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Historically Accurate Vampire Comeplay (Pisaac)

*dubious consent*

Isaac shivers when he feels the room get cold, his eyes going to the fireplace where the fire is burning low, and he rubs his hands as he got up to stoke the fire to keep it going. He can the coyotes howling in the night, the wind blowing, and then nothing. No one was out here for miles, the nearest town fifteen miles west, and Isaac was alone on the prairie. There's a knock on the door that shocks Isaac, and he grabs his coat as he cracks the door open a crack. The man on the other side is older, his late thirties, and he smiles when he sees Isaac. "Hello? Can I help you?" Isaac says, allowing the man to come in. There was no reason not to trust someone out here, and Isaac recognized him from the town. "Mr. Hale." Isaac says, politely.

"Isaac." Mr. Hale purrs, taking of his coat. He doesn't understand why, it's so cold in here, and he shivers. He's unsure if it's from the cold or from Peter's voice. "What are you doing out here all alone in the night?" Peter asks him, sitting down next to the fireplace. Isaac gives him a look of confusion, he's a grown man, well, he's still a little wet behind the ears, but why wouldn't he be here?

"I'm getting ready to head West more. After the weather clears. Can't do anything in the snow or the cold. What are you doing all the way out here?" Isaac asks him, shivering as if to answer the question. He jumps when cold hands find their way to his cheeks, and he looks at Peter's piercing eyes.

"I'm just a little hungry." Peter says, and Isaac opens his mouth to offer him something but he groans when he feels two sharp pinpricks in his neck that make him gasp out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Isaac gasps out as he feels something warm sliding down his throat, and a quick tongue laps it up. "Good boy." Peter purrs, his hand finding its way into his hair and gently pulls his head back for more room. Isaac whines, his eyes flickering shut, and then it's nothing.

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Isaac comes to feeling warm, but he breathes in cold air. He blinks his eyes to see that he's lying in front of the fireplace. There's an arm around his bare waist, where did his clothes go, and he breathes out when a cold hand starts to fondle him. "Peter?" Isaac wonders, turning his head to see a charming smile. "What are you doing?" Isaac asks, breathing out when Peter's hand starts stroking his cock. He moans, looking down to see Peter's hand teasing and touching him, and he buckles into it. His cock is hard, flushed with arousal, and he's not the only one. Peter is rocking his cock against Isaac's ass, slipping in between his cheeks, and Isaac groans dryly when his feels his balls tightening up with the need to come. Isaac pants harder, still confused, and he comes with a soft groan as he lays his head on Peter's arm.

"Sweet boy." Peter whispers, kissing his throat. "You'll do just perfectly." Peter purrs, his hips speeding up against Isaac's ass, the pale skin turning pink and red from the effort, and when he comes he pants into Isaac's hair. Peter smears his come over Isaac's ass and back, rubbing it into the soft skin, and he smiles as he watches Isaac blink. He'll have to be care, he took too much blood this time but it was so good, he can taste it on his fangs. "Sleep, little one. Sleep." Peter says, smiling pleased when Isaac listens to him.

Peter listens to his steady heartbeat, letting his and Isaac's own come dry on the young man, and he cleans up the small cabin before he leaves. He'll be back for Isaac. When the time is right.