Moonlight crept into a bedroom of teal and astronomical photography, an old model of the solar system glowing in the darkness as a reminder of a childhood that was enamored with outer space.
That same moonlight shone lovingly against pale skin. The skin of the undead. A creature of the night that prowled for human life force. Tweek silently floated through the quiet streets, hunting, his wings casting horrid shadows that could frighten even the bravest of men.
His nose inhaled deeply, forgoing the useless oxygen for the direction to the right victim. He would smell them. His instinct as a vampire led him to this little town, promising a delightful feeding.
When he passed by a house painted brown, he caught the scent.
The sweet scent of a Catholic boy.
A forked tongue licked age-old lips before flying quietly to a window on the second story of the house. The curtains had been left open just enough for him to peek inside at his meal. In a navy blue bed laid a young man. Certainly no older than nineteen. Not far from Tweek's age before he had been changed. Ah, but that was a lifetime ago.
It was always easy to open windows on upper floors. After all, no one thinks a burglar would sprout wings. The lock wasn't engaged, and his lithe, clawed fingers slipped underneath the panel, guiding it out of his way.
Tweek could hear the heartbeat of this boy, the blood pumping through his supple veins and cascading through the tricuspid valve…mouthwatering. The taste would truly be exquisite.
Silently, Tweek lowered himself to the carpet floor and stood towering over him. He could hardly contain himself. This boy was an overload to his senses. His smell, his adorable face completely relaxed in a deep sleep, his neck ever so inviting to teeth that were made to pierce through it. He leaned down, breathing in the wonderful aroma of healthy blood just underneath the boy's skin.
He felt peculiarly drawn to him.
Not just that delectable blood just waiting to fill his stomach, no, but the boy himself. He was beautiful. That fluffy black hair suited him. His thin yet lean body was a sight. The cute little button nose taking in the air essential for a living being. He wanted to know this young man's life, his whole sense of himself. Tweek pressed the tip of his index finger between Craig's eyes, trailing upward slightly, and he listened. Flashes fed him with Craig's entire life, his childhood, his time in school, his friends, his graduation from high school, his acceptance into college, and…deeper things.
Namely, his desire for the same sex. 'How sweet,' Tweek thought to himself, smirking. 'It is as if the very stars have blessed me with you, little Craig.'
Enamored, Tweek couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his cheek with the back of his hand, then trailing a claw down his gorgeous neck to rip the button-up shirt right down the middle.
Craig awoke with a groan. "Mmh…what the hell?" He complained, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes. When they focused, they fell right on a pale winged man, with claws that rivaled the blades of scalpels and teeth as sharp as razors. Those glowing red eyes held ancient power unknown. He was smiling an awful, predatory grin that made his very soul shudder. A scream only managed to get halfway up his throat before a cold hand covered his mouth. "Shhh…pretty boys don't need to scream, do they?"
"Mmhh..!" Craig tried to free himself, to shove this thing away and make a run for it. But a vampire of old was not meant to be escaped.
Tweek held him down with ease, clamping his hand over Craig's mouth and straddling him. The young man kicked and screamed muffled still, refusing to become prey. That was until Tweek leaned down with his fangs closing the distance between the two. Now Craig was trying to press himself back into his pillow to escape his fate.
"Now, now, there is no sense in struggling. You're already on a plate for me," the nightprowler chaffed. Craig's blue eyes were so wide, so terrified he could hardly think beyond the prey instinct to get away.
Tweek's tongue laved over delicate skin, eliciting a whine from his victim. It mattered not that he was scared, that his life was at its end, all that mattered in the world in that moment was Tweek's gnawing thirst. He could wait no longer.
Craig screamed when the monster's fangs punctured his neck, his eyes wide in utter terror. How could this be happening? What had he done to deserve such a fate? His rapid pulse only quickened his doom. His blood flowed directly into Tweek's eager mouth, disgusted at the squelching sound of bloodsucking.
Tweek's teeth savored the warmth of his carotid artery. It had been too long since he had drank an innocent's blood. It truly was as delicious as he had sensed it to be. It was total and complete rapture, causing him to moan as he consumed the bright red blood. He would remember this sensation for all eternity.
Then the boy was limp, lifeless. He could have left him there as he had done to all previous prey, but his soul was enchanting. It had no business belonging to God when it was right in his grasp. He called upon binding magic that flowed dark purple from his body to Craig's, sparking him to reanimate. His chest raised off of the bed like he had been possessed, the magic swirling around his body intricately as he rose from the dead.
The eyes that were once blue now glowed red.
Tweek pressed his forehead to Craig's, muttering in Latin to finalize his transformation. Those red eyes twinkled briefly, blinking slowly. Now, he was not only a vampire, but a thrall. An eternal servant to Tweek who would not question a thing he was told to do. His eyes filled with adoration as he gazed up at his master.
"Now you are just perfect, " Tweek complimented. "You are what you were destined to be." He stroked Craig's cheek lovingly, elated to have such a gorgeous and wonderful pet. "I am Tweek."
"Tweek," Craig sighed contentedly, leaning into the older one's gentle touch, a far cry from the creature that took his life not ten minutes ago. Tweek smiled wide. This was a power he had not previously known, but loved. And he would use it. He leaned down to kiss him. His icy lips met tepid ones, sweet lips that immediately reciprocated, arms wrapping around Tweek's neck to hold him close. Tweek felt an urge he couldn't recall, but knew to be the urge to own, to dominate and fuck.
He growled into his pet's mouth, his forked tongue pressing with demand into Craig's own rounded one. His clawed hand ripped the remains of Craig's torn shirt away from his body, immediately beginning to feel its way across the flat stomach. Craig shuddered in delight, the gentle scraping of long claws sending shivers through his frame.
'Master…wants me..? He shall have me,' he thought, moaning into the kiss and arching his back. His hands began to feel his master as well, gliding across the bat-like wings to the small of Tweek's back. "Mmm.." Tweek moaned, breaking the kiss. "Dirty boy. Do you want me to make you impure, is that it?" He asked teasingly, pinching a nipple. The boy cried out beneath him, making a face that sent arousal all throughout Tweek's body. "Ahh, yes, please…master, I need you inside of me," he begged. Tweek could feel his dick pressing against him and he knew it was time.
He made quick work of tearing away Craig's pants and unzipping his own, pulling his cock out before grabbing onto Craig's. "Ah!" He cried, bucking his thin hips upwards to feel more of Tweek. Tweek chuckled darkly at his pet's eagerness. "Now, now, sweet boy, I'm taking care of you." He assured, starting to rub and squeeze at Craig's penis. His own length was needing some attention too.
Craig could have laid there forever with Tweek rubbing his cock so tenderly, but once he felt Tweek's erection pressed against him, his attention averted to his master's needs. He reached out, grasping at the stiff cock and making Tweek hiss in a breath. "Ah, yes, please your master. Show me your undying devotion." The greater vampire commanded.
Craig locked his young, pretty eyes with Tweek's ancient ones before beginning to pump his fist around the frigid cock, gushing internally at the pleased hum that left the older vampire. It twitched and throbbed strongly in his grip, so cold it seemed as though frost was flowing through the veins.
"Ah…" Tweek sighed when Craig began to use his mouth upon him. He had forgone lying down and was now on all fours, almost bowing to the vampire who knelt upon his bed. "Ahh, yesss, suck me as I sucked you dry!" Tweek commanded, making Craig moan around his cock. Oh yes, yes he would draw that icy cum right out of his master…
Tweek's pale lips split into a smile, looking down at Craig, whose beautiful eyes had already been staring at him. He reached down to pet his hair, appreciating the softness. Craig moaned again, seemingly enjoying this experience just as much as Tweek was.
The world was seemingly swirling around him. Nothing mattered, no, nothing but this wonderful feeling. Tweek couldn't last- he hadn't released since his days as a human. This angel of a boy doing such a wonderful job, the thrill of being his master, the traces of warmth still lingering within Craig's wet mouth…
"Ahhh..! Craig!" The vampire bellowed, his cum spurting with a chill into his dear boy's mouth. "Oh, yes, you've done so well for me!" He cried endearingly, holding Craig's head in a vice grip while being careful not to dig his claws in too harshly. Of course Craig swallowed his master's ejaculate, for he was not ungrateful for it. After Tweek had reached the end of his orgasm, the haze cleared, and he could process his surroundings again.
That was when he remembered Craig's own need. It was dripping down onto the sheets, kicking up against his lower abdomen when he realized that Tweek was looking at it. "Aww, poor Craig, needing his master so badly..." Tweek kissed his forehead. "Worry not, little Craig. I will enter you soon now."
Tweek slowly, gently guided Craig onto his back. He kissed the bite wound he had left behind, trailing down Craig's milky chest to place a kiss over his stone-still heart. "Master," Craig writhed beneath him, beyond ready to feel more of Tweek's touch. Tweek hummed against his skin.
Craig's nightstand drawer opened on its own, startling him. Tweek smirked down at him. "Aha, don't mind me," he teased, an orange-red glow coming from the palm of his hand. That same glow encapsulated a bottle of lubricant that Craig had stashed away, now floating directly into Tweek's open hand. "When you are powerful like me, my sweet, you can control the magic you hold within," Tweek popped open the bottle and began applying the clear fluid to two fingers. "But that will only come after you've drained enough people."
Craig only noticed his ravenous thirst for blood when Tweek said that. He would have left immediately to find his first victim if his lust weren't outweighing the need to become one with his lord. Tweek was no stranger to that feeling. "We'll get your belly full in a little while, okay?" He soothed, circling wet fingers around Craig's virgin entrance. Craig whined, desperate to feel Tweek inside of him. His ever-sensitive opening relaxing gradually to allow penetration.
"Ah! Master," he called when those fingers slipped inside, the claws thankfully retracted. Tweek stared down lustfully at Craig, his servant ever so alluring, gasping and moaning softly with every movement of his fingers. He curled them and searched the velvety soft interior of the boy, feeling around for that precious gland. He knew he struck it when Craig tensed suddenly and almost screeched, hands flying up to pull Tweek downwards into an embrace. His thighs quivered like the delicate wings of an idle butterfly.
Tweek's heart nearly burst in appreciation. He had never felt so deeply connected to another before. His pupils dilated greatly, only a thin line of deep, glowing crimson left around them.
Craig felt those wondrous fingers leave him and knew what was to come next. He locked eyes with his master's own, thrilled to see the effect he had on him. He would remember this view forever.
"Taint my soul with impurity."
Tweek's left eye twitched and in an instant he bit down onto Craig's neck, leaving countless bitewounds marring his skin. Craig moaned wantonly at every single clamping of teeth upon him. Tweek ensured that he was slick with lubricant as he continued to mark Craig, stroking himself liberally.
Once Craig had been appropriately claimed in toothmarks, Tweek kissed him deeply, conveying his simultaneous affection and desire. He situated himself more comfortably between those long legs and trailed a claw to the hipbone, grasping down. He guided the helm of his penis to the waiting hole and slowly felt himself being swallowed by its exquisite sensation. An ethereal sound of pleasure escaped Tweek's throat, followed by his love's name.
Craig wrapped his legs around Tweek's waist, holding onto his shoulders and arching his back with a cry once he was full. Tweek had fully entered him. Their bond could only grow stronger. He raised himself up to kiss Tweek's collarbone, sighing in delight against it once Tweek began to move his hips.
They started out slow, in an affectionate rhythm. Tweek panted quietly above Craig, taking in his scent and memorizing the look on his beautiful face. Those captivating vampiric eyes, that adorable button nose, those pretty lips parted to let out the most angelic noises Tweek had ever heard…
"Aahh, Master…oh…" Craig moaned, unwrapping his legs and holding his knees to his chest to allow Tweek deeper inside of him. "That's right, thrall. I will always be your master. That will never change." A harsh thrust, a sharp cry. "Do you understand? You are mine." Tweek declared with a snarl. Craig couldn't answer aloud, he could only nod pitifully and scrunch his eyes shut at the feeling overtaking him. Tweek consistently fucked against his prostate and it was driving Craig mad. He let himself live in the sensation, his entire body rocking back and forth, ears taking in the delightful sound of flesh hitting flesh.
The superior vampire dug black ungues into the flesh of his prey, holding him firmly at the hips. His thrusting became pounding and Craig could not contain his voice. He begged to be fucked, to be owned and loved eternally by Tweek, sputtering out frequently as his orgasm drew near. Tweek responded by capturing his mouth in a blissful kiss, tongues rubbing against one another.
Tweek himself felt it coming. The continuous clenching of muscles against his cock felt divine. The darling sounds of little Craig sent him into a frenzy. He slammed himself into him, over and over, reaching with one hand to take hold of Craig's. The two held hands tightly as the end came. Craig's head fell backwards onto the pillow and groaned, his master's name reverberating throughout the room. "Tweek! Oh yes, my Lord! Ahhh…!"
Tweek twitched deep, deep inside of him. The spasms from Craig's climax wrung his own straight out of his very being. Tweek's sperm shot out in bursts, filling Craig's channel with a horrifying wail. The world stopped, space and time mattered not, only this glorious union. Tweek moaned Craig's name breathily, petting his face before placing his lips over Craig's to express their closeness. Craig kissed him back with just as much passion, holding him close.
But as the tides of the afterglow washed away, the hunger set in. Craig's eyes darkened, glowing with a stronger intensity, his sense of smell sharpening. He was in a house with three people. His family. Tweek felt the apprehension in Craig. He was so thirsty, but they were his-
"Craig." He ceased his worries at his master's voice. Craig's eyes were one with his. Tweek had full control. "They would shun you. They would take you to your loathsome priest and let him sully the gift I have given you. I am your only family now. Understood?" He asked, a dangerous tone in his voice. Craig nodded several times, almost as if he were in a trance. "Yes, Lord Tweek. You are all I need." Tweek smiled, showing his stark white teeth. "Then go and taste the pleasure that is human blood."
The two moroii left that sad little town, not a drop of blood remaining in it. Authorities would find it with all its citizens bled dry, no fingerprints or DNA left to ascertain the evildoers' identities. Tweek and Craig laughed heartily, holding each other's hands as their leathery wings carried them far away from South Park.