Slay My Love

by Lee Colgin

  “Ask me to.” Gianni’s eye glittered with raw delight.

  Franklin played along. “Please?”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please, suck my dick,” Franklin tried, quivering in Gianni’s grasp.

  “So polite.”

  Gianni rewarded him by taking his entire length into his throat in one go. “Jesus!”

  Pulling off, Gianni squeezed his cock at the base. “Naughty. That’s not my name. Try again.”

  “Gianni,” Franklin groaned, cheeks flushed.

  The vampire’s grin returned. His hand slid from root to tip, thumb teasing his frenulum. “Full sentences. You can do it. Ask me. Use my name.”

  “Please, Gianni, suck my dick.” Franklin’s head thrust back against the pillow. He’d never used words as foreplay.

  Tight, wet heat surrounded his cock. Gianni worked him expertly. It would be over in seconds, the vivid, all-consuming passion Gianni’s full attention provoked. The vampire gave him no break, no lull to catch his breath. He pulled Franklin’s orgasm from him violently, brutal in his love. Franklin shook with it, giving it up, coming down his throat with a guttural howl.

  After, as Franklin lay gasping, Gianni crawled up his body and settled against his chest. Franklin wrapped both arms around him while he caught his breath. They were both still fully clothed. Franklin slipped a hand under Gianni’s shirt to caress the skin on his lower back.

  “That was intense. How’d you get so good?” Franklin asked.

  Gianni chuckled, fingers trailing lightly over his nipple. “Don’t ruin it by asking questions you don’t want the answers to.”

  Oh.

  Franklin was so stupid sometimes. “Sorry, I just…”

  Gianni was fully laughing now. “You are the only person who could ask a question like that so innocently. I like that about you. That and the color your face turns when I make you say dick.” Gianni found his nipple with his teeth and bit it gently through his shirt.

  “I like how bossy you are in bed. So hot. It’s your turn. What do you want?”

  Gianni snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Hold me.”

  “You sure?” He felt Gianni nod against him. “How are you feeling?”

  “Tired, but better. The blood helped. It doesn’t hurt so much.”

  “Good.”

  Franklin rubbed soothing circles over Gianni’s back, up to his shoulders, down to the curve of his cheeks. Before long, the rhythm of his breathing evened out, and Gianni slept. Franklin kissed his hair and continued the gentle massage until sleep claimed him too.

  Gianni

  When the sun set, Gianni woke curled against Franklin. The pain wasn’t any worse—a dull ache. He wanted blood, but it wasn’t Oswald’s he craved.

  And Franklin’s…was available.

  “Good evening,” Gianni mumbled directly into Franklin’s neck. “May I?”

  Franklin tipped his head. “You don’t have to ask.”

  Gianni sank his teeth into the inviting flesh and sucked, eager to satiate his thirst. Franklin’s blood was decadent and sweet, filling his mouth and coating his throat with heat.

  Hot hands gripped his waist, holding him in place, but Gianni had no plans to leave. Not now that they finally had each other. Fantasies of endless nights spent together played out in his mind.

  The blood always made him feel that way, carefree and light. But as he withdrew his fangs and closed the wounds, reality set in. They were hiding out in a van, and if anyone knew they were alive, death sentences awaited. They needed to disappear.

  “You okay?” Franklin interrupted his train of thought.

  Gianni took a moment to assess his body. Maybe a little jittery, with an ache in his bones that was unpleasant but bearable. Surprisingly, that was it. “I was expecting it to be worse.”

  Franklin squeezed him. “But you’re okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “I booked this place for a week. I thought I’d need it. This is better. We’ll have time to decide what to do next.” Gianni shifted in Franklin’s hold, kissed his lips, and sat up, a true test of how his stomach was holding up. When the urge to vomit didn’t set in, he counted that as a win.

  “I need to shower.” Gianni pointed to the little cooler on the floor and the camp stove balanced on top. “You must be starving. You can start breakfast. There are eggs and potatoes if you feel like cooking or bagels if you don’t. Help yourself.”

  “What do you want?”

  Gianni smiled. “A hot breakfast would be nice, if you don’t mind cooking.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Thank you. A small portion for me—my stomach is still a little iffy.”

  It was just past seven o’clock, and other campers were out. Gianni watched with interest. A family with small children kicking a soccer ball; teenagers milling around a barbecue; an older couple rocking in lawn chairs. Peaceful. So unlike anything else in Gianni’s life.

  A longing arose, fully formed and vivid. Would Franklin want something like this? A small cabin in a rural setting, surrounded by nature and the scent of evergreens. Gianni could picture them there.

  During his shower, the fantasy continued, now including a captivating scenario where Franklin had to chop wood. His broad shoulders would be splendid covered in blue checked flannel. As the water warmed Gianni’s body, the image of a simpler life warmed his soul. He took his time washing and peered at the mirror while he toweled dry.

  He looked like himself, which was to say he wasn’t gaunt or ashen like the last time he’d detoxed. There were no dark circles under his eyes. His skin was vibrant, his vessels bolstered with Franklin’s blood, healthy and fresh. Marvelous. The cure for Oswald’s damning ownership was Franklin’s freely given generosity.

  Everything would be different now.

  The savory smell wafting from their campsite made his stomach rumble. Perhaps he’d have an appetite after all. Franklin was browning potatoes and had eggs ready for the frying pan. The sight of him at the picnic table tending to the little stove added to the sense of wellbeing that had taken root in his gut.

  The night felt like a vacation and passed swiftly as good times often do. After they’d eaten, Franklin dragged the mattress out of the van, and they curled up together under the stars. The moon was nearly full, casting light across Franklin’s handsome features. The sounds of the forest were the perfect accompaniment to their easy conversation.

  “I love being in the woods like this,” said Franklin, “far from the city.”

  “It’s peaceful. We haven’t had much of that lately.”

  “I’m not sure we’ve ever had it.”

  Gianni listened to their breathing, syncing his to Franklin’s.

  “We have a second chance.” Franklin ran his fingers through Gianni’s hair. “Maybe we could go somewhere similar? Up north? Canada. A place to lay low. I could get a job, something to get by—”

  “Yes,” Gianni interrupted. “I mean, really? You’d be okay living in the woods somewhere, because I was thinking—”

  “—I’ve always wanted to get out of the city,” Franklin said, matching his excitement.

  “Great.”

  “But it would be okay for you? I mean, you’re used to—”

  “Fuck what I’m used to.”

  Franklin laughed. Then his expression turned serious. “What happens when you decide you want to be…turned?”

  “I don’t know. Is that a deal breaker? What if I want to turn you, too?” At Franklin’s blank stare, Gianni continued, “Could we maybe ignore this topic a little longer? We’ve dealt with so much.”

  Franklin nodded. “Nothing’s a deal breaker, okay?”

  “Thanks.” Gianni took a breath in relief. He wanted to be turned, only he wasn’t in a hurry anymore. Plus, Franklin would look hot with fangs. “And anyway, you don’t need to get a job.”

  “I don’t?”

  “I have money. I moved it before our es
cape. It’s untraceable.”

  “I can’t let you pay for everything. I have to contribute.”

  The mental image of Franklin chopping wood for them came back, but this time, he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all.

  “I can think of a few ways.”

  Franklin

  Gianni had produced a laptop, insisting Franklin see an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was campy and more than a little silly, but it made Gianni happy.

  “Now I see why you called the dog Spike,” Franklin said. “I wonder how she’s doing.”

  “Me too.” Gianni smiled. “What do you want to watch?”

  Franklin hadn’t seen much TV, but he remembered nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough.

  “Perfect,” Gianni agreed. They relaxed to the gentle voice teaching them about flamingo parades and the trials and tribulations of the dung beetle.

  When the jitters got painful, Franklin rubbed Gianni’s scalp and pet his hair, soothing the worst of the symptoms which, the vampire assured him, were never all that bad.

  “Oswald did this on purpose, didn’t he? So you couldn’t leave.”

  Gianni nodded. “Exactly.”

  “He would come down to the basement to brag.” Franklin shook his head. “The things he said about you. Like he owned you, like some sort of trinket he could display.”

  “Mmhmm, yes. That’s how he saw me.”

  “Did you sleep with him?” The question came out before his brain could stop it.

  Gianni stiffened. “Of course I did.”

  “No, I don’t mean did you ever sleep with him.” Franklin’s mouth continued without checking in with his filter. “I meant while I was locked up. He said you did.”

  Gianni eyed him warily. “You ask like you’re not ready to hear the answer. Also, it really isn’t your business.”

  That was answer enough. Franklin shouldn’t have asked. Not because he blamed Gianni, but because he’d made the vampire uncomfortable.

  “What does it matter if I slept with him?” Gianni sounded defensive now.

  “It doesn’t.”

  “Don’t lie.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right—it’s none of my business.” The thought of Gianni sleeping with Oswald because there was no other way out sickened him. Whatever Gianni had done, he’d done it for Franklin.

  “I’m an ass,” Franklin said. “I don’t know why I brought it up.”

  Neither of them said anything. Gianni snuggled into his chest, and Franklin stroked his back. The silence stretched. Franklin thought Gianni might have fallen asleep, until his voice rose, quiet and a bit muffled.

  “I slept with him,” Gianni said into Franklin’s chest, hiding his face.

  “I know.”

  “I had to.”

  “I know that, too.”

  “You’re not mad?” Gianni lifted his face to catch Franklin’s eyes, vulnerability showing though the murky hazel.

  “No way.” Franklin met his gaze. “You risked everything to save my life. I’m grateful.”

  “Yeah, well, you lost everything to save mine, so I guess we’re even.”

  Franklin wasn’t sure they’d ever be even, but it was sweet of Gianni to say it.

  25

  Slow

  Franklin

  They began working on their exit strategy, agreeing to flee the country for Quebec, north of Montreal, and rent a cottage. Gianni insisted they swing through Bristol Springs to say goodbye to Hayleigh and Tabea. Franklin thought it was an unnecessary risk but wasn’t about to start arguing over something Gianni swore was important. The women would meet them outside of town, and then they’d be off.

  It was nearly dawn on their last night in West Virginia. Franklin pulled pajamas from his duffel and sat down to change. Gianni stripped off his own clothes but made no move to retrieve his pajamas. He lay back on their bed, hands beneath his head, and watched Franklin through half-lidded eyes.

  Franklin couldn’t believe his luck, that this beautiful, lithe body was spread out before him. Not only could he look his fill, he was encouraged to touch. “Do you have any idea how attractive you are?”

  Gianni grinned. “I might have some idea, but I like it when you remind me.”

  Franklin discarded his clothes and stretched out next to him, running his palm from thigh to clavicle in one long, delicious swoop.

  “What would you like? I am at your service,” Franklin offered, teasing a nipple to hardness with the tip of one finger.

  Gianni shivered. “More of that.”

  Franklin played with the nub, rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger, watching the man beneath him squirm. He leaned in and worked the other one with his tongue. When he let his teeth graze the raised flesh, he was surprised by a resounding smack on his ass.

  Gianni had spanked him. “No teeth. Slow and gentle,” the vampire ordered. “Don’t stop.”

  That tone of voice did things to Franklin. He could manage slow and gentle. Anything for Gianni. He licked his fingers to wet the other nipple and slid them in circles ever so lightly. With his tongue, he did the same to the other side.

  Gianni pushed his chest further into Franklin’s mouth. “Yes. That’s good.” His hands closed over Franklin’s shoulders, rubbing circles on his back like the ones Franklin made on his nipples. Gianni writhed under him, little gasps escaping his mouth and urging Franklin on.

  “Oh god, Franklin. I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck me?” Gianni reached for something beside the bed.

  “Anything you want. Any way you want.” Franklin kissed the hard little nub.

  “Fuck, yes. Use this.” He pressed a tube into Franklin’s hand. “I want to do it like this, on my back, so I can watch.”

  Franklin took the lube with a bit of trepidation. He wanted to make it good. In principle, he knew how this worked, but preparing someone was new. Luckily, his mouthy partner had a penchant for ordering him around.

  Franklin settled between Gianni’s spread legs and unscrewed the cap. “Talk me through it?”

  “With pleasure.” Gianni’s smirk was downright lascivious.

  Before the vampire could get another word in, Franklin leaned forward and balanced on one arm to claim Gianni’s lips. He licked a broad stripe up Gianni’s neck, then returned to his task. Gianni’s cock lay flush and rigid on his abdomen. Franklin took hold of him and began to stroke. Gianni’s hips rocked in response.

  “Tell me how you like it.”

  “Put your other hand on my hip. Hold me down.”

  Franklin did, halting the rocking motion. He milked Gianni’s dick, the pink tip shiny and glistening. Gianni was brilliantly proportioned, slim waist leading to narrow hips, muscular lean thighs lying open. His cock was thick in Franklin’s grip. He wanted to put his mouth on it, to taste him.

  Another first.

  Franklin sucked the head into his mouth, smooth as silk against his tongue. No wonder people loved to do this. If Gianni was surprised, he hid it well and with a moan. Franklin pressed further down, taking as much as he could till he nearly gagged and had to retreat. He tried again. With some practice, Gianni would fit into his throat. He was eager to try, but the vampire stopped him with a hand in his hair, pulling him off.

  “Very ambitious of you, love,” Gianni panted, “but I don’t want to come that way. I believe I asked you to fuck me.”

  “I’ll get there.” Franklin gave the tip a kiss and sat back on his heels. He slicked his fingers with the lube and trailed them from Gianni’s cock, over his balls, and across his perineum.

  Gianni squirmed. “Fuck, yes, touch me there.”

  Franklin’s pointer finger found the pucker and traced its soft ridges.

  Gianni canted his hips, and Franklin’s eyes widened at the view. That Gianni trusted him with this was such a turn-on. Franklin palmed his own cock to take the edge off. He coated Gianni’s hole with lube and watched, mesmerized, as the pucker quivered under his touch.

  “More, F
ranklin,” Gianni demanded. “Put your fingers in me.”

  Franklin pressed into the unbelievably tight channel, wringing soft sounds from Gianni. Impossible his cock would fit there. His finger disappeared inside, taking Franklin’s breath along with it.

  “Another,” ordered his lover.

  Franklin wasn’t certain two would fit. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. It’s good. Please.”

  The please did it. Franklin placed a second finger next to the first and watched as Gianni’s body made room. With his other hand he stroked Gianni’s length, but Gianni pushed him away.

  “You’ll make me come. Not yet. Gonna come on your cock.” Gianni was grinning.

  Franklin glanced up at that wicked, dirty mouth. “You can’t just say stuff like that.” He was touching his own erection now, heavy and throbbing. He’d never been so ready.

  “Can’t I?” Gianni bore down on his fingers. “Add a third, Franklin. Fuck me with your fingers so I can take that big, thick cock of yours. Want you in me.” Gianni’s body writhed. “Please, lover, do it.”

  “You’re killing me.” Franklin added a third finger. “The way you talk. What it does to me.”

  “What’s it do to you, baby?”

  “Fuck. I’m so hard.” Franklin was usually quiet during sex, but the talking was hot. “I need you.”

  “Take me. I’m ready.” Gianni drew his knees back.

  For a second, Franklin could only stare. His for the taking. He picked up the lube and slicked himself. Lining them up, he rubbed the head against Gianni’s hole.

  Franklin caught Gianni’s hazel gaze. “Ready?”

  Gianni nodded. “Slow, Franklin, I like it slow.”

  Franklin pressed in, watching as Gianni’s body took him, bit by glorious bit, to the root. When his hips met Gianni’s ass, he paused, checked in. Gianni’s mouth was open and his eyes half lidded, the pleasure on his face undeniable.

  “Good?”

  “So good,” Gianni said, his voice breathy. He reached for Franklin, who lowered to tuck his arms under Gianni’s shoulders and hold him tight. When Gianni returned the embrace, he began to move.