Midnight Thirsts: Erotic Tales of the Vampire

by Greg Herren

  Balthazar looked around him and noticed that every vampire eye was on Christiano. Some of his colleagues had taken a step or two forward, but many had not.

  “This isn’t over,” Balthazar said, as he smoothed imaginary wrinkles from his shirt and dusted imaginary dust from his sleeves. “Not by a long shot.”

  “It’s over for now,” Christiano said. “I believe I want to dance.” He picked up his drink and turned his back on Balthazar as he walked toward the dance floor.

  On the dance floor, Christiano allowed himself to get lost in the lights and the music and the sting of his third ruby Cuervo nectar. He’d noticed that Balthazar had stormed out of the club half an hour earlier, flanked by ten or twelve of his faithful cronies. And so he’d been able to relax and enjoy himself for the rest of the evening.

  He was swaying to the slow, pounding beat of the song when he suddenly felt someone snuggle up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. Christiano started to turn and snap the newcomer’s neck, when he felt the man grind his hips against his ass and felt the hard cock rub against his ass.

  “Don’t worry,” the man behind him whispered, “I’m a friend.”

  “I don’t have any friends,” Christiano said, but he stayed where he was and allowed the man to continue dancing with him and rubbing himself up against his backside. It felt good, and Christiano was a little drunk from the nectar.

  “Well, you do now,” the man said as he licked the back of Christiano’s ear. “I like the way you stood up to Balthazar. Not many vampires do that.”

  Christiano turned to look at the man behind him. He was about Christiano’s height and build. His hair was dyed blue, to match the color of his eyes. His skin, like that of most of the others, was milky white. Full, pink lips framed a perfect smile. He looked to be about twenty-five or so, but of course that was misleading. Still, he was a young vampire.

  “You’re fucking turning me on, man. And I’m hungry. What do you say we share a meal?”

  “I’m starving,” Christiano said as he leaned in and kissed the vampire on the lips. “Anyone special in mind?”

  “Yeah. That dude over there by the larger bar.”

  Christiano looked over at the bar and shrugged his shoulders.

  “The one with no shirt and the gray slacks.”

  Christiano spotted the guy and took a closer look. He was also looking at Christiano and his new friend and raised his glass to them. He was a couple of inches shorter than Christiano. He looked to be a light-skinned black or Latino man. Maybe a mix of both. His head was shaved, and every inch of his skin, from his head to his chest and arms, seemed to be marble smooth. His chest and arms were muscular and gleamed with sweat. When he smiled, his white teeth glowed in the dark.

  “Mesmerizing,” Christiano said.

  “He’s fucking hot, man. Crazy wild in bed, too.”

  “So you’ve had him before.”

  “Hell, yeah. A couple times. He fucking gets off on vampires, man. Can’t get enough of us.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Victor.”

  “And yours?”

  The young vampire smiled and kissed Christiano on the lips. “I’m Lestat.”

  “Yeah, sure you are,” Christiano said, and smiled.

  “My name’s Shane.”

  Can you hear me, Victor? Christiano asked the young man at least a hundred feet away.

  Victor raised his glass and smiled, then nodded his head.

  “I fucking love it when you guys can do that,” Shane said, and squeezed his crotch against the back of Christiano’s ass.

  “Save it for later, kid,” Christiano said, and smiled.

  “So, what do you say? Wanna fuck him?”

  Meet us in the parking lot in five minutes, Christiano told Victor.

  The two vampires watched the kid quickly swallow the last of his drink, then kiss and hug a couple of his friends. Then he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

  “Don’t worry about taking it easy on me,” Victor said. He was lying in the middle of the bed, with Christiano and Shane sandwiching him on either side. “I can take it as hard as you can give it.”

  “That’s true,” Shane said, and started to lift Victor’s legs into the air.

  “Slow down,” Christiano said, and lowered Victor’s legs. He was behind Victor and leaned in to kiss his ears and his neck. Victor moaned and wiggled his ass and hips against Christiano’s legs and crotch.

  “I’m hungry, man,” Shane whined. “Let’s get to it.”

  “You won’t starve,” Christiano said, and winked at him. “Enjoy our friend here. It’s the least we can do. Kiss him.”

  Shane leaned down and kissed the other side of Victor’s neck. When Victor moaned louder and shuddered, Shane nibbled his way down Victor’s throat and farther down to his nipples.

  “Oh, God, dudes,” Victor whispered in a hoarse voice, “you’re fucking turning me on beyond words.” He squirmed and wiggled every part of his body, lifting his hips and back off the bed as Shane and Christiano kissed their way down his entire body.

  Shane nibbled his way down Victor’s chest and belly. When he reached Victor’s crotch he took a deep breath and licked the head of Victor’s cock. It was thick and uncut, and took a couple of minutes for Shane to be able to swallow most of it down his throat. Victor moaned and lifted his hips, causing the thick cock to sink deeper into Shane’s throat. Shane choked on the big dick and let it slip from his mouth as he took a deep breath.

  Victor turned over onto his side and raised his left leg into the air. “I want you to fuck me,” he said as he leaned over and kissed Christiano on the lips.

  “I will,” Christiano said.

  “Now.”

  Christiano laughed and lowered himself down on the bed. When his face reached Victor’s smooth ass, he leaned in and spread the marble cheeks apart. He bit lightly on the round mounds on either side and then licked his way between the cheeks until he found the pink hole in the middle. Victor moaned and wiggled his ass. Christiano teased him for a few minutes and then slid his tongue deep into Victor’s ass in one move.

  “Oh, fuck!” Victor cried out as he slid his ass back farther onto Christiano’s tongue.

  Christiano slid his tongue in and out of the ass for several minutes, making sure Victor was relaxed and wet. Then he moved back up onto the bed and slowly moved his cock against Victor’s ass. He slid his cock up and down the crack between the twin globes, slicking his cock as he moved.

  “Stop teasing me, man. I want you to fuck me.”

  Christiano positioned the head of his cock against the hole of Victor’s ass. He pushed forward until just the head slipped inside. His cock head was instantly enveloped in warmth, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he reveled in the pleasure of Victor’s ass. Then he slid his entire cock deep inside the warm ass and counted to ten to try to ward off the climax he felt growing already deep in his belly.

  “Fuck me,” Victor moaned as he rocked his ass deeper onto Christiano’s cock.

  “I gotta eat, man,” Shane whined again as he stroked his cock and watched his new friend fuck his old friend.

  “Go ahead,” Christiano said hoarsely as he fucked Victor harder and deeper. “I’m afraid this isn’t going to last as long as I wanted it to.”

  Shane leaned down and sucked Victor’s fat cock into his mouth for a couple of seconds, and then moved down to just below his balls. He lifted Victor’s left leg a little higher into the air, which caused both Victor and Christiano to moan uncontrollably as Victor’s ass opened wider to accommodate more of Christiano’s big dick. Then he moved Victor’s balls out of the way and found the large vein that ran the length of Victor’s thigh and down his leg. He opened his mouth wide and gently bit through the skin of Victor’s thigh, sinking his fangs into the vein.

  Victor moaned lustfully as he felt his skin being pierced, and squeezed his
ass muscles around Christiano’s cock.

  Christiano leaned forward and kissed Victor’s neck and then bit down onto the jugular vein. This brought another moan of delight from Victor, and Christiano sucked harder on the neck, savoring the sweet taste of Victor’s blood as it hit his tongue and slid down his throat.

  Victor rocked back and forth, leaning his neck deep against Christiano’s cool lips so that his fangs could have better access to his throbbing jugular, and lifting his leg higher into the air so that Shane could sink his teeth deeper into the vein in his leg. At the same time, he slid his ass back onto Christiano’s eager cock.

  The two vampires fed on Victor’s blood with a thirst that seemed uncontrollable. Victor’s hard and eager body drove them to a more heightened sexual desire than they’d anticipated, and they continued to drink even after they’d reached the point when they knew they should stop.

  “Hey, guys,” Victor said as he continued to slide his ass onto Christiano’s cock. “That’s enough. We’re getting close, and I’ve still gotta save a little for Balthazar later this morning.”

  “What?” Christiano said as he lifted his head from Victor’s warm neck.

  “I’m supposed to meet Balthazar in about an hour. I gotta have some left for him or he’s gonna be pissed.”

  Shane, did you hear that? Christiano asked wordlessly in a voice only Shane could hear, as he continued to fuck Victor.

  “Yes,” Shane said as he looked up and smiled at Christiano from between Victor’s legs.

  I don’t think we want that to happen, do we?

  Nope.

  Okay, then, Christiano said, and sank his teeth back down into the supple warmth of Victor’s neck.

  Shane lowered his head back down to Victor’s leg and licked around the still-warm blood that collected around the bite wound, then bit down hard on the exposed thick vein again.

  “Hey, guys, I said that’s enough,” Victor said as he stopped rocking his body between the two vampires. “It’s time to stop now.”

  Christiano shoved his cock deeper into Victor’s ass and began fucking him harder and faster as he bit harder and sucked ferociously on his neck. When Victor tried to pull himself off Christiano’s cock, Shane held his legs and ass in place with an unnaturally strong grip as he ripped into the vein in Victor’s leg and sucked more blood into his mouth.

  “Oh, no,” Victor whimpered as he realized what was happening. “Come on, guys, you don’t have to do this.”

  Oh, but we do, Christiano said in a voice that Victor could hear, as well, while he continued to drink a steady flow of warm blood from Victor’s neck. Sorry, my friend, but you’re going to die tonight.

  Victor’s body went limp as he began to lose consciousness. He cried as his head began to get dizzy and he felt himself lose sensation in his legs and neck. “Please don’t,” he whispered as the tears rolled down his cheek. “I didn’t do anything to you. I’m on your side.”

  Christiano slammed his cock deeper into Victor’s ass a couple more times and then moaned loudly as he rested his big dick deep inside Victor and released himself.

  He bit deeper into Victor’s neck and sucked another couple of mouthfuls of blood into his mouth. It was growing cooler now and more acrid. It wouldn’t be too much longer.

  Victor took one last deep breath, and his body began to shudder as Christiano stopped sucking on his neck and pulled out of him.

  “That’s it,” he said to Shane.

  Shane lifted his head from beneath Victor’s legs and wiped the blood that was still dripping from his lips with one hand. He looked dazed and a little confused. “Why did we just do that?” he asked Christiano.

  “If Balthazar wants a war, we’ll give him a war. Are you with me, Shane?”

  “I don’t have much of a choice now,” he said as he leaned back against the headboard and licked the last drops of blood from his lips.

  “Finish him off,” Christiano said.

  Shane lifted Victor’s head from the pillow and felt for a pulse. It was still there, but barely. He leaned down and kissed Victor on the lips and then snapped his neck in one swift and powerful jerk.

  “How do we let Balthazar know it was us?” Christiano asked as he leaned over and licked Shane’s lips and kissed him.

  “He’ll know.”

  Back at the cathedral, Christiano dawdled before going to bed. He was restless and anxious and wound up all at the same time. The blood rushed through his veins at almost twice its normal speed and caused him to pace back and forth and kept him from winding down and being able to sleep.

  What had he just done? Why had he killed Victor? The kid hadn’t done anything to him. He was a sweet kid and a really good lay. Christiano could have had a lot of good times with him, had he played his cards a little differently. Victor’s only sin was that he’d let Christiano know that he had an alliance with Balthazar. He hadn’t witnessed the incident between the two vampires earlier that evening, and so he could have had no idea that a war had been established. He couldn’t have known that the mere mention of Balthazar’s name would be the cause of his death.

  And now he’d gotten Shane involved as well. Though Shane had expressed a general dislike for Balthazar, Christiano was fairly certain it was an opinion not so easily shared with others. Shane had confided in Christiano and made an effort to befriend him. And how had he repaid him? By getting him drunk with Victor’s blood and then convincing him to help kill Victor. Shane was right: there was no turning back at this point. And on some subconscious level, Christiano had known that from the beginning. He needed someone on his side in this fight, and he’d manipulated Shane into being that someone. Shane, too, seemed like a nice enough kid. Certainly he didn’t deserve to be caught up in Christiano’s personal feuds.

  But Balthazar was abusing his power, and it was he who’d proclaimed war. Christiano didn’t want that fight, but he wasn’t going to run from it, either. He hadn’t known that Uriel was Balthazar’s lover, and he surely couldn’t be held responsible for killing the lead vampire’s lover if he didn’t know. It was Uriel’s fault, really. He shouldn’t have been fucking around behind his lover’s back. And if he was, he should have been up-front about it with Christiano so he wouldn’t have killed him.

  But the battle lines were now drawn, and Christiano was ready. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, and so he’d enlisted Shane. Hopefully, others would follow. He’d gotten the feeling that Balthazar didn’t hold as much respect and loyalty as he thought he did. All Christiano had to do was show the vampires in Denver that he was stronger than Balthazar and not afraid to face him head-on. Not that he wanted to be lead vampire here, but that he could recognize weakness and step up to confront it. He was strong and a good leader. He could easily identify and train someone to take over the lead vampire position here. But first, Balthazar had to be removed.

  Christiano felt his head get light, and he became a little dizzy. The blood slowed down in his veins, and he felt his muscles get achy. A high-pitched ringing sound echoed through his head, and his fingers tingled. That meant only one thing. The sun was just starting to come up, and even though he was deep in the subdepths of the dark basement in the cathedral, he was feeling its effects. He didn’t have much time.

  He stripped his clothes and ran his hands up and down his body. His muscles were tight and sticky with sweat, and he smiled as he felt how strong and defined his body was. As he caressed himself, his cock began to harden again, and he smiled as he stroked himself while climbing into the coffin.

  He was ready for the fight ahead.

  Chapter Six

  “Come on, Victor,” Balthazar yelled as he pounded on the door. “Open up. It’s getting late. I don’t have time to mess around tonight.”

  “Maybe he’s not home,” the skinny kid next to him said as he wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve and looked nervously around the hall.

  “Of course he’s home,” Balthazar said as he gave the kid an annoyed glance. “He knew I was
gonna stop by. And for crying out loud, calm down, will you? You’re so strung out on that shit, you can’t go a second without wiping the snot from your face or looking around like you expect the fuckin’ SWAT team to come crashing through the doors at any minute.”

  “What?” the kid asked, and wiped his nose again, trying very hard not to look around him.

  “Open the fucking door.”

  The boy pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and slid one of them into the lock. He pushed the door open and stepped aside to allow Balthazar to enter.

  “What’s that smell?” he asked as Balthazar brushed past him and into the hallway of the apartment.

  “It’s blood,” Balthazar said. “Where are the lights?”

  “Oh, shit,” the skinny teen whined as he stopped walking deeper into the dark room.

  “The lights,” Balthazar said, with little patience in his voice.

  “Over on the other wall,” the kid said, and walked quickly to the other side of the room and switched on the light.

  The light blinked a couple of times and then filled the room with fluorescent brightness.

  “Thank God,” the kid said as he looked around the living room. All the furniture was in its place, and the room was immaculately clean. “I thought I was gonna see—”

  “Don’t get overly excited just yet. You still might see it,” Balthazar said. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  “Over there,” the kid said, and pointed to the hallway behind them.

  “What was your name again, kid?” Balthazar asked as he turned to walk down the hallway.

  “Eric.”