As Jonathon followed Kain to the bed, he could not deny feeling nervous. It was not fear of pain, as much as it was the fear of the unknown. Of, essentially, dying. This was what he wanted, though, and he wanted it with no one but Kain Hart. As he sat down on the bed, he looked up at Kain, not quite believing what was going to happen, yet longing for it.

"You're sure?" Kain asked, easing himself onto the bed as Jonathon stretched out beneath him.

"Yes, I'm sure," Jonathon said breathlessly as Kain's tongue licked a thin line from his mouth to the hollow of his throat. Every touch seemed different somehow, stronger. Every inch of his skin was sensitized, honed to a razor sharp edge beneath Kain's touch.

Kain's kisses moved slowly downward, over Jonathon's chest, his stomach, his thighs. Skipping Jonathon's c.o.c.k entirely, Kain slid his hands under Jonathon's legs and pushed them up. As his tongue pushed deep inside, Jonathon groaned and his legs shook. Every stroke inside by Kain's slick tongue was torturous pleasure. Jonathon closed his eyes, breathless and dizzy from the simplest contact.

Kain took the longest time, simply tasting him, over and over, never tiring. When Jonathon's legs grew tired from their position, Kain finally lowered them, moving up to hover over Jonathon.

"Please," Jonathon pleaded, arching his body to Kain's.

As he sat back up, Kain pulled Jonathon with him. Without giving him a chance to say anything, he turned Jonathon around and pulled him back against his chest. Jonathon shivered as Kain's c.o.c.k slid between the cheeks of his a.s.s, then Kain pushed him forward the slightest bit. With a slow push of Kain's hips, his c.o.c.k slid inside and Jonathon groaned. Kain slipped an arm around his chest and pulled him back up, driving his c.o.c.k deeper inside.

"Oh, G.o.d," Jonathon breathed. He reached around, gripping the back of Kain's head with his hand. "Oh, G.o.d, it feels so good."

"Yes." Kain slid his hand lower to wrap his fingers around Jonathon's newly-awakened c.o.c.k. As he began stroking it, he nipped at Jonathon's neck.

Jonathon tilted his head, wanting more. Kain's thighs rippled beneath him as they made love, Kain sliding his c.o.c.k in and out with slow strokes. With a soft kiss over his neck, Jonathon closed his eyes and waited. Here it was. When Kain's fangs pierced his flesh, Jonathon cried out. His body shook as he came, his s.e.m.e.n spilling over Kain's fingers. Yet Kain kept feeding.

Jonathon felt himself grow weak, and before long, Kain's arm was the only thing holding him upright. He was vaguely aware of Kain placing him on the bed, and when he tried to focus on Kain's face, he realized he could not. Panic began to well up inside him, but Kain's voice, soft and comforting, eased the fear as it brushed through his mind.

"Shh. I'm here, Jonathon. I won't let you fall completely. It's time to drink."

Jonathon tried to nod, but it was a moot point. When he felt skin touch his lips, his tongue instinctively slid out to touch, to taste. With the first taste of blood, his mind recoiled slightly.

"Drink...and come back to me."

Jonathon's erratic thoughts settled with Kain's words and he swallowed his fear as he swallowed Kain's blood. When his heartbeat began to slow, Jonathon tried to cry out as the fear resurfaced. Kain was there, in his mind, comforting him, even when his throat constricted from lack of air to his lungs. He tried to reach out, but Kain's fingers wrapped to his. As their bedroom faded, Jonathon fought to pull back, terrified of what lay on the other side. The last conscious thought he had was Kain.

"I'll be here, waiting for you."

When he first opened his eyes, Jonathon remained still, staring up at the ceiling. He had always heard that a person could get hypnotized if they watched a ceiling fan long enough. He spent several minutes trying. Then he realized it was pitch black in the room-yet he could still see the fan spinning above his head.

"Everything sharpens."

He looked over and smiled. "Kain." Jonathon reached out and touched the face hovering near his own.

"Told you I'd be here," Kain said.

Kain leaned down and Jonathon opened for him, moaning softly into Kain's mouth. Fingers stroked Jonathon's jaw, over his neck. He shuddered, pulling away from Kain's lips to look into those bluer-than-blue eyes. That was when it hit him-a hunger so strong, it f.u.c.king hurt. He winced as every inch of his body ached. With a slight tip of his head, Kain bared his throat. Need overrode everything else and Jonathon flipped them both over, fangs piercing Kain's neck as their bodies rocked together.

Thick, rich blood flowed over Jonathon's tongue like an answer to a prayer. Kain's body arched beneath him, fingernails blazing trails down his back. With a shift of his hips, Jonathon thrust hard, driving his c.o.c.k deep inside Kain's body. A sharp cry met his ears and then he was coming, c.o.c.k pulsing almost painfully as Kain's muscles squeezed him. Shaking and breathless, Jonathon pulled away, remembering to lick the bite marks. He watched as the wounds closed. As he pulled out slowly, he slid down Kain's body, licking away the s.e.m.e.n on the hard- muscled stomach.

"Jesus," Kain breathed. "Maybe I should have changed you a long time ago."

Jonathon chuckled as he scooped up the last bit of come from Kain's belly. Then he slid back up and pushed his tongue into Kain's mouth. "I think," he whispered, "I'm really going to like this."

Kain moaned softly and slid his hands over Jonathon's shoulders. "You're going to need to more than I could give you."

"So..." Jonathon said, kissing his way down Kain's throat, "What do you suggest?"

"Hunting."

Jonathon lifted his head and met Kain's smile. "Hunting." Kain nodded. "Hunting as in drain-your-victim type?"

"No." Kain shook his head. "Only take enough, but never to the point of death. Best time to do it is during climax. Feeding heightens the sensations for both you and the one you are feeding from."

"No kidding," Jonathon laughed. "And you were definitely right: blood is much sweeter." Rolling off to the side, he propped his head on his hand. "So, how do we do this?"

"Ever been in a threesome?" Kain asked him, giving him a quick wink.

Jonathon shook his head. "No, but I have a feeling I'm going to be in one very soon."

"Unless, of course, you want me to simply watch."

"Not on your life," Jonathon whispered as he leaned close to steal a quick kiss. "Let's do this. What time is it?"

Kain rose up and looked over Jonathon's shoulder. "Eight in the evening. You slept all day. Are you up for a night of dancing?"

"In these three years, we have never gone dancing," Jonathon said with a lift of his eyebrow. "I didn't know you could."

Kain rolled over, sliding on top of him. "It's only a matter of moving your body to the music," he murmured as he rocked his body against Jonathon's. He lowered his head, kissing Jonathon's neck softly. "You simply feel the music as it slides through you..."

Jonathon gasped as a thick c.o.c.k slid along his own, both of them hard again. "If you keep that up, we won't make it out of bed."

Kain chuckled and nipped his throat before pulling away completely. "Quite true." He held out a hand to Jonathon. "Let's see what sort of fun we can find downtown."

On Wednesday nights, The Heretic had a dress code: 3 pieces of leather or leather-type gear. Jonathon had not worn anything like that in ages, but after spending an hour digging through the closet, he finally managed to find his leather pants and vest. His combat boots completed his outfit, and when he turned around, he nearly hit the floor.

"When the h.e.l.l did you manage to find something like that?"

Kain's grin was utterly devilish. He turned a bit, letting Jonathon watch the overhead light spark off the brand-new leather pants. Kain's black silk shirt was loose and untucked, the b.u.t.tons halfway undone. His black boots were by the bed and beneath his shirt, Jonathon could see the black straps of a leather harness. Oh, dear G.o.d. He was so f.u.c.ked. Literally, if they did not get out of the house and soon.

"Bought them a few weeks ago," Kain said as he sat down to put on his boots. "Been saving them for a special occasion."

Something told Jonathon that Kain was not talking about the pants. He could not tear himself away from the leather straps crossing diagonally over Kain's chest. When Kain stood up again, the light glinted off of metal-the studs dotting the straps. Before he realized it, Jonathon found himself pressed tightly against the wall, Kain's body pinned against his. The look in Kain's eyes was quite familiar: l.u.s.t and hunger, those blue eyes darkening with every second.

"If we don't leave right this second," Jonathon said breathlessly, "I will throw you on that bed and beg you to have your way with me."

"You'd do that anyway," Kain chuckled.

Jonathon could not begin to deny that one. "True, but we're both hungry, and I dare say that it would eventually be pointless for us to feed each other all night."

A quick kiss followed and Jonathon laughed as Kain nearly dragged him out of the bedroom. Grabbing Kain's keys since he had no clue where his were, Jonathon locked the door and they headed out into the warm Atlanta night. Half an hour later, they walked into The Heretic.

Jonathon tugged Kain onto the dance floor, squeezing through the throng of sweat-slick, grinding bodies. When he found a tiny pocket of s.p.a.ce, he turned, slipping an arm around Kain's waist and jerking him close. Kain growled and thrust his hips forward as they danced. His stare was sharp, almost desperate, and definitely predatory. Jonathon now understood that drive, that consuming hunger.

"Bite me," he said, tipping his head to the side.

The strike was swift and a bolt of sharp pain shot up his spine. He clung tightly to Kain, a moan slipping free as Kain drank. Jonathon opened his eyes slowly, hoping and searching. When he met another man's gaze, only a few feet from them, he smiled, flashing two very sharp fangs. A visible shudder coursed over the man's body, but he smiled back and his gaze slid over the two of them.

"Behind you," Jonathon whispered. "Spiky blonde hair, labret piercing, black tank top, camos, combat boots."

After healing the wounds, Kain turned slightly. "Very nice." He looked back at Jonathon. "Do you like him?" Jonathon nodded. "You want to taste him, to feel his c.o.c.k in your mouth, his come sliding over your tongue. To feed deeply from him as I pierce his body with my c.o.c.k, forcing screams of pleasure from his throat."

"Get him now," Jonathon growled. "Or I will f.u.c.k and feed from you here and now."

With a chuckle, Kain stepped away. A moment later, he had the man's hand in his, tugging the man close to him. Jonathon watched them, watched their bodies grind and move, c.o.c.ks rubbing through their pants. The man was muscular, and every muscle jumped and twitched as he moved, hips rocking hard against Kain's. Hunger surged quickly within Jonathon, needing to taste and touch.

"Name?" Jonathon whispered. He slid behind the man and pressed his body close. He met Kain's hand on the man's waist, their fingers entwining to hold their newfound toy.

"Jeremy," the man said. "You're real, both of you."

"We are," Kain said.

Before Jeremy could say another word, Kain descended on his mouth, tongue pushing inside. Jeremy groaned, his movements becoming hard and quick. Jonathon could hardly blame him. Kain's kiss had that effect-of making a man feel like he was going to come just from the kiss alone.

"Do you kill when you feed?" Jeremy asked when Kain moved his kisses lower. A hiss of breath followed a nip from Kain's teeth.

"No," Jonathon answered him. He turned Jeremy's head, wanting to taste that sweet mouth for himself. When Jeremy's tongue slid inside Jonathon's mouth, Jonathon groaned. He had not noticed the barbell in the man's tongue before.

"Now that is a beautiful sight," Kain whispered on their mouths.

Then a third tongue joined the kiss and Jonathon shuddered. He pulled abruptly away. They had to get out and now. Half an hour was a good walk, but it was worth it. Curling his fingers to two different hands, he pulled them both out of the club, not giving a d.a.m.n about the looks he might have gotten. He knew he looked hungry and desperate. G.o.d knew he certainly felt it.

By the time they reached the apartment, Jonathon was a wreck. It did not help matters when Kain had Jeremy pinned to the wall while Jonathon unlocked the door. He fumbled with the keys for a few minutes, too distracted by the sounds Jeremy was pushing into Kain's mouth as Kain's fingers deftly unfastened both of their pants. s.h.i.t, if he did not get those two into the house, Jonathon just knew they would be arrested for lewd behavior. When he got the door open, he grabbed them both, hauling them into the foyer and closing the door, making d.a.m.n sure to lock it.

"f.u.c.k me," Jeremy begged, breathless as Kain shoved him over the back of the couch, a.s.s in the air.

Kneeling on the cushion between Jeremy's legs, Kain tugged their pants down, sucked two fingers into his mouth, then pushed them deep inside Jeremy. Jonathon fell back against the wall, caught like a deer in headlights as Kain withdrew his fingers and spit on his palm. Seconds later, that thick c.o.c.k disappeared and Jeremy groaned, head falling forward as Kain thrust inside him. Lube. They were going to need lube. Lots of it.

Jonathon ran to the bedroom and dug through the bedside table drawer and came up with a near-empty bottle. f.u.c.k! He slammed the drawer shut and rounded the bed, heading for the dresser. If Kain bought a harness, then surely he bought other toys. Jonathon rummaged through one of Kain's drawers and grinned. Plugs in three different sizes, a couple of new d.i.l.d.os, and two bottles of Wet. Plucking one of the bottles and the medium-sized plug out of the drawer, he returned to the living room.

Kain and Jeremy had switched positions and Jeremy was now on his back on the couch, Kain on his knees on the floor, pounding Jeremy's a.s.s for all he was worth. Their mouths were locked together and Kain's back was bent at just the perfect angle. Jonathon moved behind Kain and popped the top on the bottle. He coated the plug in lube, then slid two slick fingers in Kain's a.s.s. Kain growled and his thrusts grew harder. When the kiss ended, Jeremy gripped the couch above his head tightly, grunting and groaning through every hard stroke Kain made.

Leaning forward to lick Kain's ear, Jonathon added another finger and spread all three apart. "Not sure which is hotter: watching your c.o.c.k slide in and out of that tight a.s.s, or spreading you open myself."

"Oh, f.u.c.k," Kain groaned. "Jonathon, please."

Jonathon chuckled and nipped Kain's ear, then pulled his fingers out. Positioning the plug, he waited until Kain made another thrust and then he pushed the plug in just as Kain pulled back out. Kain stiffened immediately, then snapped his hips forward, almost piledriving Jeremy into the couch. Jonathon kept his fingers on the base of the plug, shifting it inside Kain, knowing d.a.m.n well Kain would not be able to last much longer.

Sure enough, Jeremy shouted he was coming. As his c.o.c.k spurted and throbbed, Kain shoved b.a.l.l.s-deep inside him and grunted as he came. Watching it all, Jonathon was so hard, it f.u.c.king hurt. Kain turned his head and glared at Jonathon over his shoulder. Jonathon shivered, knowing that look for what it was.

"How quickly can you get it up?" Kain asked, looking back at Jeremy.

In-between ragged breaths, Jeremy laughed. "Gimme a few and I'll be hard as a rock, especially if I watch you two go at it."

"Good," Kain said. "Because we're going to f.u.c.k Jonathon into oblivion."

"Jonathon," Jeremy echoed. He looked at Kain. "So what's your name?"

"Kain Hart."

The look of recognition on Jeremy's face was unmistakable. "Oh, my G.o.d." He looked from Kain to Jonathon. "You're Jonathon Cayle!"

Jonathon laughed and nodded. "I am."

"Wow! Kain Hart is f.u.c.king real." A moan slipped from Jeremy's lips as Kain rocked against him. "Very real..."

Kain chuckled and pulled out of him, wincing and turning another glare on Jonathon. "So full of surprises," he said as he stood.

Jonathon swallowed hard, wondering how quickly he could make it to the bedroom. He absolutely refused to do anything on the couch. It always proved to be highly uncomfortable. He started backing up and Kain followed, almost stalking him. Glancing over at the couch, Jonathon saw Jeremy watching them intently, long fingers stroking a thick c.o.c.k. A person would have to be, well, dead to not feel the tension in the room jump about a thousand degrees.

"Going somewhere, love?" Kain asked.

Biting at his lower lip, Jonathon nodded slowly. "Bedroom."

"Oh?" An eyebrow lifted, teasing him.

"G.o.d, you two are f.u.c.king hot together," Jeremy said, inching his way towards them.

"Jeremy..." Kain said, never taking his eyes off of Jonathon.

"Yeah?"

"Get him."

s.h.i.t! Jonathon turned and hauled a.s.s to the bedroom, making it just to the bed when a strong arm caught him around his waist. A long, hard body tumbled to the bed with him, pinning him onto the mattress. Hot breath caressed his neck, whispers tickling his skin.

"Since you enjoy plugging things," Kain whispered, "then we will give you the ultimate one."

Jonathon managed to turn his head just enough to see Kain's eyes. "The ultimate one?"

Kain thrust against him, rocking that hard c.o.c.k across his own leather-covered a.s.s. "Two hard, thick c.o.c.ks," Kain growled, "in one tight hole, Jonathon. The two of us sliding in and out, stretching you open."

It was not often that Kain was able to render Jonathon speechless, but that did it. It was all Jonathon could think about, even when Kain's weight left him. To say he was f.u.c.ked now would have been the understatement of the century.

He rolled over and undressed as quickly as possible, fingers fumbling as he watched Kain feed, fangs sinking into pale flesh. Jeremy gasped and shuddered, clinging to Kain's shoulders.

When Kain was done, he healed the wound then turned to Jonathon. Jonathon slid back on the bed as Kain crawled onto it. Grabbing an ankle in each hand, Kain tugged him down and crushed their mouths together. Jonathon groaned and tangled his fingers in Kain's hair, deepening the kiss. Feeling hands stroke the insides of his thighs, he spread his legs, pushing a startled squeal into Kain's mouth as his c.o.c.k was enveloped in slick heat.

"Lube's in the bedside table drawer, Jeremy," Kain said as he pulled away from Jonathon's lips. "We're both f.u.c.king him."

"Oh, f.u.c.k yes."