flakjsdfkfkj; khr xs vampire!AU idkwhatthisisomgsorry
KHR, XS, R, 655 words
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It was a cool evening, and the stench of blood was fresh in the air. Xanxus watched as Squalo drained his first victim-- his first since his Turning. The victim was a man renowned for his skills with the sword, a man named Tyr.
Squalo faced his Sire when the man called Tyr was drained of his blood and let him fall lifeless on the ground. He licked his lips, covered in Tyr's blood. It tasted delicious, addicting. The act of draining a man of his blood was euphoric, filled him with ecstasy.
"You've made a mess, you fucking trash," Xanxus said, growling. "You've wasted precious blood." True enough, Tyr's blood was on Squalo's white shirt, on the ground and on Tyr himself. Nevermind that Squalo was newly turned, Xanxus had taught him not to spill a single drop. He would have to be punished.
"Voooi, I did the best I could--"
"Shut up, trash," Xanxus cut Squalo's protests off, walking toward him, arms crossed and eyes glaring coldly at his Childe. "You. Are going to clean up your goddamn mess," Xanxus ordered. "On your knees. You can start with the dead man, idiot shark."
"I'm not--" Squalo was going to protest again, but the look in Xanxus' eyes stopped him. Gritting his teeth, he sank to his knees. He trailed his finger across a puddle of blood that settled on the hollow of Tyr's collar, lifted it to his lps and sucked on it.
"Use your tongue," came Xanxus' order. Squalo shot him a glare, but he knew better than to defy his Sire when he looked at you like that. "Yes, Sire," Squalo says through clenched teeth. He lowered himself down and lapped at the blood. Squalo drank until the blood was gone on Tyr's neck then moved to the bite wounds he had made when he drained the swordsman. He licked and cleaned the wounds of the blood.
Squalo had fed just moments ago, but the blood was just... Squalo closed his eyes and kept licking the blood of Tyr's dead body. He'd always been told that vampires did not gain pleasure from anything. How could they? They were essentially dead. The dead don't feel anything. So how come Squalo felt so high, so ecstatic, so turned on by the fact that he was drinking blood, lapping it off of some dead man's body?
Apparently, Xanxus was, as well. Blood, that's what kept Vampires living. They lusted for it, craved it like living men craved sex. Just the scent could make a vampire crazy, especially those who haven't fed in days.
"Squalo."
Xanxus knelt next to Squalo, placing his hand on his Childe's head. Squalo looke dup at him, eyes wide and glazed with the lust for blood. Xanxus closes his fist around Squalo's hair and lifts him up, mouth meeting mouth. He shoves his tongue inside Squalo's mouth, tasting the dead swordsman's blood mixed with Squalo's own distinct flavor. His Childe whimpers and holds on to Xanxus, shivering slightly.
"Xan...xus," Squalo gasped when his Sire broke their kiss. The lust was still there, except he wasn't quite sure if it was still bloodlust. His senses were heightened and his skin tingled all over. "Xanxus," he said, voice quivering and barely above a whisper. Squalo's arms found their way around Xanxus' neck, lips pressing on his Sire's once more. He bites his own lip and lets the blood flow, an offering for his Sire.
Xanxus sucks on Squalo's lower lip, licking at the wound and lapping up the blood from there. Xanxus' grabs more of Squalo's hair and yanks it, forcing Squalo's head back. Squalo's lips were still parted, the blood still flowing from his lower lip. Xanxus grinned, lips curling to one side, as he enjoyed the view. His Childe gave him an offering, and who was he to refuse?
Xanxus pressed his lips on Squalo's once more and takes everything, his blood, his body, his existence.
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Written while in the middle of a geekfest xD Vampire lore taken from White Wolf. Or, well, what I can remember from it xD
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It was a cool evening, and the stench of blood was fresh in the air. Xanxus watched as Squalo drained his first victim-- his first since his Turning. The victim was a man renowned for his skills with the sword, a man named Tyr.
Squalo faced his Sire when the man called Tyr was drained of his blood and let him fall lifeless on the ground. He licked his lips, covered in Tyr's blood. It tasted delicious, addicting. The act of draining a man of his blood was euphoric, filled him with ecstasy.
"You've made a mess, you fucking trash," Xanxus said, growling. "You've wasted precious blood." True enough, Tyr's blood was on Squalo's white shirt, on the ground and on Tyr himself. Nevermind that Squalo was newly turned, Xanxus had taught him not to spill a single drop. He would have to be punished.
"Voooi, I did the best I could--"
"Shut up, trash," Xanxus cut Squalo's protests off, walking toward him, arms crossed and eyes glaring coldly at his Childe. "You. Are going to clean up your goddamn mess," Xanxus ordered. "On your knees. You can start with the dead man, idiot shark."
"I'm not--" Squalo was going to protest again, but the look in Xanxus' eyes stopped him. Gritting his teeth, he sank to his knees. He trailed his finger across a puddle of blood that settled on the hollow of Tyr's collar, lifted it to his lps and sucked on it.
"Use your tongue," came Xanxus' order. Squalo shot him a glare, but he knew better than to defy his Sire when he looked at you like that. "Yes, Sire," Squalo says through clenched teeth. He lowered himself down and lapped at the blood. Squalo drank until the blood was gone on Tyr's neck then moved to the bite wounds he had made when he drained the swordsman. He licked and cleaned the wounds of the blood.
Squalo had fed just moments ago, but the blood was just... Squalo closed his eyes and kept licking the blood of Tyr's dead body. He'd always been told that vampires did not gain pleasure from anything. How could they? They were essentially dead. The dead don't feel anything. So how come Squalo felt so high, so ecstatic, so turned on by the fact that he was drinking blood, lapping it off of some dead man's body?
Apparently, Xanxus was, as well. Blood, that's what kept Vampires living. They lusted for it, craved it like living men craved sex. Just the scent could make a vampire crazy, especially those who haven't fed in days.
"Squalo."
Xanxus knelt next to Squalo, placing his hand on his Childe's head. Squalo looke dup at him, eyes wide and glazed with the lust for blood. Xanxus closes his fist around Squalo's hair and lifts him up, mouth meeting mouth. He shoves his tongue inside Squalo's mouth, tasting the dead swordsman's blood mixed with Squalo's own distinct flavor. His Childe whimpers and holds on to Xanxus, shivering slightly.
"Xan...xus," Squalo gasped when his Sire broke their kiss. The lust was still there, except he wasn't quite sure if it was still bloodlust. His senses were heightened and his skin tingled all over. "Xanxus," he said, voice quivering and barely above a whisper. Squalo's arms found their way around Xanxus' neck, lips pressing on his Sire's once more. He bites his own lip and lets the blood flow, an offering for his Sire.
Xanxus sucks on Squalo's lower lip, licking at the wound and lapping up the blood from there. Xanxus' grabs more of Squalo's hair and yanks it, forcing Squalo's head back. Squalo's lips were still parted, the blood still flowing from his lower lip. Xanxus grinned, lips curling to one side, as he enjoyed the view. His Childe gave him an offering, and who was he to refuse?
Xanxus pressed his lips on Squalo's once more and takes everything, his blood, his body, his existence.
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Written while in the middle of a geekfest xD Vampire lore taken from White Wolf. Or, well, what I can remember from it xD