Home Sweet Home

[Black Philip]

The trial was over. The dude was found guilty and frankly I couldn’t have been happier about it. The two victims had both come out looking pretty good. Ben had been combative but his raw emotion had showed what a monster he was dealing with. Jake by comparison had been composed and confident, and he’d looked his attacker right in the eye and reaffirmed his guilt. Who needs Law and Order SVU? I was shaken up by the whole affair, and when I saw Zeph I enveloped him in an instant hug. He’d asked if I was okay, and I’d lied and said yes. I then asked him about his day, and lead him towards the food I knew he wanted. I couldn’t tell if he believed I was fine or not, but he filled the space with conversation, and I liked that he didn’t insist we focus on me.

It was honestly just nice to hear him talk, about anything really. I could listen to him all day, and after the success  of our first date I was eager for this one. I hadn’t called Dreki yet, partially out of guilt for using him that night. I realized  that by not calling him I was making that using worse, and was resolved to forge a friendship with him. I told Zeph only about a blind piano player I’d met, and that he was a cool guy. I left it at that for now. No need to overcomplicate shit, right?

We reached my place in the good old BQ, that’s Brazilian Quarter of course, and I unlocked my office door and led the nymph into Rebel Rebel Investigations. I’d picked up a bit, figuring Zeph’s visit would be soon, but the place still looked pretty sad and empty.

“Well, it’s not much. But it’s home,” I said, smiling and offering Zeph a seat.

[suneater]

Zeph had been happily filling the date with chatter. Their date and subsequent time together had done wonders for the doldrums that his trip to Venture had trapped him in. The one-week deadline for returning to Charon had passed without the nymph even thinking of it. In the meantime, Zeph had been texting Drew almost constantly- flirting, reporting on his day, sending selfies (some of them suggestive), asking for opinions on outfits (which was mostly an excuse to send more selfies), and sharing some stream of consciousness. The texts were usually short, devoid of punctuation or capitalization, and peppered with emoji.

When they’d met for dinner, Zeph had bounced up the sidewalk and all but hopped into Drew’s arms. The one-sided meal had been accompanied by an animated recounting of a party he’d been to the night before which had devolved (or maybe evolved) into a Disney acapella session fueled by arcane cocktails that the host (who Zeph confided had been in gay adult films and had a huuuuuuuuuuuuge dick) had made diligently but never partaken in himself. He was in a good mood and was quite the story-teller. His syntactic idiosyncrasies and meandering mind wove the somewhat banal event into the indelible memory that it had clearly become for him, and he seemed enthusiastic to share it with Drew.

He’d taken Drew’s limited contributions to the conversation at face value, nodding gently when he explained that he was fine and perking up with interest at the mention of the blind pianist (“Oh wow, so much of his world must be sound!”).

His exuberance was undiminished as they left to head toward Drew’s office. Zeph was clearly excited to see it. Holding his hand (Zeph had laced their fingers together the moment they left the restaurant) was probably a bit like holding the leash on an energetic dog; he kept straining forward on those dancer’s legs, then realizing what he was doing and smiling abashedly up at Drew. He pulled out his vape pen and hit it casually as they walked, between prodding at Drew for details of the cases he was working on.

When Drew turned on the lights inside Rebel Rebel, Zeph looked around and then blinked slowly. “Oh um. Huh. I guess I was picturing, you know. More stuff.” The words were delivered slowly, as if he was still processing the situation while he spoke them (which he was). His wasn’t judgmental, or disappointed – he was just re-evaluating his expectations and fitting the setting into what he knew of Drew, which admittedly wasn’t that much. He returned the vampire’s smile, ducking his head against his bicep and wrapping him in a hug. He disengaged a little reluctantly before lowering himself into the indicated seat, grinning, and looking around once more. There was something akin to mischief gleaming in his eyes; it was the look of someone not-particularly-crafty attempting to plot.

“So,” he said, stretching his arms out above and behind him with his fingers latticed together. The movement (calculatedly) caused his t-shirt, a black v-neck, to ride up, exposing a ribbon of pale tummy. “What do you wanna do now?”

[Black Philip]

Zeph is so cute, and his attempt at being subversive was the latest in a long line of adorable gestures. To he honest, when I'm around him I want to drink less. That's an achievement. That pale, perfect tummy made me growl, and my eyes widened with some combination of lust and hunger. We hadn't had the feeding talk yet, but if Zeph was going to be my boyfriend or same shit without a label, I'd need to feed from him. Otherwise it would be a lot harder to date him and not feel guilty every time  I sucked another neck. 

Despite the temptation for me to go remove that pesky shirt of his, I sat in my chair. The desk served as a functional cock block while we talked. My end game was to feed, fuck, rinse and repeat for as long as Zeph could handle it. That was the dream, but to get there a few more things had to fall in place.

"Well, you had your dinner," I began, attempting to sound sheepish and like I had no agenda. I'm a lot better at lying than Zeph is, but I tired to make it obvious I was leading up to something. "What do you think about me feeding from you?"

I tried to make it sound like no big deal, because in reality it wasn't. It would bring us closer. It would pave the way to hot sex if Zeph was one of those mortals who became turned on by the bite. I imagined him begging me to fuck him, destroy him, never let go. Beneath my desk I started to harden. I had a feeling of deja vu, as I remembered Dreki sitting in that same seat just the night before. When had I suddenly started collecting hot twinks?

[suneater]

It was a little weird, sitting with Drew on the other side of the desk. Kind of hot, though. Like one of those videos for people who were into suits and offices as a kink. Zeph had no grasp of the professional world beyond his experiences with media and his part-time job at the New Age shop, so it was easy for his mind to wander down the path of fantasy. Maybe he was, like, trying to find out if his boyfriend was cheating on him, and he’d found Drew online and stopped by the office, and now he’d told him about all of his suspicions, and got all emotional, and Drew was all nice and comforting and stuff, but then when he gave him a hug Zeph noticed his huge boner and then their clothes went flying and Drew did that thing where he swept everything off the desk…

Distracted by the scenario, he had only half been paying attention to Drew’s response. He blinked slowly, then canted his head to the side a little.

What do you think about me feeding from you?

It was easy for him to forget Drew was a vampire. Since he had daytime classes, it wasn’t as if they were likely to hang out before sunset anyways. Zeph knew he was one, but he’d just mentally classified vampire as one of the many facets of his boyfriend’s identity, like race or astrological sign: ultimately, not that important compared to the fact that he was a person who made Zeph horny who he had feelings for.

His thoughts turned to Venture, and his encounter with Ben. Ben had wanted to feed from him. Zeph had decided that was really all Ben had wanted from him, which still felt a little raw. They’d talked about biting, because Zeph had been curious. He struggled to remember what Ben had said. That the people who were into it treated it kind of like sex, something like that, and then there are no words. It was cryptic, a non-answer. Maybe Drew could do better?

Zeph demeanor had shifted the instant the question was asked. Nervousness manifested, causing him to begin to drum the fingers of his right hand ever-so-slightly on his left thigh. For long seconds before he asked it, he looked like he was formulating the query that followed, clearly telegraphed by his uncertain, thoughtful expression.

“Um, Idunno, I… does it hurt? Do you have to take a lot? Do I need like, a cookie and orange juice afterward?” His voice was small, maybe a little childish. Just thinking of Venture diminished him a little bit, made him more like the Zeph who had hidden from the world for days until Drew intervened. The last bit might have seemed like a joke, but he didn’t look like he was trying to be funny. He regarded Drew solemnly and a little afraid from his chair.

[Black Philip]

I didn't like the way Zeph's face changed when I mentioned the biting.

Wow, your fucking stupid and selfish. He's still afraid of you.

I shook away the bad thoughts and focused on the Zeph in front of me. I got up slowly from my chest and walked around to the front of my desk, sitting on top of it instead. It felt more... intimate. I made my face calm, and tried to remember that Zeph liked me, and that being a vampire didn't change that.

"It actually feels really good. Either you get really chill and pleasant, or it makes you super horny, like out of this world, begging me to screw your brains out horny."

Perhaps I said too much? As I looked at him I realized I was hoping for the second reaction. Would he even be into that? I had a suspicious feeling yes.

[suneater]

The nymph pulled his long legs up onto the seat with him, wrapping his arms around his shins and resting his chin in his knees. His lips twitched into the faintest of upward curves when Drew emerged from behind the desk and sat on it, like a teacher on TV who was coded for being cool and relatable. That effortless cheesiness had earned him a smile, however slight.

"It's not like you'd need to bite me for that, doofus." He was still huddled in on himself, but he'd lapsed into a dorky grin. "Chill and horny is basically my brand." He unfurled himself from the seat, his lithe body a puzzle-box opening up to reveal him standing instead. His stride was stork-like as he crossed to the desk and set his hands on Drew's impressive thighs. He ducked his head in, possibly signaling a kiss, but rather than converging at the lips he quickly brushed his nose across Drew's before pulling back to lock eyes with him.

"I trust you," he intoned quietly, evenly, mind made up. His hands found Drew's, and he tugged. He didn't exert the force required to get him upright, but the intent was there.

[Black Philip]

I felt the tug and heard the words, and knew now was the moment. I moved towards him and actually picked him up, wrapping his legs around my waist and pressing a hungry kiss into him. My arms traveled up and down his back, and I squeezed him, feeling him adjust to my touch. I slowly worked my mouth down his smooth neck, licking the salt from his skin. His body felt warm, and alive, and the smell of him was as engorging as I scrapped my  fang along his neck, teasing at what was about to come. I had never wanted anything this bad, not even booze, and I sunk my teeth into the little sex morsel the first drop of his blood instantly getting my hard.

The taste. The fucking taste! It was like key lime pie, at least from what I can remember. No wait, was that citrus, a tangy grapefruit that smelled like flowers and laundry hanging in the breeze. I know it sounds odd that all those sensations rushed through me, but nymph blood was unlike anything I'd ever had. I sucked on him hard, feeling the warm liquid enter me, rouge my skin, and satisfying my hunger. His body squirmed in mine, but whether he was the horny bite or the relaxed one I didn't know.

I moved us, spinning him around and throwing him on the desk, my body on top of his, my weight pressing into him. I heard the boom-boom-boom of his heart and used it to know when I had to pull back. He tasted so amazing. I didn't want to stop. Just a little bit more blood wouldn't hurt right.

His life doesn't mean shit right?

I stopped, sealing the wound with a bloody lick, and I carried Zeph back to the chair and gently placed him there. I was so turned on I wanted to rip his clothes off and go straight for him, but I had to make sure he was okay with the feeding first.

[suneater]

A sound of surprise escaped his lips as Drew hoisted him. It was followed by a plaintive moan as their mouth's met. They hadn't known each other long, but there had been enough kissing in the weeks since Drew had rescued him that Zeph knew exactly what he liked. Mostly he yielded to him, but every so often he pushed back a bit, darting his tongue forward against Drew's playfully. It did seem like his lover was a little more forceful tonight though, which Zeph didn't mind at all. Zeph's dick stirred quickly, and for the length of the kiss he forgot completely about their discussion. He'd slung his arms over Drew's shoulders, leaning into him a bit to help balance, kissing eagerly. His eyes had drifted closed.

They opened when Drew pulled away and worked his way down Zeph's neck. Oh. Yeah. Suddenly, the nymph wished he weren't in the air- a fairly uncommon desire. Usually he did all he could to leave the terrestrial behind, but just then, he could have used some solidity to counter the acute vulnerability he was feeling. Drew was solid, but Drew was also about to bite him. Holyshithe'sgonnabiteme. He felt a hard point drag across sensitive flesh, startling but not painful.

It was too much. Too fast. They needed to talk more. He opened his mouth to warn Drew off, but then it happened. The words he had been about to form became something else. It was primal, the translation of raw sensation into sound. Soft, though. The still air in the office began to circulate, slowly enough at first that it might not be noticed, but as the bite persisted, the new currents were blatantly supernatural, enough to rifle errant papers and roll a pen off of Drew's desk.

He wasn't aware of what his body was doing. He wasn't aware of anything other than the concentrated pleasure-pain blasting through him. It came in waves that corresponded to gulps, each just as irresistible as the one before it. On some level he knew that it originated in his neck, but there was just too much to feel to try to cordon any of it off with body geography. His arms reflexively wrapped tight around Drew, and his dick was hot steel pressed between them, jutting into the vampire's belly as he took his fill. It was just too much. He couldn't think, or process, or try to understand. All he could do was experience it. He'd had crazy sex and experimented with just about every drug that wasn't heroin or meth and this was just more than any of that.

It was an eternity to Zeph before it finally ended. He shuddered on the desk beneath Drew, gasping suddenly for air. He'd barely been breathing through the bite. The wind that had stirred up faded immediately. He felt someone scoop him up and then set him down, but he still couldn't think straight. Cognitive function returned slowly, as if his body was booting back up after a long series of updates. He shuddered again in Drew's arms en route and slouched into the chair bonelessly, his mastery of his body completely dispelled by the Kiss.

"Ben was right," he mumbled, though his tongue was so heavy that it probably sounded more like behwahzrye. He finally opened his eyes and blinked as Drew came into focus. Awareness was hard to reckon with. His heart was pounding. His dick was harder than it had ever been, and very wet. His skin felt cold, from the sweat and the indoor breeze that had cooled it. He wanted to cry- he could feel the lacrimal process at work, but he had no idea why.

He wanted to do it again. He never wanted to do anything else. Was this what heroin was like? He could imagine giving up life for this. He suddenly surfaced from his see of thought, buoyed on a raft of desire. He needed to cum. He needed Drew inside of him. He needed something to remind him that there was a world beyond being bitten. His hands moved for Drew's belt, fumbling to undo it. His deftness still hadn't returned. He would need help. "Please fuck me," he begged. "Don't touch my dick, I'm so close."

[Black Philip]

God he looked so hot begging and pouting like that. He must've really enjoyed that bite, and that fact made me happy. I was hard as a rock, and had been since I started feeding, so I was more than ready to take this to the next level. I helped Zeph undo my pants, and my dick popped out. "Suck me," I said, voice commanding and deep. I didn't slam his head onto my dick as much as I guided it with a tug of his blonde hair, and once he'd set off to work, I moved us so that I could sit on my desk.

Sweet god I wanted to fuck him, and as my eyes stayed trained on his sweet face my right hand fumbled behind me trying to open my upper desk drawer. I eventually got it open and pulled out a bottle of lube. I had one on standby just in case I wanted to fuck in my office. It had been a while since I got a treat like this but - fuck Zeph was really working that rod - the lube bottle opened and my fingers were suddenly coated and slippery.

"Strip," I commanded again, standing up to do the same. Once we were both naked, I took only a second to look how hot and sexy Zeph was. I'd never seen him this pure looking, and at the same time like a total slut. It was the hottest combo. I stepped forward and grabbed him, throwing him onto my desk and putting his legs onto my shoulders. I tapped his hole with my dick, teasing it, letting the lube from my fingers coat myself, and him. I wouldn't bother fingering him. I knew I should probably try and open him up, but I was afraid he'd cum before I got started, and I needed this orgasm as badly as he did. Once I was coated in lube, I slid in slowly. It was a lot to accommodate, and I could feel Zeph's body in various states of tension and pleasure. "Let it happen," I guided, my tone softer than before, feeling him stretch and let me in. He felt so warm around me, and his dick looked seconds away from climaxing.

"Hold off as long as you can," I instructed, and to make sure he didn't get tempted I pinned his hands down. My first tempo was light, as his hole was still getting used to my girth. Once I felt those muscles relax and surrender to my dick, I picked up the pace. "Fuck," I yelled, my face likely a stupid sex expression, but I couldn't have cared less. This was everything. He was everything. As we fucked, I looked at his pretty face. Every subtle change made me want to fuck him harder, and I felt my own innards start to tense up. I wanted this show to end differently and I had an idea. I pulled his hands up and without pulling out lifted him and lied back on the floor of my office.

"Ride me," I yelled, throwing my muscular arms behind my back as a pillow. I'd let him drive for a bit, before holding him down and drilling my load into him.   

[suneater]

It was not the best head Zeph had ever given. His head was still light, and it felt like his brain's commands to his body were just a few seconds out of sync, disrupted by the pleasure overload he'd just experienced. He certainly tried, though. Having a dick in his mouth felt good, tasted good. The musky tang of it shifted a little focus from his haywire sense of touch. His eyes drifted closed as he bobbed and sucked. There was some light scraping of teeth in the early stages, but focusing on the task at hand (mouth?) seemed to help him return to his senses. Before long at all he'd fallen into a steady, pleasurable rhythm, taking Drew to the hilt and then pulling back to put a little focus on his head every other second.

His eyes fluttered open after Drew's command, and he looked up from his knees. He pulled back, his mouth copiously wet with saliva, and then managed to get his feet beneath him. He pulled off his shirt, then struggled out of his pants, hopping deftly-but-still-comically on one foot to get the tight garment off his lower body. He peeled off his underwear naked, his dick bobbing in front of him. His pale, dancer's body was completely on display, and his bright blue eyes were drinking in the details of Drew's physique- particularly his wet, engorged cock. His gaze was pure lust.

Suddenly Drew had a hold of him, and the next thing he knew his bare back was on the desk. Drew maneuvered between his legs and then hiked them over his shoulders, and then he felt the fat head of Drew's dick against his hot, needy hole. He didn't want to be opened up. He didn't want foreplay. He barely wanted lube. He wanted Drew to split him open, make him scream, make him shoot. There was no thought given to a condom. Zeph was on PReP, but even if he wasn't, he wouldn't have questioned it. He didn't just want Drew's load in him- he needed it, more than he'd ever needed anything.

His mouth formed a wide, perfect "O" when Drew started pushing. He forgot everything he knew about taking dick for a few seconds until Drew's gentle words grounded him. Grabbing hold of the backs of his own thighs and pulling his legs toward his body in a display of flexibility worthy of a dancer, he gave himself to Drew. He focused on his hole and Drew'd dick until the rest of the world slipped away. He pushed against him just slightly with the muscles inside of him, creating just enough resistance to help Drew get deeper into his guts. "You're so big," he murmured. His eyes had closed again as his lover slowly worked himself all the way in.

Then it finally started. Drew had immobilized his hands. It actually hurt a little, but Zeph didn't care. Drew was fucking him, and it was better than the several times he'd imagined it happening while playing with toys. He felt himself give way to Drew's cock, felt it opening him up, and then with more and more frequency, felt it push into his prostate. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Ohmygod FUCK." He pressed his lips shut, but there was still a little moan from behind them every time Drew went all the way in. His eyes flew open, and he grinned a slutty little grin up at Drew. His dick had flagged slightly during the initial phases, when pain and concentration defined the process, but now it was hard again, and wet, jutting out, wavering slightly while Drew brutalized him.

Drew lifted him again, and this time they ended up on the ground. Zeph didn't need any urging to pick up where Drew had left off. He planted his feet and shifted forward into something of a squat. It was the sort of positioning that only usually happened in adult entertainment, but Zeph's powerful, well-trained legs were more than capable of pulling it off. He planted his hands on Drew's chest, thumbs and index fingers clamping down hard on his nipples, and then got to work. Judging from the determined, prurient look on his face, he planned to earn that load. Hinging at the hips, he began slamming his meaty ass down on Drew's cock, impaling himself over and over again. It was just as merciless as Drew's plowing had been just a half-minute before. His movements were perfection, lifting him just enough that Drew nearly popped out before dropping him down again. All the while, he squeezed and wriggled, wringing as much pleasure as he could out of Drew's cock- and imparting it equivalently.

He was sweating before long. He straightened up and then fell back, bracing himself with his hands on the ground to the sides of Drew's thighs, landing him in something of a backward bridge. His dick waved in obscene circles in time with his bucking hips, pointing toward the wall behind Drew. He didn't miss a stroke as he transitioned, but he did throw his head back and moan.

"Give me your load, fuck, please, shoot inside me daddy, FUCK! I'M GONNA- UNGH!"

It started before he finished the words. His slender dick twitched and then began to unload. Because of the angle, the first two shots went clear over Drew's head, but the third and fourth arced onto his chin and then his neck. He didn't stop riding Drew, even as he gasped and moaned and panted. It continued to seep from his dick, his movements flinging drops of it in every direction. He lost a bit of steam, as far as his gymnastic power-bottoming went, and Drew would probably get the sense that he was going to give out completely soon. There were little tremors in his limbs that carried throughout his whole naked body.

 

[Black Philip]

He was even better at that than I expected. The porn positioning was a nice touch, and he was as greedy as I was. Maybe he and I had more in common than on the surface. In all that time I watched him had I missed some striking similarity between us? We were both insatiable pleasure fiends. In my case it was to numb my existence, and the rage. As he plunged himself up and down my rod, getting me closer and closer to fulfilling his filthy and delightful requests, I wondered what Zeph's reason for being so hedonistic could be. Could it really be as simple as some people just like to feel good no matter the cost?

Now, I know what you're thinking. Drew, how with your dream guy servicing you and calling you daddy do you have time to have a philosophical query about your lover's nature? The answer is simple. I don't get to ever experience bliss, and that's what this moment between us was, bliss. Now back to the regularly scheduled smut. When he came, I felt myself on the threshold. As he rode me, clearly exhausted, I made a call on how to finish. I sat up and guided his lips to mine. As we kissed, I began to pound, holding his sweaty body to mine in a tender and restraining embrace. As I reached my climax, I groaned a loud, deep groan. It was fucking primal and I pumped my seed into this amazing man I got to feed from and fuck. I kept pounding during my ejaculation but as I truly finished I slowed to a stop. He'd already taken a beating, and I wanted more kisses, and to hold his quivering body. There was no need to pull out. It was a form on bonding. He felt warm and wet in my arms, and I felt soothing and cool in his.

I closed my eyes, and wished for just a moment we could've been two humans and drifted off to sleep like this. However, I knew sleep would not come in the night, at least not for me. I held him tight and whispered, "sooooo that was nice." Then I nervous laughed like a little bitch. Jesus.

[suneater]

Something inside Zeph gave when Drew took control. He was spent in every way possible; he shook in Drew's arms. He was being kissed, kissing, and he'd forgotten completely that Drew still needed to finish. There was no room in his head for thinking, and when Drew began to hammer him he crumpled against him. The intensity of being so totally filled was jarring in the wake of his own orgasm, neither pleasurable nor painful. It was almost too much. Zeph's involvement in the tail-end of their fucking became entirely receptive. Tongue, cock, energy - he had nothing left to provide, but he could make himself a vacuum, could drink it in.

He felt Drew shudder, a different sort of shudder than the ones that had been wracking his slender frame. He felt him surge, unload. He'd wanted that load so badly, but now his gratitude was largely that it was finished. He sank into Drew's embrace while his lover softened inside him, resting his burning cheek against the cool porcelain of Drew's chest. His breath came in small, uneven gulps, and he shivered. His neck, where Drew had bitten him, felt different than the rest of his body. It was as if he'd been touched by a live wire and the electricity had infiltrated his skin and frozen there mid-dance.

Nice wasn't the word that came to mind. He'd unfogged enough that things were coming to mind, and he couldn't even begin to name what had just happened to him. He'd had many different kinds of sex since discovering the joys of his own and other penises, but nothing had ever been like this. It was more like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down at a deadly fall. It was the risk of a body broken, the violent surge of fear when the sensors inside the body realized that gravity had taken hold and there was only a thin ribbon of someone else's sky between you and the ground.

He couldn't speak, not yet. He needed to be held. He needed reassurances that he wasn't falling, reminders of reality. He let out what he'd thought would be a breath but turned out to be nearly a sob. He closed his eyes and burrowed against Drew. Between the vampire's cold flesh and the sweat evaporating on his completely exposed body, he was cold. He wanted blankets, to be blotted out in blankets. He could make enough warmth for both of them, with blankets sealed around them.

"S-sorry," he stammered. He was aware enough to realize that a post-coital sob could be misconstrued. "That was just... a lot." He peeled away enough to meet Drew's gaze. "I liked it, I think. I just... I feel a little lost." His lips twitched into a weak smile. "But also kind of found."

[Black Philip]

I was concerned by the sob, and also thought I might've fucked him too hard. I'm fairly strong for my age, and I'd be so invested in cumming that I considered I wasn't being properly restrained. Then he explained, and I connected it back to it being his first feeding. I had just introduced him to a drug like no other, and I was glad it had been me. Others would take advantage of him. Others would abuse him. I'd be different than that, better even. I cared too much to watch him suffer. I pulled him for another kiss.

"Don't be sorry," I assured. "It was a new experience for you."

I decided to go for what I really wanted. I had Zeph in the best place possible to ask. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

[suneater]

Zeph managed to kiss him back, but he was clearly still taxed by the experience. Full control of his senses and his body were slow to return. He kissed slowly. He was drained of passion, but there was affection there. He could feel Drew finally softening inside him. It wouldn't be long before he was out entirely. That thought made the nymph feel even colder, and another shiver ran through him. He rested his head on Drew's shoulder. He'd been just about to ask Drew to carry him to bed when the sobering question came.

The fact that it was sobering made him realize how like drunkenness his current state was. He wondered, briefly, if there would be a hangover as well. As was often the case when that question cropped up, he decided quickly that it was a problem for future Zeph. Water probably wasn't a bad idea though. His grasp of hard biology was tenuous at best, but he was pretty sure he needed water to make more blood.

"Oh." He straightened his spine and regarded Drew, his expression a mix of surprised and serious. "Well, um, what... what does that word mean to you?" He realized that he had answered a question with a question, and that his response wasn't the immediate yes Drew had probably been looking for. "I mean, I do, I just, that means different things to different people and we should, umm, be on the same page." He nodded, and then ducked back against Drew, clinging to him.

"Can we talk about it under some blankets though, or in the shower? I'm freeeezing."

[Black Philip]

Well that didn’t sound good. Zeph’s less than yes response left me unsure what to do. Part of me wanted to call the whole thing off right there. I hadn’t asked a guy to be in a relationship with me since Wesley, and he asked me! My face turned into a confused and disappointed grimace, and I said, “suuuuure,” disentangling us, and finally standing. I didn't get what he meant. I mean, maybe my age was finally showing but to me you were either together or not. This whole, “on the same page” thing didn’t sit right, and it showed up in that I was distant as I opened the door and led him to my dreary upstairs apartment. 

I actually had to look for blankets. I don’t need to stay warm, but I’d had enough tricks come over that I had a nice thick wool blanket on standby. I found it in the corner of my bedroom, and remembered Dreki had used it just the night before. I sat up on the mattress, and waited for Zeph to get comfy. I didn’t speak because honestly I didn’t know what to say. I was worried I’d come off like a needy bitch, or go the other route and be so standoffish he’d wonder why I asked to date him in the first place. Finally, I found the words I needed.

“So since for me this seems easy, and for you it seems complicated why don’t you start and tell me what you’re looking for.”

It was more accusatory than I’d hoped, but not inaccurate. A simple yes would’ve made me the happiest I’d been in years. Instead, I was given the joys of ambiguity and uncertainty.

[suneater]

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.

[Black Philip]

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.

[suneater]

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."

[Black Philip]

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.

[suneater]

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."

[Black Philip]

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.

[suneater]

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.

[Black Philip]

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.

[suneater]

Zeph flopped backward onto the bed as Drew departed. His lips had curved in a soft grin, and he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy his blanket cocoon. His body still felt battered and raw, but it was easy enough to let his mind go blank and simply bask in the warmth and comfort. If he’d been left that was for any stretch of time, he might have drifted off to sleep.

His eyes cracked open when he heard Drew re-enter the room, and he sat up, shuffling his arm out of the blanket to accept his phone. He unlocked it with his fingerprint and immediately rolled his eyes. “Sorry, one second.” He freed his other arm as well and fired off a rapid, somewhat lengthy text. When he was finished, he dropped his phone disdainfully on the mattress and flopped back.

“My dad freaks out if I don’t text him back immediately. He basically thinks I’m either gonna get murdered or reveal I’m a nymph at any moment and it is such a draaaaaaag.” Annoyance had crept into his tone, mixed with real frustration. “It’s just like… I get it, they want the best for me, fine, but he acts like cuz he’s paying my bills I basically have no freedom and it just sucks.”

His petulance dissipated and he looked up at Drew solemnly. His brow creased. “He can’t find out I’m dating a vampire. I think just me dating an older guy would freak him out enough to make me come home, and this is soooooooo much worse than that.” His lips pressed together, and he reached for Drew’s hand. “I’m not like, ashamed of you or anything, he’s just totally mental when it comes to this stuff. Is… is that okay?”

[Black Philip]

I had an idea. It may not work, but might allow me to date Zeph with his dad's knowledge that I'm around his son without disclosing that we're dating. I made a mental note to call back later and offer to be Zeph's bodyguard. His dad was overprotective enough to entertain the idea. I could get paid to eat and fuck his son, and all I'd need to do is protect him, which I'd do anyway! It would be tough to pull off but it made me money, got me the guy, and meant Zeph wouldn't have to tell his dad we were dating.

I felt guilty though. I mean, shouldn't I just tell him I'd been paid to follow him and that's why we met? He deserved to know that sort of thing. I knew I should, but as I looked at him so peaceful and sweet all I said was, "Don't worry. I won't tell him we're dating."

Relationships are supposed to be built on trust, or so I've heard. Guess I'm willing to roll the dice and see what happens. I flopped down next to him and wrapped him up in my embrace. "This is going to be good for us," I told him, believing it was true at the time.

[suneater]

Zeph rolled his eyes at what, to him, just sounded like Drew being cheesy. He bumped against Drew, playfully adding to his show of mock-displeasure, but then softened and let Drew's strong arms enfold him.

"It's already good for us," he corrected a bit sleepily. For a moment it seemed like he was ready to drift off. His body stilled, and his breathing grew deeper and more regular... and then his stomach let out an audible growl.

"Oh yeah." He sat up a bit and began fiddling with his phone, calling up a delivery app and scrolling through options. His tongue poked past his lips just slightly as he concentrated on the slew of options presented by ordering food in an unfamiliar neighborhood. His mouth fell open to ask Drew for recommendations, but he realized before he started that his vampire boyfriend wasn't going to be much help on that front.

"Hmmmm maybe Thai? I can always use more noodles in my life. Ooh, this place has four-and-a-half stars..."

Drew would be treated to narration of Zeph's convoluted ordering process, which culminated in an order of vegetarian pad prihk king, some dumplings, and a thai iced tea. He couldn't help but grin boyishly as he added Drew's address to the app. There was something cute and official about doing so that made him want to dance. Instead, he tossed his phone aside and flopped back against Drew.

"So um can I ask how come you don't have like... furniture and stuff? This place is kind of grim."

[Black Philip]

Normally, people who talk a lot annoy me, but for Zeph I didn't mind being the captive audience member. Oh sure, about the third time he mentioned the different kinds of noodles he could get I started to let my mind wander, but I wasn't in it so much for the words he was saying as just watching him express himself. There was a joy to almost everything he did, and it contrasted with my usual rain cloud. I wasn't much help with the ordering process. It's been a while since I ate solid food, and I don't think I ever tried Thai. It was like the new fancy Chinese food or something. As Zeph described the various options, I felt a desire to try it. I know I never could. It would taste like ash and make me vomit. But that's how good a salesperson Zeph was; he sold me something I would never be able to use just by talking about it.

When my place was mentioned, my brow furrowed a bit, and I looked around at my lack of stuff. It was a big contrast to Zeph's place for sure. I considered his question.

"Ummm, I guess I work so much I'm never really home. I meet clients downstairs but most nights I'm prowling in some alley watching someone. Besides, I grew up in foster care. I've never really owned anything expect my bike and jacket."

It wouldn't satisfy him. That I knew. I half expected to come back and find a few potted plants and mood lights installed. The best part about it was this; because it would be Zeph doing it I knew I'd like any changes he came up with. He had the effect of making me happy, despite my best efforts to stay sulking.

Once the food was ordered I wrapped him up tight, and kissed the back of his neck. Hopefully we could just lay here till his food arrived. It was nice like this.

[suneater]

Wrapped up around Zeph the way he was, Drew would no doubt detect his restless movements.

"I grew up in foster care. I've never really owned anything except my bike and jacket."

The words had stuck in him like a splinter. He realized all at once that he knew almost nothing about Drew, other than that he was a vampire, a private eye, and a stone-cold hottie who was into him. Even if Drew hadn't been frozen in time for years, he was still older, still had that many more experiences, that much more baggage. He frowned.

Drew couldn't see his face, but it was screwed up in thoughtfulness. A cavalcade of questions were bouncing around in that pretty head of his, and he wasn't sure at all which to begin with. Their interactions up until now had all been so intense- Drew rescuing him, the fallout from his trip to Venture, sharing his blood. There hadn't really been time for exposition, and now that it occurred to him, Zeph wanted to know everything.

"Sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean... you know... to shame you or anything." He reached up, twining his warm fingers in Drew's cold ones. "Did you know your family at all? I don't really know much about foster care." His glimpses of it came primarily through television, and he'd learned over the years to take those bits of knowledge with heaping tablespoons of salt. "What was it like?"

[Black Philip]

I didn't expect Zeph to pursue the foster care thing. Dammit. Fuck. I hate talking about my upbringing. Who wants to hear a sad story about someone else's bullshit? Not me. Keep it moving sob story. I got work to do. I tensed up at the idea that he'd shamed me. I went a little cold.

"I'm not ashamed of anything," I said more forcefully than intended. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "What I mean is... I don't feel bad about coming out of the system." There, that was better. I rolled over, practically burying Zeph under my chest.

My mind was racing through memories, each more stupid than the last. My first good recollections were in high school, and even then they were only a few. I saw group home after group home, and more than a few shitty foster parents. I saw violence, and rape, and drugs, oh so many drugs. Zeph's pot habit was nothing compared to me on smack. Even now, a different species and clean from it since the change, I feared one slam and I'd be right back down the hole. That was foster care for me. I knew Zeph could never comprehend all that. His dad literally hired a spy to watch him. Mine didn't even name me.

The worst part was I had no idea how to tell Zeph any of this. I wanted him to know. I wanted to just do what the self help books say and speak my truth or whatever fuckery, but I couldn't. I ended up getting out - after a long pause, "No. I never met them. It was okay." Then, I was silent, and I desperately hoped Zeph would change the subject. Well... that's not quite true. One part of me hoped that, but another part hoped Zeph would force me to be an adult and have a feeling. I wanted to show him I was capable of it.

[suneater]

Zeph could be oblivious, but it didn't take much observational skill for him to realize how intensely uncomfortable his line of questioning had made Drew. Guilt prickled his gut, and he gave the man's hand a fond squeeze. He swallowed, not sure how to move forward from there. He didn't want to push; he had no right to Drew's past, not yet. But he wasn't sure how to escape the subject. It seemed to have its own gravity.

"Sorry," he finally whispered. "I just, well, I want to know more about you. You know, when you're ready."

A faint grin limned his lips. "How about insteeeeaad you tell me... hmm... what your favorite color is?" He twisted a bit, craning his neck so he could look at Drew without breaking their embrace. "I'll ask you a question, then you ask me a question. Truth or truth, basically." His grin grew impish, and he waggled his eyebrows. "We can move on to dares again after I eat."

[Black Philip]

I knew he meant well, and that I needed to do better. He asked about my favorite color, and it made me snort. To be honest it's never something I'd really considered. I mean, I'm sure I got asked in like grade school, but honestly had no idea what it was. How sad to not know your favorite color. I fought the urge to say black. I tightened my grip as I thought, and then answered without further prompting, "orange."

The colors of daylight i missed were the blood orange colors of sunset. It was one of the only things I thought about when I gave up mortality. I felt myself relax at the new line of questioning. This was okay. I could do this. Before asking my own question I decided to address the elephant in the room regarding my upbringing.

"Listen, I'm not much of a sharer," I began. That sounded bad. "But... I want to share with you. I want to tell you stuff. It just might take me some time. I wouldn't want to if you were anyone else. I'll say this, about my upbringing I mean. It sucked growing up that way, but it's made me who I am so I wouldn't change it. We are who we are, right?" I realized that was a question, and decided to see how philosophical Zeph could get. I already knew stuff like his favorite color. It was the benefit of all the spying.

[suneater]

Zeph's nose wrinkled, as if he could smell the slight falsehood. "Orange," he repeated dubiously. He had half a mind to crawl off the bed and start rifling through Drew's closet, but that would have involved effort he wasn't at all interested in expending.

His expression softened when Drew opened up. It was only a little, but it was enough- at least, enough for now. The nymph smiled gently and nodded in reply. "We are," he said simply. The question didn't qualify for the game Zeph had envisioned. He regarded his boyfriend quizzically, his eyebrows hedging up toward his ash-blond hair.

Eventually, he'd coax a question from Drew, and then fire back with one of his own. The game of minor revelations continued until Zeph's food arrived, but by then he was flagging- eyelids drooping, speech growing more and more quiet. He got through only half of his noodles before yawning egregiously and setting the leftovers on the floor beside the bed and curling up against Drew.

"Nap time," he murmured. His eyes were already closed.

[Black Philip]

Zeph looked sleepy well before his food arrived. I'm happy he was awake to eat some of it because I don't have a fridge. I looked at his sleepy face, and considered how much ground had been covered tonight. Being emotionally available is exhausting but as Zeph curled up to sleep I was glad. Sharing that little bit of myself felt like the steam inside me was slowly being let out, and then I realized we'd talked the night away. It was nearer to sunrise than I think either of us realized, but I quickly figured out it was nap time for me too.

I got comfy on the mattress, and even slipped my way under the blanket to be nearer to Zeph. I pulled him into my embrace, and closed my eyes. Zeph was already dead asleep, but I whispered just for me, "night boyfriend."

/end