Outcast {boyxboy} (OLD)

Chapter 3 - Blood, Blood, and Blood

🔶WARNING🔶
A sort of sexual scene. You can't make one thing about vampires less sexual than it already is

We arrived at home and Ashura still hasn't said a word. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. I wonder if one of the other vampires ticked him off. That's the most likely answer.

I walked inside with Angel and showed her my room. "You should probably stay here for the rest of the night. Ashura's parents won't be back for a few more days, so you won't get in trouble," I advised. I don't even think she acknowledged what I said. She was too busy admiring the mess I call a room.

"If I stay, where am I gonna sleep?" she asked. At least she heard me earlier. But I didn't think she'd agree to it. I gazed around my room for a few moments. The only 'clean' spot was my bed. I pointed to it, her eyes following it. "O-Oh..." Angel said shyly. "I-I didn't think there would be an option..." Her cheeks were turning a bright pink. I shook my head vigorously.

"Y-You don't have to!" I shouted. Damn it. I still know how to make a fool out of myself, especially around girls. "But... there really isn't another option," I mentioned. She looked around, soon agreeing with me.

"But where are you going to sleep?"

"I'll find somewhere..." I said, walking over to my closet. I dug out some old pajamas that I never wear and handed them to her. "Put these on Angel. They're clean and really comfy."

She smiled and nodded. I walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. Sighing heavily, I stared at Ashura's bedroom door. I'm curious to know what's going on with him. Right before he dragged us home, he was casually laughing like usual.

Somehow, I found myself walking to his door. It just felt like a natural instinct to check on him when he's upset. I knocked twice on it before calling out his name. No answer. I twisted the door handle and it opened. I peeked in and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed. His head was resting in the palms of his hands. "If you're gonna come in, go ahead." he said.

"Ashura, what's wrong? You're acting weird," I asked, walking in and closing the door.

"I'm fine," he answered.

"Liar," I replied. He sighed and pat next to him. I sat down next to him on the bed as he signaled. He leaned his head on my shoulder, his eyes closed as if he was thinking of what to say. Ashura looked weak, so I had a pretty good guess of what he needed. But that doesn't make him angry. Something else did. I held his hand, leaning my head on his. "Tell me what happened," I said.

"We got on the subject of you and..." he sighed again. "What they said about you-- I just...I--"

"Shh, shh," I interrupted. "I get it. You just should've said something in the car instead of bottling it up," I remarked. Ashura nodded, or at least what I thought was nodding. I could feel his lips on my neck, and his breath was ragged.

"I...want to..." he barely whispered. I guess I couldn't help but let him. This will be the first time in forever since he's taken blood from me.

"Go ahead," I whispered, preparing for his fangs to sink into my neck. They are painful as hell! I winced a little as they pierced my skin. I could feel myself tearing up from the pain.

Ashura let go of my neck before pushing me down and crawling ontop of me. "Sorry if it hurts," he promptly apologized. He stuck his fangs back into my neck and I let out a small gasp before covering my mouth. It hurt badly, but I felt like I had no other option. Soon I felt his tongue run up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Moans escaped from my lips as he sucked harder. I grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it lightly.