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it was too incredible to care. His head spun, the combined
weed and Adrien taking him higher than ever.
"Do it," he said. "Right now." He needed more. He
came, hard, bucking, the ceiling doing a slow, lazy rotation
above him.
"Not yet, love," Adrien said, moving up to kiss him,
blood and come still mingling on his tongue, making Zach
even higher than the joint.
June slipped into July and August heat followed after,
sweltering on the city streets. It was just sunset when Zach
came home from work. The new apartment, a basement flat
in a good building, looked empty. He set his briefcase
down and sat on the couch.
Adrien slipped up behind him and licked his neck.
"Sweet. You had chocolate martinis for lunch."
"Better follow up on that." Zach said with a shudder.
Adrien's tongue was all over his neck and ear. "Is all in
order, my love? Are your ready to cross?"
"Cashed in my 401k, liquidating the condo."
"Yes. I do like the new place." Adrien gave him a
smile. "And my money? Safely invested? Passport? Do you
have one?"
"Every cent. Long term, low risk, slow growth funds.
Passport done."
"Lovely. Enjoyed the last of your mortal pleasures?
The food, the drink, the drugs?"
"All of them."
Before he could move, Adrien had him pinned down
and his fangs had dropped. "How then? What would give
you the most pleasure?"
Zach shivered a little. The bites up until now had been
safe, sexy. "Is it painful?"
Adrien nodded. "In more ways than physical."
"Make it quick, then." Zach had never been into S&M
scenes, simply because he hated pain.
"You like the bite. This will be more of the same."
Adrien kissed him, which helped him relax a little. "The
death will depend on how hard you fight it. I will hold you
through it."
Zach took a deep breath and nodded. "Just... don't
leave."
"I will not." He kissed Zach again. "Where shall I give
you this final high, lover? Here?" He kissed his neck.
"Here?" Adrien's breath was cool over his thigh, unwarmed
by body heat.  Here?" The ivory of his fangs was hard
against Zach's own erection.
Zach drew him back up and tipped his head, baring his
throat, the favorite of all the places Adrien had bitten him.
"There." He closed his eyes and braced himself.
Adrien chuckled softly. "Ah, a classicist. Or shall I be
within you as we do this?"
"Yes." The word was half-sigh, half-consent.
Adrien led him to the bed, counting steps under his
breath. He found the lubricant and sat, braced against the
wall. "Take me in, sweet Zachery. Take me into your warm
body for the last time."
Zach moved onto him, wincing as the cool cock slid
into his body, driven in by his own weight. He'd moved into
full body shakes and only Adrien's arms around him kept
him from running. Adrien stroked him, guiding him.
"Beloved, if there are trepidations, we can delay the
crossing."
Zach took a deep breath and calmed down. "No. I'm
fine."
Adrien held him close. "So warm. I will miss this." He
took a small knife from the nightstand and cut open a small
vein in his own chest. "Drink while I take from you."
Too scared to do otherwise, Zach lowered his mouth to
the open wound. Adrien kissed his bared neck. Zach
moved, more relaxed now. Adrien's blood was getting him
drunk faster than whiskey. Adrien's blood was in him.
Adrien's cock was in him. And in a moment Adrien's fangs
were in him, breaking the skin, sending him over the edge.
"Come for me, one last time."
Zach kept moving, trying to prolong the orgasm. He
felt the warm come smearing between them and realized he
was very tired. He rested against Adrien's chest, wanting a
nap.
"Drink, love," Adrien said, licking at the blood that
flowed from his neck "Drink as long as you can." Zach
sucked weakly at the open wound on Adrien's chest, as
Adrien kept drinking from him. Adrien paused. "Listen,
your heart is slowing. Is it all you dreamed?"
A quiet moan was Zach's only response, the orgasm
still wracking his nerves, his head swimming and reality all
nonsense. It was the best high he'd ever had. Not booze or
tantric sex or pot or E or scarfing or any of the other things
he'd tried had left him like this.
Adrien smiled, listened to the last flutters of his heart
and laid him out on his bed. He laid down beside Zach's
body, holding him close. "You will awake tomorrow," he
whispered. "And then all the nights will be ours." He
chuckled softly. He held Zach through the day and as the
sun began to set, he carried the body into the bathroom and
made himself comfortable in the large tub.
Zach's eyes flew open as the sun vanished. Adrien
gripped him tightly bracing him against what was to come.
"It will be painful now, love. I know the porcelain is
cold. We are in here to make clean-up easier."
Zach started curling in on himself, cringing as cramps
wracked him. His insides emptied out, evacuating from all
orifices. Adrien held him tightly through it all, giving no
sign of revulsion as his sensitive nose was assailed.
"Sorry," Zach managed between spasms.
"You are dying. You are dead. The end of your life
flows from you. You cannot control it." Adrien
remembered his own nightmare, trapped in a raw pine box
under two feet of Louisiana dirt, alone and screaming.
When Zach's anguish passed, he ran a pleasantly warm
shower and began to clean them up.
Zach opened his mouth and this time nothing came out.
He tried again.
"Breathe in first and then speak, love. You will grow
accustomed to it." Adrien washed him gently. "What do
you require?"
Zach was very hoarse. "Hurts...."
Adrien nodded. "Yes. I am here. Hold onto me."
Zach took another breath. "Cut us open, are we black
on the inside? Rotten..." He was sick again, but brought
nothing up.
Adrien held him tightly. "Beautiful Zachery. Beautiful
forever now."
Zach looked at him curiously as the pain subsided.
Adrien finished washing him and wrapped them both in the
fluffy Egyptian cotton towels.
"Is it all you wanted?" Adrien asked.
"More."
"You want more or was it more?"
"Both." Zach kissed him sweetly, testing how things
felt now that he was dead, or rather undead.
Adrien returned it lovingly, his face full of joy. "You're
stronger than you think. Imagine doing it alone, in a box no
bigger than you are." At Zach's shudder, he said softly, "I
prayed a great deal, waiting to go to heaven, convinced I
was in hell."
"No fear of hell with you by me. Not now." Zach
kissed his shoulder, kissed the closed-over cut he'd drunk
from.
"There is no hell. No heaven. Nothing for us except the
night, the hunt and the long death."
Zach stiffened just a bit when a strange sensation
gripped him. His fangs descended for the first time and he
ran his tongue over them, curious.
"What, beloved?"
He nipped Adrien's shoulder playfully and drew a
laugh.
"Much nicer than your other teeth. Now I shall not
have to open my veins for you. You can do it yourself."
"Can it be controlled?" Zach licked over his teeth
which were back to normal now.
"I do. You will learn."
"Until then, it's just going to be like my dick in seventh
grade.."
Adrien laughed again. "Exactly. And that should never
go down now. Although you are welcome to." He stroked
Zach's unnoticed-until-now erection.
Zach laughed soundlessly, then drew in the air to say,
"That's what I like to hear."
"And you will have climax after climax, as a woman
does, without a wait between them."
"Even better." Zach stepped carefully to the side,
testing the changes in his body. He didn't seem any more
powerful now than before.
"For now, you will be wanting food, water and
clothing." Adrien gestured to the clothes he'd laid out. "I
will make food as soon as I clean up in here." He set to
scrubbing the shower by smell alone, making sure all the
last remnants of Zach's mortality had gone down the drain.
Adrien rose to dress himself and Zach shoved him
against the wall, kissing him hard. He hadn't dressed.
Adrien purred as Zach's fangs dropped for an instant,
cutting his lip. "Oh darling."
"Fuck me again," Zach demanded. "On the bed." He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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