WHEN NIGHT COMES

Marked

"Hey puppy, wake up."

Porchay, the young stubborn vampire is in a great crisis right now. He's been in an internal battle with himself; trying his very best not to let his intrusive vampire thoughts get ahead of him. He's having a hard time with sighing every now and then because this man on top of him was sleeping like a log; getting all comfortable with the vampire; not minding how dangerous he is.

He really wanted to let his fangs out and relieve the itchiness he's been putting up since he got close to the wolf. Porchay doesn't know why he can smell him; he can smell the scent of the wolf dancing around his cabin that is making him high like he's on drugs. And yeah, it's making him want to pierce that soft skin oh Kimhan's nape.

"No Chay. He's an enemy. Drinking his blood is an embarrassment to us." He said to himself. "And he's your student, okay!"

"Mmmm..."

Porchay paused and held his breath, literally. He held Kimhan's face and moved it sideways a bit to see his face and he regretted doing it.

'Shit.'

And something moved inside his chest that got him surprised to the point that he stood up; pushing away, no, more like throwing away the person on top of him. Kimhan's sleep got disturbed and his mood became sour.

"What the hell! Why did you push me?!" he said while caressing his head that hit the wall hard.

Kimhan stood up and realized he's not wearing anything. He just sighed and turned to his professor with eyes that could pierce through you then wandered his eyes inside the room only to find a closet in the corner. There must be some clothes in it.

As he opened the closet and slipped through a pair of sweatpants that is a bit bigger than his usual size, Kimhan noticed droplets of blood on the floor. His forehead was lacerated. Porchay on the other hand was looking at him with a confused look; hands on his chest.

"What did you do to me?" he asked Kimhan but he did not answer. "Hey, I'm asking---"

But Porchay wasn't able to continue his question as Kimhan's waves of pheromones that smelled like freshly squished oranges filled the room. It was something that a wolf like Kimhan especially omegas would emit if they are upset or in danger. And Kimhan is clearly angry as he flashed his purple eyes in front of Porchay and his fangs that also emerged.

It was something that Kimhan has never done before. He has never done something like this because Kimhan never experienced an encounter like this one. Him emitting that kind of pheromones got him into his heat more. And it's hurting him more than the cut on his forehead that he got from being thrown on the wall just a while ago.

"Stop doing that!" Porchay commanded as he was trying his best not to mind the pheromones that literally making him drunk.

"I can't." Kimhan said with a trembling voice which made Porchay go on a full-alert mode as Kimhan started to walk towards him.

"Hey! Stop right there, dog!"

But it was no avail. Kimhan is not listening.

"This is your fault."

Porchay's reasoning and humane consciousness went all to the drain when his nose met with something iron-like scent in the air that made his eyes glow gold and his fangs fully emerged. Those pheromones aren't helping, instead it worsens the situation as it just made Porchay hyper-sensitive.

Fuck.

"You really wanna be in trouble." Porchay said in a dismayed chuckle because he can't believe himself getting all excited and worked-up with this little puppy right in front of him.

"It's partly your fault." Kimhan said in a labored breath; trying to walk as straight as he can. "Are there any first aid kit here sir?"

"Why would you need one? I could just lick it clean for you."

Oh shit! I forgot he's a vampire!

"I would rather die bleeding sir." Kimhan answered bluntly; he's in control of his heat now and unexpectedly calmer than before.

Kimhan learned that his pheromones can affect the vampire in front of him. He doesn't know why it happens; he will ask his brother once he gets back. If he would be able to get back.

It was as fast as the lightning; how Kimhan was suddenly pinned in the wall, was all due to Porchay. He pressed his body against Kimhan and the wolf cannot shake him off. He was too strong and too persistent as Porchay tried to make a trail of his wet tongue against Kimhan's neck but was welcomed with a headbutt. He did not budge at all and Kimhan is a bit weaker because of his heat. And the vampire did it again; this time, grazing his fangs against Kimhan's skin that made him shiver down in his spine.

'Oh, for fuck's sake! I don't wanna be a vampire's meal! I shouldn't have gone to the forest. This stupid heat! I should've have taken those stupid suppressants. I should've listened to Porsche.'

"You know sir, my blood really doesn't taste that---"

Kimhan wasn't able to continue what he's saying as he felt pairs of fangs pierced through the skin on his nape, slowly, painfully tearing it like it was a piece of paper; his body again, felt like on fire as his heat skyrocketed that made him release his freshly-baked cookie scent in the room.

Porchay started to suck blood out of Kimhan that made the wolf's head spin in frenzy. It's painful and Kimhan is getting weaker and weaker every time the vampire feeds on his blood; relentlessly drinking like there is no tomorrow; making Kimhan clutch on his shoulder to find support and not to fall on his knees and Porchay held him on the waist.

'When it will end?'

But the real sensation just started to kick in as Kimhan started to feel overly sensitive in every touch of Porchay on his skin; making him let out a moan that even him cannot believe that he let out such sound. The pain that he was feeling before was utterly replaced by an unexplainable pleasure that Kimhan cannot believe. And yes, he's panting and sweating and feeling so hot; like there is a knot forming in his stomach every time the vampire sucks again on his nape.

My nape!

"Nooooooo."

Kimhan desperately cried as he tried to push the vampire away from him. He was already hitting him on the chest; kicking him on his legs and wriggling himself out of Porchay's hold.

"No, stop it please."

But the vampire wasn't listening. He's just savoring every drop of blood he could suck out of the wolf. He wanted to listen to the little wolf that was already crying and pleading under him but he cannot stop. His blood is too much for him; it's so enticing and addicting.

"Please, sir."

That's when Porchay realized what he has done as he heard his student sobs and whimpers. And Porchay quickly moved away from Kimhan that made the wolf lean on the wall for support. He then reached a hand on his nape where Porchay bit a while ago and horror was already painted on Kimhan's face.

"You, stupid vampire!"

And now he's angry.

"Did you realized what have you done?!"