The everyday monsters in our lives

He was drunk, the vampyre rather clearly noticed and moved away. He listened to him and just hummed, but he did follow him to the railing. It seemed that Cesare seemed to have a lot of ideas for why Joe would be doing what he did, and some could be true but Joe wasnt even considering any of it. “I know what you desire.” He argued. He wasnt stupid, nor blind or incapable of feeling. It was quite obvious. “You were touching my skin like you couldnt get enough.” He sighed, before he chuckled softly. “You’ve kissed me twice and now you’re the one saying that I’ll use you. Why do you care? Would you not have kissed me in those moments regardless of what you think I would be feeling? Did you do that anyway?” He asked, frowning as he moved closer. “Is this not what you wanted when you took me to the hotel when we first met? What had changed?”

He frowned lightly at the reply, because he wasnt even sure what to really believe. Especially as Cesare made his confession about the hotel. Now that was a load of shit wasnt it? The vampyre had asked so many questions regarding his type and what he liked. Had it only been to get to know him? No, he refused to believe that. They ended up being face to face and Joe furrowed his brows a little. Even if the vampyre was taller and naturally superior in strength, would the human not let himself be intimidated. “Did you get to know me then? Or did Sadie tell you all you needed to know before?” He asked, switching between his eyes. “Push me away then. Prove me wrong.” He urged him before he reached out to grab his collar, pulling him down for a kiss.

He could feel how the vampyre was reciprocating it, so tenderly as well. As he stepped away Joe looked at him, seeing the betrayal but he didnt understand why. What was keeping him away? That he didnt know how Joe felt? That he felt like a scapegoat? Joe followed as Cesare went inside but he kept a distance to the vampyre as he could see how visibly affected he was by it all. The offer made him furrow his brows lightly. Did he really mean that? Why didnt Joe believe that? “Fine. Then go on. Do it. Find me someone. Would that make you feel better? Would you want to watch as well? No, you wouldnt like that. I bet you’re a coward just like you called me. Isnt that right?” He had to ask the last bit. He scoffed and shook his head. He could feel the anger press on again and he frankly rather wanted to be elsewhere at this point. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He said, putting down the water bottle that he hadnt even opened as he went for the door.

When Cesare moved to stand in front of him, Joe looked almost annoyed. But he was stopped and he did want to hear what the vampyre had to say. He hummed at the question. The vampyre was of course right but in no way would Joe admit to it. Benjamin Joe Harris attracted to a vampyre in his sober state? No, he couldnt let it be known. This felt necessary. He was pushed but he also just rather followed so he wouldnt tumble. Ending up on the bed, the vampyre moved fast. He grit his teeth a little as the vampyre touched him. He didnt answer the question but he did stretch his neck for him. A soft moan left his lips as the vampyre bit him. “Go on.” He muttered, feeling his body tingle with emotions he hadnt really felt before. It was all enhanced by the alcohol too, so he wasnt complaining, well other than moans to show that he liked it.

He let the vampyre control the situation, which was probably only appropriate when Joe had little to no experience. Or he had, but it wasnt any good experience that he could use. Cesare definitely seemed to know what to do and Joe watched him move down, lifting his butt as he was undressed halway. The fact that he was still clothed left him a little flush in colour from how his body was heating up but he would need it. The cold lips felt like icecubes were placed on him but somehow he liked it. His body was working hard to withstand the heat, his cheeks all warm and his heart beating like crazy. He moaned feeling the tongue on him before the lips followed. He pushed up on his elbows for a better view, grasping at the linen. “Oh gods.” He moaned, letting his head fall back a little. He did rather quickly get used to the cold, though the hands that soon grasped his hips would make goosebumps appear until he warmed them up. The good thing about being a human was that contact with skin made his body warm up quicker where he was touched.
He quite enjoyed it which the vampyre would be able to see hear and tell. He moved a hand to grasp at his hair but he wasnt stopping or pushing at all. His eyes fell into his skull, gritting his teeth as the vampyre took him in deeper and deeper. He felt so tight in his throat but Joe didnt even realize that he was that far. He felt so on edge already, but then again, the vampyre seemed to be giving it his all. Joe had said that this wasnt something he often did. So how was he supposed to last long? His breath began hitching and goosebumps spread as the tension was growing down below. “Cesare..” he moaned softly in warning, gritting his teeth as he had a hard time holding back.

The way that the vampyre just kept going really put Joe on edge until he eventually just had to tip over. He fell back onto the bed, moaning rather surprised at how Cesare seemed so experienced at this. It fogged his mind with a fuzzy warm feeling and he knew that he was sweating a little under his clothes now. But the wanrth felt good. He groaned at how the vampyre still had him in his mouth to empty him completely before letting go. He was panting and his heart was going crazy while he was calming down, looking at Cesare as he stepped back to look at him. The vampyre got out of his shirt and joined him again. “Why did you take off your shirt if you werent thinking that we’ll continue?” He asked, reaching out to touch the vampyre’s chest, feeling the soft cold skin that felt almost surreal and yet so appealing.

He knew that vampyres were supposed to be appealing but there definitely was more than just a trick of the eye when Joe looked at him. He was only lucky that he could blame it on alcohol because he didnt want Cesare to even have that kind of power over him. He was helped out of his clothes and laid on the bed. He did have a pretty human body despite the many scars, some from childhood, others from fighting in his adult life. Some were more apparent than the others but Cesare could probably see anything he wanted to see. He grit his teeth as he felt the mouth on his nipple, squirming lightly. It wasnt a feeling he was rather used to. But that would just be another line to the list he would have soon.
“Not really.” He answered truthfully. There had been mild experimentation but nothing noteworthy. He listened to the explanation, gritting his teeth as the vampyre began touching him. “This will take some getting used to.” He muttered, groaning lightly at the feeling. He knew he had to trust that the vampyre wouldnt hurt him. His chest was heaving and he let out some deep breaths to relax, though he wouldnt say he was just completely relaxing. He arched his back a little as Cesare pushed a finger in, grabbing his arm, frowning a little. “Slower.” He muttered, but would let him continue.

Joe would have just expected that the vampyre only just went slower, but he pulled out and moved him further up the bed. Joe followed but wasnt sure what Cesare had in mind for them. Well at least until the vampyre moved down between his legs. His breath was a little unsteady, his mouth slightly open as he was focused on the man between his legs. He soon felt his mouth and it was way wetter and slippery than the fingers had been. Joe moaned, though he was still only adjusting to the feeling.
He was told to relax and he tried to keep his body calm, though for one, what Cesare did felt good enough to make him tense up and the other was that it was also so new that he tensed up at any feeling he got from this. He relaxed after a while and it was good that the vampyre had patience. “Would you really have had someone else experience this with me?” He asked once the vampyre was back at fingering him, though the question probably sounded like a mockery, it was a genuine wonder Joe had. “Doesnt it warm your cold old heart?” He asked, reaching down to pull the vampyre up for a kiss. He couldnt say that he liked the taste of himself but it didnt stop him from indulging in Cesare’s lips, pushing his warm chest up to touch the cold one.

The vampyre pulled away and Joe frowned lightly as he was trying to understand what he had said wrong. He had merely pulled on the fact that he thought that Cesare could get the feeling of warmth through this, but thinking back, he realized it could sound rather mocking. The vampyre left and Joe found his underwear and put it on before he went to the terrace to see the vampyre quite visibly upset. He sighed and went over to the vampyre, pushing him to sit back. “I didnt mean it like that.” He said, if he had managed to push him back would he stand between his legs. “I’m sorry.” He said, quite soft in tone before he moved his hands down to cup the cold face in his own warm. “I want to make you feel good too. What can I do?”

“Yes.” Joe replied. But what the vampyre then asked for wasnt exactly what Joe had had in mind. He realized that there wasnt anything he could do now. His hands were removed and he watched him hold them, scoffing as the vampyre made it clear that he could sleep here. “No.” He shook his head. He wasnt going to stay here.
He pulled away from Cesare before he heard the vampyre’s last words, walking back in to get dressed, although a slight bit clumsy, he didnt want to stick around now. But maybe that had been the plan all along. To not stick around. To not be sober. To not admit to the truth. So why was he still here? Joe left the hotelroom and went out, lighting a cigarette as he was slowly but surely sobering up at this point so he sought another kick of something. He didnt want to be sober just yet, so he would wander until he found a place to get a drink. Why did the vampyre have to make it so complicated? He felt quite annoyed at that.

Finding a bar wasnt easy and he had to walk a while in his own thoughts until he eventually found one that wouldnt rip him off his savings completely. He didnt even care where he was. He got the drink and took a long drawn out sip before he got out his keys, just fiddling with them, trying to get his mind to calm down. He wanted to go right back and cuss the vampyre out, but what good would that do for either of them. Eventually he did notice eyes on him but he just remained where he sat, sipping off his drink, lighting a cigarette at some point too. He could see that he was running low. He would have to find a corner store somewhere, which could be a challenge. But for now he was savouring one of the last cigarettes he had. The last would be saved for the hunt after a new package.

The stranger approaching him made him frown as he looked at him, unsure what to even say. Yes he was struggling, but did he want to discuss that in an open bar? And with a stranger? He just kept quiet, taking the last sip of his drink as he watched him cautiously. He didnt get any warnings from him, so for now he could relax. The man got them drinks and Joe looked at it, inspecting it before he took a sip. It was strong stuff and he scrunched his face at the taste.
“Now that is just a load of crap.” He muttered, taking another sip of the drink before he shook his head. Joe wasnt exactly a patient man. He looked at the drink before he lifted it to the stranger as a sort of thanks for the drink.