Shadow's Play
Chapter: III. The Chase Before the Kill
Pairings: Isaac/Trevor
Warnings: No frigging way, this time. Totaly R-tastic, bordering on NC, babes. Yaoi lemon, M/M, Humil, Self-satisfaction
Summary: In the clutches of Isaac's skills in bed, no one escapes this incubus. The rules of the game are layed down, and the players chosen.
Spoilers?: None, really.
Font color this time around?: Maroon, like the stained, thick curtains pulled over the tower's only windows.

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Isaac pulled the Belmont upon himself, legs tangling together. Orange eyes scanned ice blue ones, which bored into his but at the same time made it just as easy to see what he was thinking.

He was nervous. How amusing, that he chuckled lowly, Trevor of the pristine Belmont family was not only tangled up in the arms of a red-locked incubus, but he was nervous! Running a almost gentle hand down the Belmont’s arm, he slid his leg up the other’s, sliding the boots down his thigh using his toes while trying to pry Trevor’s fingers from his whip. “Sweet,” He cooed soothingly into his ears “I’ll take you to bliss which you’ve never dreamed before this night.”

Trevor struggled against Isaac’s ministrations. “I rather not receive such ‘bliss’ from the likes of you.” The redhead pouted sexily, switching their positions so he was once again settled upon his thighs. “Relax...” He purred, nipping at the brunette’s ear. Lighting struck above the tower in the sky, momentarily lighting the dim room eerily. Isaac looked as if a ravenous wolf about to devour him whole. His crimson locks hung down around his chin, and his eyes glowered with lust. Thunder cracked and rolled, shaking the windows.

There was a silence, and then, rain started to patter against the lone window off to the right of the bed, heavy burgundy curtains pulled over it. Thunder rolled, growing nearer and farther, fainter and louder, and lightning lighted the window in flashes of electric blue.

Isaac took a particularly sharp nail, ripping his shirt open, and smirked at Trevor’s outraged look. “Isaac be damned, get off of me this instant!” The Belmont demanded; his voice not exactly as intimidating as he’d wanted it to be. He leaned over the brunette’s shoulder, lapping at an earlobe. Trevor let a hiss escape his lips, his stomach doing a flop. No one had ever done that, how had he known his ear…? The demon smirked into the skin behind his ear, hah, it was true. All the Belmont men in the family had a weakness with earlobes. It was a particularly ticklish spot, Dracula had forewarned him.

He pinned him down tightly to the bed. He’d set his eyes on him, no one else would do. He had to have his way with him.

Isaac leaned down, holding his face in place this time as he tried to kiss him, pressing his lips down crushingly, reaping their reward. Trevor’s heart skipped two beats, and an electric feeling shot down his spine at the feeling of the man’s lips against his own. It had been as if the storm had come inside to wage between the two.

Isaac’s ginger eyelashes fluttered prettily, smile crawling against his lips, a strong hand gripping the Belmont’s crotch roughly, “I want you to feel me all over, Trevor.” He told him over the raging storm outside, and fighting against the storm in his head.

Trevor’s head shot up, neck bared deliciously to Isaac. The redhead took advantage of the gift, clamping down onto the pale flesh almost hard enough to draw blood. Oh, but it did. When the hot trickles splashed into his mouth, he groaned hotly, rubbing at Trevor’s groin and his growing arousal.

The brunette moaned, much to his chagrin. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen. Isaac was supposed to roll over and die with the mighty clout of his whip, not lure him to his tower and have his way with him! The rubbing uncurled a feeling deep in his body, turning all logical thoughts to sand slipping through his fingers. Quickly. Isaac lapped hungrily at the seep of his blood from the mark, blowing lovingly on the wet spots, soothing the pain benevolently.

A bold hand dove down the front of his pants, eyebrows raising a mile high at its discovery. “No briefs? You naughty boy, Trevor.” The sound of his name rolled off his tongue melodiously, spreading a shudder through the tough Vampire Hunter. He’d never suspected his name to sound so extremely seductive to him. But then again, it wouldn’t matter what kind of name he could have, would it? Isaac still would have made is sound like heaven.

Or Hell was it?

That same bold hand gripped his arousal, thumbing the tip, testing. Isaac shook his head, amused. He hadn’t nearly expected the Belmont to be this…sizeable. Maybe this was another thing to run in the family?

Stroking almost lovingly, from base to shaft, the demon reveled in the sound of Trevor’s grudgingly voiced moans and grunts. His voice was husky, like he had had one too many coughs, or yells, and it grated against his libido quite pleasantly. His head was turned away, trying to press his face into the silk pillow in an embarrassed way. His eyes were screwed shut and his hips lifted almost…willingly to his ministrations.

A jackal’s smiled plastered itself all over Isaac’s face. First he’d build up his need into an addiction, and then reap what he sowed so very carefully. His eyes hooded in pleasure at the thought. He’d give at first, give like the benevolent god of gratification he was. Isaac let his hand rest, engaging the Belmont into a heart-stopping kiss, biting at his dark lips for entrance.

Trevor groaned angrily, and Isaac slyly slid his mischievous tongue in, warring with the brunette’s irate one, as he tried thrusting into his hand, only to meet air as Isaac pulled back, pushing him down instead.

“You’ll see, dear Belmont.” Isaac hissed against his kiss-swollen lips, “Soon you won’t be able to resist me, not even with that famous will of yours.”

Before Trevor could retort or thrust his hips up in need once more, the figure above his was gone, leaving him alone in the bed, and the room as the rain outside quieted in fear at his building rage.

The door was left open to mock him.

But it wasn’t the door that mocked him the most. It was the ridiculous state of need Isaac had left him unfinished in. He growled, slamming his fist onto the thick, wooden headboard and it clattered above him.

He set his jaw grudgingly and slid his hand down his abdomen to grasp at his weeping erection. He groaned lowly, grinding his teeth against the shame of it all. He'd never had to satisfy himself before like this. Sure, the occasional tavern wenches in town had aroused him with their sweet talk and inviting, supple breasts; but it was nothing he couldn't walk off.

Isaac..that devil, he had gotten him so bothered...He let out an involuntary moan and grasped his need tighter, quickening his pace. The wavering vision of the lithe but muscular body, catlike and gracefull the movents of his form, lying atop him. He felt the sudden pang of pain from the drying bite on his neck and moaned again, feeling nausea rise in his chest at his improper arousal.

His pace hastened even more, grunting quietly through his clenched teeth, bare feet kicking the silk sheets off the bed. He ended up coming ashamedly into his own had, thoughts of Isaac haunting him in his mind.

The next set of events were composed of trying to find his way out of the blasted castle and stumbling his way back to Julia's. Maybe a nice cup of poison would make him forget all about it...

He'd never been so humiliated in his whole life.
 

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