Yellow

Disclaimer- Rated R for sexual situations.

This story all tll the characters within it are the
exclusive propeof Gof GhostHelwig or darthelwig. Do not use in any way without
my permission and hers, or she’ll spank you.
You don’t even wanna know wh’ll ’ll do to you.

Yellow

by
GhostHelwig

They said it
was like an orgasm, only better.

In his three
thousand years of life, it was the one thing black-haired, slant-eyed Zeffrey
had been forbidden to do, and perhaps because of that it had become an obsession
of his. As year after year of the same
dreary monotony dragged on, it became his only obsession, his single thought,
his solitary desire.

They warned
him against chasing down his dream, but what did they know?style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> They said it was bad for him, but how could
they know what it would do? Their whole
kind was forbidden to do it, and had been since longer than even the oldest of
them could remember.

With all those
thoughts roiling around in his head, it was only a matter of time before he
decided to go ahead and take what he wanted.
He began to make plans, shunning the company of his kin lest they
realize what he meant to do.

When all his
plans were made, he went on the hunt. He
was new to this, hunting; usually, he fed off those of his own people, as they
fed off him. It was a system that
worked, and worked well, requiring that everyone
maintain their relationships, for one required another\'s blood to live.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Those who had no one to count on - not to
mention feed on - were usually driven mad by the isolation and hunger and began
attacking whoever they could find; they
were always quickly caught and rehabilitated, though the unfortunate were
sometimes too far gone and simply had to be dispatched.

But none of
these, he believed, had ever been desperate enough or lost a sufficient enough
amount of their senses to cause them to do what he was about to do.

Though that
thought should\'ve been an omen or a warning, all it did was give him a little
thrill of pleasure.

Finally, he
found his prey. A
normal young man, twenty-two to his three thousand, with beautiful pale hair
and shining eyes. Green eyes,
Zeffrey thought, or perhaps a very odd blue.
He drifted closer.

The young man
was leaning casually against a dirty wall, his eyes half-closed, class=GramE>his hands in his pockets.
Zeffrey thought maybe the young man was waiting for someone in the
dismal-looking bar at his back. Now was
the time then.

He carefully
approached, playing it cool, overtly taking his time but truly hurrying.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He needed to get the young man into the
shadows with him without alerting anyone...

The young
man\'s eyes opened fully, met his. Definitely
green, Zeffrey thought, stunned for a moment.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Definitely green...

"Hey," the green-eyed young man said, and Zeffrey
shivered. Anticipation was a thrill in
and of itself...

But now was
the time.

"Hey," Zeffrey replied, letting his eyes roam appreciatively
over the young man\'s body.
Anticipation...

He looked up, and
nearly smiled; the young man was admiring his body, too.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> enouenough for the preliminaries - now was
the time for the dance.

He stared into
the young man\'s eyes for a full minute, then walked
into the shadowy alley by the bar. The
young man followed, just as Zeffrey knew he would.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He couldn\'t help himself.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The young man\'s eyes were pretty, but
Zeffrey\'s had power.

He pushed the
young man up against the wall and kissed him, and for a few minutes he simply
enjoyed the interplay of their mouths and tongues.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Their bodies pressed together, and Zeffrey
thought about how nice it would be to simply lose himself
in the many pleasures of the flesh offered by this startlingly beautiful young
man.

But it was
another pleasure of the flesh he\'d come here wanting, and he was bound and
determined to get it.

He kissed a
wayward path down the side of the young man\'s neck, hungry anticipation
building in his gut. Soon, his mind told
him. Soon, soon, soon -

class=GramE>Now.

He bit down,
hard, his teeth, so deceptively sharp, sliding into the soft, sweaty flesh like
it was water. Blood poured into his
mouth, a copper flood that was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Instantly he had the most incredible
erection; it was all he could do to keep from contorting against the young
man\'s hips.

As he suckled,
his own spit slid into the wound, its chemicals paralyzing the young man\'s
tongue as well as all his senses, making this the most silent of feedings.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> For the young man, Zeffrey knew, it was also
utterly painless.

He continued
sucking, drawing the blood into his mouth, gulping it down his throat in
helpless little spasms. He knew he would
have to stop soon to avoid taking all the blood, but he couldn\'t - it was just too
good...

He fell
against the young man, sucking greedily, hungrily, carelessly,
ceaselessly. His penis felt like a live
thing, writhing and pulsating and pounding until he felt like it would shatter.

It
didn\'t. Instead, as a punctured vein
pumped blood directly into his mouth, he came, once, twice, three times.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> His body shuddered and heaved and vibrated,
and he could feel his mind spiraling off into the cosmos with the pleasure.

When it came
back, he realized that the young man in his arms had no more blood to give him.

He had just
enough time to begin to regret when he felt it.
A tug deep in his body, in his stomach, in his bones.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The edges of panic began to creep up on
him. This was new.

The blood he\'d
swallowed began to swirl in his stomach, and he suddenly knew, without a doubt,
that he was going to vomit. But before
he could even begin to disengage his teeth from the young man\'s neck, it began.

He could feel
the blood traveling back up his throat and into the body he held.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Skin gone cold slowly began to warm; dry
veins grew slick and then wet; a dead heart started up again.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Soon breath again stirred Zeffrey\'s hair.

His stomach
was soon empty, and Zeffrey assumed theurgiurgitation would stop, for he had
nothing left to give.

style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> But it went on.

His spit
flowed freely into the young man\'s veins, adding sweetness to the bitter
warmth. He tried yet again to pull away,
but his effort failed; he could barely even move.

And the worst
part was, he was hard again.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Unbearably so.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> His hips were jerking against his will, and
he knew he was going to come.

Blood, his own
blood, started flowing into the young man\'s veins from his mouth, and when it
did Zeffrey came. Once, twice, three
times, each time harder and longer and more fulfilling than the last.

And yet,
instead of feeling more cum drenching his clothes, he felt it retreating into
his body, traveling upwards to join the blood quickly flowing out of his
mouth. He marveled at the taste of his
own cum sliding over his tongue, at the way it felt so natural to be shooting
his own juices from between his lips.

And then he
felt it.

class=GramE>The dryness.

It started in
his toes. He could feel them shrivel, class=GramE>then diss int into dust, into nothing.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> But he still could not stop.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Even now it felt so good he wasn\'t sure that
if given a choice he would stop.

But it did not
matter, because he did not get a choice.

The dryness
spread rapidly. Soon it engulfed his
legs, his torso. All that supported him
was his still-giving mouth and his embedded teeth, but he didn\'t feel heavy;
actually, it was the most weightless feeling in the world.

He was
terrified. He couldn\'t help it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> But he was also strangely delighted - the pleasure
had him now, and it would not let go...

The dryness
reached his lips. But then the top of
his head began shriveling, dissolving, dust falling
around his ears. Soon his eyes dried up
and flaked away, but instead of being left with darkness all he could see was
the color of the young man\'s eyes.

They weren\'t
green, he realized, or even blue. They
were a very brilliant shade of yellow.

The same
yellow as his own.

Soon all that
was left of Zeffrey were his lips. And
as they began to shrivel he had time for one final thought.

He knew who
the real vampires were now.