“Christ!” Chance whispered as he kissed Christiano’s lips once more before letting them slip from his own. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
“Neither have I,” Christiano said as he collapsed on the bed next to Chance. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be silly. I kinda liked it, actually. As long as this doesn’t mean we’re finished.”
Christiano looked down at his cock, which was still rock-hard and throbbing even as the last few drops of cum dripped from the purple-red head. “Does this look like we’re finished?”
Chance laughed softly, then reached down and wrapped his fist around Christiano’s hard cock. He slid down on the bed until his face was inches from the throbbing flesh, then reached out with his tongue and licked it. His tongue swirled around the hot head for a few minutes; then Chance opened his mouth and swallowed not only the head but the entire length of Christiano’s long, thick, uncut cock.
“Oh, God,” Christiano moaned as he lifted his hips to slide his cock even deeper into Chance’s hot mouth. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep that up.”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Chance said as he slid his mouth off the giant cock. “Not so fast this time. I want you inside me.”
Christiano leaned up and kissed Chance on the mouth again and at the same time rolled him over onto his stomach. He lay on top of the young man’s back and slid his slick cock up and down the length of Chance’s ass as he kissed him on the back of the neck and between the shoulders. It was as he was kissing this exact spot on most of his feeds that Christiano’s fangs always protruded and he slipped into the zone of no return. So he was surprised when he didn’t feel the dull throb in his gums that signaled the ascension of his canines. He even stopped kissing Chance and lifted his head slightly from the shoulders and waited for it to happen.
“What’s wrong?” Chance asked breathlessly.
“Nothing,” Christiano whispered as he returned his lips to the warm, sweaty flesh of Chance’s neck and back. He kissed the young man up and down the entire length of his back, marveling at the fact that he was not hungry and had no intention of feeding on this boy or killing him. This had almost never happened to him, and certainly not in the many years since Bernhardt’s death.
“I want you inside me,” Chance repeated as he squeezed his ass muscles against Christiano’s cock and wiggled his hips teasingly.
Christiano moaned and ground his cock harder against the warm, smooth flesh of Chance’s ass. His cock was leaking precum at an astounding rate, and before long there was so much of the slick, sticky fluid that his cock was coated with it from head to base.
Chance’s ass was equally lubed from having Christiano’s cock sliding against it, and he moved his hips in small circles, reveling in the feel of the fat cock as it slid between his ass crack and every once in a while slid between his legs and massaged his hairless balls.
“Hold still,” Chance whispered as he looked over his shoulders and kissed Christiano on the lips.
Christiano stopped moving his cock across Chance’s ass and focused on how sweet and warm Chance’s tongue was as it slid in and out of his mouth.
Chance moaned as he kissed Christiano, and continued to wriggle his hips and ass against Christiano’s cock. When he felt the fat head rub against his twitching hole, he stopped for a moment, relishing the heat and the pulse of the big head against his warm hole. He took a deep breath and relaxed his ass muscles. Christiano’s cock slid effortlessly inside.
“Oh, Christ!” Christiano tried to moan as he sucked Chance’s tongue deep into his mouth and kissed him.
Chance moaned also as he felt Christiano’s thick cock spread his ass open. He held the head inside his ass for a couple of moments and then slid his ass backward onto the fat pole until it was buried deep inside him. He didn’t stop until he felt Christiano’s heavy balls resting against his own. When Christiano was buried all the way inside him, Chance stopped and welcomed the warm shots of electricity that bolted up and down the entire length of his body. He smiled as he felt Christiano’s cock throb heavily even as it just rested inside his ass.
“I’m not going to be able to take much of this, I’m afraid,” Christiano said as he felt Chance’s ass squeeze his thick cock. “I’m so close already.”
Chance stopped squeezing and simply lay still beneath the vampire. “Unh-unh. You’re just gonna have to hold it in. There’s no way I’m letting this end right here. No way.”
“But I can’t…”
“I swear to God, I’ll pull off right now if you can’t control yourself.”
“No, don’t do that. Please.” Christiano couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded.
“Then let’s just sit here and relax for a couple minutes,” Chance said as he leaned up and kissed Christiano again. “What do you say?”
“Okay,” Christiano agreed, and returned Chance’s kiss.
Chance lay completely still for a few moments, not daring to move for fear that it would set Christiano off again. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to squeeze the big dick inside him and lift his ass off the bed to thrust backward onto it.
Christiano continued kissing the back of Chance’s neck and shoulders and couldn’t help but slide his hips forward and deeper into Chance’s ass every few seconds.
“You’re not playing by the rules, Christiano,” Chance said as he laughed at his new friend’s lack of self-control.
“I’m sorry,” Christiano whimpered as he stabbed just a little deeper. “I’m trying.”
Chance leaned up and backward and kissed Christiano again. “You wanna get started again? Go ahead and finish up?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Christiano moaned.
Chance leaned onto his elbows, lifting himself up from the bed, and pushed his ass backward deeper onto Christiano’s cock. Though he didn’t often admit to being impressed with the size of anyone’s dick, or their sexual abilities, he knew at once that he was out of his league with Christiano. He’d never felt this way with anyone he’d ever fucked. It was as if he were really making love for the first time rather than just fucking. Every nerve in his body was on fire and tingled with the excitement of feeling Christiano’s huge, thick cock slide deeper inside him and spread his ass muscles beyond where they’d ever been stretched before.
Christiano bit his lower lip as he felt the heat of Chance’s ass wrap snugly around his cock and squeeze tightly while he slid up and down the length of it. It had been a very long time since he’d felt anything as sweet or as warm while making love to someone. Making love? When was the last time that term had come to mind while fucking someone? It had been with Bernhardt, nearly a century ago, and it had felt very much like what he was feeling now with Chance.
“I’m sorry,” Christiano groaned loudly as he slammed deeper and then pulled out, then slammed back in again. “I can’t hold back any longer. I’m getting so close.”
“Fuck me, Christiano,” Chance said, and squeezed his ass tighter around the fat cock inside him and bucked his ass back and forth along the long shaft.
Christiano grabbed Chance by the waist and slid in and out of his ass with a fury he couldn’t control. His cock was on fire, and try as he might to make it last as long as possible, there was no way he was able to ward off the inevitable climax.
“Turn me around on my back when you’re getting close,” Chance said. “I want you to cum on my stomach.”
Christiano moaned loudly and picked Chance up by the waist and turned him over onto his back. Chance’s ass gripped Christiano’s cock and squeezed it harder as he was manhandled, and that was all it took for Christiano.
“I’m coming!” Christiano yelled, and pulled out of Chance’s ass in one swift move.
“Me, too,” Chance cried out. A second later he grabbed his own cock and tugged on it lightly. Thick streams of white jism sprayed across his stomach and chest as he writhed below Christiano’s towering body, aching to be filled with his giant cock again even before he w
as finished coming from this round.
Christiano leaned backward onto his legs and pointed his cock at Chance’s quivering body. The first few spurts of cum shot out of his cock at lightning speed, flying past Chance’s chest and stomach and landing instead across his face.
Chance moaned loudly and reached out with his tongue to lap up the warm cum as it splashed across his cheeks, nose, and lips.
The next several shots landed on Chance’s chest and stomach and legs. It took nearly a full minute for Christiano to stop spraying his cum on Chance’s body. When the last few drops finally drizzled out of the head of his cock, he fell on top of Chance and wrapped his arms around him.
“That was fucking incredible,” Chance whispered as he snuggled beneath his new lover and wrapped his arms around Christiano’s waist.
Christiano took several deep breaths and stared at the ceiling as he wondered again why the thought to bite into Chance’s neck and feed on him hadn’t crossed his mind even once. The only reason he ever fucked a mortal was to feed upon him. It had never once been otherwise. So why didn’t he feel that need and that desire now? Why was he not even hungry?
“Yes, it was,” Christiano replied as he hugged Chance closer to him and kissed him on the lips. “It was amazing.”
Chapter Eight
Chance was leaning against the chrome railing, nursing his drink and watching the action on the dance floor. He’d been coming to Club Suque with Christiano every weekend for the past three weeks. On his first visit it hadn’t really been his cup of tea. But it seemed to mean a lot to Chris, and he was getting a little bored of Charlie’s anyway, so he’d agreed to give it another try. On his second visit he enjoyed it a little more, and the last time he came, he enjoyed it very much. Chris had been so excited about the fact that he liked it, he’d purchased a yearly membership for Chance that allowed him to move to the front of the always-long line and to be waived the fifty-dollar cover.
For that reason, if for no other, Chance felt obligated to get Chris’s money’s worth for the membership, and he showed up tonight even though Chris had been called out of town for work over the weekend. It was very different being here without Chris, but he wasn’t too uncomfortable. He enjoyed watching the eclectic crowd as they danced, drank, and flirted with one another. About half the people seemed to be straight, and half gay, from what Chance could tell from watching them flirt and make out. The few straight people who came into Charlie’s seemed not to be taken aback when they saw men kissing and making out with other men, but he’d assumed that was because they were in a gay bar and had expected as much. But he was surprised the straight people here didn’t seem shocked at the open display of same-sex attraction and affection.
He and Chris had been an item now for the past three weeks, since the night they met at Charlie’s. No commitment had been spoken out loud by either of them, but it didn’t need to be. Chance never once even considered going out with anyone else after the first night he met Chris. And he knew Chris didn’t, either, because they were together almost every night. The two or three nights in the past three weeks that they weren’t together, he could tell that Chris was in agony over the fact that they couldn’t spend the evening together.
The one thing that bothered Chance a little was that they could never spend time together during the day. But Chris had explained that he worked very difficult hours and often was out of the house before dawn, not returning until after dusk. And on the days when he wasn’t working during the day, he often found he had to catch up on his sleep during those hours. Chance was not the kind of person to nag about petty things, and so he resigned himself to seeing Chris only in the evenings, and to making as much as he could out of the time together that they had. He had a boyfriend now, and not just any boyfriend, but the one he’d always dreamed of having. Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome. Loving and caring and more passionate than anyone he’d ever known. And so good in bed that Chance often wondered if he’d get through their lovemaking session without going crazy from delirium.
He smiled as he thought about having Christiano inside him, and sipped at his drink as he looked out onto the crowded dance floor.
“Hi,” the deep voice next to him said.
Chance looked to his left to see the man who’d spoken to him. He was immediately struck by the young man’s beauty. Tall but not too tall, with spiked platinum blond hair and creamy-white skin that looked as smooth as marble. He had a small mole on his cheek, and his eyes bored into Chance with a passion that caused a chill to run up his spine. The guy looked like a taller and blonder version of Enrique Iglesias, and that was all kinds of all right with Chance.
“Hey,” Chance said, and smiled.
“I’ve seen you around here a couple times before, but I just never worked up the courage to come up and say hi.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a little shy, I guess. Cute guys make me really nervous.”
“You think I’m cute?” Chance asked, and shuffled his feet. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. I think you’re beautiful.”
Chance blushed and looked at the floor as he took a large sip of his drink.
“My name is Balthazar,” the handsome stranger said as he held out his hand.
“Chance,” Chance said as he shook hands.
“What an appropriate name for someone so remarkably gorgeous.”
“Stop,” Chance said as he realized he’d been holding Balthazar’s hand a little longer than he needed to, and pulled it away. “I embarrass easily. Besides, I have a boyfriend.”
“Ahhh,” Balthazar sighed. “The guy I’ve seen you with here before?”
“Yes.”
“And where is he tonight? I can’t imagine he’d let you out of his sight.”
“He got called in to work.”
“Pity. Do you think he’d mind if I asked you to dance?”
Chance looked into Balthazar’s eyes and held his gaze for a moment. He didn’t feel completely comfortable dancing with someone he was so attracted to behind Chris’s back. But he didn’t feel completely uncomfortable, either. Besides, it was only a dance. It wasn’t as if he’d be cheating on Chris.
“No, I think it’d be all right.”
“Excellent. Let’s go.”
Balthazar led Chance onto the dance floor, and they mingled their way to the center of the floor, where they were lost in the crowd.
“Christiano, I’m sure you know why we’ve called you here.”
Christiano looked at the panel of five elders before him. They were sitting around a large mahogany table, staring at him intently. They were in full regalia: black velvet pants, blood red shirts with thick heavy collars and ruffles down the front, which were covered with full-length black velvet capes emblazoned with the insignia of the Denver Order of Vampires. They sat in high-back chairs and held scepters made of white and yellow gold. In front of them on the table were candles and goblets of blood and wine for each of them.
The man who had spoken to him sat at the head of the table and looked to be the eldest. From the way the others watched him and deferred their questions to him, Christiano assumed he was the lead elder. His shoulder-length silver hair and piercing black eyes commanded immediate respect and attention.
“No, sir. I’m afraid I am not certain at all.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“No, sir.”
“My name is Emiliano.”
Christiano’s eyes softened at once, and he smiled as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Am I to assume from your response that you know of me?”
“Yes, sir. My father has spoken of you often and very fondly.”
“And I of him. Your father and I were very, very good friends. I begged him and your mother to come with me to America when I decided to settle here over one hundred years ago. But they couldn’t leave their beloved Spain. I consider your father my brother. I’m very sorry to hear of his expiration.”
“Thank you, sir,” Christiano whispered, and looked down at his feet.
“And I am sorry to hear of Bernhardt’s passing as well.”
Christiano looked up at the old vampire and swallowed hard. He did not reply.
“I’m going to be direct with you, Christiano,” Emiliano said as he leaned forward onto the table. “We have been displeased with Balthazar’s performance as lead vampire for several years now. He is weak and careless. His arrogance has hurt our community on numerous occasions and has caused us undue stress. We want him out.”
“But, sir…”
“We want you to replace him.”
“I’m honored with your confidence, Emiliano. But I don’t want to be lead vampire. I’m not even sure I’m planning on staying in Denver much longer.”
“Oh? And where are you thinking of going?”
“My original plan was to settle in Chicago. I got a little sidetracked, but I’m still thinking about moving there. Eventually.”
“And do those plans include taking Chance Foster with you?”
Christiano jerked his head up to look at Emiliano.
“Don’t be so shocked. Of course we know.”
“I’m not sure, sir. I’m trying to be very cautious with Chance at this point. I don’t wish to be hurt again.”
“You cannot love without experiencing hurt, Christiano. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that, of all people.”
“No, sir.”
“But caution is a good thing, and very much advised. Do you know where Chance is at this moment?”
“At home, I’d imagine.”
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