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Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter six

David sat at the bar, sipping his drink, and scanning the crowd. He had come to Melindor every night for the past week, trying to catch Marcus' attention. The dark singer had not spent much time after his sets carousing the floor as he usually did, and David thought the handsome man seemed restless. His hazel eyes followed Marcus' figure as he wove through the crowd, wrapping an arm possessively around the slighter frame of Vincent, who had just entered the club.

His heart sped up as he saw the two men kiss softly in the shadows, oblivious to all those around them. David had not seen Vincent in the club, so he hoped this was a good sign. He wanted to speak with them, touch them, be touched by them. David kicked back the rest of his drink, declining another, intent upon the couple in the dark corner.

"He is here again," Maglor said quietly. "Every night he arrives when we open and leaves with the last of them. He watches."

Erestor reached out, brushing the mortal's thoughts. His brow creased and he looked to Maglor. "He seeks us."

"Aye." Maglor leaned in close, brushing his lips along Erestor's ear, reveling in the shiver it sent through his lover. "I must return to the stage. Be careful of him."

They kissed once more before Maglor took the stage again and Erestor mingled. He spoke with several of the employees, made small talk with some of the regular patrons, his eyes always flickering to David. The sandy-haired Man still sat perched on his stool, his eyes focused on Maglor's sensually writhing form on the raised platform. Erestor took a moment to admire his lover's movements, growing aroused as they sparked memories of those types of movements in a much different position.

He looked away, leaning against the bar and ordering a drink, ignoring David's presence several barstools down. When the bartender handed him his drink, Erestor made his way along the bar, purposefully passing by David. As he walked by, though, he heard the Man speak -- far too low for any to hear *but* him.

"I remember."

Erestor continued to walk, as if he had not heard the Man. He calmly entered the dressing area next to the stage and waited patiently for Maglor to come to him. He sipped his Bloody Mary, but the amusement of such an apropos drink was suddenly gone. If David remembered their night together, then he knew what he and Maglor truly were. That meant they were compromised and would soon be forced to relocate yet again.

The alternatives were unthinkable.

It didn't take long for the music to end, the applause to sound, and Maglor to stroll into the dressing room. He looked at Erestor's stern expression, the half-finished drink and then sighed. "All right. What happened?"

"He remembers," Erestor said simply, playing with the celery stalk in his drink. Maglor lifted an eyebrow as he stripped out of the mesh shirt and leather pants, revealing his nude form. "You know, you should wear something under those if you ever desire to sire children," Erestor quipped.

Maglor snorted, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. "I do not believe I need to worry about siring children, Erestor. No matter what it said in that story between you and I that you found..." he said, crossing his arms and winking at his lover.

Erestor shook his head. "I told Justyn to show David back here. We need to talk with him. Find out just what he thinks he remembers."

"Ever the practical one," Maglor said, slipping his arms into the silk button down shirt. "Do I have time to actually get dressed?" He received an answer to the question as a knock sounded. "I suppose not," he mumbled. "Come in!" he called, turning his back to the door and buttoning the bottom three buttons of his shirt.

David entered the room, jumping slightly when the door closed.

"Welcome, David," Erestor said softly, crossing his legs and reclining in his chair.

"Yes, David, please," Maglor purred, gesturing toward the couch.

David sat slowly, not leaning back. "I'm surprised you brought me back here."

"Why shouldn't we?" Maglor asked. "We had an enjoyable evening together, did we not?"

"You... bit me. Both of you."

"Ah, yes. Well, we do tend to get a little carried away. I hope we didn't hurt you." Maglor's voice was low and sensual, carrying as much influence as he could mange.

David blinked, forcing himself to look at Erestor instead of meeting Maglor's eyes. "And drinking my blood? Was that 'getting carried away', too?"

Erestor narrowed his eyes and sat forward, extending his senses into David's mind as deep as he dared. Not only did he find evidence of the intact memory of that night -- which he would have thought impossible, but he also had the bizarre feeling that he was being watched, as though David were aware of his presence -- another impossibility.

"Blood?" Maglor inquired with surprise in his voice. "You're joking with us now, surely! Do you hear this, Vincent? Blood! Really, David, do you know how you --" He broke off suddenly, catching the glare from Erestor. The younger Noldo's thoughts rang in his mind, and Maglor swallowed, looking at David with a revised appraisal.

David seemed to sense the unspoken discourse. "Cards on the table?" he asked innocently.

Erestor ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "As you suspect, Marcus and I are what your society would call vampires, although our name for it predates your language."

David's eyes widened at that. "Exactly how old are you?"

Maglor cleared his throat. "No secrets? Very well then. My grandfather was the first sentient being to awake on this planet. Think on that one a little while."

He did. Then David's eyes rolled back into his head, and the Man slumped back against the couch, clearly unconscious.

Erestor leapt across the room with a yelp and pressed his fingers against David's throat. "Dammit, Maglor, he's out cold!"

"Pity," Maglor sniffed. "I was hoping the shock would kill him. It would have simplified things."

Erestor rolled his eyes. "You're hopeless. Come on, help me get him to the car."

When David opened his eyes, the room was dark. He was also in a bed, which he was certain was not where he had been. The Man sat up and looked around. The room was not large, but not small. The bed took up most of the space, joined only by a tall bureau and overstuffed chair. There were several windows, open to the night breeze.

David hadn't the first clue where he was.

"Welcome back." The sultry voice was to his right and he slowly turned to face his captor. Erestor stood in the bathroom doorway, steam rolling out into the gloomy room. The vampire was dressed in only loose silk pajama bottoms, drying his hair with a towel. "We wondered how long it would take you to wake."

David's eyes followed Erestor, and his cock responded to the slender, pale body still damp from the shower. He flushed and put his hands in his lap, bunching the sheets up slightly, hoping to hide his arousal. A chuckle made him look up guiltily.

Erestor had crossed the room so silently, and swiftly, that he now towered over the seated human. "You may try to cover yourself, young David, but the scent of your arousal, the faster heartbeat and your elevated breathing give you away." He bent down, cupping David's cheek. "You are quite beautiful, if not bothersome."

"Vincent." Maglor's voice was sharp and cold as he watched his lover taunt the Man.

David was certain Erestor pouted as he backed away, seating himself in the chair by the windows. "You have found us out. I am not sure how," the younger vampire said, his dark eyes focused on David, "But, you have. Now, what is it you want from us?"

"What do I want from you?" he asked, still a little groggy.

Maglor walked to Erestor's side, placing his hand on the bare shoulder. "Yes. I don't think you have come to the club every night for the past week to simply enjoy the music. You are here because you wanted us to know you knew our secret. Now, what is it you want from us?"

The Man looked at his hands. Though he had come to the club looking for them, to confront them, he had not fully thought of what he wanted from them. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. "Nothing more than to know you. You have lived a very long time. You must have seen much. I am a historian by trade, and it is my passion. I would ask that you let me know your lives."

"That is a very large request, David," Erestor said quietly. "And all you want are the stories we have to offer? So you can write them up in a book and expose us? Making our lives *much* more difficult than need be?"

David moved without thinking, crawling towards the two dark vampires across the bed. "No! Just... tell me. That is all I want." He rested before them, clad in only his under shorts, kneeling with his hands clasped before him.

Erestor stood and sat on the bed, leaning in close to David. His hot breath tickled the tiny hairs on David's neck, and Erestor ran his finger over the tiny scars his bite had left. "And what of what we want?" he asked in a low voice. "I admit, you were sweeter than most we have had, David."

"You would ask me to give that in exchange for your stories? Is my silence not enough?" David heard the tremor in his own voice and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down.

Maglor watched the two, his own hunger rising as he gazed at Erestor. "You were not so reluctant the last time you lay with us."

Erestor's tongue snaked out to lap at David's neck, and was pleased when the Man trembled. "You are still weak, young one. Remain abed. Sleep. In the morning, we shall discuss the details of our arrangement."

David looked from Erestor to Maglor. "How do I know you will be here when I wake? More importantly, how do I know I will wake?"

"You don't," Maglor said, glaring at the Man.

Erestor nipped lightly at David's throat. "Ignore him. You shall wake, dear David. And we shall be here."

The Man allowed Erestor to move him back to the head of the bed, drawing the covers up over his chilled body. Erestor seemed to hesitate a moment, making some decision, and then bent down, kissing David softly on his lips.

"Come, Vincent," Maglor demanded, taking Erestor's wrist. "Let your pet rest."

David's eyes followed the figures out of the room, his heart hammering as the door closed. He turned over, cuddling down in the sheets, his lips still burning from Vincent's kiss. As he fell into a fitful sleep, he knew his mind was made up.

To learn their stories, he would do anything.

Anything.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel chapter six David sat at the bar, sipping his drink, and scanning the crowd. He had come to Melindor every night for the past week, trying to catch Marcus' attention. The dark singer had not spent much time after his sets carousing the floor as he usually did, and David thought the handsome man seemed restless. His hazel eyes followed Marcus' figure as he wove through the crowd, wrapping an arm possessively around the slighter frame of Vincent, who had just entered the club. His heart sped up as he saw the two men kiss softly in the shadows, oblivious to all those around them. David had not seen Vincent in the club, so he hoped this was a good sign. He wanted to speak with them, touch them, be touched by them. David kicked back the rest of his drink, declining another, intent upon the couple in the dark corner. "He is here again," Maglor said quietly. "Every night he arrives when we open and leaves with the last of them. He watches." Erestor reached out, brushing the mortal's thoughts. His brow creased and he looked to Maglor. "He seeks us." "Aye." Maglor leaned in close, brushing his lips along Erestor's ear, reveling in the shiver it sent through his lover. "I must return to the stage. Be careful of him." They kissed once more before Maglor took the stage again and Erestor mingled. He spoke with several of the employees, made small talk with some of the regular patrons, his eyes always flickering to David. The sandy-haired Man still sat perched on his stool, his eyes focused on Maglor's sensually writhing form on the raised platform. Erestor took a moment to admire his lover's movements, growing aroused as they sparked memories of those types of movements in a much different position. He looked away, leaning against the bar and ordering a drink, ignoring David's presence several barstools down. When the bartender handed him his drink, Erestor made his way along the bar, purposefully passing by David. As he walked by, though, he heard the Man speak -- far too low for any to hear but him. "I remember." Erestor continued to walk, as if he had not heard the Man. He calmly entered the dressing area next to the stage and waited patiently for Maglor to come to him. He sipped his Bloody Mary, but the amusement of such an apropos drink was suddenly gone. If David remembered their night together, then he knew what he and Maglor truly were. That meant they were compromised and would soon be forced to relocate yet again. The alternatives were unthinkable. It didn't take long for the music to end, the applause to sound, and Maglor to stroll into the dressing room. He looked at Erestor's stern expression, the half-finished drink and then sighed. "All right. What happened?" "He remembers," Erestor said simply, playing with the celery stalk in his drink. Maglor lifted an eyebrow as he stripped out of the mesh shirt and leather pants, revealing his nude form. "You know, you should wear something under those if you ever desire to sire children," Erestor quipped. Maglor snorted, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. "I do not believe I need to worry about siring children, Erestor. No matter what it said in that story between you and I that you found..." he said, crossing his arms and winking at his lover. Erestor shook his head. "I told Justyn to show David back here. We need to talk with him. Find out just what he thinks he remembers." "Ever the practical one," Maglor said, slipping his arms into the silk button down shirt. "Do I have time to actually get dressed?" He received an answer to the question as a knock sounded. "I suppose not," he mumbled. "Come in!" he called, turning his back to the door and buttoning the bottom three buttons of his shirt. David entered the room, jumping slightly when the door closed. "Welcome, David," Erestor said softly, crossing his legs and reclining in his chair. "Yes, David, please," Maglor purred, gesturing toward the couch. David sat slowly, not leaning back. "I'm surprised you brought me back here." "Why shouldn't we?" Maglor asked. "We had an enjoyable evening together, did we not?" "You... bit me. Both of you." "Ah, yes. Well, we do tend to get a little carried away. I hope we didn't hurt you." Maglor's voice was low and sensual, carrying as much influence as he could mange. David blinked, forcing himself to look at Erestor instead of meeting Maglor's eyes. "And drinking my blood? Was that 'getting carried away', too?" Erestor narrowed his eyes and sat forward, extending his senses into David's mind as deep as he dared. Not only did he find evidence of the intact memory of that night -- which he would have thought impossible, but he also had the bizarre feeling that he was being watched, as though David were aware of his presence -- another impossibility. "Blood?" Maglor inquired with surprise in his voice. "You're joking with us now, surely! Do you hear this, Vincent? Blood! Really, David, do you know how you --" He broke off suddenly, catching the glare from Erestor. The younger Noldo's thoughts rang in his mind, and Maglor swallowed, looking at David with a revised appraisal. David seemed to sense the unspoken discourse. "Cards on the table?" he asked innocently. Erestor ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "As you suspect, Marcus and I are what your society would call vampires, although our name for it predates your language." David's eyes widened at that. "Exactly how old are you?" Maglor cleared his throat. "No secrets? Very well then. My grandfather was the first sentient being to awake on this planet. Think on that one a little while." He did. Then David's eyes rolled back into his head, and the Man slumped back against the couch, clearly unconscious. Erestor leapt across the room with a yelp and pressed his fingers against David's throat. "Dammit, Maglor, he's out cold!" "Pity," Maglor sniffed. "I was hoping the shock would kill him. It would have simplified things." Erestor rolled his eyes. "You're hopeless. Come on, help me get him to the car." When David opened his eyes, the room was dark. He was also in a bed, which he was certain was not where he had been. The Man sat up and looked around. The room was not large, but not small. The bed took up most of the space, joined only by a tall bureau and overstuffed chair. There were several windows, open to the night breeze. David hadn't the first clue where he was. "Welcome back." The sultry voice was to his right and he slowly turned to face his captor. Erestor stood in the bathroom doorway, steam rolling out into the gloomy room. The vampire was dressed in only loose silk pajama bottoms, drying his hair with a towel. "We wondered how long it would take you to wake." David's eyes followed Erestor, and his cock responded to the slender, pale body still damp from the shower. He flushed and put his hands in his lap, bunching the sheets up slightly, hoping to hide his arousal. A chuckle made him look up guiltily. Erestor had crossed the room so silently, and swiftly, that he now towered over the seated human. "You may try to cover yourself, young David, but the scent of your arousal, the faster heartbeat and your elevated breathing give you away." He bent down, cupping David's cheek. "You are quite beautiful, if not bothersome." "Vincent." Maglor's voice was sharp and cold as he watched his lover taunt the Man. David was certain Erestor pouted as he backed away, seating himself in the chair by the windows. "You have found us out. I am not sure how," the younger vampire said, his dark eyes focused on David, "But, you have. Now, what is it you want from us?" "What do I want from you?" he asked, still a little groggy. Maglor walked to Erestor's side, placing his hand on the bare shoulder. "Yes. I don't think you have come to the club every night for the past week to simply enjoy the music. You are here because you wanted us to know you knew our secret. Now, what is it you want from us?" The Man looked at his hands. Though he had come to the club looking for them, to confront them, he had not fully thought of what he wanted from them. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. "Nothing more than to know you. You have lived a very long time. You must have seen much. I am a historian by trade, and it is my passion. I would ask that you let me know your lives." "That is a very large request, David," Erestor said quietly. "And all you want are the stories we have to offer? So you can write them up in a book and expose us? Making our lives much more difficult than need be?" David moved without thinking, crawling towards the two dark vampires across the bed. "No! Just... tell me. That is all I want." He rested before them, clad in only his under shorts, kneeling with his hands clasped before him. Erestor stood and sat on the bed, leaning in close to David. His hot breath tickled the tiny hairs on David's neck, and Erestor ran his finger over the tiny scars his bite had left. "And what of what we want?" he asked in a low voice. "I admit, you were sweeter than most we have had, David." "You would ask me to give that in exchange for your stories? Is my silence not enough?" David heard the tremor in his own voice and closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down. Maglor watched the two, his own hunger rising as he gazed at Erestor. "You were not so reluctant the last time you lay with us." Erestor's tongue snaked out to lap at David's neck, and was pleased when the Man trembled. "You are still weak, young one. Remain abed. Sleep. In the morning, we shall discuss the details of our arrangement." David looked from Erestor to Maglor. "How do I know you will be here when I wake? More importantly, how do I know I will wake?" "You don't," Maglor said, glaring at the Man. Erestor nipped lightly at David's throat. "Ignore him. You shall wake, dear David. And we shall be here." The Man allowed Erestor to move him back to the head of the bed, drawing the covers up over his chilled body. Erestor seemed to hesitate a moment, making some decision, and then bent down, kissing David softly on his lips. "Come, Vincent," Maglor demanded, taking Erestor's wrist. "Let your pet rest." David's eyes followed the figures out of the room, his heart hammering as the door closed. He turned over, cuddling down in the sheets, his lips still burning from Vincent's kiss. As he fell into a fitful sleep, he knew his mind was made up. To learn their stories, he would do anything. Anything.