Date: Sun, 5 Oct 2014 22:36:44 -0600
From: irishlad1987@yahoo.com
Subject: Modern Vampire Chapter 3

The Modern Vampire
By Topher
Email: irishlad1987@yahoo.com

This story is entirely erotic fantasy. None of the characters contained
herein represent any person, living or dead. Any similarities to real
people or places are purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex between consenting male
adults. If such material is offensive to you, I suggest you don't read it.

The story revolves around Vampires, and will contain vampire related
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Chapter 3

	Adam woke up before Sean the next morning and quietly snuck out of
bed. He let Remington out, changed his water and poured him some food in
his bowl. He set to work making breakfast, eggs, sausage and greasy
potatoes.

	He was a little hung over, but not nearly as bad as Sean was going
to be once he woke up. Adam ran out and fetched the paper while the
potatoes sizzled in the olive oil. The front page story was about his
Brother's attack. The police were warning the community that there was a
dangerous and presumably armed person or persons on the loose and to use
all available caution.

	Adam thumbed through the paper, looking for anything that would
catch his eye as he started cooking the sausage. He stopped and read a
story about some local hunter who had gotten lost in the woods, there was a
large search and rescue being organized today at the Park Rangers station
just outside of town.

	He poured himself a glass of orange juice and sipped on it lightly
so he didn't upset his stomach. Remington barked twice, signaling that he
wanted back inside for his own breakfast. Adam let him in, gave him a quick
scratch and checked what the weather was going to do today. There was a
large scattering of clouds moving overhead, they were moving fast and
didn't seem to threaten rain.

	He clicked on the TV and turned on the local news channel. They
were about halfway through the news segment, so he would have to wait a bit
for the weather. He checked the potatoes, giving them a stir along with the
sausage.

	Remington was busy chowing down on his dog food, stopping only to
look curiously at the hallway for a moment before going back to
eating. Adam guessed Sean was awake, so he poured a second glass of orange
juice and went back to investigate.

	Sean was indeed awake, holding the sides of his head and squinting
in pain. Adam grabbed his head and kissed him on the forehead, "Morning
sleeping beauty," he handed him the glass of orange juice.
	"Morning already? Fuck," he slowly stood up from the bed, revealing
a fairly large bulge at his crotch.

	"Looks like a different part of you woke up first," Adam said,
laughing at him.

	Sean turned bright red and sat back down, tucking his boner between
his legs, "Sorry, didn't realize," he pulled the blankets over his crotch
to hide it even more.

	"Don't worry about it, I'm cooking breakfast, take care of your
dick, I'll be back with breakfast in a few minutes," Adam kissed him on the
forehead again and left for the kitchen.

	Sean flopped back into the bed, pulling down his gym shorts and
getting some lotion from the nightstand, lubed up his thick seven inches
and started to stroke. The pillows smelled like Adam, which got him even
more horny, he was already oozing precum.

	He alternated between several fast furious strokes to a couple
slow, tight strokes. He moaned with pleasure, cupping his balls and gently
rolling them around in his fingers. He lightly pulled on his red pubes with
his left hand as his right hand continued stroking his titanium cock.

	His hips started to buck involuntarily as he got close to his
orgasm. His balls pulled up tight to his cock and prepared to release, and
his breathing became abrupt. A tingling sensation swept over his entire
body when he finally ejaculated. Goosebumps rose up all over his skin as a
geyser of cum sprayed him in the face and soaked his chest and belly.

	Adam came walking into the room with a tray of food just as the
last few spurts of semen shot from his cock and nearly dropped the tray.

	"Sorry, thought you would be done by now," Adam said, turning his
back to him.

	Sean didn't even care, he groaned in pleasure, still stroking his
now empty balls, "I'm not shy about my body, you don't have to look away. I
could use something to clean all this up with though," he said.

	"Sure, of course," Adam set down the tray on the nightstand and
grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom. He sat down on the bed next to
Sean, "Let me clean it up." He looked at Seans body, glistening with cum,
his own cock grew almost instantly hard, tenting his boxer briefs grandly.

	He rubbed the soft towel on Sean's face first, cleaning up the
semen that had splattered there. He moved slowly, wiping off his neck,
bending down and kissing him on the lips. He could taste the slightly salty
cum still, it nearly drove him wild.

	He tossed the towel aside, and began cleaning up the rest of Sean's
chest and stomach with his tongue. Sean tasted amazing, his cum tasted
amazing. As his tongue danced across Sean's belly button, he felt Sean
reach down and rub his cock through his boxer briefs.

	"Take them off," Sean tugged on his underwear playfully.

	Adam wasted no time; his boxers were off and across the room in a
second. Sean took a moment to admire Adam's body, his hefty nine inch cock
swollen, standing at full attention. Sean reached out and grabbed him,
pushing him down onto the bed and planting a rough kiss.

	His kisses were expertly placed, on his lips, down to his neck,
tracing an irregular path down to each of his nipples. Sean's fingers found
Adam's balls and softy he played with them, continuing his kisses, down to
Adams abdomen, his belly button. Sean buried his face in Adam's pubic hair,
smelling it, his own cock growing just as hard as Adams all over again.

	Adam gasped as Sean took in his cock, his tongue swirling around
the head several times before he deep throated Adams entire length. Adam
still had the taste of Sean's cum in his mouth, it was a warmth, similar to
spices, and it excited him beyond imagining.

	As Sean's head bobbed up and down on his cock, Adam started running
his fingers through Sean's short red hair, rubbing it, playing with
it. Sean pulled off for only a moment to catch a quick breath before
slobbering back down the shaft.

	He sucked for about ten minutes, then pulled off again, fitting
both of Adam's balls into his mouth and using his tongue to roll them
around.

	"I'm getting close," Adam said, panting.

	Sean smiled, and slowly, deliberately, he deep throated Adam again,
over and over he took Adams entire cock into his mouth, swallowing at the
very end so that he could fit all nine inches down his throat.

	"I'm cumming," Adam said, grabbing Sean's head and holding him down
on his cock. Sean could feel each spurt of cum, could taste it on the back
of his tongue as Adams balls emptied into his mouth and throat. He kept
bobbing up and down as Adam's orgasm ran its course, his mouth was
absolutely full of cum and he had already swallowed a fair amount.

	"Kiss me," Adam said suddenly. Sean obediently crawled up his body
and kissed him, letting some of the cum flow from his mouth into
Adam's. After a few moments, Adam pulled Sean higher up, so Sean was
straddling his chest, his hard cock within perfect sucking range.

	He returned the favor, sucking Sean's entire cock into his mouth
and giving him head. He loved how Sean's red pubes tickled his nose as he
sucked. Sean's balls were hanging low, rubbing along his chest as Sean
humped his face, groaning with pleasure. Adam reached up with both his
hands, rubbing Sean's chest, his nipples, and his stomach.

	Sean let his head fall back, fully enjoying the sensations that
Adam was giving him. Adam put his right index finger inside Sean's mouth
and let him suck it, getting it nice and wet. Then he used it to circle
Sean's hole, running his finger around and around it, putting a steady
pressure on it. He continued to suck Sean's cock as he fingered his hole,
putting more and more pressure on it until his wet finger finally slipped
inside.

	Sean's back arched, cum blasted out of his cock, spraying down the
back of Adam's throat. Adam swallowed every last drop, not even taking his
mouth off of Sean's cock until he was sure there was no more cum leaking
out.

	Sean fell down on the bed next to Adam, thoroughly out of breath
and smiling from ear to ear.

	"That was spectacular," he said, still panting with ecstasy.

	Adam laughed, "Yes, it was," he agreed.

	Sean snuggled up against him again, resting his head on Adam's
chest. Adam could feel Sean's still partially swollen cock against his
thigh. It had been months since he'd gotten any action, his balls felt
light and empty, which is one of the best physical experiences a man can
have.

	He nibbled on Sean's ear, "Time for some breakfast, get some
nutrients so your boys can restock the shelves for later," he cupped Sean's
balls again, smiling as he knew they were considerably lighter as well.

	"Breakfast sounds amazing, what did you make?"

	"Eggs, toast, sausage and potatoes, which should be right up your
alley," Adam said, leaning over to get the tray of food off the nightstand.

	Sean dove in with ferocity, attacking the toast like a starving
hyena, "I'm hungry," he said, washing down the toast with some orange
juice.

	"Yes, I can see that," Adam laughed. He clicked on the television
in his room and began flipping through channels.

	"So what's the plan for today?" Sean asked through a mouthful of
sausage.

	"Hadn't decided yet, any ideas?"

	"Take me shooting,"

	"Fantastic idea!" Adam jumped up out of the bed and went to his
closet. He quickly put in the combination to his gun safe and grabbed out
his shotgun and .308 and ammo for both. He grabbed a couple boxes of .45
cal for his 1911 too.

	"Whoah, you have lots of guns," Sean was impressed.

	"You can never own too many guns," Adam responded, packing the .308
into its case.

	Sean quickly finished the remainder of his breakfast and threw on
some of Adams spare clothes; they were a little loose, but not too bad. By
the time he came out of the bedroom, Adam already had everything packed
into his jeep.

	"Let me make sure Remington has fresh water and then we can go," he
let Remington out one last time to do his business and refilled the water
bowl. He checked his cell phone, no missed calls or texts which he was
thankful for.

	Once Remington was finished, Adam let him back in and scratched his
head, "We will be back in a bit boy, behave yourself."

	The shooting range wasn't too far away, and Adam knew almost all
the regular shooters there, as well as the employees who ran the
place. Once they were there, he bought a bunch of targets and he and Sean
went and set them all up.

	Adam pulled out his rifle first, "Here Sean, let me show you a
couple things." He explained the basics of the gun to him, showing him the
safety, how to use the scope and how to work the bolt action.

	"Okay, let me see you shoot a few times, just so I have an idea of
what to expect," Sean suggested.

	"No problem. Here, put these on," Adam handed him some ear
protection and went prone, laying out the box of rounds next to him and
checking the scope. Once he was satisfied that all was as it should be, he
chambered a round, took a couple of deep breaths, lined up the shot, let
his breath out and squeezed the trigger.

	The rifle fired, recoiling back into Adams shoulder and loosing the
round downrange. It was about an inch off center, up and to the right. Adam
adjusted the scope and chambered another round, squeezing it off faster
than the first. The second shot was true, nailing the center of the target,
he smiled broadly.

	"I love that," he said, loading another round. He fired a few more
shots, pleased with his grouping. "Alright, your turn, lay down like I did
and brace the rifle against your shoulder. Make sure it's in
tight. Good. Now pull the bolt back and put one of the rounds in."

	Sean followed Adam's instructions and cracked off a round, missing
the target completely. Adam chuckled, "Breath out right before you fire the
round."

	Sean took a little longer with the second round, and when he
squeezed the trigger, the bullet hit the target, low, but at least it was
on target. "That was friggen awesome!" he exclaimed.

	"Go ahead and fire a few more, get a feel for it," Adam suggested.
	They spent the better part of the morning shooting the various
weapons and targets. There isn't anything in the world quite so satisfying
as getting a nice grouping. As it turned out, Sean was gifted with the
shotgun, nailing 17 out of 20 clay pigeons. Adam was impressed with his
accuracy.

	The 1911 was a different story, Adam was skilled with the pistol,
but Sean was all over the place. Even after Adam gave him a few pointers,
he was still not able to get the shots where he wanted them to go.

	They didn't stop shooting until they had gone through all the ammo
Adam had brought, "So what did you think?" Adam asked as he packed up the
guns.

	"Epic," Sean said, hugging him, "Best second date I have ever had,"
he laughed.

	"I'm glad you enjoyed," they climbed into his jeep and headed
back. "So you want to hang out some more or shall I take you home?"

	"Work still hasn't called, I'm cool with hanging out, as long as
you are okay with it," Sean said.

	"Fine with me, I am growing quite fond of you," Adam replied.

	"Well thank you," Sean leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I
feel like we should go back to your place and cuddle, maybe watch a movie?"
Sean gave Adam a puppy dog look full of cuteness.

	"You look ridiculous with your big green eyes and face screwed up
that way," Adam teased, poking Sean in the ribs again.

	"You and your poking...sheesh, I feel like the Pillsbury dough
boy," Sean fired back.

	Adam did his best to put on a dorky smile, "You are much, much
cuter than the Pillsbury dough boy."

	"Well I should hope so," Sean rolled down his window and hung his
head out, letting the wind wash over his face.

	"A bit strange if you ask me, but cute," he said as he pulled the
jeep into the driveway and waited for the garage to open.

	"Strange people are always more fun than normal people. It's a rule
of physics, strange equals fun."

	Adam grabbed out the guns from the back and took them inside,
making sure the garage door was shutting, he flipped off the garage light
and said hello to Remington, "Go ahead and look through my movies, there
are a bunch in that cabinet over there, and a whole dresser full of them in
my room. I need to clean the guns."

	"Sure, I'll let Remington out too," Sean pulled open the patio
door, petting Remington on his way out, tail wagging furiously.

	It took Adam about an hour to get the guns cleaned; Sean had talked
his ear off the whole time, which he didn't mind at all. Sean had grown up
in mostly small towns, his father bouncing from job to job. Their family
had always lived paycheck to paycheck, struggling just to put food on the
table. He was an only child, his mother died of a heroin overdose on his
tenth birthday.

	He had resolved to better his life, he worked his ass off in
school, got good grades and a stellar ACT score. He had several
scholarships which he used to pay for medical school. His father was now a
drunk and he didn't speak to him except on major holidays.

	Adams life had been much different. His Father was a lawyer, high
class criminal defense, where all the money was. Adam had never wanted for
anything, which hadn't done much for his sense of responsibility. The
second he turned 18, he had enlisted with the Marine Core and learned how
to be a man.

	He made excellent money and lived a relatively low key life, doing
what he loved best. Adam still talked with his parents and visited them
often.  His parents were retired now and spent much of their time traveling
the world.

	Once he had put away the guns, with the exception of his 1911,
which was never out of reach, he sat down on the couch with Sean, who had
chosen Tombstone to watch.

	"Are you gonna be my huckleberry?" Sean teased, tickling Adam.

	They cuddled up on the couch, Adam the big spoon once again, and
watched the movie. Remington helped himself to the lazy boy in the corner
and was soon snoring so loudly that they had to adjust the volume on the TV
to hear over him.

	About halfway through their movie, Sean's cell phone rang. He
picked it up and as soon as he saw the caller I.D. he answered, "Hey."

	He listened for several moments, "Alright, I'll be there soon," he
sat up, "Adam, I need you to run me back home. That was the hospital. A bus
full of kids collided with a semi-truck, they need me there."

	"Holy shit," Adam jumped off the couch, grabbing his gun and
holster and strapping it to his waist.

	In just a few short minutes, they were in his jeep, speeding toward
Sean's place. Neither of them spoke the whole way there, Adam could tell
Sean was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to see.

	As soon as they reached Sean's house, Sean leaned over to Adam and
kissed him, their heads were resting against one another. "Sorry to cut
everything short tonight, but I had an amazing time with you."

	"Don't apologize, I completely understand. Besides, we can always
finish that movie another time. I'm going to go see my brother since we are
going to the hospital anyway. Want me to come in with you?"

	"Yeah, come on, I need to shower fast anyway," Sean jumped out of
the jeep and ran to his door, fumbling with the keys until he found the one
he needed.

	As Adam walked in, he noticed Sean's house smelled like spiced
apple pie, "Air freshener?"

	"Yeah, it smells good," he was taking clothing off as he talked,
"There's a computer over there if you feel like doing something while I
shower," Sean was now naked and headed for the shower. Adam heard the water
come on and sat down at the computer.

	He quickly scanned through the desktop icons, finding one in
particular that caught his attention. It was a folder named, 'Attacks,'
which sparked his curiosity. He clicked open the folder and found dozens of
files, newspaper articles, police reports, witness accounts. It was a gold
mine of information.

	As he read, he discovered that there had been literally dozens of
attacks in the last several months, all of them exactly like his brothers
assault. The victims usually lived, but were severely beaten and near
death. None of them seemed to remember what had happened, couldn't tell the
police anything helpful.

	One attack had a witness though, and Adam couldn't believe what he
was reading. The witness had been a seventeen year old girl, she was
walking home after a piano recital when she heard shouts and muffled
fighting sounds. She had approached the two fighting men and seen something
awful. She said she watched the men fight, punching, kicking, struggling
with one another. But eventually, one of the men became the clear victor,
and once he had the upper hand, the girl said he bent over his victim and
bit his neck.

	She claimed she had witnessed a vampire attack, which wasn't
possible. Adam nearly jumped out of his chair as Sean came up behind him
and rested his hands on his shoulders.

	"Sneaky bastard, almost gave me a heart attack."

	"Found my little project huh? What do you think?" Sean had a towel
wrapped around his waist and Adam couldn't help but run his fingers across
his still wet chest.

	"There is a lot of information here; I didn't realize there were so
many attacks. This is insane, especially the witness account of what
happened."

	"Yep, and all the victims are mysteriously low on blood when they
arrive at the hospital. The very first attack, at least as far as I can
tell, the man died, he was completely drained of blood, not a drop left in
his veins. The cops never found any blood either, he was thrown into the
bushes by that bridge in Westend Park." Sean took off the towel and put on
a pair of briefs followed by his scrubs.

	"I'd like to look through this again sometime if you don't mind,"
Adam stood up and kissed Sean.

	"Of course, whenever."

	"Let's get you to work," Adam slapped Sean's ass hard as he walked
passed him.

	Sean yelped, jumping slightly in surprise, "Hey now, don't need to
be horned up right now," he said, massaging his butt cheek.

	Adam just laughed as he walked out the door. Sean shut and locked
it and they got into the jeep.

	The hospital was a clusterfuck when they arrived. Nurses, doctors,
orderlies and a slew of other people were everywhere. As soon as Sean was
spotted, a nurse told him they needed him in Trauma immediately.

	"Got to go, not sure when I'll be done, I'll call you," Sean told
him as he disappeared down a hallway.

	Adam went to the front desk and waited patiently for the woman to
finish explaining to a worried group of parents that the hospital needed
them to stay out of the way so they could do their jobs.

	"That's my daughter in there woman! Don't tell me I can't see my
daughter!" A man shouted at her.

	"Sir, your daughter was one of the worst that has arrived so far,
you can't be with her right now. The doctors need calm and quiet to work,
and if you are in there, the atmosphere would be charged with
emotion. Please, go to the cafeteria and grab some tea, all you can do is
wait." She said calmly.

	Grudgingly, the father walked away, his wife clinging to his side,
her face streaked with tears.

	The woman at the desk turned to Adam, "Can I help you?"

	"Which room is Cory Grenwich in?"

	She typed the name into her computer and waited a few moments for
the screen to reveal his whereabouts, "Looks like they moved him to
Recovery, it will be the fourth floor, room 487."

	Adam thanked her and headed for the elevator. He had to dodge a
doctor who was running from room to room checking on various
patients. Several nurses were already on the elevator when he stepped on,
many of them looked exhausted, but the determined looks on their faces was
one he had seen many times in the Marines.

	"You all are doing a wonderful job, great work. I appreciate what
you do," He said suddenly.

	"Thank you," one of them replied, a smile on her face.

	Most of them got off on the third floor, and it was considerably
less busy than below. On the fourth floor, Adam quickly found Cory's room
and slipped inside. Cory was awake, watching some game show on the
television.

	"Adam, good to see you," Cory was still badly bruised, but some of
his color had returned.

	"How are you?"

	"Sore, but recovering," he turned down the volume on the
television.

	"How long do they want you to stay in here?"

	"Two more days, and then they will take a look at me and determine
if I'm healthy enough to let go."

	"Do you need anything from home?"

	"No, but something other than hospital food would be much
appreciated," Cory pointed over at the tray of jello, grey chicken nuggets
and mushy tater tots.

	"Any requests?"
	"Surprise me, it doesn't matter at this point. I'm so hungry I just
don't care." Cory gave the tray a final look of disgust and turned up the
volume on his television again.

	"I'll be back shortly," Adam said, glad that Cory was recovering
well.