In the morning, Aaron woke to something poking him in the side. He
sleepily reached down to remove the offending object. As he touched it he
realized that it was Blade’s erection. The vampire had wrapped his body around
Aaron’s sometime during the night. There was no way he could pry him off
without waking him. Aaron lay there and contemplated the dangers of waking a
hung-over vampire. Blade snuggled closer and began rubbing his hips against
Aaron’s thigh. Aaron shifted uneasily as the motion aroused him. He tried to
lay as still as possible but he couldn’t help matching the vampire’s rhythm.
The vampire made a sound as he found his release. Aaron sat up as Blade rolled
over on to his back.
He cautiously got up and slipped into the bathroom. He took care of
his own release during his bath.
As he walked out of the bathroom, he noticed
that the vampire was still out. He dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
He
spent the morning wandering around the town before going back to the hotel to
see if Blade was up.
He walked into the bedroom to find the vampire sitting on the bed
with his head in his hands.
“Good morning, Blade,” he greeted him cheerfully. The vampire glared
at him and made a rude gesture with his hands. “Now is that anyway to treat
someone you’re trying to seduce?”
“I hate you. Go away.” Blade growled.
“Just out of curiosity, how does a vampire get drunk?”
“Go. Away,” the vampire enunciated.
Aaron laughed. “I’m sorry. You’re usually so in control. I find the
situation amusing. You do have my sympathies. I know just how you feel.”
The vampire’s reply to that statement was too low for Aaron to make
out, but judging by the tone of voice it wasn’t a compliment. Blade levered
himself up and stumbled into the bathroom. Aaron lay on the bed listening to the
sound of running water.
“Are you feeling better?” Aaron asked when Blade finally came out.
“I need a drink.”
“Hair of the dog doesn’t actually work that well.”
The vampire flicked a hand dismissively. “I meant blood, just blood.
It’ll help my headache.”
Aaron stood up and walked to where Blade was leaning against the
wall rubbing his temples. He tilted his head and brushed his hair out of the
way.
“Are you sure?” Blade asked.
“No. I know how good it feels to be fed from. To you this is almost
as intimate as sex.”
Aaron tensed as Blade stepped forward and brushed his lips against
his neck. He loved it when Ice fed from him. It made the sex so much better.
His body reacted knowing what was coming. Blade licked his neck before sinking
his fangs into the vein. Aaron tangled his fingers into Blade’s hair as the
vampire fed.
He slid his hands down the other’s bare back. A quick tug and the
towel fell on the floor. Aaron used one hand to free himself and nudged the
vampire’s legs open.
A quick thrust and he was sheathed inside him. A few more
thrusts and his spent himself as the vampire pulled away from his neck.
Aaron breathed heavily. He hadn’t meant to screw him, but being fed
from was just so arousing.
“Are you all right?” A soft voice whispered into his ear.
“Yeah. Are you?”
A breath of air against his cheek. “Yes. I do not mind a little
pain.”
Aaron shuddered in revulsion. “I do. I hate it when Ice forgets his
own strength.”
“I find pain enjoyable, but not necessary. Shall we retire to the
bed? Not that I find your proximity objectionable, I just think it would be
little more comfortable.”
Aaron flushed as he realized that they were still leaning against
the wall. He pulled away. He didn’t resist as Blade led him to the bed and
removed his clothing. He curled up naked next to Blade. Eventually the feel of
skin against skin aroused him to the point where he wanted, needed to be inside
Blade.
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