The way he asked the question made Jonathon leery. He rolled over and propped himself up, peering across the bed at the clock. When he realized it was already eight in the evening, he jumped out of bed. "s.h.i.t!" He opened the closet, scrambling for his robe. When he did not find it, he darted towards the bathroom, only to run into Kain. Jonathon gave him a sheepish grin as Kain handed his robe to him.

"Sometimes I think you're more scatterbrained now than you were three years ago," Kain said as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe.

Jonathon shot him a 'go to h.e.l.l' look then brushed past him to grab the hairbrush off of the bathroom counter. "She's expecting another book soon."

"You've almost finished it, haven't you?"

Jonathon nodded and stuck an elastic band between his teeth as he gathered his hair back. With the ponytail secure, he leaned forward to steal a kiss. "Yeah, just need a few finishing touches, I think."

"You're looking pale."

Jonathon made a point to ignore that remark and started for the kitchen. "I just need coffee."

Kain stopped him as he pulled the coffee maker to the middle of the counter. "No. What you need is orange juice."

"I hate orange juice," Jonathon grumbled. "You know that."

As he opened the refrigerator, Kain seemed to ignore Jonathon's protests. He set the carton of orange juice on the counter and pulled a gla.s.s out of the cabinet. "You need orange juice, Jonathon. It replenishes-"

"Yeah, yeah," Jonathon interrupted. "It replenishes what you take when you feed. It's been three years. I know all of this."

"Yet you still argue with me," Kain said as he leaned up against the counter.

Jonathon grimaced as he drank the juice, never taking his eyes off of Kain. When he finished, he set the gla.s.s in the sink and resumed the task of making his coffee. "I still hate the s.h.i.t."

Kain chuckled and reached out to pull Jonathon close. Just as he leaned in for a kiss, the front door opened.

"Guys?"

"In the kitchen," Jonathon called. He looked back to Kain. "You were saying?"

With a broad grin, Kain claimed his kiss. A few minutes later, he grunted as a ma.s.s of fur wedged itself between them. Jonathon laughed as Kain grumbled.

"Interrupted by a furball."

Jonathon crouched down to scratch Josh's ears. "Don't worry, gorgeous. There's plenty more where that came from," he said, glancing up at Kain.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Jonathon looked up and grinned as he stood. "Hi, hun," he said as he pulled Jess into a hug. She turned around and hugged Kain as Jonathon finished making the coffee. "No. We were just f.u.c.king around. You missed the fun stuff."

"Oh, d.a.m.n," Jess said, her lips pursing as she pouted.

"You really are a strange woman," Kain quipped.

"Oh, like you can talk." Jess stuck her tongue out at him. "You're the one who drinks blood." The smile she gave him made it clear she was teasing.

Kain grinned and walked out of the kitchen, whispering, "and you love to read about it," as he went. Jonathon just shook his head as he turned on the coffee maker.

"I want one."

He looked over at Jess as he pulled two mugs out of the cabinet. "One what?"

Jess tilted her head towards the living room. "One of him!"

"Kain is...well, he's unique. I doubt you'll ever find anyone quite like him," Jonathon laughed.

"I'll say," Jess mumbled. "So, how is the next installment in the series coming along?

Jonathon handed her a mug of coffee and ushered her into the living room. Kain was sitting on the couch, looking a bit uncomfortable with the front half of a Golden Retriever stretched across his lap. As she sat down in the recliner, Jess patted her leg. Josh uncurled himself and made his way to her. Jonathon then took his place, nestling up against Kain. He smiled as Kain's arms wrapped tightly around him.

"The book is almost done, I think. Just need to tie up some loose ends."

Jess smiled and said in between sips of coffee, "So is Kain's lover finally going to ask to be turned?"

Silence greeted the question. Jonathon saw the wheels and gears turning in his publisher's head. He had confided in her only a few months ago that he was becoming increasingly curious. Apparently she remembered, at least enough to ask him such a loaded question, and in front of Kain, no less. A brush of a kiss to his neck brought Jonathon's attention back to the question.

"W-well," he stammered. It was so hard to think when a tongue was sliding across his neck. "I think..." A soft moan escaped him when Kain sc.r.a.ped one of his fangs over his skin. "Oh, G.o.d. Kain, I can't think when you..."

Jonathon gasped as Kain sank his fangs into his neck, obviously not caring that Jess was sitting only a few feet away, watching them intently. When Jonathon looked up and met her gaze, it occurred to him that she was enjoying the display...very much. Kain's hand slipped around his waist then inched downward to hover over his crotch. With every deep, sucking motion Kain made on his neck, Jonathon's c.o.c.k grew just a bit harder. His breathing began to falter and he closed his eyes, knowing Jess was still watching them. Surprisingly enough, that simple fact seemed to spur Kain on and his hand lowered, gripping Jonathon's c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, his wrist pressing along the length.

Jonathon reached around, sliding his hand beneath Kain's hair, holding him close. He arched his body into that touch, whimpering softly as Kain's grip on him tightened. Kain licked the wounds on his throat then brushed his lips over his ear.

"I want you."

"Jess, I think-"

"No," Kain whispered. "Now. Right here. She wants to watch. Let her." He moved his hand up just enough to slip it inside Jonathon's robe.

The second Kain's hand touched him Jonathon opened his eyes. Jess was still watching, but had taken a much more comfortable position, it seemed. One leg was draped over the arm of the recliner, leaving her legs spread open. Jonathon could tell, from the flush of her cheeks that beneath the coat she had spread over her lap, she was alleviating her own tensions. Her eyes were focused solely on his crotch, and the hand buried inside his robe. Then, before he could say a word otherwise, Kain pulled the terrycloth robe open. Jess' gaze grew hazy.

"Pull your legs up," Kain murmured in his ear.

Jonathon did as he was told and was rewarded by the press of Kain's fingertips against his hole. His head fell back against the vampire's shoulder and he squirmed, needing to feel more than a soft, teasing touch. Kain chuckled low, then pulled his hand away. A few seconds later, it returned and two fingers slid deep inside Jonathon.

"Oh, G.o.d," he moaned breathlessly. He ground his hips downward, driving Kain's long fingers deeper inside him. "Kain..."

"Yes," Kain purred. He started f.u.c.king Jonathon with his fingers, pulling them out and pushing them back in.

Jonathon whimpered with every stroke. Unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his hand around his c.o.c.k and started stroking it. He could feel the hard press of Kain's c.o.c.k against the small of his back, but his own body was demanding release now. He opened his eyes, only to see Jess' chest rising and falling quickly. Even with the coat over her, he could tell she was playing with herself.

The strokes inside him sped up, Kain's fingers twisting and turning as they plunged inside. Jonathon's heart pounded and he turned his head, seeking out Kain's mouth. Just as the vampire's tongue slid into his mouth, Jonathon cried out. His c.o.c.k pulsed in his hand and with a single twitch of Kain's fingers, a deeper o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through him. He bucked against Kain's hand, whimpering and moaning into their kiss. Somewhere in the background, he heard Jess cry out as she came as well.

"Kain, I've been thinking."

The vampire looked at his lover, amus.e.m.e.nt in his dark blue eyes. "About?"

"About us. About..."

A knowing smile settled on the vampire's lips. "About becoming a vampire."

Patrick opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Kain had seen right through him. He nodded slowly, confirming what Kain had guessed. The vampire smiled again.

"Come," Kain said. "Let me love you, and then...we will talk."

"Is it true?"

Jonathon nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been so absorbed in writing the pivotal scene between the fictional Kain, and his lover Patrick, he had not heard the door to his office open. He looked at the screen and remembered Jess' blatant question earlier that evening. d.a.m.n.

"Is what true?" He hoped maybe Kain was talking about something else, but when the vampire turned his chair around completely and slipped a hand under Jonathon's chin to tilt his head up, Jonathon knew Kain remembered.

"Don't play coy with me, love."

For several minutes, all Jonathon could do was stare open-mouthed at him. Love? That was a new one. In three years, he had not heard such a word from Kain. He knew d.a.m.n well that was where his own feelings pointed. Kain, however, never used the word, and Jonathon simply let it go.

"Jonathon?"

Jonathon shook his head and swallowed hard as he met the familiar blue gaze. "Do you?"

It was Kain's turn to look perplexed, but then he smiled slowly. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Jonathon's lips. "You doubted that?"

"I..." A soft sound escaped Jonathon as Kain's tongue slid across his lips. "You've never..."

"I love you, Jonathon," Kain whispered. "I always have."

Jonathon closed his eyes as Kain's kisses moved across his cheek to his ear. "I love you, too."

Kain licked him then moved lower, nipping at his skin. Jonathon shivered. "You never answered my question."

Jonathon's body went rigid. He sighed. "Yes, it's true. I've been curious for a while now."

Kain pulled back to look at him, a dark eyebrow lifting in a cross between disbelief and amus.e.m.e.nt. "Why did you not tell me?"

"Because I wasn't sure how to," Jonathon admitted. "Or if I really wanted to know."

"Come," Kain said as he straightened himself. He held out his hand. "Let me love you, and then we'll talk," he said with a teasing wink.

Jonathon laughed nervously, but slid his hand into Kain's, allowing the vampire to pull him to his feet. When their bodies pressed together, Kain smiled, revealing two very sharp fangs. It was not often he flashed them, but Jonathon knew what was happening, and what would happen in the near future, most likely. That was when he did something he had never done before. He leaned forward, backing Kain up against the wall, and licked one of the fangs.

A growl rumbled from deep within Kain's chest and he shuddered hard between Jonathon's body and the wall. Jonathon pulled back to look at him, then realized what effect such an act had. A dark look descended over Kain's face, darkening his eyes, as Jonathon smiled.

"You never told me they were sensitive." Jonathon pressed harder against Kain, and curled his tongue around one of his fangs. He had only a split second to stroke it with his tongue before he found himself flat on his back on the desk.

Papers and folders and notebooks slid to the floor. His mug full of pens and pencils quickly joined them. Kain tore at his clothes, and b.u.t.tons flew everywhere. Jonathon sucked in a quick, sharp breath as the vampire's mouth closed over one of his nipples. Then came the sharp pain of a bite. Kain sucked hard, drawing both blood and flesh into his mouth. Jonathon cried out, thrusting his chest up.

"Kain..."

A guttural growl was the vampire's only response as he nearly ripped the zipper of Jonathon's jeans in an effort to get them off. He pulled away long enough to tug them roughly down, then tossed them to the floor. Seconds later, he pulled his c.o.c.k out of his own jeans and shoved Jonathon's legs up, pressing them to his chest. Jonathon's heart leapt into his throat at the display of aggression. All he could think of were ways to keep it going.

He did not have long to wonder what was happening when Kain dropped to his knees. Jonathon's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the desk when Kain's tongue pushed inside him. He tried to rock his hips up in an effort to drive that tongue deeper, but Kain's grip was stronger. Jonathon panted as Kain tongue-f.u.c.ked his a.s.s, every thrust driving him more insane. His c.o.c.k was hard as a rock and leaking steadily. He needed more. As if reading his thoughts again, Kain stood. He leaned over Jonathon and drove his c.o.c.k deep inside him in one hard thrust.

"Oh, f.u.c.k!" Jonathon grit his teeth and held onto the desk as Kain pounded his a.s.s mercilessly. He had never been this rough before, and Jonathon loved every minute of it.

As Kain's thrusts grew harder and faster, his growls grew more feral. Jonathon managed to squeeze a hand between them and started stroking his c.o.c.k furiously. The pounding his a.s.s was taking was a tense combination of pain and pleasure, and Kain showed no signs of stopping or letting up. The dark blue of his gaze locked onto Jonathon, and that was all it took.

"Oh, f.u.c.k. Oh, f.u.c.k..." Jonathon panted as he jerked his hand up and down his c.o.c.k. "Kain!"

No sooner had he called out, Jonathon jerked hard as he came. Kain struck swiftly, sinking his fangs deep into Jonathon's throat, growling as he came. Jonathon continued to shake for the entire length of Kain's feeding, as rush after rush of pleasure washed over him. Kain licked the wounds closed, and stilled his movements, letting Jonathon come back down.

"Holy...s.h.i.t," Jonathon said in between breaths.

Kain chuckled against his neck, then rose up enough to look down at him. "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

Jonathon gave him an incredulous look. "Are you f.u.c.king kidding? I need to remember the fang trick more often."

With a laugh, Kain pulled out and held out a hand. Jonathon took it, then looked down at the mess on the floor.

"Sorry," Kain said with a sheepish grin. "It's hard to control sometimes. I'll clean it up, I promise."

Jonathon grinned and shook his head. "h.e.l.l, if it means getting f.u.c.ked like that more often, I'll gladly leave the desk clear of clutter." He moved closer to steal a quick kiss. "I need a shower. Wanna join me?"

Kain murmured a soft sound of agreement over Jonathon's lips before slipping his tongue between them. Jonathon slid his arms around his neck, and much to his surprise, realized he was getting hard again. He pulled away slowly and slid his hand down Kain's arm to take his hand. With a gentle tug, he led the way to the bedroom.

By the time the water was ready, Jonathon was fully hard again. Kain looked down as he stepped into the shower, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Before Jonathon could say a word, Kain dropped to his knees, taking Jonathon's wet c.o.c.k into his mouth. Jonathon fell back against the shower wall, threading his fingers through Kain's hair as the water rained down on both of them.

"You're going to be the death of me," Jonathon said, echoing his earlier sentiment. This time, however, Kain's answer surprised him.

"Then let's make it official."

Jonathon looked down at him, not quite sure what Kain was referring to. "What do you mean?"

Kain continued to stroke him, which made it hard as h.e.l.l for Jonathon to do so much as think clearly. "Let me turn you," Kain said, brushing his lips across the head of Jonathon's c.o.c.k.

"I... Oh, G.o.d..." Jonathon's head fell back against the tile wall as Kain sucked one of his b.a.l.l.s into his mouth. "I can't think when you're doing that." Kain hummed and Jonathon nearly hit the floor.

When he felt a finger probe at his a.s.s, Jonathon spread his legs, using his hands on Kain's shoulders as leverage. As Kain's finger pushed inside him, Jonathon groaned. He knew what Kain wanted. For that matter, he knew what he wanted. The desire to spend eternity with this man was something he could no longer deny. As Kain looked up, he twisted his finger in just the right way. Jonathon cried out as he came, his c.o.c.k erupting and coating Kain's lips and chin. When Kain removed his fingers, Jonathon finally collapsed to his knees.

Kain scooped up some of the s.e.m.e.n off of his lips and slid it across Jonathon's mouth. Jonathon opened for him, sucking his finger clean. Kain was still unG.o.dly hard and Jonathon knew d.a.m.n well how he wanted it this time. He pulled Kain's finger out of his mouth and kissed the tip.

"Do it. Take me to bed, f.u.c.k me senseless, and turn me."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Kain asked.

Jonathon nodded. "Please. All I want is here before me. I don't want to ever lose you, Kain."

A slow smile settled on Kain's lips and he stood, offering Jonathon a hand. As Jonathon took it, Kain whispered, "As you wish."