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The Next Generation-Bound by Fate

(The Howloween Blog Hop is two post down.)     Szin's story
Szin wasn’t sure his knees would hold him up. Takeo’s snow white skin, so heavily muscled, that long black hair, and those red eyes… was there anything in the cosmos sexier than Takeo? Szin didn’t say a word as Takeo intertwined their fingers and helped him into the tub. The water was warm as it bubbled around his calves. Built-in jets churned the water. A slight smile graced Takeo’s lips, and Szin blushed.
Takeo kissed Szin’s knuckles then released his fingers. He sat, relaxed against the back of the tub, his legs spread and knees bent. He patted the water, inviting Szin to join him. As Szin knelt down, Takeo stopped him.
“Turn the other way. Rest against me.”
Takeo heard Szin catch his breath. He knew Szin had figured out that would mean turning his ass right toward him. Takeo didn’t say a word, just waited until Szin gathered his courage and turned. Unable to help himself, he lifted his hand and ran a finger over the swell of Szin’s ass. The skin was as soft as he imagined, but firm. He couldn’t wait to have his hands on that ass, spreading it open to see—what he was sure—was a sexy little hole. How delicious would Szin be riding on his dick? The though made his aching shaft even harder.
A startled squeak—a direct result of the touch— and Szin sat down quickly, the water splashing slightly at his sudden descent. Takeo’s wet hands landed on his shoulders, urging him back. He slid backward until he was settled against that wide, powerfully built chest of Takeo’s. The hard dick poking him in the lower back had him struggling to even out his breathing. He sat stiffly, every muscle in his body tight. When Takeo did nothing, Szin slowly relaxed against Takeo.
“Lean your head back, or you’ll end up with a crick sitting like that. I won’t bit.” Takeo laughed softly; the puff of warm air made Szin shiver. “Well, I do bite, but not yet. Not until I’m buried in your ass and you’re yelling in pleasure. Then I’ll bite. ”
“Oh God.” Szin shuddered in Takeo’s arms, the visual crashing through his mind.
Takeo snorted. “I’d prefer ‘Oh Takeo’.”
Takeo eased one hand up and nudged Szin’s head toward him. Once Szin gave in, he leaned forward just a little and captured Szin’s lips. The kiss was easy, a soft press of lips against each other, a sweet exchange of breath. Takeo kept the kiss light, nibbling at Szin’s lips as one of his hands rested against Szin’s throat.
Szin whimpered in Takeo’s mouth, the barely-there pressure against this throat inflaming him. Such strength gently used against him. His hands lay limp in the water, rising and falling according to the motion of the water bubbling around him from the jets in the tub. Takeo explored his mouth as his other hand caressed his chest. The touch was tender and soothing… and maddening. He wanted… what did he want? His hard-held belief that any relationship between them was wrong was wavering.
Takeo released Szin’s lip, then eased back until his mouth was against Szin’s ear. “Szin?”
Szin quivered at hot breath against his ear.  “Hmm?”
“Raise your hands behind my neck and lock your fingers together.”
Szin’s gut clenched. What Takeo was asking would render him basically helpless. Could he do that? Did he want to do that? The surge in his dick said he did. The hot water had robbed his shaft of some of its hardness, but Takeo’s words had stirred him all over again.
“You can do it, Szin,” Takeo whispered.
A sharp burst of pleasure raced up his spine. Fuck, just fuck. He raised his arms from the water, and clasped his hands behind Takeo’s neck. Who was he kidding? He’d been dreaming of this for years—even before Takeo had bought that damn magazine over, years ago.
“Good.”
Takeo reached for the soap and lathered up. His hands roamed Szin’s chest, washing and caressing. He flicked hard nipples then moved on to another section of skin, his hands never staying in one spot for long. He ran his soapy hands up Szin’s arms, then down his sides. Bubbles floated in the water as he washed every inch of skin he could reach. An occasional moan or soft sigh greeted Takeo as he rinsed the suds off Szin.
Szin closed his eyes, his mind fogged with pleasure, as his body was teased. Then Takeo’s legs shifted under his, drawing him out of his little pleasure-filled world. Szin found his legs on top of Takeo’s. Oh God, he was being spread open. He tensed again as Takeo’s hands dipped lower, trailing down his chest toward his stomach. God, no sooner than he relaxed, Takeo did something that racketed up his nerves all over. This sexual rollercoaster was driving him nuts. Then he gasped loudly when Takeo fisted his erection that bobbed in the water.
“Takeo…” Szin felt the blush that heated his cheeks at the way he moaned Takeo’s name.
“Do you remember that night at the srab? It was right before you turned eighteen.” Takeo pumped Szin’s cock. “You planned to find someone and give your virginity away. Remember?”
“Y-yes.” Szin fought to keep still in Takeo’s arms. He actually remembered more of that night than either Raiden or Takeo knew.
“I stopped you from giving away what is mine.” Takeo rubbed his fangs against Szin’s neck as he jacked Szin’s cock. “I caught you outside. You were drunk—do you remember that?”
“I… ah… I… oh my God…” Szin jerked when Takeo’s thumb teased the opening in his cock. If Takeo didn’t stop that, he was going to come.
Takeo’s forked tongue slithered out and tested the air.  “Yah, you do, don’t you?”
“I-I-I… some of it.” Szin’s body danced as Takeo’s hands and words pushed him closer to coming.
“I blew you that night, Szin. Had you come down my throat. I want that again… want your taste on my tongue. Tell me you want that too.”
“I…”
Takeo leaned forward just enough he could get to…
“Shit!”Szin arched against Takeo’s chest as his hole was rubbed. “Yes, yes… I want your mouth on me! Please, Takeo!”
Takeo had Szin out of the water, dried, and the tub drained before Szin knew what was happening. The primitive side of him wanted to carry Szin to the bedroom and throw his mate on the bed… but he didn’t. Szin was already self-conscious about the difference in their strength. Maybe one day he could, but not today. Instead, he grabbed Szin’s hand and led him. Gently he urged Szin onto the bed, instead of throwing him like he wanted. His reward was Szin lying on the bed—no fighting, no arguing… just beautiful submission. He fervently wanted to cuff Szin, but he resisted. Baby steps were needed, for now. Tonight, at least. For the next couple of hours, at most. Gods.
He lay down opposite Szin, his head near Szin’s groin. He prayed to the Onfre gods, the Ta’Narians gods—hell, he’d throw an Earthling god in for good measure… if only Szin would copy what he was about to do. Takeo heard a muffled gasp then warm lips closed over his cock, and Takeo thanked whatever god happened to be listening.
Szin didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing, but he was certainly enthusiastic. Takeo swallowed Szin’s cock and moaned around the shaft in his mouth as Szin copied his movements. Not happy with the arrangement, he pulled Szin on top of him. The startled gasp around his shaft nearly pushed him over the edge, but he fought his orgasm back.  He slipped his finger in his mouth, wetting it. With Szin occupied with his cock, now was a good time to do a little exploring.
Szin jerked in shock was a wet finger rubbed against his hole. He stiffed, and raised his head. All words were trapped in his throat when Takeo eased the tip of his finger inside his ass. Shivers racked his body as the burn of penetration hit him. Then Takeo curled that long finger and brushed something inside him. Shock waves of pleasure robbed him of words and thoughts. But that was nothing compared to the sharp hit to his ass that send the pleasure soaring out of control. His toes actually curled.
Takeo released Szin’s dick. “Don’t stop.” When nothing happened, he smacked Szin’s ass again. The moan from above him was pure pleasure. “Szin…”
Frantic sucking cut the rest of his sentence off. With a knowing grin, Takeo rubbed Szin’s hot spot. Szin’s body shook and trembled above him, muffled whimpers floated around them. Takeo let his fangs rub against Szin’s dick, and that was it… Takeo’s mouth was flooded with the slightly salty taste of Szin’s seed. Now that Szin had come, he released the strangle hold on his orgasm.
Szin sucked furiously as Takeo came too. The taste was salty, with just a hint of… it damn sure tasted like lime. His head spun. His body, now relaxed, dropped down on top of Takeo, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Takeo rolled them so that Szin’s back was on the bed, and moved around until he could hold Szin in his arms. The stillness was broken by both their heavy breathing.
“Takeo?”
Takeo lifted Szin’s hair and nuzzled his neck. “Hmm?”
“Is it… is it always like that?”
“I’m not inexperienced, Szin. But I can tell you I’ve neverfelt anything like that before.”
Szin bit his lip. Why did the idea that Takeo had other lovers before him make him want to kill something? “Did they… did they…”
“They meant nothing to me. Only you, Szin, matter. But I refuse to do anything to you without first knowing how something would feel, or how it’s done correctly. You will be the one I bite, the one I claim as my mate. And I’ll never touch another male now that you’re here in my arms. I want no other. Never did, actually.”
“Oh…” Szin snuggled closer to the heat at his back. “I can’t share, Takeo.”
Takeo grinned. Did Szin realize what he just admitted to? “Neither can I. Now, go to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”
* * * *
The next morning Szin woke to an empty bed, and something that smelled wonderful. Stomach growling, Szin wondered what Takeo was cooking. After he found some of Takeo clothes that had draw string pants, he stumbled into the bathroom. Moments later he walked back to the bathroom … to furious voices coming from somewhere in the house. TBC~M

Guest post by Tali Spencer-Devil's Night Anthology

 Conquistadors and Amarus 
Thanks to M. for hosting me. She hasn’t been to Bolivia as far as I know, so I thought I’d share a small travelogue of my own experience and how one of my stories came about. 
During my time in Bolivia and Peru, I grew to know a great deal about the history of the region. My husband’s father and uncles would regale me with tales of Incas and Spaniards, all of whom they referred to by name just as my family in the States would talk about Franklin, Lincoln and Lewis and Clark. My nights were filled with stories about Manco Capac and how the Incas created their empire, Pizarro’s conquest, de Orellana’s journey down the Amazonas, the riches of Potosi, and Tupac Amaru’s indigenous rebellion. According to the men, the lost gold of the Incas was possibly hidden somewhere on the mountain that was the family hacienda, buried in some Inca ruins there. The hacienda had come to the family through a conquistador ancestor. 
Over several months, I compiled quite a lot of tales—some amusing, some terrifying, and many so fantastical they compelled my imagination. The women and Aymara maids (every family of means had one or more indigenous servants) told me some of the more amazing stories. In particular was my mother-in-law, a woman whose intelligence and humor I appreciate more with every passing year. She was part-Aymara and once she knew I was interested in the tales of her people, she opened up like a book. One day while we went to market in La Paz she directed me to look across the plaza at the Church of San Francisco.  
“That church,” she said, “is built on an Inca temple. See the street? Those are the stones of the temple. There was a river here. It’s underground now. The river had gold because it was home to an amaru. The Spanish destroyed the temple and in a few years the river had no more gold.”
    And so I was introduced to the concept of the amaru, which came to play a role in one of my stories. So did something else she told me about the church. The church’s Inca foundation and origin as a holy place to the indigenous people meant they continued to revere it as their church for many more centuries. My mother-in-law pointed out the carvings on the church exterior and how pagan they were. She told me how snakes infested the bell tower and people believed someday the snakes would escape to herald the return of the Inca. The amaru, I learned, was an entity of life, strength, wisdom, and power. It was associated with rivers and considered a bringer of change, both destructive and beneficent. The Andean creator god Viracocha holds two staffs: thunderbolts in one hand and a serpent in the other. Power and an amaru—the capacity to bring about change.
My mother-in-law was a good Catholic and didn’t worship other gods. She did, however, believe that this church, San Francisco, was just a bit more holy than other churches—and that the most holy of all was the Basilica of the the Virgin of Copacabana. That church is located on an island in Lake Titicaca where, not coincidentally, Viracocha created the Sun and the Moon. The Incas claimed descent from the Sun.
The conquistadors conquered the Inca Empire. They never fully eradicated the pagan religion of the natives. The old ways live on in Virgins who overshadow Christ and are dressed in bejeweled gowns that would look at home on Inca princesses. Old beliefs live on in traditions like pouring a few drops of drink on the ground to honor Pachamama, or asking Pachamama’s blessing before building a house. The three main laws of the Incas are still spoken aloud and held to be the Golden Rule: Ama Sua. Ama Llulla. Ama Quella. Don’t steal. Don’t lie. Don’t be lazy.  
When I wrote “The Seventh Sacrifice” for the Devil’s Night anthology, I wanted to bring readers into this world I love. “The Seventh Sacrifice” depicts a collision of cultures, sex, and fate: In modern day La Paz, a young Spaniard hell-bent on revenge is attracted to a native sorcerer determined to break a centuries old curse. Seems there’s a church in the way….
Excerpt: “The Seventh Sacrifice”
Two stone steps flanked by tables of packaged, prefabricated charms led to the narrow hole-in-the-wall that constituted a store.  Every spare millimeter of space was packed with arcane objects.  Fully furred llama fetuses with huge, black eyes and grimacing teeth hung from a pole over the doorway, while more of the same—mummified and without fur—lay piled in baskets.  The dried husks of armadillos, toads, and starfish held sway among racks of cheap beads, brass bells, and trays of colored powders.  Beltran hoped the powders were herbs, but at least one looked like dried blood, and he knew the others could be anything from antlers to hooves, teeth, or bones.
But what caught his eye next, and took away his already scanty breath, was the man sitting on a stool just inside the doorway.  Black hair, straight and shining, framed a brown face with strong features and high cheekbones.  The heavy mane cascaded behind broad shoulders and a red poncho of alpaca wool.  As the man rose to his feet, Beltran saw that he was taller than most native men, with a wiry, powerful frame.  The shopkeeper’s eyes commanded him most of all: deep and black, they locked onto his with a hunger so fierce, the compulsion in them made him quiver.
Holy Mother of God, Beltran thought, forcing himself to breathe normally.  Marisol never told me her shaman would be gorgeous!
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Howloween Blog Hop

Who says trick-or-treating is strictly for the kids?
Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! There are 270+ authors and tons of goodies to be won. So put on your costumes, PJs, or fanged teeth and go a knockin’ at each of the blogs below! Click on the link for a spooktacular time. *evil cackle*http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/  
STARTS:
Friday, October 26, 2012
ENDS:
Monday, October 29, 2012 @ midnight. 
Come in, come in! The drinks are over there-à
 



 ßAnd the food is over there!








Bruahhahahaha.  Welcome to my blog! Halloween is my favorite holiday, lol. Can you tell? So, in horror *snicker*  of Halloween I’m giving away a copy of any book from my backlist to three boo-rific winners. Here’s what you do…
Contest:
~Join my blog and make sure to let me know. :)


~Leave me a comment. Tell me what your favorite kind of candy you’d like to get as you trick or treat through the blog hop. LOL
~Leave me an email address!! Please remember to do that. Without it, I can’t contact you!
I’ll announce the winners Tuesday evening by email and on here. Please respond to the email I send so I know I have the correct addy. Hope everyone has fun during the hop.

~M

In the Spotlight - Julie Lynn Hayes

 
   Hey everyone! Today I have Julie Lynn Hayes in the spotlight. I first met Julie months ago when she was the EIC for Nighttime Wishes.  Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky
you'll get by. 

Actor/director/composter Charlie Chaplin wrote the music for this song in 1936 for his film Modern Times. The lyrics weren’t added until 1954. In the film, Chaplin’s best known character, the Little Tramp, struggles to survive in a highly industrialized world. Although the film is ostensibly a comedy, it is also a commentary on the life of the common man, and the struggle faced by many people during the Great Depression. Even though by the time that the words were put to the melody, the Little Tramp had made his last film—The Great Dictator, in 1940—the message is one that was always taken to heart and displayed by the character throughout his career, displaying the dichotomy which existed within him. The tragedy within the comedy.
Not only is there a fine line between humor and drama, the same precarious balance exists between love and hate, life and death. And sometimes little to distinguish between them. Yes, Chaplin’s films are comedies, certainly on the surface, but dig a little deeper and what do you find? Much much more. Who can ever forget the scene in The Kid, when the orphaned boy whom the Tramp has taken under his wing and loved and cared for is being wrenched from his arms? He’s crying, the Tramp’s crying, it’s a heartbreaking moment.  Who didn’t cry?  I did. Or what about the tender love which the Tramp displayed for the poor flower girl in City Lights? How hard he fought to help her, and how much he loved her, never knowing if that love would be or could be returned?
What am I trying to say? Basically, you can’t have one without the other. Your character does not exist in a world solely composed of all comedy or all drama. all love or all hate. He or she has to have layers because in the real world, people are not one-note wonders. Successful characters need to be much more. You  can tell when a character doesn’t work—when his motives are unrealistic or his personality is too wooden.  When he’s too perfect to be real. That can be a definite fatal flaw to a story, one that is sure to make us close the book and not bother to finish. Sure, we like to write about our pretty boys, and how wonderful they are. But make them interesting – give them flaws, give them hobbies and interests (outside of sex, please!) Make them human, and make them believable.
Chaplin’s Little Tramp wasn’t necessarily much to look at—with his trademark bowler, tight coat, oversized shoes and cane, but you know what? He was instantly recognizable. Sure, your guy has abs and buns of steel, but so does every other hot hero on the block. Give yours something that makes him stand out in the crowd, in the line that’s vying to get all the readers’ attention. I think this is why vampires have their Achilles’ heels, the rules and regulations they must conform to, because otherwise they’re all powerful and where’s the challenge in that? The reader is going to remember what’s in your hero’s heart and soul a lot longer than what’s in his pants. Also, lots of sex doesn’t necessarily equate to a good story.
If you smile through your pain and sorrow 
Smile and maybe tomorrow 
You'll see the sun come shining through 
For you. 
Let’s take this a step further, shall we? If we make it too easy on our heroes, if everything comes easily to them because of their great beauty and gorgeous physique, then what are we reading about? Stories need conflict, so to satisfy the reading public, you have to torture your hero in some way. Give him obstacles to overcome, problems to solve, tragedies to survive. Make him human—even if he isn’t. He’ll thank you for it. After he gets over being mad.
Give them goals, give them dreams, give them something to live for. The path of life can be a rocky road, but it makes for better reading than the story of a person whose life gets handed to them on a silver platter.
In Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire, Fisher Roberts thinks he has his life laid out pretty well—he has a good job, he co-owns his own home, along with his best friend Hunter Long, he does the things that society says he should, and he’s good to his mother. What more could he want? Maybe to be honest with himself about how he feels about his best friend and about what he really wants out of his life?
His life starts to unravel at Halloween, a holiday that Fisher does not enjoy, but Hunter does. Fisher has promised to attend a Halloween party he has no wish to go to, his job may be in jeopardy, and Hunter is acting stranger than usual. At the party, Fisher learns something that potentially threatens to tear their relationship apartment for good.
And then things proceed to get weird.
Remember to make your characters multi-dimension. Give them personalities beneath their pretty faces. And throw some boulders in their paths when they’re skipping down them. You’ll be glad you did! 
Blurb: Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire
“Tis the night before Halloween, and Fisher Roberts wishes it was over, not being a fan of this or any other holiday.  But he tolerates it because his roommate/best friend Hunter Long takes a childish glee in all things Halloween.  And Fisher has a vested interest in keeping Hunter happy.  If only he could find the nerve to tell his childhood friend that he loves him, and has for a very long time.
Fisher thinks Hunter is carrying things a bit far this year, though.  First Hunter claims to be a vampire, and he just won’t let the silly joke go.  Then he forces Fisher to go to a costumed Halloween party which Fisher would rather avoid, especially when he realizes where it’s being held, and whose house it is. Things at Fisher’s job might just be going south, too, when he receives a mysterious summons to report to the editor’s office the next morning.  And then Fisher goes and does something stupid—like kissing Hunter!
Bad leads to worse when Fisher ends up at the Halloween party from Hell, and he learns something that threatens to destroy his and Hunter’s relationship forever.  Running from his fears, Fisher encounters a strange young man with an unusual resemblance to Leonardo di Caprio, who shows him things he never realized before, truths about his life and the people in it.
Can Fisher find his way back to Hunter, and can he find the courage to do what his heart wishes?
  Excerpt:  Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire

 “Did you know that Leonardo di Caprio is a vampire?”
            Fisher Roberts stopped in mid-chew of a mouthful of fibrous cereal to cast a wary, disbelieving glance at his best friend and roommate Hunter Long on the other side of the table.  Wary, because he wondered what in the world Hunter was going on about so early in the morning.  Disbelieving, because he only had so much time for breakfast before he had to get going to work, and he had a bad feeling that Hunter was trying to eat into that time.  Why he wanted to do that was beyond Fisher.  Of course, a lot of things about his roommate were beyond Fisher, despite the fact that they’d been friends since they were—well, too young to actually remember how long they’d known each other.  But for as long as Fisher could remember, he and Hunter had been best buddies.  And he’d learned over the years that, with Hunter, longevity did not equate to knowledge-ability, far from it.
            Now, Fisher could react in one of two ways.  He could ignore his roommate and keep eating.  Pretend he’d heard nothing.  But from past experience, that would only cause Hunter’s performance to escalate.  Which would entail taking more time to decipher what he was saying, and in the process make Fisher even later to work.   Or he could simply bow down to the inevitable and give in by asking him the question he was doubtless waiting to hear.  Even if it brought about that smug smirk he was so fond of wearing.
            Fisher finished chewing, swallowed, and managed not to roll his eyes as he reached for his juice to kill off what was left in the glass.  Waste not, want not.  “What do you mean?”
            Hunter Long might be six foot two and possessed of a body that many a male model would kill for—at least that’s what Fisher heard the girls who flocked around him say—with the palest of blue eyes that twinkled all the time, and a smile that could and did light up a room.  But honestly, he had the capacity to be an overgrown child at times, and this was one of those times.  Fisher chalked it up to it being that time of year.
            “Well,” Hunter replied, “look at him, going on forty, and he looks just like he did what, fifteen years ago?  It only stands to reason he must be a vampire.  They never age, you know.  I mean take a look at us.  We’re almost his age, but over the years we’ll grow up to be little old men and he’ll still be playing sweet baby-faced guys even when he’s collecting social security, know what I mean?”
            “There are no such things as vampires,” Fisher made his typical logical reply, “and just because it’s Halloween tomorrow night, and you’ve got the house all decorated for it, doesn’t mean you have to bring it to the table.  Know what I mean?”  He arched a no-nonsense brow at the other man.  This was not Fisher’s favorite time of year.  Neither was Christmas, come to think of it.  Or any other holiday.  Ironic that he should write articles for a living that meant he was forced to expound on such seasonal topics for Midwest Home and Fantasy, a regional online magazine with a growing fan-base, when he had no real interest in them himself, being a practical, no-nonsense kind of a guy.
            “I’m a vampire.” Hunter smiled, leaning across the table toward Fisher.  “Want to see my fangs?”
 Bio:  

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after.  

She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Silver Publishing and MuseitUp Publishing. 
 
My Links:My blog:  http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com
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Wednesday Briefs

*For this month my flashes will be about brothers. If that doesn’t appeal, you might want to skip this round. Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. Either the word prompts or pic prompts can be used.


The word prompts for this week are: "You make a better door than a window"

or use: spice, intense, cargo

or "Falling in love again is like..."

or use: secret, balance, radiation

or "Look into my eyes..."


I’m using “Look into my eyes...”


Choices #4
Relief flooded though Sandler and he wrapped his arms around Cooper’s shoulders. “That’s all I ask.”
“Come morning, you won’t be a virgin any longer.”
“Thank God.” Sandler, still flat on his back, grinned up as Cooper.
Cooper suddenly sat up, pulling Sandler with him. He stared into those sexy eyes of his brother’s—eyes so much like his own. “Are you absolutely sure?”
Sandler ran his fingers through Cooper’s hair. “I’m sure. You can stop asking me that, Cooper. I know what I want, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
Cooper caught Sandler’s fingers and, bringing them to his lips, nipped them. His mouth kicked up slightly when he heard Sandler soft gasp. Oh yeah, this was going to work out perfectly. “Okay then, stand up. We’re going to start this over and do it the right way. Go stand in the middle of the room. Don’t question me, either, just do what I say. Since you’re new to this I’ll explain what I’m doing.”
A flush spread through Sandler’s body, and his groin tightened at the change in his brother’s voice. How could a command get to him like this? He stood and walked to the middle of the room, not easy to do with a hard-on kicking between his legs.
Cooper sat on the edge of the bed, watching every move Sandler made. “Good. Now… kneel.”
Sandler dropped to his knees immediately, his breathing picking up as tremors ran through his body. Oh God, he was slightly scared, but this felt so right.
“Mmm, very nice.” Cooper was tempted to readjust his dick. Seeing his little brother before him on his knees was one of the sexist things he’d ever seen. Well, almost. If Sandler was naked and cuffed would’ve been better, but they’d get to that.
“Now put your hands behind your head and keep your eyes on the floor. Don’t lift them until I give you permission to look at me.”
Sandler didn’t hesitate. Even though his hands shook, he did what he was told.
“Excellent.” Cooper stood and walked around Sandler, using his foot to open Sandler’s legs a bit more. “Tell me what you’re feeling, pet.”
Sandler quivered.
“You like that name?” Cooper stopped in front of Sandler, his heart pounding with excitement. Oh yeah, Sandler was a natural.
“Yes,” Sandler whispered, eyes still on the floor. All he could see were those black biker boots.
Cooper grinned, the smile predatory. “I’m very glad—you’ll probably be hearing it a lot. Now, tell me what you’re feeling.”
Sandler opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “A little shaky, sorta nervous… excited. I can tell this could get uncomfortable after a while… and…” Sandler bit his lip. “I’m also afraid I’ll mess this up by doing something stupid.”
“You’re learning, so making mistakes isn’t unusual. Just listen to what I tell you, pet.” Cooper ran his hand over Sandler’s hair. “You won’t mess this up. You couldn’t, little bro. We’ll learn together, okay.”
“Okay, yes.” Sandler wanted to look at Cooper, but he did what he was told and kept his eyes down. It was harder than he thought. Who knew? A few more minutes passed and he fought the need to squirm. What was Cooper doing? Just staring at him?
“Sandler, look up… look into my eyes.” Cooper nudged Sandler’s chin up.
Sandler raised his head and… wow, the emotions that swirled in Cooper’s eyes left him breathless.
“You did good. Now, stand up.”
Sandler came to his feet gracefully, words backing up in his throat.
“One more thing—and this is very important. Do you know what a safe word is?” Copper stepped closer to Sandler, close enough to brush his hard bulge against the one Sandler sported.
“Um, not really; but I can kinda guess.” Sandler wanted to reach for Cooper—to touch and taste, but he stayed where he was. Cooper had said this was important.
“No, no guessing with something like this. A safe word is a word or words used for your protection. If you need to slow down, or even stop, you use your safe word. This is how I know you’re serious. Understand so far?”
“Yeah.”
“We can either use ‘yellow’ for slow down and ‘red’ for stop, or you pick a word you wouldn’t normally use while we’re in a scene or having sex.” Cooper ran his finger down Sandler’s cheek. So smooth.
“Just any ole word? Like what?” Sandler was proud he could string together words to make a sentence.
“Anything. It could be something like ‘picture’, but either way, once those words are used things either slow down or halt until I find out what’s wrong or what you need. And Sandler, those are the only words to stop things.” Cooper’s fingers trailed behind Sandler’s’ neck, the touch feather light.
Sandler shivered. God, his neck so was sensitive. “Ah, what does that mean?”
“It means no matter how much you say no, or beg me to stop—plead for me to stop… I won’t. I won’t stop unless you use those words. That’s the point of them.” Cooper’s fingers threaded through Sandler’s hair.
“Oh… wow. I, ah… I, ah… think I like the yellow and red type words best. They’d be easy to remember.” Sandler swallowed hard as those fingers tightened more in his hair.
“Then there we go. Those are the words you use only if you need to slow down or stop. I won’t get mad if you use them, but I damn sure will be pissed if I find out you needed them and didn’t use them. Understand?” Cooper jerked Sandler’s head back, baring his throat.
“Y-yeah. Oh God, Cooper…” Sandler moaned as Cooper leaned closer, their lips inches apart. “I understand.”
“Thank fuck.” Cooper’s mouth crashed down on Sandler’s.
TBC. Make sure to drop by the other flashers. :)  


Lily Sawyer m/m Tali m/mNephylim m/mMichael Mandrake m/mCia Nordwell m/mMichael Barnette  m/m flash virgin!!!
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Julie Lynn Hayesm/m

Author in the Spotlight - Chris T. Kat

Hey everyone! Today for my author in the spotlight I'm highlighting Chris T. Kat, another DSP author I met through another DSP author, lol.



Title: Silver Lining



Publisher: Dreamspinner Press



Genre: Bittersweet Dreams, Ghosts/Spirits

 

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3240 

http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Lining-ebook/dp/B009GWI802/

  A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.     Blurb: Riley doesn’t understand why his relationship with Scott went downhill overnight. For weeks, he’s been trying to get the other man to talk to him, but Scott is distant—most of the time he just ignores Riley completely. It isn’t until a mutual acquaintance arrives at their home that Riley understands the pressure Scott has been under—and the danger they’re both in.    

The Harvest-The Next Generation

 Szin's story
Szin stood, trembling, in the bathroom. The lights were low, casting soft shadows around the room. Szin’s lips pressed tightly closed as Takeo’s hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. His thoughts whirled. He didn’t want to be gagged. Did he? No, he didn’t. Right? Oh God. Didn’t that spark all sorts of ideas?
Takeo faced Szin, and smoothed Szin’s shirt open. For a moment, he stared at Szin’s chest. “Just lovely. Nice and toned too. What pretty little nipples.”
Szin blushed under Takeo’s scrutiny, and his nipples hardened immediately. Szin tried to convince himself it was cool in the bathroom, which was why his nipples hardened, but that was a lie and he knew it. The room was warm and moist from the heat of the water filling the tub. Oh, he wasn’t cold, not by any means. No, he was slowly burning up and Takeo was the reason.
Takeo lifted his hand, his voice gentle. “Watch.”
Szin’s eyes followed the slow progression toward his chest. He gulped, his body shivering, yearning. Takeo’s hands were strong, firm, and covered in calluses. A warrior’s hand. What would those fingers feel like?
“That’s right, imagine my fingers twisting, pulling on that hard little nipple.” Takeo’s fingers hovered inches from a hard peak.
Szin’s chest heaved under Takeo’s fingers, his breathing rapid. Takeo hadn’t touched him yet and he sounded like he’d run five miles. Uphill, no less. If Takeo would just shut the hell up he might be able to… okay, probably not. Just being this close to Takeo had the blood rushing through his veins. Oh fuck, could Takeo smell his desire? He fought against leaning into that waiting touch. Oh, he wanted...
“I wonder… will the sensations from your nipples arrow straight to your cock? Cause a sweet ache in your belly?” One finger landed on Szin’s chest, right above where Szin was desperate to be touched, and his voice dropped. “Make you need?”
Szin gasped, the explosion of air surprised him as electricity shot through him. What was happening to him? Takeo hadn’t touched him and he was hard as Ta’Narian crystal.
“Mmm, you want to know, don’t you?” Takeo circled Szin’s nipple, drawing closer but not touching.
Szin closed his eyes, his body controlled by a simple digit. Fuck, he wanted to scream with frustration. Need bit him hard; desire wrapped around him, teasing him with what could be, if he’d just give in. How could one simple touch do this to him?
“Open your eyes, and see, Szin. Stop fighting. You can’t win, can’t deny this.” Takeo flicked the stiff peak. “We belong together. I want you, and you—my stubborn mate—want me. I needyou, Szin.”
“Oh God, oh God.” Szin’s eyes snapped opened and his lips trembled as he stared into those red eyes. Good God, the need was blatant, and it called to him on a deep, primitive level. How could he fight himself and Takeo?
Takeo’s other hand landed on his chest, and Szin finally broke… a low moaned slipped from him.
“That’s it. There you go.” Takeo’s fingers grasped Szin’s nipples, tugging gently. “Let me give you what you need, babe.”
“Takeo,” Szin whispered, his fists clenched at his sides. Pleasure, hot and sharp, headed straight for his cock. Oh, he… needed. 
“Yah, imagine these clamped. Think of the ache. It’ll feel so good, keep you on the edge.” Takeo pinched a nipple and Szin moaned again. “Like that little bite of pain, huh? Knew you would.”
“Oh…” Szin shuddered as the little twinge of pain mixed in with the pleasure. He couldn’t tell where one started and the other stopped. Both feelings blurred into one. Could Takeo make him come with just words? God, his cock was so hard.
“Time to remove that shirt.” Takeo released Szin’s reddened nipples and stepped around to the back of Szin.
Szin whimpered, a broken little gasp of denial as Takeo’s fingers released his nipples.
“Shhh, I’m right here. I have you.” Takeo hands rested on Szin’s shoulders. Slowly he slipped the soft shirt off Szin, letting the material caress Szin’s body as it slid down his body.
He ran his hands under Szin’s arms, caressing his chest as one hand drifted down to Szin’s belt while the other held Szin’s throat. Tilting Szin’s head back, he tightened his hand on Szin’s throat so he’d know to rest his head on Takeo’s shoulder. Takeo nibbled at Szin’s neck, fighting the impulse to sink his fangs into the soft skin. Soon, soon he’d claim his mate, sink his fangs deep and taste his blood on his lips. But not yet. Quickly, he undid Szin’s belt and pushed the pants down Szin’s slim hips.
“Kick your shoes off, Szin.”
Szin moaned helplessly, unable to get his body to move, to respond… and unsure if he should.
Takeo rubbed his fangs against Szin’s neck as he dipped his hand in Szin’s pants. A hard cock greeted him and he wrapped his hand around it. “Do it.”
Szin gasped out loud, his feet moving on their own, kicking off his shoes. The hand that palmed his cock was warm and insistent. Oh. Oh God, he was going to…
“Takeo! Oh shit, I’m going to—” Szin’s head thrashed back and forth on Takeo’s shoulder.
Takeo squeezed the base of Szin’s cock, hard. “No, you’re not. Not yet, and not until I say.”
Szin’s hands clamped on to Takeo’s arms as he arched in Takeo’s arms, his orgasm held back. His body screamed with need, and panting, he slumped in Takeo’s arms. “Oh… Gawd. That’s just so wrong.”
Takeo snorted softly. He released Szin and started the water for the bath. The mood was broken, which was just as well. He wanted to push Szin, but also prove to his mate what was between them wasn’t a fluke. And he wanted Szin to get comfortable around him, even as he drove Szin crazy with desire. He stripped, noticing Szin’s eyes glued to him. Szin’s skin was flushed, and his cock was still half hard. But more than that, Szin wasn’t hiding from him. Nerves still trickled off him, but he was calmer, more comfortable in his own skin.
And that was almost more important to him than making love to Szin. He knew damn good and well until Szin learned to accept himself, he’d struggle to accept Takeo. He’d keep pushing Szin until he saw that he wasn’t interested in Szin’s abilities, but in the man himself.
Once the water was ready, he stepped in the oversized tub and held his hand out to Szin. He needed Szin to come to him.
 Szin bit his lip… then took Takeo’s hand.TBC

Winner of Giveaway

And the winner is...
  
CASEY

Hey Casey! You're the winner of the Lust and Ice giveaway! I've sent you an email. :) Congrats! I hope you like the story.

~M


The next giveaway will be the Hallwoeen Blog up coming soon. This is a big one too, guys. Many folks take part in this one.

Six Sentence Sunday

Hey guys! I'm trying something new, lol. For my first Six Sentence Sunday this post is from Lust and Ice.  It's a M/M Dark Desires novella and out now from Razor's Edge Press, a Changeling Press LLC Imprint. Yes, this is one of my dark stories. :) And yes, lol, there's a HEA—of a sort. When dealing with a Prince of Hell things can get twisted. So, there's HEA... then there's this kind of HEA. LOL.Two more novella's spin off this book and the Bad Boys Club. In Lust and Ice you'll meet Kain's friends—Hugh, Jordan, and Allen—and they're as bad as Kain. Jordan and Allen's book will be next in the series.    
The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else? Buy link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1932
 
 A hand covered his phone, and Kain jumped at the tingle from skin to skin contact. Electricity raced up his arm and spread through his body. Taking a deep breath to combat the sudden light-headedness, he studied the large ruby signet ring. A tribal tattoo wound around the wrist that held his hand. Looking up, he found himself staring into bottomless eyes -- the pupils were the darkest he’d ever seen on a person.
“Hello, Kain. My name is Asmodeus. I’ve been waiting for you.”
 
Hope you liked it! There are plenty more snippets to read from! Just click here for the complete Six Sunday List!

Lust and Ice Giveaway

The perfect mate for a cold-hearted human with no redeeming qualities? A prince of hell, who else?
 
My latest release, Lust and Ice, is a Dark Desires novella and out now from Razor's Edge Press, a Changeling Press LLC Imprint. Yes, this is one of my dark stories. :) And yes, lol, there's a HEA—of a sort. When dealing with a Prince of Hell things can get twisted. So, there's HEA... then there's this kind of HEA.
LOL.
Two more novella's spin off this book and the Bad Boys Club. In Lust and Ice you'll meet Kain's friends—Hugh, Jordan, and Allen—and they're as bad as Kain. Jordan and Allen's book will be next in the series.  
And now for the fun part lol!
~Comment and leave me an email addy. One person is going to win a copy of Lust and Ice. I’ll announce the winner Sunday. :) ~M  
Buy link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1932
 
  Blurb:

They call him Ice. Kain's a spoiled rich man's son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who'll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus' calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with... because this is no man. He's the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he's been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He's searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.
Until now.
The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time -- hell's come to claim its own. 

Excerpt:
Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.
“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”
Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.
His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered in small knots. There the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.
The problem was that once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.
Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted -- Satan help him -- he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had looked -- extensively.
A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks -- they regretted it eternally.
He was no man to be played with… because he was no man.
Shifting in his chair, his eyes landed on a group of humans across the openness of the second floor. A new mortal joined them, another male. There was a restlessness that shimmered around him that snagged Asmodeus’s attention. This one appealed to him, very much so. Even with the noise of the crowds and the thumping bass of the music, he could hear them. The longer he listened to the one named Kain, the more his dick swelled.
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