The Vampire by Urban Fantasy

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  "That was such an awesome party!" shouted Heath excitedly. He leaned heavily on their mutual friend, Remington, as they both tried to stagger their way back to the dorms. "What did you think of it, Daisuke?"

  Daisuke side-eyed his friends with a tired frown as he watched them stumble back and forth down the sidewalk �" clearly intoxicated.

  "It was alright," mumbled Daisuke. He clutched his jacket around his firm, lithe body.

  The cool September air was much colder at night than it was during the day. But the night sky was so clear, Daisuke couldn’t help but become absolutely mesmerised by the stars and planets overhead.

  Distracted, Daisuke smacked his knee against a fire hydrant.

  Damn it, cursed Daisuke silently.

  Truth be told, Daisuke may have also overindulged alongside his friends. For the duration of the party, his choices in poisons were four Singapore Slings and a Whiskey Sour.

  "We should really set a limit on how drunk we planned on getting tonight," said Daisuke, absentmindedly thinking out loud.

  "Stop being such a sour-puss!" grumbled Heath, irritably. Though the heat of his comment was incredibly diminished by the way he clutched onto Remington for dear life.

  "Why? It’s not like I even wanted to go to that party anyway," retorted Daisuke.

  "You say that like you had anything better to do," teased Remington, good-naturally.

  "I hear Daisuke is going to be thrown out of the dorms by the end of next month," taunted Heath. "And with a whole semester of school left to go."

  "Is this true?" asked Remington, concerned.

  "I thought my scholarship would cover dormitory fees," replied Daisuke, trying to remain cool and detached despite his mounting worry. "I thought wrong."

  "Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Remington hopefully.

  "No," responded Daisuke, truthfully. Remington was struggling just as much as he was and thus was in no position to help him.

  I’ve been in difficult situations before, thought Daisuke coldly. I’ve always gotten myself out trouble despite never receiving any help.

  Daisuke’s thoughts drifted back to his life back home. His life growing up had entailed working a part-time job since elementary school in order to pay rent and utilities back home. And this was on top of both school and being a secondary parent to his younger siblings. Daisuke had worked his ass off to attain a full-ride scholarship just so he could attend college. His childhood had honestly ended the very second he turned eight years old. And even once he is done with college, he still needs to land a job as well. Then he needs to get custody of his nine-year-old little sister, Kaori. She was an angel born into a family of demons (metaphorically, not literally). And she did not deserve to go through half the crap he had.

  Daisuke was really feeling frustrated and sad… and being slightly tipsy was not making matters easier.

  I have worked so f***ing hard for so f***ing long, thought Daisuke, bitter tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. I have only one semester left before I become a licensed psychologist… but I don’t know how I can possibly complete my doctorate while living on the streets.

  "Maybe you should have been more responsible," mocked Heath, rolling his eyes.  Daisuke forced himself to take a deep, calming breath as he willed himself not to knock Heath’s teeth down his throat.

  "Responsible. Like that had ever truly been a choice for me," shouted Daisuke, angrily. "As a child of two semi-functional alcoholics and the eldest of twelve siblings, I have always been the responsible one."

  "Well then, why don’t you sell your elven ass to the highest bidder?" asked Heath with a lazy shrug. "You’re certainly pretty enough to reel in the high-end sort of clients."

  Daisuke narrowed his eyes in quiet fury towards his friend’s smug face.

  Elves were often overtly sexualised and objectified in media… and in real life. Therefore, Daisuke certainly didn’t want to play into the image.

  "I’m not about to lower myself to prostitution," spat Daisuke. Although deep down, he knew he might have to if push came to shove.

  After that was said, things grew very quiet between the three of them. As they continued to walk, their surroundings became increasingly unfamiliar.

  "Hey! Daisuke. Heath. Do either of you know where we are?" asked Remington nervously, as he looked around the eerily desolate street.

  "No," replied Heath, simply as the wind blew his elbow-length wavy, brown hair into his face.

  Daisuke frowned. He also had no idea where they had wandered off to.

  "F***," hissed Daisuke, running a shaky hand through his long raven hair. "Maybe we can ask someone for directions."

  Daisuke looked around the dark and surprisingly empty street. Hope dwindling, he sighed in relief when a tall, handsome, dark-skinned man turned around the corner, coming into view.

  "Wait here. I’ll go ask him where we are," explained Daisuke, quickly. He briefly glanced back at his friends before running across the street towards the young man.

  "Sir! Sir!" called out Daisuke, waving his arm in order to get the other man’s attention. "Do you know how to get back to the dorms?"

  "Dorms?" repeated the young man as he raked an appreciative glance up and down Daisuke’s slim but fit body. "You boys attending college?"

  "YEAH," shouted Heath. He and Remington were now only a short distance away �" certainly not enough of a distance away to justify the volume of his voice. "THE THREE OF US ALL ATTEND BIRCHWOOD UNIVERSITY."

  "I don’t know where that is," answered the man as he ran a hand through his short, tightly coiled hair. "You see, I’m just passing through. I don’t live here."

  Daisuke sighed in disappointment as he turned around to head back towards his friends.

  "I’m spending the night at the local motel," continued the man quickly as he reached forward and gently laid a hand on Daisuke’s shoulder �" this small bit of contact caused him to suddenly feel hot all over. "It’s just a block over that way if you three would like a place to rest ‘til the morning."

  "Thank you," replied Daisuke, grateful that he and his friends wouldn’t be stuck outside, drunkenly wandering the neighbourhood.

~~ 8 Minutes Later ~~

  A few minutes of walking led them to the aforementioned motel. Bright pink neon lights declared the place as Cupid’s Inn.

  "You know, if you play your cards right, you might have yourself a threesome tonight," suggested Heath, with a wink �" that accidentally turned into something more akin to a blink due to his inebriated state.

  "Horny twink," scoffed Daisuke, rolling his eyes.

  "You probably won’t have any luck with Daisuke though," teased Remington, as he elbowed Daisuke good-naturedly. "He’s a bit of a prude."

  The man looked at the trio, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards in amusement.

  "Before we even think about getting down and dirty, can we perhaps introduce ourselves first?" asked the man.

  "I’m Daisuke. The prude," greeted Daisuke. He then gestured to his companions. "And this is Remington, our class clown. And Heath, our resident drunken slut."

  "My name’s Caleb," said the man, reaching out his hand to Daisuke.

  Daisuke politely shook Caleb’s hand. He silently noted the man’s surprisingly firm grip.

  "I’m staying in room 4," stated Caleb as they crossed the nearly empty parking lot.

  Unlocking the door to room 4, Caleb gestured for them to walk in ahead of him as he held open the door.

  Heath immediately hopped over to the bed where several black cases resided.

  "What’s all this junk?" asked Heath as his fingers brushed over the surface of one of the cases.

  "My tools," informed Caleb, leaning over Heath’s petite frame in order to open one of them. "As you can see, I’m a hairstylist."

  Caleb confidently strode over to the dresser mirror with a cape, clips, scissors, spray bottle, hairdryer, straight razor, shaving cream, clippers and several guards in hand. Dropping them on the surface of the dresser, Caleb leaned his strong-looking arms on the back of a nearby chair.

  "Would you gentlemen like a haircut?" asked Caleb, with a smirk and a wink. "On the house, of course."

  Daisuke, Remington, and Heath all looked at each other apprehensively. Remington was the first to speak up.

  "No, tha-"

  "I can see that Remington definitely wants a haircut," interrupted Caleb, in a surprisingly commanding tone.

  A completely blank look crossed Remington’s face. Meanwhile, Daisuke could feel a tinge of magick floating through the air.

  "Yes, I do," agreed Remington, tonelessly.

  Heath tried to sneak out the door, but for some reason it refused to open despite not being locked. Caleb turned his attention to Heath and then towards Daisuke.

  "And Heath and Daisuke want one, too. Right?"

  "Maybe a trim," agreed Heath, brokenly. It sounded like those words had been forced from him as his soft, pink lips quivered.

  Something is not right here, thought Daisuke, nervously. Even still, I should play along so as not to risk getting hurt… or worse, killed.

  "Okay," agreed Daisuke, stoically.

  "Fantastic!" replied Caleb, clasping his hands together. "Just take a seat on the sofa. Remington, come sit here in the chair."

  Remington walked to the chair, moving as if he were nothing but a marionette having its strings pulled �" as if beckoned by a puppet master.

  Once seated, Caleb ran his fingers through Remington’s shoulder-length black hair, undoing the tightly woven braids with deft fingers.

  "I’m thinking an undercut would look so lovely on you," whispered Caleb, leaning down so that his face hovered just over Remington’s left shoulder. With his right hand, he lightly grazed his index finger against the top of Remington’s ear. "We can leave the top about that long."

  "I don’t kn-" started Remington as Caleb secured a tissue strip around his neck.

  "I promise you will look so handsome," encouraged Caleb, softly. Although there was a knowing look in his eyes �" he knew Remington couldn’t say no… He was the reason he couldn’t say no. "I promise you that you’ll love it."

  As he was talking, Caleb draped the navy blue cape around Remington’s shoulders and quickly snapped the buttons on the cape closed.

  "Okay," agreed Remington, a teary smile on his face.

  Daisuke stared at his friend with awe-struck horror and shock. Remington had been struggling to grow out his hair for years. It had only just reached his shoulders this year, and he had even recently treated himself to highlights in celebration. It really added dimension to Remington’s signature braided style.

  "I’ll redo your braids afterwards," reassured Caleb as he quickly but gently combed Remington’s hair. "But not as tightly �" you’re already showing signs of traction alopecia."

  Caleb huffed as he shook his head in quiet disappointment.

  "Stylists rarely treat ethnic hair as well as they should," grumbled Caleb, bitterly. "You really need to advocate for yourself, dude."

  Isn’t that highly hypocritical of you to say? thought Daisuke, mentally criticising the man, despite being too afraid to say anything aloud.

  "I will," agreed Remington, cheerfully �" too cheerfully.

  Caleb sectioned the top half of Remington’s hair and pinned it firmly out of the way. He then picked up a set of clippers and attached a number 3 guard.

  "I’m going to give you a nice, little undercut with a shaved design," informed Caleb as he turned on the clippers.

  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

  The buzz from the clippers permeated the air. Caleb placed the clippers at the nape of Remington’s neck, whose dark skin was flushed and glistening with sweat.

  A strange expression crossed Caleb’s face �" regret, maybe. Daisuke wasn’t sure what to make of that information.

  Without further hesitation, Caleb pushed the clippers upwards. With Remington’s back facing him, Daisuke watched as the teeth of the clippers cut away at his hair �" carving out a path from the base of his head to the tips of his ears. Piles and piles of thick, black hair fell away �" tumbling to the floor.

  Daisuke had to bite back a surprised gasp as Caleb turned off the clippers and took a step back. Daisuke now had a complete view of the back of Remington’s head, and while the top half was still long, safely pinned up, the bottom half was shorn to a ¼ inch.  After taking the guard off, Caleb quickly got back to work.

  "I’m going to shave a symmetrical, floral mandala onto the back of your head," informed Caleb as he tilted Remington’s head forward.

  Remington slowly nodded his head in understanding, but Caleb halted his movements by gripping both sides of his head.

  "Don’t move," demanded Caleb as he picked up the clippers that he had accidentally dropped onto Remington’s lap.

  "Yes, sir," replied Remington with downcast eyes.

  Wordlessly, Caleb tilted his head further forwards until Remington’s chin was touching his chest. He then began to carefully angle the bare clipper blades against his scalp.

  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

  Several minutes passed, and Daisuke began to fidget anxiously. Feeling stressed, and perhaps a little brave, he quietly approached. Standing less than ½ a foot away, Daisuke leaned in close. He could see that the mandala design was almost done.

  Admittedly, the floral design was incredibly detailed and well-done… but does that make up for all this being done against Remington’s will?

  "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?" asked Daisuke, crossing his arms.

  Caleb turned around to face Daisuke’s judgmental gaze. As he stood up to his full height, Daisuke realised that he had to look upwards in order to maintain eye-contact. It suddenly occurred to Daisuke how frightening this was �" considering his own height was 6 foot, this meant Caleb’s was even taller than that. If this turned physical, he likely wouldn’t stand a chance.

  "You’re not affected by my hypnotic abilities," realised Caleb.

  Caleb’s large hands gently gripped Daisuke’s slim waist. He felt a shudder run down his spine, but he refused to back down.

  "No, I am not," replied Daisuke. He glanced at his trapped friends. "I beg you, please, leave my friends alone."

  "I can’t," muttered Caleb, his tone coloured by lament. "Now please sit down before I’m forced to do something I’ll regret. After all, you don’t want to chance your friends getting hurt, do you?"

  Fear gripped Daisuke. He immediately sat down on the nearing piece of furniture �" which happened to be the bed.

  Caleb turned his attention back to Remington.

  "I’m going to clean up your neckline," explained Caleb, reaching for the can of shaving cream.

  Spraying a dollop onto his hand, Caleb swiftly spread the lather along Remington’s neck. He then picked up his straight razor and used it to clear away any undesirable neck hairs.

  Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.

  Grabbing a towel, Caleb wiped off the excess lather. Once finished, he tossed aside the towel and unpinned the hair that he had sectioned off earlier.

  Daisuke stared at Remington’s reflection. He observed the empty smile frozen on his face and the glazed-over look in his pale grey eyes.

  Picking up the comb and scissors, Caleb brushed out the last of Remington’s remaining hair that was somewhat long. Once it was completely unknotted and brushed backwards, away from his forehead, Caleb placed the scissors level with the tips of his ears.

  Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

  With every snip, more of Remington’s dark hair hit the floor. After severing the bulk, Caleb quickly evens up the ends. Then with skillful hands, Caleb wove the recently shortened strands into a bunch of solid but not overly tight braids.

  Remington looks absolutely stunning, thought Daisuke. Hopefully, that will dull the sting of having his hair chopped off against his consent.

  Caleb removed the tissue from around Remington’s neck before pulling the cape off with a flourish.

  "Now go sit over there," commanded Caleb, gesturing towards the sofa absentmindedly as he picked up Remington’s severed hair and placed it in a container.

  When Caleb was finished, he turned his attention towards Heath.

  "Your turn," said Caleb.

  "Just a trim," insisted Heath, nervously running a hand through his mousy brown hair. The waviness had always made his elbow-length hair look much shorter �" therefore, he had always been reluctant to cut it.

  "Come here," demanded Caleb, not acknowledging Heath’s words. When Heath still didn’t move, Caleb repeated more forcibly. "Come here."

  In an instant, Heath stood up straight and briskly strode over to the chair.

  "Please, don’t alter his thoughts like you did Remington’s," begged Daisuke.

  Caleb turned to look at him. Daisuke felt a tear roll down his cheek. Caleb reached forward to wipe it away.

  "If I don’t have to, I won’t," relented Caleb.

  "Just a trim," repeated Heath, hugging his arms in a self-soothing manner.

  "Are you sure?" asked Caleb, toying with the scissors.

  "No more than an inch," said Heath in a firm tone, despite the tears running down his face. "Maybe 2."

  "Okay," agreed Caleb as he draped the cape over Heath’s shoulders.  Heath released a sigh of relief.

  With scissors in hand, Caleb suddenly gripped a large handful of hair from the crown of Heath’s head. He then placed the scissors 2 inches from his scalp and snapped the blades shut.

  Shnick.

  "Oh, my god!" screamed Heath. "What the f*** did you just do?!"

  "You said no more than 2 inches," replied Caleb with a lazy shrug.

  "He said no more than a 2 inch trim, idiot!" exclaimed Daisuke, angry on his friend’s behalf.

  "No, he’s right," defended Heath abruptly with a glazed-over expression on his pale face. "I wanted him to cut it short."

  Daisuke glared at Caleb in disapproval.

  "I tried," said Caleb, apologetically. "The spell fades off in a few hours. Until then, they are just exceedingly happy and agreeable. This memory will be remembered as a joyous one inste-"

  "Instead of a traumatic one," interrupted Daisuke, bitterly.

  "For whatever it’s worth, I am sorry," said Caleb as he proceeded to cut off all of Heath’s hair to 2 inches �" his waves turning into soft curls with the reduced weight.

  Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

  Tilting Heath’s head forward, Caleb positioned his comb at his nape �" holding it ⅝ of an inch away from his scalp. Using his scissors, he quickly snipped away any hair that extended past the teeth of the comb.

  Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

  As the comb and scissors traveled closer towards the crown of Heath’s head, Caleb pulled the comb further away from his scalp �" thus leaving the hair there longer.

  Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

  As Caleb finally put down the scissors and comb, Daisuke saw that he had left his friend with a very short cut… but it displays his new curls beautifully. If anything, the shorter hair made Heath look softer and more feminine. Which was actually the look Heath always aspired to.

  With Heath’s head still bent forward, Caleb applied some shaving cream and used his razor to clean up his hairline.

  Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.

  When Caleb was finished, he used the towel to wipe any excess shaving cream from Heath’s neck.

  Throwing the towel back on the dresser, Caleb turned his attention to the floor and picked up all the hair scattered around and packed it away… with an exception to a thick chunk, which he ate with a grimace.

  What. The. Hell, thought Daisuke, unable to form any other coherent thoughts.

  "This colour doesn’t really suit him," observed Caleb, acting as if he hadn’t done something so absurd as eating a person’s hair.

  Daisuke blinked a few times before managing to get a hold of himself enough to respond.

  "Dyes irritate his scalp," warned Daisuke.

  "Not a problem," replied Caleb. "What’s his favourite colour in regards to hair?"

  "He has always been fond of that purplish-red colour," answered Daisuke.

  Caleb placed his hand on Heath’s head, and gradually his hair changed from a boring, mousy brown to a vivid, violet-red.

  "How-" began Daisuke, confused by what he was seeing.

  "Magick," answered Caleb, simply. "It’s permanent, by the way, so no reapplication needed."

  "I guess that’s nice of you," commented Daisuke. He looked down at her own hair. "I’m assuming I’m next."

  Caleb remained oddly quiet. He abruptly removed the tissue and cape from around Heath’s neck… and packed it away along with the rest of his belongings.

  "Your friends are feeling very sleepy," commanded Caleb.

  Daisuke watched as Remington passed out on the sofa and Heath in the chair.

  "Are you a witch?" asked Daisuke.

  "Formerly, yes," replied Caleb as he walked around the room packing and gathering his things. "I got turned by a vampire half a century ago."

  "Why are you altering the minds of my friends?" asked Daisuke.

  "I’m allergic to blood," explained Caleb, seemingly embarrassed. "I learnt to feed off of hair as an alternative."

  "Doesn’t that taste gross?" asked Daisuke, curiously.

  "Not when brewed into a Matcha Cappuccino or Latte," teased Caleb, in a manner that suggested that he was only half joking. "Honestly, I hate taking it straight."

  "Even still, doing this…" started Daisuke, gesturing towards his unconscious friends. "Don’t you find it a bit unethical?"

  "Please believe me, I wouldn’t have done this if I had other options," explained Caleb, forlornly. "Usually, I just collect whatever trimmings I get from willing clients, but I’m in the process of moving across provinces, and some of my baggage got lost. Unfortunately, it had contained my entire supply for the next four months. And I still need to get set and established in a new place on top of already being on the verge of starving."

  "I guess that’s a bit more understandable," admitted Daisuke, sympathetically.

  With 3 suitcases now packed, Caleb made his way towards the door. He paused for a moment in order to deposit a large wad of cash on the table.

  "I left your friends roughly $3000 for the hair. I’ll be leaving now," explained Caleb. "I paid for the night. You can have the room to yourselves."

  "Wait!" demanded Daisuke, a hint of desperation in his voice.

  Caleb paused, seemingly frozen, before turning back around to face Daisuke. 

  Daisuke searched his brain for a reason to make Caleb stay �" despite not knowing why he wanted him to stay.

  "You haven’t cut my hair," blurted out Daisuke before he had a chance to regret it.

  "What?" said Caleb, a look of utter bewilderment crossing his handsome face.

  "I could really use the cash to pay off my tuition," explained Daisuke, recalling his earlier problems. He ran a hand through his waist-length hair. "How much for the lot?"

  "Oh. About $1800, but I don’t want to force anything with you-"

  "Cut my damn hair," insisted Daisuke. If this was going to happen, then he was determined to be the one in control.

  So, as Caleb continued to stand there dumbfounded, Daisuke removed his top �" exposing his firm, strong chest. He smirked as Caleb raked an appreciative glance at his half-naked body. He seems to like what he sees, observed Daisuke.

  "Is this a hint?" asked Caleb, placing his hands on Daisuke’s hips.

  "What do you think?" taunted Daisuke.

  Suddenly, Caleb pushed Daisuke’s pants and underwear down past his ass before shoving him onto the dresser. He pulled his clothing the rest of the way off his legs.

  "Looks like I can start here," teased Caleb as he brushed his hand over Daisuke’s chest and then down to his pubic area. "And here."

  Caleb slowly moved closer before sinking to his knees.

  "You got quite the impressive bush down here," teased Caleb, tugging lightly on Daisuke’s thick pubic hair. "Perhaps, I should charge you extra for the service."

  "Really? Wouldn’t you prefer to take it out on my assets?" suggested Daisuke in a seductive tone �" putting emphasis on the 'ass' in 'assets'.

  Why am I baiting this man? questioned Daisuke, feeling his face heat up. Like, is it enough that he is handsome and soft-spoken… and he is willing to pay off some of my school debt in exchange for some hair.

  Meanwhile, Caleb placed one of his large hands on Daisuke’s chest and the other between his legs. Instantly, Daisuke felt an uncomfortable warmth that briefly verged on burning �" both sensations dissipated when Caleb removed his hands. But when his hands left, so did all of Daisuke’s chest and pubic hair.

  Releasing a disappointed groan, Daisuke looked at Caleb with a pout on his lips.

  "I thought you were going to shave it," huffed Daisuke, crossing his arms over his now perfectly smooth chest.

  Witches… good with their hands, but you can’t trust them.

  "I didn’t want to cause you razor burn," defended Caleb, as he gave Daisuke’s cock a lazy tug. "Such sensitive skin down here."

  "Will it grow back?" asked Daisuke, feeling more curious than concerned. His views towards body hair have always been rather ambivalent.

  "I’ll undo it if you want me to," offered Caleb, as his grip tightened around Daisuke’s cock and gradually increased the speed of his strokes.

  "No! No," moaned Daisuke with his head thrown back. "I like it."

  "Good, because I like it too, Honey," said Caleb, in a breathy tone. He then got down on his knees. "I really like it."

  Suddenly, Caleb’s mouth was on Daisuke’s cock. His tongue lapped and flicked against the tip.

  Daisuke found himself gasping, on the edge of an orgasm. Then Caleb abruptly stopped.

  "I want to make love to you," whispered Caleb, his breath tickling Daisuke’s ear.

  "What if I say no?" asked Daisuke.

  "Then we’ll stop," said Caleb, stepping back to give Daisuke some space.

  Daisuke immediately closed that distance by jumping into Caleb’s arms. He carried Daisuke over to the bed and dropped him onto the soft mattress before climbing on top of him.

  "I’m ready," announced Daisuke, wiggling his hips in a taunting manner. "F*** me."

  Caleb did not need to be told twice. Daisuke heard the sound of a zipper, and then all of a sudden Caleb’s cock was inside him. The force of his pumps rocked the whole bed both back and forth. His hands gripped Daisuke’s hips hard enough to create bruises.

  Just as Daisuke reached the crescendo of a second orgasm, Caleb reached his. He could feel him releasing inside him before pulling out. Still in a mild euphoria, Daisuke watched as Caleb tucked his huge, thick dick back into his pants.

  Damn! All that was inside me, thought Daisuke in amazement as Caleb’s cum dripped out from between his legs. That thing is ridiculously big �" it’s enough to put John Holmes’ own penis to shame.

  With a content sigh, Caleb laid back down on the bed.

  "Don’t get too comfortable," tutted Daisuke. "You still have a job to do."

  Caleb looked at him in groggy confusion. 

  "Your hair," realised Caleb after a minute of complete silence. "I think we might have to do this on the bed."

  They both glanced over at Heath, who was still asleep in the chair.

  "What sort of style do you want?" asked Caleb as he unpacked his tools once again.

  "I’ve never had short hair before," started Daisuke, anxiously, as he sat up cross-legged on the bed. "Do whatever you think looks best?"

  "Fine," agreed Caleb, as he gently combed Daisuke’s long, black hair. "Any colour change? Or keep it as is?"

  "I’ve always wanted to go blonde," replied Daisuke.

  "What shade?"  "Platinum," decided Daisuke, without hesitation. After all, go bold or go home. "But I want to keep the eyebrows dark."

  "Coming right up, Honey," replied Caleb jovially as he kissed the top of Daisuke’s head.

  From the hair falling over the front of his shoulder, Daisuke observed as his hair shifted from black to blonde. His enthusiasm soured slightly when he noticed Caleb’s frown.

  "Your eyebrows are a bit too thick and out-of-place," explained Caleb, as he ran a finger over Daisuke’s left brow. "Will you let me tweeze them back a bit? Maybe add a slit?"

  "Okay, but I’ll need a mirror within viewing distance before we start," insisted Daisuke.

  "No problem, Hun," replied Caleb as he ran into the bathroom and came back out with a pair of tweezers and a hand-held mirror.

  Caleb handed Daisuke the mirror. Catching a glimpse of his reflection, Daisuke realised that Caleb had been correct about the oddness of his eyebrows. 

  Standing very close to each other, Daisuke tried to relax as Caleb carefully plucked his eyebrows. It stung a bit but was otherwise not too bad.

  After a few minutes of delicate plucking, Caleb dropped the tweezers and picked up his razor. He felt him cutting a thin line into his right eyebrow.

  When Caleb was done, Daisuke raised the mirror to look at his reflection. His eyebrows were arched slightly higher than before and significantly thinner �" but not too thin.

  It emphasised his icy blue eyes, making them appear both bigger and somehow sharper. He also really liked the angled slit in his right eyebrow �" it made his face look more dashing. 

  "Woah," remarked Daisuke, as his fingers gingerly touched the reddened skin just below where his eyebrows now sat.

  "I’ll take that as a compliment," chuckled Caleb. He then gathered Daisuke’s hair into a ponytail, tying it off with an elastic.

  Picking up his scissors once again, Caleb placed the blades between the elastic and Daisuke’s scalp.

  "Last chance, Honey," warned Caleb.

  "Just do it," breathed Daisuke, as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

  Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

  The scissors sawed their way through Daisuke’s thick hair. Once severed, his hair sprang forward into what looked roughly like a chin-length bob. It felt so light and airy… 

 Daisuke immediately began having second thoughts. 

  "Remove your shirt," demanded Daisuke, partially because he yearned to see Caleb shirtless and partially to give himself time to adjust to the new length.

  "Do you want to cut at it for a bit?" asked Caleb, handing over his scissors.

  Daisuke hesitantly took the offered scissors as Caleb took off his shirt �" revealing his muscular chest and abs.

  Daisuke hesitantly grabbed the chin-length strands on the right side of his face. Opening the scissors, he cut the hair to the length of his eyebrows.

  Shnick. Shnick. 

  Dropping the severed hair, Daisuke then gripped the hair on the left side and leveled it with the hair on the right.

  Shnick. Shnick. 

  "Can you tell me about yourself?" asked Caleb as he idly watched. "What were you doing before I met you tonight?"

  "I got drunk, got lost, found you," replied Daisuke, cutting along the back of his head using the fingers of his other hand as a guide.

  "Anything else?" asked Caleb.

  "I have a little sister that I’m trying to get custody of," replied Daisuke, more serious this time. "But I have to graduate first."

  "What’s your major?" asked Caleb.

  "Psychology."

  "Cool," said Caleb as he petted the back of Daisuke’s head. "Now hand me back the scissors before you reduce your hair down to a crew cut."

  "You don’t think I would look good with one?" teased Daisuke, as he gave the scissors back.

  "I think you would look absolutely gorgeous with a crew cut," complimented Caleb in a husky tone as he kissed his way from between Daisuke’s shoulder blades to the nape of his neck. "I was initially going to give you a French crop, but would you rather a crew cut instead?"

  Daisuke scrutinised his reflection in the tiny mirror as he carefully mulled over Caleb’s suggestion.

  I think I have a good enough face and head shape to pull off such a look, considered Daisuke as he leaned into Caleb’s fervent kissing. And this extremely handsome man seems enthusiastic about the idea.

  "Let’s do it," agreed Daisuke, with nervous determination. "Make it short."

  "Good choice, Hun," said Caleb, with one final kiss to the side of Daisuke’s face before picking up the clippers and attaching a number 4 guard.

  Turning them on, Caleb didn’t hesitate as he ploughed them through Daisuke’s hair. Starting from the centre of his forehead, he pushed them all the way back.

  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

  Daisuke bit his lip in apprehension as another pass was made. Then another. And another. All the hair on his head was quickly reduced to a ½ inch pelt.

  Despite his worries regarding his rapidly changing appearance, Daisuke was, surprisingly, beginning to enjoy the sensation of the clippers as they mowed away at his hair. The vibrations felt incredible against his skin.

  When Caleb shut off the clippers, Daisuke released a surprisingly audible groan. Much to his own embarrassment.

  "You’re so cute when you blush like that," commented Caleb with a lovestruck smile. "By the way, can I give you a bald fade?"

  Daisuke wasn’t overly fond of the word ‘bald’, but with his hair already so short, would such a fade make much of a difference? 

  "You’re the expert," replied Daisuke with faux nonchalance. "Go for it."

  Caleb grabbed his clippers and swapped out the current guard for a shorter one �" a number 2. Placing them at the nape of his neck, he ran the clippers upwards into Daisuke’s hair, pulling away only upon reaching his temple. He then repeated this same movement all the way around his head, reducing everything below his temples to a ¼ of an inch.

  The buzzing of the clippers briefly ceased as Caleb shifted down to an even smaller guard.

  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz… 

 Closing his eyes, Daisuke simply let himself relax and enjoy the experience. It was too late to worry about consequences �" no matter what, he was leaving here with much less hair than what he came in with.

  Finally, Caleb took the guard off completely. The metal felt cold against Daisuki’s head, but even still, he didn’t find the sensation unpleasant. 

  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz… 

 The noise of the clippers finally came to a complete halt. 

  The sensation of something wet and foamy touched the base of Daisuke’s skull. The cold metal of Caleb’s razor was the next sensation he felt.

  Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk. Sccrrk.

  When Caleb was finished shaving Daisuke’s neck, he wiped him down with a towel. Caleb then starts peppering kisses against Daisuke’s naked shoulder. 

  "You look so beautiful," remarked Caleb, resting his forehead against the back of Daisuke’s very exposed neck. "Go take a look in the big mirror while I clean up the bed." 

  Standing up, Daisuke felt tiny tufts of hair fall from his lap �" tufts that were likely longer than the stubbly remains on his head. He took a deep, calming breath before approaching the dresser mirror. 

  The reflection showed a man with very short, blonde hair. The pointed tips of Daisuke’s ears were fully exposed �" unable to be hidden by hair. Fortunately, their visibility didn’t detract any points from Daisuke’s attractiveness. Although, he now looked less pretty and more handsome.

  With both hands, Daisuke took the time to explore his recently shorn head. Rubbing his fingers against the ½ inch stubble on top, he found himself smiling at the prickly sensation. His hands lowered, grazing over the perfectly blended fade, before coming to rest at the base of his skull. Here, his fingers were touching nothing but naked skin. It felt so weird but also very nice.

  "Will you be mine?" asked Caleb, as his arms looped around Daisuke’s waist.

  This had momentarily startled Daisuke.

  "What?" asked Daisuke, with a nervous laugh.

  "Will you be mine?" repeated Caleb.

  Choosing to ignore the question, Daisuke turned around in Caleb’s embrace and reached for his zipper �" pulling it downwards. He was aching for another round.

  "Come with me," insisted Caleb, desperately. 

  "I’m definitely going to cum with you," whispered Daisuke in Caleb’s ear as he freed his dick from his pants and gently ran his hand up the shaft while gradually increasing his pace. "I already have, and I will again."

  "Not like that… Or rather, not only like that," clarified Caleb. "I want you to be mine. Forever."

  "Are you asking if you can turn me?" asked Daisuke.

  Caleb nodded.

  Daisuke wasn’t sure if he was ready for any of this �" becoming a vampire, a long-term relationship. All of this on top of all his other problems would just be too much.

  "We only just met," argued Daisuke, flabbergasted.

  "I was always taught when you find someone who you really like, you shouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste," replied Caleb as he backed them towards the bed.

  "I have obligations."

  "And I can help you," replied Caleb earnestly as he slowly kissed his way down Daisuke’s naked body, pausing briefly in order to suck on each one of his nipples until they were hard. "I want to help you. With your sister. With your ambitions. With all of that."

  Daisuke was speechless. Caleb was offering everything he could ask for… but he was scared. Scared to put so much of his trust into a single person.

  "All you have to do is say yes," pleaded Caleb. He kissed a path down Daisuke’s abs, past his hips. "Please say yes."

  Suddenly, Caleb pushed Daisuke down onto the mattress. Caleb crawled in between Daisuke’s open legs, spreading them further.  Daisuke cried out in pleasure as Caleb inserted his fingers into his ass. Stretching him enough in order to accommodate his huge cock. Their lovemaking this time around was slow and gentle.

  "Please, say yes," repeated Caleb, sucking and nibbling tiny love-bites onto the flesh of Daisuke’s thighs. 

  "What about sunlight?" asked Daisuke, remembering that tidbit of information about sunlight burning vampires.

  "Wear sunscreen," replied Caleb as he eased his penis into Daisuke’s hole. "I have some you can borrow �" SPF 100." 

 "I guess there goes my excuse for refusing," laughed Daisuke.

  "So, will you be mine?" asked Caleb, trailing his hands up and down Daisuke’s naked, hairless chest.

  "Yes," whimpered Daisuke in the throes of pure ecstasy.

  Pulling Daisuke’s wrist up to his mouth, Caleb bit down hard. Daisuke felt a sudden cold sensation rush through his entire body. After several minutes the sensation dissipated.  Daisuke slowly became aware of his canine teeth growing longer and sharper. His eyesight and hearing growing clearer and more perfect. 

  "It’s done," whispered Caleb as he softly petted Daisuke’s short hair as he contently rested his head on his strongly muscled chest. "How do you feel?"

  "Strangely enough…" started Daisuke, leaning into Caleb’s touch. "I feel happy."

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