The Beast and the Tame

        Ok, I've finally begun to crack some stories out of my nervous little 
friend. Bare with me... she only gave me this one, her first out of many. If 
she gets some feedback, then perhaps she will let me post the rest of her 
fanfic. (Including the 400 page novel!) This was written about the time the 
show ended so be lenient. She doesn't want her name posted on the web and 
until now hasn't even let me post her stories anonymously. I may come up 
with a screne name for her in the future....


The Beast and The Tame.

By: (the mysterious person)

Disclaimer: You know the drill. No, I don’t own the characters.

WARNING: This is Slash!

        Daedalus watched Julian with growing concern. He seemed alone. As the rest 
of the conclave filed out of the room, the Primogen stayed by himself. He 
knew that look. He had seen it often enough in the mirror. But why would the 
Prince have it? He could have anyone he wanted.
        He sighed, frustrated, and left for the comfort of his art. Daedalus 
uncovered his latest painting and swirled the brush in the tan colored 
paint. At the bristles moved over the canvas, the painting looked more and 
more like his one time love, Elaine.
        The sound of soft footfalls disturbed him. Glancing up, Daedalus blinked.
        “Julian?” he asked. “What is bothering you?”
        Julian smiled slightly. “You always know when something is wrong?”
        “When it concerns those around me, yes.”
        Shaking his head wearily, the Ventrue sank into the nearest chair.
        “My friend, I find that I have less and less trust in the people around me. 
It feels as if my old self is slipping away.”
        Upon hearing those words, Daedalus took one long look into Julian’ tired 
eyes and knew the answers to his questions. Julian hated the lies he was 
living. With humans, he couldn’t show his true nature. And with Lillie, he 
couldn’t tell her anything for fear of its use against him. The Prince, 
having such a dangerous past, needed someone Kindred who he could love and 
not fear betrayal. The old Kindred knew all too well, and he felt a pang of 
sorrow pierce his heart. That feeling awakened something else. Desire.
        Julian reached back and started kneading his shoulder. Daedalus moved over 
to him, pushed the hand out of his way, and began to massage.
        “You will always be able to put our trust in me, Julian.” he assured.
        The Prince’s muscles relaxed visibly. He was frightened. Daedalus knew his 
fears better than anyone else including Archon, but what would Julian think about his version of comfort? 
He felt the shoulders shake, and he moved around in front of Julian. A tear 
formed and dripped down the Ventrue’s face. Daedalus, already kneeling, 
placed a hand on Julian's thigh as he gazed up worriedly.
        The Prince looked down at the sudden sensation. It was not the touch of an 
old friend, but rather one of love. He was shocked back into reality. An 
uncomfortable silence followed. Daedalus felt ashamed. In an instant, the 
intruding hand was gone.
        Julian sighed. “I thank you for the offer. I think I can use all the 
support I can get.” he said avoiding mentioning the sensation of his friend's hand.
        With that, they stood simontaniously. Daedalus was painfully aware that the 
younger Kindred was avoiding his gaze. It hurt him badly. Julian glanced at 
him quickly and left. The Nosferatu shook his head with despair. The Ventrue 
he had helped raise, the man he had watched over, his unconditional friend 
had been frightened off by him.
        “What have I done?” he whispered as tears rolled freely down his cheeks.
        The days stretched into weeks. An eternity seemed to fit into a month in 
which Julian never visited... A hell that the old Kindred not once dreamed 
of experiencing.

        Cameron pounded his fists on Juliann's desk in rage.
        “you have crossed the line, Ventrue! How long will you allow the Gangrel 
whelp trample over me in the Conclave?”
        Julian looked up at the annoying Brujah, rage barely contained.
        “How long Prince?” Cameron spat the title as an insult.
        “Enough!” Julian shouted, standing up and knocking over the chair in one 
fluid movement. “I have heard all I can stand out of you!”
        “I say one thing to defend myself...”
        “You threatened his life!”
        “Oh... then all we need is Daedalus to threaten someone and we’ll all be 
even!” Cameron retorted snidely. “And what of you, you murdering bastard? 
You sure as hell would be happy to kill me!”
        The upstart Primogen had gone too far. For months now, Julian had been 
listening to the same things. The red mists of Frenzy descended on him. He 
vaulted over the desk with a snarl and flung the Brujah against the door. 
The wood splintered as they swung open crazily with the impact. In a flash, 
Julian was on top of him. The elder Kindred’s hands almost unstoppable in 
their quest for his throat.
        “Julian No!” yelled Cash from down the hall.
        The Prince looked up, vaguely recognizing his name. There was no reason in 
his eyes, only hate and rage. the Beast.
        Cash and a few other of the Gangrel guards pulled the Frenzied Ventrue off 
the Primogen. He snarled and lashed out at his new foe.
        “Cameron!” *grunt* “Go get Daedalus!”
        The Brujah struggled to his feet and ran off out the door. *Let them handle 
the son of a bitch themselves!* he thought as he hopped into his car and 
sped away.
        Cash heard the engine and grimaced as Julian’s claws tore into his shoulder.
        “Ok, we have to get him there ourselves...” he told the others through 
clenched teeth.
        After a good ten minutes of pushing, pulling, and avoiding deadly claws and 
fangs, the group finally made it to the gatehouse. Cash wrenched open the 
door and with a group efforts, they threw him down the stairs.
        “Daedalus!” Cash called. “Julian...”
        He had no time to finish as the Prince got up and ran towards the entrance. 
The Gangrel slammed it shut and braced himself for the impact that never 
came.

        Daedalus heard the growls and shouts nearing his haven. He gathered up all 
of his potions and waited silently. With a thud, Julian landed on the stairs 
and rolled the rest the way down. Almost instantly, the enraged Kindred 
forgot the pain and raced up the stairs.
        Before he could break the door down, Daedalus pulled him back. Once again, 
Julian tumbled down the stairs. But this time, there was the added sound of 
snapping ribs. He wouldn’t be getting up for a minute at least.
        “Cash,” Daedalus said loudly. “Leave him here for the day. I will take care 
of him.”
        There was a grumbled affirmation from the Gangrel and the sounds of the 
group’s departure faded. Daedalus didn't waste time as he frantically blocked all the exits.
        After a few minutes, as predicted, Julian got up with a growl and headed for the door 
again only to find his way blocked by a large chest standing on end with a 
large beam in front of it.
        he snarled and turned to be confronted by Daedalus. The younger Kindred 
lashed out with his claws, but the Nosferatu was too fast. In an instant, he 
was in a headlock with the contents of a vile being poured down his throat.
        The Beast screamed with rage as the haze lifted leaving Julian once more 
the master of his body. But Daedalus had no illusions. The Beast was still 
right below the surface. The Prince collapsed.

        Julian awoke to the sensations invoked by the absentminded caresses of his 
old friend. Though once Daedalus realized he was awake, the hands were 
removed.
        “Don’t...” he muttered.
        Daedalus looked at him strangely and spoke. “What?”
        “Don’t stop.” he replied insistently. “It feels good.”
        The elder hesitated, but he slowly began to move his hands over the others 
body. He felt the curves and bumps of Julian’s muscles. He paused as his 
fingers encountered buttons.
        “May I?” he said in askance.
        At a nod, Daedalus slowly stripped the shirt off of him revealing slightly 
tan skin. It was smooth and silky with the smell of Ventrue blood 
tantalizingly underneath. Of all the times Daedalus had healed his wounds, 
he had not once tasted the blood before him. He took a leap of faith as he 
bent down and kissed the nape of Julian’s neck.
        “Do you want this?” Julian asked softly.
        Daedalus considered, shocked at the question. “Have you..?”
        “No, but Archon...” his voice trailed off. “Do you want it?” he repeated.
        The elder shuddered involuntarily with pleasure. “Yes.” he confirmed 
hoarsely.
        “Then have it, Daedalus.”
        “Are you sure?”
        “I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t.”
        The Nosferatu thought about the logic. No, Julian wouldn't have said 
anything if he wasn’t intending to accept. Then he growled and slowly 
removed the rest of the fabric from their bodies. He moved around to in 
front of Julian and pressed him back onto the floor.
        Julian’s senses tingled as those same hands that had soothed him traveled 
all over his body and spread his legs. The expert touches told him that 
Daedalus had done this before. His lips were an intoxicating addition. He 
was aware of the sudden burning passion coursing through his veins. A kiss 
and then he was sheathed in a cool wetness. his powerful muscles arched as 
he attempted to drive himself further into that sanctuary.
        Daedalus would have jumped for joy had he not been enjoying himself so 
much. It was enough that Julian accepted it, but ot actually enjoy it had 
been a distant fantasy until now. but pleasure could only last so long 
without completion. As the body underneath him tensed, he swallowed the 
precious fluid that filled his mouth.
        But with the waves of fulfillment, the Beast  rose again out of the 
darkness. Julian’s claws and fangs extended and the mists once more obscured 
his vision. He flipped himself over onto his hands and knees and attempted 
to stand. The remainder of his seed dripped onto the floor.
        The elder was prepared. Reaching forward, he wrapped his long arms around 
the still healing ribs and applied crippling pressure. Julian began to shake 
and his arms buckled from the weakness caused by the pain. He sank to his 
elbows.
        “You won’t take him from me!” Daedalus hissed. “Especially not now!”
        With determination, Daedalus put most all of his weight onto the wild 
Ventrue. The Frenzied Kindred’s knees slip apart to accommodate, allowing 
the Nosferatu’s plan to take effect.
        Daedalus knew this was his chance. The Beast was the animal side of 
Kindred. It understood animals. He would claim him as an animal would.
        With one brutal thrust, he entered Julian completely. The Beast roared. The 
man moaned. Daedalus continued, feeling vividly every clinch of his Prince’s 
muscles. His passion raged from being dormant so long in his eight hundred 
year life as it pounded inside of him, aching for release. His arms moved 
from the chest to the stomach trapped below him.
        The entire body of the Ventrue convulsed. The pressure had eased from his 
chest only to grip his stomach and his sex. The invading hand brought him to 
the edge of his limits again. He growled softly and pushed back, welcoming 
his lover deeper into him. The Beast’s protests grew fainter.
        With a roar, Daedalus came violently inside the tensing muscle proceeded 
swiftly by Julian. The Ventrue’s battered body collapsed completely, letting 
Daedalus fall on top of him.
        “Mine!” the elder whispered fiercely.
        His own fangs sank into the inviting flesh and drew the even more enticing 
blood out into his mouth. The thick substance was deceptively sweet with a 
spicy aftertaste. the Beast subsided back into the darkest corners of 
Julian’s mind as once more the now stated Ventrue slept.
        Daedalus pulled away and picked him up carefully. Moving silently, he 
deposited the still form on his bed and then laid down beside him. The 
realization came to him as he joined Julian. He had actually done it. Julian 
reeked of him.

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