The Immortal Blood

Chapter 24

Adam had laid completely immobile on the couch for the entire afternoon.
He had heard Todd move upstairs, but had made no attempt to get there, which was not very intelligent, considering that they had to finish refining their plan.
His brain, however, seemed derailed in one direction only, unable to assimilate any other concept except the continuous replication of the vampire's confused speech.
Todd had caught him, to say the least, unaware, even though, after all, he had expected some kind of approach on his part, yet not of that kind: as long as the advances were kept on a physical level, he had no problems in reacting, but the more he knew him, the less aggressive he became, and consequently even rejecting him put him in increasing trouble.
How, for example, should he have responded to the other one's aformentioned statement? Todd surely wasn't the first person to hit on him, he wasn't even the first man, and yet Adam had never found himself so caught up in his own emotions, except when. . . he had shaken the image of his wife from his head, pouring himself a drink, but stopping immediately by the middle of the first glass.
It would have been only counterproductive to get drunk, so much so that he'd better have looked at the schemes they had traced the previous days and tried to engage in something useful, instead.
He had climbed quickly up the stairs, stumbling upon the vampire as he was coming out of the bathroom completely naked. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the shower running.
"Hey" Todd had smiled at him, without worrying about hiding the most vulnerable and visible parts of his body.
Adam had swallowed, flushing in a perceptible way, turning his gaze in another direction.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to. . . get something from my room" he had disappeared into his bedroom without further explanations, his heart pounding hard in his chest, turning everything upside down to find the sheets.
He needed to calm down.

The rest of the afternoon had passed relatively quietly: Adam, after several attempts, had managed to concentrate and refine the masterplan, which at least had heartened him.
When he lifted his head off the notes, he noticed that dinnertime had come and gone from a long time, so he had moved to the kitchen to fetch himself a quick meal.
Todd caught up with him just as he was sitting at the table, opening a beer.
The lawyer had studied him in detail: it could certainly not be denied that he was (or had been, but semantics didn't really matter at that point) a handsome man, tall, well-built, with a clean face and, despite his difficult character, he certainly had heart.
When he sat in front of him, he explained the variations he had devised hours earlier, the vampire nodded, concentrated, and Adam thought that the most correct definition of his being was 'fierce', because in the end it was exactly what he was: a stormy sea, apparently granitic, but in continuous movement under the surface.
Todd had cleared the table and told him that the next day he would go to the nearest service station to obtain the materials for their mission; Adam would remain hidden, for greater safety, and by dawn they would act to off Vernon once for all.
Valentine had then moved into the living room for one of his countless drinks, while Adam had preferred to retire upstairs, to avoid a repeat of the afternoon scene.
He had gone to bed early, but his eyes were barred in the twilight of the room: his mind continued to bounce between anxiety about the confrontation with Vernon and a flow of conflicting emotions on Todd. After what seemed to him to be an eternity, he had heard the vampire's footsteps along the stairs, footsteps that had hesitated for a few moments in front of his door before continuing towards the end of the corridor.
Adam sat on the bed, soaked in sweat.
He would never have been able to sleep, so he seriously thought about the topic that caused him less anguish at that moment: Todd.
'No one would ever know anyway' he had said, like they were talking about a walk in the park.
But it would still have been a betrayal, even if, he couldn't help but remember with a hint of bitterness, thanks to his lies Cleo was already convinced that he was cheating on her with another woman. . . so what difference would that make?
He twisted on the sheets, agitated; it was easy to think about it that way, it was the perfect excuse for... what?
Adam had slammed the back of his head into the brass headboard to clear his thoughts.
Todd had put him to the test because he knew that their time together was running out. . . a move maybe unfair, maybe understandable. . . perhaps Todd did not trust their plan to the very end, if he had proposed such a thing to him?
The blond had sighed, in the dark: it was all so damn complicated! If only there hadn't been Vernon, if he hadn't been married. . .
'The decision is up to you alone' but it wasn't true at all. . . or was it? He straightened out while a glimmer of light made its way into his mind.
The words he once read in a text at university, 'your perceptions will only become clear when you look into your soul' had unlocked something in his mind, giving him a sort of sudden epiphany.
He had stood up in silence, throwing the blankets to the side, opening the door to walk the few hundred meters that there was between his room and that of Todd.
The vampire hadn't bothered to lock himself up, but as expected he was awake too.
"I can't sleep," said the blonde, stopping by the edge of his bed.
"Yeah, me neither" a voice replied in the dark.
"Can I stay here?"
He heard Todd's unexpected pause before he said: "Sure. BUT" he had stopped him. ". . . I must warn you that I sleep naked."
Adam rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, followed by his boxers.
"All right." He had climbed onto the mattress, searching for Valentine's lips in the dark, finding the confirmation that had finally calmed the annoying buzz of his thoughts with that first, firm, contact.
There was the part of him that loved his wife and the part that right now needed Todd: both lived together in his body, merged into a single entity, one in perfect symbiosis with the other.
The vampire had only had a moment of uncertainty before responding to his passionate kiss with as much fervor, the big hands that ran on every inch of his skin making him shiver.
Adam in turn had explored the other man's shoulders and wide chest, and Todd was as firm and hard as steel, as was the swollen penis he had between his legs.
Following his instinct, Adam grabbed the tip between his fingers, starting to masturbate him, but he felt crushed almost immediately under the weight of Valentine, who had left a wet path of saliva all over his chest to his lower abdomen, where he had taken him quickly into his mouth.
Todd had sucked on his glans hard, pulling the foreskin back and repeatedly passing his tongue on the cut at the bottom before descending with consummate skill to the base.
Adam was puzzled by his obvious ability to give head, and when the other had caressed his scrotum with his fingertips he had come without even the time to warn him: Todd had however swallowed his load without the slightest protest or difficulty, kissing the inside of his thigh before going back to his mouth.
They rolled over again, studying each other. Adam had grown hard once more in a few minutes and Todd had given him another blowjob, if possible even better than the first one; he had sucked his tip without restraint and when he got back down on him he had moaned at the bottom of his throat a vibration that had spread all over Adam's penis, eliciting an orgasm so violent from him that even Todd had almost choked on his semen.
"I'm sorry" the blonde had wheezed while the other let him go with a guttural laugh.
"Hadn't happened to me in quite a long time!" The vampire had replied, kissing the inside of his buttocks.
"Oh, my God." Adam had felt invaded by his tongue, but had not stopped him, his whole body seemed to have entered the automatic pilot mode.
Todd had partly raised, licking the lower part of his stomach, his knotty fingers trying to insinuate more and more insistently between his buttocks. The tip of one index finger had breached and others had followed, it hurt but not so much that it prevented Adam from having a third erection.
"Have you ever fucked like this?" The vampire whispered in his ear.
"No. . ."
"Ok" the vampire had nodded, taking it slow, slipping it in a little at a time, and never in his life would Adam have imagined he would enjoy so much the heavy weight of a man like Todd Valentine on top of him.
Even if he hadn't gotten all the way inside, Todd had still fucked him as an expert, slamming into him from the front and even partly sideways to hurt him less, and when he came Adam had had to cling on his buttocks to prevent him from splitting him open, taken by too much enthusiasm. The exit had been more bothering than the entrance, but to be forgiven Todd had blowed him again, opening his mouth and holding his dick still on his tongue while he was coming, swallowing with gusto the little that had slipped out as if it had been the most delicious drink he had ever tasted.
"Fuck. . ." Adam had exhaled, completely drained, his ass aching and soggy.
"Definitely better than what I imagined" the vampire next to him commented, pulling the blonde closer to him.
They had made out in silence and tranquility, but Todd got turned on again, so Adam, unable to handle another round, had matured him with two hands watching him release his orgasm exalted after a few well-directed touches.
Once he made sure that Todd had returned completely to rest, he had cleaned him with a corner of the sheet, drying himself as well, before lying down, unable to keep his eyes open.
The last sensation he'd felt before sinking into sleep had been Todd's firm arms around him.