actions.” He sighed, “and I scare you still. Even after all this time you scare yourself.” Henry steadfastly refused to answer. He dug the sun device out of his back pocket; then tossed it on the floor at Aeson’s feet. “This is what you wanted. Now you have it. You have no more reason to be here, flaunting your power. This is my domain, I demand that you leave.”
Aeson’s face constricted and appeared angry, “You dare to order me to do anything pup? I have been more then respectful to you when I have no need to be. I suggest you do not dishonor yourself with such a distinct lack of courtesy.” Henry answered, “I just want you to go before things get ugly, and I have to defend what is mine.” Aeson was mystified, “You know very well that I have never meant you harm Henry, and your venom is unjustified. Just as you and I both know you are no challenge for me.” The truth of this statement only infuriated Henry more. He couldn’t understand his own out of control reactions, but just the same, Henry’s eyes turned black and his fangs appeared. Upon seeing this, Aeson’s winged eyebrows raised in pure disbelief, “You draw a battle stance against me!? Have you lost your senses?” Henry snarled, “I do not fear you Aeson! You assume too much. I would be a challenge for you. Who do you think you are with your condescending attitude? I would not submit to you then and I will not submit to you now! Oh I understand now…. I do not WANT you or is that too much for your enormous ego to comprehend?” Henry finished with a look of satisfaction. Aeson became enraged, “Whelp. I never said anything about submission. Again it is you who brooch that subject. You provoke me on purpose. You go too far.” Swift as lightning Aeson was across the room. Henry found himself suddenly flung backwards against the door, his hair falling across his forehead blurring his vision, with Aeson’s hand closing tightly around his throat, Aeson said softly, silkily, “I could kill you for your insolence Henry.” Henry struggled weakly against the grip, he gasped, “I’ll take you down with me.” A ridiculously, obviously, futile threat. Clenching his jaw, Aeson pushed even closer, using his knee between the other man’s legs to press him more firmly against the door. Henry’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, his heart was pounding, and his body felt wound too tight. In fact, Henry’s entire body ached. He was so angry he could barely see. Aeson stared down at him perplexed. Henry’s reaction was unjustified. Why so angry little one? What have I ever done to wrong you? Aeson thought to himself. Gazing at Henry for a moment more, firelight dancing off the large golden brown waves of his hair, knowing he could rip Henry’s throat out if he wanted to, actually - NOT ripping out his throat at this point was the hard part, but as he watched Henry’s eyes glare up at him, angry, defiant, Aeson knew. He knew what even Henry seemingly did not know himself. Aeson took another deep, shuddering breath, --and then suddenly he was leaning forward, crushing his lips to the other's.
Surprised by the feel of those lips on his, Henry gasped harsh and quick, giving Aeson the opportunity to plunge his tongue into Henry’s mouth. Aeson’s mind was whirling with conflicting thoughts as he kissed Henry angrily. On one hand, Henry’s mouth was sweet, his tongue sensual as he knew it would be, yet on the other, he knew that this contact was fundamentally wrong and forbidden. He would normally never take anyone unwillingly, but that rational part of his mind was quickly being drowned out by his urgent need to make the other submit to his will. Aeson’s tongue sought his and suddenly Henry answered it with his own. When the kiss became so heated neither could catch their breath, Aeson pulled away. Surprised by his own actions Henry recovered his senses long enough to say “So is this a new habit of yours? Do you get your jollies from raping unwilling prisoners?” Henry had just made a dreadful error. For the first time Aeson’s eyes turned black and his fangs appeared, fangs that were longer and far more fierce and deadly then Henry’s had ever looked. Aeson punched Henry in the stomach and then slammed his back hard against the wall. Black spots swam before Henry’s eyes and he felt the world start to slip away from him. His last conscious thought was that he had never been hit so hard in his life, “I’ve done it this time, he’s going to kill me.” Aeson easily caught the body before it reached the floor, Henry’s form draped over his bent knee, right arm cradling his upper body. Shaking his head Aeson muttered, “Ah little one, almost 500 years and still so much to learn. I guess I am to be the teacher.” He rose easily, taking Henry’s unconscious form with him without straining a muscle.
Henry’s thoughts became clear slowly as he pulled back to consciousness. His throat was a ball of fire, and he was lying on his back in a huge bed with a dark wooden canopy. Henry remembered the fiery kiss and the final moments before his black out but when he quickly tried to get up, he found his arms and legs bound tightly with heavy chains. His pants were gone leaving only his underwear, his white shirt was completely unbuttoned baring his torso. His hands were chained, pulled slightly up to head height, attached to the wall behind the large posters of the canopy bed, and his legs were similarly chained spread opened, leaving him incredibly vulnerable. Blue eyes stared straight up into the canopy, “Let me go.” He said to the room around him, not bothering to look for Aeson, as he was sure he was there, he could feel his presence.
“Ah so sleeping beauty awakens. It took you long enough, half the night is gone.” Aeson appeared from the corner of Henry’s eyes. Shirtless, his chest showed no hair, muscled and magnificent, he still wore his jeans. Henry would have loved to, but he could not deny Aeson’s incredible beauty. “I could have killed you, you know.” Aeson crawled up onto the bed to kneel between Henry’s legs. Sitting back on his heals, he stated. “I almost did. You should compliment me on my restraint. Holding back the vampire instinct is difficult even for me when pushed too far.” Henry stared up at the powerful blonde and said again “Let me go.” Dismayed that it came out more like a desperate plea then the demand he meant it to sound like. “No, I think I will have some fun first.” Aeson further pushed Henry’s shirt open, lightly touching his chest and belly in the process. “Black boxer briefs. Nice. They suit you. You really are quite stunning Henry.” Henry quivered, but when he tried to tug at the chains holding him, Aeson gently brushed the lovely curled brown hair from Henry’s eyes, “Don’t bother Henry. They are made of the same chains that hold ships to moorings. They will not break, and even if they did, there would still be me. I don’t want to have to hurt you again.” Henry struggled again, gasping, but the restraints held tight. Desperate to retaliate, he did the only thing he could think of, and spat directly in Aeson's face.
The other man's face darkened, he reared back and backhanded Henry across the cheek, snapping his head to the side. Henry’s fangs appeared yet again, eyes black. Aeson’s eyes remained the same serene deep sapphire blue. “Ah, your fangs have grown slightly, yet they still have that puppyish look to them. You know, you do make being ‘ill-used’ a very pretty sight.” Aeson wiped the spittle from his face. “That was very low class, Henry. For that I shall make you scream.” Henry peered at the blonde between his legs. “I have lived thru the Spanish Inquisition…. twice now. It will take more then scum like you to get me to scream.” Aeson’s face barely registered the insult. He leaned down and pressed his body against Henry’s persuasively, Henry’s eyes widened, and panicking he once more struggled violently against his bonds. The ancient one grabbed him by the hair and slammed his skull against the headboard without batting a lash. Henry whimpered softly, feeling his body both clenching in pain and beginning to become aroused, the beautiful blonde continued calmly as if nothing had just happened. “Oh I don’t think it will be too difficult to make you scream. You already think you hate me, but before you leave here, I will make myself the only thing you really want.” Henry shuddered at the sound of the other man's voice... whether in revulsion or arousal, he could no longer tell. Leaning down over him, Aeson sensually ground his hips into Henry’s, his hands tangled in Henry’s hair, pulling his head to the side and then pressed his face into the base of Henry’s neck, fangs bared, he gently sank them in and fed on him slowly, not for sustenance, but merely for the magical effect it had on the victim’s body, the heightening all of the senses. Henry’s eyelids fluttered closed as the other pressed against him again, it had been so long since anyone had fed from him, Henry gasped as the delightful wave swept over him. Aeson’s denim-clad hips rubbed against Henry’s exposed skin. There was no denying it now... Henry was fully erect, his body betraying him as he strained, arching his back against his bonds, either to flee or get more of that friction, he didn't know. The blonde vampire's lips left his neck to travel downward, A groan tore itself from Henry’s throat as they closed over his nipple, biting and licking roughly before moving to the other side to deliver the same treatment. Each time he moved, the chains made a clinking sound, seeming to intensify his helplessness and what Aeson was doing to him. Squeezing his eyes shut, his chest heaving, Henry tried to reject the sensations coursing through his body, but it was no use. The waves of pain-tinged pleasure swept through him uncontrollably as the other man slid down his body, roughly biting and licking his skin, the warm tongue dipping into Henry’s navel as it passed. Long silky golden hair brushing his body following in his wake. When Aeson encountered his boxers, his hand lightly rubbed the bulging sex, and to his shame, Henry’s hips tilted up toward the palm of their own accord. There was only a slight pause, as he felt the briefs shredded from his body as if the material were made of tissue. “My god Henry, you are so lovely here as well.” An involuntary moan escaped him as he felt moist lips close around the head of his erection, and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Aeson gave him no mercy, but began to suck him hard and fast, building the pressure with strong strokes of his tongue. Breath coming in ragged gasps, Henry fought the pleasure. He arched his back in a pathetic attempt to get away. This obviously annoyed Aeson, because in the next second Henry nearly choked when two fingers forced their way into his mouth, but they were quickly withdrawn. He wondered about that for a moment, but soon realized the purpose as he felt a slick finger probing back behind his balls. Tensing, he tried to reject it, but Aeson seemingly abandoned the search, stilled that finger and increased his efforts on Henry’s cock. In a state of total disbelief; Henry lifted his head to glance downward, and saw Aeson’s sapphire eyes look directly into his own as he sucked the member deeply into his warm mouth again. Instead of revolting him, the sight made Henry grow harder still. After all these years…. Finally like this…. Throwing his head back onto the pillow, his eyes glazed in lust, soon Henry was lost in a sea of pleasure. He barely noticed when the finger finally slipped inside him. Softly in and out, Aeson slowly deepened Henry’s pleasure, his slender finger adding an accentuation to the wonders of that hot mouth on his sex. Suddenly Aeson brushed his finger persuasively against something within his bowels that made stars dance before his eyes. Henry cried out softly, instinctively opening his mouth and arching his back as much as he could against his bonds. Aeson had been watching Henry’s responses carefully, as he brushed his prostate yet again, he thought to himself, Aahhh, now I have found you. The pleasure came on hard and strong then, as Aeson teased that spot again and again, causing soft high pitched sounds to issue from Henry’s throat. Henry felt more than heard the vampire's chuckle around his hardened flesh, then suddenly he was coming hard, clenching his teeth to keep from screaming as he poured himself into that hot mouth.
His orgasm rode itself out and his body finally began to stop convulsing, Henry thought for one blissful moment that he would black out again. A sudden slap to his face hindered that escape route. As Henry’s eyes came back into focus,- blue now, Aeson leaned down and kissed his lips deftly. While he refused to respond, Henry did not violently reject the advance. Seeing this as more of a challenge then he originally thought, his predatory instincts aroused, Aeson watched Henry intently as he gently reminded the young one without saying a word, exactly where that 1 finger was still lodged. Henry’s eyes widened. His captor was leaning over him now, seeming to gain some perverse pleasure in watching Henry’s sweat-streaked face as he delved in a second finger and started scissoring them methodically. Though it shamed him, with every twist of the gorgeous blonde’s digits he could feel his libido quickly returning. Henry groaned, turning his head to the side in an attempt to disconnect himself from the situation.

"Can't have you passing out," Aeson stated softly. "I'm not close to being through with you yet." Ah Henry, Aeson thought, your resistance makes me want to dominate you even more, don’t you know that? Henry flinched slightly as Aeson lazily dragged his tongue down his neck to bite roughly at his collarbone. He should have made a cutting remark at that, but the other vampire must have known it was coming, for at that moment the blonde locked his gaze to Henry’s and added a third finger, stretching Henry so far that he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to check a yelp of pain. His hair in disarray, his breath coming again now in deep gasps, he breathed, “What? What do you want?” There was no answer. Aeson merely watched his face. As soon as Aeson was sure the brief discomfort had passed, the slender fingers drove deeper, curving again to stroke that spot inside him that made Henry’s sight bleed to white and then he was squirming desperately. It was too much. The blinding pleasure of his insides being teased, against his hatred of his own body’s betrayal and his growing attraction for his blonde tormentor were evenly matched. Even without Aeson touching any other portion of his body, with only his fingers moving within him and his eyes locked to Henry’s own, it wasn't long before Henry was gasping and whining occasionally, his sex rock hard once more. Aeson had made his point. When it was plainly obvious to both of them that Henry’s body had willingly given itself over to the pleasure, Aeson’s fingers were removed, and he crawled off the bed. Surprised Henry raised his head “What are you doing?” but the answer to the question was rhetorical for the tall muscular man had just removed the last of his clothing. Henry’s features blanched. Softly, pushing himself up the bed, trying to inch away, “No, no, no….” Then Aeson’s body was pressing down onto him, feeding from him again, while he caressed one of Henry’s nipples, swirling him down again into a pool of pleasure. When he felt a slick hot object against his rear entrance, Henry pressed his cheek against the side of Aeson’s head, into the soft hair, “No… please.” Aeson nuzzled Henry’s cheek, returning the caress . Slowly, Aeson entered Henry, stretching him as no one else ever had. Henry arched up off the bed again, muscles straining against the tight restraints as a strangled whine escaped his aching throat. Aeson held himself back and waited for Henry’s body to adjust to this new feeling, but he was so hot and tight around him that it drove Aeson to the edge of his own control. Aeson’s own eyes black now, fangs bared, he bit into Henry’s nipple and started to feed. Pleasure engulfed Henry again, the pain now forgotten. Suddenly Henry gasped as Aeson pulled back and slid his rod into him again. Henry was transfixed, he couldn't resist, couldn't pull away, could only remain helplessly bound as his more powerful captor used his body. Turning his head to the side, Henry cursed the helpless tears that slipped free from his eyes. Yes, it hurt, however this was not so much to a vampire, but oh, there was so much pleasure as well, seemingly intensified by the slight pain. With sensual growls that both disgusted and excited Henry, Aeson continued to push into his prone body, speeding up and slowing down at his own whim. Henry’s channel was slick, and he could feel every inch of Aeson sliding in and out. Henry could do nothing about it. Helpless, pinned, dominated……. Aroused, and harder then he had ever been in over 450 years of life, and powerless to make himself stop. Aeson threw his head back during one deep thrust, flinging a golden arch of hair around them, Henry’s fingers grasped the silky strands as they fell around him of their own accord, secretly aching to touch Aeson. Henry’s body quivered and tensed. "Henry...you are so tight," the blonde vampire gasped, taking hold of Henry’s hips he easily lifted him to alter their angle. Henry whimpered, tossing his head, hands still pinioned above his head as fresh tears flowed freely from his eyes. In this position the other pumped into him even deeper and with greater precision, each thrust just barely brushing against that secret pleasure spot. Henry’s mouth dropped open in surprise. The brief touches teasing his senses. Aeson noticed Henry’s change and murmured his approval. Seeing Henry’s pleasure begin, Aeson pushed his cock deeper within, and rotated his hips, grinding into the lovely golden brown haired vampire beneath him, and Henry gasped tilting his hips up to meet him, secretly praying for Aeson’s cock to find that spot again. Encouraged, Aeson grew rougher and more frenzied as Henry actually began to respond and move his body in time to his thrusts desperately seeking his own pleasure. Impaling himself harder and deeper on Aeson’s cock, Henry raised his head to look down to where they were joined, watching the beautifully muscled vampire as Aeson’s rock hard cock slid into his body, while Henry’s own twitched and bobbed in open air, leaking droplets of crystal from the intense pleasure. Oh god, Henry’s cock ached, it throbbed. He wished Aeson would stroke him, he ached so much, at the very least, he wished he could stroke it himself. The mere sight of what was being done to him made the pressure increase, and had Henry urging, seeking for the blonde to touch that place inside him that made his world spin. As he moved inexorably closer to his second climax, Henry felt his face flush with both shame and desire. With every rough thrust, he moaned and gasped quietly, despite his clenched jaw. Aeson was so close to his own climax, he watched as Henry tried in vain to hold his responses back. Aeson was not to be denied the scream he had worked so hard for. He reached one hand down and stroked Henry’s desperately throbbing cock. Deep in the throes of pleasure and passion Henry suddenly felt the hand close around him. “Oh god no….!” Desperately, he tried to hold back, but the agonizing pleasure assaulting him from both inside and out would not be restrained. Finally, it was too much. Despite his best efforts to remain stoic and quiet, Henry screamed as he came violently, his hips bucking uncontrollably against his tormentor's as his own seed splashed against his stomach and chest. A deep growl answered his scream, and Henry felt spurts of liquid heat fill him, seeming to scald his insides. Aeson collapsed on top of Henry, breathing heavily. Revulsion and lust mingled in him, and for a brief moment he feared he might shame himself further by being sick all over the bed. The nausea passed, however, and when his breathing returned to normal he looked defiantly up at the other man. "So, you've had your fun, now release me," he demanded.
Pulling his head back, eyes wide and disbelieving Aeson gazed at Henry’s defiant face and burst out laughing. The ancient one was even more handsome when he smiled, yet one more thing that he and Henry shared in common. It was not beyond Henry’s noticing, but he refused to give one speck more of his pride then he already had. Aeson dropped down onto Henry’s prone body and continued to laugh until his eyes teared, “I can not believe you Fitzroy. You truly are one of a kind.” Staying in that position, his voice muffled by Henry’s hair, he said “When you have done with the ruffled feathers act, pay attention and tell me what you feel.” Right then and there, all Henry could feel was the pleasurable weight of his body being pressed into the soft mattress, and the intoxicating smell of Aeson’s hair. It was a scent he had never known before meeting Aeson, nor had he ever encountered it on another being since. Then it stirred within him. Sunlight. Dawn was approaching. He turned his light blue eyes to the sapphire ones. Aeson gently grasped his cleft chin, nodding. “Yes, it is dawn.” The angry expression that crossed Henry’s face made Aeson chuckle yet again. “I don’t know what you find so amusing Aeson, but none of this tickles me. Or will it please you to know that I fried to death while trying to get home?” Raising himself up on one elbow, Aeson shook his head. “You. You amuse me.” “Release me.” Henry stated again. Aeson raised his eyebrows, “I did that twice already if my count is correct.” Seeing that Henry was working himself up into a lather, he cut off further comment. “You can not deny that you had pleasure here this night my good Duke of Richmond. I did get my scream from you, but I will admit it was hard won, and it only took me 350 yrs to get you into my bed. It is probably the longest I have ever waited for anyone, but it was worth the wait. As a gesture of good faith you should at least admit you were well pleased, and even wanted my attentions toward the end.” Henry’s eyes reduced to slits, anger starting to line his face. The blonde sighed. “You insist on making life difficult for yourself, do you not? Just like your relationship with the large jawed woman. What was it? Vicki? No. You will not leave. The dawn is too close, you will not make it home. I have fed from you, and made love to you. I will not have you injured. You will stay here.” Aeson rose from the bed, his hair framing his face, eyes intense blue. Henry was astounded, “Made love to me? Is that what you call it!?” “Yes. I said To you, not With you. At least not yet.” Aeson gave Henry such a sexy smile, that his heart skipped a beat. Henry tried to mount a protest but a swiftly raised hand stopped him. “Why do you argue? You know you will simply ‘shut off’ in a few minutes. I have time yet, a trick you will learn as you age as well.” He moved to the back of the bed’s headboard and adjusted the chains to release enough slack so that Henry’s arms could be lowered a bit and be more comfortable. “But you are not going to let me go. And how do you not sleep at the coming of the dawn?” Aeson pondered him for a second. “I do not have to sleep immediately at dawn, nor do I feed each and every night. I believe humans go thru a similar aging process, needing less food and less sleep. Unlike them, we get stronger.” As he spoke, he placed a coverlet over Henry, who reluctantly lay back down in the bed. “As for why I will not release you, we both know the answer to that.” Light blue eyes confronted sapphire ones, Henry’s lips pursed. “Because I would not admit to having pleasure from your rape of me.” “Oh!! So it is rape now, when it is what you wanted? What you provoked? Do not attempt to lie to me, keep your lies to yourself.” Henry grew flushed and angry, “I like WOMEN Aeson.” “As do I. We both know that. You irritate me with your childish responses. No one would know that you have graced this earth for almost 500 years with your actions.” Aeson’s face closed, “Fine, as you wish it. Again you will be proved wrong. Now go to sleep.” At Henry’s questioning face, Aeson turned away showing a slender muscled back that a master artist would be hard put to duplicate. “What do you mean? But I want to shower!” His back still retreating, Aeson said “Tough.” dawn arose, taking Henry’s consciousness with it. A few minutes later, Aeson returned to the bedroom with a warm basin of wash water, and gently cleaned Henry’s body, inspecting it for any true damage, the bite marks and bruises of course, had already vanished. There was none, except perhaps to Henry’s pride. Turning the handsome would-be-prince on his side to sleep, he considered him in silence. Aeson supposed it was natural for Henry to be so defensive with himself, he knew his life story and knew of the hard knocks he had suffered both while mortal and as a vampire taken so young, Aeson felt a rare sympathy for him. Shifting Henry’s hair from his cheek, Aeson decided he liked the cub’s fire. There was no doubt he was stunningly beautiful in an unconventional way. He wondered why Henry had such an easy time seeing the beauty inside other people, and yet it was so hard for him to see it within himself? Aeson chuckled again, still, Henry sure did have a well developed sense of his own physical beauty. He knew Henry had felt their sexual chemistry years ago, but one would have thought by now he would have lost his fear of it, in spite of his strict catholic upbringing. You would think just his being a vampire would have amended those harsh rules. Now Aeson knew he was just being stubborn. Yawning, the blonde disposed of the wash basin, showered and returned to the bed. Arranging himself around the sleeping Henry. He would be sure to awake before Henry tomorrow evening. He had 1 more lesson to teach before he returned to Europe.