Zane found himself in a dark alley. There were trashes her and there along the overflowed dumpster. The slightly fetid scents and the grittyness of the area reminded him of New York. Specifically, the alley where he and Ty trade punches before that faithful night.
Before Zane’s thoughts dwell too long about that night, speak of the devil, Ty appeared around the dark corner and walking toward him. Zane was about to greet Ty but a shiver down his spine had paralyzed him momentary. Zane started to look around for the source of his uneasiness until his eyes settled back on Ty. That’s when he realized something wasn’t quite right about this Ty.
First of all, Ty was…, there was no other words for it, stalking toward him, like a predator stalking his prey. Zane was on the receiving end of that before but never felt real fear about it, he realized, until now. Ty was also wearing a long leather duster with wide brim cowboy hat. The brim cast shadow over his eyes and yet… Those hazel eyes shone brightly from the dark.
Zane tried again to speak but then Ty swung at him with a fast right hook. Zane guarded instinctively and counter with his own uppercut. Ty staggered back a step but didn’t went budged much. “What the hell are you…” Zane started to yell but was startled mute by Ty’s voice. It was an octave lower than usual, more gravelly, and in an accent that was definitely not West Virginia. “Well well, looks like they didn’t sent another another spring chicken after me this time.” Ty smirked, “I hope you can entertain me for longer than five minutes, priest.” With that Zane saw that not only Ty’s eyes were glowing with inner lights, with the smirk, he noticed that Ty had fangs. Two very sharp looking fangs!
Zane suddenly noticed that he was wearing a black cassock. He also felt that he was wearing knife sheath on both wrists. Zane jumped back to put some distance between them and with a flick of his wrists, he released the knifes into his hands. They were silver, with ornate handles. The blades themselves were engraved with runes on both sides. “What’s going on here? Who are you and why do you look like Ty?” Zane asked, his body went into defensive stance with both knife in front of him.
"I don’t know who is this Ty you were talking about. Are you sure you haven’t been imbibing, priest? Usually you people just tried to ambush me and not much else…" Ty look-alike replied lazily.
Too fast for Zane to react, Ty look-alike suddenly stood in front of him, taking each wrists into his hands and squeeze hard. Zane yelped in pain, dropping both knifes. He tried headbutting but Ty look-alike just tilted his head away and then closed his mouth onto Zane’s neck. The sharp pain of those fangs sinking into his body almost enough to block the pain on his wrists. Then Ty look-alike started to suck. Pain turned into sudden pleasure that straight to his groin, weakening his knees and make him moan uncontrollably.
The sucking mouth was gone from his neck, Zane was barely conscious enough to hear that Ty was speaking. “It’s not five minutes yet, priest, you are not giving up yet, are you?” Ty taunted.
Zane tried to push his body up and push Ty away, too late when he realized that he made Ty noticed that he was turned on by the blood sucking. “Ho ho!, you liked that huh? Alright then, priest, I will at least let you died happy.” He then secured both of Zane’s wrists into his left hand while the other grab at the collar on his cassock. Zane start to make protesting sound but it was drown by the sound of cloth tearing as Ty turn his right hand into claw and shred the cassock down the middle. Suddenly Zane was flipped, with his bare front against the rough surface of the wall as Ty repeated the shred on the back. Zane was reeling from the overwhelming conflicting sensations with barely a time to recover when Ty plastered his fronts to Zane’s naked back. Zane tried to buck and throw him off unsuccessfully before he was bitten. Again, his conscious began slipping with his pull on the mouth on his neck and yet his dick was hard against the rough wall while his couldn’t help pushing his ass back against the bulge pressing up against him.
"You sure have entertain me tonight, priest." That was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious.
Zane was startled awake with the sucking sensation on his neck. Still panicked from his dream, he jabbed his elbow into the body spooning his back. Then he fell down in tumble down the side of their bed. Ty grunted and rub his abs as he yelled, “What the hell happened Zane? That was uncalled for when I was waking you up in the sexy way!” Zane slowly peered up from the side of the bed, still breathing hard and not quite sure where he was. “Wasn’t it my thing to come out of sleep fighting?” Ty continue to grouse but he moved to help Zane back into the bed, looking at Zane with worried eyes, ‘What’s wrong Zane?”
As Zane slowly got his breathing under control and the panic receded , he laid down on his back on the bed staring at the ceiling. After a minute or two, Zane said “I was dreaming that I was in a dark alley and was attacked by you who was a vampire.”
Ty’s eyes widen at that revelation, then they were narrowed down to slit as he contemplating what he just heard. With a huff, Ty declared grandly, “Fine then, no more movie nights for you,” before turning to lay on his side with his back to Zane.
Zane huffed before spooning up against Ty’s back and elaborate on his dream, speaking in low voice into Ty’s ear about how good it felt when vampire-Ty sucked on his neck.