Bloodlines: Currents

by Mechele Armstrong

  Nathan scrubbed across Henri’s tight stomach. “You’re probably right. Trouble finds me.”

  Henri snorted. “After this, you must take your first meal.”

  “I can’t feed from you only?”

  “You could. Secondhand vampire blood isn’t always as good as human blood. You might have to feed more often.”

  “I want to feed from you. For now.” He didn’t know if he could bite someone else. The idea of blood had seemed gross at first, but he was starting to like the idea, probably because he was getting hungry.

  “All right.”

  “Turn around. So I can get your back.” He rinsed the cloth out again as Henri did what he’d asked, before running the cloth down the back of Henri’s muscular torso. There was nothing to show that Henri had been wounded. Not a mark marred that perfect olive-toned skin.

  The muscled clenched as Henri shifted his weight. “Nathan, are you having problems controlling your beast?”

  “Not too bad. I can feel...urges that I didn’t know I had. But I can control them.” He glanced down where he’d put the washcloth. “Why?”

  “Because with what we are about to do and with you feeding from me only, I need to know about your vampire side.” Reaching Henri’s ass, Nathan rinsed again before cleaning across the cheeks. They tensed under his fingers. Nathan lingered, rubbing his hands over the taut skin before running the cloth down Henri’s thighs and calves. With a strangled sound, Henri started talking again. “But I think yours will be a mostly stable part of you. Probably to offset the emotions you are able to take in.”

  It made sense. With the negative emotions he could siphon off, a stable vampire side would help him keep control even when the emotions were overwhelming, as they were with Henri. Nature had compensated for the abilities.

  Nathan knelt, leaning back. “Turn around. I’ll finish your front.”

  Henri turned, putting his erect cock at face level. Nathan couldn’t take his eyes from it, even as his hands slipped down to Henri’s feet to clean the fronts of his legs. He ran the cloth up instead of down, briefly touching Henri’s cock. The flesh jerked. He danced the cloth over and over it again and again.

  Henri moaned as the cloth fell to the floor.

  “I think I’m done.”

  Before Nathan could move his mouth to encircle Henri’s cock, Henri put one hand on his shoulder and the other went down to grab the cloth. “My turn.” He tossed the cloth in a basket, retrieved a second one and dunked it in the water. After wringing it out, he stroked the wet rag down Nathan’s cheek.

  Disappointment at not getting Henri’s cock in his mouth quickly turned to anticipation. “You’re going to clean me?” He shivered, not from the cool cloth coming into contact with his skin, but at the idea of Henri’s hands on him.

  “Oh, yes.” Henri took little swipes down Nathan’s face. The chilly, somewhat rough cloth left his skin tingling. His cock swung heavily as he tilted slightly. “Did you think I wouldn’t give you the same treatment?”

  “I...I didn’t know.” Of course Henri would. Nathan would have to stop underestimating him.

  Henri stroked down his neck to a nipple. The cloth circled it, brushing against the pebbled center with precision. The other side got the same treatment.

  As he rinsed out the cloth, Henri’s eyes were trained on him. The cloth returned, wetter as it moved across his abdomen, Henri’s fingers skittering across with it. Nathan’s cock moved with his hip thrust. A quick look down revealed a shiny head on Henri’s. He’d leaked more to replace what had been wiped away earlier. Nathan wanted to taste him up and down.

  “Nathan. Turn around.” Nathan swung as Henri continued the cloth moving along the skin of his back. “Your skin is so smooth.” He scrubbed at a spot. “Oops, that’s a freckle.”

  “They don’t come off.”

  “Neither does my skin.”

  Nathan tried to look back to see Henri’s face. The cloth picked that moment to run over his ass so it took a minute to get his breath back. His skin was so sensitive, the slightly rough cloth energized it. His toes curled as he straightened up. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m Egyptian originally. People know I’m not French when they look at me. Some...would have nationalities not...interact with each other. And being with a man...most people do not understand that.”

  “I know. I may be from a small place, but I do know.” Without being asked, Nathan turned around. “I’m not most people. I don’t care what you are, or that you have a cock, too. It’s what’s in you that counts.” That was one thing his mother had stressed to him as they’d learned about other places and folklore. And it was a creed he intended to live by. He’d been considered odd and strange all his life, so he wasn’t about to target people for the simple thing of color or place of birth. And he’d always known his sexuality was different. His mother had known, too and had encouraged him to be himself.

  “You’re blond. Blue-eyed. Different than me. Most older vampires are used to dealing with those of differing backgrounds, but people, humans, can be cruel.”

  “The past day has taught me that.” Yet, his tone was even. He couldn’t find it in himself to hate the villagers. His hands clenched by his side. He didn’t like what they’d done, but it had given him to Henri much sooner than if they’d been left alone.

  “It may not be easy sometimes.” Henri’s face was etched with a grim look.

  “Life never is.”

  “Hmmm.” Henri dipped the cloth and then, put it to Nathan’s cock. He wrapped the cloth around it, gently stroking. His finger brushed the tip.

  Nathan’s head tilted back, his body arching backwards. They must be done talking because no way could he think like this. The cloth cleaned him thoroughly before going away.

  “Let’s take this to the bed, now that we’re clean.”

  That was more than fine with Nathan, who wanted Henri to put his hands back, cloth or no cloth.

  Both of them stretched out on the bed. Nathan draped an arm across Henri’s torso. Even as brown as his skin got in the sunshine, Henri’s was so much darker. The contrast of their skin together excited him.

  Henri leaned in, his lips hungrily meeting Nathan’s. Henri’s tongue slipped between Nathan’s lips to delve intimately into his mouth, exploring every nuance. Henri tasted bitter and sweet with the wine he’d had.

  It didn’t get any better than this.

  Except that it did.

  Henri’s hand skimmed along his hip before clasping Nathan’s erect cock in his palm. He slid up and down. Nathan’s thighs splayed open, as did his mouth, with a startled grunt. Nathan’s eyes rolled back in his head at the sensations. Flames touched his cock, burning him, exciting him.

  Henri pulled back, dropping his hand from Nathan.

  “Hey.” Nathan opened his eyes, protesting weakly the loss of the touching.

  Henri chuckled, patting Nathan’s knee. “I’ll be back.”

  “Where are you going?”

  Henri slipped over to a dresser. He opened a drawer, pulling out a wooden box. Back at the bed, he set the box down. He rinsed off his hand with the bowl of water, which still rested on a little table. Sitting back down, he pulled a small bottle out of the box containing a yellowish liquid.

  Nathan eyed the bottle as Henri opened it. “What’s that?”

  Henri poured an ample amount on his hands, rubbing the liquid between them. “Olive oil.” His hands settled back on Nathan’s cock, rubbing the oil around him.

  Like the lard had back at his house, it made Nathan slippery, making him glide through Henri’s hand. “Oohhh.” Henri tightened his hands, making a channel for Nathan to speed through.

  The bottle was within reach, so he gritted his teeth to concentrate on getting it and not on Henri’s hand. Shaking hands poured out a copious amount on his palm. The oil was slightly chilled as it was sitting at room temperature. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up.

  Henri pulled his thigh to the side
, his heavy cock hanging within easy reach of Nathan’s oily hands.

  “Something you...” Henri’s fingers tightened, making Nathan jerk with pleasure. “...want?”

  “Perhaps.”

  His fingers settled on Henri’s cock. His cock slid in the groove of Nathan’s hand until his pinky finger touched the base of it. Henri’s hips moved forward, bucking. Now Henri’s eyes rolled back in his head.

  Nathan groaned. Henri was so strong, so serious. And yet, when Nathan touched him, it was as if he had the power, which was something Nathan enjoyed. He wanted to bring this man all the pleasure in the world. And somehow, he was going to.

  Nathan set a nice quick pace, focusing on his hands touching Henri and trying not to concentrate on Henri’s hands touching him.

  Both panted heavily, and hearts were going wild.

  Without warning, Nathan dropped his hands away from Henri’s slick engorged cock. He hesitated briefly. Was he ready for this? He was. With Henri. “Henri.”

  “What?” Henri’s chest pushed up and down with considerable effort. “What is it?” His fingers stilled, staying on Nathan’s cock, but resting.

  “I...I want you to take me.”

  Henri shuddered.

  The sign that Henri was so turned on made Nathan shudder with him.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Henri’s hand dropped completely away. “Flip over.” His voice dropped huskier as he motioned with his hand.

  Nathan flipped over, his ass exposed. He closed his eyes, listening to Henri’s breathing and rustling around.

  The light drip of something into his ass caused Nathan’s eyes to open. Henri was drizzling olive oil. He leaned to plant a kiss on one ass cheek before nipping it lightly.

  “Hey.” Nathan looked back at him and grinned. “Do that again.”

  “Don’t worry.” Henri did it again. “I will, but I don’t bite...much.”

  Nathan snorted. Again with the playing. How much Henri trusted him with his lighter side was obvious. “You’re a vampire.”

  “So are you.” Henri stroked with gentle fingers. One finger gently rimmed around the outside of the hole, circling the muscles.

  Nathan’s mouth dried. The finger dipped inside. Nathan’s muscles clenched. The finger stayed, going no further but refusing to be pushed out by Nathan’s movements. After a moment, the muscular contractions stilling, the finger pushed in a bit more.

  Nathan kept his breathing even. So far, nothing hurt, but they had done this part before. “Yes, I am.”

  A second finger rubbed the outside of his hole.

  Nathan bit his lip as the second finger pushed down deep, and he stretched to accommodate it. He reached down inside himself, looking for that part of him that had been brought up to the surface by this man.

  The second finger delved deeper. A third finger probed, going down. Henri drizzled more oil. And there it was, the button that Henri had pushed last time. Nathan couldn’t hold back a cry as intense sensations pulled him into bliss.

  He’d shot his semen on the sheets. “Ohhhhh.”

  Henri slowly pulled out his fingers. He wiped them off with the cloth. He depleted much of the bottle of oil, drizzling even more in Nathan’s ass. “If this hurts at all, say something. It shouldn’t hurt if I do it right.”

  Nathan nodded, biting down on his lower lip. He shook as Henri’s hands grabbed his hips, positioning him and clambering over him.

  Henri nipped the side of Nathan’s neck where his hair didn’t rest, as it was pulled to the other side. “Relax.”

  “I’m trying.” Nathan shifted his body further up on the bed. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

  Henri nipped again, sucking at the spot. He moved his hips slowly. Something probed at the opening of Nathan’s hole. Henri’s cock. It slid in centimeter by centimeter.

  Nathan sucked in a breath. His back spasmed. Nothing had prepared him for this. He stretched around Henri’s cock. But the oil and deliberate motions made the sensations quite exquisite.

  Henri’s breath blew against his neck. “More?”

  “Yes.”

  Henri’s body carefully pushed forward, until he was housed completely in Nathan. Henri began to move up and down, up and down, thrusting within him. Each movement grew in strength.

  The magic button flew off again, making Nathan’s whole body contract. He shifted back, making Henri go in even deeper.

  “My God.” Henri’s hips beat a rhythm on him, each thrust speedier than the last. As Henri’s body flexed convulsively, he yelled Nathan’s name. Panting, he fell on top of Nathan’s back. “My God, my mate.”

  Nathan lay under him, in the security that was being next to Henri’s body. Henri had explained that some vampires believed they had mates much as the other animals of prey did, such as wolves and hawks. “I love to hear you call me that.”

  “No one has ever brought me this much, Nathan. No one.” Henri slid off to lie beside him. His hand stroked deftly through Nathan’s hair as he held him. “My last letter from an old friend said that he’d come across an old mating ritual of our kind.”

  Nathan drew away to look at him. “A vampire ritual?”

  Henri nodded. “Perhaps we should pay him a visit. Check into this. For us.”

  “Later. We will later.” Nathan snuggled up to Henri, his hand tracing a circle on Henri’s side. For now, he’d be content with the man he loved, who’d teach him all about being a vampire. The rest of the story would come later.

  Michele Armstrong

  Writing stories and poetry as a hobby, Mechele graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a degree in Religious Studies and Social Welfare. Although there were challenges with work and family, the need to write and be published, to share her passion for books was always there.

  During a rainy weekend at the beach reading several romance novels she fell in love, not with the hero, but with the genre again. So began a two-year adventure of doing what she loved most, creating worlds with strong heroines and enchanting heroes that will keep you turning pages until the end.

  Living in Virginia with a husband, kids, dog, and fish, Mechele finds time to share her vivid imagination and ability to tell stories of adventure, love, lust, and everything in between.

  Visit Mechele on the Web at http://www.mechelearmstrong.com, or email her at mechele@mechelearmstrong.com.