Elevation

*Well we made it without running down any more of Santa's little helpers, the mammoth house soon showing up through the sheets of snow like a fantasy gingerbread castle, a mansion covered in icing sugar, perfect, quaint despite its giant size and concealing the roaring of fourteen fireplaces...Fuck, this is a last resort, a mansion of doggen and elegant sconces, dainty pleated trims, curling antique meta staircases and plush carpets....we'd just bounced up outside with our precious, exhausted cargo and expected...well, we hadn’t expected to be ushered in by a cooing older version of myself, her thrilled chattering warmer than the fires blasting heat on every one of the four floors and making me feel like a goddamned POS for not visiting her sooner...she was so fucking happy, like something from Disney, I kept expecting her to break into song as tiny birds braided her hair...exhaustion weighed heavily on us all, Khaos limp in V's arms, Xsy lolling against my shoulder, her little head nodding with each step we took across the lush carpet, stiletto heels sinking into the insanely deep rugs that littered the majestic third floor suite...so bright, golds and silver, burnished bronze reflecting the light of a million candles so the surfaces glittered and turned the rooms to treasure troves of elegant luxury. I wanted to slosh tins of black paint over the whole fucking lot, everything was too pretty even the pillows and I laid our babies sleeping heads on were frilled with some pansy doily fabric...that shit would have to go...two minutes peace...we got two minutes to ourselves before my mahmen came over an antique style intercom in the wall, demanding we come down at once and fill her in on the seven months she'd missed since we last saw her...and all I really wanted to do, was strip V naked and mess up some of these perfectly tidy rooms before the sun came up and we were slave to our young's playing interruptions. Fingers weaving into V's, the beautiful metal cut doors of the elevator cages us into gold spun elegance and threatens to take us both into the arms of an excited mahmen*

{Fuck.. but this place oozes old wealth, from the commissioned, hand-painted wall panelling to the understated elegance of the bespoke European rugs that crush like thick pile velvet under the soles of my shitkickers. Tory and I were never much about sharing the glory days of our screwed up pasts, but this place had moneyed aristocracy stamped all fucking over it. Tory's mahmen, Theone, was clearly not from run of the mill Glymera stock. Even the elevator is a fucking masterpiece of filigree brass, wood panelling and mirrored walls..but the real work of art, the one that draws my gaze with dark, covetous desire is you, and the way the skin-tight leather conforms to every curve and dip of your sensuous body as you move, backing up against the mirrored wall of the elevator as the doors slide closed.. trapped, like you can sense the predatorial instincts stirred to life by the proximity of your body and your scent in my lungs. Closing the distance until we are separated by no more than a ragged, growled breath and the crackling charge in in the air has nothing to do with the friction of static electricity ..this is pure erotic chemistry. A hint of a smile forming at the corners of your mouth, like you know exactly the havoc our proximity is wreaking on my body, gloved fingers unfurled from yours to slide over the elevator buttons} Looks like we're going down Tory, true {depressing the 'down' button, the motor trundles to life with a stuttering jolt that crushes our bodies flush, a low growl spilling from my lips, gloved palm planted flat to the mirrored surface}
*The doors slide to a close and the air in the luxurious space is replaced with you. Full on carnal energy arcing in the atoms of my body, sizzling in the atmosphere...all from a look....something had switched when those doors shut us in, all civility, all exhaustion flipped over to animalistic need in a matter of seconds, pinning me in the diamond edge of warrior bonded male desire....my back hits a wall, paneled perfectly but it could have been solid gold lamé for all I appreciated it, it was gold, and it soon gave way to burning crystal eyes as you become all I see, the elevator and all it's elegance nothing compared to the ragged growling energy breathing tight wound knits of feral lust into the fabric of my being....it's fire in an ice white gaze, flaming over bared inked skin, searing under my leathers to tease the core of my body with invisible tendrils of heat....you set me alight even before we've touched, before your words start the elevator mechanism and head us down the path to polite chit chat and tea in china cups...my hand unfisting fingers from their grasp on your waistband, reaches out blindly, punching buttons as stilettos raise me on my toes to bite at the growl pouring from your lips in a deep rumble that strokes between my thighs* I dont want to go down there...we haven’t seen the other floors...*purred whispers laced into hot kisses as clawed fingers find the front of your leathers*...yet...

{claiming your mouth in a savage, stubbled kiss, my tongue invading the silky seam of your lips, fangs drawing blood in a growled rake of razor ivory points} Your mahmen can wait, Tory {slamming the heel of my hand onto the emergency stop the elevator shudders to a halt somewhere between floors, but I am so fucking far beyond caring, caught up in the head rush of the intoxicating, blood-laced kiss, pinning you between the wall and a mountain of lust-fevered warrior muscle mouths locked in a raw tangle of melting passion, rough hands everywhere, pushing up your tank, seeking out every inch of your skin with carnal, possessive need, the fabric fisted and shredded from your body with snarled frustration to bare the glorious inked porcelain of your skin, heaving breasts cupped through delicate black lace, dragging friction over your hardening nipples, gloved palm shaping your waist, riding down over the leather hugged round of your ass to hitch your thigh to my hip, the steel tip of your stiletto digging into my flesh, the steely ridge of my arousal ground hard between your thighs, circling furious, rough friction to your most intimate skin, cock straining a throbbing demand against the fastenings of my leathers...too many fucking barriers..the tearing of hide is a frenzy of starved lust, shredded in my fists, torn scraps of clothing littering the elevator floor like victims on a battlefield of savage carnality, hisses and growls the soundtrack to a massacre of fevered erotic grinding and bruising hands as your delicate fingers grapple frantically with the front of my leathers} I fucking need you Tory....

*it's a war of ripping leather and clawing possession tearing black hide into strips of desire, the elevator stalled under the intensity of passion slamming me back into gold panelled wall and hauling my thigh high on your muscled hip, a fevered, frenetic assault of ravaging shredding lust clawing my fingers into the fastenings of your leathers and rending seams in a rough split of thick hide, ground between my thighs, hot, iron flesh a steel ridge frictioning lace to my most intimate skin, drenched fabric plastered to the swollen folds of my sex as desire turns my body to a pinned molten writhe of feral female....I am lace bound, flayed in strips of mangled leather clinging to tense-wrapped thighs as stiletto heels dimple the flesh of your ass in sharp points, strong arms supporting my weight, rough hands welded to the curves of my ass in a guiding grinding undulation poising the head of your cock at the lacy barrier of my panties* You have me...you fucking...*my fingers gripping the thin fabric and slicing it from my body in a synchronised rocking serpentine gyration of sensuous muscle, stormed over by a thunderous arousal that slams me down, sheathing the full length of your erection in the liquid fire channel of my core, a vising strike drilling you hilt deep in a thrust that tears my breath from my lungs, a thick, stretching drive impaling my body in a desire edged with beautiful erotic violence*...have me...*buried so deep, my mind is buzzing on electrical impulses, stars flashing behind fluttering lids, heels digging the brutal spurs of a maddening lust into the muscles of your ass, a battle of masculine domination and feminine arousal cracking my spine in an elevator shuddering impact to the wall as bitten down screams fight to muffle against the rage of passion driving our bodies into ruthlessly vicious carnal collisions, clawing, biting, undulating beings of ferine lust*

MINE...fucking MINE!! {snarled words swallowed by the raw fanged possession of your mouth, that first, powering thrust of my hips is a brutal invasion, rending apart the lusciously melting folds of your sex, impaling you hard and so fucking deep punching the head of my cock to your limits, the thick girth of my shaft stretching your silken walls to the point of pain and still it's not enough, the animal drive to possess you pulsing out a hard pounding rhythm in my veins, fangs slicing down, baited by the bloody passion of our kiss, the silken leash of your hair coiled in my gloved fist, yanking your throat into a taut, throbbing arch, a ravaging strike penetrating the delicate skin over your vein, slicing into flesh, locking into the torrential flood of crimson emotion coursing through you with that same furious abandon that rides you hard on the thick shaft of my cock, your whimpered cries and the spurring stab of your heels in my ass only fuelling the merciless rhythm of my hips that drills you back into the elevator wall with brutal, body-slamming, punishing thrusts, lips splayed on your pulsing throat, a bruising seal, sucking your flesh into my mouth with hard, greedy draws, drunk on your taste,beating out a savage tempo of carnal possession, oblivious to the trembling of your thighs and the soft whimpers falling from your lips, you are my drug, my addiction and I am fucking high on you, pushing harder, deeper, taking what my body craves with bestial brutality, the sexual tension mounting inside me like a caged animal, growling for release, body a tensed wall of muscle slamming into yours, driving us both to the edge of fucking oblivion}
*Unhinged in this erotic maelstrom of furious savage possession, my fingers raked into the heavy bunched powering muscle of your shoulders as our hips grind together, harsh twists winding me down on the upward nailing shaft of your cock, driven to the molten depths of my soul in a vicious relentless rhythm, bruising the arch of my spine with shattering pistoning penetrations, testing my limits, hammering past them to a cascade of pain blissed whimpers that rip my nails through sweat sheened flesh, a feline brand scoring bloody rivulets down your back to the fast paced tempo stuttering my heart to a gallop of ecstatic expectation, desire coiled low and corkscrewing wicked agonising pleasure in the fisting vise of my core, an aching throb of pulsating need echoed and unleashed as....yes fuck!!...your fangs dominate the beat of my life, caging it whilst your body pounds a torturing craze of powering sexual energy through every inch of my writhing, bowed up, undulating form, an entity of primal, feverish feminine lust caught in the grip of warrior desire and demanding more...always more, with sharp jabs of high heels, a spurring urging command pinned in the middle of a tempest of carnal ferocity, fangs in my vein, stabbed deep and owning, your shaft driving slick silken muscle to orgasmic tremors that spiral out of control....flicking the switch, tripping the goddamn wire and slamming a freight train of head on ecstasy into the short circuited regions of an animalistic mind, sparking off the lights of the universe behind my lids as my nerves are razed to the ground by the wildfire of orgasmic detonation and soul screams of infinite love* YES V!

{FUCK!!!! the sounds bubbling up from my lips are guttural, unintelligible, jerked into corded lines of tensed muscle, hips hammering, pounding you raw in a savage collision of sweat-glistening skin, no fucking reprieve, even as you come asunder in shuddering orgasmic waves that fist my cock in your excruciatingly tight, wet silk grip, your nails scoring bloody welts through my skin, your heels like daggers in my flesh, exquisite fucking agony, the dark scent of our bond is a heavy cloud saturating the air, flooding my lungs as your blood invades my senses in a savage onslaught of fierce love and soul-rending ecstasy that railroads me into convulsive, hot, surging bliss, spilling over inside you, bubbling through crimson stained fangs, a total body roar of erotic victory wracking through me, a cataclysmic surrender to the absolute fucking power your body wields over mine, fangs torn from your throat on a shuddering cry} Fuck Tory....I love you...

I love you, V....*the words murmured breathlessly in every language I know, dropped to your shoulder in growled kisses as we ride out the waves that crest and break, peaking ecstatic shivers of a blissful high, floating on the surging pulses of an explosive release, coloured in blooming bruises, crimson in the track of blood from aching punctures glittering the wild colours of passion in shimmering sweat gleaming skin, a rainbow of lust firing through my bloodstream and shaking my muscle in a cranked up grind of slow undulating hips to the erratic thrusts gliding your shaft through the glossed fire of my core in pumping, deep hitting spasms of climactic energy...and that rumble could be a growl from your throat or a purr from mine, and the earth definitely fucking moved, but the lightheaded lifting sensation isn’t all sex-blissed, ecstasy glassed emerald eyes lifted to watch the numbers start up from our still in the middle of nowhere the elevator resurrected around the battlefield of fallen clothing, and taking panting, hard breathing entwined forms to the Scribe Virgin knows where....please not the ground floor, please not the ground floor...tripping out of the luxurious gold...and now blood spattered...cage of the elevator into my mahmen’s welcome arms is not how I wanted to greet her and my focus stays hazily on the...fuck yes, ascending numbers, climbing, 2, 3...4...jittering to a halt that glides our united bodies in a frictioning jolt of skin on skin, tipping you deeper, laughing a whimper* Fuck....we missed our stop...

{Diamond eyes trained on the climbing count of the illuminated numbers, the elevator doors sliding apart on a loud ping as we come to a halt on the fourth floor, gingerly releasing you from the wall, hands rapidly fastening up the fly of my leathers, the expression on my face far from contrite as you grapple to cover yourself with the shredded remnants of your clothes, body still buzzing from the intensity of the rough, spontaneous sex as I step out into what seems to be some kind of candlelit shrine..} where the fuck are we Tory? {I am drawn to the ornate gilded frame mounted on the wall, the portrait of a male draped in black silk, beneath it, on a marble-topped table, an inverted gold chalice and a square of white cloth, with its orderly rows of rubies and black stones...a funeral portrait...and my gaze is locked on the features of the male portrayed, my mind instantly flashed back to a dark old country road, a beg for mercy, a slash of steel and the gush of blue blood....but this cannot be...pivoting around to pin you in a questioning gaze} Who is this male to you Tory?
That's my brother....*voice absent, my eyes are drifting over the immaculate set room, not a particle of dust dared land on the pristine shrine, not a wrinkle dared crease the heavy drape of the curtains as I snatched one down off its railing and toga'd myself into the silk...he wouldnt mind...he was dead...I fucking know he's dead, we did the job ourselves* Can’t believe she brought the asshole with her....and gave him a whole room...he deserves the fucking garbage shoot...*the place gives me the shivers, body stepped up close behind you on liquified muscle to nuzzle my face against your arm murmuring low as my eyes skip around the room, the shadows holding a phantom even the Ghostbusters couldnt handle* You met him, V...*casting a curious glance up to meet diamond confusion, letting the devils shrine fade out of existence*

Arhan...of course..{But his face had been reduced to a pulp by the time I'd arrived to finish what you could not...and that did not explain the uncanny resemblance between this male and half-symphath I butchered in cold blood on that road..what? must be two hundred and seventy odd years ago..this male's eyes were different, 's vivid emerald green, but otherwise the likeness was undeniable...like father and son? The confusion in my eyes deepening, gloved palm lifting to cup your cheek as I turn from the portrait to meet the unconcealed curiosity of your eyes} You told me you killed you father, Tory..did you and your brother share the same parentage?

He was the blooded son of my father.....*brow furrowing, words slow spoken as I lean into the cradle of your palm...he'd been my brother, always, since I was born, and no one had made any claim that he was different...except for the fact that he held a cruel streak none other in my family possessed...emerald eyes narrow you in the heat of my gaze, confusion,suspicion arisen from the plumes of recognition curling in your eyes...if Arhan was not who you recognised from the portrait, who the fuck were you thinking about? Slipping my fingers down your arm to lace through your free hand, I will prove that, unfortunately, Arhan and I had the same parents...I'd killed our father, but my mahmen could put whatever was making you frown to straights, and gathering up the silk skirts of my toga, I tug you back to the elevator* Will you love me more if he isn’t my brother? *teasing kisses to your lips and melting back against the slightly cracked gold wall...if we ever make it down to her, we'll ask...but with my lips erasing the frown from yours, I hope it’s a while til we do*