Time: Thursday, very early morning, Oct. 31 - directly after "A Confusion of Brujah"
After Daedalus lets Thorne into the Camera, the Tremere exchanges a respectful nod with the Nosferatu and then is alone with his thoughts as he waits for Julian to come downstairs. [I've got to calm down,] he thought, ruminating yet again on the fascinating yet disturbing visit with the Brujah primogen. [It's bad enough that I haven't seen Julian since...] He sighed, running a hand restlessly through his long hair.
Julian watches from the bedroom window as Thorne arrives. [What does he want?] Julian mulls over a myriad of reasons for the Tremere primogen to call unexpectedly. [Quit fretting. He's here. And it's not like you're not happy about it.]
As Thorne mounts the front steps, Julian turns and takes a final look in the mirror, brushing a hand through his hair to comb it back just a bit, not into the severe widow's peak but at least off his forehead. He straightens the cobalt cotton shirt and runs a hand along the front of the pleated trousers before leaving the room.[Who are you primping for, Luna?] comes the small voice from the back of his brain.
In a matter of moments, he's standing at the top of the regal staircase, ready for his guest.
Thorne turns, hearing the Ventrue arrive at the top of the stairs before he even gets there. He looks up, a rush going through him at the sight of the prince, not in the least reassured by his casual appearance. "My prince," he murmurs, bowing from the waist.
"Thorne, to what do I owe this ... pleasure?" Julian's voice wraps the final word with a dripping warmth. [And it is an unquestionable pleasure to see you again.] He moves down a step, in no hurry. His demeanor is still princely, but with less of the formality the Tremere has experienced from him.
"Always... a pleasure to see you, my prince," Thorne murmurs, finding a smile. As yet he still keeps to the formality; for all that he wants to be here for pleasure, he does have business. "I need to speak to you about... a 'community matter'. Briefly." [Then, oh my prince... whatever you desire...]
[Ah, business.] The prince inwardly sighs, a little let down at the formal tones, but he maintains a serious exterior. "Why don't you come up here? We can talk in my study." [And it's much more private than downstairs, should the need arise.] A small smile creeps across Julian's lips as he mentally slaps himself for the thoughts he's having.
Thorne nods, the faint smile still on his lips. He starts up the steps, wondering if he could just lean in for a kiss when he reaches Julian. [Oh, were it that easy,] he muses, wondering when he'll ever relax around the prince. [I hope I haven't gone too far, helping Cam...]
Julian extends his hand to Thorne, carrying through on one touch of the formality the Tremere expects. "Is this 'community matter' one you need my help with? Or another trouble of mine you've put to rest?" The prince has learned rather quickly that this Tremere is quite capable of dousing fires. [I'm even starting to rely on your help.]
Ignoring the questions for the moment, Thorne takes the prince's hand, brushing his lips across the back of it, then, keeping it, draws the Ventrue closer to him. "I need to inform you of the... status... of one of your ongoing problems," Thorne murmurs just before he bends down to kiss the prince.
Julian gasps lightly, caught delightfully off-guard by Thorne's sudden kiss. [Nice move, Tremere.] He moves his free hand to the other's waist, making sure the kiss isn't broken too quickly, responding with slightly parted lips.
Thorne slips his hand up into Julian's hair at the back, just as an anchor, his other hand settling on his arm as he deepens the kiss for a moment. Then, without pulling away, he gently breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against the prince. "Cameron. He called me, asked me for my... help. That's one loose cannon, there, Julian. You need to know... that's one bomb that could go off." He sighs as he finishes the hasty explanation, regret in every line of his body that he has to bring this to Julian now. But he is very glad to be here, treasuring the closeness now, whatever he can get.
Julian slips his arms around Thorne's body, holding just short of tight. "Hell, Thorne, if that's the way you deliver news about my enemies," he starts, stopping short, taking a deep breath. "I can't imagine how you deliver good news." He smiles, a small laugh of pleasure erupting from his throat. "But the hallway isn't really the place for either. My study's just two doors down."
Taking a deep breath, Thorne nods, grateful for the embrace. "I hope you find that out someday," he murmurs, his smile returning.
"I guarantee I will," Julian reassures himself, just under his breath. He partially breaks the embrace, keeping an arm around Thorne's waist as he directs his guest toward his suite. "You continue to surprise me, Thorne. [And enchant me.] At every turn, taking what I know of the Tremere and turning it upside down."
Thorne drapes his arm over the Ventrue's shoulders as they walk. "I only regret that you have had to learn... otherwise of my clan, Julian. I do all I can to work on our unfortunate image, but I'm only one magus."
Julian opens the study's door and motions Thorne in. "Our clans have little love for one another. And, before meeting you, my only personal experience with your clan was quite distasteful." He forces a smile to erase the bittersweet memory filtering through his mind. "You, however, are showing me that perhaps I can trust the Tremere more than some of the clans that flaunt their loyalty to me."
"Trust the Tremere?" Thorne releases and faces the Ventrue. "I wish, but in this case it may be more like trusting me. I am... not a usual Tremere. And you're going to have to trust me with Cameron." He sighs and touches Julian again on the arm. It comes easier.
"Then I shall trust you, Thorne, and rely on your wisdom for dealing with your clansmen." Julian's smile broadens at the touch; he shuts the door behind them before continuing. "But what of Cameron ..." The prince's face grows somber at the name, his dark eyes edged in silver. "One who flaunts his contempt for me."
Thorne meets his silver-edged gaze openly, serious now. "I talked to him at the Haven last Tuesday night. Yes, you saw contempt at the Conclave. But Tuesday, only two days later, that was already unraveling. We revealed the ringleader for that fire attempt to him, but he's now asked my help to discover the others." Thorne runs a restless hand through his long, dark blonde hair.
"Julian, Cameron is rapidly moving to the edge of sanity. I believe he may only now be truly dealing with the death of his sire... and he's failing at keeping his clan together. In my opinion... he could fall as primogen... or suicide. There is despair in his heart." He shakes his head, his gaze dropping. "I just came from meeting with him again. We have something of a deal... but I don't know how this will turn out. I'll do all I can to defuse the situation."
"What if he kills himself? One less Brujah to worry about," Julian quips callously. He is still entrenched in the anger phase of grief over Archon's death, blaming the Brujah primogen for it, no matter how justified it was. He stalks across the room, almost pacing as it were. His voice is raised slightly, the rage flooding his heart. "He's not the only one dealing with the death of a sire. And he's responsible for both their deaths."
"Julian," Thorne says quietly, "come here."
"Cameron wants nothing more than to make my life miserable," Julian continues for a moment before turning on his heel, caught by the soft voice. He walks, a little reluctantly, over to Thorne. "What?" he asks impatiently.
Thorne places gentle fingertips against the agitated prince's cheek. "And you're still grieving too." He'd been about to tell Julian that Cameron told him about Manzanita, but he knows that wouldn't be the right approach. "Julian," Thorne murmurs, nearing. "Tell me about Manzanita."
The word sends a chill through Julian's body, spreading like icy fire from his heart. The coldness of the memories of that place, that time douse the rage in his soul; his eyes return to normal. "Manzanita," he repeats, swallowing hard. "It's a place of the past, Thorne, a past that is dead and buried."
The Tremere magus makes the touch a caress. "Is it buried? Julian, I care nothing for the Brujah. My only concern... is you... and the fact that Cameron is likely to take himself out and as much of San Francisco with him as he can manage."
"Then you're one up on Archon, cause he sure as hell didn't care," Julian snaps, a bitter laughter escaping his lips. He meets Thorne's eyes, searching in them for a release. [God, I want to tell you everything ... let it go. I just can't, not after so long. Can I?] "Where was his concern? For me? I don't think so."
Thorne looks back of the pain-filled eyes of his prince, choosing his words carefully. Again he caresses his cheek soothingly. "Julian, a personal vendetta can often drive away reason, even tear one away from the truths their heart knows. And you're right... it's done. Dead."
Julian reaches up to touch Thorne's fingers against his face, smiling under the gentle caress. His voice is a little more stilled when he speaks again. "Manzanita was just that, Thorne ... a personal vendetta ... but I didn't know it then." His eyes have a distance to them. "I was Archon's enforcer, his executioner ... and I believed in his cause."
The Tremere takes the prince's hand in his, and brings the fingertips up to his lips. "Betrayal is painful. I understand too well the hollowness you feel." He kisses the fingertips slowly, even to sucking a little on the ends of them. "I am here, Julian. If you need to... talk." [Or... whatever...]
[You do that quite well.] Julian allows himself to be distracted by Thorne's lips, the flick of the tongue against his fingertips. "So few know the truth. Even I'm not sure anymore." [Don't stop. More.] "I could do nothing but kill, and I loved it ... no, I reveled in it. It fed my darkness." He turns to put his full body to face Thorne, increasing the energy flowing between them.
"Darkness," Thorne echoes, thinking to days in his own long past when he has been exactly where Julian is talking about... or worse. A particular Pontifex in Byzantium comes to mind... [Damn.] "Darkness must not be allowed to rule us, Julian," he whispers. "It must be made to serve us."
"It does ... now. I feast on it rather than feeding it. But then, I was its slave. Until Manzanita, when I realized I was drowning in it and becoming no better than the Brujah I was killing." The prince moves his free hand to Thorne's face, brushing the stray locks that have fallen into his eyes. The gesture, the lingering of his fingers is beyond friendly. "How does the darkness serve you?"
Sighing, Thorne slips his free hand around the Prince's waist, drawing him in. "When I feel betrayed, when I feel the harsh, merciless caress of injustice, the Darkness allows me to cleanse myself of the rage... so that it does not loose itself upon innocents." He closes his eyes briefly, savoring the touch.
"You must show me how to cleanse the rage ... some day," Julian says softly. "I have so much of it in me right now ... with Archon's death and dealing with Cameron." [Why can't you just be direct? Tell him what you want? Why doesn't he just pop into your head like that first night?] Julian is surprising himself with his near shyness at dealing with the Tremere. He runs his hand back through Thorne's hair, pushing it over his ear, letting his fingers trail down along the artery in his neck.
"Mmmmn, that feels nice," Thorne smiles, then opens his eyes to look down into the Ventrue's. "There are more ways to deal with rage, Julian. Many kinds of.. release. And you can let me handle Cameron."
"Should I ask how you'll handle Cameron?" Julian asks, trailing his hand back along Thorne's neck to hold him at the back of his head. "Or should I just concern myself with rage control?"
Thorne sighs, the grip at the back of his neck a tease to his submissive side - what there is of it. He lowers his hand to slip it around Julian's waist also, moving both hands up to caress his back. "It's up to you if you want to know how I will 'help' Cameron. But 'rage control' certainly does seem needed at this time..."
"And just how would you control my 'rage'? It's known to be quite unpredictable and volatile." Julian sighs deeply at the Tremere's touch, ever so slightly tightening his grip at the back of Thorne's neck. "Please show me."
Reaching behind him, Thorne gently clasps the prince's hand, removing it from the back of his neck, but immediately bringing it to his lips, which curve in a smile. "I would be honored... and delighted to do that, my prince." Then he turns the hand in his over, dropping a kiss into Julian's palm.
Julian sucks in his breath, catching his protestation in mid-thought. He's not one prone to giving up control, and he can't recall the last time a lover dared to move his hand. He smiles, the brush of lips against his flesh sending a chill of anticipation through his body. "I am in your hands, Thorne."
"Indeed, you are," Thorne murmurs against his palm before straightening, his hands going to the buttons on the cobalt shirt. Looking into Julian's eyes, he smiles again as he unbuttons his shirt for him. Then he glances down in appreciation as Julian's muscular, darkly furred chest is revealed. Thorne slides his hands inside the shirt, feeling his sides, his chest, then lets his thumbs brush across Julian's nipples.
Julian moans at the touches, his mind yielding to the imagined pleasure. He finally focuses enough to move his hands to the buttons on Thorne's tunic. He pauses. "May I?" he asks simply.
"Yes, please, Julian," Thorne literally purrs as he caresses the other, enjoying the feel of him. "You know, I like just saying your name... Julian..." As he speaks, his voice drops into a purely seductive tone worthy of a Toreador.
"I like that better than 'my prince' all the time," he retorts. Julian makes quick work on the buttons, running his hands along the placket to press it back down as he goes, then parting the fabric to slip his hands in against the pale skin.
Thorne grins, his face lighting up like a child's, though his violet eyes are still seductive. "Is that right, my prince?" he dares to say, then winks before impulsively diving in to kiss Julian before he can get another retort back. One hand slides up the skin on his back under the open shirt, but the other one slides down, coming to rest on Julian's ass.
The prince's words are trapped in a thought. [A kiss to tame a prince. So very nice.] Julian slides his hands down Thorne's sides and around to rest at the small of his back, as much to hold on against the desirable onslaught as to caress the utterly soft flesh. He responds in kind to the kiss, pushing himself more deeply into it.
Thorne's hand slides up to the Ventrue's upper back to hold him closer while his tongue sensuously explores the other's mouth. The hand on Julian's ass merely caresses, communicating a brightly building desire to please him.
[Yes. Like that.] Julian responds in kind, his tongue seeking out the other's. He lets his hands wander across Thorne's lower back in nearly massaging movements.
Pulling slowly off Julian's mouth, Thorne smiles and makes an audible sighing noise even as he moves down to the Ventrue's neck, making a trail with his tongue. [Want to make you feel so good, Julian,] he sighs into his lover's mind, again whispering the prince's name like a prayer. [Forget about your cares, let me love you...]
Julian sighs with pleasure at the sound of Thorne's voice in his head. When the Tremere had first done that, it had been alarming; now, it was like a familiar, welcomed sound coming out of the night. [You're doing quite well ... hitting all the right spots,] he thinks in return, knowing the telepath will pick up his active surface thoughts, no more. He moans softly as the tongue slides along the flesh over his artery. [Tonight, you *will* taste me.] It is a promise more than a command.
The tall Tremere straightens again, his hands all over Julian's bare back, savoring the muscled flesh there. [Somewhere we can go... Julian?] he murmurs silently, his mind adding a mental caress to his words, a soft wave of pleasure.
Julian's nowhere near regaining his senses, but he manages to mutter a suggestion. "The bedroom's just through that door. Would that be suitable?"
"Eminently," Thorne answers with a grin, snagging the prince's hand in his, drawing him toward him, toward the bedroom. "I've been looking forward... to being with you..." Part of the Tremere's utter charm is his ability to come across as shy and hedonistic all at once, and his expression is just that, taming his words. [Let me love you...]
For an instant, the Ventrue's mind trips back to the night of his Embrace, of a hand leading him into a bedroom with similar words. The passion of that night was etched in his memory, and he found himself wondering if a night with Thorne would equal ... or surpass it. "I've been thinking about it, too," Julian says in a soft voice, uncharacteristically quiet, almost shy, following Thorne's lead.
[Rage control,] Thorne reminds himself privately as they enter the bedroom. He pulls the cobalt shirt the rest of the way off his prince, then sets his hands to the belt of his pants. "Thinking about it with as much hunger as I have, I hope," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss Julian's temple as he works the belt loose, and the zipper of his pants. [Gods, I've wanted you since we first met... maybe before,] he finishes, his mental voice silky in the mind of the Ventrue.
"Thinking about it?" Julian sighs. "I can't get you out of my head ..." Pushing the tunic to the edge of Thorne's shoulders, Julian gently leans over and kisses the pale flesh over his heart. "... not that I've been trying very hard." [I want to feel what it's like to be taken by one so powerful. I've wondered about it since you popped into my head that first night, and I felt the edge of that power.]
[Power... is only desirable if the control is there to match it,] Thorne returns mildly, his hands sliding over the Ventrue's hips. [But I'm guessing you're not much interested in... control... right now...] Sighing, the Tremere moves the other's pants and briefs down over the hips, sliding one hand back to cup a cheek of Julian's ass. Smiling, he squeezes it as he meets the prince's eyes, then lowers his gaze as he proceeds to get the rest of Julian's clothes off. When his lover is revealed before him, Thorne's eyes linger over the view of the beautiful body of the prince. [Spectacular... Julian...] he purrs in the other's mind, then stands still for the other to undress him as well as Julian's hands return to his opened tunic.
[Power is always desirable ... perhaps we should only wield it when we have control ... but we always desire it.] Julian's hands push the tunic off Thorne's shoulders slowly, letting fingers trace a path down the long arms. He catches it and drops it gently to the floor. [I suspect you prefer the Julian who isn't in control ... the one who yields to passion.] The prince slides the other's remaining clothes down over the slim hips and off, dropping to one knee as he does. He rises slowly, drawing his hands up along the cold flesh. [Very nice, Thorne ... quite tempting ...] Julian punctuates his mental compliment with light kisses on the Tremere's thigh, at the curve of his abdomen.
The Tremere peers down through his long veil of hair at the Ventrue, smiling with slightly glittering eyes. [I prefer Julian every way I can get him,] Thorne replies with a sensuous mental caress. [In control... out of control...] The smile widens to a grin and he shifts his weight to his other foot, which happens to have the effect of bring his... endowments... in close proximity to Julian's face.
The Ventrue continues feathering kisses along the curves of Thorne's body, moving his head so the Tremere's cock brushes against his face. [How about this way?] He turns his face into the other's groin and draws his tongue slowly along the shaft, his hands holding firmly at Thorne's hips.
[Indeed, a very good way,] Thorne sighs into the other's mind, his hands slipping into Julian's hair, not to grab but to hold and caress.
[That's nice ...] Julian tugs slightly against the Tremere's fingers, not to break free but to anchor himself in the other's grasp. He licks hard against the cockhead, taking an inch or so into his mouth and sucking. [So good.]
Thorne tilts his head back, closing his eyes as he succumbs to the delicious sensations created by the Ventrue's tongue and suction. His fingers subtly put pressure onto Julian's head by way of encouragement. Soon his hips begins to move, thrusting forward a little to get more of that talented mouth.
Julian, increasingly aroused by the physical hold the Tremere has on him, needs no more encouragement. In a single motion, he deep throats the cock before him, coming off slowly, his tongue seeking every nuance of Thorne's assets. [Yes. It tastes as good as I expected,] the Ventrue moans softly.
As his cock is completely engulfed, the Tremere groans deep in his throat, remembering when he had the Ventrue prince's fine member similarly encased. [Gods, and you tasted so good as well...] His thrusts into the mouth taking on more urgency, Thorne unconsciously tightens his hold on Julian's hair, then releases it as he caresses the other's head and neck.
Firming up his grip on Thorne's hips, Julian meets each thrust with equal force, plunging down repeatedly on the Tremere's cock. [Let me have it, Thorne, all of it.] He stiffens a bit at the sudden caress, finding himself missing the tightening hand in his hair.
Julian's tightening grip as well as his stiffening, communicates a heightened arousal in the Ventrue, and the Tremere responds immediately by returning one hand to gather Ventrue hair in his fist, urging him on and guiding. Similarly, his thrusts into the eager mouth intensify as his climax approaches.
The Ventrue's soul moans with arousal, a rush of ecstasy filling every inch of his body. Julian shifts, dropping to both knees, as his own cock starts to ache. [Yes, Thorne ... hold me ... don't let go ... god, I understand what a rush Cash sees in this.] His mouth wrapped around the cock, he sucks with deliberate force, intent on tasting all there is of the Tremere.
Though Thorne would have liked to slow this down, save some of this for when they tangled together on the bed, the other's evident hunger ignites his own, and he finds himself coming already, shooting into that muscular throat, shuddering as he grips the Ventrue's hair almost painfully. [JULIAN...!] he moans into the other's mind, the waves of passion crashing through him.
[Yes!] he shouts back. Julian's fingers clutch at Thorne's flesh, drawing dots of blood. The rush of power from Thorne's body cascades over him, consuming him, quenching his thirst and fueling his hunger. He sucks hard a last time, drawing out every ounce of cum from the other's cock, before pulling off, settling back against the comforting hand in his hair.
Gasping even as he is released, Thorne lowers his head to regard his lover with hooded eyes, still panting from his explosion. [Gods, you're magnificent,] he growls with a sudden grin before scooping Julian up and depositing him at length on the bed. Climbing up beside him, Thorne pulls him into his arms and claims his mouth, eager to taste of himself in the Ventrue's mouth.
Julian's arms go around the Tremere as he responds in kind to the kiss, as eager to taste of Thorne this way as he was the other. He presses his tongue forward in search of new conquest.
The flavor of his own cum in Julian's mouth only serves to send twinges of desire - already! - to his groin. After eagerly twining tongues, Thorne breaks the kiss, making a deep noise of satisfaction, a purr.
The prince looks up, searching for those glittering violet eyes. "What other way do you want me?" he asks in a spent voice. Julian is surprised to hear himself say the words, to be in this posture of submission, but it feels good and he's reveling for the moment in doing what feels good, not making the decisions.
Thorne's eyes widen momentarily as he realizes that Julian is truly yielding to him, handing him the controls and apparently relieved to do so. Yet he does not want to make this a show of dominance; Thorne does not seek that over his prince, ever. But to be given his person in this way, to love him as Thorne pleases... To hide how delighted he feels in this discovery, the magus buries his face momentarily against his lover's neck, kissing him there. [On your stomach, my love,] he responds with a mental caress. [I won't be taking you like that, however. I just want to get you ready for me.] Then he pauses before letting Julian move, his lips over the large artery in the Ventrue's neck. [How I long to taste of you, Julian. Take your rage from you into myself... use it to master that affront of a Brujah. He's going to surprise you one day. I will see to it.]
"Why do you wait, Thorne?" Julian whispers, turning his head just to the side. The gesture is a Kindred tradition, an invitation to taste. "I want you to know all of me."
"Then I will know all of you," the Tremere murmurs, then sinks his fangs into the prince's artery. Blood fills his mouth and throat, delicious Ventrue blood that he has not tasted since London, since his last parting with Dr. Terence Manning, a lover from his years at Oxford. The familiar clan signature is soothing, a counterbalance to Julian's remaining heartsickness over Archon's betrayal, and his inner rage over Cameron's role in his sire's death. Back through the momentary bloodlink Thorne pours his own emotions: the admiration, affection, even love that he feels for this Ventrue Prince, mingled with his desires - for Julian, for their common hopes for the city, for the opportunity to dominate Cameron.
Julian tenses for an instant against the bite, then immediately relaxes into Thorne's caress. The rush of being fed from is nearly as intense as sex, as the blood surges through his body to fill Thorne's mouth. [This is what I want, what I need, to balance out always being the one in charge.] "You could be very good for me, Tremere," he whispers, the clan name falling from his lips with a passion uncharacteristic for a Ventrue.
At last the Tremere withdraws his fangs, licking the wounds closed and then his lips clean before soothing the prince with several little kisses on his neck and shoulder. "Then let me," Thorne sighs as Julian turns over for him, settling on his stomach. He begins to kiss his way down the Ventrue's back. "Let me make you feel so good... make you come hard, let all the rage out..." His voice is low and dreamy, soothing.
Julian relaxes completely under Thorne's touch, stretching his arm out over his head, punctuating each of the Tremere's kisses with a soft moan. "You're halfway there already ..." His voice trails off as his body gives way to the pleasure it's experiencing, his hips arching lightly off the bed as Thorne's lips reach the small of his back.
"Oh, I hope not already," Thorne smiles against his crack, then as he shifts his body to lay between the prince's legs, he dares to dip his tongue in, making a long, slow swipe upward from the base of Julian's cock, up his perineum, over the puckered muscle of his anus, and out at the top of the crack again. "You're far too delicious to hurry over," Thorne adds as he dips down to repeat the tasting.
Julian clutches at the bedcovers, the moist tongue against his skin spiraling him toward ecstasy. He is speechless.
The hands of the Tremere caress even as his tongue kisses and licks. Thorne finishes his tasting and replaces his tongue with fingers, just to touch, soothe at first, then wetting his thumb to press it, rub it lightly against Julian's anus. "There, my prince..." Thorne's voice is low, smooth.
"Yes ... there," Julian says in a whisper. His body shudders involuntarily against the pressure, adjusting to the new sensation of just enjoying another's touch. The prince isn't used to just relaxing and savoring the talents of others.
As the muscles of the other untense gradually, Thorne feels it's time to get serious. He grins privately at the prize before him, then bites into a finger to release a little blood to use as lubricant. When next he touches his lover, his finger presses gently, then slides inward easily.
Julian spreads his legs slightly to the welcomed invasion, moaning softly and raising his head back at the brief moment of pain. He nearly bites his tongue to keep from telling Thorne what to do. [He knows what he's doing, Luna ... and he's doing it damned well,] the prince thinks to himself.
Thorne pets Julian's lower back and ass more while he works the finger in, continuing to soothe him, aware that the prince isn't likely on the receiving end very often. When he's ready, another finger joins the other, carefully, lots of lube and slow movements.
Julian eases into the mood, letting his body relax around Thorne's fingers. "Yes," he murmurs. The tightness in his groin radiates into an intense warmth throughout his body.
"Nearly there... easy... relax for me..." Thorne works a third finger in carefully, his voice caressing and his lips placing more kisses across Julian's lower back and ass.
[Relax. Yes, relax. No problem, Thorne.] The Ventrue gives into his desires and stretches himself out, his lower back arching to embrace the kisses.
[Good... you're ready,] Thorne's soft thought whispers into Julian's mind, and he withdraws gently in order to turn the Ventrue over. Rising up to lean over him again, Thorne descends for a quick capture of the prince's mouth before lifting Julian's legs and getting into position.
Julian wants to wrap his arms around the Tremere and hold him for a moment, let his lips linger, but that would delay the intense pleasure he knows is coming. So he contents himself with a touch of flesh, a brush of fingers through the long blond hair ... and a sweet sigh.
With the touch to his hair, Thorne glances down into the prince's face, giving him a smile even as he strokes the backs of his lover's thighs, keeping him relaxed. Then, still watching him carefully, Thorne applies more blood as lube and then eases the head of his cock just inside Julian's opened sphincter.
Julian closes his eyes for an instant, his mind drifting through time and space. When he opens them again, he's peering into the most angelic violet eyes. He crosses his arms over his head and pushes gently against Thorne.
[That's it... oh, Julian...] Smoothly Thorne presses in, holding his breath as he moves through Julian's tight channel. [You feel so incredible...]
[So gentle ... feels so good ... different from what I've had before.] Julian is thoroughly enjoying this, the feel of a strong cock pushing inside him.
Thorne leans over Julian's body as he finishes pushing within, balancing on one hand, the other reaching to touch the Ventrue's lips, cheek. Then, holding Julian's eyes with his, Thorne begins to move within him. Thorne leans over Julian's body as he finishes pushing within, balancing on one hand, the other reaching to touch the Ventrue's lips, cheek. Then, holding Julian's eyes with his, Thorne begins to move within him.
"Take it, Thorne. Take me." Julian's voice is soft, not a whisper but not much more than that, low and guttural. He presses his face into the cold hand caressing his flesh, looking deep into those piercing eyes.
The Tremere lets out a low, throaty moan, tossing his mane back as he fucks with long, smooth thrusts through Julian's tight passage. The feel, the scent of the prince is intoxicating, and Thorne wants all of him, inside and out.
"So good ... so unlike the others," the Ventrue exhales. Archon's every touch was near-rape and Cash is, well, so acquiescing. Thorne has a gentleness that belies the power behind his masque. And the prince likes that.
The Tremere isn't sure who all "others" refers to - Cash, Morgaine? - But it sounded like a compliment. "For you, Julian," he gasps, meeting the prince's eyes, looking deep, his thrusting continuing.
"That's good," the Ventrue mutters, biting his lower lip in response to the intense pleasure filling him. His hands braced against the bedcovers, Julian pushes his ass back toward Thorne, picking up the rhythm of his thrusts.
All too soon Ventrue and Tremere, rocking and thrusting together in sync, are rushing toward their completion. Thorne, hungry for more of the prince's blood, bites into the lower part of Julian's left thigh near him, moaning as the delicious elixir hits the back of his throat.
Julian arches up as the Tremere's fangs sink into his flesh, his hands reaching forward to tangle themselves in that mass of blond hair, pushing his lover deeper into his body. "Yes, Thorne," he cries out. "Want you ... to taste you."
Thorne pulls his fangs out with a cry, and lunges forward onto Julian's torso as he begins to come, turning his head to the side for the prince. "Taste, drink!" he gasps as he orgasms.
Julian's fingers are still twined in the blond mane as he pulls Thorne's head closer to his lips. He kisses the flesh above the artery quickly, then bites, sucking deeply as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm.
When the Ventrue bites into his throat, Thorne cries out again in rapture, as a temporary link between them opens, enough for him to feel Julian's rush toward climax, which refuels his own.
As the Tremere's blood swirls around his tongue and down his throat, the warmth of Julian's orgasm spreads through his body, the dual ecstasy hitting him like an imploding nova.
Thorne comes a second time as Julian does, convulsing against the other's body. He clutches him to himself, one hand threaded into the dark hair, the other at his neck, holding him to his.
[Don't want to let go. Stay like this forever.] Julian's thoughts are filled only with the crimson of Thorne's blood as he sucks almost greedily at the other's throat. Control slowly filters in through the passion as his body's climax rides out a final wave and he pulls his fangs out of the succulent flesh.
[I know, bliss in your blood, in mine,] Thorne's words filter back to the prince in their already fading link as they start to come down. Thorne relaxes completely against his lover's body, slipping out, but slipping his arms around to hold him close. [Julian...!]
"Yes, I know," Julian says quietly, his head going to rest against his lover's chest. He slides his arms down the other's body, tightening the embrace. "So good," he murmurs against the cold flesh.
Thorne shifts so they are on their sides, wrapped in each other's arms cozily. "Very good, my prince," he murmurs, kissing Julian's forehead, caressing him casually.
The End
