By Va Wilcox and Kat Denton
Pairings: Julian/Cash
Warnings: m/m, GS, BDSM
Rated NC-17/Adult for explicit m/m relationship
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it - if they
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(KtE) was
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"The subject is *closed*." Julian's cold voice rings out
across the
impromptu council chamber in the back room of the Haven.
"You are
overruled as the only primogen still opposed to the council
on this." [I
know you are angry with me, Lillie, but I would have
thought that you
could separate your duties as the Toreador primogen from
your anger as
my former lover. I could force you to obey me, but what
would be the
point?]
Lillie sinks, sulking, back into her chair. She has disputed
every
little point during the meeting, been just short of challengingly
rude.
The other primogen are fed up with her antics and do
not support her.
Cameron, the new Brujah primogen just smirks at her being
disciplined
before the council. Daedalus and Sonny, Nosferatu and
Venture, carefully
avoid looking her direction. Cash is nervously shuffling
the papers in
front of him. He knows that her anger is mostly due to
her discovery
that Julian has taken him back as a lover. "This council
is adjourned."
The primogen file out, Lillie stalking out, her back
rigid in anger.
Cash hangs back. He turns to the angry prince, "Julian,
I want you to
know, the Gangrel have chosen a second. You know him,
John Stone. When
Blade left after I defeated him for the office of primogen,
Stone began
acting as my right hand. Though the council does not
need to approve
this, I *had* planned to announce it tonight, but..."
His voice trails
off as he gestures to the chair recently vacated by the
Toreador
primogen.
"Cash, it's *not* your fault that Lillie is being a bitch.
She chooses
her own path as we all do." Julian's voice is still icy
with anger, his
control locked into place, though his rage is demanding
an outlet. "Do
you approve of your clan's choice?" The prince gestures
to the Gangrel
primogen to precede him into the main part of the club.
They go to the
bar and order drinks, standing with their backs to the
room.
"Yes, I do approve. He thinks ahead and is a good fighter.
I wish I had
had some experience leading the clan before I won the
office of
primogen. I knew Stevie wanted me to succeed him, but
I feel so
unprepared sometimes. I don't know how you bear it, being
responsible
for us all. Making the decisions for one clan is hard
enough." Cash
turns to Julian, "It was so much easier when the only
person I had to
please was Archon. Just please him and nothing else in
the universe
mattered." His voice is sad, heavy with the weight of
his new
responsibilities, longing for simpler times.
"It can be that way again, just for a time." Julian looks
directly into
Cash's eyes. The Gangrel sees the hardness there, the
remnants of the
prince's anger. "Surrender to your prince, primogen."
Slipping off his leather jacket to revel a tight white
T-shirt
underneath, Cash murmurs, "So, you want me on a short
leash tonight,
eh?"
Running hands across his lover's chest, caressing the
hardened body
underneath the shirt, the Ventrue prince replies, "Real
short, maybe
attached to a nice studded leather cock ring."
Cash lays his jacket over the bar, shivering at the naked
lust and
dominance in his lover's voice. He picks up his glass
of "wine" and
downs it in a single gulp, heedless of the vintage. He
looks around to
be sure no one can overhear, "As you will it, my lord."
The Gangrel
subtly crosses his wrists as if to be bound. "As you
will it. Where you
will, as you will, when you will, my lord. You know this."
Watching in all directions, just waiting for the wicked
Toreador of the
west to come in and spoil it all, Julian moves his hand
down to clasp
Cash's wrists together. In a whisper he says, "Patience
is a virtue." He
extends a talon and lightly rakes it across Cash's hand
and bends his
head to lick the droplet of blood. "It's a shame I don't
have any."
Cash whispers back, "I know we can't beg a room here of
all places. How
about out back?" As Julian licks the blood off his wrists,
he shivers.
Julian lets his tongue flick a last time against Cash's
rough hand
before raising his head. "By all means. The alley would
be quite ...
convenient." He releases Cash's hands, picks up his glass
and drains its
ruby-red liquid. "Lead on."
Cash picks up his leather jacket and heads to the back
- though the
curtain behind the stage. They exit into the alley, Cash
checks it out,
Julian at his back "Nobody here." The 'stage' door closes
behind them.
Cash leads the way into the dead end side, into the shadows,
headless of
the icy weather. He turns to Julian and bows his head,
"My lord, my
prince."
After a quick look in either direction, assuring their
solitude, Julian
grabs Cash, catching him off guard, and pins him back
against the wall.
"Fuck patience. I want you. Now. Here." He kisses the
younger Kindred
hard, moving his hand behind Cash's head so as not to
slam it into the
stone wall of the building.
"Yes, please...." The controlling hand in his hair, the
insistent lips,
the lustful growl in his lover's voice, the possibility
of discovery all
conspire to arouse the Gangrel.
Grinding his mouth into Cash's, Julian's tongue clicks
against the
teeth, seeking entry. His free hand roams the length
of Cash's upper
body, making its way to the waistband of already tightening
jeans. He
rips the shirt free of the jeans. [We really must buy
you some button-up
shirts so we don't keep ruining your clothes.]
[My clothes don't matter.] Cash's mouth opens to his lover,
his head
pulled back by the hand in his hair, his own hands just
resting on the
prince's waist, passive in his prince's strong grip.
[I need this, need
you to command me. There are too many people pulling
at me, all I want
is *you*, beloved.]
Julian presses his tongue forward, exploring every nuance
of his lover's
mouth, sensing his arousal in the fang buds. Reveling
in the control he
has, he tugs slightly on Cash's hair. [Listen only to
me, Cash, to my
voice. You have no need of any other.]
At the pull in his hair, Cash arches even further back,
letting his
weight fall against the stone of the alley wall, exposing
the strong
column of his neck. [Only you, lord.]
Pulling away from Cash's mouth, Julian trails his tongue
down the cheek
to the exposed neck, letting his fangs drop. In a guttural
growl, he
commands, "Only me." He strikes, drawing a stream of
blood from the
pulsating artery.
Cash gasps as Julian's fangs enter his neck, his hands
come up under
Julian's arms to press his lover against him. [Gods,
yes, please. Take
all of me, drink from me, don't ever let me go.]
[Not all ... not yet.] The Ventrue sucks lightly at the
wound, more
licking along the rivulet with brusque tongue than drinking.
Cash shivers in his lover's arms. [I am yours, yours
to take as you
will.]
" 'At my will'. How nice." The prince runs his tongue
down to the base
of Cash's neck before he pulls off Cash, barely a step
away, putting
just enough distance between them to offer some leverage.
He tugs down a
little at Cash's hair, commanding, "On your knees, then."
The words are
said with loving menace.
The Gangrel's leather jacket falls from a suddenly nerveless
hand and as
it hits the ground, he drops to his knees, cushioned
by the leather from
the icy dampness of the brick pavement of the alley.
[Julian, you have
owned me like this since our days under Archon's hand,
just sometimes my
leash is longer than others.] Cash's mental tone is wry,
but under that
it is passionate.
"And for tonight, your leash is quite short, Cash, no
more than the
length of my arm." His hand tangled in the back of Cash's
hair, he pulls
his lover closer to emphasize the point. With his free
hand, he
unbuttons the suit jacket, letting it fall naturally,
and loosens his
tie slightly. An aroused smile crosses his lips.
His face buried in his lover's crotch, Cash smiles to
himself, [I love
it when he gets like this, it doesn't happen often, but
gods, when it
does!]
Julian's hand moves down the front of his shirt, past
the erection that
strains against the fabric of the fine Armani, lightly
touching Cash's
cheek. "You *are* mine ... to command, to control, to
love." Cash turns
his head to place a kiss in the caressing palm, nodding
in acquiescence.
Moving his hand back up the length of the constrained
fly, Julian deftly
frees the leather belt from its buckle and undoes the
top button. He
tugs at Cash's hair to move his head back a bit.
The movement of his head causes a tug on his hair, reminding
Cash of
Julian's imprisoning hand. Julian slowly unzips his fly,
letting his
pants slip down his hips; his erection strains against
the black briefs.
Cash licks his lips in anticipation.
Releasing his grip on Cash's hair, combing roughly through
it with his
fingers, before relinquishing control completely, Julian
moves both
hands to the bulge in his briefs, stroking it, noting
Cash's
anticipation. "Is this what you want?," he demands in
a guttural
whisper.
"Oh yeah," the Gangrel's voice is rough with desire. He
reaches out, but
Julian blocks Cash's reach with his wrists, quickly grabbing
the
Gangrel's hands.
"No, Cash, no hands. Put 'em where they won't get in trouble."
Shuddering with desire, Cash drops his hands to the small
of his back,
gripping his hands together in a passion soaked mockery
of his usual
"parade rest" position. He looks up into Julian's face,
hints of silver
in his eyes as he tries to regain a semblance of control.
"Please, my
lord," he whispers.
"At my will, Cash. My rules." Julian slips his hands in
the waistband of
his briefs and eases them over his erection, slipping
them down his
hips. His cock makes a hard arc against the night air.
Cash looks down at the magnificence of his lover, just
inches away from
his face, his mouth waters, wanting to taste. He looks
back up, his
voice rough, "Please, Julian, may I give you pleasure?"
"Yes, pleasure me." Taking his cock in one hand, he again
grabs the back
of Cash's head with his other hand, pulling the Gangrel
forward. Cash's
mouth opens eagerly, his tongue against the underside
of Julian's cock.
He lets his captor/lover set the pace. "Drink deeply,
my love. Don't
displease me." Julian thrusts forward, pushing his cock
deep into Cash's
throat.
Relaxing his jaw, Cash takes it all, his mouth touching
the hard hand
that Julian has wrapped around the base of his erection.
[I want only to
please you, beloved.]
Julian clasps Cash's head tightly with both hands, his
fingers tangled
in the short brown hair, holding it rock steady against
the rhythmic
thrusts as he fucks his lover's throat. [Good, Cash.
I don't want to
ever be angry with you.]
Controlled by his lover, Cash lets his passion flow free,
his hands
gripping each other hard enough for his nails to score
into his own
wrists, the scent of his blood fills the alleyway. Julian
breathes
deeply, taking in the scent of his lover. Heady with
passion and ready
to explode, he fucks Cash's face harder and deeper. [Take
me. All of
me.]
[Yeah.] His mouth is frantic on his lover, jaw aching
and yet wanting
more. [Give me your pleasure, my lord, my love.]
The inferno in the prince's groin reaches its tendrils
into every part
of his body, sending a surge of orgasm through his body.
[Yesss, that's
it. Please me, Cash.] He explodes, sending a wash of
cum against the
back of Cash's throat. Cash swallows, hard, and revels
in the taste, the
power of his lover. Julian gives a final thrust, then
pulls out, letting
the last of his orgasm fall against his lover's cheek.
"Give me your
wrist, Cash," he demands in a breathless, low growl.
Dropping the iron grip he has on his own wrists, licking
his lips to
capture the last taste of Julian, Cash gently moves his
arm, palm up,
over his head. [Take me, my lord.] His wrist and palm
are already
streaked with his blood, scored by his frantic grip on
them earlier.
Julian pulls Cash's wrist to his mouth and laps at the
blood, licking
the wrist and palm clean. Then he draws his talon along
the small nail
cuts, making them deeper. He drinks deeply. [You have
pleased me greatly
this night, my gypsy.]
Cash presses his face into Julian's belly, kneeling up
as far as he can
so that Julian has access to his arm. He reaches out
his other hand,
also blood soaked, for the prince's use. Content for
the moment to be
used thus, Cash rubs his face against his lover. [I am
grateful that you
find me pleasing.] The formal words are underlaid with
love.
Tearing his mouth from the wound, but still holding the
wrist, Julian
reaches for Cash's other hand, gently sucking away the
blood with his
lips. [You pleased me more than you know.] Julian pulls
his lover to a
standing position, releasing his wrists and wrapping
his arms around
him. Cash snuggles into his arms, still passive as Julian
seems to want
him this night, his arms go around Julian's waist, his
head on the
Ventrue's shoulder, mouth just touching his neck. "Tell
me, please," he
begs.
Julian kisses the hair he has been tugging all night.
"You let me be
like this. That pleases me." He runs possessive hands
over Cash's back.
"There was a time when *this* would have been aggression
between us, not
passion."
"You need this, *I* need this. I remember those times,
the early times,
Julian. Even then I wanted you. Only pride kept me fighting.
Pride and
the sure knowledge that if I gave in to you and you still
hated me, that
it would destroy me." The Gangrel's breath shivers against
Julian's
skin, "I thought of you as ice and steel. Be as hard
with me as you
like, Julian, but never freeze me out."
"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Pulling
his lover in
closer, Julian muses, "Ice and steel. That's an ironic
image. Each can
break the other." He gives a little laugh, "Guess that's
perfect,
though."
"It was you -- then."
"Oh, I don't think it's *all* in the past, Cash." He wraps
his fingers
in Cash's hair and yanks sharply.
A sharp gasp at the pain, then a moan, Cash's head tips
obediently back.
"Gods, my lord!" [No, you are still steel, but now you
are fire and
steel, reforged as the prince. Your love burns in me,
like your blood
does, grounding me, keeping me. You are only ice when
you sit in
judgment.]
[And you burn in me.] "Let's finish up our business inside
and get
home." Julian leans in and whispers, wickedly, "I still
want you."
Cash shivers in anticipation, "Still on a short leash?"
A decidedly
wicked grin punctuates the words as Cash pulls a red
bandanna out of his
back pocket and cleans off his face where Julian's passion
had spent
itself. "Better?"
"You missed a spot." The Venture licks down the length
of his nose,
kissing him gently. He pulls off of Cash and straightens
his clothes
into a more princely state. "Stay at my hand, never farther,"
Julian
commands, the tone of his voice implacable, allowing
no room for
questions or disobedience.
Cash reaches out to take Julian's hand after the prince
finishes
buckling his belt and buttoning his jacket back up. The
Gangrel primogen
bows low, touching first his forehead and then his lips
to the prince's
hand, touching his signet ring. "At your will, my lord."
[I want to feel you beside me, brush against you when
I turn.] "To our
business, now."
[I am at heel then, my lord, your obedient dog.] Despite
the words, the
tone is sensual.
Julian cuts his bodyguard a knowing glance. [Dog, indeed.]
A mental chuckle echoes down their bond. [It doesn't hurt
anymore,
Julian, being called that. Your love has healed me.]
Julian laughs out
loud as they walk back toward the club's back entrance.
Cash strides
just at Julian's left shoulder, within reaching distance,
smiling.
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end of part one
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Part Two
The curtain to the club's backstage area parts; Julian
and Cash walk
through with the Gangrel "at heel" just off the prince's
left shoulder.
They are chatting casually, both smiling. At the other
side of the room,
Lillie makes her way down the curved staircase from The
Haven's upper
rooms. She *isn't* smiling.
Cash notices the Toreador, "Goddess save us, here she comes."
Julian turns his head, speaking to Cash over his shoulder.
"Don't worry.
We're on our way out." The prince notices his driver,
Michael, at the
bar; Julian motions to him that they're ready to leave,
and they head
toward the club's entrance. Julian absent-mindedly straightens
his tie
and brushes his hand through his hair. He is just a tiny
bit less
sartorially perfect than usual, understandably, as he
and Cash have just
come from a passionate rendezvous in the alley.
Lillie makes her way through the small crowd, cutting
in front of
Julian. "Julian, leaving so soon? The night's still early."
Her voice
oozes with false sincerity as she edges around the prince,
moving with
the crowd, but trying hard to cut between the Ventrue
prince and the
Gangrel primogen.
Feeling too happy to get agitated, Julian just wants to
brush her off.
"Lillie, I believe we've finished our business. We're
going home now."
He tries to move past her.
"*I* don't think we are quite finished, Julian. I want
to talk to you."
Lillie angles a pointed glare at Cash, "ALONE."
Julian catches the glare. He looks her directly in the
eye, "Lillie, I
know of nothing we need to talk about *alone.*"
"Well, Julian, if you are afraid to be alone with me and
you want your
dog along, it's fine by me." She turns to lead the way
back to her
office.
Julian's temper is starting to boil, he wants to grab
Lillie by the
throat, but the prince knows better. He speaks in an
edged, civil tone,
"Very well, Lillie. Your office." He turns his head over
his shoulder
and speaks softly to his bodyguard, "Cash, stay close
at hand."
Cash nods his obedience. He knows that the prince is at
his most deadly
when he speaks thus. Cash has seen him kill in this temper
- more than
once. They follow the Toreador primogen into her office,
Cash gently
shuts the door behind them as Lillie whirls to face the
prince.
"You bastard! How dare you humiliate me in front of the
council. You
won't take me for granted again, Eddie did and look where
it got him.
And you," she snarls at Cash, "you just couldn't wait
to sneak back into
his bed, dog."
Julian is seething, his eyes flash silver for a moment.
He growls,
"Enough, Lillie! I will not have you openly defy me."
The prince stalks
across the room, "Take you for granted? How the hell
can I take you for
granted? I trust you. I value you as the Toreador primogen.
And I will
not have you insulting my primogen" Cash follows, perhaps
a *bit* more
than arm's length, but not by much, he neither want to
draw "her" fire
nor "his" wrath.
"Your *primogen* - your catamite you mean." The archaic
insult falls
ugly from the beautiful Toreador's lips."
The Ventrue prince turns on his heel at hearing the insult,
brushing
past Cash. "My *what*? How dare you?!" He stalks toward
her, anger
flashing silver in his eyes, "*He* leads the Gangrel
clan and sits at
the conclave; for that alone, he deserves your respect."
Julian grabs
her by the shoulders, "As for the other, Lillie, you
should act like the
Toreador *primogen* and not a spiteful lover."
Lillie glares up at her one time lover, passionate as
only the Toreador
can be, and full of the rage that such a passion can
breed. Mocking
Julian's tone, "*He* leads the prince too, does he not?
You are making
decisions based on your desires, just like you did when
you went away
with that mortal."
Julian growls, his eyes a full silver now, raging with
emotion, "No one
*leads* the prince." His hand is pulled back and he starts
to slap his
former lover.
Cash intercepts the prince's hand as it starts to descend,
stepping
in-between the angry prince and the Toreador primogen.
"My prince, wait.
You don't want to do this, Julian. She is no Brujah,
to be dealt with
thus, my lord." Cash's grip on Julian is firm, his control
unshaken by
the insults, his grave gaze reminds the prince this is
not only his
lover, but one of his chief advisors.
Julian glares at Cash briefly, then starts to regain senses.
He drops
his hand to his side, "You are right. I know you mean
well, Cash, but
you're walking a thin line."
"Punish me later if you wish. Even punish me in her place,
Julian, but
it is part of my duty to keep you from acts you will
regret."
The prince closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, reopening
his eyes,
he focuses on Lillie. "You live in my house. I cannot,
and will not,
change that. You no longer, however, share my bed. Lillie,
you are
primogen and I expect you to act as such. We are old
friends, yes, but
first and foremost, we are prince and primogen." Julian
extends his
hand, "And I expect you to act as such."
Shaken by the prince's anger and his willingness to strike
her, the
Toreador reconsiders her position. [This isn't over yet,
Gangrel. I want
him back,] she thinks. But she takes the prince's proffered
hand and,
inclining her head gracefully, her lips brush it. "Julian,
I am sorry.
Please forgive me."
Julian remains silent, gazing down at the beautiful Toreador.
[If I
thought you truly repentant, Lillie, I'd offer absolution.
Let's call it
a truce.] His anger temporarily abated, he pulls his
hand back "Let's
go, Cash."
Knowing her apology was less than well received, Lillie
decides that
discretion is the better part of valor tonight and doesn't
force the
issue further.
Cash moves to the door and opens it for Julian, stepping
aside to let
him go first. Julian steps in front of Cash, setting
a quick pace down
the stairs and out of the club, silent all the way. The
Gangrel keeps
pace, the earlier mood shattered. The drive back to the
mansion is a
long one, longer than usual. Julian is silent, bordering
on melancholia;
even his thoughts are shielded from his young lover.
"Julian, don't lock me out, please." Cash is uncomfortably
aware of the
listening ears of the driver. "Can we talk about this?"
"Not now, Cash." The prince is curt, the message clear.
The car pulls up
in front of the mansion steps and Julian waits to be
let out. Cash hops
out, forestalling the driver, holding the door for the
prince. Julian
gets out, mildly acknowledging Cash's gesture, and moves
toward the
steps.
As they enter the mansion, Julian turns to Cash, his face
still somber,
his voice calm. "You intervened, Cash. You disobeyed
me. Your orders
were to stay at my side, not to still my hand."
"Yes. My duty conflicted with your orders - I did what
I thought was
right." Cash is grave, the prince's displeasure was made
clear by his
cold silence in the car. "I will do my duty, regardless
of the price,
Julian. My vows are to you and to your office. If I must
break my word
to the man in order to serve the prince, so be it."
Walking around the Gangrel, Julian stops behind him, placing
his hands
on Cash's shoulders. He leans against Cash's back, whispers
in Cash's
ear, "You offered yourself in her place. Are you still
willing to pay
that price?" Not waiting for an answer, Julian walks
slowly to the
stairs going to the mansion's underground chambers, and
leads the way
down, "Follow me, Cash."
The deadly cold and calm of the prince's voice send a
chill to the core
of the Gangrel primogen's soul. [Were all your words
of love just
words?] he thinks very quietly, thoughts hidden deep
within his mind
where Julian cannot hear them, had he even been listening.
Cash follows
without hesitation, but as he realizes where they are
headed, Cash
shivers in dread. [ohhhh, gods] Then he steels himself.
[I can do this.]
At the bottom of the stairs, Julian turns left, away from
Daedalus'
quarters and toward the dungeon. They enter, and the
Ventrue shuts and
bolts the door; he points to the room's center. "Cash,
stand there."
Old memories stir like hidden ghosts in the back of Cash's
mind. Being
under Archon's whip here within these walls, the first
Kiss from a
Ventrue - the first time he tasted Julian's blood and
was consumed by
him in return. Biting his lip, he obeys his prince.
Julian stops briefly at a recess in the wall then moves
behind Cash.
"Take off the jacket," his voice is calm, almost serene,
but filled with
authority. Cash slips the battered leather jacket off
his shoulders,
slipping it off his arms and just letting it fall to
the dungeon floor.
"Don't move," the prince's voice commands. A flash of
silver in the
light at the edge of the Gangrel's peripheral vision
reveals the blade
Julian picked up from the wall. With one hand, he pulls
Cash's already
ripped T-shirt from his jeans, then cuts the shirt off
Cash's back,
letting the blade tip press against Cash's skin as it
moves upward.
Cash freezes at the command, trying not to flinch as the
blade lays a
welt up his spine. Julian breathes deeply, centering
himself. [What was
once aggression between us is now passion,] the Ventrue
thinks as he
traces the contour of his lover's shoulder blade with
the knife's edge,
drawing droplets of blood. "Now the jeans, Cash ... with
the jacket."
His hands go to his belt as Cash toes out of his loafers,
grateful that
he had chosen not to wear boots tonight, since he had
ridden in the car.
Unzipping his jeans, he pushes the denim down over his
thighs. He steps
out of the crumpled jeans, naked before the fully clothed
Julian.
Julian steps back for a minute, admiring his lover's body,
the
well-defined back, the muscular buttocks. He pulls Cash's
hands behind
his back and loosely binds them with a light cord, Cash
could easily
break it, but he knows better. "Turn around, face me."
[Oh, Julian, just get it over with,] Cash's mental tone
is resigned,
right about now, he is wishing that he had just let Julian's
hand fall.
He turns to face Julian, his head lowered.
Julian closes the space between them, lifting Cash's chin
with the tip
of the blade, "How should I punish you? What fits your
crime?" Cash's
mind drifts back to other encounters, to *punishment*
at Archon's hand.
Julian smiles, menacingly.
Cash swallows, convulsively, the blade scores a tiny scratch
on his
Adam's apple. "I am under your hand as always, my lord.
But is this
about me? or *her*?" [I understand if you need to use
me thus in your
anger.]
Julian traces the blade from Cash's right shoulder to
above his heart,
repeats the move from left shoulder, and then presses
slightly deeper as
he moves the blade down Cash's chest to his stomach,
making the Y cut of
an autopsy. "And what would the punishment be for defying
the prince? As
Lillie has done, of course," he adds quickly.
Shivering involuntarily under the blade, Cash mutely shakes
his head. "I
do not know, my prince. The time I defied you on the
night I became
primogen, you threatened to cast me out caitiff."
"So I did. And should we cast out Lillie? Or you, since
you've offered
yourself in her stead?" Julian pulls the blade down across
Cash's
abdomen, letting the tip rest against the base of his
cock. He leans
over and licks his tongue down the stream of blood coming
from the Y
incision.
Cash's hands clench, a thin thread of panic begins to
form at the base
of his skull. [no, no - please Julian, don't send me
away again.] He
pushes that thought away. [He loves me, I love him, this
is just about
his anger with Lillie, I am a willing surrogate for her.]
He bites at
his lip, his eyes beginning to fill with crimson tears,
in a passionate
voice, he begs, "My lord, my prince, please don't send
me away, I can't
bear the darkness without you."
"Ice and steel, Cash. Isn't that what you called me?"
Julian presses the
blade edge against Cash's skin, " 'Be as hard with me
as you like, but
never freeze me out.' Those were your words." The Ventrue
leans to
Cash's ear, "Well, this is the ice. This is what I don't
like to be with
you." The blade still in his hand, Julian lowers himself
to his knees in
front of Cash. "There is no aggression between us, Cash,
only passion."
He takes his lover's firm cock into his mouth.
Cash sags with relief. [I could get pissed about the mind
games he
plays, but, oh gods, how I love him.]
[You were right to still my hand, love. You were wrong,
however, to
offer yourself in Lillie's place.] Julian takes the cock
deep into his
throat, pulling off in a long, drawn out movement, then
plunging onto
the erection again.
"Julian,......." Cash swallows hard again, the adrenaline
of anticipated
punishment still thrumming in his veins. His legs are
unsteady,
trembling, fear and passion a heady mix thundering in
his blood.
Julian pulls off Cash, drops the knife to his side and
reaches behind
Cash's back, taking the Gangrel's weight onto his arms
as he lowers him
to the floor, releasing his captive's hands as he does
so. "Better?"
Cash looks up into the prince's face, "Julian," he says
again in a
trembling voice. A single crimson tear slides out of
the corner of one
eye, tracking back into the wilderness of the hair at
his temple.
Julian leans over the length of Cash's body, gently kissing
away the
tear, "I couldn't hurt you ... intentionally. By now,
you must know
that." He kisses each eyelid, traces a trail of gentle
kisses down his
lover's jaw line.
Limp with relief, Cash reaches up to thread his hands
into Julian's
hair. "I know, beloved, but you were very *believable*.
I hate it when
you shield your thoughts from me, I am as blind to your
mood as a mortal
and I couldn't tell if you were playing or serious. It
frightened me."
Julian runs his hand along the incision he made, willing
it to heal more
quickly. "Think you can make it upstairs so I can apologize
properly?"
the prince asks with a mischievous smile.
"Providing I can find my pants - or do you want me at
heel in the nude?"
The Gangrel's impish grin is a little watery, but intact.
[And wouldn't
*that* be fun if *she* waltzes in on us.]
Julian reaches to one side of Cash's head, retrieving
the discarded
jeans. "No, it wouldn't be," he answers the thought aloud
in a mock
chastising voice. "She is angry enough at the two of
us without our
rubbing her face it. She is not your friend, Cash, beware
of her."
"What can she do to me?" Cash shrugs. [As long as you
trust me, love me,
she has no power over me.]