The Age of Retribution

Chapter 1-3

“Yes, Sir, please.”

Frankie separated from the pack and stepped forward. “I asked first, Gideon. Can I have him?”

Regarding the young vampire with a thoughtful eye, Gideon perched on the table next to Jesse in an almost conspiratorial pose. It was a familiar position outside of Sangre, one of equals, like he had just come into Jesse’s office and they were discussing a new problem. Here, it felt a little odd, though Gideon’s continued grip on the leash helped.

“Would you like that, boy?” His free hand dropped to Jesse’s c**k, pushing the ring so that it dug more into his flesh. “Which do you want, p***y or his tight little ass?”

Frankie still reminded Jesse of Jonah, and he just did not have a strong desire to f**k a woman—though all the women surrounding him were more than attractive. “His ass, please, Sir.”

The flash of pleasure radiating from Frankie’s smile gave Jesse more satisfaction than he expected. Groans of disappointment came from the crowd, but Frankie ignored all of them, coming up the rest of the way to run his hand up Jesse’s thigh.

“Christmas came early this year,” he said.

“Yeah, well, be thankful I’m in a generous mood,” Gideon replied. “Get on the couch. On your back.”

The latter direction surprised both of them, but Frankie didn’t argue. He hurried to the nearest sofa and stretched out, resting one leg on the back in order to expose his ass.

Gideon unhooked the leash from the collar before removing the strap of leather itself and setting it aside. “I haven’t had my taste yet,” he explained. “Now get over there, boy. I want to see you show Frankie what he’s been missing all these years.”

Jesse hesitated for a moment, looking at Gideon questioningly, half-expecting some further instruction. But there was no further instruction. There was nothing else to add. Jesse knew what Gideon wanted him to do, and Gideon wasn’t going to change his mind or punish him for following instructions. Even if Jesse had never done anything like this in all the times Gideon had brought him to play at Sangre.

He knelt between Frankie’s legs, taking a moment to admire his thick c**k. It was a shame Gideon had monopolized his mouth, because he would have loved to get his lips wrapped around Frankie’s length, sucking him until he filled Jesse’s throat. But the night was still very young, and Jesse thought it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility to still happen. He couldn’t, however, resist wrapping his fingers around Frankie’s shaft and stroking him once, catching the tip with his thumb before releasing him.

Jesse’s c**k was slick with blood and pre-come, and he didn’t have to worry about making sure Frankie’s hole was ready for him. Chances were good that it was. Chances were good that it didn’t matter either way. He wasn’t going to hurt the vampire, after all. Gripping the base of his sensitive c**k, he guided it to Frankie’s ass and his back arched as the tight muscle gripped the crown.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other vampires flock around to watch. More than one of the males had his c**k in hand, and Monique’s hand was back between her legs. All of them looked jealous. Maybe they didn’t want to be f****d, but Frankie’s general position certainly provoked more than one disappointed murmur. Gideon didn’t share easily. This was a night to mark.

As Jesse slowly pressed into Frankie’s ass, a hand settled in the small of his back. He jerked, almost pulling out, and only stopped when he recognized Gideon’s other hand coming around to play with Frankie’s c**k.

“As soon as you’re buried in him, it’s going to be my turn, boy.” Gideon said. “And I think, for having the balls to stand up for what he wants tonight, I should let him have a good long feed with me. Both of us, sucking you dry.” His tongue licked across Jesse’s ear. “But only if you beg for it.”

Begging for it wouldn’t be a problem. He had been taunted, tormented, with the release that accompanied turning himself over completely. He knew how good it was to let Gideon drink his fill, instead of stopping when they stepped too close to the line. So he would beg for it, loud enough so every vampire could hear him and ache to be the one to fulfill his desire.

“Yes, Sir.” Jesse sighed once the c**k ring hit Frankie’s ass. The vampire constricted around his shaft, almost pulling a whimper from his throat, and the pressure against the ring was incredible. Enough to almost make Jesse think he couldn’t take it anymore. Almost.

Gideon slid his fingers down from Jesse’s back, between his cheeks to find his stretched and ravaged hole. He twisted four inside, almost brutally, while he settled into a position over Jesse’s back. Jess gritted his teeth, determined not to cry out yet, and waited for the blunt tip he knew so well, for the violent entry he knew Gideon would make, for the satisfaction of being filled by the vampire he loved more than life itself.

Gideon didn’t disappoint. The weight of his body crushed Jesse’s into Frankie, prompting the other vampire to clutch at Jesse’s hips, but it was the furious drive of his c**k into Jesse’s ass that made everything that had happened prior mere foreplay.

“Please…Sir…please…please…” Jesse didn’t know quite what he was begging for. He didn’t want to be bitten just yet, and each hard thrust was everything that Jesse could have wanted or needed. Gideon drove him into Frankie’s passage, forcing Jesse’s c**k deep into the vampire’s tight body.

In spite of how Gideon had described it, Jesse didn’t so much f**k Frankie as he was pummeled between the vampires, locked in the middle as the one below rose to meet each bruising thrust while Gideon tore into his aching channel. He couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to. He could barely breathe. At one point, Gideon even wrapped his powerful hand over the front of Jesse’s throat and squeezed, making him arch away from Frankie and harder into Gideon.

The constriction around Jesse’s c**k and throat increased until he felt like he was nothing but a throbbing mass of flesh. He would have come then if Gideon had given him permission. The lack of oxygen increased his vertigo, and he could only tell the difference between up and down because of Gideon’s solid weight behind and above him. Always there. Unquestionable.

Frankie began to writhe beneath Jesse, his earlier crude coaxing morphing into desperate cries. Not that there was anything Jesse could really do on the matter, not with Gideon in control of their movements, but he somehow found the means to worm his hand between their bodies to find Frankie’s thick c**k.

In his ear, Gideon chuckled. “Hungry for it, aren’t you, boy? Maybe next time, we’ll find a way to stuff your throat at the same time.”

Jesse was hungry for it, and every sensitive spot on his body, every fresh bite in his muscles, every drop of sweat rolling into an open wound, reminded him of just how hungry he was. When he managed to open his eyes, he looked up into watchful faces, straining against each other to get one more drop of blood. The part of Jesse that could still think wondered if any of the vampires tasted a difference. But even that part would be silenced when Gideon struck. The thought made Jesse arch his neck in an invitation that was always understood.

The hand around his throat disappeared. On the next stroke into his ass, Gideon bore his weight further down, forcing Jesse closer to the other vampire.

“This is your chance, Frankie.” Gideon mouthed the scars that branded Jesse as his. “You want a taste, take it now.”

Jesse had never seen Frankie so excited. Golden eyes gleamed, and his lips curled back from his fangs.

He didn’t know how they timed it. Whether it was a glance between them, or some innate vampire thing. He only knew that both vampires buried their razor-sharp fangs into his neck at the exact same moment.

“God!” His own voice was startlingly loud, climbing above all of them and bouncing off the ceiling. He stared straight ahead until his eyes unfocused and the world swam in an underwater blur. Gideon never let up on his punishing rhythm, and Frankie just seemed to get tighter, burn hotter. In a different situation, a calmer context, he would be able to stop his orgasm, wait until Gideon gave him permission. The simple, low directive, come, would give him the extra thrill he needed.

But in this situation, waiting wasn’t possible. It was a literal, physical impossibility. Even with the c**k ring constricting his flesh, he couldn’t withstand the amazing force of pleasure rushing through his body. The loss, and then the bodily weakness, that signaled his final release. And the pair of mouths, working in tandem, just sent him in an even faster spiral.

He felt Frankie break first, the warm splash of come across his stomach gluing them together. Frankie was also the one to tear away from his throat first, a loss Jesse felt so acutely, he would’ve dragged Frankie back if he had the muscle control. But he couldn’t really blame Frankie for playing it cautious. Gideon had been clear in his instructions. As far as the vampires here knew, Jesse was as frail as the next human to walk through Sangre’s doors.

But Gideon continued to drink. He pulled viciously at the blood flowing through Jesse’s veins, feeding more deeply than he’d had since they returned to their own dimension. Without Frankie anchoring him, Jesse’s head fell back onto Gideon’s shoulder. Gideon’s growls reverberated through both of them, and when he slammed into Jesse’s ass one final time, even Frankie was trembling.

Everybody but Gideon faded from Jesse’s perception, and he only remained aware of Gideon because the vampire did not release him. The edges of his vision darkened more and more, and the growls, groans, and murmurs of the crowd surrounding them dulled beneath the roar in his ears.

Jesse floated somewhere on the fringes of consciousness when he felt Gideon retract his fangs. His soothing tongue licked over the puncture wounds, while his arm stole between Jess and Frankie’s chests to hold him closer.

“Anything for my boy,” Gideon said into his skin.

Jesse tried to say, “Thank you,” but his voice failed, and he could only mouth the words.

* * * *

Jesse felt great, but he couldn’t very well demonstrate that. When he emerged from the bathroom in a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of jeans, all the vampires looked a little crestfallen, like Gideon had taken away their favorite toy. He still wore the collar, but only to disguise the fact that Gideon and Frankie’s bites had already healed. Gideon placed him at the bar and ordered him to stay there and not to talk to anybody. Jesse obeyed, but his gaze never strayed from Gideon as he moved through the small group of vampires, talking to and even kissing them when the mood struck.

Dull banging rang throughout the club. With a frown, Jesse tracked the noise to the front door, and watched Gideon head to answer it in clear annoyance. Someone was late to join the party, obviously. Gideon was likely to send them packing.

Alarm shot through him when the door opened and Detective Derek O’Dell appeared in the entrance. It wasn’t that he feared cops doing something as foolish as raiding Sangre; Derek wasn’t just any cop. But seeing their friend hovering on the threshold in clear agitation was never a good sign.

Gideon glanced back at the other vampires before zeroing in on Jesse. With a crook of two fingers, he beckoned Jesse over.

Jesse didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even try to pretend that he was weak from blood loss or sore from all the f*****g. Jesse had bigger concerns than keeping up that particular charade. Especially when he got closer and had a clearer view of Derek’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Derek’s prematurely gray hair stood up in even wilder shocks than normal. “I just came from your place. Michelle filed kidnapping charges, so a unit got dispatched to go pick you and Dominique up.”

“You’re not serious? Kidnapping charges? She got the police involved?”

“You’re really surprised? You took her foster kid, Jess.” Derek held up a hand to cut off the protest already forming on both Jesse’s and Gideon’s lips. “Save it. My point is, I hooked in on the unit that went over, to try and keep things as calm as I could. Social Services took Dominique, who, by the way, is a little hellion. But they also arrested you. Well, that guy that looks like you. He didn’t try to say he wasn’t you, but I knew the difference.”

Most people who knew them would. Superficially, JT looked just like him. Which made sense, since JT was him from another dimension. But Jesse was far rougher around the edges. While JT led a relatively quiet life in his London, Jesse had a much more tumultuous existence.

“Let’s go get him,” Jesse said, taking a step toward the door. “We can’t just leave him there. Plus, this is completely ridiculous. Michelle knows I didn’t kidnap her.”

Derek grabbed Jesse’s arm. “You go down there, and they’re going to lock you up, too, while they sort it out. Because your fingerprints match, remember? You really want to try and deal with all that craziness, too?”

“Derek’s right.” Gideon shrugged at Jesse’s incredulous look. “Someone’s got to talk some sense into Michelle. You think you can do that behind bars?”

“What are you going to do then? JT didn’t sign up for a stint in jail. And Dominique…” Jesse didn’t even want to think about what the girl was going through. She had lost too many people, been shuffled around the system too much, for something like this to just roll off her back. And she already didn’t like Michelle.

“I’m going to find out what I can and talk to JT. The more we know, the smarter we can play this.” Fishing in his pockets, Gideon pulled out his keyring. “Take the car and go home. I’ll get a ride with Derek to the station.”

“I can take the two of you home again when you’re done,” Derek said.

Gideon frowned. “Two? Jesse’s not going.”

“No, I know.” He jerked his head toward his darkened car at the curb. “I brought the other Jesse’s boyfriend along. He’s the one who told me where you two were tonight.”

“David? David isn’t even supposed to be in this dimension.”

“Don’t look at me. I can’t even begin to tell you how weird this entire night has been.”

Jesse took the car keys from Gideon, though he still didn’t like the idea of just quietly going home when Dominique was God knew where, JT was being held for a crime he didn’t commit, David was in the wrong dimension, and Michelle had apparently lost her f*****g mind.