Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 12
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 12
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1297
Follows from here Part 11
“I am not getting my head bitten off just so you can pick up some clothes.”
“Clothes are good things. They protect you from splashes of hot grease, from putting your bare ass on the same spot where someone else’s bare ass has been, from some perv eyeing your dangly bits, from scaring small children or worse having small children ask why the weird man hasn’t any clothes on.”
Stephen snorted. “Wait until we get home. When’s your next time at work?”
“I’m off for the next 3 days unless someone calls in. Told them I might be out of town staying with friends, so not to count on me being able to come in. I’m going to need clothes, cause I’m not prancing around naked all day.”
A big grin widened Stephen mouth, “I don’t know. We might all like that. That’s a very nice picture.”
“I’ll run away from home.”
“Not if I keep all your clothes wet in the washer. Can’t get far with no clothes. There’s all those inquiring children to think about.”
“I need clothes.”
“Just wait until we get home. Connell’s been busy doing the ‘I’ve got a new human under my spell bit’. I had a closet full of new clothes arriving the first week.” Stephen laughed, “He was trying to find a frilly apron online when I left. Don’t know where that came from.”
Everett gasped, “How far does his ‘spider sense’ reach?”
“If he needs to, he can talk to me when I’m on the other side of town. Don’t know about further than that, why?”
“Um, I was thinking about something and frilly aprons today.”
Taking his eyes off the road long enough to shoot a glance at Everett, “Real-ly. So naked but wearing a frilly apron?” He grinned, “You’re settling in nicely. Took me a week before I noticed his ability to pick up on my thoughts,” he nodded, “all those new clothes. Don’t think he does it often. Would get boring, I think, to know what someone was thinking all the time. Wonder if he’ll find one? The apron.”
“Well, what with him being omnipotent and all…” There was a tickle at the back of his mind like feeling someone laughing. “I think I feel him, he’s amused.”
“You get used to it, him touching you mentally. Expect he’s paying closer attention to you because you’re new and he has to work harder to stay connected. He’s just as worried about our safety as I am when he goes out alone. It’s kind of like keeping a finger on a pulse to make sure the person is alive and well.”
“He ever able to control you, like make you do stuff you don’t want to?”
“Probably could but he doesn’t. Saw it once when a really bitchy meal insulted another of the guests. Respect is important to them. People could get hurt, if not the donors then the ones who are protecting them.” Stephen gave another of his shrugs, “She’d been drinking. She was turned and marched out of there without anyone seeming to touch her and she couldn’t say a thing but you could tell she wanted to. There was amusement on the faces of the vamps who she passed except for her protector. She was pissed. Next reception that donor, she was much better behaved and though she wanted some of the drinks, you could tell, she didn’t even go near the table. Rumor has it that she was a recovering alcoholic, who’d fallen off the wagon.”
“Sounds like a soap opera, everybody knowing everybody’s business.”
“It’s a smallish community. Many of us stay at home. If you’ve got a career you want, that involves going to university, you should talk it over with Connell. He might put up the money. Depends what it is. He’s not going to be too enthusiastic if it takes you away from us or it’s dangerous.”
“So court recorder, dental assistant, doctor’s receptionist.”
Stephen smiled, “Yep. Noticed that about Doctor Gordon’s people, did you? The receptionist, the nurse Millie are one of us, too.”
The lights of the house were on as they drove up and Stephen tsked, “Electric bill.” As they pulled into the driveway the lights guarding the garage flooded the bunker style down ramp as the door went up.
“Get many break ins or something?”
“Nope. There’s a protection spell on the house but he’s still careful.”
“Protection spell? He can do spells?” The door rolled down and locked behind the car.
“No,” the car was opened by Connell, “we contract with one of the Wizard Guilds. Welcome back.” An arm slipped around Everett practically lifting him out of the car. Connell, without nipping, suckled on Everett’s bottom lip before turning to Stephen and extending his hand towards him, inviting him to join them. “So how was work?” he lilted.
“Like you don’t know already,” Stephen said. “I hear that you’ve been monitoring the baby.”
“Not deeply,” Connell said back defensively, “just enough so I knew he was okay.”
“Uh huh,” Stephen slipped into Connell’s embrace on the other side, hugging him. “Love you, silly Fanged One.”
“Uh huh,” Connell extended his fangs and made as if to sink them into Stephen’s neck where he noisily kissed, “Love you too.”
When he pulled back there were no puncture marks or blood. Everett sighed and the tension flowed out of him while envy seeped in. He wanted this.
“It’ll come sweetling. It’ll come.” Connell turned them towards the door into the house, “So tell me about what you want to do with your life,” he smiled cheekily, “other than be with me; so I know what to expect and what I have to negotiate with when I inform the Clinic that you’re not on the menu anymore.” He closed the door behind them without seeming to touch it and Stephen muttered something like, “stupid vampire tricks.”
“Do you have any objections to possible sperm donor for non-culinary purposes? There’s many families out there that want kids who can’t have them. The prospective parents are very carefully vetted. One of my kind delves deep into their minds to make sure that any children will be raised in a loving environment.” He looked apologetic, “If you’re with me as a co-consort, the probability of you having children otherwise is pretty nil.” He brightened up, “However it will be the only time that I will fuck you up the ass, if you’re interested.” Connell sighed, “I’ll probably have to do Stephen too, so he doesn’t become dejected.”
Stephen turned pleading eyes towards Everett, “Pleeeee-se,” before continuing, “You’ve no idea how very rare that is. The Toothy One doesn’t like to waste food.”
Everett laughed, “Let me think about it.” And Connell nodded.
“You can think about it during my dinner. Go shower and get that disgusting burnt meat smell off you first and then you may look in the closet.”
‘I may, may I?’ Everett thought.
“Yes, you may but only after you’ve showered. And I don’t think I have to tell you that spanking brings the blood up to the surface of the skin in a delicious pinkish red color.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Connell looked over at Stephen, “Now that’s what I like. Respect.”
Stephen just looked at Everett with a frown and said, “You’re going to spoil him, if you keep up like that.”
First thing Everett did on entering his room was open the closet. There was a packet wrapped loosely in rose colored tissue paper, that obviously had been opened, lying on one of the shelves. He pushed one side of the crinkly wrapping aside and saw ruffles. The shower was thorough and quick and the apron did nothing to hide the thrust of his eagerness.
Continues here Part 13
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1297
Follows from here Part 11
“I am not getting my head bitten off just so you can pick up some clothes.”
“Clothes are good things. They protect you from splashes of hot grease, from putting your bare ass on the same spot where someone else’s bare ass has been, from some perv eyeing your dangly bits, from scaring small children or worse having small children ask why the weird man hasn’t any clothes on.”
Stephen snorted. “Wait until we get home. When’s your next time at work?”
“I’m off for the next 3 days unless someone calls in. Told them I might be out of town staying with friends, so not to count on me being able to come in. I’m going to need clothes, cause I’m not prancing around naked all day.”
A big grin widened Stephen mouth, “I don’t know. We might all like that. That’s a very nice picture.”
“I’ll run away from home.”
“Not if I keep all your clothes wet in the washer. Can’t get far with no clothes. There’s all those inquiring children to think about.”
“I need clothes.”
“Just wait until we get home. Connell’s been busy doing the ‘I’ve got a new human under my spell bit’. I had a closet full of new clothes arriving the first week.” Stephen laughed, “He was trying to find a frilly apron online when I left. Don’t know where that came from.”
Everett gasped, “How far does his ‘spider sense’ reach?”
“If he needs to, he can talk to me when I’m on the other side of town. Don’t know about further than that, why?”
“Um, I was thinking about something and frilly aprons today.”
Taking his eyes off the road long enough to shoot a glance at Everett, “Real-ly. So naked but wearing a frilly apron?” He grinned, “You’re settling in nicely. Took me a week before I noticed his ability to pick up on my thoughts,” he nodded, “all those new clothes. Don’t think he does it often. Would get boring, I think, to know what someone was thinking all the time. Wonder if he’ll find one? The apron.”
“Well, what with him being omnipotent and all…” There was a tickle at the back of his mind like feeling someone laughing. “I think I feel him, he’s amused.”
“You get used to it, him touching you mentally. Expect he’s paying closer attention to you because you’re new and he has to work harder to stay connected. He’s just as worried about our safety as I am when he goes out alone. It’s kind of like keeping a finger on a pulse to make sure the person is alive and well.”
“He ever able to control you, like make you do stuff you don’t want to?”
“Probably could but he doesn’t. Saw it once when a really bitchy meal insulted another of the guests. Respect is important to them. People could get hurt, if not the donors then the ones who are protecting them.” Stephen gave another of his shrugs, “She’d been drinking. She was turned and marched out of there without anyone seeming to touch her and she couldn’t say a thing but you could tell she wanted to. There was amusement on the faces of the vamps who she passed except for her protector. She was pissed. Next reception that donor, she was much better behaved and though she wanted some of the drinks, you could tell, she didn’t even go near the table. Rumor has it that she was a recovering alcoholic, who’d fallen off the wagon.”
“Sounds like a soap opera, everybody knowing everybody’s business.”
“It’s a smallish community. Many of us stay at home. If you’ve got a career you want, that involves going to university, you should talk it over with Connell. He might put up the money. Depends what it is. He’s not going to be too enthusiastic if it takes you away from us or it’s dangerous.”
“So court recorder, dental assistant, doctor’s receptionist.”
Stephen smiled, “Yep. Noticed that about Doctor Gordon’s people, did you? The receptionist, the nurse Millie are one of us, too.”
The lights of the house were on as they drove up and Stephen tsked, “Electric bill.” As they pulled into the driveway the lights guarding the garage flooded the bunker style down ramp as the door went up.
“Get many break ins or something?”
“Nope. There’s a protection spell on the house but he’s still careful.”
“Protection spell? He can do spells?” The door rolled down and locked behind the car.
“No,” the car was opened by Connell, “we contract with one of the Wizard Guilds. Welcome back.” An arm slipped around Everett practically lifting him out of the car. Connell, without nipping, suckled on Everett’s bottom lip before turning to Stephen and extending his hand towards him, inviting him to join them. “So how was work?” he lilted.
“Like you don’t know already,” Stephen said. “I hear that you’ve been monitoring the baby.”
“Not deeply,” Connell said back defensively, “just enough so I knew he was okay.”
“Uh huh,” Stephen slipped into Connell’s embrace on the other side, hugging him. “Love you, silly Fanged One.”
“Uh huh,” Connell extended his fangs and made as if to sink them into Stephen’s neck where he noisily kissed, “Love you too.”
When he pulled back there were no puncture marks or blood. Everett sighed and the tension flowed out of him while envy seeped in. He wanted this.
“It’ll come sweetling. It’ll come.” Connell turned them towards the door into the house, “So tell me about what you want to do with your life,” he smiled cheekily, “other than be with me; so I know what to expect and what I have to negotiate with when I inform the Clinic that you’re not on the menu anymore.” He closed the door behind them without seeming to touch it and Stephen muttered something like, “stupid vampire tricks.”
“Do you have any objections to possible sperm donor for non-culinary purposes? There’s many families out there that want kids who can’t have them. The prospective parents are very carefully vetted. One of my kind delves deep into their minds to make sure that any children will be raised in a loving environment.” He looked apologetic, “If you’re with me as a co-consort, the probability of you having children otherwise is pretty nil.” He brightened up, “However it will be the only time that I will fuck you up the ass, if you’re interested.” Connell sighed, “I’ll probably have to do Stephen too, so he doesn’t become dejected.”
Stephen turned pleading eyes towards Everett, “Pleeeee-se,” before continuing, “You’ve no idea how very rare that is. The Toothy One doesn’t like to waste food.”
Everett laughed, “Let me think about it.” And Connell nodded.
“You can think about it during my dinner. Go shower and get that disgusting burnt meat smell off you first and then you may look in the closet.”
‘I may, may I?’ Everett thought.
“Yes, you may but only after you’ve showered. And I don’t think I have to tell you that spanking brings the blood up to the surface of the skin in a delicious pinkish red color.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Connell looked over at Stephen, “Now that’s what I like. Respect.”
Stephen just looked at Everett with a frown and said, “You’re going to spoil him, if you keep up like that.”
First thing Everett did on entering his room was open the closet. There was a packet wrapped loosely in rose colored tissue paper, that obviously had been opened, lying on one of the shelves. He pushed one side of the crinkly wrapping aside and saw ruffles. The shower was thorough and quick and the apron did nothing to hide the thrust of his eagerness.
Continues here Part 13
