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Sam said his goodbyes and ushered Janos out of the apartment. They stood for a moment in the still and cold pre-dawn air and Sam put an arm around Janos. “You must be traumatised by what you’ve seen tonight.”
Janos shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”
Sam smiled. “Want to go home?”
“Yes.”
Arm in arm, they walked away.
Back at the apartment, Sam poured Janos a stiff drink even though it was now breakfast time. He lit candles on the dresser and they sat together on the bed. “You were brave tonight,” Sam said. “I can’t believe you dispatched that French crackpot.”
Janos smiled. “You mean daddy vampire?”
“Seemed like he was, yes.” Sam’s thoughts went back to Raphael slitting Stephen’s throat open and he shuddered. Then he remembered the triumph in Istvan’s eyes as he staked Emil. “We did well.”
“Yes, we did.” Janos finished his drink and placed the glass on the bedside table. He leaned over and brushed his lips over Sam’s. Sam sat still while Janos unbuttoned his shirt, placing kisses on his shoulder as he drew the garment down his arms. Sam undressed him in turn. Janos’s skin was peachy and warm in the candlelight. Sam felt his own skin heat as Janos pressed against him and he shivered. They kissed deeply and tenderly and Sam knew he had not been wrong about Janos. He was the one, whether he wanted to remain human or not. He would approach that fact with stoicism and not allow their differences to drive a wedge between them the way it had with Istvan and Stephen.
Sam lay Janos down and covered his naked body with his own. Their limbs entwined the way their hearts had. Janos kissed him with passion, wrapping his tongue around Sam’s, urging him down onto him. Their mouths came apart so Janos could gasp in a breath and Sam moved his lips to his throat, kissing, allowing his tongue to smooth over the soft skin. The blood was there teasing and taunting him below the surface. Janos’s pulse pounded against Sam’s lips and Sam ached to taste, to taste it all, every drop. He clenched his jaw against the need and slid down Janos’s body, kissing all the way, lingering on his lover’s nipples.
Janos arched as Sam licked and sucked, biting and leaving both buds wet and stiff. Janos gripped his hair, moaning, and Sam left a trail of kisses down his taut belly before nuzzling the hair at his groin.
Janos shivered and shook as Sam licked his hard cock from root to tip before taking Janos all the way into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around Janos’s shaft, drew back, and flicked it over the head, gathering pre-cum from the slit before moving down to mouth Janos’s balls. Janos writhed beneath him as Sam sucked at first one ball, then the other before pressing his tongue flat against his perineum while he wet a finger and probed between his lover’s buttocks, seeking entry.
Janos spread his legs. He urged Sam back to his cock with a hand on the back of his head and Sam sucked him down as he penetrated his arse with one finger. Janos rocked against it, panting for breath, groaning. Then he rolled away from Sam, onto all fours, presenting himself. Sam growled in excitement. His fangs flicked out unbidden and he saw that the sight didn’t faze Janos. If anything, it seemed to arouse his lover more. He put a hand around his own cock, jerking off and looking back over his shoulder at Sam.
“You need to hurry,” Janos said, moaning. “I’m going to make myself come.”
Sam reached towards the bedside drawer and found some oil. He greased up his erection, then ran his fingers down Janos’s cleft, lubricating his hole, pushing two fingers inside and rubbing the little bump that made Janos squirm and shout.
“Fuck,” Janos said on a long groan, shaking as though he would climax.
Smiling, Sam withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. He was pretty sure he was going to come too, as soon as he was inside Janos. He rubbed his cock against Janos’s entrance for a moment, teasing them all, listening to Janos gasp.
“Come on!”
“All right,” Sam said and buried himself to his balls.
Janos cried out. He reached around to grab Sam’s thigh. “Fuck me,” he moaned. “Please fuck me.”
Sam grasped him by the hips. He withdrew and plunged in again and Janos gasped and groaned. He did it again and again, building his rhythm until he powered into his lover with a force that rattled the bed. Janos moaned with passion and Sam dragged him back to sit on his lap, holding him hard with the bloodlust crashing over him.
He parted his lips and touched his fangs to Janos’s throat. The scent of the blood overwhelmed him. Janos moaned, deeply impaled, jerking his cock fiercely.
“Can I?” Sam asked because he would always ask from now on and he would always control himself, no matter what. Istvan would continue to be his guide in this matter. He had controlled his need for Stephen for five years and it was only Emil and Raphael that had led to Istvan finally taking Stephen’s life.
“Yes,” Janos groaned. “Yes. Take me. I’m yours.”
His statement was ambiguous, Sam reflected. Did Janos know how that sounded? He was sure Janos didn’t mean what Sam would love him to mean. That was something they would need to discuss and debate long and hard. For now, he would merely take a drink, rather than possess Janos body and soul.
Sam sank his teeth into the tender flesh of Janos’s neck and the blood spurted thick and hot into his mouth. The hot, sweet liquid soothed away the remaining worries of the day and made his body feel light and discombobulated. Janos sank back against him, gasping, reaching back to hold Sam’s head. As he drank, Sam felt his lover clench and spasm around him and he reached around to hold his cock, so he could feel Janos release into it. Janos’s fluid coated his fingers and Sam swallowed mouthful after mouthful until he came to his own climax.
It washed over him like a tsunami and he tore his mouth free to cry out, blood trickling down Janos’s neck. Janos craned his head around and they kissed.
“I love you,” Janos said and Sam could have cried with gratitude.
Alone since being turned by Istvan on a French battlefield, now he had everything he needed. He was sure that with Janos by his side, his nightmares of the war would begin to ease. His loneliness would vanish. He would control his nature around his human lover and he would become that support that Stephen would need so badly in his new life. He would be strong. He would live his life right, with the same humanity that Istvan still retained, and in time the names of Emil and Raphael, who had given all vampires a bad name, would be lost in the dust.
THE END
