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“Right. It’s just that everything is so crazy different now. Things I thought I’d never
cope with, never really want, now I wish I’d always been like this, been like this from the beginning—with you.”
“We have an eternity to experience all of it, Tommy. Just give yourself up to what I
offer you.”
“There’s just one other thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You still have your clothes on. Naked or dressed you’re still the handsomest man on
the planet, but right now I want to see you, to feel you with nothing but your skin on mine.”
Andrew smiled and Tommy knew he was about to will his clothes away. “No, not like
that. I’d like to watch you take everything off…slowly…to see your naked body for the first time through my vampire eyes.”
Without hesitation, Andrew stood before Tommy, toed off his sandals and began to
unbutton his shirt. Tommy had always thought Andrew to be the sexiest man he had ever
met, and now he made even these ordinary movements so sensual, so totally arousing.
Tommy licked his lips in anticipation as Andrew’s smooth, taut torso was revealed, his
defined chest muscles dusted with dark hair, the small pale brown nipples still pebbled from the sensation of Tommy’s kisses.
“Beautiful,” Tommy whispered and stared in fascination as Andrew’s shirt slid off his
shoulders and pooled at his bare feet. He watched eagerly as Andrew unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. He eased the denim over his slim hips, pausing just slightly, teasing Tommy for a moment with a glimpse of pubic hair before letting his jeans fall revealing his cock, hard and proud, elegantly curved—the head already moist with pre-cum.
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Tommy gasped. Of course he’d seen Andrew naked before, many, many times,
admired his masculine beauty each and every time, but never like this. Through his
enhanced vision that made everything sharper, clearer, brighter, Andrew’s skin seemed to glow, every sculpted muscle was more defined, like warm smooth marble, every part of him more stunning, more… Tommy couldn’t resist the thought,
more fuckable than before.
“God, I never knew what I’ve been missing all this time,” Tommy murmured, unable to
tear his eyes away from the magnificent sight his lover presented to him. “I wouldn’t have believed it possible that I could see you as even more gorgeous than you already are.” He opened his arms and Andrew kicked away his jeans and lowered himself into Tommy’s embrace. Their lips met and meshed in a long sensuous kiss, their hands tracing and
caressing every contour and muscle of each other’s body.
Sweet… Oh God, so much better than sweet…fucking unbelievable!
He whimpered as Andrew gently pulled away from their kiss, then moaned when
Andrew began tracing an erotic pattern over skin that was so much more incredibly
sensitised than before. It was almost too much—almost. When Andrew gripped Tommy’s
rigid shaft and swiped his tongue across the moist head Tommy’s body bucked from the
powerful sensation. He arched his hips, driving himself into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew’s
hands slipped under Tommy’s butt, holding him in place while he sucked long and hard, his tongue swirling over the blood-engorged veins beneath the silken skin of Tommy’s pulsing shaft.
Tommy groaned, his hands fisting the sheets under him as Andrew’s fangs scraped
delicately at the base of his cock. He felt the slight flow of blood being sucked up into Andrew’s mouth then those amazing lips were tracing a seductive pattern over his abdomen, his chest, his throat until they settled on his mouth and he tasted his own blood in their kiss.
Andrew ran his tongue over the sharp edge of Tommy’s fangs and they shared their blood,
their breath, their very souls in the most mind-blowing kiss Tommy had ever experienced.
Their bodies moved together in perfect unison. Low growls were forced from their
throats as they were inundated with sensation after sensation of total ecstasy. They crushed each other’s body, writhing, straining for a closeness that was no longer close enough.
“Fuck me.” Tommy was momentarily startled at the sound of his own voice—
demanding, almost a snarl. “Inside me, now. I want to feel every fucking inch of you filling me up, making me come so hard I’ll never forget it…”
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The reply was silent but immediate. Andrew lifted Tommy’s legs and pushed into him.
There was no pain, only pleasure, exquisite rapturous pleasure that filled his blood with the liquid fire of a passion that had him again arching up off the bed.
“Oh, gods, Tommy.” Andrew’s voice shook from their shared emotion, their thoughts
melding, the love and desire that enveloped their minds and bodies overwhelming them.
Andrew lowered his head to claim Tommy’s lips in slow, languorous kisses, nipping and
sucking on his tongue. Each thrust of his hips, every long stroke deep inside Tommy’s heat brought them both closer and closer to the edge. Every pass over Tommy’s prostate had his cock jerking in response, the head slick with pre-cum, his balls pulled up tight as he teetered on the edge of what would be the most explosive climax of his existence—so far.
Andrew’s balls drummed against Tommy’s buttocks as the speed of his rhythm
increased. Their eyes met and Andrew wrapped a hand round Tommy’s hard throbbing
flesh urging him on to the orgasms they both could no longer resist.
Harsh gasps and moans filled each other’s mouths as they came together, their bodies
rising off the bed from the force of the intensity of what they shared. White-hot heat
enveloped them. Tommy’s cum exploded from him, spilling over Andrew’s hand, shooting
over their chests. One more thrust and Andrew came, scalding Tommy’s insides. Tommy
clenched his sphincter muscles around the base of Andrew’s cock, holding the power of that orgasm inside him as he buried his face against Andrew’s neck, his new fangs scraping at the smooth flesh.
“Yes,” Andrew murmured through a throaty breath as they settled again on top of the
bed. “Drink from me…”
Tommy bit down, tentatively at first, then with more force, his fangs sinking into the
pulsing vein. Andrew’s body shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy at the bite, and Tommy moaned
as the rich, powerful blood gushed over his tongue. He wrapped his arms even tighter
around Andrew and his mind spiralled out of control as, for the first time, he felt himself become lost in the blood lust. He sucked hard, relishing the taste and scent of the sweet, spicy blood that flowed from the wounds he had inflicted on Andrew’s neck.
And, oh God, it is
…
fantastic!
He was only dimly aware that Andrew had struggled free and now held him, his hand
clasped firmly round Tommy’s jaw. His ice-blue eyes glittered with a warning as they bored into his.
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“Be glad it is me here with you now. I have the strength to resist—a human could not.
You would have killed him, or her.” Andrew paused. “I see remorse in your eyes. That’s
good, Tommy. Never take too much.”
“I’m sorry.” Tommy licked the wounds closed. “It’s so easy to get carried away—and
you taste so good.”
Andrew nodded. “A lesson you have learned early, and one you will not forget.” He
kissed Tommy’s lips gently. “
Szeretlek,
Tommy.”
“I love you too,” Tommy whispered, and knew without a doubt that it meant forever.
Tommy lay quietly beside his sleeping lover. He still felt bad about what he had done
earlier. Thank God, as Andrew had said, it was him and not some unsuspecting human he’d
latched onto. Now, he totally understood what he’d only guessed at before. Just how strong, how almost uncontrollable the bloodlust was.
Jeez, but there was so much he needed to know.
Andrew had been right, there were a million questions buzzing around in his brain.
And a couple of situations, that when they returned to the States, could no longer be
avoided. Mainly what to tell his family, his friends, particularly Alex? Would he still be able to be a fireman? He loved his job, hated the idea of giving it up. Maybe he could corner the night shift. But what if they called him out on an emergency, like for a forest fire, when all the divisions got together to act as one team, day and night? Maybe Andrew had some ideas how he could handle all of this. After all, Andrew had gone through similar circumstances when he’d been changed. He hadn’t been a fireman though, and he’d had his brother, Michael, for support.
Michael. Although he had never met the man, knowing him only through images on
faded photographs and Andrew’s poignant memories of him, Tommy felt a deep sorrow that
Andrew had not been able to bring him back. The destruction of the Talisman and the Scrolls had ensured there would be no way back for Dakar, but also for Michael.
He must have been a helluva guy…
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One who had stood by his younger brother when their evil uncle had changed them
against their will. One who had nurtured him, had protected him as they had entered this strange new life together.
Well, I got Andrew. And who could be better really?
Uh-oh.
Something he hadn’t thought about until now. He sat up.
“Hey, a thought has just occurred to me,” he said, nudging Andrew awake.
“Only one?” Andrew smiled up at him. “I would imagine there will be many thoughts,
and many questions. Fortunately, we have lots of time ahead of us for you to ask as much as you like.”
“Okay, but here’s a really pressing one. Being vampire means I can fly, right?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“But how am I going to do that when I have no head for heights, unless—”
“Unless there’s a ladder under you? Yes, I’ve heard that one many times, Tommy.”
“Hey.” Tommy poked him in the ribs. “That’s a little unfeeling you know.”
Andrew chuckled and sat up. “Tommy, your fear of heights was a human failing. Now
that you are no longer hu—well, let’s say mortal, that vulnerability will no longer be a part of you. You won’t get sick, you won’t grow old—and you won’t close your eyes when we go soaring into the night sky together. Although, I have to admit, that was a rather endearing eccentricity of yours.”
“You’re jerking me around, aren’t you?”
“Never.”
“Huh. Well…” Tommy laid his head on Andrew’s shoulder, and snuggled against him.
“I guess I’m gonna find out the first time I try it.”
“I’ll be right there with you, don’t worry.” Andrew chuckled. “By the way, I thought it
best when we leave tomorrow not to subject you to the flight Marcus and Roger are taking tonight.”
“You mean…?”
“That’s right. They are flying vampire express back to LA.”
“Shit. I can’t believe that at some point I’m going to be okay with this.”
“You will. Of that, I have no doubt. It’s just a part of your new life, after all.”
“Huh.” Tommy was quiet for a few moments then he said, “At least it means I can take
my niece and nephew on the Ferris wheel next time I see them. They always want to go to
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the fairground, and I’ve always chickened out taking them on it. They never could
understand why a fireman wouldn’t go up there.”
“One thing about that, Tommy.”
“What’s that?”
“Just remember to take them to the fairground at night.”
“Oh, right.”
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Tommy walked into the firehouse and made his way to the chief’s office. Chief Lambert
looked up and gave Tommy a nod then indicated he should sit.
“Nice vacation?” he asked then looked at Tommy though narrowed eyes. “You sure
didn’t get a tan while you were in Iraq.”
“Not really the kind of place for sitting round the pool.”
Tommy gave him a tight smile. He was still a little uncomfortable smiling at humans, a
tad worried he might show the tips of his fangs. Sometimes, they seemed a little long, even to him.
“Anyway, Chief, I wondered if I could have the night shift on a permanent basis.”
Lambert arched an eyebrow. “Really? First time I’ve been asked that. Most guys like to
avoid that shift if they can.”
“It just kinda suits my purposes for the time being,” Tommy said, reciting the line he’d rehearsed earlier.
“And what might those ‘purposes’ be, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Uh, I’d like to go back to school, earn a degree in Sociology.”
“Is that a fact?” Lambert looked impressed. “Well, looks like I won’t be losing you for a few years.”
“No, sir.” Tommy allowed himself a half grin. “It’ll take a while, but I have to think of the future.”
“Of course. Okay, I’ll schedule you for the eight o’clock shift starting tomorrow night, how’s that?”
“Terrific, chief. Thanks a lot.”
“No problem, Tommy. And…” Lambert shivered a little as he shook Tommy’s hand
over his desk. “You should try and get a bit of sun on your days off. You look a mite pale.”
Alex was waiting for him when he left the firehouse. “How’d it go?”