Predators (Vampire Kings 1)

14

Washington

“Let me the fuck out!”

"Does he know any other words anymore?”

Maddox, Lorien, and Will had arrived in Washington. Will was still in his cage. Maddox had determined that he should stay in it until he decided to become useful, and now that the boy was in there, Maddox wondered why he hadn't put him in there earlier — though he knew really, of course. He had been soft and coddled him. He had wanted to spare him the psychological anguish of being caged after years of imprisonment. But Will had murdered someone, and that was a good part of the reason they were in Washington now.

“Feels like only yesterday the whole thing was a swamp,” Lorien sighed. “Now look at it.”

“Humans never cease to amaze, even with their short lifespans,” Maddox agreed. He felt a surge of pride as he looked over the building.

Will made growling sounds from within the crate, sounding more like an animal than a man than ever. It was a pity he had to be treated this way, but the boy had determined his own treatment when he rebelled. At every turn, Will had been a reckless liability. Lorien was not incorrect in asserting it would be easier to drain him and locate an easier to handle hunter, but Maddox was fond of Will. More than fond. He was bonded. Dangerously so. Inconveniently so.

“Don’t let him out of there,” he said. “Under any circumstances. We cannot leave a trail of bodies out here.”

Maddox took his meeting inside the Pentagon at 9:45 am on Tuesday morning, the 14th of June. He made a note in his journal, believing it to potentially be a turning point. It had been a very long time since the human military had taken serious interest in vampires, not since messing about with gene splicing in an attempt to replicate undead powers only to realize that a vampire was a vampire, and no undead army was going to march under a human flag. Vampires were insubordinate by nature.

“Hello, Mr Maddox.” A sleekly put together young woman smiled at him welcomingly as she escorted him into a paneled room with a round table occupying most of the middle. “You’ll be meeting Sheriff.”

“Is that his job description, title, or name?”

“Name. He’s actually a Major.”

“Major Sheriff.”

“Yes.”

“Wonderful.”

Maddox sat down and waited. They left him quite a long time, a good hour after the agreed start of the meeting. They were waiting for the sun to reach its zenith, he imagined. They were afraid of him, even with their guns and their frightful weapons of mass destruction, their millions of troops and their endless plots and plans.

At 11:45 am, the door opened.

“Woo boy! Sheriff’s in town.” The man slapped a Stetson down on the table and spat into a nearby trashcan.

As far as obnoxious introductions went, that one was exquisite. Maddox found himself admiring the incredibly tedious human male, whose belly was only barely contained in a bright white jacket shirt with tassels, none of which could have been in any way regulation. A certain eccentricity was allowed for at the upper levels.

Sheriff was a red-headed gentleman with an aggressively full mustache and an even more aggressive temperament. He hailed from the great state of Texas, and he obviously made that very clear to anybody taking even passing notice of him.

“We’ve lost Agent Chauvelin, and I for one am keen to catch his murderer.”

“Vampires cannot be murderers, in the same way they cannot be murdered. Need I remind you, we are considered by government and insurance agencies alike to be an act of God.”

“Ain't nothing God-like about you sons of bitches.”

So, it was going to be like this. Humans of this kind often forgot that they were the weaker species, the prey to his predator. Maddox suppressed the urge to throw Sheriff across the room and feast on his sweaty neck. It took a great deal of self-control.

“Should kill every last one of yer,” the sheriff continued.

“A vampire cull would not be appreciated,” Maddox said, his eyes flashing. “It could be interpreted as an act of war. Our kind has been very careful not to interfere in human politics over the years, no matter how cruel, craven, and inhumane they became. Our wars are similarly off-limits to human influence.”

“And our agent?”

“It is a pity if some harm has come to Agent Chauvelin. But one must assume he understood the risks going in.”

“The word I hear is that you may have had something to do with his disappearance.”

“Is that why I am here? To be accused of a crime which is not a crime?” Maddox remained calm, though he was beginning to wonder what might be behind some of the panels. It would not have been the first time one of his kind had been assassinated by the military. When the military first discovered vampires, they killed every one they could find, often in the cruelest and most experimental of ways. Maddox had come prepared for such an attempt, which was why he could afford to sit and smile while this buffoon questioned him.

“No. You’re here because you stuck your neck out and offered to help mediate relations. Now you're here, and I’m telling you relations is about to get real bad if you don’t calm your city down. Understand?”

“Yes, Sheriff. You've made yourself very clear.”

“Well, good. Now, git out of here and fix your mess.”

To say that Maddox was in a bad mood as he stepped out into the midday sun was a spectacular understatement. He was in one of the worst moods he had been in a very long time. The sun didn’t do him any harm, but it certainly didn't feel good either. The entire meeting had been designed to anger him and make him uncomfortable. It had been a psyop, a complete waste of time. It would not go unavenged.

The hotel suite they had booked contained Lorien, and Will in the cage. They were both asleep, Lorien because he was young enough that the midday still knocked him out, and Will because what else could you do inside a cage.

“Wake up, boy.” Maddox nudged the cage with his toe.

Will lifted his head and looked at Maddox. “Bad day?”

Maddox was surprised by the sudden and unlikely empathy.

“Yes, as a matter of fact.”

“Me too,” Will said. “I’ve been in a cage for three days.”

“I know.” Maddox sat down on the bed. “You deserve to be in there. I should have put you in there when you killed Chauvelin.”

“But you were too pleased with me to do that. Wasn't until I actually pissed you off because I won't be friends with cops that you did this to me.” Will sat up cross legged, his arms resting on his knees. “Pretty fucked up, man.”

“I could disagree with you, but I won’t.”

“I’ve missed you.”

Will surprised Maddox again with what seemed like honesty.

“You've missed me?”

“You put me in this cage, but we can’t touch. You don’t get any pleasure either. It’s like you're punishing yourself as much as you are me.”

Maddox took his coat off and rolled up his sleeves. “Mhm. You are either developing an impressive manipulative streak that will put Lorien out of business, or you mean that.”

“I do mean it. You like me. Maybe you love me. I don’t know. But you like to fuck me, and you can’t do that with me in a cage.” Will gave him the proverbial puppy dog eyes. Maddox was now even less certain as to whether or not he was being manipulated. He also didn’t care.

“And that, boy, is where you are wrong. Take off your pants and back yourself up against the bars.”

“Let me out and you can do what you want to me.”

“I can do whatever I want to anyway. Do as you are told, boy.”

Will undressed as best he could in such confined quarters and pressed his ass up against the bars. This was humiliating, just as Maddox intended it to be. The cage wasn’t a punishment until you wanted to do something outside it.

“My boy in a box,” Maddox growled with pleasure, slapping Will's ass through the bars. “You look good incarcerated.”

“Asshole,” Will grunted. He was on the verge of being traumatized, and yet he didn’t quite go there. Being in prison had been finding himself subject to the effort of a faceless mass to hide him away forever. Being in Maddox’s cage was much more intimate and had been from the first moment Maddox put him there. This was personal. Intensely personal.

Maddox gripped the bars and thrust his cock forward. It was Will’s fate to accept that unholy rod inside his tight ass, to feel the rough intrusion of a stern master who was undoubtedly using him to blow off steam. Will could feel Maddox’s anger in every rutting thrust, but it was not aimed at him. He was the vessel for it, but he was not the cause for it. They both knew he needed this. Part of the punishment of being caged was being denied his master’s lust. He was not denied that now. The bars of the cage shook and rattled with the force of Maddox’s vampiric thrusts, driving his cock in and out of Will’s waiting, submissive little ass until he pulled free and came all over Will’s rear, hot seed splashing all over his ass and his well-used hole besides.

“Can I come out now?” Will turned around on hands and knees. Well, hand and knees, his other hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking it. He was painfully hard, right on the verge of orgasm. Mads had left him there on purpose, no doubt.

“Oh no. You’ll stay there, my boy. You’ll stay in there with my seed and your own until we’re home, and I’ll fuck you as many times as I want to, until you’re covered in my essence.”

Will cursed but redoubled his jerking motions on his aching cock. He was being kept like an animal and used like a human slave. It wasn’t fair, but since when was anything fair where Maddox was concerned? The guy was a fucking ancient vampire. Fair didn’t come into it.

“What do I have to do to come?”

Maddox turned to him and lifted a brow. They both knew Will could jerk himself to completion there inside the cage. He didn’t need permission to come. He was asking for it without being compelled. He was crouched there, his ass ravaged and full of seed, his dick hard as hell, and he was waiting for his master to give him release.

“You’ve decided to submit, boy? The cage is doing wonders.”

“We are in this together, you and I. You need me, even if I don't understand why. And I need you, because you’re the only person, creature, whatever, who has ever made me feel sane. So what do I need to do?” Will gritted the words out with erotic tension. He was so fucking close to bursting, but he wanted to give Maddox this, even if he couldn’t give him anything else.

“Keep stroking,” Maddox ordered, taking control smoothly and naturally. He crouched back down in front of the cage, locked eyes with his puppy and made Will feel good again, that warm blanketing sensation that rolled over him and wrapped him up nice and tight.

He did as he was told, locked in Maddox’s gaze, giving in to his suggestion, losing himself completely. When Maddox captured him this way, Will almost felt as though he ceased to exist. His consciousness melted away and left him as nothing more than an animal. The only sound in the room was that of his rasped breaths and the repetitive jerking of his hand on his cock. He could feel his balls straining for release so desperately it was painful.

“You’re going to come for me, and when you do, you’re going to come as hard as you can, to show me how sorry you are for being such a bad boy.”

“Mngh. Fuck. Yes.” Will jerked harder and faster, holding back but only just.

“Come for me, boy. NOW!”

Will came so fucking hard his come shot out of the cage, across the couple feet to the television and splattered on the flat screen, then falling in thick ropes against the bars of the cage, and the carpet besides.

“Messy boy,” Maddox smirked with satisfaction as Will collapsed on the cage floor, panting with relief.

“Thank you,” Maddox said, reaching through the bars to ruffle Will’s hair affectionately.

“For what?” Will panted.

“For reminding me that I am in control.”