About Twinkly Lights and Chicken Feet: A Vampire Christmas
by BA Tortuga
12 pages / 3100 words
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The vamps from Long Black Cadillac are
back and they're celebrating Christmas. Or at least Remy is, decorating the
house he shares with Gryph with tinsel and ribbons. When Gryph finds a
devilishly sexy use for the ribbon, Remy just has to share, sending a care
package including it to Clay and Vance.
Originally published in Toy Box: Ribbons
"Lord have mercy." Remy grabbed the cooler out of the back and poured ice
in, whistling under his breath. He did love himself New Orleans in the
holidays. He did. There was them lights, there was music, there wasparades.
There was food. Remy growled a little, belly snarling at him to quit it.
Shit, marthy. You'd think being a vampire in spooky-town would rock, but he
hadn't had him a good beignet in months. Or King cake. Pralines. Jambalaya.
Gumbo. God damn it.
He'd decorated their place -- it'd been easy to find a spot, with all the
peoples wandering off after the Storm. It wasn't fancy-schmancy, but it
wasn't no gator hole neither and...
What the fuck did a guy get a zillion year old studly vampire like Douce for
Christmas, anyway? He so needed to call the Boss.
"Remy? Ah, there you are, sweet. What have you been up to, hmm?" Gryph came
in behind him, long hands sliding around his waist.
"Hmm? Decorating. Chilling the beer." He kept hoping he'd find one that
worked for him.
"I keep telling you, we ought to try absinthe, love." Gryph was full of all
sorts of arcane vamp knowledge.
"Absinthe? Is it as good as beer?" He turned, sliding in Gryph's arms.
Beautiful fucking man.
"It tastes terrible, but it will do what you want." Kissing him gently,
Gryph smiled against his mouth.
"What do I want?" Wait. Didn't he know that?
"You miss the buzz. I keep telling you that you ought to feed more, too,
hmm?" Oh. Teeth. Nibbling.
"It's a little weird, sort of. Feeding." The nips made his eyes roll, made
his cock fill in his slacks.
"Hmmm. I never thought so, but then, I came from a different time, yes?"
Sometimes Douce's accent made Remy want to laugh.
"Well, I reckon so. I barely remember Laverne and Shirley..."
"Who?" One eyebrow went up, Gryphon staring at him. "Sometimes you amaze
"Only sometimes, Douce? Oo-eee, I'd best try harder."
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