Music To My Soul

Ch.9

(Lemon/18+ warning)

Alucard: 

I hated this. I knew just where this was going to go. I saw how Tim reacted during the entire conversation, and it was no different than when we first started dating. He was a nervous mess and the pheromones he put out were extremely hard to ignore. He sits down next to me, and I can't help but feel hostile and possessive in the exact same breath. 

" Feel better, draga mea?" 

" I do, darling. I hope it didn't upset you." 

He curls into my side and pecks my cheek, a sign I've come to learn as his way of trying to be sympathetic. Tim always curls into me as a way to both calm me down and to stabilize himself, and honestly, it was adorable most of the time, but right now, it just pissed me off. 

" It did, more than I believed it could." 

" I'm sorry, but you did say it was fine." 

" Only because I didn't know how it would play out. You both sounded like a couple making up after a bad lover's spat. It sickens me to know that another can pull such strings on you." 

It was then Tim did something I didn't know he could do. He straddled my waist, and pinned me to the couch with his arms on either side of my head, his lips encasing my own in a demanding kiss full of power and passion. My hands fly to his hips and I instinctually pull his body closer, a small snarl rolling from my chest making him moan breathily. He pulls back just enough to rest his head on mine, a sinister smile very unlike him slithered onto his face, his green eyes full of that same venomous power that I now knew to be his temper, but it was tinged with a lust I didn't know my precious Mate had. 

" You know, for a king, you worry and awful lot about what the common folk think. I chose you, Dracula, over every other man or woman on earth. Why on said sacred rock would I downgrade from a king of an entire race of meta human to a lowly lab rat of the Vatican? He is my friend, nothing more. I love you, and never forget that, and just to make sure you don't, I think you need to have something to help the lesson stick."

I don't know when he had, but somehow my shirt was unbuttoned and open, his lips and tongue tracing my throat, and to say I was blissfully shocked by his actions would be an understatement. His fingers traced my body in ways none before had, no scar untraced, no muscle left unexplored. I let out a pleasant hiss as his lips encased a lone nipple and made my hips buck, only to have his ass force me to the couch. I've never really seen the sensual or sexual side of my Mate, so like hell was I going to ruin this by speaking. 

" Vlad, I want you to turn me. I want to be your Mate and equal for all of time." 

My mind froze and everything felt like time had stopped. I adjusted to have Tim look me in the eye, and I saw he was serious. 

" Timothy, you do know if you do this, you will lose everything and everyone you are trying to keep in your life. Alexander might even grow to resent you." 

" So long as I have you, I feel as if I need nothing else. As for Alex, I'll explain myself, and I'm certain with proper time and whatnot, he'll see reason. Now, are you serious about us going steady or not?" 

I didn't let him second guess. I ensnared his lips with mine, moving fast enough to scoop him up into my arms and pin him to the bed with ease. I flick my wrist, and I'm stark as the day I was born, as was Timothy, his lithe and soft frame a huge contrast to my more muscular and toned one. As our hands explored the new flesh exposed, I felt him bite my lip a bit too hard, and I growl out a laugh as he sucked on the lower appendage with fevered passion, my fingers teasing his hips and the inside of his thighs. I rolled us over, and Tim sank his nails into my arms for stability. 

" Tim, I love you so much. You truly will forever be my sunshine." 

" I love you too, my silly old bat." 

" This is going to hurt, and for that, I am sorry." 

" I understand. I trust you." 

I place my fingers next to his lips, and without prompt, starts to lick them in a very lewd and sloppy fashion, his fingers curled around my length and slowly pumping his hand in the process. I was in heaven, until I felt the knot start to build up too much, and I had to gently grip his wrist to stop him from breaking the dam.

" Not just yet, my dear. We are just getting started. Now, sit at your own pace." 

I placed my fingers, now lubed up with his spit, at his entrance, teasing the outer ring, making him moan and blush. I smiled in glee as he sank deep onto the two digits with a very pornographic mewl, having him stretch himself out so he could adjust properly, and to earn this very special gift.  

" Tell me what you want, my dear." 

" Please, I want you inside me. I need it, oh god, do I fucking need it!" 

I chuckle, very much savoring the absolute beautiful image of this moment, burning it into my memory. I position myself with my fingers, and slowly replace my fingers with my shaft, earning a even more glorious image of his eyes rolling back a bit, his lips pulled into a messy smile. 

" Now, earn your transformation, my Mate. Show me how well you can please me." 

" Of course, Regele meu! Anything for you!" (my king)

Tim started to move on his own, my hand moving now to his member, and gently teasing the head that was weeping that salty mixture of life. The more I stroked, the harder he rode me, and it was perfection. I could feel him tightening around me, and I knew I was close, so I carefully pulled him close, not letting him pull off, and rolled him onto his back. 

" When I tell you to, bite me." 

" Yes, my love." 

" You sound so fucking hot right now. Please, keep talking dirty for me." 

I start to thrust as I hear some of the nastiest things come from my Mate's mouth, driving me to the edge of oblivion, and just before I kilter over, I remember the one important thing. 

" Tim, bite me! Oh god damn it, please bite me!"

I feel his human teeth sink deep into my shoulder, and as I puncture his neck in response, I feel the dam break, a rare wave of euphoria washes over me, and as I feel the life slip from Tim, I carefully pull back enough to see his eyes turn scarlet, before he passes out from fatigue. I carefully pull out and clean us both up from the mess of blood and other bodily fluids, leaving him to sleep in his bed until he awakens. I summon a pair of sleep pants Tim got me, black ones with orange and purple bats all over them, and sit on the couch, my hand not moving from the now permanent mark he left on my shoulder, and a smile plastered to my face.