A violent lovestory [AC] (China-Rose)

The warehouse was rather secluded, for being located in Venice. It was much of a hideout; an old factory that had been located here and had shut down years ago that everyone tried to ignored. It didn’t look pretty. Peeling paint, a metal box, concrete floors inside. Nobody came in, nobody went out. At least, that’s what most people concluded because business was conducted at night with stealth like precision. It was vital that nobody knew what was going on here, and so silence consumed the air when the sun set even though the warehouse was a bustle of activity.

Inside, a bunch of foldable cloth stalls were stacked in lines that could easily be hidden if need be. Within the stalls there was room enough for a couple of cushions and blankets; nothing else. There was an outhouse, located towards the back entrance of the warehouse, and it was filthy. You wouldn’t want to go in there if you were wise; chances are, it was full of diseases. This was the permanent residence of Paris-Germano, who was currently pushing drugs and offering illegal prostitutions brothel. In Italy, prostitution was legal; but when a pimp was making money off of countless ‘whores’, that’s where the law drew the line.

Most of his workers didn’t even sleep here. He’d invite them to help produce drugs here, but other than that, only a few of the Vampire’s favorites were allowed to stay. The rest Paris would put up in hotels and allow them to do their work their. Nobody was too suspicious of his inner workings, and that was good.

This evening the Vampire was half dressed, shirtless and sockless but wearing some dress pants, lounging around on a cheap looking mattress he had set up in a stall in the back room. He didn’t have much here; there was no furniture, heating, air conditioning…the best part was the building didn’t have windows so he didn’t have to worry about the sun coming up. Besides, Paris had very loyal workers to guard him from people who might try to come in when he was unconscious and vulnerable during the day.

A boy was sitting on the other end of the mattress; blond and too thin with track marks up and down his arms. He was eighteen, or so he claimed. Paris didn’t really care what his age was- he looked young enough, and he was beautiful. This one was named Drake, and when the immortal had arrived home a few days ago visibly upset, the child had taken care of him. Now, the two were both sitting, coming down from a high that they had induced by a variety of drugs. They didn’t touch or even look at each other; just sat, counting the minutes down until they would have to get their next fix.

It had taken China a couple of days to find his sire after Yuki had dragged the pale vampire away as the action was heating up. At the time he'd had no idea that Yuki could get so jealous over a person that, at that time, he had no ties to. Now though, Yuki had the first mark of a human servant and was also China's lover. They had talked things over after their carnal desires were sated and China had explained a few things to the youth, like he had to have more than one lover to keep the boy healthy, same as he had to have more than one blood donor or pomme de sang. Eventually after much persuading and reassuring, Yuki had agreed to China's terms.

So now here he was, stood outside an abandoned warehouse and opening the door. From outside he had been able to smell the human waste but now that he had stepped inside, it hit him at full force, bringing tears to his eyes. How could anyone live here? Nevermind a vampire with his enhanced senses. It was like having your nose sewn off. Deciding that not breathing would be the best option, China stilled himself until his heart beat disappeared and his lungs stopped taing in oxygen. He couldn't smell the foul stench now and he moved forwards, silent as the grave as he inspected his surroundings.

There were cloth stalls and matresses as make shift beds. There were also needles on the floor and young boys, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen years old asleep on some of them. One was awake and stared straight at him, rising to his feet aggresively no doubt in a bid to run China off. He would have to do better than a scary look though to make the one thousand year old turn tail. Staring the youth down easily, China continued on his way to the back room. What he saw there made his heart shudder.

Cheshire and a blonde boy with track marks all the way up his thin arms. Is this what Cheshire was in to now? Drug addicts and freaks? Sure, the blonde vampire knew that Cheshire wasn't exactly stable in the mental department but surely he knew this was wrong? Reeling in his anger, the younger vampire spoke between clenched teeth, his voice a strained hiss that was directed at his sire.

"How could you stoop so low? Drugs? Freaks? You never took any sort of drug when i was with you. I knew i shouldn't have left you! I should have just told Belle Morte to shove it! You've gone off the rails with no one to look after you!"

Paris had known someone was coming by the shrills of his humans just outside the door. Apparently, someone had decided to run in, and being as out of it as he was right now, the Vampire just sat in position. If that was the FBI, he was already screwed anyway. Paris figured he might as well enjoy his last few minutes of freedom before he was locked up, sentenced, and hung.

But instead of such a treacherous fate, the face that walked through the doorway was familiar. Good! That weasel of a fledging had walked right into the trap without Paris even having to bother to set one up! He’d been thinking over it, and decided that after a while he would track down the Asian and teach him a very final lesson. But this---this was just fantastic news. Listening attentively to China’s rageful comments, the elder vampire laughed in hysteria like a hyena. This was wonderful.

“He’s not a freak. Look at these pudgy cheeks.”

Gripping the boy he pulled him onto his lap and squeezed his cheeks together, trying to make him look full of life. There wasn’t enough meat on the kids bones, which was apparent, but the human seemed so sedated that he didn’t care about any of this.

Stretching out his limbs, Paris yawned and tried to wake himself up. He was tired but the drugs were pretty much worn off so it was just working himself up enough to get up was the issue.

“You may not have been as smart as me to make a business out of it, but I know you have your own whore on hand whenever you may need him.”

Getting to his feet rather sluggishly he wiped his sleepy eyes and stared at his fledging; the tone of his voice was rather comical.

“And. I’ve been thinking about it very carefully, and that bitch of yours too.”

In a blur of motion Paris-Germano rushed to China’s side and grabbed him, wrapping his arms around the male’s neck too quickly for the other Vampire to resist. He had a tight grip and was squeezed like a snake. If he did this hard enough for long enough he’d snap China’s neck.

“You see. If I can’t have you…..than why the fuck should he?”

He squeezed tighter, enough that would have shattered a human’s spine. But this wasn’t an ordinary human, or vampire for that matter. China was strong. Paris, in the midst of this, was still smiling. There was no anger in his tone even when he cursed; this all seemed a game to him. One big, twisted game it was.
“If you won’t be with me, I’d rather see you suffer.”

If China-Rose wasn’t going to be with the person he should be, Paris had decided that he would die.

What the hell was wrong with his sire? He had never seen him like this before, so strange and off the rails. It was almost like Cheshire was lost and just lashing out to get a grasp of his place. He had nothing to say, just pity for his elder and Yuki wasn't a whore, he had told him that the other night but he supposed that jealousy was a cruel mistress. Running a hand down his face, China tried to keep his temper as he responded in a low, warning tone.

"Yuki is not a whore and he is not a bitch either."

Just as he brought his hand back down to his side, Cheshire had moved. He was grasping China's neck before the blonde could stop him and he could feel the pressure increasing with each second. If it continued then China's spine was going to break and that would kill him, severing his brain from his body and stopping the signals. Trying to think fast he ignored the words that Cheshire was speaking and focused on a plan of attack. There was the usual solar plexus, instep, nose, groin manouver that would work well especially as Cheshire was attacking from behind but China had to show his power.

Gathering his energy he focused on the aura around Cheshire and sliced in to it, buckling it back against Cheshire to slash across the males hands and stomach. They weren't deep cuts but they were enough to get his sire to let go and as soon as he did, China was across the room. If Cheshire thought he was going to make him suffer then he had another thing coming. China was stronger than he had been nine hundred years ago and had grown enough to be second in a city of masters. Sending out the call, the almost albino rallied his ghosts and they flooded in to the warehouse like a vengeful mist.

"Kill him..."

As he was slashed and involuntarily let go of China-Rose, Paris-Germano couldn’t help but think to himself that he never should have let that bastard live in the first place. If he hadn’t turned that good for nothing rebellious shit, this wouldn’t be happening. Rage was the first thing to surface Paris’ mind but he silenced it, shrugging the scratches off like they were nothing. Even as China summoned some invisible- but very real- force to kill him off, Paris just batted the idea to the back of his mind.

It was shocking, really, that China had been able to overcome him like that. The vampire had’t been expecting it, and as a result, he really didn’t have a plan of action. There wasn’t anything that Paris could think of to do. Here he was, injured, and he could feel more disaster on it’s way.

It didn’t really matter to the immortal if he died. He’d been waiting for death long enough, and where better to die than in his favorite crackhouse? Whipping out his arms, Paris spread like he was being crucified on cross, and dared to utter the words:

“So kill me! If I’m not strong enough to kill you then do us all a favor and finish me off!” How pathetic he sounded. The worst part was, he didn’t seem to be even at all bothered by the idea of death. At this point, he really didn’t care about anything and if he died now then maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about China-Rose.

Grinning, Paris decided he’d live out one final blow. If he was going to die, he wanted to leave China with something to remember and pain him.

“What’s the matter? What’s with the hesitation? Want to enroll your whore in full time school down here? I’ll make sure he gets taught the best lessons, he might come home feeling a bit....sore.”

Oh yes. If China were ever to leave him alone with that child, the things he could think of doing. Now that he knew he was so fiercely protective and favorable over Yuki that would be the place he would hit him the hardest.

Tilting his head to the side, China listened as Cheshire raved. So his sire had a death wish did he? It could of course be obliged but China couldn't and wouldn't do it. Cheshire still held a place in the younger vampires heart, a rather large place, and it made his gut wrench just thinking about Cheshire dying. They had genuinely been in love once upon a time and from the way things sounded, Cheshire still felt the same. China did as well but it was less than what is used to be. Whispering softly, he let his feelings out in his next set of words.

"I don't want you dead Cheshire, i don't."

Hearing the crack at Yuki made China straighten his posture and move forwards towards Cheshire. The ghosts had been ignored and whilst they hovered around his sire, they were doing no damage. His pace was slow, almost teasing and once he reached the shorter male, China rested his pale cheek against the others. He had used to do it when he needed comforting or when he was telling Cheshire a secret that only they could know. An intimate gesture in a less than intimate place.

"He's already at home, already feeling sore and my god was he tight. You though, you have the tightness and the experience and whilst i may need Yuki, i need you as well. My first love, my Cheshire cat. If you still want it....Yuki and i have worked out some conditions that will allow t but it is your choice."

Pulling back slightly, China placed a kiss on the brow of the shorter vampire and trailed fingertips down his cheeks.

"If i leave here without you then you will never see me again, but if you come with me, you can have me back..."

Touches of skin brought Paris-Germano to ease. He could at least fuck China before he finished him off, right? And perhaps there was something in it for him if he agreed to come with China or whatever the boy was going on about. All that was happening in Paris’ head was visuals of sex and his bloodlust. Either way he was going to grope something or he was going to open a wound on someone- there was no in-between, no choice.

“I knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You can’t slay the dragon with his own tail.”

Paris’ eyes closed at the kiss but he remained still. Despite having wanted to kill China-Rose he’s still been aroused by the sight of the Vampire, and this just made it all the while painful. Lust was the most powerful force to the circus-man, and China-Roses’ main appeal had always been physical aesthetics.
Inhaling, trying to keep his composure even though he wanted to ravage China; at the same time he was trying to keep hot images out of his head of the Asians fucking each other. It was an extreme turn on, and Paris wondered in exclusive participation in their sexual rites was part of the deal that the human and his fledging had seemed to cut up in his absence.

“Conditions, conditions…you two pick the things that you would like and I get to eat the scrawny, corpselike remainders of the deal?”

Paris spun around to face China, taking him in his arms and scantily touching over his chest. He wasn’t the top in the relationship but he did sometimes initiate- alright, so most of the time it had been him who imitated on account of his sex-addict tendencies. This was no different than the thousands of times they had done it in the past, although the dialogue was certainly harsh for a scene like this.

“I’m quite the vile pig, I will admit that. But don’t you think I deserve something more than just scraps?”

The shirt was off now, through his dirtied, smelly fingers had taken whatever measures were required to expose that beauty’s upper torso. Paris stared at it in delight as his hands rand down the chest, poking at the muscles and thinking about what it would be like to be pounded after so long of being sexless in that department. No one topped Paris-Germano; no one. The only one who ever had been able to was a witty village boy he’d met outside of a bar. China-Rose had been his given nickname.

“I will have you China-Rose, oh, sweet little child. If I can’t have you then no one will. To think you had the audacity in you to think you’d be ALLOWED to leave without me?”

At that, Paris’ hand slipped around the line between China’s pants and belt.

“Tsk,” The male’s hand dove into the intimate area and searched for something to grab.

“Tsk,” Paris’ hand found China’s member and gave it a playful tug.

“Tsk.” The final scolding enveloped into a squeeze to China’s hardened member and a simultaneous invasion of China’s lips with his tongue. Things hadn’t gone the way he had intended but when did they ever really?

China chuckled softly at Cheshire. It was nice to know that he was thought of as the scrawny, corpselike remainders of the deal because that was all Cheshire would get. Yuki was too fragile for Cheshire to take and so China was possessive of the young male, but of course it wasn't the only reason. Yuki didn't want anyone except China. It was easier for China that way but it of course presented some problems. Eventually Yuki would get jealous and China would have to remind him about his secondary ability and food source.

Feeling Cheshire spin brought China back to himself and the situation at hand. His sire was certainly moving fast and before he knew it, the shorter vampire was trailing hands down China's chest, poking at the muscles like he was checking to see they were real. He deffinately wanted China, that was for sure so the classification as scraps was more a reflection on Cheshire than on China.

"I don't think i'm scraps....I'd say i'm a masterpiece."

He was being scolded now and it was just like old times. They would argue or China would do something stupid and Cheshire would scold him before they had a wild sex session. Of course, China had done nothing wrong this time but Cheshire thought he had. In reality it was Cheshire that had done wrong and as he felt the tug and squeeze on his hardened member, he let out a soft moan of pleasure that allowed his sire to invade his mouth with his tongue. Cheshire always knew just how to touch him, even after all these years but it wasn't up to Cheshire to take control.

Deepening the kiss, China pushed forwards until Cheshire hit the wall and was pinned against it. Trailing hands down the shorter males shoulders, China slowly dug in to the arm muscles, switching to the chest with ease and trailing fingers down to the trousers edge in a skillful display of soft touches. Balling his hands in to the fabric of the trousers, he didn't bother being gentle and as he pinned Cheshire upper body with his own, he pulled, ripping the trousers away from the older males body. It was easy enough given his strength and as soon as he had thrown them aside he was on Cheshire once more. Long pale fingers caressing and teasing Cheshires member in a promise of what was to come as his free hand slid around the back, found his entrance and slipped a finger inside.

If Cheshire was too tight then China would never get himself inside so he needed to loosen up his sire a little. Squeezing Cheshire's member gently, China started to move his finger around as he began to pump the hardened member in his hand, squirming occasionally himself due to need. He didn't want to hurt Cheshire though and as a result he was holding himself back until he knew he wouldn't hurt his sire.

Oh, China. What a tease. Paris practically melted in the touches of the pale Asian as he gave them; even something so simple as being forcefully pushed into a concrete wall was romantic to Paris, and he waded in the aggressive maneuvers that the younger immortal performed. Naked, and being teased with a finger up his arse, Paris wasn’t happy. He was sexually in need, China was sexually in need…so what was the problem?!

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me damnit!”

Paris forcefully pulled China from in back from him---he wasn’t the top, he knew, but when Paris-Germano was needy he was really needy. There was a hole that needed to be filled and China-Rose would surely honor those duties tonight! It had not been done for several hundred years, and the Vampire figured, China-Rose owed him a favor or two for abandoning him in such a horrid position of not getting his arse adequately filled daily.
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He was bent over the terribly soiled mattress by the time they were through. Sweat beads covered his filthy body that was coating in a mixture of semen, some from this session and the rest he had picked up from the fabric he was laying on. There was even a bit of blood on top of all of that lathered on some parts of his body, the source of it was considerably questionable. Basking in the after-glow of their drawn out, nearly two hour session that was composed of orgasm after orgasm, Paris had adjusted his pipe in his mouth, smoking it as he rested his head on China’s chest, who looked also just as whipped. Exhaling a cloud into the room, the Vampire looked over at the child he had created a thousand years ago, and stroked the inner part of his arm.

The sex had been incredible. It had been fast paced and pounding, painful and pleasurable, all to the degrees that Paris liked it. There had been oral, anal, almost every single form of foreplay and sexual teasing that you could imagine, and the two had somehow managed to condense it into one brief session. That was a rarity; usually they’d just have several quickies throughout the night and satisfy Paris’ rather high sex drive that way—but for hundreds of years of no sex, this was definitely the makeup shot for all of their lost time.

It took him a few minutes, But Paris-Germano finally got to the state of mind where he could think straight. China-Rose always had made it hard for him to think, because in his presence he was either thinking about how he was going to fuck him next or how he was going to recover from being taken sexually by the younger lad. Sitting up on China’s nude lap and leaning against his chest, the blue eyed man coughed to clear his vocal chords before speaking

“What now, darling? Aren’t you going to tell me about those awful conditions you’ve produced that you expect me to comply to? Come on, sweet China-Rose…you must tell me now. I’m going to laugh so hard I won’t be able to breath if you don’t!”

It was really a desperate call for information. If they’d made kissy face and were now good and solid, he wanted to know about this new human servant that China had. Did he get to have him, too? Was he on the line for sex or did Paris only get to watch? Would the boy give Paris sexual favors or was that one of China’s limitations? He wanted to know; Paris relished in the idea that maybe his fledging had come here to tell him that the bastard was dead and that there would be no more interference. Taking another long drag on his tobacco pipe, Paris waited for his beautiful companion’s response eagerly, wondering what was in store for him tonight.

It had passed in a blur of blood, sweat and pleasure. He had honestly forgotten how good Cheshire was when it came to sex and how hungry the male was. Now he was led on the mattress that passed for a bed, semen covering his body along with sweat and some blood. He was spent, more than fed and now he just wanted to relax. It appeared Cheshire wanted the same, the males head secure on China's chest as the younger vampire ran lazy hands through the short dark hair. If he was honest with himself then he would tell Cheshire that he had missed the feelings that Cheshire caused, but China didn't want to be honest with himself.

Shaking off his lethargy, the blonde vampire pushed himself slowly in to a sitting position as Cheshire moved himself in to China's naked lap. It was a shame really, China wanted the older male to keep stroking his inner arm, it was nice. Hearing his sire cough and then speak, Chian smiled softly in reply and had to try twice to speak. He felt like he was dehydrated, even though he didn't drink.

"Ah yes, the conditions. It's simple really dear Cheshire. Yuki and I are tied, no questions as he is now my human servant."

Running a hand through his hair, China took a breath before continuing. He had to figure out the best way to tell Cheshire and, if possible, not upset the vampire. It would be bad if he were killed now or if Cheshire just left.

"Only i can sleep with him, on his request might i add, but he is allowing me a few other lovers. If you can stay away from him, not harrass him or try and force him in to anything, then we can be together. Yuki however is my first priority, he has a lot to learn and my position in the city now requires my human servant knows what he is doing. At the moment he is not food for my Ardeur but eventually, once he is used to me, he will be. Primarily however he is my human servant and my lover. You will be my lover and i will do my best to allow us all some alone time."

Tilting his head, the younger male waited for Cheshire's reaction. It would either be good or it would be bad. There was no inbetween when it came to Cheshire and as such, China braced himself for the worst.

So maybe the drugs hadn’t worn off yet. Paris was listening as best as he could to China’s ramble, which infuriated him at best, but he knew if he left now there would be no turning back. The Asian man didn’t turn back on his agreements; and if it was either they were walking out the warehouse together or without each other forever, than that was how it truly would play out.

He couldn’t sleep with China’s new playmate…well, that was interesting to say the least. Paris could have dabbled in an ocean full of contrary thoughts and plans he would carry out to see to the opposite of it, but he knew that China-Rose could read minds, if not only figuratively speaking. He knew that his fledging could pick out a good lie from the rest of truths, so Paris tried to skim over the details he didn’t like.

“Clicky, clank, whirrs the cogs China; the rain leaves water drops and as they harden the metal rusts,”
The grown man’s face had melted to a pile of rubbish, turning into a likely somewhat familiar phase for China-Rose. Pairs-Germano had always displayed a certain degree of mental instability, but it had seemed to grow worse in the years of China’s absence, as a scene like this was a rarity in their last span of time together.

“But they still turn, the cogs do. Can’t you hear them? What a miserable sound.”

His voice cracked, and he tried to sound as coherent as he could. It felt like their were thoughts swimming around in his head at a speed of thousands per one twenty-eighth of a second, so many that they couldn’t be processed, so many that it was driving him mad.

“No one would agree to such a wicked condition, being rusted and misused, sounding terrible….but the machines, they still work. Give it some oil and the teeth will speed up. It will never work like new, but it functions.”

There was a mixture of what sounded to be sobbing and laughter with his words, that were muffled on account of Paris having his face pressed so firmly into China’s chest that he would have suffocated eons ago had he been human.

“Dear China-Rose….I am a rotted cog….there’s nothing particularly special about being broken, or misused…you take it because you cannot stop it…”

China’s back was torn up by the feeling of his hands clawing at it, Paris’ arms were wrapped around his torso in some desperate plea for…something.

“Pour oil on me. Try to fix these unholy, gaping holes in my soul. Take me my love….let the world burn us alive, set me on fire, if only to be worked on by the fair skinned beauty once more. I won’t care about that boy…I won’t care about anything at all…why would a pieced-together fool like me fuss over any of that?”

Well, this was unexpected. It seemed that Cheshire was having one of his breakdowns, naked and in China's lap. It had happened to the vampire before of course but he'd never felt as much pity as eh was feeling by looking at his sire right then. The man was beyond unhinged and China was sure that if he had returned or found his sire a few years earlier...it would have been so much easier. Of course, a few years ago China didn't have Yuki or responsibilities...how times changed.

There was only one thing he could do then and only one thing he could do now. He would reassure his sire like he had always done. This time though, he wouldn't go back on anything he said. Instead he would work doubly hard to make sure he did everything he knew he had to do and wanted to do. If Cheshire wanted to be fixed then China would use every spare moment to put him back together. Cheshire was his first love, his sire still held a large place in China's heart and he wasn't willing to let that go.

"Broken machines can be fixed, with care and attention. Let me be your engineer. I won't oil you, i'll fix you, truly fix you."

That said, China pulled Cheshire closer to his chest and buried his face in his sires hair. It was sweaty and smelly but he didn't care. He hated seeing Cheshire like this and it always tore at his heart strings. Even now he could feel the tears starting and he fought them desperately. It wouldn't help Cheshire if he saw China crying.

"I will give everything i can to help you and you'll be back to normal. I can't say it won't hurt though and i can't say it wont be hard. Can you trust me Cheshire cat?"

Polyamory; Paris realized in his coming down high state that this is what his life now amounted to. Slewed into the arms of his once lover who divided his attention to no one else, he now shared. Jealousy would come into play later; but right now, the male didn’t care. He didn’t care in the least bit that the brat might be having his way with China certain nights. All he wanted was his lover, the only one who he allowed to dominate him.

They had spent years together and it wasn’t easily trashed. Sure, Paris-Germano was a douche, but he wasn’t that heartless. Underneath all of his crazy were some real feelings, and they were reacting to this. Pulling himself closer into China-Rose’s chest, he breathed in the familiar must and closed his eyes in an almost sleep-state.
Who was China now? After all this time had passed…memories unshared…he didn’t even know where his fledging was lodging. This was disturbing to him. All of these questions pushed up through his head and he couldn’t let them go. So finally, Paris spoke something.

“How….how, China my dear? Tell me what we will do….I need to hear it.”
Fingers entwined in the beautiful blond locks, almost in a paternal matter. Co-dependency was Paris’ specialty.