I have always been a lanky and non-muscular man. Needless to say, when I came face to face with a big dude holding a knife in the middle of the night, I was pretty much screwed. I was walking home from my closing shift on a warm summer night last year when he stepped out of the shadows and demanded my wallet. I didn’t immediately reach for it, as I guess I was in shock.

He stepped closer and yelled at me to empty my pockets. When the realization set in that this guy was ready to take my life over the meager $20 I had on me, a white moth fluttered between us. To my surprise, the mugger began screaming and swinging his knife at the bug, which only caused it to fly around more sporadically.

Those fierce eyes which had been looking at me just a few seconds ago were now shrouded in terror and not breaking their focus on the moth. I took karate lessons for a few years when I was a young boy, so I took advantage of the large man desperately flailing at a small insect and performed the number one move recommended by all reputable martial arts schools. I ran like a madman.

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Vampires have their uses

Prompt was an actual License Plate on a vehicle in front of me on my drive home.




Title: The License Plate
Author: charisstoma
Word count:164

The rectangle license plate for the new truck was heavy in my hands.

MWV-9710
“Mark with Valens, my birth year and yours?” Though his is 600 years earlier.
I smiled. Romantic.

“Sugarplum was unavailable.”

“Sugarplum? Why Sugarplum?”

With a hint of a fanged grin, “This morning.” The widening grin exposed more fang as he waited for me to put 2 and 2 together.

“Um..” He’d used those fangs on me this morning. Specifically, on something he liked in his mouth, my blood while he’d milked me. He’d continued sucking, stroking clever fingers until I couldn’t anymore. Only then did he exchange cock for fingers, filling me. To hold his place, he said.

“I wanted Sugarplum Sucker actually. Too long. Also too suggestive, but they didn’t say that. Thought it though.”

My face heated at what they must have thought, rightly, but that just made it worse.

“I was able to get what I wanted on your car's license plate.”

With trepidation I asked, “What?”

“TREAT4V.”

Title: Even Vampires Celebrate Christmas
Author: Charisstoma
Words: 532

“The Christmas Tree is interesting,” Evan said, I know you’re a vampire and all... so Christmas tree?” His eye brow rose, “And why is it so cold in here?”

Geof didn’t even turn to look at Evan, his gaze fixed on the tree. “Christmas transcends differences and the temperature is to keep the ornaments’ contents fresh.”

Even stepped closer to the tree hoping the semi-teardrop red decorations weren’t pieces of bloody flesh. Thank God they didn’t seem to be and then... “Bags? Blood bags?”

Geof turned his face towards Evan though his main focus was still the tree. “It will make taking the tree down more fun.”

“So, if I want to put a present under the tree for you… A bag of blood won’t be all that special.”
Evan watched Geof’s grin turn dirty.( Read more... )

This photo is stolen from the book teaser for Amelia Hutchins' "Forever Immortal".
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Title: The Forfeit
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1578

He backed me up against the wall trapping my arm above my head, I was going to kill my self described friend, Reilly, who’s idea of a forfeit for losing a drunk poker game was me attending what was supposed to be a costume party, in drag. Surprise it wasn’t a costume party. One saving grace was that there was no one that I knew there or had a chance in this life of bumping into in the future. ( Read more... )

So those who haven't seen this elsewhere.


"Hello! Do you have a minute to talk about Dracula?
"No- wait, Dracula?"
“Yes!”
“You’re vampires?”
“Yes. We have pamphlets.”
“Vampires have missionaries?”
“Where else would new vampires come from?”
“I assumed you bit people.”
“There are many hurtful stereotypes. May we come in?”

Title: Sex with a Vampire (Fantasy, first time, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100



“How much?” came from a dark corner in the alley.

It was really going to happen. Alec mentally cursed Erik for his dare. “Fifty okay?”

“Fifty, huh? You’re new. There’s pain with the pleasure. Still interested?”

“Um … How about seventy-five?”

“You’re cute, so … okay. Seventy-five, it is.“ The vampire’s teeth gleamed in the distant street light.

Alec found himself pants down, facing the wall, being prepared, and with a wet swipe up his neck the inward press of fangs and cock. It hurt wondrously good. More shockingly he found he was the one paid and not the other way around.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #138 - word of the week is 'melt'



Title: Liquid Encouragement (G, Paranormal, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


“Here, drink this. It’ll relax you.” Ice gleamed through the amber liquid, chiming cheerfully in the crystal glass offered to Kadin. “I love the taste of alcohol in my companion for the night.”

Taking the glass from the outstretched hand, Kadin thought this wasn’t how he saw becoming a male escort would be. He should have read the small print. He really should. It had been stressed that all the patrons were screened. The agency didn’t like to lose their workers if they could help it.

“First time, sweetling?” was grinned. “Drink. I love popping cherries too.” His fangs gleamed.

Title: The Restaurant Entre Nous de Cuisine
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 969

"Okay, this is the first maiden voyage for you as a meal so don't worry about your clothes getting messy, you're not wearing any and he's only paid for a feeding from his choice of your neck and or wrist. You wear an apron that covers all the parts not on the menu. Don't worry it washes but the vamps are usually quite neat. They don't like to waste food they say but I think they're just OCD about tidiness."

Terry gulped and nodded at Carleton the restaurant Entre Nous de Cuisine’s Sous-Chef. He was relieved that there'd be an apron to hide his everything not available to the diner.

“Ready?” Carleton wrapped a stretchy paper band like at the barber’s around Terry’s neck. “Stick out your arms and remember you sit on the diner’s lap during the feeding. Don’t wiggle or bounce.”

Nodding Terry wondered why he’d want to wiggle or bounce. Flinching maybe when the fangs went in he could see. He stuck out his arms like a scarecrow staring straight ahead thinking it would seem more professional as the crinkling of plastic being shaken out came from behind him then Carleton was in front of him, his face set in concentration as he tied and adjusted the plastic just so.

“You can put your arms down now,” Carleton told him. “The opening’s in the back but it should cover everything while you’re walking to the table. Less chance of anyone’s hand going where it shouldn’t that way and the slit up the front comes up to the top of your thigh which allows for easier walking and access once you sit on the diner’s lap. You put your hands where he arranges you. Expect that the front slit will ride up. Don’t worry he has a napkin to take care of things there. You’ll be in a slightly enclosed alcove that’s vampire dim and any noise you might make will be muffled. Your waiter after delivering you will stand outside faced away throughout the meal and convey you back here afterward.” Carleton smiled. “Don’t worry kid, you’ll do fine. We haven’t lost any of our meals yet.”

Terry nodded.( Read more... )