homofic 10: HAPPY 10 HOMOFICS!!!
setting the scene: mishka the man is your average man living in an undisclosed country. stuck in a dreary job working at a candle store, he starts to rethink all of his life decisions, until he meets a certain pale, pointed-teethed man named alexei...
"Have a nice day," Mishka said glumly, watching the customer leave with a box of romantic, red rose-scented candles. He slouched over the counter, letting his twink ass waist rest gently on the edge. Scents of any kind wafted into his cute little deer nose, making him only grow with despair. Couples would come in, smiling widely and looking through the wide array of sexy candles. He would sell them love, yet never got any for himself. Ever since he became too poor to afford to fly, it seemed like everything went downhill. Nothing really mattered. Everything that had meant something to him was now gone.
He sighed, digging his face in between his elbows, letting the tips of his thick black hair fall onto his arms. He was going to kill himself tonight.
"Excuse me?" a deep voice sounded. Frantically, Mishka raised his head, blushing gingerly. "Are you alright there...?" the man reached out his hand, and straightened the worker's nametag- "Mishka?"
He stammered, "I, yeah, I'm- I'm sorry about that! Can I help you with anything?" In front of him stood one of the palest men he'd ever seen. He wore a crisp white button-up, with his buff chest pulling slightly at the buttons. As Mishka's gaze wandered down to the strange man's figure as he stood, picking out which candles to buy, he couldn't help but stare at the black suit pants encompassing the curvature of his massive ass cheeks. He turned his head back at Mishka, and gave him a little white-guy-smile. His large glittering eyes seemed to glint red in the lighting, before turning back to that deep ocean-blue colour. His straight dark blue hair drooped elegantly down to his shoulders.
"Just this will be fine, thank you," he said softly, pushing a single brown, chai-scented candle towards the cashier.
"Uh..." he began, but stopped. He scanned it nervously, feeling the pale man's intent gaze follow him. Weird...
After paying, he packaged it up and handed it back to the man. "Here you are, sir. Have a nice da- uh?" The pale man's hand was around his ear, tucking one of Mishka's black curls back.
"Thank you," he responded finally, before taking it and leaving. He had a strange hungry look to him. What a strange guy.
That night, Mishka stood on an abandoned bridge, slouched on the rail and looking down at the desolate concrete block below him. This was like, some sort of abandoned factory. No one would see it happen. He had already cut himself on the forearms, just for one last feeling before eternal non-existence would overtake... He gripped the railing, and climbed over. A shiver went through him and didn't leave. The winds were strong today- his curls danced in the harsh conditions as the whistling breeze overtook his senses. He took a deep breath, and just before he was going to jump, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" a familiar voice sounded behind him.
"I- uh... What's it to you?!" Mishka pouted, not even bothering to turn to look. He was going to die today- that was it.
"It's... Misha, isn't it?" the man continued, not letting his hand off the boy's shoulder. It felt like his grip was getting tighter, realizing this poor boy's worth with every second that passed. "I saw you at the candle store. You... seemed a little tr... troubled," he said. It was weird. The longer he spoke, the more his speech broke up. Some sort of trembling desire overtook him. Something he couldn't control. It intrigued Mishka.
"You know what?" he said, the tension releasing in his chest. "I'll kill myself another day. Who are y- ARRGHHH!" A gust of wind broke his grip on the railing, causing him to lose his right hand's hold- yet, before he knew it, the mysterious man had caught him by the waist. The man's cold hands tightened around his waist as he desperately tried to get over the railing, panting with fear. He was so close. He was nearly mad at himself for letting himself live. And yet... this man...
"S-so..." Mishka began, still quaking slightly. His eyes were tired, and yet the blood on his forearms was... so... fresh... He had the stare of a lost puppy, needing to be kept inside and taken care of. He didn't know what was best for him- thinking didn't suit him. He continued while scratching his head awkwardly, "I, uh, didn't really ask for your name, so- what the freak..."
His saviour gently lifted up his cut-up forearm, and with his salivating tongue, licked up the trickling blood. He pushed Mishka back against the railing as he grasped at the skinny wrist and drank whatever he could. How kind of him...
"I, uh, appreciate the effort, but like- YAOI!" he exclaimed. The pale man dug his face into the boy's neck, biting down sharply into the soft, untainted flesh. Mishka gasped, but let it all happen. The sudden piercing pain slowly turned to a dulled, beating ache, as the man's supple lips sucked at his neck with a hungry growl. Mishka collapsed underneath his dominance.
Slowly, Mishka regained consciousness. His surroundings came into his vision- a mildewed basement... a flickering, dull lamp... a coffin raised up against the wall, chains around wrists, and.... a sexy man across from him???
"Wh... what's happening?" Mishka murmured, slurring his words. "Are you the guy from yester-" he glanced at the man's ass- "yeah... you are. Huh..." He rubbed his eyes open, and realised that he wasn't the one chained up- it was the sexy vampire guy.
"Hi, Mishka," the guy said gently, tilting his head to the side as if to say I'm harmless. "How are you feeling?" His hands were dried red. The collar of his white button-up was too; ripped apart, revealing a series of dark purple patches and bite marks. Who's the lucky girl...?
"That- that's not what's important!" Mishka exclaimed, growing bright red. "Why are you chained up? And... why... how... are you a vampire?"
The pale man sighed, and looked at Mishka with those reddened eyes again. He was composed, but Mishka could tell something was brewing underneath. "First things first- my name is Alexei. And, well... I guess you could call me something of a vampire. I, uh..." he gulped. "I have a deep passion for blood."
Mishka stared in horror. He could now see, with Alexei's parted lips, the pointed fangs he used to puncture his neck. His skeletal hand darted to his wound, hanging over the two scabs it left.
"Am... am I going to become one of you now?" he asked, eyes shining with something- it was either terror or anticipation. Alexei just laughed.
"No, no. It's a long, long process. A very difficult one, at that. Lots of... pain, involved, let's say that. Not many people are willing to get through even the first few stages," he explained sexily. Mishka could tell with the way his voice strayed that he was slowly losing his control. Was it the blood? All of his wounds had healed by now. Was it something more...?
"That's... interesting," the boy responded, relaxing his muscles a little. He crossed his legs, and faced the vampire. "So how did you manage to endure whatever pain it involves?"
He paused, and a small smile crept over his face. "I didn't have much of a choice. Ah, well... she knew what was best for me in the end, anyway."
"She...?" the boy asked, before the door of the basement suddenly creaked open. A tall shadow loomed over them- another massive fucking ass. Oh, Mishka was getting lucky today.
A sexy woman-fox-predator-vampire-god knows what creature approached him. She wore a laced black corset, and from her neck hung necklaces holding small bottles of blood, and flesh, and the like. The bottom of her long, (once white) dark red dress lightly touched Mishka's feet as she bent down to take a nice long look at him. Oh my God.
"M-mommy," Mishka let out involuntarily. She chuckled, turning to face Alexei.
"Is this the toy you fetched for me, Alexei?" she asked, letting one of her sharp, crimson nails graze Alexei's bloodied cheek. Once it reached his mouth, he sucked hungrily on her fingers.
"Y-yes, Xenia..." he said in between gasps.
"Not bad," she muttered, before ruffling his hair with her spit-covered hand. She loved her idiot vampire dog. Her gaze lowered to his bruised neck, and she smiled, as if proud of the canvas she turned into an artwork. "I trust you'll keep him alive, then?" Alexei nodded, looking intently at the key around her neck- the key to the cuffs chaining him to the wall. With that, she left the two on their own. She had her 7 billionth PhD to complete.
"Yes," Alexei said suddenly. What the freak. I mean, Mishka knew straight couples could be freaky at times. But this? He was scared to ask. But he had to.
"Why are you chained up?" The vampire's gaze meandered to the ceiling. Deep, but faint scars were traced along his veins- bites, cuts, gnashes, anything that involved pain. His breathing became heavy.
"I'm, uh... I'm new to this," he explained, trying to move his wrist in the constraints above his head. "I haven't been a vampire for very long, so, urges come quickly, and... very strongly. Mommy's scared I'll rip her new boytoy to death."
Mishka nodded slowly. "You want me that badly?" he asked hesitantly. His puppyboy stare wandered down to his scabbed arms, and back to Alexei, seething with hunger that couldn't be tamed. Saliva dripped from his tongue, and his arms quivered in their chains, as if begging to be released. Mishka was... into it? "So be it," he whispered, crawling over to the vampire. With every step, Alexei tried to pull himself closer, grunting ravenously, but his chains rattled in restraint. Charged with anticipation, the boy sat across from the vampire, barely within reach. He held out a single finger, curious as to what would happen.
Alexei pulled and pulled, trying to get a taste of that little protein snack. Nyam nyam. But of course, it was futile.
"Alexei. Control yourself," Mishka told him softly. "If you want me, you're going to have to know where to stop." He listened like a good boy. Gulping, he regained maybe an eighth of his composure, and managed to sit relatively still, only with the occasional quiver of his neck.
"Good boy," he replied. Mishka drew himself in closer, and placed a hand onto the vampire's cold cheek. He felt the animalistic urges flow through Alexei's trembling flesh.
"C-can I...?" the vampire let out breathlessly, using all of his strength to not maul this boy.
"Not yet." He was enthralled. He brushed his fingers through the vampire's dark hair, feeling him quiver a little more everything his warm fingers brushed past his ears. There was nothing Mishka loved more than being wanted so badly by his guy, and freaking edging him to OBLIVION!!
"Now....?" he pleaded, eyes brimming with tears. Mishka loved seeing him overstimulated; not knowing what to do with himself. Mishka averted his gaze to the man's ripped-open shirt, drying blood splattered over his chest. Was it his, Alexei's, or Xenia's? He didn't know. And he didn't care. Holding Alexei back with a hand on his jaw, the boy lowered himself and lapped up the semi-dry blood on his chest, letting the strong, metallic substance slide down his throat. By now, Alexei was struggling. Needy, mindless whimpering escaped his hungry lips as he begged to be released from this hell. Mishka cupped his pathetic face in his hands. He couldn't deny him this.
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