The Taste Of A Warrior

Part 6

Posted: October 2003
Author: Dhvana

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The enigmatic Stuart, and the not quite so enigmatic Karl, help Elijah to guide me back to our Venice headquarters. When I return, Elijah has already gone back to bed, but the other two are waiting for me in the front hall, Stuart looking slightly annoyed and Karl looking as if he's going to burst into laughter at any moment.

"Oh, shut up," I grumble, tossing my cigarette out into the street and quietly shutting the door behind me.

"No, really mate," Karl chuckles. "It's fine. Just, next time you feel like wandering out on your own, take a map."

"Or a GPS marker so we can track you," Stuart says, a smile twitching at his lips. As nice as it is to hear an Irish voice, in that moment, I can't help but wish he were mute.

"A guide dog, at the very least."

"A ball of twine, even."

"What was it Theseus used with the Minotaur?" Karl asks his partner, an expression of mock-ignorance on his face. "Golden string?"

"I see what you think you are--a couple of comedians. No wonder Marton's such a hardass, having to deal with people like you all the time."

"Humor's what keeps us alive," Karl says, throwing an arm over my shoulders. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink, and you can tell Uncle Karl all about it."

"‘Uncle' Karl?"

"It's his way of trying to make you comfortable," Stuart says with a roll of his eyes, "but it always ends up sounding incestuous."

Karl shoots him back a dirty look. "You have a sick mind, you know that?"

"Yes, but you know it, too. Better than most, I might add," Stuart says with a dark smile, and Karl's temperature seems to increase by ten degrees.

Oh, god, just what I need--to be caught in the tide of another lover's game. I've had just about enough of that with Paul and Elijah, and now I have Karl and Stuart to deal with? How the fuck did I end up in the middle of world's largest organization of gay vampire hunters?

"Let's get you that drink," Karl says, leading me into the kitchen, though it sounds to me as if he needs the drink more than I do.

He sets me on one of the stools surrounding the island in the middle and Stuart takes the seat next to me. Karl grabs three beers from the refrigerator and hands one to each of us as he sits down on my other side.

"So what were you doing wandering around outside at this time of night?" Stuart asks, watching me with his intense brown eyes.

"Couldn't sleep," I shrug. "Thought I'd take a walk, get a feel for the city."

"That worked out well, didn't it?" Karl grins, and I scowl at him. "You shouldn't be wandering around alone anyway, particularly now."

"Why not now? Isn't it part of our job, to be out wandering around at night? Because I seriously doubt we're going to get lucky enough to find any vampires wanting to take up sunbathing."

"I think it's the ‘alone' part my friend here wishes to focus on," Stuart answers. "If you want to go hunting, that's fine. There are always those here who will jump at the chance to go on a bit of a chase. All you have to do is ask." His eyes narrow as he stares at me. "I would have thought that Marton would have explained this to you by now. We never go out alone, or at the very least, we always make sure there is back-up nearby."

"But I wasn't going hunting. I was just going for a walk."

"During the time of night when there are no witnesses, which makes you an even more appealing victim," Karl says and shakes his head. "Common sense, mate. You know what's out there now. You'd might as well be walking around with a sign hanging from your neck that reads ‘free meal'."

"Or ‘fresh meat'."

"‘Come and get it'."

"‘Blood donor'."

"Oh, I like that one," the New Zealander grins, and Stuart chuckles, a sound that sends pleasing chills along my spine.

"I thought you would."

"Are you two finished?"

"We're barely getting started," my fellow Irishman says in a voice that would turn a glacier into a puddle of water at his feet, and I am much warmer than a glacier. "So tell us, Colin, how did you manage to get so far off course this evening?"

"I was lost in thought," I answer, suddenly aware of just how close to me he is sitting.

"Those must have been some very deep thoughts," Karl says, and I glance over, wondering how his stool managed to get so near to mine.

"They had their moments," I nod and take a drink, apparently attempting to swallow half the bottle in one gulp and end up choking on it. Karl immediately begins pounding on my back as I cough the liquid back up out of the wrong pipe.

"You all right?" he asks.

"Yeah, thanks," I mutter, wondering if this night could get any more embarrassing.

"No worries," he says and Stuart hands us a couple of fresh bottles.

I finish off the old one, drinking a little more carefully this time, and open the new bottle. Thank god it takes more than a couple beers to have any affect on me, or I'd be in trouble.

"So a little bird told us you fucked Orlando."

Again, I find myself coughing up the beer that has managed to find its way down the wrong tract, and again, Karl pounds on my back until I've managed to regain control.

"Karl," Stuart begins, smiling around his beer, "are you trying to seduce him, or kill him?"

"I thought it was the former, but now I'm beginning to wonder if it's the latter."

"Hmm. . ."

The sound manages to be both knowing and amused at the same time, with the double effect of humiliating me and turning me on.

But back to more important matters. "This little bird, the one with the big mouth that told you this bit of information--I don't suppose he was blue in color, was he?"

"There might have been a hint of blue around the eyes," Karl says, his voice innocent as he wraps his full lips around the bottle.

"I see. And this little blue bird, I don't suppose he mentioned why he felt he needed to share this with you?"

"He thought it might be one of the reasons for your excursion this evening."

"Well it isn't."

"Good to know," Karl nods. "So, is it true?"

I look into his hazel eyes and find that I am answering against every inclination not to. "Yes."

"How was he?"

Stuart sighs, shaking his head. "So little tact."

"That's why I have you," Karl says, peering around me to grin at him. "You have more than enough tact for the both of us."

"So if he's got all the tact, and clearly all the brains," I say before I am able to stop myself, "what does that leave you with?"

Stuart chuckles behind me as Karl gives me an appraising look. "Want to find out?"

If I had to think about it, I'd argue that maybe this is the reason why I keep having those dreams of Orlando. I need to enjoy a sexual encounter with someone who is thoroughly human and won't try to kill me afterwards. This could definitely be a good thing.

But fortunately, I don't have to think about it. Just knowing I've got Karl and Stuart pretty much throwing themselves at me is reason enough for me.

"If you want the truth," I say, finishing the bottle and setting it aside, "Orlando was the best I've ever had."

Karl's eyes widen a little, and I notice a sudden hitch in his breathing.

"Tell us more," Stuart says, his lips right next to my ear, his hands sliding around my waist.

"I wanted him the moment I laid eyes on him, but I couldn't just throw him against the nearest wall and fuck him right there, so we went to a pub first."

"You courted the vampire?" Stuart chuckles while nibbling on my ear.

"Wooed him with every bad intention in the world. I plied him with drink--I didn't know it wouldn't matter--all the while wanting to bury my hands in his rich brown curls and my dick between those soft, pink lips."

"So what happened?" Karl asks, lifting my shirt over my head and covering my nipple with his mouth.

"You're doing it now," I answer. "I took him back to my place, and we were on each other before the door even had time to close. He was kissing me as if he was trying to draw the marrow from my bones--which he probably was. By the time we reached the bedroom, both of us were naked."

"More," Stuart whispers, taking Karl's shirt in his hands and pulling it from his body. Karl rises enough so that their mouths meet, and then Karl's mouth is on mine as Stuart unbuttons my jeans. I thrust my tongue between Karl's lips and continue exploring his mouth until not only are his jeans undone, but Stuart is naked as well. With one more kiss, Karl gives me an encouraging smile and returns his attentions to my chest.

"I began, ironically enough, by sucking on his neck. He loved this, was practically bucking beneath me--I guess that's a sensitive spot for vampires. I then moved down to where Karl is now, nipping and licking at his nipple until he was begging for more. I continued to his cock, his beautiful, hard, sleek, pulsing cock," I gasp as Karl's warm, wet mouth wraps around me, "but before I could take it into my mouth, he grabbed my head and drew me up for another kiss, urging me to just take him."

Karl moans softly, sending thrills through my body that are heightened by Stuart's touch as his finger slips between my cheeks and begins massaging my hole.

"Looking on that beautiful creature, his big brown eyes pleading me for release, I couldn't say no. I grabbed the nearest vial of oil, one that smelled of cinnamon and cloves—" At this, I hesitate, unnerved by a memory. The smell of the bakery fills my senses, and I realize that it smelled just like the oil did--of cinnamon and cloves. Is that what Orlando was chasing--not me, but the memory of the night we spent together?

"Impossible," I mutter, shaking my head.

"What's impossible?" Stuart asks, his soft voice in my ear, his fingers slipping inside of me, and I am forced back into the present.

"The way he embedded myself on my cock. He didn't even want me to stretch him at all, though I tried. He just wanted me, as fast and as hard as he could have me. And I obliged. It was. . . incredible. He's incredible. I've never felt anything like him--so tight, so hot, it was as if his muscles were massaging every inch of me. I didn't even have time to think of him, but then, I don't think he wanted me to."

With Stuart's fingers inside of me and Karl's mouth surrounding me, it is growing increasingly difficult to think. I have to finish the story quickly before I forget how to talk.

"After that, it was over pretty quickly. I came, he kissed me, bit me, and left me for dead."

The motions inside of me pause. "And that was it?"

"Sort of," I frown. "As he drained me, he was still hard and though I couldn't move, I could feel him rubbing his cock against me. Just as I thought my heart was about to burst, he released me, and if I didn't know better, I'd say he came, but. . ."

"There was nothing," Karl says, looking up at me, and I nod. "Vampires can't create sperm--they're dead, but the drinking is enough to bring them to orgasm, in their own way."

"Oh." I guess that makes sense, at least the sperm part, but I'd rather not think about it.

"Want to change the subject?" Stuart asks, and I nod.

"Desperately."

"How bout I fuck you now?"

"That's a good change," I grin, and within seconds, Stuart is thrusting in me and Karl is sucking on me and I can no longer tell up from down. Not that I want to. I just close my eyes and let myself go.

The two are amazing, and they instinctively know their way around my body so well that suddenly I'm the one who's begging for more. Karl's mouth becomes a vacuum and Stuart's cock a hammer and my body is merely a willing plane for their use. When I reach orgasm, it is with almost a much force as I did with Orlando. Stuart has to clap a hand over my mouth to keep the noise from waking up the entire house while he muffles his own cries against my head.

As weak as babies, we collapse onto the floor next to a panting Karl, whose hand is covered with his own release. I immediately wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into a kiss.

"Just how long are you staying?" he asks, grinning goofily when I finally release him.

"At least as long as it takes to kill Orlando."

"A long time then," Stuart says, resting his head on my shoulder.

"We'll see."

I spend that night sharing a bed with Stuart and Karl. The dream returns, only this time, Orlando doesn't bite me. Instead, after we've made love, he holds me until we both fall asleep.

Guess a good fuck is what I needed after all.

Mmm. . . George is right, though I'll never tell him so. I do feel better now that I've eaten.

I give the lovely young man a kiss on his cooling cheek, then move my mouth a little lower to lick closed the wounds on his neck. "Good night, sweet prince," I whisper, and let the lifeless body sink to the ground. Turning to face my two baby-sitters, I take one look at their smug smiles and stick my tongue out at them.

Eric laughs, sliding an arm round my waist. "Glad to see you're feeing better."

"But I'm not feeling better--not yet," I say with a slow smile.

"Oh, you're not?" Gale asks, stepping up to my other side. "And just what is it you're missing?"

"I think you know," I say, looking up to meet his glowing blue eyes, and he grins.

"I think I do."

Gale captures me with his beautiful mouth and my body immediately leaps to his command.

I love the way Gale kisses.

He has the most delightfully dominating mouth, possessive and giving at the same time. I feel as if he is trying to devour me whole and I have no choice but to give myself to his control.

A hand reaches around to the front of my trousers and slips inside. I moan softly as Eric takes hold of my cock and begins to slowly stroke it. Gale, too, reaches inside, and together, their fingers move over my flesh with such skill, it's a wonder they haven't driven each other mad during their lifetime.

Eric's lips graze my neck and a shiver of anticipation runs through my body. I lean back into him as a sign of consent, then gasp as his teeth pierce my skin.

"Oh, god," I moan as the blood is drawn with a rush from my neck and into his mouth.

Gale takes hold of my lips once more as his lover continues to drink from my veins. I bite into his tongue and he jumps, but doesn't pull away. Our kiss leaps to a whole new level as his blood fills my mouth and slides down my throat. Their hands increase their pace on my cock as we are connected through mind and touch and blood. For a short time, we can feel everything the others are feeling--each kiss is exchanged and received by all, each touch to my cock is a touch to their own. Our excitement grows until we can no longer contain ourselves and we are screaming as the waves of pleasure slam through us.

"Fuck," Gale gasps as we lean against the wall, needing a sold surface in order to remain upright. I look up at him, and he grins at me. "Now that's the Orli I know."

"I guess I really haven't been myself lately--I just didn't understand by how much."

"I do hope we'll be able to keep you feeling yourself from now on."

"You're certainly more than welcome to try," I grin.

"Come on," Eric says, taking my hand. "We've got time for you to eat one more, and then we should return to the villa."

"What about. . . ?" I begin, looking back at my last meal, and Gale chuckles.

"Not a problem." He removes a canister from his pocket and sprays the body with it. The dead man's skin immediately begins to bubble and fizz as the body begins to disintegrate. Once the spray has a good start, he lights a match and tosses it at the body, which immediately goes up in flames. After a few minutes, there is nothing left except a black mark on the cement.

"Cool."

I am so awed by this, that I cannot say anything else. I give him a questioning glance and Eric chuckles at the proud smile on Gale's face.

"He discovered it a few months ago. It's his baby--instant evidence removal. For complete destruction, just add fire."

"You finally did it?" I ask, my voice incredulous, and Gale nods. Laughing, I throw my arms around him, giving him a hug. "Oh, I can't believe it! You've been looking for this for centuries!"

"It took a while, but what do you know, modern science does have a place in our world."

"That is just the coolest thing ever! Fucking brilliant! When do we get some?"

He laughs at my excitement as I bounce around in front of him, but I can't help it. This is the best thing to happen to vampires since sunscreen. "I've got a company working on it right now. Soon, every vampire in the world will be leaving behind nothing but ashes."

"And for a change," Eric grins, "the ashes won't be one of us."

"We have got to go find someone for me to eat so I can try it for myself. I just can't believe it!" I am completely overwhelmed with joy for Gale. Throwing my arms around him, I give him a kiss filled with promises. "As soon as we get home, you're getting a reward."

"Then let's hurry the fuck up so we can get home," he chuckles, returning my kiss, then grabs Eric, and kisses him. "Of course, I never would have done it without your support."

"It was the least I could do," Eric says. "After all, what you were working on will benefit us all. But I would have supported you anyway, if all you were doing was knitting me a sweater."

"You want me to knit you a sweater?" Gale asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Of course not. What would I do with a sweater? I don't get cold."

"Mmm. . . but I bet you would look good in a sweater," he says, nuzzling Eric's neck, "the way it would mold to your chest, the firm fit around your waist. Ooo, yeah. Maybe I will take up knitting."

"Please, do. I'm already thinking of all the fun we can have with the yarn."

"Should I leave you two alone?" I grin, and they both turn to me with smiles on their faces.

"Not a chance," Eric says. "You promised Gale a reward, and I've got plans for you and yarn as well."

"I can't wait," I say, stealing a kiss, then slip out of their arms. "Now hurry up! Dawn's almost here, and if I'm going to last all day, I'm going to need someone else to eat. Plus, I can't wait to get my hands on that spray!"

I start down the alley towards the street, but still catch Eric's happy sigh. "It's good to have him back," he says to Gale, and I have to smile. It's good to be back.

Now if I could just find a way to clear the scent of cinnamon and cloves from my system, I'd be perfect.

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