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Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel

chapter sixteen

Erestor leaned against the doorframe, his eyes closed. He knew Maglor sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the mattress. David, though, was behind the bathroom door.

"Are you certain you don't need any help?" Erestor called.

There was more choking sounds followed by the flush of the toilet. The door opened and David appeared, pale and sick looking. "No, Erestor, I don't think I need help to throw up."

Erestor opened his eyes. "We told you it wasn't a happy ending."

"You didn't tell me it was wholesale slaughter, either!" David cried.

"David, you asked. We told you." Maglor stood up. "I will go make you some ginger tea; it will help to settle your stomach."

"I don't think my stomach will ever be settled again," the mortal mumbled as he collapsed on the bed. He felt Erestor's weight next to him and he gazed up into the soft, dark eyes of his vampiric lover. "Do you regret it?"

Erestor tilted his head. "Regret? No. I regret too many things already."

"But why did they do it?" David asked.

"I have no idea," Erestor said with a shrug and a sigh. "My best guess is that they were planning to pirate the cargo. Those old liners were floating art galleries, and also carried people's entire lives with them sometimes -- cars, clothes, jewelry -- enough for three crews to live on. But I think the officers got greedy. After they ordered the crew to wipe out the passengers below decks, they massacred them as they stepped onto the main deck."

There was a pregnant silence as David thought on the two stories he had just heard. The Antonia Doria sounded very familiar to him. He sat up and glared at Erestor. "You are liars!"

"What?" Erestor asked, taken aback.

"What you just told me was the storyline of Ghost Ship! It's a goddamn movie, Erestor!" David accused.

"That is where it becomes my fault," Maglor said as he entered the room. "I sat beside Mark Hanlon on a transatlantic flight in '98. Bored to tears, we started talking. One thing led to another, and I found myself telling him the tale of the Antonia Doria, but I told it as a fictional legend behind the disappearance of the ship, minus the vampires. Two years ago, I saw the trailer for Ghost Ship. He had changed a lot of the minor details, added some occult twists to it, and ta-da! He had a movie."

Erestor smiled at David. "Maglor is still sore he didn't think to do the same thing."

David chuckled and sipped the spicy sweet tea Maglor had brought him. His eyes slowly dropped, and just as his mug was about to fall from his hands, Erestor caught it.

"You drugged him," Erestor said, smelling the tranquilizers in the liquid.

Maglor nodded, brushing hair out of David's face. "He needs a deep, restful sleep, Erestor."

Erestor nodded, still gazing down at the man. "I love him, Maglor," he confessed quietly.

"I know," was all the reply he received.

When he woke, it was dark out and the moon was high in the sky. He sat up and yawned. He turned his head and screamed. Erestor was naked on the bed next to him, silent and still as he watched him. "Don't do that!" David snapped, placing his hand over his heart. Erestor's eyes did not blink, and David could swear there was a hungry gleam in the vampire's eyes. "Erestor?" he whispered.

"Maglor has gone out until dawn. He needs to feed."

David nodded. "Why didn't you go with him? Don't you need to feed?"

Erestor smiled seductively. "Yes, I do." He licked his lips, those black eyes glittering. "He left you for me."

"Why?" David asked, his heart beginning to race with fear. He did not like the way Erestor's voice sounded.

The vampire pulled the comforter away from David's nude body. David fell back against the pillow, Erestor's face hovering above his, dangerously close. "You would not believe me if I told you," he breathed, drawing his tongue along David's bottom lip.

The human shuddered, arousal and fear warring within him. "I believed you were vampires. I believed you were Elves. Why wouldn't I believe anything else you have to tell me?"

"Do you believe the heart of a creature like me can be moved to feel love?" Erestor asked, nuzzling David's neck.

David trembled, his shaft filling quickly. "Yes," he said breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering closed.

"Then believe that I love you," Erestor said, opening his mouth wide. He clamped down on David's neck, biting deep into the pale throat. Warm blood gushed into his mouth, spicy and coppery. David writhed under Erestor, moaning wantonly as he shared his lifeforce with the vampire.

Erestor pulled back, his lips wet with blood, his teeth long and sharp. David's dilated eyes gazed up at him. The Man reached up, bringing Erestor's savage mouth to his. He tasted blood for a moment, but Erestor lifted his lips from David's. "What?" David panted.

"I want to give you something," Erestor said.

Erestor's tone was different. Was the Elf scared? David simply nodded, trusting Erestor completely. Erestor reached over to the nightstand, taking the lubrication from the table. David watched as Erestor squeezed the cool gel onto his fingertips. Those slick fingers soon found their way into his passage, and David arched against Erestor's lithe body. "Erestor!"

"Yes." Erestor moved his two fingers in and out of David's passage, spreading the gel deep. He then withdrew his fingers and added more lubricant, smearing it along his hard length.

David drew his legs up to his chest, resting his feet on Erestor's shoulders. Erestor pierced him slowly, tenderly, and David whimpered with need. They kissed and touched, with Erestor thrusting in long, measured movements. David's sex was heavy on his belly, aching to be touched. "Is this what you wanted to give me?" he asked, his voice hitching as he was impaled again.

"No," Erestor whispered, kissing David again. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded, and David complied. He lifted David as he sat back so that David was sitting in his lap, Erestor's shaft deeply embedded inside David. The Man mewled, his eyes rolling back in his head, acutely aware of the member stretching his passage. "This is what I want to give you."

David opened dazed eyes and watched as Erestor took his clawed hand and made a deep, but small, incision in his throat. David's gaze flew to Erestor's, fear and worry reflected in them.

"You fear it?" Erestor asked.

David swallowed visibly. "Will I become as you are?"

"No," Erestor said, that seductive smile creeping back onto his lips. "You are not near death, and you will not drink much." Erestor tangled his hands into David's hair, drawing his lips closer to the vibrant splash of red on Erestor's throat.

David's hot lips latched onto the cut and Erestor hissed. Blood was a connection, a conductor, and Erestor opened the channel between his mind and David's. Lust, need, love all flooded into David's mind. He showed David how he saw him, tall and bronze, warm and alive. David's cock pulsed against Erestor's belly, reminding them both that there were other pleasures to share. David lifted himself up as he continued to suckle at Erestor's throat, sitting down forcefully on Erestor's lap.

Erestor moaned, thrusting up into David's tight, velvet heat. He slipped his hand between them and grasped David's erection, his fist moving over the sticky flesh with eager strokes. David's lips left his throat as the Man cried out, throwing his own head back as he moved up and down Erestor's shaft. Erestor struck out, sinking his fangs back into the fresh wounds he had just made.

David bucked in his lap, his seed spilling from his body as he trembled atop Erestor. The vampire continued to push up into the quivering passage, his release just on the horizon. David lifted his head as he was fed from and focused his eyes on the seeping wound on Erestor neck. He grinned tiredly and latched onto the cut again. Erestor's body tensed, and David felt his passage filled with Erestor's fluids. He released Erestor's neck at the same moment Erestor released his, staring down into those huge eyes as they both came down from their orgasmic high.

It was then David noticed something different. He heard Erestor's heartbeat, heard the neighbors as they argued, heard the orders being taken at the diner on the corner! The room should have been near pitch black, forcing him to strain to see, but he could see clearly, yet differently. Colors were muted, but the room was clear to him. He also felt an overwhelming thirst, a painful gnawing in his stomach. He scrambled away from Erestor, panting like a frightened wild animal. "What have you done?" David yelled, his voice filled with panic.

"It will wear off, David," Erestor assured. "It is temporary."

"What is?" David demanded.

Erestor smiled. "You now have an idea what each day is like for us. The sounds, the visions... the hunger," Erestor said, his tongue darting out to lick the last of David's blood from his lips. "But, look beyond the physical, David."

David shook his head. "I don't understand..."

"What do you feel," Erestor said in a low voice.

The Man fell silent, pondering what Erestor was asking him to do. His body hummed with sexual satisfaction, but he did not think that was what Erestor wanted to hear. Erestor wanted to know what David felt. What did he feel?

"Aching loss..." David whispered, his chest crushed under the sudden weight of the emotion.

Erestor smiled. "That is what it feels like for me each day, lover," the vampire whispered. "But, you ease that ache." He leaned close, kissing David deeply. "Thank you for that."

David looked up at Erestor with shining eyes. "Glorfindel," he said, a tear slipping down his cheek.


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Gohen: Redemption Beta: Ilye, Fimbrethiel chapter sixteen Erestor leaned against the doorframe, his eyes closed. He knew Maglor sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the mattress. David, though, was behind the bathroom door. "Are you certain you don't need any help?" Erestor called. There was more choking sounds followed by the flush of the toilet. The door opened and David appeared, pale and sick looking. "No, Erestor, I don't think I need help to throw up." Erestor opened his eyes. "We told you it wasn't a happy ending." "You didn't tell me it was wholesale slaughter, either!" David cried. "David, you asked. We told you." Maglor stood up. "I will go make you some ginger tea; it will help to settle your stomach." "I don't think my stomach will ever be settled again," the mortal mumbled as he collapsed on the bed. He felt Erestor's weight next to him and he gazed up into the soft, dark eyes of his vampiric lover. "Do you regret it?" Erestor tilted his head. "Regret? No. I regret too many things already." "But why did they do it?" David asked. "I have no idea," Erestor said with a shrug and a sigh. "My best guess is that they were planning to pirate the cargo. Those old liners were floating art galleries, and also carried people's entire lives with them sometimes -- cars, clothes, jewelry -- enough for three crews to live on. But I think the officers got greedy. After they ordered the crew to wipe out the passengers below decks, they massacred them as they stepped onto the main deck." There was a pregnant silence as David thought on the two stories he had just heard. The Antonia Doria sounded very familiar to him. He sat up and glared at Erestor. "You are liars!" "What?" Erestor asked, taken aback. "What you just told me was the storyline of Ghost Ship! It's a goddamn movie, Erestor!" David accused. "That is where it becomes my fault," Maglor said as he entered the room. "I sat beside Mark Hanlon on a transatlantic flight in '98. Bored to tears, we started talking. One thing led to another, and I found myself telling him the tale of the Antonia Doria, but I told it as a fictional legend behind the disappearance of the ship, minus the vampires. Two years ago, I saw the trailer for Ghost Ship. He had changed a lot of the minor details, added some occult twists to it, and ta-da! He had a movie." Erestor smiled at David. "Maglor is still sore he didn't think to do the same thing." David chuckled and sipped the spicy sweet tea Maglor had brought him. His eyes slowly dropped, and just as his mug was about to fall from his hands, Erestor caught it. "You drugged him," Erestor said, smelling the tranquilizers in the liquid. Maglor nodded, brushing hair out of David's face. "He needs a deep, restful sleep, Erestor." Erestor nodded, still gazing down at the man. "I love him, Maglor," he confessed quietly. "I know," was all the reply he received. When he woke, it was dark out and the moon was high in the sky. He sat up and yawned. He turned his head and screamed. Erestor was naked on the bed next to him, silent and still as he watched him. "Don't do that!" David snapped, placing his hand over his heart. Erestor's eyes did not blink, and David could swear there was a hungry gleam in the vampire's eyes. "Erestor?" he whispered. "Maglor has gone out until dawn. He needs to feed." David nodded. "Why didn't you go with him? Don't you need to feed?" Erestor smiled seductively. "Yes, I do." He licked his lips, those black eyes glittering. "He left you for me." "Why?" David asked, his heart beginning to race with fear. He did not like the way Erestor's voice sounded. The vampire pulled the comforter away from David's nude body. David fell back against the pillow, Erestor's face hovering above his, dangerously close. "You would not believe me if I told you," he breathed, drawing his tongue along David's bottom lip. The human shuddered, arousal and fear warring within him. "I believed you were vampires. I believed you were Elves. Why wouldn't I believe anything else you have to tell me?" "Do you believe the heart of a creature like me can be moved to feel love?" Erestor asked, nuzzling David's neck. David trembled, his shaft filling quickly. "Yes," he said breathlessly, his eyelids fluttering closed. "Then believe that I love you," Erestor said, opening his mouth wide. He clamped down on David's neck, biting deep into the pale throat. Warm blood gushed into his mouth, spicy and coppery. David writhed under Erestor, moaning wantonly as he shared his lifeforce with the vampire. Erestor pulled back, his lips wet with blood, his teeth long and sharp. David's dilated eyes gazed up at him. The Man reached up, bringing Erestor's savage mouth to his. He tasted blood for a moment, but Erestor lifted his lips from David's. "What?" David panted. "I want to give you something," Erestor said. Erestor's tone was different. Was the Elf scared? David simply nodded, trusting Erestor completely. Erestor reached over to the nightstand, taking the lubrication from the table. David watched as Erestor squeezed the cool gel onto his fingertips. Those slick fingers soon found their way into his passage, and David arched against Erestor's lithe body. "Erestor!" "Yes." Erestor moved his two fingers in and out of David's passage, spreading the gel deep. He then withdrew his fingers and added more lubricant, smearing it along his hard length. David drew his legs up to his chest, resting his feet on Erestor's shoulders. Erestor pierced him slowly, tenderly, and David whimpered with need. They kissed and touched, with Erestor thrusting in long, measured movements. David's sex was heavy on his belly, aching to be touched. "Is this what you wanted to give me?" he asked, his voice hitching as he was impaled again. "No," Erestor whispered, kissing David again. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded, and David complied. He lifted David as he sat back so that David was sitting in his lap, Erestor's shaft deeply embedded inside David. The Man mewled, his eyes rolling back in his head, acutely aware of the member stretching his passage. "This is what I want to give you." David opened dazed eyes and watched as Erestor took his clawed hand and made a deep, but small, incision in his throat. David's gaze flew to Erestor's, fear and worry reflected in them. "You fear it?" Erestor asked. David swallowed visibly. "Will I become as you are?" "No," Erestor said, that seductive smile creeping back onto his lips. "You are not near death, and you will not drink much." Erestor tangled his hands into David's hair, drawing his lips closer to the vibrant splash of red on Erestor's throat. David's hot lips latched onto the cut and Erestor hissed. Blood was a connection, a conductor, and Erestor opened the channel between his mind and David's. Lust, need, love all flooded into David's mind. He showed David how he saw him, tall and bronze, warm and alive. David's cock pulsed against Erestor's belly, reminding them both that there were other pleasures to share. David lifted himself up as he continued to suckle at Erestor's throat, sitting down forcefully on Erestor's lap. Erestor moaned, thrusting up into David's tight, velvet heat. He slipped his hand between them and grasped David's erection, his fist moving over the sticky flesh with eager strokes. David's lips left his throat as the Man cried out, throwing his own head back as he moved up and down Erestor's shaft. Erestor struck out, sinking his fangs back into the fresh wounds he had just made. David bucked in his lap, his seed spilling from his body as he trembled atop Erestor. The vampire continued to push up into the quivering passage, his release just on the horizon. David lifted his head as he was fed from and focused his eyes on the seeping wound on Erestor neck. He grinned tiredly and latched onto the cut again. Erestor's body tensed, and David felt his passage filled with Erestor's fluids. He released Erestor's neck at the same moment Erestor released his, staring down into those huge eyes as they both came down from their orgasmic high. It was then David noticed something different. He heard Erestor's heartbeat, heard the neighbors as they argued, heard the orders being taken at the diner on the corner! The room should have been near pitch black, forcing him to strain to see, but he could see clearly, yet differently. Colors were muted, but the room was clear to him. He also felt an overwhelming thirst, a painful gnawing in his stomach. He scrambled away from Erestor, panting like a frightened wild animal. "What have you done?" David yelled, his voice filled with panic. "It will wear off, David," Erestor assured. "It is temporary." "What is?" David demanded. Erestor smiled. "You now have an idea what each day is like for us. The sounds, the visions... the hunger," Erestor said, his tongue darting out to lick the last of David's blood from his lips. "But, look beyond the physical, David." David shook his head. "I don't understand..." "What do you feel," Erestor said in a low voice. The Man fell silent, pondering what Erestor was asking him to do. His body hummed with sexual satisfaction, but he did not think that was what Erestor wanted to hear. Erestor wanted to know what David felt. What did he feel? "Aching loss..." David whispered, his chest crushed under the sudden weight of the emotion. Erestor smiled. "That is what it feels like for me each day, lover," the vampire whispered. "But, you ease that ache." He leaned close, kissing David deeply. "Thank you for that." David looked up at Erestor with shining eyes. "Glorfindel," he said, a tear slipping down his cheek.