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Nathaniel took the sunglasses from Ira and looked at him, a bit bewildered, but Ira's explanation made sense. It had been so long since he'd been out in the sunlight that he had forgotten what it was like. He placed the shades on his face and after a big breath in and out, he allowed Ira to escort him outside. At the sudden drawing of the curtain, he flinched, and at first he mistook the warmth of the light for a burning sensation. He shielded his face with his arm momentarily, but as he acclimated to the sensation, he lowered it, and upon realizing that he was not dead nor dying nor in pain, he placed his arm back by his side and looked out at the sunlight world, jaw hanging wide open.

Every step toward the railing was slowed by his sense of wonder and a dose of dread that this would all reverse in a mere instant and he would take his last breath of St. Louis air and stand on this balcony, crumbling to ashes. But still, his curiosity and sense of nostalgia drove him forward, despite his fear. He placed his hands on the banister and cast his gaze around, not heeding Ira's suggestion to take a seat if he even noticed the gesture at all.

"It's so warm. It's so... bright. Even with these." He pinched the arm of the sunglasses between his fingers. "It's so much different during the day. It smells different. The air is different." He turned around to look at Ira, and in that moment he could not contain his smile. He grinned wide at him. And he laughed, and it was a laugh of relief, a relief that brought with it a fresh set of tears and an unsteady set of knees. He swooned briefly, reaching out toward Ira to seek something stable to hold on to. But he lowered himself into the chair Ira had saved for him and he leaned back in it, taking a moment to recompose himself while staring up at the sky, not at the sun, but at the incredible blue and white mixture of wispy cirrus clouds and otherwise clear skies.

"I never thought..." He swallowed, and did not finish his sentence. Ira had to know where it was going. He never thought he'd see daylight or blue skies or white clouds again. And part of him still knew that he wasn't supposed to be doing this, but somehow he managed not to listen to it, not now. He would save his guilt for later in his room, and for now, he would enjoy his day in the sun. Perhaps the only one he would ever have again.

"How long does it last?"
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"None of us ever do," Ira responded, picking up Nathaniel's trailing thought.

Ira's gaze lingered on Nathaniel's face every moment it was turned to him. When Nathaniel looked away, he still watched, enraptured by this moment. It was a bit like getting to experience it again for the first time. And it was a bit like falling in love.

"Twelve to fifteen hours," he answered. "Plenty to get you through the day, though I did experience one batch that lasted a shocking seven and a half, to the minute. However, I can assure you with certainty, you will know if it fails you; there is a warning, in the shape of sharp tingles and numbness. It began on my face and traveled downward through my chest and arms. That is when you must find shelter. It will last twenty minutes or so before the sunlight punches a hole through you." Despite the grave nature of the warning, Ira was still smiling. It was the soft, encouraging smile a father gives to his child who conquers their fear of diving head-first into the deep end for the very first time.

"Nathaniel, I'd like very much to take you to the park. Let's watch the children play, the fathers throw a ball for the family dog, the lovers hold hands and share ice creams... Please come with me -- no, you must come!" Ira gripped his arm suddenly, but with a light and joyous laugh. "Come at once, and experience all you have longed for in all these years. See how beautiful the people are!" He stood up. "Oh, and the squirrels! I would wager you haven't seen a squirrel in a very long time. Nor a bird singing, nor the bee buzzing, nor even a caterpillar crawling. Let's look for those things today. I'll get dressed." Ira dropped his robe as he turned away. Butt cheeks flashed at Nathaniel -- and the rest of St. Louis.

Inside the room past the open glass door, Ira chattered on as he found his suit pants and shirt. And some underwear.


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Nathaniel could most certainly appreciate Ira's tone and demeanor of encouragement, as well as his enthusiasm. He lifted the glasses with his knuckles enough that he could wipe the new, relieved tears away.

The sudden grip on his arm frightened him, and he looked on at Ira with wide, alarmed eyes still obscured by the sunglasses. When he realized that Ira was merely just showing even more enthusiasm, he relaxed with a  quiet chuckle. And he watched Ira head inside. And drop his robe.

Nathaniel turned his face away as soon as the moon came out in the shape of Ira's rather excellent rear end. He felt bad for having seen it, though it was not his intention to do so, and he felt worse for enjoying it. It wasn't quite "I just saw daylight for the first time in centuries," but it did vibrate something within him, low in his stomach. With Ira inside, though, Nathaniel smiled to himself and refocused his attention on the sunlit city and his imagination of what the park was like in the daylight. He enjoyed Ira's continued chatter through the open door, but stayed quiet to listen, getting the idea that Ira was the type who would fill the silence should it need filling. It was a comforting dynamic to have between them. He didn't know what to expect out of this new relationship with Ira, whatever sort of relationship that may be, but he felt good about it.

Finally, Nathaniel tested his sturdiness by standing again, and after another long, lingering look out at the tops of the low buildings nearby, he turned to head back inside. "I'd like to drive, if you don't mind. I've never driven in the daylight. I don't know if it's special, but I'd like to find out."
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When Nathaniel found him inside, Ira was wearing a brown three-piece with a green tie. Or was currently in the process of assembling it, anyway. He tucked his white shirt into his pants as the other man joined him. "I'm afraid to say the only difference you'll experience is three times the traffic and the sun glinting off someone else's hind windshield -- but I am more than willing to hand that responsibility over to you. Besides, I don't have a car."

Ira finished with his shirt and put on his vest and jacket and tie, finishing with a pair of jade cufflinks to tie in the green of his tie and his eyes. He smiled at Nathaniel and opened his arm to him. When the man came forward, however shuffly and shy, Ira pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "I'll put you in touch with a serum supply. For now, we'll have to share. After you." He opened the door and gestured for Nathaniel to go before him. 

The park seemed more inviting with Nathaniel in tow. Ira caught glimpses of his wide, precious eyes  behind the dark lenses and it made him grin every time. They strolled into the middle of the park until Nathaniel seemed to want to sit there and soak in everything he could absorb; Ira bought an ice cream, then sat beside him and stealthily dumped the strawberry cone into the trash can beside the bench. "A man will come collect that," he said casually to Nathaniel. Enigmatic as the words were, an explanation soon delivered itself: a haggard-looking man in his late sixties stumbled out of seemingly nowhere and scooped the dessert from the top of the rubbish. His gaze flashed keenly from Nathaniel to Ira, then he squinted and hobbled off.

"He refuses money and gifts," Ira told Nathaniel, leaning slightly toward him. "Former Marine. Too much pride to be given pit--" Ira caught off with a grunt as he caught a frisbee destined for Nathaniel's face. An apologetic, shirtless dog owner trotted toward them. Ira admired the man with a sweep from his lower abdominal area upwards and smiled warmly when he reached his face.

"Not at all," he said to the owner. He handed the frisbee to Nathaniel and encouraged him to throw it for the man's labrador.  Once the man and his dog went away, Ira smirked. "You're good with dogs. Good with men. We'll get along famously. Speaking of fame! You have my royal invitation to visit the theater. We have four shows this summer going into Autumn." Ira swiveled in his seat to face Nathaniel more head-on. He propped his elbow on the back of the bench, put his jaw to his knuckles, and casually crossed one leg on the other. His socks had tennis balls.
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Nathaniel awkwardly accepted the hug with a tight smile afterward. He nodded, though he didn't really expect to be sharing anything with Ira after today. Certainly he wouldn't be here forever? And Sam would be home tonight...

Before they left, Nathaniel took Ira with him to his room (which was much quieter now), and found some clothes that didn't feel too dressed down in comparison to Ira's and took them into the bathroom to change. He checked his appearance in the mirror before they left, and he kept Ira's sunglasses with him.

The daytime really did have him mesmerized, and every once in a while, he caught Ira looking at him and immediately tried to pretend that he didn't notice. Though he probably was then caught blushing thereafter; he didn't know because he refused to look at him while he was feeling so embarrassed. He took a seat on the bench and watched all the people. Which made him nervous. So many people around, and he really did need to feed... all the heartbeats, but so little cover. And what if feeding somehow undid the effects of the drug? He couldn't be sure, and he didn't want to feed anyway, so he hoped it would be fine.

Nate caught a glimpse of Ira dumping...ice ream? Into the trash can. He looked at him bewildered, but then Ira gave an explanation, and that cleared up nothing, especially since it was interrupted by a frisbee.

His heart raced from the near collision of face and plastic board, and he gave Ira a grateful look, and from behind the cover of the sunglasses he gave a different kind of look to the shirtless man who came to collect the frisbee. Which was now in Nathaniel's hand.

"What?" he asked. He'd never thrown one before, though he wasn't so uninformed that he didn't understand how they worked. He gave a tight smile to the dog and then lamely threw the frisbee to it. It fell on the ground out of the dog's reach, and he found himself nervously tucking his hands under his thighs and giving more tight smiles to the attractive man who was now leaving. Ugh, what a terrible encounter.

It was hard not to laugh (awkwardly) at what Ira said about him being good with dogs or men or with anything that wasn't a red pen and a college freshman's English essay. But his eyebrows went up at the invitation to see Ira's theater, which he couldn't remember him saying he had, but he nodded. Glancing down at Ira's new position and tennis ball socks he swallowed.

"That's rather kind of you. I'll remember your invitation. Thank you." He didn't know what else to say, feeling a bit overwhelmed from being out in public. And the sunlight made him so... visible. "How do you..." he trailed off while his eyes looked around for anyone who was close enough to be listening to him, and then he dropped his voice and leaned toward Ira some. "How do you handle feeding?"
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Ira studied Nathaniel's face, particularly his mouth, and listened to him with an ever-present smirk playing in the curtains of his smile.

"I do not feed, bumblebee. I 'snack.' If you are so very interested," he said lowly, matching Nathaniel's tone with a smile now, "then I shall show you. If I may?" Before Nathaniel could recognize just what he was requesting permission to do, Ira had leaned in and suckled the area, soon driving his top fangs in shallowly. The indentations carved into Nathaniel's skin were hardly more than deep bruises with small tears that allowed fluid to leak -- enough for just a few stiff swallows before the wounds healed themselves.

Ira trailed his lips up to Nathaniel's jaw and ear and murmured an apology, cupping his jaw with convincing tenderness as a show to dissuade any passersby from interfering. "If I hadn't taken you by surprise, it would have hurt three times as much." Ira kissed his cheek and remained cozy for another minute longer, briefly checking the wounds until he was satisfied by their scar-like development.


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Nathaniel's first instinct when Ira offered to show him how he "snacked" was to panic. He couldn't just nab a human in broad daylight! Nathaniel scolded himself internally for forgetting that vampires could be crude by nature, no matter how young they were. But he didn't know that he was the vampire's intended victim.

When Ira leaned in and sucked on his neck, he was surprised, but he cried out, sharp and whine-like before cutting off suddenly, and then covered his mouth his hand when he realized what was happening. He let his hand fall onto Ira's leg and rest there while he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Ira's lips and tongue on his neck, and the slightest, but most exciting, movement that meant he was swallowing his blood. After the surprise of the bite, the bigger surprise came in the form of his own placidity in the moment. It was a unique emotion, and he was very much wrapped up in it  as well as the lingering moment afterward that was reminiscent of an intimacy that he craved on such an essential level, that he could feel every atom in his body reaching to Ira with the intent to cling to him. He sat completely still, relaxed, until Ira pulled away and the light and sounds of the sun-filled, people-flooded park returned to existence. Nathaniel put his eyes on Ira's face and sat up straighter, which pulled his hand millimeters closer to himself on Ira's thigh. Which made him realize where his hand was.

Trying not to seem so panicky or that he was averse to touching Ira because surprisingly—excitingly—he was not, Nathaniel slid his hand down to Ira's knee before withdrawing it. "So you do that with everyone?" he asked, eyes falling down to where his hand had just been in Ira's lap.
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While he waited for the silvery dots of scars to appear on Nathaniel's neck, Ira touched the groom of the man's elbow—of the same arm of the hand touching his own knee—and gave it an easy, soothing rub up to the bicep. He lifted his chin with a spy, playful smile and said, "Only to the ones who trust me. And you must trust me quite a bit indeed."

When Nathaniel withdrew his hand, Ira kept his in place for a while longer. Then he slid it down and interlaced their fingers casually, but not without a secret, giddy smile as he turned his face away. "You have an extraordinary flavor, if you're not bothered by my saying. You're welcome for a taste whenever you like—but no one seems to like it."

Ira stood up with Nathaniel's hand still tied to his own. "Let's feed the ducks."


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He shouldn't have appreciated the feel of Ira's hand on his arm so much, but he did. Nathaniel was happy to be hiding behind the sunglasses. Did he trust Ira? He didn't really know him. Was it even possible to actually trust him at this point? He was still surviving in the sunshine, so perhaps that was something to take into account on that matter.

Nathaniel watched Ira's fingers work their way in between his, and he looked up with some surprise at him, though they'd been far more intimate just a moment before with the  neck-sucking than they were now with hand-holding. But there was an innocence and complacency to associate with this gesture. It was somehow both intimate, but mild. He didn't know what to think about Ira's blood, but the wording of his sentence made him ponder a few things.

He got up with Ira to go feed the ducks. "You feed your blood to humans?" he asked quietly from slightly behind him, letting Ira lead the way. "Or do you mean other vampires? I didn't know you could get anything out of vampire blood." It could taste all right, but it wasn't very sustainable as sustenance.
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"The other vampires in my troupe support my feeding habits and in turn, I support theirs—by supplying friendly humans. With frequent snacks every day, sometimes several times a day, the little Batlings stay focused, motivated, and happier. Since we've developed our system, there have been fewer fights and greater workflow productivity. And no, most vampires cannot glean a great deal from taking advantage of one another, but apparently I can, so I do." Ira gave a slight shrug, content with having the privilege and not knowing how it came to be.

He fed spare change from his pockets into a little vending box that sold duck feed, likely in an effort to raise a few dollars for the park and also put a stop to feeding the waterfowl bread, thus preventing a plethora of illnesses and disease. Ira motioned for Nathaniel to cup his hands under the faucet that would dispense the grains and dried berries, then twisted the metal dial until the feed poured out and filled Nathaniel's hands. The ducks and a handful of geese along with two swans seemed to be called by the noise of the machine just as much as a cat is called by a can opener.

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Nathaniel placed his hands under the spout for the duck feed and watched the mixture fill his palms. When he turned around, the ducks were already approaching, and he felt a little as though he owed the duck mafia money.

He let out a surprised, nervous laugh and instinctively took a step closer to Ira. "Do I just... toss it?" he asked, holding the feed out and glancing between it and the incoming mob of ducks. "Or do I let them eat from my hands? What if they bite me?"

A duck at his feet quacked up at him and he jumped, causing a portion of the feed to shower to the ground, which the other ducks rushed to. He backed up until he ran into Ira, and then feeling trapped, he tossed the remainder of the feed on the other side of the duck gang and scampered to stand mostly behind Ira, on the opposite side of him. "I don't think I like this." He swallowed hard and watched the little mess of ducks knocking into each other for bites of food.
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"Whatever you feel most comfortable with," Ira replied breezily as he turned the feed machine's dial for himself. With his back momentarily to Nathaniel, he missed out on witnessing the initial approach of the March of the Ducks. Turning around with feed in hand and an optimistic expression, Ira was greeted by possibly the most endearing, hilarious scene in all his life.

"Oh, good Lord!" He laughed brightly and did not offer Nathaniel shelter, but did not throw him away or mock him any more, either. He only tutted fondly and smiled, then bent to kneel down and offered the ducks their dinner at eye-level. Mostly, the gang of waterfowl avoided his hands, but on occasion, one would catch a fold of his palm and nip at it with determined enthusiasm, mistaking it for a juicy earthworm.

"Mind your manners," Ira would say, not too unkindly but with the firmness of a father. The ducks seemed to obey him.

While the last of the herd were finishing their supper (about thirty seconds after supper began,) Ira turned his face up towards Nathaniel and smiled. "What would you like to do next on your reunion with the sun, sweet love? Surely not try to feed some geese." With his teasing finished, and also the feeding session, he stood up and dusted off his hands. He took Nathaniel into an arm and kissed his cheek casually. "You were stupendous."
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Nathaniel relaxed a bit when the ducks put their attention Ira instead. He had to admire the other man's confidence, not that a man needed much in order to face a group of ducks, but it was obviously a courage he didn't have himself. He waited patiently, enjoying the show more from the distance he'd put between himself and the wild animals than up close.

He met Ira with a bright expecting look about him. And then he was asked what he wanted to do, and he lost his smile some. It felt like something he should have been prepared for. He wasn't sure how other vampires thought, but certainly he wasn't the only one who'd had "if I ever get to see daylight again" fantasies. What did he want to do with this blessing? He certainly intended to treat it like the rare experience it was, and he was interested in wasting not a second of it.

The kiss on the cheek surprised him, as did the compliment, and he could feel the heat rise to his cheeks in a fresh blush. He wondered if that was something Ira might find intriguing on a blood-drinking level. Or if perhaps he was one of those vampires who mixed their food with their sexual activity—not that they would be doing anything sexual!

"I don't think I was," he replied, looking down at the grass and glancing at the ducks who had all dispersed, though they hadn't gone very far. "There's so much we could do that it's hard to decide what's next. Will the effects really last all day?" And would Ira keep his arm around him like this? And if so, did Nathaniel want him to or not? He didn't know. Or perhaps, it was a combination of both.

Nathaniel waited for whatever Ira's next cue would be, not really knowing what he wanted to do or where to go to do it if he did.

"I hear there's a free zoo to visit in this city. And a theme park not far from here?" Those seemed like grand things he had never gotten to experience before, though they were also places with large crowds of people. And... he was hungry.

But that wasn't Ira's problem. When he met up with Samuel, he would make it Samuel's problem.
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"Are you distrustful of science, or of your old chum Ira R. Flick? Mm? Of course it will last all day if I say it will; the last thing—nay, a sight I never want to behold in my life!—would be for your flesh to ignite in a burst of solar hatred just before I've barely begun to enjoy making your acquaintance," he reassured him.

The flush to Nathaniel's pale, beautiful cheeks was exciting, but in the sense of accomplishment it brought him to see his effect on the other young man. No, what enthralled Ira as from the viewpoint of a fairly new vampire was the slow (yet marginally faster-than-average,) thump of Nathaniel's heart; it was so very susceptible to provocation... he wondered what it would sound like if heard through his own tongue, lips pressed above it on the slender mound of flesh that concealed Nathaniel's upper ribcage.

Leading Nathaniel around the park had been easy, enjoyable, and it seemed Nathaniel was enjoying being towed along as well. And so Ira led him back to the slim, curving asphalt path that served as a jogging circuit around the whole of the park and whistled a little, playfully, at a small girl who passed them going the opposite direction. Ice cream ran down her chin to her pale yellow shirt. She had not a care in the world and smiled back at the funny tall men walking arm in arm before scooting off at double speed to God only knows where.

"Caged animals stink to high heaven and humans tend to vomit when they're stimulated so roughly," he said of the zoo and the amusement park, almost as one long, lecturing sigh. But nevertheless, he smiled at him. "Let's do give you the best day of your new life. Wherever you will to go, I shall follow."


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The pair enjoyed their time at the park, and Nathaniel managed to take Ira on a full trip through the zoo, eager to see everything, including a caterpillar they spotted on a branch in the wilds of the decorative trees throughout the park, before the sun could set on his day in the sun...and after all, the theme park wouldn't close until the sun was already down.  He didn't understand the full benefit of going to Six Flags later in the day, when the lines were significantly shorter and most of the smaller children had left for the day with their exhausted parents. The summer air was cooler and the sun was less aggressive, although likely more than anyone else in the park, Nathaniel appreciated the sensation thoroughly and sometimes with a long appreciative look at the sky and the little bit of wildlife and the people alongside them. He stuck close to Ira at first, still not entirely at ease with being in such close proximity to so many "snacks" as Ira had so daintily called his brief feeding from earlier. But he had a building sense of faith in himself as his desire for blood withstood similar crowds for most of the beautiful day.

Usually timid Nathaniel found himself surprised at just how much he enjoyed the thrill rides, choosing to ride the mile-long wooden coaster The Boss a second time, knowing that there had been nearly no line when they first got in. He was grateful that Ira seemed eager to do what he wanted. They rode to the top, this time in the very front seats, while dusk settled upon them, and just before the first drop, Nathaniel got to watch the sun dip beyond the horizon with his own eyes, for the first time since 1689. And then just like the first time they rode, his heart dropped along with the coaster down the steep track.

What he experienced with his pumping heart as they left the ride for real this time, was pure elation. He'd hurried from ride to ride and game to game with a renewed high after each event, and he didn't want it to end. He'd stopped thinking so much about how he hardly knew Ira, though their talk throughout the day had knitted them closer together without any conscious effort.

Nathaniel let out a big sigh through a wide open smile and leaned on Ira while they walked into Britannia, a medieval-themed section of the park where The Boss was located. The lights from the rides and the restaurants lit up the park despite the disappearing sun.

"I want to do this again," he said. "I don't think I've ever actually known what fun is like." He laughed quietly at himself, becoming thoughtful with a smile plastered to his face and his wistful eyes focused on continuing to take everything in even though truly his time in the sun had come to an end.

It was in this unfocused period that he managed to collide with a stranger, who to his horror, tumbled over in a cascading domino effect with his girlfriend.

"I am so sorry," he blurted, turning to help them up, only to be swatted at with a refillable Six Flags souvenir cup.

"Keep your queer hands off her, fucker," the man said.

Nathaniel stopped, his mouth gaping as the woman helped herself to her feet and the man inspected his scraped, bloody knee. It wasn't much blood. It probably wouldn't even drip down his leg if left untouched, but it was enough to put its decadent scent on the air, for Nathaniel to breathe in and his eyelids to flutter, his mouth to water, his feet to take two instinctive steps toward the man without his consent.

When he realized he had moved closer, his quick cover was to offer the man a hand, which got him swatted at again.

Nathaniel pulled his hands back. "I really am sorry," he repeated quietly, unconscious of his brain's quick work in devising a plan for how to get this man's blood without causing a scene.  He barely registered the muttering from the girlfriend who tried to get her boyfriend to his feet, saying it was time to go home anyway and "don't start anything." Forgetting all about Ira, Nathaniel stared on as they turned to leave.
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