The Obscurati (18 page)

“Good evening, sir,” said a young man with a white uniform and white gloves. “Please follow me, and I will show you to your stateroom,” he said as he picked up some of the luggage.

I reached for a bag, but he stopped me. “We’ll get it,” he said. “If you do all the work, there’s no reason for me to have a job.”

“You’re really cute,” Oberon said. “You’re decorative, so you don’t have to be functional.”

“Yes, sir,” the young man said with a wink.

We followed, and he took us to a lift. A friggin’ elevator in a yacht! We were just under the top floor, according to the button he pressed.

“The top is the bridge. You are welcome there, but it is all business, I am afraid.”

In a moment, the lift dinged and the doors opened. Our floor or deck or whatever you call it was much fancier than the one down below. The walls of the hallway were wooden, and everything made out of metal was polished brass. It must have taken half an army of people just to polish everything.

“Here is the dining room, which I suppose you won’t be using for dining.”

A little further on, he pointed to a double glass door. “This is the sitting room. You have satellite television and a good assortment of DVDs, all the way from Disney to naughty.”

We finally made it to another door. He set down the luggage and fished out a key. He unlocked the door and motioned for us to go inside.

“Your stateroom,” he said. “Here are keys for you both.”

“Posh” didn’t cover it. The room had to be about a hundred square meters (a thousand square feet, roughly). There were electrical outlets here and there of all kinds of shapes and sizes. The lights were on, but I couldn’t see a single light bulb. There were two seating areas and a king-sized bed.

“The door across the stateroom leads to a private balcony,” said the delicious man. “My name is Ruprecht. Americans call me Bob. I answer to either,” he said. “I’m your butler while we are at sea. Push that button”—he pointed to a button on the wall—“or that button.” He pointed to a button beside the bed. “Or you can dial me on any of the ship’s phones. My number is 33.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“You don’t sound convinced, sir,” Ruprecht said.

“I’m just used to taking care of things myself.”

“I understand, but give me a chance,” he continued. “When you are hungry, it is my job to find you a blood donor. If you are horny, just tell me what body type you like, and I will have someone at your door immediately. If you need help with the equipment or shore excursions….”

“Danke, Ruprecht,” Oberon said.

“Bitte sehr, Meister,” he said with a slight bow, “und willkommen auf unserem Schiff. Ich freue mich sehr Sie sind hier.”

I guess Ruprecht and Oberon hit it off. They both seemed pleased. Everyone likes Oberon, so I wasn’t surprised.

“He feels like the ship is his,” Oberon told me after he left us alone. “Not in those exact words, but he is really proud of the ship and the staff.”

“You didn’t jump his ass,” I pointed out.

“He was so formal. Maybe when he is off duty, or maybe he’s straight.”

“Push the button,” I said.

“Why?”

“I could use some food. How’s about you?”

Oberon pushed the button, and Ruprecht appeared in seconds. He knocked and opened the door without waiting.

“Did I forget something?” he asked.

“Nein, nein,” Oberon said, “aber wir sind hungrig.”

“Blut?” he said. “I’m so sorry. I should have thought to offer that. Nur Blut? Oder Blut mit Sex?”

“I am going to really like Ruprecht,” Oberon said in my head.

“Blut mit Sex, bitte,” Oberon said.

“As you wish, sir. Top, bottom, or both?”

Okay, we just moved away from the original discussion. I know some German, but….

“Both,” Oberon said.

“I will find you at least one of each, sir,” Ruprecht said. He left the room just like we had ordered hamburgers or soda pop.

In a couple of minutes, there was a knock at our door. Ruprecht opened it and let four young men into our stateroom. Instead of any introductions, Ruprecht just closed the door. I heard him lock it.

“Guten Abend,” Oberon said. “Sie sind hier….”

“Blut,” one said.

“Und Sex,” the second added.

“Wir sind hier zu ficken,” a third said, the fourth beside him.

“Okay,” Oberon said. “The two on the left are blood donors, and they know that’s why they are here. The two on the right are here for sex.”

“
Ficken
. Yeah, I do know a word here and there,” I deadpanned. I’d been with him a hundred years. Of course I’d picked up some German along the way, even if I hadn’t made the effort to be fluent. “The one in the middle wants to give blood and have sex?”

“Yes, sir,” said the one in the middle. “I am very versatile.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Danke,” he said.

“I can do blood and sex both, if you wish.” It was the sex-only man on the right.

Oberon pulled the arm of one of the blood-only men toward him and took about thirty seconds of blood. When he was finished, they spoke in German. I guess it was instructions, because he left, and another of the men followed, locking the door behind him. The other two just stood by the bed.

“Komm,” he said with a smile. I guess that was their signal, because in a matter of a few seconds, we had two naked Germans in the bed with us.

“We all speak English, sir,” one said.

“Can you not call me ‘sir’?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I mean, yes.”

“Who likes the top?” They both said they did.

“Who likes to bottom?” They both said they did that too.

“Cool,” I said. “I’m a bottom, and Oberon’s a top. Let’s play.”

One of the Germans, the one who had been standing in the middle of the line earlier, moved on top of me. He wasn’t sure whether we wanted to kiss or just fuck. I got him to relax by pulling his neck closer to my mouth. At first he thought I wanted to feed off his neck, and he would have let me. I wanted to kiss. We did, and he was a good kisser. My young man was blond with blue eyes, so he had some Norse blood somewhere. I let him take charge, which he was very willing to do. He worked my body like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh man,” I groaned. He just smiled as he ran his fingers along my ass. One finger went up, and I just grinned. It was a signal to him that I didn’t need to be stretched. The next thing I felt was the wet tip of a dick pressing against my hole.

Wait. I can get this from Oberon.
That was where home was. If I was going to have sex with a stranger, I might as well take what Oberon couldn’t give. I grabbed the man and rotated around at vampire speed. The poor man was on his back before he even knew we were moving. It took him a few seconds to understand, but he finally spread his legs for me.

It was a moment where my life changed. Everything before that moment was a kind of blur of sex and blood, but I knew that my ass belonged to Oberon. I could have sex with others, but he was the only one allowed to be my top.

Pre-cum is the world’s best lube in my book. The German growled as I shoved my hips toward him. He was used to vampires and apparently didn’t mind the lack of other lubricant.

I absolutely pounded his ass for about fifteen minutes. It wasn’t always fast, but each stroke was full of power. I loved the feel of my balls slapping against his ass, and there was no shortage of that.

I knew he was ready to cum because of his breathing and growls. With only seconds to spare, I leaned down to let my fangs sink into his right tit. He growled loudly as I fed and filled his ass with cum. I held him tightly for another thirty seconds while I fed. When I was full and the wounds had closed, I noticed that Oberon and his trick were sitting at the table. The German had a glass of juice, and there was a second glass on the table.

“Sorry,” I said. “I guess we took longer.”

“You were in heaven,” Oberon said.

My German smiled like he had been given the best compliment ever. He got out of bed and put his shorts on and joined the others at the table. I just stayed in bed, savoring the moment.

“Ah, the freshly fucked look,” Oberon said. “I think Mårten likes you.”

“Maybe we will have another… um….”

“Nein,” said the German who was with Oberon. “I get Mårten next.”

They all laughed. Maybe I was smiling. Maybe, but I knew that my sex life would be changed forever after this. Oberon was the only one allowed inside me. It wasn’t because of some rule or vow. It was because I knew that I was deeply in love with one vampire.

Sex is just sex, but Oberon is love. I called him over to the bed and got under his arm with my head resting on his chest. I reached over with my free arm and hugged him. My hand went under his armpit and up to his shoulder.

It was a perfect world, and I was as close to the man of my dreams as I could be. He squeezed me, like he knew it was what I needed. I didn’t need sex right then, but I was the happiest vampire in the world. Oberon consumed every part of me. It was like I was falling in love with him all over again. I just closed my eyes and felt his nearness. He held me without moving, and he slowly let one hand move up my back. He cupped his palm on the back of my neck. Friggin’ wow.

Should I ask him to stop having sex with others? Could you change the rules of a relationship after they’ve been working for a hundred years? Was I guarding my territory? Love versus vampire. I wanted Oberon all to myself, but he had physical needs that I couldn’t satisfy without risking permanent damage to my ass. Maybe it was a sexual addiction. Maybe I just needed to get over myself. Maybe this. Maybe that. Maybe. Maybe.

The next thing I knew, I was dead again.

Chapter 15

O
BERON
was up before me. No surprise there.

Two new staff members were in our room.

“Breakfast,” Oberon said as one walked over to me. “I already fed.”

As soon as I had my daily shot of blood, I was ready to go explore the ship. We were already at sea.

“It is the Mediterranean,” Pierre said. “The captain ran the ship at full speed all day.”

“Where are we headed?” I asked.

“Suez Canal, for starters. It may take us a day or two because it isn’t a race.”

“You had words with the captain?”

“I just told him to take his time, as we weren’t going anywhere in particular, but I think he was just stretching the lady’s legs. Now he has left someone else on the bridge.”

“First officer?”

“Something like that,” Pierre said. “The captain has retired for the night. We will only see him if there is a problem with the yacht. Are your quarters okay?”

“No, I don’t think that I’d use the word ‘okay’ for our quarters,” I said. “It is larger than some villages. Is Ruprecht your butler too?”

“Oh, no. We have our own.”

“How many are on this trip?”

“I don’t know exactly. Forty or fifty humans, plus the four of us. There’s room for quite a few more, so handling fifty is nothing. We have a speedboat and a little submarine onboard too. There’s a swimming pool down below. You can just jump off the side to swim beside the yacht, if you think you can keep up.”

“Where do they stash all this stuff?”

“There are four decks above the waterline, and two or three below. The engines and laundry and toys are all below. The staff sleeps on the deck that is at the water line. Our suites are the only staterooms on our floor, plus the dining room and day room.”

“And the queen owns this?”

“She owns a couple of yachts, but this is her only superyacht.”

“And she just gave it to us for a while?”

“We’ll probably have to buy the fuel and food for the staff, but yeah. She wants to keep us happy.”

“Have you ever been to Australia?”

“Just a few times for work,” I admitted. “I never got to see anything.”

“Hamlet said he’d like to go there,” Pierre said. “If you and Oberon don’t object, let’s make that the first real stop. We may have to land in India or Indonesia for supplies. I don’t know how well we are stocked. We didn’t give them much notice.”

“Mind if I go exploring?”

“Go,” Pierre said. “Stay off the bridge and the lower three decks. Wherever you go, you will be interrupting what the staff is doing.”

“Why?”

“Because they are treating you like royalty. It’s their training, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. We can visit the bridge and engine room, but we ought to go as a group so we have one big disruption instead of a bunch of individual ones. And the decks with crew quarters and laundry facilities need to be off-limits. We’re respecting the privacy of the humans. No offense intended, but the crew wants anyplace you see to be absolutely perfect. They need some of their own space.”

“If one invites me?”

“They won’t, but if it comes up, just decline the invitation.”

O
VER
the next several days, we worked our way across the Mediterranean, the Suez Canal, and the Red Sea. I didn’t get to see the Suez Canal because we went through it during the day. I’m told that I didn’t miss much. It is a canal without any gates because the land is so flat. It is just a really deep river wide enough for one-way traffic. There are some wider spots to let the ships pass each other. Something like fifty ships a day travel through the canal, so it must be a traffic jam.