Ivan
I wasn't sure if these people would like me, so I put on my cutsie face. I think it worked. That girl, Rose, certainly didn't look like she wanted to harm me. I think that other one, Alicia, was checking me out. I was going to have to talk to her, well them, about that. Makiel had instantly caught my attention. He was breathtaking. That Jared, too, was simply gorgeous. I wasn't so happy about the shift schedule he was giving me, but I was new and young. I had no say in the matter. I wonder if he already knew about my sexual preference? If he did, he certainly wasn't showing it. I seriously doubted any of them would hold my being gay against me. Vampires just don't care that much about that sort of stuff.
I was waiting tables that night. I tended to mingle with the customers more than most vamps, so I asked Jared if it was all right. He said that he was glad to have someone that wasn't disgusted by humans. He said I could do what I wanted with them, as long as no one ended up hurt. I laughed at that and asked if this was a gay-friendly bar. He chuckled and nodded. Again he said that I could do what I wanted, with whom ever I wanted, as long as they were gay too. I grinned at that and went off to find some boy to grind.
I did find someone, actually. I was on my break, out on the dance floor, amongst throngs of dancing people. I stumbled upon a group of guys all rubbing together, and joined in. There was one, a little runner boy, who took my fancy. He had short blond hair in what looked like a slightly over grown army buzz-cut. He was small and wiry and looked to have a lot of spunk (no put intended). We ended up grinding a little to the side of his friends.
"What's your name?" I asked him, my tongue darting out to lick his ear.
"Will, yours?" His voice was pleasantly deeper than I would have expected.
"Ivan." I ran a finger along his ribs.
"That accent real?" I smiled. Showing off some fang.
"Yup. Gust got off the boat from good old England." I actually had gotten off the plane a while ago, but I left out the details, chalking them up to artistic license. "Come here often?"
"It's my favorite." He pressed into me a little more at that.
"I see." I did. I ran a finger along his jaw and over his lips. His tongue darted out and licked my digit. I would have really loved to go further into this with him, but my break was up. I told him as much and he acknowledged, reluctantly.
I went back to fetching things for people (not my cup of tea, when I have a cute little human waiting for me at least). I did get a few good tips though. I was off to the kitchen to hand in the order when he caught up with me.
"I'll be back tomorrow night. Will you be here?" He did his best to be non-shalant about it.
"Yah, and, actually, I'll be on display." I remembered my new shift schedule.
"Seriously? Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." I nodded and watched as he walked out of the bar. I was looking forward to tomorrow. I was also wondering about tonight. I already knew that I would be going to my new nest with Jared and the others. I was just worried about the mundane: if the others would accept me, if people would mind that I was gay, that sort of thing. Random snapshots of dread would flicker past my line of vision. What was the worst that could happen? They could kick me out, but that would be better than what happened back in Europe. If I didn't have the undead's ability to regenerate (heal) quickly, I would be dead (not un-dead) for sure.
I was almost hesitant as I climbed into Jared's car for the ride back to their house. I only had one duffle with me; it held a couple pairs of black slacks, a few black button-down shirts, underwear, and something sexy. I figured that if I needed anything else I could buy it, or, like the shirt I was wearing now, I could get it from the bar as part of my uniform. I held the duffle on my lap until the black mustang parked behind an ancient beauty. The mansion must have been something in its glory days. It was still magnificent.
Jared showed me to my room. It was on the second floor, in the corner. It was the least desired room in the place because it was on the eastern most and highest floor. Thankfully the mansion had been fully light proofed. The windows were filled in, except for a tiny slit in the upper left hand wall that was covered in some UV blocking material. There was a big four poster in the middle of the room along with a few big chairs, a closet, a bathroom, and a desk. I unloaded my stuff into the closet. I was worried about using the bed, it being so un-light-proof, and wondered why they hadn't given me a coffin, or something. Suddenly I realized that the entire room was the coffin. I was certainly looking forward to sleeping in a real bed again.
It was almost dawn so I stripped down to my boxers and slid between the covers. I settled into the cushions and was gone for the day.
The next evening I enjoyed dolling myself up for Will and the other customers. I squeezed into my sexiest leather pants, they were tight and had an interesting detail: the zipper was exposed to the world and went all the way from the front to the back so the pants could be easily split in half. I didn't wear any underwear, or shoes, but I did indulge in a black leather vest. I spiked my hair and put on a bit of eyeliner. I slapped on a touch of red lipstick and made my way downstairs.
I joined my more modestly dressed co-workers in the lobby of the palace. I got a couple admiring looks from various nest-mates and tried not to strut. We piled into Jared's car and Alicia tried to make conversation with me.
"So, Ivan, you're from England." She was sitting to my left in the back seat. Rose was in the passenger seat, and Jared was driving. I don't know how Makiel got to the bar, but I didn't ask.
"Yes." Does she know I'm gay yet?
"So, how does and Englishman get a name like Ivan?"
