Blood Lust
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
18,963
Reviews:
194
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
He didn’t even get the door closed behind him. Seth caught it, shoved it wide, then slammed it, growling, “I have shown patience I did not know I possessed. But, I refuse to allow further juvenile self-risk and tantrums.”
Isaac had never considered himself confrontational. He itched for a fight, it should have made him question himself. Consumed with emotions he couldn’t unravel, and an acute need to feel free again, he sneered, “Allow? Damned autocratic bastard. The hot sex isn’t worth the hassle. I’m going my own way, and the lot of you assholes can find another genetically altered plaything!”
The air around Seth seemed to shiver with rage. In those burgundy eyes, the flickering of the flame-like lights signaled serious reaction. “The Russian lent himself as your servant, boy. You have forgotten who is your master.”
Isaac lacked the time to blink, let alone react. Between one instant and the next, he went from standing near the front door to flat on his back on the couch across the room. He cried out at the sharp invasion of blood teeth in his chest, then moaned raggedly. Ferocious libidinous splendor raked its claws over his senses. He felt his pajama pants pushed down, and the vampire dragging the life from him gripped his erection, almost roughly jacking him off.
I’m going to follow blood with semen and you will give it to me whether you want to or not.
He couldn’t fight. Only vocalize and experience the forceful intimacy. His climax roared up in his balls, and Seth’s mouth swallowed his erupting cock. “Oh God …”
I am your god. Your protector, lover, master. Say it.
Isaac opened his mouth to speak, licked his lips and managed to whisper. “God, protector … uuuughn.” His vision tunneled. “Lover … so good … master…”
He woke slowly, heart thumping behind his ribs almost uncomfortably. Opening his eyes, he confirmed what his sense of smell already told him.
Seth had moved him to his subterranean lair. The brazier burned, supplying cheerful warmth. Many tall column candles lent their light.
Isaac sat upright and realized himself naked beneath the silk bedclothes. He saw their charcoal hue and realized Seth had changed them. As he noted that, the vampire descended the steps with a large tray laden with food, a glass carafe of ice water and a single goblet.
“While I refuse to apologize, I do seek to make amends.”
Confused about his own culpability, Isaac replied, “I’m not cheap, but I can be had.” Scents of sausage and cream reached him. “That smells great.”
Seth set the tray upon the bedside table. “I missed seeing you where I rest.”
Isaac watched his lover pick up a plate of what looked like penne pasta with Italian sausage, mushrooms and sweet red bell peppers. As he observed Seth’s taking up a fork and sitting on the bed’s edge, he asked, “You actually cooked that, didn’t you?”
“You nourish me. I wish to return the favor.”
Torn between lingering anger and fascination, he eyed the forkful of food offered to him. “How?”
Seth smiled slightly. “Internet cooking lessons. What else have I had to do?”
He let his lover feed him, and it proved as much of an erotic stimulus as an abetting of his actual hunger. On fire with lust, he even submitted to Seth’s offering him water. Gaze locked with the vampire’s, he said, “You had that installed and learned to cook for me.”
“I did.”
Isaac studied his lover before inquiring, “How can you do something like that when you’re such a bastard?”
Seth set the empty plate and depleted drinking vessel on the table. Without looking at Isaac, he murmured, “Someone has sunk inescapable tethers into me.”
Isaac’s nerves reacted so strongly, he feared he might short-circuit and refund the meal. “What’re you telling me?”
Seth met his gaze. “I have fallen in love with you.”
His heart performed some acrobatic act worthy Cirque de Soleil. “Don’t try playing me.”
His lover pounced, shoving him down on the bed. Looming above, hair spilling forward, Seth gritted out, “Do you think I would admit to such vulnerability in a lie?” His burgundy eyes gleamed. “I should have run from you, boy. You own your master.”
Isaac reached up for him, his heart so open it felt like a raw wound. “Don’t hurt me.”
Seth all but devoured him, tasting every inch of his skin and paying special attention to his ass, balls and cock. Moving up and over him, the vampire murmured, “Never again deny me. Deny us.”
Something niggled at the edge of his consciousness then vanished. Reaching up to Seth’s broad shoulders, Isaac promised, “So long as it remains my choice, you have me.”
Isaac wrote during the time their waking hours met with separation. His WIP soldiered forward in word count. His editor loved it and secured a great artist for the cover.
As he fleshed out that project, he sketched a paranormal novel about vampires. For some strange reason, he felt bound to have Seth’s approval before he sent the proposal to his editor.
He fed Seth.
Seth fed him.
Isaac savored the sexual and very sweet intimate interactions. His sensual addiction to Seth remained something he had no control over, yet he governed his intellectual self.
Did he love this creature of another species? Did he want to commit himself to another male?
What did he do?
He didn’t even get the door closed behind him. Seth caught it, shoved it wide, then slammed it, growling, “I have shown patience I did not know I possessed. But, I refuse to allow further juvenile self-risk and tantrums.”
Isaac had never considered himself confrontational. He itched for a fight, it should have made him question himself. Consumed with emotions he couldn’t unravel, and an acute need to feel free again, he sneered, “Allow? Damned autocratic bastard. The hot sex isn’t worth the hassle. I’m going my own way, and the lot of you assholes can find another genetically altered plaything!”
The air around Seth seemed to shiver with rage. In those burgundy eyes, the flickering of the flame-like lights signaled serious reaction. “The Russian lent himself as your servant, boy. You have forgotten who is your master.”
Isaac lacked the time to blink, let alone react. Between one instant and the next, he went from standing near the front door to flat on his back on the couch across the room. He cried out at the sharp invasion of blood teeth in his chest, then moaned raggedly. Ferocious libidinous splendor raked its claws over his senses. He felt his pajama pants pushed down, and the vampire dragging the life from him gripped his erection, almost roughly jacking him off.
I’m going to follow blood with semen and you will give it to me whether you want to or not.
He couldn’t fight. Only vocalize and experience the forceful intimacy. His climax roared up in his balls, and Seth’s mouth swallowed his erupting cock. “Oh God …”
I am your god. Your protector, lover, master. Say it.
Isaac opened his mouth to speak, licked his lips and managed to whisper. “God, protector … uuuughn.” His vision tunneled. “Lover … so good … master…”
He woke slowly, heart thumping behind his ribs almost uncomfortably. Opening his eyes, he confirmed what his sense of smell already told him.
Seth had moved him to his subterranean lair. The brazier burned, supplying cheerful warmth. Many tall column candles lent their light.
Isaac sat upright and realized himself naked beneath the silk bedclothes. He saw their charcoal hue and realized Seth had changed them. As he noted that, the vampire descended the steps with a large tray laden with food, a glass carafe of ice water and a single goblet.
“While I refuse to apologize, I do seek to make amends.”
Confused about his own culpability, Isaac replied, “I’m not cheap, but I can be had.” Scents of sausage and cream reached him. “That smells great.”
Seth set the tray upon the bedside table. “I missed seeing you where I rest.”
Isaac watched his lover pick up a plate of what looked like penne pasta with Italian sausage, mushrooms and sweet red bell peppers. As he observed Seth’s taking up a fork and sitting on the bed’s edge, he asked, “You actually cooked that, didn’t you?”
“You nourish me. I wish to return the favor.”
Torn between lingering anger and fascination, he eyed the forkful of food offered to him. “How?”
Seth smiled slightly. “Internet cooking lessons. What else have I had to do?”
He let his lover feed him, and it proved as much of an erotic stimulus as an abetting of his actual hunger. On fire with lust, he even submitted to Seth’s offering him water. Gaze locked with the vampire’s, he said, “You had that installed and learned to cook for me.”
“I did.”
Isaac studied his lover before inquiring, “How can you do something like that when you’re such a bastard?”
Seth set the empty plate and depleted drinking vessel on the table. Without looking at Isaac, he murmured, “Someone has sunk inescapable tethers into me.”
Isaac’s nerves reacted so strongly, he feared he might short-circuit and refund the meal. “What’re you telling me?”
Seth met his gaze. “I have fallen in love with you.”
His heart performed some acrobatic act worthy Cirque de Soleil. “Don’t try playing me.”
His lover pounced, shoving him down on the bed. Looming above, hair spilling forward, Seth gritted out, “Do you think I would admit to such vulnerability in a lie?” His burgundy eyes gleamed. “I should have run from you, boy. You own your master.”
Isaac reached up for him, his heart so open it felt like a raw wound. “Don’t hurt me.”
Seth all but devoured him, tasting every inch of his skin and paying special attention to his ass, balls and cock. Moving up and over him, the vampire murmured, “Never again deny me. Deny us.”
Something niggled at the edge of his consciousness then vanished. Reaching up to Seth’s broad shoulders, Isaac promised, “So long as it remains my choice, you have me.”
Isaac wrote during the time their waking hours met with separation. His WIP soldiered forward in word count. His editor loved it and secured a great artist for the cover.
As he fleshed out that project, he sketched a paranormal novel about vampires. For some strange reason, he felt bound to have Seth’s approval before he sent the proposal to his editor.
He fed Seth.
Seth fed him.
Isaac savored the sexual and very sweet intimate interactions. His sensual addiction to Seth remained something he had no control over, yet he governed his intellectual self.
Did he love this creature of another species? Did he want to commit himself to another male?
What did he do?