"Possession"
copyright © 1998-99, Dominic A. Wilde, all rights reserved

Disclaimer: No profit has been gained from this effort, and no copyright infringement is intended. It was written for entertainment purposes only. The story is MINE MINE MINE and may not be reproduced, either wholely or in part, without previous written permission from the author.

Warning: This spec contains absolutely *no* plot to speak of. It does, however, contain adult situations centering around consenting vampires of the same gender. If this offends you, or if you're looking for a spec containing a plot and a storyline- then I suggest that you stop reading *now*, and look somewhere else. Right. You've been warned.

May contain spoilers for Queen of the Damned, but even that's doubful
Dedication: This spec is dedicated to Eric, with much love and affection. Thank you for being my inspiration.

On with the show.....

"Into this night I wander It's morning that I dread Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread Into the sea of waking dreams I follow without pride Nothing stands between us here And I won't be denied...." SM

Glancing up at the clock, I saw that it weas only a quarter past midnight...still relatively early in the evening. The villa was silent, save for the soft turning of pages, and Bach, coming from the stereo. I was sprawled comfortably on one of the large, leather couches that inhabited the den- and Daniel was seated on the floor, leaning against the couch- long legs stretched out before him. Easily within touching distance, the way that I liked it....

The room was illuminated only by two small candles that sat on the mantal- giving the entire room a soft, golden glow. It was moments like this when the illusion of civilized life broke down and sometimes shattered completely. Two unnatural creatures, seperate from the rest of the world. Not exsisting as a part of it.
I closed my eyes, and let myself become lost in the moment. Outside, the soft sound of rain against the windows. No other signs of life on the island. No other signs of life in the villa. Only the two of us. Daniel, intent on his reading.....and me, turning over the strangest thoughts in my head.

I reached out, letting my fingers glide through the silken strands of his hair- which was still damp from the rain. He had been out hunting, of course- the scent of human blood still clinging to him like some sort of perfume. His body radiated the heat like a furnace, drawing me ever closer. Like the proverbial moth to a flame.
I gently lifted his hair off of the back of his neck, rubbing it between my fingers. My beautiful boy...

"You don't *need* me any more, do you, beloved?" It wasn't exactly a question, more of a statement. And a strange one, at that. My voice echoed in the all but empty room, the unnatural resonance of my voice sounding strange to my own ears.

Daniel's turning of pages had stopped the moment that I touched him. He grew still and silent, perhaps humoring me...focusing his full attention on my silly statement. Indulging me.

"I guess I don't *need* you the way that I used to. It's different now." Silently, he put the book aside. For a moment, he seemed to be lost in thought, the soft glow of the candle light defining every feature of his face- the perfect marble angel, in repose. I studied his profile, watching as a small wrinkle began to crease his brow. I felt the urge to reach out and trace the outline of his lips, but it seemed unthinkable to ruin the moment. Perhaps he was doing what I was....remembering all of what had passed between us, all that had gone before. Memories that would forever be burned into my mind, like snapshots out of a photo album. "Does it bother you? That I'm not as dependent on you, as I used to be?"

I turned over onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, letting my free arm slip down across his chest, my fingers finding and absently toying with the top buttons of his shirt. Carefully, and with deliberate slowness, I undid the top buttons, and slipped my hand inside- carressing his chest. The heat of the kill was so prominent that for a moment, I was sure that his skin would burn me. But, of course, it did no such thing. "I enjoy being needed, beloved. But, I'm not unhappy with the way that things are, now. You were right. It is just...*different*." I leaned forward until my lips came to rest against the side of his throat. He was so enticing, so *warm*, that it took every ounce of my willpower not to simply take him, right here. Right *now*. But, I can suffer a great deal, if the cause is right. I coontinued to stroke his chest, breathing in his scent- letting my senses become flooded with all that was *him*. Slowly, my fingers grazed a nipple, and I felt him stiffen- his sharp intake of breath sounding almost impossibly loud in the quiet room. A fine film of blood sweat began to appear on his neck, and my tongue darted out to taste it, before I placed a gentle kiss there.

Slowly, I withdrew my hand from his shirt, and pushed myself up on the couch. Daniel turned, obviously a little disappointed at my sudden apparent loss of interest in letting things progress any further. But I had no intention on stopping...far from it. I stood up, and walked over to the stereo- silencing Bach with a soft *click*. No sound in the room now, save for Daniel's heartbeat.....I wanted to feel that heartbeat, locked against my own- each one trying in vain to silence the other. That terrible, wonderful rhythm of life in death. He was watching me from across the room, his soft, violet eyes boring into me.....devouring me whole. I walked back over to where he sat, quickly pulling him to his feet.
I tugged at his shirt, easily ripping it open- slipping both arms inside, and pulling him close. I trailed kisses across his chest, letting my fangs scrape against his flesh. He was trembling in my arms, and I loved it. I let my lips rest against him, so that when I spoke, my voice was muffled by his skin. "Do you *need* me, now?"
He tilted my face up to meet his, his lips capturing my own until I felt as though I were drowning. When he pulled away, I knew that he wasn't the only one that was trembling. His eyes still burned with the same violet fire, but his voice held the slightest teasing edge. "Needing is a part of it, yes. But wanting is even more important."

I knew that a small smile had begun to play at the corner of my lips, and suddenly- I knew that nothing had ever felt so *right*. Things were different, yes. But he was still mine. And always would be. I took his hand.

"Follow me?"

"Anywhere you lead."

I lead him from the room, stopping only to take one of the candles from the fireplace. The sensation of being isolated became even stronger, more pronounced...but it wasn't an unpleasent feeling. On the contrary. The world had ceased to exsist, time had become unimportant. And here, the only thing that mattered was my beloved, my savior. My Daniel. Everything else became far away, and lost in the passages of time. Only this moment remained.

Together, we made our way upstairs, to the bedroom that had been Daniel's, when he had been mortal. Now, we shared it. It was the largest and most sumptious of all of the bedrooms in the villa- I had spared no expense when it came to making Daniel happy. And I doubted that I ever would.

I pushed Daniel down on the bed, leaving him only long enough to place the solitary candle on the desk. The room was still pleasently dark, the candle all but swallowed up by the velvety blackness. I turned back to Daniel, leaning against the far wall- simply content to watch him for a moment, before re-joining him. Mine, for all of eternity. That one simple thought was enough to make my own heartbeat quicken.

Silently, I bridged the distance that seperated us. I took his hand, undoing the buttons first at one wrist and then the other- finally sliding the shirt off, and discarding it on the floor. He reached out towards me, but I brushed his hands away- instead, pulling the t-shirt that I had been wearing over my head, and tossing it aside. He reached out again, his hands gliding across my chest- and this time, I made no move to stop him. Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his warm hands, on my cold skin. But only for a moment. Quickly, I backed away, leaving him with a question forming on his lips. But I smiled, placing a finger against my lips- bidding him to be silent. I slipped out of my jeans, and tossed them aside as well.

I climbed onto the bed, and immediatly- his arms were around me, drawing me closer and closer- almost as if he were trying to fuse the two of us, into one being. His lips found mine again, kissing me with a ferocity that was overwhelming. I felt him nibble lightly on my bottom lip, his hands finding their way into my hair. Finally, I pushed him onto his back. "Patience, beloved. We have all the time in the world."

I ran a hand down his chest, letting my fingernails graze his flesh, finally letting my fingers come to rest on the waistband of his jeans. I slipped two fingers inside, and heard his answering moan- which sounded more like a whimper of frustration. I carefully undid the button, and struggled with the zipper for a moment, before I got it to comply with my wishes. With a skillful tug, I pulled off his jeans, and added them to the growing pile of clothes, on the floor.

Once all of the restrictive garments were out of the way, there was nothing to hinder me in my pursuits.....and that was a wonderful feeling, indeed. I kissed him softly and slowly- sucking gently on his bottom lip, before leaving his lips to trail kisses along his jawline and down to the hollow of his throat. He had finally gotten the idea that talking was definately not warrented...the only sounds that escaped his lips were soft murmurs of approval and encouragement. I let my hands learn the shape of him, almost as if to reassure myself that he was really here, really *real*. I trailed kisses down his chest, teasing first one nipple and then the next with the tip of my tongue, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh. He moaned audibly, obviously as lost in the moment as *I* was. There was no sweeter sound on earth.

Finally, I straddled him, tearing myself away from his heated flesh, forcing myself to prolong the moment even longer. I took one of his hands, and kissed the palm- letting my tongue trace the lines for a moment, before moving to his wrist. I bit harder, but not enough to break the skin- simply enough to mottle the flesh. Gradually, I moved to the soft skin at the fold of his elbow, tracing the veins with my tongue, and nipping gently...this time, enough to draw a small amount of blood. Just a taste...but even that little bit was enough to seriously put my willpower to the test.

His moaning was louder now, his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed. He was delicious, the way that he writhed beneath me, utterly shameless. I lay down on him, covering his body with my own- the sensation of so much flesh against flesh heightening the experience even more. I nibbled on his earlobe, knowing that I couldn't possibly restrain myself much longer. Forcing myself to be still for a moment, I whispered into his ear, "Being wanted is more important than being needed...do you still want me, my angel?" His arms tightened around me, and he growled, his voice low and animalistic, "Yes."

I ran my hands through his hair again, carefully bending his head back, exposing the white column of his throat. Slowly and even more deliberately than before, I placed my lips there....hesitating for a moment, before I finally allowed my teeth to penetrate the skin. His body bucked beneath me, and I pressed against him more firmly, holding him to the bed.

Hot blood flowed into my mouth, running down my throat...and I felt myself convulse. My moaning mingled with his, our voices blending into one, drowning out the sound of the rain, outside. For one moment, the barrier that seperated us was gone. We were no longer the two seperate beings that we had become.....we were one. His thoughts ran through my mind, just as I was sure that mine ran through his...and once again, all that he was poured into me. Everything was pure emotion, and feeling....every nerve ending in my body was on fire.

All too soon it seemed, I pulled away, withdrawing my fangs from his throat. I kissed him, letting the last of his blood pass from my lips into his mouth, before I went back and licked at the remaining drops that still clung to his skin. I didn't move, instead, I rested my head on his shoulder, nuzzling his cheek affectionately.

Everything was suddenly fixed firmly in my mind. Need wasn't as important as I had once thought that it was. Being wanted was much more enjoyable, and necessary. As long as I was wanted, I knew that we would continue. Eternity would go on around us, and we would remain untouched- unaffected....but together. And after all, nothing else mattered.

March 10, 1998

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