Tony cupped Augustin’s nape. He drew him in for a kiss, because he couldn’t stay away from those lips. Tony thought he could kiss Augustin forever—as long as they could get off, too. There was the very real risk of him coming just from what they were doing then, and Tony wasn’t so far gone yet that he didn’t believe for one moment that Augustin wouldn’t harass him endlessly for going off like a rocket just from kissing.
So Tony leaned Augustin back. He got the man on his side, and the kissing had to stop, but that was okay because Tony grabbed the lube.
“What—?” Augustin coughed, then licked his swollen lips. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing choppy. “What do you think you’re doing with that?”
The question was asked sharply, so Tony knew what he
wasn’t
going to be doing with it. That was okay. Anal wasn’t a requirement for getting off.
“Just this.” Tony opened the bottle then poured some lube onto his other hand. He spread some over his cock, then over Augustin’s.
“Ohh,” Augustin purred. “That’s— I’m good with that.” He shivered, eyes rolling a bit. The next sound he made was a blend of consonants that made Tony grin. He got a little closer and took both of their cocks in his hands.
Augustin gripped Tony’s shoulder and moaned when Tony began jacking them together. Augustin’s dick rubbed against his in Tony’s two-fisted grip. Tony watched their cockheads disappear and reappear on the upward and downward stroke.
“Ungh,” Augustin said, curling his fingers against Tony’s shoulders. He began to thrust, hard juts of his hips that sent his cock streaking through Tony’s grip.
Tony leaned in for a sloppy kiss while he tightened his hold on them. He was so close, with pleasure bursting in bright jolts that shot out from his groin to every part of his body. Blessed heat, reminiscent of the sunlight he couldn’t ever stand in again, flooded Tony.
He didn’t sob, but it was something close to it as ecstasy streaked up from his balls.
At the same time, Augustin nipped his lip. A second later, Augustin jerked his head aside and moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that sent goosebumps over Tony’s skin. The first hot jet of cum hit Tony’s hand, then he was coming too, his eyes closing despite him trying to keep them open so he could watch Augustin’s expression.
Tony had seen the start of it, the first bloom of release on Augustin’s features. The man was gorgeous when he let himself go, dropped the anger and snark.
Tony saw that image behind his closed eyelids as he came, Augustin panting, giving himself over. It drew Tony’s release out, doubling his pleasure until he couldn’t take any more.
A final thrust, from Augustin, then him, and Tony was ready to open his eyes again. Just before he did so, the bedroom door was opened. Tony knew who was there before Augustin cursed.
“You obnoxious ass—” he began, only to be cut off by Chelsea.
“Aw, lookit you, taming that human pet. Good job, Tony.”
Augustin turned a glare on him that was so fierce, Tony should have been turned to ash. “Taming me? You think I’m your pet?”
“What? You think he’s in
lurve
with you?” Chelsea scoffed. “Need I remind you about your flabby ass?”
Augustin wouldn’t have to stake Chelsea. Tony was going to do it himself.
Chapter Eleven
Forget the sticky mess and his dick flapping in the breeze, Augustin was up and running, underwear hanging off one ankle. “I’ll show you flabby, you—”
Chelsea cackled and floated up to the ceiling, her back pressed to it. “You’re too slow, you—”
“Argh!” Tony shot across the room and tackled Chelsea.
Augustin yelped and covered his head as plaster and God only knew what came raining down on his arms and shoulders. “Shit!”
The sound of the ceiling being smashed through was unlike anything Augustin had heard before. The floor shook beneath his feet and he feared the whole house was going to come down.
“What the
hell
are you two morons doing?” he heard someone roar.
He knew that voice. Clod was hollering and cussing on the floor above… Well, maybe not the floor, since it was still coming down in chunks and all.
“I’ve had it with this asshole!” Tony yelled.
“Aw, fuck you, you whiny bastard,” Chelsea retorted. “I’m gonna break you in half for this!”
Augustin decided that covering his dick up was probably wise before he left the room. He tugged up his underwear then ran out of the door.
And stopped. He hadn’t been locked in?
“Ugh!” He smacked himself on the forehead. “Seriously?” He glanced to the left. Stairs led the way to the next floor, where he could still hear plenty of cursing and grunting going on.
And to the right…
“More rooms?” He turned to the left. Well,
duh,
there were stairs going down, too. Augustin darted over to them and hesitated.
“Aw, come on!” he scoffed. “What am I hesitating for?” He glanced at the stairs heading up, then the ones going down. He was on at least the second floor, he guessed—couldn’t tell by looking out of any windows, because there were none.
Augustin couldn’t believe he was torn between the damned stairs. That was stupid, crazy. He’d been kidnapped by vampires, after all.
Of course
he wanted to escape.
But he should probably try to find some clothes or shoes or— “Stop it!”
Someone upstairs howled in pain. It didn’t sound like Tony. As soon as he realized that, Augustin’s heart started beating again.
And that reaction scared him. He barreled down the stairs. Something was majorly wrong with his head, worrying about Tony, wondering if he should stay. Just because Tony had been trying to seduce him—okay, and had succeeded—didn’t mean Augustin had to keep being an idiot.
Obviously Tony was trying to get Augustin to join the dark side. Why would a guy like Tony be interested in someone like him? “Uh, cuz he’s dead and desperate?” Augustin snarked.
God damn it, his ass
did
kind of flop as he went down the stairs. Augustin reached around to grab a butt cheek. Surely it was still a nice handful, not an excessive blob. He was getting in shape. His belly only jiggled a little as he ran.
Well, he was just depressing the shit out of himself.
“Augustin!” he heard someone shout as he reached the ground floor.
Augustin tripped over his own feet when he saw the coffins. “Jesus Christ, can’t they even be original?” But the coffins freaked him out and kept him running when part of him really wanted to turn around the second time Tony yelled his name.
Augustin unlocked the door then turned the knob. He had to keep trying to escape even if Tony
was
a sexy, intriguing, and
oh my God
well-hung man. “Vampire,” Augustin muttered as he went out of the door. He started to pull it shut behind him but the knob was yanked out of his hand.
“Tony! Sunlight!”
That was Clod hollering, and he was right—Augustin narrowly missed being grabbed. He felt the wind at his back on his bare skin like he’d just barely escaped as the first rays of the morning sun began to streak across the sky.
And he told himself the howl he had heard, the one that he was pretty sure came from Tony, was one of anger for Augustin escaping. It was the only thing that made sense.
There was no way there could be pain in that shout. He had to be imagining it.
Chapter Twelve
It was hot. And he was sweaty. The only time sweat was good was when sex was involved, as far as Augustin was concerned. The sun was going to bake him into a pile of toughened man meat if he was out in it any longer.
Augustin looked back at the huge three-story house. Okay, so he wasn’t that far away from it, and he’d only been outside for five minutes. “Whatever. This sucks!”
He couldn’t see a sign of civilization anywhere. The house didn’t count.
Was that yelling he heard coming from the place?
No, no, it had to be his imagination.
No, it probably wasn’t. There was a fuck-ton of crazed, blood-sucking vampires in that house, and they were infuriated that he’d managed to escape them. Tony was probably almost as mad as Chelsea would be, since he’d tried to seduce Augustin into believing he was actually desirable.
Not that Augustin thought he was ass-ugly, but… Well, he wasn’t anything like the hotness level that Tony was.
“Oh God damn it, he’s
dead
! Get that through your head, moron,” he snarked at himself. “Okay. He was just trying to get you to join the dark side. You’re lucky he didn’t bite you and kill you. Or turn you into one of
them.”
Because that would be horrible, to be this basically immortal creature that lived forever unless someone staked him or shined a ray of sunlight on him.
“Yeah, that’d just totally suck. I mean, sure, I could get hit by a car, have a heart attack or stroke, or get robbed and killed, die in a fire or…” Wow. Okay. He was not doing himself any favors with that argument.
Augustin shifted from foot to foot. Wherever he was, there was sand everywhere. Sand. What the hell kind of vampires lived in a place surrounded by sand?
“It’s a desert,” he realized as some ugly, creepy lizard-thing skittered away a few yards from him. “I’m in a
desert?”
he shrieked. “What the hell!”
He didn’t live anywhere near a desert! Augustin jogged for a minute or two—well it seemed longer. He wasn’t in that good a shape, after all. He’d only just started really sticking to daily exercise hell. He made sure he could still see the house, which was probably stupid, but now that he’d realized he was in a damned desert, he had an irrational fear of that house getting out of his line of sight.
“It’d suck to get lost,” he muttered, snorting as he looked out at sand, sand, and more sand. There wasn’t even a stupid cactus to break up the boring scenery. He turned and glared back at the house. “You fuckers think you’re all so smart. Ha! I’ll show you!”
Now he just had to decide what he’d show them. What? Like how a human body looked, dehydrated and rotting under the hellacious sun?
Would he lose any weight, sweating like he was? Augustin pinched his belly. He could have sworn it was smaller. It
was
sweatier. All of him was entirely too sweaty.
Augustin frowned. Weren’t deserts supposed to be cooler in the mornings and evenings? Or something like that?
Maybe not in the middle of summer, when temps were at their worst.
Or maybe it wasn’t hot, and he was hallucinating because… Augustin couldn’t figure that part out.
Jesus, there was no shade anywhere except for on the porch of the house. Augustin glanced at his stomach again. It was turning pink, wasn’t it? Shit. He was going to get sunburned and that shouldn’t matter because he was going to die anyway, but sunburns were painful and— When did he start creeping back toward the house?
Augustin frowned. He couldn’t survive in the desert. He wouldn’t be allowed to survive in a houseful of vampires. His options were shit.
He blinked when sweat dripped into his eyes. “Ow. Jesus, why does that burn so bad?” You’d think the human body wouldn’t produce something that blinded itself!
Augustin rubbed at his eyes. He took a few more steps in the direction of the house. He tripped over something—
Probably one of those ugly damned lizard things! Oh God, it’s gonna bite me!
His knees hit the sand. “Oh, come on! This is pathetic!” He wasn’t this much of a wuss! Except he saw something moving and he possibly screamed like a two year old being forced to sit on Santa’s lap.
There was something big and black coming at him. His vision was blurry, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t wrong.
The thing was solid black, and it was seriously hauling ass his way.
Augustin shoved to his feet. He put his fisted hands up in front of him. “Bring it, bitch!” He wouldn’t sit and go down without a fight for whatever desert creature came to eat him. “I’ll eat you first, fucker!” Possibly literally, because he was starving. Sex, fear and sweat burned a lot of calories. “I mean it! I’ll— Oomph!”
Okay, everything went weird on him. That thing hadn’t been close then it’d been on him. Augustin wailed and tried to hit and kick to no avail. Black encased him. He screamed and cursed as it tightened around him.
“Cut it out! I swear to God, I ought to leave you out here until sunset, that’d teach you to…”
Augustin’s heart just about stopped. He did quit fighting. “T-Tony?”
“Who do you think?” Tony sniped. “Chelsea? She’s all for slitting your throat for this.”
“That doesn’t encourage me to go back,” Augustin got out. Oddly enough, despite the heat, his teeth began to chatter.
“Like you seriously think you have a choice in the matter?” Tony said. There was so much anger in his voice it should have scorched Augustin alive. “Don’t bother fighting. The netting will just get tighter, and I can’t waste the time out here trying to convince you to come back. Even with all these layers of clothes, the sun will kill me if I don’t hurry up and get out of it. So shut up and don’t talk to me.”
Augustin thought he did very well not to point out the repetitiveness of Tony’s demand. A second later he was whisked away—and he was glad he couldn’t see anything because it felt like he was being carried in the air, like Tony was flying with him, and Augustin really hated flying. A lot.
He was aware of that floating sensation ending, of Tony’s footsteps on flooring, the opening then closing of a door.
“You found him.” That was Clod.
“Like he was gonna go far in the shape he’s in. That’d be bad shape, in case you missed it.”
“Chelsea, shut up,” Tony snapped.
Well, he was nicer than Augustin would have been.
“Is he dead now?” Chelsea asked “Cuz I can’t believe he’d be quiet otherwise.”
“He’s not dead. Now fuck off.”
Augustin was actually proud of Tony for that one. Maybe it wasn’t particularly creative, but still. It was the thought that counted.
Augustin was jostled as Tony took him upstairs. He was also impressed with himself. It was quite possibly the longest he’d ever been quiet around annoying people.