This was the not the first town he had been looking down on. Night was his favourite element, and the roofs were his safe haven. Safe from the sight of humans roaming the streets, usually in search for fun, or in a hurry to go home. In his years of hunting he quickly leant to tell the difference, those intoxicated drunks were the easiest targets, usually too stoned to know what was happening to them. They would wake up the next day weak and unwell, but otherwise unharmed. He knew the rules very well, and he knew the bad fame of his kind came from those who didn't know when to stop drinking, before the venom would hit the victim and claim him as a child of the night or before the victim bled to death.
He was way smarter than that, taught by his uncle, or at least the man who he learnt to call uncle. He knew a bit of blood to qualm the basic thirst was enough to survive, and not leaving a trail of dead bodies meant no hunter would come after them. Their coven wasn't small, but they usually moved around in pairs or alone and occasionally met up in arranged locations. Modern times and mobiles phones made it easy to coordinate their moves, while the internet made it even easier to change locations, renting or buying real estate online. Not to mention the constant flow of money thanks to his uncle's abilities of playing the stock market. The modern world was heaven for them, more chances than ever, and more opportunities than ever. Freedom to pick their food in the crowd loving the night life.
Food, he was so hungry looking at the crowd. There were so many to pick from, young and innocent, or old and experienced. There were so many ways of doing this, seducing his victim, or just cornering his food down in an alleyway. He could follow his food around and sneak into the flat or house, and drink to his delight. He could do so many things, but first he had to choose... And he always had problems choosing, always seeking something different never feeling fully satisfied...
Suddenly a delightful smell hit his nose. It was an aroma of fresh young blood. An aroma of strength and confidence. It was coming definitely from a male. He moved along the roof to catch the smell better to narrow down the source within the people moving around on the streets. He desperately needed to find the source, the smell was so alluring, like nothing else he had ever tasted. He sniffed again, and decided to it was time to come closer. With all his predator skills he easily came down the building with several short jumps from railings to railings. He landed on the ground without drawing much attention to himself and he blended within the people walking on the streets. His nose guided him three blocks from where he jumped down, before he could finally make out the person causing his stomach to turn upside down.
As soon as he noticed the short blond hair and muscular body, he felt another feeling within his dead body. Lust. And lust connected with thirst was the most delightful connection. This boy was gorgeous. He was well-built and buff, short but with an aura of strength around him. He was alluring, and there was something about him that made his stomach growl demanding his food, and his cock rise demanding his body. He trailed behind the boy confidently. It was clear he wasn't a party goer; he looked tired so he was probably heading home after a long day's work.
He wondered where the boy was heading; it had to be within walking distance since the boy wasn't going to catch the subway, or a bus. If he was going home there was a risk, but the smell was driving him so crazy he decided to silence whoever he would meet. He had a knack for controlling those on his path, he could make them believe almost anything, bend their will, increase their lust, almost anything. He knew he was alluring enough to get any man or woman into his bed. He just had to approach and focus.
Entering the apartment building the predator decided to sneak into the boy's home. He watched from the darkness as the boy turned the key and opened a door to one of many small flats in the open air corridor. Before the door closed his hand stopped it.
The boy looked at him with some kind of alert on his face. But to his surprise there was no fear visible. He took in the deep blue eyes staring back at him. He smiled at the boy knowing his smile was usually enough to charm any human, but the boy stared at him impassively.
"What do you want?" He finally snapped at the stranger standing silently in the doorway.
"You!" The monster growled lightly and closed the distance between them pressing his lips into the lips of his victim. With a kick he closed the door and grabbed his food closer.
"Get off I'm really not interested!" The boy mumbled trying to catch his breath.
"Oh but you are..." The vampire gently caressed his erection through his jeans, and leaned again to plant chaste kisses along the boy's neckline. The smell was intoxicating, driving him almost insane. It would have driven any young normal vampire nuts, but this was no inexperienced predator. He had been around for too long, and had been trained to hold back.
"Let me show you what you really want..." He pulled the blond closer, so that their bodies collided and their erections gently pressed against each other.
"What...?" The boy gasped feeling the beast's hand slide into his jeans and caresses him so intimately, as a lover would. He ripped the t-shirt off the boy, only to gasp with delight seeing the lean body, and he could feel the warm firm skin under his lifeless fingers. He moved his lips along the arteries and veins smelling the blood through the skin.
"You smell divine!" The monster gasped slowly losing control over his lust, as he was planting kissed down his victim's chest. The boy's breath was ragged; clearly he was very aroused as well, which made his body smell even better.
"Let me show you just how divine you are..." The predator smiled at the boy and began undressing him, taking off his jeans and sliding them down to the floor. He looked up at the blond taking in his half closed eyes, his slightly blushed cheeks; he could hear his erratic breathing and the fast pulse right under his lips, as he was taking the blond into his mouth. Looking up to him he briefly wondered what would feel best, being on top or being on the bottom. So far the boy was passive to say the least, aroused and willing, but passive. He never had that before, usually his food was entranced, but this meal seemed vaguely different. Somehow it seemed more important and alluring than any other food he'd ever met. He stood up yet again, and forcefully pressed his tongue along the beautiful pink lips, he could hear a moan of surprise as the boy tasted himself on his tongue.
"Now tell me, do you still think you don't want it?" He taunted the boys gently grabbing his ass and purring like a kitten against him.
"Fuck it..." The boy finally mumbled and grabbed the person caressing him. The predator was surprised with the firmness and strength of the touch, but he loved the feeling of those hands on his body, he loved the feeling as those lips attacked him with equal fierceness as his own assault before.
Within moments they were a tangled mess of naked limbs on the simple bedspread. The boy so impassionate at the start was now clearly dominating, not that the predator minded at all. He loved the thrill of being pressed into the bed and fucked senselessly, so the feel of the strong warm live body on his was delightful. It was perfect to feel those hands touch him, it was perfect to feel that strong erection press into him and claim him. Sex always gave the impression he was still alive, but this touch was way more than that. The touch was intoxicating as the smell; the warm body was so alluring that the monster felt almost alive as the hot penis was penetrating him with force. It was a dream come true. As he pulled down the head of his victim to plant more kissed along his jaw line and neck, as he slowly bit down on his pulse line and the warm blood began following, the monster for a moment felt truly alive. His whole body trembled feeling the orgasm come, and the moment his fangs bit down on the boy's neck he heard a groan of surprise and fulfilment flow in the boy's veins. He gently pulled back licking off any stray blood and carefully tasting the incredible taste on his tongue. This boy was perfect. He glanced at his now unconscious lover with a smile; he would love to bite down and taste more, it was very difficult to pull back like never before in his afterlife, but this way he could always come back for more.
Fili has always been told he was special. He was raised by his uncle Frerin, a short buff blond just like himself, so alike in fact most people thought they were son and father despite the true shocking age difference. His uncle always told him about the family tradition of hunting down and killing monsters. But now he was pretending to be an ordinary student, working long hours at a bar to pay off his rent.
He knew something had been following him that night, he could sense it, just like he knew when it would rain, when the bus would be late or when his boss was having PMS. He knew what it was the moment it stood in his doorway; out of all the people it could have chosen in the night time crowd the predator just had to follow him. In a way he was grateful the beast didn't try to kill anyone else, he knew he had the weapons appropriate for the task in his reach, but somehow he was too surprised to reach for them.
He had heard stories from his fellow tribe members that some humans felt huge lust towards these creatures, and that some sough them out just for the delights of sex. He had always wondered how extreme you would have to be to be willing to die for fantastic sex. But he knew most people were simply charmed by the bests and it was all an illusion.
But what he felt when those lips crashed into his it were not an illusion. The beast wasn't aware of it, but his powers would never work fully on Fili, his rare precious bloodline would prevent most types of manipulation. But those lips felt so good against his own, the confident touch felt so good. Those cold hands sent shivers down his back, and filled his willing erection. The cocky beast used it for his own benefit. Teasing his body, teasing his soul into submission. Teasing him enough to forget who he was and what he should do with this beast.
He was surprised the beast let him take control and set the pace, he felt it might be some kind of ploy, but the willing body under him was proving it was enjoying it as much as Fili. He kept glancing at the beautiful body under him. The long brown curly hair, the dark black eyes staring at him with some kind of thirst and passion he could never experience. In the heat of passion he missed the moment when the beast pressed his fangs into the skin on his neck and drank his full. The moment those fangs bit him, he felt his world crumble into the strongest orgasm he ever had, and his last dying thought was that it was worth it.
He woke up as if he had a hangover, which was surprising after a day at work. He stretched remembering the strange dream he had, all his years thinking of vampires and monsters out there, he had never dreamt of one in a sexual way, and more so he had never dream of fucking one. He stumbled into the bathroom, relieved himself and glanced at the mirror. His eyes widened seeing two distinct bite marks on his neck. His brows crossed as he came closer to the mirror and carefully examined the marks, as well as all the other love marks he had on his body. He was covered in scratches and gentle bites, but the bite on his neck was the real thing.
Fili blinked carefully gathering his thoughts; he had really fucked a real fucking vampire. The vampire had really bit him, but somehow he was still alive and well. He looked surprised at his own surprised face, feeling that many things he had been taught were contradicting what he had experienced. There was no fucking way a vampire could stop sucking blood before the victim turned or died. There was no fucking way...