Twilight

The next evening, after school and a little warm up, it was nearly game-time and the team was just relaxing a bit. James saw Steve standing alone and walked over to him. 'Hey, Steve! What's up?'

'Same old, same old.... What about you?'

'Wow! I'm kind of seeing somebody, but it's complicated, and my dad walked out last night after he had a big fight with me, then my mom....'

'Sorry, dude,' he said, with a soft look. Steve was almost 6' tall, but he was built more like a swimmer than a footballer. But he was a kicker.... He was also classically handsome, with sharp features and bright blue eyes, beneath wavy brown hair.

'Yeah, it sucks.... Listen, a friend of mine was asking me about you the other day. You going out with anybody....'

The boy shrugged. 'Nahhh.... Not really interested these days....

Too much trouble if you ask me....'

'Come to think of it, I don't recall you ever dating....' Steve shifted on his feet, looking decidedly uncomfortable. He was clearly trying to think up a response, and that confirmed it for James. 'Steve, don't take this the wrong way.... I don't know if it will make any difference, but.... My friend is a guy....'

Steve's eyes nearly bugged out. 'YOU have gay friends?'

'Sure.... And I mean, he's not out or anything.... and he's not into sports or anything, he's kinda bookish, but he's cute....'

'Cute,' Steve asked. 'You mean, cute, or you mean 'he'd be cute to guys like you'?' James smiled and shrugged. 'I knew it! I fuckin' knew it!'

'So, are you interested?'

'It isn't you?'

'No, I really am kinda seeing somebody....'

'Too bad! But yeah, I'm interested....'

'You know Christopher Price?'

'Lively's puppy dog? Yeah, sure....' James gave him a wide-eyed, 'well, it's him' look. 'Ohhh.... He IS cute.... Nice ass....'

'Steve! I'll tell him we talked and you're interested. Take it easy, though.... Be nice to him.... He's shy, but he's got a lot going on....'

Steve got a little lost in thought, but he was smiling, 'I'm always nice.... Chris? Hmmm....' James smacked him on the arm.

'Good luck, then, buddy....'

Soon, the team lined up to run out onto the field in the midst of the cheerleaders' show to a cheering home crowd. As the crowd was getting whipped up, James looked up into the stands. By the edge of the bleachers, he saw a familiar man standing at attention -- Richard. His eyes flashed back to the bleachers where he soon caught sight of the boy in his black pants and white shirt, wearing a light black coat. He was a sight to behold in the midst of the crowd, a dark, graceful figure.

James smiled to himself, and he knew Sebastian could see the smile was for him. He waved and Sebastian winked. Following James' gaze, Maureen spotted Sebastian and moved over next to the boy.

'Hi, Sebastian,' she said.

'Mrs. Barton,' he said with a smile, pulling his eyes away from the boy.

'Never liked the game myself,' she said. 'But you have to admit, there's something about the uniform....'

'Pardon me,' he asked with a laugh.

'Don't you think my son looks ... handsome in his uniform?'

'I ... well, uhm....'

Maureen laughed. 'I'm sorry.... That was cruel.... James and I talked a little last night.... I asked him about you, but he told me its 'complicated'....'

Sebastian smiled and nodded. 'Apparently, he wasn't wrong.... I notice your husband isn't here....' Maureen shrugged. 'I'm sorry.... I feel I'm to blame.... I kept asking James why he felt like he had to hide, and he was so afraid of disappointing his father....'

'Like I told him, he was going to disappoint his father no matter what....' Sebastian nodded.

The game began and drew their attention. Sebastian had to admit to himself, there was something extraordinarily ... sexy about the big teen boys crashing into one another, particularly since James was one of them.

The air was full of testosterone and adrenaline, which were like drugs to him, so that helped too, though it made him feel very ... excited, hungry....

Suddenly, his senses were heightened by an extraordinary malignance.

'Maureen,' he said softly, 'Phil is here,' nodding toward the end of the field.

'God, he's drunk,' she murmured, and moved to intercept him. In front of the crowd, however, he shoved his way past her, though few people noticed as James was making a touchdown at that moment. As he returned to the sidelines, however, he saw his father and rushed to the fence.

'Mom, are you okay?'

'Yeah, honey, don't worry....'

'What's he doing here?'

'I don't know, but he's drunk....' They looked over to see Phil sitting with his friends pointing their way, the other men looking shocked.

'Fuck! He's telling them.... He's outing me at a fucking football game....' It was at that point he noticed Sebastian stand and walk over to the men. Maureen began to speak, but James murmured, 'Please don't hurt him....'

'Your father's drunk, but he'd....'

'I'm talking about Sebastian....'

'Mr. Barton,' Sebastian said coldly. 'You're drunk....'

'This is the one,' Phil said with a laugh. 'Can you believe, this kid?

I mean look at him -- he's close enough to a girl, why couldn't the boy be straight?'

'You are a pathetic son of a bitch,' Sebastian said. 'Any real man would be glad to have a son like you.... But not you.... What is it? Are you jealous?' Sebastian forced his way into the man's mind with a powerful push that left the already drunk Phil in a positive spiral. 'You're worried people will think he got it from you? That all your years of hiding were for nothing,' Sebastian said with a laugh.

Phil clumsily stood to strike out at Sebastian, but the boy grabbed his hand and applied a vice-like grip to the soft flesh between the thumb and forefinger, dropping Phil to his knees. But still Sebastian held his hand straight up in the air. Leaning down, he whispered, 'You stay away from James, do you understand?' Pausing, his eyes became as black as they'd ever gotten to accentuate his point. 'Do you understand me, Phil?' The man nodded in abject terror. 'Because, Phil, I will kill you in a way so cruel.... It boggles the mind, Phil....' Standing up, he released the man's arm and brushed his hands on his pants. 'Gentlemen,' Sebastian said, returning to his seat. Phil stumbled his way out of the bleachers and toward the exit, never taking his eyes off of Sebastian. But as he passed James and Maureen, he pointed at the boy and yelled, 'Fucking faggot!'

James' face reddened and he turned to see some of his teammates had been close enough to hear. The whispers spread along the line as quickly as they spread through the bleachers, and as James returned to the sideline, a few of the guys smirked at him and shook their heads dismissively.

On the field, some of the guys didn't get his back and he started to get sacked more. As the offensive line returned to the sideline again, the coach was yelling at the team, and one of the guys said, 'I'm not blocking for some faggy quarterback....'

At that point, Peter Lively clocked the guy in the face. A few guys started toward Peter, but Steve shoved one of the guys and stood next to Pete. 'Who all feels like they can't play with James,' the coach yelled.

The three guys facing off with Pete and Steve, as well as the guy holding his face, along with a few other guys raised their hand. The coach looked at James, Pete and Steve and said 'Fuck!' Looking back at the other guys, he called a timeout. 'You guys,' he said, pointing to the guys who raised their hand, 'are all suspended.... Get off the field.... Simmons!

Albert! Rodriguez! You guys are first string now!'

Looking pissed, the other guys jogged to the field house, some very angry looking parents hot on their tails. The three guys who would play their positions, however, looked ecstatic. 'Sorry it happened like this,'

Simmons said with a grin, 'but I've been wanting more playtime,' smacking James on the back. James smiled and shook his hand. By the time the offense was back on the field, the other team had found out about James, somehow, and they really targeted him for some hard tackles. Finally, the ref actually made an unnecessary roughness call against one particular player. But a few plays later, Rodriguez took the opportunity to take the kid out of the game with an incredible take-down. After the game, the coach had some nice words for how the team had stepped up, and how he wouldn't tolerate any unsportsmanlike behavior. They had been a team before and they would remain a team now, and anyone who couldn't get used to it could consider themselves cut. As they all got dressed to go, most of the guys did, however, keep their distance. Rodriguez and Simmons came by to shake his hand on the way out, but Pete changed next to him.

'I never would have guessed, man....'

'I didn't want anybody to....'

'Well, we're good, you know that.... I got your back....'

'Thanks man....'

'By the way, Steve, that was very cool.... That guy was two of you!

He could have killed you!'

Steve laughed, 'Gotta stand by my boys!'

A few of the guys who were still a little uncomfortable did wave bye to him as they left. 'They'll come around,' Pete said. James nodded. 'You guys want to go to my place and play some Wii?'

'I think someone might be waiting for me, but you should DEFINITELY go, Steve.... Say hi to Chris for me,' he said with a smile.

'How come you came around on him,' Pete asked, oblivious.

'He's a good guy,' was all James said.

'So, who's waiting on you,' Steve said with a glimmer in his eye.

'I'm guessing it's the guy who showed your dad who's the man,' Pete asked, surprising them both with his observation. 'What? That guy was seriously pissed off, so I'm guessing he likes you....'

'Well ... you're right.... See you later, guys....' James walked out of the field house in his team sweatpants and a t-shirt, the cool air whipping at him. He looked around and most everyone was gone, but he saw the black car in the lot. His eyes were drawn to a rock wall near the gate, and Sebastian was perched on top.

As he drew near, Sebastian said, 'I'm sorry.... I know you weren't ready for all this....'

'Well, it wasn't so bad.... I've still got some friends, and I don't have to hide anymore....'

'Just watch your back.... Nice game, by the way.... Watching you play with those boys was a little exciting....'

James smiled at Sebastian and did his best Austin Powers, 'Did it make you horny?'

Sebastian laughed and hopped down, about the time that Steve walked by.

He stopped and said, 'Hey, I'm Steve!' He held out a hand to Sebastian, who shook it.

'Sebastian.... Nice to meet you!'

Turning to James, Steve raised his eyebrows appreciatively. 'Well, off to play Wii.... Chris is coming a little later....'

'You should ... offer him a ride him after.... Take the chance to talk to him....' Steve nodded and jogged to his car, Peter hot on his heels, waving as he passed. James took out his phone and texted Chris: 'If Steve offers you a ride home, you should accept! It's like I thought, and he's interested....'

Sebastian smiled. 'You did a nice thing....' Seeing James' face, he added, 'No, I didn't read you, but it was coming off of Steve in waves....

He's very excited....'

'Speaking of excitement,' James said, taking Sebastian's hand, 'what are you doing tonight?'

'Same thing I've been doing forever....'

'I'm always keyed up after a game.... You want to do something?'

'Want to go back to my place,' Sebastian asked.

'Sure....' He called his mom and let her know where he was going.

'Can I just sleep over?'

'Alright, sweetheart.... Be careful,' she said.

Catching the possible double meaning, he said, 'Mom!'

'Have fun, honey.... Love you!'

'Love you too....' Turning to Sebastian, he smiled. 'Let's go....'

As they climbed into the car, Sebastian said, 'Home, Robert....'

'Yes, sir,' the man said, and they soon pulled into the drive.

'Would you like a shower and some clean clothes?'

'Sure, that would be good....' Sebastian took him upstairs and invited him to used the big shower in his room.

As he was toweling off, he realized he didn't really have any clean clothes with him, but on the bed he found a pair of boxers and a silk robe, which he put on. Sebastian came in and smiled at him. 'I thought, since we were having a slumber party, I'd give you some appropriate clothes....'

'I must say,' James smiled, 'I've stayed over with a lot of friends and this isn't the standard attire....'

'No,' Sebastian asked coyly, sliding a hand into the robe and rubbing the muscular chest beneath. 'Well, this is what I'd like them to be....'

After a minute, he stepped back. 'All the excitement of the game, being around all those people.... I'm afraid I'm a little ... hungry,' he said a little guiltily. 'And I think, before we go any further, you should see ... first hand ... what that's like....'

'Sebastian,' he complained, 'I've...'

'It's different, believe me....' At that moment, Robert opened the door and showed a young man in, leaving quickly.

'Who's this,' the young man asked, looking at James hungrily.

'This ... is James,' Sebastian said. 'James, this is my friend Austin.... Austin is a sophomore at the state college.... We met one night on campus.... His taste in men runs on the younger side....' James nodded dumbly. Austin, who looked the part of a well-built frat boy, took a step forward and tried to put a hand on James, but Sebastian grabbed his wrist. 'He's only here to watch....'

'Shame,' Austin said, licking his lips. 'What is he, baseball?'

'Football,' Sebastian laughed.

'Oh, wow....'

Sebastian looked him in the eyes and made that connection. 'Take off your shirt and lay down, Austin....' In a haze, the young man smile and stripped his shirt off and laid down. Sebastian sat next to him and grabbed his chin, turning his head to the side. Slowly, dispassionately, he lowered his mouth to the boys neck and drove his fangs deep. James watched in fascination as Austin began to moan, his cock hardening in his jeans. Austin started rubbing himself through his pants, and in a few short minutes, orgasmed. When Sebastian was finished, he sat up and wiped his mouth, waving a hand over the wound and muttering a few words, causing the punctures to disappear. 'You were fantastic, Austin, as always,' he said as the young man stood and walked out with a smile on his face.

'Robert will see to it that he gets home safely....'

'That was ... different.... He really got off on it....'

'I get what I need and he gets what he wants, at least the feeling....

And I keep him out of trouble with real teens.... One day, I might have to kill him.... He has some dark fantasies, and I'd hate to see that happen to some kid....'

'So you do still sometimes ... kill them?'

'Sometimes.... It's an advantage of my gifts.... I've saved society some great headaches, and avenged a few wrongs that justice missed....'

'Do you ever ... have sex with people you feed off of?'

Sebastian looked embarrassed. 'Sometimes.... One gets lonely....'

'You don't have to apologize,' James said with a laugh. 'I didn't think you'd be an eight-hundred-year-old virgin....'

Sebastian smiled, 'Yes....' He took James' hand softly and kissed it.

'It's just that you make me wish I was, so I could share that with you....'

James wrapped his arms around Sebastian, who listed to his heartbeat increase its pace. 'James, I don't know what we're doing....'

'For now, can't we just enjoy this?' Sebastian smiled up and him and nodded. 'Take off your shirt and lay down, Sebastian,' James said, cheekily using the same words Sebastian had used to command Robert. The boy smiled and removed his shirt, revealing again that delicately sculpted, breathtaking torso. As he laid down, James loomed over him and crawled on top of him, letting the silk robe tickle his cool flesh. Sebastian reached up and slid the garment off, running his hand over James' developed muscles. James lowered himself onto Sebastian, covering his body with his own.

'Mmmm,' Sebastian moaned. 'I love to feel you on top of me,' he whispered with a smile.

'I love the way you look beneath me,' James smiled back cockily. 'But first, I'm feeling underdressed,' he said, sliding his hands between them and unbuttoning Sebastian's pants. James rolled off and Sebastian slid out of the pants; as he was going commando, he stood in front of James nude for the first time. He looked like a marble statue, alabaster skin with deep blue veins running across his body just beneath; only his crimson lips destroyed the illusion. With a hand on his hip, he presented himself.

Tight, trim ass, fine cock, semi-hard and already five inches, with only a slight patch of hair around it. He casually tossed his black hair with his hand, a move so unrehearsed but so accentuating his beauty that James grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down on top of him, pressing their lips together.

Smiling, Sebastian said, 'Now, I'm afraid, you are overdressed....'

With that, he reached down and impatiently pulled the boxers down. He stood again, looking at the teenage god laying so alluringly before him on his bed, his entire 6'2' sculpted with rolling muscle, not engorged like a bodybuilder, but gorgeous and manly. His long legs and ass, as well as his chest and stomach were dusted with dark blond hair, with a thicker patch in the middle of his abs leading down to his cock, which fit his body well which meant cut, nice and large, easily 8.5' and fat. His blond hair framed his handsome face. His big grin revealed big dimples that made his green eyes shine.

'Well,' he asked, as Sebastian stood and stared, 'are you going to join me?'

'It's just ... I'm overwhelmed,' Sebastian said, swallowing hard, eyes roaming aimlessly.

'Come here,' James said, opening his arms, and Sebastian crawled into bed, as if he was the one under a spell. James pulled the black silk sheets over them up to their waist and laid back, Sebastian's head on his chest. The vampire tried to calm himself as he listened to the strong, rhythmic beat again.

'You ... are so beautiful....'

'I feel the same about you,' James smiled, kissing his head. They began to kiss softly, sweetly, and Sebastian straddled James' waist rubbing his chest and arching his back so that James' cock slid up and down his crack, which was slick with precum.

Suddenly, Sebastian reached back and wrapped his delicate fingers around the thick, throbbing member and aimed it for his tight hole.

Slowly, insistently, he leaned back into it, opening himself up more easily and painlessly than a human man could, while remaining almost painfully snug.

'Agghh,' James cried out as his cock slipped into the tight, soft flesh. Sebastian slowly started to ride him, moaning and writhing in pleasure. In a burst of energy, James wrapped his arms around Sebastian and flipped them over, so he was staring down into the deep black pools that were the bottomless windows to Sebastian's soul. His face was more beautiful that it had ever been, transformed by pure ecstasy and completion as he totally gave himself over to the feelings that were shaking him from the inside out. After all, he was a being whose senses were too sensitive for Egyptian cotton, and the soft skin of James' cock was exciting the nerves in his deepest recesses. Never mind the renewal of feelings by a boy, a human being, who accepted him. Sebastian thrashed and moaned and called out in languages that hadn't been spoken in recent memory, as James smiled down and continued to drive his cock deep into the boy.

Smashing their bodies together, he pushed as deep as he could and began pulling out only an inch or two and driving back in hard and fast.

Sebastian dug into his back with his fingertips, mindful of his claws, and began kissing James' neck, which was pumping hot blood. He wasn't hungry, but the desire was there.

'Do it,' James whispered as he felt the lips close on his neck.

'Please, I want you to....' Sebastian hesitated, and he insisted, 'Bite me, but don't mess with my mind!' Sebastian's fangs protruded, and he teased James with them, creating just a pleasant amount of pain.

'Sebastian! Please!'

Sebastian sank his fangs into the neck of the big football player pounding his ass, biting hard with the rest of his teeth. A white-hot pain shot through James' whole body, which was instantly replaced by a feeling of euphoria. His hand went to the back of Sebastian's head, holding him tight. 'Oh, fuck, yes,' he groaned, and he really started pounding. He lasted about thirty seconds, before he started firing off cum deep inside the boy, warming him from the inside and causing him to moan into James'

neck.

Slowly, his fangs withdrew, and he sighed, licking his lips and James'

neck, before repairing the wound. James was still inside him and still half-hard, and Sebastian held onto him tight. Looking up into James' eyes, he grinned and began rocking slowly, feeling James' cock begin to thicken again. This time they made love long and slow, kissing and making out while James pumped in and out of him. When he came again, Sebastian laughed.

'What,' he asked when he caught his breath.

'I've never done it twice without the guy pulling out.... That was ... amazing.... It's hard to believe that was your first time....'

'Well, you know it was.... But it's easy when you're....'

Sebastian reached up and stroked his face, 'When you're what, cutie?'

'When you're in love....'

'James....' Unable to help himself, he opened his mind to James'

feelings and it flooded over him in waves, like a water rushing over a dam.

He gasped, before apologizing. 'I'm sorry, I....' And he did something he hadn't done in front of another person in half a millennium. He cried.

'Sebastian, did I say something wrong,' James asked, wiping a tear from his eye, sending out another wave of concern and, yes, love, that Sebastian could not have blocked if he tried.

'No,' Sebastian said, shutting his eyes tight, smiling, and shaking his head no. 'I'm just a little overwhelmed.... You couldn't begin to conceive of how long I've waited.... I was once told by a very great man that such a thing was impossible....'

'Tell me,' James said, staring down at him, propped on his elbows.

Most of his weight was on Sebastian, but to him it was nothing.

'You wouldn't.... Of course you would.... In 1314, I was traveling in Italy, playing the part of a rustic nobleman from eastern Europe, and I came to the city of Verona. I was hosted for a few nights by the ruler of that city, Cangrande della Scala. He hosted a wonderful party while I was there, and of course I attended.... Everyone was very drunk, and I sat up late that night. One of the last people standing was a most unhappy gentlemen, a mournful poet of the sort one used to find, so consumed by longing and grief.... I digress.... He recognized me for what I was ... well, perhaps he thought me a demon ... but he did not, for that reason, refuse to speak with me.... In fact, I think he relished it....

It suited his needs at the time to make conversation with an infernal abomination. I told him that I dreamed that one day I could perhaps find love, and he just laughed.... He told me that for the most noble, this was a nearly unattainable goal in this life, but that for such as me, it was a perverse dream, as I would never see that life either,' he said, laughing.

'But then he said, 'What do I know? All I have known of love is suffering....' Do you know who that man was?'

James smiled and touched Sebastian's lips with his finger. 'Cangrande?

Hmmm.... That would be ... Dante?'

Sebastian's face lit up. 'You see? Entirely unsuited to the barbaric games....'

'Well, Dante himself couldn't have predicted me.... Now let's get cleaned up,' he said, trying to peel himself off of Sebastian, the bed full of sticky cum, both his and Sebastian's. Sebastian called down to ask Robert to change the sheets and led James to the shower, washing him gently and allowing James to do the same for him. As they were washing, James said, 'You can feed on me any time you like.... That was the most intense....'

Sebastian smiled, and nodded. 'I couldn't, or you'd die.... But from time to time.... I took almost none from you tonight, or you'd feel very weak....'

James blushed and said, 'Oh.... Seeing you with Austin made me jealous....'

Sebastian smiled and wrapped his arms around his stud, feeling the water sliding over their bodies. 'I can assure you, from here on out its purely business....'

'Still, knowing what if feels like.... It's so intimate....'

'Believe me when I tell you, they are of no interest to me....'

When they were dried off, they returned to find the bed crispy made with white silk sheets, and Sebastian crawled into bed. 'Do you need a blanket?'

'No, it's plenty warm in here,' James said, crawling into bed and hugging Sebastian to him. Soon, he was in a deep and dreamless sleep, while Sebastian rested on his chest, wondering what he should do. Little did he know then that the coming weeks would decide much of it for him.