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❤️🔥⛪Intro Post⛪❤️🔥
Hiya, you can call me Tomcat, Cat, Kitty, Doll, Dolly, Dollie, or Siren.
My pronouns are He/It, and my terms are masc, neutral, fem, and nonhuman.
If you get off to anything I post, please tell me <3 I'm nosy. An anon simply containing "🐚" works as shorthand.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
@starving-craving
The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
Matt followed Doll into the bedroom, watching as his clothes came off. "Oh, you're- undressing." He mumbled, still quite surprised. He hesitated before pulling off his tank top too, stopping and standing before Doll. He looked lost.
Doll gave Matt a sympathetic frown. "What's the matter? You seem nervous..."
He stood up, now chest-to-chest with Matt, and placed his right hand on Matt's collarbone.
"You want to stop? Or are you just unsure about who's going to lead? I was planning to, but if you'd prefer it..."
Matt smiled nervously, leaning into the touch. He could feel just how warm his face was. "I'm alright." He assured softly. "Just- didn't expect "dessert" to mean this." He laughed, a little embarrassed. "I'd like it if you could lead."
"Oh-! You thought I meant actual dessert?"
Doll couldn't help but giggle at that revelation, but at the green light to take the lead, Doll gripped Matt's waist and spun him around to push him against the bed.
Matt got a good look at Doll's undergarments when it sat on his chest. The low-waisted black panties laced up on the sides, the matching garter belt with a bow on the front that held up its sheer stockings... He got to take in the physique that wore them as well. Thick thighs, a small waist, and broad shoulders created an androgynous hourglass figure that pinned Matt down.
Doll pulled the panties down to show a soft packer held in place with a harness. It sprung up at the taste of freedom, and hovered above Matt's throat.
Matt nodded shyly, his eyes going slightly wide as Doll manhandled him. He grinned up at him from his position on the bed, exhaling softly as he took in his physique.
"Fuck, you look amazing." He mumbled, a little out of breath from their arrangement. He brought his hands up to Dolls waist, gasping as the packer was revealed. He moved his head a little, taking the tip into his mouth without question.
Doll smiled down at Matt as he mouthed at Doll's packer, and gently stroked his cheek. After a few seconds of just enjoying that visual, it pulled back and went to grab its insert, to properly utilize its shaft.
Doll returned with a now fully-functional strap, and intended to show just how functional it could be.
"Where do you want it, darling?"
Matt closed his eyes briefly at the stroke, really enjoying the small affection. He watched Doll fondly as it walked away, pushing himself up partially and supporting himself on his elbows to see him better.
He looked at the strap, smiling with his teeth peeking through. "I'd prefer ass, but I'd be happy doing just about anything for you right now." He admitted.
With a nod, he returned to his dresser to grab a condom and slather it in a plentiful amount of lube. Then he stepped back in front of the bed, a dark, almost sadistic look sparking in his stare.
"On your hands and knees. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Matt used that time to get out of his jeans and boxers, leaving them on the floor next to the bed like Doll did before. He swallowed thickly when he saw the look on his face, but smiled and obeyed the command anyway. "I trust you, love." He hummed, his back muscles shifting as he supported himself on his hands.
With a hand on Matt's back, Doll lined himself up with Matt's hole, and slowly- very slowly- pressed his tip through the rim. He muttered words of praise at a whisper, and slowly inched himself further into Matt's body.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
@starving-craving
The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
Matt followed Doll into the bedroom, watching as his clothes came off. "Oh, you're- undressing." He mumbled, still quite surprised. He hesitated before pulling off his tank top too, stopping and standing before Doll. He looked lost.
Doll gave Matt a sympathetic frown. "What's the matter? You seem nervous..."
He stood up, now chest-to-chest with Matt, and placed his right hand on Matt's collarbone.
"You want to stop? Or are you just unsure about who's going to lead? I was planning to, but if you'd prefer it..."
Matt smiled nervously, leaning into the touch. He could feel just how warm his face was. "I'm alright." He assured softly. "Just- didn't expect "dessert" to mean this." He laughed, a little embarrassed. "I'd like it if you could lead."
"Oh-! You thought I meant actual dessert?"
Doll couldn't help but giggle at that revelation, but at the green light to take the lead, Doll gripped Matt's waist and spun him around to push him against the bed.
Matt got a good look at Doll's undergarments when it sat on his chest. The low-waisted black panties laced up on the sides, the matching garter belt with a bow on the front that held up its sheer stockings... He got to take in the physique that wore them as well. Thick thighs, a small waist, and broad shoulders created an androgynous hourglass figure that pinned Matt down.
Doll pulled the panties down to show a soft packer held in place with a harness. It sprung up at the taste of freedom, and hovered above Matt's throat.
Matt nodded shyly, his eyes going slightly wide as Doll manhandled him. He grinned up at him from his position on the bed, exhaling softly as he took in his physique.
"Fuck, you look amazing." He mumbled, a little out of breath from their arrangement. He brought his hands up to Dolls waist, gasping as the packer was revealed. He moved his head a little, taking the tip into his mouth without question.
Doll smiled down at Matt as he mouthed at Doll's packer, and gently stroked his cheek. After a few seconds of just enjoying that visual, it pulled back and went to grab its insert, to properly utilize its shaft.
Doll returned with a now fully-functional strap, and intended to show just how functional it could be.
"Where do you want it, darling?"
Matt closed his eyes briefly at the stroke, really enjoying the small affection. He watched Doll fondly as it walked away, pushing himself up partially and supporting himself on his elbows to see him better.
He looked at the strap, smiling with his teeth peeking through. "I'd prefer ass, but I'd be happy doing just about anything for you right now." He admitted.
With a nod, he returned to his dresser to grab a condom and slather it in a plentiful amount of lube. Then he stepped back in front of the bed, a dark, almost sadistic look sparking in his stare.
"On your hands and knees. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
@starving-craving
The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
Matt followed Doll into the bedroom, watching as his clothes came off. "Oh, you're- undressing." He mumbled, still quite surprised. He hesitated before pulling off his tank top too, stopping and standing before Doll. He looked lost.
Doll gave Matt a sympathetic frown. "What's the matter? You seem nervous..."
He stood up, now chest-to-chest with Matt, and placed his right hand on Matt's collarbone.
"You want to stop? Or are you just unsure about who's going to lead? I was planning to, but if you'd prefer it..."
Matt smiled nervously, leaning into the touch. He could feel just how warm his face was. "I'm alright." He assured softly. "Just- didn't expect "dessert" to mean this." He laughed, a little embarrassed. "I'd like it if you could lead."
"Oh-! You thought I meant actual dessert?"
Doll couldn't help but giggle at that revelation, but at the green light to take the lead, Doll gripped Matt's waist and spun him around to push him against the bed.
Matt got a good look at Doll's undergarments when it sat on his chest. The low-waisted black panties laced up on the sides, the matching garter belt with a bow on the front that held up its sheer stockings... He got to take in the physique that wore them as well. Thick thighs, a small waist, and broad shoulders created an androgynous hourglass figure that pinned Matt down.
Doll pulled the panties down to show a soft packer held in place with a harness. It sprung up at the taste of freedom, and hovered above Matt's throat.
Matt nodded shyly, his eyes going slightly wide as Doll manhandled him. He grinned up at him from his position on the bed, exhaling softly as he took in his physique.
"Fuck, you look amazing." He mumbled, a little out of breath from their arrangement. He brought his hands up to Dolls waist, gasping as the packer was revealed. He moved his head a little, taking the tip into his mouth without question.
Doll smiled down at Matt as he mouthed at Doll's packer, and gently stroked his cheek. After a few seconds of just enjoying that visual, it pulled back and went to grab its insert, to properly utilize its shaft.
Doll returned with a now fully-functional strap, and intended to show just how functional it could be.
"Where do you want it, darling?"
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Ooh, my first shell anon! :3
Thank you so much anon, you're so obedient 💓
(For outsider context, 🐚 is shorthand for "I jerked off to your blog" here, for those who are shy or bad with words.)
(My apologies for how crunchy the audio gets in certain places, I'm just straight up recording this from my phone)
We'll see if Tumblr marks this as mature. I'm just... exercising... Yes... Exercising...
Like I said, any good siren lures with their voice, so here's mine. If you use this audio (or anything I post, really) to get off, would you be so kind as to let me know?
For those who are shy, a simple anon containing nothing but "🐚" would be satisfactory.
Testing out whimper audios with my friend. Hopefully will be able to post one of good quality once I figure it out.
A good siren lures with his voice, after all...
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
Matt followed Doll into the bedroom, watching as his clothes came off. "Oh, you're- undressing." He mumbled, still quite surprised. He hesitated before pulling off his tank top too, stopping and standing before Doll. He looked lost.
Doll gave Matt a sympathetic frown. "What's the matter? You seem nervous..."
He stood up, now chest-to-chest with Matt, and placed his right hand on Matt's collarbone.
"You want to stop? Or are you just unsure about who's going to lead? I was planning to, but if you'd prefer it..."
Matt smiled nervously, leaning into the touch. He could feel just how warm his face was. "I'm alright." He assured softly. "Just- didn't expect "dessert" to mean this." He laughed, a little embarrassed. "I'd like it if you could lead."
"Oh-! You thought I meant actual dessert?"
Doll couldn't help but giggle at that revelation, but at the green light to take the lead, Doll gripped Matt's waist and spun him around to push him against the bed.
Matt got a good look at Doll's undergarments when it sat on his chest. The low-waisted black panties laced up on the sides, the matching garter belt with a bow on the front that held up its sheer stockings... He got to take in the physique that wore them as well. Thick thighs, a small waist, and broad shoulders created an androgynous hourglass figure that pinned Matt down.
Doll pulled the panties down to show a soft packer held in place with a harness. It sprung up at the taste of freedom, and hovered above Matt's throat.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
Matt followed Doll into the bedroom, watching as his clothes came off. "Oh, you're- undressing." He mumbled, still quite surprised. He hesitated before pulling off his tank top too, stopping and standing before Doll. He looked lost.
Doll gave Matt a sympathetic frown. "What's the matter? You seem nervous..."
He stood up, now chest-to-chest with Matt, and placed his right hand on Matt's collarbone.
"You want to stop? Or are you just unsure about who's going to lead? I was planning to, but if you'd prefer it..."
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
"Um, yeah." Matt was a little surprised by Doll's action, and waffled for a second before taking his leather jacket off and hanging it up by the door. He then followed his companion, deciding to just roll with it.
Once the bedroom door was open, Doll sauntered to the bed, stepping out of his skirt as he walked. Next came his top. He sat on the bed and tossed it to the floor, showing his chest, flattened with tape.
Doll sat there, legs crossed, and watched Matt's movements with the attention of a predator waiting in the brush.
spooning except they have one hand in your boxers and the other keeping your mouth shut, teasing and whispering praises.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
Matt followed Doll's lead, taking off his heavy combat boots and setting them nearly in the free spot. He looked around the shack, smiling faintly. "You've got a nice place here." He commented, trying not to think about the priest. A charming man just invited him in for dessert, that required full focus.
Doll smiled at the compliment, and walked further into the shack towards another door. Its fingers slowly undid the ribbons that held its skirt flush to its body.
"You coming?"
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
Matt leaned into the touch, looking up at Doll adoringly. He nodded, giving him a sweet smile. "Please, it's getting a bit chilly out here..." It wasn't obvious how much of that subtext registered, but he looked like he was ready to follow Doll just about anywhere.
The interior of the shack was nicer than the outside would lead one to believe. A nice ocean theme with minor forest-y elements littered about decorated the walls, shelves, and countertops. There seemed to be an uneven match of what was cleaned recently and what desperately needed one.
A sewing kit sat on the dinner table, a bread pan was piled among other things set out to dry by the sink, and a pink rosary lay on the counter like someone had set it there days ago and it hadn't been touched since. If Matt was especially perceptive, he might pick up from previous conversations that these were all evidence of Father Samael's visits.
When Doll took their shoes off by the door, there was still a noticeable gap in the line of footwear, like someone had placed their shoes there once, and Doll's had been set next to them, before the guest took them to leave. It left an open spot for Matt's.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
Matt eagerly licked the blood off, briefly taking Doll's thumb into his mouth to get it all. He nodded at the question, his eyes now much brighter and more awake looking. "So much better. Thank you so much..." He hugged it, both to support his thanks and to hide his flustered expression.
Doll was a bit surprised, but it hugged him back, and after a bit, pulled its arms away.
"Now that that's done, do you want to come inside?"
The way Doll stroked his finger along Matt's chin suggested that the sentence held a double meaning.
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
Matt bit into Doll's thigh carefully, whimpering softly once he tasted his blood. He wasn't as desperate as last time, but it still tasted overwhelmingly good. He lapped at the wound, the praise encouraging him to leave one more, shallower bite. He pulled away after a minute, licking the wounds to let them close. He had blood all over his chin.
Doll watched the wound close with eyes sparkling with fascination. He pulled his leg away and wiped Matt's chin. Then, he let Matt lick the excess blood off his thumb.
Doll went back to straddling Matt's lap, and gave him a kiss on the jaw, right below his ear. "Feel better?"
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
Matt flushed, leaning back some. He nodded quickly at the question, averting his eyes once he realized the position Doll was in exposed him. "Yes, it's- it's great. Thank you." He gingerly felt for the best spot to bite, then looked to Doll pleadingly for a go ahead.
Doll gave a nod of approval, and shut their eyes in preparation for the bite. When it came, he let out a little moan, and the muscles in his thigh tensed against Matt's teeth.
"Hah... Nice fangs you got there. Sharp..."
A few weeks later, Matt was sitting at a local bar. He waved the bartender over to request another drink, just trying to get himself numbed enough to go through with his usual MO.
He looked around the bar as he waited, trying to find a suitable target. His gaze eventually stopped on a long haired stranger sitting a few stools away. He took them in for a moment, weighing his options, then hopped off his stool and came over. "Excuse me, are you, uhm, Doll?"
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The young creature, probably barely into its twenties, looked over Matt with pale yellow eyes, round and innocent like a porcelain doll's.
"Oh, I know you! You're from the church! I saw you around a couple times. You're the only other twenty-something-looking person who shows up on their own. Father Samael said I should talk to you."
Doll was holding a drink in its lap that looked like a cocktail of some kind, extra fancy and colorful.
"You saw me?" Matt chuckled self consciously. "I don't exactly- show up for mass." He admitted, looking away. "But father Samael told me I should try talking to you." He awkwardly offered it a hand. "I'm Matt." He tried a weak smile.
Doll took Matt's hand and shook it. "Charmed."
Then, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "I don't show up for Mass most of the time either. I only go when I'm bringing Father pastries. I heard you brought some once too...
"We can work out a schedule so we're not giving him diabetes. He tries to use the 'for his health' excuse a lot, but you can counter that by saying he'd be refusing a gift and wasting food," he giggled deviously.
Matt leaned back ever so slightly once Doll got closer, wincing slightly at the idea. He bit his lip, grateful for the break of the bartender bringing over his whiskey sour. He took a sip, avoiding Doll's eyes. "I can't really come to the church anymore, so I think his health is safe..."
Doll frowned, sympathetic. "Aww, why not? What happened? Did you get in a fight?"
Doll took a sip of its drink, keeping said drink on its lap to keep it safe from strangers.
Matt grimaced. "Kind of." He tapped the bar, chewing on his lip. "I hurt him, so I shouldn't come around anymore. He tried me with his eternal forgiveness bullshit, but it's really not okay. He can't help me in a way that's sustainable."
Doll's brows furrowed. "So you hurt him once, and even if he forgives you, you decide he's better off without you forever? You two were becoming friends, right? You're going to throw that away because whatever he was doing to help you isn't 'sustainable'?"
Matt frowned, his shoulders going up slightly. "Sexually assaulting a priest is a pretty fucking big offense." He said bitterly, sounding deeply upset with himself. "And if his help puts me in a state that could have me do that again, yes, I am going to throw our brief relationship away over that."
Doll was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when Matt admitted what happened. He spat it out and coughed, hitting its chest a couple times.
"That's- that's a joke, right? Or, surely there's some... nuance, to the situation. You said he forgave you, right?"
The wide-eyed stare Doll gave Matt was begging for confirmation that that was true.
"I drank his blood and licked his dick." Matt said bluntly, very much avoiding eye contact. "I needed the blood and he offered it, and that's as nuanced as it gets. I only didn't go further because someone came to check on him and that snapped me out of it."
Doll didn't even know how to process the second part of that confession, so they focused on the first part.
"Wait- so are you like, a vampire or something? Is that why I only ever see you after service? Cause of the sun?"
He did not seem nearly as surprised by that information as he should have been. In fact, he was much more surprised by the "licked his dick" part of the statement.
Matt didn't have the energy to be surprised by the casual reaction. "Uhm, no, that's because I'm an art student." He said, then paused once he realized that didn't answer both questions. "We require regular blood sacrifices." He joked lamely.
A snort of laughter left Doll's mouth.
"Okay, so you're just a sanguinarian then?... Me too. Though, I usually end up biting the inside of my mouth and drinking my own blood like shitty auto-cannibalism. I'm constantly craving human blood and flesh... Unfortunately, consensual cannibalism is still illegal, cause human meat is addictive. How do you usually get blood? A-Aside from hitting up the local priest, of course."
"An actual vampire, unfortunately." Matt sighed, sipping his drink. He smiled faintly at the question. "I usually find pretty guys to hook up with, and drink during that. Most even like it." He shrugged.
Doll's lips curved up into a smirk, and he propped his chin up on his knuckles.
"Well hey, I'm a pretty guy who likes being bitten. You wanna take your mind off all your troubles for the night? I've got a little shack overlooking the beach... We can watch the waves while you have dinner. Then maybe go inside for dessert..."
Matt blinked a few times as he looked Doll over, his brain taking a few seconds to connect everything. Samael must've misspoken..."Oh-" He laughed quietly, surprised but definitely not against it. "That sounds like a perfect plan, honestly." He admitted, feeling his face get a little warmer.
"Awesome," Doll downed the rest of their drink in one swig, and set their glass down on the bar.
"I'm fully sober, by the way. That was a mocktail. I don't drink."
It checked its nails for any chips in the black polish, then looked back up at Matt. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. I can show you how to get there if you drove here. If not, you can ride in my truck."
Matt looked down to his own drink, which was very obviously not a mocktail. "...I'm tipsy, but it's fine." He shrugged.
"I think I'll need a lift from you, I didn't bring my bike. Can't really drive like this." He chuckled, finishing his drink and hopping off the stool. He offered Doll his hand.
"Mm. I'm definitely gonna make you drink water and try to sober up before anything happens."
Doll took the offered hand and led Matt out to the parking lot. It helped him into the passenger seat, and gave him a bottle of water as Doll started the car.
The radio played an alternate station, and Doll bopped his head along with the song, humming the tune.
"Thanks, man." Matt smiled tiredly, following Doll out to the truck. He climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in and lightly kissing Doll's hand as he offered the water. He leaned back into the seat, sipping it slowly as they drove. This was so much better than being in that shitty bar...
When they got to the beach, Matt saw that Doll's shack was at the edge of a small rocky cliff where underneath, the beach gave way to sea level. A rope ladder hung down to where someone could climb into and out of the sea at their leisure. Far off to the right was a path to the actual beach, covered in sand.
The shack itself was modest, about the size of a small apartment and made of wood and rusty metal. But the balcony was well-kept, and decorated with fake vines along the railing, with fairy lights overhead. Doll turned them on while Matt sat on a porch chair.
After a few seconds, Doll took a seat straddling Matt's lap, tossing his hair off his shoulder. "So, where do you want to drink from? Anywhere but my neck is fine."
Matt looked around the space as they walked, taking everythingin. "S' really nice here." He hummed, following Doll to the porch and sitting down.
He startled a little when it sat in his lap, having not expected this level of forwardness. He looked up, giving it a toothy smile. "I usually do neck or thigh, so I suppose thigh?" He hummed, putting his hands on Doll's waist. He looked a little more present than he had at the bar, the water really helped.
"Mm, might have to back up then..."
Doll stood in front of the chair, pinning Matt in with its knee raised. It was a bit of a stretch, but his thigh was accessible from such a position... and Matt got a good look up Doll's miniskirt at the bulge in his lacey black underwear.
"This good? I didn't wanna make you get out of the chair if you didn't wanna."
