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THE BOYS OF BELSMEADE
Chapter Ten
"Eliot, stop!"
Aramis was able to pull his mate back just before Dr. Berenz became the latest fatality in the surreal horror story. He pinned Eliot's arms to his sides and whispered in his ear. "It's all right, babe. He's not going to hurt you."
"He'll hurt you," Eliot panted, struggling to free himself.
At the end of his wits, Aramis bit his own wrist and offered it to his mate, who sucked greedily. Aramis kissed the top of his newborn mate's head and winced as fangs clumsily scraped his sensitive skin. It wasn't all pain, though. The pleasure of Eliot's lips on him, the steady draw of blood made him hard. He was sincerely glad his erection was hidden.
John Berenz sank into a chair, tears sliding down his face. He looked in horror as his son—was that really his son? Eliot's eyes were practically glowing and he grunted like an animal as he committed his cannibalistic act.
After a few moments passed, the doctor looked at Mr. Ambrogi and spoke quietly. "I… I don't understand. You said there was an accident."
"And I told you the truth," Mr. Ambrogi replied. "While your son and Aramis were… intimate with one another, Eliot inadvertently bit Aramis' lip and tasted his blood. Just one taste of Aramis' blood is enough to turn a human into one of our kind."
"Human? Are you telling me that he's a… you're a… my son is a…"
"Vampires, Dr. Berenz. My son and I—and now Eliot—are vampires."
Aramis felt light-headed and was losing too much blood, but Eliot wouldn't relinquish his meal. "Um, dad, can you…"
Mr. Ambrogi blazed his eyes into Eliot's. When he had his attention, the elder vampire hissed. "Enough! Release him."
The power of the elder's voice made refusing the command impossible. Eliot nodded, stepped away from Aramis and licked at the blood smeared around his mouth and chin.
A rivulet of red-tinged saliva dripped from Eliot's jaw. John turned away from the nightmare before him and emptied his stomach onto the floor. Mr. Ambrogi called for a doctor, who took advantage of the human's incapacitation by injecting a sedative into his arm.
"We'll keep him sedated for the time being, Mr. Ambrogi," the doctor assured him.
"Yes, make sure he is guarded constantly." Two orderlies brought in a stretcher and gently loaded the unconscious doctor onto it. They wheeled him out and closed the door.
Oblivious to his father's distress, Eliot body began to metabolize Aramis' blood. One effect was heightened arousal. He pushed he body against his mate and whispered in his ear. "I need you. Please."
Aramis was conflicted. On one hand, he was miserable for ruining—who was he kidding?—ending Eliot's life and possibly sending Mr. Berenz off the edge of sanity, never to return. Misery washed over him and he felt heavy with guilt. On the other hand, his mate was rubbing a very hard shaft up and down his leg, and whimpering in his ear, begging him for sex.
"Please, Aramis," Eliot whined. "Fuck me."
"You need to finish mating him," Mr. Ambrogi explained. When he saw his son's pained expression, he asked, "What is wrong?"
Aramis groaned. "The truth is, dad: Eliot's a virgin. How can I bring myself to take his virginity while he's barely aware of what's going on? I wanted it to be… special."
"Circumstances being what they are, we need to think about your mate's needs. Once you enter him and drink his blood, his mind will clear. You can make love to him again once his transition is complete."
"I don't see how this can get any more awkward," Aramis muttered. Eliot wrapped his arms around Aramis and pawed at his backside. "And yet the awkward meter just tipped the scales. Can you maybe go now, dad?"
Mr. Ambrogi nodded and reminded his son, "Just make sure you ejaculate inside him while feeding."
Eliot worked his hand under Aramis' waistband and Aramis yelped. "Somehow, I don't see that as being an issue."
Aramis was able to pull his mate back just before Dr. Berenz became the latest fatality in the surreal horror story. He pinned Eliot's arms to his sides and whispered in his ear. "It's all right, babe. He's not going to hurt you."
"He'll hurt you," Eliot panted, struggling to free himself.
At the end of his wits, Aramis bit his own wrist and offered it to his mate, who sucked greedily. Aramis kissed the top of his newborn mate's head and winced as fangs clumsily scraped his sensitive skin. It wasn't all pain, though. The pleasure of Eliot's lips on him, the steady draw of blood made him hard. He was sincerely glad his erection was hidden.
John Berenz sank into a chair, tears sliding down his face. He looked in horror as his son—was that really his son? Eliot's eyes were practically glowing and he grunted like an animal as he committed his cannibalistic act.
After a few moments passed, the doctor looked at Mr. Ambrogi and spoke quietly. "I… I don't understand. You said there was an accident."
"And I told you the truth," Mr. Ambrogi replied. "While your son and Aramis were… intimate with one another, Eliot inadvertently bit Aramis' lip and tasted his blood. Just one taste of Aramis' blood is enough to turn a human into one of our kind."
"Human? Are you telling me that he's a… you're a… my son is a…"
"Vampires, Dr. Berenz. My son and I—and now Eliot—are vampires."
Aramis felt light-headed and was losing too much blood, but Eliot wouldn't relinquish his meal. "Um, dad, can you…"
Mr. Ambrogi blazed his eyes into Eliot's. When he had his attention, the elder vampire hissed. "Enough! Release him."
The power of the elder's voice made refusing the command impossible. Eliot nodded, stepped away from Aramis and licked at the blood smeared around his mouth and chin.
A rivulet of red-tinged saliva dripped from Eliot's jaw. John turned away from the nightmare before him and emptied his stomach onto the floor. Mr. Ambrogi called for a doctor, who took advantage of the human's incapacitation by injecting a sedative into his arm.
"We'll keep him sedated for the time being, Mr. Ambrogi," the doctor assured him.
"Yes, make sure he is guarded constantly." Two orderlies brought in a stretcher and gently loaded the unconscious doctor onto it. They wheeled him out and closed the door.
Oblivious to his father's distress, Eliot body began to metabolize Aramis' blood. One effect was heightened arousal. He pushed he body against his mate and whispered in his ear. "I need you. Please."
Aramis was conflicted. On one hand, he was miserable for ruining—who was he kidding?—ending Eliot's life and possibly sending Mr. Berenz off the edge of sanity, never to return. Misery washed over him and he felt heavy with guilt. On the other hand, his mate was rubbing a very hard shaft up and down his leg, and whimpering in his ear, begging him for sex.
"Please, Aramis," Eliot whined. "Fuck me."
"You need to finish mating him," Mr. Ambrogi explained. When he saw his son's pained expression, he asked, "What is wrong?"
Aramis groaned. "The truth is, dad: Eliot's a virgin. How can I bring myself to take his virginity while he's barely aware of what's going on? I wanted it to be… special."
"Circumstances being what they are, we need to think about your mate's needs. Once you enter him and drink his blood, his mind will clear. You can make love to him again once his transition is complete."
"I don't see how this can get any more awkward," Aramis muttered. Eliot wrapped his arms around Aramis and pawed at his backside. "And yet the awkward meter just tipped the scales. Can you maybe go now, dad?"
Mr. Ambrogi nodded and reminded his son, "Just make sure you ejaculate inside him while feeding."
Eliot worked his hand under Aramis' waistband and Aramis yelped. "Somehow, I don't see that as being an issue."
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"Eliot? Are you comfortable?"
I stretched and pulled the blankets up further around my shoulders. When I felt the cool sheets move against my skin—my naked skin—my eyes flew open. Aramis and I lay in a twin-sized bed. His smile was nervous, and a cursory search with my hand informed me that he was as nude as I.
I gulped. "Did we… Have we…"
Aramis shifted closer and carefully rested a hand on my hip. With a shy smile, he said, "No, we didn't. I couldn't quite bring myself to finish the mating while you were so out of it. It was hard, though. You kept begging me and trying to bite me."
"What do you mean by mating?" I asked, nervously.
"I mean the ritual joining of our souls by the exchange of life-force."
"That's as clear as mud, Aramis."
He finally smiled a little. "It means I have to drink your blood while I come inside you."
My eyes bulged. "Oh. So we have to…"
"Yes." I nodded slowly and something seemed to snap in Aramis. He knelt on the bed and took both my hands in his. "I'm so sorry, Eliot! You cannot know how guilty I feel, how desolate I am. I understand completely if you don't want me as a mate."
He leaned forward to kiss my hands and the sheet felt away from his lap. The sight of his cock, limp against his thigh made my mouth water. He wasn't aroused, yet it was already long and thick. My imagination went into overdrive and I picture just how much bigger it would be when Aramis was erect.
"Holy fuck," I whispered.
As much as I wanted to talk to Aramis, as much as I knew we should discuss the situation, my mate's cock called to me. My body sang with need, and I couldn't resist the pull. Rising to my knees, I pushed Aramis onto his back, lifted the warm shaft in my trembling fingers, and covered him with my mouth.
I stretched and pulled the blankets up further around my shoulders. When I felt the cool sheets move against my skin—my naked skin—my eyes flew open. Aramis and I lay in a twin-sized bed. His smile was nervous, and a cursory search with my hand informed me that he was as nude as I.
I gulped. "Did we… Have we…"
Aramis shifted closer and carefully rested a hand on my hip. With a shy smile, he said, "No, we didn't. I couldn't quite bring myself to finish the mating while you were so out of it. It was hard, though. You kept begging me and trying to bite me."
"What do you mean by mating?" I asked, nervously.
"I mean the ritual joining of our souls by the exchange of life-force."
"That's as clear as mud, Aramis."
He finally smiled a little. "It means I have to drink your blood while I come inside you."
My eyes bulged. "Oh. So we have to…"
"Yes." I nodded slowly and something seemed to snap in Aramis. He knelt on the bed and took both my hands in his. "I'm so sorry, Eliot! You cannot know how guilty I feel, how desolate I am. I understand completely if you don't want me as a mate."
He leaned forward to kiss my hands and the sheet felt away from his lap. The sight of his cock, limp against his thigh made my mouth water. He wasn't aroused, yet it was already long and thick. My imagination went into overdrive and I picture just how much bigger it would be when Aramis was erect.
"Holy fuck," I whispered.
As much as I wanted to talk to Aramis, as much as I knew we should discuss the situation, my mate's cock called to me. My body sang with need, and I couldn't resist the pull. Rising to my knees, I pushed Aramis onto his back, lifted the warm shaft in my trembling fingers, and covered him with my mouth.
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