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himself was still fully dressed, his jeans and underwear shoved down just far enough to reveal his stiff cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs twined around Gabe’s thighs, Harvey took Gabe’s shaft and clasped their cocks together.
    They kept kissing till Gabe moved Harvey to lie back on the bed, pushing his T-shirt up to his armpits. Harvey’s lean body was smoothly defined, bearing aspects of both youth and maturity. It all added to the contradictions that made up Harvey and drove Gabe mad with desire. Retrieving the condom and lube packs from his hip pocket, Gabe entered Harvey with minimal preparation. Harvey’s eyes flashed amber at the first intrusion, but he pushed back against it, forcing Gabe’s cock deeper. It was hard, pile-driving sex, the sound of flesh slapping punctuated with guttural groans.
    When he leaned down for a kiss, Gabe held Harvey’s head in place by the hair—somewhere in the back of his mind, he was wary of the fangs. Thinking of them was the only thing that kept him from coming too soon, but when Harvey pulsed and tensed around him, body arching and moaning out loud, Gabe couldn’t hold back any longer.

Chapter Three
    Gabe stared at the ceiling, and it stared back at him blankly. Once the carnal madness was over, he’d become conscious of the fact that his whole life, everything he’d lived by for the last several years, had been turned upside down—again. Last time it happened he had struggled against it to no avail. He was now older, wiser, or maybe just more fatalistic. Either way he figured he’d try to go with the flow. But first he’d pull his pants up.
    “You’re doing it the wrong way. Those are supposed to come off.” Harvey remarked.
    Gabe turned to him. Harvey had stripped his T-shirt off and was completely in the buff. It looked good on him. Something was off, though. The skin on Harvey’s stomach and chest was hairless, smooth and clean.
    “Have you…”
    Harvey followed Gabe’s gaze. “Oh that. Dry orgasm. Comes with my…condition. It was weird at first, but I got used to it. Don’t even miss it much anymore—less mess to clean up. Does it freak you out?”
    Gabe shook his head. That was the least of the freak-out factors of the night.
    “Something is bothering you, isn’t it?”
    “No. I’m fine.”
    “Liar. I bet you’re having a bit of a cognitive dissonance.”
    “A what?”
    “Being all mixed up about this, and vampires in general. It’ll help if you talk about it.”
    A part of Gabe wanted to talk and get the weight off his chest, but life had taught him to be wary—a trait that had saved his skin a few times before. So he gave a noncommittal grunt in reply.
    Harvey studied him as if trying to read his mind. “Are you still wondering why I haven’t ripped your throat out, and if it’s some convoluted plot to tenderize you for the biannual Vampire Ball?”
    “There’s a biannual Vampire Ball?”
    “No, I made it up. Answer the question.”
    “No. Yes. Maybe.” Harvey seemed harmless at the moment, but Gabe hadn’t forgotten his fang-bearing fury of their first face-to-face.
    “Hmm. Let me give it to you straight then: I don’t know what crazy-ass commie vampires you were running with, but that shit wouldn’t fly over here.”
    “Oh really? Why not?”
    “Think about it as natural selection, adaptation. Seriously, it’s all nice and dandy to do the old hunter-and-prey act when you’re out there in the wilderness. Let’s say I’m the hyena and you’re the gazelle. Who’s gonna make a fuss if I break your neck and eat your liver for breakfast? Nobody, right? But imagine if the gazelles were organized, had weapons, police force, media, politicians—the whole nine yards. Every eviscerated hoofer would make the news. Soon the hyena would be the hunted one. And soon after there would be no hyenas.”
    “You have a vivid imagination.”
    “It helps me through lonely winter nights,” Harvey said, grinning. “Anyway,