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  Stocking Stuffer: Christmas Cookie

  Elizabeth Jewell

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  Copyright ©2006 Elizabeth Jewell

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  Christmas Cookie

  Every Christmas, Glynna made cookies. Brandt had never figured out why, since vampires couldn’t actually taste cookies. The smell, though…

  For the first few decades they’d been together, it had made him crazy. All the cinnamon and ginger and nutmeg had made him queasy. But baking made Glynna happy, so after about fifty years he’d finally quit bitching.

  Now, another forty years down the road, he’d started to like it. So when he headed into the house with Glynna’s Christmas present, the pervasive, spicy smell made him feel more festive than nauseated.

  The Christmas present wasn’t of the same mind. He grimaced and squeezed his nose shut. “God. What the hell is that smell?”

  Brandt smacked him in the back of his short-cropped blond head. “Shut up. Glynna’s cooking. You don’t want to hurt her feelings.”

  “Ow.” Erik rubbed his head where Brandt had hit him. “Jeez. Whatever.”

  “Sit down and shut up.” Brandt pointed to the couch.

  Grumbling, Erik flopped into the chair. He rubbed his neck, where a web of white scars marked his skin just above his jugular. Erik was human, a dedicated bite junkie who wore his habit like a fashion statement. He should like the smell of cookies baking, Brandt thought. If he didn’t… well, it had never occurred to Brandt that Glynna might just be doing it wrong.

  Glynna bustled out of the kitchen, her black apron dusted with flour. She smiled at the two men, then went to Brandt and kissed him on the cheek. She glanced sidelong at Erik. “Who’s this?”

  Brandt gave the younger man a feral smile. “This, my dear, is your Christmas present.”

  He got her the same thing every year in some form or another, and had most of the time they’d been together. In the old days, the unlucky “present” rarely made it out alive. But they’d mellowed since then. Now he found willing victims, and more often than not they ended up singing carols or drinking cider together afterward.

  This time he’d found an especially tasty offering.

  At Brandt’s clarification, Glynna’s soft hausfrau look changed abruptly. She took the young man in, shrewd gaze sweeping up and down his body. “Really?”

  “Yes.” Brandt stepped to the couch and looked down at Erik, who was slumped in the cushions, looking defiant. “He comes highly recommended.”

  “Does he? By whom?”

  “Marcus.”

  Glynna nodded, her smile turning predatory. “Very nice.” She stepped to the couch and ran her hand through the young man’s short-cropped hair. Her finger moved down the side of his face, touched the scars on his neck. “You’ll do anything for a bite, won’t you?”

  He didn’t answer, but hunger flashed in his eyes. Glynna chuckled, then smiled up at Brandt. “He’s certainly pretty enough.”

  Brandt nodded smugly. “I knew you’d like him.”

  He’d seen Erik before -- they all had, at one time or another -- but without the highly territorial Marcus hovering over him, the young man with the pouty mouth was a lot more interesting. He had a certain swagger Brandt found appealing, a little curl to that mouth, a sort of impudent challenge. He had to admit, he’d had thoughts about that mouth, mostly involving those full lips wrapped around his cock. But Marcus kept him on a tight leash. Brandt had paid through the nose for the privilege of bringing Erik home to Glynna, and he planned to take full advantage of the situation.

  Glynna returned his smug look with one of her own, and he knew she knew what he was thinking. Seeing the exchange of smirks, Erik rolled his eyes.

  “Where’s the bathroom?” he groused.

  Brandt pointed. “Not that we ever use it.”

  Erik pushed himself to his feet. “Just so it’s clean.” He headed for the indicated door, rubbing his neck again. Brandt knew he was aching for the bite, probably getting impatient with the way he and Glynna were toying with him.

  Good. Brandt liked that.

  Glynna brushed the flour off her dress and straightened her dark hair. “He’s very nice. You did well.”

  “Of course I did.”

  “You know what I’ll want.” She ran her finger over his lips as he smiled. Her gray-blue eyes sparkled at him wickedly. “You up for that?”

  He looked down where his cock was already hardening against his zipper. “Looks like it.”

  Chuckling, she kissed him again, more thoroughly this time.

  “God. Get a room.” Erik had emerged from the bathroom and made a face as Glynna gave Brandt’s mouth a long lick.

  “Smartass.” Brandt turned and looked Erik up and down. The younger man was tall, wide at the shoulder, narrow at the hip, his body trim and sweet, his eyes green.

  “Yep.” Holding Brandt’s gaze, Erik sank back onto the couch.

  “So.” Brandt eyed Erik narrowly. The younger man met the evaluating regard with a twitch of eyebrow and lip that made Brandt, quite honestly, hard. “Marcus says you’re a good little cocksucker. That true?”

  Erik leaned back, arms folded over his chest. Arrogant little shit. Brandt had half a mind to tie him up and take a paddle to his ass.

  “Haven’t heard him complain,” Erik answered.

  “Good. You gonna suck my cock, then?”

  Erik twitched an eyebrow. “You gonna give me what I want?”

  God. Just the thought of getting this boy under control…

  Glynna chuckled. “I think maybe you should suck his cock first. What do you think, Brandt?”

  Brandt looked at Glynna, who had that evil glint in her eyes. She looked like some sort of succubus, gray eyes gleaming, full mouth smirking with just a hint of teeth. “Yeah, I think that’s about right.” Brandt reached for his belt. “On your knees and suck it.”

  Erik looked straight at him, chin tipped up in blatant defiance. Glynna chuckled again and shook her head. Brandt met Erik’s look, held it, and then felt his own mouth pull sideways into a smirk.

  “I think you’re gonna do it,” he said, his voice silky, and suddenly he knew with unarguable certainty that Erik not only was going to, but that he wanted to. His green eyes, in spite of the defiant tilt to his chin, had grayed with lust. It was all Brandt could do not to look down to check the young man’s bulge. He would have just grabbed it, but if he did, he was pretty sure Erik would lock up and back off, and then there would be no chance of having that sweet mouth su
ck him off.

  So he just kept his eyes locked to Erik’s and said, “You chicken?”

  “No fucking way.”

  “I didn’t think so.” His hands moved again to his belt.

  “Wait.” This was Glynna. Brandt turned to see why the fuck Glynna was delaying the cocksucking. Erik, too, watched to see what was up as Glynna moved across the living room to adjust the standing mirror against the opposite wall. “There,” she said, backing up until her view of the mirror, and their reflections in it, was unimpeded. From the expression on Erik’s face -- a slight eye-roll, a tolerant half-smile -- Brandt got the impression he’d dealt with this fetish before. Maybe Marcus liked mirrors, too. Ironically, most vampires had a weird fascination with them.

  Shrugging, Brandt continued to unfasten his pants. To his surprise, Erik went to his knees and took over.

  His hands were square and blunt. The callused fingers brushed across the backs of Brandt’s hands, moving them aside, managing to linger a moment before moving to his belt, his zipper. Knuckles brushed his erection as fingers peeled back denim.

  Then that mouth opened, lips full, jaw lax and ready, a blowjob mouth if Brandt had ever seen one, and closed on the head of his cock.

  He sucked a breath through his teeth at the warm, wet contact. His head went back a bit, aligning his gaze with the mirror. Glynna was watching the glass intently. Brandt’s reflection was muddied and indistinct; vampires reflected, but not well. Erik, though, reflected clean and clear. On his knees, eyes half-shut, he appeared to be fellating a ghost.

  Suddenly Erik shifted, and Brandt jumped, distracted from the mirror. “God.” The word burst out of him. Erik had sucked him down hard, deep-throating him -- not the easiest of tasks, given Brandt’s size.

  The little shit laughed. The chuckle vibrated against the head of Brandt’s cock, making his hips jerk. Looking down, he saw the green eyes glint mockingly. He grabbed Erik’s hair and yanked his head to one side, angling him the way he liked it. Erik’s hands went behind him, fingers digging into his ass, and Glynna laughed.

  “Gotta watch him, love. Keep him under control.” She turned from the mirror to watch the real thing rather than the half-muddied reflection, then looked back at the glass. “Fuck his mouth.”

  Brandt met Glynna’s indistinct, wavery gaze in the mirror. Glynna grinned and nodded. Of course she wanted to be in charge of the show. She always did.

  He looked back at Erik. The younger man’s mouth was too stuffed full of cock for him to speak, but defiance sparked in his eyes and his jaw shifted, drawing Brandt even further down his throat.

  The sudden movement made Brandt fight to maintain control. This kid had him right on the edge of disgracing himself, and no way was he going to do that. Especially not in front of Glynna, who was rooted to the mirror, watching everything with rapt attention.

  Brandt’s fingers tightened in Erik’s hair, and Erik had the decency to flinch a little, which made Brandt’s balls draw up hard. With Glynna’s order echoing in his head, he shoved into Erik’s mouth, felt him gag and gave a tight, feral smirk at the sound. He thrust again, harder, watching Erik struggle with the length and thickness of his cock. Teeth slid over his skin, almost past the point of acceptability.

  “Careful,” Brandt muttered.

  “Make him come,” said Glynna.

  Brandt glared at her in the mirror, his eyes reflecting clearly for a split second, then fading back into the muddied blur that made up the rest of him. Glynna just laughed, meeting the disappearing glare for a moment before looking back down at Brandt’s cock, still thrusting into Erik’s mouth.

  Following Glynna’s gaze, Brandt took in Erik’s bobbing head, the sight of his own dick plunging in and out of the circle of those full lips. Even the unclear reflection showed him everything he wanted to see. His body started to clench.

  Then, out of nowhere, Erik shoved a finger up his ass, and it was all over.

  “Shit.” He started to pull back, but Erik grabbed his ass with his free hand and jerked him closer, swallowing as Brandt’s orgasm wrenched out, blunt nails digging into Brandt’s flesh. Brandt grabbed Erik’s face and just held him there. He hadn’t come this hard in a long time.

  A vague noise caught his attention as he began to ease down from the intense climax. Glynna was rubbing herself through the fabric of her dress, her eyes still locked on the mirror. Brandt watched, hands finally loosening on Erik’s head. Erik eased back, still tonguing Brandt’s cock even as it softened and slipped out of his mouth.

  Glynna made a low gasp; it hadn’t taken her long to finish once she’d gotten started. Erik leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Anything else?” He looked straight at Brandt as he said it.

  “No,” said Glynna. “You don’t ask him. You ask me. You’re my Christmas present, not his.”

  “Fine.” Erik levered himself to his feet, his expression resigned. Brandt could see the hard outline of his erection behind his fly. “Can I have a beer, then?”

  Brandt smiled at Glynna, suspecting what she had in mind. He tucked himself back into his pants and yanked the zipper up.

  “Not yet,” Glynna replied. “You have a bit more work to do. Then perhaps --” She made a lewd and blatant gesture toward Erik’s obvious erection. “-- we’ll see about tending to that.”

  Brandt nodded. “That sounds about right.”

  With a thin, sensual smirk, Glynna moved to the side table, her movements sleek and easy. She opened the drawer and took out a handful of braided silk ropes.

  It was Brandt’s turn to watch now, as Glynna sidled up to Erik, the ropes swinging loosely from her hand. Erik eyed her speculatively. “What now?” he asked, his voice sullen.

  Glynna didn’t answer. Instead she laid a hand on his shoulder, drew him toward her, and licked his neck.

  He shuddered, his eyes drifting half shut with arousal. When Glynna moved behind him to tie his wrists together, he made no protest. Brandt smiled at the way she’d teased him with her silent promise of the coming bite.

  Tying off the last knot and making sure the bonds were secure, Glynna gave Brandt a sidelong smirk. “Are you ready to go again?”

  Brandt smirked back. “Always.”

  “I thought so.” She took Erik by his bound wrists and led him to the couch. She took a seat, then reached up to him, drawing him down by his shirt. He didn’t resist, responding immediately to the slight tug.

  Dropping to his knees in front of her, he asked, “Why’d you tie me up?”

  She leaned toward him, her breasts plumping against his chest while her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him tight into the V of her thighs. “Because it’s fun. Don’t you like it?”

  Something close to a smile twitched those full, lovely lips. Brandt grinned. He’d been right about Erik. The young man enjoyed the game as much as the bite. And Glynna was good at the game.

  “Can’t say I hate it,” Erik admitted. With a sidelong, almost challenging glance at Brandt, he leaned toward Glynna and kissed her.

  Glynna laughed against that full, luscious mouth and wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck. The twinge of jealousy made Brandt hard, and he took another step closer to the two of them.

  “Bring it on,” Erik muttered, and plunged back into the kiss.

  Brandt had barely taken time to pull his pants back up and tuck himself into them after the blowjob. Now his cock was stiffening again, and he pushed his jeans and underwear back down his hips, moving to kneel behind Erik. The muscles of the young man’s ass clenched as Brandt cupped his hip, but his shoulders squared. Everything about him walked that line between defiant and subservient. The combination made Brandt want to fuck him unconscious.

  Glynna reached between them. Brandt heard the clatter of the buckle opening, then the slide of his zipper. He reached around Erik’s hips to brush his fingers past Glynna’s and open Erik’s fly. As he moved closer, the younger man’s bound hands pressed against Brandt’s erection. The fingers
tightened, and Brandt grunted his surprise. Erik squeezed a little tighter.

  “Watch it…” Brandt squeezed Erik’s cock, as well. For a moment there was a standoff, then Erik laughed and turned his grip on the vampire’s genitals into a caress. “Much better,” said Brandt, as warmth spread up his belly, down into his thighs. He moved Erik’s bound hands up out of the way, settling them at the small of Erik’s back, and pushed the young man’s jeans down.

  Glynna, in the mean time, had drawn her dress up to her waist, exposing bare thighs, a soft wedge of dark hair between them. She wore no panties. Glynna didn’t believe in panties. She curled her fingers around Erik’s cock while Brandt watched over the younger man’s shoulder. The big vampire slid a hand between Erik’s thighs, fingers brushing the back of his balls.

  “What do you think?” Glynna asked. She rubbed Erik’s cock against her thigh. “You want inside, don’t you?”

  “Wouldn’t say no,” Erik answered, his voice a little breathless.

  Brandt pressed Erik’s ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. “Maybe I want inside, too.”

  “God…” Erik swallowed, his head tilting back toward Brandt. The tip of Brandt’s finger played with his hole. Erik’s muscles relax automatically at Brandt’s touch; he’d been entered before. Not that Brandt was surprised -- he knew Marcus’s tastes.

  Digging lube out of a drawer in the side table next to the couch, he squeezed some out onto his hand, easing his fingers over Erik’s entrance again, letting his index finger slip slightly inside. “Would you say no to that?” Brandt asked.

  Erik shook his head almost frantically. “No. No.”

  “Good.” His finger slid deeper. “You take her, I take you. Does that seem fair?”

  Erik nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “I like the sound of that,” Glynna agreed. She lifted her legs, giving Erik better access, and pressed her pussy against his cock. Brandt felt Erik’s hips twitch, jerking toward Glynna. “Kiss me.”

  A bit too eagerly for Brandt’s taste, Erik pressed his lips against Glynna’s. A spear of jealousy shot through Brandt as Glynna opened her mouth to the younger man. He could see their tongues press together, hear the soft sounds as Erik explored Glynna’s mouth. The hot knife of jealousy spurred his lust. He pushed his cock against Erik’s lubed entrance, wedged the head inside.