He must have nodded off for a bit. Anri’s hand was gently pushing on his shoulder, and Seth realized foggily that his head was down on his arm on the bar. He shouldn’t have been surprised that he fell asleep, having slept poorly the night before and spending the rest of the day working for Lance and pacing about his house.
“Seth?” Anri asked gently. Seth lifted his head off the bar, wiping his eyes as he tried to focus.
“Oh man, I’m sorry Anri. I didn’t sleep well last night. I had this dream…” He trailed off, looking around. The rest of the bar was empty, it was just Anri and Seth left. “Are you closed? Where’s Red? I’m sorry, I should have left already, huh?” he said quickly, grabbing for his stuff.
“It’s okay. Seth, calm down. Ginger…did you call her Red? That’s funny. Ginger left already. Take your time. I’m just about ready to go, so I’ll walk out with you. It’s pretty late. I just need a minute,” Anri said, turning his back to Seth.
“I’m not drunk or anything, Anri.”
“I know. You looked tired when you came in. I was going to wake you but…you looked like you needed the rest. I still have no idea how you can study, or sleep, in a bar. Give me just a minute.”
Seth put his stuff away and pulled on his coat and backpack. He grabbed his keys out of his coat pocket while he waited for Anri to finish up.
Anri looked back at him and said, “Hey, I’m just going to go back and get my coat. Hang tight for a minute.” He walked around to a small, inconspicuous door and slipped inside.
Seth began sleepily messing with the keys while he waited. He had a small pocket knife on his keychain, a red one, and he opened and closed it. Flicked it open, flicked it closed. Open, closed. Open. He thought of his dream, and his feeling of absolute surety he had last night that Anri was a vampire. Still half asleep, it didn’t seem as farfetched as it had earlier today. He could just test it out, right? It was just Anri and him. He could just cut himself and see how Anri responded.
The absurdity of the thought shocked Seth back to his senses, realizing how crazy he was being. Stalker much, right? Embarrassed, he put the small red keychain in his hand, pressing down to close it in the palm of his right hand.
“Ready?” Anri asked close to Seth’s ear. Startled and feeling guilty, he jumped, reflexively clenching his hands down tight. The knife twisted inside his hand and, instead of closing, pierced his palm. Pain flared and he winced, trying not to be obvious about the dumb thing he just did. He opened his hand but the knife was lodged in the flesh of his palm. Before he could pull it out Anri was standing directly in front of him.
“Shit…” Seth muttered under his breath. He turned away from Anri, trying to be subtle as he quickly removed the blade from his palm. He failed. Anri watched him as he carefully shut the knife, slipping it in his coat pocket with his other hand. He balled his cut palm into a tight fist, hoping it would stop the bleeding from being too bad. His hand throbbed as the slick warmth of his blood seeped between his fingers.
Feeling like a complete tool, he considered how best to hide his hand from Anri. God he was so dumb, playing with his knife like a kid. His stupid dreams of Anri as a vampire, making him act so childish. His hand throbbed again and he was pretty sure he cut it bad enough that he wasn’t going to be able to fix it with just a band-aid or two. Maybe a whole box…
Anri sucked in a deep breath, then grabbed the back of the nearest bar stool as if bracing himself. “Seth…” He moaned, his voice tight, “what…what did you do?!”
Seth turned back to him, suavely hiding his hand behind his back. “Nothing, nothing. Sorry, let’s go,” he said, trying his best to be convincing. Anri firmly gripped the back of the bar stool, breathing heavily.
“Seth, you need to, shit, you cut yourself, didn’t you? Shit. You’re bleeding.” He took a deep breath, his eyes rolling back in his head. A heartbeat later Anri shook his head as if to clear it. “A lot. I…let me…you…you need to go to the med center.” Anri growled, his voice sounding strained. He was upset. Had Anri seen him cut himself? How did he know he was bleeding?
“Anri, it’s fine. I’m just, I was just clumsy. It’s fine. I’m fine. Seriously. Come on, let’s go,” he insisted, waving his good hand towards the door. He clenched his bleeding hand tight, pretending the blood wasn’t dripping through his fingers.
Anri moved fast, just like when his finger was cut. Before he could react, Anri grabbed his arm and pulled his bleeding hand into his own. Anri’s other hand easily pried open his clenched fist, exposing the incision on his blood-slicked palm.
Damn, he had really cut himself deep. He could see his blood pump out in time with his pulse, his whole hand coated in shiny, sticky red blood. A drop fell from between his fingers and splashed to the floor in slow motion. Shame colored his face. He felt incredibly stupid for even thinking about cutting himself. Why was he so dumb?!
He could feel the tension in Anri’s hands as they held his own, exposing the wound. He breathed heavily as he brought Seth’s hand closer to his face. Seth tore his vision from his bloody, throbbing hand to glance at Anri.
He couldn’t read the look Anri wore, as he got caught in Anri’s eyes instead. They were a deep, ruby red, so bright they almost glowed. His eyes were hypnotic, incredibly and surreally beautiful. Those eyes became hooded as he gently pulled Seth’s hand closer to his face. Seth watched in disbelief as Anri’s tongue snaked out and slowly licked the blood pooling in his palm. He shuddered as Anri’s tongue moved across his skin, a feather light touch in his palm. Anri moaned. The scene was exactly like something out of his dream, erotic, sending blood straight to his loins. He swayed, then braced himself on a nearby bar stool as he was overwhelmed by the situation.
Anri closed his mouth and swallowed sensually, exposing his pale throat to Seth. His eyelids drooped until they were completely closed, but Seth’s were locked on Anri’s mouth. The feeling of Anri’s tongue was replaced with a breeze of breath over Seth’s palm. Anri licked his lips, smearing Seth’s blood along the pale swell.
They both stood frozen as the moment stretched out for years. Seth was stock still, waiting for something, anything. He wanted…he had no idea what he wanted, not really, other than that he wanted Anri. Another moan escaped from his throat, and Anri moved again, dropping his face fully into Seth’s hand.
Anri’s lips brushed against his palm, his tongue slowly passing from its base to the incision. HIs mouth locked over the cut and sucked at it, a deep growl in his throat. Seth watched, transfixed.
Seth suddenly grunted, reflexively pulling his hand back at a sharp pain in his palm, but Anri’s grip was steel. There was a grazing of teeth and then a needle-like piercing. Finally, the pain floated away to be replaced with a pleasant, foggy sensation.
His head clouded as Anri’s tongue rasped over the wound and up to the tip of his pointer finger. He slid Seth’s finger into his mouth and sucked it. The action was languid, sending another pulse of blood to his manhood. God, Anri’s mouth felt so good. Anri pulled Seth’s finger out of his mouth slowly, as if savoring the flavor. His eyes were still closed and Seth’s blood was coating his lips.
Vampire. In that moment, he knew it was true. This man, this creature, was lost to the pleasure of Seth’s blood on his tongue. Anri moved back down his hand, beginning again from the base of his palm. His head moved back and forth as his pace quickened and need took over. His tongue lapped from palm to fingertip, over and over again. Seth watched transfixed as Anri sucked and savored his blood.
Anri’s movements were erotic, beautiful and hypnotic. Seth closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensations, enjoying this more than he probably should have. His legs felt weak, then he swayed as the strength in his legs gave out.
Anri dropped to the floor, gently pulling Seth with him, both of them falling to their knees, face to face, although Anri’s still had Seth’s palm pressed to his mouth. Each caress of his tongue sent waves of pleasure and tranquility coursing through Seth’s veins. His gave into the sensations, his whole body relaxing. Anri moved his focus to his fingertips, starting at the base of each finger and slowly licking each one to the tip. He pulled the tip of the thumb into his mouth, sucking it slowly. When Seth’s whole thumb was in his mouth he wrapped his tongue around it. Seth’s cock jumped, desire swelling all the way up to his chest. Anri provided the same treatment to each finger until they were all clean.
Seth groaned, opening his eyes. Anri was so goddamn sexy, his eyes closed to his own ecstasy. His blond hair, pulled back tightly, shined red with the bar lighting. His face as he was lost to pleasure was so handsome, and erotic. Seeing his own blood staining Anri’s lips flicked some weird switch Seth never knew he had. He wanted Anri like he had never wanted anything. He wanted more. He was in love.
A look of pure bliss covered Anri’s face as he began licking ticklish circles around Seth’s palm. He gripped Seth’s wrist with one hand, and threaded their fingers together from behind with his other. The pressure exposed Seth’s palm fully and tight, but Seth didn’t pull away. Instead, he readjusted to Anri’s new position, scooting forward until their knees were almost touching. Anri pulled Seth’s twined fingers back even farther, exposing the puncture. Seth felt his hand throb and the cut tear wider as his palm was stretched.
Agonizingly slow, Anri’s mouth spiraled inward until he reached the wound, which now oozed more than bled. Seth wilted, leaning heavily against the bar stool as he allowed the sensations of Anri’s mouth to wash through him pleasantly. He felt high, his head hazy. On top of everything else, he felt so at peace, so perfectly calm, that he knew this was okay. He was with Anri, and it was good. It was better than good. It was amazing.
Anri moved his tongue almost cat like, probing the cut in quick little darts. Each tiny probe sent a line of pleasure through his body, causing his manhood to stiffen more, tightening uncomfortably against his jeans. He leaned closer to Anri, swooning forward, somehow catching himself just before his head landed in Anri’s lap. The world narrowed down to the complex sensations Anri was giving him. His body was jelly as he slowly pulled himself closer to Anri, curling up in his lap. He needed to be close to Anri, needed to feel him.
Anri stopped biting the wound. He licked one last time, then placed Seth’s hand against his cheek and sighed contentedly. They sat there like that, and for one perfect moment time stopped. His body was wrapped around Anri’s legs. At some point his head came to rest in Anri’s lap, though he couldn’t recall when. His hand nestled against Anri’s cheek and felt so right that nothing else mattered.
Anri’s breathing returned to normal and the fogginess in Seth’s head began to clear. His erection persisted, aching and straining against the unrelenting fabric of his jeans, demanding and uncomfortable. Seth shifted slightly trying not to ruin the moment, but needing to relieve the pressure. The movement startled Anri and he immediately regretted it, even as it relieved some of the mild discomfort in his jeans. Anri’s eyes shot open and he jumped back as if burned, a panicked look on his face. Seth noticed Anri’s eyes were still red gems as he fell forward off Anri’s lap, his head dropping abruptly to the floor.
“Oww….Anri?” Seth rubbed his head, then tried to sit up.
“Seth, oh, shit, Seth, oh shit-shit-shit,” Anri continued to panic, standing up quickly and wiping his hands on his pants. “Fuck. Seth, I-”
“Anri, calm down,” he demanded smoothly. His legs weren’t fully under his control yet, and he steadied himself on a nearby bar stool. He took a step towards Anri, who backed away from him like a skittish dog, tail between his legs. Seth looked at his hand, clean and whole again, the cut completely gone. Just like with his finger the other night.
It was no longer fantasy. Anri was a vampire, as impossible as that seemed. Anri backed away another step, his winsome face full of shame and regret and something else that Seth couldn’t place. “Oh, Seth…” He moaned sadly.
Seth knew if he wasn’t careful that Anri would bolt or shut down completely, and he wanted neither of those things to happen. He slowly sat down in the bar stool, movements deliberate, as if Anri were a wild animal. Anri took a step back, and then another. Eventually his back hit the wall and he placed his hands flat against it. He was a woodland creature, trapped and cornered. The panic and worry on his face, it broke Seth’s heart.
“Anri. Calm down. It’s okay. I’m okay, everything is fine,” he said soothingly.
“No, Seth, no it’s not. I told myself I wouldn’t…goddamn it Seth. It wasn’t…fuck, it wasn’t supposed to be this way. I can’t. I can’t fucking do this to you. This is bad. Shit.” He dropped his head in his hands, raking his fingers over his hair. They tangled into his tight ponytail, and when he pulled his hands out, stray hairs haloed his head.
Seth was peacefully calm. A small voice in the back of his head told him he should be panicking, probably worse than Anri, but he felt in control. Everything was okay. He smiled as he said, “Anri, you should sit down. Take some deep breaths or something, and try to calm down. Everything. Is. Okay. I promise.”
“You don’t understand!” Anri whined. “I’ve ruined everything. This is all my fault. Fuck. I have to call Simone. She’ll know what to do.” Anri slid down the wall until he was sitting down, hiding behind his knees. He wrapped his arms around his legs and put his face down into them.
Seth pushed himself up and carefully walked over to Anri. Gently, he placed his hand on the top of Anri’s head, the intimacy of his contact sending butterflies into his stomach. Anri lifted his head and Seth knelt down before him, sliding his hand to the side of Anri’s face. He tried to push his hand away but Seth grabbed Anri’s wrist with his other hand.
“No, Seth, get away from me,” Anri whined piteously, though he didn’t fight Seth’s grasp on his wrist. “Why don’t you understand? I’m not a good person. I’m a…I’m a monster, Seth. You should get away from me while you can. It’s too dangerous. For both of us. Please, leave now. Please.”
Seth cupped Anri’s cheek. Unconsciously, Anri leaned into his hand, at least until he realized it. Anri pulled away, resting his head down on his knees again.
“You aren’t a monster, Anri. You are a kind and sensitive person. I think you just happen to also be a vampire.” Anri tensed under his touch, and he quickly placed his other hand firmly on his shoulder, neatly pinning him to the wall.
“Tell me, Anri. Tell me the truth. It’s okay. I’m okay with it, strangely enough. I’m cool. I think…I think I knew already. Before tonight. I came here, I wanted to ask you. Then I felt dumb for thinking it. But…I still tested you. I didn’t mean to, not like that,” he explained softly, part of him wondering why he was so calm. He had no explanation other than that Anri was a vampire, and that was how it should be. Everything was different, everything was messed up, but also everything was alright. He couldn’t explain what that meant, or why he felt that way, but in a very surreal way he knew everything was as it was supposed to be.
Anri obviously did not share his views. “Seth, please, just go. Go home. Don’t come back. I can’t stop myself with you. I try, but I can’t fucking resist the call of your blood. Please, before I do something even fucking worse to you. Don’t come back,” Anri begged from his knees, “I need to call Simone. I need you to leave.”
“No, Anri. You can’t hide from me, not now. Tell me the truth,” Seth commanded gently yet sternly.
A tense moment went by and then he felt Anri’s shoulders relax almost imperceptibly as he relented. “I’m… yeah, I’m vampire. I… ah… god this is so fucking embarrassing. You are… you’re a… shit. I can’t do this now. I need to… I need some time, Seth. I need to sort some things out. Please. Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Please, just leave. I’ll meet you after work tomorrow. I promise. I can’t do this now. Please…”
He watched Anri, his heart hurting, unable to sooth this vampire’s pain. Anri looked so vulnerable, curled up in a ball against the wall. Seth wrapped his arms around Anri and pulled him into a hug. He felt Anri’s entire body go rigid and pulled back immediately.
“Sorry. Okay, okay. I’ll come back tomorrow. You better not run away from me. I have Simone’s business card now, and I’ll come every day until you and I talk. You at least owe me an explanation,” Seth said, knowing he was pushing his luck. He couldn’t risk losing Anri now, not now.
He pulled Anri’s face up from his knees, looking deeply into Anri’s eyes. They had returned to their original green-grey color. He looked so fragile and broken. Seth wanted to hug him again, but held himself back. Instead he stood up, wiping dust his pants.
“Anri, are you going to be okay?” Seth asked with genuine concern.
Anri didn’t answer for a moment, rummaging through his pants until he pulled out his cellphone. “I’m going to call Simone. She will help me home. I’m… I just need some time Seth. I promise. I’ll see you tomorrow. Please, please just go…” Anri begged.
Seth hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. He couldn’t help himself as he looked back at Anri. He was still sitting against the wall, typing a text into his phone, one arm still wrapped around his knees. Seth sighed, torn between wanting to return to Anri’s side and wanting to give Anri space that he seemed to want. Finally, he turned and left, confused and frustrated.
Dreadfully Erotic 