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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Parts 20 - 27
Author: charisstoma
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Parts 15- 19 = 5194
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Parts 20 -27 = 8514
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Part 20
Word count: 894
The bed was a wide expanse of white with tied off draperies at each corner and the footboard an ornate frame. All very nice, he supposed but right now he wanted quiet, dark, and small to hide in and lick his proverbial wounds. It was only for a little while, Connell had said and then wrung from him every last drop of cum and almost more than Everett could safely give in blood.
There was a tsk from the doorway as Sonya entered, “Guess I don’t have to do more then rudimentary physical check on you. Connell would deliver you drained, putting off anyone being able to do much with you even if you were willing.”
Everett remembered Connell growling off and on as he placed kisses and nips over the expanse of Everett’s bare flesh.
“Take off all your clothes, please. Let’s see the damage,” she directed him in what Everett was relieved to recognize as ultra-professional in tone. The hiss as he removed his shirt ruined that, “He’s more attached to you than I’d surmised to do that much damage.” She stroked a cool hand from his shoulder and down his back, “and not a bruise left to empty.”
“He didn’t beat me,” Everett said defiantly and deflated when she replied, “of course not,” smiling, “other than your lower cheeks I’d imagine but then ass cheeks are meant for play.”
She grinned briefly as a blush tried to rise in his face and then frowned, “He really tried to make sure you were off limits for as long as possible.” Shaking her head, “such control, he must know exactly how far he could feed and not kill you. Oh well, more time for you to study the manual, though your recovery time will impede your ability to concentrate on the pre-consort instruction.” She leaned forward, “I hope you like red meat, you’re going to be eating a lot of it while you’re here, so as to build you up again. Now dear,” she flicked her hand at his lower extremities, “the rest of your clothing … I really do need to see what damage there is.” She sighed, “ and I know that that’s not going to be easy because I do mean everywhere. It’s scant comfort but you’ve not got anything I haven’t seen before.” Smiling with that closed lipped smile, she said, “I prefer my dates be female but I have dabbled with the occasional male from time to time.
Everett toed off his shoes and pushed his pants down in rush and saw Sonya’s face as she blankly blinked. He wasn’t sure what she said or in what language but the tone said her experience had been expanded by one. The mirror in his bathroom had told him what she saw; Connell had been most thorough in his attentions that all of Everett’s skin would remember him. Mentally he shrugged, his vampire had marked his territory everywhere, in as meticulously comprehensive a manner as Everett had skin.
“Well. I stand corrected. That’s new. You’ll need to heal much more than I thought, did he do the same to your other opening? If you find that it’s painful to void your bladder, you must let me know. Turn please and if you could pull your nether cheeks open as you bend over.” She sighed again when he complied and caught him when he nearly toppled over. “I’m sorry. I forgot your depletion. I’ll get you some orange juice. Do you feel like soaking in the bath, the warm water might help heal those particular bites faster and will certainly keep them cleaner.” Smiling, “You’re going to feel like a prune. There’s ointment to put on them to keep the skin soft but I’d like to lick those too before we do that. Our saliva at first promotes free bleeding while feeding and then after nullifies the anti-clotting with antibiotic properties. Connell evidently forgot that or perhaps didn’t consider it as he gave into his possessiveness.”
Yes, Connell was an idiot to not think of that, Everett thought as he nodded and Sonya had helped him into the bathroom and run the water into the tub for him, checking it for temperature and then helped him settle into it. An idiot who was too busy fuming that the Council had decreed that while Everett was receiving his pre-consort instruction during the one month sequestering so that both individuals had time to reconsider, he should also be donor to at least 2 vampires and the samplings be of both genders. He shivered in spite of the warmth of the water, glad that it would be Sonya, who was female and known to him, that would be doing his aftercare. The cool liquid of the orange juice flowed over his tongue from the straw, that seemed to magically appear or he was still in a daze. Sonya sat on a stool watching him, wouldn’t do for him to drown now would it, he thought, the fairy prince who must endure his trials to earn his way to be the prized consort. He must have dozed off because he woke briefly lying on his belly, hips slightly elevated and someone with a talented tongue lapping at his asshole. That’s nice. Mussst dooo thisss againnnn, he had time to think before slipping back into sleep.
Part 21
Word count: 1437
A person could get sick of beef, he thought after the third day of steak, bloody steak. He liked medium well done steak but Sonya encouraged him to have rare and between them settled on medium, not medium rare because his idea of medium and her idea of medium didn’t agree. So he insisted on his medium well and got medium. Vampires are opinionated and stubborn, which came as no surprise having lived with Connell, but Sonya’s mission was him and he was never more glad that Stephen would be there with him in Connell’s regard at the end of this. He wondered if he had telephone privileges so he could call home. Maybe if he called during the day when Connell was asleep they wouldn’t mind.
Vampire spit really did the trick, inwardly Everett giggled at the rhyme. His injuries were healing faster than what was usual for him and the lassitude from his blood loss was gone which was probably due to his body’s blood production problem. He’d asked Sonya and been told that when his red blood cell count was elevated enough the Donation clinic would appreciate his contribution and she brought up that she could continue the licking that he seemed to enjoy so much to add the enhanced flavor to his donation. He would of course be compensated for his donation, not as much as if he’d had a donation ‘date’ but more than a regular human style donation. She didn’t advise that he engage with one of his required hostings while Connell’s marks were so noticeable as, Everett added another attribute to his vampire knowledge of attributes, ‘her people’ were competitive and things could get out of control. He sighed, the time for him to, he rolled his eyes, play donor to a diner was more rapidly approaching than he wanted.
I wonder if my time with Sonya counts as my female vampire? He asked himself and then asked Sonya.
“No dear, a ‘date’ is a full blown,” she smiled fangs showing, “event involving blood and sex. Though both you and I enjoy our time together such as it is, there’s no real sex involved to fully flavor your blood and I’m not feeding. The Council wants you to experience other vampires so that you can enter into your consort relationship with the knowledge that Connell is who you want and that there won’t be any ‘if only’ problems afterwards. We don’t want any duelings at dusk because you find yourself attracted to someone else.”
“But … even people in love sometimes find after a time that they’ve grown apart.”
“Page 29, dear. A vampire when he bonds maintains touch with the mind of his consort and ensures that the emotional wandering of affection can be guided back to its rightful and original form.”
“I read that but,” how to phrase this so as not to cause offense, “isn’t that the same as mind control?”
“No, that is viewing what the problem is that could cause the emotional straying and seeing what can be done to amend the situation. It’s like talking things over before the thorn is perceived by the consort. Often all that’s required is a romantic interlude and frank expressions of love for the human individual. More human marriages would continue in a loving manner if humans had this ability. Connell wouldn’t be so attached to you if there wasn’t an emotional aspect that is probably love on both your sides. The reason why he introduced you to his consort, Stephen, is because he needed to assess if you and Stephen could love each other and him. He’s very strong, Connell. There’s talk that it’s possible he’ll be on the Council one day. But you need not concern yourself with that, that could be a long time from now and makes no difference to your relationship with him and his Stephen. Still it is something to keep in the back of your mind. If you find you don’t want to be exclusive, as a consort, or with Connell, there are other options. The present Council will assist you whatever your decision. Bloodshed is wasteful and attracts attention and bodies are so difficult to do away with.” Sonya gave a wide smile as his eyes rounded, “Joking. You are way too valuable as a donor however you decide. A dissatisfied donor is a sour tasting donor and drugs taint the blood, page 4 dear.”
“Oh. Yeah. Okay. I think I’ll read.” He held up the manual, “I’m on page 58 and I’ve got,” he ruffled the pages, “only a couple hundred more.”
“You should but it’s time for your bath and tongue washing.”
Everett looked at Sonya’s face and her smile, “you really like licking me, don’t you?”
“It’s one of my pleasanter duties and you give off pheromones that are divine to scent. I can see why Connell wants you even if your personality and blood weren’t attractive. He did tell you that you were also important for another reason?”
“He was kind of busy staking his claim,” Sonya gave a fake shudder and he smiled, “sorry, page 57 the history section.” She nodded in approval at him, “I’m surprised he got around to telling me about needing to come here, though it was Stephen who told me what he’d had to do so it wasn’t a total surprise.” He fluttered his hand in a get on with it motion.
“There are many couples who want children but for some reason the husband can’t produce what’s needed or there is no husband. The families are carefully vetted for their ability to care for a child by one of our social workers which includes their emotional attachment to each other and how a child will change that dynamic. Your sperm would be supplied to give them a child to care for and love. The hope is that any children that result will have your ability to overproduce blood.”
“Your Council wants to breed people like me! What will happen to the children if they don’t want to or can’t overproduce blood like me?”
“Nothing. They live their lives with their parents. If they are like you, then we do what we have done before, put out an advertisement for donors.”
“Did you know about me before this?! Lured me into this situation?”
“No. You were a complete surprise and gift when Dr. Gordon contacted us about your medical problem. Couple that with you’re sensible and not emotionally disturbed that there are people like us living amongst you …” She spread her hands, “a gift. Now about that bath.” She smiled, “I’d make a totally vulgar tongue movement like a cat licking but we’re both better than that and I’m not a pervert.”
Everett grinned at her, “No, you just like to lick men’s assholes and other parts of their bodies.”
“Not just any man. Remember I prefer women, but for you I’ll make an exception.”
“Riiiight.”
“Indeed,” she responded primly and then grinned at him. “Sir, your bath awaits. Get naked.”
“How is the sperm collected?” he asked walking backwards toward the bathroom.
“Quite pleasurably I would imagine. During your consort ceremony the best man gives you a blow job and swallows your ejaculate. Your consort fucks you and gives you an orgasm to remember, touching your mind and sharing his feelings as he does so. In a way the best man is sucking the consort too since mentally you’ll be joined.” She recalled herself, “watch the chair, it’s behind you to your left. Veer right. When you’re donating sperm you’ll wear a condom for the first orgasm when you’re most likely to be of optimum sperm count and that will be collected for the donation.” She shrugged, “Don’t know the frequency and the Good Doctor will want to know about your past history like when symptoms of your condition first manifested.”
“So I’ll have kids but not raise them.”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ve got to make something of my life so, if they ever find out about me, they’ll be proud I’m their biological dad.”
“They’d be proud anyway. You’re a kind, sweet person. Level headed and many other things.”
“You’re not just saying that to get into my pants?”
“You’ve got something in your pants that I do want but you’ve still got them on and you need to bathe before I can have it.”
“Right. I should do that then,” and they ended up grinning at each other before she picked him up and carried him into the bathroom over her shoulder to Everett’s very convincing, “Eeep.”
Part 22
Word count: 666
“You are a bad, bad, bad man. I’ll go get you some orange juice and we wasted a perfectly good opportunity for a semen emission collection,” Sonya lamented as she levered herself up from the bed. Everett grinned tiredly up at her and she sighed, “and yes, this did count as being with a female diner.”
His hypothesis was correct, vampires had reflexes like sharks you just had to chum the waters, so to speak; get a little fresh tasty blood in their mouth and they couldn’t help themselves. Guess that was why there was the probation against anything penetrative when a vampire was trying to coax someone to let them have them. All he’d had to do was impale his ass on one of Sonya’s fangs, seemingly totally not by accident. The blood in her mouth had done the rest.
“Orange juice. There’s a bendy straw so you can sip while I clean you up, again.” She stroked his ass, giving it a small squeeze and licked up what must have resulted. “Connell is going to have his hands full with you.” Everett snorted and choked, “Swallow. Inhaling orange juice can cause severe coughing.” Sonya pulled him up and patted his back through the coughing. “It’s dangerous to bleed into someone’s mouth, our impulses take over.” She scolded, “You only do it with someone you know you can trust. Here at the Clinic we make sure that the diners don’t go too far or if they do we can take measures to save the donor and to see it doesn’t happen again.”
“Knew I could trust you.” He snuggled into the pillow as Sonya’s tongue worked its magic. “If it had to be a female diner, I preferred it being you. I like you,” he exhaled softly, “just not in ‘that’ way.”
“Finish the drink and sleep, darling. I didn’t take very much blood; tomorrow we’ll have a condom on you and do it the correct way, so there’ll be no question of it when they ask for validation. I’m honored you chose me but never, and I can’t stress this enough, never do that again with one of my kind.” She licked, “If I had to take a male consort, I’d choose you too.” She placed a kiss on the cheek nearest to her, “lucky for you, you’re not female.”
As Everett slid into sleep he heard her, “It’s too bad you’ve no siblings,” and his sleeply chuckled, “gotta sister,” changed to a light snuffled snore.
There was a body behind him in the bed as he started to wake and he nestled back into it wanting to feel the hard need of Connell pressing into him. His body thought it was a great idea and was showing interest in a quick morning snacking.
“Hang on, let me get all the gloves on us, yours and mine. I just got a manicure done. Normally that would act as an inhibition but you are exceptionally tasty when sexually excited.”
“Sure you know what to do with a man?”
“Yessss,” was hissed. “I don’t do it often but I have done it.”
Her cool arm reached over him and removed a small tube of lube that had been resting in the warmth of his arm pit. As her hand grazed by the front of his body, she, seemingly by accident and he gave her props for in a sense goosing the gander, lightly scrapped a nail over his nipple. He hissed and bowed up into the ripple of want.
“Ah, you like nipple play and are sensitive. That my dear will make this very nice indeed. I too, like nipples,” she said archly. I think we’ll start exploring your small points of interest and add in a light perineum and testicle massage. We’ll see where we go from there.”
Everett hearing her, “If only this didn’t feel like it’s going to be so incestuous,” had a moment of regret for using someone who was his friend.
Part 23
Word count: 887
“Alright. You’ve been with a female,” Sonya pointed at herself, “now you just need to have a date with a male. I can, for want of a better word, advertize that there is a male donor date available through normal procedures or, if you have another choice,not Connell, I can contact that individual to place your request.”
“Can I see what they look like before I commit to being with them? How did Connell get chosen as my diner?”
“Luck and he was next on the roster, plus he’s good with the nervous donors, gentle. Yes, I can provide photographs.”
“So if Connell hadn’t been available, who would I have been with?”
“Warren.”
“Warren, as in ‘We’re worried about not hearing from you,’ Warren? As in pointing out the benefits of donor freelancing?”
Sonya smiled her fangs glistening, “Ironic isn’t it. He also is consorted and uses our facilities for those meals that would over stress his consort's abilities, when he should not feed from him.” She spread her fingers flat on the small table, “Having a freelance donor like you would ease many of our diners’ needs.”
“What do your diners do if there’s not enough donors, hypothetically of course?”
“We control the blood banks. Blood has an expiration date and just before its expiration we provide for those who need it but,” she paused, “hypothetically, many free range.”
Everett arched his brows, “hunt like in the vampire movies?”
“We do not call ourselves that!”
“Sorry.” He regarded her fingers, “hunt in the same way as is portrayed in the horror movies?
She shook her head at him but gave a closed mouth smile, “All donors, whether they know what’s happening or not, are fed from consensually. There is a department that is responsible for investigating any suspicious reports of exsanguinations or rape with blood loss. The consequences for those caught …” she shuddered. “Warren works in that department which means he has a vested interest in you entering into the donor pool. He’s seen what happens as a result of desperation for a fully flavored meal. Think of it like being fed chicken when there’s steak out there.”
“Not the best analogy right now. I’m getting sick of eating steak.”
Sonya frowned at him, “It’s good for you.”
“Well don’t blame me if I run away to a Kentucky Fried Chicken or Taco Cabana some morning when you’re sleeping.” His mouth starting watering, “or a Pizza Hut.” His eyes closed, “They’ve got a Veggie Pizza with tomatoes, onions, green peppers, mushrooms, olives, two cheeses and Parmesan Romano sauce that is to die for.”
“That will not bulk up your RBC,” she glared at him, “and don’t even try it. I’m responsible for keeping you in safe during your Sequestering.”
“You want me to stay inside like a good little consort-to-be, then order me a Veggie Pizza.”
“With ground beef,” she said through her teeth.
Giving her a sunny smile Everett nodded, “Deal.”
“Connell needs to spank you … often.”
Batting his eyes innocently, “but he does,” Everett said and smiled, “often.”
“You’re a brat.”
“Don’t make me whine at you.”
“An obnoxious, irritating brat,” was said with severe eyes that twinkled with amusement. As Everett began to theatrically whine, she pulled out her cell phone, “I’m ordering you your pizza. Stop.”
Coming around behind her, he looped his arms around her neck, “You are the bestest non-vampire in the whole world,” and snickered before kissing her cheek when she growled at him.
“Nathan, hello. Could you send me a … I can’t believe I’m doing this, a Veggie Pizza and add ground beef to it.” Everett interrupted calling over her words, “cooked ground beef.” Saying, “Yes, yes,” to Everett, and into the phone, “cooked ground beef. I CAN hear you laughing Nathan. I’ve got a heathen here.” Glancing up at Everett, “Yes, he’s the one in Sequestering. No, you can’t have a bite for the price of a pizza though I will tell him you’re interested. Thank you, Nathan. Good bye.”
She turned to Everett, “Nathan is young. Be good. And if you want to offer him a nibble from your arm, cover the veins on your wrist on that arm with your hand so he doesn’t think it’s an offer of more. He’s into the Goth scene and used to vampire want-a-bes letting him graze on them at the clubs.”
“He doesn’t have anything contagious, does he, feeding so indiscriminately?”
“You have been reading the manual?” she asked him. “That’s at the beginning in the second chapter.”
“It said,” he quoted, “ ‘blood fed from a previous donor will not cause infection to anyone fed on thereafter as long as there is no active blood transmission.’ But what about if he doesn’t swallow between feedings?”
“I assure you he will have swallowed if only because he’ll have been drooling at the thought of you. It is acceptable to allow a nibble under conditions like this as long asyour consort has not forbidden it.”
“Yeah yeah, the chapter under Etiquette, like Connell would let me if he knew, but I’m in Sequestering so I’m supposed to be learning and trying new things.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, just stay close?”
“I’ll be right there. No one is going to make you into Take Out.”
Part 23a
Word count: 100
Sonya was consuming her blood when the car pulled into the driveway.
Drooling with lust, Everett watched a young man hop out carrying something large and flat in an insulated bag. He had the door open before the doorbell rang and the words, “Pizza Delivery,” could be uttered.
His, “You’re Nathan?” was answered by an uncertain nod.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“Um, having my way with Nathan. He’s not biting though.” Everett frowned.
Accusingly after the delivery boy left, “You said he’d take my blood for pizza.”
“I made that up. It’s a vampire joke Nathan and I share.”
Part 24
Word count:1857
The day outside was bright, Everett could tell from staring into the monitors longingly. If he wanted to go outside he’d need sunglasses after all the time spent in the Blood Donation Clinic where the sun didn’t shine and vampires didn’t make ashes of themselves. He smiled at his pun, stir crazy with next to nothing to do if one didn’t count the consort manual that he’d finished late this morning. What could it hurt if he went out and sat looking at the sun drenched world. There was dew still on the top steps in the protection of the shrub shaded overhang and the computer was keyed with facial recognition to not lock him out. If anyone from outside, asked he’d say he was staying at the clinic for training and this was his break. It wasn’t a lie, he was in training for vampire consort and he was taking a break from staring at photos and biographies of vampires who wanted to get to know him better. Know being in the semi-biblical manner and they were more interested in him giving up his blood after a sweet time of lust inducement.
“Hey, you’re Everett the one everybody is interested in?”
Everett blinked. “How did you sneak up on me?” watching as the other man settled beside him on the steps.
“You were mooning at the sunlight,” was replied with a smirk, “I know the feeling. Sometimes you just feel the need.” A hand was extended towards Everett, “Vlad and yes I am aware of what my parents cursed me with. Something to do with being conceived,” he grimaced, “while my parents were watching a vampire movie. Who tells their kid that anyway?! My Mom even showed me the costumes that they were wearing once! I was fourteen. Scarred me for life!”
“So now you’re a fearless vampire hunter?”
A grinned, “sometimes, when he wants to get kinky. It’s a little like playing hide and seek and the vampire jumps out at you, pins you down, rips off your clothes and proceeds to make mad passionate love to you with nipping and sucking.”
A delicious shiver went down Everett’s back. “He fuck you too?”
“Usually fingers,” was said with a pulling of Vlad’s lips. “If I’m really good or he’s in the mood then he will, and lick it off me with little lappings and sucking nips. Doesn’t happen near often enough,” was sighed.
“You should insist if you want it more.” Everett paused, “What’s it like having more than fingers up your ass?”
“You feel full. It’s strange if you’ve never done it before or not often. My mind makes this connection, like a stake saying this is mine has been thrust into me and it feels soooo right.” He shrugged, “maybe that’s why he only does it occasionally. He doesn’t want it to get old. But,” Vlad grinned, “I could be it’s something else, maybe that’s where little vampires come from.” He laughed when Everett tried to push him off the step. “Seriously, they have to come from somewhere. You’ve met Nathan, he told me he had and,” he snickered, “you tried to get him to bite you.”
Face burning, Everett dropped his head into his hands thinking, “kill me now.” He brought his face up to glare into the amused limpid blue eyes looking at him, “Does everybody know?”
“Naw. Nathan only has a part-time job and not many pizza deliveries are to households like ours. He’s not allowed to bite humans yet. Still feeding off the largesse of his consort.” He shook his head and sighed, “must be interesting to 69 like that. Another thing I don’t get to do often.”
“But you do get to then? Suck him off?”
“How old do you think Stephen is? Stephen sucks.”
“What?!”
“Stephen is supposed to be somewhere’s up from 73. I was born in 1959. Parents knew somebody who knew somebody and Horror of Dracula had a private showing at a Halloween party. Don’t look older than 21, do I.” He grinned, “Guess how old I was when Warren fucked me the first time?”
“Warren?! You’re Warren’s consort?”
“Yep. In the flesh and still sans fangs. Don’t know if I ever want to be fanged. It’s nice being 21, or at least looking it. Besides, if you’re fanged then it won’t be long before you’re no good for sucking on.” He gave a one shouldered shrug. “Poor nourishment. Probably won’t be long before your consort decides to wean you off and find someone who can feed him better.”
“You think Connell is thinking about doing that with Stephen?”
“Possible but unlikely. You could be a sliding Stephen into retired fanghood, but Connell is pretty steady in his affections to hear Warren talk.” Vlad cocked his head to the side considering, “Would make him a good candidate for the Council if he had a ready supplyat home and didn’t need to hunt for the occasional meal away from home.” Shaking his head, “Warren doesn’t see him reaching for that Council seat any time this century.”
“Sooo, Warren and Connell in competition for a future Council seat? Is that why you’re here?”
“May-be,” he grinned. “There’s twelve seats on the Council and at least three are getting pretty old and wanting to do other things than sitting around deciding people’s lives for their own good. Warren would have to find us a steady third before he made a push in that direction.
It’s a big decision to tie your life with one of the fanged. You really have to love them with all their foibles and neediness and they have to really love you. I think Warren wants to keep doing what he’s doing but then again,” he grinned, “it’s excellent training for being on the Council. Connell writes books, thrillers with blood and gore and sex that hits all the kinky dark passions of people now-a-days. He’s too high profile and he’ll have to retire from writing sometime before people start adding and subtracting the years he’s been a published author. If he’s got you in place, he can gracefully retire in about ten to fifteen years to be on the Council and when he retires from that take up writing again with no one the wiser in the human world.”
He stopped, noticing Everett’s big eyes, “I talk too much.”
Narrowing his eyes at Vlad as a thought came to him, “You want me to be on ice as a freelance until Warren decides if he wants to be on the Council,” he accused.
“You’d be old and grey by that time,” Vlad shook his head, “I don’t want to have my co-consort looking older than I am. I wouldn’t mind having one of your kids, if that ever happens, if I can’t sneak you away into our little love nest, but you have to be the right one to add to us. I don’t know yet if you are but wouldn’t you like to try us?” Vlad leered.
“Talking about feeding off one of my kids is not an enticement of the sexy romantic sort. You’re already thinking about my replacement being one of my own kids!”
“I call ‘em, like I see ‘em.”
“You’re disgusting. Besides if I were to try Warren and liked him more than …”
“No. Not like, you’d have to love him and me.”
“Fine, if I were to try Warren and loved him and you, more than Connell and Stephen, the Council would tell me this time to pick someone who hasn’t got a consort already or they’d start lining up people who are likely candidates for future Council members.”
“Got it in one. Something to consider when you are looking at all those files of interested fangs. Do they already have a consort and are they thinking of retiring their present consort into fangs or are they thinking of that seat on the Council?”
“That’s so cold blooded. You said it’s supposed to be about love and you’re making it so mercenary.” Everett couldn’t help the revulsion in his voice.
“So,” Vlad shrugged, “freelance and by-pass all the politics. If you don’t love Connell and Stephen, wait until you do, if ever, find the one you want badly enough. You’re what eighteen? You’ve got time to dabble your toes in the lake of possibles and feed other fangs while you do it.”
Realizing the only way Vlad would stop is by implying to him he’d think about it, Everett stood attempting to brush the wet from the seat of his pants, “Maybe you’ll hear from me,” it was his turn to shrug. He smiled as he turned towards the door saying, “and maybe you won’t.”
“Ev. Think about it,” was said seriously. “I wouldn’t mind you as my co-. I think we could be good together but you won’t know if you don’t try Warren. Don’t let what he said when you first met him put you off him and me.”
Turning back to look at Vlad still seated on the steps, “Do I tell him that you were here angling for him?”
“Fangs. No. I don’t know if he’d suck the bruises off my ass afterwards.”
Confusion wrinkled Everett’s forehead, “then if he’s not interested. Why are you here?”
“Nathan.”
“Wha-? Nathan?”
“He thought you were nice and seemed a bit clueless. I told him I’d look.” Giving another one armed shrug, “He was right. I like you. Clueless is cute but it’s better to have all the facts when you make important decisions. I want you to consider Warren.”
“I think about it, okay. But you should know that Warren’s photo wasn’t in the files Sonya gave me.”
“Exactly. You can request him if you want.”
“What makes you think, he’ll say yes?”
“I’m going to get my ass bruised and hopefully sucked.”
Spreading his hands Everett asked, “Why?”
“You know how they say, A man’s heart is through his stomach,” nodding, “same sort of thing.”
“You are managing Warren through sex?”
“Yep,” he smiled, “I love him and he can be what my Mom would call pig-headed. It’s the best way to manage him. He’s really a cuddly sweetie.”
“Why wouldn’t he want to suck from me?”
“Connell and he have been friends for a long time. Stephen and I are good friends since Warren consorted with me. Sometimes we get together and …” he broke off. “Your eyes are getting big again.”
“I’m asking Stephen about you.”
“Excellent. I won’t have to think up something for Warren then.”
Shaking his head at him, “I thought that you didn’t want me to tell Warren because of getting spanked.”
Grinning, “that’s because I’ll have already been spanked once just to get him to consider putting his name in the pot. I don’t want to be spanked a second time so soon.”
“You are impossible.”
“No, I’m very possible. Think about it.” He called, “Tell Stephen ‘Hi’ for me when you call him.”
Everett laughed as he went through the open door not even looking back as he raised his hand and waved.
Part 25
Word count: 654
Sonya had been meticulous as always in accessing my various health indicators and given me an encouraging smile before she left. I shivered. Sonya I knew and was comfortable with but this time was very much like when I first met Connell except I knew what was going to happen, sort of, and I almost asked for the laughing gas to handle the tension.
I could handle this, I told myself and shivered again. This could go very, very badly or very good or … I didn’t know how I wanted it to go. The door slid open and he walked in just as I remembered him, his face stern. Someone didn’t want to be here though no one could have forced him to unless he wanted to be here. Vlad was a force to be reckoned with.
“So,” I began nonchalantly, “how’s Vlad?”
“Standing up or reading while draped over a chair,” Warren’s face cracked into a small smile, “ass up of course. But then you knew that that would happen or so he told me.”
I flinched mumbling, “yeah, he said something like that.”
“Connell is more lax in his spanking, reserving it for sex play. I prefer that my consort know that even in his punishment, he is made aware that I still love him. Consorts are like small children, you have to keep them safe, sometimes even from themselves. Vlad would have worse happen to him if Connell thought he was working against him, Connell wants you very much. I prefer Vlad suffer a small amount of pain rather than a possibly fatal confrontation which I would then have to address in my official capacity. Connell would suffer either severe punishment or be dead, Stephen would be without his consort, Vlad would be remorseful and you still wouldn’t have the consort you say you love.”
“Okay so politics but how exactly does Vlad know that you still love him after you beat his ass to the point he can’t sit!” My voice rose in defiance the further into the sentence I went.
Warren gave a full on smile, “But he is able to sit and I explained it to him afterwards as he sat in my lap and went over each and every one the points of what could happen as a result of his manipulations.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
He sighed, “Yes. Punishing Vlad is not pleasurable for me. But you’ve met him, he is persistent. I talked to Connell and explained Vlad had already been disciplined and then I asked if Stephen could come over and sit with him while I was gone. I’m sure by now ice is being applied to the areas in need.”
“Connell didn’t mind you being my second diner?”
“We have been friends since we were new fanged. Connell is aware that someone else would need to feed on you to satisfy the Council’s requirements. He also knows my Vlad,” Warren smiled fondly, “Vlad has been a topic of discussion many times.”
“You love him,” Everett said softly in wonder.
With a boyish grin Warren said, “I’m also hungry. I just arrived home and Vlad refused to feed me until I listened to him about you. And then after his spanking, well,” he spread his hands helplessly, “he wouldn’t taste very well since it was a punishment.” He looked down frowned darkly, “I’m sure that that was part of his plan too.”
“So how did your name get on the list two days a- …” Warren stared stolidly at him. “Oh. Vlad.” Everett didn’t really need to see Warren nod in confirmation. Snickering, “He’s sneaky.”
“Yes. Yes he is. Less talk more sucking,” Warren scooped Everett up divesting him of remaining clothing in smooth haste.
“Your Vlad technique is showing,” Everett said and then arched up with a cry as fangs daintily pierced his cock head. The appetizer course was being served.
Part 26
Word count:1014
“No, you can not go home looking like that,” Sonya repeated for what felt like the twelfth time. “It is fortunate that blood donors, normal blood donors,” her brow rose looking at him, “must wait to replenish their blood before they can donate again. Remember what I told you about why you couldn’t host a diner so soon after Connell sent you here?”
They were seated at the breakfast bar, him with his scrambled eggs and sausage and Sonya with a cup of tea, “But Connell knows that it was Warren who was with me and they play together with their consorts.”
“No. Do not ask again for the rest of the day or you’ll have steak medium rare for all of your meals until I forgive you.” Her fangs were showing and the words hissed. It occurred to Everett that there was something more behind just his safety.
“I can still come by and visit with you, can’t I? After this is all done?” Putting his arms around her, “I love you. Just not in that way.”
She was stiff in his hold and then melted, “And I love you too, just not in that way.” A smile colored her reply in mischievous amusement. “I love you this way,” she nipped him lightly under his ear, suckling a moment, “and this way,” and kissed him on the forehead. Sighing, “but you’ve got too much cock for my taste.”
Grinning Everett said, “That’s not a bad complement. A cupboard love friend.” He sobered, “Will I ever get to see you in the future?”
“Well there are the soirées and if ever Connell can’t take you with him for any reason, you might be placed back in my keeping.” She leaned forward whispering, “I’m safe.”
“Sure you are,” and he dragged the sure out grinning as he did, giving her a squeeze.
“You have to stop doing that. It is not appropriate for a donor to squeeze one of my kind; not their consort or being their concubine. Not in public anyway and not where Connell can see.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Brat. So what did you think of Warren? I was surprised his name was on the list. It wasn’t there the day before and yet there his name was stuck in the middle.”
Vlad evidently knew how to hack into lists, which was a feat because the list was printed out on paper. A seed of unease riffled up his spine.
“Sonya, how is my choice of consort recorded? It’s a done deal that once I satisfied the Council’s requirements that it’s Connell I want, right?”
She looked at him. “You have to have a meeting between your new consort choice and the consort who initially petitioned for you, if you want to change your mind. There would be at least two Council members present to keep order.”
Inwardly Everett breathed out a sigh. Vlad couldn’t tamper with that.
“There will be two Council members present anyway to witness your first union,” her tone saying, that was in the manual you were supposed to have read and understood.
“I know, I know. Just wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a paper thing that could get mixed up. No koon-ut-kal-if-fee at the last moment.”
Sonya’s brow was furrowed, “I don’t understand. What language is that in?”
“Vulcan.” Everett grinned.
“Where is this place that Vulcan is spoken? I’ve never heard of this language.”
Turning her towards the communal living area of which he was the only border, “I’ll find it for you on Netflix. The episode is called 'Amok Time' and the show is called Star Trek.” He took pity on her, “It’s a sci-fi program.”
“Then this Star Trek is not real. You can not base real life on a fictional media program.”
“They dealt with real life issues in their shows. There was racism and what it means to be human and this one was …” He thought over the story line, trying to remember what could be the theme the show’s writers were looking for, “hmmm prearranged marriages and the strength of love between friends, or something like that.”
Maybe he thought by the time they reached the beginning of season two, twenty-nine shows later, she’d have forgotten about his bringing up koon-ut-kal-if-fee unless it happened at his wedding. Vlad, he had a feeling, already knew about it. Just how underhanded and able was Vlad at maneuvering things to his wishes? Judging by the magicking in of Warren’s name onto the printed out list, he wasn’t so sure.
“Can I call Stephen and talk to him?” he asked nervously during a break.
Sonya was busy cueing up the next show as he looked over at her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t order in full sized posters of Uhura or Nurse Chapel or even, he grinned, T’Pring.
“Yes, now that you’ve completed the requirements, it is perfectly acceptable that you may contact your future co-consort,” she answered preoccupied with her task.
He went over and gave her a hug, “I’m going to go to bed now then, so I can call him in the morning.”
“But what about the next episode?” Sonya held her hand out towards the large flat screen television mounted on the wall.
“We can discuss any of the episodes you’ve watched before you go to sleep or when you wake up. In fact wake me. I’ve watched all three seasons of the original series and,” he grinned, “then there’s the spin offs with Sisko and Janeway’s series’; The Next Generation with Pichard, and the prequel series with Archer and T’Pau, and ‘then’ there’s” he paused to put a dramatic husky low tone into his words “The Movies”.
Sonya’s pupils dilated and her fangs came out further than when she'd been his diner.
Slapping his hands up over his mouth and widening his eyes he wailed, “What have I done?!” Sonya looked concerned, “I’ve created a Trekkie.” The pillow hit him with enough force that he stumbled going out the doorway, laughing all the way to his bedroom.
Part 27
Word count: 1005
“You are an amazing donor. Your body’s blood regenerative abilities …” Sonya held up the lab results from the Medical Clinic. “By yourself you could feed one of us every day without any difficulties.” She frowned, “This might be a problem for your co-consort. The medical condition you have makes you need to donate your blood for your health to not deteriorate. It might be better if you did freelance for our Blood Clinic.”
“I could still donate at the Dr. Gordon’s clinic on the days Connell didn’t feed from me,” Everett suggested. “Maybe I’ll even out on my production and I’m just responding to being drained,” he added hopefully. “I mean look how many days it took me to recover from when Connell delivered me here.”
“Dr. Gordon was requesting fairly large blood amounts from you for testing. That is part of the consort instruction program, close monitoring of RBC levels so that your consort knows what you are capable of under stress without his interaction.” She pulled a moue, “In your case it wasn’t strictly necessary but those are the rules.”
He looked up at her worriedly, “You are thinking that my becoming a co-consort will harm Connell and Stephen’s relationship.”
“That is out of your hands unless you decide to protest and select a different consort from Connell. How much do you love Connell and Stephen? Enough to let them go?” Sonya asked smoothly.
“I need to talk to Connell,” Everett said. “I need to know.” He felt tears burn in his eyes. Even Warren would be off limits. Warren loved Vlad and he was a decent guy on his own. He’d been kind and thoroughly attended to making Everett’s experience pleasurable. He could see why Stephen didn’t mind playing with Warren and Vlad.
Stephen had been so elated, when Everett called, anticipating the ceremony that he would attend with Connell for Everett’s Union into their family. He’d tried to bring up Vlad’s ability to somehow interfere and Stephen had outright laughed with delight that Vlad wanted Everett for Warren. “More fun when all of us play together,” had been Stephen’s take on it. Everett’s, “but I think he can work magicks to get what he wants,” had been discounted as Vlad wouldn’t do anything that would hurt Connell or himself. At the time he’d taken solace that if Vlad fixed things so that Warren was his consort, that at least he’d still get to see and love occasionally with Connell and Stephen. Now maybe even that might be denied to him.
So he needed to talk to Connell. But that was more difficult to do than he thought. Even a phone call message didn’t bring a return call. Frustrated he stomped around the Donation Clinic swearing under his breath.
“You’re just working yourself up and making your blood useless for feeding on,” Sonya told him patting the cushion of the sofa where she lounged. “Some people consider it bad luck to see or interact with their consort before the Union Ceremony after the sequestering,” she shrugged, “Connell could be one of them. That might explain why Stephen isn’t answering your calls too.”
Suspiciously he looked at her, “Did Connell get my results from Dr. Gordon’s Clinic too?”
“He’s the one who sent me the results. You’re his responsibility. I imagine he sent off the results to the Council as well.”
Dejection flooded him in a wave travelling down his body and he slumped down onto the sofa. It was a nice sofa, leather dyed a pleasing shade of dark walnut and polished so it gleamed softly in the light but it could have been coarse burlap for all it mattered to him.
“He’s looked on what it would do to his relationship with Stephen. He doesn’t want me.”
Sonya patted him, “This is what is known as pre-Union jitters. Just go along one step in front of the other and ask yourself do you love him enough to let him make the decisions for what he thinks is best. If he decides what you are worrying about him deciding then he won’t show up and the Council members will not pressure you to take another. They may suggest you experiment with others to see if you could love someone else and be loved by them. You are terribly easy to love.” She sighed, “Even me, though you really do not appeal to my gender sensibilities.”
“One foot in front of the other, I can do that … maybe.” He exploded, “But this is my life. It is so unfair that he will not give me some inkling what the hell is going on in his mind.”
“Yes. Yes, men are all inconsiderate boors and you aren’t one yourself.”
“Don’t try to make me feel better. I don’t want to.”
“What do you want to do?”
Crossing his arms and slumping lower, glowering at the blank screen of the flat-screen, “Sulk,” Everett replied.
Sonya pressed the button on the remote, “Well while you do I’m going to watch the first episode of the second season of Star Trek. I’ve finally reached ‘Amok Time.’”
“Perfect, just perfect.” Everett agreed grumpily. “I can practice my koon-ut-kal-if-fee response.”
Sonya told him to stop when they got to the part where T’Pring gave her kal-if-feeline to the ‘marriage or challenge’ ritual. He was being distracting and her fangs were down in anticipation of the challenge combat scenes. Yes, he really did believe that Sonya would find a copy of T’Pring in her marriage attire. He wondered if he should remind her, as she had him,that it wasn’t real no matter how hard either of them wished it was. He knew all about it, Spock had been his first crush. He and Sonya could each have one of the ill fated marital party and run away with them and McCoy would fix his little blood problem. His loud heavy sigh earned him a swatting motion and hissing from Sonya, her eyes rapt on the Spock/Kirk action.
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Part 20
Word count: 894
The bed was a wide expanse of white with tied off draperies at each corner and the footboard an ornate frame. All very nice, he supposed but right now he wanted quiet, dark, and small to hide in and lick his proverbial wounds. It was only for a little while, Connell had said and then wrung from him every last drop of cum and almost more than Everett could safely give in blood.
There was a tsk from the doorway as Sonya entered, “Guess I don’t have to do more then rudimentary physical check on you. Connell would deliver you drained, putting off anyone being able to do much with you even if you were willing.”
Everett remembered Connell growling off and on as he placed kisses and nips over the expanse of Everett’s bare flesh.
“Take off all your clothes, please. Let’s see the damage,” she directed him in what Everett was relieved to recognize as ultra-professional in tone. The hiss as he removed his shirt ruined that, “He’s more attached to you than I’d surmised to do that much damage.” She stroked a cool hand from his shoulder and down his back, “and not a bruise left to empty.”
“He didn’t beat me,” Everett said defiantly and deflated when she replied, “of course not,” smiling, “other than your lower cheeks I’d imagine but then ass cheeks are meant for play.”
She grinned briefly as a blush tried to rise in his face and then frowned, “He really tried to make sure you were off limits for as long as possible.” Shaking her head, “such control, he must know exactly how far he could feed and not kill you. Oh well, more time for you to study the manual, though your recovery time will impede your ability to concentrate on the pre-consort instruction.” She leaned forward, “I hope you like red meat, you’re going to be eating a lot of it while you’re here, so as to build you up again. Now dear,” she flicked her hand at his lower extremities, “the rest of your clothing … I really do need to see what damage there is.” She sighed, “ and I know that that’s not going to be easy because I do mean everywhere. It’s scant comfort but you’ve not got anything I haven’t seen before.” Smiling with that closed lipped smile, she said, “I prefer my dates be female but I have dabbled with the occasional male from time to time.
Everett toed off his shoes and pushed his pants down in rush and saw Sonya’s face as she blankly blinked. He wasn’t sure what she said or in what language but the tone said her experience had been expanded by one. The mirror in his bathroom had told him what she saw; Connell had been most thorough in his attentions that all of Everett’s skin would remember him. Mentally he shrugged, his vampire had marked his territory everywhere, in as meticulously comprehensive a manner as Everett had skin.
“Well. I stand corrected. That’s new. You’ll need to heal much more than I thought, did he do the same to your other opening? If you find that it’s painful to void your bladder, you must let me know. Turn please and if you could pull your nether cheeks open as you bend over.” She sighed again when he complied and caught him when he nearly toppled over. “I’m sorry. I forgot your depletion. I’ll get you some orange juice. Do you feel like soaking in the bath, the warm water might help heal those particular bites faster and will certainly keep them cleaner.” Smiling, “You’re going to feel like a prune. There’s ointment to put on them to keep the skin soft but I’d like to lick those too before we do that. Our saliva at first promotes free bleeding while feeding and then after nullifies the anti-clotting with antibiotic properties. Connell evidently forgot that or perhaps didn’t consider it as he gave into his possessiveness.”
Yes, Connell was an idiot to not think of that, Everett thought as he nodded and Sonya had helped him into the bathroom and run the water into the tub for him, checking it for temperature and then helped him settle into it. An idiot who was too busy fuming that the Council had decreed that while Everett was receiving his pre-consort instruction during the one month sequestering so that both individuals had time to reconsider, he should also be donor to at least 2 vampires and the samplings be of both genders. He shivered in spite of the warmth of the water, glad that it would be Sonya, who was female and known to him, that would be doing his aftercare. The cool liquid of the orange juice flowed over his tongue from the straw, that seemed to magically appear or he was still in a daze. Sonya sat on a stool watching him, wouldn’t do for him to drown now would it, he thought, the fairy prince who must endure his trials to earn his way to be the prized consort. He must have dozed off because he woke briefly lying on his belly, hips slightly elevated and someone with a talented tongue lapping at his asshole. That’s nice. Mussst dooo thisss againnnn, he had time to think before slipping back into sleep.
Part 21
Word count: 1437
A person could get sick of beef, he thought after the third day of steak, bloody steak. He liked medium well done steak but Sonya encouraged him to have rare and between them settled on medium, not medium rare because his idea of medium and her idea of medium didn’t agree. So he insisted on his medium well and got medium. Vampires are opinionated and stubborn, which came as no surprise having lived with Connell, but Sonya’s mission was him and he was never more glad that Stephen would be there with him in Connell’s regard at the end of this. He wondered if he had telephone privileges so he could call home. Maybe if he called during the day when Connell was asleep they wouldn’t mind.
Vampire spit really did the trick, inwardly Everett giggled at the rhyme. His injuries were healing faster than what was usual for him and the lassitude from his blood loss was gone which was probably due to his body’s blood production problem. He’d asked Sonya and been told that when his red blood cell count was elevated enough the Donation clinic would appreciate his contribution and she brought up that she could continue the licking that he seemed to enjoy so much to add the enhanced flavor to his donation. He would of course be compensated for his donation, not as much as if he’d had a donation ‘date’ but more than a regular human style donation. She didn’t advise that he engage with one of his required hostings while Connell’s marks were so noticeable as, Everett added another attribute to his vampire knowledge of attributes, ‘her people’ were competitive and things could get out of control. He sighed, the time for him to, he rolled his eyes, play donor to a diner was more rapidly approaching than he wanted.
I wonder if my time with Sonya counts as my female vampire? He asked himself and then asked Sonya.
“No dear, a ‘date’ is a full blown,” she smiled fangs showing, “event involving blood and sex. Though both you and I enjoy our time together such as it is, there’s no real sex involved to fully flavor your blood and I’m not feeding. The Council wants you to experience other vampires so that you can enter into your consort relationship with the knowledge that Connell is who you want and that there won’t be any ‘if only’ problems afterwards. We don’t want any duelings at dusk because you find yourself attracted to someone else.”
“But … even people in love sometimes find after a time that they’ve grown apart.”
“Page 29, dear. A vampire when he bonds maintains touch with the mind of his consort and ensures that the emotional wandering of affection can be guided back to its rightful and original form.”
“I read that but,” how to phrase this so as not to cause offense, “isn’t that the same as mind control?”
“No, that is viewing what the problem is that could cause the emotional straying and seeing what can be done to amend the situation. It’s like talking things over before the thorn is perceived by the consort. Often all that’s required is a romantic interlude and frank expressions of love for the human individual. More human marriages would continue in a loving manner if humans had this ability. Connell wouldn’t be so attached to you if there wasn’t an emotional aspect that is probably love on both your sides. The reason why he introduced you to his consort, Stephen, is because he needed to assess if you and Stephen could love each other and him. He’s very strong, Connell. There’s talk that it’s possible he’ll be on the Council one day. But you need not concern yourself with that, that could be a long time from now and makes no difference to your relationship with him and his Stephen. Still it is something to keep in the back of your mind. If you find you don’t want to be exclusive, as a consort, or with Connell, there are other options. The present Council will assist you whatever your decision. Bloodshed is wasteful and attracts attention and bodies are so difficult to do away with.” Sonya gave a wide smile as his eyes rounded, “Joking. You are way too valuable as a donor however you decide. A dissatisfied donor is a sour tasting donor and drugs taint the blood, page 4 dear.”
“Oh. Yeah. Okay. I think I’ll read.” He held up the manual, “I’m on page 58 and I’ve got,” he ruffled the pages, “only a couple hundred more.”
“You should but it’s time for your bath and tongue washing.”
Everett looked at Sonya’s face and her smile, “you really like licking me, don’t you?”
“It’s one of my pleasanter duties and you give off pheromones that are divine to scent. I can see why Connell wants you even if your personality and blood weren’t attractive. He did tell you that you were also important for another reason?”
“He was kind of busy staking his claim,” Sonya gave a fake shudder and he smiled, “sorry, page 57 the history section.” She nodded in approval at him, “I’m surprised he got around to telling me about needing to come here, though it was Stephen who told me what he’d had to do so it wasn’t a total surprise.” He fluttered his hand in a get on with it motion.
“There are many couples who want children but for some reason the husband can’t produce what’s needed or there is no husband. The families are carefully vetted for their ability to care for a child by one of our social workers which includes their emotional attachment to each other and how a child will change that dynamic. Your sperm would be supplied to give them a child to care for and love. The hope is that any children that result will have your ability to overproduce blood.”
“Your Council wants to breed people like me! What will happen to the children if they don’t want to or can’t overproduce blood like me?”
“Nothing. They live their lives with their parents. If they are like you, then we do what we have done before, put out an advertisement for donors.”
“Did you know about me before this?! Lured me into this situation?”
“No. You were a complete surprise and gift when Dr. Gordon contacted us about your medical problem. Couple that with you’re sensible and not emotionally disturbed that there are people like us living amongst you …” She spread her hands, “a gift. Now about that bath.” She smiled, “I’d make a totally vulgar tongue movement like a cat licking but we’re both better than that and I’m not a pervert.”
Everett grinned at her, “No, you just like to lick men’s assholes and other parts of their bodies.”
“Not just any man. Remember I prefer women, but for you I’ll make an exception.”
“Riiiight.”
“Indeed,” she responded primly and then grinned at him. “Sir, your bath awaits. Get naked.”
“How is the sperm collected?” he asked walking backwards toward the bathroom.
“Quite pleasurably I would imagine. During your consort ceremony the best man gives you a blow job and swallows your ejaculate. Your consort fucks you and gives you an orgasm to remember, touching your mind and sharing his feelings as he does so. In a way the best man is sucking the consort too since mentally you’ll be joined.” She recalled herself, “watch the chair, it’s behind you to your left. Veer right. When you’re donating sperm you’ll wear a condom for the first orgasm when you’re most likely to be of optimum sperm count and that will be collected for the donation.” She shrugged, “Don’t know the frequency and the Good Doctor will want to know about your past history like when symptoms of your condition first manifested.”
“So I’ll have kids but not raise them.”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ve got to make something of my life so, if they ever find out about me, they’ll be proud I’m their biological dad.”
“They’d be proud anyway. You’re a kind, sweet person. Level headed and many other things.”
“You’re not just saying that to get into my pants?”
“You’ve got something in your pants that I do want but you’ve still got them on and you need to bathe before I can have it.”
“Right. I should do that then,” and they ended up grinning at each other before she picked him up and carried him into the bathroom over her shoulder to Everett’s very convincing, “Eeep.”
Part 22
Word count: 666
“You are a bad, bad, bad man. I’ll go get you some orange juice and we wasted a perfectly good opportunity for a semen emission collection,” Sonya lamented as she levered herself up from the bed. Everett grinned tiredly up at her and she sighed, “and yes, this did count as being with a female diner.”
His hypothesis was correct, vampires had reflexes like sharks you just had to chum the waters, so to speak; get a little fresh tasty blood in their mouth and they couldn’t help themselves. Guess that was why there was the probation against anything penetrative when a vampire was trying to coax someone to let them have them. All he’d had to do was impale his ass on one of Sonya’s fangs, seemingly totally not by accident. The blood in her mouth had done the rest.
“Orange juice. There’s a bendy straw so you can sip while I clean you up, again.” She stroked his ass, giving it a small squeeze and licked up what must have resulted. “Connell is going to have his hands full with you.” Everett snorted and choked, “Swallow. Inhaling orange juice can cause severe coughing.” Sonya pulled him up and patted his back through the coughing. “It’s dangerous to bleed into someone’s mouth, our impulses take over.” She scolded, “You only do it with someone you know you can trust. Here at the Clinic we make sure that the diners don’t go too far or if they do we can take measures to save the donor and to see it doesn’t happen again.”
“Knew I could trust you.” He snuggled into the pillow as Sonya’s tongue worked its magic. “If it had to be a female diner, I preferred it being you. I like you,” he exhaled softly, “just not in ‘that’ way.”
“Finish the drink and sleep, darling. I didn’t take very much blood; tomorrow we’ll have a condom on you and do it the correct way, so there’ll be no question of it when they ask for validation. I’m honored you chose me but never, and I can’t stress this enough, never do that again with one of my kind.” She licked, “If I had to take a male consort, I’d choose you too.” She placed a kiss on the cheek nearest to her, “lucky for you, you’re not female.”
As Everett slid into sleep he heard her, “It’s too bad you’ve no siblings,” and his sleeply chuckled, “gotta sister,” changed to a light snuffled snore.
There was a body behind him in the bed as he started to wake and he nestled back into it wanting to feel the hard need of Connell pressing into him. His body thought it was a great idea and was showing interest in a quick morning snacking.
“Hang on, let me get all the gloves on us, yours and mine. I just got a manicure done. Normally that would act as an inhibition but you are exceptionally tasty when sexually excited.”
“Sure you know what to do with a man?”
“Yessss,” was hissed. “I don’t do it often but I have done it.”
Her cool arm reached over him and removed a small tube of lube that had been resting in the warmth of his arm pit. As her hand grazed by the front of his body, she, seemingly by accident and he gave her props for in a sense goosing the gander, lightly scrapped a nail over his nipple. He hissed and bowed up into the ripple of want.
“Ah, you like nipple play and are sensitive. That my dear will make this very nice indeed. I too, like nipples,” she said archly. I think we’ll start exploring your small points of interest and add in a light perineum and testicle massage. We’ll see where we go from there.”
Everett hearing her, “If only this didn’t feel like it’s going to be so incestuous,” had a moment of regret for using someone who was his friend.
Part 23
Word count: 887
“Alright. You’ve been with a female,” Sonya pointed at herself, “now you just need to have a date with a male. I can, for want of a better word, advertize that there is a male donor date available through normal procedures or, if you have another choice,not Connell, I can contact that individual to place your request.”
“Can I see what they look like before I commit to being with them? How did Connell get chosen as my diner?”
“Luck and he was next on the roster, plus he’s good with the nervous donors, gentle. Yes, I can provide photographs.”
“So if Connell hadn’t been available, who would I have been with?”
“Warren.”
“Warren, as in ‘We’re worried about not hearing from you,’ Warren? As in pointing out the benefits of donor freelancing?”
Sonya smiled her fangs glistening, “Ironic isn’t it. He also is consorted and uses our facilities for those meals that would over stress his consort's abilities, when he should not feed from him.” She spread her fingers flat on the small table, “Having a freelance donor like you would ease many of our diners’ needs.”
“What do your diners do if there’s not enough donors, hypothetically of course?”
“We control the blood banks. Blood has an expiration date and just before its expiration we provide for those who need it but,” she paused, “hypothetically, many free range.”
Everett arched his brows, “hunt like in the vampire movies?”
“We do not call ourselves that!”
“Sorry.” He regarded her fingers, “hunt in the same way as is portrayed in the horror movies?
She shook her head at him but gave a closed mouth smile, “All donors, whether they know what’s happening or not, are fed from consensually. There is a department that is responsible for investigating any suspicious reports of exsanguinations or rape with blood loss. The consequences for those caught …” she shuddered. “Warren works in that department which means he has a vested interest in you entering into the donor pool. He’s seen what happens as a result of desperation for a fully flavored meal. Think of it like being fed chicken when there’s steak out there.”
“Not the best analogy right now. I’m getting sick of eating steak.”
Sonya frowned at him, “It’s good for you.”
“Well don’t blame me if I run away to a Kentucky Fried Chicken or Taco Cabana some morning when you’re sleeping.” His mouth starting watering, “or a Pizza Hut.” His eyes closed, “They’ve got a Veggie Pizza with tomatoes, onions, green peppers, mushrooms, olives, two cheeses and Parmesan Romano sauce that is to die for.”
“That will not bulk up your RBC,” she glared at him, “and don’t even try it. I’m responsible for keeping you in safe during your Sequestering.”
“You want me to stay inside like a good little consort-to-be, then order me a Veggie Pizza.”
“With ground beef,” she said through her teeth.
Giving her a sunny smile Everett nodded, “Deal.”
“Connell needs to spank you … often.”
Batting his eyes innocently, “but he does,” Everett said and smiled, “often.”
“You’re a brat.”
“Don’t make me whine at you.”
“An obnoxious, irritating brat,” was said with severe eyes that twinkled with amusement. As Everett began to theatrically whine, she pulled out her cell phone, “I’m ordering you your pizza. Stop.”
Coming around behind her, he looped his arms around her neck, “You are the bestest non-vampire in the whole world,” and snickered before kissing her cheek when she growled at him.
“Nathan, hello. Could you send me a … I can’t believe I’m doing this, a Veggie Pizza and add ground beef to it.” Everett interrupted calling over her words, “cooked ground beef.” Saying, “Yes, yes,” to Everett, and into the phone, “cooked ground beef. I CAN hear you laughing Nathan. I’ve got a heathen here.” Glancing up at Everett, “Yes, he’s the one in Sequestering. No, you can’t have a bite for the price of a pizza though I will tell him you’re interested. Thank you, Nathan. Good bye.”
She turned to Everett, “Nathan is young. Be good. And if you want to offer him a nibble from your arm, cover the veins on your wrist on that arm with your hand so he doesn’t think it’s an offer of more. He’s into the Goth scene and used to vampire want-a-bes letting him graze on them at the clubs.”
“He doesn’t have anything contagious, does he, feeding so indiscriminately?”
“You have been reading the manual?” she asked him. “That’s at the beginning in the second chapter.”
“It said,” he quoted, “ ‘blood fed from a previous donor will not cause infection to anyone fed on thereafter as long as there is no active blood transmission.’ But what about if he doesn’t swallow between feedings?”
“I assure you he will have swallowed if only because he’ll have been drooling at the thought of you. It is acceptable to allow a nibble under conditions like this as long asyour consort has not forbidden it.”
“Yeah yeah, the chapter under Etiquette, like Connell would let me if he knew, but I’m in Sequestering so I’m supposed to be learning and trying new things.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Okay, just stay close?”
“I’ll be right there. No one is going to make you into Take Out.”
Part 23a
Word count: 100
Sonya was consuming her blood when the car pulled into the driveway.
Drooling with lust, Everett watched a young man hop out carrying something large and flat in an insulated bag. He had the door open before the doorbell rang and the words, “Pizza Delivery,” could be uttered.
His, “You’re Nathan?” was answered by an uncertain nod.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“Um, having my way with Nathan. He’s not biting though.” Everett frowned.
Accusingly after the delivery boy left, “You said he’d take my blood for pizza.”
“I made that up. It’s a vampire joke Nathan and I share.”
Part 24
Word count:1857
The day outside was bright, Everett could tell from staring into the monitors longingly. If he wanted to go outside he’d need sunglasses after all the time spent in the Blood Donation Clinic where the sun didn’t shine and vampires didn’t make ashes of themselves. He smiled at his pun, stir crazy with next to nothing to do if one didn’t count the consort manual that he’d finished late this morning. What could it hurt if he went out and sat looking at the sun drenched world. There was dew still on the top steps in the protection of the shrub shaded overhang and the computer was keyed with facial recognition to not lock him out. If anyone from outside, asked he’d say he was staying at the clinic for training and this was his break. It wasn’t a lie, he was in training for vampire consort and he was taking a break from staring at photos and biographies of vampires who wanted to get to know him better. Know being in the semi-biblical manner and they were more interested in him giving up his blood after a sweet time of lust inducement.
“Hey, you’re Everett the one everybody is interested in?”
Everett blinked. “How did you sneak up on me?” watching as the other man settled beside him on the steps.
“You were mooning at the sunlight,” was replied with a smirk, “I know the feeling. Sometimes you just feel the need.” A hand was extended towards Everett, “Vlad and yes I am aware of what my parents cursed me with. Something to do with being conceived,” he grimaced, “while my parents were watching a vampire movie. Who tells their kid that anyway?! My Mom even showed me the costumes that they were wearing once! I was fourteen. Scarred me for life!”
“So now you’re a fearless vampire hunter?”
A grinned, “sometimes, when he wants to get kinky. It’s a little like playing hide and seek and the vampire jumps out at you, pins you down, rips off your clothes and proceeds to make mad passionate love to you with nipping and sucking.”
A delicious shiver went down Everett’s back. “He fuck you too?”
“Usually fingers,” was said with a pulling of Vlad’s lips. “If I’m really good or he’s in the mood then he will, and lick it off me with little lappings and sucking nips. Doesn’t happen near often enough,” was sighed.
“You should insist if you want it more.” Everett paused, “What’s it like having more than fingers up your ass?”
“You feel full. It’s strange if you’ve never done it before or not often. My mind makes this connection, like a stake saying this is mine has been thrust into me and it feels soooo right.” He shrugged, “maybe that’s why he only does it occasionally. He doesn’t want it to get old. But,” Vlad grinned, “I could be it’s something else, maybe that’s where little vampires come from.” He laughed when Everett tried to push him off the step. “Seriously, they have to come from somewhere. You’ve met Nathan, he told me he had and,” he snickered, “you tried to get him to bite you.”
Face burning, Everett dropped his head into his hands thinking, “kill me now.” He brought his face up to glare into the amused limpid blue eyes looking at him, “Does everybody know?”
“Naw. Nathan only has a part-time job and not many pizza deliveries are to households like ours. He’s not allowed to bite humans yet. Still feeding off the largesse of his consort.” He shook his head and sighed, “must be interesting to 69 like that. Another thing I don’t get to do often.”
“But you do get to then? Suck him off?”
“How old do you think Stephen is? Stephen sucks.”
“What?!”
“Stephen is supposed to be somewhere’s up from 73. I was born in 1959. Parents knew somebody who knew somebody and Horror of Dracula had a private showing at a Halloween party. Don’t look older than 21, do I.” He grinned, “Guess how old I was when Warren fucked me the first time?”
“Warren?! You’re Warren’s consort?”
“Yep. In the flesh and still sans fangs. Don’t know if I ever want to be fanged. It’s nice being 21, or at least looking it. Besides, if you’re fanged then it won’t be long before you’re no good for sucking on.” He gave a one shouldered shrug. “Poor nourishment. Probably won’t be long before your consort decides to wean you off and find someone who can feed him better.”
“You think Connell is thinking about doing that with Stephen?”
“Possible but unlikely. You could be a sliding Stephen into retired fanghood, but Connell is pretty steady in his affections to hear Warren talk.” Vlad cocked his head to the side considering, “Would make him a good candidate for the Council if he had a ready supplyat home and didn’t need to hunt for the occasional meal away from home.” Shaking his head, “Warren doesn’t see him reaching for that Council seat any time this century.”
“Sooo, Warren and Connell in competition for a future Council seat? Is that why you’re here?”
“May-be,” he grinned. “There’s twelve seats on the Council and at least three are getting pretty old and wanting to do other things than sitting around deciding people’s lives for their own good. Warren would have to find us a steady third before he made a push in that direction.
It’s a big decision to tie your life with one of the fanged. You really have to love them with all their foibles and neediness and they have to really love you. I think Warren wants to keep doing what he’s doing but then again,” he grinned, “it’s excellent training for being on the Council. Connell writes books, thrillers with blood and gore and sex that hits all the kinky dark passions of people now-a-days. He’s too high profile and he’ll have to retire from writing sometime before people start adding and subtracting the years he’s been a published author. If he’s got you in place, he can gracefully retire in about ten to fifteen years to be on the Council and when he retires from that take up writing again with no one the wiser in the human world.”
He stopped, noticing Everett’s big eyes, “I talk too much.”
Narrowing his eyes at Vlad as a thought came to him, “You want me to be on ice as a freelance until Warren decides if he wants to be on the Council,” he accused.
“You’d be old and grey by that time,” Vlad shook his head, “I don’t want to have my co-consort looking older than I am. I wouldn’t mind having one of your kids, if that ever happens, if I can’t sneak you away into our little love nest, but you have to be the right one to add to us. I don’t know yet if you are but wouldn’t you like to try us?” Vlad leered.
“Talking about feeding off one of my kids is not an enticement of the sexy romantic sort. You’re already thinking about my replacement being one of my own kids!”
“I call ‘em, like I see ‘em.”
“You’re disgusting. Besides if I were to try Warren and liked him more than …”
“No. Not like, you’d have to love him and me.”
“Fine, if I were to try Warren and loved him and you, more than Connell and Stephen, the Council would tell me this time to pick someone who hasn’t got a consort already or they’d start lining up people who are likely candidates for future Council members.”
“Got it in one. Something to consider when you are looking at all those files of interested fangs. Do they already have a consort and are they thinking of retiring their present consort into fangs or are they thinking of that seat on the Council?”
“That’s so cold blooded. You said it’s supposed to be about love and you’re making it so mercenary.” Everett couldn’t help the revulsion in his voice.
“So,” Vlad shrugged, “freelance and by-pass all the politics. If you don’t love Connell and Stephen, wait until you do, if ever, find the one you want badly enough. You’re what eighteen? You’ve got time to dabble your toes in the lake of possibles and feed other fangs while you do it.”
Realizing the only way Vlad would stop is by implying to him he’d think about it, Everett stood attempting to brush the wet from the seat of his pants, “Maybe you’ll hear from me,” it was his turn to shrug. He smiled as he turned towards the door saying, “and maybe you won’t.”
“Ev. Think about it,” was said seriously. “I wouldn’t mind you as my co-. I think we could be good together but you won’t know if you don’t try Warren. Don’t let what he said when you first met him put you off him and me.”
Turning back to look at Vlad still seated on the steps, “Do I tell him that you were here angling for him?”
“Fangs. No. I don’t know if he’d suck the bruises off my ass afterwards.”
Confusion wrinkled Everett’s forehead, “then if he’s not interested. Why are you here?”
“Nathan.”
“Wha-? Nathan?”
“He thought you were nice and seemed a bit clueless. I told him I’d look.” Giving another one armed shrug, “He was right. I like you. Clueless is cute but it’s better to have all the facts when you make important decisions. I want you to consider Warren.”
“I think about it, okay. But you should know that Warren’s photo wasn’t in the files Sonya gave me.”
“Exactly. You can request him if you want.”
“What makes you think, he’ll say yes?”
“I’m going to get my ass bruised and hopefully sucked.”
Spreading his hands Everett asked, “Why?”
“You know how they say, A man’s heart is through his stomach,” nodding, “same sort of thing.”
“You are managing Warren through sex?”
“Yep,” he smiled, “I love him and he can be what my Mom would call pig-headed. It’s the best way to manage him. He’s really a cuddly sweetie.”
“Why wouldn’t he want to suck from me?”
“Connell and he have been friends for a long time. Stephen and I are good friends since Warren consorted with me. Sometimes we get together and …” he broke off. “Your eyes are getting big again.”
“I’m asking Stephen about you.”
“Excellent. I won’t have to think up something for Warren then.”
Shaking his head at him, “I thought that you didn’t want me to tell Warren because of getting spanked.”
Grinning, “that’s because I’ll have already been spanked once just to get him to consider putting his name in the pot. I don’t want to be spanked a second time so soon.”
“You are impossible.”
“No, I’m very possible. Think about it.” He called, “Tell Stephen ‘Hi’ for me when you call him.”
Everett laughed as he went through the open door not even looking back as he raised his hand and waved.
Part 25
Word count: 654
Sonya had been meticulous as always in accessing my various health indicators and given me an encouraging smile before she left. I shivered. Sonya I knew and was comfortable with but this time was very much like when I first met Connell except I knew what was going to happen, sort of, and I almost asked for the laughing gas to handle the tension.
I could handle this, I told myself and shivered again. This could go very, very badly or very good or … I didn’t know how I wanted it to go. The door slid open and he walked in just as I remembered him, his face stern. Someone didn’t want to be here though no one could have forced him to unless he wanted to be here. Vlad was a force to be reckoned with.
“So,” I began nonchalantly, “how’s Vlad?”
“Standing up or reading while draped over a chair,” Warren’s face cracked into a small smile, “ass up of course. But then you knew that that would happen or so he told me.”
I flinched mumbling, “yeah, he said something like that.”
“Connell is more lax in his spanking, reserving it for sex play. I prefer that my consort know that even in his punishment, he is made aware that I still love him. Consorts are like small children, you have to keep them safe, sometimes even from themselves. Vlad would have worse happen to him if Connell thought he was working against him, Connell wants you very much. I prefer Vlad suffer a small amount of pain rather than a possibly fatal confrontation which I would then have to address in my official capacity. Connell would suffer either severe punishment or be dead, Stephen would be without his consort, Vlad would be remorseful and you still wouldn’t have the consort you say you love.”
“Okay so politics but how exactly does Vlad know that you still love him after you beat his ass to the point he can’t sit!” My voice rose in defiance the further into the sentence I went.
Warren gave a full on smile, “But he is able to sit and I explained it to him afterwards as he sat in my lap and went over each and every one the points of what could happen as a result of his manipulations.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
He sighed, “Yes. Punishing Vlad is not pleasurable for me. But you’ve met him, he is persistent. I talked to Connell and explained Vlad had already been disciplined and then I asked if Stephen could come over and sit with him while I was gone. I’m sure by now ice is being applied to the areas in need.”
“Connell didn’t mind you being my second diner?”
“We have been friends since we were new fanged. Connell is aware that someone else would need to feed on you to satisfy the Council’s requirements. He also knows my Vlad,” Warren smiled fondly, “Vlad has been a topic of discussion many times.”
“You love him,” Everett said softly in wonder.
With a boyish grin Warren said, “I’m also hungry. I just arrived home and Vlad refused to feed me until I listened to him about you. And then after his spanking, well,” he spread his hands helplessly, “he wouldn’t taste very well since it was a punishment.” He looked down frowned darkly, “I’m sure that that was part of his plan too.”
“So how did your name get on the list two days a- …” Warren stared stolidly at him. “Oh. Vlad.” Everett didn’t really need to see Warren nod in confirmation. Snickering, “He’s sneaky.”
“Yes. Yes he is. Less talk more sucking,” Warren scooped Everett up divesting him of remaining clothing in smooth haste.
“Your Vlad technique is showing,” Everett said and then arched up with a cry as fangs daintily pierced his cock head. The appetizer course was being served.
Part 26
Word count:1014
“No, you can not go home looking like that,” Sonya repeated for what felt like the twelfth time. “It is fortunate that blood donors, normal blood donors,” her brow rose looking at him, “must wait to replenish their blood before they can donate again. Remember what I told you about why you couldn’t host a diner so soon after Connell sent you here?”
They were seated at the breakfast bar, him with his scrambled eggs and sausage and Sonya with a cup of tea, “But Connell knows that it was Warren who was with me and they play together with their consorts.”
“No. Do not ask again for the rest of the day or you’ll have steak medium rare for all of your meals until I forgive you.” Her fangs were showing and the words hissed. It occurred to Everett that there was something more behind just his safety.
“I can still come by and visit with you, can’t I? After this is all done?” Putting his arms around her, “I love you. Just not in that way.”
She was stiff in his hold and then melted, “And I love you too, just not in that way.” A smile colored her reply in mischievous amusement. “I love you this way,” she nipped him lightly under his ear, suckling a moment, “and this way,” and kissed him on the forehead. Sighing, “but you’ve got too much cock for my taste.”
Grinning Everett said, “That’s not a bad complement. A cupboard love friend.” He sobered, “Will I ever get to see you in the future?”
“Well there are the soirées and if ever Connell can’t take you with him for any reason, you might be placed back in my keeping.” She leaned forward whispering, “I’m safe.”
“Sure you are,” and he dragged the sure out grinning as he did, giving her a squeeze.
“You have to stop doing that. It is not appropriate for a donor to squeeze one of my kind; not their consort or being their concubine. Not in public anyway and not where Connell can see.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Brat. So what did you think of Warren? I was surprised his name was on the list. It wasn’t there the day before and yet there his name was stuck in the middle.”
Vlad evidently knew how to hack into lists, which was a feat because the list was printed out on paper. A seed of unease riffled up his spine.
“Sonya, how is my choice of consort recorded? It’s a done deal that once I satisfied the Council’s requirements that it’s Connell I want, right?”
She looked at him. “You have to have a meeting between your new consort choice and the consort who initially petitioned for you, if you want to change your mind. There would be at least two Council members present to keep order.”
Inwardly Everett breathed out a sigh. Vlad couldn’t tamper with that.
“There will be two Council members present anyway to witness your first union,” her tone saying, that was in the manual you were supposed to have read and understood.
“I know, I know. Just wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a paper thing that could get mixed up. No koon-ut-kal-if-fee at the last moment.”
Sonya’s brow was furrowed, “I don’t understand. What language is that in?”
“Vulcan.” Everett grinned.
“Where is this place that Vulcan is spoken? I’ve never heard of this language.”
Turning her towards the communal living area of which he was the only border, “I’ll find it for you on Netflix. The episode is called 'Amok Time' and the show is called Star Trek.” He took pity on her, “It’s a sci-fi program.”
“Then this Star Trek is not real. You can not base real life on a fictional media program.”
“They dealt with real life issues in their shows. There was racism and what it means to be human and this one was …” He thought over the story line, trying to remember what could be the theme the show’s writers were looking for, “hmmm prearranged marriages and the strength of love between friends, or something like that.”
Maybe he thought by the time they reached the beginning of season two, twenty-nine shows later, she’d have forgotten about his bringing up koon-ut-kal-if-fee unless it happened at his wedding. Vlad, he had a feeling, already knew about it. Just how underhanded and able was Vlad at maneuvering things to his wishes? Judging by the magicking in of Warren’s name onto the printed out list, he wasn’t so sure.
“Can I call Stephen and talk to him?” he asked nervously during a break.
Sonya was busy cueing up the next show as he looked over at her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t order in full sized posters of Uhura or Nurse Chapel or even, he grinned, T’Pring.
“Yes, now that you’ve completed the requirements, it is perfectly acceptable that you may contact your future co-consort,” she answered preoccupied with her task.
He went over and gave her a hug, “I’m going to go to bed now then, so I can call him in the morning.”
“But what about the next episode?” Sonya held her hand out towards the large flat screen television mounted on the wall.
“We can discuss any of the episodes you’ve watched before you go to sleep or when you wake up. In fact wake me. I’ve watched all three seasons of the original series and,” he grinned, “then there’s the spin offs with Sisko and Janeway’s series’; The Next Generation with Pichard, and the prequel series with Archer and T’Pau, and ‘then’ there’s” he paused to put a dramatic husky low tone into his words “The Movies”.
Sonya’s pupils dilated and her fangs came out further than when she'd been his diner.
Slapping his hands up over his mouth and widening his eyes he wailed, “What have I done?!” Sonya looked concerned, “I’ve created a Trekkie.” The pillow hit him with enough force that he stumbled going out the doorway, laughing all the way to his bedroom.
Part 27
Word count: 1005
“You are an amazing donor. Your body’s blood regenerative abilities …” Sonya held up the lab results from the Medical Clinic. “By yourself you could feed one of us every day without any difficulties.” She frowned, “This might be a problem for your co-consort. The medical condition you have makes you need to donate your blood for your health to not deteriorate. It might be better if you did freelance for our Blood Clinic.”
“I could still donate at the Dr. Gordon’s clinic on the days Connell didn’t feed from me,” Everett suggested. “Maybe I’ll even out on my production and I’m just responding to being drained,” he added hopefully. “I mean look how many days it took me to recover from when Connell delivered me here.”
“Dr. Gordon was requesting fairly large blood amounts from you for testing. That is part of the consort instruction program, close monitoring of RBC levels so that your consort knows what you are capable of under stress without his interaction.” She pulled a moue, “In your case it wasn’t strictly necessary but those are the rules.”
He looked up at her worriedly, “You are thinking that my becoming a co-consort will harm Connell and Stephen’s relationship.”
“That is out of your hands unless you decide to protest and select a different consort from Connell. How much do you love Connell and Stephen? Enough to let them go?” Sonya asked smoothly.
“I need to talk to Connell,” Everett said. “I need to know.” He felt tears burn in his eyes. Even Warren would be off limits. Warren loved Vlad and he was a decent guy on his own. He’d been kind and thoroughly attended to making Everett’s experience pleasurable. He could see why Stephen didn’t mind playing with Warren and Vlad.
Stephen had been so elated, when Everett called, anticipating the ceremony that he would attend with Connell for Everett’s Union into their family. He’d tried to bring up Vlad’s ability to somehow interfere and Stephen had outright laughed with delight that Vlad wanted Everett for Warren. “More fun when all of us play together,” had been Stephen’s take on it. Everett’s, “but I think he can work magicks to get what he wants,” had been discounted as Vlad wouldn’t do anything that would hurt Connell or himself. At the time he’d taken solace that if Vlad fixed things so that Warren was his consort, that at least he’d still get to see and love occasionally with Connell and Stephen. Now maybe even that might be denied to him.
So he needed to talk to Connell. But that was more difficult to do than he thought. Even a phone call message didn’t bring a return call. Frustrated he stomped around the Donation Clinic swearing under his breath.
“You’re just working yourself up and making your blood useless for feeding on,” Sonya told him patting the cushion of the sofa where she lounged. “Some people consider it bad luck to see or interact with their consort before the Union Ceremony after the sequestering,” she shrugged, “Connell could be one of them. That might explain why Stephen isn’t answering your calls too.”
Suspiciously he looked at her, “Did Connell get my results from Dr. Gordon’s Clinic too?”
“He’s the one who sent me the results. You’re his responsibility. I imagine he sent off the results to the Council as well.”
Dejection flooded him in a wave travelling down his body and he slumped down onto the sofa. It was a nice sofa, leather dyed a pleasing shade of dark walnut and polished so it gleamed softly in the light but it could have been coarse burlap for all it mattered to him.
“He’s looked on what it would do to his relationship with Stephen. He doesn’t want me.”
Sonya patted him, “This is what is known as pre-Union jitters. Just go along one step in front of the other and ask yourself do you love him enough to let him make the decisions for what he thinks is best. If he decides what you are worrying about him deciding then he won’t show up and the Council members will not pressure you to take another. They may suggest you experiment with others to see if you could love someone else and be loved by them. You are terribly easy to love.” She sighed, “Even me, though you really do not appeal to my gender sensibilities.”
“One foot in front of the other, I can do that … maybe.” He exploded, “But this is my life. It is so unfair that he will not give me some inkling what the hell is going on in his mind.”
“Yes. Yes, men are all inconsiderate boors and you aren’t one yourself.”
“Don’t try to make me feel better. I don’t want to.”
“What do you want to do?”
Crossing his arms and slumping lower, glowering at the blank screen of the flat-screen, “Sulk,” Everett replied.
Sonya pressed the button on the remote, “Well while you do I’m going to watch the first episode of the second season of Star Trek. I’ve finally reached ‘Amok Time.’”
“Perfect, just perfect.” Everett agreed grumpily. “I can practice my koon-ut-kal-if-fee response.”
Sonya told him to stop when they got to the part where T’Pring gave her kal-if-feeline to the ‘marriage or challenge’ ritual. He was being distracting and her fangs were down in anticipation of the challenge combat scenes. Yes, he really did believe that Sonya would find a copy of T’Pring in her marriage attire. He wondered if he should remind her, as she had him,that it wasn’t real no matter how hard either of them wished it was. He knew all about it, Spock had been his first crush. He and Sonya could each have one of the ill fated marital party and run away with them and McCoy would fix his little blood problem. His loud heavy sigh earned him a swatting motion and hissing from Sonya, her eyes rapt on the Spock/Kirk action.
