So this is better. A lot less dark that my other pieces, but it still has juice (because seriously, how can we find a story interesting without any sadness, angst and betrayal?). Anyways, I like this story, the subject is appealing. What do you guys think?
It was Vlad, Bertrand and a sweet girl named Ruby, enjoying some harmless time in the living room.
Well, except that Ruby was unconscious and that Bertrand was sucking her dry, laying on the leather sofa.
Sitting crossed-legged on a comfy burgundy chair, Vlad was anything but comfortable. He glared unkindly at his tutor. He felt like the witness of a murder, which in a way, he was. Instead of letting himself feeling guilty, he forced himself to take another sip of his glassed bottle, soy blood of course. Finally Bertrand couldn't take it anymore and just had to let it out.
"Vladdy, quit being so gloomy" He teased, finally leaving the delectable neck.
"You've got some on your chin" Vlad snapped back, trying to sound unmoved.
Bertrand let go of the body, which fell grotesquely on the floor. He wiped off the blood dripping down his chin, looking satisfied.
"This is disgusting you know."
"You're aware that drinking blood is in your nature" He got up smoothly and kicked the body aside, like some rag doll.
"Until now, I've be doing just fine" The adolescent grumped, crossing his arms childishly. "Soy blood is just delicious."
Bertrand couldn't help but laughing out noisily.
"You have no idea what real blood taste like. Come on, have a sip." He said, kicking the body again.
He just frowned in retaliation. Why people couldn't just let it go? It was his way of life and he was fucking happy with it.
"You have no idea" The satisfied vampire added "how this is pleasurable. For us. And for them."
"Pleasurable for them" Vlad snorted. "Sure that being bitten and sucked out of your blood must be the nirvana or something."
"But it's true"
Bertrand was so close now; he leaned in and licked his lips all so seductively.
"Wanna try?" He teased.
Vlad suddenly got breathless. It was impossible; he just had to be dreaming. Somebody pinch him!
But Bertrand seemed to be here, flesh and blood and freaking horny. He could only nod slightly, making the teacher's grin widening.
He pinned the boy down to the chair.
Vlad really looked scared; eyes widen and slightly open mouth. If he was alive, his heart would have been beating uncontrollably.
Wanting to wipe out that look away, he leaned in and pressed an open kiss on the teenager's neck, just right above the jugular.
Vlad held his breath, as he felt Bertrand's smirking on top of him. This was so strange, so new but all so good. The tutor was all muscles and sharp angles, grounding him with some resolute domination.
He chuckled slightly, his warm breath making Vlad shiver.
The lips traveled on his throat, up to his ear to his collarbone, tasting him, lingering a very welcomed pressure here and there, which had him melting.
He tossed his head to the side, trying to hide the fact that he enjoyed it. But it was hopeless. Fuck, it was so hard to pretend when it was so easy to give in.
The teen brought up his hand to the other's man's hair, all so curly and unruly. God he had dream about those locks. They smelled good, a subtle mix of refined soap and some wild spice. He inhaled slightly, a decided that yes, this must be heaven.
Bertrand was almost straddling his lap now and their hips were grinding. Vlad couldn't help doing some tiny whines that he finds so embarrassing. The older vampire, on the contrary, was insanely turned on by them. He started sucking a special spot of the boy's neck which made Vlad cry out even louder.
The chosen one hauled him closer, and he had a realization: The older vampire felt huge. Oh God, it was just bloody awesome.
His hand lifted his chin gently, in order to gain a better access to the adolescent's neck. His canines were grazing at his neckline, teasing him, making him sigh.
"Do it" He breathed. Fuck, he thought, Bertrand had won.
And without further due, the teacher's teeth sank in.
"Oh!"
For Vlad the feeling was unspeakable. He felt some pain, because of the sharp bite, but it was nothing compare to the pleasure. It was even more addicting than alcohol, even more needed than blood. Oh God oh godohgod!
And when he felt his unlife starting to leave, a numb sensation went through his body, curling like a fire in his stomach.
That's when it hit him.
He couldn't suppress the loud moan coming out from deep inside his throat.
His limbs shuddered, and then contracted themselves. His toes curled.
Fuck.
Fuck was the word. He just had an orgasm.
Bertrand lifted himself of the couch, looking positively depraved. His hair was an even more messy than usual and his shirt was ruffled up. He had a little blood by the corner of his lips. Except this time it was Vlad's blood.
Vlad, who felt a tingle running along his neck, perhaps from the bruises that started showing here and there, along with the sharp pain left by Bertrand's fangs. His throat was surely ravaged.
"Was that satisfying?"
"I've gotta admit, you were right" Vlad said, as Bertrand smirked with satisfaction. "But I'm still not going to drink human blood."
"I'll make you change your mind" The tutor replied.
Vlad tried to stand up; feeling light-headed, but he couldn't do so without stumbling. Bertrand caught him, an arm around his shoulder, thinking briefly about how perfectly their two frames fitted together. Numbness filled the both of them.
"It was good" Vlad mumbled sweetly, thinking himself sinking into oblivion.
"Wanna try it again sometimes?"
He felt himself falling deeper, lulled by the motion of the vampire's breathing .He nodded slightly (in his state of mind he could have agreed to anything) but in one last moment of lucidity, he declared: "Okay. But you get to be bitten next time."
How can I live without Young Dracula? Now I have to wait a whole year to watch season 4… I can't wait!
This is going to have a sequel, eventually.