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Blood And Bruises

Dark red eyes slid closed, lids and long, dark lashes hiding the world that span around the lone figure. Feet stumbled, the body swayed and one hand with long, elegant fingers reached out to grasp cold metal railings beside him, stopping him from collapsing to the rough, dirty ground. Once steadied, he dared to open his eyes, watched the scenery spin around him in a cold, drunken haze, images melding into one in his mind.

It was hard to remember the last time he had been this drunk. In fact, it was hard to remember anything at that moment. His name, he could remember that. Lysis.

The fingers of Lysis’s other hand wrapped around the bars as he lowered his body into a kneel on the ground, trying to stop the drunken swaying of his slender form. The ground rubbed against his knees through the leather of pants that clung tightly to his well shaped legs. He wore them because he was a slut. Because he liked when people commented on how good his ass looked in them, how the leather clearly defined his shapely cheeks, making men fantasise about fucking him. He liked wandering hands that just had to have a feel, and the lusty, hungry looks that followed.

He had been with someone that night. Lysis recalled a man whose hands had been all over him, grabbing his ass, rubbing his cock against him through his pants as they danced a slow, sensual dance, his back pressed against the man’s front. He had enjoyed the tongue and teeth that attacked his neck, the hands that wandered over his front, touching the flesh exposed by the rips in his shirt. He had been one step away from tearing the man’s pants open and bending over, but there had been a dark figure there, one he couldn’t really recall. He only remembered a noise, a few words and then the man at his back had gone.

Lysis had already been half drunk at that point, but had headed instantly to the bar, downing whatever the barman wished to give him, or the drinks sent over from various admirers. Somehow he had ended up alone in the outside world, staggering along the darkness of an alleyway, trying to work out where home was.

A sudden lurching in his stomach had him doubling over, throwing up onto the dirty ground. It was just a puddle of red, sticky liquid, something that would barely draw attention. It was a good thing he had no need for human food, or the mess would have been much worse.

Lysis pulled himself to his feet, running bare fingers through his long, messy hair, black with red streaks. He turned, staggering drunkenly on his feet, steadying himself against the nearest wall as he shuffled forward, into a wide, open space that looked something like a yard for warehouses.

It was empty at that time of night, the only illumination coming from a single, bright bulb that oversaw the whole yard. It cast a sickly, yellow glow over the area, making Lysis’s eyes hurt. Even after so long, he was still sensitive to the light and he had to turn away quickly, staring into the dark shadows on his other side.

Lysis paused for a while, trying to think where he was going. Nothing looked familiar, which told him that he had probably gone the wrong way when he left the club. The cold air lay thickly on his bare arms, setting a chill throughout his body as he stood. It was a good thing he wasn’t human, he could last longer outside in the frost of winter. Still, it would have been nice to be at home, in his bed, a warm body and warm sheets against him. Hot hands that would run over his body, the heat of a throbbing length inside him.

He found the cold was sobering him slightly, but the world continued to spin as he staggered across the yard towards what looked like an exit on the other side. Halfway there and he fell to his knees, tripping over the length of his shoelaces that he had forgotten to re-tie.

As Lysis knelt there, hands on the cold ground, head hanging forward so that his long hair swept the stone beneath, he heard the crunching of footsteps coming towards him across the yard. Whoever it was walked with deliberate slowness, stopping when they stood in front of Lysis so that he could see heavy, leather boots.

There were no words, just a hand that suddenly grasped his hair, yanking his head back so that he found himself looking up into the face of another man. His hair was long, blood red, in an elaborate, gothic style. His eyes seemed to glow a golden colour in his pale face, his lips a dark red against the white of his skin. What drew Lysis’s attention was the long, pointed fangs that pressed against the man’s full, lower lip. He bared his own slightly, telling the man that he wasn’t human and helpless, even in his drunken state.

The hand grasped tighter as the man leaned down, barely inches from him.

“Naughty slut,” the man said in a rich, dark tone, his voice heavily accented, “I’ve been after you all night, but I find you here alone…drunk.”

Lysis chose not to reply, just stared up through red eyes, wondering what the man wanted. He was certainly attractive, with high, defined cheekbones and perfect features. His body looked slender, yet muscular, and Lysis could feel the strength in his form even through just the grip on his hair.

A hand slid down his throat, long, sharp nails passing over white skin. Suddenly, he gripped, his fingers closing around Lysis’s slender neck, squeezing so that his nails dug into his flesh, drawing blood instantly from small wounds. If he had been human, it would have been enough to cut off his air, slowly suffocate him, but as it was, he just stared back.

Lysis didn’t have to ask what the man wanted, he already knew and that thought made his cock begin to rise in his pants, standing to the occasion. A quick glance downwards allowed him to see the answering hardness in the stranger’s pants, a bulge swelling against the dark material that he longed to touch. But he couldn’t touch, not until he was told to.

There was a rule amongst their kind. Respect your elders. And as such, he was slave to whatever the other man wanted to do to him as he was much older, centuries perhaps. He could violate him, hurt him, force him and Lysis would have to lie back and take it, or else risk his own life. He was no match for the other, he could tell that instantly.

A smile spread across the stranger’s dark painted lips.

“So you at least know that much,” he commented, his hand squeezing tighter, “I figured you for a youngling, a child.”

Lysis again didn’t reply, just stared up with dark intensity. His drunken haze seemed to be fleeing, the cold sober feeling rushing through him as he knelt in the empty yard, a slave to the dark stranger.

He gave the smallest of sounds as the man bent him backwards, bearing his weight down upon him painfully. The hand in his hair released, sliding down his back to grasp one of his buttocks roughly, bruisingly as lips came down upon his own. He didn’t fight, he couldn’t. Lysis just parted his lips and let the tongue invade his mouth, let the sharp fangs cut his flesh mercilessly. Blood trailed down his chin, filling both their mouths with the rich, metallic flavour that only made the stranger deepen the kiss, wanting to taste more of him.

Lysis’s hands were limp as his sides, but he dared to raise one, sliding fingers over the back of the man’s calf. The reaction was instant and it was just seconds later that Lysis found himself curled on his side on the cold ground, a deep ache in his stomach where the stranger had kicked him with all his strength.

“Dirty, dirty slut,” he heard the other say as he lay, face turned towards the ground, clutching his stomach in agony. A foot kicked his backside a little gentler, forcing him over onto his stomach and a moment later, a weight set upon his thighs heavily. Fingers grasped his wrists in one hand above his head, pressing them down into the sharp stones on the ground. The stranger’s other hand was in his hair again, forcing his face down so that the stones cut up his cheek.

“You obviously haven’t been taught well enough.”

The hand in his hair shifted, pulling his head aside to expose the side of his slender neck and a brief moment later, sharp fangs dug into his pale skin brutally, tearing it as easily as a knife through butter. Blood spouted from the wound, spilling onto his shirt, running down his shoulder to redden the ground beneath him. Their blood didn’t give the pleasure that a human’s would, but the man still seemed to enjoy it as he dug fangs deeper, spilling more of the fluid across his tongue.

Done with the first bite, he withdrew and chose another spot further down Lysis’s shoulder to bite again, wrenching a soft moan from his captive’s lips. It was only half a moan of pain, the other half pleasure. It hurt, but it was a hot, burning, craving kind of hurt that left him wanting more. He could feel the stranger’s hard cock rubbing against his ass through the material of their pants and it set his own body tingling uncontrollably. He wanted to beg, to ask the man to take him, but he didn’t have the power to do so.

“You want me to take you, don’t you slut?” the red head asked, as if he could read his mind. He thrust his clothed hardness against Lysis’s backside, smirking at the rough moan of pleasure. “You want to spread your legs for a stranger. You want me to take your willing ass, claim you with my cock, don’t you?”

Lysis knew better than to answer. He simply lay, his eyes closed as the stranger rubbed against him once more, sparking a hot wave of pleasure up his spine. Then all of a sudden, he stopped.

“What makes you think you deserve it?”

The man climbed off of him then, leaving him lying on the hard ground, bloodied and bruised. He was about to raise his head, but a foot pressed down on the back of his skull, forcing his face back into the ground.

“You are mine for the night, slut,” the stranger said, “If you will do whatever I tell you, then I will reward you by fucking your hungry ass until you can’t walk any more.”

He moved his foot.

“Now get up.”

Lysis did as he was told, scrambling to his feet. The alcohol had all but fled from his body, leaving him almost sober but so hungry with lust. He kept his head down as the taller figure approached him, wincing only slightly as sharp nails dug into the wounds on his shoulder.

There was a brief moment of silence and then a heavy blow to the back of his skull that caused darkness to seep in all around him. Another blow and he was gone, falling into the abyss.

Lysis awoke to find himself on cool, silk sheets. His wounds had been cleaned briefly, so that the blood didn’t flow any longer, at least, and his clothes had been taken from him, leaving his body naked. Bruises were already beginning to form on his pale skin, the flesh of his neck, his stomach and his backside turning a black/blue colour. He was once again lying on his front, his face pressed into a soft pillow, and he wasn’t alone.

To his right, sitting on a plush, dark armchair with his feet up and a glass of thick, red liquid in his hand was the stranger. He sat with an air of importance, a light smirk settled upon painted lips.

“So you’re awake, little whore,” he said, smiling nastily as Lysis attempted to raise his head only to find a hand pressing down on the back of his skull where it already ached from the heavy blows.

There were two more people in the room, he thought, both seated on the bed beside him.

“Seems you had fun without us, Creol,” one of them commented, pressing fingers into the bruises on Lysis’s neck, enjoying his sharp hiss.

The first man, now known as Creol nodded, smiling darkly.

“He is hungry for my cock. I told him I would give it to him if he does as I say.”

One of the two behind Lysis laughed.

“And what do you say, Creol?”

There was a pause while the red head seemed to think.

“I say that you two will have him. Then I will decide.”

The two on the bed beside Lysis were quick to move. One of them shifted to his side, attacking the unbruised side of his neck with sharp nails and even sharper fangs. The other raked nails down the length of his back, drawing red welts across his skin. His nails weren’t as sharp, but he really dug them in as if punishing Lysis for something he hadn’t even done.

The second chose a spot at the top of his thigh and leaned over to bite, sinking his fangs into the flesh. Lysis could do little else but lie and stare at Creol, the smouldering look in the elder’s eyes making his cock twitch against the cool sheets. If he were human, Lysis would have been close to death, but as it was, he found each bite more and more erotic. The fangs that sunk into his skin, the hot, wet mouths upon him made his body tingle and he ached for more contact, for a thick, solid cock inside of him. He spread his legs wantonly as a hand went wandering across the inside of his thigh and it was only brief moments before a finger was suddenly shoved into him.

There was no finesse amongst them, no light touches, no gentle preparation. There was just pain as another finger was pressed into him to join the first and then both were scissored inside of him, stretching him open. A third was added and the man pumped them in and out of him, loosening him up. He had bled, the rough entry and the sharp nails had seen to that, and the blood helped to open him.

A quick glance over and a nod from Creol and the man was shifting, pulling Lysis up onto hands and knees. He leaned forward so long, blond hair brushed Lysis’s back, then grasped his cock, pressing it up against the younger male’s entrance.

The blond shoved in in one thrust, right to the hilt. It drew a small cry from Lysis’s lips, but the first man slapped him across the face, telling him to be quiet. Nails dug into his hips, drawing blood as the blond began to thrust into him with hard, jerky movements. He was tight, almost too tight, but each thrust loosened him up a little, the way lubricated by blood.

“Are you enjoying yourself, slut?” Creol asked, getting up and crossing to the bed. He grasped a handful of Lysis’s hair, pulling his head up and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. It was hard, possessive, and it made Lysis’s cock jerk beneath him. It felt so good to have one man taking him from behind while another dominated his mouth so fiercely.

“You like having a cock in you, don’t you?” Creol hissed, nipping at Lysis’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Open wide, you’re about to have another.”

He pushed Lysis’s head downwards, into the lap of the last figure, one with short, dark brown hair. He then retreated to sit back down as the brunette took hold of Lysis, guiding his mouth over the head of his cock, sliding his length into the wet cavern. On the first thrust, Lysis choked a little, and he could feel wetness pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he carried on, withdrawing to play with the head before sliding the length back into his mouth. A rough thrust from behind sent him forward sharply and he almost choked again, withdrawing to cough harshly, eyes closed.

“Is it a bit much for you, little whore?” the brunette asked, grasping Lysis and forcing his mouth back down onto his cock. They didn’t care if it hurt him, he was beneath them.

The blond shifted, leaning over his back to drive his cock deeper inside. His mouth met with the brunette’s over Lysis’s head and the two kissed passionately as if it were just the two of them on the bed with a mere toy between them. They held their hands together and tore lines up Lysis’s back, spilling blood over his skin that dripped down onto the sheets. When they pulled apart, the blond licked a line up the young male’s back, filling his mouth with blood which he shared with the brunette in another kiss. Lysis had to wonder if the two of them were lovers.

They paid no heed to his fierce arousal that stood unattended, just used him for their old pleasure. It wasn’t long before the two were coming, filling him at both ends with hard, thick cocks, climaxing inside his willing body.

The brunette grabbed Lysis’s jaw after he withdrew, pressing it closed and forcing him to swallow the bitter come. The blond shoved into him hard as he came, releasing his essence deep inside the young male then withdrawing almost instantly. His come dripped down the inside of Lysis’s thigh, mixing with the trail of blood.

Having had their fill, the two withdrew, leaving Lysis to collapse onto the bed, still hard and aching. They dressed quickly, crossing when they had done so to Creol, bending to kiss the back of his hand formally. He gave them both a nod and a small smile and then the two disappeared from the room, their part in the game done.

“It’s just you and me now,” Creol told Lysis, rising from his chair to cross to the bed. His fingers trailed down the length of the younger male’s back, smearing the blood across pale skin before raising his hand to lick it from his flesh.

The red head paced the floor beside the bed as if trying to make up his mind, trying to decide if Lysis had done enough to deserve him. Eventually, he stopped, dimming the lights a little, beginning to pull off his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

“Kneel,” he commanded, “And place your arms behind you.”

Lysis did as he was told, kneeling on the bed facing away from Creol, placing his arms behind him with his wrists crossed at the small of his back. He was in that position for what seemed like a long time while Creol undressed, feeling various bodily fluids sliding down the insides of his thighs. He already felt open, stretched, his body battered and bruised, but he was still hard and aching.

Minutes later, he felt the bed dip and hands grasped his wrists tightly, wrapping what felt like rough, coarse rope around them.

“Open your mouth.”

He did as he was told and Creol shoved something cloth like into his mouth.

“Good slut.” He patted Lysis’s thigh and shifted up behind him, pressing the head of his cock against the younger male’s already stretched entrance. Lysis could instantly feel that he was bigger than the blond that had taken him previously, and that thought, he found strangely thrilling.

Creol didn’t bother to speak then, to taunt him. He just pressed in slower than Lysis had expected, slow enough for him to feel himself being stretched further than he had been. The red head’s cock seemed to be endless, pushing so deep into him that he felt full, so utterly full. He let out a moan around the gag, trying to relax so the burning pain would ebb.

Eventually, Creol came to a stop, his long, thick length finally buried to the hilt inside his dark haired captive. He grasped Lysis’s wrists, yanking him backwards, holding him still as he began to thrust long and slow, torturously.

“You’ve been good tonight,” he rasped, stroking Lysis’s neck with his other hand. “I wasn’t going to play this game with you tonight, but I saw you alone, staggering and drunk and I knew it was the time.”

And with that, Lysis knew the game was over.

Creol turned the dark head to the side so he could place soft kisses along the younger’s neck, flicking his tongue over bloodied flesh. He kept his long, slow rhythm, drawing muffled moans from Lysis’s mouth.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my love?” Creol asked, suddenly withdrawing from Lysis, laying him down on his back on the bed, bent over tied wrists. He spread the long, pale legs wide and settled between them, guiding his cock back into the stretched entrance.

It had been a fantasy of theirs for the longest time. Lysis had always been into pain, torture and they had talked often about role playing their desires. Creol’s desire had been to watch his lover bruised and bloodied, stuffed full at both ends, utterly helpless. Thus, he had enlisted two friends of his, people Lysis didn’t know, people who had willingly agreed to his request. It had made him so utterly hard to watch his lover of many years helpless on his knees as a stranger took him from behind, treating him as nothing more than an object. It made it more arousing to know that once they were gone, that he would be able to take Lysis also, but to kiss his wounds, to stroke his aching cock, to make things feel better.

He wrapped a hand around the dark haired male’s hardness as he took him, stroking to the rhythm of his thrusts. The rope and the gag were the last part of the game, something simple that they would both enjoy. Lysis liked the roughness against his wrists juxtaposed with the slow movement of the cock inside him and Creol liked him lying spread so powerless, arms tied, unable to touch.

“I saw you dancing with that man.” The red head kissed the corner of Lysis’s mouth, tracing his lip with his tongue. “I know I said I don’t mind if you sleep around, but it made me angry.”

Wordlessly, he pulled the cloth from his younger lover’s mouth and swooped down for a kiss, pressing past bloodied lips. It was the ultimate rhythm: his tongue in Lysis’s mouth, his hand on Lysis’s cock, his own cock in Lysis’s ass, all moving to the same, slow beat that nearly drove the younger male insane. When the kiss broke, he threw back his head, moaning so wantonly that it made Creol growl in lust.

“Then claim me,” Lysis panted, “Make me yours so I won’t have to sleep around.”

A smile spread across the red head’s lips and he suddenly pulled out again, flipping Lysis onto his stomach with a show of inhuman strength. He pushed back inside quickly, sinking in to the hilt and pulling a moan from the other’s lips. He wasted no time and began thrusting, his pace much quicker, much harder than it had been, hard enough to coax moans from his lover at every turn. His weight pressed Lysis down into the mattress, leaning on his bound hands, rubbing his hard cock against soft silk.

“I’ll make you mine,” Creol growled, nipping at the other’s ear, “I’ll claim you so hard you won’t be able to get out of bed for a week and every time you walk and it hurts, you’ll remember this, my cock inside you, my essence in your soul.”

Lysis laughed brokenly between his heavy panting, enjoying the cock pounding into him, the way it jerked his body so violently that the mattress creaked beneath them. He was so close, so close to falling over the edge, spiralling down into the depths of the intense orgasm he had building inside of him.

“You are mine, Lysis.” Creol bit his neck again, drawing fresh blood from him, thrusting harder as he neared his completion. “Say it.”

“I am yours, Creol.”

And that was all it took. The red head growled loudly as he fell into climax, coming so hard inside his lover that his head span. They had had sex so many times, in so many positions, so many ways, but it had never felt so good as it did with his lover bloodied and bruised beneath him. His released his essence deep into Lysis’s being, claiming him with his come as he had never done before.

Lysis followed him almost instantly, climaxing with such intensity that it hurt. His eyes were closed so tightly, his form so tense that his body felt like it was on fire. It went on and on, a burning in his very core and in the intensity, the fire, the darkness flooded in.

Lysis awoke a few minutes later to find himself laying back against the pillows in his lover’s arms, his back against Creol’s chest. A cold, damp cloth was pressed to his forehead momentarily before Creol dropped it beside him, leaning over to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.

“Welcome back, my love,” he said softly, brushing the dark hair back from Lysis’s face. “I forget that you’re only young, that you can’t take as much as me. How do you feel?”

Lysis groaned softly, feeling too tired to even move. He simply let his head fall against the pillows, enjoying the gentle hands that stroked his hair and his naked hip.

“Like I can’t move.”

Creol chuckled softly.

“I told you, I’ll make it so you can’t get out of bed for a week.”

The red head tilted Lysis’s face towards him so he could claim a gentle kiss before he moved out from behind him, disappearing into the bathroom for a few moments. He came back with another cloth, this one warmer and he used it to clean the blood from his lover’s body, stroking it lovingly over pale skin.

“Where are we?” Lysis mumbled softly, raising a tired arm to touch his lover’s cheek with slender fingers. Creol set the cloth aside and laid back down, pulling the younger male against him.

“One of the many empty rooms in my house that you’ve never bothered to explore,” Creol replied, pulling the sheets around them, cocooning them both in warmth. “Go to sleep. The sun will be up soon.”

Lysis didn’t need to be told twice. Within moments, he was sound asleep and Creol smiled, settling around him closely. It had been one hell of a night, one that he wouldn’t forget for the rest of his long, long life.

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