Sweet Blood (boyxboy)

Chapter 11: First bite

"John, what the hell are you?"
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A few weeks pass and things between John and Toby are going well. Slow, but well.

John had found a way to keep control of himself by ensuring he had a bag of blood just before visiting Toby and restricting anything physical to just kissing, though he wanted to take things further, of course he did. He was still working on how to safely make that happen.

Toby was under the assumption that he was John's first male encounter and that John was just shy. He was doing his best to be patient with John, but he was getting restless. Toby selfishly wanted more from him. He'd tried on a couple of occasions to move things on a little, but John had shut him down, claiming he 'wasn't ready!'

Today though, things would be different. Toby had decided to surprise John at work. He makes his way into the garage, seeing no one around. Only the sound of the radio playing on the quiet. With it being lunch time, Toby wonders if everyone had gone out for lunch, but surely they wouldn't have left the garage unlocked like this.

John is oblivious to anyone entering the garage. Shawn had gone out to fetch a sandwich and John was taking a moment to have his blood intake before seeing Toby at the library.

John opens the fridge door in the small staff room out the back of the garage and is about to pull out a bag when he smells a strong familiar aroma. He then hears a "Hey!"

John slams the fridge door shut, to see Toby stood just shy of it. "Toby!" John says in complete surprise.

"Wow! You really do seem surprised to see me!" Toby chuckles.

"Yeah...a complete surprise!" John says, trying to sound pleased. Inside though, he is panicking. He's not taken any blood as yet, having just been interrupted and Toby seems extra potent. John can't even look Toby in the eyes. The pull is too overwhelming.

Toby, oblivious to the sensations John is going through, steps closer to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "I couldn't wait." Toby grins and kisses John on the lips.

John knows he has to pull away but he is caught at a weak point. He finds himself attacking Toby's lips as if hungry. Well in reality he's thirsty. Toby moans into the kiss. "Mmmm... I... should... surprise.... you.... more.... often!"

John pushes Toby against the door of the fridge, pulling at his coat. Toby shakes it off. Still lip locked, John is now trying to pull apart Toby's shirt, wasting no time in undoing the buttons, but pulling roughly, the buttons popping off the shirt and falling onto the floor. They are both breathing heavily. Toby working his hands under John's sweater.

John can feel Toby's arousal rising and breaths it in as he begins to rut against Toby. John is now lost in the moment. His vampire self beginning to take over. He begins to move away from Toby's lips, moving towards Toby's neck. John starts to suck and lick the area above the jugular, with moans of appreciation leaving Toby's lips.

Without warning, John pushes a hand down the front of Toby's pants. He feels Toby, all hard in his grasp and begins to stroke him.  "J...John! What's come over you?" Toby moans.

John doesn't speak. His mind is elsewhere, his vampire self now in full control. His eyes slowly turn red, his teeth elongate. John licks Toby's neck one last time before he sinks his teeth in. He starts to suck Toby's warm sweet blood as he jerks him off.

"Ahh fuck!" Toby moans, feeling that something is going on but the pleasure overriding.

John now moans. Toby's blood is the best he has ever tasted. So rich, so sweet.

"J...John...I'm gonna...!" Toby pants under his breath.

"Come for me!" Johm moans, desiring the bloodlust being supplied in spades.

Toby comes on command. "Ahh...ahhh" he pants, John drinking and drinking. "John...I feel dizzy!" Toby mumbles under a breathless moan, but John is unable to stop, the taste too good, until....

"John!...what the fuck!" Shawn is stood in the doorway.  A chicken wrap in one hand. Shawn, in shock at what he seeing. John snaps his head around to Shawn, staring at him with bloodred eyes, long fangs and blood trickling from his mouth.

Shawn's eyes widen. "GET AWAY!" He shouts at John. John blinks a couple of times before regaining a sense of reality, realising just what he has done. He suddenly pushes Toby hard against the fridge and rushes out the door past Shawn, leaving Toby in a hazy state of confusion.

"I...I don't feel well!" Toby stammers, lazily stumbling to the grubby couch in the small room, sitting upon it.

Shawn looks at the guy, then spots the the blood trickling down Toby's neck. "You...shit! You're bleeding!" Shawn runs to the first aid box on the shelf, grabbing a pack of gauze. He dashes back to Toby and places it on his neck. "Here, hold this in place." He suggests. Toby puts his hand over the gauze, still in a confused state of mind. What the hell just happened. Why is he bleeding?

Toby closes his eyes, trying to regain focus. Shawn sits next to Toby on the couch, leaning forward, looking at him with concern. "How are you feeling?"

Toby opens his eyes, looking over at Shawn. He didn't actually know where to start. He had just been caught in a compromising situation. Toby was well aware of his wet crotch, but now he had an injury! "I need to get back to work!" Toby utters under a low breath.

"Dude! You need to go home, or a hospital!" Shawn says forcibly. "Here let me check." Shawn removes Toby's hand from the gauze pulling it away from the wound. Shawn can see the bite mark left by John. Thankfully it has started to congeal. Shawn grabs more gauze from the first aid box and covers over the puncture marks, securing it with tape.

Shawn knew full well what John was, what he could be capable of, but had never seen him in action. He wondered what this guy knew. It looked like very little from his and John's reactions. "Your neck should be ok now. It's stopped bleeding at least.

"Thank you" Toby tries to smile. "I should go. Toby goes to get up, but stumbles slightly, still feeling a little light headed.

"Steady there! I got you!" Shawn holds out his hands to catch Toby's arms. "Let me drop you home." Toby nods. Shawn helps Toby into the passenger seat of his Ford focus. "I'm Shawn by the way!" He says as he does up Toby's seat belt for him.

"Toby" Toby replies.

"Ok Toby... where do you live?"

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Toby enters his apartment. He still feels in a weird state. He pulls out his phone. No word from John. He makes a quick call to the library, saying he won't be in this afternoon, making up some excuse about a headache. Though he actually does feel a little light headed still.

Toby heads to his room and changes his pants and trousers, pulling on some pyjama pants instead. Then he heads for the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror, spotting the rather large rectangular gauze on his neck. What the hell did he cut himself on? Toby starts to pull at the edge of the tape, it pulls at his skin, causing him to wince, but slowly he carries on. Toby closes his eyes until the gauze is off completely. Only then, does he open them again.

He looks at his reflection at the sight where the blood had stemmed from and he sees it. Two marks. Bite marks. He runs his fingers over them and flinches at their sensitivity and he knows. John did this.

"John...what the hell are you?"