Time: Sunday morning, Oct. 27
The face in the mirror looks like his, but Frank Kouhanek has this funny feeling that in some ways he's already changing. [Two days, have to get through two days here,] he thought morosely.
He slept fitfully last night after Cash brought him to Camera della Luna after a quick stop at his apartment for some clothes. It was only seven AM now, but he'd been up and dressed a full hour already. Wondering what the hell to do with himself, when he would see Cash again, when he would see... Julian. Shivering suddenly with excitement, Frank remembers kissing Cash last night and what a rush THAT was... He thinks he might get used to Kindred sexuality, oh, yes...
Julian Luna had only cat-napped a few hours. Cash's skillful ministrations had worked the kinks out of his body, but his senses were on edge. It has been a particularly busy week, if busy could aptly describe the comings and goings of the Kindred prince as he dealt with new clans, new mortals and new enemies.
So he slipped quietly from the embracing arms of his Gangrel lover in the pre-dawn hours and left the mansion to attend early morning Mass. The solace and silence of the cathedral, the trappings of his mortal religion, brought him a serenity, a peace of mind, a focused purpose. On coming back, he noticed the lights on in Cash's old rooms, where they had put Frank to protect him. [It's time.]
The prince knocks lightly on the outside door to Frank's haven. "Stone, it's Julian. Open up."
The door to the anteroom opens a crack. "My lord," the Gangrel second greets the Venture, absent-mindedly pushing back his long blond hair. "Good Morning."
Frank's head turns sharply, hearing the call, then the response from his Gangrel guardian. His heartrate climbs. [Julian!]
"Morning, John. I trust the night went smoothly. Our guest still asleep?" Julian steps into the sitting room, nodding toward the closed bedroom door.
[Oh, geez, SLEEP, right, like I could sleep after last night, thinking about tomorrow night?] Frank thinks to himself, running a hand nervously through his hair. He doesn't know if he should open the door or wait for a knock.
"No, my lord, he's been stirring for over an hour. Nervous, I would guess." Stone grins, remembering the day before his own Embrace. Unlike Cash, he had come to this life willingly, seduced by Smokey.
The prince walks to the other door, looking backward to acknowledge the Gangrel's comments. "I'll check on him. Why don't you go on to bed? I can keep watch till Cash wakes up." He pushes the bedroom door open, walking in unannounced and uninvited. He smiles at seeing the fully dressed, slightly nervous Kouhanek. [So beautiful. Even first thing in the morning. That's disgusting.] The last thought is punctuated with a mental smirk.
"Julian," Frank breathes, swallowing convulsively. He glances nervously back through the door at the Gangrel beyond, soon to be a brother, but NOT YET! He gulps then looks back at his patron. "Ah, good morning, Julian..." [Breathe, Frank, breathe...]
Julian chuckles, shutting the door behind him. "Relax, Frank. I just stopped in to see how you're doing." [Slowly, Julian. Calm the boy.]
The closing of the door to his *bedroom!* is somehow less reassuring than the presence of the tall Gangrel in the next room. "Ah, I'm doing probably as well as can be expected, I imagine." He manages a wry grin.
Julian moves to beside Frank, brushing the mortal's arm. "A few more hours and you'll be Kindred. Hard to believe we've come so far in so short a time."
Frank feels a slight shiver from the casual touch from the prince. [Easy, Frank,] he tells himself, willing himself to calmness. "Yeah, things have changed, eh? I do admit although I'm nervous about the actual Embrace, I do feel sure about this. I guess the time I've been able to spend with Cash has sealed it." [And how much does Julian know about that?] he wonders, watching the other.
Julian trails a hand along Frank's arm as he moves around behind him. "You feel sure about us? I suspected you might like the idea if you had the right introduction." When he's directly behind the mortal, Julian moves his hands to rest at Frank's waist. "I'm glad, Frank ... that Cash helped smooth your way." He leans in and gently kisses his neck, just above the shirt collar.
The touch of Julian's hands, the light kiss to his neck cause an unexpected twinge of desire through the mortal. He gasps softly yet unconsciously edges back into the hands. "Getting... smoother... all the time, it seems," Frank murmurs, wondering at Julian's intimacy.
Ventrue fingers twist along the fabric of Frank's shirt, coaxing it in nearly imperceptible inchings from its denim prison. "I want this to be a pleasurable time for you, Frank ... from beginning to end." [I want to taste you ... to feel you ... to know what Alexandra found in you.] He trails light kisses along Frank's neck to his ear. "You *can* tell me to stop."
With a sudden sharp gasp, Frank gets a flash of insight, then kicks himself mentally for not seeing it sooner! All the talking around that Cash did about Julian and... waiting. [Damn, Julian WANTS me! Oh, shit... Frank, where HAS your brain been, man!] His mind races around, trying to process the realization without giving the wrong signal to the other. "Tell you to stop?" His voice sounds weak. "Ahh..." He swallows, then tilts his head a bit. "No, Julian... I don't think I'm going to be telling you to stop... unless your intent is to make me Ventrue instead of Gangrel."
"That's the last thing I want to do," Julian quickly replies. "I'm liking the idea of you as a Gangrel." He pulls the shirt's sides from the jeans and lets his fingers slide across Frank's skin. [Gangrel bookends.] Fortunately, the wicked smirk goes unseen. "But once you're Embraced, you won't be the same Frank Kouhanek ... I want to taste and feel the mortal Kouhanek ... if you don't mind." His hands slide under the shirt to wrap around Frank's body.
"You do?" Frank feels the return of the surreal feeling he had last night when he was kissing Cash. Only the hands are very, very real, and communicate themselves very clearly. [Can I do this? Do I want this?] he thinks, then lets a small groan escape. [This is *JULIAN*, oh, God, yes, I do...] The lingering influence of Alexandra draws him to desire her sire. "I... don't mind..." he whispers, leaning into the hands.
Julian pulls Frank to his body, the warmth of the mortal cutting through to his soul. He kisses Frank's head. [Slow, Julian. Remember, he's just coming into this.] Slowly, he moves his hands down across Frank's abdomen and into the edge of the jeans, freeing the shirt completely. "Only as much as you want, Frank."
"I don't know that I've ever been seduced before... quite like this," Frank murmurs. He lays his hands lightly over those in front of him. "I know... how you are, how Cash is... I understand all that... although I've never..." He sighs, not knowing how to say this. "I want... this... Julian." [NOW you've done it - yeah, and it's about time...]
[Seduce him. Don't scare him.] Julian's mind processes the thoughts, turning them to reality. "Then let me do it right," Julian murmurs. He turns a hand over to clasp one of Frank's and pulls the intertwined fingers to his lips as he gently spins Frank to face him. His other hand lands on Frank's lower back, supporting him.
Frank looks into Julian's eyes, the corner of his mouth slowly quirking up. "You're the prince," he murmurs, still caught in his blend of desire and surreal strangeness. His free hand lays lightly on Julian's upper arm.
"Judge, jury and executioner was the way I once described it to you," Julian muses with a lighthearted tone. "But you know it's much more complicated than that. I'm master of all that is in my domain ... you ... Cash ..." He lets his lips lightly brush against Frank's hand before dropping it. He strokes Frank's jawline, letting his fingers edge their way down Frank's throat.
As his hand is released, settling on the Ventrue's chest, Frank sighs at the touch to his throat, lifting his chin. "Ah, I'm part of your domain? What does that mean... for me?"
Julian glances down with satisfaction at the mortal's hand resting on his chest. [Cash did smooth the way.] "It means I control whether you live or die." Before the cop can even shudder at the concept, the prince adds, "And I imagine I'll want you alive for a long time." He seals the thought with a brief kiss, a mere brushing of lips against lips. "It also means I can claim you for myself. Like now."
"Claim me..." Frank echoes him, his voice a bit breathy. The brush of *Julian's* lips against his sends a bolt of desire through him. "I'm, ah, glad you want me alive... I just hope that when it's all done I'll want me alive, too..." He tries to smile, but it doesn't work yet. "So you're going to claim me... now?" Frank gulps. [Oh, Cash, you really could have warned me a LITTLE about this!] he thinks.
"Why wouldn't you want to be alive, Frank?" Julian pauses. "I'm not going to hurt you ... and I'm not going to do anything against your will." [I learned the hard way that doesn't work.] Moving his hands to Frank's shirt, he slowly unbuttons it. "I'm going to claim you ... as mine through Cash ... to taste you ... "
He punctuates each thought with a kiss to Frank's chest as he spreads the shirt apart. The prince's movements are slow and soothing. Occasionally, he looks up to meet Frank's gaze, reassuring him.
The mortal watches, fascinated and feeling weird all at once. "I know I'll need time to adjust, but I'm aware I'll be in a bad way for a while until I do. Can't say I look forward to that... but I trust Cash." Frank sighs, fingertips to one of Julian's buttons, but he doesn't know if he has an invitation to proceed. "And... I trust you." [I want to, I have to...]
"You'll adjust quickly, I think. You have an edge in that you've already tasted Kindred blood, so your body knows what to expect." Julian takes note of Frank's hands. "Go ahead, Frank. Follow through on your desires." The passions of the night before have been tempered, tamed. The Ventrue is content to take this at a reasonable pace.
"I..." Frank is trembling slightly, feeling awkward. "This is silly, I know, but I feel like this is my first time, Julian," he complains. But he unbuttons a couple buttons on Julian's shirt anyway, then slips a couple fingers inside.
Finishing the last of the buttons, Julian spreads open the shirt and leans in to kiss the flesh over Frank's heart. "It is your first time, Frank ... technically," he says with a slight tease. "But I don't think that'd stop you. You're one to rush in where angels fear to tread." There is nothing malicious or negative in the tone; it's an observation Julian makes after months of dealing one-on-one with the cop. "You're doing well, by the way."
Frank caresses the cool skin of the Ventrue's collarbone, then opens more buttons with his other hand, making a wider circle of a caress. "Yeah? Maybe I have the right... inspiration..."
"Hmmm ... that's nice, Frank." Julian straightens up, letting his companion's touches caress him. He meets Frank's eyes. "Then, by all means, act on the inspiration."
"Not... that I wouldn't prefer you to, ah, take the lead," Frank says quickly, flushing. "God, I hardly know how to talk about this... really, Julian, tell me what to do here or just *lead* me..." He pulls a wry look, for all the while he is still working on buttons. "Do you have the feeling as much as I do that I don't know what I'm saying? Or *doing*?"
Silently, but with a deep smile, Julian reaches up and deftly undoes his tie and drops it to the floor. He then covers Frank's hands with his own, guiding his fingers along making quick work of the buttons. "Try this for starters," he says softly. He moves Frank's hands to push the shirt off his shoulders.
Frank gladly lets Julian guide him, but as he draws Julian's shirt off him, revealing the muscled chest, he feels a bit dizzy. This is JULIAN, the Kindred who'd sired Alexandra, the prince who'd accepted him, welcomed him into his house with affection, protected him... Frank doesn't know what to say to him, even, save only his name. "Oh, Julian..." he sighs.
"Frank, it's not a lot different than being with a woman," Julian calms him, smiling. "Well, part of it is, but ... you were with Alexandra, so you know what a Kindred can give, take." He slowly pushes Frank's shirt off him and pulls his body in tight, the mortal's warm chest meeting Kindred's icy flesh.
The feel of Julian's cool, muscled chest against Frank's rather more hot, more finely muscled one causes Frank to gasp. He clasps Julian to himself as well, holding him by the back of his shoulders, his brain slowly short-circuiting.
For the first time, Julian kisses Frank, a lingering kiss. He doesn't push, but teases with slightly parted lips. Julian's mind focuses on one overriding thought. [I was raped. I'm not going to subject him to that.]
Now this is slightly more familiar territory, though Frank discovers to his amazement that kissing Julian is different from kissing Cash... well, besides the goatee of his sire-to-be... whatever! Frank responds equally in the kiss, parting his lips as well. [Thanks, Cash, I do owe you after all...]
Julian takes the positive response and runs with it, letting his tongue sneak through to explore uncharted territory. His hands go also to unfamiliar ground, moving deliberately down Frank's back to caress his ass. [I want you ...have since ... you shot me.] The irony isn't lost on the Ventrue, who laughs silently in his mind.
Frank gasps in Julian's mouth with the touch of a hand to his ass, then suddenly a rush of feeling washes through him. The mortal reacts fervently by deepening the kiss, twining his tongue around the other's, one hand pressing him close, the other edging up into his hair to hold his head.
The hand to the hair elicits a small moan from the Ventrue, a hot spot touched. [Oh, yeah.] Matching passion ounce for ounce, Julian makes himself conscious of the pace Frank is setting. The prince's hands knead the mortal's ass, working firm flesh through the soft denim.
The passionate kiss, the hands on his ass all lead to one thing - Frank Kouhanek's hard-on. Furthermore, he gasps again in the kiss as he feels the Kindred's own firmness against his front as well. [Oh, MAN!]
Julian senses the growing arousal all too keenly, his cock becoming increasingly and uncomfortably confined. He breaks off the kiss, a little reluctantly but necessarily if he is to speak. "Frank, this is wonderful ... so right," he says breathlessly, "but we'd be a lot more comfortable on the bed."
Frank is panting a little, his hands caressing Julian's back more already. "Yes, so right... what? Bed? Oh..." He finds himself grinning abruptly, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Lead on, Julian... it's what you do best!"
Julian laughs at the mischievous remark. "You sound like Cash already." He takes Frank's hand and walks to beside the bed, gently leading the mortal. "You're going to be just fine ... perfect, in fact."
Frank goes with Julian, glad to be led for once, and very glad for the reference to Cash. He's surprised himself at how quickly a bond between him and his future sire has started up, a true brotherhood that comforts Frank more than he can understand. "Perfect, hell, I don't know about that, but I'm here and I'm... willing. Scared to shit, but willing." He smiles, mostly at himself.
"Scared we can overcome. But you have to be willing. I would never force you, Frank. I couldn't." Julian raises a hand, running it in a slow caress over Frank's face. "Beautiful ... I can see why she fell in love with you," he whispers. Not lingering, he places both hands on Frank's shoulders, running them over the skin, the finely honed muscle.
"Wonderful body. Strong. Taut." The Ventrue's fingers trail down across the pectorals, tracing the muscular ripples, teasingly circling the nipples.
The mortal arches his back, tensing as his chest is touched so intimately, anticipating more. Frank's hands settle on Julian's waist. "I'm not wonderful," Frank frowns a little, then sighs, looking at Julian. "But you, man..." He shakes his head, so impressed he doesn't know what to say. "Ah... wow."
"Not bad for a 150-year-old," Julian quips. "I hope you at least like your body, Frank, cause it's the one you're going to have for a looong time. Forever the age you are now." Satisfied at the reaction he's eliciting, Julian rubs his thumbs over the warm nubs.
Frank gasps as his nipples are caressed. "Ah... huh... oh, man, if you like my body, what can I possibly complain about?"
"And I do like your body. From the first minute I saw you," the prince begins. He leans down to Frank's chest, soaking up the sound of his heart beating, just a little rapidly. [I'm doing that. What power I have.] He presses his open mouth to Frank's right nipple and flicks his tongue across it briefly before clamping down and sucking.
"Oh, God..." Frank groans, giving in to the other's attention, letting the Kindred play his body. In a sense, this is a replaying of some of Alexandra's "attentions", and Frank is finding he's caring less and less about the gender thing as each moment passes, giving himself over to sensation.
Julian works at the nipple until it is hard in his mouth, then soothes it with a brush of his tongue. Releasing it, he slides his mouth across Frank's chest to the left nipple, repeating the actions. His sharp canines tease along its edge, careful not to draw blood ... not yet. Julian quietly, but firmly, moves his hands down Frank's abdomen to the waistband of the jeans. He undoes them slowly, never taking his attention from Frank's nipple.
Frank's hands have moved to Julian's back, caressing, encouraging him. When the Ventrue starts to open his jeans, he lets out a little whimper, then a pleased noise that sounds rather more like a wolf's soft growl.
He releases mortal flesh and looks up at the growl, smiling at the positive reinforcement for his actions. Julian's hands grasp the fabric and work Frank's jeans down his hips. He drops to one knee to push the denim down the mortal's legs and off over the shoeless feet, gently nudging Frank back onto the bed as he does.
The mortal sits suddenly, releasing him, his heartrate spiking to be naked before the Prince at last. Feeling awkward and shy for the moment, he folds his hands in his lap. [Steady, Kouhanek,] he talks to himself, trying to calm down again. [You can trust Julian... hell, you don't have a choice but to...]
"Frank, don't be shy," Julian says, reaching down to pull Frank's hands from his lap. "You want this ... don't you?" [Please say yes.]
"Yes... kiss me again, Julian?" Frank's voice is a bit breathy. "The kissing helps, believe me." He chuckles ironically. "Julian, I'm a virgin at this, for God's sake. I'll be fine, just stay with me." He leans forward, nearing. "Need you close."
"I can shower you with kisses, Frank. That's no problem." [And a hell of lot like a certain Gangrel I know.] Julian flashes on his first time with Cash, and how his lover demanded kiss after kiss. "Trust me. I only want to give you pleasure ... no pain." [We'll have to work our way up to that.] The wicked thought pulses through the Ventrue's brain and is quickly met by a wall of reason.
"Pleasure is just what I need..." Frank sighs, bending down, his hand raised to Julian's cheek. "And I do trust you..."
The prince leans briefly into Frank's hand, making the touch a gentle caress. Then he turns his face so Frank's fingers brush his lips. Raising his hand to meet Frank's, he holds it steady while he kisses and sucks lightly on the tip of each finger. "Frank," Julian purrs between sucking kisses, "there are kisses and there are *kisses.* Lay back and let me show you the difference."
Frank lays back, feeling more and more comfortable with this intimacy with his patron. [But I want your mouth on mine,] he thinks, although he isn't about to complain. "Oh, that's so nice," he sighs.
"Good," Julian says, letting go of Frank's hand and standing up. He toes out of his loafers and quickly sheds his remaining clothes, standing naked beside the bed. "It'll get nicer, Frank ... believe me."
Given the glorious sight of the beautifully nude Julian Luna, Frank stares, awed. "Ah, 'nice' doesn't work here, more like... 'magnificent.' Shit, Julian, I don't know what to say..." [Again.]
Silently smiling, Julian crawls onto the end of the bed, laying crosswise beside Frank. "You know, Kouhanek, you talk too much sometimes." Julian's smile is broad, a Cheshire cat grin. He claims the mortal's mouth with a kiss, stopping any protests he might make.
The warm, seductive smile eases Frank's nervousness, and he eagerly gathers Julian in, arms circling his shoulders, returning the kiss gladly.
Julian works the kiss, nuzzling his whole face into Frank's. He stretches his left arm down Frank's body, moving to caress the hip and pull him closer, their bodies touching the full length, cocks pressing together. [Mmmm, very nice.] The fire inside him is spreading, seeking release, feeding on the desire in each movement of Frank's body.
Feeling Julian along the entire length of his body, Frank moans into his mouth, desire flooding him especially with the cool, hard length of Julian's cock against his. [Whoooooooo!]
Julian shifts his body so he's on top of Frank, bracing his weight against his forearms to either side of Frank. Their bodies still touch, warm mortal flesh to icy Kindred. He breaks the kiss to slide his tongue across Frank's throat. "Frank, I want to taste you. Just a little ... now," he whispers, letting a fang drop across the flesh, not breaking the skin.
"Taste..." Frank, panting already, flashes on receiving the Kindred "Kiss" from Cash. "Oh, God, Julian, yes, please! Please taste me..." Frank angles his head back, giving Julian better access. The weight on him, the feel of Julian's body against him, the anticipation of the Kiss... Frank is ready for anything!
Julian sinks his fangs into the vein running along Frank's neck, sucking firmly for just a minute. He wants just a taste, nothing more. Well, that's not being honest with himself, but to take more would be betraying a deeper trust. [Deep, untouched forest. Earthy. And at its edge ... roses and an echo of himself.]
The bite causes Frank to cry out softly, more in joy than anything else. He feels like his head is carefully exploding into light, followed by the rush of ecstatic pleasure. [GOD!] His eyes roll back as he yields completely to the "Kiss", lost to anything but Julian, happily lost.
Julian savors Frank's blood, letting it wash around his tongue. It burns with passion and desires ignited by Alexandra, but left untapped, undirected, like leaves floating free on a coursing river. He softly closes the wound with a slow lick and seals it with a kiss. "You taste like warm brandy," he whispers against the flesh. "So much awakened in you, just beneath the surface."
"Cash said that, too," Frank gasps, panting. "Shit, that's so good, oh, man, Julian..." He breathes hard, mind still spinning from Julian's bite.
"Your blood has an earthiness that pervades it. Any Kindred who tastes it would pick up on that." Julian smiles, every so gently. "At its edge, *I* can taste Alexandra and that part of me she held onto. I doubt Cash found that." He kisses the wound again. "You'll understand more after your Embrace, when you start savoring it for yourself."
"Oh, God," Frank moans again, pressing his neck against the Kindred's mouth. "I want it, Julian, I want that... fuck, I want it and I want you..."
"You'll never taste like this again, not exactly. When you're Gangrel, you'll taste more like Cash." Julian is talking to himself as much as to Frank, for a fleeting moment melancholic on the thought of losing this link to his former lover, his childe. "I want you, Frank ... like this ... still mortal ..."
"You have me, Julian," Frank breathes passionately, his body on fire for the other. "If you need this more, need me to stay mortal, I'll do it... whatever you want. I'll be your brandy..."
[If only I could.] "No, I need you to be Kindred ... to protect you. I vowed to Alexandra that I'd keep you safe, and the only way I can continue doing that is for Cash to make you Gangrel." Julian's mind snaps back to its original focus and he slides down Frank's body, dropping kisses along the chest as he goes. "But this doesn't have to stop ... I'll taste you again ... and again, if you like." He looks up with a wicked grin. "And one day, I promise, I'll let you taste me."
Frank can only groan at this, hitting his head back against the mattress. "Oh, man, tasting YOU... Julian, you fucking TEASE... okay!" He throws his arms wide, surrendering happily. "Then I can't wait to be Gangrel, to be Cash's, to be what you need me to be." He sighs, "but today, taste me as you need to, as a mortal..." [I surrender...]
Julian continues kissing the warm flesh, teasing his tongue along the well-developed abdominal muscles. His tongue traces a line of wetness toward Frank's groin, stopping as he reaches the cock. The prince sits back on his heels between Frank's legs, nudging them slightly farther apart.
Taking a deep breath, Frank folds his arms beneath his head, allowing Julian to part his legs. "And, ah, don't forget to talk to me, too, man," Frank reminds Julian, a trace of the nervousness back. He meets his eyes, takes another deep breath, and draws his legs wider apart for him.
"Just slap me if I forget, Frank," Julian laughs. "I'm not used to talking during sex ... at least not with Cash." He runs his hands along Frank's inner thighs, massaging softly. "With the blood bond, you don't need it. All my thoughts are his, and his mine ... unless one of us intentionally blocks out the other."
"What if... what about a sire and a childe? Do they... do you... can you hear one another?" Frank is breathing a little more heavily from the gentle massage. He naturally wonders about Julian and Alexandra, then with a pang, thinks to wonder about Julian and Sonny.
"Not always. There has to be the blood bond." Julian's hands splay into Frank's groin as he talks, gently rubbing the folds of skin, briefly brushing against the aroused cock. "It's not a given between sire and childe. Some sires, like Cash's, never bond with their children.... Others, like that which Archon and I had, are so tight that the bond lingers even after death." He pauses. "You know you can ask direct questions, Frank. I'll answer anything."
Frank draws his breath in sharply as his groin is touched. "I don't know if my brain is going to be working that well, Julian..." He swallows hard, adjusting to the intimacy.
"That'll just make the questions more intriguing." He smiles, his hands moving slowly to embrace the stiffening shaft. "Anyway, to answer your question, a blood bond doesn't have to be just between sire and childe. Cash and I have a bond that's much stronger than what I had with my sire. His bond with my sibling, Morgaine, is nearly as strong. And those bonds cross clan lines. "
"Interesting, okay," Frank murmurs, though within he is thinking, [Interesting in several days perhaps, right now, WHOOOOO!] He's busy processing the fact that Julian's hand is around his cock, and it's enough to handle at the moment.
"Do you like that, Frank?" Julian wraps his fingers around the cock and strokes upward, firmly, but gently. "This is all new, I know. Tell me what you're thinking." His other hand moves to clasp Frank's balls, kneading them ever so gently.
"Ah..." Frank is losing himself in sensation, but he manages to respond to Julian. "A man is stroking my dick, that's what I'm thinking, but it's not so bad," he manages to explain, sighing. "Ahh, man, that's good... I'm getting my head there, Julian, don't worry, just give me a chance..."
"No problem. Just relax. Close your eyes and go with the sensations." The prince's hands work Frank's body, his fingers stretching along the perineum, gently exploring the virgin flesh. "If you don't like something, just tell me." Then, with a wicked smirk, he adds, "Or, if you'd rather, I can walk you through this, blow by blow, describe exactly what I'm going to do."
Frank is really enjoying the feel of his strong hands, so much more sure than probably all of his past lovers except for Alexandra, of course. [Julian might have showed *her* what to do for him, fuck!] he thinks, getting another twinge of sharp desire. "I like everything so far," he gasps. "And I need your voice. Love your voice..."
"Some night, Frank, I'll have to read aloud for you, a bedtime story." He punctuates the thought with a small kiss, lips parted slightly, to the head of Frank's cock. "You're mine, Frank," he whispers, his voice low. "Do you like that?"
A long sigh escapes the mortal. He aches for more, Julian's mouth on him, his hands, anything. "I... guess, yeah..." [What does he mean by MINE? Aren't I going to be Cash's?]
Julian is savoring the feel of mortal flesh beneath him, reveling in the scent of warm blood. But as much as he wants the body beneath him, in the back of his mind there floats another presence. His mouth sinks down on Frank's erection, slowly, taking its full depth, before pulling up just as slowly, letting Frank savor the new sensation. "And that? Do you want more?"
Frank has drawn in his breath, then, as the Ventrue speaks, remembers again to breathe. "More..." he whispers. "Please..."
Julian cups Frank's balls with one hand as his other hand braces against the bed. With nibbling kisses, he works the underside of the cock, from base to tip, interspersing teasing nips with wet tongue caresses.
Sensations flutter through the mortal's lower body. Frank shudders in delight just about the time his brain processes the undeniable fact that Julian Luna not only knows what the fuck to do with another man, but he's damn GOOD at it! Frank's arms come down, one hand clutching at bedclothes, the other slipping into Julian's hair.
Julian teases a few moments more, delighting in this innate power to bring others' passion to the surface. Finally, once again at the tip, the Ventrue takes the mortal's cock deep into his throat, sucking with long solid strokes in a rhythmically quickening pace.
As Julian deep-throats him and starts sucking in earnest, Frank's hips come off the bed and a long moan escapes him. [FUCK!] His fingers tighten on Julian's hair, not to direct him in anyway, but just to have something to hold onto besides sheets bunched in his fist.
Julian thrusts his mouth down hard on the cock, thankful for a long-dead gag reflex, pushing Frank's body back against the bed. His own passion is surging inside, his cock growing hard, but he relegates it to a small corner of his mind where it can feed off remnants of the night before. He squeezes Frank's balls, not roughly, and massages the area beneath them.
[Oh, GOD, *he* taught her that!] Frank, recognizing a bit of Alexandra's technique in her sire, feels his climax building, and it's all he can do to hang onto Julian and the bed, feeling like he's going to fly right off it.
Julian takes several long sucks the full length of the cock, slow and steady strokes of his tongue, using his years of mastery to pull out Frank's climax.
Suddenly Frank claps both hands to Julian's head, holding him as he explodes, shuddering hard as he comes into his lover's throat. The expert working of his cock creates avalanche upon avalanche of orgasm.
Julian's mouth is flooded with Frank's semen, warm human cum. He swallows hard, but dribbles of it trail down the side of his mouth as he releases the spent cock and looks up. "So, Frank, how was that?" he says in a slightly hoarse tone, wiping the cum from his face with the back of his hand.
Frank glances down, slowly subsiding through tremors still rock him, and sees the Ventrue wipe *his* cum off his chin. [He really did that!] Frank groans within and aloud. "Incredible," he manages to gasp. "Oh, man, that was..." Speechless, he just manages a crooked Frank smile.
Julian pulls himself up a little and kisses Frank's stomach, teasing his tongue around the belly button. "You taste divine."
Relaxing at last, Frank runs his hand through Julian's hair again, then touches his cheek, the other hand sliding along his shoulder. "And you *were* divine, Julian!"
"I'm glad you liked it." The warm touch is soothing to the Ventrue prince, and a touch arousing. He'd like to take this farther ... his soul seeks to feed on passion ... but doesn't want to push Frank too hard. "There's so much more you should experience ... when you're ready."
Frank studies the prince a bit more soberly, knowing what he means by "more". He continues to touch him, needing the anchor. "Julian, I'm going to be Embraced in less than two days. I'm ready for that. I think that's a little more earth-shattering at this point in my life than enduring anal sex. I trust you to see me through this, too. Unless there's another reason?" His touches are already caresses as he enjoys the feel of the cool male skin.
Julian sits straight up, taken aback by Frank's directness. "That's cutting to the chase, Frank." He runs his hands through his hair and lets out a deep breath. "Contrary to what I might have thought I wanted before I walked into this room, I don't want to force you into anything. I don't want to hurt you. Kindred passion can be uncontrollable at times, especially hard on mortals. But, other than that, no reason why I can't fuck you." He slowly lets his hands fall from behind his head back down to his side.
Frank, leaning on an elbow on his side, reaches for one of Julian's hands. "I'm good at cutting to the chase, Julian, I'm a detective, after all. But... you're afraid of hurting me?" Sighing, he remembers Alexandra's wildness in bed, which he loved, but SHE wasn't fucking him with anything.
Julian is still floating on a passion-infused high from the blood of another mortal, one James Ellison. That experience has left him unfulfilled, wanting more. It also has stirred a deeper hunger within him, the insatiable desire for passion that first brought him to Morgaine's bed and into Archon's Embrace. "You don't mind rough?" Julian asks, letting Frank take his hand. "Nah, you probably don't if you liked Alexandra's bedplay."
[Did he answer my question?} Frank wonders, [No, but...] "Save all my blood for Cash," he mutters, then abruptly pulls Julian in hard for a kiss. [We'll see how far this will go... in for a penny, in for a pound, is that how the hell it goes?]
Julian leans into the kiss, meeting it in full measure. His mind has been racing elsewhere, caught up in passions and negotiations, but now his thoughts are only on the mortal beside him, the firm body seeking his attentions. His body is stretched out against Frank's.
Frank, feeling the well-muscled male body aligned with his, feels a welcome shock pulse through him, and dives into the mouth even deeper, opening his to play at the other's tongue with his.
While his tongue explores every nuance of Frank's mouth, Julian's hand slips down the mortal's body to his ass. He kneads the cheeks, snaking a few fingers into the crack, rubbing against the tight hole. Julian sighs mentally at the anticipated pleasure. [This is going to be good ... so good.]
The intimate touch causes Frank to gasp into Julian's mouth, more in surprise at the sensation than any fear or aversity. [Oh, wow... let go, Frank, he'll be good to you... this is Julian...] Sighing in the kiss, he opens his legs a little, pressing a bit into Julian's hand.
The Ventrue's fingers work firmly around Frank's anus, a tip pushing against the puckering skin, probing gently just inside the tight muscle. He lingers a moment longer before breaking the kiss. "I want to fuck you now," Julian whispers against the side of Frank's face. "Kneel up." He relaxes his hand against Frank's ass.
The word "fuck" shivers through the mortal, as he adjusts to the new sensation, gasping in earnest as the kiss is broken. "Slow, need slow, Julian," he breathes, slowly moving into position for him. "This is all so new, I need time." His breath is a little ragged. "Just... take it easy."
Julian takes a couple pillows from the headboard and puts them under Frank's upper body. "Here, brace against these. It'll be softer than just the bed." Helping position the mortal, the prince leans down and punctuates his talk with feathery kisses in the small of Frank's back. "I'll take it slow, Frank ... easy ... no surprises ... but it could hurt a little ... first time sometimes does."
Frank adjusts, holding onto the pillows. The quietly spoken words and easy touches help him to relax. "Yeah, I'll bet," Frank murmurs a bit sardonically, but this isn't something he didn't know. He just hopes something pleasurable will come out of this discomfort. [Trust Julian, trust Julian...]
Julian kneels behind Frank, between his legs, nudging them slightly wider, spreading his ass with a gentle firmness, his thumbs massaging the inner folds of skin. The kisses continue across the mortal's ass, the prince's tongue flicking along the crack. <Kouhanek> The thought of Julian's mouth, his *tongue* THERE, makes Frank's cock harder, to his astonishment. The sensations are... incredible. "Oh, wow," he murmurs. "Yeah, that feels good..." [Damn, tongue feels a hell of a lot better so far than fingers... start me slow, man...]
"Trust me, Frank," Julian reassures. "Relax." The positive reaction greatly pleases the Ventrue, who proceeds to bathe Frank's ass with his tongue, drawing it down across the asshole to the base of his balls. He lingers here, moving his tongue up and down the sensitive area. His hands squeeze lightly, gently spreading the cheeks as he goes.
"Ohhhh..." Frank sighs, awash in the pleasurable lapping of the Ventrue's tongue in his most sensitive spots. Frank soon finds himself pressing into that wonderful tongue, relaxing, opening his legs wider for his lover. "Yeah, Julian, that's real good... God, I love that!" He laughs, amazed at himself.
"Glad you like it," Julian gasps, breaking for a second from his ministrations. With each passing minute, Julian's arousal heightens, his cock aching for release. [Take it slow ... easy ... worth the patience.] He runs his tongue back to Frank's asshole, pressing inward, slowly at first, letting Frank adapt to the feel.
Now that the attentions of Julian's tongue switches from licking to pressing, Frank takes a deep breath, getting used to the pressure. [Can do this, want this,] he reminds himself. [Feels good, most of it...] Gradually Frank feels himself slipping back into that comfortable surreality. [Want this, need this...]
A master of the technique, Julian pushes his tongue deeper, working it with great dexterity to maximize Frank's pleasure. By this time, Julian's face is buried in Frank's ass, intent only on relaxing the mortal. [Long time since I tasted a mortal like this ... delicious.] "Mmmmmmm," he moans softly at the experience.
The humming of the Ventrue, intentional or not, sends a frisson of delight into Frank and he gasps, shifting his hips, unable to keep from pressing back for more. So many new sensations, so delightful...! "Yeah, eat it out," Frank murmurs, using familiar slang from his years in Vice but never actually using for himself. "Yeah..."
[Such language, Frank.] Julian mentally smirks at how easily the detective is giving himself over to these new experiences. [Cash is going to really enjoy having you for a childe.] The prince continues tongue-fucking the mortal, feeling him relax more with each deep plunge. He splays his hands out across the butt cheeks, kneading with his finger pads. [My god ... oh ... wanna fuck you, Frank.]
Sounds begin to come out of the mortal, little moans and sighs as Julian works him with his tongue. [It's like dying, Frank,] he tells himself, his breath ragged,[going to be dying soon, can't be too different than this... maybe this will help me let go... of that... I want their life, I want him... need him in me...] The thrill of that thought shudders through him. "More..."
Julian takes the single word to mean his lover is ready for the next step. He pulls his tongue out of Frank and kisses him soundly on the ass. "You're doing well, Frank. I'm happy you like this." His voice is soft, the tone comforting. He sucks on his fingers, biting them as he does to wet them with a mix of blood and saliva. "I'm just going to prepare you a little more ... with my fingers."
[Think, Julian ... he's human, not Kindred ... not yet.] "I know it's somewhere here," he mutters under his breath, wiping his hand on the sheet as he searches for the tube of lubricant. "Ahh." Finding it, he uncaps it and liberally squishes it over his fingers. [Yuck ... well, he won't have need for this stuff much longer.]
[Fingers, okay, yeah, that's next,] Frank thinks, gearing up for Julian to proceed to get him ready. "Okay," he sighs, shifting a little uneasily. "I'm ready, Julian."
Julian repositions himself behind Frank and works a single finger into his ass, slowly but steadily. "Easy, Frank, just relax back."
The sensation is different, but with the ample lubrication, the pressures are similar, and there is no real discomfort. "Weird," Frank sighs, trying to hold still. "Weird, but okay... actually a little nice... yeah..." He relaxes a bit more, adjusting to the feeling. Frank is pretty pleased, feeling better about this all the time.
Julian works the finger in, gently stretching the tender flesh. As he feels Frank relax, he applies a little more pressure, tenderly, gingerly. He leans across the mortal's back and kisses his shoulder blade.
"Mmmm, good, maybe more lube..." Frank sighs, moving his hips a little, getting used to it. "You know, Julian..." he adds, his voice growing languid, "I'm glad it's you..."
"Me, too." He pulls the finger out of Frank's ass and slathers his hand with lubricant. [Whatever makes the human happy.] A wry smirk crosses his lips. He reinserts two fingers into the loosening ass, letting them rest as he starts to stroke Frank's back with his free hand. "I've thought about this, how it'd be. It's turning out nice."
The increased fullness wrings another low exhale from Frank. "Nice..." he gasps, grinning wryly. "Well, glad it's *nice* for you. It's just plain old ordinary incredible for me..." More sighs are wrung from him as Julian continues to open him up carefully and expertly.
"This is nothing compared to what it will be like after you're Embraced. Sex takes on a whole new dimension, Frank. Indescribable passion." The prince edges the fingers a little deeper, but holds them pretty much at rest, continuing to stroke the mortal's warm flesh. "Recall your most intense night with Alexandra and imagine it a hundred fold."
"Oh, God," Frank groans, remembering how Alexandra rode him for what seemed like hours, managing to keep him on the edge and hard to boot, riding the crest of their passion like a boat upon a stormy sea.
Building on the image he knows he has evoked, Julian stretches and fills Frank with his fingers. [Ever closer.] He smiles, his voice softening a bit. "Yes, Frank ... unlimited passion ... nothing too extreme to try. It's definitely one of the perks of being Kindred."
Frank moans a little more, trying for that last necessary bit of relaxing. "Julian, please tell me you have plans, ah, for me, after my Embrace... "
"Plans, Frank? Like doing this again?" Julian queries in mock innocence.
"Julian!" Frank groans in exasperation, then laughs. "Or you're an awful tease - 'sure, Frank, Kindred sex is great, I hope you get to try it with one after your Embrace sometime.' Right!"
"Being prince doesn't mean I get to screw every Kindred." [Well, not officially, it doesn't.] He laughs to himself. His fingers still loosening up Frank's ass, Julian leans against Frank's body, his erection brushing along the mortal's thighs. "Frank, we can do this as often as you like. It's up to you ... and Cash, of course ... and whatever lovers you take."
[Right now, one prince and one Gangrel sire are going to be astronomically all I can imagine handling for some time,] Frank thinks wryly, thinking how far away that seems still. [Damn waiting...] "You're so generous, Julian," he sighs, wanting more of Julian against him.
"Generous? I guess so. I want you, Frank. I want to have you when you're Gangrel ... when there are no restrictions ... only passion." Julian lets out a breath, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of the detective. "But I won't infringe on your bond with Cash. And I won't discourage you from taking other lovers." He smiles wickedly. "You might even pay Lillie another visit."
Frank buries his head in the pillow, groaning, though not in the least in discomfort. "Lillie? Yeah, or she'll pay me one... Julian, I don't know why you want me... not really. Just..." He sighs, not knowing how to say it. "Just glad you do."
Julian slides his fingers out of Frank's ass and places his hands at the mortal's waist. He leans into Frank's body, his cock pressing tight against Frank's ass. Each movement is made slowly, with tender care. He isn't taking things farther just yet; he needs to be closer to Frank.
"Frank, there's a reason I wanted to have you as a mortal," he starts, his voice low and soft. "It's because of Alexandra. Once, somewhere in all those years, we did love each other. You're the last link to her. I can smell her on you, taste her in your blood. Once you're Kindred, that will be gone. I'll have lost everything that was connected to her. Maybe I need to touch her soul once more, reconcile with it."
The mortal listens to the admission, his heart breaking a little - this was HARD for Julian to admit, he can tell. Though it's been months, Frank can still feel the grief when he lets himself... and now knows Julian feels it acutely, too. [Oh, God, what do I say to that... oh, Julian...] He clears his throat. When he speaks, his voice is husky with emotion. "Then touch her again, Julian. Touch ME, taste ME."
"Thank you, Frank," he says softly. One of Julian's hands stays at Frank's waist. The other guides his cock toward between Frank's ass cheeks, the cockhead pressing gently against the sphincter. "When you're Gangrel, you'll be different ... the wildness in you set free ... and you'll be utterly appealing for another reason." The low rumble of his voice sounds like a cross between a growl and a feral laugh.
[Wild, yeah, he won't taste HER, but she already set the Wild in me, or at least opened the door for it to get out,] Frank muses wryly, then his eyebrows go up hearing the sounds from the Ventrue. [Oh, you DO like that, eh?} "Wildness... yeah..." he murmurs, focusing on the pressure against his sphincter now.
Julian's hands grip at Frank's hips, holding him gently but firmly. He thrusts forward, slowly and steadily working his cock into Frank's ass, letting the mortal set the adjustment pace.
Frank feels that wildness in him now, as Julian enters him, and he, too, emits something of a mortal version of a growl, working to accept Julian, take him into himself. "Julian, god!" he groans, "That's it, so good..."
Julian pushes, still not all the way in, then pulls back slowly. He thrusts forward again, slowly building up a rhythm of long, steady strokes, nudging more deeply into Frank's body with each thrust. His hands hold the mortal steady, but don't limit his movements.
The mortal grunts and yields to the Wild, the touch of Kindred already introduced into his system, Alexandra's blood. Frank feels something else give way, slipping into some strange mental place where Frank Kouhanek has already given more than his very *ass* to *this* man, this Kindred. In this moment, he can almost... almost.. But of course, only from the other side will he be able to look back at this moment and understand what he is really feeling.
Julian himself has said it - "I'm master of all that is in my domain ... you ... Cash ... It means I control whether you live or die. It also means I can claim you for myself. Like now." Frank understands - what Cash was saying to him about Julian. [Oh, yes, now I *am* claimed...]
Gradually, Julian lets his thrusts deepen, increasing the pressure inside Frank, but taking care not to be too forceful. He definitely doesn't want to hurt Frank. No, he cares about this mortal, more than any human he had cared for in a long time. And it isn't just the connection to Alexandra.
There is something about Frank Kouhanek that intrigues the Ventrue prince ... his tenacity in not giving up when ordered to back off investigations of Luna's businesses ... his willingness to go up against Eddie Fiori ... his reluctant acceptance of Kindred.
The thrusts within his ass feel intense, pleasurable, incredible... Frank feels the Wild gripping him, expanding him, setting him free. With a grunt, he takes Julian's cock in and pushes to take more, meeting the careful thrusts with matching ones of his own, wanting his patron's cock now and wanting it deep.
The rhythm builds until at last Frank's body opens and Julian's cock slides all the way in, right up to the hilt, their bodies pressed together. Clamping down on his control mechanisms, Julian manages to be forceful without getting rough, adapting to how Frank's body reacts.
"Julian..." Frank exhales his name on one long sigh, as if sighing his lover's name deepens the claiming. "Take me... Julian!" He moans, clenching the pillow as if to tear it apart.
"Yeesss, Frank. Take you. I'm coming." Julian moans, his own climax rapidly building. He rides Frank hard, thrusting into him over and over. His breathing deepens, centering on the passion wave cresting inside him.
The ramming, however careful, nevertheless creates a pulse of sensation against Frank's prostate, and to his shock, he realizes he is rushing toward climax, though he has not received any additional stimulation to his cock, however hard it is now. "Oh, God, JULIAN!" he shouts, his body lurching with the hard fucking as he comes. Julian's fucking is so good that Frank doesn't NEED additional stimulation.
Julian feels the orgasm ripping through the mortal's body and thrusts a few more times, moaning with intense pleasure, his cock coming hard inside Kouhanek. "Yes, Frank ... yessss."
Frank shudders, settling onto the bed with Julian's weight on him, coming down slowly. "Julian... oh, man..." he gasps, breathing hard.
Julian pulls out slowly and stretches out the length of Frank's body. "Good?" he whispers, kissing the mortal's shoulder blade. The question is rhetorical, as Frank's reactions to Julian more than provided the answer. He trails the kisses up to Frank's shoulder, lightly nipping the flesh.
"Shit... yes..." Frank moans, pulling one of Julian's arms around him for comfort, then tensing with little gasps as the Ventrue nips at him. Then he shifts, moving under the arms, turning to face Julian, settling in against him a little. "That was... incredible," he sighs, meeting his eyes at last.
Wrapping an arm around the mortal, Julian pulls Frank in, drinking in the warmth of the other's body. "It was for me, too," he smiles. The prince's free hand goes to Frank's face, stroking the cheek. "You're quite good, Frank."
Frank chuckles a little weakly, quite done in. "I can't believe we did it... can't believe... anyway, *you're* good, Julian. Wow..." He smiles back at the touch.
"I've had years to refine my technique," the Ventrue counters with a small chuckle. "Maybe you can get Cash and Morgaine to tell you of my 'first' times someday." He kisses Frank gently on the forehead, then the bridge of the nose, then brushes against the lips.
The mortal sighs softly at the gentle kisses, then brushes his lips against Julian's in return, wanting more.
Julian again brushes his slightly parted lips against Frank's mouth, prolonging contact, heightening the sensation. He traces the mortal's lips with his tongue.
Sighing again, Frank opens his lips to the other as his arm goes around Julian's back, comfortably close. He revels in the feel of the sculpted body against his... and whose it is.
The prince takes Frank's lower lip between his own, sucking lightly, letting the mortal appreciate the movement ... touching the tip of his tongue against the other's.
Frank closes his eyes, allowing the Ventrue to have his way with his mouth, just content to let him play.
Julian's cold tongue slips into Frank's mouth, sliding over the passably sharp edges of mortal teeth, before flicking against his tongue, easing deeper into the other's mouth. His arms go around the warm flesh, fingers moving along the spine.
The feeling of Kindred tongue, cool and slick, so strange yet already becoming familiar, encourages Frank to respond with a plunge of his own tongue, licking at Julian's, giving him some of his warmth.
Julian responds in kind, letting the kiss deepen for endless minutes until the mortal is nearly breathless. He pulls back an inch. "Frank, one final taste," he says softly. "Do you mind?" [Silly question, Luna. He'd give you the world right now, I think.]
A gasp escapes, then a quick nod. Frank is feeling very... very... generous. "Please... please taste me, Julian."
Julian kisses Frank again, quickly, as if sealing an agreement, then settles him on his back. Leaning over him, the Ventrue takes Frank's arm in his hand and begins licking along the vein lines at the wrist.
Seeing Julian lick delicately at the bluish veins in his wrist, Frank feels his heart pounding with anticipation of the "Kiss", his breath coming a bit short as he watches Julian prepare to bite him. "Oh, yeah... taste me, Julian..."
A few moments of teasing is enough, Julian thinks, and with a single act he sinks his fangs into mortal flesh, pulling forth the blood, feeling it surge with new passion.
Frank gasps sharply, tensing suddenly in the bite, feeling an erotic charge run riot in him just in the sight.
Julian sucks hard at the wound, letting a rivulet of crimson flow from around it.
The rush in the tasting, the "Kiss", thrums powerfully through Frank, like a belated second orgasm throughout his body, his mind. He could nearly swoon from the rush, it hits him so hard.
In less than a minute, Julian stops and seals the wound with a kiss. He licks at the escaping blood trailing its way down Frank's forearm, a delightfully wicked smile crossing his lips as he leans up to meet Frank's gaze.
Frank sighs deeply, then finds himself grinning as Julian casts a devilish look at him. "You know what you've done, don't you, Julian? Lillie told me about it.. what Alexandra started... " He wipes a stray drop of blood from the corner of Julian's mouth, and offers it for him to suck clean. "Kindred urges... and soon I'll be Embraced..."
Yeah. Julian knows.
The END
