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“A slumber party?”
Nandor was suspicious. He had been in a snit for the last several hours, ever since it was discovered that the housekeeper at this Atlantic City hotel had vacuumed up his ancestral soil from Al Qolnidar. It had fallen to Guillermo to take care of him, of course. Nadja and Laszlo were no help - their soil was safe and sound right where they’d left it, so they were deep in their own slumber, the next room over. Colin Robinson was gone for the day, as well- he had caught wind of a pharmaceutical expo happening in a ballroom downstairs, and had actually been licking his lips with anticipation when he left.
At first, Nandor had insisted that Guillermo return to Staten Island to pick up the stash of ancestral soil that Guillermo always kept locked up at home- because of course he kept some of his master’s soil in reserve, he wasn’t a complete novice- but Guillermo had put his foot down. ‘A power trip’, Colin had called it gleefully, blaming it on the uncharacteristic suit and tie that Guillermo had donned for the evening.
“It’s one night,” he had insisted to Nandor. “I know for a fact that you’ve pulled all-nighters before without melting down. Just pretend you’re doing it on purpose.” Nandor pouted, but when Guillermo pointed out that Nandor would have to sit in his hotel room all by himself while Guillermo drove to Staten Island and back for four hours to get the soil, he relented.
But he was still being a brat, acting like staying awake for one night was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Talking about his vampiric powers draining like a drama queen. Guillermo genuinely hated how much he liked Nandor when he acted like that. So he coaxed and wheedled Nandor into good behavior with promises of a slumber party.
“And you have attended many of these parties?” Nandor was coming around to the idea.
“Yeah, tons.” It wasn’t even a lie, not really. Guillermo grew up with two older cousins, Pia and Lorenza, and Guillermo was de facto invited to every slumber party they held from the time he was seven until puberty.
“And what did you do, at these parties of slumber?”
Mostly, Guillermo had kept quiet and listened rapt to his cousins and their friends as they cataloged the boys they wanted to kiss. The boys, as they said, that they were "way too obsessed with".
At this point in his life, Guillermo would say he was the reasonable amount of obsessed with Nandor. The like, jerk off thinking about him just a couple times a week amount of obsessed. He had other fantasies, still, that he could rely on to get him going, but his fantasies about his master were- they were just better, hotter, and they drew from real life, so it was really understandable that they were the ones Guillermo kept going back to, right? That amount of obsessed. Normal.
"Oh, you know, master… stay awake all night. Try to conjure ghosts," Guillermo wasn't surprised to hear Nandor snort at that, "and we'd play games, like Truth or Dare."
“That last one sounds familiar to me, Guillermo. What is the reward of the Truth or Dare ritual?”
“It’s more of a… contest than a ritual, I guess. You win by lasting longer than everybody else, I guess.”
“A battle of wills!” Nandor’s eyes were alight. “I invented such a game when I was a boy in Al Qolnidar. It became a very popular pastime.” Guillermo shuddered to imagine, but decided not to press the comparison.
“Sure. Basically, we would take turns choosing, truth or dare. If you choose truth, the other person asks you any question you want, and you have to answer it.”
“And we are bound to honesty by the ritual of Truth and Dare!”
“Truth or Dare”, Guillermo corrected. “And yeah, sure. Bound to honesty. And if you choose dare, the other person can dare you to do something-”
“Yes, Guillermo, I understand, I told you the game was the same in Al Qolnidar. I was the undefeated champion, now let us begin!” He looked at Guillermo expectantly.
"Okay, right, I'm starting. Shit. Uh. Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Nandor crowed happily.
Guillermo was completely at a loss, and he had nobody to blame but himself. “Um… Give me your cloak.”
The cloak swung off of Nandor’s shoulders with a practiced ease. Nandor tossed it at Guillermo, who scrambled to catch it. “That was stupid. Too easy. Truth or dare, Guillermo.”
Guillermo wasn't a total idiot. He knew that Nandor wouldn't hesitate to ask the most searing, embarrassing question he could think of. But dignity had long since abandoned Guillermo de la Cruz, and whatever humiliating questions Nandor was going to ask had to be better than any dare. “Truth.”
Nandor didn’t hesitate. “Do you enjoy being my familiar?”
Holy shit, what? Guillermo thought, even as he responded out of habit, “I’m not your familiar.”
“Fine, whatever.” Nandor pouted. “ Did you enjoy being my familiar when you were my familiar?”
Since when did Nando even care? What was his angle? “That’s… a complicated question.”
“Then I am glad you are bound to the truth.”
Fuck it. Nandor had never shown any interest in his happiness before. What did he have to lose?
“I think I was a good familiar. I enjoy that part? Feeling like I’m doing a good job, even when you don’t think I am.” He thought Nandor made a sound, but he waved it off. “Let me finish. Before I was your familiar, I didn’t really care what I was doing. Like, my job at Panera? It could have been anything . I didn’t hate it, I didn’t like it, I just showed up and did whatever. And then I met you, and, uh, became your familiar, and even though it’s really, really difficult sometimes, it's always something I've cared about. And we have fun, right, when we're just shopping or playing chess or… whatever. And I've seen so many things I never would have seen without this job. So yeah, I guess I enjoy it.”
That was more than Nandor had ever let him talk about himself. Weird. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare!” Nandor declared again.
“Are you just going to choose dare every time?” Guillermo whined. “After I said all that?”
“No, I am choosing dare this time, and last time! It is my choice. The game is called Truth or Dare, not Truth and Dare, Guillermo.” Nandor’s voice was accusatory.
Fine, if he’s going for the jugular, so will I. Guillermo wanted to see Nandor squirm. There was one thing he knew he was afraid to do, although he didn’t fully understand why.
“I dare you to taste my blood.”
Nandor leapt to his feet instantly. In the heart-stopping moment where Guillermo genuinely expected to feel his throat being ripped out, he was surprised to learn that in his dying moments, his final thoughts were I’m not ready, it’s not fair.
The killing strike never came. Nandor was standing above him, but he was frozen, blinking down at Guillerml like he was caught stealing. “I shouldn’t.”
Guillermo knew Nandor could hear how quickly his heart was pounding. He forced himself to breathe, to chuckle. “Does that mean I defeated the undefeated Truth or Dare champion of Al Qolnidar?”
“Don’t get stupid.” He was so easy to manipulate. Guillermo got his breath under control and watched as Nandor sat down in a huff, on the near end of his own bed, across from Guillermo. Their knees were inches apart. Guillermo loosened his tie, ready to expose his neck.
“Leave that on,” Nandor’s voice was strained as he gave the order. “Just… take off this.” he lightly tugged at the sleeve of Guillermo’s blazer.
"Okay, master." This is happening, this is happening, this is happening pounded in his head as he stood to obey. He hung the blazer in the hotel closet and returned to the edge of Colin Robinson’s bed. Breathe, Guillermo reminded himself.
Nandor reached across the gap between the two beds and took Guillermo’s wrist in his huge hand, thumb sweeping over the thin skin where the veins looked blue. He unbuttoned the cuff of Guillermo’s white dress shirt and rolled it up twice, slowly. It felt like being undressed, and Guillermo was thrumming with anticipation. He had only hoped to see Nandor agonize; he hadn’t even dreamed that he would go through with it for real.
But at the last moment, Nandor seemed to reconsider the wrist, and instead extended Guillermo’s thumb and brought it deliberately to his lips. Guillermo bit his own lip and made himself relax into the touch. He could see Nandor’s eyes were closed as he pressed the pad of Guillermo’s thumb to the sharp point of his fang.
Nandor’s eyes opened and met Guillermo’s. He drew blood.
Every one of Guillermo’s nerves had migrated to the tip of his thumb. A warm throb sent ripples up his arm and through his body. His other hand was squeezing a fistful of hotel bedsheet as Nandor’s tongue pulsed over him.
It only lasted a few seconds, not nearly long enough. Nandor couldn't have had more than a drop or two. Before Guillermo had even acclimated to the feeling of his tongue on the tip of his thumb, Nandor broke eye contact and practically threw the hand away from his mouth, crossing his arms over his chest. “Enough of this. Are you happy? Truth or dare.”
Guillermo didn’t even bother trying to catch his breath. “Dare.”
Again, Nandor’s response was immediate. “Turn around.”
Guillermo flushed. “Master?”
“Don’t be a pervert, Guillermo! I just mean go sit over on that side. Face the other direction. Yeesh.”
“That’s your dare? Why?”
“It is very hard to do the truth telling when you are always looking in my face. You have a very nosy face, it’s not polite.”
Grumbling, Guillermo walked around to the opposite side of Colin Robinson’s hotel bed and sat facing the door to the hallway. Facing away from Nandor. “Truth or dare,” he asked the wall.
“Truth,” Nandor allowed.
There were a thousand questions he could ask. Only one came to mind. “What does my blood taste like?”
Silence.
“Master?”
“...It’s fine. It’s great. Always with these questions. What do you want me to say? You want to hear me moan, and say ‘oh, Guillermo, tasting a single drop of your blood just now made me remember for the first time in centuries what it was like to taste a ripe fruit?’ Get over yourself. Yes, it's virgin blood, freely offered. Everybody knows what that’s supposed to taste like. It’s not a big surprise. Your turn, yes? Truth or dare.”
Well, Guillermo didn’t have time to process all of that. “Truth.”
“Have you ever given your blood before, to Nadja or Laszlo, or-”
“Never. No. Ew, no.” Guillermo could swear he could hear Nandor smile behind him. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“How many vampires have you turned?” He didn’t realize that he was going to ask it until he had asked it.
Nandor’s voice was defensive. “I have been a vampire for seven hundred and fifty years, I don’t keep track of every little thing I do.”
“Well, if you had to guess.”
“A couple of hundred? I don’t know.”
“A couple HUNDRED?” Guillermo hated how high his voice was getting. It took so little, these days, to get him angry at Nandor. And then it took even less than that to make him forgive. And Nandor was completely oblivious to all of it.
“Look, the sixteenth century was very intense for me. Things happened. Why do you care, what does it matter?”
“You don’t get to ask me questions, it’s not your turn,” Guillermo huffed.
“It is my turn. Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” he snarled, meaning go fuck yourself.
Nandor took a moment. “I dare you to turn back around.”
“Are you kidding me?” Guillermo laughed and dropped his head in his hands. What the fuck were they doing? Was Nandor toying with him?
“I am not kidding you, come back around here.” How was Nandor more calm than Guillermo right now?
With all the dignity he could muster, Guillermo crossed back to the near side of the bed and sat as tall as he could, meeting Nandor’s eyes. He didn't speak.
“Truth,” Nandor said unprompted.
There was only one way this game was ever going to go, Guillermo realized.The one question he had been afraid to ask was drumming out every other option. He kept his voice as level as he could when he asked it.
“Why won’t you… Why don’t you want me to be a vampire?” The question hung between them.
Nandor paused. He nodded to himself. “Okay! This is a fun game, Guillermo.” Just before he stood up, he patted Guillermo’s knee. “I forfeit.”
“I win?” Guillermo refused to win. Not like this. “You mean… I unseated the undefeated Truth or Dare champion of Al Qolnidar?”
Nandor forced a smile and crossed to the far end of the hotel room, examining the wall art with feigned interest, looking anywhere but at the man sitting on the bed. “You are a tricky opponent, Guillermo. I think you have played this game more than you let onto me. It is not a very nice thing to do, you know.”
Guillermo played along. “Wow, master, thank you. This is such a surprise. I really didn’t expect you to lose so quickly.”
“I did not lose, Guillermo. I forfeited. There is a difference.”
“That’s literally how Truth or Dare is played, master! You lose when you refuse to play!"
“Then I lost!” Nandor roared, spinning back around to face him. Fuck, he always looked huge when he was angry. Guillermo had to fight the urge to shrink back.
“Okay then.”
“Okay.”
Guillermo turned on the television with shaking hands. Jeopardy! was playing. Guillermo didn’t care. Cassandra, a prophetess of Greek myth, also appears in this Shakespeare play. “Antony and Cleopatra,” he said to the TV. Sorry, the answer we were looking for was Troilus and Cressida.
Nandor crossed to him and snatched the remote from his hands. “How do you turn this blue shit off?” Guillermo tried to guide him. “You take the… no, the red oval.” The volume on the TV increased dramatically. JOSEPH WILL GET TO SELECT FIRST IN DOUBLE JEOPARDY WHEN WE COME BACK. “Just give it to me!” he barked. Nandor conceded the remote control, and Guillermo turned off the television.
The silence only lasted a minute before Nandor broke it. “I don’t want to be the loser of Truth or Dare, Guillermo. I will answer your question.” He looked- sad?- but he sat back down.
“You know that I can hear your heart when it beats, yes? It’s a good heartbeat, you shouldn’t be so free to give it up.” Guillermo wondered if that was a compliment. “You are so young, Guillermo. You think you have no power, no freedom, and that being a vampire will give you the power, and the freedom, and very sexy hair, and it will,” Nandor sighed, “and you will go off and have a great time, and you will go anywhere you please, just taking and fucking and bending the world to your will. And then, I promise you, Guillermo, you will get very tired of it. And you will long for something new, but you will be all out of something new. And if you remember Nandor the Relentless, it will be to curse the name of the monster who stole your heartbeat. I don’t want that, Guillermo. I don’t want to be somebody you half remember in a couple of centuries and say, ‘Oh yeah, fuck that guy ’. That's not… I think maybe I would hate myself for that."
Guillermo’s heart was racing again. Nandor thought he would just leave after he was turned? That he could forget him? Idiot .
The idiot was staring down at his own hands. It was never easy for him to be vulnerable, Guillermo knew. He made his voice gentle. “Look at me, master.” Nandor did. “Truth.”
But instead of the question Guillermo was willing him to ask- ‘ would you leave me, Guillermo?’ or ‘ will you stay, Guillermo?’ Or maybe even ‘ how do you feel about what I just said?’, Nandor genuinely surprised him, yet again.
“When did vampire hypnosis stop working on you?”
Oh shit .
"Guillermo?"
Oh shit.
His head was full of too many questions. “How did you know-”
“It’s not your turn for questions, you have to give me your truth.” Nandor reminded him.
Shit shit shit.
He did choose truth,didn’t he?
“Uh… a couple of years, I guess. I’m not sure when it started, I think it was gradual?” at Nandor’s pained expression, Guillermo gave him more. “I remember the first time that I knew for sure that it didn’t work, though. When I was in the hospital, after… I fell? You said-”
“Okay, okay, I remember what I said. Apparently we all remember, yeesh. ” he added under his breath. “That's enough. Your turn. I choose truth.”
“Uh, how did you know vampire hypnosis didn’t work on me?”
Nandor smirked. “You just told me."
" Oh, fuck you. Are you fucking kidding me!?"
Outsmarted by Nandor the Relentless. That stung. That really stung.
"Calm down, okay? I am kidding you a little bit, yes. I will tell you. We hypnotized you so that you could do no harm to us, yes?”
“...yes.”
“Four times,” Nandor pulled his teeth back in disgust, “ four times since then, Guillermo, you have said one of your little Cath-o-lic words in my presence- even while touching me, once. It hurts. You should not be able to do that!”
Guillermo thought back a few months; he was massaging conditioner into Nandor’s hair when a sudden crashing sound had startled them both. Nandor had elbowed Guillermo in the ribs, hard, and Guillermo winced out a “fucking Christ!”, which made Nandor cry out in pain, and then, as Guillermo remembered it, the whole afternoon had gone a little sour.
The knowledge that Nandor had been observing him made Guillermo’s stomach knot, but he was still in damage control mode. “Do Lazslo and Nadja know? Does the Guide know? What the fuck, master, why didn’t you say anything!?”
“We can talk about it later,” Nandor offered, smiling at Guillermo for some reason, as if he hadn’t exposed a massive betrayal, “we are still playing a game here, yes?”
Guillermo nodded, wary.
Nandor put his hand on Guillermo's shoulder. “Truth or dare, Guillermo.”
Fucking guy. “Truth.”
Nandor leaned in. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
…
All the thoughts left Guillermo’s brain. Brain gone. Words gone. Guillermo found one word.
“Dare.”
And that was the only word he needed, because suddenly Nandor pushed himself through the gap between the beds, and Nandor was kneeling in front of him, where their faces were completely level, and they closed that gap too, and they were kissing, wild and heavy, like there was nothing else they could do. Guillermo’s brain found one more word, and it was finally finally finally finally finally finally.
Nandor broke away just long enough to look into Guillermo's eyes, nervous, curious. “ Truth .”
“Me da miedo lo mucho que te quiero. Te daré lo que me pidas por... ” Guillermo murmured, wrapping his hands in Nandor’s hair.
“I can’t understand that, how can I answer you?”
He laughed, kissed him again. “I said, ‘How long have you wanted to kiss me?’”
“I don’t know. I can't remember when it started. A while. That’s the truth, it counts.” Nandor’s kisses were deep and honest, and Guillermo wasn’t going to argue. “Truth or dare.”
“Mmmm, truth,” Guillermo said, biting Nandor’s ear and getting a hiss as a reward.
Nandor could give as good as he got. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
Guillermo gasped, pulling his head back. He could feel the flush spreading on his face. Nandor laughed. “See, I knew you did. Dare.”
“Shit- Master-”
“It’s your turn, Guillermo. Dare.”
Guillermo squeezed his eyes closed. “Um. Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Nandor purred into his neck, one hand in Guillermo’s hair, the other on the small of his back. Idiot.
“Mi verga, idiota,” Guillermo replied, and yanked the hand from his hair and pressed it into the front of his pants. It was all the encouragement Nandor needed. He opened the pants and eagerly pulled out Guillermo’s cock.
Guillermo’s entire body was on fire. He had fantasized about this so many times - well, okay, not the part where they’re in Atlantic City and he’s wearing a tie but this, the part where Nandor is kneeling between his legs and looking at Guillermo and putting his hand right- there.
“Truth or dare,” Nandor asked as he stroked slowly, lazily.
He didn’t know how much more daring his body could handle. “ Truth.”
Nandor used his free hand to pull Guillermo even closer. “Do you want me to fuck you here?”
“Dios mío- shit, sorry, Master-" the swear was just enough to sting the vampire's skin. “Yes. Fuck, quiero sentirte dentro de mi cuerpo , porfa , please.”
The groan that ripped out of Nandor was pornographic. He wrapped a strong arm around Guillermo’s thigh and stood up, and suddenly Guillermo was being carried , legs wrapped around Nandor’s waist, off of Colin Robinson’s bed and onto Nandor’s, and then just as quickly Nandor was on top of him and pulling his pants down further and it was all going to happen now, now now now finally finally finally-
But Guillermo brought his hands to Nandor’s chest. “Wait, master.”
Nandor, to his credit, froze immediately. He blinked at Guillermo, waiting.
“Before we… Do you want to drink my blood? While I’m still, you know,” stammered Guillermo, somehow still blushing about virginity while Nandor was waiting between his legs, half-naked and hard. “You said it was-”
“Virgin blood, freely given,” Nandor repeated quietly. His eyes were black, trained on Guillermo’s neck. “If I start drinking from you now… You are very delicious, you know, I may not be able to stop myself in time.”
Guillermo smiled. “I’m not scared of you. I can see,” he glanced at the bedside table, “...two different ways to incapacitate you without leaving this bed, if I have to. Plus a third option that would definitely kill you.”
The threat made Nandor shiver. “Truth?”
“Truth.”
Nandor looked at him for something between three seconds and an eternity. When he spoke, voice was the lowest Guillermo had ever heard it. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Guillermo smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring. “Uh, what now?”
Nandor pulled at Guillermo’s collar. “You’ll want to take this off.”
Guillermo chuckled. “You too, then.”
After a flurry of undressing on both sides, they were face-to-face again. Guillermo had seen Nandor shirtless more times than he could count, but this was the first time he was allowed to drag his hands down the broad expanse of him. The first time he was able to press his fingers into his neck, his chest, his endless shoulders. The muscles on Nandor’s stomach contracted as Guillermo’s fingertips glided over it, skin raising in bumps as he dug his fingers into Nandor’s sides. Guillermo could die.
“I understand that you admire my body, Guillermo,” Nandor’s voice was shaking, “but I can’t wait any longer.”
Guillermo groaned at his words, and tipped his head back. He wanted to say something important, something he could be proud of when he replayed this moment back in his mind for the rest of his life. But all he could say was, “Do it, then.”
Two minutes ago Nandor had been kissing him, he had been stroking his dick and whispering his name. One minute ago, Nandor had been ready to fuck him. None of that was half as electric as the feeling of his mouth gently moving across a bare throat, as if searching for the perfect place to take root. Guillermo thought he heard himself making sounds he had never made before, but then he realized that he wasn’t the one whimpering, it was Nandor making breathy, helpless sounds against his neck, before he had even taken his bite. This is it , he thought to himself. I’m ruined.
And then Nandor’s lips pulled back, and he felt the sharp points of fangs push into his throat. Guillermo’s mouth fell open and he shouted at the blinding pain that quickly gave way to the best kind of ache as the fangs retreated. Nandor took a moment to pull back and lap his tongue at the blood pooling at the wound, but soon his mouth was pressed flush against skin again. He drank. He drank.
The memory of Nandor taking a drop of blood from his thumb felt like a distant memory, like looking at an old photograph that had faded in the sun. It was nothing compared to what was happening inside Guillermo now. He felt like his blood was carbonated, or maybe he had just been struck by lightning. Nandor was pressed against him, moaning as he drank, and Guillermo’s erection, which had flagged before, came roaring back to life. He was pulsing along with the rhythmic sucking on his neck. Every inch of Guillermo felt just as good as his throat, every inch of him felt just as good as his cock, and he didn’t fully realize that he had taken himself in his hand until the orgasm hit him, and his come was painting Nandor’s stomach.
Nandor pulled away when he felt Guillermo’s shock. He leaned onto his heels and wiped his mouth, his tongue chasing a scarlet smear of blood that extended from the corner of his lips. Once he was satisfied that he had licked all of Guillermo’s blood from his lips, Nandor looked down at the splash of semen on his stomach, as if he'd never seen anything like it before. He brought two fingers down to his stomach and pulled them across the line of come, then, as Guillermo watched, he brought his fingers to his bloody mouth and tasted.
Guillermo threw himself forward. The last twelve years, the servitude, the killing, the crushing loneliness, it was all worth it to chase the taste of his own blood and his own come mingling in the mouth of Nandor the Relentless.
Guillermo was more than ruined. He was damned.
They were both on the floor now, crowding the few feet of space between the two beds as they pressed together, their kisses wet and furious. Guillermo could feel Nandor’s erection pressing between them, still straining against the thick material of his clothes. He reached between Nandor’s legs, but his fingers had barely found their destination when Nandor roughly spun him around to face the bed, still kneeling, and tugged his pants the rest of the way down to pool down at his knees.
"Master…" he whimpered, flushing at the exposure.
The voice growling from behind Guillermo sounded dangerous. A hunter's voice. "While we are like this… my name, please."
"Nandor-"
“That’s good,” Nandor interrupted, the praise sending a shiver directly to Guillermo’s cock.
“There’s lotion, I think, on the bathroom counter,” Guillermo suggested. “Do you want me to-”
Before he could finish the thought, Nandor had swept away with vampiric speed, and returned to his place behind Guillermo in a matter of seconds. When he twisted to look over his shoulder, he saw the vampire scowling at the miniature bottle as it slowly squirted onto his hand. Guillermo shuffled back and spread his legs more while Nandor coated his fingers in the cheap hotel lotion sample. Their eyes met.
“You need to be ready for me, Guillermo,” Nandor said, almost gently. “First I will take my fingers, and-”
It was Guillermo’s turn to interrupt. “Yeah, I know, it’s fine, it’s great actually, if you just-”
“Don’t be afraid, Guillermo. I’m going to make it very-”
“Afraid!? Fuck, just- apúrate, huevón , please-” and then Nandor pushed his first finger in and in and in, and if Guillermo hadn’t just had an orgasm five minutes ago, he’d be coming again now, just from the feeling of one cold finger inside him. He moaned. It was breathy and desperate, and he was too hot with anticipation to care.
Nandor was focused, for once in his life, on the task of easing Guillermo open, slick and steady and constantly exploring. A second finger soon joined, and even though Guillermo had done this for himself many times, he felt completely exposed now.
"I'm ready."
Nandor chuckled. "You're not ready." He kept moving his fingers, and just to be an asshole, he crooked his fingers inside Guillermo in just the right way, making him see stars.
Guillermo ground back against his hand. "Just- fuck me already. I dare you."
They were still playing the game, apparently, because Nandor immediately pulled his fingers out, a little too quickly if Guillermo was being honest, and immediately started loosening his own pants. “It’ll be easiest if you get down on your elbows, like-”
“No,” Guillermo said, every part of him objecting to the idea of Nandor sinking into him for the first time without being able to see him do it. “No, not like this. Move me however you need me, but I have to see you.”
“Bossy,” Nandor choked out, low and frantic, but then he lifted Guillermo and all but threw him onto the bed. Guillermo only had time to situate himself on his back while Nandor did a series of things with dizzying speed: He grabbed a spare pillow from Colin Robinson’s bed and jammed it under Guillermo’s hips, he tugged off his own boots and pants, and finally, stroked his cock with the lotion once, twice, before climbing onto the bed.
Onto the bed. Onto the bed with Guillermo. He knelt between Guillermo’s legs, his hands strong and cool where they gripped the outer side of his thighs and spread him exactly where he wanted him.
“You will need to breathe, Guillermo,” he growled, and Guillermo couldn’t even be annoyed at the unnecessary directions because Nandor was entering him, painstaking and slow, and- fine, Guillermo did need the reminder to breathe. He clenched the sheets and exhaled. It was good, that stretch, that push. It was good, it was- “Fuck, fuck,” Guillermo said when Nandor bottomed out, and they both held still and gasped quietly for a moment.
It was perfect. It was everything Guillermo had ever needed, having Nandor buried inside him to the hilt - physically inside him to match how the vampire had already crawled under his skin, taking over his heart and his blood and his damned soul and every thought in his fucked-up head. Finally . It felt better than Guillermo had imagined it could. And he had imagined it. A lot.
Well. It was fucking real now.
Their eyes met for a moment, just one, before they both looked away, neither one willing to give themselves over fully to the intimacy of what they were doing. Nandor pulled out, barely. Guillermo made an animal noise of protest and threw himself closer, or tried to, seeking to reclaim Nandor inside him, but Nandor still held both of his thighs, totally in control. “Shh,” whispered Nandor, almost like he was trying to comfort him, then he pushed back inside.
Guillermo gritted his teeth and shuddered around it. “Again,” he said, and though it was awful, almost unbearable, when Nandor pulled out again, it was even better when he pushed back in. “Yeah,” Guillermo moaned, “yeah, again.”
Nandor was strong, of course he was, he was a force of nature, he- Guillermo felt the insides of his thighs jumping, and swallowed hard as their fucking picked up speed. He needed Nandor closer.
He must’ve said something out loud to that effect, because Nandor dropped forward, bracing himself up with one arm by Guillermo’s head as he thrust deeper, deepest. One of Guillermo’s legs was free now, and he wasted no time wrapping it around Nandor’s waist. It was impossibly sexy, Guillermo straining and shaking and splayed with Nandor draped over him, kissing his neck, rolling his hips between Guillermo’s legs, fucking him in a steady rhythm. “Is it good?” Nandor asked, barely above a whisper, too near to need to use his voice.
“So good,” moaned Guillermo dizzily. “So good to me, Nandor. Qué chingón.”
His skin was slick with sweat and Nandor was a mess, too, his chest still smeared with come, his neck still smeared with blood. Guillemo’s come. Guillemo’s blood. It was almost too much. He was achingly hard again, and tried to sneak a hand between their bodies, he needed to touch himself- but Nandor batted his hand away without breaking his rhythm. He whined and tried again, but this time Nandor grabbed his hand and pinned it over his head, keeping his thumb on the gentle skin of Guillermo’s wrist.
"So impatient," Nandor hummed as he kept thrusting into him, shifting a little, hitching a knee up.
“Don't talk to me about patience when- ah! justo ahí-” and Nandor was smiling into his shoulder as he found a new angle that hit Guillermo like a needle hitting a vein. “H-how,” he moaned, throwing one arm over his own face, the other still pinned above his head.
“You see,” Nandor said, because he was a smug little shit even when he was fucking, “just a little bit longer, Guillermo. Just like that. You are so, you are so-” Nandor kissed his neck, over and over, and his mouth was so gentle, even while his hips slammed into him with a rough force that was bordering on painful. While Guillemo prepared to be pushed right through the headboard, the thought bubbled into his mind: Wow, this guy really just does not relent.
He could hear a long stream of words being muttered around his neck, not English, and the sound of it felt so right. “Fuck,” he said thickly, and when he looked down his own body and saw Nandor’s beautiful long-fingered hand close around his cock, just right, not more than he could handle.
The rasp of Nandor’s beard was rough against the hinge of his jaw as he whispered into Guillermo’s ear and twisted his wrist and all at once, he was coming again.
Hard.
He cried out, cock twitching and spilling in the grip of a large, cool hand, still pumping around him. He rode the wave of pleasure, eyes still closed tight and thighs clenched around relentless hips. Nandor was still fucking into him, chanting now in the language Guillermo couldn't understand, the same words over and over again as his thrusts grew erratic.
"Can you- English?" were the only words Guillermo could find to ask.
When Guillermo’s eyes opened and met Nandor’s, when he saw Nandor staring down at him in open-mouthed reverence, he felt as though his heart was going to burst - actually, literally explode in his chest.
"Guillermo, I- I-" and Guillermo thought he understood.
"Inside me," he begged, and that was all it took to leave Nandor shaking apart and groaning as he came deep into Guillermo.
When Guillermo came to, Nandor was collapsed on top of him.
"I'm not done with you," Nandor rasped into his shoulder.
"Oh, yes you are. Humans can't do that over and over again," Guillermo tried to squirm away, but the body above him refused to budge. The next thing Nandor said was completely incomprehensible. “Say that again?”
"Dare you to stay."
Guillermo groaned. Nandor's body wasn't warm, but it was heavy, and they were both disgustingly sticky. "Ah, nope, I'm out." He heaved Nandor onto his side and slid out of the bed.
A firm hand on his wrist stopped him from escaping to the shower. Nandor stared up at him from the bed, naked and shameless. A grin broke out on his face, the one that showed his fangs.
“You forfeited on your dare, Guillermo. I win.”
Guillermo turned his head to survey the carnage of the room. Blood stained the few sheets that were left on the bed. At some point - he had absolutely no idea when - the second bed had been pushed out to an odd angle. Pillows and clothes were strewn all around the room like there’d been an explosion. Guillermo was sore and filthy and was almost certainly going to be limping for the rest of the day. He had no idea what they were going to tell the rest of the vampires. He had no idea if any of this was ever going to happen again. He was absolutely certain that he was going to have a panic attack at some point in the next 24 hours.
But Nandor was still staring up at him, drowsy and smiling.
"Okay, master," he agreed. "You win."