FallingLikeRayne

In the spirit of doing our own thing, Bellora Quinn and I (with my Sadie Rose Bermingham hat on) have launched our own website Bermingham & Quinn, where we will continue to publish the Rayne and Xavier stories that have become so unexpectedly popular on Literotica, along with anything else that takes our fancy really. 

There is a link to it down below so pop along and take a look. At the moment we just have the three collaborative arcs "Dark Paths", "Reach Out For The Sunrise" and "London Loves...?" on there but we are working on new material even as I type so watch this space. 

And That space too... obviously.  

Due to some compatibility issues with Literotica I've been struggling to upload the latest chapter of London Loves... so in a fit of desperation I have resorted to posting it here. I can't post it with the original formatting here either so I'm afraid it loses the italics and such but the chapter IS live here in my fics folder in its entirety, so please enjoy.

xxx Sadie Rose Bermingham

Just realised that I haven't posted on DA in such a long time. I think I need a secretary to keep on top of all the social networking sites that have a piece of me. Hope that all my fellow deviants are happy and well out there. This is just a little sampler for the new Rayne Wylde story on Literotica.com. Following on from where Bellora and I left off some eighteen months ago in Italy, it follows the Wylde one and his new companion Xavier Gavrilov back to London. They say home is where the heart is, but is that really true?

Enjoy.



LONDON LOVES
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn

A Taste of Honey....



"There is something else I need to tell you, before he comes back." Dominic glanced up nervously towards the end of the carriage where Rayne had last been sighted, vanishing in search of a nicotine fix. "He mentioned visiting Manchester to sort out some business. He... ah... he may be a little out of sorts when he comes home."

Xavier felt a hint of dread touch him unexpectedly. Of course, he had to ask; "Why?"

Again, Dominic glanced towards the corridor at the head of the stairwell. He put down his fork and leaned forward, studying Xavier's face intently.

"When Rayne initially left for the States I believed that he had no intention of returning to England," the older man said in a low tone. "It came as some surprise to me that he chose to return with you voluntarily. His last relationship here ended rather... tragically. I did offer to wind up his affairs in Manchester for him but he wanted matters left as they were. I believe that he is not yet fully resigned to the situation."

He sat back, shaking his head as if the memory left a dark shadow on him too.

Xavier looked back at Dominic for a few silent moments. Questions were piling up behind his deep blue eyes, but instead of asking them he looked down and then out of the window at the countryside flickering by. Topmost in his head was to wonder what had happened in this relationship that had gone so badly that Rayne would rather have left permanently than deal with it and secondly, what had changed that he thought he could take care of whatever needed taking care of now?

He wanted very badly to scratch those little mental itches and ask Dom, but he held back. Through the connection he had with Rayne, there had been a lot of little glimpses into each other's heads and pasts. On a couple of occasions, with effort and blood, Rayne had been able to push some actual thoughts and words into his head, very briefly. But their link wasn't telepathy, they couldn't read each other's minds. There were probably a lot of things Rayne hadn't told him and kept him shielded from. He knew that Rayne was much older than him, though he did not look more than twenty five. Of course it was only to be expected that his lover had been with others before him.

Xavier didn't feel slighted, and he didn't push Dominic for answers either. Some might have seen this as submissive acceptance, but in truth it was a respect for boundaries. That respect extended to not getting into his partner's business without him knowing about it. If he wanted to know, he should ask Rayne, not Dominic, and if Rayne didn't want to tell him... well, then he didn't want to tell him.

He cleared his throat slightly.

"All right.".

"All right?" Dominic rolled the words around in his mouth for a moment, then nodded again. About a hundred different responses had scrolled through his head when he decided to tell Xavier the truth but passive acceptance had not been one of them. He was beginning to wonder just how much Rayne had shared with Xavier already. "Well then... if you're okay with that, I just... well, you know that I know... so if you..."

He stopped and cleared his throat, then smiled awkwardly. "Well... you know where I am, is what I'm saying, I suppose."

Xavier was looking back at him now with solemn eyes, but the corners of his lips were curled just slightly, giving him a mischievous look.

"That I do," he agreed, popping another morsel into his mouth. He hadn't meant to flummox Dominic, but it was kind of a revelation that the usually suave-talking Lord Warren could occasionally be set off balance enough to stumble around for what to say. "And Dom, thanks... for the warning."

Their confidential chat was disrupted in any case by the return of the prodigal vamp, who looked much happier for his nicotine fix. He bent to give Xavier a quick kiss as he slid back into his seat.

"Jesus, are you two still feeding your fuckin' faces?" he laughed with mock disgust.

"I was hungry." Xav said, unconsciously drawing the last word out a bit, and completely unrepentant at the accusation of gluttony. Xavier's love of eating well and often was a firmly established fact. Part of that stemmed from leaner times; points in his past when he really had been starving, as was his favourite exclamation whenever his belly was empty. But mostly it was just a healthy appetite and a natural tendency to expend a lot of energy; despite having spent several weeks mostly lounging poolside and with a wonderful chef in the house that liked to keep him stuffed he was still sleek and toned. His lean body tended to run to thin if he didn't keep his calorie intake up.

Xavier was finished with the meal anyway; he had been picking at morsels these last few minutes just to keep Dominic company while they talked. He brightened in Rayne's presence, some of the unacknowledged worry in him draining away. Leaning towards the beautiful, dark-haired vampire he brushed his lips over the soft skin just below his ear, pressing warmly there for a moment. "I'm done now though."

"Mmmm... good..." Rayne purred against the lobe of his ear, making him shiver. "Because I'm fuckin' ravenous."

He licked Xavier's neck rather more than just affectionately. Dominic cleared his throat and unfurled a copy of the Times pretending to read it avidly.

Xavier's low, silky little chuckle was like pure, warm honey, and it let Rayne know he was up for whatever his lover wanted, whether here or elsewhere. Usually when Rayne fed from him it was while they were writhing naked somewhere, either as a trigger to a spectacular climax or the icing on one. It could also be a prelude though, a teasing appetiser, and they both enjoyed the thrilling risk of intimate acts performed surreptitiously in public places.

The train was not full, but nor was it completely empty. The booth opposite their own was not occupied but there was a businessman in the double seat beyond it and a young couple in the next table seat. An old fellow was reading the newspaper in the seat closest to the stairwell paying them no heed as Rayne pulled Xav into his arms and pressed his cold mouth hungrily to the younger man's lips, kissing him long and hard.

His hand slid down to Xavier's waist and wriggled under the hem of his shirt, caressing the firm lines of his bare belly beneath. In collaboration, Xavier laved Rayne's tongue in lazy seduction with his own, falling easily into the kiss with responsive warmth. His skin tingled where Rayne caressed him, little sparks igniting inside him as his cock thickened in the tight confines of his jeans. His own hand began to travel in slow caresses up and down the inside of Rayne's thigh as he returned the kiss with growing heat.

Immune to the restrictions of their location, Rayne began to peel open his lover's shirt one button at a time, kissing his slow way down Xavier's neckline, into the hollow of his collarbone and lower, down his slowly revealed sternum, parting the folds of material carefully as if he was unwrapping porcelain. He kissed and licked Xavier's bared chest, running the tip of his tongue delicately around his mate's stiffening nipples, sucking and nibbling on them as his fingers opened the rest of the shirt buttons.

Xavier slouched back in the seat, his body tilted to allow Rayne a clean line of access down his front. He pulled in a quick breath as his lover's cool lips closed over the sensitive peak of his nipple and squirmed ever so slightly as his dick tried to expand further. Finally he had to reach down and discreetly rearrange things to a more comfortable angle. Meanwhile, mostly concealed by the table, his other hand crept up Rayne's thigh and was now gently massaging and caressing the prominent bulge at the fly of his jeans. His fingertip traced circles around the denim-wrapped head, feeling the slight moisture of his lover's arousal through the flexible cloth and making his mate exhale a little sigh of pleasure across his belly.

Rayne's mouth was sliding down over his abs now, his tongue exploring the delicious flavour of his lover's skin. His hand preceded it and moments after Xavier reached down to manoeuvre himself, Rayne pressed down on his abdomen and let his fingers slip under the waistband of the young mortal's tight pants. His hand slid under the head of Xavier's cock, moving lower until his middle fingers were splayed either side of his root. He began to stroke up and down gently over the mound of Xavier's crotch as he kissed the boy's rolling stomach hungrily.

His own groin was bucking urgently against Xavier's fondling hand as they contorted around one another. Dominic twitched down a corner of the newspaper and cleared his throat pointedly.

"That really isn't advisable on a full stomach."

Xavier's expression was dreamy, he bit his bottom lip as he tried not to groan aloud at Rayne's deft caresses. He looked up when Dominic spoke, his pupils slightly dilated with desire. "You just like to pretend you're so proper." he said with a grin, imitating Dominic's cut crystal accent perfectly. "We're not going swimming, Dom... an' besides..." He cut off, sucking in a little gasp as Rayne squeezed him and sent a hot flash of pleasure racing through him. "...no one's gonna see anything, are they?" he finished breathlessly. He was referring to the little shimmer he'd caught out of the corner of his eye, like a curtain surrounding them, but if you tried to look at it directly there was nothing there. Dominic had done some kind of hocus pocus to obscure them, Xav was pretty sure of it.

"You..." Lord Warren remarked, pointing one long finger in Xavier's direction, "...are so bloody sharp you're going to cut yourself one day, young man."

"Lucky, he's got me around to lick it all up when he does," Rayne exhaled, coming up from a detailed exploration of Xavier's navel and undulating treasure trail. "Speaking of which..."

He deftly popped the button on Xav's jeans and his fingers tugged down the zipper smoothly so that his lips could continue on their downward passage. Dominic made a little gasping sound that might have been exasperation and might have been something else entirely, and retreated behind his newspaper again, although the broadsheet did quiver in his hands from time to time. Rayne's cool lips found Xavier naked behind his zipper, to his great delight.

"Ohhh..." Xav exhaled as his lover's lush lips touched the sensitive crown of his cock. His fingers curled lightly on the edge of the table, trying to stay still and not draw too much attention despite any mystical protection Dom might have afforded them. His other hand slipped into Rayne's pants, warm fingers wrapping around the vampire's erection and stroking him slowly.

"Ooohhh yeah!" Rayne whispered almost inaudibly, his breath coming suddenly faster and harder in the hollow of Xav's bucking pelvis.

Slim, cool fingers wormed under him, easing him free of the denim and Rayne's warm mouth engulfed his shaft, the hard little stud in his tongue stroking slowly up and down the throbbing vein that ran to his balls. Dominic abandoned all pretence of trying to read the paper in his hands lowered it slowly as he watched the two beautiful young men making out uninhibitedly in the seat across the table.

"Uhhh...Rayne..." Xavier purred his name as his lover went down on him. His cock was throbbing with need between the singer's lips and he moaned low in his throat as he worked the smooth bead of his tongue ring over him. His hand slid off the table and into the sable locks nodding in his crotch, caressing along his scalp encouragingly. "Oh, that feels so-o-o-o good."



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Alice was initially drawn to the stranger on the train home by the pale marks on his slender hands and forearms. He had delicate hands, with long white fingers, like a pianist or a painter, and angular wrists that hinted seductively at infinite flexibility. Like a ghostly game of noughts and crosses the scars decorated his forearms and the backs of his hands; an indelible echo of past hurts.

She found herself subconsciously rolling back her purposely long, loose sleeves; wanting him to see the answering badge of lonely courage she wore on her own skin; needing to share that secret pain with him. A complete stranger.

Her parents knew nothing about the razor blade she kept hidden in her jewellery box, in the secret little compartment beneath the ring drawer. The family liked to tease her for her need to wear a long-sleeved shirt, even in the hottest weather. They did not understand, of course. The hurt she bore was not for them to know. Her younger brother would only poke fun. Mum would look at her with that expression of fond tolerance mixed with confusion and despair for all the things Alice did that her own generation could never comprehend. Dad would treat her like she was still a little girl and not just turned eighteen, wanting to mollycoddle the hurt away with tickles and sweets the way he did when she was seven and scraped her knee on the steps at Southport Lido.

The stranger on the train was so beautiful that she could not stop herself stealing glances at him. He was reading a magazine, absorbed in a brilliant Technicolor fantasy on the pages draped across his bony knees whilst the drab, grey, post-industrial reality whistled past the windows unheeded. Alice was standing by the luggage bay near the carriage doors, headphones plugged into her ears, wrapped up in the comforting sounds of her favourite bands. The ancient three-car set lurched wildly across points and rattled through a square-edged forest of suburban housing estates, punctuated by the occasional flash of dirty gold as a yet undeveloped field emerged from the sea of brick and slate; slab and tarmac. She always preferred to stand, even when there were seats free, as there were today. The beautiful man, immersed in his magazine, sat just inside the carriage, occupying four facing seats, though he sat in only one of them. His slim legs were stretched out, booted feet resting on the worn, garishly patterned upholstery of the place diagonally opposite his own.

The deliberately sprawling posture and positioning of his boots said "Go Away! There are other places to sit. Go use them and don't bother me!" He did not move them, even when the train stopped at a busy station and about fifty people seemed to board at once through the sliding doors that faced her own aloof perch.

The new travellers found their own spaces, melting into other seats, sinking into the depths of the train, shedding their polypropylene outer skins and rustling and crunching in their own small spaces. They were invisible to her, as the train eased out of the world of stone and iron girders, brick and concrete, reaching again for the wider, open spaces.

The stranger put down his magazine on the empty seat beside him and stretched like a tiger sunning itself. He rested one angular elbow against the window ledge and his long fingers played with the inky fronds of his blue-black hair. Straight, perfect falls of ebony framed his features, like the hair of a wind-blown Chinese warrior in an ancient woodcut she had seen once at the Museum. The stranger was most definitely not an Asian though. His milky skin was pale as the moon and his large, almond-shaped eyes were the colour of new leaves in spring; an impossible green that made her wonder if he was wearing coloured lenses. She could cast discreet glances at his face now that he was staring out of the window. It was a pretty, almost girlish, heart-shaped face. In fact she only knew he was a man and not a woman by his casual pose, which drew the eye to the swell of his long, masculine sex in the crotch of his tight, black jeans. That, and the shadow of a nascent beard beneath the pale skin over his pointed chin and under his tip-tilted, impish nose.

Though he was very still she sensed restlessness in him like an inner storm or a surging, rain-blasted sea. His feet tapped against the seat cover and his long fingers drummed incessantly on the window frame as if he heard a secret music, something no one else could tune in to. His lips parted, so pale and full, glistening moistly in the watery sunlight that glimmered briefly through the dirty windows. She saw the way that the tip of his small, pink tongue played across his lips then retreated into his mouth like a tiny fish darting for cover. She ached to dart after it, pressing her mouth to his, her own tongue seeking sanctuary between his lips and tangling with his.

The intensity of that emotion startled Alice. She was not used to such impulsive desires. The boys at her school were, in the main, dreary creatures hardly worthy of her attention at all. Those who dared to try and dazzle were so far removed from Alice's own small, dark world of dreams that she would not even meet their insolent stares, let alone speak to them. She grew wet for them each night in her narrow bed though.

Now, to her astonishment and mortification, she was moist between her legs again, watching the stranger smile more vividly; perhaps at some witticism on the page before him; perhaps at some fanciful thought; she could not say. His canines were long and curved like a wild beast's and the flash of silver as he ran his tongue against his small, white, perfect incisors told her that it was pierced with a single, tiny stud. Alice felt that hunger again. She longed to feel his tongue in her mouth, to hear the little silver ball click against her teeth as they kissed and to sink beneath him, letting his warm, lean body crush her firm, high breasts against her ribs. She wanted to know the urgent press of his hardness against her soft, pelvic mound.


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We'd like to wish all our fellow deviants a joyful and prosperous 2010. Have a good one!!

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