Precincts: Chapter One - Over Sombre Lake

The wind was gentle but made it cold beside the lake, especially because we weren’t wearing much. Cooper stared out. He looked so sad, as always, and seemed quieter than usual.

“Cooper? Is there something wrong?” I whimpered. His gaze at the water broke and he looked over at me attentively. We sat on a tree that was fallen but not rotted in the least and it was beginning to get dark as it was almost 8 o’clock. The water shimmered, reflecting the gorgeous purple and pink lights above it. We were in the middle of the country and it was the most wonderful place to watch the sun set and the stars come out.

Cooper gave me a weak smile and shook his head.

“No, Dustin. Everything’s perfect,” he replied. He took my hand into his own which was a little rough from all the work he did and ran his middle finger along each of mine. I stared into his eyes for a second. They were soft and blue like the water on a clear blue day. A light sweep of wind blew my hair across my face and I turned to let it fix my hair. All the way across the lake, two deer stood frozen. They’d been grazing but suddenly looked up as though there was something approaching them. I watched them as Cooper did this odd action and wondered what was over there scaring them. I looked back at Cooper to find him glaring at me.

“What?” I asked, shocked at the way he was looking at me.

“Why can’t you and I just be together a minute without you getting distracted?” he hissed. I rolled my eyes and shook off his hand. I always felt like he was being needy when he was with me. I got down from the tree which was suspended about 4 feet above the ground and walked toward the lake. The moon was beginning show over Sombre Lake and nothing was more welcome of a sight. I didn’t hear him climb down or even approach me but I did find myself suddenly wrapped in his arms from behind.

“We’re best friends, right?” he asked. I breathed slowly trying to keep my excitement to a minimum. Whenever he touched me I always felt a rush of pleasure. His voice was near my ear and his chin brushed my shoulder. His body was dry now as we’d been swimming almost 5 hours ago but his trunks still felt damp on my legs. His were longer than mine and I felt them against the back of my thighs. I could feel his soft black hair brushing my neck as it hung down to his shoulders. That strange feeling of euphoria dripped through my body slowly and I took a moment to answer him.

“Of course, Cooper,” I sputtered in response. He clasped his hands together around me like he was about to perform the Heimlich and kissed my earlobe. I was feeling dizzy now, overwhelmed by everything.
“So you’re not mad that I love you, right?” he asked. I swallowed hard.
“No, Cooper. I love you too,” I admitted. I did. There was no denying something that felt that great. Suddenly his lips touched my neck and he began to suck slowly. I gripped his wrists, trying to keep myself from toppling to the ground and failed.

“Shh, you’re alright, Dustin,” he whispered. He lowered me to the ground. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, trying to clear up my head. When I looked up the first thing I saw was the deer and their large eyes were gazing at me. But who was behind me?
I looked up at Cooper and saw that he was looking at them. GLARING at them.

“You should go to the tent, Dustin. I need a couple of minutes by myself,” he said. I wasn’t sure why he wanted me to go but I stood and stormed away trying to show how pissy it was that he’d shrug me off like that. I was at the camp for almost a half an hour completely alone before he finally came back.
“That was more than a couple min-“ I stopped myself. His bare chest, his swim trunks, and his mouth were covered in blood.

“Dustin, we’re not going to talk about this, okay?” he suggested. He went to his duffel bag and asked me if I’d get some clothes out for him and carry them to the lake so he could get washed off. I did as he asked and stood by the lake as he took his shorts off. His cock was hard and thick and poked out straight from his smooth, lean body. He stepped into the water and rinsed the blood off of his hands, face and chest that had not yet stained his flawless skin. I had a suspicion of what he’d done but it was extremely far-fetched. The deer were no longer across the lake.

It had to be past eight by then and the sun had completely faded along with all the hues of purple, pink and red. I could only see Cooper’s gorgeous body in star and moonlight. I sat on the tree again, playing with the string on the sweatpants. I didn’t talk about it with him because I was scared of what he’d say. I was afraid that I might be right.

He got out of the water and grabbed a towel that I’d brought. As he cleaned up, he looked at me carefully. He was gorgeous. He was tall and pale and his body looked so sweet and smooth. He walked toward me, holding the towel in front of him so I couldn’t see his cock, and reached for the sweatpants.

Finally I could wonder no longer

“Cooper? Did you kill those deer?” I asked. He looked at me for a moment with an emotionless gaze. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about or if he was angry or surprised or worried.
“Yes,” he finally responded. He walked closer to the tree and put the towel onto it. As he unfolded the sweatpants and began to put them on he laughed a little. “Yes I did, but I’ve got a question for you, too, Dustin,” he paused. He pulled the sweatpants up and I could still see how hard he was underneath them. He was always hard and I never knew if it was because of me or if it was just there. “Does it change the way you feel about me?” he asked.

I sat for a moment feeling woozy- so woozy. I didn’t want to answer yes. What a sick person I would be if I did. But where was the point in lying? I adored him. I didn’t care what he was or what he’d done he was still the only guy in the world that had ever made my cock harden at the sight of him naked and the only- the ONLY guy who had ever shown such care and consideration for my feelings. He was tall and sexy and sweet and he loved me.

“No. It doesn’t. I still like you,” I answered. He nodded and sat down on the tree. He took my hand into his again. He traced my fingers gently and this time I only looked at him. His expression was solid and, again, unreadable.
“May I touch your body more and kiss you, even?” he whispered. He had such a way of sounding poetic whenever he spoke which almost seduced me in itself. I smiled and nodded.

He brought his body so close to mine that I was sure he could feel my heart beating. He placed his hand on my waist and our lips collided passionately. At first, I didn’t know how to act. I was only 18. I’d never kissed anyone before but when his tongue broke into my mouth I risked it a little and tasted it with my own. Suddenly I felt so drunk on his flavour that I couldn’t stop. Our tongues danced with fury for only a minute or so before he slipped his left hand into my swimming trunks. He found my cock which was swollen and thick. He stroked my 6 inches with fervour.

I moaned into his mouth and fear took over. I had been enjoying it so much that I hadn’t considered how wrong it was. It had moved so subtly from our regular friendship to whatever this was that I hadn’t even thought about my dad or my mum or my friends at school. And why hadn’t I thought about what his killing the deer meant he was?

Without thought I pulled my mouth away from his and struggled to get out of his arms then stumbled as I hopped over the tree. He gripped my shoulder. His nails dug into my arm and I screeched.

“Get away from me, Cooper!” I wailed. He pulled me toward him and I struggled again to get away from his grip. I prayed to God that I’d be able to outrun him and broke away. I hopped to my feet and ran shoeless through a mile of woods in 5 minutes. He ran after me not seeming to slow down or tire in the least. I ran past the campsite and up a trail hoping to get to the road. Suddenly he snatched me and I collapsed to the ground. I cried underneath him and he forced my mouth into the dirt.

“Please, Cooper! Leave me alone!” I whimpered. Suddenly he yanked my trunks down in the back exposing my bottom. As his cock entered me I felt a slight pang of pain and then pleasure. I was no longer so sorry to finish what we’d begun. He pumped it in and out of my body with wonderful force. If it was rape, I was a whore ‘cause nothing had ever felt so great. He shushed me as my protests died down. He slipped his fingers through my hair and fucked me hard. I got up a little so that it was more of a “doggy-style” position and he fucked me in a fast, hard rhythm. I begged him to do it faster even though it wasn’t physically possible.

I only begged for it harder once or twice because he was already doing it hard and my cheeks stung from being slammed into by his body. He only lasted about 5 minutes, though it felt like an eternity, until he exploded into my body and I was filled with his cum. He was kind enough not to stop though. He kept shoving it in and out of me, kissing my neck and whispering to me sweet words. His lips added such exhilaration to the fucking everywhere they touched. Our lips met at one point and I was, again, greeted by the rush that his saliva gave me. I felt my cock swelling and twitching in my trunks and finally I was relieved of my load. Shot after warm shot filled my trunks.

He pulled out and placed his hands on my hips as he licked at my hole. His cum leaked out and he saved it in his mouth as he forced his hot tongue in and out of my surprisingly sore asshole. He pulled my trunks up in the back and I rolled over to look up at him. I screamed. The figure could not be my beloved Cooper. He looked deranged and hungry. His hands now on my waist dug in with his fingernails and his usually gorgeous blue eyes glowed red. It was too dark to see much besides his eyes and his face which grew closer to mine.
“Shut up, Dustin!” he hissed.

He forced his lips to mine and I tasted his salty cum mixed with a million other flavours. He picked me up with our lips still joined and carried me to our campsite. He turned on the lantern we had brought and lowered me onto our sleeping bag. I was so tired. It had been such a long day and now to add to it I’d run a mile and I’d cum. I could’ve passed out had it not been for Cooper. Sharp, long fangs protruded from his mouth and his hair was so messy and frizzy he looked as though he’d only just awoken. He lay down beside me and I stayed silent as he looked into my eyes.

“Do you hate me? Do you hate what I am and how I behave?” he whispered. I only shook my head because I couldn’t speak. I felt like I wanted to cry and he knew it. He brought his body close to mine and removed my swimming trunks which were filled with my cum then covered us up with half of the sleeping bag. He kissed my cheek and my forehead basically planting kisses all over my face. He shut off the light and I was already drifting to sleep.

“In the morning I’ll just be me again. I promise, sweet little Dustin. I love you. Goodnight.”
“I love you too, Cooper,” I whispered as I slipped away into unconsciousness.

Alrighty, readers! It's Grady here. Please go easy on me. This is my first shot at a vampire story that I thought was worthy of the site and anybody who is willing to read. Please, please, please comment. Rate if you wish. The comments are what keep me writing. After a little tweaking, the second chapter will be out! Please keep in mind: I can't make it better if I don't know what's wrong, so comment freely. And don't tell me that my story is "shit". It's not appreciated. Just say it's bad and be on with it. Thank you for reading.