Time: Directly after the phone call in "Talk of the Town" and concurrent with the rest of that
Sighing, Frank replaces the phone, really glad that Cash arrived. He could have seriously gotten himself into trouble, telling those two eager mortals too much about the Embrace.
"You did good, wolfling. See what I mean about the Masquerade being a tightrope? And don't forget to tell me or Julian about anybody that gets too curious." Cash pulls the unresisting Frank back against his body, nuzzling at the back of his fledgling's neck.
"Thanks, wolf," Frank murmurs, smiling a little as his sire pulls him close, bending his head forward to let the other have access to his neck. "Like that, wolf..."
"Yeah, me, too....." Cash murmurs as the nuzzles turn to licks and then a nip that just barely breaks the skin. An insistent tongue laps at the tiny wound. [Tastes so strange, you taste a lot like me.]
[And this surprises you?] Frank smiles sardonically, but his lips part and a pleased huff of air escapes. [I *should* taste like you, your blood *made* me, Cash.]
[Yeah, I know, but it's still strange. Archon, Julian and Morgaine all taste similar, so it makes sense that we do. Wonder what Julian's gonna think about that.] The mental tone is teasing, slightly wry with an undercurrent of playfulness.
Frank holds still, concentrating on his sire's scent and the pressure of his body, the lick of his tongue. [Strange that I taste Gangrel now, or that I taste of you?]
[Kinda both, I haven't had many Gangrel lovers,] Cash replies distractedly as his hand reaches around Frank's waist. [Want you, wolfling.]
The delicate shimmering of desire blooming in their link teases Frank wonderfully, and he smiles deeply, letting his eyes close. He runs his own hand over the arm encircling him, caressing. [Want you, wolf... please tell me you think I've 'Become' Gangrel enough to, ah, indulge my new nature a little? Like maybe... it's time?] He lets his own suppressed desire bleed into their link a little, indicating his receptivity.
Cash shivers a little, his own desire for the man in his arms is hot. But he is responsible enough not to merely consider his own desires. [You haven't had a "burning" in your blood for nearly a day now. How do you feel?]
Frank brings his head up, turning his face to the side so he can kiss Cash's cheek. [Not bad, just an echo of that. I've just had some blood, so I'm pretty steady, I think.]
Cash pushes a bit down their link, not invading, just sensing to see if Frank's being overly optimistic, but indeed, the beginnings of control are evident.
[Sire,] Frank sighs, feeling Cash examine his controls, [there are no mortals here. I won't frenzy, not from this. I just want... to love you, make love with you...]
"Yessssss," Cash breathes out. [Doing very well, mine own. Desire looses the Beast, though, nearly always. You'll not want to take a mortal lover for a long time yet. On the other hand, most Kindred lovers welcome the dark within one.]
[Not interested in mortals. Interested in my wolf...] Relief flooding him in his sire's assent, Frank turns in his embrace to face him, and meets his mouth with his, already opening. His one arm goes around Cash's back while his other hand comes up to clasp him by the back of the neck.
Pleasantly startled by the assertiveness shown by his fledgling, Cash opens his mouth to the kiss. [Just about a week ago, you hadn't even been kissed by a man, wolfling.] The shorter man tilts his head back, enjoying the caress on his back, the lips on his.
[I'm a new man, wolf of mine,] Frank purrs into their link, settling easily into the sheer pleasure of Cash's mouth, eager to enjoy all of him this time, not just a kiss. Besides, kissing him, the soft hairs of Cash's goatee against his own clean-shaved chin and mouth, is already familiar and home.
The black tee shirt that covers Frank's chest has ceased to be an item of clothing and has become a barrier to the elder Gangrel. He tugs at the back of the shirt, impatiently pulling it from the waistband of Frank's jeans. His cool hands slip into the small of Frank's back, fingertips under the denim.
[Love your hands there, Cash,] Frank murmurs, wanting more of Cash's hands on his skin. His tongue twining about his sire's, Frank lowers the hand on Cash's back to answer the elder's action, pulling the soft, chambray shirt up from the waistband of Cash's jeans. Then, purring in his mouth, he slips his fingers up under the shirt, feeling the skin on Cash's back.
Cash pulls his mouth reluctantly away from Frank's long enough to whisper. "Bed?"
"Oh, yeah," Frank replies, panting, but diving back into his sire's mouth again.
[Gotta stop kissing long enough to move.] Cash's amused voice echoes in their link. [Not that I want to stop.]
[No, wanna move and kiss,] Frank replies, equally amused, pressing gently back into him in the direction of the bedroom. [We'll get there.]
Cash backs up, a chuckle breaking the kiss momentarily, but only changing it from a long duel of passionate tongues into a series of shallower kisses interspersed with steps and laughter.
Even as they move slowly into the bedroom, Frank succeeds in freeing the rest of Cash's shirt, even to snaking a hand in front and working on buttons. But when Cash bumps up against the bed finally, Frank feels a surge of desire wash through him. Suddenly serious, he brings both hands up to clasp his sire's face, capturing his mouth still another time for the most heated kiss yet.
Cash moans, his hands tightening on Frank's waist. [Want you, man.] Cash pulls Frank to him, grinding hard against his groin. [Let's get the hell out of these clothes.]
His erection hardening swiftly, Frank grinds his groin against the other's also, loving the feel of the reciprocal hardness there. [Need you, want you,] he breathes into their link even as he feels his eyes start to burn with silver. [Clothes in a moment.]
Then, grunting a little as he releases Cash's mouth, he steps back to gaze at him, pulling his t-shirt off and letting it fly somewhere behind him. Hands drop to his jeans, which he has open in seconds. [And how am I doing now, wolf?] he asks, teasingly.
"Just fine, mine own," Cash pants out. "Sometime, I'll show you a formal ritual thing that Archon trained me to do, but right now, clothes off anyway we can manage will be JUST fine!"
Frank skims out of his jeans and briefs, letting them fly skittering across the floor, then sits on the bed to watch Cash finish.
Cash sits down in the chair by the room's fireplace, [Damn boots,] he grumbles. "A little help here?" the elder Gangrel teases.
"Sure, man," Frank grins as he grasps one foot that his sire extends. He pulls until the boot pops off, then gestures for the other. "I need me a pair of these," Frank adds in a murmur, thinking how hot Cash looks in tight jeans - with a nice hefty bulge in the crotch - and his shirt half buttoned.
Cash sticks out the other booted foot. [Oh man, you look so damn sexy over there, Frank.]
The other boot comes off easily, and Frank tosses it aside, tugging playfully on the cuff of Cash's jeans pant leg. [Yeah, and you're going to look a hell of a lot more sexy yourself, wolf, after these jeans come off!]
Cash retrieves his foot from his soon-to-be lover's grasp. He stalks toward the bed, a hunting prowl as his hands dispense with the last few buttons on his work shirt. [Want you, man. Sure you want this? Last chance to back down.] Cash throws back his shoulders and lets the worn blue fabric slide down his arms to join Frank's discarded clothes.
The fledgling tracks his sire every step of the way. [Oh, I'm sure...] When Cash comes within reach, Frank grabs hold of the waistband of his jeans to pull him closer. "I think I need to help with this, too, wolf," he breathes, letting a wicked glance steal up at the Gangrel who sired him.
"OH, man," said Gangrel groans. "For somebody who wasn't sure about even kissing a guy just a couple of weeks ago, you sure are into it now." Cash's hands slide into Frank's hair, now just about chest level. "Gotta love a fast learner..."
"Must be this Gangrel blood in me," Frank murmurs, laying one hand on Cash's hip while the fingers of his other open the first of the buttons on his fly. "Besides, I've been rather thinking about this moment a LOT, know what I mean? Besides delving into your library here, I haven't had a hell of a lot else to do, except think about *you*, your..." He pauses with a smile, suddenly shy again. "Your body."
Cash pets his lover's hair, and Frank *is* his lover now. "I've wanted you since that night in the park, when you let me kiss you. Wanted you *this* way, that is. I wanted you for the Gangrel since Julian told me you wouldn't be Ventrue." Cash's hands ruffle Frank's hair again before slipping down to caress the younger man's shoulders, marveling at the endearing mix of shyness and bold wanton eagerness that is his childe.
Frank leans forward into the caress, even to resting his head against Cash's hip as he continues slowly undoing buttons. "Yeah, you wanted me then, but waited so *Julian* could have me as a mortal..." Frank smirks at the irony, sending a wash of love in their link to indicate that he's well over Cash's silence on Julian's desire for him. A last button is loosed, then Frank is slipping fingers inside, over the cool, masculine belly.
"Because he asked me to, man. I owe him so much. Home, family... you." That last is whispered, so soft Frank barely can hear it.
Home... Frank feels like he's found his home, too, and the soft whisper straight from Cash's full heart moves the younger Gangrel to pull him closer, replacing fingertips with his lips as his other hand gently pulls at the back of Cash's waistband. [And I owe you...]
As Frank kisses the soft hairs on Cash's belly, he slowly draws his sire's jeans down over his hips, smoothly moving them down his legs. Even before, he is awash in Cash's scent, and unconsciously Frank rubs his face against him, Gangrel-like, marking his sire's scent on himself.
At the touch of the cool lips against his skin, Cash shudders with pleasure. "Mine own," he purrs as Frank's hands slide the denim off his body. Cash's hand slips into Frank's hair again, pulling him back just a bit. He moves away just long enough to step out of the entangling jeans before pushing Frank gently back prone on the bed.
Frank snags one of his sire's hands as he lays back, pulling him along side him. As he does so, he looks... and releases a groan of desire. [Oh, gods, you're naked, now I REALLY want you... all wire and fine muscles, my wolf... beautiful...]
"Nothing to be ashamed of on your side either, wolfling. You look like a runner." Cash dips his head to kiss Frank hard, open mouthed and hungry. [Want to taste you all over. Imprint you on my soul forever.]
With another little noise of want, Frank kisses back hard and fervently, one hand curving around to clasp his neck again. [Want to breathe you, burn you into my being forever...]
Cash begins to grind into Frank's groin a bit, needy whimpers bit off as their tongues duel and the kiss goes on and on. Chest to chest they lie, Cash's hands running down Frank's sides to come to rest on his hips.
[Could drown in your kiss,] Frank murmurs to his lover in their link. [Lose myself in you, man... GODS! My senses... you smell, feel, taste incredible...] His cock hard as a rock, he thrusts eagerly against Cash's groin.
Reluctantly, Cash pulls off Frank's mouth and kisses along his jawline. A nip over the carotid sends a wave of memories between the two Gangrel, Frank sampling Cash's memories of bending over him for the Embrace, Cash getting a glimpse of Alexandra disappearing into the light. Cash smiles wistfully against his childe's skin as he nibbles his way down Frank's breastbone. A rough, cool tongue caresses the prone man's nipple over a slowly beating heart.
The unexpected peck at his throat at the identical spot where Cash bit him in his Embrace causes Frank to gasp as a streak of lust plummets up his spine. [You tease... you know now what doing THAT is going to do to me...] Then as the tongue brushes his nipple, the fledgling pants with arousal, his fingers tightening his grip on the back of Cash's neck.
Cash chuckles, then goes back to laving the hardening bud under his tongue, suckling a little and pushing his neck up into Frank's hands. [Haven't had a lover hang onto me quite like that before. You even did that as I Embraced you. I like it.]
[You're my anchor, wolf,] Frank groans into their link. [Shit, you're so good...] He writhes a little with pleasure at the magic performed by Cash's expert tongue.
"Ummmm, so good, mine own," Cash murmurs as he switches his attention to the other side.
Frank's free hand now ranges down Cash's side, coming to rest with splayed fingers over his ass. But his hand remains still as if he is both surprised to be there and unsure if he can explore further.
Cash grins to himself a bit and slips off to one side. He limberly curls around as he continues his leisurely progress down Frank's body.
When Cash's adjustment shifts THAT part of his body around toward Frank's face, his breath catches even as both his hands now slide along his sire's thighs, parting them enough to reveal his endowments. Frank is entranced, scared, lusting, and unsure all at once, facing a very new territory for him.
Again, his strongest new sense, that of scent, effectively works to lead him as he breathes in his sire's musk. Before he even knows he's doing it, like when he was undoing his jeans, Frank brushes his cheek against the stiffened cock.
Cash, on the other hand, shows no hesitation as his trail of kisses and nibbles leads him right to Frank's erection. [Enough playing around, delightful as it is,] he tells himself, as he wraps one arm over the top of Frank's hip and pulls his lover to his mouth. His other hand slides up to caress the sac hanging tantalizingly just out of mouth's reach. [Like this position, but it has its disadvantages...]
Frank shivers just a little as Cash handles his balls, but he remembers Julian's mouth on him and he wants Cash there badly. But can he reciprocate? [Kouhanek, you drank the drink, now... you CAN do this, buddy. Oh, fuck, this is CASH...] Frank keeps his thoughts private. But in this last consideration, his desire for Cash works steadily to override his virginal queasiness.
[You don't have to do this if you don't want to, wolfling. I enjoy the taste and the scent, but not everyone does.] Enthusiastically, Cash laps around the tip of his lover's erection, the salty musk of Frank's arousal delicious, then he relaxes and takes Frank deeply into his mouth. [Tastes good.]
[GODS, CASH!] Frank nearly screams into their link. On the one hand, he wants to snap a sarcastic retort back regarding "you don't have to do this", but as soon as his sire's mouth engulfs his cock, his thought processes go ballistic. [FUCK!] All his raw inexperience and newness goes clean out the window as Frank answers by taking his lover's cock into his mouth as well.
[Fuck, I don't know how to do this, but...] And that's the last coherent thought Frank will have for a while, his Kindred instincts taking over higher processes. Succumbing to passion, Frank begins to suck on the hard rod in his mouth, yielding to the taste and feel as if born to it.
His enthusiasm wrings a groan from the older man. [Good, so damn good... Want you so bad... Remember what I told you - you 'feel a lover's desire'... here.] Cash lets down almost all the barriers between them, allowing his passion to spill into Frank's mind. [Ummmm, just remember to bite *there*, not *down*!!!] Cash cautions with a mental laugh and a talon tip drug along the big artery in Frank's groin.
Distracted from the feast in his mouth by the mental reminder and the pricking of a talon against the artery in his groin. Frank shivers then freezes momentarily in awe as his lover's "passion" flood his mind with pleasure. [Oh!]
Cash runs his top hand down the curve of Frank's ass, pulling him tighter, urging him to move with soft moans of pleasure.
Frank discovers, to his astonishment and utter delight, that he does know what to do after all... hey, Cash is a MAN, and Frank certainly knows how he himself loves to be pleasured in this way. Pleasure from their link, hot arousal, and a keen desire to make his sire feel very, very good helps Frank make up for his inexperience. [Taste GOOD, wolf!]
[Oh yeah,] Cash makes an affirmative little noise as he takes Frank deeper into his mouth. His hand stays busy on Frank, caressing his balls, running up to scratch gently behind them, a daring foray into the crack between his buttocks.
His sire's insistent attentions threaten to throw the new Gangrel into a heated overdrive. The pleasure flowing through him is so intense and he feels everything SO MUCH! Moaning, Frank opens his legs for his lover, wanting more of the intimate touching. With an effort, he also manages to continue to pleasure Cash as well, though his hand on his sire's ass is as yet still and frozen in place. [Oh, fuck, Cash, this is... this is... MAN! I'm like... near to bursting here, I... I...] Even his thoughts are growing incoherent.
[Then cum for me, mine own. Yeah, lick, cum for me. Let me taste your passion, give it to me.] Cash's mental growl of passion, of command is borne on the tide of his own impending orgasm.
The wanton, lecherous tone of his sire's thoughts added to the sensual touches push Frank over the edge quite effectively. Releasing Cash's cock with a gasp, he moans and writhes as he comes into Cash's throat, throwing his head back and all but howling at the moon.
The elder Gangrel hungrily drinks down his childe's passion, laced now with the faint smoky taste of his mortal blood overlaid by the essence of the Gangrel. [Good, tastes good.] Suddenly Cash's own desire overwhelms him, no more the gentle lover, but a demanding *need*. [Touch me, oh gods, please, touch, bite. Frank, please. Don't leave me hanging.]
Still coming, panting hard, Frank's hand folds around Cash's swollen cock and begins to pump him. Frank feels his fangs dropping, his eyes burning silver. With a final moan, he bends his head and sinks his fangs into the artery in Cash's groin.
"GODS!" Cash's shout fills the room as the double assault causes him to pull off Frank's still spurting cock and cum himself. In a way, he's glad that Frank released him, it takes a while to learn to enjoy the taste of a man's pleasure and the elder Gangrel doesn't mean to force the issue.
The exploding ecstasy in his sire's blood catches him up with it, and as Cash comes, Frank groans deep in his throat as another wave of incredible pleasure courses through his entire body. [CASH!] he cries to his sire, his emotions flooding their link.
Riding out the tide of pleasure, Cash grips the backs of Frank's thighs as his passion spills over his own belly and his lover's shoulder. [Oh, gods, oh yes... ]
Needing to gasp, Frank removes his fangs and collapses against Cash, heedless of cum in his hair, on his shoulder and even down his back. [Cash, I love you, gods, Cash... oh, man...]
Cash wiggles around, never letting go completely, wanting to hold Frank, have his new lover come down in his arms. [Mine own, my lover.] Getting face to face again finally, Cash nuzzles in against Frank's neck and wraps both arms and legs around his sated lover. He kisses a little against his fledgling's neck, a contented purr in the back of his throat.
Frank settles into Cash's embrace, still shuddering a little, his senses still reeling. He wants to say so much, but words are beyond him right now. All he can do is cling to his lover.
The tender little kisses serve to stir up Frank's emotions a little more, and with a fervent exhale, he shifts himself down a little, his hand tilting up his sire's chin. Making his own pleased noise, Frank kisses Cash on the mouth deeply, gratefully. And tasting his own cum in his sire's mouth is suddenly only a wonder, not weird or unpleasant as he might have expected.
Cash relaxes, a fear unvoiced even to himself assuaged, for whether Kindred or mortal, the first time with a new lover is just a touch frightening, even if it is your childe.
[Love you, wolf,] Frank thinks to his beloved sire, his passions calming to a deep happiness.
[Wolfling, I'm so lucky, so happy...] Cash's mental voice trails off into a wash of contentment and an answering joy. "But you know," Cash whispers, "we'd better hit the shower before we stick together permanently."
Frank very reluctantly pulls away from Cash's mouth, and leans back a little. With a suddenly impish smile, he runs a finger over his shoulder through the trail of Cash's cum. With an expression on his face of wonderment mixed with desire and curiosity, he puts the finger in his mouth, sucking off the cum. "Never really tasted..." he murmurs, then meets his sire's eyes. "My whole world is inside out, Cash." But he is smiling.
The elder Gangrel chuckles. "Oh yeah. I know *just* what you mean. I'd lived as Kindred for nearly a decade before I first had a male lover. At least you are doing all the shocks at one time," Cash teases. "But that was in the 1950s and it was harder then."
"Geez, I can well imagine." Frank regards his finger. "I like it..." He looks up again, and lays the finger against Cash's cheek tenderly. "And I'm afraid I'll be wanting more. Wolf, you might find I'm turning into some sort of monster..." His smile grows lustful and wicked.
"A 'big, bad wolf'? I can't wait." Cash's laughter shakes the shoulder Frank is snuggled against.
Frank hugs his sire to himself with an arm around his back. "Need you, wolf... I want to make love with you, *really* make love with you." He hides his eyes at this.
Cash pets his hair, gently. "Oh, we'll get there, wolfling. Don't you worry about that; I want to make love to you, too. *Really*." [I know you said you wanted to try 'topping'.] In the long pause, the elder Gangrel feels his childe's arousal renewed. [With me?]
[Sire, I can't see *Julian* going there, so... yeah,] Frank replies to his lover. [Cash, man, I trust you, I love you. I want to experience so much with you. Yeah... I'd love to...] Frank stays with the words he's most comfortable with. [... to make love to you. But you're my sire... you can make love to me first.] To himself he can't help but add, [You're more than my sire, Cash...]
Cash suddenly pulls Frank to his mouth in a hard kiss. That this fledgling wants him so, trusts him so, ignites his heart. [Oh, gods, Frank, do you have any idea what that means to me?] Cash breaks the kiss to lean his forehead against Frank's. [My poet's words fail.]
The fledgling feels a flood of love for his sire. He whispers, "Yeah, I'm learning that, wolf." Tenderly he kisses Cash's cheek.
THE END (for this part)
