Rating: NC17

Spoilers: None

Author: Vasalysa, with many undying thanks to Geek.

E-mail: cmbower@ennorath.net Comments are always welcome

Four hours later, McQueen woke up, feeling stiff. A run through his usual exercises and at least he could move without pain. He ran his hand through his not so short hair and proceeded to put his boots on. The growling in his stomach told him the order in which he should do things. Eat before stopping by the medical facilities to check on Silver's condition.

In the mess, McQueen wolfed down a large meal, drinking two large orange juices. His split lip bothered him only a little, stinging as he drank the juice. His natural quick healing had already reduced the swelling in his eye. He felt sated at the finish and headed for the 58th's barracks.

He stepped in and found that most of them were asleep. Russell was the only one not in his bunk.

McQueen made his way to Medical, hoping that Silver might have awakened early. A nurse directed him to where Silver lay recuperating. "She woke up about fifteen minutes ago. You'll be her second visitor, Colonel. A young man is in there with her now. Do not tire her out."

"Yes, ma'am."

Stopping outside the open door, McQueen heard Russell's clear voice.

"Griffon beat the hell out of McQueen, Silver. His showing up and beating McQueen surprised me."

"Which one? The fact that Griffon was here or the fact that he beat McQueen?"

Russell sighed. "The fact he was here, I guess."

"And you aren't surprised that Griffon pounded on McQueen?"

"No. I knew what was going to happen as soon as I saw Griffon. I did try to stop him."

"And you're still walking?" Silver's voice held surprise.

"He warned me off. I listened. Which is more than Hawkes did."

"Why don't you tell me everything from the beginning. That way I'll know what happened when I see them both."

McQueen listened as Russell gave a quick run down on the events outside the shower room.

"When Griffon came out, he ordered us in to take care of McQueen. He was gone by the time we brought the colonel out."

"Grief always enjoyed dramatics." A brief pause. "So how did McQueen look?"

"Battered. But Griffon didn't use him."

A grateful sigh. "Good. I was hoping Grief would remember what I told him about McQueen. I wonder how close it got, though."

"Silver, why is Griffon here?"

"To answer that, I need you to answer a question. How many of my kind do you think are in the Black Forces?"

"Ten, maybe twenty percent."

"Try seventy-five percent. It is policy to have one of us available when another comes in from extended fieldwork. Griffon will be by later."

"I better get going. I still need to get something to eat."

"Beat it then. I'll see you later."

McQueen hurriedly backed away and started walking briskly back toward Silver's room. He nodded to Russell when the young man appeared.

"Sir, I didn't expect to see you here." Russell reddened when McQueen merely stared at him. "Sorry, I mean so soon. From what Nathan and Coop said, I figured you'd still be sleeping."

"I needed to check on Silver."

"Of course, sir."

"The nurse said she was awake."

"Yes, sir. She'll be pleased to see you."

"I'm hoping so." McQueen touched Russell's shoulder. "Have you slept or eaten yet?'

"I grabbed about three hours of sleep. I still need to eat."

"Go on."

"Yes, sir."

McQueen watched Russell leave before stepping into Silver's room

"Come here and let me take a look at you." Silver sat up, propped up on pillows with the head of the bed raised. She patted the bed.

"I'm not taking Russell's spot, am I?"

"No. He sat in the chair."

McQueen perched on the bed.

"I see you've met my second cousin, Griffon."

"Is he always so -" McQueen tried to find the right word.

"Forceful? Yes. He can be quite the charmer when it suits him. He was my lifeline when I was growing up. My parents had their hands full with two vampiric kids and along I come, a third. Griffon was a dear when I latched onto him. We hit it off and my parents were only too glad to have someone who could relate to me. Oh, they still loved me, but they just never had the time to spend with me. Besides, being third in line to inherit left me a loose end. So, when I was old enough to understand where Griffon disappeared to for weeks or months at a time, I decided that was what I was going to do." Silver smiled softly, remembering. "He was there when I came into my own as a vampire. He taught me how to love my partners, how to kill and how not to using my natural talents, how to survive in the world as a vampire."

"So he's a good teacher?"

"McQueen, he taught me what making love is supposed to be like. And I was an unruly, rebellious teenager who could inadvertently kill."

"Rebellious?"

"And stubborn."

"No, really?" McQueen couldn't help teasing her.

"Really. Now, why ask about his teaching ability? Unless..." Silver looked at McQueen hard. "McQueen, take what he offers. He is a kind, considerate, pig-headed, stubborn, arrogant, son of a bitch, but he is a damn good teacher. If he offers his skills, avail yourself of them."

McQueen didn't try to protest her all too accurate assessment. "How long will he be with us?"

"A week or so. Until I'm back to complete vampiric health."

"Are you leaving with him?'

"That depends on you, doesn't it?"

McQueen stared at his hands. "I would like you to stay. Please." He spoke in a low voice.

"Most women would demand that you at least look them in the eye when making such a request." Silver sighed. "But I understand you and I know what it cost you to ask. So I will stay... for a time."

"That's reasonable."

"I'm not looking for reasonable. Nor do I want our relationship to be as it was."

McQueen shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I... I am not sure exactly how to go from here. The squad is willing to try again."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

"That's not f-" Glancing up, McQueen saw Silver was smiling and that the last statement had been to get a reaction from him. "Damn. You know how to play me."

"Only those who know you can do it, you know." Silver lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. "I hope what happened on M33H didn't scare you off."

"I still need to adjust to what you are."

"At least, you're honest." Silver sighed and dropped her hand. "Too many reject outright and can't see past the ends of their noses. Just like those who treat your kind as dirt. There's plenty to go around." Her eyes closed and she turned her head away.

The weariness of her voice scared McQueen. He realized that, like him, she had suffered the slings and arrows of small-minded people. The wounds cut deeply, he knew, for she couldn't even tell others about herself without jeopardizing her people. It pained him that he had never considered her pain. There was so much to learn about relationships and he cursed again the deliberate maiming of an Invitroes' social skills.

A tear ran down Silver's cheek and he cursed himself for adding to her pain, yet again. He leaned over and held her. "I don't know what you see in me. I keep sticking my foot in my mouth." His nose wrinkled at the all-too familiar antiseptic hospital smell in her hair.

"Ah, but it's such a nice mouth. An absolutely kissable mouth."

McQueen gave her what she wanted. He knew there was nothing more they could do, but he drowned in the kiss. Coming up for air, McQueen told himself he was going to make this work. He needed her as much as he needed his kids. "Silver... Lysa, I'm not very good at this relationship stuff, especially the emotions. I give you permission to boot me in the rear and force me to talk about them. All right?"

"I think I can do that."

"Time to leave, colonel."

Glancing up, McQueen saw the head nurse, Temple. "Take good care of her, Temple. The 58th needs her back ASAP."

The raven-haired woman nodded. "Understood, colonel. Now get."

With a wry smile, McQueen left, headed for a much needed barber visit.

****

Two hours later, Silver woke up to a familiar presence. "Grief."

"Sa." He took her hand and pressed it to his cheek. "God, you gave me a fright."

"You're not the only one." Silver managed to chuckle, wincing at the pain in her ribs. "I knew it was a damn fool mission, but someone had to do it."

"And you were too heart sick to take proper care of yourself."

"Hell, you live on a planet with a base full of Chigs and AIs out to kill you and see how well you do." Silver sighed. "I did my best. I did my job. And no one can fault the job I did."

"You did a real good job, Lysa. I've already reviewed the information with the Commodore, and it's been sent by special courier back to the Fleet heads. They'll be making new strategies based on this information."

"Now, have you worked out your rage at McQueen?"

"Yes. Much to my shame." Griffon bowed his head. "My temper got the better of me when I saw the shape you were in. I kept knocking him down until he couldn't get up, but he still struggled. Then I was going to have my way with him, but I couldn't. He was consumed by terror at the thought and I knew shame for my actions. Especially after what you'd told me about him."

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"I plan on teaching him how it can be. How it should be."

"Good."

"So who told?"

Silver merely smiled.

"It wasn't McQueen. Not his style."

"True."

"Had to be one of your three. The others, they're scared of me."

"They have every right to be. And it was Russell."

"He's brave. And a touch foolhardy."

"Sometimes." Silver reached out and touched Griffon on the arm. "Grif, be careful with McQueen."

"I will. And I promise I won't touch him as a vampire. No poaching."

"You better not. He's still unsure. I don't need him further confused. He's only a low level bond."

"God, your self-control, Silver. There's no way I could have managed that. I would have had him bound to me so tight I'd know every breath he took."

"I want it to be his choice. So be careful, Grif. Don't screw him up."

"I won't. I'll just take him to a new level as a lover."

"I can live with that." Silver sighed. "Lock the door, Grif. I need your strength."

"Good thing I remembered to bring my three plus Michael. I'm going to need them this week." Griffon locked the room door and returned to the bed. He leaned over Silver, offering his throat. As her teeth sank in, he sighed, eyes closed, hands clenching and unclenching. After several minutes, Griffon could sense her fighting to withdraw, to stop taking before going too far. He staggered back and sank into the chair when she finally released him. "God, Lysa. How bad off were you really?"

"Bad, Grif. I didn't tell McQueen or the squad the half of it." Silver sank down into her pillow, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, her focus on forcing healing in her body.

Griffon sat quietly, marshaling his strength. He would have to recoup the hefty drink she had just taken from him before he met with McQueen. When Silver looked at him five minutes later, he said, "Don't you dare drink from yours. Not for several days. Loan them to me while I'm here. I can handle what you're demanding. They can't."

"You've been dying to try Russell out since you first saw him." Silver managed a soft chuckle. "All right. I don't dare touch them right now. The hunger is so strong."

"Look, Silver, I know about the broken shoulder, torn up leg, the bleeding burns, internal injuries. What else?" Griffon leaned forward.

"I told them that the broken bones and internal injuries were less than a week old. They were more like a month. I kept flying the reconnaissance. I blacked out during a combat. Had to eject. That part I told them and it was five days before they arrived."

"A month? Dammit, Silver. Why the hell-" Closing his eyes, Griffon dropped his head into his hands. "God, a month, Lysa. How many times did you re-break the shoulder? How much blood did you lose?"

"Enough times that I lost count and enough to have killed a person at least once." Her voice was soft.

"Are you going to tell them?"

"No."

"Lysa, they deserve to know."

"They don't need the extra guilt. I know them. They came partly from guilt. Whatever else brought them to me, there was the guilt."

"They're among the best we have, Lysa. And they came for you. And they brought you back out. There had to be more than guilt." Griffon stood and rested his hand on her arm. "I better leave. You need to rest."

"I'll see you in the morning."

"Bright and early."

Silver watched him leave and pressed her call button. A moment later, Nurse Temple entered. "Problem, colonel?"

"Some water please and a question. Where's Adam?"

Temple hesitated as she picked up a glass. "No one told you?"

Two images flashed through Silver's mind. Adam's face as she handed him the Celtic cross, so torn and lost. She saw McQueen's bared throat, two sets of dog tags and a gold Celtic cross. "Oh, God! What did he do?"

"He killed himself." Temple spoke softly. "It happened the night the 58th returned from their mission with Colonel McQueen. The colonel was there. He arranged for a proper burial. The entire squad and most of the medical staff attended."

"Recognition at last and he couldn't even see it." Silver's eyes filled with tears and she let them fall. She mourned the gentle soul housed in a metal body.

Temple set the filled glass down where Silver would be able to reach it and left, shutting the door behind her.

****

At 1800 hours, McQueen ate his dinner in the officer's mess. When he saw no sign of the 58th after half an hour, he made his way to Tun Tavern. He started to go to the bar, but remembered Griffon's words and shook his head slightly at the bartender.

The 58th sat at the usual table, the inevitable game of poker just starting. "Need another hand?"

"Always, Colonel." West scooted over closer to Russell, leaving room between him and 'Phousse.

After three hands, McQueen called it quits. His mind just would not stay focused on the game and he had already lost fifty credits. He sat back and watched the cut-throat way Hawkes and Russell were playing. They would have most of the money for the squad come payday.

A member of the 64th approached Finch. "Lieutenant, could you sing a few songs?"

"Why not? My luck's been lousy. St. John, Russell?"

"You just want to keep me from winning your entire paycheck," groused Russell good-naturedly. "All right." He rose, pocketing his winnings.

"Sounds good to me. My luck's been as bad as Finch's." St. John tossed down his latest hand.

Rousing, rollicking drinking songs were Finch's choice. The sheer fun and enjoyment infected even McQueen and he joined in on a few choruses. He checked the time and saw he should leave.

Rising, McQueen nodded to his kids. "Night. Stay out of trouble. I'd like to get some sleep tonight." He caught Russell's gaze and shook his head. No massage from Russell this night.

A quick shower and McQueen paced his quarters, dressed in his flight suit, but barefoot. At exactly 2000 came the expected knock. McQueen did not bother asking who it was, just opened the door. He stepped out of the way, allowing Griffon to enter if desired.

Casually Griffon entered, carrying a small satchel, his mere presence sending chills through McQueen. Once the door was closed and hesitantly locked, McQueen forced himself to face the Black Forces vampire.

Gently Griffon reached up and touched a bruise on McQueen's jaw that he had inflicted earlier. "Like a deer in headlights. Terrified of what's coming, unable to turn and run, hoping it will ignore him, pass him by."

The voice, soft, seductive, lulled McQueen, making it difficult for him to focus. "I'm not-"

"A deer? No. You're a man raised in one of the most hellish pits the most brutal of men could devise. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I can be just as brutal. Look what I did to you. Unlike those others, though, I realized it and stopped. So I'm marginally better than them." Griffon's voice held self-recrimination.

"They would have beaten me to a bloody pulp and then fucked me until they were satisfied I knew my place." McQueen shook his head. "You are no where near as brutal as they were. I can still walk, talk, and my back is in one piece, not a million bloody ones. You didn't force yourself on me, even though you could have. All in all, you were a helluva lot more civilized than the best of them, Griffon."

"Trying to make me feel better? Should be the other way around, don't you think?" Griffon crossed his arms, placing the satchel in the chair. "How bad did she hurt you, lad?"

"Nothing very serious, considering what I had been expecting. And I am not a lad by any stretch of the imagination."

Griffon grinned. "How old do you think I am?"

"Forty tops."

"Double it, lad. And I've probably got another sixty left in me. So you're a lad to me, McQueen. And I really should have better control of my temper. But I've always had a soft spot for Lysa." Griffon sighed. "I apologize for my earlier behavior, colonel. It was unwarranted, uncalled for, and completely undignified. I'm sorry, McQueen."

"Accepted." McQueen decided to tackle the real issue head on. "Lysa told me I should learn whatever you wanted to teach me."

"Just what did you discuss with her?"

"I didn't tell her what you had in mind."

Griffon nodded once. "I know you were married. I doubt your ability to perform was the problem. No," Griffon held up a hand to ward off McQueen's words, "I don't want to know. Nor do I intend to pry. It's enough that you know how to pleasure a woman. And that you know how to please men on a basic level."

"Basic level?" McQueen remembered everything he had been forced to do in order to keep the mine guards happy.

"Yes. Basic level. McQueen, I know what I'm talking about. I've retrained a couple of mine survivors. Now, if you intend to go through with this, strip."

"If I intend? I thought I had no choice."

"This morning, no. Right now, yes. For about five minutes. Decide."

"And the knowledge and skill you intend to impart. It will help me how?"

"Your own personal horizons broadened and I'll introduce you to a favorite pastime of Lysa's." Griffon leaned against the desk. "A pastime of intense pleasure."

"Can't be more intense than when she's been drinking from me."

"Oh, that's about a level two experience. If you bond with her, you'll easily hit sixth level. But I'm looking to initiate you into level four or better tonight."

"You've actually got it divided out into different levels?"

"Vampires are extremely generous to their bed partners. And we need to know where those partners are in pleasure. We need to know if we're keeping our side of the bargain. After all, there has to be a trade worthy of your blood and life force."

Griffon took a deep breath. "Time's up, McQueen." He advanced on McQueen who backed up until he hit the wall. Griffon nudged his knees to the side with one of his own and bracketed his face between his hands. Brushing his lips across McQueen's, Griffon said, "You're mine, McQueen, for the rest of the night."

Griffon kissed him, demanding access. When he didn't grant him access, Griffon pressed harder for a few seconds, and then looked him in the eyes. "Out of the flight suit now, fly boy, or I'll rip it off you." He moved his hands down beside McQueen's hips.

The utter seriousness in Griffon's eyes and voice warned McQueen. "I can't with you so close."

"Do it any way." Griffon moved his mouth down McQueen's jaw. "Get started." He slid down to McQueen's throat and started licking.

McQueen unzipped his flight suit and shrugged it down his upper body, freeing his arms with a bit of a struggle. Getting it off his legs proved to be trickier, but he managed it without leaning into Griffon. He kicked the flight suit away, feeling a tremor run through him as Griffon licked under his chin to the other side of his throat, the side that had suffered under Lysa's assault.

A rough lick and McQueen flinched.

"What?" Griffon lifted his head, eyes narrowed.

"Lysa was a bit rough on that side. Actually savage would be a better description, it's still very tender."

"I will remember that." Griffon slid his hands under the turtleneck and pushed it up McQueen's pale body, revealing the scars accumulated over a bitterly short lifetime of abuse and combat. Bunching the fabric under McQueen's armpits, Griffon bent his head to kiss and lick the various skin graft scars.

After several minutes, Griffon raised his head and again kissed McQueen. This time McQueen allowed him in and Griffon explored the warm mouth thoroughly. As McQueen responded to the kiss, Griffon rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive nipples. Shivers ran through McQueen as Griffon broke off the kiss and stepped back slightly. "Finish stripping."

McQueen obeyed, pulling the turtleneck over his head and tossing it toward the bathroom. The shorts he pushed down until they slid to the floor and he stepped out of them.

Running his eyes over McQueen, Griffon appreciated the view of the narrow waist, lean thighs, flat stomach, and smoothly muscled chest. "Now, undress me. Show me what you know.

McQueen hesitated, but knew the time to escape had passed. A soft sigh and he ran his hands up Griffon's sides to the taut shoulders before using a hand to unzip the jumpsuit. Starting at the hollow of Griffon's throat, he licked and nibbled his way down the exposed skin to Griffon's waist. A part of him felt anger at Griffon's assumption that he could not have learned more than the basics since leaving the mines nearly fifteen years ago. He decided to show Griffon that he was not inexperienced, even if he hadn't taken male lovers over the years.

Kissing his way back up, McQueen moved daringly to Griffon's throat and started seeking out the sensitive zones.

"Ah, yes," moaned Griffon, his hands running over bare skin and short hair, head tilted back to give more access.

In Griffon's ear, McQueen muttered, "Basics indeed."

Grabbing McQueen's head, Griffon brought him up and kissed him thoroughly. "I never said I was omniscient. A great many Invitroes from the mines never progress without extensive retraining. If my brain had been fully engaged, I would have known Lysa would not be attracted to such a man." Another searing kiss and Griffon put McQueen's mouth back on his throat. "I still want to discover just what you know. Or think you know."

Sliding the jumpsuit off Griffon's shoulders, McQueen licked and kissed his way along a collarbone to the point of a shoulder and back. Then he went the other way. Back at the hollow of Griffon's throat, he diverted suddenly to suck on one of the erect nipples. He nipped it hard enough to hurt slightly, but not raise blood or even break the skin. He laved the nipple thoroughly before doing the same to the other one. His hands shifted the jumpsuit down over the lean hips and McQueen let it fall to the floor, feeling Griffon's body shift from side to side a few seconds later.

McQueen ran his fingers inside the shorts' waistband and then slowly peeled the shorts down, running his hands down the firm buttocks. As Griffon's cock came into view, McQueen kissed the head and mouthed down its length to the pubic hair. Dragging the shorts to the floor, McQueen inhaled the slightly musky scent and a whiff of recent sex.

McQueen rocked back on his heels, staring up at Griffon. "Have you fed recently?"

"Quite recently. I promised Lysa no poaching. I brought four to see me through this time." Griffon crouched and kissed McQueen. "No one poaches on Lysa without regretting it. She has a long memory."

"So I've heard."

Griffon smiled. "No fear on that account. For both our sakes, I will not drink from you willingly without Lysa's permission."

"What about my permission?"

"The Saratoga is now her ground. Any vampire taking from Saratoga personnel will be considered a poacher, with or without the victim's consent. And I respect and love Lysa too much to drink from you at this stage of your relationship." Griffon caressed McQueen's throat. "If it were anyone but Lysa, I might be tempted, but I won't. You're safe from me on that account, for now."

"I'll take your word on it then." McQueen stroked down the hair on Griffon's chest. "Now stand up, please."

With a smile, Griffon did so, letting his fingers continue caressing McQueen.

Reassured about what would happen, or rather not, happen, McQueen gave Griffon's cock a promising lick before turning his attention to the lean thighs. He kissed and licked while running his nails lightly over the smooth skin.

His mouth going back to the base of the rampant cock, McQueen slid a hand over the furred sacs, aiming for the sensitive skin behind. Stroking gently, he used his other hand to knead the heavy sacs. He sucked one into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. After doing the same with the other one, McQueen returned his attention to the twitching cock.

He licked the pre-cum off before sucking the entire length into his mouth. Setting a quick rhythm, McQueen resumed kneading Griffon's balls. The tenseness under his hand on Griffon's thigh told McQueen that the other was nearly ready. It amazed McQueen that Griffon had the control to stand rock still under the strength of his arousal. Hands on the muscular thighs, McQueen tilted his head to taunt Griffon. Words died in his throat.

Sheer hunger and desire stared down at him and McQueen knew that the control Griffon was exercising had nothing to do with keeping from coming. The wrong move now would shatter Griffon's control and the vampire would ravage his body, sexually and physically. Softly, McQueen said,

"Griffon, teach me."

"Up." Harsh, demanding, fraught with tension.

McQueen rose, not touching Griffon, knowing it would set the vampire off.

"Lie down, on your back." Griffon's breathing came raggedly.

Slowly, McQueen obeyed, not hurrying, giving Griffon the chance to admire his body. He settled down on the bed, hands behind his head.

Griffon stared at McQueen for a long moment, letting his eyes drink in the sight. Long, lean legs, narrow hips, a flat muscled abdomen, well-defined chest touched with far too many scars for so young a life, and a strong face with the most fantastic blue eyes Griffon had ever seen. And nestled in the blond pubic hair a cock well worth the body it adorned. Oh, yes, Griffon was going to enjoy teaching McQueen.

From the satchel, Griffon drew four extra long white scarves. Griffon draped them over his neck, enjoying the smooth feel of silk on his skin. Sitting beside McQueen, Griffon took one of the scarves and folded it lengthwise until he held a very long three inch wide piece of fabric.

"Right hand."

With a puzzled look, McQueen pulled his right hand from under his head and held it out to Griffon over his body. The silk was draped over the back of his wrist, adjusted until it hung evenly and then wrapped several times around lightly. A single twist in the silk and it rose to the palm of his hand to be wrapped around his hand twice. McQueen remained puzzled about the silk until Griffon rose and stretched his arm up to the headboard.

The tense arm firmly in his grasp, Griffon gazed down into McQueen's panicked eyes. "I'm merely restraining you for a time. Not all restraints lead to pain. Trust me. Trust Lysa." He knew it was a lot to ask so soon, but he didn't have weeks, or even days, to earn McQueen's trust.

When McQueen swallowed and closed his eyes, leaving his arm in Griffon's hand, Griffon smiled gently. He kissed McQueen as a reward before securing the bound wrist to the corner of the headboard.

"Relax, McQueen. I have no intention of harming you at all." Sitting back down, Griffon held out his hand as McQueen stared silently at him. It took McQueen a moment, but the other hand was placed in his. Griffon couldn't help but notice that McQueen's eyes had become ice pale, nearly translucent in his fear. The blood had drained from McQueen's skin as he fought the flight instinct his body demanded.

A moment later, Griffon ran his hands down both taut arms, letting his fingers dance over the pale skin. He kneaded the tense armpits for a minute before taking the pillow out from under McQueen's head. Doubling it, he said,

"Lift your hips."

Still silent, McQueen obeyed, settling and lifting again until Griffon had the pillow situated just right.

His knees outside McQueen's slightly parted thighs, Griffon started stroking the pale skin, seeking to drive the panic away. Panic had overcome arousal and he wanted to bring back that magnificent cock. His own arousal had eased a bit and Griffon knew he could concentrate on the task at hand.

"It's light bondage, McQueen, the giving up of control to someone else. To someone we trust not to abuse the privilege. It helps us deal with the stresses of command, knowing that we can surrender all control for a time to someone else. Lysa and I both enjoy surrendering control, though we both have to work at it, and having total control over another. It's not slavery. We don't order the yielder to do things against their nature or will. Except for giving up the control."

Griffon kissed McQueen, hovering over the tightened lips. "Will you give me that control, McQueen?"

Silently, McQueen jerked on his arms.

"Say the word and I'll release you. On my honor. All you have to do at anytime is tell me to stop. It is your choice."

Conflict raged in McQueen's eyes, behind the mask, and Griffon waited, knowing not to press. A soft sigh and McQueen surrendered, tilting his head back slightly and closing his eyes.

"That's the man I expected to see. Rising to the challenge." Griffon rewarded McQueen with licks and nibbles all over the bared throat.

When Griffon slid off the bed and ran his hands down McQueen's legs, McQueen spread them under the silent prompting. The last two scarves were used to secure McQueen's ankles to the lower corners of the bed with enough slack so that his legs could bend a bit.

"Not as open as I would like," Griffon remarked, standing at the foot of the bed. "But it will do. God, McQueen, you're a feast for the eyes."

Removing several items from the satchel, Griffon placed them between the spread legs. A bottle in his hands, Griffon straddled the lean hips and poured oil into his hands. "Now, McQueen, I would recommend that you invest in some massage oils that are non-toxic or, even better, edible. I'm sure Lysa can accommodate you for the present and even help you discover where and how to order it. This one is raspberry flavored."

The oil warmed, the vampire started rubbing it onto McQueen's body, starting at the throat. Firm, sure strokes worked it in and Griffon even rubbed some on the smooth cheeks and jaw. "A good oil will greatly enhance the experience for both of you."

Down the length of McQueen's body, Griffon worked the oil in. He poured more oil in his hand and worked it into McQueen's buttocks and made sure plenty was between the two cheeks. Standing again, and running his eyes over the well-oiled body, Griffon couldn't help grinning. "You are absolutely delicious, McQueen. Ah, for some whipped cream or melted chocolate." Griffon laughed at the indignant look on McQueen's face. "What? No games with your wife? Don't know what you've missed. Oh, well, I'm sure Lysa will teach you those games."

Griffon settled down across the inviting hips. Reaching behind him, he found what he was searching for and brought it up where McQueen could see the long black feather.

"Tickling?"

The single terse word made Griffon smile broadly. "Only when the other person can tickle back. No, the feather is a tool to make you forget about your troubles."

In strokes that did not tickle, Griffon ran the feather over the displayed upper body. In ears, over all the revealed flesh, dipping in the armpits briefly, the feather teased and worked its magic on McQueen, arousing the bound man until he lay quivering under the assault. Griffon moved himself down between the spread legs and expanded the area of his attack. From knee to ear, Griffon played the feather, ignoring the now erect cock.

A light brush across the testicles made McQueen gasp and buck. Up the rampant cock to swirl about the head and McQueen groaned, thrusting up, seeking something to create friction.

"Oh, no, my lad. You're not coming for some time." Griffon ran the feather over McQueen's throat and admired the oiled and lightly sweating form. Chest heaving and slowly recovering, McQueen gleamed in the light.

Griffon waited until McQueen's breathing had steadied before renewing the feather assault. Quickly McQueen regained the previous intensity and learned that more could be dragged from him. The feather played over McQueen, driving him mad with need. He started to beg for relief.

Instead Griffon eased the feather work, allowing McQueen a breather. He laid the feather down on McQueen's chest and prepared the next step, out of McQueen's sight.

"Now what?" managed McQueen.

"I strip a few more layers of control away." Picking up the feather, Griffon soon had McQueen writhing under every touch. Drawing the feather up McQueen's cock, Griffon pressed a finger against his tight opening. The feather was removed and McQueen hesitated on impaling himself.

"I have no intention of causing you any pain. Tell me if anything hurts and I will stop immediately."

After a second, McQueen forced himself down on the waiting finger. The feather caressed the length of his cock again and McQueen rose, only to slide a little easier on the down stroke. Repeating until the finger moved easily, McQueen was almost ready when a second finger joined the first. A brief hesitation and McQueen sank down onto them both. Eventually a third finger appeared.

All three fingers moving easily, McQueen rose with the feather and was held up while the fingers left him, feeling oddly bereft. The feather released him and McQueen sank down onto something solid and slightly larger than the fingers. He slid down it and was rewarded with it stroking his prostate. Fire swept through McQueen, making him moan.

The feather beckoned him up and McQueen soon sank into the rhythm, his body taking over and mindlessly fucking itself. He flung his head back and begged incoherently for release.

Stopping the action, Griffon waited, eager to see just how little control remained.

Sweat and oil mingled equally on the thrashing McQueen. It took several minutes before McQueen could lie quietly, though he breathed hard.

"Enjoying yourself?" Griffon smiled at the fierce scowl McQueen gave him. Leaning over McQueen, Griffon said softly, "Just FYI, McQueen, you don't get to come until I've shredded every control but one. The only control I want you to maintain is the one keeping you from coming until I say you can. I plan on driving you higher and higher until that is all that remains. And then, if you've been good, I'll drive you til you come. Understand?"

"Yes," came the ragged answer.

Pleased, Griffon picked up the feather again. He soon had McQueen intensely aroused. Time to switch tactics slightly, he decided. Instead of the feather, Griffon sucked on the quivering cock head several times before burying the entire length in his throat. It took only a minute for McQueen to lose all ability to stop his body from mindlessly fucking itself. His pleas were half-formed, unfinished, as he rocked back and forth between two extremely mind-blowing pleasures.

His cock suddenly released from the warm mouth and hands holding his hips down made McQueen sob in frustration.

"Easy, McQueen, easy. You're not ready yet."

Griffon ran his hands firmly over the still thrashing body, massaging the taut muscles. He worked the straining body until McQueen lay more or less still on the bed. "Good lad. Now, are you ready for another session?"

"Yes." McQueen closed his eyes, wondering how much longer this sexual torture was going to continue.

"You're doing quite well. One or two more times, depending on how easily you release your control, and then I'll let you come." Griffon stopped massaging and leaned over McQueen, kissing the full lips. Access was granted immediately and Griffon allowed himself the pleasure of exploring. He pulled back at last and caressed the parted lips with a finger. His finger was taken and sucked on. Griffon allowed it for several minutes, enjoying the sensation. Reluctantly, he freed his finger and sat back.

McQueen arched off the bed when his cock was sucked into Griffon's mouth. Within seconds, McQueen succumbed to the pleasure inducing rhythm, begging and pleading for release. His pleas became half-formed as he started sobbing for breath.

Once more, Griffon stopped arousing McQueen; pleased by the almost vented scream of sheer frustration his victim gave. He eased McQueen down slowly, enjoying the feel of the sleek body writhing beneath his hands. "God, you are a beautiful sight, McQueen. Such wantonness in so tightly controlled a person. And I suspect I'm the only one who's ever seen it." Griffon hovered over McQueen's lips. "You've such an incredible body, McQueen. I'm very pleased by your responses."

Casting aside all control, self-restraint, and dignity, McQueen raised his mouth to Griffon's, begging with his parted lips for more.

Griffon kissed him deeply, taking his offered mouth. "If you continue to respond uncontrolled, I'll let you come this time. But at the first sign of restraint on your part, I'll back off. Do you understand?"

"Yes," McQueen managed breathlessly.

The fire in McQueen's sapphire eyes made Griffon smile with delicious anticipation. "You must, though, fight to keep from coming. Can you do that?"

"Yes," McQueen groaned.

"Good, McQueen."

The final assault entailed the use of fingers and tongue. By the time Griffon reached the hollow of his throat, McQueen had succumbed to the raging fire. Every touch, every lick, made him shudder and writhe, half finished pleas falling from his lips. Down to his knees then up to the hollow of his hips, the fingers and tongue tortured him with delicious agony. A slow lick ended with the head of his cock in Griffon's mouth and he thrust up; knowing when he came down the dildo would be there. McQueen impaled himself on the dildo, forcing it deeper than it had gone yet, and waited a half second, wondering if Griffon had a rhythm in mind. The torturous tongue swirled the head of his cock and he thrust into the waiting mouth, banishing all control except one.

Again Griffon took his entire length and McQueen fucked himself without restraint, abandoning all control, except the one. McQueen felt his ability to keep from coming shredding and struggled to regain it, knowing only that he had to keep from coming. It slipped further and his body started bucking harder, faster, sensing the upcoming long denied release. A final frantic thrust upward and McQueen exploded, screaming, mind and body parting company for a time.

The mindlessly thrusting hips were allowed to continue as Griffon drank him dry, riding the pulsing cock head, enjoying the taste of this most intimate part of McQueen. It kept coming, the long denial pumping McQueen empty. When at last McQueen's body stilled, Griffon removed the dildo, setting it on the desk. After a last long lick on the still twitching cock, Griffon reached up to undo the silk on his wrists. McQueen lay unmoving, his chest heaving, eyes closed, head partly turned to the side. Griffon kissed the racing pulse, inhaling the scent of a thoroughly sated lover, licking the bared throat. Releasing McQueen's ankles, Griffon stood, looking down at McQueen's stretched out, sweat soaked body and smiled. McQueen hadn't even moved and Griffon knew he'd be out of it for a while longer. Griffon sat at the head of the bed, hand stroking McQueen's dampened hair.

Touch was the first sense that returned to McQueen. Someone was rubbing, no, stroking his temple. His body, on its side, felt cool and the blanket under him scratched his skin. A lean muscled leg lay under his head.

Then smell. The heady smell of raspberries, honest sweat and sex hit him. McQueen groaned and felt incredibly thirsty.

The mouth of a bottle was placed to his lips and McQueen drank greedily of the cool water. He opened his eyes and saw Griffon looking down at him. The hard abdomen was only inches away as was the still hard cock.

"You didn't... I mean, you could have." He took hold of the bottle.

"I want you fully aware of what's going on when I take you, McQueen. Now, while you finish drinking that bottle, put the other hand there to good use."

McQueen reached up with his left hand and stroked the hard shaft while drinking the water, trying to relieve the thirst.

"You lost a fair amount of water there, McQueen. You fought losing control pretty hard. Remember that if Lysa allows you to do this to her that you need to have water on hand. Not alcohol, Just plain cool water. She'll fight like the dickens to keep control, no matter how easily she submits." Griffon ran his fingers over the scarred throat skin. "Ah, but you were fantastic once you let me control you."

"You called me wanton." He couldn't look at the other man, a sense of shame running through him.

"Yes, as in sexually unrestrained. It was beautiful to watch you fuck yourself, unable to control your body in the slightest, and I could see you reveling in it at the end. You did enjoy it, McQueen."

Softly, McQueen admitted, "Yes."

"And you feel better, don't you? Some of the burden of the weight of command has slipped away. Or rather it just doesn't matter so much now."

"Yes."

"You can live with yourself a little easier now."

"Yes."

"That's the beauty of this. Lysa will need this, but not until she's healed. This last mission required so much control, she needs to desperately relinquish it for even an hour." Griffon sighed. "Ah, but that feels so good." Griffon thrust his hips up slightly, almost dislodging McQueen.

The bottle finished, McQueen tossed it toward the bathroom, for once not bothering with neatness. He rolled onto his stomach and sucked on the head of Griffon's cock. He used his tongue to fuck the cock slit as he sucked hard. Griffon's hands clenched the blanket and McQueen knew it was to keep from grabbing his head. The vampire did not want to force him to do this. McQueen tugged downward on Griffon's hips and the other slid down to lie flat. McQueen did not need to even move his head; Griffon started thrusting up into his mouth as deep as allowed. At first, McQueen did not deep throat him, but then he lowered his head, taking the entire length. A groan was ripped from Griffon.

Despite how fantastic it felt to be fucking McQueen's face, Griffon did not want to come in that end first. After a few minutes, he grabbed McQueen's head and pulled him off, bringing him up for a deep kiss. "Hands and knees, McQueen."

McQueen took a deep breath, swallowed and obeyed, turning around in the process. His mind was still uneasy about the prospect of getting fucked by Griffon, but his body most definitely was not. His body had already hardened at the prospect and he could feel heat in his belly. He felt Griffon slide off the bed and pull backwards on his hips until his knees were on the edge of the bed. Then slowly he felt Griffon enter him until buried completely and they both waited.

The waiting got to McQueen and he decided to get them started. He rocked forward slightly, then back, stroking his prostate, sending tendrils of fire through his body. Again he rocked, further this time; more fire.

"Do you want this, McQueen?"

"Yes," McQueen moaned, giving in, surrendering once more.

"Good. I've waited all day for this." Griffon pulled back and slammed home, nearly knocking McQueen off his hands and knees. He started a hard and fast rhythm.

McQueen shuddered at the intense sensations; it was better than the dildo. God, if someone had done this to him in his early life, the rapes would have been almost bearable. To know that it could feel so damn good, it would have given him something to grasp, to hold onto through the hellish time.

When McQueen was matching his thrusts, Griffon wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him upright. He licked the navel lightly, sending shudders through McQueen, who bowed his head, completely submissive. A gentle suck made McQueen buck, impaling himself hard on Griffon. Steady sucking soon drove McQueen into a frenzy of bucking and thrashing, forcing Griffon to use both hands to hold him as he fucked himself. Holding McQueen tight against his chest, Griffon daringly sucked hard. The resultant spasm nearly knocked Griffon off his feet, but it felt great on his cock. He sucked hard again, ready for the action. McQueen's body writhed in his arms as he continued to suck gently, enjoying the sensation of McQueen fucking himself on his cock.

Needing to give his arms a break, Griffon lowered McQueen onto the bed, his mouth still sucking on the other's navel. Then Griffon stopped sucking and lay over McQueen, keeping his weight off with his elbows, waiting for rationality to return.

McQueen's eyes closed, his chest heaving, and it took several minutes for him to be aware of his surroundings. "Oh, god," he groaned.

"McQueen, do you want this?"

"Yes, damn you."

"Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, dammit. Just do it. Fuck me hard." McQueen bucked his hips up into Griffon. "I want you to fuck my brains out."

"And the neck navel? Shall I continue?"

"If you do, I won't last a minute," admitted McQueen. "I was on the verge. Wait until you're ready to make me come. Then suck hard."

"Very well. But you do not come until then." Griffon rose onto his hands.

"Got it. Now fuck me, Griffon." McQueen bucked again.

"Impatient, are we?" Griffon started moving slowly and when McQueen tried to speed it up, he slapped the rising ass. "Down. I'm in control. You do only what I tell you. And I haven't said you can move."

Just to see how far he could drive McQueen, Griffon kept the pace slow. After five minutes, McQueen was twisting futilely on the bed.

"Please, Griffon, fuck me. Don't gentle me to death. Not this time. I need it hard and fast. Please, Griffon," McQueen pleaded.

"I'll think about it." With a grin that McQueen couldn't see, Griffon kept the same pace for two more cycles, and then slammed home hard.

"Yes!"

"You may move." Griffon started pistoning into McQueen, hard and fast, feeling McQueen bucking up to meet each thrust.

McQueen's hands were clenched in the blanket, his arms taut, as he gathered his elbows under his chest to give him some extra leverage. Flames ran through McQueen, fueling the fire that raged beneath his skin. He found himself moaning with every thrust, begging for more, begging to be fucked. Then when he felt it couldn't keep going, Griffon licked his navel, sending a firestorm through him. McQueen thrashed on the bed, hips pumping.

"Oh, god, yes! Fire. I'm burning up. I'm going to melt!"

"Not yet."

Griffon fucked McQueen, driving McQueen mad with the occasional licks on the navel. Then, feeling himself reaching the edge, he clamped down on McQueen's navel and sucked hard as he thrust himself deeper yet.

McQueen screamed, his entire body bucking madly, as he climaxed.

The muscle contractions brought Griffon over and he bit down on McQueen's shoulder, stifling his cry of pleasure.

Licking the blood he had drawn, Griffon closed his eyes, forcing his body to remain up until McQueen had stopped thrashing. At last, Griffon laid down gently on McQueen, kissing the reddened navel, giving it a light lick, sending shudders through McQueen. He slid off to the side and after a moment went to the bathroom to clean up.

McQueen had managed to roll onto his side, still breathing hard, when Griffon returned with a warm, moist washcloth and a towel in hand. McQueen could only close his eyes as Griffon cleaned him up. The towel was spread over the wet spot on the blanket.

"Should have put that down first," grinned Griffon. "But I wasn't thinking about that at the time." He ran his hand down from McQueen's throat to the now not nearly so hard cock. "You were as good as I was expecting."

"Glad to oblige," muttered McQueen.

Chuckling, Griffon kissed McQueen. "Don't get your cock in a knot, McQueen. I figured you'd be good. Lysa never picks men who are poor performers." Griffon slashed his wrist. "I bit you and you need to heal a bit faster than normal. So drink."

McQueen drank, knowing better than to refuse. After several swallows, he pulled away. "That's enough. It wasn't a serious bite."

"True, but Lysa would skin me if I left you without healing." Griffon licked his wrist and reached into his satchel again, pulling out another bottle of water. He drank about half and handed the rest to McQueen.

"Now, what?" McQueen asked, once the water was gone.

"We take a breather."

"I'm all for that." McQueen pulled himself all the way onto the bed and closed his eyes.

Griffon tossed the pillow back up to the head of the bed and dragged McQueen up to it. Then he stretched out beside McQueen. He watched as McQueen drifted almost immediately into sleep. He stroked the pale throat skin. The lines of strain eased around McQueen's mouth, making him appear more youthful. In addition, the habitual tightness of the lean body slackened, and Griffon rubbed his hand over the shoulders and neck. After a while, Griffon leaned back and slept.

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