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It’s been a few weeks since he started to follow the boy.
Or months, maybe. Ivan couldn't be sure. Time was unimportant to creatures like him. Days, months, years, decades — it doesn't matter when you are cursed with eternity. But he knew humans cared a lot about time. Always complaining about how they don’t have enough of it, how they missed the old times in their frail lives, how things passed so fast. He wondered if that boy, Till, also thought the same.
Ivan saw him for the first time in one of his weekly nocturnal hunts. He called himself an almost vegetarian; his meals consisted mostly of local animals. It wasn’t for any moral reason, no. Ivan wasn’t that type of vampire who had some weird relationship with human morality, who still had an attachment to what they once were. But times have changed, and so has law enforcement. Ivan couldn’t simply kill humans as easily as before without risking his identity and peaceful, reclusive life. Sometimes, when the vampire was extra lucky, some poor soul would wander too close to his property deep in the woods, and he’d have a fine meal for weeks. Two or three disappearances a year in such a treacherous place weren't uncommon.
That fateful night, there was no moon in the sky, and the woods that surrounded Anakt were dead silent. But Till’s lovely screams were clear and tempting, luring Ivan to a clearing way too close to the main road. The vampire watched for a long time as the boy got beaten up bloody by a bunch of school kids dressed in varsity jackets, who laughed and tormented the silver-haired little thing. Promises about ‘teaching him a lesson’ and ‘he will never talk to another cheerleader again’ echoed through their taunting.
Now, it wasn’t in Ivan’s nature to get involved in human affairs. He didn’t care. Shouldn’t care. Many times he watched humans suffer in different ways, and there was nothing special, nothing glorious about it. No matter how much humans lied to themselves, they all suffered and died the same ugly, hopeless way in the end.
But that boy. Till.
Perhaps Ivan was really lonely, and the countless decades spent without a companion were messing with his mind. But there was something about that boy. You see, first of all, Till was absolutely pathetic fighting off his tormentors. He simply couldn’t land a punch. Despite not being that small, his frame was lean and weak, his arms similar to twigs, and he couldn’t tackle down his bullies no matter how much he tried. He couldn’t even stand straight after a few hits.
It didn’t stop him. He never backed down.
Ivan was used to the typical pleading and surrendering. Humans, like most prey creatures, were exceptionally great at begging to be spared when nothing else worked. Nature had gifted them fear, and that fear was what saved their lives. Most humans know when to stop, when to listen to the fear rooted in their beings, and when they can’t run, they beg.
But there was no fear in Till’s weak, uncoordinated moves. Not once had this boy tried to run away and hide. He fought, even if it was hopeless, and in the end he was left lying down to bleed in the woods all alone. Nothing special, nor glorious.
Ivan was mesmerized by it all.
Briefly, after the others had left, Ivan wondered if he should finish the job. He could just snap the boy’s neck, have an amazing dinner, and the blame would fall on those boys. The smell was one of the most alluring things Ivan had ever felt, sweet enough to make his mouth water.
It was an easy meal, after all. He came closer, stepping into the clearing and crouching down beside the little thing. Till was unconscious, bleeding from his nose and mouth, with big bruises in different colors scattered over his body. Ivan caressed his cheek with a thumb, cleaning the blood that dripped from a cut under the boy’s eye. It tasted just as delicious as it smelled. Too delicious.
The vampire took Till into his arms and followed the main road to the city, dropping Till in front of the first police station he saw. He left without being noticed.
A few days later, Ivan found the leader of the boys who hurt Till. He was a basketball player, all tall and sleazy smiles, and the window of his bedroom was always open. The vampire sank his long fangs into the boy’s neck while he slept and drank until there was nothing left.
Of course, it made the entire town panic. Such a small place like Anakt hasn't had a crime like that since the 80s, probably. And while the local news talked about a crazy psycho killer who liked to murder innocent high school boys, Ivan was learning about Till.
He learned Till was resilient in everything, recovering fast from his bruises. Ivan watched him from the few days he spent at the local hospital to the day the boy returned to his sobbing mother. They were copies of each other, beautiful copies. It was the first time he listened to Till’s name being spoken with so much love, as the woman kissed her son’s face multiple times.
“Till,” Ivan repeated the name in a whisper, hidden at the top of a nearby tree that offered him a perfect view of the boy’s room. “Till.”
It was his decline.
Ivan studied Till like a new species. He found out the boy was almost graduating high school, struggling with most of his classes but exceptional in music and art. He had an artist’s soul, talented in many ways, from his drawing abilities to his singing voice, and Ivan smiled fondly for the first time in ages after listening to Till sing to himself while cleaning the dead autumn leaves from his front yard. He was a loner, only speaking with a few classmates and teachers, heavily bullied on top of that. His mom seemed to be his best friend, which was adorable. Till dressed mostly in black, but had a pink clay keychain on his backpack that Ivan soon found out it was given by a pink-haired girl when the boy was in kindergarten. Till seemed to like her. Unfortunately for Till, that girl was definitely not interested. Unrequited childhood love, hm? So cute.
Everything about Till was cute. Lovely.
“I want to eat him.” Ivan sighed dreamily, leaning against a tree. “I want to break his bones with my teeth. Swallow him whole.”
Luka’s face distorted in disgust. “Well…nothing is stopping you. You say he’s always alone, just ambush him somewhere and eat him already.”
“I can’t.” Ivan answered. “You know damn well why.”
The sun was setting, and they were in the woods near Ivan’s property, hunting like the “good” old friends they were. Luka rarely visits him nowadays, and when he does, it’s because he just wants an excuse to be back in town for her. The memories of that tall lady who never wanted to see him again after what Luka did to her brother. Sometimes, Ivan wondered if Luka still had hope that she would return to him willingly one day, or if he would need to keep hunting her down forever.
“Oh. That’s new.” Luka chuckled, humorlessly. “Didn’t know you had it in you, loverboy.”
Ivan rolled his eyes. “Please. It was bound to happen.”
It was one of the many curses that beings like him carried. Once in their seemingly immortal lives, vampires come across what human literature refers to as a “soulmate.” Perhaps this is indeed the term that best describes the concept, although Ivan disagrees — after all, vampires do not possess souls. Some of his kind simply called it “their mate.” A fateful encounter with a human that would become the center of your world. Just like that. There was no reason behind such evil.
It wasn’t beautiful, and it always ended in tragedy. Those were all-consuming feelings. With the undying affection and urge to protect came the desire to devour. The poor human became exceptionally irresistible, as if their blood and flesh changed in a way to only satisfy their mate.
Unless, of course, they turned.
Ivan shook his head, banishing images of Till’s bloody figure in the clearing, the taste of his heavenly blood on the vampire’s tongue.
“Just kill him, at least you know you will carry his memories forever. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Luka, who watched him, had a weird smile on his thin lips. His voice turned into a mournful murmur. “It’s not nice for me.”
The blond had it worse. Against all that was natural in that world, Luka was cursed with not one but two mates. Twins. Ivan only saw them one time — two beautiful identical humans, a boy and a girl, tall and sun-kissed. Hyuna and Hyunwoo.
Ivan never knew the real reasons, but Luka happened to come to his house in the middle of the night a few years ago. It was a windy spring night when the blonde still lived in the town, passing as a professor for a college a few kilometers away, his hair disheveled and clothes bloody. He had just killed his male mate. Ripped the boy’s throat into pieces with his bare teeth.
The memories probably haunted Luka more than Hyuna’s disappearance. The girl left town after her brother’s death, never to be seen again. Luka used to say that he never loved Hyunwoo the same way he loved Hyuna, but he didn't want things to end like that. Nature was just particularly evil with him.
Evil. Their kind was made of that. Nothing good could come for creatures like them, and Ivan was well aware. Would Till, lovely Till, look at him the same way he looked at red flowers, beautiful paintings, or that one girl from his school if he knew Ivan was made of evil? These thoughts had no importance. Till would never know, would live forever in ignorance, unaware of the evil that followed his every step. Ivan was content just being in the shadows, a telespectator. He was not greedy like Luka. Soon, in vampire years at least, Till would die, and then Ivan’s life could go back to being that eternal, soggy darkness.
It was supposed to be like this. Ivan never expected Till to be the one to break their unspoken deal.
Winter came, and with it, change. The entire city now had a pure white blanket, the forest was quiet and bare, and Ivan walked through snow-covered trails and streets in his little daytime activities. Which is stalking Till. The weather was on his side; winter meant less exposure to the sun, and while vampires like Ivan didn’t actually die in contact with the light, it did slow him a lot.
The vampire’s property was a big house deep in the woods, bought with his family’s fortune accumulated through the decades, and he rarely visited the city before Till entered his life. To most, he was a rich guy who didn’t like to be disturbed — in the seven years Ivan lived there, people rarely asked, but when they did, Ivan told them he was a writer. It wasn’t even a lie! Ivan did publish some of his writing in the last century, under a different name, of course. But no one ever asked about his books anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Following Till into an empty street after school hours, with a few more hours of sunlight, Ivan wondered where he’d go when it inevitably became too risky to live there. One day, people might notice he is too young. Always young. Will Till be gone from this town too? Maybe he’d go to college next year. He always talked to his mom about moving to a big city. Ivan would follow him then, even if he absolutely hates big cities. He’d have to go back to feeding from only humans, which is way too exhausting, but if it’s for his secret mate, Ivan will do it.
His uncoordinated thoughts were cut short when Till changed course.
Ivan didn’t notice at first, too used to the boy always following the same path to his house — a small house on one of the quietest streets in the edge of the city, the backyard conveniently facing a part of the woods. Ivan usually hid between buildings or on top of trees, always too fast and agile to be caught.
But this time, Till made his way straight to the local cemetery.
Hidden behind the big tombstones, Ivan quietly followed. The place was old, full of graves from all the old families who never moved from Anakt, a small war memorial in the middle, and a tiny chapel for praying. Snow caressed the lonely tombstones gently, making the entire place look eerie. He saw Till stop in front of an angel statue.
“I know you’re following me,” his voice echoed through the cemetery. Ivan froze in his hidden spot, eyes bulging slightly.
For the first time, there was fear in the way the boy spoke beneath his bravado. Ivan could smell Till’s terror, see the way his clenched fists trembled, and something disgustingly warm and possessive bloomed in his chest with the realization he was capable of creating such emotion in that usually brave boy. Till turned in all directions, searching desperately, like someone who wants to prove to himself that what he saw is real.
“I-I know I’m not crazy! I know you’re following me!” Till shouted, this time looking behind the nearby tombstones. “Who are you?!”
How sweet. His Till wanted to know who he was. Ivan almost chuckled, wondering if the boy had dreamed about this strange presence that seemed to follow him; if he had seen Ivan through the corner of his eyes and doubted his sanity. It was endearing. He always showed himself this time.
But Ivan didn’t, of course. Till eventually gave up when the sun was setting and the shadows from the cemetery became too intimidating. It didn't mean the boy stopped trying. It was like a switch had flipped, and Till became much more aware of his surroundings — more than once, Ivan caught him staring at that spot on the tree in front of his room when Ivan wasn't there, or turning around quickly when the vampire followed him from a safe distance.
Till knew something was following him. Ivan expected him to say something to his mom or contact the authorities like humans always do. But it never came. Slowly, Ivan noticed Till’s fear turned into curiosity. He wanted to know what was following him, or who.
Almost as if Till enjoyed the distorted attention. At first Ivan thought he was imagining things, and the first time it happened he was sure it was a coincidence. But the second time Till left his window semi-open, Ivan knew it was an invitation. Was Till even aware of the kind of creature that he was inviting to his house? Did he think Ivan was just a regular human stalker? Even if Ivan was one, it was still extremely dangerous. Was Till so lonely that even an unknown stalker’s desire was enough to make him feel wanted? Somehow, stupid as it was, Ivan felt jealous. Of what, himself? His feelings for Till were making him go insane.
Embarrassingly enough, this is what pushed the vampire to the edge and made him act reckless for the first time since the early days after his transformation, when he was still young and untamed.
Moonlight lit the entire town the night Ivan climbed his way up to Till’s window. Through all the months he was following the boy, Ivan was only able to get into his room one time. It was a magical experience, going through Till’s sketchbooks and drawers. But then Till’s mom scolded him for being so forgetful. ‘Did you forget there is a killer out there who likes to rip the throat of teenage boys like you?’ Oh, what an honour to be mentioned by his beloved’s mother.
Till always left the windows unlocked now, ever since he started to actively try to catch Ivan. Contradicting his mother’s wants, acting nothing like the good boy he was. The vampire couldn't say he didn’t appreciate it. It was almost 3am when Ivan made his way to the boy’s bed, slowly, like a big shadow closing in.
Till was just so ethereal. Asleep, his mate’s features softened — no longer carrying that permanent scowl that only melted when looking at the things he loved. His dreams must be peaceful, Ivan thought to himself, completely enamored. He leaned close, dropping to his knees. The vampire never dared to touch Till with his own hands, but something compelled him to gently tuck a strand of hair behind the boy’s ear.
Ivan wanted to eat him. This close, Till's scent was everywhere. And during winter, meals weren't as frequent. Any other vampire would do it, would devour this beautiful willing prey that so gently invited him, even if Till had no idea of the monster that wanted him so badly. Unfortunately for Ivan, his will to live depended on Till's happiness and safety, so all he could do was stare.
Till chose that moment to wake up, his vision slowly adjusting to the dark and to the presence hovering over him. Although all of Ivan’s senses screamed at him to bolt, the vampire stayed put, standing tall with both hands behind his back, the moon and the faint glow of a night lamp being the only sources of light.
When the boy’s eyes finally landed on him, Till’s face paled like he saw a ghost. He sat up in the bed, mouth opening and closing a few times, clutching the covers for dear life. Then, something in his mind seemed to click and the terror in his eyes subsidized, becoming more surprised than actually scared.
“You…you!” He pointed an accusatory finger towards the vampire.
Ivan grinned. For all Till’s determination to find out who his stalker was, Ivan wasn’t expecting the boy to interact with him. Maybe Till was really the most reckless little thing to ever exist, and Ivan lucked out to have a mate like that.
“What do you think I am?” Ivan asked, a pleased smile on his face. The way Till’s eyes never left him was like taking the strongest of the drugs humans seemed to enjoy. “Do you think I’m real? Or just your imagination?”
Till’s expression slowly went from surprise to annoyance, pure displeasure in his porcelain face. It was lovely. Shiny teal eyes scanned every single thing about Ivan, taking in his appearance, the paleness of his face, his dark clothes and even darker eyes. The vampire never had a human to look this much at him in decades.
“You’re real. I’m not crazy!” Till whispered, more to himself than to Ivan. “Come here.”
Like a loyal dog, Ivan took a step further and kneeled down in front of the bed so they could be on the same level. At first, Till hesitated. His hand hovered over Ivan’s face, until it decided to land on his cheek. Doing his best to keep his facial expressions in check, the vampire was feeling like he could be burned at the stake the next morning and he’d die a happy man, knowing Till touched him with such gentleness.
“Are you the guy who killed half of our basketball team?” The boy asked in a whisper, with so much innocence that pained the vampire’s silent heart. “Your skin is so cold.”
Ivan nodded, leaning into the touch. After a few moments of silence with the boy only holding Ivan's face, Till asked quietly. “Do you want to kill me too?”
“Maybe.”
“What an useless answer,” Till sighed, rolling his eyes and moving away from Ivan like the sun leaving the earth to freeze. Ivan almost whined, pained. “Are you actually going to kill me? If so, make it quick.”
“What?” Ivan snorted. “You want to die? You know how I killed them, right? It wasn't pretty.”
At this, Till just shrugged. He threw himself back in the bed, followed by Ivan who sat on the mattress, making it sink with his weight. The vampire watched while the silver-haired boy stared at the ceiling with an annoyed expression.
“You’re the most useless serial killer ever, why are you even following me if you don't want to murder me? Stupid.”
“So you really want to die.” Ivan faked surprise. “That’s depressing, Till. And I’m pretty sure you’re a liar.”
The boy flipped him off without looking at Ivan, muttering a weak ‘don't say my name you stalker’. Ivan meant it, cruel as his words were. The Till that captivated him that night in the woods was pure defiance, his desire to keep fighting against his tormentors strong like a big forest fire. There was no life where Till wouldn’t fight. Death didn’t deserve him, not now, and Ivan knew it by the way the boy looked at things with a certain glow in his eyes, as if in love with a world he was still discovering. Even when his face was bruised and his knuckles were bloody.
Ivan went home after he made sure Till fell asleep, throwing the blanket on top of the boy and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Soon, it became their thing.
Till would leave his window open, and at some point of the night, Ivan would come. Sometimes, Till was asleep, and other times he was wide awake as if waiting for the vampire. Their quiet conversations consisted of small details of Till's routine that he would tell Ivan, usually followed by a dramatic ‘but you probably know that, I saw you following me there.’ Sometimes Ivan would find excuses to tell old stories about events in his life that had happened decades ago, under the boy's careful gaze. At that point, Till didn't dare to ask what Ivan was. He definitely knew already, from the way his voice faltered and his hands trembled when he asked Ivan to show him his fangs.
Their proximity partially healed that primal, ugly urge inside Ivan’s core. He still wanted to eat Till, so bad it physically hurted sometimes, but now he could calm his desires by snuzzling against the boy’s neck and inhaling his addictive scent — well, when Till was particularly docile and allowed Ivan into his bed. The vampire believed it was criminal that such a beautiful and sweet boy was so touch deprived. But at least it meant Till could only have his fill with him.
He learned more than ever. Learned that Till’s mom worked most of the time, that his dad used to do awful things to both of them when he was still alive. Things so evil that the boy became quiet for a long time, resting his head on Ivan’s shoulder without looking at him, lost in his own thoughts and memories. Despite his sorrow, Till wanted lots of things in life. He wanted to play guitar in big stadiums and exhibit in big museums, wanted to see countries in other continents and be loved madly.
And Ivan wanted to give him all of this
“I knew you were lying that night. You don’t want to die.” Ivan sighed, circling Till’s waist with his arm and pulling him closer until his back was pressed against the vampire’s chest.
It was almost 3am on a Friday night, and the boy’s mom was on a night shift. Early January meant that it was still snowing outside. They were alone in the house, cuddling on Till’s bed like lovers from another life.
“Of course not, idiot.” Till answered, not making any effort to pull away. “Death is scary.”
“It sure is.”
Till went quiet for a few seconds, his warm hand coming to touch Ivan’s cold one. Till rarely touched him, but when he did, it was always in some silly attempt of warming him up like it was possible to do it.
“When you…” Till started, then stopped. He was nervous. “I mean…w-when you. Uhh, turned. It is like death, right? Were you scared?”
Ivan hummed to himself, not sure if he should be honest about such a thing. His death was actually so mundane, so simple. The complicated part came later, but this was another story for another night. He didn’t want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere with something like this.
“Only a bit scared. I knew I was dying, but something was wrong. Then I came back like this.” Ivan rested his chin on top of Till’s head. “Don’t worry about such dark topics, it was a long time ago. Let's sleep.”
“W-wait!”
Till squirmed until Ivan let him go enough so the boy could turn around, pleading green eyes staring at the vampire.
“We have the whole night, j-jerk. You don’t even sleep!” Till pouted. “I want to ask you something.”
“Whatever my Till wants.” Ivan grinned, pleased with the view of Till’s face becoming all rosy. It was his favorite thing about the boy, how easily he turned red with every word Ivan said to him. More and more as their strange relationship grows, so sweet and enticing. Eat him.
Till was fidgeting with the front of Ivan’s black shirt. Then, he asked without looking at the vampire’s eyes. “C-could you show me what it’s like? When you…feed.”
Ivan felt as if earth had stopped spinning for a minute. “What?”
Oh, Till was so beautiful and enticing. Ivan couldn’t move his gaze, fixed on the way he seemed so shy and a bit scared. Lovely, stupid Till who had no idea what he was asking from him. Like a lamb who gently asks to be slaughtered, this human was curious about Ivan’s feeding habits.
“You’re cruel and insane, Till.” Ivan gave him a strained smile. “Can you value your life a bit more if you really want to do all the things you said?”
“Fuck off, it’s not like I don’t trust you! C’mon, Ivan. You could kill me since day one but you didn't.” With the stubbornness that could only belong to a boy his age, Till punched Ivan’s chest slightly. “I just wanna see if it’s like in the books. Please, I’m not scared, I know you will never hurt me!”
Not getting his answer, to the fact Ivan was still too stunned to speak, Till got on top of the vampire, sitting on his stomach. Ivan stared at the pretty boy on top of him, wearing only one of his many oversized band t-shirts and pajama shorts, glowing in the faint light of the lamp. Till had a determined yet flustered look on his face, and he pulled on the collar of his shirt to expose more of the milky skin of his delicious neck.
“Y-you always say human blood is better for you. And you a-also said I was…what you wanted the most. So I’m offering, aren’t I great?!”
Ivan’s eyes darkened, the red of his irises becoming a deep shade of maroon. Maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Maybe he was as greedy as Luka, just more of a hypocrite. Even with all that talk about never interfering with Till's destiny, Ivan still entered his life at the first opportunity. He cultivated a forbidden relationship for weeks, fascinated by the amount of genuine emotions that a human like Till could hold in his beating heart. And now, with the boy offering himself so sweetly, the only thing Ivan could think about was how he wanted to devour him.
In the end, he was just another opportunist. It was in the nature of his kind.
With ease, Ivan reversed their positions. Till hit the mattress with a soft thud and a little whimper, the vampire leaning over him like a shadow. Ivan didn't need too much effort to hold him there. Even if Till tried, he wouldn't be able to escape.
“You want me to have you? Aren’t you bold?” Ivan muttered, lips caressing Till’s neck. “Pretty thing. Giving yourself willingly.”
“A-ah, shut up.” Till hissed, but his eyes closed in bliss and he still exposed more of his neck. Ivan licked the skin there, both hands holding the boy's waist.
Till scent was like a heavy drug. Ivan was used to only catching glimpses of it from a far, but since they had grown closer and the vampire had started sleeping in the same bed as Till, he found himself becoming increasingly addicted. Even the taste of Till's skin was sweet and captivating, impossible to resist. But he needed to be careful. Till would never break in his hands, Ivan would never forgive himself for that.
Meanwhile, Till let out sighs and little moans, squirming in Ivan's hold, searching for more friction. Ivan indulged him, caressing the boy's sides under his shirt, sinking his fingers into the plump skin of his exposed thighs.
“Y-you do that with all of the people you bite?” Till asked in a breathy voice, fisting Ivan’s hair and forcing the vampire to stare at his beautiful expression, face flustered and eyes glossy with unshed tears. Ivan smirked, pleased with the pang of jealousy on his mate’s voice.
“Not really. I mean, pleasure helps relax the human and also makes the blood sweeter.” The vampire answered. “But your skin just tastes so good, Till…you're made for me.”
For that, Till kissed him. Sloppy, inexperienced and captivating. Ivan lost himself for a moment, moving his mouth slowly and letting the human set the rhythm, until it became unbearable. He licked Till's lips, who immediately let him in — as if that's what he wanted. When they parted, a string of saliva still connected their mouths for a second, Till's breath labored and his face totally red.
Ivan peppered Till’s skin with small kisses and licks, from Till’s jaw to his neck, earning himself a giggle that filled the vampire’s heart with a joy he didn’t feel in ages. One of his hands grazed the front of the boy’s boxers, feeling the damp spot in the middle. Till jumped a little, trying to close his legs but Ivan’s frame kept them open wide.
“Can I?” Ivan whispered in the boy’s pierced ear. “Want to make you feel good so it will hurt less.”
Till sucked in a breath, nodding. Ivan kissed his ear and pushed his boxers to the side, cold fingers finding the boy’s needy clit. The moan that ripped through Till’s throat was loud and clear, and Ivan was grateful that it was only them.
Ivan’s fingers rubbed gentle circles into the boy's clitoris, careful to not be too much, trying to copy the way Till probably did it with himself. It was clear that Till had never done it before with someone else, because Ivan would know. He’d also have already disposed of the person, of course. The ugly possessiveness rooted deep inside Ivan was like poison, and he smiled maniacally with the fact that no one ever had seen Till like this. Touched him like this.
Slowly, when he noticed Till was wet enough for it to soak his hand, Ivan pushed two fingers inside, being welcomed by nothing but tightness and softness. The vampire’s eyes were fixated on Till’s expression, while the boy melted in his hold, gripping Ivan’s shirt with one shaky hand.
“Ivan, Ivan, I-Ivan…!”
It was lovely, really, the way Till could lose himself to pleasure so easily. He was extremely sensitive, so much that Ivan felt like any touch would send the boy over the edge. His entire body trembled, heated in a way that made it harder to control himself. Till’s scent was growing stronger by the minute, sweet and enticing.
“Till,” Ivan nuzzled Till’s neck, pressing hard against a spot inside the boy that made him shiver. “Till, you’re perfect. Am I doing it the way you like? Are you going to come?”
“Yes, yes, a-ah, fuck!” Till sobbed, tears, that Ivan licked, falling from his face. His legs spammed, open wide to willingly give Ivan more access, the inside of his thighs wet and sticky. His own underwear was ruined, soaked, clinging to the place the vampire had pushed it aside. “G-gonna come, please, Ivan-”
Ivan took this opportunity to sink his fangs into Till’s soft neck.
Not hard, of course. Ivan was well aware of the force behind his teeth. His bite could kill someone if he wished, or infect an innocent person with the venom that ran in his veins. Create another monstrosity like him, just because he could. But right now, he used enough strength to feed himself safely, Till’s blood going straight to his hungry mouth.
Ivan didn't believed in God, not even when he was a human and had to attend church like everyone else in good society. But feeding from Till was like ascending into heaven. It was everything others told him. The blood of his true mate was made for him, perfect and incomparable, so addictive.
And while Ivan was having his fill, Till’s entire body convulsed. The vampire couldn’t really focus on the beautiful shriek that left the boy’s lips, holding Till’s head with his free hand and never faltering on the movement of his fingers inside his mate's dripping cunt. A few more harsh thrusts were enough to send Till over the edge, and Ivan moaned with his fangs craved in the boy’s neck as Till’s walls tightened and clear liquid sprayed from his hole.
‘So Till can squirt like this’. Ivan made a mental note to make him squirt on his cock next time, when Till was ready. He was a patient creature, after all. His head was dizzy with desire, the taste of Till’s blood on his mouth and Till’s juices on his fingers better than any orgasm Ivan could have right now.
Although his most primal instincts screamed for him to continue until the boy's body fell limp in his arms, Ivan's fangs left Till's neck. In their place were two deep, crimson marks, one of them significantly larger than the other. Ivan licked the blood dripping from the injury, while Till trembled in his arms, eyes closed and breathing unevenly. A vampire’s saliva could slowly heal a biting wound.
“Ghnn…haaa…” The boy breathed, hand slowly reaching towards Ivan as if seeking some sort of comfort after the mix of sensations. Ivan promptly held him, wrapping the trembling boy in his arms.
“Till…Till, talk to me. Are you ok?”
Till groaned, his eyes slowly focusing again. He gave Ivan a small nod, before burying his face in the vampire’s chest. Relieved, Ivan grinned and kissed the top of the boy’s head.
“I'm glad. Sorry if I hurt you.” The vampire muttered, nuzzling Till's head. “I can leave and let you sleep if you want.”
“Idiot…I asked for it.” Till's voice was sleepy, like a soft murmur. Ivan could tell he didn’t want to show his face. “It felt…g-good. Don’t leave, please.”
“Are you sure? Till-”
“Yes, idiot! I want you to stay with me! We only have each other, right?! Fuck, I gave you my first kiss...” He felt Till weakly pinch his side, his voice high and annoyed. “Are you really gonna make me say more than I already did?!”
Stay with me. For the first time in ages, Ivan felt like crying. He thought he wasn't capable of doing it anymore.
"So...will you give me your first time too?" Ivan smirked, and Till pinched him really hard this time.
His mate fell asleep eventually, and Ivan was left alone with his thoughts. Something deep inside still shamed him for that reckless, greedy act that contradicted everything he had planned for himself and for the boy softly sleeping in his arms. But every time Till shifted slightly, nuzzling into Ivan’s chest and pressing their bodies together, Ivan knew there was no other place he wanted to be.
And against all odds, Till was the one who reached for him. The one who asked, who offered himself willingly and accepted Ivan’s devastating desire.
Ivan felt Till's heartbeat, the only one between them who possessed such a thing. He wondered if one day Till would ask Ivan to make it stop completely — and if he'd be strong enough to deny him such evil.
But Ivan knew his greed was endless.