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When he felt the exploding pain caused by a mere scratch of a bullet, Chan’s first thought was to blame it on whichever kid in his class that had brought the flu virus to the kindergarten.
Thanks to the flu, he hadn’t been able to smell anything since yesterday, which frustrated him to no end. The sense of smell was incredibly important to werewolves, sometimes even more so than their sight and hearing, as the event of that night had demonstrated to him. He heard the sound of a gunshot, he saw a poor dude being chased by someone with a gun in their hand; however, if he had been able to breathe through his nose instead of having to suck in air with his mouth like a panting dog, he would have been able to tell that the dude being chased had not been a regular victim of robbery, or whatever street crime, before his body reacted without him really processing the whole situation.
Chan had thrown himself between the two people and pushed the poor dude away from another bullet, relying on his werewolf speed and strength. However, catching the flu had not only deprived him of olfactory sense, but also slowed him down. The bullet that should have been easy to dodge scratched him on his back. Chan expected it to hurt a little, then be cured within a minute, but the wound burned as if someone had poured acid over it.
A silver bullet, Chan had realized as he fell to the ground. The dude being aimed at had been either a werewolf or a vampire.
Albeit the century-old grudge and enormous differences between the two species, werewolves and vampires were afraid of the same thing – silver. A single bullet made of the shiny material, especially when it was aimed at the heart, could bring down a werewolf or a vampire in a heartbeat. A little scratch like this wouldn’t be fatal, but it sure as hell was painful, and the poisoning in Chan’s blood weakened him significantly and immediately.
He hadn’t even realized that he had fallen and been writhing on the ground before the dude he took a bullet for picked him up from the ground and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Dimly, Chan could see that a few meters away, there was someone else lying on the ground in a puddle of blood and groaning in pain.
The position was so uncomfortable that Chan felt like he could throw up. A Sharp shoulder dug into his stomach, and a strong hand held the back of his thighs in an iron grip. Both the shoulder and the hand, as well as every inch of that body in contact with Chan’s own, were ice cold.
Great, I took a silver bullet for a vampire, Chan thought before he sunk into unconsciousness.
Chan slipped in and out of unconsciousness in the next few… days? Minutes? Or maybe it had been decades? He vaguely registered that the guy he saved – the vampire, had brought him somewhere indoor, threw him onto a bed and positioned him on his stomach, and pulled a blanket over his body.
The blankets were not needed, though. Because Chan was boiling.
He was so warm and sweating so much, and the silver poison seemed to have spread to other parts of his body, especially his lower stomach and groin. His womb was cramping, pussy convulsing and dick throbbing, the ache of them all overpowering the poisoned wound on his back.
“Oh my god, are you…?” Chan heard someone saying, but the voice sounded like it was floating in the air somewhere far away.
In lieu of a proper answer, Chan wined pathetically.
That voice seemed to be asking more questions, but Chan didn’t want questions, and he couldn’t interpret a single word. All he wanted was to be bred.
But he couldn’t smell any alphas around – in this state, he forgot that he couldn’t smell anything, so his whining turned louder, and his scent gland released more pheromones to attract someone to release him of this pain. He felt some pleasure from his nipples and his little dick, he had been rubbing them on the flat surface underneath his body without noticing, but the relief was decimal. His pussy automatically clenched on nothing until his underwear was sucked in between his labia, soaking the material with his slick flowing out of his eager hole.
Hands rearranged his head, making him facing the side instead of burying in the pillow, and a couple of slaps fell onto his exposed face. More voices he couldn’t understand were spoken to his ear. But the only thing Chan knew was that the hand that had slapped him felt so nicely cold, like an ice pad over his burning skin, so he grabbed onto that hand blindly and stuck it onto his chest, trying to rub it all over his body like a wet towel.
Suddenly, cold fingers stabbed into Chan’s wound and the pain was excruciating enough that he gained back his sanity for a moment. He opened his eyes and saw a young man through the thin veil of tears in his eyes.
“Are you in heat?!” The young man yelled at him in frantic.
Oh, heat, Chan faintly realized. That was why he felt hot and achy all over. When a werewolf’s life was endangered, they were often forced into heat or rut – even the betas, who normally didn’t experience either, could feel extremely horny. Apparently, their body would decide that it was then or never for them to breed or be bred and to pass on their genes. Plus, in heat and rut, the rate of metabolism of their body would speed up, and it helped the body with curing.
“Yeah… I guess so…” Chan slurred, “Sorry…”
The young man’s voice immediately calmed down now that Chan regained the ability to answer vocally. “How should I help you?” He asked in a collected voice.
Unfortunate for him, Chan’s moment of clarity was short-lived.
“Fuck me…”Chan begged, “I need… Breed me, fuck me full of pups… Please, please, please…”
He couldn’t tell if the vampire was an alpha or not, nor did he know if a vampire could even breed a werewolf. If Chan were his normal, curious, and sane self, he would have pondered in interest: would there be some sort of reproductive barriers? Actually, can vampires even sire offspring through fucking instead of biting? However, right now, all these questions slipped his mind, and all he wanted was for the young man, anyone – anything, really – to pound into his body and fill him up to the brim.
The young man kept saying words, yet Chan had lost all interest and patience for them. With a sudden surge of power, he pushed himself off the bed and held onto the vampire. The coldness of the undead soothed his rising temperature slightly, but what he really needed was the skin contact, and furthermore, some fucking.
More words. Chan didn't care, couldn’t understand. Frantic yelling. Hands pushing at him. The body trapped between his arms struggling and wrestling.
A new surge of pain, exploding at the side of his neck.
Blank darkness.
When Chan came to, he was horrified.
First of all, Chan realized that he was naked. No shirt, no pants, no socks. Just a dusty blanket draped over his middle section. Then, as he was feeling around his own body to check for (the absence of) his clothes, he realized that there was a toy in his vagina, vibrating meekly that it seemed like it could be out of power any second. The sheets under his body were soaked, and even though he should have been unsensitized to his own scent, he could smell his heat for how heavy it must had been.
Memories slowly came back to him while he was taking in the surroundings – a spacious, quiet room which had no windows, seeming like a garage or a basement, a few furniture placed randomly at the far corner. He saved a vampire because of his stupid, unfunctional nose, and was scratched by a silver bullet, then the vampire took him here. He also remembered (much more vaguely) that he went into heat as soon as he was thrown onto this dusty mattress; he had just realized that it was directly put on the floor without any bed frame.
But he couldn’t remember anything after that. Did he beg the vampire to fuck him? Did the vampire do it? Chan held his head in his hands, pulled at his hair, and groaned.
“You’re awake.” A voice came from the other side of the room.
Startled, Chan almost rolled off the mattress. Then, he realized that someone had been sitting in one of the armchairs which had been facing away from him. The voice sounded familiar, and Chan recognized it as that of the young vampire. Again, he didn’t smell him. The vampire’s scent had been drown out by his own, and vampires had no heartbeats for his super hearing to pick up on.
The vampire stood up, circled the armchair, and walked slowly towards him.
“Where am I?” Chan demanded before the vampire could reach the mattress he was lying on. As an afterthought, he added, “Don’t come closer.”
The vampire stopped and answered: “My basement.”
“Why am I not seeing any coffins?”
The vampires and the werewolves had never been amiable to each other, so Chan’s joke was also a bit meaner than the ones he would usually make when he first met someone. Especially someone who didn’t leave him to die or to go into a full-blown heat on the street.
However, the vampire didn’t seem offended. “I just didn’t want you stinking up my house.”
“Well, sorry for saving your life, I guess, because I only went into heat because my life was endangered.”
“I would have been fine without you there.” The vampire said, shrugging, “But you helped distract him enough for me to land a punch.”
Chan scoffed. Then he suddenly thought of something: “What day is it today? And what time?”
“Monday, 7:40 in the morning. It was good that you were only scratched by the bullet a little, so it had healed rather quickly for a silver induced wound. Your heat, on the other hand, had been a handful. I had to sedate you with my venom to stop you from jumping me.”
“Uhmm…” Chan’s hostility deflated immediately at the vampire’s blunt words, replaced by a mortifying shame. “About that, sorry…”
“In case you were wondering, I didn’t do anything other than stripping your clothes off you and handing you a vibrator when you were awake again after I bit you. It was a gag gift I prepared for a friend’s birthday and no one had ever used it, but it had cost me 55000 won. You can either pay in cash or KaKaoPay.”
“Uhmm, KaKaoPay? I don’t think I have any cash on me.”
“You clothes and your phone are over there. I also left a new underwear there. You are welcome to add another 5000 won to your payment.”
“Yeah, okay…”
After putting on his clothes, getting the vampire’s KaKao Talk ID (ksm0922sky), paying him 60000 won, and saying the most awkward good-bye to him, Chan left the vampire’s house and headed directly to the kindergarten he worked in. He had been really lucky that this little crazy episode had only taken up his weekend and didn’t cause him any trouble for his work, but he was running a little late.
When he passed by a huge, dark glass window that reflected his image like a mirror, he noticed an unhealed bite mark at the side of his neck.
“Fuck!” Chan cursed, then pulled his collar as high as possible as he ran to work.