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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 15 - 19
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Parts 15 - 19
Author: charisstoma
Previous word counts
Parts 1 – 7 = 6363
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Parts 8 – 14 = 7033
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Parts 15- 19 = 5194
Running total = 18590
Part 15
Word count: 1272
The shirt stroked over his nipples that would get him fired if he gave into it by frotting his chest against the wall to try and ease the hunger. Three days of suckling on them could do that to any person, he told himself, but not every person had an expert able to turn you into a hyped up sexually crazed bloodly nipple slut. He loved it, he craved it, and … his phone played the opening tones of The Imperial March from Star Wars. The Blood Donation Clinic was calling him. How did they get his number?!
“You going to get that? I’ll cover for you.”
Everett clamped his hand over the phone, trying to muffle the ring. “Isn’t it time one of us did the restroom checks? Think it’s suddenly my turn,” he said hurriedly, “and thanks.”
Daze grinned at him, “no prob. Saw a guy panic and drop his cell into the fryer once to shut it up. All that grease and the battery,” he shook his head. “Had to operate on one fryer until we could empty that side and Larry took workmen’s for the burns.” He shook his head, “Micky D’s just not Micky D’s without fries.”
In the men’s room he hurriedly switched the phone to vibrate. His luck, the clinic’d be calling right when he switched it back on otherwise. Better too, to know if they were multi-calling him. How anxious were they to get their hands on him? Odd that Connell hadn’t barreled into his mind yet. Where’s my own special vampire mind reader when I need him? After checking bathroom tissue and towel levels and the state of the floor and fixtures in both restrooms, all good as they weren’t all that busy yet, he signed off on the action sheet and quickly washed his hands before returning to behind the counter.
“All good?”
“They’re fine.”
As the first patrons started to trickle in for the meal rush the manager passed by Daze and him, “Good timing on the restroom checks. Next time take care of your cell before clocking in, ‘K? We don’t offer fried phones on the menu.” She shuddered and went on towards the Takeout Window.
Their, “Yes, ma’am,” was quickly replaced by a happy chorus of “Welcome to MacDonalds. What can we serve you tonight?” Everett didn’t have time to wonder about Connell’s mental abstinence … much, he realized at the end of his shift when he made that lonely dumpster visit.
“One of your boyfriends is here for you,” his manager told him with a smile, “you can leave early if you want.” She scanned the closed restaurant, “there’s only the grill area to do and Daze can do that.”
Call him paranoid. He pulled out his phone and hit speed dial for Stephen. “Hey, is it you or Conn outside waiting for me?”
“What?! No! We’re both here. I was just getting ready to pick you up. SHIT!” In the background he heard Stephen shouting words at Connell. “We’ll be right there. Do not go out!”
Everett snapped the phone shut. “Not my boyfriend. I think I’ll help Daze do the clean up and stay inside until my ride does arrive.”
Eyes tense, she looked at him. “Good idea. Maybe I should call the cops.”
He shook his head, “Naw. My ride is bringing someone with him who’ll talk to whoever my stalker is out there.”
She nodded, travelling back to the office muttering fractured sentences that included, “bullet holes.” If she wasn’t going to call the cops, she was going to look up the company’s 24 hour emergency number for glass pane repairs. Probably both, Everett thought staring after her.
It took twelve minutes and one clean grill area for the cops to show up with two cars and thirteen minutes for Connell. Everett was out the door and standing next to Connell with Stephen on his other side as the man in the other vehicle was asked to step out of the car. “Warren,” Connell muttered.
“This the guy you called about Christie,” one cop called to the night manager.
Standing just outside the doors she called back, “that’s him.”
“License and registration, please sir.” Things were written down and cautions given before the police left believing it just another domestic misunderstanding.
Warren walked just close enough to speak without having to raise his voice. “Mr. Brewster, your friends at the Donation Clinic were just worried about you. Do you have a contract signed yet or are you still free to change your donating?” His attention turned to Connell, “We’ve not heard of any negotiations having been finalized. That’s strange isn’t it?”
“Not strange at all. We’re still in the courtship stage.”
“Courtship?! You’re going for a double consort? They’ll never let you get away with that, especially with this one.”
“Hey,” Everett interrupted, “I’m not anything like a slave. You can’t buy and sell me! I’m a free agent.” Both Warren and Connell hushed him. “Well, I’m not,” he said quieter.
“No, you’re not,” Warren agreed, “but until you’re negotiated and signed there are others who will try to convince you that you’ll be better with committed blood play with them or that less monogamous relations with many of us could give you as much pleasure, perhaps even more with than Connell. Variety is enjoyable. You could be a very wealthy man, with all the benefits that come with that. When you’re old, you’ll still have youthful sexual partners desiring to spend time with you.”
“That’s enough.”
“He’s still free to make his own decisions, Connell. He can choose any one or ones of us that he wants.”
Everett edged over towards Stephen who whispered to him, “Watch, they’re going to get into a pissing contest soon.”
“Did you bring popcorn?” he whispered back.
“No, there wasn’t time.”
“Too, bad.”
Two sets of eyes glared at them, though Connell’s held a twinkle.
“Here it comes,” Stephen whispered and moved over to meld his body into Connell’s side. Everett watched as with the proverbial cliché of lightning, Connell’s hand rose and delivered a resounding crack on Stephen’s lower cheeks where it remained possessively. Warren nodded and returned to his car driving off to leave the three in the parking lot.
“Don’t suppose that you’ve any ice and water we could avail ourselves of,” Connell asked.
“What … how are you going to use it?”
Stephen grinned at him in a grimace, “we’re like Boy Scouts. We come prepared.”
“Back in a sec.” Everett bounded into the restaurant to get an extra large glass of ice with water, and waving goodnight to Christie and Daze returning at a lope back out. Stephen was moaning softly where he stood on the far side in the shadows leaning folded against the car top. Connell was nowhere to be seen until Everett came around the front of the vehicle.
“Fill the ice bag that’s on the seat half way and then cap it,” Connell mentally told him and then because the link was still in place, “Now where else do you think a bruise will form, baby?” was asked to Stephen.
“Anywhere around there,” Stephen said vaguely. “There, oh there.”
“Why do I think this has nothing to do with where I nip you and everything to do with where my fingers are?”
“It’s because you’re a highly intelligent man and Everett better remember, I gave my ass for him.”
Everett was well aware and in great discomfort because of it. Being ‘a highly intelligent person’ Connell was too, warning, “Neither of you comes until after we get home.”
Part 16
Word count: 1089
‘Connell’s driving would be better on a racecourse,’ Everett cringed as the car took another swipe at a turn. ‘Guess I don’t have to worry too much about pre-maturely coming. The upholstery is going to have permanent indents from my nails.’ There was a laugh from the front of the car from Connell and then he moaned. Connell did an overlong glance down into his lap in Everett’s opinion and then Everett noticed where Stephen’s head was and what its movements entailed. ‘Oh shit,’ and he was back to hard discomfort again; Connell was usually the one giving not receiving.
“You,” Connell pointed at Everett, “cockring. You,” he pointed at Stephen, “Bed now and if either of you like those clothes you’ve got on, you’d better get them off. I’m going to go get the orange juice. You’re both going to need it.”
“What?”
With a smug smile, “they don’t like it when someone challenges what’s theirs. They don’t consider us things but we are theirs. You are going to feel very owned by the time morning comes around.” Stephen was quickly divesting himself of clothing sparing a moment to look at Everett. “He wasn’t kidding when he said if you liked them. You’ll look like Cinderella after the step-sisters got a hold of her.”
Everett went with less tidy folding and more throwing the clothes anywhere to get them off. Wrinkled clothing could be washed and ironed if need be. Shredded was dust cloths if there were large enough pieces left. There was barely time to finish and he was trying to snap the cockring on as Connell came through the door carrying a bucket filled with ice embedded around 2 glasses and the container of orange juice. His fangs gleamed as he smiled at Everett’s anxious fumbling to fit on his only allowed clothing.
“Let me sweetling.” Everett found himself accurately tossed onto the bed next to Stephen, Connell’s cool mouth sucking him up to full hardness and the cockring snapped firmly into place.
Turning his attention to Stephen, “Now what to do with you,” Connell grinned and reached down for a piece of ice popping into his mouth. “We wouldn’t want you to come before you’re properly sweetened and not enjoy the fullness of the loving.” The crack of the lube bottle on opening was loud in the room but it was Everett that got the first chilled fingers on him stroking over his cock, as Connell lowered his icy mouth onto Stephen. That was when Everett discovered that vampires could purr, as Stephen, in spite of the ice, cried out his completion. Everett didn’t last long the first time either as Connell switched his attentions to him and barely warm fingers stroked him inside.
The orange juice with the glasses rested comfortably in its melting bed of ice where the lube bottle somehow found its way after each use. It was Everett or Stephen who complained but Connell said that it made it easy to find it when he wanted it. Stephen punched him on the shoulder but the lube stayed easily found.
“Can you move?”
“Think so.”
“We’ve got to close the drapes.”
Everett groaned grumbling, “Why doesn’t he have an electric closing system again, that we can just push a button to do it?”
Mentally, “modern things sometimes glitch. Why trust important necessities to something like that when two sexy delicious men can do it and provide a much more appealing view.”
“YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED!”
“It’s restraint. I could gaze upon my lovelies and be struck by a hunger that would prevent the draperies being drawn until after the sun was up. We wouldn’t want that,” was said sleepily.
He said ‘thank you’ afterwards and gave into the daylight’s slumberous effects, Everett and Stephen curled up once again on either side.
“Why did he spank you like that in the parking lot?” Everett asked as they drew the draperies across the other windows in the house.
“Remember what I said about respect and vampires? My comment and what you said after, being disrespectful. Connell had to provide a show of discipline.” Stephen shrugged. “Warren knew that Connell would make it better once he’d left and they both were probably relieved that we broke up the confrontation they were swiftly escalating towards. It wasn’t a big show of disrespect and the discipline might have been meant to show you what could happen if you did enter into a contract instead of freelancing but he didn’t want to scare you into fleeing this area or even not considering him as a possible substitute.” He put the orange juice back into the refrigerator as Everett loaded the glasses in the dishwasher. “It’s all silly vampire games. Warren’s Connell’s friend.”
“Connell was still going to fight him for me?”
“If you don’t think that Connell is attached to you, you weren’t listening. He mentioned courtship. And even if that wasn’t the case, vampires are possessive of their food sources. That why there’s the Blood Donor Clinic. It’s controlled, safe for both individuals, and more importantly anonymous so that the vampire is less likely to become emotionally attached. You and Connell clicked.” He grinned, “and I’m glad to have a donor partner.” He moved to wrap his arms around Everett, “I like you,” he rubbed his hardening cock against Everett’s leg.
Laughing Everett pushed him away, “Tease, I can’t believe you have anything in you left after last night. I think my balls are empty.” Giggling, “You told him not to talk with his mouth full when he was whispering sweet nothings of what he was going to do to me.”
“The man needed to keep his mind on business and he was going to make you come while his mouth was on me if he kept that up.”
“I wouldn’t have, you know. Don’t know how he does it but I wasn’t going to be coming until he wanted me to. Believe me without the porn, I’d still have lost it from watching you with his fingers appearing and disappearing into your hole and you fucking into his mouth.” Everett grabbed for his crotch squeezing. “Fuck! I was nearly humping my tits on the wall at work, but this is just as bad and I’ve nothing left inside to give.”
Reaching into the refrigerator to retrieve the orange juice, “Bet you will … tonight,” was said with an evil smile, “if only for a snack. He should still be pretty full but that never stopped him.”
Part 17
Word count: 1012
Everett called in sick for the next couple days and he could tell that Christie was relieved and trying not to show it. She told him to take as many days as he needed and call when he ‘felt’ better. She’d find the hours for him.
“You have any bills that need paying?” Stephen asked quickly adding, “we can do them on-line. You heard Connell tell me to take care of things while he was gone. Having you feel secure that there’s a place for you to go back to if this doesn’t work out seems like one of those things that comes under that heading. Takes the pressure off…”
“…while plying me with all the perks of being a kept man,” Everett continued the sentence. “Do you know how much money I’m saving from not buying food?” he added sarcastically.
With a totally saccharine smile Stephen smirked, “all you have to do is lay back or on all fours or any position that a certain person thinks up and open your legs and let a giant mosquito suck on you while he brings you to orgasm after a length of time he determines. Don’t discount the quality of the eyes rolling up in your head sex that all you have to do for is beg.”
“Yeah, that last one.”
“So, your bed or mine tonight?”
“Why can’t we can’t sleep in his bed?”
“His space,” Stephen shrugged, “it won’t feel right. And we’re going to clean the room, something I don’t get to do often when he’s home. He’s either sleeping or wanting to S&F or writing. None of those things involve vacuuming or moving furniture to get into the corners. We obviously can’t have an outside cleaning service so that leaves me.” He smiled at Everett, “and now you, hopefully. That armoire alone is a two person job and we’ll have to take out the drawers, empty the shelves and then put them all back again ‘neatly’,” he rolled his eyes, “after we’re done.”
“You’re trying to keep me from worrying, aren’t you?” He waved his hand, “yes, I’ll help with the cleaning but you’re worried too.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what they’ll ask in recompense for you becoming a co-consort with Connell and me. People like you are rare.” Stephen dropped onto the sofa, “They can’t force you to donate your blood or to accept someone else in place of Connell or even imprison you until you agree, but they can stalk you and make it difficult for you. You’ll have vampires fighting for the honor of propositioning you. Think about the confrontation between Connell and Warren.” He took a deep breath, “and walking alone into a restroom could get very interesting. Rape isn’t allowed but groping is, as is nipple play and cock play. They can’t penetrate you except with kisses to the mouth.”
“How do you know all this?” He looked suspiciously at Stephen, “really, why would you?”
With nasty grin he answered, “Vampires have a consort counseling program you’ll have to take, so you know what to expect. What’s expected of you, what to expect from your vampire, the rules of society and then there’s,” he crooked his fingers into rabbit ears and air quoted, “the ceremony. You get fucked and sucked in front of witnesses, and I do mean fucked. The best man gets to suck your cock during all that because it’s his due.” Stephen pushed his shirt off to one side and pointed to the small twin scars. “Hurt like a fucking sucker.” Realizing what he said his grin turned into a giggle, “that was so bad. Sorry,” and ruined it as the giggling turning into outright laughter.
“Can’t I just be a concubine? No marriage ceremony.”
Stephen shook his head, “He’d be expected to host individuals and we’d be having four-somes instead of us three. That would get old fast. I saw a concubine once at a party. They were buzzing around her. It was like I said, groping hands everywhere until her master called a halt when she’d chosen 3 of them. He must have coached her because she chose the ones I heard he wanted favors from.” He grimaced, “That’s prostitution the way I see it. Once in a while is fun but it would be more often than that depending on how your blood cell count held up. Consort really is the best way or freelancing at the Clinic.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m getting the vibe that this isn’t just a meeting with his book publisher that he’s gone for.”
“I’m sure it is but …” Stephen bit his lip, “It doesn’t usually take four days.”
“You think he’s meeting with the council to negotiate my becoming a co-consort?”
With a sign, “Yes.”
“Let’s go move that armoire then and maybe the bed and his study and if that doesn’t use up all the time there’s always the garage.”
“The garage,” Stephen echoed nodding.
“My bed. If things don’t work out, I don’t want you having to exorcize my ghost from your room. Much better if it’s the guest bedroom.”
“You wouldn’t try to kill yourself?!”
“No but I know that if things were reversed, I’d miss you a lot. And I know I will miss Connell. My eyes are feeling like melting. Let’s do get started on the armoire.”
Stephen took a deep breath in and raising his arm high grimly said, “Yes. To the armoire. We can beat this thing if we try.”
“Do you think we should polish the floors?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, no.” He paused, “only if we do run out of things to do or if when confronted by the study we falter.”
“Let’s move the floors up to second place. We can slide back and forth in our socks on them for fun.”
“Sounds like a plan but we’ll have make sure to put the area carpeting back down before he gets back. Problem with having a writer in the family, he has a never ending vocabulary to tell you what you did wrong.”
Part 18
Word count: 1104
“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in here? It’s right there, so close.”
“Nooooo,” Stephen groaned, “don’t tempt me. We’ve already changed the sheets.”
Dropping his head onto the cabinet beside the armoire, Everett considered if he could fall asleep kneeling. A hand tugging on his arm trying to lift him was distracting. “Leave me ‘lone.”
“Come on, it’s not that far,” Everett heard but when they got to the hallway his bedroom seemed like longer than his legs wanted to move. How they got to the bathroom, he didn’t remember more than one leaden foot landing in front of the other.
“Shower but first swallow this.”
“What’s it?”
“Anti-inflammatory. We each should have taken one before we started. Suppose to decrease the after effects from overworked muscles. Your problem is you don’t know how to pace yourself. I estimated the bedroom would take us two days.”
Looking up through his lashes with a crooked smile of fatigue, “Where’s the fun n’that?”
“Uh, huh. Tell me that tomorrow. Shower. I’m not going to bed with a sweaty body that isn’t the result of orgasms.”
The hiss of the water sounded nice. Hands pulled up his t-shirt to the command of “put your arms up”. Walls are good things to lean butts on and it was easier to bend forward so his arms didn’t have to rise as far. Not so good to have to stand back upright when after the tugging on his waist, his pants were slid down and he had to lift one leg balancing on the other and Stephen, and then the second leg. “Stay there,” and he yelped as the cold tile wall and his back met.
“Baby,” Stephen chided him. “You’ll feel better once you’re showered and put to bed.” He did too. The smooth sheets that caressed his skin as he slid between and Stephen’s equally smooth skin as he slid in next to him. A part of him tried to become interested but Stephen laughed. “Neither of us is up for that. Maybe in the morning.”
“It’s odd going to bed to sleep so early,” he murmured to Stephen or himself or the room. He didn’t care, giving up consciousness as the lamp snicking off gave rise to darkness.
A finger stroked him pressing into the space between his balls and where he’d like it to be. It was a tease and he raised his hips canting them up to try to catch that finger but the finger was clever. His lips formed a snarl and a growl of dissatisfaction rumbled in his chest, the air streaming over his tongue and teeth.
“Shh, I’ll make it better but you need to be fully awake before I’m going any further. I’m not going to do anything if you think you’re going to be ashamed to face Connell after. Consensual and in your lucid mind is what it’s called.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “then why is there a finger playing in the valley of my discontent?”
“Said it had to be consensual and you lucid, not uninterested.”
“I’m interested. You in me or me in you?”
“Ah ah, tongue in mouth only for penetration. I’m not being the first in your ass before Connell, before you’re made a co-consort. Don’t think it’s even legal. But there are other things we can do.”
“Do we get to come?”
“Yes. And then I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Gordon to get your RBC checked and blood let, if you need it.”
“A donation? Sans vampire?”
“Yep. You go into a nice little bag and it’s kept chilled just like every other regular blood donation except that it’s given to the Donation Clinic. Sometimes one of them has an emergency. They keep blood bags on ice for such things. It’s not as yummy as a live warm lusty donor but it satisfies, so I’m told.”
“Suppose it gets me out of the hole for the check up.”
“Yeah, it does but for you they’d bend over, so to speak. They are that anxious to sway you to their needs.”
He grunted as Stephen straddled his hips lining their cocks up, “But if I don’t decide to be a freelance ...?”
“You’ll still be a member of the community,” he squirted some lube into his hand to warm, “Sorry,” as it sounded like a wet fart, “not the most romantic” and continued, “they hope, even if you’re not with Connell and me.”
“I think I’m pretty,” he broke off as the lube was rubbed over their cocks within Stephen’s fist, “set on being with,” he paused pushing his hips up and Stephen brought Everett’s hand up to wrap around their cocks stroking up, “haaah, being with you and Connell.”
“Think we better finish things at hand f-f-firrsst,” Stephen’s words stuttered, “talk later.”
Stephen was a good driver, not as good as Connell but it didn’t take them long to get to the medical clinic. Much faster than if he’d taken the bus. “Let me park the car before you get out. There may be vamps lurking.”
Looking through the tinted glass at the radiant colors of green and gold, “Sun’s up. Sunlight, lots and lots of sunlight.”
“Ah, but we’re not going through the front door. We’re going through the underground parking area.”
“Oh.” Yeah that would make a difference. “The good doctor treats vampires too?”
“Not often but vampires are very concerned for the well being of their blood providers. Still we need to be careful, concubines sometimes get poached in informal conditions and then there's a bloody big vampire fight.”
“Where does that leave me? I’m fresh meat. It would probably be better if I entered through the front door.”
“There’s security and I’ll park near the below ground entrance. They have security right inside the door," he paused for emphasis, "of consorted vamps. If I’m right beside you, any lurkers won’t approach too closely before we get inside.”
“And after we’re inside?”
“They’ll sit and stew hoping you’ll forget and come out by yourself or catch you before I can bring the car around. Which is why you’ll stay inside with the guards until I get the car there.”
He grimaced, “I feel like I’m a bank bag filled with cash.”
Stephen smiled over at him, “You are.” He patted him, “Once you’re a consort, you won’t have to worry anymore. They’ll leave you alone pestering wise and be very polite to the point of opening doors for you as if you were a real lady.”
Mentally he growled, 'stupid fucking; no they don't fuck, they suck; predatory vampires."
Part 19
Word count: 717
“The house looks good,” he said falling into a chair groaning from many minor aches. Stephen grinned at him from where he lay on the facing couch. Everett was envious thinking, ‘the cool leather must feel nice on the skin his clothes doesn’t cover,’ and remembered the taste of that skin still sweaty from labor that had nothing to do with cleaning.
“Yeah, we did good, didn’t we. Never gotten this much done before. Hmm, what could be the difference?” He pretended to consider and laughed as a pillow was chucked at him.
“There’s lots more of them where that came from,” Everett grinned holding a pillow up threatening. “I won’t be running out for a good while during Pillow War III.”
“Pillow War III? Did I miss I and II?”
Sagely nodding, “Before your time, in the infancy of my life.”
Stephen arched his brows, “Didn’t make into my history books. Can’t have been all that important.”
“It was a covert war,” Everett said in the manner of an aged veteran recounting war tales. “Known only by a select few; my friend, his siblings and me. Luckily no pillows died during the battle and were back in their places safe before the authorities arrived.”
“They never caught on, these authorities?”
“Well after the second war, Jamie’s Mom mentioned that the pillows were looking a bit the worse for wear and then bought new ones to replace them, and since she was doing that decided they needed new lamps and a recliner to coordinate. When the new stuff was delivered, she looked at us with that steely look that mothers are born with and told us we were older and should play outside from now on.”
“I doubt that Connell wants to redecorate the livingroom anywhere in the near future, so we’ll have to put Pillow War III off.” Pensively, “He should be back sometime today.”
“Why? Why didn’t he call to let us know what the Counsil might have said?” In spite of the ache in his body he stood, “It’s because it’s bad news, isn’t it. They won’t let me be a part of you. I’ve got to pack. Can I use the computer to look up schedules? If the Council said he had to give me up then he’ll do whatever they say, won’t he?”
“Calm down Everett. Wait and see.” Stephen had stood as well and grasped his arms. “The Council isn’t going to make you do anything you won’t want. That’s not like them nor for that matter the other vampires that make up their culture. They don’t rape or bleed anyone against their will. True if someone is bleeding they may lick the blood up but in their minds they’d probably justify it thinking their saliva does have antibacterial properties. If one of them did anything like you’re thinking, they’d be the one to suffer the weight of the Council for the same reasons as they’re going to or have decided what happens between you and Connell and me.”
“And you know this how?”
“That pre-consort instruction I told you about and I’ve seen it in action. It’s more like a utopian feudal system. The leaders work for the betterment of those they are responsible for, for all of them, which would include you if you become a part of their culture. You were already, to some degree, when you entered the Blood Donation Clinic.”
Sitting back down with his head in his hands, “But I’d still be sexually assaulted by vampires if I don’t choose one of them.”
Hesitantly, “You could tell them that you don’t want any. You know like they teach in school, 'just say NO.' You’d have to do it again and again, being really firm about it, and it doesn’t guarantee that the same vampire won’t be back the next day trying again. They can be very obsessive and some,” Stephen rolled his eyes, “are way too talented. Thing is you can’t give them any hint of arousal and yeah I know that that’s no excuse for what is sexual harassment but …” The sound of the garage door opening cut him off. Flashing a look over at Everett, “You okay?” when he nodded and stood up, “then let’s go find out what the Council decided.”
Author: charisstoma
Previous word counts
Parts 1 – 7 = 6363
Lj
dreamwidth
Parts 8 – 14 = 7033
Lj
dreamwidth
Parts 15- 19 = 5194
Running total = 18590
Part 15
Word count: 1272
The shirt stroked over his nipples that would get him fired if he gave into it by frotting his chest against the wall to try and ease the hunger. Three days of suckling on them could do that to any person, he told himself, but not every person had an expert able to turn you into a hyped up sexually crazed bloodly nipple slut. He loved it, he craved it, and … his phone played the opening tones of The Imperial March from Star Wars. The Blood Donation Clinic was calling him. How did they get his number?!
“You going to get that? I’ll cover for you.”
Everett clamped his hand over the phone, trying to muffle the ring. “Isn’t it time one of us did the restroom checks? Think it’s suddenly my turn,” he said hurriedly, “and thanks.”
Daze grinned at him, “no prob. Saw a guy panic and drop his cell into the fryer once to shut it up. All that grease and the battery,” he shook his head. “Had to operate on one fryer until we could empty that side and Larry took workmen’s for the burns.” He shook his head, “Micky D’s just not Micky D’s without fries.”
In the men’s room he hurriedly switched the phone to vibrate. His luck, the clinic’d be calling right when he switched it back on otherwise. Better too, to know if they were multi-calling him. How anxious were they to get their hands on him? Odd that Connell hadn’t barreled into his mind yet. Where’s my own special vampire mind reader when I need him? After checking bathroom tissue and towel levels and the state of the floor and fixtures in both restrooms, all good as they weren’t all that busy yet, he signed off on the action sheet and quickly washed his hands before returning to behind the counter.
“All good?”
“They’re fine.”
As the first patrons started to trickle in for the meal rush the manager passed by Daze and him, “Good timing on the restroom checks. Next time take care of your cell before clocking in, ‘K? We don’t offer fried phones on the menu.” She shuddered and went on towards the Takeout Window.
Their, “Yes, ma’am,” was quickly replaced by a happy chorus of “Welcome to MacDonalds. What can we serve you tonight?” Everett didn’t have time to wonder about Connell’s mental abstinence … much, he realized at the end of his shift when he made that lonely dumpster visit.
“One of your boyfriends is here for you,” his manager told him with a smile, “you can leave early if you want.” She scanned the closed restaurant, “there’s only the grill area to do and Daze can do that.”
Call him paranoid. He pulled out his phone and hit speed dial for Stephen. “Hey, is it you or Conn outside waiting for me?”
“What?! No! We’re both here. I was just getting ready to pick you up. SHIT!” In the background he heard Stephen shouting words at Connell. “We’ll be right there. Do not go out!”
Everett snapped the phone shut. “Not my boyfriend. I think I’ll help Daze do the clean up and stay inside until my ride does arrive.”
Eyes tense, she looked at him. “Good idea. Maybe I should call the cops.”
He shook his head, “Naw. My ride is bringing someone with him who’ll talk to whoever my stalker is out there.”
She nodded, travelling back to the office muttering fractured sentences that included, “bullet holes.” If she wasn’t going to call the cops, she was going to look up the company’s 24 hour emergency number for glass pane repairs. Probably both, Everett thought staring after her.
It took twelve minutes and one clean grill area for the cops to show up with two cars and thirteen minutes for Connell. Everett was out the door and standing next to Connell with Stephen on his other side as the man in the other vehicle was asked to step out of the car. “Warren,” Connell muttered.
“This the guy you called about Christie,” one cop called to the night manager.
Standing just outside the doors she called back, “that’s him.”
“License and registration, please sir.” Things were written down and cautions given before the police left believing it just another domestic misunderstanding.
Warren walked just close enough to speak without having to raise his voice. “Mr. Brewster, your friends at the Donation Clinic were just worried about you. Do you have a contract signed yet or are you still free to change your donating?” His attention turned to Connell, “We’ve not heard of any negotiations having been finalized. That’s strange isn’t it?”
“Not strange at all. We’re still in the courtship stage.”
“Courtship?! You’re going for a double consort? They’ll never let you get away with that, especially with this one.”
“Hey,” Everett interrupted, “I’m not anything like a slave. You can’t buy and sell me! I’m a free agent.” Both Warren and Connell hushed him. “Well, I’m not,” he said quieter.
“No, you’re not,” Warren agreed, “but until you’re negotiated and signed there are others who will try to convince you that you’ll be better with committed blood play with them or that less monogamous relations with many of us could give you as much pleasure, perhaps even more with than Connell. Variety is enjoyable. You could be a very wealthy man, with all the benefits that come with that. When you’re old, you’ll still have youthful sexual partners desiring to spend time with you.”
“That’s enough.”
“He’s still free to make his own decisions, Connell. He can choose any one or ones of us that he wants.”
Everett edged over towards Stephen who whispered to him, “Watch, they’re going to get into a pissing contest soon.”
“Did you bring popcorn?” he whispered back.
“No, there wasn’t time.”
“Too, bad.”
Two sets of eyes glared at them, though Connell’s held a twinkle.
“Here it comes,” Stephen whispered and moved over to meld his body into Connell’s side. Everett watched as with the proverbial cliché of lightning, Connell’s hand rose and delivered a resounding crack on Stephen’s lower cheeks where it remained possessively. Warren nodded and returned to his car driving off to leave the three in the parking lot.
“Don’t suppose that you’ve any ice and water we could avail ourselves of,” Connell asked.
“What … how are you going to use it?”
Stephen grinned at him in a grimace, “we’re like Boy Scouts. We come prepared.”
“Back in a sec.” Everett bounded into the restaurant to get an extra large glass of ice with water, and waving goodnight to Christie and Daze returning at a lope back out. Stephen was moaning softly where he stood on the far side in the shadows leaning folded against the car top. Connell was nowhere to be seen until Everett came around the front of the vehicle.
“Fill the ice bag that’s on the seat half way and then cap it,” Connell mentally told him and then because the link was still in place, “Now where else do you think a bruise will form, baby?” was asked to Stephen.
“Anywhere around there,” Stephen said vaguely. “There, oh there.”
“Why do I think this has nothing to do with where I nip you and everything to do with where my fingers are?”
“It’s because you’re a highly intelligent man and Everett better remember, I gave my ass for him.”
Everett was well aware and in great discomfort because of it. Being ‘a highly intelligent person’ Connell was too, warning, “Neither of you comes until after we get home.”
Part 16
Word count: 1089
‘Connell’s driving would be better on a racecourse,’ Everett cringed as the car took another swipe at a turn. ‘Guess I don’t have to worry too much about pre-maturely coming. The upholstery is going to have permanent indents from my nails.’ There was a laugh from the front of the car from Connell and then he moaned. Connell did an overlong glance down into his lap in Everett’s opinion and then Everett noticed where Stephen’s head was and what its movements entailed. ‘Oh shit,’ and he was back to hard discomfort again; Connell was usually the one giving not receiving.
“You,” Connell pointed at Everett, “cockring. You,” he pointed at Stephen, “Bed now and if either of you like those clothes you’ve got on, you’d better get them off. I’m going to go get the orange juice. You’re both going to need it.”
“What?”
With a smug smile, “they don’t like it when someone challenges what’s theirs. They don’t consider us things but we are theirs. You are going to feel very owned by the time morning comes around.” Stephen was quickly divesting himself of clothing sparing a moment to look at Everett. “He wasn’t kidding when he said if you liked them. You’ll look like Cinderella after the step-sisters got a hold of her.”
Everett went with less tidy folding and more throwing the clothes anywhere to get them off. Wrinkled clothing could be washed and ironed if need be. Shredded was dust cloths if there were large enough pieces left. There was barely time to finish and he was trying to snap the cockring on as Connell came through the door carrying a bucket filled with ice embedded around 2 glasses and the container of orange juice. His fangs gleamed as he smiled at Everett’s anxious fumbling to fit on his only allowed clothing.
“Let me sweetling.” Everett found himself accurately tossed onto the bed next to Stephen, Connell’s cool mouth sucking him up to full hardness and the cockring snapped firmly into place.
Turning his attention to Stephen, “Now what to do with you,” Connell grinned and reached down for a piece of ice popping into his mouth. “We wouldn’t want you to come before you’re properly sweetened and not enjoy the fullness of the loving.” The crack of the lube bottle on opening was loud in the room but it was Everett that got the first chilled fingers on him stroking over his cock, as Connell lowered his icy mouth onto Stephen. That was when Everett discovered that vampires could purr, as Stephen, in spite of the ice, cried out his completion. Everett didn’t last long the first time either as Connell switched his attentions to him and barely warm fingers stroked him inside.
The orange juice with the glasses rested comfortably in its melting bed of ice where the lube bottle somehow found its way after each use. It was Everett or Stephen who complained but Connell said that it made it easy to find it when he wanted it. Stephen punched him on the shoulder but the lube stayed easily found.
“Can you move?”
“Think so.”
“We’ve got to close the drapes.”
Everett groaned grumbling, “Why doesn’t he have an electric closing system again, that we can just push a button to do it?”
Mentally, “modern things sometimes glitch. Why trust important necessities to something like that when two sexy delicious men can do it and provide a much more appealing view.”
“YOUR EYES ARE CLOSED!”
“It’s restraint. I could gaze upon my lovelies and be struck by a hunger that would prevent the draperies being drawn until after the sun was up. We wouldn’t want that,” was said sleepily.
He said ‘thank you’ afterwards and gave into the daylight’s slumberous effects, Everett and Stephen curled up once again on either side.
“Why did he spank you like that in the parking lot?” Everett asked as they drew the draperies across the other windows in the house.
“Remember what I said about respect and vampires? My comment and what you said after, being disrespectful. Connell had to provide a show of discipline.” Stephen shrugged. “Warren knew that Connell would make it better once he’d left and they both were probably relieved that we broke up the confrontation they were swiftly escalating towards. It wasn’t a big show of disrespect and the discipline might have been meant to show you what could happen if you did enter into a contract instead of freelancing but he didn’t want to scare you into fleeing this area or even not considering him as a possible substitute.” He put the orange juice back into the refrigerator as Everett loaded the glasses in the dishwasher. “It’s all silly vampire games. Warren’s Connell’s friend.”
“Connell was still going to fight him for me?”
“If you don’t think that Connell is attached to you, you weren’t listening. He mentioned courtship. And even if that wasn’t the case, vampires are possessive of their food sources. That why there’s the Blood Donor Clinic. It’s controlled, safe for both individuals, and more importantly anonymous so that the vampire is less likely to become emotionally attached. You and Connell clicked.” He grinned, “and I’m glad to have a donor partner.” He moved to wrap his arms around Everett, “I like you,” he rubbed his hardening cock against Everett’s leg.
Laughing Everett pushed him away, “Tease, I can’t believe you have anything in you left after last night. I think my balls are empty.” Giggling, “You told him not to talk with his mouth full when he was whispering sweet nothings of what he was going to do to me.”
“The man needed to keep his mind on business and he was going to make you come while his mouth was on me if he kept that up.”
“I wouldn’t have, you know. Don’t know how he does it but I wasn’t going to be coming until he wanted me to. Believe me without the porn, I’d still have lost it from watching you with his fingers appearing and disappearing into your hole and you fucking into his mouth.” Everett grabbed for his crotch squeezing. “Fuck! I was nearly humping my tits on the wall at work, but this is just as bad and I’ve nothing left inside to give.”
Reaching into the refrigerator to retrieve the orange juice, “Bet you will … tonight,” was said with an evil smile, “if only for a snack. He should still be pretty full but that never stopped him.”
Part 17
Word count: 1012
Everett called in sick for the next couple days and he could tell that Christie was relieved and trying not to show it. She told him to take as many days as he needed and call when he ‘felt’ better. She’d find the hours for him.
“You have any bills that need paying?” Stephen asked quickly adding, “we can do them on-line. You heard Connell tell me to take care of things while he was gone. Having you feel secure that there’s a place for you to go back to if this doesn’t work out seems like one of those things that comes under that heading. Takes the pressure off…”
“…while plying me with all the perks of being a kept man,” Everett continued the sentence. “Do you know how much money I’m saving from not buying food?” he added sarcastically.
With a totally saccharine smile Stephen smirked, “all you have to do is lay back or on all fours or any position that a certain person thinks up and open your legs and let a giant mosquito suck on you while he brings you to orgasm after a length of time he determines. Don’t discount the quality of the eyes rolling up in your head sex that all you have to do for is beg.”
“Yeah, that last one.”
“So, your bed or mine tonight?”
“Why can’t we can’t sleep in his bed?”
“His space,” Stephen shrugged, “it won’t feel right. And we’re going to clean the room, something I don’t get to do often when he’s home. He’s either sleeping or wanting to S&F or writing. None of those things involve vacuuming or moving furniture to get into the corners. We obviously can’t have an outside cleaning service so that leaves me.” He smiled at Everett, “and now you, hopefully. That armoire alone is a two person job and we’ll have to take out the drawers, empty the shelves and then put them all back again ‘neatly’,” he rolled his eyes, “after we’re done.”
“You’re trying to keep me from worrying, aren’t you?” He waved his hand, “yes, I’ll help with the cleaning but you’re worried too.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what they’ll ask in recompense for you becoming a co-consort with Connell and me. People like you are rare.” Stephen dropped onto the sofa, “They can’t force you to donate your blood or to accept someone else in place of Connell or even imprison you until you agree, but they can stalk you and make it difficult for you. You’ll have vampires fighting for the honor of propositioning you. Think about the confrontation between Connell and Warren.” He took a deep breath, “and walking alone into a restroom could get very interesting. Rape isn’t allowed but groping is, as is nipple play and cock play. They can’t penetrate you except with kisses to the mouth.”
“How do you know all this?” He looked suspiciously at Stephen, “really, why would you?”
With nasty grin he answered, “Vampires have a consort counseling program you’ll have to take, so you know what to expect. What’s expected of you, what to expect from your vampire, the rules of society and then there’s,” he crooked his fingers into rabbit ears and air quoted, “the ceremony. You get fucked and sucked in front of witnesses, and I do mean fucked. The best man gets to suck your cock during all that because it’s his due.” Stephen pushed his shirt off to one side and pointed to the small twin scars. “Hurt like a fucking sucker.” Realizing what he said his grin turned into a giggle, “that was so bad. Sorry,” and ruined it as the giggling turning into outright laughter.
“Can’t I just be a concubine? No marriage ceremony.”
Stephen shook his head, “He’d be expected to host individuals and we’d be having four-somes instead of us three. That would get old fast. I saw a concubine once at a party. They were buzzing around her. It was like I said, groping hands everywhere until her master called a halt when she’d chosen 3 of them. He must have coached her because she chose the ones I heard he wanted favors from.” He grimaced, “That’s prostitution the way I see it. Once in a while is fun but it would be more often than that depending on how your blood cell count held up. Consort really is the best way or freelancing at the Clinic.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m getting the vibe that this isn’t just a meeting with his book publisher that he’s gone for.”
“I’m sure it is but …” Stephen bit his lip, “It doesn’t usually take four days.”
“You think he’s meeting with the council to negotiate my becoming a co-consort?”
With a sign, “Yes.”
“Let’s go move that armoire then and maybe the bed and his study and if that doesn’t use up all the time there’s always the garage.”
“The garage,” Stephen echoed nodding.
“My bed. If things don’t work out, I don’t want you having to exorcize my ghost from your room. Much better if it’s the guest bedroom.”
“You wouldn’t try to kill yourself?!”
“No but I know that if things were reversed, I’d miss you a lot. And I know I will miss Connell. My eyes are feeling like melting. Let’s do get started on the armoire.”
Stephen took a deep breath in and raising his arm high grimly said, “Yes. To the armoire. We can beat this thing if we try.”
“Do you think we should polish the floors?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, no.” He paused, “only if we do run out of things to do or if when confronted by the study we falter.”
“Let’s move the floors up to second place. We can slide back and forth in our socks on them for fun.”
“Sounds like a plan but we’ll have make sure to put the area carpeting back down before he gets back. Problem with having a writer in the family, he has a never ending vocabulary to tell you what you did wrong.”
Part 18
Word count: 1104
“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in here? It’s right there, so close.”
“Nooooo,” Stephen groaned, “don’t tempt me. We’ve already changed the sheets.”
Dropping his head onto the cabinet beside the armoire, Everett considered if he could fall asleep kneeling. A hand tugging on his arm trying to lift him was distracting. “Leave me ‘lone.”
“Come on, it’s not that far,” Everett heard but when they got to the hallway his bedroom seemed like longer than his legs wanted to move. How they got to the bathroom, he didn’t remember more than one leaden foot landing in front of the other.
“Shower but first swallow this.”
“What’s it?”
“Anti-inflammatory. We each should have taken one before we started. Suppose to decrease the after effects from overworked muscles. Your problem is you don’t know how to pace yourself. I estimated the bedroom would take us two days.”
Looking up through his lashes with a crooked smile of fatigue, “Where’s the fun n’that?”
“Uh, huh. Tell me that tomorrow. Shower. I’m not going to bed with a sweaty body that isn’t the result of orgasms.”
The hiss of the water sounded nice. Hands pulled up his t-shirt to the command of “put your arms up”. Walls are good things to lean butts on and it was easier to bend forward so his arms didn’t have to rise as far. Not so good to have to stand back upright when after the tugging on his waist, his pants were slid down and he had to lift one leg balancing on the other and Stephen, and then the second leg. “Stay there,” and he yelped as the cold tile wall and his back met.
“Baby,” Stephen chided him. “You’ll feel better once you’re showered and put to bed.” He did too. The smooth sheets that caressed his skin as he slid between and Stephen’s equally smooth skin as he slid in next to him. A part of him tried to become interested but Stephen laughed. “Neither of us is up for that. Maybe in the morning.”
“It’s odd going to bed to sleep so early,” he murmured to Stephen or himself or the room. He didn’t care, giving up consciousness as the lamp snicking off gave rise to darkness.
A finger stroked him pressing into the space between his balls and where he’d like it to be. It was a tease and he raised his hips canting them up to try to catch that finger but the finger was clever. His lips formed a snarl and a growl of dissatisfaction rumbled in his chest, the air streaming over his tongue and teeth.
“Shh, I’ll make it better but you need to be fully awake before I’m going any further. I’m not going to do anything if you think you’re going to be ashamed to face Connell after. Consensual and in your lucid mind is what it’s called.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “then why is there a finger playing in the valley of my discontent?”
“Said it had to be consensual and you lucid, not uninterested.”
“I’m interested. You in me or me in you?”
“Ah ah, tongue in mouth only for penetration. I’m not being the first in your ass before Connell, before you’re made a co-consort. Don’t think it’s even legal. But there are other things we can do.”
“Do we get to come?”
“Yes. And then I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Gordon to get your RBC checked and blood let, if you need it.”
“A donation? Sans vampire?”
“Yep. You go into a nice little bag and it’s kept chilled just like every other regular blood donation except that it’s given to the Donation Clinic. Sometimes one of them has an emergency. They keep blood bags on ice for such things. It’s not as yummy as a live warm lusty donor but it satisfies, so I’m told.”
“Suppose it gets me out of the hole for the check up.”
“Yeah, it does but for you they’d bend over, so to speak. They are that anxious to sway you to their needs.”
He grunted as Stephen straddled his hips lining their cocks up, “But if I don’t decide to be a freelance ...?”
“You’ll still be a member of the community,” he squirted some lube into his hand to warm, “Sorry,” as it sounded like a wet fart, “not the most romantic” and continued, “they hope, even if you’re not with Connell and me.”
“I think I’m pretty,” he broke off as the lube was rubbed over their cocks within Stephen’s fist, “set on being with,” he paused pushing his hips up and Stephen brought Everett’s hand up to wrap around their cocks stroking up, “haaah, being with you and Connell.”
“Think we better finish things at hand f-f-firrsst,” Stephen’s words stuttered, “talk later.”
Stephen was a good driver, not as good as Connell but it didn’t take them long to get to the medical clinic. Much faster than if he’d taken the bus. “Let me park the car before you get out. There may be vamps lurking.”
Looking through the tinted glass at the radiant colors of green and gold, “Sun’s up. Sunlight, lots and lots of sunlight.”
“Ah, but we’re not going through the front door. We’re going through the underground parking area.”
“Oh.” Yeah that would make a difference. “The good doctor treats vampires too?”
“Not often but vampires are very concerned for the well being of their blood providers. Still we need to be careful, concubines sometimes get poached in informal conditions and then there's a bloody big vampire fight.”
“Where does that leave me? I’m fresh meat. It would probably be better if I entered through the front door.”
“There’s security and I’ll park near the below ground entrance. They have security right inside the door," he paused for emphasis, "of consorted vamps. If I’m right beside you, any lurkers won’t approach too closely before we get inside.”
“And after we’re inside?”
“They’ll sit and stew hoping you’ll forget and come out by yourself or catch you before I can bring the car around. Which is why you’ll stay inside with the guards until I get the car there.”
He grimaced, “I feel like I’m a bank bag filled with cash.”
Stephen smiled over at him, “You are.” He patted him, “Once you’re a consort, you won’t have to worry anymore. They’ll leave you alone pestering wise and be very polite to the point of opening doors for you as if you were a real lady.”
Mentally he growled, 'stupid fucking; no they don't fuck, they suck; predatory vampires."
Part 19
Word count: 717
“The house looks good,” he said falling into a chair groaning from many minor aches. Stephen grinned at him from where he lay on the facing couch. Everett was envious thinking, ‘the cool leather must feel nice on the skin his clothes doesn’t cover,’ and remembered the taste of that skin still sweaty from labor that had nothing to do with cleaning.
“Yeah, we did good, didn’t we. Never gotten this much done before. Hmm, what could be the difference?” He pretended to consider and laughed as a pillow was chucked at him.
“There’s lots more of them where that came from,” Everett grinned holding a pillow up threatening. “I won’t be running out for a good while during Pillow War III.”
“Pillow War III? Did I miss I and II?”
Sagely nodding, “Before your time, in the infancy of my life.”
Stephen arched his brows, “Didn’t make into my history books. Can’t have been all that important.”
“It was a covert war,” Everett said in the manner of an aged veteran recounting war tales. “Known only by a select few; my friend, his siblings and me. Luckily no pillows died during the battle and were back in their places safe before the authorities arrived.”
“They never caught on, these authorities?”
“Well after the second war, Jamie’s Mom mentioned that the pillows were looking a bit the worse for wear and then bought new ones to replace them, and since she was doing that decided they needed new lamps and a recliner to coordinate. When the new stuff was delivered, she looked at us with that steely look that mothers are born with and told us we were older and should play outside from now on.”
“I doubt that Connell wants to redecorate the livingroom anywhere in the near future, so we’ll have to put Pillow War III off.” Pensively, “He should be back sometime today.”
“Why? Why didn’t he call to let us know what the Counsil might have said?” In spite of the ache in his body he stood, “It’s because it’s bad news, isn’t it. They won’t let me be a part of you. I’ve got to pack. Can I use the computer to look up schedules? If the Council said he had to give me up then he’ll do whatever they say, won’t he?”
“Calm down Everett. Wait and see.” Stephen had stood as well and grasped his arms. “The Council isn’t going to make you do anything you won’t want. That’s not like them nor for that matter the other vampires that make up their culture. They don’t rape or bleed anyone against their will. True if someone is bleeding they may lick the blood up but in their minds they’d probably justify it thinking their saliva does have antibacterial properties. If one of them did anything like you’re thinking, they’d be the one to suffer the weight of the Council for the same reasons as they’re going to or have decided what happens between you and Connell and me.”
“And you know this how?”
“That pre-consort instruction I told you about and I’ve seen it in action. It’s more like a utopian feudal system. The leaders work for the betterment of those they are responsible for, for all of them, which would include you if you become a part of their culture. You were already, to some degree, when you entered the Blood Donation Clinic.”
Sitting back down with his head in his hands, “But I’d still be sexually assaulted by vampires if I don’t choose one of them.”
Hesitantly, “You could tell them that you don’t want any. You know like they teach in school, 'just say NO.' You’d have to do it again and again, being really firm about it, and it doesn’t guarantee that the same vampire won’t be back the next day trying again. They can be very obsessive and some,” Stephen rolled his eyes, “are way too talented. Thing is you can’t give them any hint of arousal and yeah I know that that’s no excuse for what is sexual harassment but …” The sound of the garage door opening cut him off. Flashing a look over at Everett, “You okay?” when he nodded and stood up, “then let’s go find out what the Council decided.”