kiss, but so that Lucien’s mouth could wrap around his neck, the sharp teeth plunging into his skin. His cry rang out, hips bucking wildly, thrusting deep into Lucien as his balls drew up, tight as stones.
Lucien fed from him as they fucked, long swallows matching his every thrust.
“Love.” His seed pouring from him, Kieran filled Lucien up even as his blood poured into Lucien’s lips.
“Yours…” Lucien’s breath slid over his neck, heat spraying up between them.
Kieran shook, energy leaving him in a rush, his muscles trembling and kitten-weak. There to catch him, Lucien’s arms held him as they curled together.
“Welcome home, Kieran.”
Blinking slowly, he nodded. It was a brand-new world, everything different, unusual.
Lucien tilted Kieran’s head, their mouths joining for a long, slow kiss. Even that kiss was different now, so much more as each sense seemed bigger. “Thank you.”
“I… Thank you.” He was tired, confused, more than a little lost. “Lucien…”
“I’m right here, Kieran. It’ll ease and you’ll learn how to use your new senses. We have a safe place here for you to do so, yes? And I’m not going anywhere.” Lucien’s long fingers slid over him, soothing, loving, easing.
“How did you go blind?” The question came from nowhere, just slipped from him.
“I was poisoned. Because I am a vampire, the poison didn’t kill me. It did, however, blind me. I was told to count myself lucky.” Lucien snorted, the sound rather humorless. “It was many years before I could do so.”
“Poisoned? On purpose?” Kieran shuddered, his entire body rejecting the thought. “How long ago?”
“On purpose. And it was at the very beginning of my journey as a vampire, which likely also contributed to the poison’s effectiveness—I was still weak and new. The man who brought me over was in the middle of a war with another vampire and had neglected to let me know.”
“How many are there of your kind?” His kind. Their kind. God.
Lucien shrugged, the movement casual and easy. “I don’t keep track. And wars are mostly a thing of the past—it is easier to blend in and leave each other be. I have only made a few vampires myself, but there’s no quota on it. Potentially any human can be turned by any vampire.”
“That’s…” Terrifying. Horrifying. Incomprehensible. “I’m not sure how to understand this.”
“You have all the time you need to do so, Kieran. We can feed off each other for months without ever leaving this apartment if we need to. And I have a number of…friends who are more than willing to be fed upon. The popularity of goth culture has been a boon to my— our kind.” Lucien stilled suddenly. “You aren’t regretting your choice, are you?”
“No. It’s a touch overwhelming. More than a touch. I’m…unnerved?”
Lucien looked as though he understood. “It isn’t an easy beginning, but I will not abandon you to it. I promise. And when you have become used to it, we will do everything you can think of and more.”
Hands trembling, Kieran reached for Lucien. “I can think of many things, lover. Enough to occupy a lifetime.”
“Then keep thinking, Kieran. We have many lifetimes to occupy.” Lucien laughed, his pale face happier than Kieran had seen it in their time together. “It will be fabulous, my own. Just fabulous.”
Kieran nodded. He hoped so. He did.
More than almost anything.
Epilogue
Morocco was a terribly sunny country, and Lucien was more than happy to have it behind them. Still, Kieran had expressed a desire to travel the world and see every country at least once. Lucien was nothing if not indulgent of his lover.
Europe would provide longer nights and darker haunts though, and he was well pleased to have reached the south of France, the small castle they were staying in belonging to a friend. The place was currently deserted but for the two of them, the skeleton staff that kept the place up while Andre, the owner, was
Lucien fed from him as they fucked, long swallows matching his every thrust.
“Love.” His seed pouring from him, Kieran filled Lucien up even as his blood poured into Lucien’s lips.
“Yours…” Lucien’s breath slid over his neck, heat spraying up between them.
Kieran shook, energy leaving him in a rush, his muscles trembling and kitten-weak. There to catch him, Lucien’s arms held him as they curled together.
“Welcome home, Kieran.”
Blinking slowly, he nodded. It was a brand-new world, everything different, unusual.
Lucien tilted Kieran’s head, their mouths joining for a long, slow kiss. Even that kiss was different now, so much more as each sense seemed bigger. “Thank you.”
“I… Thank you.” He was tired, confused, more than a little lost. “Lucien…”
“I’m right here, Kieran. It’ll ease and you’ll learn how to use your new senses. We have a safe place here for you to do so, yes? And I’m not going anywhere.” Lucien’s long fingers slid over him, soothing, loving, easing.
“How did you go blind?” The question came from nowhere, just slipped from him.
“I was poisoned. Because I am a vampire, the poison didn’t kill me. It did, however, blind me. I was told to count myself lucky.” Lucien snorted, the sound rather humorless. “It was many years before I could do so.”
“Poisoned? On purpose?” Kieran shuddered, his entire body rejecting the thought. “How long ago?”
“On purpose. And it was at the very beginning of my journey as a vampire, which likely also contributed to the poison’s effectiveness—I was still weak and new. The man who brought me over was in the middle of a war with another vampire and had neglected to let me know.”
“How many are there of your kind?” His kind. Their kind. God.
Lucien shrugged, the movement casual and easy. “I don’t keep track. And wars are mostly a thing of the past—it is easier to blend in and leave each other be. I have only made a few vampires myself, but there’s no quota on it. Potentially any human can be turned by any vampire.”
“That’s…” Terrifying. Horrifying. Incomprehensible. “I’m not sure how to understand this.”
“You have all the time you need to do so, Kieran. We can feed off each other for months without ever leaving this apartment if we need to. And I have a number of…friends who are more than willing to be fed upon. The popularity of goth culture has been a boon to my— our kind.” Lucien stilled suddenly. “You aren’t regretting your choice, are you?”
“No. It’s a touch overwhelming. More than a touch. I’m…unnerved?”
Lucien looked as though he understood. “It isn’t an easy beginning, but I will not abandon you to it. I promise. And when you have become used to it, we will do everything you can think of and more.”
Hands trembling, Kieran reached for Lucien. “I can think of many things, lover. Enough to occupy a lifetime.”
“Then keep thinking, Kieran. We have many lifetimes to occupy.” Lucien laughed, his pale face happier than Kieran had seen it in their time together. “It will be fabulous, my own. Just fabulous.”
Kieran nodded. He hoped so. He did.
More than almost anything.
Epilogue
Morocco was a terribly sunny country, and Lucien was more than happy to have it behind them. Still, Kieran had expressed a desire to travel the world and see every country at least once. Lucien was nothing if not indulgent of his lover.
Europe would provide longer nights and darker haunts though, and he was well pleased to have reached the south of France, the small castle they were staying in belonging to a friend. The place was currently deserted but for the two of them, the skeleton staff that kept the place up while Andre, the owner, was
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