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That One Bloodsucking Boyslut	By : Aera Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took about a day or so before I woke up again. Stiff, sore and a little more than confused. But I was feeling great for something who had been fucked senseless and, presumably, knocked out for a whole day. Naked. I could feel the sticky dried cum on my ass, and like I was stuffed full of it. Just how many times did he fuck me?
Looking around didn’t help any. Despite the darkness, I could see perfectly, but I didn’t recognize the surroundings. A TV with a recliner in front of it was stashed in a corner, with a mini-fridge nearby. I was lying on a bed with a blanket tossed halfway onto me. I still had no idea where I was.
Despite lying stiff on a bed for nearly a day, I felt pretty good. I wasn’t that sore either. But I was hungry. I very nearly scrambled for the fridge, opening the little door, hoping for food. Instead, I found nearly a dozen quart-sized containers full of…juice?
Picking up one of the containers, I took a careful sniff. It smelled faintly fruity and a bit familiar. A sharp pang of hunger almost made me drop it, and before I knew it I was downing the whole thing as fast as I could drink it down. I never knew anything could be so delicious as this and whatever it was I frankly didn’t care. It was good. It made me feel good. It made me full. That’s all that mattered. It splattered down my front, covering me in the liquid. It was cold, but it smelled and tasted like heaven.
I was still gulping it down when the door opened. I was too busy gorging on the nectar of the gods to notice anything, the liquid slipped past my lips, drenching my naked chest, the cold hardening my nipples and sending shivers down my spine. It was so delicious! So good! A low moan of delight escaped my lips, a bubble of faint red hue popping as I felt the hunger smothered by a full belly. My hands were covered in it and I began sucking each of them clean, lapping at my arms. Fuck, now that the hunger was gone, I was fucking horny! It made me warm and, above all, hard as hell.
"Looks like you're having fun," said an amused voice.
That startled me out of my messy snacking and I whipped around. A man was grinning at the sight of me, my mouth and chest drenched in the red stuff. He raised his hand, palm up, and made the 'come hither' motion.
Obediently, I crawled over, ready to service him.
He leaned forwards and licked the drying remains of the stuff on my face and neck, kissing and biting lightly. I couldn't help but cry out softly in pleasure and surprise as his teeth slid softly over the sensitive nubs of flesh on my chest. I felt myself grow even harder, straining as the mystery man began sucking on one nipple before alternating to the other, teasing and pulling with the other. His saliva soon covered my abdomen and I was shivering and shuddering under the expert ministrations via mouth and tongue.
A grunt of surprise and amusement was barely heard above my cry of pleasure when he flicked the swollen head of my cock.
"Hmm, horny little bugger you are," said the man with an audible smile. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up."
A light was switched on and I spasm instinctively as it blinded me for a moment. The room had a modest bath and other essentials, though no mirror. The showerhead was already running hot and clouds of steam were filling the air.
I savored the sensation of the warm water splashing into my face and back, feeling layers of cum, drink, and saliva sloth off in one fell moment.
A pair of hands began to massage my backside and my host's cold chest touched mine, the unmistakable stiffness pressing between my buttocks was a sure sign of my reward.
"Not now," purred the voice in my air. "We need to clean you...inside of you."
Something slowly made it's way into my tight hole, and hot liquid warm began filling me up.
An enema. I shuddered and squirmed a little, but a hand closed around my cock and pumped it a little. I moaned a little and gasped as my limit was reached.
He was already pulling it out of my ass when I moaned in discomfort, "Already? Let it all out now."
I shuddered as the feeling of being excessively full disappeared. Flecks of brown and thick white was mixed in the clear water that came out, rushing past my feet and down the drain. There was the feeling of more warmth rushing up into me and the returning bloating feeling...
My host gave me four enemas until he was satisfied that I was clean. Disorientated by the repeated enemas and thoroughly clean, the minutes of being dried up and carried was a blur. Wrapped in a large white fluffy towel, I found myself in his bed. Blinking, confusion reigned under I spotted something familiar hovering over my face and I grinned.
Opening my mouth, I took the waiting cock inside and bobbed my head back and forth. An appreciative moan signaled good news and they increased in length and volume as each motion accommodated inch after inch of cockmeat. The head of the cock was soon bulging down my throat and the familiar feeling of the need to gag came, but as an expert of deepthroat, I repressed it held the entire length of meat inside until slowly withdrawing. Like a massive glistening sausage, it popped out of my mouth as I had both hands pumped it while my mouth sucked on the crown of the cockhead, tongue sliding into the slit at the very tip. By now, my host was moaning and gasping as I toyed and teased with his prick. He positively screamed as I suddenly deepthroated him again, again, and again.
The entire length stretched my poor throat over and over, continuing my suction and balancing it with the contractions of my muscles. Hands gripped at my hair as he began pounding my throat, the precum sloshing out into my belly as he neared his limit. On the cusp of his orgasm, I fell back against the bed as he nearly fell on top of me, his crotch buried in my throat as I felt something warm hit the back of my throat and down into my stomach. He shuddered twice, three and four times before withdrawing.
With a gasp, he cracked a grin full of sharp teeth and pulled me into an embrace to taste the cum in between my lips.
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Being a vampire had it's perks. I adjusted pretty well to it, I'd have to say. Spike was a good teacher and he liked showing me off to the other local vampires; who weren't as smart as they liked to imply. He taught me how to find prey and drink blood the proper way, to get the most out of a human and how to spot the best food. I slept during the day and made my rounds through the night. I picked up my own modus operandi round then, Rather than stalk and pounce on the victim like Spike, I preferred to seduce them, hooking them up for cash and fucking the ever loving shit out of them, when they were tired and living in that little buzz that came after mindblowing sex, I would take some blood. Not enough to kill mind, but definitely knock out. I had clientele, and you don't kill your source of cash. By that time, I had parted ways with Spike.
He didn't like my attitude, the way I went to feed. But he didn't mind. I still crash at his place a lot though and made plenty of love to him too.
Spike said that vampires don't have souls. I didn't really mind; to tell the truth, living forever, fucking forever, and just having fun was good enough for me.
Of course, he mentioned the Slayers and how they hunted vampires. I'm not much of a fighter, so chances of my trying to kill them were pretty much nil.
Up until I met Adam of course.
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