UKUS Vampire Bite
anonymous
October 27 2010, 20:04:57 UTC
Human AU I guess would work better. Alfred, after a long crush, finally spends the night with Arthur. And it's in the middle of getting some awesome head that he finds out the hard (and painful) way that Arthur is a vampire. Who's never been a fan of biting necks. Horror genre would be preferred over humor, but whatever works. What is all the Halloween-themed fanart on pixiv doing to my brain?
Guh, still loving this so much! Francis is great in this. :D Is Mattie gonna make an appearance as well? And methinks Arthur is getting a crush on his dinner! I'm definitely in love with the more classic vampire feel. *excited to see more*
Tainting the Night [4a/?]
anonymous
November 3 2010, 03:54:27 UTC
“W-well,” Arthur began, looking a little better than he had in the hallway. “I had found an amulet that was supposed to protect its wearer from our mind powers and had been researching it for days...weeks... So I hadn't eaten. I headed out to talk to Yao about the amulet, and he was there. He was there and I-I tried to ignore him, but he... He smelled like hamburgers, the scent of them clung to him,” the Englishman closed his eyes, deep in thought, remembering the sights and sounds and smells of the previous night. “...But it couldn't mask his scent... It was so crisp, so clean, so clear, so pure “Arthur!” Francis interjected, pulling the other vampire out of a dangerous train of thought. The Brit's fangs had already exposed themselves -just from the memory- in anticipation of tasting the man's blood again. “Who was it
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Tainting the Night [4b/?]
anonymous
November 3 2010, 03:55:16 UTC
“He touched my fang. He touched my fang, Francis! He touched it like it was something delicate that should be treasured!” Tears rushed to Arthur's eyes. “I couldn't stand it! Why, why, why did he have to do that?! Why did he have to make me feel like what I was doing to him was alright? I practically raped him and I drank his blood, so why... Why did he have to make me feel-” The vampire cut himself off with a choking sound
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Tainting the Night [5a/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 02:52:39 UTC
Alfred continued chipping away at his English paper, but his progress was impeded by thoughts of the man across the hall. Why did that scene feel familiar? He had never seen the Brit touch Francis unless it was to kick him out of his apartment. And he had certainly never seen him looking sick before...or had he? No, he hadn't. Arthur had never been sick as long as Alfred had been in the building
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Tainting the Night [5b/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 02:53:43 UTC
After school Alfred purchased a box of tea. He figured English Breakfast would be appropriate. In the lobby, purchase in hand, he spotted Francis on his way out of the building.
“Francis!” the American called. “How's Arthur?”
The Frenchman stopped and turned toward the younger man. “Ah, Arthur is fine. He's just being stubborn and moody. He'll be back to his normal, irritable self in no time.”
“Well, that's good to hear,” Alfred replied, relief plainly written all over his face.
“I would love to stay and chat about our beloved Brit, but I'm afraid I have a club to run.” Francis waved and swiftly left the enamored young man far behind him.
The college student dashed up two flights of stairs, his body vibrating with anxiety. What would Arthur say? What would he do? All too soon the young man stood in front of his neighbor's door and politely knocked as he danced anxiously from foot to foot.
Tainting the Night [6a/?]
anonymous
November 11 2010, 05:38:40 UTC
“Bloody frog, I told you I'd be fine! You don't need to babysit-” the Brit cut himself off as he opened the door and discovered that it was not the Frenchman at the door. “...Alfred,” he mumbled. “What are you doing here
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Tainting the Night [6b/?]
anonymous
November 11 2010, 05:46:42 UTC
Why was he already hungry again? He was craving the college student's blood so strongly, and he had a horrible sneaking suspicion that no other blood would satisfy this desire. “Mhmm,” the Brit murmured. “Indeed. I truly value your presence.” The elder man's eyes were half-closed in his desire for the one sitting next to him. He ran his tongue over his lips, his fully-extended fangs crowding his mouth. “It really is a pleasure having you next door. I don't usually have any visitors besides Francis. The only other people I talk to regularly are Yao and Elizaveta
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I haven't commented before, but all parts are wonderful so more. I can't wait for more!
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“Francis!” the American called. “How's Arthur?”
The Frenchman stopped and turned toward the younger man. “Ah, Arthur is fine. He's just being stubborn and moody. He'll be back to his normal, irritable self in no time.”
“Well, that's good to hear,” Alfred replied, relief plainly written all over his face.
“I would love to stay and chat about our beloved Brit, but I'm afraid I have a club to run.” Francis waved and swiftly left the enamored young man far behind him.
The college student dashed up two flights of stairs, his body vibrating with anxiety. What would Arthur say? What would he do? All too soon the young man stood in front of his neighbor's door and politely knocked as he danced anxiously from foot to foot.
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Looking forward to more!
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Lovely use of the English laguage, love!
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