Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 10:08:21 EDT From: Madasonaysha@aol.com Subject: "Ice Blue Gothic" Part 2 gaymale/ Science fiction/fantasy Warning this is a vampire story and strong scenes of erotic nature will appear. This is an alt. form of another story I've written and this version is, in my opinion, best and this will be 12 parts that are already completely written. Join my yahoo group for faster updates on this story as well as all of my others. The link: _http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories_ (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories) (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories) I can be reached there or via email _Madasonaysha@aol.com_ (_mailto:Madasonaysha@aol.com_ (mailto:Madasonaysha@aol.com) ) ****************************************************************************** Written by Maddy A. and edited by Nicole M. Ice Blue Gothic PART TWO He could hear loud laughter around him aggravating the dull ache inside of his head. The laughter was harsh, cold and mingled into the sounds of blasting rock music from some band he'd never heard before, hell, he only listened to blues music because it always seemed to be the only thing that he could relate to. Damien tried opening his eyes expecting to be inside of the two bedroom trailer he'd shared with his wife of the last six years. He'd had the strangest dream the night before. He dreamed that he was kidnapped by a thin, pretty white man who looked twenty, but seemed forty and told him that he was dead. Damien wanted to laugh, but his first thoughts were to actually open his eyes. He was just too tired to breathe let alone move. He reached behind his head and pulled a pillow over his eyes as he yelled out to Jessica to tell her friends to leave. That woman always had people over. Never mind the fact that Damien had to be up for work no later than six in the morning, she would party all night into the early hours of the morning every night. Whenever Damien would tell her to make the people leave, she would argue and fight for them to stay, which he would always give in and let them. Only this morning was different. When yelled for her to make her friends leave, he didn't hear her yelling at him to shut his fucking mouth. No, the laughter stopped, a door closed shut and he could feel someone moving closer to him. He lifted the pillow away from his face and opened his eyes. He found himself staring into cold, baby blue round eyes peering down at him curiously. "You're awake?" A stranger`s voice asked. Damien jumped out of the large bed backing away from the man slowly in disbelief. He hadn't realize he had a blanket over him until he had tripped over his feet sending him crashing down to an expensive looking Persian rug accentuated with various tones of deep reds, burgundy's and blacks. "Wh...wha...who the fuck are you? Where the hell am I?" Damien shrieked as he crawled backwards and away from Rip. Rip smiled down at the nervous man. Not for Damien's reassurance, but because he thought the fair headed man looked even more adorable when he was afraid. Rip could feel his cock swelling with the thoughts of control he could have over him. "Well you`re rude, aren't ya?" Rip replied as he walked over to him. Damien saw the man make a move towards him and he immediately jumped up and turned around to run to the door. What he wasn't expecting was for Rip to be in front of him again. "How the hell did you get there so fast?" Damien shrieked and Rip just continued to smile. "Jeez...aren't you scary." Rip smiled and Damien was too stunned to move. The last thing he could remember was being in the bar and fighting with a biker. "Where's my wife?" Damien shrieked in a panic thinking that they had all been kidnapped or something worse. "Your wife? I don't know, probably off with that guy she left with." Rip replied calmly. He brushed past Damien and went over to the bed where he sat on top of the wrinkled black silk sheets and began to take off his black scuffed boots as if he was getting ready to go to bed. Damien took a moment to examine his surroundings. A large bedroom, regal by most standards as a large cherry wood four post bed lay in the middle of the room. The thick ruby colored comforter now lay thrown about the floor. Heavy black velvet curtains lined the tall burgundy painted walls blocking out any traces of light making Damien feel as if he was in a tomb rather than a bedroom. "Look man! I don't know who da fuck you are and what you want from me, but I ain't got no money or any other shit to give your ass, so if you're looking for that shit, you ain't gonna find none!" Damien spoke indignantly. His brief fear of the small white man dressed in black clothes too tight to be threatening had left and anger was setting in. He got shitted on day in and day out by someone who he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with and he would be God damned if some fucking strange pretty white boy wearing too much eyeliner intimidate him. Rip cocked one head to the side and examined Damien for a few moments before responding. "Do I look like I need your money? Trust me, I don't. You don't remember what happened last night do you?" Rip asked softly and curiously, even though he already knew that Damien wouldn`t. He was about to work Damien over and the best part of that was, Damien wouldn't even have a clue about the malicious activities he would soon be enduring until it would be too late. Rip was playing the nice guy routine, something Bronson had taught him was the easiest way to trap prey. "No, what gave you that idea?" Damien condescended as he stood his ground firmly with his arms crossed across his chest. Rip got off of the bed and walked over to him, slowly and cautiously to get a feel as to where Damien's head was at. When Damien didn't make another move to get away from him, Rip knew that getting him to do his bidding would be easier than he thought. "Some random guy punched you, you passed out and the bar owner was just going to leave your ass in the street. It was cold out so my buddies and I brought you here. You're at my house and yes, you're welcome." Rip responded and that was the half truth. That biker did knock Damien out, but everyone in the bar wanted to take him to the hospital. But, Rip didn't let them. He picked Damien up and almost effortlessly had taken him back to his home. Strangely, no one in the bar made a move to try and stop him, not even Jessica who was too busy yelling at the biker to actually notice her husband being ushered away. Rip moved even closer to Damien. So close that their noses were practically touching. Rip peered into Damien's dark eyes deeply and wanted to lean in and kiss him, but he knew it was too soon for that. He brought his hand to Damien's face and ghosted his fingers over the fist size purplish bruise running from Damien`s left eye and down his cheek. Damien flinched back in surprise. He didn't like some strange man touching him so sensually and he didn't like the surge of heat starting to swell his cock under Rip's touch. "I didn't say thank you...wait...what? You took me here? Wait, let's back da fuck up for a minute! You don't just take strangers back to your house! That's so not fucking normal yo!" Damien yelled confused by everything that was going on. The last thing he remembered was walking into the bar the night before catching his wife about to fuck some other guys. How would you feel waking up in some strangers house with some strange man touching his cold fingers against his cheek so sensually that you couldn't help the emerging erection fighting against the constraints of your jeans, as baggy as they may have been? "So you would have wanted me to leave you outside...in the snow?" Rip asked. He put his hands inside the pockets of his black velvet jacket to try and make Damien believe he posed no threat. It worked because Damien seemed to relax a little more. "Um, no. But-" Damien started to speak, but turned around when he heard the tall oak bedroom door open and loud voices flutter in. "Oh, you're awake now! It's about God damn time!" A tall slender man with a hat on backwards spoke. He looked out of place with his casual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt in s such a fancy house. His hair looked to be cut short underneath his green baseball cap and his eyes were a deep rich brown, almost black color that stood out against his tanned skin with a just a whisper of paleness above the surface. From the almond shape of his eyes, Damien thought he was Asian, most likely Filipino and the smoothness of his skin aged no more than twenty years. He wasn't anything special to look at, but the mischievous glint in his eyes was intriguing. Damien wondered to himself why everyone in that house seemed so pale and right after that thought, the guy in the baseball hat started to laugh and shake his head from left to right as if he was trying to shake the nonsense out. "Willy, where's Joseph?" Rip asked as Damien stood there silently watching the two pale men interact with each other. "Your dad`s with your mom. They went...to get something to eat." Willy replied with a wicked laugh causing Rip to smirk. Willy turned his attention away from Rip and back to Damien. "So, are you hungry because I sure as hell am!" Willy continued and Damien cocked his eyebrows up at him curiously. "Yeah...I am, but I need to go--" Damien started, but stopped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned around and almost jumped back when he saw Rip standing in front of him again. Damien thought to himself that Rip was really quick and he heard a loud laugh come from Willy, who just smirked at him in return. "You don't have to go so soon. You should stay." Rip told him. "Stay? Look, I don't really now what the fuck is going on, but something ain't right here. If you don't mind, I'll just be leaving." Damien replied and started to walk to the door. Willy walked over to Rip and stood closely as he whispered in his ear. "Rip...you're gonna just let him leave?" "He'll be back." Rip replied smugly. "What? No he won't! You're letting dinner walk out of here! Oh, fuck! He 's black too and do you know how long it's been since I've had something that sweet? Two months! Two long fucking months!" "That's because you get too God damn hyper when you have sugar in you!" Rip chuckled softly. He watched as Damien walked out of the bedroom door. He counted to three inside of his head and when he hit three, the door opened slowly again. "Uh...where's my coat?" Damien asked as he popped his head back in. "You're wearing it." Rip replied and when Damien looked down at his arms he almost yelled out of surprise. Two seconds earlier he was sure that his arms were only covered by a black sweater with a hole in the neck. He was too freaked out to try and worry how his coat had just appeared on him out of thin air, so he politely nodded `thanks' and then shut the door hard behind him. "Fuck Rip! He's scared!! God, he would've tasted so fucking good too!" Willy sighed in frustration as he plopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. "Are you mad?" Rip asked with a smile. "What if I am?" Willy teased and Rip walked over to the bed. He crawled across the sheets until he reached Willy's body. He slid his body over top of his and leaned down so the tips of their noses touched. "Then I'll have to make you feel better." Rip whispered as he took his teeth and nipped gently at the end of Willy's nose. "Gross! Get the hell off of me dude! Now I'm gonna be smelling your fucking drool spit all God damn day!" Willy laughed as he pushed Rip off of him playfully. "He will be back you know." Rip spoke as he scooted up on the bed to lean his back against the head board. He reached over on his night stand and pulled out a cigarette as he folded one arm behind his head to rest against Willy reached inside of his pocket and pulled out a lighter to light it for him before he laid his head across Rip`s lap. "You like him don't you?" Willy teased. "I want to fuck him, but I want him to beg me first." Rip replied as he took a drag off the cigarette, no emotion on his face. The smoke mingled above their heads in a gray cloudiness. "Yeah, you like him." Willy laughed before getting up and leaving Rip to think alone with his thoughts.... To Be Continued..... (c) Madison Dante 2005 FEEDBACK IS GREATLY ENCOURAGED! Wanna know what happens next? You would already if you were in my yahoo group. _http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories_ (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories) (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories)