vampires and lovers ch.07

Vincent stood at the end of an aisle that had been created by two blocks of seats. He was immaculately dressed in black suit and white frilled shirt. Seamus stood in front of him, dressed in a green ceremonial robe and at his right side stood Gabriel looking decidedly uncomfortable in a dark blue suit. Today was Vincent's public bonding ceremony and the blond vampire was a nervous as any groom on their wedding day. He glanced around, once again admiring the large old house. There had also been a tremendous turn out to witness his day of joy. The rows of seats were filled with vampires, lycans, spell-casters as well as other exotic denizens of the world Vincent and his family inhabited.1

A gasp from the assembled audience had Vincent turn to look behind him, his own gasp joining that of the others. Proceeding sedately towards him was Wyl. He wore a white suit denoting purity and a dark frilled shirt that matched Vincent's and complimented his honey-tinted skin. His curls were shining with health and seemed to create a nimbus surrounding the angelic face that bounced with every step. As Wyl moved closer, Vincent basked in the look of love and incandescent smile that were reserved just for him.2

At Wyl's side and holding Wyl's left hand walked David. The blond had the same dark blue suit as Gabriel. Where the dark male had a cream shirt open to display a powerful chest and its thick fur, David wore a high collared silk shirt of a blue that seemed to shift shades dependent on the light and shimmer as he walked.3

Seamus watched proudly. There had been a similar gasp when he had presided over the wedding of lycan and vampire and looking at Wyl and David, he had no doubts as to who the beauteous members of his family were. He nodded as David and Wyl reached Gabriel and Vincent and then David turned himself and Wyl to face the gathered assembly.4

"I David, bond-mate of Gabriel and brother to Vincent do welcome you here to witness this bonding and to thank you on behalf of Wyl, Vincent's Own."5

Although there was a low murmur of approval and a nodding of many heads, Wyl was certain his nervousness was visible to all. However, as he was turned to face Vincent, that emotion fled in the face of the soul-deep love in his mate's blue eyes.6

"Vincent. Are you here today of your own free will?" Seamus asked.7

"I am," he replied.8

"Do you publicly recognise Wylem Taylor as your Own? Do you swear to bind with him and to him, forsaking all others, for all the days to follow? Do you swear to share sunlight and shadow and your life and love henceforth?"9

"I do so swear," Vincent affirmed.10

Gabriel lifted Vincent's hand, sheltering it in his own and extended it towards Wyl.11

"Wylem Taylor, known to us as Wyl," Seamus continued. "Are you here today of your own free will?"12

"I am," Wyl replied.13

"Do you publicly recognise Vincent as your soul-mate? Do you swear to bind with him and to him, forsaking all others, for all the days to follow? Do you swear to share sunlight and shadow and your life and love henceforth?"14

"I do so swear," Wyl affirmed.15

David lifted Wyl's trembling hand to place it within Vincent's. He tied their wrists with a ribbon of red silk and as Gabriel's hand remained underneath the joined couple's his was placed on top. Seamus' hand came to rest over them all.16

"Vincent and Wyl are bound: bond-mates and soul-mates. Gabriel, David and I wish to welcome Wyl publicly into our home and into our hearts as our brother. We swear to love and protect him and Vincent." His eyes glowed as he faced the gathering. "Do you also so swear?" he asked.17

Wyl had begun to tremble with nerves as Seamus reached this part of the ceremony. He feared he would not be seen as a worthy partner for the powerful and handsome blond. He found himself crying silently as the whole assembly stood as one with a unanimous roar.18

"So be it," Seamus nodded approvingly.19

The ribbon was removed and David and Gabriel stood back a little as Seamus placed a footstool in front of Gabriel. He nodded at the other blond, who expressionlessly undid his shirt to display his golden chest. Seamus held up a small ornate dagger for the audience to see and a ripple echoed around the hall.20

"Do you come to this time and this place of your own choosing, Wyl?" Seamus asked the young man.21

"I do," Wyl said emphatically.22

"Is this the free choice of your heart?"23

"It is."24

"Do you understand the commitment you are about to make and do you still undertake it of your own free will?"25

"I do," Wyl flicked a glance at Vincent, but his mate may as well have been carved from marble. Wyl swallowed around a dry throat and waited for Seamus to continue. He was unable to tear his eyes away as Seamus used the dagger to cut into Vincent's chest, a livid red trail created in its wake.26

"As you make your last decision, do as your heart dictates," Seamus said and stood back.27

Wyl's eyes were fascinated by the glistening line and his heart was sure he was making the right decision. He knelt on the stool, bringing his head level with Vincent's chest. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the shallow cut and his tongue licked nervously at his mate's blood. The powerful taste made Wyl's head spin. It was heat, strength and spice and an indefinable something that was pure Vincent. Despite the blood being solely on Wyl's tongue, to the young man it seemed to permeate his every cell. His body began to shake and a strong, gentle hand cradled the back of his head.28

"My Own, my beloved," Vincent crooned softly, helping anchor Wyl in the maelstrom that assailed him. Vincent relished the feel of Wyl's tongue sliding over the small hurt and knew from his mate's reaction that the young human was taking his first steps towards his transformation. He gave David a grateful nod as the blond caught Wyl's body as he went limp. Vincent rapidly refastened his shirt as David held Wyl and then took his bonded mate into his arms.29

Wyl awoke to find he was cradled to a strong chest and looking into the smiling face of his new husband and then Vincent threw back his head and roared. The sound was echoed by Seamus, Gabriel and David and then the gathered assembly. The new groom, carrying his still disorientated mate, strode down the aisle, his chosen family close behind and then his guests. He led them to a huge ballroom, lavishly decorated and with a great many tables laden with food and drink. Vincent stepped to the side to let people enter.30

"Begin the celebrations, my friends," he announced. "My bond-mate and I will return in a few minutes." Vincent moved into a small room and sat with Wyl in his lap to allow the overwhelmed young man opportunity to recover.31

"Is this what should happen?" Wyl asked nervously.32

"Yes, beloved," Vincent confirmed. "You transformation has begun. However we will each feed from the other for the rest of our days, strengthening our bond and becoming closer. How are you feeling?" he added solicitously.33

"Better," Wyl nodded."34

His reward was a long deep kiss.35

"Then let us join our guests and celebrate our bonding.36

Epilogue37

The dark haired beauty straddled his golden mate. Leaning forward he sucked and nipped at one precious jewel hidden in the chest fur and tweaked and teased the other. He tantalised each with his teeth in turn until both nubs were diamond hard and aching pleasurably. He rocked his hips allowing twin erections to rub sinuously, beads of liquid desire flowing as their arousal grew. Wyl trailed open-mouthed kisses from breast to throat and with a slight pressure took a single mouthful of his mate's living essence to a deep groan from the bigger man.38

As Wyl laved the tiny hurt closed he was flipped laughingly onto his back as Vincent loomed large over him. He pinned Wyl's wrists above his head in a large hand and pressed smooth caramel limbs further apart with a strong knee. As he spread his young lover, Vincent reached between the splayed man's legs to tease at his hidden opening, his fingers ghosting erotically over the tightly furled rosette. Still playing with Wyl's body, Vincent leant forward to take a mouthful of his own of Wyl's sweetness. As he did, Wyl writhed enough to take the tip of Vincent's finger inside him and gave a wanton moan at the twin sensations. The sound went straight to Vincent's aching erection hanging heavily between his legs. Vincent's eyes were then drawn to the rosy flesh that danced enticingly at Wyl's abdomen and that left a silvery trail of its longing.39

"Please, Vincent," Wyl begged, "I need you."40

"I need you, too, my Own," Vincent growled.41

He bit gently at each cinnamon nub, tugging and teasing before licking slowly down the smooth honeyed body. He licked away the intoxicating pre-come and then, sitting up, coated a finger liberally with oil. In time Wyl would produce his own lubrication when lovemaking, his body was as yet to make that transformation. He suckled at the smooth flesh jutting proudly at Wyl's groin as he slipped his digit inside welcoming heat. Slowly, carefully, Vincent progressed to three fingers pumping insistently in molten depths and rubbed erotically at Wyl's hidden jewel till his lover thrashed and begged continually to be filled. He rolled them again and, spreading his legs and planting his feet, gazed with fire blazing in his eyes at Wyl.42

"Ride me," he purred. "I want to see you pleasure yourself on my flesh."43

Whimpering in need, Wyl rose gracefully to kneel astride the bigger man. He reached behind himself to position the hard hot flesh at his prepared opening and began his slow decent. His teeth worried at his lower lip as he impaled himself, feeling each centimetre of his lover pressing deep inside him. He panted as he sat flush at Vincent's groin, his lover's furred body tickling erotically against his smooth skin. He felt Vincent's hands digging into his hips where his mate had assisted him, helping him as he had taken his lover into his body. As Wyl's body acclimatised to the feeling of fullness, the younger man's hands caressed Vincent's lightly haired thighs and stomach.44

As Wyl began to lift and lower himself, slowly and shallowly at first, but with an inexorable increase in speed and depth, Vincent's hands roamed imperiously over the expanse of smooth skin before him. He reached to tug at one chocolate nipple and then the other as his other hand began to stroke the gracefully bobbing shaft at Wyl's groin. He flexed his thighs and began to drive his hardness deep into his lover as Wyl descended onto it and the pleasured mewl each time told the older man his aim was true. He caressed Wyl's sac feeling how tight and hard it had become and knew his mate's release was imminent. He took in the look of bliss on the beloved face: eyes closed, luscious lips reddened and kiss-bruised were open and glistened enticingly and a pink tongue rhythmically dove in and out to lick at them. Wyl's breath came in shallow, wet pants and Vincent growled low and deep at the sight.45

Moving too fast for human eyes, Vincent rolled their bodies. Hooking Wyl's legs over his elbows to spread him wide Vincent drove hard and fast into searing wet tightness and pounded at Wyl's sweet spot. Trapped beneath his more powerful body his mate could only wail his approval as a knowledgeable hand gripped his hardness and stroked with the same ferocity as strong hips pistoned Vincent's shaft into Wyl's sheath. Vincent's lips, tongue and teeth danced over Wyl's throat and collarbone to finally bite down on the junction of throat and shoulder and suck hard.46

Wyl's cries were incoherent as he grasped tightly to a hard shoulder and Vincent's hair as his mate possessed his body. He thrashed and wailed, begged and pleaded: 47

"Harder, faster, deeper, more, more, more". He keened as Vincent obeyed, driving into Wyl with a wild abandon. He screamed a sound of pure pleasured ecstasy as he reached his zenith. His seed jetting between their sweat-slick bodies.48

The feel of warm wetness on his overheated skin, the scent of his mate's release and the sound of Wyl's impassioned cry finally fractured Vincent's rapidly disintegrating control. With a primal bellow of Wyl's name he gave a further few erratic thrusts and then erupted into the contracting sheath that squeezed his arousal with a brutal intensity. Pulse after pulse of his crème filled his lover. As his hips slowed into a more desultory pumping, Vincent's teeth once again found his mate's throat. Vincent smiled to himself as Wyl moaned softly, his body voluptuously filled by his lover's essence and Vincent's moist breath at his throat. Vincent took another mouthful of his Own's sweet blood and then rose to gaze proprietarily at the boneless, satiated young man.49

Wyl gazed with content at his lover and then raised an elegant eyebrow as Vincent continued his leisurely thrusts and Wyl felt the resurgent arousal harden inside him.50

"I did say I possessed excellent recuperative powers, my love," Vincent gave a feral smile, "as you will in time. For now, however, I will rely on your powers of recovery that are inherent in a young man."51

"I love you so much," Wyl murmured softly as Vincent's reawakened shaft gently teased his sweet spot. It needed little stimulation as it remained sensitive from the earlier attentions. In its turn, Wyl's shaft slowly refilled as Vincent made slow sweet love to his angel. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each movement of the one met by one of counterpoint by the other. Soft breathy moans and mewls of shared joy filled the air as their bodies began to move faster. Mouths met in languid duels neither could lose and their tongues twined and danced to music only the lovers could hear. Wyl's legs wrapped around Vincent's waist and his arms moved around the powerful shoulders as though trying to merge his body into his mate's. Vincent's mouth found the weak spot at Wyl's neck and shoulder and sucked to the same languorous rhythm as his hips thrust into slick heat. All too soon, their seed flowed again, both men crying softly the name of their lover.52

"I will never tire of loving you, my Own," Vincent rumbled into a small ear. "I will never tire of being inside your body or the feeling of completeness it gives me when we are one like this."53

"I will never tire of welcoming you into me," Wyl replied, his hands holding Vincent's face. I will never tire of the way you can make me feel so loved and cherished by a single word or touch.54

They kissed slowly and deeply for long minutes until Wyl felt Vincent's reawakening flesh stir once more.55

"You are insatiable," Wyl moaned.56

"Only for you, little one," Vincent purred seductively. "I think as your husband it is my duty to see how many times I can make you come,"57

Wyl's musical laugh became a soft groan.58

Hastily passing the closed door, Gabriel smiled at the laughter. Wyl was making excellent progress in his transformation and the shared love between him and Vincent was plain for all to see. They were still enjoying a 'honeymoon' even though they hadn't moved from the apartment.59

David looked up with a loving smile as Gabriel entered the living room. He saw the burning gaze and his own became sultry. He laughed softly as he was scooped into powerful arms and his dark lover nuzzled at his temple.60

"I think we also deserve a honeymoon," Gabriel husked as he carried his mate to their bed. 61

The echo of David's laughter was the only sound in the now deserted room.62