I snaked my fingers into his hair at the back of his head and pulled him down to me. I kissed him hard, just how he liked it, with more enthusiasm than I had ever showed my rapist before. I teased his lips open and ran my tongue along his teeth. His fangs descended, and I purposely nicked my tongue on one of them. Blood flooded my mouth, and suddenly the kissing stopped. My world shifted as he spun us on the bed. I was now on top of him, and he was sucking on my bloodied tongue like it was an extra-thick milkshake. The entire organ was being pulled into his mouth; I could feel it straining at the root. I felt my eyes bug out, and I tried to push back, to make our faces lose contact, but his arms came around me and crushed me back to his chest. My brain was racing, trying to think up a way to save my tongue. Eventually, I worked an arm free, reached up, and tapped him twice between the eyes. It worked. I got his attention. He blinked and let me go.
It’s attached!
I pushed a finger in past my pursed lips and ran the tip along my tongue to check the damage. I was still bleeding freely, and my mouth was filling up with blood and spit, spilling out as I removed my probing digit.
“
Let me.” Marcus sat up, and taking my head between his hands, he began savouring my drool. Once the excess was clear, his tongue ran along my lips, pushing back in to my mouth, and flicking at the little cut.
I reacted hard. My body may have taken a liking to his, but this was still just so wrong. Not the sex, it was the blood. Maybe at the beginning, I hadn’t gotten anything but agony out of his possession, but he always made sure that I came, either by his hand or in his mouth. Deny it as much as I wanted, my body craved his when he wasn’t with me. But the blood play that he liked…it scared me. His eyes glowed with a frightening red color whenever he got the scent of my life’s fluid—just like now, and I hated it.
The seeping blood in my mouth had finally slowed to a trickle, thanks to his ministrations, leaving behind the rusty, coppery, metallic taste that I’d gotten used to.
“
I will suck you now.”
There was no damn way that I was going to let those extended sharp teeth of his anywhere near my cock. I grabbed his hair and jerked his face back, away from my nether regions. The reddened glow faded, and sane brown eyes looked up at me. I shook my head and tried to blank my thoughts to block him out. His brow furrowed, until I raised myself up on my knees and unbuttoned those awfully tight leather pants. I hoped he wasn’t serious about keeping me in them; they were too damn hot and heavy.
Marcus reached out and caressed my ass through the material. He liked them too much. He was already semi-hard when I kicked the pants free from my legs. I had learned real fast in the beginning of this madness that sucking the vampire off didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as his jumping me while I was unprepared. I opted for giving him a blowjob as much as I could, and I must have gotten good at it because for the most part, when I took him in my mouth, he stayed there until he came.
Sucking you off has saved my sorry ass many a night.
“
But not tonight, my devious Sex. I never suspected that of you.” He wrapped a fist in my hair and dragged me up to his face. “See why I am so fascinated with you? I’m going to love you now, the way you should have been loved from the very beginning. Are you ready, Little One?”
As an answer, I pushed against his chest and sat up. This was his reward, and I couldn’t believe I was doing it. But I was. I edged back and lifted my hips, while my left hand reached behind me and took a hold of him, my fingers positioning him at my portal. I watched his eyes change from questioning as I moved back to igniting to that horrible flaming red as the tip of his cock slipped into me. Tingling shot down my spine as I was breached, but this was not an unfamiliar sensation, it was just the first time that I had started it. I slid myself down his entire length and sat there, breaking out in a cold sweat.
What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?
I burst into tears—not just simple crying but chest-heaving sobs. I’d started this, so I had to see it through. I lifted up until just an inch of him remained in me, and then I thrust back down, hitting my prostate in the process. I must have been a quite a sight, crying the tears of a little, lost boy, interspersed with the heady grunts of manly pleasure, as I bounced up and down on him.
Marcus finally took pity on me and took over. His hands held me firmly, and his hips rammed into me hard, rushing him to completion. He gasped as he finished and crushed me to his chest. Tears were still streaming down my face, but at least the body-shuddering sobs had stopped.
“
You have given me a gift that I could never hope to match in return. I took your body a year ago…tonight you gave me your virginity, even though you’re really confused right now.”
Virginity, what do you mean? I wasn’t a virgin when you kidnapped me. I’d just never had gay sex before you.
“
You initiated sex, my Little One. You have never done that before. I do not care if you think it was payback for your family, I will take it as it was intended, as a gift given freely. Which makes it a virgin gift from you.”
I was bad at it.
“
It was beautiful to behold. Your tears are breathtaking in their simplicity and purity. But you did not come.” He reached down and tapped my traitorous cock. I shivered at his touch, but knocked his hand away from me.
No, just get on with it. I’m so fucked in the head right now, I can’t even think straight. Just bite me.
I think he was a little annoyed. He must have planned a whole world of sensual torment for me before killing me, and how it was all for naught. The situation had changed, and I was doing an unexpected payback, a thank-you for saving my family.
By the way, thanks for the cake. I haven’t had sweets since you brought me down here. I really missed them.
That must have mollified him. He sat up more, forcing me back onto his lap. He took my knees and pressed them to his sides until I finally got the hint and locked my ankles behind him. Then, gently, he ran his thumb over my lower lip.
“
This will be a blood exchange. I drink from you. You drink from me. The first time will make you sick; try not to throw up on me. I have seen it take as little as three exchanges, all the way up to twenty.” I turned my head to expose my neck. “I am truly sorry, Little One. It has faded, but my bite is still visible. I fear that, after this, you will always be scarred.”
It was worth it, my one last kick at independence. I thought I was ready but then…fucking hell. He bit deeper than he ever had before. It felt like a siphon was attached to my neck. He drank and drank. I could hear his gulps and slurps, and it was me that he was drinking. Shouldn’t he be stopping now…it’s getting dark!
Stop now. Stop!
And then there was nothing.
S
ix
Making Sex
A sharp sting, followed by a throbbing in my face, brought me back to the land of the living…or sort of living.
“
You need to drink now, Sex. Wake up!”
There was that sting again, only this time on the opposite side of my face. Wait a minute; I was getting bitch-slapped?
Stop it, you fucking vampire.
I reached up and tried to pull away the hand that was striking me.
“
You need to drink now.”
I opened my eyes in time to see Marcus slit open one of his wrists with his fangs. His blood poured from the wound, trailing down his arm as he lifted it to my face. I could feel droplets falling onto my chest and running in rivulets down to our thighs. I turned my head away tiredly, and he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back round, setting his bleeding wrist upon my lips. What the hell was he doing? I clamped my mouth shut tight.
I’m not doing that.
His fingers let go of the grip they’d had in my hair, and my head slumped forward slightly. I couldn’t have righted myself if I’d wanted to. For one crazy moment, I thought he was going to leave me alone, but then I found out where his free hand had gone to as he wrapped his fingers around my balls and twisted cruelly.
My lips opened in a scream, and he jammed his bloody wrist into my mouth. A hot rush of blood flooded in, and I gagged and tried to pull away. Now that my mouth was open, he let my balls go and moved his hand up to my face, where the bastard held my nose closed. I had no choice but to swallow. Once I had done so, he let go of my nose but only until my mouth was filled with blood again.
“
Swallow, or I will make you.”
I swallowed and gagged, but kept it down.
“
One more, then we are done for now.”
I took his last offering and then doubled over as a stomach-wrenching cramp took hold of me. Cold sweat broke out all over my body. I started shivering, even as sweat poured down my face, down my neck, and down my body to drip on the bed. I let out a piercing scream as my stomach twisted itself into a tight knot.
“
The change is starting…it will be slower than what a sex drone would go through, but you will still be essentially you at the end of it.” Marcus gathered me close to his chest and held me as my body was wracked with chills. This was just as bad as that food poisoning occasion…oh God, no, maybe it was worse. I gritted my teeth and let out a low groan.
Lay down…I need to lay down.
I pushed weakly at his chest, and he let me go. I flopped on my back, untangled my legs from him, and curled into a ball. It can’t get worse than this I thought, as I felt the bed began shaking its way across the floor. Great, now I’m going fucking nuts too. I would have laughed, but another spasm ripped through my intestines, and the bed moved again, proving that I was not really crazy, just in a great deal of pain.
A new voice broke through my haze of agony.
“
Marcus, I heard you were called out by the High Council for keeping a human for a year. Ah, and here is that human. So, you are keeping him?”
My addled brain finally registered something. The bed that I was currently curled up on
was
the doorway into and out of here. No wonder it had just moved, someone had just come through it.
“
Glad you could come to the Birthing, Claudius. This is Sigmund.”
Edward,
I managed to insert, before my stomach roiled again and caused another burst of horrendous pain in my gut.
“
Oh, I can see why you find this human so special. You have had him for a year, and he is still defiant. Wait, is he the one who stabbed you? That is why this place is so austere now. I used to enjoy coming here for chats, but it is so cold in these rooms now.”
“
Once Sigmund is completely changed, I will redecorate.”
Edward.
“
Your name is whatever I decide it to be, Siggy.”
Oh God, if you’re going to start calling me that, I’d rather answer to Sex.
I panted and rubbed my forehead in the sheets. My stomach was burning, and I couldn’t curl in any tighter.
“
Sex it is. Besides, you cannot use your human name anymore. You are dead, and to protect your family, the knowledge that you are a vampire has to remain unknown, for now. Has the cramping stopped?”
Yes.
The pain had lessened somewhat, but I wasn’t going to chance it coming back by uncurling from my fetal position.
“
Claudius, would you be so helpful? Can you prop him up? The first transfusion was difficult. He should have gotten some strength from it, though, and may prove to be more of a handful than he usually is.”
I don’t know how long I rolled on the bed, cradling my midsection, but it wasn’t anywhere near long enough to make the sharp stabbing pains dissipate, and I gave a startled yelp when I was dragged upright and felt naked flesh pressing up against my back. I opened my eyes and stared at this new vampire, Claudius, as he grabbed my upper arms and pulled them back to his chest.