My Master

Vampire Hunter D ch2
My Master
Disclaimer: For legal reasons I must state that I do not own Vampire Hunter D or Left Hand, but I do own this particular fan fiction and James.

Warning: Contains mature content that may be unsuitable if you are a homophobic prude. ^.^

And now to continue our story…
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{Ugh. D? What the fuck did I miss?}

James and D jumped apart like they had done something wrong. D blinked in surprise as he realized Left Hand hadn’t said anything during the whole time they had been fucking. “Where did that come from?” D looked at James barely containing his shock. {D?}

“You hear him?” D asked. Was it possible? No one else had ever been able to hear Left Hand. James nodded looking puzzled. D took off his left glove to show him, expecting the usual scream of horror. Left Hand looked at James, James looked back. The identical look of surprise on their faces was so comical D almost laughed. {Who the Hell is she?}

“I’m not a girl.” James said matter a factly. He was still confused by the turn of events. {Holy shit!! She- er I mean he- can hear me?! Who- or better yet, what the Hell is he?!} James looked slightly miffed. “I’m James.” He turned to D with a curious look on his face. “Master, {Master? Oh, I see, you into kinky shit aren’t you?}, what is that thing on your hand?” D was just thankful that he was taking everything in stride. {Thing?! Did you just call me a thing?!}

D shook his head. To James he said, “Left Hand is a parasite. Don’t mind him.” {Wow, he must like you to be all chatty like this. Congrats. When’s the wedding?} “Quiet.” D growled, then frowned. “How can you hear him?”

“I told you Master I was made for you, so it is only natural that I can.” {Made for him, huh?} “He is my Master.” {Meaning what exactly, Blondie?} “I am his.” {Nice D, ya got your very own love slave! ^.^} “Love slave?” James seemed to consider that for a moment then said, “I guess I am Master’s ‘love slave’.” {Wow… You’re honest.} “I try.” {So what have you 2 done?} “Well we-“

“Boys!” Two sets of eyes swung to look at D inquiringly. “I do not fell comfortable having you two discuss James possibly being my ‘love slave’ and what we did to qualify him for such a title.” James gave him a chastised smile. {He can talk more than 3 words at a time… Hmm, don’t know if that’s a good thing.} D, unable to resist even though it did not seem to have anything to do with their conversation, pressed his lips to James’ neck a kiss. He murmured, “We need to leave.”

James mouth formed a surprised ‘o’. He then shook his head as though to clear it of the images inspired, then nodded. “Leaving, right.” And they were off- {D the mirror!} he grabbed the mirror and then they were off to see the wizard.

--- A week later ---

D didn’t know how to act around James with Left Hand, who James had started calling ‘Lefty’, always around. He just hoped James didn’t think D didn’t want him anymore. D wanted him so much he ached. It was torture to have him so close and not be able to touch him, which he had a scarily strong urge to do… all the time.

The fight had been doubly hard given that James informed him a slave slept where his Master did, D made James sleep on the bed to try to make him comfortable ((he also took off his armor and rented a room at the inns for the same reason)) and James would follow D. So in the end they ended up on the bed together, D fighting his need, James curled against him sleeping comfortably, Lefty mocking them all. D muffled his whimper against the top of James’ peacefully resting head. Hell this hurt. He just hoped James didn’t get the wrong idea.


James was getting the wrong idea. His Master hadn’t touched him in a whole week. He had spent that time first thinking Master was just distracted then wondering what he had done to displease his Master to the point of this kind of torture. When they slept he kept wishing his Master would touch him intimately or give him some sign that he was still wanted. He had no earthly idea what to do. Master’s were to give orders; slaves were to obey the orders of their Masters. His Master had given him no order at all.

About a day later while they were in bed it occurred to James, since he had been given no order he couldn’t disobey his Master’s orders as they now were. Thank God he had found a loophole. He was a little rusty, according to his previous master not good at all, but it was worth a try.

D awoke with a gasp; his ever-present erection was being deep throated by James, one hand massaged his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of him. He groaned grasping a handful of blonde strands, to pull him away or closer D had no idea, when the other man pulled back to give the head of his cock a sharp pull. “James!” It killed him but he had to- “S- stop.” James gave a parting suck then stopped and let erection pop out of his mouth, his hands stayed put.

“Master?” Pleasure dazed sapphire eyes met puzzled emerald/amethyst ones. Then seeming realization dawned, “Was I doing it wrong, Master?” Wrong? If he did it any more right D would die of pleasure. “My previous master said I couldn’t do this right.” James looked forlorn.

“You did it right,” he considered, playing James’ hair, “almost to right.” He was oddly comfortable lying there, James between his legs, cock free and erect, admitting such things.

“Really?” The look of hopeful joy on James’ face at such a simple comment made something in his chest grow tight. But he refused to think on the feeling further. “You liked it Master?” As his answer D looked meaningfully to his cock that strained for attention, James’ attention. The man lying between his legs giggled. “Can I keep going?”

“If you don’t I might hurt something.” D grumbled, James giggled at that admission. D couldn’t help but groan again when James continued where he had left off. It was slightly different than before, James seemed even more enthusiastic about it, and he watched D the whole time as he did it. He moaned around his Master’s cock sending vibrations down it. God it felt so good. D urged him closer, murmuring encouragement to him, telling him how good it felt.

James started to bob his head up and down wanting his Master’s cum. It had been so long since he had done this and it felt good to be back. James always had gotten aroused by & loved giving head (blow jobs) and his Master’s cock was wonderful. He drew back to lick at him like a lollypop. Damn this was getting them both so hard. He engulfed his Master until he hit the back of his throat, he had to fight for it; his Master was by no means small. Having to pull back after a moment so he could breath. He repeated the action several times occasionally lapping at the head of him.

“I’m going to come.” D groaned, feeling obligated to at least warn him. James went animalistic, practically devouring D’s cock. D’s fangs were fully unsheathed; one hand buried in James’ hair the other scrambling for something to hold on to. Bloody Hell he was going to- D came with a cry of male satisfaction. He lay there panting while James suckled him, making sure he hadn’t missed a drop of his Master’s cum. “Damn that was good.” James giggled and kept lapping at him until he was hard again.

He untangled himself and stripped while his Master was distracted from the after math of orgasm. He bit his bottom lip as he straddled his Master’s slim hips, cock nestled in between his ass cheeks. He was almost purring when he rubbed back against his Master’s large erect cock. He couldn’t wait to have him inside. D’s eyes widened when he realized the position they were in. “Please.” One word and D knew what he wanted. Grabbing his hips D nudged his cheeks aside with the blunt head of his cock so nothing blocked him from entry, and then plunged all the way in to James’ sweet tight ass. “Master!” The look of pain pleasure on his face made D grind himself in so far that their thighs rubbed together painfully.

D began to thrust in and out then stopped. “Ride me.” James immediately obeyed, bouncing up and down on his Master’s cock. “Harder.” James whimpered as he did so. D watched, fascinated, as James rode him. The bouncing caused the blonde’s cock and balls bounce slightly as well. The man’s exposed cock had a drop of pre-cum on the tip. He was curious; James had swallowed his and reacted like it was ambrosia. D caught the drop of liquid on the tip of his finger and licked it off, interesting. At the sight of his Master tasting his pre-cum his cock jerked and James started riding him desperately. “You taste good.” That having been said D unceremoniously sank his fangs into James’ creamy neck, causing James to whimper and writhe atop him.

Both their breathing increased as they neared completion together. “Master! Yes!” James knew that all the other people trying to sleep would hear but he didn’t care. He rode him impossibly harder. “Master, so close. There! Yes!” he screamed as he came. D growled in pleasure his fangs still buried, much like his cock, deep inside James. They collapsed panting for breath. D withdrew from his lover and they lay there basking in the after glow.

{Why the Hell do I keep passing out?}


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