Into Oblivion

Someone touched him.

James woke up again with a start, ready to fend off his attacker…and suddenly he was being kissed again. By someone who was really good at it. He relaxed under the onslaught as fingers snaked their way through his hair, a strong hand sliding under the small of his back and making him arch. Ok, so maybe there were worse ways to wake up…
He swallowed hard when that kiss broke, trying to catch his breath, piecing together his recent history. He was still chained to the bed. He was still naked. The man who lay purring beside him wasn't, or at least not entirely.

"Good evening. I trust you slept well?"

James nodded, swallowing again, unable to take his eyes off his impromptu captor. Holy shit, he was fucking beautiful. He’d missed that last night, it hadn’t even registered. It did now, as he lay stretched out next to James with a smirk on his face. Pin straight blonde hair longer than his shoulders, slate-colored eyes that caught James and held him, a face that belonged on a magazine cover. His chest was bare, all lean smooth angles, a swimmer's build.

But his skin was white. Glowing moonlight-white, paper white, chalk white. Vampire white.

That skin looked so smooth; without even thinking about it James was running his fingers along the man's jaw. What the fuck did this guy need with a whore? He could pick up anyone he wanted out of the nicest club in town. Vampires ate people like James to death…

"Better and better. I'm afraid we skipped introductions. My name is Valtteri Virtanen, though I'm most often called 'Val' these days. And yours?" the man continued in a voice like hot caramel.

"James," he replied, feeling stupid.

"A regal name. Tell me, James, how is it that a delicious little mage like yourself comes to be standing on a street corner?"

"What?" James asked, still blurry from sleep, wondering if he'd misheard or if this guy was just some kind of crazy.

"No need to be shy about it, not when your blood tastes like gold. There hasn't been a mage born in a thousand years and I'm lucky enough to find one turning tricks? How old are you?"

"Eighteen," James replied instantly, quickly coming to the conclusion that this guy was in fact totally batshit. Might explain why he had trouble finding dates.

"I doubt that."

"What's it to you if I'm not? Not like I'm gonna go to the cops about it."

"I'm just trying to get my facts in order."

"Sixteen. Happy now?"

"Terribly so. And as you seem to have no idea what I'm talking about, my interest is doubly peaked. I have a proposition for you."

"Yeah?"

"Room and board for…certain services rendered."

"Live-in fucktoy? Juicebox? You're a vampire, right? That's what you're on about when you say my blood's tasty. I kinda remember you biting me."

"Very astute. Yes, I'm a vampire, and yes, a ready supply of blood as delicious as yours is a tempting thought. Are you amenable to such an agreement?"

"What if I'm not?"

"Then regrettably I'll have to keep you all chained up. I might eventually have to kill you. You understand, I can't let you wander around the city now, not when there's so much I don't know about you yet. Not when there's far too much you know about me."

James swallowed, closing his eyes. Should have expected that answer. Stupid to even have asked the question; he was being offered a damned good deal.

"Yeah…ok. What do you want?"

"I think, given the nature of our agreement, that I'd like to see just how skilled you are at your profession." And like he was making sure James completely understood, his fingers moved with a slow playfulness to unbutton his own pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He was a natural blonde.

Sucking cock was something James could do – and probably had done – in his sleep. Way down deep in his core he was a fag and a slut and he knew it. It was that about him that'd finally chased him out of his last foster home. Abuse he could handle. 'Pray the Gay Away' was enough to have him on his knees in a bus station until he'd earned enough for a ticket to anywhere else.

But this…was different, somehow. It seemed separate from regular work, him and Val both totally naked, in a bed with clean sheets, in a room that felt like someone actually lived in it.

And God he tasted clean. The kind of johns that picked James up weren't usually of the 'good hygiene' set. If he was lucky they were smart enough to wear condoms and his mouth tasted like rubber or got chemically-numb from lube. If he was unlucky, they tasted like stale sweat or worse.

Val tasted like pure distilled lust, with the barest undertone of coppery sweetness. It was enough to have James purring in appreciation as he took the vampire deeper into his throat and glanced up to gauge his reaction…and fuck was he hot. Eyes closed, disconnected smile on his face and still managing to look arrogant as all get out even while he was getting sucked off. That expression was enough to get James hard. He slipped a hand down between his own legs to jerk off to that image, but Val opened his icy slate-blue eyes and said, simply,

"No."

And James couldn't argue. He wanted to…Fuck did he really, really want to…but he couldn't. And he couldn't bring himself to disobey, either. He whimpered low in his throat as Val ran his hands along James' shoulders, down his arms to capture his hands and twine their fingers together to enforce his command.

"Your mage seed is too rare and precious a thing to be wasted in your hand… And….ah….and if I'm going to let you indulge in that sort of play at all, you'll do it where I can get a good look at you."

And those words in all their panting arrogance were hot enough that James thought he might come right then and there. Val beat him to it. And if James had thought he tasted good before, he tasted like sin now.

Val moved too fast for him to comprehend, because one moment he was swallowing franticly and licking his lips and seeing stars, and the next Val was on top of him and he was sucking tongue rather than cock. And then his hands were on James' hips and he was just about riveted to the bed and Val's mouth was on his cock with wet heat and the teasing brush of fangs and fuck it all he couldn't hold out any longer.

Val purred around him when he came, liquid vibration shaking James to the core and making him come harder than he could ever remember coming before. He could still taste Val in his mouth as he lay panting in the aftermath with Val's warmth and weight blanketing him. James was sweating. Val wasn't. He licked along James' throat, making pleased little murmuring sounds and nuzzling against him and nibbling on his ear. As usual, James' first intelligible response was clumsy and obvious.

"You taste really good."

The vampire laughed, and that hot mouth was sucking along his throat again. James wondered absently if he was about to get bit again. He probably should have minded the idea more…

"My seed contains hints of the power in my blood. That you enjoyed it is promising. My intention is to turn you into a helpless, mewling addict. I want you desperate for my blood. When I'm sure you'll be back for more, then perhaps I can let you walk the streets again."

He pulled back a little, still straddling James. Pressed his own wrist to his mouth while James watched. It came away bloody. There was something really wrong about this, real panic flaring in James' mind for the first time since he'd woken up…

"There's no way…If you think I'm gonna…"

"It's sweet that you think you have a choice," Val replied with a feral smile, his eyes locked on James. James couldn't look away. Couldn't move. Couldn't do a damned thing but watch as Val brought that bleeding wrist up to his lips.

"Drink, James. This is life."

He very surely and without doubt did not want this. There wasn't much in the world more dangerous to get addicted to than vamp blood. Nothing could make you a slave to your patron faster. When they ditched you, finding another source was pretty much impossible. Even finding another vampire was dodgy, and then just showing up on their doorstep and begging for it was more likely to end you up drank to death than end you up with a new master. Common street knowledge said vampires were real big on loyalty. If you ran away from your master, it proved you were disloyal and should die. If your master ditched you, it proved you were useless and should die. Either way, it didn't get you new patrons.

Val's wrist touched his lips, and James knew he really didn't have a choice.

But that blood didn't taste like blood. It tasted like pure distilled pleasure. An intense spike of bliss that tightened James' guts spread out through his veins and felt like life, like fire, like he was going to come just from swallowing a mouthful. He'd seen vamp addicts before, shivering on the street, glassy eyed and sallow-skinned and begging for death. He'd seen them tapping their own wrists for just a taste of anything to remind them. Now he understood it.

He could have cried when it ended except that the wrist he was drinking from was replaced instantly by a hungry mouth, velvet tongue working its way past his marginal defenses. One slick finger and then another slid inside him and found that spot and made him see stars. The kiss broke to James' incoherent moan.

"Is it alright if I fuck you?" the vampire asked teasingly, nipping at James' earlobe. James could only nod emphatically, having lost all knowledge of comprehensible speech.

And he was an artist at fucking. James had been fucked enough times by enough men to know that Val was a sexual Rembrandt. It really shouldn't have surprised him when the vampire grinned like the devil himself and then curled in an impressive, impossible feat of flexibility to welcome the head of James' cock into the fluid heat of his mouth while his own cock was still sheathed to the hilt in James' body. But he was surprised anyway. And he screamed, and he came, and maybe he was dying because it felt too good, felt too MUCH for him to possibly go on existing afterwards.

So for a while, he stopped, and dropped into absolute oblivion.

***

When James woke up again he was curled up in lithe, powerful arms, and just waking up like that took his breath for a minute. He missed being held so much. Part of him was just so relieved at it all that he wanted to break down and cry. This wasn't his life. He didn't get to cuddle in bed with the hottest creature in creation. He was a whore. Sex could be good, yeah, but mostly it was just work. It wasn't fireworks. It wasn't coming so hard that he passed out. It wasn't waking up in the aftermath and being cuddled like it had all meant something.

The idea that this could be even semi-permanent was like a hot coal in his mind; thinking about it too much would burn him. He knew that the vampire would eventually get bored with him and ditch him and then he'd be worse off than he'd been to start with because he'd be a vamp addict on top of everything else. But shit, even knowing that, he wouldn't change a thing. He wrapped his arms around Val and hung on like a drowning man, taking whatever comfort he could get.

"You're awake, James?" Val said languidly into his ear, chasing the words with questing tongue and nipping teeth.

"Yeah."

"Good. I was afraid that I'd have to wake you. There are only a few hours left before dawn, and we still need to go grocery shopping."