--end author's note--
He was Knyaz* Viktor Nikiforov. He was a vampire, and a nearly five-hundred-year-old one at that. He should not have been caught acting like some unhinged blood-thirsty fledgling. He had better control than that. Heknewhe had better control than that. He hadn't killed a human during a feeding since the very early days after he'd been turned. Sure, he had killed at other times, but it had mostly been to protect his secret and keep nosy humans away from his home. At the rate things were going, however, his clean record would soon be marred. The young man currently unconscious in his arms would be dead soon unless he did something about it. He sealed the puncture wounds at the young man's neck and set him down gently on the velvet-upholstered chair. He reached into his pocket and took out his smartphone, yet another piece of modern technology that had become an integral part of his life. After a few rings, a gruff male voice answered.
Denotes Russian speech/"..."/
/'What the hell did you dothistime, Vitya?"/
Viktor smiled wryly into the phone. After hundreds of years, the walking fossil known as Yakov still managed to answer the phone the same way.
/"Yakov, hello. You're bearish as usual. I'd love to waste time trading unpleasantries with you, but I need some advice."/
/Of course you do. The only time you ever call me is when you've fucked up somehow and need me to clean up after your mess."/
/"Shouldn't have sired such a troublesome child if you weren't prepared to deal with the fallout./"
Viktor had been turned against his will in the prime of his life, ambushed in a dark alley by Yakov and his cronies. They would have happily left his bloodless corpse on the street for the police to find, but Yakov's mate Lilia had been enamored by his beauty and grace and decided to spare him from blissful death. And just like that, he had been condemned to an eternity of loneliness and a thirst for blood that never ceased. His whole life and all his hard work had gone down the latrine in one fell swoop. He had spent his whole life slowly building his empire and rising through the ranks, and had finally become a Count. He had not been born into wealth, like many of those who were part of the corrupt oligarchy. He had fought tooth and nail for everything he had, and being turned into a vampire at the zenith of his success had made him incredibly bitter. His bitterness stuck to him like a second skin, and he was unable to let go, even after all this time.
/"Yes, yes…you hate me, I stole your life from you, blah…blah…blah. You sound like a jilted whore. Cut the crap, Vitya. Either tell me what you want or hang up and leave me the fuck alone."/
/"Fine. I'll cut to the chase. I was feeding on a human and it got out of control. He currently walks the line between life and death. How do I save him?"/
A few seconds of silence passed on the other end of the conversation and Viktor started wondering if Yakov was still there.
/"You want to…save someone?"/
/'Yes, that's what I just said. Has your hearing worsened suddenly in the last two minutes?"/
/"Listen, if you want my advice, stop being an ass. Why not just let him die? You could easily pass his body off as mangled by the wild animals in those woods you hole yourself up in."/
/"I don't want him to die. I want to keep him and feed on him for as long as I can. He's got the most exquisite and heavenly blood I have ever tasted and I'll be damned if I let him go after just one taste."/
/"I assume turning him is totally off the table, so you intend to make him your pet?"/
/"I guess, I don't know yet! I need to save his life first, Yakov. I'm running out of time, what do I do? I can't just run into a hospital with him like this without drawing massive attention to myself."/
/"There IS a way. If you give him some of your blood, it will heal him and allow him to recover."/
/"Won't giving him my blood turn him?"/
/"Not if he hasn't been fully drained and officially declared dead. Vampire blood is like a powerful aphrodisiac to humans. It heals them from within and can even save them from the brink of death. It also imparts upon them some of the heightened senses us vampires experience. I suggest keeping him under lock and key until he's fully recovered. He's going to wake up highly disoriented with enhanced senses. Humans are weak and can be easily driven mad, and forever damaged by vampire blood. It's why it's a practice that is publicly not condoned in our circles. If he survives the experience, it'll all eventually pass once your blood has made its way out his system."/
/"So he either dies or gets driven mad by my blood. Wonderful."/
/"You got yourself in this mess when you lost control. I've given you all the information I have. How this ends is up to you. Hopefully your new snack bar is healthy, and strong enough to survive the experience."/
/"I see. Well, thank you for the information. I must go now. Time is of the essence."/
Viktor pushed the end call button and walked up to the unconscious young man.
"I hope you're a fighter, young one."
He slit his own wrist with one of his claws and clenched his hand tightly into a fist as he dribbled the blood past the young man's lips. At first, it didn't appear as if anything was happening, but then the man's swallow reflex kicked in and the blood finally made it into his body. The change was nearly instant. The young man's pallor disappeared and his cheeks became flushed as his body was flooded with a new wave of red blood cells. Viktor sliced his wrist once more, as it had already started to heal up on its own. The young man's eyes suddenly flew open, his irises glowing red from the infusion of vampire blood. Viktor gasped as he locked eyes with him, enthralled by the acute intensity in them. The young man pulled the wrist toward his mouth, securing it tightly with both hands. He wrapped his lips around the wound and sucked, sending waves of ecstasy rolling down his spine. His fangs popped out involuntarily, reacting to the sight before him. He growled deep in his throat and just about lost his mind for the second time that night when the young man answered with a growl of his own.
Viktor shook his head as he tried to clear his mind. As much as he was enjoying the experience, he had to put a stop to things before the young man took more blood than was necessary. He tried pulling his wrist away but the young man held on tighter. He growled in annoyance this time and the sound caused the young man to pause briefly in his actions.
"Release me at once."
The young man whined and redoubled his efforts to hold on,sucking at the wound more vigorously than before. Viktor leaned in close and forced his fangs to retract. He then bit down on the young man's neck, careful not to break the skin. He growled threateningly at him, the message clear; submit. The young man moaned, his whole body suddenly going limp beneath him. He released his bite on the young man's neck and pulled his hand away, smiling at how easily the submission had come. He stroked the young man's silken ebony locks as he cooed smoothly at him.
"Good, very good. You submitted so effortlessly and have pleased me greatly. You've earned a reward, young one."
He placed a finger under the man's chin and tilted it upward, leaning in and lapping at the leftover blood on his lips and face. The young man's entire body trembled beneath his touch, and Viktor instantly realized that he wanted more. He closed the short distance between them and captured the bloody lips in a kiss. The young man mewled sweetly into his mouth, the sound going straight to his cock. He growled as he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting in and out as it danced within the molten cavern. He sighed inwardly, once again cursing the cumbersome set of circumstances that were preventing him from taking things further. As loath as he was to relinquish his little taste of heaven, he knew that the young man needed repose. He pulled away, his control briefly threatening to shatter as the young man whined longingly at the loss. He locked eyes with the young man once more and gave his order.
"Rest. You need to recover."
The young man's eyes drifted close and he immediately fell into a comfortable slumber. Viktor picked him up in his arms and carried him back to the master guest room. He settled him comfortably on the bed and removed his t-shirt and soiled pants, wiping him down with a wet cloth before slipping on a clean nightgown. He rarely used nightgowns anymore, preferring to sleep in the nude. They were mostly remnants of his past life, but he kept them around so that he would never forget where he came from. Satisfied that his guest was well-settled, he sat down on one of the chairs and waited.
Viktor's relief grew steadily along with the young man's strengthening heartbeat, and he actually thought for a brief moment that Yakov was simply full of shit and had just egged him on with all the dire warnings. But then a distressed noise was emitted from the unconscious man on the bed, bringing Viktor to his side immediately. Beads of sweat had formed on the man's brow and his face was scrunched up as if in he was in pain. Viktor ran to get some cold water and towels from the bathroom and then returned with a porcelain wash basin. He placed it on the nightstand and dipped a towel in the cold water before wringing out the excess and placing it on the man's forehead. He could feel the heat radiating from the bed, the man's body febrile as it fought against the vampire blood coursing through it. Viktor kept up the cold compresses for a while, but it quickly became clear that they were not being very effective. The young man had begun writhing on the bed as he panted and Viktor didn't really know what else to do. Garnet-tinged eyes opened slowly, dazed and unfocused as they looked listlessly around the room.
"Hot…sohot."
The young man clawed desperately at the night gown, seemingly tormented by the garment.
"Sorry, young one…you'll have to bear through the discomfort. You should feel better soon."
The young man didn't appear to have heard him, and seemed deaf to his attempted words of comfort. He carried on squirming wantonly on the silk sheets, the sweat pouring off his body. It soaked into the nightgown, causing it to cling indecently to his skin.
"It burns...so...hot."
The young man suddenly grabbed hold of the nightgown's collar and pulled. To Viktor's shock, the fabric tore in half, fully exposing the young man's lithe body. Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and groaned. The first side effect of consuming vampire blood had just become known; superhuman strength.
The young man lay bare before him, chest heaving and hair plastered to his face. Viktor drank it all in, every dip, curve and detail. It had been centuries since he had seen anything that even remotely rivaled such beauty. His mouth went dry as his eyes raked over the young man's glistening naked body. It called to him, twisting and forsaken on his sheets. It was perfectly proportioned, slender but well-toned...and it filled him with desire. Gods, he'd been alone forsolong. He couldn't even recall the last time he'd been intimate with someone. He had resigned himself to solitude and hadn't really met anyone who had even piqued his interest in the slightest.
All that had gone straight to hell in a handbasket the moment he had set eyes upon the young human currently before him. The young man in question abruptly sat up in bed, the remnants of the shredded nightgown falling off and exposing the creamy expanse of his shoulders and the dimples of his collarbone. His eyes became clear momentarily and when they found Viktor, they filled with desire. The room became saturated with the scent of arousal, thicker and stronger than before. When Viktor spotted the hardened flesh between the young man's legs, he moaned, his own cock rapidly filling in response. Vampires were renowned for their insatiable sex drives, and it would appear that this had just manifested itself in the young man as the second side effect of vampire blood consumption.
"Дерьмо! Блядь! Вы будете второй смертью меня!"
The young man reached out pleadingly for him.
"Please, it hurts. Make…it…stop."
Viktor groaned and cursed his already cursed life. The fates had decided to torture him by throwing this massive bit of temptation right in his path, and he was fighting like hell not to give into the beast within. The human may be currently running high on his blood, but would still not survive a full onslaught from a sex-crazed vampire. Viktor reached for the young man's hand, and took it into his own.
"What ails you, young one? What do you need?"
The young man took their entwined hands and pressed Viktor's palm flat against his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed; a dreamy and throaty sound.
"So cold. So good."
Viktor gulped, the young man's skin felt like fire. It was a kind of heat that he normally would avoid, but he honestly didn't think that he'd mind being consumed by this young man's flames.
"What is your name, young one?"
"Yuuri."
"Beautiful Yuuri, does my icy skin please you?"
"Yes, please…more."
Viktor placed his other hand on the man's face, the action eliciting a low moan from the one named Yuuri. The silver-haired vampire ran both hands slowly up and down Yuuri's neck, before bringing them over to trace the outline of his collar bones as they jutted out beautifully from his skin. Yuuri's eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted slightly as a sigh made its way past them.
"Yuuri, I need my hands back for a moment."
The young man whined plaintively, not wanting to lose the soothing coldness of his touch.
"Bear with me, it will soon feel much, much better."
Viktor removed his hands from Yuuri and stood up. He quickly divested himself of all his clothing and folded all the articles before placing them on the chair he'd been previously sitting in. It was all over in mere seconds, his vampire speed making him look like an out-of-focus blur. Once he was fully nude, he crawled onto the bed and lay himself down next to Yuuri. The young man immediately turned to press his body against his, and Viktor hissed as the overwhelming heat of the contact flooded his senses. Yuuri snuggled in even closer and wrapped his arms around Viktor's waist. The vampire buried his face in the young man's hair, forcing himself to take deep and calming breaths. He had just barely managed to get himself under control when he felt Yuuri's hardness actively pushing against his own. He growled, a deep rumble from the back of his throat, and the young man stopped his actions dead in his tracks. He could smell his sudden fear and apprehension in the air.
"Calm yourself, I am not displeased."
Yuuri pulled away from him, his lust-filled eyes looking questioningly up at him. His delectable scent filled Viktor's nose and went straight to the pleasure zone of his brain. He licked his lips to wet them, the movement drawing Yuuri's attention. The young man swallowed thickly before raising his eyes to meet Viktor's once more.
"P-please."
"Please what? What do you want? Tell me."
"I...don't...know."
Viktor placed his hands on Yuuri's hips and pulled him in tight against him as he pressed his own hips forward. Yuuri threw his head back and cried out, the sound causing Viktor's cock to twitch and become even harder.Gods, he's perfect!
"Did you like that, Yuuri?"
"Good...so good."
Viktor repeated the action, growing faster and applying more pressure with each hip thrust, and kept going until Yuuri had been reduced to an incoherent mess. He then released the young man's hips and rolled him onto his back. He got up and moved to straddle the young man, careful not to harm him. Once he was fully settled on top of him, he reached down and took both of their cocks in his large hand. Yuuri's back arched fully off the bed and his hands fisted themselves in the sheets, his beautiful scream filling the room with its melody. Precum dribbled freely from the tip of Yuuri's cock, and it provided more than enough lubrication for what Viktor had in mind. A vampire's body does not produce any fluids or waste, since it is not technically alive and doesn't require human food for sustenance.
Viktor pressed their hardened cocks intimately together and began pumping them with his hand. Yuuri cried out and writhed continually on the bed as the sounds of Viktor stroking their slick skin together filled the room. Viktor's eyes drifted closed and his upper lip curled back and off his teeth as he scented their passion in the air. Yuuri's cries grew louder and higher in pitch as he neared orgasm and Viktor longed to taste him again. He grabbed one of Yuuri's arms and pulled him up into a sitting position. He readjusted their positions until the young man was sitting comfortably in his lap. He slid the fingers of his left hand into Yuuri's hair and pulled him forward, crashing their lips together. His fangs elongated instantly and they sliced into Yuuri's lip when he raked them across the supple flesh. The meager smattering of blood would have to be enough to satisfy him from now, there's no way he could possibly feed off him again so soon.
Viktor moaned as the taste of Yuuri's blood flooded his mouth for the second time that night. It still carried the addictive undercurrent from the first time he'd tasted it, but there was a little something extra this time around. It suddenly dawned on him that his vampiric blood had affected Yuuri's blood and thereby altered its flavor slightly. It wasn't altogether bad, and he found that he actually quite liked it. It tasted richer, more nuanced somehow. It would certainly be something that he wouldn't mind getting used to at all. He pumped their cocks faster and Yuuri whined and whimpered into his mouth, the sounds immediately swallowed by their kiss. A few seconds later, Viktor pulled away and paused as he took in the man's flushed face. His lips were slightly parted, swollen from their kiss and slightly reddened from a thin coat of blood.
"Yuuri, look at me."
The young man opened his eyes, and stared at him with a glassy and lust-addled gaze.
"Very good. Don't take your eyes off me."
Viktor released his grip on Yuuri's hair and brought that hand down to join the other. He gripped them tightly with both hands and thrust his hips forward as he stroked them off. Yuuri's mouth fell open, hanging suspended in a silent scream. He slid his hands up Viktor's arms, bringing them to a stop at his shoulders. He dug his nails in, and Viktor was surprised when he felt them pierce his skin and caught the scent of his own blood. Vampiric blood consumption side effect number three; claws. Yuuri's cries suddenly became very desperate, his gurgling sobs tearing forth from the back of his throat.
"Come for me, Yuuri."
The young man threw his head back and screamed, thick ribbons of cum erupting from his cock. He clawed madly at Viktor's shoulders, tearing at the flesh with his newfound claws. Viktor's own dry release followed shortly afterward, his body trembling with each wave of insurmountable ecstasy. He felt a slight stinging sensation on his arms and clucked his tongue as he spotted the blood trickling down them. The mild discomfort was quickly over, his flesh already knitting itself together. Yuuri shook as he strained to remain sitting in his lap, muscles taut and fatigue clearly showing on his face. He continued staring unblinkingly at him and Viktor realized that the previous order to not take his eyes off him was still in effect.
"I release you from all previous orders."
Yuuri's eyes instantly rolled into the back of his head and he promptly fainted in his arms.
Twice more Yuuri burned that night, his ardor and lust twofold. Twice more Viktor indulged him, sweetly torturing the young man's body with pleasure until it was overcome with exhaustion and released him briefly from its scorching clutches. The first time had been in the shower, as he had been washing the traces of blood and semen off their bodies. Yuuri had been mostly unconscious, limp and pliant one moment, and then pinning him against the shower wall the next. Viktor had been surprised by the sudden show of strength, but nothing could have prepared him for what Yuuri had done next. The young man had grabbed hold of one of his hands and taken his index finger into his mouth. He had suckled seductively at the digit, closing his eyes as his tongue had obscenely wrapped itself around it. He had looked on, entranced by the way his finger was being made love to by Yuuri's tongue. He didn't even realize that he'd been cut until he saw a drop of blood dribbling out of the corner of Yuuri's mouth. He had immediately grabbed Yuuri by the throat and pushed him roughly against the wall.
"Naughty, insolent Yuuri. You did not have permission to take from me."
The young man had simply smiled at him, exposing a pair of gleaming and slightly elongated canine teeth. Viktor had never felt so conflicted before in his entire life. He should have been feeling concerned that the young man was being too affected by his blood, that perhaps things had gone too far in the opposite direction. But the only thing he wastrulyconcerned with at the moment was how the hell he was going to manage to keep himself from obliterating Yuuri's virgin hole. He wanted nothing more than to pin him to the wall and fuck him until the only thing that filled his mind and escaped his lips was his name. But what hetrulywanted was to take Yuuri when he was fully human and not in this current altered state. In the meantime, he would have his fill of the eager and willing man. He leaned in close and stared deeply into Yuuri's eyes, unleashing the full strength of his power. The young man's eyes grew glassy and distant and Viktor grinned with satisfaction.
"You are to remain standing, with your hands at your sides until I tell you otherwise. You are forbidden to speak and may only use your mouth for non-verbal sounds. Do you understand?"
A slight nod from the young man before him was the only acknowledgment he needed. He stepped back a bit and raked his hungry eyes over Yuuri's entire body. It was a far too perfect and unblemished canvas, and looked as if it could benefit from some strategic love bites. Viktor stepped in close to Yuuri and licked the young man's neck from the base of his graceful collarbone to the base of his earlobe, relishing the little tremors he set off in his wake. He took his time sucking and nibbling on each earlobe, only releasing them from their torture once he'd had reduced Yuuri to a panting mess. He kissed his way back down the young man's throat, biting playfully at the skin, each nip earning him a musical little whimper from Yuuri. He slid lower still, coming to rest in front of a semi-hardened nipple. He licked the nipple slowly and deliberately, and then blew on it, satisfied with how it immediately hardened and drew a little cry from Yuuri's mouth. He moved over to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention upon it. As he moved further down Yuuri's torso, his nips and nibbles grew in strength and intensity, leaving little red welts in their wake.
He ran his tongue along the dips and curves of Yuuri's abdominal muscles, more little red marks forming, leaving behind evidence of his claim. He smirked viciously as he spotted the young man's trembling thighs, his cock hard and leaking once more.Incredible, his stamina seems truly boundless! Gods, how I want him!Impatient, Viktor licked his lips and then took all of Yuuri's cock into his mouth in one smooth movement. The young man screamed, his hips bucking forward erratically until Viktor pressed them flat against the wall with his palms once more. He flicked his tongue along the head, lavishing attention on the sensitive flesh. He savored the salty tang of Yuuri's taste, drawing a pleased growl from his throat. Above him, Yuuri whimpered and sobbed as he fought helplessly against his control. Viktor bobbed his mouth along Yuuri's length, reaching lower between his legs with one hand to fondle the tender sac of flesh nestled there. He continued his merciless assault on Yuuri's flesh, drawing ever-more desperate cries from his quarry. He felt Yuuri's sac contract in his hand and knew that his orgasm would soon follow. He drank in every drop that Yuuri gave him, practically purring as he languidly cleaned him up with his tongue. He stood up once he was satisfied with his work, straightening out his back before looking into Yuuri's eyes once more.
"Rest."
The young man crumpled into an unconscious heap in his arms and he carried him back to the bed. When Yuuri's third wave of heat hit, he knew what was coming and prepared appropriately. He filled the tub with cold water and lowered them both into it, placing Yuuri on his lap and facing away from him. When Yuuri's eyes opened again, he took his cock into his hand, smirking as it immediately hardened in his grasp.
"Amazing, Yuuri."
He looped his left arm around the young man's waist, holding him in place as he stroked him. Yuuri's head tilted back, his eyes closed and he began to pant and moan. His head rested on Viktor's shoulder, baring the smooth skin of his throat to him. The ancient vampire did not hesitate to take advantage of the situation, running his tongue along the flesh and marking it with his teeth. The cold water seemed to have tempered the searing fire in Yuuri's blood and he was much more subdued and pliant than before. Upon reaching orgasm, the young man drifted off to sleep on his own, and Viktor wondered if that meant his vampire blood was finally making its way out of his system. He drained the tub and dried them both off before placing Yuuri back on the bed for what would turn out to be for the last time that night.
"Makkachin, come."
A four-legged shadow stalked silently into the room, its red eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Be a good boy and watch the human for me, will you? Don't let him leave the room."
The creature stepped out of the shadows and moved to sit next to the bed. To the untrained eye, it looked very much like the kind of canine a human would keep as a pet, but Makkachin was anything but. Makkachin was a ВолкоДлака. He'd been traveling through Illyria*in the early centuries of his undead life when he'd heard that there were hunters in the area. He'd recently had a few close calls with hunters and was eager to get as far away as possible from the area. Earlier on, he had purchased a horse in town and had been well on his way to the next destination when he'd heard the most pitiful howl. He'd tied the horse to a nearby tree and had cautiously approached the direction of the sound. He had come upon an angry mob, complete with lit torches and pitchforks. At the center of the mob was a canine of sorts, a small pup trembling underneath its legs. The canine's eyes glowed red and Viktor had immediately known that the creature was not an average dog. It was a supernatural creature like himself, and it also appeared to be a mother desperately trying to protect its offspring.
He had acted without a second thought, unleashing a subsonic scream into the night air, bringing to him a living cloud of every bat within a six-mile area. Contrary to the legends and folklore, vampires did not magically turn themselves into bats, but theydidhave a special connection with the creatures. The bats swarmed the angry mob, swooping down on their heads and sending them into a panicked frenzy. The mob had quickly dispersed, its members fleeing in terror in all directions. Once the coast was clear, he cautiously approached the canine, who had collapsed from exhaustion and lay recumbent and panting on the ground. The dog's eyes had opened to look at him when she sensed his approach, relaxing when she saw that he was not human. He heard a voice in his head and realized that the dog was speaking directly to his mind.
"Save him. Those filthy humans killed the other four children I had, he's the only one I was able to save. I am mortally wounded and will not survive the night. Take him, and promise me you will care for him. Then I can die in peace."
Viktor had looked down at the little red-eyed lump of auburn fur as it had nestled into his mother's fur and whined pitifully at her. He reached down to pet him and had to pull his hand back at the last second as the little spitfire had snapped at him with great bravado. The mother dog growled an admonishment at him and he settled down, allowing him to touch him. He scratched under its chin and it closed its eyes as one of its little hind legs thumped furiously on the ground. Viktor had not been able to deny that it had been the cutest thing he'd witnessed in a long time. Perhaps having an immortal dog accompany him throughout the centuries wouldn't be such a bad idea. It would certainly help keep the loneliness away.
"I accept. I shall take your pup and raise him. He shall be my companion and my protector."
The mother nodded and nuzzled her pup one last time. Some kind of understanding passed between them, and the pup had licked his mother's nose before turning and jumping into his lap.
"Please, take my son and go now. I do not wish for him to witness my passing. Thank you, fellow undead one. I hope my son is good to you and repays your kindness with his loyalty."
Viktor had taken the pup and tucked him into his coat. He had to get out of there before the humans returned. He nodded and scratched the mother behind the ears before turning and leaving. As he had arrived back at his horse, he heard her take her last breath. He wished that she did not have to die, but held nothing but high respect for her noble sacrifice. The pup, whom he had named Maкачин, had repaid his kindness in spades over the centuries. He had beenveryloyal and protective, saving his life on various occasions. The creature had been nothing but loving toward him, even providing him with his warmth and comfort during the times his condition had driven him to despair. And now, he was trusting him with protecting his new prize; Yuuri. He knew that the young man would require human sustenance soon. His body would require lots of proteins and fats after expending so much energy, he needed to go and forage.
He had managed to find a flock of well-fed geese, fattened just before flying south for the winter. He had chosen the plumpest one, easily snapping its neck before stuffing it into the sack he'd brought along. He'd gathered some wild squash, apples and chestnuts, adding them to a separate bag. Then he'd found a herd of goats on his way back and had managed to get some milk from a lactating female. He was thankful that his powers of compulsion also worked on animals, it made the process much easier. He'd picked a lemon from a nearby tree and made a quick pit stop for a nude fishing expedition in the lake before finally feeling satisfied that he had enough. He returned to the house a short while later laden with goods. After dropping everything off in the kitchen, he went upstairs to check on Yuuri. When he walked into the room, his undead heart skipped a beat. Makkachin was sprawled over the young man's legs, seemingly fast asleep. When he sensed his presence, one red eye opened to look at him, and the creature's tail wagged in greeting.
Viktor was shocked. Makkachin was notorious for his dislike of humans, generally avoiding them whenever possible and growling threateningly at them whenever they got too close. Yet here he was, cuddling with one.
"I see Yuuri's managed to get you under his spell too, eh boy?"
Makkachin huffed at him, his voice ringing in his mind.
"He smells of you. If you have found him worthy of acceptance, then so do I."
Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a sudden movement on the bed. The young man seemed to have finally woken and was currently in the process of sitting up on the bed. He mumbled something in a language he did not understand and yawned loudly as he stretched his arms over his head. Viktor stood frozen to the spot, unsure of how to act and what to do.How would Yuuri react upon seeing him?The young man opened his eyes and immediately noticed Viktor standing in the room. He gasped and pointed a finger at him. Viktor braced himself for the worst.
"Are you 'V'?"
"Uh...yes, I am."
"You have the most beautiful house I've EVER seen!"
The young man then flopped back down onto his back and was fast asleep again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Viktor stood there with his mouth open, gawping incredulously at the sleeping man snoring softly on the bed. He heard the sound of Makkachin's laughter echoing loudly in his head.
"Well, you alwaysdidsay you liked surprises!"
terminology_
Knyaz (Княз):a historicalSlavictitle, used both as a royal and noble title in different times of history and different ancient Slavic lands. It is usually translated intoEnglishasprince,dukeorcount, depending on specific historical context and the potentially known Latin equivalents of the title for each bearer of the name. In this story it is used to mean "Count".
Дерьмо! Блядь! (Der'mo! Blyad'!) - Shit! Fuck!
Вы будете второй смертью меня! (Vy budete vtoroy smert'yu menya.) – You'll be the second death of me!
ВолкоДлака (volkodlaka) – Undead vampire werewolf
Illyria – Ancient Albania