Thunder rumbled gently in the distance as lightning danced around the sky outside the window. The bedroom window was slightly ajar, sending the gauzy black curtains fluttering in the breeze. Ryan lay in bed bathed in the blue light of the moon. He was sleeping peacefully until he heard the heavy sound of a door closing. He bolted up into a more alert position. Then he heard the floor creak…again…and again. Someone was in the house. The creaking continued to grow louder and it came closer and closer to the bedroom. Ryan backed up as far as he could on the bed. Suddenly a dark, imposing figure filled the doorway. The lighting flashed outside allowing Ryan to glimpse the perpetrator. His nerves came toppling down when he realized it was Stephen. He sighed heavily.

"Did I scare ya, there?"

The sound of Stephen's accent was soft and relaxing.

"A little bit," Ryan replied.

"I'm sorry," the large man replied, leaning over the bed and kissing his lover softly.

"You were out pretty late," the small one declared, "I was starting to get worried."

Stephen sat down on the bed and began to take off his shoes, "I know, I'm sorry. This weather is terrible and the full moon isn't helping. It's madness out there."

"Really?"

"Yeah," the Celt continued, "muggins and thefts all over downtown…and don't even get me started on the drivers out tere. It's like the end of the world or someting."

"Oh…" it was clear by his tone that Ryan was starting to get unnerved.

"But don't ya worry, lad. Ya got the Celtic Warrior to protect ya!" Stephen smiled as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Mo laoch!"

The two kissed again. Stephen shifted his and climbed up onto the bed fully. He slowly began to crawl up the bed, laying Ryan and climbing on top of him in the process. The intensity of the kissing grew stronger. Stephen began to plunge his tongue into his lovers mouth deeply. He alternated using his tongue and nipping at Ryan's bottom lip. He worked his way across Ryan's cheek and began to nibble on his ear for a bit, then he continued on to the neck where he alternated sucking and biting.

Ryan moaned and gasped in pleasure. He slid his partner's shirt up and over his head. He then began to claw at Stephen back. The large man growled in pleasure. He began to gyrate and thrust his pelvis into Ryan's. His raging erection was evident even through the heavy denim of his jeans. Stephen stood up and removed his jeans and boxer briefs all at once. Then he lunged back onto the bed and tore off Ryan's sleeping shorts and t-shirt, literally tearing them.

"I think the full moon is getting to you too," Ryan laughed.

"You have no idea," Stephen growled diving right back into the kissing and grinding.

Stephen's large, white hands, tugged at Ryan's dark auburn hair. Both of them loved this kind of rough power play, but tonight it was in overdrive. Stephen raised himself to his knees and then walked himself forward until he was straddling Ryan's chest. Tugging the hair firmer, Stephen forced the boy to take the throbbing member into his mouth. He used his large hands on either side of his lover's head to guide the movement back and forth. Soon he began to thrust as well. With each thrust, he plunged as deep as he could until he heard the boy begin to gag. The slow thrusting elevated into a rapid pump. Ryan continued to suck with delight.

Suddenly, Stephen climbed off his partner and instructed him to get on all fours. Ryan obliged, presenting his round, plump ass to the Irishman's face. The man dove right in with his tongue. He began to tongue the hole with such force that Ryan gasped in surprise. Stephen gripped the boy's hips firmly, pulling him into his face. The muscle began to contract slowly. As it loosened up, Stephen began to insert his fingers one at a time. Ryan moaned in pleasure.

"Please…" he whimpered.

Stephen crept back up so the two were face to face and kissed the boy. His hard cock grazed the waiting entrance, teasing.

"Please what?" Stephen asked.

"Take me," Ryan replied.

With very little warning, Stephen thrust hard, forcing himself all the way inside of his lover. Ryan began to cry out, but his screams were stifled by a barrage of fiery kisses from his man. The pain began to subside and turn to pleasure. Stephen worked slowly at first but quickly built himself into a frenzy. Even at an increased speed, each stroke was strong and deliberate. He grabbed Ryan by the ankles and began to use his grip for extra leverage. After a few moments like this, he released the boys ankles and then grabbed his arms, pulling the boy up as he laid back. Ryan was no positioned astride the Irishman, who bucked wildly.

Stephen made love to Ryan with a beastliness the two had yet to experience. Ryan couldn't help but give into the wildness himself. He began to grind into his lover's thrusts, while dragging his nails down the broad, muscular chest and torso. The two continued like this for several minutes. It was pure ecstasy for both parties.

As the time drew near, Stephen sat up. Instinctually, Ryan locked his legs around the Celt's waist. The new angle caused the tip of Stephen's cock to press directly into Ryan's prostate. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes, grinding in perfect time. Finally, the pleasure began to take over. Ryan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He groaned loudly. It only intensified as Stephen began kissing his neck.

"Oh, God, Stephen!" Ryan was on the edge, barely hanging on.

Ryan extended his head back fully, crying out in pleasure. Stephen continued to kiss his partner's neck. Then he drew back slightly. Giving a snarl, he reared two huge fangs. Suddenly, just as the two spiraled into orgasm, he plunged them deep into Ryan's neck and…

Ryan jolted awake in bed. The sound of thunder rumbled gently in the distance; the storm was passing. He sat up and surveyed the room. Everything was tinted in an eerie mauve color – the sun would be rising soon. It took a minute for Ryan to assure himself that the wild love making, and Vampire Stephen, had been a dream. In the corner, the TV let off a haunting glow. The menu screen for HALLOWEEN 4 played on loop. He and Stephen must have fallen asleep watching it last night. Glancing down, Ryan saw the large pale body lying in the bed next to him. Stephen lay on his stomach, mouth agape, and snoring lightly. Ryan stretched himself over the man, careful not to wake him, and grabbed the DVD remote from the nightstand. He powered down the player and carefully replaced the remote. He then snuggled down next to his lover and allowed himself to drift back to sleep. His heart was slightly aflutter. It was his favorite day of the whole year – Halloween.