A Vampire for Christmas

by Tuesday Morrigan

  Right. Well, what did a man say to that, but… “Okay.”

  Fuck! That was hot. Still holding his gaze, Kyle reached for the condoms a few feet away from his ear and snagged them and the lube.

  “I’m not sure I can handle your hands on me right now,” Dieter admitted before snatching the prophylactics and lubes from Kyle and rolling over to the other side of the bed. He placed the condoms to the side, several feet away from them. Kyle eyed them warily. He didn’t like where this was going. Dieter needed to put the damn thing on as soon as possible and get to the fucking, because he knew he couldn’t take it much longer. He was a hair trigger away from coming and he wanted Dieter inside him when that happened.

  He parted his lips to tear into the superhuman, but Dieter had coated his fingers and pressed one blunt digit against his hole. He jerked hard. “Son of a…” He trailed off in a breathy gasp when Dieter pressed his finger inside.

  The burn was sweet. Dieter didn’t stop until the digit was fully sheathed inside him. Kyle released a little sigh. He missed this. The feeling of being invaded, of having another inside him, even if it was just a finger. There was pleasure to be found in knowing one was not alone. It was something that no toy, not matter how great, could provide.

  Kyle gripped the sheets and rocked his hips trying desperately to make Dieter slide deeper inside him. The blasted super-soldier held his hip, preventing him from moving. “Move. Please, move your finger. Finger me,” Kyle begged.

  “Goddess, you are so hot,” Dieter groaned as he leaned up to kiss his whimpering mouth. He slowly withdrew his finger only to thrust it back in. Hard.

  Kyle sank under the weight of the taller man’s kiss as Dieter dominated his mouth with his talented tongue and sharp teeth. Kyle gasped. Dieter plunged his finger in and out of his hole several times as he kissed him deeply. It was good, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

  “I… I…” His body was on fire and his mind was clouded with desire. Words seemed incredibly difficult, taxing in a way he couldn’t grasp. He wanted more, but he couldn’t seem to get the demand out.

  “I know, baby. I know,” Dieter answered and removed his finger. Kyle whined in dismay. That was the total opposite of what he wanted, but then Dieter’s hand was returning to his bottom and this time he slid two fingers into his channel. It burned a little. Dieter’s two fingers were more than he’d had in some time. It was expected. Just how good the slight pain felt surprised him.

  He was going to have to explore that later. Much later. Right now, Dieter’s talented fingers were his only focus.

  “Yes,” he moaned and tried to roll his hips. After a moment, Dieter released his right hip and allowed him to thrust down to meet his plunging fingers.

  “Another. Give me another fucking finger,” Kyle snarled. He was so close to coming. He could feel an orgasm hovering right at the edge and he was determined to grasp it and clutch it close to his chest.

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” Dieter chuckled.

  Kyle growled and grabbed the back of Dieter’s neck. He didn’t care what the German called him as long as Dieter gave him what he wanted. He needed to come.

  Dieter withdrew his fingers and returned a moment later with three. “Yeah, that’s it,” Kyle moaned as he rocked his hips down to meet Dieter’s hand. He closed his eyes and basked in the feeling. His body was hot, almost too hot. He was sweating a lot, his muscles burned and his chest and gut felt too tight. He’d never felt better.

  “Close?” Dieter asked as he finger-fucked Kyle’s ass. Mouth open, breath heavy, Kyle nodded his head. Dieter’s fingers were brushing up against and across his prostate every time he thrust them in. Perfection. It was absolute perfection.

  “Tell me,” Dieter demanded.

  Oh, God. Yes. So close. The words echoed in his mind as he got closer and closer to coming and suddenly the orgasm that was so close he could taste it, was flittering away. Dieter had stopped moving his hand.

  “I said, tell me,” Dieter growled and thrust his fingers into Kyle’s channel. Kyle shuddered and gasped as Dieter’s fingers hit his prostate hard and knocked what little breath he had from his lungs.

  “I’m close. Please. Oh, God. I was so close. Please. Please. Please,” he begged.

  Dieter rubbed all three fingers against his prostate. It was enough. Kyle tilted his head back and opened his mouth as lights exploded behind his closed eyes and every muscle in his body tightened in pleasure. Ropes of cum spurted from his cock as his body jerked and shook with his release.

  “Fuck! So tight. Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”

  He wasn’t sure how long he spent coming, but it felt like forever. He’d never come so hard or for so long in his life.

  This man was a God. The German government had done a good service to all gay men everywhere when they had supped Dieter up.

  “Sorry, but I don’t believe this will take long.”

  Kyle slowly lifted his heavy eyelids and watched as Dieter ripped open a packet and quickly sheathed himself. He held Kyle’s gaze and placed the head of his cock against his hole. Kyle nodded once in acknowledgment. Dieter claimed his mouth as his cock took Kyle’s ass. Kyle groaned as he was speared by Dieter’s tongue and dick.

  Dieter broke off the kiss and growled, “Fuck! I can’t. Can’t.” His face was tight with tension. Kyle’s belly clenched with pleasure when he realized Dieter was trying so hard to keep from coming. He wrapped one arm around Dieter’s neck and the other around his waist. He pulled the German close and he rocked his hips up. “Give it to me. I want it.” And it was true. He wanted to see Dieter come now. As hard as Kyle had come.

  Dieter shuddered hard and it was like something snapped inside of him. Kyle watched as a dark and seductive aura overcame the German. He had a moment to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew, then Dieter was fucking him with hard, sure strokes that stole his breath every time Dieter bottomed out inside of him.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  Kyle didn’t realize until he’d repeated the curse half a dozen times that the word was coming out of his mouth. His hands were pressed against the bedhead and that was the only thing keeping him from falling unconscious. Dieter was fucking him so hard his head would have hit the headboard. The wood was slamming hard against the wall providing loud background music to their intense session.

  Dieter’s neighbors are going to kill me, was his last thought before he was coming again. Belatedly, he heard Dieter joining him in release.

  Sometime later, he opened his eyes when he realized something.

  Dieter was hard again.

  Kyle wiggled his hips experimentally, and yes, there was a long, hard erection in his backside. He was breathless from the promise of Dieter’s renewed arousal.

  Dieter rolled them over until Kyle was on top. Kyle pressed his torso to Dieter’s firm chest. One of his hands cupped Kyle’s right butt cheek, right where his thigh met his backside, while the other hand drew circles along the sensitive skin of his ass. Dieter was still sheathed within him. “Is this one of your skills?” Kyle asked.

  Dieter’s hand stilled.

  “Skills?” Dieter asked, voice light with amusement.

  Kyle lifted his head and laughed. Then he blushed when he realized it was more a giggle than anything. He blamed it on the high from a damned good orgasm. Two orgasms, he corrected.

  He tightened his channel around Dieter. The taller brunet sucked in a deep breath and started coughing. Apparently, even superhumans sputtered. “I don’t mean the great sex, but this. You’re hard again. It hasn’t even been five minutes,” Kyle clarified.

  Dieter’s eyes widened for a moment before he shook his head lightly. “Of course I am. I’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to be.” He leaned up until their lips were almost touching. Kyle’s heartbeat picked up as he stared into molten silver eyes. Dieter broke off their gaze and his eyes searched Kyle’s face. Kyle barely kept back the flush that threatened to dark
en his features at the heavy weight of that gorgeous gaze.

  “You’re fucking hot as hell,” Dieter finished.

  Kyle couldn’t hold back the blush. That had to be the sweetest and most arousing thing anyone had ever said to him. Kyle lunged forward to close the gap between them. His lips needed Dieter’s. He couldn’t go another second without the super-soldier’s kiss.

  Dieter pressed the tip of his finger right where they were joined. Kyle broke off the kiss to release a deep gasp. “What the…” He sat up and back then groaned when the new position forced Dieter deeper inside him. “Oh, that’s good,” he moaned.

  “Ready for round two?” Dieter asked. His warm hand wrapped around Kyle’s returning erection.

  “Oh, yeah. Hell, yeah,” Kyle answered as he lifted his thighs.

  Higher stamina was definitely one of the government’s best ideas.

  Chapter Four

  Dieter flicked on the lights, closed the apartment door behind him and locked it before pulling off his coat. Hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Kyle rocked on his heels. Kyle’s body was fairly vibrating with excitement or nerves. Dieter didn’t know the human well enough to tell the difference. Dieter went to the hidden closet and quickly hung up his coat before turning back to Kyle.

  “What did you think?”

  Dieter didn’t answer Kyle’s question immediately. Instead, he focused on the body before him. He slid his palms up Kyle’s torso and across his shoulders, pushing the human’s leather jacket off his gorgeous lithe frame as he went. Kyle released a shaky breath when his coat slipped off him.

  Though it took monumental control, Dieter kept the small smile off his mouth. It was nice to know Dieter affected Kyle as badly as the smaller male affected him. Especially since the young human had the ability to utterly destroy his control.

  Amazing really just how badly Kyle affected him after only a weekend together.

  Leather folded over one arm, Dieter stepped back. Kyle leaned forward as though he was going to follow him. Heavy lidded, his warm brown gaze landed on Dieter’s. He blinked once, then his eyes widened. Realization settled and his gaze darkened. Dieter was disappointed to see his inner fire banked.

  Kyle snapped back and straightened his spine. Dieter mentally sighed. He loved how open Kyle’s face was. He could easily tell when the human was happy or aroused. Unfortunately, that ability made it just as easy for him to see when Kyle was holding back.

  He’d been doing that all night.

  “I thought it was amusing,” Dieter answered as he strode over to his coat closet. He hung up Kyle’s jacket before taking off his own and doing the same to his long coat.

  “Really?” Kyle asked, his voice airy with anticipation, excitement and interest.

  Dieter turned swiftly. He knew that tone. It was Kyle’s researcher voice. He kept waiting for the moment when Kyle would pull out a notebook and start detailing his observations. Then again, considering how techie Kyle was, the human would probably just type any and all notes into his smartphone.

  He could wait until you fall asleep. Dieter did have the unfortunate habit, like most of his kind, of sleeping like the dead, especially after a vigorous workout, and sex with Kyle was always a full-body sport.

  Dieter shouldn’t have been surprised. Really, he shouldn’t. Kyle had been determined to take him to the movies and at first he’d thought the human actually wanted his company. He was disabused of that notion less than five minutes after the film started rolling. The movie was about a war between vampires and humans—the battling humans just happened to be led by one super-soldier the government had created.

  No doubt Kyle wanted his view of the film as either a super-soldier, if he was still holding onto that view, or as a vampire, if he believed Dieter.

  Nice. Dieter had to hand it to the human. Kyle was a like a pit bull, and refused to let the topic go for even a moment. Though the human had agreed to give him a few days to answer the five-page questionnaire, Kyle still found ways to ask Dieter about his abilities. Tonight’s film was one such method.

  “Dieter?”

  He slid the hidden door to his coat closet closed and turned to face Kyle. “Yes?” His tone had just the slightest bite.

  Kyle either didn’t hear the warning or ignored it. “Amusing. That’s all you’re going to say?”

  “For the moment, yes.” He pushed away from the wall and strode to his kitchen. “I have Indian. Will that do?” He said the words over his shoulder as he moved away from Kyle.

  “Yeah. Sure,” Kyle replied. Then Dieter heard Kyle’s steady footsteps as he followed him into the kitchen. Though his ears were trained on the human, Dieter kept his gaze on his actions. He focused on pulling out the food he’d ordered from a Manhattan restaurant when he’d first woken in the evening and placing it in the oven to warm. When he snapped the oven closed and stepped back from the appliance, his back pressed against Kyle’s front.

  Kyle wrapped his arms around his waist. “What did I say or do wrong?”

  “Nothing.” That was part of the source of Dieter’s irritation. Kyle’s questions and insistence were to be expected. They’d entered into this agreement because Kyle wanted to prove the government was experimenting on its soldiers. Dieter wanted easy and constant access to that sweet, slim body.

  It was nothing more.

  It should have been nothing more, yet he was getting angry. He took a deep breath and pushed aside the emotion before turning in Kyle’s embrace. He looked down at the human and gave him a smile. Kyle sent him an answering one that lit up his handsome face. “I hope you’re hungry. I ordered a lot.”

  Kyle licked his lips. Gaze darkened with desire, he replied, “Oh, yeah. I’m starving.”

  They weren’t talking about food. Instantly, the annoyance and anger Dieter felt weren’t just pushed aside, they were gone. There was no way he could feel anything remotely negative when Kyle looked at him that way. He dipped his head and kissed Kyle.

  They made out for a long time. Only the oven timer going off stopped them. Dieter released Kyle’s pliant mouth and looked down at the man. The shorter male’s eyes were still closed and his cheeks were flushed bright red with arousal. He looked delicious. The need for nourishment and the oven’s insistent beeping were all that was keeping Dieter from devouring the sweet human in front of him.

  Before Kyle, Dieter had never understood the appeal of human lovers, but there was no denying the attractiveness of Kyle’s flushed skin, his heightened heartbeat and the rush of his blood. He could hear the life-giving liquid moving though Kyle’s veins, pumping through his heart.

  His incisors itched with the need to descend.

  Hurriedly, Dieter moved away from Kyle and turned the oven off.

  His incisors still itched.

  However, Dieter didn’t hunger for blood, not in a physical sense. He’d drunk liters of vitamin-packed O+ blood when he first woke. No, he wanted Kyle’s blood, but the need was from somewhere deeper. It was an emotional, almost spiritual desire.

  He didn’t understand the desire, but he’d heard whispers of it before. He couldn’t remember where or why. It seemed Kyle wasn’t the only one with a topic to be researched.

  The two men worked together to set the table and dish the food before sitting down at the table to dine. They talked about the movie as they ate. It quickly became clear to Dieter that Kyle wasn’t happy with his comments. Dieter had expected as much since he was giving a review on the plot rather than analyzing or critiquing the abilities of the vampires and super-soldier and how they compared to his capabilities.

  Swirling his wine in his goblet, Dieter grinned wickedly at Kyle. The human was gripping his silverware so tightly his knuckles were white. “Why don’t you just ask me directly what you want to know?” he questioned.

  Kyle huffed. “You really know how to take all the fun out of this, you know?”

  Dieter laughed and lifted his glass. “I beg to differ. Your reactions were quite amusing to
me,” he replied before sipping his wine.

  Kyle shot him a sour glare and sniffed. “Point in your favor,” he retorted curtly and lowered his fork. “So, how exactly do your abilities compare to theirs?”

  Dieter opened his mouth to answer Kyle when a ring cut him off. The look on Kyle’s face when he lifted a finger in the universal sign for ‘a moment’ was so funny, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

  “Evening,” he answered.

  “Where the hell are you?”

  Dieter’s eyes closed as he begged the gods for patience. He would know that gruff, irritated voice anywhere. “Evening, Uncle Konstantin.”

  Konstantin Jovovich huffed. “I asked where the hell you are? I hope you’re on your way here. I refuse to go through this hell alone.”

  Dieter rolled his eyes and placed the phone on his shoulder and against his ear. He pushed his chair back and gathered his empty plate. Across the table, Kyle copied his actions.

  “Forgive me, Uncle, but where am I supposed to be heading?” He walked to the kitchen and deposited his dishes in the sink before opening the dishwasher.

  Konstantin released a hearty curse in Old English. Dieter raised an eyebrow in appreciation and horror. Really, elders shouldn’t speak that way, especially in a dead, revered language.

  Konstantin rattled off an address downtown. “You would know this if you checked your emails,” he bit out. Dieter could clearly hear his uncle’s teeth grinding against one another in anger. He winced. Apparently, his uncle was having either a very, very bad day or a pretty shit week.

  Konstantin wasn’t a naturally happy person. He was stoic by nature, but he rarely got angry.

  “Uncle Konstantin, I promise you, I’ve been checking my emails. I would never overlook anything sent from you. Private or business.”

  There was a heavy absence of sound for several moments. Dieter’s heart picked up its pace with every second the quiet dragged on. Finally, Konstantin responded by swearing in Greek, Ancient Greek, which wasn’t all that impressive considering Konstantin was his great-uncle by several degrees. There were rumors that he’d actually been around when the language was in use.