Total Word count these parts 6363
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 1Author: charisstoma
Word count: 881
The flight of stairs was inviting, the dark texture of the stones so solidly uncompromising under the lush living greenery spilling over it at the sides. The blades of those plants seemed to stretch towards whoever mounted those steps.
Everett paused. The advertisement had said, ‘Cash for those who dare. Donate blood. We do all the Work.’ The house at the top of the stairs didn’t look like a Blood Bank. The time of day was late too, but he’d thought that the appointment had been arranged with the idea of being able to fit the donating around people’s day time jobs. That had worked for him, he’d spent all day going from interview to interview and had had time for quick stop to pick up a burger before showing up here.
Taking a breath, he started climbing hoping that this wouldn’t take too long. The appointment made on-line had seemed efficient and clinical, a little creepy and anonymous; user name: guest, password: blood. There’d been a few questions about his medical history once he’d filled in the normal; age, gender, weight, blood type. Sexual orientation wasn’t that odd an addition to the list anymore and he expected it when the little popup box questioned his last HIV test date and results. Evidently his answers were judged to be acceptable as he was told to check back the next day using his log-in information. And so, here he was climbing ‘interesting’ stairs towards an equally ‘interesting’ house, he blew out a breath to ease his tension.
The door was solid, no windows, and looked able to withstand any attack from a zombie apocalypse. Perhaps these were survivalists, who were prepping for all eventualities. The hill the house stood on could easily hide quite a large underground compound. He scanned the front of the house and spotted the cameras discretely concealed under the eaves and nodded to himself, ‘Yep, preppers. Best to get this over and done and back to trying to make a living in the present.’
The door opened silently before he even sought out the doorbell, revealing a mirrored antechamber that gave the illusion of openness in the small space of the common elevator. He’d been in such an elevator once at a hospital and had the same reaction. There was something unsettling about seeing multiples of yourself reflected from whatever direction you looked. The door behind him had closed just as soundlessly as it had opened and the wall in front of him slid to the side.
“Ah, you are punctual. That is a favorable attribute in a donor. Please follow me and we’ll get you hooked up.” The woman wore a closed smile and a costume somewhat like a nurse dressed as a governess with long skirts in dark muted colors.
‘Okay, so maybe a Steampunk club or variation there of.’ He shrugged internally. It was getting curiouser and curiouser but the room she led him to was nice. The lights were dimmed and there was a large comfortable recliner next to a small table with a quaint linen cloth draped down over the top. There was no sign of the implements of torture and he found himself smiling at the whimsical thought.
“If you could take off your jacket and shirt please? I will need to do a small verifying physical; nothing more than temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. Here let me place a cloth over the chair.” She fit the action to the words and carried out the mini-exam with the efficiency of the long practice. Again she gave that closed mouth smile, “You seem to be a bit excited. That happens more often than you’d think with such affairs, especially with first time donors. We are very avant-garde and have nitrous oxide available, just enough to take the edge off nerves.”
Before he knew it a mask was over his mouth and nose.
“Breathe deeply please. Afterwards you’ll be given a large glass of orange juice and some oxygen to counteract the effects.” The smile sweetened or the laughing gas was working. “I’ll send in your individual now, I think you are ready.” She patted him on the shoulder, “Any arrangement for other services are between the two of you and usually are reflected in the monetary amount paid to you.”
Everett didn’t even notice as she left. A man in evening attire entered and smiled at him.
“Oh, you are perfect.” He pulled up a chair beside the recliner and sat. “I need to prepare you,” and the smile widened, “so luscious.” Fingers played over Everett’s chest, cool fingers circling and then scraping lightly over his nipples before rolling them. “Absolutely perfect,” was said as lips mouthed over the plains of his abdomen and a hand worked the zipper of his pants. Cool air fanned over his rapidly stiffening cock and a kiss was placed over the small mouth at its head. “You set such a delectable table, I don’t know where to start,” was breathed near his ear. “I think with a kiss to the lips,” and Everett felt chilled lips on his own before the sucking nip as he was savored.
His cock grew under the expert manipulation of his diner’s grasp and waited for its turn, probably for dessert.
Title:Taking Steps: Date by Appointment part 2Author: charisstoma
Word count: 570
http://www.redcrossblood.org/donating-blood/donation-faqs“Drink, you need to replenish your fluids,” Everett heard as he came out of his daze. He could still feel the impression marks from the oxygen mask when his fingers holding his straw brushed his cheek. The experience had been extreme, ‘and that’s what having la petite mort feels like,’ he told himself.
“Payment will be waiting for you when you are ready. Your diner was most fulsome in his appreciation and is willing to set another date if you are amenable for future dining. We recommend a waiting period of 8 weeks before re-engaging in donation. Additionally we would discourage sharing contact information with your diner. This is a protected environment for both donor and diner. We provide safe interactions but if you do form an agreement with your donor, you are encouraged to get a contract and register it with us. If you have any problems, with health or diner harassment, or” she shrugged, “anything else that would impact your ability to donate, feel free to contact us. Now I’ll leave you to recover yourself. When you are feeling adequate to leaving, press the button to the left of the door. There is a room to freshen up right over there,” and she nodded to somewhere behind him. We hope to see you in future.”
Everett let his head fall back against the recliner and sipped more of the orange juice, digesting all the information he’d just been given. ‘Diner. The donation was feeding someone blood.’
He remembered the nipping kisses, ‘his diner’ had liked sucking on his bottom lip. Giving a snort, it was a good thing he’d never given into getting his nipples pierced, they had been the next thing suckled on. He ran a finger over one nubbin and started coughing as he inhaled some of the juice. Sensitive. Not painful but right on the edge like a mosquito bite and just as productive of a need to worry at the flesh more. He’d never realized how much he got off on nipple play before.
Shaking his head, ‘do I want to even know what my cock is like’. His ‘diner’ had been most comprehensive, he thought and wiggled a bit in the chair which thankfully was well padded. Instead of going for the gold, so to speak, he’d found himself kneeling bare bottom up, and woah could that man move fast as if Everett would change his mind. Playful little nips and kisses had been administered to his ass cheeks as those cool fingers had explored and teased.
Snickering, ‘a person hasn’t lived until they’ve actually had cold hard digits up their ass rubbing at places only read about in gay porn books.’ Levering himself out of the chair, ‘Alright, if my cock can pop an erection, it is time to get up and get out.’
The bathroom facilities spared no luxury. Easily he could see being a kept menu regular but then again …
He snorted, ‘they say that you fall in love with the person that pops your cherry. I’ve been popped and,’ pausing as the pit of his stomach curdled slightly, ‘it doesn’t feel right for it to be anyone else but him next time.’
Snorting was getting to be a habit, ‘Love at first bite,’ there was a cheesy Dracula movie named that. ‘I really hope I’m not losing my classiness,’ he snickered, ‘like I had it to begin with.’
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 3Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1333
http://www.rnceus.com/cbc/cbcrbc.htmlhttp://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/polycythemia-vera/basics/symptoms/con-20031013I've read of this condition, a long time ago, being discovered by a man setting off the metal detectors at the airport. He was lucky they did, it can be fatal.
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Four weeks had passed and Everett thought he might as well go for a checkup though he knew he was pushing it. He’d get his blood work done and while he was there ask the doctor about the headaches and dizziness he’d been having. The Blood Donation Clinic had said to contact them if anything came up and they had recommended a physician and made the appointment. The building was in that category of discrete medical office chic. Everett smiled as he found himself climbing another set of stairs. The brass plate beside the double doors had several doctors’ names etched on it. There was serious money involved obviously.
“Hello. Can I help you?” the bright smiling woman asked from behind the desk.
“I’ve an appointment set up with Dr. Gordon for 4 o’clock. My name’s Everett Brewster,” he responded in an ‘I’ve done this before’ voice or at least he tried to give it that appearance.
“Of course, Mr. Brewster. As this is your first time with Dr. Gordon, could you please fill out these forms. I’ll inform his nurse that you have arrived.”
Everett resisted rolling his eyes and it occurred to him that bringing a copy of his patient records from his normal physician wouldn’t be a bad idea if he was going to make this a habit. Probably wouldn’t get him out of filling out the forms though.
“Mr. Brewster? If you would follow me please.” He hadn’t finished his paperwork yet.
“Um?” he said lifting clipboard to show he was still on the first page.
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to take your vitals and draw a blood specimen.” The nurse laughed, “It’ll give you something to do while you’re waiting for the doctor in our traditionally airy backless exam gowns.”
“O-kay.” There really wasn’t anything to say to that, well except, “as long as it’s the traditionally airy variety.” That had earned him another laugh and a pat on the shoulder before he’d found himself seated, back suitably air exposed with a cold stethoscope listening to his various traditional organs.
“All that’s needed now before the Doctor sees you is you filling out the rest of that form and a little pin prick.” She drew two vials of blood, frowning slightly.
The nurse had been smiling before, it was odd for a nurse to be blood sensitive so that couldn’t be it. Especially since the doctor she worked with must have other vampire interactive clients. He glanced down at the blood. It was kind of darker than he was used to.
“Looks like I’m running rich there.”
She glanced up at him as she pressed the small gauze pad to the needle before drawing it out. “Rich. Does look like it, doesn’t it. Here hold this and bend your arm. I’ll be back with your results for the doctor. I’m fast so you’ve got about 5 minutes to finish that paperwork, 10 tops.”
“Sure. No pressure.” But he was talking to an empty, but for him, exam room. It was 7 minutes.
“Hello, Mr. Brewster. How are you feeling today? Let me see if you’ve got your homework done first though.”
Meekly Everett handed over the clipboard and hoped he’d answered all the questions correctly. Yeah there were no right answers, he knew that, but call him competitive.
“I see you’ve put down headaches and dizziness. Tell me, when you take a warm shower, how do you feel?”
“I kind of itch but talc helps.” The doctor nodded.
“Any shortness of breath; tingling or pain in any of your extremities?”
“No, not really. Just the normal for exercise,” the doctor looked at him, “for the breathing. No pain, no tingling.”
“Okay, why don’t I have you lay back and I’ll palpate your abdomen and then we’ll talk.”
There was the normal finding and pressing to discomfort at various places on his belly ending with a concentrated torture by fingers on his upper left side.
‘Do doctors even know that they make interesting hmmm noises while they do this?’ Everett wondered.
“Thank you, you can sit up now. Tell me about your time donating blood for consumption. This was your first time wasn’t it? Have you ever donated blood in the normal way before?”
Everett could feel the blush in a rising burn in his face. “How specific do you want to know?”
“On what sites were you bitten and how long and intensive was the feeding? You don’t need to tell me duration of the session or the immediate after-effects as those were forwarded to me.”
“Um,” can one die of blushing, “lips, nipples, buttocks, and cock. It was most intense on my nipples and my cock received a lot of attention but the nicks there were small and concentrated on the head. Those last two were where the most sucking was done, mainly my nipples. They ached for days after. I guess,” Everett hesitated, “he could tell I really enjoyed that. I lost consciousness when I came so I don’t know what happened right after that but it seemed a normal blowjob except for the occasional nipping.”
“Tell me about your diet and are you taking vitamins? Has you made any changes since the feeding?”
“Well, I starting taking a multi-vitamin ‘cause, you know, I wanted to build up my blood for next time. But otherwise, I’m eating pretty much as I’ve always done. McDonald’s dollar menu is my standard; McDouble, McChicken, all with fries, sometimes a salad, and then a cone if I feel like it. I’ve got two part time jobs now and one of them is at McDonalds.” He smiled, “Free food.” He could swear the doctor muttered something.
“So the only thing different in your diet is the addition of one multi-vitamin, yes? Have you changed your exercise to be more active?”
“Only the one vitamin a day, well I do take a calcium ‘cause I don’t get enough dairy in my diet and my Mom used to nag me about that. Exercise, I’ve been walking places to save money and it’s supposed to be good cardiovascular.” He shrugged, “that’s all.”
“Well, Mr Brewster your health is good, though I’m not pleased with your diet, but you’ve an elevated red blood cell count. You’re exhibiting some of the symptoms of polycythemia vera which is a disease that has an abnormal increase in red blood cells.. There’s no known cause for it but my colleagues and I suspect that it might be a response to the depletion of blood resulting from the feeding that takes place at the donation clinic you’ve recently visited. Normal blood donations causes an increase in RBC as does extreme exercise. We’ll monitor it but I’m clearing you to donate immediately. In fact it would probably be beneficial for you to bring down your RBC if you are having headaches and dizziness from this. At your next donation, I’ll have them draw a specimen before and after and send them to me. Don’t change anything else until you hear from my office or the donation clinic. Alright?” he patted Everett on the shoulder.
What can you say to a doctor who has just told you you have a condition that you know next to nothing about? You gulp and said, “Okay,” and sigh with relief when the secretary out front tells you that the Donation Clinic is picking up the tab.
There were text messages on his cell phone; the first was from McDonalds telling him that they needed him ASAP. Oh goody, dinner tonight. The second was from the Blood Donation Clinic suggesting a dinner date with his previous diner for the day after tomorrow at 4 o’clock again, if that fit into his schedule. If he was not needing to be home that night, his dinner companion would like to participate in his recovery aftercare and monitoring at the Clinic.
Everett texted back, ‘be there in 30’ to work and, ‘yes, that sounds alright’ to the other.
Title:Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 4Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1468
Here he was confronted by those stairs again. The greenery on either side of them looked the same in the twilight. ‘Was the thing about vampires and sunlight true or a myth? Hmm, something for after dinner conversation, maybe.’
Everett wiggled his shoulders, feeling the jacket settle more comfortably on them or maybe it was that it lessened the tension in them if only for a moment. This was a job, just another job, but it felt like a real date. He’d showered and debated if he put on cologne whether it would offend vampire senses. Putting a hand up in front of his face, he exhaled to see if his breath smelled okay or if the minty toothpaste was still in evidence. With a final flexing of his wings, as his Grandma used to call them, he started up the stairs to confront the door. The door opened on its own even more readily than the first time and he wondered how long and how far their cameras were set to viewing.
Once past the mirrored airlock of an entry the same woman was waiting with a more open smile. Her fangs were showing.
“We are so glad that you have returned. You look quite well but we will do the mini-exam and blood sample first before your diner joins you. If at any time in the future you’d like to have a different diner, remember that is an option for you.”
“um, I kind of like him.”
She made a moue that changed to a friendly smile. “It is often so for new donors. We always love our first ones, do we not.”
The exam went as it had at the previous time but she noticed his eyes flinch away as she drew the blood.
“You are bothered by needles or is it the blood?”
“Needles. If I don’t watch I’m fine but I can’t even watch anyone else or even a live animal skin be pierced by a needle. I try to faint.”
“Try?”
“Nausea, hot and cold sweat, headache, rubber bands for knees, needing to put my head on the table fainting. Once I even saw match flames floating in the air. That was bizarre but I was kind of busy calculating if I could make it 10 feet to the restroom to be sick.”
“I will remember that and warn you before I do any other drawings. This did not interfere with your last visit to us, did it?”
“No.” Everett smiled. “I was kind of distracted and I don’t mind blood but I’d probably have trouble with cutting which reminds me that inside me I’m a steak.”
She smiled, “Would you like the nitrous oxide again?”
“No, I think I’m good. Don’t want to be dependent on it and all.”
Her, “Some do,” was interrupted by a short rap and the door opening. “Someone is eager,” was said in reprimand.
It was interesting to see the two vampires trade a showing of teeth as they passed each other before his diner’s focus switched to Everett. The door slid shut and he leaned back against it, his hands behind him.
“Could you stand please?” As Everett stood, his diner paused and then came towards him to a stroke fingers over the curve of flesh beside a nipple. “You are still as perfect as I remembered. Turn for me.”
Everett wanted to ask for a kiss and he had to remind himself that it wasn’t a real date. The man just liked to enjoy his food. Tiny kisses were placed on the back of his neck and one shoulder as hands slid around his waist pulling him back against the firm body behind him. “You are beautiful,” he heard as the hands moved up to cup his nipples, exploring and brushing over the sensitive tips. Down on either side of his abdomen the hands traveled to stop at the waist band of his trousers, flipping the closure open and lowering the zipper. His underwear couldn’t contain his revealed cock and clever fingers played with the leaking tip through the fabric. There was a sigh beside his ear, “yesss,” and teeth scraped lightly over the meat of his shoulder.
“I’m getting ahead of myself,” was said with amusement. “Let us get you totally unwrapped. I want to see the total package.” The diner went over to the chair he used the previous time and sat, picking up and spread the napkin to lay over his lap. With a smile, “I’m ready. Turn away from me and bare the rest of your perfection. Pay no attention to the napkin. I’m anticipating drooling,” the last part was said airily with a flip of the hand.
Shaking his head in amusement he toed off his shoes, had a short debate over whether to take off his pants first and then his underwear or both at the same time while catching the socks as he removed each pants leg. This was not a strip tease, he wouldn’t be comfortable doing a strip tease, besides there was no sexy way to remove socks and this seemed like the best way. Economical. As he bent shoving the pants down to his ankles there was a moan from the chair behind him. Pausing to have a short, strict and totally ineffective talk with his cock, he smoothly slipped one leg and sock off then shifted his weight to remove the other side.
“You alright over there? I thought I heard someone in pain,” he said as he stood back up folding his pants neatly and holding them center front from the waist shoving socks into pockets as he turned. The napkin was crumpled slightly as if it had been fisted but his diner was still in the chair.
“You are a tease,” was said back. “It’s a good thing I have great self control of my appetites, all of them. Come here pet and do get rid of those pants before you walk over here. I’m too old to whine and I want to see all of you.”
Carefully placing his pants over near his other clothes, which displayed his body from other angles, he turned and walked towards the other male watching his eyes darken as they stroked up from the obvious place of interest.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
Everett blushed.
“Good.” A finger reached out and stroked up Everett’s cock catching a drop from the tip to be licked it off. “Ever been with another male before anally,” there was a saucy grin up at Everett, “other than me?”
At Everett’s red faced head shake, “No? I like that. It was only my fingers but I find that gratifying. How is it that you seem to not be surprised by the things I have done with you?”
‘Anytime now my nose will start bleeding, my head is so full of blood,’ he thought before taking a breath, “internet has gay porn.”
“Movies or fiction?”
‘I am going to die.’ “Both. But mainly fiction,” he gasped out.
With a playful smile the diner coyly looked up at him, “I’m making this hard for you,” and then he chuckled. “Let’s see if we can make you more comfortable or uncomfortable.” He snickered and stood tucking the napkin into his waistband and walked into Everett into a full body kiss, nipping and suckling his lips.
Everett snaked his arms around the other male holding on as they rocked gently back and forth. How the other did it, he wasn’t sure but Everett found himself off the floor and into the recliner still attached at the mouth. The chair was in the correct position and ‘he’ was leaning over him trying a different angle before kissing down his neck to attack a nipple. He cried out and arched up into the cool lips encircling him, pulling at his nipple while small nips drew blood. Sometime in there he’d wrapped his arms around the other’s head and shoulder holding him in place.
There was a pause and then a chuckle at his chest, “Pet you have to let go a little. You have another nipple that needs me as much as I need it.”
“Oh!”
“No don’t let go. I like your arms holding me to you.” And the other nipple was similarly tortured with sweetness.
Gasping, “I’m going to come.”
“Not … yet.”
A cool hand grasped the base of Everett’s cock, two fingers reaching lower to squeeze. Just enough pain and yet it felt good, so good. He felt his hips lunge up into the grasp and then scissor down and up. There was a purring around his nipple and an extra sharp nip. How he didn’t come from that alone, he did not know.
“Please…..” and his arms clung more tightly.
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment part 5Author: charisstoma
Word count: 304
Short I know. *sighs*
“He’s still sleeping. We’ve the room for another 6 hours. Leave us.”
“There is a need to take a blood specimen, for the time after feeding, to access his RBC.”
“Wouldn’t it make more sense to take that specimen when he’s awake and rested before he leaves? It is unethical to draw blood when a person is unconscious.”
There was a sigh, “I need to take his vital signs as well. The blood draw can wait a few hours but the mini-exam needs to be done now and your consort called to inquire after events.”
“I’ll call Stephen later when I know more.” In exasperation,“Alright! Do your exam and then leave.”
“It would be helpful if you were not hovering possessively over your most recent meal.”
There was the rustle of clothing, before the feel of a blood pressure cuff being placed around his arm happened and then a cold stethoscope.
“Couldn’t you have least warmed up the instrument before applying it to him,” was hissed.
“I’m no more human than you are and I haven’t had the opportunity to feed or cuddle with his warmth,” was hissed back. “He’s awake,” was said with some surprise at Everett’s flinch.
Eyes still closed Everett mumbled, “m’not.” His hand sought out the blanket and encountered another hand, not as warm as his but it was pulling the blanket further up and tucking it around him.
“I still need to take your temperature,” something was fitted into his ear briefly and then, “I’ll be back to take the specimen in 3 hours.”
“How not awake are you, sweetling?” was asked in amused concern as a solid body fitted itself behind him, drawing him into enclosing arms. Everett didn’t answer, falling back into sleep as a kiss was lightly pressed in back of his ear. It was nice.
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 6
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 880
Follows from Part 5
Everett woke to a not warm, but not cool, hand stroking his belly with danger of going lower. He nudged his hips up towards that hand on its downward path and heard a quiet laugh.
“Are you awake sweetling?”
Stretching his arms up from under the warmth of the blanket, he brought them down again and nestled back into the body behind him, “m’be.”
There was another quiet laugh and a kiss to behind his ear followed by a sigh, “Then we must inform Sonya to come do the last part for your medical assessment. Do not be alarmed if I growl, it’s a possessive thing amongst my kind.” The body behind him moved to get up.
“Don’t,” Everett inwardly cringed at how needy that sounded and swallowed, “I’m feeling a bit …” There was no other word for it but he changed it as a word did come, “dependent, right now and I’ve got this needle phobia thing going.”
“It’s probably not a good thing for me to be near another of my kind if they are drawing blood from you. It will make Sonya nervous,” was said hesitantly.
Everett blinked and sat up holding the blanket to his chest like a shy maiden, really looking at the other male. The eyes were intense, pupils blow wide. There was a faint blush to the cheeks and looking at the lips, you really couldn’t tell that this wasn’t an everyday person you could meet on the street.
“Do you burn if you’re out in the sun? You know, like the myths say.”
A smile pulled at the other’s lips, “I would be running around like a man being chased by bees looking for shade.” Those lips opened a bit wider, “The sun bites.”
A thought came to Everett, “What time is it?” he asked with worry casting his eyes around for a clock. “You’re not going to have to go out in the sun are you?”
“I’m in no danger, sweetling.”
There was a knock at the door and the woman, ‘Sonya’, he told himself, entered carrying a tray with more juice and a cloth napkin laid over small objects. ‘Discretion, yeah, mustn’t scare the needle phobe.’
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay.” He tried for a smile, “I know what’s behind the napkin, Oh Great and Mighty Oz.”
Sonya full out grinned at him. “And here I thought I could mislead you with the juice.”
He played along, “Jooo-ce. Ummmm. Yes joooce.” There was a laugh from the other side of the room.
“Connell, you really should be leaving now. Stephen is waiting in the car,” Sonya said in reproof.
There was a growl, “I will stay until after the blood is drawn and he is dressed.”
“Everett. My name is Everett,” was said with a raised chin earning him a smile from one and a sighed shaking of the head from the other.
“My self control is flawless. I was safe with him last time. He’ll be quite safe with me this time and I’ve already drawn a blood specimen from him once.” She stopped, rising fast as Connell came across the room towards her.
“People? I’m right here. See me? I’m drinking my juice,” brought both heads around to look at him. “Ooooh, scary.” Everett pointed his finger at one of the two fanged faces, “You were right. And you’re being scary. I can do this. You should go.”
“Are you sure, pet?”
“Yes.” He flipped his hand in a shoo motion towards the door and after Connell looked at him for a few minutes more before heading towards the door, he gave a soft, “Thank you.”
Connell turned from the hall and smiled at him, “Next time?”
“Yes.”
Everett turned to Sonya, “Okay,” he drew in a breath, “let’s do the bloodletting and then let’s dish.”
Sonya frowned, “Dish?”
“Stephen’s his consort? And he doesn’t mind that Connell,” Everett asked uncertainly at the presumption, “and I are doing the sex thing while he’s feeding?”
There was a smile, “The ‘sex thing while feeding’ is quite normal, it sweetens the blood of the donor. It’s also normal for a certain possessiveness to come into play if there’s another of us close to our recent meal.” She paused, “You did that very well, defusing the situation.”
“Do your kind,” he was pussyfooting around the vampire word, “ever share blood donors while feeding?” he asked hesitantly.
“Not usually. There is only so much blood available that can be taken safely from one person.” The needle was slipped in smoothly and Everett did not watch.
“There isn’t a website or anything where I could learn this? I feel very stupid.”
Sonya stood up, “Ah, but then what would one talk about after feeding?” she said smiling. “I’ll leave you to finish your juice and get dressed. You don’t need to rush. The results should be available at the medical clinic within a few days. You should call for a follow up. We will be informed of the results by them as well but call us if you have any questions and, if you still want, to set up your next meeting with your diner.” Moving towards the door, “Remember, you can request a different diner if you change your mind.”
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 6
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 880
Follows from Part 5
Everett woke to a not warm, but not cool, hand stroking his belly with danger of going lower. He nudged his hips up towards that hand on its downward path and heard a quiet laugh.
“Are you awake sweetling?”
Stretching his arms up from under the warmth of the blanket, he brought them down again and nestled back into the body behind him, “m’be.”
There was another quiet laugh and a kiss to behind his ear followed by a sigh, “Then we must inform Sonya to come do the last part for your medical assessment. Do not be alarmed if I growl, it’s a possessive thing amongst my kind.” The body behind him moved to get up.
“Don’t,” Everett inwardly cringed at how needy that sounded and swallowed, “I’m feeling a bit …” There was no other word for it but he changed it as a word did come, “dependent, right now and I’ve got this needle phobia thing going.”
“It’s probably not a good thing for me to be near another of my kind if they are drawing blood from you. It will make Sonya nervous,” was said hesitantly.
Everett blinked and sat up holding the blanket to his chest like a shy maiden, really looking at the other male. The eyes were intense, pupils blow wide. There was a faint blush to the cheeks and looking at the lips, you really couldn’t tell that this wasn’t an everyday person you could meet on the street.
“Do you burn if you’re out in the sun? You know, like the myths say.”
A smile pulled at the other’s lips, “I would be running around like a man being chased by bees looking for shade.” Those lips opened a bit wider, “The sun bites.”
A thought came to Everett, “What time is it?” he asked with worry casting his eyes around for a clock. “You’re not going to have to go out in the sun are you?”
“I’m in no danger, sweetling.”
There was a knock at the door and the woman, ‘Sonya’, he told himself, entered carrying a tray with more juice and a cloth napkin laid over small objects. ‘Discretion, yeah, mustn’t scare the needle phobe.’
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay.” He tried for a smile, “I know what’s behind the napkin, Oh Great and Mighty Oz.”
Sonya full out grinned at him. “And here I thought I could mislead you with the juice.”
He played along, “Jooo-ce. Ummmm. Yes joooce.” There was a laugh from the other side of the room.
“Connell, you really should be leaving now. Stephen is waiting in the car,” Sonya said in reproof.
There was a growl, “I will stay until after the blood is drawn and he is dressed.”
“Everett. My name is Everett,” was said with a raised chin earning him a smile from one and a sighed shaking of the head from the other.
“My self control is flawless. I was safe with him last time. He’ll be quite safe with me this time and I’ve already drawn a blood specimen from him once.” She stopped, rising fast as Connell came across the room towards her.
“People? I’m right here. See me? I’m drinking my juice,” brought both heads around to look at him. “Ooooh, scary.” Everett pointed his finger at one of the two fanged faces, “You were right. And you’re being scary. I can do this. You should go.”
“Are you sure, pet?”
“Yes.” He flipped his hand in a shoo motion towards the door and after Connell looked at him for a few minutes more before heading towards the door, he gave a soft, “Thank you.”
Connell turned from the hall and smiled at him, “Next time?”
“Yes.”
Everett turned to Sonya, “Okay,” he drew in a breath, “let’s do the bloodletting and then let’s dish.”
Sonya frowned, “Dish?”
“Stephen’s his consort? And he doesn’t mind that Connell,” Everett asked uncertainly at the presumption, “and I are doing the sex thing while he’s feeding?”
There was a smile, “The ‘sex thing while feeding’ is quite normal, it sweetens the blood of the donor. It’s also normal for a certain possessiveness to come into play if there’s another of us close to our recent meal.” She paused, “You did that very well, defusing the situation.”
“Do your kind,” he was pussyfooting around the vampire word, “ever share blood donors while feeding?” he asked hesitantly.
“Not usually. There is only so much blood available that can be taken safely from one person.” The needle was slipped in smoothly and Everett did not watch.
“There isn’t a website or anything where I could learn this? I feel very stupid.”
Sonya stood up, “Ah, but then what would one talk about after feeding?” she said smiling. “I’ll leave you to finish your juice and get dressed. You don’t need to rush. The results should be available at the medical clinic within a few days. You should call for a follow up. We will be informed of the results by them as well but call us if you have any questions and, if you still want, to set up your next meeting with your diner.” Moving towards the door, “Remember, you can request a different diner if you change your mind.”
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 7
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 927
Continues from Part 6
Between the one class he was auditing and flipping burgers under the golden arches, Everett mulled over his situation and fretted. He was ‘the other woman’ or he felt like one. Sure the wife didn’t mind his consort having ‘a bit on the side’ but ‘the bit on the side’ found he did. It was that or he really wasn’t any different than this burger he was frying up, just done very, very rare. He found himself snorting, rare but pre-seasoned to sweetness. It came down to, he needed to talk to his diner. ‘Diner’; he was restricting himself from calling him by name and if there was a tiny echo in the back of his mind that whispered Connell, well he was ignoring it. With a shrug, it was time to call the medical clinic for his results, so he could move on with things.
With each of the phone’s buzzing ringing on the other end, he could feel the tension building along his spine. Would they give him the go ahead to donate again and when? He found himself rocking as he waited.
“Hello, please give your patient number and which physician you are wanting to contact.”
“Hi. Um, patient number 29431 and…” She cut him off.
“Oh, hello. Yes, we’ve been waiting for your call. When can you come in for a consult with the doctor?”
‘She’s awfully chipper for someone talking to a person dying or seriously sick …,’ he thought darkly, ‘unless that was their strategy.’
“Thursday?”
“There is an opening on Thursday. We’ve also got an opening today if you’re available. Our hours can be pushed back until quite late.” She was still buoyantly friendly to the point of bright happy smiles shining through the phone.
‘Well shit. I’m dying.’ A little voice said in his ear, ‘or they really think you’ve got something interesting.’ He told that little voice to shut up and found himself asking, “When today?”
“How soon can you get here?”
‘Eager, much?’ He checked his watch, “If you don’t mind me coming straight from work smelling like burgers, about 45 minutes.”
“That will be fine. I’ll tell the doctor. We’ll see you then.”
‘Why do I have the feeling that she is running through the halls yelling,’ we’ve got him! ‘And maybe after all this time I’ve developed clairvoyance.’ He shook his head at his foolishness and started walking, it would be twilight before he got there and dark by the time he started walking back.
The receptionist was waiting, smiling her bright smile, “Oh good, you’re even a little earlier than the 45 minutes you said. You’re the last patient of the day and all costs are already paid. Dr. Gordon or his nurse will see you out at the end of the consult.” She inserted the key in the lock on the entry door and turned it before pressing the button on the intercom. “Dr. Gordon’s patient is here.”
The same motherly nurse as before popped through the double doors leading into the reception area smiling, “Good evening, Mr. Brewster. How are you feeling today? Let me take your vitals and draw some more blood and then I’ll leave you with the doctor.”
‘I’m hypersensitive. That’s all that it is. They aren’t any more friendly than last time. Yeah and I’m lying to myself.’
The nurse waited as he took off his shirt and didn’t bother to give him a gown. Swiftly he was weighed, bp cuffed, and had a thermometer stuck in his ear. He hardly had time to avert his eyes before his arm was swiped with the alcohol patch and the needle pricked.
“I’ll tell the doctor that you’re ready. Keep him talking until I get this analyzed,” the nurse said giving his shoulder a squeeze.
‘The doctor has to have been on the other side of the door,’ Everett thought sarcastically, ‘because look here he is.’
“Mr. Brewster, thank you for coming in so quickly. You do have the medical condition, polycythemia vera, that we discussed last visit here. The two specimens drawn at the Donation Clinic show that your red blood cell count rebounded very quickly in the few weeks that you waited before donating again. I’m waiting to see the latest draw results. How are you feeling?”
“Nervous?” He drew in a breath, “what exactly will this mean if I’ve got this condition?”
“The symptoms that you complained about before would be some that you should expect. There are others that may present if your condition is not treated. There are medications that you can take or you can do it the old fashioned way and donate blood, often. We’ll know more with this last draw which,” the doctor glanced at his watch and smiled at Everett, “seems to be running a bit long on the assessment. Millie must be counting each platelet.”
There was a knock on the door and Millie walked in paper in hand. “Ah thank you. Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He paused, then directing the question to the nurse, “You’re sure?”
“I ran it twice and then did it again.”
“Young man, your RBC hasn’t changed. How long ago was your visit to the Donation Clinic?”
“Seven days,” Everett responded weakly. “That’s bad, isn’t it?”
The doctor smiled encouragingly, “Yes and no. It makes you perfect for the Donation Clinic if that’s what you want to do with your life. You could practically feed one of the individuals three times a week. You’d need monitoring for a bit just to be sure.”
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