❝Blue Spring.❞ - [SATOSUGU COLLECTION]

02. Blood-thirsty.

(smut, Gojo vamp hunter, Geto vamp AU)

Gojo had been sent away upon a mission, after hearing a few people in the area talk about vampires near their homes.

And of course he was going to kill every last one of them. Those blood-sucking bastards, always thinking they could get away with devouring innocent people.

As he reached the cathedral, he looked around to scout the area. Sooner or later, he met one who immediately lunged at him. Not that it wasn't expected.

But for some reason, he was stunned. Gojo wouldn't dare move for once in his life. And it wasn't fear. But something else that he couldn't put a finger on.

He came in contact with the ground as the vampire tackled him to the ground, baring his fangs.

And it was strange, he was admiring a vampire for the first time in his life. Like he was in some sort of trance. The vampire must've done this.

He was able to snap out of it, his arm bracing over his neck in attempts to push him off.

Geto had never been this blood thirsty before. And he normally kept to himself, feeding on small animal's blood to survive.

But there was something about this hunter's scent that smelled so tempting. he could practically taste it on his tongue from how close they were. He wanted—needed a taste.

But before that could happen, the white haired hunter pushed him off. "You blood thirsty fiend," He cursed, scrambling onto his feet, retrieving a stake from its holster.

Geto looked up, his eyes darting to the stake. He moved at lightspeed, retrieving the weapon from his hands and flung it to the side.

Gojo has never reacted this slowly before. He was pinned to the floor again in an instant, the vampire baring his fangs again, ready to bite his 'prey'.

The hunter kicked and thrashed underneath him to no avail. He would soon feel something poking the most sensitive part of his neck, the fangs protruding into his fragile and pale skin.

His breath caught in his throat as he winced, freezing up underneath Geto. The slight pain soon contorted into a strange pleasure of sorts. Gojo wasn't supposed to feel this way.

The hazy feeling swirled all around him, causing him to become lightheaded almost immediately. He could feel that wretched vampire suck his neck, drinking in his blood.

It tasted so sweet on Geto's tongue, he couldn't help but be greedy and want more. It was an instinct, after all.

A whiny moan unwillingly left his throat, his mouth agape at the sensation. It wasn't supposed to feel this good. He could feel his cock twitch and strain against the fabric of his pants.

"Get—off—" he managed to utter, weakly trying to pry the vampire away from his neck. Geto didn't budge one bit, if anything, sucking on his neck with more vigor.

Geto couldn't help himself. His blood was shockingly sweet. Gojo whimpered and cursed from underneath him, soon laid there in defeat.

He suckled on his neck some more, feeding into his blood thirsty nature. Gojo hated every bit of this. He hesitantly put an arm over his back, squeezing the fabric tightly.

And when he did stop, Gojo was drained half to death. He was no longer 'paralyzed', just weak.

He sat up slowly, keeping his distance with  eyebrows drawing in. Geto licked the crimson off of his lips, tasting the last remnants of his blood.