Dillon laid on his stomach on the floor watching Aziral as he worked, ignoring his homework spread out before him. It had been almost a month since he had come to live with the man and the passion they had both felt that night had yet to cool. Parts of his days were spent at school and his nights were spent with Aziral. His sleeping was so screwed up there were times when he felt he would never feel fully rested until Aziral had finally decided to let him sleep part of the night before waking him. It wasn’t unusual for Dillon to crawl into bed with Aziral as soon as his classes where over to be pulled sleepily into the man’s embrace only to be awakened by more than playful nips on his neck around midnight.

He had also insisted that Dillon see a doctor regularly to make sure Dillon’s odd sleeping patterns nor Aziral’s feeding habits didn't ruin Dillon’s health. If the doctor wondered at his abnormal blood lose he remained quiet thanks in large part to Aziral’s large payments.

They went out every night doing something together to explore each other’s likes and tastes, finding them very much in synch with each other. Although Dillon had asked a multitude of questions about vampires, curious if the legends where true, Aziral often found a way to turn the subject to other matters, and Dillon had finally taken the hint and put a lid on his curiosity. Despite the fact that Aziral had been especially thoughtful and treated him well, Dillon was restless and the more time he spent with Aziral the more the lid on his questions irritated him.

School was incredibly boring although both Jack and Sarah were enormously pleased at his enrollment no matter how it had happened. He felt almost caged and a deep need inside of him to do something anything abounded in him. He found himself throttling down those desires firmly and channeling it into passionate sex that often time seemed to take the edge off the desires.

"Hey Aziral how long are you going to keep me?" Dillon asked abruptly.

"What are you talking about?" Aziral asked putting down his brush and walking over to Dillon kneeling down and rubbing his shoulders.

"I mean, how long before you tire of me?" Dillon asked.

"I shall keep you forever," Aziral said.

"What, so are you going to make me a vampire then?" Dillon asked.

Suddenly Aziral turned from Dillon and walked back to his work his whole body tense. It was apparent he had broached another sensitive topic.

"I will never make you a vampire Dillon, never," Aziral said softly picking up his brush again.

Although he really didn’t want to be made one the abrupt denial hit Dillon like a bolt. Wasn’t he good enough? Was Aziral just playing with him?

"So how long will you keep me?" Dillon asked again trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Why do you ask such things?" Aziral said his brush stoking the canvas softly.

"You say forever, but there really isn’t a forever for me. After all you’re not going to take much pleasure out of nailing a sixty year old guy," Dillon said tightly.

"I could grow old with you, you know. All I would have to do is not feed as often," Aziral said lightly.

"And starve yourself? Like I could live with that," Dillon scoffed.

Suddenly Aziral threw his brush knocking over the ruined canvas as he went over and picked Dillon off the floor with ease. Dillon found a mouth covering his own as Aziral kissed him roughly. Before Dillon could protest he felt hands tearing the clothes off him even as his own hands ripped the light clothes away from Aziral. He bit the man’s tongue letting his long nails rack down the pale skin of Aziral’s taunt body causing deep lines of blood before they closed. Dillon licked at the small lines of red and lifted his face to allow the man to kiss him. Aziral’s tongue licked at his mouth greedily as Dillon pushed the man to the floor. Straddling Aziral’s face he let his cock slide into the hot mouth even as he leaned forward to take the semi-hard member in his own mouth.

He hissed in surprise as he felt Aziral sink his teeth in the delicate skin of his inner thigh gasping as he felt the man drink from for the first time in over a week. He looked down at the enormous cock that almost pulsed as he took it into his mouth fully once again. Pulling his leg away from the greedy mouth tearing his skin painfully he turn and looked down at Aziral’s blood cover face that looked up at him angrily. Before the man could say anything Dillon slipped the rigid sex into him with a long moan of pleasure. He rocked on Aziral leading the man’s now overly warm hand to his own aching shaft as he watched anger shift to lust.

He moved his body almost frantically on the man feeling his restlessness subside on the fierce torrent of pleasure, pain, and sex. He could hear Aziral’s characteristic growls moving him faster as a hot hand pulled hard on his leaking organ. He exploded shooting hard and splashing Aziral’s chest and throat as he felt the man’s hips piston into him harder until Aziral found release as well.

Dillon looked down at Aziral panting wondering where the anger and passion had come from as he gazed at the bloody face. He still didn’t know what he felt for this man but whatever it was it was intense and explosive for both of them.

"Aziral?"

"If I make you a vampire I will lose you Dillon. This isn’t like the movies or books, this is reality. A newly created vampire is a new born soul with no memories of its past and connected to its maker by unbreakable ties of blood. If I turn you, you will be my obedient slave until the day that I die with no memories of the man named Dillon. Very few vampires make another until they themselves are ready to die and certainly not of anyone they care for," Aziral said with his eyes firmly shut pain in his deep voice.

"Then your maker..."

"He died the night he made me, he chose me because he knew that I had the strength of spirit to overcome him. He drank from me even as he gave me his own cut wrist to drink from. The hunger of a new vampire is insatiable and it gives him an added strength of mind. My desire and lust for more gave me the strength to cling to my master taking control of his mind forcing him to let me drain him until there was no blood left in him until I sucked out his very soul.

"I awoke the next night with a husk of a man that had created me and no memories of anything up until I had first awoken except for a single vision of my master with black wings. I was scared, and hungry. Yet my creator left me his legacy in the form of a handwritten book filled with every scrap of information on vampires that he knew and instructions on how to go unnoticed in the human world. I don’t know how I knew how to read I just did, yet that book contained nothing of who I was only one thing about me was there and that was my new name, Aziral. He left it for me since he knew that I would be able to kill him," Aziral said deeply his voice laden with sadness and anger.

"How long ago Aziral?" Dillon asked softly.

"Five centuries ago," Aziral said looking up at Dillon. "Five centuries, wildcat, and never once have I made another nor have I ever loved another as I love you."

"You said you had lovers before," Dillon said leaning down on Aziral’s chest feeling an arm wrap around him.

"Yes, from time to time mostly in the beginning of my new life, yet none stayed for more than a couple of years," Aziral said.

"Why?"

"Because I am a vampire, a monster that feeds on humans. Because none were important to me, none were able to fight me as you did, and retain their memories. None have your fierce spirit and passion that comes from the very fact you can die. You like to test the boundaries, wildcat, don’t you, to live dangerously? You’re restless here," Aziral stated sadly.

"I don’t know why, but I need something Aziral," Dillon said slowly.

"It isn’t to be made as I am. You would loss a part of you, if that happened. Any precious part of you that you cannot afford to lose," Aziral said his hand stroking the lower part of Dillon’s back.

"I don’t want to be a vampire Aziral. I never have," Dillon said.

"I know."

Dillon remained quiet in Aziral’s arms his restlessness gone for the moment as he wondered how long the two them could truly remain together.

"Hand me the whip," Aziral commanded.

"Which one? I didn’t even know they made so many different sizes," Dillon said exasperated.

"The largest one," Aziral said turning to point at the requested item as he held the skillet away from the flame.

Dillon snatched it up quickly and brought to him as Aziral started to whip the mysterious contents of the skillet. Aziral had been appalled by the fact Dillon knew nothing of preparing food and had filled his refrigerator with cheap frozen dinners.

Dillon had returned from college and a visit with the old hag to find all his frozen dinners gone, replaced with fresh vegetables, meat, and fruits. A wide variety of spices and cooking oil as well as a giant handwritten cookbook had also appeared in the immaculate kitchen.

Dillon had looked at the vampire wondering what in the world he was thinking and bluntly asked him what Dillon was suppose to do with all the raw food. Aziral had been shocked that Dillon had no clue about cooking and had promptly rolled up his sleeves, tied up his long hair, and put on a green apron. It wasn’t long before delicious aromas began floating around the kitchen as Aziral began to cook in earnest. Dillon watched amazed as the vampire moved through the kitchen with ease hardly even looking at the cook book as he added spices to the wonderfully smelling food.

"How do you know how to do this? You don’t eat do you?" Dillon asked leaning against the counter as Aziral worked.

"I don’t need to of course, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the smells and taste of food. I do still have all of my senses, although I can’t digest food unless I feed first, and only in small amounts since this body isn’t really meant to process that sort of food, at least not anymore," Aziral explained.

"Then why can you cook better than me?" Dillon asked somewhat offended by the fact someone that didn’t even eat was able to cook more than he could.

"That isn’t hard, a twelve year old could cook better than you," Aziral snorted. "I learned to cook simply because I enjoy the aromas of cooking. Besides over the centuries learning new things is the only thing that keeps life interesting."

Dillon remained quiet as he watched the man finish, wondering a little about what Aziral’s life had been like before Dillon had entered it. He had found over the past two months that there was a great deal more to Aziral than he had first thought. He was far from a dark and morbid vampire of stories. Dillon had no idea how much the man had changed over the years but the remnants of the man who had painted the delicate fairy art was still there. He was far from the cold man Steven and Brian had warned him about. Although Aziral rarely laughed, he still knew how to play. Every night he had taken Dillon out to night clubs, movies, and even an opera which Dillon had vowed he would never go to again. They had spent hours naked in bed exploring each other and spent time playing video games. It was amusing for Dillon to watch the fierce looking man growl in frustration when his player was killed or beaten by Dillon’s.

Aziral had spent all of his time with Dillon the past months ignoring his studio most of the time, instead he seemed intent on nothing more than gradually learning about Dillon, yet he continued avoid the subject of himself often deflecting questions or answering them only briefly. Dillon had for the most part taken it in stride realizing that the man might feel uncomfortable talking about his less than human side, yet he had also begun to feel a growing uneasiness at Aziral’s evasions.

"So after you feed me, what have you got planned?" Dillon asked sticking his finger into the rich cream filling on the dessert Aziral was finishing up.

"What do you feel like doing? Aziral asked

"Clubbing?" Dillon suggested feeling a restlessness in him despite being out and about all day.

"Very well, I have to admit I do enjoy going with you. It was something I did before I met you, but I never found it as enjoyable as I do now," Aziral agreed turning to take the freshly baked fish from the oven.

"What did you do before I came into your life? Steven said you didn’t have any close friends or lovers, so did you just go out by yourself? I can’t see you being celibate," Dillon asked curiously.

Aziral snorted removing his apron and carefully returning it to its hook on the wall. He could tell that once again he had hit on a subject Aziral didn’t want to talk about.

"Steven and Brian both have their reasons for warning you away from me," Aziral said frowning.

Dillon looked at the man for a moment wondering where that had sprung up from. He wasn’t really talking about the two men yet somehow the answer was once again something he hadn’t expected. It seemed that once again the man had side stepped answering anything about himself. Still he was curious about Brian’s relationship with Aziral since it seemed that Brian almost hated Aziral but at the same time loved him as well.

"I noticed that Brian seemed a little flustered by us together. Actually the entire week that I modeled for him he seemed in a state of constant panic because none of his works were good enough. I looked at them Aziral they weren’t bad at all," Dillon commented hoping to draw the man out as he set up a plate of food for himself.

"Brian wants to paint like me, but that is impossible and the more he strives to come closer to me the more he fails. It frustrates him and irritates me since he does have talent if he would stop trying to imitate me so much," Aziral said

"So is that why you told him you wouldn’t help him anymore?" Dillon asked.

"In part. I took him on as a protégée simply out of boredom, and made the mistake of sleeping with him. When I refused to become his lover on a permanent base he had hysterics. Steven blames me for causing the boy to have a nervous breakdown. I seduced him and then broke his heart, never mind the fact he was in a relationship with Steven and the fact I made it very clear to him that I didn’t love him before tumbling with him. Despite everything Brian still clings to me hoping that if he is able to imitate me well enough and win my respect with his art that I will take him on as a lover. Steven is furious with Brian for still seeking my attentions, yet he can’t forbid it since in the end Brian would leave him and the fact everyone has told him Brian’s career depends on how people perceive him. The cold truth is as my protégée his art draws in more attention than it would without me sponsoring him," Aziral sighed walking out of the kitchen towards the dining room.

"Hey aren’t you going to eat?" Dillon called out after him.

"I haven’t feed yet," Aziral said shaking his head as he sat down at the end of the table.

"You usually do before I even wake up," Dillon said surprised looking at the man.

"I thought perhaps tonight...." Aziral started looking embarrassed.

Suddenly Dillon realized the Aziral wanted him to be dinner tonight. Aziral hadn’t taken any of his blood in a couple of weeks, instead going out as soon as he awoke while Dillon still slept to feed. Dillon had been a little disappoint by the fact considering their first night together Aziral’s feeding from him had turned Dillon on enormously and it still did. Suddenly the delicious aroma of the food didn’t seem as important nor did Brian’s relationship with Aziral.

Carefully seating his plate on the table he went over and leaned down to kiss Aziral. He felt cool dry lips press against his own as a large hand caressed the side of his face. When he broke away from Aziral he saw that Aziral’s embarrassment had faded and hunger had appeared in his eyes.

"I’ve been waiting for you to say that," Dillon said softly.

"You mean you don’t mind?"Aziral asked surprise evident in his voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t think I have ever been as turned on as that first night," Dillon laughed.

"Then eat, I don’t want you to faint on me," Aziral said.

"Oh, so that is why you cooked for me?" Dillon said sitting down.

"Of course," Aziral smiled.

It didn’t take long for Dillon to finish off the delicious meal that Aziral had cooked. He still couldn’t believe a man that rarely even ate could produce such mouthwatering food. It seemed rather unfair but now that he knew Aziral could cook he was determined to have the vampire cook for him more often.

Unsurprising the conversation once again turned to Dillon leaving the rest of the reason Aziral had stopped being Brian’s mentor unsaid. Although he was a little tired of always being the one to volunteer information about himself he wasn’t about to bring up the subject again. Aziral had cooked him a sumptuous dinner and they were going out. The last thing he wanted to do was pick a fight with the man, especially since tonight was undoubtedly going to be an incredibly erotic night.

When he had finished Aziral sent him off to get cleaned up as he took care of cleaning up the kitchen. He picked out some clothes that Aziral had bought him and hopped into the large shower closing the frosted glass door and running some very hot water. He was almost finished when he heard the door open, startling him as he spun around to see Aziral’s naked body entering the shower.

He stared at the man once again captivated by the sheer overwhelming masculine presence of the man. Whatever he had been before he was made into a vampire must have required extreme physical work to create such a firmly muscled body. He had over the course of the months explored every inch of the man’s pale white skin and yet seeing Aziral now standing before him clothed only in his long black hair made him even more alluring and erotic. He reached out pulling the man under the hot water warming Aziral’s skin on the outside as he pulled the man down to his neck prepared to warm Aziral on the inside as well.

He felt Aziral’s tongue flicker over his neck caressing the tiger on his skin as hands reached down to stroke Dillon’s already expanding member. Aziral cool hand stroked him as his mouth descended on Dillon’s neck. He felt the familiar prick of pain in his neck that had haunted Dillon for weeks and now had become something he desired as he gasped into Aziral’s black hair pushing himself into the man’s firm hands. Hot water streamed down around them as he felt his heart pounding as his blood coursed into Aziral. Dillon wrapped his arms around the feeding man pulling Aziral closer as Dillon panted and moaned. Closing his eyes he let Aziral play with his body surrendering total control over to another freely for nothing more than pleasure unclouded by money or uncertainty.

Aziral increased the pressure and speed of his stroking hand the warm water made his hand glide down Dillon’s shaft smoothly. As Dillon lost himself within the flow of his blood and the quicken of his hardened member he saw a vision of Aziral form in his mind. The vampire kneeled surrounded by crimson streams of flowing blood with a pair of black wings sprouting from his back weeping tears of blood. His eyes snapped open at the vision even as he felt his body release spasming as confusion swept through him at the disturbing image. He hadn’t even noticed Aziral stopped his feeding and began to lick the two small openings as he leaned against the wall panting as water streamed off both of them.

Aziral turned off the water and retrieved a towel carefully drying Dillon off as Dillon tried to figure out what he had just seen. It was far from an erotic image and he couldn’t imagine where it had come from. He looked down at the man drying off his legs with a large red towel and wondering if it had come from Aziral. He could always feel Aziral’s mind touching his when he fed, but this was the first time he had ever saw anything before.

"Are you alright?" Aziral asked with some concern when Dillon continued to lean against the wall lost in thought.

"Yeah fine, amazing," Dillon said wrapping his arms around the man’s neck pulling him up for a kiss, not willing to share the disturbing image with Aziral just yet. He put it in the back of his mind to think of later not wanting to disturb their night together.

He was amazed at how such a little bit of blood from him could make such a drastic change in the man. Although Aziral was far from being as warm as a normal human he was far from being ice cold either. Dillon had learned that he did need to feed everyday to keep his temperature close to a normal human and to make his skin look more normal rather than an almost luminance white that looked ethereal and eye catching. Yet it didn’t take a lot of blood to make his appearance normal as long as he feed regularly. He could go weeks without feeding before he began to noticeable age, something that had rarely happened to Aziral for he had no compunctions about feeding on humans.

"Come on there is nothing to worry about. Lets get dressed and go out, you can feed a little more and then we can enjoy the night together," Dillon said shaking the picture of Aziral with wings out of his mind.

Aziral looked at him for a moment before shrugging and walking out of the bathroom totally naked. Dillon shook his head and put on his clothes and tying his hair back out of the way. He went to find Aziral already dressed trying to drag a brush through his long wet hair. Sighing Dillon went and plucked the brush out of his hands and worked on the tangles in the man’s hair. Shaking his head at himself for waiting on anyone in that way he quickly finish as Aziral pulled him up against him.

"Are you sure you want to go out?"Aziral whispered seductively.

"Of course I do, I love being seen with you, besides I like going out," Dillon said feeling a little restless.

Aziral smiled as Dillon let go of him and did nothing more to tempt him. It wasn’t long before both of them were entering one of Aziral’s favorite night clubs. Dillon had been rather surprised to learn that Aziral was a regular at several of them when he wasn’t lost within his artwork. He wouldn’t have even have known except for the fact that more than a couple of men and women had approached him asking where he had been recently. Many were more than a little disappointed to see Aziral was bringing someone with him more than once. He could also smugly see the surprise and even jealousy on many of the faces of the women and men as they entered the club together.

Dillon pulled Aziral onto the dance floor without any delay getting lost within the pounding music that seem to be an almost counterpoint to the restlessness growing inside of him. It had been constantly aching within him since he had started staying with Aziral and almost settling down with him as a stable couple. He hadn’t got into a fight and had even been keeping semi-regular hours between school and nights with Aziral. He needed to do something anything to make his life more interesting, as if living with a vampire hadn’t been interesting enough, yet Aziral’s silence on his supernatural side had left Dillon irritated and dissatisfied as well. The edge of danger was fading from that aspect of their relationship leaving Dillon no outlet for his darker side that sought out danger and thrill.

He could feel the pounding music run through him engulfing him as Aziral’s hands and body subtly controlled him and directed him with tantalizing warm hands. He would only briefly touch his body only to release him as they danced making a game of seduction and control that they both loved. Dillon’s attention was totally focused on Aziral’s gracefully moving body and seductive eyes that he didn’t notice a thin cute boy trying to cut in between them until he spun and found himself alone.

He was surprised to see a short slender young man with hair even longer than Aziral’s bleached almost white glued to Aziral’s body. Dillon could clearly see the irritation in Aziral’s eyes as he tried to move away from the young man who skillfully dancing manages to stay with him.

Dillon’s restless irritation finally had a target as he went to intercept the two when the song came to an end. Aziral gracefully slipped away from the blond without a backward glance leaving the young man pouting on the dance floor alone. Dillon went up to Aziral slipping an arm around his waist possessively as they walked to a table.

"One of your admirers?" Dillon asked.

"I don’t remember him, but I have taken so many home with me it is hard to remember," Aziral shrugged.

Dillon snorted shaking his head at the comment. It was apparent that Aziral was a major player and wondered if there was anyone that he hadn’t slept with. It was ironic that Aziral was so jealous about Dillon’s own past constantly asking him about Brian assuming that Aziral’s protégée had done more than paint him to the point Dillon had finally had left the house and not returned until Aziral had come for him the next night apologizing for his jealousy and promising not to bring it up again.

"Jealous," Aziral asked arching a brow almost mockingly.

"Fuck you, just remember what you told me that first night," Dillon growled.

"And what was that?" Aziral asked.

"You belong to me now," Dillon growled grabbing Aziral’s head and roughly pulling the tall man to him in an almost brutal kiss not really caring about the audience that was watching them.

When he finally let Aziral up for air he saw a look of such smug satisfaction in the man’s eyes that he punched him lightly in the shoulder as Aziral motion for him to sit.

"I shall go get you something to drink," Aziral said with a mock grin as Dillon sat down rolling his eyes.

He was unsurprised that as soon as Aziral disappeared in the crowd the petite blond made his appearance sauntering over to Dillon’s table with a couple of friends. Dillon watched them casually as they approach looking unconcerned even as he felt excitement fill him. The blond posed no problem and Dillon would relish the chance to flatten him. The blonde’s two friends were more of a problem, one being taller than Dillon and the other one shorter but with considerably more muscles. Fighting them would be a challenge that Dillon couldn’t wait to take up. He didn’t care whether they wanted it or not Dillon was ready for a fight. It had been far too long and the wildcat that Aziral called him was roaring inside of him. The restlessness had finally found a willing target in the little slut that was trying to poach on Dillon’s exclusive territory now.

"Hey, whore don’t you think it’s time you left? Aziral’s too good for the likes of cheap hooker like you," the blond sneered his pretty face twisted in distaste.

"I think Aziral made it pretty clear where your slut ass ranks, and if you still don’t get it. My cheap ass is better than yours," Dillon said casually leaning back in his chair looking at the blond who flushed in anger his green eyes like fire.

"Shut up, at least I don’t sell my body like you. I’ve seen pictures of you, whore, I wonder if Aziral knows what his little pet really is," the blond spit out.

Dillon laughed at the man while wincing a little inside. He knew those photos were going to came back to haunt him. He had a feeling Aziral would be less than pleased to learn about them. The man seemed inordinately jealous of him and those photos were far from tame. He seemed to dislike the thought of anyone having touched Dillon, despite the fact it had happened before they had even met. Aziral was aware of the fact he had been a prostitute occasionally, yet he very much doubted seeing visual proof of it would make him happy, and didn’t relish the thought of Aziral seeing those photos.

He didn’t mind Aziral’s possessive manner finding it rather appealing for someone to care for him enough to not want others to touch him but at the same time Aziral’s jealousy was sometimes a bother to deal with. Luckily Dillon was perfectly content with having Aziral as his only sexual partner since the man kept him more than satisfied. He found it rather unique and satisfying to have a real relationship with somebody gradually coming to know them mentally as well as physical. He had found surprisingly, enough, it had made the sex between him and Aziral even more pleasurable.

"At least I’m good enough to sell myself, I doubt anyone would pay ten bucks for that pathetic body," Dillon smiled sweetly.

The blond launched himself at Dillon with a cry of rage, his pretty face contorted in anger. Dillon laughed at how surprisingly easy it had been to set the man off. He rose from the chair taking the attack full on as he easily deflect a weak punch countering with his own fist sending the blond back to his companions with a split lip. That was all it took for all of them to jump him. He lost track of everything except the three attackers as he felt a fierce joy well up inside of him. Even as the fists that connected to his body and face didn’t stem the pleasure he felt as he fought in a dance that he had been longing for.

He ignored everything around him forgetting even Aziral as the men attacked him. He lost himself in the rhythm of the fighting taking immense pleasure every time his fist and feet connected to his attackers inflicting damage. It wasn’t until no one came at him that he spun and saw Aziral staring at him with an unreadable face that he came back to reality. He surveyed the damage of broken tables, three unconscious men laying on the floor and a ring of spectators cheering before he truly realized what he had done.

"Come, it is best if we leave," Aziral said calmly.

Dillon nodded as the crowd began to disperse now that the entertainment was over and Aziral grabbed his arm pulling him out of the club. Dillon looked at the man wondering when the lecture would come for his fighting. He could sense nothing from the man although that wasn’t unusual. It wasn’t fair that Aziral could read Dillon so easily sometimes with his vampiric powers yet was able to keep so much under the calm serene face of his. He wasn’t about to let Aziral tell him what to do and yet he found himself a little fearful of losing the man as well. In the last few months he had come to enjoy the man’s company more than he would admit. What had started out as thrilling sex with someone that was dangerous had began to meld into something more, something he wasn’t sure he wanted to lose.

They got into the car without a word as Dillon looked down at himself surveying the damages. His ribs were tender, and he knew that there were several scratches and bruises on his face; as well as, his knuckles were cut and his clothes were ruined. He ached a little from some of the hard punches he had taken and when he had literally been kicked into the table. Still over all it wasn’t nearly as bad as many of his fights had turned out.

Glancing over again at the silent man driving he sighed digging out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up. He was beginning to feel a little irritated at Aziral for dragging things out. He wished the man would just yell at him and get it over with. The wait was killing him, it was almost worse than being yelled at.

"Just yell at me and get it over with, damn it," Dillon grated finally unable to wait any longer.

"Why would I yell at you?" Aziral asked quietly.

"Because I was fucking fighting," Dillon growled.

"If I remember correctly you were fighting when we met, it was what attracted me to you," Aziral said pulling into the drive of the house.

"You mean you aren’t mad," Dillon asked incredulity.

Aziral parked the car and before Dillon was able to grasp the fact he wasn’t going to be scolded like a child he felt himself pinned against the side of the car as Aziral lunged at him Aziral’s hands clawing at Dillon’s shirt as Aziral’s mouth latched on to Dillon’s mouth savagely. Dillon’s ribs cried out in protest even as he buried his hands in Aziral’s long hair pulling him closer. Aziral continued to rip at his already destroyed clothing to expose the skin underneath, as Dillon undid the tight pants that looked good on Aziral but were a pain to get off. The close confines of the car making it even harder to get the large man undressed.

Growling in frustration he fumbled with the door handle finally opening the door and pushing Aziral out and against the wall of the garage pinning him as he kissed the man. Aziral impatiently pushed Dillon against the hood of the car pulling Dillon’s pants off him as Dillon hopped on to the hood of the expensive car spreading his legs wide for Aziral while stroking his hard sex as Aziral stared at him ravenously devouring him totally with his gray eyes.

"What do you want more Aziral? My blood or my body," Dillon asked softly spreading his legs even further for the man’s inspection.

"Both," Arial said thickly his voice dripping with his pent up desire.

Dillon smiled tilting his head his hair falling to the side to expose his neck for the man as Aziral inched closer to the edge of the black hood of the car. Aziral slowly moved forward his eyes never leaving Dillon as Aziral stepped in-between Dillon’s invitingly spread legs. Dillon reached down to grab Aziral forcing the man inside of his body as Aziral leaned forward his hot breath on Dillon’s neck. Dillon shivered in excitement at what was coming as he felt the man’s hot length inside of him. He wrapped his arms around Aziral’s neck burying his fingers into the man’s long black mane as he felt teeth sink into him.

Dillon gasped pulling the man closer as his legs wrapped around Aziral. He clung to the feeding vampire that was firmly embedded inside of him as he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of being so completely connected to someone. He could vaguely feel Aziral inside not only Dillon’s body but his mind, as Aziral feed on him, a comforting presence that seemed to almost slip inside of his consciousness intermingling with his own.

He felt Aziral pull away from his neck as he rose up pulling Dillon with him with inhuman strength. Dillon wrapped his arms and legs completely around the man kissing him as he remained fully impaled on Aziral’s hot member. He pulled away to look into the red flecked eyes of his lover amazed by the man’s beauty and strength. He squirmed a little wanting deeper penetration into him.

"Let me down," Dillon whispered.

"No, I like you like this wildcat," Aziral said licking Dillon’s ear.

"Then move, damn it," Dillon said impatiently.

Aziral laughed putting him down as Dillon turned around bending over the hood of the car. He felt the man’s hot hands on Dillon’s ass even as Aziral thrust deeply into him growling. Dillon cried out in pleasure leaning against his arms as he let Aziral move within him. The man thrust hard and quick into him almost slamming him against the side of the car with the force of his thrusts. Smooth burning hands gripped his lean hips pulling Dillon’s body towards Aziral’s hard sex as Dillon felt the man’s hair drag on his skin frantically as Aziral’s pace quickened.

He heard Aziral growl and pant above him as he quickly reached his climax slamming himself into Dillon fiercely. He felt Aziral withdraw from him and slowly turn him kissing him gently the taste of his own blood lingering in the man’s mouth. He ground up against Aziral his own member still hard and ready. Aziral chuckled moving down to lick Dillon.

"Hey watch the fangs," Dillon said cautiously.

"They have already retracted," Aziral assured him as his warm mouth engulfed Dillon.

He totally forgot about the man’s fangs and everything else as he felt his whole member being taken into the man’s willing mouth. He stroked Aziral’s deep black hair as he felt the man suck him intent on bringing him pleasure. Watching the naked man on his knees in front of him turned him on enormously as he watched his aching sex slip in and out of Aziral’s soft lips. He could feel the man’s tongue on the underside of his member moving as his sex slid deep into the man’s mouth causing him to lose control far sooner than he wished as jets of liquid spilled out into Aziral’s mouth.

Dillon leaned against the car panting and Aziral gracefully rose from the floor pressing Dillon’s body against his own. Dillon leaned into Aziral as he felt the man effortlessly pick him up and carry him into the house.

"You really aren’t mad at me?" Dillon asked quietly as Aziral finally laid him down in their bed.

Aziral sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hand delicately over one of the bruises on Dillon’s face. He could see that a look of sadness crossed the man’s features, and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

"I’m not mad at you Dillon. I have noticed you haven’t been happy," Aziral stated.

"It isn’t that I’m not..." Dillon started only to feel a hand pressed against his lips.

"Maybe unhappy isn’t the right word. You are like a caged animal, irritated and uneasy. Even without my mind powers I can sense it. While you were busy helping your brothers to study, I’ve had many conversations with Sarah. She is pleased with the way you have changed and not been in fights and been going to school so dutifully, yet you are not happy, are you wildcat?" Aziral asked.

Dillon looked away not sure what to say. He didn’t want the man to feel bad but he was right he wasn’t entirely happy with the life he had now. He enjoyed the closeness that was forming between the two of them but there seemed to also be a wall between them that Dillon had yet to breech. The long past that Dillon knew nothing of and the resistance of Aziral to let him deeper into Aziral’s life combined with the loss of the wilder side of his life had left him feeling empty. The lost of the thrilling danger of fighting couldn’t be so easily filled by Aziral especially when he held himself back from Dillon.

"I don’t like seeing you hurt anymore than Sarah, yet at the same time wildcat this is who you are. Fight if you want to just remember to come back after your little brawls," Aziral said leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"Aziral I..." Dillon hesitated not wanting to disturb what they already had.

"What?"

"Never mind," Dillon said pulling the man down into bed ignoring his uneasiness once again.

The next morning came far too soon for Dillon as he looked at the alarm clock irritated at its noise. He quickly turned it off and sank back into bed amazed once again by the fact that Aziral could sleep through it. He was sore and tired from the long night and previous day of very little sleep.

He had spent most of the afternoon with the old hag since one of the twins had once again come down sick. None of the children that she now raised were legally hers and each time they became hurt or sick it was always stressful for her. Jack had used his connections in the shadier side of law to get fake documents proving the old hag was their guardian, but they wouldn’t stand up under much scrutiny. Each time she needed to prove her status with the brats she risked the authorities finding out that they were nothing more than abandoned children that she had taken in. Each one of them left by their parents while Sarah babysat them, and she was unwilling to let them go into the foster care system where they would be shuffled from home to home with no stability, none of them being young enough to find a true home.

He didn’t want to get out of bed nor go to school. Today there wasn’t anything but boring lectures to attend, and he decided missing a day of classes wouldn’t affect him. He had missed much more in high school yet still passed in the top of his class. Learning came easily to him sitting in one place or even going was the hard part. Yawning he curled up against Aziral’s back wondering what Aziral would think when he found out Dillon had skipped classes today.

Somehow he doubted it would make the man angry, he had only suggested Dillon go to college since Dillon had wanted something to do and it would please the old hag. He was beginning to think he needed to find something else to do. Before he had met Aziral he had never thought about his future. There seemed to be very few options available to him. Now there were a multitude of avenues open to him and yet he found none of them suited him. He also wondered what would happen when Aziral tired of him. Although the man insisted he wouldn’t the very fact he remained so quiet about himself made Dillon doubt him. If he was afraid to open up to Dillon then Aziral certainly didn’t trust him.

Sighing he draped an arm around Aziral pulling him close, putting the thoughts out Dillon’s mind as he let sleep pull him under again. When he woke up again he found himself completely alone the little alarm clock reading seven at night. He rose from the bed wondering if Aziral was even home. He doubted the man had even realized Dillon hadn’t gone out today and would be expecting him to sleep until much later. He was surprised when he heard voices coming from downstairs. He walked down the staircase wondering who could be in the house for Aziral rarely had company. As he reached the landing he could clearly hear Brian’s voice.

"Aziral it is for your own good. He is beneath you, just look at the pictures," Brian’s pleaded.

"Brian...," Aziral started anger in his voice.

"I don’t know what he has said to you to make you to not answer my calls or avoid me, but how can you believe a whore over my words," Brian cut in.

Dillon felt anger rise up inside of him as he walked down the remaining steps prepared barge into the conversation when he felt an arm wrap around his upper arm. He swung his fist instinctively connecting with Steven’s head as the man let go of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Your little princess is trying to get into Aziral’s pants and you are just standing here? What kind of fucking man are you?" Dillon growled turning to go into the room where Brian’s high pitch voice was becoming more and more desperate.

"Whatever he wants Dillon, I will allow it. Do you think Aziral is the first to attract his attention, besides we both know that bastard isn’t going to let Brian anywhere near him, is he? He’s a freak that stays locked up in this morbid house and doesn’t let anyone close to him. I bet you don’t know a thing about him, yet you have been with him for months now, do you? You’re just a fuck toy that he has taken a perverted interest in for a while," Steven jeered.

Hearing the words that he had privately been obsessing about spewed out from the man set Dillon off as he punched Steven cleanly in the face and pounced on the surprised man before Steven could react. Before he knew it he had the larger man pinned to the floor as he whaled into him. Anger surging through him and bitterness at the man’s words. He felt Aziral lifting him off Steven who sat up with the help of Brian blood leaking from his mouth even as his eye began to swell shut. Dillon struggled in Aziral’s arms trying to get loose to wreak more damage on the man, trying to deny the words with his fists.

"I suggest both of you leave," Aziral said calmly as he held Dillon.

"Remember what I said Dillon you are nothing more than a fuck toy he has taken an interest in," Steven said disdainfully as Brian tugged at the man pulling him towards the door.

When they had finally left Dillon stopped struggling as Aziral let him slip to the floor all of his rage seeping out of him at once. He stared at the wooden floor wondering where it had all come from as he heard Aziral sigh above him.

"That wasn’t like you, wildcat, it is the first time I have felt true anger from you. What did Steven say to you, surly your past couldn’t have brought this on," Aziral asked softly.

"It was you Aziral, he’s right you never tell me anything about yourself. I am really nothing to you," Dillon said subdued.

"I have told you more than anyone else," Aziral protested weakly.

"That you are a vampire yes, but little else. You shy away from every question I ask about you even the ones not related to you being a vampire. I know nothing about you Aziral, except you are a vampire, and the only reason I know that is for some reason I remember you," Dillon said.

"Dillon I..." Aziral began.

"No Aziral, Steven is right," Dillon said rising from the floor not looking at the man.

"Dillon, wait," Aziral said grabbing on to Dillon’s arm.

Dillon looked up at the man feeling anger and frustration rise in him. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He felt like his whole life was messed up. Nothing felt right anymore. He had lost his balance. He didn’t even know why he wanted to know more about this man, he had never wanted to get close to anyone before. It had never mattered. He sure in the hell never was the good boy who dutiful went to school and came running back to another yet somehow he had become just that. Somehow he had changed, and the new unsettling feelings he was having for the man that looked almost stricken at him was driving him crazy. He wanted his freedom back and at the same time he wanted to be bound to Aziral by a bond that couldn’t be broken.

He turned from the man and ran unable to face the conflicting emotions, yet unable to deal with the problems that they both faced. He was for the first time terrified of Aziral not because of what he was but for what he was becoming to Dillon.

He jumped on his motorcycle thankful that he had left the keys in the bike instead of taking them out. Before Aziral could come after him he found himself speeding down the road going faster and faster as if trying to escape from the confusing swelter of emotions. He knew he was going far too fast, yet he simply didn’t care. It wasn’t until he tried to take a curve that he realized how much he should have cared as he felt the bike lose control his last thought as his body crashed towards the pavement was of Aziral adorned with black wings.