...Francois slid his fingers into Emilien’s hair. He gently tugged so that Emilien’s head went back. He licked his tongue over the jugular, then reached between their bodies and fondled Emilien’s genitals through the material of his jeans.

Emilien gasped. Francois opened his jaws and cupped his lips over the flesh that covered the pulsing vein. Emilien trembled. His cock hardened even more as Francois squeezed it gently. A soft moan came from Emilien’s lips. Francois opened his jaw and poised his teeth, then sank down into the vein.

Emilien groaned this time, deep and quick, and his blood flowed into Francois’s mouth. He ground his groin into Francois’s fist as the vampire drank. ::I want to fuck you so badly.:: He wasn’t sure which one of them said that. Perhaps both of them said it at the same time. Emilien closed his eyes, drifting, as Francois held him prone. He couldn’t move and he didn’t want to. ::Touch me.::

A vision filled his mind, Francois lying naked in tall grass. Emilien lay beside him. Francois gently kissed his mouth, his chin, his chest. His hands moved over him softly, caressing, teasing. ::Oh God. Francois. My love. Is that what it was like?::

The scene shifted. Francois in the stables, on all fours, as Emilien fucked him hard, their bodies glistening with sweat, and shouts of joy echoing in his ear.

“Francois! Enough. You’ll drain him!”

Emilien slumped to his knees as Francois was jerked away. He saw a flash of red eyes, snarling lips, and sharp fangs. A body was hurled across the room.

Another set of teeth clamped into his throat suddenly, rough and greedy. A voice said, “Slow down…slow down!”

Everything faded. ::Emilien…I need to see you one more time.::

::Carl?::

He tried to rouse himself. Something was wrong. ::No, Carl, don’t, don’t leave me now.::

The pain left, the intense cramp in his neck was gone. A bloody wrist pressed his lips. “Drink, drink, Emilien.”

A few minutes later, his head started to clear. He opened his eyes to see Nathan sitting beside him. “You all right?”

Emilien nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He looked around. “Where is Coyle? Did he drink? Did it work?”

“See for yourself,” Nathan invited.

The ugly misshapen thing that had been Coyle, now stood tall and straight. He was a handsome vampire with blond hair and a pleasant face. He walked over and extended his hand. “I owe you everything.”

Emilien took his hand and got to his feet. “You’ll have a chance to repay me. We need all the allies we can get. Where’s Francois?” he asked as he examined his wet, smelly clothes with disgust.

“He drank too much,” Nathan muttered. “He went above with Vanessa.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Tell me what you need me to do,” Coyle asked.