“Now we’re getting down to
the very personal stuff,” Seth commented, “Which is okay by me. I’ve only been
in one real relationship before now. He was killed in an artillery bombardment,
and died hating me for what I am.”
Kemp saw the pain in Seth’s expression
and put an arm around him. “He didn’t know until the end?”
“No. I told him I could save
him, but when he found out how he was terrified. He said he’d rather die than
become some abomination.”
“I’m sorry,” Kemp told him
softly.
“It’s all right. It was a long
time ago. If nothing else,” Seth smiled wryly, “I learned never again to have
anything to do with humans that way. Not that I ever met one since him that
even piqued my interest.”
Kemp did the calculation and
said in shock, “A hundred years or more and you haven’t slept with anyone?”
“There was another vampyre
about, umm fifty years ago. We thought we had something between us but in the
end it didn’t work out.”
“Damn.” Kemp patted Seth’s
ass. “I guess that made you a born-again virgin until last night.”
“Yeah, right,” Seth replied,
laughing. “What about you? Anyone special other than Owen?”
“Not until now. And before
you push it I’ll tell you, I haven’t been nearly as restrained as you when it
comes to casual sex.” Kemp ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t going to
admit to this until much later but… Hell.”
“Spit it out before I begin
imagining the worst.”
“I suppose this is the
worst. The first time I came down here I, well, I didn’t have any cash so I
hitched rides and paid for them with sex,” he blurted out.
Seth nodded as he processed
that bit of information. “Only then?” Kemp nodded, not looking at him. “I guess
I can understand why you did it. I’m not exactly thrilled but it’s in the
past. However”—he gripped Kemp’s chin, forcing him to look at him—“if you ever even think of doing it again I will kill you. Understand?”
“I do. And I never would. Ever.”
Kemp smiled slightly. “I guess the fact that it bothers you that much means something.”
“It means, my young dhampir,
that this vampyre has no intention of sharing you with anyone else.”
“And that goes both ways.”
Kemp pressed against him, wrapping his arms around Seth’s neck. “Kiss me,” he
murmured. “And then we’d better get a move on or you’ll get fired.”
Seth did exactly that,
kissed him deeply and with feeling, before drawing away, taking his hand.
“You’re right, I’d better hurry. Good thing I can move fast when necessary.
Like super fast.” He grinned. “I’ll see you at the club after work? We still
have to talk about this whole you and the territory thing.”
“I’ll be there, and hopefully
on time this time.”
“Better be. I hate
worrying.” After pressing a quick kiss to Kemp’s lips Seth vanished.
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