a sprinkle of rainbow • Completed

let out the beast (4/7)

"Mark me."

Marking is an integral part of werewolves' lives. It's more than putting a territory over someone. It strengthens mates' bond. Marking is what also sets them apart from other creatures. The whole mating ritual only happens between werewolves, so Kongpob's sure marking Arthit won't make them mates for life, unlike werewolves. Arthit knows this too, but he uses this specific term to tease Kongpob.

However, that doesn't mean Kongpob is just going to attack Arthit. It won't make them mates, sure, but there should be a slight effect, somehow. What he knows is that Arthit will still be a vampire, the same logic Kongpob will still be a werewolf even if Arthit bites him. 

Aside from that, Kongpob doesn't know anymore, it's not like they have a subject on vampire/werewolves mating since their powerful mating is technically forbidden. And when Wad's giving a free course about vampires, Kongpob mostly tunes him out because he's sick of Wad, and he doesn't have the hots for vampires.

Until now. 

He should've listened to Wad. 

He can't also ask Arthit, the latter might laugh at his naivety. That'll ruin the intense tension they currently have. What if this doesn't happen anytime again? Knowing Arthit's randomness, maybe there's a good fey from the Outcasts' bar from earlier who sprinkled some goodness in him. 

Impatient, Arthit pulls Kongpob and bares his neck for him. "Do it."

"Will it change anything?"

Arthit just pulls Kongpob closer. Contrary to some beliefs, although undead, vampires do not smell fresh from the graves nor garlic, this particular vampire doesn't. Arthit smells like honey and a bit of lavender. Whereas omegas drip with sweetness and flowery smell that made Kongpob heady, Arthit's scent is layered. It's muskier and more earthy. It's a more pungent scent hitting his sensitive nose. 

Kongpob and the wolf in him aren't complaining though, in fact, they find this particular scent more exhilarating than the omegas he smelled. Thus, Kongpob sinks his teeth in Arthit's neck, not caring for any particular spot since vampires don't have scent glands. 

Arthit pulls Kongpob closer, burying his teeth deeper in him. 

Once Kongpob is done, he tries to lean in again for another kiss hoping it would continue but Arthit pushes his face away. He then wears the vast floppy hat back, subtly protecting himself from Kongpob's hands. 

Arthit starts driving again, talking to Kongpob animatedly as if they didn't just share the hottest make out of their lives (he's not sure about Arthit, but that's the hottest for Kongpob). Arthit is unaffected by the pheromones Kongpob released in the heat of their make out. 

Kongpob slumps back on his seat, the coiling heat in his lower stomach vanishing. His hard-on is returning to its soft state, all thanks to Arthit's self-centered words. 

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A day passes before Arthit calls for his butler's help again. Kongpob leaves during their 1st break ignoring his friends' cheers. It's mostly Wad's leers and hoping he'd be a member of the 'We Love Vampires' also dubbed as 'Vampire I love fucking' club soon. Kongpob snorts at that as if he's not a member of that club yet. He's slowly climbing as the club's president about to boot Wad. 

Arthit has a different car this time around. It's a light brown this time. It looks like what a commoner would use, something Kongpob thought Arthit wouldn't touch. 

Arthit doesn't pull down his window this time around, so Kongpob just gets inside. He does a double-take seeing Arthit's outfit for the day. He has his usual black aesthetic outfit on except for two things– a black long sleeve turtle neck replacing his black oxford shirt, and in place of his floppy hat is a beret, of all things, perfectly placed on top of his perfectly styled hair.