"From now on, you will limit your hunting! Is that clear?"
Lucard's rage was like a sobering slap across the face, making Klaus temporarily forget the pain of the older vampire's grip on his shoulders.
"Okay," Klaus whispered, taken aback by Lucard's fury, "okay."
Lucard gave his protege a calculating look, his eyes fading from gold to blue as his fangs retracted and his manner abruptly became perfectly calm.
"There was a time, Klaus, when you were more...pliable to my wishes."
Klaus froze. "Yes..." Where is he going with this?
Without taking his eyes from Klaus' face, Lucard walked to his desk and pressed the intercom button. "Ariadne, hold all my calls. And I do not want to be disturbed for at least fifteen minutes."
"Yes, monsieur Lucard."
Before she had finished speaking, Lucard crossed the space between himself and Klaus, and yanked the younger vampire into a sudden, fierce kiss. Klaus responded almost instantly, his eyes closing as he slipped his arms around Lucard's waist. He reveled in the caress of those elegant lips moving against his own, feeling everything with an acuteness he'd never known before his conversion. Alexander may be stuffy sometimes, but God, he knows how to kiss...
Lucard pulled back a fraction of an inch, and whispered against Klaus' lips, "Do you remember?" His slender fingers traced Klaus' spine, causing him to arch slightly, pressing himself a little more firmly against Lucard.
"Yes." I see. Been a while since we did this... Klaus leaned back just enough to look Lucard in the eyes. "Tell me what to do, Alexander."
Lucard smiled slowly. Releasing the other vampire, he walked around his desk, and pulled one of the drawers open. When he drew out a formidable-looking pair of handcuffs, Klaus' eyes widened.
Dangling the cuffs from one negligent hand, Lucard leaned against his desk and crooked a finger at Klaus. "Come here."
Klaus obeyed instantly, feeling the warmth Lucard's kiss had started in his groin intensify. But as he held his hands out to Lucard, he couldn't help looking around the office uncertainly. "Here, Alexander?"
Lucard clicked one end of the handcuffs over Klaus' left wrist, then led him over to the exercise bike. "Yes. And anywhere else I wish it." Wrapping the chain under the handlebars, he closed the other end tightly over Klaus' right wrist.
Klaus bowed his head. "Of course." Oops, I forgot...no contradicting the Master, he thought wryly.
Lucard smiled benevolently, and tipped his chin up. "That's better." He planted a light kiss on Klaus' lips, then walked around behind him.
Klaus stayed perfectly still. He could hear soft rustling behind him, but nothing identifiable, and a touch of apprehension curled in his gut. He's not going to ...no, he keeps those at home. "Alexander?"
Suddenly, deceptively slim hands reached around his waist, the strong fingers undoing the clasp and zipper with vampiric speed before yanking both slacks and briefs to Klaus' knees. Klaus barely had time to prepare himself before Lucard's erection slammed into him, long and hard and slick and cool. I should misbehave more often...
Klaus caught a whimper in his throat, and braced himself against the exercycle as Lucard pulled halfway out, then slid back in. Lucard's arms snaked around him, one hand undoing the buttons on Klaus' shirt to slip inside and caress the skin it found there. Klaus rocked back into another thrust, and heard Lucard's soft voice at his ear.
"How long has it been, Klaus?"
"Too long." I forgot how good this feels... He groaned softly. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you." Liar. Oh, well...I learned from the best.
Lucard was silent for a moment, then he mockingly kissed Klaus' neck, just under his ear. "You are forgiven...this time." Klaus felt the brush of fangs a little lower, over the vein that ran under the skin, and tried not to flinch. "But don't let it happen again."
"Yes, Alexander." At least, not for a while.
Lucard quickened his pace, and slid a hand down to just above Klaus' erection, his fingertips just brushing the brown curls. "Is there ...something you'd like, Klaus?"
"Touch me, Alexander ...Please."
The cool fingers curled around him, pumping gently in time with Lucard's thrusts. Overwhelmed by sensation, Klaus closed his eyes, letting his head loll back as he rocked his hips to match the ever-increasing pace. Lucard's free hand touched his cheek, bringing his head around for a kiss, smothering both their moans as first Klaus, then Lucard climaxed.
Lucard held his lips for a moment, then withdrew, and Klaus felt suddenly empty. He leaned his head against the cold metal of the exercycle's handlebars. After what seemed like an eternity, Lucard came into his line of vision, as immaculate and unruffled as ever. He produced a key and unlocked Klaus, then handed him a towel.
Klaus wiped away the excess lubricant and pulled his pants up, trying to collect himself. He was suddenly very glad that vampires didn't ejaculate. I'd hate to have to clean up the carpet in here...
Lucard calmly put the key and the cuffs back into his desk drawer, and settled into his chair, self-satisfaction coiled behind his blue eyes.
"Now then, what did the bank say?"