brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is technically only part
brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is technically only part of the title but it’s really long so go with it.)I didn’t find time to make a little intro for the first book in my new series of m/m contemporary vampire romances, but I’m doing it for this one by golly!This book features:A demi-sexual, overachieving baby vampire with a PhD and anxiety.A tired half-human vigilante forever trying to make up for his past.A shady pharmaceutical company.Vampires as social commentary.Vampires as sexy night creatures.Selling your blood to a vampire because he’s adorably desperate and way too rich and his fangs are nice and now you have a crush fuck. Stick around for some daily rough draft snippets as I write the book! Aaand the drafting is on! Enter: one incredibly anxious vampire…And now his entire completely sculpted life was falling apart around him. Because of one tiny accident. A tiny, itty-bitty disaster that hadn’t even been his fault. He was pretty sure on that fact. He’d overanalyzed it at least fifty times that evening, and after another fifty he was prepared to bump ‘pretty sure’ up to ‘mostly sure’ before the whole processes started again tomorrow.It hadn’t been his fault, right? Oh no, the vampire is hot. Whatever is a poor almost-human to do? Justin, bleeding and pinned against a statue, had absolutely no right to be noticing how the vampire’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, or the heat of his thigh pressing up the inside of Justin’s, or the way his hand darted into Justin’s hair to push back his head, his gaze locked on Justin’s throat. Any second now, Justin was going to pull away. That was the reasonable thing to do when being cornered by a strange vampire in an alley. Any second now. Any— But as he reached his arms up to break free of the vampire’s hold, the vamp’s oversized fangs sunk into his skin and his world tilted. ‘Why is he like this, help,’ says both of them @ the other.“You have to lick the bite closed. Otherwise it’s like sex with no orgasm after.”The vampire jerked back. “Why the hell would you compare it to that!”Clearly, he’d never been bitten before he was turned. Justin wanted to find the vampire responsible and string them up for their negligence. “Just lick it already.” He groaned. “Frankly, you’re responsible for the gash on my knee too.”“I’m not licking either of them. It’s humiliating and unsanitary.”“You were the one who bit my neck in the first place!”“I was desperate then.”“Fine, lick my fingers instead, I’ll do it myself.”“God, no that’s worse!”Justin couldn’t make out the vampire’s exact skin tone well enough in the shadows of the alley, but he swore he was blushing. “This is getting ridiculous, dammit. Just do it,” he growled. “Not while you’re sitting on my lap!”All new additions will be added below the read more until the end of the draft. I may casually reblog it when I add ones I particularly love; muahaha.Oops is that a crush I see. “Right, well this has been… informative. Thank you.” His gaze shifted to Justin’s neck, then away. “I suppose this is where I leave and never come back.” That should have been exactly what Justin wanted from him—a rich, prissy vampire who knew so little that he was a danger to those around him. His presence alone was a threat to the neighborhood. But his presence, tall and lean and poised, also drew Justin in. It was more than just his bite, more than just his looks. Something about him felt right. Yup, it’s a crush. “What changed your mind, though, is what I’m asking. Or should I say who?” Diego winked. "He’s just a rich prick,” Justin answered. “Kind of dorky fashion sense." Looks a bit like a Greek god, he didn’t add. Has a bite that’s like an injection of bliss and hair that’s probably soft as silk and says everything in this tone that’s so oddly intriguing that it makes me want to unpeel his brain and poke around inside. On second thought, that last one sounded more serial killer than romantic poet.Clementine, on the other hand, is a horny demi-sexual who would like to mail order a crush from wherever Justin is getting his, please and thank you. (His is coming, don’t worry, the post office is just slow.) Clem rolled his thumb along the ridge of one before he realized what he was doing. His heart sprang and stuttered, and he covered the tender act by tapping loosely at Justin’s pulse like he was double checking himself before biting. It was odd that he could tell exactly where to bite without seeing the veins or knowing the way they ran through the man. He tried to think about that instead of how soft Justin’s skin was there or how his fingers gently curled when Clem lifted the wrist to his lips.His fangs slipped free like they’d been waiting for this moment for two days—and however much he’d been dreading it, dreading all the ways he might make a fool of himself again and the blandness of the blood and the fact that he had to put Justin’s flesh in his mouth to receive it—he had also been anticipating it. Hoping, maybe just a little bit, that this time would be nicer. That it would be like the fairytales, or the horror stories, anyway: the vampire craving the delicacy of a certain human’s blood until the desire consumed them or they consumed the human. A ruthless, dangerous kind of lust, but lust all the same.He bit down.Someone has been reading too much fanfic.Justin’s lips quirked. “And you’re included in those vampires, of course. You’re mine too now.”Mine.Perhaps it should have felt insulting, demeaning, disturbing even, an almost predatory claim from a protector Clementine hadn’t asked for. But he liked the tingle it sent up his spine. He wanted Justin to say it again. Justin, I think that’s what we call ‘a kink.’ “What I’d really want—and I’m not saying with this vampire, just someone, someday, once the neighborhood is safe enough that I can have that kind of distraction—is to be distracted by someone. I want him to bare his teeth at me in the grocery store while the clerk isn’t looking and I want to taunt him with the turn of my collar.” There were other examples his mind went to: wandering hands and the heat of Clem’s breath. Because try as he might to replace him, it was still Clem who filled Justin’s fantasies, Clementine’s fangs and his gentle fingers and his beautiful, quizzical stares.Please welcome the first half of our antagonistic duo!“These late shifts are wearing on you, I see,” Andrew said.He circled his grip like a noose around Clem’s wrist, but the stroke of his towel as he cleaned the ink from Clem’s cuticles was unnervingly gentle and meticulous. A shuddered ran up Clem’s spine. His anxiety only grew as Andrew continued.“I’d thought you’d be gone already. The sunrise is getting a little earlier each day, after all.” He lowered his head to Clementine’s ear, his breath hot. “They can’t promote you to senior associate if you burn up.”~His~ vampire.“You said the vampires you’re giving up your body for.” Clementine’s foot nudged his in the darkness. “Vampires, plural.”“A figure of speech, don’t worry.” His vampire’s concern warmed Justin’s heart and strained his pants all over again; even if Clem’s feelings were just platonic. “You’re my only vampire that I let drink from me.” He smirked. “You pay me well enough.”Clementine made a tiny, disgruntled noise that was more than worth all the heart strings he’d pulled of Justin’s and all the sleep Justin was going to sacrifice tonight. “Yes, well, I hope so.”Demi-sexual awakening time!“It’s not even a crush, okay.” It was a blood crush, technically, but he couldn’t say that without revealing a whole other host of things far worse than this one. “But it’s something?” Sissy asked.“Maybe.” Clem dropped his head into his hands. “There’s this… guy.” He lingered over the word, half terrified and half… almost excited. It felt right to want something intimate from another man. After all the time he’d spent obsessing over Spock and Kirk’s every canon glance and writing them with sexual tension up to their ears, the fact that it was a man’s blood that he craved made sense. Just his blood. Just his skin beneath Clem’s lips and his vulnerable little sighs and the taste of him on Clem’s tongue. That was definitely gay, but not a sexual kind of gay… right?Their tension is getting deadly help.Justin’s arm dangled almost careless in front of Clem’s chin. It drew Clem’s fangs free and made his mouth thick with a kind of hunger that held no resemblance to any desire for food. He ached with the need to be just a little closer to Justin’s skin. To feel him. To taste him. To take from him; to take in a way that gave back in sighs.“Well?” Justin asked, his teeth bared. He leaned close enough that Clementine swore he could feel his breath, hot and thick, and the pounding of his heart through his V-necked shirt. Restraining himself with everything he had in him, Clem traced the lines of Justin’s tattoo with one fingertip. He turned his head until his nose nearly knocked into Justin’s. “Well?” he repeated, breathless. Conversations with a vampire: featuring an absolute dork.“Explain what this will entail?”Clementine’s pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the night light. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Well, I’d like to—to touch you more. Your arms, especially. As I was doing, soft but well, grabby, I suppose?”“Grabby.” If Clementine noticed how hoarse and breathless Justin had gone, he didn’t show it.“Momentarily restrictive,” the vampire clarified.“You want to momentarily restrict me and touch me.”“Also the crook of your elbow. I want the crook of your elbow.”If Clem decided to so much as turn his head he would see the effect this was having on Justin. The tender skin along the inside of his arm tingled, its little flutters seeming to roll up his veins and into his chest. "Would you be having my neck too, while you’re at it?” ~ more coming soon! -- source link