brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:brynwrites:Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is techn

brynwrites:brynwrites: brynwrites: brynwrites: Story Introduction: Sell Your Blood.(This is technically only part of the title but it’s really long so go with it.)I didn’t find time to make a little intro for the first book in my new series of m/m contemporary vampire romances, but I’m doing it for this one by golly! This book features: A demi-sexual, overachieving baby vampire with a PhD and anxiety. A tired half-human vigilante forever trying to make up for his past. A shady pharmaceutical company. Vampires as social commentary. Vampires as sexy night creatures. Selling your blood to a vampire because he’s adorably desperate and way too rich and his fangs are nice and now you have a crush fuck.   Stick around for some daily rough draft snippets as I write the book! Aaand the drafting is on! Enter: one incredibly anxious vampire… And now his entire completely sculpted life was falling apart around him. Because of one tiny accident. A tiny, itty-bitty disaster that hadn’t even been his fault. He was pretty sure on that fact. He’d overanalyzed it at least fifty times that evening, and after another fifty he was prepared to bump ‘pretty sure’ up to ‘mostly sure’ before the whole processes started again tomorrow. It hadn’t been his fault, right? Oh no, the vampire is hot. Whatever is a poor almost-human to do? Justin, bleeding and pinned against a statue, had absolutely no right to be noticing how the vampire’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, or the heat of his thigh pressing up the inside of Justin’s, or the way his hand darted into Justin’s hair to push back his head, his gaze locked on Justin’s throat. Any second now, Justin was going to pull away. That was the reasonable thing to do when being cornered by a strange vampire in an alley. Any second now.   Any—  But as he reached his arms up to break free of the vampire’s hold, the vamp’s oversized fangs sunk into his skin and his world tilted. ‘Why is he like this, help,’ says both of them @ the other. “You have to lick the bite closed. Otherwise it’s like sex with no orgasm after.” The vampire jerked back. “Why the hell would you compare it to that!” Clearly, he’d never been bitten before he was turned. Justin wanted to find the vampire responsible and string them up for their negligence. “Just lick it already.” He groaned. “Frankly, you’re responsible for the gash on my knee too.” “I’m not licking either of them. It’s humiliating and unsanitary.” “You were the one who bit my neck in the first place!” “I was desperate then.” “Fine, lick my fingers instead, I’ll do it myself.” “God, no that’s worse!” Justin couldn’t make out the vampire’s exact skin tone well enough in the shadows of the alley, but he swore he was blushing. “This is getting ridiculous, dammit. Just do it,” he growled. “Not while you’re sitting on my lap!” All new additions will be added below the read more until the end of the draft. I may casually reblog it when I add ones I particularly love; muahaha. Keep reading There’s a ton of new additions below the previous cut, but here is a special update to mark the book’s halfway point!!Clementine is finally acting like a proper vampire! (Both he and Justin are, unfortunately, is still proper fools, which is not a prognosis likely to change for another 40k words…)Clementine grinned just to show off his fangs, catching Justin’s gaze out of the corner of his eyes. “You want me to bite you?”The intake of Justin’s breath and the slight tightening of his fingers seemed answer enough, but then his expression hardened around the edges. “It’s what you’re paying me for, isn’t it?”New additions henceforth will be under this cut instead:This snippet was chosen by fellow writers for being “horny.” That is all.Clem brushed three nails along the underside of Justin’s wrist, his fangs on full display. “Come here,” he murmured, not quite hitting the purr that Isaiah had managed, and stepped back.Justin inhaled. He lashes fluttered. He left the cart, following Clementine like a fish on a hook. The first stride he took out of the streetlamp’s reach, Clem grabbed the front of his jacket. A flash of worry hit him as he pulled—maybe this was too much—but Justin laughed, breathless and rough. “Grabby,” he whispered.“Shush,” Clem said, pressing him into the crook between the wall and the door. “Let me touch you.”Clementine isn’t the only smol person in this relationship.They were supposed to meet tonight. Justin couldn’t imagine pulling himself back down the stairs though, much less acting like he was strong and attentive as Clementine bared his fangs. A bite would be nice right now though, along with the venom it came with, and Clem’s even voice and precise fingers. Were the vampire someone he could invite in, someone he could keep in his life for better or for worse, then Justin would have told him to come in a heartbeat. He would have let Clementine slid off his shoes at the door and climb onto the mattress, curl up at his side and gently suck on his wrists as they talked about nothing and everything until the pain dimmed and the world came back into proper focus.If only he’d ever done a single thing to deserve that kind of tender affection from Clem.The companion to the smol… is also smol…Justin hadn’t wanted to meet last night, and now Natalie had shown up looking like she’d gone ten rounds in a back alley. Clementine hoped it hadn’t been Justin that she’d fought, but he hoped, too, that it had been him and not one of the vampires, because he at least knew Justin’s strength and skill, knew that he could take care of himself. He could take care of himself. But it would be nice if he trusted Clem to take care of him too. It would be nice to pick him up food, to cover him in blankets and bring him warm drinks and fiddle with his hair, slipping little shots of venom into his wrists whenever he asked. To be there for him in all that entailed.Can you see what’s happening. (What?) And they don’t have a clue. (Who?)Justin kept looking back at him, first as though he might vanish if he didn’t, then more and more like he was actually seeing Clem: there, alive, healthy.“Fuck.” Justin pressed his hands to his face. “I thought.” He looked at Clem again, looked so deeply it brought a flush to Clem’s cheeks. “Fuck.”Clem set the car back into drive. “You came here… for me?” He felt like he was seeing Justin for the first time too. It was beautiful, and terrifying, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it. He was Justin’s. It hadn’t fully sunken in until now.Yes obviously they’re kinky, why do you ask?Clem growled, a little teasing, but a little impulsive too. When Justin glanced back at him, he lifted the edge of one lip, slipping his tongue along the side of his fang. Justin’s nerves lit up. He swallowed. ‘There’s someone else I’d rather bite… right under their noses,’ he’d said.What would it be like to be bitten here, to feel the rush of the venom while surrounded by these people who’d despise Justin almost as much for accepting it as they would Clem for giving it? His heart thudded a little faster. He wanted to know; he wanted to feel Clem’s fangs in him like a dirty secret.Protective big sister time <3He sighed and tried to give the woman something that wasn’t just a baring of teeth. “We’re not actually together.”Odysseus lifted one brow. “That’s worse.”Justin cringed.“He likes you.” Her voice went soft in a way that was a little bit dangerous, her long legs bringing her so close to him in a single step that her towering presence sent an instinctual chill up Justin’s spine. “Whatever this is you are both playing at, he is not playing.”Aaaaand more ~sexy feels~“Reggie’s friend is your boss’s…” But suddenly the fairy prince’s affiliations didn’t seem all that important compared to the hand that Clementine was sliding along the small of Justin’s back, and the heat of his breath in Justin’s hair as he leaned in. A shiver ran straight through Justin’s body, settling as an ache between his legs. If only those long, delicate fingers of Clem’s would slip a little lower, sneak beneath the fabric of his jeans, if only—He breathed out, trying just to enjoy the desire without running with it places he could never let it go. It was hard, with Clem’s mouth at his ear, the urge to tip his head until his neck was bared for Clem’s teeth making every other desire hotter and blissfully painful. “I’d much rather focus on you,” the vampire whispered, the gently music from the speakers fading out to make his voice antagonizing crisp.Also just plain feels ;)Clementine knelt beside Justin, supporting the Justin’s hand in one of his own, and softly, ever so softly, he found himself brushing his fingers through the man’s hair. They weren’t faking being couple for the party anymore, he reminded himself. They weren’t even conducting their newfound feeding ritual of light touches and devious teasing. Justin was just here, more vulnerable than he’d ever been before and utterly alone with Clem, and playing tenderly with the man’s hair felt right.It wasn’t sexual, exactly—or it was more than sexual, more than romantic, even. It was the only possible outcome, the epiphany, the epitome, the ascension. It was a promise that he was there and would keep being there for as long as Justin needed him. More coming soon~ -- source link

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