He blinked, staring blankly at the pillow as his brain came back online. He wasn’t under the covers, and he was definitely naked, yet oddly, part of Foxx’s lower half felt weighted down and nice and warm.
Wiggling, he froze on feeling something, or rather someone, snuggled against his ass. Foxx glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing on Harlow. The dhampir was wrapped around Foxx’s legs, using his poor bruised ass as a pillow.
With his body pretty much littered with bites and bruises, he had to say, the man looked way too fucking peaceful to him. He started to glare on noticing the bite mark on his left ass cheek. Blinking, his eyes widened at realizing just how…unhealed it was. His gaze flicked around to the others he could see.
Foxx felt his neck, cursing on not only finding all the fresher bite marks there on his neck and shoulders, seemly as unhealedas the one on his ass, but on finding that the original one had barely fucking healed.
While they wouldn’t heal instantly, it had been hours. All the bites should have at least been scabbed over and halfway healed by now. And the original one on his neck should have been a mere scar. But apparently, dhampir bite marks didn’t heal fast.
Great…just great…he thought with a hiss.
Eyes narrowing further, he snapped, “Wake up!”
Harlow inhaled sharply, before huffing and rubbing his face against Foxx’s ass. “Mine,” the man grumbled softly. Then he had the audacity to actually kiss Foxx’s left ass cheek, right near the still very clear bite mark.
“Harlow, if you don’t get up this instant, you won’t be kissing that anytime in the near future!”
The dhampir sighed and opened his eyes before he slowly sat up, stretching. Foxx pushed up and scooted around so he was facing the man, pulling the covers over his lap as it always felt weird sitting cross legged with his dick out.
He eyed the scars on the man’s bare chest as he continued to stretch, wondering how much they would fade over time. For vampires who were turned, scars gotten when still human didn’t tend to go away, but they did usually fade a bit. He imagined it would be the same for dhampirs.
Harlow froze with his arms stretched up. Frowning, the dhampir tilted his head back and forth, before letting out a laugh of almost disbelief. “Wow…”
“What?”
“No aches. And…no thirst.” The man lowered his arms.
Ah… “Well, you aren’t…” Foxx wrinkled his nose. “Well, you were never human, but there isn’t an actual word for what you were. And to be honest, with all the medical tests you likely had to take before this, no one detected otherwise. So let’s just gowith human when referring to what you once were, as it's close enough.
“Anyway, you are no longer ‘human’. The effects of aging you were experiencing are well and truly gone. What you look like won’t change, unless you want me to de-age you or something. Though…I like how you look now.”
Not that he would refuse to de-age the man if he wanted him to. But Foxx was sort of attached to Harlow’s current appearance. It would probably take him a bit to get used to a younger version of the man.
“No, I’m fine with my appearance being how it is.”
Foxx smiled. “Good, then no de-aging. As for the thirst thing… Well, you did just feed. It will come back, of course. You’ll need to take in, I imagine, around three bags a day. Though you may need to drink more until these changes pass.
“To be clear, you can’t just ignore your thirst when you feel it now. You’d be risking your instincts taking over and attacking the nearest blood supply, which will most likely be me for a long while.
“Also, you do need to eat actual food. No, you won’t die without it, but it will lessen the amount of blood you need to consume. Which is important because you needing to feed again so quickly, despite how much you had already taken in, was likely due to you not having eaten any actual food for many hours, on top of all the changes your body is still going through.”
Harlow nodded. “Right…no ignoring my thirst anymore.”
Foxx stared at the man and took a deep breath, deciding he could ignore his irritation about the bite marks because it wasn’t as if Harlow knew they would take so long to heal. And…really…if Harlow had let him bite him freely back before the change, he’d have done the same.
Maybe…not the ass bite though… His head slowly tilted as he thought about it. Then again…Harlow did have a nice ass…
Shaking his head and pushing the thoughts away, he cleared his throat and asked, “So…what do you want to talk about first? Mind you, I don’t know everything, and there may be some blanks as dhampirs are rare and secretive. But maybe weaknesses, strengths?”
“I mean, when you are constantly hunted, being secretive is usually the way to go. But yeah, let’s start there.”
“Okay.” Foxx grimaced and tried to think about what he did know…and found…it wasn’t much. “Okay, to be clear, the only weaknesses I know for sure that you have is that you, like vampires, are negatively affected by holy water, crosses, and bible scripture. But to a lesser extent, I think.” He frowned again at how vague the memories were, just bits and pieces coming to mind with huge chunks missing…
Fucking, Daydric. After…they reached a safe moment, he’d have to ask the man to reverse whatever he did. The older vampire likely wouldn’t try to hide it again, not after the memories already came forward on their own. And with Harlow being what he was, and the very person who had triggered them to come forward in the first place, there was no way the memories would stay hidden.
“So…” Harlow’s brow pulled. “Then they are practically useless as a weapon against me, is what you are saying?”
Foxx tilted his head, thinking about it. “I mean…yes? I can’t say for certain, but considering that I can handle touching a cross, even if it burns, I'm sure you'll be fine. And while holy water also fucking burns, after having it dumped on me, it wasn’t like it stopped me from trying to kill them. And that was…after I’d already been weakened by their scripture…”
