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close in Bast's arms. He was warm and sated and happy,
curled against Bast.
"My Sweets. Love you so." Hands trailed through his hair,
caressing him gently.
"Mmm ... me, too," he mumbled against warm skin.
"Sleep, Sweets. We've got the room for as long as we want
it."
"Okay..."
He snuggled closer, letting the sweet lassitude pull him
down into sleep and dreams of wearing Bast's collar.
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Chapter Twelve
Trick woke up squished between the wall and Bear's bulk.
In fact Rose's significant other had his arm flung over Trick's
midsection and he was snoring like a fucking jack hammer.
He tried to slip out, but Bear just pushed up against him,
snuffling once and then going back to cutting through
concrete.
So he elbowed the big guy. That got him a grunt and then
more snores, but Bear also rolled back far enough that Trick
was able to crawl out of the bed.
Scratching his belly, he picked his way through the bodies
on the floor, looking for Bast.
The last he'd seen his lover, Rose and some of her pain
junkie friends were paddling his ass, Bast eating it up with a
fucking spoon. Trick had found the twins and fucked them
until he fell asleep. He wasn't sure how he wound up on the
bed with Bear and the four others crowded next to the big
guy, but it didn't really matter.
He'd been good all fucking evening and late into the night,
sharing his vampire with the others, letting them play with
their favorite boy now it was his turn.
He'd wandered through Rose's apartment twice without
finding his lover when he realized the shower was running.
And he knew.
That was where he'd find Bast.
Sure enough, the vampire was leaning against the wall of
Rose's shower, hot spray hitting him full in the face, on his
chest, pounding against the not quite hard cock.
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He let the door close quietly behind him and leaned
casually against the counter. "Looks like you've got a little
something left over for me."
Bast didn't turn toward him, but the smile that crept
around the wet face was warm and genuine, cock firming
visibly beneath the water. "I was hoping you'd come looking
for me, Sweets. I always save the best for last."
"Good."
He pushed the glass door aside and climbed into the
shower, getting between Bast and his spray. He waited until
Bast's eyes opened and then grinned at his lover. "Show me
what you've got, baby-boy."
Bast's smile widened, became almost feral. He leaned
back, one hand beginning to slowly pump his cock, the other
trailing down his neck, where a half-dozen pink marks were
fading. "You like what you see, Sweets?"
He slowly looked that lean body up and down, gaze
lingering on the hard cock, and then on the sharp teeth that
Bast's smile revealed. "Oh yeah, I think I do."
"Oh, good." Bast's gaze roamed along his body, beginning
to glow as they devoured him. "Because you look edible."
"Oh, I was hoping you were hungry." He leaned against
Bast, rubbing eagerly against the water-slicked skin. "I was
hoping you'd want to suck me off, hoping you'd want to feed,
hoping you'd want to fuck."
"Fuck, yes, Trick." Their lips met, Bast's mouth open and
hungry, tongue pushing into him eagerly. Bast wrapped
around him, both arms and a leg, holding him tight.
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He bit at the swollen lips, hungry for Bast's flavor, gasping
as it wiped away the taste of all the others he'd fucked.
Bast devoured him, pulling his tongue into the hungry
mouth and sucking. The thin body almost crawled up him,
fingers tangled in his hair, moaning low. He shoved Bast hard
against the tiles, driving their cocks together, fingers crawling
over Bast's skin.
Bast's mouth left his, lips finding his ear. "No matter how
many times I come, I'm not done, not satisfied until I have
you inside me, Sweets."
Moaning, he pushed Bast higher against the wall, hands
finding the delicious ass, spreading his lover's cheeks, tilting
that amazing body. "You want me, baby-boy?"
"Fuck, yes. Need you, Trick." Bast's head fell to his
shoulder, lips finding his throat, teeth nipping his skin.
A shudder ran through him at the touch and he shoved
himself into Bast's body, the tight passage still slick from
countless fucks.
Bast's groan was loud, delicious, sharp as fangs against his
throat. "Yes. Yes, Trick."
He slammed into his lover's body, over and over. He
wanted so badly, he could hear his own blood in his veins.
"Bast."
"Hungry for you. Need you, Sweets. I'm hungry." Bast
babbled against his skin, body hunching against him, moving
into each thrust.
"Yes, baby-boy, yes. I need it, too. Want it. I want it."
He was thrusting blindly now, pushing into Bast's body
with little grace, driven by need and lust and love and want.
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Bast struck quickly, the muscles around his cock convulsing
as the sharp teeth slid deep, pulling pleasure out of every
nerve, drowning him in sensation.
He threw his head back, screaming, coming, spilling
himself into Bast, hot come, hot blood, hot life flowing
between them. Bast fed, pulling and suckling long after the
echoes of his screams had faded. The touches of his baby-
boy's tongue were soothing, hot and soft and sweet all at
once. Shudders moved through him until at last they
disappeared, leaving him leaning heavily against Bast,
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