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"Shh." Bending, Dieter kissed him, lips soft and cool on his. "You were dying, Mago. I had to."
"Had to?" It must've been worse than he thought. He must've been in the hospital a while and just
couldn't remember.
"You'll forgive me. I shall give you all the sights I never had." It was almost like Dieter was
talking to himself.
"Forgive you?" He tried to sit up, tried to think.
"Yes. I am sorry, love." Easing him up, Dieter let him lean. His chest didn't even hurt.
"For what?" He blinked down, a pink-skinned scar on his chest. Scarred. Jesus. "How long has it
been?"
"Not quite a day and a half. I know you must be hungry, but you slept so well." The man just
couldn't seem to stop touching him, his cheeks, his chin. His throat.
"A day..." No. No, it couldn't be so. "I gotta call Mama. She'll be worried."
Hungry.
Oh, God yes.
Hungry.
"Yes. Yes, you must call her and tell her you are leaving town, and that you love her, but not to
speak to anyone about you."
"Huh?"
"She must think you're dead, love." Dieter sounded dead serious. Dead. Him.
"Why? That'd make her cry, Guapo."
"I know. But it would be worse for her to know." He could see the distress on Dieter s face, the
way the corners of that fine mouth pulled down.
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"To know what? I didn't do nothing, Dieter. The cops would know, yeah? I didn't hurt him back."
That hunger in him flared, driven by fear and the beginnings of panic.
"Oh, love. You need to feed. It will not give you everything you need, but here." Dieter pulled at
him, cradling his face in the crook of neck and shoulder, the scent there amazing.
Shudders rocked him, his lips open, tongue sliding on Dieter s... Oh. Oh, he wanted to. Fuck
him. He couldn't. But he wanted to.
"Now, Mago. That voice brooked no argument. It compelled him, just like Dieter s hand on the
back of his neck.
The weirdest fucking sound came out of him, raw and wild and the light went red when he bit
down, Dieter s flavor filling his mouth. Body going stiff against him, Dieter held him, rocked
him, letting him drink his fill. Hot, metallic, salty, it was like Dieter s come but a thousand times
stronger.
He lifted his face to breathe, to meet Dieter s eyes, when the horror of what he'd done hit him.
"Guapo. I'm sorry. I& " What was wrong with him? With everything?
"No. No, this is what you need. What will make you stronger." So careful. Dieter treated him like
he was made of glass.
"Stronger?" He leaned closer, licked the drops from Dieter s skin, so careful, so gentle.
"Oh yes. Much. You will need more, and you will need it fresh, but this will do for now." A soft
moan followed the words, Dieter pushing against him a little.
"More? I don't understand." He scooted closer, wrapping himself in Dieter, tongue still working,
licking.
A low growl vibrated against his mouth and then he was on his back on the floor with Dieter on
top of him. "Too sensitive, Mago. Enough."
His own growl surprised him, muscles tensing to fight, to push Dieter away.
What the Hell?
"I said enough." Like the man weighed a million pounds, Dieter pressed down on him, suddenly
way heavier than his mass allowed for. It was like being buried in wet cement.
"Dieter?" His eyes rolled a little, something in him shaken, deep down.
"Shhh." Soft kissed landed on his cheeks and chin, Dieter suddenly back to normal, loving on
him. Like nothing had happened. "I know, it's terribly confusing, love. I know."
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"Yeah." Yeah. He was all fucked up. Maybe even scared. "I don't get it, Guapo. I'm missing
stuff."
"Missing what?" They sat up, Dieter pulling him up, hands on him, and it was almost like Dieter
was a little off balance, like maybe he needed some reassurance, too.
"What all happened. We were going home to your place, then that dude mugged us and I don't
remember shit after that." He grabbed Dieter and held on, squeezed the man tight.
"The man, he shot you. I took you upstairs, I was going to call the ambulance, but you were
cold..." The man's shoulders were shaking, for God's sake.
Oh, shit. That must've scared the shit out Dieter. "Well, it must've worked out, huh? I'm here. I'm
alive. Hell, I don't even hurt."
"Yes and no." A muttered curse in what sounded like German came, then. "You are now what I
am, love. Vampir."
"What?" Oh, man. That had to mean something in German that was different than what it
sounded like it meant in English.
"Vampire, Mago. That is what you are now." That face turned to him, Dieter leaning like he was
trying so hard to see him.
"Did that guy hurt you, Guapo?" His hands started sliding over Dieter s skin, searching for
wounds. Jesus, what if Deiter'd hit his head or something?
"No. I am not injured. I know what I am saying." Lifting one of his hands, Dieter rubbed it over
those soft lips, then over some very, very sharp teeth.
Okay.
Okay.
No.
No, now that didn't work.
"What game is this? I don't... This ain't cool, Dieter, teasing me now."
"I would not. Not about this. I didn't want to, Mago, but you were dying and I... I am sorry."
Man, Dieter was always with it, always confident. This was kinda scary.
"Okay. Okay. You relax. We're okay." He patted and tried to think. Okay. First. Uh.
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Damn.
First.
Come on, Javier. Think.
"We will... We will both feel better if we feed. I can find someone."
"Huh?" Food sounded good. "Why're we at a hotel, Guapo? I coulda made you food at your
place."
"I'm afraid not. I took you and anything I might need and left. We cannot go back there."
Leaning in, Dieter kissed him, soft, sweet, and kinda careful.
"But..." He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? "Will the cops come?"
"I imagine. You lost a lot of blood. I'm not sure anyone saw us, but how could I know?" Yeah,
with not being able to see, that was a good question.
"But we're the good guys. At least you are, huh?" He'd have a harder time.
"Am I?" Dieter laughed. "I suppose in this case." A sigh lifted Dieter s chest. "It is not like me to
mope. We must feed you. Help me up?"
"Sure. Okay." He stood up, got Dieter to his feet. He just needed to take Dieter home. If Mama
couldn't help, Uncle Eazie could.
"Thank you." Strong hands latched onto his arms, Dieter leaning to kiss him again, this time
deep and hard, making his cock spring to life in a surprising rush.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Mago groaned, touch going from helpful to needy, just like that, and he found himself rubbing,
needing to be closer.
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