Spoiled Sweet [boyxboy]

The Choice

Vladimir's long blood ruby hair was tied up within a ponytail that now hung over his right shoulder. Holding onto Vell tightly he gritted his teeth as a fang pricked his bottom lip. Not sure if this decision was to be filled with regret. Pull him up or not to.

Fearing for his life his heart rushed gallons of blood which it seemed from his heart pulsing. Adrenaline coursing throughout his veins as Vlad listened to the heartbeat. "Vlad p-please!" His voice choked in a begging pitch, wanting to be saved.

At the second the little master slipped from his grasp, he snatched his wrist yanking him up onto safe land. "Now." He held the boy in a ballroom position. "Let's tend to those wounds."

Back at the safe house, Damien was starting to pace around the healthy blades of grass. Anticipating if he made a mistake or not. He tightened his fists at his sides. "I have to let him learn his lesson, Vlad wouldn't endanger his life. I just don't want Vell to..." Cutting himself off, How dare he try to even finish that sentence. He bowed his head down with a slow depressing breath that shook when leaving his nostrils.

Vell spaced himself away from Vlad's body. Almost disgusted but how could anyone deny the charm that flew off of him. Twins yet opposites with the common love interest but who was his match? Vlad touched Vell's hand and stared at the others eyes as if he'd take him right then and there on the forest floor. "Don't deny our history any longer. The least you could do is let me help your wound."

"Vlad... I don't recall much of our past. So stop pushing it so strongly on me, you're annoying me." He said like a spoiled brat.

Glaring down his prey, his desire instantly changing his direction on the situation. "Heh, Use that tone with me again Vell I will show you the true meaning of No Mercy."

"Fine, Whatever you say." He scoffed.

Vlad scooped up that little shit-head bridal style. Holding that femboy frame close, Thinking how thigh high socks would suit his legs. The blood didn't bother him nor disturb his fantasies. He started to walk towards the clean river, listening to the waves crashing of a roaring waterfall.

An hour later...

He had Vell wrapped up and resting, parts of Vlad's shirt was torn off. Allowing his head to rest on the mans chest, leaning back with his legs open, he stared up at the sky. It was growing towards the evening already? He peaked down at the short male, smiling faintly to himself. Ghosting joy grew within him. Stroking his fingers through Vell's thick soft locks of hair. His head leaned down to place a kiss upon his forehead. "Come back to me soon." He begged in a whisper, as if memories would obey a beings voice. He shifted his hand down a familiar place on Vell, Checking his stomach since he could hear the rumbling. He wanted to feel it. Obviously the only reason was hunger.

Shifting the slender body off to the side that moved with dead weight. He pushed his crimson blood ponytail behind him. It met with his mid back and felt like silk. Vladimir went to the streaming waters, taking off his shirt and pants, underwear remaining on. The immortal dipped his foot into the bone chilling water slowly. His abs as a toned six pack, leaning his tall muscular body over the water he stood still until snatching at the water for a good ten minutes. Multiple attempts but in the end, he got four plump fish. Climbing out of the water, Vlad dropped the wet fish on a flat boulder the size of a human head.

"What are you doing...?" Vell groaned hearing the sound of something wet. Blinking a few times he saw Vladimir's exposed toned body. It made his face melt just as red as the vampires hair. 'Holy shit..' He thought to himself.

"You know you made that same face the first time we had sex." Vlad was picking up firewood and dry grass. He sat down to spark a fire.

"Shut up will ya! I don't recall such things." Vell was getting embarrassed and cranky.

"Hm." He glanced up at him.

"What?"

"Nothing. You just look cute when flustered." Vlad took the fish placing it over the fire with a stick made grill. It should hold long enough till the fish is done.

Vell didn't reply to that as he watched the male cook. He moved to sit next to Vlad on his own and leaned his head against the males shoulder. Holding his side, the wound was only an inch or two deep but an inch long. Probably why the royal brat bled from the fall.

Vlad almost smiled to himself as this moment should last forever. But as we all know, nothing lasts forever. As his empty stomach felt pained he wanted to know was Vell leading him on right now or was this act of closeness genuine?

"Thank you for saving me." He looked at the man.

"...." Vladimir gazed at him as the fire popped and crackled. He cupped the boys cheek and pressed his lips against his fully. A complete passionate kiss as his hand brushed to the back of his head and yanked on the locks of hair in a backwards motion to lift the boys head up.

Vell didn't resist but his eyes at first widened then closed. He actually kissed him back and made a lewd sound against the lips of the immortal king charming, forget prince charming. He felt Vlad apply pressure to his body making him submit, laying down as he hovered over the smaller frame. Vlad parted from the kiss and stopped, his lips left an inch away from Vell's. "Do you love me?" His tone was deep and desirable but not begging, it was more of a demanding pitch of wanting to know an answer.

The night was growing, the forest grew silent except for the rushing water and animals of the dark coming out to play. Vell parted his lips to answer.

"I – "