Blood Lust
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Adult ++
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
18,944
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.
Three
CHAPTER THREE
Isaac hesitated. Very conscious of their isolation as well as the loaded pistol on the floor where he’d left it, he stepped back in reluctant invitation. “Come in. It’s cold out.” Even as he spoke, he noted the other man wore no protective outer garments.
Seth removed his high boots, politely leaving them on the porch before accepting. “You’ve watched me since I moved in. What made you get brave last night and follow me?”
Uncomfortable with the lack of social niceties, Isaac answered, “Temporary insanity, I guess.” He attempted to steer the situation back into his comfort zone. “May I offer you something?”
“I’d enjoy that very much.”
His dick twitched. “Beer, wine, soda, mineral water?”
“No, thank you.” Seth gazed at Isaac, intent and self-possessed.
So much for comfort zone. The guy just laid it out there. Perching in a wingback, he spoke. “Have a seat.” For an awkward moment, Isaac thought his guest would decline. However, he took up position in the chair closest.
“Perhaps you’d like to introduce yourself?”
He leaned forward, extending a hand to shake. “Isaac Felix, writer and meddlesome neighbor.”
Seth gripped his hand in both of his much larger ones, stroking it with his thumbs as he stared into Isaac’s eyes. “I wondered when you’d try following me or contacting me.”
Too distracted to lie, he responded, “I didn’t mean to have any contact. Just spy.” Desperately, he itched to draw back his hand.
“Now that’s out of the way, I can explain what you saw. I was hunting with the pack.”
“Hunting?” He tugged and discovered Seth refused to release his hand. “Man, let go.”
Seth obliged. “It bothers you. The contact.”
“I don’t know. Yes. Maybe.”
“That you want me to touch you, or that you want to touch me? The crazy person?”
Isaac stood, retreating to behind the wingback. “You’re a blunt motherfucker.”
Seth remained seated, cool and self-assured. “I’ve lived too long to believe in human niceties. Honesty between lovers is more precious than polite ritual.”
Isaac ran both hands over his short hair. “Human niceties? Lived too long?” As an afterthought, he repeated, “Lovers?”
“I hunt with the pack to appease my vampiric thirst. As for us, I intend to make you my lover.”
Isaac processed the rhetoric. Rising, he began, “Well, nice having you in. Let me send you home before it gets too much colder.” Blink, and the bastard appeared towering before him.
“Isaac, let me show you another world.”
He swayed, the sound of the other man’s voice a drug. “Crazy…”
“No, sweet baby. I’ll show you.”
Isaac meant to fight, use the pistol. Instead, he reached for Seth, emitting a primitive sound of surrender. A hot, sultry mouth claimed his. He expected to hit the floor. Movement. Softness. The couch. Isaac arched up as Seth covered his body with his own. On fire and almost incoherent, he asked, “Gonna kill me?”
Seth rumbled low in his wide chest. “Never. Just showing you the true world. Relax and give me yourself.”
A sharp, swift pain in his throat, then drugging libidinous delight coursing through him. Isaac embraced the man feeding off him. “Can’t … believe…”
In his head, he heard, So incredibly sweet, boy.
Isaac’s dick became so stiff it burned. Seth opened his jeans, reached into his pants and boxers to work it. “God, no. Yes.”
Let me. Seth jerked Isaac’s erection as he hurtled toward zenith.
He erupted, crying out, hips bucking.
He drifted off, accepting the fierce pleasure in exchange for whatever consequences.
Isaac leapt off the couch, scrubbing his hand over his face and hair. He lurched into the ground floor bath to examine his neck. Not a mark. Harsh winter daylight speared through the window.
“What the fuck?”
He stared into his own gray-blue eyes, using the mirror to confront himself.
Either his imagination had slipped its tether, or he had stumbled onto a legitimate fuckitall reveal.
He waited as long as his artistic personality allowed.
Isaac cared for Poppy, closed the stable against the expected winds and returned inside. Darkness had fallen and he tracked in his own steps.
As he shut the house door, Seth’s black velvet and leather voice greeted him. “Once again, boy, we need to talk.”
He discovered himself on his back. Again. The bastard came from where? “Talk for you is carnal.”
Seth murmured, “Yes, boy. And, you will not escape me.”
Isaac gazed up at him. With the brown leather of the couch at his back and the much larger man on top of him, he shuddered. “What will you do to me?”
Seth stared down at him, all sensual intent. “What do you want?”
On fire, Isaac replied, “Whatever you want.” Seth sank his teeth into him. That drugging pleasure. He grasped at the other man. “Yes. More.”
Isaac hesitated. Very conscious of their isolation as well as the loaded pistol on the floor where he’d left it, he stepped back in reluctant invitation. “Come in. It’s cold out.” Even as he spoke, he noted the other man wore no protective outer garments.
Seth removed his high boots, politely leaving them on the porch before accepting. “You’ve watched me since I moved in. What made you get brave last night and follow me?”
Uncomfortable with the lack of social niceties, Isaac answered, “Temporary insanity, I guess.” He attempted to steer the situation back into his comfort zone. “May I offer you something?”
“I’d enjoy that very much.”
His dick twitched. “Beer, wine, soda, mineral water?”
“No, thank you.” Seth gazed at Isaac, intent and self-possessed.
So much for comfort zone. The guy just laid it out there. Perching in a wingback, he spoke. “Have a seat.” For an awkward moment, Isaac thought his guest would decline. However, he took up position in the chair closest.
“Perhaps you’d like to introduce yourself?”
He leaned forward, extending a hand to shake. “Isaac Felix, writer and meddlesome neighbor.”
Seth gripped his hand in both of his much larger ones, stroking it with his thumbs as he stared into Isaac’s eyes. “I wondered when you’d try following me or contacting me.”
Too distracted to lie, he responded, “I didn’t mean to have any contact. Just spy.” Desperately, he itched to draw back his hand.
“Now that’s out of the way, I can explain what you saw. I was hunting with the pack.”
“Hunting?” He tugged and discovered Seth refused to release his hand. “Man, let go.”
Seth obliged. “It bothers you. The contact.”
“I don’t know. Yes. Maybe.”
“That you want me to touch you, or that you want to touch me? The crazy person?”
Isaac stood, retreating to behind the wingback. “You’re a blunt motherfucker.”
Seth remained seated, cool and self-assured. “I’ve lived too long to believe in human niceties. Honesty between lovers is more precious than polite ritual.”
Isaac ran both hands over his short hair. “Human niceties? Lived too long?” As an afterthought, he repeated, “Lovers?”
“I hunt with the pack to appease my vampiric thirst. As for us, I intend to make you my lover.”
Isaac processed the rhetoric. Rising, he began, “Well, nice having you in. Let me send you home before it gets too much colder.” Blink, and the bastard appeared towering before him.
“Isaac, let me show you another world.”
He swayed, the sound of the other man’s voice a drug. “Crazy…”
“No, sweet baby. I’ll show you.”
Isaac meant to fight, use the pistol. Instead, he reached for Seth, emitting a primitive sound of surrender. A hot, sultry mouth claimed his. He expected to hit the floor. Movement. Softness. The couch. Isaac arched up as Seth covered his body with his own. On fire and almost incoherent, he asked, “Gonna kill me?”
Seth rumbled low in his wide chest. “Never. Just showing you the true world. Relax and give me yourself.”
A sharp, swift pain in his throat, then drugging libidinous delight coursing through him. Isaac embraced the man feeding off him. “Can’t … believe…”
In his head, he heard, So incredibly sweet, boy.
Isaac’s dick became so stiff it burned. Seth opened his jeans, reached into his pants and boxers to work it. “God, no. Yes.”
Let me. Seth jerked Isaac’s erection as he hurtled toward zenith.
He erupted, crying out, hips bucking.
He drifted off, accepting the fierce pleasure in exchange for whatever consequences.
Isaac leapt off the couch, scrubbing his hand over his face and hair. He lurched into the ground floor bath to examine his neck. Not a mark. Harsh winter daylight speared through the window.
“What the fuck?”
He stared into his own gray-blue eyes, using the mirror to confront himself.
Either his imagination had slipped its tether, or he had stumbled onto a legitimate fuckitall reveal.
He waited as long as his artistic personality allowed.
Isaac cared for Poppy, closed the stable against the expected winds and returned inside. Darkness had fallen and he tracked in his own steps.
As he shut the house door, Seth’s black velvet and leather voice greeted him. “Once again, boy, we need to talk.”
He discovered himself on his back. Again. The bastard came from where? “Talk for you is carnal.”
Seth murmured, “Yes, boy. And, you will not escape me.”
Isaac gazed up at him. With the brown leather of the couch at his back and the much larger man on top of him, he shuddered. “What will you do to me?”
Seth stared down at him, all sensual intent. “What do you want?”
On fire, Isaac replied, “Whatever you want.” Seth sank his teeth into him. That drugging pleasure. He grasped at the other man. “Yes. More.”