Yuuri's eyes grew impossibly wide as he stared, disbelieving, at the silver-haired man directly in front of him.Had he heard correctly? Did Viktor just invite him to live in his impossibly luxurious Gothic manor for what sounded like…forever? Why did it seem like a proposal? How wasn't he feeling more shocked about it? And more importantly, why hadn't he immediately shot the idea down?

Viktor watched quietly as Yuuri's conflicting thoughts and emotions played out on his face and in his eyes. He had come across countless deceitful and conniving humans in his time, and they always had guarded stares. He had the ability to smell a human's deceit, but their eyes always gave it away, if you knew what to look for. It was refreshing to see a human who wore everything so clearly on his face.

"What troubles you, Yuuri?"

The young man was startled out of his inner turmoil by the seemingly sudden question. He stood up abruptly, Viktor's hand sliding unceremoniously from his face. He began to pace nervously back and forth, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves as he did so.

"Yuuri?"

The young man whipped around to face the immortal being currently seated on the sofa, his eyes red and brimming with tears.

"I…c-can't! I'm sorry, Viktor…I want…but I'm…just…"

Yuuri's affliction set something off in Viktor…some primal drive to protect and soothe. He did not like the salty smell of tears marring the young one's delectable natural scent. Normally, he relished the erratic sounds of a distressed heart…especially right before he cornered his prey for a feeding. He detested them on Yuuri though and did not want to hear them coming from him. Viktor abruptly rose to his feet and pulled the young man into his arms, embracing him tightly as he smoothed a hand gently over his silken ebony tresses.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. What has you so distraught, young one?"

Yuuri melted into Viktor's hold, trembling slightly as he fought for composure. He took a few calming breaths, and once he had finally managed to still himself, he pulled away a bit so that he could look up into the molten pools of lapis lazuli of the man currently holding him in his arms.

"I apologize for falling apart on you like that. I get a bit emotional sometimes, it's always been a weakness of mine."

Viktor gave Yuuri a reassuring squeeze as he shook his head.

"I don't think that having emotions and being able to display them so honestly is a weakness, it makes you sincere and genuine. Humans don't have many redeeming qualities, but those two are the ones I can actually respect."

Viktor brought his gloved hand up to Yuuri's face once more, smiling when the young man sighed and his eyes fluttered closed. A pleased subsonic growl bubbled up at the back of his throat, stirring up his inner beast.He responds so well to me.

"Tell me, Yuuri. Why were you so upset just now?"

The young man's eyes remained closed as he nodded and began to speak.

"I grew up in a hot spring resort that my parents have been managing for most of their married life together. It had always been assumed that, as the only male heir, I would inherit the resort and run it so that my parents could retire. But I had always been much more interested in knowing how the resort was built and the inner workings of the structure. I fell in love with architecture and knew that I would never be able to become what they wanted me to be. They've been mostly supportive, but I've always wondered if they were just secretly hoping that I would fail, give up on this silly dream, and just accept my fate."

Yuuri finally opened his eyes and looked up at Viktor with determination shining brightly in his eyes.

"I fought tooth and nail to get accepted into the University here. I spent every waking moment I had studying and learning. I gave up any hope for a social life, and even lost some good friends over the relentless pursuit of my dream. I had to prove it to my family that I could do it, but most importantly…I had to prove it to myself. To show that my instincts weren't wrong and that I'm on the right path. I couldn't possibly give up after all that! I can't stop until I've graduated with that degree in my hand."

And suddenly, Viktor understood. Yuuri, sweet caring Yuuri, was battling himself over his desire to be there for him and his desire to pursue his own dreams. Viktor chuckled as he flicked Yuuri's forehead gently with his index finger.

"Silly, Yuuri. I don't recall ever asking you for anything so drastic as giving up on your dreams. Forgive me, you caught me in a bit of a wistful moment. I didn't intend for you to become so upset."

Yuuri smiled, the relief clearly washing over his face. He stepped away from Viktor's arms, rubbing his eyes sheepishly as he nodded enthusiastically.

"You're welcome here any time you wish, Yuuri. I will always be thrilled to have your company."

"Thank you, Viktor. That makes me truly happy. I won't be able to come during the weekdays, my course load is just too heavy. But I would gladly keep you company on the weekends."

Viktor smiled and felt quite satisfied with the pleasant turn of events. Every single instinct he had was screaming at him to keep Yuuri by his side and not let him out of his sight ever again. He could have easily and quite simply ordered Yuuri to stay with him, but his conquest was going be that much sweeter with the young man returning of his own volition.

"That would please me greatly, Yuuri. I'm honored that you would find me worthy of spending your limited free time with."

The young man blushed and looked away shyly before bringing his hand up to his mouth as he cleared his throat.

"Ah…well, there's also this amazing house I haven't had my fill of yet. I'm very much looking forward to exploring every inch of it."

Viktor gasped as he brought a hand up to his chest and tried to look indignant.

"Yuuri, are you just using me to get into my house? I've had countless people try to get into my pants, but never my house."

The young man in question reddened immediately and sputtered incoherently for a few seconds as he waved his hands out in front of him.

"N-n-n-n-no! Of course not! You're great company, truly! Your house is just a big bonus!"

"So your intentions are honorable, Yuuri Katsuki? Do you truly want to spend time with me or are you going to try to get into my pants as well?"

Yuuri's face grew impossibly redder, and he brought his hands up in an attempt to hide his spiraling embarrassment. Viktor walked over to the flustered young man, sensing an opportunity to move in for the kill.

"I'm usually quite guarded about who gets into my pants, I'll have you know."

Viktor moved in even closer, his lips lightly brushing over one of Yuuri's hot and reddened ears.

"But I'd absolutely make an exception for you, Yuuri. I'd gladly allow you into my pants if that's what you wanted. You're more than welcome to explore every inch of what's inside."

Yuuri squeaked and Viktor laughed, all but seeing the steam emanating from the young man.

"Stay here, and go ahead and take a look around the library. I'll go make us some tea."

The blue-eyed vampire left Yuuri to his own devices, giving him some much-needed time to recover. When he returned, he found the young man sitting at the polished oak desk, a pile of books just off to his right. He was rather engrossed in whatever he was reading and did not hear Viktor come back in. The vampire set the tea tray silently down on the coffee table and sneaked up stealthily behind Yuuri, leaning in close and resting his chin on the young man's right shoulder as he tried to look at what he was reading. Yuuri was a bit startled at first but settled back down quickly once he realized that it was just Viktor.

"Oh, I see you found theDe re aedificatoria."

Yuuri nodded slowly as he ran his hands reverently over the slightly frayed and yellowed pages of the first known book on architecture.

"Viktor, is this….is this the original book?"

"Yes Yuuri, it is."

A soft gasp made its way past the young Japanese man's lips and Yuuri's hands trembled slightly as he turned the pages of the book.

"It was printed in 1486, how the hell have you managed to keep it maintained in such pristine condition?"

"I guess you could say it's been in my family for countless generations."

Yuuri gestured to the pile of books on the table, you've got publications from Augustus Welby Northmore Pugin, Frederick Apthorp Paley, and William Whewell. You have every architecture student's dream in here, and more."

"They're all at your disposal, Yuuri. Please feel free to make use of any resource in the library you deem fit. I just ask that you please keep all the books in here and not take them out of the property, since this place has been specifically designed for their preservation."

Yuuri nodded vigorously at Viktor as his eyes scanned the massive library.

"I wouldn't ever dream of doing anything that would potentially cause damage to your books. You have a massive treasure trove of information here. I feel so utterly privileged to just be in the presence of such amazing books."

The two men moved to the coffee table and sat down to have their afternoon tea. Yuuri asked seemingly endless questions about the house. How it was built, how long it had taken and what the design inspirations were. He kept apologizing for being so overly curious about everything, but Viktor simply smiled and patiently answered each one. As Yuuri stared wistfully out the window, he sighed heavily before turning to face Viktor once more.

"It pains me to say this, but I must be getting back into town and get myself ready for the week. I still need to finish up an assignment, and my roommate is probably worried about me. I haven't messaged him yet to let him know that I'm okay and survived the night."

"Yuuri, I'm sorry to have to impose such a request on you, but it's very important that you do not tell anyone about my house or the things that you have seen here. I'm a very private individual and if people discovered this place, they would want to turn it into a museum or something equally atrocious. My peace and quiet would be irrevocably disturbed and my sanctuary would be ruined."

Yuuri smiled as he bobbed his head up and down vigorously.

"I understand completely."

The young man's cheeks then colored slightly and he looked down shyly at his hands as he tapped his two index fingers together.

"I don't think I want...other people here either. Part of me is secretly quite pleased that I'm the only one that knows about this place. I don't…want to share it with anyone else."

Viktor was somewhat surprised by the young one's admission. He had been expecting some form of resistance but was even more delighted to discover that Yuuri wanted to keep everything to himself. The primal beast within Viktor practically purred at the young one's show of possessiveness.

"That is rather reassuring Yuuri, thank you. Now, let's get you back to the guest room so you can get your things ready. I'll walk you to the parking lot."

After carefully removing the clothes Viktor had provided him with, he folded them up neatly and placed them on the lush bedding. He then changed into the clean set he'd brought along and quickly gathered all his belongings. He fired off a quick message to Phichit to let him know that he was okay and would be coming home soon. He gave the lavish furnishings one last admiring sweep and then made his way down the hall.

He walked down the marble staircase one last time, running his hand slowly along the banister and savoring its cold smooth surface. He knew that he would get the chance to see it and enjoy it again, but wanted to commit every detail to memory regardless. When he looked up, he saw that Viktor was standing at the foot of the stairs. The man was dressed in a pair of jeans that fit his body so criminally well that Yuuri thought for a brief moment that they must have certainly been painted on. He had on a simple hooded black sweatshirt and a pair of too-white sneakers that looked as if they had never actually been used. It was strange to see the man in modern-looking fare since he'd only worn Gothic era vestments the whole day he'd known him.

"Do you find that these clothes suit me better than my other ones, Yuuri?"

Yuuri blushed, abashed at having been caught staring.

"They do suit you very well, that's true. But I think the ones you had on before look even better on you."

The silver-haired man brought an index finger up to his lips and nodded.

"I'm going to have to agree with you on that one, Yuuri. I feel much more comfortable in them as well. Alas, they're not very appropriate for hiking in the woods, so I had to find something else to wear. I'm looking forward to slipping back into them upon my return."

"Well, let's not keep you waiting, then!"

They hiked through the woods quickly and made it back to the parking lot in record time. Viktor knew a lot of shortcuts and navigated them expertly through dense brush, around ponds, and past flowering fields. He had pointed out various birds and animals to him along the way, and Yuuri had been utterly delighted to photograph them all. It all felt so strange to him, being so comfortable in Viktor's presence. He didn't usually develop such levels of affinity with complete strangers. He was usually actually quite shy and closed off to others. Viktor was very easy to talk to and he felt rather inexplicably drawn to the man with the striking features. Conversation flowed naturally between them and only hit a snag when Viktor had seen what Yuuri was driving. The disapproval had lit up his face the instant his eyes had settled on the motorbike.

"Yuuri. This...this vehicular vessel of death is what you have chosen to drive here in Russia?"

The young man sighed and shrugged helplessly as he unlocked the seat and removed his helmet.

"It's not the most ideal mode of transportation, I realize that. I've watched enough 'Crazy Russian Drivers' compilations to know exactly what would be awaiting me here. But I am on a student budget and it was all that I could afford. It also gives me the freedom I need."

Viktor eyed the two-wheeled vehicle with absolute disdain but refrained from saying anything else about it.

"Please drive safe, Yuuri. I look forward to having you as a guest at my home next weekend. Here is my number, please ring me when you are ready to come over."

Viktor handed Yuuri a piece of paper and the young man immediately tucked it into the inner breast pocket of his motorcycle jacket. Once they'd finished saying their goodbyes, Yuuri revved the throttle and drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. He watched his mirror as Viktor's form grew smaller and smaller until it was no longer visible. He then turned his focus toward the road ahead and made his way home. Viktor waited patiently until the motorbike was fully out of sight, and then called out into the night.

"Makkachin."

The vampire werewolf crawled out of the thick foliage surrounding the parking lot and came to stand next to his vampire master.

"We're going to follow Yuuri home and make sure he arrives in one piece. I'd also like you to know where he lives in case I require you to watch over him for me. Is this acceptable to you?"

The creature nodded, its limbs lengthening and its snout elongating as he took on an appearance that was a hybrid between his concealing canine form and his true form. It would be much more comfortable to run in, but wouldn't necessarily draw too much attention. The wilds of Russia were crawling with wolves, and most locals wouldn't bat an eyelash if they spotted anything large and dog-shaped out in the night.

"It is very clear that the young human has drawn your interest and that you wish to monitor his safety and whereabouts. He is a rather interesting specimen, and I must admit that I am quite curious about him, and what it is about him that draws you to him. Besides, it's been a rather long while since we last went on a run together, and I'm….looking forward to it."

Viktor looked over at the fellow creature of the night, the surprise clearly etched on his face.

"Makka…I had no idea. Why didn't you say something? I would have gladly gone on a run with you had you simply wished for it."

Makkachin pawed at the ground, feigning interest in something or other as he avoided eye contact with his master.

"It is not…my place to demand things from you."

Viktor reached out, scratching at the one magical spot behind Makkachin's ear he knew had the power to reduce him to a pile of foot-thumping goo.

"You may see me as your master, but I have no desire for a companion who blindly follows orders out some warped sense of duty. I've never looked down upon you as such, and am more than willing to give you anything that is within my power to grant you. I also enjoy running with you, please do not hold back on me again."

Once Makkachin had recovered from his master's affection, he nodded, apologized and then promised that he would not hesitate to ask for what he needed in the future. The two immortal beings immediately set out into the night, both hot on the trail of Yuuri Katsuki's scent. Their superhuman speed carried them effortlessly through the dense forest that ran along the highway. They were able to easily follow the young man's scent trail from a safe distance away, careful to avoid detection. Life was a bit more challenging these days for creatures like themselves. There were cameras just about everywhere, and smartphones made it easy for just about anyone to capture incriminating evidence on the spot. It was one of the reasons why Viktor had cut down on such excursions over the last 25 years or so.

Tonight he was feeling a degree of freedom he hadn't experienced in a very long time, and it was the most satisfying and liberating sensation. The cool night air whipped past him as he sped along, his silver tresses coming alive with each stride. It was at times like this that he missed the long hair he'd had as a human. He sometimes had waking dreams of his old human life. His hair had been his pride and joy at the time and one of the things that many considered made him beautiful. His long silver hair had been one of the reasons why Lilia had chosen to 'spare' him, so of course he'd cut it off with his claws as soon as he'd realized what he'd become. He has not allowed his hair to grow long ever since.

Viktor felt a bit awkward and rusty at first, using muscles that hadn't been worked in decades. But the feeling soon passed and he quickly regained his old running form. Makkachin kept pace next to him, his lolling tongue flapping wildly in the wind, a testament to his enjoyment. Sharp branches, poisonous plants and razor-sharp leaves had no effect on the pair, and they plowed through the savage land as if on a stroll through a city park. As he raced the night, Viktor realized that he had been denying himself of basic simple pleasures by keeping himself locked up in his massive estate. Worse yet, he had also denied Makkachin, and had forced him to be as miserably confined as he was. He would not neglect Makkachin, nor himself ever again.

As they got closer to the urban city area, they slowed down and assumed a more human pace. Viktor pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt, covering his hair as to avoid drawing attention to himself. Next to him, Makkachin reverted back to his standard poodle form. They hugged the shadows, moving quickly and efficiently as they made their way through the island district of Vasileostrovsky. They stuck to the outskirts, walking along the dimly lit Makarova embankment. Makkachin stopped periodically to sniff at the air and check the direction Yuuri's scent was coming from.

A few directional adjustments later, and they found themselves in the metropolitan area.

Viktor looked around in awe, alarmed by how much had actually changed since he'd last been in town. The place reeked of humans and all the filth that was associated with them. He brought a hand up to cover his mouth and nose as the stench burned his nostrils. He was instantly reminded of why he'd chosen to live so far away from humans. He longed for the fresher air of his woodland home and had plans to return immediately as soon as he saw where Yuuri lived. Makkachin's lips curled back and away from his teeth in a clear sign of distaste as he also struggled with the fetor of humanity.

"The more advanced humans become, the more feculence they surround themselves with. The more they take from the environment and defile it."

Viktor concurred with the creature beside him.

"Agreed. I may have been cursed with immortality and a never-ending thirst for blood, but I am glad to not be considered one ofthemanymore."

They walked casually down the streets, glad that there weren't that many people out and about on a Sunday evening. They came upon the area immediately surrounding the university, just in time to see Yuuri pulling into a parking lot by a row of buildings.

"Ah, he made it safely. I am relieved."

Viktor looked around and determined that the buildings were most likely student housing. The area was relatively safe compared to the rest of St. Petersburg, and he spotted several guards stationed at crucial entrances and checkpoints. With so many international students attending the institution, it made sense that the government would do its best to protect them. Murdered exchange students tended to lead to diplomatic nightmares. He felt better knowing that Yuuri was living somewhere decent. Humans killed for such trivial things, and this city had some of the worst.

Both of them watched from the shadows as Yuuri parked his bike and made his way to one of the nearby buildings. The young man stopped and looked around nervously, seemingly aware that he was being watched. Viktor couldn't help but smile.He is aware of his surroundings, good.Yuuri squinted in their direction but did not have eyes powerful to spot them. He eventually turned away and went into the building.

"We know where he lives now, our mission is complete. Let's leave this area and get as far away as possible from the stink of humans. Shall we swim our way back? It's been quite a while since we've done that as well."

Makkachin brightened visibly at the suggestion and set off wordlessly in the direction of the Neva River. Viktor fell into step with the volkodlaka, smiling secretly as he spotted a visibly wagging tail nubbin'.

Yuuri put the key in the door and looked over his shoulder one last time before turning it. He had just finished parking his bike when he'd felt the hairs at the back of his neck prickling and standing on end. He had looked around for the culprit, suspicious of the shadows blanketing the edges of the parking lot in darkness. He hadn't been able to see anything or anyone, but couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being watched. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it as he turned the key to his shared accommodations with Phichit.I'm being paranoid and ridiculous.There's nothing there, I'm just imagining things.He pushed his way into the dorm room and was immediately greeted by his highly excitable roommate.

"Yuuri! Welcome home! How was your camping trip?"

Yuuri smiled at the young Thai man as he set his backpack on the floor. He stowed his helmet and motorcycle jacket in the nearby closet and then turned to address him.

"It was great! It's incredibly beautiful out there and I really enjoyed being in the middle of it all."

"Were you able to sleep okay?"

Yuuri chose his next words carefully, and thought of a way to get away with telling the truth, but not the whole truth.

"I was surprisingly quite comfortable last night."

"That sounds awesome! Did you take a shit-ton of pictures?"

"I did. I'll gladly show them to you in a bit. Right now, I'm in desperate need of a shower and some dinner."

"Go ahead and take your shower, then. I'll take care of dinner. You can pay me back my cooking for us tomorrow."

Yuuri nodded, grateful that he had such an agreeable roommate.

"It's a deal."

Yuuri showered, ate the deliciously spicy pad Thai dinner his roommate had prepared and then showed him all his pictures. Then he took his dirty clothes down to the communal laundry and finished up his assignment as he waited for them to be washed and dried. Around 11 PM that night, his fatigue finally caught up with him and his eyes began to flutter closed on their own. He quickly brushed his teeth, set his alarm and crawled into his warm and comfortable bed for the night. He was out cold the moment his head touched the pillow.

He was in a dark room somewhere, probably in someone's house. He could make out the darkened silhouettes of various types of furniture, but not much else. He wished that he could see where he was. No sooner had the thought formulated in his mind then a lantern suddenly appeared in his right hand. He turned his body to the left and then to the right, trying to gather any details he could about his surroundings. He spotted a torn painting on the wall and instantly felt drawn to it. A strange sensation overtook him before he could reach it and he spun around to search for its source.

Blue eyes floated into his field of vision, completely filling it and eclipsing everything else. They were such exotically beautiful eyes, a vast turbulent sea trapped in each stunning iris. He stood rooted to the spot, helplessly sinking into their fathomless depths. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would drown in them, but couldn't bring himself to care. He fell deeper and deeper into their alluring expanse, allowing himself to be consumed and submerged.

The eyes then suddenly turned red, and he found himself longing for the blue ones. He knew that he should have been scared, red was a scary color after all. But the longer he stared, the more appealing he found them. They were like a pair of glistening garnet orbs, their unfaltering gaze cutting deep into his soul and leaving him exposed to the world. The red eyes got closer and his body trembled with anticipation. They were dangerously too close…too close. He saw something white shimmering in the darkness and tried to make a sound. His body wouldn't move. His mouth wouldn't move. All he could see was the red, all red. Red like blood, bloody red.

A sharp pain was felt on the side of his neck and he heard himself screaming inside his own mind. His heart lurched wildly in his chest and panic threatened to overwhelm him. And then...then the pain was banished from him completely and all he could feel was a surge of immense pleasure. A gurgled moan bubbled up from the back of his throat and he felt himself getting utterly lost in the sensation. He wanted more...he needed more red, bloody red.

Yuuri….Yuuri….Yuuri….

Yuuri sat up abruptly in his bed, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his hair plastered to his forehead. There was knocking coming from his bedroom door and he could hear Phichit calling out his name.

"You've slept through both of your alarms, Yuuri. Are you alright in there? You're going to be late for class!"

Yuuri threw the blankets off his body, instantly awake and in a panic. He saw that he was half-hard in his boxers and groaned in frustration. He didn't have time to deal withthatright now. His right hand reached blindly for the glasses on the nightstand and his left hand searched frantically for his phone. He checked the time and was instantly relieved that he still had enough time to get ready and make it to class on time if he skipped breakfast.

"Yeah, I'm fine Phichit! I must have just overslept. Thanks for checking on me, I owe you one!"

Soft laughter was heard on the other side of the door.

"You sure do! Have a good one, Yuuri. Gotta go!"

Yuuri heard the sound of the front door closing and knew Phichit had left the dorm. He took off his lightly damp pair of boxers and scrambled to throw on a clean pair. He forced his brain to think of every possible turn-off until his dick finally gave up and went back to sleep. He then pulled on a pair of stonewashed blue jeans and a navy blue sweater. He hastily brushed his hair, leaving it to fall messily over the rim of his glasses. He brushed his teeth in record time and thanked his lucky stars that he always packed his schoolbag the night before. It already contained everything he was going to need that day, so he just grabbed it and slung it over one shoulder. As he walked past the kitchen, he spotted a Corny Big chocolate cereal bar and grabbed it. The name always made him laugh, but they tasted pretty good and would give his stomach something to process until first period ended and he'd have the time to get something proper. He checked his pockets to make sure he had his keys, and then bolted out of the dorm.

He made it to class with two minutes to spare. He ate his muesli bar as he dug through his bag for his assignment. Once he'd handed it in, he settled into his usual Monday routine, his strange dream all but forgotten. As the day wore on, he began feeling a dull sort of ache on the left side of his neck. He stopped in the men's room to check it for any bruising, but found nothing outwardly wrong. It wasn't overly painful, just constant and unrelenting. His hand kept coming up to it, as rubbing it seemed to be the only way to get any respite. When his day was finally over, he went back to his dorm and filled a hot water bag and placed it on his neck, sighing as he was hit with relief. He took some pain meds and cooked some udon chicken noodle soup with assorted veggies, and set aside a healthy portion for Phichit. He left him a note stating that he was home, he was fine, and was going to bed early that night. He showered, made sure his things were all in order and then crawled into bed. Once again, he was asleep within seconds.

His neck hurt and he could feel himself rapidly growing weaker, feel his life force being literally sucked right out of him. He should have been terrified, he should have been fighting back...but all he could focus on was the pleasure currently flooding his entire body. He could feel his hardened cock straining against the confines of his pants, eagerly leaking and soaking the surrounding material. The pleasure seeped into his veins, settling there for a brief moment before sinking even deeper into his bones. It was the most intense sensation he'd ever felt in his whole life and he soon found himself ejaculating in his pants. He should have been ashamed, embarrassed...something. But all he could think about was howgoodit felt.

His knees grew too weak to support him any longer, and he knew the end was near. He managed to lift a hand up and felt what should have been a face. Except, it couldn't possibly be a face...it was cold and smooth like marble. He couldn't bring himself to care, though...and with one last sigh, he relinquished his hold on life.

He floated in the darkness for what felt like ages, until a comforting white light appeared at the end and he began walking toward it. He didn't knowhowhe knew, but he knew that good things waited for him on the other side of that light. As he floated toward it, he felt a familiar presence in the space with him. He turned around and saw the red eyes again. A hand was held out to him and he heard the words "Come back to me" echoing in his head. He looked at the white light and then back at the pair of glowing red eyes. As his entire body shuddered, he knew instantly that there was only one choice for him. He walked back toward the red eyes and took the offered hand in his.

Something cold, thick and oily filled his mouth, and he almost choked on it. He wanted nothing more thank to spit it out and get away from its source, but it dribbled down his throat instead. He felt an intense stomach cramp, like someone had just violently kicked him in the gut. It was the last thing he felt before his senses exploded. He was suddenly feeling more alive than he'd ever felt before. His insides were on fire and it was as if his blood had been replaced by molten lava. Darkness gave way to light and he saw those red eyes once again right in front of him. As pleased as he was to see them, he saw...then smelled something much more enticing. Dark red fluid leaked out from the red-eyed one's wrist, and he wanted it. He felt strange for wanting it, heard some small voice at the back of his head telling him it was wrong to want it, but he didn't pay it any heed.

He grabbed the wrist and brought it to his lips, suckling hungrily at the delicious fluid. It tasted divine, better than any wine he'd ever tasted, and he didn't think he could ever have his fill of it. The red-eyed one seemed pleased at first, an excited sound emanating from its throat. He responded with a sound of his own and then the red-eyed one seemed even more pleased. He continued drinking, but then the red-eyed one tried to pull his hand away. Not ready to relinquish his treat, he held on more tightly. The red-eyed one became displeased and the next thing he knew, he felt teeth on his throat once more. He was instantly dominated, readily submitting once he'd realized the red-eyed one's overwhelming power.

The red-eyed one was pleased again and he was confused. What did the red-eyed one want? Was he pleased with him or not? The red-eyed one leaned in close and licked at his lips and his face. It felt good. He wanted more. He tried to tell the red-eyed one what he wanted. The red-eyed one understood, and soon his lips were covering his own, and moved over them in a bewitching and hypnotic dance. Something fleshy came into his mouth and it was pure bliss. The red-eyed one then pulled away from him, ending things much too soon for his liking. He wanted more, but the red-eyed one had already decided. Those red eyes bore into him once more, relieving him of his own thoughts and free will. Words were spoken and he suddenly felt very tired. His eyes slowly closed and then his world fell into darkness.

Yuuri bolted upright in his bed, his body drenched in sweat and his heart pounding madly in his chest. His room was still dark and checking his phone told him it was only just after 3 AM. His neck hurt worse than ever and he was extremely annoyed to find himself painfully hard. He knew he'd just had an incredibly messed up dream, but was already struggling to remember the rapidly fading details. Once his heart had settled into a more normal rhythm, he reached for the bottle of water he kept on the nightstand and drained it completely in a few gulps. He got out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt from the hamper to dry the sweat off his body. He dried his hair with it and was about to change into a new pair of boxers when he realized that he would probably not be able to fall back asleep until he dealt with his currentlyveryawake cock. He pulled the boxer shorts down and off his hips and then took his engorged flesh into his hand. He moved his hand quickly and efficiently over himself, aiming to resolve the issue as soon as possible so that he could get back to sleep. About a minute and one large grunt later, he emptied himself into his already-soiled boxers. He cleaned himself up and put on a fresh pair before crawling back into bed. He was feeling extremely unsettled and the pain in his neck seemed to increase yet again. As Yuuri tossed and turned on his bed, he wondered what the hell was going on.

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