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Sam watched Bela walk away, soon swallowed up in the throng of bodies. He felt somewhat disappointed that Bela had gone away to cruise for a victim without him—indeed that Bela’s attention wasn’t fixed solely on him. But why? He didn’t want Bela to drink from him, did he? Wasn’t it to Bela’s credit that he was going to look for a human rather than attempting to drink from Sam? He sighed and settled back against the couch, looking around.
The activity around him made him hot under the collar. His cock ached for satisfaction and he dwelled on the man from last night again with both fondness and regret. He hoped the man hadn’t died. Sam really didn’t want that. He watched the man-on-man action going on. He could just approach someone if he wanted to, couldn’t he? Just join in. He felt lonely here, watching and not participating. He glanced towards the black door again. He was itching to see beyond it. He got up, strolled over, and pushed it open. The smell hit him first. Blood and sex again, but this time the room was pitch black. The sounds hit his ears. Moans, gasps, pants for breath, cries of ecstasy. His dead vampire blood boiled. He wanted some of this.
A dim light burned in one corner as he shuffled through the dark. It cast eerie silver light over the pale face of a man seated on a low couch. His trousers were open and saliva gleamed on his cock as another man bent over him sucking, kneeling in submission. Sam stopped, staring. The white face belonged to Bela. He had his hand tangled in the untidy dark locks of his lover, urging him on. His eyes were open, staring back at Sam. A smile played around his sensual lips. Just then, the man drew back with a low moan. “Please,” he said, tipping his head back to reveal his creamy throat.
“When I’m done,” Bela said, looking amused. He pushed the man’s head back down. “You see?” he addressed Sam. “They all crave it. The bite of a vampire.” He grinned and his fangs snapped out, sending a jolt of excitement through Sam. Bela pulled his lover up by the hair. The man came willingly. He straddled Bela’s lap, his trousers strained and tented, and offered his neck, panting. The light flashed on Bela’s teeth before he sank them into his victim’s throat.
Sam was astonished at the cry of rapture Bela’s lover gave. He writhed on the vampire’s lap, grinding against Bela’s cock. Bela pulled hard with his lips at the man’s neck while he stroked himself, sliding his cock through his tight fist. Sam watched, mesmerised, his mouth wet with saliva. The man started to go limp on Bela’s lap and the vampire held him up with one strong hand while he pleasured himself with the other and continued to drink. Sam felt light-headed with need.
Bela tore his mouth from his lover’s throat. He let out a roar of what sounded like triumph as he came, spilling his seed over his hand.
The man fell backwards and Sam lost all his control. He stepped forward, gaze riveted to the ruby liquid flowing from the wounds on the man’s throat, his cock hard. He grabbed Bela’s lover by the shoulder and sank his teeth into the wounds the other vampire had left. The rich nectar flooded his mouth and his senses, and Sam was transported into that other world the blood always took him to. Was this how opium addicts felt? Surely nothing came close to this for humans, although his victim certainly acted like he was in a drug-induced coma.
Sam’s cock pulsed for release as he drank. He felt Bela touch him then between his legs, tracing the thick outline of his cock through his trousers. Sam groaned, spilling a mouthful of precious blood. He heard the vampire laugh.
“We make a perfect team, my friend.”
Sam arched against Bela’s hand. With hot shame, he realised he was going to come like this, into his clothes like a teenager being touched for the first time. He shivered, shook, and released in a flood. The man fell away unconscious, slithering to the ground. Bela stood up, adjusted his clothes, and picked the man up, arranging his loose limbs on the couch. Sam sat dazed, leaning against the furniture.
Bela stooped over him, smoothing Sam’s hair back from his forehead with a fond expression on his face. “It’s so nice to meet a new vampire,” he said. “Even though Emil would kill you if he knew.”
Sam scowled, his head clearing. “Emil’s dead.”
“His head didn’t get up and walk away by itself,” Bela said.
Doubt assailed Sam. He hadn’t worried too much about this before. He had left that to Istvan and Severin. “He couldn’t...come back, could he?”
Bela shrugged. “No vampire ever has, but this is Emil. I always thought he was more immortal that any immortal. He was older than time and so maybe he alreadyhascome back before. Somebody took his body away, didn’t they? Maybe they know what to do.”
Sam shivered, suddenly cold, his semen cooling on his undergarments. He stood. “I’ll bid you good evening, Bela.”
Bela’s cold hand drifted over the back of his neck. “Don’t you worry; I’ll protect you my friend.” He gave a sharp-toothed smile that made Sam shudder and seemed to be the offer of a wolf to protect a flock of sheep.
Chapter Five
Sam awoke as twilight descended over the city that evening. He thought back to what Bela had said about Emil and a shudder shook his body. If somehow Emil could resurrect himself—or there was somebody out there who could do it for him—then they were all in trouble. Big trouble. Istvan was a dead man for making Sam a vampire without permission and Severin for making Nikolaus. Emil had ruled all his flock with an iron fist and he would come back screaming bloody vengeance and kill them all. Sam hadn’t wanted this life. Hadn’t wanted to live forever, alone like he was now, but still, it was better than the alternative: being dead.
He laughed to himself and started to draw water for a bath. Where had these gloomy thoughts come from? He tried to focus on more pleasant things, like last night’s club and his encounter with Bela and their obliging lover. Bela was a handsome man that Sam could have some fun with that was for sure, as long as he kept his guard up around the vampire, and now Sam knew where to go for an evening’s entertainment and an everlasting supply of food. All those willing humans, just waiting for the touch of a vampire. His loins stirred at the very notion. His thoughts drifted again to the man he had taken two nights ago near the Basilica. A fine man who had seemed to enjoy himself as much as Sam had. Sam sighed in longing. He knew where the man lived. He could go back for more. If the man was still alive. That was a sobering thought guaranteed to dampen his ardour. He shouldn’t be risking being exposed by visiting a victim a second time. He should reserve his fun for the club, where no one was going to stake him for biting.
He dressed and left the little courtyard, joining tourists on Castle Hill. Down at the Basilica, he located the doorway the man had taken him through. It was closed fast. He huddled under the portico against the cold for a few minutes before the chill leached into his bones. What was he doing here? Chasing a man behind a locked door when he had his choice of humans at the club Bela had taken him to. What was he thinking? Madness. He turned and left with one last rueful look back.
Down the dark, twisting stairs he went into the club, making a beeline for the back room, the one that was lit with red light for a better view. He strolled amongst the debauchery, titillated by the varieties of sex on display. He watched vampires feeding from humans. He watched men and women being fucked. He stopped at a man face down on a bench with his arse bare and his legs spread, his hole oozing semen.
Four vampires stood around taking turns with him. They slapped his plump buttocks until they flamed; they felt under him, fondling his genitals. The man’s throat had purple wounds on it, dribbling blood. One vampire pushed his cock into the man’s mouth, another thrust his cock into his anus. Sam stared. It seemed like a free for all, and the man was groaning and bucking on the bench, his mouth full of cock and sucking for all he was worth. He wasn’t restrained; he didn’t need it. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
Sam looked down at the man’s face and froze.
It was the man from the Basilica. The one Sam had left for dead in his apartment. He was here, alive, in this den of iniquity getting fucked by vampires.
Sam’s cock reared against his trousers. He dug his nails into his palms, afraid he was going to lose control, so desperate was his need for this man. He hovered by the man’s shoulder, looking at the straining muscles in his arms and his back, the clenching of his buttocks, and the sweat pooled on his spine. What a beautiful specimen he was.
The man’s hair had fallen into his eyes and he gasped aloud as the vampire withdrew his cock from his mouth, while the other vampire drew out of his backside, sated.
Sam stepped forward before anyone else could. “May I?” he addressed the group.
The four vampires glanced at each other. One shrugged. “The more the merrier,” he said.
Sam tore his trousers open with trembling hands. Then he hesitated. He could at least introduce himself and ask permission first. The man was quivering with need. He pushed his buttocks up, groaning. “Please,” he said, rubbing himself against the smooth surface of the bench.
