William James Moriarty, the great vampire hunter, has been through numerous hardships, but the most exhausting one was without doubt the area around the vampire's castle far in the North.
He encountered numerous traps on his way, from a malicious tree which took form of his younger brother Louis while attacking him, to a poisonous bush growing dangerous thorns.
Sherlock the Bloodthirsty was the most powerful vampire, rumoured to inhabitate a deserted castle in solitude. As soon as William walked through the massive door into a dark spacious interior, the vampire standing in front of him couldn't hide his joy and started to clap.
"I hope the few surprises I had spread around the castle kept you entertained." - he laughed.
"Indeed, though judging from the current misarable condition of them all, I'm afraid I couldn't appreciate them. How generous of you, though. My birthday was four months ago."
Taken aback at first, Sherlock laughed sardonically, his laughter echoing in empty rooms of his castle.
"You're one interesting chap, aren't you?"
"If you say so. Jokes aside, I didn't come here to chat."
"Indeed. Your scarlet eyes reveal that you are half-vampire yourself. Aren't you embarrassed, trying to extinguish your brother?" - Sherlock inquired, his ultramarine eyes glowing in the darkness.
"I am afraid your belief is wrong." - William replied calmly, though he was breathless for a second, admiring the vampire's eyes. There was something magical about them, and while he has looked in the eyes of two thousand sixteen vampires, none were this pleasing to look at.
Unbeknownst to him, a young vampire Wiggins - who had been called by his Master's clapping -teleported behind the hunter and knocked him unconscious.
William let out a small moan as his eyelids opened lazily. To his surprise, he found himself handcuffed to a massive bed, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"Where am I...?" - he whined quietly to himself. He looked around to investigate the interior. The room was richly lit by a hundred brilliant candles in a golden chambelier. The walls were filled with numerous golden empty frames. There was only one single piece of art hanging on the wall - a massive waterfall - fixed in an enormous black frame.
"You said that my belief that you came to extinguish me is wrong. Excellent, as I just happened to need a toy to play with."
"I came here to slay you. I'm just insulted that you dared to call yourself my brother. Not quite gentlemanly of you, not letting me finish." - William replied calmly. - "And absolutely not gentlemanly to handle me like this!" - he hissed and snapped his arms, using his physical strength in an attempt to set free. Though, in vain.
"Oh I am certainly a gentleman. I carried you here in my arms like a princess. Are you perhaps a princess? Or better, my damsel in distress? Oh and... if you insist, I will let you finish this time." - Sherlock hummed, curving his lips in a wicked smile.
"I am afraid I have nothing else to say."
"Bold of you to assume I mean you finishing a sentence." - Sherlock laughed and the showed his claws in the blink of an eye. The vampire then ran his fingertips on William's face - his blonde eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his lips and chin. Keeping his gaze on the hunter's face, he ran his touch along his neck and collarbones.
"You are weaker than I thought."
"Excuse me?"
"You took off my clothes, but not the shirt. That's all your claws can tear? Cotton? Not even my leather coat? Pathetic."
"Are you trying to say that you won't need your leather coat anymore? Do you intend to run naked around my castle every night from now on?"
"Maybe."
The laconic answer made Sherlock laugh viciously.
"You're one little pervert, aren't you? You would demoralize my minions. By the way, I do have leather clothes that might be to your liking. They are somewhat more revealing than what you wore when you came here, though."
"Who is the pervert here, huh?" - William whispered scornfully, averting his eyes from the vampire.
"Silence!"
With sharp decisive movements, Sherlock's claws worked their way downwards, tearing the buttons of the blonde's shirt, one by one, revealing pale skin covered with scars from numerous battles.
"Oh? What do we have here?" - the monster hummed and bent over the hunter, his long hair - dark blue like the night sky - falling on the scar running horizontally just above William's nipples.
A soft gasp escaped William's lips as Sherlock combed his hair backwards, the locks tickling his bare skin.
It was quiet, though not quiet enough to escape the vampire's attention.
"Hm? What was that?" - the vampire smirked in amusement. His guest did not reply, his head turned away, but Sherlock could observe the hunter blushing red to his ear.
Having hidden his claws, the vampire ran his fingertips up and down William's trunk, each time inching further down his bare stomach. Up, then down to his navel. Up, then down, to his crotch.
The hunter moaned and spasmed softly, feeling the tingles of excitement running down his spine.
"I've just remembered that I wanted to use my toy. Please wait a second. And be prepared."
William waited in silence for a moment before he turned his head to look around. Not registering the vampire around, he tried to set free once again, doing all in his might to crush the handcuffs. Though, all he caused was a tremendous noise.
"Being rowdy here, aren't you?" - Sherlock hummed, teleporting himself in front of the hunter and reached his hand to playfully run his fingertips on the delicate skin of William's wrist, .
William blushed at the tickles flushing through his senses.
"Look what I've got there." - the vampire hummed playfully swinging a whip left and right, immediately winning the hunter's attention.
"Now, decide to be completely obedient." - he ordered. "Well... Not that you have any other choice!" - Sherlock screamed in twisted joy, whistling the whip across the hunter's chest, making him gasp in pain.
Another hits followed, leaving red marks on his calves.
William screamed as the whip hit his bare thighs, registering his body react in a way he did not expect.
"You are enjoying this, huh? You little slut." - Sherlock purred in self-content, sending another hit towards the other thigh.
"B.. but... No..." - William moaned, his tongue partially out.
"Liar." - the vampire laughed, as he threw another blast across the leg and stomach, right next to the hunter's partially erected shaft, making him gasp.
The whip whistled in the air again.
William screamed in pleasure as the leather end hit his aerola, just milimeters away from his nipple.
Seconds later, he groaned loudly, as he felt another the hit, this time the end of the whip tangled around his partially erected shaft.
"Did that hurt? Let me see what I can do about it." - the vampire threw the whip on the bed beside his guest, his tongue running along the freshly hit blood-filled place, richly moisturing it.
"S... Stop." - the vampire hunter shivered, his body overloaded with sensual stimuli.
Watching William shiver was most pleasing to watch.
"Why should I?" - Sherlock's cold hand playfully ran on the fingertips from the hunter's stomach to his erect penis, the cold sensation on his hot body making the hunter gasp.
The vampire gripped William's shaft tightly and began moving his fist up and down, slowly at first, only to switch to a faster pace within a short time, and then slowly running his thumb along every visible vein.
He continued, pressing his other fingers against the veins and between them, running his hand higher to make fingertips touch the precum, spreading its wet texture around, and lower to the base.
Sherlock's hand gripped the vampire hunter's shaft once again, much tigher than before, and began pumping William's penis. He could feel him throbbing, as he listened the blonde growling in pleasure.
Suddenly, William felt the vampire's hand spread, his thumb pressing against the delicate skin of his shaft while his little finger pinned between the blonde's perineum, which made him cum in an instant.
William's body jolted as his orgasmic scream echoed loudly in the dark empty castle.
He could hardly breathe. He inhaled the air selfishly, frantically, loudly. William gazed at the chandelier with teary eyes, his vision foggy from his tears that were flowing on his cheeks, as a stream of saliva was running from his mouth.
In the corner of his eye, William registered the vampire lusciously licking rich amount of cum off his hand.
"Now..." Sherlock purred, "If you allow me, let me feast on your blood."
William replied with a long powerless moan, as his hazy eyes registered a smirk and a glow of night blue hair, before they succumbed to darkness.
~ insert the JoJo "TO BE CONTINUED" meme ~