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Vanilla Ice was not a moral man. The world had been cruel to him, and it had in turn hardened him. The boys who would beat him in school, who teased him for being a sissy and a faggot. His parents, who threw him out when they found out he was a homosexual. They had all taught him that might made right, that he was a worthless deviant who deserved nothing more than a cold death on the streets.
And he returned the favor when Cream had manifested for the first time. When he had first become homeless and started selling his body for money, a man had tried to strangle him. He liked pain, he liked when men were rough with him. But this man had clearly had murder in his eyes. His grip was far too tight for it to be sexual gratification. He had intended to kill Vanilla Ice. Ice’s vision had started to dim when the creature appeared over the man. Cream dispatched him efficiently.
He had been drifting around Europe when AIDs started to spread like wildfire throughout the world. Instead of selling his body for sex, he started to work as a mercenary instead. It was quite easy to dispose of people when you had an invisible creature that could consume people whole. And if they came too close, he trained his physique to easily overpower them.
He had decided to treat himself to a night at a local gay bar in Paris when he had met the man who would give his life meaning. He had been satisfied to sit near the wall and watch people dance and have fun. He wasn’t the kind of person who could enjoy that sort of thing anymore, anyway. He’d wait for someone to approach him, then decide if they were worth a fuck.
“It’s quite loud in here, one can hardly hear themselves think.”
Ice nearly jumped out of his skin. There was plenty of noise, as the owner of the voice observed, however he had no idea that someone had been standing right next to him. When had the man gotten there? He was built like a brick wall, he should have noticed him approaching. Ice recovered from his start and looked over at the man. “It certainly is, but how else can you find someone to sate your needs?”
The man was beautiful, that was all Ice could really think about when he saw him. Honey blonde hair that fell in soft waves around the man’s face. Cheekbones that could cut glass. A body that Ice could spend many a night worshiping. The Adonis smiled. “Is that all you came for? A quick fuck?” He spoke in a soft British accent, and his voice was dark and smooth like warm molasses.
Ice shrugged. “Why else would I come here? The music is far too loud, and far too garish. The decor is like the basement of the Bastille, and the drinks taste like watered down piss.” He sipped his drink, despite what he just said.
The man chuckled. “I admire your honesty. Straightforwardness can be hard to come by.” He sighed and looked around the room. “I do wish I could hear you better, though.”
Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be a bust after all. Vanilla Ice had been ready to go back to the room he’d been renting for the evening, none of the men here had really been appealing to him until this ethereal stranger snuck up on him. They were all skinny pretty boys, and Vanilla Ice had always been attracted to men who could overpower him. Perhaps it was a sick fetishization of his schoolboy experiences of being beaten by boys who were older and stronger than him.
Normally, he didn’t let men come into his living spaces, however… “I have a perfectly quiet room a few blocks away from here.”
“You haven’t even asked for my name, and yet you readily invite me into your room? Quite risky.” The man tilted his head in an oddly animalistic way. Like a predator surveying its prey.
He certainly wasn’t wrong. The police couldn’t care less if a homosexual man turned up a bloated corpse in the Seine, not to mention AIDs diagnoses were at an all time high right now. While Ice had to worry about AIDs, being murdered wasn’t a concern for him. Cream would erase anyone who attempted to hurt him without his consent. But this man was absolutely gorgeous, and Ice found himself imagining the man choking him, biting him with those sharp canines, leaving bruises all across his body… “I think I’m willing to take that risk.”
The man grinned like a wolf. “Excellent. You may call me Dio.”
Dio. It seemed like a very easy name to call out in the throes of passion. Ice had told him his name, and it hadn’t been Vanilla Ice at the time.
Ice felt like a thick blanket had been pulled off of his head when they left the club. He hadn’t realized how stuffy and loud it really was in there. Most gay clubs he had visited were garbage rooms with inflated rents owned by the mafia, so the experience of stuffy and loud was a fairly standard one. “I live down this street. A few blocks away.” He began walking towards his room.
“Excellent. I really thought that place was going to be an utter waste of time,” Dio said in a conversational tone, smiling ruefully.
Fuck, he was beautiful. Superhumanly so. His skin was so smooth, it looked like porcelain under the yellow light of the street lamps. His golden eyes practically glowed in the dim light. “I guess we both got lucky, then.”
Dio’s gait was graceful and languid, like a panther stalking its prey. He gave a low, rumbling chuckle. “I wouldn’t say so. Luck is for weak fools who lack the will to control their destiny. People who drift from one place to the next with no purpose or ambitions.”
Ice felt a chill run down his spine. Dio couldn’t have possibly known that that had been his life since he was fifteen years old, he was some stranger he’d picked up in a country that he hadn’t been born in. But his words had been eerily accurate. He couldn’t help but feel on guard. “You think a person can take control of their own destiny?” He replied cautiously.
Dio let out a scoffing laugh, throwing his head back. “Most can’t, no. Those who cling to humanity and morality are trapped in the cycle of boom and bust that society has created to keep them in control.” He looked over at Ice with a smirk. “One must forego their humanity in order to break out of those chains.”
Ice gulped, he wasn’t really big on humanity. The world had never offered him a reason to be. He had spent most of his life being convinced he was sinful. He had thought Cream was a demon who was possessing him. “Who are you? Really?”
“I’ve been watching you.” Dio spoke in his mother tongue, and it threw Ice off. They’d been speaking French up until now, and the switch to his native Russian was a shock to his mind. “You’re quite the efficient killer. How do you do it?” He smirked.
“How the hell do you know which country I’m from?” Vanilla Ice whispered, eyes wide. He had worked for years to make sure his accent was nigh undetectable to most. “How do you know what I do for a living?”
“Living…that’s an interesting term to apply to what you’re doing.” Dio hummed. “I suppose I can’t blame you, considering your circumstances. Born in a tiny village in Siberia, one of the coldest regions in one of the coldest countries in the world. Thrown out into the streets at fifteen when they found out you were a homosexual. You’ve bounced around the continent for the past ten years or so, first as a prostitute and then…you suddenly switched professions.”
Vanilla Ice stepped back as he felt fear for the first time in years. “How the fuck do you know all of this?”
“I told you, I’ve been watching you. I must say, I’m quite intrigued.” Dio smiled. “Do you know how hard it was to learn Russian? There’s hardly any vowels in a lot of the words.” It seemed almost as if the man was expecting Ice to compliment him for his language skills.
Instead of doing that, Vanilla Ice manifested Cream to consume the odd stranger.
He could see it.
He could fucking see it .
Dio looked directly at the creature. “Excellent, this is your Stand?” He walked around the creature as if surveying it, like a farmer inspecting livestock.
“My what?” Ice whispered, his whole body shaking.
Dio tapped Cream’s shoulder. “This. It’s your Stand.” He smiled a bit. “Did no one ever tell you what this was?”
Ice shook his head. “I thought it was a demon.” He had grown up in the Eastern Orthodox religion, what else would he think?
Dio chuckled. “I suppose those who can’t understand your power would think it was…but no. This is what is called a Stand. It’s a manifestation of your soul, your innate self.” He narrowed his eyes, smirking. “I wonder what your Stand says about you.”
His self? His soul? He didn’t want to think about how Cream reflected his own self. He grit his teeth, feeling grief at having to kill such a beautiful, fuckable man. He wished he had at least been able to squeeze in a BJ or a handjob before this.
Dio was behind him now, whispering in his ear. “Surprise! I have one as well.” He could feel those sharp teeth scraping against his earlobe. Instead of the man’s breath being hot against his skin, it was like ice.
Vanilla Ice gasped, unable to stop himself from leaning against the man. He felt thick arms wrap around his shoulder and waist. “Who are you?” He whispered.
Dio grinned against his neck. “Someone interested in you.”
“You want me to do a job?”
“No. I want you . Your loyalty, your power…” Ice felt his cock twitch as he felt the man’s tongue trace a tendon on his neck. “Your body.” He watched a hand with black, claw-like nails slip into his pants and wrap around his cock.
He shivered, eyes rolling back as he leaned his head on Dio’s shoulder. “Fuck…”
Dio chuckled. “Yes, that’s exactly what I intend to do tonight. Very good, liubimiy .”
Usually, Ice would have been horrified at the prospect of public sexual acts. While this was one of the few countries that didn’t have sodomy laws, Ice’s reserved nature made him incredibly private when it came to sex. He didn’t give himself to men often, and when he did it was strictly on his terms. But Dio…he was calling him his favorite. He was saying he wanted him. No one in his entire life had said such things to him before. He couldn’t hold back the soft moan that bubbled up from his chest as Dio began to tug on his cock.
He felt a sharp pain in his neck. He moaned louder as his knees went weak at the pain. “Why…?” He finally managed to breath out, his brain working overtime to remember how words worked. It was a good thing Dio spoke Russian, because Ice wouldn’t be able to speak French if someone held a gun to his head right now. “Why me?”
“I told you, I was watching you. Stand users are inevitably drawn to each other, and I liked what I saw. I don’t know how you do it, but you manage to make people completely disappear. No body, nothing left behind. And…” Dio nipped at his earlobe, making him let out a soft cry. “You’ve got an ass and legs I would gladly kill someone in order to gain the opportunity to fuck.”
Dio swiped his thumb over the tip of his cock, and Ice could only respond with a long moan. “My room…we should…”
“Shhh, we will. Don’t fret, liubimiy . You’ll take me back there and I’ll fuck you. And then you’ll work for me instead of taking cheap jobs taking out the trash.” Dio brushed the hand not jerking him off over his clothed nipple, earning another shiver from Ice. “Then you’ll be mine forever.”
God, he couldn’t say no to that. Dio wanted him. Someone actually wanted him. He didn’t care at all about the lack of morals or the way he’d invaded Ice’s boundaries. He was Dio’s favorite. He was someone’s favorite for the first time in his entire life. He would have strangled a child for a chance at that. “Call me that again.”
“ Liubimiy ?” Dio whispered, thumbing over his tip again.
Ice moaned, eyelids fluttering. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’ll be loyal to me. Tell me I’m your master.” Dio’s pace began to speed up. He was so close. He had never been so turned on in his entire life, and he could feel his body shaking as every muscle coiled in preparation for orgasm.
“Yes! I’m yours, my master. My Lord Dio!” Vanilla Ice groaned, clinging to Lord Dio like he was a lifeline.
“Come for me, liubimiy .”
Finally, the tension peaked and overflowed into climax. His body shook, his toes curled in his boots, his back went ramrod straight while Lord Dio held him. He let out a loud moan, not caring who heard him coming in the street. It was the middle of the night, nobody was out here anyway.
Lord Dio turned him around, having to hold him up as his bones felt like jelly. “Now, let’s go to that room you mentioned earlier.” He grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the lamplight.
“Yes, Lord Dio.” Vanilla Ice mumbled, attempting to regain his strength to walk back to his room. He felt pride as his new master’s grin widened.
He felt his pulse spike as Lord Dio took his hand while they walked. “I really am going to miss Paris, having to fuck men behind closed doors in secret is such a pain. Not that I have any respect for authority, but having to take care of law enforcement draws attention and can become such an inconvenience.” He hummed. “I can’t believe it’s still illegal in Britain, when I woke up I really expected them to get rid of any sodomy laws by now.”
“When you woke up?”
Lord Dio blinked, then hit his own forehead with the heel of his palm. “Oh! How foolish of me! I forgot to mention.” He chuckled. “I’m a vampire. I woke up around three years ago after being trapped in a sunken ship since 1889.”
Weirdly enough, that was not the weirdest thing he had heard tonight. “I see. I had no idea vampires actually existed…”
“Mm, surprising. Most Eastern Europeans are so superstitious.”
Ice couldn’t help but scowl a bit at the stereotype. “I never really believed in any of that stuff.” He mumbled.
“Good, the vast majority of it is utter rubbish.” Lord Dio’s subtle praise made his stomach flip.
They walked in silence for a few blocks. The street was almost entirely empty, save for one woman who had been walking her dog when she passed by them. When her eyes fell on them holding hands, her face wrinkled up like she had just opened a dumpster in the middle of summer. Vanilla Ice couldn’t help but swallow hard and look at the ground, attempting to pull his hand away from his new master.
Lord Dio, however, was not letting go. His lips only curled into a smirk, then he heard the sound of the woman yelping in surprise, then the yelp quickly rising into a scream. Ice looked back, and the woman’s dog had been crushed by an unseen force. “I absolutely hate dogs, especially little ankle-biting bitches that do nothing but shit and yap all day.”
“Did you…?” Ice snuck another look back at the lady and her dog, horrified. Had Lord Dio done that? While he regularly killed people for work, animal violence was on another level of cruelty.
“Any human who looks at me with revulsion like that would usually earn instant death, killing that mutt is a mercy.” Lord Dio smiled a bit. “I’m in a rather good mood tonight, so I’m feeling generous.”
That was a fair point. Someone as powerful as him shouldn’t have to take that sort of disrespect. Lord Dio was an immortal vampire, he was above humanity’s morals and therefore bigotry as well. “I could have easily consumed her using Cream.”
“Is that what your Stand is called? Very cute.” Dio smiled at him. “Now that you serve me, you don’t have to tolerate that sort of treatment from people anymore.”
Ice felt his face heat up at the thought of Lord Dio protecting him from all the people that had hurt and rejected him for most of his life. Suddenly, a dead dog didn’t matter that much anymore. “Thank you, Lord Dio.” He whispered, smiling a bit.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile tonight.” Dio smirked a bit.
He couldn’t help but feel his smile widening. “Only for you.”
The smirk became a hungry grin. “Excellent.”
Luckily, there were no more homophobic dog-walking women, or anyone else for that matter, for the rest of the way home. When Vanilla Ice got out his keys for his room, Lord Dio scoffed. “You live in this garbage building?”
“It’s just a temporary residence. I don’t usually stay in one place for very long, considering my work.”
Lord Dio sighed. “That simply won’t do. You’ll stay by my side from now on.”
Ice could feel his dick twitch in his pants as he unlocked the door. Lord Dio was like an angel, he had finally found someone who wanted him, someone who cared. “Thank you, Lord Dio,” He said once again as he began to lead the vampire up the stairs.
He gasped as he felt a hand squeeze his ass cheek. “My pleasure, liubimiy ,” Lord Dio purred.
Vanilla Ice whimpered, gripping the railing of the stairs. “We’ll wake the neighbors.”
Lord Dio grabbed his hips as he walked up to where Ice was on the stairs, pulling him forward until their bodies were flush against each other. “Let them hear. Let them know that you’re mine.”
Ice let out a soft whine as he felt a mix of kisses and love bites along his pulse in his neck. He wrapped his arms around Dio’s neck. “Please, I want you inside of me. I prepped myself before going out, I’ll be clean just for you.” He kissed Lord Dio’s shoulder.
Lord Dio’s grip on his hips tightened to a bruising strength. “Look at you, your tough facade crumbling away at the slightest hint of praise and affection.” He pulled back, smirking. “You’re quite the submissive, aren’t you?”
Vanilla Ice nodded. “I’ll do anything you want, Lord Dio. Let me be your personal fuck toy. Hurt me, bite me, choke me, as long as you fuck me while doing it.”
Lord Dio grinned. “Promise you’ll only submit to me.”
“Of course.” Ice bit his lip and worked his hand between them. “I’ll worship your cock and only your cock. If it’s up to snuff, of course.”
Lord Dio grabbed his wrist and pulled it up, pinning it above Ice’s head. “You doubt me?”
“I’m sure a man of your height and build has a perfectly reasonable dick, but one can never be sure.” Vanilla Ice smirked. “I took a man back here a few days ago who was into bodybuilding. Gorgeous, but his dick was pitiful. I got angry and Cream consumed him.”
“My sweet Vanilla Ice shows a petty side!” Dio chuckled, grinding his cock against Ice’s. “I admire your willingness to dispose of those you see as beneath you, but your insolence won’t be going unpunished.”
Vanilla Ice groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head hitting the wall. “I certainly hope not.” Lord Dio’s cock definitely felt impressive, if the bulge currently providing delicious friction to his half hard cock was anything to go by.
“Wonderful, you’re perfect as my first loyal servant.” Lord Dio breathed, leaning closer to him. He ran a hand down Vanilla Ice’s cheek. “Beautiful, devoted, powerful…perhaps some kind of luck exists for a powerful being such as I.”
Vanilla Ice moaned at both the praise and the friction on his cock. He was barely aware of his surroundings when Lord Dio muffled that moan with a rough kiss. Their teeth clacked together, and Lord Dio’s soft lips smashed against his own. They weren’t hot the way a human man’s were, but Vanilla Ice didn’t mind the cold. He almost immediately opened his mouth for Lord Dio to dominate with his tongue, and the vampire hungrily did so, drawing another moan out of him.
God, he was going to come again. He hadn’t even gotten the superhumanly beautiful man inside of him yet and he was already on track to come twice tonight. He gripped Lord Dio’s broad shoulders as he attempted to grind back against the vampire’s cock to push himself over the edge into orgasm number two.
Lord Dio pulled away, smirking. “Greedy!”
Vanilla Ice grunted, trying to close the new distance his master had created, but instead was shoved against the wall. He whined and squirmed under the unbreakable grip. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please…” He whimpered. “Please let me come!”
“You were already close to orgasming again?” Dio chuckled. “You’re so excited right now, aren’t you? An attractive man and a bit of praise really makes you come in your trousers?”
“Yes!” Vanilla Ice breathed. “Please, I’ll suck you off when we get into my room. I want to suck your cock, but please just let me come. I was so close before you pulled away.”
“Hmmm…” Lord Dio tilted his head in thought. “A tempting offer. However, for someone of your caliber, I find such a demeaning activity beneath you. I’m sure you’ll have the strength to make it to your room without climaxing. I’ll reward you if you do.”
Vanilla Ice slowly nodded. If he could just get to his room, he’d be able to finally get Dio inside of him. “Okay.” He grabbed the railing and resumed walking up the stairs, albeit on shaky legs.
When he got to the top of the stairs, however, something happened. He had no idea what, but when he was just outside of his room and fishing in his pocket for his key, he suddenly found himself at the edge of coming again. Like he had had someone jerk him off and then stop just before he came. “Ohhhh…!” His knees buckled and he shot out a hand to grip the door frame of the entrance to his room. “What the fuck?” He gasped, trying to hold himself back from the edge.
He felt Lord Dio’s hands on his shoulders. “You’re so close. Right at the door. I’m sure you can make it,” the vampire purred into his ear.
He could feel Lord Dio’s erection poking against him. His master was aroused by him, Lord Dio wanted him. He was saying such encouraging words…
No! Lord Dio was going to reward him if he made it. He needed to focus. He needed…
He got an idea. He was not going to get his deposit back on this room.
He manifested Cream, letting the Stand take him in and then using the void to power through the door.
When he was done and standing in his room, surveying the huge hole in both the door and wall, Lord Dio kicked the bottom of the door open and stepped in. “So that’s how you do it…you function like a black hole.”
Vanilla Ice nodded. “Yes, now my reward.”
Lord Dio chuckled. “I dislike your impatience, but a deal is a deal.” He shrugged out of the jacket he’d been wearing. “Lead me to your bed.”
Vanilla Ice did as he was told, kicking drywall and debris aside as he did. The bed was a bit small for two men of their dimensions, but it would have to do. “I’m sorry the bed isn’t as luxurious as you’re probably used to-”
“It’s perfect.” Lord Dio whispered, grabbing his face. “I grew up sleeping on cold, hardwood floors. I can handle a full mattress.”
The kiss Lord Dio pulled him into was a lot softer than their first. He felt the vampire’s thumbs run over his cheeks, and his heart melted. He had never been a romantic, considering the culture he had been raised in. But if love at first sight existed, then Vanilla Ice had experienced it.
As Lord Dio kissed him, he felt the other man pushing him towards the bed, holding his waist with a gentleness no one had ever shown him before.
Lord Dio laughed as his kisses were interrupted by them falling back onto the bed. “You’re mine, my beautiful servant.” He whispered, and before Vanilla Ice could protest his shirt was ripped open. “Powerful enough to harness the void itself…” He kissed Ice’s chest as he began to unbutton the human’s pants.
“Lord Dio…I’m glad I could be worth something to you.” He managed to get out as he panted, breathless of the cool kisses down his body. “No one’s ever cared about me or called me their favorite before…” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut as those sharp teeth tugged at his nipple.
He heard the pop of a cap being opened and opened his eyes. Lord Dio was squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, and he could see his box of condoms next to him on his bed. “How did you do that?” Did he summon them?
“They were where most people keep these sorts of things, in your nightstand drawer.” Lord Dio shrugged. “I took the liberty of getting them to be more efficient.” The vampire had managed to take off Ice’s pants and boxers without much of a struggle, although he carelessly tossed them on the floor.
He felt a finger rubbing at his hole, and all questions regarding Lord Dio’s abilities went out the window. “Lord Dio…” He breathed as a thick finger slipped inside.
“Apologies, these fucking hands have sausage fingers. No wonder Jonathan was such a klutz…”
“What?”
Lord Dio noticed his confused look. “This isn’t my actual body. I stole it from someone.” He pulled down the collar of the shirt he’d been wearing to reveal a scar that appeared to run along the circumference of Lord Dio’s neck.
“Oh…kay…” Vanilla Ice mumbled. “I don’t mind the fingers.” He mumbled, laying his head back and trying to relax as his master worked him open.
“Excellent.” Lord Dio frowned in concentration. “You aren’t moaning anymore…” He mumbled after he’d managed to work a second finger in.
“It feels nice. I haven’t been penetrated in a bit, so the feeling is good.” Vanilla Ice mumbled. “You could attempt to find my prostate.”
“Your what?” The vampire mumbled, eyes widening.
Vanilla Ice opened his eyes and looked at Lord Dio. “Your prostate. It’s a gland that a man has that if you…stimulate feels very good.”
“And stimulating it is done via the…asshole…” Lord Dio mumbled to himself, as if trying to put the pieces together of a difficult puzzle.
“Have you never…done that to yourself before?” Vanilla Ice asked.
Lord Dio stared at him with wide eyes, despite his suaveness earlier, he seemed to be floundering now. “No?”
“Have you never been with a man before?”
There was a long stretch of silence where the two men just stared at each other. “I’ve had sex before,” Lord Dio stated.
“With a man?”
“I have had sex as a man, yes.”
“No, with a man.” Maybe this was a language issue, Lord Dio had said learning Russian had been difficult for him.
“I have had sex. And I am a man.”
Vanilla Ice closed his eyes. “I’m guessing that means you're bisexual?”
“I haven’t the slightest clue what that means.”
It seemed the vampire’s knowledge regarding sexuality was a bit outdated. “Okay, that’s perfectly fine.” Vanilla Ice smiled. “Your pleasure is the priority, Lord Dio.”
Lord Dio did not like that answer. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and he bared his teeth a bit. “No! Now I have to find this prostate!”
Vanilla Ice grimaced a bit as the vampire began poking around his asshole. Well, at least he would be stretched enough to take the man’s cock. He let his head fall back and tried to focus.
“Ah!” He gasped as the vampire finally hit the target, and then immediately missed it afterwards. “No, go back, it was there!” He breathed.
Lord Dio swore in English (Vanilla Ice didn’t speak English, but he could recognize the vampire’s tone). “Hold on!” He grunted.
Vanilla Ice looked down at him, and the vampire was naked. When did he get the chance to take off his clothes? “Please don’t frustrate yourself on my behalf.” He mumbled.
“Shut up! Just shut up!” Lord Dio hissed.
“Lord Dio, it’s really not-ahhh!” Ice’s head fell back as Lord Dio finally hit the spot again.
This time, his new lover was paying attention, and now focused on it as he worked the human up to a third finger. Ice moaned and squirmed at the stimulation.
When he managed to open his eyes enough to look down at his master, the man had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. “I told you! You doubted me again. I’m very disappointed, liubimiy .”
“No…Lord Diooo…” He whimpered, his back arching.
“I do believe you should be stretched enough to comfortably receive my cock,” Lord Dio declared, smirking. His cock was definitely fitting of a man who was six foot five, it was long and girthy. The tip was flushed an angry red with a bead of precome at its tip.
“Dear god, you’re going to break me in half…” Vanilla Ice mumbled. He had a vague thought in the back of his mind where he wondered what Lord Dio’s original cock looked like, but that wasn’t relevant right now.
He whimpered as he felt the thick tip rubbing at his stretched hole. “Make sure to put lube on it before going in.” Vanilla Ice mumbled.
“Shit.” Lord Dio grunted, and he heard the cap of the lube popping open again.
Vanilla Ice wrapped his legs around the vampire. “Relax, you already got me to come once. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, whatever you do this is going to be the best night of my life.” Perhaps Lord Dio required an ego stroke to ease his nerves.
The vampire met his eyes, his furrowed eyebrows relaxing. “Of course…” Ice could feel his cock pressing against his hole again. “I simply wanted to give you your reward, a servant of your caliber deserves to be rewarded generously,” he purred as he began to slowly ease his cock in.
Vanilla Ice exhaled as he tried to comfortably take in the girth. Despite Lord Dio’s stretching, he felt an ache at the strain. “So full…” He whispered, closing his eyes.
Lord Dio chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He could feel the vampire’s arms shaking as he pinned Ice’s arms above his head. “It’s so fucking tight…” He began rolling his hips.
Vanilla Ice winced, but the stretch and burn felt satisfying and mixed with pleasure. “I’m glad that my body pleases you, Lord Dio.”
Lord Dio huffed out a laugh. “You submitted to me so easily, without any resistance or question. It feels a bit too easy…” His nails dug into the meat of his forearms, cutting into the flesh. He’d never been one for things like cutting, but when Lord Dio began to lick at the welts he left it made his cock twitch.
“Nobody ever wanted me before,” Ice whispered, closing his eyes to focus on relaxing for his master’s cock. The vampire had begun thrusting into him harder, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to get used to its girth.
“No one? Not even a lover or a friend?”
“Never had any of those.” Vanilla Ice mumbled. “My parents weren’t particularly affectionate either, I was never enough for them. Never strong enough, never smart enough, never…straight enough.”
“Ohhh, what a tragedy…” Despite his words being sympathetic, there was an odd sense of joy in his tone. “You’re my liubimiy now, my loyal servant. You can put them all behind you.”
Ice shivered at the pet name, his arms struggling against the vampire’s hands. “Lord Dio…”
“Yes.” Lord Dio breathed, his hips moving faster. “I’m your master.”
“Ohh god…” Ice moaned as the new pace was punishing his prostate. There was no missing that gland inside of him with that huge dick, but the faster pace was making it hard to think. “Fuck, Lord Dio…”
Lord Dio grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “You’ll never give yourself to anyone else. Only me. Your loyalty is mine alone.”
“Yes!” Vanilla Ice cried out, eyes falling shut. “Lord Dio, please touch me!” His cock had gotten barely any attention the entire time they’d been fucking, only the erect tip brushed against Lord Dio’s firm stomach, smearing precum over the vampires porcelain skin.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” The vampire hummed. “You simply wanted me inside of you. You never said anything about jerking you off.”
“No!” Vanilla Ice protested, attempting to push his hips against Lord Dio’s stomach.
He felt a bruising grip on his hip bones, pinning him to the bed. “Such an insolent servant. Now I really won’t let you come.” Lord Dio chuckled softly.
Ice squeezed his eyes shut and whined. “Fuck…” These faster thrusts were driving him crazy, he felt like his cock was going to explode if it wasn’t touched. “Forgive me, Lord Dio. Please…”
“You’ve made your bed, Vanilla Ice. Now lie in it.” That name again. It resonated in his mind, making him whimper.
“Nooo…” the human whined, his back arching as he squirmed under the vampire’s hands. The only thing that earned him, however, were new welts on his hips from Lord Dio’s nails. “Fuck!” The pain added to the pleasure, driving him crazy.
“Are you close, liubimiy ? Will you come untouched like a little cockslut?” Lord Dio whispered in his ear before nipping at his earlobe. He moved his hands from Ice’s hips to hold his thighs up higher.
Vanilla Ice cried out at the new angle, his eyes rolling back. “Yes! Yes Lord Dio!” He was so close. Just a little bit more, and he’d be over the edge.
“Of course you will,” Lord Dio grunted, his voice shaking. “You’ll come for me, and only me, from now on.”
“I will!”
“Fuck…” Lord Dio moaned. Ice managed to open his eyes enough to see that the vampire had let his head fall back, his mouth hanging open as he let out breathy moans.
He was so beautiful. Like a renaissance painting of some Greek god, in the throes of pure pleasure. And Vanilla Ice was causing him to make those sounds. He was the one making Lord Dio’s gorgeous features twist in ecstasy.
It was all too much. The massive cock pounding into his prostate at the perfect angle, the beautiful man hurting him in all the right ways. Vanilla Ice felt his orgasm hit him like a freight train, and he wailed as it washed over him. His hands fisted in his sheets (he didn’t dare touch Lord Dio without permission), his back arched, his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck!” Lord Dio hissed, his rhythm becoming erratic and fevered. It took Ice a moment to realize that they were coming together, and it made his body spasm and shake more violently.
Lord Dio rode out his orgasm, giving Ice a few slow, shallow thrusts before laying against his chest.
After a minute of the only sound being their breathing, Ice finally spoke. “Why do you call me that? Vanilla Ice?”
Lord Dio chuckled. “I’m not sure, it was a bit spontaneous if I’m being honest. It sounded good in my mind, what with you being from Siberia and all.” He mumbled against Ice’s chest, and he shivered at the cool air of the vampire’s breath.
Ice nodded. “I like it. It’s the name you’ve given me.”
Lord Dio finally began to push himself up onto his elbows. He smiled a bit at the human. “It sounds a bit silly, don’t you think?”
“No. You gave me that name, my old one doesn’t matter anymore.” Ice smiled back at him.
Lord Dio pulled out of him, then tied off the condom, tossing it into the small trash can near the bed. “If you insist.”
Vanilla Ice had never let any of the men who fucked him sleep in his bed. He’d held any of his one night stands at arm’s length whenever they weren’t having sex, and he’d considered it better that way. Safer. But when Lord Dio wrapped his strong arms around him, he felt peace and comfort that he hadn’t felt since he was a small child. He nuzzled the vampire’s neck as he began to doze off.