Halloween 'surprise' story - male vampire x male character, Part Two (nsfw) (Patreon)

I'm really pleased that you enjoyed the first part, and were keen for more, despite it not being the one with the most votes in the end. Thanks for that! Anyway, here's more of our favourite oblivious dork Alec and his obviously-not-a-vampire crush... Part Three is now in the offing, despite this having been planned as a quick porn-without-plot one-shot, as it were. Oh well?!

Hope you enjoy. 

Part One 

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After  his initial - admittedly strange - meetings with Sebastien, Alec didn’t  see him on campus at all for the rest of the week, and he wasn’t quite  sure how he felt about that. Yes, the guy had been a bit of a pompous  arsehole in the library, but he’d made up for it by coming to the art  room and apologising, engaging him in conversation — even if that  conversation had been slightly… odd? — and being so god-damn-fucking  beautiful too.

He overheard his students gossiping about ‘Dr. Dulac’ earlier that afternoon while they all carved the pumpkins he’d  bought for them at the local supermarket, and it seemed that the general  consensus was that Sebastien was single, unfailingly polite (even in  the face of Janette Hilton, the English Department’s longest-serving and  least sympathetic lecturers), hotter than any celebrity you cared to  name, and a specialist in the poets of the First World War like Sassoon  and Brooke, among other more esoteric interests.

After  an hour of clock-watching in his tiny little office in the Art  Department on Friday, he abandoned all hope of concentrating on his last  few bits of admin, and shut down his laptop. After clearing up yet more  pumpkin seeds that he’d somehow missed on the last two sweeps he’d done  of the studio, he stepped outside, never wanting to see another bloody  thing again. Too bad he had a whole bloody cardboard box of them waiting  to go into the boot of Kay’s car for her party that night. Still, he  was almost sinfully proud of the carvings he’d done on them. One was  decorated the whole way around with the foliate style engravings usually  reserved for the steel on antique guns, with different depths to create  the highlights and shadows, and another particularly spherical one had  been cut away in squares to resemble the Death Star.

The  October air outside bit into his lungs as he drew a deep breath - the  spicy, fragrantly damp scents of autumn filling his nose - and his eye  was drawn to the twinkling lights of the little coffee cart that still  lingered in the park, selling tea, coffee, and hot chocolate to chilly  students leaving the university campus for the night. With a black  coffee for himself in one hand, he made his way to the Engineering  Department, warily holding another frothy concoction in his other. It  was apparently called a ‘London fog’ and it smelled of earl grey tea and  lavender. He thought it sounded (and smelled) disgusting, but Kay  perked right up when he deposited it on her desk five minutes later.

“Bless  you, Alec Twayblade,” she grinned, taking the plastic lid off and  inhaling it like it was the best thing she’d ever smelled. “Oh my god.  How can you not like this?” she said after taking a huge gulp and  moaning obscenely.

Alec  didn’t bother to reply, his eye-roll speaking volumes anyway. They’d  had this discussion so many times that they were both probably playing  it out silently in their heads right that second. When Kay glanced up  and saw that he certainly was, she snorted and grinned. “I love you,  Alec,” she laughed. “You’re still coming tonight?”

“Against  my better judgement,” he growled, leaning his weight on her desk and  folding his arms across his battered, blue cable knit sweater. He had a  huge daub of yellow paint on one elbow from that morning, and a small  burn hole in the bottom from a failed attempt at pyrography a few years  ago. It was the most comfortable jumper he owned, and he would probably  wear it until it unravelled around him.

“You’re still not going to wear a costume, are you?” she added as she stood, pouting.

He shook his head. “I draw the line at that.”

“But  you’d be so good making one!” she countered. “You helped me with that  bat costume when we were at high school… Don’t you remember how fucking  awesome it was?”

“I do,” he chuckled. “But I’m not going to wear one myself.”

She  sighed, shoulders slumping. “Too much attention, huh?” she said softly.  “Well, you know you’ll stand out more if you’re not wearing one  tonight…?”

He  shrugged. Honestly, he just couldn’t be bothered to dress up. Halloween  had rather lost its shine for him anyway. “Not if I hide in the kitchen  all night and make too-strong cocktails for everyone,” he said,  flashing her his most roguish grin. “Plus, I spent much of today carving  pumpkins with nattering eighteen year olds who are far too old to be carving pumpkins on academic time, but —”

“—  you’re an awesome teacher who understands the need to let off some  steam on the holidays,” she interjected. “Plus, it’s good practice  anyway… working with a new medium…”

He  allowed his lips to pinch upwards into a tiny smirk and let her have  that one. “It’s nice to see them having fun,” was all he said.

An  hour or so later, just as he arranged the last of the pumpkins down the  garden path of Kay's Victorian semi-detached house, a voice murmured  from behind him, “I can see the hand of a master at work in these  carvings.”

Not  having heard anyone approaching, Alec jumped, cursed, and dropped the  pumpkin - thankfully with the candle still unlit. It rolled in a  semicircle until a black boot gently stopped it, and a familiar face  dipped into view as the owner of the boot bent to pick it up. To his  surprise, it was Sebastien, and he was in costume. Probably anyway.  Hopefully? Fuck. Alec’s brain stalled at the sight of him.

His eyes raked up Sebastien’s body and his jaw went quite literally slack.

The slender man was wearing thigh-high boots  and leather pants so tight they had to have been spray-painted on, into  which was tucked a loose, old-fashioned, white shirt with a good bit of  flounce at the collar. “Holy shit,” he whispered, and Sebastien  chuckled softly, a low, amused sound in the back of his throat.

“You  recognise the costume?” he asked, seeming innocently amused. The long,  dark coat, accented with gold brocade and bright gold buttons, opened  briefly in a soft gust of wind that made the lit pumpkins flicker and  lifted his loose, silver-white hair back for a breath as well.

“I…” he swallowed. “Uh, you’re Alucard,” he croaked. “From the Castlevania games…” A wry incline of Sebastien’s head told him he was correct, and  then Alec blurted stupidly, “Shouldn’t you be shirtless though?”

Sebastien’s  smile grew from pleased to deeply amused, his eyes glittering, and it  was only then that Alec noticed the contacts burning a bright gold in  his eyes and, as his lips peeled back and Sebastien began to laugh, he  saw long, tapering, white canines befitting a vampire costume. “It’s a  little cold for that, don’t you think?” Sebastien asked, still laughing  quietly as Alec flushed crimson.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I know. I just… forget it.”

“Where do you want it?” Sebastien asked, and Alec’s poor brain went blank.

“What?”

“The pumpkin,” Sebastien deadpanned and Alec’s poor, blank brain melted out of his ears with embarrassment.

“Uh… there’s fine,” he said, pointing at the little wrought-iron garden gate.

Sebastien  placed the pumpkin down on the flagstone path so that the carved  graveyard scene glimmered and flickered with appropriate spookiness,  visible to anyone approaching along the quiet, suburban street. Enormous  London plane trees stood sentry every few paces, heaving up the tarmac  pavement with their roots, like a sleeper shifting a blanket with a  restless turn, and sheltering the cars snuggled and parked beneath them.  A carpet of leaves clung to the gutter in a long, golden line, melting  into nothing in places in the glittering puddles. It would have been  beautiful, had Alec not been faced with quite literally the most  beautiful thing in the entire universe.

“Am  I early then?” Sebastien asked, dusting off his palms and turning back  to face Alec, who had barely managed to make his legs work long enough  to stand up straight again.

He  shook his head. “No. Henry’s inside already,” he said, running his  fingers through his scruffy black hair. “With Rachel and Alison. I just  forgot to put the pumpkins out earlier.”

“No costume?”

With a roll of his eyes, he shook his head. “Nope.”

“Too  bad,” Sebastien said, eyeing the front door. The contacts were really  creepy, shifting in the light that spilled down the stairs as the front  door suddenly opened and Kay stepped out before he could worry that he’d  been the only one to dress up. He could probably brush it off anyway,  Alec supposed, and tried not to envy the man’s quiet confidence.

Silhouetted  starkly against the hall light, with her high ‘Dracula’ collar on  prominent display, Kay shrieked with glee and clapped her hands when she  saw Sebastien. Apparently the two of them had been getting along rather  well, while Alec had sequestered himself away in the Art Department  like an ascetic.

“Bastien!  You look amazing oh my god!” she blurted, rushing forwards a step or  two before halting abruptly. “Wait, does that make me your father for  the evening?” she cackled. “Wow, your teeth are really good! Mine  wouldn't stay in for more than a few minutes…”

Sebastien’s  gold eyes flickered sideways to Alec but it happened so briefly that he  almost missed it. “Custom made a long time ago,” was all he said.  “Shall we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”

“Yes,  of course, come on in,” she said, waving them all inside, Sebastien  first. As Alec passed her last, she slapped him hard on the backside in  rebuke and hissed, “Told you you should have worn a costume! You look like a big dumbo!”

“No  different from any other night,” he quipped back, and she growled  something indistinct at him. Perhaps a werewolf costume would have  suited her better. “You could have told me you’d invited Dulac…”

“Why?” she retorted. “So you could suddenly decide that an evening moping alone with your PS4  playing Rocket League with strangers was more appealing? No fucking chance. Get inside. Sebastien’s right; I’m freezing my tits off.”

The  distant murmur of voices in the living room made him veer off  instinctively into the kitchen, and while they began to watch some old  Hammer horror film, he made drinks. That, at least, he was good at.

Entering  a while later, he found that Sebastien was seated on the sofa beside  Henry, who wore an enormously fluffy wolfman costume - mostly a  repurposed Chewbacca onesie with a latex wolf mask. He’d pushed the mask  up onto his head in order to eat the Halloween themed nibbles on the  coffee table, and the effect rendered him entirely ridiculous. Another  reason not to wear a costume: it’s impractical, and gets in the way, and  washing ketchup out of matted fake fur is a nightmare. Alison and  Rachel sat practically in each other’s laps, one a zombie and the other a  ghost, both squeezed into one groaning old armchair.

After  half an hour of Christopher Lee’s admittedly creepy Dracula, Alec slid  from his seat at the periphery, and ducked out again into the kitchen.  Straightening from fishing a beer from the back of the fridge, he heard  the soft click of the door and turned to find Sebastien standing there.

“Get bored with late 1950’s horror too?” Alec asked. “Beer?”

Sebastien  inclined his head in a way that said he wasn’t a beer drinker and held  up his almost-empty wineglass as an excuse as he moved a little closer.  “If you don’t like cheesy horror films, and you don’t seem to like  Halloween either, I wonder why you came at all tonight?”

“For Kay,” he said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “She loves this shit.”

At  that, Sebastien paused, a delicate smile on his face. In the soft glow  of the under-cupboard lighting, his tanned skin seemed to shimmer, and  Alec wondered fleetingly if he’d put some kind of glittery body powder  on. Next, he wondered what on earth Sebastien was doing in here with  him, looking at him like that.

“You are a good friend,” Sebastien said quietly, seeming perhaps a little sad around the edges.

“She’s  done more than her fair share of looking after me,” Alec sighed  knowingly. “Not that I’m doing it because I owe her,” he added, twisting  the cap off the bottle and leaning back against the counter to drink  deeply from it. As the malty froth washed over his tongue, he felt eyes  on him and looked over at the other man.

Sebastien  tilted his head slightly to the side, the false golden light in his  eyes making him look like a cat in the dark. “You said she was trying to  set you up with someone…”

Alec snorted, nearly shooting beer out of his nose. “Yeah. Well, she seems to think a good fuck will sort my mood out.”

“But you think otherwise?”

“You  offering?” he asked bitterly, taking another swig and feeling  uncharacteristically bold, though absolutely not expecting the answer he  got.

“Perhaps.”

His eyebrows shot up and this time he did cough a little. “You can’t be serious.”

“You  think someone who looks like me is entirely straight?” he asked with a  wry smile, and Alec had to hand it to him. Not many men he knew could  pull of long, luscious, white-blond hair like that, or would have the  confidence to wear fucking thigh-high boots and whisper-tight leather pants…

“Still… you don’t really know me… That’s all I meant…”

“Doesn't  mean one couldn’t engage in — how did you call it? — ‘a good fuck’. Not  that I’m averse to getting to know you better, before or after.”

Alec swallowed another enormous gulp of frothing beer and blinked. “You’re serious?”

With a melodramatic smile that revealed his vampire teeth clearly, ‘Alucard’ purred, “Deadly.”

And  Alec burst out laughing. The spell was shattered and the two men shared  the remnants of their drinks and their laughter together before Alec  sighed. “Your place or mine?”

At  that, Sebastien seemed to falter, as if he hadn’t thought through to  that point. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “I assume yours would  be alright?”

Alec  shrugged. “Sure, if you don’t mind smacking your head on the ceiling  and being able to touch two opposite walls at the same time…”

Sebastien’s lips hitched into another wry smile. “I’ve fucked in tighter spaces, I’m sure.”

“You  know what?” Alec said as he rinsed out the beer bottle at the sink and  half-turned to look at the other man over his shoulder. “You’re  absolutely not what I expected.”

“Nor were you,” he shot back, still smirking. “And it’s been a while since I was assaulted by someone in a library.”

“Bring back happy memories, did it?” he snorted.

“Not  exactly,” Sebastien murmured, and Alec realised he hadn’t actually been  joking. “But I must confess that — despite my behaviour — I was  pleasantly surprised by the sight of you when you rounded that  bookshelf…”

Turning,  Alec approached him cautiously. If he was genuinely serious about his  proposal, Alec would find out now. “Pleased enough to seek me out  afterwards…” he said, raising his eyebrows. He couldn’t do that ‘one  brow at a time’ thing that Sebastien could, but it seemed to get his  tone across all the same.

Unusually  for Alec, Sebastien had an inch or two on him in height, and as Alec  paused in front of him, close enough to catch the faintest hint of a  woody cologne, the man angled his face just perfectly for the light to  dance along his high cheekbones. Fuck, he was exquisite. The urge to  kiss him rose in Alec; to feel his lips against his own, to have those  elegant hands scrunch his hair…

As  if reading his mind, Sebastien slowly, carefully, raised his right hand  and brought his index finger to Alec’s chin, tilting it upwards just a  fraction with the lightest pressure. The intensity in his eyes was  almost too much, and it left Alec breathless. Again. Panting slightly,  he parted his lips and then swallowed thickly.

Sebastien’s  eyes darted instantly to the motion of his throat and for a second,  Alec could have sworn he saw a vibrant red light reflected in his eyes.  Sensing his moment of hesitation, of tension, Sebastian frowned. “What?”

“Nothing,” Alec breathed. “I thought your eyes went red but it must have been a car on the street outside or something.”

“Indeed,” he murmured, but then blinked rapidly. “Do you still wish to continue this?”

“Yes,” he whispered. Don't stop now. His whole body was thrumming in a way it hadn’t ever before with casual encounters. He felt alive for the first time in months.

Sebastien stepped back, turning his face away a little more. “Should we make our excuses…?”

Alec  shook his head. “Nah, Kay will know what’s going on anyway, and I don’t  want to face her smug looks until tomorrow at the least.”

With  a softly amused chuckle, Sebastien stepped back and allowed Alec to  leave the room first. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as the  other man followed behind, but he didn't turn around or look at him  until they were outside on the main street.

“It’s  a bit of a walk…” Alec said, only realising then how long the walk  would be. “I’m way over on the other side of town by the station…”

The  continuing intensity of Sebastien’s scrutiny was beginning to shift  from a turn-on to just marginally unnerving, but he told himself that an  esteemed professor at one of the country’s finest universities, with  more letters after his name than anyone his age had a right to possess,  was unlikely to be truly dangerous for a one-night stand… right? There  was something about the way he stared at Alec — an unmistakable hunger  in his eyes — that made his skin prickle and his heartbeat jump  instinctively. Like a deer before the gaze of a tiger, he was entranced.

Unexpectedly,  Sebastien’s easy stride slowed at the brick gateway to a small, gravel  park that sat between an old church and a chemist, the latter closed at  this time of night. “May I kiss you?” he breathed, still gazing at him  unblinkingly, as though Alec were the pretty one in this equation, not  him.

Alec  couldn’t help grinning. The way Sebastien’s eyes bored into him then  drove all thought of threat and fear from his mind, and he nodded.

The  man’s hands were chilly from the night air, but the moment they cupped  his jaw and drew Alec toward him, he forgot about that. He forgot about  everything at the meeting of their lips. Sebastien began tentatively,  merely brushing their lips together, but when his golden eyes fluttered  closed, he deepened the gesture, tongue just begging entrance, teasing  him before withdrawing, retreating and returning.

Searing  want shot down Alec’s spine and he arched into Sebastien’s taller body,  hips seeking contact through his jeans. He moaned, deep and guttural,  and it seemed to awaken something in Sebastien, because the man grabbed  hold of the back of Alec’s hair and pulled his head slightly to one side  to begin to kiss along his jawline, down to wards his neck. For a heartbeat, Sebastien froze there, nose pressed to his  rabbiting pulse point, his teeth just grazing skin, before he exhaled  harshly and stepped back. “We shouldn’t get carried away,” was all he  whispered, stepping slightly out of Alec’s dazed field of view. “My  place is nearer though.”

“Ok,” Alec said, still reeling. “Sure.”

When they reached the apartment building, his steps faltered in amazement. “You live… here?”

A  slight flush seemed to warm Sebastien’s cheeks as he stepped up to the  main doorway, only to have it opened from the other side by a man in  livery. “Good evening, Monsieur Dulac,” said the friendly doorman  instantly.

“Good evening,” he replied. “This is my friend, Alec Twayblade.”

It  was impossible for the doorman not to realise that his ‘friend, Alec  Twayblade’ was going to be a little more than that for the night, but he  never let a flicker of judgement pass across his face. From the  concierge desk - Sebastien’s building had a fucking concierge desk too -  another man looked up and wished them both a good evening as they  headed for the lifts.

“Does  the English department also sell diamonds or drugs or something? How  the fuck can you afford a place like this on a lecturer’s salary?” but  even as he said it and the doors closed with a soft chime, he realised  the truth of it. Sebastien’s aristocratic features and bearing were not  merely a persona. They were truth. He stared up at him while Sebastien  turned a key in the lift panel.

“Are you secretly royalty or something?” he whispered, only half joking.

The  man shot him an amused look and shook his head, silk-white hair  whispering against the rougher wool of his costume coat. “No, of course  not, but I do have some inherited wealth.”

Some? “So you don’t actually have to work at the university at all then?”

He made a so-so motion of his head and said, “No, not really, but I genuinely enjoy teaching.”

“Your students certainly seem to enjoy you…”

“You don’t enjoy teaching?” he asked as the numbers on the dial climbed and climbed.

Please don’t say you live in the fucking penthouse too, Alec  thought, already suspecting it might be true from the whole ‘special  access key’. He glanced at the number pad and saw that the button  labelled ‘PH’ was illuminated. Fuck. “Most days I enjoy it,” he admitted. “But I kind of fell into it a while back and just sort of…” he shrugged, “Stuck with it.”

Sebastien  asked no more, and the lift finally stopped on the top floor. The doors  drew back to reveal an apartment beyond that Alec could only gawp at.  It was like something from the set of an Architectural Digest photo  shoot. Nothing was out of place in the hardwood floor paradise, with  clean, crisp lines and white marble counter tops in the kitchen off to  his left, while a comfortable, and yet still clinically modern, sitting  area sat to their right. Deep, fluffy rugs dotted that part of the  penthouse, and a wide balcony stretched out over the city beyond,  complete with a little table and chairs for warmer evenings.

“This place is incredible,” Alec breathed, the reason for his even being here completely forgotten.

Clearly sensing that, Sebastien smiled bashfully and said, “Would you like something to drink?”

Alec  cleared his throat and hoped he wasn’t going to be faced with a choice  between very expensive wines that he’d never heard of. “Sure… thanks.”

“White,  red, beer, or whisky?” he asked, walking towards the kitchen and  dumping his ‘Alucard’ coat over the back of a white sofa as he went.  Alec’s mouth went dry as he watched the point where his narrow hips met  the flowing material of the white shirt. Dear god, an arse like that  shouldn’t be… well, it just shouldn’t be.  And yet there it was. Clad in leather and looking positively  delectable. “Or a soft drink?” he added when Alec remained silent.

Aware  of where his gaze had landed, Sebastien halted and looked back over his  shoulder, long, loose, naturally straight hair already losing the curls  that had been worked into it for the Alucard costume. Definitely not  straight, if he owned hair curlers.

“Uh…” Alec said, unsure what the question had even been now.

“I’m going to pour myself a whisky, if that helps…?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Sebastien smiled, looking almost endeared by Alec’s inept stuttering. Surely he couldn’t be unused to such a reaction? “Make yourself at home then.”

With  a smoky, peat-tinged whisky in a wide, heavy-bottomed tumbler set on  his glass coffee table, Alec watched Sebastien turn the gas fire on,  and, to his surprise, he came to a halt directly in front of him.  Setting his own whisky down on the table with a deliberate, and yet  delicate, clunk, Sebastien turned back to him and raked his eyes down  Alec’s body in a way that made him flush hot all over. His cock twitched  with interest and he tried not to preen under that gaze.

Sebastien’s  eyes and teeth were back to normal now, with no hint of the golden  contacts or the vampire fangs, and Alec fleetingly assumed that he must  have removed them at some point between getting the whisky and appearing  in front of him looking like he was about to ravish him. Oh dear god, please let him be about to ravish me, he thought with a big, dumb grin spreading across his face.

Seeing  his reaction, Sebastien reached down and knelt facing him on the sofa,  running his palm over the already-growing bulge in Alec’s jeans. Alec  let out a deep grunt and rocked his hips up into the contact, throwing  his head back against the soft, open weave of the white fabric. “Oh  fuck,” he hissed.

Sebastien’s  fingers found the button of his jeans and deftly undid it, but he  paused. “May I?” he asked, and Alec found himself nodding before he’d  even worked out what Sebastien wanted.

He  found out a moment later, when his jeans were around his ankles and  Sebastien was kneeling on the floor between his knees and licking a long  stripe up the length of his rapidly hardening cock.

“Oh  god,” he panted as the wet heat of Sebastien’s mouth engulfed half of  his length and then drew back to leave his wet tip exposed to the slight  chill of the apartment air. The contrast stole his breath for a  heartbeat, but Sebastien returned his attentions to his cock, gently  sucking and working him to full hardness in a matter of minutes.

Pleasure  sparked through Alec’s whole body and he strained not to thrust back  into Sebastien’s mouth, even as Sebastien took him right to the back of  his throat, the tip of Alec’s cock nudging against the silky resistance  of his throat.

“Fuck,  fuck, fuck…” he chanted as Sebastien’s fingertips just teased and  caressed the underside of his balls too, and Sebastien hollowed his  cheeks and sucked a little more insistently. “Oh fuck…” Really fucking eloquent here, Alec, he thought vaguely, but one look down at the vision kneeling between his legs and sucking him off drove even that thought from his brain.

The  suck and slide of Sebastien’s mouth was incredible, and while he had no  idea quite how much time passed, it felt like mere seconds as the heat  stoked in him until he could feel the orgasm threatening to crash  through him. “I’m… I’m really close…” he gasped as Sebastien moaned  against his cock, sending little vibrations thrumming through him and  tipping him even closer. The sharp prick of his teeth every now and  again was a perfect counterpoint to the slick heat of his mouth, and it  was never enough to hurt. Normally Alec wasn’t one for including teeth  in this, but with Sebastien, it felt perfect.

Sebastien  pulled back just as Alec felt himself beginning to coil up, his lips  swollen and glistening from the exertion of bringing him that close, and  he smiled. He looked radiant, and Alec’s cock twitched enthusiastically  in his hands as he let out a soft whimper. The air was cold and his tip  beaded pre-come freely, which Sebastien thumbed away with a  surprisingly tender gesture, only to watch as more pearled immediately  at his slit. Using just the tip of his tongue, Sebastien lapped at it  delicately and Alec’s whole body shuddered.

His  thighs shook at the tiny, intense stimulation, with Sebastien's fingers  gripping the base of his cock in a tight circle, and he gasped, chest  heaving. It was too much and not enough, and as he found his perineum  teased as well, he bellowed and trembled. He was half a heartbeat away  from coming harder than he could ever remember coming in his life, and  Sebastien wasn’t going to let him have it. He roared and ground his  teeth, bucking his hips, which made Sebastien laugh softly.

“Alright,” he heard him murmur, before he swallowed him down to the back of his throat again, and Alec shattered with a yell.

When  he finally blinked his eyes open, he found that Sebastien had risen and  was sitting on the small sofa beside him, whisky in hand, staring  openly at him. He didn’t look smug exactly, but there was a quiet  satisfaction to his brown eyes that made Alec flush, at which  Sebastien’s beautiful lips drew back into a smile. He noted again those  slightly larger canines, but they were nothing like the vampire teeth he  had worn earlier.

“What do you want?” Alec asked, voice hoarse. God, he sounded wrecked. Had he really shouted so hard he’d made his throat sore?

Sebastien’s dolorous, dark eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. “What do you want?”

“To watch you come,” he said immediately.

“And how would you like me to come?” Sebastien replied, sipping nonchalantly at the golden liquor as if the were discussing what Alec would like Sebastien to wear. As it was, his  leather pants were constricting his obvious hard-on in a way that had to  be painful for him, and his shirt was open at the neck to reveal  delicate collarbones and a glimpse of his beautiful olive skinned chest.

He  was an absolute vision. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he blurted in a  whisper before he could stop himself, and to his surprise, Sebastien  laughed. The sound was bright, delighted, and oddly self-conscious, as  if he hadn’t been expecting a compliment like that. “Sorry,” he added,  looking away. “Look… if you’ve got condoms, I’m… I’m good to… you know…”

“You want me to fuck you?” Sebastien asked, his gaze sharpening again.

“Yes?”

“’Yes?’ Or ‘yes’…?” Sebastien asked, seeking clarification.

“Yes. But I don't understand your question.”

“Look at me,” Sebastien said.

“Hard not to…” Alec quipped back, still feeling utterly wrung out.

“Most people assume I’m going to be the one taking it…”

Alec’s eyebrows rose as realisation settled. “Oh. And, what, I look like a top?”

Sebastien’s lips twitched. “Conventionally more so than I do, with your rugged looks and the rough shadow around your jaw…”

“So…  do you want me to… you know…? Or…” Fuck, he felt like a teenager again,  struggling to articulate himself and not get his sentences in a tangle  while this breathtaking creature just sat there and watched him make an idiot out of himself.

“I very much want to fuck you,” Sebastien said at last. “If you’d like that as well.”

“Yes,” he said instantly.

Sebastien set down his glass and rose in a single, elegant motion, and then held his hand out to Alec.

His  skin was still cool, especially next to Alec’s searing body, and his  hold was steady as Alec heaved himself to his feet and allowed himself  to be alternately tugged and kissed into the bedroom.

To  be continued… again… Behold, plot has appeared to go with the Halloween  porn I had planned. Alec’s family will come up in the next chapter.

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