We NEED vampLuka!!! He seems so sweet in real life but a beast on the court and him being a vampire!??? HELL FREAKING YES😅😅
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Well-Behaved Ch 1: Scaring the Normals
Vampire!Luka's hungry on the plane back from OKC after game 2. He gets really possessive when he has to compete with AR for his food. JJ needs a vacation. (2967 words)
Vampire!Luka x Vampire fem!reader, Vampire!Austin Reaves, consensual vampire bites, consensual blood drinking, public hand job, angry Luka, angst
Writing time: 4 hours, 43 minutes
Fragrance notes from: Supremacy Purple by Afnan
Yeah, we’re fucked.
OKC was probably gonna kick our asses anyway because I’m fucking benched with a fucking hamstring strain, but the refs are on their side, too. It’s all fucked. Screaming at AR before a jump ball? That ref’s lucky he’s relatively well-behaved. He’s also lucky I’m so miserable right now because if I was on the floor, I might’ve thrown an elbow. If it wasn’t that, then I might’ve broken SGA’s face for pulling that arm clamp on AR. Fuck a suspension. We’re fucked anyway, remember? I’ll get mine back. I’m Balkan. Fuck you.
“Come here,” I mumbled, beckoning Lutkica over from her seat next to AR.
You gonna allow behavior and officiating like that in a league where you know damned well there are vampires about, then at some point, someone’s gonna snap. How you gonna handle that, Silver? You gonna hide behind all your fuckass rules when I finally have enough of this fuckery? You know what kind of money I make you? You wanna stress-test this shit? We’ll figure out who your God is really fast if we keep playing 5-on-8.
She pointed to herself like it was a mystery who I said it to.
Lakers’ plane, headed back to L.A. after game 2 of round 2. Halfway through the flight back home. I’m normally in the fray with the boys, having a laugh, deadpanning jokes that take a second to get and then put everyone in stitches, but since the hamstring strain, I’m having a harder time with the noise. Only sometimes, not enough for anyone to say anything to me about it yet. Just another thing on top of a shitty year. Still haven’t recovered from the fucking trade, the love of my life walked out, I haven’t seen my daughters, I’m this close to drowning it all at the bottom of a bottle, I’ll be honest. Basketball was the only thing keeping me sane, and now I get to go insane sitting on the bench while my team gets officiated to a playoff loss. I’m supposed to have faith. You ain’t supposed to be here if you don’t believe.
And I’m not supposed to fucking be here. I don’t have a hamstring.
So, no, I don’t fucking believe.
“Lutkica.” I meant to mask my anger, but it slipped out anyway. Who the fuck else do you think I’m talking to?
I just want to go home, but I can’t figure out what home is anymore.
She tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow at me like I was a misbehaving puppy. AR didn’t stop talking to DA, but he looped an arm over her shoulders and tucked her into his side. It made my teeth hurt.
I was at the back of the plane, the obvious do not disturb zone where either AR or I are usually hanging out when we’re feeling particularly vampy. Sometimes, one of us wakes up wrong, and our job is to not make it anyone else’s problem. Well, anyone but Lutkica. Pretty rare for us both to be on exactly the same wavelength. Just the way vampires in high proximity work out; one’s hot, the other’s cool. We only have one vampire manager on the team because I was traded here out of nowhere, Lakers didn’t have time to tool up, and finding a manager who can cope with our bullshit is a hard ask.
Well, finding a manager who won’t snap under my teeth is the hard ask.
I patted my good leg. “Lutkica, I need company.”
Because the thing with Balkan vampires is that we’re always hot. We’re possessive, territorial, overprotective, quick to anger (but also quick to calm; we’re not entirely toxic), and want to bite everything all the time. We’re fucking walking problems. The Mavs’ solution was to fucking trade me. Lutkica happens to be batshit enough to tolerate two vampires—a Balkan and hot-blooded young American bloodline—fighting over her. Or maybe she likes it. She’s fucked in the head enough to.
And I’m fucked in the head enough to like the fight.
She untangled herself from AR and slipped out of her seat. Smoothed her skirt, straightened up her shirt, slipped her heels back on to walk to where I was. She was wearing all purple, a knee-length pleated skirt, tank top, purple and white flannel shirt that was too big on her with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, purple heels. Black fishnet tights. I’ve told her to stop wearing those to team events. How do you expect me to keep my hands off you if you wear those, huh?
She leaned against the seat across from me. “What kind of company, big guy?”
I swear to fuck, sometimes it feels like she enjoys pushing my buttons.
I snagged her wrist. She followed along and climbed into my lap.
“Someone’s gonna see, you know,” she said.
I dug my fingers into the fishnet at her thighs. “Look me in the eyes and ask me if I give a shit.”
She clicked her tongue in disapproval but looped her arms around my neck and pressed herself flush to me anyway. Her scent hitting my nose short-circuited my brain. Fruity, citrus, amber, vanilla, and then there’s this deep, earthy musk of her skin that makes my mouth water. Fuck, I want that scent in my veins. I want it in my throat. It made my stomach sink and go warm, and she giggled as she hugged me tighter and encouraged me to bury my face in the crook of her neck.
“Mm, I’m sure you’ll give plenty when someone does actually see you, baby boy,” she said, running her fingers through my hair.
I pulled her shirt back and nuzzled her more, tried to get even more of her scent—but then my lips met the chain of a necklace. Since when does she wear a necklace?
I traced the chain down to a diamond-encrusted pendant. Lakers logo. “What’s this?”
“Hm? Oh, Austin got it for me after we got past round 1.” She shrugged. “There’s no real arguing with him, I’ve learned.”
My face went hot. Teeth hurt again. “No. Fuck that.” I picked at the clasp.
She grabbed my wrists and whispered, “Luka, no. He’ll get mad.”
I kept at it anyway. “I don’t care.”
“Luka, baby boy—hey. Hey, easy.” She pushed me back into my seat and crawled up higher in my lap, pressing against my half-hard dick a bit too intentionally. “Let’s not do something stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.” I finally got the fucking thing opened and took it off her. I stuffed it in my jacket pocket. “I don’t like it.”
She patted my chest. “Shh, take it easy, baby boy. It doesn’t mean noth—”
“I. Don’t. Like. It,” I said it through my teeth. It shut her up. I undid my own chain—I think it was the 77 one—and put it around her neck instead. That looked better. That looked right.
She held my chin and studied my eyes. Traced her thumb over my lips. “This certainly seems stupid, baby boy.”
“Do I look like I care?”
She heaved a sigh.
I tangled a hand in her hair and used the leverage to tip her head back so I could get at her neck. Fuck, she smells so good. And her skin is so soft. It’s soft like she’s crafted out of quality materials by the best artist in the world. Every time I kiss it, every time I taste her, even then, on the plane, it surprises me how fucking soft she is. It’s addictive. I just want to busy my mouth with her all the time.
“Fuck, Luka…” She moaned a pretty little noise and rutted against me when I sucked along her pulse. “AR and JJ are gonna be so mad if I’m high again...”
“I will take care of you,” I mumbled into her skin.
She rubbed slow circles on my chest. “Yeah, that’s what’ll piss them—Luka, baby boy…”
I pulled her against me more because I wanted more friction.
Right on cue, JJ’s voice rang out from across the plane. “Hey! Knock it off, you two! I’m not doing this right now!”
“I’m hungry, JJ,” I said. I went back to sucking at a mouthful of skin right over her pulse.
She tugged at my hair and whined. “Luka, baby, you’re gonna leave a bruise…”
“Not on the plane, you heathens!” Then, he muttered, “Fucking vampires. Jesus Christ. I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
Someone’s seat creaked as they got up. Lazy footsteps trailed towards us. It wasn’t JJ; JJ moves like a beetle that had too much caffeine when he’s mad, and he would not approach me anyway right now. It’s a thing about him that he thinks AR and I don’t know—that he’s scared absolutely shitless of vampires. He puts on a brave face, he’ll give it back to us when we’re being shitheads in practice or we’re failing to execute our plays, but one flash of teeth, and I can hear his heart rate tick up. He doesn’t want no biting on the plane or in the locker room. No arguing. No fighting, that’s for sure. Hell, sometimes when AR and I are giving each other shit, he tells us to knock it off when we are clearly just joking. He even smells scared.
“Now.” AR. It was AR. I should’ve known from the slow walk. He crouched next to the seat, got on eye-level with Lutkica. “Whatever happened to the time split, pretty girl?” Then he smacked my shoulder. “Knock it off, that ain’t necessary.”
I didn’t even realize I growled and flashed my teeth at him.
JJ again. “Guys, I swear to fuck—”
“Calm down, JJ,” AR said, tucking Lutkica’s hair behind her ear. “We ain’t killed each other yet, we ain’t gon’ do it now.”
I do understand JJ’s stress. AR had Lutkica all to himself for four years. JJ basically didn’t have to think about having a vampire on the team because she did a good job of keeping him well-behaved. I mean, AR’s well-behaved anyway, and not just for young American bloodline standards. Hell, from what Lutkica’s told me, she didn’t even believe he was from an American bloodline because he’s so mellow and easygoing. He also lucked out with physical symptoms. Lights don’t bother him too much, he’s not that sound sensitive because he grew up on a farm, I’ve never heard him complain of a headache, only bad thing he has is his knees sometimes, he barely complains of being tired, he’s not even that much of a biter because he’s perfectly happy on blood packs, high iron, and high raw proteins. AR’s easy.
Was. AR was easy until there was another vampire in his territory. And now JJ’s freaking the fuck out because he and I are territorial over Lutkica. It’s just a normal vampire thing, but it still sets him off. We’re not actually gonna kill each other. We like each other too much. That’s part of the problem; we like hanging out, we’re kinda like brothers, so we also set off the worst of the territorial instincts in each other.
AR’s hair was a mess again. It usually is. Like a toddler who just rolled out of bed and sprinted to the playroom. Tired eyes, slow blinks, weak half-smirk, head tilted like a dog trying to figure out how to get at a treat. Lutkica finger-combed it into a more presentable shape, and he caught her hand. Kissed her palm, then the inside of her wrist.
My mouth hurt even worse. It was the teeth. They felt too big for my mouth. My head was already heavy from the venom, and any more of this fucking teasing, and I was at risk of making myself sick. I wanted to fucking bite her already, and now I wanted to do it even more because I was being presented with a challenge to my possession of Lutkica. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, tugged her hand away from him, and pressed a wet kiss to her wrist.
His only response was a lopsided smirk.
Lutkica tutted. “Luka, bad. You two have to behave.”
“I’m behavin’,” Austin muttered.
She freed her hand from me and resumed fixing his hair. “I know, and I appreciate it. I'll do tomorrow and Saturday with you, huh?”
I pulled back to look at her. “Two days?”
AR. “It’s my day today, shithead.”
“Okay, but you’re fine. That overrides schedule!”
“I just got the shit kicked outta me in a game! You sat on a bench looking like a lost puppy.”
“I didn’t look like a lost puppy!”
“You did, too! No, actually, ya looked like a tweaker without his fix ‘cause ya don’t know how to exist without a basketball within a foot of ya!”
“Maybe I looked like a tweaker because I’m fucking hungry, AR.”
“Boys, enough,” she said, sitting up straighter. “You’re scaring the normals.”
AR’s eyes snapped to her neck. “Where's yer necklace?”
Before she could answer, I tossed it at him. He fumble-caught it, looked at it like it was a questionable thing… and then flicked me in the temple.
I flinched. “Ow. Shithead.”
“Bastard,” he muttered. “I’m gonna get you for this.”
“Boys.”
“I like to see you try,” I hissed.
“Boys.”
“Listen, bro, I told ya before; you wanna go, we’ll go.”
She made to get up, and I clamped my arms around her because the idea of her walking away, the idea of being alone right now felt like a needle in my chest. “No, okay, okay, I’ll stop! I give up!” I tucked my face into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent again. “I give up. Tomorrow and Saturday. AR. Done.”
Austin, the little shit, patted my arm. “Aight, good talk. Thank you for givin’ up.”
“Austin, don’t pick on him,” she said.
He groaned something about his knees as he stood back up and then made his way back to his seat. I caught sight of JJ slumped in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose and bouncing his leg like he does when he’s pissed at a possession but not quite mad enough to get up and start pacing the sidelines. Vando looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. LeBron was still talking about… something. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention from the moment we took off.
I took her wrist again. Pulled her back in. I don’t like biting her neck. Wrong words; I love biting her neck, but she’s too pretty to do it all the time. I know I don’t need to be careful—it’s the best part about having a vampire manager who is also a vampire; when I’m feral, I don’t have to worry about hurting her. My mouth fucking hurt, the teeth were extended, my jaw was tight from the venom trying to eject. I needed to fucking bite her or so help me God, I was going to tear her apart.
She redirected me to her neck. “Shh, here.”
I was about to ask her why when I felt her fumbling around at my fly. I just barely managed to keep a groan in my throat.
“That’s what this is about, huh, baby boy?” she whispered, slipping a hand down and palming me through my boxers. “Just want some attention? A distraction? Can’t wait for your day, so you’re gonna steal Austin’s?”
I bit her then. Picked a jugular, sunk my teeth in. It doesn’t actually feel good to bite. Like I think that’s a common misconception, that actually putting teeth in flesh feels good. It doesn’t. It hurts a lot when the venom unloads. It’s this stinging and burning and pinching in my face that gets so bad for a few seconds that it’s hard to breathe through. But it’s not the kind of pain that you want to avoid. That’s the thing about it. I think that’s why vampires get—what is the phrase? There’s a phrase for this. It’s when one thing gets confused for another thing.
Like it hurts, it fucking hurts to bite someone, but it’s a kind of pain that you want to experience over and over again because you keep forgetting how bad it hurts in the moment, but you do remember how fucking incredible it feels to be rid of the venom. Like your head is literally lighter and food tastes better and that dull aching behind your eyes and nose is gone. And then getting a fresh meal. Blood from a pack just doesn’t taste that good. It’s salty and plasticky. Warm blood from the vein, where you can still have the scent of the person as you drink, where you can hear their heart pumping, where you can feel their skin? Otherworldly.
She patted my chest again. “You got me.” Her voice was tight. “Ow, you got me, baby boy.”
Crossed wires. That’s the phrase. Vampires get crossed wires. Pain and pleasure sometimes get tangled up together.
I hummed an apology, let go, and drank down a mouthful. I slid a hand under her tank top and pawed at her belly. She’s soft, okay? She’s soft and supple and warm and I can’t get enough of her. She answered by dragging her nails over my clothed dick, and I couldn’t stop the moan this time.
JJ huffed.
AR. “It’s okay, buddy. Ya only got 10 more years of us.”
“Yeah. Fuckin’ kill me.”
“’That an offer?”
Lutkica snorted and whispered, “Poor choice of words.”
“Can I get a glass of DRC?” JJ groaned to someone. “Thanks.”
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