Marcel. Jeffrey. David. Ezra. I stare up at the ceiling of our bedroom deep in thought. Tyler is standing, naked, near the doorway. I smile at him, and if I could whistle, I would. Never got the hang of whistling. Best I can do is to suck wind backward into my mouth and make a quasi-whistling noise. It has something to do with the shape of my teeth. Anyway, T starts a slow and deliberate slide toward me. I know what he has in mind.
"Oh, you do...?"
Yeah. You want to 'comfort' me after yesterdays doings.
"Something wrong with that?"
I am still too easy with my emotions. My eyes fill with tears, may hands reach for him, and he is here for me. We stretch out next to each other, our bodies blending together in loving embrace. Take me, Tyler. Take me somewhere my thoughts can't follow.
"I will."
His kiss silences my words; and my mind drifts into a peaceful emptiness. I usually love giving of myself to him - seeing to it that his pleasure is my only goal...but now, I just want him to work his magic on me. Tyler and I have come to understand each other on many levels. He knows exactly how to please me when I am 'up' and my mood is strong. I am uncertain how he will view a weaker, more needy me now.
"It is what drew me to you at the laundromat, Z. You passion, your compassion, your obvious need for fulfillment."
Obvious?
"Yes, to me it was obvious. I saw a man who hungered for the love of another as much as I did. I was yours from the moment I first saw you. How can I please my honey this morning?"
Come inside me, T. When you take me that way I get filled with so many wonderful things. Knowing that you find me fuckable erases years worth of having felt unwanted. When you shoot into me, I feel loved. Giving me your bodies seed confirms for me that I am worthy of being the vessel for your destiny. Your fullness inside of me is your gift of yourself. You take nothing from me. It's not you 'fucking' me. It's you giving yourself to me. You make love to me, T. I need that now.
"I was right to wait. You are my perfect mate!"
We resume our kiss, and Tyler starts to explore my willing body like a first time lover satisfies his adolescent curiosity. He lingers at my neck. Licking. Sniffing. Moaning softly. I am ready for anything he wants to do; for anywhere he will take me. A finger traces along my throat. I am ready.
"Just a sip or two before your hunt. It will make room for your hunger..."
I ache for him to take me. His words have started a rush of blood to my crotch; and the veins in my neck bulge to entice him. I feel the points of his sharp fangs at my skin. They pause there, allowing barely enough pressure to pierce the first layer. As the tips penetrate, my mind yields to him completely; and my body arches into his. Slowly sinking into my flesh, the dry bones of him find their wet river; and I will my body to rush its precious fluid to the spot.
"You honor me with your life force. With your trust. With your love."
Tyler turns his attention to my sexual needs. His momentary thirst-quenching blood suck was a sexually charged opening move. We both felt the moment and the power of its symbolism. Now we drive our minds and our bodies into the next stage of satisfaction. I roll onto my back. He eases on top of me, his full weight pressing me into our bed. I melt to him. This is what I need. My arms rest on the strength of large back muscles. My hands tease the back of his head, increasing his drive to satisfy me. I raise my legs around his thighs as the signal that I am ready. Tyler moves into position; and his own wetness is all the lube that we will need.
"Open to me, lover."
The first touch of his flesh to mine sends body shaking vibrations through me. There is nothing I need do, for I am open and ready to take him in. One full and deliberately slow thrust slides his shaft deep into my tunnel; as surely and as sexually charged as his fangs took my neck. He pauses there, relishing the feeling for himself, as well. He knows my need this morning. For as often as a good pounding pleases us both, we need something else right now. We need to feel and to savor our sexual connection, and the deep bond that is growing within us. His fullness within me is like a mild shock-wave that would dissipate if he were to withdraw, even just to thrust in again. By staying immovable within me, the wave does not dissipate. It grows deeper and stronger and more intense. He begins to pant. Our rhythms match perfectly together.
"This...is...amazing..."
I share Tylers sentiment. Through the connection of his penis to that of my inner realm, we become connected well beyond the mere physical. Our minds vibrate together. His thoughts fill me. I flow equally into him. We are truly one now; and this level of satisfaction will take some practice to tolerate. The intensity of the moment pushes us to the edge of orgasm; and Tyler is first to capitulate. As he swells within me, my body convulses to draw his seed. This moment is beyond anything we have had thus far. Tyler loses all control; and the animal within him takes over. He lunges for my neck with his first volley searing through him and into me. He drinks me in again, as his body involuntarily fills me with his gushing volume of seed. No force on this earth could halt my own stream of velvety magma from gushing forth onto our bodies. We lay together and drift into a shared dream, one which fills in some of the details of Tyler's life that I have been wondering about.
It is Autumn. There is a cool and welcoming breeze. Tyler and Ezra are together. They are in their late teens. Both bodies are sensuous; and filled with the excitement of a youthful 'first time'. The meadow is awash in clover, soft and cushioning to their naked flesh. The young men, both a month past their shared eighteenth birthdays, are intent on exploring the wonders of each other. Ezra moves into position. Tyler becomes me in his desire to take his lover into himself. They consummate their union quickly, as youth often does.
"Damn, that was nice, Tyler! Are you okay?"
Tyler nods and places a kiss on the lips of his boyfriend. The dream shifts out of focus. Another scene replaces it. It is the era that Tyler told me about. The era of his turning. But the scene is not of Tyler, it is of Ezra. Ezra is also in the military. He wears a different uniform. He is in a different country. He will be taken, as well, but in a much different, though equally unsettling way. Ezra is destined to be taken by his Wolf-Master. It is a similar scene. Ezra trudges through a forest, alone, on a cold and moonlit night. His uniform is dirty and tattered. It will soon be torn from him completely. Dreams are funny that way. You often get out of sequence flashes of the story-line. Anyway, I see Ezra start to run from something he has heard in the distance behind him. Thinking it an enemy soldier, he finds a small cave to hunker down. He listens. It is quiet. He regains his composure and exits the cave. Not two steps later and he is blindsided to the ground, under the weight of something very muscular; and full of intention to destroy him. I begin to hear the dialogue between them... beast and Ezra fill my mind with their interplay and their thoughts.
"I will feast on you this night, your last upon this earth!"
I hear his thoughts in my head. What manner of thing is this?! I can not see for the dense fur that covers my face. His scent is powerfully strong, like his lithe and large body. He smells like something from a zoo. My uniform is being torn from me by what look like claws. What in Gods name is this?!
"My kind takes what it will; and I will take your body as I please. My need for you is great. Surrender to my need; to the Alpha that will rip your human form from you."
