goodfellow | James

"God yes..." Robin groaned. "Harder, fuck... but don't bite me again until you're about to come."

James liked this game. He groaned and fucked him harder, enjoying every second. He did bit down but did not use his fangs. Yet.

Robin pushed back against him too, and made sounds of need and pleasure as he gripped his own cock and started to stroke himself as well.

Part of James wanted to push away Rob's hand, wamting only to take and not to indulge someone else with pleasure.

But he tightened and it felt good and something inside him stopped him. Instead he focussed on making this worth Rob's while. He slapped the man's arse and thrust in harder.

Robin moaned again, and then said breathlessly, "Are you close? I want - I want you to bite me again - "

The plea was irresistible and James growled as he dove in to bite him. He hadn't thought he was close... But biting him as he fucked him brought him right up to the edge. He moaned shamelessly as he drank.

Robin gasped out, and then moaned shamelessly. This was dangerous, he knew. So fucking dangerous.

That made it hotter.

He kept pulling himself off as the pleasure of the fuck and the high of the bite sent him spiraling. "I want you to come," he gasped, just as he flew over the edge himself, his body tensing as he came.

And he could only hope that the vampire stopped drinking once he was done.

James was certain he did not take well to commands, but upon that request, he did indeed come. It was the tightening of Rob, and the moans the man uttered, combined with the thrill and satisfaction of biting him. He stopped his bite to thrust once more and came, loudly groaning as he did.

Robin moaned and sank into the mattress with the vampire on top of him.

But despite the high and the afterglow, he had the presence of mind to immediately slide out from under him and move a foot away on the bed. "Forgive me for not cuddling, my dear," he said. "But I wanted to make sure you didn't plan to bite me again, I'm feeling a bit lightheaded."

Though then he leaned over him and kissed his cheek. "But you seem quite sated, please do lie here for a bit."

James did not mean to, but he had to agree with Rob that the bed was comfortable and his mind was pleasantly afloat. "A bit, perhaps. Do lie with me. Your scent is as sweet as your blood."

"Mmmm I will join you again in just a moment," Robin said, actually a little pleased by the request. "I'm going to get some juice to replenish my electrolytes."

James didn't know what that request had come from, but he wasn't taking it back. Instead he got comfortable on the bed.

And then...he fell asleep.

Robin came back a few minutes later, still naked, sipping from a glass of orange juice. He was actually a little relieved to find the vampire asleep. He went into the other room and picked up his office phone.

"Get me the owner of the piano bar down the street," he said. "Jazzmin." Then, a few minutes later. "Hi there. This is Robin Goodfellow at Saturnalia. Remember me? You need to come fetch your boyfriend before he drains someone. ... Look, I have no idea what you're talking about, but I've got a vampire here who doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, and someone should come get him. I'll have them show you to the office when you get here." And he hung up.

***

Kersen was very confused. He had no idea who Robin had found, but well, if there was a vampire without control, Kersen was as good a person as any to deal with it. So he went. When he got to the club, a bouncer showed him back to the office, where Robin opened the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black trousers.

"I really don't understand you," Robin sighed as he led him in. "I mean, I assume you made him, and you've always struck me as the responsible sort."

"I didn't make any - " But Robin had opened the door to an adjoining room, and there on the bed was a naked man, fast asleep.

James.

Kersen had to catch hold of the arm of the couch to keep himself from crumpling in shock and relief.

"He's yours, isn't he?" Robin said dryly.

Kersen just stared, dumbstruck.

There was a commotion that roused James. He sat up, wide awake upon realizing he wasn't alone with Rob.

He had no recollection of the other man, but felt drawn to him in an almost animalistic way. A sense of belonging swept over him and it confused him.

"Who are you?" he demanded, voice hoarse.

Kersen was still staring at him like he'd seen a ghost. Robin, meanwhile, tossed James his pants from the floor.

"I - " Kersen began, and his voice caught. "You don't know me?"

He could feel that James was a vampire. He could feel the connection to him, and he finally realized what the awful, terrible gnawing he'd had for the past two weeks was. He'd thought it was grief. But no, it was being denied the connection to his... progeny.

It was obvious what had happened. That Garrett had lied. And guilt slammed into Kersen like a brick.

Unashamed of being naked in front of this man, James stood up and put on his trousers. As he did, he regarded him closely. He could feel it; a connection, a familiarity... But he didn't know why.

"Is this a trick?" He asked Rob instead. "If you wanted me out, you should have said. I got what I came here for. Good night."

"Oh don't get me wrong, that was terribly fun, and I do hope you'll come back," Robin said pleasantly. "But clearly you could use some guidance, so I fetched a vampire mentor for you." He paused. "Though clearly I was wrong about the nature of your relationship. I thought he was also your boyfriend. Oh well. In any case, I'll let you two take it from here." He waved a hand dismissively.

Kersen didn't move to approach him, but his eyes followed James' every move. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, but finally he settled on, "Can we go somewhere to talk?"

He was trying to ignore the scene. He couldn't help that it made his heart twist a bit to know that they'd just had sex. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

Up to now, James had survived by following his instincts, and he trusted them. It was just that usually his instincts told him to feed and kill and right now his instinct was telling him to go with this man. He didn't know why that was. "Yes," he said anyway. For some reason he felt he owed this man something. Or... was that what he was feeling? Rob mentioned 'boyfriend'... That sounded strange and yet familiar to him.

In any case he found his shirt and put it on as he crossed the room. "Your place."

Robin wandered back into his office, bored now.

Kersen couldn't help it. As soon as James was close, he threw his arms around him, embracing him. He was here.

Despite himself, despite the mixture of emotions he couldn't quite yet name, this felt good. He hugged the man back. "Who are you?"

Kersen wasn't entirely certain why James had so thoroughly lost his memory. He did vaguely recall how fuzzy his brain had been when he'd first been turned... but also because of that he remembered very little from the early days.

"My name is Kersen," he said softly, and then brushed his lips to his cheek before pulling away. "We have a lot to talk about... and it shouldn't be here. We can leave your, ah, new friend to the rest of his night."

He took James' hand and led him into the next room. "Thank you," he said to Robin. He almost said, 'I owe you' but that kind of thing was dangerous when not prompted.

Robin waved a hand. "Oh don't worry about it."

Kersen nodded and started with James through the club.

"Kersen..." The name brought flashes of memories hitting his mind. None of it made sense. He took the hand without question and followed Kersen out of the club and down the street.

He didn't speak until they came up to the Jazzminn. "I've been here before..."

Kersen was fine with the silence, in part because he had no idea what to say. And he thought that once James heard the story he was likely to lash out, and he'd rather be somewhere private.

"Yes," he said, and led him around the outside to the door there down to the apartment. Once inside he said, "I... would offer you blood, but I suspect you're uh, good."

James shook his head. "I'd appreciate some information instead. Who am I, who are you and why do I- There's something between us. I can feel it. Its annoying."

"You don't remember anything?" Kersen said. "Nothing at all about your life before?"

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