My Vampire Lover (8 page)

His eyes bored into mine, their blue-black intensity chilling me to the bone.
Maybe that's what he wants,
I thought.
Maybe I've blown it with him. Maybe he wants me gone.

I sighed with relief as he slowly lowered his hand. I held on to it, just in case he changed his mind and zapped me. I turned his palm to my lips and kissed it tenderly.

 

"Ron," he whispered, "you must listen to me."

"I will. I do," I whispered back, my hand on the back of his head, pulling him close. I kissed his lips, his face, his neck. I think I was trying to eat him up. I lifted him onto the counter top, flung open his robe and buried my face in his crotch, licking up and down the length of his hardening cock. I heard him gasp as his hands caressed my face.

"Ron," he panted. "I cannot think when you do this."
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I released his cock and smiled up at him. "That's the idea, Jean-Claude. I don't want you to think. I want you to mindlessly enjoy my taking advantage of you. I want you to let me lick you all over." I ran my tongue up over the ridges of his abdomen until I found his left nipple. I enclosed it with my lips, scouring the nub with the tip of my tongue, feeling it harden in my mouth.

His arms encircled my neck, his legs wrapped around my waist. He slid off the counter top, clinging to me, his lips on mine, my hands on his bare butt, supporting him as I carried him into the bedroom. I laid him on his back and continued with the licking I'd promised him. I burrowed between his thighs, hooking his legs over my shoulders, my tongue probing the opening to his most sensitive place. I inhaled his muskiness, tasted his sweetness, savoured the texture of the puckered skin, my tongue slurping its way into his core. He writhed beneath me, his moans like music to my ears, filling me with the desire to bring him sensations he had perhaps never yet experienced. My hands caressed his thighs, his slim hips, his firmly muscled torso. His body arched in ecstasy under my tongue's onslaught, letting me push further inside.

I grasped his rock hard erection, pumping it slowly, loving the gasps of pleasure escaping his lips. I let my tongue glide over his balls, up the underside of his cock, taking the slick, moist head into my mouth and devouring him completely.

 

He drew me up into his arms, kissing me with a hungry passion. His legs encircled my waist as I guided my eager cock into his warm depths. I felt his hands on my ass, separating the cheeks, probing my open hole with a 74

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moistened finger and causing my entire body to spasm uncontrollably as he massaged my prostate. My orgasm built inside me, but I fought to control it. I wanted this sensation to last, to feel myself bonded to him for more than just a few minutes' pleasure. His lips on mine was the greatest experience of my entire life. The sweet fire they created in me increased my need to satisfy him completely. Nothing seemed more important to me than to bring him the ultimate pleasure.

The slow, sensuous rhythm we had created now quickened as the intensity of our need for one another urged us to even greater heights of desire and passion.

 

"Jean-Claude," I breathed into his ear. "I love you, Jean-Claude, I love you. Whatever it takes for me to stay by your side, please make it so."

His arms tightened around me. His lips stilled mine with a long, intoxicating kiss, and his hard cock, pressed between our writhing bodies, suddenly spewed out streams of hot semen, coating our torsos with his creamy load. I groaned as my own orgasm took control of me, my body bucked in the furious throes of ecstasy as I came inside him with such force, I almost blacked out.

We lay in each other's arms for a long time, his head on my chest, allowing our breathing to return to normal. When I found I could speak again, I raised his face to mine.

 

"What I said earlier, Jean-Claude. I wasn't just babbling in the throes of passion. I really mean it. Wherever you are going in life, please take me with you."

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"Do you know what that means?" he asked, gently stroking my hair.
I nodded. "Yes, but it's what I want."
"Then, you must drink from me," he said. "My blood will imbue you with greater strength and a longer life."
"I'll become like you?"

"No. Before we take that extreme step, I want you to know all of the consequences. For now, be content in the sharing of our blood." He put his lips on my neck. "This will hurt just a little."

I held him as he bit down, drawing my blood into his mouth. The pain was eclipsed by the sensual rush that coursed through me, and I pulled his naked body even closer against mine as he fed. A feeling of rapture overcame me, and I fell back, Jean-Claude on top of me, his tongue sealing the wound on my neck.

"Now," he said. "Drink from me, Ron. Take this gift of life I give with all my love."

Covering his mouth so I couldn't see his fangs, he bit deeply into his wrist until the blood flowed, then with a smile, he held his wrist to my lips. My tongue flicked tentatively at the blood. It tasted nice, I thought with surprise. I don't know what I had expected. The only blood I'd ever tasted before had been my own when I sucked on a paper cut or something.

He pressed his wrist against my lips.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "You must drink."
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tongue. It was rich and sweet, and it warmed me inside as it flowed down my throat. I could almost feel it being absorbed into my tissues, burning its way into my being, changing me, and bringing me immortality.

"Enough now," he murmured, gently pulling away from me.
"Thank you," I gasped.

He took my face between his hands and kissed me. "Look at me, Ron," he whispered. "Look into my eyes, into my soul, and see it filled with love for you."

 

"Oh, Jean-Claude." His sweet words had brought me to tears. "I love you, too," I murmured, choking on a sob. I laid my head on his chest and made a silent vow—no one was going to take this man from me—no one!

 

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Chapter Five
By the time I awoke, back in my apartment, the following morning, I had thought of several different plans of action, but the one that appealed the most was total confrontation with Delano. I wanted to get in his face and tell him to back off—or else!

Now that I knew his son was gay, I figured I could somehow find a way to get through Delano's protective strongmen. It didn't take me long to find out that Delano preached his litany of intolerance at the Church of Abiding Truth in Pasadena, and it being Sunday morning, what better way to spend my time than listening to a fire and brimstone sermon aimed at ridding the world of all gayness? I knew what I planned would royally piss off JeanClaude, but what he didn't know wasn't going to kill him, right?

Dressing down seemed like a good idea, so I fished out a white shirt, grey tie and black slacks from my closet, and appropriately attired for church going, I hopped in my trusty Honda Civic and headed for Pasadena.

 

Delano's church was a splendid sight. Tall spires and faux marble arches caught my eye as I drove into the crowded parking lot. Greeters at the doors murmured blessings as I passed into the cavernous interior decorated in early-ugly—

tons of gold leaf and red velvet—but supplied with really comfortable cushioned pews.
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chatting amiably amongst themselves, made me wonder why on earth they would want to listen to the hateful ranting of a madman. One or two even smiled across at me—if they only knew!

I spotted Jerry Junior as he and his old man appeared from behind a red velvet curtain. He looked like a younger version of his dear old dad, with the same great head of hair, only his was blond and highlighted, while his dad's was a startling white. Father and son approached the golden altar, made obeisance in front of the golden cross, then Junior sat on a golden chair while Senior turned to face his adoring fans.

"Praise Jesus!" he exclaimed, holding his hands to the heavens.

"Praise Jesus!" the congregation clamoured and we were off. My eyes remained riveted on young Jerry as his father rambled on about sinners and salvation. He kept a small smile plastered on his cute face most of the time, but once in a while, he would frown as though he remembered something—

something unpleasant. At one point, we made eye contact, and I smiled ... shyly, then looked away as though embarrassed. When I looked his way again, he was staring at me. I dropped my gaze from his, then looked up again quickly. He smiled. I smiled. And that was that.

Delano's sermon finally finished with him shouting to Jesus to save all sinners—and punish all sodomites. In Delano's world, there was no forgiveness for the likes of me. An organ crescendo that shook the foundations of the building accentuated his ranting. Totally over the top, but the crowd lapped it up, throwing heaps of money into the red velvet 79

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bags that were passed around. I dropped in one cent—
Canadian.

Delano and son stood by the open doors as we filed out into the brilliant Californian sunshine. I'm sure everyone was relieved to see the world had not ended, despite Delano's dire predictions of God's punishment on us all for allowing homosexuals to run free among ordinary, decent folk. Avoiding the white-haired bigot, I held out my hand to the youngster, who took it in both of his and ran his middle finger across my palm. He gave me a smile, and whispered, "Ten minutes ... wait for me ... side entrance."

 

That was easy, I thought, easing myself round the corner—no sign of any strong-arm men, but I supposed the Reverend didn't need them while he was surrounded by his faithful followers. Exactly ten minutes later, the side door opened, and Jerry beckoned me inside. "Hi," he said, breathing heavily. He pulled me into his arms and delivered a scorcher of a kiss to my mouth, which was slightly open in surprise. I hadn't expected him to come on this strong. His tongue was inside my mouth and halfway down my throat in a flash.

"Take it easy," I hissed, pulling back from his embrace.
"We have to be quick," he said hoarsely. "My father will notice I've gone and send one of his bozos looking for me."
So, they were around after all.
He started kissing me again, one hand tearing at my fly, while the other grabbed my hand, pressing it to his hard dick.
"Wait," I muttered. "I don't want it like this. Can't I see you later somewhere?"
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"They don't let me out of their sight for long enough." His eyes pleaded with me. "Please, let me just suck you off."
I was beginning to feel sorry for the poor son-of-a-bitch.

What a life—followed everywhere by spies, never being allowed to have time with friends. He sank to his knees in front of me, and I froze as I heard a door open behind us.

 

"Jerry! What the fuck d'you think you're doing?" A tall, dark haired man glared at us across the room. "You!" He pointed a finger at me. "Get the fuck away from him!"

 

Jerry seemed rooted to the spot, so I bent to help him to his feet. He threw his arms around me. "Please! Help me get out of here, please," he sobbed. "My father will kill me when he hears about this."

 

"Jerry!" The tall man strode towards us. He looked vaguely familiar.

 

"Back off," I told him. He made a grab for Jerry, and I punched his arm away. I'm no hero, but I'm in good shape, and I wasn't going to let him hurt the kid.

The guy looked at me with surprise.
"Leave him alone," I said, putting a protective arm around Jerry's shoulders.

"Fuckin' perverts," the man muttered, trying to push me out of the way. I swung at him, and he was so intent on grabbing Jerry that he didn't see the punch coming. My fist connected with his jaw—hard. He grunted in pain and staggered back. I flung the door open, grabbed Jerry's hand and dragged him outside.

"Let's go," I yelled. He gripped my hand and fell into a fast run alongside me. "My car's over there." I heard shouting 81
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behind us and turning for a look. Delano, his face beet-red under that white hair, and two or three men pounded after us. "Get in. Quick." We threw ourselves into the car, and I burned rubber, heading for the church gates.

"Where are we going?" Jerry asked me, his face white with fear.
"My place, if we've managed to shake 'em."
"Oh God, what have I done?" he moaned. "He'll kill me for sure, this time."
"He'll be pissed, is all," I said. "He'll get over it, eventually.
You can call him from my apartment, and—"
"You don't understand," he cried, his eyes full of tears. "He beat me up the last time I did this." He pulled his shirt out of his pants. "Look." I glanced at his tan torso and gasped. His skin was a mess of welts and bruises.
"Jesus," I muttered. "Your father did that?"
"Yes, and he said next time, would be my end."

"Oh, come on, he didn't mean it." But knowing what Delano was capable of, I was no longer sure of what I'd just said. The man was insane. What he'd tried to have his thugs do to Jean-Claude was evidence enough. Now, finding that he would deliberately beat the shit out of his only son and threaten him with death just because he was gay told me the man had to be stopped.

"I'm calling the cops," I said, peering into my rear view mirror. Didn't look like anyone was following us. "I have a friend with the LAPD. He'll help us." "The cops? But my dad will kill me."
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"No, he won't, Jerry," I snapped. "He won't get another chance to touch you, if you let my friend help us."

 

He was silent as we pulled up outside my apartment. I could tell he was terrified at this turn of events. He was probably wondering how the chance of a quickie had suddenly turned into a fight for his life.

"My name's Ron, by the way."
Luckily, Barney was at his desk when I called. "Can you come right over to my apartment?" I asked.
He sniggered. "You hot for me again?"
"No ... I mean, I could be ... but there's someone I want you to help. His life is being threatened..."
"This the same guy you called about the other day?"
"No. Someone else."
"Jeez, Ron. How many more people do you know who're getting threatened every day?"
"Just come over, will you? Please?"
A heavy sigh was followed by, "Oh, okay. See ya in a few."