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He apologized mentally to the vampire part of himself—the little bit of his being that didn’t like the bright light—for irritating its senses. I’m sorry, little beastie.
People were always calling Jay “honey” and “sweetie” like that. Jay supposed it had something to do with his looks: he was petite, his facial features were maybe kind of doll-like, and he knew people thought of him as cute. He supposed that made them want to call him pet names. He didn’t mind it though—in truth, it warmed his chest when people called him nice things. It made him feel wanted, even if all it really meant was that he was nonthreatening.
The barista couldn’t have been any taller than five feet five, with dainty features and a mess of dark hair, the oversize, electric-blue sweatshirt with the kittens on it so large on him he’d had to roll it over about a dozen times to get it above his elbows.
Alexei had the momentary, completely bizarre thought that he wanted to steal him. To put the stranger in his pocket and take him back to his apartment, stash him there for the foreseeable future. Just…keep him. Because apparently Alexei’s recent hermitage had melted his fucking brain.
He simply couldn’t look away. The guy was so…pretty. Gorgeous in a soft, unassuming way, with that little button nose, those Cupid’s bow lips. And really, the bed head look he had going on was too much; it was sending Alexei’s brain into dangerous territory. Like sweat-soaked sheets and a dark head bobbing between his legs and a million other dirty things he shouldn’t be thinking about.
and he’d never before felt like he was two steps away from leaping over a coffee shop counter and— And what, planting a kiss on the guy? Hoisting him over his shoulder? What was wrong with him?
He’s so…strange. I think he might be an alien.”
He wasn’t going to leave the guy alone. A good man would. But Alexei had never been a good man, had he?
Jay wanted to rub against those arms like a cat. His beastie did too.
So really, Alexei didn’t need to wear anything super bright to still be the nicest-looking thing in the room.
because the human smelled so, so good. It always made Jay’s beastie perk up in interest (well, perk up more; his beastie was always very interested in everything Alexei).
Alexei huffed a not quite laugh. “No cupcakes, kotyonok.” Jay’s heart warmed at the nickname Alexei had started giving him. It meant “kitten” in Russian.
oh, Jay just really, really wanted a nibble. Just a little nibble of the delicious-smelling regular with the handsome face and pretty eyes and strong-looking forearms with his sleeves rolled back.
What was Alexei hoping to accomplish even? Slow seduction via increasingly complicated coffee orders?
Alexei’s first coherent thought after his brain came stuttering back online was that it was a shame the manager had to die.
Alexei smelled so very good. Jay’s little beastie really wanted a taste. Just one itty-bitty taste.
His little beastie even started speaking to him, which it rarely ever did. Just a little taste, it pleaded. No, beastie. No biting without permission.
(Ferdy always needed water after a run, and Alexei had just had a walk, so that was probably a good idea for him too.)
“Feed from me. I like the idea of giving you something you need, kotyonok. Let me be of use to you. Please.”
And maybe Jay just really wanted to be held. The human looked so strong and smelled so good. Was it so horrible that Jay wanted to be as close as possible?
He should always be here, Alexei thought dreamily, listening to the strangely erotic sounds of Jay’s greedy gulping. In my arms.
He was growing. He was changing. He was. He could be more than what his maker had made of him.
Alexei loved that “we.” He absolutely fucking adored that “we.”
(“sweetheart” and “kitten,” all in one go!)
Maybe with enough practice, Jay would become a new kind of vampire, one who could feed on every part of Alexei. His blood, his sweat, his cum. Was that gross to think about? Maybe Jay would just keep that to himself.
Jay loved the outdoors? Alexei would live in a forest cave with him, if he asked. Jay wanted to be around people? Alexei could handle that, if it was for Jay. He’d let Jay do all the talking, all the inadvertent charming, and it wouldn’t be so bad. Jay wanted a messy house? They’d make blanket forts, have a million pets, destroy their kitchen with culinary experiments. Alexei could be enough. He could try. He would try.
Because you’re special and perfect and I adore you even though we’ve only been technically dating for a day.
How could anyone—no matter how vicious, how fucking bloodthirsty—want to hurt this sweet vampire?
But Alexei was still smiling at him, stroking Jay’s face. “We’ve got a budding pillow princess on our hands, huh?”
“He’s the most perfect vampire to ever exist in the fucking universe, asshole. You would be so lucky.”
“My perfect vampire,” he crooned. “My perfect kitten. My perfect mate.”
Its mantra at all times was to touch Jay, taste Jay, claim Jay, love Jay.

