Casefiles of a Vampire 1: 3/10?

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Ryan’s place was above his bar, where he stayed sometimes when he worked late, and he rented the others out to his cousin Chip, and his waitress Karen. Karen was Emily’s older sister, and also Sandi’s donor. And lover. Sandi had been made the same night as I had. Actually, Sandi was made first before the guy went after me. I still kicked myself for it sometimes when I saw her and after our friendly banter had been exhausted, but she always knew and always told me she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Sometimes, though, I think she blames me for not saving her, too.

I let myself in with my key and hurried up the stairs and turned the corner when Chip rounded it at the same time, nearly sending me crashing back down them. “Oh, whoops- sorry Chip.”

He peeled himself off of the wall, clutching his chest. “Damn Mochrie, I ain’t young anymore! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Oh please, you’re- what? Far too young for a heart attack.”

“I’m 57, Mochrie,” he sighed patiently.

“What?” I blinked at him. “That’s not possible… if you’re 57, then that means Ryan is-”

“Sixty-three…” he sighed, crossing his arms, not looking at me. “He’s 63 this April.”

“But your birthdays… where’d your birthdays go?”

“We never really celebrated them anyway, Col,” He chuckled. “You were busy a lot anyway, and so were we.”

“But that’s not possible… You all look so… so…”

“Young? Yeah, we noticed too when we sort of… stopped aging, or at least slowed down a lot…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair with its barest sprinkling of gray. “Karen thinks it’s because we’re all feeding you guys. Because you guys aren’t the only ones receiving in the exchanges…” he blushed, grinning.

I leaned heavily against the wall. Where had the years gone? Why had I not noticed?

His grin faded and slid into a frown, puzzled by my reaction. He patted my arm. “Hey, it’s fine… it was a bit of a shock to us too, but we’re okay with it. It’s definitely been a plus so far. Besides, I think I may take Jeff’s offer and turn one day… maybe…” He sighed and left for his room, but stopped at his door. “Just… try to remember that he still loves you, okay? He’d have married you by now if he could, I think.” He smiled at my shocked countenance and shut the door between us, leaving me blinking, pretending to hold up the wall.

He’s going to be 63 come April. That’s already longer than both of my parents and his father had lived, beating all of my brothers easily. Sixty-three… and I hadn’t known it.

I pushed away from the wall, shaking, and slapped myself hard several times before I finally knocked on Ryan’s door, opening it when I heard a muffled, “Come in.”

It was a scene I’d been shown so many times I could now picture it anytime anywhere. He was sitting in his favorite old chair, his feet propped up on a divan, a tray with a bottle and glass of his favorite bourbon at his side, and reading a book by electric light.

He’d finally let them wire up the house when we convinced him that, overall, it would be better for the building instead of gas. He liked it better, but when asked he’d grump and say he preferred the gas lamps. He looked up from his book and smiled at me over his wire rim glasses.

His eyes crinkled at the corners, framing his gray-green eyes, and his dominating nose spread over his lovely mouth with its thin lips that turned red and inviting when I kissed them too much or too hard. Which was why I kissed him so often.

“You’re late,” he said smartly, rising with a grunt and setting his book and glasses down so he could peel me out of my coat. “You’re also staring. What gives?”

I looked at his hair, now more silver than the dirty blonde curls I remembered from our youth and I ran my hands through them, feeling them wrap around my fingers like they were trying to keep my hand there.

“Col?” he asked, concerned. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine,” I said quietly, letting my hand slip from his curls to the side of his cheek, rough with salt and pepper stubble, feeling the lines etched into his face by hard times and age. “Just… an interesting case tonight…”

“I’ll say if it’s got your feathers up this much,” he murmured, cradling my hand in his, pressing it to his cheek.

“You look so good.”

He flashed me a smile. “Don’t sound so disappointed.”

“Ryan… what are we going to do?” I asked, blurted really, unable to hide the panic the thought of losing him caused.

He gave a startled laugh, but the twinkle in his gaze fell slowly away as he looked at me. “Col, about what?” he cradled my face and I looked down at his chest.

“My case… it’s an unusual one… she wants to be with him forever, she loves him that much. But she can’t die, she’s immortal or at least he said she was…” I felt Ryan still, smelled his apprehension skyrocket. “The only way they could ever be together was he would have to give up… being human… he’d have to die… to be with her forever…” My god, this bothered me more than I knew. My chest felt tight with panic, and I began to shake, struggling to keep my voice level when inside, I’d begun to berate myself in steadily rising mental octaves. I was so stupid… I couldn’t possibly be with him forever, why on earth would I ever be so naïve as to think that-

He tilted my face back up to his and pressed his lips to mine, catching me mid-sob and firmly stealing it. When he pulled away, I tried to speak but again he pressed our lips together, giving me a determined look before my eyes slid shut with his. He pressed me firmly against the door, leaving no space between us but the one afforded by our clothes as he opened my mouth and plundered it thoroughly, holding my face firmly so I could not move without forcing it.

He pulled back slightly, both of us panting, our breath mingling as I pulled at his clothes petulantly. He rested our foreheads together, swallowing twice before he could speak. “This is us, here and now… Don’t ruin what we have here by thoughts of what we can’t change…”

I looked up at him before looking away. “There is a way…” I whispered, just barely audible even to myself.

“What?” he asked.

He hadn’t heard me. Perhaps that was for the best. “Nothing, just babbling,” I sighed, nuzzling his neck, placing a small kiss on my marks, letting his smell invade and comfort me. It worked, if only a little. His hands rubbing up and down my back did, too, and his lips on my neck, lipping the sensitive skin there.

“You’re cold,” he muttered when my cold hands found their ways underneath his shirt.

“And you’re not,” I grinned into his neck, his rich chuckle vibrating my lips nicely.

“Let’s get you warm,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes please,” I whispered back, feeling him shiver.

Once he had me in the bedroom where he wanted me, he took his time undressing me, his body as close as he could get it without touching until I was stark naked and hungry for want of him in his fully, and frustratingly, clothed arms. “If you don’t get undressed too, I’m going to put on a parka and leave you,” I quipped, glaring at him from over my shoulder.

He grinned, tracing his lips over my shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief just as brightly as they had more than, could it be, 15 years ago. They lost some of their sparkle, and I realized that my thoughts were showing on my face. “How can you think about that stuff when I have you, right here, like this?” he emphasized just exactly how he had me by rubbing against my backside, letting me know he liked me this way a lot.

As if I had any doubts.

I chewed my lip, leaning heavily against him, cuddling even further into his arms without thinking about it. “Chip told me out in the hallway that you’re turning 63 this coming April and I hadn’t realized that you’d passed me up… I hadn’t even noticed that you were growing older… it’s frightening that, for me, I can blink and years will have passed. What happens the next time I blink, Ryan? How old will you be then? Or will you be gone?” I asked him, eyes wide and frightened, but dammit I couldn’t help it.

He smiled softly, turning me around and holding me so he could still peer down at my face, tracing a graceful finger down my cheek. “You just blinked, Col, and I’m still here.”

“But Ry-”

“Shush…” he said firmly. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it…”

I wanted so badly to ask just when we would finally realize that we were at the bridge when he started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was halfway down when I moved to help him, but he shook his head. “I want to keep the buttons on this one,” he smiled, slipping it off as I ducked my head and blushed before lifting the hem of his undershirt up and over his head. I ran my hands over his stomach, no longer flat but soft and rounder, like mine had been before it burned off after I changed. The sprinkling of hair below his navel now had gray in it too, but his stomach still twitched when I touched it too lightly and tickled him. Just like it always had.

His pants fell to the floor soon after, his briefs with them, and we were beneath the covers with him wrapped around me from behind, both of us naked as the day we’d been born. He shuddered when his favorite parts came in contact with my freezing skin, and he cursed heartily. I chuckled with smug pleasure before a large, hot hand cupped my ass. I felt my face flush as he trailed down my leg and lifted it, bringing it back and sticking one of his between mine so that he was flush against my entrance, blazing with heat.

“Over the hill and still a virile fucker, aren’t you?” I rumbled with lazy pleasure.

He chuckled at my back, and I heard him fumble behind me, the gentle clink of glass on wood and then the thick smell of oil. “Let me show you just how virile you make me feel,” he purred against the back of my neck. I opened my mouth to reply, but slammed it shut again along with my eyes to savor the sensations of him as he spread the lubricant around my new, naked, center of attention. I let out a long shuddering sigh when he slipped a finger in, rimming me from inside, thrusting and twisting, just barely giving me a luxurious few moments with a second finger before he pulled them away.

He knew full and well that I loved little preparation, and craved the sensation of him stretching me, of him forcing himself into my body and it feeling so good. He pressed inside, and both of us let out a guttural groan as he moved forward in one firm stroke, stealing my breath, making my eyes water from the stinging pain. Every ridge, every vein, every valley sinking right into me.

I distantly felt his balls brush against mine, but most of me was focused on controlling my breathing as I surrendered to being owned and surrounded by him, body and soul. He pressed kisses on the back of my neck as he curled tightly around me, shaking, and cursed softly as he wrapped arms around my body, trying to hold me still as I began to writhe, to make him do something. I rolled my hips, rocking him if possible, even deeper, and his fingernails dug into my skin slightly. That was my only warning.

He moved the leg that he’d flipped up over his own, raising it, spreading me further, and began short but powerful thrusts into me like only he knew how, reading my moans and sighs like he would his book. I covered his hand pulling me back on him with my own and buried my face in the pillow, clenching it with my fist. My own raging need I ignored, just concentrating on the feel of him gliding in and out of my body, the spasms he caused trying to hold him inside as he thrust in and out, his murmurs of approval gusting over my neck.

I shifted my grip to his hip and changed the rhythm, making it slower, making it last, riding him deep and agonizingly slow. “Col… too slow… you’re torturing me…” he grunted, the tendons on his neck standing out as he fought for his peak.

“I want to feel you…” I husked right back, “want you as long as I can…” He slipped a sharp thrust past me and I choked on the words before finding my tongue wrapped around the syllables of his name. “Want you as long as I can keep you…” I whispered.

He pulled away and rolled me onto my back, sliding between my legs but not inside, and I felt his loss like a blow to my heart. “I’m not going anywhere, Col…” he murmured, caressing my brow.

I bit my lip before I pulled him forward, bit his lip lightly and tasted his blood, moaning at his flavor. He slid back inside as I wrapped my legs high around his waist, taking up the deep, slow rhythm just for me as I licked at his mouth, searching for more of his delicious flavor. “Don’t want you to go…” I whispered as his thrusts began to speed up, inevitably, and my own body’s calling became overwhelming. “Want you to stay…”

“I’m staying…” he panted as his hips pistoned now, both of us only able to manage slack kisses, sweat pasting his silver hair to his forehead.

I pulled at my cock and he rested his forehead on my shoulder, watching, as his rhythm began to falter. I felt him set his teeth into my shoulder, muffling his whimpered cry and I felt him begin to release. I plunged teeth into his neck just as my own orgasm ripened, peaked and sent me flying with him.

It was white noise.

I couldn’t see or feel a thing, couldn’t hear Ryan, though I knew beyond doubt that he was right here with me, just as soaked in bliss as I was. It was so warm, and safe, and slowly, softly, we settled down, our vision returning to find Ryan collapsed on my shoulder, his breathing deep and even, and only my spend and two thin red lines trickling down his neck to tell of what we’d done.

He’d softened and slipped free before we finally found the energy to blink at each other. “At the same time…” He smiled sleepily.

“The exact same time,” I murmured back, running my fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know… don’t care…”

He nodded, playing lazily with my chest hair. “No… I don’t think I’m going anywhere anytime soon… if something like that can happen to us… after so long together… it doesn’t happen every day…”

“No, I don’t think it does…” I agreed softly, feeling utter contentment settling over us both.

“I love you too much,” he yawned, and I repeated it, smiling as he slid up to me, curling around me, his head pillowed on my chest. “Too much to go anywhere but towards you…”

He was out like a light, which was the only reason he didn’t see my face. I knew that this would never last. Knew that everything must end, and when it did… I would never be a whole man ever again.