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I silently cursed at myself for revealing what shouldn't have been revealed to Julian. That one little four-letter word has so much power. I began to understand the humans' obsession with love. Finding it. Needing it. Wanting it so badly they could feel it pulsate through their very bones. As if eons of pent up desire and longing came to an end, my entire outlook had changed when I uttered those words to him. No sooner had I said 'my love' then I began to feel a change in my own essence. His purity was actually piercing the iron wall that was my will. I had let my guard down. I had allowed myself to fall inexplicably in love. Just as I had done millennia ago, when I followed Lilith blindly to the depths of hell itself. Slowly, a realization was dawning on me. Love had brought me to this world, however misdirected. I had paid for it...with my immortal soul. Maybe my time had finally come. Maybe love would take me out of this world, and to the fate I deeply deserved for my unnatural life.

In that moment my entire being was ripped and torn apart from the inside out. My soul on a spiritual level began fighting a battle within itself. Do I let this mortal live and face the consequences of what could happen? Or do I kill the little bastard here and now, never knowing what our love could have produced? The conflict within me made my head spin and I closed my eyes, resting my head on the lip of the washtub.

Yet again, Julian's heavenly voice brought me out of my internally conflicted stupor.

"You mean you feel the same way?" he asked, curiously, fearfully.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I was so caught up in my own inner turmoil, that I had not noticed it when he shifted his position and now lay on top of me, his naked chest to my naked chest, his cock to my cock. Even in my mental state of confusion, my cock stirred and sprang to life as I looked into his eyes. His did the same, and soon our cocks between us were stiff and hard against each other.

"I don't know what I feel," I said to him, defeated.

I lied, of course. I knew what I felt; I just didn't want to admit it. I wanted to be with him for eternity. I wanted to feel his naked body on mine forever and ever. I wanted to love him, and cherish him and make him feel wanted and loved. I also wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip that damnable purity right out of him, and replace it with the evil desires of the damned. I wanted to tear into his soft flesh and drink his life force. None of my wants took precedence, and yet they all strived for dominance. I had never before been so torn, and it was killing me. Yet all I had to do was look into his twinkling, innocent eyes, and see the truth that I willingly refused to fess up to.

Julian smiled at me with boyish glee. He slid up onto me and wrapped his arms around my neck. I could feel his body ignite with fiery passion and I know he wanted me to make love to him. He wanted me to make him feel the uncensored joys he had never been privy to since he became a man through puberty. I was only more than happy to oblige him.

'Yeah...' I thought to myself, "...after I have fucked him, I will know what I truly want. I will see that this [love] that I am feeling is only the euphoria of his virginity. I will rip his throat out and leave him to rot. No, maybe I will leave him alive. Yeah, THAT'S it, I will chain him alive in my dungeon, and torture him. Bleed him to the point of death, then revive him. Then do it all over again. I will show him how much "love" I can give!'

Not wanting to reveal these last thoughts to him, I smiled sweetly, teasingly, and pulled his face closer to mine. I grasped his lips with mine and plowed my tongue into his waiting mouth. My hunger cried out to me for release from starvation, but I held it at bay. I would not lose control as I did with Euracles. I would make it last. I would set my new plans in motion. In a quick reflexive move, I turned him over in the tub. Julian was now on his back-me on top of him. My tongue continued the explorations of his delicious mouth, and I grinded my cock forcefully into his. His stiff cock took the punishment well and learning through experience he started to imitate my grinding motions. Very soon we were successfully humping each other's cocks. I cried out for release, and sat up. I pulled his legs up to my shoulders, and placed the head of my hard cock near his waiting hole. His eyes looked deeply into mine, naively trusting me not to hurt him. His beautiful innocence made me falter.

What was I doing? I was gonna fuck him. Then what? Torture him mercilessly for years to come? This beautifully radiant angel on earth? What kind of a monster was I?!

Shaking my head in lustful passion, as well as quickly strengthening feelings of love for this mortal, I plunged with all my might into his tight virgin hole. His cries of pain rang through my ears accompanied by feelings of rage at myself for inflicting it on him. Tears streamed down his face as he felt his sensitive cherry give way to my hard cock.

I stopped and contemplated. Willing myself to take it easy, I slowly inserted the rest of the way. By moving my cock around inside his hole, I gently stretched his hole to accommodate my girth. His tears finally gave way to a different reaction. His cock inadvertently had gone from nearly flaccid to full strength rod mode. His eyes took on a different expression. Pain dissolved into a passionate sparkle. His beautiful lips, previously turned down in unimaginable pain, slowly turned up at the corners. His back arched and he sighed, allowing his head to tilt back and rest on the tub rim. He gasped in new pleasure as my hard cock finally found it's target. As my cock rubbed against his waiting prostate, I began to slowly fuck him, pulling out and thrusting it back in, slowly at first, eventually increasing in speed and force. His tight ass met me thrust for thrust, and he grabbed my shoulders and pulled my on top of him. My cock never left his ass, as we let our tongues ravage each other.

Soon we were both drenched in sweat, and the water in the tub was splashing about. Had we cared to notice it, the water had splashed all around the tub, making small puddles at the base, spilling out onto the marble tile of the floor. I thrust my cock in and out of his hole, and he learned to contract his ass muscles to lovingly stroke my cock as it plowed it's way into his gut. I leaned over him, placing my elbows just above his shoulders, and grasped the back of his head, guiding his face to my neck. He quickly responded by licking and teasingly nipping at my neck and ear lobes. Julian threw his arms around my neck and held on tight as I continued to fuck him; all the while he was whispering my own name into my ear, followed by moans and cries of joyous ecstasy.

After what seemed like an hour or more of merciless fucking, Julian threw his head back, clamped his eyes shut and let out a howl of orgasmic pleasure I had not heard from anyone, mortal or immortal. His orgasm came to him violently, and his entire body shook with painful ecstasy as his cock exploded between us. Streams of thick virgin spunk spewed out of his cockhead and it seemed the swirling pools of semen were everywhere, on the surface of the water, on his chest, on my stomach. I watched his face as he let his orgasm flow, and the look of pained pleasure on his angelic face led me to my orgasm--equally as powerful as his was. I pumped my cock into him furiously as I could feel my own load shoot deep into his bowels. His entire body shook with the force of my orgasm.

"OOOHHH JULIAN!" I cried out into the otherwise silent room.

When I finally spewed the last of my seed into his gut, I collapsed on top of him. Wore out from the strain of refusing to feed, and the powerful emotions that had flowed through me the entire time, not to mention the powerful orgasm I had just experienced, I laid my cheek on his furry chest. In the afterglow of orgasm himself, he could only wrap his arms around my neck and lay there completely spent.

Before he drifted into well-deserved slumber, he whispered into the silent air, "Lucius, I love you."

I lay there in the tub for what seemed like an eternity. It did not matter that the water had long since cooled, and our skin had taken on a pruny texture. I was content to lay there as Julian continued to slumber in my arms. The last words he spoke before he went to meet Morphius--the keeper of dreams--were 'Julian, I love you'. The echo of those damn words rang through my ears like death bells.

"I...love you too,” I whispered shakily into his sleeping ear.

Those words had taken on a mind of their own, and I found that they rolled quite easily off of my tongue. For some reason I no longer had any desire to feed off of Julian's rising sexual energy. No longer did I feel the urgent need to feast upon his lifeblood. Instead these desires were replaced with a yearning. An infernal yearning to be with him. To love him. Being new to these emotions, I could not react to them. I could only act on them.

I had switched our positions in his slumber, and he now lay on me, his hands draped lazily around my shoulders, his cheek laying still on my chest. His breathing had reduced to the long resonant sighs that accompany sleep. I placed my hands on his head, running my fingers through his greased hair. Everything about him made the beating heart within my chest seemed to pulsate and cause an intense fluttering. Remembering my promise I decided to bathe him. I asserted my powerful mental abilities over his sleeping mind. Inducing an even deeper sleep than before as to assure he wouldn't wake until I was ready for him to.

Carefully I rolled him onto his back. Letting the cold water drain from the tub I turned the faucet, and soon enough, hot water began rising up around our naked bodies. My favourite cleaning implement is a liquid soap that luxuriously caresses my body. I was only too happy to anoint this young man's body with the same substance.

Taking the plastic container, I applied a generous amount of the oily goo onto the soft wash puff that had accompanied the sale of the soap. I squeezed it gently in my hands, feeling the soap turn to sensuous suds at my administrations. I glided the soapy puff over his immaculate chest, and he grunted silently in his sleep. He smiled, and I supposed he was having quite a beautiful dream. This pleased me.

Smiling to myself I washed his entire body from head to toe--dutifully ridding him of the dirt and grime and sweat that had accumulated on his body from extended periods of unwashing. I took much pleasure as I gently scrubbed his body, my eyes and hands taking their fill of his glorious masculinity. I found it very difficult to not grasp Julian's hot cock, which, during his slumbering bath had risen to full stiffness, aching for yet another release.

Instead I gently massaged it with the wash puff, taking extreme care to not apply too much pressure. There was not a place on his body that my hands, aided by the wash puff, did not touch and massage. Straddling him, I felt his cock make it's home along the full length of the crack of my ass. The feeling of it there was delightful, imprisoned between my beautiful ass cheeks, and seemed...right. I have been fucked before on many occasions, but I wanted instead for him to be awake before I let him have the delightful wonders of my ass. I shampooed his hair, washing away all the grease and grime, and was surprised to find that, once clean, his hair was a bright golden blonde, instead of the dirty honey blonde I had noticed before. It almost seemed to glow with angelic purity it was so bright. In more ways than one, he was much more of a 'golden boy' than Euracles could ever be compared to. Perhaps it was just my own increasing feelings of love and adoration for this mortal that kept me hooked to him, perhaps not. In any case, I did not want to lose him, now or ever.

I finished his bath finally, after what seemed like hours of careful cleansing. Rising up out of the water, I held him close to me, and carried him to the awaiting master suite. His head rested carelessly on my shoulder, his arms automatically wrapping themselves around my neck. I looked down at that angelic face, his boyish cheeks now flustered and rose tinted in colour after his hot bath. Freshly scrubbed and clean as a baby's bottom I carefully placed him on an antique sofa and quickly dried him off with a terry cloth towel.

I gazed down at this magnificent beauty, now dried and looking more delicious than ever. I quickly ignored my rising lust and deftly stiffening cock, and turned tail to the majestic closet that housed my very well tailored and expensive clothing. I had not only promised him a bath, but also a meal. If he were to dine in my home, he would dine in style.

We were about the same height; I only slightly stood above Julian about 3 inches. And although my musculature was slightly bulkier than Julian's, I estimated that he would nonetheless look marvelous, clothed in the fine garments of his keeper.

I opened the large wardrobe doors, and peered inside with the scrutiny of a child, wanting to dress my doll in the best possible clothing that would suit him aesthetically. Sorting through a large number of shirts, blouses and sweaters, I settled on a plain silk chemise, the color of deepest crimson, which would cling luxuriously to his lean frame. Snatching a pair of black slacks from the opposite side of the wardrobe, I sauntered back over to my lover. Placing the chemise over his chest I eyed it suspiciously, wondering if it suited his skin, his hair. Finally deciding it did, I placed it on him lovingly, taking special care not to arouse him from sleep. Soon enough the mental spell I had placed him under would wear off and he would rise from sleep feeling very rejuvenated and refreshed.

I finished dressing him quickly, thoughts flowing through my mind at torpedo speed.

'Why was I doing this? Why can't I stop this feeling that grows inside my heart? I should just kill him...Why do I love him?' My mind was furiously beside itself with the feelings of why. What I should do and what I wanted to do were soon blurred, until I myself was riddled with confusion. It is still true, I am a vampire--an evil and despicable creature to be loathed and worshipped. The ravenous hunger had crept back into my loins, and it was all I could do to keep from drinking in his now non-virgin, but still deeply powerful aura. For reasons I could not even begin to fathom, I kept my hunger at bay, never once indulging in its cries to be sated. My seed flowed within his gut, but it was a seed born of love and passion, not lust and hunger. I had no clue as to how to react.

I had never been placed in this predicament before. Even with Euracles, it was a fleeting passion, one I soon put into the back of my mind as I resumed my normal activities. This time, it was not fleeting. It stayed with me. And I could only wonder where it was leading to.

Julian was now fully dressed, I had even placed under shorts, socks and exquisitely sharp black leather loafers on his feet. I picked him up and carried him to the side of the massive bed that had once known many victims. Laying him down gently I rose up and went back to the wardrobe, this time to peruse on what my lover should see me in when he first wakes.