Valmonts Trinity

Chapter Two - part one

Valmont couldn’t look anymore. His vineyards had gone fallow and some nearby farmer’s livestock had been let loose to graze and s**t all over the place. The cleanup and re-cultivation of his once magnificent land would take years.

Weary as hell, he lowered himself onto a rock, the only thing on the landscape that had gone unscathed. How strange it was to feel the sun’s warmth on his flesh after so many thousands of years. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, aware that his mind was slipping into the nether realm where he’d spent so much time during his captivity. It had been this phase of semi-consciousness that had gotten him through so many centuries of imprisonment in his dungeon. After so long, however, it would take time before he could pull himself out of the dream realm at will.

The memory coming to him was one he didn’t wish to dispel. He never tired of reliving that afternoon in the Middle Ages with Sergei, the dashing young nobleman, wind whipping his dark locks as he galloped his mount over the Russian steppes in his fervent pursuit of his vampire-lover…

“My lord. I beg you stop.”

Valmont laughed and bent lower over his stallion. The wind whipped away his laughter and his stallion’s mane streamed into his face. It wouldn’t hurt to tease Sergei a little longer. The handsome buck didn’t need to know that his quarry would stop for him just to revel in his beauty, to drink in the dusky blue of those eyes the shape of perfect almonds. The musk of Sergei’s flesh, from his reddish-brown n*****s to his perfect c**k, still lingered on Valmont’s tongue from their lovemaking that afternoon.

Definitely, he would stop for Sergei. And soon.

He urged his mount toward the moonlit horizon before deciding it wiser to slow down. The horse could stumble at night and break its leg. Reining it in, he walked the sweaty, panting stallion in an easy circle while he waited for his lover to catch up with him.

The hooves of Sergei’s horse thundered close by, slowing to a stop. The young man reined his chestnut mount in the same circles to cool his horse, following Valmont’s path through the grass. The panting of both horse and man filled the night air.

“My lord, I thought you’d have me chase you to the end of the earth.” Sergei’s breath infused his voice, which held a tinge of panic. How serious he always was. And devoted. A terrier was not as loyal as he.

However, pleasure of the flesh was not all Sergei wanted. He wished for eternal life and begged his lover every day and evening to bring him across so that they’d never be parted.

Admittedly, the idea did intrigue Valmont, fond as he was of being admired. However, after the fiasco with Noiret who had turned on his sire and become a rampant murderer, even Valmont was reluctant to sire again.

When their horses had sufficiently cooled, Valmont dismounted and dropped the reins.

Sergei followed his lead. He insinuated his slim form against Valmont’s front, one strong, yet elegant hand on the vampire’s chest. He nuzzled Valmont’s neck and his closeness gave Valmont a heady whiff of his lover’s musky flesh and glossy, luxurious hair.

Grinning, Valmont pulled the beautiful young man closer to him and laced one hand through his gloriously thick hair until he cupped the back of his lover’s head. “Is this what you rode all this way in the dead of night for?” Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips to Sergei’s, drank in his flavor, male musk and the tang of the kvass he’d drunk before their moonlit ride. Sergei’s full ripe lips parted immediately for a deep, sensuous kiss.

The dark stubble on Sergei’s cheeks and jaw rasped Valmont’s skin, sending pure shivers of delight through his entire body. Valmont deepened their kiss. In a surge of possessiveness he suckled on Sergei’s tongue as if it were a small c**k. The hot moistness of their kiss seeped into his mouth, filled every taste bud with his lover’s unique masculine flavor.

The telltale ache swelled in Valmont’s fangs. His c**k hardened, swelled with demand against Sergei’s thigh, causing him to groan. He gathered every ounce of strength to pull away and step back.

When he did, Sergei was panting, his almond-shaped eyes pained, his full lips swollen from their kiss. One lock of his thick hair fell across his forehead. “Why do you play this game with me, Valmont?”

Valmont sighed. For several quiet moments, he listened to the wind rustle the grasses. “Eternity is not a game, my love. As much as I delight in pleasure and seek it wholeheartedly, I do not recommend this existence to everyone.”

Sergei took one step toward him, bringing with him his intoxicating scent. “I would never have wanted such a thing were it not for you. You know that. How can I bear knowing I’ll eventually lose my looks and that you won’t want me anymore or that I’ll be too old to chase you?” He stepped closer and slid his arms around Valmont. The summer night allowed for thinner clothing and Valmont felt the heat of Sergei’s body through his white lawn shirt.

Sergei palmed Valmont’s chest, squeezed his muscles before slipping his fingertips through the ties of his shirt. Passionately he raked his fingers through the springy hairs of Valmont’s chest. “Valmont, I’m mad with love for you. What else matters?”

Valmont reached up and passed a hand over Sergei’s hair, sifted the silky locks through his fingertips. He had to admit that his lover was a rare treasure. Since the cult rendered Valmont immortal all those thousands of years ago, even before the founding of the Roman Empire, he’d had never met anyone, man or woman, who’d lavished such sincere adoration and love on him.

He sighed. Conscience was such a nuisance, but it had been his constant companion since he’d bitten Tenzin Gayatsu. What had possessed him to feed on a Buddhist monk in meditation? He fixed Sergei with a serious look. “You don’t understand what it means to crave blood, my love. You’d live only to feed your hunger.”

“Will it mean I may remain at your side forever?”

Valmont looked down at his boots. The night breeze blew an errant lock of his hair across his cheek. A gentle hand pushed it away.

Valmont captured Sergei’s hand and looked back up at him. The besotted look in the young man’s dusky blue eyes made the vampire stare. Never before had he felt an ounce of responsibility to a lover. A great deal had changed because of this young nobleman’s affections. Of course, Valmont could never guarantee he’d forsake all others, but he would not cast a protégé away after such a sacrifice, even if he took other lovers.

His inner promise to keep Sergei with him was the only thing that allowed him to make the final decision. He nodded and heaved a sigh. “Of course, my love. We would not be parted.”

Sergei’s breath caught and his eyes widened along with his smile. “Well then, let’s not waste another moment. Please, make me yours forever right this moment.” Without waiting, he tilted his head up and nibbled on the edge of Valmont’s jaw.

The feathering of that tongue over his clean-shaven skin enflamed Valmont’s hunger. He reached up and laced the fingers of both hands roughly into Sergei’s luxurious hair and tilted the young man’s head to the perfect angle for feeding.

Sergei breathed raggedly. His strong body grew pliant. “Yes, my love. Feed on me. Drink your fill.”

The silken words only fueled Valmont’s bloodlust. His fangs ached to the point of excruciating pain. Closing his eyes, he curled his lips back and touched his incisors to the supple flesh of his lover’s throat…