13. Ten Out of Ten

T he smell of flesh as it melted and charred under Harlow's butane torch made Foxx's nose wrinkle in disgust, even while the rest of him heated up. At this point, his clothes felt too tight, his body feeling like it was on fire, while his cock pulsed painfully, and his hard nipples ached. Foxx was dying for Harlow to take a break and help him release the pressure that had built up.

As Micah's screams ramped up into a high-pitched whistle, Foxx shuddered. His prick twitching in his pants, he felt multiple drops of pre-cum slide out, joining the others.

"That's better," Harlow drawled with a low laugh. The right side of Micah's neck was a blackened, melted mess. The bite mark that had once been there was now unidentifiable.

When the dhampir moved on from the vampire's neck to one of the bleeding stumps at the end of his arms, Foxx decided…he was done waiting. With Harlow's back to him, while the man continued to work, Foxx stripped down. Folding his clothes nicely on the floor, far away from the mess underneath Micah, he searched the jacket Harlow had long discarded on the chair. Guessing as to where the man would likely keep shit, he searched one of the outer pockets, smiling on finding just what he'd been looking for—lube.

Quickly as he could, Foxx tore it open and…opened himself up, doing his best to keep silent. Considering how loudly Micah was screaming, it was likely unnecessary.

Shuddering, he spread his fingers inside himself, licking his lips as he traced the dhampir's wide shoulders with his eyes, the muscles in his back… Not to mention the man's taunt ass that seemed to be perfectly displayed in his jeans…

When Harlow stepped back away from Micah, and turned the torch off, Foxx slipped his fingers out of his hole with a small whimper.

The vampire's screams continued, even though the dhampir was no longer burning him. Setting the torch on the kitchen table, Harlow turned around, his brow rising on spotting him.

Foxx smirked as he moved over to the man, resting his hands lightly on Harlow's taunt stomach. The dhampir's gaze swept over him, his light brown eyes darkening. Staring up from under his lashes, Foxx slowly slid his hands over Harlow's chest.

"Need something, brat?" the dhampir asked with a smug smile.

"Mhmmm, I need a lot, old man," he purred, while his gaze flicked to Micah.

The vampire wasn't doing well. His eyes black and blue, and swollen shut, they'd managed to keep the man awake by feeding him blood. Though, Foxx did end up having to dislocate Micah's jaw to prevent him from closing his mouth while they force fed him.

Swallowing hard, Foxx's gaze slid down as he eyed the now cauterized stumps that were all that remained of the man's hands—Foxx having taken one and Harlow the other.

Well…they had removed them after they'd cut off the one piece of himself that the man seemed to care most about. Even if, by some miracle, Micah escaped, the vampire would never again touch a single soul. But cutting off pieces did tend to make one bleed a lot, which is why they had broken out the blow torch. It was hard to keep a man awake with him bleeding from his wrists and…more…

"Now that he's…in such a state, surely the best move would be to…occupy ourselves, and let him stay that way for as long as we can. You know… Just let him suffer in silence." Micah gargled, before letting out a whimper. "Well…relative silence." Foxx giggled.

Harlow grabbed his ass and yanked him against his body, drawing a gasp from him. Letting out a whimper of his own, Foxx rubbed up against the man, loving the press of Harlow's covered hard cock against his stomach.

"Occupy ourselves, you say?" The man's smile widened. "Seems you have an idea about what exactly we should occupy ourselves with, Foxx."

"Just a…" He let out a shuddered breath. "Just a small idea."

"Just a small one?" Harlow growled as he lifted him up. Wrapping his legs around the dhampir's waist, Foxx wound his arms around the man's neck when his mouth captured his.

The kiss was getting more heated by the second. Foxx whimpered again and started to grind upwards against the man. He broke away on a shuddered gasp when Harlow's hold on his ass shifted slightly, the man's fingers brushing against his slick hole.

"I see someone was impatient," the dhampir chuckled thickly.

"I need," he whined. Grabbing onto the man's hair, he yanked Harlow back down, him being the one to initiate the kiss this time.

The man growled, kissing him back. Harlow's tongue slipping inside his mouth, Foxx let out a muffled moan as the man pushed first one and then two fingers inside him, spreading them. He barely registered that Harlow was moving until his back was pressed roughly against the wall.

"More," he gasped. The man broke the kiss to nip at first his bottom lip, and then his chin.

Harlow fingers pulling out, Foxx heard the man undo his pants. He held his breath as he felt the press of the man's cock against his hole.

"Yes!" Foxx cried out when the dhampir pushed himself inside.

"Ride me, brat," Harlow growled, the moment he was fully seated inside. "Take what you need."

What Foxx didn't need was…extra prompting. Releasing his hold on Harlow's hair, he gripped the man's shoulders and used them and the wall to get enough leverage to lift himself up. Just as the man's length was about to slip out of him, Foxx slammed back down, both him and Harlow groaning as he did. Enjoying the feel of the dhampir's thickness stretching him, Foxx didn't stay still for long. He quickly lifted back up and repeated the action.

Cock bobbing as his pace picked up with each downward plunge, Foxx's moans turned to cries when he changed his angle slightly, so he'd brush against his prostate as he slammed back down.

Growling, Harlow released his hold on his ass—that had been useless since he'd started moving—and leaned against the wall, a hand on either side of Foxx, while he started to pump his hips up into him whenever he descended. The slick sound of the man moving inside him, and of their skin slapping together, mixed nicely with the whimpers and weak cries of the vampire who was still duct taped to the chair mere feet away.

As his ears registered the sound, adding to the pressure that had been building up inside him since the first scream Micah had let out, Foxx's whole body shuddered. He continued to bounce on the man's cock, Harlow grinding up into him as he moved with him. He barely registered the sound of wood splintering when the pressure finally released.

Coming hard, Foxx let out an unintelligible scream as his balls clenched tight and his cock spurted, leaving traces of cum on his abs and on Harlow. His pace becoming more erratic, he slowed to a stop after one hard spasm.

Harlow, on the other hand, kept moving. The man thrusting up into him harder now, Foxx held on while moan after moan was forced from his lips.

Body tingling, feeling as if he was about to lose it again, the dhampir suddenly hissed. Foxx cried out again, having a dry orgasm when the man bit into his neck. He whimpered, his body spasming as he felt the man's hot cum fill him.

Foxx sagged there, his full weight leaning against the wall. Panting heavily, his body continued to tremble in the aftershock of it all. A tired huff slipped out when the dhampir's fangs left his neck.

"I feel…" Foxx swallowed. "It's unfair that you get to bite me so much." He took another deep breath before continuing. "Especially when I barely got to bite you at all."

Harlow chuckled and licked at his neck. "You can bite me too if you want."

Foxx snorted. "Yeah, I'm not the least bit interested in finding out what fucked up side effects that will lead to."

Harlow pulled back, looking like he was about to say something, but the man suddenly cursed. "Ah, fuck! My wall!"

Head tilting, Foxx glanced back, giggling on realizing that the splintering he'd heard had been Harlow digging his hands into the wood. Smiling, he gave the dhampir a peck on the lips. "Good job, old man."

"Shut it, brat." The dhampir's arms came around him, Harlow pulling him tight against his chest. "You know, I forgot about the whole ‘paranormal blood possibly fucking with you' thing. Though, I'm vampire-ish, so maybe there's a chance that it wouldn't do much at all?"

"Unlikely."

It was more likely that Foxx would feel either high off his ass, or like a train had run him over. Neither were sensations he particularly enjoyed.

"You could try?"

Foxx smirked. "Do you want me to bite you, old man?"

"Maybe? It feels like I may have missed out by not letting you do it before."

He cupped Harlow's face and gently ran his thumbs over the man's trimmed beard. Smirk widening, he gave the dhampir another peck. "Sounds like a you problem, old man."

Harlow chuckled. "Ahh, I guess I'll just have to take one for the team and keep biting you to make up for it."

Foxx rolled his eyes. "Such a sacrifice."

"Mm, I'm a martyr, I know." The man gave him a slow kiss.

"Of the worst kind."

Micah whined loudly, before attempting to say something that just came out as garbled nonsense.

"Ahh, Micah, still with us, are you?" Harlow sneered. "Did you enjoy listening?"

The vampire whined in response.

"Good, good, because the show is far from over." Smiling, Harlow eyed him again, the heat returning. "Now that we know our audience is ready to go, shall we continue?"

"I'd love to," Foxx hissed, before pressing his lips to Harlow's.

Naked Harlow relaxed back in the padded wooden deck chair, wrapping the blanket tighter around Foxx as he pulled him closer. The vampire was in his lap, naked as well, resting against his chest as they shared the chair. They were both pretty content, watching the sunrise…and what came with it—the slow burning of Micah.

Vocal cords cut, the vampire was too weak to do much more than lay there—not that he had much to move with after Harlow had removed his last foot. Writhing in pain, the man's muscles spasmed involuntarily as the sun ate away at him. He was so covered in blood that Micah seemed to be skipping past the stage of rapid sunburn, and everything in between, to move straight to actually burning. Or perhaps the vampire was just so close to death—his body, his very cells shutting down and dying—that he was as good as a corpse already.

Even if it did take hours, it would be fine. Harlow's cabin sat in just the right position, so they could remain sitting there the whole time without the sun ever touching them.

As his eyes followed a floating piece of charred flesh until it burst into ash in the daylight, Harlow couldn't help but ask, "Could this count as a date? We didn't eat, but…we had fun, didn't we?"

Foxx giggled. "Torturing someone and then sacrificing them to the sun is a date in your book?"

He smirked. "I mean, we did have sex," Harlow pointed out.

"That we did." The vampire giggled harder. "I suppose, as dates go, if this was one, I'd give it a ten out of ten for a first date. How about you?"

"Mmmhmm," Harlow hummed and pulled Foxx closer. "I agree, ten out of ten. Would recommend."

Foxx snorted.

"Do you want to stay out here for a few days?"

"I mean…why not?" the vampire said with a smile. "It's pretty, and…" Foxx sighed. "I'm going to have to order blood though. What's in the car will only last us maybe two days with how much you take in."

"Order it," he growled, before leaning forward to rub his nose over Foxx's neck.

"No biting my neck," Foxx snapped.

Harlow sighed, pressing a kiss to the pulse there before relaxing back.