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He held onto him tight and captured his lips in a kiss. Turney groaned, wrapping his arms around his neck as they made out for a few moments before Octavius broke the kiss. “Oh, your hickies are about to have hickies.”
Turney snorted. “Nonsense.”
“So many bites. Full dangerous vampire mode activated!” Octavius growled, he nipped at Turney’s bottom lip as he sat his feet back on the floor. “Strip down or else, my captive!”
* * *
Turney rose a brow at Octavius’voice going deep and ‘deadly’. “Here?”
The vampire frowned, head tilting in obvious confusion. “Of course, why not?”
He glanced around. It looked like multiple people had been slaughtered in the room. There was fake blood everywhere…and a lot of bodies…and body parts just lying about.
Well, the fake blood, on closer inspection, didn’t appear to be actual liquid. He was pretty sure it was more of whatever had just smacked him in the face earlier. It was oddly realistic. Sort of reminded him of that old factory with the wendigos and all those body parts…but more messy.
“You can’t be serious…”
“I’m a dangerous vampire! We can be like, ‘oh this is what happens if you disobey’. It’s perfect!”
He eyed the vampire. Despite them taking the month off from work, Octavius was dressed in a three-piece 1920’s style business suit. This time it was black and gray pinstriped paired with an orange button down and a black tie. Octavius was, as always, looking like a Roman statue, with his short sandy blond curls, strong but not quite square jaw, rounded chin, and high cheekbones. The vampire’s olive skin was glowing, and there was a sparkle in his ocean blue eyes. It was funny how the put togetherness hid so much crazy.
“There is literally a fake dead body like a foot away from me…”
“Yes, so if you don’t want to become the next body, clothes off, human!” Octavius growled, his voice deepening.
“Can’t we move this to the bedroom?” he asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
The vampire’s lips pursed into a pout. “No, here is perfect!”
Turney sighed. Narrowing his eyes at the male, he said, “Nothing too weird.”
Octavius blinked. “Of course!” He nodded, looking so unbelievably innocent that he knew the vampire was just placating him.
“Fine.” He sighed again, but quickly slipped out of his sweats and underwear. What the heck, sex was sex. And he’d been dying for Octavius to bite him for weeks. Sure, the location was questionable, but the results would no doubt be pleasurable.
Octavius let out an evil laugh and Turney found himself splayed out on the floor with a body propping up his lower half. He stared at the blood covered form that his ass was partly laying on.
“Octavius! I know I just said yes, but really? On top of a body?!”
“But the ground is uncomfortable…and the fake blood is hard… shhh, don’t worry about it. It’s fine!” Octavius said coaxingly. Dropping to his knees, he began to caress Turney’s bare thighs. “Now…” He cleared his throat. “Submit, human, or become like the one beneath you!”
Turney rolled his eyes. Dammit… “AHHH! Please don’t kill me!”
“I’ll think about it… You would look so pretty covered in blood,” Octavius hissed, eyes full of heat. He cupped his hand under Turney’s left knee and lifted his leg up. Turney gasped as the vampire dragged his tongue from his knee to his inner thigh. His cock perking up at his lover’s touch. “Let’s have a taste to see if you are worth keeping alive.”
Octavius placed a gentle kiss on the scar on his thigh, and Turney couldn’t help but flinch.
The vampire frowned. “Turney…”
“I’m fine.” He cleared his throat.
Octavius rubbed his face against the claw mark on his inner right thigh. “You aren’t… And while I can’t force you to love them…I’ll do my best to make sure you know how much I do. Because without them, my life would be empty right now. Not even Halloween would have been enough to cheer me up.”
Turney chuckled. “Love me more than Halloween, do you?”
“Yes,” Octavius said with a grin before plunging his fangs into Turney’s leg without warning. Pleasure surged through his veins, causing him to cry out.
He clawed at the carpet, his nails slashing through the weird, hard, plasticky blood. His cock fully hardened in an instant. Turney wasn’t sure if it was because it had been a while, or if certain senses were just enhanced now that he was a zombie, but he tumbled over the edge with a shout, spraying across his stomach.
