Cold, Dark And Raining

[Black Philip]

Reserved for Max

As we left the White Rabbit it started to downpour. I gave Dreki my jacket to place over his head, not really caring if I got wet. I was happy that Dreki couldn't see exactly where my business was. I like living in the Brazilian quarter. The people here are great, and while there's a lot of crime, it's not a bad place to be if you're a Private Investigator. Drunk drivers, courthouse muggings, shit the cops don't care about or won't touch, they all come to me. I had Dreki on my arm, and focused mostly on the journey to my place. I would chat of course. Dreki seemed like the chatty type. We approached my building, which even included a street side storefront and I had to let Dreki go to unlock the burglar bars and finally the door. One of the trans prostitutes came up to me. She's cool. Her name is Lola. She was soaked from head to toe, and had obviously been working all night in the rain. 

"Who's the twink," she said in Spanish. She was Mexican, and despite being called the Brazilian Quarter lots of Latinx people lived in this part of town.

"He plays piano," I answered back in Spanish, unsure if Dreki spoke it or not. "What do you want Lola?"

"Booze," she said, seemingly happy to get to the point.

"One sec," I replied, bringing Dreki inside and flipping on the shitty florescent lighting. I sat him in a chair, and went to my oak liquor cabinet pulling out the shittiest bottle of whiskey I had. I also found an old hoodie that was too big for her, but it had a hood, and would help keep her dry. Lola seemed pleased for the bottle and placed on the oversized hoodie. She kissed my cheek before scuttling off to her next destination. I shut and locked the door, and walked back to my desk, sitting in my chair and looking across at Dreki like he was a client who'd just come in for services. Daredevil here to get my help. What was it his PI said in the comics? Start at the beginning.

"So, it's shitty, but it's mine," I said about my place. I wasn't sure how to start this little game, but would wait for Dreki to make the first move. We were both so wet.

[Maxpphire]

He smiled amusingly upon hearing Lola's Question, not minding it much. While he was only an inch shorter than Drew, he was much thinner. He heard her response and how much more excited she was once her request was heard. He had sat patiently in the chair awaiting for Drew to take care of her. He leaned forward a bit as to not get the chair wet, or at least not anymore wet than he was. His now translucent button up would reveal a white T-shirt that acted as an undershirt.

"Oh it's not too bad, I've seen worse." He mentioned "Well given my sight that might not mean much to you" He joked "Anyway, Lola seemed friendly, hopefully she enjoyed the booze you've picked out for her?" He just made it clear he could understand Spanish at the very least. It was just one of many languages he was fluent in. He shivered a bit, cold from the wet clothes that now stuck to his frame. He was thin, but not in an unhealthy way, it seemed to fit his frame well.

[Black Philip]

I uncorked a good bottle for Dreki, and grabbed a tumbler. I didn't have any ice downstairs, but it was freezing in here, so the bottle felt nice and cool to the touch. I started to wonder if Dreki felt cold. I remembered cold and it could be a real bummer. I realized I was going to have to get him some fresh clothes. I placed the bottle and tumbler in front of him before reclaiming my leather jacket and drying it real quick. I love this jacket because someone dead gave it to me, and so unfortunately for Dreki, it came first. Once satisfied, I turned to him.

"So my upstairs is shit, but you need fresh clothes. Warning, they are gonna be big on you for the most part."

With that I went to the front door and opened it, locking it up behind me and then going through the street entrance to my flat. I changed myself up there too, throwing off my wet clothes that seemed to not want to come off. I chose a pair of sweatpants and a fresh tank top. My hair was combed into my normal swoop and because of the rain I even put my boots back on. For Dreki I grabbed the smallest tank top I owned, figuring his tallness would make up for some of the size differences. Only my basketball shorts would fit his bottom half so I grabbed the smallest pair I had of those too.

Once back downstairs, I gave Dreki the fresh clothes and the towel I'd also snagged. "I'll turn the heat on."

You should've done that before going upstairs moron.

Sigh. I know me. I know.

[Maxpphire]

"Thanks" He said as he accepted the clothes. He stood up to change, not terribly worried that Drew would see him in his boxer briefs. They were a plain blue in color, which would have stood out a bit compared to his other black and white clothing. As he removed his two tops, the two scars on his back were easy to see now, almost as if he had wings or something, they did match the same type of burn scar that covered his left palm as well, since he was left handed he would have reached out for the drink with this same hand. He dried himself off with the towel before putting on the new clothes, even removing his hairtie and letting his hair down. The clothes seemed to fit him alright, maybe a size too large but nothing would be falling off of him at least. He put his clothes off to the side for now as he sat back down, and took a sip of the drink. While he knew alcohol doesn't actually make people warmer, the warming sensation it had was welcomed.

"Really, I do appreciate you having me as a guest. If I say anything you don't wish to answer, then feel free to just say that you don't want to answer." He started off as he relaxed in the chair a bit. "I'll go ahead and start off, what do you do for a living?" He asked figuring a simple question wouldn't reveal anything too dangerous, and that at worst, Drew could ask back if he didn't have his own questions.

[Black Philip]

I chose not to look because I'm not a skeez. Well, at least not that big of a skeez. He changed quickly though, and actually looked better in my threads then I thought he would. I plopped into my chair and threw my feet onto my desk, the boots creating a heavy thud as they landed. Then he went right into the game. No sense in overthinking it for now.

"I'm a private investigator," I answered truthfully, saying no more than what was requested. "Are you actually blind or how do you see?"

I didn't explain the context of my question, and unlike Dreki I wanted to maximize my questions to the good stuff.

[Maxpphire]

"Ah, jumping into it I see." He mentioned coyly, as he thought for a moment as how to best describe how he sees. "I suppose it depends on your definition, but really all I can see is one solid flat color, and everything is outlined in another solid and flat color. I cannot tell you what those colors are but they contrast eachother nicely. I have no way of seeing fine details, and any sense of depth perception I have is just me guessing. Alcohol does distort these lines." He explained to the best of his ability. He was able to use this ability to get around and function without a cane but that's about it.

"What's it like being a Vampire?" He asked not even asking if Drew was one. He was more interested in Drew's reaction to being accused rather than just straight asking. It would tell him more information than if he were to ask the two questions separately, figuring it best to kill two birds with one stone. He knew it took a lot of gall to ask such a thing, something he wouldn't be able to as easy do as sober. He took another sip from his glass.

[Black Philip]

Speaking of jumping right in, Dreki was either very smart, very observant or had abilities I couldn't see. His guess was accurate though, and I decided trying to mislead him wouldn't serve me very well. To be honest, I was impressed. I smirked, not that he could see it, and moved myself to be sitting on my desk, closer to Dreki than I had been the moment before. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the room would smell faintly of them anyway, and lit one, taking in the acrid smoke and blowing it away from where Dreki.

"It has it's up's and downs," I answered honestly. "The powers are cool, and I don't really miss day time, but cheese steaks and pizza were big losses and honestly getting drunk is so much harder than it used to be." Now his turn. "Why do you see outlines of people instead?" I was really asking if he was made in a lab or in the womb but decided this was a nicer way to ask. Since when do I care about being nice?

[Maxpphire]

He took in the information that he was given, he didn't seem surprised but came to a realization that the names the facility used for the DNA options they had was more than just easy descriptions given the abilities that they could give, but rather, what it actual was. He swirled the liquid in his cup before taking another sip. Reasons why he didn't go with Vampire DNA were included in Drew's response in missing some of his favorite foods. That and he wanted to experience the day time at least once while being able to see. He took a sip of his drink, thinking on how to phrase his answer to Drew's question.

"I was born blind. Genetics play a part in that, my Dad was also blind. Used a seeing cane for most of my childhood, both of my parents had died when I was 16 and was placed in the foster care system. They labeled me as special needs due to being blind and didn't want to place me with just anyone, which was kind of stupid, really the only need I had beyond most kids was them to not change the furniture around weekly without informing me and no one does that so often anyway." He spoke, kind of ranting a bit. He didn't seem to like the foster care system very much. He shook his head getting back on track.

"After the first home I was placed with turned out to fail spectacularly, I guess the incident caught the attention of some facility. They adopted me on the spot and promised that they would help me be able to see. Since people were cruel, I wanted to do anything to get rid of my seeing cane so I agreed. They home schooled me to finish up my high school education, and paid for my college at the cost of infusing my DNA with Angel DNA. I had a choice between that, Vampire DNA, Demon DNA, and some others that I don't quite remember right now. With weighing the pros and cons of them all I choose Angel. It didn't seem to go as planned and thus these outlines is what I was left with in being able to see. I have a few other abilities as well, their helpfulness really depends on the situation, but it's nothing I can defend myself with."

"What event lead you into becoming a Vampire?" He asked taking yet another sip of his drink. Him taking sips of the drink kind of was replacing his normal nervous tic of chewing on his fingernails. However he was thoroughly enjoying the conversation, and something about Drew, well, he enjoyed being around Drew. It was hard for him to describe but in a sense he didn't want the night to end, and if it had to, he'd want to come back. He was honestly debating asking Drew something a bit more sexual in nature, the Alcohol getting to him a bit more, him having gone home with Drew, usually he was doing something else by now, but he decided that at least, right now wasn't the time. This was his first encounter with a vampire, he finally knew that one of his abilities was that he could sense non-humans, he was curious about a few things, but at this point more curious about the man who was the vampire rather than vampiric abilities.

[Black Philip]

So Dreki grew up in thr system too. Well goddamn. It wasn't the same as me by any means. He'd had loving parents till he was sixteen. I spent my whole life not being wanted by mine. I wondered if they were still alive. It was possible but they be in like their late sixties or seventies. I'd never met them and had no desire too, but I did wonder one thing. Why the fuck were they so indifferent to my existence that they left me in a dumpster to die? That I wanted the answer too. I understood foster homes failing. I bounced out of several in my time. I had been an angry shit hole though. I wonder what did it to Dreki. Was being blind too hard for the fuckwads cashing that social services check?

Then he mentioned the facility and I took note. I'd recently been hired to investigate a facility giving humans supernatural powers. The Central District had asked me to learn what I could, and what do you know. A patient just happened to be in my office. He didn't know that I was looking into the facility. Well, what a perfect game of twenty questions. Angel DNA? Demon DNA? Vampire DNA? I thought I was still Drew with human DNA and it was my blood that made me a vampire. Were we just a different species? The Camarilla would hate to hear that shit. I needed to know more about this whole thing, and I was right when I thought Piano Man would end up becoming a case.

"I was a cop," I began, letting the words roll out of me slowly. "I was tracking a package bomber. I caught her and she made me a vampire before abandoning me."

I had left out a lot, but what fun was it if I didn't make him ask more questions? I decided to give him just a tad more though, a tease of what was to come. "She said I had the observational eye and right amount of suffering to be a part of her clan."

Let's see what Dreki did with that one.

[Maxpphire]

He had poured himself one last glass and then corked the bottle up. He knew his limits and that he was slowly reaching his, and the way he poured the drink was a big hint at this. He had brought the glass right up to the lip of the container, and had his pointer finger inside of the glass all the way to measure out exactly how much he poured himself. The glassware making very light noises as they had came together, signifying how gentle he was with them both. He seemed to be extra careful given how the alcohol was hitting him right now. Some not so great thoughts about his father flooded his mind, after having just talked about his very short experience in the system was. However if it wasn't for that, then she would likely still be suffering. Did what happen truly make him a better person or just more bitter? His eyes seemed unfocused, but he was still listening.

"The right amount of suffering," He repeated before he responded, "What an ass." He seemed annoyed with the package bomber for such a thing. You can drown in an Inch of water, and you can drown in several hundreds of feet of water, it didn't matter, and to fight for whoever has it the worst was just stupid, but to claim someone has 'The right amount' was just fucking pretentious to him. The right amount would be none, which is basically impossible to achieve. No matter the family, no matter the money, no matter how perfect life seemed, there was always something. He learned that much being a teacher in high school. Having had rich, smart, or otherwise perfect seeming students just break down for what might have seemed to be nothing to those who were in poor or abusive homes. Everyone has a different tolerance for such things.

"Also no question for me this time around? I'll suppose I'll let you ask two after this one, but dare I ask, what did she mean by the 'right amount of suffering'?" He took a sip from his glass, awaiting the response.

[Black Philip]

I was surprised I forgot to ask a question, and made a note to ask two on my next turn. I'd been thinking of the prankster bitch who killed my Wesley, and then made me into this. Don't get me wrong. I love being a vampire, but it would've been nice not be a Caitiff and have a sire who cares. Oh well. I got Zeph now, and of course my longest loving relationship, booze.

"Yeah she was a bitch," I confirmed. "What she meant was that the clan I was supposed to be in have a common trait, mental illness. It gives us crazy good insight. I didn't get the clan stuff though. All I got was the flaws. My powers are all different than the rest of people of my clan. So I'm crazy. Want to hang out still."

I smiled as that was actually my first question. How did Dreki feel about being with a crazy vampire? "Who runs the facility you were made at?"

[Maxpphire]

"Honestly I was debating asking for some casual fun, or at the very least some coffee some other night from now." He responded to Drew's first question. "That hasn't changed, but of course, mental illness has me crazy as well." His tone was light-hearted yet truthful. He took a sip from the glass knowing that was a bit of a jump. He had no idea if Drew was gay or not, single or not, but what was the point if he didn't take the risk. Technically being his question this time around.

"For the facility, I'm not exactly sure who runs it, but the person who adopted me, Dr. Hofflan, was in charge of my case. He still sees me as somewhat of a son of his, but I don't make contact with him too often. Just a busy adult doing busy adult things." He explained, but also part of it was he regret his choices a bit. He was more trying to run from his past more than trying to embrace it, however his Adoptive dad would refuse to let him see and visit that other child involved in the incident of his first group home without having going through him first, and sometimes used that kid against Dreki to see him when he wanted to. It was frustrating to him, and as a result he really only talked to him when called upon, which was about 2-3 times a year at this point.

[Black Philip]

So Dreki wanted to get down. Well, I had to admit he was pretty cute, and a hunger from within rose to the surface. For a few moments I debated going right over and swapping spit with him, but then figured that might not actually be a good idea. The image of a certain nymph popped into my mind, and while we weren't official yet, I realized I'd be jealous if he did stuff with another guy. Should I hold myself  to the same standard? When he said he was crazy too, it helped me relate to him even more. So he was a kid from the system who struggled to find his way. I made a note about a Dr. Hofflan and then realized Dreki forgot to ask me something this time.

"What do you do for a living," I asked, curious to learn more about Dreki.

[Maxpphire]

He noticed he didn't respond to him basically asking him out, but instead responded to try and get to know him more. He took a sip of his drink and took this in for a moment. He didn't feel is was quite a rejection since after all Drew was making an effort to get to know him better, but he didn't quite take it as acceptance either. A weird limbo between the two, he always felt like he was stuck in such a limbo, at the mercy of others. He was used to it given his life experiences, but internally he wasn't quite happy with being in such a position. Was it a bad idea for him to take that jump and ask? He didn't know quite yet, but a certain loneliness tugged at his heart. A loneliness he was already used to hiding from others.

"I'm a teacher at the local high school. Specifically I teach German and Music." He responded in the same tone of voice he's kept for most of the night, a peaceful drunkenness came across it. "The students are not aware of my blindness, but do find the classes I give fun, considering how I don't give out any paperwork at all beyond what I am forced to." He gave the little addition figuring it would be a fun fact to add in there.

"What are your hobbies?" He asked this time, figuring that Drew would answer in time if he wanted a more intimate night, or to meet up casually for coffee, or whatever caffeine or drug imbued blood that Vampires could use instead for a similar effect.

[Black Philip]

So he was a teacher. Well, how sweet was that. Little Dreki was pulling on my heartstrings, and outside the storm wailed. My vampire hearing picked up the rustling wind and the fat drops of water hitting the ground were each the banging of a low drum.I wondered how his students wouldn't be aware of his blindness. True, he covered it well at first, but even in the bar I'd been able to clock it. Maybe I'm just that good. Actually, I know I'm that good. I opened the window a bit so Dreki would be able to listen to the storm with me.

"I like booze, fucking, reading up on demonology and shit, and oh, I'm a pretty dope photographer."

I'd only learned to do it for the PI work, but I'd ended up liking it. Zeph had been my latest model, and the shots I did of him turned out great. I wondered if Dreki would ever model for me. Maybe I'd just track him one day and take some candid shots. God I'm a creep.

"Top, bottom or vers," I said, letting my dirty side come out a bit. Just because I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.

[Maxpphire]

"Versatile for sure," He took a sip before continuing, "I chase more than just men, and well, I enjoy giving pleasure, almost more than receiving it. Even when bottoming I've been told I can act a bit dominant in the bedroom." He took another swig of the drink as he closed his eyes and listened to the storm outside. The rain, he could hear it even with the windows closed, but he enjoyed it. It was relaxing, put his mind a bit more at ease, the swirling thoughts of 'Is he interested or is he not' were quieted by the rainfall. Maybe relaxed him a bit too far, he had nearly fallen asleep when he had heard his phone vibrate in his pants pocket on the floor. 'Text from Unknown number' chimed from it in the robotic bixby voice, and a quick breathe of air left his nostrils, almost as if he knew who it was, and didn't seem pleased, and yet also not bothered. He didn't get his phone as he decided he could answer it later as he didn't want to be rude to his host.

"Is it easy to take photographs of rainstorms?" He asked almost in a dream-like tone. He had finished off his glass after he asked. He set it down carefully on the table next to the chair he sat in, using his other hand to locate the table first. The lines looked more like floating waves rather than anything tangible, they were as useful as him not even having them at this point.

"Not like photographs do much for me, but the rain is always something I found calming. To be fair however, my concept of what photographs are, is simple at best. Just a still image of something you want to remember. Like the seeing version of what music is. At least it is an easier concept to describe compared to what a color is, or what light and dark is." He rambled a little, it was a surefire sign that he was drunk. He would remember this in the morning, but he was at a point where he enjoyed the floatiness that the buzz gave him. The hobbies listed all sounded great, even he enjoyed reading up on demonology, but he also enjoyed reading up on most things. Alcohol and fucking just kind of went hand and hand, and he respected that, as that's something he just partakes in himself. He figured it would be more fun to ask about the hobby that he could never partake in, or at least not as someone taking the photo anyway. He was more interested in the things that were harder for him to understand.

[Black Philip]

Versatile? He screamed bottom to me. Then again, perhaps I was being an ass. I just didn't look at him and see top. Well, not that I planned on screwing him. Oddly I kept telling myself that wasn't going to happen, but kept ending up in conversations about sex. I knew what was on Dreki's mind though, and I love me a dirty mind, especially when attached to an innocent looking shell. His question about rainstorms was interesting. I did take photo's in the rain, but not for artistic pleasure. Those were work photos.

"It's hard, but I got some stuff to rainproof my camera and those aren't my artistic work."

I wished I could show him my pictures, but not even I was thick enough to make that offer. Maybe he'd still let me photograph him though. I'd ask that one later. I love music and so did Dreki. This was our biggest thing in common other than being foster babies.

"Would you ever let me feed from you," I asked, unsure how much Dreki knew about the process, or how good it could feel for the donor.   

[Maxpphire]

"As long as you don't turn me or drain enough to kill me, then sure." He responded without much thought. After a moment of thinking he also added. "However, if you do feed from my neck like what vampire myths usually talk about, thats a very sensual spot for me. I can't promise that I won't get a boner, and you might want to finally answer my question on whether or not you want anything sexual to happen between us. I might be drunk but I understand what the word 'No' means." He seemed to be a bit tired in how he spoke, that the Alcohol was getting to him a bit more now as time had gone by. He had no idea on the process of how Vampires Feed or if it was even possible to do so without being turned, he was just going off of what he knew the human society knew of 'vampires'.

"Artistic wise, what do you enjoy taking photos of?" He asked, in a sense trying to gather more on what Drew enjoyed in life through his own artform. He enjoyed Drew's company regardless of whether or not they take it to a more physical level. Almost as if he was finally giving trust to someone who wasn't Emma on a more personal level. Whether or not this would lead into a friendship type of deal or not who knows, but it was getting there for Dreki. He could tell that they both liked Music, alcohol, sex, researching stuff even though Drew only like one specific topic and Dreki many, finding beauty in the world in their own way as Dreki assumed that Drew did that with his photography and Dreki himself did that with music, and that they both had some harsh times in their past. He could gather that much at least from 'Right amount of suffering' comment, and purposefully choose not to dig deeper than he had.

[Black Philip]

What is it Dexter Morgan says?

"Don't worry. I'm a polite monster," I joked, referencing his "don't turn me," comment. I liked to fuck and drink, not kill. Don't get me wrong. I have a violent side. That's why I drank. It's the only thing that keeps me calm. When I found out Charon had scared Zeph, I'd squeezed him too hard, a small taste of how destructive I get. Then he made his boner comment, and I had to admit I loved it when a human got hard as I sucked his neck. I couldn't resist the urge to feed from him and walked over and knelled down near him. I wanted to be delicate.

"I think you're hot. I'd love to fuck you for the rest of the night. But I met this guy recently. He's cool. He actually reminds me of you. You both like to talk. Don't worry though. I like to listen." I nervous laughed, a rare moment for me. "We're not official, or monogamous or well... anything really, but I'm seeing him tomorrow and if we had sex, well... I'd look at him and feel guilty. I'd hate to feel that."

I ignored his question. It wasn't important right now. I had one for him. "Would you like to feel me, ya know, to know what I look like?"

I didn't even know if the whole feeling me to see me thing was really for blind people, but I wanted to connect with him. I was conflicted.

[Maxpphire]

He took in the words and nodded with a warm smile. It wasn't quite an answer he's gotten before, particularly after he's already been brought to the suitors place, but it was one he could respect. He could feel the movement in the air and the voice reach him closer as well as the footsteps that lead from the desk towards him, he knew that Drew was closer now at the very least. Even if he was too drunk to see, he still had the skills from before that facility messed with him.

"I would actually enjoy that. As I've mentioned I can't see fine details even with the outlines that I can use. If those fine details are flat then I can't decipher them at all, but I have yet to come across anyone who was 2 dimensional, well physically anyway." He joked with that last part as he turned to face the general direction of where Drew ended up. His eyes still had an intensity to them, but it was clear he wasn't looking directly at Drew. However his tone changed to a softer and quieter tone, one with a small touch of intimacy, but that was just due to Drew moving closer. Given how sensitive his own ears are, he didn't like it when people spoke loudly next to his ears, and was just giving the same common courtesy. Although someone speaking louder than what his ears enjoyed wasn't bad, not compared to how some people respond to finding out he's blind. Some people start speaking incredibly loud and slow, as if he was hard of hearing and dumb as well. Those people, he hated.

"Also thanks for the compliment, wish I could say the same, but I'm sure once I feel your face I'll be able to. I would recommend closing your eyes, while I'm gentle, even gently getting poked in the eye isn't exactly enjoyable." His tone remained light-hearted, figuring that Drew probably knew better, however he has had people in the past who hadn't closed their eyes, and tend to make it more into a joke while he tried to be safe rather than sorry. Also given that his question about Drew's art didn't get answered he took that as to just having a more casual conversation than particularly just asking and answering things. He waited for Drew to make some sort of sign that he was ready for Dreki to feel what Drew looked like.

[Black Philip]

I mean I'd asked him to feel my face, so was surprised when he waited for my permission. Awe. What a sport. I slapped his shoulder, not hard but enough to signal I noticed he hadn't gone for it. Everyone was so careful these days with touch. Have you ever noticed people go out of their way not to touch? In the past it was the Puritans who tricked America into thinking sex was evil. Today it was more issues of consent. Don't get me wrong. Nobody should touch anyone who didn't want it, but I wish as a species humans could learn to let their guard down. Vampires tended to follow human trends, however much they pretended otherwise.

"Feel me up daddy," I joked, hoping Dreki would know enough gay culture to get it. I closed my eyes.

[Maxpphire]

He chuckled as he felt up Drew's arm, to his neck, to his face. Once his hand found Drew's jawline, he was able to bring his other hand up to the other side. He slowly moved up, with his thumbs doing most of the forward exploring. His touch was gentle as he moved, playing with the lips a bit to figure out their shape and plumpness, petting down from right below the bottom lip to feel the chin shape, then going up to the nose where he felt over the nostril to gather it's shape, and move up to the nose onto the browbone, lightly going down over his eyelids then felt up the forehead and into the hair. While he moved upwards, his palms got the cheekbone shape and his fingers with the jawline and ears and eventually through the hair.

"You are very handsome" He spoke with warm tone, and smiled. He rested his forearms on Drew's shoulders and let his hands relax and hang downward after he explored Drew's face. "I feel honored that you let me feel you up." He had half joked back, actually meaning the honored bit. It wasn't everyday that someone would let him feel what they looked like, but it allowed him to feel closer to those who do. He felt a bit of envy for this other man that Drew has in his life, but not in any harmful sort of way, but more in a way that if he would be able to find happiness with someone someday that it would be someone on Drew's caliber.

[Black Philip]

Well would you look at that. I feel handsome! Zeph seemed to think I was, and the guys I took to bed for sure did, but I often doubted it. I didn’t have the perfect body every other vampire seemed to have. I’m buff and tall, that’s for sure, but I’m not very toned. I also look old for my mortal age. Drugs will do that to you. I guess I’m lucky I got turned when I did. Much more time and I would’ve been an old man at thirty. As he touched me I couldn’t help but get hard. It felt nice to be touched and I could feel myself on the edge of danger. Part of me wanted to take Dreki upstairs right now.

“You know feeding feels really good for a willing donor. Want to make our weird night together weirder and let me feed from you?”

I wasn’t even hungry, but my fangs wanted to penetrate him. I wondered if I’d taste the angel in him.

[Maxpphire]

He took in the words that were spoken and smiled a but of a coy smile. He thought to himself how he was going to take care of himself later considering how sex was off the table. His neck being touched alone would cause him to want to take care of his needs afterwards anyway, and if being a willing donor also felt good, he wonder what kind of ride he was in for. He moved his arms to more embrace Drew rather than just resting on his shoulders, and pulled Drew up and close to him as he leaned his head on his own shoulder, allowing Drew access to his neck. One of his hands went up to Drew's head and began to play with his hair. He felt himself start to get hard by these actions alone. When he pulled Drew closer, he could tell that Drew was aroused already as well. He smiled knowing internally that at least he wasn't the only one who would have to take care of themselves later that night.

"Make it as weird as you want if that's the case." He sounded more than willing to be a donor, in essence, he quite enjoyed tonight. He liked it when things were different than his usual norm of drinking, having sex, and going home. Getting to know Drew a bit was enough to have made the night different, but being a donor for a vampire left a bit more excitement for him. His heart began to beat faster just out of an excitable anticipation as to what this new sensation would be for him. And much like his scent, his blood too would have touch of Angel to it's taste.

[Black Philip]

Okay this was getting hot. Once the words were out, I grabbed Dreki, wrapping him up in my embrace. Our hard ons touched as I started to kiss his neck. After a few moments of it, I sunk my fangs into his sweet spot and began to suck. His blood was different than normal humans. It was... complex. It lacked the smells of ecstasy brought out by Zeph but there was something inherently ancient about it.

The resonance was Sanguine, our sexy back and forth making him taste like plum, dick and a sweet metal. I pulled forth rope after rope of blood, eventually standing and holding onto Dreki. He was light to lift and I threw him against my back wall, grinding my crotch into his.

After I took as much as I dared take, I bit my tongue and licked the wound closed and took Dreki to his seat. Wait, were his pants wet? Oh boy Drew. What did you do? It wouldn’t take him long to come too, and I was already starting to feel trashed from how drunk he was. It felt nice.

“Hey Piano Man, you good?”

[Maxpphire]

He enjoyed himself, maybe even a little too much given that he had already came, but he was still hard, he could keep going. He almost was like the energizer bunny in regards that when it came to sex, he could just keep going and going if he wanted, thanks to done practice he did as he started to have sexual partners, he wanted them to finish too, so he made it so he could keep going until they did. He didn't expect for it to had felt as good as it had, and when Drew had bit down, his grip on Drew's head and hair tightened quite a bit. He had grinded back against Drew while pressed up against the wall, more out of instinct than anything. He wanted more but knew he couldn't. Once back in the chair, these borrowed basketball shorts did a terrible job as hiding his still hard cock.

"I'm fantastic, however I must say I envy the man who currently holds your heart." His tone was a happy, coy, and sightly sensual. His eyes did have a hint of loneliness and longing behind them if you liked close enough. "I can keep going physically, but, of course I'm not going to ruin your relationships with others either. Let's just say I learned a long time ago how to keep going and finish even multiple times in order to make sure my partner of the night would throughly enjoy themselves too. Didn't expect you feeding on me to feel like an aphrodisiac however." He said that last part in a light-hearted tone, his drunkenness and now sight light headedness from all the physical motions that had just happened lead him to have a certain truthfulness behind his words. He of course wouldn't do anything, he's not one to even show jealousy regardless of what about. He was used to getting the short end of the stick and knew that even if he did fall for someone, he'd rather them be happy anyway and usually saw that as being without him anyway. Plus it was better for others anyway that he didn't get too involved because then that's just shutter another person the facility could use against him.

[Black Philip]

Hehehe. Dreki was talkative even after blowing his load. Well, I suppose I should be proud of that, but in truth I felt ashamed. I know it's hard to explain, but I felt like I only fed from Dreki because I couldn't fuck him. It was a deal I'd made with myself, but was it even that different from sex? I'd be jerking off later, no question, and Dreki wouldn't even need to. It got worse when he mentioned that Zeph was a lucky guy. Damn. I was the lucky guy. If Zeph knew this just happened he'd probably lose all interest in me. I also felt like I just used this kid. He was so sweet and seemed to really like me, and I made him a placeholder for Zeph. I'm glad Dreki couldn't see my face, because I looked like I needed to shit. As he described his bedroom ability I hung my head, and muttered a noise that I thought sounded thoughtful.

"Yeah you're sensitive to the bite," I observed. "Do you want to use my bathroom?"

I assumed he'd want to clean up after that.

[Maxpphire]

"I would appreciate that, I'll need a little guidance however, a bit too drunk to see." He said a little embarrassed by that last part, but he was able to catch something off in Drew's tone of voice. "You also ok?" He asked as he stood up, awaiting to be led to the bathroom. He was glad that he knew what vampires were now at least, and that they are a real thing and not some descriptor name by the facility. He'd keep that in mind for other times he'd be looking to go home with another, but knew he'd have a to be a bit careful, as he doubt most of them would be as kind and gracious as Drew has been. It was a tough thing for him to really protect himself so it looks like he'd have to do more screening at whatever bar he'd be at before he would go home with just anyone. A picky one-night stander, he thought as the idea of that sounded amusing to him as most people tend to not be picky in his experience. Also he realized that was a weird preference to have. Most people went off of gender, while that just didn't matter to him, he just wanted to be a willing donor to whatever sexual partner he had for the night now.

[Black Philip]

“Oh, of course I’ll guide you,” I replied, realizing that should’ve been obvious. He looked so happy to be here with me. I’d made his night. Why do I hate true and genuine interest in me? Even with Zeph, I’d tried to walk away the moment I could. Now I’d just had this awesome, totally unplanned evening and all I could do was regret it, feel like I’d made a mistake. I am such a piece of shit.

I would protect Dreki from my feelings though. He didn’t deserve any of my shit. I helped him up and led him towards the door to the outside. It was still a howling maelstrom of cold, darkness and rain. I wondered how Dreki would perceive that. Did he see a bunch of tiny white ripples?

“Oh, yeah I’m good bro. Your buzz just caught up with me.” I nervous laughed, but it was a totally reasonable reason to be a little off. I remained attentive, and tried to keep the emotion out of my voice as I locked up the main office and brought us up the stairs. I would help Dreki make his way up, as they’re pretty steep. Once we reached the top, I opened the door into my shitty apartment.

“Well it’s not much, but you can’t see it anyways,” I joked. I considered Dreki might take offense but none was meant, or was it. Was I sabotaging myself by insulting his blindness? I led him to the bathroom and once he was inside, I turned on the water and moved it to hot. I had a towel in there and it was… clean enough.

“Need me to help you get out when you’re done,” I asked. It was getting early. Dreki would need to stay the night, which meant we’d be sharing my mattress. Fuck. I’d need to jerk off while he showered.

[Maxpphire]

He grabbed Drew's arm and let him lead into the upstairs part, using what he heard of Drew's feet to find where the stairs were to not trip, and chuckled at Drew's joke.

"I told you earlier that I've seen worse, didn't I?" He joked back "I might not need help out of the shower, but if I could borrow a fresh pair of shorts, I would appreciate that. Didn't mean to make a mess out if these, sorry about that." He specifically didn't push further on Drew's change in tone, he knew it was more than just the alcohol, that the look on Drew's face was a slight negative one at the time. He guessed it wasn't his fault, it didn't seem to be as Drew was helping him out with much resistance. He felt his way in the bathroom and to the shower. He knew it wouldn't take terribly long, but it would feel nice to clean up a bit. He had put his hands on the wall to feel to the shower. Bathrooms were always easy to navigate while he couldn't see, not just because of their small size but also because quite a few times he'd have to make sure his one night stand would be ok.

[Black Philip]

With Dreki tucked into my bathroom, water running, I went directly into my bedroom. I forgot to shut the door out of pure haste and because I wanted to climax before Dreki finished. Otherwise I’d need to “take a shower” before I laid down for the day. The sweatpants showed off my erection but was less stifling than jeans, and as I freed myself from the bondage of pants I was amazed by how hard I currently was. I grabbed the base with one hand, and squeezed it, using my free hand to begin the back and forth motion I needed to climax. At first I just focused on the physical feelings of pleasure, but as my eyes closed fantasy took over.

Zeph and Dreki were both nude on my bed, playing with each other and giggling. Zeph’s dancer body was lean and muscular while Dreki was more lanky, like Bambi learning to walk. Then I got to come in and they both began to please me. Zeph kissed my neck, while Dreki undid my jeans and the next thing I knew I was looking down as the pair of them sucked me. Dreki worked the top portion, while Zeph, being the dirtier boy in my fantasy, sniffed and licked my balls, using his tongue to get the base. I heard myself moan, but the water was still on. I was getting closer.

The fantasy grew more wild. The next thing I knew I was fucking Zeph, while he blew Dreki. We made out, but a free hand wrapped around Zeph’s neck. I wanted to break it, suck blood from it, love it, destroy it and own it all at the same time. I could feel the pressure building.

I leaned down and bit Zeph’s neck, sucking his blood, as his erection pulsated against me. Dreki didn’t want to miss his chance and presented his groin artery for me to feed from. I did so, and now Zeph was jealous of Dreki. Compete for me boys. Fight for me. 

“Fuck,” I whispered, as I felt myself about to blow. I was there in the fantasy now too, with both of my boys looking up at me again, tongue’s out and faces expectant. I had to give them both what they wanted. I let out a very loud moan, and gripped the wall, blasting across the room and onto the floor. My eyes were still closed, and I saw both of the blonde beauties get covered in me. It was … so hot. Then I realized the water was off, and heard a heartbeat and breath.

“Damn,” I cursed, and quickly went to contain myself. I must’ve looked so awkward.

[Maxpphire]

He took a quick shower, without having his own shampoo and body wash, it was more a rinse down, the cooling water felt nice and sobered him up a little, or maybe that was the time that had gone by since he had his last drink. Either way he had finished his shower, and had a sense of where things were for the most part, but was still tipsy enough to probably be unable to navigate outside.

While walking to the door he heard some curious noises and as he looked in, he could tell that Drew just finished masturbating. His eyes darted away and his face a bit red, since he wasn't a drunk he wasn't exactly as shameless as he once been, but felt a little bad.

"Sorry I couldn't uh, help out with that." He said seemingly a bit more shy than before. "I guess if it's any consolation prize, I could tell when you were grinding against me too, but you're bigger than I am. You're the only guy I've meet who is." He said trying to make the situation not as bad, but realized that probably didn't make anything better either. He wasn't exactly sure what to do other than stand there when it hit him, where was he going to be sleeping? He didn't exactly see a couch anywhere, could be that his vision isn't fully back yet or even maybe Drew didn't have one.

"Are we sharing the mattress?" He asked curiously, he had no issue if they were but wouldn't mind laying down now for a bit. He remembered there was a message on his phone but that could wait until he woke up again honestly.

[Black Philip]

Well, I was embarrassed, and for a moment I considered kicking Dreki out. His disability, and my desire to be friends with him after kept me from making that mistake. It wasn't his fault I'm a total shit. I was now again contained, and moved to lay down on the mattress. I stared up at the ceiling as Dreki nervously filled the silence with words. I think people respond to nervousness one of two ways; escape or wading in. I'm an escapist. Dreki it seemed jumped right in, like the water was fine. My dick size didn't make me feel any less small in the moment, and I turned away and faced the wall.

"Yeah of course. Come lay down kid. I had a nice time tonight."

I did for the most part, and none of how I was acting was his fault. He'd just been sweet, and I'd used him because of it. I didn't know what the future might hold for me and Dreki, but I knew it would always be colored by how we met. I closed my eyes and saw Zeph staring at me. He looked disappointed. I was too.

[Maxpphire]

He nodded and walked to the mattress and lied down. He could tell there was something off in Drew's tone but couldn't quite place it. It worried him however, he didn't used to think it was him having done something, after all Drew was letting him sleep next to him, but something just felt, off. He started to self doubt, and wondered if something he did or say that might have gotten to Drew.

"I really enjoyed myself tonight too." His tone was genuine, with maybe an undertone of concern. "Sleep well, ok?" And once Drew gave similar sentiments, he closed his eyes and began to relax. There was something comforting about laying next to Drew, he felt at ease, despite his mind trying to overthink things, it shut down fairly quickly.

Sometime in the early afternoon he left, grabbing his stuff from the first floor and changing back into his actual clothes before leaving. He folded up the ones he borrowed from Drew and left them on the chair, leaving a business card of his on top, with a sloppily written phone number on the back.

Fin

[Black Philip]

When I woke the next night, I found the clothes Dreki had borrowed and his business card. I popped into my old fashioned Rolodex, and took the clothes upstairs and tossed them in the hamper. Tonight I had a lot going on, but the biggest thing on my agenda was the big trial in the west district. I was about to leave for the night when I felt an urge to reach out to my new friend. I knew how we ended was weird and so I went back to the Rolodex, copied the phone number into my phone and put the card back. After I locked up the door I sent a quick text.

Hey Piano Man. It's Rebel Rebel. Thanks for the music, and the buzz. Catch you soon bro.
Send.

I felt a bit better after sending that message. It made me feel less like what I did was wrong or bad. I'd even tell Zeph about him the next time I saw him, which hopefully would be tonight.