Already, Dieter was close, so close. He grunted and closed his eyes, prepared for that lovely flying feeling, but it never came. Kyle’s hand stopped and his mouth departed.
Dieter opened his eyes, leaned up on his elbows and looked angrily down at him. What the hell?
“You can’t come until I tell you and I haven’t told you.”
“Gods,” Dieter groaned as he threw his head back and slumped down.
Kyle was evil. He was the wickedest man on the planet.
His mind changed when Kyle immediately returned to Dieter’s cock. He licked the head, teased the flesh just beneath the helmet and nibbled down the shaft. Just as Dieter was getting used to the pleasure Kyle was giving him, the human deep-throated him.
“Holy…gods…Kyle, please,” he begged. He was right there, standing on the precipice, ready to fall.
The human pulled up and released his length. “Fuck,” Dieter cursed in dismay, then swore as lights exploded, blinding his vision, and shocks rocked his body. Kyle took both nuts in his mouth and sucked hard. No one had ever done that for Dieter and the surprise and pleasure sent him right over the edge.
“I think I love you.” Dieter paused at the roughness of his voice. He sounded wrecked. He felt rejuvenated—like he’d spent eight hours sleeping away the brightest day. Pleasure always did that to his kind, but the energy he felt was almost intoxicating.
Dieter sat up. Kyle sat at the end of the bed and leaned forward. A bottle of lube sat between his splayed thighs, right below his hard bobbing cock.
Seductive smile on his mouth, Kyle moved his arm forward. His fingers glistened brightly from the lube. “How is this possible, huh?” he murmured in awe as he wrapped his lubricated hand around Dieter’s erection. The vampire jerked as though stung. He was still sensitive from his orgasm. Kyle palmed it from base to head. “This is one hell of a benefit from the government. You know you didn’t even go soft, not really, when you came?”
“Vampire,” Dieter corrected. He didn’t understand why Kyle was determined to stick to that ridiculous belief. Then again, it wasn’t like the man had any conflicting information. Dieter hadn’t handed over the filled-out survey.
“Of course. How could I forget?” His voice was airy with amusement. He leaned forward and kissed the head before covering Dieter’s length in protection. Then Kyle crawled up the bed until he was kneeling beside his hips and looked down at Dieter. “I’m going to ride you, Dieter. You can come after I do, but only after.”
Words wouldn’t come to him so Dieter simply nodded his head in agreement. He really liked this side of the computer analyst. Dieter loved being in charge, but he was really starting to see the benefit of allowing his lover some control.
Kyle sat astride him and reached behind to grip his covered cock. Dieter clutched the sheets to keep his hands away. He desperately wanted to grab Kyle. Instead, he focused on the gorgeous sight of Kyle, flushed red with arousal and hard, sitting on top of him. He made a beautiful picture. Then the human rose on his knees and placed the head of Dieter’s cock at his hole. He slowly lowered himself onto the vampire’s length.
Dieter sucked in a deep breath at the tight feel of Kyle’s body wrapped around him. As great as the human’s mouth and hands felt, nothing compared to his sheath. Hot and tight, Kyle’s channel was almost too much. Dieter knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to come. He’d found release not too long ago and his body was still revved up from it. He prayed Kyle felt half of what he was feeling, otherwise he was going to embarrass himself by coming too soon. The human was devastating his self-control.
“Oh, God. So good,” Kyle moaned when Dieter was fully seated inside him. Dieter gritted his teeth and fisted the sheets tighter. He would not blow his load too soon. He would not.
Then Kyle rose on his knees and slowly lowered his hips. Dieter’s eyes rolled in the back of his head from the tight grip and slow caress.
Kyle rode him with slowly, drawing out every rise and fall of his hips. Eyes heavy-lidded with desire, Dieter watched as Kyle’s breathing crept higher and higher and his flush deepened until finally he was breathless with need. Kyle’s breathing hitched once, twice then Dieter felt the glorious tightening of his sheath as his human came, bathing his stomach and chest with warm cum.
It was too much for Dieter. His heart skipped a beat and he was joining Kyle in release.
Skin moist with sweat, Kyle fell upon Dieter’s chest. “That was fun,” he murmured with a laugh before rolling off Dieter to lie beside the vampire.
“Yeah,” Dieter replied, almost automatically as he slipped off the condom, tied it off and threw it in the trash.
Sleep was just about to claim Dieter when Kyle rolled onto his back and poked him in the side. Dieter pretended he was already sleeping, but Kyle was so persistent, and his damn finger was so irritating, he couldn’t ignore him or it for long.
“What?” Dieter snapped in irritation before turning to glare at the adorable, annoying human beside him.
Kyle wasn’t offended by his tone. Dieter figured he had a steel spine. Greater beings had backed down at less. Kyle simply shook his head lightly and grinned at him. “Hate to be a nag, but do you think you’ll have my answers by tomorrow?”
Dieter lifted his head off his pillow and peered at Kyle through squinted eyes. “Answers?”
Kyle smirked smugly. “I am awesome. But seriously, the questionnaire, Dieter?”
Dieter smiled at his little human. Originally, he’d planned to present the sheet first thing in the evening, when the human returned from work. He sat up and reached for his laptop bag. Kyle almost bounced from his side of the bed to Dieter’s in his excitement.
With a flourish, Dieter pulled out the all-important piece of paper, and held it away from the bed. “So, I might have lied a little earlier.”
“Give me. Give me,” Kyle demanded as he made infantile grabby hands at the survey.
Chapter Five
Kyle clutched the sheets of paper tight. Excited and anxious, he could barely contain himself. “Finally,” he muttered as he climbed out of the bed. It was an awkward endeavor since he didn’t release the survey. Crawling out of a bed, especially one as high and soft as Dieter’s, was more than a little difficult.
Without a backward glance, he strode from the bedroom to the living room, flicking lights on as he went. When he reached the seating area, he simply stood in the middle of the room for several seconds. He wanted to lower his head and look at the questionnaire, read the answers provided, but he couldn’t.
He’d waited months for these answers and now that he had them, he wasn’t sure he wanted them. What if they weren’t the answers he was looking for? Didn’t point him in the direction he wanted to go? Disproved the hypothesis he’d spent months trying to prove?
“You know you’re naked, right?”
“Huh?” He turned slightly to look at Dieter. The tall European was standing in the area that separated the living room from the kitchen. Hunter-green lounge pants hung low on his slim hips. Kyle’s gaze automatically trailed the line of coarse hair from his belly to the top of his bottoms.
“Kyle?” Silver eyes captured his.
“Sorry. What?”
The right corner of Dieter’s mouth lifted. “You’re naked, sweetheart. I don’t mind the view, but…”
“Oh…I…well…” Kyle sputtered, and looked down. Sure enough he wasn’t wearing anything. “Be right back,” he murmured. Lightly, he placed the papers down and marched out of the room with as much dignity as possible. Once he reached the bedroom, he quickly closed the door behind him and ran over to his jeans. He fairly jumped into his pants, he dressed so quickly. Once clothed, he took a seat on the bed, took a deep breath, stood and walked back out.
He didn’t head straight for the questionnaire. Instead he went over to Dieter’s kitchen and asked, “I know it’s late, but can I get a mocha?”
Dieter padded over to him. “You’ll be up all night. What about wor
k tomorrow?”
Kyle snorted. “Like I’m going to be able to sleep now. I’ve got answers, man. Answers,” he exclaimed. Usually Kyle passed out halfway through the night and that was just enough sleep to get him through the day. “Don’t worry about work. I’ll be fine. Will Starbucks it out. I really should take my ass home, but…” He trailed off and glared at Dieter. “Someone convinced me to stay the night.”
Dieter dipped his head and pressed a quick kiss to Kyle’s lips. Wide grin on his mouth, he pulled back. “You‘ll probably crash tomorrow night, right after work,” he warned over his shoulder before turning to the espresso machine. “Want a plain mocha or flavored?”
“True,” Kyle replied. If he could, he kept his word, but he really stayed because he wanted the chance to question Dieter if he didn’t understand his answers or if the replies brought up more questions.
“Kyle?”
He focused on the European. “Flavored. Oh, can you make a peppermint or pumpkin one? Do you have syrup for that?”
Sometime later, Kyle was sitting in one of Dieter’s lushly padded living room chairs, sipping his peppermint mocha and reading through the answers the German had provided. Dieter was lying belly down on the sofa and flipping through the channels. He didn’t stay on any network for more than a few seconds. The act would have distracted Kyle under normal circumstances, but the television was on silent.
Just as Kyle finished reading through the questionnaire for the second time, Dieter turned the television off and lightly threw the remote onto the coffee table. “One thousand channels and they’re all playing Christmas movies or reality shows,” he muttered in disgust.
“Great! That means you’re free to answer my questions?”
Dieter turned his head to look at Kyle. “Thought I did that already,” he replied before his gaze dropped purposely to the sheets in Kyle’s hands.
Kyle laughed. “Left myself open for that one, right? But seriously, uh, can I—”
“Just ask, sweetheart. Not going to bite, unless you like that sort of thing.”
Right. Kyle nodded once and glanced at the paper. “How far can you jump?” he read off the sheet.
Dieter’s face twisted up in confusion. “Could have sworn I answered them all.”
“You did. It’s just…can you really jump fifty feet?”
“Yes.” Dieter sat up and stretched his long legs out on top of the coffee table. “I can reach that height if I have the proper momentum. Have to run a bit to gain the right amount of power, but yes, I can jump as high as fifty feet.”
“Wow! I thought—you know I saw you jump on top of a building. That’s kind of what started my obsession. It was a two-story brownstone in Manhattan. I knew you were different, but I didn’t have any proof until then.”
Dieter blinked at him in shock and leaned forward. “That’s a little…surprising. I’m normally more careful about being seen doing unusual things, and I rarely do that anymore.”
Kyle chuckled. “Roof-jumping a normal thing for super-soldiers?”
Dieter rolled his eyes. “I know you’ve read through all my answers so why do you still think I’m a super-soldier?”
Shaking his head, Kyle snorted. “I get you’re not a soldier, but you can’t exactly expect me to believe you’re a vampire. They don’t exist. Like mermaids, the Loch Ness monster and Bigfoot.” He took a sip of his mocha. “You’re a superhuman, not a supernatural. I get it. You don’t want to spill those particular beans, but give me time. I’ll figure out what agency or company gave you your abilities. Until then, what did you mean about not doing it anymore?”
Dieter didn’t say anything for several moments. Silence dragged between them long enough for Kyle to regret each and every word he’d spoken about not believing Dieter’s vampire claims, but it was hard not to voice what he was thinking. Vampires were mythical beings that survived on blood. He’d seen Dieter eat food, sleep and even break a gorgeous sweat during some spectacularly awesome sex. He was stronger and faster than a normal man, but Dieter was still human.
Dieter shook his head twice before lounging back. “I used to travel cities by rooftop when I was a child. It’s not really smart nowadays with all the cameras and security, but sometimes I get nostalgic. Just want to see a city the way I used to, the way my great-grandfather taught me to travel.”
Kyle smiled softly at the thought of a young Dieter with an elderly man who looked like Dieter, carrying Dieter on his back, and jumping from one roof to another. One thing occurred to him at the image. “Your grandfather could jump as high as you could—I mean, can?”
“Yes, though I suspect he could jump higher. My great-grandfather,” Dieter corrected, “was an incredibly strong person. Even in his old age he could do things my father, let alone his son, couldn’t. The clan was sad to see him go.”
So, Dieter’s strength was inherited. He wondered how long ago the program that altered his great-grandfather’s genes had been around. He made notes to investigate a few companies and agencies farther back and added a few words about Dieter’s family history.
“You have a heightened healing ability, right? What does that actually entail?”
“I’m not sure how to answer that question, but I suppose I can show you.” Dieter stood and walked over to the kitchen. Lights off, he rummaged in the room for a few seconds before returning with a chef’s knife. The blade was sharp, glinting in the fluorescent light, and at least six inches long. He stood a few feet away from Kyle and asked, “Do you get sick at the sight of blood?”
Stomach jumping, Kyle shook his head. He already had an idea of what Dieter was going to do and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Relax,” Dieter said gently, before placing the blade against his skin in the middle of his left forearm. He pressed the knife to his flesh and a bright red line of blood welled up as the skin split. He went back to his seat and gingerly lowered the blade to the coffee table.
“Uh…”
“Despite how it looks, it’s a shallow cut. It should heal in a minute. I won’t even have a scar. We can continue on to the next question on your list,” he said conversationally as though he hadn’t just taken a big-ass knife to his arm and wasn’t bleeding. Though Kyle took another second look and saw that Dieter wasn’t actually bleeding as profusely as he would have expected.
Heightened healing ability? Check.
“Okay, so you answered yes to being able to carry more than the average human.”
“That is true.”
“But, just how strong are you? Can you bench-press like five hundred pounds, a thousand…two…just how much can you carry?”
“I’ve never really investigated that, but I know my kind have denser bones and muscles so we’re capable of holding more.”
“So, you guys don’t use weights to exercise?”
Dieter shrugged. “I can only speak of my experience and I stopped bothering when I was a teen and could easily carry three hundred pounds without breaking a sweat. I got into mixed martial arts then for recreational and training purposes.”
“Oh.” Kyle was a grown-ass man and he still couldn’t bench three hundred pounds, well, more than once. That was so emasculating and such a turn on. “What’s the heaviest thing you’ve carried?”
“Can’t really judge that, but…” Dieter trailed off and blushed, honest-to-God turned red in the cheeks. “When I was younger I got into an argument with one of my cousins and threw a car at him.”
Eyes wide, Kyle gasped, “Shit.” Then something occurred to him. “How big was the car? Was it one of those tiny European clown cars? The ones that can only carry two people?”
“Uh, no. It was a truck.”
Wow. Just wow. “Was it a one-handed throw? Because that would be awesome.”
Slowly, Dieter nodded.
“I’m officially jealous.”
Dieter chuckled. He lifted his arm and it took Kyle a moment to realize why he was holding up that particular limb. The cut was gone. “Li
ttle wounds can heal in minutes and wounds that would be mortal to a human can heal in hours or days in the worst case,” Dieter clarified.
“Definitely jealous,” Kyle murmured. Dieter’s skin was blemish-free. There wasn’t even any redness there to prove he’d been cut. Some guys really did have all the luck. Bastard probably didn’t even have to go through the same puberty as everyone else. Kyle eyed Dieter and wondered if he’d experienced the horrors of teenage acne.
“Kyle?” Dieter called lightly and there was just enough insistence in his tone to tell Kyle this wasn’t the first time Dieter had called his name.
“Yeah,” Kyle replied before returning his attention back to the questionnaire.
Hours later, he had many answers and several pages of handwritten notes. When his fingers started cramping from the writing, he pulled out his phone and added the information there. Despite all the mochas Kyle drank, he’d talked himself into exhaustion. At some point during the night or early morning, he’d drifted off.
Kyle woke when Dieter slipped his arms under Kyle’s legs and lifted him against his chest. For a moment Kyle thought about protesting Dieter carrying him then Kyle remembered Dieter’s reply to the heaviest item question. A guy who could throw a truck with one hand could carry Kyle to bed. Plus, he was really comfortable.
* * * *
“Are you well?”
Kyle nodded his head unsteadily, unable to voice just how shitty he was feeling. Dieter’s mouth twitched. It wasn’t quite a frown, but it was close. Dismayed that his emotional state was affecting the superhuman, Kyle closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the sofa. He just wanted this day to end, for sleep to come so he could wake up and forget it all happened.
Part of him was wondering what he was doing there in Dieter’s apartment. He had his answers. He didn’t need to barter his body for them anymore. Yet his chest ached at the thought of not coming over anymore.
“Are you physically unwell?” Dieter asked.
He shook his head again.
“Ah,” Dieter murmured in understanding. “Would you like to talk about it?” he ventured after several quiet moments.
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