Time: Sometime after "Insight" and "Tremere: The Magus"
Note: This entire thing resulted from the four of us simply chatting and falling into character someplace along the line, then deciding it was too damn good not to post! Typically as in real dreams, the characters aren't quite "in character", as you will notice. Also, you may note around the fourth page that we actively quit playing around and got down to "playing". <g Intro and ending added later by the editor. Enjoy.
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In Luna Mansion, in Julian's master bedroom, the Prince of the City and his Gangrel lover are fast asleep, entwined together...
In the loft apartment in Berkeley, a certain mortal detective and his anthropologist lover are also fast asleep, wrapped in each others arms...
They dream.
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The Gangrel comments on something one of the mortals has just said. "JULIAN!!! - what Blair said..."
The detective is agreeing with his lover, grinning. "Ahem, well, some of us occasionally had that thought as well, Blair..."
Indelicately, the prince retorts to his lover, "Fuck you, little one." He sticks his tongue out at him.
"Please," Cash replies promptly.
"Which thought was that? Fucking? Or that I'm too full of myself?" Julian grins at him.
"Both." Cash's imp is in full spate tonight.
"I think Cash has got it coming, Chief," Jim comments to his partner.
Blair smirks. "Apparently, that's just what he had in mind."
Cash howls back, "Blair, *you* should talk, YOU started it!"
"That's one smart-ass sub, Chief. Remind you of anyone?" Jim waggles his eyebrows, leering at him.
The smirk deepens. "Why NO, Jim. Not really." He puts on his best innocent look.
Jim sticks out his tongue, while thinking of where else it should go.
Blair snorts, gesturing with his thumb toward the Gangrel. "This should be .... interesting. To say the least."
Cash snaps back, "Blair, when you snuggle up to Jim and cuddle, do *I* snort at you. NO."
"Okay, that does it! Blair, you may not have ANY contact with Cash. You are definitely a BAD influence," the Prince chuckles.
Jim murmurs, "Blair, do we have to have a talk?"
But the other mortal only makes a rude noise. "Thhhhhppppppppppppp"
"I see. That means we move up the spanking, I presume?"
The Gangrel looks suspiciously at the mortal. "Uhhh, Julian...... Can I come over there now?" [I don't think it's safe here by Blair.]
"Most assuredly, Cash. Come on over here." The prince opens arms wide.
Blair decides to get sulky for the fun of it. "You don't wanna talk to ME, Jim. You wanna snuggle up to Julian! And Thorne, and probably Nick Knight, LaCroix, and whoever else you can find!" He glares at Cash, folding his arms, indulging in a good sulk.
The Sentinel looks at his love mildly, letting him rant. "I want to do more than talk to you, Chief. And you're overreacting. Come here and kiss me."
Cash flips a LOOK back at them. "Sorry Blair, you're on your own here..... I have enough punishments on the books right now." He snuggles into Julian's arms but peers out to watch the Sentinel and his Guide.
Blair sighs.... glaring a little at Jim, then shrugging and letting the sulk go... walking over to hug Jim tightly.
The prince closes his arms around Cash. "There, there, love ... Julian will keep you safe from the big bad Guide."
"That's my Chief..." Hugging back, Jim nestles the fuzzy head against his shoulder.
"OK, Julian, don't go over the top here....." Cash growls. "They already think I'm a subbie..... enough already."
Blair giggles slightly at the "big bad Guide" phrase.
"We could argue about "big"... except in one category..." It's Jim's turn to smirk.
Sandburg blushes.
Julian replies to his lover, "Well, I could drop to my knees in front of you. That would squelch that rumor." He giggles and gives him an evil grin.
Jim turns the guide around in his arms so he can see the others, his big arms wrapped around his chest. "We don't mind watching."
Cash smothers giggle from the other end of the room. "Or I could do this..." He morphs into his wolf form, silver eyes glinting. [Blair wanted to see this anyway.] He nips at Julian's hand.
The Guide wriggles against Jim's front. "Speak for yourself, big guy... I'd rather DO than watch!"
The Sentinel releases him, smirking. "Fine. So do. I'm ready whenever you are."
The prince approves of his lover's action. "Very nice, Cash. Not sub at all." Julian smiles, obviously pleased at the impishness his Gangrel is showing this evening.
Turning, placing hands on Jim's hips, Blair pulls him closer, raising up to kiss him thoroughly on the mouth.
Jim returns the kiss, though it wasn't what he had in mind with "do"... as in "do *me*"
[Nuts, they are more interested in kissing each other.] Cash changes back. "Can't kiss you in the other skin, beloved."
Blair thinks to himself while continuing to kiss Jim, [We're just warming up here!]
"I don't have kissing in mind, little one," Julian says, standing and pulling Cash back to him. Slowly he undoes the buttons of Cash's shirt. [Well, not *that* kind of kissing.]
"And *what* did you have in mind, my lord, a Kiss instead?" Slanting a glance over at the other couple, he marvels, [Julian, this is tooo weird, it's one thing to have you in my mind when I make love to Morgaine, but this......]
Jim runs his hands down to his lover's ass, squeezing as he plays tonsil hockey with Blair who runs his hands up and down Jim's back, rubbing hard against his groin as they kiss.
Julian pushes Cash's shirt apart and off his shoulders, pleasantly surprised to find bare skin. "Just a little show of what being Kindred is all about, my love." he runs his hands up into Cash's head, twining his fingers through the strands.
Jim glances over, and breaks the kiss, his lips moving down to Blair's neck as one hand comes around in front to work at his belt and pants. The sight of the Kindred getting it on is very arousing! Almost as much as just having this delicious compact package in his arms.
Cash growls deep in his throat. "More than you showed them the last time..."
Eyes closed (as usual) Blair fumbles at Jim's clothes, tugging them free, wanting to feel more of Jim's incredible skin and muscles. His hands grope the Sentinel as he strips him, kissing as much skin as he can reach while he uncovers more.
"Oh, much more, Cash," Julian hisses. "All of it." He jerks Cash's head sideways, exposing the side closest to Ellison and Sandburg. He bends down and rakes his fangs across the jugular, releasing a flow of dark red blood.
The smell of blood makes the Sentinel's nose twitch fiercely, and he stares at the Kindred with widened eyes, pausing in his mutual grope of his partner, one hand already down Sandburg's pants.
Cash hisses in pleasure, his hands closing hard on Julian's shoulders. "My lord, gods, Julian." He pants.
Julian sucks hard on the wound, tightening his grip on Cash's head, holding the Gangrel steady. A crimson rivulet flows from the corner of his lips down Cash's arm. He smirks inwardly.
"Pleassssseee, more." Cash twists in Julian's grasp. "Need you, want you," he whispers.
Blair moans under Jim's touch, and his eyes open abruptly as Jim pauses. He catches sight of the Kindred and freezes too. Watching the blood drip....
Jim's nostrils flare, his eyes riveted on the sight. The erotic "Kiss", the passion of the two Kindred start up an ache in his cock that only one thing can cure. And, still watching them, he works Blair's pants off him.
There comes nonstop half-shocked mumblings from Blair: "ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods... oh Jim.... uhhhhh....." Working at Jim's clothing frantically, wriggling free of his pants at the same time.
"Julian," Cash nearly whimpers, "please, I need...."
Jim gets his own pants the rest of the way off, pulling his half naked lover in front of him (who cares about the shirts???) his erect cock pressing against the crack in his ass as he holds him against him, trapping flailing arms with his.
Julian releases his grip on Cash's neck and wipes the Gangrel's blood dripping from his lips with the back of his hand. Without a word, he pulls up his jacket sleeve and slits his arm, holding it out to the waiting Gangrel.
Thrusting against Blair, his hand snaking down to hold Blair's hard cock, Jim feels like his brain has been short circuited. He cannot take his eyes off the blood, his senses full of it and Blair.
Cash turns in his arms to watch the mortals, bringing Julian's arm to his mouth at the same time, the Gangrel's eyes are wide as his fangs slip into his lover's wrist. [Gods, Julian, they are beautiful....]
For the first time in minutes, Julian becomes truly aware again of the mortals in the room, his own bloodlust momentarily satiated. "Ahhh, Cash, yess," he reacts to his lover's bite. [Yes, they are beautiful. But *this* is passion, more potent then sex for Kindred.]
Panting hard with need, Blair arches against the twin pressures of Jim's cock against his ass and Jim's steady hand on his throbbing cock.
Cash breathes into his lover's mind, [I like both, beloved, passion and blood... ] But, he quickly reminds himself, a good roll in the hay is nice too. Cash's positioning has put the Gangrel's ass up against the Ventrue's groin, and Julian's arousal is growing. With his free arm, he pulls Cash back to his body. His whole body shudders in ecstasy at his lover's Kiss.
Jim, breathing a little harder now, drags over a chair for Blair to hold onto, then shifts so he can insert a finger into his anus. He still has hold of Blair's cock. [Wouldn't want you to get away...] But he still watches the Kindred, his arousal spiking higher.
Moaning and panting harder with need, Blair spreads his legs and arches his back slightly for Jim's fingers in his ass. He grabs onto the chair tightly.
Cash begs, [Please love, please, take me again or *take* me... so arousing, watching them.... watching them watch us.]
Julian leans forward and bites roughly Cash's other shoulder, causing the Gangrel to arch back against him. [Drink, little one. Fill yourself with me.] Blood trickles down Cash's chest. [This is exciting them as much as what they do invites you.]
Jim begins to work his cock into his lover's anus, holding onto his hip. His need is great, and he can feel it in his lover, too, in his body and in the psychic connection they have.
Throwing his head back in pleasure as Jim enters him, Blair moans and pants, begging Jim to fuck him, groaning with intense need and pleasure.
Held against his lover's hard chest, watching the mortals, Cash's eyes are the full silver of passion. His teeth worry at Julian's wrist, making the wounds deeper. [Love you, Julian, want you, my lord.]
As Jim sinks to his full length within his lover, he groans and reaches up to grab a hold of the long, wavy hair, pulling Blair back against him more. As he works Blair's cock, he begins to move within him.
Pulling Cash even tighter, Julian draws off and bites again, over an old wound long since healed, his teeth tearing at the skin to release more blood. He licks along the opening. "Want you. Have you," he whispers.
As Jim grabs his hair, Blair's body shudders in pleasure, pinned between their exquisite joining and the erotic Mastery that his beloved has over him.
"Gods, Julian." It isn't often that Julian Kisses him there, over the wound that bound them together.
"Mine", Jim growls, fucking his Guide, breathing harder. Eyes still locked onto the sight before them, he unconsciously echoes the Prince's words, "Want you, Chief. Have you."
Julian licks his way up Cash's neck to his cheek. He diverts his gaze past Cash to Ellison, locking with the Sentinel's eyes. "Want you," he silently mouths.
"Want you," Jim murmurs back, thrusting deep, but has no idea whether he means Blair or Julian Luna. He's fairly zoned on what he sees, shocking, arousing, and passionate as it is. The Sentinel *is* his senses at the moment, all five fully engaged!
Unable to think, only able to feel as his lover, his Sentinel, fucks him into oblivion, Blair hangs onto the chair and thrusts back against Jim's hard but pleasurable strokes.
Catching his lover's mood, Cash follows his gaze to the passion distracted mortals before them. [What a Ventrue he will make, my prince. Sonny had better look to his place as heir... And the beautiful Blair... will you Embrace him Ventrue as well? He's not loner enough for the Gangrel...] That last has a disappointed tone.
[Just what I was thinking, Cash. A very nice Ventrue indeed.] At the moment he speaks of Jim Ellison alone, still watching the man's face as he fucks his lover. Julian lets his free hand drop to the waistband of Cash's jeans, undoing the buttons without breaking his attention to the mortals.
Cash shivers at Julian's touch, confused by his own thoughts... [ Why does the thought of Julian Embracing Frank make me so angry, but I am okay with Julian taking Jim as a childe? I don't understand myself...]
Julian's hand on the crotch of Cash's pants, sends another surge of lust through the Sentinel. He fists Blair's cock faster, his grip on his hair such that Blair must arch his back.
[Don't know about Blair, though. Not a Gangrel. Not really Ventrue. I don't think he'd be happy in a suit.] Julian reaches under the worn denim to free Cash's already rigid cock, grasping it in his fist, matching the Sentinel's hold on his lover. He gives the mortal a wicked grin before once again biting Cash's shoulder.
Jim jerks in reaction, a sudden image flashing through his mind of *himself* biting Blair's shoulder, making his blood run, licking it up. The thought pulls another growl from him, and Jim shifts his angle of thrusting to pulse against Blair's prostate.
Distractedly, Cash thinks....[Beautiful enough to be Toreador....] then Julian's hand at his groin drives all rational thought from his head.
The eroticsm of watching Julian stroke Cash's erection, combined with the urgent thrusting and stroking of his own lover deep within Blair, coupled with the sharp sexual tension of having his mane pulled like that... the stroke against his prostate undoes Blair completely, and he shouts as he cums, hard, spurting over Jim's hand, his ass muscles tightening around Jim's thrusting cock.
The shout of his lover breaks the zone Jim is lost in, and he shakes his head like a big cat as his own orgasm blossoms to the tight clenching of his cock.
[Should we join them, little one?] Julian picks up the pace of his stroking, working his hand up and down Cash's cock more quickly .... sucking harder at the new wound he has created ... pushing his wrist farther into Cash's mouth.
[It won't take long......] Cash's mental tone is distracted, desperate...
Groaning loudly, the Sentinel comes hard, fist gripping his lover's hair, bending his head back even more, then Jim lurches forward against Blair's back, and nips him on the shoulder. Not a Kiss, certainly, but the Guide will be marked
Watching the mortal's teeth close on his partner's skin, sends the feral Gangrel over the edge. He pulls off Julian's wrist with a howl, the echo of the wolf. Blood tinged cum spills over Julian's hand.
Blair hangs in ecstasy, pleasure making him weak-kneed, the feeling of Jim's teeth on his shoulder, marking him, makes Blair groan in pleasure and lust, his body shuddering again.
Jim, gasping, glances over and catches sight again of Cash's coming, his eyes widening at the sight of the bloody cum. With a deep sigh, he pulls Blair back against his chest, taking his arms and folding them with his over his chest, both panting.
Julian mentally clamps down on his own arousal, concentrating on filling the blood need first ... and Cash. He pulls off his lover's shoulder and whispers in his ear ... "Need you."
Shuddering in the last throes of his own orgasm, Cash nods... as soon as he can move, he whips around and falls to his knees in front of the prince. Tearing at the cloth covering Julian's erection, Cash tears the fine cloth with a ripping sound that is very loud in the suddenly silent room.
"Yes, Cash," he hisses, grabbing at the Gangrel's hair, forcing his mouth onto the erection.
Holding onto Jim's arms, catching his breath, still high from the endorphins of their passion... Blair opens his eyes just in time to see Cash take Julian's cock into his mouth. Blair moans.
Cash buries his face in the prince's groin, taking the length, his arms go around Julian's hips, holding him tight. [Give me your passion, beloved]
Jim, watching with Blair, breathes out into his ear, "Mine... even like that. Yes?"
Blair whispers huskily "Yes.... even like that, Jim... forever yours."
Jim sighs, his cheek against Blair's hair, his eyes on the face of the Prince. Drawn... intrigued... still aroused... drawn...
Julian leans his head back, his mind reeling from the near overflow of Gangrel blood filling his every sense. He moans at the much-needed release. His breath comes in short pants. "Passion ... yes ... that's it." He pushes against Cash's face, teetering on the edge of oblivion ... holding for a moment ... then releasing, his entire body shuddering with orgasm.
The power of the prince's orgasm somehow sends a psychic echo to the two mortals who both feel the jolt of it. Jim holds his Guide tighter, as if to protect him, though they both want this strange new reality more than they can believe.
Cash swallows hard, several times. Releasing Julian's cock, he nips the Ventrue on the inside of his thigh, not really needing the blood, but just for fun. Then Cash stands, to be gathered up into the prince's arms. "Sorry about your slacks, love," he apologizes, abashed.
Julian trips out of nirvana long enough to glance at Cash with a "you wicked child" look before turning his gaze to the mortals. "See what the Embrace can bring you," he offers provocatively, licking at the trail of blood seeping down Cash's chin.
Jim meets the prince's eyes evenly, still deeply moved by what they have witnessed, the passion shared by all... unafraid. "Yes," he replies, voice husky with the desires still thrumming through his body.
Shivering in Jim's embrace, but aroused by the idea which Julian offers as an example, Blair moans his assent. Blair yearns for this experience, only hinted at, by the Kindred... but for himself not as a gift from THEIR hands... but from another, perhaps...
The collective dream fades, then, but will leave its stamp, a deep impression on the psyches of the two gifted mortals. Destiny... has spoken.
Back in the mansion: The two Kindred awake in each other's arms, aroused, their linked minds already reviewing the vivid dream.
Back in the loft apartment, the two mortals sleep on, bodies entwined. But they will never remember.
