Fangs are a Turn-on

by terradog13

Alfred is walking home one night after a party when he meets a mysterious man who bites him and drinks his blood! When he comes to, the man explains he's a vampire and that Alfred is his servant! Just what has happened to his normal life? And why won't this man stop biting him!

1. Chapter 1

Alfred shook his head, trying to clear the beer-induced fog within his head. Ugh, now I know why Mathew said not to get in a drinking fight with Gilbert. He will win. He groaned, stumbling into an alleyway and backing up until he hit a wall. He sat down and put his head between his legs, moaning.

"Are you alright, sir?" A voice in front of him asked. He looked up at and saw a small man bending down and looking at him, concerned. For some reason, he was wearing a cape and a very old-fashioned tuxedo, the one with the very long tails. Alfred laughed.

"Dude, did you just come from a costume party? Cause your outfit is sooo weird!" The man's eye twitched and he frowned.

"There is nothing wrong with my clothes." The man put out a hand and Alfred took it, standing up, though a little shaky in the legs.

"Thanks, dude." The man's frown deepened.

"Please refrain from calling me 'dude', for I find it quite rude."

"Then what do you want me to call you then?" The man seemed to mull it over.

"Sir, will be fine for this brief time. Now can you lean down some?" Alfred looked him up and down, thinking he's not that bad-looking. He grinned.

"Why, do you want a kiss or something?" The man rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I want a kiss from a drunkard." Despite the fact that the man's voice was practically dripping with sarcasm, Alfred didn't pick up on it and he leaned down, closing his eyes. The man pushed his head to the side, exposing his neck.

"Thank you for the meal," he whispered. Before Alfred could ask what he was talking about, the man pulled his head back, allowing Alfred to see a flash of fangs before he bit. Alfred gasped and his head began to feel light as the man drank from him. Instead of pain, he felt pleasure coursing through his body. After a few minutes, the man finally backed up, giving the bite one last lick before moving away. He nodded before turning away. Alfred's knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the ground, his vision blurring. He watched as the man walking off, his cape swirling around him.

Arthur was only able to go a few feet before he turned around, looking back at the unconscious body behind him. He stood there a few minutes before finally dropping his head and sighing. He went back to the drunk man and, picking up his arms, began to drag him to his home.