All At Once

[skeggsismad]

THEY arrived at the mansion some fifteen minutes later, though Lamar could accomplish the same drive in five. As Emil would often say, “Lamar and the speed laws have a slight difference in opinion.”  In fact, the Fae was very much on Emil’s mind as they pulled into the front driveway of his beachfront estate. Whether the nymph was home or not would probably dictate how long his rendezvous with Bill would ultimately last.

“Come on, pookie,” He spoke as he helped Bill out of the passenger side of the car and guided him towards the enclosed front porch. They passed through it too quickly to appreciate much of the detail of the patio furniture or the decorative lights illuminating the windows, and indeed Emil had heard it was a much prettier view in the daytime anyhow.

As soon as he walked down the main hallway he could detect indeed Lamar was home. The Earth Nymph’s scent was thick in his nostrils and he could hear the patterns of heavy breathing. Usually that would indicate that someone was sleeping, but he knew very well that in Lamar’s case sleep occurred at the most inopportune of times.

“Well, this is it! It’s a one level, so it isn’t quite the most grand building you’ll ever encounter but I assure you that the décor in each and every room has been personally overseen by no one other than myself, and I’ll be less than modest in admitting I have excellent tastes in that sort of thing. I used to interior design for a living, in fact. It was a brief period of time in my life but I did learn a lot. I think the most comfortable place for us is going to be the living room but I need to check something beforehand- do you mind?”

Once more Emil had returned to his quick-paced information overload style of talking, indicating that he was much more relaxed and certain of himself than he had been during the meeting at the beach.

[Annalas]

Bill certainly didn't see much of the outside of the small mansion that they arrived at, but once inside, it was easy to see that Emil's expensive taste had strewn itself all over his house in the most aesthetic way. He nodded, noticing immediately that Emil seemed back to his perky self once more. He wasn't sure which he loved more: the serious but caring Emil or the perky, chattering one. He liked both, to be honest…Emil was just a wonderful person to know.

"Okay," he murmured as he looked around as much as he could, loving the style of decor Emil had chosen for the place. The vampire was absolutely right; he had exquisite tastes in decor, and the money to back that taste, as well.

"I love your place…"

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“Oh, thank you sweetie.” He commented rather dismissive, mind only half there.
Emil wandered further down the hallway and into the kitchen, a spacious room composed of marble counters and floors as well as oak cupboards that set the room’s hue a toasty brown. He was getting close on the scent of Lamar as he passed through the open archway of the kitchen to the dining room, observing the figure of the Earth Nymph who was seated at the long dining room table with his body slumped over his chair and his face resting in a plate of salad greens. He’d fallen asleep while eating- again.

“Lamar!” Emil spoke with a raised voice while simultaneously clapping his hands together. It elicited a response for the slumbering Fae who suddenly lifted his head and began to rub the sleep from his eye. Once he felt ‘awake’, Lamar looked to his wristwatch. He let out a flustered sigh and stood up, moving things around in a mad rush.

“Can you clean that up? I’m super late now.” Lamar snipped, pointing Emil’s gaze to the food as he pushed past Emil (and Bill if he had followed Emil into the room) down the hallway and into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it with a slam.

Everything had happened so quickly that Emil stood next to the dining room table biting his lip slightly, expression discontented until of course he realized Bill was still around. He couldn’t have him seeing him like this.

Scooping up the uneaten salad plate, Emil went to the kitchen to get a Tupperware container to store it in. There was no need to waste food and Lamar would probably eat it later when he was in less of a hurry. As he did so he was quiet, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

[Annalas]

Bill wasn't sure what he was supposed to do--follow Emil or try to find the living room on his own. Not wanting to get lost--or worse, assume one room was the living room when it was a meditation room or something high class that was probably in Emil's house--he followed after the vampire, figuring that he just needed to check on something minuscule, such as laundry or the thermostat or something like that.

To Bill's surprise, though, he saw a very handsome somebody rush past him and into the bathroom. He turned curiously back to Emil, stepping further into the kitchen, which was as tasteful as the rest of the house.

"Wow…you have a really big kitchen," he broke the silence awkwardly, having missed the snippet of conversation between the two while he was busy admiring the decor. "Didn't expect you to cook a lot…I guess it's only for show, then, right?"

Oh course it was only for show. Except for whomever that was, anyway, that just ran past him. It only then occurred to him that Emil had mentioned a roommate…was that him, or the roommate's boyfriend? He didn't want to jump to conclusions, and he simply couldn't remember the roommate's name, anyway. Maybe he just shouldn't bring it up?

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Emil snapped out of his haze and gave Bill a smile. It had nothing to do with anything the young man had said or done- he was just trying to pull himself from the mood that Lamar rushing around like that got him into. He didn’t mind in the least picking up after Lamar and helping him out when he could, but it did worry him that the Nymph couldn’t slow down for long enough to take a nap and ended up slobbering all over his food. Now Lamar was late for something and he just wished that his roommate would slow down and take a rest.

“Oooh, no, sweetheart. I can’t eat, that’s true, but cooking is one of my favorite things to do, especially for guests. Why I consume cookbooks like some people do romance novels. I’m always looking for the next delicious recipe and a few people to test it out on! And Lamar, my roommate, he’s not of my nature. He can eat and does so rather regularly.” Emil explained as he placed the Tupperware container in the fridge and clapped his hands together.

“Well, now  that that’s taken care of, I’ll show you to the living room!” He wrapped his arm around Bill’s shoulders and led him down the hallway to the living room. It was a particularly spacious room, moreso a den than an actual living room.

 The walls were cobblestone packed in shades of tan, gray and dark orange with two sets of French doors on the left side of the room that led out to the balcony. Square windows surrounded the doors and a pair of grand red curtains were hung over each door, parted for now considering the time was night. In the wall space between the two French doors was a lit fireplace and fixated above it was a shelf, complimented with pictures of Emil and several of his friends, putting a personalized homey touch to the room. The floor was wooden but in the center of the room was a floral rug that stretched wide enough to fit comfortably a tan couch, alligator skin coffee table (which was adorned with a potted plant and several magazines) and two red lazy boy seats.   On the side of the room opposite to the French doors was an entertainment book shelf that contained a flat screen television in the middle of it with books casing the shelf on the sides.

“Mmm, let’s sit on the couch!” Emil spoke, letting go of Bill and picking up a couple of decorative pillows to push to the side as he sat down, making room for Bill to his side.

[Annalas]

It was surprising to find that Emil liked to cook, though he couldn’t eat. Bill had simply figured that the mere smell of food must make him nauseous, if he couldn’t eat at all. Then again, he supposed that it could be more a lack of hunger or a disinterest in food as opposed to getting food poisoning from the mere smell of it. The  sudden image of the first time he had seen Emil, sputtering and begging for water, came to him then, making him grin widely at the memory. Emil was like no vampire he had ever met before.

He’s not of my nature. Bill took that to mean that Lamar was human instead of vampire. He didn’t know about any other creatures besides the two races, after all, so surely he wouldn’t know to ask if Lamar was anything but human. It had been an honest surprise to find that there were different types of vampires such as Benny, honestly.

“Oh,” he observed, a large smile still on his face. “You probably have a lot of practice, too. I’d love to come over some time to help test some if you want.” Bill would get fed, then Emil would probably get fed…win-win, really. He leaned into the arm wrapped around him as the vampire escorted him to the living room.

The room was spacious and well-designed and decorated, as it seemed every room in the house was. He waited a moment for Emil to prepare the couch and sit before Bill took his own seat close to Emil—far closer than he needed to be. He had briefly debated on sitting on the vampire’s lap, but the fear of an embarrassing rejection made him stop. He and Emil were friends, sure, and Emil was about to feed from him…but that didn’t mean that Bill could simply help himself to the other’s lap!

“Oh wow, it’s really comfy,” he commented, smiling up at Emil. It was about that time that the nerves decided to come back, as he fully realized that he was about to be tasted again. He wasn’t sure he would ever get over that, though. He did want this, he did want to pay Emil back for everything he had done.

“Was that Lamar that was in the kitchen?” he asked. He figured it was, but it was honestly the only thing that he could think to say at the moment.

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“That’s exactly who that was, darling, and I would have introduced you, but Lamar seems to be late for something or other. He’s really quite busy all the time! I say rest is good for the soul but his rebuttal is always this:  Nothing is work unless you'd rather be doing something else.”

He shook his head to the Lamar-ism, accompanied by a brief chuckle.

Now that Bill was positioned so closely on the couch, it seemed the perfect opportunity to work into the feeding. He wasn’t one of those type that would do it suddenly even if it was presumed to happen. For, what if the day came that some poor human hadn’t been assuming it would happen and then without warning it did? Emil’s policy was always to be sure.

“Well,” Emil said as he drew a hand to Bill’s neck, wiping away and stray hairs or clothing so that he had a superior view of the area.

“I suppose now is just as good as any time, isn’t it? Are you comfortable with me feeding from you now, pookie?”

Feeding seemed like such a harsh word. He’d rather have used a vague term or euphemism; perhaps he could say ‘taking’ or ‘blood donation’ or something. But the term feeding was widely used in the vampire community, thus, he didn’t want to use another more pleasant term at the expense of misleading Bill.

[Annalas]

He liked both Emil and Lamar's philosophies, really. They both rung true, though he didn't see why rest couldn't be something you liked doing. He wondered briefly if Lamar was the reason Emil acted so human…that made sense, didn't it? He was attuned to humans because he lived with one. It must be a fairly nice arrangement, since it meant that Emil never had to scrounge for food. It did make Bill's offer of repaying Emil in blood a bit pointless, though. Of course, he couldn't back out of it now--nor did he want to, really--but he would have to rethink his offer in the future.

And then Emil's hand was there on his neck, and Bill knew that it was time, even before he spoke. It was different than it had been at Risk, Emil wanting to feed much more quickly than he had last time, not much keeping up the conversation. He supposed the vampire must just be hungry, which really did make sense, after all. He smiled, though his insides clenched in nerves. No matter how many times he did this, he always knew that there was that risk, that one time he might not make it through a feeding. He didn't doubt that Emil had no intention of taking that much, but just the thought was enough to cause his pulse to rise, Emil no doubt able to feel the beats through his fingers.

"Yeah, of course," he hastily agreed, his lips twitching into a small, nervous smile. He hadn't really had a chance to think about it with David, as aroused as he had been before the other vampire had even bitten him. He didn't really think of Emil sexually, though, and aside from wishing for a few chaste kisses to relax him, there was nothing he could imagine Emil doing to settle his nerves any further than he already had.

[skeggsismad]

Emil didn’t like the way that Bill’s mannerisms and words didn’t quite match up. He could understand what it was like to be a bit nervous before being bitten, but most of the humans and human-like individuals he had fed from eventually became accustomed to it. Bill was still new to being fed from and it made Emil feel as if he was spoiling something that was pure. He didn’t like to think of his own bite in that sort of way, since it had induced sexual pleasures for many, but nonetheless he did think of it in those terms often.

“Alright, pookie,” Emil cooed back as he leaned in slowly to the boy’s neck, exposing his fangs. He found a vein and sunk his two teeth in gently, tapping into that reservoir of blood and drawing it out with pace and control. Contrary to Bill’s assumptions, Emil wasn’t much hungry at all. He was taking some just to take some, partially because he thought Bill was a blood groupie. If it made Bill feel good to be fed from, then he would do it for his friend’s sake. The only awkward part was the sexual tension that often occurred during and afterward.
Emil was paying his attention on Bill, but he could hear that by now the water of the shower had ceased. He didn’t see (but he did sense) the presence of Lamar in the hallway, peering into the living room silently to watch the escapades unfold. Lamar pulled out his phone and began to text as he watched, keeping track of the progress of the feeding. He didn’t want to be standing there when Emil was done if by chance he happened to look up and spot him.

[Annalas]

It didn't take long at all for the nervousness to melt away, replaced by feelings that he wasn't quite sure were his own. Well he knew that they were his own, naturally, but they weren't really feelings that he had for the vampire in front of him. Emil was like…well, an older brother, he supposed, or perhaps something else. Unlike David, though, he certainly wasn't Bill's type, and this certainly wasn't supposed to be treated as sexual encounter.

Contrary to that, though, Bill found himself clutching at Emil with a prominent hard-on, soft pants coming from his body as he pressed himself closer to the vampire, trying to weasel his way onto the other's lap. One hand clutched Emil's shirt while the other rose to run through the vampire's hair as he allowed the pleasure to roll over him in intense waves.

He didn't know what caused him to look up when he did, his gaze half-lidded from lust, to see Lamar standing in the hallway, either watching them or texting. It looked like he was texting, probably. It didn't stop the sharp intake of breath as he realized that they were being watched. It seemed so…intrusive.

Bill knew very well what he was like when he was being fed from, how turned on he got from it, how wanton he most likely appeared. That was one thing he had always requested, was that the feeding be private and not in the middle of a club or anything. But now here Lamar was, watching them, or at the least waiting for them to be finished, and it felt much like someone walking in on them having sex, despite Bill knowing that this wasn't about sex, at least for Emil.

A low whimper crossed his throat, his eyes slipping shut to try to block out the person standing in the hall, the person that was very much Bill's type. He wasn't sure if he should be more turned on or more horrified at the fact that someone was watching him. So naturally, he was more horrified that he was more turned on than anything else. He couldn't wait for the feeding to be over.

[skeggsismad]

Emil didn’t take much blood from Bill, but it might have seemed like he took more than he did since he did it so deliberately slowly. He wanted Bill to get the most thrills he could out of it since he’d requested it, so it was a few minutes before Emil started to wrap it up.

Bill was getting a bit touchy and Emil reacted the best he could to the situation. Naturally, feedings were sexual and he’d had many occasions where feeding had been part of a romantic relationship and in which case it almost always ended in making love. But Bill wasn’t his lover, thus certain lines weren’t to be crossed.  He found that while the transition into his lap and the tugging of his hair was forward, no doubt, it wasn’t crossing those invisible lines.  Emil didn’t want to embarrass the boy by pushing him away, so he allowed the small gestures, trying not to take the sounds that erupted from Bill’s mouth personally.

Although Emil completely missed Bill’s gasp and reaction to spotting Lamar in the hallway, the Earth Nymph hadn’t. He stopped texting that instant and gave a smile to Bill, making certain that the human knew he’d been watching intentionally. Much to his disappointment, Bill closed his eyes, thus making Lamar unsure as to whether or not he had caught the signal.  Emil began to wrap things up and Lamar moved from the hallway out of sight, though Emil could still here the pads of his fingers pressing against the buttons on his phone. Wherever Lamar had gone, he was still texting.

After he removed his fangs from Bill and healed the wound shut, Emil opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t  get a single word out before his cellphone rudely interrupted in rings and a flash of embarrassment ran over him. Coincidentally this had happened the last time he’d fed from Bill and he wouldn’t allow the interruption again. Reaching into his pocket the best he could, considering that Bill was now planted right on his lap, he took his phone out and turned it off, slipping it back into his pocket.

“It doesn’t matter who that was. You’re much more important, sweetheart. And too, we need to talk! But I do need to be sure you’re alright before any conversation is to be had, darling. You know the drill, don’t you pookie? Are you feeling tired or dizzy at all? Anything strange like that?”

[Annalas]

That smile… Bill wasn't sure whether to be creeped out or not that Lamar had smiled at him in that instantly before he closed his eyes again, but he did know that the other was gone when he opened them again, Emil pulling away from him slightly.

A bit embarrassed, Bill dropped his hand from Emil's hair, loosening his grip on his shirt. He had no doubt whatsoever that it had been Lamar blowing up Emil's phone so soon after the feeding. To his surprise, though, Emil quite simply ignored the call, as if no one but Bill was important right now. He was still on Emil's lap, but he wasn't sure whether he should stay there or slide off; in all honesty, he did want to stay right where he was, in Emil's lap. It wasn't really a sexual position, after all, despite Bill's obvious arousal, but he was sure that that would fade in due time.

"Nothing out of the normal," he reported, giving Emil a small smile. He did still feel a small high from the feeding, enough that he was sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight if he tried to stand now, but it was certainly normal to him, at least. He was a mite curious as to what Emil wanted, though, and he was a little worried that it might have been something he had said or done.

"Are you sure it wasn't important? Lamar seemed like he had to talk to you…he was…he was watching." Bill felt the remaining blood in his body rush to his face at that remark, his embarrassment showing through quite easily. Regardless of how he acted at Risk to attract vampires to search for information, he did have modesty, and quite a bit of it. To have Lamar see something so personal…well, it had to have been important, hadn't it?

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“Mmm, is that what he was doing?” Emil had noticed he wasn’t in the shower anymore and had presumably gotten dressed and started to move around the house, but he personally hadn’t seen Lamar standing in the hallway nor had he even thought to look. Feeding was a process that he liked to keep his full attention on at all times.

He looked to Bill thoughtfully, realizing that the boy looked self-conscious beyond belief.

“Honey…did that make you uncomfortable?” Emil asked, trying to understand what the boy’s expression was about so that he could alleviate the distress if possible.

But before he could get any further, Lamar entered the room, his cell phone pressed to his chest and eyes wide.
“Dylan has to talk to you, he said you didn’t pick up your phone.” Lamar explained.

Emil turned to him and shook his head.

“Tell him I can’t talk right now, pookie. If he leaves a message I’ll get back to him- I’m with company.”

Lamar rolled his eyes with frustration.

“If I could talk to him and calm him down I would but he wants to talk to you. He’s saying he has a razor blade.”

Emil’s expression suddenly changed to a more intensive look. He gave a sigh, look from Lamar and back to Bill, as if asking for permission.

“I’m so sorry Bill but I think I need to take this. I’ll be right back, I promise. Uh….Lamar can keep you company until I resolve this, hmm?”

He wasn’t thinking things through of course- only half of Emil’s mind was in the present. The other half was in a frantic mess trying to think of what he could say to calm Dylan down. If he’d been thinking completely straight he likely wouldn’t have invited Lamar to have a seat right next to Bill, especially after Bill had expressed discomfort that Lamar had been watching their feeding. Nonetheless, Emil wasn’t thinking. He shifted Bill off of his lap and took the phone from Lamar, exiting the room and leaving Bill and Lamar together.

“Hey.”

Lamar opened up the avenue of dialog, approaching the couch and casually taking a seat next to Bill.

[Annalas]

Bill nodded at Emil's first question, and then again to his second, though more hesitantly. Honestly, though, there was no reason to lie to Emil, and it did make him a little uncomfortable to have someone watching--even someone as attractive as Lamar. Maybe a bit more because of his attractiveness, really. He was sure that he didn't exactly look appealing, as wanton as he seemed to be when being fed from.

Before their conversation could get any further, though, they were interrupted by Lamar once again. Bill certainly didn't want to start pointing fingers, but he was most definitely beginning to get the feeling that Lamar didn't want Bill around Emil. It made sense, didn't it? They lived together and if Emil regularly fed from Lamar, then Lamar might think of Emil as 'his' vampire, and Bill as an unwelcome intruder. It certainly didn't seem that absurd to think that Lamar had staged this whole Dylan thing just to get Emil out of the way so he could warn Bill off.

Still, what was he supposed to do? Emil clearly was worried about whoever this Dylan person was, and Bill certainly wasn't about to make a fuss about something that really didn't involve him. So instead he forced a smile and slid back onto the couch to await Emil's return. He really, really hoped it didn't take long, but he assumed that Emil would be rushing back any minute to either ask Lamar to take him home or give him more money for a cab so he could go save his precious Dylan from the razor blades. He was perhaps a bit cynical and wary of Lamar, after all, jumping to conclusions that the other 'human' didn't like him all that much.

"Okay," he mumbled as Emil left, scooting aside as Lamar sat down to put distance in between them. Here it came, he thought to himself as Lamar addressed him. He was probably going to be all nice about it and such, but the message would be the same; Lamar clearly didn't want Bill around his vampire, and now he was going to make sure Bill knew to stay away.

"Hi," Bill mumbled back, pulling his knees to his chest as he regarded Lamar. His heart was racing, not so much from the sudden drop in blood level or the arousal this time as much as from the anxiety about how Lamar was going to phrase it. Bill had known that Emil was too good to be true, and he was, in a way. Someone had to stop the vampire from picking up strays like Bill all the time, after all. That someone must be Lamar.

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Lamar noticed the way that Bill’s body language changed the instance he sat down. Bill didn’t want to be anywhere in close proximity of him and he’d brought his legs up so that he was almost balled up in the corner of the couch there, closed off and uninterested in whatever Lamar had to say.

Lamar stretched his limbs out, a cool and casual look on his face as if he hadn’t noticed any of the standoffish behavior.

“You don’t have to hide it,” Lamar said with a shrug.

“It’s not like a feeding hasn’t ever made me excited before.” He smiled suggestively at Bill. He was acting as if he thought that Bill’s sudden shut down had been caused by the desire to hide his arousal from a stranger, but truthfully, Lamar wasn’t exactly sure why Bill was being so coy.