Quod tam sitio by A.M. Riley

Author:A.M. Riley [Riley, A.M.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Blood was completely ick. George had once heard one of the kids he counseled use that

expression to describe something disgusting in every way. He felt it was appropriate.

A logjam of emptied plastic bags, still semi-pink and damp, lay in his sink. A trail of

nauseatingly stringy red drips covered his counter from the sink to the microwave, where the

result in the first failed experiment still stained the edges of the door with crusty rust.

The entire kitchen smelled liked burnt flesh. He didn’t know why, but it was as disgusting as the

trash bin behind a fast food restaurant.

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He sopped the rest of the blood from the table and squeezed the sponge out in the bag-clogged

sink. Dominick had tried to drink from the mug, as George had seen a vampire do on television

once, but he had proved once more the fallacy of media when his fangs had been unable to

absorb the nutrient without dribbling down his chest and splattering it all over the table and floor.

Discouraged, practically in tears with frustrated hunger, Dominick had retired to the bathroom

with a makeshift ‘sucking bag’. A milk container emptied and filled with the remaining warmed

blood. He sat in the tub, messily sucking as much as he could from the bottom of the jug. George

had stayed long enough to be sure it was working and then wandered back to his ‘completely

ick’ kitchen to begin clean up.

He wondered how many times a week, a day, whatever, they were going to have to do this. He

wondered how many times a week, a day, a month, whatever, he’d have to go down to that van

parked behind the Greene street mall and surreptitiously pass cash to a rheumy eyed horny old

man named ‘Rick’ who pinched his ass when he passed the purchased blood back to him.

George sat down wearily at his kitchen table and thought he probably needed a new kitchen

table. He’d never be able to eat anything at this one again.

Dominick appeared in the doorway. He’d removed his t-shirt. The sweats had droplets of blood

on them, but compared to the mess everywhere else, they seemed clean.

“That was not pleasant,” said Dominick. “All different types mixed together, and luke-warm,

almost coagulating.” He looked slightly nauseated.

“So sorry,” snapped George.

Dominick looked immediately chastised. He shrank.

“Oh. Dominick, I didn’t mean…” George jumped up and gathered the unhappy man in his arms,

making Dominick relax into the hug. “Was it enough? Are you okay?”

“Yes, thank you, George. I’m sorry. I should be more grateful.”

George closed his eyes, rocked them back and forth. “Gratitude is implied,” he said. “And

constant apologizing isn’t healthy.”

Dominick smiled against George’s throat, his nose rubbing George’s Adam’s apple. He wiggled

his hips in closer to the warmth at George’s center. “You apologize every week at mass, Father

White. You exhort your parish to apologize also.”

“Smart mouthed brat,” said George, swatting at the tight little bottom swaying beneath the loose

sweatpants.

“And then you feed them blood,” Dominick giggled, getting free of his arms and running off

before he got another smack.

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“You really are a demon!” roared George, racing after him.

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