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dragged back into town but forced Mikki to stop at the restaurant they'd eaten at just hours before. "I need to rest."
    Mikki kicked the door open—the place had been trashed while they were gone, tables overturned if they weren't outright missing, the front window shattered, with scattered flatware on the floor. He turned a chair right side-up and pushed Casimir down, sitting on the table beside him. "Are you gonna make it?"
    "I don't know," he admitted. "I need blood. I need a lot of it."
    "So I don't have time to go out and get you a hooker." Mikki scowled and then took off his turtleneck. "All right, get it over with."
    Casimir gazed at him, uncomprehending. Curious, he looked at the scarring on Mikki's chest; a half-circle under either pec of ragged lines with thick, raised scar tissue near his nipples. It must have been from where his breasts were removed. Whoever had done the surgery was a butcher.
    "Stop staring and just bite me, all right?" Mikki demanded, sounding more uncomfortable than annoyed.
    Casimir swallowed hard. "I'm afraid if I do that I won't be able to stop. I… accidentally killed someone before when I was starving. I didn't mean to. But I was badly injured, and she offered her blood to me, and I…"
    "So that's why the other vampires are pissed off at you. You did something stupid, but you didn't do it on purpose." Mikki twirled his knife between his long fingers. "Remember, you didn't think you could stop yourself before, and you did. Same thing goes: if you take too much, I'll stab you."
    Casimir licked his lips; they were sticky with drying blood. "It would be easier if you sat on my lap."
    Jumping off the table, Mikki did just that, legs sprawling off to one side. He hooked an arm around Casimir's neck and held a knife in his other hand, head turned to bare his neck.
    He rarely went for the neck. It was so dangerous, with thin skin and thick veins, but the blood would come quicker. Casimir was shaking as he put a steadying hand over Mikki's heart, to keep himself conscious of the beat, and sank his fangs in.
    Mikki gave a strangled cry, gripping a tight handful of Casimir's thick hair. "Fuck," he gasped, feet sliding noisily against the floor.
    Casimir could barely hear it. The hot rush was as sweet as an orgasm, and he wrapped his other arm around Mikki to hold him close, rocking him as he sucked harder at the vein. He knew by now the narcotic in his bite would turn the pain to something closer to pleasure; he felt Mikki switch the knife from hand to hand.
    Gasping, Mikki had a hand between his thighs, rubbing himself through his jeans. He started when Casimir fumbled for his zipper, grabbing at Casimir's wrist. "Don't finger me," Mikki grated. "I don't like anything in there."
    Forcing himself away from the bite, Casimir pulled Mikki's jeans open and worked a hand inside. He could feel the hard press of Mikki's clit, wet and aching against his fingers, longer and thicker than a woman would have felt. He rubbed a thumb against the head and was rewarded with a groan, so he drew a slow circle around it. All the while, he licked away the trickles of red, his mind finally feeling clear.
    Mikki's dark eyes closed. "Stop teasing and just jack me off," he demanded, turning his head to look at Casimir. Before he could receive a response, Mikki tentatively kissed him.
    Casimir was even more careful with mouth against mouth, mindful of his fangs, of Mikki's tongue as the kiss grew deeper. He could still taste copper between them, but he was more focused on the hardness under his fingers, on working them fast, faster, listening to Mikki's breathing rise.
    It was Mikki who did the biting when he came. His teeth sank into Casimir's lip, just enough to not draw more precious blood, as he bucked his hips against Casimir's hand. He pulled Casimir's hair, twining it around his fingers, before he collapsed, panting, in Casimir's arms.
    While Mikki caught his breath, Casimir licked the wound closed and stroked his