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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 24
Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 24
Author: charisstoma
Word count:1857
Continues from Part 23a
Meridae's going to love this. *grins*
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 supply at 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.
Continues with Part 25
Author: charisstoma
Word count:1857
Continues from Part 23a
Meridae's going to love this. *grins*
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 supply at 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.
Continues with Part 25