Inside His Coven
By Deanna Cox
Copyright © 2012 Deanna Cox
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Inside His Coven
Louis drew the hood of his jacket further forward, wanting to keep his face as well hidden as possible, even though the soft orange glow of the street lights declared the path ahead of him was empty. He walked quickly, cursing himself for being drawn into this once again, yet secretly knew he'd just been waiting for the call. He reached the slowly rusting cemetery gates, taking hold of one of the wrought iron posts and resting his brow against the cool metal, wanting to pause a moment to collect himself before going through with this; he couldn't very well catch his breath, as he'd been dead for decades now.
Knowing it was pointless to wait further, he took a firmer hold on the gatepost, vaulting himself easily over the nine foot high railings and landing lightly on the other side. His eyes swept over the old church towering over the crumbling graveyard, flicking back towards the high outer wall as a familiar, slim hipped shadow detached itself from the darkness.
Nathan approached him, grinning wildly in the blackness, walking with that usual, arrogant strut of his. “You're late.” he commented, casually reaching up and flicking back Louis's hood. “Thought you'd changed your mind!”
Louis glowered at him, drawing the hood back over his face. “Keep your damn voice down!” He hissed, already annoyed at the other vampire's constant lack of decorum. Why had he agreed to this? His cock, despite his anger, throbbed pleasurably beneath the confines of his jeans, reminding him exactly why he'd gotten himself into this situation, and he sighed. “Let's just go.” He muttered, storming towards the now familiar disused crypt which they'd been taking advantage of to carry out their trysts.
Nathan caught up, walking backwards so he could face him. “Where's the fire?” he smiled, maddeningly casual about the whole affair. Seeing Louis was in no mood to answer, he chuckled softly, falling into step besides him. As the crypt loomed ahead of them, he skipped lightly up the few steps, disentangling the rusted, broken padlock and chain, and swung back the heavy gate, bowing deeply and smiling up at Louis. “Your chamber awaits, my sweet prince.” he mocked, holding the gate open as Louis shoved past him. Grinning, he followed him inside, pulling the gate closed behind them.
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“This can't happen again.” Louis warned, impatiently tapping his fingers on the lip of the stone tomb dominating the centre of the room, as Nathan busied himself lighting their gloomy impromptu love nest, flicking his lighter at the couple of old candles that remained in their holders on the cracked walls.