Usual disclaimer stuff... This is an adult oriented story with adult characters. All characters are of legal age. The stuff that is included in this segment has to do with unprotected sex, Goth, and drinking. I would also like to point out that this chapter deals with drinking blood and vampirism. The only reason that this is not in the sci-fi category is because it is not a complete work of fiction. The drinking of blood is something that a lot of Goth, and vampire lovers are into, and should be brought to the attention of others. Everyone needs to be made aware of this. As to whether it is a GOOD thing or a BAD thing is up to the individual, but as always, use your best judgement when it comes to matters such as these. If you do not approve of this, then, oh well... If this offends you, then please, read it anyways. I prefer constructive criticism, but all criticism can be taken as a lesson to improve. Also, I would like to point out that most of this work is from my real life. Of the characters that are based off of real people that I know, I have used them with their permission, however the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent).
Heartbreak Part 2:
Music played softly in the background as my alarm slowly brought me to conscienceness.
"I used to have demons, in my room at night. Desire. Despair. Desire. So many monsters..."
I awoke slowly relishing the sensations of my soft tee-shirt sheets against my naked body. I stretched much like a cat does. I raised up, and made sure that EVERY muscle in my body was stretched to its limit then slowly brought my body back to resting.
10:37 PM. No wonder I was hungry. I know that I kept what some people would call strange hours, but this was even later than I normally wake.
I lay in bed reliving the previous night. Was it only 24 hours ago that Marcello, and I were on the way to meet up with Karl? I relived that entire night over and over again, feeling myself get hard under the sheets. No time for pleasure. I had a client that would be here in less than two hours, and I needed to get cleaned up.
I got out of bed, and picked the comforter off of the floor where I must have kicked it off in the night. I wanted to take a nice relaxing hot bath, but I did not have a lot of time, so I decided on a shower instead.
I got under the steaming spray of water, and allowed it to wash away the remaining night tensions that lingered. As I slowly worked the soap into a thick lather over my body, I realized that I was still slightly sore from the double fuck from two nights ago. I rubbed my hands over my lightly hairy ass, and could not resist the temptation of slipping a finger into my hot hole. I shuddered as my middle finger slipped in to the knuckle, and slowly worked it in and out. I slipped in a second, and then a third finger, as I slowly worked my throbbing cock with my left hand. I climaxed in only a few short minutes and as I regained the strength to my legs, I realized that I had been in the shower for almost an hour.
I jumped out of the shower, and quickly dried off. I was going to shave, but realized that I really did not have the time. I just chucked to myself as I thought that I would just look a little rougher for my client. I guess it is a good thing that I do not get romantically involved with them. I mostly did that because the last thing they need is a scandal, but rumor has it that this particular client that was coming tonight has a cock that would rival a beer can in thickness.
Oh well... I could fantasize. Besides. He was married. I went to my closet, and grabbed out some clothes. I grabbed a pair of black slacks, black socks, and some black shoes. I decided to actually wear underwear, so I grabbed a black thong that holds my cock, and balls out from my body in just such a way that my whole package is clearly defined, even in the dark material of the slacks. I grabbed the first shirt that was in my closet. A deep wine colored long sleeve pullover that clung to my body in all the right places.
I was just checking the final touches when the buzzer announced the arrival of my client.
I invited him in, and we got right down to business. He was going to be in a new movie and he showed me the contract he had signed with it's price, and we worked through his finances so that he could get a new yacht and not have to worry about getting strapped later on.
After done, he left as quickly as he came, and it was then that I remembered that I had not eaten, and was so hungry that I felt faint.
I had nothing in the house, so I went out. As I was walking down the street, had the feeling of being watched. I had this happen a lot. You get used to it living in a city as big as New York, but it is still kind of unnerving. I turned down an alley that is a shortcut to the street where I was going to eat, and I was no more than 20 feet into it, when I heard someone step into the alley behind me. I thought nothing of it at first. A lot of people use this alley as a shortcut, but then I heard a noise that chilled me straight to the bone. The distinct tapping of a metal baseball bat against bricks. I spun around quickly, but it was too late.
There were three of them, and they moved fast. One of them slammed me against the brick wall and held a knife to my throat with one hand, and my arm in place with another. A second guy quickly grabbed my other arm, and held it in place.
The third guy slowly walked up to me, and got right into my face. It took all my self-control to keep from retching, as I smelled his putrid breath when he spoke.
"Well, well, well... Looks like we got us a vampire boys!" The guy slurred.
"What are you talking about?" I stated kind of dumbfounded. I thought to myself, this is just great. Getting killed my some crazy psychos on my way to eat. Just imagine the irony.
The crazy guy leered at me. "We watched you come out of that vampire club the other night. We have been following you for a week now waiting to get you alone so that we can kill you. You ain't gonna make me no bloodsucker, an you ain't gonna kill me either."
"I don't need to justify where I hang out to you" I said to his face, but he just chuckled lightly at that. "What is so funny?"
"I was just picturing you in bat form hanging from a belfry." he said with a snicker
"You really ARE nuts." I said, and he stopped laughing. I felt one of the goons pressing the knife up against my neck even hard.
"I would say that you might want to watch your tone with me, you faggot blood sucker, but it does not matter. You are gonna die anyways."
He pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket at that time, and pressed something warm against my forehead. At first I was afraid of what it was, what he was doing, and what he intended to do to me, but as I saw the smile fall from his face, I felt the worry leave me.
"What the fuck?" He said.
"What is the matter boss?" Said the goon with the knife.
"It is not burning him," The boss said dumbfounded.
He pulled his hand back, and I saw that he had been holding a small silver crucifix to my forehead. I let out a small chuckle as I realized what he was trying to do, and I was relieved that he had decided on that instead of trying to put a wooden stake through my heart.
"As you can see, the cross does not burn me. I go to the vampire club because I get a kick out of kids making fools of themselves. I have met just about every person that goes into that place, and I can tell you that NONE of them are vampires. They just WISH they were, or they WISH that a real one would come in there." I stated with some relief.
The goon with the knife looked over at the boss, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"He did not burn. Let him go", and he then turned and walked away without even an apology to me.
I straighten my clothes, and then left the alley, and when I was entering back on the street, I heard the boss say to the others "I could have sworn that he was the real thing"
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful after that incident. As the weekend came by, I found myself looking forward to meeting with the others again. I called Lestat, and got the password for the club that night. I showed up just before midnight, and the party was going in full swing.
I had not talked to Karl directly, or Marcello since the weekend before, so I was a little nervous about what would happen.
As I sat down on the floor, Lestat said to me "Marcello will not be here tonight, but he told me to tell you that he really enjoyed himself last weekend."
I turned about 7 shades of red at that, and I was suddenly REALLY glad that it was so dark in there. Also, they were all wearing sunglasses, so they would not have known anyways.
It was about 3AM when Karl finally got there. After a quick greeting, he whispered into my ear that he really needed to talk to me in private. It had a sense of urgency in his request, so I did not hesitate. We went down to the bar, and ordered a drink.
"You seem nervous about something Karl. Is something the matter? Is everything okay?"
"I have to talk to you about something, but I am not sure that this is the best place to talk. Can we go somewhere more quiet?"
"Of course. I live about a mile from here. I walked here tonight. If you don't mind walking, and you need privacy, we can go there."
He looked me into the eyes as if he was looking for the soul that some say lurks there just out of sight. I was once again taken aback by his startling dark eyes. He thought it over for a minute, then said, "I think that would be best".
We got to my apartment in record time. The entire way there, I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. He did not say much, but his body language was SCREAMING at me. I could tell that he was really nervous about something. He was also apprehensive. At one point, and drunk stumbled out in front of us, and I thought that he was going to have a heart attack. He actions screamed at me that he was in trouble, but as far as I could tell, nothing had happened to cause this. I was also getting nervous myself seeing that we had not talked, and I was afraid that by having sex with him, I had either hurt him, or he now hated me for it. I ran through just about every scenario for when we got to my place, but I still had more questions than answers.
As we rode up the elevator to my floor, and went inside. I locked the door, and turned the lights on. Karl let out a gasp in surprise.
"Your place is amazing".
"Thanks. When I first moved here, I had to do a lot of remodeling. The previous renters really stripped it down, and fucked it up when they were leaving. The manager rented it to me for cheap because it was in such poor shape. I finally decided to sign a more permanent contract with him to buy it out, and remodeled it."
"It looks great. Did you decorate yourself?"
I realized he was stalling me.
"Okay. You said you needed to talk to me, and that it was urgent, but you could not speak in public. We are now in private, behind a locked door, and the camera is turned off. What gives?"
"Do you believe in Vampires?"
This threw me completely by surprise. I am not sure WHAT I was expecting, but it defiantly was not this.
"Yes. I do. But probably not like you do."
"What do you mean?" he asked, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Vampire is a very subjective word. It means someone that feeds off of others. I believe that there ARE vampires, but not like the ones in the movies. I know of regular people that have become addicted to drinking blood, and when they don't, they go through withdrawals. A Wiccan friend of mine has often referred to some people as psychic vampires that feed off of people's energy. I have also heard of empathic vampires that feel off of people emotions. Why do you ask?"
"My last ex was a blood drinker. He and I took our relationship to the point that we shared blood. It was never much, but you are right. It is VERY addictive."
This surprised me, but at the same time, I was not really surprised by this. I had been intrigued by vampires for so long that I had even participated in blood drinking myself, but not since I moved here.
I let him continue on. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going, but I wanted to be sure.
"My ex was very demanding of me. When we were together he would drink from me, but he would never let me drink from him. At first, this disgusted me. He would make a small cut and drink. After we had sex, and he had drank from me, he would send me away from him until the next night. We did this about once a week. He never drank a lot but after about 3 months, I realized that I looked forward to it."
Once again, he had surprised me. "What do you mean?"
"Just as he was addicted to drinking my blood, I became addicted to him drinking from me. When we were done, it was like I had provided him with the greatest pleasure that I could, and I grew to look forward to it. After he died, I realized that it was not him that I was missing but the feelings I got from letting him drink from me."
"That is not so unusual. It is a dependency. It is like the Florence Nightingale syndrome where you get an almost high from helping. I can understand this. But seeing that you and your friends are into the whole Goth, and vampire things, why do you feel that you need to tell me in private?"
"I feel different with you, than when I am with them. I know that you are infatuated with me, and I can see the desire in your eyes. I think that I might feel the same way towards you that you feel towards me."
"I do admit that I feel something stronger with you than I have EVER felt with anyone." I decided to not tell him just how infatuated I was, but at that point, I knew where this was going, and I was secretly screaming for joy.
"I think I love you D'Archon. My dark one. I want to spend the night with you. I want to be with you, and feel you inside of me. I also want you to drink from me. I have not shared my blood with anyone since my lover died; and I want you to take it from me. I want to willing let you drink the very thing that keeps me alive."
The whole time that he had been talking he eyes bored into mine, and almost burning with a visible fire. After he said this though he dropped his head, and almost looked like he was bracing for me to hit him, tell him to leave, and that he was sick. I walked over to him, and lifted his chin. I held his head up until he finally looked into my eyes. Our eyes locked, and when he saw that I was not mad or disgusted, he collapsed into my arms almost crying with relief. I brought his face up to my own, and we kissed long and hard.
After a good 5 minutes of kissing and just enjoying the feel of hold each other, he pulled away.
"We need to talk about this if we are going to do it."
"Okay. I know that I probably should not ask, but how did you and your last lover do it?"
I knew I had opened up a sore spot for him, but I had to know. From what he had told me, I knew that his lover was very controlling when it came to sex, and to me, this was going to be special. I did not want him to think that he was just a piece of meat to me.
"He would always fuck me hard, and just before he would orgasm, he would cut me, and drink. He would drink until he came, and then he would push me out of the bed and tell me to leave until nightfall."
I had to look away at this. It was a painful memory to him, but it angered me. I know a lot of people that do this, and sharing blood is sharing life. It has to be special. It is giving your life for someone to consume. It is just as great of a gift as would be giving your own life so that another can live.
"If we do this, we do it my way. I can see your hurt. The look in your eyes tells me that you felt happy to give but used at the same time. Come with me into the bedroom, and we will take it slow."
We went into my room, and I pulled the covers off of the bed. I stood there in front of him, and waited on him to make the moves. I knew that he was really apprehensive about it, but if we were to go that far, then he had to be willing. I had done this many times, but not in the same way he had done.
He slowly walked over to me, and started running his hands over my chest. They slowly massage me and working in circles, he slowly lowered them to my belt. He undid it with nervous fingers, and pulled my pants open and let them fall to the ground. He reached up under my shirt and started to pinch and twist my nipples and I let out a small moan of pleasure. He lifted my shirt off over my head, and brought his mouth to my right nipple. As he slowly started licking and nibbling on it, he continued to pinch, and twist on the other one. His left hand reached behind me, and started rubbing on my ass and feeling the warmth of my crack. He raised up off of me, and brought his lips to mine.
As we kissed I started pulling his shirt out of his pants. I ran my hands under the thin material, and started running them through his hairy chest. I found one of his nipples and starts pinching, and pulling on it. A moan escaped his mouth as he slowly started to arch his back. I unbuttoned his pants, and slowly started to lower to my knees. We broke the kiss, and he pulled his shirt off. As I lowered down, I ran my fingers down his stomach, and slipped them into his pants grabbing hold of his throbbing cock. When I was all the way down, I pulled his pants down, and let him step out of them.
I slowly started stroking his hardening erection and as the first drops of precum came out, I got it onto my finger. I slowly took his cock into my mouth, and as I went down to his pubes, I reached up and put my precum-covered finger into his mouth. As he slowly licked, and sucked the juices off of my finger, I copied his movements on his cock. He noticed that what he did, I did the same, and he really started to get into it. He slowly slid his mouth all the way down my finger taking it as far as it could go into his mouth. When he got it all the way in, he held it for a few seconds, then starts to slowly pull up while swirling his tongue are the bottom of it. I did the same to his cock that he was doing to my finger, and he lot out a moan, and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth. I pulled my finger out, and used it to start rubbing on the sensitive spot that is just between the balls, and the ass hole. I took his cock back into my mouth, but I knew that he could not cum yet. I slowly went all the way down on him again, and took him into my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I started rubbing his perineum hard with one hand, and with the other hand, I reached around and slipped a finger into his tight hole. He gasped with surprise and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth again, and followed by the taste of more precum. As I slowly pulled my head back from his cock, I also slowly pulled out my finger making sure that I rubbed it across his prostate along the way. This got another moan, an another squirt of precum.
I stood up and took him into my arms again. We kissed, and I let him taste his precum that was still on my tongue. As well fell back onto the bed, we broke the kiss, and he let out a sigh. I rolled him over onto his stomach, and spread his legs. I pulled his ass up towards me, and slowly started licking his hot hole. I ran my tongue up and down his crack, and got it good and wet, then started to slowly pry his pink rosebud open with my rough tongue. After a few minutes, he started to loosen up, it in no time, I was fucking his ass with my tongue, and he was moaning so loud that I knew the neighbors would be complaining in the morning.
"Take me my dark one. I need it now." He moaned.
I slowly rose up, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to his waiting hole. As I rubbed my cock against it, I felt him start to open up to accept it. I teased him a bit by pushing in a half inch, the pulling it out. He let out a moan, and before I could react, he had rammed himself back onto my thick cock as hard, and as fast as he could. I lost control at that point, and fell on top of him ramming my full length in and out of his as fast as I could. I fucked him furiously for what seemed like hours, and then I pulled off of him. I picked him up, flipped him over on top of me, and had him sit on my cock, and start riding it.
As he rode me, I started pulling on his cock. He was leaking precum like a faucet, and soon my stomach was covered with his clear juice. He dipped his finger into my navel, and brought it up to my lips and I greedily sucked it in.
"I'm gonna cum soon if you keep riding me like that" I told him.
He grinned evilly and looked down on me. I did not notice it, but as he rode me, he had pulled out a knife that he had thrown on the bed before we even started this. I watched as he opened the blade, and put the shiny metal up against his collarbone. With a quick motion, he cut into his flesh, and blood slowly welled up into the cut. He lowered himself onto my stomach while I keep thrusting my cock up into him. He brought the cut to my lips.
"Drink from me. Share my life."
I slowly started lapping at the wound and sighed happily as the coppery taste flowed across my tongue. As soon as I swallowed the first of it, his body started trembling underneath me. He gasped as I probed the cut with my tongue, and moaned as his cock that was trapped between our two stomachs started spewing coating us in his juice. As I swallowed a second time, I shot the most massive load ever, and with the most intense orgasm of my life.
This is the end of chapter two. I will try to get to chapter three as soon as I can but due to some family problems, it might take a while. This is my first attempt at writing this, so if you have any feedback, criticism, or just want to tell me what you think, then please email me at cssc3100@hotmail.com
Thanks.
Also, I am well aware that this particular form of lovemaking is not one that is looked well upon. If you do decide to partake in the drinking of blood, there are a lot of risks. Make sure you know them all well and only do it with someone that you love and trust. And as always... Get TESTED.