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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #15 on: May 05, 2019, 02:35:30 PM »
He felt Drew withdraw. The sudden shift in energy was so strong it was almost physical, like a sudden wall between them, or a shift in gravity. Zeph's didn't realize he'd been clenching his jaw, as if bracing for a blow, until his teeth started hurting. When the vampire actually withdrew, it was even worse. He was left naked on the ground, exhausted and cold, without so much as a hand to help him up. It was the first time Drew had ever made him feel like shit, and he hadn't been ready for it at all, particularly in the wake of what had just transpired.

He picked himself up and followed numbly, looping his arms around his own chest for both protection and worth. He took the blanket when it was offered, wrapping it around himself like a cape, and then sat down himself. Being warm helped, but he was regarding Drew with wary thoughtfulness.

He did a little more thinking (a process that was perfectly visible on his features) before he spoke. "I just... I don't even know where to start, I guess. I really like you, Drew, and yeah, I want you to be part of my life." His features softened a little; he let go of some of the hurt he was feeling. He would have been so much happier to have this conversation wrapped up in Drew's arms, using his chest as a pillow. "You already are. I want to be your boyfriend. I..." He chewed at his lip for a few seconds. "I'm scared, Drew. I've never felt like this about anyone, and that was before, you know..." His hand moved to brush his neck, the exact spot where Drew's fangs had sunk into his flesh. "I already felt like I was getting a little lost in you and now I just... it's scary. Not bad scary. Like... base diving scary." He sighed.

"I don't have any rules, Drew. Like... just be you, and care about me. That's enough for me. If you have rules..." His fingers worried the edge of the blanket. "Well, I think I'm okay with that. I just don't know what they are, but I feel like maybe you have them, cuz you... kinda were just an asshole right now. It sucked. But I don't think you were trying to hurt me so I just want to understand."

He drew the blanket more tightly around himself. He was covered completely, save for his neck and head. His sky blue eyes still radiated some of the pain, but more than anything it seemed like he was trying to connect with Drew by their gazes, to regain the cohesion they'd had during feeding and fucking.

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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #16 on: May 16, 2019, 08:31:58 AM »
Why am I such a piece of shit?

That was my thought as I looked at how much I was upsetting Zeph. I guess I hadn't realized how sensitive he would be. When he first started talking I assumed this was the beginning of the letdown. He was saying things like, "I want you to be a part of my life" and "I really like you." Those sounded mad like friend zone, so I was surprised when he said he did want to me boyfriend and that he'd never felt this way before. I guess, I was still confused about what exactly he wanted.

I shouldn't have asked right after the feeding. He was obviously very affected by it. I did my best to listen and not look as disagreeable as I'd been before. Sometimes I feel like this generation is too emotional and thinks too much. Don't get me wrong. I'm not advocating to burn books. I read quite a bit. But sometimes people make things that are simple and let their brains overly complicate them.

Being a PI is half thought and half gut. You have six seconds to think of what to do next and if you're not sure then the moment passes you by. You've lost the clue. The cops solved it first, and your bills don't get paid. As I thought about me and Zeph, I reviewed the facts. I like him. He likes me. The sex was hot. The company was warm and complementary, and most of all until today it felt easy. To me, all the facts said we're a match. I knew he was right that I was being an ass, and I moved closer and wrapped my arm around the blanket cocoon.

"I'm sorry. I... I'm kind of a dick. I also thought you were saying no to me. I'm glad you're not. As for rules, I didn't have any. I'm not controlling of guys. I just want to know that there's some part of us that's for us. Maybe that means monogamy, at least at first, and it definitely means a label. I like labels. They're great clues most of the time. If you're my boyfriend, I don't want you to be other people's boyfriend too. Is that too much to ask?"

I couldn't look at him. I was too nervous. I just didn't want to end up in some vague territory where we're allegedly together, but the boundaries were so unclear that we could hurt each other. I thought of Dreki. Could I have just fucked him and never told Zeph about it. Was that what he wanted? I thought about things playing out that way and it made me feel sick. That's just not the kind of relationship for me.
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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #17 on: May 18, 2019, 05:06:01 AM »
Zeph smiled softly when Drew apologized. He hadn't wanted one, but getting it unspooled warmth inside his chest. When Drew slung an arm around his burrito'd form, he wriggled, nestling close and resting his head against the vampire's right pec. If his arms were free, he probably would have reached up to pull Drew's hand into his hair. He wanted his hair played with, but he was so snug and warm that he didn't bother voicing the desire.

"Labels are fine." His voice was quiet, sleepy. The bite and the sex had left him exhausted. He didn't really care about labels. He found the way people fretted over them silly most of the time, as if dubbing someone their partner or their soul-mate or their fuck-buddy fundamentally changed the realities of the relationship. "What we have is what we have," he imparted drowsily, giving voice to the thoughts that skirted the surface of his mind. He yawned, and the bundle of Zeph shifted in a way that might seem like he was trying to stretch his back.

"Guess you're stuck with me, boyfriend" he murmured. He closed his eyes, offering Drew a glimpse of his features in repose. "From now on you can only bite ugly dudes though, unless you're biting me." His tone was light, teasing, but as he said the words he realized that he wasn't really kidding. Something in his soul had lurched at the thought of Drew doing what they had just done with someone else. He had only really thought of Drew feeding along the lines of his own dietary habits.

One of his eyes opened, and he tilted his head so he could peer up at Drew. "How much do you need usually?" There was a note of hesitation in the query, some fluttering nervousness. "If it isn't a lot... you can always just use me." He swallowed. "It feels weird imagining you giving all that to someone just to... eat." There was some commotion beneath the blanket, and then Zeph's arm popped out and he reached across his own chest to hold Drew's hand. "I don't know if that's realistic but I guess if we're talking about stuff that's just for us, I wanted you to know how I feel."

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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #18 on: May 18, 2019, 05:26:36 AM »
Boyfriend

I liked the sound of that, and then a rare thing happened. I smiled. Don't get me wrong. I smirk, snort, and even grin wryly, but I never smile ear to ear and with teeth. Zeph would notice this change. I flopped my body on top of his, feeling his warmth beneath the blankets between us. I hated those blankets for the moment. They were between me and mine. I kissed him, more to seal the relationship than out of lust. I was starting to get hard again, but that was because blankets or not I could still feel Zeph's toned body. I wasn't going to insist for another round, but I wouldn't turn it down either. When he asked me to only feed on ugly guys I felt guilty for Dreki again. Dreki was not ugly, although not as sexy as Zeph by any means. Should I tell him? I decided not to ruin the moment but I would tell him eventually. The irony that the PI was advocating for no secrets was laughable to me. I nodded agreement but then I considered a complication.

"So I plan on feeding on you as much as I can," I admitted, licking his neck and pinning his hands down. "But I need to drink alcohol fused blood or... well... my human years weren't the best. It's a side effect. I don't want you drinking. I can feed on drunk bums and chicks though. And maybe stoned blood with work too. We can try it."

I realized I hadn't exactly answered his request and so followed up. "I promise you're the only stud I'm feeding from from now on... stud. But no other fangs in your neck. Got it?"

I let my voice sound commanding. I wouldn't be cool sharing the tastiest of morsels with some ancient or pretty boy with a Lestat complex. Zeph's blood was all mine now.
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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #19 on: Yesterday at 01:05:23 PM »
Zeph mirrored and amplified Drew's smile, beaming at him until the kiss came. He yielded to it, made his mouth wet and receptive. He enjoyed Drew's weight bearing down on him, and the fact that he was hard again. He was too spent to do anything about it, but it felt wonderful pressing into him.

When Drew restrained his hands and trailed his tongue along his neck, Zeph gasped. He felt his heart hammering in his chest. He wondered if it would happen again, so soon. He wondered if he would be able to bear it. He wanted to find out. He stirred against Drew and turned his head to the side, offering unfettered access to the blood beneath his pale, soft flesh. He realized he was hard again. The erection was painful but plenty rigid.

"I do drink sometimes." There was a delay between Drew's question and his reply. It took him that long to find the words. He turned his head again and leaned to press a kiss to Drew's mouth. His movements were restricted enough that he only managed to brush their lips together. "I'm all yours," he whispered. His smile was shy. He couldn't stop thinking about it- every facet of it. He wanted to see what it looked like when Drew drank from him. He wanted to know how it felt to him, too. He wanted Drew to fuck him and feed from him at the same time. He wanted Drew to make him cum while his fangs were in his neck.

He made a soft, needy sound and rolled into Drew, burrowing up against him.

"I'm kind of hungry," he said softly. "But I don't want to move."

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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #20 on: Today at 11:08:42 AM »
When Zeph accepted my terms I felt satisfied and content. For once something in life came easy to me. I now had a cute boyfriend who I'd be exclusive with, and I did it by being myself. I knew we still had a few hurdles to overcome, and telling Zeph I'd been hired to follow him was the largest. Would he even care at this point, or had I made it worse by waiting this long to tell him? I decided that was a tomorrow night problem, and decided a better use of my time was grinding into him. I kissed back when his lips brushed mine, and kept my hold firm on his wrists. I needed a drink, the soft afterglow of sex beginning to give way to other cravings. I figured if we waited a few hours and Zeph had some food and water I might be able to feed again, and maybe this time I could make sure he did a few shots of whiskey first. His cute complaint of hunger solidified the plan, and I rolled off him but kept one arm around his waist.

"Well do you have a food ap or something? The last time I ordered pizza I called on a rotary." Oh, god. That sounded like such a dad statement. I needed to follow it up with something that sounded more like bad ass vampire. "Besides, I like hunting for my food." I gave a predatory glance like he was my food, and of course ironically he was. Still, it was a lot sexier than "rotary."

"I could also run out and grab you something if you want to stay here and chill."

Boyfriend of the year on day one, I thought, as I looked at Zeph's pretty face.
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Re: Home Sweet Home
« Reply #21 on: Today at 12:06:07 PM »
Zeph's face scrunched up. "Rotary?" The word came slowly; it was obviously his first time saying it. He still looked a little perplexed as he shifted his mental gears to food. Drew's attempt to be dangerously sexy didn't quite penetrate his multi-tasking confusing.

"Oh, um, yeah. On my phone. Which is in my pants. Which are downstairs."

He pouted, but then he leveled a puppyish, timid grin Drew's way. "If you get it for me you won't have to run out, but you get mad credit for offering." He nuzzled against Drew's arm, eyes still wide and beseeching as he looked up at him.

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« Reply #22 on: Today at 12:24:07 PM »
I rolled off Zeph completely, thinking my offer of food was more satisfying than my dangerous comments. I disengaged from him, but made sure to be more careful than my abrupt split from downstairs. I knew now Zeph was sensitive. I rose and dressed, not minding that I needed to go downstairs. Zeph looked like snug as snug can be.

"Be right back," I informed and made my way down to grab Zeph's phone. I found it easy enough, and the PI in me made me take a look at the locked screen. A few missed messages were there, and the rapidness with which they were coming in made me curious. I saw my answering machine flashing. This wasn't good. I made my way over and pushed play.

Sullivan. Call me back now.
Click.

The voice belonged to Zeph's father. Fuck... Perhaps I'd be telling Zeph about the spying tonight after all. I grabbed a handle of whiskey and made my way back up and handed Zeph his phone, watching to see his reaction. Were the messages from his dad too, or a coincidence? The result would dictate my next move.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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