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Searching for the plastic bottle, Daniel held out his palm and filled it with soap. With his eyes on Brock's and a determined expression on his face, Daniel lathered Brock's body up, running his slick hands all over him.

Swooning from his touch, just as he had prior to the change, Brock caught himself on the sliding door before he dropped to his knees. "
Aaaahhhh, God ... Daniel! Augh
!" Blue and purple sparkles of light fell like rain on his face and eyelids. As Daniel's hands pumped his cock, Brock erupted like a lava flow, his come shooting out of him in blasts. The orgasm was just as intense, just as incredible as it had been when Daniel was a vampire. And it went on and on, until Brock began to lose track of time.

Forcing his eyes open, Brock felt completely sated. Daniel was still fondling him gently, but allowing him to recover. The grin on Daniel's face was priceless.

"How..." Brock swallowed down his dry throat, "how did you do that?"

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"Magic." Daniel laughed wickedly.

Managing to stand on his own, Brock wrapped around Daniel in the hot, steamy shower, kissing his lips, amazed by the depth of love he had for this man. He knew nothing else would ever compare.

* * * *

He had lived a life of fear and intimidation. Brock Hart showed him life could have meaning, and be pure in spirit.

How many centuries had Daniel merely existed, afraid to be hunted, petrified of being exposed?

And now?

The love of a man. A man who was nurturing him like he was a fledgling vampire and had a master who was not a tyrant. A man who made his body ejaculate in pure pleasure.

A man who promised to stay, to grow old with him as a mortal.

Daniel didn't know what god or saint he had satisfied in his long lifetime, but whatever he had done to deserve a man like Brock Hart, he was infinitely pleased he had.

His man-eater had become his man.

Daniel knew one life with Brock was worth an eternity without him.

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"Look at you," Brock crooned admiring Daniel as he wore one of Brock's best Armani suits. Closing the gap between them, Brock turned Daniel around so his back was facing him, tying the necktie under his collar for him. Once he had it done, he pivoted Daniel to face him, tightening up the knot.

Straightening his lapels, buttoning one of the jacket buttons, Brock stood back to drink in the ex-vampire's new look.

"Exquisite. Daniel Wolf, you are absolutely delicious."

"Am I?"

"You are perfection." Brock brought him to his walk-in closet, positioning Daniel in front of his full length mirror.

"Yes. This is quite acceptable."

"Indeed!" Brock laughed, fixing his own tie in the mirror.

"I can get used to this."

"Believe me, with your bankroll, you can manage it."

"Yes, that reminds me." Daniel left the room returning with his leather valise. Propping it up on the foot of the bed, Daniel opened it.

Yearning to know what was meaningful to a vampire, Brock stood next to him, peeking in. It was like staring into an antique treasure chest. Brock was dying to have a browse through the eclectic collection.

As Daniel searched for something in particular, Brock picked up a bound book he had placed aside. Reading the title, Brock found it was a sixteenth century edition of an Italian short story writer, Giovanni Boccaccio's the
Le
Decameron
. When he read the date of publication he almost fainted. "Holy shit."

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"I told you, most of what I have is useless."

"Do you have any idea how much this would sell for at auction? It boggles the mind." Brock carefully opened the pages. "Do you read French?"

"I used to. I may have gotten rusty. Ah. Here it is." Daniel held up a small, carved ivory inlaid box. Sitting down on the bed, he waved Brock over.

After Brock placed the priceless book into Daniel's valise, he leaned against his shoulder looking down at the ornate box.

"I have something I wish to give to you."

Watching in awe, Brock waited as Daniel opened the top, holding his breath in expectation. The collection of jewels bowled him over.

Daniel removed a ring. "I want to gift this to you."

Brock opened his palm, but Daniel's intention was to slide it on his finger. "Which one?" Brock held up his hands.

Daniel chose the ring finger of Brock's left hand. Once the ring was in place, Brock held it up for inspection. "Holy mother of God..."

"Do you like it?"

"Do I?" Brock laughed at the absurdity of the question.

Admiring the massive rectangle cushion cut emerald in brilliant twenty-four carat gold, Brock gaped at it in awe. "The intense green reminds me of your vampire eyes." The band was thick and masculine, heavily weighted and tapered only slightly behind the finger. The stone was bezel set, no prongs were used. It was completely surrounded by a collar of the 219

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most intense yellow gold Brock had ever seen. "Where did you get it?"

"I cannot recall. I wore it for decades and grew tired of it.

But now I want it to be a token of the love I feel for you."

Gazing at Daniel, feeling his heart burning for him, Brock held his hand tightly. "Thank you. I'll cherish it."

"Good. Now. I think I am hungry once more."

Brock checked his watch. "Yes, we need to get going. You sure you're ready for all of this at once? Dinner out? And with my friends?"

"Yes. I am ready. At least you ask me. My master never asked me once." Daniel clicked his tongue in annoyance. "He did as he liked without regard to a single soul. Perhaps that detachment was embedded in me from him."

"Well, come on, Danny. How can a vampire become attached? In reality, we were just on your food chain."

"What a terrible thought." Daniel closed his case and stood.

"Okay, gorgeous, let's go grab a cab." Brock clasped his hand. Making sure he had his wallet, keys, and cell phone, Brock locked up the penthouse and waited for the elevator.

"I'm really excited to share this restaurant with you."

"Good food?"

"The best."

Once on the city street, Brock hailed a taxi and they made the short drive to One Hundred and Fifty-Fifth Street.

Climbing out, Brock paid the fare, reaching for Daniel's hand as the door of Le Bernardin was opened for them. Brock was brimming with excitement.

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The host greeted him.

"I have a reservation for four. The name is Hart."

"Yes. Come right this way. Your party is already here."

As Brock followed the man, he looked over his shoulder at Daniel who was admiring the décor. "So far so good, Danny?"

"It smells fantastic. My stomach is making noise again."

Holding Daniel around his waist, just to hug him, Brock found Eli and Gary watching their approach.

Before they drew nearer, Brock whispered, "I am already hot and bothered and ready for your cock as dessert."

Daniel broke up with laughter and the sound was so robust and hearty Brock wanted to eat him up.

The host assisted them with their chairs, asking them what they would like to drink.

"Danny?"

"Wine. Please, red wine."

"A bottle of your best pinot noir."

"Coming right up." The host bowed and left.

"Hello, boys." Brock grinned like a fiend at his friends who were gaping at Daniel.

"Wow," Gary gasped. "I remember you from the club, Dan.

You were humping Brock and he was in heaven."

"Nice one, Gary." Eli rolled his eyes. "Couldn't you just say hello?"

"I do not remember you," Daniel replied.

"Touché," Brock chuckled.

"How are you guys doing?" Eli asked sipping his cocktail.

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"Very well. Danny is moving in. I couldn't be happier."

Brock was distracted by the head waiter, showing him a bottle of wine. "Yes, that's perfect."

"I will decant it and present it shortly."

"Excellent." Brock gave Eli back his attention. "So? Were you waiting long?"

"No. We just got here a minute or two before you did." Eli reached over the table to Brock's hand.

"Danny gave it to me." Brock puffed out his chest proudly.

"On your left hand ring finger?" Eli asked in surprise.

"Why not? You don't think I'd marry him in a heartbeat?"

Brock peeked at Daniel. He was grinning affectionately at him. "And to be perfectly honest, Eli, I am married to him."

"It's incredible. How big is that stone?"

"Who cares? It's the thought that counts." Brock took his hand back.

"Brock Hart a married man. Who would have ever thought?"

"So, you're exclusive?" Gary asked.

"Yes, so don't even entertain the idea of either one of us."

"Can I watch again?"

Just as Brock was going to throw out a sarcastic angry retort, he heard Daniel chuckling. "What?"

"He is very amusing." Daniel nodded to Gary.

"Yeah right. He's a laugh a minute." Brock rolled his eyes.

The waiter showed up with their decanted pinot noir. He poured a sample for Brock. Brock didn't even hesitate to hand it to Daniel, the real connoisseur. As the other three watched, Daniel inhaled it deeply, swirled it around its glass bell, 222

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sniffed it once more, and touched it to his lips, licking it off.

Brock wanted to lick him off.

"Superb."

"Very good, sir." The waiter filled their two glasses.

Brock raised his for a toast, "To Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Wolf."

"Not Mr. and Mrs. Brock Hart?" Daniel asked curiously.

"We can rotate. First I can be the woman, then you will."

They tapped glasses, hooked elbows, and drank like a newly wedded couple.

"Christ, I'm so horny," Gary whined.

"I really can't believe what I'm hearing and seeing," Eli muttered.

As Brock unwrapped his arm from Daniel's, he met Eli's eyes. "What can't you believe?"

"You! You wanting a wife, even if it is a man."

"Hey, people change. I know Daniel has." Grinning wickedly, Brock turned to look. Daniel was still smitten with the wine, the glass never leaving his mouth. "Good?"

"I am in heaven."

"Help yourself. Get drunk for once in your life."

"You've never been drunk?" Gary asked, leaning closer as if he meant to climb over the table to be near Daniel.

"I don't recall. I doubt it. I never had the luxury of wine as a youth, and well, I couldn't drink after..."

"After what?" Gary asked.

"Never mind." Brock waved Gary off. "Did you play racquetball?"

"No. We ended up just heading home." Eli browsed the menu. "Any idea what you're ordering?"

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"I'm getting my usual." Brock stared at Daniel again. He was tipping the last drop onto his tongue. "Christ, I want to kiss you, you handsome devil."

Daniel met Brock's gaze. "I am not the devil, nor do I wish to meet him."

"But you are devilishly handsome," Brock purred.

"Then kiss me."

Brock dug his hand into Daniel's hair and gave him a nice wet tongue kiss.

"I need to jerk off," Gary moaned.

"I understand," Eli echoed.

"Get the caviar and the lobster, Danny," Brock whispered, still caressing Daniel's long, black hair.

"I defer to your judgment in the matter of food."

A waiter appeared to refill their wine glasses.

"Are you guys ready to order?" Brock asked.

"We are." Eli closed his menu.

The waiter perked up and listened to their requests, bowed, and left.

Daniel immediately drank more wine.

"Are you buzzed yet?" Brock asked.

"I am already slightly lightheaded."

"Then take it slow." Brock faced his companions on the opposite side of the table. They were both drooling over Daniel. Brock smiled slyly. He knew the affect Daniel had on people, yes, he knew.

"Where are you from, Dan?" Gary asked. "I hear a slight accent in your voice."

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"I was born in England but I spent some time in Eastern Europe." Daniel finally set his stemware down.

"I love it. It's very sexy."

Brock asked Eli imploringly, "Can you put a leash on him, Eli? He's getting slobber on the table."

"You're asking me to control Gary?" Eli choked in disbelief.

"Good luck."

"What am I doing?" Gary defended. "I'm just taking an interest in him."

Daniel reclined in the chair, finding Brock's thigh to stroke under the table. "I presume it is my lot to be asked questions eternally."

"Not eternally. Just another sixty years or so." Brock reached down and covered Daniel's hand with his own.

When an attractive young woman appeared at their table, the four men stopped talking and looked up at her.

"I am so sorry to disturb you," she began, "but I wanted to make sure you didn't leave before I spoke to you."

Brock leaned across Daniel's body to listen as she addressed him.

"My name is Claire Epstein and I own a male modeling agency." She produced a business card. "You are absolutely what the market is going crazy for at the moment."

Brock looked at Daniel's face as he absorbed the information.

"Please come by for a photo shoot. I'll make sure it's worth your while."

Daniel took the card, looking down at it.