Walking The Edge

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  Copyright ©2008 by Kallysten

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  CONTENTS

  Copyright © 2008 Kallysten

  Walking The Edge

  About the Author

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  Walking The Edge

  Kallysten

  Copyright © 2008 Kallysten

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  First published June 2008

  First Edition

  All characters in this publication are purely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Edited by Deborah M.

  Cover by Kallysten

  ISBN

  1-906023-53-0

  978-1-906023-53-9

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  Walking The Edge

  Leo couldn't have said what it was that woke him up. Sometimes, a car driving down the quiet street in front of the club sufficed to pull him out of a too light sleep. Sometimes, one of his sleeping lovers shifted against him and roused him. Sometimes, and he liked those occurrences best, a gentle hand, or an even gentler mouth, settled on his cock and awakened it, and him.

  Neither of his companions stirred, however, as he drifted out of sleep. He slowly became aware of Lisa resting behind him while Brett lay in front of him, an arm thrown over his waist, close enough that their semi-hard cocks rested together. Wakening further, he instinctively started arching his hips forward, seeking contact and friction. Brett's cock responded in kind, hardening against his own. He reached between them to let his fingers play on Brett's skin, and was disappointed by the grumbling reaction his touch received.

  "Com’ on, Leo. Some ‘f us need sleep."

  Brett rolled away and onto his stomach, muttering something about “ungodly hours". Leo glared at him, to no avail. Brett wasn't so touchy about the time when he was the one to wake up with a hard on. This cursed day promised to reach new heights in disappointment. Unless...

  Abandoning Brett as a lost cause, at least for the moment, Leo turned toward Lisa. She was lying on her stomach, strands of hair covering her face on the pillow. He rested his hand on her shoulder and let it slide down her back to her ass. Goosebumps formed beneath his fingers and she moved a little, even murmured softly. He caressed all the way back to her neck and brushed her hair away.

  "Lisa...” he said, getting closer so that their lips touched. “Are you asleep?"

  "Mmm."

  He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. When she didn't respond, he leaned in to press light kisses on her shoulder.

  "Lovely, lovely Lisa,” he said against her skin. “Beautiful Beth."

  "Honey words,” she mumbled. “Sweet and sticky."

  He chuckled soundlessly. “Sticky?"

  His amusement faded when she rolled onto her side and away from him. Could he be so unlucky that, today of all days, both his lovers would reject him?

  She reached blindly behind her, however, taking hold of his cock, and shuffled back onto the bed. Leo rested a hand on her hip as she opened herself to him and guided him into her from behind. He rocked against her gently, slowly. She moved very little against him, still half asleep, but he didn't mind her being passive for once. He cupped her right breast and massaged it until the nipple hardened against his palm before switching to the left. She purred, the sound low and kittenish. He continued to thrust into her, keeping his movements to a minimum, teasing both of them at once.

  After a few minutes, he felt Brett move behind him, and heard the rhythm of his heartbeat pick up. He was awakening at last, and he wouldn't be complaining anymore, if the heady scent of lust drifting from him was any indication. Warm fingers grabbed Leo's hip. They held on tightly for a moment, then retreated. When they returned, slick and cool, they smeared a wet trail against Leo's ass before pressing inside him.

  Leo never stopped moving as Brett prepared him, but he slowed down when he felt the head of Brett's cock nudge at his opening. Inch by inch, Brett entered him, stretching him and filling him with the burn of pleasure. Leo breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the mixed scents of his lovers and his own. When he let the air out again, it was with a contented sigh.

  Half a year had passed since the three of them had first shared a bed. When they moved like this, however, when each slide, each thrust brought pleasure to all of them, Leo let himself believe they had always been together, and always would be.

  With every minute movement forward, he buried himself inside Lisa. Every time he pulled back, Brett's cock slid farther inside him. His hand played over Lisa, going from her nipples to her clit in languorous slides of barely there fingers. Brett's hand had returned to his hip and was clutching it hard, possessively. Each sensation built on the others and intensified them until pleasure suffused his body. He couldn't bear to keep a slow tempo now, he had to move faster, reach out for that elusive flame that would turn the warmth inside him to an inferno. He tried to move faster, but both Lisa and Brett thwarted his efforts. Lisa shuffled back until her back was tight against his chest while Brett pressed their bodies together.

  Frustration threatened to overwhelm him. Before it could, however, before he could give voice to his need, Lisa took hold of his hand and brought his wrist to her mouth. He tensed as he waited for the bite he knew was coming. Her fangs descended slowly, teasing his flesh before they pierced it. Caught in the sensation, he didn't notice Brett's movements until a warm mouth pressed to the crook of his neck and sucked hard, just a second or two before Lisa finally bit him. She shuddered and moaned. The sound was almost a physical touch against the sensitive skin of his wrist. His orgasm rolled through him without warning, causing him to buck between his lovers.

  They clung to each other as pleasure crashed over the three of them in slow, powerful waves. The moment was sheer perfection, Leo thought, contented. Two words changed everything.

  "Happy birthday,” Lisa murmured as she let go of his wrist.

  With pleasure still coursing through him, it took him a few seconds to realize what she had said. He tensed at once, biting back a groan, and waited. He hoped Brett hadn't heard. She had spoken so softly, maybe—

  "It's your birthday?” Brett asked, his mouth still brushing against Leo's neck.

  Leo wanted to curse. He gave Lisa a nasty look, but she still faced away from him.

  "Yeah, it is. No big deal."

  Even as he said the words, he knew Brett wouldn't let it go so easily. He'd been more than persistent when, three months earlier, Leo had let slip that it happened to be Lisa's birthday. He remembered the filthy glare she had given him then, and he realized why she had mentioned it was his birthday. It was payback, pure and simple, and it was just like her to get revenge while also making sure that Leo would get something out of it
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  He kissed her shoulder then wiggled between them, creating a little room so he could sit up. Careful not to jostle Lisa, he climbed over her and out of the bed. She caught his hand before he could walk away. He looked back at her.

  "You OK?” she said.

  Her eyes were wide open and he could smell the slightly musty aroma of worry mixing with the deeper scent of lust. He forced a smile to his lips, though he doubted she could see it with the only light in the room—the sunlight frame around the drapes—behind him.

  "Fine. Just not sleepy anymore. I'll go watch some TV."

  She held on to his hand, squeezing it before she let go. Leo watched her and Brett a little longer. She moved back in the bed until she found Brett's heat, and he threw an arm over her, drawing her even closer. For a second, Leo wanted to join them again, let them wrap themselves around him and anchor him. He shook his head and pushed himself into movement. He was too old to want a hug and a cuddle because he felt a dark mood rising; much too old to brood over the passage of time and the return of another birthday.

  He tried to chase his mood away with a hot shower followed by a glass of warmed blood. It didn't work. Decades had passed since he had been turned. With each birthday, the realization returned—this was his life. He wouldn't grow old. He wouldn't have children, or grandchildren, or anything that resembled a true family. Each year brought him no closer to anything, and even good years—and this was turning out to be a good year, both Lisa and Brett saw to that—did not alleviate his fear that he would be alone in the end.

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  The bedroom door closed with a quiet sound. Lisa thought about following Leo for a moment; she hadn't meant to upset him but it seemed she had. Her body had other ideas though, and, feeling contented and warm, she started drifting back into sleep, clinging to the thought that she would make it up to him later.

  "His birthday, huh?” Brett said. “And I guess if I ask how old he is I'll get the same answer you gave me."

  One day, Leo and Brett would understand that she wasn't a morning person. Vampires rarely were, and Leo was an exception to that rule. She didn't mind a round of fucking or two to start her day, but conversations were beyond her. She only answered with a grunt, hoping that Brett would take the hint. It had been too much to hope for, however.

  "I've got to get him something,” he said after a moment, jostling her awake again despite the quietness of his voice.

  She didn't think he'd been talking to her and so she didn't respond.

  "What the hell am I going to get him? What would he even like?"

  She groaned. Could he possibly be that hopeless? “You live with him. Don't you know him at all?"

  His next whispered words caressed her cheek. “What are you getting him?"

  She opened her eyes at that, blinking several times as her body demanded more sleep. He wouldn't let it drop, would he? She should have waited for later in the day to tell him it was Leo's birthday.

  "We stopped the gifts long ago,” she said, her last word ending on a yawn.

  "Then why did you mention it was his birthday?"

  She sighed, giving up on sleep. “Because you got me something on mine. It's only fair you get him something too."

  "Fair?"

  He chuckled. She turned onto her side to see him better. Even in the faint light seeping around the drapes, she could see his smile.

  "Do you know how strange that is?” he said, his voice still colored by his amusement. “My girlf—"

  "Don't call me that."

  In the past year and half, she had asked him more than once not to use that word. It still slipped out, every now and then, and she corrected him every time. She did so without anger or impatience, but on a tone that left him no doubt that she wasn't joking.

  "Fine. My lover pushed me toward another man, and now she's trying to help me—"

  "Help you get lucky, yes."

  He moved up to lean onto his elbow. His amusement had faded, and now he looked puzzled. “Why? You've got us both in your bed. What does it matter to you if we get along?"

  Mirroring his position, she rested her cheek against her open palm. The three of them had been living together for almost six months, and more than once she had guessed that her actions still puzzled Brett. She was a little surprised it had taken him so long to bring it up.

  "It matters,” she said, “because I want you to be happy."

  One corner of his mouth curled up in a strange smile. “I am. And I was before you brought him in."

  "Were you?” She held his gaze, searching for the truth, finding what she already knew lay there. “You want things from me that I can't give you. Words I won't say—"

  "Lisa, don't—"

  She raised a hand to his face and pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. “No, let me finish. I know you. I know Leo. And I know myself. You two can give each other what I can't give either of you. You already started. From the first days he spent with us, you did it, touched him in a way I never could, made him understand what I had given up on showing him.” She paused as memories of a stake in her hand and ashes beneath her resurfaced, bringing along the phantom pain of a broken link. She pushed the memories and pain away and kept her voice steady as she finished. “Helped him leave our Sire."

  Something must have shown on her face or voice of what had been going on in her mind. Brett looked a little worried, or maybe sad. He pursed his lips to kiss the finger still pressed to his mouth then, taking hold of her wrist, he moved her hand up to kiss her palm. Lisa lay back down, resting her head on the pillow again, and observed him as he processed her words.

  "What do you think he can give me?” he asked after a few moments.

  She had to smile at the hopeful tone of his voice.

  "That's for the two of you to figure out. I'm just helping you find the way.” She yawned again, belatedly covering her mouth with her hand. It was much too early for this kind of conversation—much too early for her to be up, period. She burrowed back into the covers, her eyes already closed when she said: “If you want to make an impression, get him a bike."

  "A bike?"

  "Motorcycle. A racing one. Shiny. Fast."

  A gentle hand caressed her hair, pushing back a strand that had fallen across her face. The same hand pulled the covers a little higher on her. She felt like purring.

  "I didn't know he liked bikes."

  "Doesn't. He loves them. Used to have one. Don't know what happened to it."

  He kissed her cheek. “It sounds like a great idea."

  She hummed. “D’ you need help picking it out?"

  "I'll manage,” Brett said softly. “Thank you."

  She listened to the rustling sounds of Brett slipping out of bed and getting dressed. When he left the room, she could hear him speaking to Leo, but couldn't make out the words as she fell asleep again.

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  Channel after channel, all Leo found was the same disappointing nonsense. Children programs with too bright colors and exaggerated voices; morning talk shows whose hosts’ faces seemed frozen in forced perkiness; reruns of series Leo hadn't particularly liked when they had first aired twenty years earlier. He eventually stopped on the news channel to wait for the weather forecast. He felt like going out for a while around town. If the weatherman announced clouds or rain, he would chance a walk outside. It drove Lisa and Brett crazy with worry when he did that, but sometimes a bit of fresh air was just the thing, even for a vampire.

  "Bright sun today over the entire viewing area, with temperatures rising to the mid-eighties. It's the perfect day to be out, folks!"

  Leo sank lower into the lush sofa cushions and glared at the beaming blonde on the screen. With a raging thumb, he hit the mute button. She continued to gesture at the animated map behind her. Another press of his thumb made her disappear, and he was back to flipping through channels. He kept the sound on mute, listening to the noises of life behind him.

  Without looking, he knew who had co
me out of the bedroom, closed the door quietly and crossed over to the kitchen. It was much too early for Lisa to be up, so it had to be Brett now opening a cupboard for a mug. He closed his eyes and pictured him pouring his obligatory morning coffee. In his mind, Brett was naked as he sipped on his mug while scrambling eggs on the stove. Frowning lightly, Leo added an apron to cover his lover's dangly bits; it wouldn't do to have grease splatter over sensitive skin. The apron disappeared again with the sounds of a fork on a porcelain plate. Brett usually ate his breakfast standing, leaning against the countertop. Leo played with the mental image, finding the best angle, imagining himself turning Brett around and having him lean down against the counter, with his thighs spread just so and—

  "Care to join me for a run?"

  Leo opened his eyes to find the object of his daydream standing just three feet from him. Sadly, he was dressed in a pair of sweatpants, running shoes and a t-shirt. Leo's cock, which had been hardening with his mental meandering, lost interest.

  "Another time, maybe.” He gestured vaguely toward the television. “I was watching that."

  Brett glanced at the television, and Leo winced when he followed suit and discovered he had just claimed to be interested in a shopping network's sale on maternity outfits. He looked back at Brett just in time to catch a flash of disappointment. He kept his eyes on him as Brett walked to what Leo had privately nicknamed the ‘torture chamber'. He'd grown up and been turned long before exercise had become fashionable, and while he had run his fair share of races, he couldn't understand what satisfaction Brett found in running without getting anywhere.

  Before long, the familiar buzzing and rhythmic steps started filtering through the closed door, distracting Leo as he tried to focus on some show that made as little sense with the sound on as it did muted. Switching the television off, he put on the tennis shoes he kept by the front door and joined Brett in the exercise room. The smile he received as he entered gave meaning to the pointless running, and it felt like less of a chore to step onto the second treadmill next to Brett and turn it on.