22. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

For Mitchell, the best thing about Seryn's collections was watching Seryn turn into a little kid as he showed Mitchell his favorites. The sheer joy on his face was spectacular. For some people, that level of emotion might be normal, but for Seryn, the joy was abnormal. It spoke volumes of how far he'd come in such a short time.

"You have a thing for knives, baby." Mitchell put the one he held on to the tray where Seryn had gotten it before handing it back. It had a shiny metal blade with a deadly curve in it. The handle was made of a milky blue stone. It was beautiful and dangerous, just like Seryn.

Seryn ran a finger along the flat side of a blade. "It was the first weapon I learned how to use."

"Who taught you?" Mitchell wasn't sure he wanted to know. Mitchell only knew a sliver of Seryn's story. Despite their internal link, Seryn hadn't let Mitchell into that part of himself.

Seryn didn't answer right away. He was miles away inside his own mind. He mumbled something that sounded like "need Daddy for this". Sometimes Mitchell couldn't tell if Seryn talked to himself or if a vision was too loud.

Mitchell drew him closer. Seryn went into his arms, hugging him around the waist. It was then that Mitchell felt him shudder as if he were cold.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Seryn shook his head. He didn't speak aloud, but an image popped into Mitchell's mind. It was as though a movie played in his mind. It wasn't his own experience, but it was a memory. It was a horrific story, if Seryn's reaction was any indication.

Seryn kneeled on a wood slat. The edge of the board dug into his skin. Mitchell didn't think he was very old. The story was told through Seryn's eyes so all Mitchell could see of him were his legs. They were small, like a boy's limbs. Maybe he was ten years old. He could have been a little older, but Mitchell didn't think by much. It was hard to think of the child as the same man he held in his arms.

The boy's hand shook as he held the blade of a knife between his index finger and thumb. A man stood in front of him. He sneered at Seryn, but his eyes were dead. Mitchell had seen his kind before. People like him were cruel just because they could be. There wasn't any other ulterior motive, not even money. "Do it right this time, you little freak?"

The boy sent the knife sailing. It hit a target just off center. It was a great throw, but Mitchell didn't need to see anymore to know it wouldn't have been good enough for the evil man.

"You can stop, sweetheart." Mitchell hadn't realized how tight his hold on Seryn had become until Seryn stopped the vision and nearly climbed up Mitchell's body as if he were a baby monkey in need of some comfort. Mitchell lifted him the rest of the way. "Shh, I've got you."

Mitchell didn't see the bite coming, although he should have expected it. The bite pinched at first, but then it felt amazing.

Mitchell's cock hardened to the point of painful because his pants were too restrictive. His blood heated, but all he really wanted was to make sure Seryn had what he needed. "Daddy will take care of you."

Mitchell headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Hurts. Did Seryn know he thought that aloud? He hadn't stopped drinking.

Mitchell leaned against the hallway wall, not knowing where to go. "What hurts, baby?"

My chest.

"Where's the bedroom?"

End of the hall. But I want to show you the bikes. Bikes as in plural? Wow, Seryn had a lot of money. More money than Mitchell had probably ever had in his whole life. Mitchell had been the wrong type of criminal. Instead of a thief, he should have been a contract killer. It was much more lucrative. Or maybe it was just that Seryn was brilliant at everything he did. It wouldn't surprise Mitchell if Seryn was a financial genius too. Please, Daddy.

Mitchell took the stairs. When he came into the living room, Todd sat on the couch, flipping channels on the television. Evan stood at the wall of glass doors, gazing outside with his back to the room. They glanced at Mitchell and Seryn when they came into the room.

Todd sucked in a breath. "Is he…?"

"Yeah," Mitchell confirmed.

"Is he what?" Evan asked, but he turned back to the view outside the window.

"Drinking Mitchell's blood," Todd answered. He stopped at a documentary that appeared to be about extraterrestrial sightings.

Evan's gaze snapped to them again. "What?"

"He's a vampire, Evan. It's like a love thing with them." Todd rolled his eyes.

"Huh." Evan sighed. "I think I'll find the east wing on my own, if that's okay."

"It's fine." Mitchell felt safe answering for Seryn, since he still latched on, even though he wasn't drinking. The physical connection seemed to comfort him, even if it was a connection involving teeth. What was weirder was it didn't hurt, not even a little. Maybe that was something Seryn did to save Mitchell from the pain. Or maybe it was just that Mitchell had been taking a punch for so long, he was used to pain. He'd fought in the underground rings for extra money way before he started stealing other people's stuff for a living. And then there was his stint as an enslaved fighter.

Todd smiled at Mitchell. "Thank you for letting me stay here. Feels like I won some sort of prize."

Yeah, Mitchell knew the feeling. "It's not my house, kid. It's Seryn's. You can thank him later."

Mitchell wasn't sure where the garage was or if Seryn had more than one. He could have a whole separate building for his bike collection. But he wanted to get away from the negative energy Todd and Evan gave off, so he just picked a direction and went with it.

He ended up in the kitchen. It was a chef's wet dream. "Can you cook, baby?"

I can heat soup in the microwave. Seryn stopped biting him and licked across the wound. Mitchell wondered if there was something in his vampire saliva that healed the wound faster.

Seryn laid his head on Mitchell's shoulder.

Is your kitchen completely lost on you then?

Seryn chuckled. "Yeah."

"I'll make sure you have something more to eat than just soup. It won't be a hardship to cook in a kitchen like this."

Seryn needed someone to take care of him and Mitchell wanted the job. "Daddy Chef."

Mitchell chuckled. "I'll need an apron that says that."

Seryn met his gaze. "I'm sorry I bit you without asking."

Mitchell hadn't been expecting that, and he knew the surprise showed on his face, but it was only for a moment before he recovered. "Never apologize for needing me. If it's in my power to give, I will."

For the first time since they met, Seryn scowled. That spoke of progress more than anything else. "I still should have asked."

"What did Daddy say?"

Seryn averted his gaze. "That you'll always take care of me."

Mitchell loved Seryn's interpretation. "It means you can bite me any time you want. Just give me a little warning next time."

"But I didn't really need blood."

"You needed comfort." Mitchell thought of another thing. "What's the name of the man who did that to you?"

"Michael Stepp." Seryn met his gaze with a smile. "He's the first person I ever killed. I buried his body in the woods behind our house. And then reported him missing a few days later. Now he's nothing more than a missing person's report."

If Mitchell had led more of a sheltered life, Seryn might have scared him. "Good. Saves me the trouble. After I get out from under the gun mess."

"I think I can help."

"I'm counting on it, baby." But he didn't want to think about it just yet. "Which way to your bike collection?"

Seryn pointed to a door. "You're going to look so sexy riding this one in particular."

Mitchell chuckled. "You're going to let me ride one, huh? With you riding behind me, right?"

"The bike is yours, Daddy. And I'll ride you any time you want." Seryn and his sexy innuendos did things to Mitchell.

"You can't give me a bike. It's too much of a gift, baby."

There went Seryn's second scowl of the day. "I have eight bikes. Nine including that one. And it's too big for me."

"Why'd you buy it, if it's too big?"

"I had a vision. It was vague. Not you, but still you." Seryn shook his head. "I don't know if that makes sense. But I saw you. It was at night, so you were in the shadows. You were coming into our bedroom. You got into bed with me. It was a good vision. That was six years ago."

"You've been waiting to give it to me for six years."

"I've been waiting for you my whole life."

Mitchell hugged Seryn. "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise." He just hoped he could keep it.

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The bikes were the best money could buy. A couple were vintage. "Which one do you like to ride the best?"

Seryn pointed to a black bike that appeared as if it were custom made. And then he got lost in kissing Mitchell's neck and then along his jawline. In between kisses, he said, "It fits me."

"Some's turned on by bikes." Mitchell could picture Seryn bent over one of them with his pants down just far enough for Mitchell to fuck into him. The pretty milky white globes of his ass would be in stark contrast to the black bike.

"You turn me on, Daddy." The kisses became little licks of fire. Even through all their clothing, Seryn's cock was hard and needing attention. Mitchell looked around for a place to lay Seryn.

He ended up just using the wall for leverage.

After putting Seryn on his feet, he fumbled with the button on Seryn's pants.

Seryn gripped Mitchell's hair. "On the bike. Please, Daddy. I want it on the bike."

Something about their kinks aligning made Mitchell's blood heat faster than it ever had before. "Which bike?"

"The one with the green flames." Seryn held on when Mitchell lifted him off his feet again. Seryn wrapped his long legs around Mitchell, burying his fingers in Mitchell's hair. The kiss made demands right from the start. It stole Mitchell's focus, making the need build in his core. Seryn knew how many licks it took to get Mitchell so hot he couldn't think about anything else.

He'd never been so far gone for someone before. His intention was obvious in his own mind. Each time they made love, that intention came to mind, because that was why they made love. It wasn't just fucking. It was reaffirming what they had.

Mitchell pulled back because the need to fuck Seryn was overwhelming and he needed to focus on getting lube. "Take your pants off. I'll be right back."

"Lube. Bathroom." Seryn pointed to a closed door at the other end of the garage.

Mitchell eyed the kitchen door. There had to be something in the kitchen that would work as well, but was it closer than the bathroom? He decided just to get the lube from the bathroom as Seryn had suggested, since it would take less time.

The bathroom was a half-bath with a toilet and a small vanity. Mitchell opened the top draw. On top of a stack of washcloths was an unopened tube of lubricant. Mitchell would ask Seryn why it was there later when he could think about something else besides getting inside Seryn.

Mitchell cursed when he saw Seryn and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Seryn lay with his head on the handlebars and his ass half on, half off the bike. He hadn't pulled his legs back yet, but his pretty cock was on display, jetting out as if begging to be touched.

As soon as Seryn saw him, he squirmed. The leather creaked underneath him.

"Daddy," he whined when Mitchell took too long to get to him. It was just that Seryn was so pretty, laying on the bike like that with his legs hanging off to one side. He looked so needy and perfect.

How had Mitchell gotten so lucky? He didn't deserve someone like Seryn. He'd done too many bad things in his life for whatever god existed to have gotten it so wrong. So he had to wonder when the other shoe would drop. Would something or someone take it all away?

Not that he wouldn't make the most out of the moment. He was grateful. So grateful it made his chest ache. Like Seryn, who discovered love created a physical ache, so did gratitude sometimes.

Mitchell closed the distance and kissed him before he did anything else. He held Seryn's cock, playing with the head, smearing the pre-cum in. Seryn held on to the kiss, wanting to go deeper, but he couldn't breathe and kiss at the same time. He pulled back. "Please, Daddy."

The begging went straight to his cock.

He had to let go of Seryn's cock so he could open the lube, but when he had it open, he squeezed some on his fingers and then more into his hand. He held Seryn's cock again before pressing a finger inside him.

Seryn pulled his legs back as far as he could without falling off. He moaned so loud he was sure Todd and Evan heard from in the living room. "Sexy boy."

"I need it on my cock, Daddy."

Mitchell thought he understood what Seryn was asking for. Since he hadn't moved his hand on Seryn's cock, he wanted friction. But Mitchell didn't want to give it to him yet. He wanted to be inside Seryn first. "Daddy knows what you need."

Mitchell added another finger.

"Feels so good."

Mitchell leaned down, kissing along Seryn's jaw. "Mmm. So good. You're my sweet boy, aren't you?"

"Only for you, Daddy."

Yeah, Mitchell knew Seryn wasn't sweet to anyone else. And that was okay. He didn't need to be.

Mitchell added another finger, but he didn't fuck into him very many times before he pulled all the way out.

He squirted more lube on his cock and then took Seryn's hand and put some on it. "Touch yourself."

Mitchell needed both hands to hold Seryn on the bike, but he entered Seryn first.

Seryn's eyes glowed blue. He hissed at Mitchell, flashing his fangs. "Mine."

"Fuck, baby." Mitchell had never felt more pleasure in his life.

He tightened his grip when he increased his thrusts. It was a challenge because he had to be careful to not knock over the bike, but he still held nothing back. Each thrust made him want more. The pleasure built in his core. He held off, waiting for Seryn.

He didn't have to wait long. Seryn cried out when he came. Cum coated his stomach and abdomen. His muscles tightened around Mitchell's cock as if Seryn didn't want him to leave.

It all made the white-hot need explode. Mitchell pressed in, holding Seryn in place when the pleasure peeked. He shivered and pumped a couple more times as the last tendrils of his orgasm worked through his body.

He wanted to collapse onto Seryn so he could get closer, but he didn't want to damage the bike. He lifted Seryn in his arms. His cock came out of Seryn and cum was all over them, but it didn't matter. Having Seryn close was the only thing he cared about.

"This is forever, isn't it?"

Seryn sighed and tightened his hold. "Is that okay?"

"Better than okay. It's going to be perfect."

Seryn chuckled. "You know that's not true."

"You're perfect."

"I am not."

"You felt perfect when I was inside you. Really great, actually."

"Charmer Daddy."

"More like a Daddy thief." Mitchell chuckled, but he became serious a second later. "Thank you for the bike."

"Anything for my Daddy."

Mitchell felt as though he had to give something in return, but what did you give a guy who had so much money? The only thing Mitchell could do was take care of Seryn. He'd make sure his boy had everything he needed.