55. Get Out!

W ith an angry dhampir close behind him, Foxx's heart raced as he sprinted up the stairs, towards their bedroom. But the moment he stepped inside, intending to close and lock the door, a clawed hand grabbed hold of his arm and yanked Foxx back.

His head practically spun while he was pulled around without care. Barely registering the noise of the door slamming shut, and the sound of wood splintering, in quick succession he found himself sealed inside with the man, his back pressed hard against said door, with Harlow's mouth now on his.

Foxx latched onto the man's shirt, moaning as the dhampir roughly explored his mouth, his lips bruising, Harlow's facial hair scratched at his skin. Foxx's cock hardened quickly, and he was about to melt against him, but Harlow broke off. The dhampir dragged him further into the room and lifted him up before tossing him onto the bed. Foxx barely had a chance to bounce on his back before Harlow was hovering over him, the man grabbing the front of his new bunny jumper and tearing it apart.

"Hey!" Foxx protested. "I just got that!" He covered his chest, glaring.

"Jee, was that new?" Harlow ground out. "Too bad."

Hearing the harsh, angry tone to the man's voice, Foxx opened his mouth, about to bitch at him, but the dhampir's tongue invaded his mouth, stopping any words. Foxx groaned when the man grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms by his sides.

He opened his mouth further, welcoming the man in, but the kiss didn't last long. Harlow broke away, biting at his bottom lip before he nipped his way down. Foxx gasped sharply as the man's fangs scratched along his jaw. But instead of going further, as he assumed the man would, the dhampir suddenly stopped.

"Is this okay?" He glanced down at the question, and found Harlow's sharp eyes looking up at him.

Foxx swallowed as he was caught in that intense gaze, and it took a moment for his brain to realize what the dhampir was asking. The realization was helped along by the man squeezing his wrists lightly.

His cheeks heating up, he nodded and tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at the way the man made sure he wasn't scaring him, even though he was angry.

Harlow continued then, and he felt the brush of the man's facial hair as he trailed down his neck, a cry forced past his lips when Harlow bit down. The bite quick, the man moved on. Foxx shuddered and whimpered as the dhampir's fangs once again punctured him, this time into his right shoulder.

"Harlow," Foxx whined. "I'm not a pin cushion!"

Even though he said that, it wasn't like Foxx wanted the man to stop. He was turned on all to hell and felt very needy. In fact, his body felt like it was on fire.

The dhampir chuckled darkly, and Foxx hissed as the man nipped at his collarbone, drawing blood. "You should be happy this will be the worst of it. I'd be reddening your ass if I had better control of my strength."

Foxx pouted. "My jumper."

"I'd say my jacket, but it seems I should just say my clothes ," Harlow said snidely, his gaze flicking up as he blew lightly on his right nipple.

Foxx shuddered and wiggled, arching toward the man. He moaned when he took it into his mouth, shouting out as Harlow bit down. His body trembling, Foxx tried to pull his arms free, but the man didn't let go. So he just laid there, whimpering and arching into Harlow's mouth while he sucked and teased his bud, the dhampir sating himself on his blood at the same time. Foxx cried out moments later as he orgasmed.

Harlow pulled his fangs free with a breathy growl, licking at the bud as he let go of his wrists. Foxx went to slide his hands through the dhampir's hair, but before he could, Harlow lifted up off him and rolled his ass over. Foxx let out an exasperated huff as he face planted into the mattress.

Harlow smirked smugly at the vampire's irritated huff. Moving Foxx to his knees, he pulled the man's jeans and boxer briefs fully off, tossing both aside. Harlow ran his hands over the man's plump ass, and found he really, really wanted to spank the fucker. His cock pulsed painfully against his fly at the thought.

Quickly, Harlow released himself, before growling and dropping down to nip at first one cheek and then the other. Lightly, Harlow clamped his mouth around a small section of one plump cheek, his fangs no doubt prickling but not puncturing.

"Don't you?—"

He bit down.

Foxx yelped. "Harlow!"

He sucked twice before extracting his fangs, licking at the spot, over the perfect indent of his teeth that he'd left behind.

"Why?! Why my ass?!"

"Just marking what's mine, brat."

Foxx pushed up onto his forearms and hissed over his shoulder at him.

"Angry cat." Chuckling, he dragged the man back abruptly, causing him to flop forward.

"I'm not a cat!" the vampire snapped, his words muffled by the bed.

"Cat," Harlow teased.

Licking at the bite mark once more, he decided to add a matching bite to the other cheek, Foxx protesting as he did. Dragging his tongue over the new bite too, he then spread the vampire's ass and kissed the little hidden freckle there before diving in.

Foxx gasped, shuddering as he started to moan again while he probed his pink pucker with his tongue. Harlow circled the tight ring of his entrance. The man tasted a bit like soap, clean, but then again, his brat had showered before he took off for the gym earlier. Underneath the clean was the warm salt water taffy taste that was all Foxx.

Pressing his tongue inside, he started to fuck him with it. The vampire rocked back onto him, groaning loudly. Harlow kept it up for a while until the man was whimpering and begging for more, before pressing a finger in alongside his tongue.

"Yes!" Foxx cried out.

Harlow worked Foxx open, adding a second finger. He fucked Foxx with them, but he wasn't rough or rushed, just using slow even thrusts, making sure to rub against the man's prostate every so often. Even if it was torture for him as well, with how hard he was, Harlow didn't do more than just continue to tease, tongue, and finger the vampire's hole.

With one hand on Foxx's ass, he held the man back from trying to fully ride his face and fingers, denying the vampire what he wanted and needed. Harlow may not be able to spank him, but he could still punish his brat in other ways.

"Please," Foxx begged breathlessly, the vampire trembling continuously now.

"Please, what?" he mused with a husky growl as he pulled his tongue free.

The vampire gasped. "More!"

"More what?" Harlow asked, knowing full well that the man had fought hard against his sex dazed mind just to say those one-word answers.

Foxx let out a distressed whine that had his cock jerking, a drop of pre-cum spilling out as a shudder of pleasure made its way down his spine.

Harlow straightened back on his knees, his finger no longer moving. "I'm waiting, Foxx. What do you want?"

"You!"

"More of me?" He barely held back the laugh as he laced his question with confusion.

The vampire whimpered and huffed, glancing back over his shoulder with tears in his eyes, as he cried, "More!"

Harlow just smirked, and meeting that teary eyed gaze, he drawled, "Now, Foxx, how am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?"

Foxx blinked back at him for a moment, looking cute, before his brain must have finally caught on. Eyes narrowing, the vampire suddenly snarled, "FUCK ME NOW, YOU BASTARD!"

Smirk widening, Harlow pulled his fingers free, lined up his cock, and pushed in.

"Yes!" Foxx hissed, flopping forward. He bit down on the covers beneath him as Harlow's thick cock popped past the ring of his spit-stretched hole and began to slide inside him. The burn was nothing to laugh at, but nothing he couldn't handle or didn't enjoy.

He shuddered at the deep growl the dhampir let out when he bottomed out, goosebumps forming on his heated skin. His early anger at the way Harlow was screwing with him floating away as the lovely sex haze returned.

Foxx whimpered and moaned when the dhampir started to move. The man's hands gripping his hips, he rocked back into the achingly slow thrusts, using his hands beneath him to get better leverage. The pace remained slow for a bit, and the tightness, the resistance was almost too much at first.

But not for long, and on the first hard slam inside him, Foxx screamed, the pain causing him to shudder as it mixed with the pleasure. His hard prick jerked and leaked pre-cum, while his balls ached with the need to release again, even though he had earlier. Harlow picked up speed, the man now pegging just the right spot inside him.

"Yes, yes!" Foxx cried.

He met each thrust, pushing back onto the man's cock, his breath coming faster and faster.

Air catching in his throat, on a strangled cry, Foxx came, his body spasming hard while he shot cum over the bedding. The rhythm he'd formed with Harlow falling apart, he sobbed as his body kept shaking.

On a deep feral growl, the dhampir came inside him, plowing into him until he was spent.

Foxx slid his arms out from under him when Harlow finally stopped. Wincing as the man slid out of him, he plopped face down onto the bed while he desperately tried to breathe and get his heart back under control.

With his body trembling still from his orgasm, he had to say, he felt…pretty boneless at the moment.

He groaned when Harlow grabbed his right wrist and started to move him. Foxx's groan turned into a cry of pain when the man pulled too hard and too fast. Agony sliced through his shoulder as the joint popped out of place instantaneously, seeming to mockingly remind him that he was, in fact, NOT boneless.

"HARLOW!" Foxx screeched, while he rolled over onto his back. Grasping at his right shoulder, he glared up with teary eyes at the dhampir.

Eyes wider than he'd ever seen them, the bastard had the audacity to be shaking, looking to be panicking, as if HE was the one who was fucking hurt.

"Fuck… Fuck…fuck… Uh…" Harlow's hands went out and then he pulled back. The man repeated the action over and over again.

"Fix it!" he growled viciously.

Harlow reached out and then pulled back yet again, grimacing. "Uh… Do…you really…want me to…put it back into place?"

Foxx was about to lose his ever-loving shit when he realized how mind-numbingly stupid it was that he had asked him. Stupid and frankly baffling, but then again, he was in pain.

"Get away! Don't. Touch. Me!" Foxx snarled.

This… This was…not how this was supposed to go… Harlow swallowed hard while he slowly slipped off the bed. Backing away with his hands held up, he stared at Foxx, honestly feeling awful. The man looked angry yet in pain, and the tears in his eyes were not…the type of tears one wanted to see during sex.

Harlow wasn't sure he'd ever felt this fucking awful about hurting someone before… Or rather, he had never felt awful about hurting anyone ever… But his chest sort of ached, and his stomach was churning, and he felt shaky… He could honestly do without EVER feeling this again. This fucking sucked!

Thank fuck Wes was coming later that night… The human could explain this… Well, he could if…Harlow lived that long, that was.

"I'm… Do… Um…" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Do you…want me to call Doc?"

Foxx released his dislocated shoulder and tossed a pillow at him. Harlow just stood there and let it hit him in the face. "You call Doc and I'll be breaking something of yours! NOW, GET OUT!" the vampire roared as he pointed towards the door.

"Yes… Getting o-out." He stumbled back and spun around, and…slammed right into the door. A door that he was almost positive he had broken earlier, but as the rest of the frame cracked and it fell over with a thump, Harlow honestly felt…very screwed.

Swallowing hard, he slowly looked back at the bed, and on seeing the murderous expression on Foxx's face…he fled.