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[14] Pineapple

Six months had passed since Yuta had killed the politician, and he was still oblivious to what had been going on.

He'd been awake for some time now, but Sicheng just looked too comfortable in his arms, he couldn't move a sleeping angel.

Enamored by the boy's beauty, he fell deeper every day. It was intoxicating, the younger was just far too precious, like porcelain, fragile and easy to break.

Maybe Yuta liked him that way, because he was doting and obedient, the way that the men of his time idealized the concept of a wife, even if half of them were actually queer.

History failed to document how the samurai men would operate behind closed doors, although Yuta wasn't necessarily apart of that side of the lifestyle, no.

He wanted to remain honorable to his family, back then. Now his family was just a distant memory, a reminder of adolescence. He could hardly recall their faces, so he sought not to.

Instead, he directed his focus back to the sleepy boy. Caressed his face, he'd give anything for this to last for an eternity.

And he almost did, his recovery from Sicheng's poisonous blood has been agonizingly slow, he couldn't quite recall how long it'd been, just knew it was taking longer than it should've.

Not something to worry about just then, but if it continued, he knew what might have to happen.

The thought made him appreciate the moment more, didn't want it to be the last. Yuta's thoughts were interrupted by Sicheng's fluttering eyelashes, he'd awoken so gracefully.

Yuta couldn't help but smile, "Hello, my dear." Sicheng let out a small giggle, "Hi, master." He gave him a small kiss on the lips, softness colliding.

"I have something for you." He left their coffin, retrieving something just out of Sicheng's gaze, all he could hear was rustling among the tall drawers that surrounded their room.

When he fell back into Sicheng's sight line, he held a pair of leather shackles. "What are those for, Master?" His inquiry, so innocent. "Darling, they are in order to bound your wrists."

Sicheng couldn't help but feel excited, his libido was as prominent as ever and he'd dreamt of moments like this. As if Yuta knew his every fantasy, this is one that he'd suppressed for a while.

The man bound both of Sicheng's hands above his head, and locked them tight. He put on a necklace which featured the key dangling from it, and it felt like Sicheng was owned by his alluring master.

"If you shall ever feel... Unfavorable, then you can call out a word that you might never say. A word that will guarantee your safety."

"What word, Master?" What a dream, he was. "May it be your own decision, my dear." So eloquently spoken that Sicheng nearly forgot about his perverted tendencies.

"Pineapple." Yuta raised an eyebrow, "Really?" He inquired. "What would be the reason for that?"he found it awfully peculiar, what a specific phrase.

"They were the only thing I could stomach, for a long while. They felt comfortable, safe... And now, you taste like pineapples."

Yuta brought their lips closer, giving them a light peck. Their eyes danced within each other, so intimately bound by the blood that tethered them.

Yuta inserted his fingers inside of Sicheng's mouth, it wrapped around him so beautifully. The moisture, the warmth, so addictive. Just the feeling against his skin was enough, and when he began to moan against his hand, Yuta became even more aroused.

He wouldn't let it last for long, though. Had to finish the performance. Just as Sicheng became adjusted to his regal fingers, he removed them from the boy's mouth, a string of drool trickling down his chin.

Yuta inched his hand downwards, thankful that the boy slept naked so that he would not have to strip him. He teased around his hole, before he could commit to inserting a finger, it elicited lewd sounds out of Sicheng.

He thrusted, driving Sicheng to madness again and again. His hole, still as tight as the first time, healed; regenerated.

He didn't thoroughly stretch Sicheng, either. Knew he liked it when Yuta was rougher, the porcelain doll that wanted to feel as if he were being broken.

One by one, he inserted more fingers, until he reached the number 3, and Sicheng couldn't possibly fit anymore.

He screamed, like no other. Bound by his wrists, bound to the coffin that they'd lied in, feeling an utter loss of control, one that he sunk into completely.

"Please... Master... Please..." Tears running down his face, in a strange state of bliss that couldn't be described, one that formed through the sensation of being controlled.

"Use your words, my dear." Diligent in his responses, he was trustworthy, and that's why Sicheng let go of his worldly sensations, and traded them for something more foreign.

"Please fuck me, master. Do me like I don't matter, like I'm just some hole for you to use." And Yuta withdrew his fingers and slapped his ass with vigor, earning a gasp from the fledgling.

"Why must you degrade yourself, darling?" He glistened in Sicheng's eye like an angel, made him feel like heaven. "B-Because..." He choked up, "Say it, dear."

He worked up the courage, to admit his own rotten desires. "It makes me so horny." Rugged and unkempt, he was unashamedly admitting the fantasies that had been inadvertently haunted his brain.

"Well then, I'll 'use you' as you said." Sicheng thought he might've been dreaming. "You can be my doll, my toy. You shall be the hole that bears my seed."

His cock twitched by simply hearing Yuta's words, and he could tell that Sicheng's arousal had peaked.

Without skipping a beat, he thrusted his length into Sicheng without mercy. And Sicheng took it all, even as he bottomed out in his recurring virginity, Sicheng took it without hesitation.

Embracing this feeling of overwhelming lack of control, embracing the pain that it brought on with no second thought.

He was just so full, painted with a purpose. He could give his body to whom gave his blood, pledge his perpetual virginity once, and once again.

He was a mess, figuratively flying, his face stained with tears, and in luck at their neighborless residence, because he was loud enough to make the birds in the area flee.

Yuta had been in awe, Sicheng's complete and utter dedication to submission, and he was more than delighted to take control.

Sicheng was his, his to love, his to kiss, his to fuck.   And he wouldn't have it any other way, he leaned down to kiss Sicheng's delicate neck, but as his lips met the plush skin, he couldn't help but bite.

Venom released immediately, he started to feel euphoric, drunk off the blood, knew that Sicheng felt the same; better even.

He couldn't explain it, but the feeling of being bitten in such an erogenous zone was a natural aphrodisiac, and the push that sent him over the finish line.

And the feeling had been the most surreal, one that no human could imagine, one of the otherworldly pleasures that only a vampire could experience.

Yuta followed behind him, filling Sicheng completely with his load, more cum than any human would ever know, but just enough for Sicheng to handle.

He loved being filled, he loved being full, whether Yuta's cock had substantially taken ahold of his hole, or his semen did, Sicheng didn't care as long as his tender hole was filled.

Finally, the older withdrew his fangs, and did as such with himself from Sicheng as well. They were both winded, but still high off the endorphins that were released.

What a way to start the day.