[C][M] Flying Stones

Den bit his lip roughly, a broken whine sounding from him as he attempted to hold back.

He just wanted to come. He wanted to feel his release crash over him. He knew it would be intense and he was anticipating an incredible release.

"Please just let me come," he whimpered softly.

Gerhard found that if he wanted, he could have held back longer.

But he didn't want to at all.

Den's whines and wails were too perfect to not get completely lost in.

With a grunt he released himself inside of the young man's body. It had been awhile since he'd had such a good fuck.

As he came he returned his grip to Den's own throbbing member and jerked it off roughly, squeezing tight and pumping fast.

The man cried out when Ger jerked him off roughly.

"Fuck, fuck!" His eyes squeezed shut, lips parting in soft cries as his hips bucked eagerly upwards.

"Please," he whimpered loudly.

"Please let me come."

He almost felt like crying.

Gerhard moved forward.

With his free hand he reached up and tugged roughly at Den's piercings.

"Do it." He hissed, almost as if it was a threat.

Now that he had poor Den where he wanted him, he would not let up on any sort of torment.

Den's back arched and he gave a soft gasp when his piercings were tugged.

He writhed against the bed, eyes clenching shut as he tried his hardest not to give into his desires.

Though his will cracked and shattered.

With a strangled sob, he came.

Gerhard had no intention to stop yet, even after the human climaxed. Now he was going to make Den ride it out past his limits.

He continued rubbing off Den vigorously, placing a lot of his attention on the head of Den's member.

He took in the site of Den's body. The way his chest rose and fell quickly, the twitching and writhing.... He took in how pink and hard Den's most inmate body part was, how his poor balls were round and tight from having just exhausted themselves to cum.

"Schön" He purred.

Den whimpered softly as the stimulation continued.

He bit his lip to try and stifle his soft whimpers and moans as he writhed against the bed, attempting in vain to writhe away from the intense stimulation.

His chest heaved in heavy breaths as his muscles twitched.

Finally Gerhard released his grip on Den and pulled his shaft out of the human's body.

He watched Den come down from his high, allowing the boy to catch his breath.

"Good." He said, and then walked over to find his trousers.

From within his pocket he pulled out a dagger kept in a sheath. It was his old SS knife. It had carved the flesh of many, many men.

Now that Gerhard had used Den for release, he would now mark him.

With a dark expression he approached the still very tied up and bound Den, his dagger drawn.

Den slumped against the bed when Ger pulled away from him.

His tongue laved over his lower lip as he panted softly, trying to regain his stolen breath.

When he heard Ger's footsteps approaching him again, his blue eyes blinked open.

His gaze fell to the blade in Ger's grip and his body froze up, breathing growing shallow.

Gerhard got a grin to his face that far surpassed sadistic.

It was evil.

"Are you afraid?" He asked, running his thumb along the edge of the knife. A thin line of blood trailed from his thumb, showing how sharp the blade was.

Den's eyes didn't tear from the knife.

His lips parted a little and his body trembled slightly.

The man let his teeth sink into his pierced lip again and he chewed on it slightly.

Den swallowed thickly as the Vampire's sin was cut.

"A little." His trembling was more for anticipation than for fear. The thought of the knife cutting his skin was excited.

A glimmer of confusion flashed into Gerhard's eyes, but only for a moment before they got dark again.

"Only a little?" He asked through clenched teeth. Den was tied up and totally at his mercy.

Did the human not have any sense of self-preservation?

He gripped the dagger's handle even harder.

The young man nodded.

Den...wasn't best known for his self-preservation.

He was a danger to himself. He got excited by danger that would usually have other men sobbing and crying.

Right now he was excited more than scared. Despite his lack of presentation,Den wasn't stupid. He knew very well he could suffer a lot of damage from a man he didn't know playing with a knife against his body.

But the excitement of the blade passing over his skin and the blood welling up was the dominant emotion for him right now.

Gerhard began cursing under his breath as he approached.

"I will change that then." He hissed.

Without mercy he stabbed the knife deep into Den's thigh and twisted it.

The blade was long. This wasn't a pocket knife Gerhard had. It was a deadly dagger.

Den threw his head back and cried out loudly as the blade twisted in his thigh.

His first thought, as if to unintentionally kick Ger in the balls, was: I'm glad I live in this part of Catania. I don't have to think of a story to explain this. Den knew he'd be taking a trip to the hospital for this. That would need stitches, at the very least. He hoped it didn't need much more.

Den stayed as still as possible as the blade twisted within his thigh. He knew that the more he moved, the more damage it would cause.

As much as he wanted to writhe in pain and jerk away from the man in the fear that he did feel, he kept as still as he possibly could.

Tears welled in his eyes, tracking down his cheeks.

The sound of Den screaming calmed Gerhard and quelled his anger at the lack of fear the human displayed.

This was much better.

Slowly he pulled the blade out and pointed the tip of it to Den's throat.

"How about now?" He hissed.

Den gave a short breath of relief when the blade pulled out of his skin.

He'd have to get to hospital rather quickly if he wanted to not go through a lot of trouble at the hospital. The longer he left the wound, the worse it would get.

But he highly doubted that he would be allowed up by the Vampire if he asked him. No matter how nicely he asked him.

And when the blade touched his throat, he tensed a little.

"Yes," he rasped. His voice, though tainted with fear, was still thick and husky with arousal.

Gerhard grinned when he finally got Den to admit that he was afraid.

"Good boy." He crooned. He took the knife away from Den's throat.

Had the human not reacted the way he did, Den would be laying dead now.

Still, the hint of arousal didn't escape Gerhard's notice.

This one would definitely be allowed to live if he kept behaving well.

Gerhard didn't know there were humans like Den. In all his years he'd never met another like him.

"Hold still now" He ordered.

He began to carve his blade into Den's side. He went in deep enough to cut the skin to where it would scar, but not so deep that he'd fatally wound the boy.

Despite his fear, his lips curled upwards at the praise.

That was what men like Den wanted to hear. He wanted to be praised by s bigger, stronger man. Told he was doing well.

Den licked his lip, teeth sinking into it a moment later as his blue eyes stared up at Ger.

The young man flinched when the blade pressed into his side, a soft moan sounding as the blade cut through his skin.

He shivered as he felt blood welling up and spilling over, staining his skin crimson red.

With every carve, Gerhard lapped up the blood that spilled from the wounds.

He loved feeling Den's flesh easily split beneath his blade.

He carved a branding he'd created over time. It was his initials, though distorted in a way that they reflected one another.

It was an intricate scarification. Along with the branding symbols he also carved in the SS symbols from his days in the war, and then a swastika as well.

If Den didn't like it then tough luck. He shouldn't have slept with a stranger.

When Ger was finished he continued to lick up all the blood that spilled from Den's side and thigh, drinking up the blood with satisfaction.

Den continued to lay still as the blade passed through his skin.

He shivered occasionally as he felt the Vampire's hot tongue against his skin.

By the time Ger was done, Den had his eyes clenched shut and he was biting his lip roughly, his body almost shaking.

And yet it still wasn't fear that made the man's body shake. His cheeks were flushed red and his breathing was laboured. If he spoke now, his voice would be huskier than before.

His tongue passed over his dry lip.

Now that he was finished Gerhard sat back and cleaned off his blade.

He got dressed and located a mirror to make himself a bit more presentable.

And then he just started to leave, Den still completely tied up.

Den's eyes flickered open to watch Ger when he stopped carving into his skin.

His lips parted in shock when he watched Ger get up to leave him.

He tugged on the belt around his wrists.

"H-hey," he called out.

Gerhard turned around and looked at Den as if he wasn't sure what the human could possibly be calling out for.

"Hm?" He asked in a tone that was similar to a man trying to rush out of the door only to have someone rudely call him back in.

"Y-you're leaving me?"

Like this?

Den tugged at his wrists, looking up at the man, worry in his blue eyes. He could just be left here.

Den needed to patch up his stomach then get himself to the hospital for his thigh.