WHO: Carrick and Russell WHERE: Carrick's house WHEN: Week 7. Very late Sunday night WHY: Carrick promised to come to Russ before morning... WARNING: Sex, surprisingly. Light bondage.
It was long after midnight when Carrick slipped through the dark corridors of his house towards the bedroom that had been prepared for Russell. Karena had returned to her chambers where her slave boy waited for her, and Eterna had excused herself for a long, warming bath.
Carrick needed no candles to light the way to Russell's room. He moved as silently and quickly as a shadow, his pale face and bare feet the only parts of him visible, the black silk dressing gown he wore cloaking him in darkness.
When he reached the guest room that had been prepared for Russell, he turned the well-oiled doorknob and slipped inside. The nearly full moon fell in a silver line over the bed, illuminating the man who lay there. Russ appeared to be sleeping soundly, head turned on the pillow, the side of his neck invitingly bare. Were it any other man, Carrick might step forward in a noiseless whisper of silk and bend his lips to that neck, his fangs slipping gently into the bare skin and allowing the hot blood to pool on his tongue before melting back into the darkness.
But no. He would not feed from Russell again. Not until his lover asked it of him. Instead, Carrick stepped silently around the bed and stretched out next to the other man, leaning forwards to allow his lips ghost over the stubbled jaw.