feel out of his depth, but to my delight, he seemed to have really enjoyed the evening, especially meeting Roger. What a joy to see Roger so improved, and even if he is still a little unsteady on his feet sometimes and often does not remember just how powerful he now is, for the most part he handles it well—and with some humour. One day, I hope to be able to tell Micah just how much Marcus means to me, what extraordinary adventures we have had together and just how important he still is in my life.
I had told Marcus that, on my return from Paris, it was my intention to explain to Micah exactly who and what I am. I had asked him how he had broken the news to Roger, and how had he accepted it? Marcus’ reply had come after some quiet laughter as he recalled how he had almost frightened Roger to death by spiriting him away from a birthday party thrown in his honour.
“It was a Halloween costume party,” he chuckled. “And I came in my most formal
attire—you know, the full Count Dracula thing. Roger was masquerading as a devil—a golden devil, I might add. Little did I know he would live up to his image once I got to know him better.”
I laughed, knowing Marcus was joking. I wonder if it was possible to see two people more in love than Marcus and Roger.
“So you absconded with him from his own party,” I said, still laughing. “But how did you calm his fears when he discovered what you are?”
He grinned. “As you may have noticed, Roger’s a feisty little fellow, and though he looked like he was about to faint at first, he recovered quite quickly—then I kissed him.”
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J.P. Bowie
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“Aah… And who can resist a kiss from Marcus?” I teased him.
“There have been one or two.” Then more seriously he said, “Joseph, Micah is a very attractive young man, and I can tell he possesses an above average intelligence. It is easy to see why you have become enamoured of him so quickly. My only advice is not to wait too long before telling him the truth of yourself. If he cannot accept it, you must make him forget ever meeting you. In the end, it will be much harder on you than on him, my friend.”
Micah nudged my shoulder with his chin. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, curling an arm around my chest. We were lying in bed in my hotel suite after another bout of rapturous lovemaking. He had fallen silent afterward, and I had assumed was asleep.
“You,” I answered, kissing his nose. “Or rather, you and I.”
“Mmm…nice thoughts I hope.”
“The very best of thoughts.”
“I like it that you said, you and I…”
“Micah…” I turned to face him, holding him close. “When I return from Paris, I would like to tell you more of my life before you.”
“I’d like that,” he said. “Having met some of your friends, I figured you’ve led a pretty exciting life—travelling, meeting important people.”
“Yes, something like that. I just hope I won’t bore you.”
“Bore me?” He laughed and kissed my chest. “Boring is not a word I would ever use to describe you or the time we spend together.” He raised his head and smiled at me, brushing my lips gently with his. Our legs were tangled together, the swell of his erection pressed against mine. “You see?” he whispered. “Does this feel like boredom to you?”
I felt my hunger for him envelop me. I buried my face in the soft, sweet skin at the base of his throat. He sighed, a deep sensuous sigh of longing. Despite myself, I felt my fangs extend, scraping lightly at his skin. He shivered in my arms but did not pull away, instead, he pressed himself even closer to me, his hand gripping my cock, guiding it between his thighs, opening to me, his legs wrapped around my waist.
He reached across me, to where we now kept the condoms and lube. So many times I had wanted to tell him condoms were not necessary, for vampire blood destroys all infections, but how could I, without revealing that part of me he
I had told Marcus that, on my return from Paris, it was my intention to explain to Micah exactly who and what I am. I had asked him how he had broken the news to Roger, and how had he accepted it? Marcus’ reply had come after some quiet laughter as he recalled how he had almost frightened Roger to death by spiriting him away from a birthday party thrown in his honour.
“It was a Halloween costume party,” he chuckled. “And I came in my most formal
attire—you know, the full Count Dracula thing. Roger was masquerading as a devil—a golden devil, I might add. Little did I know he would live up to his image once I got to know him better.”
I laughed, knowing Marcus was joking. I wonder if it was possible to see two people more in love than Marcus and Roger.
“So you absconded with him from his own party,” I said, still laughing. “But how did you calm his fears when he discovered what you are?”
He grinned. “As you may have noticed, Roger’s a feisty little fellow, and though he looked like he was about to faint at first, he recovered quite quickly—then I kissed him.”
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
71
“Aah… And who can resist a kiss from Marcus?” I teased him.
“There have been one or two.” Then more seriously he said, “Joseph, Micah is a very attractive young man, and I can tell he possesses an above average intelligence. It is easy to see why you have become enamoured of him so quickly. My only advice is not to wait too long before telling him the truth of yourself. If he cannot accept it, you must make him forget ever meeting you. In the end, it will be much harder on you than on him, my friend.”
Micah nudged my shoulder with his chin. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, curling an arm around my chest. We were lying in bed in my hotel suite after another bout of rapturous lovemaking. He had fallen silent afterward, and I had assumed was asleep.
“You,” I answered, kissing his nose. “Or rather, you and I.”
“Mmm…nice thoughts I hope.”
“The very best of thoughts.”
“I like it that you said, you and I…”
“Micah…” I turned to face him, holding him close. “When I return from Paris, I would like to tell you more of my life before you.”
“I’d like that,” he said. “Having met some of your friends, I figured you’ve led a pretty exciting life—travelling, meeting important people.”
“Yes, something like that. I just hope I won’t bore you.”
“Bore me?” He laughed and kissed my chest. “Boring is not a word I would ever use to describe you or the time we spend together.” He raised his head and smiled at me, brushing my lips gently with his. Our legs were tangled together, the swell of his erection pressed against mine. “You see?” he whispered. “Does this feel like boredom to you?”
I felt my hunger for him envelop me. I buried my face in the soft, sweet skin at the base of his throat. He sighed, a deep sensuous sigh of longing. Despite myself, I felt my fangs extend, scraping lightly at his skin. He shivered in my arms but did not pull away, instead, he pressed himself even closer to me, his hand gripping my cock, guiding it between his thighs, opening to me, his legs wrapped around my waist.
He reached across me, to where we now kept the condoms and lube. So many times I had wanted to tell him condoms were not necessary, for vampire blood destroys all infections, but how could I, without revealing that part of me he
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