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crabkickVan Zieks is a vampire, and like all vampires, he must feed. Ryunosuke is his victim.
Another short kink meme fill! I may come back and add more later, but for now, I'm happy with this little snippet of a scene. TW blood and vampire bites and all that jazz.
Another short kink meme fill! I may come back and add more later, but for now, I'm happy with this little snippet of a scene. TW blood and vampire bites and all that jazz.
“What are you doing?” Ryunosuke whispered. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Van Zieks stood there, leaning heavily against him, trapping him against the wall. He was blazing with feverish warmth, and his breath trembled laboriously on Ryunosuke’s neck, and he shook, he shook violently, hesitating, and Ryunosuke could feel him balancing on the razor’s edge.
He felt him tip off of it.
Van Zieks’s mouth was hot and wet where it closed around his pulse. Teeth came next, the blunt edges of the incisors, and, curiously, sharp, sharp eyeteeth. So sharp he barely felt them pierce the skin and sink into the meat of his throat.
Shock. A single strangled whimper died in his mouth. The eyeteeth—the fangs—touched and then punctured a vein. Blood bloomed and seeped down his neck and filled Van Zieks’s mouth.
This is the truth of the matter: the whole affair was a horror. Ryunosuke was ensnared in Van Zieks’s arms, pressed flat against the wall, unable to even begin to move and try to break free of his harsh grip, incontrovertibly, undeniably prey.
Here is another truth: in that horror, hiding, coiled like a snake in dew-wet fern, was an overpowering eroticism. Ryunosuke had never had another man’s body pressed against his before. Had never had another man’s lips on his pulse. Had never felt speared like a moth to a display board; vulnerable and scared, but overflowing with a bizarre heat and a ragged ache inside of him. He was afraid but enthralled, revolted but excited.
Ryunosuke’s fists closed in Van Zieks’s shirt, whose throat bobbed as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Eventually, Ryunosuke began to grow lightheaded. His ears rang. His vision tunneled. He heard Van Zieks groan obscenely as he sagged against him, and it sent a distant thrill skittering down his spine. His legs went out from under him, and the two of them sank to the floor, a tangle of blood-soaked, shuddering bodies.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the look of abject horror on Van Zieks's face, and the copious splash of red on his mouth and chin.
He felt him tip off of it.
Van Zieks’s mouth was hot and wet where it closed around his pulse. Teeth came next, the blunt edges of the incisors, and, curiously, sharp, sharp eyeteeth. So sharp he barely felt them pierce the skin and sink into the meat of his throat.
Shock. A single strangled whimper died in his mouth. The eyeteeth—the fangs—touched and then punctured a vein. Blood bloomed and seeped down his neck and filled Van Zieks’s mouth.
This is the truth of the matter: the whole affair was a horror. Ryunosuke was ensnared in Van Zieks’s arms, pressed flat against the wall, unable to even begin to move and try to break free of his harsh grip, incontrovertibly, undeniably prey.
Here is another truth: in that horror, hiding, coiled like a snake in dew-wet fern, was an overpowering eroticism. Ryunosuke had never had another man’s body pressed against his before. Had never had another man’s lips on his pulse. Had never felt speared like a moth to a display board; vulnerable and scared, but overflowing with a bizarre heat and a ragged ache inside of him. He was afraid but enthralled, revolted but excited.
Ryunosuke’s fists closed in Van Zieks’s shirt, whose throat bobbed as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Eventually, Ryunosuke began to grow lightheaded. His ears rang. His vision tunneled. He heard Van Zieks groan obscenely as he sagged against him, and it sent a distant thrill skittering down his spine. His legs went out from under him, and the two of them sank to the floor, a tangle of blood-soaked, shuddering bodies.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the look of abject horror on Van Zieks's face, and the copious splash of red on his mouth and chin.
