Interlude

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Frank/Julian

Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playin'

Summary: That wonderful scene from "Nightstalker" and what happens
after.
Frank is overworked and Julian is there with some TLC with unexpected
results... at least for Frank.

Interlude

by Asa Meda



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Nighthawk Diner. He had been coming here since he was a rookie. But since
his time with Alexandra, since he found he was able to sense Kindred, he was
surprised to know how many and how often Kindred came here. It was nearly
twelve-thirty in the morning and there were only a few customers here,
eating little, talking quietly. In fact, Frank realized, he was the only
human there. And he was here because he was just too tired to drive anymore
and because it warmer here than outside...

"Refill, Detective?"

Refill? Frank stared at his empty cup. That's all he had been drinking
since he got here nearly a half an hour ago... coffee. No food. Didn't
have time for food. But he had time for coffee. He nodded as he pushed the
cup in her direction.

"I don't know if I should tell you this since I... uh... pour this stuff for
a living," the waitress, Ruth, began as she served him. "But coffee doesn't
actually relax you." She pushed the cup back towards him. "It makes you
more tense." Her voice held a tone that made him glance at her. "But I
guess people need their illusions."

Ruth's words were quietly critical. Irritated, Frank ignored her. She was
Kindred. She always seemed to know what was going on. And every so often
she would express herself. But he had bigger thoughts to think, a dozen
things to get done. Frank rested his head on his hands. Inhaling, he
nearly gagged. Mixed in with the fresh scent of coffee were the stronger
scents of death that clung to his knitted shirt. Blood... Urine... Visions
of bodies, twisted and pale. Starkweather. Some media idiot was trying to
make the connection between this guy and another Starkweather decades ago
who had killed some nurses. Others were already arguing over violence on
television and its influence on the young. Frank knew the truth, of course.
Starkweather was Kindred gone wild, killing for his own sick pleasure... for
the blood... Frank squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to force away the
ache in his head... as he tried to ignore his empty stomach as it rolled...

Air lightly whispered around him. A familiar presence brushed his mind.
Startled, Frank looked up to see Julian Luna sitting in the booth across
from him as if he had been there for hours. //Where the hell did he come
from and how did he know I was--// He glanced at Ruth who was behind the
counter, her back to him as she spoke to the cook. //Skip that last
question.//

Frank noticed a look of deep concern in the Kindred's eyes as Julian studied
him. Frank shifted uncomfortably, uneasy with any attention on him. There
was a killer out there and he didn't need anyone, especially Kindred,
focusing on him. "We're going to get your Blood Brother," he said, hoping
his turn Luna away with an argument.

"He's no 'brother' of mine," Julian replied smoothly as he continued to
watch Frank. "I would like to see him destroyed as much as you."

Truth. But Frank didn't care. He wanted Luna to stop looking at him. If
that meant he had to be nasty so be it. There was a killer out there!
"Why's that?" he sneered. "Because he's messy?"

Julian gaze was direct. "Kindred don't kill for pleasure. We don't even
kill to feed." A strange expression came and went on Luna's face. "You'll
learn that... in time."

Frank swallowed as the words touched a deeper part of himself, a place the
rest of him did not want to face... wasn't ready to face. The added
conflict encouraged Frank to remain antagonistic, to keep his mind focused.
"Why don't you tell that to Starkweather? He's turned San Francisco into a
blood bath."

"We didn't make him a killer, Frank," Julian stated firmly in darker tone.
"He was systematically abused by his father then abandoned. He's killed his
abuser and now he's just moving up the food chain."

The forensic people... those who did profiles for a living had already told
him this. But it wasn't public. Frank's eyes narrowed at Julian. "I
suppose you learned this from whichever one of you turned him into a
vampire."

That was a direct hit. Julian's eyebrows rose, his posture changed. "Is
that what you think of us?" he asked with a suggestion of hurt in his voice.
"That we live to create monsters out of humans?"

No, Frank conceded silently but refused to give. "Am I wrong?"

Julian didn't answer. His expression was stony. "We didn't start this," he
said, clearly ending that part of their discussion. "We can help you stop
it."

Help. Frank just wanted to sleep... to eat... to get the smell off his
clothes... his skin. But he still couldn't give in. //Sometimes I think
it's the only way I can face him one-on-one... by arguing.// "Thanks," he
conceded, hearing the genuine offer. But the law enforcement office inside
of him couldn't allow it. "But we got about a thousand cops looking for
this guy."

"If this monster kills again," Luna countered, his hands gesturing as an
outward expression of his agitation; "and you could have stopped it with our
help, how would you live with yourself?"

That struck a nerve. Julian was looking at him with that look again. "I
don't get it, Luna! Why do you want to help me!" //Why are you still
here?//

Julian pointed a finger at him. "I took an oath to protect you," he
answered, his eyes holding and catching Frank's. "The only way I can keep
it is to make you understand. To turn you into someone who isn't our
enemy."

There was something in Luna's words, some plea. Frank thought he sensed a
reaching... a need he didn't fully understand and in his exhaustion didn't
want to explore. "You're dreamin', Luna," he threw out.

Julian's lips cursed upward. His expression relaxed. "I'd have thought the
same thing." He paused then added; "But Alexandra believed in you."

Invoking Alexandra's name was like tossing a bucket of ice water. Frank
opened his mouth to throw back a comment then stopped as he finally
understood that wayward emotions weren't going to work against Luna.
Anyway, why was he fighting with Julian? They seem to be on the same side
in this. Still, ego wouldn't let him toss in the towel. "You want to help
me find this Nightstalker? I'm not gonna stop you. It just seems to me to
use Kindred to find a serial killer is a little bit like using a fox to
guard the hen house."

It was a cheap shot... and a stupid thing to say. Frank wondered if he'd
gone too far as he found himself caught in Luna's penetrating stare. "There
are no serial killers amongst the Kindred."

"Why not?" Frank asked before he could stop himself.

Julian watched him. "Kindred justice doesn't permit it."

With those words, the atmosphere around them changed. Frank knew he had
heard nothing but the absolute truth from Luna. For Kindred to remain
hidden, none of them could lose control like Starkweather had. Frank
noticed Julian's posture had become quietly regal. His oddly colored eyes
regarded him curiously. Frank sighed, wishing the man would leave so he
could just put his head down for a minute before going back to his hunt on
the streets...

"When did you last eat, Frank?" Julian asked suddenly.

Kohanek blinked. Eat? Was he hungry? "I'm okay," he said quickly, cursing
silently as his stomach growled, proving his lie. The whole precinct was on
duty. No vacations. No sick hours. Sixteen hours on, eight hours off.
Sonny did more, but then he went home for some rest each day. Frank
couldn't blame him. But he couldn't do the same. He couldn't sleep when he
got home, so he wandered the streets, his mind on the clues, on what he knew
but couldn't tell.

Something different drew his attention. The scent of food reached his nose
setting off a flurry of responses within his body as a plate was placed
under him, hamburger surrounded by fries. Frank stared at the food then
looked up to find Ruth staring back at him, her lips curled in a small
smile.

"Rare, Detective," she said as she straightened. "Just as like you like
it." She nodded towards Julian then walked away.

Frank glared at Luna. "I said I wasn't hungry." He put a hand to his
mid-section as his gut screamed at him in mutiny.

"Eat, Frank," Julian ordered in a compelling tone.

Chapter 2

Frank sighed. His mouth was watering in preparation; his fingers itched to
pick up the burger. But he resisted. He wanted to eat... to sleep. But he
had to get back out there before someone else died--

"Eat your food, Frank."

Julian's voice was deeper. Frank looked at him as he felt a strange
sensation along his nerves and in his mind. Luna's expression was stern,
even parental. "Someone else is going to die," he said plaintively as he
tried to resist what he suddenly understood was happening. The Kindred had
the ability to Dominate humans.

"Someone might," Julian agreed. "But you are not going to be able to find
him if you don't take care of yourself." He nodded his head towards the
plate in front of Frank. "I don't want to force you to do anything, Frank.
But I won't have you weakened by your inability to take care of yourself."

//Fine... whatever...// Frank picked up a french fry and ate it.
Immediately he picked up a few more pieces and gulped them down as his body
demanded more. In silence he ate, his body compelling him to finish every
last crumb.

As he finished the soda that had suddenly appeared on the table he glanced
up, his cheeks tingling as he realized he had just pigged down in front of
Julian Luna. "I guess I was hungry," he said to cover himself.

"I guess you were," Julian agreed with a smile. He slid over to stand up.
"Come on," he offered.

"Where?" Without thinking, Frank stood. He glanced around. The diner was
completely empty except for the blond waitress who was busy wiping off the
counters. For a moment she paused to look at him, her expression showing
the same quiet concern Julian's had. Her lips curved into a supportive
smile before she returned to her work.

"Back to my place," Julian told him as he opened the door open for him.
"You can sleep a few hours then start your search again."

Frank forced himself to stop. His body protested his resistance to Julian's
order. "I don't need sleep, Luna," he said firmly. "I need to find the
bastard!"

"So do we," Julian agreed calmly. "But you're not going to be at your best
if you can't focus." He paused then added; "That can be dangerous."

There was something here. Something left unsaid. He probed Luna's face
then sighed in frustration as he saw nothing more than what Julian wanted
him to see. "You're not my baby-sitter," Frank threw out without the venom
he had intended on putting into it. He was exhausted.

"Yes I am," Julian said plainly. His eyebrows rose as his eyes sparked with
amusement. "You need one." His hand gestured. "So let me do my job. All
right?"

Frank found he could no longer muster up the proper rebellion. Julian was
being sincere in his concern. And Frank had a feeling that the patient
coaxing was only going to last so long. Somewhere within his mind, he
sensed the Kindred's presence. He would be taken, willingly or not. //And
I'm fucking too tired to care.//

"Just a few hours," he said, making sure Luna understood.

Julian nodded. "A few hours, Frank," he promised.

The deal was struck. Frank followed Julian to an expensive mid-sized car
with darkened windows. The chauffeur was a tall man with long blond hair
pulled back in a ponytail popular with some men now. He held the back door
open as Julian got in then waited patiently for Frank to follow. Kohanek
smiled sheepishly as he got in, nearly falling into the back seat as he
stumbled, nearly landing in Julian's lap.

"Um... sorry." He quickly retreated to his own side, feeling somewhat out
of his element as he felt the cool leather under his fingers, as he scanned
as much as he could of the interior. There was nearly everything a busy
business executive could need in compact form built into the framework of
the car. Laptop. Cell phone. Small television. Pull out desk. Frank
shifted uncomfortably. //Too rich for my tastes.//

"Make yourself comfortable, Frank." Julian reached out, pulling the cell
phone out of its holder. "I need to make a few calls. We should be back to
the mansion in about twenty minutes." Julian's voice was suddenly
business-like as the car began to move, as the Kindred's fingers moved over
the keypad.

Through the tinted glass Frank watched the city lights, the scattered
traffic, the moon hanging over the bay. His ears were attuned to Julian's
voice, now matter-of-fact, casually speaking to someone about a telephone
conference between himself and New York that needed to be delayed, something
about a budget item that needed to be recalculated.

Frank rubbed his hands over his face, forcing down the need to sleep as he
continued to listen, his instincts as a detective waiting for the right
words, the subtle catch phrase that would make Julian other than who he has
presented himself to be. //Julian Luna, Billionaire-Philanthropist.//

//Man, who are you kidding anyway,// Frank chided himself. //There's
nothing wrong with Luna. Not what you think. Not what you ever thought.
You just hang onto it and give him shit because you want him...//

Frank sighed and leaned back against the softness of the luxurious interior.
//Want him?//

//Don't even start lying to yourself, Frank Kohanek. Your cock stands at
attention every time you think about it... about him.//

Right on queue, fantasies Frank usually kept at bay for more private moments
began to whisper, images of himself... and Julian rising up. //Damn... I
thought was too tired for this.// Frank shifted again as his pants seem to
tighten around his crotch. //Not here, dammit! Not here!//

Julian's voice continued, his tone deep and steady as he spoke of things
Frank no longer listened to. His mind concentrated on relaxing, on making
his cock go to sleep before it got noticed. And slowly it worked. His body
relaxed. His mind drifted, lulled by the comforting beat of Julian's words.



And woke up on a comfortable, well-cushioned couch, covered with a thin
blanket, a pillow behind his head. //Where--// He sat up and looked around
as memories returned. He was in Julian's mansion, surrounded by decorated
walls and expensive furniture. Living room? Sitting room? Frank sighed.
He had been in Luna's mansion before but never further than the main foyer
and Luna's office.

Frank looked at his watch. It was nearly three in the morning. Two hours.
He had slept two hours without interruption. //I feel better.//

Yet... Frank sighed as his bladder talked to him. Bathroom. Frank got up
from the couch and moved around the room. To his relief he spotted a half
open door and the hint of white porcelain. Quickly he relieved himself then
washed up. As he came out of the bathroom, he wondered where Julian was and
how he was going to get back to his car. //Nap time's over... gotta get
going.//

"I would be glad to help you, Nathan. I enjoy your company."

Frank snapped his head around as he heard Julian's voice. Nathan? Frank
moved silently towards a door on the other side of the room. It was almost
closed, the interior lit. Frank edged closer as he heard movement and
shifting, wondering what the hell he was doing. It wasn't his business. It
wasn't his house. But still he found himself leaning against the wall
beside the door, he found himself looking at the end of a canopied bed.
//Julian's bedroom? What--// Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Julian.
Luna's chest was bare; his profile focused on something just out of sight.

Julian had a soft expression on his face. Kohanek swallowed, forcing his
breath to remain steady as he watched Luna's hand reached out to caress.
Strange excitement filtered through him as he barely moved the door,
determined to get a better view as a deep groan erupted from the room.
//I'm insane! I can't believe I'm doing this! But I have to... damn... who
is he... oh god...//

Julian faced a taller, seemingly younger blonde haired man who also stood
bare-chest, his paler features softened by obvious sexual arousal. Julian's
fingers slid down the other man's chest, caressing. His expression was
darkly focused.

Captured by the tableau, Frank watched as the two men began kissing.
Julian's fingers ran over Nathan's face then glided over his lover's
shoulders. The young man's kissed became more urgent as their bodies drew
closer. Julian's hands roamed freely. His mouth traveled, nipping along
exposed skin.

Frank gripped the door frame as he ruthlessly tried to keep from making even
the slightest noise. The room felt too warm, his pants too tight. It was
too late to move back, to do the right thing. His groin pulsed painfully.
His mouth salivated. His hands twitched with the need to give into his
desires and stroke himself as he witnessed two men make love. But he was a
prisoner, unable to escape, unable to find relief from the building tensions
within his body.

Julian seemed to hesitate as Nathan's hand delved into his pants. He
groaned then pulled the younger man close, his lips moved in a silent
whisper. His lover slowly drew back and studied Julian then nodded.
Silently Julian offered his arm and Nathan took it, his lips peeling back to
reveal his fangs. Without hesitation he bit into Luna's wrist, his mouth
sealing over the wound he made, his throat moving as he swallowed.

Frank bit his lip to keep from crying out as he groin demanded release, as
the sight of Kindred feeding only added to his own erotic needs. He watched
as Julian's eyes closed, as the Prince's head tilted back, his expression
unmistakably orgasmic. As Nathan sucked on him, Luna's free hand embraced
his lover's head as one would a nursing child. Then the young man groaned
and drew back, his tongue running sensuously over Julian's arm as he
straightened.

"Thank you, Sire," Nathan said in a breathless tone. He picked up his shirt
and began to put it on, dressing quickly.

Julian touched his lover's face. "Thank you, Nathan," he replied.

Nathan smiled, his teeth still fanged. He grabbed his tie then glanced in
Frank's direction behind the door. His mouth opened to speak.

"Nathan, it's all right," Julian assured. "Go on."

Nathan faced Julian and bowed a little before leaving the room. Frank
flinched as the door opened fully, revealing his presence. But Nathan
completely ignored him as he passed.

Julian straightened his pants but didn't pick up his discarded clothes as he
faced Frank, revealing a strong, lean torso. "Come in, Frank," he offered
as he leveled his gaze on the human.

//Oh god...// Frank moved his foot back, ready to bolt. "I-- I'm sorry."
He took another step back. He had his rest... and then some. His cock was
still aroused but deflating quickly as fear and shame filled him. He had to
go back to the station, get back to the investigation before the killer
struck again.

Julian held out a hand. "Frank, it's all right."

Frank backed up another step. "I gotta go," he countered in a near whisper.
He turned, hoping he could remember his way back to the couch, to his
holster, his wallet and keys. //Get out Kohanek. You've really done it
this time. Julian probably thinks you're just a little shit for sneaking up
like that.//

"Frank, don't run away."

Julian's voice was right behind him, his presence tingling through Frank's
mind. Kohanek cursed silently as he understood Julian wasn't going to just
let it go. "I shouldn't have intruded," he said without turning, knowing
his lame words would probably do nothing to counter what Julian was thinking
about him. "Thanks for the crash space, Julian," he added, trying to keep
his voice calm and casual. "You were right... I needed the rest."

Chapter 3

"You need a lot of things, Frank," Julian replied then sighed. "I know what
you're feeling... about me. The attraction." Frank stiffened as hands
gently pressed against his shoulders. "Would it help if I said I'm
attracted to you? That I think we both need to ease some tension that's
been building between us?"

Frank closed his eyes, wishing he were anywhere but here, wishing he had the
guts to turn around. "I've never been with a guy," he said, hoping to end
this farce.

"Then I'll show you," Julian countered easily. Fingers tightened gently
over Frank's upper arms. "As much or as little as you want to know."

Frank trembled. Sweat gathered over his body. "What about--" //I can't
believe I'm considering this!// "What about--"

"Nathan needed to go early... to join the blood hunt for Starkweather. I
gave him what I had so I'll need to feed before I go out this morning." His
hands slid over the knitted material covering Frank's arms. "But I can find
someone else for that... if you don't want me... that way." Julian's voice
was a near whisper, his hands flexed in their grip on Frank. "I won't hurt
you, Frank. I could never do that."

"Because of Alexandra?" he asked then bit his tongue a he heard the
bitterness in his voice. If he was going to do this with Luna, he wanted it
to be real and not because of her ghost haunting them both.

Gentle laughter erupted behind him. "No, Frank. Alexandra is dead. I
loved her... admired her spirit. I took the vow to protect you because I
respected her insight. She told me you were special. And from the very
first time I met you, I knew she was right." His body pressed against
Frank's back. "Don't be afraid, Frank. I'm not going to Embrace you. I
just want to share some pleasure with you." Pause. "You set the pace. All
right?"

All right? Frank searched his soul as he tried to find a reason to refuse.
But nothing came to him. His libido, on the other hand, gave him all the
right reasons. Bracing himself, he turned, swallowing hard as he found his
face mere inches from Julian's. His eyes took in the Kindred's dark gaze,
the calm passion that sparked in their depths. Then he found himself
staring at Julian's lips, his own mouth anticipating.

Julian leaned close. His lips teased Frank's, encouraging contact. Frank
shivered then gave in, joining in their first kiss. At first it didn't seem
much different than kissing a woman. But as Julian's arms came around his
back, as their kiss deepened, Frank felt it... the added strength, the
absolute need that echoed his own. Still, it seemed Julian was patiently
holding back his full strength in favor Frank's needs.

Experimentally, Frank's hands roamed, seeking familiar curves, quickly
readjusting as he encountered broad muscles. //This is a guy!// his mind
supplied in warning. Suddenly feeling out of place, his hands stilled and
he pulled back. //What am I doing?//

"Frank?" Julian brows knitted together. His own embrace loosened, giving
Frank room. "I can stop..."

"No... I--" Frank cleared this throat. His hands moved again, brushing at
the fine hairs on Julian's chest. He took a deep breath as he tried to
focus, to ignore his painfully aroused cock. //Damn! I'm acting like a
virgin!//

"One step at a time, Frank," Julian assured him as he lightly pushed the
human back from him. "Listen to me," he began. "If there's something you
don't want me to do you'll tell me." His hands started pulling at Frank's
shirt, drawing it up. "And if there's something you do want to do," he
added casually. "Do it. Understand?"

Frank nodded. //I say stop and he'll stop. Okay.// He automatically
obeyed as Julian silently gestured for him to raise his arms, as Luna pulled
the knit shirt off him, exposing his chest. Julian smiled as he brushed
tousled hair back from Frank's face. Frank shivered in response, caught
between fear and renewed arousal.

"Don't be afraid, Frank," Julian intoned seductively. His gaze remained
steady as his hands gripped Frank's waistband, opening the clasp, pulling
down the zipper... his fingers delving within...

"Oh..." Frank grabbed Julian's arms for support as Luna's touch moved with
experienced ease over the head of his cock, caressing down the underside...

"Kiss me," Julian breathed as he drew closer.

Frank refused to think as he obeyed, more comfortable with the gesture, more
aroused as their lips parted in unison. The taste of Julian was a deep,
heady elixir that seeped onto his tongue, into his throat, spreading
throughout his body. His hands slowly explored Luna's body, adjusting more
quickly to the maleness, his hips moving in rhythm to Julian's manipulation
of his cock, his body shifting minutely to get the maximum stimulation from
the Kindred's touch.

At the same time, Frank's hands caressed over Julian's shoulders then raked
down Luna's back. His fingers dug under the waistband of Julian's pants as
his desires rose. In the course of a moment, Frank's feelings focused. He
groaned, demanding more in the kiss, his hands demanding more as his fingers
pushed lower, barely caressing the cleft of Luna's buttocks. Dark thoughts
teased his conscience as tensions of the last week... buried feelings of the
last several months emerged. //I want him... need this...// Frank drew
back slightly, feeling somewhat alien as he surveyed Julian. The Kindred's
face was pale, his lips red with abuse, his eyes wolf-like.

"What do you want, Frank?" Julian asked, his voice barely a growl. "Tell
me."

Unfamiliar passion filled him. Frank searched Julian's face as he
understood what was being asked. //I want...// His cock pulsed, his body
commanded. "I want you," he whispered, wondering what reaction he would
get. He brought his hands up into Julian's hair and tugged hard, delivering
a quick kiss. "I want you," he repeated with more confidence.

Julian's mouth curved into seductive smile. "Then you will have me, Frank."
His pulled back but only far enough to take Frank's hand. "Come to bed," he
coaxed.

Frank allowed himself to be brought back into the bedroom then pushed onto
the soft, wide bed. Before he could move Julian was on him, undressing
Frank quickly. Then he finished taking off his own clothes. For the first
time they faced each other with no physical barriers between them. Frank
eyes roamed, automatically inspecting, taking in the differences and
similarities. Julian was slightly larger in build than himself. His skin
was dusky and smooth. Frank's gaze moved lower, his eyes taking in the
erection that bobbed from a nest of black pubic hair. //He's big...//
Frank looked away as his mouth watered in reaction to a sudden urge. //What
am I doing?// A hand cupped his chin, drawing his face up.

"You like what you see?" Julian asked lightly.

Frank's face burned. "Yeah," he answered honestly. He glanced around.
"This is really weird, Luna."

Julian smirked. "It's not that different from doing it with a woman." He
lay back, his head cushioned by the large pillows at the head of the bed.
"You've done it... with women?"

//Jesus... how does he know?// Frank nodded. His sex life could be sparse
but when things happened he wasn't against trying new things. And
Alexandra had taught him a lot of new things. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Did you ever hurt them?" Julian held out a hand. "Make love to me,
Frank."

Permission. Long buried urges took dominance with Frank's mind. He moved
up, taking Julian's hand, kissing the back of it, curious when Julian's
eyebrows moved up in surprise. "What?"

Julian shook his head. "It is how a Prince is greeted, acknowledged. I
know you didn't mean it that way."

Frank blinked. No, he hadn't. Yet it had felt right. "Sorry," he
apologized.

Julian smiled. "Don't kill the mood, Frank."

Frank laughed in response. Then he leaned forward, kissing Julian with
renewed passion, his body moving with purpose to stimulate his lover.
Julian sighed deeply then spread his legs in invitation.

//He wants this...// Encouraged, Frank concentrated on Julian's pleasure as
well as his own. He replaced his hands with his lips, pausing at each
nipple then nipping over the hardened abdomen, giving extra attention when
Julian moaned or twitched. As he reached Luna's hips he was startled as
Julian's hand touched the back of his head.

"You don't have to," the Kindred managed hoarsely.

Frank lifted his head, surprised at the depth of passion in Julian's eyes.
"I want to," he decided. He gazed at the erection presented to him,
fascinated by the movement it made, by the scent that filled his nostrils,
all adding to his own arousal. Then he took one last deep breath and did
what he had seen women do, what he enjoyed having done to himself. His
tongue licked, finding the taste slightly bitter but acceptable, encouraged
by Julian's hiss. Carefully he held his lover's genitals, massaging the
testicles. With some verbal guidance from Julian, he began taking the
engorged cock into his mouth, sucking and licking slowly then with more
aggression as Julian cried out, thrusting his hips in demand.

Frank could feel his own cock swelling painfully. He wanted Julian...
wanted to be inside him, filling him. But he wanted this too, this control
over the Kindred Prince, this ability to make Luna lose his rigid
disciplines, if only for a moment. Settled in the rhythm, he sensed the
nearing to climax, heard Julian's groans increase and wondered what the
Kindred would taste like... wondered if he really wanted to know...

"Frank... stop..." A hand, gentle but firm, pulled at Frank's head.
"Childe... stop..."

By force of will Frank obeyed, lifting his head, curious and concerned. Had
he done something wrong? But Julian smiled, sitting up slightly, caressing
Frank's face in reassurance.

"Come inside me, Frank," Julian offered in a low tone. "Now."

Now... Frank pulled himself up as Julian lay back down. The Kindred spread
his legs, bringing his knees up. Frank desires ignited as he studied the
submissive pose. He caressed Julian's abdomen and thighs, barely brushing
the thick, moist cock. "You sure you don't want me to..."

"I want you to do this, Frank," Julian demanded. "Please..."

Chapter 4

Frank didn't question it a second time. He stared at the opening to
Julian's body as he began to rub at his own cock in preparation. "I guess
condoms are not an issue here," he ventured.

Julian smiled lazily. "No."

Frank leaned forward to deliver a quick kiss on Julian's aroused member,
pleased when a hiss escaped his lover. "What about... lubrication?" It was
a rhetorical question. Even if it didn't matter to Julian, he was not going
to do this without proper preparation in this regard.

Julian sighed, his hand reaching towards the night stand, to a small bottle
sitting behind the lamp there. "Here," he offered. "You won't need much."

Okay. Frank took the bottle, impressed by the ornate design, the obvious
expensive packaging. He opened the top and nearly groaned as an exotic
scent that made his head tingle pleasantly. "What is it?"

"Something someone gave me as a gift," Julian answered in a deep tone. His
hand caressed down Frank's side. "Something I keep for more special
moments."

Frank drew a deep breath as Julian's touch guided him back to what was more
important between them. He took a drop and coated his cock, closing his
eyes as the oil and his own fingers threatened to take him over the edge.
He drew himself forward as Julian drew his legs up, exposing the desired
opening.

//I'm gonna fuck a guy,// came one of Frank's last coherent thoughts as he
positioned himself. He wanted to be careful, to make it good for Julian.
But as his organ entered the Kindred's body, as Julian groaned aloud, as his
body thrust up to meet the invader, all Frank's resistance fade. He thrust
himself fully into Julian's body, giving a cry as his hips pressed hard
against Julian's butt. "Oh god..."

"Move, Frank," Julian ordered in a harsh whisper. His legs wrapped around
Frank's torso. "Fuck me!"

Kohanek moaned as he drew back from the cool tightness that surrounded his
cock. Then he slammed forward, gripping Julian's thighs painfully as he
worked to maintain his balance, as he again drew back and thrust forward.
Julian's command to push harder and harder turned to moans and cries as
Frank obeyed, causing the Kindred to arch his body in obvious ecstasy. In
turn, Julian's muscles surrounded his cock like a vice, pulsing around his
pumping organ, milking with knowledge and skill. Frank was captured, his
body enthralled by the cycle of intense pain and pleasure they shared as he
moved against Julian with unfamiliar abandon.

Though it probably had been only minutes, Frank felt as if it had been
hours. He could feel sweat dripping off of his skin, his muscles tense with
the repeated motions. In the end he rammed his cock deep within Julian's
body as he climaxed, as he emptied his seed into the Kindred, as the
intensity collapsed into sparks of euphoria.

Frank fell forward, his hands landing on Julian's stomach as he worked to
control his breathing, fought to stay coherent as his body quaked in the
aftermath. "Damn..." He didn't think it could be like this... that he and
Julian could have--

Julian's body moved quickly but carefully, pulling itself away from Frank's
softened cock. Before the detective realized what was happening, Julian
pushed Frank flat on his back and covered him, his lips taking the human's
in a painfully passionate kiss. "Julian..." Frank moaned, a part of him
amazed to feel his cock becoming aroused once again as he felt Julian's hard
erection against his thigh. //He didn't come... what--// "Julian--"

"Shhhh..." Julian's hands wandered over Frank's abdomen, stroking gently.
His lips moved over Frank's face, drifting downward, teasing at his jaw,
nipping at his throat with mild purpose. "Let me feed," he whispered
hoarsely.

Julian's words integrated with faint whispers within Frank's mind. Need.
The Kindred's body held still over his, waiting. Frank pushed at Julian,
forcing his lover's head up. Julian's eyes glinted darkly, his expression
showed the strain of control. //I can say no.// he understood without
asking. //I can say no.//

But also realized he couldn't say no. Julian's need burned through him as
if it were his own. In that instant he understood. Blood. It wasn't
food... not really. It was life... a gift... and a curse. Frank examined
Julian's face as he struggled to maintain control of an irritating pulse
that suddenly made its presence known. He needed... Frank reached up and
touched his lover's cheek in a vague attempt to express what he couldn't
verbalize. Julian's eyebrows rose high. He tilted his head as if hearing
something Frank couldn't then kissed him gently. "Please let me share with
you," he pleaded.

Frank puzzled at the words but reacted to Julian's undisguised want. He
closed his eyes and drew his head back, giving the Kindred silent
permission.

Julian exhaled a single breath. Then his mouth softly clamped on Frank's
throat. A moan escaped Frank as a sharp sting flashed through him, adding
to his renewed passions. Blood flowed from him. Julian's presence filled
him. Their bodies came together as those of more familiar lovers, hands
already knowing what to seek to bring pleasure to the other. Frank arched
to bring his newly aroused cock in contact with Julian's hardened member.
His hands raked down Luna's back, scratching the skin. Frank quivered as
orgasm came more quickly, ripping through him with more energy. At the same
time, Julian thrust harshly then lifted his head from Frank's neck to moan
as his cocked released a cool fluid between them.

Nearly breathless, Frank lay still, his eyes closed as Julian's lips
returned to his throat, a warm tongue lapping gently. Then Julian gathered
Frank back against him. At the same time a scent drew Frank's attention, a
scent that reminded him of Alexandra yet it was different, darker. Blood.
Confused, Frank tried to focus, to open his eyes. But a strange lethargy
held him in a twilight state.

"Don't fight me," Julian whispered breathlessly into his ear. "You need
this too... I know." Warm liquid touched Frank's mouth, leaked between his
parted lips and over his tongue. "Take from me, childe. Just a little...
just enough to help you. One day you will understand..." Automatically
Frank pressed his mouth against the warm skin of his lover, seeking the
taste that had been introduced to him. At first his stomach protested as
fire coursed through his nerves, making him remember his last time with
Alexandra... the blood that ran down her arm. But Julian cradled him,
soothing with words as Frank's body adjusted, eagerly accepting the strange
fluid as a means to stanch his needs. As the precious liquid was withdrawn,
Luna's powerful mind carefully moved a single thought. Then Frank finally
sighed as love of a kind he never thought to experience filled his soul as
the Prince's arms enfolded him protectively...



Ringing. Something was ringing. Frank turned over, instantly awake. The
ringing continued, sharp and shrill, next to his head. //My cell phone...
what...//

"Yeah." he said as he looked around, as his memories began to come back to
him. //Shit... what did I do!// He was in Julian Luna's bed. Naked. They
had had sex... made love...

"Frank, where the hell are you?"

Sonny. Frank sat up, his tongue paralyzed. Julian was gone. "I'm uh..."
//Shit, think fast!// "I'm in my car," he lied, wondering if his car was
still at the diner... wondering how he was going to get to it.

"You all right?" Sonny sounded less frustrated and more concerned. I've
been looking for you for about an hour. I passed by your place and tried
your beeper." Pause. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Frank answered more quickly as he gathered his wits. "I must have
fallen asleep," he added tentatively.

"Well you needed it, partner," Sonny forgave. "Don't know whose gas you
were running on. It's almost seven. Kwan wants us in his office for a
briefing about eight-thirty. Okay?"

"Sure," Frank answered still wondering how he was going to get his car,
wondering what had happened here. He licked his lips, puzzled by the odd
taste... a familiar taste he couldn't quite place... "I'll see you then."

"Good, buddy."

Frank listened to the connection as it broke then took a moment to stare at
his phone. //Damn!//

Voices. Frank's ears picked up as he heard voices just beyond Julian's
bedroom. Both familiar... Julian and... Sonny? Frank shook his head,
dismissing the idea. //My imagination run amok...//

"Everything all right?" Julian asked as he walked back in, fully dressed,
his eyes watching Frank. "I hope you don't mind. I left your cell phone
close by in case someone needed you."

"Thanks." All very casual. Frank assessed himself. He had slept for
hours... a good sleep. His body was relaxed and energized.

The lingering scent of sweat and sex drew his attention. He eyed the
bedding around him, seeing small stains... seeing drops of blood on the
pillow... Frank raised a hand to his neck, drawing in a breath as his
fingers brushed a sensitive area, though the skin seemed unbroken and
smooth. He stared at Julian who stared back, waiting. Frank, still nude,
thought a moment about covering himself then stopped as he realized there
wasn't anything Julian probably hadn't seen by now.

"I'm okay with this," Frank said, surprising his own ears with those
unexpected words.

Julian appeared to relax. He came to the bed and sat down on the edge, his
hand falling on Frank's cheek. "I'm glad." His eyes scanned him. "I want
this again," he said seriously.

Again. Frank looked away. Again? "I don't know," he said honestly without
looking up, afraid of what effect his rejection would have, amazed he cared
at all. //But I do... about Julian...// Confused, Frank tensed, feeling
something out of place, something he couldn't quite remember...

"Frank." A hand gripped his shoulder. "It's all right."

Julian's voice was calm and understanding. Frank nodded as he raised his
head. The Kindred's expression was casual. Nothing out of place. No
expectations. Frank was free to make up his mind without losing the odd,
tentative friendship they had somehow formed. "Thanks."

Julian smiled and drew back. "I had your car brought here. I had some
clothes brought from your place." He gestured with his head to the foot of
the bed, at the clothes neatly piled next to his personal belonging,
including his keys. "There are towels set out in the bathroom for you."

All the bases covered. Frank nodded again, wanting to say more, knowing the
timing wasn't right. There was a killer on the streets... a Kindred killer.
And he had to get out... go after him.

"I have business to attend to, Frank." Hesitation. "So I can't stay."

"It's okay." Frank began to move, sliding out of bed, feeling strangely
alert. He watched as Julian nodded then turned to go. But as Luna reached
the doorway, Frank had to say one more thing. "Julian... about Kindred..."
He shrugged as Julian's attention focused on him. "I know this guy... isn't
what you guys are all about."

Though Julian's expression did not change, Frank sensed a change within the
Kindred Prince, a deep emotion he didn't know to interpret. "I'm glad,
Frank," Julian said. "I'll see you later."

Frank sighed as he watched his lover go. His lover... his male lover... his
Kindred male lover... Prince of the City...

//Enough of this shit!// Frank gathered his things and headed for the
bathroom, his mind focusing on the day ahead, his heart hoping they caught
the killer before it was too late...



END (for now...)

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