Silver

1928 AD

            He took a long drag of his cigarette as he looked out on the sparkling lights of Paris. They had been here for the past 5 years, but the view never got old. He leaned against the railing of the balcony, listening to the faint music of a party beneath their apartment.

            “Anthony”, called a voice from the front door. He sighed and dropped his cigarette. It took him a while to get used to being called Anthony. “Hey there you are”. Maximilian (who was now known as Max) stepped outside and planted a kiss on Anthony’s lips.

Anthony pushed back, “You were supposed to be home an hour ago”,

Max smiled and held him tighter, “I’m sorry I was busy”.

            “You were at a party”.

Max rocked him to the music, “Yes, but it was a very important party. Louise Brooks was there. How was I to miss that?”

            “Well I’m fucking starving”, grumbled Anthony.

Max laughed and pulled him inside, “Well let’s fix that”.

The apartment was lavish beyond belief. Max and Anthony had more money they knew what to do with, which tends to happen when you’re alive for over a thousand years. Most of the stuff in the house was from the palace Louis XVI, which they acquired after looting the place during the French Revolution. Anthony wasn’t a fan of the apartment’s décor, but he couldn’t argue with Max’s over-the-top taste.

            Anthony could feel himself being pushed on the bed, landing on a mountain of silky pillows. Max slid his tongue along Anthony’s lower lip as he began to unbutton his shirt. His hands moved down to his pants, unfastening the buckle and quickly sliding them off. Anthony couldn’t help but smile as he was lifted up, his legs wrapping around Max’s waist. He ran his hands through Max’s dark hair and sucked on the area of skin he intended to bite. He pressed his chest against Max’s soft skin and drove his fangs into his neck. Max let out a groan and grabbed the boy’s curly blonde locks. Bright red blood ran down their bodies like a waterfall. Anthony wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry, he fed for at least an hour, sucking every inch of Max’s neck. He finally finished and let Max lay down next to him, his skin the color of fresh snow. Max was already asleep by the time Anthony was all cleaned up. The room was a bloody mess (no pun intended). Everything had a dark red hue, including the boy sleeping on the bed. Anthony went into the parlor and laid down on one of the couches, satisfied with the night. The only thing he loved more than fucking Max was feeding on him.

            Their lives were good here. They’ve lived in every part of the world, from Italy to Australia to Japan to Africa. Moving around was a necessity since people would grow pretty suspicious if you looked the same as you did 50 years ago. France was a good place to be. You can move around a lot, but somehow always end up in the same place. Money was never an issue, which was good since Max hated working. He spent most his days at parties or shopping or fucking. This didn’t bother Anthony, he was pretty happy where he was.