Zack broke the heartmelting kiss and met frustrated black eyes. He didn’t say anything, what could he say?

Gates groaned and blushed, lying on top of the vampire after making out and getting him ready. His dick refused to cooperate and it was seriously pissing him off. In the centuries he’d been having sex, he’d literally never had this particular problem.

He sighed, figuring explaining himself would possibly be less embarrassing than just giving up, “I...I’m sorry, Zack…” But how to explain himself he wasn’t quite sure, “I just...don’t know how to do this…”
The vamp raised an eyebrow, “What--fuck me?”

Synyster chuckled sarcastically, touching the other’s hair softly, “No, I, uh...want to make love to you. But I don’t know how.”
Zack’s cheeks actually colored, “Oh.” It dawned slowly on the vampire that I don't know actually meant, despite his experience, he’d never done such a thing, “You’ve really---never?”

“Never, Zack.” His black eyes turned soft again when they met glowing green, “I’ve never been in love before. What am I supposed to do here? I don’t do slow, I do hard and fast.”

Little fingers worked into Syn’s long hair, accompanied by his usual smirk, “That’s okay, Syn. You know I dig the hard and fast. We can figure the rest out later.”

Gates moaned lightly in relief when this had its desired effect and he finally hardened immediately.
So that’s what Zack got--hard and fast.

Curling up to the demon, Vengeance traced over the tattoo that marked him forever Diem’s, “So...how old are you, exactly?”

Gates laughed deeply, “I’m not sure I want to tell you.”
Zack smiled, “Well, that’s not fair. You know how young I am. You know I don’t care, it actually kind of turns me on. You have this sordid, long history. Where did it start?”

Synyster languidly ran a hand up and down his lover’s arm, “So, five hundred years ago…”

******

Shadows had told me that He would tell me about His past, that I only need ask. I had picked my first question days prior and only waited for the right moment. So as we lay together in our chambers, basking in release after our hot playroom antics, I asked about a comment that I remembered from the very first night He’d ever been inside me.

“So what happened five hundred years ago?”

***** Shadows' POV*****

The skirmishes that the Turks had started had turned into all out war and I practically swam in it day after day lately. It was truly glorious at first, but after years went by, I tired of the already corrupted. I had succeeded in tainting the Catholics and was therefore now bored with the Church--their corruption all but complete, it was only a matter of time before they would lay in ruin. I wanted desperately to find someone truly innocent--but those were becoming harder to find these days.

Yet I found someone better. His deep inner turmoil made me pay attention from the second I laid eyes on him. A truly righteous man currently, he clearly struggled with something. As I began to study him day in and day out, it turned out to be a lot of things, actually. I could see his own thoughts bothered him immensely and he fought it on a minute-by-minute basis. After eavesdropping on his dreams, I found his deepest desires to be quite impressively dark. They were delicious and they were many. There were many nights that even though he refused to touch himself, ever, I touched myself countless times--despite the fact that it would only end up enraging me without release. But the things he wanted, the things his mind would come up with...I had to hand it to him.

Then the day came when I figured out by context clues that this amazing being was a virgin. I could hardly concentrate that day. It was like this one had been sculpted out of my wildest imagination just for my plucking. To never even know the touch of a woman and yet come up with the things he had...it made me so hard.

After a month of just studying him, I started making moves. My mind demon at the time was a saucy little tart that would sit in my lap and devise the most amazing thoughts as I watched her. But even she wasn’t enough for this man-boy. He held fast. Clearly bent on finding redemption at the hands of a life of servitude and chastity, he never gave in.

But I began to see the cracks.

For the Captain of a King’s Guard, he was a little on the small side. But that’s what men were these days. Thanks to generations of inbreeding, men just weren’t anywhere near my size any longer. But he was stocky, and strong, as well as strong-willed. Damn, was he strong-willed. I had rarely run into this breed of resilience over the centuries and, of course, it just made my craving that much more ravenous. His long black locks and dark eyes contrasted most of his lighter-haired comrades, but I had found out he wasn’t from around ‘here’.

The countless mind games hardly seemed to make a difference. Most likely because they were no darker than the dreams he’d always had. Sure, he’d stroke himself to finality occasionally when the pressure just got to be too much, but he always went to confession afterwards--and I could see it in his dark eyes that he wasn’t about to cave to the real thing.

But, yes, the cracks had begun. The world was falling around him and his pious exterior was beginning to falter. While his final fall would take time and ingenuity, I could wait. I had time.

*******Syn’s POV*****


“I grew up a Duke’s son, a spoiled rich kid who had everything he could ever want. But at a very young age I discovered I was not what one would call normal. My desires, my needs, manifested themselves at a young age and I hadn’t reached the age of 15 before I decided I didn’t want to give into them, I wanted to fight who I was. So I began training to be in the King’s Guard and was admitted when I turned 17. I trained hard and was the teacher’s pet from day one. Five years passed and Europe was in such chaos that I was already a captain and guarding Louis II of Hungary. Around that time I found the most peace as a human, but it would not last. The Catholic Church was corrupt and falling apart. There were rumors of strange things to the northeast and we were constantly under attack by the Turks. Louis II sent me personally to help the Transylvanians and that’s when my dreams became magnified--”

“What dreams? What did you desire?” My young vampire looked up at me with his bright glowing green eyes with childish wonder.

I chuckled, “We’ll get there...so I stayed with the Transylvanians, helping them build their sad excuse for an army--knowing the day would come when we’d all die at the hands of the Ottoman Empire...that place...it began to...not so much change me, but...it was like it knew who I really was and wouldn’t let me rest. My needs only grew stronger and one night I began to feel like I was being watched, which only fed my desire. Instead of feeling violated, it made me feel strong. Like I was owning whoever was watching me. My dreams...they continued on their path but became more focused, more clear, more real. I had purposely never touched a woman and I wanted to keep it that way. I was scared of what I might do to one, really. The things I wanted to do with women--they were carnal, bloodthirsty, dangerous, dark. I began to think I was putting off some sort of scent, because at one point, women began to throw themselves at me. Left and right, no matter how much I resisted, they persisted.

“Finally, one night. Things got a whole lot darker.”

Notes

Oh, shit, what's gonna happen??