The Seer (boyXboy)

©Jenny Bertel

I had always been a little too cocky for my own good. Born into world divided by religion, fear and the desire for power and profit I was destine to be a law keeper. I was a young man, only twenty seven and I had already failed in my assigned role. I was secretly aiding rebels, taking bribes and fixing it so the guilty got away with their crimes, their crimes generally being thinking freely and wanting peace or freedom. So far I had done well hiding my double life.

I had seen what happened when they suspected you of treason. You were taken to the seer. The seer could tell if you were lying, if you were hiding something dark. If the seer discovered your treachery you were dead.

Their oracle was nothing more than a vampire in chains. Vampires were mostly eradicated a century ago but they had their uses. Pity werewolves had proven too unstable to control, they were all gone now. I would have liked to see an actual live werewolf.

When the time came I was finally exposed and my loyalty questioned I was locked in a cell awaiting the fall of night when I would be taken to the seer and I knew I would be sucked dry as soon as it saw into my head.

A soldier came just after dark and shackled me. I was led down a long corridor to a room just outside the interrogation area. There were two men and a woman ahead of me. The first man went in and after what seemed like a long time he was brought out in a body bag and carried past us.

The woman was lucky she was reported honest and innocent and released, the second man was not. There was much screaming from the chamber and then silence. I felt a cold hard pain of dread deep inside my stomach as I was called in.

I was honestly not sure if the oracle was male or female. The vampire was undeniably beautiful no matter what its gender. Chains rang softly against the stone floor as it approached me on pale, bare feet. The face was smooth, soft and lovely but it had a hard edge to it. I wouldn't say masculine but not exactly feminine. Green eyes that had almost lost their color altogether stared at me from under a veil of thick black hair. The body was rather male, flat chest showing from a partially open red robe. Muscles were thick yet not powerful so much as flowing, curvaceous. Long legs stepped from shadow, feet soundless on the bloodstained floor.

"Come to me young one." The voice was male, rather deep. I realized as he drew much closer he was a male just very soft, very beautiful. His faded green eyes regarded me thoughtfully.

He tilted his head at me. "You fear me. Only the guilty need fear me." He stated. He opened his arms. "Come." He said firmly. A soldier jabbed me in the back with his gun. I finally stood, walking very slow. I knew they were my last steps. I would be drained and my body discarded.

The tall pale vampire pulled me very gently into his arms. "Shh, relax. Just clear your head and let me in." He whispered as he lowered his mouth to my neck. I gasped as fangs pierced my flesh. Pictures began to flash through my head. His arms tightened around me.

I couldn't stop the visions that came. Me accepting bribes, my casual disregard for the pious lying shits that ran my life. My lies, my betrayal. He saw it all.

He pulled back suddenly, blood trickled down my shirt and he sucked in a sharp breath. He licked my blood from his lip and fangs as he stared into my eyes. He was breathing a little fast. I never knew vampires could get winded. I realized I was no longer holding myself up, he alone held my weight with the arm around my back. He steadied me gently and released me from his embrace.

His eyes were pained, confused. He touched my face very briefly then looked up at the three judges who sat silently watching. "He is innocent." He stated. I knew he had seen my guilt. He should have drained me dry and let my body fall at his feet.

My shackles were removed and I was allowed to go. The vampire and I gave each other a brief look and then I made my leave quickly.

Days passed and my thoughts stayed with the oracle. He was haunting, beautiful and he had lied to protect me. He did not even know me.

I found my chance to speak with him again when I was asked if I would feed him, there were no prisoners waiting and he had told them he liked my blood. I agreed and was led to the chamber he occupied when he was not conducting trials.

He lounged on a large bed draped in white satin. As always chains ran from his ankles to the wall. When I entered the chamber and the door closed he sat up and smiled at me gently. He patted the bed next to him. "Come, sit." He said softly.

I sat down next to him and removed my jacket. He smiled at me, touching my cheek. "Why?" I said.

He pressed two fingers to my lips. "Hush young one." He whispered.

He pulled me into his arms and I felt his lips brush my neck very softly. My skin chilled. "The thoughts in their heads are usually ranting, begging. Please don't let it touch me, the fear is suffocating. They are screaming inside to be spared from this monster. You thought only, if I must die at least I die in the arms of this beautiful victim. You saw me as oppressed and mistreated. You felt sadness for me even as you thought I was about to take your life. You found me beautiful. I tasted your fear and it tasted like acceptance and desire." He whispered very low against my ear

I shivered in his arms. Twisting my head I brought my mouth very close to his. Fingers ran through my hair and I sighed. I tilted my head back and let him sink his fangs into me. Pictures flashed but they were not all mine this time. I saw him captured, enslaved. They had nearly killed him to get him under control. He was helpless to leave now. They kept him weak and chained, controlled him with electricity and hunger. He was called a seer...an oracle but he was just a slave.

I wrapped my arms around him and sighed as he drank. When he was satisfied he withdrew and looked down into my eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asked gently, soft and polite. I nodded, I had never been interested in a man but I wanted him. He pulled my mouth to his. His lips were soft but the kiss was tense with unreleased passion. He pushed me back on the bed and forced his way into my mouth, though I gave no real resistance. I worked back at his kiss and we were soon feeding our excitement into each other. His hands began to slide under my shirt and I was shaking.

He pulled at my pants until the button gave and I whimpered, suddenly feeling some fear. "Shh, just feel me, I feel you. Simon...it's been so long. So long since someone wanted to be in my arms rather than being forced there. I've been alone for so long." He whispered as he opened his robe and our bare flesh was pressed together.

He was between my legs but he didn't want inside my body exactly. We were both hard, both pulling each other harder into the other. Our kisses became heated, tasting of blood. Still it was inside my mind we were merging. Colors crashed into each other, our hearts and breath synchronized. The feeling was sex, passionate, rough and so good I wanted to cry but he never penetrated me nor I him. It was all astral. When it was over I lay I his arms and I was full of love, peace. I wanted to stay there in his arms.

Eventually I had to get dressed and leave. He took my hand and looked up into my eyes. "Thank you Simon." He said softly. I leaned down and kissed his lips gently. "I will free you. Soon." I whispered very low against his mouth. He smiled.

"I know you will Simon, I saw it...and I cannot wait until I am yours, no longer theirs." He stated. I let my hand slide slowly from his and I left the chamber. Touching my lips softly with my fingertips I sighed. Well...it looked as if I was about to embark on my next reckless crusade. This time however I would not be alone. I had a feeling I would never be alone again.