Chapter 14 Theo
Theo
The light was faint in the bedroom, coming in through the windows from a streetlight outside. The headlights of passing cars added a kaleidoscope effect to the fracturing shadows, and Theo gasped.
If Theo had been asked to describe how exactly he’d ended up in Peter’s bed with Peter kissing him raw, he wasn’t sure he could’ve given a clear account of events.
One moment we were watching an old horror movie, then we had horror happen to us, now this.
What do they say about falling in love when crisis hits? Falling in lust. Yeah, we’re in lust.
The movie had been…like a date, almost. It had been scary in that hopeful way dates were. Theo had dated some as a teen, before he’d gotten serious about streaming, about being financially independent and able to stand on his own two feet.
He’d taken a girl to the movies once, and he’d put his arm around her exactly like Peter had with him. It had been fun. They’d kissed. She’d tasted of popcorn. Things had never really moved on from there.
And now I have no experience—wait…I don’t need experience.
That isn’t what this is. Peter made a desperate noise deep in his throat, and Theo was helpless against the way his fingers closed around the fabric of the vampire’s shirt, torn where the birds had attacked.
It’s not what this is. We’re not dating.
We have a contract. This is about the blood, and nothing more.
And yes, Peter was bloody. Theo felt the ragged claw marks the birds had left on the skin of Peter’s back, and then there was Peter’s eye… Theo hardly dared touch that side of Peter’s face for fear of hurting him.
Peter didn’t seem to mind. He took Theo’s mouth, forceful, hard, tongue conquering and teeth raking over Theo’s lips.
“P-Peter…”
Theo regretted never having kissed the vampire before. He regretted…all of it. The Boudoir, the sex, but not really. Peter had been Theo’s client only a few hours ago though.
Peter stopped his wild kisses. “Are you scared? Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Theo’s throat was tight. “The blood. You need the blood. You’re hurt.”
“Hmm.”
Peter went right back to what he had been doing, stealing Theo’s breath, and when Theo’s eyes drifted shut with the sensation, he arched his spine, creating an opening for Peter to coil his arms around Theo’s waist.
Theo ran his hands up Peter’s sides and pulled up the vampire’s torn shirt. He explored the skin, careful to keep his touch soft because of the many scratches. It was enough for him to enjoy the way Peter moved, strength and intent combining in his powerful frame.
After a few more seconds, Peter broke his possessive kiss, and Theo took a deep breath. Fuck. I’ve never been kissed like that.
The birds still ran frantic claws and beaks over the outside of the door, but it didn’t matter. Theo didn’t feel scared or as if he were in danger. Instead, he moaned with pleasure when Peter lowered his mouth to his jaw and pressed kisses into the skin there.
Peter growled, and the noise made Theo tilt his head to the side to offer Peter the blood he needed to heal.
Peter’s mouth fell on Theo’s pulse point, but instead of the sharp pain of teeth breaking skin, Peter showered the area with kisses, marking it with his tongue.
“It’s okay, go ahead and drink,” Theo said. “I want you to.”
Peter stopped all of a sudden, and instead of biting, he sat up and looked down at Theo.
Peter’s remaining pupil eclipsed the blue of his iris, and combined with that gaping eye socket in the scarcely illuminated room, he looked scary.
If it had been Halloween, Peter could’ve scared small and not-so-small children by the dozen.
Yet, Theo wasn’t scared at all.
Peter didn’t speak. He tore off his tattered shirt. That move was far sexier than it had any right to be, and Theo felt heat pool low in his belly.
“Don’t rush me, Theodore.” Peter kept his one eye on Theo. “Before I take your blood, I want you. Do you consent?”
Theo opened his mouth to give Peter the green light, but he hesitated, a small part of him too scared.
It was that part Theo had had to confront when he’d been alone in the bathroom one morning after having been with Bernard.
He’d remembered nothing of the previous night, nothing after Bernard’s teeth, but he’d felt that there had been more.
He’d looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, unsure who that person was staring back at him.
“No,” Theo said.
Peter froze. He smiled gently and cupped Theo’s cheek. “Okay.”
And then, the unthinkable happened: Peter got off Theo and stood by the bed, his healing but bloodied chest on full display. He held out a hand for Theo to take.
“Huh?”
Peter nodded toward a chair by a window that reminded him of the one in his guestroom—the reading chair.
“I thought you might want to sit. If you’re willing to let him see you through the window, it might draw him out, and I could head outside, say hi.”
Theo’s mouth fell open. “You just…stopped.”
Peter frowned. Even with his eye healing, the expression looked grotesque. “Of course I stopped. You told me to.”
“But—”
“Theodore, you don’t have to explain or justify anything.” He did his creepy grin. “No hard feelings, pardon the pun.”
“Pun—oh. Right.” Theo bit his lip and looked at Peter’s hand. It’s still a stupid thing to do. Very not smart. Unwise. I should know better. He took Peter’s hand and pulled.
Peter stopped his creepy smiling and went right back to frowning, which really wasn’t much better.
“Theodore, what is this? Do you want to hide under the covers? That’s fine, just—”
“No. I mean, yes. I want to have sex.”
“You want to have sex?” Peter sighed. “Shock. I should’ve known.” He sat down on the bed next to Theo, leaving his hand in Theo’s. “Everything will be fine. He’ll not touch you ever again. You’re not hurt, and I’ll heal.”
Theo rolled his eyes. “I was just telling you no to see if you’d actually stop. I didn’t want you to stop, okay? I…still want you to take my blood. And also the other thing. The sex. I want that too. I consent to all of it.”
Peter stilled for several long heartbeats, then he reached for Theo’s cheek again.
“I will respect you, always. You have my word on that. My word is worth a king’s ransom, Theodore.”
With a burst of speed that made Theo gasp in surprise, Peter got back into the exact same position he had been, straddling Theo, watching him with his one good eye.
Theo sucked in a deep breath. “So fast.”
Peter ran his hand along the side of Theo’s face, brushed his thumb over Theo’s swollen lips.
“I am. My precious one.”
Peter was whispering. Theo had to strain to hear over the raging birds. But when Peter undid his belt and zipper, that sound drowned out everything else that was trying to get Theo’s attention.
Peter kissed him briefly, then growled and got up to kick off his shoes and pants, turning him into a sight unlike anything Theo had seen, maybe ever.
It wasn’t just the blood or the many wounds, the eye, although all of that was shocking. It was the realization that Peter’s suits hid flawless strength, a body not just formed by pushing papers but by…
Theo didn’t really know. I don’t even know how old he really is. Where he’s from. Bernard pretended to be ancient, but he nearly went ballistic when I found his birth certificate and made fun of him for having been born in the roaring 20s.
Peter stood there like some kind of warrior hero straight from a dream or a cheesy B-movie, watching, and Theo wondered whether it was yet another round of checking for his consent, silently this time, one where his action was demanded.
So Theo undressed, unbuttoned his shirt and wriggled out of it, then undid his pants. They were the skinny kind, the ones he’d put on for work earlier. After having been with Peter, he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
He lifted a leg in Peter’s direction. “Help me?”
Peter looked pleased. “Happy to, Theodore.”
He pulled the jeans off by the hem, slower than he’d gotten his own off. His eye was on Theo, assessing, observing.
Caring? Maybe he cares.
When Theo was finally pants-less, Peter used his vampiric speed again, and as fast as he’d gone, he was back on top of Theo, holding Theo’s head and looking at him. With the one eye, that was anything but a sweet, romantic gesture, but Theo still froze.
He might be thinking about how best to bite me. This is fine. This is normal. Just two people fucking and one needing some blood.
But then Peter kissed him again, and whatever Theo had been thinking died like a flame in a downpour. Nothing else mattered when their cocks ground together, when Peter kissed him with such ardor that Theo could do nothing but bear it.
He bent his spine, grinding against Peter, and Peter—vampire strength and all—was perfect for grinding against…until he grabbed both their cocks together, getting them both off with hard strokes, spreading their precum liberally.
The friction was pure delight, and Theo wanted more. He bucked up, trying to nip Peter’s lips.
Peter growled. “Settle.”
“More,” Theo demanded, one leg hooking over Peter’s. He had no intention at all of settling, and what kind of ridiculous thought even was that?
Peter chuckled. “You’re getting all of it, so settle.”
But Theo couldn’t. He had no idea what had gotten into him.
They’d done this before—the sex, the blood—but in this moment, with birds just outside the door waiting to tear them to shreds, Theo wanted nothing more than to claw at Peter and pull the vampire close until their skin fused and their bodies became one.
He needed to take the sharp edges off himself, and he wanted Peter to make it happen.
“Please. Peter, I need… Please.”
Whether Peter understood the need or whether it was equally met by his own soon stopped mattering. With his one eye locked on Theo, he began jacking them together with purpose.
Theo moaned. “Kiss me, please. Kiss me.”
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Peter’s hot lips were back, his tongue darting deep while his hard grip wound Theo up tighter and tighter. And Peter’s own cock was so hard, grinding down… Theo came in hot spurts, rocketed along by the near painful tension.
Theo tossed his head back and screamed, drowning out the damn crows, and through the hard jolts of orgasm, he felt Peter coming too.
While Theo screamed, Peter growled against his throat.
Almost on instinct, Theo reached up to press Peter’s head down into the crook of his neck, and this time, Peter bit down.
The bite was one quick pinch, much like a flu shot, and while Theo quivered, Peter’s weight kept him where he was.
With Bernard, this had always been the scariest part, but not so with Peter.
It took Theo a moment to figure out why, but then he realized that Peter simply held him still, the neck and head area in particular.
Bernard had always tightened his hold like a vise about to break bones.
Peter did none of that. But he drank, and the waves of orgasmic pleasure that had been ebbing ratcheted back up again with every drop of blood Peter took.
Theo was soon moaning under Peter all over again, grinding up against him, even if there was no way he’d be able to come again so soon after.
Peter carefully pulled his teeth out after a few more moments, though he kept the area sealed with his mouth, just like he’d done before.
He licked all over Theo’s skin, and it was a sweet torture to have the attention of Peter’s tongue and be so turned on by the sensation, but not be able to do anything about it.
“That’s not enough… You can’t have taken enough,” Theo breathed.
Peter pulled back. His eye was healing fast now, and the blue was visible again on a background of bloodshot white, although it was slightly dull.
“It’s plenty, and I don’t want you getting anemic.” He kissed the area he’d bitten before licking over it. “If anything, you are even more responsive to my bite today.”
Peter held Theo’s chin still. Theo hadn’t even realized he’d been wiggling, but who cared?
Everything was blinding electricity, and everything just felt good—Peter on top of him, the memory of Peter’s teeth inside him, Peter’s cock, even only semi-hard, still leisurely thrusting against Theo’s belly.
“I want you inside me,” Theo said. His voice was jittery, a faint flicker of sound.
Peter smiled. “You don’t quite know what you want right now, Theodore. It’ll pass in a moment, and all you’ll want then is sleep.”
“No, I need your cock deep in my ass, Peter. Now.”
The universe decided to be a massive dick just then by dropping a tsunami-sized dose of post-blood sucking tiredness on Theo that made his eyelids droop and his body sag back against the pillows.
“Just go to sleep, Theodore,” Peter said, and the special magic of a vampire’s bite made it so Theo didn’t have much choice in the matter. He was out just a few heartbeats later.