Pike stood against the counter, taking in shadows like a second skin.

His eyes filled with red, the gore color of battle-blackened blood dripping from ancient blades, and Jesse knew he’d just fed.

It was the only way to cease the temptation, to prevent those fangs from seeking his throat in a ravenous hunt for blood and lust.

“If I could control it, then it wouldn’t be much of an eternal punishment, now would it?”

That’s what he said.

The lights of the restaurant trembled, going out under the weight of Pike’s presence and sinking them into a pool of red neon that didn’t entirely touch the demon standing half-devoured in darkness. And Jesse’s heart skipped, too afraid to move closer and opting to stay under the lingering light.

Pike just smiled, casually leaning forward as if he were an ordinary man waiting for Jesse to fall under some enchantment of romance, looking every bit as sexy as he always was—hair tied back and strands touching broad shoulders embraced by a shirt outlining every corded muscle, and decorated in jewelry belonging to decades of victims. But, any illusion of mortality was shattered by a shift in the colors of his eyes when black stretched over white to surround pulsing red irises.

And Jesse wanted to run.

Pike caught a whiff of his fear, and lifted his hand, motioning Jesse forward with fingers carrying silver rings. “Come here.”

His voice was nothing less than erotic, a heady sip of whiskey after hard sex. And when Jesse hesitated, the vampire’s smile widened into lines of pointed canines. “Don’t make me say it twice.”

A tremble of some undefined feeling sank into Jesse’s skin—fear or excitement; he wasn’t sure.

But he liked it, and he obeyed.

Jesse inhaled, knowing he probably wouldn’t get a good, long breath of air after Pike got a hold of him, and he moved closer. With every step, his heart skipped to an unsure rhythm of arousal and anxiety, sensations intensified by the thrill and uncertainty of doing this in a public place that would be opening in no less than an hour.

Of course, none of that mattered to Pike. He didn’t bother worrying about walls of windows that would expose them to potential—and unfortunate—customers or innocent bystanders. This restaurant was his, an abandoned pit he burrowed into like a snake seeking ways to pick and choose victims limitlessly, and Sal had sentenced the city to damnation by abandoning it.

Spineless prick.

Jesse thought with an edge of irritation before he gasped when Pike grabbed him by the wrist and waist, bringing their bodies together.

The vampire’s untamed stare broke through the shadows and met with Jesse’s widened gaze. A hand tightened around his wrist, not enough to break bones but promising to leave bruises. Fingertips dug into his waist, a thumb teasing the edge of Jesse's pants to stroke soft skin with pointed claws.

“Focus, or I’ll face-fuck you with an audience waiting for the nightly special,” Pike smirked, and the threat was set.

Jesse parted his lips, but his response was overcome by a quick noise when Pike started taking in whiffs of his skin. A shiver ran cold down his spine, and a few more following as the vampire traced Jesse’s neck with lips and the slightest brush of fangs, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

When Pike stopped, he lingered over a particular spot before pressing it with a kiss. “Here. Mm, right here.” A predator’s purr escaped him; a growl buried deep under the anticipation and arousal building with every savory inhale. “The spot I’d tear into to bleed you out, to stop your heart.”

Jesse moaned, and Pike’s grip tightened.

The ceiling creaked, and Jesse looked up, trying to figure out if what he heard was something real while Pike hungrily kissed and licked his neck. Then again—someone walking on the second floor.

Sal’s former apartment.

Jesse listened, but heard little more than Pike’s uneven breathing, matching his own, proof the vampire was more excited than expected. Of course, what man wouldn’t be on the verge of giddiness after being promised a blowjob, and Pike’s gentleness was often more dangerous than his lust.

“Pike…?” Jesse whispered in between the vampire’s greedy intakes of scent and skin.

“What?” Annoyance flickered under his response, and he forced Jesse’s hand down to where his erection waited.

A flush crossed Jesse’s face as he traced the hard length growing under tight jeans, eventually finding the tip inches down the man’s leg. “I think…something is moving…on the second floor.”

“So?”

Jesse looked up, feeling Pike reach under his shirt and slid to his chest. “What if someone’s up there? A bugler or something?”

A small chuckle vibrated over his collarbone. “Out of all the buildings to break into, right?” Pike pinched his nipples, rubbing them until Jesse was making noises that satisfied his senses. “Don’t worry; it’s just Sal.”

Another cruel snicker escaped him, a chuckle that carried the giggling of lesser demons.

And Jesse glanced to him, eyes tense and unamused by the asshole response.

Pike squeezed his ass, groping it and slipping fingers in between to tease Jesse’s hole with the fabric of his pants.

“Don’t you…think there’s something wrong with this city? Strange…things…happenin—ah!” He inhaled, a sharp gasp lifted by the sudden movement of Pike’s fingers and pointed teeth marking a circle around his nipple. And Jesse shivered, feeling that long tongue lapping up droplets of blood surrounding sensitive peaks of flesh.

Neither of them spoke for several moments while Pike sucked and chewed on his chest, flicking Jesse’s stiff nipples with his tongue to the point of pain. The good kind that sent waves of heat down to his thighs. And that same heat played against his asshole, responding to the vampire’s repeated finger strokes by twitching in anticipation to be used and filled. 

“What do you care?” Pike stopped everything but his fingers, which made it hard to concentrate on the sudden seriousness of his tone in contrast to the frightening-but-sexy side smile. A hard thigh moved in between Jesse’s legs, pressing into his groin and lifting him to his toes, forcing him to hook his arm around Pike’s neck for balance.

The vampire didn’t move, and Jesse buried his flushed face into his shoulder.

“I-I…just…”

That tongue drove into the dark tunnel of his ear, sending tremors through Jesse’s body that weakened his knees and caused his erection to grow tighter. Pike licked his ear, making it red with raw pain and wet with saliva.

“As long as you show up to work on time and spread your legs, then you’re one lucky slut,” Pike smiled, both menacing and beautiful. The color of his eyes darkened, shifting with shadows swimming in bloody pupils. “Because there isn’t a god damn thing in this city that I can’t rip apart.”

Jesse shivered at the sudden rush of longing that rolled through him—a greedy and arrogant feeling of security given to him by the immortal demon embracing him. And Pike smiled, his eyes healing and becoming their tea-color once more.

“W-Well, lately, I’ve…”

And in a movement too quick for human resistance, Pike forced his thumb into Jesse’s mouth, pinching down on his tongue and gripping his chin to urge his jaw open. His eyes blinked tears, and he moaned when the vampire threatened his mouth with sharp pricks. “You know, for someone afraid of terrors roaming these filthy streets, you’re not too concerned with the one before you. If you’re really worried, then shut the fuck up and kneel, pretty boy.”

Pike smiled, baring several rows of teeth—or it was possibly just an illusion crafted by shadows.

Doubt it. He thought and sank to his knees with Pike’s eternal stare cutting into his soul.

Looking up, Jesse saw demon eyes and darkness, tense hands gripping the counter and claws tapping in rhythm—that song.

That wordless melody made his heart falter.

Was it like that for Pike? Did that song revive feeling within him that he didn’t understand, but craved?

The questions were on the tip of his tongue, but ones he'd never ask.

After two or more heartbeats, Pike grew impatient and stretched his hand over Jesse’s head, a grip that felt larger—much larger.

Claws poked the back of his neck, and Jesse undid Pike’s pants, his hips moving on their own accord to thoughts of choking on this demon’s cock. He was almost too afraid to look up, fearing he’d stare too intensely into the darkness where Pike stood.

With a tug, Pike’s cock escaped from his briefs, smacking Jesse’s face with heat and hard, limited patience. Pre-cum dripped down thick veins and onto his neck, doses he cleaned up with eager kisses to the tip, and a firm grip latched onto Jesse's head.

The restaurant was hot as hell. Nothing turned on except the neon sign beaming in the window, not even the fans, which might’ve helped the feverish waves of warm vibes from taking over his body. Outside, people walked past the building—laughing groups of friends, solitary souls in a hurry to catch their bus, and shadows with no masters lingering too close to the window. If anyone curious enough would’ve peeked in and focused past the bloodstain of neon and blotches of darkness, they might see everything that was going on, and unfortunately, find themselves unable to look away from the vampire staring back at them.

Thankfully, Sal’s restaurant was nothing special. It didn’t have a regular cliental outside of desperate people seeking a last resort to end their midnight cravings. There wouldn’t be a line, and nobody would bother waiting for the place to open.

Above them, Jesse heard more movement, sounds that made him question his sanity while he rubbed his face into Pike’s erection. And finally, taking the head into his mouth in a slow swallow. He pulled out in a pop of air to foolishly tease Pike, who, thankfully, seemed amused as he rocked his hips, stroking Jesse’s face and neck with claws.

Too much teasing and Pike would fuck him messy on the counter with not a care in the world. And the thought was arousing, a little fantasy he’d never, ever admit since Pike would be sure to make it a reality.

Jesse arched his back, positioning himself in a way that stuck out his hips and ass, the only way to relieve the twitching of his lonely asshole that begged for the thick cock penetrating less-lonely mouth.

Pike snarled, and Jesse opened wide, preparing himself for the heavy thrust that came and sent several thick inches down this throat. 

His eyes rolled back, and he chocked for a few deep inhales. 

“Fuck, your throat is tight,” Strong hips began fucking Jesse's face, and Pike clamped down on his nipples, pulling and twisting them mercilessly. “Tightens up like your asshole, especially when I play with your tits.”

Jesse moaned, his sounds becoming muffled vibrations on the man’s skin. And a trembling hand slipped down in between his legs, but Pike’s painful grip on his head intensified. “I don’t think so, princess,” The vampire grinned, but his eyes narrowed in a fox demon’s deviousness. “Put your hands on the floor and keep them there.”

Tears reached the corners of his eyes, filling his stare with a watery sheen that only drove Pike’s cock deeper at a quicker pace. "If you wanna cum, use my dick, not your hands."

Jesse dry-humped the air, rocking his hips while his hands squeezed into balls against the tile, and he whimpered. The throbbing in his pants was becoming more and more unbearable to longer it remained untouched, leaving nothing but the feeling of wet fabric.

“You’re a damn mess down there, aren’t you? Soaking your pants when you’ve got work in less than thirty minutes.” Pike didn’t laugh, but it was there on the edge of his voice. His eyes, still glistening like tea brewing under an autumn light, a beautiful sight that stirred Jesse’s insides. A blush darkened his face, and he saw hearts when Pike’s smile became more transparent through the shadows, no longer carrying its deadly undertone. Jesse moved quicker, matching Pike’s hips and taking in the scent of another man—the smell of cigarettes and body spray mixing with blood lingering after his last meal.

Then, in a single, gag-inducing thrust, Jesse's throat jumped and tightened as every hard inch was shoved into his throat until his nose met the hair of the vampire's groin. Pike's muscles tightened, flexing in restraint as let out a sharp snarl, and sent his thick, hot seed down Jesse’s throat in a heavy drink. And Jesse was held there, forced to choke on the flood of cum Pike gifted to him. 

Jesse’s hips kept moving like an unsatisfied bitch in heat, his hands nearly give in and reached for his erection, but he kept them on the floor. His body shuddered, reaching its limit, and he drenched his pants in cum. 

Pike snatched him by the face, squeezing hard until his cheeks were puffed, and his lips parted, then pulling out and pumping the rest of his load across Jesse’s face.

There’s…so much. Streams of cum fell like tears, dripping from his nose and out of the corners of his mouth as he knelt in an erotic trance. He coughed, attempting to sip up what he could to please his vampire. 

In the space between one heartbeat and the next, Jesse blinked, looking to see the return of Pike’s vampiric appearance gasping with murderous intent—red eyes glowing like a brimstone path to Hell’s gates and fangs dripping with saliva after having grown twice their size.

A wave of terror forced him to retreat backward, but Pike caught Jesse's arm quicker than a snare around a rabbit’s throat and lifted him into an iron embrace. 

Jesse expected pain, the searing burn of fangs ripping into his throat—a pain he knew would come eventually. 

But, instead, there was little pressure, a mortal bite with a brief sting. 

Pike did this several times, decorating Jesse’s tender skin with bite marks drawing trickles of blood, red gold he lapped up like a greedy hound. 

Their bodies rubbed together, hips grinding until Jesse was ready to cum again. He tried escaping, too afraid of the overwhelming feeling building inside him, but Pike didn’t let that happen. And he was shaking too. 

Jesse threw his head back, dipping in the vampire’s embrace with an arch and crying out in ecstasy, then in distress when Pike tore into his throat with a more painful bite.

Panting and shaking with the leftovers of a mind-numbing lust, Jesse hung limp while the vampire fed, listening to the gasping sounds of a demon struggling the maintain control.

And darkness draped over his eyes.

He tasted blood and felt the throbbing of a fresh wound on his neck.

The bell on the door rang, and Jesse blinked awake.

Everything was blurry, rippling like disturbed waters at night, and eventually, he focused on the door—catching the quickest glimpse of Pike’s shadow as it crawled up the outside window.

And he was gone.