Blood Sacraments

by Todd Gregory

  No matter how gruesome, even to him, Piotr kissed Andy. Passionately, sucking in the blood and tasting every bit of this youth whom he had grown to love in less than an hour.

  Then it hit him. The blood not only came into his mouth at his sucking, but flowed into it, pumped by Andy’s heart. He still lived! Faintly, and not for long, but he lived.

  Piotr sucked harder at the blood, pulling every ounce into his stomach until he felt the heart stop, just before it brought death to Andy. Piotr tore at his own wrist, spraying blood all over the ground before he smashed his arm over Andy’s mouth and let the blood flow into the weakened body.

  Slowly, taking so much time that Piotr feared he had waited too long, Andy sucked at the blood. His muscles tensed on their own finally, as Andy licked and drank and came back to life. Piotr watched as the blood healed Andy. His bones came back together, his face healed, and in minutes Piotr had in his arms the beautiful youth from the coffee shop.

  Andy glanced around, bewildered. He sat up, completely healed and now immortal. “Piotr?” he asked. Piotr nodded his head. “What happened? I don’t understand. Why do I feel this way?”

  “What way?” Piotr stalled for time. Of course he knew what Andy meant.

  “Strong. Wait!” Andy whipped his head around in fear. “Where are they? They’ll attack me again.”

  Piotr reached out, yanked Andy back to him, and clutched the young man tightly. “No, they’re gone. Dead. Not here.”

  Andy turned his head to Piotr, his eyes wide open. “What?”

  Piotr’s heart skipped several beats. He had but moments to explain everything to Andy or risk losing him forever. He could sense the panic rising in Andy, the fear taking over despite the fact he must now sense his immortal power.

  Piotr unleashed the entire tale on Andy in one breath, including his love and the attack that he had come upon. “I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t sit here with my power and watch you die. I should have asked your permission, or left it alone. This wasn’t mine alone to choose. I know that. I couldn’t, though.”

  “Couldn’t what?” Andy had relaxed as Piotr talked, leaning into his chest for support.

  “Watch you die.” The blood tears trickled down Piotr’s face again.

  Shocking Piotr, Andy reached up and swiped at the blood, taking a bit on his finger and licking it off. “So you saw my life, as I saw yours?”

  Piotr nodded slightly in answer. Then Andy reached up and pulled Piotr into a long and passionate kiss.

  The unexpected contact broke Piotr from his worry. The manuscript expressly forbade such a transformation. It dictated that bringing a lover over should take time and care. It warned that the council might get involved and punish those who defied it. But who? And how would they know? As Piotr kissed Andy back and held him so tightly that human bones would break, he cared nothing about these rules. He had had no choice. He only worried about Andy.

  The sound of approaching voices shocked Piotr back to reality. “I don’t know. Dispatch said the scream came from in here. Probably some damn ghost.” A policeman’s light flashed across the trees around them.

  “Come on.” Piotr took Andy’s backpack, then reached over and pulled him off the ground. Andy jumped up with little assistance. Piotr had already forgotten he was a vampire, too. He led them quickly through the cemetery and to his chosen crypt. With little effort, he moved the enormous slab of marble and hurried them inside. Piotr closed it quickly behind them.

  “Wicked.” Andy stood a few inches from Piotr and took in the atmosphere. “Do all vampires live with this luxury? Shit.”

  Piotr had forgotten how the crypt might appear to anyone else. He had taken the bodies and buried them underneath, then secretly gutted the old room, turning it into a small studio-type apartment for himself. Despite its small size, he had a twin bed, chair, and shelves of books in it. He’d also decorated the walls with artwork and heavy curtains, like a castle back home.

  “Actually, this is rather shabby compared to how other—” Piotr choked on the word, not knowing if Andy could yet handle the idea of being a vampire.

  “Vampires?” Andy tilted his head at Piotr, then broke into a huge grin.

  “You’re okay with it? This quickly? You realize you lost your mortal life?”

  “I lost it before you got there. Remember? I’d be dead, one way or another. Right?”

  “True.” Piotr nodded his head sadly. He felt sick for Andy.

  “Well, this sure beats the alternative.” Andy smiled again. “I mean, who wants to die, right? I suppose I just need to know what it means and all. Like, any rules I have to follow. Or, you know, other stuff.”

  “Other stuff?”

  Andy fidgeted with the tassel of a curtain. “Yeah, stuff like love and stuff. You know, stuff.”

  “Ah.” Piotr walked over and picked Andy up. He carried him to the bed and laid him gently on it. “Stuff like this?” Piotr leaned over and kissed Andy. “Stuff, like the fact that I love you? Already I love you, after one brief encounter?”

  Andy had closed his eyes but opened them and stared back at Piotr. “You do?” He smiled again, that giddy, kidlike grin that had enraptured Piotr from the beginning.

  “You know I do. You saw it in my blood when you drank it.”

  “Yeah. You don’t have to be lonely anymore, you know. Right? ’Cuz you drank my blood, too, right? It told you things?”

  Piotr remembered the visions from Andy’s blood. He had lingered on it for a moment at the time. After passing over Andy’s life, he saw the feeling of infatuation and longing that had enveloped Andy as he raced around the corner onto Mayfield. Right before the men jumped him and dragged him into the cemetery, Andy had dreamed about a ceremony, wedding the two of them. He had worried that it was but a fantasy that would never come true for him, but refused to stop it.

  “We can have the ceremony, if you still want.” Piotr climbed onto the bed next to Andy. “I’m not afraid, like you are, or at least were, about how fast this happened. It’s right. I know it.”

  “Me, too. I mean, I was scared until I knew you liked me, too. It just worried me, you know? Like, what if I was some punk kid in love with an older man who just wanted to fuck me for a while or something. But I know now. I know what you wanted, all along. So, like you’re here for me, I’m here for you. Cool?”

  Piotr laughed. Modern slang still made him giggle. “Cool.” He kissed Andy on the tip of his nose. “I have a lot to teach you about being a vampire. And you need to read that manuscript.” He pointed to it, sitting near the bed on a table. “I’m afraid we already violated a rule when I made you this quickly. We need to make sure to toe the line now.”

  “We’ll do. Just tell me what to do.” Andy traced his hand along Piotr’s arms. The passion welled within both of them.

  “About those fantasies. Do you care what order we fulfill them in?”

  “Huh?” Andy scrunched his brow together but smiled at Piotr, who had moved on top of his love.

  “Well, you had a wedding and then—” Piotr still had Old World sensibilities, making it difficult to simply blurt out personal things.

  “Consummation?” Andy leaned up and kissed Piotr on the cheek. “Sex? You mean, you want to fuck me?”

  Piotr felt his face blush red, which made Andy laugh, a deep, guttural laugh. When he stopped, he pulled Piotr into another kiss, then fumbled to take off his shirt. He sat up and yanked his own off, too.

  “Well, you want to? The order doesn’t matter to me.” Andy had grabbed Piotr by the pants and pulled him back over.

  “Want to what?” Piotr played the game, teasing Andy back now.

  “Fuck me. Please.”

  “No.” Andy’s grin fell, so Piotr leaned in for another kiss. “But I’ll make love to you, every night, forever.”

  Slowly, Piotr probed every inch of Andy’s mouth with his tongue, running it along his teeth and feeling the fangs that had descended in Andy’s excitement. Not wanting
to wait, Piotr yanked his pants off and released his passion, then literally ripped off Andy’s shorts.

  Piotr cupped Andy’s balls, then felt along the thin penis and fondled the tip, rubbing the pre-cum around in his finger. He brought it to his lips and tasted it. Andy scooted down the bed and licked Piotr’s chest before stopping at his penis. He sucked hungrily at it, nipping Piotr a couple of times with the tips of his fangs. The pain felt exquisite.

  Not wanting to climax, Piotr pulled himself out of Andy’s mouth and flipped him onto his stomach. He clutched onto Andy’s hairless ass with both hands and squeezed. Andy raised his hips in the air, begging for more. Piotr licked along Andy’s crack and drove his tongue into Andy’s ass. Andy pushed back, groaning with pleasure. He spat into Andy’s anus, then slid on top of his love.

  “Make love to me, please.” Andy turned his head sideways and licked Piotr’s cheek. Then Andy reached his arms behind him and pulled Piotr hard on top of himself, hanging on to Piotr’s ass tightly.

  Piotr slid in effortlessly. Andy gasped and writhed under Piotr, then strained his neck to pull Piotr into a kiss. Piotr went slowly at first, then moved more and more swiftly. Andy urged him to go faster and harder, until Piotr sensed that his penis had swollen beyond belief, to the point of nearly aching. Spasms convulsed his body and he shot inside Andy, who continued to pump underneath him.

  Piotr pulled out then, and flipped Andy over. He dove down and took all of Andy’s penis in his mouth. As two of his fingers dug back into Andy’s ass, he bobbed up and down until seconds later his lover’s cum hit the back of his throat and the salty taste covered his tongue.

  Sated, he lay next to Andy and kissed him softly on the cheek. They held each other in silence for several minutes.

  “So, when do we gotta go to bed? Is that what you call it?” Andy started playing with Piotr’s limp cock, making him hard again.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever given it a name before. We must sleep before the sun comes up. Actually, we’ll become so tired that we’ll just fall asleep.”

  “How long till then? I can’t tell in this coffin.”

  “A couple of hours or so.”

  “Cool.”

  “Why is that cool?”

  “Because you’re hard again. Can vampires recover that fast and go at it?”

  “Let me show you.” Piotr wrapped his lover in another warm embrace and kissed deeply.

  Out of Light and Into the Night

  Wayne Mansfield

  The battered old pickup truck rumbled along the dirt track sending a great plume of dust swirling into the night.

  “Are you okay to drive?” asked Daniel, resting a hand on his partner’s thigh.

  “Yeah, it’s just been a long night,” replied Karl, rubbing Daniel’s hand. “Did you have a good birthday?”

  Daniel smiled and looked at Karl’s silhouette against the moonlight.

  “I did,” he answered. “Best ever birthday party, thanks to you.”

  He leaned over and kissed Karl on the side of his face, the bristles tickling his lips.

  “I guess if you really wanted to thank me…”

  Karl took his hand off Daniel’s and undid the zipper on his jeans.

  “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” Daniel said.

  Karl snickered in the semi-darkness.

  “Nope,” he replied. “Feel this, then you’ll know I’m not joking.”

  Karl grabbed Daniel’s hand and pressed it against the erection that was jutting out of his open fly.

  “Well if I have to.” Daniel grinned.

  “You have to! You have to!”

  He leaned back and settled into the seat while Daniel undid his seat belt. Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he lifted a hand off the steering wheel to let Daniel get to his cock and when he felt Daniel grab it and guide it into his mouth, the sensitive flesh of his cock head brushing against his lover’s lips, he sighed a long, breathy sigh.

  “Nice and slow,” said Karl softly. “We’re nearly home but don’t stop till you’ve finished.”

  He placed a hand on Daniel’s head, pushing it gently down onto his cock. Even after a long day spent mending fences on the small farm they owned and a night of partying, he wasn’t too tired to enjoy a bit of oral. His balls had already begun to tighten. And why wouldn’t they? Daniel gave the best head jobs he’d ever had. “That mouth should come with a licence,” he’d say, only half jokingly.

  As he neared climax he was having trouble keeping the truck on the road. Twice he almost veered into the ditch as his body tensed in anticipation of ejaculation. But the near accidents didn’t seem to bother Daniel, who kept his hand and mouth steady on his rigid cock.

  “Oh yeah,” Karl moaned. “Suck that motherfucker and get ready to swallow.”

  Daniel picked up the pace, his full lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft with ease, sucking it hard as his hand worked the base.

  “Here it comes, Danny. Get ready!”

  Suddenly there was an almighty bang and the sound of screeching tyres as Karl slammed on the brakes. He lurched forwards, slamming Daniel’s head into the bottom of the steering wheel.

  “Aw shit!” Daniel cried out. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “We hit something,” said Karl. “Or something hit us.”

  Karl moved his arm so that Daniel could sit up, then reached up and turned the interior light on so Daniel could check himself in the rear vision mirror.

  “You okay?”

  “That fucking hurt,” said Daniel, rubbing the small bump that was growing on the side of his head.

  “Shh. Can you hear that?” he asked. “There it is. Listen!”

  “I’m trying to, if you’ll just shut up and let me.”

  Daniel cocked his head and looked at Karl. Both of them wore puzzled expressions on their faces.

  “It sounds like giant wings flapping,” said Karl, searching the sky through the windscreen.

  Then something heavy landed on the roof. Daniel gasped. Whatever it was took a step, denting the metal as its foot came down.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Karl, nearly flooding the engine in his hurry to get away.

  The vehicle skidded forwards, sending a dark shape spilling onto the tray at the back of the truck and bouncing over the edge.

  “What was that?” asked Daniel, scanning the road through the back window of the cabin.

  “How the hell should I know?” asked Karl as he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor. “Can you see anything? What was it?”

  Daniel wound the window down and leaned out.

  “I can’t see anything,” he yelled back. “There’s nothing there.”

  Karl spun the wheel and steered the truck into the driveway of their farm, and as he did Daniel disappeared out the window.

  “Daniel!” he yelled.

  He stopped the pickup and leapt out. Adrenaline flooded his veins, sending his heart racing. He raced around to the other side of the truck, tucking his flaccid cock back into his jeans as he went, but there was no trace of his lover. He heard the beating wings again, massive wings, and the sound of Daniel calling his name. He looked up and could just make out a large black shape flying away from him towards the full moon.

  “Daniel!” he yelled, cupping his mouth. “Daniel! I’ll find you, baby. I’ll find—”

  A great force hit him from behind, winding him, and as he struggled to get his breath back he was lifted off the ground. He looked down, watching the road and his truck grow smaller and smaller. For a moment he struggled to free himself, but the creature’s powerful arms were secure around his torso. With a bit of effort he managed to twist himself around and look upon the face of the creature that held him in its grip. The eyes were black and dead, its nose no more than two folds of skin in the centre of its face, and when the creature grinned at him its long fangs glistened in the moonlight. Vampire! There had been rumours and he had seen pictures. How could it be anything else? S
uddenly it became difficult to breathe. The smell of death and decay was strong in his nostrils. He could feel vomit biting at the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down. He had to be strong. For Daniel.

  His instinct for survival kicked in and once more he struggled to free himself, yet it was useless. The vampire’s arms were like metal bands around him. Even when he tried to swing his legs forwards, trying to work up enough momentum to give the creature a good kick, he failed. The vampire barely noticed his efforts and he’d exhausted himself to the point of giving up the fight.

  They soared over farmhouses and patches of forest, over a hamlet and a small river that he recognised as being the river that marked the boundary between counties. The wind was harsh against his face, making his eyes water and drying the back of his throat. He swallowed though the action brought him scant relief; there was no saliva to lubricate his mouth with.

  Finally they began to descend. Below them stood an imposing granite mansion which stood on the side of a large, lonely hill and was, for the most part, hidden amongst a grove of ancient oaks. He guessed that they had arrived at their destination.

  The breeze from the vampire’s wings rustled the leaves as they came in for a landing and Karl’s feet dragged along the treetops. Their landing was smooth but the minute the creature let go of him he balled his hands into fists and spun around, taking a swing at his kidnapper. But the vampire was too fast and too strong. As he slammed into the vampire’s hand, he jarred his arm and when the vampire’s hand closed around his fist he heard his knuckles crack. He cried out as spears of sharp pain shot up his arm.

  “Don’t be a fool,” said the vampire, his words coloured by a thick Eastern European accent. “I could crush your head now and suck out your brain.”

  “Do it,” said Karl defiantly, his eyes fixed on the black eyes of the vampire.