The Immortal Blood

Chapter 10

 The following Tuesday, Todd showed up at the bar well in advance, choosing a table concealed by a column for a little more privacy.
He had watched people go by with little attention, until a specific smell had tickled his nose, making him aware of Adam's presence even before he could see him.
The blond man had passed by to sit in front of him, so Todd had had the opportunity to appreciate his more casual look of that day: white shirt and branded jeans that fell tight on his skinny but firm rear. The sudden desire to take him and slam him on the table instead of the glasses to give him a solid nail had caught him off guard, so much so that he had not noticed that the boy had put the keys of the new house under his nose.
"Here you go, Mr. Valentine. . . "
"Thanks, Adam. . . you could call me just by my name, don't you think?" He had studied him with a half smile: he had a face that was speaking volumes.
"All right, Todd. . . "
"So, I guess you didn't ask me to meet in such a crowded place just to give me a bunch of keys, did you?" He told him, using a direct approach to screw with him a little.
Adam had raised his eyebrows, but he hadn't seemed much disturbed. "No. "
"What would you like to ask me?" Todd was all ears by then.
"For starters, I'd like to know if you were really only interested in the house or. . . "
"Or what? Is that really the first question you choose to ask me, Adam? Isn't there anything else you can think of?"
Redness had spread on the cheeks of the other man: Todd was pissing him off, but in the end his purpose was precisely to provoke him.
"What are you?"
Ah. Much better. "What do you think?"
"A vampire?" He said it without believing it too much, and yet after seeing him face a haunted house Todd would have expected better.
"Yes. " He responded truthfully, even showing him a flash of his protruding canines as evidence.
Adam had remained silent for a few seconds, staring at his mouth, disconcerted. Todd had appreciated it, wondering if he should not also be given something better to study.
"You're starting to embarrass me, Adam. . . " he had gazed him in turn, sly.
In hearing those words, the blond had gotten evidently annoyed. "So what am I supposed to say? You fucking harassed me, Todd. While I was half dead on the floor!"
"Oh, did. . . ? "Well, you're not wrong, every time I did touch you, you were asleep. "
"Ew, I don't. . . I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to think?!"
"That I want to fuck you, maybe. Well, what, you find that so absurd?"
"I'm married, Todd. "
"Pff, so what? I've fucked people more married than you, believe me. " Todd watched him take the blow, amused. Now that Adam's true personality was surfacing from behind the facade of the stick-up-the-butt-lawyer's one, he was beginning to find him a lot more interesting. "And much less attractive. . . "
"Do you always talk shit, or do you do it just to hide what you're really thinking?"
This time it was Todd who was taken by surprise. "What do you mean?"
"As for the harassment, I don't know what to believe, but that's not all, is it? You could have killed me. . . or worse. . . "
"Yeah. You know, the second time you passed out, when Vernon was there. . . I was going to. Fuck you or kill you, I'm not sure. Maybe both. All this to say that there's something different. . . in your blood. I've never experience anything like it. "
Adam stared at him open-mouthed, then stood up, but not to leave. He ordered from the bar and came back with a glass of whiskey. "Go ahead. " He ordered him.
Todd's nose curled, the alcohol covered the boy's fantastic aroma, but he said, "Your blood is the most dangerous part of you, Adam. It has unique properties for us vampires. It can. . . heal and. . . regenerate our wounds, old or new. It's a sort of elixir of immortality. "
The blond had emptied his glass in one sip, signalling a waiter to bring him another. "And that would be dangerous because I imagine that if it got out, everyone would want a part of it. . . "
"That's right. You have no idea what kind of beasts we can be. . . maybe you think you've seen the worst of me, but you're wrong. There are much, much more dangerous vampires around. . . "
"Who knows? Just you?"
"Vernon too, unfortunately. He's smart, he's always had an annoying tendency to pick on the little things. . . "
"So he's a vampire too. . . "
"Yes. And the rest of my comrades, the ones we bought the house for. "
"Vampires in a haunted house. . . ah, I'm sorry. I suppose you've already found out. . . "
"Yes, nice lawyer move not to say anything. . . "
"Touchè. " Adam had raised the second glass, emptying it in one go like the first. "What am I supposed to do with all this. . . ? I mean, I always thought I was just like any other person. . . "
"I believe that, in retrospect, the ghosts of the house acted so violently in response to your talents. "
The blonde had stopped with his hand in mid-air, while he was still ordering. "It makes sense. The demonstrations were. . . indescribable when I was alone. You've seen them. . . "
"Hm, never been afraid of spirits, by the way. . . " Todd had also asked for a drink himself that time, hoping to blackout at least part of his cravings, because drunk Adam was even more fuckable.
"The point of the situation is that I'm trying to keep your identity safe, but I don't know how long I'll be able to do that. . . "
"Ironic, considering you were about to fuck me while unconscious the other day. . . "
"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't want to, but I stopped. It's no use banging a sleeper. . . and it's your fucking smell that's driving me crazy!"
"You make me sick. " Adam had frowned, disgusted. "Jesus, you jerked off in between my legs!"
"Hm, and I'd do it again now. . . " Todd had gulped down his Scotch in a long sip.
"Stop it. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. . . "
"That's because you drained half a bottle in five minutes. . . you're not very used to drinking, are you?"
"No. . . " the blond guy ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "What am I supposed to do? A year ago I wasn't even sure that there was an afterlife, then I lived with the souls of the dead and now. . . what about my family?"
"I don't know. " Todd was being honest again. It was easy with him, partly because he wanted to get into his pants, partly because he was sorry after all. "I want you to understand that I'm telling you these things because your safety isn't just up to me. "
"Sure, you've been crystal clear about that. . . shit. . . I got to go to the bathroom. . . "
Todd watched him stand up and sway to a small door on the opposite side of the building. Vulnerable with a butt made of steel, lethal combination for his already half hardened penis.
He had also left the table with a smile, heading towards the bathroom, noticing with pleasure that it was blocked by a simple snap lock. A dry blow of the arm had been more than enough to open it, and he had slipped in, surprising Adam, bent over the sink.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He had protested, alarmed, when he had smashed the lock so that the door would remain closed.
"What do you think?" He had replied, putting himself behind him, his erection resting against the inviting curve of his backside.
"Fuck you. Let me out." The blond had pushed, turning around to face him, furious.
"No. " Todd almost laughed, appreciating how Adam seemed not to be afraid of him. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him tight against his body, sinking his nose into his hair.
"Stop it! Don't touch me!"
Todd had used his stature as an advantage, grabbing him by the blond locks on the nape of his neck and at the same time shedding his fangs.
A flash of terror had passed in the eyes of the other man, but he had still continued to fight, smashing him with kicks and socks on his face and hips, uselessly.
He had bitten him on one side of the neck, to submit him, stealing a few mouthfuls of blood, without exaggerating, he certainly did not want to make him faint, that time. Once detached, he had pushed him with his back on the edge of the sink, raising his shirt on his flat stomach: a trail of almost white hair descended to the belt of his trousers.
The younger man had rebelled, giving him a powerful slap that made his ear bleed. He could have beaten him up into submissiom, but it was certainly not his style. He had clutched him by the throat, holding him in place while opening the zipper of his trousers, then, with a sadistic grin, he had begun to masturbate on him, looking him straight in the eyes.
Adam had stared back at him with hatred, but a lot less disgusted than he should have, turning him on even more, if possible.
He had released with a liberating shout on every exposed inch of his belly, putting his spent dick back in his underwear with a satisfied groan, handing the boy a paper towel.
The blonde had ripped it from his fingers, purple with shame, wiping himself so hard he'd almost removed flesh from bones, slamming the towel on the shelf with a murderous expression.
Todd, at that point, would have fucked him for real, but he felt that he had humiliated him enough for that afternoon. He had unlocked the door, waiting for the other one to come out first, but Adam had stared at him with rancor, his eyes overflowing with tears of rage.
He punched him in the face, splitting his lower lip. Todd had laughed, tasting his own blood, grabbing him and kissing him on the mouth.
Adam got even more pissed, bit him and steered away from him as if he had taken an electric shock, spitting on the ground and watching him with dread before he left.
Todd had observed him leave unstable on his legs, sure that he would soon see him again anyway. They were tied with a double thread, after all, so he wouldn't have gotten rid of him so easily. . .