#vampire saeran

Ray's fingers nervously dug into his frilly sleeve as he shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm sure... I think your flowers are a lot more beautiful in the moonlight. I can admire them all I want during the day inside, you know. It's not that much different than when I look during the evening before I head home."

While you understood Ray was anxious around the sunlight because of his sensitive scars, you still didn't understand why he tried his best to avoid the light like the plague. You knew sun damage could be the harshest thing on someone like him with scars that didn't have many layers beneath them to quell the UV rays but in the same vein, there were all kinds of creams and shades he could wear if he wanted to be outside during the day.

He worked from sunrise to sunset, never once making a point to set foot outside of the B&B until it was time for him to leave. He was very good at his job and it was no wonder your parents wanted him to stay on full-time considering how clean he kept things. But, you knew the cute boy in front of you yearned to be where you were. He wanted to be a gardener, too. But, since you'd had that job since you were a little kid, he never stood a chance at taking your title from you.

Ray didn't want to.

Which, you had a feeling that was why he settled so nicely into the maid position. He was happy knowing you were happy, and while it was all fine and well for him to settle in comfort, you'd seen the look in his eyes before that said he wanted more. Why else would he stare at the garden all day while you worked? That hungry look in his eyes... that was a thirst for the dirt beneath his fingertips. There wasn't any other explanation to show for his anxiety.

You'd reassured him time and time again that he could have fun in the garden, too, and there would never be any threat to yours or his job... but he didn't listen.

He always stepped into the shadows whenever a hand offered to bring him into the light. If it wasn't the fear of getting new burns or the fear of trying to undermine your role, you hadn't the slightest idea what kept him from pursuing the view he often admired from afar.

It bummed you out to see him hold himself back. It reminded you of the days when you were first getting to know one another! Back then, Ray had been so afraid of making mistakes that he wound himself up like a wind-up doll and tried to stick his routine on autopilot. He did a good job like that but anyone who looked at him could see he wasn't having a good time. These days he could smile, giggle, and even cut loose on the job whenever you found time for a break. He wasn't stiff anymore, but this seemed to be the only spot he wouldn't budge on.

"Alright," your hand fell to your side as you tried to hide your obvious disappointment. "I'll see you at the end of my shift, then. I have to do some work on the other side of the property before I close up for the day. But, I expect to take an evening stroll before we go home, Ray. I may not be able to admire the flowers during the day, but I'll be sure to take advantage of your moonlight!"

"Of course, [Y/N]. I-I promise I'll wait for you."

Ray licked his lips, offering a gentle wave to send you on your way to finish your work, and unbeknownst to you listen to the sound of your beating heart as the blood began to pump harder and harder... mixed with your adrenaline and sweat. The sunlight was always a risk to his safety but it was always a benefit to yours. He couldn't act on desire if you were beyond his reach. He couldn't do something stupid if his fear of the sunshine kept him at bay.

But, it was getting harder and harder every day to control himself in this way. Your heart beat a little faster when you saw him. The scent that followed was delicious. He wanted to taste you... to know what your blood would feel like trickling down his throat... but to taste his perfect flower was to reveal what he was and what happened to his body a lifetime ago. People judged him enough for his scars, but his gnashing teeth?

That was another story.

You wouldn't think the same of him if you knew what he'd done in the past... nor would you be so willing to take a stroll with him all on your own. His heart may have been gentle but his fangs were not. He had no control over them when he thirsted for something sweet, and out of all the blood he'd ever smelled, yours was by far the sweetest. If he ever had a taste of you... it would be the end of him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hurting you. The thought of his bloodlust being thrust upon you made him feel sick.

And yet, he fantasized about it.

He watched your every move as you dashed around the garden from the windows while he cleaned. He imagined dropping everything and running to your side. He imagined cornering you against the grass in earnest as you revealed your neck to him, quivering, whimpering, and all but sobbing for him to consume you. Those thoughts could've very well consumed him. Had you been there when that woman used him as a pawn, he might've changed you, too.

He hated the idea of taking away your right to choose if you lived or died, but he couldn't help but drool at the fantasy his mind cooked up every time you smiled at him. It wasn't as if you hadn't shared a small moment of intimacy with him already! You kissed him plenty since he confessed his feelings to you, and you'd almost gone further with his Saeran more times than he could count. The only thing that you had yet to see was their truest form... and as he stood there, gripping the broom in his hand so hard he feared it would shatter the wood, those thoughts found him again.

He wanted you.

No, he needed you.

Which was why he clenched his eyes shut and prayed for the feeling to stop before he did something he couldn't take back. Once he had a taste of your blood, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking it, not even if Saeran could step in to do something. Because, it was just as bad for Saeran. He wanted you, too. How much longer could either of them do this without marking you?

...

That particular question was answered at the end of their shift. It wasn't long into their evening stroll when you hoisted Saeran off his feet and propped him up against one of the stone walls that lined the garden edge. It was just tall enough for his legs to dangle but not tall enough to do much more than separate the flowers by section. Your body settled between his thighs, giving you the space to pepper his chest in kisses.

Saeran didn't need to breathe but he always did on purpose when you nuzzle your nose against his chest. It was a small gesture. The smallest for a human, anyway, but not for someone like him whose body responded to every act of admiration with gusto. He squished his thighs together to make sure you couldn't wiggle off, but you paid no mind to the little "prison" he caged you in.

You wanted to be there.

"That's my maid," you teased. The gentle words were always cheeky and tender against his skin. A hand tangled itself into his hair, itching every scratch that bothered him before you found him. "I didn't even have to train you to do that for me."

You never paid mind to how cold they were given just how readily your body transferred its heat but tonight was different. Every kiss you paved across their exposed collarbones made it harder to ignore his desires. Your fire was their fire. Your heat was his heat. The blood pumping in your veins was burning for him. It was burning for them in every way imaginable.

How could he hold back when your body was the one pleading for more?

He couldn't hold back. He refused to hold back. He needed you. He needed you like your body needed air to survive. He needed to taste your blood and confirm how sweet it was. He settled his mind when you smiled against the space where his heart would be. As his very precious gardener lifted their head to look him in the eyes, crimson washed over baby blue in a heartbeat. You didn't shiver or shudder when his true eyes appeared as Ray's heart once feared.

In fact, you leaned in even closer and made sure your hands held onto Saeran for dear life. The very creature that could've stolen a precious world away from you.

He whispered, "Do you trust me?"

Without hesitation, you replied, "Always."

You tilted your head to the side as he leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose against the space where your throat met your shoulders. It was just as sweet pressed against your skin as it was from afar, no, even sweeter. Your breath hitched as his fangs pierced your skin. He had been given the chance to indulge in your delicious body to his heart's content and he would be a damn fool to not try to satisfy himself.

Call him greedy, but he would never turn down such wonderful blood when it pleaded to be his.

The sound of your heart...

Thump, thump, thump, thump...!

It pleaded his name.

Saeran, Saeran, Saeran, Saeran...!

It would sound no different if Ray took you first. Ray... Ray... Ray... Ray! Your heart would've cried! You wanted him just as much as you wanted Saeran, after all. But, since he was the first to take his fill of you, he would indulge as if your heart was only crying out for him just this once. His tongue lapped at the marks he left behind to not miss a single drop of your essence. Not a single inch of you would be left for waste.

Your woozy hands remained around his shoulders as cradled you close to his chest. He no longer had a heart to call his own. Those years of humanity were long gone, but yours were not. Your heart was his heart in that very moment, desperately pleading to be not just his, but Ray's, too... forevermore. You could be their heart... a gentle beating heart that reminded him of what it felt like to be a human when they were anything but.

Unknown never expected to pick up an assistant, nor did he expect to find one who didn't need to consume any food to survive. But, in his haste to remove someone who had no idea how a cellphone even worked, he made the mistake of dragging his prey back to his office without realizing that the windowless room was the perfect place to become prey himself.

Your sharpened fangs and wild eyes were one of the reasons he was drawn to you, but he thought it was a fashion trend.

Never did he once believe that your fangs would be as real as he was. Your teeth were sharper than any knife, and in the light of his flashing monitors, you looked more like a monster than he ever did. He didn't know how to feel about it, but, he was caught like a cat who nabbed the canary, only to realize the bird was far larger than he was.

You were useful, though.

For whatever reason, he picked up a creature of the night who didn't want to hurt anybody. Even if somebody had it coming, you weren’t the type to make anybody pay for it. Leave it to him to find a pacifist vampire, he hissed under his breath when you made yourself known to him. You could be of use to me if you used your fangs and almost impossible strength to tear apart my enemies... or bring them to me in an instant.

You wouldn't do that.

So, he had to make better use of you. He made you his assistant because it was far easier to have someone who only needed blood to survive. It didn't cause any trouble with his work and meant he didn't have to waste his time leaving his office to care for a lowly assistant. He didn't even have to worry about taking care of you, you took care of yourself. At least, for the most part, he couldn't let you stray far... if you left Mint Eye, you would run away from him, after all.

Which was how you came to this conclusion in the first place. Your teeth buried in his neck for a meal while his fingers continued to tap and hammer away on his mission. Since he was sitting down, he did not have to stop what he was doing to deal with the loss of blood. By the time he stood up again, his body had already gotten used to the blood loss and he could move around without too much effort. That was a fair deal.

You were good at convincing people to leave him alone, you had organized all the files he'd managed to steal from the RFA, and you knew how to operate a camera system. All that in exchange for a few measly drops of blood? It wasn't that difficult to make that deal in the first place. It was easier to deal with your damned fangs than it was to go to the basement and have elixir poured down his throat.

If he had to pick between the two different types of pain, he'd pick your fangs every time.

His vision blurred as your tongue lapped up the blood that cascaded down his throat. "Sorry, boss," your quiet voice broke through the soft sound of his ears ringing. "You taste so sweet to me for some reason. I might have taken more than I was allowed. You're the only human I have ever met was willing to give me blood, after all. It's hard to tell what's too much sometimes."

"My blood is all you need," his haughty voice cut through the haze of delirium. "You should.... count yourself... lucky that I let you feed off... off of me... in... in the first... place..."

Your hand stroked the side of his head, pushing back the bangs from his face as his clammy skin revealed itself. "Rest, my sweet human... even though I made sure you ate before I did, I know that was a lot to lose all at once."

"I'm not w..."

"You're not weak in the slightest," you assured him. You lifted your head to reveal your bloodstained lips, covered with traces of the very source of his life. It made his heart quiver and his body heat up with desire he couldn't yet understand as you added to your words with a twisted grin, "You're just my favorite treat."

Wouldn't it be better to give you something that's "fresh" instead of something that's been sitting in a cooler for a long time? Wouldn't it taste better if the blood was warm? You should take his blood... that wouldn't hard to give to you every few days... right? If he could take care of you by becoming your main source of food, you might never need to leave him. He fantasizes about that... about being important to you, so important that you would need him forever, but there's also a deep-seeded fear beneath that.

What if his blood isn't good enough?

That's what will bother him the most, and it'll eat away at him little by little until he admits what's bothering him. Even if he's the tastiest thing in the world, he's always going to be afraid that he won't be good enough and you won't want to keep him around. This has to do with the fact that he'll convince himself the only way he can be close to you is if he offers himself up as a blood bag.

That's certainly not true but it's what he'll do to convince himself when he hits rock bottom after being with you for some time. It's no different than him offering to be your punching bag, if he can simply be a source for sustenance, that means he's providing something important to you and proves he's useful. He thinks he has to prove himself to be with you because of the way he's been treated, after all. 

You'll have your work cut out for you when convincing him otherwise. Because, he isn't some means of sustenance for you, he's important to you and you want him to know that. He deserves to know that he means more to you than just a meal. He doesn't have to offer himself up as a sacrifice for you to care about him, and frankly speaking, you might be frustrated by how often he's trying to offer himself up when he can barely take care of himself as it is. 

Even if he's the best you've ever had, you won't want him to sustain long-term injuries when his health is already as poor as it is. The best thing you could do in this position is convince him to take better care of himself, because the more he takes care of himself, the easier it would be for him to offer his blood. You wouldn't feel as bad about taking it if the smallest bit of blood loss wouldn't make him feel sicker. 

Suit Saeran, however, we all know he has a different way of handling what's on his mind. As we all know his health is in a worse place than Ray’s is, because he’s coming out of the basement with an extra session of elixir burning in his veins. No amount of false bravado and puffing out his chest will make him seem stronger than a pole in the garden trying to keep your plants from toppling over during a storm.

He's destroying himself by trying to protect himself with anger, and it won't do anything good for him in the long run.

He's going to want you to feed from him, after all, you did the same thing to Ray. They share the same body, so that means their blood should taste all the same to you, so you shouldn’t kick up a fuss or say that he’s not your type. Go ahead and share that experience with him because if you don't, you're not going to be able to get any blood to survive.

Unlike with Ray, who would've made sure you had other blood if he couldn’t visit you, I can see him taking away that option so you would have to feed from him. This line of thinking isn't all that different from the normal reality when he doesn't let you have any food, but that isn't to torture you, it's a byproduct to make sure nobody puts anything in your food. They've been drugged a thousand times with poison in their food, they're not going to let anybody do that to you.

Of course, most people don't think about that fact, it's far easier to focus on the way he angles it than it is to dive deeper. I imagine he would assume that someone might try to taint the blood with silver or something that could hurt you. 

Whether or not you understand that comes down to the way you would handle that situation. Even if you don't want to drink his blood because you understand he's going to get sicker than he already is if you do that, at some point, you're going to have to take care of yourself because if you don't, who's going to make sure he survives? I imagine there are things in play keeping you from using your full strength to not only get out of this place but protect them, but you likely have enough strength to protect him in a moment of severe danger when it comes down to it. 

So, what could have possibly happened in this situation to have put him in a position where he had to wake up in the first place? If you ask me, considering the canon I set up in that oneshot, I imagine it could only be Rika realizing the truth about your status as Ray's mate, given the fact that your blood tasted like Heaven to him and he could never get enough of it. I imagine he made a mistake and that fact was revealed.

Well, it would force her hand and make her lock you away in your room far, far from Ray.

The reason why she decided to do that would not be clear until later, but being away from you and being forced to work into the ground would only put him into a position where he worked himself until he couldn't take the thirst anymore. The thing with him in this universe is that he becomes more and more frenzied the longer he's away from you, and while he doesn't want to hurt anybody, he can't exactly control blood lust.

I think it would overwhelm him to the point where he couldn't handle it anymore, and he shut down, allowing Suit Saeran to step in because that’s his entire thing. His entire role as he sees it is to step in when Ray can no longer exist to be strong in the way they have to be to survive in this place. 

Of course, he would struggle with the blood lust as well, but I imagine if he was able to prove himself in some capacity through his anger, she would allow him the opportunity to toy with you at his worst. I imagine she believes if she lets him get thirsty enough, it won't take much for him to get rid of you and that'll take care of her problem. It never goes according to her plan, though. Things never work out the way she intends them to! 

So, even though she put him in the position where he should want nothing more than to drain you dry, he wouldn't be able to do it. He would toy with you like a cage animal for some time, but he would never take enough blood to hurt you. He isn't the type to spoil you the way Ray did by making sure you had everything you needed after losing some blood, but he would shove juice in your hands with a deep scowl on his face, “My blood bag can’t perish when I'm just getting started. Drink that.” 

However, I do have a sinking suspicion that he would have a moment where he drinks way more blood than he intends to, and that is what stuns him to the point of losing control and allows Ray to suddenly appear once again. Just as it happens in the regular universe when he pushes you too far and he repeats the words his mother once said to him and it viscerally charges him into a state of silence. Ray is petrified of putting you in a state like that, so I imagine it would leave him unable to focus as well when he sees you unable to do anything because you are bleary-eyed and dizzy. 

It is the guilt of losing control that would haunt both of them. There would be some kind of conversation about that guilt and what it means to lose control with somebody as vulnerable as you. But, you would be quick to say that they are just as vulnerable, just in a different way. Neither of them intended to drain you dry but they were put in a place where they could no longer control their actions no matter how much they fought to. The desire to quench thirst is insurmountable for a vampire. 

I am still not entirely sure how we would get to the point where GE Saeran could wake up. It would take a little bit of canoodling because ultimate universes do not always play out the way things do in canon. So while I am not entirely sure how I would piece that together, I do know I can tell you a about what kind of vampire he would be to make up for it!

That is if you manage to make it out of this situation without becoming a vampire yourself. 

GE Saeran has a routine.

He creates a routine with you because he doesn't want to fall into another predicament where he makes a mistake again and he loses control. I imagine it would be quite helpful to be close to Jumin in this situation. Canonically, he has communication with a vampire, so it wouldn't take that much work for him to be able to supply blood when needed. That would be great as it could take care of most of the pressure in this situation to make sure he can feed.

Of course, the insatiable desire to have yours would never go away. I believe I described that situation very well for Ray. He wants to have you more than anything and his body stops at no length to make him reach out and take it no matter how controlled he thinks he is. So, he would have to create a routine where he can enjoy himself and you can enjoy yourself as well. 

Your energy is going to be spread then after that situation, so he would make sure to prepare an entire meal for you after his meal. He also prepares the first aid kit and a dozen other means that could give you what you need when you need it. Some may say that he is over-prepared for the situation but he would rather be over-prepared than under-prepared in the long run because you matter more to him than any drop of selfish blood.