Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2005 01:40:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Vindaloo <riven5415@yahoo.com>
Subject: Heartbreak Part 2

Usual disclaimer stuff...  This is an adult oriented story with adult
characters.  All characters are of legal age.  The stuff that is included
in this segment has to do with unprotected sex, Goth, and drinking.  I
would also like to point out that this chapter deals with drinking blood
and vampirism.  The only reason that this is not in the sci-fi category is
because it is not a complete work of fiction.  The drinking of blood is
something that a lot of Goth, and vampire lovers are into, and should be
brought to the attention of others.  Everyone needs to be made aware of
this.  As to whether it is a GOOD thing or a BAD thing is up to the
individual, but as always, use your best judgement when it comes to matters
such as these. If you do not approve of this, then, oh well...  If this
offends you, then please, read it anyways.  I prefer constructive
criticism, but all criticism can be taken as a lesson to improve.  Also, I
would like to point out that most of this work is from my real life.  Of
the characters that are based off of real people that I know, I have used
them with their permission, however the names have been changed to protect
the innocent (and not so innocent).


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Heartbreak Part 2:


Music played softly in the background as my alarm slowly brought me to
conscienceness.

"I used to have demons, in my room at night.  Desire.  Despair.  Desire.
So many monsters..."

I awoke slowly relishing the sensations of my soft tee-shirt sheets against
my naked body.  I stretched much like a cat does.  I raised up, and made
sure that EVERY muscle in my body was stretched to its limit then slowly
brought my body back to resting.

10:37 PM.  No wonder I was hungry.  I know that I kept what some people
would call strange hours, but this was even later than I normally wake.

I lay in bed reliving the previous night.  Was it only 24 hours ago that
Marcello, and I were on the way to meet up with Karl?  I relived that
entire night over and over again, feeling myself get hard under the sheets.
No time for pleasure.  I had a client that would be here in less than two
hours, and I needed to get cleaned up.

I got out of bed, and picked the comforter off of the floor where I must
have kicked it off in the night.  I wanted to take a nice relaxing hot
bath, but I did not have a lot of time, so I decided on a shower instead.

I got under the steaming spray of water, and allowed it to wash away the
remaining night tensions that lingered.  As I slowly worked the soap into a
thick lather over my body, I realized that I was still slightly sore from
the double fuck from two nights ago.  I rubbed my hands over my lightly
hairy ass, and could not resist the temptation of slipping a finger into my
hot hole.  I shuddered as my middle finger slipped in to the knuckle, and
slowly worked it in and out.  I slipped in a second, and then a third
finger, as I slowly worked my throbbing cock with my left hand.  I climaxed
in only a few short minutes and as I regained the strength to my legs, I
realized that I had been in the shower for almost an hour.

I jumped out of the shower, and quickly dried off.  I was going to shave,
but realized that I really did not have the time.  I just chucked to myself
as I thought that I would just look a little rougher for my client.  I
guess it is a good thing that I do not get romantically involved with them.
I mostly did that because the last thing they need is a scandal, but rumor
has it that this particular client that was coming tonight has a cock that
would rival a beer can in thickness.

Oh well...  I could fantasize.  Besides.  He was married.  I went to my
closet, and grabbed out some clothes.  I grabbed a pair of black slacks,
black socks, and some black shoes.  I decided to actually wear underwear,
so I grabbed a black thong that holds my cock, and balls out from my body
in just such a way that my whole package is clearly defined, even in the
dark material of the slacks.  I grabbed the first shirt that was in my
closet.  A deep wine colored long sleeve pullover that clung to my body in
all the right places.

I was just checking the final touches when the buzzer announced the arrival
of my client.

I invited him in, and we got right down to business.  He was going to be in
a new movie and he showed me the contract he had signed with it's price,
and we worked through his finances so that he could get a new yacht and not
have to worry about getting strapped later on.

After done, he left as quickly as he came, and it was then that I
remembered that I had not eaten, and was so hungry that I felt faint.

I had nothing in the house, so I went out.  As I was walking down the
street, had the feeling of being watched.  I had this happen a lot.  You
get used to it living in a city as big as New York, but it is still kind of
unnerving.  I turned down an alley that is a shortcut to the street where I
was going to eat, and I was no more than 20 feet into it, when I heard
someone step into the alley behind me.  I thought nothing of it at first.
A lot of people use this alley as a shortcut, but then I heard a noise that
chilled me straight to the bone.  The distinct tapping of a metal baseball
bat against bricks.  I spun around quickly, but it was too late.

There were three of them, and they moved fast.  One of them slammed me
against the brick wall and held a knife to my throat with one hand, and my
arm in place with another.  A second guy quickly grabbed my other arm, and
held it in place.

The third guy slowly walked up to me, and got right into my face.  It took
all my self-control to keep from retching, as I smelled his putrid breath
when he spoke.

"Well, well, well...  Looks like we got us a vampire boys!"  The guy
slurred.

"What are you talking about?" I stated kind of dumbfounded.  I thought to
myself, this is just great.  Getting killed my some crazy psychos on my way
to eat.  Just imagine the irony.

The crazy guy leered at me.  "We watched you come out of that vampire club
the other night.  We have been following you for a week now waiting to get
you alone so that we can kill you.  You ain't gonna make me no bloodsucker,
an you ain't gonna kill me either."

"I don't need to justify where I hang out to you" I said to his face, but
he just chuckled lightly at that.  "What is so funny?"

"I was just picturing you in bat form hanging from a belfry." he said with
a snicker

"You really ARE nuts." I said, and he stopped laughing.  I felt one of the
goons pressing the knife up against my neck even hard.

"I would say that you might want to watch your tone with me, you faggot
blood sucker, but it does not matter.  You are gonna die anyways."

He pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket at that time, and pressed
something warm against my forehead.  At first I was afraid of what it was,
what he was doing, and what he intended to do to me, but as I saw the smile
fall from his face, I felt the worry leave me.

"What the fuck?"  He said.

"What is the matter boss?"  Said the goon with the knife.

"It is not burning him," The boss said dumbfounded.

He pulled his hand back, and I saw that he had been holding a small silver
crucifix to my forehead.  I let out a small chuckle as I realized what he
was trying to do, and I was relieved that he had decided on that instead of
trying to put a wooden stake through my heart.

"As you can see, the cross does not burn me.  I go to the vampire club
because I get a kick out of kids making fools of themselves.  I have met
just about every person that goes into that place, and I can tell you that
NONE of them are vampires.  They just WISH they were, or they WISH that a
real one would come in there."  I stated with some relief.

The goon with the knife looked over at the boss, and asked, "What do you
want me to do?"

"He did not burn.  Let him go", and he then turned and walked away without
even an apology to me.

I straighten my clothes, and then left the alley, and when I was entering
back on the street, I heard the boss say to the others "I could have sworn
that he was the real thing"

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful after that incident.  As the
weekend came by, I found myself looking forward to meeting with the others
again.  I called Lestat, and got the password for the club that night.  I
showed up just before midnight, and the party was going in full swing.

I had not talked to Karl directly, or Marcello since the weekend before, so
I was a little nervous about what would happen.

As I sat down on the floor, Lestat said to me "Marcello will not be here
tonight, but he told me to tell you that he really enjoyed himself last
weekend."

I turned about 7 shades of red at that, and I was suddenly REALLY glad that
it was so dark in there.  Also, they were all wearing sunglasses, so they
would not have known anyways.

It was about 3AM when Karl finally got there.  After a quick greeting, he
whispered into my ear that he really needed to talk to me in private.  It
had a sense of urgency in his request, so I did not hesitate.  We went down
to the bar, and ordered a drink.

"You seem nervous about something Karl.  Is something the matter?  Is
everything okay?"

"I have to talk to you about something, but I am not sure that this is the
best place to talk.  Can we go somewhere more quiet?"

"Of course.  I live about a mile from here.  I walked here tonight.  If you
don't mind walking, and you need privacy, we can go there."

He looked me into the eyes as if he was looking for the soul that some say
lurks there just out of sight.  I was once again taken aback by his
startling dark eyes.  He thought it over for a minute, then said, "I think
that would be best".

We got to my apartment in record time.  The entire way there, I kept
glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.  He did not say much, but his
body language was SCREAMING at me.  I could tell that he was really nervous
about something.  He was also apprehensive.  At one point, and drunk
stumbled out in front of us, and I thought that he was going to have a
heart attack.  He actions screamed at me that he was in trouble, but as far
as I could tell, nothing had happened to cause this.  I was also getting
nervous myself seeing that we had not talked, and I was afraid that by
having sex with him, I had either hurt him, or he now hated me for it.  I
ran through just about every scenario for when we got to my place, but I
still had more questions than answers.

As we rode up the elevator to my floor, and went inside.  I locked the
door, and turned the lights on.  Karl let out a gasp in surprise.

"Your place is amazing".

"Thanks.  When I first moved here, I had to do a lot of remodeling.  The
previous renters really stripped it down, and fucked it up when they were
leaving.  The manager rented it to me for cheap because it was in such poor
shape.  I finally decided to sign a more permanent contract with him to buy
it out, and remodeled it."

"It looks great.  Did you decorate yourself?"

I realized he was stalling me.

"Okay.  You said you needed to talk to me, and that it was urgent, but you
could not speak in public.  We are now in private, behind a locked door,
and the camera is turned off.  What gives?"

"Do you believe in Vampires?"

This threw me completely by surprise.  I am not sure WHAT I was expecting,
but it defiantly was not this.

"Yes.  I do.  But probably not like you do."

"What do you mean?" he asked, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Vampire is a very subjective word.  It means someone that feeds off of
others.  I believe that there ARE vampires, but not like the ones in the
movies.  I know of regular people that have become addicted to drinking
blood, and when they don't, they go through withdrawals.  A Wiccan friend
of mine has often referred to some people as psychic vampires that feed off
of people's energy.  I have also heard of empathic vampires that feel off
of people emotions.  Why do you ask?"

"My last ex was a blood drinker.  He and I took our relationship to the
point that we shared blood.  It was never much, but you are right.  It is
VERY addictive."

This surprised me, but at the same time, I was not really surprised by
this.  I had been intrigued by vampires for so long that I had even
participated in blood drinking myself, but not since I moved here.

I let him continue on.  I had a feeling that I knew where this was going,
but I wanted to be sure.

"My ex was very demanding of me.  When we were together he would drink from
me, but he would never let me drink from him.  At first, this disgusted me.
He would make a small cut and drink.  After we had sex, and he had drank
from me, he would send me away from him until the next night.  We did this
about once a week.  He never drank a lot but after about 3 months, I
realized that I looked forward to it."

Once again, he had surprised me.  "What do you mean?"

"Just as he was addicted to drinking my blood, I became addicted to him
drinking from me.  When we were done, it was like I had provided him with
the greatest pleasure that I could, and I grew to look forward to it.
After he died, I realized that it was not him that I was missing but the
feelings I got from letting him drink from me."

"That is not so unusual.  It is a dependency.  It is like the Florence
Nightingale syndrome where you get an almost high from helping.  I can
understand this.  But seeing that you and your friends are into the whole
Goth, and vampire things, why do you feel that you need to tell me in
private?"

"I feel different with you, than when I am with them.  I know that you are
infatuated with me, and I can see the desire in your eyes.  I think that I
might feel the same way towards you that you feel towards me."

"I do admit that I feel something stronger with you than I have EVER felt
with anyone."  I decided to not tell him just how infatuated I was, but at
that point, I knew where this was going, and I was secretly screaming for
joy.

"I think I love you D'Archon.  My dark one.  I want to spend the night with
you.  I want to be with you, and feel you inside of me.  I also want you to
drink from me.  I have not shared my blood with anyone since my lover died;
and I want you to take it from me.  I want to willing let you drink the
very thing that keeps me alive."

The whole time that he had been talking he eyes bored into mine, and almost
burning with a visible fire.  After he said this though he dropped his
head, and almost looked like he was bracing for me to hit him, tell him to
leave, and that he was sick.  I walked over to him, and lifted his chin.  I
held his head up until he finally looked into my eyes.  Our eyes locked,
and when he saw that I was not mad or disgusted, he collapsed into my arms
almost crying with relief.  I brought his face up to my own, and we kissed
long and hard.

After a good 5 minutes of kissing and just enjoying the feel of hold each
other, he pulled away.

"We need to talk about this if we are going to do it."

"Okay.  I know that I probably should not ask, but how did you and your
last lover do it?"

I knew I had opened up a sore spot for him, but I had to know.  From what
he had told me, I knew that his lover was very controlling when it came to
sex, and to me, this was going to be special.  I did not want him to think
that he was just a piece of meat to me.

"He would always fuck me hard, and just before he would orgasm, he would
cut me, and drink.  He would drink until he came, and then he would push me
out of the bed and tell me to leave until nightfall."

I had to look away at this.  It was a painful memory to him, but it angered
me.  I know a lot of people that do this, and sharing blood is sharing
life.  It has to be special.  It is giving your life for someone to
consume.  It is just as great of a gift as would be giving your own life so
that another can live.

"If we do this, we do it my way.  I can see your hurt.  The look in your
eyes tells me that you felt happy to give but used at the same time.  Come
with me into the bedroom, and we will take it slow."

We went into my room, and I pulled the covers off of the bed.  I stood
there in front of him, and waited on him to make the moves.  I knew that he
was really apprehensive about it, but if we were to go that far, then he
had to be willing.  I had done this many times, but not in the same way he
had done.

He slowly walked over to me, and started running his hands over my chest.
They slowly massage me and working in circles, he slowly lowered them to my
belt.  He undid it with nervous fingers, and pulled my pants open and let
them fall to the ground.  He reached up under my shirt and started to pinch
and twist my nipples and I let out a small moan of pleasure.  He lifted my
shirt off over my head, and brought his mouth to my right nipple.  As he
slowly started licking and nibbling on it, he continued to pinch, and twist
on the other one.  His left hand reached behind me, and started rubbing on
my ass and feeling the warmth of my crack.  He raised up off of me, and
brought his lips to mine.

As we kissed I started pulling his shirt out of his pants.  I ran my hands
under the thin material, and started running them through his hairy chest.
I found one of his nipples and starts pinching, and pulling on it.  A moan
escaped his mouth as he slowly started to arch his back.  I unbuttoned his
pants, and slowly started to lower to my knees.  We broke the kiss, and he
pulled his shirt off.  As I lowered down, I ran my fingers down his
stomach, and slipped them into his pants grabbing hold of his throbbing
cock.  When I was all the way down, I pulled his pants down, and let him
step out of them.

I slowly started stroking his hardening erection and as the first drops of
precum came out, I got it onto my finger.  I slowly took his cock into my
mouth, and as I went down to his pubes, I reached up and put my
precum-covered finger into his mouth.  As he slowly licked, and sucked the
juices off of my finger, I copied his movements on his cock.  He noticed
that what he did, I did the same, and he really started to get into it.  He
slowly slid his mouth all the way down my finger taking it as far as it
could go into his mouth.  When he got it all the way in, he held it for a
few seconds, then starts to slowly pull up while swirling his tongue are
the bottom of it.  I did the same to his cock that he was doing to my
finger, and he lot out a moan, and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth.  I
pulled my finger out, and used it to start rubbing on the sensitive spot
that is just between the balls, and the ass hole.  I took his cock back
into my mouth, but I knew that he could not cum yet.  I slowly went all the
way down on him again, and took him into my throat.  Once my nose was
buried in his pubes, I started rubbing his perineum hard with one hand, and
with the other hand, I reached around and slipped a finger into his tight
hole.  He gasped with surprise and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth again,
and followed by the taste of more precum.  As I slowly pulled my head back
from his cock, I also slowly pulled out my finger making sure that I rubbed
it across his prostate along the way.  This got another moan, an another
squirt of precum.

I stood up and took him into my arms again.  We kissed, and I let him taste
his precum that was still on my tongue.  As well fell back onto the bed, we
broke the kiss, and he let out a sigh.  I rolled him over onto his stomach,
and spread his legs.  I pulled his ass up towards me, and slowly started
licking his hot hole.  I ran my tongue up and down his crack, and got it
good and wet, then started to slowly pry his pink rosebud open with my
rough tongue.  After a few minutes, he started to loosen up, it in no time,
I was fucking his ass with my tongue, and he was moaning so loud that I
knew the neighbors would be complaining in the morning.

"Take me my dark one.  I need it now."  He moaned.

I slowly rose up, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to his
waiting hole.  As I rubbed my cock against it, I felt him start to open up
to accept it.  I teased him a bit by pushing in a half inch, the pulling it
out.  He let out a moan, and before I could react, he had rammed himself
back onto my thick cock as hard, and as fast as he could.  I lost control
at that point, and fell on top of him ramming my full length in and out of
his as fast as I could.  I fucked him furiously for what seemed like hours,
and then I pulled off of him.  I picked him up, flipped him over on top of
me, and had him sit on my cock, and start riding it.

As he rode me, I started pulling on his cock.  He was leaking precum like a
faucet, and soon my stomach was covered with his clear juice.  He dipped
his finger into my navel, and brought it up to my lips and I greedily
sucked it in.

"I'm gonna cum soon if you keep riding me like that" I told him.

He grinned evilly and looked down on me.  I did not notice it, but as he
rode me, he had pulled out a knife that he had thrown on the bed before we
even started this.  I watched as he opened the blade, and put the shiny
metal up against his collarbone.  With a quick motion, he cut into his
flesh, and blood slowly welled up into the cut.  He lowered himself onto my
stomach while I keep thrusting my cock up into him.  He brought the cut to
my lips.

"Drink from me.  Share my life."

I slowly started lapping at the wound and sighed happily as the coppery
taste flowed across my tongue.  As soon as I swallowed the first of it, his
body started trembling underneath me.  He gasped as I probed the cut with
my tongue, and moaned as his cock that was trapped between our two stomachs
started spewing coating us in his juice.  As I swallowed a second time, I
shot the most massive load ever, and with the most intense orgasm of my
life.


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This is the end of chapter two.  I will try to get to chapter three as soon
as I can but due to some family problems, it might take a while.  This is
my first attempt at writing this, so if you have any feedback, criticism,
or just want to tell me what you think, then please email me at
cssc3100@hotmail.com

Thanks.

Also, I am well aware that this particular form of lovemaking is not one
that is looked well upon.  If you do decide to partake in the drinking of
blood, there are a lot of risks.  Make sure you know them all well and only
do it with someone that you love and trust.  And as always...  Get TESTED.