His Touch

is of Ice
A novel by Kody Boye
 For Cinsearae, who asked,
'Is this a longer story?'

A special thanks goes out to Lisa and Jason for

reading through this and offering feedback.

© Kody Boye 2008

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and

incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or
are used fictuously.
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Right now, Jason hated his life. He worked at a lousy gas station, got
paid minimum wage, hated the shitty little apartment building he lived
in, and was seriously hurting over the break up with his last boyfriend.
He had never thought that he would end up dating a drug user, much
less giving into one’s carnal desires.
Jason sighed as he looked up at the customer, returning the man
his change before walking into the employee restroom. He looked at
himself in the mirror and sighed once more. The beard stubble that
shrouded his jaw and upper lip did nothing better than to show that he
was a sad man. His dark hair was longer, leaving his bangs dangling in
front of his eyes.
You look like shit, Jason thought, sighing, then laughing. You
really look like shit.
Jason hated when he looked this way, and he absolutely hated
the fact that he had to dump his last boyfriend. What he wouldn’t give
for another relationship right now. It was the same as when he started
dating Doug. His last boyfriend had left when he was a sophomore in
high school, and when he met Doug, he thought he was getting a good
guy. He went home with Doug that night and had sex with him,
completely oblivious to who Doug was as a person and not even caring
what kind of guys he mingled with.
That’s just your way of dealing with the depression, Jason
reminded himself. There’s nothing to it, really; just go to a guy’s house,
fuck him, and you’ll feel better. You just have to get over the fact that
you’re depressed all the time.
Jason shook his head, but looked up as he heard the employee
door. He didn’t have to turn around to see that it was his boss; the man‘s
reflection was in the mirror.
“Sir,” Jason said, turning. “I’m sorry, I know I should be watching
the register.”
“It’s fine, Jason; you can take a little break.”
Jason nodded, sighing, leaning against the counter as the man
walked up to the sink, washing his hands.
“Anything you want to tell me, Mr. Scar?” the man asked.
Jason nodded, sighing, setting a hand on his sweaty forehead.
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“I’ve been overwhelmed, sir. I can’t stand the way I’m living right
now.”
“You broke up with your boyfriend,” the man said, looking back
up at Jason. “Right?”
“Yes, sir,” Jason said. “Last week.”
“I’m sorry,” the man said with a small sigh. “I know how hard it’s
been for you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jason said. “I really appreciate it.”
“There is something that’s been bothering me, Jason.”
“What’s that, sir?” Jason asked.
“You’ve been distracted from your work.”
“God, sir. I’m sorry. I’ll get my shit straightened out, I promise.”
“That’s not what I’m saying, Jason,” the man said. “I’m sorry,
Jason, but I have to let you go.”
When the words hit him, Jason didn’t know what to say. A small
gasp passed from his throat and he stood there, staring at his boss. He
couldn’t believe it. He had just been fired.
“Please, sir,” Jason said. “I’m sorry, I need to get my priorities
straightened out. I promise I‘ll work harder.”
“That’s not the point, Jason. I’m letting you go because you need
to straighten your life out.”
“How am I going to pay my bills?” Jason cried. “Sir!”
“I’m sorry, Jason. If there was something I could do for you, I’d do
it. Your check will be in your box in a few days.”
With that, the man walked out of the restroom, leaving Jason
there to deal with the ocean of emotions that threatened to swallow him.

When Jason got home, he started to cry. He had just got fired,
and now he’d probably end up loosing his apartment and living on the
street.
This is what you get for moping around, he thought. This is what
you get.
He walked to the couch, sat down, and started crying again. He
spread himself out and buried his head into one of the cushions, trying
to drain out his sorrows. Sadly, though, his sorrows weren’t going to
leave; he would probably be like this for a few more hours, if not for a
few days.
Maybe you should go and treat yourself to something, he
thought, sighing. At least to get your mind off of everything.

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Jason nodded and sighed, closing his eyes.

I’ll go to the café, he though. That’s what I’ll do; I’ll go to the
café.

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He was everything Jason could ever want in a man. Tall and handsome,
with beautiful blonde hair that was cut close to his head on the sides but
jutted out just that small bit on top in the front. The man looked just
like a movie star. He couldn’t place what the cut was called, but damn;
he was beautiful and that’s all that ever mattered to Jason.
The first time Jason had saw him, the man had been sitting in
the corner of the small, Chinese-themed café that he liked to frequent. It
was as if he was drawn to the man, and it was then that he knew there
was an attraction. The point seemed to be proved that the man was gay
when a woman who had tried to hit on him got shut out of the ballpark
with a simple, shy smile and the few words which the man had spoken:
‘I’m not attracted to women.’
What a shock that had been, both for Jason and the woman. The
woman had stomped away with tears in her eyes, while Jason felt the
world crash around him in possibilities.
The man was sitting only a few tables away from Jason, and he
knew that he had to take his opportunity. He wasn’t sure how many
other gay men frequented the café, but he knew that if he didn’t take
the chance he now had he would regret it for the rest of his life.
“Just stay calm,” Jason told himself as he brushed the bread
crumbs off his sleeves. “You don’t want to make yourself look stupid.”
Jason wasn’t the best at getting a date, and it hurt his sex life
badly. He had only had one guy hit on him in his life, and he was sure
that the guy had only dated him that one time. A pity date some would
call it, but that night had been enough. It hadn’t gone past the bar, but
he wished the night could have ended at his house, in his bed.
Maybe Jason would be able to get this guy to like him.
Jason was only a few feet away from the man. He mustered up
his courage by taking a slow, deep breath--the deep breath a teenage boy
would take when talking to the guy he liked for the first time--and
walked up to him.
“Excuse me,” Jason said. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
The man turned his head only for the briefest moment before he
turned his head away, a small smile crossing over his lips.
“If you want, I don’t care.”
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Oh God, Jason thought as he slid into the opposite seat. He

actually said yes, please don’t let this be a dream.
It wasn’t a dream; Jason even pinched himself to prove it.
“So,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Jason, Jason Scar,” Jason said, offering his hand. “Yours?”
“Guy Winters,” the man smiled as he reached out to shake
Jason’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Jason.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Jason said. “I’m sorry for interrupting
you if I did...I just felt a little lonely over there by myself.”
Guy lifted his coffee cup to his lips for a moment before returning
his eyes to Jason.
God, what a mysterious man, Jason thought. His eyes must hide
everything.
Jason bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. He
didn’t like to smile around a guy he’d just met because, in his opinion, it
was bad luck. It was luck that he even got the nerve to come over to the
table and ask if he could even sit by the man.
“It’s a nice night,” Guy said. “Don’t you think?”
Jason gave a small nod, but he barely heard anything past ‘nice
night.’ He just nodded because the man had directed the words at him.
Sometimes, when he introduced himself to a man, the man would just
be quiet and sit there, leaving him feeling stupid and vulnerable.
Are you just going to act like a stupid prick? Why don’t you say
something to him?
“It is,” Jason finally said. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to act like I
am.”
“No,” Guy said with another one of his small smiles. “I kind of
like the way you act.”
Strike one! You’ve got him hooked, Jason.
“I...I guess,” Jason said, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. “I’m
sorry.”
Guy smiled at him. He felt the heat rush away from his cheeks.
He had been nervous after Guy said that, and now it was evident that
the man was attracted to him.
“So, where are you from?” Jason asked after the moment of
silence. “I haven’t seen you around town. Did you just move?”
“Yeah, I just moved here from Florida. California’s a nice place.”
Jason smiled and looked up as the waitress came over.
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Jason, then Guy. “Or you?”

“Get us both dark coffee,” Guy said, turning his eyes toward
Jason. “Is that all right with you?”
Jason nodded and watched the waitress walk away.
“Thank you,” Jason said. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Guy smiled, sitting up and leaning across the
table so his face was only a few inches away from Jason‘s. “Besides, I
like you.”
Jason could only smile at Guy’s words before took the coffee the
waitress set on the table.
“Thank you,” they both muttered before the waitress smiled and
walked off.
The two of them sat there for several moments before Guy looked
up from his coffee.
“You want to come to my place?” Guy asked. “We could talk and
get to know each other a bit more.”
Jason smiled. How could he refuse Guy’s offer after he was being
so kind to him? Guy had allowed him to sit at the table with him,
ordered coffee and said that he liked him and the way that he acted.
“Sure,” Jason said with a smile.
Guy smiled and picked up his coffee.
Jason noticed that the man seemed to like drinking his coffee
when it was fresh out of the maker, very fresh out of the maker.
It must have been hot.
Guy didn’t seem to mind it on his hands; they must have been
cold.

Jason hadn’t expected Guy to be so into him when he had walked

into the man’s small apartment. It didn’t take very long for Guy to turn
around, draw him in and passionately kiss his mouth. After Guy started
to undo the buttons on Jason’s shirt, he couldn’t refuse.
They had gone into his room and had sex for what seemed like
hours before Jason was too tired--too drained--to go on.
“Guy,” Jason said as the man drew him closer to his naked chest.
“I’m too tired.”
“I just want to kiss you,” Guy said, kissing his neck. “That’s all I
want, Jason; just let me kiss you.”
Jason nodded and stayed on his left side as Guy to kissed his
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anything. Guy knew how to make another man feel like he was the best
thing in the world just by the way he moved his hand, where he put his
mouth, in what position he entered him.
“Jason?”
Jason came out of the trance he was in after Guy spoke.
“Sorry,” Jason said. “I dozed off there for a minute.”
“That’s all right,” Guy said, setting a hand on Jason’s chest.
“Let’s go to sleep, all right?”
Jason was more than ready to sleep. It seemed like Guy had
drained all of his energy, especially after necking.
“Does this mean we’re boyfriends?” Jason asked as the bed
shifted from Guy’s weight, the man rolling over and turning the bedside
lamp off.
“If you want,” Guy said. “I don’t care.”
Jason nodded as Guy wrapped his arms around him.
If you want to? Jason thought as Guy kissed his cheek one last
time before settling in. You just made love to me for hours and you said,
‘If you want to?’
Guy Winters was a very mysterious, dark man indeed, but Jason
didn’t believe he was bad for his personality. Jason could feel that it was
hard for Guy to get attention, never mind have a sexual partner. He had
watched Guy at the café and immediately identified the same shy
personality trait that he himself had. Guy didn’t seem like the shy type,
but Guy also didn’t seem the type to fuck a man for hours.
Go figure.
“Night,” Jason whispered. “Thank you.”
The only response Jason got was the sound of Guy’s breathing.
Jason was satisfied with the response.
At least he had a boyfriend now.

Jason woke up in a bed that was freezing cold. Jason was alone,
and somehow, had rolled over on the side of the bed that Guy had been
sleeping on.
God, Jason thought, shivering. He must have uncovered last
night. I’m freezing.
Jason moved back to his own side, envying the warmth. He
frowned before opening his eyes and looking at the red wallpaper. He
rolled over until he was on his back and placed his hand on Guy’s side of
the bed.

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The bed was cold.

“Guy?” Jason called, sitting up. “Are you here?”
Jason waited, but didn’t hear his boyfriend call back. When he
started to rise from the bed, he saw a note on the bedside table.

Jason, I had to go out to get us something to eat. I’ll be right

back. Please don’t leave.
Guy.

Jason nodded and stood, gathering up his clothes before walking

into the bathroom and getting in the shower. He moaned as the warm
water ran over his aching body. He didn’t mind the ache, but it still hurt.
The only thing that kept him from thinking about it was the fact that
Guy had given him the pain and pleasure.
Why had the bed been cold, and why had Jason been so tired last
night after Guy kissed his neck? Was it because of the lovemaking, or
was it because Guy had kissed him?
“No, that’s stupid,” Jason muttered, running a hand through his
hair. “I wouldn’t get tired just because of a kiss.”
But what if he did get tired because of the kiss? What if the
mysterious man that he had talked to and then had been picked up by
was the reason he was tired? What if Guy wasn’t all that he seemed to
be?
No, you just thought he was mysterious, not odd. Mysterious
men can be strange sometimes, but as he showed you last night they
can be great lovers.
Jason nodded and turned the water off. Guy was a great lover
and he was looking forward to getting to know Guy a bit more. Now that
he thought about it, he felt guilty about not getting to know Guy a little
better before they’d had sex, but he had gone with the flow last night. It
hadn’t been his idea to initiate sex; it had been Guy’s.
Jason heard the door shut from down the hall.
“Jason, are you still here?”
“Yeah!” Jason called. “Give me a second.”
Jason dressed from the waist down and walked out of the
bathroom with his dirty, sweat-stained undershirt in his hand. Guy was
unloading a bag of early-morning food from some restaurant.
“Sorry, I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t,” Guy said, turning,
revealing the slight amount of peach stubble on his cheeks. “I’m glad

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you stayed, Jason.”

Jason nodded, smiled, and for the first time in his life, he
stepped up to kiss a man that he liked.
“What was that for?” Guy smiled.
“Because I wanted to,” Jason said. “Did you know that was
actually the third time I had had sex with somebody?”
“No,” Guy said. “I didn’t...You don’t mind staying for breakfast,
do you?”
“No,” Jason said. “But...Could I...Umm...” he trailed off, rubbing
the back of his neck. “Never mind.”
“What is it?” Guy frowned. “Tell me, Jason.”
“No, it’s silly, I couldn’t possibly burden you...” Jason trailed off,
watching Guy’s face. He could see the smile that was blossoming in
Guy’s cheeks.
“You want to move in with me, don’t you?”
Jason gave a guilty nod.
“If you want to move in, I don’t care,” Guy said. “I could use
somebody to warm me at night, Jason. I feel so cold when I’m in my bed
alone, but last night you made me feel so much more alive.”
Jason smiled and stepped into Guy’s embrace, feeling Guy’s lips
on his neck. His neck was one of Guy’s favorite spots.
A shiver ran down Jason’s spine.
“Guy,” Jason said. “The food’s going to get cold.”
Guy pulled away. Jason felt a bit dizzy afterward, but he shook it
off, mistaking it for the occasional shiver that he had.
“It’s not much,” Guy began. “They’re egg muffins and biscuits, all
they had was the early-bird specials.”
“It’s ok,” Jason said. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
Jason looked up to see Guy’s smile, and when he saw Guy’s
smile, he smiled. It felt good to have somebody actually love him, to
have somebody give him attention when he could have easily just kicked
him out last night after the sex.
“I need to get this fuzz off my face,” Guy said. “I’ll be out in a
minute or so.”
Jason nodded. Guy’s hand touched Jason’s for a brief moment
before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Guy’s hand was cold.
“Just the weather,” Jason muttered.
He lifted an egg muffin to his lips and took a bite out of it,

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looking out the window. The world seemed such a beautiful place when
there was somebody to share it with. He stared out the window for a
long time.
Guy’s arms wrapped around Jason before he nuzzled his smooth
cheek against Jason‘s.
“Did I do all right?” Guy asked. “Is it all off?”
“Yeah,” Jason said. “It is.”
Guy kissed Jason’s cheek before he settled into the chair next to
him. He watched Guy take a bite out of a biscuit before he stood and
walked to the fridge, where he pulled two sodas out, sliding one across
the table and to Jason.
“I didn’t know what to expect when you just walked over to the
table last night,” Guy began. “I was afraid I was going to get hell from
some badass guy for making that girl cry.”
“No, I was more nervous about you not liking me than I was
worried about the woman. Besides, I wanted to talk to you before
somebody else came up.”
Guy smiled.
“Do you think somebody else would have come up and stole me,
Jason?”
“No, I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”
Guy smiled and took another bite out of the biscuit.
“What? Is there something wrong? You’re looking at me like you
want to ask me something?”
“Why was your side of the bed cold this morning?”
Guy turned his head down to hide the shocked reaction.
“I was by the window before I got up,” Guy said. “I got back in
bed and sat there before I left.”
Jason nodded, but in the back of his mind, he could tell that Guy
was hiding something. For now, he wouldn’t force Guy to talk about
something as little as his side of the bed being cold; he didn’t want to
risk damaging their beginning relationship.
“All right,” Jason said with a small sigh. “I love you.”
Jason felt more than heard the silence that came from Guy
before he answered.
“I love you too.”

Passion had burned through their bodies when Guy had asked to
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long as last time, but this time Guy had climaxed and then collapsed on
Jason.
“Why do you like kissing my neck so much?” Jason gasped.
“Do you mind me kissing your neck?” Guy asked between the
kisses. “I kiss you on the lips and on the chest too, Jason.”
“But you go for my neck almost every time.”
Jason shivered as Guy sucked the flesh of his neck. It didn’t stop
with the shiver; he began to get cold, so cold that he started shaking.
“Guy...” Jason whispered as cheeks went numb. “Please...You’re
hurting me.”
Guy yelled and jumped away. Jason shivered before looking into
Guy‘s eyes.
“Jason...I...” Guy shook his head and let tears spill from his eyes.
He came back to the bed and embraced Jason, wrapping the two of them
in several blankets before Guy started to sob.
“Guy...Please, tell me what you are,” Jason whispered, touching
Guy‘s cheek. “I need to know if we‘re going to keep loving each other.”
Guy’s tears fell down his face, and when Guy pulled Jason close
to his chest, Jason could hear his boyfriend’s soft sobs.
“I’m a vampire, Jason. I feed off your life energy because I need
to keep myself alive. I went too far this time, and I’m sorry. I can
understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore if you’re afraid of
me.”
Jason shook his head and wrapped his arms around Guy,
envying the warmth that his vampire lover held.
“No,” Jason said. “I wouldn’t leave you just because you’re
different. I knew there was something different about you. I can’t
change that, but I love you and that’s all that matters to me. I don’t care
if you’re human or not. If you’re a vampire, I don’t care; I still love you.”
Guy shifted them back on the bed, and from there, Guy held
Jason like he was injured or hurt. The warmth was returning to Jason’s
body, and now that it was back all he wanted to do was fall asleep.

The next morning, Guy‘s arms were still around him. When
Jason stirred, Guy whispered.
“It’s all right,” Guy said. “I’m here, and I’m sorry if you’re still
cold and hurting, Jason.”
“No, I’m fine,” Jason said, wrapping his arms around Guy’s
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of.”
Guy nodded, but when Jason tried to get out of bed, Guy lifted
him up into his arms.
“Guy?”
“You don’t mind me bathing with you, do you?”
Jason shook his head, allowing Guy to carry him into the
bathroom and set him into the shower. Jason watched as Guy fingered
for the warm water before he crawled in, and when he did crawl in Guy
shifted Jason up onto his body.
“Guy, you’re so cold,” Jason said. “If you need me, I can give
myself to you.”
“No, Jason,” Guy whispered. “I’ll be fine, I drained too much of
your life energy out of you last night.”
“I can’t believe that you’re a vampire,” Jason said, looking into
Guy‘s eyes. “But you are, right?”
Guy nodded and closed his eyes as the warm water started to
flow along their bodies.
“Guy, do you feel it? Do you feel the cold that I feel on your skin?”
“Yes,” Guy said.
Guy’s hand trailed down Jason’s back.
“I feel it, Jason. I felt it every day before I met you. It hurt so bad
before I felt your touch, Jason. You help ease that pain that I feel.”
“It hurts, doesn’t it? It hurts to be what you are.”
“Yes,” Guy said. “But as long as you love me it doesn’t hurt as
bad.”
Jason nodded and kissed Guy resting his head on Guy’s chest.
“You’re so innocent,” Guy said, stroking his back. “You know that,
right?”
“What?”
“The perfect innocence,” Guy smiled. “I know that any other man
wouldn’t love me as you do, Jason, especially after finding out what I
was.”
“I won’t leave you, Guy,” Jason said. “I won’t ever leave you.”
“You’ll still stay with me, even though I’m one of the horrors that
aren’t even supposed to exist in this world?”
“I will, Guy, I will.”

Jason looked up and over at Guy, watching him. Guy sat in a

chair reading a book by lamplight, his handsome facial features cast

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over in dark shadows that made him even darker than he usually was.
When Jason had first seen him in this light at the café, he hadn’t known
what to think of Guy.
Now, as Jason sat in his own chair, watching Guy, he realized
that Guy was probably the darkest creature in the whole world, but he
was a loving dark creature. Jason smiled. He slept with darkness, an
immortal who promised him anything and everything he wanted.
“What’s wrong?” Guy asked, looking up from his book. “Jason? Is
everything all right?”
“Yes, everything’s fine,” Jason said. “I’m sorry, I was just
thinking about a few things.”
Guy nodded, slipped his bookmark into the book and stood,
beckoning him to come before he turned off the lamp.
“We need to go to bed, it’s getting late.”
Jason nodded, following Guy down the hall and stripping out of
his clothes when he got to the bedroom. Jason helped Guy out of his
clothes and the two of them crawled into bed together, Guy snuggling
his face into Jason’s neck, not kissing or sucking on the flesh.
“You don’t need to feed off me tonight?” Jason asked, resting a
hand on Guy’s naked side.
“No, I don’t,” Guy whispered. “Let’s just lay together, Jason. I
want to be with you forever.”
Jason nodded.
Jason wanted to be with Guy forever too.
“Could you… Make me like you?”
Guy’s weight shifted off Jason until he was leaning on one elbow,
his other hand resting on Jason’s side.
“Is that what you want, Jason, my love?”
Jason nodded.
“I don’t want to grow old and lose you, Guy. I don’t want to lose
my love for you.”
Guy smiled.
“It’s all right, Jason,” Guy said, touching Jason‘s cheek.
“Everything will be all right.”
Jason nodded and placed his head on the pillow, closing his eyes
before he felt Guy get on top of him.
“Guy...”
Jason felt Guy push in gently before he placed his head close to
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“Just hold still,” Guy said, kissing the flesh. “Just hold still.”
Jason nodded and let his body become cold under Guy’s powerful
lust. When he heard Guy grunt, he knew that Guy had climaxed. Jason
cried out as his whole body went numb. Guy pulled out and kissed him.
“When you are no longer cold, we will be together forever,” Guy
said. “Together forever, my perfect innocence.”
Jason felt his heart blossom in heat at Guy’s words.
Together forever...
It was all Jason could ever want.

The two of them leaned against the wall, trying to be as casual

as they could be. Guy was smoking while Jason had his arms crossed
over his chest, trying to shake away the cold that he felt over his body.
This is how he felt, Jason thought, glancing at guy. This is how it
feels to be cold.
This wasn’t the cold that a person had when he was cold; it was a
cold that ran all the way down into the blood. It was a cold that came
with a curse of beautiful immortality, a beautiful immortality that
preserved men for all of time.
“You all right?” Guy asked, offering the cigarette.
Jason took the cigarette and placed it to his lips, taking a long,
deep drag before speaking.
“Yeah,” Jason said. “I’m cold.”
Guy nodded and accepted the cigarette as Jason passed it back to
him.
“It’s all right to feel afraid… Everybody feels afraid, you know?”
Jason nodded and sighed, pulling his jacket tighter around him,
letting a cold breath pass from his lips.
“Why are we here?”
“Don’t you remember?”
Jason nodded.
It was so they could feel warmth.
Guy had said that the gay men came down this alley because it
was the easiest way to get behind the gar bar that was right next door.
It was where the men went to get blowjobs and maybe pick up a guy or
two for the night.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Jason, if we only get one guy, we’re going to have to be careful,”
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was when I was draining you. You nearly froze to death.”

“We’ll take turns,” Jason suggested. “And make sure not to hurt
him.”
Guy nodded and whispered for Jason to be quiet as a man
started down the alley. The man was a normal-looking man; he wore a
brown suit and had a haircut like Guy’s. He was probably a lawyer with
a wife who expected that her husband was late every night because he
was, ‘Working at the office a little later than he had expected to be.’
“Excuse me,” the man said as he caught sight of them. “Is this
the alley that leads to… You know?”
“Oh, yes sir,” Guy said, standing at his full ehight. “You’re
looking for services?”
“Uh… Yeah,” the man said, scratching the back of his head.
“Thank you.”
“We can give you anything you want,” Guy said, stepping
forward, placing a hand on the man’s chest. “Wouldn’t you want two
men instead of one?”
“I… I don’t have that kind of money.”
“We’re not interested in the money,” Guy said, leading the man
deeper down the alley “We’re interested in giving you pleasure.”
Jason followed Guy and the man down the alley, turning down
into the alley that ended in a simple brick wall. Guy spun the man
around so that Guy was facing the man’s back.
“So,” Guy said, unbuttoning the man’s jacket. “You want
anything special?”
“N-No,” the man stammered. “No.”
The man let Guy remove his blazer and t-shirt, which left him in
his undershirt. Jason told Guy to leave the man’s pants be as he slid his
hand up and under the man’s undershirt, rubbing at his chest.
“Does that feel good?” Jason asked, kissing the man’s neck.
“Y-Yes,” the man stuttered. “Yes.”
“My, you’re getting quite excited about this, aren’t you?” Guy
said, stepping up and wrapping his hand around the tent in the man‘s
pants. “Were you looking for someone to blow you?”
The man only gave a small nod. Jason caught sight of Guy falling
to his knees, beginning to undo the man’s belt.
“Jason, stop,” Guy said.
Jason let his lips fall away from the man’s neck and continued to
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slight pinch.
“No, come up here,” the man said. “I want you both up here.”
Guy obliged and stripped the man out of his undershirt as he
rose, bending his head to the man’s chest and capturing a nipple
between his lips.
“God…” the man moaned before Guy started kissing his neck.
“Oh…”
Jason could tell that--by the man’s moans--he had just had an
orgasm. Jason turned the man’s head toward his own and kissed him,
grinding himself into the man’s back as he slid his tongue into his
mouth.
Warmth blossomed in Jason’s chest and it continued to spread as
he felt the man’s skin grow cold. He felt the man’s shivers and shortly
after that heard his whimpering, but he couldn’t pull himself away. It
was as if he and Guy were fighting for dominance over the warm life
that was flowing through the man’s body.
“Ugh,” the man said as Jason released his hold on his lips,
running his tongue across the man’s neck before sucking on the flesh.
“C-C-Cold.”
“Shh,” Guy whispered, kissing the man’s chest. “It will soon be
over.”
Crystals of ice erupted on the man’s naked skin and hair, his
breath visibly blue as if it was the dead of winter. Around them, the air
grew cold as the man succumbed to the powers that cold could inflict to
the body.
The two of them stopped when they felt the life drain out of him.
“Oh God,” Jason said, letting go of the man, the body crashing in
a heap below them. “We killed him!”
Guy could only stare at the body below them. His eyes were full
of fear, a fear that Jason had never seen on his face before.
“I’ve never killed before,” Guy said. “Never.”
Jason nodded and sighed.
“What do we do now?”
“We leave,” Guy said, bending down and picking up his jacket.
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They ran. They ran from the scene of the dead body, struggling with
their shirts. Jason nearly tripped as he tried to pull his shirt over his
head, but Guy caught him under the arms and held him up as they
redressed.
“Jason,” Guy panted, looking behind them, seeing that they were
out of the alley. “We need to go back to the apartment and get our stuff.”
“Get our stuff? Guy, what are you saying, what are you…”
“Our fingerprints are on him,” Guy said, emphasizing his choice
words to get his point across. “They will find them and run them
through the city records. When they know that they’re our fingerprints,
they’ll track us down and arrest us for murder.”
“Are we leaving?”
Guy swore and pulled Jason along by the collar of his shirt,
keeping up the pace. There would be more people going into the alley
wanting to be serviced tonight. If they happened to come across a dead
body, the first thing they would do was call the police.
“Jason, don’t make me drag you the whole time.”
Jason unwrapped Guy’s fingers from his collar and began jogging
down the street in an almost-casual manner. Onlookers would think
that they were just two men jogging at night, probably because they
didn’t like jogging in the heat and wanted to stay cool in the city.
We just killed a man.
Jason’s inner thoughts were speaking to him, telling him the
truth, but he couldn’t deny that he was reveling in the warmth
spreading through his body. It burned him in a way that he loved, in a
way that he wanted, in a way that he enjoyed. The fact that he had just
killed a man didn’t seem to chill him anymore than it should.
“Jason, Jason, Jason! Pay attention, you’re going to hit that…”
Jason slammed headfirst into a sign.
“Sign.”
Colors swirled before Jason’s eyes as he fell backward. He
grimaced, expecting the ground to meet the back of his head, but Guy
grabbed his hand and pulled him up before that was able to happen.
“You ok, Jason?”
“Yeah,” Jason said with a small, embarrassed smile. “I’m fine.”
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Guy smiled back.

“Come on, Jason. We need to get back to the apartment and get
the hell out of this town.”

When the two of them got back to the apartment, Guy turned
and slammed the door, locking it behind him. Guy turned and let his
back fall against it, sliding down the door and sitting on the floor,
resting there with his hands over his eyes.
“Guy?”
“You know how lucky we are, Jay? You know how lucky we are to
have gotten away from there without getting any weird looks or cruisers
behind us?”
“I know, Guy, but come on, let’s go. You said we needed to get out
of here.”
“All of your stuff is here, right? All of your cash dollars?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you have a credit card?”
“Why?”
“We can’t bring them with.”
“Guy, you’ve got to be kidding, I have money in the bank, and the
credit card could really help.”
“Jason, they track criminals through their credit cards,” Guy
stood and walked by him, letting his hand brush along his arm. “I’m
sorry. We’re going to be on the run, we need to play it smart, all right?”
Jason nodded and watched Guy disappear down the hall and into
the bedroom.
He felt a lot better knowing that he had Guy here with him.
When the crashes came, Jason jumped and fell to the floor in a
fetal position, fearing that it was the police banging on the door. He
didn’t hear any shouting, but the crashing continued, which meant that
it could only be Guy.
Jason jumped up and ran down the hall and into the bedroom,
ducking just in time to avoid being hit by a drawer.
“Guy! What are you doing!”
“We need to hurry, Jason. It could be reported right now! You
know how quick they can scan a fingerprint into a computer? Both of us
would be on the top of the most-wanted list in the whole town!”
Guy pulled his clothes out of the drawer and as threw them onto
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he was deathly afraid of what might happen to the two of them if he

didn’t hurry.
Jason bent down and began to gather up his own clothes. He
threw them into their own separate pile and reached under the bed,
pulling out his and Guy’s suitcase. He threw both of them onto the bed,
where they were soon buried under the clothes that Guy was digging
out.
“Jay,” Guy grunted. “Get our clothes into the suitcases, don’t
bother with what goes in what. We’ll sort it out later, once we’re out of
the city.”
Jason opened his own suitcase and began to throw clothes in. He
didn’t pay attention to whether or not they were his or Guy’s clothes,
none of it mattered; nothing mattered now. Time was of the essence;
they were racing against it, trying to outrun a speed demon that could
barely be challenged. When he had stuffed his suitcase as full as he
could, he opened Guy’s and threw the remainder of the clothes in. He
heard Guy come into the bedroom, counting money and then throwing it
out of his wallet and onto the bed.
“Three hundred,” Guy said, wiping a hand across his sweaty
forehead. “How much do you have?”
“Maybe two-fifty. I’m sorry, Guy; I should’ve went and drawn out
the money for this month’s rent. At least I would have more money that
way.”
Guy shook his head and pulled Jason close to his body, deeply
kissing him for a short, passionate moment before pulling away.
“Jason,” Guy said. “To hell with your apologies, I’m not taking
them. This was all an accident, a big accident. We can get away, don’t
worry; it’s not our fault, we just went a little too far.”
Jason nodded and hugged Guy as if there was no tomorrow. He
put his face to Guy’s neck and took in his deep, manly scent, reveling in
it. He was happy to be next to Guy, to be with him, to be loved by him.
“Jason, I think we should change into some different clothes and
leave.”
Jason nodded.
From now on, they were on the run.

They had redressed into casual clothes, though different from

their own. They both wore jeans and flannel shirts.
They climbed into the car, dumping their suitcases in the back.

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Guy started the car up and sat there with only the dash lights
on. The blue lit up Guy’s face, showing a small bit of stubble on his chin
and on his upper lip. Jason knew that Guy would see pretty much the
same thing should he decide to look over at him, but he didn’t care.
“So,” Guy said, letting out a sigh as he pulled a pack of cigarettes
from his pocket. “You ready?”
Guy’s lighter let out a small flame as he rolled the knob a few
times. The flame kissed the very tip of the cigarette and let it come to
life before Guy offered Jason the cigarettes and the lighter.
“You don’t care?”
“Jason,” Guy said, a mouthful of smoke coming out of his mouth.
“Quit doing that to me. I offered you the cigarettes, so just take one.”
“I was just asking. There’s some guys who don’t want their cars
all smoked up.”
“If I was one of those guys, would I be smoking in my car?” Guy
asked with a big, stupid grin. “Just shut up and light your cigarette.”
Jason laughed and placed the smoke in his mouth as Guy backed
out of the apartment’s parking lot. Jason waited until they were on the
road to light the cigarette. He placed the lighter between them on the
front seat and removed the smoke from his mouth, sighing a mouthful of
smoke.
It wasn’t too long before they saw the Oakland, California sign
pass by them, followed by the city. The city disappeared from the
rearview mirror in what seemed like minutes. If the cause of the sign
disappearing in minutes happened because they were moving away
from it or because he wanted it to disappear, Jason didn’t know.
“You all right, Jason?”
“Fine,” Jason said, taking another drag. “Sorry, Guy, I’m just
scared.”
“You’re not the only one,” Guy whispered. “You’re not the only
one.”

Their sweaty upper torsos pressed into each other as the two of
them kissed. Parked on an old, abandoned road that led into some
wilderness area, the two of them were in complete privacy as they
kissed. Jason gripped Guy’s head with both hands as they tongues made
love to each other. They danced together in a savage passion, one trying
to overcome the other. Guy drove his tongue deeper into Jason’s mouth
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as Guy fell with him. Guy pushed his hand under Jason’s head and
pulled Jason up closer so Guy could taste more of the inside of Jason’s
mouth.
“Guy,” Jason gasped before kissing him again.
“Jason,” Guy said as he pulled off. “The car’s too small for us.”
“Guy, we can’t do it outside. The bugs would eat us alive.”
Jason could feel Guy’s desire against his leg. It was long, hard,
and thick. Guy’s cock was stretching the fabric of his jeans as far as it
could, desiring release, wanting release, wanting to be inside Jason.
Jason also wanted it, but the car was too small, and there was always
the possibility that a lone cruiser could pass by and catch them in the
act.
“Jason,” Guy said as he fumbled at his belt. “We’ll make it work,
come on.”
“Guy, what if somebody sees us?”
“Nobody’s going to see us,” Guy said as he undid Jason’s belt,
pulling his pants down. “You want it too.”
Guy bent down and took the head of Jason’s boxer-covered cock
in his mouth, pleasuring it through the fabric. Jason moaned and
grabbed a handful of Guy’s hair, gripping it as his boyfriend sucked him
off.
“I want you to fuck me, Guy,” Jason said, pulling Guy’s head
away. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Guy wasted no time in pulling his pants and boxers off, and
when Jason had his boxers off Guy literally jumped on him. Guy kissed
Jason deeply, driving his tongue into Jason’s mouth before he pulled
awau and entered him. Jason cried out in surprise and lust as Guy
began his thrusts, trying to keep himself in a good position so the fuck
wouldn’t be too painful. Guy obviously noticed Jason’s worry, as he
wrapped his arms around Jason’s chest and supported him as he
continued.
“God, Jay,” Guy moaned, licking Jason’s stomach. “You’re so
good.”
“Guy, please, don’t stop. Harder… Do me harder.”
Guy increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. Instead of
driving himself halfway in, he drove himself in all the way. Jason could
feel Guy’s pubic hair tickling his skin, he could feel his length and girth
inside him, he could feel Guy’s tongue running along his lower stomach,
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Guy’s animal grunt forewarned Jason of Guy’s orgasm. Guy

gripped Jason’s shoulders tightly as orgasm took control. Guy’s eyes
rolled into the back of his head, his neck met the skin of his back, and he
took several shallow breaths, trying to regain his composure.
“Guy… Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” he said. “God, you didn’t explode?”
“No.”
Guy pulled out and wrapped his lips around the head of Jason’s
cock. It didn’t take long for Jason to orgasm, and when he did Guy didn’t
back off, not one bit. When he felt his cock loose its hardness, Guy
sucked it for a few more moments before letting it go, licking his lips.
“God, you’re amazing, Jason…”
Jason could only nod and smile.

When Jason woke up the next morning, Guy was in the front
seat, shirtless and driving, smoking a cigarette. The thought of last
night‘s sex struck him, and for a moment he was afraid that he was
completely naked. Jason saw that he wasn’t naked. Guy must’ve
pulled his underwear back up his legs. That, or he had done it himself,
but he figured Guy had done it.
“How come it’s so hot in here?” Jason asked, feeling a bead of
sweat fall from his armpit.
“The damn air conditioner doesn’t work. A cord or something
must’ve came loose. I’ll check it when we stop for gas.”
“Do you think it’s safe to stop somewhere and gas up?”
“I’ve been listening to the radio all morning, Jay. Nothing’s been
said about us.”
“What if they’re trying to keep quiet so we won’t hear anything?
What if they’re posting pictures around the cities and we don’t know
about it? What if…”
“They only do that in the movies, babe,” Guy said with a small
laugh. “I think that’s the first time I’ve called you babe.”
“So?”
“I was just saying, it sounded a bit weird… No! I don’t mean it
that way, I swear! I meant that it sounded weird because I haven’t had
somebody love me in a long time.”
“I won’t ask about it,” Jason said, pulling his jeans up his legs. “I
don’t need to bring anything painful up.”
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vampire is one of the few species that really depend on their partner for
any kind of support. I haven’t told you this, but half the reason that I’m
still alive is because of you.”
“Because of me?”
“Yeah. I was starting to die, Jay. Not from sickness or not
feeding, but because of the loneliness I felt. Me and you are different
from the blood-drinkers and psychic vampires because we need to the
support of someone to survive.”
“How long?”
“I went for several years without someone close to me. While it
doesn’t start to affect you for a little while, it will eventually. I was
draining you so much because there was so much life energy that had
been lost to me all of those years.”
Jason sat there in silence, not wanting to say anything that
might upset Guy.
“You know, you really helped me, Guy. We’ve only been in love for
little more than a week, but still. You have no idea how much it helps to
have you with me.”
“But I turned you into what I am, I got you into this mess. That
doesn’t bother you at all?”
“I wanted to become what you are, and you didn’t get me into
this mess; we should’ve known that the both of us feeding off one person
would have consequences to it.”
“Jason, I don’t know what to say,” Guy sighed. “You don’t know
how much that means to me. I don’t think that too many people would
willingly follow me into this situation.”
Jason gave a small nod, trying not to break the peaceful silence
that the two of them were in. Just sitting here with Guy was enough to
melt him.
“Where are we?”
“Fresno,” Guy said. “I woke up a few hours ago and started
driving. It only took me three hours to get here.”
“Are you going to stop anytime soon?”
“To gas the car up and get something to eat, maybe buy a few
bags of chips on the way to Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Jason asked, pulling a shirt over his head, catching a
glance from the woman in the car beside them. “Why are we going to
Vegas?”
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him through the rear-view mirror. “I’m fair at gambling.”

“Gambling? You’re not seriously thinking of using our money, are
you? Guy, are you crazy? You could loose all of that! You could…”
“Jason,” Guy said, stopping Jason before he could go on with the
bad things that could happen. “I can tell when people are bluffing just
by looking at them. I can hear the thoughts of people.”
“Can you hear mine?”
“No, I don’t violate your privacy,” Guy said in a soft, reassuring
voice. “I don’t violate a person’s privacy if I don’t need to.”
Jason nodded and leaned back in his seat. He wondered what all
Guy could do. Of course, when Jason had first met Guy he had that
irresistible, sexual charm--which Jason guessed all vampires had--and
he could touch things that a normal person couldn’t, like the fresh cup of
coffee that he had drank right when the waitress had given it to him.
But Jason wondered what else Guy could do.
“Don’t worry,” Guy said, breaking his train of thought. “I’ll teach
you.”
“Did you?”
“No, I didn’t. I could tell that you were thinking about it without
any use of my gifts.”
Jason gave a small nod and smiled at Guy, looking out the
window. He could see other cars passing them on the street, a few people
walking up the sidewalks in opposite ways, and a few buildings,
particularly a gas station and restaurant combo.
Upon seeing the gas station and restaurant, Guy turned into the
parking lot and stopped the car, turning it off.
“Could you toss me a shirt?”
Jason tossed Guy an undershirt before pulling his shoes on,
stepping out of the car and following Guy into the restaurant. Guy
gestured him to go wherever with his head as he walked around, picking
certain bagged-food items off of the shelves as he did so. Jason nodded
and walked through the aisles until he found the bathroom, and when
he did he entered the one-person bathroom and closed the door behind
him, locking it.
Run down place, Jason thought, stripping of his shirt. He turned
the water on and splashed some under his arms and face, shivering at
the cold.
When he looked up at the mirror, he saw something he didn’t
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His eyes, once brown, were now electric blue, a bright blue that
seemed to make his eyes look like ice cubes.
“Oh my god,” he said, surprised that the words had come out of
his mouth. “What happened?”
He stared at himself in the mirror for several minutes before he
heard a knock. At first, he ignored it, not caring whether or not there
was somebody outside the door wanting to take a piss.
Then he heard the voice.
“Jason, let me in.”
Jason walked to the door and let Guy in, closing the door behind
him and locking it. He turned and gripped Guy’s shoulders, leading him
so that Guy’s back was pressing up against the wall.
“What can you see that’s different?”
“Your eyes.”
Jason blinked.
“What? What did you say?”
“Your eye color changed,” Guy said. “It happens when you
become one, Jason.”
Jason didn’t want to ask about Guy’s transformation; he didn’t
want to know of any other side affects that could happen.
“Come on,” Guy said, knocking Jason out of his deep thought.
“I’ve got hamburgers and some fries ordered. They’ll be done in a few
minutes.”
Jason nodded, pulled his shirt over his head, and followed Guy
out of the bathroom, getting a few odd glances from some of the men
that were loitering near the restroom area.
By the time that they were in the fast food part of the gas
station, Guy’s number was called out and he went over to grab the food.
Jason sat down at a long table near the back, waiting for Guy to come
and sit down beside him.
“You hear anything else about it?” Jason asked, taking a
hamburger from the bag.
“No,” Guy said, taking a bite of his own hamburger. “I don’t think
they know anything about it yet, Jason. Don’t worry, and keep your
voice down; we don’t want anybody getting suspicious.”
Jason nodded and finished his first hamburger before beginning
to eat his next one, watching Guy eat as well. Guy ate more of the fries
than he did, but that didn’t bother him; he thought it was a bit funny.
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off. “You care?”

“No, I was just laughing to myself,” Jason grinned. “No, eat as
many as you like.”
Guy smiled and continued to eat the fries in a nonchalant
manner.
Jason couldn’t help but smile again.
“What?” Guy asked, putting the fry that he was eating down.
“You keep giving me that weird look.”
“What look?”
“The look before we have sex.”
Thankfully, no one was around, so nobody heard guy’s comment.
“I just like looking at your… Teeth, that’s all.”
Guy gave a very suggestive smile.
“Sure, Jason; you just like the way I can work you over, huh?”
Jason smiled and scooted over beside him, punching his shoulder
in a playful manner as he stole the fry Guy picked up.
“Hey!”
“Hey what?”
“Oh, nothing. Go eat your hamburger, you’ve barely touched it.”
“I eat the fries first.”
“So do I.”
They both laughed and continued eating, being distracted as
another patron turned the television up.
“This morning, a body was found in Oakland, California in an
abandoned alley outside of the ‘Queerky Times’ bar. Though no physical
abuse seemed to have caused the death, the fingerprints of two
different individuals have been found. The authorities have not yet
released the details of the two suspects to the public.”
Jason’s skin turned cold, and it wasn’t because his body
temperature was naturally cold either. That finger--not Guy’s finger
during sex, but a different, more ominous finger--trailed down his spine,
revealing that terrible feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Guy’s hand reached under the table and gripped Jason’s hand.
“Come on, Jay, we’ve got to go. It won’t be long.”
They gathered up what they were eating and left the restaurant.

When the two of them hit Las Vegas a few hours later, they
quickly got a room in a small hotel and collapsed on the bed. The car
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“You ok?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, I’ll live.”
The room was silent for several minutes, and in those minutes
Jason was worried. His heart--though he was sure it was made of ice by
now--burned badly. His heart ached for freedom, for salvation; it ached
for whatever it might be able to get. What they were doing wasn’t right.
Running was never right. That’s what his father had told him, anyway.
Running from your problems is never the way to do it, son.
There’ll come a time in your life when you’re going to have to make a big
decision that will impact you for the rest of your life.
Jason’s father had never mentioned anything about running
away with the man he loved, whom he had happened to meet in a bar,
fall in love with, and then end up becoming a vampire with him. But
that was where another one of the talks he had with his father came in,
right after he had told his father--who was the single and sole parent of
him--that he was gay.
It doesn’t matter who you love, Jason; you do the right thing and
dedicate yourself to him. I know it’ll be hard, and I know you know it’ll
be hard. It’s a sad thing that society won’t accept people like you very
well, Jason. But you remember, son; if you love somebody, you’ll do
anything for them.
Jason would do anything for Guy. He had allowed Guy to turn
him into a vampire so the two of them could be together. Guy had also
shared his first feeding with him. The way the warmth had spread
throughout his body aroused him; it made him hard, it made him moan,
it made him want more.
But the first time they had fed, Jason and Guy had accidentally
killed a man.
“Jason?”
Jason jumped as he felt Guy place a hand on his bare arm.
“You ok?”
Jason gave a small nod, feeling a small, cold tear come out of his
eye.
“I just love you so much,” Jason said as he rolled over and
pushed himself up to Guy, hugging him and burying his head into his
neck. “You don’t know how much, Guy.”
Guy stroked Jason’s head as the two of them lay there, their
bodies resting on the pillows by the headrest, wrapped in each other’s
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“You feel so warm, Guy.”

Guy smiled at him.
“You do too.”

Guy shook Jason until he woke up the next morning, and it

didn’t take long at that. At first, Jason thought it was just Guy wanting
him to get out of bed, which he didn’t want to do. Their lovemaking had
lasted into the early-morning hours, and the little sleep the two of them
had got didn’t seem like much to him.
“Come on, Jason. Wake up, it’s on the news!”
Jason bolted upright when he heard the last four words.
It’s on the news!
“It has been confirmed that the two killers in question seemed to
have administered a lethal dose of some underground drug into the
victim. The blood in his veins was literally frozen, which questions as to
what kind of drug killed the man. The killers have been identified as
two men from the Oakland area, Jason Scar and Guy Winters.” Both of
their pictures popped up on the screen before the newscaster continued.
“Both men have fled the Oakland area around twelve AM this morning.
It is unknown how they have transported themselves. If you see either
of these men or even suspect them to be in your local area, please call
the number below.”
The number flashed below the screen just as Guy picked up the
remote and turned the TV off.
“Guy, what do we…”
“We’re still not out of the state, Jay, they’ve probably got people
all over the area asking questions.”
“Did you do something to the people who saw you? I mean…
Well, you know?”
Guy sighed.
“I did my best, Jason. Hopefully it’ll all work out for the best.”
Jason sighed his relief, comforted by Guy’s words. He hoped with
all his heart that it would work out for the best.

Jason and Guy had just got out of the shower when they heard a
loud pounding at the door. It wasn’t the kind of pounding that a hotel
employee would do if they were anxious, trying to get the occupants to
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It was someone else.

“Who is…”
Guy grabbed Jason from behind and slapped a hand over his
mouth, drawing him close to his chest.
“Shh, be quiet,” Guy whispered “See who it is.”
They waited several more minutes before the pounding started
up again.
“This is the police! Open the door and come out with your hands
raised; we don’t want anyone here hurt.”
Guy let go of Jason and spun him around, looking directly in
Jason’s eyes.
“We don’t have much time. Pull a shirt over your head and let’s
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“Guy, how are we going to get out of here? We’re on the fifth floor of the
building!”
“Open up! We know you’re in there, we’ll break the door down if
you don’t open up!”
Guy pulled a t-shirt over his head and swore under his breath,
looking at the curtains. He tore them off the bar and grabbed the sheet
off the bed, tying the three pieces of fabric together.
“You’re crazy! That only works in the movies!” Jason whispered.
“Well, it looks like we’re going to have to play movie stars then,
won’t we?”
Jason grabbed the money that was lying on the nightstand and
walked to the balcony. Guy closed the door as Jason walked to the
railing. Jason looked over it, a tightness gripping his chest in a strong
hold; a monster’s grip. His heart was beating like a jackhammer, his
mind was racing, thoughts of falling and death entered his mind. He
broke out in a sweat and his breathing became more rapid.
You’ll never make it… You’ll fall and die first.
“Jason, go! They’re going to break the door down.”
Guy’s words sprung Jason on. He literally vaulted over the side
and grabbed the curtain, shimmying down them as if he was some
bizarre jungle man, wearing only a piece of animal fur to cover himself.
It wasn’t long before Guy was just above him.
And it also wasn’t long before the crashing of a door above them.
“Go, Jason!” Guy urged as they continued down the getaway
rope.
Jason felt the end of the rope in his hands.
Shit!
“Guy, don’t…”
Jason was cut off as Guy stepped on his hand. Jason lost his grip
on the rope and fell, trying desperately to reach for the rope that was
now hanging above him.
“Jason!”
Jason didn’t know how it happened, but when he heard Guy’s
voice his boyfriend’s arms were around him. Jason felt Guy’s stubbly
chin buried into the crook of his neck.
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This is it, Jason thought as he hugged Guy’s body tighter to his

own. You’re going to die right here, Jason. You’re going to die a criminal,
where they’ll put your body on display and then end up burying you in
some place where they bury criminals.
If they buried criminals in a normal graveyard, anyway. At that
particular moment, Jason didn’t think criminals who murdered were
given the same respect.
“Hold on,” Guy whispered. “Don’t let go, Jason. We’re almost
there.”
The tone in Guy’s voice didn’t have a trace of fear in it. Jason felt
like dirt compared to Guy, who was a god to him, a god that accepted the
death that the two of them faced.
“Hold on, Jason.”
Guy’s arms tightened around Jasonm before they hit.
It wasn’t the ground they hit.
It was water.
Water exploded around them as they fell into the pond at a speed
of what seemed like a bullet, creating a geyser that shot into the sky.
The same ice that had formed on the dead man’s body was forming on
Jason’s, and as he opened his eyes--opening his eyes to the dark, blue
water, in which he could only see Guy’s eyes--he saw the blue fire in his
boyfriend’s eyes.
Hold on, Jason. Don’t let go.
Jason didn’t let go.
Jason let the ice swallow him.

Had Jason been a normal person, he would’ve woken up with a

chill that would have went all the way to his bones, or he wouldn’t have
woken up at all. Above him, the stars twinkled as if they were laughing
for their stupidity.
It only works in the movies, Jason thought. Only in the movies.
Jason sat up and felt the weight of his clothes against his body.
He was about to strip out of his shirt before he felt a pair of hands doing
so.
“How long have I been out?” Jason asked.
“Not too long, I don’t think,” Guy said as he tossed the damp
shirt nearby, onto an arrangement of rocks that cradled the pond. “I
woke up not too long ago.”
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the normal shiver that he felt from the cold that was always in his body,
but the cold that came with being soaked; clothes and all.
“You ok?”
“Fine,” Jason said. “How far away are we?”
“The pond’s fairly large, but we’re not too far.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“If you count the police searching the area, then yeah, that’s a
bad thing.”
Guy pointed toward the flashing lights in the distance. Every so
often a beam would break across the sky, followed by the howling or
barking of search dogs.
“How long do you think it’ll take them to find us?”
“I don’t know, but it’s best if we get moving. We have the
advantage of being soaking wet, so the dogs won’t be able to smell us.”
“Our pants, they’ll leave marks.”
“Well, I guess this is my chance to fulfill my lifelong dream of
running through the woods in my underwear, right?” Guy asked with a
large, stupid grin.
Jason laughed as he stood, watching Guy strip out of his pants
and down to his underwear. Jason followed suit, while Guy bent down
beside the clothing.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying something. Shh.”
Jason watched with interest as Guy’s fingers trailed off the fabric
of the clothing, waiting to see if what Guy was trying to do. Guy’s face lit
up in frustration, and for a moment it seemed like he was going to bite
down on his lip.
Then the ice started spreading across the clothes.
“What are you doing?” Jason asked.
“Tossing them into the river,” Guy said. “If I freeze them good
enough, they’ll melt when they get into the water.”
Jason nodded and backed up to let Guy continue his work. Jason
couldn’t take his mind of the commotion behind them. He heard shouts
in the distance, heard more sirens coming off from far away, and the
dogs were barking again.
It was all too distracting.
When Jason heard the splash, it didn’t take too long for Guy’s
hand to come out and grab his wrist.
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They walked through the forest for what seemed like hours
before the two of them finally stopped. When they did, they were sitting
on the floor of an old, abandoned house, one that seemed as though it
was hundreds of years old.
“Jason, you all right?”
Though Jason couldn’t see Guy, he knew that he was right beside
him.
“I’m fine, don’t worry, Guy.”
“You cold?”
“Yeah.”
Jason felt Guy’s arms wrap around him. The two of them had
since decided to try and get some sleep, even though it wasn’t working
very well. The house was cold, and the fact that they were wet didn’t
help him any better.
“Are you cold?” Jason asked.
“Not when I’m with you, Jay.”
“Thanks,” Jason said, now feeling better.
The room went quiet for several long minutes, leaving Jason to
trail off into his thoughts. He wondered where they were going, where
they might be headed in their lives, and if they might get caught.
Guy drew Jason closer to his bare chest.
“Jason, is something bothering you?”
“I want to know where we’re going, Guy.”
The silence that followed terrified Jason. His mind screamed as
he understood that his boyfriend--whom he had thought had known
where they were going--didn’t know where to go. The breath in Jason’s
chest escaped him as his thoughts tried to break out of his mind.
“Y-Y-You don’t know where t-t-to go?”
“Jason, it’s all right. I know where to go, but I haven’t been there
for a long time.”
“Where is it, Guy?”
“I’m afraid of going there.”
“Why? Where are we going and why are you afraid of going
there?”
When Guy didn’t answer, Jason pushed away.
“Jason…”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
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“Scared of what?”
“Scared of going back to our kind!”
The breath passed out of Jason’s chest just as fast as it had when
the two of them had been falling. When they had fallen from the
makeshift escape rope, the breath had passed out of his chest as Guy
had pulled him closer, thinking that they were both going to die. Now,
though, it seemed much more painful.
“We’re going where people like us are?”
“Yes, Jason,” Guy whispered, touching Jason‘s cheek. “We’re
going to a place that I’ve been afraid to go back to for several years.”

That following morning, Guy shook Jason awake. When Jason

opened his eyes, he could see that it was barely dawn; the sky lit only by
a faint blue light.
“Come on, Jason. We need to get going. We might be able to get
there before the sun comes up.”
“Come on, Guy,” Jason groaned. “Just a few more minutes.”
“I know what you mean by, ‘A few more minutes,’ Jason. You’ll
end up falling back asleep and you’ll get mad at me if I wake you up
again.”
Jason gripped Guy’s hand and let Guy take the full brunt of his
weight as Guy pulled him up.
“Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Jason said as he looked out the broken
window before returning his attention to Guy. “You would’ve let me sleep
longer if we could.”
“We need to get going, Jason. We have a walk ahead of us.”

The walk that Guy had described as--quite easily--‘a walk’ was
exactly as he meant it. The two of them walked through the woods for
what seemed like two hours before they finally stopped.
“God,” Jason said. “I didn’t know we’d have to go over a bunch of
rocks”
“You’re lucky that I caught you. That cut on your ankle would’ve
been a lot worse if you would’ve went tumbling.”
Jason nodded and fingered the cut. It wasn’t bad, but it had bled
a small bit. He could feel the dry, crusting blood there, but when he
pulled his finger back he could see that the tip of his finger was covered
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“How can some of them drink this?”

“It’s just their way of living,” Guy said, bending down beside
Jason. “They drink their blood while we steal the warmth in a body.
We’re no different from any kind of vampire, Jason; we have to take to
be able to live.”
Jason gave a small nod and wiped the blood on the waistband of
his underwear, giving Guy a small smile.
“I feel a bit weird walking around in just my underwear.”
“No one’s going to see us,” Guy grinned. “Come on, we should get
going.”
Jason accepted Guy’s hand and let Guy pull him to his feet,
giving him a small smile.
“Thanks,” Jason said.
“No trouble.”

The two of them started walking again, and within an hour Guy
had raised a hand and stopped.
“What is it?” Jason asked.
“Give me a minute. I think it’s around here, if I can remember
correctly.”
Jason gave a small nod and crossed his arms over his chest,
keeping quiet as Guy looked around, trying to find if they were in the
right place or not.
Jason felt a piece of metal against his neck.
The same kind of metal a gun had.
“Don’t move,” a man said. “Or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
Jason gave a small nod and slowly moved his arms away from
his chest, raising them into the air.
“I said don’t…”
“I won’t hurt you,” Jason said as he tried to keep his calm. “We
don’t have anything with us. What do you want?”
“You’re too close to this area, we can’t let you live. We…”
“Stop!”
Jason grimaced as he heard another man speak.
“It’s him.”
“You mean that him?”
“Yes!”
“What do we do with this one then?”
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“Just knock him out, he doesn’t need to know where we’re going.”
That was the last thing Jason heard before his world went dark.

When Jason woke, he was cold. It could’ve been because he

hadn’t fed for a good while, or it could’ve been because he was in a cold
place. He opened his eyes and shut them as he heard voices.
“He’s stirring.”
“Are you sure?” another man asked. “You weren’t just seeing
things?”
“I saw his eyelids move! He’s waking.”
Someone grabbed Jason’s hair and hoisted him off the ground in
a powerful tug. Jason cried out just before the man slapped the back of
his head. He spat, and when he opened his eyes he saw that it was
blood.
“Told you the fucker was awake,” the man said, keeping a hold
on Jason‘s hair. “So, enjoy your sleep, pretty boy?”
“Leave me alone,” Jason said in a low, weak voice. “I didn’t do
anything to you.”
“Those humans could’ve followed you out here. How would it look
if a bunch of humans found one of our hideouts, ey? What would happen
to us?”
“I didn’t know where we were going, Guy…”
“Don’t go blaming your problems on someone else,” the man
snarled. “How stupid is it to turn and then get yourself targeted by
humans?”
“I didn’t try to, it was my first feeding, I…”
“Your sire should have been more careful then.”
The man didn’t lighten up on Jason any. Instead, he thrust Jason
into the wall, Jason’s head turned out to the side, the man holding it
there. Jason didn’t dare move, because he was more than sure that the
man could easily break him in two.
“Now, what should your punishment be?” the man asked in an
almost parent-like voice. “Should the little boy go put his nose in the
corner, or should I carve my name into his back?”
Jason heard the sound of a switchblade being released from its
inner prison. He tried not to show fear, but it wasn’t working; he wasn’t
the kind of guy who could just suck it up and make it look like he wasn’t
worried. He closed his eyes and felt tears flow down his face.
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the other men around him. “Looks like I’ll carve my first and last name
into his back. I‘ll do it deep, so it won‘t go away, and I‘ll make the letters
wide so my first name barely fits on his back.”
The other man cheered and clapped, and just when Jason
thought it was going to get any worse, he heard footsteps.
“I forbid this behavior!”
The room silenced as if God had struck it with his iron fist. The
men stopped laughing almost immediately. The blade that had been
pressed to his back withdrew, and the man released his grip on Jason.
Jason didn’t take shame in falling to the floor and staring at it,
watching his own tears blink back at him on the old, dirty stone tile
below him.
“But sir, he could have endangered our existence, he…”
“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you the right to torture him.”
“But sir, the oath, our code of existence, he…”
The man who had pressed the blade to Jason’s flesh went quiet.
Jason saw a boot in his line of vision and tried to keep the tears at bay,
but he couldn’t help it. Some fell onto the man’s boot. Jason cringed and
expected to be kicked or injured in some way, but after a moment he
knew that it wasn’t going to be.
“You’ve reduced one of our own kind to something less than us,”
the man who had silenced his tormenters said. “Be gone, all of you! I’ll
deal with you all later.”
The shuffling of feet soon left the room after the man made his
final order.
Jason heard the shuffling as the man descended on one knee, to
his height.
“You are my son’s lover?”
Jason looked up and saw a handsome face that could have been
Guy’s in ten year’s time, had Guy been able to age. The tanned skin bore
the muscular look of a leader and the blonde, trimmed beard did no less
to extinguish the power that he had,
“What?” Jason asked.
“You’re my son’s lover?”
“Yes,” Jason choked out. “You’re his…his…”
“Yes, I’m his father,” the man smiled. “Please, stand and come
with me. You need a good bed and some proper clothing.”
Jason nodded and accepted the man’s hand, standing and
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came at to a door. The man opened it and the two of them entered.
“Jason,” Guy said from the bed, on which he only wore a sheet to
cover his naked body. “Father, is he all right?”
“He is fine, son. He was being harassed by some of my men, but I
am going to deal with the problem shortly.”
Jason watched Guy’s nod and smiled at him, trying to keep his
eyes away from the man who was Guy’s father.
“I’ll leave the two of you alone. I’ll have some clothes brought
down to you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jason said
The man gave a small nod and left the room, closing the door
behind him.
“Guy, what is this? Why was your father dressed like someone
out of a medieval movie?”
Guy’s father had been wearing brown leather trousers and boots,
along with a brown tunic with a small cape.
“Jason, this is where I wanted to bring us. This is where we live.”
“We?”
“Yes,” Guy said. “The ice vampires.”

That night--or what Jason assumed was night, since there were
no windows or any portholes looking out to the world--Jason and Guy
lay in bed together. They hadn’t made love, but Jason knew that Guy
was still awake beside him. Jason could feel the muscles on Guy’s back
moving against his own bare flesh. It was nervous movement, movement
that one would use to try to relieve tension.
“You all right, Guy?”
“I’m fine,” Guy said from Jason’s side. “Don’t worry about me,
Jason.”
“You’re not the one to sit up and worry about something though,
I am.”
When Guy didn’t answer, Jason looked over at the single candle
sitting by the door. He watched its flame dance back and forth,
wondering if it would go out or not, wondering if it would decide to burn
out and leave them in darkness. It didn’t seem to want to though; it
seemed more than content bathing the room in a soft but comforting
light.
“I’m not worried,” Guy finally said.
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you’ve been afraid to go back to?”

“Did I say I was afraid?”
“Yes.”
The next bout of silence would be longer, Jason could feel that.
Jason rolled over, wrapped his arms around Guy’s back and locked his
fingers together, letting his interlocked fists rest against Guy’s flat,
muscled chest.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Guy. I’m here, and you
know that I love you.”
“I know you love me, Jason. You know I know that, right?”
Jason nodded.
“I need to sleep. I’m sorry, I can’t stay awake anymore.”
“It’s all right, Jason. Just get some sleep and take it easy, all
right?”
Jason nodded and closed his eyes, kissing Guy’s shoulder blade
before he fell asleep.
S
Guy carefully removed himself from Jason’s grip and sat up,
letting his feet rest on the floor while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
After a moment, Guy stood and pulled his trousers up his legs before
drawing a blanket around his shoulders. He carefully opened the door,
exited, and then closed it before walking down the halls, intent on going
to his father’s room.
It wasn’t long before Guy came to the room. He gave a short
knock before opening the door and entering, closing the door behind
him.
“I’m sorry I’m disturbing you at this hour, Father.”
Guy’s father was reading a book by candlelight, his upper body
naked, showing muscles and scars from the past. The man put the book
down at looked up at Guy.
“No, son, it’s fine; please, sit.”
Guy took his father’s words and sat down on the bed beside him,
sighing as he pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
“It’s cold here,” Guy said with a laugh. “Is it always so cold?”
“When was the last time you fed?”
Guy sighed.
“When I’m with him, I forget that I’m not human.”
“I was expecting you to come back alone, or if it was with
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“It’s not like I chose the way I feel about men, Father,” Guy said
as he pulled the blanket tighter around him, trying to draw the warmth
from it into him. “But I won’t deny the fact that I love Jason.”
The silence from Guy’s father scared him. The reason Guy had
left before--six years before, if he remembered correctly, around his
twentieth birthday--was because he felt that his father was
uncomfortable with him around.
“Father?”
“Yes, son?”
“Do you hate me?”
The man’s sigh scared Guy. What was his father going to say?
Was he going to say something to hurt Guy, something along the lines of,
‘I would’ve liked a grandson?’ Those words had stung Guy, mostly
because he felt that his father only wanted him for a grandchild.
“I don’t hate you, son. When you left six years ago, I felt that you
had a different way of viewing love. I saw the way you looked at some of
the men here all those years ago, especially after Gerald suddenly died.”
“You knew that I loved him, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Gerald had been Guy’s first love, the man whom Guy had shared
his bed with for the first time, the man who had stolen his heart with
love. Gerald, who had held Guy when he was upset, when he had been
hurting, when he had been struggling with trying to survive as a
vampire. Gerald was the man Guy had loved, who had been murdered
by savages.
“I didn’t want you to leave then, son. I’m sure that you felt
distanced from me then, but I want you to know that I never wanted you
to leave.”
“I felt that way.”
“I was upset too. In a way, I thought of Gerald as my own son.
After I found out the two of you were sleeping with each other, I didn’t
want to believe it.”
“You knew we were sleeping together?”
“I heard the two of you talking one night when I passed your
room. I didn’t need to see it to know that you two were in bed with each
other. I had seen how you looked at him, how you had talked to him,
how you would follow him around and, when the two of you thought you
were alone, would kiss.”
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about before?”
“Because I’m selfish, Guy. I didn’t want to believe that you and
Gerald were sleeping together, and when I saw your new lover, I didn’t
want to believe it either.”
“Father…”
“No, son, don’t take pity on me; you should hate me for my
feelings toward you.”
“But I don’t.”
Guy reached arm out and put his hand over his father’s, sighing.
“Father, I don’t hate you. Don’t ever think that.”
Guy’s father nodded and gave him a small, weary smile.
“Go back to bed, son. He’ll be wondering where you are if he
wakes up and you aren’t there.”
Guy nodded and kissed his father’s cheek before leaving the
room.
When Guy closed the door, he was afraid that the small
community would wake up. But right now, he didn’t care; thoughts of
Gerald lingered in his mind. They had been almost nonexistent for the
last few years, mostly because he couldn’t deal with the pain of being
alone. There was also the pain of not being able to see him again, to not
be able to touch him, to kiss him, to make love to him.
Jason, though; Jason made him whole again. Guy knew that he
would never forget Gerald, but as long as he was with Jason, he
wouldn’t feel like he had before.
Guy opened the door to their room and saw Jason sitting on the
bed, watching him.
“Guy, do you want to tell me about Gerald?”
S
Jason watched Guy’s expression as his boyfriend closed the door.
Guy sighed and crawled into bed, covering himself up and laying his
head on the pillow.
“Guy?”
“Jason, he was my lover,” Guy said. “A long time ago.”
“How long?”
“Six years ago, before I left here, right before my twentieth
birthday.”
“Gerald was murdered?”
Guy’s choked-out cry made Jason’s heart sink.
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“No, Jason, it’s not your fault. You followed me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I was worried about you.”
Guy turned over and, as Jason looked into his eyes, laid down
beside him, embracing him.
Jason could feel Guy’s tears on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, Jason,” Guy said with a sigh. “I need to tell you about it
anyway. I need to tell you about how I met and fell in love with Gerald.”

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Guy looked up from the crates just in time to see his father walk in
through the entrance of their haven. His father was leading another
man with him.
Someone new, Guy thought, putting the crate in its place. Father
never brings anybody down here if he doesn’t have a reason.
Guy’s father caught sight of his son and walked over to where he
was standing, giving him a small smile.
“Ah, son, could you do me a favor?”
“Yes, Father. What is it?”
“This is Gerald, son. I need you to lead him to the room that he’s
staying in. Could you do that for me?”
“Yes, Father,” Guy said as he looked over at the man whom his
father was calling Gerald. “Excuse me, sir.”
“It’s no trouble.”
Guy nodded and led Gerald away from the area and down the
halls, where he soon fell in pace with the man.
“I’m sorry about the way I look, we’ve been busy all morning.”
Guy was only wearing trousers, and his bare chest was soaked
with sweat.
“It’s all right. I’ll be helping you within the next day or so.”
“Sir?”
“Don’t call me sir, just call me Gerald.”
The two of them stopped at the end of the hall. Gerald offered his
hand, and Guy quickly wiped the sweat off on his trousers before
shaking the man’s hand.
“All right, Gerald,” Guy smiled. “We don’t have much farther to
go.”
Gerald nodded and followed Guy through the few short turns
that was needed to stop at one of the spare rooms. Guy opened the door
for Gerald and stepped inside with him.
“I hope it’s all right.”
“It’s fine,” Gerald said with a smile. “Thank you…”
Gerald had trailed off because he didn’t know Guy’s name.
“It’s Guy,” he smiled. “Sorry, my father usually just refers to me
as his son around here. Most everybody know me by name.”
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“Guy, I’ll remember that,” Gerald said. “Thank you, I appreciate

it.”
Guy nodded and left the room, walking back down the hall and
heading toward where they were moving crates, intent on going back to
work.
He met his father on the way.
“Son,” his father said. “Did you get Gerald to his room all right?”
“Yes, Father. Was there something else that you wanted me to
do?”
“No, a boy your age should be tired by now. Besides, you’ve
worked enough for the day. Go and get some rest, son.”
“Yes sir. Thank you.”
Guy and his father parted, going their separate ways, but in the
back of his mind his father’s words burned at his being. His father was
still referring to him as a boy, even when he was a man at the age of
eighteen.
Just ignore it. Father’s busy; you know how he gets when he’s
busy.
Guy nodded and stopped, nearly passing his room on the way. He
shook his head, opened it and closed the door as he walked in, collapsing
on the bed.
It wasn’t long after before he fell asleep.
Gerald was the last thing he thought of.

Guy woke to the sound of knocking on his door. He rolled over

onto his back and yawned, stretching his arms out before speaking.
“Come in!”
The door opened to reveal Gerald.
“Sorry,” Guy said as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “I
fell asleep.”
“I should be the one saying sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up.
I know back in the sixties, when I was your age, I hated being woke up
by someone.”
“Sixties?”
“Yeah, I’m thirty.”
“You don’t look it.”
Gerald laughed and sat down on the bed beside Guy.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I got turned about five years back, so
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Guy nodded and looked at the door, sighing.

“Did you need something?”
“Oh, yes,” Gerald said. “I’m sorry. I wanted to know where I could
get something to eat.”
Guy nodded and stood, gesturing Gerald up.
“They should be serving dinner right about now. One of us
always goes out into the ‘real world’ and gets us something fresh.”
Gerald followed Guy out of the room and down the halls. Guy
stopped every so often as he waited for the man to try and remember the
way he was leading him.
“You’ll get used to it,” Guy reassured. “It’s not all that hard to
remember once you’ve been around the place a lot.”
“Yeah, looks that way,” Gerald laughed. “I’ll probably be having
you guide me around for the next month or so.”
“Whatever you need,” Guy said. “Just whatever, I’ll be happy to
help.”
Guy felt Gerald’s hand on his arm, and when he looked over at
Gerald, into his eyes, Guy saw something that he had never seen in a
man’s eyes before. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it made him feel…
Special. It made him feel better than he had ever felt before.
Guy didn’t know what it was.
“Thanks,” Gerald said in a low voice, a small smile coming across
his face. “I appreciate it, Guy.”
The way Gerald said Guy’s name implied something, but right
now, Guy didn’t dwell on it. Some of the other men were coming from the
other hall, and upon hearing them, Gerald drew away, as if he were a
snake striking the wrong way.
Guy looked at Gerald for another moment before he reached up
and rubbed the back of his neck, giving a small smile and gesturing him
along.
The strange warmth Guy felt in his heart made him smile.

That night, Guy couldn’t sleep. The candle in the corner of the
room burned brightly, casting the room in a soft light, so the light wasn’t
what was bothering him. It was completely quiet without any kind of
sound, so that wasn’t what was bothering him. There was nothing else
in the room that could be keeping him awake.
What was keeping Guy awake was Gerald.
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was. It seemed as though the man had locked himself into Guy’s mind
and threw away the key. Guy could still remember the look Gerald had
in his eyes down to a key, and the way Gerald’s hand had felt on his
arm.
Guy shivered just thinking about it.
What is it that I’m feeling? Guy thought as he rolled over on his
back, pulling the blanket up so that it rested just above his navel. I feel
all warm, and any time I think of him… He just won’t get out of my
mind.
Not that Guy wanted Gerald out of his mind; he didn’t want that
at all. He liked Gerald, he liked the way he looked, how he spoke, how
his touch felt.
Guy shook his head and rolled over, closing his eyes as hard as
he could, trying to drive the man’s face out of his head in a child-like
manner.
Gerald would not leave him mind.
I appreciate it, Guy.
The deep voice Guy heard in his head sent shivers down his
spine and blossomed warmth in this chest. He let his hand fall away
from the blanket he was so tightly clutching and rest on his chest. It
was almost as if he was trying to feel the warmth there. While he
couldn’t feel the warmth, the warmth was there, inside of him.
Gerald, Guy thought. What is it about you that makes me think
about you?
Guy tried to fall asleep--tried to drift away into darkness until he
woke the next day--but it was no use.
Gerald…
Gerald…
Gerald…
In Guy’s mind the word was sweet, a delicacy. He heard himself
whispering it, but he was sure that it wasn’t a whisper; he was sure that
it was in his mind, but at the same time he knew it wasn’t. The way it
flowed from his chest and glided off of his tongue made the warmth
blossom even more. He rolled over on his back and whispered the name
under his breath, letting his hand trail down his chest. He kicked the
blanket away from him and continued to rub his body, and before long
the man’s name was no longer in his mind.
“Gerald… Gerald… Oh Gerald, yes Gerald. Gerald… Gerald…
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Guy was lost in something that he couldn’t understand. He could

see Gerald’s face in a light that he had never seen before. It captured
every single shadow on his face, the texture of his lips, the color of his
eyes in a brilliant maze of mystery. The light showed his strong
cheekbones and jaw structure; it showed the way his eyes would
wander, it showed the way his tongue would come out from between his
lips to wet them.
“Gerald… Gerald…”
Guy screamed Gerald’s name one final time and felt himself
explode. His seed flew up onto his chest in a great shower, landing and
gleaming there in the light. His lips were still whispering his name, and
it wasn’t until he had stopped panting that he realized what had
happened.
What did I just do? Guy thought, reaching over and grabbed a
handkerchief, cleaning himself off. Do I feel this way about him? The
first day I met him, do I, do I, do…
The handkerchief fell at Guy’s side.
His head swam with darkness.
That darkness swallowed him.

The next morning, Guy woke up to the same knocking on the

door. He had heard this knocking yesterday after he had spread himself
out on his bed, after sleep had taken him.
“Guy!” the familiar voice called. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” Guy called back. “Go ahead.”
The door opened to reveal Gerald, and before the man completely
turned around, Guy pulled the blanket up so he could cover his
nakedness.
“I’m sorry,” Gerald said. “I didn’t know if you were still asleep or
not, I can leave.”
“It’s fine,” Guy said. “Did you need something?”
“I… Uh…” Gerald turned his head away and walked back toward
the door, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I…”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” the man said with a laugh. “Why wouldn’t I be all right?”
“I was just wondering. You were stumbling over your words.”
“I just wanted someone to talk to.”
“Why did you act like it was such a big deal then?”
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“No, it’s fine, Gerald. I don’t care if you stay.”

The man turned around and gave Guy a small smile.
God, Guy thought. I’m getting that warm feeling in my chest
again.
“Let me put some clothes on,” Guy said, crawling out of bed.
“Sorry.”
Gerald nodded and turned to give Guy his privacy, crossing his
arms over his chest in a nonchalant manner.
Guy pulled a pair of boxers up his legs before putting some jeans
on and sitting on the bed, sighing, thinking about how good it might
have felt to actually have Gerald looking at him.
Maybe a repeat of last night? Guy thought. You know what that
led to.
Guy shook his head.
“Sorry, I don’t have any furniture in here,” Guy said as he sat
against the wall, using the pillows as support. “You don’t mind sitting on
the bed, do you?”
“I don’t mind,” Gerald smiled. “Just whatever works for you.”
Whatever works for you.
Again, there was that warmth. Guy placed his hand on his chest,
looking over at Gerald, giving a small smile.
“Sorry.”
“About what?”
“I do that sometimes.”
Gerald smiled at him.
“I don’t mind.”
Guy gave another smile and scooted over so Gerald could lean
against the wall with him. There, they began talking, but there were
those occasional--almost unnoticed--times when Gerald would brush his
hand against Guy’s arm.

Guy couldn’t stand it anymore, he felt ready to burst. Every day

when Gerald came to his door and woke him up, the two of them would
talk for a while, and later they would exit his room and eat lunch
together, then go into the library and talk until dinner. From there, they
would eat, and would go their own separate ways after Gerald walked to
Guy’s room with him. Those days that he didn’t see Gerald killed Guy,
but it didn’t hurt as much as it did right now.
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Guy was ready to scream for denying and keeping his feelings
locked up. He had been avoiding Gerald the whole day--politely saying
earlier that morning that he hadn’t been feeling well--because he knew
that if he met with Gerald, he would scream that he liked him.
Guy leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest,
trying to keep his emotions bottled up inside him. They were trying to
break that cork that his heart was keeping on that bottle; those
emotions were overflowing, and he knew that eventually that bottle
would shatter because of the way he was keeping them bottled up so.
“Guy?”
When Guy heard the voice, he didn’t keep it in anymore. He
burst out crying, letting the tears fall from his face. He turned and let
his head rest against his arm, leaning against the wall as he let the
tears fall.
“Guy, what’s wrong?” Gerald asked, concern thick in his deep
voice. “Did I do something.”
“No, you didn’t,” Guy said. “You could never do anything to hurt
me, Gerald.”
“Guy? What is it?”
When Guy didn’t answer, he felt Gerald’s arm touch his shoulder.
“Tell me.”
“I like you!” Guy cried, turning to face him. “There, I said it! I
like you, Gerald! There’s nights when I lay awake and think about you
for hours on end, whenever you touch me I get warm, whenever I look at
you I can’t resist your presence.”
Guy turned his head away and started crying again. He was
humiliated. He had just told this man that he liked him, and he knew
that there was nothing he could do but prepare for the outburst that
would come from him. He would try to ignore the harsh words that
Gerald would give him, but he knew that they would crush him,
probably even kill him.
When Guy felt Gerald’s hands on his shoulders, he became limp.
Gerald turned him around and stared deep into his eyes before leaning
forward and kissing him.
Guy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t fight it, and he didn’t
resist it; he fell into it, closing his eyes and embracing Gerald. And after
what seemed like several hundred years, he drew away from Gerald and
buried his face into his chest.
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head. “Now I know, Guy.”

Guy cried into Gerald’s chest, and when the man stroked his
head and held him, the love that passed through his body was amazing.
He had never felt like this before, but now that he was feeling it, there
were no words to describe it.
Gerald opened the door and led Guy into his room, closing the
door and seating the two of them on the bed.
“It’s all right,” Gerald said, touching Guy’s face. “I won’t deny
your feelings toward me, because I feel the same way about you.”
I feel the same way about you.
Guy looked into Gerald’s eyes and nodded.
“Thank you,” Guy whispered.
Gerald stood and was about to leave for the night, but before he
did he turned and kissed Guy.
“Goodnight, Guy.”
Guy nodded and watched Gerald leave the room, feeling that
bottle drain all the way.
“Goodnight,” Guy whispered before he fell back on the bed.

That month of hiding his feelings to Gerald was over, but now
Guy would be hiding his feelings from everyone else. They all knew that
Guy was friends with Gerald, but they knew nothing more about it.
That morning, Guy’s father was the one who woke him up, pounding on
the door and calling in through the door.
“Come on, son! Today’s the day we start moving in the food and
fixing what needs to be fixed!”
Guy climbed out of bed and dressed, sighing as he thought about
what was going on that day.
Me and Gerald won’t see each other, Guy thought.
Guy walked to the door and opened it, giving his father a small
but pained smile.
“Something wrong, son?”
“I’m fine,” Guy lied. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Guy’s father asked him to help move crates with the other men,
and although he didn’t see Gerald, he did as his father asked. It wasn’t
long before Guy had stripped out of his shirt like the other men did,
following them into their storage room and stacking boxes according to
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Guy was about to go back for another run before he saw Gerald
leaning against the wall in one of the ‘dead end’ hallways.
There was no second thought when Guy walked down the hall
and kissed Gerald.
“I missed you,” Guy said. “I’m not used to not seeing you in the
morning.”
Gerald smiled and touched Guy’s face, running a hand through
his messy, sweaty hair.
“We’re going to get in trouble if we stay for too much longer,”
Gerald said. “I need to go help move some of the new furniture and
drapes in. You go back to moving your boxes, kid.”
Guy smiled and kissed Gerald one last time before the two of
them went their separate ways.

Another month into their relationship, Gerald popped that big

question.
Sex. What do you think about it, Guy?
Guy wasn’t sure how to answer at first, but when he did answer
he said that it would be right for the two of them to sleep together. They
were two months into a relationship and loved each other deeply, and it
wasn’t as though they had rushed into anything.
Tonight, Gerald had said earlier that morning. I’ll come to your
room.
Guy wished that Gerald hadn’t told him that so early during the
day; it had just made him more of a wreck. All day he had things rolling
through his mind. He wondered how it would feel, how Gerald
performed, if it would hurt or not. He had heard that it always hurt the
first time, but he wasn’t sure how bad it would hurt.
Guy paced back and forth in his room, guided by the light of a
single candle. The lighting system had been turned off, so now he
couldn’t flick the switch up or down to turn the lights on.
Gerald, where are you? Guy thought as he stopped to look at the
door. God, where are you?
Just when Guy was about to give up, the door opened and Gerald
walked in.
“I’m sorry, Guy,” Gerald said. “I wanted to make sure that no one
would follow me down here.”
Guy gave a small nod and sighed, crossing his arms over his
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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Gerald asked. “If you’re not
ready, Guy, I can wait.”
“No,” Guy shook his head. “I’m ready, Gerald.”
Guy watched Gerald nod before he stepped closer to him. Gerald
drew Guy into his embrace and kissed him, sliding his tongue into his
mouth. Guy accepted, forcing his own tongue into Gerald’s mouth and
gripping the side of his head, fighting with Gerald’s tongue before
Gerald drew away, tearing his shirt off of him before Guy threw his own
away.
Gerald kissed Guy and pulled him onto the bed, kissing Guy’s
chest until he reached a nipple. Gerald took one of the nipples in his
mouth and suckled it before moving to the other, enticing moans out of
Guy as he felt Gerald move lower, sliding his tongue in his navel.
“Gerald,” Guy gasped. “God, Gerald, please…”
Guy felt Gerald’s hand grab at his belt, and Guy let his hand
touch the man’s cheek. The sweat that was falling from his hairline was
sweet to Guy’s senses, and as Gerald pulled his jeans down, the man
backed off to pull his own off.
“I love you,” Guy said as he accepted Gerald’s kiss.
“I love you too,” Gerald whispered, grinding his erection into
Guy‘s. “So much, Guy.”
Gerald’s lips met Guy’s neck and kissed it, his lips pleasuring
Guy more than Gerald could have ever dreamed. Guy felt Gerald’s
hardness against his own and pressed up against him, grabbing both
sides of his head and kissing him as passionately as he could.
“Guy.”
“What is it, Gerald?” Guy panted.
“I want to be inside you.”
Guy fell away from Gerald and nodded, sighing as he felt
Gerald’s hands slide into the waistband of his boxers. Gerald pulled
them away from his body and tossed them aside, pulling his own
underwear down and casting them away.
Guy looked at Gerald’s cock and gasped, feeling the heat of the
room overtake his senses. The smell of both of their sweat and passion
in the air was enough to drive him wild.
“Don’t hurt me,” Guy whispered
“I won’t,” Gerald said, spitting into his hand, reaching down and
rubbing his hand up and down his cock. “Don’t worry, Guy, I won’t ever
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Guy gave a small nod and watched Gerald come back on the bed.
Gerald crawled on all fours up to Guy and kissed him one last time
before spreading Guy’s legs, pushing himself in.
The pain that Guy felt was something he had never experienced
before. Gerald was slowly pushing himself in, at the same time
pleasuring and hurting Guy. The pleasure in the pain was enough to
drive Guy wild.
It wasn’t long before Gerald was all the way in.
“Are you all right?” Gerald asked, leaning in close to him.
“I’m fine,” Guy said. “I love you, Gerald. Please, give it to me.”
Gerald nodded and began his thrusts, slow at first, and as Guy
felt his lust build, he begged Gerald to fuck him harder. Gerald did so
and gripped Guy’s sides to hold himself steady, panting, sweat falling
from his face and chest.
“God, Guy, this is it, right here.”
When Gerald cried out, Guy did too. They both came at the same
time, Gerald holding himself in while Guy himself exploded onto his
chest. Guy gasped for breath as Gerald collapsed on top of him, pulling
him close.
“I love you,” Gerald whispered. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” Guy said with a smile. “You could never
hurt me, Guy.”

In two months, Guy had made love to Gerald in bed, and in two
years time, Guy knew he was Gerald’s lifetime partner. The two of them
shared their bed and passion every night; their love to each other was
eternal, their commitment real.
But one night, when the two of them left the underground haven
to celebrate two years together, they were ambushed. The man came
from the bushes holding a gun, shouting obscenities, calling them
vampires. The man had said he would shoot, and when he did shoot
Gerald was hit. Gerald stood upright, the bullet entering his chest, but
as the man took aim at Guy, Gerald pushed him out of the way.
Gerald took the bullet that was meant to be for Guy.
The man fled into the bushes, believing that he had killed both
the vampires.
Gerald collapsed, breathing heavy, tears coming from his eyes,
his hand trying to stop the flow of blood from one of the wounds.
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could go get help.

“No,” Gerald whispered. “There’s nothing you can do, Guy.”
“Gerald… What are you…”
“I’m going to die,” Gerald said. “I’m going to die, Guy.”
“No!” Guy cried. “You’re not! You’re not going to die!”
“Guy,” Gerald whispered as he took Guy’s hand, holding it. “I
want you to know that I love you more than anything else that I’ve ever
loved. The two years that we spent together were the happiest times of
my life.”
“No,” Guy said, tears flowing down his face. “You can’t die,
Gerald.”
“I love you,” Gerald whispered.
“I love you too,” Guy whispered back. “I love you so much,
Gerald.”
Gerald smiled one last time and closed his eyes before slipping
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“His last words were that he loved me,” Guy said, wiping tears from his
eyes. “The last thing he ever told me was that he loved me and that
those two years were the happiest that he ever had.”
Jason’s heart yearned for Guy. The way that Guy had described
all of it, the way Guy had told him the love that he had had for Gerald;
Jason knew that he would never have the strength to tell something like
that.
“I love you,” Jason said, embracing Guy, “I’m sorry. I love you so
much, Guy.”
“Jason, there’s nothing else in this world I would rather have
than you,” Guy whispered. “I’m not sure I could love another person if I
lost you.”
Guy nodded, and that night Jason held Guy into he fell asleep.

The next morning, Jason was woken by the uneasy movements

that Guy was making. He rolled over and saw that Guy’s eyes were red.
Guy had been crying.
“Guy,” Jason asked. “Are you ok?”
“I’ll live,” Guy said. “I’m sorry, Jason.”
“It’s ok, I know how you felt about him,” Jason said, taking Guy’s
hand in his own. “You know that I love you, right?”
“I do,” Guy said, embracing Jason. “I love you, Jason, you don’t
know how much I love you, but I want you to know that I do love you.”
“I know that you love me,” Jason said, shivering at the cold of the
room. “I think you’re the only person I’ve ever really loved, Guy.”
“You said that you had been with two others before me. What
happened with them, Jason? Tell me.”
Jason sat up and leaned against the headrest, sighing, accepting
the tightened grip that Guy put on his hand. Jason looked into his
lover’s eyes and saw the words etched clearly there. The words said, ‘Go
on, you know that I won’t judge you by what you say.’ He felt like
nodding, but he didn’t; he knew Guy, he knew how his lover could feel
what was going through his body, how that electric intensity bounced
back between the two of them, how it flowed through their skin.
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tightening his own grip on Guy’s hand. “I thought this guy actually
cared about me, you know? He had been taking interest in me the whole
school year.”
“This was when you were still in High School?”
“Yeah, it was. It was something I shouldn’t have gotten myself
into in the first place.”
“You were underage, weren’t you?”
Jason nodded, taking another deep breath and sighing.
“I was sixteen. I thought I had found somebody that actually
cared about me. He walked with me down the halls, sat with me at
lunch, he did all of that kind of stuff. Nobody expected anything, but
who would? Who would expect the star basketball player to be into guys,
you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Anyway, we had been just going steady at three months into our
relationship when he asked me if I was ready for the big it. I had been
nervous, but I told him I was… Well, you know.
“He was the guy I lost my virginity to, but it didn’t help that we
were both sophomores. He ended up moving away, but I can still
remember the way he used to touch me. It was never like you do, Guy,
but you know how it is with first person you were ever in love with. The
bastard never called me back after he moved away, even though he had
my number.”
Guy nodded.
“What about the other guy?”
“A user,” Jason sighed. “All he ever wanted out of me was sex. I
thought I was getting back into a good relationship, you know? He was
tolerable most of the time, but I had to let go of him because he had a
heroine addiction.”
“Did you ever love him?”
“I don’t think I ever really did.”
Guy nodded, tightening his grip on Jason’s hand.
“What about me, Jason? What did you think when you saw me in
the café, when you talked to me for the first time?”
“I needed someone to love,” Jason said. “And when I heard you
say that you weren’t interested in women, something clicked inside of
me. You know how they say love at first sight doesn’t exist?”
“Yeah, I know,” Guy said.
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you. I was scared to death that you might reject me, that you might turn
me away, nut you didn’t, Guy. You made me feel like I was the most
special person in the world.”
Guy smiled.
“You are the most special person in my life,” Guy said, kissing
Jason. “You have no idea, Jason. I love you so much.”
Jason smiled and placed his hand on Guy’s cheek.
Knocking at the door stopped them from continuing.
“Son,” Guy’s father said as he opened the door. “You…”
The man trailed off as he saw the two of them in bed.
“I’m sorry,” the man said, beginning to back out of the doorway.
“I’ll leave you two alone.”
“It’s all right, Father,” Guy said. “We were just talking, you can
stay.”
Guy’s father nodded and closed the door.
“Sir,” Jason said. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, Jason,” the man said with a sigh. “I’m just not used to what
I’m seeing.”
“I understand, sir, but I want you to know that I love Guy. He’s
the only person in my life that I care about.”
“I’m thankful for your love toward him, Jason,” the man said,
sitting in a nearby chair.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Guy said, crawling out of the bed and
dressing. “If that’s all right?”
“Where are you going?” Jason asked.
“To get something to eat. I’ll bring something back, Jay.”
Jason nodded and kissed Guy’s cheek before Guy walked out of
the room.
Jason’s attention went back to Guy’s father.
“Sir…”
“Call me Daniel,” the man smiled.
“Daniel, sir.”
“I want you to know how thankful I am for you taking care of my
son, Jason. After Gerald died, I didn’t know what he was going to do.
Gerald’s death nearly killed him as well. It was his screams that drove
my men out to the scene.”
“He told me everything last night,” Jason said. “It’s sad. I don’t
think I could ever be as strong as your son.”
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him with you, I see that he’s happy again. He’s not the empty shell that
left here with little more than a goodbye anymore. I see my son full of
life again.”
Jason nodded, watching Daniel’s eyes.
“You know that we’re accused of murdering a man?”
“He’s told me,” Daniel said, standing and pacing the room. “The
carnal desires of a freshly-sired vampire is something that one must
learn to control. How have you been keeping yourselves alive after you
left?”
“We… We’ve been making love,” Jason said, turning his head
away, rather ashamed of what he said. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“What have you to be sorry about? You love my son, it’s only right
that you and he share that love in your bed. I’m not ashamed of you or
my son, Jason. I’m thankful that you are in love with my son, and as far
as I’m concerned you too are my son.”
A small smile broke across Jason’s lips right before Guy came
back into the room, carrying a tray.
“I’m sorry, Father, I didn’t think to bring you anything. Have you
eaten?”
“Yes, son, I have,” Daniel said as he stood, “I’ll leave you two to
your breakfast.”
“Thank you, Father.”
The man nodded, and as he began to open the door and leave, he
turned back to Guy.
“You know what’s tonight, son. Be sure to be on time.”
“Yes, Father, I will.”
The man smiled and left.
Jason frowned.
Guy smiled.
“It’s just a homecoming celebration,” Guy said. “You’ll see more
tonight.”

That night--upon Daniels request--Jason walked into the room

that he had woken in the first time he had been here. It was the ‘throne’
room, which was odd, because he had always imagined a throne room as
a great, majestic place. Instead, this throne room was old and seemed to
have been accumulating dust for several years.
They were waiting for Guy.
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long?”
“It’s a very emotional thing, Jason. You may not understand it
because you are a fresh vampire, but it’s a complicated thing.”
“What is, sir?”
“Guy, my son and your lover, has roots going back to the very
beginning of our existence. His blood is untainted, and as I have seen,
pure.”
“Sir?”
“Guy is something of importance that all of us do not
understand, but we do understand that he is something deeper. We
believe that he will be the one to end the ignorance that parts us from
the human race.”
The man went quiet after he spoke those last words. Jason didn’t
understand what Daniel had been trying to tell him, but he knew
enough to know that Guy was a very important person.
It made Jason feel less important.
But what are you to him? Jason asked. You are the world to him,
you know this. Why would a man of such importance take a lover such
as you if he didn’t truly care about you?
Jason nodded, sighing. Both he and Guy had had hardships in
their lives, and through that, Jason was more than sure that their
problems were what brought the two of them together. They were both
desperately yearning for love when they had met each other in that
restaurant, both desperately yearning for a new kind of life.
“Descend to your knee, Jason,” Daniel said as he fell to his own,
bowing his head. “At this particular moment, the energy rushes through
my son like you wouldn’t believe. Many have been injured in the
presence of such power.”
What did he just tell me to do?
Around Jason, the room took on a strange chill. Blue flames
spouted from tall candelabras, their arms reaching toward some infinite
possibility. Ice crept along the walls just before the large doors opened.
Jason fell to his knee and bowed his head just as the room
became winter. Though there was no snow, the chill was enough to cause
every vampire’s breath to turn the bluish color that it always did during
the cold seasons.
Jason was afraid to look up. He was afraid to try and attempt to
do anything. He didn’t doubt the strange power that now surrounded
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“Jason.”
The voice was undoubtedly Guy’s own.
“Please, rise my love.”
Jason raised his head, and for a short moment he couldn’t
believe that it was actually Guy he was looking at. Blue tattoos
swarmed over Guy’s naked chest and down his arms, where they
touched his fingertips. His legs, too, were tattooed, and so was his face.
His lips were an almost deathly shade of blue, his eyes were shadowed
and the color came out to the tear ducts, where they circled around and
kissed the very tips of his lower eyelashes.
When Guy touched Jason’s arm, his skin went numb. It wasn’t
painful, but Jason could still feel the cold.
“Show your respect,” Guy said as he looked around the room.
“For you all know who the one I love is.”
Just as the other men’s heads rose, Guy’s lips met Jason‘s. The
heat that was in Jason’s body seemed to drain as Guy kissed him. Guy’s
hands trailed from Jason’s shoulder blades down to his hips, where they
rested there. Although Guy never broke the seal of his lips, he didn’t
have to; the cold was swallowing him. Ice crystals were forming along
Jason’s skin and inside his body. Jason could feel his blood begin to slow.
He was afraid that this would kill them, that this strange taboo of magic
would drain the life out of him.
Guy pulled away.
The strain on Jason’s body was too much. He fell to his knees, his
arms barely able to hold him up. He shivered like he had never had
before and his teeth chattered so hard that he was afraid that they
would break. His breath was the darkest shade of blue he had ever seen.
“Son,” Jason heard Daniel say from behind him. “Back away
from your love, your energy was hurting him.”
Jason looked up and saw the hurt on Guy‘s face. Guy nodded and
backed away, closing his eyes and bowing his head as though he was
ashamed of what he had done.
Jason felt a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“Jason,” Daniel said. “It’s all right.”
“What did he just do, sir?” Jason gasped.
“He just kissed you, Jason. He did nothing more than that.”
Jason’s mind went into a completely different place as he blacked
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Later that night, Jason opened his eyes to see Guy in the corner.
Guy had wrapped himself in a large, red blanket as he sat in a reading
chair, his blue eyes never leaving Jason’s body.
“Jason, are you all right?”
“What did you do?” Jason asked, feeling the shivers return. “How
come I feel this way?”
“Answer my question first, Jason.”
Jason nodded, drawing the blankets tighter around him.
“I’m fine.”
Guy nodded and stood, sitting at the edge of the bed. Though the
frozen tattoos were still on Guy’s face and body, Jason could no longer
feel the immense energy that had sparked between the two of them.
“I don’t know what I did, Jason. What did you feel when my lips
touched your own, when my hands touched your flesh?”
“I don’t know what I felt,” Jason said, trailing off and trying to
remember the exact emotions that had passed through him. “I felt…
Love. That’s what I felt. Love on a stronger level.”
“I believe it is supposed to be that way, Jason. The vampires are
a very ancient race, and though our customs are different from other
creatures, we show love in different ways than most do.”
Jason nodded, closing his eyes and sinking into the bed, trying to
steal the warmth.
Guy crawled on top of him, wrapping his blanket over the two of
them.
“If I was as warm as I could be, I would offer you my body, Jason.
I would let you do what you wanted just to make you feel better, my
love. But my body is still cold.”
Jason nodded and nuzzled his head between Guy’s neck and
shoulder, envying the smell and slight warmth of that spot.
“I don’t care,” Jason whispered. “I don’t care if I’m cold. I became
cold so I could be with you, Guy.”
“And for that, I love you, Jason. You have no idea what was lifted
off of my shoulders when you told me that you would come with me into
a different side of the world.”
Jason nodded.
“I need to sleep, Guy. Please, come under the covers with me;
warmth is warmth, no matter what it is.”
Guy crawled under the covers with Jason and kissed his
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“Sleep, Jason, my beautiful Jason.”

The next morning, Jason woke to the sound of the door closing.
“Jason?”
Jason opened his eyes and accepted the kiss that Guy planted on
his lips.
“What is it, Guy?”
Guy’s frown was the first thing that caught Jason’s attention.
“Guy, please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Guy sat on the bed with Jason and took his hand, closing his
eyes, a sigh escaping from his lips.
“We need to leave, Jason,” Guy said, a tear breaking away from
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That following afternoon, Jason and Guy said their goodbyes to Guy’s
father. Jason had seen the tears Guy’s eyes as he wrapped his arms
around his father, as Guy told his father he loved him before kissing his
cheek and walking away.
Now, the two of them were being transported in a long, dark
limousine. They both sat in the back, alone to themselves and away
from the three guards who were in the front.
Guy hadn’t stopped crying.
“Don’t beat yourself up over this,” Jason said, reaching out and
placing his hand over Guy’s. “You didn’t do this.”
“I feel so stupid,” Guy said, wiping a hand over his stubble-
ridden cheek to get rid of the stray tears. “I was the one who took such
an obvious path.”
“How did they even find us?” Jason asked, worry crossing his
mind. “Would they be able to find us again?”
“I don’t know how they found us,” Guy sighed, wiping away tears
and placing his elbows on his knees. “That’s what makes me nervous.”
“Will we be safe where we’re going?”
“Yeah, we will be, Jay. My father’s gone to every single expense
to make sure that we won’t be followed or traced.”
Jason nodded and embraced Guy, letting his boyfriend bury his
head between his neck and shoulder. When Guy’s waterworks started
again, Jason held Guy as hard as he ever had in the time they had been
together.
“Jason,” Guy said, his voice muffled through the shirt.
“What is it, Guy?” Jason asked. “Tell me.”
“I love you.”
Jason smiled. That warmth he could feel in his chest was one of
the most beautiful things he ever felt. Looking at Guy right now--
looking at the blue eyes and the blonde stubble that littered his cheeks
and chin--Jason didn’t want anything else than to be with Guy right
now.
Jason kissed Guy before embracing him again, resting his head
against Guy’s.
“I love you too, Guy.”
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They fell into each other’s embrace and soon fell asleep on the
floor of the limousine.

“Sir, we’ve arrived at our destination.”

Even though the words weren’t directed at Jason, he still heard
them. The other vampire’s deep voice had roused Jason from his sleep.
Although Jason’s eyes were not cracked enough to see everything, he
could see Guy sitting up, his boyfriend’s arms hanging limp at his sides.
“Can you tell me where we are?” Guy asked the other vampire.
“No, sir, it’s classified information.”
“Classified information? My father wouldn’t keep anything from
me. You better tell me where we are right now!”
“I’m sorry, sir; your father’s orders are of a higher class than
yours are.”
Guy was about to stand, but Jason reached out and grabbed his
arm.
“Jason, I didn’t know you were awake.”
“Don’t, Guy. We’re safe, isn’t that all that matters?”
With a troubled, drawn-out sigh, Guy nodded.
“Yes, Jason, we are.”
With Guy’s help, Jason sat up and stood, following the black
vampire up the wooded path.
“What about getting food?” Guy asked. “We don’t even know
where we are, how are we going to live?”
“You’ll get rations every two weeks,” the vampire explained,
stopping as they came around a corner. “This is where you will be
living.”
As the two of them rounded the corner, they both stood in shock.
The house before them was a log cabin.
“This isn’t what I expected,” Guy said. “Why did my father send
us here?”
“He believes that this is the most isolated location we can place
you and your lover in,” the vampire said, scratching his short goatee.
“Just to let you know, this place is better protected than it looks. There’s
a gun in every room, the doors and windows lock themselves at the time
of your choice every night, and the main living room has an emergency
button that fortifies the house with metal shutters on every external
door and window.”
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“It would,” the black vampire said. “But it’s better than being
dead.”

Jason collapsed onto the couch and watched Guy look around the
living room, stifling a yawn with his hand.
“You ok?”
“Still tired,” Jason said, smiling. “What about you?”
“I’m fine,” Guy reassured as he sat down. “Why, what’s wrong,
Jay?”
“Nothing, Guy. I’m just glad we can be somewhere safe,
somewhere where I can see the light again.”
Guy smiled and nodded.
“You didn’t like it underground very much, did you?”
“It’s not that, it’s just that I feel more comfortable above ground.
I’m not someone who should be living underground, Guy.”
Guy smiled and cupped Jason’s cheek with his hand, leaning
down and softly kissing him, embracing him.
“No, Jason; nobody should have to live underground, even if
they’re vampires.”

The next morning, Jason woke to the sounds of water running in

the bathroom. He rolled over and opened his eyes, seeing the door
cracked, steam flowing out from that crack.
Getting out of the bed, he stripped out of his clothes and walked
into the bathroom, where he parted the curtains.
“Can I come in?”
Guy smiled and opened the curtain more, giving Jason a hand as
he stepped inside.
Jason immediately embraced Guy.
“You ok, Jay?” Guy asked, rubbing his hands up and down his
back. “You just asked if you could shower with me.”
“Is that wrong?”
“No, I was just wondering if you were all right. Usually you just
sneak in here with me.”
Jason shrugged and kissed Guy’s shoulder.
“I love you,” Jason said, wrapping his arms around Guy.
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong, Jason?”
“I’m fine,” Jason said. “Why do you think that, Guy?”
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know?”
Jason nodded, sighing as he felt Guy’s hands on his back. It felt
good to just stand here in the shower with his boyfriend. Even if they
were hiding in a place up in the mountains away from the rest of
civilization, it was still a small comfort to know that he was here with
Guy. If he wasn’t here with Guy, he had no idea what he would do.
Then again, if Jason hadn’t met Guy in the first place, he
wouldn’t be in this mess.
No! Jason thought, pressing his lips to Guy’s shoulder. I love
him. I don’t know how my life would be if I wasn’t with him.
Jason would still be the mess he was, he knew that. He would’ve
still been single, living in an apartment he didn’t like, and working a job
that he hated. Guy was the only good thing that had happened to him in
a long time.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
“I was just wondering. You seemed to go into your own little
world for a minute there.”
Jason looked up and smiled, messing with his boyfriend’s damp
hair.
“I do that sometimes, you know?”
“I know.”
They both laughed before Guy reached out and grabbed the
shower knob, pushing it in and parting the curtain, stepping out. Jason
was soon behind his boyfriend, grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
“God, I’m glad we had that shower. We haven’t had one for a good
while.”
“Sponge baths don’t count then?” Jason grinned.
Guy smiled and threw the towel at Jason, where it hit him in the
chest before falling to the floor.
“No, they don’t count!” Guy laughed.
Jason smiled and picked Guy’s towel up before slipping into one
of the extra robes. This one was blue, while the one his boyfriend slipped
into was a deep red color. It was strange, seeing Guy in red. He couldn’t
remember if Guy had ever worn red around him. He had always seemed
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His jeans were always blue.

“Jason, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like that.”
Jason grinned and took Guy’s hand in his own, leading him out
of the bathroom and then out of the bedroom, where they walked down
the hall until coming into the living room.
“Just thinking about how I’ve never seen you in red.”
“I don’t wear red very much.”
“I’ve noticed,” Jason said, smiling. “Come on, stud; let’s sit on the
couch and watch a little TV. We haven’t been relaxing for a good while.”
“What about the sanctuary? I thought that was relaxing?”
“Still, we were underground. I prefer being above ground rather
than being underground.”
Guy smiled and sat on the couch with Jason, reaching for the
remote and clicking the TV on. Jason rested his head against Guy’s
shoulder and smiled as he felt his boyfriend wrap an arm around his
shoulder.
“You seem to smile at every little thing, Jay.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, I like it when you smile.”
“I like being with you, Guy. I would rather be a wanted man with
you than an unwanted man and alone.”
Guy smiled and pushed Jason onto the couch, crawling on top of
him and kissing him.
“I’m glad you feel that way, Jason. You know how much it meant
to me when you came home with me that night. I was nervous because I
thought that I wouldn’t be good enough for you.”
“There’s no one who could be better for me, Guy.”
Guy smiled and kissed Jason again.
“It’s been ages since I’ve made love to you.”
Jason spread his legs.
“I know.”

About an hour later, Guy was in the kitchen making them

breakfast. Guy had dressed from the waist down in jeans, the muscles
on his bare back flexing with every movement. Jason had redressed in
shorts and an undershirt, but at the sight of Guy’s naked chest, he felt
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Jason didn’t though. Besides, it gave him the chance to see his
boyfriend’s body in all of it’s clean-shaven glory. The only place Guy had
hair on his chest was the short trail under his navel, and other than
that he had no hair. Neither did Jason, so he was sure that his boyfriend
just shaved it like he did.
Jason smiled at the thought and walked up behind Guy,
wrapping his arms around him.
“What are you making?” Jason asked, looking over Guy’s
shoulder.
“Eggs and bacon, babe,” Guy said, looking over his shoulder at
Jason. “That all right?”
“Yeah,” Jason said, kissing Guy’s cheek before walking to the
counter, sitting down in one of the bar seats. “Guy, do you think we’re
safe here?”
“I’m fairly sure we are,” Guy said. “We got gassed or something, I
think that’s why we fell asleep so easily. If this place is so secret that my
own father told the man to gas us so we wouldn’t know where it was, I’d
say it’s secret.”
Jason nodded, watching as Guy set his breakfast in front of him.
Jason accepted the fork his boyfriend offered and speared a small bit of
egg on it before putting it in his mouth, chewing.
“I hope it tastes all right,” Guy said.
“It tastes fine. Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I don’t cook very much. I was just making sure that it
was all right.”
Jason nodded and bit off a piece of his bacon, chewing it. Out of
the corner of his eye, he caught Guy watching him. Jason gave his
boyfriend an encouraging nod before swallowing.
“It tastes fine, Guy; don’t worry about it.”
“All right,” Guy smiled. “I was just making sure.”
They continued to eat, minding their own business and keeping
conversation to a minimum. Whenever Guy glanced at Jason, Jason
smiled and waved him off, reassuring him that the food was fine. Jason
wasn’t sure why his boyfriend had such a fixation with knowing if his
cooking tasted fine or not, but he would play along and say it was fine if
it made Guy feel better.
When they finished eating, Jason stood and took his plate to the
sink, where Guy was standing, washing his own.
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they’re saying anything else about us.”

“How come?” Jason frowned.
“It just makes me nervous, you know? We’re criminals, and even
though they had an idea of where we were at the sanctuary, they still
had an idea. I don’t want their ideas to turn into anything more than
ideas.”
“They won’t find us here?”
“I already said this, but I don’t think they will, Jason. You don’t
have anything to worry about.”
Jason nodded. Although words weren’t something he could go by,
it made him feel better to hear Guy say that everything would be all
right. Jason washed his plate before putting it on a dishtowel, walking
back into the living room and sitting on the couch beside his boyfriend.
Guy grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
“In today’s news, the two men that have been confirmed of killing
a local man have still not been found. Although authorities questioned
the fact that the two men were hiding out in the woods near Las Vegas,
nothing was found. Jason Scar and Guy Winters were last seen in Las
Vegas in a hotel room together, they have not been seen since.
Authorities have speculated that the two men are a couple and caution
people to watch for them. That’s all for today’s news, and thank you for
watching.”
Guy switched the channel with a sigh, turning the volume down
until they couldn’t hear the voices of the women on the TV.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Guy said with a short smile. “Come on,
Jason; how are they going to find us when we don’t even know where we
are?”
Jason nodded, but it still bothered him. When Guy’s arm
wrapped around his shoulder, he was comforted a small bit, glad that he
wasn’t in this alone.
Jason leaned against his boyfriend’s shoulder and closed his
eyes.

A small bit of moonlight made a blade of light across them. Guy

had fallen asleep shortly after they had made love, but Jason remained
awake, looking out the window and watching the trees sway with the
wind.
Jason was still worried about everything. There hadn’t been a
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Of course, there were times when the burden was just a little lighter,
but it was almost always on his mind.
“Jason?”
Jason jumped before settling back in Guy’s arms.
“You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” Guy said, kissing his neck. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, why?”
“I was just wondering. You’re still awake.”
Jason nodded, sighing and rolling over, hugging Guy.
“I’m just worrying about too many things at once. I know you
don’t want me to, but it’s hard, you know?”
“I know,” Guy said. “I hope me being here with you helps.”
“Of course it helps,” Jason frowned. “Why? Did you think that
you being here wouldn’t help?”
“No, nothing like that… I like to be with you, Jason, but I know
you need time to yourself as well.”
“I don’t need a lot of time to myself, Guy. I love you, and you
know that it would hurt me to be without you.”
Guy smiled and kissed Jason, pulling him close.
“I love you, Jason. Go to sleep, all right?”
Jason nodded, rolling over onto his back as Guy pulled him close
to his chest. Jason wrapped his fingers in his boyfriend’s.
Jason fell asleep that way.

That following morning, Jason woke up to the chill of the room.

He shivered, drawing the blanket higher up himself and rolling over on
his back, resting his forearm over his eyes. The light was blinding.
“Guy?” Jason asked. “Are you there?”
“Yeah,” Guy said.
“How come it’s so bright in here?”
“It snowed.”
Jason moved his arm away from his face and looked out the
window. Small drops of snow fell in a soft, almost rhythmic pace. It was
enough to catch Jason’s attention for a moment before he felt Guy move
onto the bed with him.
“You want to shower with me?”
Jason smiled and nodded, kissing Guy before crawling out of bed
and walking into the bathroom. They crawled into the shower together
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“How long ago did you wake up?” Jason asked, looking up at Guy.
“Not too long ago. I figured you’d wake up soon, so I just waited
to shower.”
Jason nodded and leaned against the wall, shivering as he felt
drops run down his spine and the curve of his ass. If Jason had been
alone in the shower, he wouldn’t be feeling these stray drops, but he had
to move to give Guy some room as well. It didn’t bother Jason; it just
made him shiver.
“You ok?” Guy asked, touching his arm.
“Fine,” Jason said with a small smile. “The water running down
my body feels a bit weird.”
“Are you cold?”
“No, I haven’t been cold in a while, Guy. Remember? We had sex
last night.”
Guy smiled and pulled Jason closer, hugging him.
“I remember,” Guy said. “I hate to think of you without our
lovemaking, Jason. It doesn’t seem right.”
Jason nodded, drawing away and kissing Guy.
“Guy, we’re not stuck to the house, right?”
Guy gave him a smile.
“No. Might as well go play in the snow, huh?”

Jason ducked behind a rock just as he felt another snowball whiz

past his head. He laughed and gathered a clump of it in his own hand,
trying to see where his boyfriend went. Guy was so good at this it was
pathetic.
“Guy?” Jason asked, loosening up and letting the hand with the
snowball in it fall to his side. “Where are…”
Jason was cut off by a snowball hitting his chest. Jason grunted,
stepping back as Guy came out from behind a group of trees.
“Cheap shot!” Guy called, laughing. “Sorry!”
Jason smiled and threw his snowball at Guy. Jason partially hit
Guy in the face before he doubled over laughing.
“Sorry,” Jason said. “I couldn’t help it.”
Just then, they were distracted by the sound of a vehicle pulling
up. Guy helped Jason up as they watched the dark jeep come up.
It was the vampires, coming to bring them rations.
Ignoring the fact that there were others there, Guy grabbed
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“What’s with you?” Jason asked, looking up at Guy.

“I thought it would be romantic,” Guy said with a small smile.
“You know, us, in the snow?”
Jason smiled and heard the crunch of footsteps. Jason looked up
and saw the black vampire, Stephen.
“Aren’t you two cold?” Stephen smiled.
“No, Stephen, we’re fine,” Guy said, standing and offering Jason
a hand. “Did you bring us anything?”
“A little more food, some extra blankets and a portable heater.
There’s supposed to be a blizzard coming up,” Stephen Said.
Guy nodded and wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder,
smiling at the man.
“How much stuff is it?”
“Not too much,” Stephen said, rubbing his chin. “You two mind
helping me?”
They shook their heads and followed Stephen back to the jeep,
where they took the bags and boxes, carrying them into the house. It
only took one trip with the three of them one trip, so it was better than
having to go out more than once in the cold. Not that it bothered them
on a massive level, but it was still cold.
“Would you like to stay, Stephen?” Guy asked. “I can make you
some coffee or something.”
“No, that’s fine,” Stephen said, raising his hand. “I need to get
going, thanks guys.”
“Bye,” Guy said.
“Bye,” Jason said, giving the man a wave as he walked out the
door.
When they heard the jeep pull out, they looked out the window
and watched as it disappeared through the dense mass of trees before
turning to look at the items on the cupboard.
“At least we have more stuff,” Jason said, looking over at Guy.
“It’s a good thing we’ve got a heater if we need it.”
“We wouldn’t really need it,” Guy said, coming up from behind
and wrapping his arms around him waist. “We could just stay in bed,
you know?”
Jason nodded and shivered as he felt Guy’s lips on his neck.
Guy’s kisses still felt the same as they had the first time Guy had kissed
him. They were electrifying, passionate kisses that no man other than
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warmth away, but now it just seemed to make the warmth blossom
within him.
Jason didn’t refuse Guy, standing there and loosening up as his
boyfriend continued to kiss his neck. It felt good to have Guy holding
him like this, kissing him, giving him the kind of attention that he liked.
Before Guy, only Jason’s first boyfriend had remotely cared about him so
much, but even then his old boyfriend hadn’t tried to get back in touch
with him. His last boyfriend had been a drug user, and that wasn’t
something he had wanted to get involved in. But Guy, he was perfect,
something that couldn’t be defined by human thoughts.
Jason was distracted from his thoughts as he felt Guy nibbling
his earlobe.
“You ok, Guy?” Jason asked.
“Yeah,” Guy asked. “Why?”
“Because you usually don’t do this unless you’re horny.”
Guy laughed and kissed Jason’s neck again.
“What are you, Jason?”
This was an invitation. Guy always asked questions like that
when he was horny.
“I… I don’t know,” Jason said. “You want to go to the bedroom?”
Guy pulled away and tightened his grip on Jason.
“Yeah,” Jason said. “Yeah.”

Guy literally pounced on Jason when they got in the bedroom.

Guy grabbed Jason’s wrists and forced them to the sides of his head,
pinning him down as he kissed him. Guy was hungry for Jason’s mouth,
and Jason didn’t deny Guy any of it. Jason kissed him savagely and Guy
returned that kiss, When Guy released Jason’s wrists, Jason
immediately slid his hand under Guy’s shirt.
“Jason,” Guy said, his hand rubbing the muscles there. “Take
your shirt off.”
Jason grabbed his shirt and ripped it off of his head just in time
to feel Guy’s lips on his abdomen. Guy kissed the skin there and made
his way up his chest and to a nipple, where he licked at it before taking
it in his mouth, suckling it.
Moaning, Jason gripped Guy’s head as his boyfriend moved to his
other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention before Guy ripped
his shirt off, his hands going to his belt buckle until his pants were
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Guy hadn’t been wearing underwear.

Guy’s hands were at Jason’s sweatpants before Jason could do
anything. Guy pulled the pants away before he shoved his face into
Jason’s boxer-covered crotch, moaning.
“Guy…”
Guy wrapped his lips around the erection that was straining
against Jason’s boxers. Jason moaned, arching his back and bucking
against Guy. Guy pulled Jason’s boxers off and wrapped his lips around
the head of Jason’s cock. Guy moaned as his head bobbed up and down,
taking more of Jason’s cock in. Jason fell into some different part of
himself as Guy blew him. Jason closed his eyes and enjoyed the
sensations. Jason cried out and bucked as he orgasmed, lying there in a
senseless daze as Guy drained him of his fluids.
Guy looked up and smiled, crawling on top of Jason, kissing him.
He tasted himself in Guy’s mouth and moaned, pulling away.
“Fuck me.”
Guy wasted no time in fulfilling Jason‘s request. Guy threw
Jason’s legs over his shoulders, positioned himself, and slammed in.
Jason cried out as Guy penetrated him, but the pain soon faded and he
was thrusting against Guy. Jason moaned, feeling his boyfriend’s sweat
as it fell on top of him. Jason tasted the salt and reached up to lick the
sweat that had formed on Guy’s chin. Guy grunted before slamming all
the way in, growling as orgasm took his body.
When Guy fell on top of Jason, Jason sighed and kissed Guy’s
cheek, drawing the covers up over their naked, sweaty bodies.
“You ok?” Jason asked, taking Guy’s hand in his own.
Guy nodded, panting, trying to regain his breath. Guy’s wide
chest heaved up and down, trying to draw in more breath. Jason knew
Guy was rough during sex, not that he minded; he liked sex rough. It
was when Guy had to stop to take in breath that scared Jason.
“Do you have asthma or something?” Jason asked.
“No,” Guy said, gasping the word out. “I don’t. Just let my
breathe for a second.”
Jason nodded, laying there and keeping his grip on Guy’s hand
steady. Jason was starting to get worried. It bothered him that they
couldn’t go to a doctor to see if anything was wrong with him, but he
would make sure Guy took it easy. They had never really exerted
themselves, but sex was almost always when Guy ended up taking extra
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“Guy, I’m going to call Stephen and ask if he can get somebody
up here to check out your breathing, all right?”
“I’m fine,” Guy said, rolling over and looking at him. “I was just a
bit out of breath.”
“Guy, you’re not fine. You do this whenever you exert yourself too
much.”
“Like when?”
“Like during sex.”
“Jason!” Guy laughed, rolling on his back and placing his
forearm behind his head, resting it there. “That’s sex.”
“Even if it is sex, I want to have you looked at. I don’t want you
dying on me up here. We don’t even know where we are, how can you
expect me to get you to a hospital? Oh, and the fact that we’re wanted
men doesn’t help much either.”
“All right, all right,” Guy said, waving his hand. “Chill, Jason.
You do what you want, all right?”
“I always do, don’t I.”
Guy smiled and rolled on top of Jason.
“Yeah, you do.”
Jason smiled and kissed Guy, wrapping his arms around him
before Guy shifted to his side.
They held each other until they fell asleep.

Jason woke up an hour later. Guy was still asleep, the covers just
barely covering the curve of his ass. Jason smiled and crawled out of
bed, pulling the blanket up until it was just below Guy’s muscular
shoulder blades. Jason kissed his boyfriend’s shoulder before pulling his
underwear up his legs, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall,
into the kitchen.
Jason had seen a phone, but he wasn’t sure if it would work.
Stephen had said that Guy’s father had wanted them in complete
seclusion without any knowledge of where they were, but the phone was
there. The phone was probably there for emergency purposes, to contact
them. Guy’s father knew that they weren’t stupid enough to call
somebody they shouldn’t.
It was there, wasn’t it? Jason thought, frowning and walking
into the kitchen. I swore I saw it earlier.
Jason walked further into the kitchen and found it on the wall.
He smiled, pulling the phone off of its rack and pushing the first speed-

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dial button. To the side of that, Stephen had wrote his name there,
followed by, In Case of Emergency.
The phone was answered after the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Stephen,” Jason said. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“It’s fine,” Stephen said. “Did something happen?”
“We’re fine, I’m just a bit worried about Guy though,” Jason said,
walking to the window and looking out at the snow. “He seems to have
some breathing problems. Don’t worry though, he’s all right.”
“You want me to get a doctor up there?”
“If you could, I’d really appreciate it,” Jason sighed. “I’m worried
about him.”
“I know,” Stephen said. “You love him, it’s only natural to worry.”
Jason nodded.
“When can you be here?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Stephen said. “I’ll call the man and get
things arranged.
“All right, thank you.”
Stephen only grunted a reply before the phone went dead.
Sighing, Jason placed the phone back in its place.
Oh well, Jason thought. There may not have been a friendly
goodbye, but at least he’s coming up here.
That was enough for Jason.

“Jason, why did you have to go and call somebody up here?” Guy
asked as Dr. Martin gestured him to take his shirt off. “I said I was
fine.”
“I know you said you were fine,” Jason said, watching his
boyfriend unbutton his shirt. “But I don’t think you’re fine, Guy. I’m just
worried about you.”
“He’s right,” Dr. Martin said, looking up at them. “If you have
some kind of breathing problem, you need to have it looked at. Who
knows what it could be.”
Guy glared at the man for a moment, but his eyes turned to him
when Jason placed a hand on Guy’s arm.
“It’s all right,” Jason reassured his boyfriend.
Guy smiled and kissed Jason’s cheek before sitting on the
counter, as Dr. Martin had asked him to.
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Martin asked, taking his stethoscope and placing it to Guy’s chest.

“No,” Guy said, grimacing as the man moved the cold metal
across his chest. “Not that I’m aware of sir.”
Jason gave his boyfriend a small nod and walked over to where
Stephen was. The African American vampire was leaning against the
counter where the stove and fridge were, his arms crossed over his
chest, his dark glasses concealing any kind of emotion.
“Thanks, Stephen,” Jason said. “I really appreciate you bringing
somebody up here.”
“It’s no trouble,” Stephen smiled. “Anything to help, Jason.”
Jason nodded, returning his eyes to his boyfriend. The doctor
continued to move the stethoscope around, stopping only to ask Guy to
breathe in a different way. Jason watched his boyfriend’s abs shift with
every move, studying the detail of the muscle there.
Guy looked up and smiled at Jason.
“All right,” Dr. Martin said, gesturing Guy to get off the counter.
“You’re done.”
Guy smiled and jumped off the counter, walking to Jason’ side
and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
“So, what’s wrong with him?” Jason asked, touching Guy’s chest
just above his heart.
“I don’t think he has asthma, but I can’t be sure. I wouldn’t
normally prescribe an inhaler, but hey, you’re vampires, right? It’s not
like a little inhaler won’t hurt you, right?”
“What will hurt us?” Jason asked, feeling his lack of knowledge
of what he now was fading.
“You can die,” Dr. Martin said, smiling. “Everything can die.”
“I know that,” Jason said. “But what can’t hurt us.”
“Old age, prescription medicine--like overdosing or taking
something wrong--poisons, cancers and other sicknesses, stuff like that.”
“That’s all?” Jason asked, frowning.
“Why, were you expecting something else?”
Jason shook his head. An image of a bullet bursting from a
cyclopean eye and flying into Gerald’s chest caused him to grip Guy’s
hand even tighter. Jason had closed his eyes, and he hadn’t even noticed
it until Guy turned his face up to him.
“You ok?” Guy asked, smiling.
Jason nodded.
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Jason smiled and accepted Guy’s kiss.

“We’ll get going,” Stephen said, standing upright and waiting for
the doctor to gather his stuff up. “Was there something you had to give
him, Martin?”
“Oh, yes,” the man said, reaching into his suitcase and
withdrawing an inhaler. “Just take a puff of this if you get out of breath.
Just watch out for it; you might give yourself a nasty bump to the teeth
if you’re not careful.”
“Thanks,” Guy said, giving them a wave as they walked out.
Jason smiled, glad that his boyfriend finally had something to
use if he got out of breath.
“See, told you something was wrong,” Jason said with a smile.
“Ah, shucks, Jason,” Guy said with a smile, leaning in close. “You
always seem to know when something’s wrong.”
“That’s because I keep an eye on you,” Jason said, placing a
finger on the tip of Guy’s upper lip. “You’d get yourself into trouble if I
didn’t.”
“Sure I would, babe,” Guy said, wrapping him into a hug. “You
know I would.”
Jason smiled and embraced Guy for several long moments before
he sighed.
“You won’t ever leave me, right?”
“What do you mean, Jason?”
“I mean like… Like… You won’t leave me?”
“No,” Guy said. “Why would you think I would leave you?”
“I mean, would you ever leave me in death?”
Jason looked up at Guy and felt a few stray tears come to his
eyes.
“I’m not going to die on you, Jason,” Guy said, kissing his tears.
“If you’re afraid of that, don’t worry, because I’m not going to die on you
anytime soon.”
Jason smiled and kissed Guy.
“Thank you,” Jason said.
“For what?” Guy asked.
“For being with me.”
Guy smiled and embraced Jason again, shoving away every
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They loved where they were living. Who wouldn’t love living in a huge
mansion-esque log cabin? The two of them kept to themselves and didn’t
have to worry about other people bothering them. They could stay up as
late as they want, play music as loud as they wanted, and could make
love anywhere in the house without having to worry about drawing the
curtains.
This was one of those times where the curtains didn‘t have to be
drawn. It was post-sex for the two of them. Guy was behind Jason,
kissing his shoulder blade and neck. Jason shivered and moaned as Guy
hit the spot on his neck that he liked.
“You like that, baby?” Guy asked, continuing to kiss that spot.
Jason nodded. How could he not like that spot? It was the spot
that Guy had kissed when he had sired him. That spot--although the
same color as the rest of his skin--was different. That spot was the place
that Guy could kiss and send him into complete ecstasy, even if it was
just a small kiss.
“Yeah,” Jason gasped. “Guy, please, stop.”
Guy pulled away.
“Sorry,” Guy said. “Guess one time a day’s enough, huh?”
“No, it’s not that,” Jason said, crawling up beside Guy and
pulling the blankets up them. “It’s just that spot.”
“That’s where I was kissing you, right?” Guy asked. “When I was
siring you?”
Jason nodded, taking Guy’s hand and interlacing their fingers.
“I like you kissing me there, but I don’t want to have sex again.
Are you mad?”
“No, I’m not,” Guy said with a smile. “Besides, I probably
shouldn’t.”
Guy reached for the inhaler on the nightstand and grabbed it,
taking a puff and letting out a chest full of air.
“That’s a lot better,” Guy said with a smile. “Thanks for having
the doc come up here, Jay.”
“It’s fine,” Jason smilef, letting his head rest against Guy’s. “You
know that I’d do anything for you.”
“I know that, Jason. You know I’d do anything for you, right?”
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“Yeah, I know,” Jason laughed. “Remember back in Vegas? When

you grabbed me and turned us into ice before we hit the water?”
Guy laughed and kissed the top of Jason’s head.
“How about we go outside in an hour or something?”
Jason looked up at his boyfriend.
“How come?”
“I want to show you something.”

Guy had made it into his clothes quicker than Jason had. His
boyfriend had crawled out of bed and had ran downstairs dressed only
from the waist down, leaving Jason still fumbling with his pants.
“Damn things,” Jason said, swearing and tossing them against
the wall. He walked to the dresser and pulled a new pair out, pulling
them up his legs before he pulled a sweater over his head.
Shaking his head, he gave the pair of pants he had just been
trying to pull on a kick before walking downstairs, grabbing his coat
before looking out the window, trying to find his boyfriend.
Guy wasn’t anywhere in sight.
That’s odd, Jason frowned. I hope he’s ok.
Jason knew that Guy could take care of himself, but then again,
his boyfriend was a daring one. He was the one who had suggested they
play wild man and vault down the side of the building with curtains and
a sheet, and who had suggested that they walk through the forest in
their underwear to the vampires’ home. He laughed at that thought
before opening the door.
Jason shivered, pulling the coat over his head and shoving his
fingers into his armpits. He looked around, trying to see where Guy was.
“Guy!” Jason called. “Where are you?”
When Guy didn’t answer, a cold sweat broke out on Jason’s back.
Several horrible thoughts rushed into his head. What if his boyfriend
had stepped in a snow-covered hole and broke his leg? Or what if he
stepped down from an area and dropped into so much snow that it
suffocated him? The doctor never said snow couldn’t kill him.
“Guy!” Jason screamed. “Where are you?”
Above, blackbirds flew to the sky in a dark laughter after Jason
screamed. He felt tears break the surface of his eyes as he began
walking, trying to find his boyfriend.
“Guy, this isn’t funny!” Jason sobbed. “Come on, it isn’t…”
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“Got you!”
Jason turned and punched Guy in the chest, causing his
boyfriend to grunt and step back before Jason wrapped his arms around
Guy.
“I fucking hate you,” Jason cried, burying his head into his
boyfriend’s chest. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”
“I’m sorry,” Guy said, wrapping his arms around him. “But I
wanted to see if you could see me.”
“What?” Jason asked, looking up at his boyfriend. “What do you
mean?”
“I was standing right by the door, Jason.”
Jason looked back at the door and shivered. There was nothing
unordinary about the door.
“Guy, what are you saying?”
“It’s a trick,” Guy said, withdrawing from the embrace but
grabbing Jason’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Jason nodded and followed Guy, wiping away the tears as his
boyfriend led him back to the door. Guy let go of his hand and stood
against the wall, smiling.
“Just watch.”
Jason nodded, watching his boyfriend intently. Jason expected
Guy to do some kind of magic trick or escape into some kind of trapdoor
by the house, but nothing happened. Guy just stood there, his eyes
closed and his hands resting against his sides.
“Nothing’s happening.”
Just as Jason finished, Guy disappeared.
Jason’s jaw dropped.
“Holy shit! Where are you?”
“Here.”
Jason jumped as he felt Guy’s hands as his side. Jason looked
over his shoulder and saw Guy form from the air.
“How did you do that?”
“Easy,” Guy said. “Well, sort of, anyway. You just have to think
you’re not there.”
“That’s all?” Jason asked. “There’s something else to it.”
“Yeah, well, there is,” Guy said, stepping away and rubbing the
back of his neck. “It has to be cold.”
“That’s it?”
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Come on, try it.”

Jason nodded, closing his eyes, pretending that he wasn’t there.
When he opened his eyes, he could still see his hands.
“It didn’t work.”
“You need to relax. Don’t think about doing it, just do it.”
Jason nodded, sighing and closing his eyes. He didn’t think about
anything at that moment. He just thought about being in a timeless,
endless space of nothing. When he opened his eyes and looked down at
his hands, he couldn’t see them.
Cool, Jason thought, grinning. Payback time.
Jason carefully made his way around Guy, watching his
boyfriend. Guy was completely oblivious to the fact that he was no
longer there. He was watching the wall, and after a moment he started
whistling, hooking his fingers into his pockets and looking up at the sky.
Jason grabbed a handful of snow and pelted him with it.
“Hey!” Guy said, turning around.
Jason laughed and thought of being visible again. He saw his
hands appear before him again.
“I did it!” Jason said.
“You did what? Disappear or give me payback?”
“Both,” Jason said, smiling, walking up to Guy and kissing his
cheek. “Sorry about punching you.”
“It’s fine,” Guy laughed, wrapping an arm around him.
“I thought we couldn’t do a lot of fancy vampire things?” Jason
asked. “I mean, you said that blood-drinkers can fly.”
“If they want,” Guy said. “We have a few things, but we’re not as
old as they are.”
“What else can we do?” Jason asked, wanting to learn more.
“Disappear, like I just showed you. We can turn ourselves or
other things into ice. Suck heat out of people to keep ourselves alive.
That’s pretty much it.”
Jason frowned. He hadn’t expected much, but he had expected
more than what Guy had told him.
“It makes me feel a little weaker, knowing that we’re not as
strong as the others,” Jason said.
“We’ve always felt weaker, Jason. The only good thing about us is
that we’re almost as human as we can be.”

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tub. The basement was nice and large; wooden, like the rest of the
house, with a billiards table in the center and a stereo system above the
grand fireplace.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?” Jason asked, looking up at Guy.
“I was just making sure you were all right.”
Jason nodded, feeling Guy’s naked flesh adjust underneath him.
Guy placed a hand on Jason’s chest before kissing the side of his head.
“What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to,” Guy said. “You haven’t been feeling cold
lately, have you?”
“No,” Jason said. “Have you?”
“No, I was just making sure. If you do feel cold, Jason, tell me.
You know I don’t care if you’re on top.”
Jason nodded, smiling. He was the recessive one in the
relationship, but Guy wouldn’t refuse him to be on top if he needed or
wanted dominance. It wasn’t often that Jason was on top--as he liked
Guy being on top--but it was always nice to be the dominant one once in
a while.
“What are you smiling for?” Guy teased.
“Oh, just thinking about what you said.”
“Pervert,” Guy laughed. “Just kidding, babe. You know I like it
when you do me, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I like you being on top,” Jason said. “It makes me feel
more secure.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, it just does. It’s something weird like that, you
know?”
Guy nodded, wrapping his arms around Jason.
“You can tell me anything, baby.”
Jason nodded, feeling Guy’s hands unlace themselves, where
they settled on the muscles of his abs.
“You care to tell me why it makes you more secure, Jason?” Guy
asked.
“It just… I don’t know how to explain it. I guess after Doug…”
“Doug?”
“The heroine addict.”
“Oh,” Guy said.
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like less of a man than I really was. He was emotionally abusing me

most of the time, and the only time I really did feel like a man was when
he fucked me. It made me feel like I had some kind of purpose for being
his boyfriend, you know?”
Guy nodded, kissing his cheek.
“You know I would never use you, baby.”
“I know,” Jason said, gripping Guy’s hand. “You’re not that kind
of man.”
“If I’m ever doing anything to hurt you in any way, tell me,
Jason. I don’t want to hurt you and not know that I am.”
“You’re not hurting me, Guy,” Jason said. “You haven’t hurt me
once since we’ve been together.”
Guy kissed his cheek again.
“I’m glad.”

The next morning, Jason woke the sound of the heater starting
up. Jason felt for Guy at his side and found that he wasn’t there.
He must’ve got up already, Jason thought, rolling over on his
back. He’s not in the shower, so he must be in the living room or in the
kitchen, making breakfast.
Jason turned to look at the clock.
It was only six-thirty.
“That’s weird,” Jason thought. “He doesn’t get up until seven on
most days.”
Jason laughed and threw his legs over the bed, pulling a pair of
underwear up his legs before he walked out of the room and down the
hall.
“Guy?” Jason called. “Where are you?”
Expecting Guy’s voice, Jason stood there for a moment, waiting
for Guy to call back to him. Guy could’ve gone downstairs, but even then
Guy would have heard him.
“Guy?” Jason called again. “Where are…”
Jason trailed off as he saw the note on the counter. He walked
over and picked it up.

Hey, baby. I’ll be back in a little while. I called Stephen and had
him come up and get me. I’m going to a safe place to get something
done. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad or anything like that.
Love you,

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Guy

Jason nodded and set the note back on the counter, walking over
to the couch and seating himself, reaching for the remote and flicking
the TV on. Jason didn’t plan on sitting there for too long, but at least the
noise would distract him. Jason and Guy had only been apart for a few
times, and having Guy gone--especially during times when they were
two of the most wanted men in the country--made him nervous.
“Hope you come back soon,” Jason said before standing and
walking to the kitchen, ready to make himself some breakfast.

About two hours later, Jason heard the door open. Guy walked in
and gave him a small, forced smile.
“Hey, babe,” Guy said, grimacing as he shifted out of his coat.
“Sorry I left.”
“Where were you?” Jason asked, standing and walking toward
Guy. “And why do you keep grimacing?”
“I was down at a vampire joint with Stephen,” Guy said. “And as
to why I’m grimacing, let me take off my shirt.”
Guy carefully and slowly stripped his shirt off to reveal that
sculpted chest of his. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to his left
nipple, where a small, black ring was now connected to his flesh.
“You pierced your nipple?” Jason asked, coming closer and
looking at it.
“Yeah, and it hurt like a bitch too,” Guy said, wrapping an arm
around Jason. “I figured I’d get it redone.”
“Redone?”
“Yeah. Not too long before I met you, I had it pierced. Then I took
it out and then forgot to put it back in. It closed up.”
Jason nodded and let his finger slide along the slick metal,
careful not to hurt Guy in any way. Jason couldn’t imagine getting his
ear pierced, much less getting his nipple pierced.
“So… What do you think of it?”
Jason looked up at Guy and smiled.
“I like it.”
“I figured you’d like it.”
“How?”
“Just figured you would.”
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“It’s a fetish,” Jason admitted. “It turns me on.”

Guy smiled and kissed Jason, walking to the touch with him.
“You just get up, babe?” Guy asked, noticing that Jason was still
in his underwear.
“No, I’ve been up for a few hours. I just didn’t feel like getting
dressed.”
Guy smiled and wrapped an arm around Jason.
“I’d offer to take your last piece of clothing off, but I’m not up to
it.”
“It’s fine,” Jason said, kissing Guy’s cheek. “I don’t care. I’m just
glad you’re back.”
“Were you worried about me?”
“I’m always worried about you.”
Guy smiled and took Jason’s hand, raising it and kissing his
knuckles. Jason smiled at his boyfriend’s gesture of affection.
“I know, baby. I worry about you all the time. We worry because
we love each other, you know?” Guy said.
Jason nodded and smiled, leaning his head against Guy’s
shoulder.
“Want to get in the tub?” Jason asked, looking up at Guy.
Guy smiled and brought Jason to his feet with a simple pull of
his hand.

“Is it supposed to snow tonight?” Jason asked as he let Guy settle

up against him for a change.
“I don’t know,” Guy said. “Thanks for letting me lay on you,
babe.”
“You’re sore from the piercing. I’ll take care of you.”
Guy smiled and tilted his head up, lightly kissing Jason before
resting his head back on Jason’s shoulder.
“Where did you get it done?” Jason asked, running a damp hand
through his boyfriend’s blonde hair.
“Some vampire joint named El Vampiro.”
“It was a Spanish place?”
“Yeah,” Guy laughed. “Who would’ve thought that I’d get a
piercing in a vampire joint?”
Jason smiled and rested his hand on Guy’s shoulder.
“What kind of vampires were they?”
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The room was silent for several moments before Jason spoke.
“Did they do anything to you?”
“No,” Guy said. “I think it was only because they knew I was a
’prince,’ as my father calls it. I wouldn’t have gone in there if Stephen
hadn’t been there with me.”
“So, do you know where we are?”
“No. Stephen put me in the back of the jeep. There’s no windows
in his jeep except the front.”
“You couldn’t see out the front?”
“He had a drape. He said he’d move us if I moved it, so I didn’t. I
like living here, don’t you, Jay?”
Jason nodded, glad that Guy had followed his better judgment
and left the drape closed. Jason liked living here with Guy, and he liked
the fact that it was just the two of them up here.
Jason felt Guy’s hand touch his, and he let his boyfriend’s hand
guide his own to the muscles on his stomach.
“You ok, Guy?” Jason asked, wondering why his boyfriend had
just decided to place his hand on his chest.
“Just need to feel your touch,” Guy said. “That’s all, Jay.”
Jason nodded, sighing and leaning his head back as Guy
readjusted himself against his chest. It felt good to just lay there in the
warm water of the hut tub with his boyfriend leaning against him.
Jason kept his hand on Guy’s chest and closed his eyes, relaxing,
enjoying this moment.
Jason thought back on what Stephen had said about the
snowstorm.
I wonder when that will hit us, Jason thought, frowning. I hope
it won’t get too bad.
Jason heard Guy mumble something, but when he looked up he
saw that his boyfriend wasn’t turning his head to look at him.
Jason smiled.
Guy had just fallen asleep.
Jason wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and held him,
making sure that he wouldn’t slip away into anything but sleep.

That night, the cold was what bit at Jason’s skin. It wasn’t Guy’s
gentle nibbles, as he was fast asleep; it was the cold. Outside, the snow
fell slowly in nice, even teardrops of ice. Jason felt Guy shift on the bed,
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do this for an hour now, so Jason finally gave up and let Guy take the
rest of the blanket.
If he’s cold, I’m not going to keep him cold, Jason thought,
walking to the armoire and grabbing a few blankets out of it. I don’t
even want to attempt to mess with the portable heater.
Guy would know how to mess with it, but Jason wasn’t going to
wake Guy up just for that. Jason didn’t dare try to mess with it himself.
He knew that there were people who messed with portable heaters and
were dead the next day because their house burned down.
Jason threw another blanket over Guy and crawled into bed,
covering himself up while throwing the third and final over the two of
them. That would keep them warm for the rest of the night.
“Ugh…” Guy moaned. “Cold.”
“Are you awake, Guy?”
When Guy didn’t answer him, he nodded and closed his eyes.
Jason knew Guy occasionally talked in his sleep, and he didn’t take any
notice of it. Guy wouldn’t be cold after he started heating the blankets
up with his body heat.
Sighing, Jason scooted over until their backs were touching,
hoping sleep would come easier now that he and his boyfriend’s bodies
were touching.

That following morning, Jason and Guy were in the kitchen

eating breakfast when they heard the blare of a voice from outside.
“Come out with your hands up! We know you’re there!”
Jason and Guy jumped from their seats and went to the window.
As Jason thought, it was the police. Several cruisers and even more
SWAT trucks were outside, weapons trained on the house.
“Guy!” Jason cried. “What do we do?”
“You have a minute to get out of the house before we come in!”
the voice called back.
Guy wasted no time in walking to the wall and moving aside a
piece of obviously-noticeable wood, revealing a red button. Guy slammed
his fist on it and almost immediately a screech of metal slamming down
over the windows and doors come in. Screams of bullets tore through the
air as they flew from the house.
The house shook and groaned before they heard more metal
came sliding down.
“What else is going on!” Jason cried, looking at Guy. “Why is

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there more screeching?”

“Stephen said something about there being a dome that covers
the house.”
When Guy said that, the last bit of light that had been in the
house died off. The sound of a heater or some kind of generator kicked
on shortly after that.
“What was that?”
“To let air in,” Guy said. “Come on, baby; let’s sit on the couch
and wait this out. Somebody should call and be here to help us soon.”
Jason nodded and walked over to the couch with Guy, sitting
down beside him.
Jason started to cry, and Guy didn’t care; Guy simply held Jason
and said that everything would be all right. But would it really be all
right? Now they would have to leave because they knew where they
were. Jason liked living here, and now he and Guy would have to leave.
“I don’t want to leave,” Jaosn sobbed.
“I know, baby,” Guy said. “Neither do I.”
*
Guy and Jason had been sitting on the couch when the phone
rang. Guy blinked, trying to tell if the sound was real or not. When it
continued, Guy shifted his sleeping boyfriend off of his chest and walked
to the phone, answering it.
“Hello?”
“Why are you whispering?”
Guy gave a small sigh as he heard Stephen.
“I don’t know,” Guy said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m
nervous.”
“I wouldn’t blame you. What happened?”
“They found us, Steve. Can you get us help?”
“Yeah, we can get someone up there tomorrow morning,” Stephen
said. “But until then, be careful. Remember, there’s compartments that
you can slide open by every door. And if they do someone manage to get
in--which is highly unlikely--there’s a trapdoor in the basement behind
the stairs.”
“A trapdoor?”
“Yeah,” Stephen said. “We put it in just in case the metal bullet
fails.”
“The bullet?” Guy asked, frowning. “What are you talking about,
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“It’s the metal cone that goes over the house, but we call it a
bullet. I really need to let you go, Guy. I need to get someone ready to
come up there. You and Jason take it easy, all right. I know how hard it’s
been for him to deal with all of this.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“All right, just be careful. Go into your bedroom with him, get
some rest, make love if he feels like it. Just tell him it’s all right and
that everything’s going to be ok. Don’t mention the trapdoor unless you
have to.”
“Yeah, I’ll be sure not to do anything stupid. Thanks, Steve.”
Stephen hung up the phone before Guy could even attempt to say
goodbye. With a sigh and a small shrug, Guy hung the phone back in its
cradle before walking over to the couch, lying down beside Jason. It
hurt, knowing that they’d have to leave this place. Guy had gotten used
to it and started to like it, but there wasn’t anything he could do.
Father will do something, Guy thought. We’ll probably just keep
moving around like this until we can’t go anywhere else.
Shaking his head, Guy closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
*
Jason woke up an hour later. Jason felt Guy’s breaths on the
back of his neck, and for a moment it scared him. Jason thought it was
someone else before he actually remembered that they were safe in here
and that it was only his boyfriend beside him.
“Guy,” Jason whispered. “Are you awake?”
When Guy didn’t answer, Jason sighed and scooted back against
him. Feeling Guy’s body against his made Jason feel better about being
locked in their house in metal, surrounded by the darkness around
them.
Maybe I can find some candles, Jason thought, getting off of the
couch. I can still see, it’s not like it’s pitch black.
Jason made his way over to the cabinets and startled fumbling
through them. At first, all he was able to find was silverware and plates,
but as he dug deeper he found a few candles.
“Yes,” Jason said. “I found them.”
Jason pulled a few out and closed the cupboards, grabbing the
matches and stopping before he saw a pack of cigarettes.
Guy must’ve got a pack when he was down getting his piercing,
Jason thought, grabbing the pack of smokes and walking to the coffee
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Jason set the candles out and struck the match, lighting the
three he had pulled out quickly before taking a cigarette out. He let the
tip hover over the candle until it was lit, and then he pressed it to his
lips and took a long, lengthy drag. He coughed after that, but it made
him feel better.
Guy moaned beside him before rolling on his back.
“You found candles, baby?”
“Yeah,” Jason said, giving his boyfriend a smile. “You want a
drag?”
Guy nodded. Jason passed Guy his cigarette, watching Guy rise
before he placed the smoke in his mouth.
“You can get another, if you want,” Guy said, running a hand
through his hair. “I don’t care.”
“I’ll just share yours, if that’s all right.”
Guy nodded and took another drag before passing the cigarette
back to him.
“You’re not much of a smoker, are you?” Guy asked. “I know you
don’t smoke a lot, but I know you like the occasional one when I get
cigarettes.”
“I don’t smoke a whole lot, no,” Jason said, blowing smoke out of
his mouth. “I had almost broke the habit before I met you.”
“Sorry about that,” Guy said.
“I don’t care,” Jason laughed. “Besides, we’re two of the most
wanted men in the country right now, the least I can do is have a
cigarette.”
Guy laughed and kissed Jason.
“As long as it doesn’t ruin your pretty teeth, baby.”
“You don’t have stains on yours either,” Jason said. “Is that
natural, or what?”
“I guess it’s natural. Vampires have a lot of weird stuff. I guess
our teeth are just naturally clean all the time.”
Jason smiled and passed Guy the cigarette before he could go
any deeper with the ’vampires having pearly whites even when smoking’
idea. Jason’s thoughts, once again, trailed off to the fact that they were
locked in their house as he looked at the candles.
“Is help coming?” Jason asked, taking the cigarette as Guy
offered it.
“Yeah, baby,” Guy said. “Tomorrow. Stephen said to take is easy
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“All right,” Jason said with a smile. “It’s good to know that we
won’t have to wait that long.”
Guy smiled and embraced Jason, kissing his cheek before taking
the cigarette from between his lips.
“It won’t be much longer,” Guy said. “Not much longer at all.”

Even though Jason didn’t have the moon to look at, he still had
Guy in bed beside him, and that was all that mattered. Guy had offered
sex, but they never did have it. Guy even asked if he wanted to be on
top, but Jason had sighed and shook his head, saying that he didn’t
want to have sex. Normally, he might’ve accepted the invitation, but not
now.
They were encased in a metal shell, and it changed his mood
entirely.
“Babe?”
Jason felt Guy’s hand on his shoulder and fell into the touch,
allowing his boyfriend to pull him against his chest.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” Jason said. “I’m fine. Just scared, that’s all.”
“The bedroom door’s locked, baby,” Guy said, kissing the back of
his neck. “And remember the gun I have?”
Jason nodded. How could he not remember the wicked-looking
pistol that his boyfriend had pulled out of the wall? It was another small
reassurance that they would be safe if anyone got in, which was highly
unlikely.
“I’m still scared,” Jason finally said.
“I know,” Guy whispered. “But don’t be scared, baby. They’ll be
gone tomorrow.”
The way Guy said that made Jason wonder what would happen
to the men who were waiting outside for them.

In the early hours of the morning, Jason was woken by the howl
of wind. Apparently, Guy sensed his distress, as he pulled Jason back
against his chest.
“I think this is it,” Guy said. “I think they’re here.”
“What are they doing?” Jason asked as he felt his boyfriend’s
head resting against his own head. “Guy?”
“They’re just getting rid of the men,” Guy said, yawning. “That’s
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Jason shivered and melted into Guy’s chest, thankful for his
boyfriend’s warmth. He didn’t know what Guy meant by ‘just getting rid
of the men,’ but he hoped it wasn’t something that they would have to
worry about.
“Should we get up?” Jason finally asked.
“No,” Guy said. “Go back to sleep, Jason. We’ll get up when we
need to.”
With a nod, Jason sighed and closed his eyes, trusting Guy’s
better judgment.

When Jason woke up, he was moving. Jason bolted from his
sleep and found that he was in the back of a vehicle. He turned and saw
that there was a curtain drawn across the area in front of them. There
were also no windows, so the only light came from a small rectangle on
the ceiling.
“Where are we?” Jason asked.
“I don’t know.”
Jason looked over and saw Guy. Guy was wrapped in a sleeping
bag from the waist down, revealing the bare muscles of his chest and his
dark nipple ring.
“We just woke up and were driving?”
“Yeah,” Guy said. “That’s how I woke up, anyway.”
When the car suddenly stopped moving, Guy swore and stood.
“Hey, Stephen! Why’d you stop?”
When the silence came, Jason shivered and looked over at Guy.
Guy gave him a reassuring smile and mouthed, ‘No worries.’
That was when the back of the jeep burst open. A pair of arms
grabbed Guy and forced him out of the vehicle, where other men started
to crawl in after Jason.
“Guy!” Jason screamed. “Guy!”
When a man grabbed at Jason’s arm, he screamed and punched
him in the face before jumping out of the jeep. Jason was running
toward an armored truck, where the men were trying to push Guy in.
“Run, Jason!” Guy screamed. “Get away from this place!”
Jason screamed Guy’s name again before his boyfriend was
pulled into the armored truck. When the other men drew guns and
approached him, Jason jumped into a group of trees and tumbled down
an invisible drop.
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Jason woke to the screams of the wind. The cold bit at his naked upper
body, and though he was a vampire of the ice affinity, there was nothing
he could do to stop feeling the bitter cold of both the wind and
loneliness. They had come so fast, but the worst was that Stephen had
betrayed them.
No. Stephen betraying them wasn’t the worst. The worst thing
about this whole experience was that Guy was gone, kidnapped by a
psychopathic vampire.
Why? Jason thought as he stood, rubbing his arms, trying to
bring warmth into them. Why would Stephen do this to us? Where
would he take Guy?
Jason didn’t know where Stephen would take Guy, but right now,
he needed to get out of here. He began walking in one direction, and
although he knew chances of actually getting out of the forest were slim,
he figured he could do it. And then it hit him, harder than he thought it
would.
Jason couldn’t go anywhere because he was still wanted for
murder.
“Why?” Jason screamed, tears coming to his eyes. “Why?”
Birds took flight at Jason’s screams, and when he fell to his
knees he let the tears fall.
Guy, please, help me get through this.
Jason wasn’t sure why he was the one crying. He should be
crying for Guy because his boyfriend was the one who had been
kidnapped. He was fine; Guy was God knows where.
Jason got back to his feet and began walking toward the road.
Maybe--just maybe--Jason would get lucky enough and find an
ice vampire.
Please, Jason thought, trying to open his mind, like Guy had
mentioned. Come help me. I’m in trouble. My boyfriend’s been
kidnapped.
Jason found the road soon enough, and before long he was taking
shelter in a drainage pipe, waiting for the storm and someone to come
for him.
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Guy screamed as he was strapped down to a metal table. The

men around him were scientists, human scientists. They were pulling
masks over their faces and gloves over their hands, subtly implying that
they thought he had some kind of disease.
Stephen’s form appeared in the corner.
“You bastard,” Guy growled.
“Why resort to violence, Guy?”
“Because you kidnapped me you son of a bitch!”
The scientists ignored Guy’s screams for the most part, but some
were agitated by his screams. One man put a gloved hand on his gloved
chest.
“Sir,” the man said, keeping his hand on his chest. “You need to
calm down.”
“Get your hand off me, you bastard,” Guy growled. “What are you
going to do to me?”
“We’re running tests on your blood, sir. Don’t try to fight us. We
have other ways of dealing with people who may be beneficial to
humankind.”
“Like what?” Guy spat.
Although Guy couldn’t see the man’s smile, he could tell by the
way the mask moved on the scientist’s face that the man had indeed
smiled.
“Torture, for one.”
Guy grimaced at the man’s words and nodded, trying his best not
to show his pain as he felt the needle slip into his skin. It went in deep,
but when it stopped he relaxed as he felt his blood being drawn.
“Please don’t hurt me, sir,” Guy said, looking at the scientist who
had been talking to him. “I just want to see my boyfriend again.”
“Your boyfriend would have been better off coming with us, Guy
Winters,” the scientist said. “Of course, we will find him in due time.”
“What’ll you do with me?” Guy asked.
“You’ll stay here. You’re safe and you have nothing to worry
about. I--as well as my colleagues--know that you and your boyfriend are
wanted for the murder of a man.”
“We didn’t murder that man,” Guy said, turning his head away.
“It was a mistake.”
“I will correct myself then. You were feeding on this man and
killed him. An accident, no?”
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“It was an accident,” Guy said as the female scientist placed a

cotton wad and a band aid over the needle entry point, tears coming to
his eyes. “I never wanted this to happen. All I wanted was for me and
Jason to live together and be happy.”
The scientist slipped his mask off and smiled at him, revealing a
snow-white beard.
“Don’t worry, son,” the man said. “You and your boyfriend will be
together soon enough. Maybe by then we’ll have cured or developed
something for the better of mankind.”
*
Jason felt the hand on his shoulder and burst from his sleep,
flailing his arms at the intruder.
“Leave me alone!”
“It’s all right, I’m here to help.”
How long had he been sleeping?
Jason opened his eyes and saw the face of a young man possibly
no older than sixteen. The beginning hints of a beard were just forming
along his chin line, plainly spelling out his youth.
“Are y-you one of us?”
“Yeah,” the kid said, blinking, revealing the lighter blue ring
around his dark blue eyes. “I am. Come on, I’m going to take you back to
the place.”
Jason nodded and followed the kid back to the road, where an old
black car was parked.
“What’s your name?” Jason asked.
“It’s Jonas,” the kid smiled.
“How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“And you can drive, right?”
“Chill,” the kid said, laughing at the ‘chill’ comment. “I can drive
just fine.”
With a small sigh, Jason walked around the car and crawled into
the passenger seat, strapping the seatbelt over his bare chest and
marveling at the warmth the heaters put off.
“How long have you been out here?” Jonas asked, starting the
car, pulling his own seatbelt over his chest and rubbing his hands in
front of the heater.
“I… I don’t know,” Jason sighed. “Guy got kidnapped by them,
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“Who’s Guy?”
“My boyfriend,” Jason said. “Guy told me to run. Even though I
didn’t want to, I still did. I ended up running into the woods and
stepping off a drop. I’ve been out here for a few hours at the most, but
I‘m not exactly sure how long it‘s been.”
“Good thing we can stand the cold, eh?” Jonas smiled as he
started the car. “It’ll take us a few days to get there.”
“Where are we?” Jason frowned. “They couldn’t have taken us
that far away.”
“Who couldn’t have taken you that far away?”
“Guy’s father wanted us to stay in hiding. Kid, do you know who
I am?”
Jonas looked at Jason for a moment before his eyes went wide.
“You’re one of the men who’s wanted for the murder of that guy.”
“Yeah,” Jason said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was an
accident. I’m a newly-sired vampire, and when I first fed, Guy helped
me. It got out of control and we ended up killing the guy. Look, where
are we? Guy’s father wanted us to stay in hiding, and he did it so well
that we don’t even know where we are.”
“We’re in Arizona, near Phoenix,” Jonas said. “Look, do you want
to go to the nearest vampire haven or not?”
“Yes,” Jason said. “I do.”
Jonas nodded and scratched at the hair on his chin before
starting up the car.
“You hungry?” the kid asked. “There’s chips in the compartment.”
Jason nodded and opened the compartment, grabbing the chips
and tearing the bag open.
“Thank you,” Jason said, looking over at the kid. “I appreciate it,
Jonas.”
“Are you sure you’re ok?” the kid asked, stopping the car and
pulling over at the side of the road.
Jason shook his head and sighed, feeling Jonas place a hand on
his arm. The kid gripped his arm and gave him a small smile.
“I’m not ok,” Jason said as he looked at the younger man. “My
boyfriend’s been kidnapped, I feel bad because I’m not with him, I’m
freezing.”
“Here,” Jonas said, unbuckling his seatbelt and slipping out of
his coat. “Take mine.”
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and slipping into Jonas’ coat. Jonas was the kind of guy he would’ve
been into had he been a few years younger. Jonas had nice, broad
shoulders and muscular arms with shadow starting to come in along his
jaw and on his upper lip. He had nice, close-cut hair like Guy’s, making
him a very attractive young man.
“I’m sorry,” Jason said, turning his head away. “Thank you for
your jacket.”
“If you mean you’re sorry for looking at me, don’t be,” Jonas said
with a smile. “You’re a good-looking guy yourself.”
“Are you gay?” Jason asked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked
that.”
“Don’t you know that most of the ice vampires are gay?” Jonas
asked, starting the car. “Yeah, I’m gay. I have a boyfriend. I’ve had sex. I
was sired only earlier this year.”
“I shouldn’t have asked,” Jason sighed. “Don’t worry, I’m not
going to come on to you or try to force anything on to you.”
“I know,” Jonas said. “Besides, I’m your same size. I could easily
kick your ass.”
That brought a smile to Jason’s face and a laugh from his chest.
“Thank you, Jonas,” Jason said. “I appreciate it.”

That night, they stopped at a small rest-stop place. Here, an all-

night fast food joint was connected to the main office, whereas the rooms
were placed in their own separate lots in small, two-person rooms. Jason
sat on the bed with his shirt off, waiting for Jonas to come back with the
food.
Thoughts of Guy were lingering in his mind, but they faded as
the door opened, Jonas walking into the room.
“Here,” Jonas said, setting a bag near Jason. “That’s your stuff.
Cheeseburger and fries.”
“Thanks,” Jason said, opening his bag and unwrapping his
hamburger. “I appreciate it, Jonas. If I had money, I’d give it to you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I brought extra money because your
message was shaky. I could tell you were in some kind of trouble.”
“And you just came? If I were you, I would’ve stayed at home
with my boyfriend.”
“I had thought about that,” Jonas grinned, taking a bite out of a
French fry. “Tyler had wanted me to stay in bed with him, but I knew
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“How?”
“Deep conscience thing,” Jonas said, tapping the side of his head.
“You get what I mean?”
Jason nodded and finished eating, walking to the garbage can
and throwing his empty bag inside it before walking back to the bed.
“How much longer is it until we hit the haven?” Jason asked.
“Two days at the least,” Jonas said as he stripped out of his shirt,
revealing toned muscles and golden-tan skin. “You getting down in your
underwear or what?”
“I’ll just wear my jeans,” Jason said. “I’m not going to do
anything to you.”
“I know,” Jonas sighed, unbuckling his belt and stripping down
to his boxers. “I trust you.”
“You seem to be a bit nervous though.”
“My father raped me,” Jonas said, rolling over and turning his
head away from Jason. “That’s why I get nervous around men I don’t
know.”
“I’m not going to rape you,” Jason said, walking over and patting
Jonas’ shoulder. “I’m not that kind of guy.”
“I know you aren’t, that’s why my knife isn’t by my bed.”
Jason frowned, looking to where Jonas’ pants were.
“You have a knife?”
“Tyler wanted to come with me, but I wouldn’t let him,” Jonas
said. “You’ll see my boyfriend’s personality when we get to the haven. He
was the one who killed my father after he raped me. He doesn’t like
people trying to take advantage of me. He’s the one that gave me the
knife.”
Jason nodded and returned to the bed, turning the single lamp
on the table off in the process. He gave Jonas a quick goodnight before
crawling into bed, softly sighing, feeling bad for the young man.
He’s so nervous around men just because of a sick father, Jason
thought.
“Night,” Jason said again. “Thanks for coming and getting me. I
appreciate it.”
“Can I ask you something?” Jonas asked, rolling over to face him.
“What is it?” Jason asked, looking at the young man.
“Were you asleep that whole time?”
Jason frowned, trying to remember if he had been sleeping for
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exactly, but he was fairly sue that he had been.

“Yeah,” Jason said. “I think I was.”
“All right, well, night,” Jonas said, rolling over and facing the
wall.
“Night,” Jason said, just before closing his own eyes.
Thoughts of where Guy was would haunt the rest of Jason’s
waking hours.
*
That night, Guy had been given his own small room with the
godly gift of a bed. A man didn’t know that a bed was a godly object until
he was imprisoned against his will or in a place where he couldn’t get to
one. Men of the older times knew that beds were godly items, but
nowadays men just did what they pleased and went to bed at night
either by themselves or with the ones they loved.
Guy knew that a bed was a godly item, and he would never
forget it either. He sighed and looked down at his arms, seeing the
needle marks in them. They had taken blood more than once, and now
he was beginning to feel it. His head was woozy, his stomach was sick,
and he felt like dying right there.
“Mr. Winters?”
Guy jumped as he heard the scientist’s voice.
“I don’t know your name, sir,” Guy said as he turned, looking at
the frost-bearded man through the glass that separated them.
“My name is Doctor Preston, Mr. Winters.”
“Yes Dr. Preston, sir,” Guy said. “What is it you need?”
“I need to give you an identification number,” the man said,
holding up a small metal object with a series of numbers on it. “It will go
on your wrist.”
Guy looked at the object and grimaced. The man pushed a
button. Soon, the object was red-hot.
“Please, sir,” Guy said, tears coming to his eyes. “Don’t do this,
please.”
“I have to, Mr. Winters,” the doctor said. “If you try to fight me, I
have a man trained on a machine gun. See that camera in the corner?”
When Dr. Preston pointed to a camera in the room, Guy turned
his head and nodded, seeing the signature trait of a Gatling gun around
it; the small holes were the bullets would come out.
“If you attempt to fight me, I will have you shot. Do you
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“Yes, sir,” Guy said. “I do.”

“You won’t see your boyfriend again if you fight me.”
“Yes sir,” Guy said again, bowing his head and giving the man
his wrist. “I understand.”
The man grabbed Guy’s wrist and did it quicker than Guy had
expected. The burning-hot metal hit his skin and his body naturally
reacted by making the skin cold. He screamed in pain as the doctor held
the metal there, but he didn’t fight it. Steam erupted from his skin and
tears flowed down his face, but he didn’t hide them.
“There.”
When the doctor released Guy’s wrist, Guy quickly placed his
wrist to his bare chest, looking up at the doctor as tears flowed down his
face.
“I hate you,” Guy sobbed. “You kidnap me and force me away
from my boyfriend. You take more blood than you needed to. And now
you’re branding me like I’m a bull? You, sir, can burn in hell.”
The doctor backhanded Guy, sending him to the nearby wall.
“You ever speak to me like that again, I’ll do worse than that!”
Preston roared. “You hear me?”
Guy nodded, turning his head away and crying.
“Good!” the man laughed. “You know who’s boss now and that’s
all that matters. Get to sleep; there will be more tests tomorrow.”
When the electronic door closed and the lights went off, Guy
crawled toward the bed and crawled into it, blowing on his wrist, trying
to ease the burning feeling. He looked at the numbers. They meant
nothing to him, so he ignored them and continued to cry.
“Jason,” Guy whispered. “Please, help me.”
*
“Guy!”
Jason was upright in bed, sweat running down his chest. He had
heard Guy scream in his sleep, he knew that.
“Jason?” Jonas asked, walking over to the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Bad dream,” Jason said, wiping tears from his face. “Guy’s being
hurt by the people who kidnapped him.”
“How do you know?”
“You can’t feel what your boyfriend feels when you’re away from
him?” Jason asked, looking up at Jonas. “You can’t feel what he feels for
you?”
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mean like that?”

“Kind of,” Jason said. “It’s kind of like that. I’m so deeply in love
with Guy that I know what he’s feeling. They’re hurting him, Jonas, and
I need to help him.”
“How are you going to do that?” Jonas asked. “You gonna go in
there, guns blazing and all?”
“Who knows,” Jason smiled. “I might have to do that.”
“You’d die for him?”
“You wouldn’t die for your boyfriend?”
“Of course I would!” Jonas said. “You think I wouldn’t? Do you
honestly think…”
Jonas went quiet as Jason started crying again. Jonas stood
there in dumbfounded silence for a moment before sighing, turning and
walking over to the wall.
“I’m sorry,” Jonas said. “I shouldn’t have went off like that.”
“It’s all right,” Jason said. “It’s not your fault.”
“No, it is my fault.”
“It’s not,” Jason said, rising from the bed and walking over to
Jonas, setting a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. ”I’m upset, Jonas.”
“I know you are,” the younger man said, reaching up and
gripping Jason’s hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jason said. “Since we’re both up, how about we get
ready to leave? Go shower, Jonas, then I’ll shower.”
The younger man nodded and disappeared into the bathroom,
giving him a small smile before he closed the door.
“I have a lot to be thankful for,” Jason said.

A few hours later, they were headed toward New Mexico, on their
way to the vampire haven near Albuquerque. Jason was nervous, mostly
because Guy wasn’t with him and because for one of the first times since
he had become wanted, his thoughts strayed back to his father. He
wondered if his father was disappointed or worried.
My dad knows I wouldn’t kill somebody, Jason thought with a
thankful sigh.
“You ok?” Jonas asked.
“Yeah,” Jason said with a small, forced laugh. “Just thinking
about my dad.”
When Jonas didn’t reply, Jason felt bad, remembering that
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uncomfortable around strange men.

“I’m sorry,” Jason said.
“It’s not your fault. You have a right to think about your dad.”
“Do you want to talk about what happened with your dad?”
Jason asked, turning to look at Jonas. “I’m here to talk.”
“I’ve just met you,” Jonas said, bluntly. “Why should I open
myself up to you?”
Jason nodded and sighed, rubbing the sleeves of Jonas’ jacket,
which he was still wearing.
“Yeah, I get what you mean,” Jason said. “Sorry.”
Jonas didn’t say anything. The young man only continued to
drive down the almost-deserted road.
“I wasn’t trying to be rude,” Jonas said.
“I know,” Jason said. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s hard to
open up about those kinds of things.”
“He was drunk,” Jonas said.
Jason nodded, keeping quiet as a sign for Jonas to continue on.
“He had got intentionally drunk, like he did almost every night,”
Jonas said. “This was earlier this year, before I had become a vampire. I
was dating Tyler at the time, and this was before I knew he was a
vampire.
“Anyway, my dad got drunk, came into my room and raped me.
He tore my underwear off of me and forced me onto the bed, grabbing
my wrists and pinning me down. He said that he’d kill me if I fought, so
I gave in. He hurt me so bad, and I was just a virgin.
“Thankfully, Tyler was coming over that night. He walked in on
us and I screamed for him to help me. Tyler grabbed my dad and threw
him off of me. Tyler grabbed the gun out of his pocket and shot him five
times until he was dead.”
Jason waited a short moment before asking his question.
“What did the police say?”
“They didn’t,” Jonas said. “Tyler grabbed me and we took off. He
took me out in the woods and he gently made love to me, turning me
into a vampire. We’ve been living at the haven ever since.”
Jason nodded and sighed, feeling bad that he had brought up the
conversation in the first place. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it
would’ve felt like to have been raped by his own father. He had heard
stories of such kinds of incest between father and son, but most of them
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“Are you in love with your boyfriend?” Jason asked.

“Of course I am! What kind of question is that?”
Jason shook his head and sighed.
“I was just wondering.”
“Oh, I see,” Jonas said with a sigh. “Guy, right?”
“Yeah,” Jason said.
“He’s all right, Jason.”
“You think so?” Jason asked, looking up at Jonas.
“I know he is. I don’t think they’re going to hurt him.”
“But you don’t know that,” Jason said, turning his head and
looking out the window. “That’s the problem.”
“No, I don’t know if they’re hurting him or not, but I don’t think
they are. Do you think they’re hurting him?”
“No,” Jason said. “If they are, it’s not life-threatening. Guy knows
how to keep his head in place. He’s not that stupid.”
Jonas gave a small nod and sighed.
“You hungry?”
“Why?” Jason asked.
“Because there’s a fast food place up here, and I’m stopping.”
*
Guy looked up just in time to see Dr. Preston coming through the
door. He had a syringe in his hand, the cap already off the needle.
“Blood,” the man said without any emotion.
Guy sighed and offered his arm, grimacing as the man buried the
needle in his flesh.
“Why do you need so much?” Guy asked, looking up at the man.
“It’s making me sick.”
When the needle came out, the doctor backhanded Guy. Blood
ran from Guy’s nose and down to his lips, where he could taste the salty
tang of it.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Guy said, keeping his head bowed. “It’s making
me sick.”
Guy was slapped again, but this time only with the hand.
Normally, the doctor backhanded him roughly, but this time it was only
a stinging slap.
“I’ll take as much blood as I want, you hear me?” the doctor
asked.
Guy gave a weak nod, but the doctor grabbed his chin and forced
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his nose.
“Use a towel, you fucking animal,” the man said, turning and
walking toward the door. “You may be useful for something in your
blood, but past that you’re dirt.”
“Sir,” he said, standing. “My boyfriend…”
The doctor pulled something out of his pocket and pointed it at
Guy, and after that all Guy felt was a jabbing shock in his abs. He cried
out and fell to his knees.
Taser, Guy thought, fresh tears coming to his eyes. It hurts so
bad.
“If you keep asking questions, you won’t ever see your boyfriend
again,” the man said. “I’ll kill you.”
“Kill me and you won’t get anything out of me,” Guy said,
standing.
Guy dipped into his vampire powers and chilled the air around
him. He concentrated as hard as he could, but he only managed to chill
the room only slightly before he fell to his knees.
“You won’t be able to get out of here that easily,” the doctor said,
falling to a knee and grabbing Guy’s chin again, forcing Guy to look up
at him. “Try any tricks and I’ll start cutting you, and they won’t be little
cuts either. They’ll be deep.”
“Y-Yes sir,” Guy gasped. “I understand.”
Smiling, the doctor gave him a pat on the shoulder before leaving
the room.
All Guy could do was run into the bathroom and vomit, his
bloody hands desperately holding the sides of the toilet.
Jason, he thought. I love you. Please, don’t leave me here.
*
The two of them sat in the car eating hamburgers and French
fries. Jason kept looking up and out the windows, making sure that no
one was taking interest in Jonas’ black car, the one that was just sitting
there. The car--with it’s European mafia-style--was a sore thumb.
“What’s wrong?” Jonas asked through a mouthful of hamburger.
“I’m nervous,” Jason said, taking a bite out of his fry.
“How come?”
“Your car is a sore thumb.”
“You want me to get out of here?”
Jason gave a small nod, sighing and looking over at Jonas.
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“Oh. That’s right. Sorry.”

Jonas immediately started the car up and drove the short
distance out of the small rest stop. When they were a good ten minutes
away, Jonas pulled over on the side of the road and picked his food back
up.
“Thanks,” Jason said. “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Jonas smiled. “You know, you have your head in
order, that’s always good.”
“I have to have my order,” Jason sighed, crumbling the
hamburger wrapper and stuffing it inside the bag, along with the empty
carton that the fries had been in. “I’m on the run from the law. I’m
surprised that I haven’t broken down and cried yet.”
“You’re a strong guy,” Jonas said as he stuffed the carton and
plastic into the bag, pulling off the side of the road and continuing down
their path. “I don’t think I’d be as strong as you if I were in your
situation.”
“You would be,” Jason smiled. “You would be.”

Two days later, Jonas pulled into the parking lot of a building
that resembled a prison.
“Is this a prison?” Jason asked as he got out of the car, hugging
Jonas’ jacket close to his body.
“Yeah,” Jonas said with a laugh. “An abandoned one, anyway.”
“How many of us are here?”
“A hundred or so. I don’t know the exact amount, but… Well,
yeah. This is our place.”
Jason nodded and looked up at the prison as he followed Jonas
up to the back doors. The bars on the windows creeped him out because
it reminded him of what Guy was probably going through.
Please, be safe, Jason thought, feeling a tear slide down his
cheek.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” Jason said, looking up at Jonas. “I’m fine.”
Jonas gave him a sad frown, but reached out and patted his
shoulder.
“We’ll get him back,” Jonas said. “If the humans took him…”
“They did,” Jason said. “They looked like scientists.”
“Well, ok, let me rephrase that. We will get your boyfriend back.”
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“Tyler!” Jonas cried as the man came up and wrapped his arms
around Jonas. “God, I’m so glad to see you.”
“Good to see you too, babe,” Tyler said, kissing Jonas. “Who’s
this?”
“This is the guy who was calling to me. His name’s Jason.”
Jason smiled and shook Tyler’s hand. Jason took in Tyler’s
strong features, much like Jonas’, and the clean-shaven face that the
man had. He had to be older than Jonas, and was probably somewhere
around twenty, if not older than that.
“Where were you?” Tyler asked Jason.
“In Arizona,” Jonas said, eliminating the need for Jason to talk.
“He said that his boyfriend’s father hid them in the mountains, from the
humans.”
“Oh,” Tyler said. “So you’re the guy the news has been talking
about?”
“Yeah,” Jason said. “And now the human scientists kidnapped
Guy.”
Tyler grimaced.
“Why don’t we go inside?” Jonas suggested, bringing Jason’s
mind out of the fog of doubt that it was in.
Jason nodded and followed Jonas and Tyler into the haven, all
the while starting to feel worse and worse about his situation. When
Tyler wrapped his arm around Jonas’ shoulders, another tear slid down
Jason’s cheek. When Jonas looked over his shoulder and at Jason, he
whispered something to Tyler, which made Tyler draw his arm away.
“Well, here we are,” Tyler said as he stopped at a door.
Tyler opened the door, and Jonas walked in. Jason waited for
Tyler to walk in, but when the man just stood there, he walked up and
gave him a small smile. Tyler smiled in return and gestured him inside.
“Wow,” Jason said as he looked at the room. “I didn’t think it was
this nice.”
The room that would have normally been a small security room
was decorated in nice, rich brown colors. Pictures had been put up and a
small window brought light into the room. The large bed against the
wall was positioned right under the wall, and at the foot of it was a
loveseat, which faced a large television set.
“Thanks,” Tyler said with a small smile. “I tried to make it look
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“The TV runs off a generator. It’s just a DVD player, but it’s
better than nothing.”
Jason nodded, slipping out of the jacket and handing it to Jonas.
“Thanks for the jacket,” Jason said with a smile. “I appreciate it.”
“You mean you were out in the cold without a shirt?” Tyler asked,
sitting down on the loveseat. “I mean, we’re vampires and all, but day-
um You’re one tough cookie, especially since Jonas got out of bed at
three in the morning to go get you. And you were in Arizona, or
somewhere around there?”
Jason nodded and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
“Yeah,” Jason said with a short laugh. “I was running from them
after Guy told me to run and fell off a drop. Then I had in a drainage
pipe until Jonas got there.”
“Day-um.”
Jason gave a small smile, and after that a short laugh escaped
out of his chest. It made him feel better, knowing that he had others
with him.
“So,” Jonas asked as he sat on the loveseat with Tyler, snuggling
in close to his boyfriend. “How are you going to get Guy back?”
Jason looked up at the two of them and sighed, feeling tears slide
down his cheeks.
“I don’t even know where he is,” Jason said.
“Then do what you did to get me out there,” Jonas said.
“Do what?”
“Reach out to him with your mind. Maybe he’ll be able to tell you
where he is.”
Jason sighed and shook his head.
“He wasn’t able to teach me anything past disappearing in the
snow and cold,” Jason said. “I couldn’t contact him.”
“You contacted me,” Jonas said.
“Yes, but I didn’t try to do that. I just wanted someone to come
find me.”
“Well,” Tyler said, speaking up for the first time in a few good
minutes. “Then want to be able to talk to your boyfriend.”
Jason gave a small nod and sighed, closing his eyes and
beginning his first attempt to try and contact Guy.
Guy… I love you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come get you.
*
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had just been backhanded, but now he had been beat. Fresh blood was
still wet on his chest, and one of his eyes was almost swelled shut. His
kidneys were on fire and he could barely move without crying out in
pain.
Guy was in the fetal position, waiting to see if the doctor would
beat him anymore.
Guy… I love you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come get you.
“Jason?” Guy asked.
Another kick was sent into his side, which caused him to vomit
blood.
“Your boyfriend won’t get you out of this,” the doctor, peering into
his face. “Now, tell me that I’m the master and that you’ll do anything
for me.”
“I won’t,” Guy said, blood stinging his split lips.
Water, Guy thought, trying to reach out to Jason. Please, Jay.
Water.
The doctor kicked him in the groin one last time before leaving
the room, and only when the frost-bearded man left the room did Guy
cry.
*
“WATER!” Jason screamed as he opened his eyes, jumping to his
feet. “Water! Where’s water?”
“Woah, woah!” Tyler said, jumping to his feet. “Holy shit, Jason.
You scared the hell out of me!”
“He’s by the water!” Jason said, grabbing Tyler’s collar and
shaking him. “Where’s the water?”
“What water?” Tyler asked. “What water?”
“Jason, let go of my boyfriend,” Jonas said. “Water… Tyler, that
lake near here? What’s the name of it?”
“You mean Conchas lake?” Tyler asked, frowning. “That’s not
anywhere near here, Jonas; it’s a three-day drive.”
“He’s there!” Jason screamed. “We’ve gotta go get him!”
“We will,” Tyler said, grabbing Jason’s hands and prying them
away from his shirt. “We’ll go tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Jason asked, new fresh tears flooding his eyes. “He
was hurt, guys.”
“Hurt?” Jonas asked.
“We were wrong, Jonas! They are beating him!”
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“We’ve got to go get him, Tyler. We need to leave today,” Jonas

said.
“You’re going with him?” Tyler asked.
“I’ve got to. He can’t go in there, guns a’blazin’ by himself.” Jonas
said with a grin.
“Wait a minute. Who the hell said that you were going, much less
with guns?” Tyler asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I’ll go alone,” Jason said, standing. “I can save him by myself.”
“You seriously think you could go into a place where there’s
armed guards and save your boyfriend?” Tyler asked, crossing his arms
over his chest. “They’ll kill you.”
“I’d die for my boyfriend,” Jason said, turning his head, not even
bothering to wipe his tears away. “I’d fucking die for him.”
Tyler watched Jason for a moment and sighed. Tyler’s arm
snaked around Jonas’ waist, and Tyler looking into Jonas’ eyes for a
short moment before nodding.
“I know how you feel,” Tyler said. “Because I’d die for my
boyfriend too.”
“We’ll get the guns from the guys,” Jonas said. “They’ll know
what we have to do.”
*
I’m coming to get you, Guy.
Alone?
No, I’m not coming alone.
Who’s coming with you?
Others, Guy.
Others?
Ice vampires, Guy. I’m coming to get you out of there.
That brief and stressful communication with his boyfriend
almost made Guy pass out. He had lost so much blood--both from the
beatings and from it being drawn out of him--that he had been on the
verge of passing out after Jason had contacted him.
Guy sighed, thankful that the lab was now quiet. The scientists
had gone to their own rooms for the time being, until six o’clock in the
morning, as he had been judging Dr. Preston’s visits by.
Bastard, he thought, now knowing better than to speak out loud,
because the camera would catch his voice. I swear I’ll kill him once I get
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sink, he couldn’t shower. He hated that. He had been here for a good
four or five days and the doctor still hadn’t given him a chance to
shower. He didn’t dare ask the man because he remembered that the
mere mention of his boyfriend’s name had put the doctor into a furious
rage.
He attempted to stand and cried out, deciding that it was better
to lean against the wall instead of trying to stand and get to the bed.
The bastard would probably hurt me for getting the sheets
bloody, he thought, looking down at the dried puddle of blood below him.
The least I could do is get out of this puddle of blood.
He cried out in pain as he began shifting himself across the floor,
but he was soon leaning against the wall just under the large glass
window that covered the north section of the wall. He closed his eyes
and laid his head on his arms, sighing, fresh tears coming to his eyes.
Jason will come soon, he thought. He’ll come and get me out of
this hell.
*
They were kept from going that night due to complications with
getting the guns. Jonas had gone down and talked to the headman and
explained their problem, but they had to check out with the leader’s
permission before they could leave.
The man said that he would get an answer to them by tomorrow
morning.
Jason sat in the corner, just getting over another bout of crying.
He hated this. He didn’t want it to be like this, not at all.
They’re going to kill him before we get there, Jason thought,
wiping his tears away. They’ll kill him and put his body on display for
the whole world to see.
“You ok, Jason?”
Jason looked up just in time to see Tyler squatting down beside
him. The man’s shirt was off and he was down to his underwear, ready
for bed.
“No,” Jason said. “I’m not.”
“Let’s go to bed,” Tyler said, offering him a hand. “We’ll get
something worked out in the morning. If the man doesn’t get back to us
by dawn tomorrow morning, I’ll force him to give us the guns.”
“You couldn’t do that,” Jason said as he stood, walking to the love
seat and laying down on it. “I’m not that stupid.”
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Although Guy felt like passing out, he didn’t. The man had come into
the room shortly after he had situated himself against the wall under
the glass. Thankfully, Dr. Preston hadn’t beat him.
The doctor held a cell phone in his hand.
“I’m going to make a call,” the doctor said, openening the cell
phone, looking up from the numbers and at Guy. “I’ve found out who
your boyfriend’s with, and I have the guy’s number.”
Guy nodded, although he kept his eyes downcast. He had learned
soon after the beatings started that avoiding the man’s eyes was a good
thing, unless--of course--the man’s words were directed toward him. Dr.
Preston’s words hadn’t been directly directed toward him, so he kept his
eyes down.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” the doctor asked as he
pressed the cell phone to his ear.
“What do I say, sir?” Guy asked, raising his head. “I don’t know
what you want me to say.”
“Do you want to talk to him?”
Guy stared at the doctor for a moment, trying to decide what he
wanted to do. Of course he wanted to talk to Jason; his mind screamed
and his body ached to hear his boyfriend’s voice. The doctor’s words
could be misleading though, so he waited for a moment, watching the
man’s eyes to see if they would reveal any kind of key emotion.
Finally, Guy spoke.
“Yes, sir. I do want to talk to him.”
The man smiled.
“Good, because someone just picked up the phone.”
*
When the phone rang, Jason didn’t know what to expect. Jonas
crawled out of the bed and walked over to where Tyler’s phone was.
Jonas bent down, flipped it open, pressed it to his ear and said hello
before looking at Jason.
“It’s for you,” Jonas said, handing the phone to Jason.
Jason took in a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes
before placing the phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
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“Hello, Mr. Scar. Do you know who I am?”

Jason frowned and his brow parted in thought.
“No, sir, I don’t,” Jason said.
“You have right to know who I am, Mr. Scar, because I’m the one
who has your boyfriend.”
The short cry that escaped Jason’s chest obviously pleased the
unknown man on the other end of the phone, as a chuckle escaped him.
“Oh, I figured I would get that kind of response out of you, Mr.
Scar.”
“Please, don’t hurt him,” Jason begged, fresh tears flowing down
his face. “Please sir, God bless you, don’t hurt him.”
“He’s been fighting me, Mr. Scar. He’s a bit roughed up.”
Jason choked out a sob and wiped more tears from his face.
“Why did you want to talk to me, sir?”
“I want you to come down to the base, Jason. I want to
experiment on you as well.”
Jason’s muscles tightened at the man’s words, and for a moment
he almost lost grip of the phone. Then--almost suddenly--every single
muscle in his body relaxed and he got control of himself.
“Will you let him go if I come?” Jason asked.
“Why should I let him go of you come?” the man asked. “What do
you have that’s so special?”
Jason frowned. How was he supposed to answer such a question?
Would he reveal something to the man that he had been keeping away
from everyone since his transformation, even Guy?
“I don’t know how to tell you this, sir.”
“Then explain it to me, Mr. Scar. Explain it to me.”
Jason sighed and looked over his shoulder at Jonas and Tyler,
who were standing there watching him with concerned eyes.
“My heart hasn’t beat a single time since the ceremony.”
The disturbed silence that came from the other end of the phone
startled Jason, but he kept his cool. He had told the truth, and it was
something that he wouldn’t lie about. Ever since Guy had kissed him
and nearly killed him in the bonding ceremony back at Guy’s home
haven, his heart hadn’t beat once, as far as he could tell. He was still a
living, breathing person, but his heart had not beat once.
“I don’t know what this means,” the man said. “But I will release
your lover on the condition that you allow me to experiment on you.”
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tubes down my throat, put me in a drug-induced state and view my

heart whatever way you want. But if you open me up, I swear I will
know it, even if you put me in a coma to do it.”
The man’s laughs startled him, but Jason kept calm, even
though every bit of his body was on fire. He was afraid that whatever ice
was inside him would melt, turning him into a puddle of bloody water
on the floor.
“You have a deal, Mr. Scar,” the man said. “By the way, your
boyfriend has asked to speak with you. Would you afford him this
luxury?”
“Yes!” Jason cried. “Yes!”
“First I want you to tell me where you are, Mr. Scar. I want to
know exactly where you are.”
Jason looked up at Tyler and Jonas and frowned. Fear was
racing through him like some drug that an addict took. It was acid, acid
that was burning at his very core of emotions. Would he reveal where he
was to this man and risk the other vampires just to be able to see Guy?
“I can’t reveal where I am, sir,” Jason said. “But I will meet you
at the wood near where I am. You do know where I am, right, sir?”
“Yes, Jason. I know where you are, I just don’t know where you
are exactly. I’m giving the boyfriend the phone. You have five minutes.”
And those five minutes Jason would cherish.
*
When the doctor handed Guy the phone, Guy pressed it to his
ear and choked out a word that he had wanted to say in a true loving
meaning for what seemed like eternity.
“Jason?”
“Guy,” Jason said. “I love you. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Guy lied, looking back over at the doctor. “Are you
really coming here, Jason?”
“Yes, Guy. They’ll let you go if I come.”
“But what about you? What will they do to you?”
Jason sighed from the other end of the phone.
“I don’t know what they’ll do to me, Guy. But remember
something, Guy. What goes down will always go up.”
Guy nodded and looked back over at the doctor, thankful that he
and Jason’s relationship was deeper than anything a madman could do
to him.
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“I love you too Guy,” Jason said. “So much.”

“Bye,” Guy choked out.
“Bye.”
When the phone went dead, Guy sighed and attempted to stand,
but the doctor quickly pushed him into a sitting position. He cried out
but kept his cool, reaching out to give the man the cell phone.
“Your boyfriend doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into,” Dr.
Preston said. “He doesn’t have a goddamn motherfucking clue.”
“He won’t let you control him,” Guy said. “He’s stronger than I
could ever be.”
The blur of the man’s hand slammed into Guy’s cheek, spelling
more blood from a nose that was already broken.
“You better shut the fuck up, boy,” the doctor said. “I don’t care
how smart you think your boyfriend is, or vice versa; I’m going to expose
the vampires for what they are and proclaim them as a global health
hazard.”
“You’re a fool,” Guy choked out, laughing. “No one will ever
believe you.”
The second punch split his lip open again, and although the pain
was immense, Guy kept his cool, laughing.
“You are in for a beating,” the doctor said, pulling something
from his pocket. “I said I would hurt you worse if you defied me.”
The sound of a stiletto switchblade being released from it’s inner
prison rang loud in his ears, and when the doctor started to make the
small cuts on his arms, he cried out, unable to defy the man for fear that
he would loose his life.
*
Jason stood near the tree line of the woods, not too far away from
the prison that the vampires were using as a home. He was waiting for
the helicopter to come and get him.
A helicopter was what he had said in this morning’s phone call,
Jason thought, sighing. A helicopter is a helicopter. What else am I
supposed to expect?
He pushed his hands into his pockets just as he saw the dark
object come from the sky. He shielded his eyes with his arm before the
helicopter landed nearby. A man stepped out of the helicopter and
approached him.
“Mr. Scar,” the frost-bearded man said, offering his hand. “My
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we’re going to.”

“I’m not going by formalities, sir,” Jason said, shaking the man’s
head just to be polite, and even then the man didn’t deserve his
politeness. “I just want you to do what you need to do and let me and
Guy go.”
Dr. Sean Preston smiled and gestured him along. Jason followed
the man and stepped up and into the helicopter, where he strapped
himself in and held onto a handhold.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Mr. Scar.”
“I’m not nervous,” Jason said. “I’m angry.”
“With who?”
“With you.”
The doctor only laughed.
“Angry with me, Mr. Scar? Your kind might hold the secret to
eternal life.”
“We’re cursed, you know?”
“Oh, I know you are cursed. All power comes with some form of
curse, Mr. Scar. My curse is violence.”
Jason’s muscles tensed up, and they did so visibly at that. His
grip on the handhold tightened, causing his knuckles to turn a light
shade of red.
“Are you nervous, Mr. Scar?”
“Yes, sir. I’m afraid you might try something to break the deal we
made.”
“I won’t break the deal we made, Mr. Scar. Once we run a few
tests on you and get seminal fluid from both you and Mr. Winters,
everything will be fine.”
“Our come?” Jason asked, flushing. “Sperm, sir.”
“Yes, Jason. Your sperm. It‘s you and Mr. Winter‘s semen we‘re
more interested in though.”
“Why?”
“Mr. Winters has told me that feeding off of a human with vicious
desire and ejaculating into the body during lovemaking is what turns
you into a vampire. Is this true?”
“Yes, sir. It’s how he turned me into a vampire.”
Jason turned just in time to see Sean Preston smile.
“Good. The more information we have, the quicker this will go
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When they landed, Sean Preston quickly lead Jason through the
building and to a large observation area. Here, a small bed was leaning
against the wall, the only thing in the room. Jason couldn’t see any sign
of Guy, if this was where he was.
“Is he here?” Jason asked.
“Yes,” Sean Preston said, pushing a button to open the electronic
door. “Go in.”
“I don’t care if you lock me in there,” Jason said as he walked
toward the door. “But I won’t give you what you want if you try anything
with me.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Sean Preston said with a small smile. “I won’t
do anything.”
Jason watched the man for a short moment, trying to decide on
what to do. Guy was right through that door, why shouldn’t he just walk
in and see his boyfriend? Who cared if he got locked in there? It would
only break the deal they had, and he could always contact Jason and
Tyler if it was needed.
Shaking his head, Jason walked into the building and turned in
a complete circle until he found Guy.
Jason cried out as he saw his boyfriend.
“Jason,” Guy said with a weak smile. “You’re all right.”
Jason ran to Guy’s side and looked at his wounds. Guy’s nose
looked like it was broken, his lips were split and he had cuts all over his
body. Tears came down Jason’s face as he leaned forward and kissed
Guy’s cheek.
“I told you he wasn’t cooperating with me.”
“You bastard,” Jason growled. “You were torturing him to get
what you wanted!”
“I warned him that I would resort to torture if he didn’t tell me
what I wanted,” Sean Preston said, a grim smile passing over his face.
“Didn’t I, Mr. Winters?”
When Guy didn’t answer, Sean smirked and tossed a few towels
and rags on the bed.
“Now that you’re here, one of the two of you will give me the
information I need. The bed’s big enough for the both of you. We’ll draw
the curtains over the window from now on. There’s no need for us to see
passion burn between the two of you.”
“You’re not getting on my good sick, you sick fuck,” Jason said.
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“He said you were the stronger one,” Sean said as he walked out
the door, closing it behind him. Then, after pushing a button outside,
Sean continued. “Besides, it seems as though you’re either the stronger
one or I’ve broken Mr. Winters down to a most pathetic state.”
Jason screamed and lunged at the glass, slamming his fist right
where Sean Preston’s face was. The man didn’t even flinch. Sean
Preston only laughed.
“It’s shatterproof, boy.”
“I’m no boy!” Jason roared. “I’m a man! I’m twenty!”
“You and Mr. Winters have agreed upon your age difference?”
“Screw off!” Jason roared. “I don’t care if he’s six years older than
me!”
“He may be older than that,” Sean Preston said with another
smirk. “You’re immortal.”
The curtain closed with a push of the button. Jason felt heat
rush into his cheeks, but it quickly faded when Guy laughed.
“What is it, baby?” Jason asked as he fell to a knee, touching
Guy’s sweaty face, running a hand through his sweaty, strawberry,
blood-tipped blonde hair. “He hurt you bad, didn’t he?”
“My hair’s covered in blood, isn’t it?”
“No,” Jason lied, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his
jeans, leaving a dark smear. “It isn’t.”
“You don’t need to lie to me,” Guy said with another weak laugh.
“I know it is. Don’t listen to him, Jason. He’s trying to make you think
that I’m a liar so we’ll turn against each other.”
“I know you’re not a liar, Guy.”
“Stay strong, Jason. Do it for me, at least.”
Jason nodded and sighed, stripping out of the shirt Tyler had
given him and grabbing the towels, walking into the bathroom and
wetting one with warm water before walking back out, bending down
beside Guy.
“I’m going to get as much of this as I can off of you,” Jason
warned, touching Guy’s face. “It might hurt a little.”
“Nothing you could do would hurt as bad as what that bastard
can do,” Guy said. “He cut me with a knife, kicked my kidneys, shot me
with a Taser. A little cold water won’t hurt me, Jason.”
Jason nodded and sighed, beginning to run the towel over Guy’s
chest.
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passed on a small bit of comfort by gently kissing Guy’s bloody, split lips.

That night, Jason helped Guy into the bed and slept with his
boyfriend for the first time in days. His arms were wrapped around Guy,
his hands resting on Guy’s chest, right below his pectoral muscles. He
felt the nipple ring against his finger and slid his hand down, not
wanting to disturb Guy.
He could’ve died if I would’ve been a few days later, Jason
thought, feelings tears run down his face. He could’ve died.
“Jason?”
Jason jumped in surprise, but withdrew his arms from Guy’s
chest, standing and walking to the opposite side of the bed, crawling
into bed with Guy.
“You didn’t have to move.”
“It hurts for you to roll over,” Jason said. “I can move. I just want
to make you comfortable, Guy.”
“I couldn’t have anybody better than you, Jason,” Guy said. “I
love you.”
“I love you too, Guy,” Jason said. “What did he say about…”
Guy shook his head, pressing a finger to his lips.
It’s best not to talk about it, Guy said, his voice coming clear
through Jason’s head. See that camera in the corner? The man said
there’s a machine gun or something on it. He said that he can hear what
we’re saying too.
Jason looked over his shoulder at the camera, sighing as he saw
it gleam in the darkness.
All right, Jason said, softly kissing Guy. I love you. Go to sleep.
Guy nodded and smiled, closing his eyes before falling asleep.
Jason snuggled in close to his boyfriend’s back and breathed in his
scent, thankful that Guy was still alive. He breathed in his boyfriend’s
sweat, his musk, his blood, and he shivered, knowing how close he was
to loosing him.
“I love you,” Jason whispered, right before falling asleep.

“All right, Mr. Scar,” a male scientist said as he walked into the
room. “Doctor Preston wants seminal fluids from the both of you.”
Jason turned to look at Guy, who was still sleeping. Jason looked
at the man and sighed, his eyes returning to the small cup. That was
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and then come into that small jar.

“He’s sleeping,” Jason said. “And hurt.”
“Doctor Preston wants seminal fluids from the both of you,” the
man repeated, setting the two small vials on the nightstand. “You have
twenty minutes before I come back for them.”
The doctor left the room without taking a look back at them.
Jason looked at one of the cups and sighed, turning and shaking
Guy’s shoulder.
“They want it,” Jason said. “Our come.”
“Hmm?” Guy asked, rolling over, grimacing before opening his
eyes. “I thought you would get us out of that?”
“That was part of the deal,” Jason said. “The doctor said you said
something about our come.”
“I told him it turned us into vampires,” Guy said. “That’s it.”
“I don’t want any of them to see us,” Jason said. “So I’m going in
the bathroom.”
“There’s a camera in there too.”
Jason sighed and handed Guy his vial, stood and began walking
to the bathroom, stopping before turning around.
“You sure you don’t want me to help you?”
Jason hadn’t asked the question because he was aroused or
wanted to suck Guy off. He wanted to make sure that Guy was all right.
He knew his boyfriend was hurt--Guy could’ve been dead had he not got
here--and he just wanted to help.
“I’m not letting you reduce yourself to that, especially not while
we’re here,” Guy said, sitting up, his hand going to the front of his jeans.
“Besides, you probably couldn’t get me hard anyway.”
“How come?”
“Well, for one, I’m scared shitless,” Guy said. “And for two, it
would disturb the hell out of me. I’m not going to let you suck my cock
like some porn star, Jason.”
“You’d be the porn star, Guy,” Jason smiled. “You’re bigger, you’ve
got more muscle, and God’s gift to you, you’re blonde.”
“What does being blonde have to do with me being a porn star?”
Guy asked.
“I’m just throwing something out there.”
“Hey!” the man who had come in earlier. “Hurry up, you two!”
Jason’s smile instantly faded, and when he saw Guy’s smile fade,
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“I love you,” Jason whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” Guy said. “So much.”

Jason hadn’t done it for a while, but before he met Guy, the only
sexual relation he had had been with his hand. Now, as he leaned his
head back, he softly whimpered as he stroked his hardness. He
whimpered because he didn’t want to do it, but he also whimpered
because there was pleasure in it. He imagined it was Guy’s hand and
not his, that Guy was whispering encouraging, sexual things into his
ear. He imagined Guy saying, ‘God, baby’ and, ‘I love you so much,
Jason. So much.’
Jason came back to his senses just in time to readjust his cock.
He softly cried out as he came, but soon the bottle was full, his orgasm
still producing more come. He stood and set the small bottle on the
countertop, pulling his underwear up from around his ankles and
shoving his cock in before he pulled his pants up.
That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, Jason thought as he
buttoned his jeans in place, then buckling his belt. It could’ve been
worse. They could’ve been watching us.
God, Jason didn’t know what he would have done if the doctors
and scientists had been watching them. He wasn’t the kind of guy who
could willingly do something like masturbate in front of another man.
He was the kind of guy that didn’t get naked in front of other men
unless he had to. Not that he was shy--he didn’t have anything to be shy
about; he had a nice body and a fair-sized cock--but it was still
unnerving, watching someone’s eyes wander over you like they did when
you were naked, measuring your size, if you were muscular, if you were
fat; they always judged.
Jason shook his head and walked out of the room just in time to
see Guy pull a blanket up his naked waist as the man walked in.
“You two done?” the doctor asked, crossing his arms over his
chest.
“Yes,” Jason said, handing the doctor his bottle.
Guy also handed his vial to the man, but kept his eyes turned
down. The man only grunted a thanks before he left.
“You ok, Guy?” Jason asked, sitting on the bed beside his
boyfriend.
“Fine,” Guy said. “I just don’t like the idea of giving my seminal
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“How come?”
“Because they might be able to do something with it.”
“If they can cure a disease, that’s a good thing, Guy.”
“But what if they do something else with it, Jason? I don’t know
what they could do with it, but still.”
Jason shook his head and crawled up to Guy’s level, letting Guy
rest his head on his chest.
“Your heart isn’t beating.”
“It hasn’t been for a good while, Guy,” Jason said with a smile.
“Ever since the ceremony.”
“Then that means…” Guy trailed off.
“That means what, Guy?” Jason asked. “What does that mean?”
“It means that you’re a pure vampire, Jason. Pure vampires are
something that we rarely come across.”
“What does it mean to be a pure vampire, Guy?”
“Well, for one, your powers will be stronger,” Guy said.
“Guy, what are you…”
You need to get the others here, Guy said in his mind voice. And
soon.
Why, Guy?
Because, Jason; your powers might be able to get us out of here.
*
Jonas gasped as Tyler thrust into him one final time. Tyler had
just came and was now holding himself in place, waiting until his
orgasm was over until he fell in bed beside him.
“You ok?” Jonas asked, smiling, feeling his boyfriend’s sweaty
hands move from their place on his upper chest, right below his armpits.
“Yeah,” Tyler gasped, pulling out and falling in bed beside him. “I
am.”
Jonas nodded and snuggled in close to Tyler as he covered them
up. Jonas smiled and inhaled his boyfriend’s sweaty smell, kissing his
neck before resting his head on Tyler’s shoulder.
“You ok?” Tyler asked, wrapping an arm around Jonas.
“I’m fine,” Jonas said. “Why?”
“You seemed a bit distracted for these past two days.”
“Would it kill the romantic mood to say that I was worried about
Jason?”
Tyler shook his head and smiled, kissing the side of Jonas’ head.
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“I know, but… I shouldn’t be worried about him, Tyler. God,

you’re my boyfriend, the only thing I care about. Why should I worry
about a man I just picked up off the side of the road and brought here?”
“Because you were the one that received his message, Jonas.”
“What does that matter?”
“What matters is that you need to learn that things happen for a
reason,” Tyler said, readjusting his back, causing Jonas to sit up. “You
wouldn’t have got his message if you weren’t meant to pick him up.”
“Why do you always go on about this fate crap when something
happens?” Jonas asked. “You…”
“Are you going to listen to me or not?” Tyler asked in his stern,
almost commanding voice.
Jonas nodded and sighed, sinking back against his boyfriend as
Tyler wrapped his arms around him.
“Sorry,” Jonas said.
“You just have a bad habit of interrupting when you don’t need
to, baby,” Tyler said, leaning over Jonas’ shoulder and kissing his cheek.
“That’s all.”
“I know I have that problem. I’ve had that problem for a long
time.”
“Don’t think about your past, Jonas,” Tyler said. “He’s gone.”
“He’s my ghost, Tyler,” Jonas said, looking out at the lonely space
of room that had once been a security room before the building had been
abandoned. “Everybody has a ghost, Tyler.”
“I don’t have a ghost,” Tyler said, wrapping his arms around
Jonas.
“You’re stronger than I am though,” Jonas said. “Stronger than I
could ever be.”
“Don’t say that,” Tyler said. “You’re strong.”
“No, I’m not strong.”
“Yes, Jonas; you are.”
“No, I’m not. I mean, come on, Tyler. I was raped by my dad for
hell’s sake! How is that strong?”
“He was a big man, Jonas. You were just fifteen back then. You
were skinnier too.”
“He still raped me,” Jonas sighed, lying on the bed and closing
his eyes. “How bad is it when you can’t even fight your own father off.”
“He said he would kill you if you fought.”
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Tyler’s slap was hard and without emotion. Jonas grimaced and
turned his head away.
“You never hit me.”
“Unless you’re being stupid.”
“I’m not being stupid!” Jonas cried.
“Yes you are, baby,” Tyler said, drawing Jonas close. “You are
being stupid, because you know how much it would hurt me if you were
dead?”
Jonas nodded and cried into Tyler’s chest, glad that his boyfriend
was able to keep him in line so well. Tyler was everything; his boyfriend,
his love, his spirit, his mind, body and soul. His boyfriend was the only
thing that had kept him from killing himself, because if he had been
raped by his father and it had gone through all the way--with his father
coming inside of him--he would have killed himself.
Jonas, you need to get ready to come get us.
Jonas stopped crying and thought over Jason’s sudden message.
Why? Jonas asked.
Because we might need help getting out of here. Guy’s just told
me that I’m a pure vampire, and if that has anything to do with
whatever they’re trying to get out of us, they might keep us here.
All right, Jonas said. If you need us, just tell me. I’ll get to the
boss first thing in the morning.
Jonas sighed as the message ending, bringing his thoughts back
to the present.
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asked, frowning.
“Jason thinks something bad might be about to happen,” Jonas
said. “And we might need to go get him soon.”
*
“NO!” Jason scream. “You bastards! Let me go!”
The shock that went through Jason’s body stunned him, making
him cry out. When it was finally over, he yielded to the men who held
him in place, bowing his head.
“It wasn’t part of our deal,” Jason said, letting tears fall from his
face. “It wasn’t!”
“I never keep deals that don’t go in my favor,” Doctor Preston
said, tipping Jason’s chin up so he could look into his eyes. “Haven’t you
got a clue, boy?”
“I’ll get out of wherever you put me,” Jason said, glaring at the
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“You think you’re stronger than I am, boy,” Preston smiled. “You
only think that.”
Jason couldn’t fight anymore. He bowed his head and looked
down at the two marks on his abdomen. They bled freely into the
waistband of his jeans.
“Take him to Sector A, men,” Preston said. “I don’t want to take
any chances with this one.”
Jason sighed and let the men carry him off.
Be strong, Guy. Be strong.
*
Guy cried for what seemed like an hour before the doctor came
in, and even then he didn’t stop crying.
“I thought you were better than that,” Guy said. “I thought you
were, sir.”
“I could hurt you right now, Mr. Winters,” the doctor said, pulling
the switchblade out of his pocket. “I could cut you again.”
“Please, no, sir. Please, I beg you.”
“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t hurt you,” the man said,
releasing the blade. “Give me one good reason.”
Guy bowed his head and remained on the bed. He felt new tears
come to his eyes and let them fall.
“I can’t give you a reason, sir,” Guy said, tears falling onto his
bare chest. “Please, I ask you out of the goodness of your heart. Don’t
hurt me, sir.”
For several minutes Guy sat up, crying, hoping that he wouldn’t
feel the blade of the knife against his skin. It had hurt so bad before.
The doctor had made small, short cuts into his skin, but the most
painful ones were the deeper ones under his right arm, ones that would
turn into scars.
“You want me to spare you for a day?” the doctor ask. “You want
me to spare you from a day of pain, don’t you.”
“I want you to spare me, sir,” Guy said, looking into the man’s
eyes. “But if you’re going to hurt me tomorrow, don’t wait.”
The doctor watched him for a moment before drawing closer,
grabbing his wrist and holding his arm still as he made a quick cut
above the upper portion of his wrist.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Guy said, closing his eyes, crying. “Nothing you
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“It will never hurt,” Guy said, tears now flowing from his eyes. “I
won’t cry out, I won’t scream; I won’t do anything, because that only
shows weakness.”
The doctor only continued to dig the knife in deeper. Guy never
cried out. This obviously angered the man, and Guy knew this. He
would not give in to the doctor, not at all. He would not give in to the
torture that the man was afflicting him with, because to scream or cry
out would only show his weakness.
Finally, it happened. The knife hit his bone, and when the doctor
began to saw, he tasted blood in his lips. He swallowed and coughed,
extra blood coming from his mouth.
“You’re a stubborn bastard,” the man said, pulling the knife
away. “You won’t give me what I want, will you?”
“You want me to scream or cry out,” Guy said, wrapping the
sheet around his wrist, trying to stem the flow of blood. “You want me to
show weakness to you.”
The doctor smiled and was about to continue on with the torture
before a man walked in.
“Sir, the other patient had to be sedated.”
“Good,” Doctor Preston said. “Tend to his wrist. There was a
small… Accident, if you may.”
When the doctor left, the man who had taken Guy and Jason’s
semen walked up to Guy, bending down beside him.
“Please, tell him not to hurt me anymore,” Guy said, now crying
and sobbing. “He’s going to kill me if he keeps hurting me.”
When Guy pulled out his hand and showed the extent of the
doctor’s damage, the man nodded.
“Here,” the man said, grabbing a needle and some medical
thread. “I need to stitch this up. Would you like morphine?”
“Would you give me that luxury, sir?” Guy asked as he laid his
head on the pillow, looking at the name. “Please, tell me your name. I
want to know the man who shows me so much kindness.”
“It’s Adam Rice,” the man said with a smile. “My name is Adam
Rice.”
*
When Jason woke, he knew it was because Guy was now asleep
and well. He didn’t know what the doctor had done to his boyfriend, but
he knew that Guy had been tortured in some bizarre way. He started
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boyfriend and none on him.

Jonas and Tyler need to come out here, Jason thought, crying,
burying his head into the pillow. They need to come out here with guns.
They need to help me and Guy. They need to get us out of here.
Jason didn’t know how they would get in though. He didn’t know
how Jason and Tyler would break into the base and save them like two
wild men on a suicide mission. He knew for a fact that Jonas wasn’t like
that, even though his boyfriend Tyler could’ve easily been Tarzan if he
wore a fur loincloth.
Jonas, Jason thought, clawing at his sheets in desperation. You
and Tyler need to come get us. You need to bring others with you, too.
There’s too many men here for just the two of you to come.
Jason sighed and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
*
“Sir!” Jonas called as he pounded on the headman’s door. “I must
speak with you!”
“I said go away, boy!” the headman called out. “Wait until
morning.”
“Sir!” he screamed. “They’re going to die if we keep waiting until
the morning!”
The door opened to reveal a dark-skinned man. The man’s chest
was covered in sweat, and behind him a young man that didn’t seem any
older than Jonas himself lay, waiting for the headman to come back to
bed.
“What is it, boy?” the black man asked. “Can’t you see I was
busy?”
Jonas looked past the headman and at the young man, sighing.
“Yes sir.”
“What is it then? Make it quick.”
“Jason and Guy…”
“I said wait until morning. I…”
“Listen to my boyfriend, Deon.”
Jonas sighed as he heard his boyfriend’s voice, feeling Tyler’s
hand rest on his shoulder.
“What is it, Tyler?” Deon asked, his face contorting with
confusion.
“Jonas’ friend is in hell, that’s what.”
“His boyfriend too,” Jonas added. “Jason told me they were
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“And what do you expect me to do?” Deon asked, crossing his

arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. “I’m standing here in my
underwear talking to a boy who’s friends are in trouble. What am I
supposed to do? It’s after midnight for Christ’s sake.”
“We want you to wake the base up,” Tyler said. “We want you to
give us permission to go and save them.”
“Save them? For Christ’s sake, Tyler. They’re just two men.”
“They’re two men who are special,” Tyler said. “Guy sired Jason,
and made him a pure vampire.”
Deon stared at Jonas for a moment before frowning.
“What does that have anything to do with it?”
“Guy’s special, sir,” Jonas said with a sigh. “And they’re taking
blood and whatever else they can from them. What if they do something
with their blood? They’d expose us! They might be able to turn us into
weapons, and you know what would happen after that? They’d hunt us
down!”
Deon frowned and nodded, looking back in at the young man who
had been sharing his bed.
“All right,” Deon said. “I’ll wake them up in an hour. Is that all
right with you?”
Jonas gave a small nod, sighing as the door closed.
“Well, they’ll be out of there soon,” Jonas said, wrapping his
arms around Tyler. “Right?”
“Right,” Tyler said. “Right.”
*
Guy woke up to the pain in his wrist, and right then and there
Adam was at his side.
“You ok?” Adam asked.
“My wrist,” Guy said. “It hurts.”
“I’m sorry,” Adam said, placing a pill in his hand before grabbing
the glass of water. “Take this.”
“You don’t have to stay here with me,” Guy said.
“I know, but I want to make sure you’re all right.”
“You’re not like the other men and women,” Guy said. “You
actually have compassion.”
“It’s because no one deserves to be tortured like you were and
still are,” Adam said.
“Adam…” Guy trailed off, sighing. “You need to stay here with
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“Why?”
Because, Guy said, hoping that the man could hear him.
“What?” Adam asked, blinking, looking around.
Others are coming for us, Guy continued, satisfied that the man
could hear him. They’re going to save us. There might be a fight.
Adam stared at him for a moment before nodding.
“I will,” Adam said. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” Guy said as he popped the pill in his mouth,
accepting the glass of water Adam handed him. “I appreciate it.”
*
When Jason should’ve been waking up to the peaceful sound of
small birds chirping and cars passing by outside, he woke up to a cold,
dead silence. He opened his eyes, his situation immediately flooding
back to him.
You’re in a madman’s home, Jason thought, frowning. You
weren’t in Guy’s arms. That was only a dream.
Jason sighed and rolled over just in time to see the door to his
cell open.
It was Doctor Preston, holding a syringe.
“Blood,” the man said. “I want it.”
Jason sat up and offered the man his arm, grimacing as the
needle slid into his arm.
“Your blood is richer than Mr. Winters’,” the doctor said, looking
up at him. “You are aware of that?”
Don’t tell him anything! his mind screamed. The bastard doesn’t
deserve to know what you know.
“It is?” he asked. “I didn’t know.”
“Well,” the doctor said. “It is.”
When the needle slid out of his arms, he sighed as the man put a
cotton wad there, placing a band-aid over the cotton wad.
“Why aren’t you hurting me?” Jason asked.
“What?”
“Why aren’t you hurting me like you were hurting Guy?” Jason
asked again, narrowing his eyes on the doctor.
“You’re a better specimen. There’s no reason to damage you in
any way.”
“So you kidnap Guy and torture him to get to me, you
motherfucking bas…”
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floor, blood running from his nose.

“You want me to hurt you?” the doctor roared from above him.
“You want me to…”
Jason heard the door open, which he guessed caused the doctor
to stop screaming.
“Is something wrong, Dr. Preston?” a man asked.
The man’s voice was familiar. It was the voice of the man who
had taken Jason and Guy’s semen.
“No,” Preston said. “I was just about to get going.”
With that, Preston left the room, leaving Jason alone in the room
with the man.
“Are you all right?” the man asked, bending down beside Jason.
“Who are you?” Jason asked. “And what do you want?”
“I’m Adam,” the man said. “Guy’s friend.”
Jason sighed his relief and sat up, pinching his nose to keep the
blood from coming out.
“Do you know about, well, you know?”
Adam nodded, smiling.
“Guy wants to keep me safe,” Adam said. “Yeah, you get my
point.”
Jason nodded, nervously glancing up to the camera in the corner
of the room.
Yeah, I get what you mean, Jason thought. I get exactly what
you mean.
“Soon,” Jason said. “Soon, it will all end.”
Adam smiled.
“Good, because I’ve been wanting to get away from society from a
long time. One of you is going to sire me once we get away, one of you
vampires.”

The doctor didn’t come back to day, but Adam kept leaving and
coming but. Jason assumed that Adam was going back and forth
between his and Guy’s cells to keep an eye on both to them.
He’s protecting us, Jason thought, looking over at the trash can,
where a few bloody tissues lay on the top. He’s keeping us from getting
killed.
Jason hoped that Jonas would get here soon enough. He hoped
that the kid would be smart enough to bring more than just himself and
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around Tyler, Jason guessed that Jonas could be a little thick-headed

sometimes.
At least he’s getting help, Jason thought, sighing. I’m going to
owe the kid my ass once he gets here.
Jason knew Jonas would get it worked out. Tyler would help
Jonas, so Jason didn’t have anything to worry about.
Get here soon, Jonas, Jason thought, looking up as the door
opened, revealing Preston. I don’t know how much longer the doctor’s
going to wait to start hurting us again.
*
“Your wrist ok?”
“Yeah,” Guy said, opening his eyes, weakly smiling at Adam. “I’ve
been keeping it numb.”
“With your ice?”
“Yeah,” Guy said, softly laughing. “It doesn’t hurt that way.”
“You’re still letting blood get to it, right?”
“Yeah,” Guy said with another small smile. “That’s how wounds
heal.”
“You guys don’t heal your wounds?” Adam asked, setting his
hands on his knees and leaning forward in his seat. “I thought that’s
what vampires could do?”
“We can’t do that; only the blood drinkers can.”
“And how come you two managed to get wanted by the FBI and
all that?”
“A mistake,” Guy said. “It was Jason’s first time feeding. I
shouldn’t have joined in, but he needed guidance. To be a vampire like
we are, Adam, is… It’s sexual, extremely sexual. We need to be sexual in
order to survive. That’s why many of our kind are prostitutes or
strippers.”
“You feed off energy, don’t you?”
“Sex is one of the greatest kinds of energy,” Guy said. “It’s been
going on since the beginning of time. When you make love to someone, it
produces energy. I’m sure you already know that though.”
“Yeah,” Adam said, rubbing the back of his neck. “My wife…”
Adam stopped speaking as Guy gave him a solemn, concerned
look.
“What?” Adam asked. “What is it?”
“You’re seriously considering becoming a vampire, right?”
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“Your wife won’t be able to provide you with the nourishment you
need,” Guy said, sighing. “You know why the ice vampires are gay,
Adam? It’s because two men having sex is stronger. Testosterone is
strong with one man, but when you put two men together, it multiplies.”
“You’re saying it won’t work then?” Adam asked.
“Unless you wanted to be cheating on your wife with other
women, or maybe even another man, it wouldn’t work.”
“I…” Adam trailed off, turning his head away.
It was only obvious to Guy that Adam was deeply troubled by his
decision. Guy didn’t know the reason why Adam wanted to become a
vampire, but he could imagine the reasons. Maybe Adam desired eternal
life and youth. Maybe Adam desired that sexual prowess that all
vampires had. Maybe Adam just wanted to get away from the troubles of
the modern world.
“You died in the explosion,” Guy whispered.
“What?” Adam asked. “What are you saying?”
“The base will have to go,” Guy whispered, his eyes nervously
darting to the camera’s onyx eye. “We want to erase the evidence of
anything they are testing on. You really want to become a vampire,
Adam? I won’t ask your reasons, but I’ll do it. Jason will understand.
But in order to become a vampire you need to disappear. You died in the
base.”
“My wife…”
“You think your wife is cheating on you, don’t you?”
Adam’s face went blank. All expression washed from that slate
that had once been carved with a great design. Those tattoo-like lines of
that design were now covered with the sand that the ocean of life
brought in. Life was a big ocean; Earth was our water and we were the
fish, constantly swimming around. Some people were minnows, afraid of
the world; some people were fish, confident; but some fish--those more
dangerous fish--were sharks, and they were only out to get you.
“Y-Yes,” Adam finally said. “I know she is.”
“And you have no problem with taking a man as your partner?”
Guy asked, looking into Adam’s eyes.
“No,” Adam said, drawing closer to Guy. “I don’t.”
When Adam’s lips touched Guy’s, Guy didn’t do anything to drive
away. Guy kept the kiss for a short moment before pulling away, looking
into Adam’s eyes.
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to me. I want you to know right now that Jason is the man I love. It
might hurt for a while at the start, but I can’t return your emotions.”
Adam nodded, giving Guy a small, thankful smile.
“When do you think they’ll be here?” Adam asked.
“Jason will tell me,” Guy said. “Because I’m sure you already told
him about our plan.”
Adam nodded and smiled, standing, looking toward the glass
window.
“Nobody saw me,” Adam sighed. “Thank God.”
Guy nodded and smiled, thankful that nobody had seen him.
If somebody had seen Guy kissing Adam, Guy expected that he
would’ve been beaten, and much worse than he had been before.
*
They were in an armored truck by the next morning. Jonas sat
close to Tyler, thankful that his boyfriend was so close to him.
“It’s all right,” Tyler said, touching his shoulder. “Don’t be
nervous.”
“You sleep next to me when we stop, Tyler,” Jonas said,
interlacing his fingers with Tyler’s. “They’ll rape me if they get the
chance.”
“I’ll sleep next to you tonight,” Tyler said, kissing his cheek. “I
won’t let anyone hurt you, Jonas.”
Jonas nodded, sighing and tightening his grip on Tyler’s hand.
“I love you,” Jonas whispered to Tyler.
“I love you too,” Tyler whispered back.

That night, Tyler’s arms were wrapped around Jonas. Tyler had
since fallen asleep, but Jonas was still up. Unbeknownst to the men,
Jonas was watching them have sex. They had elected to sleep outside
instead of sleeping in the small, cramped truck, but a few of the men
had decided to give in to their sexual desires. Jonas watched men blow
and fuck other men, he listened to the slap of skin on skin; he watched
and listened to it all.
It made Jonas feel guilty. It made him feel like he and Tyler
should be a part of this, but Tyler was sleeping. Jonas wasn’t going to
wake him up just to have sex outside.
“Hey, kid!” one of the man called, the man tightening his grip on
another man’s hips as he thrusted in and out. “How about you come
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The laughs that came from the other men caused Jonas to roll
over, burying his head in his boyfriend’s chest.
“Don’t you think it would be nice to have a boy on his knees,
sucking our dicks, guys?”
The other men laughed, but Jonas ignored them. He was afraid
that if he did anything, he was going to get raped. That was his worse
fear; to be raped. His father had hurt Jonas when he had raped him,
and Jonas didn’t think that the second time around wouldn’t be any
better.
“Hey, kid, come over here and suck my…”
“Fuck off,” Tyler suddenly said.
The men went silent as Tyler spoke.
“Come on, Jonas,” Tyler said, standing, bending down only to
grab the sleeping bag. “We’re sleeping in the truck.”
The other men laughed at them as they walked back toward the
truck, but Jonas felt better. He felt better now that Tyler was taking
him to sleep in the truck.
“Thanks,” Jonas said as Tyler closed the back of the truck,
sliding the steel lock across the door. “Won’t Deon get mad at you if you
do that?”
“Deon knows about your fear of strange men,” Tyler said.
“But I know those guys.”
“And they’re so high on sex that they want you to suck them off?
Come on, Jonas; Deon’s smart enough to know that when a guy is horny,
he’ll rape another man to get off.”
Jonas nodded and sighed, laying down on the floor with Tyler,
snuggling in close as Tyler covered them up.
“Thank you,” Jonas said.
Tyler only smiled and wrapped his arms around Jonas.
*
Jason knew that Jonas would be here soon, preferably in the
next day or so. Jonas had contacted him early yesterday morning to say
that they were on their way with at least three dozen men.
That’s good, Jason thought as he sat on the bed, drawing the
sheets up around him. At least we’ll be rescued then.
But what would happen after that? What would happen to Jason
and Guy? Would they have to live at the prison haven with Jonas and
Tyler, or would they have to leave and find a new home?
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emotions under control. Look what one mistake did. It cost me

everything I was. It cost me my home, my normal life, my job.
Jason sighed. Although he had lost things, he had gained
something out of all of this. He had gained Guy’s love from it, and for
that he was thankful. He would run for Guy, he would. He didn’t care if
he had to stay in hiding for the rest of his life, as long as he had Guy
there with him.
In the end, that’s all that really matters, Jason thought, smiling.
As long as I have Guy, nothing else matters.
Jason smiled.
That had made this journey worth it, and all of it would be worth
it in the end. Jason would finally be able to live with Guy in peace. Even
if they did have to go into hiding, it didn’t matter; as long as Jason was
with Guy, he didn’t care if he had to hide for the rest of his life.
In the end, love was what had put all of these barriers up…
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It happened when Adam was in the room with Guy. Jason had mentally
called Guy, saying, This is it, Guy. They’re here. I gave them the word.
They’re going to come in and start shooting at everybody, no matter who
they are. Only the people in our rooms will be spared.
Guy hadn’t responded with any more than a yes. He looked over
at Adam and saw the man’s concern.
“They’re here,” Guy said. “Stay in the room, Adam.”
“Where am I supposed to…” the man began, but was cut off as
the lights began to dim.
“In the bathroom,” Guy whispered, the power flickering on and
off. “Hide in there, or else you won’t live to see the light of another day.”
*
When the lights went off, Jason stayed in the bed. At first, he
had figured that he might be able to get out of the room, but then he
realized that he would be cut down in a rain of bullets.
The windows are shatterproof, Jason thought, looking at the
windows. And they’re high.
Hopefully, the windows would be able to withstand the bullets
that would more than likely be hitting them. Jason was more than sure
that the windows were able to withstand bullets, be he didn’t want to
take any chances by standing up.
Stay in bed, Guy, Jason thought, reaching out to his boyfriend.
And tell Adam to get down. Sparks are going to start flying.
*
…Sparks are going to start flying.
Almost on cue, the roar of bullets started.
Guy ducked his head and made sure to keep low, thankful that
the bed was so low to the ground. If it had been any higher, he would
have rolled off of it and hid under the bed. He didn’t want to risk getting
hit by bullets.
“Adam!” Guy called. “Stay in there until I tell you to come out!”
Although Guy couldn’t hear the man, Adam called something
out. It was probably along the lines of, ‘All right!’ or, ‘Yeah!’, but Guy
wasn’t going to worry about it right now. All that he was worried about
was the Armageddon that was happening outside.
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The bullets that slammed into the windows forced guy to keep
his head down, but every so often he did look up. Guy looked up to see
the flashed of gunfire. This particular time, he saw the female scientist
fall against the window, where bullets slammed into her before she slid
down in a bloody mess.
She was all a part of this, Guy thought, trying to keep his guilty
conscience at bay. They all were. Everybody here was out to harm you
just to gain something, all except Adam.
Adam’s face flashed before Guy’s mind. He felt the man’s touch
on his arm, the breath of his face, Adam’s lips against his own. Guy
knew that Adam was a good man and wanted to please his wife, but in
the end Adam had gotten the bad end of the deal. His wife had cheated
on him, and now Adam wanted salvation through fake death and
becoming a vampire.
Jason, Guy thought, thinking of his boyfriend at that moment. If
anything happens… Just know that I love you, I love you so much.
*
Jason blinked as he heard Guy’s voice in his head.
Nothing’s going to happen, Jason thought back. Nothing’s…
Jason was cut off in mid sentence as a man stumbled through
the door. In pitch-black darkness, he remained frozen until gunfire lit up
the area.
It was Doctor Sean Preston standing in the doorway, a gun held
in his hand, the cyclopean eye pointed right at him.
“You can’t get away,” the doctor said, laughing that hyena’s laugh
he had when he was experiencing a little more than just his usual
insanity. “You’ll ruin it all!”
When the flash went off, Jason didn’t know what to expect. He
willed with all his might to stop the bullet, and in that moment, he did
believe he would stop the bullet. It was set in stone, carved in wood,
etched in blood; it was all of those things and more.
The bullet dropped to the ground, shattering in small teardrops
of ice.
“WHAT?” the doctor screamed. “HOW DID YOU…”
Jason jumped to his feet and knocked the gun out of the doctor’s
hand. When it hit the floor, another shot went off, coming dangerously
close to hitting Jason in the foot. He grimaced as he felt the bullet whiz
by, cutting a gash in the side of his ankle.
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Jason cried out as the man hit him in the side of the head, but it
was a short-lived pain. The man was old, not too old, but older than
Jason was, and the old were the weak. Jason shoved the man into the
wall and glared at him.
“Y-Y-Your eyes,” the man gasped. “Your eyes!”
Jason wasn’t aware of the fire in his eyes, but he did see the glow
that had came across the doctor’s face. Jason didn’t know how or why
his eyes were doing this, but he knew that he was accomplishing
something only a vampire like him could accomplish, something only a
pure vampire could accomplish.
“You hurt Guy,” Jason said, stepping toward the man, watching
as the almighty doctor sunk into the corner. “And you hurt me, but
worst of all, you hurt Guy.”
Jason stepped toward the man, now upon him. He reached down
and grabbed the man’s wrist. The doctor’s cries set him on fire. Jason
felt warmth like non other. He knew that he was draining this man,
feeding off of him through something other than his lips.
It’s not all sexual, Jason thought as the warmth continued to
seep his body. It’s raw power as well.
Before Jason, the doctor’s skin gradually paled until it was blue.
The room chilled, and soon the breath was coming out of their mouths in
that all-too-familiar white aura. The man tried to mouth something, but
ice was beginning to envelop over him. Soon, Doctor Preston couldn’t
move at all. Doctor Preston was turning into ice.
“Burn in the coldest hell, you bastard,” Jason whispered, malice
pouring from his lips like dark poison.
The doctor tried to say something, but those words were forever
lost as the man was engulfed in ice.
Before the light could fade, Jason picked up the gun and aimed it
at the ice sculpture of the man.
The shot bloomed like a beautiful, cold rose, and what had once
been a madmen bent upon finding fame through a forbidden creature
burst into drops of ice that didn’t deserve to shed their tears.
*
When Jonas saw the flash of the shot, he knew that it came from
Jason’s cell. Panic made him lunge at the door, but someone grabbed his
arms.
“Someone could be in there,” Tyler whispered. “Don’t go.”
“But Tyler, I…”

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“Get down!”
Jonas didn’t know who screamed to get down, but when Tyler
pushed him to the floor, he didn’t care. A flash of a machine gun being
fired sprayed through the night. He saw Tyler’s body jolt three times
before his boyfriend fell to the floor.
“NO!” Jonas screamed. “TYLER!”
One final shot silenced the man who had shot Tyler down.
*
“GUY!” Jason screamed as he ran out of the cell, seeing the other
men around him. “GUY!”
Jason pushed past the other men and ran across the large room,
toward Guy’s cell. He was oblivious to the men around him. He pushed
them out of the way, screaming his boyfriend’s name over and over as he
ran to Guy’s room.
Before Jason could get to the room, he stopped, a shadow
crossing over the room.
“Guy?” Jason asked, raising the gun. “Are you there?”
The shadow stopped and turned to face Jason.
“Jason?” Guy asked. “Are you there?”
Jason stared at Guy before dropping the gun. It fell to the floor,
empty, the last shot long gone. Jason ran to Guy and wrapped his arms
around him, crying, burying his head in his boyfriend’s neck.
“You’re alive!” Jason cried, looking into Guy’s face. “You’re alive.”
Guy gave Jason a weary smile and hugged Jason the hardest he
ever had, despite the pain that was running through his body.
“Yes,” Guy said. “I am.”
*
Jonas sat at Tyler’s side, sobbing. His boyfriend was dead, Tyler
was dead. Tyler, who had saved him from his abusive father, who had
taken him away, who had been his first.
“Tyler,” Jonas said, tears running from his eyes. “I love you so
much.”
Jonas held Tyler’s hand the hardest he ever had, sobbing. He
screamed as loud as he could, tears pouring down his face like hot acid.
“Jonas?”
The most beautiful thing spread through Jonas as he heard
Tyler’s voice. Jonas looked down at Tyler and smiled, sobbing, watching
as Tyler parted his vest to reveal bulletproof armor.
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Jonas continued to cry as he buried his head in Tyler’s chest.

*
“Guy,” Jason whispered as they stood there, holding each other
in their lover’s embrace. “We did it.”
“Yes, Jason,” Guy whispered. “We did.”
Jason held Guy, and at that moment, he didn’t care as Jonas
called to him. Jason’s hands remained around Guy. His eyes were closed
and his mind was finally at peace, despite the fact of the hell that he
had just went through.
They had made it…
And now that it was the end, it was all that mattered.

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In the end, they did destroy that base. They had set fire to the control
room, and as they drove off, they saw the explosion. By the time anyone
would have seen it, they would’ve been gone, far away from where they
were.
Jason and Guy were in the same bed. They showed each other
their love through kisses and touches, their hands exploring each other
like virgin lovers that had never experienced mature love. When it
ended, they held each other in bed. Guy’s body was covered in scars,
especially the one on the top of his wrist, which was only a reminder of
what had happened.
They laid in bed for a few moments before Jason finally spoke.
“What did I do back there, Guy?” Jason asked, looking at his
boyfriend. “How did I freeze him?”
“I can’t answer that, Jason,” Guy said. “I don’t know how you did
it. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was fear, or maybe it was love that
made you do it.”
Jason nodded and accepted that answer. He smiled, kissing Guy
and closing his eyes, laying his head on Guy’s chest.
Guy had told Jason something shortly after they had left the
base, right after Jason had mentioned him freezing the doctor. Guy had
looked at him, had stared into his eyes and had smiled. He had
muttered five single words, and now, as Jason thought back on those
words, he knew that those would be the words he would remember until
the end of time, whenever that came.
He would remember those five words.
Your Touch is of Ice.
 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kody Boye broke into the horror scene in

May 2007 with his short story [A] Prom
Queen's Revenge. He has gone on to
author stories such as Notice Me, Love
Bites, Happy Ending, and Mauldgen. To
learn more, visit him online at
www.kodyboye.itrello.com.

Picture © Kody Boye November '08.