Blood Lust

She yanked his unresponsive body up by his garments, holding him above the floor in a terrifying show of strength. Under his arms, the clothing began to saw at him with his body weight dangling. The scents of expensive designer perfume and blood reached him through his daze. It occurred to him that this creature might kill him. Isaac thought the ‘gray-out’ these creatures caused might serve a means to make easier scores at mealtime. It certainly gave the vampires an advantage.

Between that induced haze and the sharp blow to the head, he began to experience a difficult time maintaining clarity.

“You stink of being some vamp’s leftovers,” she snarled, dark brown eyes gleaming golden. “A male.” She dropped him.

Isaac’s entire body suffered the bone and muscle to wood floor impact. He moaned, tasting blood as his molars cut his cheek from blunt force. “Yeah,” he groaned.

“I hate the thought of tasting his cum in your blood. Doubtless you’ve let him fill your mouth and ass.”

Wincing, he attempted to right himself. “You a lesbian,” he borrowed her abbreviation, “or, maybe a vamp with a spunk allergy?”

She kicked him with those pointy-toed boots, sending him airborne to smack against the wall. “Shut your cocksucking mouth!”

The air left his lungs. He felt something break in his chest and bright agony bloomed. Isaac’s world dimmed.

“I’ll have to have you cleansed. You won’t like my reaction to being made to wait for what I want, Receiver.”

Darkness dragged him down into a warm pond of unconsciousness.

He woke by slow degrees, swimming up from inky oblivion. At his back, he felt Seth’s bed. Warmth. Sense of safety. “Seth?”

A large hand cradled his jaw. “Here, boy.”

Isaac panicked. Forcing open his eyes, he crawled into his lover’s lap. “She might have killed me.” Savoring the comfort of Seth’s embrace, Isaac shuddered. “I won’t leave you again.”

His lover cradled him. “She wouldn’t kill you. She wants you. The vampire who found you, made me. She knows this now.”

“Was she coming after you, too?” Isaac savored the visceral connection with his lover. “How’d she find us?”

Seth hugged him closer, his black velvet voice flowing like dark chocolate. “Vampires born can track your kind. She became so blinded by the lure of your blood, she failed to even detect my presence.”

He had many more questions, but only energy for one before drifting off. “You healed me, didn’t you?” Isaac longed for sleep. His body felt the drag of blood loss and further shock.

“I can mend the flesh. It takes time to truly heal. Rest.”

In a brief exchange of thoughts, he saw himself as Seth did. Isaac had never held his looks in too high favor. From another’s point of view, his predictable almost too All-American, blond with gray-blue eyes handsomeness, seemed more attractive.

“I will,” he replied.

Isaac roused slowly. Latent jolts of fear and adrenaline made him scramble from the bed and spill onto the cool floor. Hospitable warmth from the brazier made his bare skin comfortable. He staggered to his bare feet.

“Seth?”

A shimmering blur of motion. “Yes, boy?”

“Boy. You know this is really more your fault. No one’s ever come looking for me before. You must have stirred up something in me. I’m already sick of being the bitch in this circus.” He socked Seth in the mouth before he realized he intended violence. It felt like striking concrete. He cradled his wounded hand, angrier than before.

Seth reached for his throbbing hand. “Didn’t you ask me to make you my bitch?” Bringing it to his mouth, he bit into the back.

“Ow. Shit. Ow.” Warmth spread through his hand along with a tingling. Inquisitive mind engaged, he asked, “Control of secretions?”

Seth lifted his head. “Think about that. I’ll be useful to you.”

“When you bite me, it never leaves a mark.”

“Nor will it.” Seth, fully dressed, stroked Isaac’s bare chest. “You will let me protect you, give you pleasure and take what I want.”

Aroused despite his recent brush with death, he allowed his blood to rule him. Wearing only a pair of his boxers, Isaac gave his lover a push. “You’ve put a navigational beacon on me, you motherfucker.”

Seth stepped close. “I’ll make it worthwhile.”

Isaac hesitated. The intoxicating scent of his lover seduced him. “You’d better.” His back hit the bed. “Secretions. You control your scent, too. Don’t you?”

Seth kissed him, tangling their tongues, sharing their breath. Yes, boy.

He embraced his lover, savoring the kissing. Then, Seth shifted, moving down his body. Isaac watched, burning at the sight of his male lover going down on him. Seth’s hot mouth swallowed him.

“Fuck, yeah,” Isaac growled.

Want to feel my teeth on you?

“On my dick?” Isaac felt in need of some sort of reassurance.

Yes, boy.

“Will it hurt?”

Would I hurt you?

Isaac abandoned control. “Use your teeth.”

Seth deep-throated his cock and sank his teeth into Isaac’s groin. Splendor ripped through him. He panted heavily. “Suck me all over, man.”