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Review: The Whipping Boy by Fr333bird and beckybrit

The Whipping Boy by fr333bird and beckybrit

Summary: Edward and Seth are captured by the Volturi, but the experience brings them together in a way E never expected. This is ultimately a love story albeit a dark one. WARNINGS: contains graphic torture and some elements of sexual abuse. AU.

The Wipping Boy was written for the TwiKinkFest but it’s so much more than the kink it fulfils. It’s a surprising love story, borne out of despair and necessity, but nonetheless beautiful. The Whipping Boy takes place in an end-of-Breaking Dawn alternate universe where Bella was killed by the Volturi. The Volturi want Renesmee, but she is safely hidden away with Jake while Edward is on the run with Seth. Eventually the pair are captured by the Volturi and that’s when and where this story takes place.

Told in alternating points of view, The Whipping Boy shows the fresh hell that Edward and Seth are in while in captivity in the dungeons of Volterra. Upon capture, Marcus assesses the bond between Edward and Seth and uses it against them. The Volturi – Marcus, Jane and Demetri – try to get Edward to divulge Resnesmee’s location by whipping and beating Seth.

As the whip cuts through skin and muscle, Seth’s groans echo from the unforgiving stone that surrounds us. The sound of his pain is trapped within these ancient walls, deep in the bowels of Volterra.

I don’t want to watch, but I can’t look away. I feel that I owe it to Seth to witness what they’re doing to him.

I watch helplessly as Marcus brings the whip viciously down on Seth’s naked, shackled body. “Tell us where she is Edward, and I will stop torturing your pet.” His voice is cold and devoid of emotion.

I wouldn’t even call whipping the kink in this one, and maybe that’s the way the original prompter meant it. The kink in this, to me, is the healing, Seth’s pain, both physical and mental, and the gaping wounds of Edward’s loss. The pair find strength and reason in each other, need each other more than they could have anticipated.

I welcome the marks that I know he’s going to leave on my skin. They’ll fade soon enough, but not before erasing every other mark that’s come before them.

Fr333bird and beckybrit do a fantastic job with the imagery and emotion in this story. I can see the unforgiving stone walls of Volterra, Seth’s wrists, raw from the shackles, blood running down his back as he is being tortured. I can feel Edward being torn apart with guilt and loss and longing. But more importantly, the safety and peace they find with each other is obvious.

This was a great story, and I thank whoever left the prompt at the KinkFest for dropping this little nugget of a plot bunny into the brains of these two authors.

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Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Pack Slash, Reviews

 

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VampSlash Roundup in the TwiKinkFest

The TwiKinkFest is “officially” complete, but there are still unclaimed prompts that are just begging to be written, many of which are vampslash prompts. Visit the tumblr blog for rules and procedures, and then check out the spreadsheet to see what’s left.

Without further ado, VampSlash in the TwiKinkFest! (NOTE: asterisks [**] denote fics added to this list since the last update.)

Bareback Mountain by Fr333bird
Pairing: Felix/Emmett
Word Count: 3,601
Summary: Felix and Emmett have always longed for someone of equal size and strength to spar with. They meet secretly once a year to give in to their basest urges, hunting and fighting. This year one thing leads to another.
Prompt: Vampslash! Felix and Emmeett have both longed for years for someone of equal size and strength to spar with. Despite the fact that their covens are at odds, they meet secretly once a year to give in to their basest urges – hunting and fighting. This time around, their wrestling becomes heated and sexy and turns into hot vampy fucking. Bonus points for unexpected tenderness mid-fuck and bloodplay.
My thoughts: Emmett? Check. Vamp hunting? Check. Hot vampy fucking? Check. Bottom!Emmett? I’m fucking dead.

**Body, remember by rhythm junkie
Pairing: Demetri/Mike
Word Count: 4,902
Summary: [see prompt]
Prompt: Marking with bruises. Slash, any pairing except Edward/Jasper, vamp/human. For example, vamp Garrett loves to grip boyfriend Mike’s wrists/throat/other body part a little too tightly, feeling the blood pool and watching it form a bruise under delicate human skin. I’d like this to be completely consensual and enjoyed by both men. No heavy pain play or D/s themes please.
My thoughts: This one wasn’t at all what I expected, but it exceeded any expectation I had. Something that stuck with me was the way the author was somehow able to evoke the senses – as I said in my review to her, I feel like I felt this story, rather than read it.

**Crescent Moon by dellaterra
Pairing: Jasper/?
Word Count: 6,787
Summary: The first bite was unintended… A very AU tale of what happened after Jasper’s escape from Maria, told from his rescuer’s POV. Rated M for M/M vamp slash, biting, and scarification. Written for the Twi Kink Fest. Read warning first.
Prompt: Jasper’s scars cover his body. His mate (slash pairing) wants to love on his scars, claim his scars, so they become representative of something beautiful. Biting them to create new scars is totally acceptable. Mate can be any vamp but preferably not Edward.
My thoughts: In the interest of full disclosure, this was one of my prompts, so I’ll try to tone down the squeeing. I will say, however, that this filled the prompt better than I could possibly have imagined. dellaterra took the prompt and put a very real, very beautiful story behind it. The story is told in first person POV and we don’t find out the speaker until the very end, but that’s okay because it’s Jasper’s story. Please do read the warning, I admit to a little bit of squick at one point, but it was an absolutely wonderful story and you’re doing a disservice to yourself if you don’t read it.

**Do or Die by vampireisthenewblack
Pairing: Edward/Carlisle
Word Count: 4,733
Summary: For the Twilight Kink Fest. Prompt: Fuck or Die. NM AU. Edward/Carlisle. Vampslash. NC-17.
Prompt: Fuck or Die, Edward. I don’t care how it happens. Maybe an evil vampire injects E w/vampire semen and the result is that he needs vamp semen to survive, needs it daily, worse than blood. Without it he’s weak, in pain…dying. He can take it orally or anally. Craves it all ways. As long as he gets enough he’s stable. Any vamp can satisfy him but I’d like to see Jasper or C or Em even claim/demand the sole responsibility for keeping E alive.
My thoughts: Like just about anything vampireisthenewblack writes, this is angsty but delicious. It features a painfully broken Edward for whom you can’t help feeling sorry. I won’t spoil it, but my favorite bit is at the very end where we see a beautifully protective side of Carlisle that will make any Carlward shipper’s heart happy.

**End Game by ArcadianMaggie
Pairing: Emmett/Jasper/Mike
Word Count: 6,225
Summary: The next time Mike enters the locker room after practice, the sound of running water is enough to make him burn. He knows Emmett’s just on the other side of that wall. Written for the Kink Fest. PWP. Slash. Mature content.
Prompt: Double penetration. M/M/M. At least one vamp, though I’d prefer the guy getting penetrated be human. Emmett comes to mind as a penetrator, but that’s not necessarily a requirement. And I wouldn’t be opposed to two vamps doing the penetration of one human. Not at all…
My thoughts: This was another of my prompts in the kinkfest and I was thrilled that ArcadianMaggie picked it up, and then doubly thrilled with how she wrote it. The building sexual tension is palpable (thank God for Jasper!) and the little ways in which Jasper and Emmett entice Mike into a sexual liaison were absolutely delicious. This fic is exactly what the prompt asked for and is perfect for it. Just remember that this is, in fact, a vampslash story.

For A Pack of His Own by anon
Pairing: Jacob/Sam/Paul
Word Count: ~1,300
Summary: [see prompt]
Prompt: In order to establish his status as alpha, Jacob forces his pack to submit to him. Sam immediately offers himself on all fours and this is where Jake starts. Each pack member reacts differently. Paul refuses to submit and is forced after a fight in human form. Bonus for bloody nose and mouth. Double bonus if Paul sucks Jake’s cock while bleeding. Jake should hold Paul down the whole time, telling him that he will submit.
My thoughts: Short, well-done, and fills the prompt perfectly. As a warning, this falls pretty solidly into the non-con category. So take that as your warning if that’s a hard limit for you.

**My Wolf by CherBella
Pairing: Carlisle/Sam
Word Count: 10,251
Summary:
 TwiKinkFest story: To Look Into Their Eyes Forever Imprints Your Heart, To Hear Their Howls Forever Marks Your Soul, To Connect With Them Forever Bonds Your Spirits… Two lonely enemies destined to be together.
Prompt: I want first time animalistic outdoor sex, vamp or wolf or vamp/wolf with trees breaking, boulders cracking, etc. Could be after a fight or a tragic loss. High emotion fueling primal need with no thought to the destruction, complete letting go & unleashing of strength. Preferred pairings Edward/Jacob, Edward/Seth, but any pairing is fine, het & femme included!
My thoughts: Carlisle moves to Forks sans family and a few days later Sam shows up as his neighbor. Carlisle regularly goes running, both to clear his head and to hunt, and soon a wolf is matching his strides in the forest. Carlisle is remarkably unintuitive when it comes to these two things, but it appears that Sam’s his singer, so he must be forgiven. This fic features voyeur!Carlisle AND bottom!Carlisle, neither of which are versions of Carlisle I think we see enough of. And the fist time animalistic outdoor sex? Yum.

No Consequence by beckybrit
Pairing: Alec/Jane
Word Count: 5,094
Summary: To combat boredom, Alec and Jane toy with their victims before feasting on them. Warning: M/M/F scenes, incest and main character death/torture.
Prompt: Pain play & possible twincest. To combat boredom, Alec and Jane toy with their victims before feasting on them. I’m thinking a good cop (Alec)/bad cop (Jane) scenario. I’ll leave it up to the author to determine how sexual things get, but I’m open to pretty much anything, including a threesome (or moresome) involving twincest.
My thoughts: Um… *squirms*… so apparently I enjoy twincest. Or perhaps it was the bloodplay and the treatment of vampires like they’re actually vampires and enjoy the taste of blood. Whatever it was, this whole story really worked for me. Though I admit a moment of heartclench when beckybrit revealed Alec and Jane’s plaything. Still, it really worked.

Pack Bonding by Fr333bird
Pairing: Seth/Sam
Word Count: 4,285
Summary: Seth is new to the pack and has to take part in a rite of passage. Contains explicit sex acts with more than one partner, a little dub-con at first. Unashamedly kinky but also kind of sweet. Seth/wolfpack. [Warnings: dub-con at first. Voyeur Leah only – no incest.]
Prompt: Wolfpack gang bang with Seth on the receiving ed. Bonus points if it’s part of a rite of passage within the pack. Prefer human form and slash only, but it’s okay if Leah gets in on the action, too. Dub-con okay if author feels it necessary to get things started, but no non-con, please.
My thoughts: This could totally be canon. A wonderfully twisted canon that would never have crossed Stephenie Meyer’s mind, but canon nonetheless. Seth was totally in character – trusting, open, caring – and I absolutely buy this as a pack initiation.

**Passion Flower by SqueakyZorro
Pairing: Carlisle/Aro
Word Count: 3,544
Summary: [see prompt]
Prompt: Aro has been trying to seduce Carlisle since he arrived in Volterra. He’s even had Chelsea reinforce Carlisle’s bond with Aro. Yet Carlisle continues to resist, as Aro is mated. Aro eventually resorts to placing a plant in C’s room, its pollen rumored to incite uncontrollable lust when in bloom. sex!pollen
My thoughts: I think the verbal ‘foreplay’ that Carlisle and Aro inevitably engage in whenever they’re together, sexually or not, is my favorite part, and this doesn’t disappoint. Oh, the sex is pretty hot, too. 😉

Prey by kgq
Pairing: Edward/James
Word Count: 3,836
Summary: [see prompt]
Prompt: I’d like to read some bloodlapping in vampslash preferably but het would do too. During sex or in a non-sexual situation, but with hidden or clear sexual context. Please.
My thoughts: This was a little hard for me to follow at times, but I absolutely love the premise. And as much as James is a sadistic dick in the original, I kind of love the Edward/James pairing. And (final “and”, I promise) the bloodlapping in this? Jesus. Dead.

Red Strawberries by Miss Dare
Pairing: Edward/Jasper
Word Count: 4,677
Summary: Edward loves how pretty Jasper looks wearing mascara. But that’s only the start of it.
Prompt: Ooh, some forced feminization with Jasper/Edward pairing please. There’s so little of this out there but what there is I’ve loved.
My thoughts: Forced fem really isn’t my thing, but this was very well done. I love the established, loving relationship, and the rimming – UNF – the rimming was top notch.

Pairing: Edward/Jasper
Word Count: 3,846
Summary: [see prompt]
Prompt: Edward and Jasper want to help Carlisle overcome his shame for homosexual urges which he can barely admit to himself. They fuck in increasingly filthy ways when they know he’s near, until Carlisle can’t help hiimself and jacks off while watching. Vamp preferred.
My thoughts: If the prompt doesn’t entice you to read this, I don’t know what will. Quasi-accidental voyeur!Carlisle, and kinda exhibitionist Ed/Jas. Delicious.

**The Man You Make of Me by theladyingrey42
Pairing: Carlisle/Edward
Word Count: 4,391
Summary: “He was all long limbs and soft lips, hair the color of walnut set to flame. Even polluted with disease, his blood smelled sweet. Like he was meant for me. Made for me. And so I took him.” ExC, vampslash. For the TwiKinkFest.
Prompt: Carlisle/Edward. I want a possessive Carlisle. In character, he’s the voice of reason all the time, but when it comes to Edward, don’t cross him. Claiming Edward of some sort. I’d prefer Vamp/Vamp, but any works. Marks from the “claiming”. Bareback. Maybe Edward has been flirting, trying to push Carlisle. Please!
My thoughts: This is exactly everything that vampslash Carlward should be. It’s possessive and needy and vampy and violent and perfectly lovely. Seriously. Stop reading this right here and go read the story. Now. I’ll even give you an extra link to it. Go.

The Thought That Counts by RaindropSoup
Pairing: Edward/Alec/Caius
Word Count: 5,647
Summary: Mindreading is not only an overwhelming ability but also a sixth sense, and the gift of sensory deprivation might just be a condemning Godsend. Post-BD.
Prompt: Edward/Alec vampy-bondagey thing… Alec uses his gift to cut off Edward’s senses, plunging (heh!) him into a stage of sensory deprivation – except for the pleasure Alec wants to give him, of course. Maybe he invites others to participate as well – and it’s the writer’s choice as to whether Edward can still red the minds of whoever is involved.
My thoughts: Edward + Alec + Caius + Demetri. Seriously? Volturi vampfic always gets me going, and the author does a great job with her first slash fic. I do wonder what got Edward to this point after the events in BD…

The Whipping Boy by Fr333bird and beckybrit
Pairing:
 Edward/Seth
Word Count: 10,949
Summary:  Edward and Seth are captured by the Volturi, but the experience brings them together in a way E never expected. This is ultimately a love story, albeit a dark one. WARNINGS: contains graphic torture and some elements of sexual abuse.
Prompt: The Whipping Boy. AU, Wolf/Vamp Slash. Ed and Seth are captured by the Volturi. Seth is tortured whenever Edward refuses to obey an order. Graphic torture (remember shifter’s rapid healing) and hurt/comfort sex between Ed/Seth. Feel free to include sexy Dom/sub action with a male Volturi (Marcus please), but Ed and Seth should be the focus of the fic. HEA not required, but love would be appreciated.
My Thoughts: This one really took me by surprise. Whipping is not a kink of mine, but this doesn’t really treat whipping as a kink. The authors handle the subject matter beautifully, and the relationship between Seth and Edward is real and believable. Takes place in a BD AU where Bella was killed in the non-battle at the end of the book.

The White Dress by avioleta
Pairing: Carlisle/Edward
Word Count: 5,599
Summary: “When he wears the white dress, Carlisle knows he will have to touch him.”
Prompt: Cross-dressing, slash, vamp E/C. It starts off with Carlisle and Edward trying to hide their relationship from an unforgiving society, but it turns out to be so much more. Edward grows to love wearing the pretty dresses and silky lingerie. He loves getting dressed up for Carlisle, and being ‘Esme, the perfect wife’. He loves getting bent over the table with his skirt pushed up, and Carlisle’s cock in his ass.”
My thoughts: Cross-dressing is not really my kink (though it’s growing on me), but fuck if this didn’t kill me. avioleta writes E/C absolutely perfectly, and she does a brilliant job of putting Edward comfortably in a dress. (For other reference, please read A Cinderella Story, not vampslash but one of my all-time favorites. And I will get everyone to read it if it’s the last thing I do!)

**Timeless by shoefreak37
Pairing: Demetri/Felix
Word Count: 4,013
Summary: While monitoring the newborn army in Seattle, Demetri and Felix find ways to indulge while also getting themselves fed. Entry for the Twilight Kink Fest. Takes place during Eclipse.
Prompt: Dubcon + possible bloodplay. Demitri/Felix + human(s). I’d like to see these vamps indulge in a bit of carnal delight before draining their next meal. Bloodplay a plus. Obviously dub-con, with the human(s) being so overwhelmed by their attraction to the vamps, they think they want it and are grateful to get it… Slash preferred, but a combination of slash/het okay too.
My thoughts: All I have to say about this is that it’s exactly – exactly – what I imagine Demetri and Felix are really like. It’s exactly how their relationship would work and exactly how two, centuries-old vampires would behave. And it is brilliant.

**To the Victor Go the Spoils by MarchHare5
Pairing: Carlisle/Jasper
Word Count: 9,731
Summary: When Carlisle’s coven of females is threatened by an interloper, Carlisle’s instincts run away with him as he teaches his rival a lesson he’ll never forget. Very OOC. Graphic. Heed warnings inside. For the TwiKinkFest.
Prompt: Vamp Carlisle is the leader of his coven (females only) New male rival, Jasper, threatens the balance and gets dominated and fucked into submission as he stumbles upon a hunting trip. Dirty bareback feral forced anal. The more feral the better!
My thoughts: Well, dirty bareback feral forced anal was the prompt, and this absolutely delivered. This is Carlisle as you’ve never seen him, and a sad, ruined Jasper. It displays a very different coven hierarchy and dynamic than we’re familiar with in the Twilight universe, but it works for this fic. Do be warned that there’s quite a bit of het in this, but since Carlisle and Jasper do have sex, it still counts as vampslash.

If you see any others that I’ve missed, or yours has been written and isn’t featured above, give me a holler!
 
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Posted by on December 5, 2011 in Fandom Events

 

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Halloween Fest: The Romantic

Author: vampireisthenewblack
Pairing/MC: Alec, Edward, Seth
Genre(s): slash, AU,
Wordcount: 3300
Prompt/recipient: #10
Rating: MA
Warnings: non-con
Summary: I will be punished when Aro finds out what I have lost for him, but I have served him well for centuries, and if I am lucky, I will escape with my life.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

The Romantic

It is a vampire—there’s no question about it—and it is perfectly still, as only our kind can be. But it is clear from the moss that has grown around the fingers where they clutch the wall behind it that it has been in just this position for a very long time.

Someone cares for it. There are marks where the moss and vines have been cleared away, ripped from the naked forearms. If it had not been attended to, this vampire would have been hidden in the growth that has covered every inch of this old house.

The house must have been very fine, once. Remnants of white paint peel away beneath the creeping ivy, and moss has devoured what once must have been a plush carpet beneath my feet. Moisture squishes away with every step I take.

But this vampire, this beautiful boy who stands flush with the dripping wall, eyes closed, face blank, the circles beneath his eyes darker than any I’ve ever seen, even on the most starved of vampires, is the only thing in the house that is not covered in the forest that is slowly reclaiming its rightful place.

I touch him, press my fingertips against his cheeks, his lips, and he is pliable beneath my fingers, yet he gives no sign that he is aware.

Our kind cannot die without the form we are in being completely destroyed, and so I can only surmise that this is some kind of sleep.

Or the closest thing to it.

If a vampire simply cannot feed, I wonder if this is what would happen. I’ve never heard of such a thing, and I have existed for centuries, serving as a member of the Volturi Guard since my change. Surely the Volturi would have heard of such a thing if it were possible.

I imagine what it would be like to have such a thing as sleep, to take myself out of the world for a year, a decade, a century. I smile at the prospect of leapfrogging through time, waking to find the world vastly changed.

Aro shall wish to see this.

“What do you say, strange, sleeping vampire? Will you wake if we move you?” I whisper as I lean up upon my toes and kiss the plump, pale lips.

I smell it before I hear it. It is just as Aro described: a thick, earthy, animal smell that makes me twist up my face in distaste, right before a heavy, rumbling growl erupts behind me.

~x~

I smile as I step away from the sleeping vampire. An enormous wolf—its great head hanging so low that we are eye to eye—approaches, stalks toward me.

“So you do exist,” I say, conversationally. “It’s always nice when you come so far to know that it hasn’t been for no reason.” I glance at the beauty who stands against the wall. “Though he would have been consolation enough, had you not shown yourself.”

The wolf growls again and leaps at me.

~x~

He’s quick, but not quick enough, and slides on the sodden floor as I turn, amused, after simply stepping out of the way of his attack.

“They say you are a vampire killer. Is it true that you are a man as well? That your form shifts? I’ve seen werewolves, and you are not one. Can you choose which body you inhabit?” I laugh. “I have so many questions. I apologise, for you can hardly answer as you are.”

The creature looks up at me, large, liquid eyes narrowing, and like a shimmering mirage, it changes. A man crouches on the floor, then stands tall.

And such a man. Large, made of muscle, as they say, and dark, delicious skin like the coat of the wolf itself. The man is naked, and I drink him in with my eyes.

“Vampires aren’t welcome on the peninsula.” His eyes are cold.

I laugh. “What about him?” I say as I look toward the sleeper against the wall.

“Edward hasn’t moved in fifty years,” the man whispers, and I detect a note of tenderness in his voice that he doesn’t attempt to hide. “And he was never a threat to my people.”

“Edward.” I try out the sound of the word as I return my focus to him. “Why does he not move? Do you know?”

“Grief.”

I think of Marcus, never speaking unless absolutely necessary, never moving unless required, never so much as shifting the expression on his face. “I think I understand. A lost love?” I turn to the man again. “Was it very tragic? Did his mate die, or was she claimed by another?”

The man stares at me in disbelief for a long moment, and then finally: “She married someone else. He never left the house afterward, except to hunt. Then she died. She was human; she just got old. He never moved again.”

I sigh happily. “Thank you.” I tip my head to the side and study the man. “You tend to him, but you are young. Who cared for him before you?”

The man lifts his chin. “I’m older than I look.”

“Tell me your name,” I say, as I move back to Edward and reach out to push my fingers through the unruly hair that is wet and full of slimy mosses.

The man knocks my hand away. He is strong and fast, even in this form, but not strong enough. I let him dissuade me and do not punish him by tearing off his hand.

“Don’t touch him.”

“Why not? Is he yours? He is a vampire, one of those you kill. Why do you care? Do you love him? Desire him? Hope that one day he will wake and you may claim him and heal his heart after his great loss? Vampires mate rarely, wolf. The loss of a mate is irrevocable. I’ve never seen one who has healed. Do you think an animal would be good enough—”

“Shut up,” the wolf says, as he shoves me back, away from Edward, pushing me across the room as I laugh.

I could stop him easily, I know, but I like him.

Then he becomes a wolf again and I must act quickly if I am not to find myself torn apart upon those massive teeth.

~x~

The creature whines. Like a blind, newborn pup searching for warmth and nourishment, it swings its head and rolls onto its side. It knows nothing, can feel nothing, therefore cannot threaten my life. Yet I am disappointed to have to take all sensation away from it.

Before my eyes the creature shifts from beast to man, and I wish I knew if it was a conscious attempt. Even if it was, I doubt very much that he is aware of its success. However, I am pleased that he has. This man has his own beauty, and such a creature must be explored.

I feel the heat of him before I touch his flesh. Hotter than human, and despite the stink of him that is surely a biological warning to my kind, I wonder what his blood would taste like. Would he taste human or wolf? Will the taste of him depend on his form?

Venom pools in my mouth at the thought of tasting him, but I swallow it back. There are far more interesting things I wish to do with this body before I taste him, and he is pliant now, prone, and will give no resistance. I push him onto his back, exposing him to me completely, and I touch him.

His body does not need conscious effort to respond to me. He cannot feel my touches, my gentle encouragement, but his body knows, and he hardens in my hands quickly. I apply my mouth to him, feeling the weight of his length, heavy on my tongue, and before long I am aroused enough to want more.

~x~

Slick with my venom, he slides into my body easily as I bear down upon him. He sighs in pleasure, and I know he cannot feel himself inside me, does not know where this pleasure comes from, only knows inside his mind, cut off from any outside senses, that he is euphoric. His body sends chemicals into his brain that make him cry out and writhe beneath me as I ride him.

He comes quickly without conscious effort to hold back, flooding my cold insides with hot fluid. I keep moving until he slips from me, and then I crawl up his lax body, pry his teeth apart and drive myself into that hot cavern and thrust into his face as I hold his head to me by his hair until I flood his mouth with my venom.

I turn him onto his side so he does not suffocate as he coughs, trying to breathe through the fluid in his throat.

~x~

It’s not the first time I’ve taken pleasure in one rendered incapable by my gift. I’ve satisfied myself with vampires and humans in similar ways. I leave the wolf-man on the stinking floor, my ejaculate leaking from the side of his mouth, and go back to Edward.

He still has not moved, though why I thought he might, I have no idea, nor mark to measure against. Is this like my gift, his lack of movement or response, or is it wholly different?

The garments he is clothed in are rotting away, and it is nothing for me to expose him to my hands. He is magnificent, even with the moss and insects that have been hidden from view by his clothing.

I wonder why his caretaker chose not to unclothe him and clean these parts that have been so neglected.

If there is a mind within this dormant vampire, it is buried deep. No matter how I coax him, simple arousal seems impossible.

“You think I haven’t tried that?”

I turn to see the wolf, the man, shaking off the last vestiges of my gift. He pushes up into a crouch, his eyes on mine, and he spits the last of my venom onto the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I expect anger, disgust. Instead, he is strangely nonchalant as he approaches. He looks down at me, seeming to appraise my naked form, and my body responds to his gaze.

He lifts his eyes back to mine. “How old are you?”

I lift my chin. “I have existed for centuries.”

The smirk on his face disarms me. “Not what I meant.” His hand comes to rest on my lower back, and slides further, over my naked backside. “How old were you when you were changed? Must have been young, huh?”

I gasp as his fingers slide down the cleft between my cheeks and press inside, slipping easily, lubricated by his own semen. “I have no memory of my human life, but I am told I was very young.”

“What’s your name, little vampire?” He pushes his fingers in further, and I lean forward, pressing my face against Edward’s chest.

“Alec,” I breathe.

“Hmmm. If you wanted me to fuck you, Alec, you should have just asked. Didn’t have to…do whatever you did to me.”

His breath is hot in my hair, his chest and thighs burn me as they press against my back, and his fingers thrust faster in and out of me. His arousal is evident as he presses against me from behind.

“Want me to fuck you again, Alec?” he hisses. “Did you like my cock in your ass? I know I fucked, but I don’t remember doing it. What is it you do? Take memories? Did you knock me out?”

“I take your senses…”

“I feel a little cheated, Alec.” He pulls his fingers from me and realigns himself, sliding his hard length between my cheeks. “How about I take what I missed out on, huh?”

“Yes,” I murmur. “Take me.”

“Sure you don’t like it better when I’m clueless? When I can’t do anything to stop you?”

I gasp and press back against him. “I only… I only take what no one will give me. Who would want this? This body?”

He stills. “No one wants to fuck you?”

I shake my head frantically as I push myself back against him.

He lowers himself, bending his knees, and drags the blunt head of his erection over my entrance until he pushes inside. “I’ve looked like this since I was fifteen years old,” he whispers into my ear. “You’ve looked fifteen for centuries. There’s something kinda perfect about it.” He pulls back, then thrusts hard, making my body rock against the sleeping vampire before me. With every thrust, the wolf lifts me off my feet, and I wrap my arms around Edward’s neck and hold on as the wolf fills me completely.

“I’ve done what you did to me,” the wolf grunts. “To Edward. For years I fucked him, hoping that one day he’d wake up. I didn’t care if he was pissed at me. I didn’t care if he killed me. I just wanted some kind of reaction.”

“You love him,” I gasp, against Edward’s throat.

“Always did, but he was with her, and then when she didn’t want him anymore, he still didn’t want me. And then when she was gone, he just stopped. He’s been like this ever since. He asked me to kill him, but I couldn’t do it. So I come here, and I keep the shit from growing on him, and I…”

“You take him like this.”

“He doesn’t even know what I’m doing. He never gets hard, never feels a thing. He’s dead.”

“He’s not dead.” A vampire cannot die, it can only be destroyed.

“He might as well be. I should have burned him, and this fucking house.”

The wolf says nothing more, only increases the pace and force of his thrusts until he gasps and floods me with warmth, and then collapses heavily against me. My face is pressed against the chest of the sleeping vampire, and I look up to see the wolf as he kisses the cold, unresponsive lips. Tears flow freely down his face and fall hot against my cheeks.

This is the true tragedy, I realise. Not the loss of Edward’s love, long ago. It is this, the love of a wolf for a vampire who could never return it.

I slide out from between the lovers and retrieve my clothing. I dress slowly, reluctant to finish what I came here to achieve, and yet I know it will be a kindness when I destroy this wolf and take the sleeping vampire away from here.

The wolf suddenly stiffens, pulling back to look down into the face of the sleeping vampire.

And then I see it, as he has felt it, an almost imperceptible movement. The lips, slowly part, the eyelids slowly open to reveal dull black irises.

“…kill…” the vampire breathes. “…will kill you…”

The wolf takes no notice of the words. He holds the vampire’s face in his hands, bends to look into his eyes. “Edward? Oh my god, Edward.” And then he kisses him, devouring the lips of the reawakened creature and swallowing any further words.

I laugh. “Can’t you see? He’s woken only to warn you of your death, and you will not let him speak?”

The wolf looks up at me, and then back down at the vampire in his arms. “Edward?”

With jerky movements, the vampire reaches up and takes the wolf’s face in his hands. “Seth?” he rasps. “Thirsty…”

“We’ll hunt,” says the wolf. “Like we used to, remember? I miss our hunts, Edward…”

“You…”

“Yeah, Edward? Tell me, love. Talk to me.”

The vampire seems to slump, his eyelids closing, his arms dropping to his sides as if exhausted. Then he peels away from the wall, leaving a man-shaped outline of moss and mildew, and falls to his hands and knees. It’s a weakness I’ve seen before in starved vampires—a punishment the Volturi will sometimes inflict on those they wish to suffer before their execution—but this is extreme. This vampire seems desperate to move and yet unable to do so. Utterly weak, unable even to hold up his own weight, he would likely be no match for a human of good strength. Then he slumps to the floor and is utterly still.

I have been sent to find the truth behind these tales of giant, vampire-killing wolves, and I have found it. I am charged with conveying the evidence back to Volterra. And if Aro knew about this sleeping vampire, he would want him as well.

Yet I find myself wishing to help these star-crossed lovers.

“He needs blood,” I say as I rush to Seth’s side and take his arm in my hand, swiftly opening the vein at his wrist with my fingernail.

The wolf cries out and struggles, but I hold the limb over Edward’s mouth, letting the flow of blood fall onto his tongue.

“No…I’ll get an animal…please…he’ll fucking kill me.”

“He just needs enough to wake, and then he can get his own. Besides, would you not give your life to save his?”

“He’s not gonna die?”

“You have no sense of romance,” I huff.

“You’re crazy.”

I look at the wolf and smirk. “Yes, I probably am. I just want to see him wake. I want to watch your happily ever after before I leave. I am likely certifiable. It could cost me my own life. Think about that.”

The wolf stares for a few moments, and then turns back to his vampire. He holds the bleeding wound over Edward’s open mouth until the flow eases, and then he sits back, the body of the vampire in his arms, stroking his putrid hair and kissing his bloodstained lips.

Then the vampire gasps, pulling air into his lungs in a rush. His eyes fly open and they are entirely black, the lack of blood leaching the colour out of even the white of the eye. He seeks out the source of the blood, grabbing the wrist of his wolf as if to bring it to his lips.

The wolf pulls away. “Edward, it’s me, Seth. You’re awake.”

The vampire tips his head to the side, peering closer at the wolf’s face. “Seth?”

The wolf nods and pulls Edward into his arms. “You’ve been asleep for so long…”

“Sleep? No, I can’t…”

I know it’s never going to happen for me. For one such as myself, changed too young, love is unobtainable. But this—knowing I have had some part in bringing together two for whom love has been elusive—warms my heart in a way I think perhaps love might feel. If I could feel it.

I meet Jane and Demetri and Felix outside the house. I smell human blood all over them and my throat burns.

“You missed a fine feast, brother,” Jane says. “Why did you not join us?”

“I was…exploring,” I say. “Did you do all right without me? I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience.”

“Not at all. We took them all in their sleep. The entire tribe. If any among them were the wolves we’ve heard so much about, they are no more.”

“Very well. Shall we go home?”

Jane leads the way, with Felix at her side. Demetri narrows his eyes as he passes me to walk ahead, but he says nothing.

They cannot see the secret smile that spreads across my face as I catch the fading scent of the wolf on my skin and imagine the lovers leaving that rotting house behind them.

I will be punished when Aro reads my mind and discovers what I have lost for him, but I have served him well for centuries, and if I am lucky, I will escape with my life. A little starvation I can survive, and it will be well worth it.

 
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Posted by on October 31, 2011 in Halloween Fest

 

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Review: Broken by OnTheTurningAway

Broken by OnTheTurningAway

Summary: On the night of Edward and Bella’s wedding, Seth learns there is no escaping a broken heart. Slash, Jacob/Seth, Canon. Rated M for explicit sexual content and angst – warnings inside. Written for the No Stress Love Fest.

For a first go at a vamp/wolf fiction, OnTheTurningAway wrote a beautiful one-shot. Don’t expect anything light or fluffy, though. The whole tale is heartbreaking, full of anguish, longing and unrequited love.

Seth loves Edward. Jacob loves Bella. But neither of them will get an happy ending as the ones they love just got married.

Jake’s pain was my pain. I knew what it was like to care so deeply about someone who could never feel the same in return. I knew how painful it was to want something so badly that it consumed my every thought, but to have to put on a brave face so no one would see how much I was hurting. Everyone saw me as happy-go-lucky Seth, but underneath it all, I was just like Jake. We both pined for something that would never be. I was just better at hiding it.

OnTheTurningAway does an amazing job at describing Seth’s emotions. The excitement upon discovering his sexual orientation and his first fantasies starring mainly Jake, to the overwhelming feeling of love he has for Edward, and the terrible pain it creates.

Jake was the first person I ever fantasized about, the first boy I ever wanted. He wasn’t my first love, though. That title was unfortunately owned by Edward Cullen.

OnTheTurningAway made a clear effort in respecting the universe created by Stephenie Meyer in Twilight, and it is a pleasure to dive into this One-Shot and feel like all of it could have really happened.

My paws thundered over familiar terrain as I chased after him, following his thoughts and scent. I found him where the woods met the cliffs and land dropped off to the sea. He was slumped next to a tree, his normally rich russet fur matted and lackluster even as rays of sun peeked through the clouds. Sensing my approach, he turned and snarled, snapping his powerful jaws in my direction.

The story is short, a bit less than 2000 words, but the plot flows perfectly, following Seth’s thoughts and needs to feel complete, if only for a few moments. His attempt doesn’t work unfortunately and the final anguish is even stronger, nearly visceral. OnTheTurningAway‘s words put the reader right there with Seth, agonizing and mourning a love that will never be.

Broken is a beautiful pack slash fiction, with a myriad of emotions that will leave you breathless and hungry for more. Definitely worth giving it a try.

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2011 in Pack Slash, Reviews

 

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