Here’s a little piece I wrote to go with my VAMPIRE!Malex piece i’m playing with. It’s a dream sequence and it’s got a little gore, some blood, and some lust. Hope you enjoy it!
That night Michael dreamed once again of Alex.
Michael stood in his tiny apartment’s kitchen preparing dinner in front of an open window. The night outside was loud in his ears, full of cicadas and tree frogs singing their summer songs, and the slight evening breeze did little to stop him from sweating as he worked. Large, cubed chunks of wet, bloody muscle marbled with fat sat on the cutting board and his knife slid through as if he were cutting butter. He laid the knife down and wiped at his slick brow with the back of his hand, trying to push back the curls. A cool pair of hands wrapped around his torso and he felt a familiar body press into his back.
“You’re so cold,” Michael commented, moaning at how good the cool figure behind him felt where it pressed against his overheated skin.
“It’s cooler in the bedroom,” Alex commented, his lips skimming over Michael’s naked shoulder. “I just came out for a drink.”
“I don’t have anything,” Michael responded sadly. Then an idea came to him, “Wait, I have these pomegranates.”
Michael moved away from Alex and went to grab a pomegranate from the fruit bowl on the counter. He took up his knife and held the fruit in his hand, pushing down to slice through its tough flesh. He felt the give of the fruit’s flesh too late, had too much force behind his hand, and the knife slid through and into his palm. He cried out, dropping the fruit and examining his hand. A long, perfect line through the center of his palm. As he watched, the blood started to well.
“Michael, give me something to drink,” Alex whined behind him, pulling him around and backing him against the counter.
“I don’t have anything, Alex. Fuck, this is really bleeding,” Michael commented, fascinated by the thick, dark liquid pooling in his cupped hand and starting to drip from his palm and run down his forearm to his elbow. Alex took his arm and raised above their head. “Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea. Should slow down the… Fuck!”
Alex had moved his mouth to the inside of Michael’s elbow where the blood had previously pooled and his tongue laved at it. He pulled Michael’s arm down to him, his tongue lapping up the trail of blood as he did so. Michael watched, his attention rapt at the smoothness of Alex’s tongue and the expression of ecstasy on his face as if he were tasting his favorite ice cream flavor. He followed the trail until he got to the wound on Michael’s hand. His already stained lips formed a seal around the inside of Michael’s palm and he felt a burst of pain as Alex sucked and then licked the wound. The feeling which had started as weird, began to travel and suddenly the tug from Alex’s mouth on Michael’s hand felt like it was in time to the pounding of Michael’s heart and the throbbing in his cock. He looked down and saw where he was hard and leaking, a dark stain on the grey of the cotton of his gym shorts, and he didn’t understand it, didn’t understand why he wasn’t screaming or pushing Alex away.
With a final suck and large pop, Alex drew back of Michael’s hand. His lips, tongue, and teeth were coated in the red from Michael’s blood and through his half open eyes, Michael could see his pupils were blown so wide there was only a sliver of golden brown ringing them. Michael’s hand started to throb, started to hurt now that Alex’s mouth wasn’t on it, and Michael watched as the thin, red line started to well again. Alex ignored it, eyes now focused on Michael’s face, gaze pinning Michael in place, making him feel like he was in the presence of a lion preparing to pound and not his hot, downstairs neighbor. He licked the blood from his teeth and lips like he was savoring it.
“Alex, what… what are you…,” Michael started, pulling his hand out of Alex’s slackened grasp and cradling it to his chest. Alex’s hands slid under the wide band of Michael’s shorts and gave a quick push to send them to the floor around Michael’s feet. Before he could protest, Alex’s hands were under his ass and he was lifting him, pushing him to sit on the counter. “Wait, Alex! What are you doing?”
“I need more, Michael,” Alex replied in a deep, sultry voice before hooking his hands behind Michael’s knees and pulling him to the edge of the counter. Michael’s hands flung out on instinct and he felt the soft, cold steak under one palm and the slick burst of pomegranate seeds under the other. Alex lowered to his knees between Michael’s legs, hands still secure behind Michael’s knees, his eyes still pinning Michael in place, keeping him from fighting. “I’m so thirsty.”
He mouthed at the sensitive, soft skin of Michael’s inner thigh, lips leaving traces of blood behind as they slid along the cut of muscle. Michael watched half in horror, half in lust as Alex licked at the skin with a broad, flat tongue. Alex’s eyes had drifted shut as he drew in a deep inhale of Michael’s scent, so close to the parts of him that were most primal and musky. His eyes opened like he was drugged, half hooded, and he looked up at Michael’s no doubt shocked face and smiled widely. That’s when Michael saw the teeth, saw that his canines had lengthened and he knew, he knew Alex was more than a man. He was a predator.
“Alex, what are you doing?” Michael asked, trying to sound calm but noting the fear that had crept into his voice. His hands started to tighten on the counter, bits of meat and fruit sliding between his fingers as he tried to make fists. Alex continued to look up at him, cheek nuzzling against Michael’s thigh as he breathed in deeply. He seemed to be savoring the smell, savoring Michael’s flesh like an untouched gourmet meal.
“I’m getting myself a drink,” Alex finally replied and before Michael could stop him, he watched as Alex opened his mouth wide and sank his teeth into Michael’s unresisting body. There was pain and then there was unequaled pleasure.
