My Master

My Master

Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I do not own Vampire Hunter D or Left-hand. But I do own James and this fanfiction.
(Left hand can talk telepathically to D.)

“I want you to get this object for me.” The man handed D a sketch of what appeared to be… a mirror? {Huh no details.}“It should be easy for you. Meet me in Gotek when you get it.”

“Why?” D asked. { D! Leave it! Take the half ya get now, snatch the mirror and sell it!} In response D clenched his left hand under the table.

“Oh… sentimental reasons. I’ll give you, say, 4 mill now. I guess that’s not enough. Maybe 8 now 7 later?” {15 mill just for some mirror? Is he kidding?}

D took the map, sketch, money, ignored the other man’s out stretched hand and walked out. {Nice D, very polite… I still think my suggestion was better though.} “You would.” {You know it will take you about 2 months to do all this right?} “Yes.” {D you should have gotten more money from him.} “I know.”

^.^ --- 3weeks of horse riding later --- ^.^

{This the place?} “Yes.” {Is it just me or are you reminded of a medieval castle, too?} D grunted. It was marked on the map as the place where they were to get the mirror. {Dark and gloomy ain’t it?} “Sure.” {You’re going in anyway aren’t ya?} In response D opened the large cedar door. { I take that as a yes.} D grunted. The entry hall was comprised of stone, cobwebs and dust. Two hours of wondering later D found that the entire castle looked as though no one had lived there in at least 100 years. { Uh… hey D?} “What?” { I don’t think we checked that door.} ‘That door’ was a impressive dark mahogany door, etchings of mythical animals were nearly white in it. “I guess.” He opened it with an ominous creak.

In side was a stone pedestal. D pulled out the sketch to confirm, “This is it.” {What would you do with out me, ya big lug? …Uh, don’t answer that…} D approached the mirror, then stopped. It was the same but unlike the drawing it had details. “Odd.” {If something’s wrong lets just leave.} D didn’t seem to hear him. Of its own accord D’s right hand reached out to touch the mirror… {D! Stop!} as his hand touched there was a bright flash of light {GodDamnItD!!}. D was thrown back against the wall. The world turned dark. {Stay awake! Bloody Fuck! What was that!?! D stay awake! Donpeal!!} Then D heard no more.

-- Some time later --

D woke up feeling something heavy on top of him. I hope I did not bring down the wall. Slowly opening his eyes he found that nothing had fallen down. He looked to find a pair of mismatched eyes watching him, one emerald & one amethyst. Waves of shining gold hair as long as D’s fell around a female-like face, accenting tanned skin. They lay there just watching each other. “Who are you?” D asked.

She cocked her head to the side. “Who does my Master want me to be?” He noticed she was wearing a male’s noble outfit, cream and gold.

“Get off me.” She obediently did so. In the process he brush something that left no doubt ‘she’ was a he. “Who is your ‘Master’, kid?” D was trying to be patient… and ignore the fact that the kid was very attractive.

“You are, Master.” Apparently some of his emotion showed because the kid quickly said, “I didn’t do anything wrong did I Master?”

“I do not know yet. Are you serious?” Nod. “Why me?”

Watching warily the kid answered. “Because you awoke me.” D gave him a blank look. “You were able to see and enter the room and touch the mirror. You woke me… Master.”

D just stared at him. “Right... Look, kid, if you are serious you need a name. What sounds good to you?”

“Y-you would ask me, Master? For real?” The kid looked as though D had just said his favorite color was pink.

“Absolutely. It would be your name.” It made perfect sense to D so- huh? The kid was… glomping him? “Kid? What…?” D was struck by the awe and happiness in the kids eyes. “Is it really that surprising that I will let you pick your own name?” In response he got a sniff and a nod. Were those tears in his eyes?!

“I- I had never really thought about it… I would probably like a name you gave me better, Master.”

“Why do you not want to pick your own?”

“If Master picked it then I would know he liked it.”

D considered this. “James.” he tried. D had always liked the name. “I name you James.”

“Thank you, Master.” The kid bounced up in down in D’s lap making hiss breath hiss out as ‘James’ rubbed his erection. D was always hard due to the fact that he couldn’t have sex with anyone; can’t risk ripping out their throat. Didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted and damn did the kid tempt him. James blinked at him. “Master?”

James’ eyes widened as he practically sat on his Master’s erect cock. His own groin tightened. The mirror was more like a prison than anything else, a cell in which he could have anything he wanted… except freedom or anyone to share his solitude with. He had been summoned before by a vampire who had abused him so badly the mirror had taken him back. His Master’s pupils dilated as he leaned forward to graze his elongated teeth across James’ throat. “Master.” he moaned tipping his head to give his Master better access. “You can if you want. I was made for a vampire; biting me won’t do any damage.” His Master looked at him in disbelief. “I promise.”

“I do not want to hurt you.” He had to enunciate carefully due to his fangs. He resisted even though it was obvious D wanted nothing more than to fuck and feed from him. And he wanted nothing more than to let him. To entice him James purposely rubbed against his Master’s erection making him groan. “If I bite you it will turn you I-“ James quieted him with a kiss.

“It’s okay.” Then he was kissing him again. D grasped James’ hips to pull him closer and grind their erections together. James undid D’s ‘painted on’ pants allowing his hard dick and tight balls to spring free. D growled as he licked his way to James’ collarbone then practically ripped the blonde’s clothes off. “Master.”

He had to have him now. D panted bending James back in his lap and licked his nipple. “I’ve never- how do we do this?”

“Enter my ass.”

“Won’t that hurt you?” he didn’t want to hurt James; for some irrational reason the thought of that scared him.

James writhed. “I like pain. Please, Master.” D gave up and started to work his cock past the ring of muscle.

“You’re, uh, snug.” D couldn’t believe how good it felt. The blonde giggled. “Are you making fun of me?” He hadn’t felt so damn… free, another bout of giggling. “Stop that.” Every time he did that his ass tightened around D. He thrust deeper making James cry out in pleasure.

He giggled again. “Master is funny.” Willingly fell back so he was flat on the ground with his legs around D’s waist and his ass impaled on his Master’s cock. “I want you all the in, Master.” D smiled at the request. (Yes, I know I am bending the laws of physics but it works. In my defense it is a fan fiction. Please don’t sue me.) The blonde looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

“My legs are going to fall asleep.” D grumbled as he worked his stiff penis all the way in. More giggling. D growled in a teasingly angry manner. “Its not funny.” He shifted so that they were in the missionary position with D on top. James moaned at the change in position. D forced a gasp from him when he started to thrust. It really shouldn’t feel this good, was D’s last coherent thought before the need took over.

He felt the change in his Master immediately. Sapphire eyes went completely unfocused, muscles relaxed, thrusts became steadily harder, faster, and deeper. D pressed his lips to James’ soft throat. Almost hesitantly the dhampir gently sank his fangs into the prone man’s jugular. “Mmm. Yes, Master, yes.”

Every thing else was a blur of pleasure and pain until they both exploded into Oblivion. They lay there panting as D tenderly licked the wounds he made. When he finally had caught his breath D said, “I never thought it could be so…”

“God damned mind blowing?” This inquiry made D chuckle and with draw from the other man.

“That is one way of putting it.” They acted as long-time lovers might: helping each other get clean and dressed in a caring fashion. “James?” he waited until he had the amethyst/emerald eyed man’s undivided attention. “When you said you were mine…?” D fixed his clothes in an unconscious gesture of nervousness. “Does that mean…?” It was a simple question but for the love of Blood he didn’t feel comfortable asking. “Can we…?”

James, seeing his Master’s discomfort, interjected. “’Does that mean’ that you can do what ever you want with me? ’Can we’ fuck like bunnies 24/7? Yes and yes, Master.” He even managed to say all of this with a serious face. D chuckled.

“Well there is that…” D had an urge and thought, to Hell with it. James let out a squeak of surprise when D grabbed him in a hug. The blonde’s back to his front with D’s chin resting on his shoulder. “Would you come with me James?” D felt… wonderful- no, better than that… well whatever he felt he was sated and content. James smelled like roses, blood, and sex. Yum.

“Of course.” James gave him a dazzling smile. Nuzzling D’s check he whispered, “Master.”

{Ugh. D? What the fuck did I miss?}

(If I get even one reveiw requesting a continuation I will do so.)