Evil Is a Man

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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JANUARY 20th

"Jake, sweetie, time to wake up."

Everything was just as it had been when I had gone to bed, only pale grey light was coming in from the windows, another cloudy day.

Parker's body was still on top of mine, his dick was still right in my crack, still rock hard. I realized that he must have been that hard all night long, which astounded me. I would have been overjoyed if it hadn't been for thoughts of Annie in my head. I would not, not, not cross the line into cheating, I promised myself. No matter how perfect Parker was for me.

"She's in the shower," he whispered. "We have to go, now."

"Yes, I'm ready," I said.

Parker grabbed my body and carefully rolled us off the side of the bed, onto our feet. I walked towards the guest room door, and Parker cautiously opened it. Once we were in the main room of the apartment, I could hear her in the shower myself through her closed bedroom door.

I walked us to the front door, and leaned in close to it so Parker could hear if there was any danger. Once he felt secure, he opened the door very slowly, keeping the bells from making as much noise as possible.

I led us through the door, and Parker shut the door behind us. The hallway was empty.

Soon, we were safely back in Parker's room. "Parker, did you really have to stay awake the whole night?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said as he turned us visible again. "And that bed has never looked more inviting to me, let me assure you. If my mind and body hadn't been utterly captivated by holding you, it would have been torture. Instead, it was delightful."

"I'm so sorry you had to do that," I said. "Let me just remove this duct tape, and then sleep is yours for the taking."

I moved my/our right hand(s) over to the tape holding our left wrists together, and grabbed the edge of the tape in my fingers.

"Careful, Jake. Slowly. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Nonsense, they say it's better to do it fast. Here it goes."

I yanked at the tape, and I felt all of my forearm hair rip out of my skin with a surprising amount of pain. I let out a little shocked scream.

"Oh no, my sweet thing, are you alright?" Parker asked.

"Okay, `they' are officially insane," I said, looking down at our wrists; I hadn't even managed to get them detached. "Maybe the tape wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had." I took a breath. "Luckily I'm good with pain, and you've got yours supernaturally suppressed. I can do this."

"Here, I have a better idea." He pushed me towards the bathtub, and turned on the hot water. "If we soak the tape first, it'll come off with a lot less anguish."

We carefully stepped into the tub, with Parker's artificial leg on and all. Parker lowered the two of us into a sitting position, with me on top of him, and I guiltily felt his hard rod in my crack again. As the water filled up the tub, Parker slid us down into a lying position.

"Hmm," Parker said. "I'm getting soaked like this, but the water is barely touching you. Is there any way we can flip over?"

"Sure, let's give it a try."

We spun around carefully in the tub until I was lying face down with just my head above water, and Parker was on top, just pieces of him in the water. "I don't know about you, but I could fall asleep like this," Parker said as we waiting for the tape to soak.

It was very, very soothing, to be in a bath with Parker. But after about ten minutes, I reminded myself that he was a married man, and said, "I'm going to start pulling these off." I moved our right hands back to our left wrists.

I grabbed the end of the tape and pulled. "Ouch!" I said.

"Oh no, you're hurt, aren't you?"

"It hurt, but much less so than before. The water trick worked."

I finished pulling off that piece of tape, separating our left wrists. I then used my freed left hand to unwrap our right wrists. Then I had to stretch all crazy in order to reach my left hand to our right upper arms, and pulled that strip off, which was slightly less painful because I didn't have much hair there.

"I can't reach any of the others easily, can you get them?"

"Hmm. I really don't like the idea of causing you pain."

"But they have to come off, Parker. We can't be attached to each other for the rest of our lives."

He laughed. "I'm not so convinced that would be such a bad fate."

"Parker."

"No, I'm sorry, I meant us being attached to each other for the rest of our lives, NOT the part about the particularly demeaning way this position forces me to touch you in. That part I would never wish on you, ever."

"The tape?"

"Oh, alright, I'll do it." Since our right arms were no longer attached, he was able to lean back and move his right hand in between our upper bodies, over to our left upper arms. He grabbed the tape in his hands. "Okay, get ready. I wish I didn't have to do this."

"Do it!"

He ripped the tape off our left upper arm as I let out a painful grunt, separating us completely from the waist up. "Oh, I know how badly that hurt!" He leaned down and kissed my left upper arm tenderly. "I wish I could take the pain for you. It's agony to watch this hurt you when I feel almost no pain at all from it."

"You did it perfectly," I said. "Ready for the next one?"

His fingers moved to the tape around our waists, and pulled the tape clean off slowly and carefully. Parker was finally able to sit up away from my body, pulling his dick back from my butt. "Okay, let me get our legs."

I felt his hands on our left ankles, pulling back the tape. "Go for it."

He pulled the tape away, and that would hurt particularly bad due to the hair I had there, but I tried not to let Parker know. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Yes," I said. "Go for the next one."

He moved his hands to our right ankles and repeated the process. Then he moved his hands to our left upper thighs, starting to pull that tape off.

"Ouch," I said when he pulled the last piece of tape I had on me, this one from the back of my right upper thigh.

"Oooo, so, so sorry," he said. "Did I do that one too fast?" He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the back of my thigh.

"No, it was fine," I said. "Thanks."

While he toweled off, I got his soap and shampoo and did a proper bath, scrubbing off all the last remnants of the tape residue. When I left the room, Parker was already in his PJs in bed, looking absolutely adorable as he slept. It struck me that even through the entire bath, he had been behind me, and I still hadn't ever seen his penis, though I certainly felt it (and then some).

As I walked from Parker's room to Syd's, with a slight stop in the mess hall to pick up breakfast, I had a whole lot to think about. I came to the conclusion that I couldn't stay in Parker's room anymore. Until the night before, I had been under the impression that Parker was straight and would not be attracted to me. I may have been attracted to him, and may have enjoyed any incidental touching we might have done under the clear lines of close friends learning the odd particulars of his power, or of being physically comforted over mutually traumatic events, but I always thought no matter how much I fell for Parker, the attraction would never be reciprocated. Since that assumption had been proven wrong, I suddenly became a dangerous temptation to his fidelity, and that's not something I ever wanted to be.

If the temptation went one way, if I was the only one who had feelings for him, I knew I had the willpower to keep my own temptation under control. When he was clearly desiring me as well, it not only made my own temptation double, it created a situation where I would have to rely on Parker not giving into his own desires. I was certain he was a genuine, faithful man who would never betray his promises. But why cause him the anguish of being a constant source of temptation for him?

If need be, I would sleep on Syd's floor again, because suffering from an uncomfortable night was a far less serious matter than breaking up a marriage, no matter how unimpressed I was by Annie's lack of compassion for her husband's disability.

When I entered Syd's apartment, he looked about the same as when I had left the night before: asleep, his breathing sounding thick and asthmatic, and his body still clearly suffering from a high fever. But in order to see him at all, I had to pull back thick covers that he had completely entombed himself in. He was so hot, I pulled them off him completely.

He had eaten his dinner, so I took the dishes away, got him some fresh water, and set his breakfast on his bedside table.

"Jakey, you better be here to help me to the pisser again," he said as he woke up. "I'm so filled up with piss, I could burst."

"Alright, I'll help you. How do you feel this morning?"

"Same. Shitty as ever."

"Well, your aunt is coming up today to help take care of you."

I knew if I were in his shoes, that last thing I would want was for my busy aunt to uproot her life in order to take care of me, but all he said was, "About fucking time." He pointed at the bathtub. "Better fill that up again, `cause I'm gonna need my morning bath too."

I turned the water on, and then went to his bedside. "Let's get you up," I said, not liking the idea of touching his germ-infested naked body, but knowing I had to.

I helped him sit up with his feet off the bed. "Whoa, I feel all sorts of dizzy," he said, shutting his eyes. "Okay, let's take this slow."

He put an arm around my neck, and I put my arm round his back, pulling him up to his feet. But unlike before, when he had been able to stand up just fine on his own with just a little support from me, this time he wilted immediately, falling back onto his bed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm too weak to stand, Jakey," he said.

"Do you want me to have them bring in a wheelchair?" I suggested.

"No, I don't want a fuckin' wheelchair. I'll leave the cripple devices to my brother."

"There's nothing wrong with having a wheelchair, Syd. And if Parker heard you talking about him like that, he'd be crushed."

"Ya know what would really help me feel better, Jakey? If you left your little boy-scout judgments at the door. Now, get me something to piss in."

"Oh goodness, are you serious?"

"What? You did that before, ain't ya?"

I sighed, knowing the last time I had been forced to do that for him, I cared for him a great deal. Things had changed. "Alright."

I wasn't going to make the same mistake of getting a beer bottle to hold the urine in, as I knew his dickhead was too large to fit through the rim. I found some empty water glasses that were pretty large, and brought one of them to his bedside.

"Okay, you hold the glass while I aim," he said.

He stuck his large penis-head into the glass and started to urinate. Yellow piss quickly started filling up the glass.

"Wait, this one is full, stop and let me switch it out."

"I can't stop, Jakey! Just get the glass and let's do it!"

I grabbed the second glass, and when the first one was in danger of overflowing, I pulled it away and replaced it with the second glass. Of course, in the process, I got piss all over my hands, and I cursed him for it.

"Oh, don't pretend that somewhere in the back of yer head you don't kind of like that, you pervert."

"I don't have to pretend, because never has something been so far from the truth, Syd."

After he had finished and shook himself off, I carried both glasses over to the toilet, flushed down the urine, washed my hands and the glasses over and over, and even then put the glasses outside for the maid staff to pick up.

"You might as well turn off the bath water, I'm not gonna be able to walk over there."

"Alright."

"But I need to be cleaned, Jakey, especially with my aunt coming. I'll need ya to give me a sponge bath."

"Eew, that's sick," I said. "I hope you're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking, Jakey? I'm dead serious. You gotta get me clean. Can't be stinkin' up the joint with Della here."

"You never really stink up the place, Syd. Your feet don't smell, you aren't capable of morning breath. You male vampires are really very lucky."

"Can ya smell me?"

I sniffed. "Well, yeah."

"What do I smell like?"

"You smell sweaty, but not in a bad, overwhelming way."

"What kind of sweat?"

"I don't know. Armpit sweat. It's strong, but not rank"

"And what other kind of sweat?"

"There's a sort of, I don't know, manly scent to you."

"It's called dick sweat, Jakey," he said. "You can smell my big horse cock, that's what that is."

""Like I said, it doesn't smell dirty or rank or sour. It just smells, well, natural. Manly."

"Uh, still, I don't really want my Aunt Della to walk in here, smelling my dick. Jesus, Jakey, yer supposed to be the anal, hyper clean one. Hell, I can't even tell ya how many times I walked on you fingering yer hole and beating off while you were staring at Mr. Clean's picture or the guy on the Brawny paper towels."

"Ew, that is such a lie."

"So you should be able to appreciate my need for getting clean. Fuck, you would never let yerself get all smelly if it was you in this bed."

"Alright, I understand," I said. "But if you're too weak right now, perhaps you'll feel better once you eat your breakfast."

"We'll see," he said, grabbing his breakfast from the nightstand and setting it on his chest in bed. He started to eat lying totally lying down.

"Let me at least prop your head up with a pillow, Syd," I said. "It's not safe to eat like that."

"If I choke, then maybe you'll get to give me the Heineken."

"The Heimlich!"

"Whatever you call it, I'm pretty sure your Boy Scout troop will give you a mighty large badge for that one." He defiantly stuffed his food in his mouth lying down.

I took the time to eat my own breakfast. As soon as we were both finished, Syd said, "Nope, still not feeling tops on the energy. Looks like you'll have to give me that sponge bath."

"Alright, fine," I said.

I got a bucket, filled it with warm water, and brought over a bar of soap and a washcloth. Syd was lying on his front, so I started with his the back of his head and neck. I wasn't about to shampoo him in bed, so he'd have to make do with just soap on his hair. I scrubbed over the muscles of his back, and did the same for his butt muscles.

"Jakey, get my balls while yer back there."

I rolled my eyes, but washed over his balls carefully.

I moved the washcloth over his thick, knotted thighs, and then his strong calves. I washed his big feet as well. "Turn over."

He flipped onto his back, and put his hands behind his head. I washed his face, and then his hands. I washed down his left forearm and then his big bis. I scrubbed out his right pit over and over again, knowing I was eliminating any smell he had. I did the same to his left arm and pit.

I washed his chest, getting all of the vaporub off of him. After going over his abs, I started really washing out his pubes real well, knowing that would be one of the largest sources of his smells. I then washed up his penis real well as well, and finally got the front of his thighs.

I washed my hands really well when I was done.

"What did you do with my blankets?" he asked, upset.

"I pulled them down. You're too feverish for those now."

"I know you look for any excuse you can get to look at my studly, naked horse cock, Jakey, but I really need my covers."

"Nope," I said. "I know you feel cold, but those are just the chills from your fever. You absolutely cannot get any warmer, or I'll be forced to get a wheelchair and roll you into an ice-cold bath."

"That ain't happening," he said. Then he reached down, found his covers at the foot of the bed, and totally wrapped himself inside like a mummy.

"You're going to kill yourself that way," I said. "Last time you were sick, you almost died from a high fever, and you were so passed out, I had to carry you to the shower myself. You will not do that to me again."

I ripped the drenched covers all off his bed completely. Then I opened the front door and tossed them outside.

"You little bastard!" he said. "I'll just go get `em again."

"You can't even get out of bed, Syd. When you're well enough again to get those by yourself, I will let you have them."

"Jakey, I'm thirsty again. I need blood. How `bout you jump in bed with me and I'll give ya another roll in the hay? We had so much fun yesterday."

"No chance, Syd," I said. "You've got a whole week before your next time with me."

"Well, you'd better find me some blood, then."

"I'll get you blood packets from downstairs."

"Woo-wee, you know how much I love those blood packets."

"I don't know what's so bad about those, Syd."

"What's so bad about them? Jakey, ya know I always fuck whoever I feed off of. When I'm feeding off the blood packets, I just can't seem to find where my dick goes in."

"My understanding is that quarantined vampires are always limited to blood packets so as not to risk unneeded exposure. Since you get sick a lot, you must be used to dealing with the packets by now. So, either deal with it now, or you can just deal with starving and exploding, or whatever it is that happens to you people when you don't feed."

"Fine, I'll choose the packets. I wouldn't want to go all explode-y on you, mess up your favorite boring polo shirt."

"I'll be back soon."

As soon as I walked into the kitchen, the Kitchen Fascist grabbed his notepad disdainfully while his large sidekick quickly moved to block the refrigerator door, crossing his arms.

"Lookie, Marv, what is he doing back here?" the Kitchen Fascist asked. "The last time he came down here, we noticed we had some very mysterious missing blood packets from our fridge."

"You never took your eyes off me the entire time I was here," I said, managing not to lie. "I couldn't have carried them off."

"Mmm-hmmm," the Fascist said, unconvinced.

"Look, I need to get blood for Syd."

"And I told you, he's not on my list."

"I think he wants you to check your list again."

"Fine, I'll do that." He flipped angrily through his notebook. "Uh, nope, still not here. What a shock, Marv."

"Well, I need to put him on that list," I said.

"Aren't you supposed to be providing him blood?"

"And a little somethin' else, if ya know what I mean," said Marv.

"Well, he's just too sick for that," I said. "All he can handle now is the blood from here. Please add him to the list."

The Fascist got out his chewed-up pencil and angrily scribbled down Syd's name. "Fine, he's added."

"I'll take his first dose right now."

"Nuh-uh, nope, no way. When ya sign up for blood, it only kicks into effect on the next day's deliveries. We ain't got any to spare today, do we Marv?"

"Nothing."

"Wait, that's not going to work," I said. "He has to have blood today."

"Well, we might have some spare blood if someone doesn't pick theirs up later in the day," Marv said. "Otherwise, there's nothing."

"Well, can I pick up Parker's blood supply then? I'll deliver it to him." I'd just have to give Syd Parker's blood, and get Parker to steal another packet.

The Fascist looked at his notepad. "Looks to me like he already got his delivered this morning. So that's a big `no.'"

When I got back to Syd's room, I broke the bad news to him.

"Jakey, you'll just have to pony up your own sweet blood, then."

"No, not an option on the table, Syd. I'll just go down there later on, and hope they have some extra."

"Jakey, normally a vampire can go thirty plus hours if they need to without feeding and not suffer any side effects. But me being sick, it's made me a whole lot weaker. And when I fed off you yesterday, I only took barely enough."

"Well, how long can a vampire survive without blood?"

"Uh, we really don't ever die without blood. After a week, we get so weak we enter an unconscious, hibernation-like state."

"Things would be a whole lot more peaceful for me if you were hibernating."

"Peaceful, yes, but a whole lot less fun too."

"I'm going to be nice and not contradict that last statement because you're so sick, Syd. I do have some pity."

"If ya really had pity, you'd be in my arms right now with me draining yer blood as I fucked the hell out of yer sweet ass."

"Ah yes, it's comments like those that make me remember exactly why you don't deserve my pity. I don't care what you do or how much you beg, you are not getting my blood today."

"Fine," he said. "Wake me up when you have my blood." He pulled his bottom sheet off his bed, and used it for his covers, covering his bare mattress with his sickly sweat in the process.

I yanked away his bottom sheet as well. "Nope, you're not using that either," I said, tossing it outside.

"Fine," he said, shutting his eyes and covering the grey light coming in from the skylight above him with his arm.

I stayed there through the morning, watching him toss and turn in his fitful, sick sleep. Around lunch time, I went down and ate my lunch quickly in the mess hall before getting his lunch to go and bringing it back up. Of course I stopped in at the kitchen and asked if they had any blood freed up yet, but they still didn't have anything. If they continued to refuse into the evening, I'd have to ask Parker to help me steal some for Syd, but I didn't want to have to bother him with that if I didn't have to.

Syd wouldn't wake up when I brought him his lunch; he just kept tossing and turning in bed, looking very hot and sweaty. His composure was not the slightest bit relaxed, in fact, he looked painfully uncomfortable.

I grabbed my book, sat in his desk chair, and watched him toss and turn for most of the afternoon. At about three, he started moaning painfully, so I went to his bedside. "Syd?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

No answer, except for more pained groans.

"Syd?" I poked him.

Just then, I noticed the light coming down from the skylight above starting to change in intensity and become yellower in color. I turned my head up and looked at the sky through the ceiling window. The annoying cloud cover which had remained over the mansion for the last couple of days was finally breaking free into beautiful sunlight, pouring warm, direct light everywhere into the room. How pleasant.

I looked down at Syd's naked body on the mattress, his wet, tan skin reflecting the beautiful warm light of the sun. His muscled body looked absolutely beautiful in the sunlight, I had to admit.

But then his groans became more and more painful as his thrashes intensified. What was wrong with him?

"Syd?"

I looked down carefully at him, and it seemed to my eyes that those beads of sweat that covered his body started to turn a translucent pink. Was it a weird trick of the sunlight I was seeing?

I narrowed my eyes and focused hard on the sweat on Syd's forehead. As I stared, this time I was positive that the bead was turning more and more pinkish in tint. Horrified, I looked at all beads on his head at once, and realized that all of them were turning from pinkish to downright red, becoming more and more opaque.

It was only then that it occurred to me that every single pore on his body was simultaneously sweating blood. "Syd. Syd!"

The beads of dark red blood turned to sheets covering his skin as the blood started to just empty out of every pore. It was one of the most disturbing sights I had ever seen. His groans turned into horrified screams as he began to claw away at his scabby skin, clearly in the worst sort of pain imaginable.

"No, no, please!" I yelled, frantic, feeling faint.

I looked up at the yellow light beating down on him, and realized the sun was doing this to him, melting him down into pure blood, killing him. I realized that this must have been one horrible consequence of vampires not getting their daily blood. This was my fault; I caused this.

I looked around for something to throw over him, to stop the sun from covering him, but there was nothing around. I cursed myself for pulling off his covers in the morning.

I knew he was about to disintegrate into a bloody mess of a death, so I had to do the only thing that I could think to do to help him. I jumped on the bed, and stretched my body over his bleeding form, blocking as much light as I could from hitting him.

I felt his bloody arms reach around and grab me, pulling me to him. Right away, I felt his wet fangs pierce my throat, which startled me half to death, but I chose not to fight him off, figuring giving him my blood was the only way to rectify my mistake and keep him from dying. I didn't want to have to tell Della and Parker that I had killed their loved one.

I felt that oddly sexual relaxation hit me as he sucked the blood into his mouth, and I shut my eyes, trying to make the moment pass as quickly as I could.

As Syd continued to feed, I could feel his flesh heal itself under my body, and before long, Syd had turned from nearly dead to beastly, ripping my clothes away and pushing his hard dick against my body. Finally, when I was certain he was healed, I pulled off of him.

After he healed my wound, I pulled up off of him and got a good look at him. His body seemed completely healed with the fresh dose of my blood, just a residual layer of red covering his whole body. It was all over my body too, as well as the bed.

"Christ, Jakey, did ya really have to wait so long to come to my rescue? There was almost nothing left of me to save."

"How about a thanks for saving your life, Syd? I could have watched you die, did you ever worry about that?"

"Not Jakey the boy scout, he'd never watch anyone suffer. Now, help me to the bathtub."

"I thought you were too sick to stand?"

"Your blood does wonders for me, even if the energy doesn't last for long."

I helped him to his feet and walked him over to the bathtub. When he was washing himself off, I picked up my torn clothes, used them to clean up all the blood from the floor, and then tossed them in the trash.

"You'd better hop in the tub with me to clean yourself off," he said.

"I'll use the tub after you're done."

"I'll need your help getting back to bed, and we can't have you getting me all bloody again."

"Oh, I won't," I said. "You always seem to find a way to coerce me into sexually compromising situations, and I'm sick of it."

"Well, flip over the mattress for me, Jake. Can't be sleeping on a huge pile of blood."

"Okay, but you'd better throw it away as soon as you get better."

It wasn't a piece of cake to flip over the mattress on my own, but I managed. I also managed to retrieve his stripped bedding and replace it, making the bed with my usual crease-free perfection. When he was done with his bath, I helped him dry off and even managed to get him back to bed without getting him dirty. Only then would I step in the bath and start to wash myself very, very thoroughly, the weakness of the blood loss really starting to make me tired.

I was just barely dressed when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Della."

"Syd, do you want me to get you some clothes before I let her in?"

"She's a doctor, Jakey, remember? Come on in Della!" I was at least glad that he was covered with the bedding.

When Della opened the door, she had a surgical mask and latex gloves on, and she had a number of servants behind her, carrying various medical equipment. "Syd, are you feeling any better?"

"Nope."

"Della, you're early!" I said. "I was just about to go down to greet you properly as you arrived."

"Well, I'm not exactly going to cry about that missed opportunity," she said. "Ever since my brother took over as Governor, I've never exactly received what one would call a royal welcome at this place. Any arrival that isn't marred by guards putting me under house arrest is all the greeting I need. But yes, we were early. So early, in fact, that I've already had the men carry in all my supplies and help me convert Parker's lab so it will fit my needs."

She rolled an IV into the room, and moved it to his bedside. She looked Syd over and put a hand on his forehead.

"You've got a high fever," she said. "But you don't look as sick as some of the other times."

"Jakey's been taking really good care of me," he said. "Well, most of the time."

"That's good to hear." She started to stick the IV into the back of his left hand. After she had done that, she pulled out a syringe and started to draw blood from his bulging arm vein. "I'm going to run some tests. Try to see if I can figure out what we are dealing with here. I'll be back."

After she left again, Syd was energetic enough to finally eat that lunch that I had brought up for him. It was a couple hours before we heard another knock on the door. At first, I thought it was someone else, because the knock was so much quieter than the forceful knock she had used previously.

"Come in," Syd said.

Della walked back into the room, and I noticed something that seemed very strange: her latex gloves and surgical mask were gone.

"What's the damage?" Syd asked her.

She just looked down at him and shook her head sadly.

"Uh-oh, I got the flu, ain't I?" Syd asked. "Well, don't look so glum, Della. I know the flu kills some other vampires, but they never had no Doctor Logan in their corner. We'll kick its ass to the curb, Dell."

She shook her head. "It's not the flu, Syd." I could hear the strain in her voice. She sounded like she was trying very hard to keep composed.

"Well, what is it? You always just spit out the diagnosis to everyone else, Della. You never give them any sugar, no matter how bad the news is. Just do the same for me. Hey, how come you took off yer mask and gloves?"

"'Cause you got HIV, Syd," she said, her voice not cracking. For the first time, I noticed that she had dried tear tracks on her cheeks.

I covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh my goodness."

"Got what?" he asked her.

"AIDS, kid. AIDS."

He shook his head. "No, that can't be right, Della."

"It is."

"That's impossible. Impossible. Your test was wrong. Run it a second time."

"Syd, believe me, I already ran it a third time. No amount of re-running that test is going to make you any less sick."

"No, I just, I just can't believe this," Syd said, his voice angry, but not the least bit sad.

"I'm so sorry," I said. I knew a bit about HIV, being extra terrified of it as a gay man, and wanted to offer my knowledge. "So, this whole time we thought you had a cold, you were really fighting off the HIV acute infection stage immediately following exposure in which patients seem to have flu-like symptoms. But the good news is, this is no longer a fatal disease. Once this initial infection passes, with modern medication, you could live a good life for decades or even indefinitely."

"Don't be an idiot, Jakey," Syd said.

"That's very sweet of you, Jake," Della said. "But HIV doesn't act the same way in fanged vampires. It's highly aggressive, and no medication will stop it. The sickness he is going through isn't an HIV infection. His T cells are already at a dangerously low level. What that means is, he's got full blown AIDS. In other words, this is it."

I put both hands to my mouth. "Holy crap. I'm, I'm so sorry."

"How much time do I got, Della?"

Her eyes went moist. "A few days, tops," she said, her voice cracking.

I couldn't hold back my sadness any longer, and tears started to run down my face.

Della took one look at me, and then shook her head. "Oh no, don't you go and cry over there," she said. "If you cry, I'm going to have to cry too." Tears started running from her eyes as well, and she rubbed them away. "This is not doctorly of me at all. Well, good heavens, as long as I've lost my composure, might as well completely wallow in sentiment, then."

She walked over to his beside, kneeled down, and hugged Syd, and he put his arms around her.

"I'm just so sorry this is happening to you," she said, totally weeping. "It just isn't fair at all. I wish so badly that this was something I could treat, but this is one of the few diagnoses I'm powerless against. It's not fair for me to lose my surrogate son before I go. If I could trade positions with you now, you know I would."

Hearing her say all those things just made me cry harder.

"It's okay, Della," he said. "It's not your fault. Hell, I had a great run. The party had to end sometime, it always does. It's just the way these things go."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dell."

She pulled out of the hug and wiped the tears from her cheeks again. "There's no need to keep you quarantined, if you promise not to sleep with anyone."

"I won't."

"I have three people in Fools Gold quarantined, Lettie Tobler, her bartender, and Annie. I'll call them and let them know they can be released."

"They're going to be horrified," I said, thinking of how close they were to Syd.

"It's clear you only transacted this virus in the past few days, as you would start feeling sick immediately following contact. I need to know, from the first time you started feeling sick, everyone you've had sex with. How many were there?"

"I guess three people."

"You only had sex with three people in that time?" she asked. "That's all? What, have you lost your touch with the ladies, Syd?"

"Just `cause there weren't a lot of lovers didn't mean I was having any less sex than before, Della," he said.

"Okay, who were they?"

"Well, there's Jakey," he said, and I went hot with embarrassment.

"Besides him," Della said. "He can't get sick."

"Well, there was Rose."

"Rose Dixon?" Dellaasked, a disturbed crease in her brow.

"Yes."

"Oh, gross, Syd. Great, that means I'll have to deliver Rose the news that she could be infected. I wouldn't be surprised if she ripped my tongue out in the process."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about her, Della," Syd said. "I was very, very, very careful. Nothing broke ever, and I barely even came with her. I'd say the chances of her getting infected are pretty much impossible."

"That's good to hear, but still, it's my responsibility to tell her about your diagnosis."

"You should make sure she understands that you won't tell anyone the two of them had sex," I said. "Or she seriously might try to kill you to keep it from getting out."

"He's right," Syd said. "We wouldn't want two dead Logans."

"Alright, I'll start with the whole doctor-patient privacy privilege straight off. Who else did you sleep with?"

"Uh-oh, Enid," he said. "She'd be in real trouble, Della. We were having unprotected sex."

"Syd, you know better," she said.

"Well, she just came through the quarantine, fully healthy, and she was a virgin who had her tubes tied. Pretty much eliminated any risk to me."

"But not to her, Syd. What's her last name?"

"Umm, I don't remember."

"Ha, go figure," she said.

"She's being quarantined in an apartment, Della," I said.

"Alright, I'll go break the bad news. And Parker too."

"Della, I did not have sex with Parker, that's plain disgusting."

"That's not what I meant, you thickheaded possum. I meant I'll have to go and tell him about your condition. I don't want the guards to have to tell him when they release him from quarantine."

"Got it."

"And there's your sister to think about as well," Della said. "I know that she's unreachable, and no one knows where she is or how to contact her. I'm afraid she won't be back in time, Syd."

"She couldn't give a flying fuck about me dying anyway," he said.

"Now, now," Della said. "I always told you to be nice to that girl. Try and imagine how hard it would have been to grow being raised by Jericho's hands."

"I'm dying here," Syd said. "I think I'm allowed to badmouth whoever I please."

"And I'm not telling your father," she said. "Cornelius can do the honors. Listen, I'm not going to tell Jennie until I get back. She'd be on the next stagecoach up, bringing Jess along too, `cause there's no one to look after her. I don't like the idea of either of them being in Jericho's house unless it's absolutely necessary."

"That's pretty damn smart."

"Alright, I've got a lot to do. Better get cracking." She left the room, shutting the door behind her, and I could tell that the busyness was helping her cope.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Syd, I wish it wasn't so."

"I'm down in the dumps, Jakey."

"That's completely normal."

"I need to hold you right now."

"Um, well, okay, I guess that couldn't hurt." I climbed on the right side of the bed on top of the covers, and hugged his blanket-covered body, wanting to comfort him.

"No, under the covers, Jakey."

He pulled the covers from underneath me until I was lying just on his bottom sheet, and then threw them back over me, until we were both under them. I turned onto my right side, facing him. "Tell me about how you're feeling about all this," I said.

"I will, but I can't have you lookin' at me."

"Uh, okay."

He reached over and pushed me onto my back again, then kept on pushing until I was on my left side, facing away from him. Next thing I knew, I could feel his bare, muscled arms around my torso. He was so hot and sweaty, but somehow knowing his sweat really wasn't contagious, not just to me, but to anyone else, that made me a little more relaxed about touching him.

"Are you freaking out, Syd?"

"Yes, and you're the only one who can make me feel better." I felt him spoon me from behind, sticking what was unmistakably his hard dick into the seat of my khakis.

"Syd, how can you be horny at a time like this?" I asked.

"Everyone deals with their grief in different ways, Jakey. You cry about it, or get angry. I fuck. There's nothing wrong with the way I do things."

He forcefully pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving my butt exposed, and he stuck his hard dick against me.

"Whoa, slow down there," I said. "I'm here to comfort you emotionally, not sexually."

"I'm gonna die here, I got just a few days to live, and I'm going out sick in bed instead of in a blaze of glory. All I'm askin' of you is a little lovin,' and yer saying ya can't give it to me?"

"What exactly are you asking me for?"

"I'm so depressed about dying, Jakey, but there's one thing that would make me meet my end with a big fat smile on my stupid face, and that would be if I could get laid, one last time."

"There's plenty of girls around here."

"You heard Della, I'm not allowed to touch anyone. It's too risky, even with a condom. It'd be wrong to touch anyone but you, Jakey, because you can't catch what I got."

"Syd, what are you asking me to do?"

"I want what I'm been dreaming about since you showed up on my doorstep in Tahoe. I want yer pretty little hole." He rubbed against my hole with his dick, as if to make his point. "I want to give ya the fucking of a lifetime, since it'll be by last chance, and I want to drink yer blood at the same time. It's the only thing this poor, doomed soul wants. Think of it as my very special Make-A-Wish."

"You're not allowed to ask for sex for your Make-A-Wish, Syd!"

"Come on, Jakey. Okay, tell me, you always believed in God. Am I going to Hell when I die, or Heaven?"

"It's not my job to judge you, that's for God to decide."

"But what does yer gut tell ya? Please be honest with me."

"Well, my gut tells me you'll go to Hell, for the people like Viktor that you killed."

"See? According to your beliefs, I'm about to leave this life and spend the rest of eternity burning in misery. Don't you have the least bit of pity for me?"

"I do, really. But you can't ask that of me. Anything else I can do for you, I mean, non-sexual favors, I'd be fine with. But not that. That's not ever on the table for me."

"That's funny," he said. "Because I remember a couple days ago, you were willing bet your ass in a poker game against me. Remember that one? Where I had to clean the whole room up because you out drank me?"

"Yes, but I only agreed to that bet because I'd knew I'd win."

"And I thought it was pretty damn incredible that you did end up winning, since you ain't never gotten drunk before, and I'm the best at holding my liquor. But I never even became suspicious as I cleaned up my room in the middle of the night, because I knew you weren't a liar or a cheat and I knew yer word was like oak. Funny thing was, I collected the empty bottles we went through that night in a box. As I carried the first bottle you were drinking out, I noticed a weird, sweet smell coming from it. I upturned it and drank the last drop from that whiskey bottle, and ya know what was there, Jakey?"

I didn't answer.

"It was either donkey piss or apple juice, one of the two. And it got me thinkin' about how you wouldn't let me drink from your bottle that night, or how your drunkenness seemed all wrong, like some bad kid actor playing a drunk in a school play even though they never had a drink. And it made me think about all the things you bet on that game, when you should have been on the ground after a few drinks."

"Look, I'm sorry, I lied to you, and I cheated. It wasn't exactly my proudest moment, I admit."

"And it was damn cold to make a man who is dying of AIDS clean up his whole room, making him all the more sicker."

"Listen, I'm sorry." I felt really guilty about it, even if what I had done had seemed necessary at the time.

"I'll die blaming you, Jakey. And when yer God judges me, you can bet I'll tell Him how you lied and cheated like you did. Maybe He'll judge you too."

"It's not going to matter what you say to Him, Syd. He'll judge me fairly when my time comes, because He already knows all of my sins."

"Well, all I'm saying, is the only way I'll forgive your sins is if you grant my one last wish. Please, have pity for this dying, sick man. "

I groaned. "I can't believe you are guilting me into compromising myself sexually, and I can't believe you are willing to exploit your sad situation for sex. This is emotional blackmail."

"Pleeeaase, Jakey?"

Agreeing to Syd's pleas would be a betrayal of Parker, I thought briefly. And then I took that instinctual thought and analyzed it. Parker was a married man; therefore anything the two of us had was a friendship and nothing more. I was totally single, and being with Syd couldn't possibly be a betrayal of anyone.

"Ugh. Okay, I'll do it."

"Yes! Thank you! Right now?"

"No, not right now. Are you kidding me? Your junk is huge. Give me a couple days to stretch myself out or something, to get ready for it."

"Oh, you don't need to prepare. I'll jam it in right now. I think you'll be surprised how much you like it."

"A couple days Syd. That's my only deal."

"Fine. Two days max. Do you promise you'll let me fuck you as hard as I want? Better not make me stop when just the head's in. And will ya spend the whole night with me in my bed?"

"I promise."

"Then I'm okay with that."

"Alright then, since you clearly don't want to talk about how you are feeling, I'm getting out of bed." I pulled away from him, got out of his bed, and pulled my pants up. "Not that I should have expected that you were capable of any real deep emotions."

"Wait, does horniness count as a real, deep emotion?"

"No, it doesn't."

"Then I'm damn near incapable of any emotions, that's for damn sure. That's why you should be thankful as hell it's me dying and not Parker. Could you imagine? He'd never stop boring you with every little unsolicited detail about each of his many delicate little feelings. We'd all be smothering him with his pillow just to get him to shut up already."

A half hour later, when Syd was passed out again, there came a quiet, polite knock on the door. I set my book down and opened it up to find Parker's handsome face looking at me. It was almost bizarre to see him freely walking around after so many days in the quarantine.

"Hi, Jake," he said. "I came to see my brother."

I saw that his eyes were red and his cheeks had remnants of dried tears. I tried to imagine what had taken place in Parker's apartment in the past half hour when Della must have broken him the bad news. Parker and Della were so close, I was sure they would have had a good long cry, supporting each other, and talking about their feelings. It was exactly what both of them needed to do.

"He's asleep, but go on in," I said. "I'll leave."

"You don't have to leave, Jake," he said, not wanting to hurt my feelings.

"No, I'll feel weird being around," I said.

"If you don't have any other plans, will you wait for me in my room?" he asked. "Wanted to get your take on all this."

"Sure."

He gave me a hug, and then shut the door as he went into Syd's room, and I walked over in the direction of Parker's apartment. On my way there, I passed Della in the hall.

"Oddest thing," she said. "I just came from this Enid's place."

"Yes?"

"I found it completely deserted. The guard posted there claims he had no idea she wasn't in there anymore. She must have broken the quarantine and snuck out."

"Not surprising, given her demeanor," I said.

"Cornelius is putting a full alert for her in all of Mareshead. She must be around somewhere. Okay, off to Rose's now. I don't have tears on me from when I was crying with Parker, do I? That woman sniffs out weakness and uses it against people."

"No, you're fine."

She smiled and went on her way.

When I got to Parker's room, I took off my shoes and got into bed fully clothed, brooding about the magnitude about what I had agreed to do for Syd. I would have never granted him permission to top me if he had tried to make me feel guilty about cheating him before in his drinking game, I would have reminded him that he had certainly lied to me in way more serious contexts in our history to voice a valid complaint. But it was the combination of making me feel guilty for cheating along with making me feel pity for his awful condition together that made me snap. It was like a perfect storm of willpower breaking emotions, and I already regretted the agreement I made.

I pictured in my head again Syd's huge penis, cringing at the awful thought of that thing ripping me open. And I knew Syd didn't have the capacity to go gentle with me given it was my first time. And he had plainly told me he expected to go all the way in.

There was a familiarly polite knock at the door. "Come in."

Parker entered the room.

"Parker, I don't think you're required to knock considering it's your own room."

"Just making sure you're not indecent," he said. "You're looking pretty glum over there, fellow."

"You're not looking too perky yourself."

Parker walked over to the bed and got on. He moved in to hug me, with me laying on my back and him resting on top of me. "Mmm, that feels good," he said as he hugged me tight.

"Yes, yes it does," I said, feeling warm and reassured by his gentle touch.

"Tell me how you are feeling about Syd's condition, Jake."

"I feel real lousy about it," I said. "But it's becoming harder and harder to untangle my feelings the more I move away from the horrible moment when Della first told us the news."

"How so?"

"Well, before this evening, I would have safely said I hated your brother. I'm sorry I'm being callous, do you not want me to talk about this?"

"No, by all means, give me the whole truth."

"Okay. All of the selfless things Syd did for me were all during the time when he was posing as a dear member of my family, so all of those actions clearly were just clever manipulations on his part. Plainly the few nice things he did for me since I knew the truth about him were small in number. He helped save me when our stagecoach was attacked, he rescued me from a Fools Gold prison, he came up with the idea to pretend to be my fiancé in order to save my life, he helped teach me how to shoot, he made the bet to try and safe my family. But none of those things seem all that significant since many were motivated by some selfish desire on his part. When I weigh those things against all the awful, horrible things he has done to me, clearly I have every reason to celebrate his death. And yet, for some reason I find myself still feeling sad about it."

"That's how I feel as well," Parker said.

"The weird thing was I myself was willing to kill him when I thought it might let me escape. I don't know what it is, Parker. Maybe it's just because the time I spent with him before I knew he was a vampire spy was much, much larger than the time I've spent with him since. Even though I know all of that was a lie, still a part of me sees him and it brings back those fond memories."

"Listen to me," Parker said, looking down into my eyes. "What he did to you was horribly wrong. I promise you, I will never, ever, ever lie to you. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Sometimes, there will be things that I can't tell you about. For instance, Jericho has had me swear secrecy on a number of intelligence items I was involved with previously. If you asked me about one of those items, I would let you know I wasn't at liberty to tell you. But I would never pretend I didn't know what you were talking about, or make up some destructive lie. Because from here on out, you and me are going to be totally straight with each other, you hear?"

"Yes, Parker," I said. "I promise to do the same for you. But mostly I just feel really bad for you and Della." I started to cry.

"Don't cry for Della and my sake," he said. "There's nothing I hate seeing more than you crying." He caressed my face with both his hands, wiping my tears from my cheeks. "Even if you do look adorable when you cry."

"I do not look adorable."

"You do. Well, then again, you always manage to look adorable." He smiled his sweet, loving smile, flashing his pearly whites, and I melted.

I smiled through my tears. "You always find a way to make me smile, Parker. You're the only one who I can count on for that."

He looked absolutely proud as can be, smiling down at me. "Wow, do I ever feel so strongly for you." He cupped my cheek lovingly. "Jake, I would give my one good leg to kiss you right now."

Visions of Annie shook me out of the moment violently. "No, I can't. What about your wife? I don't ever want to be the other woman. Other person, I should say."

"That is what I love about you," Parker said to me. "You will always be true to what is right, no matter how badly that decision will affect your happiness. But listen, there's something you need to know. See, the thing is, I told Annie I wouldn't say anything to anyone about this until she gets back from her trip, but in your case, it seems unethical not to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Well, Annie and I are getting an annulment. We decided the marriage was over back in Fools Gold."

"What?" I asked. "I thought vampire marriages were forever."

"We found a sort of loophole in the contract language," he said. "I'll tell you all the details, but not until Annie comes back and I clear it with her first."

"Oh my goodness!" I said. "This whole time you've been single and you never once told me? Do you know how much agony you caused me?"

His face turned sad. "I'm so, so sorry I hurt you, Jake," he said. "I had no idea that even that if you knew I was single, you would ever be the least bit interested in me."

"Are you kidding? Least bit interested? The sad truth is, I've been totally infatuated with you since the moment I met you," I said.

"I was taken with you immediately as well, though I never would have let myself develop any romantic feelings for you before the marriage was over, so I only saw you as a good friend, and if things hadn't changed between Annie and I, that's the most I ever would have felt. I'm incapable of being attracted to more than one person. Then, once Annie was out of the picture, as soon as I saw you coming as I came out of the stagecoach from Fools Gold, I knew you were the one for me. Still, I had no reason to think you would ever feel the same, so I convinced myself that you'd never be anything more than a best friend, which I was fine with. Because even having you around me as a platonic presence is still the sweetest gift I ever could have imagined for myself."

"I don't understand why you wouldn't think I was capable of returning your attraction."

"You have to understand, Jake. Annie was the first person to ever show me any sort of real romantic affection since my accident, so why would I ever think you would go for me when you have every fanged vampire around you vying for your attention?"

"Yeah, they all want to have sex with me and they want to suck my blood, preferably without me ever saying a word during the process. They had designs on my body, but they never once cared about the real me. None of them mean anything to me. But you, Parker, were the one person who always appreciated me based entirely on who I was as a person."

"So, you wouldn't be mad at me if I kissed you now?" he asked, smiling at me sweetly.

"No, I've been dreaming about kissing you since we first met! Come here, Parker."

I grabbed his head and pulled him down towards my face. He shut his eyes as he puckered up, and I did the same.

I felt his sweet lips meet mine, and it only took a few seconds for me to realize with absolutely no degree of uncertainty that the kiss was the best one I had ever experienced. He put just the right amount of pressure with his lips; not so strong that he was forceful, like I had been used to with the other vampires, but strong enough so he didn't seem passive or uninterested. He put his loving hands on both sides of my face, caressing me, but not sliding them all over my body, as Syd was fond of doing. In turn, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me.

Unlike Syd's kisses, which were always charged with lustful, sexual energy, Parker's kiss was soaked in so much love and affection that it almost made me gasp, he had me absolutely trembling with delight. The warmth poured in through his lips and washed through my head down through every limb in my body, turning me on in a completely different and much more fulfilling way than Syd ever could.

All of these peaks of excitement, and they were all reached without Parker even slipping his tongue into my mouth. It was incredible.

When he finally pulled back again, separating our lips, it was torturous. "I'm remorseful if I drained you out," he said. "I didn't mean to go on and on like that." I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with such joy. "I got carried away. Will you hold it against me if I said that kiss was the paramount one I can remember having?"

"No," I said. "Because I feel the same way. And, believe me, with kisses like those, there's no way I'd be the one to get tired out."

"Ooo, is that a challenge?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.

"Maybe."

"Well then, you're on!"

He lowered his head and started kissing me again, sending me to heaven once more. But after a few moments he pulled away again.

"Your stomach just growled," he said.

"Really? I didn't hear anything."

"I have superior hearing, remember? You haven't eaten dinner, have you?"

"Not really."

"And it's so late now, you poor thing. Listen, why don't I run down and get us a bite to eat. Or would you rather eat downstairs together?"

"No, I'd prefer to be alone with you," I said. "I'll come along and help."

"No, you just relax," he said. "You had to provide for me during those days where I was locked in here. Now it's my turn to return the favor."

"Okay, but only if you promise there will be more kissing in my immediate future."

"It's a pledge." He gently got up off me and stood up off the bed. "Be back rapidly."

I looked down at his crotch, and saw the outline of a huge, very hard dick pressing against the front of his suit, looking like it was about to burst loose.

"Uh, you might want to adjust yourself, there," I said. "So you don't embarrass yourself."

"Whoops, I apologize," he said, fixing the problem as best he could. "Normally a kiss like that wouldn't affect me in that way, but that kiss was so full of mutual devotion, it got to me."

"You're not the only one it got to," I said.

When Parker left the room, I just lied there, feeling the afterglow of his kiss lingering in my body. I was so, so happy I could finally act on all my feelings for him.

I realized this might be the only time in a while that I would be alone, so I shook myself out of my happy trance and walked over to Parker's tub. I started the water, and then stripped off my clothes. I got into the water, very annoyed that this bath was necessary at all.

I soaped up my index finger and started to work it into my butthole, trying to stretch it out. I knew how much larger Syd's penis was than my finger, so I worked until I could get two fingers in without much pain.

After I had successfully worked in a third finger, I figured it was enough stretching for the time being, and I cleaned myself up.

I heard Parker's knock at the door.

"Come in," I said.

He came in with food in his hand. "I noticed the kitchen staff was way more expedient with my order than they were with any of yours," he said, laughing. Then he saw me in the bath, turned red, and looked away. "Sorry, I didn't know you were indecent."

"You really don't have to worry," I said. "After all, it was only this morning that we were taking a bath together, wasn't it?"

"Look, Jake," he said, putting the food on the table but not looking my way. "I'd love for us to start dating."

"That sounds wonderful," I said.

"I'm thrilled at the prospect of us going through the courting ritual. But I like to stretch out the process as long as we can. Right now, we're in the kissing phase. Let's enjoy the innocence of this time without jumping ahead to nudity. Then, when I finally do see you naked, it will be all the more appreciated."

"But you've already seen me naked, as well as touched me naked. Remember how we spent last night?"

"Yes, of course I do," he said. "And it was wonderful. But I couldn't help feeling like I was jumping ahead, taking advantage of you."

"But it was me that pushed you into doing the whole invisible deal," I said.

"Yes, but you did it because you wanted to expand my ability, not because you wanted me to hold you in that way so soon. And you saw me mostly naked when Jericho shot me and you had to remove the bullet. It wasn't the most romantic way I would have wished you would have first seen me naked, but fate intervened."

"The truth was, I had never seen your penis unobstructed."

"Well, that's a relief. My point is, I wish I could take all those moments away, so we could progress in a normal fashion from a couple that just danced together, had their first kiss, and share romantic meals together towards eventually even more carnally delightful events down the line. I'm just going to kick all of the incidents where we were forced to engage in nudity without it being in a romantic context under the rug, and I want to move forward being the perfect gentleman that you know I am. I want to start fresh."

"That sounds perfect, actually," I said. "Feel free to look away while I get dressed."

He set our food carefully on our plates as I dried off and got dressed again.

Once again, when we ate dinner, our legs intertwined, but this time, instead of feeling guilty about enjoying the contact, I openly luxuriated in it, and he even moved his legs around, lovingly rubbing me, that simple affection driving me absolutely batty. I understood exactly about the pleasures of taking things slow, when each little touch had room to breathe, making you appreciate it all the more.

I especially appreciated the view of Parker's beautiful face across the table from me, smiling at me constantly, his eyes twinkling with a new inner happiness since he knew how badly I returned his feelings.

After we were done eating, as we continued to chat, he reached over and grabbed my hand, at first just holding it affectionately, but later massaging it, sending a lovely relaxation through my body. I was sleepy from all the food, and I covered my mouth as I let out a yawn.

"You're tired," he said.

"A bit, yes."

"Understandably. It's late, and you didn't get a full eight hours last night. You looked so peaceful as you slept, that I wanted to keep letting you sleep, but Rose chose that moment to get in her shower, so it wasn't meant to be. I promise to let you sleep as late as you want tomorrow."

"Sounds great. I'll get ready for bed, then. Are you joining me?"

"You start without me," he said. "I wanted to check to see if there's anything I can help Della with, or Syd, for that matter. I'll come to bed a bit later."

"Yes, that's very good of you," I said, remembering suddenly about the life and death situation they were going through, and feeling a bit guilty about the happiness I was feeling with Parker.

He started picking up all the dirty dishes and napkins. "I'm going to deliver this stuff down to the kitchen," he said. "I'll be right back."

I got out of my clothes and into my normal sleep shorts, and then decided to sleep in a tank as well, so Parker wouldn't be upset that I was being too revealing. I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. I kneeled at the side of the bed and prayed with my cross, apologizing for skipping the prayers the day before. I thanked God especially profusely for connecting me with Parker, I prayed for Syd, and prayed God would give strength to Della and Parker when Syd's time came to an end.

I jumped on the bed, lying on my back. It was a little warm, so I stayed over the covers.

When Parker returned, his face lit up when he saw me. "Hello, my sweet," he said. "Did I ever tell you how appealing you look in those shorts?"

I laughed. "No, you didn't. Not nearly as appealing as you look in your PJs, Parker. But did I ever tell you, when a man promises me a kiss, I always make him pay up?"

"You're going to get sick of my kisses pretty soon," he said, coming towards the bed, and hopping on beside me. "I'll never be able to kiss you enough."

He kissed me on the forehead, lovingly. Then kissed me repeatedly, all over my face, faster and faster, with a big smile on his face. It made me giggle. "I can never have too many of your kisses, Parker."

"We'll see about that," he said. He kissed me lovingly down the right side of my neck, each touch of the lips affectionate and sweet. He kissed down my right shoulder until he came to my upper arm, and his face turned from all smiles to concern. "You have a bad mark here, where the tape was." He rubbed it tenderly. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little," I said.

"Aww, I hate seeing you hurt." He kissed the mark long and softly, then continued kissing down my arm, his face turning back to delight. When he got to my right hand, he lifted it up, kissed me a long time in the palm of my hand, looking at me sweetly in the eye. "Have you gotten sick of my kisses yet?"

"Not likely," I said.

"You'll regret saying that."

He set my right arm down, climbed over to my left side, picked up my left hand, and then started kissing it as well. I laughed as he kissed up my arm, tickling me with his eager lips. He kissed my entire arm, finally reaching my shoulder, and then kissing me up the left side of my neck.

"Let me see your other marks," he said. He gently lifted my head and looked at the back of it, rubbing his hand gently over the slight bump I had there. "How's this one?"

"It's fine."

He kissed it softly, and then lowered my head back on the pillow. He scooted down to my feet, and raised the right one up, setting it gently on his left shoulder while he looked up at the area around my ankle. "Ooo, this one looks almost like a burn," he said. "It must hurt, you poor thing."

"It's okay," I said.

But he rubbed it carefully with his fingers and kissed it tenderly. "Hopefully that will heal in no time. And I'm afraid I've made a mistake having your foot so close to my face."

I frowned, hoping my feet weren't stinky.

"Because I just can't resist giving it some love."

He smiled, and held up my foot in front of his face, kissing my big toe, then my four other ones in turn. He even kissed the bottom of my feet, making my laugh. After he totally covered my foot with kisses, he said, "Don't think you're getting away without the other foot getting the same treatment."

He moved to my left foot, giving it just as many kisses if not more.

"As much as I'd love for you to kiss me all over, I don't want to keep you, Parker, not when you're going to be helping your family."

"Alright, but I'm insisting on one last goodnight kiss before I go," he said.

"I couldn't fall asleep without it."

He crawled up on top of me, placed both hands on either side of my face with absolute tenderness, looked at my face with such love, then closed his eyes, and I did the same. I felt his lips meet mine, and once again, was completely flooded with his affection. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as hard to my body as I could, and I could feel his hard dick in his suit pants pressed against my own firm rod.

I couldn't help myself, I was overcome with desire for him, stemming not just from my dick, but from my heart and my head as well. I opened my mouth, licking his lips eagerly.

"Mmm," Parker said, and he pulled off of me.

I opened my eyes, and looked up at Parker looking down at me. "Oh, did I go to fast, Parker?"

"No, it's just... Annie would never let me kiss her like that. She would tell me that it was barbaric, that nobody her age or younger kissed like that anymore. Are you sure you want me to kiss you, in that manner?"

"Yes, yes!" I said.

"Nothing would please me more," he said, a huge smile stretched across his face. "You just let me know if I get to be too much."

He closed his eyes, held me tighter, and pressed his lips to mine. This time, as he kissed me, he opened his mouth, and soon, I felt his tongue slip over my lips, licking them lightly.

"Mmm," he moaned as he moved his tongue into my mouth, adoringly searching out every corner of it, sweetly dancing with my tongue, passion pouring all through my body.

His hands moved all over my face delightfully while I pulled him against me with my arms. I was absolutely drowning in desire for him, and from the hardness in his pants, I knew he felt the same.

But I remembered Della and Syd, and I pulled back off him. "As hard as it is to say this, you should go to your family."

"Oh, you taste like heaven, sweet one," he said, licking his lips. "I'll miss you."

"So will I."

He rubbed the tips of his nose against mine with tenderness, and gently got off of me. "Pleasant dreams, my sweet."

And he left, and my dreams for once were pleasant, guilt-free and tinged with a new romance.

JANUARY 21st

I woke up hearing a set of strong knocks on Parker's door. My left hand was being clasped by Parker's right hand, as it had been most of the night. I heard Parker say, "Who's there?"

"Della," came a voice through the door.

Parker looked over at me, smiling. "Are you okay inviting her in, my sweet?" he asked.

I unlaced my fingers from his and looked down to make sure I didn't have an embarrassing morning hardon. "Yes."

"Come in, Della."

Della opened the door and quickly looked us over in bed. "As a rule, I refuse to apologize for waking anyone up when it's after ten o' clock in the morning," she said.

"Good morning to you too, Della," Parker said.

"Hi Della," I said.

"Morning," she said. "Listen, Parker, I could use your help now. Rose finally consented to giving me a blood sample, and I'm going to run some tests to make sure she's not infected. Of course, I won't be able to know for certain this soon with her, since she's not a fanged vampire, but at least it can bring her some peace of mind."

"And you want me in the lab with you?" he asked.

"Exactly. It'll go much faster if we were both working on this."

"Breakfast," I said. "You need to have breakfast."

"Why don't you swing by on your way to the lab, pick up some breakfast for yourself, and you can eat while we're working?" asked Della.

"Okay. I'll be there in forty-five minutes," Parker said.

"With Syd, forty-five minutes means three hours. With you, forty-five minutes means forty-five minutes. I'll see you soon." She shut the door.

Parker leaned over on his right side, looking down at my face, smiling. "I think someone needs a good morning kiss," he said, moving his head towards mine.

"Someone needs to brush first, I've got morning breath," I said, tasting a bad flavor in my mouth. "You're so lucky, not having the bacteria that cause bad breath."

"You're not getting out of a kiss that easily," he said. He rolled on top of me, put his left hand on my cheek and while his right hand petted my head. He shut his eyes and lowered his face towards me. Once again, when his lips hit mine, they felt so right. I quickly started to get hard as he kissed me, and though I wanted to open my mouth and lick him, I kept myself restrained given the bad taste in my mouth.

Yet, surprisingly, I felt him open his lips and push his tongue into my mouth. He normally wasn't the least bit forceful, never pushing me into something I wasn't fully comfortable with, and I realized that he must have been making a statement of some kind. I cringed as he started lovingly licking over my teeth and gums, worried he'd just end up repulsed. After all, he was such a clean person. Finally, he pulled away.

"You're not kissing me back," he said.

"I don't want you to get grossed out by my breath," I said.

"Jake, sweetheart, please indulge me here," he said. "I love the way you taste. I loved it last night when you were freshly brushed, and I love it just as much this morning. I love the way you taste because it's a part of who you are, and tasting you makes my heart go aflutter and my chemicals astir. You don't ever, ever have to cover up who you are with me. I adore every single part."

"Are you sure it doesn't bother you? You aren't just saying that because it's the nice thing to say?"

"The only thing that would bother me is the thought of not being able to kiss you in the morning with as much passion as we do during the nights," he said.

"Okay, but if you change your mind about the bad breath, just let me know, it won't bother me."

He smiled, extremely pleased looking, as he stared down into my eyes. He lowered his face again and shut his eyes, and I did the same. That time, when his tongue entered my mouth, I made myself forget about my bad breath, and I kissed him back, lovingly intertwining his tongue with my own.

"Mmm, mmm," he groaned pleasurably, kissing me more and more enthusiastically, his hands rubbing and caressing my face, head, and neck.

Totally given up into the moment by then, my hands searched over his body, covered only in his thin, cotton one-piece pajamas. I sought out his arms from his wrists to his elbows, feeling his curly, short arm-hair. The hands kept moving up, caressing his hard, huge tris, then moving up to where his sleeves started, just below his shoulders. The shoulders themselves were covered in the thin, soft cotton of his old- fashioned fashioned PJs, and I rubbed the outside of them, feeling nothing but round muscle and no trace of bone.

My hands roamed to his back, and I could feel the PJ's clung to him there like second skin, letting me luxuriate in every ridge and valley of those muscle lines. I kissed even harder, feeling his totally hard dick push against my own through his shorts, loving the knowledge that the kiss was having just as much of an effect on him as it did on me.

I could feel his huge fangs pop out, and I knew that meant I was exciting him sexually. He pulled back from me, covering his mouth with his hand.

"I'm so sorry, my dear," he said. "I always try to keep those in place, but I'm afraid they betray me at the most inconvenient times."

"Parker, you can pull your hand down, I've seen fangs before."

"They don't frighten you?" he asked, still covering his mouth. "They're so large, and terribly sharp."

"No, they don't scare me." I pushed his hand away from his face. "I want to see you smile."

"Even with my fangs?" he asked, clearly trying to keep them covered as much as possible with his lips.

"Yes," I said. "Even when you have your fangs out, when you smile at me, I feel nothing but brilliant warmth."

Finally, he smiled at me, fangs and all, and I returned the gesture.

"That's it. Now, kiss me again."

"I shouldn't," he said. "I don't want to disturb you, or cut you accidentally."

"Parker, you're protesting just as much as I did about my morning breath. And I'm not going to let you get away with it either. Your fangs don't freak me out, they're adorable. And even if you accidentally prick me, oh well, your tongue will heal me instantly. Come here."

"If you change your mind about this, just let me know."

Finally, he kissed me again. At first he was hesitant, but my eagerness and my passion quickly melted him again, until he was just as into the moment as he had been before his fangs arrived, perhaps even more so. I enjoyed searching over those obscenely long, sharp fangs with my tongue.

As the kissing continued, I couldn't keep my hands from running over his taut bubble butt, loving how tightly the cotton clung to him there. I rubbed my hands over those ripped globes, my fingers finding the bottom line of his PJ legs, which ended at his upper thighs.

"Mmm," he said, breaking away from me finally, ending with a soft, sweet little kiss. "That was by far the best morning kiss I've ever had."

"Same for me," I said. "I'd love for you to stay, but Della needs you."

He rubbed the tip of my nose with the tip of his again, and then got up off of me. I saw him put on his false leg at the edge of the bed, and then stand up. He looked back at me, and said, "You should just stay in bed, my sweet."

His upper body looked so good in those tight PJs, with his huge chest bulging out in them, his nipples poking through the thin fabric. But my eyes were drawn downwards, to his midsection.

The tight cotton fabric clung to the side of his sculpted abs, which was very sexy, but that's not what was so incredible. The fabric showed off everything, most notably his hung dick, which was pressed right against the center of his abs, pointing straight up. At the bottom, between his muscled thighs, I could see the outline of his huge balls hanging against the bottom of his PJs. From there up, his hard dick had an enormous width, covering most of his abs. And boy, was the beautiful stick long as well. The rock hard monster went so far up, it seemed to touch his chest. At the top was his outlined mushroom head. Apparently he was very excited, because his precum completely soaked the fabric, turning it translucent in the process. The wet, thin cotton clung to his dickhead as a result, showing off the beautiful dark pink color of his mushroom tip.

He must have seen my jaw drop, because his gaze followed my eye line, and he frowned as he looked down at how revealing his PJs were. "Wow, sorry about that," he said, turning totally red as he turned away from me. "Didn't know my choice in sleepwear were quite so terribly transparent."

"I don't mind," I said. "They look sexy."

His hands covered the crotch of his PJs, trying to block my view. "I don't want you to see anything you shouldn't. I see the way you're looking at me. You're frightened by what you see, and I don't blame you."

He kept his back carefully to me was he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear him lift the toilet lid, clearly meaning to take a morning piss, but then I couldn't hear anything for a good two minutes, at least. I knew what had happened; he was probably trying in vain to bend his immovable, steel penis down enough to face the toilet, and had to wait until he cooled down a bit before he could manage it. After he was done pissing, he washed his hands, and left the bathroom. As he went into his closet, I got a quick glimpse at his front, and noticed how his dick had mostly gone soft again and was safely tucked down.

A couple minutes later he came out of the closet in one of his 18th century fancy suits. He walked over to my bedside, looked down at me caringly, and caressed my head. "I'm going to miss you," he said.

"Do you two need my help in there?" I asked. "You could show me what to do."

"With your intelligence, you'd pick it up in no time," he said. "That's a sweet offer. But no, we'll be fine. You just relax."

"Can I get one more kiss to hold me over?" I asked.

"What do YOU think?" He lowered his lips towards mine and kissed me again. This time, instead of the hot make-out session we had previously, this kiss was tender and restrained. When he was done, he rubbed the left side of his face against my right, looking at me in the eye. "I want you to know that I'm going to be completely monogamous with you," he said. "I'm not asking for reciprocation. I just wanted you to know that you've captured my heart, my sweet, and there's no way it could ever stray. That's just not how I am."

"I love that about you," I said. "I'm the same way. And I'm going to be monogamous with you too, you can count on that."

"I told you, you don't have to make that commitment to me. I wasn't telling you that in order to pressure you towards the same status."

"I know that," I said. "I'm just not someone who needs more than one person."

"Aww, that makes me so happy," he said.

"Wait a second, what am I thinking?" I asked. "I have my agreement with Syd still. Once a week, he's allowed to drink my blood and fool around with me, though I drew the line when he said he wanted to top me. I hate those sessions with him, they are completely demeaning."

His body turned cold with revulsion. "You should refuse, then."

"I promised him to pay up."

"You should refuse on the basis that sexual acts should never have been an acceptable form of payment on the table to be negotiated as casually as poker chips."

"That's exactly what I told him," I said. "But he didn't agree. And if I hadn't agreed to it, he wouldn't have lied for me."

He bristled in discomfort. "Well, when is the next time you're due to for another one of those payments?"

"Luckily, I just did it two days ago, so not for five more days. Who knows if he'll even be alive by then. Oh, right, there's one more thing to consider. Okay, so yesterday he got me to agree to something that I totally regret now, in fact, the very thought of going through with it is making me feel downright sick."

His face looked really, really concerned. "What's that, my sweet?" he asked, holding onto me.

"Well, he kind of got me to agree to let him top me, which I've never done for anyone before."

"Jake!" he said, shocked.

"Now wait, it's not something that I would normally ever, ever agree to from him. But listen, he asked me right after he got his prognosis yesterday; telling me this was his last request of me before he died. Also, he used my guilt against me. You see, I cheated in his poker game, when I bet he would pass out drunk first when both of us were drinking. He wagered him topping me while I wagered him cleaning his room up, but I knew from the start I would beat him because I was cheating, and after that, he cleaned his room out and it kind of made him sicker, which I feel so badly about."

"Jake, why would you ever cheat at a poker game like that?" Parker asked. "You should have never even consented to play that kind of game."

"Look, I really had no other choice. This was when I was supposed to be babysitting Lewis, yet Syd kept having the guards lock me in his room. I had to get him passed out so I could leave, and the only way to do that was to cheat on his pathetic little game."

"I understand," he said.

"So, I'm not proud of the cheating at all, and I feel guilty about it, though I had to do what I had to do."

"This is all my fault," Parker said. "I was the one who asked you to look after Lewis that night."

"That's because you were locked in here," I said. "It's not your fault, Parker. Anyway, he used all of those factors against me yesterday. And if I had known at that time that you were single and available, I would have never agreed to it."

"I should have told you that sooner. I'm sorry. Wow, Syd is such a slime ball. He's asking for this last favor from you, playing on your good will, but he's totally using you. You have to back out of this. I'll deliver the news for you, if you want."

"No, I can't back out of a promise again," I said. "I just can't. I have to go through with it, as awful as the idea sounds."

He put his hand to my cheek. "It makes me angry and disgusted to think about the two of you together like that, but I want you to know, all of my resentment is directed towards him. In the face of that horror, I am proud of you that you're standing up and bravely following through with a promise."

"Thanks Parker. I'm going to be in so much pain tomorrow," I said, shaking my head.

"This is taking place tomorrow?" he asked, disappointed. "So soon?"

"Yes, that's what our agreement was. I'm really, really nervous about it. His penis is as large as yours is, Parker, and I've never done that before. And he already told me he's not going to be gentle. He's going to take me as fast and as far in as he wants."

He shook his head. "He's going to tear you apart! Don't you see he could injure you permanently with his callousness? I'm not going to be able to do anything but fret and worry all day tomorrow, thinking about you having to go through with that with him. As soon as you get out of there, I want you to come straight back here, and I'll give you anything you need for as long as you need it. If you're injured, I'll do my best to tend to your wounds. Anything out of my league, and we'll get Della to help. Even if you're not injured physically, you will be emotionally, and I'll be there for you. If that means you want to be held for hours, I can do that. Or, if it means the last thing you want is for someone else to touch you, I'll be fine with that too."

"Thanks, Parker," I said, and I was so moved by his patience and sympathy, that a new thought occurred to me. I pulled him back on top of me in bed, and looked up at his face. "Parker, I have something I want to ask you."

"Anything, my sweet," he said to me.

"I know this flies in the face of everything we agreed to last night about taking our relationship at a really slow pace, but hear me out. The truth is, I'd really love if you'd make love to me tonight. Top me."

He put his loving hand on my cheek. "In order to, you know, open you up in preparation for Syd the next day?"

"Syd won't be gentle or slow," I said. "But he's for all intents and purposes your identical twin, which means you're the best person to prepare me for him."

"That's very, very sweet," he said. "But it shouldn't be me who does that. You need to find someone one who has a, well, a more manageable penis. Mine is much too large. That may sound like a boast, but it's anything but. I wish I was a lot smaller than I am, believe me. It would have made things a lot easier for me and my lovers over the years. Jake, it's not just false leg and my pointy teeth that make me a freak. Most of my past lovers never even volunteered to touch my penis. I've learned to pleasure just with my hands and mouth instead."

I put my arms around his neck, and looked imploringly into his eyes. "I don't want to find a smaller man to have sex with," I said. "Look, the stretching me out piece of this is really just the smaller motivation. The real issue is, I just don't want my first time to be with Syd because he means nothing to me. I want it to be with you, Parker. I want it to be with the one person who is my perfect match."

He rubbed my face lovingly, his expression full of kind pride, his eyes almost looking like they turned misty. "Aww, that is so, so sweet. I would LOVE to be the honored man who gets to take your virginity. That sounds like heaven to me. But more importantly, I do not want to hurt you, and I know that's what would happen if I topped you. So, Jake, I'm going to regretfully decline. And I'll tell you this, if, at some point in the future, you should decide that you want me to top you, it'll will be just as special to me then no matter how many other guys you've been with since, because I care about you so much. And if you decide you never want me to top you, that won't make me care any less about you either."

"Parker, the truest gentleman in Texas," I said, smiling. "But that's exactly why I need you to be my first, Parker. No one else would ever have the patience and the self-control to take things slowly in order not to hurt me. Isn't that right?"

"Perhaps. But I just, I just can't stand the idea of doing anything with you that would hurt you."

"Syd will hurt me tomorrow, that's a fact. But your actions tonight will make that pain be as tolerable as possible. By sparing me this pain tonight, under a controlled environment, you're subjecting me to potentially greater pain from someone who has no willpower. So, it may seem like you're taking advantage of me tonight, but really you're doing something heroic by topping me. Please, please, will you do it?"

He groaned. "Alright then, I'll do it under one condition," he said.

"What?"

"That the second anything I'm doing causes you pain, discomfort, or bothers you in any way, you tell me and we'll stop. For good."

"Yes, yes, that's fine," I said.

He smiled in absolute delight, clearly moved beyond belief, as he lowered his head and gave me a sweet, appreciative kiss. "Promise me, then, I'll get you unobstructed from dinner on," he said. "I don't want either one of us distracted tonight by anything out there. When we come together for supper, we'll leave all of that at the door, and just be free to concentrate on each other."

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I would want as well. But Parker, are you sure you can handle this given that you wanted to take things slow?"

"If this was under normal circumstances, I would not have let you asked me to top you until many, many years of dating. Perhaps never. And I would have helped prepare you for weeks in advance."

"I know. I feel so bad that I'm asking you to skip ahead to that stage like this."

"It's alright," he said, rubbing my forehead. "We can't always choose the circumstances we live with."

"Parker, you really need to leave, or you'll be late for the promise you made for Della."

"And I shouldn't be breaking my promises anymore than you should, though given everything, I want to leave your arms less than ever."

"Look forward to tonight then, when we'll be together," I said.

"Okay, just remember that being together does not have to involve me topping you. I'll love it just as much if that's not the end result of the evening."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He kissed me again with love, then got up and left, his face so contented and bright as he left the apartment, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had whistled a merry tune on his way to the lab. After he was gone, I lay in bed for awhile, not able to sleep, but enjoying the happy feeling Parker had left in me.

Not too long after that, I heard Parker's polite knock at the door. "Come in," I said. "Did you forget something?"

He popped in, holding a bag in his hand. "Just wanted to the chance to bring you breakfast in bed," he said. "Pretty paltry offerings, and real breakfast in bed shouldn't be hastily given with the deliverer running off, but here it is anyway." He set the breakfast on the bed. "I got you all healthy food, as you like it."

"Thanks, Parker, this is so sweet."

"And hey, I just checked the stores downstairs, and they don't have any lube. I don't have any either, but you're going to need it tonight, if you decide to go through with that. Could you get some from Syd today? I'm sure he has plenty."

"Sure. Now you'd better hurry to the lab!"

"I'm running there now," he said, running over, giving me one last kiss, and then hurrying out the door.

I actually took my breakfast over to the table so I wouldn't spill any crumbs in bed. After I had finished, I took a long bath, and I once again slipped a couple fingers inside me, feeling hopeful when they got in a bit easier than the day before. After I got dressed, I lounged around for a while reading one of Ahmad's books.

I wanted to see how Syd was doing, so I left Parker's place. Realizing it was lunch time, I went down to the mess hall to get lunch for both Syd and I. On my way up to Syd's place, I was too happily distracted with thoughts about Parker to become consciously aware of the empty chair that had been propped up beside Syd's door. I was also too distracted to remember to knock, so I just let myself in, carrying the bags of food in my hands.

"You!"

I was shocked out of my daydreams by a large, heavy purse being swung at my person, knocking me first in the chest, then in the face. I turned to see the thick arm holding the purse led to a large woman dressed in an old fashioned, white nurse's dress. I saw the older, brown-haired nurse that had been Tucker's personal attendant throw her purse at my face, and I defensively moved my arms up to protect myself. "Stop!"

"Why do you always come to interfere with all my patients!" she demanded, still hitting me.

"Whoa, Nurse, whoa!" Syd said from his bed. "It's okay, he's a friend."

"He's no friend of mine!" the nurse said angrily.

"Wait a second, you two have some sort of history going on, dontcha?" Syd asked. "Did he fuck you and leave you high and dry, is that it?"

"I would never, ever!" she said, scandalized. "I was responsible for looking after Tucker when he was ill. First thing I did was I took away any alcohol he had hidden. I leave this one alone with him for two minutes, and next thing ya know, Tucker's as drunk as a sailor. Found a whole bottle of whiskey under his mattress."

"Jake, shame on you!" Syd said. "What would your good Christian mother think?"

"It wasn't like that," I said. "I had to deliver the alcohol, because he paid me for it."

"This is not the least bit surprising," Syd said. "Jake is known for being the most notorious alcohol smuggler in the West, known specifically for preying on the terminally ill. He figures, they won't live to tell anyone about his crimes, ain't that right, Jakey?"

"No, that's preposterous."

"He's lyin' through his teeth," Syd said. "Don't trust him."

"Look, I'm just here to eat lunch with Syd," I said.

"Oh, yeah, like I'm dumb enough to believe that," the nurse said. "If that's true, you wouldn't mind if I searched your bag would you?"

"I don't mind at all," I said, handing her the bag. "There's no alcohol in there at all."

She took my bag and started going through it suspiciously.

"Better check for drugs too," Syd said. "He deals those as well."

"There's no drug there," I said.

"You can have the mac and cheese," she said, handing me Syd's lunch. "But I'm confiscating the rest of this. You cannot tell me this is supposed to be food. Looks like contraband to me."

"What, my hummus?" I asked.

"There's no way I'm letting anyone smoke that, um, brown substance, whatever you call it."

"That's my lunch!"

"Uh-huh, sure, well, if it's really edible, then I'd like to see you eat it."

"Fine," I said.

I took the hummus, dipped a piece of pita bread into it, and placed a huge amount of it onto my tongue.

"Oh, sick!" she said. "I want to see you finish eating that before I put you anywhere near the patient."

"Alright, fine," I said. I ate my food while Syd dug into his lunch.

"Now you can approach him," she said to me. "Don't try anything funny."

"I wouldn't trust him so easily," Syd said. "We best strip him down and give him a cavity search. I'll do the honors myself."

"No, I'll just leave," I said.

"He should be fine, nurse," Syd said, quickly changing his tune. "Could you leave us alone for a bit?"

"Absolutely not," she said. "I'm not letting him out of my sight."

"You know what? I have some body aches. Can you please get me some pain killers?"

"I have morphine in my bag."

"No, that's way too strong. I just need a couple aspirin, could you find me some?"

"I, I'll have to go downstairs."

"That's fine," he said. "I'll wait here."

"I'll get some, if this one waits outside for me to come back," she said.

"That's fine," Syd said.

"You'd better not try and go in there while I'm gone," she said to me after she had made me leave the room. She marched off angrily.

"Jakey, come back in," Syd said through the door.

I poked my head in. "Are you sure I should be in here?"

"It's fine," he said. "She has a heavy walk. I can hear her comin,' and I'll tell ya when you should go back outside."

I shut the door behind me and stepped in. "How are you feeling?"

Syd was still on his IV line, but a cardio-respiratory monitor and an oxygen machine had been installed, though both seemed out of use at the moment.

"A bit better since Della came, but still, ya know, dying. And if death wasn't sucky enough, I had to get assigned little Nurse Ratched here. Why couldn't I have gotten a smoking hot nurse instead of an ox like her? And she never listens to me, she just tries to bully me into doing what she wants. I tried very hard to turn on the patented Syd charm, to show off my studly body, but she doesn't give a flying fuck. I tell ya, she must be as much a lesbian as aunt Della."

I wanted to point out to him how conceited he was to believe that if there was any woman who could resist him, they must have been a lesbian. But something made me hold my tongue. I guess it was the possibility that Syd's charms would no longer work on anyone anymore, because he was too sick, and he wasn't getting any better. There was something sad about that, so I didn't disagree. "Yup, probably so. Maybe Della would have better luck charming her."

"She's already charmed by Della. When she's around, Nurse Ratched behaves. I know she's loyal to my father, and I keep worrying about her slipping me some cyanide pill or something. But I'm going to die anyway, so I guess I shouldn't give a shit."

"Is there anything I can do to help with today?"

"You mean `sides me drinking your blood?"

"Yes, besides that. You'll get a chance at that tomorrow, won't you?"

"I've been dreaming about that since yesterday. Yes, actually, there is something you can help me with." He reached over and grabbed a couple blood packets from his nightstand.

"Oh, good, I see they actually followed through with delivering those," I said.

"Yes," he said. "But I just hate drinking the cold blood, and when I'm sick, it just makes it all the harder. I tried to drink the blood this morning, but I couldn't swallow it without gagging."

"Syd, I'm sorry, but I told you, you're not getting my blood today."

"Listen, I know, that's not what I'm asking for," he said. He pointed up to the skylight. "But look, it's a sunny day today, and if ya don't want me to go all melty again, I'll have to drink this blood quickly."

"I know," I said. "If you can't take it orally, why don't we get Della to give you a transfusion?"

"Christ, Jakey, don't ya know anything `bout vampires yet?"

"How can I, when I've been cursed with you as my vampire mentor?"

"Well, fanged vamps have to drink blood daily or they won't be able to go in the sun and eventually they go all hibernation-like. Blood transfusions won't help that. They only thing those would help, is if a vampire suffered a whole lot of blood loss from an injury. Giving a blood transfusion would make them heal faster, especially if it were vampire blood."

"Ah, okay," I said. "So what can I do to help you get the blood down?"

"Just come over here, Jakey, and let me get real close to you. So I can smell your blood. That should get me going,"

"I'm not getting into bed with you."

"Damn, alright, then just sit on the edge of the bed here." He sat up and patted the space on the bed next to him.

"Ugh, alright," I said.

I sat down on the bed, facing away from him. I felt him sit up behind me, saw him grab the blood packets and put them to his face. Heard him sniffing behind me.

"This ain't working," he said. "I'm so stuffed up, all I can smell on ya is your shirt's detergent. Could ya take it off, please?"

I groaned. "Is that really necessary?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, but I'm not taking off my pants."

I pulled off my shirt and set it aside. He straddled me from behind, his naked legs pressing against the outside of my pants. I could feel his furry pecs on my back, his abs against my spine. He put his arms around me and rubbed my chest with his hands.

He took a deep whiff of my left neck area. "There, that's much better," he said. "Now I can really smell yer sexy blood. Yeah."

I shut my eyes, trying to make this moment go as quickly as possible.

I could feel him responding to me behind me. What had once been a soft unit stuck against my lower back had turned into a firm rod, sticking all the way up my spine. At the same time, I felt his fangs lightly poke the side of my neck (not actually cutting me).

He took his right hand off me and leaned his head a bit back. I could hear him holding the blood packets up to his mouth. Instead of sipping them through the straw, he ripped then open with his fangs, and I could feel some of the blood drip on my back. It was a good thing I had removed my shirt. Also, he was getting a huge amount of sticky precum all over my upper back, where his hard dick thrust against my spine.

As he drank down the blood, I felt his left hand leave my chest and fondle my butt, his hand getting in past my pants and underwear, directly on my skin. "I said my pants stay on!"

"I know that," he said. "I was just getting a sample of the meal I'll be getting tomorrow."

I heard the door swing open. "What the hell is going on?!?" came a furious voice.

I turned to see this Nurse Ratched had just stormed into the room, her face livid and horrified at what she was seeing, and I was equally angry at Syd for failing to warn me.

"I TOLD YOU to wait outside!"

"Listen, it's alright," Syd said. "I made him strip down and do a cavity search, and he was clean. And he was begging me for some lovin,' so I gave it to him, ain't that right?"

She looked at me evilly. "Get away from the bed, right now," she said to me. "How perverted of you to prey sexually on a dying man. You should be locked up."

"That is not at all what I was doing here," I said to her.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Listen, Nurse Ratched, I'm being honest."

She narrowed her eyes. "What did you just call me?"

"Uh-oh," Syd said. "Abort, Jakey, abort."

"Nurse Ratched," I said. "That's your name, right?"

She looked more pissed than ever. "No, it most certainly is not, but if you think you can just call me that without me understanding the reference, you got another thing coming!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. What reference? "You know what, I'll just leave now."

"That's the first smart choice you've made since you got here," she said.

"No, I don't want him to go so soon," Syd said. "He's sticking around."

"Well, if he's sticking around, I'm sitting here and watching his every move," the nurse said, pulling up a chair and sitting.

I walked over to Syd's bathroom as she watched me and wiped spilt blood off my back. Then I put my shirt back on and sat down next to Syd, watching him nap for a couple hours.

A knock at the front door finally woke Syd up, and the nurse went to answer it. "A delivery for a bouquet of flowers," she said, carrying a very large live tulip plant in a very fancy pot.

"Ah," Syd said. "I'm sure news has gotten around that I'm dying, and all those hundreds of ladies who loved their hot sex with me will be devastated. I don't blame `em. Frankly, I'm surprised it's taken this long for me to get something. Just start a collection over on the desk."

"Actually, these are for you," she said to me.

"Me? I think you have the wrong person."

"Are you Jake Groves?" she asked, reading the envelope.

"Yes, well, oh my, thank you."

She handed me the pot.

"Ahhh," Syd said. "I should have known better. Those ain't So sorry yer about to eat it' flowers. They're Thanks for the hot ass you gave up last night' flowers. Jakey, who you let fuck you?"

"That's not what these are," I said.

"Ohh, you let more than one guy fuck yer ass yesterday, didn't ya? Better open the card and find out who they are from."

"Actually, the outside of the envelope said `in celebration of your birthday,'" the nurse said.

I smiled, tickled, and had to count dates in my head again to make sure this was indeed my birthday. How had Parker known? He must have gotten it from Syd. And Parker had remembered I hated cut flowers but loved potted plants, which made me so happy.

"No shit, is it yer birthday today, Jakey?" Syd asked, and that blew apart any theory that Parker had known because Syd informed him.

"Perhaps," I said. "Though I really was trying to keep it a secret."

"Why the hell would ya wanna keep your birthday a secret? Oh shit, is this yer fortieth, or something? Feelin' a bit over the hill?"

"No, are you insane?" I asked. "I'm nineteen today. And given that I do not age, I don't think I'll ever feel over the hill. Given that each one of my previous birthdays for years was marked by a timely birthday card in the mail from you, I'm surprised you've forgotten."

"Those were never sent out by me, Jakey. I had Cornelius keep track of your birthday and send them out. I obviously couldn't care less `bout it myself. But darlin,' why doncha climb into my bed and let me wish you a happy birthday the best way I know how? Make yer birthday wishes come true. We could push up the fuckin' you promised me to today, no problemo. I'll show ya the biggest fuckin' birthday candle you ever saw."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm taking these over to Parker's," I said.

As soon as I was alone in the hall, I looked them over. There was a small envelope on them with my name on it, and I opened it. Inside, the card read, "Happy Birthday. Meet me at my apartment at seven. P.L."

I couldn't help but smile like a giddy schoolgirl as I finished reading the note. After I dropped the flowers in Parker's empty apartment, I went to the gym in the late afternoon, loving the feeling of getting my muscles a good workout. When I was finished, I went to Parker's place. It was vacant, so I took a long bath, first cleaning myself up real well from the workout, then using the opportunity to stretch myself out with my fingers again.

By the time I finished getting washed up, I dressed, putting on my nicest slacks and button up for dinner, wondering if I should add in a coat or tie. By the time I decided not to go any more formal, it was about ten to seven. I set the table for our dinner, and I sat down to read my book.

At exactly seven, there came a polite knock on the door, and I knew it was Parker. "Come in," I said.

The front door opened, then shut again, and at first I thought someone beside Parker had realized they had the wrong apartment and left, but then I heard. "Happy birthday, my sweet," and I realized he was invisible.

"Parker!" I said, jumping out of my seat. "Why are you invisible? If you turn visible, I'll give you a hello kiss."

"That sounds lovely, but first I want you to close your eyes," he said.

"I always close my eyes when I'm kissing you, Parker," I said, shutting them.

"Very good," he said.

I puckered my lips, but all I felt was soft cloth against my eyes, then being pulled back across my temples and tied behind my head. "A blindfold?" I asked. "Is that really necessary?"

"Indeed," he said. But I felt his lips on mine then as he gave me a warm greeting kiss.

"As long as you keep giving me kisses like that, you can blindfold me all you like," I said smiling.

"You won't be blindfolded long, I promise you," he said. He took my left hand in his right and brought it up to his lips, kissing it tenderly. "I want you to come with me. Do you trust me?"

"Of course!"

He pulled me gently towards the front door, opened it, and led me through. He put his arm around my waist, guiding me down the hallway. "Do you know where we are going?" he asked me.

"I have no clue, but it doesn't seem like anywhere I've been before."

"No, it's not," he said. We walked through the hallways for quite some time until we finally stopped. "Go ahead, Jake. Reach out and touch it."

I put my hands in front of me, and felt wood. I found a doorknob. "Should I open it?"

"Of course."

I opened the door, and Parker guided me inside from behind. Immediately my ears took note: not only did I hear Parker closing the door from behind me, there was music playing in the room. Classical music on Parker's old player, his most romantic pieces, I realized with approval.

"Alright, my sweet, are you ready for the blindfold to come off?"

"Yes, quite ready."

As soon as he took it off, the first thing I saw was him standing before me. He was wearing a dark suit I had never seen him wear before, a fancier Victorian-like tux, complete with a bow tie. "Wow, you look very dapper, Parker! So handsome! And I didn't even wear a tie!"

"You look absolutely splendid just as you are," he said. "Jake, look around you."

I looked around, realizing that my intuition hadn't been wrong; we were standing in a room that I had definitely never seen before. It was someone's apartment, that much was clear. It was even larger than Rose's apartment had been, complete with huge, beautiful ceilings. We were standing in the main room of the dwelling, which contained a kitchen, a full, fancy dining room area, and a sitting area. Two doors at the back end of the apartment must have led to the bedrooms.

"Do you like it?" Parker asked me.

I looked around. "I love it," I said, noting how everything was clean and superbly decorated in a fancy, simple way, without any trace of the normal antlers or anything else that denoted this mansion as a hunting, Western abode. The room still looked old-fashioned and Victorian in décor, but if I were decorating a Victorian home, that was exactly what it would look like. "Who is the lucky person who owns this place?"

"It's yours, my sweet," Parker said. "Happy birthday."

"Mine? What do you mean?"

"I mean, your place."

"You mean, mine for the night?"

"No, I mean, yours for as long as you want. I talked to Cornelius today and warned him about what we heard. He was so thankful he agreed to give me the nicest vacant room in the house. I want it to be your place, Jake. You've spent enough time bunking with others with no real space of your own. I wanted to rectify that."

For the first time, I noticed the whole room was lit up by beautiful chandeliers and candlesticks, with giant red bows all over the place. Clearly he had gone through a lot of trouble to make this moment perfect.

I ran over to him, hugged him, and kissed him. "I love it!" I said. "This is the sweetest gift anyone has gotten for me, Parker. Thank you."

"You deserve it," he said.

"But I'm kind of sad that I won't be sharing quarters with you, Parker. I've really enjoyed that."

"Well, if you still feel like that after tonight, I'll move in with you here," he said.

"I'd love that!"

"I was actually thinking of asking you to move into my room permanently, but I wanted to take you somewhere special," he said. "I didn't want us to have to live in my confined apartment, with Annie's various messes still major eyesores. I didn't want us to have to live in a place that has all the weight and history of my apartment. I wanted the place to be all about you, or at the very least, to be about the two of us starting something beautiful together."

"I know the perfect way to celebrate the two of us starting something beautiful together, Parker," I said. "I'll run down to the mess hall and get some dinner, and we can break in our wonderful new dining table."

"Nope, tonight, you're not doing anything but being pampered," he said. He led me to the dining room table and sat me down in one of the seats (not at the head or foot of the table, but on one of the long sides). "Can I trust you to keep your eyes shut without the blindfold?"

"Of course," I said, shutting my eyes again.

I heard him moving to and fro around the room, bringing various things to the table, many of which clearly were dishes. "Mmm, something smells good. Can I open my eyes?"

"Nope, not yet."

"Okay, I'll be good."

After a few more things were brought, I heard him pull out the chair directly across the table from me and take a seat. I felt his knees hitting mine, his right hand lovingly touching my right knee. "Okay, now you can open them."

I opened my eyes, and smiled immediately. Right in front of me, was a fancy table setting with beautiful china and silver. To the left and right of me, were little plates filled with neatly cut pieces of meat, fish, chicken, and tasty looking veggies. There were also small dishes filled with various sauces. Right in front of me, between Parker and I on the table, was a large, ornate pot filled with boiling broth, propped up off the tabletop by an ingenious, clearly homemade device that looked like it had come from Parker's chem lab. Beneath the pot, a Bunsen burner was heating the broth. Across the boiling pot of broth fondue, Parker's handsome face was staring into my eyes, smiling delightfully.

"Parker, this is my absolute favorite!"

"Well, I hope it lives up to your expectation. Again, happy birthday."

I was so moved; I got up and ran to the other side of the table, sat on his lap, straddled his chest, and kissed him deeply. "I know this isn't exactly polite dinner behavior, but I just couldn't help but show my appreciation. This is so, so sweet of you to do this. You are the nicest guy ever, Parker."

He kissed me again, his smile as wide as ever. "I just want to make you happy, Jake. See that cute smile on your face. I'm never going to stop wanting to make you happy. You'll see, centuries from now, you'll be getting sick of me, but I'll keep doing everything I can to make you happy."

I got off his lap and went back to sit down again at my side of the table. "How'd you manage this?"

"I couldn't find a fondue set in all the Territory, so I had to recreate one myself, as you can see."

"And the food?"

"That was the easy part," he said. "I'm a decent chef, and this was all mostly about finding fresh, wonderful Territory meats and vegetables and cutting them nicely. The sauces were easy as well."

"And the broth?" I said, smelling the fragrant steam coming off of it.

"Chicken stock mixed with some of the finest Territory beer and spices. Actually, the one part that I couldn't find were the little forks. We'll have to settle for normal forks to cook our food in."

"That's totally fine," I said. "Do you want to start?"

"Why don't you do the honors?" he said. "Oh wait, I forgot!" He got up from the table and came back with a bottle in a bucket of ice and two crystal flutes. He popped open the champagne.

"Oh, how festive. I thought they didn't have champagne in the Territory?"

"They don't. I sort of smuggled it into the Territory from France," he said, pouring me a glass, and then filling up his own.

He lifted his glass up, and looked me in the eye, and I followed suit.

"Here's to you, on this wonderful occasion," he said, starting his toast. "You know I'm an atheist, my sweet, and I've never believed in fate. But the day you came strolling into my cloudy-gray life, overflowing me with your blue skies, it made me rethink that credence, because how could the one person so perfect for me come into my life by chance alone? So, here's to the prospect of us having countless nights as good as this one and even better in the years to come."

"Oh my goodness, that was so touching, I'm about to cry," I said.

"This is the part where you're supposed to take a drink, my sweet," he said, placing his left hand on my right knee under the table.

"Oh yeah!" I took a sip, mirroring his actions. "Parker, this is such good bubbly."

I stuck a fork in piece of chicken, and put it in the broth. Parker did the same with a piece of steak. "Mmm, this chicken is so good. Wow, the sauce you made really is wonderful, and I can taste the tasty broth flavors in the chicken. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"I don't know, picked it up here and there. It's a lot like chemistry, isn't it? Here, try this filet mignon."

He lifted his fork-pierced piece of cooked meat and raised it to my mouth. I opened wide, accepting the steak, and chewing it as he pulled the fork out of my mouth. "Mmm, so good!"

A little into the meal, Parker pulled one of his forks out of the broth, and he looked at the end of it, surprised to find it empty. "I swear there was a mushroom on the end of that fork when I put it in."

I laughed. "Oh, I forgot. Tradition says, if you lose your food in the pot, you have to kiss the person you're with."

"So, I have to kiss you now?"

"That's right."

"You mean, I GET to kiss you now!" He leaned over and gave me a sweet, romantic kiss, with just a little bit of tongue. "Mmm, you taste so good, even better than the meal. I'm not sure how getting to kiss you is supposed to be punishment for me losing my food. Sounds like a dream come true for me. Talk about positive reinforcement. I may be losing food left and right. Oops, I just lost another piece, right then." He purposely pushed the potato free of his second fork and raised it up to show me with a smile.

"You are incorrigible," I said, laughing as he kissed me again.

"It's not hard to lose a morsel or two in that slippery broth," he said. "Your time will come, to be sure."

"I'm an expert at this, Parker," I said. "I've got all the technique down. I haven't lost a piece of food since I was a child."

"Oh, really?" he said. "Sounds like quite as bold boast. Better look down at your fork, my sweet."

I lifted the fork of meat I had in the broth up, but found it was empty. "What? I can't believe that! I pierced the meat so carefully!"

"Looks like someone owes me a kiss!" he said, laughing.

"Alright, alright, time to pay up." I leaned across the table and kissed him, while he put his hands around to the back of my head and caressed me as he playfully licked the inside of my mouth with his tongue.

After I pulled away from him, he had a mischievous grin on his face. "I may have sabotaged your meat, my sweet, but it was well worth it," he said, lifting his own fork out of the broth and showing me he had both his carrot and my piece of meat stuck to it.

"I knew I shouldn't have lost that one! Parker, you are such a deviant!"

"What can I say? Deviance runs in the family. I'm truly sorry, my sweet, but it was irresistible."

"Just for that, you owe me my kiss back," I said.

"Ooo, I like the idea of that." He leaned over and gave me an extra long kiss. "Once again, your choice of punishment for me isn't doing much to dissuade me."

By the time we had finished dinner, Parker had conned three more kisses from me. Obviously, fondue was about as slow a dinner as one can have, and when you stop every second to talk and laugh with the person you are eating with, it goes even slower. By the time all the food was gone and our champagne bottle was empty, I assumed that would be the end. "That was wonderful, Parker. The best dinner I can remember. Should we clean up now?"

"There will be no WE involved in any cleaning up," he said. "I made the mess, I'll clean it up. Just leave it for me. But wait, don't get up from the table yet."

"Why not?"

"There's one more teensy little thing. Close your eyes again."

"Okay," I said, smiling and clamping my eyes shut.

I heard him run off, grab something, and return to the table. "Okay, you can open them."

Parker was sitting across from me just like before, only now, there was a small present on the table, wrapped very well. "Parker, I thought my present was the apartment?" I asked. "You've gotten me too much already."

"Your large present was the apartment," he said. "But, funny thing, the apartment turned out not to make the most wrap-able present. And I absolutely had to show off my superhuman wrapping skills to you. So, I got something small just for the occasion. Happy birthday."

"This better be small," I said. "And I don't mean in stature."

"It's not a major gift at all, I promise."

I opened the wrapping carefully, not wanting to rip through the paper, until I had just an unmarked box in front of me. I opened it up, and my eyes went wide with excitement.

"My things! You got my things back!" I pulled out my wallet, my phone, and the phone charger. "This is so, so wonderful, Parker. How did you ever get Syd to let them go?"

"I had to make a sinful deal with him," he said, and I wondered what kind of sin he was referring to. "I had a very old, possibly unique Scotch Whiskey in my collection that he has been coveting for decades. The funny part about this is when I purchased mine, I got one for him as well, knowing he was by far the bigger fan of alcoholic drinks. Even though I told him he should age the Scotch for as long as he could to improve the flavor, he downed it on the spot, saying it was just decent at the time."

"He has no concept of delayed gratification."

"No he doesn't. And he's spending tonight drinking the old Scotch I traded to get those items for you."

"I feel so bad, having you trade something so valuable for my things," I said. "Now you'll never get to see what that whiskey tasted like."

He leaned over and gave me another kiss. "Sweetheart, don't you understand? The drink could have been aged ambrosia itself, and still, it would have paled in comparison to the wonderful flavor of your kiss. Go ahead and turn the phone on, Jake. You told me the third day you'd come into my life that all you wanted for your birthday was to be back with your best friend. I'm afraid I couldn't make that happen, so this will have to suffice. Now you can call your family any time you deem fit."

I smiled as I turned on the phone. There were all sorts of incoming texts and voice messages. "Do you mind if I just listen to my messages real fast?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said. "It makes me happy to see you happy."

I listened to my voice messages. I started to cry when my mother called me early in the morning, wanting to be the first one to wish me a happy birthday, telling me would she wanted to send a present, and needed a mailing address. And the tears kept coming when I heard my brother's voicemail. Ahmad's was easily as touching, telling me he was sorry to miss his best friend's birthday, and asking for my mailing address in Montana.

When I hung up, I noticed Parker was still sitting across from me, smiling at me and holding my hand. Amazingly, I could see a bit of mistiness in his eyes as well, just the reaction of seeing me so moved.

"I'm sorry," I said, wiping my tears away. "I'm really not such a weak and dependant person that being away from them for so long would make me cry. But now, hearing their voices has moved me way more than I expected."

"It's because of all of the trials you've faced while you've been away, Jake," he said. "It feels like an eternity has gone by without them around."

"Yes, that's it exactly. Parker, you've made me so happy. These are really the best birthday presents I've ever received." I leaned across the table and gave him a long hug.

"There's one more thing. Shut your eyes one last time."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

I shut my eyes. I could hear dishes being removed from the table, clearly he was a least tidying up, even if he wasn't washing dishes.

Finally, only after I felt him sit down again across from me, did he say, "Open your eyes."

As soon as I did, I made a huge giddy gasp and started to clap. "Parker, you made chocolate fondue!"

"I did, dark chocolate with a bit of liqueur," he said. "I know you only like to splurge if it's a special occasion. I hope tonight merits it, my sweet."

"Oh, it does, it definitely does. This is so, so romantic," I said. "Thank you, Parker."

"Don't worry, I just made a small amount. I know you're a fan of moderation."

Cooking in the new pot in front of us was the steaming black chocolate. Around the table were little things to dip in it: assorted fruits cut attractively, marshmallows, pound cake, and cheesecake.

"I must admit I did not personally have time to make the cake in this desert," Parker said. "I picked those up from the mess hall downstairs."

"I'll try not to hold that against you," I joked. "And there's a candle!"

I noticed that in the cheesecake, he had set up and lit a small birthday candle.

"I'm all for sensible traditions," he said. "So, you'll have to hear me break into song before you blow it out. I have to warn you that there really only is one singer amongst the Logan men. The rest of us came up short in that department."

"As long as your singing voice doesn't have Syd's cocky twang, I'll love it." He started to sing my happy birthday, and when he was done, I told him, "You sing wonderfully."

"Blow out the candle."

I did, he clapped, and I took a slice of pineapple and dipped it into the chocolate. "Now, I've never been on a date while eating fondue," I said. "But I know some folks in those circumstances have a tradition with the dessert fondue that the couple has to feed each other the food. Are you up for it?"

"I wouldn't want to stand in the way of years of good tradition," he said.

I used my fork to move the pineapple right to his beautiful, waiting lips. He opened his mouth and carefully bit into the chocolate covered morsel. "How is it?"

"Not as sweet as your kisses, but still good. But I wanted you to be the first one to try it."

"Too slow," I said,

He got a marshmallow, dipped it into the chocolate, blew on it some to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then raised the fork to my mouth. "Mmmm, this is so good," I said honestly as soon as I had swallowed my piece. "This chocolate recipe is to die for."

"Are you sure it wasn't too hot?" he asked. "I didn't burn your tongue, did I, my sweet?"

"No, it was just right."

"Thank god. I'm not the best at judging when something is too hot," he said. "I mean, I'd probably be fine just using my hands to dip into this chocolate, skipping the fork, and I wouldn't burn."

I laughed. "Really?" I asked. "Try it and see!"

"You don't mind me dipping my fingers in the chocolate?"

"Parker, no one has cleaner hands than you. Except maybe me. Really, I don't mind. Just please don't hurt yourself."

"I won't," he said. "Okay, here it goes."

He grabbed a piece of pound cake in his hand, clamped between his thumb and index fingers. He lifted the cake up and lowered it into the steaming liquid.

"Careful," I said, but he showed no sign that the heat bothered him.

He pulled his fingers and the cake out of the chocolate, brought it to his handsome face, blew on it, then offered it lovingly to my lips, as he reached around with his left hand and cradled the back of my head. I opened my mouth and let him place the cake on my tongue, using my lips to squeeze off the residual chocolate from his strong, manly fingers. "Mmm, heavenly," I said. "It's settled, you're not allowed to feed me with your fork anymore, not when your fingers taste so good."

"I won't argue with that one," he said.

I used my fork to feed him a piece of cheesecake covered with chocolate, then a raspberry.

He fed me a couple more bites, with each time me managing to suck more and more of his fingers.

Finally, there was one strawberry left. "That's yours," I said.

"You should get the last one. You're the birthday boy."

"Nope, you should," I said. I dipped the strawberry in chocolate and stuck it in my mouth, holding it between my teeth.

"Did you change your mind?"

I shook my head "no." I leaned across the table and brought my mouth to his lips. I reached around his neck and pushed the strawberry into his mouth with my tongue. At the same time, I licked around his mouth and lips, kissing him properly before pulling away, leaving him with a smile.

As soon as he had swallowed it down, he said. "That was very, very sexy, my sweet."

"You know what would be even sexier?" I asked, rising my eyebrow.

"What?" he asked, curious.

"If you fed me some of the chocolate with your fingers."

He laughed. "That does sound sexy," he said. He dipped his index and middle fingers into the chocolate, scooping up a good amount. "Here it comes." He stuck his sexy fingers into my waiting mouth, and I locked my lips around them, licking away the chocolate furiously. "Ooooh, very alluring!" he pulled his fingers out and they were totally clean again.

"So, that was the best dessert ever," I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin. I raised an eyebrow. "Any ideas on how we might pass the time for the rest of the evening?"

"Yes, I did, in fact," Parker said. "And I don't want to hear any groaning when I tell you."

"What is it?" I almost didn't want to ask. I was sure he would have us playing Pinochle all night or something equally dry.

"Hold on just a second." He popped up from his chair, went to the gramophone, took off the classical music that had been on, and replaced it with a new record. Old fashioned country-western music came on, a jaunty, catchy selection. He approached me at the table and held out his hand as an offering. "May I have this dance?"

I laughed. "Yes, I'd love to."

I accepted his arm and got up. He led me to a large empty floor section in the middle of the apartment that clearly he had set up beforehand as a dance floor. He clasped my left hand in his right hand, and put his right arm around my waist. I put my arm around his neck, and he led us into the fast-paced dance moves.

We danced, and we danced, and we danced, clearly working off all the calories we had eaten in the dessert, and then some. All the while, we laughed and we chatted, both of us having an absolute, carefree blast.

After a good long while, when my breathing was getting a bit labored, I said, "I think I have a slow dance coming to me."

He smiled happily. "I was waiting for you to say something. I'd love a slow dance. Let me just switch the music." He ran over to the gramophone, removed his record, and put a new one on. He was back in my arms by the time the music started, holding my body totally against my own this time, with not an inch between us.

The song started: "Wise men say, Only fools rush in."

"Holy crap!" I said, brimming over with excitement. "It's Elvis!"

"It is!"

"Where did you find this?"

He laughed. "I have my ways." I knew that it couldn't have been easy for him, and hoped he hadn't given away any other prized treasure of his in order to please me.

"Now that you're hearing it, don't you recognize it?"

"Can't say that I do, but that doesn't mean that I don't already love it," he said. "I've been listening to it all day, dreaming about you. Poor Della was ready to burn the record by the end of the day."

"Aww, this is the sweetest song you could have possibly picked for me." I put my head on Parker's shoulder as he led us gently around in the dance, our bodies joined together adoringly.

Parker started to sing along with Elvis: "Like a river flows surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be." He kissed my forehead, and then continued. "Take my hand," he said, squeezing my hand in his. "Take my whole life too. For I can't help, falling in love with you."

I was so, so profoundly moved, all of it making my heart swell so much, I was close to tears. I leaned up and kissed him as we danced, trying to show him some of the love I was feeling for him in my lips, because I was at a loss for words. His kiss returned the feelings with every part of his soul.

Finally, I pulled off him and rested my head on his shoulder again.

"I think this should be our song, my sweet," Parker said.

"Yes, yes, it will be. It's perfect."

"Take my hand, take my whole life too," Parker sang.

And I joined in with him: "For I can't help falling in love with you."

When the song ended, it started again on repeat, and we just held each other tightly in absolute bliss.

"My sweet, I want you to know, this has already been one of the best evenings in my life."

"I feel the same way, the best birthday, and it's all because of you, Parker. Thanks so much."

"I think it's all because of you. This evening could not be better in my opinion, if it ended like this. I care so much about you, it doesn't matter to me if we ever consummate those feelings or not. I'll never lose my passion for you, my desire. So, I want you to rethink not going through with the rest of your plans tonight. We don't have to go any further than us dancing to our song."

"That's very sweet, Parker. I know if I told you I never wanted to have sex with you, you'd never think any less of me."

"Or feel any less for you."

"I know that, and it's exactly why I know you appreciate me for who I am instead of what I look like or what my blood tastes like. And I hope you know the same about my feelings for you."

"I do, that's one of the things I love most about you."

"But let this be an answer to your suggestion that we go no further tonight," I said.

I pulled off his dark coat and set it aside, along with his vest. I felt his strong muscles through his white button up, my fingers exhilarating in the contact of his buff arms and shoulders, then going down to his chest. I could see his nipples poke through, which I teased, and then I felt his abs through the shirt as well.

I untied his bowtie and started to unbutton the collar of his shirt.

"You don't have to take that off," he said to me.

"I want to," I said.

I pulled the buttons apart until his huge pecs burst out. I ran my hands over the bare, hot skin, loving the feel of every beautiful blonde hair.

I ripped his shirt all the way open, and let my hands run over his perfect abs and obliques, marveling how hard they were even when he wasn't flexing. I ran my eager fingers over his treasure trail of short, soft blonde hairs all the way down to the top of his slacks.

I pulled his shirt completely off his arm, leaving him naked from the waist up. Holy crap, his upper body was so, so sexy. Uncovering it set me off sexually, and I just had to run my hands over his perfect, buff arms, one at a time, worshiping them. I stopped and kissed his left bicep, and then I kissed the spot where his arm met his body, and a bit of straight, blonde armpit hair was gathered.

"Mmm, oh Jake, that is so sexy."

I moved down and absolutely devoured his chest with my mouth, kissing and licking those muscled, round pecs, not minding that I was licking his chest hair too in the slightest. His nipples hardened when my mouth got to those, and I lightly bit into them.

"Enough of me, Jake, it's time your body got the treatment it deserves. Do you mind if I take off your shirt?"

"Nope," I said.

He smiled, and carefully unbuttoned my shirt, trying not to rip it as he took it off my body, leaving me just as bare from the waist up as he was.

He looked down my bare torso, and a huge smile came over his face. "Oh, Jake. Your bare upper body looks absolutely delightful, my sweet. I can't believe how smooth your beautiful skin is. In fact, I'm absolutely driven to kiss it all over, I can't be stopped."

He started littering my bare upper body with hundreds of loving kisses and adoring licks.

"Mmm, I could spend all night on nothing but what you had above the waist, my sweet," he said. "How about it?"

"I know you could, so could I, but I want more." I started removing my shoes and socks, then undoing my pants.

"You don't have to remove your pants, Jake. I don't want you to feel like you're degrading yourself for my benefit."

"I'm not degrading myself, I want to be free of them."

"Oh, my sweet, you'll drive me insane if you take those off now."

"I'm pretty sure that's overstatement, Parker." I pulled off my pants and boxers, and set them aside. Of course, I had been totally hard ever since the slow dancing had started.

Instantly, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Oh my lord! Jake, you can't understand how beautiful you are. Do you mind if I touch you?"

"I don't mind," I said.

"Tell me if I get too bold," he said. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

He lifted up my right foot, kissed it tenderly all over, then kissed up my right calf, taking his time with every little bit of me. "You have the most beautiful legs ever created," he said to me.

He kissed and licked his way up my thighs, adoring me with love. Then he set my right leg down and picked up my left one, starting again with my foot, and working his way up.

He moved behind me, and I felt the wonderful sensation of Parker's sweet kisses rain on my buttcheeks, lavishing them with attention, through he never kissed my crack or hole, probably considering such acts much too bold.

After swearing he could spend all night kissing my butt, he moved around me and started to give his kisses to my hard dick, which felt amazing.

"Parker, stand up," I said, pulling him back up to his feet.

He kissed me tenderly on the mouth, and I kissed him back eagerly. I could feel his fangs pop out in his mouth, and he tried to pull away again, but I wouldn't let him. I licked away at his fangs, showing him how much I loved every part of him.

As our tongues danced, I reached down and pulled Parker's belt off.

He broke off the kiss. "You don't have to take my pants off, Jake."

"Yes, I kind of do," I said.

"You could just open my fly, if you need to," he said. "No one has wanted to take my pants off since my accident."

"Parker, I absolutely want to take your pants off."

"Are you sure, my sweet? I would think seeing me like that would be the biggest mood killer ever."

"Positive."

I unzipped his pants and pulled then down to his ankles, leaving him in his cute white boxers. He had on his false leg which was designed to look more like his real one. And his legs looked tan, ripped, and totally alluring. I rubbed my hands around the knotted muscles of his hefty legs, taking in every little hair on the ridges of his quads and hamstrings, ending up at his inner thighs.

And there was his huge rod, hard and straining against the thin fabric of his white cotton boxers. Goodness, was it ever big, scary big, really. Precum had turned the area around his pink head wet, sticky, and translucent, and my mind dreamed about tasting the sweet substance.

"Parker, take off your shoes."

He kicked off his shoes and I removed his socks.

I kissed licked the top of his big manly foot, so clean and fresh smelling, and moved my fingers over his muscled calf, covered with his soft blonde hair. I kissed those muscles and his shin as well, loving it, before kissing his sexy knee and his lower thigh. I moved over to his other leg and started kissing him at the place where his real calf turned into his fake one.

"Aww, that is so sweet, my dear, but you don't have to do that just to be nice."

"I'm not being nice, Parker. I love every little part of you, this one as much as any other. I'm not going to ignore it."

I returned to my kisses.

"Oh, that is so, so amazing of you, Jake. You are the dearest person I've ever had the honor of knowing."

I kissed and worshipped that calf as well, until I was ready for more.

I couldn't keep my hands off his magnificent tool for another moment. My fingers touched the base through his boxers, and he emitted a pleasurable sigh as my hands touched his hardness.

"Oh, my sweet Jake, you have the sweetest hands ever created," he said, as he lovingly rubbed my forehead with his own sweet hands, which to me made a strong counterargument to his claim.

I moved my hands down and felt his huge balls through the boxers, clearly matching the bar his dick had set once for once. He moaned as if no one had ever touched him there.

I moved my hands up and down his shaft, feeling the huge weight of the thing through his boxers, and came to the wetness around big circle of precum, rubbing my fingertips through the slick cloth against his huge mushroom head beyond.

I had to taste him, so I moved my face to his boxers, first kissing and then licking his shaft.

"Oh, god, Jake. God, you don't know what that does to me."

I licked up his shaft in the boxers, and then when I got to the wet area sticking to his dickhead, I sucked the precum into my mouth, relishing his sweet flavor, wanting so much more.

I pulled down his boxers and removed them from his legs, and was floored by how wonderfully magnificent his dick was as I looked at it unobstructed for the very first time.

It was incredible how much he looked like Syd in that department, identical, in fact, though it was hard to believe how differently these body parts affected me now. Seeing Syd's dick did nothing for me anymore, yet seeing its twin here on my Parker knocked my senses completely out of the park, as I had to force myself to shut my mouth for fear I would start drooling. I wanted him so bad.

"Sweetie," Parker said, putting loving hands on my face and looking down on me. "You look frightened beyond your wits. And I don't blame you one iota. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have frightened you with the appendage, I know how large and ungainly it appears. Let me just put it away, and you'll never have to see it again. And I swear, none of that will ever make me feel for you any less."

"Parker, I'm not frightened, I'm awestruck with desire. I've never conceived of a more perfect dick than the one on you."

"Are you sure, sweetie? You don't have to pretend for the sake of my feelings."

"I'm positive."

Before I let myself put my hands on his tool, I used my hands to worship that muscled V-groove between his hip muscles and his obliques, which to me were so amazingly manly. And then I dove my digits into his blonde pubes, curly and utterly adorable.

My hands were drawn like a magnet to him, and the special joy of knowing that I was touching unobstructed his penis with my fingers for the first time utterly excited me. I started with his huge balls, loving the textured skin of his scrotum. His left one hung just a bit lower than his right one, but as I started to play with them in my hands, they both huge the same height. Parker moaned and rubbed my head lovingly as I massaged his balls.

I moved my hands up his huge, hard shaft, which was aimed straight up, as hard as a rocket. It was so large, I used both hands to hold on, feeling every beautiful vein of his monstrous shaft on my skin.

I reached the tan/pink mushroom head, shaped like heaven. It stood up by his chest, that's how hung he was. I rubbed my fingers around that skin, feeling how different it felt than the skin of his shaft. There was a drop of precum oozing out, which I used with the tip of my finger to moisten his head.

I moved my face into his sweet smelling pubes, letting them tickle my lips, cheeks and chin. I opened my mouth, licked his wiry blonde curls carefully, taking in his masculine scent, loving it.

I moved my face to the thick underside of his shaft, letting the hefty weight of his phallus totally cover my chin, lips, nose, and forehead, so delirious with it all I could have erupted into giggles. I just let it lie there for a long while, and then I opened my mouth and gave his dick shaft its first sweet, wonderful lick.

"You don't have to lick me there, my sweet," he said. "I know Annie considered the idea filthy, and I never held that against her."

"I want to lick you, Parker. I want so bad to lick you and taste you all over."

"Oh, Jake."

I put my tongue back on the underside of his shaft, and licked up its inches, getting his magically enticing flavor all over my eager taste buds.

"Oh God," he said, moaning in pleasure. "Jake, please, if tasting me there in any way upsets you, please, please stop."

"I'm not stopping," I said. "I can't, now that I've gotten such a wonderful new taste in my mouth."

"Jake, my sweet." He looked down at me with adoring eyes.

I noticed his massive balls looking so alluring, and I moved my lips to his left nut's scrotum, feeling the rough skin against my lips. I opened my mouth and started to lick his mildly salty skin, feeling every ridge of his rough scrotum with the tip of my tongue. I used my right hand to hold underneath his balls, bringing them towards my face, and licked and lapped away at them, with Parker moaning and groaning, completely under my spell. His hard dick was rubbing against my face. Precum started to ooze from his slit, and some got on my forehead.

It wasn't that I had my fill of his wonderful nuts, how could that ever occur? But I was drawn away from them by the massively hard penis above me that took op most of my field of vision. I put both hands around his wide unit and starting licking up the bottom of his shaft, loving the feeling of his veins on the tip of my tongue, sliding up slowly as I looked up and locked eyes with the man who was absolutely beside himself and adoring pleasure. As I made it my goal to lick ever single square inch of his shaft, something that was no easy task, to be sure, Parker's tender hands moved over my face, the back of my head, neck, and shoulders; clearly wanting to return the love in any way he could.

"I've never felt the kind of pleasure you bring me, my sweet," he moaned, breathless, making me so proud.

I put my right hand around his dick, just under the rim of his dickhead. I again locked eyes with him, letting his amorous gaze warm me through to my soul as I set the underside of his swollen mushroom head against my chin and lips, kissing him sweetly. And as I felt Parker's finger's serenade my face and head, I was touched just how different this sex felt from any I had experienced. I realized, all those times before with Syd, or even with Viktor or Boyd, at best had been fueled by mad lust alone. Physical pleasure had been the main driver. Touching Parker in this way, having him return the touch, it was absolutely filled to the brim with lustful desire, but there was so, so much more to it too. I felt like I was on my wedding night with the man I absolutely loved to no end, and the sex was just the most beautiful aspect of that fulfilling love. Instead of just animal lust, this man was giving me no end of tenderness, gentleness, sweet romance. He absolutely oozed love out of every pore, and I was more than determined to lick up every last drop.

Speaking of every last drop, I noticed a wonderful glob of clear precum ooze out of the rosy slit of his dickhole and come squirting onto my lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," he said, pulling away from me. "I usually don't squirt like that, but it seems around you, I've been leaking constantly. I'm sure you find it most unappealing. Let me get you a towel."

"Parker, I don't find it the least bit unappealing." I licked the wonderful precum off my lips, tasting its wonderful saltiness, just to prove it. "Please, let me continue."

"Are you sure about that, Jake?"

"Yes."

I used my right hand on the stalk of his dick to pull him towards me again, and I put my lips back on his dickhead. I used my left hand to roll his balls one at a time, and I looked into his eyes as I milked his shaft with my right hand. My ploy worked, Parker's pissslit emitted another surge of clear, sticky precum, this time splashing my nose. I drove my lips to his dickhole, kissing the slimy opening, and I opened my mouth and licked the wonderful flavor of his precum into my mouth straight from the source.

Parker hissed and almost jumped as I did this, surprised with pleasure. "Sweetie, you don't have to do that."

But I didn't answer him. I lapped away at his slit, and then started moving my tongue around the large surface area of his dickhead, getting shivers from the wonderful flavor in my mouth.

And then I closed my lips around the upper half of his mushroom tip, starting to suck.

"Jake, I don't even want you to try that," Parker said.

"Try what?"

"You know, sucking on me like that."

"Why not?" I asked, thinking that maybe getting oral didn't turn him on.

"Because I'm just too large for that. I've always known and been okay with that fact. No one has ever been able to perform that act on me successfully before."

I shook my head. "I think I can do it, Parker."

"No, my sweet. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm not going to hurt myself. It's not like I'm trying to swallow a sword here."

"You could choke or gag."

"I'll be fine. If I can't handle it, I'll pull back."

"But you don't have to do this to try and impress me, Jake. No one I've ever been with actually enjoyed the oral. I know that some people put up with it in order to please their partners, as much as they dislike it. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to do anything you're not into just to make me happy."

"I know that," I said. "You're not out to just get your rocks off, like your father or brother. But I really want to do this to you, Parker. If it was someone I wasn't attracted to, or someone I didn't like, I would never want to do this. But I feel so strongly for you, Parker, that my mouth is watering at the thought of pleasuring you in this way."

I grabbed his shaft with my right hand again and led his dickhead back to my open lips. I sucked the very tip of his phallus, taking in the sweet flavor of his precum, rolling it around my tongue.

"Oh God, I never dreamed this could feel so good."

I went farther down until I had his whole dickhead in my mouth, my lips wrapping around its rim.

"Oh god, my sweet!" he exclaimed, taking in a sharp breath that I almost was worried was out of pain, until a look into his adoring eyes told me it came from pleasure.

I sucked away at that massive mushroom, licking around every little bit of his tasty knob. I could do that all night, I knew. I was completely driving me wild.

He went on his tiptoes, then back to his heels, then back to his tiptoes. I could see the pleasure pour over him, and I knew he so frantically wanted to push his dick further into my mouth, wanted so badly to thrust himself inside me, but he would not let himself possibly hurt me or disturb me just in the name of his pleasure, so he used all his amazing willpower to just stand there, still, as I brought pleasure to just the tip of his tool and no more.

I noticed a large amount of precum was oozing out of him and into my mouth. I rolled it around on my tongue, savoring it. I stuck my slick tongue all over his head, rubbing his precum back onto him. Some of it got out of my lips and rolled down my face, but I didn't care.

As I sucked, he leaned down and head onto my head, neck, and shoulders with such absolute love.

Looking down his huge shaft, I could see that his dick had grown to his absolute limit. The skin was stretched out, and every vein looked ready to burst.

"Sweetie, anymore of that heavenly treatment and I'll orgasm, I can't take it anymore."

He pulled off of me, out of me, and I caught my breath, smiling at him.

"I've never felt so much pleasure," he said to me with his sweet, selfless smile.

"I have a naughty idea," I said, walking over the chocolate fondue, which had been kept hot this whole time on the Bunsen burner. "Are you sure you won't get burned by this?" I asked him as I grabbed the pot and walked over to him.

"I'm sure."

I dipped a spoon in the chocolate and lifted it to his left nipple. I touched the sauce to his flesh. "Are you sure that doesn't hurt?"

"Positive."

I plastered the fondue all over his nipple and surrounding pec, laughing. "This is going to be delicious."

I moved in and licked the sauce off his nipple, loving the combination of the sweet sauce and his salty skin.

"Wow, that's really, really tasty."

I eagerly licked up the rest of the chocolate on his left pec, carefully cleaning off all of his chest hairs with my tongue.

"That's hot, Jake."

"Too hot?"

"No, I mean, very sexy."

I gave his other nipple the same treatment, and that one was just as tasty. Then I plastered the sauce all over his abs and belly button. I took my time licking up that new delicious mess, my tongue moving mover every hard ridge of his six-pack.

I moved my chocolaty fingers to his dick, and totally slathered the smooth, dark liquid onto his still bursting hard phallus.

"Oh, that's way too much," he laughed.

"The best part about putting way too much chocolate on your dick is to be forced to rectify the situation by licking up every last morsel."

I attacked his dick with my lips and tongue, cleaning him up ravenously as he laughed sweetly and rubbed my facing lovingly.

"You know, I think the chocolate has cooled down now where it'll be safe for me to put it on you," Parker said gleefully.

I stuck my finger in the pot, and it was just mildly warm. "I'd say so."

"Ooh, exciting." He took the chocolate and started rubbing it with his fingers all over my body, cleaning it all up carefully with his gentle tongue, going on and on about how good every part of me tasted.

He used the last of the chocolate to cover my dick, and then he licked it clean, sending shivers through me. Soon, he had my dick in his mouth, and he lovingly drunk up my hard until down to my pubes, which angered me because he hadn't let me suck him past his dickhead for fear he would hurt me.

My dick went absolutely off the deep end with sensation, and I loved him for doing that to me, no one else had ever wanted to before.

Before long, I made him stop for fear I would orgasm.

After all the chocolate was gone, he stood up and embraced me, kissing me with his deep, soulfully penetrating kiss. Our bodies pressed together, his monstrous cock overpowering my comparably tiny one, as both of us pushed and rubbed against each other as if we were trying in vain to push through the physical limitations of the embrace until we were mixing together our very souls themselves.

I felt his strong right arm on my back, pulling me into his love, while his left arm reached around my back and supported the back of my head. He wasn't thrusting against me, perhaps to keep him from hurting me, or perhaps to keep our embrace from being just about giving himself pleasure. My hands moved down to his muscled buttocks, pulling them towards me and forcing him to grind against me, letting him know what I was not so fragile. Emboldened, he started gently sliding his dick up and down against my own as he kiss turned more and more fevered, and more and more precum leaked out of him onto my crotch and stomach, aiding our work.

"Parker, I'm ready," I said, breaking away from his kisses.

"For what?"

"To go into the bedroom."

"Are you sure you want to do this, my sweet?" he asked.

"More than anything," I said. "Let me just go use the bathroom. Where is it?"

"Both bedrooms have bathrooms, but why don't you use the one on the left."

I went into the bedroom on the left, and noticed that it was a fair sized room with a nice looking bed. I went into the bathroom, and used it.

When I came out, I hopped on the bed and called through the open door, "Parker, aren't you going to join me? You'd better not be chickening out."

"That's not our bedroom, my sweet. This is our bedroom."

I got up and walked out of that bedroom. Parker was standing naked, holding the door to the other bedroom open for me, a smile on his face. He spun around to look at me, and I could see his the front of his massive penis swinging around as he turned, then hitting his body when he stopped turning with an audible slap, there was so much mass to thing.

"Whoops, my mistake."

"You know what would make me very happy, my dear?" Parker said.

"What?"

"If you let me carry you into the room."

I laughed. "That sounds very romantic," I said, walking over to him.

He smiled happily, then carefully reached down and lifted me into his arms, so my right side was against his bare torso and chest, with his right arm under the inside crook of my knees and his left arm cradling my upper back and neck. "Are you ready, my sweet?" he asked.

"I'm ready."

When he kicked open the door, it turned out to lead to a spiral staircase up a story before ending up at another door, which he kicked open as well, and carried me in.

He spun me around so I could see everything. "Oh my goodness!" I said, my eyes moving around the room, amazed. "This room is totally gorgeous!"

"Almost as much as you, my dear."

It was a gigantic space, with beautiful dark wood floors covered with the most exquisite Persian rugs. The room had wonderfully large ceiling, with every surface covered in beautiful dark Victorian woodwork. The room was octagonal in shape, with most of the furniture pushed to the outside of the room, including dressers, wardrobes, desks, settees, and tables. And all of the furniture was much nicer than the stuff Syd or Parker's room had. Two doors seemed to lead to a bathroom and closet, but other than that, every wall was filled with windows looking three hundred and sixty degrees around, clearly proving we were in a small mansion tower. The ceiling was similarly all glass, romantic starlight appearing from everywhere.

The absolutely exquisite part was the amazing Victorian bed, situated right in the middle of the room, its centerpiece. It was a huge king-sized piece, its fluffy-looking mattress surrounded by ornate, carved-wood framing. It had four hugely tall bed posts and a red canopy on top.

The sweetest part was, the whole bed had been surrounded by beautiful candlesticks, each with many candles. All in all, there were just dozens of candles, all of which had been freshly lit and arranged just perfectly around the bed, bathing the whole thing in flickering, soft light.

"You just lit these candles when I was in the bathroom, didn't you?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said from behind. "Welcome to your new bedroom, Jake."

"Our new bedroom," I said.

He carried me over to the bed, and I realized that the satin sheets were covered with red rose petals. "Oh, how sweet," I said to him. I pulled back and the covers from the bed, and even the bottom sheet was covered with rose petals. "You are so, so romantic," I said.

"I figure we can at least spend our first night together in style, whether you choose to go through with the lovemaking or not."

He set me down on the bed, so gently and lovingly, and I could feel just how amazingly comfortable the bed was. I stretched out on my back.

He got on the bed as well, and climbed on top of me, His whole body pressed against mine as he looked down lovingly into my eyes. "I have dreamt about this for so long, Jake," he said, putting a gentle hand to my cheek. "You are my everything."

He kissed me sweetly, and I melted against him, wrapping my arms around him as I kissed him back hard. I grabbed onto his ripped back muscles, pulling his body against mine.

His massive dick was so amazingly hard as it thrust against my body, that I would have believed him if he told me he was somehow using the steel fist power of the Logan Blood on his unit. I rubbed my passionate hardon against that monster his kiss sent me to heaven. His tongue tasted so, so good in my mouth. He thrust his dick into mine, into my stomach, absolutely soaking me in his delightfully warm precum. Only when I felt on the verge of orgasm did I switch positions.

Sick with desire, I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my ankles around his muscled butt. I scooted the angle of my body so that his cock was beneath me, in my crack.

And then I started to moan as I he thrust back and forth over my crack, feeling beside myself with desire as I felt Parker's huge dickhead rub hot precum all over my sensitive hole with every stroke he made.

"Oh, Parker, I want you so badly inside me," I moaned.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Look, this is really sexy for me, to just be able to thrust against you like this, simulating coitus without any need to hurt you. It turns me on so much, it wouldn't take long for me to climax in this position. You would make me the happiest man alive just to be able to do that, Jake, and I wouldn't ever have to hurt you."

"I'm not saying that's not hot in its own way, Parker," I said. "Feeling you against me like that would make me come soon too. In the future, we'll have to experience that. But tonight, I am dead set on getting you inside me."

"I don't want you to approach this with such reckless determination," he said.

"I won't. I don't want to hurt myself anymore than you do, Parker. I'll be cautious and careful, I promise."

"Did you bring the lube, my dear?"

"Ugh! I totally forgot to."

"Well then, we shouldn't even attempt to make love."

"Wait, no, I can still go get it," I said.

"Not a chance. If anyone is leaving this bed tonight, it's me. I'll go get it."

"No, no, no," I said. "I don't want this to spoil the mood."

"So, let's just enjoy ourselves in other ways, agreed?"

I shook my head. "What I meant was, we'll try to make our own lube."

He groaned. "That's just going to cause you more pain, Jake."

"I promise you, if it's too painful, I'll stop. Please, Parker, let's just try. Do it for me."

He sighed. "Well, I can't possibly turn you down when you ask like that, can I?"

"No, you can't."

"Alright, I'll do my best to get you as moist as I can. Do you mind if I give you a little oral love, my dear?"

"Go right ahead," I said.

He grabbed a pillow and gently placed it under my lower back, and I tucked my knees up to my shoulders.

He sweetly littered my buttcheeks with kisses, and then gave the same love to my crack itself. I felt his gentle lips on my hole, he kissed me with such innocence. He gave my hole just the slightest lick with the tip of his tongue, and then blew gently on the moist opening, giving me sexual chills.

I felt his tongue return to my hole, licking away at me passionately.

"Oh my lord, Jake, you taste like heaven. I could spend all night doing just this, and I think I could climax without anything ever touching me."

"That's sweet, Parker, but that won't suffice tonight."

"I know, I know."

I felt his tongue pass through my hole and into my chute, where he licked away sweetly at my insides.

"Oh, my sweet, you can't fathom how good it makes my whole body feel when I get to worship your body from the inside. My mouth can't get enough."

Delirious, I happily let him continue to stretch me out with his tongue, my dick trembling with each one of his sweet licks.

"Parker, I want you to give me your fingers," I said.

"Um, okay," he said, bringing his sexy right hand to my mouth.

I sucked on his fingers good and long, getting them really wet. "Try putting those inside me."

"I'll put one in to start with, and you tell me if it hurts or feels in any way uncomfortable."

He was so sweet: he started with his pinky finger, just to make it easy for me. He pushed it inside me gently until it was halfway in. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, you're tongue was bigger than that," I joked. "You can keep going."

Once I coaxed him to put his whole pinky inside me, I asked for another finger. Instead, I felt him pull out.

"Parker!"

"I'm just putting in a more substantial finger before we jump to two. And I also miss your sweet kiss, my dear."

He scooted back up on top of me until our mouths touched again, and soon our lips were locked and our tongues started to embrace. I swung my arms around his neck, and felt his dick return to my crack underneath us. But this time, he moved his right hand down to my butt too, and I felt his index finger rubbing my hole.

When he gently stuck it inside me, I couldn't help but thrust my hard dick against his body. He slowly worked around my hole, stretching me out as sweetly as possible.

"Two fingers, Parker."

"Are you sure, my dear?"

"Yes."

I felt him insert his middle finger inside me too, rubbing my saliva into my hole.

"And a third one," I demanded.

"Alright, sweetie."

I felt his ring finger enter me as well. When I coaxed him into inserting his pinky finger, I realized that it was the widest my hole had ever been stretched, and I still didn't feel much pain.

"Do you want me to put on a condom, my dear?" he asked me.

"No, I can't get any STDs anyway, Parker."

"I know that, but you might just like the idea better anyway."

"No, I'd prefer without, actually, as long as there's no risk to either of us."

I pulled him up over me until my mouth was at the level of his dick. I put that beautiful dickhead in my mouth as Parker hissed in happy surprise. I sucked away at his mushroom tip, licking over every inch, trying to get it as wet as possible.

"Okay, I think we've got about as much use of my saliva as possible here," I said, pulling off him.

And then I tasted saltiness on my tongue, and realized he had deposited a bit of precum there.

"You're leaking like a fountain, Parker," I said, stroking his dick and making slime cover his dickhead. "That's going to be the key to getting inside me. Is there anything I can do to make it keep flowing?"

"Yes, my dear. Let me just rub against you."

With my back on the bed and my legs bent against my body, Parker knelt beneath me, his knees against my buttcheeks as he sat up. He used his hand to guide his saliva-covered dick to my saliva-covered hole, touching his pissslit to my pucker.

"Oh, sweetie, just touching you like this drives me off the wall."

What turned me on so much with Parker was that he was the kindest, sweetest, most affectionate man ever, and yet at the same time, all of it was wrapped up in nothing but raw masculinity. There wasn't the slightest trace of effeminate qualities in him, he was all man.

He stroked his dick, and a huge spray of precum left his dickhead and smeared all over my hole, giving me shivers with its warmth. He continued to stroke and rub until both of us were absolutely drenched.

"Parker, I'm ready."

He froze up. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes! If you don't put yourself inside me, I'm going to have to do it myself."

"Alright, sweetie, alright."

I felt just the very first centimeter of his head start to enter my hole, and it tickled my anus in a way that sent shivers into my body.

"Yes, yes, I can do this," I said. "Go more."

He pushed again, ever so gently, and this time, my hole stretched wider than it ever had been stretched with his fingers. He stopped with only the first half of his head into me, yet there was so much girth to it, it was shockingly painful.

"Sweetie, talk to me here," he said, not moving a single bit more. "Tell me I'm not killing you here."

"I'm fine."

"I'm looking at your face, my sweet. It looks anything but fine. You look in pain."

"You're confusing pain for pleasure."

"I'm not buying that those tears in your eyes are from pleasure, Jake."

I wiped my eyes clean. "Okay, so it hurts a little."

"I knew it. I'm pulling out," he said.

"No! No, just stay put. Parker, I've got your head halfway in already. All I have to do is get the other half in. The rim of your head is the widest part of your penis. Once that's in, all the rest will be easy."

"No, I don't want you to approach this like it's a test of your strength. We know you're good with pain, my sweet, but pain is not supposed to be an element of making love."

"Parker, please."

"No, this is it. I refuse to hurt you."

I felt him pull out of me, and I got so annoyed.

He climbed on top of me and held my face in his hands. "Is the pain gone now?"

I looked away. "I wish you wouldn't do that. Make my decisions for me like that."

"I warned you, I couldn't be involved in anything that would cause you pain. Please don't be mad at me."

He kissed me, and I let him, let my annoyance slip away.

"Wait," I said, breaking the kiss. "I have another idea."

"Another way we can make use of this brand new bed of ours?" he asked happily.

"Syd once told me that if he were to bite me, I wouldn't feel the pain of him entering me."

His face turned unhappy. "I don't want to bite you, my sweet. I don't want to take advantage of you in that way."

"You don't have to drink my blood," I said. "Just give me a little bite as a sort of anesthetic."

"Sweetie, I think you're underestimating just how much pleasure doing that to you will have on me. Once again, I hate the idea of me getting pleasure from your pain."

"It'll be fine," I said.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked.

"Positive."

"Only if you promise that if there's any pain at all, we'll give up on the whole affair."

"I promise."

He kissed the left side of my neck so, so sweetly, I practically melted in his arms. He sniffed my scent into his nostrils.

"Are you aware just how irresistible you smell, my dear?"

"So I've been told," I said. "Just the AB negative, I guess."

Parker started opened his soft lips and I felt his sweet tongue licking away.

"God, I can feeling your heart beat is driving me wild. I'm sorry, my sweet, I don't mean to frighten you. I'm sure it's not much of a turn on to hear all about my vampiric peculiarities."

"Parker, I accept every part of you. There's nothing that I ever want you to cover up. If something excites you, let me know."

He smiled his loving smile at me. "Once again, you completely disarm me with your kindness."

"I'm ready for you to bite me now, Parker."

"Yes, yes."

He returned to licking my neck up and down softly.

"Here it comes. Just say the word and I'll pull out."

And then, so, so gently, I felt two tiny pinpricks as just the very tip of his fangs went into my skin. Unlike the other vampires who had bitten me, he didn't shove his fangs in all at once, making that first insertion all but painless.

He held just the tips of his fangs in my throat as that euphoric, sexual pleasure consumed my throat, head, and shoulders.

"Oh, goodness, Parker, I've never felt anything so magical. Every time I was bit before, it was by someone who never really cared for me. And now, I can actually feel your love in those fangs of yours, and it's driving me wild. Please, put them all the way in."

He groaned, and abided my wish, slowly pushing his two fangs further into my throat, the pain non-existent due to whatever sweet venom he released into me. And as those long fangs entered me, I felt the magic spread to more and more of my body, going through my arms to the tips of my fingers. Tickling my chest and back, delighting my stomach, and then igniting my dick, forcing me to buck it into Parker's body as I moaned.

Finally, it reached my butthole, sending waves of soothing euphoria through me as the pleasure moved on down my legs to my toes.

"Oh God!" Parker cried out loudly, all of the sudden, scaring me.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh God, are you aware that your blood tastes better than anything angels have ever dreamed of, dear?" he asked, keeping his teeth inside me, and I realized he must have just reacted to his first taste of my blood.

"I've heard it tastes good, but no one has ever described it quite as sweet as that."

"That's because to me, it tastes a thousand times better than to the rest of them, because I know it's the blood of the one I'm deliriously in over my head for."

His words turned me to mush just as mush as his touch did.

"But I don't think I can handle much more of your powerful blood in my mouth without orgasming, I'm afraid." And I could see that his dick was engorged larger than I'd ever seen it, absolutely pouring out precum.

"Don't drink the blood, just leave your teeth in me, just for a little longer."

"I'm trying my sweet, but it's all too hard to keep your flavor from my gullet. It's the most overpowering deliciousness imaginable."

"Just a few moments more, Parker. I want you to get inside me first, and then you can stop biting me, agreed?"

"I'll try," he said. "Remember, if you feel any pain..."

"...we'll stop."

He put his lips back around my neck wound. He had his right hand nestled beneath the back of my head and neck, as if he was protecting me from hitting a hard floor, even though I had a pillow under me. He had his left hand holding onto my right thigh, rubbing his strong fingers into my flesh with love. My left hand cupped the back of his head, letting him know I wanted him to continue to bite me, and my right hand rested on his studly chest.

I felt the tip of his dick kiss my sensitive hole, coating it with sweet precum.

And he ever so slowly inched forward. No, inched was too strong a word, as instead of inches, he moved just millimeters into me.

This time, my hole gave no resistance to his huge manhood, it just opened up and let him in.

He got to the point were the sharpest part of the tip was inside me, and then his helmet dickhead opened up into very wide girth.

"Yes, Parker, this is working. Please, please, keep going."

Only then did he continue moving forward, so slowly and gently, his movements were almost imperceptible. And before I knew it, he had half of his dickhead inside me, and all I felt was pleasure.

"Yes, more."

He scooted himself forward, holding hard onto my thigh, and I rejoiced when I felt his entire dickhead inside.

And then I did feel some pain, and I realized I had taken it too fast. But I wasn't going to fess up to Parker about my pain, one word and he'd be out of me for good.

"Just wait, hold me like that for a moment."

He licked away at my neck wound, and I felt the odd sizzle of the wound being healed, and I knew I would just have a couple more minutes until that venom would stop working.

Parker did what he hadn't been able to do because his mouth was on my throat: he looked me in the eye with such love, and he said, "I can't believe we got it in!"

"Parker, it's just your head."

"True, but you don't know how incredible this feels, to be inside you, to feel our two separate bodies joined by love into one form. I may just have my head inside you, but it feels far better than anything I've ever experienced sexually before, and I could make myself come at anytime. I won't have to go an inch further."

"Kiss me, Parker," I said, and he lowered his beautiful face down towards my own, shutting his eyes.

He kissed with so much unbridled passion, and focusing on the magic of that kiss kept me from thinking about the pain. And then, as quickly as it came, the pain was gone, and in its place was this wonderfully new sense of fullness, of being filled up by his hot, hard love.

Suddenly, I felt nothing but pleasure, felt the same magical pleasure he had just described to me, and I knew I wanted more.

"Parker," I said breathlessly as I broke free from his kiss. "We're making love. I've used that word before, but never really understood it until now."

His eyes turned misty as he looked down at me. "Yes, yes, I feel the exact same way."

And then he startled me as he went invisible.

"Parker, I prefer to be able to see you."

"What? Oh, I see. Sorry, my dear."

He turned visible once more, smiling at me.

He gently repositioned my body, taking my left leg and putting it from his right side to his left, so both my legs were together, and Parker was slightly to my left. His big brawny arms cradled me sweetly, his right bicep holding up my back, and his left bicep under my bent knees. It was almost the same position he had used to carry me into the room, with my left side pressed against his hairy chest, and his hands clasped together on my right hip, and I slung my left arm around his neck and kissed him deeply.

We move positions without his dick sliding anymore into me, but feeling his dickhead twist around inside me gave me shivers. Apparently it felt good for Parker as well, because he gave a sharp, sudden moan of pleasure.

"I'm ready for more of you inside me," I said, breaking our kiss.

"Are you sure, my dear?"

"Yes."

While he kissed me lovingly, I felt Parker's manhood slowly move forward into my waiting hole. I smiled when he had gotten another inch and a half inside me, this time without any pain.

"I'm ready for more," I said.

"Sweetie, let's take it slow," he said. "I don't want you to jump into the deep end just because you like the feel of the wading pool. And this feels so incredible for me; I want it to last forever. Why hurry?"

"Yes, you're right. Just kiss me again."

After really getting used to the feeling, I stopped the kissing again.

"More, Parker, more."

"Yes, my dear."

He once again slid inside me very slowly, while I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of his moving more of himself into me.

"Oh God, every centimeter I move inside you feels like my pleasure increases tenfold."

"Yes, it feels so good to have more of you inside me."

"My dear, I'm halfway inside, and I couldn't imagine how my pleasure could ever increase. I'm going stop here so we can just enjoy ourselves."

"Parker, I want to feel you thrust inside me."

"That will hurt you, my dear."

"No, it won't. Please do it for me."

He groaned. "Let me switch positions."

The position we were in with his entering me from my left side was a great way to ease inside of me painlessly, but it wasn't the best for him being able to thrust, so he set me down on the bed and slowly turned himself until he was directly on top of me again, in between my legs. He kept his dick halfway inside me that whole time and no further.

"I'm going to slide myself back and forth inside you, my dear, but I'm not going any farther than halfway in. Luckily, I'm leaking like I've never leaked before, so not having lube should not be an issue."

He looked down at me lovingly as he slowly started to scoot back, out of me, and my hole's first instinct was to clamp down on him, now that it had felt that wonderful sense of fulfillment he brought me, I never wanted to let that slip away. But he only pulled out until the tip of his head was in me, and then he stopped.

He looked into my face for any sign of displeasure as he slowly moved himself inside me again, but saw nothing but pleasure as he pushed to where he had been before, halfway inside me.

"Yes, more, more," I begged him.

He pulled out until just the tip of him was inside me, and then back up inside me, just like he had done the last time.

And once he was halfway inside me once again, he started to pull back again right away, that time not waiting for me to cue him. And that time, he moved ever so slightly faster, building up pace.

"God, I don't know how I'm going to last if I keep this up. I'm using all my willpower to keep going, because you feel so magnificent."

As he really started to screw me in earnest, I was so turned on my his powerful masculinity, I threw my hands around his neck and head, and rubbed my lips and nose and forehead against his perfectly beautiful face. He was looking back at me with such heated desire as his hands loved me back passionately as he drove in and out, in and out, fast enough to drive me wild, but never so fast he was in danger of being rough.

I kissed him again, and this time, my hands moved everywhere, needing to touch every inch of this incredible man as they could, grabbing his strong pecs, feeling the veins on his taught arm muscles, grabbing those flexed shoulders, digging my fingers onto every ridge f hid muscled back, and then finally they settled on his butt.

I cupped my hands against his muscled buttcheeks, loving the feeling of his them flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing, over and over as he thrust himself into me. And then I used my hands to push him into me as he made an incoming thrust, forcing him to go just a bit farther than he ever had before.

Parker broke away the kiss and stopped his thrusts. "Sweetie, what are you doing?"

"I want you all the way in me."

"There's a lot more of me to take, my dear. I can't imagine how it'll all go in without you feeling pain. There just isn't enough room."

"If it hurts, we can stop. But it's not hurting, Parker, it feels amazing, and I my body is dying to get more of you inside me."

"That is very, very romantic," he said. "Alright, but once again..."

"...If I feel pain, I'll be the first one to stop you."

Only at this assurance did he start to ever so slowly push more into me, keeping his loving face on mine for any sign of pain, using both his arms to hold me ever so sweetly, using his touch to relax and reassure me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I said as he got a couple more inches inside me.

"Oh sweetie, you make me feel so, so good."

He stopped and kissed me, his passion preventing him from doing anything else, he absolutely had to make me feel his love with his sweet kiss.

"More, Parker, more."

"Yes, my sweet."

This time, he kissed me as he pushed farther into me, our tongues embracing just as romantically as our bodies were.

"Ah!" I yelled.

He froze, and stopped moving. "Now I've done it. I'm so sorry for causing you pain. Here, let me pull out of you." He slipped backwards, starting to move out of me.

"No, that wasn't pain," I said. "It was a good yell. A shocked yell, but a good yell. Here, move back where you were."

I pulled him towards me, and once it was as deep as he had gone before, I once again felt the oddest sensation.

"Ooo!"

"Was that a good `ooo,' my sweet?" he asked suspiciously.

"Oh yes. Parker, it feels like you just hit a pleasure button that went straight to my dick."

He smiled happily, put his hand on my cheek. "I do believe we just discovered you prostate, sweetie."

"Here, move your dickhead back and forth right there, right on it."

"Like this?"

Still cradling me with his loving arms, he moved in and out just a couple inches, back and forth, tickling my prostrate.

"Oh goodness, yes. Oh yes, yes! I can't believe how good that feels."

He smiled down at me, utterly proud of himself. "You don't know how happy it makes me to bring you joy, my sweet."

"You're bringing me so much pleasure, my dick feels it could explode at any moment."

He laughed sweetly. "Now you understand a fraction of the pleasure our lovemaking is bringing me. I makes me so, so happy. Now that I've found this special spot, I promise you I will never forget my way back.

He kissed me, still moving back and forth, tickling my prostate, sending pleasure tingling through my whole body, clearly loving that he found a way to bring me such sensation.

"You can't keep doing this, I'm going to come."

"We could come together, just like this."

"I'm not ready for this to be over yet," I said, and when I put it like that, he seemed to understand. "There's still a couple more inches of you still left to enter me. Please, give me more of yourself.

"Yes, my sweet, I can never refuse you."

I felt him move, agonizingly slow, farther into me. As his head slid up past my prostate, the pleasure was still being set off by his less thick stalk, but not so intense that I felt an imminent orgasm, and I settled into a prolonged sort of pleasure instead.

He stopped before the last inch or so entered me. "Why did you stop?"

"It's too much for you to take."

"No, no, please Parker, I want to feel you all the way inside me. I promise it doesn't hurt."

"Alright, my sweet, here it comes."

We stared into each other's smoldering eyes and our arms and hands held onto each other tighter then ever as Parker moved slowly forwards, excavating new territory.

I blissfully felt his wonderful pubes press against my perineum and scrotum. I felt his massive balls sweetly kiss my butthole, my lower crack, and my tailbone. He flicked invisible right as he pushed all the way in, just for a moment.

"Oh god!" Parker exclaimed. "Nothing could ever prepare me for how amazing this feels, my sweet. This isn't causing you pain, I hope."

"No, it feels out of this world, Parker. So right, so right."

"I'm all the way inside you. Not a millimeter of my flesh is let outside in the cold, all of it is inside you, and every part of my screaming in ecstasy for your delicious flesh."

He was so moved by his passion, I could see his eyes once again go misty.

"Sweetie, I want you to know I love you. It's true. I was trying to keep that to myself because I didn't want to frighten you away by my strong feelings. But the sad truth is, I'm absolutely, madly, ceaselessly in love with you. Now you know the truth. Now you'll understand when I said I was making love to you, for me, this wasn't just an expression. I don't want you to tell me the same because you are too young to really understand love the way I do. But just have patience for my old soul when I throw at you my assurances of love."

"Oh Parker, you make me so happy."

We kissed again, and the kiss was filled with even more passion, because it felt like there was a tiny bit of Parker that he was holding back emotionally, just to keep from overwhelming me. Once his feelings were out on the table, he was free to show them completely, absolutely adoring me with that kiss, with those hands that rubbed my body, with his penis inside me.

"Parker, I want you to start thrusting again. This time, I want you to go all the way in each and every time."

"Are you sure? I could just stay like this forever."

"I'm sure. I want to feel your love for me in your thrusts, Parker."

He smiled, and I knew I had him sold. "I'd love to, my sweet."

He pulled out of me slowly until just the tip of his head was inside me. With Parker's length, that was a very long journey indeed.

He pushed back inside me, gently but with passion, and I moaned when his head passed by my prostate again. When he was all the way inside me, I could feel him shudder from that special sensation. And then he was pulling out again.

The first couple strokes were sweet and gentle, but then they started to speed up as he became convinced that he was in no way hurting me.

After a few minutes, the strokes were quick and impassioned, as he used all the many muscles in his body to thrust back and forth, though he never crossed the line into being rough. And I felt the love in his thrusts, felt them hot and passionate, felt them every time he rubbed by my prostate.

I kissed him passionately, moving my hands all over him again, feeling how our bodies were both covered with sweat.

"Parker, please tell me you'll be my boyfriend," I cried out somehow amidst all the thrusts. "I know with all of my soul that we were meant for each other. I want us to be in a real relationship. I want us to know that we only belong to each other, I want us to be partners, Parker. Please say yes."

And then he answered, just as breathless. "Yes, my sweet, a million times yes, nothing would please me more. I know I was meant to be with you as well, it seems like nothing has ever been clearer in my whole life."

I could see happy tears fall from his eyes onto my face, and I knew how blissfully joyous I had made him.

And it seemed to ignite some new drive in Parker, I felt him moving in and out of me faster than ever, jabbing at my prostate purposely with each wonderful thrust.

"You're going to make me come!" I warned him.

"Oh, my love, I'm about to come too. Let's do it together, but I want you to be kissing me the first time I give you your climax."

And he put his mouth back on my lips, kissing me with such heat, our tongues twirling each other's around. He pressed his body against me, and I felt his furry pecs rub my nipples, and he completely encircled me with his arms, hugging me with such sweet strength, his masculinity was lighting me on fire.

My arms moved around him as well, me legs clung to his hips, my ankles crossing around his lower back as I felt every muscle in my body tense up.

I pushed him with my hands, slamming him up on every stroke, first smashing my prostrate, then impaling me with his giant manhood, all the way inside. Over and over, faster and faster.

My dick exploded as I felt the first shot of my load launch out of my hard dick towards Parker's body above me.

At the same time, he buried himself all the way inside me and stopped, and I felt every muscle of his tense up as his first shot of seed poured out of his dickhead into me.

He pulled a couple inches back, and his second powerful shot of semen actually hit my prostate, sending tingles though my body again and making my own orgasm all the fiercer.

I cried out, breaking the kiss, just in too much pleasure to keep it going. And he groaned as well, groaned louder than I had ever heard his voice go before, clearly feeling just as much ecstatic fire with his orgasm as he was bringing to me.

I shot more and more, shot more cum than I ever had before, completely covering his sweet skin in my juice.

Meanwhile, he completely flooded my chute with his sweet semen, until the floodgates broke and I felt Parker's wonderful seed pour out of my hole all over everything: my perenium and balls, his bush and scrotum, my crack and tailbone, even dripping onto the sheets.

"Oh, my love, that was by far the most I've ever shot."

"The same with me by far, my boyfriend," I said the last part so delightfully, it made him smile.

"Annie's always telling me how much people can't stand it when I linger around after we've climaxed, so I won't cause you such agony. But please, just let me hold you for just one more second before I go get a washcloth to help get you cleaned up."

"Parker, I'm not Annie," I said. "And right now, all I want is for you to stay inside me."

He kissed me sweetly. "You are so romantic, my love," he said as he cuddled me from above.

"I don't ever want you to pull out of me, Parker. I couldn't bear to the separation."

"I feel the exact same way, my sweet. Even though I've just had my orgasm, I could stay in you all night long and never get soft."

"I hope you're not just saying that, because I'd like nothing better than to fall asleep with you inside me."

"No one has ever wanted me to do that to them. That is unbelievably dreamy sentiment, my sweet, and it makes my heart flutter. But I'm afraid you will soon tire of me inside you."

"If I do, then I'll just pull out of you. Simple as that."

"Alright, my love, but you won't be able to sleep like this, with me on top of you. I'm going to move you around. Just give me the word if I'm hurting you."

He moved my left leg over his body until both of my legs were together, and he turned himself around until we both lay on our right sides, with him spooning me from behind.

He reached down and put the soft covers over us, and then he used his arms to pull me back into his body. I could feel his chest hair on my back, he manly legs folding into mine. It felt so right.

He leaned over and placed the right side of his face against my left, kissing me so sweetly.

"Words cannot describe how joyous you've made me, my love."

"I want us to have a hundred thousand nights together, just like this one."

He kissed me again. "Happy birthday. I love you sooo much."

And then, in the sweet afterglow of the best sex in my life, I fell right asleep. Knowing that Parker's hard manhood was pushed into me all the way to his balls made me feel all the more safe and loved in his arms, putting me out into the most peaceful sleep I ever remember.