27. Luke

We talked for hours in the library before The Librarian finally kicked us out, telling us they had to get home and get a few hours of sleep too. Except I was under no false pretenses that I was getting any sleep tonight, but I didn’t say that to the Librarian.

“Would you like to come back to my house?” Xander asked hopefully, the cool night breeze rippling through my hair as we stepped outside.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I laughed. “I would have been insulted if you didn’t invite me over.”

That was all the confirmation Xander needed to scoop me up in his arms and take me back to the countryside manor, the darkness of the night sky concealing us.

Neither of us could wait to get our hands on each other till we got upstairs. Xander had my sweater off before the front door had fully closed, and my fingers fumbled with his fly as soon as my hands were free.

We made it to the dining hall, lips locked together, hands franticly searching for something to touch, before Xander pushed me back against the short end of the long dining table.

The corner bumped into the small of my back, sending a twinge of pain through my nerves. It quickly faded into a dull ache that all but disappeared as Xander’s hands found my ass, lifting me onto the table like I was the main course for the evening.

I threw my head back as he planted a trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and stomach before stopping, his fangs scraping eagerly at my flesh.

“Go on,” I gasped.

Xander raised his head back up to my throat, pausing for half a second before sinking his teeth into my skin. Blood trickled out from the holes his fangs still occupied. He pressed his lips against my throat, sucking every last drop of blood he could coax out.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, fingers digging into his back. I’d pulled him as close to me as physically possible, yet he still wasn’t close enough. We needed to merge into one. I needed him to be me and me to be him.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Xander drew away from my throat, lips shiny and red with blood. “Here?”

“Yes, right here. Please.”

I half-expected Xander to deny me immediate pleasure. He was wont to do that at times when the mood struck. But tonight was different. Tonight Xander wanted me just as much as I wanted him, if not more. Two centuries on this earth gave him a lot of restraint, but not quite enough to overpower his most primal desires in a moment like this.

He didn’t question me again although he did disappear for a second to get that goddamned lube bottle from his nightstand. He could have taken me with him up to the bedroom, where we could have stayed as usual, but by the time the thought entered my mind, he was back.

Sometimes it was best to let vampires do what they wanted, as I’d learned pretty painfully over the last couple of months. Being back with Xander was everything except painful, though. We were meant to be together. This was the only right way the night could have ended: the two of us entwined in this cold, dark mansion.

Xander pressed the tip of his cock against my hole, barely giving me a second to breathe before pushing it in farther. I hissed through my teeth as he filled me, his cool breath puffing against my face.

The scent of fresh blood didn’t bother me anymore. I didn’t exactly like it, but I’d grown used to it – and, most of all, it reminded me of Xander. Any memory of Xander gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside that I craved.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked in a low, almost imperceptible whisper.

“Yes,” I breathed. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

He smiled before grabbing my neck and sinking his fangs into the side, drinking up more blood as he fucked me. I was going to have quite a few injuries to cover up after tonight. My turtlenecks would be making their appearances at work again, and I had no doubt a couple of my coworkers would ask stupid questions about why I was wearing them so often.

“I’m cold,” was always an acceptable answer, or: “I’m just really into turtlenecks these days.”

Either one shut them down pretty quickly, since who could argue that someone else wasn’t cold or changing their style?

It was hard to keep my mind on work with both Xander’s cock and his teeth buried inside me. As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to last long tonight. I was too worked up and Xander was just too fucking hot for me to control myself.

Xander didn’t seem to have the desire to go all night either. I knew he could fuck me as long as he wanted to, and if he were really sadistic, he might try to make me comply the entire night. I was lucky he loved me as much as he did, but he cared equally about my wishes as his own, and that was rare even for a human man to do.

He pulled away from my neck, placing his silky, blood-soaked lips against mine, and thrust deep into me, sending me over the edge. I was assaulted with the taste of my own blood, sweet and metallic, and for just a second, I understood what it was that Xander loved about the substance.

And then I was back to reality, bent over a solid wood table, sweaty and out of breath and being held up only by Xander’s strong embrace. It was everything I could have asked for and more.

We stumbled off to bed, curling around each other underneath the covers. I wanted to stay wrapped up in Xander’s embrace forever, but I knew that wasn’t possible. We had to get up and get back to the real world at some point.

Right now, however, I was content to be spooned by Xander, his hands stroking my bare skin, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

“I love you, Xander” I murmured.

Xander paused, his palm resting on my shoulder. “I love you too, Luke – more than you’ll ever know.”

“I’m starting to understand that,” I replied. “We’re very different, you and I, but that’s what makes our relationship so special.”

He nodded. “Someday you’ll be gone and I’ll remain here, but I’ll continue to love you long after every trace of you is gone from this earth. I won’t forget you, whatever happens.”

“I know. I’ll always have your love for me.” I smiled and reached my hand around to cup Xander’s chin. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”