Forever Fearless

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Robbie sprawled out on the couch naked, legs spread wide, while Colt knelt before him. Colt looked up at his sweet Robbie, hungry for him, and grabbed hold of his throbbing c**k, wrapping his fingers around the base.

“Just relax. Lie back and enjoy, babe.”

Robbie looked down at him, making eye contact, then smiled. “I’ll try,” he whispered.

Since they’d discovered Robbie’s telekinetic powers, they’d been working together, trying to rein them in. At first the powers had frightened Robbie, and he didn’t know how to use them, but Colt assured him, with practice, he’d learn how to control them.

Truth be told, Colt wasn’t so sure. He’d never been blessed with any such powers—

well, at least none out of the ordinary. He could run fast and had night vision, and he was capable of hypnotizing his human victims. But those were just basic powers that all vampires possessed. Richard had telepathic powers and he’d explained to Colt that it wasn’t uncommon for vampires to have extraordinary gifts.

But Colt didn’t know exactly how to help Robbie. And the first time they’d made love after Robbie’s powers had emerged, they both were shocked by his explosive orgasm. Colt, always the top, was buried deep inside Robbie, who lay flat on his back.

With every one of Colt’s thrusts, Robbie’s c**k had throbbed. As Colt continued, Robbie grew more and more excited. The bed began to shake, then the floor beneath them. It felt almost like an earthquake, and when at last Robbie cried out as he reached his point of no return, Colt flew backward, almost like he’d done in the woods when Robbie had gotten upset. This time, though, Colt was buck naked and inside the house, and when his body shot across the room, he sailed through the bedroom wall. Had he been human, surely he wouldn’t have survived.

Robbie apologized profusely, rushing over to the hole in the wall and stepping through to the hallway where Colt lay on the floor. “I’m so sorry! Colt, are you okay?

Oh God, what have I done?”

Flabbergasted, Colt looked up and grinned. “That was by far the most wicked f**k I’ve ever had!”

But the experience had frightened Robbie, and for all practical purposes, they couldn’t risk destroying the house every time they made love. So Colt assured Robbie they’d just take things slow. Two nights later, he suggested a blowjob in the living room. This way Robbie could just lie back and relax, and hopefully when he came, he wouldn’t cause another earthquake.

As Colt took Robbie into the silky warmth of his mouth, Robbie moaned and tossed his head back. Colt slid all the way down the shaft, ever so slowly, until he’d entirely enveloped him. On the upstroke, Robbie moaned again, this time a little louder. Colt could taste his precum, smell the musky scent of his arousal, and he began to grow excited himself. He slid back down on his lover’s c**k.

Up and down, over and over, he bobbed on Robbie, gradually increasing the speed.

As he picked up the pace, so too did Robbie’s moans of pleasure increase. When the floorboards beneath Colt’s knees began to tremble, Colt barely noticed. He was too into what he was doing to care. He sucked a little harder, gently scraping the side of Robbie’s shaft with his fangs and sucking down the blood. The saliva on his tongue instantly healed the wound, but the sensation to Robbie would be indescribably bittersweet.

Robbie’s moaning grew louder and now began to sound more like a growl. He reached down and grabbed hold of the sofa cushions, and thrust his pelvis upward to match Colt’s downward strokes.

“Oh f**k! Oh God! I’m so f*****g close, Colt! Don’t stop! Ahhhahhhahhh!”

Colt engulfed him, impaling his throat with Robbie’s c**k, just as the shaft erupted.

Colt, who’d begun to excitedly pump his own hard-on, shot his load at precisely the same time Robbie’s burst into his mouth. They moaned in unison, and as Colt pulled back, gasping for air, he looked up into Robbie’s exhausted face.

Robbie smiled down at him wearily. “Oh God, that was f*****g amazing,” he said.

“And hey, I don’t think I did any damage this time.”

Right as he said the words, Colt looked above Robbie’s head. He leapt to his feet and grabbed Robbie by the shoulders. He picked him up forcefully and dashed toward the window. The two of them crashed through the plate glass together, rolling out into the snow bank.

“What the f**k?” Robbie sputtered.

They turned back to the house just in time to see the cross beam of the living room ceiling give way, and the room above came crashing through the floor, its contents landing squarely in the center of the sofa where Robbie had been seated.

“Guess we need a little more practice,” Colt said.

~~~~~

Dylan pulled Issa toward him and kissed him passionately on the lips. He hadn’t been able to show such affection back at the bookstore, but he was so relieved to see his boyfriend again. Their week apart had been nearly unbearable.

But now he feared what might happen. A vampire was on their trail and seemed pretty determined to capture Issa. Otherwise, why would it have shown itself like that back at the bookstore? Dylan wasn’t afraid for himself, but he knew Issa was not ready to battle the blood drinkers. Witnessing the destruction of the two vamps back in Texas had nearly broken his sensitive heart.

“Issa, what did your father do to you?” Dylan asked as he pulled back from the kiss.

“He just lost his temper,” Issa said. “He wasn’t ready to hear the truth.”

“Well, I’d like to give him some truth.” Dylan raised his fist.

“You’re my hero,” Issa said, smiling. They sat together in the dark, but Dylan could see Issa’s face clearly as the streetlight at the end of the alley cast a ray of light into the cab.

“I don’t know about that,” Dylan said. “I think your friend Eric just saved both our asses.”

“Maybe, but he doesn’t have your muscle.” Issa wrapped his hand around one of Dylan’s biceps and squeezed.

“Don’t get me too excited,” Dylan warned, then leaned in to kiss him again.

The rap on the driver’s side window startled them both, and they quickly jumped back, pulling away from each other. Dylan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was Eric, now motioning for them to follow him inside.

They climbed out of the truck and allowed Eric to lead them into the building. Once inside, it was dark. Issa slid his hand inside Dylan’s as they made their way silently down what seemed to be a rather long hallway. Dylan could only make out the faint silhouette of Eric in front of him until they reached the end of the hall and stepped into a larger room, presumably the sales floor of the store.

A hooded figure stood on the other side of the room. Dylan held his arm out to stop Issa, who followed immediately behind him, and froze in his tracks.

“Welcome,” the female voice greeted them.

“Issa and Dylan, this is my mother, Athena,” Eric said.

“Turn on a light, dear,” his mother instructed him. She stepped closer to them and removed her hood. She wore what appeared to be a robe or lightweight poncho. She smiled as she assessed them, and Dylan stiffened. He positioned himself squarely between Issa and the woman. “Oh, that’s sweet the way you instinctively protect him,”

she said, still smiling.

“Mother, you’re scaring them.”

When Eric flipped on the light and Dylan got a clear view of her youthful face and flowing blonde hair, he began to relax. Just slightly. Looks could be deceiving.

“You’re wise to be cautious, young one,” she said. “But I assure you, we’re your friends.”

“Who are you?” Dylan asked.

“Consider me a friend and advisor,” she answered. “A protector of sorts.”

“What makes you think we need protection?” he asked, an edge of defensiveness in his voice.

“Oh, perhaps the fact you have a vampire pursuing you would be just one reason,”

she said, then laughed in a lighthearted, not malicious, way. “You see, I’ve been expecting you.”

“We’re not afraid of vampires,” Dylan said. “We hunt them.”

She took yet another step closer, then reached up to peel back the sleeve of Dylan’s T-shirt, exposing his Matarian crest tattoo. “I’m aware of your heritage, young one. But if you wish to ever hunt vampires, you first must live long enough to complete your training.”

Who was this woman, and how did she know so much about them?

“We’ve already finished our training.”

“And you,” she looked behind Dylan, directly into Issa’s eyes, “need to mend the relationship with your father. This is no time for division. You’ll need unity and cohesion in order to battle the forces that seek to destroy you.”

“His father is the force that seeks to destroy him,” Dylan said.

She shook her head. “Ibrahim is bitter, and he harbors a great deal of pain and fear in his heart, but he’s not the enemy.”

“So you know my father,” Issa spoke. “He’s contacted you?”

“No, little one. I’ve never met him, but I know of him. Like I said, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Did my mother call you? Are you her friend?”

“I’ve not met anyone in your family…nor anyone within the Brotherhood. You are the first. You’re the liaisons.”

“The liaisons?” Dylan asked. “Between who?”

“Between me and your leaders. You see, the Matarian Brotherhood has never believed in witches.” Dylan looked down at the medallion that hung from the chain around her neck. It matched that of her son’s.

“Some of the older members believe witchcraft to be…”

“Hocus pocus?” she finished for him, then laughed.

“Right. But not all of us. I’ve studied some of your religion, but it’s very vast.

Diverse.”

“There is both good and evil within the craft,” she admitted.

“And how do we know you’re good?” Issa asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dylan replied before she could answer. “Issa’s not going back to his father. The man’s abusive, and I won’t allow Issa to put himself in danger.”

She nodded. “Noble of you, but I’m afraid a far greater threat to his safety—to the very survival of the Brotherhood—lurks, and if Issa doesn’t find a way to forgive his father, the results could be…unthinkable.”

“Who exactly are you?” Dylan asked. “How do you know so much about Issa and me? And how do you know about the Matarian Brotherhood? We have no reason to trust you.”

“You trusted me back at the bookstore,” Eric said.

“We have no idea who that man was,” Dylan said, “or if he even was really following us. For all we know, he could be a friend of yours.”

“His name is Aaron, and he’s one of Raoul’s minions,” Athena replied.

“He’s with Raoul?” Issa asked, stepping forward. “Maybe Shadi…”

She shook her head. “It isn’t your brother who’s trying to capture you, Issa. It’s Raoul, and his motivation is not your safety. He wishes to convert you—to add you to his stable. He thinks of you as Shadi’s twin, and he wants a matching set for his collection.”

“We don’t even know if Raoul still lives,” Dylan said.

“He lives,” she said. “He lives, and he’s become even more powerful. And now more angry. For years an unspoken truce has separated the Purebloods and the light ones. The two factions have coexisted, agreeing to disagree.”

“They’re all vampires,” Dylan said, annoyed.

“Los Luzes are both vampire and human, and they are not sworn enemies of humanity. They’re a part of humanity, a part of the human race.”

“That’s nonsense,” Dylan said. He turned to Issa. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Where will you go?” Eric asked. “Aaron will be waiting for you.”

“I’m not worried about Aaron. I have a crossbow in my truck.”

“And after you kill him,” Athena said, “are you then prepared to battle the hundreds of additional Purebloods Raoul is prepared to send for you?”

Dylan’s temper began to flare. This bullshit they were saying was merely a distraction. How could they possibly know what Raoul’s motivation was, and why would Athena assume the half breeds were any more trustworthy? He had to get Issa out of there, away from this crazy woman and her delusional son.

“At least stay long enough to hear me out,” she pleaded. “Come into my office. We can sit down and talk. What do you have to lose? What does Issa have to lose?”

“Oh, I don’t know…our lives, maybe.”

“We’re not your enemies,” Eric said. “We’re trying to help you.”

“But why?” Issa asked. “Why would you care?”

“Please come and we can talk. I’ll explain everything,” Athena said.

Dylan looked at Issa. “Please, Dylan,” he said, “let’s just hear what they have to say.

I don’t wanna go back out there if that vampire’s waiting for us.”

Dylan took a deep breath, then slowly looked into the faces of the three people around him. Reluctantly, he nodded. “Okay, I’ll listen to what you have to say, but I’m not making any promises.”

Athena smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Follow me.”