A/N: This is an rp of mine and D.L.Romanius' that I thought you all might like. More to come most likely, tonight even .

Chapter 1: Twin Delight

The frigid winter wind howled and tore through the mountains, whipping the backs of the small villages as they tried to make their lives in this god- forsaken valley. A castle loomed over the village, watching with windows of flickering night. Vampires dwelled within these walls. The village was under the control of blood luster's who normally cared for them. The castle was a cold guardian to the village, protecting it from outside forces, when pleased. The ruler, Alexiel was a notorious being, ruling all he had with an iron fist, but only when he was angry. A deal had been set with the village that the vampires drank only what they needed and did not kill needlessly. However, the ruler of the castle was not pleased recently at the allowance of gypsy caravans into his village and thusly demanded a sacrifice.

"No, Christen, I won't let them take our children!" Maria shouted as she turned to face her husband, a hand laid heavily on her swollen belly. She was a tall elegant woman hinting at a gypsy heritage with her dark waved raven hair to her waist and slightly tanned flesh.

Her husband, a tall brunette bearded man glared back at her. "Maria, it will be done for the safety of our village. We are farmers woman and those boys are too beautiful to be farmers, they'd be better as brothel whores!" He shouted back at her, advancing threatenigly. He would not dare strike her while she was pregnant, though his hands itched to slap that sassy mouth. "Besides, you're young and can have more." Christen snarled and turned to go to the next room, when a pair of frail hands stopped him.

"No, please, please my husband, not my babies, not my Christopher and Marcei, please!" Tears were brimming in here eyes, reflecting the amber light of the fire. She closed them tight before looking to the room he was heading for, the twins room. The young mother jumped and turned as angry fists pounded on the door to their home.

"Even if I wanted to my wife, it can't be stopped now." He shook her off and opened the door, greeted by the head farmer, who was like a mayor. Two other men were with him and he nodded, stepping aside. Maria wailed and moved forward before Christen stopped her, keeping her face away as the scuffling struggles and cries from the boy's room filled the house. Christen looked over his shoulder as the twins of dark hair were pulling into the quickly darkening sky.

The boys awakened to rough rope, icy winds, and harsh wood digging into their backs, the oldest of the two, Christopher raised his head and glanced about the area, jerking once against his binds. Marcei quickly came to as well, panting heavily, his emerald eyes looking about.

"It seems, brother of mine--" Marcei began, looking around the snow- covered clearing.

"That we are in deep trouble. . ." Christopher finished, shivering as the wind bit through his open white shirt. He and his brother both wore tight brown leather pants and white shirts that had been torn open to reveal their slightly tanned chests to their hunter. The two squirmed hard against the binds, whimpering as a wolf howled in the distance.

Alexiel fixed the lace on his fancy sleeve, humming a small tune to himself while his beloved Childe Raven continued to rant at him. The boy was objecting to the call for a sacrifice for the event of the gypsy's arrival. The villagers were being roused by these new gypsy men, being encouraged to fight the damned that lived high in the castle walls, and this Alexiel could not stand, so the words of even his most beloved had little effect on him.

"I will tell you only once more before I have you restrained for this, Raven my love." His cool voice sounded. Out of his Childer--Raven, Ember, Louis, Rosiel, Lamond, and Sian-only Raven and Louis had the gall to oppose his demands. Ember was busy carrying out any and every dangerous task that Alexiel set him to, Rosiel too busy picking his next outfit to wear to the next ball, and Lamond. . .where -was- Lamond? Probably in the dungeons where he could be alone, unless of course he was still 'interrogating' the gypsy boy they'd managed to snatch. So far, his dissapearence was still a mystery to the tribe. The vampire lord continued, "I must keep the villagers loyal to me, and why in the nine hells should they not be? I give them protection, and money! I heal their sick and keep their livestock from the wolves!" He was becoming angry now, and he looked into the mirror. Lively blue eyes stared back at him, his wavy brown hair hanging in small curls all the way to his lower back. He wore his knee-high riding boots over his tight black leather pants, a white loge-sleeved shirt with frilly lace cuffs and a nice open chest lined with ruffles. A red vest with a golden trim topped it off.

"I will take this sacrifice," He turned back to his black-haired Childe and grabbed his chin tightly. "And I will enjoy teaching them a lesson in gratitude." He said coolly, letting go with a jerk of his hand. He strode past the mouthy stunned vampire and out onto the balcony. Raising his hand he chanted a few arcane words-A Tremere trait-and took to the wind like a bird of prey. In a few dear moments he stood at the edge of the clearing, hidden in the high branch of a tree. He blinked his blue eyes as he gazed at the beauties presented to him. At first he thought them women, but his nose caught the scent of barely begun manhood, and his eyes caught the flash of bared flesh from the torn shirts of the boys. Identical twins! Such a thing was said to be a blessing of god to a household! What fools had given up such a prize? At the moment, Alexiel wasn't sure if he was angry or pleased. This was a great sacrifice indeed.

The boys stood painfully straight, their worn-booted toes just scraping the frozen ground beneath them. Dark curly hair hung damn with cold sweat into their faces and down their backs, their hands tied tight above their heads as they squirmed in fear and discomfort. He decided to observe for a moment longer.

"M-my fingers- - -" The once mostly facing Alexiel, Marcei panted, flexing his fingers as he felt numbness begin to over take them. He kicked with his legs, sending dirt and snow about, whimpering.

"Are frozen, mine too." Christopher replied, wincing and jerking at his bonds again. He could sense the fear coming off his brother and himself. Their twins' hearts pounded in their chests as their night blind eyes scanned the clearing. "I wonder- - -"

"What he looks like." The other breathed, his slightly tanned skin now turning red from the cold. Despite the lack of light, the kindred could see them perfectly. "Do you think that the--"

"Wolves will get us first, no. He's always protected the village from them, besides-" Conversation heated up their near frozen bodies and somehow calmed their racing hearts.

"We're his not theirs. I miss Momma. . ." Marcei looked off into the darkness as another wolf howled, followed by it's brothers and sisters. The twins yelped in shock and jerked at the ropes, writhing for a few more minutes before sagging down and beginning to accept their fate.

"Poor, poor little lost lambs. . ." A voice like satin called into the clearing from the darkness above. The wind howled like the wolves, whipping dried leave and tatters of clothing about. "No, you are not for the wolves. . . for while your flesh is tender and sweet as the fallen lamb, your blood is hot, fresh, and young. . ." A cold chuckle echoed eerily off of the trees. "Like a fine wine, your heart pumps if faster, faster-I could almost dance to the rhythm!" There was a silence for a moment, as Alexiel enjoyed the whimper the two made, and then he landed in the snow as the clouds covered the full moon. . . . .

The snow crunched as he stepped slowly into the clearing, under each foot the creak of disturbed snow and leaves that came closer, closer. It was a shaping up to be a terrible night, not cold enough for snow, but the rain was sure to come, and the wind chilled your flesh off your bones whenever it blew. The lightning flashed once, and the moon was uncovered to reveal the vampire that stood not ten feet away from the bound twins.

"Hello darlings." He greeted them warmly.

Four emerald eyes widened to the side of a dinner plates as they felt their hearts skip a beat. Before the vampire had revealed himself they had tried to convince themselves they could be brave, but that thought fled them upon hearing the silken voice.

"I have this urge to-" One began, feeling a lump rise in his throat.

"Relax and yet I can't stop shaking." The other finished, as they both began to whimper and gave a few futile struggles against their binds. "Y- yet we need to remember this is for the good of the-"

"Village and mostly, Momma." He finished, their minds thinking back on their mother, still sobbing inside their home. The twin craned his head to look at Alexiel, swallowing hard as the moonlight and lightening glittered off the beautiful feature of the vampire before them. The twins winced as thunder clapped and a light icy rain began to fall on the three beings in the clearing.

With a raised hand Alexiel called out a few words, and the rain failed to reach the clearing. He walked forward, standing at the point of the post so that he could see the side of each twin. He trailed his nails from their thighs to their chests, grabbing a hold of what was left of their shirts and ripping them off.

"Brave boys, lovely boys. . ." He said gently as he ripped the shirts off. "Don't you know that this is punishment for allowing the gypsies?" He asked, delicate nails tracing patterns on the chilled flesh of the boys' chests. "I told the village not to aid them, I told them not to listen to the Gypsies tails. . .but they failed to heed their lord's warning, and so they give you two as penance." He purred, moving slightly to one side to run his wet tongue over Marcei's arm.

"Ahh!" Marcei gasped, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks as he squirmed, goosebumps prickling over his flesh as that was a sensitive area for him. He turned his emerald orbs to Alexiel, his mind going blank for a moment as he stared into the predatory eyes of the kindred. "F-forgive them- - -"

C- " Please Master, they are scared and try to work hard-" The other twin's own body shivered as he saw the tongue trace along his brother's arm.

M-"To live, we were wrong to let the gypsies in." He licked his lips as his mind raced with just what was going to be done with them before they were killed. Regrets washed over the pair as they thought of how they had wanted to travel, see the world and it's wonders, to steal their mother away from their horrid father and live as close as they could to a free life. "So much- - -" Marcei whispered against the wind.

C-"Left undone." He sighed as he looked to the vampire as well. He was not the grotesque creature the gypsies said, but a deadly beautiful man with a drawing allure that almost made the two want to beg him, but they did not. Fear pumped through them as they watched the rain fall harder all about them, but not on them. "Are we going to-"

M-"Die?" Twins pairs of eye looked to him as their chests rose and fell with nervous panting. They had the smell of young boy's who had never romped with women nor men yet, innocent and afraid, yet an odd curiosity lingered about them as well.

Alexiel was nearly awestruck by the twin's manner of speaking. He'd thought it at first a coincidence, but now he saw that their minds were truly one yet separate. While one would start, the other would finish the thought. It was faicinating, and endearing. With a smile he traced his nails from collarbone to waist line on both twins. "Mmm. . .that all depends, lovelies. . ." He purred dangerously, turning to kiss Christopher's forehead. "On how sorry you are. . ." The hand slipped past the rim of their pants to touch the bare un-tainted flesh of the wonderful twins.

"Ah! V-very sorry!" The two squeaked in unison feeling the hands on their perspective bodies. They shivered and clenched their fists before letting out shaking breaths, a trickle of sweat ran down Christopher's face as Marcei squirmed under the vampire's touch.

M-"We didn't talk to the gypsies, they-"

C-"Scared us when were we doing chores. Staring and calling-calling-us-" The twin's breath hitched as he felt heat gathered below his waist as it never had before.

M-"Omens, women. . .anything to tease us. We don't like them-" Marcei began, it was the truth. The two twins didn't like the gypsies, despite the fact that very distantly connected by blood. The travelers said they should storm the castle, slaughter the ancient evil and finally be free of his cold un-caring grasp.

Why though? The village had no reason to hate the Kindred, they took only what they needed, didn't kill and cared for his villagers, healing their sick, watching their livestock. Maria had always said that they were well- cared for and better off than any free village, since nearly nothing was ever demanded of them, unless they did wrong, as they just had.

C-"Because they do not understand our village lives because of you." The two panted, not longer feeling the biting cold as much as their young bodies became hot with an eagerness that had just began to touch them.

Alexiel was pleased, both in the boys' pleas and in the bright eagerness of their bodies. The poor simpletons had never even laid a hand on themselves, probably afraid of the costs of such sin. Most of the village was strict catholic, and would probably beat any child caught doing anything at all out of wedlock. Funny just how violent such religious people could be. . . Spare the rod and spoil the child indeed. . .

The vampire's slender fingers caressed each boy simultaneously, delighting in their futile gasps and whimpers, pure pleasure on their throaty voices.

"Uhn-"

"Ahah!"

He chuckled, running his tongue over Marcei's ear. "So you're saying that the village does not believe the gypsy heretics?" He asked him in a whisper, hot breath over the warming skin.

M-"N-no t-they-" He bit his lower lip as the pleasure was getting hotter and hotter, a tear of confusion went down his cheek as his body was enthusiastically responding to the vampire's keen hands.

C-"S-spit on their words! Uh-haa-" His body arched against the touch, arms jerking desperately at his binds. The young forms never knew such pleasure for fear of beating, though in time of bathing each other the two couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. They had begun to entertain the idea once, but their father had caught them. "I-it feels-"

M-"S-so good!" The two felt themselves nearing a climax as the first time of being pleasured was hard on their young frames. They bit down on their lips and tried desperately to withhold the coming explosion of their innocent bodies.

Catching the image from the twin beauties' mind made the Kindred angry. The boy's father had caught them yes, and he'd used not his calloused hand nor a rod at all, but a well-worn horse crop on the two's fragile flesh when he'd caught them together in the bathes. The anger he felt was transferred into his motions, carefully stroking the boy's inexperienced members to their highest potential. He'd made up his mind.

"Augh-ha!" The twins cried, heads falling back, hips arching forward as they felt the breathtaking sensation of their first climax wash over their frames. Their seed caused a wet mess on the Kindred's hands and the front of the boy's pants. The innocent frames shuddered in aftermath as they struggled to catch their breath in the cold air. They hung somewhat limp from the pole, their heads lolling forward once again and turning slightly to stare upon the face of the one who'd given them this gift of pleasure. Matched whimpers carried on the air as they saw the anger in his eyes.

C-"F-forgive us were-"

M-"We not supposed to?" Their eyes questioned him, a true fear that they had done something wrong lying deep in those emerald orbs.

"But of course, darlings. . " Alexiel said kindly, giving each of them a kiss on their foreheads as he removed his hands. Stooping to grab the remnants of Marcei's shirt the Kindred wiped his hands, then moved in front of the first twin who's shirt he'd picked up. "Marcei, my love, wouldst thou share with thee that which sustains life?" He purred, hands sliding down the boy's chest as he bent to touch his pale lips to the boy's throat, lapping at the skin as if he meant to clean a spot-or taste him. "It only hurts for a moment, child of mine. . ."

Marcei shivered, his twin doing the same in turn as he felt the lips on his flashing throat. "Yes." He tried to sound brave, but it quaked a bit. "O- only a moment you-"

"Promise?" Christopher finished, craning his neck to try and see what was going on, but he couldn't. A strong un-breakable bond between the two caused Chris to shiver and shake, whimpered as he sensed his twin's fear and-fascination?

Alexiel did not offer a reply, but instead he wrapped his arms around Marcei's waist, holding the boy in the mock of a lover's embrace as his twin fangs pierced the soft yielding flesh of the boy's tanned throat. The sweet blood rolled over his tongue in a torrent, making the vampire groan loudly as he began to drink, taking his time and ensuring the moment was pleasing to them both.

"A-agh!" Marcei winced for a moment as the tight pinch ran up his spine, then he relaxed as best he could bound the way he was. He sighed and moaned a bit as the odd sensation of blood being pulled from him washed over his lightly tanned frame. The arms were warm and he felt, safe, his racing heart began to calm itself as his eyes fluttered, hot breath against Alexiel's ear.

"B-brother. . ." The other whimpered and squirmed about on his bindings like a pup tied away from it's siblings for too long. "Hn. . ." The quiet was scaring him as even the wolves and thunder no longer howled.

The Kindred pulled back, licking his lips as he let the body fall limp against his own. Placing a kiss on the now pale lips of his first sacrifice, Alexiel broke away and moved to stand in front of the second brother, the young Christopher. "And of you, dear heart, I wouldst ask the same question. . ." He purred, lips close enough to brush the boy's. "Accept your punishment like your brother, share with me your essence in payment for the pleasure you have felt, and be free. . ." He could only wonder what the boy thought. Surely he could feel his brother's life still lingered on, though the eerie quiet must have been hard to ignore. He'd left Marcei on the verge of unconsciousness, yet aware. Hungry growls ensued from the barrier of the clearing. The wolves had been drawn to the smell of the boy's flesh, and they snarled anxiously. Were they to receive the leftovers as they had before?

"Yes, Marcei and I are one, I will accept." His eyes jumped to the growling wolves and a violent shiver took him as he felt his brother's lingering life. His heart thudded heavily in his chest as he noted how clean Alexiel's mouth was, but blood still lingered on those perfect lips, the blood of his other half.

The Kindred completed the blood in his veins, begging to be so. Sharp fangs cut into soft flesh as he held the smaller boy against him as he had his brother, groaning again at the rush of pleasure as the blood flowed into him. It was a complete meal, drinking half of each boy. He let the second fall limp against him, and he raised his hands to the binds, one word snapping them to shreds. He caught the two around the middle, his blue eyes settling on the large black wolf that stood in front of him now. "Not tonight, dear." He told the alpha female, "Perhaps another. . .tonight, raid the gypsy camp and kill the one named Ghana. The old male who spreads such nasty tails about my kind. . ." A chuckle, "Kill only the human Ghana, but as many of their poultry and cattle as you can drag home." He finished with a smile as he moved the two against him, wrapping a previously unseen cloak about them. "Hold on lovelies." He told them as his feet left the ground. He headed for home.