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A Different
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by Angel Martinez |
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“What am I doing here?” Josh leveled the sword he had snatched from the mantel at the vampire’s bare back. His ripped, gorgeous back…dammit! Monster, stupid, he’s a monster!
The vampire turned. With the arrogance of his kind, he arched a brow and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “That’s my father’s sword. If you must kill me, have the decency not to ruin a priceless heirloom doing it.” He turned back to filling the teakettle, the perfect mounds of his glutes outlined by his track pants. “Do you have a name, hunter?”
“I asked a question, asshole.”
“Tsk. So rude.” The vampire set the kettle on the stove. “I am Richard von Schaumburg.”
“Richard?” Not Vlad or Octavian or any of the other pompous names vamps picked for themselves, Richard sounded too damn normal. “You’re shitting me.”
“No.” Richard-the-Vampire replied in his softly accented voice. “That’s the name my mother gave me.” He waved towards the kitchen table. “If we’re going to chat prior to my demise, you may as well make yourself comfortable. Tea?”
“Tea?”
“That’s an annoying habit, parroting everything as a question.”
Josh eased into a chair, the sword across his lap. He should have slaughtered the monster by now, but everything felt sideways and strange. “You want to poison me.”
Richard laughed. The rich, silken sound caressed over Josh’s frayed nerves. “If I wanted you dead, I would’ve snapped your neck. You tried to kill me on my way home. I struck you.” Rain battered at the window. “It didn’t seem right to leave you lying in the mud. I brought you home, which I’ll most likely regret.”
“Damn right,” Josh muttered. He felt along his jaw and winced when he encountered the tender knot. Right. The vamp had clocked him. He tugged the borrowed bathrobe closer. “Where the hell are my clothes?”
“At the moment? In the laundry.”
Laundry. Tea. “Your servant taking care of that?”
“No.” The word came out short and sharp. “I haven’t had servants for three hundred years.” Richard slid into the opposite chair and placed a steaming mug in front of Josh.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
“You bellowed something about your sister.” Richard’s long fingers drummed slowly. “I gathered you’re one of those who hunts because of personal pain.”
Josh swallowed hard and glanced away from those sea-grey eyes. “Yeah. Personal. One of you bastards killed my sister. Made her promises and then ripped her to pieces.”
“One vampire murdered her, so you blame us all. If a doctor had killed her, you would hunt medical professionals?”
“That’s different. And it would be stupid.”
“Is it? But because you encountered a sociopathic vampire, you assume all of us are evil monsters.”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Josh muttered, but it lacked conviction. He tossed his hair back from his eyes and winced at the movement.
Richard pushed a bottle across the table to him. “You may want two or three.”
“Aspirin? Why the hell do you have aspirin?”
“They were William’s.” Richard gazed out into the storm-swept night.
“Were.”
“William died seven years ago. I have trouble parting with anything of his.”
“You killed him.”
A sigh expanded the hard muscles of Richard’s chest. “No, hunters killed him. They waylaid him. Kidnapped him. Tortured him.”
“So you found him. If you know what happened, you found him. Why didn’t you save him?”
“He was beyond that point. Lost too much blood. They had put out his eyes. Cut off his hands, his feet, and his testicles.”
A lead ball settled in Josh’s stomach. “The hands and stuff would’ve grown back, after…right?”
Tears welled in Richard’s eyes. “The change doesn’t work that way. You carry any scars or flaws with you. Even if I could have saved him, how could I have asked him to live eternity like that?”
“He was like your Renfield?”
“He was my companion. My lover. My friend.”
“Oh.” Josh rubbed a hand over his face, dizzy with sudden realization. The vamps he’d killed were mindless killing machines. This one, who reacted to an attack with the cool detachment of a born warrior, who lifted his fallen opponent out of the dirt, and brought him home, was different. He was a completely different breed.
A tear rolled down Richard’s clean-shaven cheek. Josh reached across the table and smoothed it away with his thumb. Richard turned his face and Josh’s heart lurched, anticipating bared fangs, but only soft lips met his palm. Such soft lips…
Others had warned him about vamps’ seductive powers and part of him still screamed to pull away. This wasn’t seduction, though. Attraction, yes, but mostly he felt an overwhelming sorrow for this beautiful creature’s loss.
Josh set the sword on the table. He rose and walked around to take Richard’s face between his hands.
“You’re in pain,” Richard protested.
“So are you.” Josh leaned down, an electric jolt shooting down to his balls when their lips met.
At first, Richard let him lead, his hands flat on the table, answering Josh’s questing mouth. He opened when Josh ran his tongue over the seam of his lips. Josh plunged inside, plundering every ridge and dip of his mouth. His skin held a slight chill, like marble in the summer shade. Part of his brain said he should have been repulsed. He told it to shut the hell up.
Richard tugged at the tie on his robe and Josh helped matters along by shrugging out of the terrycloth. He slid into Richard’s lap, as the kiss grew heated and desperate. The huge bulge under his thigh gave him some idea of Richard’s impressive package. His own cock twitched and leaked under a rush of lust so intense, he thought he might come right then.
Josh pulled away from the kiss to lick at the curves of Richard’s ear. “Fuck me. Please. I need you inside me.”
A deep moan rumbled in Richard’s chest. He took Josh by the shoulders and eased him back. “Odd request from a hunter.”
“I know.” Josh tugged at the track pants to expose the thick, finely veined cock waiting for him. His mouth watered.
“You know nothing about me. You’re reacting to the sympathy you feel for another lonely, wounded soul.” Richard’s voice hitched when Josh ran a thumb up the underside of his shaft.
“You’re saying I’ll regret it in the morning?”
“You might.”
“How about we worry about that then?”
Richard’s head fell back on a gasp as Josh toyed with his slit. “But we’ve just met. I don’t even know your name.”
“How did I find the only vamp on the planet with sexual mores?” Josh said on a snort. He pumped the cool erection slowly while he kissed along Richard’s jaw. “Joshua Kempski. Josh, if you don’t mind. Better?”
“Yes.” Though Josh wasn’t sure if this was in response to the hand job or the name.
Richard wrapped his arms tight around Josh, lifted him, and laid him on his back on the table. He paced to the counter and returned with a bottle of lotion. Josh blinked in surprise. Well, hell, I guess his skin might get dry sometimes, too…
Any rational thoughts skittered away as the pad of Richard’s thumb toyed at his puckered entrance. Josh gasped and squirmed, pushing back against the invasion, every nerve straining towards a release too long denied. Three years without sex, he realized in shock.
“Stop teasing,” he growled as that thumb slipped in and out. “Don’t be so damn careful.”
Richard leaned over to plant sucking kisses along his collarbone. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Josh stroked his face. “I need this so bad.”
Still, Richard took his time lubing his cock and easing the head carefully past Josh’s ring. He forced himself to relax, teeth gritted as the true size of Richard’s erection sank in. Huge, dammit, I’ve never… His thoughts cut off on a long moan as Richard slid deep inside, the momentary pain hurtling over into exquisite pleasure.
Richard gathered him close, long arms wrapping Josh in gentle strength. The spicy musk of their arousals filled his head, Richard’s scent an intoxicating mix with hints of peppermint and chocolate. Josh had been with half a dozen lovers and more than a few one-night stands, but he had never felt so full, so complete, so safe. His breath caught as he realized this man, this vampire, was the one he’d waited for all along.
He should have felt some anger at a universe that would allow him to fall for someone like his sister’s killer. But Richard was right. It was time to stop condemning an entire race because of a few dirtbags.
Long, slow strokes had him bucking and rising up to meet each thrust. “Richard, harder. Please. God, you feel so good.”
Richard complied with bone-jarring enthusiasm, each hard thrust edging Josh farther up on the table. He wrapped his legs around lean ribs, the new angle letting Richard stroke his prostate in ways that set off showers of sparks at his core. With a little rumble, Richard lifted his arm to lick at the crook of his elbow.
“May I?” he murmured. “I so want to taste you.”
Oh, hell, no…Josh looked up into those gorgeous eyes, though, and saw the hunger tempered with tenderness. He grabbed Richard’s ass with his free hand to pull him in harder. “Do it. Now.”
Sharp canines flashed in the lamplight. Sudden pain ricocheted up his arm as those teeth closed through his skin. Like the pain of Richard’s cock entering him, pleasure soon replaced it in volcanic waves. Richard moaned as he drank, his handsome face suffused with ecstasy. Nothing could possibly have been more erotic than having the same lover enter him twice in such deliciously different ways.
Josh bellowed Richard’s name as he came, decorating both their bodies with thick jets of white. A soft whimper caught in Richard’s throat. He crushed Josh close and thrust deep within, his hips jerking and twitching through his own orgasm. He withdrew his teeth and licked over the tiny puncture wounds to close them.
When he lifted his head, uncertainty filled his eyes. “Josh? I think, perhaps, we need each other. Would you stay with me?”
Josh tangled his fingers in the thick, black silk of Richard’s hair and pulled his head around for a tender kiss. The single word he whispered against those soft, full lips had never felt so right. “Yes.” |
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About the author: Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction
pen name of a writer of several genres. Currently living
part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware,
(and full time inside the author's head) Angel has one
husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other
furred and scaled companions, a love of all things
beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of
both knowledge and chocolate.
website: Angel Martinez: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind
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