the scene below, he could see the lights illuminating the fountain and the dots of sparkling water spraying upward. Not a soul was about, and a ghostly atmosphere prevailed over the courtyard. He shivered and turned away.
Stu tossed his empty bottle in the wastebasket near the kitchen sink. “I'll sleep on the sofa. You take the bed. I think there's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet that's still in its package. Use anything you find, and take a shower if you like.”
“I'll sleep on the sofa.”
Stu ignored his comment and walked over to a dresser. He opened the middle drawer and pulled out a white undershirt and blue plaid boxers. “You can sleep in these.”
“Fine, but I get the sofa, or I'm going home.”
Stu looked him over, his eyes glittering. “Whatever.” He handed him the bundle. “We'll talk in the morning. You look beat.”
Their fingers touched, and a shock sparked between them. Aric's veins burned with thirst for fresh blood. The temptation consumed him. He grabbed the offered clothes and scurried into the bathroom. Once he closed the door, he sat on the toilet seat and slowed down his pounding heart. He unbound his braid and finger-brushed his hair. He glanced at the shower, wanting to wash away his attraction for Stu. And most of all, he needed relief. The water would muffle any noise he would make.
He found the packaged toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and brushed his teeth. Then he lifted his upper lip and groaned. His fangs had dropped. After placing the toothbrush in a cup, he quickly undressed, then turned on the shower and adjusted the spray. He stepped in and shut the glass door. He knew the drill, and the faster he got on with it, the better to end this hellish day. Tomorrow would bring a fresh hope that he would find a cure.
The hot water sluiced over his body, relaxing his muscles and easing his stress. He picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands, the suds scenting the steam in vanilla spice. The luscious fragrance wafted around him, reminding him of Stu. God, he had it bad. Just the mental image of Stu inflamed his body.
He pressed his palm against the glass shower door.
His entire body panted.
My blood's enough. It has to be enough.
But soon it wouldn't be enough. The craving was getting worse as each day passed. A need burned inside him for more than his own weak fluid. No longer did it satisfy the lust; it only dampened the need.
His body ached, his hands shook, and it'd only get worse once he turned completely. His craving would consume any guilt he would feel. He'd cease to feel human emotions and become an empty shell of a man. Not a man at all—a creature feared and loathed.
He brought the underside of his arm to his mouth. The humming of his veins echoed in his ears. He bit down— hard.
A blissful pain shot through him. He smiled as his fangs sank deeper into his flesh. A needle-sharp point hit a vein. Red beads bubbled around the punctures. Not wasting a moment, he sucked the warm liquid, its life force nourishing his spirit. All his depression fell to the wayside, replaced by feelings of raw, unstoppable power.
Aric sucked harder, until his veins seized and the thick flow of blood trickled off into his mouth. He lifted his head, licking and swirling the sweet, metallic tang from his lips. As the taste hit his tongue, his body responded, his cock swelling, his balls pulling back. With his bloodlust eased, he now needed sexual release.
Aric tilted his head and sniffed, catching the scent of Stu through the walls. A heady craving to take Stu forcefully shocked him. He glanced at the bathroom door, wishing he'd locked it.
He let his sore arm dangle by his side. He licked the last drops of blood from his lips, his cock throbbing. He soaped his chest, letting the bar slick across his hardened nubs. Prickles of lust shot through his limbs as he slid the bar back and forth. His nipples were sensitive, and he scraped his thumbnail over the one
Stu tossed his empty bottle in the wastebasket near the kitchen sink. “I'll sleep on the sofa. You take the bed. I think there's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet that's still in its package. Use anything you find, and take a shower if you like.”
“I'll sleep on the sofa.”
Stu ignored his comment and walked over to a dresser. He opened the middle drawer and pulled out a white undershirt and blue plaid boxers. “You can sleep in these.”
“Fine, but I get the sofa, or I'm going home.”
Stu looked him over, his eyes glittering. “Whatever.” He handed him the bundle. “We'll talk in the morning. You look beat.”
Their fingers touched, and a shock sparked between them. Aric's veins burned with thirst for fresh blood. The temptation consumed him. He grabbed the offered clothes and scurried into the bathroom. Once he closed the door, he sat on the toilet seat and slowed down his pounding heart. He unbound his braid and finger-brushed his hair. He glanced at the shower, wanting to wash away his attraction for Stu. And most of all, he needed relief. The water would muffle any noise he would make.
He found the packaged toothbrush in the medicine cabinet and brushed his teeth. Then he lifted his upper lip and groaned. His fangs had dropped. After placing the toothbrush in a cup, he quickly undressed, then turned on the shower and adjusted the spray. He stepped in and shut the glass door. He knew the drill, and the faster he got on with it, the better to end this hellish day. Tomorrow would bring a fresh hope that he would find a cure.
The hot water sluiced over his body, relaxing his muscles and easing his stress. He picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands, the suds scenting the steam in vanilla spice. The luscious fragrance wafted around him, reminding him of Stu. God, he had it bad. Just the mental image of Stu inflamed his body.
He pressed his palm against the glass shower door.
His entire body panted.
My blood's enough. It has to be enough.
But soon it wouldn't be enough. The craving was getting worse as each day passed. A need burned inside him for more than his own weak fluid. No longer did it satisfy the lust; it only dampened the need.
His body ached, his hands shook, and it'd only get worse once he turned completely. His craving would consume any guilt he would feel. He'd cease to feel human emotions and become an empty shell of a man. Not a man at all—a creature feared and loathed.
He brought the underside of his arm to his mouth. The humming of his veins echoed in his ears. He bit down— hard.
A blissful pain shot through him. He smiled as his fangs sank deeper into his flesh. A needle-sharp point hit a vein. Red beads bubbled around the punctures. Not wasting a moment, he sucked the warm liquid, its life force nourishing his spirit. All his depression fell to the wayside, replaced by feelings of raw, unstoppable power.
Aric sucked harder, until his veins seized and the thick flow of blood trickled off into his mouth. He lifted his head, licking and swirling the sweet, metallic tang from his lips. As the taste hit his tongue, his body responded, his cock swelling, his balls pulling back. With his bloodlust eased, he now needed sexual release.
Aric tilted his head and sniffed, catching the scent of Stu through the walls. A heady craving to take Stu forcefully shocked him. He glanced at the bathroom door, wishing he'd locked it.
He let his sore arm dangle by his side. He licked the last drops of blood from his lips, his cock throbbing. He soaped his chest, letting the bar slick across his hardened nubs. Prickles of lust shot through his limbs as he slid the bar back and forth. His nipples were sensitive, and he scraped his thumbnail over the one
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