Dark Temptations

by Eric Alan Williams

  Jason having a less refined approach, rambled off. "I would like three whole racks of pork ribs, well done, with honey barbecue sauce, an order of grilled shrimp, a side of mac and cheese, and one of your cloned ribeye’s, medium-rare."

  Brian looked at Xairin. "And you, sir?"

  Xairin looked at the menu. "Can you tell me about the Sanguine Delight?"

  Brian nodded. "It is a synthetic blood product; it keeps warm pretty easily and comes with 5% epinephrine added. Most of our vampires say it tastes like a mix between human B- and Pigs A+."

  "Comes in a liter, right?" Xairin asked.

  Brian nodded, "and a table-side warmer to keep it at a perfect 98.6 degrees."

  "I guess I will try that," Xairin said.

  "How's the blood fondu?"

  Xairin looked up at the waiter's warm smile. "I like it. Thank you."

  Jason was too busy devouring chicken wings, bones, and all.

  The waiter walked off. "You know, I am pretty sure there is a white-water rafting company that runs year-round near Destiny park. It's a national park just south of Bastion City."

  Jason continued eating the chicken wings. "Sounds great." He said while having a mouth full of food.

  Xairin's eyes started to wander off. Xairin noticed a man bussing tables. He moved quickly, very quickly. Almost inhumane, but he didn't smell like an Aeon Strain carrier. Xairin's eyes widened. "A Nimble." He thought. "Man, if I can get him alone, this is a perfect chance to add more speed to my attacks. God, I hope he goes to the bathroom, and I could pull this off."

  Xairin's eyes focused. Jason wasn't paying much attention by the time he started wolfing down the onion rings. "Man, I'm starving."

  Xairin's gaze became more attentive. "Me too. Starving."

  Xairin finished the blood fondu. "That was pretty good." His eyes kept the focus on the man cleaning tables. He was hoping to watch him head into a bathroom. Eventually, he saw the man heading towards one. Xairin chugged his glass of water. "Hey, I need to use the bathroom, when the waiter gets back, can you ask him to refill my water?"

  Jason nodded. "Sure."

  Xairin got up and began walking towards the bathroom. The man was close, looking like he was going to head in. He did. Xairin looked around and smiled, right as his eyes went red.

  Inside, the man was at a urinal, Xairin took the urinal beside him. He listened to the room's surroundings. He heard a toilet flush and a plump older man exit. The employee was finishing. Xairin could hear the stream slowing.

  "You want to go into the stall." Xairin thought, as his body vibrated. He looked over the divider and thought it again. "You need to use the stall." The man looked over at Xairin. His higher metabolic rate gave him some resistance. Xairin had to step it up. His eyes glowed, the veins in his eyes, his eyelids, and the skin around them lit up. "You want to go into the stall." He thought again. This time causing the nimble to tremble. "Are you a Nimble?" Xairin asked while willing the man to speak the truth. The man nodded. Xairin smiled. Xairin's will power enhanced until the man looked stunned. "Hurry up!" He thought, Willing the man to do as Xairin's telepathic control forced him.

  The young man, dressed in a short black button-up, and black jeans, went into the stall. Xairin followed behind him and bolted the door. The man was stunned. His body was trembling, but trembling fast, like his body was standing on a vibrating board. His nimble genes were trying to fight off the mind control. Xairin's eyes just glowed brighter. "Hold still!" He thought. The man stood there like a stiff board.

  This was it; this was Xairin's chance. He didn't need another thrall. After what happened last time, he wanted the blood, the blood alone would help keep him from having to feed if he took the ability straight from the vein. Xairin opened his mouth, his fangs elongated from his canines, his lateral incisors, and even the bottoms. He reached and pulled the man forward. He pulled his shirt to the side and bit into the man's shoulder. The man started moaning from the saliva's euphoric effects.

  The nimble's blood rushed down Xairin's throat. His cells began ripping the man's blood apart, taking the DNA, and adding it to his thirty-second pair of chromosomes. He drank deeply, holding the man firmly, putting one hand over his moaning mouth, and the other pressing against the wall as his body pinned the man to the concrete wall just to the left of the toilet. Every cell in Xairin's body began to change. He didn't evolve or did it set up for evolution into a new caste, but instead, evolved, having both sensitive, brute, and nimble genes, becoming enhanced by his vampiric biology. Having the blood helped keep him from going into blood fever, though there was burning going on as the change occurred. The man slid down to the ground. Xairin stood there looking up at the ceiling, right at a water sprinkler. Xairin's veins in his neck and face glowed, and that bright red light traveled down his chest, down his arms, his legs, groin, and right down to the tips of his toes. His fangs glistened. Just like the bruticus gene, the nimbus gene locked like puzzle pieces into Xairin's DNA. Xairin panted, letting out low growling noises. It burned as the changes took place. He kept looking up as his fangs and red eyes glared. His claws sharpened, as his muscles twitched and moved under his skin like worms crawling. He continued breathing heavily.

  The man he had drunk from was passing out. Xairin had taken at least three pints. Sniffing, he could smell the wound he had left in the man's shoulder. While he was still adapting, he reached down quickly and bit into his wrist. He was going to have to make a thrall after all.

  Xairin licked the blood from the man's clothing as thousands of tiny fibers shot out from his tongue and the side of his mouth and lips, pulling the blood from the cloth. The man started coming too, from Xairin's blood regenerating him. Xairin willed it quickly. "You don't remember a thing, you felt dizzy, and thought you were going to pass out, that's why you went to the bathroom, for some water to wash your face."

  The man still seemed stunned while Xairin gave him telepathic commands. "Count to fifty, and then come out."

  Once he was out of the stall, Xairin walked over to the mirror. The glowing red light in his veins was still lighting up. He had to close his eyes and will it to subside. It took him a moment; by the time his veins stopped making him look like a radioactive vampiric freak, Hermin Lancaster, his new nimble thrall, walked out of the stall and back out to work. Xairin looked back at the mirror and washed his hands and face. "Get it together, Xairin." He said lowly.

  Xairin left the bathroom. He needed more blood, his cells required it to complete the adaptation going on within him. Chromosome pair thirty-two was demanding his cells to require more blood to have the biological mass at their disposal to manufacture more changes and complete the process. He wasn't on the verge of blood fever like he was when he had to eat the skunk, but he was edging to the point of losing some control. Xairin walked like a predator through the restaurant. His eyes red, looking at the heat coming off human counterparts, on similar dates with other immortals. Part of Xairin wanted to rip into the throat of a woman chewing her food too loud as the Mer in front of her, devoured his raw lobster. Xairin had to get a hold of himself. His primal nature, the alien side, was begging him to give in. Xairin could see body heat all around him. He was hungry again. His cells needed more biological matter to create more changes.

  Thankfully Jason was already biting into a rack of ribs, and a bottle of blood was waiting. Xairin noticed Jason eating and his blood sitting on top of a round warming pad. Xairin got it together and sat down.

  "Man, you okay? I didn't think vampires took that long in the bathroom?" Jason asked.

  Xairin nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, I have to admit, I'm kind of nervous. I just needed a minute. My last date didn't go so well."

  Jason reached over with his water glass. "Toast to not being nervous the rest of the night?"

  Xairin twisted the lid off the bottle of Sanguine Delight, and toasted. "I will drink to that." Xairin finished the liter of synthetic blood in a matter of thirty seconds.

  Jason watched as Xairi
n let out a small belch. "Oh, god, excuse me!" Xairin said.

  "Guess I'm not the only one that was starving."

  "Guess not," Xairin said, as he drank his glass of water, finishing it almost as fast.

  Jason devoured two racks of ribs in under two minutes and then started gnawing on the bones. Xairin watched, he figured this was what he could expect, dining with a werewolf. Once Jason was done, he went on to the steak. "Need another blood?" Jason asked.

  Xairin sat there while his cells adjusted. "I think I could go for another bottle."

  Jason motioned for the waiter. Brian was attentive. "Everything okay, gentlemen?" Jason was trying to wipe off his face from literally eating like he had no manners.

  "Can we get another liter of that delight stuff for my date?"

  Brian nodded. Xairin spoke up. "Actually, make it two, I am really thirsty tonight and another bottle of water."

  "Sure thing." The waiter said.

  Xairin was burning up inside. He was fighting a sweat. A combination of the newly infused traits, along with starting to feel a little frisky was bubbling up inside him. He wanted to kiss Jason again.

  Brian returned with two bottles and a pitcher of ice water. He filled Xairin's glass, while Xairin chugged the next bottle before the waiter could set the second one down. Xairin wiped his mouth. "Thanks."

  With the third bottle, Xairin was able to nurse it slower.

  "Wow, you really were hungry," Jason stated.

  Xairin smirked. He looked at Jason's face. The man's face was almost comical. Xairin smiled. "Looks like you need to be taught some manners Mr. Werewolf, your face looks like..." Xairin started laughing. Jason started laughing.

  "I know, I need some refinement," Jason mumbled.

  Feeling more in control, and with his cells calming down, Xairin leaned back and looked at Jason. With his cells calming, he still had primal urges rising. Adding the new DNA to his special pair of chromosomes had triggered some of his alien genes to start to wake up, his more aggressive ones. These genes tied directly into the will to evolve, as well as his sex drive. While Xairin was in control, a dominant side was emerging. He needed to take the edge off, he needed something; an itch scratched. Xairin hadn’t had sex with anyone in almost a year or more, and feeling Jason against him, the dancing they did, and the kissing they shared, had Xairin interested, very interested. The best stress reliver Xairin knew, was sex, and now, he needed it. Xairin was feeling a bit more feral, a wild side was waking up. Admittingly, he was really wanting to see where this date was going to end up. Xairin normally never went all the way on a first date, sometimes not even a second date, but tonight, especially right now, he felt like a cat in heat suddenly. "Once you're done eating, how about we head back to your hotel room?" Xairin said with an almost untamed look in his eyes.

  Jason raised his hand. "CHECK PLEASE?!"

  _____

  Pipers Point Resort

  Jason was trying his best to get his door open to his hotel suite. Xairin was kissing his neck and licking up by his ear. He was rubbing all over him. Jason was just as Xairin figured, a little bigger than the average Immortal. He had his hands down the man’s pants as he kissed him, making it increasingly difficult for Jason to get the door open. Xairin was like a wild animal trying to make out with Jason in the hallway. The licking turned Jason on even more. He managed to turn the doorknob, and the two fell into the room. Xairin threw his hand at the door, forcing it to shut and lock with a telekinetic display of control.

  Xairin began taking off his shirt, Jason was ripping his off. Xairin was sitting on his lap, he could see the man's thick brown hairy chest. "You are furry," Xairin said as he leaned forward and started licking around Jason's nipples.

  "Fuck!" Jason said.

  Xairin felt unrestrained. His breathing was a little beast-like. He started nibbling along Jason's belly, as he and Jason both worked to get Jason's pants off. He had a nine-inch thick dick waiting. Xairin couldn't help himself; he went down on it. "No fangs, okay!" Jason said.

  Xairin looked up, grew his fangs just to taunt the man, and retracted them after getting a reaction from Jason’s face. Xairin went completely down without gagging. Jason's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

  Jason went to reach for Xairin's head; Xairin's hands shot up and held Jason's hands down buy his wrists as he sucked and worshiped the werewolf's thick veiny cock. Jason's eyes rolled back again. Xairin's tongue slid up and down twirling around the shaft as he went up and down slowly, starting at the head, and ending at the base each time. This went on for several minutes until Xairin let go and stood up. Jason leaned forward and pulled Xairin's pants down and began sucking Xairin's hard eight-inch cock. Xairin stood there, moaning. "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing."

  Jason looked up for a moment. "Not as amazing as how your mouth felt on mine."

  Xairin reached down and pressed Jason's head into him, forcing him to take him completely into his mouth. "Oh…" Xairin said as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob.

  After a few minutes, Xairin reached down and pulled Jason up. The two began making out again. This time, Jason asserted himself. Jason picked Xairin up and carried him over to the king-sized bed and tossed him on it. He leaped, landing on top of Xairin as the two looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment. Xairin's eyes were completely red, Jason's eyes, the irises had turned yellow. The two began kissing and jacking each other off.

  "Rollover?" Jason asked.

  Xairin turned over onto his stomach. Jason quickly went for nibbling Xairin's butt cheeks, and then slid his tongue towards Xairin's hole. Being a vampire, Jason had no worries about him not being clean, that part of vampiric anatomy made vampiric bottoms, the perfect bottom in some ways, no prep time. Jason knew that and began twisting his tongue as deep as he could into Xairin's cherry tight hole. Xairin grasped the pillows and moaned. "Oh fuck, Oh, DAMN! Jason, oh…"

  Jason was giving into his Alpha side. He licked and teased Xairin over and over. Xairin was moaning and growling. Jason was growling, that's when things became more intense. Jason raised up and pressed his body against Xairin's back, hugging him from behind and slowly slid himself inside. Xairin gasped.

  Jason was gentle about it. He started off slow, letting Xairin arch his back and get used to it. Once he could feel Xairin relaxing, he picked up the pace, placing his hands on Xairin's hips. Jason began speeding up. Xairin's head was bouncing by the time Jason got to full speed, power thrusting, causing Xairin to moan loudly with his deep voice. "FUCK YES! FUCK ME!"

  The bed squeaked; the headboard thudded against the wall. Neither one of them cared. Xairin reached forward and grasped at the sheets and pillows. He didn't need to touch himself at all. The prostate stimulation he was receiving was enhanced by his vampiric biology, no longer did that part of his anatomy excrete wastes; instead, it had become more sensitive for pleasures, thanks in part to his homosexual genes, being edited by the Aeon Strain. Xairin was moaning loudly, letting out deep pleasure-filled-cries, for Jason to keep going. “DON'T STOP! HARDER!”

  The sounds of their bodies pressing together over and over were loud. Xairin and Jason both were caught in the thralls of feeling the pleasures of one another. Xairin was so tight that Jason slowed his pace a bit. He didn't want to get close yet. He pulled out and flipped Xairin onto his back, throwing his legs over his shoulders and entered the vampire again. This time, the two made out as Jason thrusted slowly. They both were breathing heavily.

  Xairin's alien side kept his PTSD at bay. The primal needs his body was craving, overpowered it. Xairin was feeling more feral. He reached his hands up and managed to flip Jason over onto his back. Xairin readjusted himself and began riding the werewolf. "Oh my god. Fuck, Xairin!" Jason called out.

  Xairin straddled him like he was riding a bull, he was bestial about it. Growling and panting. Xairin's wings came out as his body arched back and forth, riding Jason's cock. Xairin's wings, the clawed fingers, came down, holding Jason's wrists. Xair
in placed his hands upon Jason's chest as he looked down, locking eyes. Xairin had full control as he rode him. "Fuck Xairin, FUCK!" The werewolf breathed heavily, trying to hold back. His eyes glowed a darker yellow. "Damn, man, you feel so fucking amazing! Huh…..."

  Xairin looked up at the ceiling as he continued riding and twisting and performing a perfect twerking motion, he picked up speed. Xairin was getting close. "OH Jason, man, your cock feels so fucking good!"

  Jason was trying to hold back. "You need to slow down; you're getting me close."

  Xairin didn't. "I'm almost there too. Give it to me! I want to feel you blow inside me!"

  "You want it?" Jason asked.

  "Yes, I fucking want it! I wanna feel you blow inside me right now, Jason!"

  Xairin was gripping the man's hairy chest. He didn't need to jack off, the stimulation was perfect. "I'm so fucking close…"

  "Okay…" Jason said.

  Xairin yelled out. "GIVE IT TO ME JASON! FUCKING BREED ME, MAN! AAAAAH FUUUUCK!" Xairin yelled out. His wings retracted as he threw his head back looking up at the ceiling. His fangs quickly came out as his eyes glowed brighter than they had right as he began spraying all over Jason's hairy chest. “FUCK!”