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Jolly could smell burning flesh. Not simply human flesh on a funeral pyre, but the acrid stench the sun made as it tore into vampire skin. Not an unusual scent to get the occasional whiff of, sometimes clothes weren't as protective as one hoped, but it filled the air and Jolly's nose, dredging up unpleasant memories of the old vampire hunts.

A few of the humans around Jolly waved at the air around them, noses wrinkling. You knew things were bad if even humans could smell it.

Moving with the flow of pavement traffic, Jolly followed the smell. He quickly came to an alley, the sun at his back as he headed down it, towards a lone dumpster. Someone whimpered. The burning smell grew stronger. Jolly peered around the dumpster and, gripping the handle of his parasol tightly, immediately recognised the human he'd met weeks ago.

Jolly's mechanic had a new apprentice, a tall young man with flopping dark hair, round cheeks and a broad, crooked grin. Jolly liked to know the people whose services he paid for by name and Noah had been surprised but polite in introducing himself, assuring Jolly that Kath would still be doing most of his car's service and he'd be lucky if he got to do more than watch, hand her tools and change the oil. He'd seemed satisfied with that lot, eager to learn from a skilled mechanic.

Staring at the wretch huddled in the shadow of a dumpster, Jolly wondered what had happened to that man. The young vampire's eyes were focused on the backs of his trembling, blistered hands, perhaps in too much pain to have noticed Jolly. He wore only a singlet, shorts and shoes, wholly inadequate protection from the spring sun burning behind Jolly; he hadn't known he'd need more than that.

Nobody had told him.

Jolly did his best to push down the rage that wanted to overwhelm him. To abandon a vampire you just sired was deeply irresponsible. If they didn't figure it out and go on a killing spree, they would just get sick. Sick from thirst, sick from hunger when they lost the ability to digest their food, sick from sleep deprivation and fevers and nausea and...

Sobbing, Noah curled into a tight ball.

Jolly crouched in front of him. "Noah?"

Noah didn't seem to hear him.

Delicately, Jolly touched an unburned patch of skin on his arm. "Noah."

Flinching, Noah hit his head against the dumpster.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm gonna help you," Jolly assured him, though he wasn't sure Noah was aware of his words.

Jolly pulled out his phone and called Nick.

"I need a lift," he told him, quickly explaining the situation.

Nick grumbled a little, having been woken ridiculously early in the afternoon, but told Jolly he was on his way.

Next, he texted a few blood donors to see if anyone was available tonight.

Noah had stopped crying and was instead staring listlessly.

"Noah?"

He drunkenly lifted his head to look at Jolly and blinked slowly.

"I'm gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? You're gonna be alright."

Jolly's text tone chimed.

Audrey had responded to ask Jolly when he'd like a visit.

He briefly summarised, telling her to get to his place in about an hour if she was alright with working with freshly-turned vampires and promising that not only was Noah too weak to be a danger to a kitten, Jolly would make absolutely sure that she would be safe.

"I'm getting you food," he told Noah as he waited for her reply, "Real food, that you can actually keep down. I bet you haven't been able to eat lately, huh?"

He didn't look like a mechanic's apprentice anymore.

Nick showed up with his own parasol in one hand and a blanket in the other. "Shit," he commented, peering over his sunglasses at Noah, "Who did this?"

"They better watch their back," Jolly said darkly, "They can't hide from me."

He helped Nick get the blanket around Noah's shoulders to protect him from the sun and together they helped him to his feet and walked him to Nick's car. Given how pliant and incapable he was, Jolly was impressed that Noah had apparently dressed himself and left the house this morning. Maybe the sun had pushed him over the edge, from seriously ill to delirious.

They got a few stares as they took their quarry up to Jolly's apartment.

"We probably look like the world's worst kidnappers right now," Nick commented when they reached Jolly's door.

Jolly huffed a laugh at that. "Hold on, let me get my keys."

Figuring that it would make feeding him easiest, they covered the couch in the living room with a blanket and deposited Noah there.

"Home, sweet home," Nick declared, rubbing his hands as if to clean them, "Need anything else?"

"Not right now, you can get back to sleep," Jolly told him, turning the AC down, "But if you can poke around for me..."

Nick nodded, looking at Noah. "Whoever did this is getting their ass kicked."

He showed himself out as Jolly headed to the bathroom for supplies. Although he knew to be careful and wear sun protection, he kept a few things on hand just in case he got caught out and couldn't feed.

Noah looked a little better when he returned, blinking at the room around him with a furrowed brow.

"Water?" Jolly offered, holding up the glass he'd brought.

Noah opened his mouth to speak, only to start coughing weakly.

Sitting beside him, Jolly waited for the fit to pass before holding the glass to his lips.

Noah lifted his hands to take the glass, but Jolly could feel that he wasn't strong enough to hold it on his own. He instead let Noah guide him to tilt the glass enough to drink.

"I brought ibuprofen. For the pain." He helped Noah take some, giving him more water to swallow it down, then set about rubbing lotion on Noah's burns.

Although Jolly could quickly recover from just about anything with a good feed, young vampires were a different story. Freshly-turned vampires were especially weak, aside from being completely uncharted territory for Jolly. He'd never cared for one before and had himself been turned in a very different world, kept isolated until he was strong enough to protect himself. He hoped that Audrey's blood would help him heal, even this soon after being turned.

Speaking of Audrey...

"I'll be right back," Jolly told Noah as he got up to answer the knock at his door.

"Early call," Audrey greeted.

"Sorry, it's urgent." He stood back to let her in.

"You said you just found him? Alone?"

He shrugged, leading her to the lounge room. "Yep. Newly-turned and abandoned. I met him as a human not long ago."

"Does that happen a lot?"

"Never." He stopped her before they went in, lowering his voice. "Once he's had a feed, do you think you can get him talking? I wanna find out who turned him."

Audrey nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

Noah stared as they came in.

"Noah, this is Audrey," Jolly introduced, taking a seat beside him, "She's a blood donor."

He blinked at Audrey as she sat on his other side.

"Heard you've had a rough day," she said gently, stroking his cheek with a light touch as she draped her other arm over the back of the couch so Jolly could reach it, "Jolly's gonna kiss it better, okay? You just need to open your mouth for him."

Jolly sank his fangs into her arm, blood filling his mouth easily. Noah's own fangs wouldn't develop for a long time yet, leaving him to tear into flesh with rough human teeth. As Jolly's fangs retracted from Audrey's arm, her skin closed back up behind them; he didn't even leave a mark when he fed.

Taking Noah's chin, Jolly turned his head to face him.

"Open your mouth for him, Noah," Audrey prompted.

He looked bewildered, lips parted enough that Jolly could lean in to seal their mouths together, pushing Audrey's blood and his saliva to him. Noah tried to lean back, but Jolly gripped the back of his head, keeping him in place.

Noah didn't put up much of a fight; he froze for a moment, swallowed, then readily drank the remaining blood from Jolly's mouth.

"Good boy," Audrey soothed, kissing the corner of Noah's mouth when he and Jolly parted.

Jolly quickly filled his mouth from her arm again, relieved that Noah was drinking.

"Come on, he's got more for you, look."

Again, Noah needed some guidance to find Jolly's lips, but he eagerly drank once he found them, even licking into his mouth for more. He was too weak to stop Jolly from pulling away, but followed his lips to Audrey's arm closely, as if he was worried he'd lose them.

Although Audrey kept talking to him, telling him he was a good boy and stroking his hair, he lost all interest in her, completely focused on Jolly and the blood he offered. This starved, he must have been running solely on instinct. Jolly didn't even think that he knew that there were sources of blood other than Jolly's mouth.

Which suited Jolly perfectly. He didn't want Noah biting Audrey, but even if he did, his body wasn't developed enough to process blood on its own. He needed Jolly's saliva to help it saturate his body properly, he'd probably have to drain a body to get what Jolly could give him in a couple of mouthfuls.

Of course, Jolly wasn't stopping at a couple. He kept feeding Noah until Audrey's bracelet beeped in warning.

"That's me," Audrey said, looking at it to see her levels, "Thirsty one, huh?"

"I wasn't sure what to do if he was too sick to drink," Jolly replied, "Thank god."

"Think you'll call in someone else?"

"Nah."

Noah looked ready to drink his weight in blood, but Jolly didn't want to overfeed him.

"You need to sleep," Jolly told him firmly, "Give it time to soak in."

He rasped a protest, coughing again.

Audrey rubbed his back, frowning. "You're okay, Jolly's gonna take care of you." She looked at Jolly. "You looking for anything else tonight?"

"I'm good." He stood, heading to the kitchen for the stash of money he kept for home visits. He counted out a few bills and returned, handing them to Audrey. "I'm calling it a full service."

She counted the bills with a frown. "Sure I can't get you off before I go?"

He looked at Noah. He was more relaxed now, head on Audrey's shoulder as he slowly blinked at Jolly.

"I'd feel bad," Audrey told him with a pout, "You did all this work, let me give you a little something."

"Well, when you put it like that..." Jolly smiled, shaking his head. He turned to Noah. "Stay here and get some sleep, okay?"

They settled Noah on the couch and he began to doze off quickly.

"I hope I'll see you again," Audrey told him, ruffling his hair before following Jolly to his bedroom.

Although Jolly didn't get to drink from her this time, he couldn't say that Audrey had nothing else to offer. He'd been seeing her for a few years now and she knew him well, had a way of flipping a switch and becoming the perfect lay for him, calling him sir, pleading, touching him just right. Even a little low on blood, she gave him nothing to complain about and left only his slight thirst unsatisfied, though he at least still had the taste of her blood on his tongue.

They crept into the lounge room, finding Noah sound asleep on the couch. Already, his blisters looked much better.

"New vampire," Audrey whispered when they reached the entryway, "That just hit me."

"Mm. Guess I'll have to introduce him to everyone."

An unpleasant prospect. Jolly wasn't a big participant in larger vampire society, preferring to keep to the small group of trusted friends he'd surrounded himself with. Noah's sire should have had the responsibility of inducting him into their world, but unless they suddenly showed up and said they were very sorry, it probably fell to Jolly.

As Nick tried to blow out the final candle, he felt a chill run through his body, the kind he'd learned to associate with magical happenings. He paused, looking around, but found nothing out of place, so he tried again. The flame wavered, but didn't die. He blew again, jumping when the other candles he'd blown out sputtered to life all at once.

"You called?"

Nick looked up. Just like that, a demon had appeared in the summoning circle. He was tall and covered in sigils from the neck down, dark horns curling up from his head. His leathery wings fluttered a little as his tail flicked, dark eyes on Nick. Nick had to gaze back or else he'd definitely stare at the demon's dick and balls. He'd been expecting a loincloth, at least.

Nick sat up. "I'm looking for demonic assistance in my practice."

"I can give you that." The demon's gaze wandered over Nick's body. "If you're strong enough."

"I'm ready for your test."

"Really? You're still dressed. Let me see you."

Swallowing, Nick stood. "What do I call you?" he asked as he shed his ritual gown.

"You'll call me... Noah."

Under the gown, Nick wore a crop top and shorts stitched with protective sigils. Noah was still giving him an expectant look, so he pulled off the top.

"Have you worked with other witches?"

"I've been summoned for rituals, but I've never possessed one." His eyes drank in Nick's naked body. "Come into the circle and let me possess you."

Nick stepped in, the soles of his feet tingling.

Noah took his face in his clawed hands and tilted it up, his long tongue pushing between Nick's lips. Nick had a terrible gag reflex, but the demon's tongue didn't trigger it as it slid down his throat, likely searching for the magical point there. Their lips touched, but it wasn't a kiss of any kind, just a result of what Noah was doing. His tongue felt like it waded between every muscle and blood vessel in Nick's neck, slithering around his spine and windpipe before withdrawing.

"Maybe you are strong enough," Noah murmured, "Get on your hands and knees."

Nick sank to his knees, a little apprehensive. He was a wine and dine kind of guy.

"There's lube," Nick told him.

"You don't need it," Noah replied, "This isn't sex."

It was kind of sex.

The snow was falling gently by the time Nick headed home after work, flakes illuminated by warm streetlights. Already, it had thinly coated the footpath, reminding him of icing sugar on a brownie. Distracted as he was by it, he nearly walked right into a tall man with long, dark hair.

"Sorry," he blurted, stepping back. Looking up, he was met with dark, magnetic eyes he couldn't look away from. He was struck by this stranger's beauty and had the sense that he was lucky to have almost bumped into him tonight because it gave him a reason to speak to him.

"I'm cold," the man told him softly, shivering a little despite his huge coat and its fur collar, "Can you take me somewhere warm?"

He wanted something from Nick? Not only that, he wanted something Nick could actually give him?

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, I was just heading home. It's..." Well. It was certainly warmer than outside.

The stranger held out a mittened hand.

Heart soaring, Nick took it and began to lead him. He couldn't help stealing glances at him as they walked. He bet his hair was soft. His skin, too. He wondered how he tasted too.

"This is it," Nick told him as they approached his building.

The stranger said nothing, devastatingly. Nick wanted to hear his gentle voice again. Looking down at their clasped hands, he noticed the tightness of the stranger's grip. He must've been wearing long acrylic nails inside those mittens, because Nick could feel them digging into the back of his hand.

"Can I stay at your apartment for the night?"

All thoughts of the nails evaporated from Nick's mind. "Sure."

They walked up the stairs to the third floor, the elevator being out of service again, and Nick let him in, flipping on the light.

"It's warm in here," the stranger said, releasing Nick's hand.

"Stay as long as you want."

"I bet it's warmer in your bed."

Nick's brain nearly short-circuited, eyes locked on the stranger's hands as he began removing a mitten.

The stranger paused, frowning at Nick.

"Sorry! Yeah, yeah it's warm there." He turned to lead him to his bedroom. "It's through here.

The stranger followed him in, shedding the mittens as he sat on the bed. "Warm me up?"

Nick didn't need to be told twice. He guided the man further up the bed and pushed him down, noticing for the first time that his feet were bare, toes a little blue from the cold. He immediately came up with five things he wanted to do to them, but set those ideas aside. He wanted to see the rest of him first.

The coat was secured shut with loops and buttons, so he started by undoing each of them, the man's eyes never leaving his. Finally he pulled open the coat to reveal a body Nick never wanted to look away from.

His skin looked soft, though so pale it was a little translucent. It was also covered with tattoos that gave Nick a headache when he tried to focus on them, so he instead looked at the stranger's erect dick. Already, he wanted Nick.

Remembering his earlier musings, Nick moved up the bed so that he could reach his lips. He kissed him softly at first, but quickly became desperate to taste more and pushed his tongue between his lips.

The stranger squeaked softly and Nick had to hear that again. He pinched a hard nipple, tugging it, rolling it between his finger tips, making the stranger whine. Every sound sent blood to Nick's dick. He stopped kissing him, pulled his long, smooth legs apart and shoved himself between them.

He paused, gazing down at his hole, pressing it with a thumb pad and feeling it give, knowing with every fibre of his being that it needed him, it existed for him.

He undid his belt and fly and, giving his dick a few tugs, Nick pushed the tip against the hole. It didn't resist. It welcomed him in.

The stranger was oddly cold inside. Not cold enough to kill Nick's boner, but not warm enough to be healthy. He disregarded the health thing and instead felt elated that he wouldn't be hindered in fucking into this body.

"You're so warm," the stranger said softly.

Why waste time? The stranger didn't complain as he fucked him hard, moaning in satisfaction.

Nick bent forward to suck on the nipple he'd been playing with, eager to feel the stiff bud on his tongue. He couldn't resist the allure of the beautiful hair fanning out across the sheets and he took a fistful, relishing the stranger's gasp.

"Do you love me?" Nick asked him as he brutally used that perfect hole.

"Yes," the stranger moaned, "I love you. I need to be yours."

As he grasped at Nick, Nick briefly noticed that he wasn't wearing fake nails after all: they were short and blunt, harmless against Nick's winter jacket.

He reached down to tug at the stranger's dick. "Say you love me again."

"I love you."

Grunting, Nick started to cum, the stranger quickly following. His hole spasmed around Nick as if drinking every drop he had. Nick's hand was covered in cum. He licked it off, figuring he deserved to keep a little of the stranger inside him in return.

Tiredness swept over Nick. He pulled out and collapsed at the stranger's side, heavy limbs unable to stop him from standing and pulling his coat closed. His eyes lost focus as the stranger left, not even leaving him with the sound of his voice.

When Nick woke up, he was hard. He must've been exhausted last night; he'd fallen asleep before he could even finish taking his pants off. And that stranger...