CHAPTER FOUR

The rest of the ride passed in dead silence. Jordan spent the time lost in despondency and manic desperation, trying to find something, anything, of value he could trade for their lives.

He had to squash the urge to have a complete screaming meltdown. He couldn't afford for Chaus to do to him what he'd done to Allen. One of them had to be in their right mind if they had any chance of escape.

The night sky was still dark as they drove, and he turned to look out his window. His attention was caught by the bright neon lights of downtown, the hustle and bustle of pedestrians, the shrill scream of horns from cabbies—life in general; a life he no longer had, according to the thing that sat next to him.

"Why?"

he asked. Suddenly he had to know the reason he and Allen were caught up in this situation.

"Why what?"

Chaus answered. "And remember what I told you. Last warning."

Jordan refused to turn away from the window. It was a small resistance, a tiny snub to the control the vampire had over him, but it was the best he could do, and it felt good.

"Why Allen and me, sir?"

Jordan hated that damn word now. The taste of it on his tongue was foul. "Or were you just looking for any warm body?"

When no answer was forthcoming Jordan finally dragged his attention from the uninteresting view outside his window. He turned his head to look at Chaus. Jordan repressed the urge to shudder. Chaus hadn't changed back to human. No, those odd pale blue eyes and fangs were there to stay, it seemed.

"Better."

Chaus nodded. "Why, you ask? I could say because. Because I can. But that wouldn't be totally true. Do you know how old I am, Jordan? I walked the Earth before Christ was born. That's a damn long time even for something like me to exist. And in that time, I've had many lovers, but none were good enough to be my mate."

Jordan's eyes widened. Chaus's age was shocking, but holy shit, had Chaus seen the crucifixion? Had that really happened? But in Jordan's mind, the real surprise was he'd revealed a need. "You're lonely."

"Very much so."

Chaus tilted his head, his look thoughtful. "But not just anyone will do. The one I take as mate will be with me for eternity. Mine to do with as I please."

Jordan's mouth fell open. He'd assumed both he and Allen would die, but this, this was more than he expected. How much worse could things get? Plaything to this creature, or death? Which fate was worse?

"You're going to kill one of us and take the other as your mate?"

Chaus didn't answer as Allen drove them through downtown and out to the warehouse district near the waterfront.

"Take me,"

Jordan whispered, astonished at his own words. "Please, Chaus, sir. Allen isn't as strong willed as me. If you want someone to torture, then take me. I may bend, but I will never completely break, no matter what you say."

Chaus studied the man across from him. "You think being my mate is better than being dead?"

Jordan took a deep breath, then sealed his fate as far as he was concerned. "No. The opposite, in fact. I think death, which I will probably yearn for, is a release I'll never have as your mate."

"You are sacrificing yourself."

Chaus pursed his lips. "How very interesting, and a surprise coming from one such as you. You love Allen deeply, don't you? Probably the only human in creation you are capable of loving."

"I do, yes. He's my brother."

Jordan shoved what he felt for his brother away. "I'll beg, Chaus, of my own free will, if need be. Just please, give him death. Let me be the one to suffer eternity at your hands. Take me."

Allen pulled up to an old, refurbished warehouse near the waterfront and typed in the access code. The heavy gate screeched open, and Allen pulled through to the underground parking area. Jordan noticed security cameras all over the place. The warehouse might look old, but it was secure.

Chaus sat next to Jordan, a slight smile on his face. "No."

Jordan's chest locked up, and something—were those tears in his eyes? The last time he remembered crying was a lifetime ago when he was a child. "I'll give you anything, do anything, but please—"

"You already have."

Chaus touched Jordan's cheek then stared at the front seat. "Allen? Let's go."

"Wh-what?"

Confused, Jordan clutched Chaus's hand.

Chaus waited until Allen opened the rear passenger door, then stood up and helped Jordan out of the car, their hands still linked. "I said, you already have. You've given me your honesty. So I'm going to give you honesty in return. Allen, come here. Take Jordan's arm."

"Yes, sir."

Allen stepped forward and grasped Jordan's arm. The touch wasn't painful, but it was firm. The three of them were now connected.

Chaus smiled at the pair as a cold wind swept through the parking area, ruffling his long hair. "I'm going to bring your darkest desires out and make you face them. I know what you want, what the both of you want. And I'm going to make you face those desires."

"But what about—"

Chaus, their fingers still linked, placed his finger on Jordan's lips. "All in good time, sweetie."

He glanced at Allen. "Bring him along, Allen."

Jordan, with his brother tightly holding his arm, followed Chaus into the darkness.

Chaus led them down a long corridor that seemed to go on for miles. Every corner of the place was wired for protection. Chaus entered a code to unlock gated doorways twice before they came to the end of the passageway.

There, at the end of the hall, was a door. But not just any door; this was a bank vault security door. The thing was huge, had all sorts of mechanisms, and it was large enough they could enter the room beyond without stooping.

After Chaus unlocked the monstrosity, he stepped back and let Allen escort Jordan inside. He followed them in and clicked on the lights. Certain areas were highlighted by track lighting, but there was also industrial style lighting in the ceiling.

The area was completely open, spacious, and easily as big as Jordan's penthouse apartment. The walls were done in a deep matte gray with chrome and glass floor to ceiling cabinets down one wall.

There was a small sitting area at the back of the space with a black leather couch and a giant TV. Near that was a bed that defied imagination in its size. The thing was massive.

It was custom made, of that Jordan had no doubt. Definitely large enough for three men to sleep on. The comforter was done in a paint splatter pattern with black, smoky grays, and light blues. End tables, both near the bed and the sitting area, were ultra-modern. The lamps were of the same design.

Everything in the back part of the room was sleek, had clean lines, and was very modern, very expensive. Not far from the bed was a shower done in veined black marble. There was no door, and the shower and vanity were done in the same ultra sleek design.

But what was in front of him—the floor to ceiling cabinets filled with every toy he could dream up, the St. Andrew's Cross, the spanking bench, the table that looked like a doctor's exam table, chains that hung from the ceiling, the swing—this was a dungeon whose owner was serious in his pursuit of the BDSM lifestyle. There wasn't a single window in sight. The only way in, or out, was through that huge ass vault door.

There was no escape.

"Welcome home."

The massive door closed behind them. "Walk to the bed, my pets."

Allen seized Jordan's hand and pulled him to the back of the room, Chaus following. At the foot of the bed, Chaus stopped. He turned to face them and focused his ice blue gaze on Allen. Allen gasped, then staggered, his body swaying against Jordan.

"Hey… what… Allen?"

Jordan grasped his brother, holding him up.

"Fuck,"

Allen mumbled, face pale. "Jordan, I didn't mean to… He made me… I couldn't stop him…"

Allen's knees buckled, and he sank down on the foot of the bed, bringing Jordan with him. "We're going to die here, Jordan. Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry I helped him, but I couldn't—"

"Shhh."

Jordan wrapped his arms around Allen. "It's okay. I know, Allen. Okay? I know you couldn't stop yourself. Nothing to forgive."

"He… I could hear everything. Every word said. The things I said. I couldn't stop myself. It was like I was there, but I couldn't control what came out of my mouth."

Chaus stood off to the side, watching. "That's the thing about glamming someone. They speak what's on their mind. Every word he said was the truth. Every comment he made about you was what he really felt."

* * *

A sob tore out of Allen's throat, and Jordan pulled him closer. His head rested on Jordan's shoulder, his body shaking as the horror of the situation washed over him. Tears soaked Jordan's shirt as Allen burrowed closer, trying to hide from the nightmare that stood several feet away.

What had he done? He'd driven them here, to this horrible place. Why hadn't he fought harder, tried to resist more? Was he truly that weak?

Jordan held him through the storm of tears while Chaus looked on. Jordan gently patted his back, his hair, held him close as the valve on his emotions broke and a messy tangle of feelings and fears spewed forth.

Finally he ran down, an occasional sniff the only sound in the room. Still clutching Jordan, Allen looked up. "Did you mean what you said earlier? When Chaus asked if you were sacrificing yourself for me?"

Jordan gazed into those deep chocolate brown eyes of his brother. "Yes. I did mean it. I would spare you this if I could. You're my brother."

"Jordan, I… I'm not as strong as you are. I don't know if I'd have that kind of courage."

More tears fell from Allen's eyes.

"You're not really a Dom, are you, Allen? What you really want is for someone else to take control. Say it."

The vampire was now sitting in a large chair by the bed, analyzing their every word and movement. "Allen?"

Allen shivered in Jordan's arms. He didn't want to answer, didn't want to look at that thing. All he wanted was to hide in Jordan's arms, forget everything that had happened so far. When Jordan tightened his arms in warning, he lifted his head and met Chaus's gaze.

"N-no. We're both tops."

A shark-like smile crossed Chaus's face as he stood. "Well, you both were."

He held out his hand. "Come here, Allen."

Allen stiffened. Now what?

Jordan hugged him, his voice soft in his ear. "Don't fight him, Allen. So far he hasn't been violent. Let's keep it that way. Just, oh fuck, just do what he says."

Allen's muscles screamed in resistance as he forced his body to stand before Chaus.

* * *

"Shall we dance?"

Chaus tapped a button on the table beside him.

Music poured out of the speakers, a primal beat with a hard, pounding bass. He tapped another button to lower the volume of the music, then dimmed the lights.

Chaus stood up from the chair, the movement fluid and graceful as he stalked closer to Allen, his body swaying with the music. Moving behind Allen, with barely inches between their bodies, he leaned close and sniffed Allen's neck, a puff of air that sent shivers through the other man.

Allen's terror-filled eyes never left Jordan's. Chaus rested his hands on Allen's hips, pulling him close until they were groin to ass, forcing Allen's body to move to the music.

In a twisted parody of the scene at Night Moves, Chaus took over the role of the hunter. Allen whimpered slightly as Chaus's hand roamed over his chest, his fingers touching lightly, then moving on to touch somewhere else.

"Come on, move with me, gorgeous. I know you can."

Chaus's hand drifted lower until he palmed Allen's crotch, and Jordan's gaze followed the movement.

Chaus ground his hard cock against Allen's ass while he rubbed his hand over Allen's soft dick. He kissed the side of Allen's neck, all the while staring at Jordan, and whispered in Allen's ear.

"See the longing in his eyes, Allen? There's fear there, of course, but there's also that beautiful, dark need he has to see you fucked. He wants to watch you, Allen, see you hard and slick with precum; see you straining in my arms, your body burning with desire. He wants to see you..."

Chaus licked up Allen's neck, "Helpless and needy."

"Yes,"

Jordan whispered from the bed, his hands clutching the comforter. "Allen, please. For me?"

Allen whimpered again. He laid his head on Chaus's shoulder. "For you."

For several minutes they swayed to the beat, both lost to the rhythm. Then Chaus grasped the material of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open, the shreds hanging from the sides of Allen's body. Allen jerked in Chaus's arms.

"Yeah,"

Jordan whispered softly.

Chaus's hands slid up Allen's sides then over, circling closer to his nipples as Allen writhed in his arms, mouth slightly open, soft pants coming from him. He trailed one hand up Allen's chest, bypassing perky nipples.

His hand gently grasped Allen's throat while his other hand finally flicked across a nipple. Taking the peaked nub in his fingers, he rolled the nipple, bringing it to a stiff point.

"Ahhh…"

Allen jerked when cool fingers plucked his nipple, the sensation arrowing straight to his cock. He moaned loudly, grinding back against Chaus.

Chaus dropped his hand to the neglected nipple, both hands rolling and teasing, his eyes still on Jordan's flushed face. "Beautiful, isn't he?"

Chaus questioned.

"Yes,"

Jordan snarled, rubbing his own hard dick. "Strip him. Please."

Jordan took a deep breath. "Sir."

"Very good, my pet."

Chaus smiled, rubbing his fangs against Allen's neck. His voice caressed heated skin as he spoke to Allen. "Your brother wants to watch me fuck you."

Allen moaned as Chaus's hands left his nipples and moved down, the light touch tickling his skin.

Chaus's hands settled on the waist of Allen's pants, and he gasped as Chaus ran a finger over his quivering stomach muscles. With a tug, he unbuttoned Allen's pants and unzipped him, taking his sweet time exposing Allen.

"Come here, Jordan."

Chaus rubbed his palm across the bulge in Allen's pants. "Kneel and remove my shoes. Stay there when you're finished."

Jordan staggered to his feet and dropped to his knees in front of Chaus. He slipped one shoe off, then the other. Finished with the task, he looked up at Chaus.

"Looks good down there, doesn't he?"

Chaus murmured in Allen's ear. His hands slipped into Allen's underwear and squeezed his dick.

"Ohhh, fuck,"

Allen breathed as cool fingers worked him. "Oh yeah, he does look good on his knees. Sir."

Pleased, Chaus ran his thumb over Allen's cockhead. "Very good. Now tell him to help me remove your pants."

"Oh,"

Allen gasped. "Do it, Jordan. Help him strip me."

Jordan's hands tugged at Allen's pants while Chaus pushed the waist down. Between them they eased Allen out of his pants. Chaus hooked his hands in the band of Allen's underwear and slowly pulled them down.

Bit by bit Allen's cock was exposed; the head first peeked into view, followed by the shaft. Neither brother spoke as Chaus lowered the last barrier that kept Allen hidden.

"Now strip me,"

Chaus demanded. Jordan hurried to comply. "Beautiful, don't you agree, Jordan?"

"Fuck yes,"

Jordan said, still on his knees.

Only then did Allen notice the music had stopped. "Sir. I-I…"

The rest of his sentence was a garbled mess because Chaus had his hand around his dick, stroking him.

Chaus laughed quietly. "Feels good, doesn't it, Allen?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck,"

Allen moaned, hips thrusting.

Chaus bumped his foot against one of Allen's legs, encouraging him to open his stance more. Satisfied, he nudged Allen to lean forward a little. Sucking his finger, he wet it and spread Allen's ass open. Teasing around the fluttering virgin hole, he eased a finger inside to the first knuckle.

Allen hissed but continued to rock back and forth.

"Yes, that's it, gorgeous, ride the burn. Let the pain and pleasure work together."

Chaus's hand landed on Allen's ass. "Like the heat that burns along the nerve endings in your ass? Even the finger up your ass feels good, yes? Just think, without me this is a step you'd never have taken unless forced. But you like it, don't you? Which sends your emotions bubbling over. I can smell the fear, desire, unease, want, and need—that ever present need—as it swirls through you, Allen."

Chaus fucked him hard with that finger and Allen cried out.

"I think it's time to move things to the bed."

Chaus released Allen's dick and reached around Allen's bare shoulder, running his hand over Jordan's hair. "And time for you to undress too, Jordan. Let's go, my pets."

Jordan stared into Allen's eyes. "No matter what happens tonight, remember I'm here with you."

"I know,"

Allen whispered back. "No matter what."