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Dark Star
Willing donors were everywhere. Most of London’s vampire scene was unfortunately tangled up in bed with goth, but the right words in a paper advert could net you some tasty little thing who got off on the biting. And the best part was, they’d deliver themselves right to your door. Tonight was one such night. Brett had placed an ad in some fetish magazine and some nervous little thing had phoned him the very day after the issue hit the shelves. They’d discussed Brett’s needs and agreed to meet at a hotel.
The hour was upon him and Brett sat on the edge of the bed, smoking, half watching some god awful rerun of the Bill. He bounced a leg anxiously, if this person didn’t show he wasn’t sure what he’d do. It was unseemly, meeting in hotel rooms like this, but what choice did he have? Hunt , his instincts whispered. And Brett wished he didn’t like the thought of that.
Fuck, he was in a mood tonight. Quarter past. Where the fuck was he? Brett got up from the bed and looked out the hotel window and down the London street below. No one. Irritation and boredom lanced his brain as he paced the hotel room, pausing only to tap the ash off the end of his cigarette. He needed this.
Half past. The Bill ended. Brett glanced at his watch. How much longer should he wait before he decided to fuck it and go check out a club? The Hunger came to mind. That opening scene of Bowie and Catherine Deneuve hunting. It was an appealing thought he had to admit. But he was not going down that path.
Finally there was a knock at the door. Brett could practically feel his fangs itch in anticipation as he crossed the room and opened the door. There he was, the nervous little thing. Oversized scarf and all. Brett cast a cursory glance down the hall and then dragged the boy in, shutting the door behind him.
“Um, sorry I was late. I had some issue-” the boy started.
Brett silenced him immediately, saying, “I’m not interested. Take the scarf off. If you’d kept me waiting any longer, I might’ve eaten all of London.”
Brett’s visitor blinked and complied, eyes curiously wandering over Brett’s appearance. Brett didn’t need to read his mind to know he was surprised to find the singer of Suede on the other side of the hotel room door. And that the Suede singer was a vampire . Slowly, the boy complied, unwrapping the scarf to reveal his neck. Already covered in bites. Some of which looked very fresh.
Brett grimaced, “How many others have you let feed from you tonight?”
The boy shrugged, “Are you going to bite me or not?”
Brett ignored the question and frowned, looking him over, “How old are you?”
“Twenty. I’ll be twenty one next March.”
Fuck, why was he making small talk? Why was he delaying things? The boy was old enough! Get on with it!
“Good.”
Brett gestured for the boy to sit on the bed, and then offered him a cigarette. The boy cautiously nodded in thanks and took one from the pack. Brett, in turn took one as well, lighting both his and the boy’s.
“So are you going to do it?”
Brett leaned back against the hotel room desk and folded his arms,
“It’s not like the movies. Give me a minute and let me finish my fag first, you know what I mean?”
“Oh. I just expected –”
“I’m not fucking Dracula, mate,” Brett replied with a sniff.
Brett noticed the boy glance down at the cigarette between his fingers. Smoke trailed upwards. Sighing, Brett snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray, and plucked the boy’s (who glanced up in surprise) from his fingers, taking a quick puff before snuffing that one out as well.
Leaning in close, Brett took the boy’s chin in his right hand, long fingers tracing his jawline, “Since you’re so eager, we might as well get on with it, yeah? Be a good boy and don’t make a sound,” he purred.
The boy’s pupils dilated as he fell into a trance and nodded slowly. Brett grinned, a predatory thing, fangs gleaming in the dim light of the hotel room. Some dark part of himself was pleased. Pleased as Brett first moved in to take the boy’s mouth. Warm lips parted to greet Brett’s greedy tongue and the boy’s tongue in turn explored the fangs that sat in Brett’s mouth.
“Surprised I’m for real?” Brett chuckled as he moved on, trailing kisses down the boy’s neck, who tilted his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for the bite.
The blood was so close to the surface, Brett could practically taste it through the skin. Warm and enticing, it almost sang to him. He wanted to savor this moment, and savor the taste of his nervous little visitor. They always tasted better when they were turned on.
Finally, Brett found the perfect spot, and sank his teeth into the warm flesh of the boy’s neck. A small gasp followed by a whimper escaped the boy’s lips, but he did not scream. Warm red blood flowed from the wound and Brett hungrily lapped it up, savoring it with a needy moan. It would have been embarrassing if Brett cared to think about it.
When he’d had enough, Brett detached from the wound. God, if he wasn’t careful he could kill the boy. Some part of him wanted to just drain him dry. Most of these types ended up that way. But he wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
“Is that all?”
“Do you want it to be?” Brett replied with a lascivious grin.
The boy’s eyes widened and he shook his head in response,
”No,” he breathed out.
“Good,” Brett replied with another kiss before helping the boy remove his shirt. He placed a trail of kisses down the boy’s bare chest and stomach before undoing his visitor’s trousers. A neatly trimmed thatch of hair haloed the boy’s erect cock, the size of which was a pleasant surprise for Brett.
“Did you get yourself all fixed up just for me?” He teased, and in response the boy turned bright red.
Gently, Brett probed the end of the boy’s shaft with his tongue, eliciting a shiver and gasp from the younger man. Chuckling at the reaction, Brett gently took the boy’s length in his mouth and began bobbing gently, grazing the sensitive skin with his fangs.
A caress of the tongue as Brett worked soon had the boy gasping and the sound of that dark chuckle from the singer only sent him further. The bite already had him aroused, and now this was almost too much.
“Do you like that, then? Why don’t you show me?” Brett taunted, in between licks, before moving from the boy’s cock to his inner thigh. The boy’s body tensed as Brett found what he was looking for and as if on cue, as soon as Brett’s fangs pierced the tender skin, he came.
The boy moaned in response as Brett drank from him again, not even caring about the fact that there was come now drying on the bed below him and on his skin.
“Good boy,” Brett praised softly. Feeling the boy’s body relax, Brett finished and casually stood to grab bandages.
The boy’s chest heaved, “It’s Gareth,” he gasped out before lying back on the bed.
Brett pretended not to hear as he worked on patching up the puncture on the boy’s thigh before moving to his neck. It was better if he didn’t know their names. Easier. He didn’t have to get attached. These boys and girls that got off on being fed from didn’t last long. Sooner or later they found the wrong vampire. Once finished tending to the boy’s wounds, he washed up and began collecting his things.
Blinking at Brett’s sudden cold demeanor, Gareth propped himself up on his elbows slightly to peer at the vampire who was silently pulling his leather jacket on, “You’re not going to stick around?”
Brett placed some money on the desk, “Stay here for the night, then promise me you’ll get something to eat in the morning.”
“I don’t understand,” the boy replied, furrowing his brow. Was that really all there was?
Brett pulled a fresh cigarette from his pack and lit it, “The key for the room is on the desk. You keep doing this and you’re not going to have any more blood to drink,” He said, before reiterating, “Get something to eat in the morning. There’s a cafe next door.”
Then with a puff of his cigarette, he left the room. The hallway was silent, as was the elevator, and the lobby with only a brief nod exchanged with the girl at the front desk indicated that anyone saw him leave.
Outside, rain poured down and formed eddies in the gutters. The streetlights reflected off the rain-blacked pavement of London, and Brett watched as people rushed to find shelter. The clouds rolled on and Brett took a long drag off his cigarette before exhaling the smoke and starting home.