Night found him standing outside the Last Drop. Now that he'd established that he wanted to live only to realize that the reason he'd wanted it didn't want him, Gill was torn. Maybe it would be nice for it to just be over once and for all... and maybe he couldn't even have that anymore. Either way, the mortal sighed and sat down on the curb to see if anyone was interested in some used goods. He had nowhere else to go.

John wasn't much for the vampire bar scene. With his charm and looks he had no problem whatsoever meeting someone in the most public of mortal places. Tonight, however, the bartender's scent had continued to haunt him and he found himself returning to the Last Drop. He could no longer find Merlin's intoxicating aroma in the air for some strange reason, but that didn't deter him. He was near desperate to taste him. The only thing that made him falter in his tracks was the memory of the very angry, very protective older vampire who would have surely ripped him to shreds. He paused, wondering if he should leave when he spotted a rather pretty little morsel waiting outside the bar. "What's a lovely boy like you doing out here all alone?" John asked, approaching Gill.

"Breathing. Kinda weird, actually," Gill answered without any hint of sarcasm. The guy looking down at him was hot, actually. If he hadn't been busy feeling like his heart had been crushed like a bug and wondering why he was even still walking, Gill probably would have been a lot nicer. "Want something? Because otherwise I'm gonna get back to that." He didn't care if the man wanted him or not. He'd give him blood or whatever else he wanted if the guy asked because it didn't matter, but he sure as hell wasn't interested in throwing himself at anyone.

There was... something different about this mortal. Not in the same way as the bar's alluring bartender, but... different all the same. What was it about this small town drawing in so many intoxicating temptations? John didn't question it further even if the phenomena did arouse his curiosity. "Well, I wouldn't mind a little company," he admitted, sidling even closer to Gill. The mortal was even more lovely than when the vampire first glimpsed him. "If you're up for it, that is." John's smile was dazzling, and one that normally left those he was interested in melting for him. "I can promise you'll have the time of your life."

The line earned an indelicate bark of laughter from Gill, but he rose to join the man just the same. "You gonna take me in and buy me a drink, or is this a quick fuck in a dark corner kind of a situation?" he asked without any obvious preference for either. In the end, what did it really matter? They could have a drink, dance, pretend it mattered, but did it? Did any of it? Gill tried to shake off the morose mood and nodded toward the door. "If you like me enough to try those lines, you probably like me enough to at least get me a shot or two... set the mood."

If Gill hadn't have been so hot, John might not have bothered. It had been a while since he'd last had to chase after a mortal. And the vampire wasn't about to start now. He peered at Gill, reaching out and stroking his fingers down one side of that lovely face. "You don't need a drink," he said seductively. "You want to come home with me, don't you?" John's lips were only inches away from Gill's, teasing and drawing him in with the glamour. "You want me, and there's nothing you'll say to no to, right?"

And just like that the sick feeling in his stomach was gone. Gill felt it dissolve in a heartbeat, and suddenly he found himself staring at a gorgeous man. How had he not noticed how gorgeous the man was? He didn't even know his name, but he knew he couldn't remember ever wanting someone quite so much. Gill groaned and leaned into the gentle touch of John's hand. "Let's go back to your place. Need you," he whispered, already pressing himself against John. It almost sounded like too much to wait until they got back to wherever John was staying, but he was pretty sure somebody would call the cops if he asked the guy to fuck him right there on the curb.

John smiled, easing back without losing contact with the tempting mortal. "That's a good boy," he purred, holding Gill's gaze. "Just let all those troubles melt away and let me take care of you." The vampire's other hand snaked around to press against the small of Gill's back, crushing their bodies together. He teased that luscious mouth, not quite touching as he let the younger man drown in his presence. Finally he kissed him, a slow, devouring kiss that would leave Gill completely breathless and aching for more. John licked at his mouth, then led him toward his car; a shiny red convertible. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he properly introduced himself, "I'm John, what's your name?"

"Gill," the boy answered without hesitation. He reached a hand out and laid it on the other man's thigh. He couldn't keep himself from touching the vampire. He was gorgeous, absolutely amazing. A low groan escaped Gill's throat as he thought of crawling into John's lap and kissing him until he couldn't catch his breath anymore. "You live close? Need you..." He didn't know why he wanted John with such desperate force, but he did. Every ounce of desire he'd failed to feel at the idea of Arthur's touch the night before was racing through his veins for John.

"It's not far," John assured him. It excited him to find how easy Gill was to glamor. He glanced down at the warm hand resting on his thigh, reaching for it and pressing it against his swelling crotch. Proud of his extraordinary girth, John wanted to give Gill a taste of what he had to look forward to. "Gill, huh? Pretty name for a pretty boy." His condo was further into town, which made the anticipation of getting the mortal alone that much sweeter. "Tell me; do you hang out at the club often?"

Gill let out a soft sound of pleasure as he unashamedly felt the other man up. "Yeah, all the time," he agreed without any hesitation or shame. "Don't like being at home. Besides, I like getting bitten, so... makes sense." Normally Gill would have been at least a little more reserved, but he found that whatever filter usually held him back was gone. "Can I suck you off while we drive?" he asked abruptly.

Gill was the hottest little fang-banger John had ever encountered, and he was more than willing to indulge him. He unbuttoned his pants, opened the zipper and fished out his massive arousal without taking his other hand off the steering wheel. "It's all yours, beautiful," the vampire purred. Grabbing the back of Gill's head, he pulled the boy forward until his face was buried in his groin.

Gill gladly licked the head of the beautiful cock in front of his face. He parted his lips and dipped down, John's length filling his mouth. His jaw began to ache almost at once, but he didn't stop. The desire was overwhelming, consuming him like nothing he'd ever felt before. Gill needed to feel John's cock bumping against the back of his throat. He needed to take it all, couldn't wait to have the man fucking him even though he'd known him for a grand total of ten minutes.

"Your mouth's so fucking sweet, baby," John praised, awed by how eagerly Gill devoured his swollen cock. Those silky lap wrapped around his girth sent shivers of pleasure coursing through the vampire, who nearly lost control of the car. Tamping his speed, he reached down and tangled his fingers in Gill's blond hair. John groaned, unable to resist the urge to thrust up into that warm, wet space. He was utterly heedless of choking the boy, especially when Gill wanted it so much. If the mortal's mouth felt this amazing, then he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to fuck him.

Gill didn't protest. He choked slightly as John pushed back toward the back of his throat; he couldn't stop himself. But he took it all the next time John's hips moved. He could feel the car speeding along and hoped they were almost there. It was too far, too long, and eventually Gill pulled off with a low groan. "Can we... we stop somewhere? Need you," he murmured, tongue trailing along the man's stiff cock again.

"Yeah, we... we can do that," John replied, clearly shaken by the intense pleasure he was receiving. He pulled off the road, and found a secluded little spot amongst the trees. Shutting off the car, the vampire gave Gill his full attention. "Back seat?" he suggested, manhandling the mortal before he had a chance to react. John swarmed all over Gill, devouring his mouth with a forcefulness that was almost frightening.

Gill didn't protest in the slightest, his body surging up against John's. He was desperate, hungry for anything that John was willing to give him as they shifted together. His lips parted, and he tried to taste everything at once, to devour John the way he wanted the vampire to devour him. He needed it. There was something itching at the back of his mind, something he didn't want to remember, and Gill knew that somehow John could push it away for him.
John wrenched at Gill's clothing until the mortal was resplendently naked beneath him. Salivating at the sight of him, the vampire lunged forward and closed his lips around a plump nipple while, at the same time, closing his hand around Gill's thick cock. As he nursed, he stroked, wanting to hear the alluring fang-banger moan with desire. "Don't hold back," John murmured against his chest. "Touch me, want me..." His tongue swirled around the stiff bud before drawing his attention to the other. "I'm yours tonight..."

Gill nodded and thrust hard up against John's body. "Want you to fuck me... want you... inside me... god, fuck..." His fingers were fisted in John's hair, and nothing seemed like enough. The man's words combined with the glamour had left Gill a writhing ball of need. He could think of nothing but how badly he wanted to be claimed utterly and completely by the man. His cock leaked steadily as he rubbed himself unashamedly against John to get at least a touch of friction. "Want you to fuck me... drink me... be yours... just yours..."

John hadn't truly realized how thirsty he was until Gill started to plead to be fucked and bitten. His fangs appeared as he gazed down at the mortal, who was beautifully flushed with arousal. "I'll give you everything you need," he promised, swiping his tongue across Gill's throat. John wrenched himself free of the boy with a groan, peeling off his own clothing until he was as naked and wanting as Gill. His prodigious length jutted out before him, and he relished the raw lust that darkened Gill's eyes at the sight of it. "Is this what you want?" he purred, teasing him.

"Yes," Gill answered, already reaching out to give John a long stroke that just made him hotter. The man had an amazing cock. The fact that taking it was likely to hurt without some proper lubrication didn't matter in the moment. Desire clouded out every other thought in Gill's mind as he shifted to wrap his legs around John's thighs. "Want it now... c'mon... want you..."

The glamor would not have had such a potent effect if Gill wasn't so naturally needy. It thrilled John, who shuddered in the mortal's heated grasp. "Alright, pretty, you can have it... you can have anything you want." Tugging himself free with a groan, the vampire eased back and grasped Gill's ankles. Lifting his legs and bending them back, John was afforded an unfettered view of the boy's mouthwatering backside. "Sweet, sweet butt..." He dove in, nipping at the firm round cheeks before swabbing his tongue over the trench and playing at Gill's twitching opening.

Gill groaned, obviously pleased at John's indulgence. The long, sure swipes of the man's tongue were delicious in and of themselves, but even better was the thought that they would prepare him to take every inch of John. "Yeah, open me up," Gill murmured, swimming in pleasure and totally lost in the glamour.

John went wild, lavishing Gill's writhing body with wickedly focused attention. His long tongue drilled inside the mortal's tight ring, stretching him open with his skilled oral muscle alone. Gill smelled incredible and tasted even better. The way the boy moved sinuously beneath him was a massive turn-on for the vampire, who relished the feverish heat radiating off Gill's frame. Drawing back after a long moment, John planted a decadent kiss on Gill's panting mouth before slowly easing a finger into his twitching opening.

Gill's hips were immediately pressing back and trying to take every last bit he could of the wriggling digit. They were just starting, but it still didn't feel like enough. It still didn't seem like nearly enough to have the man's hands on him, enough to feel his body slowly stretching to accommodate the touch. "God, I want you inside me. I want you..." He didn't care if he looked or sounded desperate because desperate was precisely what he felt like.

"You're beautiful like this," John whispered, pressing kisses along each of Gill's quivering inner thighs. "So hot and bothered. Bet you'd like to get dirty, wouldn't you?" If the mortal's reaction to his glamour was anything to go by, then the answer to his question was most definitely an affirmative. Breaching Gill's grasping ring with a second finger, the vampire began to scissor and saw his way deeper inside, effectively stretching him open. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard," John promised, swiping his tongue along Gill's flexing cock. "Then, when we get back to my place, we'll do it all over again."

"Yeah... please? Can't wait anymore, baby. Just do it. Just fuck me," Gill pleaded as he felt John's cool lips against his skin, the man's tongue on his cock. "Gonna cum, and I want you inside me when I cum. I want to feel you fucking me when I finally cum." He didn't care where they went or what John wanted to do with him, he just cared about the man doing everything he needed in the moment. Gill never had been good at anything but indulgence, taking what he needed when he needed it.

Although it was mostly the glamour talking, hearing those words spilling from Gill's lovely mouth turned John on wildly. "Mmm, what a hot little slut you are," the vampire groaned approvingly. He was already shifting himself into position, taking himself in hand and teasing the mortal's puckered rosebud with the tip of his enormous cock. With a tortuous pace John began to ease his way inside the grasping furnace of Gill's eager little ass. The slick walls closed around him at once, alternately drawing him in and trying to expel him. "That's it... take it... take my cock..." Inch after inch sank into Gill's body until the older man was completely buried inside of the boy. John didn't allow Gill a moment to get used to the intrusion, instead he began to thrust with a hearty groan of pleasure.

Gill didn't want slow and sweet. He needed raw and hot and immediate, and John was giving him exactly that. As he desperately worked his hips to keep up with the pace, Gill let his eyes close. He found his focus drifting unconsciously to memory. The change only intensified his desire, and Gill moaned, "Fuck.. Mike, fuck me," without ever noticing that he'd used the wrong name.

John found himself lost in pleasure from the increasingly needy mortal, whose body seemed to fairly swallow his aching cock inside. He was so far-gone, in fact, that he only vaguely heard another man's name spilling from Gill's panting mouth. When realization slammed into the vampire, his thrusts paused and an expression of anger seized his handsome features. He smacked the boy's face harshly, growling, "John. My name is John. Say it. Say my name, you little slut!"

Though he looked half-confused, Gill answered, "John," his ears ringing with the force of the blow. Only as his head began to clear did he realize what he'd said. He'd been thinking about Mike. Just like with Arthur... just like before he... He'd been trying to forget Mike. //Guess that didn't work very well.// The mortal let out a whine and wrapped his legs around John's hips as best he could in the close quarters. "Fuck me, John... fuck me harder," he pleaded, desperate to make it up to the man and not be left on his own again.

"That's it... that's a good boy," John purred, kissing the angry red mark his hand print had left behind. His glamour had been so powerful that the vampire would have sworn that Gill had gotten off on the abuse. //Interesting...// Thrusting harder, faster, John pumped his massive cock into the mortal's willing body. Each stroke over the boy's sweet spot enriched his scent, driving the wildly aroused undead creature even crazier. His hand dove into Gill's hair, which had grown warm and damp with exertion, his fingers carding in the silken threads. With a growl, he wrenched Gill's head to the side exposing his throat. John offered his neck a long, teasing lick. "Do you still want me to bite you? Drink you? Hmm?"

With every second, Gill was getting closer to climax, and he knew that a bite would finish him. The touch of John's tongue alone left him shuddering. "Yes! Yes... fuck, yes... yes, bite me... drink..." His hips worked feverishly to keep John moving inside him even as the man's attention shifted somewhat. He needed something or someone who could help him obliterate Mike from his mind. The vampire didn't really want him, hadn't wanted him before and certainly wouldn't want him now. Gill didn't even know what he was, but he doubted it was anything good. "Please?"

"Such a dirty little boy," he purred, churning his hips and driving forcefully against Gill's prostate. "Since you asked so sweetly, of course I'll drink you..." John's fangs appeared, glinting in the moonlight. Kissing Gill's panting mouth until the mortal was gasping for air, the vampire broke contact only to lunge forward and latch his mouth on that tempting throat. Slicing into the sensitive flesh, blood poured over his lips... It was different and not at all what he had expected to taste. There was something... off about it.

Utterly unaware that anything was strange, Gill arched and cried out his pleasure. It was exactly what he'd needed. The sharp edge of pain combined with the blissful pleasure of John's cock rubbing against his prostate unraveled the boy perfectly. He came hard and bucked up against the vampire's cool, muscular form as his cock pulsed between them. Not even the cramped quarters of the back seat did anything to take the edge off that delicious moment.

John drew back with a gasp, his mouth ringed with blood as Gill shuddered through a devastating climax. Hot seed splashed against him, and any strangeness about the taste of the boy momentarily dissipated as Gill flared around his pistoning length. The vampire thrust harder, faster, nearly shaking the back seat of his convertible loose with the force of his desire. He came with a suddenness that surprised him, trembling violently as his swollen cock burst with ecstasy deep inside the mortal's willing body.

By the time they were both spent, Gill was gasping for breath. "Still wanna take me home?" he panted hopefully. After the slip up, Gill knew he was probably on thin ice, but he didn't want to be alone. "Still a lot of fun we can have together..." His hands ran up over the vampire's bare back. "I'll do anything you want."

John was still reeling from the devastating climax, as well as the lingering taste of Gill's blood. His fangs retracted as he gazed down at the wanton mortal, his curiosity suitably piqued. "Of course," he replied, pleased over the boy's hunger for him. "I'm not ready to give you up just yet." //Besides, I want to find out what's so different about you...// John leaned forward again, nipping at Gill's kiss-swollen mouth before licking it.

Elsewhere, Mike haunted the darkened streets more than walked them. His grief was like a crushing weight, threatening to debilitate him. How could he feel such sorrow over someone he'd barely known? In one night he had fallen hard for Gill, and the thought of never seeing again brought on another deep pang of sadness and regret. Then, the oddest thing happened. Mike smelled Gill. It had happened once before, when he and Damien were heading to his apartment. Mike had passed it off as a figment of his imagination. But now, there was the mortal's aroma again, and the vampire knew it wasn't just wishful thinking. A blur of supernatural speed, Mike raced toward the source of the scent, and came to a halt beside a convertible parked off-road. There, in the backseat with another vampire, was Gill. Mike simply could not believe his eyes. "Gill?" he whispered.

Gill scrambled back from John, his gaze moving to the window. Mike wasn't the only one stunned. He stared at the Asian vampire as if he was sure to turn out to be a mirage, a figment of his hopeful imagination. He'd seen the man earlier, after all, going off with someone else. But there he was. Gill's hear lurched in his chest, and before he could even consider how his companion might react, Gill lunged for the door, opening it and throwing his arms around Mike's neck. He knew he smelled like sex and blood, but he didn't care. Maybe Mike didn't really want to see him at all, had just recognized him and reacted. But... but even then, Gill knew he wouldn't regret holding him for just a few seconds more. "I waited... I waited, and you didn't come and..." The memory of the pain and fear, of pleading for mercy for the first time, rushed back in an instant.

"How?" Mike whispered, embracing Gill and holding onto him as if the mortal might disappear. "How is this even possible? You were... dead." He finally drew back and gazed searchingly into Gill's eyes. It was a miracle, even if Mike didn't believe in them. His eyes swam with blood as tears began to well and threatened to spill over. "I... found you in the alley, and... you were gone. I buried you... I buried you with my own hands." Mike was openly shaking, uncertain of anything and everything.

John wasn't particularly thrilled over his glamour seemingly breaking, nor the irritating interruption. Then, he watched the scene with a sort of strange amusement only to find himself growing more curious over the other vampire's statement. //Dead, now alive again?// Did that explain the strange taste of Gill's blood? Leaping from the back seat of his car, John reached for the boy's arm and wrenched him away from Mike. "This is all very touching," be broke in, "but if you hadn't noticed, we're busy right now."

"We're not," Gill argued, "not anymore." It had been Mike. Mike had found him, taken care of him in the only way anyone could have. His heart swelled at the thought, at the realization that the vampire hadn't actually abandoned him the way he'd feared. Feeling John's arms biting in harder to his arm, Gill wheeled. His back to Mike, there was an immediate change to the mortal's eyes. The irises went from vibrant blue to inky black. "Let go."

John had never been one to give up his prey. But something about Gill suddenly... frightened him. The way in which his gaze suddenly darkened and became threatening. "Fine, go ahead," he relented, letting go of the... mortal's?... arm. "You're only good for a fuck anyway." John shoved Gill back toward Mike, and turned on his heel, getting back into his convertible. He tossed the boy's clothes out onto the street before revving the engine and taking off into the night.

Mike, still reeling from the discovery that Gill was alive, embraced him again. "That's not true; what he said. You're so much more than that." Caressing his hair, the Asian vampire drew back and gazed in awe at Gill. "I... still can't believe it. You're really here, aren't you? I'm not just dreaming this?"

Eyes normal once again, Gill looked back at Mike with the same sort of fascination. "Yeah. I... don't get it. I woke up and... and I dug my way out and..." He shook his head and ducked away to grab his clothing, pulling his jeans on to make himself decent in the event that anyone else happened by. "I didn't know it was you... that you... were the one who... who buried me." The thought made Gill shudder, and he pressed himself into Mike's arms again. "I thought you weren't gonna come back."

"When I thought you were... gone, I've never felt so lost," Mike whispered into Gill's hair. He smelled a little different, but the same rich aroma was there. "My sire found me and he was worried, so he took me home." The Asian vampire shuddered, the grief still raw despite Gill being in his arms again. "I'm glad he did, but... if I'd known you..." He couldn't bear the thought of Gill waking up in the ground and having to claw his way out. It was normal for a vampire, but for a mortal it had to be terrifying. "I'm sorry, Gill... You were dead, and I didn't know what else to do."

Gill actually laughed against Mike's neck. "Your sire... I saw the two of you, I just thought..." It had been stupid, but he'd been so hurt and so scared already that it had seemed inevitable that Mike had already found someone else. The vampire's cool skin and the night air made Gill shiver, but he didn't want to stop holding the man long enough to get his shirt on again. "I don't know what happened. I don't know why I'm..." He swallowed, not daring to look at the man's face as he whispered, "Can I stay with you? Please?"

"Of course." Mike wouldn't have had it any other way. If he were honest about it, he was actually scared to let Gill out of his sight again. He'd failed the mortal once, and he wasn't about to do it again. When he drew back to gaze into Gill's eyes again, he noticed the angry red hand mark blemishing his face. "Did he hurt you?" It was a stupid question. Mike could recognize the signs of a glamour. If he hadn't found Gill, there was no telling what that other vampire might have done to him. Almost at once, Mike pierced a finger with his fangs and smeared the blood over Gill's cheek. The results were instantaneous; the mark disappeared.

Though Gill had hardly noticed the pain, he found an immediate relief when it disappeared. "That's better," he assured, still keeping as close to Mike as he could. "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry I was so stupid," he whispered, eyes locked on his own feet. If he hadn't been so rash, hadn't assumed the worst the night before, things might've been different. He wouldn't have been with Arthur, wouldn't have died, would never have let John touch him. Gill rubbed the back of his arms with his hands and felt the overwhelming shame of his own weakness welling up. His parents were right - he was useless.

"No, you weren't," Mike said, embracing Gill that much tighter. "I'm sorry I was so late. I couldn't wait to see you again, but..." He trailed off, flashing back on the horrific memory of finding the mortal drained of blood and discarded in the alley. Mike shuddered, closing his eyes as if to push the images out of his mind. "Gill, you don't have to ever go back to the club," he was firm on the matter. "Just stay with me, please? I'll give you anything you want." The Asian vampire meant it even if it did sound crazy. He and Gill barely knew each other, and yet he couldn't let him go--not again. Mike tipped Gill's chin up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Gill melted against the other man. When their lips parted again, he nodded. "I want to. I want to stay with you." Realistically, he knew that Mike would probably tire of him - more likely sooner than later - but he wanted every second he could have. "Can we go now? Little chilly," he finally admitted, "and I could use a shower." With the glamour broken, he felt sick over the idea that he'd let the man touch him, order his affections so easily. He had wanted to forget, so he'd given into the glamour with gusto. "I don't anybody but you touching me. I know you might need, y'know... more sometimes, but... I won't go with anybody else, I promise." It was a promise he had never made to anyone else or even thought of making.

"Hey, it's alright," Mike soothed, brushing his fingers through Gill's warm, damp hair. "Don't worry. Let's get you home." Without even waiting for a reaction, the Asian vampire effortlessly gathered the mortal up in his arms and carried him with supernatural speed back to his apartment. Once inside, Mike gently set Gill down on the sofa and turned on a light. As he turned back to look at him, Mike still couldn't believe that Gill was really there and not a ghost. He fixed him a glass of water before quickly texting Damien to let him know he wouldn't be back tonight. "I know you want to take a shower," he murmured, sinking down beside Gill. "But can I hold you for a little while longer?"

"Yeah." Gill swallowed hard and took a few gulping swallows of water before setting it aside and curling up tight against Mike instead. The vampire's cool flesh might not have offered any physical warmth, but it warmed the mortal from the inside out just the same. He hadn't realized how desperately he needed the closeness until he had it. Tears threatened again, and Gill fought them back. "I didn't think I'd see you again. When I woke up, I didn't know what was happening, why... I still don't know." He sighed and rested his forehead on Mike's neck, his arms winding around the vampire's waist. "What's wrong with me?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Mike countered, soaking in the warmth of Gill's body. "You're back and that's all that matters to me." The guilt he felt over leaving Gill buried threatened to crush him. If he had had any idea... No, he couldn't think about that now. Especially when there was simply no explaining Gill's resurrection. "I'm serious about you staying here with me," he affirmed, caressing Gill's arm. "This is your home now." After another long moment of embracing the mortal, Mike urged him off the sofa and led him into the bathroom. "Are you hungry? I could get you something while you're in the shower."

"Yeah... that would be good," Gill agreed after a second's hesitation. "Maybe... maybe tomorrow I'll go get my stuff." It was just a few articles of clothing and some cds, but if he was going to be gone from home, he wanted it to be a clean break. He couldn't imagine going back there after everything had happened. The idea made him edgy. He opened his mouth to ask Mike if he was sure but decided that he wouldn't be able to take it if Mike changed his mind anyway. Shutting up instead, Gill drifted into the bathroom that was a lot nicer than the truck stop he'd used to get himself decently clean earlier in the day. The hot water and soap that smelled of Mike combined to soothe away the aches - both mental and physical - for at least a few minutes. By the time Gill emerged, he felt a million times more relaxed and wrapped a towel around his waist instead of putting his dirty clothes back on as he padded out of the bathroom.

Although he loathed the idea of leaving Gill again, Mike forced himself to make a quick trip to an all-night fast food joint which had opened near The Last Drop. Hamburger, onion rings and a soda would have to do for tonight. At least until he could go shopping. It felt good taking care of someone, especially when that someone happened to be Gill. He continued to find himself in a state of confused awe over the mortal's return. But it was such a gift to have Gill back that Mike didn't want to question it out of fear of something else happening. When he returned, the Asian vampire had to bite back a groan of desire finding the mortal glistening wet and wearing only a towel. "I... I hope you like this," he faltered, setting the drink and the bag of food down.

"I'm not a picky eater," Gill assured. He sat down and dug into the fast food with apparent relish. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until he saw the food. It tasted absolutely amazing on an empty stomach, and Gill realized only after that he was being a little rude. "Thank you. Really. This is perfect. Guess I was pretty hungry. I hadn't eaten since... uh..." He gestured vaguely without really illustrating what he meant, but they both knew. Since he died. "I don't know what happened. I don't. One minute I was passing out, then I was underground." Gill continued eating though at a slightly more measured pace. "It doesn't make sense."

Mike sank down on the floor, simply enjoying watching Gill eat. When he brought up the subject of his resurrection again, Mike couldn't help but frown. "I know, it doesn't," he agreed, reaching out to caress Gill's leg with a soothing touch. "I've never heard of anyone coming back the way you did." Indeed, the more he thought about it, the more strange the whole incident became. "Maybe we can look into it. But not tonight. Tonight, I'm just grateful to have you back." He smiled softly, adding, "We barely know each other, and I'm absolutely crazy about you."

"Crazy for being crazy about me," Gill corrected, though he was smiling right back. He didn't get the idea of anyone being attached to him. The people who were supposed to be - his family - certainly hadn't ever felt that way. If Mike hadn't found him, the honest truth was that his body might have gone entirely unclaimed. He didn't have a license or anything else to prove his identity, and his family would never have looked if he suddenly disappeared. //They won't look,// he corrected himself. "So maybe you should get to know me a little. I mean, what d'ya want to know? I show you mine, you show me yours, all that crap. I want to know too."

"Well, since I became a vampire, I haven't thought much about my old life," Mike confessed, still caressing Gill's leg. "Before I was in high school, played football, sang and danced in glee club..." He glanced up, continuing, "Tonight, I ran into one of my old classmates." Mike decided to forgo telling Gill that he fed from Finn. He didn't want the mortal to think he'd chosen someone else, even if it was only a matter of sating his thirst. "It was strange... all those memories. I'd pretty much closed the door on them." Smiling softly, he glanced up at Gill. "Damien, my sire, always warned me about getting involved with mortals. He's probably going to be very angry with me, but I can't help wanting you here with me."

Gill paled and looked worried at that bit of news. "He could make you throw me out," he observed, biting his lip. A word from Mike's sire, an order, and the man might not have any choice but to comply. "If he... if he really doesn't like it..." The comfortable sense of certainty that Gill had been feeling was slipping away all at once.

As if on cue, Mike's cell phone buzzed, notifying him that he had a text from Damien: WANT ME TO COME TO U? U SHDNT BE ALONE

Mike immediately texted back: I'M OK. I HAVE COMPANY.

He hoped that would be enough to satisfy Damien. "Don't worry," the Asian vampire assured Gill, "he doesn't need to know you're here." Tossing the phone on the coffee table, Mike straightened and made room to sit beside the mortal on the sofa. He draped an arm across Gill's shoulders, offering him a gentle squeeze. "Besides, I couldn't give you up now even if I tried." Leaning in closer, Mike pressed a soft kiss to his new lover's cheek. "God, I still can't believe you're really here. I can't even begin to understand how it happened, but I'm glad that it did."

Gill curled in at Mike's side with a sigh of pleasure. He let himself relax even if nothing had changed. If Mike's sire found out, he could still be in trouble, could still be thrown out alone with no support. But for now he had Mike, and they were together and he could pretend it was fine. The apartment was a comfortable temperature, and Gill barely noticed as the towel began to slip away. "Don't want you to give up." Most people did. They gave up on him quickly and thoroughly. Somehow he had to find a way to convince Mike that he was worth hanging onto.

Damien considered the text for a moment. He was surprised that Mike had picked someone else up but pleased at the same time. It was a good sign. Maybe seeing Finn had whet his appetite. He quickly typed out CALL IF U NEED ME and relaxed back into the unkempt bed. Maybe the worst was past. Maybe his family was going to hold together after all.

Mike nuzzled Gill's freshly washed hair, which smelled sweet from a combination of his natural aroma and his own shampoo. "That makes two of us," he murmured, pressing tender kisses down along one ear. Another scent hit him--rich and musky--and Mike glanced down to notice that Gill's towel had freed itself. Framed in dark golden curls which still glistened from the shower was Gill's mouthwatering cock and balls. Being a vampire and possessing a heightened state of arousal, Mike couldn't help himself despite not wanting to take advantage of his new lover. Without even realizing it, his elegant fingers settled on Gill's thigh, caressing him. "I'm sorry you were glamoured tonight," he said, his voice low and seductive. "And I'm even more sorry I wasn't there for you."

"S'okay. I'm fine," Gill assured, his breath already catching at the seductive caress. "Better than fine now that I'm here." It honestly didn't matter anymore what had happened with John in the car. He'd let himself be glamoured, had given in without a fight because he'd felt so lost and hopeless. "Just glad you still want me... that you want me here..." A smile turned the corners of Gill's lips upward, and he shifted, pressing himself into Mike's touch. "It's weird how much I like you. It's like... I dunno. It's like we... fit."

"I know what you mean," Mike replied, nuzzling Gill's cheek. He smelled wonderful, although there was something different beneath the rich aroma. Something the Asian vampire could not quite put his finger on. It wasn't unpleasant... just puzzling. Mike filed it away, focusing instead on Gill and luxuriating in the other man's presence. "Last night... when we were together... I could feel it." His palm, warmed from Finn's blood, closed around Gill's swelling arousal. "It's crazy, like you said..." He stroked long and tenderly, adding, "but I feel like we're meant to be together."
Gill nodded, though he was quickly losing the ability to speak coherently as Mike stroked him languidly. As far as he was concerned, what happened with John earlier didn't count. His body had been involved, but his mind hadn't been engaged. He'd been withdrawn into himself to hide from what he really wanted. Now he had precisely what he wanted. "Need you. I do. I need you." Whether it was crazy or not, he was falling hard for the kind, seductive, beautiful vampire whose blood-warmed hands were currently driving him toward the edge.

"I need you too," Mike whispered, relishing the sensation of Gill pulsing in his grasp. Barely an hour ago, he despaired over never being able to touch Gill again. Now, here he was, flushed and pressed tightly against him. And Mike was not about to let him go again. "In fact, I think I know what we both need." With his free hand, the Asian vampire deftly stripped out of his own clothing, and then straddled Gill's lap. He shivered as he teased the glistening tip of Gill's cock along his ass. "Want you to fuck me..." The raw desire thickening his throat was shocking. "...please?"

"Anything," Gill answered firmly. He wouldn't have said no whatever Mike asked for, but that particular option sounded amazing. John hadn't been particularly gentle earlier, and as badly as he wanted to be taken by Mike again, now wasn't the time. If the vampire really meant it about them staying together, there would be other times and other opportunities. He prayed there would be. With a sigh, Gill stretched up to find Mike's lips, kissing him hungrily. "Got some lube someplace? Don't wanna hurt you."

Mike didn't want to move. He loathed the idea of losing even a fraction of the wonderful contact. With an audible groan, the Asian vampire stole one more kiss before scrambling off Gill's lap. He was a blur of supernatural speed as he retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedroom and returned before his lover had a chance to blink twice. "Miss me?" Mike teased, resuming his position. He reached for Gill's hand, pouring a generous amount of the fluid onto his fingers. "Now then, where were we?"

"Right here," Gill answered, chuckling at the vampire's eagerness, at how easy it was for them to be together despite how strange things had gotten. Maybe sometimes things did happen for a reason. Maybe life wasn't just a serious of ridiculous things that sucked. Gill didn't really care either way so long as he got to hang onto Mike as long as possible. His fingers searched for the right spot, finding it blindly, one finger sliding in with ease almost at once. Mike was desperate and relaxed and wanting, and the thought of that drew a low groan from the mortal.

Mike's hands clamped down on Gill's shoulders as his lover's digit began to effortlessly quest inside of him. "I've missed this," he whispered, his eyes darkening with passion. "Missed you... so much..." The pleasure was exquisite, but the contact with Gill's body was even sweeter. He trembled, unable to control the urge to thrust against that long, thick finger. Why wasn't this wrong? By all accounts their being together was insane. They barely knew each other, and yet nearly losing Gill had all but destroyed Mike. He kissed him, deeply and hungrily. Desperation and desire fueled the Asian vampire's actions as he reached between them and closed his hand around Gill's straining arousal. He stroked him languidly, relishing the feel of him, the scent of his lust.

"Mike... fuck..." He knew it wasn't romantic, but Mike hadn't minded his dirty mouth before. Carefully Gill inserted another finger and stretched them apart, prying Mike open a bit more with every movement. "Love the way you feel inside and out." He didn't care what the configuration was, but he knew he wanted to spend as much of the rest of his life as possible being with Mike and learning everything that made him feel good. He prayed that Mike's sire didn't get mad, didn't make him leave. He didn't want that, couldn't tolerate it. "Don't wanna leave you again."

"Not... gonna... let... you," Mike grunted, his body writhing sinuously as he rode Gill's questing fingers. He looped his arms around the blond's neck, embracing him as pleasure wracked his undead frame. His cock, achingly bloated with Finn's borrowed blood, twitched hungrily for attention. "I've never... wanted anyone... as much... as you..." he confessed, whispering close to Gill's ear. Another deep groan and a violent shiver. Mike didn't want to rush the moment, but he was growing ever more desperate to feel Gill inside of him. "You can... have me... any way... you want..."

"Then lemme watch you," Gill answered as he slowly withdrew his fingers and shifted Mike's hips just slightly so that his cock was aligned with the entrance to the man's body instead. "Let me watch you ride me." The way Mike moved watching him doing anything was just this side of an erotic show, but the image of him swiveling his hips and thrusting like something right out of a porno was too much to pass up on. He needed Mike in every way possible, but that definitely sounded like a nice place to start.

Mike very nearly whimpered in protest when Gill's wonderful fingers left his body. Only his lover's heated words soothed him, and the Asian vampire was nodding eagerly. Taking Gill in hand, he slowly lowered himself down. "Yes, oh... god... yes," he hissed, shivering at the brush of the heated crown against his aching opening. Inch after inch sank inside, and Mike relished the burning stretch of Gill's peerless cock splitting him open. He shivered and groaned, not stopping until the other man was buried completely inside of his grasping channel. "There... fuck, yes... oh god..." Mike's eyes flashed with pure bliss as his gaze locked with Gill's. "Never thought... I'd get to... feel you again..."

"Y'can feel me anytime you want now, baby," Gill assured. The feeling of the beautiful vampire riding him was almost too good. For a moment Gill wondered if he wasn't still dead, if he was in his own sort of heaven. But the first moments of pain after he'd come back recurred with stunning clarity, and he knew better. It was real. Gently Gill's hands rubbed up over Mike's smooth back. He stared openly at the view of that muscular form moving over him while Mike's tight ass squeezed his cock like a velvet-covered vice. "Not leaving unless you want me to." Gill knew that the vampire could do better. He'd have his choice of anyone he wanted at the club. //And he wants me.// Gill smiled and stretched upward to try and find the man's lips to kiss him.

Mike groaned into the heated kiss, shuddering as Gill's thick cock brushing over his sweet spot had a potent effect on his undead body. "Never... never want you to... leave," he gasped against his lover's sinfully sweet mouth. Pleasure was heightened for vampires, and even the slightest caress of Gill's fingers left Mike aching and whimpering for more. His movements were poetry in motion, his hips churning gracefully as he rode Gill with an increasing sense of desperation. His own rigid length glistened as precum drooled from the flaring tip. "No one's... ever made me... feel this way," he gasped against panting lips. "No one..."

Gill wondered what Mike's sire would think about that, but he knew not everyone kept up with their sire, nor every sire with their children. The truth was that it wouldn't change how he felt either way. He wanted Mike with a ferocity he'd never known. Even when he'd been reduced to a panting mess before, Gill had never felt like he needed any of the vampires who had taken him in the past. "W-will you drink? Please?" He knew he could get off just fine whether Mike bit him or not, but his desire went deeper than that. Gill needed that concrete proof that Mike was still willing to lay claim to him.

Mike almost refused, only because Gill had already been bitten earlier in the night and he feared sampling too much. Harming Gill was not in the equation. But the desperation in his lover's voice fueled the Asian vampire's renewed hunger, and Mike was fisting Gill's hair, exposing his lovely throat. Kissing his way along the curve, Mike continued to churn his hips and grind Gill's beautiful cock deeper and deeper inside of his body. The pleasure was incredible, and added to the rich scent of desire wafting from Gill, it nearly drove Mike into a frenzy. His fangs emerged and he embraced Gill as he sliced into his tempting throat. Blood rushed into his mouth, and as Mike started to drink, he detected something... different. Gill tasted wonderful, only there was a hint of something new, something he couldn't quite fathom. Too distracted from the dual sensations of love-making and feeding, Mike filed the mystery away for later.

Gill let out an incoherent sound of pleasure that might have been Mike's name as he clutched the back of the vampire's head with one hand and his hip with the other. No one had a right to be so sexy, but somehow Mike managed just the same. He was gorgeousness personified, and the way he moved was probably a felony in some states it was so hot. The blond thrust upward as hard as he could, ramming himself home with abandon. It wasn't as hard or as fast as he would have liked, but the restraint of the position added something. He wasn't in control despite the fact that he was fucking Mike. It was sort of hot knowing that his lover determined when they got off, when the pleasure building up inside could finally overflow.

Gill's warm, rich blood filled Mike's mouth to overflowing. The Asian vampire moaned softly as he writhed against his lover, his hips grinding, churning Gill's amazing cock deep inside of his body. A hot blooming cloud of ecstasy surrounded Mike as he gasped against that delicious throat. His lips and cheeks were smeared with Gill's blood as he sucked the other man's tongue between his lips. He whimpered and undulated, arching against Gill and shuddering as his own engorged length brushed against that flat stomach. "Fuck me..." Mike rasped, his eyes glazed and again locked with Gill's. "Fuck me hard... and make me cum..."

Gill groaned and grabbed the vampire's hips. He managed in one quick move to slam Mike back onto the couch cushions. The sight of the blood coating his lover's mouth did nothing to dampen Gill's appetite. He slammed home into the beautiful man over and over again. Though he ached to let go and fill Mike up, he held back. //Not yet... not until he's ready too... not yet...// Reaching down, Gill gripped his lover's cock and began to jerk it in shaky tempo along with his thrusts. "I need to feel you cum. Can you do that for me? Gimme every last drop, and then I'm gonna lick it up."

Gill's new-found bold, dominant streak excited Mike wildly. He couldn't remember the last time he had been fucked with such urgency. Moaning as Gill's eager cock jack-hammered into his aching ass, the Asian vampire's fingers sank into the firm, round moons of his lover's thrusting ass. Gill's heated words, coupled with the insistent stroking over his sensitive prostate, sent Mike to the point of no return. He exploded in a wrenching orgasm, raggedly crying out Gill's name. His body quivered and strained, his cock spurting delectably as violent spasms wracked his frame. Mike's lips were on Gill's throat again, sucking and tonguing the fang marks in a soft, loving rhythm. "Yes!" he gasped, "oh yes... cum for me... please, cum..."

Glad for the command since he wasn't sure he could stop anyway, Gill still as his cock erupted into the too-perfect squeeze of Mike's ass. The hot cum filled the other man and slid out as he withdrew and thrust again and again until Gill's cock finally began to soften. He sighed and slowly withdrew only to pull Mike close against him again. He needed to be close to the vampire every bit as much as he'd needed to get off. Cumming was only part of the fun. "You don't... don't hafta say anything, but... I think I'm falling in love with you."

Mike purred like a kitten as he relished Gill's warm embrace. "I know the feeling," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to his lover's warm, damp head. "Last night... I wanted to say something, but I thought I was going crazy. Then again, love does make you a little bit insane." He chuckled softly, trailing his fingers up and down the length of Gill's spine. "This was perfect. God, I still can't believe you're hear with me." A smile lit up his handsome features as a sudden thought occurred to him. "Would you like to drink from me? I've tasted your blood, and it's only fair..."

Gill couldn't help licking his lips at the thought. "Really? Are you... if you're sure... I... yeah." The thought got his pulse racing all over again. It had been good tasting Arthur as much because he needed the healing as anything else. But tasting Mike... that was about a lot more than just getting back on his feet. The idea of sharing that new intimacy made him cling that much more tightly to the vampire. "If you really want to, I definitely want to." He knew that with repeated exchanges over time, a bond could be formed even if the mortal involved wasn't turned, and the thought of it appealed to him more than a little. He could belong to Mike.

"I really want you to," Mike affirmed, baring his throat. He reached up and scratched two lines into his neck with his fingernails, which were sharp enough to break the skin. Rich, dark fluid streamed from the wounds, and Mike cradled the back of Gill's head, drawing him in closer and urging him to drink. He had never shared his blood with another before, and there was no one he wanted to feed from him more than Gill. "Please?" he whispered, trembling with anticipation.

Gill leaned forward and licked his tongue along the line of the man's neck. He could taste the salt of sweat along the skin that melted into the sharper, coppery taste of blood. "God, Mike," he breathed as not just the flavor but the feeling of it exploded into his mouth. There was more than just the flavor of the blood on his tongue. It was like he could taste the man himself, could feel Mike flowing down his throat as he sucked hard at the shallow wound. Finally Gill let up, licking still at the torn flesh. Already it was knitting itself neatly back together beneath his tongue. "Tastes like you... sweet and beautiful..."

Mike shuddered and groaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of Gill feeding passionately from him. Sharing this moment with him was so special that the Asian vampire fairly ached, and his toes curled in pleasure. With one hand still cupping the back of Gill's head, Mike fondled his lover's gorgeous ass with the other. It still seemed like a dream having the other man back in his arms. And Mike might have believed this was a figment of his imagination if it hadn't even for the firm warmth of Gill's body pressed against him. "I want you to be mine," he whispered meaningfully. "Will you, please?"

"That's all I want," Gill answered, his warm breath against the vampire's neck as they held each other tightly. "That's... that's everything I want." It struck him again that it could be a dangerous game to play making such promises without speaking to Mike's sire first, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything that might put a stop to the line of thought. "I just want you. Tomorrow I'll get my stuff from the house and then I'm never going back there. I'll be here with you."

Mike melted into Gill, embracing him and basking in the warmth of his body. It felt so good to simply lay there and hold him that the Asian vampire was heedless of the time. It would be dawn soon, and sleep would keep him apart from Gill. "Why don't we move to the bed?" he suggested after a long moment. Damien had been very good to both himself and Blaine, installing special blinds in their apartments to keep the harmful rays of the sun out. At least he and Gill could sleep together.

"Definitely," Gill agreed at once. It took awhile before they could pull apart from one another long enough to make it there, but as soon as he sank into the mattress, Gill realized just how exhausted he was. He knew he'd need to make a trip during the day to get his things, but a little nap first wouldn't hurt anything. Tired and happy after one of the strangest days and nights of his life, Gill drifted off with Mike's arms curled around him.