The momentary look of sadness in Carrick's eyes was so deep. Russell could almost tell what he was thinking. The vampire had been around for two thousand years already. Russ' life; longer than a human's was still short by comparison to Carrick's. There was nothing that could be done to change it. To his vampire lover, he might as well be a pet. Russell would love him as long as he could. He kissed his lover's throat when it was offered again. Then feeling wicked, he nibbled and sucked on the delicate skin wondering if he would be able to give a vampire a hickey. Though bruising would require blood beneath the skin. Still, it would be fun to try.