The Scarlett Letters

Random Football Fic Trilogy

2010-03-20T14:54:50Z

The last few weekends, I've been doing the Key Party challenges over at keys_in_a_pot. Basically they take 20 footballers and draw random pairings. Everyone writes a one-off sex scene with their pairing.

It's been a lot of fun, but tough as well. It's also been kind of theraputic for me, because I've been slowly trying to convince myself that I can commit to writing challenges and that I can write anything under any conditions. Not easy, but my brain found a way. I never have a shortage of plotbunnies, it's the writing part that's hard for me....I wasn't sure I would do more after the first one, but it's kind of habit forming. Free gambling....

Here they are:

I've Got This
Pairing: John Terry/David Silva
Rating: NC-17
Words: about 1900
Summary: Silva isn't so thrilled. Can JT win him over?

All Natural
Pairing: Kaka/Esteban Granero
Rating: NC-17
Words: about 2k
Summary: Ricky and Esteban explore outdoors
A/N: For the Cabin Fever party.

Pre-Existing Condition
Pairing: Lionel Messi/Karim Benzema
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1870
Summary: Not the first time these two have met

for adoration of nakedness and other stuff...

2010-01-11T14:39:23Z

If you're a fan of the gorgeous boys of BelAmi, come join us...

belami_fans.livejournal.com

Bel Ami community?

2010-01-08T02:05:08Z

Okay, awhile back, I was considering starting another journal for the Bel Ami related posts, to keep better track and keep my personal stuff separate. Then, clover71 suggested I make a community, where we could all post our fic, squee, pics, etc. and I think that's a really good idea. So, this is in the very early planning stage, but it needs a name. Does anyone have any suggestions, or comments, or concerns in general? I don't really know what I'm doing, so feel free to let me know if you have any ideas.

Sadly, 'sebastiansassisaholygrail' wouldn't fit. *sulks*

ETA: Looks like belami_fans will be used. Hope to see everyone there. I'll make an official post later. Feel free to rec wherever and to whomever.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.

2009-12-24T19:44:01Z

*smoochies* Hope everyone has a great holiday season, lots of food and lots of snuggles. I'm getting ready to go see Alvin and the Chipmunks. Can't think of anything more heartwarming than that. Eh, except maybe this. I leave you with all the slash that money can buy. Feliz Navidad, indeed.

Kirk Cameron's Brain "Left Behind"/Origin of Stupidity

2009-09-24T14:17:19Z

This is the best thing I've seen lately, regarding Kirk Cameron and Whatshishead's new free version of Origin of Species.

Most awkward gay for pay porno on the planet.

2009-09-15T04:45:26Z

Okay, so the only thing more uncomfortable than fucking in a tiny Japanese apartment is when it's with your barely conscious twin brother and another man in ski goggles. WARNING: NSFW, possible twincest, ski accessories, barebacking, cream pie, etc.

Look what I found! NSFW.

2009-07-28T17:44:35Z

So, I'm researching male strippers(don't ask) and I found some hilarious videos of Jan/Pavel/Max/Whomever taking off his clothes. I give him about a five, because everyone knows most porn stars don't make very good strippers. Perfect example being Lukas in Boytropolis and that whole Marc Vidal photoshoot that reminded QT of Darkwing Duck. He's not too bad, I'd hire him for my bachelorette party.

In the first video, Pavel is stripping to some music from The Weather Channel and in the second, is undergoing some sort of military strip search to some Cold War era jam. Enjoy.

Prague Sucks: Part Two

2009-07-27T18:23:31Z

Title: The Truth About Dano Sulik
Genre: RPS, Bel Ami models in vampire universe AU
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for all the same stuff I warned you about before and possibly other stuff I can't think of right now....
Disclaimer: Sadly, Bel Ami is not my property. All characters depicted are over 18.
Author's Note: Special thanks to my brother, who gave me so many great suggestions for Theron's character.

Dano Sulik was a dead man. It was what Sebastian feared the most when Dano finally disappeared for good.. But, there he was, walking and talking, reanimated by vampire magic. And he looked hella good, Sebastian thought. Better, in fact, than he had in a long time.

Before, it broke Sebastian’s heart, watching his friend rage against the aging process, trying to hold onto his career and his lifestyle, which were woven together almost entirely by sex. His body was falling apart well before its time, but now it appeared he’d solved the problem.

“I thought you were dead,” Sebastian breathed, passing up the advances of the dancing boys and crawling onto the sofa next to Dano.

Dano laughed. “I am.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I don’t want to believe it.”

“You know, you can feel it,” he said, beckoning Sebastian closer with his finger. Sebastian crawled across the sofa and straddled Dano’s lap.

“I don’t care,” he whispered into Dano’s ear.

Dano’s skin was cool to the touch. Sebastian kissed him hard on those impossibly red lips. The sudden, sharp press of fangs against his lip seemed to entice Sebastian even more. A dull and light pain came when Dano accidentally cut Sebastian’s lip. Sebastian tasted blood, and all of a sudden, Dano was warmer under his hands. He was breathing. He licked across Sebastian’s bleeding lip and swallowed hard.

“Someone tried to claim you already. The bitch who calls herself Queen? I’ll kill her.” Dano looked past Sebastian, noticing Ion and Marc for the first time.

“God, I want you to fuck me. It’s been so long…” Sebastian kissed along Dano’s cheek and slid his hands underneath the other man’s shirt.

“Um, that’s really hot and everything, but we’re looking for information, not cock,” Marc interrupted.

“Oh, I love your posse, the holy Father and one very bad kitty,” Dano said. He made a hissing and scratching gesture to Marc.

“Enough, Dano,” Father Pieter warned.

“Mmm, why don’t you meet me in the hayloft, Father? You know I’ve sinned,” Dano quipped and went back to nuzzling Sebastian.

Sebastian stripped off the white t-shirt he was wearing and continued sucking down Dano’s neck.

“I thought you agreed to help us?” Marc said.

“Silly kitty. I did agree to help Sebastian, but I didn’t say it was free,” he said. “You, of all people, should know nothing is free.”

“Stop calling me that. What are your terms?” Marc asked.

“You can either give me sex or blood or give it up for The Master,” he said.

“Ion can’t and Sebastian’s in no condition,” Marc said.

“So gallant, taking one for the team, but that’s not what I meant, Marc. Everyone pays. Sebastian needs it, he’s got a serious vampire hard-on, and if someone doesn’t feed him soon, he’s going to start biting people or something. I’m sure Ion can think of something he can do to contribute, without burning in eternal hellfire. As for you, Hello Kitty, everyone knows you’re a filthy whore anyway,” Dano said.

“Why do you keep calling him Kitty?” Sebastian mumbled, briefly trying to focus on what was happening around him.

“Oh, can’t you smell that? All yummy fur and darkness and Jungle Love? Vidal doesn’t just happen to be a stud muffin by accident; all that power comes from somewhere. He’s a werepanther.”

“Marc, is that true?” Sebastian asked.

Marc moved next to them, so he could look at Sebastian. “I’m a jaguar, not a panther. It is true, but you can never tell a soul, Sebastian. When I was young, in South America, I met this girl and she turned me and I didn’t even know what was happening. She attacked me. Her clan wanted me, but I convinced my mom to bring me back here.” Typical Marc, only giving the Reader’s Digest version.

“That’s why you can’t go back to South America,” Sebastian said. “And the scar on your cheek....”

Like the many other revelations of the day, it answered several questions for Sebastian. Marc always asked off during certain times and would have a fit if George refused and frequently disappeared at night when they were filming on location. He thought about the way Marc slunk across the bed to him the first time, like a predator stalking his prey. It may have even explained the wearing of tacky animal prints, but Sebastian didn’t think anything justified that.

There was the time in South Africa, a time George had refused Marc’s vacation request. Josh claimed the two of them were rehearsing one night and Marc had bitten him hard on the stomach, then he’d apologized profusely, and vanished out the second floor balcony doors. Sebastian had chalked it up to an attack of nerves since it was right before Marc’s first feature scene. Marc returned an hour later and acted as if nothing happened.

“Ah, but they’re only contagious in animal form, so was she really a girl at all? Fucking perverted cat-humper,” Dano was saying.

Marc grumbled. “Oh, that’s rich, coming from you. I was a kid and I was violated! ”

“You started it,” Dano retorted. “Coming in here all smelly and powerful. You play human really well, but that show only works on humans.”

“You two are being ridiculous. Sebastian is freaking out, this thing clearly wants to turn him into a vampire, and you’re fighting like a couple little girls fighting over which Jonas Brother is hotter...” Ion sighed.

“Joe is definitely the hottest,” Dano said, while unbuttoning Sebastian’s jeans.

Marc opened his mouth and closed it, like he meant to argue, but thought better. “We’re really concerned, Dano, since we know all about their plans that they’ll wage war on us, possibly even our families.”

Dano straightened up in his seat. “Then we have to kill her and probably George too. If Sebastian ran, George already knows by now. I’m not scared of her army of twinks, or even Julian, but she’s very old and very powerful. The Master of Prague has a treaty with her, so she can travel across his lands from Slovakia, where she is the top banana. The Master tolerates her because he has no interest in attracting the attention of the Vampire Council or acquiring more property through war, but he owes her no allegiance and she deserves to be punished for hunting in his territory.”

“You are now the creature of this city’s master?” Ion asked.

“Yes. I was in a situation much like Sebastian is now and I sought The Master’s protection when The Queen came after me. She bled me two times before I escaped and came here. Once The Master re-claimed me, she agreed to let me go, on the condition that I stay out of George’s business.”

“Your protection had a price, I assume?” Ion said.

Dano nodded. “The Master only wanted my companionship, a very small price. What you see now was my choice, a generous gift from him.”

“I don’t want to be a vampire,” Sebastian whispered.

Dano kissed Sebastian on the chin. “I know, baby.”

“What can we do?” Marc asked.

“Since he’s only been bitten once, I can mark him as my human servant and it should cancel out her bite and hold on him. It should give him more mental clarity and it will make him stronger.”

“I thought you had to be a master vampire to be able to do that?” Ion said.

Dano smiled. “Some people are born for this shit.”

“What do you want us to do?” Ion said.

“Blood or sex? Pick your poison,” The Vampire Dano said. It reminded Sebastian of a bumper sticker that a stoner friend of his had on the dashboard of his car, which read: Ass, grass, or cash, nobody rides for free.

“I’m not fucking you,” Ion told him, as Dano got up, taking Sebastian’s hand. Dano didn’t feel like Marc did, it was more of a magnetic pull than an electric shock.

“Fine, dinner it is,” Dano said, happily.

“I hope it burns all the way down,” Ion muttered.

“It always does,” Dano replied, brushing past the taller man far too closely.
***
Dano led them into another room. This one was a super-sized bedroom, done up in rich jewel toned fabrics. The enormous bed was, of course, the focal point of the whole room. In the room were more guys, only guys, in various states of dress and undress.

A sexy young blonde guy, who was shirtless and wearing only baggy black Adidas track pants and a sideways Yankees hat, seemed to be getting all the attention. The pants were pulled down far enough in back for Sebastian to glimpse the blonde’s sweet, chunky bubble butt.

A lanky brunette boy in similar attire was leaning over, so that the blonde could suck on his nipples. Another guy, who looked identical to the hot Roma dancer in the other room, was on his knees in front of them, alternately sucking each of their sizeable cocks. In front of them, a football match went un-watched on an enormous plasma TV.

The blonde had on a thick platinum chain and a big diamond stud earring in each ear, but his magnificent body needed no adornment. His aqua blue eyes wandered over the three guys with Dano when they entered the room. Other cute boys were dancing or fooling around on the expansive wine colored sectional sofa. Two gorgeous Asian boys were going at it doggie-style on the floor. None of the Bel Ami men even blinked, they’d seen it all before.

When the blonde boy saw Dano and the guys, he called off the oral sex and turned his attention to them. He stood up and rearranged his pants.

“Okay, I got this...two porn stars and a priest walk into a bar...” he said. Blonde Hottie had no distinguishable accent. It was almost like how some news broadcasters practiced speaking. His Czech was textbook perfect.

“Dinner and a movie,” Dano said.

Ion and Marc managed to look confused and irritated all at once, while Sebastian could only stare at all the hotness in the room. He was a bit lost.

“Oh, poor baby, he’s got a nasty case of girl cooties,” The blonde said, taking Sebastian’s hand from Dano’s. He wrapped a lean, but muscular arm around Sebastian’s shoulders.

“We really don’t have time to make Too Many Boys 3, maybe some other time,” Marc added, impatiently.

“That’s a shame, because I’d really love to be the one to suck the champagne off your cock this time,” Blonde Hottie said. Marc audibly caught his breath and his eyes got wide.

Dano snickered at this and gave the blonde’s amazing ass a good squeeze. He moaned with delight when Dano groped him and an already big bulge grew larger in the track pants.

“He’s the master,” Ion said, after squinting his eyes closed and the opening them.

“What the fuck?” Marc gasped.

“You two know each other?” Dano asked.

“We’ve spoken on the phone before, but that’s not how I know. I just know,” Ion said.

“Yes, Father Pieter, I have to thank you for sending Dano to me, he’s quite the catch,” The Master said, unconsciously playing with Dano’s ass as he talked. Sebastian was watching The Master’s hand sliding into the back pocket of Dano’s jeans.

“I only gave him your phone number, all I knew was that he was having vampire drama and The Cardinal seems to think you’re trustworthy, for a vampire,” Ion said.

“Their parish also does great work with homeless children. This is how I became involved with The Cardinal.”

“Somehow, no one except myself seems convinced your donations are just old blood money,” Father Pieter sighed.

“Nevertheless, I’m eternally grateful for Dano and all your good work, Father,” he spread his hands gracefully.

“Then perhaps you’ll agree to simply help heal Sebastian without us having to sacrifice anything for it.”

“I’m afraid Dano is in charge of making the house rules for me, I simply enjoy the results,” The Master said.

The Master looked all of eighteen years old physically, but Sebastian could feel the power dripping off of him like a molten lava flow.

“Let’s have some privacy, kids,” Dano announced and all the hangers-on vacated the room briskly. The Master blew kisses to the cute Asian guys on their way out.

“We really do want to help Sebastian. I don’t turn people into vampires against their will. I deplore it, in fact,” The Master said, bringing Sebastian to sit on the bed while he spoke to Ion and Marc. “But think of it an infection, if it isn’t stopped, it will take over his body and mind and the next time his mistress beckons, he will follow like a lost child.”

“What about Dano? Who’s to say Dano won’t own Sebastian’s ass once he marks him?” Marc said.

“It doesn’t work that way. It’s a link, not a leash. Besides, I used to own his ass before, but you see how that worked out....” Dano said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I don’t know...you seem kinda evil,” Marc said, squinting at the vampires.

“Aside from being a vampire and having no soul, he seems pretty much exactly the same to me,” Ion pointed out.

“Thanks, I think,” Dano mumbled, unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and whisking it off. He stood there, in tight black jeans. Sebastian felt himself go all gooey, just at the sight.

Ion sat on the sofa, a short distance from the bed, while everyone else took a place either on or near the bed.

Dano undressed completely and The Master slid his own pants down and off. Sebastian admired that hot, eternally young body in front of him. The Master had abs that made Sascha look like an underachiever, yet he was chunky in all the right places.

The Master did a little swaying dance for Sebastian, after the pants came off. Sebastian smiled, marveling at how tan and perfect he was, though he’d likely been dead longer than anything on the planet had been alive.

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, as The Master of Prague climbed into bed with him.

“You can call me Theron.”

“Theron,” Sebastian sighed.

Marc was hanging back a little, cautiously watching the scene play out. Theron undressed Sebastian the rest of the way.

“Do you trust me?” Dano asked Sebastian.

Sebastian thought about all the times they’d been together, whether it was required of them for work or purely recreational. Not once had Dano hurt him, bodily or otherwise. Sebastian was the one who moved on with other relationships. Dano was perfectly content to be someone’s boyfriend, but that was not enough for Sebastian. Dano hadn’t said anything, but Sebastian knew things were never the same with them once he got married.

“Yes, I trust you,” Sebastian said.

“Good, that makes it easier,” Dano said.

“Let the priest go first, I think Sebastian and our sleek black jaguar will want to play longer,” Theron said.

“How do you know what color I am when I change? I have an uncommon strain,” Marc asked.

“I know all the cats, Marc, they’re my creatures too,” Theron said. He pointed to a fluffy white basket in the corner, where a trio of cute little yellow and white kittens were sleeping. Marc seemed to back up a little more when he said it.

“Okay, Father Pieter, who will it be? The Master or The Servant?” Dano asked.

Ion seemed to go back and forth between them for a moment. “No offense to The Master, but Dano and I have known each other before, so the damage is already done...”

Better the devil you know, Sebastian thought.

“Very well then and Dano has not fed yet this evening, so it will be a treat for everyone.”

Ion nodded to The Master, who looked so much younger by comparison. Ion looked almost old enough to be Theron’s very hot dad.

Dano went over to the sofa and sat next to Ion. He put his arm around the priest’s shoulders and pushed his head slightly aside to bare Ion’s neck.

“Don’t take too much and do not pull any Jedi mind tricks with me,” Ion warned.

“Let me put you under my sway just a little or it’s really going to hurt,” Dano sighed.

“A little and no funny business. I don’t want you trying to call me out of the rectory some night.”

“Amusing as it sounds, you know deep down, Pieter, that I only get off on willingness.”

“I know,” Father Pieter said, his breath coming harder and faster. Sebastian thought he could feel Ion’s heart racing from across the room.

“Listen to my voice, Pieter...remember that day in the field of poppies?” Dano said. The image flooded into Sebastian’s head, even though he hadn’t been anywhere near them that day. Ion swallowed hard.

In the field of red poppies, a very young Ion and Dano were rolling over and over. Dano ended up on his knees, with Ion fucking him from behind. The room filled up with Dano’s all-encompassing need for Ion. It was a memory so vivid, projected into the collective consciousness of the men, it made Sebastian woozy. Even Marc, who claimed to be immune to vampire power swayed a little, as if moved by an invisible breeze.

In the present, Ion was reaching for Dano, possibly for a kiss, but Dano licked across the other man’s neck and bit him instead. It was by no means violent, in fact, Dano appeared to be extremely gentle, almost dainty about taking the blood. Ion gasped, but it wasn’t anything like pain he expressed. His hazel eyes rolled back and those dusky pink lips parted with anticipation of something.

Dano’s eyes were solid walls of honey colored light. Ion’s hips bucked and he grew hard, as Dano fed on him. Sebastian felt Ion’s pleasure, and moreover, his surprise. Dano didn’t burst into flames from drinking holy blood, but he did have an impressive erection. He drank Ion down, tapping into The Priest’s power on the way and reaching into him, fucking his mind utterly. Dano flooded Ion’s mind with memories of real sex. Ion’s beautiful, lean body shivered and jolted off the sofa as he came hard for Dano. He screamed and ejaculated, and for a moment, Sebastian thought he felt the flutter of angels’ wings in the room with them.

Dano let go of Ion and his fangs were just normal teeth once again. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed. He licked the blood from his lips and fell over on the sofa with a soft “thud”.

Theron clapped his hands together with glee. “Beautiful.”

“Why didn’t he die from that?” Ion exclaimed, watching Dano loll on the sofa like a drunk kitten.

“It’s not like drinking holy water, which is cursed. Your blood is the blood you’re born with, vows don’t change biology. If you have power coursing through your veins, it’s you,” Theron explained. “That’s probably why the church picked you, they knew you had some untapped supernatural power. Prayers are just spells, but you have to have natural ability to make them work.”

Ion seemed to consider it, then he looked drowsy and slid down the sofa, his eyes slamming shut. Dano sat up, alarmed.

“Oops, did I kill him?” He asked, feeling for a pulse on Ion’s throat.

“He’s fine, you didn’t even take more than they take at a blood drive. I think he just realized he’s not the embodiment of Christ and the chosen warrior against the evil undead,” Theron said, winking at Dano. This even got a laugh from Marc.

“Sucks to be him,” Dano said.

“Well, that’s what happens when you get involved with these fly-by-night cults,” Theron said, referring to Christianity like it was a fad diet.

Theron turned and held his hands out to Sebastian. “Let us take care of our poor sweet Sebastian now.”

“What’s going to happen to me?” He asked.

“Dano will mark you two times as his own and then he’ll fuck you. This should make you stronger and more difficult to injure. See, all vampires inherit different sorts of power from their makers. My power lies in feeding off the sexual power of others, but I can also feed others with that power. It’s a very unique power which Dano shares with me.”

Sebastian nodded and turned to Dano. It made perfect sense that being a vampire only accentuated the intense sexual power Dano had as a human. Everything in his rational mind made him want to argue about binding himself to Dano, possibly forever, but the terrible need he felt made it difficult to care.

“Marc, come watch, if you like, the power boost is really something,” Theron said, holding out his hand to Marc. Marc didn’t take it, but came to stand by the edge of the bed.

“Oh, and put that gun on the table, it wouldn’t kill a thing in this room, except the humans,” Dano added. Marc took the gun out the back of his jeans and set it on the bedside table.

“Why on Earth would you need a gun anyway? You’re strong enough to rip apart an elephant with your bare hands, even in human form,” Theron added.

“I don’t like to get my hands dirty,” Marc replied, making a face.

Taking his hat off, Theron shook his head, his shaggy golden hair perfect underneath.

Once Dano started, there was no turning back. Formalities were useless with their history together and Dano immediately reached down Sebastian’s boxer briefs, grabbed his already hard cock and started to suck. Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned back.

God, Dano’s mouth on him again, he’d fantasized about it so many times. Only Dano could suck him that way. Theron moved closer to him and Sebastian found himself leaning back against The Master’s hard chest and rippling abs. He thought Theron smelled incredible, unlike The Queen who smelled like pressed flowers and old perfume. Theron smelled like spun sugar melting on a hot day.

Only Marc was the wallflower at the soon-to-be orgy, which was extremely rare. He hung back, watching cautiously.

“Marc, come on, I want to kiss you again. You don’t have to hide anything from us,” Sebastian said.

The lure of a pile of naked bodies was too much. Marc did come forward, taking off his clothes as he went He took his place beside Dano on the bed. Sebastian kissed Marc longingly on the lips. For the first time, he tasted the real essence of Marc Vidal. Dano was right, it was dark, exotic and mildly fluffy. It was all him.

Dano moved over Sebastian so they could suck each other at the same time. This was the natural order of things, their mutual gratification. For so many years, it was wordless and effortless. Very few people, even the other porn stars, could understand Sebastian’s sexual urges. Dano understood completely. They pretended it was just work, but it was always way more than that.

“Go ahead and give him the first mark, Dano,” Theron said.

Dano turned again, so that he was straddling Sebastian’s waist and could face him. Dano’s hard cock, slippery with pre-come, rubbed against Sebastian’s lithe belly. He moaned and gazed up at Dano.

“Look at me and clear your mind,” Dano said.

“That’s hard to do with my dick between your butt cheeks.”

Dano grinned. “All in good time. Think of yourself as empty glass and let me fill you up.”

“Goddamn,” he sighed, lustily.

Sebastian made an effort to go blank, even though all he could think about was getting his dick into Dano’s tight hole. Blank, he thought, over and over.

Then he felt little sparks of honey colored fire all over him, caressing and kissing his body, trying to invade. Sebastian didn’t resist, took a deep breath and all the sparks flew down his throat. The honey colored sparks warmed his body from lips to toes. He could feel Dano, everything about Dano, all his memories, like flipping channels on the television.

In Sebastian’s mind’s eye, Dano was fucking men and women, multitudes of them, some nameless and others familiar. Dano was jumping out of airplanes and shooting machine guns. There were images of family; two little boys playing in the yard and the less than lovely wife who left Dano years before. Sebastian saw his own wedding and felt Dano’s overwhelming pain and loss.

Sebastian gasped and tried to sit up.

“Not yet,” Dano said, as he took Theron’s hand.

Then a power cold as ice shuddered down Sebastian’s body. It was like a howling wind on the coldest winter night. Theron poured into his mind, but it was more controlled than Dano had been with him. With Theron, it was like watching a movie trailer that only showed the exciting parts.

Sebastian saw Theron hunting, dressed only in animal skins, stalking a mammoth with a clan of stockier, darker people, in a cold, desolate place. Theron was running through the snow, at night, being chased by something. All his tribe were dead and lying in black pools of blood. He was being attacked by a scary, primitive looking man, covered in blood and mud. The man was on top of Theron, holding him down, biting and fucking him at the same time. Theron howled in pain.

In reality, Theron leaned over and kissed Sebastian, sending the power down his throat. The power was aquamarine, like Theron’s eyes. Dano sent his own honey colored fire skyward and then everything crashed down on Sebastian like a wave, an all encompassing tsunami of radiance and bliss. Again, Sebastian orgasmed, coming all over himself and Dano’s hot ass, which was rubbing against his cock.

He stayed hard, yanking Theron down for more of his mouth. Dano reached back, rubbing Sebastian’s hot come into his ass and then jerking Sebastian’s cock, coating it entirely in its own moisture. Sebastian felt the world swim away from him as his dick was plunged inside Dano’s tight hole.

Sebastian gazed up at Theron and Marc, who were above him and watching with interest as he started fucking Dano.

“I want your dicks in my mouth,” Sebastian growled, in a voice more animal than human.

Marc grinned. “How about we take turns?”

Sebastian didn’t agree or disagree, but grabbed Theron’s big uncut cock and started to suck it.

“It’s sexy,” Marc told Theron.

“Thanks. You can be next.”

“Absolutely,” Marc replied.

Marc and Theron switched, then Sebastian was sucking Marc. With Marc’s cock in his mouth, it was like the circuit was complete. This time, Marc didn’t shut out Sebastian’s curious mental probing, but gave him a touch of what the jaguar was like. It wanted to run and eat and hunt. Mostly it wanted to hunt. With Theron’s hands on the both of them, Theron and Marc’s power entwined and burst out over them. Predators together, running through the jungle, hunting and stalking, horny and hungry. They were lethal and Sebastian wanted every inch of them.

At the same time, there was Dano, eyes closed, with Sebastian’s cock buried impossibly deep inside him. From underneath, Sebastian pounded into him. It wasn’t enough, though, so Sebastian moved Dano onto his knees and got even deeper from that angle. He spread Dano apart with his hands and jammed within him, balls deep and beyond anything that ever seemed possible before. Fuck. Full of blood and sex and power, Dano was so hot, it threatened to burn Sebastian alive.

Marc was at the head of the bed and jerked himself teasingly for Theron’s benefit. For a moment, it looked like he might go to The Master, but then Dano grabbed Marc and started to suck him. It was a surprise to Sebastian, since the two seemed to not like each other at all. But, liking the owner was never such an issue for Dano when it came to cock. Oh, and that’s what it always came to. Cock.

Marc moaned, as Dano took most of his huge shaft in his mouth. Sebastian watched Marc’s mouth gape open and his eyes close. It got Sebastian even hotter, knowing, even then, he was connected in some way to that pleasure. Dano went further, sucking more and harder, when Sebastian fucked him with more demand.

“Oh,” Marc groaned and he lost it completely. Dano didn’t stop and it was clear he’d taken all of Marc’s come down his throat.

Sebastian smiled over at Marc, but then Theron caught their attention. Sebastian saw him watching Marc so intently, feeding on Marc’s orgasm from the short distance, without even touching anyone.

“Wow,” Marc said, running his fingers through Dano’s ruffled hair.

“Make them all come their brains out, Theron,” Dano said, once his mouth was free and Marc had fallen over sideways.

Theron moved toward Marc and offered himself, lying down next to him. Theron stroked Marc’s flaccid and wet cock once, with just a brush of fingers, and it was rigid to the point of bursting once again. A bottle of lubricant seemed to magically appear out of nowhere.

Marc looked on as Theron poured the lube into the palm of his hand and then started to stroke Marc’s hardness. On his knees, Theron fingered himself with thick slick digits, two, and then three, moaning while he did himself. Marc impatiently pushed The Master down into the bed and entered him abruptly without asking.

“Fuck me. Oh, yeah fuck me!” Theron squealed, spreading himself for Marc. Marc grabbed Theron by his stylish hair and rammed his big dick into him all at once.

“My Master’s kind of an anal whore,” Dano murmured.

“I love it,” Marc said, slapping Theron’s full, sexy ass. Sebastian thought if he’d been human, the slap would’ve been hard enough to break something.

Dano was moaning, taking all of Sebastian’s dick and begging for more. Sebastian was still out-of-his-mind horny, but it was nothing unnatural. He knew Dano was close and reached around to stroke his throbbing erection. Theron reached out, grabbed Dano’s ankle and orgasm roared through the two of them. Sebastian and Dano came at the same time. Dano’s cock jerked in Sebastian’s hand and Sebastian got off, sheathed inside Dano’s slutty ass.

Marc was still nailing Theron to the bed, with his muscular arm wrapped around The Master’s throat, squeezing tight. Dano and Sebastian changed roles. Dano, still hard, put Sebastian in the missionary position and fucked him.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” Dano gasped.

“It doesn’t hurt, so you don’t have to be gentle,” Sebastian said, smiling up at him.

Dano stopped talking and fucked him harder, so much harder.

Marc was making Theron come and when The Master went, he took everyone with him again. Theron flooded the comforter with his creamy white juices, while Marc was coming all over Theron’s adorable ass. Then, Theron was pulling Marc down to him. He licked the big pulse in Marc’s neck, bit him hard and drank. More semen flowed from Marc’s cock and his body rocked backwards, but Theron held him.

Theron’s body jerked and he let Marc go, wiping his lips with the back of his arm and looking a bit stunned for a moment. Theron grinned and it was endearingly goofy and drunken. Marc dabbed at the bleeding wounds with his fingers and then they were already starting to heal.

Frenzied and insatiable, Marc wanted more. He commanded Dano and Sebastian, as Theron watched in obvious awe.

“On your knees, both of you,” Marc mumbled and Theron smeared their asses, which were oddly similar, with more lubricant.

“Wait, this may hurt,” Sebastian protested.

“Shush,” Marc told him, spanking him so firmly that Sebastian decided to shut up.

Marc invaded Sebastian’s ass with urgency. Sebastian realized he was moaning, nearly keening and his prick was fit to shatter once more. Just when Sebastian thought he might come from the pounding alone, Marc grabbed Dano around the waist and yanked him closer. Marc was inside Dano’s beautiful narrow ass, making him scream and moan. Marc’s hips slapped against Dano’s thighs violently. Open-handed, Marc beat Dano’s booty in perfect rhythm with the deep-dicking he was giving him.

“Rrrr, I fucking hate you...worship you...something...oh, God!” Dano wailed, into the pillow.

Theron moved behind Sebastian, wrapping his arms around the porn star and kissing him sweetly on the shoulder while they watched Marc abusing Dano’s ass. Dano climaxed, squirting all over the expensive duvet. Theron drank that release too, from merely centimeters away.

Still reckless and turned on, Marc came back to Sebastian, putting him back on his hands and knees knees. Before Sebastian even realized it, they were fucking. Sebastian thrust his ass back into Marc’s body, smacking against him with want. Theron was taking Dano, next to them, his massive dick spreading open the other vampire’s ass.

“Spank me, like you did him,” Sebastian groaned to Marc.

Marc obliged, slapping the cheek of Sebastian’s plump butt repeatedly until it glowed an angry crimson.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come so hard for you!” Sebastian yelled.

Marc put Sebastian down on his back. Sebastian jerked himself into Marc’s waiting mouth, splashing burning hotness across his lips, chin and lovely tongue. Marc sucked the remainder down noisily.

“Now I want to make you come,” Sebastian said, breathlessly. Marc sat up. Sebastian fisted Marc’s hard cock and started to suck him. In seconds, Marc was coming, a deluge of white heat in Sebastian’s talented mouth. Sebastian swallowed, taking everything Marc had to offer.

Theron fed from everyone and shot new power back into all of them. The buzz was incredible, sort of like feeling invincible. Everyone collapsed into a pile of sticky nakedness, basking exhausted and intoxicated on Theron’s bounty.

“Am I still alive?” Sebastian asked.

Theron chuckled, low and masculine. “Oh, yeah. I think even maybe I’m alive.”

He kissed Sebastian on the cheek.

***
Sebastian understood things a lot more clearly when it was all said and done. For the first time in hours, his head wasn’t confused and clouded with sex and buzzing. His senses were still heightened, but mostly just with an acute awareness of Dano and Theron. There were worse things, he supposed. It was going on midnight and he was still worried about his family and the other boys.

Marc stirred lazily on the bed, still entwined with Sebastian. Theron’s eyes were half-closed and a smile was on his handsome, youthful face. The puncture wounds on Marc’s neck were already gone.

“Oh, Marc,” Theron whispered, rolling over and pulling Marc to him. “You’re so yummy.”

Marc smiled sheepishly, kissed Theron on the chest and snuggled closer to him. “You liked it?”

“Never have I tasted anyone so strong. You’re so alpha, I bet you could change ten times without sleeping it off,” Theron told him.

“I’ve never tried. Mostly I only change when absolutely necessary. I’ve spent most of my time trying to keep a low profile, so that were-clans and vampires who can call jaguars can’t try to control me,” Marc said, running his fingers through Theron’s shaggy platinum hair.

“I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m older than you can probably comprehend and I can barely get in your mind, it’s only flashes. Other cats would probably bow down to you.”

“So, all that porn you did was what you considered keeping a low profile?” Dano laughed.

“Well, what other career could I choose? I mean, I have boundless energy, am impervious to diseases and unnaturally horny...” Marc said.

“I can’t believe you told me it was Vitamin B!” Sebastian said, kicking Marc’s leg playfully.

“If I’d told you the truth, would you have let me keep working?”

“Of course, if anyone got out of line, we could feed them to you.”

Marc made a face. “I don’t eat humans.”

Sebastian started to giggle uncontrollably.

“Okay, but not in a bad way!” Marc corrected.

Gradually, everyone got up, showered, and dressed again. Plans on what to do with Sebastian were discussed. Theron decided it would be best to hide him until morning while he arranged a meeting with The Queen and her entourage of former porn stars. He was concerned they might come looking for Sebastian at the club once it was light out. Father Pieter wanted to go and burn her house during the daylight hours, but Theron reminded everyone that some vampires and humans may have been there involuntarily.

“Fine,” Pieter said, rubbing his tired eyes. “Let’s figure out somewhere to take Sebastian, somewhere George doesn’t know about and then we’ll regroup tomorrow evening for a meeting with Her Majesty. In the meantime, we’ll text if anything goes horribly wrong before dawn.”

“You can always MySpace me,” Theron said. Everyone gave him confused looks.

Sebastian always imagined typical vampires hung out in creepy cemeteries, instead of sitting around, listening to Lil Wayne and pimping their MySpace pages. Theron was apparently anything but typical.

“I know somewhere isolated we can go,” Marc said. Sebastian refrained from making any flirty comments, even though it was a line straight out of one of their movies.

“Dano will see you out, lovers. Be well. It’s been an incredible night,” Theron told them, as they got ready to go out into the club. “Visit me anytime.”

Marc and Ion shook Theron’s hand. Sebastian gave him a squeeze and a very big kiss.

Outside the club, the music was just a dull throb. Dano, who hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt, walked with the three men to Marc’s waiting SUV. Marc had just unlocked the doors when there was a loud “whoosh” and approaching footsteps.

“You didn’t think you could take something that didn’t belong to you, did you, Dano?”

It was Julian, who appeared in front of them in the shadows and steam that rose up from under the city. Like Dano, he looked the same, but somehow better. Julian was clad in faded jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, nothing unusual. He was just more...bigger, better, faster and without the glasses he usually wore when he wasn’t being a porn star. Sebastian missed the glasses the most.

“Hey, Julian,” Sebastian said, trying to remain calm.

“Tell Hannah Montana she can suck it, Sebastian is never going to belong to her!” Dano said, angrily pointing a finger at Julian. Uh-oh.

“Bronwyn always gets what she wants,” Julian said. “You guys got away tonight because we let you go. Johan’s lucky that Milos made it, otherwise he’d be dead already.”

“She didn’t get me,” Dano said.

“Only because Master of Chavs got to you first, but this time she means business. Besides, everyone knows Sebastian would rather serve a female master anyway.”

Dano and Sebastian looked at each other.

“He’s had two dicks in his ass tonight,” Dano clarified, less than tactfully.

“Good for you, but you’re still coming with me,” Julian said.

There was another whoosh, this time and Theron was standing on the hood of a very expensive BMW. Sebastian barely saw him flicker and appear there. Theron was barefoot and wearing only a pair of silky blue gym shorts and the same baseball cap as before.

“Julian, what a nice surprise, I believe we almost have the entire cast of Frisky Summer here,” Theron said, his voice echoed through the alley in a haunting way that made Sebastian shiver.

“My mistress won’t tolerate your treachery, Theron, she wants her property back,” Julian said.

“I’m not her fucking property!” Sebastian said.

Theron literally floated down from his place on the car and landed right in front of Julian.

“Such words. Show some respect for your elders, Boy Toy. Your mistress knows not to come against me, she will surely lose. If she wanted them, she should’ve taken them in Bratislava, not in my territory. She will meet me here tonight, or I will come for her myself.”

“I don’t think so,” Julian said, his hand lashing out and trying to grab Sebastian. Sebastian moved aside, a movement much quicker than a mere human could make. Dano’s gift was working. But, Julian was quicker, he moved again and then Sebastian was in his grasp.

“Don’t even try it,” Marc said. Sebastian only saw a blur and Marc was standing there, holding a gun to Julian’s temple.

“You can’t kill me with that, Marc. Lead won’t do a thing.”

“Yeah, but this is silver, HELLO,” Marc said, with an air of annoyance.

Julian was laughing. “You can kill me, but you can never replace me, Marc.”

“It probably won’t kill you, but it would mess up your pretty face,” Dano told him.

“I don’t think he has the balls to do it,” Julian said, making his voice echo through the alley; it was just a shade of what Theron was able to do.

“Don’t you even care what I think?” Sebastian asked. Julian was caught off guard for a moment and loosened his grip. That’s when Marc smoked him in the face with a powerful left hook, knocking him away from Sebastian long enough for Dano to step in between them. Julian was on his ass.

“Ow, Jesus!” Julian swore, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his sensuous mouth.

Marc wiped his left fist on his jeans with distaste.

“You’re crap at being a minion, Julian,” Ion laughed. He’d been standing there, smoking a cigarette the entire time.

“I hate when negotiations result in fisticuffs,” Theron sighed. “Sometimes I think the human race isn’t much more advanced than when I was human. Well, there’s TIVO, but other than that....”

“Look, guys, she won’t negotiate. She wants Sebastian, thinks he’s the sexiest thing on two legs, which he is, but I don’t get it either. What I do get is that she’ll think of some new and inventive ways to punish me if I fail!” Julian explained.

Theron seemed to contemplate the situation. “What’s she paying you?” He asked Julian.

“I get to fuck her and live forever, isn’t that payment enough?”

Theron and Dano simultaneously rolled their eyes.

“Oh, newborn, you have a lot to learn.” Theron sounded a lot older and way more weary than he looked.

“We have a great salary, holiday time, stock options, and we just got Xbox 360,” Dano said, excitedly.

Sebastian wondered where in the fuck vampires went on holiday.

“Really?” Julian said.

“And, I do fuck them, but that’s strictly voluntary,” Theron said. Julian looked him up and down.

Getting Julian to switch sides was easier than anyone expected. He even agreed to let Dano whale on him to show his mistress he’d put up a good fight. Sebastian tried to act like he hadn’t noticed the erection Dano got when he was beating the crap out of Julian. Vampirism apparently didn’t cure perversion. He was still a very sick boy.

“Is Bronwyn really the queen of anything?” Julian asked, when he got up from the beating he was given.

Theron shook his head. “In her time, she inherited a very small kingdom, not more than a hundred acres. She was conquered by Eastern invaders and sold to a Slav, who made her a vampire and brought her back here. I ruled this whole territory until the humans split Czechoslovakia It was then the Council installed her as master to Bratislava. She’s been on my nerves ever since.”

“So, she’s been pissing you off since the late eighties and you haven’t killed her yet?” Sebastian said. “What’s so special about her anyway? I mean, her power is sex, just like Theron’s, but she’s not as good.”

“Until Dano came to me, I had no evidence to her illegal activities. By our laws, there’s nothing I can do when human Czech boys disappear in Slovakia. I couldn’t just kill someone for being annoying,” Theron said.

“I could,” Dano interrupted. Theron patted him on the head.

“Her real power is quite a human quality, actually. She was a virgin when she was made vampire, therefor, her physical virginity will always remain intact, regardless of what or whom she does,” Theron explained.

Sebastian’s mouth dropped open. He looked at Julian and Dano.

“And this is what we’re running from?” Sebastian balked.

“No kinda pussy is worth dying for,” Dano said. Marc nodded adamantly.

“The pussy is worth it, her games are definitely not,” Julian said. “She never stops making you pay. She likes to throw you in the dungeon if you don’t come around to her way of thinking. Oliver’s been down there for ages.”

“Bro’s before ho’s,” Dano said, smacking Sebastian on the back a little too hard.

“Indeed and I think we all have better things to do than play pirates in her elaborate rape fantasies or whatever she’s into these days,” Theron laughed.

“Theron, I’m convinced she means to try and take Prague from you. She’s had us recruiting guys from the army bases. She even bought some Russians. We were ordered to stop hunting in Slovakia altogether. The werewolves are causing her problems over there. Her house back there is packed up like she’s going somewhere.”

Theron nodded thoughtfully. “I have similar information. Perhaps I’ll call upon the wolves tonight.”

Okay, so Slovakia was overrun by werewolves and vampires. Sebastian only hoped they might take care of the neo-Nazi skinhead problem in the process.

They sent Julian back to the castle to try and arrange the meeting the next night. Theron had a plan for getting The Queen to give up her claim on Sebastian. If it didn’t work, everyone knew what would probably happen. Someone would likely have to die.

“Sorry I acted like a jerk,” Julian said to Sebastian while they once again got ready to leave.

Sebastian hugged him. Julian was chilly to the touch, unlike Dano and Theron. He guessed it meant Julian hadn’t fed.

“I know,” Sebastian said.

Julian leaned slightly, brushing his lips against Sebastian’s for a moment and then with another small hurricane of wind, he was gone.
***
Marc practically flew them out of the city, the SUV screaming down an eastbound highway. No one was following them, but Vidal always drove like something was on fire. He seemed to be able to drive like that and text at the same time, without looking at the road much. Sebastian hoped wereanimals had something like sonar and didn’t need to look at the road.

“Where are we going?” Ion asked.

“West Bumfuck Moravia?” Sebastian suggested. Marc just nodded and kept driving. It felt like they’d been driving for hours.

For the first time, Sebastian noticed that the moon was nearly full and Marc very conscious of it. Marc looked fine, perfect as ever, but a little twitchy and irritable. He’d also devoured about a half dozen organic power bars since they left Prague.

“Do you need me to drive so you can change or something?” Sebastian asked.

“No, I’ll be fine until we get there. Do you really want to drive around with a 159 kilo jaguar breathing down your neck?” Marc laughed.

“Maybe. You won’t change by accident while you’re driving?”

“No, I can resist it unless the moon is completely full and even then sometimes I can hold it off.”

“What do you do once you change?” Ion asked, from the backseat.

“You know I hate a lot of questions,” Marc sighed. “It has to hunt and then it usually wants to run around and smell stuff.”

Ion and Sebastian shut up for the rest of the ride. Sebastian was dying to know if the jaguar version of Marc hooked up with other big cats while they were in South Africa. He had a vivid memory of Marc at the wildlife preserve they’d visited, with his fingers laced in the chain link fence while he watched the leopards in their enclosure.

Marc turned the car down a dusty, tree-lined country road which led to a farmhouse, lights twinkling in the windows. Past the house were corn and wheat fields, far as the eye could see. They passed some fenced in areas, which contained horses and cows. The house itself was flanked by tall grain silos and very old barns to the back.

The three of them got out at the farm, dogs barking somewhere at their arrival. Marc stepped up onto the large front porch first and Sebastian heard the unmistakable sound of 12 gauge shotgun rounds being chambered on the other side of the screen door.

“Hey, it’s just us,” Marc said.

Brandon Manilow stepped out the front door, taking his aim off of them and setting the gun aside.

“Sorry, you can’t be too careful these days, what with vampires and all this crazy shit,” He said.

Sebastian noted how completely different Brandon looked at home on the farm. He wore beat up camo pants, a threadbare white t-shirt and a hat with the name of some seed company emblazoned on it. Brandon’s hair was longer, slightly unkempt and his face was unshaven, giving him a more rugged appearance. Brandon was still hot beyond words, but practically unrecognizable, which was probably the idea.

Marc shook Brandon’s hand and they all exchanged greetings.

“Father Pieter! Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, giving Ion a firm handshake.

“Good to see you, Brandon,” Sebastian said, hugging the taller boy. Generally, he and Brandon referred to each other by porn names, to avoid the weirdness of having the same first name.

“I heard about your sucky evening, glad you’re okay,” Brandon said.

“Other than being physically and mentally bound to Dano Sulik for the rest of my life, I’m totally fine,” Sebastian said.

“Oh, fuck me,” Brandon laughed. “I guess there’s worse things that could happen.”

“I can’t think of anything right now,” Ion said.

“We could all be under contract for Eurocreme, I suppose,” Brandon said.

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly.

Brandon reached out and touched Marc’s hand. “Are you hungry? I’ve got a real motherfucker of a bull separated in the back pasture.”

“Maybe later, I think I can hang out for awhile, but thanks,” Marc said.

“You already know about all this? About Marc’s “affliction” and the whole Father Pieter thing?” Sebastian said. He supposed Marc had been texting Brandon earlier.

“I know Father Pieter from church,” Brandon said. Great, him too. Was it possible Marc and Brandon were attending mass together on Sunday mornings? Surely not, Sebastian thought.

Brandon shrugged, like he didn’t want to elaborate for the sake of Marc’s privacy. At work, those two were another mystery. On the outside, they looked like they would make the perfect couple, but when George put them together, it was a big ball of awkward failure which resulted in a lovely set of photographs and one really awkward blowjob scene.

No one understood why they couldn’t work together. Socially, they were fine and hung out together sometimes. Everyone chalked it up to being too good of friends, but Sebastian thought it was more like Marc avoided getting involved with Brandon like he did with everyone else. Because Brandon certainly seemed willing, it was Marc who instantly clammed up and had all these weird boundaries.

“Brandon is nice enough to let me come down here so the jaguar can hunt during the full moons,” Marc said.

There was no further discussion and Brandon invited them inside for the night. Sebastian wondered if the local villagers knew there was a wild jungle cat prowling the valley at night.

Ion crashed on the sofa while Brandon showed Sebastian a guest bedroom downstairs where he could sleep. There was a rifle and a box of silver ammo sitting next to the window.

“You know how to use that, right? I don’t think anyone will come this late, but still...” Marc said.

“Yeah, yeah, I was first in my class for marksmanship in the army,” Sebastian said, and then loaded the rifle.

“Good. Father Pieter said to put this on,” Brandon said, handing Sebastian a silver cross necklace.

“Doubt I can make it work, since I’m agnostic,” Sebastian said.

“Just yell for me, I’m Catholic,” Brandon said, cheerily. Things just kept getting more and more bizarre. Sebastian was glad the night was almost over.

***
Sebastian drifted off to sleep sooner than expected. He dreamed of Dano. They fucked themselves sore, wrapped in those canary yellow sheets in Portugal. Sticky and drenched in each others’ come, they whiled away the day in bed, oblivious to cameras or the rest of the world.

“I love you,” Dano whispered.

“I love you too,” Sebastian said.

It was more a memory than a dream, but the dreamlike part was the things they’d never let themselves say when they had the opportunity.

Somewhere in his mind, he knew it was just a fantasy, he’d had it before, but never had it seemed so real. For once, Sebastian let himself dream this dream.
***

Bel Ami fic: Prague Sucks, Part One

2009-07-26T16:39:47Z

Title: Prague Sucks
Genre: Bel Ami models RPS/AU with some original characters. Vague crossover with the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series(not enough to be spoilery or that you need to have read the series to even understand. Just similar folklore, but not remotely canon.)
Summary: A mysterious woman will stop at nothing to have Sebastian. Can the boys save him?
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for slash, angst, violence/horror, reluctance, language, blasphemy, and some depictions of het and reference to het relationships. This is a hot mess and not intended to be serious literature.
Pairings: Pairings are spoilers!
Disclaimer: I don't own this. All characters and people depicted are eighteen years and older.

***

It was all George’s fault. Like most everything else. Sebastian hated himself for entertaining the thought of going back to work at the studio even sporadically. Same as it ever was, the money spoke for itself. It wasn’t like he was the only one to ever leave and be sucked back in. Raising a kid wasn’t cheap, and lately, Bel Ami jobs generally ran to public appearances and menial office tasks. After this job, he was finished with Bel Ami for real. He’d told George in no uncertain terms he was through with the porn business forever.

This time, George had him consulting with the head of another studio, a studio Sebastian had never heard of. Nothing unusual in Prague, new porn studios sprang up all the time. It was no secret George, with a surplus of boys on contract, often farmed out his models to other companies. So, he’d made the tedious trip from home in Bratislava to the office in Prague. He hated being away from his girls and he hated Prague. It was never his thing and he was glad this would be the last required trip to that office.

Except the studio wasn’t in Prague, as he drove out of town, following the GPS directions, he realized he was driving further away from the city and south toward the mountains. It was a good thing Johan had offered to come along as company. Sebastian knew it was more like Johan came along to film material for his blog, in case anything interesting transpired.

They chatted as Sebastian turned off on a winding dirt road and drove away from the main highway. Passing the ruins of several old houses, he turned down a nicer gravel road, which was out of place among the ruins.

“I wish Luke would bother asking directions on the phone, rather than just sending us on some wild goose chase...” Johan complained.

“This is all George’s doing, no one else knew anything about it and George was on his way back to Bratislava by the time I got to the office.”

“Convenient...fucking douche,” Johan mumbled.

“If he drives you so crazy, why don’t you just quit?”

Johan shrugged. “I don’t know what else I’d do, honestly.”

“Anything has got to be better,” Sebastian said.

“Well, my job is considerably better than being fucked in the ass, at least I’m at the top of the food chain now,” Johan said.

Sebastian laughed. “It’s all the same to me.”

The little blue Skoda bumped down the gravel drive and stopped in front of a partially rehabbed 15th century castle. Behind it, the sun was setting, throwing a lovely pink cast against the pale stone. A lot of porn companies liked to shoot in the ruins of rural Bohemia, but Sebastian had never seen them using a castle quite so nice.

“Jinkies, Scoob,” Johan exclaimed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “C’mon, dork, we’re already late.”

They got out and Johan danced up the wide wood steps to the front door ahead of Sebastian. He grabbed the corroded copper door knocker and whacked it against the enormous door three loud times. No one answered.

“I hope this is the right house, it looks deserted,” Sebastian said.

“It looks slightly less deserted than the other houses we passed.”

Johan leaned against the door momentarily and then it whipped open and he almost fell inside. A shirtless teenage boy with orange hair stood in the doorway, watching as Johan composed himself.

“Hello,” the boy said, with an air of blankness that made Sebastian a bit uncomfortable.

The kid looked underage and if anyone could tell, it was Sebastian. Also, there was just an absence of light in his eyes, like maybe he was on something. Not good.

“We’re here to see the producer,” Sebastian said, only then remembering he’d forgotten the guy’s name. It was scribbled on a paper in the car, along with the address.

“You’re here to see The Queen,” the boy corrected.

Johan’s eyes got wide. “So, what’s your name?” He asked the kid.

“I’m Milos,” he said.

“Okay, Milos, I guess we’re here to see The Queen then.”

Milos said nothing, didn’t smile or even blink. He simply waved them inside the cavernous house. They followed him down a long corridor, which was lit with candles. It was then Sebastian considered the possiblity the whole thing might be a really bad idea.
“The Queen?” Johan whispered. “These big gay porn directors are getting out of control.”

“I really hope you’re right and that we’re going to meet Michael Lucas or something, because I have a bad feeling about this place,” Sebastian said, glancing at the creepy paintings which covered the walls, some of them floor to ceiling. He was sure their eyes were following him.

Milos didn’t so much walk ahead of them, but sauntered, in his white cut-off jeans. Sebastian tried not to notice how the kid’s ass looked like two ripe cantaloupe bouncing under the shorts.

The three of them entered a larger room, which may have once been a formal ballroom, but was now devoid of most furnishings. In the dimness of the room, Sebastian could barely make out the long black satin drapes which covered massive windows. In the center of the room were mounds of decorative pillows, flanking what appeared to be an expansive antique chaise.

Stretched on the chaise, was a lone woman, looking at them expectantly. Sebastian and Johan looked at each other. They weren’t used to running into many women in their line of work. But, upon closer inspection, Sebastian realized immediately there was nothing normal about the woman.

She was dressed in a long golden colored gown, the sort of thing one might expect to see being worn by the castle’s original owner. She was tiny, with flowing dark gold hair and big brown cow eyes. If Milos looked young, she barely looked old enough to be his babysitter.

Milos went to sit at her feet, like a good puppy.

“Ahoj!” Johan exclaimed, nervously, waving at the woman.

“I told George that Sebastian was to come alone,” she said flatly, with an accent Sebastian couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was British, but nothing like he’d ever heard.

“Well, that’s not how I do things and no one bothered to tell me this.” Sebastian found he couldn’t stop looking at her, with her long dark hair and honey colored eyes.

“He told me you might be difficult,” she said.

“So, what exactly do you want?” Johan interjected.

“This one is rude and has aged beyond his time of perfection,” she said it with an air of boredom.

“Hrmph,” Johan replied.

“Well, what do you want anyway?” Sebastian said.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

“George should’ve told you that I don’t do personal appearances anymore. Er, especially not the really personal ones. I can sign some naked pictures, but I‘m not dancing or anything like that.”
The Queen rose, but Sebastian didn’t actually see her stand. She just appeared within feet of him all of a sudden, effortlessly gliding closer until the two of them were forced to jump back.

“What the fuck, Lady?” Johan was saying.

“Don’t you see, George has given you to me for all of time. What’s his is mine.” Her voice was sweet like melting ice cream, but it chilled him to the bone.

“My contract is up, okay? I don’t belong to anyone!”

“Oh, but you do, Boy. For your service, George has given you the ultimate gift, eternal youth. Now you will be my star. I have many boys working for me, but you outshine them all.”

Sebastian felt Johan shudder beside him, close enough to touch, but only the sleeves of their t-shirts brushed one another.

“What the fuck are you?” Sebastian yelled, but the question was too late. Milos had stalked around behind them. The lady’s eyes turned to golden fire, a fire that both burned and called to Sebastian.

“Nooooo!” Johan screamed and two things happened. Milos hit Johan from behind and they tumbled to the wood floor. The Queen flew through the air in a movement so quick it barely registered in the human brain.

Johan kicked at the youth, temporarily knocking him away, but he recovered and kept coming. Sebastian too was on the floor, the weight of the woman, or whatever she was, like iron on top of him. He thrashed, trying to push her off. Oddly, he thought of his wife and how pissed she would be over him doing something with another woman. He should’ve been worrying about what the woman planned to do with him, but nothing made any sense to him in the moment.

Johan screamed somewhere else and Sebastian heard punching noises. The next time he caught a glimpse of Johan, he was on top of Milos and using the kid for a punching bag. The woman straddled Sebastian’s lap, clawing at his belt. When her burning amber gaze caught his, he knew then. All the pieces fell at once. There was a single word on the tip of his experienced tongue. Vampire. Oh, shit.

Sebastian had no choice but to fall headlong into her eyes. He drowned and surfaced, lived and died in that single moment. He tried to think her away, but she found where he hid in his mind and she ripped him away from the memories of his wife and child.

“You are strong, Slovak, but still just human. How dare you try and resist me?”

She did something to his mind, stripping away his defenses. He tried to pray, but she laughed deep inside his brain. She knew he didn’t believe. Her scent, somewhere between old flowers and dirt, burned through to the back of his eyeballs, in his sinuses and down his throat.

“Let go and I can make it about sex. If you fight, I will make you burn instead.”
Sebastian had a moment of clarity and nodded. Anything to make it stop burning. Vaguely, he heard Johan and Milos still fighting, crashing and something glass shattered.

She closed her eyes and ground her body into his. Sebastian felt his cock go rock solid underneath her. For a brief moment, chastised himself for getting a boner when he could be about to die. She undid the laces of her bodice and let her small breasts spill out. Her flesh was porcelain pale, the nipples only a slight shade darker than her nearly opaque skin. So vicious and beautiful.

Her touch slithered all the way down his spine. Without using her hands, she managed to caress him in places even he’d never been touched. Sebastian tried to touch her back, but she pinned his hands down somehow.

“Say yes,” she whispered.

“To what?” He gasped.

“If you want me to fuck you, say yes.”

“Okay, yes, please,” he heard himself begging, but didn’t remember wanting to say it.

All at once, an all encompassing pressure slammed into his chest. Like an invisible lightening bolt, it jolted the two of them off the floor, made them float inches above. She opened herself to him, flooding his senses with her, everything about her was sex. She didn’t just fuck him the traditional way, but worked herself into every pore, every organ, every fiber of him, like a virus.

Sebastian screamed and came, mind, body and soul for her. Everything was for her. Just as the full-body orgasm hit, sharp teeth sunk into his neck, threatening to devour entirely. It didn’t even hurt, as he writhed and continued to come all over himself. When it was finally over, which seemed like hours later, he was bathed in sweat and felt load after load of sticky come drenching the front of his boxers.

Sebastian couldn’t hear Johan anymore and wondered momentarily if Milos had overtaken him. The woman lingered over him, laughing, claiming her prize. Her glory was short lived. Out the corner of his eye, Sebastian saw Johan swing something that looked like an oak end table at the woman’s head, and caught off guard, she fell to the floor.

“You’re dead!” She howled, making the candles flicker and all the doors open and slam shut.

“Back,” Johan screamed, grabbing Sebastian off the floor. Johan ripped a gold cross necklace from his own throat and held it out to her. “Get back, whore!”

The woman cowered a bit, covering her eyes. The small cross glowed like a lamp in the dimness of the ballroom. Milos was nowhere to be found, but they could hear the sound of rushing footfalls, as Johan backed them quickly out the shattered glass side doors. Once on the lawn, they ran, booking it to the waiting Skoda. Sebastian was glad he hadn’t bothered locking the doors or taking out the keys.
Johan literally threw him in the passenger side and ran around to drive. Something or someone was hot on their heels following. Johan held up the cross in the rearview mirror. It still glowed bright white. The mirror caught the reflection and he heard the angry hisses of whatever was coming for them. He locked the doors and slammed the car in gear, throwing gravel as they took off into the night.

They hauled ass down the gravel road and then he really hit it when they got to the dirt roads. A dark form on the path ahead lurked, but Johan didn’t slow down. Sebastian blotted his bleeding neck with a napkin he’d found on the floor and held on for dear life.

“Look out!” Sebastian yelled, as the dark form jumped up at them. It looked like a full sized tiger. Sebastian thought he must be dizzy from blood loss.

Johan swerved, but didn’t go off the road. The tiger had jumped across the hood and then into the woods.

“What the fucking fuck?” Johan screamed, but didn’t stop. He floored it until they hit the highway.

“Was that a tiger?”

“Yes, Andrej, that was a fucking tiger!” He said, using Sebastian’s real name and clearly making the time to lose it because it seemed like no one was following them.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? You’ve just been bitten by a vampire. I staked a teenage boy through the chest with a shard of broken glass and we almost got attacked by a full grown tiger, which, if you don’t already know, is not indigenous to the Bohemian fucking forest!”

Sebastian started to laugh and ignored his throbbing neck for a moment. “This is some seriously fucked up shit!”

“Yeah, and I thought George making the boys wear sailor suits was unfair working conditions...”

They cracked up laughing, but Johan didn’t take his foot off the gas until they got back to the office in Old Town.
***

Luke was sleepily editing the last of some footage from another trip to Africa. He sat in his office chair, smoking and looking at his 10,000th blowjob of the day. Marc was next to him, idly flipping the pages of some high fashion men’s magazine. Marc was on Luke’s monitor too, not-so-idly fucking the bejesus out of some new recruit’s hot little mouth.

“Don’t you ever get tired of this shit?” Luke asked him.

Marc shook his head. “Nope, I never get tired of jamming my dick into some kid’s mouth,” he sighed, admiring a garish looking Dolce shirt at the same time.

“I don’t mean that. I mean the anonymity and namelessness of it all. Don’t you ever just want to settle down and get familiar?”

Marc glowered at him. “No. I’m not interested in the wife and kiddies thing. That may be fine for people like Sebastian, but it’s not for me. Women are too much trouble.”

“So, you’re really gay?” Luke asked.

Marc simply bit his lip and smiled that innocent half-smile, which was nowhere near true innocence and went back to reading his magazine.

Just then, they heard doors slamming and the sounds of someone running up the stairs. Sebastian and Johan bolted into the room, locking and dead-bolting the door behind them. Sebastian looked a bit peaked.

Sebastian leaned heavily on Johan, who helped him onto the sofa. His neck was still bleeding.

“Oh my God, what the fuck happened?” Luke said. Marc didn’t say much, but went over to check the wound on Sebastian’s neck.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Sebastian said, slumping down in the sofa.

Marc went to the bathroom and came back with a fresh washcloth for Sebastian and Johan told them the whole story from beginning to the tiger jumping on the moving car. Sebastian added comments here and there.

“No freakin’ way!” Luke said.

Marc looked like he was thinking about it. “See, I told you women are trouble,” he told Luke.

“Well, this one certainly was,” Johan said. “And she said George had given Sebastian to her and that everything that is George’s is her’s.”

“It doesn’t make any sense. George would never want you killed, you’re his favorite,” Luke said.

“Shut up, I’m his favorite,” Johan said.

“Everyone shut up,” Marc said. “She didn’t say she wanted to kill you though. She said he wanted to give you eternal life.”

“Yeah, but they have to kill you to do that!” Luke said.

“But they don’t look at death the same way we do,” Marc said, thoughtfully.

“What the hell do you know about vampires, Vidal?” Johan asked.

“I know a lot about a lot of things, Johan.”
***Marc started texting. Sebastian was tossing and turning on the big yellow sofa.

“Does it hurt?” Johan asked.

“Yes, it hurts!”

Luke was clearly panicking. “Should we call his wife or something?”

“Sure, and tell her what? That her husband was bitten and mind-fucked by some really hot vampire chick? It’s bad enough she thinks he’s back here working for George, you know she hates him....” Johan said, while dabbing peroxide on the neck wound.

“Apparently with good reason,” Sebastian said, jolting up from the sofa when the peroxide started to bubble. “If I turn into a vampire, George is the first person I’m going to eat.”

“Maybe he’s already a vampire?” Luke suggested.

“Well, then why didn’t he burst into flames any of the times he took us to the beach?” Johan said. He made it sound like a family vacation, not a porn shoot.

“Maybe he’s a daytime vampire, you know, like Edward Cullen.” Luke said.

“He is no Edward Cullen,” Sebastian chuckled, picturing a glittery, middle-aged vampire in a Speedo.

“I bet he’s some kind of minion,” Marc said, tossing his Blackberry onto the table in front of him. “He’s doing her bidding. I think I know someone who can help.”

Sebastian shook his head. Marc coming up with a plan of action should not have surprised him. Marc was always a mystery to everyone. Whether he was Lucas Arthurs or Marc Vidal or whomever, he made the porn and kept the rest to himself. Sebastian had fucked Marc six ways to Sunday, and together, they’d done things too dirty to ever appear under the label of Bel Ami, but Sebastian’s knowledge was purely carnal. He knew nothing about Marc’s personal life. No one even knew his real name or where he lived. George paid him in cash and that was that.

All the models liked to speculate about what Marc was up to outside of work. Johan thought Marc probably had a wife and five kids somewhere. Josh told people Marc was in the American CIA. Personally, Sebastian thought Marc was just a momma’s boy who still lived at home, despite being almost thirty and financially well off.

“We should call Lukas and Marty,” Luke said.

“I don’t think we can trust Marty and Lukas is probably better off out of town at his lame Mini Cooper rally,” Marc said.

“True, because what if she’s after Lukas too?” Johan agreed.

“Why can’t we trust Marty?” Luke asked.
Marc sighed. Everyone knew he hated when people asked too many questions. “Because he probably knows something. If he’s not involved in this, he knows.”

“Maybe, but we’ve been here forever and we didn’t know anything,” Sebastian motioned to Johan.

“Well, you can’t keep a secret and he’s naive,” Marc told them. No one argued that point.

Fifteen minutes later, the door buzzed and Marc got a text message. Before answering the door, he went and got a plain blue Nike backpack out of the closet and opened it. He took out a Glock 9mm from the bag, jammed a clip into it and turned off the safety.

“Oh my God!” Luke shrieked like a little girl when he saw the gun.

“Shut up, Luke,” Marc said, quietly, going into the hallway to the stairs with the gun drawn.

“Where’d he get a gun?” Sebastian whispered, hoping it was just a prop from one of those cop movies Marc had done when he worked for US Male.

“I don’t know,” Johan whispered back, his eyes wide.

When Marc went down the steps, they didn’t hear it. Moments later, he returned with another man.

At first, Sebastian didn’t recognize him. The priest was tall and lanky with sandy brown hair. He wore the traditional black with white collar. It wasn’t until he smiled....

Johan beat him to it. “Ion!”

“Please, it’s Father Pieter now. Good to see you guys.” Even with the suit covering his tattoos and his age, he still looked very much the Ion Davidov they knew before. Well, except for the part about him being a PRIEST.

For a moment, Sebastian remembered a very young Johan being fucked on rollerblades by the now wholesome Father Pieter. He shivered with delight. The priest outfit was hot, Sebastian couldn’t help it.

Was it his imagination or was he more horny than usual? Surely it was impossible. He’d kind of managed to forget he’d had an erection since the moment he walked into the office and saw Marc and Luke.

Hell, even in the car on the way back, the scent of Johan’s cologne enticed him for the first time in ages. They’d been way too good of friends the last several years to be attracted, but right then, when he looked at Johan, all he could remember was the way that thick curvy cock felt inside him. He tried to remind himself that Johan was an annoying co-worker, who sometimes used all the coffee creamer without replacing it, but it didn’t really help. Those broad shoulders and big hands were not helping.
“How the...what the?” Sebastian stammered.

Marc waved his hand like they had more important things to discuss than Ion’s holy vocation.

“I have a certain expertise in the matter at hand,” Ion, er, Father Pieter said.

Staring, Sebastian couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to throw Ion down and rip at his clothes until he could run his tongue across that scorpion tattoo once again.

“First of all, we need to cleanse that wound with holy water. She will still have a mental hold on you, but it should stop you from physically changing any more. She needs to feed on you three times before she can change you, so it will buy us some time,” Father Pieter explained.

“Time for what?” Johan asked.

“We need to find Marty and find out what he knows. Then we’ll talk to the Master of Prague and see if he can help. He’s helped others in the same situation. The legit vampires don’t like their subjects attracting attention. Then, if we come up with nothing, we run.”

“That’s your solution, running?” Luke balked.

“There’s no fighting these things, believe me,” Marc said.

“Okay, you’re telling me right now how you know all this stuff and how you even know Ion!” Johan demanded. “...and, Ion, how the hell does a priest become an expert on vampires?”

Marc shook his head and even his annoyance was sexy. “I know Father Pieter from church, the rest is on a need-to-know basis.”

Sebastian didn’t believe him for a moment. Though, the thought of Marc in church amused him highly. A little fantasy played in his head of all the things Marc would have to confess to Ion. Maybe Ion would even have to jerk off when he heard it. Sebastian shook his head and tried to listen.

“As for me, the Vatican selects one priest for every major territory to keep watch over the vampires. I’m Romanian, so I was an obvious choice. If they get out of line, we order an execution.”

Marc was already bored with the conversation. He tossed the cordless phone to Luke.

“Call Marty, tell him there’s a big emergency, the pipes burst and the basement is flooded, that he needs to come down here right away,” Marc told him.
***
To his credit, Marty Stevens put up one hell of a fight. But, Marc had easily subdued and tied him up. Marc had him tied to a chair and his ankles were also bound. No one bothered to gag him. Since the studio was mostly soundproof, they were fairly sure the neighbors couldn’t hear him screaming and swearing. If they could, they’d probably just think it was Bel Ami business as usual.

“Did you have to tie him up?” Sebastian asked. He was impressed with Marc’s sheer strength and ability to wrestle the larger man down. Maybe he had learned all that stuff in the Jan Dvorak wrestling fetish movies.

“Probably not, but I don’t want to take any chances,” Marc said.

“Tell me you haven’t fantasized about it before,” Johan said.

“Not in a sexual way,” Sebastian replied, feeling dizzy. They holy water Ion put on his neck hadn’t done anything but make the wound feel like it was on fire. Again.

“Look, I know I’ve been a dick to you guys before, but I thought we were past that!” Marty pleaded.

“This isn’t about you making guys get fucked until they cry for their mommies,” Johan said. “What do you know about George’s connection to some vampire?”

“What? Are you out of your minds?”

“Okay, so maybe you didn’t know she was a vampire, a client maybe? Someone from a modeling agency?”

“What does she look like?” Marty asked.

“I don’t know, she’s got long shiny hair and these perky titties, but un-dead…maybe like an evil Mary Kate or Ashley...I don’t know them apart.”

Marty shook his head and looked the other way.

“Marty, answer the questions like a good boy,” Marc turned him in the chair, back to face inquiring eyes.

“I have nothing left to say and I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you don‘t untie me, you’re all fucking fired!”

“Tell me and I won’t do anything you’ll regret,” Marc said, rubbing the gun across Marty’s cheek.

“Oh, seriously, Vidal, is that thing even loaded, or did you steal it from the set of ‘Big Dick Czech SWAT Team’ or something?” Marty laughed.

“It’s loaded, but that’s not the gun you should be worried about...if you don’t start talking soon, I’m going to turn you over and fuck the information out of you.”

Marty swallowed audibly hard and shook his head. “You wouldn’t rape me, I know that’s not how you get your jollies.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve never had it this big and seeing you tied up is really turning me on.” Marc rubbed the front of his tight jeans with his empty hand while the gun remained pointed at his director.
Marc wasn’t lying, his big hard cock pressed the front of his jeans and threatened to pop out over his belt. Sebastian, though feeling queasy, couldn’t manage to focus on anything else.

“Fuck him!” Johan encouraged.

“No,” Marty whimpered, but Sebastian noticed their captive was getting all hard. With his size, there would’ve been no hiding it, even if he’d had his hands free.

“Oh, and we seem to have run out of lube,” Marc’s voice was teasing, but nonetheless threatening.

“You don’t have to do this. We’re friends, right?” Marty pleaded.

Marc laughed. “I think he likes it...take him off the chair and pull his pants down.”

Johan got up. “Your wife’s going to be pissed when we send you home with an asshole stretched twice the normal size. Occupational hazard, I suppose it was bound to happen.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you what I know, which isn’t much...but God help you, they’ll kill you all!”

“Just tell us what you know and we’ll handle the rest,” Father Pieter said.

“George is like her servant. He’s not into women, so a long time ago, in exchange for his life, he promised to get her money and boys. If we had problems with a boy, sometimes he would send them to work for her. Mostly it was when the boys with big cocks didn’t want to stay, that’s when he would send them to her.” Marty took a sip of water out of the cup Johan had held out for him.

“I’ve never seen her in person, she sends other servants sometimes to collect money or the occasional audition that gets cold feet. They have to be beautiful. She’s usually not interested in the boys who continue to work for us and age out, the money they make us is worth more to her than the boy, like with Lukas. Bel Ami was always a front to lure in guys, no one ever expected it to make money, ” he was saying. “Some of you were just too famous to disappear.”

“So why me, if she’s such a size queen?” Sebastian asked, sitting up.

“You’re beautiful and you want out. She wanted you a long time ago, but George convinced her you could work indefinitely. It was the same with Johan, but now she finds him too masculine for her tastes.”

“See, too masculine!” Johan said proudly. “Take that, bitches.”

Marc rolled his eyes and went back to the conversation at hand. “What other boys has she taken?”

“She has Oliver, Jimmy Larson, Kristian, Mark Aubrey, Julian, Liam and a lot of others you probably never even met. She tried for Dano, but he somehow escaped back in Bratislava and no one knows where he is. I only know because I’ve earned George’s trust.”

“Wait, Julian’s a vampire?” Sebastian said.

Marty nodded, solemnly. “Yes, she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, so to speak. He found out too much and it was either die or go to work for her. Think about it, when he comes to pick up the books for accounting, it’s always at night.”

“Fuck,” Johan said. “She’s got a lawyer and an accountant. Now I’m really scared.”

“There’s one other thing, a few years ago, George started asking me to find boys with military training. At first, I thought it was for fitness reasons, but the more I think about it now, she may be building an army, so be careful. It may be why she decided to take Dano.”

Sebastian felt sick and overwhelmed. It was all too much for him to process. He never stopped caring for Julian, it was just never practical for them to be together and they went in different directions. Julian worked in the office for a while and things went back to platonic when Sebastian got married. Then, one day, Julian just quit Bel Ami and never came back. His poor Julian, dead, un-dead, whatever.

“Wonderful, an army,” Sebastian sighed.

“I wanted to warn you, but I thought by the time you quit Bel Ami that she wouldn’t want you anymore. I’m so sorry. It’s not my fault you’re still hot,” Marty said.

This made Sebastian grin. “Well, this certainly explains a lot.”

“So, how’d you get away, Marty, you have a huge dick?” Johan asked.

“There’s a reason I’m a better director than a porn star,” he replied.

“Just barely,” Sebastian said. It wasn’t a compliment either way.

***
Marc decided Marty could be trusted and untied him so he could go home.

“Too bad you blabbed, I was looking forward to fucking you,” Marc sighed. Marty rubbed his sore wrists.

“Too bad you’re so gorgeous or I’d punch you in the mouth,” Marty said.

Marty didn’t know anything about specific locations or if George could show up and do something to them. According to Marty, other than being charismatic and seductive, George had no other supernatural super powers. It made so much sense to Sebastian, when he thought of it. Why else would hot, young, and mostly straight boys sign up with a creepy older guy to do gay porn if there weren’t some mighty powers of persuasion involved?

“We need to find Dano,” Marc said. He was texting someone else.
“Well, no one has seen him since he walked out work two years ago in Bratislava, talking crazy talk and threatening to kill George, if you’ll recall,” Sebastian said.

“I’ve talked to him, but he always called me from a payphone,” Father Pieter said.

“Uh, that’s not exactly true,” Luke said, reaching under his desk and pulling out a piece of taped note paper. “He gave me this number, but said I was the only person who could know about it and to only call him if there was an emergency.”

“I think this qualifies as an emergency,” Father Pieter said.
***
Sebastian dialed the number and Dano answered on the first ring.

“Yeah?” His voice was more gruff than Sebastian remembered.

“It’s me,” Sebastian said.

“I’ve been waiting for you to find me, but how did you get the number?”

“Luke,” Sebastian said.

“Is he dead?”

“Well, no.”

“You didn’t kill him?” Dano sounded surprised.

“No. I’m not a vampire, if that’s what you think.”

“If you’re not, you will be soon. You can’t run from them for long.”

“I love my family, I don’t want her to get me. Can you help me?”

Dano sighed. “Why should I help you?”

“Because you used to love me, that’s why. You were the first boy that I ever....” He stopped himself; now was not the time to dig up the past. Instead, Sebastian related the story about what happened earlier.

There was a beat of screaming silence. “Call your wife and tell her to go to your mom’s. I’ll send someone to watch them. Then write down this address and come to me. No one’s safe. ”
***

Johan and Luke agreed it would be best to vanish. Hanging around the studio wasn’t a good idea when everyone knew where they were. They rounded up any boys they could get ahold of and drove west to Danny’s house. Johan had a kid back in Bratislava, just like Sebastian, and there was no use in involving him more than necessary. Johan would do his best to keep the boys safe and Danny was not someone to be fucked with either.

Father Pieter changed into civilian clothes borrowed from the wardrobe closet. The address Dano gave them was some discotheque. Father Pieter said it was the known hangout of The Master of Prague and his entourage. In tight faded jeans and a black tank top, Ion looked like a porn star once again. Sebastian and Marc simultaneously admired him when he returned to the front office.

“Now, boys, this body belongs to Christ,” he warned.

Marc smiled hungrily, like a cat enamored with a plump mouse. Sebastian doubted it mattered much to Marc if Ion was a priest or even The Pope.

In a black Volkswagen SUV, Marc drove them to the Holesovice District over in Prague 7.

Like so many of the dance clubs, Club Devour was located in an old Communist era warehouse on the gritty side of town. From the alley, Sebastian could hear the throb of music vibrating from inside. He could almost swear he felt the pulse of the crowd, ebbing out and permeating his senses.

Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling every living soul swaying inside, twisting and turning, lusting for one another. In his mind, he soared above the crowd, watching and absorbing until something cool and smooth blocked his path. It wasn’t a body, but an essence, of pure hot sex, but cool to the touch. The thing in his path knew him, every inch of him, inside and out. It wanted to do unspeakable things.

“It’s Dano,” Sebastian said, his mossy green eyes opening wide.

The burly bouncer at the entrance to the club let them inside without a word, as if they were on an invisible guest list.

Strobe lights illuminated the dark vastness of the club. Throngs of people writhed together, libidinous on the dance floor. Sex and sweat hung thick in the humid air, as the three men pushed through the dense crowd of hot bodies. ‘Panic Switch’ by Silversun Pickups blared from the floor to ceiling speakers.

I want to burn skin and brand what once was mine...

Sebastian could feel Dano reaching for him. He no longer remembered if the connection had anything to do with what was happening to his body or if it had always been this way with the two of them. Marc and Ion walked ahead of him and he was incredibly aware of their beautiful bodies.

Waiting and fading and floating away...

A tall, pretty blond girl grabbed Ion and started to dance with him. He stood still, Marc at his back, and let the girl dance for him, his eyes impassive. Sebastian thought he saw Ion straining not to move his hips to the beat. Marc grabbed her by the hand and gave her an elegant turn, spinning her diplomatically back to her group of friends.

Sebastian’s attention was captured briefly by the gyrating go-go boys, who were painted gold and dancing on pillars placed around the dance floor. One particular boy caught his eye. He had short curling golden hair and a long, lean, but petite body. This boy smiled at him and blew him a kiss. Sebastian started to move off toward the side, to go to him, but Marc grabbed his wrist.

Marc’s touch was like a shockwave roaring through his heart, down through his belly. Sebastian yanked Marc to him, with a handful of the taller man’s shirt.

“We’re going, come on,” Marc said, leaning over to speak into Sebastian’s ear.

“Oh, but I want to fuck you...now,” Sebastian said.

“You know I don’t do repeat performances,” Marc said, his hot breath on Sebastian’s earlobe. Ion was watching them.

Sebastian said nothing, but turned his head, grazing supple lips across Marc’s mouth. He tried to drink him from a distance like he had with the crowd earlier, but it was like running into a brick wall, face first.

Marc grinned and stood back upright. “That baby vampire mind fuckery doesn’t work on me.”

Things just got stranger and stranger. If his newly found psychological umph didn’t work on Marc, what was the electric shock Sebastian felt between them? More questions and less answers, exactly what he did not need.

“Why doesn’t it work?” Sebastian asked.

Marc shrugged. “Don’t know. Let’s find Dano.”

“He’s upstairs,” Sebastian said, pointing to the wall past the bar.

Watching Marc glide through the crowd in front of him was difficult at best. Was he always that crazy drop-dead gorgeous? Sure he was hot and sexy and superb in bed, but now Sebastian caught glimpses of something more. He wondered if it was something with Marc.

Sebastian reached out, running his hand along the small of Marc’s back. Marc gave him a jolt similar to pissing on an electric fence. Something tugged at his consciousness, the deepest, most primal part of him, like casting a fishing line and reeling in something you absolutely didn‘t want on the other end. Something big, dark, and scary, with teeth.

He jerked his hand away. The music changed to some kind of dark techno dub. Ion stopped again and looked around. A big guy standing at the end of a stairwell motioned to him. Just then, Sebastian put his hand on Ion’s tattooed wrist and drew him near. Nothing happened. He was just warm and solid as ever, smelling vaguely of inexpensive shampoo.

Ion smiled. “Be careful, if you get too close I might burn you, imp of Satan.

“He’s kidding, I think,” Marc said, directing Sebastian up the stairs.

Once upstairs, another burly security guard, this one visibly armed, let them into a conference type room with no windows. Inside, it had the décor of a posh VIP room, with lots of cushy black sofas and thick wine colored carpet. People milled around, partying and dancing, making out.

Sebastian watched them, in all sorts of combinations, everyone in some process of getting laid. He knew it like the back of his hand, from times when it was not his occupation and had not been so effortless for him.

Then Sebastian saw him, across the meandering crowd, but he felt him first, throbbing just under the surface of what everyone else felt, like a baby universe unto himself.

The porn star formerly known as Dano Sulik was sitting on a sofa, in the back of the room, holding court like some amateur league king. Surrounded on either side by dancing boys similar to those downstairs, Dano was kicked back on the sofa, his black Armani dress shirt unbuttoned infinitely. A lovely slender Roma boy was giving Dano a really good show, grinding his body to the beat of Pitbull’s ‘Calle Ocho’. Dano licked his lips.

Dano looked past him to Sebastian, watching his every move as he approached. Dano was still and luminous as glass, watching his former lover come to him.

Sebastian completely forgot why they were there in the first place, all he could think about was touching Dano again, smelling him, tasting him, basking in everything Dano. He forgot all the things his co-star did to piss him off, the fights they had, and how his wife really really hated Dano. Oh, hell. By the time he crossed under the disco ball, he was practically running.

********

honor to your work, comrade.

2009-07-10T17:37:09Z

Urgh, so I'm up to my eyeballs in this rollercoaster ride of a BEL AMI ficlet. It started out as a drabble for my amusement after an email conversation I was having with quiet__tiger and it just spiralled into RPS infinity. Oh, but at least it has a plot and sex and a beginning, middle and end. Have I completely lost my mind? Um, yeah. Has it gone way beyond crack? Oh, yeah. Let's just say when you have to wake up and watch Alpine Adventure for research, it's a very happy day.

BTW, Does anybody know about what the word count limit is for an LJ post? I'll probably post it in small chapters all at once when it's completed. I still don't exactly trust my writer's block to stay away forever, after all these years of not being able to really write. But, I haven't felt like this since 2005, where I know every plot point, conversation and character's reaction from beginning to end, so that's a really good sign. (:

a tribute to a very young(and badly dressed) Johan Paulik.

2009-07-05T20:55:24Z

Be sure to look for the neon pink short shorts, they're ultra hot. I kinda feel like a perv looking at this, even though Johan was over eighteen at the time and is about the same age as I am. Omg, the 90's, seriously!

Oh, no!

2009-04-01T12:18:34Z

Andy Hallet, who played Lorne on the Angel series, died. He died from congestive heart failure and he was only 33. How sad.

yawn

2009-02-18T21:55:25Z

I want to write some sort of a ficlet. Most likely Bel Ami related. I keep turning over ideas in my head and I never seem to land on anything. I've considered possibly taking prompts if anyone has a delicious idea. I would even entertain the possibility of crazy crossover pairings, fictional, RPS, what have you. If I can't make it happen, I may go for writing, "Slutbucket: The Dano Sulik Story". I think it could be a Lifetime movie, yo. (:

a blog post for World AIDS Day.

2008-12-01T15:47:47Z

Get Out and Vote.

2008-11-04T15:10:28Z

Vote for change and peace, not more of the same clusterfuckery.

Our problems are manmade; therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man's reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable, and we believe they can do it again. -JFK, June 10th, 1963

hilarious and sad all at once.

2008-10-06T17:29:58Z

Voter registration info.

2008-10-03T17:29:03Z

If you haven't registered to vote, there's still time, no matter what state you live in. It's super easy, and in most cases, all you need is your driver's license or ID. I had to go re-register today, it only took a minute and I didn't even have to wait in line.

Please don't make excuses, this is quite possibly the most important election ever. Deadline info can be found here: http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/

animal shelter makeover

2008-02-14T14:59:26Z

I thought this was so cool. Zootoo.com is having an animal shelter makeover contest in which they will give away a million dollars to the shelter they finally choose. Shelters need to be voted into the top twenty and then will be evaluted to see who can do the most with the money. I'm supporting St. Louis Stray Rescue, but there are tons of shelters listed HERE if you want to go and support your local shelter. There's a link that tells you how to give them points on the main page.

Obligatory friends only post.

2007-11-09T19:54:34Z

Yes, it finally happened to me, my journal is now mostly friends only. Just comment or friend me to be added. I don't mind if you only wanna lurk.

ETA: I should probably clarify that I'm not de-friending anybody. I just realized that I barely make any unlocked posts these days and I wanted this to be at the top of the heap of nonsensical unlocked posts.

10/04/07

2007-10-04T13:20:38Z

PLOBM???

2007-09-26T02:49:03Z

OH! According to Johan's blog, they're making a "Private Life Of Brandon Manilow" feature. *screams*

That's not as hilarious an acronym as PLOTH, but still....I wonder what sort of a theme it will have. Will he have a fake boyfriend that he has no chemistry with? Oh, please let him finally get it on with Marc Vidal. Will he give up his "virginity"? I'm dying to know everything!

Beck and animated hamsters? Hell, yes.

2007-09-19T13:18:35Z

I rock out to this song every morning. The hamsters are too funny.

Community Pimpage.

2007-09-17T18:03:39Z

Is pimpage even a word?

Anywho, I have a new community for healthy eating/fitness/weight loss called obsession_food, where basically I'm going to document my struggle with weight and food addiction.

Everyone is welcome to join, it's not militant or anything. It's just meant to be a fun little motivational support group/food journal for those of us with a similar plight. Tell all your friends, if you think they'd be interested.

amusing meme.

2007-08-31T18:08:32Z

Your Russian Name Is...

Ksanochka Nadenka Morozov

What's Your Russian Name?

I wonder what it does if you already have a Russian name?

if you're lost, you can look and you will find it...

2007-08-23T02:50:27Z

random wednesday observations.

-Omg, I heard Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" at the grocery store. I wanted to sing and go twirling around the produce section.

-I did some tough yoga today. *writhes in agony* It wouldn't have been hard for me to do at all about seven years ago...but, let's face it, it's been just me and pasta since then. So, one leg downward facing dog? OW. Looks easy, huh?

and no, that's not me. LOL.

-I just started reading "House Of Leaves". Has anyone else read it? Am I going to go crazy and have nightmares from reading it. Is it like that movie where everyone that watches some video, dies in like five minutes?

-It's still fucking hot out. Though, lucky for me and my allergies, we've been keeping the windows shut and the air conditioning on. Otherwise, I'd probably been done in by mold and ragweed. Bleh. I actually can't wait for fall.