The Modern Vampire

The Modern Vampire By Topher Email: irishlad1987@yahoo.com

This story is entirely erotic fantasy. None of the characters contained herein represent any person, living or dead. Any similarities to real people or places are purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex between consenting male adults. If such material is offensive to you, I suggest you don't read it.

The story revolves around Vampires, and will contain vampire related material. If such things bother you or offend you, do not read the story.

I wanted this story to be more than the typical porn where the characters have sex in every other paragraph. It takes several chapters before the characters actually engage in anything sexual so please have patience and enjoy the story.

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Chapter 3

Adam woke up before Sean the next morning and quietly snuck out of bed. He let Remington out, changed his water and poured him some food in his bowl. He set to work making breakfast, eggs, sausage and greasy potatoes.

He was a little hung over, but not nearly as bad as Sean was going to be once he woke up. Adam ran out and fetched the paper while the potatoes sizzled in the olive oil. The front page story was about his Brother's attack. The police were warning the community that there was a dangerous and presumably armed person or persons on the loose and to use all available caution.

Adam thumbed through the paper, looking for anything that would catch his eye as he started cooking the sausage. He stopped and read a story about some local hunter who had gotten lost in the woods, there was a large search and rescue being organized today at the Park Rangers station just outside of town.

He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sipped on it lightly so he didn't upset his stomach. Remington barked twice, signaling that he wanted back inside for his own breakfast. Adam let him in, gave him a quick scratch and checked what the weather was going to do today. There was a large scattering of clouds moving overhead, they were moving fast and didn't seem to threaten rain.

He clicked on the TV and turned on the local news channel. They were about halfway through the news segment, so he would have to wait a bit for the weather. He checked the potatoes, giving them a stir along with the sausage.

Remington was busy chowing down on his dog food, stopping only to look curiously at the hallway for a moment before going back to eating. Adam guessed Sean was awake, so he poured a second glass of orange juice and went back to investigate.

Sean was indeed awake, holding the sides of his head and squinting in pain. Adam grabbed his head and kissed him on the forehead, "Morning sleeping beauty," he handed him the glass of orange juice.

"Morning already? Fuck," he slowly stood up from the bed, revealing a fairly large bulge at his crotch.

"Looks like a different part of you woke up first," Adam said, laughing at him.

Sean turned bright red and sat back down, tucking his boner between his legs, "Sorry, didn't realize," he pulled the blankets over his crotch to hide it even more.

"Don't worry about it, I'm cooking breakfast, take care of your dick, I'll be back with breakfast in a few minutes," Adam kissed him on the forehead again and left for the kitchen.

Sean flopped back into the bed, pulling down his gym shorts and getting some lotion from the nightstand, lubed up his thick seven inches and started to stroke. The pillows smelled like Adam, which got him even more horny, he was already oozing precum.

He alternated between several fast furious strokes to a couple slow, tight strokes. He moaned with pleasure, cupping his balls and gently rolling them around in his fingers. He lightly pulled on his red pubes with his left hand as his right hand continued stroking his titanium cock.

His hips started to buck involuntarily as he got close to his orgasm. His balls pulled up tight to his cock and prepared to release, and his breathing became abrupt. A tingling sensation swept over his entire body when he finally ejaculated. Goosebumps rose up all over his skin as a geyser of cum sprayed him in the face and soaked his chest and belly.

Adam came walking into the room with a tray of food just as the last few spurts of semen shot from his cock and nearly dropped the tray.

"Sorry, thought you would be done by now," Adam said, turning his back to him.

Sean didn't even care, he groaned in pleasure, still stroking his now empty balls, "I'm not shy about my body, you don't have to look away. I could use something to clean all this up with though," he said.

"Sure, of course," Adam set down the tray on the nightstand and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom. He sat down on the bed next to Sean, "Let me clean it up." He looked at Seans body, glistening with cum, his own cock grew almost instantly hard, tenting his boxer briefs grandly.

He rubbed the soft towel on Sean's face first, cleaning up the semen that had splattered there. He moved slowly, wiping off his neck, bending down and kissing him on the lips. He could taste the slightly salty cum still, it nearly drove him wild.

He tossed the towel aside, and began cleaning up the rest of Sean's chest and stomach with his tongue. Sean tasted amazing, his cum tasted amazing. As his tongue danced across Sean's belly button, he felt Sean reach down and rub his cock through his boxer briefs.

"Take them off," Sean tugged on his underwear playfully.

Adam wasted no time; his boxers were off and across the room in a second. Sean took a moment to admire Adam's body, his hefty nine inch cock swollen, standing at full attention. Sean reached out and grabbed him, pushing him down onto the bed and planting a rough kiss.

His kisses were expertly placed, on his lips, down to his neck, tracing an irregular path down to each of his nipples. Sean's fingers found Adam's balls and softy he played with them, continuing his kisses, down to Adams abdomen, his belly button. Sean buried his face in Adam's pubic hair, smelling it, his own cock growing just as hard as Adams all over again.

Adam gasped as Sean took in his cock, his tongue swirling around the head several times before he deep throated Adams entire length. Adam still had the taste of Sean's cum in his mouth, it was a warmth, similar to spices, and it excited him beyond imagining.

As Sean's head bobbed up and down on his cock, Adam started running his fingers through Sean's short red hair, rubbing it, playing with it. Sean pulled off for only a moment to catch a quick breath before slobbering back down the shaft.

He sucked for about ten minutes, then pulled off again, fitting both of Adam's balls into his mouth and using his tongue to roll them around.

"I'm getting close," Adam said, panting.

Sean smiled, and slowly, deliberately, he deep throated Adam again, over and over he took Adams entire cock into his mouth, swallowing at the very end so that he could fit all nine inches down his throat.

"I'm cumming," Adam said, grabbing Sean's head and holding him down on his cock. Sean could feel each spurt of cum, could taste it on the back of his tongue as Adams balls emptied into his mouth and throat. He kept bobbing up and down as Adam's orgasm ran its course, his mouth was absolutely full of cum and he had already swallowed a fair amount.

"Kiss me," Adam said suddenly. Sean obediently crawled up his body and kissed him, letting some of the cum flow from his mouth into Adam's. After a few moments, Adam pulled Sean higher up, so Sean was straddling his chest, his hard cock within perfect sucking range.

He returned the favor, sucking Sean's entire cock into his mouth and giving him head. He loved how Sean's red pubes tickled his nose as he sucked. Sean's balls were hanging low, rubbing along his chest as Sean humped his face, groaning with pleasure. Adam reached up with both his hands, rubbing Sean's chest, his nipples, and his stomach.

Sean let his head fall back, fully enjoying the sensations that Adam was giving him. Adam put his right index finger inside Sean's mouth and let him suck it, getting it nice and wet. Then he used it to circle Sean's hole, running his finger around and around it, putting a steady pressure on it. He continued to suck Sean's cock as he fingered his hole, putting more and more pressure on it until his wet finger finally slipped inside.

Sean's back arched, cum blasted out of his cock, spraying down the back of Adam's throat. Adam swallowed every last drop, not even taking his mouth off of Sean's cock until he was sure there was no more cum leaking out.

Sean fell down on the bed next to Adam, thoroughly out of breath and smiling from ear to ear.

"That was spectacular," he said, still panting with ecstasy.

Adam laughed, "Yes, it was," he agreed.

Sean snuggled up against him again, resting his head on Adam's chest. Adam could feel Sean's still partially swollen cock against his thigh. It had been months since he'd gotten any action, his balls felt light and empty, which is one of the best physical experiences a man can have.

He nibbled on Sean's ear, "Time for some breakfast, get some nutrients so your boys can restock the shelves for later," he cupped Sean's balls again, smiling as he knew they were considerably lighter as well.

"Breakfast sounds amazing, what did you make?"

"Eggs, toast, sausage and potatoes, which should be right up your alley," Adam said, leaning over to get the tray of food off the nightstand.

Sean dove in with ferocity, attacking the toast like a starving hyena, "I'm hungry," he said, washing down the toast with some orange juice.

"Yes, I can see that," Adam laughed. He clicked on the television in his room and began flipping through channels.

"So what's the plan for today?" Sean asked through a mouthful of sausage.

"Hadn't decided yet, any ideas?"

"Take me shooting,"

"Fantastic idea!" Adam jumped up out of the bed and went to his closet. He quickly put in the combination to his gun safe and grabbed out his shotgun and .308 and ammo for both. He grabbed a couple boxes of .45 cal for his 1911 too.

"Whoah, you have lots of guns," Sean was impressed.

"You can never own too many guns," Adam responded, packing the .308 into its case.

Sean quickly finished the remainder of his breakfast and threw on some of Adams spare clothes; they were a little loose, but not too bad. By the time he came out of the bedroom, Adam already had everything packed into his jeep.

"Let me make sure Remington has fresh water and then we can go," he let Remington out one last time to do his business and refilled the water bowl. He checked his cell phone, no missed calls or texts which he was thankful for.

Once Remington was finished, Adam let him back in and scratched his head, "We will be back in a bit boy, behave yourself."

The shooting range wasn't too far away, and Adam knew almost all the regular shooters there, as well as the employees who ran the place. Once they were there, he bought a bunch of targets and he and Sean went and set them all up.

Adam pulled out his rifle first, "Here Sean, let me show you a couple things." He explained the basics of the gun to him, showing him the safety, how to use the scope and how to work the bolt action.

"Okay, let me see you shoot a few times, just so I have an idea of what to expect," Sean suggested.

"No problem. Here, put these on," Adam handed him some ear protection and went prone, laying out the box of rounds next to him and checking the scope. Once he was satisfied that all was as it should be, he chambered a round, took a couple of deep breaths, lined up the shot, let his breath out and squeezed the trigger.

The rifle fired, recoiling back into Adams shoulder and loosing the round downrange. It was about an inch off center, up and to the right. Adam adjusted the scope and chambered another round, squeezing it off faster than the first. The second shot was true, nailing the center of the target, he smiled broadly.

"I love that," he said, loading another round. He fired a few more shots, pleased with his grouping. "Alright, your turn, lay down like I did and brace the rifle against your shoulder. Make sure it's in tight. Good. Now pull the bolt back and put one of the rounds in."

Sean followed Adam's instructions and cracked off a round, missing the target completely. Adam chuckled, "Breath out right before you fire the round."

Sean took a little longer with the second round, and when he squeezed the trigger, the bullet hit the target, low, but at least it was on target. "That was friggen awesome!" he exclaimed.

"Go ahead and fire a few more, get a feel for it," Adam suggested.

They spent the better part of the morning shooting the various weapons and targets. There isn't anything in the world quite so satisfying as getting a nice grouping. As it turned out, Sean was gifted with the shotgun, nailing 17 out of 20 clay pigeons. Adam was impressed with his accuracy.

The 1911 was a different story, Adam was skilled with the pistol, but Sean was all over the place. Even after Adam gave him a few pointers, he was still not able to get the shots where he wanted them to go.

They didn't stop shooting until they had gone through all the ammo Adam had brought, "So what did you think?" Adam asked as he packed up the guns.

"Epic," Sean said, hugging him, "Best second date I have ever had," he laughed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed," they climbed into his jeep and headed back. "So you want to hang out some more or shall I take you home?"

"Work still hasn't called, I'm cool with hanging out, as long as you are okay with it," Sean said.

"Fine with me, I am growing quite fond of you," Adam replied.

"Well thank you," Sean leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I feel like we should go back to your place and cuddle, maybe watch a movie?" Sean gave Adam a puppy dog look full of cuteness.

"You look ridiculous with your big green eyes and face screwed up that way," Adam teased, poking Sean in the ribs again.

"You and your poking...sheesh, I feel like the Pillsbury dough boy," Sean fired back.

Adam did his best to put on a dorky smile, "You are much, much cuter than the Pillsbury dough boy."

"Well I should hope so," Sean rolled down his window and hung his head out, letting the wind wash over his face.

"A bit strange if you ask me, but cute," he said as he pulled the jeep into the driveway and waited for the garage to open.

"Strange people are always more fun than normal people. It's a rule of physics, strange equals fun."

Adam grabbed out the guns from the back and took them inside, making sure the garage door was shutting, he flipped off the garage light and said hello to Remington, "Go ahead and look through my movies, there are a bunch in that cabinet over there, and a whole dresser full of them in my room. I need to clean the guns."

"Sure, I'll let Remington out too," Sean pulled open the patio door, petting Remington on his way out, tail wagging furiously.

It took Adam about an hour to get the guns cleaned; Sean had talked his ear off the whole time, which he didn't mind at all. Sean had grown up in mostly small towns, his father bouncing from job to job. Their family had always lived paycheck to paycheck, struggling just to put food on the table. He was an only child, his mother died of a heroin overdose on his tenth birthday.

He had resolved to better his life, he worked his ass off in school, got good grades and a stellar ACT score. He had several scholarships which he used to pay for medical school. His father was now a drunk and he didn't speak to him except on major holidays.

Adams life had been much different. His Father was a lawyer, high class criminal defense, where all the money was. Adam had never wanted for anything, which hadn't done much for his sense of responsibility. The second he turned 18, he had enlisted with the Marine Core and learned how to be a man.

He made excellent money and lived a relatively low key life, doing what he loved best. Adam still talked with his parents and visited them often. His parents were retired now and spent much of their time traveling the world.

Once he had put away the guns, with the exception of his 1911, which was never out of reach, he sat down on the couch with Sean, who had chosen Tombstone to watch.

"Are you gonna be my huckleberry?" Sean teased, tickling Adam.

They cuddled up on the couch, Adam the big spoon once again, and watched the movie. Remington helped himself to the lazy boy in the corner and was soon snoring so loudly that they had to adjust the volume on the TV to hear over him.

About halfway through their movie, Sean's cell phone rang. He picked it up and as soon as he saw the caller I.D. he answered, "Hey."

He listened for several moments, "Alright, I'll be there soon," he sat up, "Adam, I need you to run me back home. That was the hospital. A bus full of kids collided with a semi-truck, they need me there."

"Holy shit," Adam jumped off the couch, grabbing his gun and holster and strapping it to his waist.

In just a few short minutes, they were in his jeep, speeding toward Sean's place. Neither of them spoke the whole way there, Adam could tell Sean was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to see.

As soon as they reached Sean's house, Sean leaned over to Adam and kissed him, their heads were resting against one another. "Sorry to cut everything short tonight, but I had an amazing time with you."

"Don't apologize, I completely understand. Besides, we can always finish that movie another time. I'm going to go see my brother since we are going to the hospital anyway. Want me to come in with you?"

"Yeah, come on, I need to shower fast anyway," Sean jumped out of the jeep and ran to his door, fumbling with the keys until he found the one he needed.

As Adam walked in, he noticed Sean's house smelled like spiced apple pie, "Air freshener?"

"Yeah, it smells good," he was taking clothing off as he talked, "There's a computer over there if you feel like doing something while I shower," Sean was now naked and headed for the shower. Adam heard the water come on and sat down at the computer.

He quickly scanned through the desktop icons, finding one in particular that caught his attention. It was a folder named, 'Attacks,' which sparked his curiosity. He clicked open the folder and found dozens of files, newspaper articles, police reports, witness accounts. It was a gold mine of information.

As he read, he discovered that there had been literally dozens of attacks in the last several months, all of them exactly like his brothers assault. The victims usually lived, but were severely beaten and near death. None of them seemed to remember what had happened, couldn't tell the police anything helpful.

One attack had a witness though, and Adam couldn't believe what he was reading. The witness had been a seventeen year old girl, she was walking home after a piano recital when she heard shouts and muffled fighting sounds. She had approached the two fighting men and seen something awful. She said she watched the men fight, punching, kicking, struggling with one another. But eventually, one of the men became the clear victor, and once he had the upper hand, the girl said he bent over his victim and bit his neck.

She claimed she had witnessed a vampire attack, which wasn't possible. Adam nearly jumped out of his chair as Sean came up behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders.

"Sneaky bastard, almost gave me a heart attack."

"Found my little project huh? What do you think?" Sean had a towel wrapped around his waist and Adam couldn't help but run his fingers across his still wet chest.

"There is a lot of information here; I didn't realize there were so many attacks. This is insane, especially the witness account of what happened."

"Yep, and all the victims are mysteriously low on blood when they arrive at the hospital. The very first attack, at least as far as I can tell, the man died, he was completely drained of blood, not a drop left in his veins. The cops never found any blood either, he was thrown into the bushes by that bridge in Westend Park." Sean took off the towel and put on a pair of briefs followed by his scrubs.

"I'd like to look through this again sometime if you don't mind," Adam stood up and kissed Sean.

"Of course, whenever."

"Let's get you to work," Adam slapped Sean's ass hard as he walked passed him.

Sean yelped, jumping slightly in surprise, "Hey now, don't need to be horned up right now," he said, massaging his butt cheek.

Adam just laughed as he walked out the door. Sean shut and locked it and they got into the jeep.

The hospital was a clusterfuck when they arrived. Nurses, doctors, orderlies and a slew of other people were everywhere. As soon as Sean was spotted, a nurse told him they needed him in Trauma immediately.

"Got to go, not sure when I'll be done, I'll call you," Sean told him as he disappeared down a hallway.

Adam went to the front desk and waited patiently for the woman to finish explaining to a worried group of parents that the hospital needed them to stay out of the way so they could do their jobs.

"That's my daughter in there woman! Don't tell me I can't see my daughter!" A man shouted at her.

"Sir, your daughter was one of the worst that has arrived so far, you can't be with her right now. The doctors need calm and quiet to work, and if you are in there, the atmosphere would be charged with emotion. Please, go to the cafeteria and grab some tea, all you can do is wait." She said calmly.

Grudgingly, the father walked away, his wife clinging to his side, her face streaked with tears.

The woman at the desk turned to Adam, "Can I help you?"

"Which room is Cory Grenwich in?"

She typed the name into her computer and waited a few moments for the screen to reveal his whereabouts, "Looks like they moved him to Recovery, it will be the fourth floor, room 487."

Adam thanked her and headed for the elevator. He had to dodge a doctor who was running from room to room checking on various patients. Several nurses were already on the elevator when he stepped on, many of them looked exhausted, but the determined looks on their faces was one he had seen many times in the Marines.

"You all are doing a wonderful job, great work. I appreciate what you do," He said suddenly.

"Thank you," one of them replied, a smile on her face.

Most of them got off on the third floor, and it was considerably less busy than below. On the fourth floor, Adam quickly found Cory's room and slipped inside. Cory was awake, watching some game show on the television.

"Adam, good to see you," Cory was still badly bruised, but some of his color had returned.

"How are you?"

"Sore, but recovering," he turned down the volume on the television.

"How long do they want you to stay in here?"

"Two more days, and then they will take a look at me and determine if I'm healthy enough to let go."

"Do you need anything from home?"

"No, but something other than hospital food would be much appreciated," Cory pointed over at the tray of jello, grey chicken nuggets and mushy tater tots.

"Any requests?"

"Surprise me, it doesn't matter at this point. I'm so hungry I just don't care." Cory gave the tray a final look of disgust and turned up the volume on his television again.

"I'll be back shortly," Adam said, glad that Cory was recovering well.