Andre�s Bite
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A Short Story of Love . . . and Eternity
By Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author�s estate
� 2007 STEVESAINT
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�You know, someday you�re gonna let me take you.�
I looked at Andre and shook my head.� �I love you, but I don�t want to BE like you.�
�And I love you too, Peter.� That�s why I want you to be with me forever.�� Andre said, trying to use his magic eyes and their inner �will-stealing� power on me, though he knew by now that it wouldn�t work.
�We�ve been over this too many times.� I�m not gay, I don�t wish to be, and you�re not going to share me with any of your female friends so there�s no chance you�re going to turn me into...�
He cut me off.� �Okay, okay, but you�re willing to turn your back on immortality?�
�I guess I am, but I still love you, you know.��
I couldn�t help myself.� Just one gaze at him; just one gaze into his beautiful yet fathomless eyes and anyone would be hooked.� I was�just not enough to finally offer myself to him, though I was weakening.
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We�ve been roommates for a few years now.� I liked him from the first time we met, and our rent-sharing seemed like the most reasonable arrangement at the time.� I know now that he probably used some of his powers of �persuasion� on me.� He admitted as much once when he confided that he�d been infatuated with me from the first day we met.� Too bad you�re not gay�his thoughts, not mine.� I knew from the beginning that something was odd about Andre, and I�m not speaking about homophobia at all here.� He insisted that his bedroom be completely sealed from sunlight.� We called in a handyman who skeptically remodeled Andre�s room.� He wouldn�t eat anything in front of me.� He worked at night and slept during the day�nothing strange about that, just his secrecy.� He didn�t seem to have a social life.� I mean, I wasn�t a club-hopping fool, but at least I went out on some dates.� He never dated.
Everything came together one day when an old girlfriend of mine made a comment about how I seemed to age but Andre didn�t.� Andre made a wisecrack that �suckers� like him never grew old.� She thought he was just referring to cock-sucking, but I figured it out, though I hardly believed it could really be true.� So when we were alone in the apartment, I asked him.
He explained everything: his life, his nocturnal habits, his needs, his desire for me.� He laid all his cards on the table.� For my part, I told him of my new fears: that he�d take me now that I knew his secret.� He assured me he loved me more than I could know, and that anything he did to me would be my decision to make.
Andre often spoke of immortality.� He spoke of its many blessings as well as its curses.� He spoke of �the life,� as he called it.� About his fears and about all the myths that�ve grown over time about people like him.� He made feeding sound sensual.� He would hug me often, and once kissed me.� Yes, I was aroused more than at any other time in my life that day, but I wasn�t ready.
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Everything changed the day my doctor told me about the cancer.� Cancer like mine, found in its early stages, wasn�t the death sentence it used to be; nonetheless it got me thinking of my mortality�and how I felt about Andre.
After dark when he exited his special room, I told him about what I�d learned.� We cried and hugged.� Being this close, his body heat radiating into me, I got an achingly massive hard-on.� His power was undeniable.� However, when he kissed my neck, I recoiled.
He said, �I wasn�t going to...I promised, remember?�
�I�m sorry.� I shouldn�t have reacted like that.�
He looked at the bulge in my pants, and said, �I want you to be with me forever.� Peter, I love you as I�ve never loved anyone before.� It�s time...�
Andre didn�t have to tell me what it�s time for.� I knew, and I was finally ready.� As we kissed, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt.� His hands caressed my chest.� I swear my body temperature went up a couple of degrees from his touch.� My cock ached, as dribbling precum soaked my briefs.� I don�t know how he did it, but I found myself naked and in my own bed with him lying next to me, naked as well.� How did I get here and not remember a thing?� Andre was whispering my name over and over as if it were a magic chant.� For all I knew, maybe it was.� His hand gently closed around my tumescent cock and I came, spewing rope after rope of jism all over both of us.� He dabbed some onto his fingertips and tasted it.
He leaned closer and whispered, �Don�t worry Peter, I think there�s more where that came from,� and I was certain he was right.
My erection didn�t falter one bit, even after shooting the biggest load of my life.� Silently, he slowly ran his fingertips down my chest and over my belly before palming my cock once again.� He hunched up onto one elbow and looked at me.
�Those stories about us...you know, the neck and all...are so melodramatic.� We know where all the best hot blood will be,� he said as he turned his face to my still-throbbing cock.�
He deep throated me more expertly than any woman ever had.� I felt my orgasm approaching and grabbed a handful of his hair in one hand and a handful of bedcovering in the other.� I knew this was going to be a whopper.� I felt a small pin-prick of pain on the shaft of my cock at the same time I exploded in ecstasy.�
I screamed �Oh God...Oh...ARRRRRGGGGHHHH� as I came.� The most intense orgasm of my life shook my body down to the marrow in my bones.� I felt my ejaculatory spasms one after another, miraculously not stopping, not waning�and all while I was still deep in his throat.� My mind was clouding up, as if starving for oxygen.� Or was it starving for something else?� As I blacked out, I was still cumming.
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�How do you feel?�
I opened my eyes to find Andre hovering over me.� His enigmatic expression was part concern and part glee.� I was still on my bed, naked, and I was still as hard as a rock.� I looked at my stiff cock and saw it was bigger than it ever was and all purple and... and... every vein was throbbing like some evil space alien in a low-budget horror film!
�Wh...What did you do to me?�
�What�s the matter?� That climax wasn�t good enough for you?�� He laughed.� �I drank of you, that�s what I did.� In fact I drank of you in more than one way, that�s for sure.�� He ran his tongue over his upper lip.
I looked again at my swollen cock and saw two small puncture wounds about a third of the way up the shaft.� �Does this mean...?�
�Yes and no,� he answered.� �I took of you, and now you have to take it back from me.�
�Take it back?�
�Yes.� I took your fluids and now you need to get them back...well...now that they�re commingled in me, that is.�
Without further words, he rolled me onto my stomach, but not before I saw his splendid erection quiver as he moved.� He was going to fuck me, and I was elated.� I�d of course never been with a man before, but all reservations were gone.� I wanted him in me as if it always was the natural thing to do.� Maybe it always was.�
He spit saliva onto his fingers before using it to lubricate me.� I raised my ass up for him.� When he entered me he started a fire deep within me.� I thrust my ass out to take him, to engulf him in that fire.� He was slow and gentle all the way.� There was no pain, only salvation.� I caught his reflection in the dresser mirror (surprise, another myth busted) as he came.� I saw his ass cheeks clench on each ejaculation.� I lost count at nine.� He filled me up.
When he was spent, he pulled me down next to him and we hugged and kissed.� He then guided my mouth to his neck and offered himself to me.
�What do I do?�� I asked in a whisper.
�Don�t think about it.� Just let it happen naturally.�
I placed my lips at his jugular as I felt my mouth changing.� My jaw morphed, and soon I was ready to drink.� I felt the rush as soon as his blood came into me.� My body convulsed and I felt my cock spasm in another orgasm.� This was bliss; this was heaven.
He groaned, �Okay...okay...that�s enough for now or you�ll be sick.�
We laid there entwined all night, not sleeping, talking about our future together.�� Our cocks vibrated like tuning forks; mine�like his has always been�now possessed with a power I needed to learn to control.� Tonight, though, would not be about control but about copulation.� I�d already cum three times and yet my cock never relaxed.� We spooned on the big bed, me behind him.
I wondered about lubrication, but he read my thoughts and said, �No need, I�m ready for you just the way we are.�� I positioned the head of my cock at his anus, and it simply slid in, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where it had to be.� I held his hips and began my rhythmic thrusting.�
Power!� I felt an amazing power surge through me as I fucked Andre.� I was ramming him at a pace I never thought I could achieve.� All the while he muttered �Mmm, it�s okay, hard is good...� over and over again.� This orgasm was king; it snuck up on me and I was cumming before I knew I was even close.� I felt like my cock was a fire-hose.� I kept spraying beyond any reasonable physical limit.� Power!
Before dawn, he�d fucked me twice and I did him once more.� After I came, he whispered in my ear and told me I was probably ready for more feeding.� My �education� was now proceeding to fellatio.� I went down on his cock and tried to take him deep, but my gag reflex prevented me from taking him into my throat.� I would learn.� I sucked him until I felt his cock swell and twitch as he readied to cum.� Without any conscious thought, just visceral need, my mouth morphed and my newfound fangs penetrated the largest, throbbing vein on his cock.� I drank greedily.� Then he came, and I drank again.
Coughing cum but otherwise sated, I rolled back to lie next to him.� He was right: the neck was highly overrated.
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His internal clock, honed over eons of lifetime, told him it was time to move.
�Peter, we need to go to my room before the sun comes up.�
�Sun?�� Yeah, dumb question.
�C�mon, let�s go.� This is Day 1 of your new life...I...we...have to get closed up.�
I knew enough not to ask another dumb question.� I followed him through the dark apartment into his bedroom.� When he closed the door behind us, I couldn�t see anything�it was pitch black.� He led me like the blind man I was to his bed.� The rich satin sheets were cool to the touch but soon warmed from the heat we were generating.� I offered my ass to him again and he took me.� Not gentle this time, but hard and furious.
He came with a grunt, but my �new� ears detected an underlying harmonic that was a growl as old as time itself.
I wanted to drink from his cock once more.� He said it wasn�t a good thing to feed again so soon, especially for a newbie like me.� I fucked him instead.� When it was my turn to cum buried deep in his rectum, it was as if I�d always been there.� As if I was always destined to be there.� As if there was no other place for my cock but to be there.� We were now one.
Just before we fell asleep I asked him about what would happen to me.� Andre explained the changes I still had to experience.� He told me about the hunger and how often I would need to satisfy it.� He told me how he�d satisfied his over the ages.
�Of course, you�ll have to find a new job, now that you�re nocturnal,� he said.� �I don�t think I need to tell you this since I think you figured it out on your own, but there�ll be no more cancer.� You are beginning your journey through eternity.�� He smiled.� I somehow knew he smiled, though there was no way in this darkness to see his face.� �I love you Peter.� Will you be my partner...my love...forever?�
I said, �Yes,� although �I Do� would have been more appropriate for the occasion.� �I love you, Andre.�
I fell asleep in his arms, secure in his protection and guidance, for today�and for the centuries to come.
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