Still dazed and tingling from his encounter with Arthur, it took Gill a moment to really register Mike's presence. "Yeah," he agreed, nodding and swallowing hard. "Yeah, I... really good." He wondered what he'd done to deserve the attention because he wanted to do it again and again. The Asian vampire was almost as stunning as Arthur, though he didn't radiate quite the same ingrained confidence. The blond leaned against the brick wall and offered Mike a hint of a smile. "Think I could manage another taste if you're interested." Thanks to Arthur's refueling, Gill was pretty sure it would be safe enough. He probably wouldn't have said no to the opportunity either way.

Mike's brows lifted in surprise. He couldn't remember finding someone quite so eager. Not to mention alluring. "Oh, I'm definitely interested," he replied smoothly. Once quiet and a little awkward in his social interactions, a whole new world had opened itself up to Mike the evening Damien had literally changed his life. Seductively charming, he had quickly learned that he could use his talents for garnering the hottest dates in all of Lima. Of course becoming a vampire had done little to dampen Mike's more romantic human notions, and he found himself leaning in closer to the willing mortal. "I'm Mike," he said, resting a hand on the boy's waist, "What's you name?"

"I'm Gillan... Gill." He rarely bothered to give anything but the nickname, but in his pleasantly delirious state, Gill would have given away his social security number and his bank account too - if he'd had one of the latter. He looked up into Mike's impossibly dark eyes and sighed. "Where do you wanna go?" The alley was right next to them, but not everybody was game for a suck or a fuck in so exposed an environment. Mike was obviously aroused, but he didn't have the desperate need that had been written so plainly on Arthur's face.

"Pretty name," Mike complimented, his gaze playing over Gill's lovely face. "We could go inside for a drink first, or we could go back to my place." Although his vampiric needs often blinded him, Mike wasn't the type to eat and run. And Gill intrigued him enough to want to make the most of the encounter. He reached up to brush elegant fingers across the mortal's warm cheek. The contact sent a shock of arousal through Mike, and he found himself hoping Gill would decide on the former rather than the latter.

Normally, Gill would have assumed that the offer of a drink was made mockingly. The vampire in front of him seemed entirely sincere, however. "A drink sounds nice," he agreed before stepping in a little closer. "Then maybe we go to your place..."

Mike's brows lifted in surprise. He couldn't remember finding someone quite so eager. Not to mention alluring. "Oh, I'm definitely interested," he replied smoothly. Once quiet and a little awkward in his social interactions, a whole new world had opened itself up to Mike the evening Damien had literally changed his life. Seductively charming, he had quickly learned that he could use his talents for garnering the hottest dates in all of Lima. Of course becoming a vampire had done little to dampen Mike's more romantic human notions, and he found himself leaning in closer to the willing mortal. "I'm Mike," he said, resting a hand on the boy's waist, "What's you name?"

"I'm Gillan... Gill." He rarely bothered to give anything but the nickname, but in his pleasantly delirious state, Gill would have given away his social security number and his bank account too - if he'd had one of the latter. He looked up into Mike's impossibly dark eyes and sighed. "Where do you wanna go?" The alley was right next to them, but not everybody was game for a suck or a fuck in so exposed an environment. Mike was obviously aroused, but he didn't have the desperate need that had been written so plainly on Arthur's face.

"Okay, how about a drink and a dance... then back to my place?" Without giving Gill a chance to react, Mike reached for his hand and tugged the mortal inside the club. The bar was filled with the undead, wannabes and fang-bangers. Music blared from the DJ booth, a new song by Madonna called Dark Side which spoke of love between a mortal and a vampire. Mike noted the older vampire talking with the bartender, and with the conversation seeming tense, he decided to wait on the drink and urged Gill out onto the dance floor instead. The rhythm of the tune was hypnotic; Mike snaked his arms around Gill's waist and swayed with him to the music. "Would it be cheesy if I asked if you come here often?" he murmured in his ear.

"It would," Gill answered, unable to keep from smiling, "but valid. And... yeah, I do. I mean, when I can." The bar did have a cover, and that meant he could only come as often as he was able to actually drum up the cash to get through the entrance. The fact that Gill spent so much time dead broke had probably saved his life. "What about you? I can't really picture me not seeing you before now." The Asian vampire was stunning, and the way he moved was damn near sinful.

Mike's hand splayed across the small of Gill's back, holding him firmly in place as he ground their hips together in time with the throbbing music. "No, I'm not really much of a bar person," he confessed, dipping his mouth toward Gill's neck and inhaling his scent. Mike detected the aroma of recent sex all over the mortal, but the fact that Gill had been with another vampire didn't turn him off in the slightest. "I only came out tonight because I was hungry." He drew back and smiled almost bashfully. "Is that terrible?"

"Why most people are here, isn't it?" Gill answered honestly. He shrugged and couldn't help thinking that he'd never seen a vampire manage to look quite so effortlessly innocent. "They're here to eat or be eaten or whatever." Sure, some vampires and humans came to socialize or to work, but Gill was willing to put down money that most of the action at the bar was geared toward hooking up and getting gone one way or another. "No reason to feel bad about it, right? Just... the way things are."

Gill was right, and somehow knowing that mortal accepted the situation so readily put Mike at ease. "Well, just so you know; I really don't do this very often," he assured him. Sometimes True Blood simply wasn't enough, and tonight was one of those nights when the craving for the warmth of a human's essence had gotten the best of Mike. "But, I'm very glad I came out tonight. Otherwise I might not have met you." It could have come across as a line, but he meant every word. Gill was, quite frankly, gorgeous. And Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such a strong attraction to someone.

"I'm nothing all that special," Gill responded with the same earnest bluntness. He knew that he wasn't the hottest guy around, and he definitely wasn't dressed like the other people in the bar. He'd put on his best clothes too - those clothes just happened to be worn down by even most thrift store standards. "You don't do this very often, so... just for the record, you can do better. Seriously." Badly as Gill wanted the man to stay close, Mike was being honest with him. He wasn't going to lie in return.

"Well, I beg to differ," Mike countered, gazing meaningfully into Gill's eyes. "I happen to think you're the hottest guy here." As it to drive his point home, he drew the mortal closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Gill tasted wonderful, and Mike couldn't stop himself from deepening the contact. He pushed his tongue inside of that delicious, warm mouth and licked his way toward the back of Gill's throat. The rest of the bar seemed to disappear in that moment, leaving only the two of them as the only people who mattered in the world.

Shocked by the words and wondering how he'd managed to capture Mike's interest, Gill was too struck for a moment to do anything but be kissed. And then the vampire's tongue was sliding into his mouth and Gill clutched at the man's muscular arms and leaned into the embrace. He didn't care if anyone was watching. It didn't matter. Gill looked somewhat dazed as he drew back to look at the vampire again. "We could skip the drink part if you want," he suggested, breathless from the kiss, cheeks flush with the blood that Arthur had given him.

Mike flashed Gill a brilliant smile. "We had a deal though," he pointed out, and then noticing the bartender quickly exiting, decided, "but I can always fix you something." Reaching for his hand, Mike grasped it tightly and urged the mortal from the dancefloor. They weaved their way through the crowd and made for the exit, venturing back out into the cool night air. He didn't own a car because his little apartment wasn't too far from the Last Drop to start with. Damien preferred having him and Blaine close, even though they didn't always see their sire most of the time. Mike opened the door and ushered Gill inside after the short jaunt. "It's not much, but I hope you like it."

Gill looked the place over and finally turned, rocking back on his heels as he offered Mike a smile. "It's nice." And it was. Far nicer than his house, actually. Despite being small and relatively standard, to Gill the apartment looked like a safe haven. "Don't spend a lot of time in nice places. Sure you trust me not to steal the stereo?" he joked before taking a step closer to the vampire. Gill was many things, but a thief had never been one of them. He supposed it was almost silly having a code of honor considering his life, but the young man clung to the few morals he had managed to cultivate in himself.

"I trust you," Mike replied, basking in the warmth of Gill's presence. He glanced at the stereo and the rack of CDs on the wall. Selecting one in particular, he played one of his favorite songs while drawing his mortal guest into another slow dance. Gill felt wonderful pressed against him; it had been a while since Mike had encountered someone he was this fiercely attracted to. Despite his protests to the contrary, Gill was absolutely gorgeous and it was little wonder that the boy managed to attract other vampires to feed upon him. "Would you like that drink now?" he murmured close to his ear.

"Yeah. Please," Gill agreed, uncertain of just how to play things in the setting. It was romantic. Mike was sweet. He wasn't used to either. Most of the vampires were interested in having attractive prey - or fuck buddies - but not in how they treated them. Arthur had been somewhat indulgent, but Mike was treating it like a date. Gill was utterly out of his element and wished he had a sense of how to act in such a moment. It struck him that he'd never actually been on a date to start with.

Mike kept a bottle of vintage wine chilled for guests, even though he rarely entertained. He poured Gill a glass, and as the sweet music continued to play, invited the mortal to join him on the couch. "You really are very beautiful," he stressed, gazing intently at Gill. "I can't imagine how you don't see it." He noted the myriad bite marks covering his throat, and he couldn't resist reaching out and playing his fingers over the most recent evidence of feeding. "You must taste sweet to have had so many enjoy you."

Gill bit his lip and shrugged, suddenly nervous under the scrutiny. He took the glass from Mike's elegant fingers and ventured, "I just... it's... not a lot of people... It's usually just kind of a, um... functional thing." It wasn't quite the word he wanted, but he hoped it conveyed some of what he was thinking. "Most of the vamps who want a taste don't exactly feel like they need to, like, be nice or... talk to me." Often at all. And Gill didn't make them. Something about Mike being so kind made him feel unworthy. Why did Mike feel the need to dance, to drink, to say sweet things when he could have gotten what he wanted without any of it?

"I'm sorry some of them are like that." Mike felt the need to apologize. "We don't all take a bite and run. It just seems like the majority do." His fingers trailers up into Gill's hair, which was silky and soft to the touch. Once upon a time he would have balked at being so forward with anyone. Being turned into a vampire had changed many things for Mike, and he was now no longer hesitant about going after what he really wanted. "I like talking to you, and it's not just because I'd love to drink your blood," he clarified. "There was something about you. I could sense it when you walked out of that alley."

Gil shook his head. "There's... there isn't anything. I'm just some dropout Fangbanger." Gill knew where he stood in the world, and it was nowhere good. He was barely a footnote in history. He searched Mike's face as if it might reveal to him why the vampire thought he was anything special. "You... you're special. You're beautiful." The Asian vampire's skin was a few shades paler than it probably was when he was alive, and it added a strange, otherworldly beauty to his already exotic features.

Mike would have blushed if he still had the ability to do so. "Thank you," he murmured, "I happen to think you're beautiful, too." He reached out and almost tentatively brushed his fingers across Gill's warm cheek. It was sad to think that Gill didn't see anything worthy in himself. The mortal had a lot to offer, Mike could sense that even if Gill didn't believe it was true. Leaning forward, he smiled softly and asked, "Would it be okay if I kiss you now? I've been wanting to since I first saw you."

The question was so sweet but formal that Gill couldn't help grinning. "Yeah. Course you can. I don't usually go home with guys I don't even want to kiss." The truth was, he usually didn't go home with guys at all. They usually didn't want to go home with him. More seriously, Gill assured, "I want you to." He wondered if he'd see Mike enough, if they'd spend enough time together for him to get used to the unaccustomed courtesy his companion showed.

With one hand cupping Gill's cheek, Mike leaned closer and brushed the softest kiss imaginable to the mortal's warm lips. He moaned, relishing not only the contact but also the taste of him. "I was right," he smiled, "you are very sweet." His fingers swept up into Gill's hair, and Mike gave a gentle tug until he was embracing the other young man in his arms. It felt so good to simply hold someone again that the Asian vampire completely forgot about his hunger for blood. "I'd really like to take you to bed now. If that's okay?"

An uncharacteristically bright smile lit Gill's face, and he nodded. He wasn't sure anyone else in the world would have agreed with the assessment that he was "sweet," but it was unspeakably flattering that Mike thought so. "It's very okay," he agreed, stealing quick kiss before ducking his head bashfully. "I'd really like to spend the night with you. I mean, not... not trying to invite myself to sleep over or whatever, but I..." Gill floundered, realizing he'd probably overstepped a little bit. "I'd just like to spend s'more time with you."

"I'm very glad to hear that." Mike straightened and reached for Gill's hand, drawing him up to stand beside him. He pressed another kiss to the mortal's lips, this time with more lingering passion. Losing himself in the moment of tenderness, it struck the vampire just how long he'd gone without human contact. It didn't matter to him if Gill was a fang-banger, he wanted him and that was all there was to it. Leading Gill into the modest bedroom, Mike flipped on a lamp which cast red hues around the room. Then, he was taking the other man in his arms again, kissing him and tumbling down onto the bed.

Gill hesitated for just a moment after they fell together back onto the bed. He took a breath and met Mike's gaze before wriggling out of his shirt. Along with the scars of healing bite marks, his left forearm was a network of carefully placed silvery lines, scars that ranged from old to new. The boy's baggy jeans hid a matching set on his right thigh. Most of the vampires never noticed or cared, but under Mike's gaze, Gill felt self-conscious about exposing the marks that he usually kept so carefully hidden under long pants and sleeves.

"You don't have to feed me tonight," Mike offered, sensing Gill's discomfort over the exposed bite marks. He dipped his mouth down to rain kisses onto a particular jagged line in an act of tender comfort. "I just want to be with you," he added softly. Mike raised his head again, peering at Gill through a fringe of dark hair. Waves off intense need rolled off the mortal. It was clear that being used by vampires filled a void in Gill's life. That saddened Mike, who saw so much potential spread out before him. He smiled, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and allowing it to cascade off of his shoulders, revealing his sculpted torso.

"They aren't from... I did it,"Gill confessed quietly only to be utterly distracted as Mike bated his beautiful body. The man was absolutely stunning. Where Gill showed a slender build borne of youth and scant nutrition, Mike had the kind of muscles the teenager had only seen in magazines and movies. "Oh... wow," he breathed in an awed tone.

Mike might have blushed if he still had the ability to do so. He grinned almost boyishly as he reached for Gill's hand and pressed it against his abs. The warmth of the mortal's palm sent a renewed surge of desire through him, and for what seemed like the first time in a long time, Mike felt his carefully maintained control slipping. He gazed with heavy-lidded eyes at Gill, curious as to the other man's earlier comment. "What do you mean?" he whispered, "You did it?"

Gill tore his attention away from Mike's amazing body and then blinked slowly. "Huh? Oh." He looked back down at his own arm and the network of scars. "I... before I started coming to the bars... it... I used a razor blade. It helped for awhile." Gill thought of the gentle sting of the sharp blade, the satisfaction of watching the blood welling to the surface, and let out a sigh. He looked up at Mike and tried to gauge what the vampire thought of him in light of the declaration. "But when I started coming to the bars, I stopped." The more uneven scars on his neck, his arms, even his thighs told the story of his new addiction. "It's better..."

Mike's cool fingers trailed curiously over the old scars. He had heard of cutting before, only he'd never encountered anyone who practiced it. It saddened him to think that Gill had had to find solace in harming himself, but he was not repulsed by the act. "I'm glad," he said softly, leaning forward to brush his lips across a particularly jagged line. "If you ever feel the need for release, I'll help you."

Gill's eyes fell closed, and he nodded his agreement. He was happy to have the offer, happy to think of finding Mike again and the vampire still wanting him, not pretending that they'd never met the way so many of them did. "I'd rather be with you," he assured with a flicker of a smile as Mike's lips touched the once-broken flesh. "It... it helped for awhile. It's still like that, I guess. The pain... it's... I can't... it's like I can't think about everything else when the pain's there. It's easier."

"Shh, you don't have to explain anything to me," Mike soothed, kissing a pathway down to Gill's flat tummy. "I want you... I wanted you the minute I laid eyes on you..." It was true, he had found himself magnetically drawn to the mortal the instant he appeared from the darkened alley. His lips brushing the waistband of Gill's jeans, Mike slowly unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. Then, he was sliding the denim and his boxers down his legs to reveal Gill's absolutely beautiful arousal. He weighed the heat of it in his hand, marveling at how all 7 � inches twitched in his grasp. Knowing that Gill had not enjoyed true intimacy with someone who genuinely cared for him, Mike took his time as he licked at the crown, savoring the sweet taste of him.

Gill gasped at the contact and then let out a soft whimper. It was so good it felt unreal. That the vampire didn't find him utterly repulsive only made it more fascinating. He smelled of sex and sweat and need, and still Mike was acting like he needed to be seduced and not just claimed.

The scent of Gill's heightened arousal drew a deep groan from Mike, who was lavishly working his tongue up one side of that heated length and down the other. He filled his palm with the mortal's churning balls, tugging gently as he gazed up at him. Having once hidden his attraction for men, becoming a vampire had allowed him to indulge his desires without worry. "You taste wonderful," he purred out. "It's been a long time since anyone made you feel this good, isn't it?"

Gill normally would have felt ashamed to have anyone pointing something like that out. The truth was he couldn't remember anyone ever having taken such care with him. The blond shrugged, uncertain of what to say, his dark eyes searching Mike's face. He didn't understand what the vampire wanted, why he cared so much. No one else had ever been so bent on making him feel good unless it filled their fantasies too. But Mike was different. The beautiful vampire looked at him as if he mattered somehow, and Gill wasn't sure whether to be flattered or frightened.

Mike continued to find his fascination with Gill growing as he lavished attention on the mortal's beautiful arousal. He was swallowing him down now, his lips spreading wide around his girth. His gaze remained firmly focused on Gill's lovely face, and the wonderful expressions of ecstasy his heated actions caused. With Damien meticulously teaching him, Mike had quickly learned how to pleasure another man and gain his own enjoyment from it. Of course it didn't hurt that Gill tasted divine and that Mike desired him so fiercely.

Gill had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. It felt so good. So fucking good. He gasped for breath, shallow and quick in and out as he watched Mike. The vampire's gaze was intense and intent. Gill licked his lips, the stare turning him on almost as much as the way Mike's tongue swirled around his cock, which leaked freely as he got hotter and hotter. "Never felt so... so good," he murmured, surprised by how sharp the arousal was despite it being divorced from any pain, any of the usual things that turned him on.

Hearing that pleased Mike immensely. Still caressing Gill's ever-tightening balls, his other hand splayed itself out across the mortal's heaving chest. He played with each hard nipple, relishing the way his actions had a direct effect on that heated arousal filling his suckling mouth. It wouldn't be long before Gill spilled himself down his throat, and the vampire ached to taste the mortal's release. He wanted to please Gill, to give him a supreme moment of happiness without being used for once. Why he cared so much for him was a mystery to Mike, but he didn't spare a moment to question it. He yearned for Gill, it was as simple as that.

Mike's prediction proved correct mere moments later as Gill's whole body went rigid and he came with a cry that he instinctively stifled by biting his own lip. The mortal spilled himself as his cock pulsed helplessly into his lover's waiting mouth. He realized dimly that he'd never experienced anyone wanting to drink from him in quite this way before.

Feeding on Gill's scorching release, Mike drank the mortal down as if ambrosia itself were being pumped down his throat. He sealed his lips around the base of Gill's cock, now allowing a single drop to escape his mouth. His eyes never wavered once from the wrenching ecstasy etched across Gill's lovely face, and only when the other man was spent, did he finally draw away from his still flexing cock. The Asian vampire smiled, licking his lips before cradling the back of Gill's head and kissing him deeply. "I was right, you do taste wonderful."

Breathless and smiling, Gill gave a slight shake of his head. Bet you taste a lot better," he insisted. The young man raised his hands to circle Mike's waist. "Do you want me to suck you? Or... you can fuck me. If you want to." If just a blow job felt that good, Gill wondered what more might be like.

Mike barely suppressed a groan as Gill's warm arms welcome him. "I want you to do anything you'd like," he murmured in return. "I'm yours tonight." Another passionate kiss, and then Mike was tumbling and drawing Gill down to lie on top of him. His hands roamed restlessly over the mortal's back, reaching down to fill his palms with Gill's incredible ass. Mike ground their hips together, tensing and arching with pleasure.

Gill echoed the sentiment and took a shaky breath as he looked town into the vampire's depthlessly dark eyes. "I want you," he affirmed, rocking his ass back against Mike's cock. "I want you inside me." Though it was new territory - backroom quickies rarely led to much experimentation - Gill boldly offered, "Can I ride you?"

Mike's gazed widened, and his fangs emerged as desire sang through his system. He had never encountered someone quite as outspoken as Gill before, and hearing how much the mortal truly wanted him set him ablaze. "You never have to ask," Mike whispered, cradling the back of Gill's head and drawing him into another kiss. His fangs refused to retract, and the Asian vampire took great care not to slice Gill's lips or tongue. "Anything you want," he stressed, drawing back, "is yours."

Gill smiled and shifted, taking Mike in hand and stroking him once before using the grip to guide the vampire's cock to his entrance, still wet with the evidence of his time with Arthur in the alley. The head pressed on and spread Gill wide as he slowly sat back onto the thick length. At first his movements showed the awkwardness of uncertainty, but by the time Mike's cock was fully inside him, Gill's need had finally begun to outweigh everything else.

Mike moaned in surprise and pleasure, taken aback that Gill required no preparation in order to take him. He raised his head and gazed up at the mortal, shuddering all over from the heat surrounding his aching length. "You feel wonderful," he gasped, reaching up to grasp the back of Gill's head and pull him down into a passionate kiss. His tongue slithered inside of Gill's delicious mouth, mirroring his cock as it probed deeper. Mike's hips churned and he surged upward, relishing the incredible sensation of Gill's body.

Gill moaned into the kiss and tried his best to move in time with each enticing shift of Mike's hips. Already he could feel his cock hardening, trapped in the space between their bodies. All it took was a slight shift and Gill broke the kiss to gasp for air as Mike's hard cock pressed against his prostate and set off fireworks of pleasure.

Mike fought hard to control himself. It had been a while since he had last enjoyed intimacy with a mortal, and Gill felt so wonderfully warm that it was all he could do not to spill himself within that clenching furnace. The scent of Gill's boiling blood overwhelmed him, making his fangs appear unbidden. He reached between them, grasping hold of the other man's renewed arousal and stroking him in time with his thrusts. Mike's eyes blazed as he stared deeply into Gill's, whispering out his pleasure, "I've never... felt anything... like this..."

It was on the tip of Gill's tongue to ask Mike to bite him, but he refrained at the last second. He wanted to come without feeling any pain, to separate the acts. It seemed important in a way he didn't fully understand for things to be as different as possible with the vampire. Special.

Mike could sense Gill's release long before the first tremors quaked through the mortal's body. It was thrilling to know he could turn Gill on so much. His own climax was only moments away, and it took a great deal of self control on Mike's part not to lunge for Gill's tempting throat. He came so suddenly that the shock wrenched a strangled cry of ecstasy from the vampire's throat. Mike clutched at Gill, pumping his pent-up release into the other man's flaring passage.

Gill's fingers clamped down hard on Mike's shoulders as he jerked against the vampire's body. He didn't even realize he'd drawn blood as his cock pulsed and incongruously soft moans escaped him. It was perhaps the most intense release he'd ever experienced, and it had come without any pain. It had been borne of nothing but the pleasure of Mike moving inside of him and those soft lips pressing against his flushed skin.

Mike embraced Gill as if they were long lost lovers reunited after decades apart. He continued to kiss him deeply, while his hips danced and his sated length stirred the evidence of his released against those tender walls. Finally, he gently rolled Gill onto his back and laid on top of him. Mike broke the kiss, smiling tenderly down at him. "That was... no, you... you are incredible," he whispered, caressing Gill's cheek. "I'm so glad I met you tonight." Something almost forlorn cast a shadow over the vampire's face despite the euphoria he was feeling. "I guess I didn't realize how much I needed someone special."

Gill looked up at the vampire with open curiosity. It had felt wonderful being with Mike, but he still couldn't wrap his head around anyone thinking he was special. "I'm not," he protested, tone uncertain. "There's a dozen guys at the club every night that are just like me. They all want the same thing. I mean, it's... I just... you're special. Different. I've never had anybody treat me like this - like, good."

Hearing that saddened Mike, even if he had already guessed that was the case. In his relatively short time of being a vampire, he had already witnessed how cruel the undead could be. There were times when Mike could not control his new instincts, but he continued to strive to remain as kind as he had been as a mortal. "I think anybody's worth treating well," he said softly. His fingers continued to roam over Gill's warm skin, and Mike couldn't help ghosting his lips over the other man's shoulder. "Especially you..."

Gill smiled despite the protest that was forming on his lips as he looked at the vampire. It didn't make any sense. At all. He was no one that somebody should pick out of a crowd and be interested in. He was okay. He would do in a pinch - when someone was desperate the way Arthur had been earlier that night. //Maybe he just talks a better game than everybody else,// Gill thought as he regarded Mike's fingers on his skin with quiet fascination. For all he knew this was the last time Mike would ever look twice at him... but he couldn't quite believe that even if it made more sense than the idea that the vampire really liked him for some reason.

Although Mike was by this time starving, he made no demands on Gill. Instead he gently rolled the mortal over onto his back and took his time caressing him and plying him with sweet kisses. He noted the bruises, healing cuts and bite marks with interest, only finding Gill beautiful instead of how unworthy the mortal saw himself. His new un-life as a vampire had allowed him to see beneath the surface, to appreciate things others often neglected. "I like you, Gill," he said softly, sensing the other man's unease over his interest. "Is that really so hard to believe?"

"Yeah," Gill confessed with a lopsided smile. "Yeah, it... it kinda is." He shook his head but looked more amused than upset. "Sorry. I'm not used to not... not wondering what people really want." He reached out and cupped Mike's cheek, stroking the smooth, chilly skin. "I know you want me, I just don't get why." Catching a flash of barely-suppressed hunger, Gill's hand slid to the back of Mike's neck. He gave a gentle tug to try and pull the vampire closer. "You don't have to be hungry."

Mike's lips brushed the warmth of Gill's throat as the mortal urged him to drink. He closed flickering eyelids and lost himself in the rich aroma surrounding him, drawing him in, caressing him like a tender lover. Before he even realized what was happening, he was closing his lips on the curve of Gill's neck and his fangs were slowly sinking in. Blood, sweet and hot, rushed over his tongue and down his throat. He moaned, relishing the taste of Gill's blood which warmed and filled him.

Gill couldn't help the gasp that escaped him at the sharp rush of pleasure-pain. He was glad that Mike had made love to him first, but there was no denying the thrill of the act bust the same. His blood would soon be pumping through the vampire's veins, would become a part of him. "So good," he whispered as Mike's body pressed against his own.

Mike embraced Gill tightly, lapping at the wound and savoring the taste of his blood. It was rich, sweet and delicious! He detected something beneath the heat and desire, something old and powerful, and Mike realized with a start that Gill had fed from the blond vampire he'd seen the mortal with earlier. It came with it a surprising pang of irrational jealousy, one he swiftly pushed aside as he continued to sate his hunger. Mike felt himself hardening again, and he thrust against Gill with a gentle urgency.

Gill groaned low, pleased with the feeling of Mike's cock stroking against his skin. He let his eyes close. He savored the sensation of the cool flesh against his own and the knowledge that it was him getting Mike hot all over again. "Whatever you want," he whispered fervently. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." No one had ever been so kind go him, and if he could make the vampire feel good, Gill would give absolutely everything he had.

Mike continued to drink from Gill's throat, sating his hunger. He licked at the wound until the last drops of precious blood fell on his tongue. Then, he drew back and gazed at the intoxicating mortal with desire burning in his eyes. "I want you to make love to me." The Asian vampire smiled, his mouth stained crimson. "Will you, please?" He hadn't been with anyone in that way since Damien had turned him, but he wanted Gill with an all-consuming passion. Already he was opening his legs, drawing them back and opening himself up for the other man to take.

Gill froze, shock written clearly on his features. He didn't know at all what to say at first, but it became quickly evident that Mike really meant it. He wanted to be fucked. He was spreading his ass wide open and staring at him with a faith Gill couldn't even begin to understand. "I... I haven't," he confessed uncertainly only to realize that was entirely the wrong thing to say. He licked his lips and tried again, "Do you have some, um, lube?" He'd been wet and ready himself thanks to the tryst with Arthur, but Mike had no such advantage.

Gill didn't have to tell him that he had never topped before. Mike could taste it in his blood. The mortal had been used so many times--too many as far as Mike was concerned--and he ached to show Gill a different kind of pleasure. "In the nightstand," he replied, reaching over into the drawer and producing it. Although he possessed the hyper-sexual needs of every other vampire, Mike found that he rarely chose partners unless he truly wanted them. And his craving for Gill was unlike anything he had ever known. He pressed the lube into Gill's hand, murmuring, "Pour some on your finger and work it inside of me." Another smile, this time Mike's fangs retracted. "I want you to have me," he assured him. "Please, Gill?" Mike leaned back against the pillows again, opening himself for Gill to explore.

Gill nodded, glad for the gentle assurance and instruction. Mike's casual patience made him feel like less of a fool. Instead he knew what to do and what step to take to make it good. It was one thing getting off because it was hot and dirty and hurt in all the right ways. He understood that well enough. But making love? Taking someone and leaving them aching for more? That was another thing, a foreign realm that Gill was only beginning to understand. Still he slicked his finger and approached Mike with all the confidence he could muster. The vampire held himself spread wide and ready, and Gill carefully used his lube-slicked finger to tease the tight opening into relaxing as he pressed forward.

Mike welcomed the burning stretch of Gill's digit with a low rumble of pleasure. "Ohhh, yes," he moaned, licking his bottom lip. "That's it..." The Asian vampire shivered all over, his dancer's hips rotating in an open invitation for more. It had been a while but Mike welcomed the invasion, surprising himself with how badly he needed the intimacy of being taken by the alluring mortal. "You're so lovely," he told him, his throat thick with desire. "I wanted you the minute you came out of the shadows. Like a beacon piercing through the darkness." Mike's poetic display of affection was cut short as another sharp jolt of ecstasy force his head back with a groan.

"Dunno," Gill whispered as he slowly stretched the vampire, a second finger joining the first with a strange sort of grace, "most people would probably say I am the darkness." He hadn't exactly been doing a lot of clean living. Ever. He spent his life on the fringe, and that had only become more pervasive as he gave himself over to being whatever the vampire closest to him wanted. But maybe things could be different with Mike somehow. Gill watched the man's face intently and the long lean lines of his body as Mike shifted and groaned at all the right moments. "I like watching you like this," he confessed quietly.

"I like watching you, period," Mike replied, his eyelids fluttering and another low moan of pleasure rumbling from his throat. Gill had a quiet skill about him which made it difficult for the Asian vampire to believe this was the mortal's first time manipulating another man's body. "Kiss me," he heard himself beg, surprised by the intense need in his voice. "Please kiss me... while you get me ready for you?" Mike was already leaning forward, seeking out Gill's mouth as his actions force those long digits even further inside of his neglected passage. He nearly lost it, quaking violently as his cock flexed and strained for attention.

Gill nodded, blushing, as he shifted to hold himself aloft over the vampire's beautiful body. For a moment Gill lost himself, staring at the man as he brushed his warm lips over the vampire's cold ones. At first the kiss was gentle and sweet, but as Gill's fingers began to move again, his lips did as well. Soon he was kissing Mike with every bit of the passion he felt, the desperate need that the vampire woke inside him.

Gill's growing desire surrounded Mike like a curtain of heat. His kisses were alternately sweet and lustful, arousing the Asian vampire that much more with the genuine hunger the mortal felt for him. His body stretched and opened around Gill's fingers, growing increasingly impatient to experience more than just those digits no matter how incredible the sensation. Gill brought him to a trembling, uncontrollably frenzy, and with very real urgency, he drew back and locked eyes throbbing with need. "Now, I need you now... please...?"

Gill nodded and locked eyes with Mike before he positioned himself. One upside of sex with vampires was that they were all but impervious to disease. You were more likely to have your throat torn out than to ever worry about catching the clap. The first gentle thrust didn't get them far, but Gill had every intention of taking things slowly. Mike deserved that. He did. He deserved for it to feel absolutely amazing and not hurt at all, to be as sweet as everything that Mike had done for him. "Little more," he whispered reassuringly before his hips moved again and Gill's breath caught at the intimacy of the act.

It was perfect! Gill, hot and hard, moving inside of him and stretching him open so beautifully. Mike clutched at the mortal's body, embracing him and pulling him in close. It struck him how desperately he needed the contact, lifting his chin and pressing sweet kisses all along Gill's throat. "Beautiful... so beautiful," he moaned, his hips surging upward. Pleasure sang through his body, caressing Mike all over with promises of more to come.

Gill just smiled and felt a rush of relief. He had been afraid that he might not be able to make it good for Mike, that he might lack the skill to see that his lover enjoyed the experience as much as he did. Apparently the fears had been unfounded. Mike's hips surged along with his, and soon they were moving in perfect sync. It was like he'd finally found something he'd always wanted but never knew he needed, and it had nothing to do with the sex. Well, something to do with it, but not in the way he'd expected. Because when it came down to it, he felt something for the vampire as silly as that was. He felt something, and he'd never really let himself feel much of anything for anyone before - not even for himself.

The world stopped for Mike. It felt like his having been turned into a vampire had been preparation for this moment. It was as if he was destined to be with Gill. The mortal wrenched another long groan of pleasure from him, driving Mike crazy. He cupped Gill's face in his hands, kissing him tenderly, hungrily. Again their eyes locked, throbbing and stormy with need. It was almost shocking how well they fit together. Gill's growing confidence was evident with each deep stroke, which sent fresh paroxysms of ecstasy coursing through Mike's system. He gasped and clutched at the other man's back, roaming feverishly down his spine and filling his hands with that beautiful ass, drawing him in impossibly closer.

"Um... wow. You... wow," Gill managed as he fought to breathe and move at the same time. It was more difficult than he'd expected since Mike was - in a figurative if not a literal sense - the absolute hottest guy he'd ever been with. Gill found himself smiling down at the other man and slowing his hips just so that he could watch for a little longer as Mike came unraveled beneath him. It was amazing. Beautiful. And he didn't want it to stop.

Mike didn't want the moment to end either. Gill continued to wrench moans of pleasure from his body with each deep stroke of his cock. It felt beyond amazing, and Mike fairly mauled at Gill's pumping ass. He simply could not get enough of the alluring mortal, who was even more beautiful with ecstasy etched across his flushed face. Gill repeatedly struck that special place inside of him, and Mike was nearly climbing the walls. His dark eyes throbbed with sexual excitement as he caught Gill's. "Don't stop," he whispered, his throat clotted with need. "Please, don't stop..."

Gill nodded, though he found himself wondering how long he could really hold out. Being inside of the vampire's blood-warmed body was absolutely amazing. Watching Mike writhe and moan and knowing he'd done it was even more amazing. "Try not to," he promised, putting every last ounce of willpower he could muster into making the words true as he sank deeper into the other man. He was losing it in a big way. The whole thing was nuts. They'd known each other a couple hours, maybe, and he was already crazy about the guy - a guy who might well still decide never to speak to him again. Gill shook the idea off and thrust harder as if that would somehow let him leave a more lasting impression on Mike.

Mike dragged Gill down into another kiss, his tongue lashing out and filling the mortal's delicious mouth. He fairly whimpered, shivering uncontrollably with each heated stroke of Gill's thick cock along his sensitive passage. Gill had blindsided him completely. There was much more to him than a pretty face and a free source of blood. He fascinated Mike in more ways than one, and he was growing ever more attached to him. "I'm getting close," he warned, shocked by how quickly Gill was bringing him to climax. "I don't want to stop, but... you feel so good..."

"Let me... let me make you feel good. Please?" Gill reached down and took Mike in hand, stroking in as coordinated a fashion as his growing passion allowed. "I want to feel you..." He wanted them to cum together, and he knew he couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds more. "Give me everything. I want it," he assured, gaze locking with the vampire's. He couldn't look away when Mike looked so amazing as he edged closer to release.

"Yes..." Mike moaned, his hips twitching involuntarily as almost unbearable sexual sensations flooded his body. He prolonged it for as long as he could, clenching around Gill's thrusting length until they were both out of control, straining and quivering, mewling wildly, ready to explode any second. He cradled Gill's fantastic ass in his palms, digging his fingers into the resilient flesh. Suddenly he cried out, his body arching and stiffening, then he began undulating in sharp waves as a powerful orgasm shook him to his core.

Gill had never seen or felt anything like it. He could barely breathe as his hips jerked hard against Mike's, filling the other man with his heated release. He had never felt anything so fucking amazing or overwhelming. Gill had no idea what he said or how many endearments he whispered in the vampire's ear as they clung together and rode out the waves of their mutual release. "Tomorrow?" he heard himself whispering as he finally came to his senses. "I... can I... can I see you tomorrow?" Sunrise was coming, and time was growing short. Gill couldn't keep himself from making the last desperate bid.

"Yes, please?" Mike immediately agreed. He pushed his hand up into Gill's warm damp hair, kissing him tenderly. "Why don't you stay here tonight? I have some business I have to take care of tomorrow night. But, I'll meet you at the club." It excited him to find that Gill wanted him just as much as he did. "There's something about you, I just can't explain," he admitted, his smile one of supreme bliss. "To be honest, I really don't want to let you go at all."

"Yeah?" Gill's expression brightened at once. He was shocked to hear that the other man trusted him enough to leave him in the apartment unsupervised. Of course, Mike was the first vamp who'd ever brought him to their place at all. Usually the best he could hope for was a pay by the hour motel room, and even that was a rare luxury. "I'd like that a lot." In fact he loved the idea of sleeping wrapped up in sheets that still smelled of Mike instead of going back to his own house and listening to his mom and stepfather screaming at one another.

"Then, make yourself at home." Another kiss, sweet and tender. Mike found it impossible not to keep touching Gill. The mortal fairly begged to be touch, his alluring presence drawing the vampire in. It was easy to see why others of his kind had found Gill a delightful experience. That thought concerned Mike as he continued to combed through Gill's hair with his fingers. "Will you do something for me? Please?" His tone was soft, his eyes deep and meaningful. "Be careful? I don't have any right to ask you not to be with another vampire. But, I don't want anything to happen to you." He smiled boyishly, adding, "I like you too much."

"I will. I'll... I'll be careful and I'll see you tomorrow night," Gill assured. He didn't make promises that he couldn't keep. He could have told Mike that he wouldn't touch anyone else, but he might not have been able to manage that, might not have held to it, and Gill couldn't bring himself to lie. He didn't want to lie to the vampire. "Go on, sleep. I'll be there when you get up. Honest." And he would be. Gill intended to get up, clean himself up, and be ready and waiting the moment Mike arrived at the door.

"Good, because I really want to see you again." Mike embraced Gill warmly--or as warm as vampire could hug someone--and pressed one more lingering kiss the mortal's sweet mouth. "Night," he said, taking a moment to capture Gill's eyes, drinking them in before reluctantly scurrying off to his hidey-hole for the day. As Mike went to sleep with a smile on his face, excited over the fact that he truly had something to look forward to when he woke up.