The Immortal Blood

Chapter 27

Adam had been woken up by the scent of freshly brewed coffee and grilled bacon: he had opened his eyes, lying in the bed half undone, still tired but definitely satisfied.
When he'd entered Todd's room, the night before, he had expected sex, maybe even good sex, but certainly not THAT kind of mind-blowing orgasm.
Which had been followed by many others. . . he'd sat down with a grimace, trying to balance himself on unsteady legs to reach the bathroom.
He usually preferred to shower, but that day he felt like he needed a nice hot bath: his muscles were sore and he was soaked in sweat.
He had passed in front of the mirror, taking a glimpse of himself, noticing the fresh marks that Todd had left on the bottom and inside of his buttocks, blushing slightly.
Adam had opened the tap, letting the water flow, slipping into the bathtub with an appreciative moan when it had hit the right temperature.
The pain had melted away as he washed himself automatically, his mind constantly wandering about Todd and those huge hands of his. . . his whole body was out of range, in fact, he found himself thinking, unable to refrain.
It was impossible to follow the rules with that man. . . he was a real tornado, even in bed, always ready to start over and never satisfied, even after the most exhausting climax.
Adam had started to shiver, so he had hurried to finish with his ablutions, paying attention only when he had passed the soap between his legs, jolting lightly. Once dry, he put on clean clothes, running down the stairs to see what the vampire had prepared for him for breakfast.
He found him by the stove, intent on buttering freshly roasted slices of toast.
"Good morning." Todd greeted him, stealing a quick glance in his general direction, before getting back to work. "Did I wake you up?"
"Wasn't the noise. The smell. . ." Adam had smiled at him, approaching to take the dish Todd was offering him. They had stared at one another for a few seconds; Adam had noticed that the brown of his eyes, in that light, revealed amber-green reflections.
Todd had leaned over to kiss him and he had intercepted him halfway through, his nose twitching for the vampire's pungent beard. He hadn't gotten used to ityet, even though that was perhaps the last of his problems. . . in any case, he had taken a mental note to shave his own later.
"How do you want your eggs?"
"Scrambled, please." He responded, sitting down more carefully than he had to.
"Are you all right?" Naturally Todd was watching him.
"Yes. . ." he had to hold back from replying with a sarcastic joke, it did not seem the most appropriate time, so he slipped half of the toasted slice into his mouth, chewing voraciously. He had underestimated his hunger: after that first taste, his stomach had noisily started to claim more food, making Valentine laugh.
"There's bacon if you want it. . . here." He had put in front of him a plate of steaming bacon with well-burnt edges, just as he liked it.
"Cool!" Adam had stabbed three pieces off in the air, swallowing them down with the rest of the bread.
"I wasn't sure you ate meat." Todd had been looking at him in the face with a smile.
"Yes, I don't think I could ever be a vegetarian. . . definitely a carnivore."
"I noticed. . ."
Adam had faltered, but the vampire had his back turned from him, his attention focused on the pan where he was cracking eggs. It wasn't just him, then, they were both circling the subject. . . he found himself staring at his wide arms and muscular butt even before he realized it. A few hours ago he'd called him an animal, but he'd actually been very attentive and careful. . . a bit too reckless during the first attempt, perhaps, which could be more than understandable, though, but for the rest. . .
"Your eggs." Todd had tumbled them directly onto his plate, cooked to perfection. "Salt?"
"No, thank you." Adam had resurfaced from his sordid thoughts, focusing on the meal. "You're really good at cooking," he changed the subject, while enjoying the tasty meal.
"I'm good at a lot of things." Todd had looked at him unequivocally from above his cup.
"Hm, so humble. . ." Adam smiled back at him, amused. ". . . and pig."
"Your fault, I already told you. . ."
"Stop it. I'm not that attractive."
"Eh, I wouldn't be so sure. . ."
Adam had raised an eyebrow. "When are you going to get the canisters?" He didn't like to touch that subject, absurdly after the night they had spent together, Vernon seemed like a distant problem. . . instead he was real, and very concrete.
"Soon. I should be able to get it done quickly, there's a gas station a few miles from here."
"Okay."
"I don't want to leave you alone for too long."
"Todd. . ." Adam had looked at the vampire, uncertain.
"Not because of the sex. I'm a little. . . I mean. . ."
It toook him a few seconds, but in the end Adam realized: Valentine was worried about him.
"Are you WORRIED?" He let it slip, incredulously.
"No. I. . ." the vampire had put his hands on his face, frustrated. "I don't know."
"Todd." The blonde had stood up to go and put his hands on the other one's wide shoulders. "Don't worry. We can do this, all right?"
"Sure. It's just that. . . It's a classic, you know, for once that things are finally going the right way. . ." he had interrupted himself, turning towards the window.
"Hey." Adam had taken Todd's face in his hands, to look him in the eye: his dark, freshly washed hair revealed reddish shadows in the light. Adam kissed him on the mouth with transport to convey him some of his own confidence: for some reason, he was certain that everything would go according to plan. "It'll be fine."
Todd responded to the kiss with his usual enthusiasm. When he let him go, he seemed more serene.
"I'll clear up. You're spoiling me too much. . ." Adam had started to remove the dirty cutlery and plates from the table, going towards the sink. He'd just had the time to put them inside that Valentine's solid presence had manifested itself behind him.
"Can I have breakfast too, now?" He whispered into the younger man's year, trapping him against the marble shelf. "I won't steal much from you."
"Ah, so that's why you cooked me all that food. . ." Adam had joked, leaning against that steel body. "All right. We both have to be strong, after all. . ." he had offered him his neck instead of his arm, that time.
Todd had sunk his teeth, barely hurting him, drinking a few mouthfuls before letting go.
Adam had held him back to kiss him open-mouthed, ignoring the taste of his own blood: he'd been turned on as soon as Todd had placed his hands on him and breathed roughly against his earcup, Hell, maybe he had gotten up already turned on that same morning, who knew, the last couple days he'd been having trouble recognizing himself. . . but he didn't care, he didn't care at all. The only thing that mattered at that moment were Todd's mighty arms, which were locking him in place and those long, knotty fingers, that ran to slip into the belt of his trousers, finding his not yet erect organ and holding it firmly at the base.
Adam had wimpered against his lips, ending up suffocated by Todd's tongue, while the free hand of the vampire lifted his shirt to go find and pinch a swollen nipple, making him completely go crazy. He helped him open the zipper, allowing his jeans and boxers to land on the ground.
Todd had started to jerk him off and all he could do was reciprocate, creeping blindly into his pants, and immediately finding the prize, as Valentine seemed not to use underwear at all, already hard and partly wet.
"Oh, God, fuck me." He'd moaned, unable to restrain his sudden urge.
"Are you sure?" Todd asked him, still opening his own pants.
"Yes." Adam had cut short, determined as he had never been in his life, except perhaps for a couple other times.
"Okay, wait. . ." Todd had tried to lift him and put him in a more comfortable position.
"No, give it to me here." Adam caught himself say in an almost extraneous tone, but at that stage, it hadn't bothered him much.
"Are you fucking serious?!" Todd had sounded both surprised and excited.
"Yes! Screw me against this fucking thing." He had leaned with his head against the cabinet door in front of him, waiting. With the tail of his eye, he had seen Todd use the butter next to the fridge in a totally inappropriate way. "What the. . . fuck. . . Oh, my God."
"Ah, shit, Adam. . ." Todd had rumbled behind him, forcing his gland between his buttocks. He had only entered when the blond had somehow managed to relax and offer less resistance. After some explorative thrusts, the vampire had begun to bang him vigorously, forcing him to hold onto the wall unit in front of his face so as not to smash his forehead against it. It burned a lot, especially at the sides, making him whine shamefully every time Todd scored. "Aah. . . aahh. . . Christ..."
"Too strong?"; The vampire had asked him, slowing down the pace.
"No, just try. . . try to. . . Oh, shit, yeah, right there!" Valentine had understood him on the fly and had rotated his hips with each blow, rubbing against Adam's prostate. He had let himself go completely, screwing him hard against the shelf, his arms two iron clamps that held Adam firmly in place while he sunk into him repeatedly, opening him in two. Adam had clung to his leg with his free hand, containing the thrusts just enough not to get crashed, moaning his name in a disjointed way.
Todd had grunted against the nape of his neck, apparently frustrated: "Fuck, I want to look at your face. . . " he had lifted Adam up and reversed him hard on the edge of the shelf, spreading his knees to mount him from the front. Adam clung to his forearms, looking for a form of balance.
"Fuck. . ." he had panted while the vampire hit him repeatedly in the right place.
"Do you like it?"
"Jesus."
"Can I come inside?; It was the first time Todd had ever asked him to.
Adam had stared at him in his dilated pupils, a thrill that descended all the way down his back. "Yes." He had told him, touching one side of his face.
Todd had nodded, beginning to lose control between one hit and another, pounding erratically before finally stiffening between Adam's thighs with a guttural noise. He had peaked in hot gushes with his face sunk into the boy's hair, pulling out satisfied after a few seconds of total silence.
Only then did he notice that Adam was still standing.
"Let me repay you the favour. . ." Todd had whispered him, lowering between his knees with a smile. He had taken Adam in his mouth and sucked greedily from the tip to the base, without ever taking his eyes off his for a second. He had vibrated again at the bottom of his throat, massaging his scrotum with his knuckles, climbing up to the slit when Adam had warned him a moment before depositing a substantial load on his tongue.
Todd hadn't bat a lash, swallowing with dedication the warm shots down to the last drop.
"Oh, fuck. . ." the blond had exhaled when the vampire finally let him go, covering his face with his hands.
"Yes, I agree."
Adam had looked at him as he cleaned the corners of his mouth with a smug countenance and helped him to slid off the furniture. "Ow. . . !"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. . . just a little. . . sore"
"My fault, I always lose control with you. . . but I made amends afterwards, right?"
Adam had laughed, clearly amused. "How modest!"
"Why, didn't I? I can go on, if it wasn't enough. . ."
The boy had felt an interested stir from his resting organ, but had shaken his head negatively. If he had accepted, he would certainly have ended up getting fucked again, and he was not sure that his body would be able to manage the consequences.
"Enough, Todd, you literally drained me."
"Mmm, really. . . ?" The vampire hadn't resigned, covering him with fiery open-mouthed kisses.
Adam hadn't replied, just looked into his dark eyes. They had been both staring at one other for a long time, continuing to tease each other until the game had slipped out of their hands again. They would've fucked on the floor hadn't Adam winced at the worst time.
"All right, even if it bothers me to admit it, I think we should stop. . ." Todd had let him go with a sigh.
"No! I can. . . "
"Adam." The vampire grabbed him by the chin. "Enough. I'd hurt you. . . and anyway, I have to get out. . . go and get some rest. I'll clean this mess up."
"Okay." The lawyer had risen unwillingly, heading naked to the stairs. "See you here before you leave?" He'd asked him, uncertain.
He didn't like the idea of leaving him that way.
"Sure." Todd seemed relieved at the idea, confirming to Adam that he had been right.
The lawyer had smiled at him, taking one last look at his handsome body before he disappeared upstairs.