Seth’s dreams were haunted by Anri.

In a surreal way, he knew he was dreaming. He was lying down in his bed, head propped up with a pillow. Anri was above him, his neat ponytail missing and his dark blond hair haloing his face. His weight was a comfortable pressure on Seth’s thighs.

He glanced up at Anri’s face. His blondish colored locks hung down around his face, obscuring his features. Anri’s eyes seemed to be closed, though Seth couldn’t be sure, as they were hidden beneath the halo of his soft looking hair. He longed to touch it, to run his fingers through it, but he didn’t quite have control over his arms. It seemed all he could do was observe.

Anri was naked. He was lean and defined, on the borderline of being too skinny. His skin was pale, too pale, and stark in the low light. His chest had just a light covering of wispy hair, brownish blond like the hair that shrouded his face. His hair thickened at his stomach and formed an absolutely enticing happy trail down to…

Seth realized he was also naked. He could feel the blush of embarrassment crawl down his face and neck. Also, his feet were cold. They weren’t cold until he realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And now they were cold. He shook his head. Dream logic.

Anri shifted a bit, drawing his attention. He leaned forward, reaching back to tuck some of his hair behind his right ear. It was an unconscious movement, totally natural to Anri. His face looked more relaxed than Seth had ever seen Anri look in real life. He looked happy and content.

He opened his eyes, staring deeply into Seth’s own. Anri’s eyes glowed with a red light that seemed to illuminate his facial features. They were mesmerizing. He found himself relaxing even deeper. He began to drift away from his body and the scene changed abruptly in that way that dreams will do.

He and Anri were at Kintsugi. His finger was in Anri’s mouth. Anri’s red eyes stared at him. It was like they could see deep inside him, all the way to his soul. He felt more naked under Anri’s gaze now then he did when he was actually naked just a moment before. His finger stung as Anri’s tongue dipped inside of the small wound, the papercut from the other night.

The small stab of pain turned to pleasure and his cock stirred in his pants. Anri’s nostrils flared as if he could smell his arousal and he bit down on Seth’s finger. His teeth were too sharp and Seth felt them break his skin easily. He reflexively jerked his hand back, but Anri’s hands held it in place. Anri sucked on his finger, moaning from his throat.

The pain was instantly replaced with pleasure and Anri’s moan sent a pulse of arousal throughout his body. He was fully erect now, and his member pulsed with each draw of suction on his finger.

He couldn’t look away from Anri’s crimson gaze as he drank. The suction disappeared, leaving a cold draft on his finger. The sensation sent a chill down his spine. Anri’s eyes burned red and he felt trapped in his gaze. He longed to feel Anri’s mouth around his finger again.

Seth was freed from the intensity of his stare as his head dipped down, the spell broken along with their eye contact. Seth watched, entranced, as Anri dragged his mouth over the back of his hand, Anri’s teeth raking over his flesh. Two scarlet lines of blood welled up in a trail behind his mouth. Anri looked up at him, smiling with bloodstained lips and two long opalescent pearl fangs peeking out from his crimson mouth. He stared at Seth with his ruby red eyes, dipping his head to trace back over the red rivulets with his tongue. He wore a wicked smile at the edges of his mouth. This time, Seth moaned in pleasure as Anri’s raspy tongue sent liquid pleasure through his body.

Another dream record skip. They were still at Kintsugi, but now it was busy. Anri was working. He sat back and watched him move around the bar with the grace of a dancer. Kintsugi was more full than he had ever seen it, people jostling each other for space at the bar. Lance sat beside him, his favorite gin and tonic loosely grasped in one hand, chatting with a faceless brunette.

People surged forward and he was pushed away from the bar, away from Anri. Lance didn’t seem to notice, or react at all to the surge of faceless people, but Seth was pushed back, farther and farther away from the bar. He strained to make his way back to Anri but hands pulled him back, gently at first then more and more harshly as he resisted.

“No! I need to go back!” he yelled against the masses. “Anri!” Hands continued to pull him farther away until he was completely surrounded. He lost sight of Anri, of Lance, of the bar. A sea of faceless arms, legs and torsos pulled him down, down, further down into stifling blackness. He couldn’t breathe.

He scrambled and pulled against the limbs, fighting to get free. “I want to go back. I want to see Anri! I want Anri!” he choked out, surprised to find that he meant it. Being separated from Anri felt like the worst thing that could happen. He knew that he couldn’t let it happen, he had to stay, to fight to get back to him.

Seth struggled to fight through the tangle of bodies. They created a pressure that smothered him. The darkness and pressure continued to close in around him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, the panic a thumping staccato in his chest.

Then pressure was gone. He carefully opened his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through a window in fuzzy beams of light. He sat at a small round table in what appeared to be a nondescript coffee shop. Disorientated, his heart still beat furiously with the panic from the last dream sequence. He sat on the edge of the chair, tense and edgy. A mote danced in the fuzzy sunbeam, catching his eyes. He watched it float around carelessly and his tension followed it.

A steaming white mug was gently placed down on the table before him by a faceless waitress in a white dress. He vaguely noticed her as something in the background he continued to watch motes dance up and down in the sunbeams. The calmness of the place seeped into his skin and his heartbeat slowed back to normal. He stared as the dust danced hypnotically upon currents of air. He could see the currents, swirling around like eddies in a stream. The deep, rich aroma of coffee surrounded him and he realized he had picked up the mug at some point. He found the warmth of it in his hands soothing.

“I can’t seem to escape from you, can I?” Anri’s voice broke through his reverie. Seth turned his head lazily away from the sunbeam and its playful motes back to the table. He found himself sitting directly across from Anri. He was wearing a deep red button-up long sleeve shirt and black slacks, his hair back in its trademark ponytail. He sat relaxed, one knee carelessly crossed over the other. Like Seth, he was staring out in the distance.

Anri looked over at him and sighed heavily. His mannerisms were so Anri that he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Anri gave him a questioning look. He picked up an identical steaming white cup and sipped at it. He sighed, half closing his eyes, enjoying the drink. “I didn’t think that you were supposed to be able to taste things in your dreams. Sort of like reading. Or, maybe it was just reading. You know, how you can’t read words in your dreams?” He shook his head as if clearing it of the thought. “Whatever, I don’t remember. It doesn’t matter anyway.” He shrugged and sipped again. “This coffee…is delightful.”

“Aren’t you breaking the fourth wall or something by saying you’re in a dream in my dream?” Seth asked him.

Anri looked at him skeptically. “You’re in my dream. So, if anyone broke the fourth wall, it was you. Anyway, it’s a moot point. This is my dream and I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, not even while I’m asleep.” Anri looked around, stared at a sunbeam for a moment, then continued, “What is it about you, I wonder? I can’t seem to escape. And…I don’t know if I want to. Not really. I won’t admit that, though. There is just something about you that I can’t seem to, that I don’t want to lose. I…you know, nevermind. It’s nothing.”

Seth scowled. This part of the dream seemed especially vivid compared to the rest of the dream. Almost real. Except for how honest Anri was being. That did not seem like Anri at all.

“What do you mean that I’m not honest?” Anri grumped as if in response to his inner monologue.

He jumped in his seat. The fuzziness he felt earlier was completely gone. He didn’t say that aloud, did he?

“Apparently I can hear all of your inner dialogue. It’s a dream, just go with it, you know?” Anri half shrugged, unfazed.

“Fine,” he said aloud. “You are being more honest than you are in real life. That’s how I know I’m dreaming.”

Anri laughed. “My dream, remember?” he corrected, smiling. “I can say whatever I want. I can do whatever I want. I can admit to the things I would never admit to otherwise here. Because it’s my dream. Mine.”

Seth laughed. “Sure, whatever. I still think that this is my dream, though.”

Anri smiled at that. “You’re difficult, even in dreams. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you. What sort of demon are you, to plague my dreams and days?”

“No demon,” he said. He picked up his cup of coffee and put it to his lips. The coffee was rich and dark. He breathed deeply, the steam bringing the aroma deep into his lungs. He took a sip and it was perfect.

“This is nice,” dream Anri said. “I wonder if we could be like this? Just, you know, this.” His hands went out to the sides, pulling in all of the surroundings.

“Hmm…” he said noncommittally. Anri stared at him, a curious look on his face. Anri lifted his cup to his lips again and drank another sip. Some of the foam coated his top lip and Anri licked it off, pulling his bottom lip over his top to clean the rest of the foam.

He caught himself staring at Anri’s mouth. His erection throbbed painfully, reminding him that he was still quite hard. The way the sunbeam highlighted Anri’s hair was hypnotic. Anri’s lips glistened, and those fangs were peeking out, resting softly on his bottom lip. Without meaning to, Seth licked his lips, his tongue rolling smoothly over his lip ring. He bit his lip ring, pulling it gently into his mouth and sucking briefly.

Anri was saying something he didn’t catch. He stopped abruptly, his eyes transfixed on Seth’s mouth. “How…” he struggled, “how do you do that? With a small movement you’ve thrown me off balance. No woman I’ve ever been with has ever been as fucking sexy as you are to me. As you are right now. Fuck.” Anri ran his hands over his head, messing up his smooth hair.

“What are you talking about? It’s you. You are so goddamn sexy. I want to…I can’t believe I’m saying this. It’s a dream, so whatever. I want to feel those fangs on my skin. I want to…I’ve never even really liked vampire stuff. Like movies or books or anything. I don’t even think you are a vampire, really. But… this is such a weird dream. I want you, Anri the bartender. You are more than sexy and I want…I want to fuck you. I want you so bad,” he heard himself say huskily. He was so horny. “I want you, Anri.” His dick bobbed in agreement, an agonizing pressure against his jeans.

“You want…me?” Anri asked confused. Seth couldn’t quite read the look on his face.

“Whatever,” he said dismissively, shaking his head as if to clear it. “This dream is obviously me just working through my attraction to you. I mean, I knew I wasn’t a straight 0 on the Kinsey scale, but it’s still surprising that you hit my buttons more than any girl I’ve ever been with.” Seth scratched his head. “I don’t know what turning you into a vampire represents, though. I’ve never been into the Dracula or Twilight stuff. Your fangs on my skin, though, is strangely erotic…I’d like to do that again.”

“My…fangs?” Anri asked, lowering his head. His eyes were hooded. “You want my fangs…only on your skin? I want to bury my fangs deep into your skin.” Anri smiled in a way that showed off his pearly white pair of extended canines. Suddenly, a look of confusion crossed his face. “Wait, you don’t think I’m a vampire?”

“Vampires aren’t real.” Seth dismissed easily, sipping at his rich coffee.

Anri laughed. “You don’t know anything, Seth. Not really. It’s kind of endearing. Refreshing?” Anri shrugged. “I am a vampire. And you are in danger. Because…I want to put my fangs on you. And in you. I want to taste you again. Your taste, so elusive, so goddamn sexy.” Anri’s voice was full of lust.

“You…you’re a dream. So you are a vampire, but real Anri…he’s just a person,” he felt the need to explain, even though this was a dream.

“Are you trying to convince yourself or me, I wonder?” Anri asked. “Real me, dream me, we are what we are. You said something about my fangs…” he lead.

“They are sexy.” Seth licked his lips again. “I…want to feel them. Can I feel them?” He reached his hand across the table tentatively towards Anri.

Anri pulled away from his reach. “Do you know what you are saying? What you’re asking? You want to feel them? I want to drive them into your neck, bury them in your veins and taste you on my lips. The need to taste you again is overwhelming. Your taste is driving me mad.”

He continued to lean forward, trying to reach Anri. “Still, I want it.”

Anri struggled, obviously conflicted. “Fuck it. This is a dream. I can taste you in my dream.” He reached across the table but the world faded to black before his hands touched Seth.

Blackness all around. Seth was standing alone surrounded by nothing but darkness. Though he could see nothing, he could feel the cool air around his body. He knew he was naked again. He shivered a little. At first, nothing happened.

Two red eyes lit up in front of him. “Anri?” he asked into the dark.

“Seth…” Anri answered. His voice echoed around Seth, everywhere and nowhere. He felt it reverberate inside of him. He often questioned whether or not people had a soul, and now he knew. The way Anri said his name, it pulled on something inside of him that he knew was his soul.

“Where are you?” he asked, even though he knew the red eyes belonged to Anri.

“Right here, Seth. Here with you,” Anri answered from the darkness. His voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“What are you?” he said, looking around him, seeing only blackness.

“You know. You know what I am. Do you know what you are? Somehow, somehow, Seth, I don’t think you do. Do you want to know? Would you give yourself to me?” Anri’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.

“I…yes. I think…I want you. I want to be with you, Anri. Tell me,” he begged. The pressure in his cock was unbearable. “I…I think we…please. Anri, tell me. Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel so strongly for you? I don’t even know you. But, goddamn, I want you so bad. So bad it hurts.” His manhood throbbed in confirmation.

“Mine. You’re mine,” Anri answered. The two red eyes moved closer, then down. He could feel Anri’s body heat as Anri kneeled before him. “Mine…” he muttered again. “My Seth.”

His words felt so right that he didn’t know what else to say, so he said nothing at all.

Anri’s hands were warm beacons on his hips. Instinctively, he put his hands forward and found Anri’s head. Anri’s hair was free from its tight ponytail. Seth found himself entwining it around his fingers. It felt as good as he thought it would, luxurious and silky smooth. He leaned down and buried his face in Anri’s hair, breathing deep. It smelled of honey and strawberries and something else, something sort of musky yet fresh but otherwise indescribable. He took a deep breath of it, the smell and feel of Anri’s hair soothing him, washing over his senses. It felt like silk on his face.

Anri’s hands pressed harder, pulling him forward by his hips. Anri’s hand pushed him back until he stood straighten up, his hand still threaded in Anri’s hair. He stared into Anri’s glowing hypnotic red eyes.

Anri looked away first, and Seth took a breath. He hadn’t realized he had been holding it the whole time. He leaned back into Anri’s hands on his hips, subconsciously relaxing into it. Anri’s hands were cool yet hot on his skin and the warmth traveled throughout his body. Anri pulled him forward and Seth buried his fingers deeper in his hair.

“Are you mine, Seth? Tell me. Say it aloud. I need to hear you say it,” Anri’s voice was pure sex in the dark, smooth and thick like honey. “May I have you? Do you offer yourself to me?”

“Oh, Anri. Please, hurry. I want you,” he begged Anri, tightening his grip in Anri’s hair, trying to pull him forward, desperate for Anri’s touch.

“Say it, Seth. Offer yourself to me,” Anri purred in the darkness, his breath hot on Seth’s dick.

“I offer myself to you. I’m yours, Anri, please. Anything. Oh, god….” he moaned as Anri’s mouth slid over his engorged manhood. He almost came at the sensation but Anri’s fangs slid down the sides, tempering the pleasurable threat of pain.

“Not yet, my Seth.” Anri said throatily, even with his mouth still around the base of Seth’s cock. Seth moaned and leaned forward, wrapping his torso around Anri’s head.

Anri slowly pulled back, centimeters at a time, dragging his fangs over the sensitive skin. He could feel the cold air as Anri pulled away, releasing his burning, aching cock from the warmth of his mouth. Seth let out a cry of frustration and his grip tightened in Anri’s hair. Another shiver went up his spine.

“You offered yourself to me, Seth. All of you. I’ll take what’s mine now,” Anri whispered in the darkness. It was completely silent except for the sound of their breathing. Anri’s humid breath teased his aching dick. The skin where Anri’s fangs had scraped on the sides of his manhood stung slightly.

And then…Anri’s fang was a sharp, cold point just behind his frenulum. It punctured like a needle and his back arched at the pain, pushing his head back violently. The fang withdrew as fast as it pierced, leaving behind a strangely tingly sensation.

Anri’s mouth was velvet around the head of Seth’s cock. All it took was the pressure of Anri’s sucking to push him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head as his ejaculation overwhelmed him. The pressure of Anri’s swallows were somehow timed perfectly to each pulse of his throbbing cock and he continued to suck well after the last pulsations. He swore he could hear Anri purring. The orgasm made him feel as if he could purr, too. He drifted contentedly in the darkness, Anri’s mouth still wrapped around him with comfortable suction.

He could feel his fingers still twined in Anri’s hair and Anri’s mouth still on his manhood as he slowly came awake. His head was fuzzy. A shiver ran through his as he realized that he was naked and uncovered. He normally slept naked, but at some point in his sleep he had lost all of his blankets to the floor. His hand wandered down to his belly and he found it was wet and sticky with cooling ejaculate.

His heartbeat still pounded in his chest. The dream had seemed so real, as if Anri had actually been there with him. He could still smell faint traces from Anri’s hair, strawberries and musk. His hands went to his now soft penis. It tingled pleasantly but there were no puncture marks. He couldn’t tell if it was sticky with just seman or if there was any blood as well. His whole body was covered in a sheen of cooling sweat, and he shivered again. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet dream, and he knew he had never had wet dream as hot and realistic as that.

He also had never had that kind of dream about another man.

He lay in bed for another moment as he tried to separate reality from dream. Anri would never be that boldly honest in real life. And…well, he didn’t think Anri was gay, either. And weird finger sucking incident aside, Anri certainly wasn’t a vampire. Because vampires were not real.

The attraction was unusual, but…he found he didn’t care. He just wanted Anri. Not that it made much sense, but it didn’t have to, he supposed. It just was how he felt.

He considered for a moment other guys he knew, trying to imagine them in the same position as dream Anri. He couldn’t. Same with women, all of the ones he had shared a bed with outside of his dreams…Anri replaced them all.

He rolled out of bed and padded over to the bathroom conveniently attached to his bedroom. He needed a shower after that dream. He turned on the water and let it warm up, then stepped under the stream of hot water, closing his eyes in the comforting warmth.

He knew that he should find it weird that the most erotic dream he had ever had featured him getting a blowjob from a man. No matter how he thought about it, though, it just felt right. It didn’t matter that Anri was a man. Seth longed to reenact the dream with the genuine article. The thought of Anri on his knees before him…oh god, it was so hot it made his cock twitch with anticipation.

It also didn’t seem to bother him, apparently, that Anri was a vampire in his dream. He couldn’t be a real vampire, though the dream felt so real, so convincing. But, Anri had fangs in the dream. Seth knew he didn’t have them in real life. That definitely made it just a dream, a fantasy in his head. He didn’t know why, but maybe he had some deep seated kink for vampire play. When Anri had bitten him, his bite had short circuited Seth’s brain, pushing him over the edge. He had wanted Anri to do it. Hell, he had practically begged him to do it.

My Seth… Anri had said. It had felt so…right, deep down. He wanted to actually hear Anri speak his name in the same way he did in his dreams, reverent and needy. Possessively.

He thought about the time in the bar that had replayed in his dream, when Anri had sucked the blood from his finger. Recalling the feeling of Anri’s tongue on his finger sent another wave of arousal through his body. Secrets in the night, things he could never say to the real Anri. He wondered if there may be more reality to this dream than made logical sense. He knew that all of this would seem silly in the morning, but he wondered if maybe Anri really was a vampire.

He laughed at himself even as he touched himself, thinking of Anri’s fangs on his dick. What if he was? Too many what ifs for any of it to be real.

Sleepiness hit him like a hammer as he relaxed under the hot stream of water. He turned it off, ready to go back to bed. He couldn’t wait to go see Anri tomorrow. Could he ask him if he was a vampire? He wanted to, as absurd as that seemed, but he had to ask. He had to know. Now…he just had to figure out how. Even if Anri thought he was crazy. He had to ask him. Maybe he could play it off as a joke.

He dried off and practically fell back into bed. He had no more dreams that night which he could remember when he woke.

He still remembered the dream when he woke in the morning. In the light of the day, it seemed a little silly. It was still hot, though. Seth wondered idly if he really did have a vampire kink. He laughed it off, but…he still felt compelled to see Anri, to ask him. He wanted to see if he felt the same attraction to him while wide awake, the same desire he felt for him now. Even though he knew that the likelihood of Anri returning his desire was next to nothing, he had to verify it.

Chapter 5: The Setup

Chapter 7: Accidents Will Happen part 1