Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was the afternoon of their first day in Theta Pi House and, already, Lucas could feel a simple, subtle shift in his master. Eli still respected him more than was absolutely appropriate, and still considered him an equal in almost everything. But in one area, he was adamant that Lucas take his lead, and that was, or so Eli said, for his own protection.

"You don't know what these guys are like," Eli said, folding his legs beneath him and looking down on Lucas from his larger, taller bed.

Lucas, since arriving, had been hesitant to leave the bed that he had grown up with. It gave him comfort to feel the familiar bumps and curves of a mattress that had molded to his shape over the years. He knew it childish, and that eventually, he would have to become comfortable sleeping alongside Eli. But, until Eli was willing to provide him with his daily dose of Venom, he really did prefer having the temptation of taking it for himself out of reach. And Eli was nothing if not tempting.

It had not been easy maintaining his Master's desire for an equal. It took a lot of focus to keep from slipping into a submissive role. Eventually, he knew, Eli would come to accept his role as Master. While being trained, Lucas had learned that some vampires did not take to the Master position as quickly as others. There was a strong desire in Eli to have a lover and, for the moment, Eli could only be a partial lover, at best. While Eli had started to express a willingness to be a bottom for Lucas, the realization that he would still be exposing Lucas to his venom had stopped what they both had wanted to do back at the Rose Mansion.

Folding his knees to his chest, Lucas looked up at Eli with raised eyebrows and a grin. "I have a pretty good idea," he replied. "Probably a better idea than you. But, if you insist, I'll be careful. Okay?"

"I mean it, Lucas," Eli said, a little more forcefully than before. "I--I don't want anything to happen to you."

Lucas reclined back, using the wall behind him to support himself and turned his face away. Being careful around a group of young vampire males was like walking through a pit of venomous snakes without getting bit. It was possible, but it was also highly unlikely. Lucas trusted in the mark that Eli had given him; trusted that the other vampires would sense Eli's scent on him and, out of respect, or fear, or both, would keep their hands off of him. It was not guaranteed; Thralls were abducted, stolen, abused, raped and, sometimes even killed by vampires that were not their owner. The penalty for the vampires amounted to little more than a slap on the wrist, especially if they were members of the aristocratic classes, as all of the young men in Theta Pi were. Still, Eli was a lot stronger than he gave himself credit for, and the mark he had placed on Lucas was stronger still.

"Why is your foot twitching?"

Lucas, realizing that his foot had been involuntarily shaking, sent a quick command to his lower extremity, arguing it under his submission. He looked to the offending foot, then to "Eli, then returned to staring at the wall.

"It's nothing," he said. "I haven't taken my dosage of Venom yet. I'll be fine." He took a deep breath, hitched a perfect smile onto his face and let his knees fall to their sides, exposing his crotch. He was not hard yet, but that was an easy enough situation to remedy. He was, after all, a very skilled Thrall and, if there was one thing that thralls were always good at, it was learning some control over their blood flow. He began the inner processes that would begin restricting blood flow to his cock, felt the skin tightening in response as the blood engorged member began growing, filling out the jeans he wore. Eli caught sight of it at once, and grinned himself.

He rolled onto his side, putting his feet where his head should go and stretching out on the bed, giving his prick room to grow. He loved the way Eli's face lit up; delighted in the playful gleam that filled his preternatural eyes. Someday soon, Eli hoped that playfulness would fall on him with more regular frequency. The only question that remained unanswered now was whether he was going to fuck Eli first, or whether Eli would insist on taking that pleasure for himself. There was no doubt in Lucas' mind that, once their relationship had been fully consummated, it would be reciprocal. Eli may be a top more often than he was the receptive partner, but that was only because of the sort of people Eli was accustomed to being with. Quick one night stands and back room pickups, tricks in the alley, maybe even an occasional mystery meeting in a public bathroom could never hold a candle to the love and heat of a vampire with his Thrall. Eli badly wanted to be the submissive partner; Lucas could feel the need bleeding off of him. It was all just a matter of time and time, Lucas knew, was something he had in abundance.

Over the clothes, and making the movement more obvious that it needed to be, Lucas adjusted his cock, letting its inflated length expand down and across his hip, creating a sightly bulge that was impossible to miss for even the most innocent of eyes. He even gave himself a quick stroke, provoking a shudder of pleasure that made his toes curl in his shoes, which he kicked off in haste to let his besocked feet breathe.

He succeeded in distracting Eli only temporarily, however. The young man, his Master, furrowed his brow after a moment's consideration of Lucas' package. he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the cold wood floor, making it creak and groan beneath his weight, then laid down alongside Lucas. The bed was barely large enough for one person, so he filled the small walkway between the beds instead.

"You told me before that you were okay on venom," he said, reaching out to cup Lucas' cheek with a warm, delicate touch.

"I am okay on Venom," Lucas replied. "I just haven't taken my dosage yet."

Before they had left the Rose Mansion, he had been sure to take the few remaining phials from the refrigerator, placing them in the specially crafted transport container and stuffing that into his bag, now residing at the foot of his bed, currently just above his head.

"Could I watch you take it?"

It was an innocent enough question, and a simple enough request, that Lucas had problems justifying his immediate response, a very firm negative, to himself. No one had ever asked him if they could watch as he took the Venom before. No one had ever told him that the act was meant to be private, and he knew that taking it directly from the source was at the discretion of the vampire giving it. Still, he had always taken it while he was alone. Even when he had been caring for his younger brother, he had never allowed the younger man to see him take it lest the boy come to romanticize the addiction. In Thrall society, Primes were either looked down upon, or they were revered. In their little corner of the warehouse, they were more often feared than anything else, especially those, like Lucas, who were addicted to and bonded with their Master before actually moving into their service directly. He had been so good about hiding his daily prescription that, when he did finally come to stay at the Rose Mansion, to wait for Eli's eventual visit, no one had known that Lucas had been a Prime for three years. It was a testament to his training that he had managed to keep it so securely from everyone he had known and loved.

Eli took his hesitation to give an immediate answer as a denial.

"It's--it's okay," he said, putting on a false smile that was supposed to make Lucas feel better, but only served to make him feel guilty.

"No," Lucas countered. "No, it's not okay. It's just that no one has ever asked to watch before and--well, I guess it's kind of like jerking off. It's not something you tend to do with an audience."

"Maybe you don't," Eli laughed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

That did make Lucas feel a little better. If Eli could make jokes, he was not as hurt by his hesitation as Lucas had first thought him to be. Swallowing back the lump of discomfort that had crept up on him, he nodded. It would be nice, he thought, to take it directly from Eli but, in the interim, maybe Eli would be willing to help. He unzipped his bag and extracted the container, what looked like a simple can of shaving cream. He twisted the body, opening the device to reveal several empty spaces, and twice as many thin glass tubes with pearl colored liquid within.

This particular stock had been treated so that it need not be frozen and, for that, Lucas was thankful. When Venom was frozen, he was forced to wait for the surrounding components to melt on his tongue before the Venom, which migrated to the center of the sample, could be taken. Most of the time, it was a pleasant experience and he had learned to like the taste of ejaculate after taking it every day for the last three years. But frozen cum was crunchier than the taste allowed for, and made the whole experience, not unpleasant, but certainly not something to look forward to. When Doctor Howard invented the device that kept the venom and semen viable over time without the need for freezing, Lucas had given a little jump for joy.

He plucked one of the phials from its place among the others and, holding it between his fingers, screwed the body back to the base of the container and replaced it in his back pack. He held it between their faces, letting Eli get a good look at it.

"Is that jizz?" Eli asked with an expression of interest edged with a little bit of disgust.

Lucas nodded. "Fortunately," he said.

He stopped himself from adding the other substances that Venom could be found in, some of which he had been forced to take before Doctor Howard had invented the more portable device. He held the tube out to Eli, pressing it into his hand.

Lucas tried returning it as soon as the glass made contact with his skin, but Lucas was ready for that type of reaction, wrapping Eli's fingers around it and then holding both in his own hand for a moment, waiting for him to grow more comfortable with the thought of holding a tube of cum in his hand. In a way, Lucas thought, Eli was actually used to holding a jizz filled tube, he was just used to it being attached to his body, being much thicker, and producing a great deal more than the paltry offering in the phial. Supplies were running low and Lucas was forced to ration his daily dosage. Just enough to keep the symptoms of withdrawal from forming.

The gradual decrease over time had given him a higher tolerance to the symptoms of withdrawal. Once, in a fit of experimentation, he had managed to go a full four days before the side effects of not taking the substance left him sick and weakened. The four days, however, had extended his stock and, when he knew he was strong enough to do so, he would fast.

Now was not such a time, however. Eli's appearance in his life had activated a deep craving for the Venom, among other things. Even as he looked at the phial in Eli's hand, he wondered if that would be enough to sate his desire, his need for it. Fortunately, the stock on hand was large enough that, if need be, he could take several more dosages and still have enough to get him through to his next visit to Doctor Howard.

"I--I'm not really comfortable, Lucas," Eli said, eyes flipping between the Thrall and the object in his grasp.

Lucas turned onto his back, opening his chest for Eli to rest on. Eli took the offer as soon as it was clear that it was being made, snuggling against Lucas' body and brushing a scratchy cheek over Lucas' chest as he settled.

"It would mean a lot to me if you gave it to me, Eli," Lucas replied. "I know you're not comfortable with feeding it to me directly but a vampire sharing his venom with a thrall is less about slavery and dominance, and more about love and care."

Eli seemed to be considering Lucas' words carefully, rolling the tube in his hand. "I never saw that," he said softly. "When I was younger, and I stayed with another vampire House for the summer break, I never saw that love and care. All I saw was abuse. I don't want to be like that."

"I know, babe," Lucas replied, gently squeezing him in a half embrace that was meant to display his affection for the vampire. "You didn't see everything, though. I'm sure that what you did see doesn't compare to what was happening behind closed doors. Most vampires are very affectionate with their thralls."

"So you keep saying."

"Look at us," Lucas countered. "We're affectionate, aren't we? No one told us to be, and no one is forcing us to be. You could have been a real bastard to me, but you weren't. I want to share this with you. I want you to be the one that gives me the venom because I want to feel your affection for me in a more physical way."

Sex would have been better, there was no doubt in Lucas' mind about that. If Eli did not want him sucking the venom from his cock, he could definitely provide another willing, and much tighter orifice for the injection to be made. The tube was a first step, a way to cement their bond and make it stronger than it already was.

Eli sighed, not with resignation, but with acceptance. "Okay. What do I do?"

"Open it up and tip it over in my mouth," Lucas replied.

"Is that it?"

Lucas thought about it for a split second, then added, "Well, you could always kiss me."

"And then what?" Eli asked, though from his tone, Lucas had the impression that Eli already knew the kiss was just a bonus to a very simple process.

"We'll see what happens," Lucas answered. "Maybe you'll unbutton my pants or, maybe you'll bring me lunch."

Eli slipped a thumbnail between the cork and the lip of the tube and popped the top off. He repositioned himself for the job, lifting himself onto an arm and looking down into Lucas' face. There was still hesitation in his gaze, but it was obvious he had made up his mind. Lucas gave his lips a quick lick, slipped a hand along his torso to land on his crotch. He squeezed the hard length of denim covered flesh, flexed his stomach muscles as the wave of pleasure rolled over him.

The tube was cold against his mouth. He breathed the scent of the liquid in, getting the first memory of its taste. Eli tipped it over at last, emptying the contents faster than Lucas would have liked. At once, the Venom sunk into his bloodstream. His prick twitched uncontrollably, sending pulse after pulse of erotic pleasure through his whole body. It was like having an orgasm, but so much better, and involved so much more of his body than the one, shining point of joy that started at the tip of his cock and then bled its way down. In the past, he had actually climaxed while the venom took hold of his mind, but not this time. He opened his eyes, and his mind blanked.

Eli was staring down at him, taking hold of his gaze and holding it by force of will. Lucas felt himself falling up into his master, descending under his will. Everything about Eli was perfect, god like, worthy of being worshiped. His skin gave off a delicate golden radiance, and the warmth of pure love glowed from him. And then, Eli came toward him, eyes closing, lips parting, desiring contact between their lips.

Lucas met him half way, the urgency of the moment, of the venom induced high, would last only so long. His body ached for the touch of his master's hand, for Eli's lips and bare skin pressed to his naked flesh. The kiss, however, had unexpected consequences. As Eli's breath whispered along Lucas' cheek, the intensity of the venom high did not fall. In fact, it got stronger. The psychic link connecting Lucas to Eli intensified, an invisible thread strummed to high pitch and tone that made the air fill with an inaudible music. He sensed the dark desires in Eli, the need for blood and the hunger for physical release; saw the image formed in his Master's mind of their two intertwined bodies, one penetrating the other, and then rapidly shifting positions; heard Eli gasp as his mind was touched by Lucas' for the first time.

Without thinking, only able to obey his instincts, Lucas slipped the cool metal button that kept his jeans together through its eye and forced down the sharp, interlocking metal teeth with a soft zip. He forced himself to swallow the last remnants of the liquid, then parted his lips for Eli to invade his mouth with a gentle, probing tongue. As he did, Eli dropped the empty tube, letting it fall to the wooden floor with a clatter, his hand slipping down Lucas' body. He hoisted the bottom of the thrall's shirt up, forcing it to wrap him around the middle. His nails drew a path to Lucas' cock, took him in hand, and gripped him between thumb and forefinger at the base. He squeezed as he went up, curling fingers around the turgid flesh as his hand ascended.

His hand moved with a slow, practiced rhythm, sliding up the shaft, dragging his palm over the sensitive head, then reversing his grip on his way back down. He repeated the movement over, and over, and over again, so many times that Lucas lost count. His tongue explored teeth, tickled his gums, dancing in Lucas' mouth and then withdrawing again, urging Lucas to press forward. When Lucas did, Eli caught his bottom lip and sucked hard enough to leave it pulsing with his heartbeat.

The first sparks of conscious thought returned to Lucas as Eli nuzzled his neck, kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh without damaging him. His awareness fell to the competing sensations of being jacked off, pleasurable and much appreciated, and the danger being presented to his neck, also pleasurable but too lethal to ignore.

Internal processes born from training perfected before he had hit puberty and practiced daily since, redirected pheromones and blood flow, drawing Eli away from his neck, over his shoulder, to the crook of his arm. He felt his skin open, felt his blood being drawn through capillaries into Eli's mouth. It was not a lot of blood, nothing that would endanger Lucas and he realized that Eli must have gained some practice during his other encounters with men, feeding from those who would allow it without causing them long term damage; maybe a sensation of lightheadedness that lasted for a few hours, but nothing more.

Barely more than a numbing agent, and no more powerful than over the counter analgesic, Lucas sensed Venom in Eli's saliva, felt it enter his bloodstream. He pulled back, stopping the blood trickling into Eli's mouth. The vampire sucked with greater urgency.

"Babe..."

A cold chill was creeping up Lucas' arm from the sudden loss of circulation. He forced his body to shift its scent, making him less palatable. Eli jerked away from him, dropping Lucas' cock, which sprang back against his belly with a slapping sound. Still in contact with the vampire's mind, still aware of his body, Lucas sensed the stirrings of bloodlust in him. Eli was hovering near the edge of losing control. His breath was heavy, ragged. His lips covered in blood. The hunger that hid behind his eyes was a mixture of erotic lust and the need to feed.

Eli pressed his will against him. Soft, delicate, hardly noticeable at all, Lucas could have let him take control and would have, were it not for the lingering sense of self disgust coiling like a black cloud around his Master's heart.

"No," he said aloud, to himself and to Eli. The command held all of the power that Lucas had imbibed, granted to him by Eli's hesitation to be his master in truth.

Smiling, Eli moved with lightning quick reflexes, straddling Lucas' hips. He snatched the Thrall's wrists, pinning them above his head. He rolled himself against Lucas' cock, and even though he still had his jeans on, it was as though he had swallowed Lucas up into him and flexed hidden muscles that milked him from root to tip. Lucas' scrotum contracted, squeezing tight against his body. The pressure of climax started building.

Too accustomed to dealing with regular humans, upon whom Eli's tricks would work without any complications, Lucas was a Thrall. His mind, trained to recognize the invasion of vampiric thoughts and powers, his body bred to respond without conscious thought to them, Lucas had no choice but to submit to his master's true will, knowing that he was doing it. Though Eli appeared to want him, to wrap himself up inside Lucas' body, the thrall knew better. And that knowledge was undeniable. If he let Eli have his way with him now, the vampire would regret it later, and all of the progress they had made would be undone. Lucas could not allow that to happen.

"Do you want to fuck me, Master?"

Eli collapsed forward, pressed his lips to Lucas' ear. "I told you, don't call me that."

He felt the vampiric will ease. "Sorry," Lucas whispered in reply, breathing a sigh of relief. "Babe, could you let go of my wrists?"

The spell, at last, was broken. Eli released him and then, realizing what had almost happened, pushed himself away. He retreated to the bed, tucking a pillow between his arms. Lucas returned his teased, unsatisfied member to its denim prison, and sat up. Eli wiped his lips and, seeing blood, sent him a worried look.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

Lucas nodded, regaining control of his body's responses. He changed his scent again, back to the soft, innocuousness that vampires found mysterious and appealing.

"I'm okay," he assured Eli. "Really. I liked it, babe. But, and please don't take this the wrong way, you need to get off."

Eli groaned. "Tell me about it."

"No, really," Lucas said. He stood, joined him on the bed. "Go take a shower, jerk off, and I'll get us some lunch."

Looking like a scolded puppy, Eli nodded and ducked out of the room. Moments later, the sound of water splashing rhythmically against tile filled the suite. He felt the vampire stroking himself, and his body responded with the same need. Lucas returned to his own bed, took himself in hand, and finished what Eli had started.

Using spit to aid the process, Lucas stroked himself at a furious pace, with an ear turned to the shower. It did not take him long to recapture the bubbling, brewing sense of anticipation that built up in his nuts and squeezed its way to the base of his cock. Taking himself over the edge, however, was more difficult that he thought it would be. He had to imagine himself with Eli, pretend it was his master's hand on his prick to bring the first stirrings of climax. Shimmering with saliva and drooling with its own spit, Lucas watched the bruised, purple head expand and contract, puffing out as the he reached the crest of orgasm. From the bathroom, Eli grunted loudly, and swore, and Lucas' cock exploded. His body, locked in the rictus of orgasm, gave an uncontrollable shudder, and all thoughts winked out of existence for a fraction of an instant. Hot, white jets arced through the air, landing far above his head, splattering his chin, dotting his shirt. Spent, he lay there, wandering through the dream world of his intoxicated mind, exposed to the world and covered in his own spunk. He did not hear the shower turn off, or if he did, he did not care. He did not feel Eli lie down beside him, only becoming certain he was actually there and not just in his imagination when he felt the vampire's lips on his chin, heard him sucking some of the juice that had been left there.

Too tired to blush, too inebriated to care, Lucas turned to look at his master. He watched as Eli rolled the fruit of his loins in his mouth, getting a taste for it, saw the lights of enjoyment flash behind his eyes. He let himself be grabbed and licked, and closed his eyes as Eli's tongue traveled over his face, slurping every spot and blob down his body. He hissed as Eli took his deflated, gooey prick between his lips, cleaning him with great care paid to the super sensitive tip. Unable to draw more blood from him, he let Eli take the next best thing to it, and felt himself succumbing to the young man's stronger will.

"It's almost as good as blood," Eli said when he had finished.

With a sleepy smile on his lips, Lucas rolled onto his side, pressed his forehead against the man's naked, damp chest. He sighed as Eli wrapped him up in his arms, delighting in the gentle brush of his fingertips tracing a path down his partially bared back, and over the hump of his exposed ass.

"I forgot to get lunch."

"We'll go out," Eli replied. "In a little while."

Lucas could have lain there, tucked against Eli, for the rest of his life. But as the venom high started to wear off, and his regular senses began shining through again, his awareness of where he was, and who he was surrounded by, intensified. It was the nature of a Thrall to be aware of vampires, just as it was the nature of fish to be aware of sharks. One by one, each of the vampires living in the house popped into existence in his awareness, and while he could not say what they were doing, or even give an accurate location for them, he felt them none the less. And, approaching the house, he sensed another, less powerful vampire, making his way up the walk.

Eli sniffed the air, and let go a little groan. "Felix!" he said to no one in particular. "Why did you have to come now?"

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. Reluctantly, Lucas pulled away from Eli, pushing against his master's chest and urging him to greet the visitor, who even now was being met at the front door by the only other vampire that had enough strength to make Lucas more than passingly aware of him.