The Modern Vampire By Topher Email: irishlad1987@yahoo.com
This story is entirely erotic fantasy. None of the characters contained herein represent any person, living or dead. Any similarities to real people or places are purely coincidental.
This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex between consenting male adults. If such material is offensive to you, I suggest you don't read it.
The story revolves around Vampires, and will contain vampire related material. If such things bother you or offend you, do not read the story.
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Chapter 2
Adam drove around for about an hour, no particular direction, just drove. His mind was racing, if only Cory had listened to him about the gun. His security precautions would have prevented this if his Brother ever cared to listen to him.
He called the office, requesting two security agents to station themselves at the hospital and keep watch over his brother 24/7. He wouldn't be immediately needed at the office, so he decided to head home.
He let Remington out into the fenced backyard to take care of business and grabbed a beer from the fridge. It was only 11:30 in the morning, but he needed a beer. He wasn't sure what to do, he felt useless. Bill would have the house just about cleaned out by now, his Brother was at the mercy of the hospital for the foreseeable future and he had absolutely no leads on his Brother's attack. He needed to find out what the cops knew about it, but he wasn't sure how to go about that just yet.
He made the decision to just relax for now, he changed out of his work clothing, put on some gym shorts and a tank top and went out back with Remington, who was busy pissing on every blade of grass he could find.
He mowed the lawn, did the few dishes that were in the sink and finished his beer. By about 4pm, Remington decided it was too hot to enjoy being outside, and Adam let him back in. He scratched Remington's head and watched a program on TV about WWII.
His cell phone rang, startling him, "Hello?"
"Adam! Glad you answered. I'm getting a few guys together for poker tonight, want to join?" His buddy Quinn asked.
"Sure why not? It's been a while since I had a night with the guys," Adam admitted.
"Dude, you are 28 years old, you should be living life to the fullest! You take your work to seriously, you know that?" Quinn had been his college roommate, they had become good friends while attending school, and their friendship had continued after graduation as well.
"When and where?" Adam asked.
"Paul offered to host, he has a nice big house, barbeque. I'm bringing steak," Quinn said.
"I'll bring beer, how much is the buy in?" Adam asked.
"Nothing extreme, how's $50 sound?"
"Fine, what time?"
"Seven, and feel free to bring a guest," Quinn said.
"Not seeing anyone right now, Quinn," Adam responded.
"Lame, find someone anyway, I think everyone else is bringing along a guest. More money in the pot," Quinn laughed.
"Fair enough, I'll see you at seven," Adam hung up. "Well Remington, I'd take you along...but I doubt dogs play poker." Remington cocked his head to the side, his tail wagging slightly.
He checked to make sure he had enough cash to buy in to the game, and went to get the beer. It was still early yet, but he hated doing things at the last minute. He decided to swing by the hospital and check on Cory one more time before the daylight expired.
When he got to Cory's room, he found it empty, all of Cory's things were still there, but Cory was not. As luck would have it, Sean was still on duty.
"Oh, Mr. Grenwich, your Brother is still in surgery, probably for another hour or so I would guess," Sean replied.
Adam looked at Sean for a moment, a sudden idea popping into his head, "What time do you get off work?"
"My shift is over at 6, unless they need me to stay longer," Sean replied, "Why?"
"Feel like playing poker tonight?"
"Sure, I'd like that," Sean said, his excitement evident.
"Here is my cell phone number, I'll pick you up if you'd like," Adam suggested.
"Sure, I'll need to run home and shower first, but I'd appreciate a ride," Sean said.
"Well, it's almost 5 right now, I'll stay and hang out until 6 if you'd like?" he offered.
"Hospitals are terrible places to wait in," he scribbled down something on a piece of scratch paper, "Here is my address, just meet me there," Sean handed Adam the paper.
Adam glanced at it, immediately recognizing the neighborhood. Sean didn't live in a particularly good part of town, high crime rate with many vacant and run down houses. He found it odd, Sean was probably making good money, so why live in a place like that? He kept his mouth shut though.
"I'll be at your place around 6:30," Adam said.
"I'll see you then." Sean dashed off to finish his shift duties, leaving Adam with a quirky smile on his face.
He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about Sean that intrigued Adam. He was cute in a dorky, yet intelligent way. Adam was glad he had accepted the invitation to play poker, he was sure Sean would fit in with the rest of the guys. And besides, it was a good way to get to know him better.
The intercom was blaring overhead; paging a Dr. Montoya to exam room 3, the message repeated twice then the intercom went dead. Adam left the hospital, returned home and spent the rest of his free time with Remington, who was all too happy for the company.
Sean's house was indeed situated in the wrong part of town, and although his house was nicer than most of the others, you could tell just from looking at it that the place was old and rundown. He had a nice landscaped yard though, with green grass and dark red volcanic rock along both sides of the driveway. There wasn't a weed in sight, and the trees were all healthy and taken care of.
Sean's truck, a beat up old Chevy, was parked in the driveway. The garage was open, but there wasn't even space to park a scooter in there, it was full of a vast array of junk, some piles taller than Adam.
He knocked on the door after trying the doorbell, which didn't seem to function. Sean yelled for him to just come in, he would be out in a minute. As Adam opened the door and walked inside, he was pleasantly surprised by how nice the inside of the house looked. It was well decorated, a futuristic design; lots of straight edges, blacks and grays and fancy technology. Now he knew where Sean spent all his money.
There was a large flat screen television mounted on the living room wall, with surround sound speakers throughout. He had a large patio, with lawn chairs and a grill, as well as a hot tub.
Sean came out; he was wearing a tight fitting pair of jeans, still shirtless, which Adam didn't mind at all. Sean was surprisingly muscular without his scrubs to cover everything up, "Sorry, I'm running a bit behind," Sean explained.
"No need to apologize, I'm sure we won't be the only ones to arrive fashionably late," Adam replied.
"I just have to iron my shirt real quick and we can go," Sean said, disappearing back into a hallway.
"Bah! It's a night of poker and beer with the guys, you don't need to look like you are going on a date or anything," Adam said, following him.
"I guess I could just throw on a t-shirt," he said skeptically.
"Do it," Adam teased, assuming a frat boy inflection, teasing him.
"You're making fun of me?" Sean said, cracking a large smile.
"Just a little," Adam sat down on Sean's bed while he rummaged through his clothes to find a shirt.
"Do I need to get anything? Beer? Snacks?" Sean asked.
"I've already got the beer, my buddy Quinn is bringing steaks for the grill, so maybe something that will go with steak," Adam suggested.
"Potatoes," Sean immediately said.
"Somehow I knew you were going to say that, you Irish and your potatoes," Adam liked teasing Sean.
"I am what I am," Sean shrugged, laughing. He finally found a shirt and threw it on, put a spray of cologne on his neck and was ready to go. He grabbed a bag of potatoes from his pantry and they headed for Paul's house.
"So what do you do for a living?" asked Sean.
"Private security for my Brother and his company," Adam replied.
"Oh cool! Do you get to carry a gun?"
Adam lifted his shirt, revealing his 1911, "It goes everywhere with me," he patted the gun affectionately.
"Wow, that's awesome. I only own one gun, a lever action .22, good rifle, but hard to carry around without drawing attention," he said.
"Yeah, I could see how that would be a problem," Adam said.
"Have you ever shot anyone?"
"I spent ten years as a marine, I've shot many people," Adam replied.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry," Sean said, getting quiet.
"Yes you did, and don't worry about it. Everyone I shot was to protect myself or my buddies, clean kills. I've never had to shoot anyone as private security though," Adam added.
"My father was a county sheriff, he was shot and killed by an federal agent accidentally during a cartel standoff," Sean said, "It happened when I was young, I hardly remember him."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Adam cleared his throat.
"Okay, change of topic, too much heavy stuff," Sean said awkwardly, "What do you do for fun?"
"I shoot a lot; there is a range just outside of town that I try to go to once or twice a week. I also hunt, fish, camp, hike, pretty much anything outdoors. Poker with the guys, and I've got a dog, Remington, who takes up some of my time.
"Nice! We will have to go camping at some point; it's been years since I went."
"Think you can get enough time off of work?" Adam asked.
"As long as I give them advanced warning, it will be doable," Sean explained.
"Pick a week and we will go, I make my own schedule, especially now that my Brother is hospitalized," Adam said.
"Should I consider that a date?" Sean asked, lightly punching Adams shoulder in a joking way.
"If you want too," Adam shrugged.
They pulled into Paul's driveway, there were a few cars already parked, looks like most everyone was already here. They grabbed the potatoes and beer and let themselves inside. Everyone was in the kitchen or out on the patio, about twenty people in all.
Quinn wasted no time greeting Adam, "I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone?" He scrutinized Sean.
"I'm not, I just met him this morning," Adam said, elbowing Quinn in the ribs.
"Stranger danger!" Quinn teased, "My name is Quinn," he held his hand out to Sean.
Sean shook his hand, "I'm Sean, nice to meet you."
"He's definitely your type," Quinn said, laughing.
"And how would you know my type? Huh? Straight boy?" Adam said, grabbing Quinn around the neck and vigorously rubbing his knuckles on his head.
"Well, you remember...that one time at band camp..." Quinn burst into laughter.
"Hey now, I told you...that never happened!" Adam said. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed.
"Sounds like an interesting story, care to share?" asked Sean.
"Oh no...no, no. We are not nearly drunk enough for that story," Adam said quickly.
"Here, have a beer, both of you," Quinn handed them each a beer and then took a sip of his own.
"So is this everyone?" asked Adam.
"Not quite, Paul invited some of his co-workers, female co-workers," Quinn said, grinning from ear to ear.
Adam rolled his eyes, "Breeders." They all laughed.
"Are we the only gay guys here?" Sean asked Adam.
"Yep. I don't usually get along with gay guys, all of my friends are straight," Adam said.
"Well, we seem to be getting along fine," Sean pointed out.
"Because you are normal," Quinn interjected, "At least as far as I can tell."
"It's the normal ones you have to watch out for. They are usually freaks in bed," Paul joined them.
"I never kiss and tell," Sean pointed out, "Especially with a room full of straight guys. Inevitably, one of you always has to bring up pussy, and it's just not my thing."
"This is a really open group, straight; gay...none of it matters. We are friends, good friends who don't tolerate bullshit," Paul said.
"Are you all Marines?" asked Sean.
"Quinn is the only one still active duty, but yes, we are all marines," Paul responded.
They were interrupted by the doorbell, and as soon as the door swung open, several women strolled through. Quinn was immediately on the hunt, greeting each one individually. Paul left to greet the newcomers as well, leaving Adam and Sean alone, everyone else was out on the patio.
"So, what do you think?" Adam asked, watching Sean's face intently.
"About?"
"This. I mean, poker night with the guys? Are you comfortable?" Adam wanted to make sure Sean wasn't too far out of his element.
"Oh, I can hang. I'm not scared of a bunch of straight marines," Sean took a long swig of beer and sat down at the kitchen table. The setting sun was shining its last light, pouring through the patio door and making Sean's head look like it was on fire.
"Cool, need another beer?"
"Sure," Sean dutifully finished the one in his hand.
"We need music," Adam said suddenly. He walked over to Paul's entertainment system and after a few moments, had some tunes playing.
The rest of the evening was the typical poker night, although women were present, they were far too drunk from the wine they had brought to interfere with the game.
Paul broke out a bottle of whiskey early on for the men to drink and they all discovered that Sean wasn't very good at holding his liquor. Needless to say, he was one of the first players to lose, followed closely by Quinn, who was in a hurry to disappear with one of the women.
Adam was doing well, but the longer they played, the worse Sean became. He was starting to get sick so they cut him off and sat him down on the couch with a bottle of water and a bowl of rice.
"So where did you find him?" Paul asked, "Sean."
"He's a nurse at the hospital where my Brother is at," Adam told them, "He was awkward around me, several different times, couldn't speak properly. And he kept staring at my crotch whenever we talked. Knew he was gay, so I figured I would invite him. He seems like a truly decent guy," Adam said, "I fold," he threw away a pair of threes, knowing that Paul probably had the straight.
"Not a whiskey drinker though. That's minus man point's right there," Quinn said, getting up from the table and flopping down on the couch next to two of the more beautiful women who had shown up.
"Ignore him," Paul said, "You smile more around Sean than I have seen you smile in a long time Adam," he dealt out another hand.
"There's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on it," Adam couldn't help but glance over at his newfound drunken friend. Sean was just about to pass out on the couch, his water bottle half empty and the bowl of rice sitting in his lap.
"He gonna be okay?" Paul asked.
"He will be fine. I'll make sure he gets home okay," Adam bet on his hand, ten of spades and King of hearts.
"Where does he live? You gonna be okay to drive?" Paul asked, sincerely worried. "I've got a spare bedroom and a couple extra couches, you are welcome to crash here."
"Spare bedroom is taken!" Said Quinn, guiding the two women back into the hallway toward the bedroom.
"Guess I will have to burn those sheets tomorrow," Paul said, chuckling.
"He lives down on the lower east side of town," Adam answered, betting again, he had two pair now.
"Hell, not too far, but that part of town isn't exactly safe at night," Paul pointed out, answering Adam's bet.
"Yeah, I'm okay to drive, I'll probably just take him back to my place," Adam had no intention of taking advantage of Sean in his drunken state, but he wasn't about to leave a drunk friend alone in a bad part of town, even if he lived there.
"Suit yourself," Paul said, calling the hand.
The river card was a King, making Adams hand a full house. He won, $500 dollars and several pats on the back. One by one, the guests started leaving, giggles, grunts and thumping could be heard from Quinn and the ladies in the spare bedroom.
Sean was passed out, snoring like a chainsaw on the couch. Adam helped Paul clean up the kitchen.
"So what the hell is the situation with your Brother?" He asked as he finished putting away the glasses in the cupboard.
"He was assaulted, badly. Didn't have his gun on him, went walking alone at night and got jumped. Cops have a theory, but no leads, and Janice was cheating on him," Adam told the story.
"I wanna have a smoke, care to join me?" Paul said, pulling out his pack of cigs and grabbing a lighter from the counter.
"I'll go out with you, but I stopped smoking two years ago," Adam said.
"I never liked that bitch. High strung and needy, not to mention bitchy," Paul sat down in one of the lawn chairs and put his feet up on a bench. Adam took a seat next to him and sipped on a glass of water.
The moon was out, bright and full, giving everything a soft white glow. Paul's automatic sprinkler system kicked on, giving them a pleasant background noise.
"She's hiding something, when I questioned her, I could tell she was holding something back," Adam told him.
"Women like that revel in their ability to keep secrets. Not just any secrets either, bombshell secrets that can ruin lives. My ex was one of those women, didn't realize it until after I knocked her up." Paul killed the last beer in two gulps.
"Janice will get a visit from Karma at some point in her life. I know a guy who knows a guy, they are always looking for new models for those donkey shows in Mexico," Adam burst into laughter.
"You are a cold son of a bitch, you know that?" Paul said, laughing along with him.
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this Paul, my Brother was almost dead when the ambulance got him to the hospital. I'm not going to let whoever is responsible walk free, it will be dealt with one way or another," Adam finished his glass of water.
"I hear you. Transgressions against family are serious. Fucked up shit. Do me a favor though, if you get in over your head, call for backup. We are here, your Brother is our brother, don't forget that." Paul assured him.
"I know it. That's why I love you guys," Adam said affectionately.
"I'm fucking tired, gonna crash, throw me a text when you get home so I know you made it safe," Paul said, getting up, a little wobbily on his feet.
"Sure thing Paul," Adam stood up and hugged him. "Thanks for tonight, I had a great time."
"Don't be such a stranger either, would be nice to see you more than once or twice a month," he walked into the house and stumbled to his bedroom.
Adam went inside, locking the patio door behind him and woke Sean, who was still fucked up.
"Come on buddy, let's get you to bed," Adam said, helping him to his feet, "Put your arm around me, there you go," he guided Sean out to the Jeep, seat belted him into the back seat and drove them to his house.
Faithful Remington was there, impatiently waiting at the door as Adam walked Sean inside, "Just one minute boy, let me get our new friend to bed and then I will let you out," Remington wagged his tail in acknowledgement.
Sean was semi-conscious at this point and asked Adam for a glass of water. Sean sat him down on the couch and let Remington out in the back yard. He poured Sean a cup of water and sat down next to him.
"Sorry bout this...embarrassed," Sean said, gulping down the water.
"Don't be, I'm glad you came," Adam assured him.
"Me too," Sean agreed, "You are so cute," he added, resting his head on Adams shoulder.
"You're drunk," Adam said, poking Sean in the ribs.
"Just a wee bit," Sean said, trying ineffectually to protect his ribs from Adams pokes.
"You have to work tomorrow?" asked Adam, pulling out his cell phone and sending a quick text to Paul.
"What day is it?" Sean asked, suddenly trying to concentrate.
"Well, its three in the morning...so today is Saturday," Adam answered.
"No, I don't work today, unless they call me in," Sean looked like he was going to fall asleep again.
"They can't call you in if you don't answer," Adam suggested, "Either way, I'm tired. You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch, come on I'll show you to the room." He was about to get up, but Sean stopped him, pulling him back down.
"Only way I'm passing out in your bed is if you are in it with me," he said insistently.
"I'm not going to argue with you about it," Adam said casually, "I need to let Remington in, I'll be right back." He pulled open the sliding door and Remington trotted inside, immediately going up to Sean and sniffing him curiously.
"I think he likes me," Sean said, rubbing Remington's ears.
"He and I have that in common," Adam said, pulling Sean off the couch and walking him back to the bedroom.
"I've got to pee," Sean said suddenly, nearly falling over.
"Bathroom is over there, I've got a spare pair of gym shorts if you want to wear something more comfortable to bed," Adam grabbed them out from his dresser and handed them to Sean.
"Thanks," Sean didn't even bother to close the door as he unzipped and pissed. Adam quickly undressed and threw on a clean pair of boxer briefs. He folded back the comforter and sheets and climbed into bed.
Sean finished, and despite being drunk, managed to wash his hands before coming out of the bathroom. He stripped in front of Adam, pulling the gym shorts on and climbed into bed next to him. Without asking, he snuggled up close to Adam, spooning with him.
"I'm the big spoon huh?" Adam said, enjoying the body contact.
"I prefer it that way, yes," Sean admitted. He grabbed Adams arm and wrapped it around his chest, "No funny business though, I never kiss on the first date."
"Never say never," Adam said, gently turning Sean's head and kissing him deeply. Sean eagerly returned the kiss, despite his half hearted protest. Adam refused to take advantage of Sean being drunk, and so kept himself in check, his lust temporarily satisfied with the kiss and cuddling. Sean was too drunk to last long in the comfy bed, and was soon fast asleep, pressed tight against Adam.
Remington jumped up onto the foot of the bed and turned a few circles before settling down in his customary spot.
Adam smiled, for the first time in a long time, he was happy. Everything was a giant mess, his brother was fucked up, the attacker on the loose, but here he was, cuddling with a cute red haired nurse. He softly kissed the back of Sean's neck and fell asleep with him.