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Uthe chuckled at that, exasperated, but as Kel's arms circled him, palms heated against his back, he inhaled the scent of him. He remembered the last scent he'd had of Keldwyn in the Shattered World. Dust, sweat and blood. Now it was sunshine and warm earth.
In this position, he discovered the patch of grass on which they were lying was just inside the entrance to a cave. The ceiling of the cave was covered with color, crystals and pieces of stained glass, pressed in different patterns into the arched ceiling. Red, blue, purple, green, yellow... The rush of a waterfall had him tipping his head back further, his hand going to Keldwyn's hair as the Fae Lord's mouth slid along his own bared throat. There was a waterfall in the cave, a deep pool. "So why are we still here? You said you were banished..."
"It's like your TV westerns. The sheriff, my Queen, gave us one full day to depart once you woke."
Uthe studied the cave ceiling. "Evan would donate a limb to see this. How was it created?"
"When the Fae moved more freely in your world, there were a group of them attracted to stained glass. Many Fae are like birds. We like shiny things." Keldwyn smiled against his throat, and Uthe's body yearned toward him as Kel scraped him with his teeth. The Fae Lord dropped his touch to grip Uthe's buttock and bring him closer. "As wars and violence destroyed your churches, they would collect pieces of it and bring them here. I suspect there are bits from the Holy Land and Templar churches, places you've visited. Which is why I thought you might enjoy it. There are also crystals, collected from secret, magical places in the earth that human development was getting too close to disrupting. So this is a holy place in many ways, a place of memory and preservation. Of what beauty undisturbed can be."
Keldwyn cupped the back of his head, bringing Uthe's gaze back to him. "I would like to see your hair long, Varick. Will your Rule allow you to grow it out for me?"
"No. But I think it is all right now to put my mantle aside and please my earthly Master, embrace the gift the Lord has given me. As long as..."
"As long as it doesn't conflict with God's will."
Uthe thought of what Jean-Claude had said. "As long as the spirit of being a Templar is always honored and served."
He'd accomplished his mission. He'd served the will of God. Now he could serve the will of his Master with a clear conscience. Uthe let Keldwyn see it in his face, his touch, and was rewarded by what he saw in return.
"I do not foresee you having any trouble with that, my lord," Kel said. "You are one of the most honorable and devout males I've ever met. Tediously so. I think I've mentioned that several times."
"You said my faith gave you hives."
"I've learned to adapt." As they'd been speaking, Kel was plucking the ribbons from him, as if Uthe was a package he was unwrapping. Tossing them aside, Kel stroked Uthe's nape and then turned his attention toward the stained glass, exposing his own throat once more. "Sink your fangs into me, vampire. I want to feed you, because once you regain your strength, I am going to fuck you into oblivion in this magical, holy place."
A matter-of-fact statement laced with an implacable demand, sending a surge of reaction through Uthe. When Keldwyn swept another unsmiling glance over him, a trace of impatience in his gaze, Uthe was fairly sure if he didn't feed, Kel would still fuck him senseless. He was giving him a few moments of courtesy, but he wasn't going to wait.
"Is that why I'm naked?"
"I washed you, in the pool. You had wounds that took longer to heal, even with my blood. Particularly this one." He put his hand over Uthe's heart, drawing his gaze to the place the dagger and Spear had both pierced. "I kept you naked because your body was warm to the touch. I also kept you that way for my own pleasure, so I could touch you as I desired, see your reactions to my caresses."
Uthe had been caught in the languor of near death, but now his Master was calling him back to life, offering him the sustenance he needed before he took what he wanted from him. His gut and heart leaped in anticipation of it like a dog on his Master's leash.
Keldwyn's gaze intensified at that imagery, his fingers sliding around Uthe's throat. "I really must learn to stay in your head as often as possible," he murmured. "But as intriguing as that is, I don't need such bindings between us, do I? I will not tell you again. Feed."
Uthe pushed up onto an elbow. The male's arm tightened around his back, his hand once again taking a firm grip on Uthe's ass. It steadied and unbalanced him at once. Uthe slid his mouth over the pulsing artery, the autumn scent of Kel's flesh, and bit. Deep, no holding back. He growled in response as Kel pressed him harder against the Fae's long, strong body, wearing too many clothes.
God in Heaven, his blood was sweet, vital. Uthe was gulping like a fledgling, as if he'd been starved for days. Fortunately long habit had him easing up when needed. But as he fed, his hands had been sweeping over Kel, fingers curling in his shirt, his thighs pressing against the Fae's. When he decided to drop his hands to grip Kel's fine, narrow ass, the Fae rolled them so he was on top of Uthe. Uthe retracted his fangs and Keldwyn dipped his head to take over his mouth with a demanding kiss while he reached down to capture his cock and work it in his strong grasp. Uthe pressed into his touch, and Kel tore his mouth away, proceeding to devour Uthe one inch of flesh at a time.
Uthe writhed against the pleasure of it, shocked by the sudden ferocity of the Fae's demands. Kel bit his nipple hard enough to have him arching and jerking, and then moved down to replace the grip of his hand with the heated cavern of his mouth. Kel's hands slid under him, opening his thighs, cradling his buttocks. He paused long enough to put two of his fingers in his own mouth, making them slick enough to ease them into Uthe's backside and play. He bucked even more, groaning with pleasure. Kel's blood was tingling through every limb, through his torso and rushing into head and cock, pushing his mind past thought and into sheer pleasure.
Despite Uthe's best attempts to hold him, Keldwyn drew back and turned Uthe over. He continued his sensual attack, setting his teeth to Uthe's throat and shoulder as he pushed his cock against Uthe's ass, a promise and a threat. His knee pressed against his testicles, a mute command to bring him up on his knees, but Kel kept his hand on his nape as he rose above him.
"Stay on your elbows, Varick. I like you in this position."
Uthe groaned again as Kel parted his cheeks, putting his mouth there to lube Uthe up with his own saliva, preparing him for being taken. When he heard Kel shifting to take off his shirt and unlace his leggings, he shuddered. He was fucking trembling. The significance of all of it was crashing down on him. Kel had allowed a vampire to feed from him, and would continue to do so for the foreseeable future, at least until the dubious wisdom of it hit him and he wisely changed his mind about that. Uthe was his, but both of them would be completely outside the bounds and rules of their respective worlds.
They'd just survived the Shattered World and sent a demon back to Hell. Really, how scary could any of the rest of it be?
Kel dropped down over him, chest pressing into his back. His chest hair teased Uthe's skin. "I can be quite scary, Lord Uthe," he said pleasantly. "You haven't seen even a shadow of what I can be. Keep thinking that I'll back away from what I feel for you because of the differences in our species, and you will see that side of me sooner rather than later."
He guided himself into Uthe's backside and, as the muscles released, he shoved in, wresting a grunt of pleasure and discomfort from Uthe. He held there, deep and tight, and wound an arm over Uthe's chest, an iron bar that made it clear just how strong he was.
Now listen and listen well. I will speak it in your mind so you can brand it on your heart and soul. I am fifteen fucking hundred years old. I have been in love, I've had my heart broken. I've lost children. I know what I am and what I want. I want your third mark. I want you, Lord Uthe, as long as the
powers greater than both our worlds permit it. Yet should they or anyone else ever try to take you away from me, either in mind or body, they will see just how truly powerful and capable of destruction I am.
"Do you understand?"
He punctuated that with a thrust that was intended to hurt, and a curse escaped Uthe's lips. "Understood, my lord. No offense intended."
"Oh, I want you to offend me, Varick. Believe me, I relish the opportunities that your offenses will provide the both of us." He eased up then, though, dropping a kiss on Uthe's nape. He still had on his leggings and boots, and Uthe wished he was equally naked, so he could feel every inch of his flesh against his own. Keldwyn withdrew from him, touched his back.
"Then come attend to that."
Uthe straightened. His ass was smarting, his cock was throbbing, but he was far steadier now with the Fae's blood in him. Kel's own organ sat up thick and mouthwatering between his thighs, the leggings open and framing the thickness of it. Uthe was still trembling. He couldn't get over that, but he'd never seen Kel quite like this, so unleashed and demanding, his eyes burning. Magic sparked off his skin, making it obvious how easily he could overwhelm and overpower Uthe. Uthe's response, rather than wariness or a need to counter such strength with whatever wits he could summon, was to surrender to it, revel in it. Enjoy it fully for once. To trust another with all that he was.
Perhaps it was the Ennui that made him that foolish. Maybe he was just tired of always having to be on his guard. Or perhaps it was something else.
He was in love.
He'd always viewed that idea with a certain detachment, his intellectual grasp of immortality saying such feelings would run their course. He now knew that wasn't the case.
Submitting to another's dominance was not even the most startling part of it, because if he examined his life with a brutal honesty--and he always did--he'd sought the Templar Order as an attempt to escape the squeezing torment upon his soul from his life with his father. The children, patricide. He'd surrendered what he was to find a way out of that turmoil. He'd desperately sought a sense of purpose for fear he'd be sucked into the blood and death of that time and never escape, becoming like his father. With the Ennui, he faced that possibility. Except he knew he wouldn't reach the same lows as his father had, because Keldwyn wouldn't permit it. He could trust Kel to do what needed to be done.
