Gift Fic for a_m_a_t_u_s
A piece of Senpai love for a_m_a_t_u_s
Title: Midnight Snack
Pairing/Group: Matsuoka Masahiro/Nagase Tomoya, Yamaguchi Tatsuya/Nagase Tomoya, vague mention of other various people/Nagase Tomoya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sex, alcohol, vampires (blood drinking)
Summary: For a vampire’s pet, the nights are much more exciting than the days.
Notes: For a_m_a_t_u_s . I tried to include as much of Nagase’s ass as possible ;D
Birds were singing, flying under the bright blue sky. The sun was still high, no closer than three or four hours to sunset, but the bottle was already empty. Tomoya turned the bottle over, just to be sure, and the last drop of sake dripped down onto the ground. He didn’t really mind - one of the few disadvantages of being a vampire lord’s human pet was that he couldn’t get drunk anymore, no matter how much alcohol he consumed, but it was still something to do, something to occupy his mind and fill the daylight hours.
The castle loomed high and dead over the fields and woods, the stone as cold and dead as the occupants, at least until sunset. Even at sunset, there would be far less activity than there used to be - not many servants had followed Mabo into this exile and guests were few and far between. It had been a year since Nagase had last seen another human pet and even longer since he’d met a regular, fully mortal human.
Yawning, he scratched his stomach, then flopped back down onto his back. The one good thing about this forsaken corner of the world was the warmth. Except for the rare occasions when vampire lords ranked higher than Mabo came to visit, Tomoya didn’t have to wear clothes unless he wanted to. The ground was soft and the gentle murmur of the small brook running through the field soon lured him to sleep.
“What a place to sleep,” Mabo’s amused voice broke into his dreams.
Tomoya yawned. Mabo’s fingers were cold against his skin, a sure sign that the vampire hadn’t fed yet. The castle’s cellars were filled with bottles and casks of blood, kept warm and fresh by one of Tsuyoshi’s spells, but only the servants drank this second-hand blood. Mabo prefered his meals alive and willing. Still half asleep, Nagase tilted his head, offering his neck up, the gesture entirely natural after all these centuries. Mabo’s cold lips brushed against his skin, a gentle caress that did more to wake him up than the cold night air or the voices talking in the distance could.
“Bite me,” Tomoya invited, voice rough with sleep. “What did you wake me up for if all you’re gonna do is tease?”
Nagase might have said more, but Mabo’s fangs slicing through his skin drove the words right out of his mind. Bliss. Pure pleasure, coursing through his veins as his precious blood was sucked out through the small punctures. Mabo’s hands, growing warmer with every mouthful of blood, caressing his body. A gentle breeze, blowing cool air over his heated skin.
It was over too soon, always too soon. His keeper never took more than a few mouthfuls, always careful, and it was in these moments Tomoya understood why other pets called their vampires ‘master’, why humans throughout the ages had willingly allowed a vampire to drain them of every last drop of blood. He wasn’t servile by nature and Mabo never demanded subservience, keeping their relationship as equal as it could be between mortal and immortal, between prey and predator, but in these moments between ecstasy and death, Tomoya knew he would have submitted if Mabo had ever really demanded it.
“We’re expecting guests.”
Nagase blinked, pulled out of his blissful half-sleep. Shaking his head to clear it, he followed Mabo back to the castle. “Anyone interesting?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head while he walked.
“Depends.” The vampire grinned, fangs flashing for just a moment. “Is Gussan interesting enough for you?”
~~~
Yamaguchi didn’t arrive until almost midnight, his dark coach blowing in on an icy cold wind. Nagase watched from a window, high up in the castle’s main tower, how Mabo welcomed his old friend. The two vampires were old friends, very old friends, and that required the traditional greeting. While Mabo conducted Yamaguchi on a tour through the castle, Nagase prepared himself, stretching himself with lube slick fingers - it was only good manners to offer a tasty snack after such a long journey.
By the time Tomoya had three fingers inside himself, the two vampires had arrived in the throne room. Nagase sat on Mabo’s throne, naked except for his boots. One of his legs was casually swung over an armrest, putting his exceptionally big dick on display. The unusual size of his dick was the reason Tomoya rarely topped - it was bigger than his fist and while some people could take it with enough preparation, he didn’t really find it worth the bother. He liked getting fucked, and that required much less effort.
“Is this the appetizer?” Gussan asked, his low chuckle sending goosebumps down Nagase’s spine.
“Help yourself,” Mabo agreed with a sweeping gesture.
“I think I will.”
With the formalities out of the way, Yamaguchi advanced on Nagase, leaning in for a throat-swabbing kiss. Tomoya had learned decades ago how to kiss someone with sharp fangs without cutting his tongue, a skill he put to good use now. Most vampire pets were quite docile, so vampires other than Mabo never expected him to be so active, and the surprised noise Gussan made when he pushed his tongue into the vampire’s mouth was one of the things Nagase enjoyed most about playing with visiting vampires.
Impatient to get to the good part, Nagase simply ripped the buttons off of Yamaguchi’s formal trousers, freeing the vampire’s cold, hard cock from its prison. Recovering quickly from his surprise, Gussan pushed into Nagase’s ready body in one smooth thrust, shoving in deep. Tomoya moaned, his fingers digging into the throne’s hard stone. It felt so good to finally have a dick other than Mabo’s inside him again. He enjoyed Mabo’s dick quite a lot, but variety was the spice of life and it had been entirely too long since he’d gotten fucked by anyone else.
The last time had been when Inocchi visited, nearly half a year ago. Inocchi had brought several of the younger vampires he was mentoring along and it had been a glorious three weeks for Tomoya, with a different dick inside him every hour, all night long. He’d especially enjoyed Toma, a young vampire who was showing promising signs of mage talent.
Holding on to the throne’s armrests, Nagase moaned at every thrust as Yamaguchi pounded into him with unnatural strength. A regular human would not have been able to take it, the force of it much too strong for a human body to accept, but vampire pets had a certain degree of healing powers and unnatural resilience. Tomoya threw his head back, exposing his throat in invitation. It felt so good, the hard, cold cock slamming into him again and again, stimulating all the right places inside, that he needed, needed something more.
Gussan pulled out suddenly, but before Nagase could object Gussan had already turned him around and was shoving into him again. Now on his hands and knees on the throne, Tomoya moaned even louder - the new angle made everything feel even better, harder, faster, stimulating entirely different areas inside him that drove him higher and higher. His big cock was dripping precome, staining the dark, polished stone underneath him, but he couldn’t care about that or anything else. Nothing mattered except the dick inside him, the hands on his body, and the burning need to have fangs pierce his skin.
“Please,” Tomoya begged. “Bite me. Fucking bite me already.”
“Such a spoiled pet.”
When Gussan pulled out, Tomoya cried out at the loss, but quickly found himself flipped around again. Now flat on his back, he blinked up at the vampire who fucked him even harder than before. Desperate, Nagase raised his arm and offered his wrist to Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi’s fingers clamped around his arm with an iron grip, holding his wrist still and then, finally, finally, fangs were sinking into his flesh.
Tomoya screamed, his orgasm washing over him, drowning him in pure bliss. Two sharp fangs and one hard dick were the only things in his world, fire in his veins, fucking, pounding, blood flowing, endless pleasure. Then it was over, suddenly, the fangs gone and the dick withdrawing. Nagase reached out vaguely, wanting something but not sure what.
“Sleep,” Mabo said and Tomoya had no choice but to obey as darkness claimed him.
~~~~~~~
Tomoya slept through almost the whole day, waking only a short hour before sunset. Yawning, he wandered down to the deserted kitchen. Since he was the only human around, there wasn’t all that much food, but more than enough for him. He couldn’t be bothered to cook any rice, so he just cut a few slices of ham and chewed on that while he waited for the sun to set. After he’d played with another vampire, Mabo was always especially possessive, so he needed to regain as much energy as possible to be able to enjoy it properly.
When the sun began to set, he made his way down into the crypt. Tradition demanded that Mabo spend the day in a coffin, though the lower vampires were free to spend the day wherever they felt safe, be it coffin, bed, closet or whatever place took their fancy. His timing was perfect - when he stepped into the crypt, the coffin lid lifted and Mabo emerged, looking cool and poised, almost regal.
The vampire crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Their kiss was bruising, full of passion and desire. Nagase had prepared himself before coming down to the crypt, knowing full well that as soon as he was in Mabo’s presence, he’d want, need to get fucked, to get bitten, and that any delay would be akin to torture. He broke the kiss and turned around, bracing himself against the wall. Spreading his legs, he offered himself up. “Come on, come on, come on,” he chanted.
Mabo didn’t make him wait. With just a few deft movements, Mabo’s clothes ended up on the floor, and just a moment later Nagase felt a nice, hard dick rubbing against the cheeks of his ass. Mabo spread him open and Tomoya barely had time for one “please” before the thick head of Mabo’s cock breached his entrance. Groaning, he relaxed and took it all in, practically drawing it in deeper. Mabo was soon fully sheathed inside him, cold body pressing against his back.
Tilting his head, Nagase offered his neck, and this time he was taken up on that offer. Mabo’s fangs pierced his skin, drawing hot blood. Tomoya moaned, the pleasure of the vampire’s bite enhancing the pleasure of sex. Mabo withdrew his fangs after just three mouthfulls of blood, but that was enough to warm up the body pressed so tightly against Nagase’s back. “Fuck me,” Nagase demanded, crying out in pleasure when Mabo did just that.
Every thrust of Mabo’s hips drew a moan from Tomoya’s lips, deep grunts, desperate moans and high cries all mixed together. Mabo’s tongue teased at the quickly healing punctures on his neck, every little lick drawing more and more desperate moans from Tomoya, until he couldn’t take it anymore. Bracing himself against the wall with one strong arm, Nagase moved his free hand down to stroke his cock. Mabo reached down as well, helping, without ever slowing the movement of his hips.
Together, their hands were barely enough to span Nagase’s massive dick. They stroked the gigantic cock together, working it over until Tomoya was panting, so close he could practically taste his orgasm. Only then did Mabo bite him once more, fangs reopening the tiny punctures from before. The triple sensations proved too much for Tomoya, who came and came, his cock twitching against their hold. The vampire followed suit, spilling his ice-cold come deep inside Nagase.
Title: Midnight Snack
Pairing/Group: Matsuoka Masahiro/Nagase Tomoya, Yamaguchi Tatsuya/Nagase Tomoya, vague mention of other various people/Nagase Tomoya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sex, alcohol, vampires (blood drinking)
Summary: For a vampire’s pet, the nights are much more exciting than the days.
Notes: For a_m_a_t_u_s . I tried to include as much of Nagase’s ass as possible ;D
Birds were singing, flying under the bright blue sky. The sun was still high, no closer than three or four hours to sunset, but the bottle was already empty. Tomoya turned the bottle over, just to be sure, and the last drop of sake dripped down onto the ground. He didn’t really mind - one of the few disadvantages of being a vampire lord’s human pet was that he couldn’t get drunk anymore, no matter how much alcohol he consumed, but it was still something to do, something to occupy his mind and fill the daylight hours.
The castle loomed high and dead over the fields and woods, the stone as cold and dead as the occupants, at least until sunset. Even at sunset, there would be far less activity than there used to be - not many servants had followed Mabo into this exile and guests were few and far between. It had been a year since Nagase had last seen another human pet and even longer since he’d met a regular, fully mortal human.
Yawning, he scratched his stomach, then flopped back down onto his back. The one good thing about this forsaken corner of the world was the warmth. Except for the rare occasions when vampire lords ranked higher than Mabo came to visit, Tomoya didn’t have to wear clothes unless he wanted to. The ground was soft and the gentle murmur of the small brook running through the field soon lured him to sleep.
“What a place to sleep,” Mabo’s amused voice broke into his dreams.
Tomoya yawned. Mabo’s fingers were cold against his skin, a sure sign that the vampire hadn’t fed yet. The castle’s cellars were filled with bottles and casks of blood, kept warm and fresh by one of Tsuyoshi’s spells, but only the servants drank this second-hand blood. Mabo prefered his meals alive and willing. Still half asleep, Nagase tilted his head, offering his neck up, the gesture entirely natural after all these centuries. Mabo’s cold lips brushed against his skin, a gentle caress that did more to wake him up than the cold night air or the voices talking in the distance could.
“Bite me,” Tomoya invited, voice rough with sleep. “What did you wake me up for if all you’re gonna do is tease?”
Nagase might have said more, but Mabo’s fangs slicing through his skin drove the words right out of his mind. Bliss. Pure pleasure, coursing through his veins as his precious blood was sucked out through the small punctures. Mabo’s hands, growing warmer with every mouthful of blood, caressing his body. A gentle breeze, blowing cool air over his heated skin.
It was over too soon, always too soon. His keeper never took more than a few mouthfuls, always careful, and it was in these moments Tomoya understood why other pets called their vampires ‘master’, why humans throughout the ages had willingly allowed a vampire to drain them of every last drop of blood. He wasn’t servile by nature and Mabo never demanded subservience, keeping their relationship as equal as it could be between mortal and immortal, between prey and predator, but in these moments between ecstasy and death, Tomoya knew he would have submitted if Mabo had ever really demanded it.
“We’re expecting guests.”
Nagase blinked, pulled out of his blissful half-sleep. Shaking his head to clear it, he followed Mabo back to the castle. “Anyone interesting?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head while he walked.
“Depends.” The vampire grinned, fangs flashing for just a moment. “Is Gussan interesting enough for you?”
~~~
Yamaguchi didn’t arrive until almost midnight, his dark coach blowing in on an icy cold wind. Nagase watched from a window, high up in the castle’s main tower, how Mabo welcomed his old friend. The two vampires were old friends, very old friends, and that required the traditional greeting. While Mabo conducted Yamaguchi on a tour through the castle, Nagase prepared himself, stretching himself with lube slick fingers - it was only good manners to offer a tasty snack after such a long journey.
By the time Tomoya had three fingers inside himself, the two vampires had arrived in the throne room. Nagase sat on Mabo’s throne, naked except for his boots. One of his legs was casually swung over an armrest, putting his exceptionally big dick on display. The unusual size of his dick was the reason Tomoya rarely topped - it was bigger than his fist and while some people could take it with enough preparation, he didn’t really find it worth the bother. He liked getting fucked, and that required much less effort.
“Is this the appetizer?” Gussan asked, his low chuckle sending goosebumps down Nagase’s spine.
“Help yourself,” Mabo agreed with a sweeping gesture.
“I think I will.”
With the formalities out of the way, Yamaguchi advanced on Nagase, leaning in for a throat-swabbing kiss. Tomoya had learned decades ago how to kiss someone with sharp fangs without cutting his tongue, a skill he put to good use now. Most vampire pets were quite docile, so vampires other than Mabo never expected him to be so active, and the surprised noise Gussan made when he pushed his tongue into the vampire’s mouth was one of the things Nagase enjoyed most about playing with visiting vampires.
Impatient to get to the good part, Nagase simply ripped the buttons off of Yamaguchi’s formal trousers, freeing the vampire’s cold, hard cock from its prison. Recovering quickly from his surprise, Gussan pushed into Nagase’s ready body in one smooth thrust, shoving in deep. Tomoya moaned, his fingers digging into the throne’s hard stone. It felt so good to finally have a dick other than Mabo’s inside him again. He enjoyed Mabo’s dick quite a lot, but variety was the spice of life and it had been entirely too long since he’d gotten fucked by anyone else.
The last time had been when Inocchi visited, nearly half a year ago. Inocchi had brought several of the younger vampires he was mentoring along and it had been a glorious three weeks for Tomoya, with a different dick inside him every hour, all night long. He’d especially enjoyed Toma, a young vampire who was showing promising signs of mage talent.
Holding on to the throne’s armrests, Nagase moaned at every thrust as Yamaguchi pounded into him with unnatural strength. A regular human would not have been able to take it, the force of it much too strong for a human body to accept, but vampire pets had a certain degree of healing powers and unnatural resilience. Tomoya threw his head back, exposing his throat in invitation. It felt so good, the hard, cold cock slamming into him again and again, stimulating all the right places inside, that he needed, needed something more.
Gussan pulled out suddenly, but before Nagase could object Gussan had already turned him around and was shoving into him again. Now on his hands and knees on the throne, Tomoya moaned even louder - the new angle made everything feel even better, harder, faster, stimulating entirely different areas inside him that drove him higher and higher. His big cock was dripping precome, staining the dark, polished stone underneath him, but he couldn’t care about that or anything else. Nothing mattered except the dick inside him, the hands on his body, and the burning need to have fangs pierce his skin.
“Please,” Tomoya begged. “Bite me. Fucking bite me already.”
“Such a spoiled pet.”
When Gussan pulled out, Tomoya cried out at the loss, but quickly found himself flipped around again. Now flat on his back, he blinked up at the vampire who fucked him even harder than before. Desperate, Nagase raised his arm and offered his wrist to Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi’s fingers clamped around his arm with an iron grip, holding his wrist still and then, finally, finally, fangs were sinking into his flesh.
Tomoya screamed, his orgasm washing over him, drowning him in pure bliss. Two sharp fangs and one hard dick were the only things in his world, fire in his veins, fucking, pounding, blood flowing, endless pleasure. Then it was over, suddenly, the fangs gone and the dick withdrawing. Nagase reached out vaguely, wanting something but not sure what.
“Sleep,” Mabo said and Tomoya had no choice but to obey as darkness claimed him.
~~~~~~~
Tomoya slept through almost the whole day, waking only a short hour before sunset. Yawning, he wandered down to the deserted kitchen. Since he was the only human around, there wasn’t all that much food, but more than enough for him. He couldn’t be bothered to cook any rice, so he just cut a few slices of ham and chewed on that while he waited for the sun to set. After he’d played with another vampire, Mabo was always especially possessive, so he needed to regain as much energy as possible to be able to enjoy it properly.
When the sun began to set, he made his way down into the crypt. Tradition demanded that Mabo spend the day in a coffin, though the lower vampires were free to spend the day wherever they felt safe, be it coffin, bed, closet or whatever place took their fancy. His timing was perfect - when he stepped into the crypt, the coffin lid lifted and Mabo emerged, looking cool and poised, almost regal.
The vampire crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Their kiss was bruising, full of passion and desire. Nagase had prepared himself before coming down to the crypt, knowing full well that as soon as he was in Mabo’s presence, he’d want, need to get fucked, to get bitten, and that any delay would be akin to torture. He broke the kiss and turned around, bracing himself against the wall. Spreading his legs, he offered himself up. “Come on, come on, come on,” he chanted.
Mabo didn’t make him wait. With just a few deft movements, Mabo’s clothes ended up on the floor, and just a moment later Nagase felt a nice, hard dick rubbing against the cheeks of his ass. Mabo spread him open and Tomoya barely had time for one “please” before the thick head of Mabo’s cock breached his entrance. Groaning, he relaxed and took it all in, practically drawing it in deeper. Mabo was soon fully sheathed inside him, cold body pressing against his back.
Tilting his head, Nagase offered his neck, and this time he was taken up on that offer. Mabo’s fangs pierced his skin, drawing hot blood. Tomoya moaned, the pleasure of the vampire’s bite enhancing the pleasure of sex. Mabo withdrew his fangs after just three mouthfulls of blood, but that was enough to warm up the body pressed so tightly against Nagase’s back. “Fuck me,” Nagase demanded, crying out in pleasure when Mabo did just that.
Every thrust of Mabo’s hips drew a moan from Tomoya’s lips, deep grunts, desperate moans and high cries all mixed together. Mabo’s tongue teased at the quickly healing punctures on his neck, every little lick drawing more and more desperate moans from Tomoya, until he couldn’t take it anymore. Bracing himself against the wall with one strong arm, Nagase moved his free hand down to stroke his cock. Mabo reached down as well, helping, without ever slowing the movement of his hips.
Together, their hands were barely enough to span Nagase’s massive dick. They stroked the gigantic cock together, working it over until Tomoya was panting, so close he could practically taste his orgasm. Only then did Mabo bite him once more, fangs reopening the tiny punctures from before. The triple sensations proved too much for Tomoya, who came and came, his cock twitching against their hold. The vampire followed suit, spilling his ice-cold come deep inside Nagase.