Page 20 of Vampire Lee

Dillon stood with his palms against the wall in the shower, head hanging while the water pounded on his back.

Lee was in the room next to theirs with Angelo, helping him get settled. Murrie, Hanna, Faelan, Mars, and Rei were processing the captives while Devin was cooking up a storm for the rescues. He should have offered to help, but his nerves were fried.

Murrie had given him a soft smile and a mumbled thanks before Dillon hurried up the stairs. He figured it was Murrie’s way of saying he was free to leave.

He tipped his head, a low moan escaping as the heat hit his front instead of his back. Another noise, not coming from him, had him whirling around. Lee was standing outside the shower watching him.

“You paint a fine picture.”

He did not. There was nothing fine about his scarred skin, but right now, he didn’t care. Lee looked half a breath away from toppling over. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah. Do you know if Mars has any blood?”

“I assume so, but I think he’s busy at the moment.” Devin might know where he kept it, though.

Dillon ran his gaze over Lee. He didn’t like how wet the bloody fabric clinging to his side was. “How bad off are you?”

“I’ve seen better days, but I’ll be fine.”

Stepping out of the spray, Dillon moved closer. “How bad?” He gestured at the side.

“It won’t close properly. Or it closes, and then I move, and it opens again. But the healing is slower now. I need to feed.” He looked ashen, and Dillon suspected he was in a lot more pain than he let on. Carefully, he reached for the hem of Lee’s shirt and pulled it upward. It made a slick sound as it parted with his skin, and Dillon winced. “Shit, this isn’t good.”

“It’ll be fine, some blood and some rest, and I’ll be good as new.”

He was most likely right, but…Dillon pulled the shirt over his head, cautious not to jostle him more than necessary. “Shower? Or do you think it’s too much at the moment?”

“I’d love a shower. It’s gonna sting though.”

Dillon reached for the button in his jeans, giving him a wicked grin. “So…boyfriend?”

“Ah, yeah, probably should’ve asked first.”

Dillon chuckled. “I believed you were a free-spirited sort of guy, no relationships, only fucking the most dangerous guy you could find before moving on.”

Lee groaned, and Dillon dropped to his knees, pulling the jeans and underwear with him. Lee looked down at him, his cock making an attempt to stand, but failing. Dillon chuckled.

“You’re evil.”

“A little.” He rose. “Come on, I have you.”

He steered Lee into the shower, grabbed the shower head and turned the knob, so the spray softened a little before running it over Lee’s shoulders. He hissed.

“Too hot?” Dillon loved a hot shower.

“Nah, it’s good.” Lee watched him with such intensity, Dillon had to look away. He focused on running the water over his body, washing away the blood. There was a new trickle from the puncture wounds in his side as soon as he’d washed away the previous.

“Claws?”

“The fucking bear from the garden center.”

Dillon nodded. “Want to bite me?”

Lee reared back. “No. You don’t want me to.”

Dillon grimaced. He might not, but the wound didn’t stop bleeding, and he didn’t want to have to go hunt down Mars when he was busy. “Don’t mess with my mind.”

Lee made a sound of protest. “It hurts when—”

“I know.” He looked into Lee’s eyes despite a voice in his mind telling him not to. He gestured at his scar-filled body. “I know it hurts, but I’d rather hurt and know what is happening is real than you messing with my mind.”

Shaking his head, Lee ran a hand over his arm up to his shoulder. “I never want to hurt you.”

“Ah, that’s sweet, now flick the switch to your practical brain. You’re leaking and have been for…an hour? Two? It’s not healing. Mars is neck-deep in work, and I don’t want to throw on clothes and have to go look for him, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” Lee raised his eyebrows.

“Nope, you’re not. You’re gonna bite me, then I’m gonna wash you. You’re gonna be wet and slippery, and I’m gonna touch you wherever and however I want.”

* * * *

Lee wanted to give in. He wanted to sink his fangs into Dillon’s neck and swallow him down, but he didn’t want to ruin anything. Only a couple of days ago, Dillon had refused to meet his gaze.

“I’m a bit scared.”

Dillon looked confused. “You’re scared? Of what?”

“You looking at me differently.”

Dillon shook his head and curled his arm around Lee’s shoulders. “Come on now. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get to the good stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Lee huffed a laugh only to groan when pain swamped his mind.

“Hate to break it to you, but if I bite you, it’s gonna be the good stuff for me.”

“Which means afterward, you’re mine to do what I want with. The good stuff for me.”

Lee swallowed. Hard. He was convinced Dillon wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want him to. If he said no, it would be no, so he nodded.

Dillon placed the shower head in the holder and turned them. Then he leaned back and rested his back and head against the tiles, baring his throat. Lee took it as the invitation it was and stepped closer.

First, he placed a kiss on the exposed skin only to have Dillon jump. “Relax, or try to at least.”

Dillon let out a shaky breath, and Lee considered putting a stop to it all. This was not what Dillon needed.

“Lee.” It was the exasperated tone that made him close the distance between them anew. He wound his arms around Dillon, fastened his lips over the throbbing pulse point, and allowed his fangs to pierce the skin.

Dillon jerked and hissed, but Lee held him tight, so he wouldn’t tear anything. After the initial jolt of surprise, Dillon relaxed in his hold. The taste exploded on his tongue, and he moaned. Best blood ever. He’d never tasted anything as good, and if this was what humans tasted like, he wondered what the hell it was he’d been drinking when he’d believed he’d had human before.

Fingers dug into his shoulders but not to fight him off. Dillon clung to him, and it had another moan escaping. Fucking hell, he never wanted this to end. He swallowed and swallowed again. His body was knitting together, he could sense a tingling burn in his side and knew it had stopped bleeding without looking.

He allowed himself a few more swallows since he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to taste anything as good again, then he retracted his fangs and licked over the puncture wounds. He kept his lips fastened to Dillon’s skin until he was sure it had sealed.

When he looked up at Dillon, his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. Lee wanted to kiss him, but he’d taste of blood.

“Okay?” What came out was a hoarse whisper. Dillon opened his eyes and nodded.

Lee wasn’t sure he believed him and ran his hands over his arms and shoulders, reaching for the soap and doing what Dillon had said he’d do to him—get him wet and slippery.

At some point, Dillon took the bar from him and worked up a good lather. He ran his hands over his shoulder, down over his chest, and got his belly all soapy. Then he gently ran his hand over where the puncture wounds had been. They were sealed now.

“It worked.” He leaned forward and kissed his collarbone, then his throat, only to press his lips against Lee’s.

“Maybe I should brush my teeth.”

Dillon huffed a laugh and kissed him with more force. Lee allowed him, their tongues tangling as Dillon ran soapy hands over his back and down to his ass.

“Tell me what you want.” Dillon spoke against his mouth.

“I didn’t think that was the deal.”

Dillon shrugged. “I’m pretty easy. Want me to blow you? Want me to fuck you? Want to fuck me?”

Lee stared. “You were making a thing out of fucking me.”

Dillon ran slippery fingers down his crack, circling his hole. “Sometimes I talk a lot. I won’t fuck you unless you want me to.” There was a light pressure, and Lee made a sound as the tip of Dillon’s finger breached him. He didn’t push in, instead, he was watching Lee with searching eyes.

“I don’t normally bottom.”

“I got that. You want to or not, because I’m good either way. Or not at all. Last night was nice.”

Lee groaned. Had it only been last night? It had been nice. He kissed Dillon again. “Whatever you want. There is lube in my toiletry bag.”

“Oh-oh, came here with expectations, did you?”

Lee chuckled and shook his head. “Nope.”

Dillon shut the water off and pulled him out of the shower. He was still soapy all over, but he didn’t object.

With a light push, Dillon had him leaning over the sink, his body flush against Lee’s as he reached for the toiletry bag. Lee grabbed it from him, got the tube of lube, and handed it to Dillon.

“You’re so fucking hot, Lee.”

Average. He was woefully average, but he liked the way Dillon was talking. Gone was all hesitation, and he had a dirty mouth.

“Such a nice ass. Come on, show me.”

Lee stared at him in the mirror. “W-What?” A blush threatened to color his cheeks.

Dillon gave him a wicked grin and kicked lightly on one of his feet, making him widen his stance. “There you go. I want to see. Show me your hole.” He ran lubed fingers over his opening, and Lee gasped.

“Pretty. All shiny and wet now.” Dillon ran his fingers over him several times, making Lee shiver. When a lubed hand wrapped around his cock, Lee jumped in surprise only to groan at the sensation. A finger pushed into him, gently and yet determined.

Lee stilled and Dillon kissed his shoulder. “You should see yourself, Lee. Your body gripping my finger perfectly.” Dillon looked down and withdrew his finger only to push it back in again. “Yes, look at that. Nice. All glistening around me. Can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”

“You’re a dirty fucker, aren’t you?” Lee wished he’d sounded less breathy and more confident.

Dillon’s chuckle had goosebumps spreading over him. “Nope. You washed me, remember? I’m clean.” He hooked his finger, and Lee jerked when he brushed over his sweet spot.

“Ready for a second?”

Lee didn’t find his voice, so he nodded. Dillon pushed in with two fingers, and Lee squirmed at the stretch only to moan when Dillon jacked his cock.

“Beautiful. So fucking hot.” Dillon’s words danced over his skin, and when he rubbed the right spot this time, Lee moaned.

For an eternity, Dillon worked his fingers in and out of him, hitting him just right and timing each thrust with his hand on his cock. He murmured praise mixed with dirty remarks, and soon Lee was a panting mess, writhing under his ministrations.

Heat built inside, his muscles tensing, and—“Dillon.”

The pressure on his prostate disappeared in a heartbeat, and Lee mourned the loss.

Dillon reached for the lube again, and Lee hung his head, panting but not moving otherwise. When Dillon stepped closer, he shivered. “Oh, fuck.”

“Relax. I’ve got you.” Dillon kissed his neck before guiding himself to Lee’s opening. The pressure started soft but soon grew more insistent. Lee could feel his body give, and the head of Dillon’s cock pushed inside.

Dillon groaned. “Would you look at that? It looks like maybe I will fit after all.”

Lee laughed only to have it cut off when Dillon pushed in a little deeper. “Ass.”

“Yes, you have a lovely ass, couldn’t agree more. Gripping me so fucking tight, babe.”

Lee nodded because what the hell should he answer?

Dillon drew back a little only to push in again. Lee hissed and gripped the sink in a firmer grip, then Dillon found the right angle, and Lee shuddered. “Fuck.”

“We are.” He sounded out of breath. “I’d go as far as to say it’s going pretty well.”

Dillon thrust again and sounds spilled from Lee’s lips. When confident fingers worked his cock, he pushed himself back onto Dillon and was rewarded with a grunt and fingertips digging into his hip.

“Fuck, you should see yourself, all stretched around me.” He let go of Lee’s hip and trailed a finger over the sensitive rim of his hole around his cock.

“Dillon.”

A chuckle wasn’t what he’d expected, and if he had enough breath to chuckle, they were doing this wrong. Lee rolled his hips, and Dillon’s hand flew back to his hip. “Fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby.”

That was better. Babbling was good. Dillon tightened his hold on Lee’s cock and explosions went off in his mind. Skin slapped as Dillon thrust into him, his cock hit all the right places and had Lee clawing at the sink with every motion.

“You gonna come soon?”

Lee nodded. The sparks were filling his mind, his balls drew up tight, and heat rushed down his spine.

“Good, wanna feel you come on my cock. Come on, squeeze me, babe.”

Lee groaned. The waves of pleasure left him speechless, breathless. The release washed over him with such force he might have snarled. It didn’t matter. Dillon was talking nonsense while fucking him hard through the spasms. His seed painted the underside of the sink, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how Dillon tensed behind him, all sounds and babbling going silent as his cock swelled and pumped inside him. Then Dillon made a soft sound at the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Lee. He kissed his shoulder and his neck before pulling him up into a standing position. They stood there panting for several seconds.

When Dillon slipped out of him, he winced.

“Sorry.” He pulled Lee into the shower and put the water on. He held it away to make sure it was warm before pushing Lee under the spray. Then he reached for the soap again despite Lee already being soapy. “Are you okay?”

Lee looked at him, a low laugh bubbling out of him. “Yeah, I’m okay. How about you?”

“Never better. I love your ass.”

Lee huffed and pulled him in for a kiss. “It’s yours whenever you want it.”

“You too. Whenever you want my ass, I mean. I’m not picky about what goes where.”

Maybe it was a philosophy Lee should adopt.