Blood Lovers

by Jophrael Avario

  With a blush, Tamir realised his hair was still up in the towel. He pulled the towel from his hair with his left hand, wincing as his shoulder-length wet hair slapped him in the face. Vidar reached up and tucked the hair behind Tamir's ears, and he shivered. He wasn't sure if it was a bad feeling or not, Vidar smoothing back his hair.

  Vidar gently lifted Tamir's injured right arm and, eyes locked with Tamir's, licked slowly up his arm. Both fascinated and shocked, Tamir watched as the man slowly, gently, kissed his way up Tamir's arm. Tamir shivered and fought the smile trying to surface on his face, fighting the urge to close his eyes in pleasure.

  "There. Your bleeding has stopped."

  Tamir looked away from the man's golden eyes and realised that the gel had spread over his arm again, preventing the blood from flowing. He tried not to shiver at the creepy feeling crawling up his spine. Vidar almost looked like he wanted to eat him.

  "Be careful not to wash it off again," Vidar said, smiling at him as he stood, leaning on Tamir's uninjured thigh in order to push himself up. "Unless you want me to reapply it, that is."

  Tamir shook his head, then stood as well. He realised his mistake a few seconds too late, when he found himself an inch from Vidar's face. The fair-haired man was the same height as Tamir, his golden eyes burning into Tamir's blue ones. Tamir hesitated, his knees weakening slightly as Vidar's breath blew gently across his lips.

  Vidar's hands rested on Tamir's hips, holding onto him gently. When Tamir didn't pull away, Vidar ran his cool, elegant hands up Tamir's pale chest, wrapping them around his neck. Vidar leaned in to kiss him again, and startled, Tamir jerked back, pulling them both onto the bed.

  Vidar surely had misinterpreted the move, because he straddled Tamir's waist, kissing him gently. Tamir rested his hands on Vidar's chest, his hands gripping the man's shirt tightly, and Vidar ran one hand through Tamir's wet black hair. Tamir smiled, ignoring the pain in his arm. Vidar smiled back, his thin fingers tucking hair behind Tamir's ear. The blue-eyed young man shook his head and tried to sit up, forcing Vidar off him.

  "Sorry." He blushed as Vidar climbed off him, standing up and looking down at Tamir. "I didn't mean to pull you down with me."

  Vidar smiled, and Tamir realised that, aside from being only a few years older than him, the man watching him closely was strangely beautiful. For one, his teeth were weird. His canines were pointed a bit, making his face look a little dangerous. It made him more attractive for some reason, which made Tamir shiver again.

  "Shh," Vidar said, resting his finger against Tamir's lips, then smiled more widely when Tamir's parted lightly. "Silly cica. Come. Time for dinner."

  Vidar grabbed Tamir's injured forearm, pulling him from the bed without making Tamir so much as gasp in pain. He led Tamir from the room and out into the hallway. Tamir followed him to the dining room, not noticing how the other man refused to let him go. Vidar's cool skin soothed his aching arm, and he found himself happy to be in the blond man's grip. And, he realised as he sat down, he was happy to be alive.

  ~ * ~

  The dining hall was intimidating. Tamir gazed around the room, his mouth hanging open, ignoring the splendid food in front of him.

  "You're not eating, Tamir," Vidar said in his soft, gentle voice. "Is something wrong?"

  Tamir shook his head, looking at his host. "No, I was just looking around—"

  Vidar smiled, placing down his glass of red wine. At least, Tamir assumed it to be wine, if a lot thicker than normal. "You are welcome to roam the house, Tamir. Consider it your personal playground. You can go anywhere you wish. In the gardens, too."

  Tamir smiled meekly, caught in the man's golden gaze. His thoughts slowly stopped as he watched him. He was thirty, maybe thirty-five, lean but deceptively strong, when he wanted to be. His eyes were particularly vivid, the gold darkening to amber the closer to the pupil it swirled...

  Vidar blinked, releasing Tamir from the trance. He shook himself slightly, then picked up his fork and looked to the food in front of him. But all he could focus on was his half-hard groin. He tried not to blush and instead tried to think about something other than the man across from him who, somehow, was turning him on.

  Vidar watched Tamir slowly eat, nodding to himself. Tamir occasionally glanced up at his host, blushed, and went back to focussing on his food. Eventually Tamir was too full to avoid eye contact with the distraction of eating. He sat back, wincing as his bare back touched the cast iron seat.

  Vidar smiled, putting his wine glass down again. He stood up to walk around the table to Tamir. Tamir hastened to stand as well, but Vidar was too quick. He rested his elegant hands on Tamir's shoulders, rubbing gently. Tamir closed his eyes, relaxing into the embrace. He was too relaxed to jump when Vidar kissed his neck, running his hands over Tamir's chest and hugging his shoulders. Tamir's eyes opened and he turned his head to look at the man, slightly puzzled.

  Vidar ran a hand up Tamir's neck, making the younger man shiver. Vidar held Tamir's jaw still and kissed him, gently parting his lips. Tamir gripped the arm around his neck, but not to pull it away. Tamir parted his lips as well, his tongue dancing with Vidar's. His eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened. Tamir's nails sank into Vidar's arm, clinging to the older man, his other arm behind Vidar's head to pull him closer.

  Vidar drew back first, then leaned in again to lick the blood from Tamir's lip; one of them had bitten it during their kiss, but Tamir didn't know who. He was vaguely pleased to find he didn't much care, either.

  Vidar stood up again, holding one of Tamir's hand on his own. "Come with me."

  Tamir stood, then realised that the bulge in the front of his pants was half-hard again. He blushed, but Vidar grinned, pulling Tamir along behind him. Tamir followed Vidar through the house, recognising a painting here or a vase there. He didn't know where he was being led, but he hoped a bed and sleep was involved.

  Soon, he was back in the room in which he'd woken up. Vidar shut the door after them, leaned against it and looking Tamir over. He licked his lips as he looked over the black-haired young man. He gestured Tamir closer, lifting his chin lightly, but Tamir didn't move.

  "I have to say something. I—I'm not—really all that good at—at intimate relationships—"

  Vidar stepped closer and rested a finger on Tamir's lips. He stood very close, their chests almost touching, and smiled, his golden eyes holding Tamir's attention as one arm wrapped around Tamir's waist.

  "It's okay," he said with his gentle, quiet voice, "If you say stop, I'll stop." He softly kissed Tamir, biting his bottom lip gently. Vidar smiled seductively at Tamir. "We'll do lots of fun things. But if you don't like it, all you have to say is... stop." Vidar bit his lip a little harder, still smiling.

  Despite himself, Tamir felt himself warming to the idea. He hadn't been with anyone since... well, since the streets, but maybe...

  Vidar's golden gaze paralysed him, preventing his thoughts. Vidar kissed him hard, wrapping his arms around Tamir's neck. He relaxed into the kiss, his protests and past experiences forgotten. Already, Vidar had done something good for him. Maybe he could do something good for Vidar.

  Tamir wrapped his arms around Vidar's waist, moaning as Vidar played with the hair on the back of his neck. Vidar chuckled, breaking the kiss, and moved his lips to Tamir's neck. As he kissed Tamir, Vidar undid his shirt, making Tamir gasp as his chest touched Vidar's cold skin.

  Vidar took advantage of Tamir's gasp and kissed him again, sucking gently on Tamir's bleeding lip. Tamir's hands moved from around Vidar's waist to grip his hips, pulling the golden-eyed man closer to his own body.

  Vidar pulled away, the pair of them panting. Tamir could feel Vidar's hard cock pressing into his leg, and blushed when he realised he was just as hard. He moved to step back, to back away from the situation, but Vidar's arms around his neck were tight, holding him close. Vidar's fingers started to play with the hair on the back of his neck again, and Tamir's eyes lulled closed.

  "That
feels so good," he moaned, unable to open his eyes, even if he wanted to.

  Vidar smiled at Tamir, his hand on the younger man's neck. Vidar kissed Tamir's shoulder, holding him closely, his thin fingers still playing with Tamir's hair. Tamir's knees went weak and he sank onto the bed.

  "Do you want me to stop, Tamir?" Vidar asked softly, nipping at Tamir's ear gently with his teeth.

  "Oh God no," Tamir answered, grabbing Vidar's hair and pulling him closer for another kiss.

  Vidar kneeled between Tamir's legs. Tamir panted again when Vidar pulled back, moving to kiss along Tamir's jaw, neck, shoulder.

  Tamir leaned back on his hands as Vidar teased his nipple with his tongue. He rubbed the bulge in the front of Tamir's pants, gently grazing Tamir's nipple with his teeth. Tamir's mouth went dry, and he relaxed, enjoying the feelings coursing through his veins

  Vidar moved to Tamir's other nipple, his thin, elegant fingers continuing to massage Tamir's abandoned nipple and aching erection. Tamir's arms weakened, not able to hold him up for much longer.

  Vidar undid Tamir's fly, kissing slowly down the pale young man's stomach. Tamir's arms gave up and he lay back on the bed as Vidar pulled Tamir's erection from the confines of his clothes. Vidar slowly ran his hand up and down Tamir's shaft, watching Tamir's face intently.

  "Do you want it, Tamir?" Vidar asked, whispering. "Do you want me?"

  Tamir moaned as Vidar licked slowly up his shaft, kissing the head. He grabbed Vidar's head, pulling him closer. "Please," he moaned, fisting his hand in Vidar's hair.

  Vidar smiled and took the head into his mouth, then slowly worked his way down the shaft, taking in half before he pulled back. He ran his tongue down the bottom of the shaft as he took the hard cock into his mouth again, a little faster than last time.

  Tamir moaned. "Please, faster..."

  Vidar obliged, sucking lightly as he took the shaft faster, resting one hand on Tamir's stomach to retain his balance, the other running up and down the part of Tamir's cock that he couldn't get into his mouth.

  Tamir's body tensed, and Vidar moved quicker, sucking harder. His nails sank into the slice on Tamir's thigh, sending pleasurable pain up Tamir's body. Tamir's jaw clenched and his body went rigid as he got closer to orgasm. Vidar moved faster, moaning in pleasure himself. Tamir swore and came, holding Vidar's head to his cock. He trembled, waiting for the orgasm's aftershocks to pass.

  Vidar sucked on Tamir's cock until he stopped trembling. Tamir lay on the bed, exposed, and lifted his head to look at Vidar when the other man straddled his hips, licking the pearly-white fluid from his lips.

  "That was amazing," Tamir murmured.

  "I can teach you many things, Tamir, both in bed and out of it." Vidar kissed his neck, his hand on the other side as he grazed the skin with his teeth. "If you're up to an 'intimate relationship', as you called it."

  Tamir closed his eyes in pleasure and turned his head away, allowing Vidar an unobstructed access to the skin of his neck. "Please, teach me your ways," he said with a hint of sarcasm, butterflies fluttering to life in his chest under Vidar's hands. "I'm sure there's not much you could teach me, Vidar," he said with a grin, looking the blond in the eye.

  "I’ll take that as a challenge, cica." Vidar knelt above Tamir and revealed his own hard-on, his hands on the sides of Tamir's neck.

  Tamir grinned and wrapped his hand around Vidar's cock, teasing the head with his thumb. Vidar closed his eyes, his hips moving slowly against Tamir's hand.

  Tamir watched the man using his hand to wank, and was surprised when Vidar leaned down to kiss him, his tongue forcefully invading Tamir's mouth. Tamir relaxed, wrapping an arm around Vidar's neck and matching his kiss with the same passion.

  Vidar's body had gained its pre-orgasm tension when someone knocked on the door. He lifted his head, glaring at the wall, but his hips didn't stop. Tamir took the opportunity to kiss the skin on the man's neck, gently running his tongue over the sensitive spots. Vidar's eyes fluttered closed, his breath hitching, and his hips moved faster.

  The knock came again, more insistent. Vidar snarled, a noise that shocked Tamir with its animalistic quality. "This had better be good!"

  Vidar managed to stop his hips, and Tamir could see the pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock. Tamir stared at it, even as Vidar stood up and turned away from him.

  "Sir, Constable Jefferson is here," Amanda's nervous voice came through the door.

  "Then give him a cup of tea, put him in the day room, and tell him I'll be down when I fucking feel like it!" Vidar fumed, tucking himself away and straightening his clothes.

  "Aye, sir." Amanda's footsteps betrayed her haste to leave.

  Tamir slid off the bed, kneeling beside Vidar. The blond turned to look at him, and Tamir, trance-like, took Vidar's cock into his mouth, sucking and rubbing, as he had done to Tamir. All thought of reserving himself was gone. He just knew he needed Vidar's orgasm almost as much as he needed his own.

  Vidar gazed down at Tamir, then smiled. Tamir sucked faster, holding one of Vidar's hips to keep his pace right. Vidar closed his eyes, resting both hands on the back of Tamir's head. He took up the rhythm of Tamir's sucking, pulling Tamir's head closer as he thrust, releasing the pressure as he eased. The pair quickly had a rhythm going, and Tamir could already taste the pre-cum coating his tongue and slicking Vidar's shaft.

  Vidar thrust faster, head back and moaning, and Tamir abandoned stimulating with his hand in favour of keeping his balance. Vidar thrust once—twice more, and the taste of his seed spread through Tamir's mouth, salty and tasting almost foul. Vidar slowed his thrusts, swearing under his breath as the orgasm's aftershocks made his legs weaken.

  Tamir looked up at Vidar, whose body was still trembling. He smiled down at the younger one, then used Tamir's hair to gently pull him to his feet.

  "Very good, cica." Vidar kissed him, licking his cum from Tamir's lips. "Not good at sex, my ass," he said with a grin.

  Tamir blushed. He couldn't think of anything but the contented feeling in his gut.

  "You're a good lover, Tamir," he said, whispering in the black-haired man's ear. "But don't worry. I can make you a sex god." He playfully slapped Tamir's bum and kissed him again. "Amanda will be just outside your door, should you want anything."

  Tamir sat on the edge of the bed as Vidar quickly finished putting his clothes in order and walked to the door. "If you say so."

  "But if you need anything else," Vidar said with a grin, running his hand down his chest and over his groin. "I'm just down the hall."

  Tamir nodded, trying not to smile as Vidar left the room, closing the door after himself. Tamir noticed within a few seconds of the door closing that the room seemed dimmer—darker—without Vidar there. Tamir shivered, rubbing his shoulders and arms. He spied his shirt on the floor nearby, and pulled it on, adjusting it so it sat straight on his shoulders. He did up his pants and flopped back on the bed, smiling to himself.

  Something in his stomach lurched, like an intensified version of missing a stair in the dark. Tamir lay there, waiting, but then he started to heave. He stumbled to the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet and throwing up. The feeling burnt in the back of his throat. He recognised the feeling.

  I don't even remember eating shellfish, he groaned to himself, swallowing to stop the bile burning his throat. Maybe it was in that braised halibut or whatever it was...

  "Mister Tamir?" Amanda called, sticking her head in the door.

  Amanda was suddenly behind Tamir, holding his hair away from his face. He jumped, half-turning to look at her, but his stomach heaved again and he turned back to the porcelain bowl.

  "Mister Tamir, what is it?"

  "Shellfish," he gasped during a break. "Bloody shellfish."

  Amanda offered him water to rinse out his mouth every couple of retches, pressing a damp towel to his forehead now and then. She must have had experience with allergic reactions, or maybe just drunken heavings, because she
was doing everything he could have done, were he able. His arms weren't strong enough to hold him up at the moment, let alone hold his hair back and keep his face cool.

  When he'd finished throwing up, she helped him to bed, tucking him in and leaving some water on his bedside table. Then she returned to stand outside the door in case he needed her, the door slightly ajar.

  ~ * ~

  Vidar strode into the day room, his mood soured by the man awaiting him. He had eventually achieved orgasm with is new little play thing, but Amanda had interrupted him when he was so close. She would pay for that later. The memory of his little black-haired pet on his knees before Vidar, his cock in his mouth, made Vidar smile, and his mood softened a little.

  "Master Gentson. Thank you for seeing me so late. I hope I wasn't interrupting something—"

  "You were interrupting a great many things, Constable, most of which cannot be resumed. I suggest we make this short." Vidar ignored the hand the man was holding out and sat down, glaring at him.

  "Very well." The policeman sat on the edge of his seat, his hat on his lap. "We have reason to believe that you are holding one Tamir Sadin in this house against his will."

  Vidar's stare turned into a glare. "Is this the same reasoning that has every missing person within fifty kilometres hidden inside my house, Constable? Because your sources have been oh, so right over the last ten years," he added sarcastically.

  "Tamir vanished in Liverpool," the constable said, wilting under Vidar's glare. "His blood was all over the Liver Building, along with your fingerprints. We have convincing evidence this time."

  "So you're assuming that I kidnapped him?" Vidar demanded, standing up. "I suggest you look again at your evidence, Jefferson, before accusing me again. Especially if you want to update this accusation to a murder. Remember how well that turned out for you last time?"

  Vidar stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. His hair fanned out slightly with his speed as he climbed the stairs to the hall of bedrooms.

  Amanda was standing outside Tamir's open door when he walked past. She looked strange. Worried.