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Nothin’ to Lose

Part 4 Super Dead Friends / Le Petit Coup / Hit the Lights

Day 19 of 30 Days of Dom

Pairing: Dom x Lestat de Lioncourt

Rating: R ish? Almost R

Warnings: language. Vampire things. Mentions of sexual acts. Mentions of blood drinking. Lestat being a drama queen. Boys trying to out brat each other. Mentions of death/turning. Evil cliffhanger again

Go read @smutblud 's Day 19 🖤

“Must you mortals always be so dramatic?” I teased Dominic through the small gap between the curtain covered glass doors. He was standing in soft morning light on the other side, something I couldn't touch for long. Blood of Akasha or not I was no day walker. I was desperately craving the boy after his bath but instead of listening to me and putting himself ass up in bed he was enjoying a sunrise with a cup of tea on the veranda.

“Wha’ ya mean? I'm ‘aving a cup of tea. Come out.” He laughed, trying to reach through the gap in the doors to pull me out with him. I stayed just a step away. I could see the sunlight slowly crawling over him, painting his pale skin in yellow, and I could almost distantly remember the feeling. Moments such as that I missed it. He was wearing only a towel and I thought to risk searing my hand to fully undress him. But no, someone outside might glimpse what for the moment was mine. Besides, I could feel something… off about him.

“Are you nervous? Is it… Are you not accustomed to love with a man?” I pondered aloud, I could hear his heart beating faster than before. It wasn't that though, he laughed at the question. Even seemed to snort in that way only humans could. As if so overcome with glee they couldn't stop themselves.

“No Les, been fucked before. Don't worry about tha’.”

I twinged yet again and asked- “If it's the spankings you've accumulated from calling me that awful name-” Another giggle. I had to take a step further back as the sun rose higher. He had to be nearly done with his drink. His hair was almost dry. I was achingly hard for him, the blood of my last victim rushing hot through my body. I was tempted to grab him but he was so illuminated he would automatically see what a monster I was. There was no way to hide my skin from the sun.

“Ain't the bloody spankings Les.” He put a special emphasis on the name knowing he was adding yet another lash. He sipped the last of his tea and took a deep breath as if he were etching the moment to his memory. He was starting to make me nervous. I had tried to stay out of his mind since we became friends but I was close to reading his thoughts. Thankfully I didn't have to. He finally spoke again. “Jus’ enjoying me last morning before I let you turn me.”

I wasn't often easily surprised but I found myself asking, “Excusez-moi?” Momentarily reverting to my native tongue. Most humans thought me an actor playing the role of Lestat de Lioncourt after my ex and fledgling had released his damn book. They didn't actually believe me until far too late. I had simply come to visit him for sex and a snack had I not? I let myself rifle through his thoughts if only to see if he was teasing me. Images of my cock filling him were certainly there but over it all… Death’s cold embrace and my immortal kiss. Perhaps humans weren't the only dramatic ones. “I don't know what you mean.” I tried to lie. Suddenly I found myself just as anxious. I thought about fleeing but his bath had pushed our time together to sun rise. Fuck, I was trapped.

“No?” My once submissive boy asked, pushing the door open between us so I had to rush further into the room. He stood there in blazing morning light almost challenging me. “I wanna be yours. Please? Give me the choice ya never got.” A bastardized quote I once gave to my Louis. Maybe my young blood boy would make a perfect fledging yet.

“Let me take you as you are now. Before anything else. Let me taste you?” I didn't exactly admit to anything but I yearned for him in a way I hadn't felt in a century. I could see he liked the idea just as much as I did if the bulge under his towel was anything to go by. I held out my hand, pointing to the bed but I couldn't move until he closed the door behind him.

“Please?” We whispered in unison and I felt my heart beat in tandem with his. The first step.

Author's Note: I'm sorry 🫣 I know it's another cliffhanger and no sex chapter but it's hard to fit things when we're only writing drabbles. I hope it's still enjoyable though 🖤

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Hit the Lights

Day 18 of 30 Days of Dom

Part 3 Super Dead Friends / Le Petit Coup

Pairing: Dom x Lestat de Lioncourt

Rating: PG-13, edge of R (edge is apt)

Warnings: language, Lestat being dramatic, blood drinking, nude Dom, mentions of spankings, hand stuff, needy immortal, bad nicknames, razor nicks, sexy cliffhanger (I'm sorry)

Go read @smutblud 's Day 18 🖤

LET'S STAY HOME TONIGHT

I had only just passed the door frame of Dom's hotel room when he started removing his belt and pants. I was fully in support of the way my night was turning out but part of me was surprised. Didn't humans like kisses and foreplay first?

“I need a baff, didn't know you was coming and I didn't shower after me show.” He explained over his shoulder. Part of me was mildly disappointed but he didn't seem to be closing the bathroom door between us. Perhaps I still had a chance of the night going my way.

I followed closer as he pushed his leather pants to the floor and stepped free of them, his bare ass like a perfect peach before me. “A man after my own heart.” I cooed. He wore no underwear beneath his leathers. I hadn't believed in that since I was bedding whores in the Auvergne or trying to find secret moments with my first male love Nicky. I shook my head, it wasn't the time to let the ghost of memory overwhelm me. I was with a fresh young human.

I leaned against the bathroom counter as I watched him fill the tub and eventually seat himself inside the warm bath water. A joke settled in my mind how he was basically making himself soup for me but of course I couldn't say so out loud. I still hadn't decided what to do with him in the long run. Fledgling or food? Lover or life partner?

“What are you doing?” I asked as he picked up a razor and took it to his chest. I suppose I had thought he was so smooth naturally but at the sight of the dark thatch between his legs I knew better. A razor seemed so… vintage and even I knew that was silly for me to say.

“Giving you a smoove place to bite. Don't fink I didn't notice. Kinky bastard.” The boy explained and I laughed. So thoughtful. I'd sunk my fangs into far worse. Though it did have me questioning how much he had figured out about me. Did he know? Was he already aware he was befriending a monster?

My nostrils flared when he found himself distracted and the razor nicked his skin. I wasn't sure which hunger surged stronger in that moment, did I wish to eat him or fuck him? Both perhaps. “Are you alright?” I forced myself to ask at his hiss of pain but I still found myself kneeling near to him. My hand reached for the crimson droplet on his pale skin and his gaze followed as I took it between my lips and tasted him. Such a lovely treat.

“Les-” He whimpered and I mentally added another spanking to his list but I didn't say anything. Instead I touched his chest again and let my hand move down… down… “Fuck!” He cursed. He was already hard for me, such a very good boy. My fingers curled around his length and squeezed gently. Harder. Just a little more until his head fell back and his hips bucked.

With his blood as rouge on my lips I stroked him slowly and asked a simple question. “My hand or would you like to get fucked mon ange?” I purred softly, leaning over his bath to press my lips to his. I loved making them taste themselves. A hint of what was to come.

Author's Note: I'm sorry 😬 I know it's just about to get good but I have to keep it drabble length! Maybe if it's still enjoyed I'll add to it 🖤

[smutblud]

30 Days of Dom: Day 18

LET'S STAY HOME TONIGHT

Dom x Unspecified Reader

"Dom?! I'm home! Where are you?" You call as you burst through the door into his home.

"Upstairs, love!" Dom's voice responds, echoing slightly.

You drop your bags and hurdle up the stairs, dashing down the hall at the top you fling open the door to the master bedroom, ready to jump into his arms.

But he isn't there.

"Dom?"

"In 'ere, love."

It's then you notice the bathroom door standing slightly ajar, warm yellow light flickering on the hardwood floor outside it.

Taking a moment to catch your breath and collect yourself, you smooth down your clothes and hair and push the door further open with a shaking hand, a bright smile on your face.

You find Dom in the bath, also smiling, but his eyes are bright with pain. "Hey, love. I missed ya."

Your heart lurches as you rush to the bath, dropping to your knees, the smile falling from your face. "What's wrong?"

Dom shifts in the bath, wincing. "Guess I'm not hidin' it very well then. I stepped wrong coming out of the airport and fooked me back up... again."

"Oh no!" You gasp. "What happened? Did you go to the hospital? What did the doctors say? How bad is it?"

"Woah, woah!" Dom holds up his hands. "Slow down, love. I can't understand ya."

"I'm fine. Knocked the wind outta me so I couldn't get up. Someone called the airport paramedics and they looked me over. I'm fine. Just sore and a lil embarrassed. One of 'em recognized me and suggested I hire a personal paramedic."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," you say thoughtfully.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm turnin' 29 this summer, not 89!"

You nearly laugh at the indignant expression on Dom's face, but your worry crushes it before it can bubble out.

"You won't live to 89 if you don't start taking care of yourself! For someone with insane control over every muscle in his body I've seen you hurt yourself more times and in more ways than I care to count."

Dom shrugs, then hisses in pain. "Note ta self: don't fookin' shrug."

You dip your fingers in the hot water and flick it at him. "Dumbass. Go back to what the paramedics said."

"They said everythin' felt fine, jus' ta keep an eye on fings the next coupla days and not do anythin' too strenuous. Suggested this bath too. Said it would help keep the muscles from tightenin' up on me too much."

Dom pauses, turning his head and jerking his chin at a bright orange plastic container on the counter. "They gave me those too, said they'd help me sleep. Fer the pain I guess."

You get up and cross to the bathroom counter, picking up the bottle to examine it. "Yep. They gave you the good shit. Tylenol 3 has codeine in it."

You set the bottle back down and kneel on the bath mat next to the tub again, leaning forward to press your lips to his, kissing him deeply.

Dom hums, his lips parting, allowing you to deepen the kiss, a hand lifting out of the water and winding into hair your, water dripping down your back, but you don't care.

You pull away and look at him, smiling softly. "Hi."

"Hi."

"I missed you."

"I missed ya too, was plannin' on showin' ya how much too, but now..." he grimaces.

You smirk and kiss him again, before whispering in his ear, "oh, don't worry, I'm still planning on giving you a proper welcome home, it'll help you...relax, then you can take your codeine and get some rest."

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The Interview

Day 17 of 30 Days of Dom

Pairing: Dom x Reader (but just meeting)

Rating: PG ish

Warnings: no fun ones. Language. Possible murder. Vampire things. Blood drinking.

Go read @smutblud 's 🖤

Teeth

Risking your life for the ultimate interview- in your opinion, was a new level of journalism you hadn't reached before that fateful night but somehow you didn't question yourself when the offer was presented. Well, when you asked. Pressured? Stalked? It didn't matter.

You'd seen your favorite rockstar across the dark bar and nothing had mattered besides talking to him. You had to find out what exactly had happened after his second album that made him disappear from the fame you truly thought he would find. It was as if he'd tasted a hint of what was possible and it was too much. It didn't make sense. You always felt he was more in love with the music than that.

You would come to realize within a few hours that you weren't truly the one who had been doing the stalking and the interview wasn't really your idea. If anything you were the fly caught in the sugar spun web of his creation but somehow you didn't care. You weren't as scared as you knew you should be. But that's getting ahead of yourself.

“Do you mind if I call you Dom?” You asked as you watched him pace the floor in front of you. You were locked inside a random flat he brought you to from the bar and the hair on your neck had been prickling since the invite. You were alone with Yungblud, a baby faced cupid lipped siren voiced statue of David with what you hoped was a far bigger dick. That wasn't the part of him you should have been focused on though. No. The blood covering his face, neck, and hands seemed way more important.

“You recording?” His accent almost felt thicker than you'd heard it before. As if the blood he'd drained from some random man down in the back alley had brought him closer to his home. He didn't know you'd watched him eat the guy but it seemed obvious since he hadn't cleaned up one bit. He just ushered you in his apartment before disappearing for a few minutes. You'd watched him through the window though.

Since he'd joined you back in the dining room, he'd been more energetic. It felt like electricity was dancing on his skin and ready to spark you at any moment if only you were brave enough to touch him. He'd only spoken that one sentence since he returned and you nodded, waving your hand to the phone on the table between you.

“So what, someone turned you into a vampire and it made you drop out of music? It's like you've never heard of The Vampire Lestat.” You probably shouldn't tease the blood drinker but you were always a straight shooter with your questions and often considered a dog with a bone. Or was it a bitch people called you? Whatever.

Jade eyes went wide and he sputtered, clearly confused or frustrated. “Well… Since you're gonna take me line.” He huffed softly and you had to hide a smile. “You ain't scared?”

“No. Not really at least. Even with the uh… leftovers you're still you. I always wanted to meet you.” You dropped your gaze to the table, trying in vain to hide your attraction. You could be professional. You could. Really.

“I'm fucking scary.” He grumbled almost under his breath. You didn't know whether to laugh or swallow the noise but you couldn't lie. He was many things but not that. “Can I tell you me story?” He finally spoke up and you wondered if he could read your mind.

“Yes.” You both spoke at the same time and a chill went down your spine. Fuck.

Author's Note: this isn't actually connected to my Dom x Lestat fic, I wrote this before anything else. It's inspired by the beginning of the book/movie/show, but completely separate from my other fic. Just a fun little extra. I hope you enjoy 🖤

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30 Days of Dom: Day 17

Teeth

Dom x Female Reader

Set in the same universe as: Day 11: I Like You Best - different reader though

"Alright, Dom, stay just like that, lemme grab a few promo shots." Tom's voice rings across the set as he rushes in from offside, his camera held at the ready.

Dom poses, his cupped hands held out in front of him, close to his face, both completely drenched in bright red blood, his face nearly completely covered in the same, the formerly pristine white wall behind him marred as well, the word "you" scrawled in messy bloody handprints, more blood splattered on the floor all around him, staining the white surface.

Dom stares into the camera, blood dripping from his hands, running down his pale forearms, darkening the edge of his black shirt where it's buttoned up near his elbows. His trademark wild brown hair stands stiff in some places, dried blood causing the ends to curl in place.

The only part of his face kept purposely clear of blood is a band around his eyes, the contrasting pale skin standing out from all that red, drawing attention to his piercing green eyes, which are outlined in thick, messy black liner, making them pop even more.

Blood drips off his plump bottom lip, his mouth parted, the expression on his face somewhere between completely unhinged and deathly calm.

You shiver, a rush of arousal flooding through you, tinged with the slightest hint of fear. This isn't the first time you've seen him like this, face and hands drenched in blood, a wild look in his eyes, and you know it won't be the last either. 

Unbeknownst to the world, Dominic Harrison, known to many as YUNGBLUD, is a vampire.

As if he can read your mind (he can't), Dom lifts a lip, bearing one of his small fangs at the camera.

You flash him an unimpressed look; the whole concept for this video shoot was already risky as fuck, but showing off a fang while covered in blood? For a promo photo? Unnecessarily dangerous.

Supernatural creatures aren't allowed in the performative arts, especially not vampires whose powers vary so broadly. Dom had already been YUNGBLUD long before he was turned; his 1/16th siren heritage deemed diluted enough to be allowed to perform, but if anyone found out he was now also a vampire, he'd have to give up being YUNGBLUD forever, even potentially having to go on the run if it was discovered he'd been performing after being turned.

Thankfully, his small fangs had been the only real evidence of his siren side, and they hadn't changed much since he was turned; it was still an unnecessary risk to show them off, though, but Dom often did, even on stage.

"Twenty-first-century liability jus' goes so much more mental wif me fangs out." Was his excuse, much to the chagrin of everyone who cared about him. 

Some blood drips down into Dom's mouth, and he instantly loses his composure, spitting and gagging. "Ugh! Fookin' shite. I hate cherries! Tell me ya got 'nough, Tom, me skin is crawlin'."

Tom straightens up and studies his camera for a few moments before flashing a thumbs up. "Yeah, we should be good, go get washed up, man."

Dom heaves a sigh of relief and rushes off towards the bathroom, with you following close behind.

You find him already shirtless, scrubbing vigorously at his hands, going so far as to stick his mouth under the tap to drink water straight from it.

"I thought vampires didn't need water."

Dom lifts his head to look at you, his chin dripping pink-tinged water. "Yah, but this stuff tastes like shite."

His eyes darken, literally beginning to turn black with lust. "Not like yer blood, love. Yer so fookin' sweet."

You step closer, wrapping your arms around him, bringing your face close to his, ignoring the streaks of fake blood as you whisper in his ear. "Seeing your face and hands covered in blood reminded me so much of last month; I'm surprised you couldn't smell my slick from the set."

Dom groans, nosing your neck, his voice rough as he responds, "I could fookin’ smell ya, a’ight. It's a bloody miracle I made it through without needin' ta drag ya off somewhere. How long until yer on again?"

"Should be any day now."

Dom licks your neck, letting you feel just the barest hint of his fangs. "I can't wait.”

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