Note: I do not own Sookie Stackhouse.
Second note: Do not read if you are disturbed by any of the following: graphic sex, gay sex, the fetish community in general (especially leather and power exchange). depictions of consensual BDSM, vampire/human sex scenes, and showing love and affection of puppies who need it.

To my reviewers:
I must thank TMack25 and AlphaSprout for their encouragement, as well as danielle. As well, I do appreciate the comparison to such a loved movie, although I myself have never seen the movie and have no basis of comparison. Still, thank you.

Diary of a Fangbanger

Chapter Two
Flesh

I contemplated going over to him, sipping the beer as I considered it. This night could prove to end my total confusion as to the whole ordeal I had been through. At the very least, a one-night fling could result, and it had been awhile since I'd been able to just cut loose and enjoy another man's body. And what a body it was. He looked like he could be a diver, with thick shoulders and strong arms. He was most undoubtedly strong; even from this distance; it was obvious. And he obviously knew he was wanted. Eyes from around the small saloon tended to linger on him, some with fascination, some with shades of fear. But all of them contained more than a healthy amount of lust. This man was no fool, so surely he knew exactly what they were thinking of him. Yet the seat adjacent was empty. He was alone. And he wanted me to come over. This man...

I stopped myself before I jumped at him. I had to look at the opposite hand. What if he was not even there that night, and the whole ordeal was a dream? If it wasn't, how had my boss forgotten him so completely and so suddenly? He hadn't been lying, I could see that clear as day on his face. But how could anyone forget him? And what if he was beckoning me over to eliminate the seemingly only memories of his presence there? Or just eliminate me? And how could someone just up and make a guy forget like that, anyway?

I bit of a tingle went down my spine. My boss, well, he had his leanings. I'd seen him back home at my favourite bar there, before it had burned down, and it was most assuredly a gay-oriented one. I'd even done some recon there, and on a certain male-for-male fetish site, and discovered that he had quite the taste for certain things. One thing in particular: hypnosis. That might explain the memory part, but it still left a whole gaping hole of unanswered questions.

Those eyes stared into me. Those eyes. I found myself walking over to him before the thought had completed in my head. I really could use a Daddy for the night, I reasoned with myself. As I drew closer, I got a better look at him. His hair was exactly as I had dreamt. Purple, I thought to myself amusedly. His tips are purple. He had on a leather vest and black leather pants. His large hands signaled I should sit down, and I complied. He smiled a warm smile, although his teeth weren't quite again, neither are mine, so I wasn't about to complain. All I could think to do was smile back at him, a nervous smile. I took a drink of my beer, just a sip, and just sat there, nerves on end.

His hand extended towards me, and caressed the side of my face. Just slightly cool, but not so cold it make me flinch. It made me relax so softly, I half closed my eyes as I found myself leaning closer to him. When he spoke it was like shicking me awake from sleep.

"I have been expecting to run into you again," he said, ominously. I may have been more disturbed if he had not had his hand on my cheek, softly rubbing it. "It seems curious that Fate should choose today for it to finally happen."

"Today?" I asked, starting to snap out of the lull I had been in. "What's so special about today?"

"Have you not seen the news?"

I'd been packing and on the road all day after I left what used to be my job, and had not a chance to hear or read anything in the news. Not that I usually did, but today was particularly absent from the media. "What happened?" I asked, now quite curious.

"Oh, it does not matter for the moment," he said, dismissively. Perhaps even evasively, I though.

"But-" I was stopped short by his mouth meeting mine, a strong, forceful kiss. He separated my lips with his forceful tongue and worked it into my mouth. My head was swimming with enticement. This rough, forceful kind of man was just was I had been needing. Never before had a man stolen a kiss in such a way that left me so breathless and agreeable. And agreeable I was, as when he asked (after stealing another kiss) if I would like to go over his, I could do naught but nod in submission.

The drive was quite fun, although there was not much exchange of words. I couldn't saw much, of course, my mouth being quite full for the duration. As we pulled up to his place, he pulled my head off his lap and laid another huge kiss on me. This man knew my big weakness: raw dominance. He wasn't rude or mean about it, of course. the best way I can explain is to say the man knew what he wanted, and how to get it.

He pulled me through his door, me fully expecting to head straight to the bedroom after getting in. After all, he hadn't gotten to the point of completion in the car, and I knew he was ready and willing. Instead, though, he pulled me to the bar, and placed me between himself and the bar. His hands roamed all oer me, and I was vaguely aware of slight tugging on my clothing. One of his hands found a nipple, and started on it rough and uncompromising, sharp but sensual pain for mutual arousal and pleasure. He was in for a bit of a shock when he drifted over to the other one, however, and found a large bit of metal through it. The only effect it seemed to have was him going at it even rougher and bolder than before. I closed my eyes, riding the warm wave of pleasure that his hands were so expertly dealing to me. This continued for what had to have been a couple hours. I opened my eyes, the dim light helping them not burn from brightness, and noticed that somehow when my eyes had been shut, he'd gotten my shirt off without my noticing, and my pants were around my ankles, down by my boots, with my skivvies down by my knees. Man, this guy knew how to charm the clothes right off a guy.

I let out a moan, and I'm sure at this point I had been calling him Daddy under my breath, because his next actions were probably a response to that. He quickly grabbed my hands with his large ones, and slammed them down onto the wood of the bar. "This is going to hurt, boy, get ready for it," he half-grunted, as I felt something slightly cold and slick right on the outside of my ass. "Take it boy," he said before I'd a chance to react, and shoved himself deep in, making me almost scream with the pain and suddenness.

In some ways it was an ordinary fuck. I'd been fucked over tables before, and a bar is not much different. The feeling of a large cock inside me from an overly-hasty top, I was no stranger to. The fur on his chest was scratching at my back, and he seemed quite fond of nibbling on my neck, both of which I am fairly used to, and in fact, quite love. Even having my hands held down was not knew to me, although it had never been done my brute strength with another man's hands. He was thrusting harder and deeper than I had ever known any man to go, and his stamina was unrivaled. And although the pain had been sharp at first, it went away so quickly, even the soreness dispelled, that just does not happen. I knew my neck was getting red, and I'd have a mark to remember this night by for quite awhile. And still he pounded. It was not long after that, I could feel the rush go through him, could feel the swelling of the rubber, and knew he had climaxed.

But he did not stop. He was an animal. He continued at my neck as he continued to fuck the hell out of my ass. I was vaguely aware that the skin broke at one point, which just made him go over another wave of orgasm. He seemed to just ride that wave for several minutes, all the while using my body. I could swear he was sucking at my bleeding neck. After his ride was over, he pulled out. The sensation of the swollen rubber added to all the other sensations, and compounded in my own climax. Then I passed out.

When I woke, it was still dark. I was lying on a bed in silk shorts in a dark room, and I rubbed my eyes. Man, that had been a night. Lights flicked on, and I stared up at the man who had taken me over waves of pleasure, desire, and so much more. I wanted more.

"You were out quite some time, Tobey," he told me. Hm, so maybe it was night again. He waved a hand around the room. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you need it. I had your posessions brought here from the hotel you were staying at. I knew you had only paid through this afternoon, and I knew you needed a place to stay."

My face flushed, part anger, part embarassment, and part admiration. He had invaded my privacy, had obviously found a way into my hotel room, had probably been following me for awhile, had dressed me, had put me up in a spare bedroom, and he had given me the best night of sex I had even had. And, despite part of me really wanting to be mad at him for what he did, it was all to help me. "I appreciate your offer," I said, cautiously. I couldn't hold it in any longer. "What are you?"

"My name is Ashe," he replied. "I am a vampire."