It’s the Saturday before Halloween and twenty-two year old Louisiana native, Anders Anderson is thrilled to be in New York City at a costume party in a gay night club. Having gone into debt to hobnob with the A-List crowd, hoping to be ‘discovered’, Anders dons his fake fangs and black v-neck Versace top and mingles with the elite. What he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with a real vampire, Daniel Wolf. After a crazy night at the club which both terrifies Anders and thrills him, Anders reconsiders his options and makes a very wise decision. Maybe his dad was right and New York was slightly overwhelming for a small town boy.
He nearly toppled over as he tried to set his empty glass down on the bar behind him. He was wasted. Once he spun back around, he fell against Daniel, landing on his chest.
Daniel set the glass he was holding on a nearby table, and held Anders by his upper arms, opening his lips, showing his formidable teeth.
“Wow.” Anders stared at them, touching his own in his mouth with his tongue. By comparison, his were tiny and the tips weren’t as sharp as Daniel’s appeared to be. “Where did you get them?”
“Your fangs.” Anders rested his weight against Daniel, mostly because he wanted to and also because he had to. He was very drunk, more so than he had been in ages.
Anders laughed. “Yes! These!” Anders showed his off. “I paid a lot for these. You know, caps, not those shitty plastic ones.”
Daniel stared at Anders mouth, then licked his lips.
“You make me crazy.” Anders cock was thick in his trousers and throbbing, making his pants damp.
Daniel drew Anders closer to his mouth. Anders groaned and closed his eyes. As their lips met, Anders went limp against him and a rainbow of color seemed to move across his mind’s eye. Daniel’s tongue was aggressive, pushing inside Anders’ mouth, as if hunting for treasure.
When Anders tasted something metallic, but strangely enticing, he swallowed. It was then he realized it was blood.
With his eyes sealed shut, Anders concentrated on what Daniel was doing inside his mouth. It seemed to Anders that Daniel was using the tips of Anders’ fangs, or his own, to cut his tongue, just enough to give Anders a taste. It made no sense, but Anders knew each person had their own fetish. Maybe Daniel’s was to pretend he was a real bloodsucker.