= The Vampire Virus and the Gay Vampire: Part 1

By TopLegal

WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and
sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you,
is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of
legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of characters in this
story to the living is purely coincidental.

(c) 2011, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
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[Ed Note: It's been more than three years since my last story was
posted I remain quite limited in my writing abilities due to carpal
tunnel. Thanks to all my fans for the continued support.]

== Introduction

"Where to start, well, it could be at my birth on January 1st,
1979?"

Bradley nodded in agreement, "Let's start there for now."

"Well, it was a dark and stormy night," I said keeping a poker face.
Bradley picked a pillow off the couch and threw it at me. I laughed.

In some sense, the whole discussion was unfair, Bradley is one year
older than me and he rescued me, quite literally, from a burning
fire when I was seventeen. We've been inseparable ever since. He
helped me get my first job, both of us as flight attendants after we
moved together to San Francisco.

It was not until late 2006 that we had sex with each other for the
first time, a story in itself. Right around then was when I entered
the professional poker scene and made us our first few millions.
But, the events Bradley was interested in had happened a week
earlier.

"So remember how at the London Poker Invitational 2009 in March I
pointed out that older gentleman?"

"David you've known me thirteen years have you ever known me to
remember a face," Bradley asked.

"Well, there was a distinguished very British looking gentleman
watching from the front row. He handed me a card at one of the
intermissions and suggested we meet at the Army and Navy Club if I
won."

"Why didn't you mention this at the time?"

"It didn't seem all that important," I responded, "it is not like I
could have known that the gentleman would proposition me to 'come
across' to becoming a vampire at the time."

Bradley laughed, "Really, a vampire?"

"Hear me out," I said, "I am only willing to do this if you come
across to, it's a package deal."

== Anthony

I arrived at the gentleman's club promptly at seven o'clock to meet
Anthony. I was flying high off my win of one hundred million pounds
at the poker invitational-the largest poker prize ever.

"I trust you won," Anthony said in a strangely condescending tone.

"Yes," I said, "biggest poker prize ever."

Anthony sneered slightly and continued, "I doubt the poker world
would be pleased to realize just how effective you are at reading
them."

"What?"

"Yes, you were the only person in that entire crowd that was not
enthralled by me."

"Enthralled?"

"Do shut up, listening does not require that you talk," he said.
"For lack of a better word, you seem to be able to read people's
minds: telepathic. Normal humans usually kowtow to my wishes, the
thrall or enthrallment. You didn't because of your telepathy meant
you were seeing through the thrall and I could sense that."

I sat dumbfounded and allowed Anthony to continue.

"Your ability makes you interesting to us. Us being vampires. I am
therefore prepared to infect you with the virus and bring you
across."

I became even more perplexed, "Vampires?"

"Yes, it's not the whole Ann Rice or Bram Stoker thing, it's a
virus, possibly alien in origin, with some effects the two most
salient being living forever and an intense need to drink blood from
a live human to feed."

"I should get up and leave," I said.

"You haven't because you know I'm not lying and because you are
curious."

"So live forever, never get old?"

"Basically."

"Downsides?"

"In my seven hundred years since coming across, it's gotten harder
and harder to feed. The whole CSI, DNA, fingerprinting, video
camera, etc., thing. And once you come across the hunger is intense
even if it is not strictly required for survival."

"And my telepathy is interesting because?"

"I've conducted more than my share of experiments on my fellow
vampires to understand us, understand our hunger, our ways of dying
and I have reason to believe that you can use your ability to
control the hunger."

"So what, that's not really it, come clean."

"Excellent," Anthony smiled gleefully, "you're right, there is one
thing I crave after seven hundred years: a chance to sleep again.
I'm convinced if you come across you will be able to figure out how
to help me get a night's sleep."

I made a face of contemplation as I mulled the offer.

== Bradley

There was more, but Bradley interrupted me: "Why would you think
this is a good idea?"

"Live forever-barring being beheaded, stay young, fabulous, and with
you. Seemed worth considering."

"He could just have forced you?"

"Probably not, his glam or thrall does not work on me. And the last
thing he wants is an enemy, he can afford to wait another seven
hundred years for another telepath."

"Are you really?"

"A telepath," I responded, "probably, since as long as I can
remember I've always had a pretty good idea what people were
thinking."

"So what's are the full terms of this Faustian bargain?"

"Well aside from becoming a 'vampire'?"

"Yes, he would demand something to bring me along. I would be a
liability."

I got up and kissed Bradley full on the mouth and forced my tongue
into his mouth. "This is why I love you Bradley, you think ahead.
Yes, there are some prices to be paid to get you included."

"And they are?"

"I will be brought across fully awake."

"Meaning?"

"I will suffer incredibly as the vampire virus in his blood attacks
every cell in my body."

"That's barbaric."

"It's of no consequence to you." I positioned myself so I was
sitting straddling Bradley's lap and facing him.

"I don't want you in pain," Bradley responded and grabbed my body
close to him and kissed me back.

"It's my choice, there's no guarantee he would drain me to the brink
of death before bringing me over."

"What else?"

"He reserves the right to use me-and only me-sexually on demand. His
feeling is that since sex usually ends in him killing his prey,
having a willing sexual subject makes the 'burden' of bringing you
across as dead weight bearable."

"No," Bradley said firmly. I forced my tongue into his mouth.

"Again, my body, my choice. We let Justin use both of us sexually,
this is hardly different."

"Justin is at least interested in both of us sexually and making us
both happy. Anthony is interested in hurting you," Bradley
protested.

I jumped in, "Justin punishes us pretty severely from time-to-time
with the belt."

"That's different."

"The decision is yours not mine now, I am at peace with the
choices," I said and kissed him again.

"Can I sleep on it?"

"Of course."

"Good, now strip, I am hornier than hell now and want to fuck your
brains out," Bradley said.

I stood up off him, removed my clothes as he unzipped his pants and
pulled out his cock. I sat back down on him and maneuvered to ride
his cock. The sex was passionate and we kissed intensely. After he
orgasmed, we moved to the bedroom. I had him strip and get on all
fours and I fucked his ass and then had him suck my cock to orgasm
inside his mouth. We fell asleep exhausted in each others arms.

== Decision 

Bradley refused to tip his hand and I decided against probing his
thoughts too closely.

"David one important question before we meet Anthony at his lair,"
Bradley said as we stepped out of our hotel room at the Dorchester
in London.

"Shoot," I responded.

"Can you protect me from being enthralled by him?"

"I think so."

"Good," Bradley said as he kissed me, took my hand and lead us
towards the elevator.

We took a cab to Anthony's residence and headed inside. The place
was a mansion and looked like servants were required, but there were
none apparent.

"Welcome," Anthony said as he lead us from the foyer to a formal
sitting area appointed with furniture right out of the Palace at
Versailles. "Please be at ease here it is not a museum."

We sat down together on a three hundred year old couch and Anthony
sat across from us.

"Decision time," he said calmly, but clearly directed to me.

"It's up to Bradley," I responded.

"Yes," Bradley said calmly.

Anthony moved across to us quicker than seemed humanly possible and
grabbed us to our feet and towards a basement area. A windowless
white room had two stretchers.

He pushed Bradley onto one stretcher violently, bared fangs and
started sucking the blood out of him.

I watched has Bradley calmly closed his eyes and then Anthony
abruptly stopped feeding. Cut a massive gash in his wrists and
forced the blood into Bradley's mouth. After what seemed like two
liters of blood trickled into Bradley's mouth Anthony pulled away
and back away from Bradley's apparently lifeless body.

The whole thing could not have taken more than a minute but it felt
like it was in slow motion. I rushed to Bradley's lifeless body,
there was no apparent pulse and he was not breathing.

Anthony was leaning against the wall. "Not to worry he'll come
across, your turn now, let's get you restrained."

Despite looking weakened, Anthony threw me onto the stretcher and
strapped me down in just seconds.

He cackled maniacally and bared fangs. "This will hurt you quite a
bit."

The wound from feeding Bradley blood had already healed but he
gashed his wrist open again and forced my mouth open.

His blood was rushing into me and then it suddenly felt like I was
being ripped apart from the outside in. And I was. The vampire virus
was attacking every cell in my body and I was fully alive and awake
through my own painful death.

I screamed at first and then just suffered.

The process was excruciatingly painful and lasted for two hours. As
someone who had been brutally physically and sexually abused from
ages six to seventeen-when Bradley rescued me-I can categorically
say this was worse. Way, way, way, worse.

Every part of my body felt like it was on fire and being attacked
from the outside in. Anthony stayed over me laughing with his fangs
bared as I suffered.

== Hunger

The process took several hours. I lost track of time to the pain,
but when I felt sane again Anthony was still there laughing. He
released me from the restraints and told me he was going to get us
some food.

My body felt alien to me. Bradley was still lifeless on the other
stretcher. I went over and felt his pulse, none. Then I felt for my
own. There was none. I was dead and yet still very much alive in a
different sense.

I allowed myself to collapse on the floor and considered the
enormity of what had happened over the last few hours. I had allowed
my lover Bradley and I to become hosts to a virus, or more
accurately perhaps a parasite, that now was one with me. My life as
a //homo sapien// was over and my new life as a host to this virus
had begun.

No more Krebs cycle, no more aerobic respiration, no more food. The
biological basis on which my future existence rested was unclear,
but quite alien.

I sat with my face in my hands and tried to cry, but no tears came
forth. My body had been rewired to survive on blood.

I noticed Bradley's body move and I stood up to comfort him as he
came awake gasping for air that he no longer needed to breath.

"You ok?"

"It felt so peaceful," he said, "you do ok?"

I lied, "Yeah, piece of cake."

A second later a rush of Bradley's emotion washed over me, raw,
intense, animal hunger. "Anthony said he was getting food," I
offered helping him off the stretcher and onto his feet. I could
feel his hunger almost as if it was my own.

I thought silently, "strange I'm not feeling it myself, but I should
be, this is why Anthony wanted me to come across."

We walked back up the stairs to Anthony's impressive sitting room
and found him holding court with two young women. "Ah, Bradley and
David, so good of you to join us. Allow me to introduce Grace and
Ruby," he said making gestures to indicate the association between
people and names. "Grace was just explaining to me that she is
planning a holiday to Tenerife."

I found my voice, "Fascinating, do tell." I said as I sat down next
to Grace. Bradley was slower to react, his hunger though drove him
to Ruby's arms quickly enough.

Taking my first human as food was surprisingly easy. Anthony's
thrall was keeping them calm and subdued. I bared my fangs and bit
into Grace's neck easily. The fangs inject a venom quickly that
further subdues the victim and helps the wound heal up without a
trace.

There was no mess or swallowing necessary, the fangs help suck the
blood directly into whatever system in my new body uses the blood.
When I felt her heart stop beating, I felt strangely aroused. But I
continued drinking until I felt I had sucked every drop of blood
from her body. Strangely satiated, I withdrew my fangs and noticed
that almost instantaneously the wound was gone.

I felt suffuse with a warm glow and could feel the vampire virus
attacking and converting the newly ingested blood cells into vampire
cells.

Bradley made a bit more of a mess of it managing to break Ruby's
neck as he sucked her blood out. The thing I noticed was that his
hunger level was still intense. I reached out more aggressively to
probe Anthony and realized that for most of our kind, Bradley's
level of intense hunger and need to kill-to-eat was normal.

Older vampires that survived for a while like Anthony learned to
manage it to a degree. Younger, reckless vampires, tended to end up
getting killed or caught by police or angry villagers due to being
careless while hunting.

We are killable you see. Not easily, but it can be done. Beheading
and incineration work the best. But riddling our body with a clip or
two from a semi-automatic gun can usually drain our bodies enough
that if we do not feed immediately we will, well die again.

So, now some of Anthony's hesitation to bring two across was clear.
As species go, we are very lethal predators. And most predatory
species hunt alone and live more alone. You need a large hunting
ground if you are going to feed regularly. Two bodies each night is
harder than one. It's also easier for things to go wrong.

Anthony had mentioned the issue of modern police science. It really
was about the //Locard// exchange principle:

{{{

  Wherever he steps, whatever he touches, whatever he leaves, even
  unconsciously, will serve as a silent witness against him. Not
  only his fingerprints or his footprints, but his hair, the
  fibers from his clothes, the glass he breaks, the tool mark he
  leaves, the paint he scratches, the blood or semen he deposits
  or collects. All of these and more, bear mute witness against
  him. This is evidence that does not forget. It is not confused
  by the excitement of the moment. It is not absent because human
  witnesses are. It is factual evidence. Physical evidence cannot
  be wrong, it cannot perjure itself, it cannot be wholly absent.
  Only human failure to find it, study and understand it, can
  diminish its value.

}}}

"What do we do with the bodies," I asked.

"Cremation is best," Anthony said, "I have a friend who runs a
mortuary, we can make a deposit now."

He threw some duffel bags on the floor and Bradley and I gathered
our dinner into the bags. Lifting the women was surprisingly
easy-vampires are nice and strong.

We stuck the bodies in the back of his Saab and drove a few miles
outside of the central part of London before reaching a mortuary.

"Bring the bodies," Anthony said calmly.

We lifted them from the hatchback easily and into the mortuary.
Anthony had his fangs in the neck of the gentleman at the mortuary
in seconds.

"The venom in your fangs keeps them in line," he offered, "the trick
is remember not to drink."

The gentleman took our duffel bags without question and loaded them
and then fired the bodies into ashes like it was nothing. We waved
bye and returned to Anthony's residence.

"Bradley," Anthony said as we arrived, "try to close your eyes and
rest, it will help you manage the hunger, not that you can sleep."

I kissed Bradley on the cheek and nodded in agreement.

== In the Room with Locard

Anthony waited until Bradley disappeared up the stairs to resume
talking, "you are fine on the hunger issue, yes?"

"Yes," I responded, "eating felt quite satisfying, but also not
necessary."

Anthony smiled and I caught a glimpse of a memory of him tormenting
another vampire. He smiled more and added, "after a hundred years I
took pity on the poor sap and set him on fire to kill him so he
wouldn't kill me."

"So the hunger is artificial?"

"The virus wants more infected hosts and if you kill enough you can
afford to spare a liter of blood to infect others with ease
regularly."

"The virus wants world domination?"

"The virus wants to multiply, world domination might be a side
effect."

"But enough about vampires for now, we need to discuss //Locard//
and how he applies to tonight's dinner, no?"

"It had to start from the moment you targeted our dinner, CCTV
everywhere, license plates, hair, DNA, fingerprints, footprints,
credit cards."

"Yes, every detail must be planned. I was a bit on the reckless side
tonight since I needed to feed two here, but I still took many
precautions."

"Such as?"

He rattled off a list rapidly, "Renting a car with a fake identity;
enthralling the rental car clerk so she mixed up the rental details
in the computer; obscuring the license plates with mud; wearing
non-descript clothing; covering my head, eyes, and hands to limit
CCTV recognition; picking up prostitutes who are less likely to be
cared for; picking them up in a quiet location..."

He rambled for several minutes longer.

"You made mistakes though like bringing them here. Their
fingerprints and DNA will be all over this room. And what about
ours?"

"Ah, there's one aid we get as vampires, look at your hands, no
prints. And you do not have DNA in any form that current technology
can sequence. So you only need to focus on the victim."

I smiled, "That's convenient."

Anthony replied, "Quite, but it also causes vampires to get
careless."

"So you need me to get the car stolen so it is trashed?"

"That's a start."

I picked up the rental's keys as well as a cap and drove off in the
car to leave it in a bad neighborhood where it would get stripped.

I walked back to the house about ten miles contemplating my new life
and my new constant enemy, the police. My desire to feed would put
me in a constant battle with them. Cremating the bodies was a clever
device since it made the case more missing persons than murder, but
one slip in a fit of hunger and the walls could come crashing down.

== Faust

I arrived back at Anthony's residence around what must have been
nine in the morning based on watching the traffic pick up and city
come to life around me. Bradley was downstairs, and hungry.

"You took long enough," he said with irritation, "Bradley wanted to
call 999 for emergency services." He laughed. "Now, I've more than
fulfilled my end of the bargain so far."

I nodded, knowing he planned to abuse me sexually in front of
Bradley. "Go ahead. Bradley do not intervene in any way, just sit
and watch."

"That's right Bradley: heel," Anthony said sneering at Bradley. Then
he was across the room and throwing me onto the floor. My pants were
off and he was thrusting into me in seconds. It hurt, well not
exactly since I no longer feel pain as such, but sort of like
continuing to breath, my body felt a hard thing thrusting into my
anus. No lube. That's supposed to hurt. So your brain makes you
think it hurts.

He thrust in and out for a while and then stood up, turned to
Bradley and said, "David's got a nice ass, it's so hard to find
someone who can survive getting fucked by me anymore, I'll enjoy
using David every time I visit you."

Then he walked out of the house. Bradley came to my side, held me,
and kissed me comfortingly.

"Let's get back to America," I said.

"I'm hungry," he responded.

"You can go more than one hundred years without eating unless you
suffer blood loss, control the hunger."

"Dave why aren't you hungry?"

"I suspect it is because of the telepathy, I'm controlling the
mechanisms for hunger."

"Can you help me?"

"I'm planning to try, but I think it is best if we leave here, go
back to San Francisco and start trying to settle in."

"You mean find our hunting grounds?"

I nodded.

== Hunting

We took a car service to Heathrow where we checked in at British
Airways new Terminal 5. Whisked to the First Class lounge we relaxed
before our flight.

In the lounge, I made the mistake of mindlessly eating some food in
the lounge. I managed to hold back the need to vomit for about a
half-hour and then excused myself to the toilets. I purged my
stomach of the offending food and returned to the lounge.

Bradley smirked slightly. I could sense his thoughts, "Mr.
Smartypants is all about not leaving DNA behind when we eat, but
forgets we can only eat blood."

And in a sense he was right. We still were breathing in and out from
thirty-or-so years of breathing being necessary. It was not anymore,
but we were still doing it.

I decided I needed a **lot** of books if I was going to survive the
upcoming ten-plus hour flight without being able to eat or sleep. So
we left the first class lounge for a store where I picked up a
half-dozen books and then we wandered to our gate.

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