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Guillermo watched Nandor watch the rest of the customers in the Panera Bread as he quietly ate his sandwich. Guillermo knew the vampire wasn’t hungry; the cage was still half-full of victims from the Bronx hunt the previous week. But Nandor was a predator and he was surrounded by prey. He couldn’t help looking. Guillermo cast about for something that might distract him.
“So,” he began. “Is it true that you have had a two-hour orgasm?”
Nandor’s gaze fell upon Guillermo. “Of course it is true.”
“What was that like?” Guillermo took another bite.
Nandor shook his head, scowling. “It is not as much fun as you think it will be when you first hear about it. After a while you just keep looking at the clock.” He pointed a ringed finger at Guillermo. “And don’t even think about it. It is not something humans can do.” They fell into a comfortable silence then as Nandor watched him eat, his attention back on Guillermo where it belonged. “Guillermo,” Nandor began quietly after a while. “Is it possible that sometime in the future, you might let me fuck you again?”
Guillermo choked on a bite of sandwich, washed it down with his Diet Coke. “Shh! There are people in here!”
Nandor waved a hand carelessly to indicate the whole of the Panera Bread clientele. “They don’t care what we are saying.”
“Okay. Are you sure you want to talk about sex right now?” Guillermo smirked. “How’s that cage treating you?”
Nandor squirmed in his seat just the tiniest bit. He glowered at Guillermo, but the corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes were sparkling. “First of all, you were the one who brought up sex. And it is…fine. I am very patient, and as you know have perfect control of my-- oww!” They both went still immediately, Guillermo with a mouth full of sandwich. He regarded Nandor with concern as Nandor’s eyes went unfocused for a moment. Then he inhaled deeply and blew out a breath. “It’s okay now. You were going to answer my question?” He picked up an extra straw and fiddled with it. “You haven’t had a nightmare since the patience stone. And you have seemed happier recently. So, I thought… maybe. I haven’t wanted to rush you. But I miss it.”
Nandor was being so sincere, and frankly adorable. Also, he had let Guillermo lock his junk in a chastity cage, and for that alone he deserved a thoughtful answer to his question. So he thought about it. They hadn’t stopped having sex; quite the contrary, and Guillermo had learned a lot in the several weeks since Nandor had attacked him in the foyer. But he hadn’t let Nandor top him. In the immediate aftermath, the thought of Nandor being behind him like that had caused him to break into a cold sweat. Even face to face made him anxious. So, Guillermo had been topping exclusively. Was it time to try again? It was true that he was feeling close to normal recently – “close” being the operative word. He hadn’t had a nightmare in a while. Whether it was the catharsis of the hunt in The Bronx, or the patience stone Nandor had gifted to him, or something else entirely, he didn’t know. But he was no longer afraid to fall asleep, and that wasn’t nothing.
He suspected it was the patience stone. Curious about what Nandor had said about stories of the patience stone being around during his childhood centuries ago, Guillermo had done some research. He had discovered that in some indigenous Western cultures, a person with trauma might whisper their anxieties to six small stones, then they would throw those stones into running water like a river or stream or bury them in some peaceful spot. He also found a psychological study that suggested that writing down fears on scraps of paper and discarding them in the trash was as effective at reducing anxiety as psychotherapy. The legend of the patience stone was over a thousand years old and from Persian culture, but it was a similar concept. And Guillermo was desperate, so he carried the smooth black stone in his pocket, and over the course of a few days he whispered his fears and anxieties into it. Not just fears of Nandor, or of his own powers, but all kinds of anxieties about his family, his future, and anything else he could think of. Then he and Nandor went to the beach at midnight, and Guillermo threw the stone – and all his anxieties – into the water. He hadn’t had a nightmare since. So, whether it worked or not Guillermo was still unsure, but it hadn’t not worked, and that was good enough to make Nandor happy and Guillermo incrementally better.
Guillermo took a sip of his Diet Coke and looked across the table into Nandor’s beautiful dark eyes. Nandor was regarding him equally intently. Nandor was a warrior, and going on 800. That’s a long time to become set in one’s ways. He was habituated to leaping into action without thinking too hard about it, so it was very likely he would do something unpredictable again. Guillermo had never had a guarantee of safety living with the vampires, yet he was as sure as it was possible to be that Nandor had learned a hard lesson about communicating his feelings instead of acting on them impulsively. At least when it came to Guillermo.
Guillermo had also learned a lesson. In the heady, exciting, early days of their intimate relationship he had stopped wearing his crucifix around the house. He didn’t want anything on him that would discourage Nandor from touching him any place, any time. He was still kicking himself for that carelessness. He didn’t blame himself for what happened, but the truth was that he should have known better. He’d been a familiar for over ten years and lived with vampires for most of two decades. He knew as well as anyone alive how volatile and dangerous living with vampires could be, and he’d been overconfident in his abilities as a vampire killer. Having a weapon handy was only prudent and responsible. So, he had resumed wearing his crucifix under his clothes, taking it off only for sexy times, and sometimes not even then.
Guillermo made a mental checklist and checked items off one at a time: No more nightmares, check. Nandor was contrite and apologetic, check. He had forgiven Nandor, and he was feeling safe again, or as safe as he’d ever felt in that house. So why was he delaying letting their relationship return to the equitable switching that they’d been doing before Nandor’s attack (as he still thought of it)? Was he just being stubborn now, punishing Nandor for traumatizing him? But he was punishing himself too, wasn’t he? Because Nandor wasn’t the only one who missed it.
Guillermo missed the feeling of Nandor’s weight pressing him into the mattress, the full, stretched feeling of Nandor pushing into him, thrusting against his prostate, taking him apart, claiming him. Nandor’s fangs just brushing his neck, his own arms and legs wrapped around Nandor, holding him as close as possible. Nandor’s voice whispering impossibly dirty things in his ear. He missed twining his fingers gently in his hair, kissing him, losing himself to the passion that had never been safe or easy. As much as he liked bossing Nandor around, he liked being taken care of too.
“Okay,” he finally said. “Let’s go home. I want to brush your hair.”
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“I’m not sure about this pose, Nandor,” said Guillermo doubtfully. He was lounging in a wing-back chair facing the fireplace. He balanced a sketchbook on his left knee and twirled a key ring containing a small stainless-steel key around the index finger of his right hand. He was fully clothed except for his boots. Nandor on the other hand, standing with his back to the unlit fireplace, was almost completely undressed and unconcerned about his modesty. The only thing he was wearing was a shiny, stainless-steel, penis-shaped cage. It was a little too small, but his large cock was stuffed inside it anyway. His balls hung uncaged below it. He stood leaning back against the fireplace, his long legs crossed at the ankle and his arms stretched out shoulder-height to either side, resting on the mantle. His freshly brushed hair flowed softly down to touch his shoulders, and he had a serious look on his bearded face.
“Pffft. You and I both know I look fantastic, Guillermo,” Nandor scoffed. “Get on with the sketching so we can get to the fucking.”
“I mean, of course you look amazing. You always do. But there’s something about the way you’re standing that’s just a little…” he searched his mind for the right word.
“…too hot?” suggested Nandor.
“…sacrilegious.” Looking at Nandor right now made Guillermo feel like he was an altar boy again, and not in a good way. “It’s giving crucifixion.”
“Is that… a dealbreaker for you, Guillermo?” Nandor regarded Guillermo with hooded eyes and brought one hand down to play gently with his cage. He made his voice low and growly, sending shockwaves right to Guillermo’s groin. “Why don’t you hand over that key… and we can skip the sketching.”
“Fuuuck,” moaned Guillermo. He dropped the sketchbook onto the floor and slid out of the chair. Nandor stood very still and watched him as he fell to his knees and crawled forward to kneel at Nandor’s feet. The cage loomed before him at eye-level. He looked up and met Nandor’s wide-eyed gaze for a moment. Then he leaned in and inhaled deeply. Nandor made a desperate keening sound, and Guillermo closed his eyes and sighed happily. Nandor smelled sooo good.
“Fucking shit, Guillermo,” whispered Nandor through gritted teeth. “Have mercy.”
You’re just stalling now, he said to himself. Basta. He reached up with his left hand and gently tugged on the cage. Nandor hissed quietly but Guillermo ignored him. He carefully inserted the key into the barrel lock and turned it slowly until it clicked. He opened the cage and slipped it off. Then he stood and took two steps back.
Nandor watched Guillermo while he rubbed his pubic hair, fluffing it up where the cage had pressed it down. Nandor had his serious face on as his cock immediately began filling with stolen blood. Guillermo felt a nervous laugh bubbling up but he suppressed it. He said, “Are you ok?” Nandor nodded. “Well. You’re free. What do you want to do now?”
Nandor hesitated. “I want to do so many things, I’m not sure where to start.” Guillermo just waited and watched him ponder. “Fire first, I think.” He waved a hand at the fireplace behind him and it roared to life. The flickering flames caressed Nandor’s unnaturally pale skin, making it look golden and almost alive. Nandor watched the fire for a moment, then turned back to Guillermo. “Come to me, please?” he requested quietly. Guillermo stepped forward again and into Nandor’s arms. The kiss started sweet and gentle as Nandor’s fingers raked through Guillermo’s thick curly hair and Guillermo concentrated on getting his clothes off. It became more urgent as Nandor began to help him. Guillermo pulled his shirt and sweater over his head as a single unit. He hesitated for just a moment, then he pulled off his crucifix too. He threw the shirts and crucifix to the side and started to unbutton his pants as Nandor guided him backwards toward the wing chair. When the back of his knees hit the chair, Nandor gave him a small shove, and he fell into it. Nandor kneeled and pulled his khakis off, then his socks. Guillermo was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding in anticipation of what Nandor would do. It was the first time in several weeks that he’d let Nandor have much of a say in what they were doing and giving up control to Nandor was both delicious and terrifying.
Nandor surged up for another kiss, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Guillermo’s boxer briefs. He slid his hands around to the back, one hand gripping Guillermo’s waist and the other sliding lower, between his ass cheeks. Then he broke the kiss, backed up, and pulled the briefs off. He knelt between Guillermo’s knees and ran cool hands up his warm thighs. Then he paused. He met Guillermo’s eyes and said, “I want to do terrible, filthy things to you. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” Guillermo croaked. He was feeling very emotional. His throat felt tight, like he was going to start crying. His voice was coming out rough and a bit squeaky. But the horniest parts of his mind really wanted this. “Do you think we should move somewhere more comfortable? Maybe down to the lair, or…”
Nandor put a finger to Guillermo’s lips. “Shhh,” he said quietly. “Don’t talk unless you want me to stop.” At Guillermo’s worried frown, he added, “You can trust me this time. I signed a contract, remember? I want to prove it to you.” When Guillermo said nothing, merely continued to breathe heavily, Nandor nodded. “Okay. Great.”
The sight of Nandor kneeling between his knees always did things to Guillermo’s brain and his libido, but this time it was especially intense. For weeks he had been denying Nandor the pleasure of letting his imagination run wild, and the anticipation of what he might come up with was making Guillermo’s heart race. Nandor could hear it, Guillermo knew. But for a moment Nandor didn’t do anything. He just knelt there and looked up at Guillermo, then his eyes traced slowly down Guillermo’s body. An evil, fang-revealing grin nudged the corners of his lips upward. Slowly, his cool fingers traced up Guillermo’s inner thighs from his knees toward his already substantial erection. Guillermo shivered. Then Nandor slid the fingers of one hand up his shaft, and the other hand went in the other direction, between his legs.
Guillermo’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he closed them and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. His hands, which had been gripping the arms of the wing chair, moved of their own accord to the top of Nandor’s head, fingers twisting in his hair and attempting to pull Nandor’s mouth closer to his penis. Nandor pulled back suddenly, forcing Guillermo to let go of his hair, and removed his fingers from where they had been exploring, leaving Guillermo bereft. “No, no, no,” Nandor admonished. “You are not in charge tonight, little man.” Nandor sat back and waved a finger at Guillermo. “Remember that? What did we talk about? I am the boss tonight.”
Guillermo watched Nandor’s long, ringed fingers carefully. He decided urgently and definitively that he would do whatever was necessary to encourage those fingers to continue touching him. He nodded. “Yes, Master,” he whispered. Nandor’s eyes went wide.
“What did you say, Guillermo?”
Guillermo cleared his throat. He said, a bit more firmly this time, “Yes, Master.” His cock twitched with excitement, as if to say, finally!
The effect on Nandor was more dramatic. He flowed up from his knees to capture Guillermo’s face between his hands, pressing their mouths together and inhaling as if he wanted to breathe Guillermo in entirely. He brought one knee up into the chair as he continued to kiss him, as if he was trying to straddle Guillermo’s lap. There wasn’t enough room in the chair for both of them to sit facing each other. Nandor wrapped his arms around Guillermo’s waist, lifted him, and stood up, holding Guillermo tight against his chest as he continued to kiss him. Guillermo, for his part, had his own arms wrapped around Nandor’s neck, hardly noticing that Nandor had pulled him out of the chair as he tilted his head to press their lips and tongues together more deeply. He could feel Nandor’s spectacular erection pressing against his own as Nandor turned them around and sat back down in the chair, this time with Guillermo on his lap. “Turn around,” Nandor growled into Guillermo’s mouth. Obediently, Guillermo broke the kiss, raised himself slightly, and turned so that he was sitting once again on Nandor’s lap but this time with his back to him. He positioned his legs to either side of Nandor’s. Nandor wrapped his arms around Guillermo’s waist, pulling him tight against him once again as Guillermo reached down to caress Nandor’s hips and thighs, which was all he could comfortably reach.
He was in a vulnerable position. He had turned his back to Nandor. He could feel Nandor’s cock pressed against his lower back. His crucifix was on the floor, tangled amongst his discarded clothing and out of reach. But he didn’t feel afraid. He felt exhilarated, and that realization – that he felt safe being vulnerable with Nandor again – sent a rush of euphoria from his toes to the top of his head. He laughed out loud and leaned his head back to rest on Nandor’s shoulder.
Nandor squeezed him a bit harder, running his hands up and down Guillermo’s torso and belly as he kissed up his neck and along his jawline. Guillermo couldn’t see Nandor’s face, but he could feel that he was smiling. Guillermo was smiling too; in fact, he couldn’t stop. “Are you alright, Guillermo?” Nandor whispered in his ear as he continued to place half-desperate kisses.
“Yes,” Guillermo said breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”
Nandor groaned, continuing to caress him. “Your skin is so soft and warm.” Guillermo dug his fingers into Nandor’s hips. He shifted his weight and arched his back in an attempt to rub his ass against Nandor’s cock, making Nandor groan again. “Wait,” he said. With a wave of his hand he summoned a bottle of lube from a nearby table. He popped the bottle open with his thumb and poured a generous amount into his left hand. Guillermo watched the procedure breathlessly.
Nandor handed the bottle to Guillermo, who gripped it like a lifeline as Nandor slipped his left hand between them, under Guillermo, sliding it between his ass cheeks. His right hand snaked its way down Guillermo’s front, coming to rest lightly on his cock. Guillermo bucked up against Nandor’s hand with a moan, and Nandor gripped it gently and began to stroke. Meanwhile, two lube-slick fingers slipped carefully into his entrance. Guillermo instantly tensed up, then made a conscious effort to relax his muscles while Nandor patiently waited. His grip on Guillermo’s member had become infinitesimally tighter, his stroke the smallest amount harder and faster. Guillermo reached down with his free hand and wrapped it around Nandor’s fingers, encouraging him to squeeze tighter. Nandor laughed. “Be patient, Guillermo. We’ll get there.” He shoved a third slicked finger in next to the others as Guillermo rocked back against Nandor’s hand, silently demanding.
Nandor suddenly removed his hands from on and inside Guillermo, prompting a wordless bark of protest. But then he gripped Guillermo by his hips, lifting him off his lap and carefully bringing him back down to envelop Nandor’s huge cock, letting gravity and Guillermo’s own weight do the work. Guillermo gasped as the familiar burn filled him and set his whole body aflame. He realized how much he had dearly missed this as he held still and waited for the overwhelming sensation to calm. Nandor was waiting too, for a signal that it was okay to continue. He reached up and back, caressing Nandor’s beard and nodding. This was the signal, and Nandor began to thrust his hips up, burying himself deeper into Guillermo while his hands resumed their exploration of Guillermo’s body.
Guillermo held on tight to the arms of the chair as Nandor repeatedly impaled him. His body jolted with each thrust. Tears were beginning to pool in the corners of his eyes that were formed partly from the intensity of the feeling of Nandor fucking him so thoroughly, and partly from a storm of emotions that were swirling through his brain. He wanted to say something to Nandor. He wanted to tell him how grateful he was for the patience he had shown him while he sorted everything out in his mind, how much their relationship and Nandor himself meant to him. He wanted to say something about his hopes and dreams for a future they might have together. He wanted to articulate something romantic, something profound, something that would, perhaps, make Nandor tear up too, make this moment something special and deep. He wanted to tell Nandor how much he loved him. “Oooof,” was what he said. He closed his eyes.
Suddenly, without breaking his rhythm, Nandor wrapped his arms around Guillermo, one arm around his chest and one around his stomach, and buried his nose in the crook of Guillermo’s neck, inhaling his scent. Considering that Guillermo was getting very sweaty from their current strenuous activity, he imagined his scent was particularly strong at the moment. “Guillermo,” Nandor murmured. “I would like very much to bite you right now.”
Guillermo’s pooled tears began to fall in earnest. He was pretty sure Nandor wouldn’t bite him, as much as he might want to. No biting unless it’s an emergency. It was in the contract. But the fact that he had said he wanted to… that might have been the most romantic thing Nandor had ever said to him. Guillermo really needed to say something equally sweet and romantic. “More,” he squeaked. “Fuck me harder.”
“Mmmmph. Shit!” replied Nandor eloquently. He lifted Guillermo by the hips once more and pushed them both forward onto the floor. Guillermo fell to his hands and knees, Nandor on top of him and Nandor’s dick still mostly inside him. Guillermo spread his knees apart, rested his head on his arms, and braced himself as Nandor proceeded to pound into him harder and rougher, as requested. Was he using vampiric strength, Guillermo wondered briefly, before his mind went completely blank.
He was panting, making involuntary incoherent sounds, and he couldn’t be bothered to care. A string of drool dropped from his open mouth as he squinched his eyes shut. With each thrust, his penis dragged against the wool of the carpet in the most delightfully frustrating way. The nothingness in his head felt glorious as he concentrated on only Nandor. The feeling of Nandor’s hands bruisingly gripping his hips, his cool, massive cock stretching him open, his body slamming into his ass. He could tell from the hitch in Nandor’s breath behind him that he was getting close. Nandor reached around and wrapped long fingers around Guillermo’s erection, stroking roughly once, twice, as his rhythm developed a stutter.
Nandor came with a groan and zero warning, holding his body still as he squeezed Guillermo’s dick and gave it a twist which pushed Guillermo over his own edge, spilling his seed over the carpet and making a mess he’d undoubtedly have to clean up later. He really didn’t care. All the strength drained from his limbs and he collapsed onto his belly, Nandor following him down, covering him like a chilled blanket. It felt nice against Guillermo’s flushed and overheated skin. Guillermo sighed happily. And then he began to cry again.
Nandor pulled out carefully, rolled off Guillermo, and propped himself up on his elbow. He looked down at the other man in alarm. “Are you crying, Guillermo? What’s wrong?” Guillermo rolled onto his back and grabbed Nandor’s arm, pulling him roughly to him. He sobbed into Nandor’s shoulder, his face partially hidden by long silky hair. Nandor held him grimly. “Did I hurt you?” Guillermo shook his head.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. It was really good.” He wiped his eyes and sniffled. Nandor sighed with relief and began to kiss Guillermo’s tears away. His loose hair tickled Guillermo’s face and he laughed. His emotions were all over the place, but he felt free. He lay bonelessly on the floor in front of the warm fire, letting his mind wander idly and his emotions have their way with him. Nandor tangled their legs together as he continued to kiss him.
One of the best things about their relationship had been the equitable balance they had formed over many years. A co-equal partnership, as Nandor had named it. Losing that had been the thing that had hurt Guillermo the most after Nandor’s impulsive attack, whatever his motives had been. He had tried many different things to assuage his trauma, restore the balance, and heal the relationship. He had tried making Nandor submit to him (which Nandor had done cheerfully and with enthusiasm), he’d drafted the contract, he’d tried throwing himself into their work - that work being hunting down and punishing assholes - and he’d tried various therapeutic methods – up to and including the patience stone, but not including confession. It had all helped a little, it had all pushed him a bit closer to feeling normal. But nothing he’d tried had been exactly the right medicine. This, tonight – paradoxically and perversely – this giving up control to Nandor completely, had felt different. He had felt something hard inside him loosen and give way. It defied logic. It made the opposite of sense that giving up control would heal him from the trauma of his original loss of control. And yet, it seemed to be so. He felt light, and happy, and completely comfortable in Nandor’s arms for the first time in a long time as Nandor continued to kiss him and stroke his sweaty skin. For once he wasn’t overthinking everything. Why? Who knew why. It didn’t matter right now. Guillermo was content.
After a few minutes of Nandor’s careful caresses and attention, Guillermo began to get sleepy. He murmured and rolled onto his side, expecting Nandor to spoon up behind him. Instead, to his surprise, Nandor lifted him easily. He deposited him gently in the coffin, then piled his clothes on top of him, carefully avoiding contact with the crucifix. “What are you doing?” he inquired drowsily. “Am I sleeping in your coffin?”
Nandor wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer when it came to relationships. That was indisputable. But he seemed to understand that what had happened between them tonight was something significant, something precious to be protected. “I’m sending you down alone, so I don’t crowd you. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you. Hang on.” And Nandor pulled the elevator lever, sending Guillermo shooting down 200 feet to the lair.
As soon as the coffin landed gently at the bottom, Nandor poofed out of bat form next to him. Guillermo started to climb out, but Nandor was quicker. He wrapped his arms around Guillermo once more and lifted him out of the coffin. He floated them both into the alcove that contained the bed, pulled back the comforter and set Guillermo down. Then, finally, he lay down behind him, conforming his body to Guillermo’s, his nose tucked into the crook of Guillermo’s neck. Guillermo took Nandor’s hands that were pressed to his chest and held them tightly in his own. He listened to Nandor’s slow, even breaths. The vampire didn’t need to breathe, of course, but if he wasn’t consciously holding his breath, breathing was still something his once-human brain told his body it needed to do. The sound comforted Guillermo. He knew Nandor would have to go to coffin in order to get the best sleep, but Guillermo didn’t want him to leave quite yet. “Stay with me until I’m asleep?”
Nandor squeezed him a little tighter. “I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
Guillermo sighed and closed his eyes. I love you too, he thought.
The End.