The Vampire's War, page 14
“Were you hunting elk tonight?” Jaret asked her as he patted her head.
“You should not let a vampire dog roam free,” Brady scolded Jaret.
“Nothing will happen to her.”
“I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about what she hunts.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sex and War
7 MARCH 2019
Nederland, CO
Jaret’s mind spun with a whirl of emotion. He was pissed off at the Council, afraid of the war, determined to help defeat Styx, and laser focused on location. He was also bewildered. His feelings for Anthony, however, were even stronger. Jaret had come to accept Anthony’s death despite sensing Anthony’s presence.
Jaret shook his head as he and Darth walked fast through the Rocky Mountains toward tonight’s meeting. If Anthony were alive, Jaret would sense another vampire nearby. Instead, he sensed the essence of Anthony but not a physical presence. What was Anthony’s ghost playing at?
Jaret looked at Darth as she peered up at him, probably wondering where they were headed. “I gotta get a grip,” he told her. She wagged her tail in agreement.
“You can grip this.” Charon appeared in front of Jaret, holding his crotch through a pair of joggers, so tight they left little to the imagination.
Jaret grinned. “I sensed you, you know. I let you follow me because you like watching my ass.”
“You have no idea.” Charon bounded over, reached around Jaret, and grabbed his butt cheeks.
Jaret swatted Charon’s hand off and pushed the vampire away. “You’re wearing a tank top and thin sweats in the middle of the winter in Colorado. Not very discreet for a vampire.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Obedient Vampire. I wouldn’t want a passing moose to figure me out. Or heaven forbid a meandering wolf.”
Jaret rolled his eyes. “This close to Boulder, we could happen upon tripping hippies lost as fuck.”
“I’d feed off them and be done.” Charon shrugged.
They reached the secret tunnel to Charon’s underground castle and went down. Jaret followed Charon through the labyrinth and passed some of his boys until they arrived at one of the myriad rooms in the palace, a new one for Jaret.
“I’ve seen this place before.” Jaret scanned his mind to place the location.
Charon laughed. “Yeah, you have! My favorite bar in Fort Lauderdale. I recreated the main bar here for old times’ sake. I came here because we needed a room appropriate for a dog.” Charon pointed to Darth.
“You always worry about her. She won’t poop inside. A little fur won’t hurt anything. One of your minions can lick it up while you watch. Seriously, all the come and body fluids you let fly around here, but Darth’s wandering around gets your panties in a bunch? Can we get down to business?”
Jaret went around the back of the bar and grabbed a bottle of bourbon, making them a couple of old-fashioneds. “I figured some things out about the war but need to ponder other aspects.” Jaret handed Charon his drink. He wanted to get down to business but not tell Charon about the turmoil roiling through him.
Charon sat on a stool across from Jaret and stared at him. “Do you ever chill?”
“All the time.” Jaret rolled his eyes. “Except being in the middle of a war that threatens to annihilate us seems like a bad time to relax.”
“Or!” Charon held up a finger of revelation. “Such a moment presents the perfect time! In the off chance we’re about to die anyway, have some fun before the end. Go out with a bang. A literal bang.”
Jaret suppressed a laugh, but a smile spread across his face despite himself. “Are you seriously propositioning me again? Last time I was here, you lost boys. They were murdered. You were a mess, rightfully so, and pledged to fight. But tonight, you already return to thinking with your dick.”
Charon grimaced, then swayed his head back and forth in thought. “I didn’t forget. I’m pissed. But moping around won’t bring them back. And I await your command about what to do. So, in the meantime, we might as well fuck.” Charon motioned for Jaret to move closer.
“We can talk from here.” Jaret stayed his ground. “I’ve made myself clear, I believe, about needing to avoid sex with you.”
Charon stood on the rungs of his stool with his legs leaning against the bar, his waist close to Jaret’s eye level. His thin pants strained from the erection threatening to pop out. “Do you see what you do to me?” Charon asked.
Jaret reached over and flicked Charon’s dick, causing Charon to lurch back and almost fall off the stool.
Jaret giggled. “Aren’t you excited I touched you?”
“I am.” Charon nodded. “I can get into violence with you. Please.” He held his hands up in prayer. “I’ll talk serious about the war for hours and hours to your heart’s content, but first we have to come. I can’t concentrate until I have you. Please.”
Jaret downed his drink and made another one, while pouring Charon straight-up bourbon. “You have tons of hot guys here, and all want to fuck you anytime, anywhere. Or you could walk into any dance party and pick up about any guy in two seconds. Have a fuck in an alley. In a stall. Take a twink for a trip to Europe. Have you ever suffered from rejection? So why the infatuation with me?”
“You reject me every time I see you.”
“The allure of the forbidden fruit, eh?”
“Here you go again with the Chatty Cathy routine. I won’t discuss your precious war, so you want a deep psychological dive into what motivates me. I can answer the latter pretty fast. Come. Coming. Fucking. Hot man-on-man sex. Bubble butts. Sumptuous lips wrapped around my cock. Orgies. I could continue.”
“I acknowledged your sex motivation. You’re dodging the part about your obsession with me.”
Charon narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know the answer for why.” He shrugged. “Not worried about pondering why. You know you’re hot. Your hair alone gives me a boner. Maybe you’re right. You entice with the forbidden fruit. So, give me your ass, and we can move forward because I’ll have tasted the banned hole and no longer will suffer from this longing.”
Jaret threw his head back in laughter. “Always with the charm. At least you leave little to the imagination.”
“You could never imagine with enough accuracy the complete and utter euphoria of what my tongue would feel like in your ass.”
Jaret reached across the counter and patted Charon on the cheek. “You know we’re not having sex. Can we please talk about the war? We’re threatened and you know it, no matter how flippantly you try to pretend. I need you. We can help the Council, whether they want our assistance or not. You and I possess a different kind of magic from Council magic. And you have a more intimate knowledge of Styx.”
“I agreed to participate. I’m all in. So, what about this agreement: Can we have sex when this is over? In celebration?”
“I’m in mourning and fragile. We can discuss sex after the war, and I’ll be able to better concentrate.”
Charon frowned. “Not a very promising answer.”
Charon lowered his head as if defeated. But from the side Jaret could see the wrinkle near his eyes betraying a smile. Charon spun around and called for Jaret to follow with the motion of his hand. They ended up in a corner of the recreated bar, where a set of loveseats and a coffee table offered a secluded parlor feel amid the chaos of what would be a thriving bar scene.
Jaret worried Charon would attempt to sit on the same sofa to persist with his seduction, but he allowed them to sit opposite each other. Before Jaret could relax and switch to the business at hand, Charon leaned back, spread his legs wide, and sighed. His hand drifted down his chest and landed on his erection, rubbing as he licked his lips and winked at Jaret.
“I thought we moved on from your horniness.” Jaret crossed his legs to conceal his own growing excitement.
Charon shook his head. “I can’t relax with you in the room today. You always get me. I forgot to jack off when I woke up and the pent-up energy might consume me.”
“You forgot?” Jaret laughed. “I imagine you rub one out at least every hour.”
“I like to build up the tension sometimes.”
“You’re incorrigible.” Jaret shook his head. “We’re at war. This is serious.”
Charon stared across the table at Jaret, ignoring his last comments and continuing to feel himself through his pants. He blew Jaret a kiss and tilted his head in seduction. Charon grabbed the tip of his penis through the cloth and squeezed and manipulated until his legs tightened, his muscles became taut, and come streamed out to soak his clothes and press through the fabric and onto his fingers. Charon let out a long breath and rested his head against the loveseat cushion.
Jaret barked out a laugh as he adjusted his pants from his own erection. “I just can’t with you.”
Charon lifted his head and smiled. “You liked my show, didn’t you? Want some?” Charon stretched out the come between his fingers.
Jaret smiled from ear to ear but shook his head.
“Come on, just a little taste.” Charon pinched the come between his fingers.
“No. Now stop.”
“But I’m a complete mess!”
“And who might we blame for your messy situation, I wonder?” Jaret rolled his eyes.
“At least I think I can concentrate on your serious shit now. Oh, but maybe you better finish yourself off first. So you’re not distracted too.”
“I’m fine.”
“Doesn’t look like you’re fine.” Charon pointed to Jaret’s crotch.
“Stop.” Jaret placed his hand over his junk. “I’m not big enough to show through my jeans. Leave me alone.”
Charon giggled and adjusted his legs. “I feel a bit uncomfortable with the sticky goo in my pants. Please come over and clean up for me.”
“Suffer. Can we please talk? This is serious.”
Charon nodded and the smile fell from his face. “I know. You and I already agree. I signed on board with whatever we need to do. I told you after Styx invaded my castle and killed more of my boys. I quarantined them here, cast my security spells, and no one can get in or out of here until we finish the war. Also, I looked over your plans.” Charon shrugged. “Easy. I trust your instinct and know from my own experience we’ll need all the magic and vampire power in the world to beat Styx. So you do your thing and cue me in when I’m needed. I’ll be ready to get him to your chosen spot.”
Jaret frowned across the room. “I didn’t expect such easy compliance.”
Charon leapt off the loveseat and surprised Jaret by landing right next to him on his sofa. Charon leaned toward Jaret and smiled. “Easy?” He smirked. “You’ve been recruiting me for a few years. Since we first met. Vampires died and I resisted. I’d say it was your persistence finally coming through to bring us to this point. So, to war! I feel like we should be singing songs from Les Mis!”
Jaret grinned. “Only you could get me to smile about heading off on a suicide mission. I’m glad my persistence has paid off because you are crucial to my plan.” But he refused to turn his head and stare into those beautiful eyes, mere inches from his own face. The faint smell of come on Charon distracted him enough.
“We rewarded your persistence,” Charon whispered. “What about mine? Quid pro quo?”
“I said—”
But Jaret choked on his words. He was overcome with sexual energy when Charon leaned over the remaining distance to kiss Jaret’s ear. Charon then plunged his tongue in as he also reached around to feel Jaret’s still erect dick.
Part Six
War Begins
Chapter Sixteen
Seduction
7 MARCH 2019
James Peak, Colorado
Even amid the erupting vampire war, another and very different war raged in Jaret’s head as he sat on a sofa in Charon’s castle. Charon persisted with his seduction despite having come in his own pants. He sat with his tongue probing Jaret’s ear and his hand placed on top of Jaret’s crotch. Jaret wanted to rip off his clothes and have sex.
Jaret imagined turning his head to kiss Charon, to jab his tongue into one of the hottest vampires he’d ever seen and taste him. He envisioned allowing Charon to take control. He knew, if Jaret gave the signal, Charon would lead them in whatever direction satisfied his longing. And Jaret loved an in-command top asserting his sexual will. He fantasized about Charon penetrating his ass and coming, about fucking over and over until, even as vampires, they spent all their available energy and collapsed into each other’s arms.
Every sensation in Jaret’s body wanted to give in to the pleasure with the god sitting next to him. Charon’s muscular body and pleas for sex were pulling Jaret into Charon’s orbit. Having no sex since Anthony died made the situation worse.
There Anthony appeared again, intruding into Jaret’s mind with reminders of their love and eternal commitment. No matter where he went or what he confronted, Anthony lingered. Jaret felt the persistent pain of losing Anthony along with the nagging sense of fealty to him. As if, even in death, Jaret would betray their love if he had sex with someone else.
Being frozen in these ponderings helped nothing because as Jaret sat in turmoil Charon continued his foreplay. Jaret fought against the urge to come, the friction of Charon’s hand against his jeans enough to release the pent-up energy. Charon pushed his own rock-hard cock against Jaret’s side. Jaret almost hit himself in the head in reprimand when a sigh of satisfaction escaped his own lips.
“See. You want my cock so bad,” Charon whispered into his ear.
Charon’s words snapped Jaret out of the moment. He pushed Charon off, leapt to his feet, and laughed as he adjusted himself and straightened his clothes. “I’m glad you always open your mouth to bring me back to reality.” Jaret took a deep breath and turned to compose himself. He closed his eyes and focused on the impending war and images of severed body parts until his hard-on went away. Jaret turned back to face Charon.
Charon flopped back on the sofa and spread his arms out wide. “I almost had you!” he shouted. “Dammit.”
“Almost.” Jaret slapped himself on the cheek and was happy to feel the excitement leave his body. “You are one sex god.” He pointed at Charon. “Another year, another context, I’d go with the flow. In my naïve youth I’d have signed up to be one of your sex-slave boys and not realize my mistake until too late. I’d envision turning into your spouse and being the perfect couple, while you cheated on me and fucked anything moving, breaking my heart every time.”
Charon grinned a wicked smile. “You’d follow me around like a puppy begging me every minute for more. You’d love living here!” Charon raised his arms in the air to indicate the castle. “You admitted you want to be my wife!”
Jaret grimaced. “Wife? What? No. And I was speaking in theory, as if you happened upon my naïve eighteen-year-old self. Present me knows the truth about you. Prison is not my style. I know the difference between lust and something permanent.”
“You know what? I’m going to agree with you. You’re too fucking independent. I’d have to lock you in a room and turn you into a captive sex slave. Which I’d enjoy. You would too, except you’re so anal retentive you’d never give yourself over to the circumstances.”
“Which means I wouldn’t enjoy myself or your proposal,” Jaret barked back.
Charon nodded. “Yikes. You’re correct. It was not okay for me to insinuate rape. Sorry. I’ll remind you for about the one hundredth time how my boys came here of free will. We were talking theoretically about capturing you, not actual circumstances here at my palace.”
“Yeah, and what happens when one of them wants to leave?”
Charon shook his head. “You’re trying to distract from how much you want me. I can’t help myself. Dude, you do something to me. I can’t stand not having you.”
“You’re going to have to stand without me because this,” Jaret waved his hand back and forth between the two vampires, “is not going to happen.”
Jaret’s words contradicted how his dick tingled with the mere thought of sex with Charon.
They both started to say something else when Jordan stormed into the room, out of breath and babbling so fast and furious Jaret could not understand a word.
“What are you talking about?” Charon hurried over and grabbed Jordan. “You’re not making sense. I don’t understand.”
Jordan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Charon’s grip seemed to focus his energy. He spoke with urgency but with better control. “We’re being attacked. I don’t know what to do. You gotta come. Now, Boss man, now!” Jordan shouted the last sentence, lurched out of Charon’s hands, and raced back toward the door. “You gotta come.” Jordan motioned for them to follow and hurried down the hall.
Charon ran after him. Jaret followed. At vampiric speed, even with the size of the underground palace, they neared the grand entrance in seconds, but Jordan had lurched to a stop and blocked their path with his arm. Some of Charon’s other vampires huddled in a group in a corner, wide-eyed and alarmed.
“Give me more details,” Charon commanded.
“They tried to invade. Pounded on the rock so I went to check who was there. They had moved the stone to our tunnel and attempted to storm into the castle but your magic held them back. When one stepped a foot inside, a force threw them out. They screamed and yelled but couldn’t get in. They even threw shit at the entrance, but all of the crap flew back at them. They tried like five million times to enter, until something penetrated their brains, so they stopped. Now they’re hovering outside, pissed as hell and screaming they want to talk to you.”
“Who wants to talk to me?” Charon asked.
“I never saw the guy, but they said Styx.”
Charon clenched his teeth. “And are these vampires with him? People? Who’s out there?”
Jordan tilted his head. “I think vamps. Cray cray though. Because they kinda act more like zombies. Possessed. They’re people but with fangs, like vampires, but they all stare vacantly and grunt. He controls them in a more sinister way than how you manage us. I think he’d sacrifice everyone of ’em if he could get in here.”
