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Fandom: My Golden Blood | Pairing: Tonkla/Nakan Tags: Canon Divergence w/ Vampire Tonkla!, New Vampire Learning, Blood Exchange, Bloody kissing Summary: - Nakan gets Tonkla to feed.

“I don’t want to hear another word about it.” Nakan fussed. It was beyond frustrating that Mark had figured out that Tonkla was alive. Now he was dealing with two frustations. The first being that now his phone was being blown up by calls from those obnoxious lovesick brats; while the second being that Tonkla was refusing to feed. The new fledgeling was stubborn as hell. It was important for him not to get stuck to the bloodbags and be afraid to feed from humans. That led to pathetic elder vampires afraid of their hunger.

“Don’t hurt him.” Mark fussed even louder which prompted Nakan to hang up then dramatically toss the phone across his desk. Nakan pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat back in his plush leather desk chair. He didn’t want to deal with them on top of focusing on this pressing issue.

“Well that sounded like a shitty coversation, khun.” The all too familiar voice of his stubborn prodigy. When Nakan dropped his hand, he spared a glance in Tonkla’s direction. He looked so tired with his sunken eyes and normally dark skin was sickly pale. He wanted his skin golden brown and the smell of sunshine on said skin back. The refusal to drink was making him start to appear emaciated.

“Aren’t we past speaking to each other respectfully?” Nakan tilted his head. His tone was one of exasperation.

“I guess you’re right, Nakan.” Tonkla sassed the older vampire. The way Nakan’s gaze shifted as if he was seeing through to finally looking at him made him shiver. Not from the cold but for the intensity like he was trying to figure out what Tonkla was thinking just by looking at him.

“You need to…” Nakan started to push for him to feed again. Why was something so easy so hard for Tonkla?

“...to take a hot bath. Yes, I'll go do that.” Tonkla huffed, deciding that if Nakan was going to just scold him that he could at least be a brat to him for it. He grabbed the hem of his oversized sweater and tossed it at Nakan’s face. That left his torso on display as he forced himself to saunter out instead of stomping.

“Damn brat.” Nakan cursed as the sweater hit its mark. He yanked it down from his face and was going to toss it on his desk when he found himself unable to not scent it. With the eruption about Tong’s blood and how it was now resolved there was no hiding the truth from himself. Tonkla meant more to him than he originally planned. He was supposed to be a throat to feed off of till he got ahold of Tong. Now, he’d rather get rid of Tong instead of Tonkla.

Nakan was sipping on scotch when he looked up from his ipad to see Taz walking calmly down the hallway. He lowered the glass, frowning. “Taz?”

No response.

“Taz.” Nakan called once more before setting his drink roughly then tossed his tablet on the desk. It was getting even more frustrating that Tonkla wasn’t feeding. It was necessary for him to survive in this new body.

“Would you just…” Nakan started to fuss and wasn’t that just pathetic of him? He was being run by a damn fledgling. His thoughts stopped as he found a trail of clothing leading to the ensuite bathroom. The door open with the sound of water running easily told him what was happening. As well as the sound of scrubbing.

“Get out.” Tonkla demanded the moment that Nakan leaned against the door frame to watch the younger vampire bathe. There wasn’t any lingring smell of blood nore of release that gave Nalan an understanding of the need that is till he saw the look in Tonkla’s eyes when their gazes met.

“I said get out.” Tonkla reiterated, putting more pressure on the rag as he scrubbed his skin. He felt grimey and foul after interacting with one the loyal servants that Nakan kept. It just felt like he was not just violating them but ultimately himself in the end. This wasn’t what he wanted.

“You’re thinking too much.” Nakan could already smell the sour notes of anxiety and stress. “Drop the rag, Nong.” Nakan instructed but once again his words fell on deaf ears as Tonkla scrubbed some more. Nakan didn’t care about the steaming hot water as he stepped down into the lowered glass rain shower styled bath still clothed. He took hold of Tonkla’s wrist to get the younger vampire to stop. The tug to give back the control of his wrist was weak.

“Get out.” Tonkla once again commanded but there was no heat to it. Just tiredness.

“This is when you’re supposed to be your strongest before you begin aging immortally.” Nakan sighed, “if you’d just.-”

“What, listen? Or better yet just shove down the part that tells me it’s wrong to take from them? You think I haven’t tried? Between us, who do you think is feeling this gnawing hunger more?” Tonkla snapped at him. His last bit of control slipped as he wanted this whole thing to be over. Nakan wanted him to feed? Well damn it he will just not from the source the older vampire was telling him to.

“Then just do it.” Nakan pressed with a firm tone. A stirring of heat settled in his gut as Tonkla’s eyes began to glow, narrowing at him. He swallowed hard and could feel Tonkla’s gaze drop to track the movement. In the next breath he was being crowded against the glass, his head hitting the wall. There was a crackeling crunching sound from the force of the shove against the glass not that Nakan was going to dare to check, especially not when Tonkla quick as lightning struck his neck. The silk of Nakan’s button up gave way under Tonkla’s grip.

The faint memory of pain followed by the sudden wave of want. An electric current in his veins that was at the same time lulling him into a daze. How long had it been since he’d allowed this to happen? It was on the edge of his memory but ultimately it didn’t matter. At this moment it was just Tonkla and himself. Nakan tilted his head slightly away only to have Tonkla’s hand gripping his jaw to bring his face closer before sliding down to take hold of his throat at his adam's apple to keep him in place. A moan escaped from Tonkla as he continued to feed off his sire.

The tang he memorized from the times he had gotten his own blood in his mouth when he was human. Nakan’s taste was nothing he’d ever tasted in his life and he couldn’t help but want more. A hunger settled in his core. There was no repulsion as he sucked, pressing his fangs deeper into the older vampire’s neck. If he had the choice between feeding from humans or feasting on Nakan, he already knew what he was going to choose.

“Tonkla.” Nakan’s fangs had dropped as his eyes glowed. He needed to get Tonkla to stop. Newly turned vampires were dangerous with their hunger. “You need to stop.”

“More.” Tonkla released the tender still bleeding flesh from his mouth. The urge to lick up the tendril of blood sliding down into Nakan’s collarbone. Instead of hesitating he went to lean back in but Nakan caught his jaw, tilting the younger vampire’s face back so that Tonkla’s gaze met his own.

“Patience.” Nakan rasped at the weight of Tonkla’s gaze. He wasn’t going to deny him doing this in the future that much was sure. If that meant Tonkla looked at him the way he did right now. Nakan knew he was supposed to chide him for his behavior but he found himself closing the distance so that he could capture Tonkla’s blood stained lips with an open, ravenous kiss that mirrored Tonkla’s bite.

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Bring Me To Life ✂️

Pairing: Tonkla X Nakan | Series: My Golden Blood

Pain. That’s what his mind supplies. The flicker of a memory so fickle like the movement of a candle flame. A mirage of Tong’s horrified expression. His laughter.

However, that's not the sound filling Tonkla’s ear canal right now. No it’s the slosh of water and the wisp of silk brushing stone. He smells the salt of water and flowers in the breeze. Slowly, Tonkla opens his eyes. There’s sunlight and so much pristine white. That’s the color of the silk sheets and curtains of the canopy of the bed his laying on. From where he is laying on his side he moves to sit up. The blanket slipped down his chest making him realize he is in fact naked. He can feel the silk without checking but he does check his chest where he’d been impaled.

Or had that been a horrid nightmare? There was nothing to show that event ever happened. A thought bubbled in his brain, what the fuck had happened?

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