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"Get up, now!" He marched me outside into the darkening street. "Close your eyes. Now!" he barked as I stared at him, eyes wide open. "Very well then..."

He put his arms around me, and I felt my feet leave the ground. I looked down—Whoa! I closed my eyes, and held on tight. We alighted in the courtyard of his home.
Oh, oh,
I thought.
He's really mad at me. No bedroom this time.
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released me from his embrace before pacing up and down, frowning and talking to himself in some strange language. "Look, I'm sorry," I said, trying to get his attention.

He glared at me for a moment, then he was standing in front of me, cupping my face in his hands, kissing me with a hard passion. I kissed him back, clinging to him, pushing the erection I'd had ever since he'd yelled at me in the bar against his crotch. I pulled his shirt free of his jeans and ran my hands over his rock hard torso.

"Marcus, Marcus," I mumbled into his mouth. "I love you, I love you..."

We were naked, our clothes torn from us, flung aside by some invisible hand. He knelt before me, taking my near bursting erection between his lips. His hands caressed my butt, pulling me further into his mouth, while his tongue swirled around the head of my pulsing cock. As hard as I tried, I couldn't control the rush of my climax as it tore through me, rocking me to my very core.

With a strangled cry, I ejaculated into his mouth. His emerald eyes bored into mine as he sucked me dry, his hand draining the last vestiges of my orgasm over his tongue. I collapsed into his arms, and he held me, kissing my open mouth, letting me taste my own essence.

"Now," I whispered, arching my neck and inviting his vampire's kiss.
His brow creased with concern. "Are you sure of this, Roger?"
"Very, very sure."
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"Then I will accept your blood, for it is given and taken with love."

His lips on my throat sent a shudder of desire mingled with fear through my entire body. I felt his fangs nip at my flesh, tenderly at first, then more forcefully, breaking the skin, letting the blood flow. His mouth closed over the wound, and he lapped at my blood, his tongue tugging at the stream and savouring every drop. I felt his body stiffen in my arms, his hard cock pushing between my thighs. I let my head drop back in ecstasy.

Take it all
, I thought.
Make me yours forever
.
No
, came his gentle reply.
Just enough for now. Your sweet blood will sustain me and give me strength.

I realised I had read his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken aloud to me. He licked the wound, then his lips were again on mine, and this time, I tasted my own blood.

 

He turned me around. His chest pressed against my back and his throbbing cock now pushed between my butt cheeks. I reached behind me and grasped his hard flesh in my hand, guiding it into my eager opening, pushing hard against him, even while I gasped from the pain.

He lifted me onto himself, his hands around my chest, teasing my nipples. I hooked my feet and ankles around his muscular thighs, arching my body to give him greater access, and we stood erect, fused together as he slowly pumped his cock so deep inside me I imagined I would taste him when he ejaculated. He shouted my name as the paroxysm of his orgasm overtook him, and it was the sweetest sound I had 94

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ever heard in my entire life.
Yes,
I thought wildly.
NowI am yours, and you are mine!

I held his vibrant body pressed against my own as he gave himself so willingly to me. I could not remember ever feeling so completely lost in the sensual sensations that overcame me. No one, not even Thomas, had ever made me feel so totally enraptured in the act of love. Nowthis sweet man had given me his greatest gift. His lifeblood, along with his body. In doing so he had sealed his destiny. His thoughts came to me, claiming me as his own, and howI savoured those words, silently spoken with love and passion. Ah, my beloved Roger. Suddenly, my life has newmeaning.

The long wait is over...

We stood like sculpted statues for a long time, Marcus still supporting me in his arms, as our breathing steadied and we regained our senses. When at last he slipped out of me, and lowered me to the ground, I leaned back against him, taking his hands, rubbing them over my chest and stomach, pushing my rump into his groin, teasing him playfully.

"Roger," he whispered in my ear, and I turned in his arms, crushing his lips with mine. He opened his mouth, letting my tongue caress his. Our breath intermingled, the sweet taste of his saliva like an erotic balm. I pressed my face against the solid wall of his chest, listening to his heart beat in unison with my own.

I lifted my head and smiled at him, a smile of deep and abiding devotion. He took my hand and walked me to the wall where we could again look down on the sea of lights that is 95

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Los Angeles. His arm was about my waist, pulling me closer to him. I shivered in the night cold but was content to stand there with him, basking in the glow of what had just passed between us. He turned to me, locking my eyes with his, his fingertips gently stroking my cheek.

"I do believe you love me," he said softly.
"Haven't I said so? Can't you read it in my mind?"

He nodded, pulled me close, caressed my body, and kissed my face and mouth. I shuddered within his embrace, wanting more, so much more. Wanting to never leave his side, wanting,
needing
our lives to be inexorably joined forever.

"There is danger in what we do," he murmured.
"I don't care," I said, pushing myself deeper into his arms.
"I love you. I'll face anything with you. Any danger. As long as you love me."
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Chapter Seven
Marcus was careful in his initiation of me. In my impetuosity, I would have gladly given him all my blood in one fell swoop—or gulp if you like—but he kept saying he wanted me to be sure. I
was
sure, of course, but I went along with the way he wanted it done.

Each night, he would drink a little of my blood, cutting me gently with his incisors, and I experienced a sexual rush that overcame any pain I might have otherwise felt. I clung to him, my cock engorged and hard, my arms and legs entwined around his body while he drank from me. Then, the moment came when, after he had fed from me, he told me I was ready.

"For what?" I asked.
"To receive my blood."
"But I can't bite you," I protested. "I'd make a terrible mess."
He laughed lightly and held me close to his chest. "Here, I'll make it easy for you."
In his hand, he held a tiny knife with which he cut a slit just over his left nipple. As his blood oozed from the cut, he pressed my lips to it.

"Drink from me, Roger, my beloved. Receive this gift I give you with my love." He held my head as I suckled, like a newborn babe, at his chest. His blood flowed over my tongue like sweet wine.

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After a time, he whispered, "Enough now," and drew his forefinger over the cut, closing it without so much as a visible scar. I lay with my face pressed against his chest, savouring the lingering taste, wondering how and when it would begin to change me.

After a few minutes, I looked up into his eyes.
"I don't feel anything," I said, in a complaining tone.

He smiled down at my petulant expression. "You will, but not in an earth shattering sort of way. There will be subtle changes—each time more noticeable, as you receive more of my blood."

"When will that be?"
"Soon. Do not be impatient, Roger. You are going to live a very long time. Learn to be patient in all things."
I lay back on the comforter and grinned at him. "Easy for you to say—I'm just a newbie at this kind of thing."

He leaned over me, tickling my chin with his tongue. "I would love to keep you a newbie always. Never lose that impish smile. No matter what may happen or what you may see, just keep that sweet charm that is innately yours."

 

God, but he said the nicest things to me—things I'd never heard from another man and never would again. Never would I want anyone else to whisper those delights in my ear. He was all I wanted, all I desired and all I lusted for day and night.

 

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closeness we felt, the intimacy we revelled in, the silly things we'd do, the jokes we'd play on one another, the laughter we'd share. He told me amazing stories of his life that seemed almost impossible, until I remembered he'd had more than one lifetime to experience so much. I loved to lie in his arms while he told me of his self-discoveries—when he'd first realised he was stronger than most men, when he'd found he could read thoughts and when he'd discovered he could fly.

"It was most amazing, Roger. Something I now take for granted was like a miracle to me at the time—and just when I desperately needed one. You see, I had decided to kill myself—"

 

"What?" I raised my head from his chest and looked at him, startled. "But why?"

"After the incident when I'd almost burned to death, I fell into a deep depression. It had become obvious to me that I was no longer mortal. Therefore, I could not live among mortal men. I could not be with my friends. I could not go even home. All these were lost to me, and quite frankly, I felt I could not live without it. All men and women need love and companionship, and I did not want to face a lifetime alone. At that time, I still did not know that I could possibly live forever. If I had, I think my despair would have driven me to madness.

"Anyway, one night, I stood on the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the sea, with the intention of throwing myself onto the rocks below. I pulled off the burned rags that had once been a fine linen toga and cast them away. I remember I said a prayer to Mars, the Roman god of war. In the army, 99 My Vampire and I
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he had been my protector, as he was for all soldiers, or so we believed. I asked him to take my soul, if I still had one, and to allow me to be a soldier again in his heavenly army. With that, I launched myself from the edge, closed my eyes and waited for my body to be dashed upon the rocks, ending the pain of desolation I felt each and every day.

"Instead, my body lifted and rose, spiralling upwards, soaring over the ocean below. Of course, I was astounded.

 

How could this be? I asked myself over and over. Yet, I revelled in this new source of power as I swooped down towards the waves, skimming the surface of the water, before soaring upwards again. That first time I flew all night until the first glimmer of the sunrise appeared over the horizon." "Wow," I murmured, seeing in my mind's eye Marcus looking like a naked Superman as he flexed his flying muscles.

 

"This of course," he continued, "seemed like the miracle I had prayed for. If I had been given this extraordinary power by the gods, then surely I should not throw my life away so needlessly. I decided then that I would live and take what fate had in store for me."

 

"And I'm very glad you did," I said, sliding my hand down the ridges of his abdomen, until I found that part of him I had become obsessed with— apart from his eyes, his mouth, his chest, his butt—oh, and of course, his mind. I smiled as I felt him harden in my hand. He sighed. "Roger, I am beginning to think that you see me as some sort of sexual plaything. After baring my soul to you, with what I consider to be an astounding event in my 100

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life, you merely want to grab my dick. Are you becoming a sex addict?"
I ran my tongue over his right nipple then licked my way up to his lips. Smiling into his eyes, I said, "Yes, but only with you."

A low, sensuous growl escaped his lips. He flipped me onto my back, showering my face and chest with hot, hot kisses. I writhed beneath him, a sensation of bliss enveloping me as he filled me with his manhood, and I bore down on him, pulling him in deeper. My eyes rolled back in my head. This was better than flying, any day!

 

Sometimes, after our lovemaking, I would lie beside Roger and watch him sleep. The darkness of night makes me restless—it always has. For that is the time of the vampire, the time when we venture abroad, seeking our sustenance.
But I loathed to leave Roger's side. To wander the streets or parks no longer seemed a necessary part of my life. Our lives were inescapably bound together, and it was my sworn duty to protect him from those whom I knewwould try to tear us apart.
The forces of evil were gathering around us, merely waiting for the opportunity to strike. At times, I chastised myself for bringing this danger into his life. Kurt had tried to hurt him, but he was a nonentity compared with what we might someday face.

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sashayed up to my window, a smirk as big as Texas on his stupid face.
"So," he sneered at me. "Still seeing Mr. Wonderful by Night?"
"What's it to you?" I asked, just as nastily.
"Is he giving you the big story about how you're the best lay he's ever had?"
"He isn't that crude, Kurt, but if he was comparing you and me, I'd be the winner hands down."

His face became an ugly scowl. "Well, you'd better make the most of it," he snarled. "Because from what I hear, he's not going to be around much longer."

 

"What are you talking about?" My voice was steady, but my stomach took a dive.

 

"Oh, someone I've been seeing tells me Marcus has made a lot of enemies over the years. It might be time for some payback, from what I understand."

"You're full o' shit," I sneered. "Marcus can look after himself. He's had a lot of practice."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he sing-songed on his way out.
I could hardly wait for the rest of my shift to be over, during which, I sent out many a mental warning to Marcus.
He'll be all right
, I told myself.
He can't be taken by surprise.
He's always aware of what's going on, even when he's asleep.