Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 05:32:41 -0400 From: madasonaysha@aol.com Subject: "Ice Blue Gothic" Part 5 gay male /science fiction/fantasy Join my yahoo group for faster updates on this story as well as all of my others. The link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories) I can be reached there or via email Madasonaysha@aol.com If you have any trouble joining, just send me and email and I'll send you an invite. I assure you, the group does exist : ) ************************************************************************* Written by Madison Aysha Dante and edited by Nicole M. " Ice Blue Gothic" PART FIVE Kisses In Crimson "Rip! She won't shut the fuck up! You have to come up there!" A raspy male voice that Damien recognized as belonging to Brendan stated in panic. Damien suddenly felt ashamed of himself and of the position he was in. Cock hanging out of his boxers and skin flushed and tender where Rip's mouth had just been. He scrambled to hide himself behind a pillow. "God damn it Brendan, you know I'm busy! I told you before about just coming in here without waiting for me to tell you it was okay! You and Willy deal with her! I'm busy right now!" Rip yelled as he got off the bed and stormed over to the open doorway where Brendan stood. His voice mixing with the shrill screaming and the loud sounds burned like acid to Damien's ears and he had to hold his hands up to them to try and drown out the sound. "I know, but that bitch won't keep her fucking mouth shut! We can't deal with her and Katherine said if we couldn't calm her down, you could!" Brendan yelled back. Rip brushed his hair off of his forehead in annoyance before turning to face Damien. "Stay there! I'll be right back!" He commanded before walking out of the room. Brendan stood there smirking at him and the wicked grin in his eyes made Damien feel uncomfortable. "Hey sweetheart!" Brendan spoke as he walked slowly towards him. "Don't call me that mutha fucker!" Damien gruffly replied as he stood up ready to do battle with him. "Why not? You look like you taste sweet and you have a heart." "Ha Ha, you came in, made a weak joke now you can get da fuck out!" Damien yelled. "Okay..Damien. So, you look like you're having fun!" He laughed as he pointed to the pillow hiding Damien's fully erect and exposed brown cock. "Shut the fuck up!" "Easy killer, I'm just messing with you. Relax while you still have the chance to." Brendan replied and as slowly as he had walked in, he walked back out, closing the door behind him and leaving the room back in the silence. God, what the hell was Damien doing in there, doing with Rip. He was no fag, not even bi-sexual, but shit, no woman had ever made his dick get as hard before as Rip had just done. He sighed to himself with the confusion he was feeling as he sat back on the bed to wait for Rip to return. The first few minutes passed quickly, but the following dragged on to the point where Damien almost felt like Rip had forgotten about him. Restless, he began to walk around the large room. Rip's bathroom was just as beautiful as the rest of the house with its white and gold swirl patterned marble floor. The shower was large, enough to fit two people comfortably and oh how inviting it looked with its white curtain's slightly parted as if it was calling out to him. A voice inside of his head, not belonging to him, urged him to hop in and before he could talk himself out of it, he found himself twisting the gold colored knobs and letting the shower heat up. The warm water flowed down Damien's skin smoothly, effortlessly as he relaxed under the soothing vibrations. He closed his eyes as he brought the bar of soap up to wash his face. A chilly draft blew past him and he knew he wasn't alone anymore. He cold feel a body press up against his only slightly more muscular than what Rip felt like moments before. He felt a mouth start to kiss at his neck and he sighed as he tilted his head to accommodate. Damien could feel his hands being placed on the wall as a silent order for him to not to move. He listened obediently. Rough hands massaged and pinched over his back side as he could feel fingers trying to reach inside of him. There was no discomfort, only a slight pressure at first that turned to brief shocks of pleasure whenever the fingers grazed over a certain spot inside of him. Damien pushed away that voice of warning again and allowed himself to be lost in the pleasure of two long fingers twisting and turning slowly inside of him creating a surprisingly delightful experience he had never felt before. Lips came back to his neck as he could feel a hard cock rubbing up against the crack of his ass, begging to be let in. Damien moaned as he felt teeth come into contact with his neck, piercing him with its sharpness. He heard a deep and raspy voice whisper 'Goodnight sweetheart' . Damien's eyes flashed opened with fear as he spun around in shock to glare at Rip. But, all he saw when he turned around was the white empty shower curtain. He threw it open, but still, the bathroom was empty with the exception of him and the door still closed shut. It was official, he knew he was losing his mind. He turned the water off, grabbed a towel and headed back to the bedroom intent of leaving. As he walked past the mirror, he spotted a flash of something red on his neck and when he looked closer, he saw that he had two small drops of fresh blood still leaking from the wounds. He rushed back in the bedroom and as he was getting dressed ready to leave the house of madness, Rip came back in looking tired and exhausted. "Where the hell are you going? We're not finished." Rip spoke intently and Damien kept himself busy with gathering his clothes so he wouldn't have to look him in the eyes. "Home, fuck this shit! It's too fucking weird around here and I'm getting my ass the fuck out of here!" "Oh, you're going back to your house? To your wife and the kids. Well guess what, she's not even home. She's fucking your buddy Mike right now and those kids, well, you already know they're not yours, so tell me why you would want to go back there now, when you could just stay here with me for a little while?" Rip asked. "How the fuck do you know that?" Damien asked cautiously as he stopped pulling at his shirt. "I know a lot Damien and I know that you're not leaving, are you?" "No? No..I'm not?" Damien stated confused as to why his mind was telling him to leave, but the words coming out of his mouth disagreed. "You want to take your clothes off ,don't you?" Rip stated, but in Damien's mind it sounded like a question. "I do? Yeah, I do." Damien retorted. "Lay on the bed." Rip spoke and watched as Damien listened. This was too easy, it was always too easy to get them to stay. Rip watched Damien's naked body lay down on the bed, his soft brown skin looking almost black reflecting the partial Haitian heritage that Rip could smell on him.....that he wanted to taste. He went through one of the drawers on his nightstand and pulled out two leather bands. Damien didn't question him when Rip took each of his wrists and bound them together and he didn't protest when Rip raised his hands above his head and tied his bound wrists to the headboard of the bed leaving Damien unable to use his arms. Rip, now naked and ready to begin the nights activities leaned down to kiss his neck when he jumped up off of him in anger. Damien was lost in a daze of confusion. He heard Rip yelling at someone that he couldn't see. Someone Damien was sure didn't exist because Rip was still on top of him and he knew that no one else was in the room with them. After a moment, Rip calmed down and looked down at Damien with a mischievous glint. He balled up his hand into a fist and raised it to punch Damien in his face. The punch was so hard and forceful that it instantly took Damien out of his daze and he stared up at Rip as he tried to free himself from his binds. He could taste blood in his mouth as Rip leaned down and kissed him roughly, tasting all that he could. Blood is a turn on that most people don't know about and most never will because they won't have the pleasure of experiencing it. Blood is erotic, blood is passionate, blood is beautiful, blood is life, but more importantly blood is death. Sweet crimson death, magnificent in its purest form. Rip bit Damien's lip, sucking it into his mouth as tender tear's leaking with blood grazed into his mouth. Rip started to rub his dick, and, against Damien's protests, he bit down harder on his mouth, drawing more blood. He pulled off of him, straddling him in looking down at the gentle smudges of crimson now on Damien's chin and mouth. "What the fuck!" Damien yelled and Rip brought down his fist again, sparing Damien no mercy. He leaned down and kissed him again, it was rough and uncaring, just what turned him on the most. He brought his mouth to take in one of Damien's nipples, clamping his teeth over them so hard that Damien felt as if Rip was about to rip it off. He screamed out in pain, but that only seemed to make Rip bite down harder. When he finally pulled off, Damien looked down and could see Rip's teeth marks imprinted around his areola. Damien's heart was pounding ferociously in his chest. He knew he should've left when his gut told him too. That little voice that had been warning him all night taunted him with regret. Rip was a sick psycho, something that Damien had already thought, but like a fool, he had ignored. He looked up into Rip's eyes, now glowing with a deep red that made Damien scream out in fear as he bucked upwards to try and throw him off of him. "Calm down Damien. Don't you want to have some fun?" Rip smirked. "NO! NO! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF!!WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!!" Damien yelled, the fear slipping over him, tightening his chest and making his eyes water not with tears, but with terror and dread. Glowing eyes..glowing red eyes, that wasn't normal, that wasn't human, but Rip's eyes were glowing...glowing red.Rip wasn't human.Rip wasn't human! "Damien, what did I say about asking questions? Don't ask a question when you can find an answer without having to ask for one." Rip replied and smiled brightly. Damien's horror stricken eyes watched as Rip threw his head back and inch long fangs sprouted down stretching his incisors. The tips were sharp, almost razor sharp and all Damien could do was stare up open eyed and afraid as he felt his body tremble. "NO! NO! NO!" Damien screamed out as Rip lowered his head. Rip rubbed his nose against Damien's, inhaling his scent and planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his fighting lips. "Don't worry, it's gonna hurt, a lot!" Rip laughed as he licked a path from Damien's mouth to his neck, forcing Damien's head to stay turned to the side with his hands. Damien knew that he was as good as dead. He would never get to see the people he loved again. He wouldn't get to watch his cousin Danny graduate college. He wouldn't ever get the chance to say goodbye to any of them. Sure, his life may have been shitty, but at least he was living. But, as he felt Rip's teeth pierce into his flesh violently, ripping and tearing at his skin almost animalistic and savagely, he knew that he would be dead within moments. The warm contact of Damien's blood inside of Rip's mouth was electric. Rip had been right when he thought Damien would taste sweet. The blood flowed out in thick spouts of crimson liquid nourishment. It surged inside of Rip's mouth, enlightening him with it's sustenance of life. He could feel Damien's body underneath his, bucking wildly trying to shake him off. Damien's fearful reactions only furthered Rip's excitement and he was reminded that he wanted to fuck him. As he pulled off of Damien's neck the smacking sound of his teeth disconnecting with the harsh wound now dripping blood onto Rip's bed echoed in Damien's ears making his cringe. "Don't kill me..please, don't kill me." Damien whispered out fearfully and Rip just gave him that wicked smirk that Damien once thought was adorable, but now thought murderous. "Damien, dear Damien. I'm not going to kill you, I want to fuck you." "F-f-f-fuck me? You won't kill me if you fuck me?" Damien asked with his voice wavering with fear and disbelief. He couldn't help, but to hope that maybe he could use sex as a way to bargain for his life. "You're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you?" Rip teased laughing a cold and harsh laugh that made Damien's skin prickle in Goosebumps. "Um.yeah..." Damien whispered, understanding the game that Rip wanted to play. "Fucking beg then!" Rip commanded with a slap to Damien's face. His dried blood was sticky on his face and when Rip's hand made contact with it, Damien could feel his skin pulling with the cracking of the dried fluid. "Fuck me, please fuck me." Damien's voice was small and barely audible. Rip had to punch Damien this time in the side of his rib cage to show him that he needed to do better job. "OW! Please...I want you.. I need you. Please, fuck me." Damien continued, only now forcing out urgency in his whispered tone. "What do you want me to do?" Rip teased again. "Fuck me..fuck me!" Damien yelled out and Rip was finally satisfied. No time for foreplay, Rip didn't even bother to prep Damien. No, he spat in his hand, lubed up his dick and shoved it uncaringly inside of him. Damien yelled out in surprise and discomfort at the sudden intrusion, but strangely it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Rip's eyes were back to their cobalt blue and staring into Damien's fearful ones. He held Damien's leg up with one arm, throwing it over his shoulder, while he kept his dick aimed and in place inside of Damien with his other hand. "Relax Damien, just let it flow easy." Rip spoke softly with a pensive look on his face. The softness of Rip's voice seemed comforting in a twisted, warped and fucked up way that didn't make Damien feel any less fear, but more ready for what was going to happen. He nodded his head to show Rip that he understood. Rip leaned in and kissed his mouth again and Damien couldn't explain why he allowed his tongue to meet in time with Rip's. He couldn't explain why the feeling of discomfort wasn't feeling like that anymore. He couldn't explain just why he was starting to enjoy the powerful pounding of Rip's cock forcing it's way inside and out of him to the point where his own cock was expanding and needed the relief of a touch. As if Rip read his thoughts he started to jack Damien's hot cock, up and down. In and out Rip pounded him as he met in time with the jerking of his hand. He was close, so fucking close and Rip knew it so he pumped Damien harder and faster. Rip could feel slippery, hot , sticky and wet semen gripping in the palm of his hand as he watched Damien close his eyes and moan out in the pleasure that Rip knew he was trying to fight. Rip kissed Damien's mouth gently, surprising even himself with the incessant need to keep his lips pressed against Damien's. Damien opened his eyes and peered at Rip, both stopping their movements and sounds. The moment was clear and puzzling as they stared at each other unsure of what was passing between them, but both knowing it was something. When Rip's eyes started to glow that deep shade of red again, Damien wasn't scared anymore. As he felt Rip's teeth sink back into him, he was ready and stopped struggling. He wasn't unsure anymore because with a simple look, a connection, made from the unknown, had been formed and all tension vanished. He could feel Rip's hand start to pump on his cock again as he felt him plunging deep inside of him. Long strokes rubbing Damien's insides pleasurably, With one final squeeze, Damien came into his hand, but Rip didn't stop his jerking actions, even when Damien winced out from the sensitivity. No, Rip continued to pump harder and harder as he kept his mouth sunken into Damien's neck, letting his blood flow into his mouth. Damien began to feel dizzy and he wondered if it was from the over stimulation on his dick or from the draining of his blood. Rip could feel the deep pressure inside of his stomach building up warning him that he was near the point of no return. The blood flow from Damien's neck was slowing down to a mere drip and it would only be minutes before he would be completely drained. Rip's body stiffened as he felt his dick erupting deep inside Damien. With a loud guttural moan, Rip stopped feeding and screamed out in pleasure as his eyes rolled up inside of his head. Damien was feeling too weak to move, but he peered up at Rip, blood sloppily covered his mouth as his white fangs were tainted with blood..his blood. Spent, Rip collapsed on top of him, heart pounding and licking gently at the little droplets of blood still on Damien's neck seeping from the wound. He could feel Damien's heart weakening inside of his chest. He knew Damien was dying and he was almost sad to watch him go. He rolled off of him and laid next to him, placing his hand at Damien's wound. His fingers dancing in the blood, Damien turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were void of any emotion and his blinks were delayed as if the next time, his eyes would fail to re-open. There were no emotions conveyed between the two of them. Just the feeling of Rip's fingers swirling on his neck as Damien felt himself slipping away from the only world he'd ever known. Something inside of Rip was pulling at him, telling him to do it. He'd never turned anyone before, not even his family. He couldn't stand thinking of an eternity without the ones he loved the most, so one month after he'd been turned, he convinced Bronson to help him turn his mother because new vampires have to wait a year before they can turn a human. Rip couldn't bring it to himself to be the one to actually do it, to kill the woman who gave him life because even with no soul he still could remember the love she gave him. Bronson had his friend Marcus do it for them. Katherine didn't want to die, but if it meant that she could have her son back then she would. Joseph didn't need the convincing, he agreed with whatever Katherine wanted. But, his brother Nicolas didn't want to be with them. He refused, Bronson had turned him because he knew that was what Rip wanted. The fun, crazily happy brother that Rip knew as a human changed and became a bitter and mean vampire who tried to turn everyone he knew into a vampire so they would suffer like he was. That was why Willy and Brendan were there, sired by an angry Nicolas on a drunken night while they didn't even know that their lifelong friend had been turned into a creature of darkness, but that was another story. In his mind, Nicolas thought that if he had to be a vampire then everyone he knew should have shared his burden eternity too. There it was, that nagging feeling inside of Rip's stomach again. It was a new experience in a life unlived where he thought there was nothing left for him to experience. He watched as Damien's eyes closed, only this time they didn't open back up. He could hear Damien's heart slowing down, almost to a complete stop. Rip closed his eyes and grunted in defeat at the knowledge of what he was about to do. He brought his wrist to his mouth, pierced the inside of the hallowed out cross tattoo until his blood started to trickle out. He held his wrist above Damien's mouth, letting the dark almost black blood fall in little droplets on Damien's lips. Damien's mouth twitched as Rip's essence seeped through his teeth, touching his tongue and sliding gently down his throat. His eyes started to flutter until they opened wide with shock. His arms were still bound to the bed, but he managed to rip his restraints off as he roughly sat upright. He took in a deep breath and screamed out in pain as he felt his stomach cramping with white, hot, electric pain shooting throughout his body in a moment of pure torture and agony. He fell back against on the bed and closed his eyes as his body began to violently shake and convulse. White foam bubbled out of the corners of his mouth, spilling down his goatee as his eyes rolled up back inside of his head. Rip watched all of this with curious eyes peering down at Damien . He watched as Damien's body stiffened and then stop moving. Damien wasn't breathing, he wasn't moving. His body was paralyzed...he was dead. They say right before you die, you see black, but what happens when all you see is blue? In a nightmare, all you want to do is wake up, but sometimes when we open our eyes, what we see is much more scarier than what we didn't..... TBC (c) Madison Dante 2005 FEEDBACK IS GREATLY ENCOURAGED! Wanna know what happens next? You would already if you were in my yahoo group. Join: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories)