Page 22 of The Psychic and the Vampire

Getting to Tony hadn’t been a problem. Everyone was used to Viktor storming through Tony’s mansion, charging up the stairs just like he had days before. Giorgio, busy on his phone, barely noticed as he barged into Tony’s bedroom. At least the man was on his own this time although the room still stunk of sex, drugs, and sweat. Tying up the sleeping man was child’s play.

Viktor added a random sock stuffed in Tony’s mouth while he ransacked the room looking for the katana. Tony had shoved it in the back of his closet – something Viktor thought was lazy and unoriginal. But swinging the weapon casually in one hand while keeping a wiggling Tony pinned to his shoulder with the other was a useful deterrent for Tony’s hangers-on as Viktor strode back out of the house again.

“Do you mind if we both go to my house instead of yours this time?” Ant’s voice broke through Viktor’s thoughts. “Able will need feeding and he can’t keep eating your steak. Plus…there’s my sister, Bridget.”

“You live with your sister?” Viktor risked a quick look at his mate. Ant was just watching out the windshield. When he’d been stalking Ant, he’d seen his mate out with his sister, but he didn’t think they lived together. And sure enough, Ant shook his head.

“She’ll probably turn up in the morning, though. She often comes for breakfast, although if she sees your car there, she might not come in because she knows you’re my mate and she could want to give us some privacy, but I don’t know because I haven’t been in this situation before.

“But I do know that if I spend a second night away from home, Bridget’s going to be blowing up my phone, probably sending the police out to find me, and” - Ant winced - “She’d likely be really upset. I’m almost certain she’d think I was being inconsiderate, because I haven’t even called or texted her today. You might not understand, but she’s really important to me and I try not to worry her when she does so much for me already.”

“We can go to your house.” Viktor had already flipped the turn signal and turned the car in the direction of Ant’s house. He’d only ever seen the outside of it, and he was keen to see the inside. “My only goal at this point is to find a flat surface so we can get to the orgasm part of our day.” Then he had a quick thought. “That was what you were thinking, too, right?”

“Yes, I think we should.” Ant nodded, although Viktor noticed he was still finding the view out of the window fascinating. “I haven’t been intimate with anyone while I’ve been sober before. My recollections of a few times I tried when I was younger are hazy at best. But it’s all basically instinct, isn’t it?”

WTF?“Is this because of your issue of seeing stuff when you touch someone?” Viktor thought he should double check. Not everyone enjoyed sex, and if that was the case, Viktor was just going to have to orgasm alone and then hope that Ant was feeling up to being held afterward. It wasn’t his preference, but if his eight hundred years of existence had taught him anything, it was that every single person was unique, and that applied to sexual preferences and likes and dislikes, as well as anything else.

“Sort of, but not quite the way you’re thinking.” Ant seemed to be arguing with himself again. “I’m not sure what to do here. I know mates don’t like to hear about intimate situations they’ve had with others, but I don’t know how to share what went wrong without mentioning there was another person there.”

“You told me mates don’t lie to each other, so just spit it out.” Viktor’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Don’t censor yourself.”

“It only happened twice. Two different people and it was years ago.” Ant was fiddling with his fingers and seconds later, Able’s head nudged in the space between the seats. “It’s okay, boy.” Ant’s hand reached for his companion’s head, stroking the fur between his ears. “The thing is, you’d expect someone who expressed carnal interest in you to be thinking about you while they were doing the deed, wouldn’t you? Or am I being unrealistic?”

Viktor had enjoyed a lot of casual fucks in his long existence and admittedly rarely thought about them five minutes afterward, but he was honest when he said, “If they were thinking about anything or anyone else while they were actively with you in that way, it would be very rude.”

“Excellent, because that’s what I thought. But as a socially-awkward college student at the time, it wasn’t the type of thing I wanted to ask my sister about. The problem, or the issue if you want to call it that, is that if a person isn’t one hundred percent invested in me in that intimate moment, then…” Ant broke off, his cheeks slashed with pink. “Things can get awkward,” he said at last.

Viktor was itching for specifics. He pulled into the driveway of Ant’s house, switching off the engine and then half turning in his seat, resting his arm along the back of Ant’s seat, barelymissing Able’s head. The dog sniffed at his arm, but didn’t seem concerned.

“So, let’s get this straight before we go inside. What I’m hearing is that you don’t have an issue with intimacy and I’m going to guess that your equipment works to the point where you can enjoy an orgasm. However, that’s only possible if the person with you is paying attention to you and not thinking about the boil on their butt, or that their knee is aching, or something random like that. Would I be close?”

Ant frowned. “I am assuming those are hypothetical situations again and I don’t do well with them. There are so many tangents a hypothetical situation can take you. In my first experience, the person had his hand down my trousers, playing with my genitals, but he was thinking that his friend Johnny was never going to believe he was sexing up the class nerd, and he couldn’t wait to tell him. I think there was also an intention to string me along a bit so I would help him with his assignments.”

Viktor growled. “That’s damn rude.”

“That’s what I thought. When I told him that I didn’t think it was right for people to talk about intimate matters with others, even if they were best friends, he looked like he’d seen a ghost and ran off.” Ant huffed. “For a first time, that wasn’t impressive. And then, then…the next guy was worse.”

“Worse than leaving you with a hard on and ghosting you?”

Who were the people Ant was socializing with?The more time Viktor spent with him, the more he could see Ant was gorgeous – a little intense – but he’d be a partner anyone would be proud of being seen with. As Viktor was going to prove in a very short while.

“The second guy was laughing, in his mind, while he was directing me about fondling his genitals. He told me he wantedme to blow him. But his thoughts were a jumbled mess about how his girlfriend would think twice about cheating on him again when he told her what he’d done with me. We’d barely done anything, but he was aroused and excited about the idea of her getting upset with him.

“I didn’t think that was very nice of him and I told him I was going to tell his girlfriend myself. But what sort of person approaches someone else when they already have a partner? It wasn’t like I chased either one of those people. They approached me.”

Shaking his head, Ant added, “I was taught, in school, that sex is a biological and instinctual act among animal species, including humans and paranormals. According to theory, the brain and what a person is thinking should have very little impact on their genital function. But that’s not true at all. Could you maintain an erection if you knew the person you were with was thinking about someone else?”

Viktor scratched his chin. “That might have happened a few times,” he admitted, “But,” he added when Ant’s face fell, “I wouldn’t know for sure that person was thinking about someone else because I don’t have your skills, and by virtue of who I am and what I have to do to survive, the situation can be different. Think back a couple of centuries ago, there were no blood banks. If I wanted to feed from a living source, but couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of maintaining donors, then there were times when I would pay someone for sexual favors, so that I could drink from them while they were distracted.

“I was never arrogant enough to assume a person of negotiable virtue was focused on my pleasure beyond getting me off as quickly as possible, possibly so they could go back to their own partner or family. As for me, my focus was on the blood I needed at the time. So there could be situations where intimacy, orcarnal acts, were the tool that was used to achieve a different goal entirely.”

Ant nodded but he didn’t look happy. “How do I get past my own issues then? For me, other people’s thoughts, energies, and past situations are too distracting. You could have the most talented hands or mouth in the world, be buried inside of my body and sending me to the moon and back, but if I sense in any way your mind’s not on what we might share, then my mood is shattered before I get anywhere near the orgasm stage, and I’m not going to get any pleasure out of what we might do at all.”

Viktor leaned closer, peering deep into Ant’s eyes. “We’re mates. You’d better believe that I’m going to be totally focused on you when we’re naked together. The moment you touch me you’re going to know that for yourself.” He winked. “Will Able be happy in the backyard for a bit?”

“Yes. Did you want to play with him for a while?”

“No. I want to play with you, and I don’t want to get my ass bit while I’m doing it.”

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