THE TASTE OF BLOOD

CHAPTER FOUR. SAY DAYS AGO. Light, sexual little inconsistencies bounce from Frank's tongue as his mouth opens into a whorish 'O'. He moans as his eyes roll backwards, his neck twisting and turning as I try to hold his head steady. My teeth have punctured his glistening skin, leaving his blood to pour into my mouth. Experienced, I manage to restrain any temptation to sink further into his throat. The sweet flavor that seeps into my taste buds also encourages my to suck harder and drain him dry, but I manage to limit myself to small sips as my tongue flicks around the small wound captured between my lips. "This feels so good," he groans, his jaw glistening with sweat as he speaks. "I could do this all day, let you drink every fucking drop..." with each second that passes by, his face noticeably grows paler and paler, flushing away any hint of color into non-existence. I take this as a warning, and close my eyes as I swallow my last mouthful. "Please, no don't... don't stop, fuck I need this, I need this so bad, uh..." Frank's complaints as I draw myself away only make me want to tuck my head back in, but instead I wipe a hand across my mouth and stand up. Looking down at him, I smile. He's writhing pathetically in his own filth, biting down on his lip as he tries to remain still. "You don't get to leave," I tell him, waiting for his head to nod feebly. "You're mine now, Frank," when he doesn't answer, I drop to my knees. "Who do you belong to?" I growl, relishing in the feeling of dominance over someone who can barely fight back, who is willing to give themself to me. "I-I don't know your name," Frank's voice is unsure of itself. I purse my lips, realizing in clear detail that this boy has no idea if he is ready for this. He doesn't know if he wants to be here. "Gerard," I grunt. "Now, who do you belong to?" Frank gulps. "Answer me, you little bitch," with a snarl, I slap him hard across the face. Blood smears are left smudged across his porcelain skin. For a moment, the younger boy appears stunned. Then, with a set determination in them, his eyes meet mine. "You Gerard, I belong to you," "Good boy," I smile, then stroke a finger against his raw cheek. "I don't want to hurt you like that again, Frank. Don't disappoint me or I'll have to. Now clean yourself up, we're going out for dinner," with harsh, but needed words hanging in the air, I stand up again before glancing in the mirror. All I do is smirk at myself, marvelling at my rouged lips before exiting the room. The moment I hear the door click behind me, I sink to the floor. It's been nearly five years since I last had a whore in my apartment, and already this boy is tending to needs of mine that Eliza couldn't even attempt to meet. Being a vampire, she couldn't do much more than tend to me sexually, and I eventually grew bored. I don't know how many times I visited the whore house after that, but nobody interested me. All of them were beautiful. Each girl was unique and had talent, but no matter how flawless they were, I always said no. Maybe my brother is right. Maybe my interests do lie elsewhere. With that thought in my mind, I close my eyes and hone my senses in on Frank. He's still sprawled out in there, his breathing ragged as he moans softly. I hear the sound of his zipper being tugged down, and his sigh of relief as his hand comes into contact with his hard erection also reaches my ears with a delicate tendency to it. The small noises of him spitting into his spare hand and lubricating his dick make me gulp, unsure of what to do with myself. It's now that I quickly snap my attention away from the human, and my eyes open is confusion and horror.

There is a fifteen year old boy sat in my bathroom, bleeding to death as he touches himself. This is illegal. Very fucking illegal. For the next few seconds, my mind races with troubled thoughts, wondering if I can still kick the boy out and just return to normal. Throwing him back out on the street would be easy, but with no money and no where to go, blood is going to be impossible to come by. My best option is to keep him; make use of him. I can do whatever I like to him and he is perfectly willing to submit himself. I'm trembling slightly, the realization of what I've done finally sinking in. However bad I try to tell myself I have fucked up however, the more I wake up to a single fact: this is what I need.

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