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Just like any vampire, Ghost has to feed on blood regularly.
He never liked it, never liked how he has to take from someone while they don’t want it.
Of course, during modern days like these, a lot of people know about vampires and other cryptids living in society, and some humans are willing to offer their blood to monsters like him.
But honestly he hates it even more. He’d have to talk to people, more people would know about him, and these humans do it because they like it, and they like it way too much. They look at him like some sort of curiosity…Ghost finds it nauseating.
He’d rather find someone pissin’ drunk to take from, when he doesn’t have any bag of blood left at home.
And this is one of these days. He drank his last meal days ago, and he can’t wait for the next delivery.
Deep in the night, he goes to a specific underground club.
Outside you’d hear nothing, but once you’re in that place, it’s music and lights blasting all around, with people dancing and swarming around while exchanging some business he doesn’t want to know about.
He only goes when he needs to feed, just like many of his”colleagues”.
This place is runned by vampires, werewolves and other monsters, attracting humans to use them or just hang out in a safe place for cryptids. And of course, humans don’t know about that, it’s a perfect trap.
He makes his way through the crowd, pinching his black face mask on his nose to put it back in place.
He’s looking for a good target around the people laughing, grinding and exchanging joints.
He doesn’t look for much longer.
A bit further in the crowd, a man with a strong shape catches his eyes.
He’s wearing a scratched leather jacket, old jeans, and his hair are styled in a mohawk messed up by his dancing.
Ghost stares at him.
He looks healthy, his smile is bright, voice loud and clear when he speaks with people around him, and he’s definitely not on his first drink.
The vampire squints his eyes with a hiss.
He’s not the only cryptid to come here to feed on humans.
That man is already surrounded by other vampires that look at him with great interest, hunger in their eyes.
Soap doesn’t have a clue, he’s drinking and dancing around those very nice “men”.
The music is deafening and lights are flashing everywhere, numbing his senses.
He’s here to lose himself a bit, he doesn’t really care who he’s with, doesn’t want to have a care in the world when he’s out of base.
When he turns around again he can’t see the men he was with just seconds before.
He takes a step back, faced by a different person. A tall and wide blond man, with angelic sharp eyes gazing down at him softly.
He can’t see the bottom half of his face, covered by a black mask printed with white jaw and teeth pattern.
Soap smiles at the sight, perfectly pleased with the change, and starts dancing again with him.
It’s easy, too easy.
Ghost only had to scare those annoying vampires away, quickly claiming his territory over the mohican.
Now he can just enjoy the night a bit, staying with him long enough for him to stick around until he can take a bite out of him.
Now that he is closer he can detail him better, how strong his shape is under his clothes, how his sweat gathers at the base of his hair from all the moving around. He isn't that bad, has bold electric blue eyes and a bright smile turned to him even though he doesn’t know him either.
The man is already all over him, devouring him with his eyes.
He brings him closer, playing along and flirting back, bending down to breathe in his hair and kiss his neck.
With all the people around and the heat in the air he can barely get a taste of his scent, but that’s okay. He can smell him all he wants later.
After hours of dancing and grinding, Soap is successfully exhausted.
They get out to get some fresh air.
He catches his breath a bit, gathering his thoughts again.
He stopped drinking a while ago, but he still feels dazed and his vision is a bit blurry. But not blurry enough to stop gazing at his new party friend.
Ain’t no way he just found a man this tall and gorgeous that sticks around so easily, he truly had a good time dancing with him.
These days he spends all his time on base to train new recruits, and has few of days off to release some steam.
He stretches a bit into the night, not wanting to go back home.
There isn’t any cab coming this far out of town and the walk back home is long. He has a motorbike but he will not drive while drunk.
He wants to stay with the stranger anyway.
The blonde man is still by his side, agreeing that he shouldn’t drive.
“You can come at my place if you’d like” He utters in a deep husky voice, and Soap’s mind spins “It’s not that far, and I have some good bottles in my living room”
Soap takes a second to answer, registering how good he sounds. With all the music inside they barely talked so he only acknowledges his timber now and he’s delighted.
He feels so lucky.
“Why not, if ye don’t mind me stayin’ around” He answers back, staring at him again.
There’s no way he’s letting that man go with how he’s looking back at him.
That’s gonna be one of his easiest and handsome one night stands yet, he congratulates himself.
Ghost grins under his mask softly. Now that he can hear him properly, his Scottish accent is obvious and he likes it.
It’s all going smoothly, he won’t have to waste time and energy with someone mean or annoying.
The quicker he can get his fill the quicker he can let him go.
They slowly walk back to Ghost’s place, a small building with some apartments.
It’s a quiet neighborhood, where Ghost can be in peace, with few people around to bother him.
When they arrive Ghost barely has the time to lock the door behind him before the man flips him around to crash his lips against his mask.
He doesn’t control his strength, and Ghost gets slammed against the door behind him, grunting in his mouth and shutting his eyes.
He feels the man pressed against him, tastes the alcohol in his breath through the fabric.
The kiss is wild and incoherent, tongue and teeth all on him like the man wants to do everything at the same time.
Oh, he’s a kisser
Ghost wraps his hands around his waist and squeezes, keeping him close.
He lets him lick at the mask and bite at his lips for more, letting him do what he likes to make up for what he’s about to take from him.
Soap’s head is spinning.
The walk back seems like a broken dream already.
He’s used to partying and drinking, and is well aware that the state he’s in isn’t all due to alcohol.
First time going into that club, and taking a quick look around to the regulars, he’s not surprised someone slipped some drugs in one of his drinks.
But it’s not the blonde man, he stopped drinking after he joined him.
Anyway, he doesn’t care right now.
He feels hot, this stranger is beautiful and he wants his hands on him as soon as possible.
He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t care, he just wants to get laid. Just wants his lips on him, his tongue on his chest, his-...Oh he wants everything…
He grinds in close, not letting the blonde any chance of escaping, breaking the sloppy kiss to nudge his face in his neck when he understands the man isn’t pushing him away.
There he licks and sucks at the skin, starts whispering incoherent filthy propositions.
Ghost finds it funny how desperate he looks while still being commanding.
He grabs at him too, breathing his scent hard now that they’re alone.
He holds his breath a bit, overwhelmed by the smell.
It’s good, soft and strong at the same time, like soil right after rain, like the salty wind brought from the sea, sweet heat and strong alcohol all on him. He smells like a childhood home you can always go back to.
He’s good, he doesn’t find men he likes this much that often.
He doesn’t plan on having sex with him, he just needs to bite him and his venom will quickly do the rest of the work.
The man is definitely too drunk to remember all the compromising details in the morning anyway.
He’s so far drunk he didn’t even think about taking his mask off to kiss him properly.
Ghost catches his breath, ignores the naughty words spilled in his ear and grabs him by the thighs to lift him up.
Strong legs immediately wrap around his waist and he’s being kissed again while he walks his prey to his bed, throwing him down on the sheets.
The man laughs and wriggles further on the bed.
Soap lets himself lay on the bed, offering himself, smiling as he watches the taller man kneel on the bed over him, planting his hands over each side of his head.
He looks even bigger now, Soap wants him to fall down and crush him.
He grabs at his shirt and tugs him down for another kiss.
“Take that off,” He breathes, lips grazing against the mask.
And Ghost doesn’t need to be told twice, removing the mask and sliding it in his back pocket.
Soap takes the sight once more, his eyes passing from his nose to his lips to the edge of his jaw, but not for too long because he craves his mouth.
Ghost bends down again, kisses him, opening his mouth for him.
Right now his canines are retracted so he’s not really worried about him finding out like that. His teeth are bigger than average, but nothing anyone would notice unless staring at it long enough.
He straddles him, grinding against him, playing along and trying to ignore the rough hands wrapping around his waist to slip under his shirt, running up his back.
Soap whines when he breaks the kiss, frustrated but not for long as he feels Ghost’s lips sliding in the nape of his neck.
He pushes his head back to give him more space, closing his eyes to just feel him against his skin there.
He tries to move under him, to rock back against him with little success, crushed under his weight.
He runs his hands across his large back, feeling the muscles there with delight.
Ghost buries his face in his neck, breathing him in, feeling his blood pulse under his skin.
His stomach twists with hunger again. Eyes flash red at the need.
He licks at him shamelessly, already opening his mouth to graze at his skin.
The anticipation of the blood filling his mouth makes his head spin already.
It’s all gonna be over soon, and he’ll be able to sleep peacefully again.
Soap moans in his ear, his body getting hotter every second.
He wants more, but this feels so good.
He exhales, enjoying the moment for a bit, eyes closed.
A sudden flash of pain has his eyes snap back open.
He screams, jerks and instantly tries to push him away from him, adrenaline flooding his veins.
But he doesn’t even shake him and his wrists get grabbed and pinned to the bed in an instant as the blonde sinks his teeth further into his flesh.
It stings and makes his body twitch in pain.
Soap tries to kick him with his legs, but he’s way too weak to fight whatever this man is and he can feel his strength abandon him.
Ghost holds tight on him, clenching his jaw to keep him in place.
The man keeps fighting for some seconds before slowing down and stopping, his body going limp under him.
Ghost grunts, releasing his hold on his wrists.
His venom never takes long to reach the brain, and once it’s up there his victims can’t do much more. It makes them weak, lax, and often makes them pass out. Makes everything easier, albeit a little unethical…
He frowns, feeling sorry for him, and starts drinking to finish this as quickly as possible.
Delicious sweet iron taste fills his mouth and throat as he sucks the warm liquid out of him, and he clenches his eyes tighter.
He tastes so fucking good, blood hot and strong filling his never ending hunger just right. He feels the energy surge back in his body.
His mind spins, drunk on blood, but he keeps his sucking slow, so as not to hurt the man.
He stops quickly, always taking the minimum, knowing damn well he won’t want to stop if he goes on for too long.
He just needs enough to go on for a week or so until he can find actual bags of blood.
He holds his breath, opening his mouth and carefully pulling his long needle teeth out of the sensible skin.
Once it’s done he flattens his tongue on the tiny holes he made, licking what’s still coming out and slowing the bleeding down.
He can feel the man shiver and twitch under him through all this.
He lifts himself up, panting and taking a second to gather his thoughts again, gathering enough sense to press the palm of his hand against the still bleeding neck.
He glances down at the man through heavy eyes, checking if he’s okay, and his eyes widen at the sight.
Soap hasn’t passed out, which is already shocking knowing the state he was in before even having vampire venom in his veins.
He’s panting weakly under him, looking up at him through half lidded eyes, face flushed and a tiny, cheeky smile on his lips.
Ghost freezes.
Why is he smiling ? It’s probably the venom and alcohol messing him up too much, he tells himself.
Soap stares at him, though he feels like he can’t see him quite as good as before.
Ghost is looking down at him with parted lips, still catching his breath from the drinking, his thin canines and chin covered with his blood. It’s dripping down on him but neither of them care.
Soap starts giggling uncontrollably and Ghost is stuck in place, hypnotized.
The man under him catches his breath with difficulty, gathers the strength he has left to articulate a sentence.
“Why’d ya stop ?” He whispers.
It’s weak, almost impossible to hear, but Ghost did hear it quite clearly.
He doesn’t move, he doesn’t know what to do.
He feels hot suddenly, the ice blue eyes burning him with need.
Soap tries to move his arm, to reach for him, grab him, anything, but his limb refuses to obey him, swaying awkwardly around.
His eyes are locked on the bloody mouth above him.
He should be scared of this, panic, try to run away from the monster, but he doesn’t care. He’s not scared anymore. He’s mesmerized by the wild look on the vampire’s face.
He wants more.
He manages to grab a bit of his shirt, weakly tugging at him with frustration, not receiving anything from him anymore.
“Fuckin’ hell…Ahh…I can take it, com’ on” He mumbles between his pretty lips, and that has Ghost moving again.
He bends down above him, staring at him like this is all a dream, like he didn’t just say that.
It takes him all his willpower not to sink down again and take more, drink him whole.
He stays inches away from his face, studying his fucked out look, looking at him smile and laugh weakly.
The man looks at him with pleading eyes, still trying to tug him closer.
“Kiss me…” He breathes again, and the last of Ghost’s control crumbles.
He presses his lips against his, hesitant, conscient he’s covered in blood.
But Soap doesn’t give a fuck, opening his mouth and panting in him, licking at his own blood on his tongue and reaching for more.
Ghost licks at him, kisses him fully, more, covering both their faces with Soap’s blood.
He’s still smiling, and Ghost gives up and goes back in his neck, nudging aggressively against it and pressing his open mouth against the wound he just made to suck more out of him.
Soap whines again as he feels the liquid being drained out, as he feels the vampire above him shake more and more from pleasure.
Ghost gasps loudly and moves back again, panting hard, his sense burned out by the sweetness of the blood.
He catches his breath next to Soap’s head, the man managing to wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“Hey,” He pants, focusing on what he wants to say, “I dinnae think I can…move at all”
He smiles.
“Y’ gotta make it even now…”
Ghost holds his breath for a sec, his words ringing in his head.
He keeps his head hidden next to him, ashamed.
“I’m sorry…” he whispers.
And Soap doesn’t let go, keeps him with weak arms, kisses him again, makes him go crazy with barely any words.
He starts grinding against him again, slips his hands under his shirt and runs them up to grope at his wide chest.
Soap throws his head back, closing his eyes and letting him do it.
He can’t do anything useful anyway, and likes it this way. He can’t align a thought anyway, doesn’t want to.
The blonde monster finally stopped hesitating and is now stripping him, kissing his body and touching him both with hunger and infinite tenderness, like he’s afraid of breaking him.
Ghost can’t wait anymore, he can’t let that occasion pass.
He hasn’t had sex in so long, and that man is turning him crazy with his gleamy eyes and pretty face.
He does everything he wants the seconds he asks him.
He grabs at his clothes, throwing them on the floor, touching him fully, getting between his legs to roll hips against his, crazy on the soft moans he chants out.
He gets rid of his pants and underwear, his heart missing a bit when he finally sees how hard and leaking he is.
He’s turned on by him, by what he did, and that’s unreal. That shouldn’t happen, he doesn’t deserve that.
He grabs at his achingly hard cock, pumps him while kissing him again, Soap trying to hold on to him with no success, still panting filthy demands and beggings.
Ghost sucks on his own fingers, covering them with saliva and blood before slipping them between his ass and past his rim.
His body is already so relaxed because of the venom, it doesn’t take long before he’s stretched out completely.
He’s a whining mess, still smiling and asking for him to fuck him, words spilling out of his mouth helplessly.
Ghost puts on a condom as fast as he possibly can before sinking deep into him, crushing him down before fucking into him at unforgiving pace.
He wraps his arms around him, buries his face in the pillow next to Soap’s head, losing his last bits of sanity to the moans Soap lets out.
Soap’s eyes roll at the back of his head.
The only thing he can do is hold around him and keep his legs spread wide.
Everything looks weird and distant, but it feels good, so damn good. His body is overwhelmed, and he closes his eyes, squeezing the tears that started gathering here.
Ghost licks again at his bleeding neck, but doesn’t drink anymore, forcing himself not to.
He lets himself get lost in the heat of that man, lets himself forget about the rest of his life for a moment.
He can’t last long like that and it doesn’t take long for him to cum, smashing inside two more times before clenching hard on the man, hiding his face in the pillow to moan loudly in it.
It takes long seconds for him to come back to his senses, and he finally moves to look at Soap. He looks like he’s out of this world, blood, drool and tears on his face, parted lips panting hard and pupils blown out for him.
He’s shaking a bit in anticipation of his own orgasm, begging the stranger with his eyes.
Please, please touch me
Ghost reaches for his cock and pumps it with a quick pace, looking at him jerk and twist under him.
He wants him to cum, he wants him to feel good too for everything he gave him tonight.
The man starts shaking and gasping, and Ghost leans down to kiss him again, pushing him to his limits.
Soap snaps and cums on his stomach, his body spasming weakly on the bed with Ghost still inside him while he pumps him through it until he’s dry and unmoving again.
Ghost takes in the sight of him, his fucked out look, his sweaty and bloody skin, the come on his heaving belly.
He huffs and finally takes his softening cock out.
This feels unreal, he could suddenly wake up and realize this was all a dream and it would make sense.
He starts to realize that it’s over now, and his chest hurts a bit.
He leans down again, Soap catches his breath and starts seeing him again with blinking eyes.
The man looks up at him like he’s seeing him for the first time, sparkles in his tired eyes, and he smiles at him again. Angelic smile.
Ghost knows he’ll lose him soon, and that he got lucky finding him, and that it’ll probably never happen again.
He lays down on him to enjoy the feeling while he still can, taking everything he can while it’s there.
Soap reaches for him, cups his face in his shaky hands to look at him, and Ghost can’t hide his face now.
It hurts how he smiles at him, he wished he’d stop.
Soap looks lost, staring at him, eyes going from his eyes to his shiny red teeth.
He scoffs again.
“Steamin’ Jesus…Ye’re a vampire…” He whispers, like he only realizes now.
Ghost clenches his mouth closed again and looks down to avoid his gaze.
He knows what he is. He hates it, like everyone else.
Soap doesn’t let go of his face, stroking his cheeks with his thumb.
“Look at you…Beautiful…” He mumbles
And Ghost looks up again, helpless.
Don’t say that
Soap trails his finger on the edge of his nose, tracing it down delicately.
“What ar’ ye made of…”
Ghost doesn’t move, let’s him do whatever he’s doing even though it makes his heart ache.
Fingers run down to his lips, detailing them, smearing the blood around it.
“Ye’re like…perfect or somethin’...I don’ know…” Soap whispers, still dazed and filled with incoherent thoughts he can’t piece together.
It just goes all out how it’s coming.
The vampire wants to shut him up, to bark at him that he’s wrong, that he’s not perfect nor beautiful nor anything worth dreaming about.
He just manipulated him to feed on him, he shouldn’t be praised for that.
After all this time without being able to see his own reflection in a mirror he forgot what he looks like, and that’s fine with him, he doesn’t want to exist anyway.
But the broken man in him lets Soap speak.
He lets him gaze back in his red honey eyes, touching them too, describing how they are with terrible choices of adjectives.
Soap does the same with every feature he can lay his fingers on, his forehead, his hair, his lashes, his jaw, his hair…
Ghost can barely feel the tip of his fingers, like he’s made of crystal and Soap is afraid of breaking him, like he’s beholding a precious sculpture worth worshiping.
His drunk observation slowly dies down as he falls asleep looking at him.
Ghost looks at him closing his eyes under him, staring at him in disbelief.
He just did that, he fell asleep next to him after all that.
He doesn’t move just yet, not caring much about the filth they’re in, sweat, blood and cum sticking them together.
He reaches for him, brushes his messy mohawk back in place with care, leans down to breathe him in a bit more, licking his neck clean of the remaining blood.
He stays on him for long minutes.
He wishes he could stay like that forever, but he can’t.
It’s with pain and discomfort that he finally backs away and stands up to go and take a shower.
When he comes back, he cleans all the blood and the cum from the man’s body, before lifting him up carefully to lay him down on his couch.
He leaves him with a warm blanket and his clothes folded on the table next to him.
He stopped bleeding, and the wound is clean. When he wakes up he won’t be in a bed full of blood to realize what happened.
Ghost goes back to his own room, locks himself in and crashes again in the bloody sheets.
He should change them and immediately clean them while he still can, but he’s too tired to do anything, as much blessed as he is destroyed by what happened.
His bed is disgusting, but it smells like that stranger sleeping in his living room, and he falls asleep replaying the night in his head as much as he can, wishing to never forget what happened.