Marksmen (Weapons of Redemption 4)
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Copyright ©2013 Saloni Quinby
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Brayden stood near Ansley in a moonlit forest clearing. Both wore nothing but breeches, boots and quivers on their back.
They had been together for over two hundred years. The adventurous youths had grown up at sea, becoming strong men whose loyalty toward each other had never wavered. At the ages of twenty-nine and thirty, the vampire pirate had changed them, stealing their human lives and giving them the powers and the pain of blood drinkers.
Brayden watched the play of muscles in Ansley's lean torso as he pulled back his bow and fired. His arrow hit the target on a distant tree dead center.
As mortals they had been excellent shots, but with their vampiric powers, they were as accurate in darkness as in daylight. Although they were trained with firearms as well, they preferred the bow and arrow. It was a far more elegant weapon, requiring more athletic ability.
Brayden got hard just from watching Ansley practice.
Glancing at Brayden, Ansley grinned. "Your turn."
"Actually I think we could use a break." Brayden stepped closer to Ansley and cupped the back of his neck.
"Do you?" The smoldering look in Ansley's eyes sent a thrill of lust through Brayden.
He kissed Ansley. Hard.
Ansley wrapped an arm around Brayden's waist and tugged him closer, so that their hard chests and cocks pressed against each other. Their tongues thrust into each other's mouths.
When the kiss broke, Ansley's eyes practically glowed. They were so vampiric and beautiful, Brayden could spend hours just looking into his eyes.
Sometimes he did. At night on the ship, when they weren't on watch, they would sometimes stare at each other until they fell asleep. After so many decades together, they could share such intimacy without feeling strange. Their bond was the best thing in Brayden's life.
Brayden removed Ansley's quiver, letting his fingertips caress his lover's sinewy shoulder and arm as he did so. He stepped back only to shrug off his own quiver.
Ansley grasped Brayden's waist and tugged him close again, kissing him deeply. Sinking to his knees, he pushed down Brayden's breeches, revealing his stiff cock. He grasped the shaft and took the head into his mouth
Spreading his legs wider, he tangled his fingers in Ansley's thick, wavy hair and groaned. His lover's warm, wet mouth teased him. The tip of his tongue flicked the underside of Brayden's cock head. That wonderful yet frustrating feeling almost overcame him as Ansley pushed him closer and closer to his climax.
Before Ansley went too far, Brayden pushed him away. Panting, he dropped to his knees and kissed Ansley's mouth. Their tongues thrust against each other. Moaning, they ran their hands over each other's bodies.
"Fuck me, Bray," Ansley murmured between kisses.
"Anything you want, love." Brayden took Ansley's face in his hands and gave him another thorough kiss, pushing him onto his back...
Ansley rolled back slightly and Brayden shifted his hips. The tip of his cock pressed against Ansley's tight sphincter.
Their gazes locked as he thrust into Ansley, whose grip tightened almost painfully on Brayden's shoulders.
The forest faded and they were surrounded by blackness. Their panting breaths echoed in the dark place. Sweat beaded on their straining bodies. The sensations coursing through Brayden were far too real to be a dream.
"Ansley, I'm with you, aren't I?"
"You can't stay." Pain glistened in Ansley's beautiful blue eyes.
"Tell me where you are and I'll come for you."
"I love you, Ans. I need you."
"I love you too. That's why you have to learn to live without me. For my sake and for the others. Accept it, my love." Ansley's voice faded.
Just as Brayden came, Ansley disappeared.
* * *
Brayden awoke with a start, his pulse racing, his breath rasping and his stomach and chest slick with come. His cock still tingled in the aftermath of the dream, just as his heart ached with unspeakable sadness.
Tears streamed from his eyes and he roughly wiped them away. He sat up and gazed at the empty space beside him on the bed. The space where Ansley should be.
* * *
Brayden stood near the balcony in the master bedroom of his and Ansley's East Coast mansion. They had made their home headquarters for the Weapons of Redemption. With their close friends Bryce, Guy and Rule, they had formed the brotherhood after escaping one hundred fifty years ago from the vampire pirate who had abducted them.
Tarun, a cruel, manipulative monster, had stolen countless lives over the centuries--either by outright killing or forcibly converting captives.
The five blood brothers had rebelled against him. After many thwarted attempts to flee, they had managed to break away. Since then, they had sworn to use their powers to help other victims, but Tarun hadn't let them go easily. He tracked them and constantly interfered with their lives in an attempt to lure them back to his world.
During their most recent confrontation, Tarun had captured Ansley. Now the Weapons of Redemption were planning a rescue, but to Brayden they were taking too long. He wanted -- no, he needed his lover back.