TSOStarker week # 5: Vampire!Tony + Peter turning + light porn
(I’m just gonna do until #5 bc it’s becoming too much)
“Close the fucking curtain, Peter” exclaimed Tony at the sight of daylight.
Peter, falling into the realization of who he was with, closed the heavy curtain fast enough to tear it, but not quite.
“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting” he mumbled and walked to the bed slowly.
“Yeah, someday you’re gonna forget and I’m going to die”
It wasn’t meant as a joke but Peter was so nervous, he laughed, and then, when Tony glanced at him with dark eyes, his hands traveled to his neck, covering the healing wound that Tony’s fangs had left.
“Then turn me” he let out, his voice going from strong and confident to a realization whisper, at which his eyes widened and his heart started beating faster.
Tony, who was laying on the bed, now covered by the sheets (because of the almost burning sun coming through the window, thanks, Peter), looked up and furrowed his brows.
Peter gulped, and the way Tony’s eyes followed his neck and stopped right before the two bloody marks he had left in Peter’s body, made Peter not only blush, but back off a little, embarrassment and self-consiousness spreading through his veins.
“We could live, well, kinda, because we’d both be dead, but we could be together and since we’d literally be inmortals, we’d have forever and then you don’t have to worry about hurting me because I wouldn’t die and...” he trailed off when Tony stood up slowly from the bed and walked towards him.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?” the man asked, slow fangs already making an appearence as he stepped closer and closer to Peter.
But the boy, incable of realizing when enough was enough, nodded, then said: “You haven’t said it, and honestly I know it’s kinda stupid because we’ve been ‘together’ for... a year I think but I like you a lot and I...”
Before he could finish his sentence, Tony backed him up with his superspeed and pushed him against the wall that had the curtain and the window next to it, then the man took Peter’s neck in his hand and choked him a little.
“It takes way more than ‘I like you a lot’” mocked Tony, pressing a little harder, realizing that Peter, even when fucked that same morning, was starting to get hard again. It wasn’t that hard to know, the boy was pressed against Tony’s half covered body.
“So- so what does it take? L-love?” Peter asked, clearly wanting to sound cocky and hopefully cool, but making even a bigger fool of himself, being pressed against the wall and choked by his vampire boyfriend. God, he felt like Elena Gilbert. Well, that minus the unnecessary drama, of course.
Tony scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “It takes balls, kid, and you clearly don’t have any”
“The-then what are you gripping right now, huh?”
Tony smirked and with his other hand squeezed Peter’s covered by underwear package. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that”
And once again, before Peter could say anything else, Tony’s head was on Peter’s neck, his fangs already tearing away his skin and his blood dripping down of Tony’s mouth and down his shoulder.
There was a thin line between pain and pleasure, and Peter knew Tony was always half crossing it, sometimes biting a little too hard, or jerking him off rapidly while sucking so much blood Tony was full and Peter almost in the floor.
But it was their dynamic, and to be completely honest with himself, Peter didn’t want it any other way. So, he moaned. Partly because he knew Tony wanted that, the man also got off in that thin line, crossing it ever so slighly to see what happened and how Peter reacted, but never too much that Peter died.
Tony withdrew his head from Peter’s neck, his whole lower face was covered in blood, Peter’s blood, and somehow, the boy thought that it was sexy. Leave him alone, he has weird kinks.
Then, the man spoke, looking at Peter up and down, his face shifting from something violent and hungry, to something a little more caring.
“Do you really wanna turn?”
Peter thought for a moment if it was worth it. He looked over at the window and sighed. He was never going to be able to stand in the sun again, probably was going to stay that undeveloped physically forever and he was going to have to fight an urge to eat humans all the time, but he was going to be with Tony, and he knew the man was alone, otherwise, he wouldn’t be asking again.
Peter nodded, and Tony sighed, his fangs disappearing into his gums, and his eyes going back to normal, black yet lusty ones.
Peter’s heart skipped a beat. He thought for a moment that maybe Tony was just messing around with him, but when those sweet eyes didn’t leave his and didn’t turn into something darker, Peter knew he was serious.
“Great, I have to die with your blood in my system and then I’ll resurrect and I have to feed on a human or I die for real, right?”
Tony waited ten seconds before snorting. “What- what are you talking about, kid? Who told you that?”
Don’t fucking say Vampire Diaries.
“The show, right? That fucking show, what is it called? Fang writings?”
Peter looked down, ashamed of himself for even talking to Tony about it when he first started watching it. “Vampire Diaries” he corrected him in a whisper.
Tony laughed again and sighed, cleaning half of the blood on his face with the back of the hand that had been chocking Peter. “Well, no, Peter, that’s not how it is. You do have to die, though, that’s not negotiable, but it’s simpler than that. I have to kill you once, put my blood in your veins, kill you again, then you wake up and boom! Vampire”
Peter’s heart was stammering right now, but he nodded again, looking at Tony’s mouth, covered in blood and noticing that that would be his future. Tony got both of his hands to Peter’s head and placed them in the exact same way he would if he were to break someone’s neck.
“Ready, baby?” muttered Tony, kissing Peter softly on the lips and staining him with a little of his own blood. Peter shuddered, then bit his lip, tasting his own blood. “No regrets?” continued the man, and Peter found himself saying no. No regrets.
Tony looked at him for a second, taking in the last time he was going to see his baby boy alive, how his nature was going to chance and how he could possibly turn into a blood drinking assassin and he wouldn’t care. All the pure and innocent things were going to leave his nature, but maybe his humanity was still going to be there, and Tony maybe then wasn’t making the mistake he was definitely making.
Was he going to change? The person Tony fell in love with, was he going to change?
Before giving it any further thought, Peter’s eyes closed, knowing and accepting what was coming next, and Tony? Well, he breathed in and snapped Peter’s neck, killing him.
The body fell to the floor, dead weight, and Tony kneeled before it, trying not to think about the fact that he had just literally killed Peter, and opened his vein with one fang, not biting into it because human and vampire blood shouldn’t be mixed, and then opened Peter’s mouth and forced it down his throat, smearing a bit into his lips.
Then, just like magic, Peter’s neck was intact again, and Tony wasted no time, snapping his neck again, at which Peter opened his eyes and gasped into the air, trying to breathe because his lungs fell like they were shutting down.
The boy looked over at his lover, who was helping him by the head, pulling him up a little. “Am- Am I a vampire yet?” he whispered, his voice soft but rough.
Tony tilted his head before speaking. “You have to go through metamorphosis, so it’ll take a few days, then you’ll start hating normal food, and then you’ll seek blood. Once you feed for the first time, that same midnight, you’re a vampire”.
Peter nodded, taking in every bit of information his boyfriend had given him. “I thought it was simpler?” he mocked slowly, trying to give the situation a little humor. Tony raised his eyebrow at that, and then, trying to embarrass Peter so he’d get off his cloud, he looked down at him.
Peter frowned and tried to look at what Tony was looking but he was still laying back.
Tony slowly grabbed Peter’s boxers and ripped them off, revealing Peter’s erection, then wrapped his hand on it and started jerking it off slowly, Peter letting out soft whimpers.
“Not even death can take away your boner”
Peter’s whole face turned red as he mouthed ‘shut up’, but nevertheless, he bucked his hips meeting Tony’s hand with every loose jerk.
They had all the time in the world, anyway.
(should I write a second part?)
