"Chihoko?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God, did I really say that? Cause I didn't mean it." The ebony haired man put a hand to his face.
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He could go through his everyday life acting normal, eating regular food and drinking to get a fill, but not without having a bit of fun.
Yuuri Katsuki was 2,400 year old vampire who wanted to do his best in order to blend in with humans. Just because he wanted to act human didn't mean he couldn't have his occasional fill of blood.
Like any vampire, he was born with drop dead gorgeous looks, but not the sickly pale skin, which helped him blend in even more.
Instead of seducing women and drinking from them like his father and other vampires, he entranced men and sunk his fangs into their necks, sucking their body dry.
Until he came across Viktor Nikiforov.
He had felt the urge not just to drink him dry.
But devour him whole.
Just by passing by him on the street while on his way to a nearby subway, turning around to watch him go down the stairs and disappear into the crowd.
He could smell his blood, so sweet, yet bursting with flavor, even the smell of him was intoxicating his nose. Another thing was how he looked too. The mans' looks rivaled those of Yuuri himself.
With piercing blue eyes, platinum hair, a thick russian accent accompanied with a voice that could bring anyone to their knees. Now, Yuuri doesn't usually love any of his victims, he liked them, loathed them, but could never love them.
But Viktor Nikiforov was an exception.
Finally, he tries to seduce the other, first getting to know them and make them trust him. Like he said before, Viktor was an expection, so he wouldn't just drink from him. He'd try to date him as well.
He had all the time in the world.
Literally.
Viktor fell for Yuuri at first glance. Who could resist his slicked back raven hair? His chocolate eyes, or the endearing smirk he wore proudly on his face? Not him, that's for sure.
The two men finally went on a date after a bit of time, about a month of getting to know each other came before it. The date was going perfectly, taking him to a fancy restaurant where they served them crimson wine.
The wine was good, but not as good as blood, that metallic, salty taste he savored with each drink was what made him like this immortal lifestyle.
"So." Yuuri starts, pouring himself another glass of wine. "Wouldn't you like to enjoy yourself?" He asks, gazing at the man with slanted eyes.
Viktor agreed, but not before seeing the man's eyes flash red. Or maybe that was the lighting. He started to take Yuuri back tp his house in order to enjoy the evening even further.
But Yuuri asks to go outside for a bit to take a stroll with Viktor, of course, the Russian agrees. The men stroll on a slate gray street alongside stores with neon lights in their windows and alleyways with the occasional cat. Their only lights were the streetlamps that casted shadows and the silver moon that hung above them.
"Hey...have I ever told you about Chihoko?"
"Chihoko?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God, did I really say that? Cause I didn't mean it." The ebony haired man put a hand to his face.
"Then what did you mean and who is Chihoko?" Viktor asks, internally jealous.
"I meant-"
Yuuri pins Viktor to the brick wall in the alley, smirking as he bears his fangs to the man in front of him. Viktor shudders as the vampire licks his neck, tasting his sweet skin.
"Chihodo."
-("Blood.")
His eyes turned red full of lust and hunger, sinking his teeth into Viktors' neck.
The Russian felt himself getting weaker, like the life was being sucked out of his body. He thought he was going to die, but then the draining stops.
Yuuri unlatches himself from his prey, leaving his mark, he disappears into the night, his black trenchcoat matching these scene painted in front of him.
He speaks these few words that make Viktor want to reach into the sky and pull the vampire back down by his wings.
"We'll meet again, Nikiforov."
A/N: I might actually write a fic about this...And why did this have so many typos?
I'm so damn proud of this chapter and IDK why.
