Forever Younger Part 3 (warning~mentions of part 2)
A/N This just in... I sometimes have inspiration on old one-shots and do another part or another person's perspective. This is dear ol' Leon's brother-in-law after the shock:

I knew I shouldn't do anything about it. In fact, I tried to make a point of ignoring it, or putting it out of my mind. I couldn't force my brain to listen though, not in the dark of night when my subconscious took over. Each time I closed my eyes to sleep, I saw it. Like a movie playing over and over. Taunting me. I could feel my body trying to resist what it did to me.

Then I would startle awake like I was in a horror film and see the truth. My subconscious wasn't resisting. I was hard as a rock. Shamefully, pitifully hard. I sometimes hated them for making me see what I wanted. Sometimes I hated myself for not turning around at the first sign of danger and leaving. I had been shocked, sure, but I was an adult and should have left.

Instead I had just covered my boy's eyes and stood there. I had stared into those blood red eyes as he had sunk his teeth into my brother-in-law. The ecstasy on both their faces during that rough sexual feeding in the bathroom had imprinted itself on the backs of my eyelids like a train wreak. It tortured me as I lived my mundane, normal existence.

Because now I knew there was more than the vanilla, pleasant sexual experience that I had in my life. I had seen it firsthand. I had heard it, raw and real, right in front of me. I could smell it in the air even as my young son did his business in the toilet. I couldn't look at my wife without seeing the disgust on her features as she spoke about her own brother with that... 'thing' as she called him.

I got it though. After seeing them like that... I really did understand. That little French friendly gave Leon something he couldn't have otherwise. It was a trade. One old man hidden in a young man's body, in exchange for the thrilling taste of life. A power exchange of the ultimate kind. What I wouldn't give for a taste of such power...

Would I sacrifice my family? Would I sacrifice 'normal' for something that was considered so forbidden? Sometimes my answer was yes and sometimes it was no. When it was yes I would research friendlies and their subculture that paralleled ours. I read about the free-cafeterias that supplied them blood so they could co-exist with us. I read about the blood bars.

We had three cafeterias here in our city, places where vampires could go to get what they needed without preying on humans. There were four bars where they could buy specialty stuff and meet up with willing friends. Yeah, there were plenty of humans who were perfectly happy to go and offer themselves for a feeding.

They were groupies usually though, and it was not looked well upon at all. Not by decent folks anyways. If you went to those it was a quick bite in an obvious place that you showed off to your groupie friends. Not something I was planning on doing anytime soon. The websites led me to something else though. I caught wind of the 'dungeons' when I checked out a chat site.

Private clubs for those who wanted to feed and be fed on in secret. Places where you went if you didn't want to show your face. Friendlies who were discrete and put their marks where they couldn't be seen. Somewhere a person like me could indulge in a passing fantasy and hopefully not get caught. That was what I got out of it anyways.

Finding those was a little harder. You had to know where to look. You had to be looking. It took me almost six months to confirm a place in our area, and another month to scope it out. It was close to the grocery store, just around the corner in fact. Open all hours from what I could tell. There were three discrete parking locations I could use.

The store, the mall a few blocks over, and the underground park around the other side of the complex. I figured I could use the mall one as the least inconspicuous. I would even tell her that I was going shopping and pick up a few things before I went over. She knew I was indecisive when it came to shopping. That was probably why it took me so long to get up the nerve for this.

I second guessed myself twice when I went shopping. I bought a blue shirt. I bought a pair of black sneakers. I took them out to the car and nearly got in and drove away. But I didn't. I walked across the street and up to the vendor selling chips. I bought a small. I munched on that as I walked down the street and stared up at the door.

It was simple. Just a red 'D' stamped on the black painted surface. The windows were blacked out and a few posters for bands and booze were pasted on the wall. It could have been any kind of bar. Only those who knew the truth would be nervous like me. It took a lot of courage to get me this far, so I tossed my container in the bin on the street and went in.

It was a little warmer inside. The lights were mellow and the décor soothing. Not really modern or old fashioned. What was the word? Timeless. I walked over to the bar set on the back wall and smiled nervously at the tender as he gave me a once over. I gulped and tried to remember what I was supposed to do.

"What's your poison?" The man asked after a moment. I hesitated a second before sealing my fate.

"I, ah, I'll try your special." I managed to get out. I blinked at the grin that spread across his face. It was such a pleasant smile. Like his face lit up. He came around the side of the bar and knocked on the door to the side which read 'private.' It opened to reveal a petite woman in a blue cocktail dress.

"We have a customer." He told her. She looked over and smiled at me. She was very pretty and I felt much more comfortable as she waved me into the back area.

"My name is Lily. Would you prefer to wear a mask?" She asked me kindly, showing a bin of masks for customer use. I shrugged and picked out a plain black one. It fit well and I did feel a little better wearing it as she took me into a large room. There were a few dozen people there. I couldn't tell which were humans and which were friendlies at a glance.

"This is my first time." I whispered to her. She grinned up at me and nodded.

"I know sweetie. Don't be nervous. I will walk you through it. Here you are, this is your table. Have a seat and get comfortable. I am so glad you found us alright." She pushed me in to a booth with a small light in the middle.

"How do I know who is... who?" I asked timidly. She giggled at waved her hand.

"Don't you worry about that, look at this here. This controls your light. Keep it on white until you are ready to invite someone to find you. If you prefer a girl, set it to pink; if you prefer a boy, set it to blue; and for either or other types turn it to green. When someone approaches that you like, you invite them to sit with you and turn it back to white." She showed me as she scrolled though the different settings.

"So I don't have to approach anyone?" I said in relief. She nodded.

"Right! Our friendlies are more than happy to come see you. We want you to feel safe and in control. When you have selected one of us, then they will take you to a private room through that door there or you can arrange to do it in an alcove here. Whatever you feel more comfortable doing." She patted my hand and I noticed when she realised she had slipped.

"So you are... a friendly? Wow. You are much better at this than my brother's...." I blurted. She was so natural when she spoke. Not like Emrys and his constant slipping. I must have said the right thing because she smiled really big and hugged my arm.

"Thanks! I work really hard for it! Shall I go now?" She looked at me a little hopefully. I hesitated. She was really nice and cute... but not what I was looking for. I bit my lip and nodded.

"Sorry, Lily. I'm looking for someone a bit different." I admitted. She sighed a little but got out of the booth and headed back to the other side of the room. I flipped my light to blue and waited with bated breath. The first to approach me was a rather petite looking man with black hair that fell into his eyes.

"Hello there. My name is Bertram." He bowed a little and I nodded at him. He looked far too young to me. I was not like my brother-in-law in the slightest for that regard. I wasn't looking for his type. I wasn't sure what to say to him that was polite. Did I say no thank you? Maybe.

"Hello Bertram, thank you for coming over. I am looking for something else." I said nervously. He smiled kindly at me and moved to the next table with a blue light. This was easier than I thought it was going to be. Another man approached the table, and this time he was a little closer to what I wanted. For starters he looked around my age.

"Good day. I am Koppány, but you may call me Kay. Do I suit you?" He leaned forward with a hand on my table and I smiled a bit. Those muscles were nice. This could do just fine. He grinned a little bit when I nodded slightly.

"Do... do you want to sit?" I gulped. What the hell was I doing? He sat opposite of me, probably sensing my nervousness. I flipped my light to white and then didn't know what to do with my hands. I settled for placing them on my thighs as I regarded the vampire that now sat across from me. I could tell he was tall when he was standing, now that he sat across from me I realised he was huge.

"You seem very nervous. Are you certain I will suit?" He intoned in a deep voice. It was soothing really. I nodded again.

"It's my first time. I mean, doing this ever not not just being here or you know going to a bar picking up a person for for well whatever." I stumbled over my words a little and he held my gaze steadily. I blinked as he shifted slowly until he was closer, then held out his hand to me. I took it after a second.

"We all have our firsts. I will be glad if you decide that I shall be one of them." He replied. Oh my god. He was too perfect. Honestly those words had my nerves dissipating like a bad dream. I held onto that hand tighter.

"I, uh, I think I might like that." I admitted timidly. Who was this person inside my body right now? It felt like I was staring out from my eyes and something inside me had taken over my senses. It was timid and excited for what was to come.

"Where do you wish to be bitten?" He asked me softly. I licked my lips.

"In a private room?" I replied. He smiled at me, glanced down for a second and then patted my hand.

"I mean, where on your body?" He was nearly whispering now and it felt as though he was even closer. My mouth watered at the thought of his mouth on my skin. Where did I want him to leave his mark? Where wouldn't she look?

"M-my thigh? Is-is that okay?" I gulped again after I managed to answer him. He was actually right next to me now, only inches away. I could feel his breath on my face. His hand came up and stroked my hair gently.

"Yes. That is perfect. I will take care of everything. Come." He shut off the light entirely and pushed me gently to get out of the booth. I stumbled a little, but he held me carefully as he directed me to the other door. The one that took us deeper into the depths of the dungeon. The one that took me closer to fulfilling my wildest dreams and fantasies.

He opened the door onto a long hallway and showed me to a room. His name was on a plaque to the right as I walked in the doorway. It was his room. The light was dim and the furnishings simple. A bed, a couple chairs, a side table and a coffee table. I could see a few personal items, like a book with a page marked and a motorcycle magazine.

"Will it hurt?" I asked him. He shut the door gently and considered me.

"Do you want it to?" His reply made me laugh a little. He approached me slowly as though I was a frightened animal ready to bolt. I wasn't going to run. I wanted this.

"A little. I'm not really sure. I just can't get it out of my head." I mused. I walked over to one of the comfortable looking chairs and took a seat.

"Tell me." He breathed as he followed me. He was rather beautiful as he strolled across the room. I closed my eyes so I could picture it once more.

"I opened the door. He had him pinned to the wall and was roughly pounding into him." My breathing quickened. It wasn't that part that had me mesmerised.

"The vampire had him pinned?" I heard him ask. I shook my head no.

"No, my brother had the vampire pinned. They are lovers, and Em lets Leon do it as though he is helpless. But his grip is too firm and his eyes are too calm to believe he is a victim. His eyes, they are red and his teeth are sunk in deep. He growls at me, finishes his meal, and then licks Leon's neck with a grin. His teeth are covered in blood." My heartbeat is racing now. I can feel the one with me now, closing in on me.

"Then what?" I hear him so close to me that I shudder from the sound. My eyes pop open to see two sexy red ones staring back at me.

"He comes inside him after the boy feeds on him. I can see blood and sem*n. I can hear the panting of my brother." I whisper back. He leans forward and kisses me softly. I deepen it so I can feel the dangerous brush of his teeth. He is beginning to understand exactly what I want. His hands stroke my legs as he kneels before me.

I burrow my hands in the rich locks of his hair. I can feel him pulling at my clothes and it excites me. My trousers are down around my ankles. I didn't wear under garments. He pushes me back away from his tempting lips and I watch as he descends on my body. Those soft tresses caress my legs. A warm tongue licks into the crease of my thigh.

He takes me into his mouth half hard. It doesn't take long for me to fill up with my excitement. The wet warmth makes me close my eyes in relief. When was the last time...? No. I don't want to think about it. The time is right now, while this magnificent creature has me in his mouth. Am I in charge? Or is he? Does it matter?

I can feel my balls tighten with the height of my arousal. It was quick, but then it had been awhile since I had something this stimulating to bring me to it. Part of me wanted to prolong things, so I could enjoy the feeling of being on the cusp of a great orgasm. His hands soothed me as he pulled back and I knew it was time.

His mouth opened, just like the boy's that time, and it is full of sharp teeth. His grip tightened momentarily, as though keeping me from pulling away from him. His teeth, sweet Lord above, they descended quickly into the meaty flesh of my leg. I gasped at the sharp pinch as they penetrated the skin. It made my toes curl as his hot mouth suckled the wound.

He stared up at me and I whimpered like the blood slut I really was. He was beautiful. My essence flowed into his mouth and he pulled back to show me his blood stained teeth before he licked them clean. His hand ran over the gash and reached up to take my cock in hand. I shuddered at the sight of his long, lean fingers as they pumped me slicked in my own blood.

I let my head fall back. My orgasm overtook me and my abs clenched as I let loose my seed into his waiting hands. I looked up at the ceiling and couldn't find it in myself to condemn my actions. This was the best I had felt in years. I sighed and looked back at the man who had given me such a great time. He was sitting there and nonchalantly licking his fingers clean.

"Thanks." I said to him. He grinned.

"My pleasure." He replied. He moved to get up but I grabbed his shirt and held him back. Not literally, because I knew he was much stronger than I, but enough that he waited to rise.

"Can I see you again?" I wasn't sure how this worked now. Would he always be here? Could I request him? He grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I was put to rights by his swift, sure hands and waited for a reply to my question. Then he went to the side table and pulled out the drawer. A small white card was extracted and handed over.

"Certainly you may. Call me and I will be here." He pecked a kiss on my lips and showed me back out to the bar. A drink was pressed into my hands and I was urged to have some. It was a sports drink, and it quenched a thirst I didn't realise I had until the cool liquid was flowing down my throat.

I wasn't rushed out the door, and when I finally did leave the building there was a part of me that was surprised it was still daylight outside. I was in a daze. I wandered back down the street to the parking lot and stared at the familiar face in my car window. I didn't look any different but damn I felt different. I looked down at my clasped hand.

His card was clenched tightly in my grip and I forced myself to relax it. I held the card in front of my face. All it said was 'Koppány' in bold script and then a phone number below it. No pictures. No titles. Nothing to give away what it was.

How long were you supposed to wait when you called your vampire after the first time?