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“I don’t know. You were dying. I tried to drink the remaining blood to turn you. But I felt you die as soon as I did. You were dead. He killed you. You shouldn’t have come back.”
Tears dewed Nikolaus’s eyes. He put a hand up, touching Severin’s cheek with cool fingertips. “I thought about this for so long. For ten years I wished you’d done it to me. Now I’m not sure.”
Severin shook his head. He wept. “I couldn’t let you go. I had to try. I’m sorry.”
Nikolaus stroked his face with his own tears falling. “I know.”
“Please forgive me.”
Nikolaus pulled Severin into his arms. “Always, my love,” he whispered. “Always.”
His words ignited hope in Severin’s breast that all was not lost.
Nikolaus pulled back to look at him. “Where’s Emil?”
“I don’t know. He and Istvan fell into the river.”
“Then we’re not safe.” Nikolaus tried to sit up. Severin pushed him back down.
“He would be here by now if he were still alive. Rest. Gather your strength.”
Nikolaus turned his head away. “I’m hungry,” he said in a whisper. “But I won’t take life. I won’t be like him.”
Severin swallowed. “You don’t have to,” he said. “Your first meal is right here.”
Nikolaus’s gaze fixed on his. He licked his lips. His eyes turned crimson and his canines lengthened. He ran his tongue over the wicked points. Watching him, Severin felt the first stirring of desire. Twin lusts ignited.
Nikolaus rolled them over suddenly, pushing Severin onto his back, exposing his throat with a strong hand. He buried his face in Severin’s neck, lips pressed to his skin, kissing, tongue tracing.
Severin shivered. He gripped Nikolaus around the back, felt the new vampire’s cock hard against his hip. He spread his legs around Nikolaus. His erection pushed against Nikolaus’s clothed one.
Nikolaus let out a choked gasp. He sheathed his fangs in Severin’s throat. Severin cried out as his skin broke. He held hard to Nikolaus as his lust boiled over, blood and human entwined and desperate. He bucked against the new vampire, grinding their pelvises together. The feeling was ecstasy.
Nikolaus moaned. He swallowed the first mouthful and shuddered hard, his body writhing on top of Severin’s. Severin guessed he was getting a taste of those combined lusts, and how powerful they were. How the need for sex and blood ruled vampires above all else. His cock ached. The light-headed feeling of being drunk from merely aroused him further. He groaned and hissed, arching against his lover as his balls tightened and he spurted without a touch to his cock, splashing his chest with cum. So, it wasn’t just Emil who could make him come when he bit him.
Nikolaus withdrew his teeth. He panted, looking down at Severin. His lips were scarlet and dripping. He bent his head and kissed Severin hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Severin moaned and gripped him, tasting his own blood, delirious. The blood lust blazed red hot within him and the human lust returned, hot on its heels. His cock was still rampant. He needed more. Much more.
He rolled them over, straddled Nikolaus and ripped his breeches open. Nikolaus wriggled out of them, gasping, desperate, flushed with stolen blood and desire. He pulled Severin on top of him and Severin grasped Nikolaus’s cock, tightening his hand around the straining shaft. Nikolaus clung to him, kissing him. Severin nudged his way between Nikolaus’s thighs. His lover lifted his knees and Severin spat on his hand, slicked his dick, and guided it between Nikolaus’s buttocks.
The vampire arched and cried out as Severin penetrated him. He wouldn’t feel that kind of human pain anymore. He would only feel pleasure. He grunted, pinning Nikolaus to the bed, pistoning his hips forward and listening to his lover’s ecstasy.
Nikolaus threw his head back. He grabbed Severin by the hair and forced his face to his throat and carried away on a tide of blistering emotion, Severin bit him. This time it was all he had once dreamed of.
Nikolaus’s blood spurted unchained into his mouth like a scalding fountain of honey. It blazed through every cell, burning Severin alive. He drank the nectar like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He felt reborn. But he couldn’t allow himself to get carried away. Not now, not ever. He knew though that he would be addicted to Nikolaus’s blood for the rest of his immortal life.
He took one last swallow and then he lifted his head with his mouth full of Nikolaus’s blood. He kissed the other vampire, transferring the blood to his mouth, and Nikolaus groaned, tasting his own blood, swallowing, rocking hard against Severin’s plundering cock.
Their lips clung. Severin’s senses spun and he stroked Nikolaus’s cock in time with his thrusts. Nikolaus’s spine bowed. His thighs gripped Severin’s back hard. He threw his head back, blood dribbling from the corners of his mouth, the wounds on his throat closing.
“I love you,” he cried. “I love you.” Semen coated Severin’s hand in a thick stream and Nikolaus’s clenching muscles milked every last drop from Severin.
The two vampires collapsed together, finally sated.
Stained with blood and semen, Nikolaus and Severin curled into each other, skin clammy and bodies exhausted. Severin held Nikolaus’s head and the new vampire licked delicately at the wounds on his neck, making him shiver.
Severin stroked the soft, damp strands of Nikolaus’s cropped raven hair. “Shall we make a plan?” he asked softly.
Nikolaus lifted his head. His violet eyes seemed to glow in the near dark. He smiled and Severin’s dead heart clenched. The first time in ten years he had seen Nikolaus smile. Nikolaus nodded.
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Nikolaus felt cold. His skin was as cool as Severin’s. He needed to light the fire but was reluctant to leave the relative warmth of his lover’s arms. He didn’t know what came next now for a new vampire. He’d had his first meal and felt reborn. He supposed he followed that up with taking life and skulking in the shadows. He should have felt ashamed but he only felt a strangely pleasant anxiety, like the stirring of a thousand butterflies in his stomach. Severin was his now and he was Severin’s. As he’d always wanted.
Severin smiled at him and stroked his head and Nikolaus’s heart—dead now and useless—seemed to jump and throb. It was the end of his life but the start of him and Severin, for always and forever.
THE END
