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Alex hunched his shoulders and stuck his hands in the pockets of his too-thin jacket. He passed the door to the community center but lingered on the corner at the end of the block. He turned and walked back again, idling by the door as if he was supremely interested in the flyers posted there.
A man approached from behind. Alex waited until he spoke to turn to look at him. “Teen Hour in the gym starts in a few minutes,” the man said. “Do you play basketball?” He was late thirties, early forties, maybe. Big guy, but he carried himself well. Giving Alex plenty of space.
Alex shrugged. “I guess.”
“Come on in.” The man opened the door for him. “I’ll show you around.”
“Ok. Thanks.” Alex followed him in.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Alex.”
“Nice to meet you Alex. I’m George.”
True to George's promise, a handful of teenagers showed up shortly. Alex spent the next hour or so throwing a ball around with them. George and another adult staffer checked in on them every so often but were mostly hands off.
The kids were fierce at their play. They worked up a sweat and Alex could feel hot young blood flowing just under their skin. His own exertion sharpened his hunger. But they were good kids. They weren't what Alex was hungry for.
He wasn’t sure he was going to find what he was looking for here. Until George called the boys over for some donated chips and juice and Alex took the opportunity to shed his jacket. The shirt he was wearing underneath was ratty along the edges, worn thin, and a little too tight: the uniform of the neglected teen. George’s heart sped up when he saw it. Alex sensed the spike of lust as his gaze skimmed over Alex’s thin back and down his legs, too brief for anyone to notice.
This was going to be worth Alex’s time, after all.
He waited, biding his time. A few more visits to the community center. He hadn’t been wrong about George. George singled Alex out for a few moments of quiet conversation each time, and Alex made sure to seem appropriately pleased at the attention.
It was late now. The community center had cleared out, kids gone home. Alex slipped away from the crowd and hung back. He made his way to the rec room. Everything was quiet. Alex turned the TV on and overrode the parental controls with ease. He pulled up the video he’d found the other night and then set the remote to the side. He slouched back against the couch, legs sprawled wide.
On screen, a well-built man in tweeds and a waistcoat manhandled a barely legal kid over a desk. Grunts and the slap of a paddle on bare ass sounded from the speakers.
Alex sent blood rushing to his cock, plumping it up until it tented his gym shorts. It took no effort at all.
George’s footsteps came down the hall, quiet and careful. Alex kept his eyes fixed on the screen when George’s bulk filled the doorway. He licked his lips at George’s slight inhale of breath. He sensed the blood in George’s arteries rushing to his groin, he could smell it as George’s arousal spiked. On screen, the teacher had thrown the paddle aside and was fingering his student open.
Alex fidgeted as George simply watched him for a long moment. Finally, George stepped inside the room and cleared his throat. “Alexander,” he said.
Alex jumped, eyes going guiltily to George. He reached for the remote, making a show of fumbling it out of embarrassment. George strode over to the couch and plucked it up. “This is incredibly inappropriate,” he said. On the screen behind him, the teacher was fucking his loudly moaning student.
George folded his arms. His face was stern. Alex knew damn well he was at least half hard in his slacks. “You could be banned from the center for this. What were you thinking?”
Alex ducked his head. “I didn’t think anyone was here,” he muttered. “Please don’t tell anyone. I won’t do it again.” He peeked up through his eyelashes. Sometimes it was almost too easy. “I can’t—If I got caught at home—”
George unfolded his arms, face softening. “I know you didn’t mean to break the rules.” He set the remote down, porn still playing in the background, and came to sit next to Alex on the couch. He set a hand on Alex’s back, the lightest of touches. “I remember when I was your age…sometimes it’s hard to think about anything else, isn’t it?”
Alex nodded, pressing into George’s touch.
“How about this,” George’s voice was low. “I promise not to tell anyone. You won’t get in trouble. I just ask for a favor in return.”
Alex looked up at him, projecting nervousness.
“Nothing bad,” George reassured him. His hand slid around and landed on Alex’s cock, rubbing lightly. “Let me touch you. You want to come, right? You want to feel good? Let me do that for you, and this stays between us.”
Alex let his eyes fall shut. It did feel good, George’s warm hand on him. “Yeah,” he muttered.
“Good,” George said. “You can keep watching your video, if you want. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re watching, not at all. But there’s a time and a place for it, and it’s not here.” George slid his hand inside Alex’s waistband, pulling his cock out. He stroked it, slowly.
Alex looked up at George and let his mouth fall open. “I promise, I won’t do it again.” He shifted his hips. “Fuck, I mean—sorry—that feels good, shit.” He kept his head tipped up. Underneath half-lidded eyes, he watched the pulse in George’s throat speed as he touched Alex. He was going to taste so good.
Alex let the orgasm rush up on him, let George pull it out of him. Why wait? “Oh, oh, shit!” His hips bucked up and he came, a quick easy burst of pleasure as he spilled over George’s hand. George stroked him through it. “Oh wow,” Alex said. Men like George liked the wide-eyed bit.
George smiled at him. “Thank you, Alex,” he said.
Alex grinned at him. “Uh, thank you, sir.” He took George’s hand in his, tentatively. “That’s pretty hot,” he said. He brought George’s hand to his lips and lapped at the come spilled there, eyes on George’s as if he was asking permission. George’s eyebrows went up. Alex licked his lips. “Let me…” He turned onto his knees and swung a leg over, straddling George.
“Oh, Alex, you don’t have to—” George’s hands settled on his hips.
George was fully hard against Alex’s ass, the dirty bastard. “This is okay, right, sir?” Alex asked, voice innocent. He ground back against George’s cock. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
“Mm,” George said. “That does feel nice.” His hands tightened, pressing Alex back harder against him. “But—”
“Can I?” Alex tugged at one of George’s hands, bringing it to his mouth again. He bent his head, opened his mouth, and extended his fangs, sinking them into the flesh of George’s inner wrist, right where the artery flowed closest to the skin. His venom flowed into George with a familiar rush of pleasure.
“Ah!” George hissed, trying to pull his wrist away. Alex held it firmly, lapping at the blood welling from the two small wounds there. It shouldn’t take long at all.
He lapped up a pulse of blood, then another. George groaned softly. He stopped trying to pull his hand away and his other hand fell from Alex’s hip. His head lolled backwards against the couch. His heart sped, beating faster.
Saliva flooded Alex’s mouth. He knelt up, feeling underneath himself for George’s fly. As soon as he had George’s cock out, he pulled his mouth away from George’s wrist. He spat a mouthful of blood and saliva onto George’s cock, stroking enough to get it slick. Then he shimmied out of his shorts.
George stared at him with wide, confused eyes. “Whadju do?” His hand made a brief jerky movement and then fell still.
“Shh.” Alex slung a leg over George again, one hand behind himself so he could seat himself on George’s cock. It was rock hard, and Alex knew it would be exquisitely sensitive. He took George’s wrist up again and brought it to his mouth for one hard suck. “Don’t worry about it, daddy.”
George’s heart beat hard at that.
“You like that, don’t you? Do you make your boys call you daddy? Is that what gets you off?”
Alex rose and fell easily on George’s cock. He took another long pull from the wound at George’s wrist. The blood was rich and sweet, from a healthy man in his prime like George. Alex tasted fear and arousal in equal measure.
“Oh, daddy.” Alex pulled his lips away from George’s wrist, letting George’s fingers smear the blood across his lips as he spoke. “Oh, that feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like it.” He fluttered his eyes. George’s muscles were paralyzed now. He wouldn’t be able to move, no matter how hard he tried. His eyes were fixed on Alex. Alex knew how he looked, riding George’s cock. He knew what men like Geoge liked to hear. “Fill me up, George. I’ve been waiting for a man like you.” Alex trailed a hand down his own neck, across his slender chest, brushing a dark nipple.
George’s breathing had slowed, the muscles of his chest and abdomen struggling against the toxin flooding his system. Alex loved to watch the way panic filled their eyes when the hunger for air hit. George’s eyes showed white all around and they rolled now, darting away and then back to Alex, as if pleading for help.
Alex rolled his hips faster, harder, urging George’s overtaxed body closer to climax. He took up George’s wrist again and tore a fresh wound in the pale flesh of his forearm. “Come for me, daddy,” he murmured, then fastened his mouth to George’s arm to suck out the frantic pulses of blood.
Starved for air, George’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came without moving a muscle. The orgasm surged through every nerve and every cell in his body and it was the purest pleasure Alex ever tasted.
Alex kept sucking, hips rocking slowly as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful until George’s heart slowed dangerously. Alex reluctantly lifted his mouth. He carefully lapped up every last smear of blood from George’s arm, until the only signs of injury left were a few small unhealed cuts.
Alex lifted himself off of George, wiping his mouth clean. His veins thrummed with energy, with life. He felt sated to his very core.
George laid there on the couch, eyes glassy and half lidded, fixed on nothing. His color had taken on the faintest grey undertone. He was still breathing, barely. Maybe his body would recover from the strain and the blood loss, maybe it wouldn’t. Either way it was likely George would be found like this in the morning, lifeless on the youth center couch with his cock out.
Alex grinned to himself, tongue running along the sharp edge of a fang. He almost hoped George did survive. He’d love another shot at this one.