#vampire token

It hurt. Of course it hurt when the vampire sank his teeth into his neck. But IV couldn’t help but hug him even closer, desperately rocking his hard on against the thigh that pressed so deliciously between his legs. He wasn’t sure which of them it was, but soon he felt another sharp bite on his wrist, contrasting with the feel of hands running all over his body.

“More.”, he moaned faintly. His delirious request was answered with a third bite on his thigh. IV felt as if he was about to explode, blood rushing fast as lightning in his veins and into the mouths clutched tightly to his flesh. He rocked his hips faster chasing that wonderful feeling of rapture that felt just out of reach. If only one of them would touch him…

IV snapped his eyes open as his alarm went off. The room was dark, just after sunset, and he was straining against his underwear. IV groaned frustrated and wrapped a hand around his leaking member knowing that it couldn’t compare to the dream and at the same time not quite knowing how to make that dream come true. He came fast in his fisted hand and soon got up to start his day.

Three months ago, IV had finally found Vessel, after months of Sleep filling his dreams with promises, amazing music and companionship the likes of which he thought he would never encounter. Needless to say, he fell hard and fast for the singer and his companions. But truth be told, IV was sure he already loved them before, in his dreams. He smiled softly as he descended the stairs.

“Come on, II… You know how I get. Don’t wanna freak him out.” III’s mumbled words carried very quietly up the steps and, upon hearing them, IV halted his step just before entering the living room. But, being the only human in a house of vampires, of course he didn’t listen to another word. They knew he was coming.

“IV, ready for rehearsal?” In a blink of an eye, II had a hand on his waist and was guiding him to the studio downstairs. Months now IV had been living with them and still an excited chill ran down his spine whenever they showed their vampire abilities. Sure, most of the time he could pretend they were normal human beings. They played music together almost everyday, III was always up for a videogame match, Vessel loved to cuddle in front of the TV and II, weirdly enough, was obsessed with cooking competition shows, of all things.

They also slept all day, sometimes moved faster than his eyes could see and their lips often felt like ice when they kissed him. And, annoyingly, they interpreted a lot of his reactions to the supernatural as fear. They couldn’t be further from the truth.

IV looked behind his shoulder as III tiredly rose from the couch. They thought he didn’t notice, but he did. The purple bags under his eyes, the sunken cheeks, the dull eyes. IV knew he was hungry , he just didn’t know why .

And that worried him. But he waited and watched. Until he couldn’t anymore.

It was late at night, really only the beginning of the day in this new life of his, and IV finally found III alone in his room, distractedly cleaning his bass. He climbed on the bed, kneeling behind him and resting his chin on his shoulder. III looked at him briefly and deposited a soft kiss on IV’s cheek as a greeting. IV was used to the pallor of death coloring their faces, but III actually looked sick.

IV’s face scrunched up in a frown. “III… Are you okay?”

“What do you mean? Course I’m fine.” III soon got back to polishing the glossy surface of his black bass.

“You don’t look good. What’s going on?”

“IV…”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I am eating.”

“Not as often, clearly.”

IV was met with silence as III got up from the bed, crossed his arms around his body and started pacing nervously across the room. IV tried to be patient, he really did. But all that pacing was making him even more nervous. Drowning in helplessness, he decided to shoot his shot.

“If you need… You can feed on me.”

III stopped pacing immediately and looked at IV, eyes as round as saucers.

“What?!”

“You’re hungry. Feed on me.” IV felt more confident now that III was actually paying attention to him.

III ran his hands through his red hair and fell on his knees in front of IV. “You really mean that?”

“Obviously. But… I still would like to know why you’re not eating properly.”

III suddenly looked embarrassed. “Listen, the thing is… I get a bit too much into it when I’m feeding.”

“And that’s a problem?” IV chuckled, amused, as hecaressed III’s cold face with his hand.

“I suppose not. It just gets a bit… messy.”

“Messy?”

“You know… Blood everywhere.”

“To be honest, I thought that came with the territory of being a vampire.”

“Well, II said he would cover the couch with plastic film if I ever bring a victim to the living room.”

“That much blood?!”

“That doesn’t freak you out?” III looked at him intently through his lashes.

“I think it’s kind of hot.”

III laughed delightedly. “You sound just like Vessel. But, be honest, it doesn’t bother you?”

IV felt all the mirth leave his face and for a moment he seemed to be trying to find something in III’s eyes. “Why would it bother me? III… You know I’m not scared of you, right? Of any of this.”

“The other IVs left us, you know? They were afraid of us. That’s why I’m not eating as much, I didn’t want to risk you seeing it. I don’t want you to leave, IV. Your heart beats faster whenever we do anything vampirey near you or you shiver… If that’s not fear…?”

IV flicked him lightly on the forehead. He looked offended .

“Dumbass! I’m excited! I like all the vampirey stuff! Honestly! Afraid?? What do you take me for?” III’s smile was dopey as he listened to IV’s tirade about how tired he was that the others kept stepping on eggshells around him. “And I want some teeth on my neck, goddammit!”, he finished.

“Some teeth on his neck, he said.” III needed no more convincing and started climbing on IV’s lap until the shorter man was lying flat underneath him. III nuzzled his neck and inhaled IV’s scent deeply.

“I’ll go slow and I won’t waste a drop, I promise.”

IV rolled his eyes and grabbed III’s face between his hands to make sure he couldn’t avert his eyes. “III. Don’t you dare fucking worry about that. Now, come on.” He let go of III and threw his head back, showing the flushed expanse of his neck to the hungry vampire. “Take a bite.”

IV was no stranger to III’s lips on his skin, or his hands on his body, but he still shivered all over when III playfully nibbled on his neck.

“This is going to hurt. Are you sure…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure!”

There was a sharp intake of breath in the room when III sank his teeth in IV’s neck. It took IV a few seconds to realize he was holding his breath. Then a long moan left his lips as III started sucking on the wound, blood flooding his mouth, a small track spilling into the collar of IV’s shirt. True to his word, III was careful, taking small sips, trying to make the long awaited moment last as long as possible.

IV’s heart raced to combat the blood he was losing and his head started spinning, so he closed his eyes. His hands were everywhere, not settling for III’s hair, his back or his ass as he tried to bring the vampire impossibly closer to his body. He was surprised that any blood at all would even rush between his legs, but soon he had a painful erection in need of attention and couldn’t keep still anymore. IV rocked his body and moaned with abandon as III feasted on him like he was the most decadent of desserts.

“So fucking sweet…” III let go of the bite, laying kisses next to it and moving down IV’s neck, smearing blood all over his skin. IV wrapped a leg around III’s waist urging him to move along with his body. III raised his head and gave him a bloody grin as he complied, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure as IV’s taste lingered on his tongue.

“Ves is going to be so jealous”, he whispered as he squeezed the ample flesh of IV’s thighs and lowered his head to the wound on his neck that was leaking a constant, but weak streak of blood. He licked at the bite and closed his lips around it for a few more sips, relishing in the sounds coming out of IV’s mouth.

“III, touch me, please, please.”, IV started rambling. III nuzzled his face up IV’s neck until their lips found each other in a deep kiss. A strong coppery taste coated his taste buds, not exactly pleasant but IV’s eyes rolled in their orbits all the same knowing it was his own blood in III’s kiss.

IV moaned loudly when one of III’s hands grabbed his blonde hair pulling his head back and turning it slightly to expose the side of his neck that had been bitten. IV met dark lustful eyes that seemed to glow at him as they watched his blood smeared face, drinking in his reaction when III’s other hand sneaked inside his waistband to wrap around his dick.

IV’s limbs seemed heavy as he tried to meet the movement of III’s hand, his blood deprived brain unable to focus on anything more than the pleasure and the feeling of III sucking more blood from his neck. A particularly strong pull of his hair and the pressure of lips on his neck were enough to tip him over the edge and he came messily in his pants and all over III’s hand.

IV’s clouded eyes looked blindingly at the ceiling in post orgasmic bliss and, distantly, he could feel as III gave small licks to the bite on his neck, enjoying a last taste of the blood. He blinked a few times and looked at the vampire laying down beside him, the lower half of his face stained red.

With difficulty, he raised a hand to III’s face. “I think you wasted a few drops”

“Ha ha, very funny, sleepy head.” III gave IV a soft kiss on his forehead. “Close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”

The rich and warm taste of pure life filled III’s mouth overpowering his senses at the first bite. He clutched the pliant body closer in his embrace sucking the thick liquid with vigor, feeling the once strong heartbeat go fainter and fainter at the tip of his tongue the more he drank.

Euphoria soon followed as blood filled his stomach. Energy like no other he ever felt before spread through his whole body and for a few moments nothing else mattered except getting more of the precious blood into his mouth. III’s recently deceased heart jumped frenetic in his chest pumping all the new blood in his veins. Amongst everything, III was almost surprised to notice the strong pleasure coiling in his gut.

III opened his eyes briefly to look at Vessel and II. The first one did nothing to hide how much he enjoyed watching III feeding, pupils so dilated his eyes looked black, either from the sight in front of him or the smell of blood heavy in the air. II fondly rolled his eyes.

He knew he was making a mess, could feel the blood dripping past his lips into his chin and neck, soiling his clothes. In the back of his mind, he felt II’s slight disapproval. You’re wasting precious food. III couldn’t care less. He welcomed another mouthful of blood, purposefully more than he could drink, and revelled in the feeling of more of the warm sticky fluid staining his skin.

Too soon, he noticed that the heartbeat that previously thundered in his ears had now gone very quiet, the flow of blood not quite as strong as before. 

Savoring the last few sips of blood he could suck, III slowly lowered the body to the ground and finally unclasped his sharp teeth from the cold and deathly pale neck. His stomach was full and he felt warm and fuzzy, his limbs heavy. Kneeling there, he looked up.

“So… How did I do?”

There was blood everywhere, he noticed, even on the ground. III was absolutely covered in it as he stared at the other two expectantly, hazy eyes glowing in the dimly lit room. He brought his fingers to his mouth, lazily licking the crimson stains, savoring the taste in his tongue.

Vessel went down on his knees and took his mouth in a hungry kiss, eager to feel III’s taste mixed with blood. III gave in to the kiss easily, welcoming Vessel enthusiastically, that pleasant feeling still all over his body. He eventually broke the kiss and looked at II, remembering the early disapproval.

II simply shook his head. “You lack some… finesse.”

“Nonsense, don’t listen to him. That was so hot.” Vessel kissed a trail down III’s neck, lapping on the blood there.

“Fine! It was. Very hot. How do you feel, III?”

“Amazing. Really fucking full. Like I just ate an entire roasted chicken.” He laughed delightedly as Vessel chuckled and sucked a mark in the flesh between his neck and shoulder.

“Impressive, since you wasted at least half of it. Such a messy vampire.”

“Hey!”

III wasn’t in the room when IV woke up. He looked at the time on his phone and groaned. It was dark outside and he had slept all day like a rock. Feeling the type of tiredness that only settles after sleeping for too long, he turned on his back and stared at the ceiling. Carefully, IV raised his hand to the wound on his neck. He blushed as he recalled the feeling of III’s teeth on his neck, his lips sucking on the skin, the steady flow of blood leaving his body to feed the hungry vampire.

Face heating up, heartbeat speeding and hot pleasure coiling in his belly, IV’s hand lazily ran down his stomach and then further down. Eyes fluttering shut, he contemplated touching himself before leaving the warmth and comfort of III’s bed. But soon a growling sound reached his ears. Right, he was fucking starving.

Well, better just to just get it over with, he thought. Limbs heavier than led, IV swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. And was immediately overtook with dizziness.

“Fuck…” The world spinning, he fell back on the mattress. Taking several deep breaths, IV waited until his vision cleared. Suddenly, he was startled by the bedroom door swinging. IV was barely quick enough to catch sight of Vessel as he rushed inside and quickly gathered IV in his arms.

“Baby, take it easy.”

“Holy shit, Ves, were you waiting on the other side of the door?!”

“...no.”

“You totally were. Dork.” IV smirked, blue eyes glinting, the feeling of lightheadedness easing bit by bit. Vessel’s lips curled into a bashful little smile and IV knew he would have blushed if his body was capable of it. IV thought that would be a cute look on the shy tall vampire.

“I couldn’t wait to see you. II said to let you sleep for as long as you wanted to.” A slightly cold hand cradled IV’s cheek and Vessel looked closely at his face, taking in the shadows under his tired eyes and the paleness of his cheeks and lips. Gently turning IV’s face, he caught sight of the bite, pupils dilating immediately, nostrils flaring.

IV noticed his reaction. “You knew, huh.”

“Of course.”, Vessel whispered, unable to avert his eyes from the hypnotizing puncture wounds. It was almost as if IV’s smell was more intense, the aroma intoxicating. “We knew right away.”

“I had to pin him to the couch.” IV looked up and was greeted by the wonderful smell of coffee, buttery pancakes, eggs, sausages and II holding a tray filled to the brim with food. He started salivating, stomach growling again, the hunger almost painful in his belly.

II laughed softly. “Here, I made it for you.” Vessel arranged himself on the bed, back resting against the headboard, and pulled IV to sit beside him. II set the tray on the bed and the other vampire was quick to pour IV some coffee, handing him the mug, which he took gratefully. IV took a gulp of the warm drink, eyeing the two vampires who were both watching his every move.

“How are you feeling?” II sat on the bed, fingers wrenching nervously on his lap.

“Don’t worry, it was just a dizzy spell. I’m starving, need to eat something.” He began to dig into his food, stuffing his mouth with the soft delicate omelet.

“I added kale to the eggs… Rich in iron.” II shrugged. IV smiled, reaching an arm out to take both of II’s jittery hands into his own and squeezing them tenderly.

“Thank you, II.”, he said sincerely. IV’s heart felt so fucking full, between II’s loving gaze and Vessel’s arm around his waist, his thumb a soft caress on IV’s ribs. “It’s delicious, love.”

Breakfast went by quickly, with lazy happy chatting between the three of them.Vessel and II tried their hardest to act normal, but every once in a while their gazes were attracted to his neck. A look of something that he could only describe as barely concealed hunger in the vampires’ eyes. A chill went down his spine. IV knew he had crossed a line last night. A line he hoped to cross many times more.

Soon, IV’s stomach was so full he couldn’t take another bite. And there was still food in the tray. Lots of food.

“Where’s III? I didn’t even notice him leaving.”

“Hunting. You left him quite… ravenous.” Vessel said, nosing IV’s neck and taking a deep sniff right next to the bite wound. IV shivered at the close contact, thoughts of Vessel’s teeth near his neck swarming his mind.

“I really need a shower.” IV moved to get up and was immediately held back by Vessel and II.

“Are you sure you had enough food?”

“I’m not sure you should be leaving the bed yet.”

IV stared at both of them, eyes darting suspiciously from one to the other, choosing his words carefully. “I’m going to puke if I put any more food in my mouth, II. And I’m pretty sure I can walk to the bathroom and take a shower, Ves. Don’t worry.” He moved again, but stopped when he felt Vessel’s arm wrapping tightly around him.

“I’ll carry you.”

“No, you won’t.” IV looked incredulously at II, who simply shook his head, rolling his eyes fondly.

“You are in no condition…”

“I’m fine.”

“Ivy…”

“Ves, seriously. I feel better now that I ate something.”

“Fine, I’ll join you.”

IV paused. Well, how could he say no to that?

II instantly caught on to his train of thought. “No funny business in the shower. IV needs to rest.” IV groaned. “And I need to plan his next meal.”

In the end, there was no discussion. Vessel carried him to the bathroom. Still, IV fought tooth and nail for the right to bathe himself. And he’s still not sure what happened exactly, but before he could do anything about it, Vessel was lathering shampoo into his hair. IV was only mildly annoyed. It was very relaxing, after all.

“You’re not leaving my sight tonight, baby.” Vessel whispered into his neck as he carried IV downstairs. “We’ll take care of you and you’ll get better in no time.” IV gasped as he felt a delicate nibble on the sensitive skin, the teeth sinking lightly into his flesh like a promise of so much more.

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True to his word, Vessel didn’t allow IV to lift a finger the rest of the night. Between that and II pumping him full of food, IV was feeling like a pampered princess surrounded by servants attending to his every whim. Secretly, he loved it. IV would never admit it, but if this was the price he had to pay every time a vampire fed on him, he would pay it gladly. As many times as he had to.

“That’s… a lot of beans.”, he commented about the steaming bowl of bean soup that had just been placed in front of him.

“Beans are good for you. You lost a lot of blood. This will help you recover faster.” II sat across from him on the table, eagerly waiting for feedback. He took his cooking very seriously. The spicy aroma hit IV’s senses and he reached for his spoon, eyeing Vessel hesitantly. And with suspicion.

“What? You want me to spoon feed you?” IV thought he looked way too eager for that to have been a joke.

“NO!” He shielded the bowl with his arms and took a spoonful of soup to his mouth, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity, surrounded by the sounds of II and Vessel’s warm laughter.

Later, after making sure IV was well fed, II excused himself with one last longing look at the human and left in search of III, knowing the third member of their coven loathed a lonely hunt. IV was left in Vessel’s care, under very strict instructions.

“No…”

“No funny business.”, Vessel finished, winking at IV, ogling the lovely blush that spread through his face, a reminder of the warm blood that coursed in hidden veins under his skin.

And that’s how IV found himself held tightly in the circle of Vessel’s arms as they cuddled together in front of the TV watching a rerun of old The X-Files episodes. He was warm and comfortable, lying his head on Vessel’s shoulder, their legs tangled together, eyes growing heavy as Mulder and Scully investigated yet another mystery. Reluctant to move, still slightly fatigued, he ignored his own thirst for a while, until the sand papery sensation of his tongue started to bother him. Carefully, he tried to detach himself from Vessel’s embrace, only for the arms to hold him even tighter. IV tried not to roll his eyes.

“Ves, come on… I just need a glass of water, it’s right there on the coffee table!”

“Do I have to put you in my lap to keep you from moving?” The question made the exasperation IV was starting to feel disappear, the threat making him warm all over. Vessel sat up and reached for the glass, handing it to IV, who quickly gulped the water, hoping the fresh liquid would help make him less flustered.

As soon as he set the glass down, IV was pulled, limbs flailing, straight into Vessel’s lap. “Now don’t you move.”, was whispered into his ear, the cool breath from Vessel’s mouth fanning over the skin of IV’s neck, causing shivers to run through his body. IV slowly exhaled a breath, trying not to move an inch.

And he succeeded for a while, until a set of cold lips found his jaw and the sound of a deep inhale reached his ears. IV’s eyes fell shut and, almost unconsciously, he moved his head exposing more of his neck. Vessel moaned at the gesture, one hand going to IV’s face, holding him in place, while the other brought his back flush with Vessel’s front.

“I wish I had been there when you asked III to bite you.” He started trailing the kisses from IV’s jaw down his neck, toward the bruised skin surrounding the bite. IV let out a strangled moan as Vessel licked the wound, the small punctures stinging slightly. Still, he tried not to move.

Vessel kept tonguing and nibbling his neck for what felt like forever, entranced by the scent and taste of IV’s skin. IV felt like he was melting into his lover’s lap, one of his hands placed over Vessel’s on his stomach, fingers flexing, panting and moaning, toes curling inside his socks. He was straining in his soft pants and the feeling of Vessel’s erection against his backside was starting to drive IV mad.

“Wish I could taste you…”, Vessel whispered drunkenly in between kisses.

IV felt feverish. “Bite me.”

An animalistic growl came from deep inside Vessel’s throat and he bit IV’s neck, but not hard enough to break skin.

“Fuck, Ves, do it, I don’t care.” IV remembered the rapture of III’s bite and, by Sleep, he wanted it again. Vessel sank his teeth a little harder, tongue moving over the scabs from the previous bite. He growled again, frustrated, and withdrew.

“Perhaps not a bite…” The hand that cradled IV’s jaw ran down his neck, fingers ghosting over the skin that had been thoroughly explored by his lips. IV felt one nail scratching his neck lightly.

“Yes, yes…”, IV moaned and hissed as the nail scratched with more force. Vessel watched, transfixed, as a few droplets of blood gathered across the length of the new wound adorning IV’s neck. Then, almost reverently, he ran his tongue over it.

Vessel bucked his hips against IV, moaning. His lips closed around the scratch and he sucked the flesh into his mouth, then soothed the area curling his tongue over it, driven by what little taste of blood he could get. The hand on IV’s stomach tightened, holding him still as Vessel rutted against his ass with no semblance of a rhythm, lost in the taste and smell of the human. The sound of IV’s rapid heartbeat and his moans and gasps filling Vessel’s ears.

IV still held Vessel’s hand in a tight grip, body undulating to meet Vessel’s movement. He felt as if he was about to spontaneously combust. His other hand moved to his own erection, holding it firmly over his pants and giving it a squeeze to relieve some of the pressure in his gut. Vessel’s hand soon joined his and IV’s eyes rolled inside their orbits as they stroked his dick in unison.

Without warning, Vessel let go and, holding IV’s hips, deposited him on the sofa before he could so much as protest.

“Look at you, so worked up and I didn’t even bite you.” He sank to his knees in the space between IV’s legs.

Giggling, IV looked at the vampire through dark heavy lidded eyes. “So are you.”

“Fair.” Vessel grabbed the waistband of IV’s pants and started lowering it as IV lifted his hips to help. Vessel sank lower, face nuzzling the trail of hair on IV’s lower belly, inhaling his musk. One of his hands settled on top of his thigh, while the other gave IV’s cock a stroke making a curse slip from his lips.

The sting of another scratch on the delicate skin of his inner thigh had IV holding his breath. Vessel wasted no time to delve into the softness of his flesh, sucking on it and moaning deeply, his fingers digging into the meat of IV’s hips. IV’s hands went to Vessel’s head, holding him in place, fingers threading through soft brown hair. IV hoped Vessel would sink his fangs and take a bite, the mere thought of what he would look like with blood smeared across his features had him twitching and leaking against his belly.

Vessel couldn’t get enough of IV. He raised his head and looked approvingly at IV’s hairy thighs, now covered in marks of teeth and nails, colorful bruises blossoming around the shallow incisions he had made with a sharp nail. Noticing the steady stream of precum leaking from IV’s erection, Vessel salivated for a taste other than the human’s blood. Two fingers caressed the head of his cock, making IV hiss in pleasure. Vessel brought the two fingers to his mouth, tongue licking them clean, savoring the flavor. Wasting no time, he held IV’s dick firmly and closed his mouth around it, sinking until his nose was pressed against the coarse hair at the base.

IV couldn’t help but buck into the tight heat of Vessel’s mouth as he sucked on the length. Vessel welcomed it as IV thrusted with abandon and it wasn’t too long until he came, moaning loudly, back arching off the sofa, hands pulling Vessel’s hair tightly. Vessel kept sucking, milking IV to the point of oversensitivity.

Feeling boneless, he eyed Vessel as he started kissing his other thigh, the vampire looking at him pleadingly, pupils blown. “Go on, have another taste.”

Vessel quickly obliged, this time using one of his fangs to break the skin. IV kept caressing his head as he watched Vessel sticking his own hand inside his pants to stroke himself as he sucked the small amounts of blood that emerged from the wound.