Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ IMMORTALS ❯ CHAPTER THREE ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

CHAPTER THREE:

 

 

In his turret room, Syn sat in the window watching the clouds float by. Taking another long drag off the cigarette he held limp in his hands, he waited for his mind to clear. He hated his gift, he hated his life, he hated what he could do to people - his own and others. It was what kept him alive when he was on his own, but now it just left a bad taste in his mouth.

 

“Those are bad for you.”

 

Syn sighed and closed his eyes briefly before turning to greet his visitor. Carmen was one of the young ones. She had been found by Harlot during a trip to the southern countries. It was never spoken as to where she originated or who her sire was but she had been alone when Harlot found her.

 

“Can't kill what barely lives.” Syn sneered.

 

Carmen sighed and bounded over to the long haired boy. Removing the cigarette from his hand, she took a drag before throwing it out the open window.

 

 

“Life is what you make of it.” She whispered before she licked his jaw.

 

Syn jerked away. “Not now, Carmen.”

 

She smiled as he moved to the bed and flopped down on it. Even when he wasn't trying, Syn moved with a grace that no other could ever learn. He was a walking, talking, embodiment of sex and pleasure. It was a fight to not touch him.

 

“So you found Chorus, huh?” Carmen stretched before slipping to lay on the foot of the bed. “What's he like?”

 

Syn watched the girl as she rolled cat-like on the foot of his bed. He sighed and moved his feet out of her way. “What do you want, Carmen?”

 

Carmen smiled and came up on her knees. Crawling forward she leaned on her arms on his raised knees before raising coy amber eyes to meet his. Licking her lips she leaned into him. “What's he like?”

 

Syn rolled his eyes. He was not up to this.

 

“He'd eat you up and spit you out without ever knowing he'd had a meal.”

 

 

Carmen wrinkled her nose but did not move away. Reaching out a hand, she stroked her fingertip slowly down Syn's arm before she spoke again. “Do you think he'll stay this time?”

 

Syn held himself still. He hated it when one of them cornered him. They thought that he was nothing, that he was weak but they forgot what happened when he didn't

want to be touched. What happened when he was cornered.

 

“Get off, Carmen.”

 

Carmen smiled and coyly worked her eyes up to his and froze when she saw that they were glowing. Slowly she pushed herself up and away and moved to stand near the window before she spoke again. “No need to get pissy. I just wanted to know. . .”

 

“You just wanted to see if you could get into my pants by way of Chorus's high.” Syn growled. “Go away. See if one of the others wants to play, I'm not in the mood.”

 

Carmen turned and left, trying desperately not to look as if she were running.

 

Syn sighed. With a growl, he jumped up and ran toward the window, flying out into the darkening sky.

 

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“So how was your day?” Emily March was a petite woman with layered blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was a beautiful woman by any standards, even dressed in such mundane clothes as a t-shirt and jeans.

 

Kenneth could not help but smile as he watched her serve up the dinner she'd cooked and kept warm for him. He still often pinched himself with wonder at the fact that she chose him to wed, when he felt she could have done so much better.

 

“Kenneth?”

 

Shaking his head, he scooped up some mashed potatoes before answering her question with the more normal parts of his day. “The class is going really well. I hope that by the end of the week the students will be asking more questions than sitting there like lumps.”

 

Emily smiled at his words. “You're a wonderful teacher and soon you'll be a wonderful full time Professor in that college.”

 

 

Kenneth laughed at her optimism. He knew he was years away from tenure, but it was good to talk positive. “I know.”

 

A knock on the door interrupted him before he could continue.

 

“Who could that be?” Emily went to stand, but Kenneth stopped her. Something told him that he should be the one to answer the door.

 

Rising quickly he laid his napkin beside his plate and moved to the door. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. He was startled to see Syn standing there. His head was bowed, his arms were holding the door frame, and he was breathing hard.

 

“Syn?”

 

The boy's head snapped up and Kenneth gasped as eyes that glowed purple locked with his own. He was forced back two steps as the boy advanced, the slamming of the door breaking the boy's hold.

 

“Honey, who is it?”

 

Kenneth watched helplessly as Emily stepped into the room with a soft smile to face a boy who looked more like a fallen angel than a friend. Syn turned to face her meeting her gaze with his own.

 

“Emily.”

 

Kenneth was shocked by his soft word and shook as Emily continued to smile as she moved forward. Confused he looked back at the boy to see his smile had turned feral.

 

“No!” He pushed at the boy and grabbed Emily by the arm, dragging her back into the dining room.

 

“Naughty, naughty.” The softly whispered words startled them both as the boy slowly eased around the corner.

 

Kenneth moved as fast as he could to protect his wife, but the boy was faster. Before he knew it, he'd been thrown across the dining room and sat dazed against the wall watching as the boy leaned over his wife. Slowly standing, he thought he was watching a vampire feast on her life force and rushed forward to stop it before she died; he was wrong.

 

Syn turned and grabbed him by the throat as he released the woman in his arms. She stood limply, but holding upright as he pulled Kenneth forward; the man's fear palpable. Smiling, he brought his lips to the stunned Professors and kissed him, hard.

 

 

Kenneth gasped, allowing the boy to deepen the kiss and invade his mouth with his tongue. At the first swipe of the more intimate kiss, Kenneth's mind swam with images of the past and presents. Couples, families, death, and births all swam by so fast that he could barely comprehend it all. His body began to sag in the boy's arms and his eyes slid closed as the kiss went on until finally it was only that- a kiss.

 

Syn knew the second the transfer was complete and slowly drew back. He heard the moan as he withdrew and backed away. He smiled when he looked into the closed and compliant face of his prey; then shook his head to shut that thought away. These people were not his prey, they were his finality. Pulling out of Kenneth's arms, he left him standing with the same dazed look as his wife.

 

Stepping back, he reached out and cupped a cheek. Their eyes opened and he could tell they were his.

 

“What do you want?” he whispered as his fingers caressed their skin.

 

Emily smiled and laid a hand over his. “To please you.”

 

“To make you happy.” Kenneth added as he lay his hand on Syn's arm.

 

Shaking his head slowly, Syn drew them with him. He'd scooped out the house before he'd rang and knew where all the rooms were. Leading them carefully, he headed for the master bedroom. Leaving them standing at the foot of their bed, he toured the room carefully before returning to the entranced couple.

 

Leaning forward he kissed them both quickly, then guided Emily to a mirror. Placing her before him, he caressed her body with his hands. Breasts, hips, thighs, stomach, until she was moaning and begging him with her eyes. Kissing her shoulder, he began to whisper softly to her.

 

“This is only a dream. Your dinner was wonderful, but you decided not to clean up. Instead you and Kenneth retired to this room to make love and consummate the union of your ring.” She moaned as his hands continued to caress her until she was naked and trembling. “His hands touched you all over, caressing your breasts until you could barely stand his touch.” His hands followed his words as he spoke softly into her ear. Her dazed eyes following his hands as he touched her. “Caressing your thighs, making you wet with wanting.”

 

Syn licked the sweat from her shoulder, before continuing. “Your legs spread to admit him. You want his touch, his body, his love.” Her legs opened to admit his hand between her thighs. She was wet and moaning, wanting his touch and as he sank his fingers into her, she gave herself over.

 

 

“His body moves inside of you, hard and fast.” Syn worked her body with his fingers, making her mindless. In her mind she lay with her husband, feeling his hands and body touching hers. “He moans in your ear and kissed your lips, suckles your breasts, and fills you completely.”

 

Emily's body moved, seeking pleasure from her mind and Syn's touch. She was gasping and moaning, her hands fisted in the legs of his trousers as if it were her sheets.

 

Watching her was like watching a graceful dance. She was so responsive. Her love for her husband so strong, she had no problem imagining all the things he whispered to her.

 

“Come for me.”

 

With those words, she screamed her release and let her body go. Syn wasn't surprised that it took a few minutes for her to achieve her full sexual release. She was with the man she loved; the man with whom she had conceived a child. Placing a hand over her belly, he sought the life within her womb. It was still young, but strong and it knew he who he was.

 

Smiling, he kissed her before laying her down on the bed.

 

 

“I will see that you are protected. Sleep now.” He whispered to her before stepping away and heading toward her husband.

 

Leading Kenneth over to the mirror, he slowly began to undress him before moving to stand behind him. He wasn't tall enough to whisper directly into his ear, so he spoke his words in a hushed tone.

 

“You're wife loves you very much. She is giving you the greatest gift a woman can give a man. She is giving you a child. This child is special and I have given it my protection. I am it's guardian and yours.”

 

Kenneth moaned as fingers brushed over his nipples, pinching them gently before slipping down to his waist. He shuddered as a hand wrapped around his hard shaft and began to squeeze. A tongue licked across his back as the hand slowly stroked up and down. He arched into the hand and tried to seek relief only to moan as the hand released him.

 

He shuddered as a tongue brushed over his nipples before nipping them lightly, then suckling them. He arched and sought release as the mouth moved lower. Hands brushed his thighs as a mouth whispered over his engorged member.

 

 

 

“You are loved, my dear one.” Syn murmured as he blew along the edge of the proud standing penis. “Your wife worships your body and mind with her own.” He licked the weeping tip before saying, “she wants you inside her now, Kenneth.”

 

Kenneth groaned as he was swallowed by heat. His body jerked and arched as he moved between lips that held him firmly. With several quick deep thrusts, he pushed himself into that warm crevice and released himself. Pleasure coursed through him like fire as his body seemed to float away.

 

Syn scratched his nails against the man's jerking thighs as he took all Kenneth had to give. He would have preferred to take Kenneth a different way, but the man was married and loved his wife with his soul. Thus he swallowed and hummed and used his mouth to imitate his wife. When he felt Kenneth's body relax, he slowly licked the man clean and slipped him from his mouth.

 

Licking his way back up, he stood before the dazed Professor and smiled. “You have no idea how complicated your life is about to become.”

 

Stroking his body once before he took his hand and lead him to the bed. Syn sighed as he lay the man next to his wife and covered them both. Closing his eyes, he eased his hold over them and slowly they gathered themselves into each others arms, falling into a more natural sleep.