[C][M] The Return

Cy had brought the beast into existence, as far as it was concerned the man was it's maker and it's lover all rolled into one, someone what was to be adored and desired.

His arms wrapped around the man tighter, holding him close as his fingers weaved through the length of silky hair, pulling him down by it as his mouth pressed against his more deeply.

He didn't want to let go, if he could he would lay here with the man, sprawled out on the grass embracing one another for eternity.

He pulled away from his lover for a moment, breathing a little heavily as he looked down at him.

He could see it.

The beast swirling in those green eyes. The thing that made him not-Ray. The thing that was controlling him and making him need Cy.

"Look at you," he murmured softly, fingers stroking through his hair gently.

"My little Fledgeling. Just look at you."

Rayner panted softly as he looked up at the man, his eyes warming as Cy's hand stroked through his hair and spoke to him.

"Sire..."

He murmured softly as he leaned into the fingers stroking through his hair.

His voice was gentle, full of the admiration and affection he held for the man who made him, who brought him into existence.

The beast loved him, and it would as long as it was fed and protected, it could only come out when its host was too weak to keep them alive, it was this time that they both needed Cy the most.

The beast recognised him for who he was. What he was to him.

The best knew just what he wanted; what he needed. The beast was in total control of this body.

Cy leaned down to kiss him again, hips pressing against his boy's.

He didn't want to lose this so soon.

His tongue stroked over the boy's teeth slowly.

The beast wanted control, every Vampire had felt it, fought it and learned to control it.

It was only in moments of weakness, when they lost control that the beast could take over, otherwise it was too weak to take over the hosts consciousness all together.

Rayner's body was weak, starving, the beast needed to feed, to keep this fleeting body alive or risk dying along with the host.

His hips pressed back up against him, grinding softly as he kissed Cy back.

A gentle groan passed his lips as his teeth were stroked over, his fangs extending in response to his Sire's presence.

Cy spent a long time kissing his Fledgeling, tongue caressing all four fangs in his mouth.

Four fangs. He was still in awe over that fact.

Then he pulled away, grinning down at the boy as his hands descended, pushing up his shirt a little to seek out the button of his jeans, popping it and unzipping them.

"My Fledgeling," he purred softly, hands slipping under the coarse fabric of the denim to stroke and massage him firmly.

A low growling moan passed his lips as his fangs were stroked by the man's tongue, each touch sending an ache of pure need through him, his body shuddering as he deepened the kiss.

He smiled as the man grinned down at him, his lips parted as he panted gently, staring up at the man was lust filled emerald eyes, the same eyes that had stared up at him when he had first been turned, when he had given in and begun to drink the man's blood on his own.

It had been him since then, Ray had only gained control for a moment, outside when he had gone out into the yard without permission, it had been Ray that fought against the bindings and screamed abuse at Cyneric.

But now he was gone again, replaced.

He squirmed slightly, moaning as a hand pushed down his pants and stroked him, sending a delighted shiver down his body.

Ray reached up, his hand stroking over Cy's cheek, guiding him down for another kiss.

"You're so hungry," he chuckled softly.

He wanted everything that Cy could possibly offer him and he wouldn't be content until he got all of that.

And then some.

His hand continued to pleasure him as he returned the kiss.

He wanted exactly the same as Ray wanted. He wanted everything the Fledgeling could offer him.

His free hand slid down his body, too, dragging his jeans down his thighs awkwardly.

"It's hard not to be, when you're so close."

He muttered, Cyneric fueled his hunger, his desire for the man was bound in blood, he would always want the man, in every way.

"Sire..."

He moaned as his body was stroked, he had been given blood but his body had other desires that had not been met.

He wanted to be pleasured, to be sated, but more than that, he wanted Cyneric to share in his pleasure.

He reached down, his hand stroking his Sire through his jeans, rubbing him firmly.

"You keep calling me that. I don't like it."

Sire. Master. They were all titles. He didn't like titles. "Call me Cy." Ray had asked for his name. Now he was going to damned well use it. He didn't like titles.

The Vampire's hips pressed forwards as he was rubbed over his jeans.

He leaned down, kissing the man's throat and the exposed part of his chest. Then he skipped the rest of his torso, sliding down his body until he was hovering over his clothed crotch; pulling away from the hand rubbing him.

He grinned up at Ray as he pressed a kiss to his underwear. He could feel the heat of his growing arousal under the thin fabric.

"I'm sorry, Cy."

He corrected as he looked up at the man, it was hard to resist calling him Sire, after all he knew what this man was to him, the depth of what that title meant.

His neck craned back as Cy kissed his throat, half expecting to be bitten but moaning as he moved lower and kissed his underwear.

His body tensed slightly as he looked down at him, this was far more erotic than anything he had experience, watching the man down between his thighs.

His tongue stroked over the boy's underwear slowly.

And then he paused. Just froze where he was, staring up at the Fledgeling silently.

He watched him. Like a predator watching his prey in the final moments before he struck.

His blue eyes were dark with lust and something more feral. Hunger. He wanted Ray in the purest form.

His fangs clicked into place with a quiet noise.

Rayner went still as Cyneric stared up at him like that, his breathing slowed but his heart rate picked up.

Blood pumped through his body faster, pulsing in his veins.

That look in his eyes, he knew it well, it was the look that constantly filled his, the man was hungry.

He lay still, the only movement came as Rayner parted his legs, exposing his thighs to the man, his Sire's favourite spot, he offered it up readily, the more they fed from one another, the closer he felt to him.

He purred softly when Ray's thighs parted.

Already he knew where he preferred drinking from people.

His tongue flickered out over his clothed arousal again and he pressed a kiss to his underwear before his head bowed.

He bit into his Fledgeling's thigh with no hesitation.

A purr rumbled in his chest as he swallowed the blood that flowed into his mouth.

His hand stroked up the boy's other thigh before returning to rubbing him through his clothing.

Shivers ran up his body as his arousal was licked through his underwear, his body was clearly hard beneath them.

Rayner had to muffle a cry as his thigh was bitten into, the pain from the bite wasn't bad, in fact, it made his toes curl.

Every time he was bitten by the man he could feel his body come alive, every nerve tingling with his sire's presence.

His eyes rolled back as he was rubbed through his clothing whilst being fed on, he knew he could get off just from this sensation alone.

He swallowed greedily as more blood filled his mouth.

The taste of the boy was addicting. He wanted more. He wanted to taste, touch, see and hear so much more.

He yanked the boy's underwear aside, sliding his hand under it to pump the boy firmly a few times before his fingers slid downwards.

He rubbed at his entrance slowly. Teasingly.

He wanted to hear him hiss and moan.

Rayner groaned loudly as his arousal was stroked, he loved this, feeding the man and being pleasured at the same time.

When the hand pulled away from him he couldn't help but growl lowly, his lips pulling back over his teeth.

Being teased like this was cruel so when the fingers brushed against his entrance he had to will himself not to press his thighs together and squirm.

The Vampire's lips spread into a smirk as he continued to drink.

He would be sore. Very sore.

But he didn't care.

In their state, pleasure melded into pain. He'd enjoy as much as he felt the pain from it.

He pulled away from the boy's thigh for long enough to lave his blood-covered tongue over his fingers before he returned to burying his fangs into the soft flesh.

Two fingers pushed into the boy, thrusting slowly.

Rayner's mouth fell open in a moan as Cyneric's teeth buried into his skin once again.

He felt euphoric, as if the man's fangs belonged embedded in his flesh, every time they were he felt a rush of painful pleasure spreading throughout him.

The sudden presence of fingers thrusting inside of him made the man cry out softly, his body was still so new to these touches and he had been left without a plug, or being touched there for days now, his body had to be reacquainted, and though slightly uncomfortable, his body welcomed the intrusion, like and old friend.

The beast was all about bonds and connections. Cy knew just what the beast wanted. He'd tamed and provoked the beast so many times before that he could make it rise and fall with a single movement if he wished.

He didn't want to make this beast fall. He wanted to keep it.

He wanted this beast to stay active for as long as possible. He liked having Ray so affectionate. Without the beast controlling him, he'd go back to what he used to be.

He didn't want that.

He took a few more large gulps from his Fledgeling, tongue laving over the skin to seal the wounds and clean his skin of any blood.

His fangs retracted and his bright eyes flickered up to meet Ray's as he leaned up just enough to let his tongue lave over the boy's underwear.

"You'll have to be quiet," he purred softly, pulling the boy's underwear down so he could release the boy's arousal. He pulled his fingers out of the boy for a moment so he could push the underwear down his thighs to join his jeans, before pushing his fingers into him again.

"People might hear and we can't have that," the Vampire crooned, tongue laving over hot, hardened flesh with a soft purr.

He purred loudly as he felt the blood drain from his leg, taken down into the man's throat in deep gulps, he loved it, his life was no sustaining his Sire, quenching a Vampire's never ending thirst.

Even as Cyneric's retracted Rayner's fangs remained out, long and sharp, his body forever hungry.

"I'll try."

He muttered softly, he wouldn't make any promises, not when he couldn't keep them.

Once his underwear was pushed away he moved his legs apart more, exposing his body to the man, allowing his hands and mouth free roam.

His own fingers dug into the dirt, crushing it under his grasp as he tried to keep in another keening moan, Cy's tongue against his body was driving him mad.

"Good boy."

As much as he wanted to hear the boy scream, they couldn't afford to draw any attention to themselves if there were laws against two men laying with each other.

This law would definitely annoy him over time.

They just had to work around it. They could have their outdoor moments if they continued like this; alone. They could feel the breeze. They knew someone could walk in on them. It was exciting. A risk to take. They'd have to settle with doing this rather than cuddling together as they walked around.

Shame. He didn't want to have to stop himself from cuddling against his Fledgeling.

The Vampire parted his lips around the boy's arousal, slowly drawing him into his mouth.

Rayner's body tensed as he was taken into Cy's mouth, his hunger was insatiable, he wanted more, so much more, he would eagerly take everything he was offered.

His hips rose slightly, pressing up into the man's mouth, biting his lip as he groaned, last time they had been intimate his arousal was barely touched, Cy was too wrapped up in claiming his body as his own.

Now having himself encased in the damp heat of the Vampire's mouth had him drowning in a lust that darkened his emerald eyes as they looked down, watching him move against him.

He gave the boy a firm suck, purring softly in the back of his throat.

He wanted the boy to associate feeding with the pleasure of sex. He'd be much more likely to allow the Vampire to feed in the future if his mind already associated feeding with sex now.

Cy's tongue laved over the boy's head slowly as his fingers pushed deep into him, curling and twisting.

He wanted Ray to be able to feel that his ass had been played with after this. He wanted Ray to feel it and enjoy the feeling and know that he'd been played with out in the open where people could see him at any time. He wanted the boy to remember how much of a thrill it was to do it somewhere they could get caught.

Rayner's hand tore from the grass and covered his mouth firmly, muffling himself as he cried out.

Trying to remain quiet only made him see just how much noise he made, causing his cheeks to flush brightly as he blushed.

Feeling his body being thrust into like that whilst being sucked on was immensely pleasurable, mixed with the thrill of being outside, laying beneath the stars, with the grass on his back, knowing that any moment someone could find them together so intimately.

His breath came through his nose in a heavy pant as he writhed, his body giving a needy throb as heat began to fill his body.