Mathew heard the rumors. He just wants to know if they are true. Vampires are dangerous creatures but the humans who live to tell about their interspecies sexual experiences talk as if they had a religious experience. Can he get really hot vampire sex at the Blood and Sex lounge? He goes there with a friend only to get attacked outside the bar and his vampire rescuer looks at him like he’s dinner. He’s straight as an arrow, so when he is first approached by a man Mathew turns Warren down with a flat no, shocked the guy would think he would consider it.
However, the thousand year old vampire Warren doesn’t seem to take the hint. He promises Mathew things that make him wonder what he has been missing all these years and if he should give into the vampire’s seduction and become a fang banger.
Warning: This 10,000+ word short story contains gay characters engaging in graphically detailed sexual acts, profanity, and violence. It was written for a mature audience.
Shit—shit—shit.
The first guy he attacked had his throat ripped out before he could scream and the other guys did all the screaming and running. Bodies just started falling around Mathew to the ground. Mathew was too shocked and already hurt to do much of anything. Blood and violence was everywhere and at least five guys were on the ground, writhing in pain. At least they weren’t dead. Yet. A few guys took off fast enough to actually get away. How the fuck was he supposed to handle this shit? Was the guy going to kill him too? Did he really want any witnesses left to report the deaths to the cops?
Mathew was shaking when it finally stopped. He didn’t usually handle this kind of thing. He could hold his own, but he never killed anyone in cold blood before. It was different taking a guy in a clean fight than whatever the hell just happened.
The vampire froze in front of him.
A muscle ticked in the vamp’s jaw and he closed in on Mathew. Mathew stumbled back a step. That move seemed to stop the vamp in his tracks and Mathew felt a sense of relief go through his veins. Yeah, he was not coming for Mathew to take out his throat.
Thank god for little miracles.
“Are you okay, human?”
Mathew suddenly realized his breathing was a little fast. He should probably thank his would be rescuer. If not for him, he would be the one on the ground. He looked around at the destruction on the ground. A few could be dead but most the guys seemed to be moving slowly. They were a little stunned though. “Yeah, thanks to you. Did you kill them?”
“No, but I probably should have. They’ll wake up in a few hours and hopefully have learned a lesson. I don’t want to see this become an ongoing problem and next time I won’t be as lenient. What’s your name?”
“Mathew. I have a friend inside the bar. I sent him ahead of me. Did he send you to help me?”
“Chad’s a good kid. I need to thank him too, these trouble makers have been giving my business a hard time for weeks now, and attacking any humans who try and visit.
“Did you tell me your name? I can’t remember if you told me already. Forgive me if I asked already. My head is pounding really bad.” Mathew put his palm against his temple where the throbbing was the worst.
“My name is Warren. I own Blood and Sex and you took quite a beating for a human. I can get you something which will help you to heal faster. I think you need a drink. Why don’t I escort you inside and we can talk more about it in there?” The vamp came close to him, wrapping his arms around Mathew’s shoulders. Not many guys could do that because most men weren’t even close to his size, but most men wouldn’t be touching him that way. The vampire must have thought he was some weak ass loser to have to support him like this, but Mathew didn’t really want to struggle. It felt nice to lean against someone else and besides the guy smelled really good, like an exotic spice and leather.
It was doing strange things to him, stirring senses he didn’t know existed and strangely enough his cock was also very interested in the man next to him, but he wasn’t gay. He didn’t swing for the home team and he needed to make it perfectly clear to Warren that he wasn’t going to turn gay either.
“Fuck, I should probably tell you. I’m not gay.” Mathew ran a hand through his short blond hair looking at the vampire for the first time really hard. He was attractive, looked slightly older, but his features were frozen in time. He looked to be maybe thirty. Mature. But how old was he really? He could be a thousand years old for all Mathew knew.
Warren didn’t miss a beat. He kept his warm strong arm around his shoulders and Mathew continued to lean against him during the walk to the bar in the distance. Faint music grew louder as they approached the steps under the neon sign. Beneath the fan of his lashes, he saw a faint tug of a smile on Warren’s face and if he wasn’t mistaken, laughter underlying his words as he responded, “I don’t remember asking if you were, Mathew.”
