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Where Shadows Play ~ formerly titled Dark Shadows Play

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“There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

I. Surrender

Alden heard Jamie's almost silent approach, and returned his focus to the room, turning to drink in Jamie's beauty in the candlelight, relishing his pale and sober face as he stood at the doorway. Jamie was barefoot, his shirt unbuttoned and open. He knew Alden enjoyed this as a sign of Jamie's readiness for the use of his body.

Standing inside the doorway, it seemed to Alden that Jamie had come without the preparation or means to go anywhere, except to him. Alden touched his own chest, slipping his fingers under the buttoned layer of his scarlet waist coat. Jamie slipped off his shirt, and then his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Alden did not move. He gazed at Jamie's body, wanting him. Jamie felt his gaze, and felt the vulnerability of his nakedness the only answer to Alden' call, the total surrender of his body for Alden' pleasure.

Alden lifted his arm, holding out his hand. Jamie moved silently across the floor, looking into Alden' eyes as he placed his hand in his.

"Master," he said, bowing gently, relaxing into his role, feeling Alden taking possession of him.

"My Jamie," Alden said, and Jamie lowered his eyes.

Alden stood very close to Jamie, pulling him into him with his hand, sharing with him a portion of his intoxicating vampire breath, which increased Jamie's euphoria. He was listening with pleasure to Jamie's heart quickening as he led him to the center of the room, to the place that he kept always ready for Jamie and for himself. He left Jamie standing in the center of the close candlelight as he moved the two standing candelabra back, lighting another near his tools, creating a large semi-circle of gently shifting, golden light surrounding the dark alcove, with room enough for working with a whip.

Alden removed his over coat and waist coat, and loosened his shirt, feeling the grandness of his costume and his play, with his lace cuffs and button placket, his high boots on a stage of finely polished boards, and all around him the sounds in the great room so different from other parts of the house. The room had its own, special kind of silence, where the smallest sounds of breathing and of movement were augmented, and where the greater sounds seemed to last a little longer.

He was listening to Jamie now, hearing the subtle language he understood from Jamie's sounds, noticing with deep pleasure the changes as Jamie slipped into the training and habits Alden had fashioned in him. The sounds were very pleasing, and Alden used the nonverbal language of sound to guide his expert pleasuring of Jamie, to challenge without undoing Jamie's ability to turn physical pain into pleasure,

II. The language of intimacy

Alden was a sadist. He limited this sadism with Jamie. But his wild nature as a vampire was to be so without limits, to torture and consume until death. Pain was his tool, no matter what implement he was using. He needed to change using pain, forcing sensations through lover or prey, through places in their being where the sensations could not be processed, where they broke a human down, almost to nothing. With pain and fear he entered his victims, finding every place in them, conquering them. This was intimacy to him, to become their only thought, their only reality, their only recourse. This was intimacy. This was real. The sounds of a person being undone because of his actions made him more, augmented his force and presence. This is what was erotic to him. This is what pleasure meant to him, a Master and a dominant.

There was a clarion silence after the sounds of a person coming undone. Alden felt a profound silence for hours, for days after it. It was a spiritual state, and he did not take it lightly. Jamie was also silent as he returned from his undoing, as he was rebuilt by his ego, the strong ego of a submissive, always knowing and trusting that he was precious and well taken care of, that he had been taken there and brought back, cherished and loved with profound admiration, and earning a certain, sacred trust and obligation.

Jamie had accepted that Alden sometimes took him past the point of consent. Alden needed to chase, and to terrorize. He needed to control Jamie's body and mind with fear and pain. It gave him a wild pleasure that his vampire nature demanded, and which he did not always keep in check. Jamie submitted to this from Alden, giving him the pleasure of that necessity, out of love.

III. Anticipation

Jamie's body had begun to tremble with a sort of liquid calamity that he struggled to contain. Alden knew he felt tremendous pleasure. Alden could play with that pleasure, but he also knew well that he could not take the source of it. It was given to him.  Jamie gave his all to Alden, all that was most precious. Because Jamie had this promise from Alden: Do not fear for your life, I will never lose control. Let me take you to any of these places, before but not into the unknown. This is my promise.

Alden turned to his tools then, enjoying his steeply mounting excitement. He knew well what he wanted first, and became quick and practiced as he selected the leathers, as he walked to Jamie, his mind singing with arousal and purpose, a force of breath opening his mouth slightly when Jamie anticipated his requirements and held out his hands, wrists together, offering his freedom and sure surrender. Jamie caught sight of Alden' bared teeth as he reached to Jamie's hands, as he wrapped the cuffs on each of Jamie's wrists, finding the worn setting for Jamie in each tongue, testing the fit with satisfaction.

Alden could hear Jamie's heart beating faster, his breath getting deeper, a hush sound to his exhale when Alden had selected the cuffs, when he first touched Jamie's arms, when he pulled strongly on the restraints at his wrists to test their fit, knowing this would thrill Jamie. Jamie needed to know he was possessed, that he could not get away, that there was no place he could hide. It was an intense freedom from trying. He would be used, and thus, seen; every place in him discovered and conquered, every place in his lover revealed to him as most intimate need and action. This was intimacy to him. This is what pleasure meant to him, a submissive. He had always been this way.

Alden clipped the two cuffs together, anticipating and enjoying the certain clinking sound of the unyielding metal fasteners, again moving with his face close enough for Jamie to breathe in his vampire breath. To Alden' subtle sense, Jamie's breath affected him as well, so that he felt that Jamie's lips were at his ear, that his breathing changed the pressure inside his ears with each push and pull of his chest.

IV. Preparation

Alden stepped back from Jamie, admiring him naked and shivering with anticipation, surrounded by the candlelight, a picture of vulnerability framed by the center of the elegant room. How lovely the way that Jamie's arms came together, with the black cuffs an imposing adornment across his lower belly. Again Alden lifted his hand, holding it out to Jamie, who walked to him. Taller than Jamie, Alden took up his wrists in one motion, moving them to above his head, slipping the clips over the heavy hook at the edge of the alcove ceiling, breathing again at Jamie's face. He knew well that this binding of his hands and the great increase in his vulnerability increased Jamie's senses a thousand fold.

Alden moved around Jamie slowly, listening so closely to his lover, so deeply aroused, feeling his own silent intake of breath when Jamie's gasp echoed in the room as he pulled Jamie's back into him, moving his hand on his chest, the sensitive place under the little patch of hair there, his sides, his belly, just brushing the top of his erection, his sex which pulled tight against his body when erect. Alden stepped back, standing so for a long moment. The light on Jamie's skin was so beautiful that Alden felt the familiar strangeness, as if he was almost remembering what it was like to make tears.

When Alden stepped closely again to Jamie's back, he hovered very close to his shoulder, breathing upon it, enjoying the great effect this had on Jamie's body. He placed his lips on Jamie's shoulder, listening to Jamie's sudden inhalation. He opened his lips and let his teeth rest like a bite on Jamie, without breaking the skin. Jamie pulled away, then straightened again, struggling to stand. A bite at this place of tougher skin—and before a long pleasuring with the whip—would be especially painful.

Jamie's movements and exhale were exquisite. He struggled to stay still, still fighting the reflex to pull from an imagined bite, his body no longer his own, though a bite did not come. Alden rested his lips on Jamie's other shoulder, stopping to listen to his breathing, enjoying his struggle with self-control. He moved around to face Jamie, bringing his mouth to Jamie's lips, just brushing them with his own, licking them, licking his exquisite teeth like pearls, hard and smooth. Then he placed his hands on each side of Jamie's head and kissed him very gently, tongue to tongue, thoroughly exploring Jamie's teeth with his tongue, moving his hands down Jamie's back and pressing himself against him, communicating his fullness. Jamie moaned, a low echo in the long room, a place and a purpose just for two.

V. Establishing communication

Alden felt that Jamie was well prepared to begin, with increased sensitivity and desire with which to process a beginning of pain into pleasure. He selected a long handled whip, a quirt with two long, thick and flat tails. He knew that Jamie loved this whip, and that it would prepare him for being challenged by others, if Alden desired. He allowed Jamie to see the whip, and was pleased to see Jamie's body clench and release involuntarily as he was thrilled with anticipation. Alden held the flat tails of the whip with the handle, and brought it to Jamie's lips, who kissed it lovingly, then also kissed Alden' hand when offered.

Alden released the tails of the whip, and caressed Jamie's body with the handle on both sides of him, his sex, his sensitive belly, then walked around Jamie, out of sight, knowing this made Jamie close his eyes in breathless anticipation. Alden pulled the whip through the air past Jamie, just catching the whip hard on the hollow arm of the nearby settee, a loud crack sound of the tails coming together that echoed in the large room. Both of them stopped, their bodies and minds stilled, like the mind centering and stilling effect of a bell in worship or meditation. Alden did it again, and the arousal of them both was greatly heightened by this certain sound echoing in the long room. 

VI. Contact: building sensation/endorphins

Jamie was holding strong to the cuff restraints above his head, partially holding his body up as his legs became loose with pleasure, as the sound reverberated through his body, and followed the fine, sliding surrender of his mind into a pool of ecstasy in the very depths of him. He was in the place where his consciousness was at perfect rest. Alden walked around Jamie slowly, admiring him, wanting him, walking again around to face his back, Jamie still facing the alcove, which Alden kept dark, like a sort of blindfold, playing with Jamie's focus and his senses. He stood in the room where Jamie's entire back was fully illuminated by the candles, framed against the dark of the alcove, and tested the whip at Jamie's shoulders, landing just the tips gently, again and again, then casually covering Jamie's back with stronger contacts with only the tail ends, bringing a redness up on his skin. He first focused on the sweet spot on his buttocks, where the intense stimulation was easily translated to pleasure, and endorphins were flowing freely.

Harder. 

Alden began to whip Jamie so that the entire length of both tails made contact with his back and buttocks, and the backs of his arms and legs. Jamie moaned again and again with pleasure. Gently at first, then harder; Jamie's head moving with his moments of building pleasure. Harder, the lovely welts rising on Jamie's skin, Alden baring his teeth, wanting so much to bite, listening to every intake of breath, every moan, watching as Jamie arched forward, his back arching towards Alden, tightening his skin, controlling the sensation by keeping it at the surface of his skin. Alden answered this with several very hard and quick, full contact kisses of the whip, so that Jamie stood completely still, processing the deeper pain into pleasure. Alden did it again, layering sensation, Jamie inhaling sharply, then letting his breath out slowly, over and over.

VII. Challenging and release

Alden moved around, looking at Jamie's face, checking that he was reading him correctly, then began lightly whipping Jamie's belly, his chest, and very gently at first upon his sex, just touching it. Harder. He punished his sex with a slight contact of the tips, and Jamie cried out with his full voice. Alden punished his sex in this way until Jamie was almost crying, then took his head and brought it onto his shoulder, kissing long against the side of his face, reassuring him, rewarding him. Then he moved around and back to whip him hard again on his back, Jamie moaning with pleasure, then Alden finally focusing on his sweet spot in the middle of his buttocks. Jamie cried out with pleasure with each stroke there. Alden pushed him, whipping him harder and harder as he built sensation, waiting longer for him to process each stroke, the seconds becoming several, then harder still, then covering the back of his body with welts, continuing until he knew that Jamie was reaching the limits of his ability to turn pain into pleasure.

Alden stopped. He stood so close to Jamie and caressed the welts, the skin hot, raised and taught. Jamie gasped and let his head fall forward as he felt a familiar ecstasy begin, growing to fill his whole body with the sensations of energy flowing as an orgasm, rippling everywhere over his skin as Alden expertly petted his skin in a certain way that brought back the pain and pleasure of the whip, the feeling now moving evenly and passive under his hand. Jamie gasped again, then again as the rippling fire of intense pleasure ran through and all over his body like the sensation under Alden' hand, steadily, with no gaps or interruptions. Jamie knew that Alden by touching him always shared this form of orgasm, an astonishing full body of fiery release that rippled over his entire body on his skin.

Alden moved his face very close to Jamie's and breathed a full "hush" of his breath into Jamie's mouth, causing Jamie's consciousness to ripple on his inner state like Alden' breath on the air. Alden, judging his state, stepped back from him expectantly, watching him struggle to stand with so much pleasure, struggling to hold himself up by his hands, then arching as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure.

VIII. Safe return

Jamie ejaculated then, completing the physical part his release. Because his penis sat rigid against his stomach when engorged, his semen shot up onto his stomach and chest. Alden brought his index finger up to Jamie's mouth, across his teeth, so that Jamie opened his mouth and bit on Alden' finger gently, a form of erotic oral play with teeth that Alden enjoyed when he could not bite, and which Jamie also used to steady his head.

Alden brought his other index finger to his own mouth, across his own teeth, biting gently to keep himself under control. I have just begun, my love, he thought to himself, lovingly rubbing Jamie's chest clean with a towel.

I will not bite you, not yet.

 

CHAPTER THREE: I know
Alden felt an operatic level of complex pleasure, the opening aria having opened them both, the libretto written in him by his nature, a beast restrained, the story imagined again in him as though it was not as old as all stories, as old as predators and prey, life and death. He had mastered the ability to rise upon the vast crescendo of Jamie's pleasure, not only for his own pleasure, not only for Jamie's pleasure, but because it helped Jamie to endure more for him, longer. It gave him the most pleasure to shape Jamie's pleasure in this way, to use it to serve his own needs. And so, he had carefully prepared Jamie, giving him everything while taking nothing.

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