Dancing In the Shadows

-Original Fiction-

Master and Servant

by Shuuki and Pookie

(characters from Skin Deep, Tennis, and A Vampire Story)

We join Aaron, Adam, Sean, Pooks, and Shuuks who met one night on the streets of the city... Red clouds have begun spreading over the face of the moon.

Adam shivered and looked up, his brother Aaron following his gaze. “Oh geez, we’d better go. Bye Sean. Sorry!” The blue-haired boy waved before dragging Adam away by the wrist.

Sean smiled politely, suppressing a shiver of his own and waved after them. “Ah... yes. Good bye then... I think I’ll be doing the same very shortly.”

“Awwww.” Shuuki’s pout was interrupted by a poke in the ribs.

Pooks was pointing to the moon with a smirk. “Aaron got spooked by that.”

“Ah,” Shuuki replied. “No I think Davin must have told Aaron to watch out.”

A deep voice from above cut through the conversation. “Leaving so soon, Sean my dear?”

The sound of it froze the blonde boy on the spot, and he was barely able to lift his head toward the rooftops.

The two girls followed the sound as well, excitement pumping through them. “I know who that is,” said Shuuki. Pookie had latched onto her friend’s arm in an effort not to jump up and down. “Chanserv!”

The silhouette of a lean figure stood framed against the full moon, his long coat billowing in the wind. Sean swallowed at the unexpected sight, completely mesmerized. In the blink of an eye the figure was there one moment, gone the next. He suddenly appeared in front of Sean, a smirk on his handsome face. “I was looking forward to getting acquainted again, young Master.” Sean reeled backward with a surprised gasp, panting lightly as a strong arm caught him by the waist. Chanserv pulled him close. “Careful, Master Sean.”

A blush crept into the boy’s cheeks as he said his thanks. “Ah, thank you sir...”

The early autumn breeze slid through the vampire’s long golden hair. A sensuous smile pulled back over his fangs, “You are most welcome, young Master.”

Sean squirmed nervously in the man’s unmoving grasp. “Ah, sir?”

Chanserv seemed to take little notice as he gazed deep into Sean’s lovely gray eyes. “Come with me... It is unsafe for young Master to be out alone at this hour.”

The man’s blue eyes seemed to grip something inside of him. Sean opened his mouth to protest but found himself able only to nod weakly in response. “Ah yes... Thank you for your concern.”

The girls had moved to the edge of the sidewalk, watching this little exchange with fangirlish interest. Chanserv straightened with a satisfied sound and with a swipe of his coat the pair was gone – earning a yelp of despair from Shuuki and Pooks.

“Araa?! Quick Pooks! We’ve got to follow them!”

“Gahh! Chanserv no baka! Follow them where Shuuks??”

“Don’t worry! He’s my boy; I can find him!”

“Then let’s go!!”

Shuuki grabbed Pooks’s hand, bolting across the street to a parish door and pulling Pooks through. The two popped out in the hallway of a lavish hotel. Shuuki grinned, “I love being the author. Time and space warp is fun.”

“As long as we dun get there too late my dear,” laughed Pookie.

“This way!” Shuuki rushed through the various corridors of hotel rooms, finally stopping at an unnumbered door. The door opened with a soft click onto a dark, spacious room. Glass doors to a moonlit balcony stood open, long curtains fluttering on either side. A king-sized bed lay to their right, adorned in thick silk quilting and innumerable pillows. Shuuki lead Pooks to a velvet-covered couch nestled in shadow on the opposite end of the room. The girls took a seat, Shuuki watching the balcony and Pooks admiring the room. Shuuki muttered under her breath, “Any minute now...”

A figure landed gracefully on the balcony, striding slowly into the room, and depositing someone onto the bed. Chanserv seated himself on the mattress next to his bewildered guest. “Where... are we?”

Chanserv smiled down at Sean, “Just a little place I keep in this city.”

Sean caught Chanserv’s smile and found himself blushing once again. He quickly looked away, occupying his eyes with the room. “Ah I see... It’s very nice...”

“I’m glad to hear you say that...” Chanserv took a hold of Sean’s chin and directed his gaze back to his face. The vampire’s eyes seemed to emit their own red light in the darkness. “...because you’ll be spending some time here.”

Sean could feel himself sink again into that stare. “What do you mean?” He tried to pull away weakly, his body quaking in the man’s mere presence. “I have to get home...”

Chanserv held Sean’s eyes, enjoying the quiver of the boy’s body as it shivered up through his hand. He caressed Sean’s face with his fingers and leaned in closer. “That can wait, can’t it Sean?”

Sean could feel his eyelids flutter closed at the soft touch, and tried to resist the urge to lean into it. “But...” he whispered. He could feel Chanserv’s fingers sliding up his cheek and through his short blond hair.

The vampire bent close enough to brush Sean’s lips with his own. “Can’t it, Sean?”

A whimper shivered between their mouths as the boy breathed his answer. “Yes...”

Chanserv forced Sean down onto the comforter, hands delicately moving over the fabric of his shirt. “You will do as I please tonight...”

Sean found himself unable to resist and opened his eyes on the figure hovering over him. He bit his bottom lip, trying to keep the words from slipping out. “Yes... Master...”

A serge of arousal coursed through the vampire at the submission. He trailed his fingertips down Sean’s neck possessively, snaking a hand to the scruff and tilting Sean’s head to the side. He tore the boy’s collar easily with his free hand and ran the tip of his tongue along the tendon of his pale throat. Sean tilted his head obediently, moaning as his body flared under the vampire’s caress. It was all Chanserv could do to control his growing hunger as the boy surrendered so willingly under him. “I will savor this one,” he thought. He drew back from his prey and loosened his own collar. “Sit up,” he ordered.

Sean sat up swiftly, catching sight of Chanserv’s muscular build through the folds of his open shirt. A sensuous voice commanded, “Undress... slowly. I want to watch you.” The boy nodded slowly and began to unfasten the top buttons of his shirt. “Yes, Master...” He ran a hand tentatively across his chest, pushing the fabric over one shoulder. His eyes were fixed on Chanserv’s defined torso as he ran a hand down one arm, pulling the sleeve as far as it could go. He lowered his hand to the bottom of his shirt and finished unbuttoning, his fingers gradually moving up his chest. Shades of crimson seeped into Chanserv’s clear blue eyes as he watched his prey, marking where he would wound that white skin.

The boy finished his sensual display by running his hand along his neck and down his other shoulder, the thin fabric of his shirt slipping off easily. He looked to his Master, smooth body now exposed as his shirt pooled about him. But his Master granted him no word, merely nodding for him to continue. “Bare yourself to me boy...”

The sound of silk against cotton seemed to echo in the silence of the vast hotel room as Sean slipped off the bed and stood before his seducer. His hands grasped his belt buckle, unthreading and pulling it out, his eyes never leaving Chanserv’s. He tossed the belt aside and struggled to dislodge the button of his kakis. The light fabric slipped down easily as Sean kicked his pants away.

Chanserv smirked behind his hand as he watched, hunger and desire building as the boy stripped with trembling hands. His eyes narrowed as Sean hesitated, leveling a dangerous look that allowed no question. Sean swallowed audibly, quickly nodding his understanding. He barely remembered not to hurry as he removed his last piece of clothing. His hands instinctively covered himself as he stood before his Master, battling not to avert his eyes, face flushed red. Crimson blue eyes flicked down to Sean’s hands and back to his face in a silent command. The boy sucked in a shaky breath and moved his hands away, letting them drop to his sides.

The vampire sat motionless on the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming over the naked beauty before him. Sean could feel himself blush harder as Chanserv drank him in. “Master...?” he asked in a small voice, praying for his owner’s approval. Chanserv continued to indulge in the sight of the blushing boy, the moonlight illuminating his platinum locks, his unearthly gray eyes shining like small moons. He held his tongue for a moment longer, thoroughly enjoying Sean’s nervous exposure. When he finally decided the boy was at his limit he spoke, rich voice floating across the room. “Do you wish to please your Master?”

Sean drank in the voice and nodded eagerly. “Yes, Master... Please tell me how.”

Chanserv removed his hand from his face to reveal a fanged smile and gestured for Sean to approach. “Come then.”

Fear and a growing need to please this golden-haired vampire clashed inside of Sean as he obeyed. Chanserv lifted his long fingers to the boy’s cheek as he stopped between his knees, blood quickening as he sensed the fear inside him. “Are you afraid?”

Sean nodded, his body shivering lightly. “Yes...”

The vampire’s feral grin split wider. “Good. You should be....” With those words he dragged his fangs lightly over the pulse of Sean’s neck, pulling a long moan from his pet’s throat. He ran his tongue over the double scratches left behind, lapping downward over Sean’s neck and to his chest.

“Aahhh...” Sean grasped Chanserv’s shoulder to steady himself as his body began to burn under the vampire’s tongue.

Chanserv laved a pale pink bud while pinching the other sharply between his thumb and forefinger. He gave his next command in a husky voice, pulling his head back to watch the boy’s face. “Beg your Master for his touch.”

Sean was gasping, his head falling backwards, hands gripping Chanserv harder. “Master...” he managed between pants, “...more...” The line between pain and pleasure began to blur as Chanserv tormented him. “Please... ahh... touch me...” His plea was rewarded as the vampire released his taut nipples, Sean answering with a long moan of relief and pleasure. Chanserv ran a flattened palm over the boy’s hairless chest and slid it down his supple stomach, his other hand winding around to Sean’s spine, nails dragging lightly down his back. “Touch you where?”

“Unn... Every...where... Please...”

Chanserv leaned closer and grabbed the shell of Sean’s ear with his teeth, nibbling sharply. “What will you give Master in return?”

Sean stifled a cry at the sudden sharp pain. His voice choked with growing need, “Anything... Anything Master desires...”

Chanserv drew the small body to his and stroked Sean’s rear, pinching between caresses. He traced the ridges of one ear with his hot, wet tongue. “Renounce Kyle. Tell me he means nothing.”

A flash of alarm shocked across the boy’s face, receding just as quickly. His body had already surrendered but he fought to hold his tongue against the command.

Chanserv began a trail of kisses along Sean’s jaw line to his mouth, stopping to tease Sean’s bottom lip with his expert tongue. The vampire looked deep into the boy’s hazy gray eyes. “Master will take no less from his servant.” His voice dropped to a dark whisper. “Say it.”

Sean whimpered softly as he gazed into Chanserv’s eyes. “Kyle... means...” He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, preventing the last word from forming.

Chanserv brought his hand down past Sean’s stomach, trailing circles around his stiffening manhood, denying him contact. “Master...” Sean cried needily. The other hand remained on Sean’s rear, stroking until one finger reached the crease and stopped, lingering suggestively at the opening. The final word formed like a cry from deep within Sean as he opened his mouth. “...nothing!”

Chanserv’s eyes widened in heady satisfaction as the boy broke under him, and he rewarded him with heavy stroke along his sac and up the length of his hard arousal. “Yes... Such a good servant,” he murmured.

Sean tossed his head back in a silent cry of pleasure, his hips instinctively thrusting forward into Chanserv’s hand.

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

“Then say it again.”

Sean whimpered. “Master... please...”

“Say it!”

A slender finger began to work between the boy’s cheeks, probing the hidden bud within. Sean gasped and repeated breathlessly, “He... means nothing... Master...” and was rewarded again as Chanserv took hold of his swollen manhood. He began to pump slowly, building the rhythm in harmony with his questing finger. Sean’s desire had all but consumed him and he thrust wantonly into Chanserv’s hand. “Unn! Yes... Master...”

A powerful wave of lust washed over the vampire as he watched his prey, blush-stained, will surrendered, and in the throes of ecstasy. An unconscious tongue flicked over his fangs as he felt the boy’s erratic pulse throb against his palm; his vampire eyes could see it beating in Sean’s strained neck. An unnatural voice breathed, “I will kill you...”

The words and their meaning were lost on Sean. He could barely hear the voice as he continued thrusting in the vampire’s hand, seeking his release. “Master...”

Chanserv stabbed his finger deeper inside the boy, pulling and pushing in time to his strokes. “Not yet... almost...” he thought to himself.

The room was filled with Sean’s moans, his body is racked with sensation. “More... please...” He sensed himself rapidly reaching his limit, his body ready to explode. But his cries of pleasure suddenly turned to pain as Chanserv slowed his strokes and clamped a thumb over the head of the boy’s ready cock. Sean whined loudly as he was denied his pleasure and he turned alarmed eyes on his master. “Master? Why?...”

Chanserv shushed the boy’s plaintive protests and pushed him down on all fours on the wide bed. With a grunt he freed himself from the confines of his trousers and tossed them aside. Sean bent over on the bed obediently, his body shivering with anticipation as he watched his Master undress himself. The vampire slid up behind his prey, his hard length rubbing against the boy’s leg, a moan escaping Sean as the hot hard flesh brushed him. He gasped as Chanserv began painting eager trails of precum along his taint and across his rear, eventually coming to rest against the taut opening. “Beg me, pretty servant. Beg me for pain.”

Sean thrust backward toward his captor, offering himself without hesitation. “Master please! Hurt me... Please... take me now...” And without hesitation the man plunged himself brutally into his little lover, sighing with pleasure as he was suddenly encased in tight heat. Even as the boy screamed out, even as tears escaped his tightly shut eyes, Chanserv gave the boy no time to adjust. He pulled Sean up into a kneeling position and caressed his chest with one hand. The other hand steadied the boy as the vampire began to thrust.

Sean’s head swam at the sharp pain coursing through him. He felt as if he were falling as his Master bowed him backward, but his back met the warmth of Chanserv’s broad chest and graceful hands began tormenting a nipple. “Ahhh! More... Master!” the boy cried hoarsely. Every nerve in his body burned with sweet agony, singing with the medley of pain and pleasure.

The vampire’s bloodlust raged through his body, overwhelming his inflamed senses. He called out, his voice an unearthly mix of sensuous beauty and feral hunger, “Beg me to kill you.”

Sean’s blood froze at the sound before suddenly igniting as Chanserv’s hand resumed its expert rhythm around his length. He thrust his body in time with Chanserv’s strokes, ready to explode. “Master... please... kill me now!” The vampire wasted no moment as he sank his fangs into the boy’s neck, stroking and drawing his blood in an elegant frenzy. Sean threw his head back, exposing more of his neck, drowning in the sensation as he was hurled over the edge. “Master... I... I... Ahhhh!” A long cry escaped him as he came, his seed spilling from him in long, silky threads.

The Master followed his servant, moaning into the youth’s bloody neck as he pumped himself into Sean’s body. He held the boy to him, breath heavy with release and euphoria, body shuddering with pleasure as Sean crumpled limply in his Master’s arms, spasms of pleasure still shaking his entire body. Chanserv continued to hold his spent prey, licking the remaining bloodstains from the boy’s neck and uttering satisfied groans as he savored him. Sean rolled his head lightly, small moans escaping him as his Master bathed him with his tongue. After a few moments, Chanserv dislodged himself from his prey and laid the limp body down on the bed, Sean sighing pleasurably as he looked up to his Master, watching the mad glint in his eyes recede. Chanserv smiled down at his willing prey. “You gave yourself willingly to Master... and you will come again when I call...”

“Yes, Master.”

“But for now you need not remember tonight.” The golden-haired man leaned down and captured the boy’s lips with his own, kissing him deeply. “Bury it deep down my pretty slave... until we meet again...” Sean returned the vampire’s kiss, his thoughts scattering under the creature’s spell. After a moment Chanserv sat back up, admiring the boy’s slumbering face. “…my marred little angel.”

Fin