Not Your Typical Vampire [ HARUKYU 18+]

OBSERVING

Haruto came back to the bar much more frequently now. Everyday to be exact. He would hiss as a warning and fight when defied and the reason was clear: Junkyu was his and he was not willing to share him with any dirty old vampire.

He didn't approach Junkyu again in the following days after their first meeting, he let the boy feel his presence everyday, but he took his time to have a taste again. He might be a new vampire compared to most of his peers, barely half a century old, but he already knew that the secret of an enjoyable eternal life was in these little moments. He contained himself to not rush for the prize. He let his own desire be a slow burn flame. He searched for Information about the human and tried to learn everything about him. He didn't want just use it, no, he wanted something more long term and for this he needed to know if he should follow his instincts or not.

It was a good full week after that he asked Mashiho to call Junkyu to wait on his table again.

 
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Junkyu brought his hand up to his neck, touching the leather collar on his neck, reminiscing the time he would feel a faint pang of pain from the bite that Haruto had left last time.

After serving Haruto, he wasn't dismissed so he couldn't leave as it was the pub's orders. He waited a full minute before feeling like he needed to say something.

"Did you like when I bit you last time?"

Junkyu jumped at the question he didn't see coming his way.

"You blushed when you touched your neck just now… Do you want me to do it again for you, darling?" Haruto drawled the last word, teasing his poor beloved.

“When you bit me…before… The uh…” He tried to figure out how to phrase his question as Haruto stared at him in polite curiosity. “I uh…you know…”

“You liked it because I made you achieve an orgasm,” the vampire supplied.

Junkyu flushed, looking down at the table. “Yeah. This happen every time you bite someone?”

Haruto looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. I’ve never fed from a human without sex being involved.”

Junkyu gaped at him. “Is it really that good?” He couldn’t imagine how it could be. But then, he could remember the waves of ecstasy that had wracked his body the last time, so he wasn’t really sure why he had such a hard time believing it.

“It’s…intense if we allow it.” The vampire seemed to be trying out the word, assessing how it fit. After a moment he gave a satisfied nod. “It’s instinct and built from raw need. Like most survival-driven acts, it’s inextricably linked in the mind with sex.”

Despite the confusion still rolling in his stomach at the thought of his situation, Junkyu couldn’t help but be curious about this revelation.

“Do you… I mean, if you need to you can…” He huffed, annoyed at being unable to spit out the words.

The vampire smiled and motioned for Junkyu to come closer. He moved slowly forward, his mind raging at him to turn and run as his very soul seemed to urge him on. When he was close enough, Haruto's hand closed around his arm and pulled him forward, the sudden movement knocking him off-balance and causing him to stumble on his knees, ending up straddling Haruto's thighs as the vampire set his chalice down and brought his hand to Junkyu’s neck. He did a quick work of removing the collar before his thumb rubbed over the faded bite mark, sending a spark through Junkyu’s nerves with the light contact.

"Come with me to the stay in rooms." Haruto half asked, half ordered and Junkyu nodded his head immediately, ready to follow the vampire around.

"You are a rare find, do you know?" Haruto said, knowing full well he doesn't, while he held Junkyu's hand on his and walked towards the other back of the bar, to a corridor filled with rooms to pick. He had already picked one when he arrived today, so he just walked passed the bouncer who guarded the door without saying anything. "Most would be overcome with terror by now, but you... Desire, excitement, curiosity, only the smallest traces of fear..."

"Can you read my mind?" Junkyu asked surprised.

"No. It's not necessary," Haruto said, curving one hand around Junkyu's throat. He strokes his thumb back and forth over the pulse point, enjoying the hot throb of blood that marks every beat. "Your body tells me everything I need to know."

Junkyu licked his lips and tilted his head up, though Haruto was uncertain if he was conscious of the implied submission in such a movement. "Am I your dinner, then?"

"Hardly, my love," Haruto murmured. "My plans for you are much grander, if you're willing."

"Is my willingness important?"

"For a companion, very much so. It would break my heart to remake you only to have your eternal hatred. The choice has to be made by you, Junkyu."

"So you would let me go if I said no?" Junkyu's expression is guileless and Haruto was surprised to feel a moment of honest regret as he shakes his head.

"You are well and truly caught, I'm afraid. Mine no matter what you choose." Haruto watched this sink in and felt compelled to add, "There's pleasure for you either way."

"Well, when you put it that way," Junkyu said, unexpectedly glib. He broke eye contact for a moment, looking down at the floor, his voice sincere when he said, "I'm willing."

As soon as the decision had been stated, the last barrier between them was removed.

Haruto had them in the bedroom in no time, he was glad he had picked a bedroom close to the entrance. He took Junkyu in his hand and ignoring all the details of the room, he guided them to the huge looking bed.

As soon as the decision had been stated, the last barrier between them was removed.

Haruto had them in the bedroom in no time, he was glad he had picked a bedroom close to the entrance. He took Junkyu in his hand and ignoring all the details of the room, he guided them to the huge looking bed.

Haruto sat on the edge of the bed, circling his other arm around the human's waist and bringing his mouth close to his neck, inhaling the scent of blood just below the surface, the steady rush-and-throb rhythm coaxing out his fangs. He opened his mouth, letting his lips ghost over the human’s skin, hearing the breath hitch in Junkyu’s throat…

He bit down, a moan escaping his throat as warm, bittersweet liquid flooded his mouth and the human arched, a small cry ripping from his own.

Junkyu wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling that raced through him as Haruto drank from him…not the actual, physical feeling. His reaction to it was so intense—arousal, heady lust racing through his veins to pool in his groin, a dull tingling sensation beginning to build in the base of his spine and then arching outward like electrical currents to the palms of his hands and the arches of his feet. Easy; intense.

So he couldn’t help it, really; couldn’t stop the moan that issued forth as his adrenaline spiked and his heartbeat quickened; picked up to two and then three pump-pushes in the moment that Haruto swallowed. Couldn’t help it as his back arched, pressing into the vampire’s touch. Couldn’t help that the vampire’s hands on his neck and the small of his back made him feel more steady, more grounded, rather than disgusting him like they should—because they really, really should. Couldn’t help the shudder that wracked his body as pleasure rushed through him, a foreign sensation from deep inside working him to hardness in the absence of physical stimulation. Couldn’t help the way his hands clung desperately to Haruto's upper arms, couldn’t help the way his hips pressed into the vampire’s. Couldn’t help the wanton cry that robbed him of breath.

Haruto's hands didn’t move from their steadying hold on him, yet he could feel him everywhere; crowding his senses and setting his nerves on fire. He felt the vampire’s tongue run over the neatly-torn flesh, felt the shaking inhale as he pulled his mouth away. Junkyu opened his eyes, clouded vision slowly taking in the wide pupils; black nearly overtaking hazel in the vampire’s lust—lust for Junkyu, lust for Junkyu’s blood, he didn’t know. Maybe both. Didn’t matter, really.

“Shit.” Haruto exhaled a shaky laugh and licked his blood-stained lips. “That’s…it’s been a long time. Didn’t want to stop.”

Junkyu almost told him not to, almost brought his hand to the back of the man’s head and pressed his mouth back to his skin, wanting more of that foreign, too-good feeling. But then it hit him, what Haruto meant—he would have drained Junkyu dry. The look in the vampire’s eyes, the blackened lust, suddenly seemed sinister. Junkyu was about to withdraw, about to fight, the spell of the feeding nearly broken and hanging on by only a single thin fiber between them.

He needed to get away from Haruto.