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Chosen
by Sean Michael
Torquere Press
Copyright ©2005 by Sean Michael
First published in www.torquerepress.com, 2007
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Chosen
by Sean Michael
Chapter One
Bast liked playing games.
It was just one of the things Trick loved about his lover. He
grinned as he settled in with some popcorn and a Star Trek
marathon.
He'd sent Bast on a chase. He'd set the whole thing up
yesterday, each clue would lead Bast somewhere else for the
next clue and eventually, back home again to find him.
Hopefully, by the time Bast found him here on their bed, his
lover would be starving and horny.
Those were a good combination.
In the meantime, he had bad TV to mock.
It wasn't long before the elevator started creaking and
whirring, distracting him from Kirk and Spock.
He looked down at his barely touched popcorn and hit time
on the remote, frowning. Surely Bast wasn't back already? He
wasn't even naked yet, let alone had the dildo he had planned
to be fucking himself with lubed up and ready to go.
The grate didn't rise; there wasn't a sound, just the yellow
light pouring out. He put aside his popcorn and stood up
slowly, but he couldn't see anyone from the bed.
He quietly made his way over to the elevator. It was
empty except for a single, blood-red rose with a tiny key
attached by a creamy ribbon, resting fragrant on the floor
Trick grinned. Not only had Bast figured him out way
earlier than he'd expected, but his lover was turning the
tables on him. Still grinning, he opened the grating and
picked up the rose, undoing the bow to get to the key. The
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little shining bit of metal was familiar, the one to a silver pair
of bonds Bast had kept for god knew how long. He turned,
heading over to their toy chest where the cuffs should be,
when the elevator headed back up.
It didn't take long to find the handcuffs, the only question
was—should he be wearing them or should Bast?
His decision, he guessed, as the game seemed to be
passing back and forth between them.
Excitement made his spine tingle and he stripped himself
down to skin and then the bed down to the black silk sheets.
After opening the cuffs, he dipped the key in a pot of oil
Bast liked and carefully pushed it into his ass. He settled
himself gingerly in the middle of the bed and laid the rose
across his chest before locking the cuffs around one wrist.
He'd just looped the cuffs through the slats on the headboard
and locked them around his other wrist when the elevator
settled back down again.
The grate opened and a very slinky, very feral, very
leather-clad vampire sauntered across the room, long, dark
hair loose. Bast might have been over seven hundred years
old, but he didn't look a day older than when Trick had first
met him in line outside a club. Short and slender, he had dark
eyes that could go feral and gold in a heartbeat and that silky
hair framed a face as smooth as any teenager's. "Mmm ...
Sweets."
Trick all but purred at the sight. Fuck, but Bast was sexy.
His cock began to fill, sliding along his thigh and up past his
hip. He licked his lips. "Hey, baby-boy." His ancient baby-boy.
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"Someone was being very, very naughty this evening—
trying to lead me on a wild Trick chase." One finger slid up his
calf.
"Are you going to punish me?" he asked, breathless at the
simple touch, at the look in Bast's eyes.
"I should." Bast leaned down, licking his shaft once before
straddling his body, leather warm against his skin. "The
question is, how?"
He arched slightly, stretching out for Bast, letting his head
fall back slightly, rubbing as best he could against his lover.
The vampire leaned in, scraping his throat with sharp
fangs, teasing. "Such a temptation, Sweets."
He shuddered. "Fuck, Bast. You make me feel so good."
Bast's exhalation was hot, sweet, tongue sliding on his
skin. He moaned softly, pushing up toward Bast's mouth,
wanting more.
Bast shuddered. "You're trying to make me forget what I
am doing, trying to make me need..."
He shook his head. "I'm just trying to get off."
"Mmm ... then you'll just have to wait." Bast sat up,
stretched, and started rubbing himself through the leather.
"My turn first."
Trick whimpered. "Fuck, baby-boy ... you're fucking
gorgeous." He swallowed hard, wanting to touch, to be
touched, at the same time loving watching every move Bast
made.
Bast arched, fingers pulling out the long, stiff cock,
pumping it slow and easy. "Mmm ... feels fucking good,
Sweet. You're so fucking hot."
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