Motionless In White Kinktober 2024

I'M YOURS TO KEEP, SO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO ME (CM x Nicholas Ruffilo)

Friends In Sin Day One || Prompts; monsterfucking & breath play

Pairing: Vampire!Chris Motionless x Vampire! Nicholas Ruffilo

CW: Supernatural Au, breath play, blood drinking, blood sharing, blow jobs, use of magic

Summary: In this dystopian regency tale, Christopher drags the prince to the city for a night of fun and fright.

 Title comes from Blessthefall's 'Drag Me Under".

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Nicholas groans as he rolls out of bed. Peering up at the setting sun and rubs his eyes warily, a yawn overtaking his whole body with a stretch. He doesn't know how long he's been cooped up in his father's mansion- a punishment for the lack of an heir - but what his father doesn't know is how he's been intentionally making himself infertile from a concoction of magical herbs. Nick is tired of his family's traditional bullshit.

He dresses quickly in ripped jeans and a tight black cotton turtle neck shirt his secret boyfriend stashed for him in the depths of his walk-in closet. After sliding on a pair of boots he's only worn twice in his life, he drapes himself in a long leather trench coat his boyfriend insisted he wear tonight.

Nick sighs deeply, rolling his eyes as he sends a silent prayer to the void that this night doesn't go horribly wrong and he jumps out of the window.

In his bat form, it doesn't take him long to reach the edge of the city when he knows his boyfriend will be there. They've done this before, but not this risky yet Nick doesn't have a fuck to give anymore.

He shifts back into his human body, hair loose and wild against the cool breeze surrounding him. For a heartbeat- if he had one - he drinks in his lover's appearance and smirks.

"Fuckin dork," Nick huffs a laugh, gripping the collar of his love's coat to pull him into a deep kiss. It's slow and unhurried, a wet tongue sliding between a pair of lips where they exchange hot breaths and hushed moans. Cool metal brushes against his skin when sloppy kisses mark his cheek and trail down his jaw.

"We should go, Christopher," Nick mumbles. The lips pressed against his throat suck an annoyed mark onto his skin. "Seriously," his voice is flat with an edge of irritation.

"Relax babe," Chris whispers hotly in his ear. "We've got all the time in the world." Chris ignores Nick's request as he continues to pepper kisses on his tattooed skin.

"What if he finds out?"

"I've missed you so much," Chris whines ignoring Nick's concern, grabbing his lover's hand he whisks them away into the neon city lights.

Nicholas still gets nauseous when Christopher takes them at supernatural speeds, despite them traveling this way almost daily. He wretches behind a large burning metal canister in the dank alleyway, wiping his mouth with his hand, he swallows down more bile.

"You ok, my love?" Chris asks caressing Nicholas' cheek which flushes against his touch.

"I'm fine," he scoffs pulling away, attempting to hide his embarrassment but he knows Chris sees right through it.

"C'mon, let's go dance until the sunrises." Chris winks, lifting Nicholas' hand to press gentle kisses to each knuckle.

At the bar, Nicholas settles his stomach by tossing back some bright fluorescent blue liquid Christopher thrust into his hand before disappearing onto the dancefloor. He knows that any minute now, Chris will be returning to drag him to the dancefloor. It's their usual song and dance; literally, at least once a month when the moon is at its fullest he takes the chance - when the neighboring territories get restless - Christopher finds them a new spot to get lost in. He knows it's only a matter of time before the King finds out, but he doesn't care.