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Go back to sleep, and stop worrying
.

 

Oh, for cripes sake, he'd caught me. When would I ever get used to him living in my head. I didn't mind it really. It was kinda nice in its own bizarre little way.

Bizarre
?
Sorry ... You won't leave without me, will you
?
No
.
Okay, goodnight.

I tried hard to go back to sleep, but the psychic thing had me and wouldn't let me rest. He must have decided to let me work it out, however, as I didn't receive any more mental prodding from you-know-who.

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The exchange of blood had already heightened some of my senses, which was great when Marcus and I were having sex.

Everything seemed so much more
sensory
, somehow. The feel of his hands on my skin, the touch of his lips, the scent of him. All that had intensified since our mutual bloodsucking. I supposed it had always been that way for him, and I grew hard, thinking that at our first time, he had been inflamed by his extra-sensory exploration of me. My skin, my lips, my scent, all burning him up. Yeah!

"Get a grip," I muttered into my pillow, resisting the temptation to start stroking myself. I'd save it all for him.

It was the numinous part of the psychic experience Marcus seemed to be interested in. He had said I was intuitive, but my intuition about Andorra had been wrong. Not
wrong
, really, just misdirected. She, herself, admitted that she was cold and bitter—characteristics I had picked up on, but without the reasons behind them. Now, my intuition told me she was also arrogant and headstrong. I worried about that.

Could it be that those bold attributes would lead her and Marcus into a dangerous situation they had not foreseen and could not escape?

I heard the bedroom door open, and someone entered the room. I tried to raise my head to see. Things were getting fuzzy. The harder I tried to stay awake, the heavier my eyelids became. I had a distant awareness of Marcus's gentle voice lulling me to sleep, his arms about me, lifting me from the bed ... and then, nothing at all.

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"Wakey, wakey!"

That ridiculous voice in my ear made me sit bolt upright in bed, rubbing my eyes and looking about me for the source of this annoyance. A lanky frame with tousled hair and thick eyebrows came slowly into focus.

"Tony?"
"
Si, signor
, I breeng you coffee. Please to wake up."
I looked around the unfamiliar room. "Where are we?"
"We are in
Roma, signor. Roma, la magnifica
!"
"We're in Rome?" I gasped. "But ... how...?"
"By vampire-air, that's how. In the middle of the night.
Our carriers are now sound asleep."
I fell back on the pillow. "I don't believe this," I groaned.
"How do you cope?"
"You get used to it," he said, pushing a cup of coffee under my nose. "Here, drink this. It'll make things clearer."
I sat up again, taking the coffee cup from him with a muttered thank you. It was delicious. "Wow, did you make this?" "Sure did. Practice makes perfect. I've had almost a hundred years of it."
"Whose place is this?" I asked.
"Andorra's. Marcus felt the terrible two might try a raid on his villa. Andy's is harder to get to. If you look out the window you'll see what I mean." I slipped out of bed and padded over to the window for a look-see. I could see nothing but clouds. What she do? Build this sucker in the sky? "See what I mean? We're higher than the Empire State."
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"But vampires can fly."

"Gregory can't, and we're so far up this mountain, he couldn't climb it, either. Gregory's a mess," Tony said, sitting on the edge of my bed. "He is one ugly dude and a trifle ungainly."

"You've seen him?"
"Oh, yes." He fell quiet, and I had a feeling he didn't want to talk about Gregory anymore.
"I thought the catacombs were where they were going to meet," I said, to change the subject.
"Yeah, that's the plan, but you can't trust either of those two. They're likely to come crashing in anytime, waving their fangs and claws about." "Shouldn't we be on the lookout then?" I asked, getting nervous.
Tony chuckled. "Relax. Look at that sunshine out there."
"Oh, right. Silly of me."
He gripped my shoulder. "Don't worry. They'll be all right.
They have to be. There's no way Andorra can go down to those two—nor Marcus. He's too powerful."
"Yet, you're worried," I said, looking him in the eyes.

His shoulders drooped, and he nodded. "A part of me always is. As much as I love my life with Andorra, I know my existence depends solely on hers. If anything ever happened to her, I'd be dead in a matter of days. Without her blood, I would age in the blink of an eye. I'm a hundred and twenty-six years old. What d'you think I'd look like if the life she gives me was cut off? You don't have to worry about that yet, 165

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and not for a long time. If anything happened to Marcus, you'd still have a lifetime before you."
A lifetime before me without Marcus? I didn't even want to think about that. Surely, we hadn't met to be parted so soon. I refused to believe that and hastily put it from my mind.
"Like you said earlier, Tony. Everything's going to be all right."

* * * *

We let our lovers sleep until just before sunset, then I went to Marcus's room and let myself in. I could see him, by the faint light of a guttering candle by his bed. He was lying on his back, his hands resting on his chest, his lips slightly parted, breathing evenly and gently. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down on him, at his fine-boned face, framed by his dark curls, and my heart ached with love for him. I leaned forward, kissing his lips then smiling against his mouth as I felt his hand cup the back of my head and hold me there.

"Hello." His tongue was sweet on mine. No morning breath—or should I say, late-afternoon breath from this guy!
"Hi," I murmured. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm..." His powerful body stretched under me, then with the one quick motion that I never saw, no matter how many times he performed this sleight of hand, I was naked and pressed against his hard, thrilling flesh.

"I had a dream," he said softly. "Of you and me ... and the promise that it would come true."
"Hasn't it?" I asked, snuggling into his warmth.
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"Almost, Roger. When the task Andorra and I must undertake has been completed, then we will be free to explore our life together." My sigh was a mixture of hope and apprehension. So much depended on what happened here within the next few hours. I clung to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him as though I could hold him there forever.
"Are you afraid?" he asked gently.
"Only for you and Andorra. Tony is terrified something will happen to her. He told me that his life depends on her returning to him." "She will calm his fears in her own special way. Come now." His lips on mine, as always, caused my brain to melt.
"Forget for a little time what lies ahead, and show me how much you love me."
"I wish I could," I whispered. "No matter how hard I try, there always seems to be something more I could do."
"You are perfect just the way you are, my beloved Roger."
"Drink from me first, Marcus," I begged him. "Perhaps it will make you even stronger."
For a moment, he hesitated. "I will drink the blood you offer me," he murmured, finally, his lips warm on mine. "It is given and taken in love."

He rolled me onto my back, his teeth and lips working at my throat until the skin broke and the blood flowed over his tongue. I held his head pressed to the wound, running my hands through his mass of thick black curls. He sucked long and deep, filling his veins with my lifeblood. It felt strangely different this time. I became drowsy and felt myself falling 167

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into some dark void, supported only by the strong arms that held me. I struggled within their iron grasp as a fearful panic surged through me. What was happening?

I moaned out loud, "Marcus..."
Suddenly, I was being shaken awake.
"Roger. Oh my God, Roger."
I opened my eyes groggily and stared into Marcus's guilt ridden expression.

"Roger.. I am so sorry. I drank too much. Forgive me." A flash of steel, and blood oozed from a cut on his chest. He held my limp body, forcing my lips to the flowing blood.

"Drink, my beloved," he crooned in my ear as I lapped at his chest.
Gradually, I felt the strength return to my limbs. I opened my eyes and gazed into his. "What happened?" I asked, hoarsely. "Forgive me, Roger..."
"Of course, I forgive you." Whatever it was I was forgiving him for, I wasn't yet sure.

"The bloodlust I fight so hard to control," he explained, his voice shaking with emotion. "It overtook me as I drank your sweet blood. I am so sorry,

Roger. I could have taken too much, then..."
He didn't have to explain what would have happened. It would have necessitated my being drained completely, then allowed to die. I shivered as he held me in his arms, stroking my hair, his lips soothing the wound on my neck.

"It's okay." My own voice was just a tad shaky. "No harm done."
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"I would never have forgiven myself had I changed you without you granting me the right to do so," he said.

I knew he was hating himself for what he had almost done, and I tried to reassure him that I was fine. Actually, I began to feel more than fine— invigorated, full of piss and vinegar, as my old Granddad used to say, except that I was full of vampire blood. And a good old, powerful brew, at that! The effect was evident in the stiffie I now sported. I made a point of taking Marcus's hand, steering it in that direction and smirking a little as I heard his gasp of surprise.

The previous trauma was forgotten as he knelt over me and took all of my engorged cock into his mouth, laving the hard flesh with his tongue and driving me absolutely wild. I thrashed around under this onslaught, bucking like crazy, shoving my cock even deeper down his throat. His hands were everywhere at once it seemed, teasing my nipples, caressing my chest and stomach, reaching into my eager ass.

His own spectacular erection throbbed tantalisingly close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue, licking the juice that spilled from it, wrapping my lips around the head and pulling it all the way down my throat.

Later, I would think that it was his blood in my veins that gave me the almost overpowering burst of sexual energy I had ever experienced. There was not a single part of his body my mouth and hands did not reach to hold, caress and stroke. No orifice escaped my attention as I morphed from being the catcher to the pitcher for only the second time in my life. If Marcus was surprised, he hid it well, allowing me to have my way with him by showing me with a grand display of 169

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his beautiful butt that I was welcome there anytime. Such a gift could not be refused, and I dove in there, face first, my tongue navigating the length of the cleft until it nestled in the moistness of his anus.

My hands massaged both cheeks, parting them, exposing the delicate pink flesh my tongue now lapped at. That same erotic, sensuous scent invaded my senses as I probed deep inside him. He writhed beneath me at this onslaught, his hands clutching at the sheets as ecstasy overcame him. His hips rose to meet my lips and tongue, pushing the object of my desire within even greater reach, allowing me to feel the pull of his sphincter muscles on my tongue.

I ran a sensual pattern of kisses up his spine, letting my cock push at his opening, now thoroughly lubed with my saliva. He groaned as I entered him, drawing me in deep until I had filled him to the hilt. I started a slow and sensuous rhythm he met with every long stroke. Our bodies fused together as we rode the waves of passionate ecstasy made all the more intense from the sharing of each other's blood.

He turned in my arms, now lying on his back, smiling up at me without breaking our rhythm. His hands cupped my face, his fingers stroked my brow and cheeks with a sensuous tenderness that increased my desire to make this act of love as wonderful for him, as it was for me. I bent closer to kiss his lips, revelling in the feel of the soft plump flesh against mine, of his tongue as it swirled in my mouth, setting every nerve ending in my body aflame.

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I started to lose control. His arms tightened around me, pulling me even deeper within him; his strong thighs pressed against my torso, holding us locked together. He moaned, and the sound was like an aphrodisiac to my ears. It seemed to come from his very soul, a total meeting of his mind, body and spirit in the power of his own sensuality. He carried me with him, urging me on until I exploded inside him with an electrifying jolt that tore a long, guttural cry from my throat.

After I had filled him with the product of all this new energy, he rolled me onto my back and gazed at me with a tender light in his eyes. "My beloved Roger," he whispered, stroking my cheek with his fingertips. "You never fail to amaze me. I hope you feel as fulfilled as I do." Taking his hand in mine, I kissed it gently and smiled into his eyes. My answer was in the love I felt for him and needed no words.

* * * *
I awoke to the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
Somewhere, outside on the balcony, a violin was being played. I'd never been very knowledgeable of classical music, and it certainly wasn't on my

iPod, wedged somewhere between Beyonce and Janet, but the silvery sound that floated on the air all around me made me want to capture it and listen to it forever.

 

Filled with sadness, this intrinsically beautiful melody seemed to speak directly to me, encompassing all the changing emotions within me. I lay there, entranced, until the 171

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final quivering notes faded away, as if gently pulled from the instrument into the night air.
I slipped from the bed and walked quickly to the window.