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“What the hell are you watching?”
“Vampire porn.”
“What?”
“I borrowed it from Aoi. It’s about this guy who gets turned into a vampire and is driven to fuck all these other hot guys because of his eternal thirst for blood and come. I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s really hot.” Dante turned the TV off and smiled at Kale. “Of course I don’t have to watch this anymore, since I have my very own tall and hunky vampire.”
“I’m only half vampire, remember?”
“I know, I know.” Dante tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hey, do you still drink blood? I mean, I know you don’t have to, but have you ever… you know, bitten anyone?”
“I can drink blood, but I’ve only done it once and it wasn’t a terribly pleasant experience.” Kale did not like where this conversation was going. He loved Dante to death but the boy was really too curious for his own good.
“Would you ever think o--”
“No, Dante!” Kale shook his head. Dante had no idea what he was asking or the risk involved. Kale was not going to lose another lover over this mess.
While Kale didn’t have to drink blood to survive, it still gave him a rush like nobody’s business. The last person he drank from had freaked out and never spoken to him again. Of course that was after he had called Kale a whole bunch of very unflattering names. Nothing hurt more than someone you loved calling you a monster.
“Why?”
“Remember what happened last time a vampire tried to feed on you?”
“That doesn’t count.” Dante crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. “I panicked because I didn’t know Rolan was a vampire… or your dad for that matter. I thought I was just getting laid, not part of the dinner menu. It would be different with you.”
“I don’t know… I--” Kale took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. He had always been lousy at explaining things especially to Dante. “There’s a lot of control and trust involved.”
Dante crawled into Kale’s lap and nuzzled his cheek. “How is that any different than when you’re being a dom?”
“Because, me playing at being your master won’t kill you.” Kale grabbed Dante’s chin and forced the boy to look at him. “If I lose control while I’m drinking from you I could take too much an--”
Dante leaned in and kissed Kale on the lips. It was brief, but Kale could still taste him. “I trust you, Kale.” He looked deep into Kale’s pale blue eyes. “Hell, you know my body better then I do.”
“What happens if I lose control?”
“You won’t.” Dante’s tail trailed over Kale’s thigh. “You’d never hurt me like that. I know that much.”
“Dante…”
“Please, Kale.” Dante tilted his head back, baring his throat. “I’m curious; I want to know what it’s like.”