Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 05:32:41 -0400
From: madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: "Ice Blue Gothic" Part 5 gay male /science fiction/fantasy

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Written by Madison Aysha Dante and edited by Nicole M.

			    " Ice Blue Gothic"

				 PART FIVE

			     Kisses In Crimson

"Rip!  She won't shut the fuck up!  You have to come up there!"  A
raspy male voice that Damien recognized as belonging to Brendan stated
in panic. Damien suddenly felt ashamed of himself and of the position
he was in.  Cock hanging out of  his boxers and skin flushed and tender
where Rip's mouth had just been.   He scrambled to hide himself behind
a pillow.


"God damn it Brendan, you know I'm busy!  I told you before about just
coming in here without waiting for me to tell you it was okay!  You and
Willy deal with her!  I'm busy right now!"  Rip yelled as he got off
the bed and stormed over to the open doorway where Brendan stood.  His
voice mixing with the shrill screaming and the loud sounds burned like
acid to Damien's ears and he had to hold his hands up to them to try
and drown out the sound.


"I know, but that bitch won't keep her fucking mouth shut!  We can't
deal with her and Katherine said if we couldn't calm her down, you
could!" Brendan yelled back.  Rip brushed his hair off of his forehead
in annoyance before turning to face Damien.


"Stay there! I'll be right back!"  He commanded before walking out of
the room.  Brendan stood there smirking at him and the wicked grin in
his eyes made Damien feel uncomfortable.


"Hey sweetheart!"  Brendan spoke as he walked slowly towards him.


"Don't call me that mutha fucker!"  Damien gruffly replied as he stood
up ready to do battle with him.


"Why not?  You look like you taste sweet and you have a heart."


"Ha Ha, you came in, made a weak joke now you can get da fuck out!"
Damien yelled.


"Okay..Damien.  So, you look like you're having fun!"  He laughed as he
pointed to the pillow hiding Damien's fully erect and exposed brown
cock.


"Shut the fuck up!"


"Easy killer, I'm just messing with you.  Relax while you still have
the chance to."  Brendan replied and as slowly as he had walked in, he
walked back out, closing the door behind him and leaving the room back
in the silence.  God, what the hell was Damien doing in there, doing
with Rip.  He was no fag, not even bi-sexual, but shit, no woman had
ever made his dick get as hard before as Rip had just done.  He sighed
to himself with the confusion he was feeling as he sat back on the bed
to wait for Rip to return.  The first few minutes passed quickly, but
the following dragged on to the point where Damien almost felt like Rip
had forgotten about him.  Restless, he began to walk around the large
room.


Rip's bathroom was just as beautiful as the rest of the house with its
white and gold swirl patterned marble floor.  The shower was large,
enough to fit two people comfortably and oh how inviting it looked with
its white curtain's slightly parted as if it was calling out to him.  A
voice inside of his head, not belonging to him, urged him to hop in and
before he could talk himself out of it, he found himself twisting the
gold colored knobs and letting the shower heat up.

The warm water flowed down Damien's skin smoothly, effortlessly as he
relaxed under the soothing vibrations. He closed his eyes as he brought
the bar of soap up to wash his face.   A chilly draft blew past him and
he knew he wasn't alone anymore.  He cold feel a body press up against
his only slightly more muscular than what Rip felt like moments before.
  He felt a mouth start to kiss at his neck and he sighed as he tilted
his head to accommodate.  Damien could feel his hands being placed on
the wall as a silent order for him to not to move.  He listened
obediently.  Rough hands massaged and pinched over his back side as he
could feel fingers trying to reach inside of him.  There was no
discomfort, only a slight pressure at first that turned to brief shocks
of pleasure whenever the fingers grazed over a certain spot inside of
him.  Damien pushed away that voice of warning again and allowed
himself to be lost in the pleasure of two long fingers twisting and
turning slowly inside of him creating a surprisingly delightful
experience he had never felt before.


Lips came back to his neck as he could feel a hard cock rubbing up
against the crack of his ass, begging to be let in.  Damien moaned as
he felt teeth come into contact with his neck, piercing him with its
sharpness. He heard a deep and raspy voice whisper 'Goodnight
sweetheart' .  Damien's eyes flashed opened with fear as he spun around
in shock to glare at Rip.  But, all he saw when he turned around was
the white empty shower curtain.  He threw it open, but still, the
bathroom was empty with the exception of him and the door still closed
shut.   It was official, he knew he was losing his mind.  He turned the
water off, grabbed a towel and headed back to the bedroom intent of
leaving.   As he walked past the mirror, he spotted a flash of
something red on his neck and when he looked closer, he saw that he had
two small drops of fresh blood still leaking from the wounds. He rushed
back in the bedroom and as he was getting dressed ready to leave the
house of madness, Rip came back in looking tired and exhausted.

"Where the hell are you going?  We're not finished."  Rip spoke
intently and Damien kept himself busy with gathering his clothes so he
wouldn't have to look him in the eyes.


"Home, fuck this shit!  It's too fucking weird around here and I'm
getting my ass the fuck out of here!"


"Oh, you're going back to your house?  To your wife and the kids.  Well
guess what, she's not even home.  She's fucking your buddy Mike right
now and those kids, well, you already know they're not yours, so tell
me why you would want to go back there now, when you could just stay
here with me for a little while?"  Rip asked.

"How the fuck do you know that?"  Damien asked cautiously as he stopped
pulling at his shirt.

"I know a lot Damien and I know that you're not leaving, are you?"


"No?  No..I'm not?" Damien stated confused as to why his mind was
telling him to leave, but the words coming out of his mouth disagreed.


"You want to take your clothes off ,don't you?" Rip stated, but in
Damien's mind it sounded like a question.


"I do?  Yeah, I do." Damien retorted.

"Lay on the bed."  Rip spoke and watched as Damien listened.  This was
too easy, it was always too easy to get them to stay.  Rip watched
Damien's naked body lay down on the bed, his soft brown skin looking
almost black reflecting the partial Haitian heritage that Rip could
smell on him.....that he wanted to taste.   He went through one of the
drawers on his nightstand and pulled out two leather bands.  Damien
didn't question him when Rip took each of his wrists and bound them
together and he didn't protest when Rip raised his hands above his head
and tied his bound wrists to the headboard of the bed leaving Damien
unable to use his arms.


Rip, now naked and ready to begin the nights activities leaned down to
kiss his neck when he jumped up off of him in anger.  Damien was lost
in  a daze of confusion.  He heard Rip yelling at someone that he
couldn't see.  Someone Damien was sure didn't exist because Rip was
still on top of him and he knew that no one else was in the room with
them.  After a moment, Rip calmed down and looked down at Damien with a
mischievous glint.  He balled up his hand into  a fist and raised it to
punch Damien in his face.  The punch was so hard and forceful that it
instantly took Damien out of his daze and he stared up at Rip as he
tried to free himself from his binds.  He could taste blood in his
mouth as Rip leaned down and kissed him roughly, tasting all that he
could.  Blood is a turn on that most people don't know about and most
never will because they won't have the pleasure of experiencing it.
Blood is erotic, blood is passionate, blood is  beautiful, blood is
life, but more importantly blood is death.  Sweet crimson death,
magnificent in its purest form.  Rip bit Damien's lip, sucking it into
his mouth as tender tear's leaking with blood grazed into his mouth.
Rip started to rub his dick, and, against Damien's protests, he bit
down harder on his mouth, drawing more blood.  He pulled off of him,
straddling him in looking down at the gentle smudges of crimson now on
Damien's chin and mouth.

"What the fuck!"  Damien yelled and Rip brought down his fist again,
sparing Damien no mercy.  He leaned down and kissed him again, it was
rough and uncaring, just what turned him on the most.  He brought his
mouth to take in one of Damien's nipples, clamping his teeth over them
so hard  that Damien felt as if Rip was about to rip it off.  He
screamed out in pain, but that only seemed to make Rip bite down
harder.  When he finally pulled off, Damien looked down and could see
Rip's teeth marks imprinted around his areola. Damien's heart was
pounding ferociously in his chest. He knew he should've left when his
gut told him too.  That little voice that had been warning him all
night taunted him with regret.  Rip was a sick psycho, something that
Damien had already thought, but like a fool, he had ignored.  He looked
up into Rip's eyes, now glowing with a deep red that made Damien scream
out in fear as he bucked upwards to try and throw him off of him.


"Calm down Damien.  Don't you want to have some fun?"  Rip smirked.

"NO! NO! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!  GET THE FUCK OFF!!WHAT THE FUCK ARE
YOU!!" Damien yelled, the fear slipping over him, tightening his chest
and making his eyes water not with tears, but with terror and dread.
Glowing eyes..glowing red eyes, that wasn't normal, that wasn't human,
but Rip's eyes were glowing...glowing red.Rip wasn't human.Rip wasn't
human!

"Damien, what did I say about asking questions?  Don't ask a question
when you can find an answer without having to ask for one."  Rip
replied and smiled brightly.  Damien's horror stricken eyes watched as
Rip threw his head back and inch long fangs sprouted down stretching
his incisors.  The tips were sharp, almost razor sharp and all Damien
could do was stare up open eyed and afraid as he felt his body tremble.

"NO! NO! NO!" Damien screamed out as Rip lowered his head.  Rip rubbed
his nose against Damien's, inhaling his scent and planting a gentle
kiss on the tip of his fighting lips.


"Don't worry, it's gonna hurt, a lot!"  Rip laughed as he licked a path
 from Damien's mouth to his neck, forcing Damien's head to stay turned
to the side with his hands.   Damien knew that he was as good as dead.
He would never get to see the people he loved again. He wouldn't get to
watch his cousin Danny graduate college.   He wouldn't ever get the
chance to say goodbye to any of them.  Sure, his life may have been
shitty, but at least he was living.  But, as he felt Rip's teeth pierce
into his flesh violently, ripping and tearing at his skin almost
animalistic and savagely, he knew that he would be dead within moments.


The warm contact of Damien's blood inside of Rip's mouth was electric.
Rip had been right when he thought Damien would taste sweet.  The blood
flowed out in thick spouts of crimson liquid nourishment.  It surged
inside of Rip's mouth, enlightening him with it's sustenance of life.
He could feel Damien's body underneath his, bucking wildly trying to
shake him off.  Damien's fearful reactions only furthered Rip's
excitement and he was reminded that he wanted to fuck him. As he pulled
off of Damien's neck the smacking sound of his teeth disconnecting with
the harsh wound now dripping blood onto Rip's bed echoed in Damien's
ears making his cringe.

"Don't kill me..please, don't kill me." Damien whispered out fearfully
and Rip just gave him that wicked smirk that Damien once thought was
adorable, but now thought murderous.

"Damien, dear Damien.  I'm not going to kill you, I want to fuck you."


"F-f-f-fuck me?  You won't kill me if you fuck me?"  Damien asked with
his voice wavering with fear and disbelief.  He couldn't help, but to
hope that maybe he could use sex as a way to bargain for his life.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you?"  Rip teased laughing
a cold and harsh laugh that made Damien's skin prickle in Goosebumps.

"Um.yeah..."  Damien whispered, understanding the game that Rip wanted
to play.

"Fucking beg then!" Rip commanded with a  slap to Damien's face.  His
dried blood was sticky on his face and when Rip's hand made contact
with it, Damien could feel his skin pulling with the cracking of the
dried fluid.

"Fuck me, please fuck me." Damien's voice was small and barely audible.
  Rip had to punch Damien this time in the side of his rib cage to show
him that he needed to do better job. "OW! Please...I want you.. I need
you.  Please, fuck me." Damien continued, only now forcing out urgency
in his whispered tone.


"What do you want me to do?"  Rip teased again.


"Fuck me..fuck me!" Damien yelled out and Rip was finally satisfied.
No time for foreplay, Rip didn't even bother to prep Damien.  No, he
spat in his hand, lubed up his dick and shoved it uncaringly inside of
him.  Damien yelled out in surprise and discomfort at the sudden
intrusion, but strangely it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Rip's eyes were back to their cobalt blue and staring into Damien's
fearful ones.   He held Damien's leg up with one arm, throwing it over
his shoulder, while he kept his dick aimed and in place inside of
Damien with his other hand.


"Relax Damien, just let it flow easy."  Rip spoke softly with a pensive
look on his face.  The softness of Rip's voice seemed comforting in a
twisted, warped and fucked up way that didn't make Damien feel any less
fear, but more ready for what was going to happen.  He nodded his head
to show Rip that he understood.   Rip leaned in and kissed his mouth
again and Damien couldn't explain why he allowed his tongue to meet in
time with Rip's.  He couldn't explain why the feeling of discomfort
wasn't feeling like that anymore.  He couldn't explain just why he was
starting to enjoy the powerful pounding of Rip's cock forcing it's way
inside and out of him to the point where his own cock was expanding and
needed the relief of a touch.  As if Rip read his thoughts he started
to jack Damien's hot cock, up and down.

In and out Rip pounded him as he met in time with the jerking of his
hand.  He was close, so fucking close and Rip knew it so he pumped
Damien harder and faster.  Rip could feel slippery, hot , sticky and
wet semen gripping in the palm of his hand as he watched Damien close
his eyes and moan out in the pleasure that Rip knew he was trying to
fight.  Rip kissed Damien's mouth gently, surprising even himself with
the incessant need to keep his lips pressed against Damien's.  Damien
opened his eyes and peered at Rip, both stopping their movements and
sounds.  The moment was clear and puzzling as they stared at each other
unsure of what was passing between them, but both knowing it was
something.  When Rip's eyes started to glow that deep shade of red
again, Damien wasn't scared anymore.  As he felt Rip's teeth sink back
into him, he was ready and stopped struggling.  He wasn't unsure
anymore because with a simple look, a connection, made from the
unknown, had been formed and all tension vanished.   He could feel
Rip's hand start to pump on his cock again as he felt him plunging deep
inside of him.  Long strokes rubbing Damien's insides pleasurably,
With one final squeeze, Damien came into his hand, but Rip didn't stop
his jerking actions, even when Damien winced out from the sensitivity.
No, Rip continued to pump harder and harder as he kept his mouth sunken
into Damien's neck, letting his blood flow into his mouth.  Damien
began to feel dizzy and he wondered if it was from the over stimulation
on his dick or from the draining of his blood.


Rip could feel the deep pressure inside of his stomach building up
warning him that he was near the point of no return.  The blood flow
 from Damien's neck was slowing down to a mere drip and it would only be
minutes before he would be completely drained.  Rip's body stiffened as
he felt his dick erupting deep inside Damien.  With a loud guttural
moan, Rip stopped feeding and screamed out in pleasure as his eyes
rolled up inside of his head.  Damien was feeling too weak to move, but
he peered up at Rip, blood sloppily covered his mouth as his white
fangs were tainted with blood..his blood.

Spent, Rip collapsed on top of him, heart pounding and licking gently
at the little droplets of blood still on Damien's neck seeping from the
wound.  He could feel Damien's heart weakening inside of his chest.  He
knew Damien was dying and he was almost sad to watch him go.  He rolled
off of him and laid next to him, placing his hand at Damien's wound.
His fingers dancing in the blood, Damien turned his head and looked at
him.  His eyes were void of any emotion and his blinks were delayed as
if the next time, his eyes would fail to re-open.  There were no
emotions conveyed between the two of them.  Just the feeling of Rip's
fingers swirling on his neck as Damien felt himself slipping away from
the only world he'd ever known.

Something inside of Rip was pulling at him, telling him to do it.  He'd
never turned anyone before, not even his family.   He couldn't stand
thinking of an eternity without the ones he loved the most, so one
month after he'd been turned, he convinced Bronson to help him turn his
mother because new vampires have to wait a year before they can turn a
human.  Rip couldn't bring it to himself to be the one to actually do
it, to kill the woman who gave him life because even with no soul he
still could remember the love she gave him.  Bronson had his friend
Marcus do it for them.  Katherine didn't want to die, but if it meant
that she could have her son back then she would. Joseph didn't need the
convincing, he agreed with whatever Katherine wanted. But, his brother
Nicolas didn't want to be with them.  He refused, Bronson had turned
him because he knew that was what Rip wanted.  The fun, crazily happy
brother that Rip knew as a human changed and became a bitter and mean
vampire who tried to turn everyone he knew into a vampire so they would
suffer like he was.  That was why Willy and Brendan were there, sired
by an angry Nicolas on a drunken night while they didn't even know that
their lifelong friend had been turned into a creature of darkness, but
that was another story.  In his mind, Nicolas thought that if he had to
be a vampire then everyone he knew should have shared his burden
eternity too.


There it was, that nagging feeling inside of Rip's stomach again. It
was a new experience in a life unlived where he thought there was
nothing left for him to experience.    He watched as Damien's eyes
closed, only this time they didn't open back up.  He could hear
Damien's heart slowing down, almost to a complete stop.  Rip closed his
eyes and grunted in defeat at the knowledge of what he was about to do.
  He brought his wrist to his mouth, pierced the inside of the hallowed
out cross tattoo until his blood started to trickle out.  He held his
wrist above Damien's mouth, letting the dark almost black blood fall in
little droplets on Damien's lips.


Damien's mouth twitched as Rip's essence seeped through his teeth,
touching his tongue and sliding gently down his throat.  His eyes
started to flutter until they opened wide with shock.  His arms were
still bound to the bed, but he managed to rip his restraints off as he
roughly sat upright.  He took in a deep breath and screamed out in pain
as he felt his stomach cramping with white, hot, electric pain shooting
throughout his body in a moment of pure torture and agony.  He fell
back against on the bed and closed his eyes as his body began to
violently shake and convulse.   White foam bubbled out of the corners
of his mouth, spilling down his goatee as his eyes rolled up back
inside of his head.  Rip watched all of this with curious eyes peering
down at Damien .  He watched  as Damien's body stiffened and then stop
moving.  Damien wasn't breathing, he wasn't moving.   His body was
paralyzed...he was dead.  They say right  before you die, you see
black, but what happens when all you see is blue?  In a nightmare, all
you want to do is wake up, but sometimes when we open our eyes, what we
see is much more scarier than what we didn't.....


           TBC

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