December Drabble Fest Day 22
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 22 : Bitten
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Note : Vampire Verse. No, not that one :D For the woman I shared the brain with XD
(December Drabble Fest 21)
He’s still in the bathroom, in the middle of shaving his stubbles off after showering, mind somehow drifting off to the memory of what could probably the best lay he’d ever had in his life, just a couple of weeks ago, smiling to himself.
On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Not when he can still feel the vampire’s hands leaving red imprints on his hips, the vampire’s lips and tongue alternating between sucking his neck and licking the wound his fangs left behind. He can still feel the way the vampire’s cock slipping in and out of his body, the way he’d been reduced into a quivering, puddle of mess as the vampire fucked him ruthlessly, almost relentlessly from behind.
“Oww, fuck!” he hisses, dropping his razor on the sink in haste watching blood trailing across his chin when he accidentally cuts himself. Great, just great, he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. He’s about to wash it away when the sound of his doorbell stops him, frowning at his reflection on the mirror for a second, contemplating whether to clean up or just leave it be, hearing his visitor insistently ringing the doorbell outside.
“Ah, fuck it.” He mutters to himself, turns to grab the towel he leaves there and wraps it around his waist before he steps out of the bathroom to check who’s at the door. When he gets there, he initially plans to check who was knocking through the peephole, but somehow hears his name being called from behind the door, and the answering shiver made him realize he knows exactly who is outside.
He opens the door before he even realized he’s doing it, gasping quietly for breath the second his gaze catches that familiar half-smile, feeling the way his insides clench deliciously at the memory of seeing that lazy smile directed at him from half-way across the crowded room.
“Ninomiya-san, hello,” the vampire greets, his tone honestly sounded like warm honey. Nino watches him shift forward a little, keeping one of his hands plastered against the wall next to the door of Nino’s apartment as he surveys Nino over.
“Uh, hi?” he greets back, stunned, also a little confused. “Um, how did you know I live here?” he asks the first thing that comes to mind, grateful that he didn’t end up saying something else.
The vampire shrugs, licking his lips. Nino watches the movement, feeling slightly detached from himself at the sight. He feels warm, though, and it is concentrated on the punctures on his neck, as if the wound knows exactly that the one that puts them there is here.
“Told you I’m gonna find you, right?” the vampire says, “That it would be easy, after I’ve tasted you.”
He blinks, hand reaching up to wipe at his bloodied chin when the vampire stops him.
“No, don’t,” the vampire says, his voice insistent. Nino raises his head and catches the vampire’s eyes - wide and pitch black - are on him, lips pursed as if he’s barely keeping himself from moving, enough to grab Nino from where he’s standing so the vampire could suck him dry.
“W-What -“
“You’re bleeding,” the vampire says, “don’t wipe it off.”
Nino blinks. “Oh,” he exclaims, absently reaching up to his bleeding chin, vaguely nodding his head in understanding. “You’re here for my blood, aren’t you?” he asks, feeling slightly stupid for pointing out the obvious.
The vampire smirks. “Amongst other things, yes,” the vampire says, shrugging. Nino thinks it’s totally unfair that despite the danger that comes along with a human’s association with a blood sucker, Nino doesn’t even feel the least bit frightened.
In fact, if he is going to be completely honest about it, he’s been looking forward to see this particular vampire again.
“Should I be worried?” he says, if only to cover up the way his body is reacting to the vampire’s obvious ruse to be let in.
The vampire shrugs. “Maybe,” is what he gets as an answer, but he can’t help but feel like he’s only being snared even more as his gaze darts down from the vampire’s face to the shameless dent the vampire’s dick makes in the front of his pants. “maybe not; you know I’m not going to hurt you.” The vampire says, grinning when he adds, “Well, maybe not so much. I heard that the first bite stings, but I’ll try to be careful, I promise.”
Nino knows he might regret this, that this time, the vampire might not just take enough and might end up killing him, but he guesses that’s just his scared human part talking. Besides, he’d had his way with the vampire before; he knows he could do it again.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to act like he’s got a better hold of himself now than he did the last time they met, or that he had it together even though he really, really don’t. He’s already imagining the twenty five different ways he wanted to be fucked by this vampire, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he’s asking for it.
“You’re already thinking about it, come on, quit stalling. I could just step right over and do you before you can even blink, but since this is your home, I’m trying not to be rude. I won’t go in unless you invite me in, so, please? We both know you want me to.”
Nino thinks it’s unfair that this vampire could read him like an open book, but he guesses that’s something he could mull over some other time. Probably when he’s not shaking with excitement and arousal, as the vampire’s eyes surveyed him over like an expensive merchandise.
He licks his lips and steps aside. “Come on in, then.” he says, vaguely hearing the sound of the door swish as it slides shut, just a split second after he felt himself being pushed aside.
The next time he blinks, he’s backed against the wall, the towel covering his lower half has fallen to the floor and the vampire’s mouth is on his neck, licking the mostly healed punctures the same vampire had left behind weeks ago, before he is licking his bloodied chin and moaning.
“Dinner first,” the vampire says, working his lips from the cut on his chin to the throbbing veins on Nino’s neck, one hand on the curve of his hips and the other on his dick, squeezing him.
“Then dessert.” The vampire finishes, barely giving him a warning before he is sinking his fangs and making him groan in pleasure-pain, hands flying to the vampire’s waist to hold on to.
(December Drabble Fest 23)
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Note : Vampire Verse. No, not that one :D For the woman I shared the brain with XD
(December Drabble Fest 21)
He’s still in the bathroom, in the middle of shaving his stubbles off after showering, mind somehow drifting off to the memory of what could probably the best lay he’d ever had in his life, just a couple of weeks ago, smiling to himself.
On his neck, the evidence of said encounter is still visible, though the twin puncture marks left behind by the vampire who sucked his blood and fucked his ass are mostly healed. But that doesn’t mean he could ever forget the experience, because he knows he won’t, he can’t, probably not anytime soon.
Not when he can still feel the vampire’s hands leaving red imprints on his hips, the vampire’s lips and tongue alternating between sucking his neck and licking the wound his fangs left behind. He can still feel the way the vampire’s cock slipping in and out of his body, the way he’d been reduced into a quivering, puddle of mess as the vampire fucked him ruthlessly, almost relentlessly from behind.
“Oww, fuck!” he hisses, dropping his razor on the sink in haste watching blood trailing across his chin when he accidentally cuts himself. Great, just great, he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. He’s about to wash it away when the sound of his doorbell stops him, frowning at his reflection on the mirror for a second, contemplating whether to clean up or just leave it be, hearing his visitor insistently ringing the doorbell outside.
“Ah, fuck it.” He mutters to himself, turns to grab the towel he leaves there and wraps it around his waist before he steps out of the bathroom to check who’s at the door. When he gets there, he initially plans to check who was knocking through the peephole, but somehow hears his name being called from behind the door, and the answering shiver made him realize he knows exactly who is outside.
He opens the door before he even realized he’s doing it, gasping quietly for breath the second his gaze catches that familiar half-smile, feeling the way his insides clench deliciously at the memory of seeing that lazy smile directed at him from half-way across the crowded room.
“Ninomiya-san, hello,” the vampire greets, his tone honestly sounded like warm honey. Nino watches him shift forward a little, keeping one of his hands plastered against the wall next to the door of Nino’s apartment as he surveys Nino over.
“Uh, hi?” he greets back, stunned, also a little confused. “Um, how did you know I live here?” he asks the first thing that comes to mind, grateful that he didn’t end up saying something else.
The vampire shrugs, licking his lips. Nino watches the movement, feeling slightly detached from himself at the sight. He feels warm, though, and it is concentrated on the punctures on his neck, as if the wound knows exactly that the one that puts them there is here.
“Told you I’m gonna find you, right?” the vampire says, “That it would be easy, after I’ve tasted you.”
He blinks, hand reaching up to wipe at his bloodied chin when the vampire stops him.
“No, don’t,” the vampire says, his voice insistent. Nino raises his head and catches the vampire’s eyes - wide and pitch black - are on him, lips pursed as if he’s barely keeping himself from moving, enough to grab Nino from where he’s standing so the vampire could suck him dry.
“W-What -“
“You’re bleeding,” the vampire says, “don’t wipe it off.”
Nino blinks. “Oh,” he exclaims, absently reaching up to his bleeding chin, vaguely nodding his head in understanding. “You’re here for my blood, aren’t you?” he asks, feeling slightly stupid for pointing out the obvious.
The vampire smirks. “Amongst other things, yes,” the vampire says, shrugging. Nino thinks it’s totally unfair that despite the danger that comes along with a human’s association with a blood sucker, Nino doesn’t even feel the least bit frightened.
In fact, if he is going to be completely honest about it, he’s been looking forward to see this particular vampire again.
“Should I be worried?” he says, if only to cover up the way his body is reacting to the vampire’s obvious ruse to be let in.
The vampire shrugs. “Maybe,” is what he gets as an answer, but he can’t help but feel like he’s only being snared even more as his gaze darts down from the vampire’s face to the shameless dent the vampire’s dick makes in the front of his pants. “maybe not; you know I’m not going to hurt you.” The vampire says, grinning when he adds, “Well, maybe not so much. I heard that the first bite stings, but I’ll try to be careful, I promise.”
Nino knows he might regret this, that this time, the vampire might not just take enough and might end up killing him, but he guesses that’s just his scared human part talking. Besides, he’d had his way with the vampire before; he knows he could do it again.
Still, it doesn’t hurt to act like he’s got a better hold of himself now than he did the last time they met, or that he had it together even though he really, really don’t. He’s already imagining the twenty five different ways he wanted to be fucked by this vampire, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he’s asking for it.
“You’re already thinking about it, come on, quit stalling. I could just step right over and do you before you can even blink, but since this is your home, I’m trying not to be rude. I won’t go in unless you invite me in, so, please? We both know you want me to.”
Nino thinks it’s unfair that this vampire could read him like an open book, but he guesses that’s something he could mull over some other time. Probably when he’s not shaking with excitement and arousal, as the vampire’s eyes surveyed him over like an expensive merchandise.
He licks his lips and steps aside. “Come on in, then.” he says, vaguely hearing the sound of the door swish as it slides shut, just a split second after he felt himself being pushed aside.
The next time he blinks, he’s backed against the wall, the towel covering his lower half has fallen to the floor and the vampire’s mouth is on his neck, licking the mostly healed punctures the same vampire had left behind weeks ago, before he is licking his bloodied chin and moaning.
“Dinner first,” the vampire says, working his lips from the cut on his chin to the throbbing veins on Nino’s neck, one hand on the curve of his hips and the other on his dick, squeezing him.
“Then dessert.” The vampire finishes, barely giving him a warning before he is sinking his fangs and making him groan in pleasure-pain, hands flying to the vampire’s waist to hold on to.
(December Drabble Fest 23)