Unveiling

[Trillian]

Reed used the ensuite, figuring that if he was sleeping in Tom\'s bed (!) he would use Tom\'s bathroom too. His stomach was still flip-flopping as he pushed the bathroom door shut, not bothering to close it properly because he couldn\'t be bothered. Once he was in the shower, he rubbed his stomach to try and settle it down. Apprehension, he supposed.
 
Did Tom really ask me to live with him?
 
It hadn\'t been a question though. The arrogant fuck had just made declarations of Reed\'s room and what Reed might like in there. The pussy hadn\'t actually come out and asked.
 
It\'s exactly the type of shit you\'d pull
 
Yeh, he recognised the stunt as one similar to his own, if he\'d wanted to make Tom the same offer. He\'d followed the guy around for a year, after all, knowing about the vampirism and curious enough about it to hang with his mate beyond the regular get togethers. He\'d paid for the priviledge of course, in both money and blood, paving Tom\'s way for him. Tom obviously had money of his own, to be able to afford doing up a house like this, but Reed didn\'t care what he spent it on - he\'d always thought Tom didn\'t have any substantial savings though. That was an assumption he\'d had to reel in, fast.
 
Under the flow of hot water, he rubbed his face and then soaped himself up. He took his time and washed his hair, twice. Then he simply stood under the spray and daydreamed.

[Existentially Odd]

Tom rolled over on the bed and located his remote, intending to watch some cable... and then lamenting the fact that he hadn\'t installed an automatic door opener for the wardrobe.  He got up and opened the door, sat back on the bed and flipped.  Nothing interesting was on (he decided immediately), so he switched to looking through the cameras and checking out how he could zoom in on Reed\'s luggage, watching the bed and doing some daydreaming of his own.

He got bored of that within about ten minutes, though, and started zooming in on the bathroom door with the cameras... when even that didn\'t summon his friend out of the shower after another five minutes passed, he began to get suspicious about what the fuck Reed was doing.  Then he began to worry that perhaps he\'d fallen asleep under the spray and then slipped and hit his head... but no, he had vampiric hearing, he would\'ve noticed a thud.  He was entirely too paranoid about his friend\'s life now... but that didn\'t stop him from dropping the remote on the bed, hastily getting up and walking in through the half closed door, swinging it open without a qualm.

"Dude!  Get your hand off it, if it hasn\'t happened now, it\'s just not working!" he announced with false cheer, part of him still worried that something was wrong... but no, as he looked through the clear glass of the shower stall, he saw that Reed was perfectly fine (and perfectly fine looking) beneath the shower\'s spray.  Tom\'s hands went to his hips as he looked the tanned brunette over, surprised to be finding himself admiring his physique - for a mortal, he certainly knew how to look after himself.  "What the fuck are you doing in here?  Don\'t they have showers in Australia or something?" he demanded, giving a wry smile and a shake of his head.

He\'s okay... you\'ve gotta\' stop fucking worrying he\'s gonna\' drop dead on you now!

[Trillian]

Reed had a very simple retort.  He held up his middle finger on the shower stall door for Tom to admire, and remained under the spray.  He wondered what Tom\'s hurry was, surely he could find things to do while Reed showered?  What did he use to do before Reed was in the country?
 
Once he decided Tom had admired his finger for long enough, he brought it down and then looked through the steamy shower door at Tom.  Splashing some water on it to see his friend\'s expression, he had a very spontaneous request to make which he didn\'t think Tom would go for - but nowadays?  It was hard to tell.
 
"You can help make it happen, if you like," he grinned before waggling his tongue at him.  Half of him expected Tom to say something witty and then leave the bathroom, the other half expected Tom to take him up on his offer.  His heart pounded a little harder as he awaited the reaction.

[Existentially Odd]

Tom snorted laughter, looking Reed over thoughtfully, instinctively inclined to tell him to jam his offer and walk out because of that brazen finger.  But if he had to be honest with himself, he\'d have to admit that it wasn\'t like he hadn\'t anticipated this happening... wasn\'t like he hadn\'t rolled around in his damn big ass bed fantasising about drinking Reed and fucking him in it, wondering what they could get up to with no pressure to hide from their buddies, not a soul in the whole city likely to disturb them...

He\'d come to some conclusions about himself in that time, too.  Well, it\'d been months, after all, and he\'d done quite a lot of (uncharacteristic) soul searching and thinking... inspired initially by his lacklustre interest in pursuing random fucks and feedings, compounded by his constant thinking about Reed.  Yeah, he\'d come to some conclusions, alright.

"Sure," he agreed, nonchalantly shucking his pants (he\'d removed his boots and socks when he\'d got home) and shirt.  He left them on the bathroom floor where they fell and opened the glass door, stepping into the large shower space (he\'d purposely made it big, designed to fit two).  He crowded Reed, ducking his head under the water to ensure he was fully wet, then wiping his face off with both hands.  He grinned as he then reached out to grab the other, intending to pull him up against him by the hips, front to front.  He didn\'t see the point in mucking around, if he\'d been invited, after all.

[Trillian]

Reed, who\'d both wanted this to happen and also not,
 
What kind of contradictive freak, are you?
 
wondered where Tom\'s easy acceptance of sexuality between men, had come from.  Sure, they\'d been together a couple of times, but it had been largely hetero-based curiosity and more than a minor portion of blood blackmail.  So, why was Tom here in this shower, hugging him, rubbing cocks together like it was turning him on?
 
Who the fuck are you?  You buy a house, settle down in a city, invite me over and imply committment, hug me in the shower, look like you\'re ready to fuck.  Where is Tom?
 
"You\'re an unpredictable cunt," Reed said, but reached down and squeezed Tom\'s ass with both hands before licking a trail up his chest.
 
Fuck me
(and he has, real nice)
he\'s gorgeous
Why should I complain?
Don\'t fight it, just go with it
Give him something
You know you want it too
 
"Drink from me," Reed said into the rush of hissing water.  It wasn\'t an offer or request.

[Existentially Odd]

Releasing a breathy chuckle at being told he was unpredictable and impressed that Reed could turn right around and prove he was by requesting the drinking straight up, Tom grinned obligingly.  He gripped the mortal\'s chin between his thumb and fingers (not harshly but neither was it a loving gesture) with his left hand, and tipped his head in that direction.  He leaned in and prodded Reed\'s throat with his tongue tip, enjoying the pulse of the vein beneath.  He also enjoyed the way his buddy smelled; all clean and wet and... Reedish... so he lingered there with a softer, lapping tongue for a moment or two but...

He bit soon enough.  The first drop caused his grip on the mortal\'s hip to strengthen quite a bit, and the vampire to undulate against his victim

How the fuck is he so sweet?  That\'s just... mindblowing... every time... how could I think about stopping this shit?  I must be fucking crazy.

as a shiver of awareness rippled through him.  He knew Reed would be able to safely lose quite a bit of blood, but he didn\'t want to be greedy now and rule out anything later or tomorrow night, so he attempted not to bite too deeply, not to use too many fangs, he just tasted lightly... but... Reed just tasted so good that... he found it hard to remain in control.

After one mouthful, in fact, Tom\'s left hand released Reed\'s jaw, snaking up along his face to get a grip on the longer strands of hair on the top of his hand (a feat he would never dare attempt if he didn\'t know that Reed had just washed it and he wouldn\'t get chewed out for ruining his precious styling).  The power of the blood seemed to be filling him instantly  

Does it get quicker to thrill me, the longer I go without tasting him?

as he closed his fingers on the brown hair and moved Reed\'s head very gently and slightly in time with his swallows.  His right hand snuck around and squeezed an ass cheek, his fingers sliding up and down the crease teasingly.

[Trillian]

With his heart racing and understanding that the adrenalin coursing through his veins would probably give Tom an extra thrill, Reed surrendered himself willingly, surprised to find how strong his desire for this was.
 
When Tom bit, and moved against him, Reed released a half-sigh, half-groan and his hands automatically went around Tom\'s shoulders. Tom rubbing against him while drinking was a great sensation, one he encouraged with movement from his own hips.
 
More touching and Reed found himself as lost in it as he was in sex
 
as lost as you were with Ryan when you called out Tom\'s name
 
Ryan? How the hell had he remembered his name? Those others he slept with were unimportant. It suddenly struck him that Tom was very important to him.
 
important enough to live with him?
fuck it
don\'t think about that shit now
just... Enjoy
 
Reed scratched his nails finely across Tom\'s shoulders and mirrored Tom\'s grip in his hair. He hoped this would end satisfyingly for them both. So far it had for the past couple of times, he wouldn\'t mind making a habit of it. He moved his ass back and forth, against Tom\'s fingers and then forward to meet groin to groin, feeling spoiled.

[Existentially Odd]

Although the blood was seeping, the taste of it was so good, Tom found himself actively sucking from the vein, encouraging it to come in hot bursts that splashed against the roof of his mouth that he then pressed against with his tongue.  He\'d never been one to wax lyrical about the tang and texture of a victim\'s blood (except a baby\'s... that was a delicacy in its own right) but his mind was concocting all sorts of psychedelic images to go with every mouthful of Reed.

It was damn unsettling and not anything he\'d expected.  He thought it might have something to do with the fact that he was feeling along with the tasting; in his mind he was seeing blooming masses of colour (nothing specific, just colours) but in his body there were greater reactions, emotions surfacing; happiness and... contentment and excitement.

It was too much, he was too attached.

He bit his lip harshly - before he could think too much about it - bleeding onto the wound and prying at it with his tongue until it closed, releasing his hold on Reed\'s hair, softening his grip on his ass... calming down.  He needed to calm down

reassess, fuck

and get a handle on things.  After a few moments pressing his lips against Reed\'s skin, sliding them up and down while he stroked his hair and caressed his hip, Tom steeled himself and moved back, forcing a smile onto his face.  He didn\'t feel it, despite feeling so good a moment before.  He was... confused.  His goal had been clear, fuckit; his thoughts far less muddy when not facing the reality of his lover.  He remained touching the mortal, but there was some space between them, so he could look into his deep brown eyes.

"Thanks," he said simply, finding it was inadequate for what he was experiencing, but enough to have something out there for Reed to react to.

[Trillian]

Reed was disappointed that Tom had pulled away, and this was apparent in his gaze even through the dreamy quality of his stare.  It was like waking up before getting enough sleep.  He was frowning lightly but couldn\'t exactly be angry at Tom for doing exactly as Reed asked.  Maybe he didn\'t know Reed had wanted to fuck?
 
Maybe Tom is still the Tom you know
 
Reed let go of Tom so that he could run his hands over his hair, pushing it back and out of his face, looking at the vampire through the wash of the shower, wondering why the other stopped.  He wasn\'t feeling light-headed or anything.
 
He wanted to say something, anything, but couldn\'t think of what to say so just stared back, wondering what Tom was seeing in his expression.

[Existentially Odd]

Once Reed moved, Tom\'s spell was broken and he let go of the mortal, reaching for the soap because his hands suddenly felt very empty.  He ducked around Reed, standing behind him so that he could use the spray

and you don\'t have to look at his face back here

without interference.

This wasn\'t going to plan at all.  It was his own fucking fault, too.  He\'d created an expectation through his teasing, initially, letting Reed think there was a sexual element to his feeding off him... and then there was for him, too, through the trickery of it.  In making Reed want him, he\'d turned the tables and wanted as well... so there\'d been a couple of heady feeds and fucks before... New Zealand.  Where shit had started to crash down on Tom and make him see that he had it within his grasp to make Reed a lot less fragile... and that had seemed a fabulous idea when he was here, alone in his house.

It\'d seemed simple.  A few last feedings, some sex and then he\'d turn Reed undead (with his agreement... probably).  After that, he\'d anticipated a new depth to their companionship but he\'d figured the sex would die down because there\'d be no more feedings and they\'d be closer on a sire-fledgling level anyway.

Now he found it not so simple, because Reed was warm and tasted beautiful and felt divine and he liked the tension and unpredictability of it.  Ah, who was he kidding? He loved the unpredictability of it and that element would be gone if he... killed Reed.  He hadn\'t expected it, though; Reed was a guy - not his sexual preference but his... life preference?  How the fuck did that shit work?

He glowered at Reed\'s neck while he negligently soaped himself up, acknowledging that he didn\'t have a clue about what he was doing.  It had been much simpler when he hadn\'t given a shit about the mortal race, not one of them.  But apparently one was enough to bring down his defenses and show him a different side of existing.  He\'d certainly never had such enjoyment out of his life, until Reed came along and really... all he wanted was to hang onto that.  Because it was actually kind of cool to share shit with someone that wasn\'t going to be dead in the next ten minutes.

Spontaneously, he stepped forward again, wrapping his arms around Reed\'s middle and resting his forehead on his left shoulder, front pressed intimately to back.  He wanted to express his confusion, his deliberations

more sharing... great

but couldn\'t.  He needed to know what he wanted before he dragged Reed through this stupidity.  Reed would laugh and call him a fucking idiot for caring, even if he tried to justify his fluctuating emotions by explaining it was the first time he\'d ever cared about anyone but himself - and Reed was in the same damn boat!  Still, he knew there\'d be teasing.

"I\'m glad you came," he said softly.

[Trillian]

But I didn\'t cum
 
was immediately on his lips but he bit it back, knowing that he\'d be fucking up seriously if he made light of a serious moment.  Was this the kind of shit that he wanted?  It seemed it was, because he liked the fact that Tom had said that (even though on a shallower element it pissed him off), but how long would that last?  Maybe they\'d have a bit of fun on a more intimate level, maybe it would even last for a while, but they were who they were, and Reed knew his attention span.
 
Short.
 
The longest relationship was... fuck, what relationship?  He\'d never been there, done that.  Why would he?  He\'d had casual partners he\'d come back to fuck, but even they drifted away over time.  His most committed relationship were his friendships with Tom and the rest of their buddies, and even then he wouldn\'t\'ve cared too much if one of them had died.
 
"I missed you too, you fucking retard," Reed said, betraying some of his indignation from missing out in the shower while also acknowledging that he didn\'t regret being here.
 
He was confused.  Maybe he was already in a relationship with Tom.

[Existentially Odd]

Missed me?  Is that what this is? This erratic bullshit.  Missed him...
 
The vampire gave a breathy chuckle, delivered against Reed\'s left ear as he raised his head to nuzzle against it, amazed by how the words made him feel.  It was so lame but he liked being missed, it felt good to be told that he\'d been thought about.  It was reassuring to know that it hadn\'t all been one sided and although he couldn\'t understand the exact nature of it, just knowing satisfied something hesitant within.
 
"Yeah?" he murmured.  "What\'d you miss about me?"

[Trillian]

When faced with the question
 
Everything
 
Reed couldn\'t find an answer that he felt was appropriate.  He thought about it for a moment, then listened as the silence extended beneath the spray of the water.
 
"The whole world is made up of losers.  You\'re not one of them."  What was he trying to say.  That Tom was worthy?  He supposed that would have to placate the vampire.  If Tom wanted specifics, well, Reed would tease the fuck out of him.
 
He thought about how they were positioned.  As soon as Tom wrapped arms around him, Reed\'s own had covered over them, keeping them in place.  He\'d done it without thinking about it, without realising it.  Body language should be telling Tom everything, right?  Reed liked being in his arms - sappy, but true.

[Existentially Odd]

Tom laughed fully at the non-specific wording, finding himself back in a place he felt entirely comfortable with his buddy; the realm of jest.  He walked Reed in a little circle so that he was facing the smooth, tiled wall that didn\'t hold the taps and showerhead and began winding his arms in and around Reed\'s as he spoke.

"I\'m not a loser?  That\'s all you\'re giving me?  That\'s what you missed about me?" he murmured, nipping Reed\'s ear and flicking it with his tongue as he finally reached the mortal\'s hands and lifted them away from their bodies.  He pressed Reed\'s palms flat against the tiles with his hands atop them, pinning them in place beneath entwined arms.  "Nothing else?" he prompted, rubbing his crotch against his buddy\'s ass.

It was exactly the type of teasing he\'d always done but the difference between what he\'d once done and now, was the fact that he sported a semi because he knew how good the follow through could be.  He half wished it weren\'t the case, so that Reed might believe he wasn\'t about to do anything - and definitely not until he was told in detail what had been missed.

"I missed the way you tasted," he whispered, draped over Reed\'s back and still licking around his ear while he spoke, chest muscles rubbing slow circles across and around shoulder blades.  "I missed the warmth and the feel of you around me," he hissed, with a protracted grind that only made him harder.  "And," he said, suddenly a lot brighter and pulling himself away from Reed as much as he could (while still keeping his hands in place), "I missed you when I found this really cool overhanging rock that\'s like four stories high out in the woods and I didn\'t have a spot partner to abseil down it.  It\'s good you\'re here," he chirped, smirking at the back of Reed\'s head, playing him knowingly.

[Trillian]

Mmmn, yes
 
He liked where this conversation was headed, liked the fact that Tom was much better at the sappy shit than he was, so that way Reed didn\'t feel stupid even with his tiny offering. As he was told how he was missed, he prepared himself a better response to give Tom, so his friend could feel the same warmth at hearing nice shit said about him. Tease him if he wanted specifics? Reed was prepared to let that go, simply because of the surprisingly nice way it felt to be told the things he had.
 
Until, of course, Tom pulled away and spouted some crap about seeing a rock that he wanted to climb. Reed knew he was just being toyed with, the sudden subject change and Tom\'s withdrawal was pretty fucking obvious, but it still had an immensely negative effect on Reed, who lowered his hands from the shower stall wall and shifted so that he was leaning with his shoulder against it, looking at the wall in front of him, seeing Tom peripherally. He was pissed off at his buddy, seriously pissed off for turning a vulnerable moment into a joke.
 
Where\'s my fucking sense of humour gone?
 
Maybe this was why he never had relationships, because as soon as they began to bud and flower, he found he couldn\'t be teased anymore.
 
Fuck that, I don\'t mind being teased just
Not when I don\'t know where I stand
 
Still angry and upset, he took a breath while still facing the wall and managed to smirk over his shoulder at Tom.
 
"You\'re just saying you can\'t do anything without me," he replied blithely, teasing back even while his chest felt hollow and his gut was wrenching. Why the fuck was he feeling this way? Couldn\'t he just feel like he was pretending to feel? Bemused and light-hearted? It would make things easier.