The Beginning

Dark eyes blink as she registers the abrupt appearance of the redhead and brunette in the doorway, the latter of the two struggling greatly beneath the elder’s affectionate, determined nuzzles.

“Well, Christ, couldn’t you two find some other way to make an entrance?” She mutters with a roll of her crimson-brown eyes. The two men ignore her completely, suddenly appearing rather absorbed in one another’s mouths. A large, slender white hand creeps sensually down the black-clad chest of the furiously blushing teenager, pausing above the brunette’s heart for long clever fingers to roughly fondle what the girl pinpoints to be his nipple through the fabric of the muse’s black long-sleeved shirt.

That serves as enough of an answer for her, and she turns her attention back to the laptop before her. “With the way they go at it, you’d think that’s all they do all day,” she blandly mumbles, bracing her cheek on the back of her wrist as she idly taps one of the keys, “Screwing each other’s brains out and having enough human decency to completely distract me from my homework while they’re at it.”

A long moment passes, and the redhead pushes the brunette muse back down onto the table, mere inches from where the girl sits; she eyes them with a little more than dislike as she irately sighs. “So are you two actually going to help me with this,” She inquires of them in a saccharinely venomous tone, “Or am I going to have to do this all by myself?”

The brunette, a handsome young man whose furrowed brow is pierced, dismissively bats his hand at her before returning to lock his embrace around the white skinned gentleman’s neck. Of course, he can’t be bothered with words because the inhuman creature pressing him into the table is heatedly occupying the muse’s mouth.

“Oh for Christ’s sake. Rori, Jason, knock it off right fucking now or I swear to fucking god I’ll lock Rori up in his cage, and I’ll chain Jason to my chair. That way at least one of you will eventually give in and help me!”

The redhead breaks away with heavy breaths from his lover’s panting orifice, and turns sparking crimson orbs to her. Despite the silent threat in those eyes, a sweet smile touches his lips, “Sniffles darling, I –”

But the mistress pointedly cuts him off, “There will be no toys involved, Rori. There will be nothing for you to pleasure yourself with. Touch the bars, and they’ll electrocute you.” The man’s smug expression abruptly falls away, and he turns with a pout to the red-faced muse beneath him as he brushes his knuckles against a flushed cheek.

“I’m terribly sorry love,” He regretfully murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the younger man’s cheekbone, “I was planning on turning this into some sort of kinky voyeuristic experience for you, but alas,” The vampire dramatically sighs, “it would seem our master is much too heartless for that.”

In spite of the lethal glare her muse sends snapping her way, she responds with nothing more than a raised brow, rolling her eyes as she returns her attention to the laptop screen, and the passionate, or rather horny, couple untangle themselves.

“If I’m so cruel, then I suppose that’s why I’m starting this, right?” Sniffles glances at the men from the corner of her eye, grinning when Jason’s expression warps from one of pure, uncensored hatred to blatant suspicion. Rori, however, being the easily intrigued man he is, leans in over her shoulder for frigid green eyes to flit down the brief document.

“And what is this, might I ask?” The vampire raises a brow at her, peering at her out of the corner of his sights for only the briefest of moments before he continues to read the typed document. “Guilty Pleasures Collection . . . This is for all of you who have always wanted to see what happens behind the locked doors of Bloodstar Manor, but have never before been offered the chance.” He murmurs to himself. Jason, sharing a long look with his vampyric fuck-pal, subtly sidles closer to peek over her other shoulder. As tough as he makes himself seem to be, its always only a matter of time before his curiosity bests him, a trait he received quite begrudgingly from his dark-haired mistress.

“Sniffles . . .” Jason venomously begins.

Rori finishes his statement, albeit with a slightly more prominent hint of sly excitement tingeing his face and words, “This isn’t a collection of erotica, is it?”

Dismissing all fact that she is the very being through which the words will pass, a subtle shade of an embarrassed crimson takes to her cheeks as a sheepish grin comes to her. Her dark eyes flit to the keys before peeking up at the smirking man, “I don’t know; what do you think, Ror?”

“I think it is,” Rori purred, his expression all but screaming out just how much of a perverse enthusiasm he manages to gain from the news.

Jason, however, was uncaring and quite free with his objections. “Oh, hell no. No way in fucking hell am I going to inspire you to write any sort of that shit!” He cries, backing up from the grinning couple with his hands raised to ward off their sly, smirking glances, “Nuh-uh I don’t care how much torture you have to put me through – I am not working for that!”

“Oh, I think you will and you are, as a matter of fact,” The mistress wickedly sings.

“No. No, no, no, and right, let’s not forget . . . No!”

“Oh, come on, Jason love . . . surely it won’t be that bad, will it?” Rori soothingly coos, wrapping an arm about Jason’s shoulders to console him – and, more importantly, prevent him from going anywhere. “Who knows, you might even enjoy it.”

Jason harshly laughs as he sneers at the vampire, “I highly, highly doubt that, Rori. I really do. I’m not going to touch that thing with a fifty foot pole, and I wouldn’t even at gunpoint. I refuse. And if I refuse, you can’t write it.”

As a truly evil grin comes to Sniffles’ pierced lips, Jason freezes; his eyes widen, and all semblances of color drain from his face. He recognized that look, and it was not one that boded well. Not for him, nor for anyone else related to Bloodstar Manor.

“Watch me,” Sniffles smirked.

XxX

Oooohh. Dun dun DDDUUUN. Hello all, and welcome to Guilty Pleasures! As I’m sure you have been able to gather from the above information, this little darling will undoubtedly consist of a number of short stories, ranging from innocent fluff to rather far out kink. I will give all a warning in advance: This will contain, most likely, all MxM relationships, so please, if there is a problem with that, leave now.

Ah, yes. Here is a second warning. My bet, considering that most of my fluff ends up in one story or another, is that most of these will be rather random scenes for couplings, and, as aforementioned in that lovely little schpeil above and in the summary, things that most don’t see behind the locked doors of the happenings involving the Bloodstar Manor crew. This may mean Allan, this may mean Gabriel. This may also include members of Jason’s band, or other friends. Most of the characters you will encounter I’m sure you will be familiar with, but if not, do not fear, for all things will undoubtedly be clarified at some point along the way.

There will be sporadic jumps in time. One short story may be placed after the events of Unwanted Guardian. Another may be placed in the times when Rori was still mortal. We’ll see what I feel for. Spoilers will undoubtedly be running amok, and if so, I shall place a warning at the beginning of the chapter if that is the case.

Now, most of these will be of an adult nature, so . . . All I’ll say is proceed at your own risk, okay kiddies? Included with that, some of these sporadic, random couplings, you might never have thought of as possible, but hey . . . the mind of the slasher is an enigmatic thing. I, for one, end up finding all sorts of reasons for particular characters to be slapped together, and may find the fact that it would never actually happen within the story line to be rather appealing incentive to put them together in the first place. So I’d keep an eye out for incest, rape, S&M, things of the like. Warnings, as well, will be posted at the beginning of the chapter so if you see something – or a coupling – you don’t like, then you can skip it.

That having been said . . . I take great care to note that not everything that happens here will be indeed true, or in line with the actual story. Consider some of these fanfictions of one’s own work. Yes, because I am just that much of a loser. The ones that are true, however, or liable to happen . . . well, I’m sure those of you familiar with Unwanted Guardian will be able to pick them out.

One might ask exactly why I’ve started this. Well, one . . . It’s a place for little reader bunnies to go to indulge their lemon-cravings. Two, it gives me a place to vent whatever radical urges for characters that I might have, and may have no appropriate placing for it in a story. Three? Well . . . just because, really.

Anyways, think of this as my belated Valentine’s Day gift to everyone who’s been keeping an eye on my babies and lending me their feedback! So, Happy Valentine’s Day, smooches all around, and keep your eyes peeled for Chapter One in the newest addition to our collection . . . Guilty Pleasures!

WARNING: BEWARE THE WRITINGS OF A COMPLETE FREAK. INSANITY AHEAD. KEEP ARMS LEGS AND ANY OTHER VALUED EXTREMETIES INSIDE THE VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES UNLESS YOU DESIRE FOR THEM TO BE CONSUMED BY THE RABID BUNNIES. Thank you and Enjoy the Ride. : D

Ah, yes, and PS. The writing that you saw above -- as in the actual story-esque writing . . . well, let's say it's not of my usual nit-pickety quality (AKA it sucks), so please don't think ahead that the rest of it will be like that. Good lord at least I hope not. Anywho, hope you enjoy!