Preacher of the Holy Word

“Blind? I may be old, but my vision is as perfect as ever. Better, even,” he murmured down to Cecil, following the man’s weight as they made it over to the bed with underwear separating them. He pushed Cecil’s hips down, pressing his ass against the soft sheets and slid a hand up along the man’s warm, toned thigh until it hooked below the knee. Josh swiveled his hips, pressing his crotch against Cecil with the man’s hands toying at his muscled sides. 

Josh honed in on Cecil’s heart, a quick pace orchestrated by the human’s soft moans and the quick breaths it followed. His own breaths mirrored Cecil’s, barely above a whisper with his lips returning to his. Kissing enhanced the feeling of warm fingers lowering to his belt, slowly but surely undoing the device that kept Joshua’s lower half clothed and cock away from the human. 

Josh held back a laugh at Cecil’s adorable, perhaps coffee-fueled, rambling. The vamp grinned while rolling his head at an angle, nodding once, “Having you here is permission enough. Unless that is an issue?” he mused. Josh closed his eyes as they kissed and the hand on Cecil’s side soon snaked around the male’s torso, bringing him closer against Josh’ cool, muscled, body. 

The blush was a wonderful sight. While partially obscured, what Josh saw was enough to grow his desire for the human. He lowered his eyes, hand resting on Cecil’s shoulder once he took the coat off. Josh tilted his head at an angle, “It’s not an issue, truly. Having you here does plenty to my appetite,” he whispered back with a knowing gaze. The vampire slid his hand from Cecil’s shoulder to cheek, thumbing there carefully. How’d he earn it? For being handsome, of course.

Josh helped Cecil up gently, thumbing the back of the man’s warm hand while looking him over. If he was hot now, it’s only telling how much better he’ll look unclothed and under the vampire. Teeth teetering on the man’s neck, teasing but not dipping in. It sent shivers down his spine. “Together, sharing a bed perhaps?” he suggested after Cecil donned his coat and scarf. With Cecil all bundled up, he led the way into the cool night and further down the street.

Josh bowed his head, sure enough pleased that even then Cecil would look for him. They’d met not too long ago and the vampire was confident in saying they hit it off well. He honed in on Cecil’s laugh, the soft sound between them that allured and attracted Josh further. Cecil’s a fine man in appearance, but his soft laughs and gentle teasing? Even more desirable to the Vampire. “That’s no way to spend an evening,” Josh gently tutted back, slipping out of the booth. He offered his hand to Cecil, smiling all the while.

He laughed, lowering his head over the cup in his hand, catching another glimpse of Cecil’s hand as it brushed along his cool, toned chest. “I can tell. I am pleased to introduce you to coffee beyond those office pots and...keurigs.” The Keurig was something he never used before, but he did see it from time to time when frequenting the town. Josh smiled over, “If you want to blame me, you will have to find me. Maybe then you can borrow the ring.” he teased, sipping on his drink. 

He didn’t expect Cecil to moan, but it’s enough to widen his smile. His heart would have raced if he were alive, wanting more of those sweet sounds from the human’s lips. Perhaps Joshua could be the cause, instead? Josh’s eyes flickered from Cecil’s to their hands, “I must have hooked you on a late night dealer, hm?” he entertained in return. 

Joshua was certain that the lifted hands were defensive, but Cecil did no wrong. He was only six; how could he? The vampire rolled his shoulders as he picked up his mug, slowly blowing over the steaming coffee. “Maybe so,” he felt arguing about it was worthless. He much rather wanted to keep Cecil in his grasp, as the architect was a good soul while charming on the eyes.

Joshua never did come across Cecil in his years of living in Cyanide. Whether a result of his ‘hiding’ in Vampire territory or otherwise, the handsome man only recently walked into his life. Vampires dominated the town while humans picked up the crumbs to desperately live in a place of rigged opportunities. His brown eyes, previously full of mirth and amusement of their earlier talk, lost its playful charm. A look of concern fell on Joshua, but it wasn’t acted on. Cecil might have been six, yet the attacking vamp didn’t care. 

“Maybe so,” he said, surveying Cameron yet again, “but you haven’t. Your phone isn’t out, for starters,” he remarked. Josh tilted his head a tad. He’s tempted to smile under the boy’s incessant smirks and joking tone, but Cameron coming to him wasn’t a joke. He needed something. Desperately. Joshua waved a hand, “You show know what I’m offering. I’m old enough to have a fortune in my back pocket and then some. There’s a reason why the rich are hard to find.”

“Precisely,” he said in a single nod. The vampire liked to drink here and again, but blood came first. If he were to dine on actual food, he’d just get nauseous. At least, that’s usually the case. A little coffee like tonight, paired with Cecil’s company, didn’t hurt in the slightest. The conversation was much like Josh in this case: Dead and hard to get back. 

Oh now. He didn’t say that, but it’s easy enough to assume so. Joshua rose his shoulders and cocked his head aside, smile spreading on his handsome features. “Not at all. Even nonhumans can...savor it,” he hummed up to Dimitri. Club music going, crowd warming him up to pass Josh off as human, and Dimitri’s attention made for an interesting situation. 

Joshua has lived long enough to know life’s cycle. It’s ups and downs, endings and beginnings. Finding that rhythm only takes one hundred years, at least. It’s maddening to the immortal that try to break free from the clutches of consistency and normalcy, like Joshua. He settled in Cyanide for the unpredictable. It’s the wildcards that keep him ‘alive’ these days.