What's Missing?

Disclaimer: all copyright of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books. I recieve no profit from the writing of fan ficton.


Warning : This story is going to go deeper as I write it in the D/s, whips & chains stuff. I am a new writer and not sure if this appeals to readers so please review.



What's Missing Chapter 2
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Caleb was remembering the first time he had met Christine while the movie played the opening credits and the boring intros. It was the rescue meeting at Anita's house after his soon to be Nimir-Ra had gone to Chimera when the psycho-were had demanded a meeting between them. The darkly handsome wererat king was running the show and the slim blonde had arrived grumbling about having just been here. She apologized, blaming jet lag for her bad manners. Funny that excuse never worked for him, but then he rarely flew except when thrown.

He remembered the slender blonde woman going to quietly talk with Gregory but not much else. Until Rafael told them that most of the leopards had to stay with her when the force was entering the fetish club. It seemed that it was ok for Merle and Noah to rush ahead to rescue Micah and Anita but others, namely him, was stuck babysitting the weaker Pard members. They were instructed to stay close to the weretiger during the attack. Caleb recalled voicing a reasonable protest, or perhaps a loud, derisive, vulgar one; he wasn't too sure about the details. Amidst the glares he definitely remembered being thrown to the floor and pinned there. Caleb was surprised, after all Merle was still across the room though now looking quite pleased. A feminine growling was rumbling in his ear and Christine said to follow orders 'or else'. He might have made a comment to that. His arms had been twisted painfully behind his back, warm, firm thighs straddled his hips, and a ruthless grip was in his hair pulling his head back. He had been forced to look over his shoulders into cold, hard eyes.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" Said an authoritative sensual voice.

He had shaken his head no. Merle had given a short bark of laughter but both of them had ignored it. He hadn't quieted because he was afraid of her, though a certain wariness was now in his regard, but because she had triggered his sub-ness. A switch had been flipped and he desperately wanted to please her. For the rest of the meeting he had sat at Christine's feet and Caleb now understood the nasty looks Gregory had given him.

He also understood why the other leopard wanted his former mistress back. Even in ironed black jeans, a turtleneck, and wearing a gun the blonde woman had looked hot. He remembered them fighting the hyenas and Chimera's goons together, and how skilled and competent Christine had been. He also remembered, with a shiver, what happened after the fighting. Poor Boone, the were-bear who had lost his Ursa, didn't want to stop beating the crap out of the hyenas. Of course Richard the Ball-less Wonder was no help. It was the slender blonde woman who had faced down the bereaved, enraged, mammoth man and convinced him to calm down. She had left a short time later to drive him and the werelion home, and had missed the partying. Gregory had been very subdued, but the Pard just thought it was the trauma of the last few days, that is if any of them had noticed the young leopard's depression at all. But he had.

And now he was going to do his damnedest to make his lover truly happy and if he got something out of the deal, like making them a three-some that would be great. And if he lost Gregory instead, well he would morph into a whining, bitching mess, and Merle would just kill him. Caleb didn't care for the direction his thoughts were taking him so he decided to hope for the best and watch the movie. Besides, the movie had made it past its weak excuse of a plot and was getting to the 'good stuff'.

Christine was looking extra fine as Mistress Scarlet. The curls of her red wig brushed her ass that was revealed in its crimson leather G-String. She had a shiny, black, vinyl corset thingy on that nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts with just the nipples peeking out over the top. It appeared that the filming studio had been a tad chilly that day too. They were pointed and hard looking and dusted with glitter. Then Gregory and Stephen started licking and sucking on them and the glitter was soon gone. A gloved hand cupped the backs of each of their heads as they attended her. Now her nipples looked all wet and glistening as she had Stephen get on his knees and lick her through her G-String. While Stephen was trying to lick a hole through leather, Christine kissed his twin. And her kiss with Gregory was more intimate and erotic than what was going on between her legs. But when it was time to lower her panties it was Gregory who had that honor. Some viewers might think the twins had switched to change stuff for the movie but Caleb understood the truth. Like any good Domme she was rewarding her loyal slave and let him have the first lick against her bare shaven pussy.

Again in this movie most of the serious play was between her and Gregory with Stephen as the matching bookend. The movie had the standard flogging, boot licking, and the like and Scarlet seemed to make it all look exciting and titillating, but then something incredible was filmed. Gregory had misbehaved and his brother tied him to a rack and Scarlet began coiling and swishing a whip. Not a riding crop or a flogger but a long, dangerous bull-whip. Caleb had only heard an occasional horror story about them for it was as deadly as it appeared. As she cracked it on film Caleb flinched in the safety of his bed. That type of whip could tear strips of flesh off a person and easily kill them. In the movie Stephen looked scared shitless but Gregory was calm and still. The long lash flew through the air with graceful lethalness and amazingly only a fierce red mark adorned the pale smoothness of the Were's back. Christine had that look on her face that Anita got when she was getting ready to kill someone, the concentration and skill to only welt but not tear the skin was unbelievable. Occasionally, a lash would raise a thin trail of blood, but never what the weapon was capable of. Sex after that display, Caleb though, would be almost anticlimactic.

Afterwards she coiled the whip and rubbed it along the front of Gregory's body as she kissed him. Scarlet carefully laid the oiled, coiled leather aside and blindfolded the leopard before dropping to her knees to lick and fondle Gregory's cock. Caleb understood that to some dominants it was customary for a slave to never see his mistress on her knees and wondered who had trained Christine. And wondered just how good her hot mouth felt on the hardness of a man's cock. Like perhaps his.

Caleb's own fingers had been stroking his shaft when slender hands batted them away. Damn, he had been so caught up in watching that he hadn't noticed Gregory waking and moving. He would have been dead out in the wild, but then they probably didn't show porn in a jungle so he was still safe. Caleb's gaze lowered to meet cornflower blue eyes that were rolled up to look at him, then both men watched the film. His lover matched the rhythm on the screen and Caleb reveled in the wet sensations of his cock in the other man's heated mouth. Gregory's tongue twined and curled around his cock as he sucked. His balls drawn tight against his body, Caleb felt fine tremors course through him as he battled to slow down his building climax. Gregory's tongue played with his piercing and the sensitive skin around it. The blonde had his fist tight around the base of Caleb's cock while his other hand played with Caleb's aching balls. Caleb's hands fisted in the thick blonde hair and forced Gregory's mouth up and down the length of his cock, his gaze torn between watching the movie and his lover.

On the screen Christine was giving Gregory a hand job and when she allowed the leopard to cum she let his semen coat her breasts. She pretended to be angry at the mess and released Gregory so he could lick her clean, then of course she had to punish him again and a flogging scene started.

Gregory started growling and the vibrations traveling up and down his engulfed cock were too good for Caleb to hold back any longer. With a harsh cry he emptied his seed into the waiting warm mouth. After he was milked dry, Caleb grabbed the smaller man and hauled him on top of him so Gregory's groin was now over his face. He greedily swallowed the other man's leaking erection and buried his nose in Gregory's shaven scrotum as he suckled. Gregory propped himself up on his elbows and watched the screen as he whimpered with pleasure. Caleb took the other man's hardness deep in his throat and worked the length roughly as his hands controlled the slender leopard's hips.

Caleb let his teeth scrape the cock trapped in his mouth and his fingers kneaded ruthlessly the muscled curves of Gregory's ass. He wished he could have claws like Christine to torment his lover. His motions were almost violent and he heard Gregory's aroused mewling as he sucked the other man off. Something on screen must have triggered the other man's release for suddenly, thick cum was filling his mouth. Caleb swallowed the saltiness and continued to suck Gregory's cock until the other man, still shuddering, begged him to stop. Reluctantly he allowed the softening shaft to escape from between his lips.

Caleb gently turned the other man so they could spoon together and they talked quietly. Caleb reminded his lover that the next Furry Coalition meeting was tomorrow at Anita's house. He had remembered because Nathaniel had been in such a turmoil on what to serve. They could causally show up near the end and maybe talk to Christine. If nothing else the two of them could get some great free food.

Gregory hit him before they fell asleep together.


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