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Geto Suguru’s life had always been about one thing imposed upon him after another, even at the prime age of thirty-two.
In the years before his coming-of-age, being an alpha and the only son of the Geto family, Suguru was burdened by expectations far exceeding his capabilities. By the time he noticed this, he’d already been molded into what his parents and society in general considered ‘good’ and ‘reliable’ and ‘filial’—those traits that somehow had become inseparable parts of himself. Pursuing monkhood was, in its own strange way, a form of rebellion for Suguru. A decision he made in his early teen years after reaching a state of physiological development where his alpha instinct began to rear its ugly head. It was a solution to learn to keep this animalistic tendency in check, to retain a sense of selfhood that denied the part of him that wasn’t human.
But even that ounce of control he had in his life seemed to be tugged from under his feet. So that he slipped, yet again, into the hands of older clan members who believed themselves to be right at all times.
One day he was called in urgently to meet Benio-sama, the current head clan. Once there, without much preamble, Benio-sama asked whether he was aware of the situation about the clan at present and whether he knew that they were in contact with the vampire clan in the east. It was good news, Benio-sama continued not waiting for his reply, because the vampires had agreed to support the clan providing that they sent someone to enter into a marriage with Gojo Satoru, one of the members of the council. Benio-sama said he was not privy of the vampire clan’s affairs, but they seemed to want to put some restraint on this Gojo Satoru.
The head of the clan then stated the three requirements from Gojo Satoru as his part of agreement of the political marriage for the purpose of alliance between the Tokyo Eastside Vampire Clan and the Tokyo Westside Werewolf Clan. The groom to be married off to him must meet the following conditions:
- A virgin male alpha of an age above thirty year-old
- Someone of AB blood type
- Someone who know how to bake cakes and cookies
Despite how ridiculous these requirements were when taken into consideration together, the reason why Geto Suguru was summoned that day had become clear. He had just turned thirty-two a month ago. He was a monk and had spent the entirety of his youth in training to be one, and therefore had never experienced physical intimacy even before he swore his life to celibacy. His blood type was AB positive. He knew how to bake cakes and cookies because he helped in the kitchen whenever he had time—his family’s bakery was the family’s primary source of income. Geto Suguru, surprisingly, managed to meet all the conditions laid out by Gojo Satoru.
So of course, he’d be the best choice. The only choice. Naturally.
Except there was nothing natural about this.
Arranged marriage was an outdated tradition that Suguru thought had died out in this contemporary time. At one point, it was as common as your everyday occurrence, but the reasons for that were the lack of proper access to socializing between alphas and omegas, and the need to increase the number of pack members for survivability. Sometimes the pairs fell in love, sometimes they didn’t. Arranged marriage served some purposes once upon a time, although Suguru couldn’t admit he agreed with it. But arranged political marriage was worse, because it served a bigger impersonal purpose. It was a marriage on paper; a contract formality that should not be seen as anything more than an agreement that benefits the two parties involved. Something more calculative and deceptive in nature. Him and his future partner were reduced to objects in the trade, and love became a tainted concept in their mind. It went against the very foundation of marriage.
And worst of all, Suguru had to break his chastity vow. The beastly half in him that he’d tamed over the years would be roused from its sleep and reigned free.
The head pack told him that monkhood was a near impossible pursuit to begin with and went against their very nature as werewolves. He convinced Suguru that he should be doing this instead for the pride and the well-being of their clan. The threats from the hostile savages in Tokyo Northside were looming, and having the protection from the Eastside Vampire Clan would ease their worries. The alpha had to wonder why one man like him had to shoulder the weight of hundreds. In the eyes of his clan members, was his life worth so much or worth so little?
After reluctantly agreeing to the arranged political marriage, Suguru left the place to return to a few free weeks he had remaining in the monastery. He thought of the vampire whose face he’d never seen. And he couldn’t help but think of Gojo Satoru as a despicable man. Regardless of the fact that Gojo Satoru was put into this same situation against his will and was probably cursing Suguru too. At least the vampire didn’t get the shorter end of the stick, with his words holding more power in the agreement.
“Fuck,” Suguru mumbled to himself.
Oh, that felt good. He might as well get more used to cursing now that his monkhood was quite literally over.
***
The wedding had to be the grandest and the most expensive celebration of the century.
They really made the marriage into such a big deal. Although to be fair, Suguru could see why, all with it being the very first union between a werewolf and a vampire.
Suguru had half a mind to insist that the wedding was to be held at the monastery as a show of protest, but realized doing that would only betray his real feeling and gave a reason for others to pity him. Not to mention, quite childish too. So, he let his family and older clan members plan for the wedding ceremony and reception as they pleased. A better use of their time, if Suguru was being honest about it.
In the end, they decided on a fuse of Japanese tradition and the Western influence. The marriage vow was to take place at a shinto shrine, and the celebration afterward was to be carried out at an open hall of a beach resort.
An open hall of a beach resort , Suguru thought, amused. Perhaps they wanted to burn down his vampire mate from existence and made him a widower the very next hour after taking their marriage vow. That, only if the sun was hot enough—spring was not particularly known to have harsh weather. Plus, vampires had evolved and grown some immunity toward heat, although Suguru couldn’t imagine prolonged exposure to sunlight being something pleasant for them.
Besides the rather poor choice, they really went all out for the wedding. Part of the reason was also, maybe, because there would be only one wedding. Werewolves considered marriage tradition a sanctity, whereas vampires didn’t even have any kind of marriage-related tradition. There were unsavory sayings spoken in whispers about the vampires in the werewolf community—that the vampires were wanton and cold-blooded (literally and metaphorically) sluts. Marriage was unimportant and may even be seen as ridiculous. Sex, the union between the bodies, was more important and seen as sacred.
Frankly, Suguru thought both marriage and sex were shit. Marriage was for people who were insecure and wanted to tie down their partner to them. Sex was for people who were lonely and shallow and unhappy, seeking a connection beyond what their small hearts could possibly contain.
At this point in time, Suguru had come to accept his fate with a somewhat of an open heart. Not in a sad I-can’t-do-anything-about-this-so-I-wallow-in-self-pity, but in a hopeful I-can’t-do-anything-about-this-so-I-might-as-well-make-the-best-of-it. Truthfully, having been living a sanitized lifestyle, Suguru had not had the chance to entertain the idea of marrying someone. But once he was forced into this situation where he had to consider it, he came to a conclusion that perhaps it could work.
After all, this arrangement had allowed him an indisputable freedom to be outside of his community. Although he had plenty of good memories in this place, the bad outweighed the good. But by tomorrow, he’d left all of these behind and be given a new life away from everything he was familiar with. A fresh start. They said Gojo Satoru’s manor was deep in the mountain. Suguru loved the mountain—it was cooler and quiet and closer to nature. A good place to meditate. Even though they were forced into this arranged political marriage and bound to have some bitterness about it, they could build a harmonious relationship. They didn’t need to fall in love with each other—they could be friends or close companions. Gojo Satoru couldn’t be that bad, right?
“Have you done your homework?” Suguru’s mother, a woman in her late fifties, asked as she tidied the fold of his haori and montsuki for the nth time. In his opinion, from what he could see in the full-bodied mirror, he already looked great. His outfit had not a wrinkle anywhere, his long hair styled into a neat bun, with light make-up that was just enough to bring out the color in his face. So, he didn’t know what his mother was fretting about.
Suguru rolled his eyes at his mother’s question. “Mom, you’ve been pestering me about that since last week.”
“Of course! Do you even know how to properly mark your mate, or what to do once you pop your knot?”
“Mom!” he exclaimed, feeling scandalized by the casual way his mother was approaching this conversation.
It was the morning of his wedding, and he was an hour away from having to seal the marriage vow with his future vampire mate. Why did she think now was a good time to talk about it?
She patted his chest and moved away to see him. Her stern gaze found his eyes. Where there used to be intensity was now replaced with something softer, betraying her old age weariness. “I’m just worried. You’ve been removed from your alpha instinct after you became a monk. If you don’t know what to do, tell me now so I can help, okay? Your mate could get seriously hurt.”
“Do we really need to have sex in the first place? I mean this is not like a real marriage.”
His mother slapped his bum like he was five instead of a man in his thirties, and it even still hurt the same. “What nonsense! It is a real marriage. And of course you need to have sex. Our tradition requires us to form a mating bond with our life partner, which you establish when you consummate the marriage! You have to respect it. I’m pretty sure the vampires have something similar, about their mating ritual. Make sure you accommodate your husband’s needs.”
Suguru sighed and faced his mother, trying to reassure her. “Mom, you don’t have to worry. I did my homework, so I know the basics.”
It had been more than a decade since the last time his mother showed him any forms of physical affection, but she had hugged him tightly and gently told him, “I wish you happiness, Suguru. Remember that happiness is something we create, not given to us—you’ll be fine as long as you remember. Do come visit me once in a while, okay?”
He said yes, although he couldn’t promise that.
***
For the very first time, Suguru saw Gojo Satoru when they were to take their marriage vow at the shinto shrine that morning.
As they were seated facing the priest, who would be performing the purification ceremony, he stole a glance at the vampire beside him. Although the upper part of his face was covered with a veil that matched his black wedding robe to give some protection from the sunlight, Suguru could make out just a shy view of what his face could have looked like.
Vampires were known to be a beautiful species. This one seated beside him in particular, was no exception. His skin was the palest shade Suguru had ever seen on anyone and was unblemished, like snow. His lips were pink and glossy. His cheeks were a light shade of red—either from the heat or make-up—Suguru couldn’t tell. His jawline was pronounced, but also made softer by the slight fat in his cheeks.
The priest chanted a prayer for their union, and as Suguru was still ruminating this sudden leap of his marital status, the wedding ceremony had ended.
What happened after was fast, almost a blur, as he was led to the next venue for their wedding reception. He didn’t have a chance to talk, or even see the face of his newly-wed husband.
It was around an hour later, during the lunch reception, that he finally saw Gojo again. The alpha had changed into a new attire; a stuffy black suit with matching pants that his mother had scolded him for (because it looked like mourning clothes). Whereas the vampire had changed into a more casual but classy attire; a black slack paired with a salmon pink satin shirt. Gojo didn’t need to try; he stood out like a water lily in a sea of useless weeds, and the alpha’s eyes were immediately drawn to him.
The vampire was standing under the shade among a small group of his close peers that he brought with him. A party of four including Gojo himself. It was truly strange to think how vastly different vampires were to werewolves. Unlike werewolves that built a well-grounded and close-knitted community, vampires were elusive and independent non-traditionalists. Most of them led an isolated lifestyle, although some form of structure still existed in their social and political hierarchy. Suguru had always had a theory that they were strong and feared by many for those very reasons.
Without the veil covering his face, Gojo’s beauty was on full display. White silvery hair that just appeared so soft and wispy. Round crystal blue eyes that were framed by long fine lashes; they shone even brighter when they were caught under the mild spring sunlight. Closer, he appeared even more ethereal.
Closer? Oh shit, Suguru cursed when he realized Gojo was approaching him.
“You already knew but since this is the first time we’re talking to each other—the name is Gojo Satoru,” he greeted.
“Geto Suguru,” the alpha replied simply, flashing Gojo a charming smile that he often gave to customers in the bakery, then added, “You’re beautiful.”
“I know, thanks. You are more handsome and younger than I thought.”
What came out of the other’s mouth was not really unexpected. Suguru had been told by many different people in his community that he was attractive (which had led to such a big havoc when he officially announced his monkhood when he was eighteen). But a stupid part of his brain clung to the fact that Gojo found him desirable, and the knowledge was too much for him to bear, so he zeroed out instead to his surroundings to appease the swelling of his own pride.
He realized then. That people were talking about them. That people were watching them. Well, not so much him but Gojo Satoru. Vampires were known as a closed off species, rarely ever graced the common world of their presence. Although their beauty was talked about a lot, not many had witnessed it in person. Even then, Suguru would presume that Gojo was miles above from the rest of other vampires. Once this realization started taking root, Suguru found himself feeling… hot and bothered and distracted. Equal part nervous and equal part prideful.
“Eyes on me, alpha,” the vampire commanded when he strayed from their conversation. The alpha in Suguru preened at the call for attention from the beautiful man who was now his legal husband. Oh, it certainly was easy to drown himself in those pools of azure blue.
Suddenly, all the strong oppositions he had had about the marriage felt silly.
The vampire placed Suguru’s hands on his own hips, and the werewolf instinctively curled his fingers around him. “Good. You know the drill, they want a show. Now, kiss me.”
“Sure it’s not you who want to kiss?” teased Suguru, surprised that he even managed to utter such words with how fast his heart was thumping in his chest.
“Oh, I do want a kiss. Does that change anything?”
He shook his head and smiled, enraptured by the way Gojo carried himself with such confidence and charm. “No. I like a man who knows what he wants.”
Moving one hand to cup Gojo’s cheek, he adored the way the other man closed his eyes momentarily upon his touch, before he slowly brought his face close to seal their very first kiss. A sweet kiss that simply declared to others of their union. Gojo’s lips tasted like the fruit punch they served at the reception, and they felt pillowy soft like marshmallows against Suguru’s own lips. And this near, Suguru could smell something sweet and rich on Gojo. Like melted chocolate and cinnamon and cardamom. His scent was nothing like an omega—it didn’t irk him or err the alpha in him. There was a calmness to the storm that’d been brewing in his heart since the day the marriage was announced to him, that now gave into a sharpened clarity.
Gojo Satoru was not an omega or a fated mate, but he was perfect.
They may have just met and married for political arrangements, but Suguru felt less dreadful and more hopeful of their future together.
***
They reached the Gojo manor by noon the next day, married from a legal standpoint but not yet married according to the werewolves and the vampires traditions.
Usually, werewolves marriage would involve a mating ritual the very same night the wedding was held. But Gojo had been adamant to delay it for the time being, even going against the werewolves elders who informed him that his body had to be checked by a shaman as a proof that the marriage had been consummated. In the end, they gave in when Gojo raised the issue of how they were disrespecting the vampires’ code of conduct. Apparently, vampires’ mating ritual had to be carried out in the comfort of their own space and required some delicate handling of blood exchange or blood pact, whatever it was called.
The wedding celebration had been in full swing until late at night, but both grooms had retired in the evening. So they woke up fresh and ready to leave early in the morning. Gojo had stayed the night as a courtesy to the werewolves clan. But all of his friends had left first, so there were only the two of them on the way to Gojo’s manor located in Eastside Tokyo.
For now, they both managed to put off the topic of mating ritual altogether.
The Gojo manor was indeed in the mountains, surrounded by lakes and woodlands. It was a massive structure, the kind of building that would make one’s voice echo between the walls and one’s vision to begin seeing shadows in unsuspected corners. There was a garden with a water fountain, and although the garden appeared to be well-tended, it certainly was too picture-perfect and pristine for it to have meant anything. It was a lovely and lonely manor, Suguru concluded.
The inside of the manor was a bit more lively and felt lived in than he’d expected. Suguru took in the new surroundings, navigating his own way as Gojo had gone further into the kitchen to get something. The walls were a cool gray hue, and it matched the low temperature of the house. The beige sofa set in the living room was positioned facing the fireplace and was very luxurious; it dipped upon his weight and settled him so comfortably he could definitely fall asleep there. There were clutters of books and magazines on the table in the living room, and some miniscule items like earbuds, playcards, a bottle of essential oil, an empty bag of blood, and sweet wrappers.
There were framed photos lined on the fireplace mantel. Suguru went to pick up the first of the five frames. It was a very old photo; most of the details were compromised by its low quality and its black and white shades. But it was clear that there were two people in the photo—a middle-aged man in a yukata and a very tall and beautiful woman in a kimono. The woman seemed to be a maiko or a geisha, judging from the flower-patterned hikizuri kimono and the make-up and the headpiece she was wearing.
It took Suguru a long while to realize that he was staring at Gojo Satoru himself. Herself?
“This is you,” he breathed out in awe, when he felt Gojo coming back from the kitchen to stand beside him. Suguru couldn’t help but to look at the vampire who was sucking on a bag of blood and then at the woman in the photo again, trying to discern how someone could change so much. Despite the uncanny similarities, the Gojo Satoru in front of him that he married was undoubtedly a different person. Less delicate-looking and more confident in his skin. A bigger presence brimming with light.
Gojo sat on the sofa, one hand still holding the blood bag while the other spread out on top of the backrest. “I was a pretty woman, wasn’t I? The man next to me is Hanazawa-sensei. He was a good man; he taught me how to read and write and count. All the basics. Too bad he died early.”
“So, this woman really was you.”
“Uh-huh. Spent my short human lifespan as a woman, and became a man once I was turned. Then, a woman again as feeding was easier because men are fools. Now, a man again, and has been one for the past fifty years or so. Although the longer I live the less it matters what gender I embody or present myself as. A man or a woman or neither. A he or a she or a they. You decide whatever you want to think of me. Gender is mostly only an obsession for the mortals,” he continued as Suguru browsed through the framed photos. They were all of Gojo Satoru from different eras, sometimes alone and sometimes with companions. In a furisode kimono, in a suit, in a summer dress, in a yukata.
Personally, Suguru thought he looked the best now than in any of the photos.
“How old are you?” Suguru finally asked.
Gojo laughed, head thrown back in delight. He winked at Suguru and said, “That’s a secret. But you could guess, right? I know you’re thirty-two, though. And that you’re a monk. Aren’t monks like you celibate?”
“I do,” Suguru stopped short. “I did . They had me break my chastity vow for our marriage.”
“What animal…” the vampire muttered mostly to himself, glowering at nothing in particular.
At that remark, Suguru startled himself when he reacted with something like a snort that bubbled slowly into a laugh. “I mean, we’re animals. Part -animal, I guess. Werewolves.”
“Shit, you’re right.” Gojo sniggered, ruffling his hair as he relaxed more into the sofa. From the way his eyes were dropping, Suguru surmised that he must be tired and sleepy.
Suguru joined him on the sofa after he was finished looking at the pictures. He felt compelled to look at Gojo, to trace the time and history buried in the creases of his brows and in the flesh of his youthful cheeks. Well, he would have a lot of time for that, wouldn’t he?
“You should rest. In the meantime, I’ll bake something for you, if you want?” Suguru offered.
“Oh, that’s really sweet of you. Make me something with the ingredients you can find in the kitchen. And make it very sweet.”
***
As Suguru busied himself in the kitchen that afternoon, Gojo was knocked out cold on the sofa. No doubt that his usual sleeping schedule had been disrupted because of the wedding—what with him being a nocturnal creature and all. Perhaps he was worrying too much, but Suguru wondered how they would fare with their vastly different nature and lifestyle.
The batch of chocolate cookies he decided to bake for Gojo turned out well. One could never go wrong with chocolate cookies; it was among the easiest cookies to make and it was generally well-liked. Although he’d put in a lot of chocolate chips in the cookies, Suguru still coated the top with a layer of sugar icing as a finishing touch. They turned out sweeter than he would have liked, but Gojo could certainly appreciate them.
In the evening after Suguru had taken a shower and was about to store away the cookies, Gojo showed up looking refreshed after having taken a good sleep. He settled into a chair by the bar counter as he took a piece of the chocolate cookie and bit into it. He finished quickly before he grabbed another piece, and Suguru took that as a sign that he liked it.
“So…” Suguru began carefully as he watched Gojo gingerly pick up another piece of chocolate cookie. That was already his fifth piece in one sitting. “Are we going to have sex soon? Like, tonight?”
At Gojo’s raised eyebrows, Suguru explained. “I need to prepare myself if that’s what we’re gonna do.”
“Can’t wait to pop your cherry, handsome?” Gojo grinned at him smugly. The vampire took a small sip of the cold milk that he served in a tall wine glass, seemingly unaware of the turmoil Suguru was going through.
“Relax, I haven’t done it in a while either. Of course, I want to get fucked so hard until I pass out, but if you’re not ready then I can wait for a bit. I’m not an animal like you werewolves .”
Suguru should be offended, maybe, but for some reason he found that incredibly funny. He really should be getting a better sense of humor because he’d been laughing at Gojo’s terrible jokes like they were the best things anyone had ever told him.
Get a fucking grip, Suguru.
“Before that, I think we should lay out some groundwork. Stuff that’s expected when mating for our species,” he stated.
Gojo considered. His eyes skimmed over the alpha as if trying to get a read on Suguru.
“I know about the werewolf mating ritual. You need to bite me to make a mating bond, right? You can bite me; I like being bitten. Will feel even better if you bite me hard enough to bleed. Also, knotting? Fuck yeah, that’s really hot. I want you to knot me. Is your dick big?”
At the question, Suguru felt himself flushed but still he replied, “It’s quite big, I think.”
Gojo leaned against the counter top, legs crossed and eyes unashamedly staring at his crotch as if he could see Suguru’s dick through his sweatpants. Perhaps he magically did, because Gojo nodded his head and hummed in approval.
“What I need to know is how it works for vampires. I heard sex is a sacred thing,” said Suguru.
The corner of Gojo’s lips lifted. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
Suguru frowned. “I’m thirty-two. Hardly a boy.”
“And I’m a few hundred years old. Hardly an old man.”
Suguru burst out laughing, again . What the actual fuck was wrong with him. But Gojo seemed pleased at his laughing, if his beautiful sunlit smile was any indicator. Goddamn, Suguru would laugh at all of his stupid jokes if that was what he got in return.
The vampire started, somewhat seriously, “Well, sex in itself is not sacred. But the act of sucking blood before, during, or after sex with an intent makes it a sacred ritual. A binding vow through blood pact, which is similar to your concept of mating bond. So for us vampires it’s more than just the union of the bodies—it’s also about the merging of the souls.”
“So I’ll give you my blood during the deed, and it’s done?”
“Pretty simple, right? Just like your mating bond.”
Simple indeed, if Suguru disregarded the emotional high that came with making a mating bond with someone. He’d heard stories about how vulnerable and yet fulfilling it could make one feel, but the alpha doubted it would be affecting him to such an extent. Suguru had a good control of things in life—his self, his emotions, his desires, and everything he deemed unnecessary or unpleasant to deal with. It would be simple and he would be fine.
He wondered if vampires would experience a similar emotional high with establishing a blood pact. Or even some other side effects.
“We can hold off the mating ritual, but I could really use a kiss right now,” said Gojo imploringly, pouting his sticky sugar-coated lips.
When they kissed this time, Gojo tasted like chocolate and sugar and milk. There was no one watching them.
***
It had been an agonizing five days full of Gojo Satoru since.
When he said he’d wait, he didn’t exactly say he’d give Suguru the easiest time. Every night—during the time in which Suguru was about to retire to his room and Gojo had just woken up—the vampire would stride out of his room with the most irresistible bedroom hair, dressing in a pair of skimpy shorts or a fancy see-through nightgown. He would be squinting and frowning cutely before he would sprawl on top of Suguru who was watching the television or reading a book, cuddly and still soft with sleep. Indulging him, the alpha would run his fingers through the strands of pale hair until Gojo was more awake.
Every time, he couldn’t decide whether the whole thing felt more sensual or domestic. But Suguru learned one thing—that cuddling was great and Gojo’s body was colder after he’d just woken up from sleep.
At other times, Gojo would randomly sit in his laps in the middle of a conversation, shamelessly asking for kisses. His crotch would brush against Suguru’s thigh, sometimes pressed hard enough for Suguru to feel the outline of his sex. He would get a bit handsy, fumbling to touch Suguru anywhere—his chest, his arms, his hair, his ears, his stomach—but never his dick. He would kiss with his tongue inside Suguru’s mouth, with his fangs grazing lightly against Suguru’s tongue, and with his body sticking as close to Suguru as he could. Until Suguru was sporting a boner and the vampire would suddenly pull away, peck him at the corner of his lips, and get off him with a knowing smirk.
The bastard.
Every time, the desire to push him down and do to him as Suguru pleased became stronger and harder to deny. Suguru learned that perhaps he wasn’t as desensitized to sexual desire and didn’t have as much self-control as he’d assumed.
It was alarming how being around Gojo undid everything there was he’d learned and knew about himself.
Other than physical contact, the routine they had wordlessly established over the past few days involved learning and getting used to each other’s natural tendencies, as well as reaching a common ground that allowed their marriage to somewhat work. Like how despite being a nocturnal creature, the vampire had made an effort to be around as much as he could during the day. Likewise, the werewolf stayed up later than he usually did to coincide with Gojo’s waking hour—which honestly wasn’t much of an issue considering his species could stay active at night (once upon a time for night hunting). In the morning, they would have breakfast together, courtesy to Suguru who planned their dietary intake and cooked for them. This was the only time Suguru ever saw Gojo eat something other than sweets and blood. They both knew that Gojo eating human food made no difference in any way as they had no nutritional value for vampires, but this act of sitting at the dining table and being in each other’s company had become something .
A small insignificant thing, maybe, but it carried a promise neither of them needed to voice.
***
Then, it wasn’t a surprise that Suguru found himself in such a compromising position not a week since they started living together.
At present, Gojo was straddling his laps, mouth latching at his neck and fangs deep in his flesh.
Fresh blood was nicer than the blood he had in the freezer, he told Suguru once. But when Suguru offered him his own blood, Gojo refused to drink from him, telling him he’d waited until they had completed their respective mating rituals before he could feed from Suguru regularly. Which meant this was the first time Suguru had his blood drawn, as they were in the process to consummate their marriage and seal their bonds as each other’s mate.
Suguru had imagined how it would feel to have his blood sucked out of him. He wasn’t far off his mark—it was painful and intensely uncomfortable. Gojo appeared to be having a good time though, judging from the way he hummed and clutched Suguru like he was a piece of meat—which he probably was.
The vampire cleaned his wound after he let go and then licked the trace of blood from his lips. His whole body felt considerably warmer against Suguru. “Don’t faint. You have a job to do. Fucking me stupid.”
Suguru rolled his eyes, gripping the other’s spread thighs around him tighter. “Oh don’t be cheeky. You can have more and I’ll still fuck you stupid.”
“Really? Then, I’ll hold on to that promise.” He rested his head on Suguru’s shoulder, long eyelashes fluttering as he stared up at him. Gojo’s cheeks were flushed when he gave the alpha a smile, as if the blood he’d drawn from the alpha went up to his face more than anywhere else.
God, how could someone be so cute, thought Suguru.
They kissed languidly after, finding a rhythm through slow deliberate movements of their tongues and mouths. Like this, their kisses gradually grew more passionate and desperate, reflecting a sense of urgency in their needs and hunger for each other. Gojo’s hands fumbled with his clothes, one sneaking underneath his shirt to touch his abs and another playfully tugging at the waistband of his pants. Soon, their clothes were off—Suguru stripped completely naked, while Gojo was left only in his panty.
Suguru would certainly appreciate the boyish curve of the vampire’s body, if he wasn’t distracted by the fact that his dick was out in the open and being stared at by Gojo.
Who had his mouth hung upon seeing the semi-hard manhood between Suguru’s legs, sounding amazed and thrilled when he uttered, “This. This is quite big, you said?”
Suguru hissed when the vampire’s surprisingly warm fingers gingerly wrapped around it. The sheer size of his dick almost made Gojo’s fingers appear dainty. Without preamble he skillfully stroked it, putting the right amount of pressure near the tip and along his shaft, urging it to full hardness. Which admittedly, didn’t take a lot, as the length began to fill up into a proper erection, standing proud in Gojo’s palm. The friction was amazing—Gojo’s hand was soft and sure and just felt so good wrapped around him.
“Gojo,” he panted, already a bit frazzled as a result of his nerves and excitement mixing together.
“Now don’t be so cold. Call me Satoru, husband ,” the vampire whined into his ear; voice a tad husky and lower than he was used to.
God, he could come right this moment.
“Sato—” his word was cut off as Gojo— Satoru —immediately went back to giving his attention to Suguru’s dick. This time not with his hand but with his mouth.
What a difficult task it was to be holding himself back. He’d masturbated a handful of times when he was younger and had less self control. But once he entered the chastity vow that came with monkhood, he managed to abstain and remain pure. Suguru couldn’t remember how he dealt with that as a hormonal young adult, but the urge slowly dwindled down the older and the more experienced he got. It all came down to the practice of self-control, even during the rut period that happened twice a year for an alpha like him.
It had been literal years since the last time he actually rubbed one out, discounting those times he had wet dreams.
So needless to say, having Satoru’s hot tongue and mouth and spit all over his dick and balls was very bad. He felt pushed to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm and he didn’t want that. Not yet. It’d be embarrassing if he came this early when the night was still so young. But Satoru was insistent. No matter how much Suguru pulled at his hair or pushed him away, his grip on Suguru was tight.
When he looked down trying to tell Satoru that he should slow down, and Satoru looked up at him with those wide blue eyes and his soft pink lips wrapped around Suguru’s cock, something in the alpha’s brain snapped. His hips bucked involuntarily, fucking it deeper till it hit the back of Satoru’s throat, and then he came. Hard.
The vampire choked around his cock, unable to do anything as the alpha had grabbed the back of his head in the throes of pleasure. Thankfully, alphas only popped a knot during rut, or mating ritual, or during the highest state of mental and physical pleasure.
“Sorry…” he mumbled, and moaned as he pulled Satoru off from his cock. Satoru coughed. His eyes watered. Yet he opened his mouth to show Suguru the cum pooling on his tongue, grinning at him as he made a show of swallowing it.
“That’s fine. That was your first nut in like what, forever?” Satoru laughed hoarsely and stumbled to sprawl on the bed, watching him keenly with a pair of dark eyes.
Suguru felt his throat bobbing. Despite his initial embarrassment, he was able to recompose himself rather quickly. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, you can. Surprise me, husband.” Satoru gave him a loop-sided smile and spread his arms out in an inviting gesture.
Pushing aside whatever voices in his mind, Suguru reached out to the pale and hairless legs, appreciating the way they fit perfectly in his palms. His build was certainly among one of the things Suguru liked about him: it made the contrast between them more palpable—Suguru shorter but wider and generally bigger, Satoru taller but leaner and generally smaller.
Suguru began from the top, mapping the entirety of Satoru’s upper body with his touch. Then he took his sweet time leaving a trail of kisses and little bite marks along the expense of Satoru’s inner thighs. He was quite sensitive there, Suguru observed. Satoru relaxed into the bedsheet as Suguru’s face drew closer to his still clothed sex. This near, there was a scent of arousal coming from him, faintly sweet and musky. Suguru pulled the panty aside just enough to give him a shy view of the vampire’s sex. He asked Satoru to lift up his hips a bit so he could take off the panty. Once it was off, Suguru could finally see his pussy—gentle pink and slightly damp and prettier than he could have imagined.
The tips of Suguru’s fingers were cool due to nervousness, but the inside of his mouth was salivating with anticipation. He recalled the diagram on anatomy that he’d seen in the biology class during highschool, combined with what knowledge he’d managed to scour just before they got married including his own mother’s unsolicited sex ed lesson. Suguru did have a clear idea how this was supposed to work, and he was determined to make Satoru feel good despite his lack of practical experience.
His jaw slackened as he parted his lips on the sex, hyper-aware of the foreign sensation. It was warm and smooth and already slicked, definitely unlike the stories he heard about vampires being cold inside and out. He moved methodically, collecting the copious slick with the tip of his tongue and easing his way along the ridges of Satoru’s pussy lips to the protruding bud at the top. Not inside, but enough to suck him and taste him. Suguru built up his pace, carefully repeating the motions as he explored all parts of Satoru.
Perhaps he did the right thing because Satoru gasped his name after a while, uttering praises and encouragement for him to do it more , or for him to do it faster and harder . Suguru tried his best to accommodate, but it became increasingly difficult with Satoru pushing down onto him without regard. Although to be honest, being suffocated to death by his newly acquired husband’s pussy didn’t seem like a bad way to go.
God, how quickly he strayed from the teaching he’d been indoctrinated with and practiced for more than a decade. Two weeks ago he wouldn’t have found the idea of touching his own dick or anyone’s pussy that appealing, let alone thinking of such a lewd thought like dying because of a pussy.
Satoru whimpered when he dipped his tongue into the slight opening, pushing into him like Suguru was uncovering his deepest secret. The heady smell and taste of Satoru filled his senses, gravitating all his attention to the silky hotness surrounding him. He sucked and tongue-fucked Satoru with more vigor, sensing what made him feel good from the pleased sounds he let out.
Before coming on his tongue, he could feel Satoru’s orgasm building up. From the way his thighs started trembling. From the way his moans became louder and sweeter and more desperate. From the way one of his hands that’d been twisting the bedsheet reached out to tangle in Suguru’s hair. From the way his cunt expelled even more slick and wetted Suguru’s face. Then he froze just for a moment before he shuddered violently, riding the high of it by rubbing his sex all over Suguru’s tongue and even his nose.
As the vampire was catching his breath, Suguru thumbed at the quivering opening curiously, watching with great fascination at the way Satoru jerked slightly at his touch, knowing that if he pushed in he’d meet with a little resistance but would slide right inside his vagina.
How does it feel to be inside him? Is he tight? How many fingers can he take? Is my dick going to fit? It seems so small… All of these thoughts raced through his mind, and as much as Suguru wanted to do as he pleased with Satoru, he still had some reservation left.
His inexperience was one thing, but Satoru being experienced meant he had a high standard when it came to sex. As far as he knew, vampires were selfish and insatiable creatures when it came to sex. Werewolves were pretty much the same, although they were specifically designed for procreation, unlike vampires. Instinct played a big role when it came to the werewolf mating ritual, meaning that the alpha in him should know what to do and what not to do accordingly based on his partner’s reaction. On the flip side, it was easy for Suguru to lose control of the alpha in him, clouding the rational part of him that was human.
He felt the two sides of him fighting for dominance. The side that wanted to rely on instinct and the side that wanted to rely on reason.
He thought of neither when he sunk two of his fingers into Satoru’s opening, watching intently as the wet pussy lips unfurled around the digits.
“Ah, Suguruuu,” whined Gojo, still somewhat sensitive. He held onto Suguru’s wrist where he worked them between his legs, but other than that, did nothing more to stop the alpha.
Taking one of Gojo’s legs to hook on his shoulder, the alpha focused on the tight heat wrapping around his finger—on the feeling of the cunt convulsing, clenching and unclenching at the intrusion. The cum from earlier helped the slide considerably, and Suguru discovered it took little for the vampire to become aroused again. Soon enough, Satoru had three fingers inside him and was leaking into the sheet. Nothing else but the obscene shlick sound his pussy made filled the room. Satoru was silent now, but his mouth was perpetually hanging open and his eyes were unseeing in pleasure.
The alpha in Suguru, the animal in him, rejoiced at this—knowing it was responsible for making Satoru feel good. It made itself known; a ripple that resonated louder the more Suguru wanted to ignore it. The heat from deep in his stomach creeped up to his chest, spreading and lighting up a fire along the way.
Without warning, Suguru thrusted as deep as he could, until the heel of his palm was pressing down against Satoru’s sensitive clit, then he curled his fingers upward. That forced a surprised wail out of Satoru. The heel of his foot thumped and dug against Suguru’s wide back. But Suguru was not fazed; his strong arms held Satoru down and kept Satoru in place.
“Here?” asked Suguru, rubbing circles on a spongy texture inside him as if to make his point.
The debauched sounds Satoru made alone were enough to coax his cock into full hardness again. In theory Suguru knew, but it was still perplexing to witness how Satoru became wetter and wetter the harder he fucked into his cunt and the more insistently he kneaded his clit.
“Ahh, yes yes! F-fuck, close. ‘M so close.” Satoru cried out, struggling to keep his mouth shut.
“Cum, Satoru. Cum for me.”
Gojo Satoru was breathtaking when he came; his back arched off the bed and his head was thrown so far back to expose the pale column of his neck. His orgasms came in waves, blending into each other in quick succession. Suguru kept working his fingers tirelessly to prolong Satoru’s release, wanting to push him to the brink of overstimulation. Clear fluid kept rushing out of Satoru’s cunt in short spurts; the watery spent streamed down Suguru’s hand and onto his wrist, saturating the bed sheet underneath. Satoru gasped and moaned and twitched through it all.
“What was that?” Suguru inquired, half curious and half in awe. Satoru didn’t answer him, his head undoubtedly in the clouds. But whatever that was, it definitely felt good for Satoru—judging from the way his hips were still shaking so hard even after Suguru wrung him dry.
“Nghh, stop. Too much,” Satoru mumbled, slapping his hand away.
Suguru took a long look at the vampire still spread out before him, and was pleased at how much of a mess he made out of him using his tongue and fingers alone. Satoru’s cheeks were dusted pink, and the color spread down to his chest. A thin layer of perspiration covered his hairline and forehead. His pretty pussy was soaked, now a darker shade of pink from the attention it received.
“Where’s your spunk, huh? We’ve barely started,” teased Suguru, smirking.
“Shut up, you virgin. Just because your fingers are a bit thick and long doesn’t mean your dick is gonna be that great,” Satoru bit back. It didn’t sound convincing though, not with how shaky and out of breath he was.
“You’re not bad, huh,” Satoru added once his composure returned. “Thought I’d need to train you.”
“Like a dog?”
“Hm, you’d make a very handsome dog.”
“Thanks, I’m very flattered.”
Satoru laughed and hoisted himself up, seeming to have recovered his energy. “Lay down. Let me do the work this time.”
They didn’t waste any time. Suguru was already hard some time ago, and Satoru was still very wet. The vampire positioned himself on top of him, guiding the cock to his vaginal opening where the head slid in without much of a hassle.
“God…” the alpha sighed, voice raspy with desire. Suguru thought he knew how it was going to feel, but nothing could compare to how heavenly it actually was to have Satoru clamping down on him. He bit his bottom lip and sucked in the air noisily, his brows were drawn together in focus, trying to keep himself together while the velvety heat eased on him and enveloped him. They were just starting, but Satoru felt insanely good. Suguru could definitely see how sex could become the downfall of weaker men.
“Shit!” Satoru exclaimed when he finally bottomed up after much effort, clenching so tightly around Suguru it made the alpha hiss and groan. The vampire’s body went as taut as a bowstring. The insides of his pussy pulsated rapidly, and it took everything for the alpha to stay still. On top of him, Satoru curled into himself and slumped forward slightly, both hands splaying on Suguru’s chest to support his weight. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief and his entire body was quivering.
After a while, the vampire chuckled breathlessly. “What the fuck. Is your dick a magic stick or something?”
“...Did you come?” Suguru raised his brows, biting back a mean chuckle as the realization slowly dawned on him.
Satoru grunted, holding himself very still as his body was processing the presence inside him. Still high-strung and in shock and in a state of pleasure-pain. When Satoru finally looked at him, his eyes were so blue and clear and bright with tears. Upon seeing his teary eyes and his red-bitten lips, a sudden clarity graced Suguru’s lust-addled brain and mixed up all the signals he’d been receiving from his bed partner.
“Are you okay? Why are you crying? Should we stop after all? We can try again—”
“No!” replied Satoru quickly, before he added shakily, “It’s already in and I’m fine. In fact, I feel good. It’s just been a long time… and I underestimated your size, Suguru.”
“Is it too big, after all…?”
“It is big. I can’t imagine how your knot will fit inside me,” Satoru complained and pouted, but he seemed rather enthusiastic than worried about it.
He sat on Suguru’s cock, ass flushed against his skin, unmoving as he was getting used to the stretch. They kissed again, this time, tenderly and sweetly. Simple brushes of lips that carried comfort and sound intimacy. They both moaned softly when Suguru shifted a little and jolted the cock inside. When they broke their kiss, his fangs found Suguru’s neck. Satoru mouthed at the flesh, sharp canines grazing lightly as if he was weighing the value of his prey’s blood.
“Can I?” asked Satoru.
“Say the magic word.”
At that, the vampire raised his head, squinting his eyes at Suguru. “You know I can just sink my teeth in if I want, right? You’re strong and all, but I doubt you can fight me once that happens.”
A statement questioning their strength would have hurt an alpha’s pride, usually. But the thought of Satoru—much slender and slimmer than him—holding him down with his cock still inside him, filled Suguru with thrill rather than shame. That, in addition to the fact that Satoru still chose to get his approval, was really sexy of him.
“Yet you still ask for my permission,” replied Suguru, somewhat smug.
“It’s courtesy. I’m just being polite.”
“Yeah yeah, okay sure. So your magic word?”
Satoru made a low sound of protest. “Can I please have your blood, dear husband?”
The way he unnecessarily stressed on the word ‘please’ made him sound bratty, but Suguru let it go. For now at least. “That’s my good little vampire. Of course, you can.”
This time, the pain of Satoru feeding from him had significantly reduced for some reason. Perhaps the shock his body went through the first time had amplified the pain, and now his body had known and begun adjusting to the sensation. As he let Satoru latch on him and drink blood from him until he was satisfied, his mind wandered to what Satoru had told him the other day—about making a blood pact as a requirement for a mating ritual. Suguru didn’t feel any differently, so he couldn’t tell if Satoru had completed it or not. After Satoru had finished drinking, he seemed preoccupied in his own thoughts, tracing circles on Suguru’s nipple and nibbling playfully at the skin of Suguru’s throat without the intention of feeding.
It was cute and all, but Suguru thought he really could die if they didn’t actually start fucking soon.
When he said this to the vampire, Satoru had the gall to snort and cooed at him. But at least he took pity and started moving, setting a steady pace that felt nice and pleasant. There was something breathtaking about Satoru bouncing on his dick, about Satoru seeking pleasure and using him to get it. Suguru reached up to him, cupping the slight swell of his breasts and running his thumbs over the pert pink nipples. Satoru shivered, stopping to rock his hips in place as he savored the touch.
At one point, they had to change their position after Satoru became frustratingly bratty. It took little for Suguru to flip him and assume control over the situation. Satoru let out a shriek at being manhandled onto his back, but other than that he only grinned at Suguru, as if amused, as he spread his legs shamelessly to give Suguru an eyeful of his stretched cunt where Suguru had just been in. It was flushed red and sticky with cum and slick.
“My god, you’re so hot,” Satoru’s voice brought him out of his own depraved thoughts about Satoru. The vampire threaded his hands from Suguru’s collarbone to his hard pec, down to his abs. His eyes were not leaving Suguru, as if the view of him had enraptured Satoru.
“Aren’t you lucky to be married to me?” said Suguru. Suguru thought he would come up with a witty comeback, but Satoru unexpectedly only hummed in agreement.
It didn’t matter who was luckier, or even there was luck that played a part in the first place. It was more important that there was a sense of intimacy and connection building in the air, invisible but present, creeping up on them and blanketing them. Charged but contained. Consuming but not scary.
Suguru didn’t know sex could be so many different things at once.
“You’re so fucking wet,” said the alpha as he dragged his cock to gather the copious slick with his shaft, soon to function as lubrication.
“Only for you,” answered Satoru in a whisper.
The vampire’s hands found his own thighs, spreading them invitingly. Suguru placed one hand on top of Satoru’s, while his other hand led his dick to Satoru’s sex. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of sinking into him again. He didn’t close his eyes, and neither did Satoru. Intent to witness the alpha’s cock parting the rosy cunt, and how it was coated with fresh slick when he dragged it back out.
“How are you still this tight,” Suguru groaned, his forehead thumped against Satoru’s shoulder before he raised again.
“You’re just too damn big,” Satoru panted, already winded from the penetration.
Satoru winced a little when his hips stuttered, probably hitting too hard somewhere he shouldn’t. That resulted in Suguru moving more slowly and carefully, trying to find a pace that felt right for both of them. He suppressed the urge to aimlessly shoved his dick into the warm body under him and focused instead on the feeling surrounding him—of the contracting walls and of the spots that felt different. He tried to recall what had made Satoru cry out in pleasure when he fingered him just now.
But Satoru wasn’t too happy with him taking his sweet time.
“Goodness, stop thinking too much. I’m not a glass. You can do it harder,” said Satoru, goading Suguru at his effort in remaining composed. “Come on, alpha. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
For the first time since they began, Suguru truly felt challenged. His patience was already wearing thin with how freaking incredible it felt to have sex with Satoru, and then Satoru had to be egging him on when he was trying to make the best of it. His ability to reason was already getting cloudy the more time passed and the more aroused he got, so that provocation was really the cherry on top—it gave way for his alpha instinct to dominate and take charge of the situation.
“Don’t regret it later, little vampire,” warned Suguru, each word tumbling out of his lips heavy like lead.
He hoisted Satoru’s legs higher up and pulled him towards him so that his legs were dangling, then he arranged a pillow underneath Satoru’s hips for leverage. This new position gave Suguru more room for control, and less room for Satoru to move. Just like he asked, Suguru started fucking him harder and faster and deeper. It didn’t take long for Satoru to become putty, for Satoru to start moaning again.
“Better?” panted Suguru, grinning at the vampire who immediately clamped up about all his complaints once he was given what he wanted.
Satoru nodded his head quickly, biting into the pillow as his soft hair spread on it.
“And who is fucking you right now? Who is fucking you so good?”
Half-lidded blue eyes met his dark onyx, brighter still and ladened with desire.
“You, husband,” he gasped each word out with each well-aimed thrust, then added, “Alpha, Suguru!”
“It feels amazing, isn’t it? To have my dick messing up your insides?” Suguru whispered, voice low and deep with pure lust. Suguru observed the wet flutters of his eyelashes, the shivers that raked his body. “Are you gonna cum for me?”
“N-no.” Satoru shook his head.
“No?”
“Knot. Want your knot,” replied Satoru, sounding almost uncharacteristically shy at the admittance.
Suguru had to remind himself to unclench his jaw and remain calm, although there was an edge to his voice when he said, “Already? Don’t worry about that. I promise I’ll knot you. You can come whenever.”
Grabbing Satoru’s soft thighs, he pushed them upward toward Satoru’s chest, spreading them further as he picked up his pace again. It left Satoru grasping the pillow for purchase, glossy pink lips parted to let out a constant stream of mindless garbled moans. Suguru savored this image of Satoru writhing on his cock that would stay in his memory for a long time. And Suguru savored the sensation of being inside his very first cunt, of the contracting muscles squeezing on him; so hot and silky and tight. That mind-blowing goodness somehow drove his thought clearer, making his movement sharper and deeper and more consistent.
“ Nghh ! Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” begged the vampire, hands searching for Suguru in the throes of his pleasure. They landed on Suguru’s thighs, where his nails scratched Suguru’s skin and left red marks in their path.
“I’m not stopping, love.” Suguru groaned. The squelching noises and the wet slappings resounding in the room would have put him to shame, but there was little that he cared about at the moment.
“Cumming. Gonna cum, Suguru,” cried Satoru. His toes curled, eyes misty from the continuous assault of pleasure.
Suguru had half a mind to bring him so close to the peak and stopped abruptly just before. He could imagine the utter frustration and anger in Satoru’s eyes if he were to be denied his sweet release. Not this time, though. Right now, he wanted to make Satoru come as much as he could. Until he was so overstimulated he could only beg Suguru to stop and to give him reprieve, but he wouldn’t. Not until Suguru was able to knot him. And Suguru could sense it in himself—the very beginning of his knot taking shape, not yet visibly forming but would be soon.
So he let Satoru come on his cock, sobbing and shuddering uncontrollably, with Suguru’s name dripping like honey from his lips. When it appeared he was done and in the process of coming down from that high, Suguru flipped him over, bringing the vampire to his hands and knees. Suguru settled behind him and gripped his waist, taking just a moment to appreciate the curve of his smooth back and his ass that fit nicely in Suguru’s palms.
Satoru yelped when he was penetrated again, barely had any time to recover from his last orgasm. There was more urgency and less grace in Suguru’s movements now, but he made up for it with the depth of his plunge. His cock parted the folds of Satoru’s pussy, pounding into him so deep the force of it made the vampire choke on his own spit and made his hands slip. Suguru pulled the other man toward himself, exerting more strength to support Satoru’s hips from falling.
Somehow this frantic pacing in addition to the time spent exploring Satoru’s body caused him to become more keen of every micro reaction he got from Satoru, like they were syncing on a level that transcended physical boundaries. Suguru knew exactly what Satoru was feeling as he was being fucked into oversensitivity—of the pain that sparked sharply then fizzled out into a dull ache, building up a tingling sensation in his spine that spread to the entirety of his lower abdomen, into a different sort of pleasure than any that he’d experienced before. This uncanny and discerning awareness Suguru had of Satoru quickened the rate of his knot inflating, pushing him further to attain that all-encompassing unification of their bodies and souls. And perhaps with that, a new life would be created.
(No, it wasn’t possible. Vampires were not made for procreation the same way omegas were for alphas. But Suguru could dream.)
“Shit, you feel so good, Satoru,” he moaned throatily, nuzzling into Satoru’s neck as he kept rutting his hips. The vampire didn’t have a scent gland, but Suguru was content licking the area where it was supposed to be should Satoru have been an omega.
“W-wait, no no no! I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. Suguruuuu,” Satoru babbled as the knot inside him was expanding, bullying its way into the tight canal and filling him up more and more.
“You’re not gonna die, little vampire. I’m just going to put pups in you,” said Suguru with certainty. His thoughts were hazy, driven by the high of being able to knot someone for the first time, and he was feeling so damn good. The out-of-this-world kind of good. So what if Satoru couldn’t get pregnant? Suguru would knot him and try to make him pregnant anyway.
“You’ll be good for me and give me pups, won’t you?” he grunted, desperate and motivated. His hips continued to work tirelessly, plunging into the soft wet heat with a force and a speed he never thought himself capable of. The bed squeaked under their weight and the headboard rattled against the wall loudly. Perhaps it was a good thing that they were living by themselves so deep in the mountains…
Satoru cursed when his cock nudged persistently against the cervix opening, letting out a litany of ‘yes’ at his words. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and he had a faraway look in them that convinced Suguru he wasn’t totally aware of what was happening anymore. His grasp of the situation was limited to the fact that Suguru was fucking him and making him feel equal amount of pleasure and pain and nothing else.
“I can feel you so deep. Here, in my womb, alpha,” said Satoru breathlessly, voice soft and wrecked. His trembling fingers spread out against his bulging abdomen where the imprint of Suguru’s expanding knot inside him could be felt. Curious, Suguru reached out to cup the slight swelling where he was connected to the deepest part of Satoru. He sighed in awe, fascinated at the way his growing knot could nestle in a body that wasn’t designated to take it. So pliable, so good for him.
“You’re so good for me, Satoru,” he cooed. Suguru pulled out and rammed into him again, hand still pressing at his lower abdomen. All that left Satoru’s lips were a muffled scream followed by soft ruined sounds.
Suguru gave an animalistic groan, his head dipped to rest on the back of Satoru’s shoulder. Nothing could ever match the unsurmountable desire to mate Satoru; a flame inside him that grew bigger and consumed him. Mate, mate, mate . Saliva started to accumulate in his mouth. His gum and teeth began to itch, in dire need to bite into something, into someone . He felt like he could go crazy if he didn’t do it. It was as if he was in a rut but so much worse.
“I’m gonna mark you. Gonna make you mine forever,” Suguru promised into his ear, breathing hot and heavy. Each word he said was followed by a deep thrust.
“Yes, please. Please, please, please —”
He pulled Satoru’s hair none too gently, baring his unblemished neck for Suguru to stake his claim. The tears that’d been pooling in Satoru’s eyes finally spilled and wet his red cheeks.
Satoru whined high in his throat when Suguru’s teeth pierced through the pale skin where his neck and shoulder met, puncturing a wound and drawing blood. The alpha held his mate close, running his other hand down his spine and massaging the dimple of his waist, if only to provide some kind of comfort to the vampire. It was hard not to notice the effect the fresh mating bite had on Satoru—with him thrashing as his nails dug into the sheet and almost tearing it, with his feeble cries as fat tears kept pouring down his cheeks and landed on the pillow, creating a wet spot.
God, it felt so right. To have formed a bond establishing their connection, and to have nothing on the other end to reciprocate; an incomplete bond that ironically completed Suguru. Everything about this—the taste of sweat and flesh, the hint of iron in his mouth, the presence of another body under him, and Satoru. Gojo Satoru—his husband, his mate, his one and only. This was more than anything he could have ever wished for. This was perfect. Like the purpose he was born into this world was for him to live out this moment. Like his entire existence was only made complete through this union. Yet instead of imprisonment to a fate he couldn’t escape, it tasted like a blessing and a freedom granted to him by Satoru himself.
A state of balance and harmony between instinct and reason.
A rebirth and a transformation.
The novel and overwhelming sensation of euphoria caused Suguru’s heart to clench painfully in his chest, and surprisingly, almost made his eyes water. It gave a new meaning to their lovemaking, a newfound sense of purpose to their life intertwining together.
He did his best hammering onto Satoru’s sweet spots with each powerful thrust, all the while rubbing at his firm and overstimulated clit. Until Satoru drooled onto the pillow, eyes rolling back into his skull as his body gave in to a mind-blowing orgasm. Until Suguru couldn’t pull out his knot anymore and all he could do was grind his hips in tight circles, shooting a load of cum into his mate’s womb. Then, he halted completely as the knot locked in place, enjoying the grip that Satoru’s cunt had on him as the flow of his cum was starting to slow down into a constant stream.
He felt Satoru twitch and then moaned Suguru’s name brokenly. He spasmed around the thick knot that left no space inside him untouched. A jet of liquid dribbled out of his swollen pussy and trickled down his trembling thighs and onto the sheet, stuffed too full with Suguru for him to even squirt properly. His whole body was still quivering when his eyelids were falling shut and his breath evening out, seemingly to finally give in to exhaustion.
Overcame by a sudden feeling of tenderness for him, Suguru leaned down to kiss the tears-covered cheek. Very carefully, he maneuvered their bodies and rearranged their limbs, so that they were both laying down more comfortably on their sides, attached to each other skin-on-skin.
***
“S’guru,” mumbled Satoru sleepily as he reached out for Suguru’s hand that was wrapped around his waist. The alpha met him halfway, slotting their fingers together.
It was nearly absurd how wonderfully natural and right it felt to be in this moment. As if having mated with Satoru had suddenly opened a door to love and companionship, to everything the rest of his life had in store for him. All this while he’d thought mating with someone was the lock to all possibilities in his life, when it was actually the key the entire time.
“You were out for ten minutes,” he said.
Satoru laughed weakly. “You really fucked me stupid. I’m gonna be aching all over for a week.”
“You reap what you sow.” Suguru pecked the area at the back of his neck, nuzzling into the bite mark he left there.
“God, I feel stuffed . How much longer?”
“I don’t know. Half an hour or more, probably?” Although the rate in which his knot was deflating felt unexpectedly fast to Suguru, it’d be a while before it would come down completely.
“I want to see you,” said Satoru.
“You like my face that much?” Suguru smiled against his neck when he said this.
“I like a lot of things about you. Your face is one of them.”
Suguru hummed. “I like a lot of things about you too, and your face is one of them too.”
They both burst out laughing, suddenly feeling silly and embarrassed at such candid honesty.
It took a bit of work and cautious handling, but they managed to shift into a new position where they were facing each other. Suguru admired the picture of Satoru he painted that night—puffy red eyes, bruises on his thighs and hips from where Suguru gripped him too hard, blood and teeth marks on his neck. He looked exhausted but satiated because of him. Each trace of Suguru that Suguru left on him was an expression of something fierce and possessive inside him, lurking in the shadows all his life until this night allowed it to emerge and be accepted as a part of his true self. It wasn’t as scary or revolting as Suguru had made himself to believe. In fact, it was purifying, as if it cleansed him of all his sins and remade him into a new person.
“That sensei… Was he your first lover?” asked Suguru. The question had been on his mind since the first day he came to Satoru’s place and came across that framed photo. Only then, he didn’t feel it was right to pry into the other’s personal business.
“Are you really asking me that while you’re pumping your cum in me?”
“I don’t see why that’s a problem.”
Satoru rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. “Does it matter if he was?”
“Yeah? We’re married?”
“Ugh, I have a feeling you’re gonna be the most possessive man I’ve ever known, and that’s saying something considering I’ve lived far longer than most,” Satoru grumbled.
Suguru chuckled darkly. “Werewolves are generally possessive, but I suppose I am another level of possessive.”
“You’re lucky I don’t find possessiveness unattractive.” Then, softer, Gojo said, “Well, it doesn’t matter if he was my first lover. You’re my very first husband, Geto Suguru.”
***
“I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with those requirements for the groom?”
It was a rare day where Satoru actually remembered the existence of his garden and decided to put it to use. They slept in after their successful mating ritual, and later woke up missing breakfast. So they had their brunch at the table outside, surrounded by vivid pink flowers with a delightful scent. Despite complaining about all his body aches and being worn out, Satoru seemed to be in an even better mood than usual. He was enjoying his milk tea with the last batch of chocolate cookies Suguru made the other day while reading a novel. Already, Suguru’s mind was busy thinking about which cookie he wanted to bake for Satoru next—possibly between matcha cookie or carrot and walnut cookie.
“Hm?” Satoru looked up from the book he was reading to regard him. “Oh, those requirements? You should have seen my first draft; I had more requirements that didn’t make the cut. Anyway you’re asking why? I’ve always wanted to try taking an alpha’s knot. And AB blood type is my favorite; it tastes the best. Need someone to indulge my sweet tooth too. But also, for funsies.”
“Funsies?”
“I want to give the stupid council members a hard time with my demands. Because really, what did they expect after making such an outrageous marriage arrangement without my permission? For me to go down without at least making it fun?”
“That sounds like you.” Suguru smiled fondly at the thought.
“I was so ready for your clan to ask for re-negotiation. Because surely they can’t just find a virgin male alpha above the age of thirty with AB blood type who can bake anywhere—that’s too good to be true…”
“But there’s me,” said Suguru.
“But there’s you ,” repeated Satoru. His eyes softened as his gaze landed on Suguru.
They were having a moment , but of course, that moment was quickly shattered when Satoru continued, “I’m glad they found you. Your dick is so fucking big. And despite your lack of experience, you’re good in bed. Maybe werewolves are the superior species.”
Suguru raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “So my dick is the most important thing here? And my skill in pleasing you in bed?”
“Aw, don’t sulk, husband.” Satoru cupped one of his cheeks and gave him a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the other cheek, no doubt mocking him. “We have plenty of time to fall in love.”
Little did he know, Suguru was already somewhat falling . Not quite in love yet—it was too quick for that (they’d just completed their mating ritual not less than 24 hours ago, and known each other for more or less a week)—but the possibility was there. It’d been there since the day of the wedding, since the very first time he laid his eyes on Satoru. But Satoru becoming his true mate had certainly accelerated things. Before, that realization was something he could still brush aside and chalk up as a fleeting interest. But now, his world had opened up so much to Satoru that each small sign from his body and brain was magnified tenfold and couldn’t be ignored. It felt odd yet liberating—to have that much access to his own desires and feelings.
He would come to learn them one by one; there was no urgency to understand them all now. There was a future ahead of them—one they would create together.
“Plenty of time to make babies too,” added Satoru casually as he returned to his reading.
Suguru gaped, thinking he might have mistakenly heard what the vampire said. “What?”