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It is said that inviting a vampire into your home is a way to get your entire family killed. The Church was known for fear-mongering with this drivel. Holy water, crosses, and wooden stakes were the only effective ways to get rid of them. What people didn’t know was that behind the scenes, the Church was run by a coven of vampires. It had been for centuries by this point; the only reason they were still allowed to continue with their nonsense rumors and senseless fear talk was that it kept the eyes off the vampires running the show. People still came running up to the doors of the Church, begging for priests to come and help them rid their house or village of a vampire that had laid waste to the area. These people were more often than not greeted by one of the coven members, usually Seible.
“Please help, a vampire killed my son!!” The woman was beside herself as she grabbed at Seible’s shirt, her sobs echoing through the halls of the cathedral.
“Well, we can’t be having that now, can we? Lead me to where your home is.” Seible grabbed his coat and gestured for the woman to guide him.
Quickly, the woman grabbed Seible’s hand and ran back to where she resided. Seible stumbled a bit at the sudden jerk of his wrist but kept the pace as he rebalanced himself. As the village came into view, Seible clicked his tongue in annoyance. A vampire, clearly having just manifested, ran through the plaza with erratic movements and crazed eyes. The woman withdrew her grip from Seible’s wrist and moved behind him, softly pushing him forward.
“That’s the one, he suddenly came into the village and grabbed the first person he saw.” As she explained, her voice became thick with emotion. Her son had been that first person.
“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll deal with him before he hurts anyone else.” Seible’s smile was soft and reassuring, and the woman relaxed at the tender tone.
Seible looked back at the vampire, and he cracked his knuckles. This wasn’t his first time dealing with a newly manifested vampire. Most of them had no energy and had tried to grab someone but failed before running into the alleys so the sun didn’t burn them.
“Let’s see how strong you are with a little blood in you, yeah?” Seible teased as he walked over to where the vampire stood.
After a few seconds of standing in the plaza, the vampire locked onto Seible. At eye contact, the new vampire let out a whimper.
“Oh, come on, don’t want to play with someone your size?” Seible’s sapphire eyes glinted with mischief, stepping forward.
Before Seible could take another step forward, the vampire ducked into a building that hadn’t locked their doors for the night. Seible cursed under his breath as he ran towards the building, which was labeled a tavern.
As he opened the door, he discovered the tavern had already been mostly upturned, chairs, tables, and barstools strewn across the room. Seible quickly scanned the room for any signs of the vampire, but all he heard was the screams of someone from the second floor. Taking two steps at a time, Seible made a break for the second floor.
When he broke open the door, he spotted the vampire, who was currently attempting to bite into someone’s neck. Instincts kicked in before his brain did, and Seible launched himself at the vampire, kicking them off the victim. He grabbed the vampire by the neck and glared at them, scanning for any signs of his master or who might’ve been the one to turn them. A small tattoo at the base of their bite mark gave Seible all the information he needed. He scoffed and drove his hand into the vampire’s chest, twisting and making sure he destroyed their heart in the process.
“That’ll be all from you, don’t go around turning people you can’t control.” Seible rolled his eyes as he dropped the vampire to the ground, or what dust was left of them.
He turned around to address the human he had left sitting on the ground, but they had already backed into a corner and grabbed a dagger.
“What the hell are you?” The deep voice was laced with confusion and anger as they tightened their grip on their dagger.
“Hey, hey, I just saved your life, is that any way to treat your savior?” Seible flicked his hand to try and remove the excess blood, but it was no use.
“I have no reason to be thankful to you if I have no idea if you’ll twist my heart out.”
Seible stifled a laugh as he shook his head. “I have a policy not to kill humans, and you seem to fall under the category of human. So you’re one of the lucky ones.”
Seible gave the man in front of him an up-and-down look. He had dark black hair with deep green highlights at the ends; his pale skin rivaled Seible's, and he had hypnotic purple and gold eyes that people who didn’t know any better would think were a vampire's.
“On second glance, are you sure you’re not a vampire?” Seible moved forward, closing the distance between them. “Your eyes look eerily similar to one.”
“Shut the hell up. I’m not a vampire just because I have unique eyes.” The raven-haired man placed the dagger between them so that Seible was unable to close the distance.
“And here I thought getting closer would allow me to ask your name.” Seible grabbed the blade with his hand and moved the raven-haired man’s hand up, stepping into his personal space once again.
“Fuck off. That’s my name.” Seible’s grip on the man only tightened as he attempted to get away.
“Aw, what a cute name, but come on, purple eyes, give me your real name. I’ll let go if you do.”
“Zeal. That’s my name.” Zeal sighed, having given up on actually keeping his identity a secret.
“Look at that, now that wasn’t so hard, was it? I’m Seible.” Seible loosened his grip on Zeal’s wrist and took a step back.
Zeal scoffed as he rubbed his wrist, sheathing the dagger in a thigh guard. He looked around his room and let out a sigh as he began cleaning up.
“If you’re not going to help, then get the hell out, you’re not wanted here.” Zeal’s tone was dripping in venom as he grabbed broken glass off the floor.
“Come on now, you know that’s such an old superstition, plus this is a tavern, what if I wanted a drink?” Seible leaned against a wall as he looked at Zeal.
“We’re closed for the night, but I guess you didn’t have the decency to look at the sign before barging in.”
“Well, neither did the vampire that almost killed you, and look who’s still standing?” Seible took off the glove that was still covered in blood and pocketed it.
Zeal shook his head, but before he could continue the banter, he sucked on his teeth, pulling his hand back. Seible glanced over at where Zeal was crouching, and the raven-haired man was grasping at his hand, curses spilling from his mouth as he fumbled to grab a towel from a table. Before he could think, Seible had grabbed a towel and moved towards Zeal, crouching down beside him, and he quickly wrapped the wound.
“I could’ve done it myself. I don’t trust you blood suckers around wounds.” Zeal hastily pulled his hand away from Seible as he applied pressure to his own injury.
“You were fumbling around trying to find something; I was just hastening the process.” Seible backed up slightly, not wanting to prove the nickname correct.
But true to nature, Seible’s heart rate quickened, and his eyes began glowing a deep red. Zeal noticed and backed up. Seible tried to hide his eyes, but it was no use; he had already been seen.
“You really like proving my point, huh? Can you not even look at blood without doing that with your eyes?” Zeal’s questions began streaming out before he had a chance to filter them.
“It’s in our nature, that’s the only thing the rumors have right, we have a craving for blood even if we don’t indulge all the time.” Seible sighed.
“When was the last time you drank from a human?” The question struck Seible in the chest; he wasn’t expecting Zeal to ask him something like that.
“I’ve just drank from other vampires for the last 100 or so years. I couldn’t tell you when the last time I had human blood was.”
“Huh, so you can survive off each other? That’s interesting.” Zeal’s tone became more inquisitive as he pressed for more. “So would you be interested in drinking from a human?”
“Wait, what? You just wanted me to leave, and now you’re asking that?” Seible laughed at the insanity unfolding before him. “Are you asking that because you’re offering yourself or because you want to know my penchant for blood?”
Zeal didn’t deny what he had said but was rather too stunned to continue the conversation. Seible looked at Zeal, whose ears were now shaded a light pink. Silence filled the room as the two stared at each other, unsure of where to continue but not wanting to let the moment pass just yet.
“Will you let me drink from you?” Seible tried to keep his tone flat, but the underlying excitement betrayed any attempts at seeming normal.
“Would you still do it even if my answer was no?” Zeal glared at Seible, distrust evident in his eyes as he assessed the brunette.
“Again, these rumors really don’t paint us in a good light. Vampires with a working mind will ask for consent. Along with making sure we don’t overstep our boundaries if given a no.”
Seible’s eyes now shone a light red, adjusting to the dampened scent of blood in the room. Although most of Seible’s coven had a liking for taking without consent, Seible was not one of them. Zeal moved the cloth covering his wound to assess how badly he had cut himself. A click of his tongue made it obvious that he’d need more medical attention than the tavern could offer.
“How about an exchange? I’ll heal your wound, you give me a taste of your blood.” Seible reached out his hand, gesturing for Zeal to give his.
“You’re going to break your apparent vow of abstinence for me? I’m a guy you met 15 minutes ago.” Zeal held out his hand anyway, curiosity overriding his fear.
“What can I say, your eyes are hypnotizing.” Seible gave a small giggle as he grabbed the raven-haired man's hand.
Gently Seible ran his fingers over the wound on the palm of Zeal’s hand; the unexpected contact made Zeal retract his hand in pain, a soft groan escaping him.
“Bear with it for a little bit, this part isn’t pleasant.” Zeal nodded in response and reoffered his hand, placing it back atop Seible’s.
Another couple of swipes across the wound, and a few too many pokes that had Zeal borderline whimpering in pain, and the wound was completely closed. Seible’s powers included fast regeneration, a skill that normally couldn’t be used to heal others. Zeal looked down at his hand, clearly mystified by the idea that he went from having a gaping wound in his palm to a soft scar in a matter of minutes.
“Now that I've given you my end of the bargain, it’s time to fulfill yours.” The glint in Seible’s eyes made a shiver run down Zeal’s spine.
In a matter of seconds, he had gone from being someone who was protected to being prey. Zeal would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel somewhat intrigued by the feeling, but he had no time to indulge that desire as he was pushed to the floor. Seible straddled just above Zeal’s hips as he glanced down at the raven-haired man’s neck; Zeal had averted his gaze, giving Seible a clearer view of his neck. Seible’s movements became languid as he ghosted over Zeal’s neck. His breath made Zeal shudder as he covered his eyes with his hand; the taller man’s face had turned a deep scarlet as he waited for the inevitable.
“You’re not going to look at me? How disappointing, I thought you’d enjoy the show.” Seible grazed his fangs on Zeal’s neck, and a quiet moan broke from the taller one’s mouth as he quickly covered it with his hand.
“Don’t be quiet now, I want to hear you.”
“Shut up and just do it already.” Zeal barked, his entire face now painted a deep red as he continued avoiding Seible’s gaze.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Seible licked over Zeal’s neck one more time before sinking into the crook of it, the metallic taste of blood flooding his mouth as he gulped down the first sip. Euphoria and pleasure clouded his senses immediately. It had been so long since he last tasted blood from a human, and he now understood why so many of his coven still indulged in it. Zeal’s blood tasted divine, a mix of liquor and coffee filled his mouth as he took another gulp. Seible knew he ran the tavern, but he never expected his blood to also taste of liquor, and if he was being honest, he was drunk on the taste.
Zeal, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with emotions he couldn’t begin to describe. Fear filled his senses first as Seible bit down on his vein, then pain made him gasp and clutch at the brunette’s shoulders for reassurance. When Zeal adjusted to the pain, that’s when he felt a burning desire for Seible to go harder. The pleasure was paralyzing as Zeal mewled into the back of his hand. He squirmed underneath Seible, the heat of everything making it impossible for him to keep still. Seible placed his hand on Zeal’s hips, preventing him from moving any further. The contact had Zeal grasping at the brunette’s shirt as he let out another moan; a soft giggle vibrated against Zeal’s neck as Seible became drunk on the blood and moans.
“You really like this, don’t you?” Seible unhooked his fangs and licked his lips as he admired the view before him.
Zeal was panting, his face flushed a bright red as he lay sprawled on the floor; his hair clung to his face as he twitched in anticipation. A deep exhale turned into a whimper escaped Zeal as he glanced up at Seible.
“More…I want that feeling again.”
Zeal’s soft plea had Seible diving back for more. This time, Seible was far from gentle as he sank his teeth back into the same spot. Intoxicated on the feeling, Zeal whined and wrapped his arms around Seible’s neck, pulling him closer. Instinctively, Seible grinded against Zeal as he kneed in between the taller one’s thighs. That was all it took for Zeal to melt completely underneath the brunette, his moans loud and unfiltered as he got lost in the feeling. Seible relished the taste in his mouth as he gulped it down fervently. Zeal’s moans had the brunette groaning against his neck as he tried to keep himself under control.
“Seible, please…I want more…NghHHH” Seible unhooked his fangs once again and bit down on Zeal’s Adam's apple, drawing blood as he quietly licked it up.
“Your wish is my command, Zeal.”
Seible began swiftly undressing Zeal, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that the raven-haired man was covered in ink. Tattoos of serpents that coiled their way around his torso and arms, Seible gave a small whistle in amusement as he admired the view. Normally, vampires would despise their prey being inked, but Seible was pleased with it more than anything. Unhurried by Zeal’s growing moans, Seible began biting down on Zeal’s chest, drawing blood and licking it up before moving further.
“Hurry up..!! I want you…inside!” Zeal’s blunt confession had Seible giggling as he hovered just below his belly button.
“Now now, patience is a virtue, is it not? But since you’re being so honest, I might as well indulge you.”
Seible removed Zeal’s pants and underwear with minimal fanfare, not wanting to keep the taller one in suspense for too much longer. Zeal was already dripping in precum as his cock twitched in anticipation.
“Hmm, already? You’re really eager to get fucked by someone you just met.”
The brunette mused at Zeal’s visage, his eyes glazed over and lidded with desire as he tried and failed to cover his moans. Seible gently coaxed one of his fingers into Zeal’s entrance; a scream echoed through the room as Zeal exclaimed in surprise at the sudden intrusion. A soft giggle left Seible as he moved his finger in and out in a rhythm that had Zeal squirming and wriggling from pleasure. Another finger had Zeal whining and grinding down on Seible’s fingers; the brunette scissoring and opening him up. One more finger completed the trio as Seible moved his fingers around to prep Zeal. As he curled his fingers up, Zeal’s body pulled taut as he mewled at the sensation.
“There it is. Good boy.” Seible’s voice was low and dripping with desire as he hit that spot once again.
Zeal almost cummed on the spot when he heard the nickname that Seible had landed on. He glanced at Seible, hoping to catch the sapphire eyes once again.
“Call me that…more.” A soft request that got buried underneath another moan.
“I’ll call you that when you are one.” Seible lined himself up against Zeal’s entrance as he whispered in his ear.
An obedient nod was all Zeal could muster. Seible let out a satisfied hum as he thrusted into Zeal in one swift motion. Another scream broke from his throat as his orgasm crashed into him all at once, Zeal’s vision whiting out as he rode the high of it. Cum decorated his stomach as he shuddered in pleasure, and he grabbed at Seible’s arms for some kind of grounding presence.
“Shhh, shhh, such a naughty boy cumming before I’ve even moved.” Seible clicked his tongue as he rested inside of Zeal, waiting for him to come down from the high.
“More…Please…I’m sorry for…cumming.” Zeal’s voice was hoarse from all the screaming and moaning; it was now only coming out in broken words.
Seible wiped away tears forming at the corner of Zeal’s eyes as he began to slowly ease in and out. Zeal cried at the overstimulation; everything burned as he sat on the fence of pain and pleasure.
“Bite…”
Seible licked his lips and bit down on Zeal’s shoulder, a shattered whimper leaving the taller one’s mouth as he lost his mind to the sensation. With the new grip, Seible began ramming into Zeal with no remorse. Broken moans and screams echoed throughout the room as Seible’s pace quickened with each thrust.
“Beg for me, Zeal, let me hear you fall apart,” Seible growled in Zeal’s ear, commanding him.
“Please..Break me!! Let me cum..! Please…Please.. Seible..”
Seible’s pace became erratic as he chased his high, panting and groaning as he rammed further into Zeal.
“Cum for me, my good boy.”
That was all it took; Zeal’s body went taut as he felt another orgasm wash over him. Seible wasn’t far behind as he thrusted a couple more times before groaning into his climax. The brunette collapsed onto Zeal’s chest as he rode out his high. Zeal was twitching as the aftershocks of his orgasm kept him from moving. He lay on the floor, covered in sweat and cum, the entire room spinning as he tried to come down from the pleasure high.
“Come down to earth for me, pretty boy.” Seible rolled them over so now he was the one on the hard floor, and Zeal lay atop his chest.
Tenderly Seible brushed the hair out of Zeal’s face and wiped the remaining tears away. The taller one’s face was still flushed a light red as his eyes remained unfocused. Seible poked at Zeal’s cheek to try to refocus him.
“Zeal? Was it that good that I’ve left you speechless?” Seible giggled as he thumbed at the marks that he left on the taller one’s throat.
“Can I keep you?” Zeal’s tone was airy and light as he asked a question.
“Well, we can get to know each other properly after this. I did just fuck you on our first meeting, which, last I checked, is a little out of order.”
Zeal let out a breathy laugh in response as he rested his head on Seible’s chest. “That sounds good.”
“Then how about dinner sometime next week? Or you can get me that drink since this is a tavern.” Seible carded his fingers through Zeal’s hair as he began making small talk.
“A drink sounds nice, I’ll make a good one for you.” Zeal’s voice was heavy with sleep as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.” Zeal hummed as his breathing slowed and evened out, sleep overtaking him.
Seible lay there for a moment more, basking in the aftermath of everything before getting up with Zeal in his arms. “Well, this next couple of decades just got interesting.”