"What do you do?" John asked, mostly to distract himself from quite how much he was enjoying Michael's hand.

Since Michael didn't seem to mind answering questions, John wanted to learn as much as he could. Knowledge was always useful.

"I'm a writer," was the reply as Michael nuzzled his neck; "my first love. I'm in negotiations to put on a play just off the West End. That's why we moved to London, well that and Nik was bored."

John almost laughed, but managed to catch himself and let himself sink into the feeling of Michael's hands on his body instead. It wasn't often he allowed himself the luxury of pleasure when on the job, it could be distracting, but Michael really did have a wonderful touch.

"Have you always been ..?"

The question caught him completely off guard.

"You mean did I have a life before I was kidnapped and trained to be a vampire whore?"

The words were out before he could stop them and in his native accent as well. He felt Michael completely still behind him and inside his head he cursed. He wasn't really sure where the bitterness had suddenly erupted from; he had come to terms with his position a long time ago, but clearly he had allowed his defences to drop too much.

"Sorry," he apologised quickly, English upper class accent back in place and mask back on, "I shouldn't have said that. You appear to have an unsettling affect on my natural calm. To answer your question I was an actor, up and coming, but a pretty good one, even if I do say so myself."

Michael still wasn't moving, either away or back to what they had been doing. John wasn't sure what to do, pissing off the clients was a definite no-no.

"You were kidnapped?"

John swore under his breath.

"You're not even English are you?"

"Scottish," he replied, praying that he could salvage the situation.

He turned in Michael's arms and gave the man his best smile.

"Look," he said, "the time for dramatics is long past, darling. I'm as addicted as you and we both know it, so how about we forget I have a stupid mouth and I put it to better use?"

He went to sink to his knees, but Michael stopped him.

"You don't have to," Michael said.

Apparently the universe was refusing to give him a break and it was just getting worse.

"I wasn't lying about the sex," he decided to be blunt and so used his real accent. "Once you've been with a vampire, humans just don't cut it. You're attractive and you seem to give a shit, which gives you two pluses. You need blood, your housemates need blood, so we might as well enjoy the rest of it as well. Just tell me what you want and I can make us both happy."

For a moment Michael hesitated, but then John found himself being pulled close.

"How about you let me take care of you and we'll see how it goes from there?" was Michael's counter suggestion.

"I'm all yours," John replied and any other words he might have come up with were shut off as Michael's mouth clamped to his.

Kissing wasn't something he was often overly fond of, it tended to be sloppy and not as pleasant as the person kissing him often thought it was, but Michael, as it turned out, was a fantastic kisser. John was quite used to being claimed, vampires liked to dominate and yet somehow Michael possessed his mouth in a way that made him want more. The kiss drew a moan out of him, not a fake one he thought his client wanted to hear, but a real one and all the passion his hasty words had killed came flooding back.

That well trained voice in the back of his mind was telling him that he should be doing something, that he needed to be pleasing Michael even if Michael wasn't asking for it. It was quite loud, but Michael seemed to make it impossible. John was following, not leading, not even pretending to follow while actually leading, which he was usually quite good at. Michael seemed to know how this should go and John was along for the ride.

"God you're beautiful," Michael whispered to him, breaking the kiss and pulling their bodies into line. "I haven't reacted to anyone like this in years."

John opened his mouth to reply, but gasped instead as Michael nibbled his neck.

"I can almost taste you already," Michael moaned into his ear.

He felt himself tremble as the need welled up in him. This was an automatic response, one he hated and yet craved. The bite of a vampire was as addictive as any drug and his body was five years into the addiction. For a brief second he would have done anything to have Michael bite down on his flesh, but he managed to push it away. He would not beg.

"Sex first," Michael told him, seeming to read his reaction, "then we both get what we need."

The words were understanding not degrading and for an instant he almost believed Michael saw them as equals. Many of his clients had used his addiction against him, playing games with him as if they were somehow superior, but not Michael, at least not yet.

John let Michael wash him, giving up trying to reciprocate after the third time Michael pushed his hands away. If the vampire wanted to layer attention on his skin he was happy to let Michael do whatever he felt like. However, he did have to grab for the railing on the shower wall when Michael decided to use soap lubricated fingers to open him up. Even having prepared earlier, he had tightened up somewhat and Michael had long, nimble fingers, so taking two at once without any warning had him panting.

"Fuck," he said as Michael massaged into him.

"Not quite yet," Michael said with a laugh, "Lisa would kill me if I had you where she couldn't see."

"She likes to watch?" he asked, trying to distract himself from his traitorous body.

"They both do," Michael told him, working his arse with one hand and taking his cock in the other. "They won't join in, not tonight, they're not in the mood for it, but they'll enjoy watching."

John moaned as Michael brushed past his prostate and pumped him firmly as well. If the whole of London had walked in to watch at that moment he probably wouldn't have noticed.

"If I make you come now, will you be up for round two?" Michael asked, lips brushing his ear. "I'd like to see you come just for me."

That admission sent shots of arousal all over his body.

"Yeah," he said, bracing his other hand on the glass wall of the shower.

That was one of the advantages of his association with vampires; he was thirty two, but he looked and physically reacted like he was twenty two. He could go all night if the client requested it.

"Thank fuck," Michael said and began to pump him harder.

John came embarrassingly quickly and Michael kept going, those clever hands moving until John's legs had gone weak and there were spots in front of his eyes. It was bloody marvellous and for once John just let himself enjoy the rewards of his body.

"Now you smell even better," Michael said, bringing up the hand that had been pumping John's cock, avoiding the water and then licking his fingers.

John couldn't stop looking and Michael gave him a long slow smile.

"I'm glad I said yes to sex," he said and smiled back; it was even the truth.

That turned Michael's smile into a grin.

"Time to wash off," the vampire said and pulled him under the spray properly.

John laughed and almost inhaled water, but it was worth it as he grabbed one of the dials on the shower controls and just turned it. The downward spray became jets from at least four directions and one of them got Michael right in the face.

"Now you asked for it," Michael said and laughing along with him, grabbed the removable, separate shower head and turned it on.

John screamed like a girl when the cold water hit him. He fought back without even thinking about it, but his attack with shower gel was ill-conceived and Michael had him locked in strong arms before he could really start the offensive. When Michael kissed him again the fun dropped away as the passion rose once more and he surrendered all over again. With some fumbling they managed to turn off all the water and then fell out of the shower still kissing.

They were dripping all over the floor, but Michael didn't seem to care and John was kind of disappointed when they finally did break apart. Michael pulled a towel from the rail and draped it around him, stepping close again and making John look at him.

"If I could I'd take you to my room," Michael told him, rubbing his hair for him with the corner of the towel, "I'd keep you all to myself."

For a fleeting moment, John wished that were possible.

"Are you ready for this?" Michael asked in little more than a whisper.

It was sweet really, Michael seemed honestly concerned for him. He gave the vampire a small smile for the effort.

"Of course," he said, reaching up and running a hand down Michael's face, "but thank you."

Michael nodded then and finally turned away, picking up the other towel, and began to dry himself off. John took that as his cue to do the same and efficiently removed most of the moisture from his body. Then he bent down and pulled the tube of lube out of his bag. Michael watched him, but did nothing to indicate interest in further contact, so John lubed himself up quickly and with purpose rather than as a display.

He was surprised when Michael offered him his hand once he was done, but took it anyway.