Chapter Thirteen
Several days had passed after Troy and Silas had settled things between them, and Chester was enjoying the growing relationship between him and Silas, but also the tentative one developing between him and Troy.
Troy was spending the night with friends to give them time together, or as he put it, 'time to screw.' Silas had grumbled and blushed, but Chester had laughed, and while Silas was busy tidying up, he was planning their night.
He'd been to his house and brought back his black bag that contained his toys. He cleaned them and laid them out on the bed, ready for when Silas came upstairs. He had an idea of how he wanted to spend their night, but Silas had to agree.
Chester liked to play, and he liked certain aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. No, he didn't want to be whipped or flogged, but gagged, tied up, and spanked were all things he enjoyed. As a vampire, he also enjoyed blood play, but had only acted that kink out with other vampires. How would Silas react and would he cut himself for Chester's pleasure?
He'd purposefully left his blood play bag at home, and it would remain there until he and Silas had talked about it. Silas had to be comfortable with it too.
Silas walked into the bedroom as Chester was stripping, and he wandered over to the bed, staring at the items placed on it. He picked up the large purple dildo and turned to stare at Chester, his mouth opening and closing several times.
"You can get this up your ass?" he asked, incredulously.
"I've had your fist in my ass. What do you think?"
The dildo was a good ten inches long and four inches wide. Silas stared at it again and swallowed hard.
"Jesus," he whispered. "How?"
"A lot of practice and lube, but we aren't going there yet. I wanted you to see what I have so you know what I like."
Silas coughed to clear his throat and Chester grinned. He'd shocked his mate.
"So, dildo's, vibrators, various cuffs." He picked up a long, stainless steel pipe. "What is this?"
"That's a sound, and you use it on my urethra."
"I... what?"
"That is for later too. Much later." Chester stepped close to Silas. "This is what I like, but if you don't, then that's fine. I can live without it as long as I have you and before we did any of it, we would go somewhere so you can see what it's like."
"Like a club?"
"Yeah, but only if you want to." Chester palmed Silas' face. "Both of us have to agree."
"Okay. I don't mind going to a club, but I won't do anything that could potentially hurt you. I need to learn too."
Chester smiled. "Thank you."
Silas shrugged and grinned back at him. "I like the idea of trying new things. I want to experiment and push our boundaries. I won't want it all the time, but yeah, occasionally we can." Silas stepped back and looked Chester up and down, and ordered, "On the bed. Hands and knees."
Chester shuddered at the commanding tone of Silas' voice. He knelt on the bed and glanced over at Silas, who now stood naked staring at Chester's ass.
"Fuck, Chester," he muttered, walking over to run his hand over the firm cheeks.
Chester whimpered at Silas' touch. Damn, his mate could make him come alive with a simple touch. He was desperate to feel Silas slide into him and fill him up. He couldn't wait for Silas to hammer his hole. God, he loved it when Silas was incomplete and total control.
"Please, Silas," he whimpered again. He needed his mate's touch.
"Patience, Chester."
Chester groaned, dropping onto his forearms. Silas stroked and squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and blowing on his sensitive hole, causing Chester to shiver in response.
When Silas' tongue stroked over it, Chester moaned and gripped the covers in his hands. He didn't want Silas to tease him tonight. He needed to feel his mate.
"Silas," he begged. "I need you."
Silas didn't respond, but Chester moaned when cold lube ran down over his hole. Silas rubbed it around then speared him with two fingers, shoving them in and out of his ass.
Chester cried out, loving the roughness and wanting more.
Silas pulled his fingers out. Chester whimpered at the loss but then cried out when Silas slammed his dick in. His body shuddered, his hole pulsed, and Chester fucking loved it.
Silas didn't start off slow. He pounded into Chester, gripping Chester's hips and leaned over Chester's back, licking across the back of his neck.
"I love fucking you," he grunted. "Love feeling your hole grip my cock."
Chester groaned. "Fuck me, Silas. I want to feel you."
"Oh yeah?" Chester nodded. "Then you'll get what you want."
Chester cried out when Silas pummeled him and he thrust back onto Silas' dick, the sounds of the skin slapping echoing around the bedroom. Silas didn't slow down, but leaned over him, forcing Chester to lay on the bed.
"Spread those legs, ass in the air."
Chester moved into position and closed his eyes as ecstasy flowed through him. Silas hit his prostate every time, and Chester lay there, letting him own his body.
His fangs descended, and he looked back over his shoulder, gasping at the almost feral look on Silas' face. Sweat covered his skin, his lips pulled back from his teeth, his eyes glued to Chester's ass.
"Fuck, I love watching your ass stretch around my cock. Fucking love it, Chester. So dark and fucking gorgeous."
Chester moaned. He loved dirty sex talk and Silas made no secret about how much he enjoyed Chester's body.
"Silas," he murmured.
"Yeah, mate. Gonna fuck you harder now. Need to feel you squeeze my dick."
Chester whimpered and buried his face into the pillow, grunting with every pounding thrust into his ass.
"Fuck, yeah. Your ass, mate."
Sweat dripped onto his back to mingle with his own, and Chester panted, struggling to get air into his lungs.
Suddenly, Silas pulled out and spun Chester over onto his back. He grabbed Chester's legs, throwing them over his shoulder and shoved his dick back into Chester's hole. He leaned over Chester, almost bending him in half, and kissed him hard, his tongue thrusting into Chester's mouth.
Chester moaned into the kiss, loving the demanding hardness.
Silas pulled back, muttering, "Bite me, Chester."
Chester growled and lunged forward, piercing Silas' flesh and drinking his blood. Silas cried out, his hips jerking before pushing into Chester's ass and staying there. Chester moaned and shuddered, his dick shooting ribbons of come between them. He eventually lay on the bed breathing heavily.
Silas collapsed on top of Chester and Chester wrapped his arms around him as he licked the bite marks on Silas' neck. He panted harshly, his chest heaving with every breath, and he held his mate, nuzzling his neck and kissing across his shoulder.
He loved Silas so much, it was almost impossible to put into words.
"I love you too, Chester." Chester closed his eyes, an itch developing in them. "Shh. I've got you."
"I love you so much, Silas," Chester mumbled. "So much."
Silas held him tighter and turned his head, kissing Chester's lips. "Always, Chester."
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Silas looked up from the report he was reading when his cell rang. He glanced at the screen, his frown deepening when he saw Troy’s number. Troy was rock climbing, and Silas wasn’t expecting to hear from him for a few more hours.
"Hey, Troy. What's up?" he asked, when he answered.
Static on the line caused Silas to wince and pull the cell away. He carefully listened in, not hearing every word Troy said.
"What? Troy, the line’s bad. I can't hear you."
"... accident..."
"Accident?" Silas stood. "Where are you?"
"... Ridge... hurt..."
"Which one, Troy?"
The line dropped, and Silas immediately redialed his cell, but all he heard was beeps.
Silas. I can feel how worried you are. What's wrong?
Troy just called, but the line was bad. Something about an accident and one of the ridges.
Did he go alone?
He did today. Wanted to clear his mind, but he's an experienced climber, and his strength is phenomenal.
He's a vampire. If he is injured, he'll need help. GPS on his cell?
Yes! I'll track it now and let you know.
Silas quickly logged into Troy's cell to check the location. Riley's Ridge. "Shit."
Of course Troy would climb one of the more challenging mountains in the area.
Riley's Ridge. Shit, Chester, it's a tough one.
He'd want to challenge himself. He's a vampire, Silas, he'd need something more difficult.
Well, he picked one of the worst. It's going to be hard to get to him before nightfall.
I'll call in the team. We've done this before.
Please hurry, Chester.
I'm on it, Silas. He's my son too.
Chester broke the contact and Silas paced his office, waiting for an update. He knew Chester would have Rescue Inc. arrive as soon as possible, but every minute Troy was up on the ridge injured was a minute too long. Silas didn't know how badly Troy was injured. He could be bleeding to death up there.
Silas flung open his office door and stormed out of the precinct, ignoring the startled looks thrown his way. He jumped into his Jeep and sped out of the parking bay, heading to Riley's Ridge. He needed to be closer to his son.
It took him almost an hour to get there and when he did he saw Chester, Jared and Donnie already there and checking equipment.
He quickly parked and ran over to them.
"We have the most rock climbing experience, so we're gonna head up there now. Stay here, Silas, and let the others know when they get here. Ale is about five minutes away."
Silas nodded, running a hand over his head. "Chester-"
"We'll get him back, Silas."
Silas nodded again but followed Chester everywhere he went. Eventually, Chester grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a not-so-gentle shake.
"I know you're worried, I am too, but you need to calm down and focus. Let us use our training and do our job."
"I know, Chester. I just can't stop it."
Chester gave him a bruising kiss. "Stay here. Ale should be here any minute now. We're heading up. Tell Ale we're on the usual channel."
Chester gave him a final kiss, then he, Jared, and Donnie walked away towards the Ridge. Silas had overheard their plan and knew at some point they would spread out but remain in sight of each other.
Alejandro arrived, and Silas passed on the information. Ale immediately got down to work, contacting Chester for an update.
Time slowed to a crawl and Silas couldn't stand still. He paced around the parking lot, constantly reaching out to Chester for updates. He knew he should let Chester do his job, but that was his son up there, who was injured and hurt.
Silas. I've found him, but we're struggling to reach him. It looks like he slipped down the rock face and landed on a ridge. I'm going down to him, and Donnie is arranging for air support.
Silas legs almost gave out when Chester spoke, the relief so strong that Troy was alive.
How is he?
Says leg's broken. I'm going down now.
"Silas! Look up?"
Silas frowned at Ale but did as he asked and saw what he'd missed. The weather had changed. "Shit."
"Yeah. I'm pulling Donnie and Jared back, but Chester is staying with Troy. He has the equipment to keep them safe until air support can come in and get them."
"What? You can't leave them up there!"
"Chester is trained for it, and they're both vampires. They can handle this."
"But Troy's injured."
"Chester will keep him safe."
"No! You can't leave them both up there. Do something."
"Silas. The weather is worsening." As he spoke, the first drops of rain hit the ground and then the downpour hit them. "Shit. Tell Chester to take cover until this weather clears. I need to find out where D and Jared are."
Ale ran back into his truck and Silas jogged over to his Jeep.
Chester.
I have him in the tent. It's secure. He told me to tell you not to do anything stupid.
Chester-
This is my job, Silas. I'll keep us safe. Trust me.
I do, but-
Silas. Deep breaths. I can feel your panic and worry.
Silas closed his eyes, breathing deeply until he felt some form of control. Chester. What can I do?
For now, nothing. Ale's sorting things out down there. Once the weather is clear enough, we're coming down.
Love you. Keep safe. Tell Troy I love him too.
Will do. Sit tight, mate, we'll be home soon.
"Not soon enough," Silas muttered.