Beyond the Veil

Author's Note:

Sorry about the extended absence, everyone! While writing the first draft of this chapter, I came up with a way better idea for the direction of the story and it forced me to go back through my notes and make changes to make sure it would make sense for future installments. I'm going to try my best to get back to regular Friday updates going forward. Thank you for your patience and enjoy!

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I walked toward Sebastian’s smiling face and into his room. He shut the door behind me as I admired his black and white décor. I was expecting all black, probably because he’s a vampire, but that expectation wasn’t met.

Sebastian walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach, putting his face close to my ear. I wanted him to bite me but I knew I shouldn’t want that.

“We could have some real fun,” he said, then flicked his tongue over my skin and I let out a shuddering breath. “Too bad you want to go to sleep.”

That’s right, I was tired a second ago. But now I was just horny.

“We could have a little fun,” I said.

Sebastian ran his hand up my stomach, over my chest, and wrapped it around my throat. His other hand snaked down and wrapped around my hardening cock over my pants. I pushed my ass back, grinding it into his hard cock.

“Bite me,” I said.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He slid his arms from around me and moved to stand in front of me, admiring me as though I were a piece of artwork or a delicious meal. Which, to him, I guess I was.

“I want to rip those clothes right off you,” he said.

“They’re already torn,” I said with a half shrug.

Smiling mischievously, Sebastian reached forward, grabbed two bunches of the shirt in his hand, and pulled apart, ripping the fabric noisily from my body and throwing it to the side.

“Fuck,” I said in a shuddering gasp, “that was so hot.”

“Yeah?” asked Sebastian. He reached down and gripped either side of the pant’s waist and ripped those from my body too, freeing my hard cock.

Falling to his knees, Sebastian took my cock in his hand and looked up at me.

“Don’t you dare bite my dick, dude,” I told him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. You wouldn’t be able to fuck me if I did that.”

My heartbeat quickened. I rarely topped, but the idea of squeezing my  cock into his ass was almost enough to make me blow my load right there.

Sebastian pushed me backward until I was sitting on his bed, one leg hanging over the side, the other with my foot planted on the comforter. He started to stroke my cock with slow, teasing motions, then licked my thigh before kissing the same spot.

“Stop teasing me and give it to me,” I said, my eyes staring at the saliva-glazed spot. Sebastian gave me a wink, extended his fangs, then sank them into my flesh.

Gravity tilted. I felt like I should be sliding sideways off the bed, but also like I was attached to the thing, unable to move. The light from the nearby lamp burst into a dancing rainbow, broken by prisms of wonder that, when I blinked, burst into a galaxy of stars.

I looked down at Sebastian as he stuck out his tongue to wipe the blood from his lips and said, “Wait, give me a taste.”

As he crawled toward me and a small drop of blood began running down his chin. I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the thick, warm delicious syrup of life. He gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open and spat a glob of bloody saliva into it. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I swallowed before our lips met. He dove into me, kissing me with a passion I’d never felt before.

“Bite me again,” I said, almost begging.

Sebastian leaned away from me and stood up. I started to let out a word of protest until he put his hands down, gripped the hem of his shirt, and pulled it off in one swift motion. Next came his pants, which he  pushed down so antagonizingly slow, I wanted to sit up and rip them from his body like he’d ripped mine. I was too afraid, however, that moving would cause me to slide along the sheet.

Sebastian kicked his clothes to the side and crawled toward me again, laying on top of me and grinding our cocks together. Even this dry humping felt amazing with the vampire venom running through my body.

Overtaken with lust, I wove my fingers through Sebastian’s hair and pulled him to me, pressing his lips to mine as I rocked my pelvis up, grinding our cocks together harder. One of us was oozing precum, creating a slick surface for our bodies to slide against one another.

“I thought you wanted another bite,” Sebastian said with a sly grin, pulling his face back from mine.

“I do,” I said and, with the hand still on the back of his head, pulled his face down to my neck.

Sebastian didn’t lick this time. There must be something in his saliva that prevents me from feeling pain because while the other bites were soft, this one is sharp. I let out a hiss as he sunk his teeth into my flesh and I practically felt my pupils dilate as the venom raced through my body and gravity flipped upside down.

It felt as though the bed were attached to the ceiling and I was hanging from it. With each beat of my heart, pleasure coursed through my body, mixed with the feeling of standing on a high ledge, looking over. Like I could fall at any time. The void was calling to me and I wanted to plunge into it.

I felt my cock twitch as my head swam from the combination of blood loss and the venom coursing through me. I had a strong inclination it was my precum giving us ample coverage, because it was suddenly wetter down there, our cocks sliding against each other effortlessly.

When Sebastian pulled his face from mine, scarlet staining his lips, I wanted to beg him to come back, to drink more, to make me feel more of this ecstasy. But then I saw him reach over and open a drawer on his bedside table, pull a bottle from it.

His lube slicked hand slid over my cock and I could feel my soul leaving my body, tethered only to Sebastian’s hand. I groaned and writhed beneath him, wondering how much of this I could withstand.

When he moved himself up, lining my cock up with his hole, I lost my breath in anticipation.

“Be ready for this,” he whispered with a thousand voices that echoed from the corners of the room, “it’s going to be intense.”

He slid his body down, pushing my cock into his ass.

I could have died right there. I could have died and been reborn as an ethereal being. My soul transcended the mortal plane and became something else as I slid into him.

Sebastian fell forward and, our chests touching, I began to thrust into him. Each thrust into him was like dipping my head into the fabric of the universe, each time just a tease of the infinitum of eternity.

He leaned back, placed a hand around my throat, and began to ride me at a raging gallop. Each motion was a collision of galactic proportion, as powerful as the birth and death of a star. He bounced on my cock, it sliding in him as easily as a kite dancing in the wind. The sounds that left my throat were foreign to me, like an alien speaking a language too complicated for our human vocal cords.

His eyes bored into mine as I began to match his thrusts, fucking deeper and deeper into him as his hand slid up my chin and into my mouth.

I didn’t need his whispered order of, “Eat,” to know what to do. I bit down into his hand and he let out a groan of pleasure mixed with pain. His hot blood swam in my mouth, tasting of golden summer air, and I knew I needed more.

I wrapped my arms around him and flipped him over, ignoring the way gravity spun around me, pinned him to the bed with his legs behind my back, and started fucking him as if my life depended on it.

He threw his head back, calling out curses as my cock slammed into his prostate, an engulfed mass of nerves I was hellbent on obliterating.

I thought of Kaden for a moment and, not wanting to make too much noise for him, shoved my forearm into Sebastian’s mouth. He took this as an invitation to bite and sunk his teeth into me, so I bit him back, biting into his collarbone.

I fucked him harder, aided by the way gravity bent around our bodies, matching our thrusts as we were united, a single cosmic being, pleasuring itself.

Sebastian clamped down harder, groaning and panting around my arm. The muscles in his ass convulsed around my cock, squeezing it as he came, sending me over the edge. I slammed my entire body into his, burying myself balls deep in him as my entire body exploded like a firework. I shot more cum into him than I thought I’d ever came in my entire life, but I didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t stop.

He let my arm fall from his mouth and held his mouth open. Whether he was screaming silently or I couldn’t hear him, there was no sound. There was nothing in this world other than us. We were floating in midair, me slamming into him, cum gushing out of his hole and splashing on my legs, until my muscles gave out and I collapsed on him.

How long we laid there, naked, covered in cum and sweat, just breathing together, I wasn’t sure.

Eventually, gravity returned to normal and I looked up at him. At his slack face, his eyes drooping in pleasure, or fullness, I wasn’t sure. I reached to the side, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and threw it over us as much as I could.

And that was how we slept.

 

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a strange feeling. It was like being hungry and thirsty, but neither of those and somehow both at the same time.

I unstuck myself from Sebastian, who was still fast asleep, a thin layer of cum dried across his body and beneath his legs. I pulled on a pair of his trunks then staggered out of his room and went into the kitchen where I poured a glass of water from the faucet and drank, but it didn’t help. I drank another glass of water, then another, then another, but it didn’t quench my thirst.

A sound came from behind me. I turned, expecting Sebastian, but instead saw Kaden standing on the line between the kitchen and living room, looking at me with a mix of emotions on his face. The most prominent one was sadness.

I looked down at my body, where his eyes were trained. Dried blood ran down the length of my right arm, as well as on my leg. I was covered in dried cum and could tell by the look in his eyes when he look at my face that I had dried blood on my lips.

“What?” I asked, not caring that he was looking at me in underwear, but that he seemed to be judging me.

“Nothing,” he said, half turning away from me, “but you might want to try some of the blood he keeps in his fridge.”

He walked away from me, throwing himself on the couch, then pulled out his phone.

Blood? Was this it, then? Had I turned myself into a vampire? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that drinking blood sounded like the cure, the monosyllabic word bouncing around in my head. I almost ran to Sebastian’s refrigerator and pulled out a packet of blood. He had several different blood types. I knew I had A negative blood, though I didn’t know if that meant anything.

I grabbed one and bit into it. The plastic was too thick for my teeth. I began pulling open drawers and looking for scissors, making way too much noise.

“Give that to me,” said Sebastian’s voice. I turned and saw him standing in the kitchen, wearing a pair of loose shorts, his bulge prominent. Dried blood covered his lips, his collarbone.

“I’m sorry, I—” I began, but Sebastian walked up to me, making a shushing sound.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said, grabbing the blood pack from my hand. He grabbed the corner and ripped it open easily, then handed it back to me.

I wrapped my lips around the tear and began to suck. Though the cold blood wasn’t as satisfying as hot fresh blood, it did the trick. The tear wasn’t clean, so some dribbled over my chin, but I gulped the bag down, reveling in its tangy sweetness until the pack was gone, then leaned against the counter, satisfied, as Sebastian bit into his own.

I glanced at Kaden. Though he had his phone up, his eyes were trained on me. I couldn’t decipher the look on his face. Some kind of mix of sadness and fascination.

“What’s your problem?” I asked him, striding forward. “You got a problem with vampires?”

“No,” he said, “and you’re not a vampire.”

“I’m not?” I asked, not sure whether to believe him.

“You’re not,” said Sebastian after letting out a burp. “You’re a vampling. It’s when you’ve had too much vampire venom in too short of a time, so you have vampiric tendencies, but you’re not a vampire.

“I could bite you all night long,” he said seductively, his eyes trailing down my body, “and you wouldn’t turn.”

“So how—?” I began, but Kaden cut me off.

“Can we go now?” he asked. “I really don’t want to stay here, listening to you two go at it all night long.”

“Jealous?” asked Sebastian with a glance at Kaden.

“Fuck no. I just don’t want to listen to that every night. Plus, I need to stock up on phials again. We should keep on the move.”

“Then you can go, Kaden,” I said. “I’ll stay here with Sebastian and you go do whatever it is you’re dying to do.”

“We should stick together.”

“And what exactly is your plan?” asked Sebastian. “You’re going to keep running around with a mortal while the collective is after you?”

“You think it’s just us they’re after now?” asked Kaden, standing up. “They saw you, too, Sebastian. They’re going to hunt you down and try to kill you now, too.”

A stunned silence hung in the air between us.

“Then Sebastian is coming with us,” I said.

“I’m not having him come along with us just because you dragged him into our mess.”

“Our mess?!” I asked. “You mean your mess. You dragged me into your mess and now Sebastian is at risk.”

“Yeah, because you wanted to get your rocks off at a vampire club instead of just waiting for—” Kaden clamped his mouth shut like he was about to say something he’d regret.

“Go on,” said Sebastian, “what were you going to say?”

“Instead of him waiting until we were safe,” said Kaden.

“Oh, this is so much fun,” said Sebastian. “Alright, Damien, I’ll come along with you.”

“What?” asked Kaden. “A minute ago, you—”

“A minute ago, I didn’t know I was in danger too. But if the Krashen collective is after me, I’d rather be spending my time with a warlock. And, hey, we can protect Damien together. After all, protecting Damien is your top priority, right?”

Kaden glared at Sebastian as Sebastian smiled slyly at him.

“You go get your phials,” said Sebastian, stalking toward me. He wrapped an arm around my stomach and kissed my cheek. “And Damien and I will wait here for you. We can head into Saint Louis together. I have some friends there that will keep us safe.”

Kaden glared at Sebastian again then as he turned to me, his eyes softened and he looked almost regretful before he turned and walked out Sebastian’s front door.

“Come on,” said Sebastian, “let’s take a shower together. You wouldn’t believe how great water feels on your skin when you’re vamped.”

“’Vamped’?” I echoed.

“It’s what they call it when vampire venom is running through your body.”

A couple minutes later, we were in Sebastian’s bathroom, both completely naked. He let me turn on the water and set it to a temperature I liked before we both stepped in.

“Hold out your arm,” he said.

“Didn’t you just drink a lot of my blood?” I asked. “How long does it take to come back?”

“I didn’t drink. I just bit you. Sure, I got a taste, but other than the blood that came out before the holes closed up, you didn’t lose much.”

I obeyed him and watched in highly energetic anticipation as he sunk his teeth into me. I felt strange, as if my skin was lightly bubbling, but in a good way. A moment later, I realized it was the steam from the shower as it flowed over my body.

Sebastian pressed a hand to my chest and pushed me back under the water. It was incredible. The water felt like little tongues as they slid over my skin, exciting the nerve endings. Sebastian watched me as I groaned in pleasure and the blood ran to my cock. Sebastian dropped to his knees and gripped it in his hand, making the multiple streams of water run over the head.

He didn’t even need to do anything. Every drop that touched my cock felt like a lick from a god. I began writhing, instinctively trying to pull away from him as the sensation was too much. Without letting me move a muscle, Sebastain bent forward and bit into my thigh. The feeling intensified, every drop searing into my flesh in the most glorious way possible until I was gasping, moaning, and on the verge of sobbing.

And without needing my cock stroked at all, I came. Sebastian positioned himself in front of my cock and let each rope shoot right into his mouth.

He stood up and grabbed the shampoo, but I put my hand on his chest.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, squeezing some shampoo into his hand. “Making you feel good is enough for me.”

After that, we took a regular shower and headed back into his living room fully clothed.

We sat on his couch and flipped through several TV shows on a streaming service called WebTV. There were shows I’d never heard of before, featuring magical creatures. Sebastian explained that special effects were done with a combination of magic and technology. I was fascinated. When my high started to ebb, I asked him to bite me again and he obliged. I wasn’t sure if I was addicted to the feeling or if I was just happy to be enjoying myself, but I was content.

As the minutes passed by, I thought about Kaden and Sebastian. I’d been pining for Kaden for days now, but I’ve lost all hope that something will happen. I decided right then that I was choosing Sebastian. What we were, I wasn’t sure, but I liked him and I thought he liked me. I decided to see where this went.

By the time Kaden came back, several hours had passed and I’d drank another blood pouch. Sebastian made me eat real food though, telling me that while I didn’t feel hungry, my mortal body still needed the nutrients. He explained he kept real food around too because he enjoyed the taste.

“You’re vamped again, aren’t you?” Kaden asked after stepping through the door.

“Will you get off your high horse?” I asked, sitting up. I had to brace myself against the couch as the world spun on its axis, trying to throw me to the ground.

“You’re the one on a high horse,” he replied. “Look, you want to be bitten? Be my guest. But don’t forget the collective is after us. What would happen if they attacked us while you’re like this? You really think you’d be able to defend yourself?”

“I can’t defend myself anyway,” I told him. “Not when they know spells to throw fire and control shadow.”

“Those aren’t spells,” said Kaden, moving toward us and placing a shopping bag on the coffee table. “Every witch and warlock has one or more active powers. Abilities they can use that don’t affect their addictiveness to magic. Peter is a pyrokinetic; he can control fire. Natalia is an umbrakinetic; she can control shadow. A lot of active powers are elemental ones, though telekinesis is by far the most common one.”

“So what can Natasha do?”

“Natasha’s ability is called mirroring. She can connect with someone and control their body by moving her own. She doesn’t like using it, though. She says it makes her feel weird.”

“And yours?”

Kaden holds up a finger and moves toward the couch. Sebastian scoots closer to me, making room for him and he sits down. His head falls to his chest, he lets out a breath, and becomes still. To my left, red energy expands from nothing and Kaden appears.

“I can astral project,” he says. “I don’t use it very often because I don’t have any powers at all when I do it, except the ability to move around.”

Kaden returns to his body and leans forward, pulling out a twelve pack of seltzers with elvish writing on it.

“I’m not sure if I want to drink elvish alcohol again,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” said Kaden, “it’s not as strong as their wine.”

“Weren’t you just concerned about Damien being under the influence of vamp if the collective attacked?” asked Sebastian.

“Well, yeah, but that’s way stronger than alcohol. You’d have to drink a lot to get the same feeling as one little bite.”

I took the can Kaden was holding out to me, then he grabbed another. He looked at Sebastian for a moment, seemingly not wanting to share with him, but finally held out the can.

“Are you trying to get us drunk so we’ll have a threesome with you, Kaden?” asked Sebastian.

Kaden’s face flushed red and he flipped Sebastian off, saying, “I wouldn’t fuck you if it’d kill every hunter on the face of the Earth.” He popped open the can and started to take a swig.

“What about Damien?” Sebastian asked. Kaden choked on his seltzer and Sebastian leaned back, laughing. Holding the can in one hand, he popped the top and took a swig.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t understand what was going on between them, but it was irritating as fuck. I popped my own can and took a sip. It was delicious, but had an odd flavor. It was like drinking a memory, like being a child with my dad holding my hands and spinning in a circle.

“What was Emily’s power?” I asked, not sure where the question came from.

“She had the touch of life,” said Kaden. “She could heal you of any injury by touching your bare skin, but it worked both ways. She could kill you with just a touch as well. It’s one of the most dangerous active powers to have. She also had two more. She was aerokinetic, able to control air, and could hypnotize you, turning you into a drone by staring into your eyes.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” said Sebastian. “Is she part of the collective? Is she going to be coming after us too?”

When Kaden didn’t answer, I said, “She’s dead, Sebastian. She was Kaden’s girlfriend.”

“Oh,” he said. Then, sounding sincere, he added, “I’m sorry, Kaden.”

“I don’t really want to talk about her right now,” Kaden said then for some reason looked at me before taking a drink from his can.

We finished off the twelve pack, with Kaden drinking six, me and Sebastian splitting the other six. The rest of the day passed without anything noteworthy happening.

“We should leave tomorrow,” Sebastian said, “and head to Saint Louis. There’s an entrance to a drain city on River Des Pere Boulevard where some friends of mine will hide us.”

He stood up and stared heading toward his room but then turned and looked at me.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“I think I’m going to stay out here with Kaden tonight,” I said.

Sebastian nodded. “I thought you’d say that.” He looked at Kaden. Ever since we’d talked about Emily, Sebastian had been nice to Kaden. I guess he felt sorry for him. “You two take my bed; I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Thanks,” Kaden said, standing up a little shakily.

Though I’d drank seltzers before, alcohol had never lasted so long in my system before. Though I hadn’t drank a drop for the last three hours, I felt as though I were getting drunker, rather than less.

“Do you want him to bite you before bed?” asked Kaden as I stood up too. “I don’t mind.”

“Kind of,” I admitted.

I held out my arm and Sebastian bit into me. I let out a moan as the vamp mixed with the alcohol. The ground below me started to rock back and forth as if I was in a baby cradle. It was extremely comforting.

Kaden and I made our way back to Sebastian’s room and closed the door behind us. I undressed as Kaden did too. His eyes were locked on my body. After a few moments, we were standing in the room, Kaden completely naked, me in just my underwear.

Kaden stepped forward and took my head in his hands, looking deep into my eyes.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so…I really want to…I…I…”

Then he kissed me, pressing his body up against mine. Electric fire burned within my chest as I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him into me. I could taste the seltzer on his breath still. Like the sound of rain pelting against a window.

I felt a pang of guilt rise within me when I thought of Sebastian. I’d chosen him, not Kaden. And as much as I want to be with Kaden, I can’t do that to him. Not when he’s shown me nothing but kindness.

Then Kaden’s hand slid down my stomach and under my boxers, and all thoughts of Sebastian vanished as his hand wrapped around my cock.