by Greg Herren
“And I love you, too. I already lost one lover, Chance. He was the first true love of my life. And that was a very long time ago. I never thought I’d have another chance at love again. But I love you desperately. I can’t imagine losing you, too.”
“Christiano, I love you. You won’t lose me. But if there’s even the slightest chance of me not becoming a vampire, you have to tell me. I don’t want to be a vampire.”
“You could live forever, Chance. With me.”
“I don’t want to live forever.”
“But…”
“I don’t want to live forever, Chris. I want to live a long, natural lifespan. I want to grow old. With you. I want to love you and live with you and grow old with you. But I don’t want to live forever.”
“But I won’t grow old. I will live forever. It’s too late for me. I’m already almost two hundred years old.”
Chance tensed up at this revelation, and he involuntarily scooted a couple of inches away from Christiano.
“By the time you are eighty, I will still only look thirty or thirty-five.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to live forever, Christiano.”
“That means I will have to face losing you again someday.”
“Too fucking bad!” Chance yelled. “This is not about you, Chris. This is about me. If I have a choice in this and it is not too late, I want to choose not to become a vampire. If you love me, you will help me.”
“I do love you.”
“Then help me with this, Chris. I know it will be hard for you when the time comes for me to die. But you’ll be okay. You’ll have the memories of the decades that we will spend together. You’ll be okay. If I become a vampire, I will not be okay,” Chance cried, and wiped the tears roughly from his eyes. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Then help me. Please.”
The next seventy-two hours were torturous for Chance. His body was experiencing changes at a rate that was dizzying for him. His muscles tingled, his head hurt constantly, his eyes were sensitive to any little bit of light, and he could feel his heart beating through every muscle and nerve in his body. And he couldn’t adjust to sleeping during the day and being awake at night. Not that it was light in the room at any given time, because meticulous measures had been taken to ensure that the cellar was completely dark at all times. But his body clock just didn’t like the idea of sleeping during the day and being awake at night.
On the fourth evening, Chance felt a dull ache begin in his gums. In less than two hours the pain was excruciating.
“Chris, I think it’s happening,” he said excitedly as he opened his mouth so that Christiano could see his teeth. “Do you see anything different?” he mumbled through his stretched-open mouth.
“Yes,” Christiano said. “It’s time.”
Chapter 10
At a quarter to midnight, the moonlight broke through the window and cast a blue-white shadow throughout Chance’s bedroom. His queen-size four-poster bed had been moved to the center of the room, and Christiano had placed nineteen red and black candles strategically around the bedroom. Nine candles were situated in a loose circle on the floor around the bed, and the other ten were placed on bookshelves and bureaus throughout the rest of the room.
Chance was lying naked in the middle of the bed, his eyes closed and his hands lightly massaging his jaw. The fangs had now pushed all the way through the gums, and he could still feel them growing and protruding even farther with each passing hour. It felt to him as if his teeth had been pulled on for several hours. He could feel the teeth sliding against the gums and scraping them as they strained to get through the sensitive tissue and be free. He’d prayed the pain and the scraping sensation would stop after a couple of minutes, but it had been over an hour and a half since the pain started, and he could still feel them growing.
At first he’d been fascinated by the sensation and had reached up with his hands to feel the sharp fangs as they broke through the gums. But that fascination passed quickly and gave way to the horrible pain. Chris had given him several Tylenol and even a Vicodin to help with the pain, but it didn’t seem to help at all. A few moments ago Chris had also brought him a glass of wine, and the combination of the pain killers and alcohol helped dull the pain to at least a tolerable level.
“You okay, babe?” Christiano asked as he walked over to the bed and looked down at his lover.
“Yeah,” Chance said, opening his eyes and looking at Christiano. “It still hurts, but it’s now more of a dull, aching pain rather than the excruciating, stabbing flashes of pain like it was earlier.”
“I’m glad,” Christiano said as he sat next to Chance and stroked his smooth, muscular chest. “It’s almost time. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Remember what I told you. It’s gonna hurt. A lot. Your teeth and your gums are going to hurt like hell. But you’ve gotta do it.”
“I know.”
“And you’re not going to like the taste, but you can’t stop before—”
“Chris?”
“What, baby?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Christiano smiled and leaned down to kiss his lover on the forehead.
Chance reached up with his hands and cradled Christiano’s face in them. He caressed Christiano’s smooth skin and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
“It’s gonna hurt, baby.”
“I don’t care,” Chance said, and opened his mouth to kiss the one man he’d ever really loved.
As he opened his mouth to receive Christiano’s tongue, he closed his eyes to block out the pain. The farther he opened, the sharper the pain shot through his gums and mouth. His whole head throbbed, but he continued anyway. When Christiano slowly slid his tongue into his mouth, Chance wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked it deeper inside. He loved the taste of Christiano’s tongue, and felt his cock grow hard as he sucked the minty tongue further into his mouth and returned Christiano’s kiss.
Kissing Christiano and sucking on his tongue made his teeth hurt a little, but the pain also brought a wave of pleasure with it. Chance couldn’t deny that the throbbing pain in his mouth was at least partially responsible for the pounding hard-on he now had, which was so hard that it seemed as though the tight skin around his cock might rip open. And the nerves in his ass tingled as if they were ready to burst into flames. Chance had never been this sexually excited, and he struggled not to fall off the bed as he wriggled around trying to contain the sexual energy that coursed through every inch of his body.
“Fuck me,” Chance moaned as he broke the kiss and moved Christiano into position between his spread legs.
“Not yet,” Christiano said between gasped breaths. “It has to begin precisely at midnight, and last for exactly twenty minutes. I explained all this to you already. There’s no room for mistakes.”
“I know, I know,” Chance said as he lifted his ass and back off the bed and ground his hips closer to Christiano’s face. “But I need you inside me. I can’t help it.”
Christiano smiled and pushed Chance’s body back onto the bed. “Maybe this will help,” he said as he grabbed Chance’s legs and spread them apart.
He leaned down and licked the smooth skin of Chance’s upper legs and ass. When Chance moaned louder and spread his legs even further apart, Christiano took that as his signal to continue. He zoomed in on the tiny puckered hole in the middle of the twin silky globes of Chance’s ass, and lightly flicked his tongue around it. Chance’s low, guttural moans were all the encouragement that Christiano needed, and he slipped his long tongue deep inside Chance’s twitching ass in a single, steady move.
“Oh, God,” Chance moaned. Though he’d been kissed this way many times before, and even by Chris, it had never felt quite like this. His entire body felt as if he were hooked up to some electrical power source, and the nerves tingled everywhere that Chris touched him. The epicenter of this electrical energy seemed to be centered in his a
ss, and the feel of Chris’s tongue kissing and sliding in and out of him was almost more than he could stand. His cock bounced with excitement, and he felt his balls tighten and the climax already beginning to stir deep in his gut. “I’m already getting so close. Keep doing that, baby.”
Christiano pulled his tongue out of Chance’s ass quickly, and he scooted himself up so that he was face-to-face with his lover.
“Chance, I told you already. If this is going to work, it has to be precise. You can’t cum yet.”
“I know. But I need you inside me,” Chance whined, and ground his pelvis against Christiano’s tight, smooth stomach.
Christiano looked over at the clock on the bureau across the room. Two more minutes.
“I can’t make it.”
“Yes, you can,” Christiano said, and leaned down to kiss Chance again. He held Chance’s wiggling body as still as possible and was careful not to let the kisses become too passionate, for fear that Chance would shoot his load prematurely. There was no room for error. Not this time.
Chance, too, was trying to control his desire. He knew how serious this lovemaking session was, and loved Christiano even more for dedicating himself to its success. He knew it couldn’t be easy for Chris to do this. Chris wanted him to live forever with him, to share an eternity together. If tonight went right, that would not happen.
He felt Chris’s hands massage his ass and lift it gently off the bed.
“It’s time,” Christiano whispered, and positioned his cock head against the hot, twitching asshole.
Chance took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he felt Chris push his hips forward. The thick head slid effortlessly inside, and Chance gasped with pleasure as he felt his ass muscles wrap around the hot head and squeeze around it lovingly.
“Oh, God!” Christiano moaned. “Don’t do that, please. I won’t be able to last for twenty minutes if you do that.”
Chance stopped squeezing, at least as much as was within his control, and relaxed his ass muscles so that Chris could slide deeper inside with more ease. With every inch that Chris slid into him, Chance thought his body would explode with ecstasy. When all nine inches of Chris’s thick cock rested inside him, Chance smiled and tried very hard not to let his ass constrict and milk it. He could tell Chris was struggling as well, and winked at his lover to let him know that he knew what a battle it was for him, and how much he appreciated it.
When Chris started to move in and out of him slowly, Chance thought he might die from the pleasure. With his body this alive, he felt every centimeter of ass muscle that Chris’s cock rubbed against tingle and kiss the big dick as it slid in and out of him. With Chris’s cock inside him, his ass felt as vital as his teeth and gums did. In both, he felt even the slightest movement as if it were happening in slow motion and lasting forever.
“It’s time,” Christiano said as he slid deep inside Chance and rested there. He tilted his head to the side, exposing it to Chance’s mouth. “You have to bite me now, Chance. I know you’re not going to like it, but there’s no other way. And you have to keep drinking my blood for the next ten minutes, no matter what. Do you understand me?”
Chance nodded.
“I will start to get a little weak near the end. But it’s very important that we both cum at exactly twelve-twenty. Not a minute later or a minute earlier. And you must stop drinking at the exact moment we cum. Otherwise this will not work.”
“Okay,” Chance said, and leaned forward. As much as he’d thought he’d be repulsed at this moment, he found he could hardly wait to sink his teeth in Chris’s neck.
“Remember, I will become unconscious once I cum. Don’t be frightened. The most important thing is that my semen and my blood be inside you at twelve-twenty. I will be all right, and I’ll wake up again in a couple of hours. At that time you will no longer be a vampire.”
“Come here,” Chance whispered.
Christiano leaned forward and presented his neck to Chance.
Chance opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth deep into the soft, warm neck. It took a couple of seconds, but when the blood began to trickle onto his tongue, he was shocked to find he wasn’t repulsed at all but instead was excited by the feel and the taste of it. He swallowed the first mouthful tentatively, wondering if he’d vomit. He did not, and indeed craved more. He sucked harder on Chris’s neck, pulling larger quantities of sweet blood into his mouth, and swallowed each mouthful eagerly.
At the same time, Chris slid his cock in and out of Chance’s ass with slow and passionate tenderness. Chance had a hard time concentrating on both pleasures at the same time. Never had he been fucked so wonderfully, or felt as alive or in love as he did at this moment. Chris’s cock filled him completely, and with each slide into him, he felt as though his spirit left his body and floated above him. Then, with each withdrawal, he felt his spirit float back inside his body again and rest there for the slightest moment before retreating outside again as Chris slid back into him.
Chris’s soft neck had been warm to his lips’ touch at first but was now growing colder with each passing minute. The thick blood was sweet and delicious and intoxicating. Chance couldn’t get enough of it, and a couple of times Chris had to tell him to slow down and be a little gentler.
It was getting close to 12:20 now, and he felt Chris begin to fuck him harder and faster. He continued to suck on Chris’s neck, knowing that he only had a minute left to get his fill of the delicious blood, and reached down to stroke his own cock. It only took a few strokes to get him to the point where repressing his climax was no longer a possibility.
Chris moaned loudly, slid all the way inside Chance until his balls rested against his ass, and whispered hoarsely, “Now.”
Chance reluctantly pulled his head back from Chris’s neck, feeling the jugular vein grope his fangs as he withdrew. He laid his head on the pillow and shot his own load all over his chest and stomach as he felt Chris’s cock expand and throb deep inside his ass. With his nerve endings on fire, he could feel each squirt of Chris’s load as it entered his body and swam deeper inside him.
When he finished unloading inside Chance, Chris’s body went limp and fell on top of Chance.
Chance fought the urge to cry and panic and instead moved very slowly to disengage himself from his lover. He gently rolled Chris onto his back and moved him over to one side of the bed, where he covered him, and then lay next to him and watched him sleep.
“Let me see your teeth,” Christiano said.
He’d been unconscious for almost three hours, and these were the first words he spoke upon waking.
“They’re fine,” Chance said as he smiled and snuggled up to Chris. “I’m okay.”
“Let me see.”
Chance opened his mouth wide and rubbed the gums around his canine teeth. “See? Doesn’t hurt. And my eyes aren’t sensitive anymore, either.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. And most importantly, the thought of drinking blood doesn’t give me a hard-on anymore. In fact, it makes me nauseous.”
“Good. It worked.”
“Yes, I think so.”
“It did. I can see it. And feel it, too.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Chance…” Christiano whispered as he stared at the floor.
“I love you, Chris. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“What are we gonna do now?”
“We talked about this already,” Chance said as he hugged Chris. “We’ve come this far, baby. Don’t back out on me now.”
“I won’t. I just don’t know that I can do this.”
“Of course you can. You’re the strongest man I know.”
“I’m not a man.”
“Okay, then, you’re the strongest vampire I know,” Chance said as he kissed Chris on the lips.
“But it’s not what we do, Chance. It’s not my nature.”
“Then fight your nature. I know you can do it, Chris. You have it inside you to be able to do this.”
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br /> “I’ll come up against resistance. The elders won’t like it.”
“You don’t know that. You said yourself they were tired of leadership like that that Balthazar brought to the table. They want something new and different. And they want you. Accept the challenge and bring some changes with you. It’s what they want, and it’s what you want.”
“But…,” Christiano stuttered.
“We’ve been over this already, Chris. Don’t falter now. You can bring about the most positive change for your community in the last two or three hundred years. You’re the only one who can do it, and they all know that. It’s your responsibility, baby. To your vampire community. To yourself. And to me.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I love you, and I want to live with you until I’m old and wrinkled. Until I die.”
Christiano pulled back at the last sentence and paced around the large bedroom nervously.
“Get used to it, honey.”
“I will.”
“But I can’t do all of that if you and your friends are out killing people all the time. I just can’t.”
“I know. I will try. Really I will.”
“Thank you,” Chance said, and kissed his lover on the lips.
“I’m gonna go now,” Christiano said. “It’s getting late, and I gotta get to bed. Enjoy the morning and the sunshine. I’ll see you later tonight.”
“Okay,” Chance said, and watched his lover walk away from him. “Chris?”
“Yeah,” Christiano said as he stopped at the door and turned to look at Chance.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
The building sat in the middle of the Sixteenth Street Mall, in downtown Denver. It wasn’t inconspicuous at all, with its red brick facade framed in bright silver metal. In large fluorescent red letters above the door was the word Bloodlines.
It was an adoption agency like no other in the country. It provided regular adoption services for those who wanted a traditional adoption experience. And in just the two years it had been in operation, it had already garnered a reputation for superior service. Bloodlines paid special attention to providing only the absolute best homes and parents for the children in its care.
