MONSTER

as soon as he felt the man kiss back, he felt invigorated to kiss him more, letting their lips slowly fall into the sway. as he revealed more to the other man, he could see the walls breaking bit by bit in the other, and lark realized that he really wanted to make sure this one guy wouldn’t need to starve himself or be too scared to try and feed. his vampirism meant he had needs that had to be taken care of. lark hummed as the spoke about the veins, feeling that little spark of pain when he first sunk his fang, but a little moan left him as soon as sam began to drink. it was painful, but it wasn’t as painful as the other man had made it out to be, maybe even a bit pleasing, or maybe his tolerance for this was high. “fuck, s-sam, remember to pace yourself,”

“i was only a child trained to kill, experimented on, tortured, but that’s a life of the boy in the past. the boy here now is not the same as the one that was back then, and neither are you.” lark smiled at the way the man took his hand, his grip was firm but gentle. he followed the other man with no quals, no regrets or second guessing what was about to happen between them. “hey,” he spoke up, words softly drifting between them as he pressed his body against sam’s. “i want this for you, it’s okay, sam.” he mumbled, leaning in slowly until their lips pressed, a soft peck to reassure the man. “nothing could ever be as painful as what you’re feeling right now, i just want to take your pain away.” lark kissed him once more, letting his lips linger longer on the other man, his taste now covering lark’s lips. “i trust you, sam, so please, take my blood. is there a way you prefer to feed?”

when he felt the others body against him; a small exhale left him. he was always weak when it came to sex. to bodies. it was the need for warmth from others. his skin held the coldness of his species. yet when the other kissed him, it took him back. no one really kissed him. not without him demanding them too. he kissed him back the second time, reluctant at first. sam’s large hands traveled down lark’s back slowly as he pulled away from the kiss. the asian man’s brows furrowed together. they had so much in common? he took was experimented on and tortured by the man that called himself ‘father’. 

a small hum left him at the question. “ you know... the best vein in right on the upper thigh, close to the groin...” he hummed again before his other hand dropped. “but first...” his head leaned down, his large fangs piercing the skin on lark’s neck; entering a vein. when the blood poured into his mouth, he latched down harder. a loud primal growl left him as he felt the bloodlust take over him. his long sharp nails dug into lark’s shoulder, piercing the skin on it. 

“i’d say i’m just not a pessimist, and well we are heroes, we’re supposed to make people believe in a brighter tomorrow.” that to lark too time to learn and believe in himself, but he grew up as torque’s son, so he felt that fire inside him grow from the embers they once were. “not once and i never will. you’re not a bad guy, sam. i was created to be a weapon myself, but look at me, we were in the same boat, so if anything you should see that nothing is set in stone.” he mumbled softly to the other. “you’ll get there eventually,” he mused, caressing sam’s features. “i trust you, so for the sake of you and your well being, take my blood, it’s okay.”

he didn’t flinch or pull away  when the other touched him. he wasn’t used to such a gentle touch. the touch seemed to make a gentle sigh leave the vampire. “i didn’t know you were created to be a weapon as well...” he whispered before he took the hand that was caressing his features. “not here....” he mumbled before he began to drag him away from the open and public space they were in.

he dragged the other to his dorm room, seeing that his room mate wasn’t there ( which was a good thing.) the vampire  was trembling as he held the other’s hand. he turned; looking at him before he dropped the other’s hand. “are you sure this is okay. it will be painful...” his hand came to caress the back of the male’s neck. and he could possibly get in trouble from feeding off a person.

“i am,” lark nodded, crossing his arms as he came closer to sam. “if you’re here it’s because you want to do better, be a hero, your past doesn’t really define you or the person you are. regardless of what you think people think of you, not everybody sees you as the bad guy, maybe you still do, i never have.” he mused. “i’m not afraid, i trust that you can take control of yourself, and maybe this way we can have you learn how to take blood at a better pace, a non lethal way. besides my healing will come in handy too.”

“I ain’t in no place to look down on anyone. I’m struggling to fit in just like you. I mean…I ain’t got no files against me but I doubt they trust me.” Alex was in there, somewhere. Right now, the demon had consumed his time and with his finer control, he was able to metamorph at a different pace. Within this body, he’d make himself comfortable while he had the controls. “I don’t think giving you my blood would do you any good. I heard vampires start to burn up when they drink from possessed or demonic beings.” He shrugs. There was one way to test the theory. Admittedly, the demon was curious but for the sake of blending in, he had to be Alex. He shakes his head. “Can’t they fabricate some vegan blood or somethin’?” 

well he had plenty of files. that’s what happens when you try to kill all the superheros. a demon.... it intrigued him. he had heard the other scientist talking about one of the other experiments in the lab that he was made in was a demonic being. he never met the others and wandered what they were like. that thought seemed to go away at the very mention of vegan blood- almost making him gag. “don’t insult me.... vegan blood? there would be no satisfaction with vegan blood. and my powers wouldn’t really work with it...”

“i’m not flattering you, i’m just being honest on how i see you.” the man shrugged, still smiling. “sure, sam.” the boy giggled. “hmm, i actually meant blood type like o positive or ab, but i guess that works too. hypothetically speaking i’m sort of a virgin, my body is always in a constant state of regeneration so everything is always reset. so if you’d like i could donate you some blood just for tonight.”

have you ever fucked in a bath full of virgin blood? i’d highly suggest it. 

but i know for some-- that might seem not ideal.

The demon didn’t blink. He was chewing on some leg of lamb or goat just to sate the raging hunger inside of him. Many of them said that they could destroy the other when the limits of combat had never gone beyond simple injury. Through the eyes of the boy, he’d witnessed their merciful acts of comradery but he was more interesting to see who had less reserve for someone else. He felt pity for the poor boy. He’d never know what it is like to be worshipped or to even be crowned a throne amongst the hellish number- and he’d never know what it was like to have his own corner of a realm. 

“No one’s stopping you.” He speaks up. He fiddles with the pants that were now joggers and his shirt that straddled the fine line of a short t-shirt and a crop top. “I ain’t here to tell you what to do but maybe we can just talk this out.” His true tone shone through but his facade didn’t match. “Besides, we’re all stuck in here. We might as well get comfortable.” 

“Garlic annoys you? But… garlic bread… garlic butter… garlic!” Uriah exclaimed, smiling at the other. “I… I know this sounds weird, but have you tried to… taste the blood of someone who just ate a delicious garlic pasta? Maybe that way you wouldn’t find the smell annoying” he suggested with a little chuckle. His smile faded into a worried expression when the other talked about his past days. “You… you wanted to terminate superheroes?” he asked, a little taken aback. “But… why?” was all he managed to say, biting his lower lip.

“really you think so? hmm maybe you’re right, hot definitely sounds better but i still think two things can be true at the same time. so you’re hot and cute.” lark commented, smiling over at sam. “that explains the attitude, you’re usually a lot more brooding and aloof, lot less fangy,” he teased. “what type of blood’s your favorite?”

Uriah raised his eyebrows when the other said he couldn’t consume food. “Oh… but… cheeseburgers… and ice-cream… Not even… tea?” he blabbered, unable to hold himself back or the millions of questions he had about the other now. It seemed like the other was not going to rip his throat off, even if the comparison had been, apparently, offensive. “Oh… I was just curious… and I thought it would be ruder to ask if the sun would make you die than, you know… if you dazzle people” he said, a lopsided smile in his features. “So… I guess that garlic and crucifixes don’t work with you?” he asked again, getting a bit closer to the other, still smiling in that kind way of his. “I don’t want to come off as too curious but… this is really cool. I never met anyone like you before. Compared to you, I’m very lame” he said, chuckling sadly. 

“you don’t scare me you know that right? i’ve seen the boogeyman, and he’s not as cute as you are.” lark mused, rolling his eyes at the little display. the man had read the power file when he had been given the specifications for sam’s suit…or hoodie in this case, and he found the man intriguing. “you know irritability is one of the signs that tells when someone’s hungry. when’s the last time you ate?” lark said eyes fixated on the other man.

Uriah took a step back again and a little panic was revealed in his face. “Oh… okay. Hi, Reaper” he said, waving his hand. “I’m Warlock Quartz. Nice to meet you”. And while the other’s statement was quite graphic, the young man nodded enthusiastically. “I do think they are cool… no demonstration needed, though. I believe that… you can definitely rip into the flesh of men and drink them dry…” he added with a nervous chuckle. “Does… does blood taste good, though? I always thought it tasted like licking a penny” he said, curious about the other’s answer. He never had met a vampire before and this was his best chance to ask everything he had in mind. “Do… you shine under the sun?”

“blood is all i know what tastes like. food leaves no taste in my mouth nor can i consume it.” a soft sigh left him when the other kept talking. this was gonna drive him insane. he liked to keep to himself; liked to keep away from all these--- heroes. another sigh left him. he had to keep himself from thinking like that. he was a hero now; wasn’t he? he was taken back for a moment at the others question. did he just--- did he just compare him to---- twilight. he felt like he was gonna be sick.  “ for your information.... i don’t glitter like edward suckass. okay. that’s not real vampires. most are allergic to the sun... and will combust into flames if in the sunlight. i am do not. i do not hold many of their weaknesses.”