He shoved his gun in his holster as he yelled. “Demi!” He skidded against the wall before dropping beside the boy.
Demi blinked back at him and smiled. “You’re all right?”
“Of course the fuck I am. You’re not.” As carefully as he could, he pulled Demi into his arms and felt for wounds. His hand came back bloody when he touched the boy’s head.
Trey’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re hurt.”
Demi winced. “I hit my head when Cadoc shoved me into the wall.”
“Paz, Demi needs you.”
The doctor looked at him with a conflicted expression.
“No,” Demi insisted. “Dafydd needs him more. He, um, killed Cadoc. He’s the one who shot him. His own son. I can’t imagine how he feels.”
Neither could Trey. The Welshman was obviously distressed, his sobs quieter now, yet still heartbreaking. He stood with Demi in his arms. “I’ll take you to your father.”
“Good God,” Alex exclaimed. “Don’t tell me all of the boys are here.”
Demi curled into Trey’s embrace. “Okay, I won’t.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Trey hugged him closer. “You can berate him later, Alex. He needs tending to.”
“I’ll leave that chore to you, Duncan. I have my own boy to deal with. Val, clean this up, if you will. I need to go back inside and see what kind of mess we’ve made. Join me when you can.”
“Sure thing, boss. Do me a favor and find some rope in that place and tie Mackie up in a nice bow for me.”
“It will be my pleasure. Dr. Paz,” he said, turning directions, “would you please take Dafydd to our vehicle? Remaining here isn’t going to do him or the situation any good.”
“Certainly.” He tugged at Dafydd’s shoulders. “Come with me now. There’s nothing more for you to do.”
After a slight resistance, Dafydd stumbled to his feet. Ash fell from his grasp to litter the ground. Then the man slid into Paz’s embrace and allowed the doctor to take him away.
“I think they’re falling in love,” Demi murmured.
“Yeah, I think that, too. Come on. Let’s find your father.”
“I’m fine.”
“You damn well better be.” He huffed out his frustration and his fear. “What am I going to do with you, Demi?”
“Marry me and make yours forever and ever.”
Trey chuckled, surprised he had any mirth inside him at the moment. “Yeah, that might be what I’m going to have to do.”
* * * *
“I can walk on my own, Papa, really.” Demi tried to slip from under his father’s embrace as they entered the elevator.
“Let me be the judge of that. I promised Sergeant Duncan I would take good care of you.”
“I wish I could have stayed with him.”
“Now, now, you know that wasn’t possible. None of us could. With Cadoc dead, this has become a purely human operation. Our continued presence will only make matters harder for him and Detective Anderson.”
“I suppose.”
Papa chuckled as they arrived at their floor and got off. “If you intend to make a life with this man, you must accept what that entails. I suspect you will have to get used to spending many nights waiting for him to come home.”
“I don’t like the idea of how vulnerable he is. Do you think it’s possible that if I feed him my blood, he might change a little? Not to have babies or anything, but perhaps to be stronger and live longer.”
“It’s possible. I will look into it, if you wish.”
He pressed his head onto his father’s shoulder. “Thank you, Papa. For everything—rescuing Dad, giving me to Trey, trusting that when I said I wanted him, I meant it.”
“There are no thanks necessary, my son. I love your father with all my heart and I have always known you were smart enough to make up your own mind. I could see through the brat you pretended to be.”
His past behavior hadn’t been an act, exactly, but there was no point in saying so. He wasn’t anymore, and that was all that mattered.
Before they reached their door, Dafydd stepped out from the stairwell, Dr. Paz hovering by his side. Both of them looked whipped, Dafydd’s eyes still red from crying his heart out. So were his hands where he’d skidded across the pavement, although they had already started to heal, thanks to the residual effect of Dracul’s blood.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” Dafydd said in a soft voice. “I was wondering if it would be all right if I…if I see Idris,” he finished after Paz gave him an encouraging smile.
Papa paused then smiled. “Of course. Come in.”
As Papa ushered their guest into the suite, Demi felt him stiffen, on alert. That made Demi do so as well. Having killed one son, why did Dafydd want to see another one? After rejecting his baby for so long, what was he going to do? Surely, he wasn’t going to try to hurt him. Demi couldn’t imagine such a thing, yet he’d been surprised as well when Dafydd had pulled the trigger back in the alley.
Dad was sitting on the couch with Idris, a bottle in his hand. He focused on Demi first, frowning and shaking his head, yet saying nothing. Then he turned his attention onto Dafydd and Paz.
“Welcome. Please come in and have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“No, thank you,” Paz replied.
“I’m fine as I am, thank you,” Dafydd said, and approached the couch slowly. Paz hovered beside him the whole way. Dafydd sat next to Dad. “I was wondering, if you don’t mind. I would like to hold him.”
“Idris?” Dad glanced over at Papa, who nodded once. “Certainly. He’s your son, after all.”
As Dad passed the baby over, Papa led Demi to a chair and sat him down. He remained standing, though, just in case he needed to move quickly. He needn’t have bothered.
Dafydd held his son as if he were made of glass. At first anyway, before slowly easing back with the baby on his lap. They stared at one another.
“I’m your tad,” Dafydd said, “but we’re in America now so I suppose you should call me ‘dad’ instead.” He said a few more things in Welsh, Demi assumed, all those weird-sounding twisting consonants.
“Here.” Dad passed over the bottle. “He was about to eat.”
Dafydd smiled and cuddled Idris in the crook of his arm while feeding him. “You’re going to be different,” he told his son, “not like the other ones.” He looked over at Demi. “You don’t have to be evil if you’re raised right.”
Thank you, Demi mouthed and sat back to watch the happy scene and dream of one day having his own family.
* * * *
“Duncan, you fucker.”
Trey winced as he turned to face a furious Craig striding down the hall. “Hey, Craig, I was about to call you.”
“The hell you were.”
“The hell I was. This is your case now. My killer got away, so this is purely a vice operation.”
That took a little of the wind out of his sails. “You were supposed to keep me in the loop.”
“Yeah, about that, sorry. Things took off all of a sudden.” He nodded at the interview room he’d left. “I had to act quickly, and like I said, the boss of the prostitution ring, Fuchs, is inside there while the guy who killed Father Ted and the kid, Umi, got out via a back route to the building they were using.”
The lack of a collar on the murder was going to bite him and Karl hard in the ass. Couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t possible to book a pile of ashes. “The asshole insists that the guy who got away was the boss, but the lawyer says otherwise, and this Fuchs has a compelling record.”
He sighed. “Look… Anderson is writing up his report and will email it to you shortly. I’ll do the same. Any questions, you know how to get a hold of me. In the meantime, I have to keep searching for my killer.”
Craig blew out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, I guess. I hear it was a high-class place with more than a few prominent members going down.”
“Start practicing your smile for the cameras, b
uddy.” He started to walk away. Craig stopped him.
“Hey, Trey?”
“Yeah?”
“I was a moron to chase you away. I should have known what I had.”
“That’s okay. Really. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have realized what I was missing.”
“You’ve found the right man, have you?”
Boy. No, Demi was a man. Man-boy, maybe. God, it’s complicated. “I’ve found love.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“Me, too.” As he walked away, he saw his path forward clearly for the first time. It wasn’t going to be easy, but then again, Demi was worth any effort.
* * * *
“Here it is.” Trey stepped aside to let Demi pass and enter his half of the duplex.
He’d spent most of his first day off since the raid cleaning his apartment to within an inch of its life. His mother would be so proud if she were to see it, which she wasn’t, not while Trey courted Demi. It was too soon for family introductions.
“It’s not much,” he said, closing the door.
Demi made the circuit of the open space that served as dining and living room. The scent of the lasagna Trey had put into the oven before going to pick up Demi lent a homey air to the place. It was still a far cry from the luxury Demi had grown up with.
“It’s lovely.” Demi shot him a shy smile.
Trey tugged at his ear. “Yeah well, it’s mostly second-hand stuff. I’m not exactly the decorating type.”
“Oh, Trey!” Demi flitted over and threw his arms around him. He pressed a sweet kiss on his lips. “You don’t have to impress me. I love your home because it’s where you are. I don’t need much, really.”
“Says the kid wearing clothing worth my one month’s salary.”
“I will gladly donate all of my things to Goodwill.”
Trey shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to change for me. I know how much you love dressing up. I just can’t afford to give those things to you, but your family can for now. Eventually, if you want, you can earn a high salary as a doctor. I’m not so pig-headed and macho that it will bother me if you make more money.”
Demi’s eyes went wide. “Why, Trey, is that a proposal?”
He squirmed under the scrutiny. “That’s me taking baby steps, Demi. I’m just saying that I don’t want you to worry about my ego.”
Demi couldn’t hide his disappointment. “Oh, okay. What’s for dinner?” he asked, letting go. “It smells wonderful.”
Trey resisted the urge to drag him back and kiss him senseless. “Lasagna. Come into the kitchen.”
He led him through the open doorway and over to the oven. The timer was about to go off, so he stopped it then, grabbing mittens, took the casserole out. The cheese and tomato sauce bubbled.
Demi leaned over. “Mmm, can’t wait to try it. Can I see your bedroom first?” he asked coyly.
Being a mere man, Trey assented without a fight. He made sure to turn off the stove before clasping hands and tugged Demi down the short hallway.
The moment they entered his bedroom, Demi jumped him. He held Trey tight with both arms and legs and attacked his mouth. Trey didn’t muster much of a fight as his lover used his lips and tongue. He matched the boy’s fervor while carrying him over to the bed. They toppled down and wrestled with flailing body parts.
He inhaled Demi, sweeping every corner of his mouth and lunging his tongue down his throat. As they thrashed, they tugged at each other’s clothing. Trey kicked off his trainers and rolled Demi onto his back in order to rip open his shirt. Buttons popped—again—although this time, more expensive ones. He didn’t care because it gave him access to all that smooth, tasty skin. He broke the kiss to lick a stripe instead from Demi’s belly button to his nipples before latching on to one nub and sucking.
Demi cried out and arched his back. Their hands clashed when each of them worked the other’s pants open. Trey got there first, exposing Demi’s hard dick. He grabbed it and tugged while scraping his teeth along the nipple. Demi dropped his hands away, fisting the bedding. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, easing the movements of Trey’s fist.
He lapped back down the flat stomach, flicked the cockhead peeping out from his fingers, before rearing back. He needed both hands to get those tight skinny jeans off his slender boy. Gentleness flew out the window in his rush to get Demi naked. He tossed everything away before diving in to suck Demi’s shaft into his mouth.
“Trey!” Demi bucked, sending his cock all the way down. “No fair,” he wailed as Trey swallowed convulsively. “I wanted to do that to you first and…” He screamed as he came.
Trey stayed with him through the orgasm, although it wasn’t easy. Demi thrashed and rolled, his cum spilling out in warm spurts that filled Trey’s mouth faster than he could handle. It dribbled past his lips, even as he licked and sucked. But he kept to it, even when he choked, until Demi lay whimpering and trembling.
Trey pulled up and grinned at the wanton display on his bed. Here was his boy, his lover, boneless with his release from Trey’s efforts. He could picture Demi lying in this bed for the rest of their life together. That image and thought didn’t scare him so much anymore.
Already, though, Demi’s cock was hardening to stiff mast again. Trey tore off his own clothing, freeing himself and taking a few strokes to appease his dick. When he knelt naked over Demi, he clasped the boy’s rod and slowly jerked it. He wiggled two fingers of his free hand under Demi’s firm ass. They slid into his hole with ease.
Natural lubrication. Amazing. It would make their sex life delightfully easy. He thrust the fingers in a few times, crooking them on the way out to tease Demi’s prostate. How wonderful that the aliens had one. Demi stared up at him with pupils that had turned black as night. His puffy lips were parted as he panted and moaned.
“Fuck me, Trey.”
The demand made his cock jerk. He squeezed Demi’s hard enough to make him squeak before letting him go to rearrange their legs. Then he had Demi’s pushed wide with knees bent, leaving space for Trey to slide into. Grabbing Demi’s cock again, he lined up his own against the puckered hole. He pushed shallowly so that only his head was gripped by that tight ring. He stayed still, savoring the feel of the tightness against the sensitive nerves of his glans.
Demi clenched him. “Come on. All the way in.”
Trey groaned loud and long as he slid balls-deep into his lover. The exquisitely snug channel welcomed him with undulating waves. He dropped down to brace himself with one hand, while still working Demi’s shaft with the other. Then he did what only a short time ago would have been inconceivable, but now felt perfectly normal—he bent his head to offer his jugular.
Demi struck with lightning speed.
It was better than before. Demi would have expected that nothing could top that first night together. But as Trey drilled his ass and Demi tugged at his vein, the pleasure topped anything he’d experienced. This was love, not duty or even animal need. His man was claiming his body while feeding him his life’s blood. Demi’s heart soared with the intensity of his emotions and his mind floated blissfully from the blood sliding down his throat.
He came again in a longer, slower ride than the urgent climax from before. He wormed his body up against Trey’s, pressing their chests together. Then he encircled Trey’s ass with his legs and kicked him into higher gear. Always a smart man, his lover picked up speed, driving his cock deeper into Demi’s still-demanding channel. When Trey stiffened and flooded Demi’s ass with hot cum, he joined him with a quick third climax that nevertheless left him huffing against Trey’s skin.
He retracted his fangs just in time before Trey collapsed on top of him. Demi reveled at the feel of the dead weight pressing him into the soft bedding. It was typically Trey, a simple blue color, utilitarian like the rest of the apartment. As he lay there wrapped around his man, he wondered how quickly he could steer Trey into blinging the place up a little.
Eventually, Trey rolled away. “Sorr
y, kid. I don’t mean to squash you, but you do wear an old man out.”
Demi swatted him on the chest. “Don’t say that. You aren’t old, and maybe there’s a way of helping things slow down, actually.” He hadn’t intended to bring this topic up yet, but Trey had given him an opportunity.
Trey opened one eye. “Yeah?”
Demi slid onto his side, laying his head on one palm. “Um, yes. I mean, I spoke with Papa about it. He says it’s possible that drinking my blood could help make you stronger and healthier. It might extend your life, too. If you want, that is. I totally get it if you don’t.”
He couldn’t look Trey in the eye afterward, fearing he’d pushed too far too soon. He busied himself tracing invisible patterns on the man’s chest with a fingertip. “I like the contrast between our skin tones,” he remarked when the silence dragged on.
Trey placed his hand over Demi’s. “So do I. You know that my mother is black and my father is white?”
“I guess. I haven’t really thought about it. It makes no difference to me, except,” he added with wide eyes, “does this mean I’m going to meet your family?”
“Eventually. I’m going to tell you all about them, and me, because really, Demi, you know next to nothing.”
“I know all I need to.” He started to sit up. Grabbing him, Trey tumbled him onto his chest. With a smile, Demi allowed himself to be captured and held.
“Not by human standards. We need time to get to really know each other. That means dating, meals like tonight, movies, museums even. It’s not all about sex, you know?”
“Hm-m. But this is such an awesome part of it.” He kissed one pec before swirling his tongue around Trey’s nipple the way the cop had done to Demi. Trey’s sharp inhale of breath made it worth doing again.
“I need time, Demi.” Trey was beginning to sound breathless.
“Uh-huh.” He wiggled out of the embrace to press opened-mouthed kisses all along Trey’s chest.
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