Cover by Brian Yaksha.

This work contains explicit sexual scenes between adults, as well as graphic violence. Major themes and triggers include: blood drinking, physical/sexual abuse (off-page), sex work, harm to sex workers (off-page), and anti-sex worker language, murder, blood, violence, eye trauma, vomiting, spanking, anatomical terms for a trans man: t-dick, dick, clit, cock, pussy, cunt.

7k words.

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Anders was just passing through, which was how he preferred it. Staying in one place for too long meant questions he had no good answers to. As he entered the Lion’s Den, he did so as a stranger.

Thirst gnawed at him. Anders hadn’t fed in several weeks while he’d been on the road, getting the fuck out of San Diego after things got a little too complicated. By the time he arrived in Chicago, he was dying for a taste of some fresh blood. The Lion’s Den was one of several blood clubs in town, but it was the headquarters of the town’s coven and owned by the coven’s leader, a vamp named Gustav. Not announcing himself to the coven would be considered a snub, so Anders had parked his car in the closest paid lot and walked the few blocks in the cold to the club.

The bouncer let him in with little fanfare other than a hand signal to someone farther back in the club. Anders took in the space, which was open and dimly lit, with red fluorescent lights lining the perimeter. Quite a few people, vampires and humans, lounged at the various tables and booths, some in the act of drinking blood. The sight only enhanced Anders’ hunger. Just as he was about to head to the bar, a young woman in all black approached him.

“Welcome, sir,” she intoned with a nod of her head. “My name is Michelle, and I work for the coven. Perhaps you’d like to come pay your respects to our leader?”

“Thank you,” Anders told her, and she led him across the club and up the stairs along the far wall. Another bouncer let them through into a cordoned-off VIP area, where booths and sofas were distributed across the tiled floor. At one of the booths sat a large, wide-shouldered man with pale white skin, surrounded on either side by young humans fawning over him. He met Anders’ eyes and gestured him over.

“Welcome, stranger,” the man said in a booming voice as Anders approached. “I’m Gustav, and this is my city.”

“An honor, sir,” Anders said. “My name is Anders Lund. It’s my pleasure to visit your fine city.” The flattery was necessary. Anything less could be taken as an affront. That was how vampire hierarchies worked, Anders had learned repeatedly over the centuries. 

“You must be thirsty,” Gustav said, taking a close look at him. “Please, enjoy one of my staff. I have Alyssa here, or Jason, if you’d prefer.” He gestured at a boy and girl in the booth with him, both looking no older than 20. Alyssa was pretty, but as soon as Anders laid eyes on Jason, he knew his choice. The boy had auburn hair down to his shoulders, freckles across his face, and full red lips. He was wearing spandex booty shorts and a black mesh tank top, which did nothing to hide his slender body. And something else—with a gnawing feeling in his stomach, Anders noticed ring-shaped bruises around his neck and wrists.

Anders nodded at Jason, and the boy got up from the booth.

“Would you like to go to a private room, sir?” Jason asked him, demure and reserved. Anders nodded again, and he followed Jason as the boy led them to the back of the VIP lounge. Jason collected a key from yet another bouncer, then unlocked one of the doors in the back hallway, holding it open for Anders. When they entered and he locked the door behind them, Jason turned to Anders.

“Would you like me to be naked?” Jason asked, his hands clasped together.

“Not necessary,” Anders said, “but if you want to take your shirt off so it doesn’t stain, go ahead.”

Jason nodded and pulled his tank top off, revealing twin top surgery scars and an expanse of freckles across his chest. His milky skin was incredibly tempting, and Anders couldn’t help but cross to him immediately. His hands bracketed Jason’s hips, and with one trembling breath, he inhaled the scent of Jason’s neck. Sweat, a mild body wash, and underneath that, the iron tang of blood.

In an instant, Anders was upon him, sinking his teeth into the side of Jason’s throat. The taste of his blood, metallic and rich, washed over Anders. His thirst, which had become more and more insistent over the past few days, was bottomless. He wanted to drink until he gorged himself. The delicate sigh that escaped Jason’s mouth only made him more ravenous, sucking hard on the wound he’d made, drinking deep. His hands clung to Jason’s sides, and Jason shakily put his hands on Anders’ shoulders, bracing himself against the onslaught.

As the thirst abated, Anders pulled back slightly, gently lapping at Jason’s neck as the blood leaked out in a trickle. As the wound’s bleeding slowed, Jason sighed again, a soft sound.

“Thank you,” Anders told Jason, removing his hands from his hips and taking a step back. “I needed that.”

“It’s my pleasure to serve, sir,” Jason replied, which made Anders’ skin crawl. He suddenly remembered the bruises that peppered Jason’s skin.

“Don’t call me sir,” he said. “I’m not your boss.” He took a moment, looked around, and saw exactly what he expected—a surveillance camera on the ceiling. No good asking Jason about those bruises here.

“Okay,” Jason said bashfully. “Would you like to… make further use of my body?” He clearly struggled not to append a “sir” on there at the end. Of course Anders wanted to fuck him, but more importantly, this was an opportunity to get the kid away from his boss.

“Are you allowed to come back to my motel room?”

“If Gustav gives me permission,” Jason said with a nod and reached to pick up his shirt from where he dropped it on the ground.

“Then let’s go ask him.”

*

Gustav agreed to let Anders take Jason with him, so the two walked the cold streets to the parking garage, got in the car, and headed across town to the motel where Anders had booked a room. Once they were leaving the neighborhood, Anders turned his head slightly to look at Jason.

“Did he give you those bruises?”

Jason sucked in a breath, looking straight ahead, and nodded once.

“And I assume it wasn’t done with your permission?”

“He’s my boss,” Jason said weakly. That answered that question. They drove in silence for the rest of the way, until Anders pulled into the motel lot. He grabbed his luggage from the trunk, and the two of them checked in at the front desk. Keys acquired, they made their way to the assigned room, which was just large enough to contain a bed, a TV, a mini fridge, and a dresser. The bathroom was even smaller. But Anders had stayed in worse accommodations.

As soon as Anders locked the door, Jason began taking his clothes off, but Anders stopped him with a raised hand.

“I brought you here to talk,” he told the boy, which only made Jason look nervous. “How long have you been working for Gustav?”

“Two years,” Jason said, tugging anxiously at the bottom hem of his shirt. “I got this job to pay for my surgery.”

 “Does he have some kind of leverage over you? Why do you keep working for him if he treats you like that?”

Jason looked away, considering his answer. Anders didn’t push, let the boy think.

“He said he’d rather kill me than let me go,” Jason whispered after a few moments. Anders was afraid of that answer.

“I will get you out of this,” Anders promised. He didn’t play the hero often. But this boy, with his auburn hair and delicate freckles, didn’t deserve those bruises. No one did. Gustav was a sick fuck, and he was going to pay.

It wasn’t unusual for coven leaders to be corrupt, cruel, or even downright sadistic. But normally they behaved well with the humans they relied on for food. It was how one kept the peace. Gustav, however, didn’t follow those rules—which itself was a weakness. One Anders would figure out how to take advantage of.

“You don’t have to do that,” Jason said, looking uneasy.

“It would be my pleasure,” Anders assured him. “Taking down sick bastards is an old pastime of mine.” That got Jason to look at him, at least, and maybe the tilt of his mouth was a half smile. 

“Are we going to fuck still?” Jason asked, inclining his head slightly.

“I told you, that’s not why I brought you here,” Anders said, though that answer made Jason frown and bite at his lip. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that I don’t normally get to fuck guys I’m… attracted to,” Jason eventually finished. He was brave enough to look Anders in the eye as he said it.

Thinking about Jason’s life was honestly upsetting to Anders. It didn’t exactly put him in the mood. Jason seemed undaunted, however, and slowly walked over to Anders.

“Can I kiss you instead?” Anders asked. Jason’s brow creased in disappointment, but he nodded.

Anders caught Jason by the chin, pulling him in gently, and then leaned down to press his lips against Jason’s. God, they were soft. He must moisturize. Jason let out a little sigh against Anders’ lip, and Anders took the opportunity to press his tongue against the opening of the boy’s mouth. As the kiss deepened, Jason clutched at Anders’ shoulders, and Anders ran his fingers through Jason’s thick hair. Giving a little experimental tug to his hair was all it took to get the boy moaning, and that was it for Anders. In spite of his earlier protests, he felt his erection growing, pressing against his pants.

“Please,” Jason begged, and Anders’ fragile resistance crumbled.

“I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart,” Anders murmured against Jason’s lips. The boy wrapped his arms around Anders’ neck, pulling him flush against his body. As they kissed, Anders’ fingers crept underneath the hem of Jason’s shirt, feeling the skin beneath. And then he reached around, experimentally cupping the curve of Jason’s ass. A keen slipped from Jason’s lips, into Anders’ mouth.

“I can taste my blood on you,” Jason whispered as he pulled back to take his shirt off.

“Is that a bad thing?” Anders asked.

“No,” Jason said with a small smile. “It’s strange. I like it.”

Anders drank in Jason’s body as the boy pulled down his shorts. His nipples were oblong from being grafted during top surgery, but Anders didn’t mind. He liked that Jason had shaped his body to his liking. He had a small amount of downy hair across his chest, intermixed with the freckles.

As Jason pulled down his jeans and briefs in one go, Anders began to remove his own clothes, and he felt the heat of Jason’s eyes as he watched. Anders knew he was attractive. His broad shoulders, generous chest hair, and strong body had made more than a few lovers weak at the knees. After 700 years, he was normally indifferent to the effect his body had on others, as few and far between as his partners were. But watching Jason devour him with his gaze, Anders felt dizzy from need. He pulled his jeans off and then his underwear, his cock standing fully erect. 

They kissed again, pressing together, the head of Anders’ cock leaving a wet smudge on Jason’s belly. Jason pulled back, only to sink to his knees. His face was flushed, his lips red, and then his tongue licked curiously at the head of Anders’ cock. With a deep groan, Anders brought his fingers to Jason’s hair, running through the thick locks. Anders let Jason set the pace, the boy licking and sucking lightly at Anders’ cockhead.

“Go as slow as you like,” Anders told him, knowing his girth was significant. But Jason seemed not to mind, using his hand to stroke the length of Anders’ cock while he played with the head with his mouth. The sensation was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure through Anders. He couldn’t remember exactly the last time he’d had someone do this for him, but it had been at least a year, most likely. Part of being constantly on the move was the disconnect between him and the people around him. But the last thing he felt right then was disconnected. The energy between him and Jason was magnetic.

As if on cue, Jason leaned in and opened his mouth wide, slowly lowering himself down on Anders’ thick cock. Anders groaned again as the wet heat encased him. Jason lavished attention on Anders’ cock, sliding down and back again, jacking the length he couldn’t reach with his mouth. Part of Anders wanted to fuck his mouth, but he held back, letting Jason go at his own pace. His pleasure rose as Jason tended to him, and it wasn’t long before it threatened to overtake him.

“I want to fuck you now,” he told Jason, petting his hair. Jason pulled off with a wet smack.

“Yes please,” Jason said, his voice heavy with desire as he rose to his feet. Anders pulled him close for another kiss, enjoying the taste of his own cock on Jason’s lips.

“Where do you like to be fucked?” Anders asked between kisses to the side of Jason’s jaw.

“My cunt, if you don’t mind,” Jason replied.

“I absolutely don’t mind,” Anders said with a small laugh. “I couldn’t think of anything I’d mind less. Now get on the bed.”

Jason flopped onto the bed, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs invitingly. His pink cunt glistened, and a small t-dick jutted out. He looked absolutely edible. Anders briefly considered eating him out, but the insistent hardness between his legs had other ideas.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting next to Jason, and grazed his fingers down Jason’s lower belly, which elicited a full-body shudder from the boy. Seeking wet heat, he dipped his hand down to cup Jason’s pussy, giving his dick an experimental stroke with his thumb. Jason sucked in a sharp breath, then a soft moan as Anders stroked between his cunt lips with his middle finger. Watching the boy’s expressive face, Anders pressed one finger inside Jason’s cunt. Jason’s lips were parted, his cheeks flushed.

“That feel good?” Anders asked, thrusting gently with his finger, in and out. Jason nodded, his hair hanging messily across his forehead.

“Another,” Jason pleaded, and Anders was happy to oblige. He pressed a second finger into Jason, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s inner heat. Finding his rhythm, Anders pumped his fingers in and out, giving the occasional rub to Jason’s clit. Once he thought the boy seemed relaxed enough, Anders pulled his fingers out, wiped them on his thigh, and crawled in between Jason’s spread legs.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told Jason.

“Please,” Jason said, his eyes locked on Anders’ cock.

The feeling of pressing his cock into Jason’s pussy sent pleasure shooting through his cock and up into his body. He forced himself to go slow, not wanting to hurt Jason, who keened as Anders seated himself fully inside.

“You good?” Anders asked before he continued.

“God, yes,” Jason replied, rolling his hips, encouraging Anders to move. “You don’t need to be gentle. I can take it.”

Taking that permission, Anders began to fuck Jason, starting with a few experimental shallow thrusts, eyes on Jason’s reaction. The boy looked incredible, his pupils blown wide and his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. 

“Harder,” Jason insisted. That was all Anders needed to start fucking Jason in earnest. He bottomed out and pulled back, only to thrust in again, deep. A little sound that might have been a “yes” slipped past Jason’s lips. Anders held tight on Jason’s hips, pushing into his cunt with a relentless rhythm. He felt electric, every part of his body lit up by pleasure. It was almost like being alive again. He could get addicted to this feeling. The only thing that would make it better would be if he could drink from Jason while he fucked him. He regretted feeding at the club, wanted the bold flavor of Jason’s blood on his tongue as he took the boy inside and out. Next time, because there absolutely would be a next time.

As Anders’ pleasure built, he shifted his balance to reach down and rub on Jason’s cock. He wanted so badly to see the boy come, see him fall apart from pure sensation. His fingers massaged the hood of the boy’s clit, pressing down, back and forth. Broken moans filled the air, and while most of them came from Jason, Anders knew some were his.

“Can I come inside?” he asked, feeling the building momentum of his close orgasm.

“God, yes,” Jason moaned. As if on command, Anders’ climax overtook him, pleasure shooting through his body, curling his toes and forcing a shout from his mouth. He thrust deep into Jason, releasing his seed in the boy’s cunt. He was dimly aware as Jason knocked his hand away and began furiously rubbing his clit, clearly a practiced motion, and after a few moments his voice broke, his back arched, and he was overcome by what looked to be wave after wave of pleasure. Anders felt himself slowly returning to Earth, his breathing labored as he came down. Pulling out of Jason was awkward, but he was rewarded by the sight of his cum dripping from Jason’s pussy. Irresistible.

Getting on his stomach, Anders leaned down, bringing his face between Jason’s legs. With delicate motions, he licked the cum trickling out of Jason’s cunt, then when that brought no protest, he lapped at Jason’s opening. He scooped out his own release from Jason’s wet hole, held it in his mouth, and then climbed up Jason’s body till they were face to face. Jason’s eyes widened, but he obediently opened his mouth, and Anders fed him his cum, which Jason dutifully swallowed.

“Thank you,” the boy said between heavy breaths. Anders kissed him lazily in reply, one arm around Jason’s waist. They eventually pulled apart and got up, and Anders led Jason to the shower. He took his time cleaning Jason from head to toe, savoring the feeling of Jason’s soft locks as he massaged shampoo into his scalp. They stayed under the shower until the water started to run cold, trading kisses and caresses. It felt like having a lover, but Anders forced himself to remember that Jason was on the clock.

“I hate to take you back,” Anders said as reality crept back up on him while they got dressed. Jason just shrugged. “I hope you believe me when I say I’m going to get you out of there.”

“It’s nice of you to say that,” Jason said, looking downcast, which pulled at something inside Anders.

“I’m serious,” Anders insisted. “I’m going to figure out how to take him down. Guys like him are bad enough when they’re human, but when they’re immortal, someone has to do something.”

“He’s powerful,” Jason practically whispered. “He’ll kill you.”

“I’d like to see him try,” Anders said through the tension in his jaw. “I guarantee you I’m older than him, and for us, power comes from age. I’ll find his weakness, and I’ll take him down. You don’t have to believe me now, but I promise you it’s true.” Jason shrugged again, but he did reward Anders with another kiss before they took off.

*

The next two months were spent on reconnaissance and fucking. Anders visited the Lion’s Den nearly every day, except when Jason had his weekends on Monday and Tuesday. He ingratiated himself with Gustav, making conversation and acting the part of the uncaring vampire in front of the bastard, only to spoil Jason rotten when they had their precious moments together. At least, they were precious to Anders. Jason seemed to feel the same way, but Anders wouldn’t know how much Jason truly liked him until the boy was no longer being paid to keep him company. 

“What will I do once you kill Gustav?” Jason whispered into Anders’ shoulder as they laid in bed one Saturday.

“I’ll support you for as long as it takes for you to find a new job,” Anders promised.

“What if I’m useless at anything besides sex?” the boy said, even softer. 

“I won’t let you flounder,” Anders reassured him. “It might take time, but you aren’t alone. I’ll be there for you for as long as you want me. If you do want me.”

“Of course I want you,” Jason said with a scoff, and the warm, possessive part of Anders relished that. He ate Jason’s cunt that evening, treating his boy to a luxurious, prolonged series of orgasms.

The news came the next day. Anders arrived at the Lion’s Den at his usual time, around eleven at night. Gustav greeted him warmly.

“Just so you know,” Gustav told him, “I won’t be here for the next week. I’m vacationing at my mountain chalet.”

“That sounds amazing,” Anders said. “I imagine it’s beautiful. Where is it?” And Gustav, after two months of pleasant conversation with his new “friend,” told Anders exactly where the chalet was located.

“It’s the only large house on that entire stretch of road,” Gustav said loftily. “There’s a few little cabins scattered around, but nothing worth writing home about. The actual property is several acres of woods, nothing close by. The silence is a luxury compared to here.” He waved his hand as if to indicate the city.

“Sounds wonderful,” Anders said, committing the location to memory. He saw Jason’s wide eyes from across the booth they sat at, realizing Anders’ intention.

When Anders took Jason back to his hotel that night, the boy was laser-focused on the chalet.

“You’re going to kill him there?”

“That’s the plan,” Anders confirmed, but Jason bit his lip pensively. “What is it?” Anders asked. Jason was fidgeting, touching his bruised wrist. The sight sent a flash of rage through Anders.

“I just… I want to make him hurt,” Jason said softly.

“You mean you want him to hurt in general, or you want to be the one to do it?”

“I want to be the one who does it,” Jason practically whispered. 

Anders took a moment to observe the boy, stroking his hair lightly. Jason looked resolute, and Anders wondered how long he’d been wanting this.

“Anything you want, darling.”

*

The drive out to Gustav’s chalet took about two hours. Jason fidgeted restlessly, and Anders had to fight the urge to pull over and wrap the boy in his arms. When they finally reached the chalet, he parked on the side of the road about 500 feet away from the driveway, out of sight from the house.

The chalet was picture perfect, lit by white fairy lights that twinkled against the snow. Out front was a guard, likely a vampire to be standing around in the snow for long periods of time. Anders actually recognized him from the Lion’s Den, a brutish bastard who was rough with the boys.

Anders and Jason walked down the driveway, waving at the guard.

“What are you two doing here?” the guard grunted as they got close, clearly recognizing them.

“Poor Jason is missing his master,” Anders told him. The guard grunted again.

“He’s only been gone a couple days,” the guard grumbled. By then, Anders was directly across from him, only a foot separating them. The guard looked wary, but he was completely unprepared for the burst of vampire speed as Anders tore his throat out with his teeth before the bastard knew what was happening. Blood splattered heavily against the snow and on Anders’ clothes. His mouth dripped with thick red drops. The guard dropped to the ground, and Anders pulled out the machete he had sheathed slung against his back. With a practiced motion, he hacked off the guard’s head as the man gurgled through his torn throat.

“Wow,” Jason said, looking in awe at Anders’ bloody form.

“More of that to come,” Anders promised him. He crouched down and fished the guard’s keys out of the vampire’s pocket. “Stay back for now. If Gustav has someone watching security cameras, we could have company. I’m going to go into the house and kill anyone I find. I want you to stay out here and hide until I call you.” Jason nodded and looked around for a spot to hide, before settling on crouching behind a large bush.

Anders took off toward the house. It took two tries of the keys before he found the correct one, and he opened the door slowly. Another guard stood in front of the entrance to a living room to the right, and before the man could speak, Anders slashed his throat open with the machete. The man fell to the ground with a thump, and Anders took the opportunity to sever his head from his shoulders as quickly as he could. The man couldn’t scream due to his cut throat, but the sound of his body falling to the ground could have been overheard. Blood poured across the floor, forming a slick puddle.

Stepping carefully as to not slip on blood, Anders headed further into the chalet. The sound of a TV blaring reverberated through the ceiling, giving away the location of someone else in the house. Gustav, perhaps. The stairs would be tricky. They could creak. But fortunately, Anders possessed the light step of a vampire honed over centuries. He was fairly confident there weren’t any more guards, as any sensible operation would have swarmed him by now. Gustav appeared to be the kind of fool who believed himself untouchable. He must not have thought he had any enemies. Big mistake for a vampire.

Anders made his way up the stairs silently, leaving bloody footprints on the cream carpet. When he reached the top of the stairs and entered the hallway, the source of the TV sound was obvious, and he could tell the sounds were that of porn—slapping skin, moaning, horrible electronic music in the background. He readied his machete and bared his fangs as he stood just out of view, and then he craned his neck to glance around the corner and into the room. Gustav sat on a large sectional couch, dick out, jacking himself. A flare of disgust spread through Anders. This was the bastard who hurt Jason. Who undoubtedly had hurt many people over his long lifespan. He was going to die. 

Gustav saw Anders as soon as he entered the room, and his shocked face sent a thrill up Anders’ spine. The vampire looked terrified as he took in Anders’ blood-splattered form and dripping machete.

“Hello, Gustav,” Anders said through a fang-studded grin.

“What the fuck do you want?” Gustav practically whimpered. He hastily tucked his dick into his pants as he spoke, and Anders laughed out loud.

“I want you to suffer. And someone else does too.”

Gustav looked in blind panic at the door, which Anders was blocking, and then at the only other exit—the window. Seeing the idea form in Gustav’s eyes, Anders lunged with inhuman speed and grabbed the vampire by the collar of his shirt, then threw him on the ground and stomped on his neck. A twisted sound escaped Gustav as his windpipe was crushed. Not that vampires needed to breathe, but the pain was just as potent. Gustav moved to stand, but Anders was quicker, kicking him savagely in the head. Pain overtook Gustav, who rolled over and puked onto the carpeted floor. Interesting. Anders had never seen a vampire throw up before, didn’t know it was possible.

“I have money,” Gustav ground out through his crushed throat, clearly seeing he was outmatched. “As much as you want.”

Ignoring him, Anders pointed the machete to Gustav’s throat and pulled out his phone with his left hand. He dialed, and Jason picked up right away.

“You can come in now,” Anders told him. “We’re upstairs.”

“Okay,” Jason said breathlessly. “See you in a minute.”

As he waited for Jason, Anders took the time to put on gloves and then pull out the cuffs he had stored in his pack. They were decorated with carved crosses, and Gustav’s flesh sizzled as Anders placed them on his wrists. The fucking porn was still playing, so when he was sure Gustav wasn’t going anywhere, Anders grabbed the remote and turned it off.

Moments later, the sound of the front door opening and closing carried through the hallway and up the stairs. Gustav’s face turned to panic at the sound of Jason’s boots on the creaking stairs, but when Jason walked in, Gustav actually dared to laugh.

“You’re rescuing this little whore? Is that what this is about?”

“Maybe you should cut out his tongue,” Anders said thoughtfully to Jason as the boy took in the scene. Jason’s boots trailed bloodstained footprints onto the carpet, and he didn’t hesitate before walking right up to Gustav and kicking him in the ribs.

“Hello, master,” he said, the word dripping with malice. Anders didn’t know Jason’s voice could sound like that, and honestly, it turned him on.

“You little fucker—” Gustav barely got the words out before Jason kicked him in the mouth, Gustav screaming as a tooth or two flew loose. Blood filled his mouth and he gagged. Jason looked on gleefully.

“Look at this piece of shit,” Jason said to Anders, looking at him over his shoulder. “He looks pathetic.”

Anders crossed to Jason, placing a hand on his hip and leaning in to kiss his neck.

“He is pathetic,” Anders agreed. “What do you want to do to him?” He murmured the words into Jason’s ear, and Jason hummed in response. Reaching into his back pocket, Jason pulled out a switchblade, one Anders had given him a week or two prior.

Wordlessly, Jason crouched down next to Gustav’s bleeding head. The vampire’s lip was split and bleeding profusely, along with the blood in his mouth from the dislodged teeth. Jason opened the switchblade, looking between it and Gustav thoughtfully.

“You always liked to watch me get dressed over the cameras,” Jason mused. “Too bad you won’t be able to do that anymore.” And with that, he plunged the blade into Gustav’s right eye. The piercing scream that Gustav emitted sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through Anders. He was proud of the violence Jason was causing. The boy would make a good vampire, he thought to himself, storing the thought away for a later time. Jason pulled out the knife, leaving behind the wreckage of Gustav’s right eye.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Anders asked from behind where Jason crouched.

“Good,” Jason said with an open smile up at Anders. He stood and pressed himself to Anders’ front, asking for a kiss, which Anders was more than happy to give him. He imagined tasting Gustav’s blood on Jason’s lips and found himself growing hard.

“Can I have the machete, please?” Jason asked against Anders’ lips as they broke the kiss. 

“Anything you want,” Anders said sincerely and handed him the blade.

“I could play with you,” Jason said, turning to Gustav’s mangled form, “but I think I want to fuck my boyfriend more.” A thrill ran through Anders at the word “boyfriend.” Jason raised the machete and brought it down.

“No, no, no—” Gustav gurgled through the blood, but the blade chopped through the front of his neck regardless of his protests. Messily, Jason pulled back and brought it down again, hacking away until the vampire’s head was crudely separated from his body, blood splattering Jason from the severed artery as he worked. Anders ran his fingers through Jason’s hair when the job was done, helping Jason to his feet.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Anders told him, and Jason threw himself into Anders’ arms, pressing a wild kiss to Anders’ lips. The scent of blood was overpowering; Anders’ body shuddered with need. Splatters of red marked Jason’s face, and Anders couldn’t resist lapping them up with his tongue. The sweet metallic taste of blood sang in his veins, paired with the incredible scent that was all Jason. His hard cock pressed against Jason’s hip.

“Let’s find a bathroom and get cleaned up,” Anders suggested after he pulled away, and Jason chuckled.

“You don’t want to fuck like this?”

 “Covered in blood next to a corpse? I’ve done stranger things,” Anders said. “But it would be nice to get the blood off my face at least.”

“Fair enough,” Jason agreed. They left the den and walked down the upstairs hallway until they found what appeared to be the main bedroom, and attached, the master bath. The jacuzzi inside looked especially tempting, and Jason seemed to feel the same way, based on how his face lit up when he saw it.

Anders closed the bathroom door and put his pack down on the counter before turning the thermostat nob up to a nice, warm temperature. Once the bath was running, he began to strip his bloodstained clothes, and Jason followed suit. Jason cleaned the blood off Anders’ face with a washcloth soaked in warm water, tenderly wiping away the remains of their escapades. Once his face was clean, Anders couldn’t help but plant a deep kiss on Jason’s lips, which had Jason moaning against his mouth.

“Bath?” Jason asked after pulling away for air.

Anders got in first, leaning against the back of the tub, and Jason followed him in, leaning his back against Anders’ chest. Inhaling, Anders scented his neck. His cock twitched against Jason’s back. 

“Eager,” Jason said with an open laugh.

“Very,” Anders agreed. “But first things first.”

Grabbing a shampoo container from a little cut-out in the wall, Anders lathered the herbal-smelling gel into Jason’s hair, earning a happy sigh from Jason. He applied conditioner next, and Jason submerged himself to rinse his hair clean. With water dripping down Jason’s neck, Anders could think of one thing only. He scented Jason again, pressing his hard cock against him.

 “You smell incredible, baby,” Anders told him. Jason just hummed with contentment in response. “You called me your boyfriend. You wanna be my boyfriend, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Jason said breathily, leaning his head back against Anders. “Want to be yours.” He looked up at Anders over his shoulder. “Can we fuck now?”

“Whatever you want,” Anders said.

They got out of the bath and dried themselves off, and Anders led Jason by the hand to the bed.

“I want…” Jason started, looking unsure.

“You can tell me,” Anders said, stroking Jason’s hair.

“I want you to fuck me hard.” Jason looked adorable as he said it, eyes downcast, cheeks flushed from the heat of the bath. Anders pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. This was the same boy who had stabbed a vampire in the eye, and here he was, shy with Anders.

“You want me to be rough with you?”

“Yes, please,” Jason said into Anders’ neck. 

Anders couldn’t help but be surprised. In all the times they’d fucked, it had mostly been gentle, increasingly tender as time went on. He had no idea Jason liked it any other way. But then again, he’d assumed Jason wouldn’t want it rough because he got it rough from his boss whether he liked it or not.

“It’s different when it’s you,” Jason said, as if reading his mind. “You take care of me. You kill for me. You make me feel good.”

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Anders asked, then pushed on Jason’s shoulders, sending him backward toward the bed. “Tell me to stop or slow down at any time.” Jason nodded in agreement, scooting onto the bed, and Anders took a moment to appreciate his naked body. So smooth; he didn’t seem to have been on testosterone for long enough to grow much body hair, but Anders didn’t mind either way. He loved Jason’s body like this, and he’d love it as Jason grew into his new self. Miraculously alive, miraculously human, miraculously his.

Anders crawled onto the bed in front of Jason, pushing him down so he was lying with his head against the pillow. Jason gasped as Anders pressed two fingers against Jason’s lips, and Anders took the opportunity to slide them inside his open mouth.

“Suck,” Anders ordered. Jason complied eagerly, running his tongue along the fingers even as they invaded his mouth. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated in saliva, Anders removed them from Jason’s mouth and reached down to press firmly against Jason’s cock. Jason moaned in response to the insistent touch.

“Such pretty noises for me,” Anders murmured against Jason’s neck. The urge to bite was overwhelming, but he held back. He wanted to bite, but more than anything, he wanted to drink from Jason while his cock was inside him. He gave a few more strokes to Jason’s cock, rubbing the nub along the hood, before reaching down further to press at Jason’s entrance. Jason spread his legs obediently, welcoming Anders inside, which Anders took full advantage of to thrust two fingers without warning into Jason’s wet cunt. Jason gasped and threw his head back, his auburn locks in disarray, and Anders couldn’t help but press a kiss to his neck.

“You’re just dying to drink me, aren’t you?” Jason teased breathlessly.

“Soon,” Anders promised, though it came out gravelly. He thrust his fingers into Jason with renewed vigor, practically chewing at Jason’s neck as he fingered him. He felt like a rabid dog. God, he needed to get inside Jason as quickly as possible. He pulled his fingers out, then grabbed Jason roughly by the hips and dragged him down toward Anders’ achingly hard cock. He’d been hard since Jason stabbed Gustav, and it was getting to be torture.

“On your stomach,” Anders ordered. “Hips up.” Rather than wait for Jason to do it himself, Anders used his grip on Jason’s hips to flip him over, barely avoiding getting hit in the face with Jason’s foot in his frenzy.

“Yes,” Jason groaned at the manhandling. Clearly, he was serious about wanting to be treated roughly. Anders gave him room to assume the requested position, and then he lined himself up behind Jason’s raised ass.

“Can I smack your ass?” Anders asked, massaging the tender flesh beneath his strong fingers.

“You don’t need to ask permission,” Jason said quietly, his head resting on his arms. “Within reason.”

“We’ll need to talk later about what ‘within reason’ means to you,” Anders insisted.

“You’re such a gentleman,” Jason said in a teasing voice, and for that, Anders delivered a firm spank to Jason’s right ass cheek. Jason yelped in response, his voice cracking halfway through.

“That was embarrassing,” he said, hiding his face.

“Hey,” Anders said, grasping Jason’s hair in his fist. “You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me. Ever. You’re my boyfriend and I want you the way you are.”

“This is getting wholesome,” Jason said innocently. “I thought you were going to be rough with me?”

“Oh, you little shit,” Anders laughed and grabbed his cock, lined it up with Jason’s hole, and thrust inside to the hilt. Jason’s resulting moan was going to be imprinted in Anders’ brain forever. Not waiting for Jason to adjust, Anders worked up a rapid rhythm, slamming his hips against Jason’s ass. He placed another smack on Jason’s ass, then another, in time with his thrusts. His left hand gripped Jason’s hip so hard it was likely to bruise. “Feel good, baby?”

“More,” Jason begged. “Please, I want it.”

Shifting his grip, Anders leaned over to balance himself with his hands on Jason’s back, pressing him into the mattress. He used his increased leverage to plow Jason’s hole, fucking him with near-vamp speed. The sensation was like heaven, Jason hot and tight and wet around him. Anders wanted to live inside him, be joined in this way forever. His hips making contact with Jason’s ass made loud skin-on-skin noises, which were almost drowned out by Jason’s moans and gasps. Without warning, Anders pulled out, scooted backward, and manhandled Jason onto his back. Jason spread his legs again, his pussy soaked and inviting. 

Anders grabbed Jason’s legs and swung them over his shoulders, pulling his ass up so it rested on Anders’s lap, and positioned himself to enter Jason’s waiting cunt. He pressed a kiss to Jason’s calf and then drove his cock inside, relishing the sounds that slipped from Jason’s mouth, breathy and high pitched.

“Drink from me,” Jason begged as Anders railed him. That was exactly what Anders had been waiting to hear.

Anders pulled out, changing positions again, this time mounting Jason missionary style. He wanted his cock and his fangs inside Jason at the same time. Not slowing down his thrusts, he leaned in to the crook of Jason’s neck and bit hard. Jason gasped, and the taste of blood filled Anders’ mouth, hot and thick. Jason whimpered, gripping his hands on Anders’ thick, hairy thighs. Anders drank deep, letting the pure sensation of enjoying the blood of a beautiful young man fill him. His beautiful young man. The thought sent a possessive pulse through him, straight to his dick. No one was going to touch Jason with evil intent again. 

Anders reached down between their bodies, pressing against Jason’s cock with firm pressure. He rubbed circles in time with his thrusts, sending Jason over the edge in less than a minute. Jason’s whole body convulsed, back arching, and he moaned wantonly, over and over again. Anders couldn’t help but follow him, coming with a full-body orgasm, shooting his cum deep inside Jason. As he pulled out, he could barely take in the erotic image of Jason’s blood dripping from his neck and the cum dripping from his thoroughly fucked cunt.

They took a long moment to catch their breath and recover before Anders reluctantly got out of the bed, pressing a quick kiss to Jason’s mouth as he did.

“I fucking love you,” Jason said as Anders pulled away. Warmth spread through Anders’ chest, filling him with a sensation he hadn’t felt in god knows how many years.

“I love you too,” Anders responded, leaning down for another quick kiss. “Let’s clean up. We’ve already spent too much time here.”

They rushed the clean-up process, wiping down their messes with a wet washcloth and then putting on the fresh clothes Anders had brought in his pack. Anders led Jason out of the house, not even sparing a glance at Gustav’s corpse, before they made their way back to the car. He opened the side door and grabbed a fresh, bloodstain-free pair of shoes for each of them, which they put on.

“Let’s do this,” Anders said, opening the trunk and grabbing the gasoline canisters he had brought with them. They each grabbed two, then methodically emptied the canisters around the perimeter of the house and inside the halls. Standing in front of the house, Anders lit a match, then threw the lit flame at the foot of the front door. It ignited the gasoline instantly, the flame spreading with vigor to engulf the house. Anders threw the soiled clothes and blood-caked shoes into the fire. They stuck around long enough to ensure the entire house would burn to the ground, and once Anders was satisfied, he led Jason back to the car.

“Something tells me you’ve done this before,” Jason said with a knowing look as Anders started the engine.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Anders replied, feigning innocence, badly. Jason laughed, a sound that had been rare in the time they’d known each other, but Anders was determined to hear it again as many times as possible.

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asked, watching Anders. They’d packed before they left town, knowing it wasn’t safe to stay in Chicago.

“I’ve heard Columbus is nice,” Anders mused. “Mid-sized town. Relaxed culture. Not too much trouble.”

“To Columbus, then,” Jason said with a smile, squeezing Anders’ hand. Flames engulfed the chalet behind them as they drove out, onto the next stage of their life, together.

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