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[malice-ov-mercy]

My Boy

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Will Ramos x Darius Tehrani

Content Warnings: 18+, dubious consent, “threesome”, unprotected anal sex, spit as lube, possessiveness and jealousy, handjob, grinding, shotgunning, weed usage, choking, piss, humiliation, degradation

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: @concretejunglefm requested this from this prompt list. (Whispering encouragement to them) it is a threesome in the sense that three ppl are involved, but to be totally honestly, Darius became an afterthought, I’m terribly sorry. Set in the Pretty Boy verse.

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Noah didn't smoke. Will did plenty, as did Darius, so of course the two of them took the opportunity to blaze after their respective sets. Instead of hanging with his own band, Noah tagged along. It'd been a long while since he and Darius hung out, plus, who knew when the three of them would be on the same festival on the same day? Though, he would be lying if he said it was his only reason. A high Will was a horny Will, insatiably and pathetically. At some point, he would come looking for Noah for relief, and he expected it; he figured it'd be easier if he just tagged along.

What Noah didn't expect was to be third wheeling Darius and Will's get together. The both of them chattered away, not intentionally ignoring Noah, but doing so all the same. Noah tried to interject, and a few times was able to hold a conversation—and just as quickly got lost again as they bounced back and forth.

Will may not have noticed Noah staring him down, but Darius did. Each time their eyes caught, Darius would raise a brow, which only served to irritate Noah more. He bided his time, watching them pass their joints back and forth—and maybe that's partially his problem. He didn't like the thought of Darius and Will sharing spit or Darius getting even a minuscule taste of Will's mouth, as ridiculous as it sounded—though Noah did wonder if the taste of his dick lingered on Will's tongue.

Before Will fully passed the joint back to Darius, Noah pounced, grabbing him by the jaw and stealing the hit for himself. A muffled, surprised noise got caught between lips and then Will melted into him with a sigh, eager and frenzied. Noah smiled, delighted by his enthusiasm and stolen attention.

He let Will clamber into his lap, resulting in him being pushed back against the arm of the couch. Shamelessly, Will dipped his hips to rut against Noah, seemingly forgetting all about Darius being just a few inches away.

A chuckle rumbled in Noah's chest.

"Is my boy worked up?" He rasped.

Will nodded, pressing his forehead to Noah's and repeated his action. Noah slipped a hand between their bodies to fondle Will, first over his shorts, get him fully hard and even more needy, then inside, make him twitch and beg with silent gasps and rocking hips.

"Showing off, hm?" Noah wrapped his hand around Will's cock, grip firm. "Letting Darius see how much of a slut you are?"

Noah sensed Will tense more than saw it, but he did catch the heated embarrassment creeping up his neck.

"That's okay," he lied, "I know you're a needy thing. So one track minded. You get hard and it's allll you can think about."

Will's face turned cherry red, but he didn't protest as Noah decided to give Darius a full view of his ass by tugging down his bottoms. He stole a quick glance at him, angry to see a prominent tent in his pants.

"He doesn't seem to mind. He'd probably love to fuck you." Noah tightened his grip on Will's jaw. "Is that what you want?"

Noah nodded Will's head for him.

"Why don't you ask him then, hm?" He whispered. "Go on, ask him; tell him how much you need a cock."

"I… I…" Will stuttered.

Glossy and damp, his eyes flicked between Noah's, unsure of what to do. Noah encouraged him with a disingenuous smile.

"You can do it, baby."

"Darius… Can you fuck me?" Will's voice trembled, whether from desperate need or nervousness Noah didn't know—or care.

"Oh, good boy using your words," Noah pecked his lips, feather light. "Darius?"

"How do you expect me to do this without lube?" Darius asked.

Noah tore his gaze from Will to look at him.

"You know how to spit."

Darius blinked, then scoffed. Noah fixed his stare back on Will just in time to watch him gasp silently as spit hit his hole. Noah tightened his hold on his jaw and pulled him closer; a pitiful, quiet whine tickled his lips.

"Keep your fucking eyes on me, understand kitten?"Noah growled, loud enough for just Will to hear. "And don't you fucking dare moan his name."

"Hey Noah."

He looked towards Darius, only to be greeted by spit just below his eye. Darius chuckled to himself before easing inside Will's unprepared hole. In the rush of rage flowing through him, Noah missed the wholly whorish moan that escaped Will and Darius' breathless remark about how tight Will was.

Instead of barking back or mauling Darius, Noah pulled Will into a bruising, sloppy kiss, swallowing down every noise he made, every potential whimper of Darius' name. Despite being in love, there was no love in the way he grasped his throat, or forced his tongue down it. Everything was possession, claiming, asserting that it was Noah who Will wanted, who he needed. Will struggled to keep up yet still chased after him when Noah broke for air.

"Spit." He demanded, holding his hand out in front of Will.

Sheepishly Will obeyed. Noah demanded again, and again until he was satisfied. He slicked Will's cock then wrapped his hand around it, gripping tighter than he knew he liked, and jerked faster and harder than he knew Will preferred.

But Noah couldn't care less. He wasn't concerned with whether or not Will's orgasm would be satisfying. It wasn't about him. It was a twisted, convoluted display of power and control for Noah. A weird, possessive game.

It didn't stop Will from groaning in strained appreciation, or from pressing his forehead to Noah's with a gaping mouth, breath hot and damp, and drool trickling onto his closed lips.

"Feel good?" He asked, not that he truly cared.

Will choked out a breathless, "Yes. 'M close."

"Already?" Noah cooed. "You really are just a needy, pathetic thing, aren't you?"

He sped up, selfishly eager to tip him over the edge. Will tried to kiss him, but Noah grabbed his throat and squeezed. Will's eyes briefly fluttered shut then hazily fixed on Noah's. Noah tightened his grip, tighter, tighter, tighter, taking pleasure in the color change of Will's face—but Noah couldn't apply the pressure he really waned, couldn't press down on his throat until Will tapped from panic or he passed out.

Will tried to verbally warn Noah that he was about to cum, but didn't have time. His cock twitched then shot spurts of thin, warm semen over Noah's hand.

"Oh, that's not very impressive, is it?" Noah chastised. "What a pathetic load. But that's okay. I know this is a lot for a stupid little kitten."

Noah tore his gaze from Will to look at Darius—sweaty, eyes closed, teeth grit and a vice grip on Will's hips that would surely bruise. He didn't look as if he was enjoying himself and that swelled more anger inside Noah. How could he not be enjoying himself? Noah was allowing him the privilege of fucking his boyfriend, his kitten. A free fuck.

Well, if Darius wasn't enjoying himself…

Noah said his name flatly but with enough edge that Darius looked at him—eyes wild with lust.

"Don't you dare fucking cum in MY boy."

Mauled: the only way to describe what Noah did to Will later that evening. The moment the hotel door closed Noah pounced, all sharp bites and teeth, aching fingers and small blossoming purple bruises to match. Will didn't complain, he couldn't, his mouth far too busy and full to have the time. Noah was relentless, insatiable beyond human desire. He couldn't kiss Will hard enough, couldn't get his cock deep enough, and couldn't fill him with enough of his seed.

Animalistic; feral and rabid. Noah did everything he could to mark Will as his territory, short of pissing on him—but with Will laying on the hotel bed eyes glossed over and sparkling with unspilled tears, body dead weight and completely ravaged, covered in semen and spit with pretty little hickeys and teeth marks, he couldn't help himself.

A fully body shudder rippled through Noah as he relieved himself, pale yellow hitting Will squarely on his chest. He wasn't even entirely sure Will knew. He laid there like Noah's good boy and let him.

Before he completely emptied his bladder, Noah moved his stream farther up past his neck, and pissed on Will's face.

It filled him with immense pleasure to see Will not even bat an eye, just taking the humiliation of it all without complaint.

"What a good kitten, just letting me use you as I please."

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[randomfandomimagine]

being jack sparrows daughter and will turner being in love with me would include?

I’ll be adding it to my writing list now! Thank you for requesting! :)

[malice-ov-mercy]

Siren

Pairing: Will Ramos x Jolly Karlsson

Content Warnings: 18+, monsterfucking (will is a siren), tentacles, knotting (? yeah I guess), implied/mentions of edging, overstimulation,

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: @jestersnotebook request from this prompt list (overstimulating until they’re begging). I know I said I may not be able to do the weird siren sex, but I managed to cook up something. Sorry it took me 3 months. I hope it’s decent. Also, please don’t ask me how siren!Will’s anatomy works, I don’t know. I couldn’t make up my mind so I gave him that weird penis and some tentacle tendril things.

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Jolly woke with a painful gasp. His chest ached fiercely, body heavy like lead with a chill that penetrated his bones down to the marrow. The ground beneath him was just as cold, and horribly hard. Slowly, his surroundings came into focus. Smooth, dark gray stone disappeared up into the ceiling where stalactites hung precariously, as well as protruded from the floor. Jolly couldn’t tell if there was still daylight or if the cave was just dark.

This definitely was not his boat.

Splashing caught his ear and he sat up quickly, instantly regretting it. The room spun round and round, pulsed, pulled at his brain until it throbbed. Jolly clutched his head and gasped, body shaking as he fought the urge to vomit.

"Oh, so you're not dead. How delightful!" A voice spoke.

Slowly, Jolly turned his head toward the sound and visibly recoiled.

Eyes blacker than night watched him, and a mouth full of too many teeth grinned. Human arms lined with iridescent fins crossed on the stone ground a few feet away as a head full of dripping wet ringlet curls rested on them. Peeking through the surface of the water was a large, bubble gum pink and seafoam green fish tail.

"Siren." He spat, disgusted.

The creature frowned. "That's some thanks for saving your life."

"Thanks for saving my life?" Jolly repeated. "Your kind beckons sailor's deaths so forgive me if I lack enthusiastic appreciation."

It looked at Jolly, pout plastered on its face, though it didn't appear as if it were attempting to garner sympathy, more so like a mockery.

"And your kind seeks mine for trophies and bragging rights." It smiled. "An eye for an eye, yes?"

Jolly wanted wanted to argue, but another wave of nausea inducing dizziness washed over him. He pressed his forehead to the cold stone beneath to ground himself.

“It’s so rare I get such a delicious looking treat all the way out here,” the creature grinned with all their teeth; they were sharp and jagged, like they’re meant for ripping flesh. “I do hope you’ll be staying a while—if you don't succumb first.”

After the first fourteen days and nights, Jolly lost count of how long he'd been resigned to the siren's home. He grew tired of fish. On occasion, the siren—who went by Will, but Jolly had been reluctant to call him by his name, up until he stopped responding to Siren—would bring him meats or sometimes a sweet confection. He didn't question how he obtained the foods, lest he discover Will lured other sailors to their demise.

By the time thirty days passed, he gave up any hope of ever seeing land again.

Some time around the first month, Will revealed he could walk on land. Jolly tucked away to desperately, loudly, pleasure himself—deep, rumbling moans, quick and spit slicked strokes all bounced off stone walls. Jolly hadn't heard his name being called or the damp footsteps approaching. His peak was rapidly approaching, but before it could crest, Will appeared. Jolly scrambled to cover himself, beat red embarrassed, and Will? Completely unbothered.

Despite his embarrassment, Jolly couldn't help his wandering gaze, noting each trail of water that followed every toned muscle of lightly sun kissed skin. Nothing about him screamed inhuman. His once black eyes were now normal, brown like his soaking wet hair, and the teeth peeking through his amused smirk were human. No fins, gills, no tail. Just… a very attractive, very naked, fit man.

At sixty days, pent up restlessness consumed him, his hand no longer sufficient enough to take off the edge, and exacerbated by naked images of Will plaguing his mind. Will had cheekily offered assistance when he first caught Jolly, which he declined, but now desperation sunk in, clinging to him like invasive urchins.

Jolly didn't bother hiding this time. He pleasured himself out in the open, leisurely dragging it out and tormenting his self to keep hard until Will returned. He had no way of knowing how long he would be gone or how much time had passed, but Jolly quickly began to tire of edging and his wrists grew sore. Frustration brewed until his bones itched and he could feel every blood cell flowing through his body. By a miracle,Jolly heard the familiar splashing of water letting him know Will had returned.

His name came in shallow, quiet breaths, heating his cheeks in shame. Approaching wet footsteps caused Jolly to speed up to once again bring himself to the edge, just to stop at Will's knowing and borderline condescending chuckle.

"You beg for me yet won't allow me to help?" Will cocked his head to the side.

Jolly swallowed the last of his pride. "I would like to ask now."

"Oh?" Will flashed his teeth. "And how would you have me?"

The question confused Jolly. He was well familiar and far from a stranger to sex with men; one does what one needs during long, grueling journey's at sea—and truthfully, he much preferred the male couplings to women. Unless Will was asking who was penetrating, in which Jolly usually was, but he didn't possess the strength or patience.

"I don't care," Jolly whispered, tears prickling his eyes. "I just need relief. Please, Will."

Will stood above him, unmoving, dark brown eyes boring into him, like he was studying Jolly, looking at him like prey. Jolly felt wholly vulnerable and exposed.

He began to hum, the solemn tune sinking deep in his ears and making them vibrate. Static slowly filled his head that spread through the rest of his body, heating him with warmth that was almost fuzzy. Almost comforting. Will held out a hand. Jolly grasped it without hesitation.

Hand in hand, gazes locked, Will led Jolly towards the water's edge. The smile he gave was unnerving, but it failed to phase through the fog swirling inJolly's brain. He was far too clouded by lust and…

"It's been a pleasure having you, Jolly."

Jolly was yanked into dark, bone chillingly cold water. The gasp caught in his throat was swiftly forced out as Will slammed him against cold stone. Gone was the attractive human man he plead for, replaced by the horrifying creature with the sharp grin and abysses for eyes he met first—yet, Jolly found himself not caring.

Something large and bulbous circled his hole, prodding and teasing with a mind of its own. Jolly tried to wiggle and get more stimulation, but Will clasped a strong hand on his throat. Small tendrils, around a dozen, maybe more, trailed along the thick vein on the underside of his erection. The appendage between his cheeks pressed, pressed, pressed against him until it finally popped inside to secrete a viscous liquid to allow a second, much larger bulb to notch. It pulsed as it thrust inside him, the first knot swelling as it went deeper and deeper while the other stayed in place, stretching him and keeping him in place.

At the same time, the tendrils wrapped around Jolly's length and squeezed. Three or four stroked over his tip, smearing and collecting his dribbling seed. Overwhelm washed over him all at once. If not for Will's hand on his throat, Jolly would have gone entirely limp and sank like a rock. His gasping, mindless moans were trapped beneath his grasp and grew dangerously light headed because of it.

"P…lease…" Jolly blinked one eye at a time; he was unsure if his plea was even audible. "Ple-ease…"

"Am I too much for you?" Will grinned, wide and wild, baring all his teeth. "Or are you begging for more?"

Jolly wasn't sure how much more he could take. Between his earlier efforts and Will's current, he was surprised he didn't immediately erupt. Jolly begged again. And again, until it all truly became too much and he cried, pitifully spilling his seed. A tendril slid and flicked at the slit, acting as lapping tongue. Inside him, the first bulb grew warm. Jolly felt it getting bigger and bigger, swelling to the size of the second and he swore even bigger. The pressure was intense, stretching him far beyond what should be possible, then in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

A thick, thick substance flooded Jolly. At some point, Will let up on his chokehold because Jolly heard the absolutely depraved and whorish moan that burst from his lungs. He was impossibly full, stuffed and plugged with foreign and fantastical sperm.

"What a shame I won't take," Will sighed, disappointed, "A waste of my seed."

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[malice-ov-mercy]

And Jester's gotta drop a Noah x Will prompt. Structure, blood, and stone. :))

Wow this sure is something.

Carved with bone and stained with his own blood, Noah kneeled before the stone structure, its likeness stood behind him. Fingers warm with the heat of hellfire slithered from the base of his skull to mask his eyes, tilting his head back to bare his throat.

“A fine offering for worship,” Will praised, silky smooth and saccharine. “Such attention to detail. Is this how you view me?”

Noah suppressed the shudder that threatened to make him a fool—but his composure faltered as His fingers migrated to his throat, deftly caressing the sensitive flesh. He sighed quietly, breathless and needy.

“Y-yes.”

Tentatively, he allowed his eyes to open, heart hammering against his ribs as Will gazed down at him with a similar wonder and devotion that he gazed up at Him with.

“Others would kill to be my favorite, you know.” He stared intensely at Noah, hoping to invoke just a sliver of fear. “But none are as loyal and devote… deserving as you.”

Will delicately pushed Noah’s hair out of his reverent eyes. For a long moment, He just stared, admiring his unearthly beauty and pondering how mortals could make offspring so perfect. It was terribly unbecoming of Him to harbor such emotions for a human, but how could He not?

“You should be rewarded.”

He stepped around Noah, keeping one hand on his head. Slowly, Will sank to His knees in front of him. Noah attempted to protest, but He silenced him with fingers pressed to his lips.

“I desire to worship you, Noah. Do not start to question or deny me now.”

[malice-ov-mercy]

Jester's sending "slapping" + Noah's cute little ass for Will/Noah.

Me 🤝🏻 not reading a request fully before finishing.

It’s Will’s ass being slapped instead of Noah. It’s also set in the Pretty Boy verse. Consider it a birthday present <3

from this prompt list

18+ below the cut. (Spanking, knife, blood, cutting/marking with a knife, spreader bar)

Red hot heat radiated from the hand print and crudely cut NS on Will's cheek. The welt covered the supple flesh almost entirely. Noah delicately placed his hand over it and even more gently soothed the mark, further smearing trickles of blood and earning a shaky gasp plus a shiver from Will. It throbbed beneath his palm.

"I like how this looks." Noah's voice came out steady and calm despite feral lust burning through him. "You should get it tattooed."

He pressed his thumb against his initials until Will squirmed, then dug his nail into them. Will choked on a whimper in a futile attempt to move; the spreader bar kept his legs apart, spread wide so Noah could see everything he wanted—cock heavy and leaking, twitching with every deep breath, his hole wet, glistening with spit, puckering, pleading to be filled or played with again—and his arms in place, wrists bound to the middle so Noah could watch him fruitless grasp at nothing.

Will cried out when Noah's hand made contact with his ass again, harshly and painfully. The sting had almost dulled to numbness, but blossomed intensely once more.

"Did that hurt?" Noah cooed.

"Y-yeah." Will choked.

Gently, Noah ran his hand over the hand print. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Do you need a second?"

"No." Will sighed.

Noah reached for Will's knife and flicked the blade open.

"Good," he said, trailing the tip of the knife up the length of his cock, "because I'm not done marking you yet."

He positioned the the blade on Will's unblemished cheek and sliced his initials once more until his flesh—only now, Noah paired it with a plus sign and WR. Crimson bloomed, swelled until it trickled down, leaving bloody trails. Noah licked the blade clean before tossing it aside and licking up the blood he drew. Will whined.

Possessive. Possessive. Noah desired, obsessed. Desired, craved to carve his name into every inch of Will, be as permanently apart of him as the sprawling myriad of tattoos. Obsessed.

[malice-ov-mercy]

If you’re still accepting the three words meme, Dodger requesting fire, flesh and bone for Will/Noah 🥰

A bit if a continuation of this :)

18+ below the cut (implied smut, implied body worship, religious themes)

Noah was scared to touch Him, terrified he’d blemish His holy skin, taint beyond the flesh down to the bone. But Will had no qualms about touching him—delicate hands blazing fire in his blood, lips caressing and blossoming flowers in the wake of beautifully scorched nerves. Noah, an altar for Him, uniquely divine and sacred in a way he couldn’t fathom.

Will left no inch of Noah unblessed; from the top of his head to the sole of his feet saw some form Heaven. The reverential, angelic amber glow of His eyes felt almost blasphemous, wasted on him, but a fool Noah would be to not indulge in such honor.

He did not deny Will. Noah obeyed, just as His proclaimed favorite should. He was His worship, His prayer, His confession, His end. Damnation for Noah, Salvation for Will.

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Diamond & Pearls

Pairing: vampire!Nicholas Ruffilo x siren!Will Ramos

Content warnings: 18+, dubcon, poorly portrayed hypnotizing, oral (throatfucking/facefucking), masturbation/handjob, blood, alcohol consumption, mention of cigarette and cigar smoke, perhaps a little body horror??

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: so I originally misread Jester's request and didn't realize til I was about to post it. I debated on setting this in Din Evigt, but decided against it. I don't know if I did a great job at implying Will's a siren, but he is. This definitely was not supposed to end up this long, but it very clearly got away from me. This was also incredibly frustrating to write for one particular reason you will find out as you read.

Seated in the farthest, darkest corner of the quaint lounge, Nicholas mindlessly swirled his drink. A tall, curly haired man adorned in a red and black floral suit stood center stage. His voice, smooth and robust, carried easily on the cigarette and cigar smoke, blending seamlessly with the melody of the piano. Patrons—even a few waitstaff—were enamored. Nicholas supposed to a degree he was as well.

The man seemed to thrive off the attention, heavily tattooed hands caressing the mic stand, eyes closed and allowing the music to flow through him. Stage light caught the necklace he wore, the glittering sparkle of diamond and pearl almost blinding but wholly mesmerizing.

Squinting, Nicholas sipped his drink. While enchanting, something was off about about him, something he couldn't place or explain. It was more a feeling than anything—a weird prickling at the base of his skull and what he could only describe as an unsettling fascination. He couldn't even call it attraction—though he was quite attractive. Even more tattoos sprawled from under the collar of his shirt and lined his jaw. Perfect blonde ringlets almost moved of their own volition. Yes, the man was quite attractive, but even still, in a way Nicholas failed to pinpoint.

He opened his eyes, a sorrowful expression etched in his features, matching the tone of his song. The man slowly scanned the crowd, ensuring each person received a personal stare down. When his eyes met Nicholas', it was like a magnet, an instant connection, instant pull. He kept his gaze trained on him, distant melancholic brown shifting into something more determined, purposeful, almost hypnotic. Nicholas squinted more, seafoam mere slivers as he watched his serenade.

No longer did it feel meant for the lounge patrons. It felt as if he were singing directly to Nicholas, for Nicholas. Held captive by his stare.

And then, just as quickly as it began, it was over. Whistling and polite yet loud clapping filled the space. A wide smile appeared on the man's face, bowing with an arm exaggeratedly extended, pride and elation radiating from him in waves. That peculiar prickling in his skull eased, but there was still a tug when their eyes met again, even though it was brief. He disappeared behind the deep sapphire curtain—and subsequently, the prickling ceased entirely. Nicholas felt… normal.

The hushed hustle and bustle of the lounge resumed. Patrons and employees flittered about, some going out of their way to offer polite smiles, but most entirely ignoring him. Nicholas, however, kept a sharp eye on every passerby, every movement, searching for a weak spot. It'd been too long since he last fed, and he really needed a meal.

His hunting wass cut short by a familiar prickling and intrusion. How Nicholas managed to not catch the man's presence until now was beyond him. He was usually quick and keen to notice even the most minor shift in detail.

"Your staring isn't all that subtle, you know." The man spoke lightly, a little too friendly. "You don't get anyone that way."

He sat directly beside him, brightly colored drink garnished with two cherries in hand; an all too casual air surrounded him. Attractive in every sense of the word, but also in a way that left Nicholas a little unsettled. His grin was unassuming, with teeth a touch too sharp to be human. Perfect, immaculate ringlets that appeared saturated with water moved effortlessly with him as he adjusted in his seat.

The diamond and pearls didn't glitter like under the stage light, but the subtle shimmering still drew Nicholas' eyes to the man's partially exposed, equally heavily tattooed neck—a soft yet vivid hibiscus, a face or perhaps mask, and a frog. Ink continued along his jaw, black swirls that spread to the side of his head, and even more ink disappeared under the buttoned portions of his shirt.

"Vampires," Nicholas narrowed his eyes, "tend to be a little more…"

The man trailed off and plucked a cherry from his drink. He held it in the air, letting it dangle over his drink while droplets of bright red syrup dripped. His tongue curled around the fruit, drawing attention to his mouth and his definitely too sharp to be human teeth. Red collected on his lips as he bit, dribbling down the center and settling in the divot below his lip.

Nicholas zeroed in on the color, pupils dilating so intensely he swore he felt it—and it must have been obvious, because the man flashed a sharp, toothy grin.

"Oh, poor thing. You must be starving." He swiped his thumb across his chin. "Or, you're just very young. Naïve. Inexperienced."

"I don't like assumptions." Nicholas curtly replied.

Amused, the man scoffed as he plucked the second cherry from his drink and popped it inside his mouth, stem included. Nicholas narrowed his gaze, curiously watching him. His jaw moved too much and peculiarly to just be chewing. He could only imagine the difficultly of getting through the stem, and he also didn't understand the appeal of wanting to eat it.

Unassuming brown locked with his cold steel. Something began festering somewhere inside him, slowly spreading like roots, tangling easily with his nerves. It squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, heavy and tight like a vice. Static coursed through him; dull ringing penetrated his ears, reverberating profoundly. Nicholas could feel the grating buzz in his teeth, irritating the back of his throat, itching to the point of insanity. He wanted to stick his fingers in every orifice of his face and claw and scratch until he felt relief—but it seemed impossible to tear his gaze away from the man.

At the same time a wry smile crept onto the man's face, haze infiltrated Nicholas' mind, choking and suffocating all his thoughts until all that resided was him.

Ever so, he cocked his head to the side. The tiniest sliver of the cherry stem poked between his lips. Nicholas saw the movement more than he heard his voice.

"Care to tell me your name?"

"Nicholas." His reply was near instantaneous.

"Nicholas." The man repeated.

He slid the cherry stem out of his mouth—perfectly tied into a knot—and pointed it at him. "Well, Nicholas, I didn't expect you to be so… willing."

Blankly, Nicholas blinked, wholly unaware of what he meant. The smile the man gave was unsettling, like he knew an obvious secret and was waiting for Nicholas to catch on.

"How about," he stood, extending a hand out to him, "you show me how willing you can be, hm?"

Without hesitation, Nicholas grabbed it. The man's smile grew into a grin, flashing sharp teeth. He felt disconnected from his body, yet somehow his limbs were both weightless and made of lead. Not dizzy, maybe a little disoriented. His surroundings were clear, but it mattered so little; all his focus, all his attention was on the man dragging him along. He acknowledged each and every pleasantry shot his way, either with a nod, bright smile, or wave. No one seemed to notice Nicholas stumbling behind—and if they did, they certainly didn't care.

One person went out of their way to totally disrupt him, stepping right in their path. Nicholas caught a brief glance of a scathing glare before it shifted into something a little more friendly. His smile was forced as he spoke, mindlessly nodding along and halfheartedly pretending to care about the drivel spilling from their mouth.

The static tingle beneath Nicholas' skin intensified, heating his blood and making him sweat. Subconsciously, he squeezed the man's hand in an attempt to ground himself. He seemed to understand because he interrupted them, excusing himself and Nicholas and hastily hurried to… Where were they going? Why was he following this man again? …Who even is this?

He stopped abruptly, trying to rack his brain for answers he wasn't given. The man looked over his shoulder, head cocked to the side, brown eyes curious. Despite knowing literally nothing about him, a frenzied flutter blossomed in Nicholas' chest, heart racing uncontrollably. He squeezed his hand harder. The man raised his brow.

"I don't… know your name?" Nicholas furrowed his brow.

A much smaller, softer smile—perhaps almost kind—spread on the man's face. He exhaled, just as soft but with a hint of amusement. Turning to face him, he unlaced their loosely entwined fingers, but kept a gentle grasp on Nicholas' hand as he brought it to his lips.

His gaze was intense, hot and heavy as his breath as he spoke.

"I'm going to keep your mouth much too busy for you to be calling out my name." He paused for a moment, squinting at him as if he were studying Nicholas. "Although… Maybe I might enjoy hearing beg for me."

But Nicholas didn't learn his name—not when they disappeared into a dressing room, not when he was grabbed by his throat and pulled into a slow kiss that left him dazed and weak-kneed. He could only gasp and swear as too many sharp teeth scraped along his neck, daring to puncture the sensitive flesh. Nicholas nearly let himself go completely limp, subconsciously surrendering to the arms keeping him upright.

Not even when the man had Nicholas down on his knees, struggling to swallow down his cock—yet another part of him that wasn't quite human: it glistened, slick with a natural sticky lubricant, where there should've been a vein instead were small, bumpy ridges that Nicholas discovered both of them enjoyed having his tongue massage, and a thick shaft with subtle, smooth swellings on either side—did he share his name.

The hand tangled in his raven locks kept him in place so he could bruise the back of his throat. Drool and slick leaked from his mouth, making a mess of his chin and the man's lap. His cock pulsed and throbbed, growing warmer and warmer by the second. Nicholas wondered if he was getting close.

He moaned over and over, silently encouraging him to fill his mouth—except the man abruptly pulled him off and shoved his face to his thigh. Briefly, he caught a glimpse of his cock: engorged, swollen, and flushed from base to leaking tip.

"Bite." The man commanded, wrapping a tattooed hand around himself and squeezing enough to elicit a deep groan.

Nicholas turned just enough to look up at him, catching sight of eyes much darker then before. The whites had turned black, his pupil's and iris' also blending seamlessly. If he wasn't wary of his humanness before, Nicholas was now certain he was not. Light caught the newfound abysses inhabiting his skull, reflecting silver then revealing a quick flicker of blue that Nicholas thinks could have been a trick.

"Bite, Nicholas." He said again, tone sharp like his teeth.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, accompanied by a whole body tremble as Nicholas sank his fangs into the sensitive and tender flesh of his inner thigh. Blood—thinner than it should have been—flooded his mouth, seeped between his teeth, coated every inch of his tongue; he couldn't drink fast enough. What he failed to swallow dribbled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin until he felt wet trails disappearing under and into his shirt collar.

He slurped, slurped, slurped, slurped; it just kept coming, with no end in sight. Resigned to feast forever, Nicholas closed his eyes and allowed himself a blissful, indulgent moment. However, it was short lived. A fist twisted in his hair and he was being pulled off and hauled up. Clumsily, he found himself perched in the man's lap, those same dark, dark eyes burning holes through him.

"Do you still want to know my name?" He asked.

It seemed silly and unimportant at this point, but Nicholas did still want to know.

"Yes." Blood trickled out of his mouth.

And once more, instead of being told, Nicholas was met with another kiss, except this one was frantic, bruising and fierce. He latched onto the man's suit jacket with a white knuckled grip. The man kept his hand tangled in Nicholas' hair while he used the other to pry one of his off his jacket, guiding it down to his incredibly slick, swollen, and throbbing cock. He closed his hand around Nicholas' and set a fast pace, groaning unashamed into his mouth.

Nicholas swore razor sharp teeth nicked his lip, the sting implied more than just a nibble, but he couldn't be sure if the blood was "his" or what he just consumed.

The man bucked, then spilled, sticky, thick ropes of what Nicholas assumed semen coating their hands. He wanted to glance and see if the color was the same as his, but he didn't want to break the kiss quite yet.

But he had different plans. He tugged Nicholas' hair until he was able to pull him away enough to see red staining his mouth. His other hand came in view, and without being asked or prompted, Nicholas parted his lips, allowing him to slip semen covered fingers between them.

The grin he gave was wholly unsettling, mouth full of red, sharp teeth, and much to wide for his face. Paired with his pitch black stare, Nicholas felt like prey in the grasp of a Great White Shark.

"My name is Will."

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