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elrhiarhodan) wrote2010-06-10 09:46 pm
elrhiarhodan) wrote2010-06-10 09:46 pm
White Collar Fic - Blood of Helios - Vampire World - Posting Schedule Update
I thoroughly dislike breaking promises, and I had promised to post new chapters Monday and Thursday nights. But I am faced with a dilemma...If I keep to that schedule, it is likely that I will run out of beta'd chapters and there will be longer and longer gaps between postings. I have a chapter in queue, another two chapters in beta and another two chapters written and almost ready for beta. My excellent beta reader is not a machine, and she has a life outside of helping me with Vampire World, so I cannot and will not rush her. I am grateful beyond belief for her on-going support and if you are a fan of this series, please tip your hat to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riazendira .
That being said, as much as I hate to change the posting schedule, I am going to have to cut down to one chapter a week...this way, I know I'll never have to take a break and you'll get the story you want without interruption.
BUT - SINCE I DID SAY THAT A NEW CHAPTER WOULD GO UP TONIGHT, I am going to give you something a little special. It's part of the original outline I wrote back in - wow - March. It is some heavy Vampire sexxoring, and not a plot spoiler. I posted it back in early April as a test balloon, and I think it's worth a re-read. It's under the cut, so if you don't want to get your Captain on, you don't have to.
All of that changed about three years into his service, when Neal walked in on something that shocked him to the core.
He had gone to Peter’s office to report on his daytime inspection some of the clan’s local holdings, and found him and Jones feeding off of each other. Jones’ uniform jacket was half off his body, and Peter’s fangs were buried at the muscled point where the neck meets the shoulder. Peter was naked from the waist up and had one arm around his first lieutenant’s waist. His other arm was drawn tight against his body, and Jones had bitten into Peter’s wrist. Neal’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of the two vampires wrapped in such an intimate embrace, and he was instantly – almost unbearably – aroused. It would have been a cliche to say that they glowed, but Peter looked like he was illuminated from within. The light from Peter’s skin reflected on the polished darkness of Jones’ face as he took sustenance.
Neal must have made a sound, because Peter’s eyes snapped opened, they were burning white, brighter than his flesh. Neal’s presence didn’t seem to disturb him in his feeding – to the contrary, Peter pulled Jones closer. When Jones released his hold on his wrist - the fangs withdrawing made a sound like nothing Neal had ever heard before - Peter wrapped both his arms around him and the embrace turned explicitly sexual. There was no mistaking both vampire’s arousals as the writhed against each other, all while Neal was locked into Peter’s white gaze.
Neal stood there, mesmerized for the space of twenty, no, a thousand heartbeats. Jones had buried his hands in Peter’s hair and was rocking his hips against his captain’s hugely bulging groin. Peter lifted his head up from Jones’ shoulder and still staring at Neal, licked his fangs and ground himself hard against Jones. Neal came, without ever touching himself.
Neal barely remembered walking out of Peter’s office and being grateful for the black pants he was wearing. Diana had found him in the map room, staring sightlessly at a plat of lower Manhattan. In a no-nonsense fashion, she explained how Peter needed to feed from his cadre and give them sustenance on a regular basis, and that these feedings reinforced the oaths and bindings between them. But Diana didn’t mention anything about sex. Neal was grateful for that, since Diana did say that Peter regularly shared blood with Hughes, and the thought of Reese Hughes getting his rocks off with Peter was truly revolting.
riazendira .That being said, as much as I hate to change the posting schedule, I am going to have to cut down to one chapter a week...this way, I know I'll never have to take a break and you'll get the story you want without interruption.
BUT - SINCE I DID SAY THAT A NEW CHAPTER WOULD GO UP TONIGHT, I am going to give you something a little special. It's part of the original outline I wrote back in - wow - March. It is some heavy Vampire sexxoring, and not a plot spoiler. I posted it back in early April as a test balloon, and I think it's worth a re-read. It's under the cut, so if you don't want to get your Captain on, you don't have to.
All of that changed about three years into his service, when Neal walked in on something that shocked him to the core.
He had gone to Peter’s office to report on his daytime inspection some of the clan’s local holdings, and found him and Jones feeding off of each other. Jones’ uniform jacket was half off his body, and Peter’s fangs were buried at the muscled point where the neck meets the shoulder. Peter was naked from the waist up and had one arm around his first lieutenant’s waist. His other arm was drawn tight against his body, and Jones had bitten into Peter’s wrist. Neal’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of the two vampires wrapped in such an intimate embrace, and he was instantly – almost unbearably – aroused. It would have been a cliche to say that they glowed, but Peter looked like he was illuminated from within. The light from Peter’s skin reflected on the polished darkness of Jones’ face as he took sustenance.
Neal must have made a sound, because Peter’s eyes snapped opened, they were burning white, brighter than his flesh. Neal’s presence didn’t seem to disturb him in his feeding – to the contrary, Peter pulled Jones closer. When Jones released his hold on his wrist - the fangs withdrawing made a sound like nothing Neal had ever heard before - Peter wrapped both his arms around him and the embrace turned explicitly sexual. There was no mistaking both vampire’s arousals as the writhed against each other, all while Neal was locked into Peter’s white gaze.
Neal stood there, mesmerized for the space of twenty, no, a thousand heartbeats. Jones had buried his hands in Peter’s hair and was rocking his hips against his captain’s hugely bulging groin. Peter lifted his head up from Jones’ shoulder and still staring at Neal, licked his fangs and ground himself hard against Jones. Neal came, without ever touching himself.
Neal barely remembered walking out of Peter’s office and being grateful for the black pants he was wearing. Diana had found him in the map room, staring sightlessly at a plat of lower Manhattan. In a no-nonsense fashion, she explained how Peter needed to feed from his cadre and give them sustenance on a regular basis, and that these feedings reinforced the oaths and bindings between them. But Diana didn’t mention anything about sex. Neal was grateful for that, since Diana did say that Peter regularly shared blood with Hughes, and the thought of Reese Hughes getting his rocks off with Peter was truly revolting.