#vampire stack

The bedroom of his apartment being so dim and the only source of light is coming from the cinnamon candles Stack quickly lit to set the mood. Dark red rose petals scatter the hardwood floors with 2 glass of white wine waiting for the couple on the bedside table with a towel ready for any mistakes.

He mentioned alcohol helps with the pain.

A lacy pink lingerie underwear set is revealed to his eyes and he gently pulls her bra strap down her shoulder.

“You are so beautiful” He utters, sprinkles kisses down her arm, finally landing a final kiss at her soft fingertips. His eyes flash white orbs once as he takes a glance at her but blinks them away as her hand slips from his soft grip. “So intoxicating”, flashing a charming smile, laced with mischief and desire in every word he utters.

Walking away, her eyes never leave his brown ones as she takes a seat on the soft bed sheets. Taking a short sip of the white wine, watching him undress in front of her.

Never gets old.

His muscles just glistening before her eyes, abs good enough to lick. She groan under my breath and tilts her head backwards as her back gently lands on the cold mattress but he quickly leans over her body, closing the gap between them.

The lion over the defenseless lamb

He slips the drink from her hand and takes a sip himself as he stands between her legs.

He takes a second to take a deep breath, sniffing the aroma of the room,. Her sweet blood fills his nose, along with the cinnamon scent of the candles. He starts drooling a bit as he takes her panties off and lifts her leg over his shoulder.

Her eyes capture his every move as he lick his lips, kneeling at the edge of the bed and takes a lick between her folds. A soft moan escape from her mouth involuntarily.

“Elias” She breathed .

I’m not going to survive this, she thought to herself.

He hums in response, continuing to make a mess eating,while simultaneously taking his time making sure to get every drop of her cream.

“ I wanna try something.” he calmly speaks make sure not to scare her and his white eyes dart to her face, trying to scan for any uncertainty.

She slowly nods, trusting him and feels a slight pinch shortly after.

He lightly bites the inside of her thigh with his fangs and a tad bit of blood draws.

His eyes close in pleasure as he slowly licks the blood off her skin.

He was right the alcohol does help. She barely felt anything. He was fully in control of everything making sure not to bite too deep.

“Feel good baby?” he question as he returns back to her fold beginning to eat again.

“Oh Elias..” she groans, at the mix of pleasure and pain like his own special cocktail he whipped up just for her. “More bites please,” she pleads as she fastly approaches her peak.

Stack slowly nods, slightly surprised by her desire so he takes another bite on the inner part of her thigh.

Then another.

Then another.

Then-

“Ah” she hisses as the sharp pain on the last one makes her jolt backwards a bit.

Stack quickly pulls away, head perks up, looking at her for confirmation that she’s fine..

“I-I sorry angel. I might have hit a vein but are you okay? I can stop-“ he excuses himself while quickly starting to get up but pause his motion as her soft hands glide his shoulders.

“Please don’t stop, i need it” she utters breathlessly as her eyes lower a little, giving the notion that she’s drunk off the feeling of ecstasy and a bit of alcohol.

He slowly nods and continues to lick her up and down more often than biting her.

Their fingers intertwined with one another, hers tightly gripping his but he is unfazed by the tension.

“Fuck Stack, i am going to cum- fuck- ahh please-“ she cried out, as the worm sensation coats her body as her pleas fill the room over the low music.

“Just let it all out, I’m right here to catch every drop” he promises her and boy did he fulfill it

Her orgasm washes over her for the first time as stack lands one final bite to her inner thigh.

She probably marked up badly down there, but she doesn’t care.

He quickly grabs a towel and pets dry the parts that he bit, making sure that they’re not bleeding out.

She takes deep breaths, coming down from her high though she does look up at him as he undo his pants.

She quickly set up, eager to please him next, but he puts his hand up, stopping her in her direction leading her face to be scrunched up in confusion.

“I can’t?-“ she questioned.

“not tonight, darling. I want tonight to be all about you” Stack said having such a comforting smile that quickly ease her nerves.

She lays back down and Stack lifts her other leg on his other shoulder, positioning himself at her entrance.

He slowly enters, giving her a moment to adjust to his size.

Her back slightly arches at the slight discomfort, but she melts into the bed as she finally gets comfortable. Giving him a quick nod for him to keep going.

He starts to pick up speed, going at pace she can keep up with whilst the bed creaks with every thrust. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he groans lowly, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

Their moans fill the room, “fuck, im not going to last” he groans, he slows down a bit and lands a hard powerful thrust.

He quickly pulls out and toss her on all fours. He enters again and things pick up again, hitting all her spots, leaving her breathless with nothing to do but utter moans under her breath. She feels herself letting go again being completely consumed by the mind numbing sensations washing over her mind and body like a powerful wave of water.

As he was hitting it from the back, he grips those hips, sending blows to her back. Her arch deepens as she takes it, he leans forward taking her neck in his grip and his lips mets her neck feeling her pulse under his finger tips.

His mouth salivating at the thought, but he tries to snap out of the animal instinct before he hears,

“Elias please ,” she is going through it, hair disheveled, sweat beads start to roll down her face, feeling Stack move her hair to the other side of her neck.

He takes the hint, biting his lip hesitating slightly before leaning closer to her ear, whispering, “I love you darling, I will see you soon”

With that, his bite was so gentle. The high of sex, mixed with alcohol makes the pain more tolerable. She groans softly as he holds her closer, one hand cup her neck as blood starts to spill onto the bed, the other hand cupping her breast.

A single tear runs down his cheek as his venom swims through her veins as they both reached their peaks together.

she starts to feel a little lightheaded, “Elias” she breathes and starts to grow a little weak, her grip on his arm loosen.

He quickly pulls out and pulls away from her neck with all the strength that is pulling him to keep going.

He grabs the towel, holding it to her neck, applying pressure to stop the bleeding but it continues.

His breath is caught in his throat as he listens in on her heartbeats start to slow down.

“Babe” he utters, quickly gets under the covers with her holding her in his arms. “Hey.. hey i am right here. I am not going anywhere” his voice cracks as the tears start to pool in his eyes. Anger slowly starts to creep up through the tears.

As he did understand that she wanted this just as badly as he did, seeing her in this state was something he used to have nightmares about.

Hurting her.

Being the cause of her pain.

Him ruining her chance to have a future, have kids, getting old, all that taken away with one bite.

“Elias” her voice cuts the noise of his overthinking.

“Yes! Yes babe… I’m not leaving” Elias pleas, he lands a kiss in her forehead, shaking slightly, trying to keep himself composed, but the tears leak out.

The first time she’s seen elias cry.

Her vision gets blurry and hearing goes in and out as she is losing consciousness.

“I love you” she breathes out for only him to hear, a single tear runs down her cheek, as her eyes don’t close steering to the blurry stack and everything faded to black.

As the bartender set down his drink, she lightly touched his wrist. "On the house, handsome."

Aaliyah didn't say anything. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But just silent in that dangerous, don't even breathe wrong way a vampire woman could.

Stack’s smirk faded.

"Aaliyah—baby—” he panicked, stretching his arm toward her waist.

She stepped aside as if he reeked of garlic.

He even caught her mumbling asshole over the bass of the pounding music. He could smell the spike of hurt and watched her curls sway as she walked toward the exit without looking back.

“Aaliyah,” he hissed under his breath, fangs out now. “Damn.”

He followed her immediately, pushing through the crowd like nothing could stop him. To be fair, nothing much could these days.

The night air hit Aaliyah first. It was frigid, sharp and so tranquil compared to the flurry left behind in the club. Her curls bounced with each step as she crossed the pavement, her heels clicking like a countdown that Stack wished he could end.

He followed right behind her, long strides eating up the distance. “Aaliyah—baby, can you just—”

She didn't look back. She didn't even slow down. Didn’t even give him the grace of a frustrated sigh.

Her scent stayed cold and furious, all edges and ice. Vampirism made emotions louder and stronger, and in this moment, her anger was so loud that it drowned out even the cars on the road.

"Aaliyah, please." His voice cracked, his fangs still out from earlier, visible breath gesturing to the cold. "You know damn well a nigga like me ain't interested in that lady."

She pulled open the passenger door of his blacked-out SUV with supernatural smoothness and slid in, curls spilling over her shoulder like a shield.

Stacks stood there for a beat, jaw tight, cursing himself in three different decades of slang.

Once he finally slid in the driver’s seat, it felt suffocatingly silent. Stack’s hearing was too good, so he caught every detail.

The faint click of her tongue ring against her teeth. The way her toes clenched and unclenched in her heels. Her refusal to look his way. He knew if her heart still functioned, it’d be thumping furiously.

He gripped the wheel, fingers tapping like an anxious tick, trying to keep his voice level.

“Aaliyah… baby, she was just being friendly.”

Still, she said nothing and refused to look his way.

He tried again, tone softening as he pulled out onto the road. “Angel, talk to me.”

She turned her gaze toward the window, city lights streaking across her skin like paint. The gold of her nose ring caught on a passing streetlamp, and damn, even her silence was beautiful enough to ruin him.

“Please don’t shut a nigga out like this.” Stack swallowed hard. “You know I hate that shit.”

And again, nothing.

He inhaled and winced. Her scent was a whole paragraph of jealousy and hurt, sharp enough that even his undead lungs felt tight.

When Stack pulled into the private garage beneath their sky-rise condo, Aaliyah was out and walking before he was even able to take the key out.

"Liyah—hold on!"

Of course, she didn't. She moved toward the elevator, a swirl of curls and fury.

Stack’s chest squeezed. He flashed forward, catching the elevator doors with one hand before they closed.

She still didn’t look at him.

“Aaliyah,” he breathed, voice low, finally honest, “I’m sorry, baby.”

She didn’t blink, but she uncrossed her arms, and her glowing eyes flicked over him behind her shades. Just once, and that was enough to tell him two things: She heard him, and he was going to have to work very, very hard to earn her forgiveness once that elevator stopped on their floor.

The elevator doors opened into their penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights like spilled diamonds, shadows making long stretches across polished floors. Aaliyah stepped out first, curls bouncing with each furious step as she stalked off toward the living room.

Stack followed sluggishly behind. Not because of his speed—he could cross the room in half a second—but because she was angry enough to catch fire. He had an unwavering respect for fire.

“Aaliyah…” he began softly.

She didn’t turn. She didn’t even flinch.

The only indication she was angry was the sharpness of her scent, a frosty metallic sharpness of a pissed-off vampire pride. He hated it. Hated that he was the cause of it.

She slipped off her heels, tossing them aside with supernatural accuracy. Then she marched to the window and stood there staring out at the skyline like she would rather talk to the damn moon than to him.

Stack ran a hand over his taper fade, his fangs still exposed from earlier, frustration building in his chest like an ache even though he did not have a heart to break.

“Aaliyah, please, look at me.”

Nothing.

He stepped closer, still not touching her, just stepping into her orbit. Close enough to feel the whisper of cold air around her skin. Close enough to smell the jealousy still clinging to her like perfume and punishment. "You know I ain’t interested in her." His voice softened. “You know I haven’t wanted anyone but you since the night we died together."

She stirred slightly; her curls swayed a bit, but she said nothing.

Stack blew out a breath, annoyed with himself, annoyed with the bartender, and annoyed with the time spent learning how to kill but not how to keep the woman he loved from walking away from him.

"Aaliyah," he said, stepping behind her. He didn't dare touch her, but he leaned down close enough for his breath to graze her shoulder. “She meant nothing. You hear me?"

In the glass you could see her reflection, her jaw tight, her eyes having that faint golden glow to the edge of her anger. And the gold tongue ring gleamed each time she clenched her teeth.

"You flirted back,” she said finally, her voice hushed and controlled.

It wasn't loud, but it was lethal.

He winced. "I—it wasn’t—I wasn't thinking."

"Oh, I know," she said, still staring out at the skyline. "Clearly you done drank way too much O neg this week."

Stack stepped a little closer, to the point he could feel the cold warmth of her body through the air between them.

"I apologize," he whispered, his tone heavy with conviction, as if the apology cost him his immortality to say.

Still, she didn't turn.

Again he tried, softer, almost desperate, as he reached up to pull the shades away from her face. "Liyah... don't walk away from me. Please, baby.”

Finally, she turned towards him, her eyes glowing fiercely, her curls wild, her jaw tense. The very picture of a vampire woman over her man’s bullshit.

"I’m not walkin’ away,” she said. “I’m waitin’ to see how you gone fix it."

Stack froze.

Her aroma and the challenge in her gold-ringed tongue. It hit him like a stake to the chest.

“Aaliyah…” he exhaled sharply, fangs extending fully now, hunger and guilt twisting together inside him.

She stepped backward toward the couch slowly, deliberately, expression unreadable.

“No more talking,” she sighed softly. “If you really want to apologize…”

She sank onto the couch, leaning back, legs parting to make her skirt ride up just enough to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. “…show me.”

Stack was on his knees before she even finished sitting down. That supernatural subtlety went flying out the window. He dropped so fast the air rippled, fangs flashing before he forced them back, trying to look less like a monster and more like a man begging forgiveness.

Aaliyah shifted back against the arm, steady, slow, creating space for him to lay back on the couch as the lights from the city turned her curls into a glittering crown of shadows and gold. Once he settled in, she hooked one finger under his chin and lifted his face.

"You wanna fix it?" She asked, calm but deadly.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice guttural and scraped. She yanked her skirt down and then off, the motion so efficient he hardly recognized it happening.

"Then earn it.”

She shifted forward, thighs framing his face, and he caught a glint of her gold tongue ring for half a second before she lowered herself onto him.

Stack’s breath vanished. His hands flew instinctively and grabbed her hips, fingers curling tight enough to crumple steel but gentle enough on her skin. He pressed his mouth to her heat like he'd been waiting decades for the chance, which, in a way, he had.

Aaliyah rolled her hips slowly, testing him, feeling his hunger rise through his cold skin.

He groaned into her. A low, ancient sound that vibrated through her whole body.

“Good,” she whispered, grinding deeper. “You stay right there.”

Stack didn’t move except to worship.

His tongue slid over her slit, slow at first, reverent, mapping every slick inch like a prayer. Then he found her clit, and the apology became real. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue flicking, pressure perfect, desperate, controlled only by his fear of losing her.

Aaliyah’s head fell back, a soft moan slipping out. Her thighs tightened around his face, and he growled. Not from anger, but from being home.

He held her steady while she used his face, guiding her with his palms, letting her take exactly what she wanted. Every roll of her hips made him hungrier, more frantic, and more devoted.

“Stack…” she choked on a moan.

He answered with his mouth, not words. Deep, slow strokes at first. Then faster and deeper, tongue sliding inside her while his nose brushed her clit just enough to make her moan louder.

Her hands slid over his head, gripping tight.

“You doin’ much better, baby,” she whispered breathlessly, “but you ain’t forgiven yet.”

He moaned against her, pulsing from the need to please, the need to fix, and the need to taste every sound she made.

Aaliyah ground down harder, thighs trembling. “Don’t you dare stop, Elias,” she warned.

He didn’t, of course. He licked her like she was salvation and he was starving. Tongue firm, angled, steady, drawing circles that had her breath hitching, curls falling wild around her pretty face.

When she got close, her scent sharpened with heat—not human warmth, but that electric, supernatural sweetness only vampires produced when pleasure crested.

Stack tasted it all. He wanted more, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her down against his mouth, sucking harder, licking deeper, his voice muffled and frantic with devotion.

Aaliyah shattered. Her hips bucked, her thighs pressed tight around his head, and her fingers damn near crushed his temples as she cried out, long, breathless, and shaking. Her release coated his tongue, and he drank her in like she was the only thing strong enough to sustain him.

When she finally loosened her grip, he didn’t move an inch. His lips still moved against her, kissing her slowly, reverently, like he wasn’t done apologizing yet.

She exhaled sharply, chest rising and falling even without breath.

“Better,” she praised, stroking his jaw with her thumb. “But we not done.”

Stack looked up at her. Eyes darkened with lust but still glowing, lips wet, fangs sliding back down from pure hunger.

“Nah,” he whispered, voice cracking with pure need, “I know we ain’t.”

Aaliyah slid off his face slowly, her thighs still trembling, and her curly hair stuck to her cheeks. Stack sat up slightly, chest heaving even though he no longer needed to utilize his lungs, his lips soaking wet with her release. His eyes were even darker now, black-rimmed hunger glowing around the edges.

He looked wrecked.

Good.

Aaliyah cupped his jaw with one hand, and her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth.

“Ready to finish apologizing?” she asked softly.

Stack swallowed like it hurt him to do so. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Please. Anything you want.”

She smirked and stood.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered.

He did, of course. No questions asked. No vampire pride or the usual smart remarks. Just obeying her and doing it quickly enough that the moment she turned away from him and toward the couch, his shirt hit the floor.

He was already painfully hard and leaking, desperate beyond measure for her touch.

Aaliyah sat back down and crooked her finger. "Come here."

Stack climbed onto the couch, but she stopped him with her firm hand at his chest.

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “Lay back down.”

He did as he was told, his muscles tense and body trembling. The cold skin looked captivating in the city night. Hard edges, cut abs, and a thick dick standing straight up and throbbing like he was alive again.

Aaliyah straddled his thighs, taking her precious time and dragging her nails lightly across his stomach. His breath hitched strong, broken, and unsteady.

“Sensitive tonight, huh?” she murmured in a sultry tone.

“You the reason,” he rasped.

She smiled. “Mmhmm.”

She wrapped her hand around him just at the base, and Stack bucked up hard enough to make the couch creak.

“Aaliyah!”

She didn’t stroke him yet, only squeezed him tightly, and held him there, right on the edge of sanity.

“Flirt with her again…” she said low, leaning down so her curls brushed against his chest, and added, “and I’ll tear yo ass apart just like this for hours.”

He craned his neck and groaned deep and guttural, his fangs flashing.

“I’m so—sorry,” he whispered.

She tilted her head, unimpressed. “That didn’t sound convincing.”

Then she stroked him once, devastatingly slow, with a vicelike grip.

Stack’s entire body jerked, and his hands flew to her thighs, fingers squeezing hard enough to leave marks on a human. “Liyah—baby—please—”

She stroked him again, quicker this time, the grip easy, her tongue ring flicking against her teeth as she grinned at his unraveling.

“You always got so much shit to say,” she teased. “Where’s all that smooth talkin’ now?”

He gasped—gasped. A vampire. Gasping. “Aaliyah—ohfuckohfuck—I’m gonna come—”

She stopped.

His hips jerked into empty air, a broken sound tearing out of him.

“Not yet,” she singsonged sweetly.

His voice came out strangled.

“Angel…please.”

She grabbed him again, this time stroking harder and faster, with the rhythm steady and merciless. His head fell back, eyes flickering a bluish grey from hunger, fangs fully extended.

He was a monster unwound.

“Apologize,” she demanded.

“I’m—ngh—a nigga said he was sorry, baby,” he choked out. “I shouldn’t have flirted, shouldn’t have looked, shouldn’t have—fuckfuckfuck—Aaliyah—"

"Not enough," she growled, squeezing tighter.

He whimpered her name unashamedly.

“Aaliyah, forgive me—please—I love you—I’ll never do that shit again—pleaseee—let me—let me come, baby.”

That’s what she wanted to hear.

She leaned down, kissed him slowly, and curled her fingers just right. “Come for me.”

Stack came with a groan like glass shaking in the windows. He spilled in her hand with hot, desperate pulses, body arching, fangs slick with saliva, voice raw, like centuries of control just snapped.

When he crumpled into the cushions, shaking, muttering curses, and completely spent, Aaliyah kissed his jaw and smirked. “That’s better.”

Stack was still shaking when she at last dropped his softening length. Not from fear, but from the aftershocks crashing through him in slow waves, each wave easing his muscles bit by bit.

Aaliyah slipped off his hips and curled beside him, her dark tresses tumbling onto his chest, her hand smoothing over the cold planes of his stomach. He lifted her fingers clumsily and gently brought them to his lips.

"You okay?" she whispered.

He nodded, but it was small, nearly shy, which seemed ridiculous for a man who could snap concrete with his bare hands.

“Don't lie to me, nigga. That was some intense act-right teachin' going on…”

Stack snorted softly, "I'm good." He reassured, "Better now that you ain't mad at a nigga no more.”

Aaliyah giggled under her breath—a contagious kind of laugh that made something in his undead chest ache. She reached for the towel they kept draped over the couch for moments just like this, gently wiping him clean. Her touch was sweet and careful.

Stack's eyes were on her like she was the only thing steady in his world.

When she finished, he pulled her onto his chest properly, one arm around her waist, the other stroking her curls. She relaxed against him instantly, resting her head against the place in his chest where his heartbeat should've been.

"I love you," he whispered, meekly, almost like a confessional.

She looked up at him with her gold nose ring reflecting from the crescent moon peeking through the windows. "Oh, I know," she replied playfully and pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And I love you too, idiot."

Stack smiled, pig-headedly embarrassed still. He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses brushing light and easy.

“I won't do that shit again," he promised. "I swear it."

Aaliyah stroked the line of his jaw with one finger. "I believe you, baby. That's why I forgave you."

He kissed her slowly and deeply. She hummed softly as she curled into him, one leg thrown over his waist, fingering the tips of his ears.

"C'mon," she murmured. "We should probably go shower."

He tightened his hold, refusing to let her go. "In a minute, baby," he whispered into her hair. "Just...stay with me like this."