Blood Sacraments by Todd Gregory

thick as cum over my tongue. His flavor blew me away. There was no drug like it. It felt like that moment when my balls tightened and every muscle in my body coiled behind my hard-on. I sucked deeper, pushing my tongue into the slit of skin. He shuddered and so did I, like jizz was ready to explode out my dick.
    “See? I told you. There’s nothing like vamp blood.” His free hand yanked his cock out of his pants. It curved up toward his belly, slender from base to head, but long. Thick veins bulged under his taut, gold skin. Like me, he wasn’t hairy.
    “Stroke it,” I whispered.
    Seeing his hand work his shaft was killer. He rubbed the palm over his head and then ran a feathery grip up and down so fast it was almost a blur even to my eyes. I spat on it for him, and his hand jerked quick near the head with a firmer grip.
    I milked blood up his arm so that I could take more. The little taste was barely enough. Stars danced behind my eyes. The hot, thick blood coated my mouth. Oh fuck, that was great.
    Lee groaned. His hand fell away from his cock.
    Grasping his jaw, I glared at him. “Don’t ever fucking mark in my territory again or I’ll bring you real-death.”
    “I’m sorry. I just wanted to get your attention. I promise…”
    God, he took me so seriously! I licked my blood off his teeth. We shared it back and forth until the coppery flavor filled both our mouths.
    “Yeah, like that.” He sighed.
    I shoved back his head and forced my fangs into his throat. It was like sinking my dick into a hot mouth. A spasm chased through his body. He came in warm gushes over my hand as I pumped his dick for him.
    The lights flickering on the edge of my vision and the warmth under my skin built until I didn’t think I could take it anymore, but I didn’t want it to stop. My thirst was never so sated, and yet couldn’t be quenched. Lee touched my arm. I drew deep from him. He tasted like dark kisses and sweat and feverish sex. Voices murmured in my ears, the sounds of men fucking. Every nerve tingled, and for that brief moment, I was alive again. A bubble of feeling welled inside me. My muscles clenched and then— There were no words for the mouth orgasm that charged through my body.
    I pulled out of Lee’s throat. His eyelashes fluttered as he moaned. “Did I take too much?” I asked, suddenly afraid for him because he seemed fragile, like a human. My kills looked like that in the moment before their life ended.
    “Holy fuck. I haven’t edged like that since I was turned.”
    Lee was so light and frail in my arms. I touched his face, not afraid to be tender with him because he knew what I was and wanted me anyway. “Will you real-death if we don’t get you more blood?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Shit.” I wasn’t sure what to do, so I hooked my hands under his pits and dragged him off the girder. I was panting by the time I dragged him up to the road. Headlights blinded me as we staggered down the bridge. People hit their horns, but kept driving. If one of them would have stopped, I would have snatched them and let Lee feed, but they were speeding by too fast and I didn’t want to drop him in the middle of the road. Hell, I would have been happy to see a cop.
    By the time we reached my territory, Lee was really messed up. I was so screwed. I finally found a guy that would be cool to hang with, and I fucking drained him.
    He scratched his arm. “I need to feed, bad.”
    We sank to the sidewalk. I rubbed my face along Lee’s, leaving scent trails on his skin. Dragging my tongue across his throat, I bathed his wound. He smiled and snuggled against my chest. I was younger, I was smaller, I was nothing, and he worshipped me. He was worth a thousand Kells, or at least worth trading for the one I was stuck with.
    Fuck if that didn’t seem like a really hot idea.
    “Will you be okay if I leave you here for a couple minutes?”
    Lee nodded as his eyes slid close.
    “I swear I’ll be back really fast. Stay