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Encore, encore, encore! 

The crowd shouted over the echoing cheers across the venue. Fans were holding up their phones towards the stage, recording and taking photos of the singer.

He smiled, his pearly white teeth reflecting the bright stage lights, and waved at his audience. The smile was sweet with a hint of vagueness. 

Drips of sweat rolled down the singer’s forehead. His face glistened from the sweat as he stood still, breathing heavily in the middle of the stage. The spotlight was pointing directly towards him.

His show in New York City has sold out completely, on a Tuesday night, with screaming fans at the barricade reaching their arms out to hopefully get the performer’s attention. 

Encore! Encore!

The shouts were getting louder now, mixing with the endless shouts of praise and unhinged screams. As much as he desired to give his fans one more song, he was completely drained. Besides, there were no more songs to sing. The show lasted about two hours, and he was ready to lay his back on the fluffy couch in his dressing room.

Will continued to wave. His prolonged smile caused his cheeks to ache. He then rested his head down and bowed to the fans. The fans cheered once again for the singer. 

As he leaned down further for his bow, he closed his eyes. He steadied his breathing, then lifted himself back up and turned towards the side of the stage. His hand was in the air, swaying back and forth.

Will was still smiling at his fans, looking at all of them to ensure that nobody felt left out. As his eyes scanned over the audience, he caught a glimpse at one face in particular that sent a chilling bolt inside his chest.

His smile did not falter. 

Instead, Will continued to look over the rest of the fans until he was fully backstage. He rubbed his mouth downwards, his fingernails scratching into his neck. He gulped as the familiar face began to haunt his mind. 

The one who possessed this particular face, its skin as old as a millennium, was none other than Mike. 

His Mike that he kept for centuries. After not seeing him (romantically and willingly, at least) for almost five years, Will was vexed. Just ten months ago, Mike promised to him that he would never bother him again. They did, however, agree to a platonic relationship if it was a century from now. But Mike was never the type to keep promises, unfortunately. The longest promise he ever kept lasted only three hours.

Being a vampire came with many things—the carnivorous thirst for blood, the gift of immortality, the everlasting yearning for companionship. Mike was interested in the third component, with a few alterations. All he yearned for was to be with his lover again. 

Will just wanted to get over it. He played this bait-and-switch game with Mike for an embarrassing amount of years. Too many exhausting years to count the times he has suffered in. Though, with him successfully resisting Mike’s gestures these past few months, Will truly believed he was able to overcome this. Eventually. 

Mike was standing behind the barricade, towering over the fans. His red lips separated as he peeked his head towards the stage to see him exit. The vampire leaned into the gap between the barricade and the stage. After getting a little too close to the stage, three security guards had to hold him back from proceeding further. He raised his hand up in the air, waving desperately to get Will’s attention, but failed. 

As Will fully exited the stage, Mike slumped his shoulders and glared. 

Will was rushing down the hallway, his backstage crew following around him. One of them was holding a plastic bottle with a pink swirly straw, pointing it towards the singer as he took a few sips. Another gave Will a hand towel for his sweat. His manager and publicist walked adjacently to the singer. They spoke simultaneously, causing Will’s head to spin. 

“Our team has signed you up for a fan signing at a convention in two months from now. A little after your new album's release date. Should we book you another place for the location? Or—”

“A trailer is fine,” Will replied, putting his hand up towards the man that was holding up his plastic bottle. 

“Very well, we shall book the entire hotel for you.” 

Do they ever listen? Will thought, rolling his eyes.

“Will, your Instagram account has risen drastically after tonight’s performance. There are thousands of reels of you singing from tonight's show that have broken the algorithm, and statistics show that you have gained a million followers! I mean—look at it, this is a new record!” 

Will did not care about fame. He never did, really. What he cared about the most was getting back to his dressing room, drinking a bottle of his red wine, and taking a quick nap on the couch.

Will continued down the hallway, heading straight towards his room. The crew continued with him, asking questions in quick succession. He drowned out the noise by replacing their voices with his own. Followers, fans, engagement, statistics, none of them mattered. 

There were worse things at hand. 

“Justin, can you call my driver to pick me up in an hour? I would like to rest in my room, privately.” Will says, looking at his missed text messages on his cellphone. 

“Of course,” his manager responded. As they made their way towards his room, Justin reached towards the doorknob and opened the door for Will. After the singer stepped inside, he closed the door behind him. 

Will made a beeline towards the couch. He jumped on it, his body bouncing against the cushions. His arms wrapped towards one of the fluffy pillows. He hugged it against his chest while he brought his phone in front of his face. 

There were a few messages that took over his lockscreen. He didn’t bother checking his emails. He quickly read over his mother’s text messages, then gave a quick reply. Then, he swiped on the message to open up the chat from the person he slept with two nights ago. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about this person. To Will, he was fun. He had decent stamina, and his personality was great. Though he was physically attractive, Will didn’t see him as a potential mate in the long run.

Will rolled his eyes as he read over the message. 

Chance

heyyy :) you wanna meet up before you head over to uk? 

He bit at his nail. Not really.

Will

hii

“What do I even say to this?” he sighed to himself. His finger tapped on the side of his cellphone, impatiently conjuring up a response in his mind. He thought about his schedule, and if there was anything he needed to do anything tomorrow. 

On second thought, his flight for Europe wouldn’t be until Thursday. So, what’s the harm? Maybe he could feed on him once he’s done with him.

Will

okayy

Chance

sounds good ;) where and what room 

Will

same place

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The singer let out a long exhale, swiping away from the messaging app and clicked on YouTube. He briefly scrolled through the home page before searching up ASMR videos to help him relax for his quick nap. After finding the perfect video, he dropped his phone onto his chest and closed his eyes. 

Will’s hand rested behind his head, supporting it as he laid down on the couch. He immersed himself with the sounds from the video, taking in the relaxation as much as he could after that strenuous concert. 

He wanted to forget about who he saw tonight. If only he had the power to erase his memories and start fresh. 

Something that bothered him, after all of these sudden and unexpected appearances from Mike, is that he felt somewhat impressed. The surging confidence that Will developed over the years—that also helped him grow as an artist—played nothing but a magnet to Mike's persistence. Going towards the barricade at one of his shows to grab his attention was insane, but he hated to admit it was a little impressive. 

What he wasn’t aware of was that it was only about to get worse.

Before Will was able to drift off, he felt his phone buzz. He ignored it, thinking it was Chance replying. Then there was another buzz. Then another. 

Will groaned, lifting his phone up to see what the issue was. His eyes widened at his new text messages. 

Unknown Number 

heyy

why didnt u wave at me ???

helloooooooo

Chance

ok see u soon pretty x

Unknown Number

missed ur voice 

so i came to watch you

also got a haircut too

ik u can see these :p

“God damnit, Mike. You fucking idiot.” Will groaned sharply, dragging his fingers downwards on his face. Of course he found his number. Mike may be an idiot when it comes to love and relationships, but he can be smart as a whip when it comes to… other things. 

He quickly shut off his phone, closing his eyes again to get back into the trance he was in earlier. Sadly, he was no longer able to. 

A few hours later…

Will was back in his suite, wrapping a white towel over his waist as he got out of the shower. The air inside the bathroom was hot and steamy, almost like a sauna. He rubbed onto the foggy mirror to get a clearer look on his face. After applying lotion on his face and drying his hair with another towel, he exited the bathroom. He walked towards his bed and sat on the edge. 

After picking up his phone, he checked a missed text from Chance.

Chance

be there in 5 min, took an uber 

Will

👍👍

Will looked around the room to see if anything was out of the ordinary. The lamps were exactly where he remembered, and the curtains were shut. The TV was playing some late night TV show, but Will ended up turning it off. The rest of his clothes were hanging inside the closet. 

He stood up and walked over to the closet, grabbing a pair of maroon sweatpants and a white graphic tee. After putting on his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. 

Will walked over, peeking through the tiny hole on the door, then opened it after seeing who it was. Behind the door was Chance.

He was wearing a black hoodie and dark jeans. His black hair was messy underneath his hood. He proceeded to pull the hood down, fully revealing his face.

Chance also looked around the hallway, checking if anyone saw him. 

“Hey, I—”

Will didn’t feel like talking. He just wanted to get down to business already. He pulled Chance inside of his room, then kicked the door closed behind them. 

Chance’s eyes widened as Will grabbed onto his face with a tight grip. He pulled him closer, their lips crashing and moving, all while Chance was still trying to register what just happened. 

Will closed his eyes, pouring his energy into the kiss. His hands were all over Chance’s, snaking up and down his body as their kiss deepened. The other hesitated before giving in to the kiss, following Will’s movements by wrapping his arm around Will’s waist to bring him closer.

Their kiss lasted for another minute, until Chance pulled away. His hand rested on top of Will’s chest. 

“I brought a bottle of vodka, if you’re into that.”

Will looked over to Chance’s hand. He was holding a clear bottle of a brand of vodka.

“Mmhmm.”

Will knew he wasn’t going anywhere near that bottle tonight. 

“Perfect, so do you—”

Will was about to tell him to shut up before crashing his lips onto his. He was hungry for a night of pure heat, and quenching his thirst for human blood. He bit at Chance’s lip in between kisses. Every single bite grew deeper, just enough for the skin on his lips to bleed. Luckily, Chance was too stupid enough to notice.

The bottle was placed on one of the nearest tables in the room, and was never touched again.

Chance wasn’t sure what was going on, but was still into it. He continued to follow Will’s movements, kissing him insatiably as he brought the both of them towards the white bed. His hands pushed Will onto the bed, then hovered over his body. They both continued to kiss.

Will grabbed onto Chance’s wrists, each of his hands near both sides of his head. He moaned into the kiss as he tasted drips of blood land on his tongue. Chance’s hand slowly began to reach underneath his white t-shirt, running it along his abdomen and into his pants. 

Chance pulled away, once again. “You sure you don’t want to—”

“Just,” Will sighed. Drips of Chance’s blood lingered on the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue around his upper teeth, causing his canines to sharpen from the taste. 

“Can we… Let’s just fuck—is that fine?” 

“Of course it is.” Chance replied. 

He began to take off his hoodie, revealing his black tank-top and a silver studded belt that wrapped around his pants. Will played around with the belt. He tugged at it, bringing Chance’s crotch closer to his own.

Chance then lifted up Will with his arms, scooting him closer towards the pillows. He hovered on top of the singer, lowering his head to press his lips against Will’s soft skin. 

They continued to take off their clothes, throwing them on the chair next to the bed. Their bodies were now bare, with only their necklaces and undergarments left. Chance palmed at Will’s erection causing the latter to gasp. 

Will’s breath hitched as he felt Chance begin to kiss around his lower abdomen. His knees rose up as his fingers grabbed onto Chance’s black strands. His other hand went towards his mouth, biting his nails to stifle his moans. He helped Chance take off his boxers, and threw it across the room.

“Siri, play some music. Anything is fine.” he says towards his cellphone, keeping his eye on Chance. Will leaned his back on the pillow as he felt Chance’s tongue trace down his hardened cock.

A song began to play on his phone. But, it was too quiet.

“Siri, mmmphh… Turn up the volume. All the way.” Will ordered once again, soft moans interjecting his words. The song began to play louder, in sync with his whimpers.

While his phone was playing music at full blast, Will placed both hands on top of Chance’s head. All of his fingers tugged at the locks, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure. His hips buckled after feeling Chance’s fingers wrap around his length. 

Will looked down at Chance, making eye contact with him as he continued to suck him off. Chance didn’t look away. Both of their eyes were filled with desperate lust. Chance’s eyebrows drooped as he lowered himself deeper onto Will’s cock, choking from his length. He moaned against Will’s cock as he sucked before lifting himself up to gasp for air. 

Before Chance was able to say anything, Will grabbed his cheeks with one hand. Chance was a hot mess. His cheeks were flushed red, little beads of sweat built up near his hairline, and his mouth was drenched in saliva and precum. 

“More.” Will demanded. “Do not stop.”

He moved Chance's head down again towards his cock. Chance felt a little uncomfortable due to the sudden demand, but he wasn’t against it. He gulped before wrapping his lips around Will’s length. 

This time, Will was more rough. With his hands, he moved Chance’s head on his cock, ensuring that his cock was all the way inside of him. The movements grew increasingly belligerent. Will gradually stopped guiding Chance’s head, allowing the other to suck at his own pace. His fingers remained inside his locks.

After a few minutes, Will grabbed at Chance’s head, flipping the both of them to switch sides. Chance was now the one lying down on the bed, with Will on top. His cock was still inside the other’s mouth. Chance cupped his hands onto Will’s rear, squeezing the checks as he felt Will slowly shift his hip back and forth into his mouth. 

Chance moaned underneath Will. His hands travelled towards his lower back. The sounds of his muffled moans on his cock made Will twitch in pleasure.

The sexual chemistry between Will and Chance was… mild. Chance was by no means picky when it came towards sexual standards, though Will was only interested in getting his own pleasures satisfied. Except, he wished Chance’s stamina would last a little longer. Finding him at one of the private clubs in New York was still a gift, however. It was nearly perfect. 

Will was solely interested in doing whatever he could to set his mind away from Mike. Whether it was getting violently drunk or completely ignoring Mike's dramatic gestures, Will just wanted to get rid of his apparition that haunted his mind. It floated carelessly inside his head, interrupting his daily life like a recurring flea. 

It was intoxicating. It was exasperating. Will was suffocating under Mike’s grip. All he wanted was to breathe again—and he finally had it.

Will didn’t realize the both of them flipped over again, with his head pinned down against the mattress. Chance was pushing Will’s head down, his hand clenching his brown shiny locks. Will let out a stifled whimper. He felt Chance’s other hand lift up his waist, poking his cock near his entrance. 

Chance spat onto his cock and Will’s rear, wetting it as much as he could before pushing inside. Will yelped out as he felt Chance fill up his insides with his large length. His hands gripped onto the bedsheets, his eyes rolling back again as he took it all in. 

One thing that bothered him—that creeped up to the surface of his mind involuntarily—was that Chance was nowhere near the same size as Mike’s. 

He felt Chance slide in and out, gradually picking up the pace. The bed creaked slightly from the movements. Will moaned as Chance leaned down to breathe down the singer’s neck. He wrapped his arm around Chance’s neck as the other thrusted into him.

Along with the steamy atmosphere inside the suite, the vampire was bombarded with a variety of senses. That aching thirst for blood. The hazy rush. And, that uninvited suspicion. The feeling that he was around. 

Will smelled him. That familiar scent he knew for far too long. It wasn’t here in the room, however. He could be anywhere. 

He looked over at his phone, sneering. He watched over his cellphone that lay on top of the nightstand, continuing to moan from Chance’s mild thrusts. Will speculated the worst possible theory—Mike could be listening. Hmm.

Maybe that was a good thing.

An hour later…

Chance lay next to Will on the bed, his side facing away from the vampire as he slept. Will was fast asleep as well. His phone was lying down next to him, playing an ambient video of rain sounds. There was constant buzzing and messages that came from his phone. 

The both of them laid on the bed peacefully. Soft snores came out of Chance’s mouth as he slept. Will breathed softly as he dreamt about bathing in blood. 

The phone kept buzzing. The buzzing wouldn’t stop. Tons of messages popped at the top of his screen in desperation. Whoever the “unknown” number was, they spammed Will’s phone as if it was a dire emergency. 

Then, Will’s phone began to blare out his ringtone. Will shook from his slumber, his eyes softly opening from the sudden noise. He groaned softly in irritation. He looked at his screen—his vision blurry—and noticed someone was calling him. 

It must be my manager or something, he thought to himself. Except, it was not. 

Will yawned, swiping his thumb at the bottom of the screen to answer, then pulled the phone towards his ear. 

On the other side of the call was the sound of someone snacking on something. Chips, most likely. The crunch echoed inside of Will’s ear, confusing him even more. 

“Hello?” Will groaned sleepily. His eyes were still closed, but his attention was fixated on the caller. 

Sounds of crinkling from the chip bag came from the other end. Will pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to the caller crunch on whatever he was eating. The sound was irritating, and he was on the edge of hanging up. That is, until he heard a noise on his phone that depicted the switch from an audio call to a video call. 

Hearing this caused Will to open his eyes. He brought the phone to his face, finally getting face-to-face with the culprit. To nobody’s surprise…

Will grunted in vexation. Now, this was just pathetic. 

His phone beamed a bright light against Will’s face, reflecting the blinding lights of Mike’s room. He was lying down on his bed, his head propped up with a pillow. Around his red lips were orange chip dust. 

“Hello? Who’s this?” Mike asked, frowning. He continued to shove more chips into his mouth as he glared at the screen. 

You’ve got to be fucking with me.

“Really, Mike? Are you serious?”

“Oh, Will!” Mike swooned, smiling. His teeth were stained into a familiar red, with his canines sharpened. He must have fed on someone earlier, and was now fulfilling his other craving.

“Finally, you answered. I was beginning to wonder when you would.”

“Why are you calling me?” Will swiped at his face, squinting at the time on his screen. The clock read 2:32 in the morning. Mike and Will would usually stay awake at this hour, but the latter was too exhausted to.

Will felt the chemistry between them naturally pop up again, as if they never parted ways. Will hated it. He knew that even if he played along with Mike’s lies, he would always end up heartbroken. 

Will groaned once more. He was not going to play this game again—

“I was at your show earlier. Why didn’t you wave back?” Mike asked, chewing on chips. Will rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t hang up already. 

“I texted you a bunch earlier, too.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Will replied sharply, his teeth clenching in frustration. As he scrolled through his texts, boiling anger developed inside his chest. Mike spammed him like there was no tomorrow. All of his text messages were unhinged.

Unknown Number

hi will, it’s me, ur mike

do u hate me? 

i got a haircut. 

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hey so lately, i’ve been thinking. i think im ready to be friends 🙂

are you going to respond…?

if i died rn would u care

i miss u so so so much it hurts

There were too many messages that he missed. Scroll after scroll, the messages wouldn’t stop. Will felt his head spin reading the embarrassing amount of messages his Mike sent him. He couldn’t believe how pathetic his ex-lover could get.

“Can you not fucking do that to my phone?” Will growled towards Mike, angrily scrolling through the sea of texts. Mike let out an entertained laugh.

“Sorry, next time I won’t.” 

“No, there won’t be a next time. I’m fucking blocking you, you absolute psycho.” 

“C’mon, Will. Don’t say that. You know you don’t mean that.”

Will glared at his screen. Mike had that same devilish smile that always provoked him. He wanted to punch that smile off his face and stab him in the heart a million times. All Mike ever did was piss him off, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

"Are you drunk?"

“Maybe. Where are you?” Mike asked curiously, pausing his chewing. 

Will scoffed. He thought he would already know. It was too late, he was going to punish Mike for his stupidity.

“I’m in my hotel room,” Will answered. He scooted next to Chance, bringing his phone with him. He pointed the phone’s speaker near Chance’s mouth, letting Mike hear the soft snores coming from him. 

“Look who stopped by to visit.”

Hearing this caused Mike to throw his chip bag across the room at full force. Will just dropped the biggest bomb known to mankind. Mike began to explode into pure, unhinged anger. His veins popped out of his head. His teeth grew sharper as he began to demand answers from his Will.

“Who the fuck is that?” he growled. Both of his hands were on the phone now, his face close to the camera. A hint of his double chin appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Who is it?”

Mike’s voice snarled into Will’s ear. Though his voice was forcefully fierce, Will remained unfazed. He bathed in Mike’s anger.

“My new boyfriend.”

“You let that thing inside you?” Mike shouted over the phone. The sounds of his yelling started to break through the phone’s sound barrier, causing Will to press the buttons on the side of his phone to lower down the volume. 

“I can’t believe that you would—” The video quality from the call began to pixelate as a result of Mike’s poor connection. Will sighed as he watched the video call chop up into bits of him getting into a nervous breakdown inside of his room. 

The camera paused onto Mike’s angered face, then showed a blurry picture of him in the midst of ripping off his shirt in overwhelming fury, then his camera was face down on the bed as he screamed in agony in the background.

Will rested his hand behind his head as he watched his ex-lover fall into a downward spiral. 

“After all these years we’ve— I have never loved someone— How dare you—” Mike’s voice rambled on the other end, except his connection was only able to provide snippets of his silly declamation. The lag was choppy and repetitive, failing to completely portray Mike’s tantrum. 

The poor connection from Mike’s end added onto the foolishness from the vampire, along with his unnecessary tangents. His words were meaningless and desperate. It only made Will want to stray even further from him.

Sounds of objects being thrown against the wall and screams emitted from the phone. Will watched with a blank face. He looked at his nails briefly, checking to see if he needed to tend to them. He felt so bad for Mike he wanted to laugh.

Will’s phone displayed a “connection error” from the caller’s end. He silently waited for Mike’s connection to be restored. After a few seconds, Mike was sitting down on the edge of his bed, his head buried into his hand. He silently sobbed to himself, but there were no tears. Will rolled his eyes. It was all an act—a devastating act of pure manipulation. 

“How could you, Will? I have loved you for centuries,” Mike croaked out. His voice was muffled against his large palm. 

Will shrugged at the camera, staring at his reflection on the screen to check out his face. His fingers brushed his locks to the side, then fixed the hairs on his eyebrows. Mike kept complaining and whining on the other end, but Will continued to ignore with a blank face. 

There was nothing to feel sorry about for Mike. They have parted ways, and the promises they kept after those harrowing centuries have long gone by now. Years and years of raw agony, envy, and secret affairs has led to this. A thousand years of living, along with thousand years of experience.

Will continued to brush his fingers around his face, fixing whatever he saw was out of the ordinary, while listening to Mike’s never-ending rant on how many years they suffered together. Ironic, that he listed the many times they suffered. What he didn’t add was his consistent lies and infidelity. 

“You didn’t even compliment my new haircut. Did you even see it?”

Will looked up and down at the other vampire. He was right, he did get another haircut. Except, there was one little problem. He didn’t care.

“We’re not together anymore.”

“Okay, and? You loved my hair.”

“Not really. Never did.” Will chuckled. 

“What?”

Will nodded his head slowly. It was sort of true. 

“How could you?” Mike sobbed. Tears began to well up in his eyes. His voice began to have a whiny tone again—desperate for his ex-lover’s admiration. A simple compliment would’ve made his night.

“What about his hair? What does he have that I don’t?” 

“A bigger dick.” Will smirked. It was a complete lie. But, it was enough to anger Mike.

“How dare you!” Mike cursed once again. His voice was still loud after setting the phone volume as low as Will could.

The night was getting tiresome, and Will was getting bored. Providing Mike the attention that he wanted was no longer of interest, and he was ready to doze off to ASMR.

“You know I’m gonna block you, right?”

“Block me?” Mike scoffed at the camera. He shook his head at Will, snarling through his teeth. Will twirled his finger around a lock of his brown hair as he waited for Mike to finish his sentence.

“Then, you know I will always find you, right?”

Will rolled his eyes. Yeah, whatever. I don’t care.

Mike was still rambling about whatever he could to try and lure him back into his grasp, but he failed. Without a second thought, Will pressed the red button on his phone to end the call. Will immediately went towards his contact information to block Mike’s number. He then began to text Justin. 

Will: hey can we change my phone number again and increase my security 

im getting a stalker again. 😬

Throwing his phone onto the nightstand, Will yawned and closed his eyes to drift back to sleep.

Two months later…

Will was in the midst of his fan signing event at a convention in California. He has been signing and taking photos with fans for about thirty minutes now, and he was craving some coffee. The line snaked around the stanchions, with an endless amount of fans waiting to get their moment with the famous singer. 

The vampire scratched at his eyebrow, his permanent marker almost falling on the table as he listened to his fan’s request. The fan was a young girl, most likely in her forties, and was wearing merch of Will’s face on it. 

“You want me to sign what?” Will asked, his facial expression full of disoriented confusion. 

“Can you sign this to my grandfather? He is a big fan of your work.”

Signing to a grandfather is insane, he thought to himself. But, as long as his music was uplifting the public somehow, it didn’t really matter. 

“Alright, alright. I’ve never signed to a grandfather before,” Will admitted, smiling. The poster was a picture of his latest album that he released a few weeks ago, and the fan signing event was to help promote it. 

“So, who’s the lucky guy?”

The fan smiled. “His name is Joseph Wheeler.” 

Will burst out to laughter, leaning back in his seat. He felt like he was going insane. Was this a joke? Was this a prank? Two months of peace and quiet, only to be bothered by the flea once again. Of course he would be here. Of course he would be involved in this, somehow. 

He was here somewhere—all he needed to figure out was where. 

“Sorry, to Josh Wheeler, right?”  His canines retracted to normal as he turned towards the mini poster on the table.

The fan shook her head and grinned. “Joseph Wheeler.”

Will’s mind began to race. He was still chuckling quietly to himself as he signed onto the poster. Josh Wheeler. The name rang into his head like a stubborn bell. It rang and rang, causing his blood to boil. Though, he couldn’t help but contain his extravagant anger with an unhinged smile. He was so close to flipping the table upside down.

Joseph Wheeler, Josh Wheeler—it didn’t matter. They were different names, but the problem remained the same. Wheeler could mean two things. Either this is a descendant from Mike’s extended family, or that this was one of his kin of the women he had an affair with centuries ago. 

That wretched lying slut, he thought to himself. Now his litter is scattered everywhere. He has poisoned this planet to oblivion, and now the world has to suffer from his pollution. 

The third option, that he hoped was the case, is that the fan was paid by Mike to mess with him. It was the only option that he wished to be true. 

God dammit, where the fuck is he? 

After signing the poster, the fan happily took it into her hands. She squealed in delight like a teenager, then thanked Will several times before being escorted out of the line. Will continued to laugh to himself. 

Show yourself, you coward. 

Will looked over at the line. It was still growing, and he was glued into that chair for another hour. All he needed to do was maintain himself and get through this nightmare. 

He sniffed at the air. There was a sour scent that reeked of hunger and lust. It was no doubt the same vampire that he messed around with from years past. Though, Mike was nowhere to be found. Will pretended to mindlessly scan over the audience, searching for that familiar face, but couldn’t find him through the sea of men and women. 

Will continued to interact with the fans. Signing posters, shaking hands, taking quick selfies, and uncomfortable small talks. Mike could be anywhere in the line. He must have blended in so perfectly. Searching for one particular face in a crowd of a thousand was trying to scratch an unreachable itch. 

Fan after fan after fan. About a dozen fans have passed by now, and Will was growing impatient. The smell was getting more potent by the second, yet there was no sign of him anywhere. Will’s nose twitched at the scent.

Wherever he was, he was close. Too damn close. Will looked over to the sides of the signing table. There were four security guards, two on each side, watching over the fans. 

Suddenly, the water pitcher and the glass tipped over on the floor. The glass crashed onto the floor, bits of glasses spreading across the area beneath Will’s feet. He looked at the scene in shock, immediately getting up to call someone to help him clean up the mess. 

A security guard waved over to someone behind the tapestry, calling them over to help out.

The water somehow splashed onto his pants, near his right thigh and ankle. The damp area on his jeans began to make him uncomfortable, causing him to ask one of his team members if he could do a quick clothing change. His trusty manager, Justin, was kind enough to make him do so. 

Justin turned towards the crowd of fans that waited in line, and was handed a microphone by one of the security guards. 

“Sorry, everyone! We are going to take a quick break before continuing. Please stay put!”

The fans groaned in response. 

Will was then escorted by one of the security guards behind the tapestry before encountering another team member. Will was too busy staring at the glass cut on his ankle and the water that stuck on his jeans. As he looked up to see who was going to escort him, he froze in his spot. 

“Right this way,” Mike grinned. 

He was wearing the black-on-black uniform the convention staff wore, and had a fake name tag attached to his shirt. He wore a black baseball cap that had the name of the convention center. And what angered him the most was getting face-to-face with the worst immortal alive.

He looks stupid.

Will tried his best to handle himself. As much as he wanted to throw Mike across the room to torture him, he didn’t want to create a scene in front of his fans. He smiled, infected with resentment, then followed behind Mike as they walked towards a golf cart outside of the building. 

They were now alone, in the hidden alleyway for convention staff and special guests to walk through. It was night time. Luckily, they didn’t need to cover up their skin to hide from the burning sun. 

Mike sat in the driver’s seat, patting the passenger seat as if Will was a dog. Will scoffed, then headed towards the seat behind Mike’s. 

After shrugging it off, Mike started the golf cart and began to drive it down the alley way. He looked as if he was going to turn his head around and say something, but Will forbade it. His movement was swift and inhumane, immediately digging his sharp nails onto Mike’s neck. The grip was deadly. But Mike still remained joyful for some reason. 

“We are going to your trailer, right?” 

“Yes.” 

Mike attempted to move his head, but Will’s nails dug deeper into his skin. 

“Move and I’ll kill.” 

“You cannot kill me, William.”

Will burst out in laughter. This fool, this irritating fool. Always pushing the wrong buttons to try and get a reaction out of Will. He played this petty game before, but it will not work. 

“Try me. When you wake up, your body will be burning under the morning’s sun.”

His nails dug deep enough until spots of Mike’s skin ruptured, leaking tiny drops of blood onto his fingers. The scent of his sweet blood floated around his nostrils. Mike committed to a diet of sweets on purpose, it seems. 

He knew I would react like this. 

And he is trying to reward—no, he is trying to lure me back into his mental prison. 

Will leaned in from his seat as Mike drove, sniffing towards Mike’s neck. 

“Go ahead. It's your favorite.” The familiar aroma of strawberry cheesecake clicked inside of Will’s mind, causing his canines to sharpen as he stared at Mike’s neck.

The scent of his blood was so sweet, it was almost nauseating. He ached for it. He wanted to press his lips onto his neck and lick every single drop. But, he conjured up every inch of strength inside him to resist. 

Will leaned back into his seat, letting go of Mike’s neck. They continued to stay silent during the ride. Luckily, the trip was brief and Will’s trailer was now in front of him. He rushed inside of the trailer. Mike followed behind him, but was met by the trailer door immediately. It slammed shut, almost coming into contact with his nose. 

Inside the trailer, Will was stunned. There was a dead body lying on the floor. It seemed that the body was bleeding behind his back, creating a pool of dark blood on the floor. The scent was overwhelming, and very alluring. His canines grew sharper as he stared at the pool of blood. 

Behind Will, Mike managed to surpass the lock with his superhuman strength and barged inside. He looked at the body, and faced Will. 

“Do you like it?” 

Will did not respond. His eyes remained fixated on the bleeding body. The scent of his blood grew stronger as he listened to Mike’s words. He tried to drain out his voice, but it haunted his ears like a stubborn parasite. 

“I found him on Tinder. Or actually, Grindr. He wasn’t really a nice person, to be honest. So I took the liberty of—” 

Before Mike was able to finish his sentence, Will quickly flew towards Mike, wrapping his hand around his neck once again and pinned him against the wall. The inhumane force shook the trailer, a dent behind Mike’s head appeared on the wall. Mike grunted briefly, but gave Will his usual unhinged smile as he felt Will’s fingers tighten around his neck.

Will’s eyes were red, the outline of his pupils yellow and glowing in anger. 

“What the hell are you playing at, Michael?” he snarled through his sharpened teeth. Drool foamed inside of his mouth as he stared into Mike’s eyes. 

“Just thought you were hungry.” Mike smirked, his canines sharpening as he gripped onto Will’s wrists. 

“Hungry?” Will scoffed. His head jerked towards the body. “Who even is that guy?”

“I just told you. I found him online. Gosh, he talks so much.”

Will tilted his head at Mike before tightening his grip even harder. Mike’s breath staggered under his lover’s painful touch. 

“Sounds like you just matched with a mirror, you fucking imbecile.” Will growled. 

He shook his head at Mike, before slowly letting go of his neck. Mike was finally able to breathe again, falling onto his knees to catch his breath. He placed his hands on his neck, rubbing it to ease the stinging pain. He then looked towards Will, who was walking towards the limp body. 

The corpse was becoming paler.

“But, that's him, right?” Mike croaked. His fingers continued to rub at the spots where Will strangled him. 

“Who?” Will spat.

“Your boyfriend. Carlton, right?”

“What?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I found out who he was.”

Will stared at him in disbelief. He looked over to the body, then back at Mike. That dead person was a completely different person. 

“That’s not him.”

Mike’s frown softened, his eyebrows drooping in worry. “Wait, what?”

Will screamed in anger.

“Oh, my fucking—Mike! You, you, you, you—” Will paced back and forth in the room. His hands rose up to his hair, clenching at his strands in distress. He hyperventilated as he paced in the living room.  

Will wanted to curse him until he passed out. But there were no more insults that he could use against him. He already used them all up in those five hundred years.

“Oh…” Mike muttered to himself. He bit at his lip as he realized what he had done.

“Couldn’t you have done this, at least, in a private area? What has crossed your mind to do this in my trailer out of all places? Especially during a public event that is still happening, by the way! What has happened to your brain? Who are you?”

Mike sucked at his teeth. His eyes kept switching from Will to the body.

“So, who was it?”

“His name was Chance. And I already disposed of him.” 

“Really? When?”

“Last month.” 

“Aww, you do love me.”

“No. I do not. Fuck off,” Will rolled his eyes at Mike. He gestured at the body with his thumb. 

“I’m not hungry, you can have him. Just make sure to clean up when you’re done.” 

He walked over the body, making sure to not get any blood on his clothing, then reached for his clothes inside of the closet. Mike stood there, not knowing what to do. He watched Will change into a new pair of clothes. It has been a while since he’s seen his bare body.

“Where are you going?”

“What do you mean, where am I going? I have a fan signing event.”

The trailer reeked of blood. 

Mike walked towards Will, but he immediately stopped him from getting any closer.

“Stop! Don’t touch me.”

Mike froze in his step, groaning to the ceiling. His hands rose in the air as he sighed. 

“I’m just trying to help you, Will. Here, give me your dirty clothes and I’ll drive you back.” 

“Absolutely not, Michael. Clean this mess you made and leave me be.” Will snapped, discarding the clothes that he was wearing earlier onto the couch. His eyes avoided the dead body and headed straight for the door. 

Mike, relentless and stubborn, followed after him. Will ignored that too. 

After reaching for the door handle, he exited the trailer. Mike watched him leave through the doorway. Without turning back, Will began to speed walk down the alleyway and returned to the convention center. 

He wasn’t sure how long he had been missing from the event, but he hoped it wasn’t too long. Giving himself a bad image towards his fans was not ideal. Plus, having a dead body bleeding out would only make matters worse. 

Will was welcomed back by his team, which led him back to the table. The fans cheered as he waved towards him. He finally sat back down on the chair, smiling at the crowd. The manager handed the microphone to him, which he gladly took. 

“Hi everyone, sorry about the delay!” Will apologized to his fans, with a guilty smile. He gave a brief speech to ease the fans that were waiting for him, before allowing the event to continue.

After a minute, everything was back to normal. The usual signing, selfies, and being asked to say a specific one-liner. Will finally felt relieved. Though the event was tiresome, it was better than being stuck in a trailer with Mike.

That is, until—

“Hey, Matt.”

Will clenched his permanent marker. 

“Hey… George.” the security guard greeted Mike, frowning at his name tag. The guard stood tall, crossing his arms as he watched Mike head towards Will. 

“Just ignore me, there’s an electrical issue that they asked me to fix,” Mike informed, staring at the ground as he walked towards the table Will was at. Will watched him through the corner of his eye in embarrassment. He felt his ears beginning to burn in hatred. 

There was a wire on the ground that was affected by the water. It was attached towards one of the light stands near the signing table, which Mike followed. He followed along the wire, stepping closer to Will. He then bumped into Will in his seat by accident. 

Will snarled subtly in response, his canines sharpening. “Get the fuck out of here,” he hissed under his breath. 

Mike heard him clear as day, but ignored him. “Oh! Here’s the problem. It’s under the table.”

There was a white cloth that completely covered the entire table, allowing him to have the perfect cover for what he was about to do.

“Don’t you dare,” Will growled. He was smiling towards the fan in front of him, but his voice painted a different picture. 

“What did you just say?” the fan asked, frowning. 

“Huh? I didn’t say anything.” Will replied. He smiled at the fan, hoping to easily brush it off. Luckily, the fan smiled back. 

Under the table, Will felt Mike move around. Crawling around like a mindless peasant. As the fan walked away from the table, Will felt Mike’s cold hand wrap around his ankle.

This bastard.

After feeling the chilling touch, he immediately kicked at Mike’s face with his foot. Sounds of tumbling came from underneath the table. The security guards frowned at Will, but he pretended nothing was done. Mike’s muffled groans emitted from the table. Will snorted quietly to himself.

Mike cleared his throat underneath the table. “Here’s the wire!”

His hand grasped at the end of the cloth that was touching the floor. He lifted it up, his head popping out from under the table. He looked at the guards and Will. There was a little bruise on his chin. “I found the problem! It should be fixed in a few minutes.”

One of the security guards nodded their head slowly at Mike. They weren’t sure what his problem was. 

Mike crawled back under, now facing Will’s crotch. 

“I’m such a big fan, Will! I’ve listened to your music for three years!” 

“Three years? Wow, thank you so much!” Will gleamed towards the fan. His eyebrows cocked up as he checked the fan out. The fan looked as if he was in their twenties. He stood tall, had curly dark hair, and tanned skin. And he had a good sense of fashion too. 

“What’s your name?” Will asked. 

“Ezio,” he replied. Will nodded his head, licking his lips. “Can we take a picture?”

“Of course.”

Will leaned over the table, his head close to Ezio’s shoulder as they posed for a selfie. They both smiled at the camera. 

I hope he hears everything.

Mike scrunched his nose as he sensed what was happening above the table. As Will sat back down, Mike leaned in closer to his crotch. 

“So, you’ve been listening to my music for three years—”

Will gasped. His mouth was agape, looking down at the table. 

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” Ezio asked. He looked at Will, his face full of worry.

Under the table, Mike unzipped Will’s pants. He reached his hand inside the hole. Through the denim and boxers, Mike took out Will’s cock. He stroked it, teasingly gentle, listening closely to Will’s reactions. 

“N-nothing. I f-forgot to sign your p-poster.” Will sputtered, a nervous laugh leaving his lips. His hand struggled over to the permanent marker that was lying on the table, then hovered over the poster the fan was holding.

This fucking bastard.

In the line, a group of fans whispered among themselves from the scene. Will was starting to sweat. 

Will struggled to put his signature on Ezio’s poster. His writing looked a little messier than usual, but as long as he was able to finish…

“Thank you so much!” Ezio thanked, the lights in his eyes beamed as he stared at Will’s signature. “Thank you!”

Will nodded at the fan. He watched as Ezio walked away, another fan replacing his spot. His elbow was on the table, resting half of his face in his palm. As he watched the fan walk away, he felt Mike use two hands. His moan muffled into his hand as he felt Mike’s spit land on his hardened cock. 

He hated that Mike knew exactly which button to push. 

With Will’s other hand, he quickly grabbed at Mike’s hair. Mike grunted, in both pain and pleasure, and was forced to suck at Will’s cock. Will pushed Mike’s head down, making sure his lips wrapped around the tip. 

He quietly moaned to himself as he felt his cock fully inside Mike’s mouth. 

“Hi, what’s your—ah, name?”

“Sophie.”

Will smiled at the girl. As they continued to talk, Will kept his cool. He, somehow, was able to compose himself as Mike pleased him. His hand was still guiding Mike, rapidly and forcefully, using his mouth for his own pleasure. 

The girl rambled on how much Will’s music changed her life and whatnot. Will listened, but was not fully there. He nodded along to her speech as he dragged the marker across the poster with his name. He moaned as he felt Mike fully envelope his cock with his mouth and throat. As he felt the tip touch the back of his throat, he forced Mike’s head to stay put. 

Luckily for Mike, he did not react. Years of experience—with Will and his…other affairs—he has learned to become de-sensitized to gag reflexes. Will knew this for a long time. And he hated that Mike was the only one who could do this. 

Fuck. He actually missed it. 

Sophie tilted her head at the poster. She frowned at the drawing Will made in the middle. “Um, is that a—” 

“No! No, no it’s not.” Will panicked, immediately adding more details to the obviously drawn penis. “It’s a rocket ship.”

“Oh…” Sophie cooed, admiring the drawing. She watched as Will drew fire coming out of the end and a window in the middle. “Wow, you’re so talented Will! Who knew you were such an artist!” 

Will flapped his hand to humble himself. It still looks like a penis. 

Mike sucked harder at his cock, causing Will to hiss at his teeth. He felt his canines sharpening again. A bead of sweat rolled down from his forehead as he kept pushing Mike’s head up and down his cock. His tongue swirled around Will’s shaft, just the way he likes it. Will groaned silently, his hips slowly thrusting into his mouth.

As more fans came to visit Will, he felt that he was starting to get a hang of it now. Act like nothing is happening, and be mindful of what to sign. And definitely no more penises. 

Will felt himself getting closer. Mike sensed it too, and sucked his cock with a faster pace. He tried hard not to make any noises under the table. Will shoved his cock deeper into Mike’s mouth as a fan walked away with their signed poster.

“Don’t stop,” Will mumbled. 

Another fan was making their way to the table. But, within their footsteps, a bunch of merch slipped out of their hands. One of the security guards went over to them to help.

“Fuck, Mike…” Will hissed. His face was getting red. 

Mike was enjoying every single moment. He licked up and down Will’s shaft, then inserting his entire cock into his mouth. The warmth of Mike’s wet mouth brought Will closer to climax. The surge was inescapable now. He was on the edge, ready to tip over any moment now. Mike’s movements were just too good to resist. With Mike’s pace, he was gonna—

The fan greeted Will with excitement. “Oh my gosh, hi!” 

Will tried his best to maintain a steady image. He smiled at her weakly, as his mind was elsewhere. He panted briefly before picking up the marker again. His teeth nibbled at his bottom lip as he felt Mike suck faster and harder. His thighs squeezed at Mike’s head, causing the other to force his legs apart as he sucked.

“Mmmphhh… Um, so what is your name?”

“My name is…”

Will didn’t care. He didn’t give a single damn what their name was. 

He felt the sudden rush overwhelm his body, causing him to exhale in pleasure. The fan watched him bend down to the table, frowning in confusion. “Um…” 

Will’s cheek rested on the table, his hand stroking at his cock as he ejaculated onto Mike. Under the table, Mike stuck his tongue out as white spurts shot out from Will’s cock. Some landed on his tongue, while the rest landed elsewhere on his face. As Will stroked every last drop from his cock, he slowly rose from the table. 

The fan’s eyes were widened. Will’s eyes widened just by looking at their reaction. 

“Are you okay…?” 

Will licked at his lips. His eyes darted around the area, then fixated on the poster that sat in front of him. “O-oh, yes. I’m okay, I just had a cramp—” 

Sounds of ruffling were heard underneath the table. Mike crawled out of the table, his hair was messy and his hands were wet. He looked like he was lost, for some reason. 

Mike stumbled in his step, using one of the security guards to balance himself. 

“Alright everyone, the problem is fixed,” he says, his face full of lust and sweat. He looked onto the floor, dumbfounded, as if he just ran a marathon. To everyone in the room, it looked like he was working hard. To Will, he looked pathetic. 

“I’m gonna…go. And do my taxes. Or something.” Mike mumbled, licking his lips at Will. There was a spot of white near his cheekbone. 

Two hours later…

“Alright, show yourself you bastard. I know you’re hiding.” Will sighed, scratching at his hair furiously. He paced around in the living room of his trailer. 

Mike didn’t even bother hiding his scent. It just was too obvious by now, and he was getting lazy.

Then, ruffling sounds of colliding hangers and clothes came from the closet. A body emerged from the closet, revealing a sheepish Mike. 

“God fucking damn you, Mike! Out of all places, you decide to come here and bother me once again! Have you no shame? Have you no respect for my privacy?” Will yelled. His face was completely red from his lashing anger.

Mike rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You dare shout at me after I pleasured you?”

“That was a one time thing— Don’t you try and stray away from the topic!”

“Okay, what else do you want me to do? Should I kill all of the men you have slept with while we separated? All hundred of them?”

“What the fuck? How in the world did you know that?”

“Oh please,” Mike growled. He stepped closer to Will. “I have eyes and ears everywhere. I heard it all. I’ve heard your moans as you fucked, you barbarian!” 

Mike pushed at Will, causing him to stumble in his step. 

“I’ve heard it all, you whore!”

Will began to laugh. He bent over, his hands grasping at his knees.

“Whore? Well, at least I’m not a dried out slut like you! I've suffered your infidelity after all these years, you drab. And look at your hairline—it's receding!”

Mike gasped. “How dare you?” 

Will marched over to Mike, pushing him. 

“Yes, oh how dare me,” Will sarcastically whined. He pushed Mike once more. “How dare I watch you betray me over, and over, and over again. Night after night. Both women and men.” 

Will gave one last push towards Mike, cornering him into the wall. He stepped on his toes to match his height. 

“Countless affairs. Countless nights of your unfaithfulness. You disgust me.”

Mike wrapped his hand around Will’s neck. They both glared at each other in hatred. Will was angry for all the correct reasons, while Mike had to suffer the consequences. 

“I paid her.” Mike admitted. 

“What?”

“The fan. I paid her to fool you.” 

Will snarled his teeth at Mike. “I fucking knew it.” 

At the same time, Will was relieved it wasn’t a descendant from Mike. He sensed authenticity in Mike’s tone. Though, he still didn’t know how to forgive him after all these years. 

“I hate you.”

“No, you do not," Mike’s grip tightened, causing Will to yelp out. "You need me as much as I need you."

After a minute of intense staring, Will yanked Mike’s hand off his neck and walked the other way. His hand rubbed at his neck to relieve the pain, catching his breath at the same time. 

“Just get out.” Will croaked.

Mike scoffed. “I’ve come here to apologize, William. Can’t you see that? Yes, I’m sorry that I cheated on you. And yes, I deserved to suffer under your lovers.” 

“Get out.” 

Mike walked closer to Will, who was standing still near the door. Will’s back was turned against him. 

“Please, William. My love, my one and true love. Nobody will ever compare to you. You are my moon, my soul, my heart. Please forgive me.” 

“Get the fuck out, before I—!” Will screamed, turning around. His eyes widened as he saw Mike stand in front of him, towering over his height. With his hands, his fingers clenched at Mike’s shirt in anger. 

He wanted to strangle him. He wanted to claw at his face. He wanted to kill him. 

But, instead…

Mike grabbed at Will’s face, kissing him with pure desperation. Within seconds, that same chemistry that never left between them, resurfaced. It felt as if they never separated. They were back to their true selves, with their kiss igniting the passions they experienced from years past. 

Their teeth clashed as their kiss deepened. Their tongues danced around each other’s mouth, relishing every single spot throughout their kiss. Mike’s hands shoved Will’s body closer to his, while Will moaned inside his mouth.

Both of their heads moved swiftly as they kissed. Tongues crashing, teeth colliding. It was as if they were trying to devour each other. 

Will tried to fight back his vulnerability. He was still frowning at Mike, with a few moments of visible softness in between. However, one thing he was unable to hide was his moans. Nobody kissed him like this. Out of all the men he slept with throughout his tour, not a single one could amount to Mike’s sexual energy. Not even Chance. 

They slowly began to float into the air, furiously kissing. Their hands fiercely explored each other's bodies as they floated. Mike held Will like it was the first time, while Will clutched his fingers on the other vampire's clothing. Mike then forced the both of them into the wall, causing another dent. Will’s back was against the wall, his wrists being held by Mike as their kiss deepened. Mike began to lick at his chin then down his neck. He kissed and nibbled towards the spot he strangled Will. 

Will whimpered. He hissed as he felt Mike palm his erection. Afterwards, he pushed Mike into the wall across from them. He flew over to Mike, hovering over his body to prevent him from escaping. His hands gripped tightly against Mike’s neck, harder than before. Mike moaned in pleasure. 

They both began to rip off each other’s clothes. Will’s sharp nails ripped through the fabric of Mike’s clothing, scratching onto Mike’s pale skin through the process. Mike stripped Will down to his boxers. They both floated against the wall, their clothes dropping to their feet. 

Mike wrapped his arms around Will, spinning them around to position Will against the wall. His chest was flushed against Will’s back, his hand rubbing at his entrance. With his other hand, he clenched Will’s hair to keep his head against the wall as he touched him. Will grunted as he felt Mike trace his tongue down his back. He whimpered, feeling Mike kiss and lick around his entrance. 

“Aghhh, fuck,” Will whimpered. Mike knew everything, nook and cranny. It was like a weapon. 

Mike’s tongue slobbered directly at his entrance, then slipped a finger inside. Will yelped at the sensation. Drool from Mike’s tongue leaked inside, lubricating every single corner. He began to move his finger in and out of him. 

At the same time, he licked and fingered him while hearing Will’s lustful cries. His own erection grew harder as he heard his lover whimper at his touch. Mike’s plan was working. 

After a while, he stood back up and poked his cock onto Will. He wrapped his arm around Will’s neck—not to strangle him this time—and brought him closer to his chest. Mike breathed into his ear as he forced himself inside Will. 

Will’s eyes rolled back. The sensation overwhelmed him, causing his waist to arch against Mike. His head leaned backwards, his eyes meeting Mike’s. Both of their eyes glowed violently red. 

Mike did not hold back. He thrusted into Will as hard as he could, earning submissive moans from his lover. Exactly the way Will liked it. 

They stared deeply into each other’s eyes as they fucked. The strong thrusts from Mike caused the whole trailer to shake. He rammed into Will with great force, making sure his whole entire length was marked inside of his vampire. 

He is mine.

“I will kill…every single man…that touches you,” Mike grunted in between thrusts.

“Every single man you fuck.”

Will whimpered in response to his thrusts. He missed it so much. He couldn’t escape his never-ending moans—the fire he was chasing the last few months with dozens of men was nowhere else but here. 

Mike was the answer. And he fucking loved hated it. 

“You will not,” Will replied. He groaned after Mike pushed his head back against the wall. His eyes rolled back once again. “Fuck…”

Mike leaned down to his neck, sharpening his canines. Before he was able to inject his teeth inside of Will’s skin, he blinked as he found himself lying down on the bed. He smirked as he realized Will brought them both on the mattress. Mike was still inside of Will, but he was no longer the one thrusting. 

Will grinded against his erection before moving his hips up and down. His hands were placed on Mike’s abdomen as he mercilessly rode him. Mike leaned his head back into the mattress, grunting at Will’s movements. His fingers dug into Will’s waist. He whimpered at Will’s pace, biting his lip as he saw his lover’s pretty face possessed with hunger.

They both watched each other sink into depravity. Both weakened by vulnerability and lust. Even after all those harrowing years, the blazing fire they created never burnt out. It was still there. Untouched. 

Will leaned down, his face close to Mike’s. Both of their faces softened. 

“I…I…” Mike sputtered. He loved him. And he regretted everything he did. 

Will put his hand over Mike’s mouth. His hips began to move more vigorously. Mike grunted louder underneath his hand. His hand went towards Will’s hair, but ended up getting pinned down to the mattress. 

With one hand, Will gripped both of Mike’s wrists and put them over his head. With his other, he grabbed Mike's neck. He looked at his lover one last time before baring his fangs. Will leaned down, injecting his canines into his skin to draw his blood. 

Mike snarled as he felt Will drink his blood. His blood tasted similar to strawberry cheesecake, causing Will to drink some more. He made sure to not completely drain Mike’s body, for he was not done with him yet. He took one last gulp, then detached from him to gasp for air. His teeth were bloody. With his tongue, he licked at his front teeth to relish the sweet taste. 

The sounds of Mike's grunts enticed Will to grind even faster. He moaned through his teeth—taking in the pleasure of Mike's cock inside of him and his savory blood. Will stared at Mike's messy face, his eyelids lowering in contentment as he rode.

Mike took the chance and flipped them over, getting on top of Will this time. Beads of sweat from his forehead dropped onto Will's cheeks. 

“Missionary? Ha, what are you, a puritan?” Will teased. His hand rested near his lips as he felt Mike continue to thrust inside of him. He stared at him with lustful eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mike grunted. “If you wanna get treated like a whore so badly…”

He took out his cock before flipping Will over. After landing Will on his stomach, he pushed his rear upwards to arch his back. 

“Then I’ll fuck you like one.”

Mike entered Will once again, the both of them grunting in unison. As he thrusted, he pulled onto Will’s hair. His lover yelped out in response. The thrusts were inhumanely fast, and he was on the edge of spurting his release all over his sheets. Will’s hand wrapped around his throbbing erection as he moaned from Mike’s vicious movements.

Will felt a stinging pain on his ass cheeks after Mike spanked him. The way he hit him was enough to leave a bruise the next day. His head fell back onto the mattress, feeling Mike hold his wrists against his lower back. His cock grinded on the bed from Mike’s thrusts. 

Mike grunted louder, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. He leaned towards Will’s neck and began to lick near his ear. Will’s moans echoed across the trailer. He wondered if anyone was able to hear them both. 

I hate that…I still love him.

“I’m close,” Mike moaned, thrusting even harder. “Where do you want it?"

Will gasped as he felt Mike thrust deeper. He began to hit the spot that nobody was able to. He loved it to death. 

“Inside,” Will begged. “Please.”

His walls were coming down, and he was ready to fully submit. He couldn’t help it. He loved Mike too much to let him go. Nobody was going to fuck him like this. 

Mike grunted louder as his pace began to pick up. Mike plunged into him at full speed, the sounds of their skin coming into contact with each other echoed across the room. The pace was so intense that no ordinary human could handle. This is exactly what Will was seeking for after all these months. With each thrust, Will was nearing his climax. His teeth bit on the gray bedsheets as Mike ravished him mercilessly.

Will’s whimpers and moans grew louder as well. He screamed into the mattress as he began to reach his orgasm. 

Mike faltered after seeing Will’s current state. After a few more thrusts, he grunted as he released himself inside of his lover. Their moans synced as they both rode the waves of their climax. Though Mike was still riding the high from his orgasm, he couldn’t help but continue to thrust into Will. His moans softened, sounding more vulnerable, then faded into sharp exhales.

The overstimulation overwhelmed Will, driving him into a state of ecstasy. He did not want Mike to leave. He needed him more than anything.

Mike was right. He always was.

After a minute, they both collapsed in exhaustion. Mike lay next to Will, who was still moaning against the mattress. Mike scooted towards Will, taking his lover back into his arms. 

Mike finally had him. He had Will wrapped around his finger once again, just like the old days. A century without him would’ve drove him into suicide. There was truly no one else like his Will. 

Will snuggled up against Mike, breathing heavily. His entire body was sore. 

He thought about what life would be like if he continued to stay away from Mike. Would he ever find someone that possessed the same sexual energy as him? Or will he drown in the sea of boring men? Ah, well. Who knows. 

Will was planning on cheating on him anyway.