The Unnamed Project (Switched Names).
BL
E. Moor
I already regret this.
Living alone in the castle and going out once a month to drink blood was a lonely task that Mark performed by himself... He had no other vampires to hunt with and his castle was old and creaky with the occasional scream of pain from a victim in the basement. Mark was walking around in the castle debating if he should make an exception and go out to the village himself to buy some other foods besides the blood which he put in everything he cooked, as he walked down the hall, he saw a young servant man carrying two buckets of boiling water and realised he must be going off to make Mark's bath. He didn't look too bad Mark thought, but then it had been some centuries since he had seen a fine looking specimen of human. This was one had seen maybe once or twice since he often didn't like to interact with his servant staff. The only one he talked with regularly was his housekeeper/maid and she wouldn't be on the eating list since Mark only drank the blood of men... Servant Boy rushed past him with a panicked look and a red face which made Mark curious, so he turned and followed the boy to the bath and watched silently as he worked.
'Sir, the bath is nearly ready, only 2 more buckets of cool water. I am sorry for the delay, I can pay in blood sir, please do not be angry with me.' This servant was panicking and shaking. Was he really that scared?
'No need to worry. Get it done quickly.'
'Sorry sir, I will do it now!' He rushed away dropping a bucket and scurrying back for it.' Not a bad specimen... I might just drink his blood as payment after all. Mark's fangs ached a little just when he thought about blood and all its beautiful life sustaining qualities.
When the servant returned, he poured the water in quickly and Mark began to undress, showing a well toned body. He was slim, but not too slim with long dark hair which was just a little bit wavy. The servant looked at his body, face going bright red and he looked away, pretending he hadn't seen his Lord's body and all its glory.
'Little Servant, would you like to do some extra little tasks? I think I will take you up on your offer of blood as payment. Come here, let me see you.' Mark said softly and the servant came up to him with a shaky step.
'Sir, please, just take a sip and let me go.'
'Are you refusing my offer to do more tasks?' Mark whispered as he pulled the servant a little closer and they were only about five inches apart from each other.
'Ah~ no sir, I promise. I'm sorry, I'll do the tasks, just tell me to do them.'
'Undress now. I need to see your body so I can truly assess your qualities.' Mark got a tingling feeling in his fangs as his need for blood got stronger and stronger with his burning desire for this young man. He realised he should know the servant's name and he asked. 'What is your name, Little Servant of mine?' He questioned as he walked around him, shirt off and blushing like mad.
"My family name is Etulain, but I am Damon.' He told him with great nervousness.
"Your body seems acceptable as a sacrifice. Lay down and relax. Don't tense up or I'll get stuck in you~". Mark told him as Damon lay down on his stomach, exposing his bare back which wasn't well muscled, but not flabby either. Damon took a gasp as Mark sat on him, right on his ass and sank down gently to take a bite into the warm flesh right between Damon's shoulders.
"Ah, sir~ please, take all that you need to repay my mistake." Damon whined and took another breath in as Mark continued to draw blood from the quivering body beneath him.
Section 2.
Soon enough Damon was asleep whether the young man had passed out from exhaustion or blood loss...
Mark didn't sleep, but he was able to close his eyes and listen to the ragged breathing of his little subject next to him. With great caution, Mark woke him with a little kiss. He decided that Damon would be his lifelong partner who would one day become a vampire even though he knew the rule.
"Damon, time to work my little servant" he whispered in his ear.
"Master, I'm still so sleepy.. Won't you wake me more gently?" Damon asked with a cute little whine and Mark didn't want to so he took Damon firmly in his arms and kissed him with a lot of tongue. Damon was shaken awake by Mark's rough kiss and he responded by pulling on a certain part of his Master.
"Are you sure? I won't go easy on you." Mark told him as he flipped Damon onto his stomach and the blanket slid off the bed. Damon was whining in no time as Mark moved on top of him slowly taking his time as he teased Damon.
Mark wasn't gentle as he finally went for it. Damon let out a squeak of pain as his virgin body accepted the length.
The fucking lasted late into the evening and Damon's body was exhausted and drained from the attention. Mark's lack of sleep got to him despite being a vampire and it caused more hunger some months. He spent a lot of time drinking from Damon's offerings. He called him his little blood bag because of a needle and tube that connected the two. Where Mark went, Damon would follow. It was rare for Mark to let his little blood bag have time off, but today would be an exception since it had been almost a year of them wandering around together.
In the time that had been going on, their relationship had become more than just servant and master.
Mark couldn't say he truly loved Damon, but he could appreciate his services. When Damon wasn't around, Mark would often go down to the basements to do some of his favourite training which included whips, ties, and screaming.
He felt a great need to rid himself of anger at Damon not being there for him to fuck and bite. Having realised that he was definitely the top in their relationship, Mark was often waiting to tackle Damon onto the bed and fuck him to near death as his body reacted naturally to the whines, moans, and screams that were signature to Damon's body responding to the pleasure.
Never would Mark let Damon have a full day away from him since his little Blood Bag was so important. Damon's return was a saving grace for some of the servants in the basement.
Mark stopped and pulled on his clothing but only for a little while since he planned to grab Damon as soon as he stepped one precious foot in the door of the castle. He didn't care who might be out and around since his servants had all been specially trained to see and handle situations in the last several months. The servants in the castle were mostly men to begin with and the few women there were not on Mark's menu.
Damon came in with his bag and some groceries. He had no time to prepare as Mark sprung and tackled him. Damon decided that he would no longer be the subject of Mark's topping, so he rolled with him and ended up above him.
"Look how the mighty lion has fallen" he murmured in Mark's ear. Shocked eyes met him and he smiled, finding he really liked the feeling of power. It made him realise why Mark liked to be on top. With force, Damon took Mark's legs and spread them. He did not spare the vampire anything as he fucked him hard. Mark's face was still in partial shock, but he began to whine and squirm. Damon held him down and kissed him, sealing all whines and moans. Servants didn't stop to gawk at the two, but they knew they would get little sleep that night.
Evening rolled around and Mark's mind was whirling with what had happened earlier in the day. He had not seen Damon be so aggressive and intense with him before. He realised with some dread, that he sort of liked being dominated by him. Vaguely vexed by his own feelings, Mark crawled into the king size bed where Damon already sat, getting out a couple ties from the drawer by the bed.
"Are you ready for the fucking of your lifetime? I'll spare you, just the same as you spared me". This sent sparks of dread through Mark's mind, but his fangs had another idea. Instead of letting Damon take the lead, he moved fast and took up his favourite position. On top, buried deep both fangs and length.
"Ah~ master, spare me please!" Damon whined as Mark's fangs dug deep into his left shoulder.
"I will not spare you. Turn over. I'm going to fuck you from dusk til dawn" Mark told him as he began to tie the signature double colum knot.
Long into the night, Mark and Damon went at it.
His favourite position was to make Damon face him and tell him dirty things.
"Master, please, Ah~ please sir. I'm sorry. I'll beg. I'll do anything." Damon said.
