Patience
Today was a lesson in patience.
Brian was standing in the middle of Dorjan’s hardwood floor, naked,
with his hands clasped behind his neck.
Sweat dappled his skin, running into the crease of muscles and giving him
a soft glow. He
flexed his knees, trying to make the movement as imperceptible as possible and
felt a slight relief to the tension in his joints.
He’d been in this position for almost an hour.
Soft fingernails trailed up his spine, caressing each vertebra.
The hand made it to his hair, tangling in the silken locks and using them
to pull his head back.
Lips found his neck, a strong tongue tickling over his jaw line, and
Brian couldn’t suppress his moan.
He pushed back, feeling the bulge of an erection, trapped in black riding
pants, push against his naked ass.
The body moved away and Brian had to bite his lip to keep from voicing
protest.
*Patience* came Dorjan’s voice from within Brian’s head. Somehow
Dorjan could communicate mentally, talking from inside a person’s mind.
He had shown this gift on their first meeting, after he and Brian had
gotten stoned.
At first he thought it was just an illusion of the drugs as he heard
Dorjan’s voice, coming from within instead of without, saying he was
beautiful. In
retrospect, Brian knew he should have been terrified of this but Dorjan had
presented it with such tact and delicacy that it only caused a small stirring of
panic. Now
it didn’t bother him in the slightest.
He thought of it as a beautiful attribute that made his friend more
special.
“So when are you going to tell me what you are?” Brian asked, craning
his head to see his companion, watching the muscles of Dorjan’s back as he
bent to retrieve Brian’s jacket.
“Like I’ve said before, I’m not.
You have to figure it out.”
“But you TOLD Stefan.”
“You’re not Stefan.”
Brian rolled his eyes.
He’d known Dorjan for almost a year, he’d seen his strange abilities
and knew he was not a normal person.
Every time they met Brian asked what he was and every time he was told to
take a guess. It
wasn’t that Dorjan was keeping secrets.
There was a higher purpose in this game.
Brian didn’t like being wrong, he’d rather live his life in
uncertainty than take a guess and fail at it.
It was something that held him back, a bit of low self-esteem he could
never seem to work past.
That’s why Brian came to Dorjan, why he got excited every time the tour
came near his home.
It was more than just sex and fun.
Dorjan wasn’t the kind of dominant who took his scenes from the S&M
handbook. He
realized everyone was different and had special needs.
Brian always left the next day feeling both sexually satisfied and better
about himself as a person.
Dorjan stepped in front of his plaything, a dark halo of hair framing his
cat-like face.
He shook a cigarette out of the pack he’d gotten from Brian’s coat
and placed it between his lips.
Within seconds the studio apartment was filled with the heavy scent of
Marlboro. A
small whimper came from Brian as he watched it being smoked; he hadn’t had one
in hours. His
eyes never left the glowing red tip, seeing it pulse like a heartbeat and eat up
half the stick.
Dorjan came closer, flipping the cigarette around so that the butt was
just out of reach of Brian’s lips.
The small man started to move toward it but the shake of Dorjan’s head
commanded him to stay still.
“Patience,” he reminded in his soothing voice, a gentle smile on his
lips.
They stared at each other through tendrils of smoke.
The smell of wasted narcotic only fueled Brian more and he found it
increasingly hard to keep his position.
At last the brown tip was place at his mouth and he sucked in hard.
Too hard.
A blast of smoke hit his lungs, choking off his air supply and making him
hunch forward in a fit of coughs.
Dorjan rubbed his back, waiting until it subsided.
“Too much too fast can turn a good thing bad.
You lost your enjoyment because you overdid it.
Slow down and you can experience things more fully.”
He kissed away the tears that had been choked out of him and moved the
butt back to his lips.
This time Brian took it slow, sucking in a soft puff of smoke that seemed
to warm his entire body.
Eyes closed, he let out a soft hum as he pushed the white cloud back out
his mouth and felt his erection jump in satisfaction.
“Good,” Dorjan smiled, moving to get rid of the burnt out stub.
He took Brian by the hand and led him to the bed, laying him out in the
center face down.
He felt cuffs placed around his wrists, soft leather lined in rabbit fur,
and attached to the headboard.
Nylon ropes were used to bind his ankles and knees together.
Dorjan took a step back to admire the sight in front of him.
Brian’s pale skin stood out in stark relief to the blackish-gray silk
comforter on the king size bed.
His eyes flowed from the soft soles of Brian’s feet, up his thighs to
the fleshy curves of his ass, over the delicate shoulder blades, and up to the
curious face peeking out over his bound arms.
His eyeliner was starting to smudge, giving his eyes a graceful droop and
adding to the look of vulnerability.
Dorjan had been planning on blindfolding him but decided that was too
beautiful a sight to cover up.
Grabbing a bottle of oil, Dorjan climbed on the bed and straddled
Brian’s waist.
The warm liquid was poured over his shoulders, running down his spine,
and Dorjan’s strong fingers worked it into the muscle.
His hands came up to Brian’s neck and encircled it easily, rubbing away
his tension. He
moved down, kneading the flesh of his back, feeling it shift and stretch beneath
his palms. More
oil was poured on, the dip in the small of his back creating the perfect bowl
for it. Dorjan
slid it down to Brian’s ass, grabbing a globe in each hand and massaging
firmly, pulling the two cheeks apart.
A soft moan filled the room and Brian lifted his hips, offering himself
to Dorjan’s touch.
As his waist fell, he felt his aching cock rub against the soft silk
beneath. He
buried his face in the pillow, arching his back even more as he slowly humped
the comforter.
The cool material caressed him, sliding over the swollen head and down
the base. He
was groaning loudly, his hips moving a bit faster with each thrust, when he felt
a stinging pain to his right bum cheek.
The loud crack reached his ears a few seconds later, making him realize
it was Dorjan’s hand that had caused the blow.
“What have I told you, little one?”
“Patience,” Brian breathed out, lowering himself flat against the
bed.
“Good boy. Do you really want to waste yourself by getting off on a
blanket?”
“I could get it up again.”
Dorjan rolled his eyes, a finger working teasingly slow into Brian’s
hole. “Whatever
happened to ‘quality not quantity’?”
Brian just mumbled into the pillow, his muscle spasming against
Dorjan’s digit and trying to pull it further in.
He moved it in and out so slow that Brian could feel every bump of his
knuckles. A
second finger was added, twisting around inside.
The hand was removed, index and thumb pulling away flesh, exposing the
small pucker so oil could be drizzled across it.
A thick thumb smeared it around, pushed inside, as the other hand grabbed
Brian’s hip and slowly rolled him onto his side and pushed his knees towards
his chest.
The mattress bounced as Dorjan slid out of his pants then spooned up
behind Brian. The
first few times they’d been together they had used condoms, at Brian’s
insistence, but have since abandoned precautions.
Dorjan assured him there was nothing to worry about and even Stef, who
had become safety boy in recent times, told Brian he didn’t need them with
Dorjan. He
felt flesh slide into him, his body soon adjusting to the memory of its shape.
Cold metal pressed against Brian’s left shoulder blade, slicing through
the flesh almost painlessly.
The wound was covered by Dorjan’s lips, his tongue guiding the trickle
of red down his throat as he purred an inhuman growl.
This part confused Brian even more than hearing Dorjan’s voice in his
head. The
cuts always happened but there was never a mark afterward.
Dorjan always drank it and always let out that same growl.
But why the knife? Don’t vampires have fangs? And he sleeps in a bed
not a coffin and Brian was positive they’d been out in daylight together.
He knew he could end his confusion very simply: just ask.
But he couldn’t chance being wrong.
Instead he concentrated Dorjan’s soft lips pinching at his flesh, the
hand that had wrapped around his own cock, and beautiful monster that was moving
in and out of his backside.
Brian screamed when he came, a sound that was filled with pleasure and
aching release.
Dorjan caught it on his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking it
off with a happy moan as his own climax neared.
They lay perfectly still for what seemed like hours, the purring of their
breath the only sounds made.
Brian felt Dorjan’s hand at his cock again and groaned, trying to shake
him off. Dorjan
laughed, “I thought you said you’d be able to get it up again.”
“Fuck that, once was enough, I’m tired,” he smiled at his partner,
blowing him a soft kiss.
Dorjan ruffled his hair and moved off the bed.
He unhooked the cuffs from the headboard and pulled Brian’s head into
his lap, feeding him orange juice through a straw.
He tried to undo Brian’s bindings but the smaller man scooted away.
“Can I sleep in them?
Please?”
Dorjan kissed his temple, lying down behind him.
“Of course.”
“Hey Dorj?” Brian whispered, his voice hesitant.
“Yeah Bri?”
“You’re… not human, are you?”
Dorjan couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘safe’ question, pulling
Brian tighter to his chest.
“Only partially.
No care to take a real guess?”
Brian smiled, proud that he was at least half right.
“Nah, I’ll wait.
I kind of like that you’re such a big mystery.”