Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Love ❯ Innocent Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMERS:

The characters=mine. The story=mine. Sound familiar? What planet do you live on?

This is one that I started writing when my computer was DOA. Very, very fantasy based—which was my first love growing up. However, no fear—my love of yaoi has definitely been an influence.

WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPICIT AND/OR OFFENSIVE SCENES WILL FOLLOW

Thank you again for reading and enjoy!

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Chris sat nervously at the end of the bar. The two dudes making out in the booth left no doubt as to what kind of club he was in. He'd had an inkling a few weeks ago when he only saw men going inside, so he told himself he was just curious.

It was only a half-lie.

The bartender eyed him knowingly and smirked. “You here for the freak show or are you drinking?” Chris couldn't control the blush, but met his look head on.

“If I say both, then what?” The Bartender grinned widely displaying remarkably white teeth.

“You don't know, do you? You really don't have a clue?” The smile vanished suddenly and the Bartender's eyes seemed to intensify. Chris felt like he was drowning and his lungs struggled and failed to find air.

“You're just a pup,” the `Tender grinned relaxing and Chris gasped as air suddenly returned to his lungs. “Look, I'm going to give you the only warning you're liable to get in here.” The Bartender leaned in close and Chris did the same.

“Go home.” Chris blinked once surprised. “Go home and play with kids your own age.” Now Chris was scowling.

“These guys don't look that much older than me!”

“Looks are deceiving.” The Bartender stood, “Especially in this hole.”

“I'm staying!” Chris said mulishly.

“Your funeral,” the Bartender shrugged, “here.” He slammed a glass of brown liquid down in front of Chris. “It's soda. You won't get anything stronger, so don't try.” Chris didn't have time to mumble a thanks before the Bartender was almost to the other end of the bar. He sure moves fast, he thought and sipped at his soda while checking out the view.

And a view it was! The men were beautiful! He felt his face heat up and quickly ducked his head to sip at his faux drink. Some were actually beautiful to look at with perfect features and lush lips—almost feminine-looking. One such example strolled by and gave Chris a blatantly sexual look and licked his lips. Chris averted his eyes hoping against all hope that red in his face didn't show too much in the dim light. He got up the nerve to sneak a peek and saw the angel-faced man be led off toward a dark corner. He sighed, not sure if he was disappointed or relieved and moved his eyes over the mass of humanity filling the club. Not one of them was ugly, but for some reason, this fact failed to raise any warning flags.

He began classifying them into categories in his head. There were men that were big and tall—he called them “Bruisers” in his mind. The Pretty Boys, not to be confused with the Femmes. Pretty Boys were men who were model pretty. If Dennis was here, he'd know the real nicknames they were called.

Now that he'd stopped getting hit on and no one was looking his way, Chris was finally starting to relax, really getting into his self-conceived game. Of course, that's when he saw him! His heart literally skipped a beat and he had to grab his chest.

“Oh. My.GOD!” He whispered and stared openly.

“Close your mouth! You're drooling on my bar,” the `Tender growled pushing his chin up with a snap. It didn't even faze him as he continued to stare.

The man was tall—over six feet, tanned and well built. He wasn't a Bruiser, nor a Pretty Boy and absofuckinglutely wasn't a Femme. He was…the perfect combination of all three! From where he was at, Chris could see the cut of his jaw and that he had white hair cut pretty short. It made him think of a Marine. But what he really wanted was…

“C'mon,” he muttered. “Let me see your eyes!” He never noticed he was leaning forward in the bar stool. “C'mon!” He urged, “Turn around!” And then he did.

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Tanislav had no desire to be here, but it was his duty, as had been specifically pointed out to him. Tonight was the Hive's night to play or Spielsnacht. Only, their idea of fun was to lure `not-so-innocent' humans down into their version of a den of iniquity. It would be a frenzy, but only up to a point, then he and his enforcers would step in, if needed, to make sure the sex-play stayed within the limits and guidelines they were given. All knew that this indulgence from their Benefactress was just that—an indulgence and could be taken away in an instant, if rules were broken. And consequences would follow, if that happened. Really, really bad consequences. Tanis' eyes narrowed as he swept through the crowd. The thrumming excitement in the air hinted at the possibility of those limits being pushed and those consequences happening.

“Galen.”

“Yes?”

“Do you sense it?”

“Yes. A human is already here, but he is cloaked.”

“And he's not of the Hive.”

Galen's breath caught in surprise. “Are you sure?”

Tanis turned a knife-edged gaze toward him as an answer. “Check the `Tender. See if he knows something about this.”

Galen stiffened, but didn't move. “I'm sorry sir, but he will not address me.”

Tanis' eyes narrowed. “Another lover's tiff, Galen?”

If it had been possible, Galen would've blushed. “Just a recent misunderstanding.”

“Clear it up and talk to the `Tender, now!”

“Yessir!” Galen fled to do as ordered while Tanis immediately began to search the Hole for the cloaked human. It was bad enough that one of the Hive was deliberately keeping a human from Hive eyes, but this human was not even of the Hive and smelled new. Innocent. And innocence has no business here, he thought furiously. The scent of it was what was stirring the air, causing the restlessness in so many present, like lions waiting for their prey. It was even tugging at his senses, calling and beckoning to his baser instincts…

“Tanislav.”

That voice froze him like ice. “Le Beau.”

“It pleases me to no end to see you here.”

“The same does not apply,” he said coolly and turned to face him.

“Your words cut me to the heart.”

“If only that were true, I'd say them repeatedly.” Tanis gritted his teeth. “Cut the shit, Le Beau. This is no longer your clan, by your choice. Why are you here?”

“Anyone may join the revelry.”

“There are conditions—”

“And I know them all. Dear Tanislav, are you worried for me?” Le Beau moved so that his body was touching Tanis'. “You are glad to see me!” He pressed his body closer. “I did wonder.” He ended on a sigh as his lips met Tanis'.

Tanis held himself in check, but not without difficulty. Le Beau was beautiful enough to pain the eyes and skilled enough to make a saint a sinner. His eyes were a pure, liquid blue; his hair was like gold—long and soft. His mouth, the mouth that was currently eating at his, could bring pleasure and pain in the same breath.

Le Beau nibbled at his bottom lip, nipped his chin and moved along the jaw to his neck. “You disappoint me, Tanis. I'd thought you'd join me in the pleasure of the revelry.” Tanis exhaled a slow breath, making sure he kept it steady.

“If it was only pleasure you sought, perhaps I might. But your tastes are too dark. Not just for me, but for our Benefactress.” Le Beau bit his neck hard enough to draw blood and pulled back to glare into Tanis' eyes.

“Was that a threat, Tanis?” He growled softly. Tanis hadn't flinched once. Not at the attempted seduction, the bite nor the bitter hate spilling from Le Beau's eyes.

“I'm fulfilling my duties by advising you caution, Bright One.” He deliberately used Le Beau's former title and breathed a little easier as Le Beau stalked away.

“That was so fucking HOT!”

“Serene!” Tanis groaned. She was the youngest and only female in his enforcers. She was brash and unrepentantly irreverent, but she was a fierce fighter and was even more fiercely loyal.

“You think he'd kiss me like that?” Her green eyes looked at him gleefully.

“Trust me; you wouldn't enjoy it as much as you think.” Her eyes sharpened into emerald points.

“Cutting his heart out would give me great pleasure.”

“Serene!”

“Okay, okay! Seriously, though? That kiss raised the overall tension in here, like five-hundred percent. Look!” Tanis did, and true enough, many heated and lust filled eyes were focused on him.

“Hell!” He grabbed Serene and began forging his way through the lascivious crowd toward the bar. The problem remained that he still sensed that damn innocent human in the Hole. If Galen couldn't get answers from the Bartender, he sure as hell would.

Dammit!

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Chris felt like he was over heating and hyperventilating all at the same time. That kiss! That goddamn fucking kiss! He drank the last of his soda and put the glass down with a hand that shook. Shit, his whole body was shaking…from desire. During the kiss, he'd turned and faced the bar in an effort to calm himself down enough so he could walk out without embarrassing himself.

His smile was bitter. The only guy he wanted in here was involved with someone he damned well couldn't compete with. Fuck! He was so hard, he hurt, but if he could just hobble outside, maybe the cold air would help. He looked up to call the Bartender to settle his bill, but the words died in his throat as he saw the `Tender nod in his direction and his wet dream look that same direction.

Gray shadows. That's the color of his eyes, gray like shadows on the moon, was Chris' random thought.

He tried to swallow, but all the spit in his mouth had dried up, leaving it desert-like. “H-hello,” he got out. Weak, my God, man, that was so weak!

“Who hides you from the Hive?”

“W-what?” Those moon-colored eyes narrowed.

“You cannot possibly be that naïve.” Okay, so the man was hot but irritating.

“Look, man—”

”Think; how many have spoken to you, or even looked at you since you've arrived here?” Chris started to say, `lots', but realized that no one since the femme dude had even looked his way, outside of the Bartender.

Tanis watched as those lovely blue eyes filled with confusion. Lovely innocent blue eyes and it was up to him to keep them that way.

“Serene, take him out of here.”

“Aye-aye!”

“No!” Wide green eyes and narrowed moon ones stared at Chris. “I-I mean, I'll go, but only if he takes me,” he stammered indicating Tanislav.

“Oh-ho! So that's how things swing!” Serene's grin was wide and her eyes sparkling. Tanis glared at both of them, but was bound by the damn rules.

“Fine! Serene, take over here and get the rest of the enforcers placed. Find that fool-idiot, Galen. Post him at the back—toilet duty.”

“Ooooh, he pissed you off, huh?” At his glare she straightened and saluted. “Aye-aye, fearless leader!” He glared at her again for emphasis, and then grunted to Chris. “Come on.” Chris started to leave a wad of bills for the cokes when a hand grabbed his. Chris looked up into moon colored eyes.

“Leave it.” Moon-man nodded to Serene, released Chris and preceded him out the door. “Stay close.” Love to, thought Chris and immediately rolled his eyes at his corniness as he hurried to keep up.

“Are we taking your ride?” Moon man's eyes gleamed in the night.

“No. Cars make me feel…confined.”

“Oh.” They walked in silence until they were a little ways past the club and moon-man stopped.

“Your residence?”

“Huh?”

“I need the address of your residence.”

“You don't have to take me home,” just take me! Dammit, shut up! Chris admonished his inner voice.

“Yes, I do.”

Chris studied him for a second. “What's your name?” Though he couldn't see the man's face in the shadows, he could sense his hesitation.

“Tanis—Tanislav.”

“That sounds foreign.”

“It is.” More so than you think, thought Tanis.

“I'm Chris,” he held out his hand and Tanis gazed at it as if it were a striking snake before grasping it briefly and letting it go. Chris gave him his address and they started walking in silence with Tanis at his back.

“You are not to go back there.”

“Huh?” Chris slowly came out of his porno daydream featuring Tanis. “Why?”

“The one who cloaked you will try to own you. You must stay away at least until the next solstice.”

“Are you speaking English? Because, you know, you really aren't making much sense. I mean it's just a club…and,” he turned to face him while walking backwards, “what the hell is cloaking?”

Rough hands pushed him into an alley and suddenly his back was against a wall and his front was against a very angry Tanis. “You have no idea what you are fucking with, little boy!” He snarled, “That `club' is a Hole for my Hive!”

“Hive? Hive of—”

“Vampires, demons and other things that go bump in the night!”

“I don't believe you.”

Tanis hissed at him allowing him to see his elongated incisors and the unnatural light behind his moon-colored eyes.

"Holy shit!" breathed Chris, seeing, but not really believing.

"Not so holy." growled Tanis, "The person who cloaked you—who hid you from the rest of the Hive did so for his own personal and more than likely nefarious reasons. Like watching the entire Hive have their way with y—"

"Kiss me!" Chris' eyes widened had he really said that? Yeah he had and he meant it.

Tanis came to a stuttering halt and released him. "What did you say?" Tanis was suddenly surrounded by Chris' smell. It was a combination of innocence and desire that was clouding his thinking.

"Kiss me!" Now it was Chris who was on the offensive as he took a step toward Tanis who backed up a step. "I went into that club because I was looking for something—no, someone who made me feel…something! Do you know what it's like not being able to be yourself? I like guys! The only person who knows this lives 2000 miles away!"

"Chris," Tanis tried to stop him but waves of desire were beginning to swamp his senses.

"No! Everyone in that club was kill-me-dead-gorgeous—including Serine, but the only person who made me want was you!" He'd now backed a heavily breathing Tanis up against a wall. "So I want you to kiss me." He finished softly his breath mingling with Tanislav's. "And afterward," Chris swallowed, "afterward I want you to make love to me."

"You have no idea what you're asking," Tanislav was having trouble focusing. The scent of Chris' desire was overwhelming.

"Kiss me Tanislav."

"You're saying my name wrong," but Tanis stopped at correcting him. It sounded like he was saying 'Tanis-love'. Tanis eyes closed and he felt Chris' breath on his mouth—could taste him…and his control was weakening. "It's been so long..." Then their mouths met; their tongues tangled and normal thoughts stopped.

"My god! My god! My god! My brain is frying!" was Chris' only barely coherent thought.

Tanis' wasn't doing much better. "Just a little more...I'll just taste just a little more of him..."

He ripped his mouth from Chris' and buried his face in the crook of his neck and shoulder trying to gather the frayed edges of his self-control together. He could actually feel the blood rushing through Chris' veins and that started an entirely different hunger. Tanis' fingers tightened involuntarily on his shoulders and Chris moaned in response. Tanis whipped his hands off and jerked back.

"I'm sorry...sorry," Tanis was breathing heavy and Chris was having trouble focusing his eyes but that was the last thing he wanted to hear.

"I didn't do it right, did I." Water filled his eyes. God I'm gonna start bawling like a baby. "Fuck it," he turned and began to run.

"No wait--Chris!" Tanis closed his eyes in an attempt to regain control. Next, he took some deep breaths and focused until the world narrowed to only the scent of Chris—his heartbeat. "There you are," he whispered. He then opened his eyes and flew.