Mindfuck #1: Ewan

(For you, Tim)

"I trust that my guest enjoyed himself?"

Ewan Drummond's voice held a hard edge. The maitre'd visibly cowered. "Y-yes sir, he did. He thought you were going to join him earlier, but I assured him that you would be coming."

Drummond gave a slight smile. "Good man. Take me to him."

The two threaded their way through the crowded restaurant - as they passed, conversation stopped and the patrons stared openmouthed at the new guest. He was tall - over 6 feet - and dressed in a pair of tight black leather jeans that gleamed darkly in the subdued lighting. These were accompanied by tall, black boots and a half-open sleeveless leather shirt that highlighted broad shoulders, a muscular tanned chest and powerful arms. Dark, burnished gold hair was cut short in a military style and the mirrored sunglasses made the strong jawed, stubbled face both intimidating and inscrutable. A pair of short, tight leather gloves completed the outfit and hinted at power and violence kept under the strictest control.

Ewan felt the powerful wake of incipient lust he was leaving and laughed softly to himself. The two arrived at one of the private rooms and the maitre'd knocked and opened the door. Ewan entered and quietly closed the portal behind him.

James Daly looked up and his breath caught in his throat. Ewan glided over and pulled a chair over to sit across from him. The other man wore an expensive suit and tie.

"I said I'd be here, love ... and here I am. I never break my word." His voice was soft and dark and deliciously corrupt.

"You're ... you're ... Scottish??" Ewan could feel the man's defenses crumbling further.

"That I am. The burr doesn't quite convey itself over email, does it?" James tentatively reached out to stroke a muscled forearm. He was shaking. "I'm not going to disappear in a puff of smoke, James."

Ewan stretched like a large, contented cat. "Did you enjoy your meal?"

The man regained a modicum of composure. "I thought we were going to have dinner together ... I was afraid you weren't going to show up."

Again, that small smile. "I'll have a little taste of something now."

Drummond reached across and grasped the other man's tie. "Get up."

Daly was only slightly shorter than the man in leather and his green eyes were reflected back from the mirrored lenses. He pushed back from the table and levered himself up, still attached leash-like to Drummond. The burnished blonde biker pulled him away from the table. Ewan moved closer and pushed him gently back again the wall. Daly's breath quickened as the leather-gloved hands loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, man ..." His fingers traced along the well-trimmed stubble on the leatherman's face. Ewan kissed James softly on the lips and began to nuzzle along his jaw. The other man's stubble scratched as he moved lower and kissed along the hollow of the businessman's throat. James started to moan under the onslaught.

Gloved hands slowly pulled the shirt apart and down and traced delicate designs on the muscular chest and around the hardening nips. Ewan's lips traveled down to feather along valley between Daly's pecs. James ran his hands through the short golden hair and Ewan himself trembled at the gentle touch. Sparks danced along his nerves. This is the one. After five long centuries, this is the one.

Drummond straightened up and again the two were face to face. "Take off my glasses, love."

The businessman lifted the lenses slowly off the arresting, square-jawed mien to display golden-brown eyes that gleamed with a jewel-like intensity. Leather-clad hands slipped into the shirt and pulled the two closer together.

Ewan smiled wider to expose sharp white fangs that gleamed in the darkened room. Again, he brushed his lips along the other man's jaw and moved down to the side of the other man's neck. A sharp hiss escaped Daly's lips. Oh, sweet Jesus, he smells just like chocolate.

The vampire paused. "You really want this, don't you? There'll be no turning back, James. We'll be bound together for eternity."

James was shaking with desire. "Oh, God ... yes ... yes!" He brought his arms around the black-clad torso of the man holding him. Ewan pulled the other man into a tight embrace as he bit down and began to feed.

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My buddy Tim and I often have quite involved chats with scenarios like this, so I decided to start a new category of entries here called "Mindfucks." A scene that gets into your head and makes (and keeps) you hard and leaking every time you think of it. The first one is always the hardest, but more will be coming!