The final revelation was upon him. It came too late and all at once. He did not believe it and yet he could not deny what was happening, what word could only be used for a beast that did these things. He felt himself giving up his sanguine essence. He felt it being taken from him. He felt Maddox's rough cock pulsing deep inside him, pounding with insistent strokes as if to drive the essence Mads desired from his weakening body.
Will panicked. He tried to fight. But Mads wrapped one impossibly strong arm around under his neck and kept feeding and fucking with equal languid pleasure. Will’s cries turned to animal whines and whimpers, the arching and thrashing of his body only serving to impale his ass on the monster draining his life force.
There was an awful, horrible moment when the darkness overwhelmed him and he could do nothing but submit to the awful, wonderful, beautiful, painful, terrible surging inside the deepest parts of him.
It was over.
All over.
It was not over.
3
Eat
Will woke lying naked on the floor. His ass and neck ached in equal amounts. The collar remained in place, the chain casually cast across the floor. There was a weight on his ass, a firm pressure which was not quite comfortable. He looked over his shoulder and saw Maddox bare chested, sitting on the leather recliner behind him, using his rear as a footrest.
“Good morning, pup,” Maddox smiled. He looked normal. Just a man. Nothing more than a man. He must have been on something, a drug, something to make him think…
Maddox’s smile broadened. His canines flashed white, long, and sharp.
“FUCK!” Will screamed and scrambled away. He got about three feet before hitting the end of the chain and being snapped back down to the ground. Hitting the ground did little to bring him to his senses. He turned and faced Mads, pale with fear.
“Don’t worry,” Mads said. “You’re perfectly safe.”
“You’re a fucking vampire. You drank my fucking blood.” Will sat up, his fists wrapped around the links of the chain. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“Let’s not get too upset about what I am. Especially given what you are, puppy.”
Will took in a deep breath. “Let me off this chain.”
“The chain is for your benefit. Stops you from doing anything particularly stupid while you’re still in the process of being tamed down.”
“You’re a vampire,” Will repeated.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think… I thought…” He was stumbling over his words by trying to form two different thoughts at the same time.
“Best not to think. Concentrate on obeying.”
Maddox was always so impenetrably calm. In this moment it did much to calm Will in turn. The worst was probably over, and if there were worse things to come there wasn’t much he could do about that.
“I could have explained this all to you with words, but you wouldn’t have understood, not really. You would have questioned it; you would have called it madness. You would have argued and rebelled. Now you have felt both my flesh and fangs inside you, you understand things no words could ever explain. Don’t you.”
Fucking hell. The worst thing about this was how right Maddox was about all of this.
“You are hungry,” Maddox said as if it were a certainty.
“Yes.”
“You will find yourself more hungry after I have fed,” Maddox says. “And more in need of rest.”
Will winced.
“This is why I’m here? To be your fuckin’ cheeseburger?”
Maddox gave him a look which cut William to his core. It was enough to make him briefly freeze and deeply reconsider the wisdom of giving this creature shit. Prison habits were dying hard in him. He was used to the answer always being telling the other guy to go fuck himself, no matter what had just happened. In prison, being resistant meant surviving. It meant being strong. Here, he had no fucking idea what the rules were.
“You are food,” Maddox said with an obvious attempt at patience. “But you are more than that. I could feed on any beast of blood and mind, but you have a greater purpose.”
“I do?”
Maddox laughed with great amusement at Will’s astonishment.
“You do,” he said with a smirking smile. “Though you may not believe it yourself. First, I will feed you. Come with me.”
“Wouldn't have thought a vampire would need a kitchen,” Will commented. He was sitting on a stool on the opposite side of the vast island while on the other side Maddox laid into various edible entities with an enthusiastic knife. The refrigerator was well stocked with a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables, and delicacies from countries William could not have pronounced if he tried. Mads’ spice rack was not a shelf, it was a floor to ceiling museum of flavor, from which he plucked small bags and little glass jars.
“I remember what it was to eat,” Maddox replied. “I was a good cook when I still ate. I have kept the skills up. Though I cannot enjoy food, many of those whose company I keep must consume these stuffs. I take satisfaction in watching what I make being enjoyed. Besides, having a home built without installing a kitchen is incredibly bad for resale value.”