Carved Your Name Into Me, 1/5
Title: Carved Your Name Into Me
Author: lalowint
Fandoms: The Social Network, True Blood 'verse
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo, hints of Dustin/Chris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,651 (this part)
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to any of the characters within The Social Network or the True Blood 'verse.
Summary: Eduardo Saverin walks into a vampire bar.
. Part I .
The second Mark sees him, he knows he’s in trouble.
The human that enters East Fantasia, full of hesitant nerves, is tall and lean but strong, like a cord of rope, coiled tight. He looks like he could be graceful beneath the wringing hands that force themselves in the pockets of his dark, snug jeans. And his face is exposed, beautiful and soft with round eyes and pillowy lips. Mark inhales, hoping to catch his scent, but he’s too far away from Mark’s dark corner. The man heads to the bar after scanning the scene of a few straggling humans milling around, waiting for something interesting to happen. Mark slides out of his booth.
Before Mark can even break the line of shadows hugging the walls of the nightclub, a body moseys over to the man. Mark narrows a glare at the back of Dustin’s head as he leans on his elbows next to him at the bar. Yet he stalks the pair, keeping to the shadows, watching, and Mark’s heightened hearing catches the conversation under the pervasive music.
“Hi!” Dustin smiles, warm and casual.
The man’s examining the redhead closely, probably trying to figure out if he’s a vampire (duh) and if he’s dangerous (not even a little).
“I’m Dustin,” he says and extends his hand.
The human hesitates then takes the greeting. “Eduardo.”
Mark rolls the name over in his head, knowing it’s not a fake. Eduardo, Eduardo.
“What brings you to East Fangtasia, Eduardo?”
“I’m looking for a friend,” he replies and Dustin gets the most ridiculously salacious look on his face. Seriously, what was Mark thinking when he made him? He’s a clown.
“Oh yeah?” he trails, leaning further into the bar in some bizarre, forced-seduction pose.
“Uh, no,” Eduardo seems to realize the clumsy come-on is for his benefit and swiftly shuts it down. “An actual friend. He told me he was coming here a few nights ago and no one has heard from him since.”
“Oh,” Dustin straightens. “What’s he look like?”
“He’s about my height, blond hair, kind of quiet. His name’s Chris.”
“Oh Chris! Yeah, Chris is here. He’s in the back. Want to come see?”
Eduardo hesitates at the suspicious invitation and Mark is done watching. The man is like a goddamn beacon and Mark’s almost shaking with the anticipation to get closer. He hasn’t felt so strongly about a human in decades and he absolutely has to touch him.
He’s next to Eduardo in a split moment and the motion draws the human around with a gasp. Then he’s frozen with a wide open expression of still wonder when he meets Mark’s piercing eyes.
“Hey, Mark-” Dustin begins to complain, as if he had a chance with the guy.
“Dustin, go away,” he orders without leaving Eduardo’s unblinking gaze.
“Oh-kay.”
And then they’re alone in the dark club, under artificial lights and music and his world narrows down to the fluttering heart, speeding up with excitement or fear, next to him and the eyes that won’t look away.
“Hi,” he says for lack of a better greeting.
Eduardo swallows.
“I’m just here looking for a friend,” he finally gets out.
“Are you?”
“Yes,” he volleys back immediately without thinking. The flush rising up his neck says something different, though, and Mark is getting hard just thinking about all that blood rushing through his veins.
“He wasn’t lying. Your friend is in the back.”
“He is…?”
“He’s a regular,” Mark shrugs.
Eduardo pauses and asks, “A regular what?”
A smirk shapes his mouth when he answers, “Fangbanger.”
Eduardo twists to face the bar, unable to look at Mark any longer, apparently. He realizes only a second later that it exposes his entire side to the vampire and pulls back to face Mark who can only huff another light smirk. Like the human could stop him if he wanted to take what he was craving.
“First time?” Mark asks just to hear the man’s voice.
“Yes. No! I-” he cuts himself off and grips the bar as if he will fall down or sprint if he isn’t holding on.
Mark smooths closer in a move more natural and practiced than Dustin could ever pull off. He’s close enough to finally be surrounded by the human’s scent, a heady mix of nervous sweat and a hint of some expensive cologne. Mark wants to laugh; as if the man needs help smelling irresistible.
Eduardo’s eyes are cast somewhere near his mouth, maybe looking for his fangs but Mark is no newborn; he knows how to hold himself in check. Though the way the man’s breath is accelerating to accommodate his pulse, Mark can feel his own craving swelling at an unexpected speed.
“They say it’s better than sex,” Mark says and the man’s doe eyes snap up.
“What?”
“Being fed off of,” he clarifies, instinctively zeroing in on the pulse right there in that long neck. Eduardo’s breath is breaking over his lips and Mark can taste it on his tongue.
“I don’t...”
“You’d like it. I can tell.”
Eduardo is panting and fuck, Mark can pick ‘em: a beautiful, virgin fangbanger, just lying in wait for him. He suddenly wants to grab Eduardo and hide him from the hungry eyes he knows are watching. The other vampires surely smell the musk of heat and want off of him just as strongly as Mark does and he has the unmistakable urge to lock him down, chain him up and mark him all over.
Instead of telling the human how much he wants to chain him in the fucking dungeon, he offers in what he thinks is a reassuring monotone, “I’ll be gentle.”
“I have to go!” Eduardo blurts and steps back, directly into a bar stool. He stumbles and Mark is there, gripping his bicep to right him. The heat from his skin burns through the gray button-down under Mark’s palm.
“I thought you wanted to see your friend,” he says and Eduardo’s free hand shakily settles on his chest for support.
“I- I...”
“Wardo?”
The voice that calls out catches both their attention and the blond standing next to Dustin gapes at Mark's new human.
“Chris!” he answers.
“See! Told you,” Dustin smiles with blissful ignorance at the wrath he just called on by interrupting.
“Chris, are you okay?” Eduardo asks as the other human nears.
“I’m fine; what are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering your phone! I got worried.”
“Oh sorry; I got a little... preoccupied,” he says sheepishly then notices Mark and his unyielding grip on Eduardo. He bends his head a little and lowers his eyes. “Sir.”
Eduardo’s attention whips back around to him and he shrugs. “See? He’s fine.”
The human inspects his friend again and latches onto the red marks on the flesh connecting his neck and shoulder.
“Chris?” he asks again, just to be sure, because, hey, rumor has it that those vampires have hypnotic, mind-control powers. Which they absolutely do but in the case of Harvard-student-by-day, fangbanger-by-night Chris Hughes, the whole glamoring thing isn’t necessary. He just likes it.
Which Eduardo would too if he’d just let Mark get him alone for an hour or twelve.
“Really, Wardo,” he nods. “It’s…” He looks aside at Dustin who smiles and the very tips of his fangs peek through his lips. “…it’s good.”
Mark is taking in the contours of Eduardo’s chest, wondering if he’d let him take a taste from his pec, maybe just a little under his nipple so he could suck on the whole thing, as the human accepts his friend’s word.
“Okay, I guess,” he says.
“Are you going to…?” Chris quietly leads and his eyes skate over to Mark.
“What- no. I’m not…”
“Chris, can you tell Eduardo what it’s like?” Mark says without taking his proprietary gaze from roaming over the body before him.
“Uh, not really, sir,” Chris admits and says to Eduardo, “But it’s… it’s amazing.”
“It’s dangerous,” Eduardo replies and finally realizes his free hand has been twitching against Mark’s chest. He snatches it back like he was burned but Mark doesn’t release his arm.
“That’s the best part,” Mark says and knows his eyes light with the mischievous glint he gets when he’s doing something bad.
Eduardo’s mouth parts like he’s not even fucking aware how much Mark wants to grab his hair and lick into the wet heat until he nicks a lip and then it would be all slick and blood and feverish need.
“uh we’re gonna go,” Dustin mutters, recognizing the single-minded focus coming over Mark when he fixes his sights on Eduardo’s mouth.
“No, I have to…” he starts squirming absently in Mark’s hold but his owlish eyes are set on the vampire’s promising lips.
“You don’t want to do that,” Mark says with certainty.
“No, I- I mean, yes, I. Just…” The conflict warring over Eduardo’s face almost makes Mark feel sorry for him; to fight one’s own base instincts was something he still struggled with as well. But Mark also knew how liberating it was to let go and if Eduardo would just do that, his conflict would be over.
As it is, he silences his instincts and gets out, “Just- let go!”
Mark’s immediate refusal to let the man out of his sight flares up inside. He tampers it down and slowly opens his hand.
Eduardo takes a few steps away and doesn’t even see his friend or Dustin. His sights are set solely on Mark.
“Wardo,” Chris carefully begins. “It’s okay.”
“I gotta go,” he says quickly and rushes out of the club.
Mark watches his new pet run away and feels his rage build, full of frustration and hunger. He sees Dustin pull Chris in the other direction, doing the first smart thing all evening, because Mark knows the next human he tastes will just anger him more that it’s not Eduardo.
He suspects his frustration won’t be satisfied until he tastes that man.
///
It doesn’t take long. It never does with a human like Eduardo.
Mark even begins to suspect there’s something more to Eduardo. He’s only heard of that kind of immediate reaction to a vamp once before and that occurrence was, well. Extraordinary.
Mark is lost in his laptop, creating something beautiful with code because he fucking loves these machines. His brain can finally run its maze and can keep so busy, he doesn’t fall into the trap of all that existential bullshit so many vamps seem to devolve into. He can just run and run the maze of his mind and feel free.
Dustin knocks before throwing open the door and says, a little too exuberantly for the walking dead, “Eduardo’s back!”
Awareness rushes through Mark and his fingers stop dancing over the keys.
“Where.”
“Just came in.”
“Take him to my office,” Mark instructs and finishes the line of code then pauses to pin Dustin with a glare. “And don’t touch him.”
The redhead raises his hands in surrender and disappears.
Mark allows himself a small smirk as he shuts down his computer. He knew he’d be back.
Eduardo isn’t pacing Mark’s office, per se, but he’s definitely not at ease. He’s wearing all black tonight, some soft-looking button-down and perfectly fitting slacks, and Mark makes a noise in the back of his throat at the sight of him.
It draws Eduardo’s attention and he stills in the center of the room.
“You came back.”
The Adam’s apple in Eduardo’s neck bobs. “I talked to Chris some more.”
“Yeah?” Mark slowly starts around the room and Eduardo has to pivot to keep facing him.
“He said you’re sheriff of the vampires or something.” Eduardo sounds intrigued.
“Yeah.”
“And your name’s Mark.”
He nods briskly.
“...I’m Eduardo,” he trails off, like he’s about to regret this decision. He probably thinks Mark’s not a great conversationalist because he’s bored which, okay, that’s pretty accurate. They’re exchanging pleasantries and Eduardo smells like fucking Heaven.
“Yeah I know,” he says and moves a little closer. Eduardo tenses but doesn’t retreat.
“I just, uh... I didn’t get your name. Last time. You were talking about...”
Sex, Mark’s mind fills in and he’s only a few feet away from Eduardo but it feels like miles. His shirt pulls at his broad shoulders so arrogantly that he just wants to tear it away; that shirt shouldn’t have the right to conceal the skin that Mark wants to cover with his mouth and worry until the blood rushes up to the surface and blushes at his attention.
“Anyway,” Eduardo mutters. “I think maybe I should g-”
“Don’t wear that cologne anymore.”
Eduardo halts. “What?”
Mark’s close enough, touching distance, to really take him in and he’s not damp with sweat now like last time. His deodorant and cologne are the strongest perfumes on his skin and Mark just wants to taste him on the roof of his mouth; not that artificial shit.
“Don’t wear it. You don’t need it. And if you have to, wear unscented deodorant.”
There’s a look on Eduardo’s face that’s a cross between confused and amazed.
He blinks. “What?”
“Do you want to take a shower? There’s one right through that door.”
“No thank you,” he firmly answers. “Are you saying I smell?”
Mark shrugs. “Yeah.”
Eduardo’s face does something strange for a second then he’s exhaling what might be a smile. That was... unexpected. He seems genuinely amused by Mark. Mark’s not used to that kind of reaction to his bluntness. There’s usually more cowering and hidden scowls when they think he can’t see. He always sees.
“You’re unusual,” Eduardo hums on the end of his smile.
“You too,” Mark says. He reaches forward, unable to hold himself back any longer, and his hand coasts along the hard muscle of his side.
Eduardo inhales a gasp, reacting instantly to the touch and he tries to edge back but is stalled by the tall-backed sofa chair in front of Mark’s desk.
“Uh... Look, I...”
Mark follows him and is allowed closer while Eduardo’s trapped. Both hands slide up the human’s sides and if Mark had claws, they’d be digging in because he will never, ever, let Eduardo go.
The trapped in question exhales again but now Mark can hear his pulse picking up, meeting the anticipation that is making Mark go hard and filled with hunger.
“This isn’t normal,” Eduardo manages on a desperate tone, almost crawling up the chair he’s pressed against.
“No,” Mark agrees and pulls Eduardo down by the back of his neck. He’s got himself in check for a solid moment, enough to press their mouths together with pure but firm intent. Then Eduardo whimpers and his hands ride up and over Mark’s shoulders to hold him back and the hunger spills through Mark like a tidal wave.
Their mouths open and Mark’s tongue slides into him while his grip tangled in Eduardo’s thick hair trembles to hold himself back. The heat along Mark’s tongue shoots through him and he needs more, more of Eduardo, more skin, more taste.
Mark grabs at the collar of what is probably an expensive shirt and tears it open. His chest is all pink, flushed skin, heaving for breath, lean and hard and beautiful. Mark easily rips the shoulders through and it splits down the back and melts off his arms.
He’s back on Eduardo in a second, holding his neck in one hand to connect their mouths and unbuttoning his slacks with the other. The angle is awkward and he maneuvers them back until Eduardo bumps into his solid, hardwood desk. When he finally manages the slacks open, he finds the erection trapped in his black boxer briefs.
Eduardo moans into Mark’s mouth and Mark pets the hard ridge, licking inside his parted lips.
“please,” he says, grasping at Mark’s shoulders, getting twisted in all the clothes he hasn’t bothered to take off himself. Mark doesn’t care about himself; he just wants to strip every protective layer that Eduardo has until he’s naked and spread and open for only him.
Mark complies, though, and pushes the underwear down just enough to release the full cock, thick with blood and need and want. I did that, Mark thinks, and smothers his panting mouth as he takes Eduardo’s dick in hand.
Mark urges Eduardo up onto the desk, drawing desperate groans from him with long strokes. He’s already got precome that makes it easier and fills Mark’s head with the intoxicating scent. Eduardo’s flushed and damp and panting and hard in Mark’s hand and Mark has never had anything so perfect in his life. With practiced ease, Mark lets his fangs out just as Eduardo licks into his mouth and his tongue slides over the incisor. Eduardo gasps at the sharp sting but Mark chases his tongue with his own, smoothing over the split.
Eduardo groans long and loud when Mark massages the cut open and holds the human captive in both hands: one latched around his neck and the other pumping his cock with serious intent.
The fresh taste of blood bursts over Mark’s tongue and rushes to his head, scorching down his spine and through every limb. He groans and Eduardo’s hand latches into his hair, now holding Mark to his mouth, rolling his tongue, offering the cut out.
Mark shudders through at the action, tightens his grip and feels the cock twitch in his hand. Eduardo cries out with surprise into Mark’s mouth and burning come hits his bare stomach. Mark massages the come through the strokes and Eduardo gives him a whimper from over-stimulation.
Mark can’t stop himself from worrying the cut just a little more as Eduardo comes down, all heavy breathing and shaking limbs. It’s not much, the blood mixing with hot, shared saliva and sweat, but Mark feels it down in his toes. Fuck, his blood.
“what?” Eduardo says, groggy and disoriented.
“Your blood,” Mark exhales, chasing another kiss with the hopes there’s some left on Eduardo’s lips. But he doesn't need a few drops; he’s got all of Eduardo, sitting on his desk, mostly naked and flush and his.
“What about it?” Eduardo asks, slowly regaining his senses and realizing he’s mostly naked and nearly spread out on a vampire’s desk.
“It’s... It’s...” Mark can’t put it in words because for the first time in a long time, he’s afraid. He’s afraid he’ll be right. He’s afraid he’ll be wrong.
“Oh man,” Eduardo finally clears the fog and sees his shirt torn to pieces on the floor and the mess he made all over himself. “Shit.”
He moves to push Mark away so he can get his feet under him and off the desk, but Mark holds his sides and says, “Wait.” He bends at the waist, takes a lingering smell, then licks a long line up the softening cock, cleaning him of come.
“Jesus fuck,” Eduardo gasps, wriggling under Mark’s set grip.
“Quit squirming,” he says, enveloping the cock in his mouth to suck clean.
“Ahhh, oh God; what are you, a come vampire too?” he shudders out.
“No, I just like it,” Mark replies and laps at the remains along Eduardo’s flat belly.
“Please,” he finally whines and Mark straightens, his hands set on Eduardo’s thighs.
“I like when you beg.”
Eduardo exhales, closes his eyes and composes himself. “I have to go.”
Mark frowns. “No.”
“ ‘No’? “
Mark shrugs.
“Mark…” he trails, a hint of warning to his tone. But he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t know what he is.
“You don’t have to go.”
“Yes, I do.” He stands because Mark lets him and tucks himself back in his pants. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow or something?"
"You don't have to go."
"Stop saying that. I do. I have to go. This was..." Eduardo pauses and looks lost. "I don't know what this was!"
"This was good," Mark says and means it more than anything else he's ever said.
"This was... a mistake," Eduardo replies. "I can't do this."
"You haven't even been fed from yet; you haven't felt it-"
"I did, I felt it," he disputes, "And I wanted..."
Mark is on the brink, he knows it, he can see it in Eduardo's terrified eyes.
"What?" he asks, stepping closer. Eduardo draws back, like a dance, but he can't stop because there's truth in Eduardo's eyes and Mark craves it like he craves blood.
Eduardo is crowded into the bookshelves built into the office wall, Mark pressing into his space but not touching. He needs his head about him for this. When Eduardo bumps into the wall, he finally snaps, "Stop it!"
"What did you want?"
"I've never-" he starts and stops, frantic and scared, but not of Mark. He's scared of what Mark's going to make him say. What Mark himself needs to hear so he can know for sure.
"What?"
"I don't know why I feel like this!" he yells.
Mark nods. "What did you want?"
The fight goes out of Eduardo at Mark's quiet persistence. Like he knows him and knows he'll never stop. Mark doesn't stop when he wants something.
Eduardo exhales and sinks against the shelves. He has the courage to look Mark in the eye when he answers. "I wanted you to take it all."
Mark feels like the floor has fallen out from under his feet but Eduardo keeps talking. The floodgates open.
"I wanted you to feed off of me until there was nothing left. Knowing I was needed, that I could give you something you needed... I felt complete. It's the most right I've ever felt in my life."
"I know," Mark nods and is unable to keep his hands off him for another second, cradling Eduardo's face. "It's because you're a pomme de vie."
Eduardo takes a breath.
"Huh?"
. Part II .
Author: lalowint
Fandoms: The Social Network, True Blood 'verse
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo, hints of Dustin/Chris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,651 (this part)
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to any of the characters within The Social Network or the True Blood 'verse.
Summary: Eduardo Saverin walks into a vampire bar.
. Part I .
The second Mark sees him, he knows he’s in trouble.
The human that enters East Fantasia, full of hesitant nerves, is tall and lean but strong, like a cord of rope, coiled tight. He looks like he could be graceful beneath the wringing hands that force themselves in the pockets of his dark, snug jeans. And his face is exposed, beautiful and soft with round eyes and pillowy lips. Mark inhales, hoping to catch his scent, but he’s too far away from Mark’s dark corner. The man heads to the bar after scanning the scene of a few straggling humans milling around, waiting for something interesting to happen. Mark slides out of his booth.
Before Mark can even break the line of shadows hugging the walls of the nightclub, a body moseys over to the man. Mark narrows a glare at the back of Dustin’s head as he leans on his elbows next to him at the bar. Yet he stalks the pair, keeping to the shadows, watching, and Mark’s heightened hearing catches the conversation under the pervasive music.
“Hi!” Dustin smiles, warm and casual.
The man’s examining the redhead closely, probably trying to figure out if he’s a vampire (duh) and if he’s dangerous (not even a little).
“I’m Dustin,” he says and extends his hand.
The human hesitates then takes the greeting. “Eduardo.”
Mark rolls the name over in his head, knowing it’s not a fake. Eduardo, Eduardo.
“What brings you to East Fangtasia, Eduardo?”
“I’m looking for a friend,” he replies and Dustin gets the most ridiculously salacious look on his face. Seriously, what was Mark thinking when he made him? He’s a clown.
“Oh yeah?” he trails, leaning further into the bar in some bizarre, forced-seduction pose.
“Uh, no,” Eduardo seems to realize the clumsy come-on is for his benefit and swiftly shuts it down. “An actual friend. He told me he was coming here a few nights ago and no one has heard from him since.”
“Oh,” Dustin straightens. “What’s he look like?”
“He’s about my height, blond hair, kind of quiet. His name’s Chris.”
“Oh Chris! Yeah, Chris is here. He’s in the back. Want to come see?”
Eduardo hesitates at the suspicious invitation and Mark is done watching. The man is like a goddamn beacon and Mark’s almost shaking with the anticipation to get closer. He hasn’t felt so strongly about a human in decades and he absolutely has to touch him.
He’s next to Eduardo in a split moment and the motion draws the human around with a gasp. Then he’s frozen with a wide open expression of still wonder when he meets Mark’s piercing eyes.
“Hey, Mark-” Dustin begins to complain, as if he had a chance with the guy.
“Dustin, go away,” he orders without leaving Eduardo’s unblinking gaze.
“Oh-kay.”
And then they’re alone in the dark club, under artificial lights and music and his world narrows down to the fluttering heart, speeding up with excitement or fear, next to him and the eyes that won’t look away.
“Hi,” he says for lack of a better greeting.
Eduardo swallows.
“I’m just here looking for a friend,” he finally gets out.
“Are you?”
“Yes,” he volleys back immediately without thinking. The flush rising up his neck says something different, though, and Mark is getting hard just thinking about all that blood rushing through his veins.
“He wasn’t lying. Your friend is in the back.”
“He is…?”
“He’s a regular,” Mark shrugs.
Eduardo pauses and asks, “A regular what?”
A smirk shapes his mouth when he answers, “Fangbanger.”
Eduardo twists to face the bar, unable to look at Mark any longer, apparently. He realizes only a second later that it exposes his entire side to the vampire and pulls back to face Mark who can only huff another light smirk. Like the human could stop him if he wanted to take what he was craving.
“First time?” Mark asks just to hear the man’s voice.
“Yes. No! I-” he cuts himself off and grips the bar as if he will fall down or sprint if he isn’t holding on.
Mark smooths closer in a move more natural and practiced than Dustin could ever pull off. He’s close enough to finally be surrounded by the human’s scent, a heady mix of nervous sweat and a hint of some expensive cologne. Mark wants to laugh; as if the man needs help smelling irresistible.
Eduardo’s eyes are cast somewhere near his mouth, maybe looking for his fangs but Mark is no newborn; he knows how to hold himself in check. Though the way the man’s breath is accelerating to accommodate his pulse, Mark can feel his own craving swelling at an unexpected speed.
“They say it’s better than sex,” Mark says and the man’s doe eyes snap up.
“What?”
“Being fed off of,” he clarifies, instinctively zeroing in on the pulse right there in that long neck. Eduardo’s breath is breaking over his lips and Mark can taste it on his tongue.
“I don’t...”
“You’d like it. I can tell.”
Eduardo is panting and fuck, Mark can pick ‘em: a beautiful, virgin fangbanger, just lying in wait for him. He suddenly wants to grab Eduardo and hide him from the hungry eyes he knows are watching. The other vampires surely smell the musk of heat and want off of him just as strongly as Mark does and he has the unmistakable urge to lock him down, chain him up and mark him all over.
Instead of telling the human how much he wants to chain him in the fucking dungeon, he offers in what he thinks is a reassuring monotone, “I’ll be gentle.”
“I have to go!” Eduardo blurts and steps back, directly into a bar stool. He stumbles and Mark is there, gripping his bicep to right him. The heat from his skin burns through the gray button-down under Mark’s palm.
“I thought you wanted to see your friend,” he says and Eduardo’s free hand shakily settles on his chest for support.
“I- I...”
“Wardo?”
The voice that calls out catches both their attention and the blond standing next to Dustin gapes at Mark's new human.
“Chris!” he answers.
“See! Told you,” Dustin smiles with blissful ignorance at the wrath he just called on by interrupting.
“Chris, are you okay?” Eduardo asks as the other human nears.
“I’m fine; what are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering your phone! I got worried.”
“Oh sorry; I got a little... preoccupied,” he says sheepishly then notices Mark and his unyielding grip on Eduardo. He bends his head a little and lowers his eyes. “Sir.”
Eduardo’s attention whips back around to him and he shrugs. “See? He’s fine.”
The human inspects his friend again and latches onto the red marks on the flesh connecting his neck and shoulder.
“Chris?” he asks again, just to be sure, because, hey, rumor has it that those vampires have hypnotic, mind-control powers. Which they absolutely do but in the case of Harvard-student-by-day, fangbanger-by-night Chris Hughes, the whole glamoring thing isn’t necessary. He just likes it.
Which Eduardo would too if he’d just let Mark get him alone for an hour or twelve.
“Really, Wardo,” he nods. “It’s…” He looks aside at Dustin who smiles and the very tips of his fangs peek through his lips. “…it’s good.”
Mark is taking in the contours of Eduardo’s chest, wondering if he’d let him take a taste from his pec, maybe just a little under his nipple so he could suck on the whole thing, as the human accepts his friend’s word.
“Okay, I guess,” he says.
“Are you going to…?” Chris quietly leads and his eyes skate over to Mark.
“What- no. I’m not…”
“Chris, can you tell Eduardo what it’s like?” Mark says without taking his proprietary gaze from roaming over the body before him.
“Uh, not really, sir,” Chris admits and says to Eduardo, “But it’s… it’s amazing.”
“It’s dangerous,” Eduardo replies and finally realizes his free hand has been twitching against Mark’s chest. He snatches it back like he was burned but Mark doesn’t release his arm.
“That’s the best part,” Mark says and knows his eyes light with the mischievous glint he gets when he’s doing something bad.
Eduardo’s mouth parts like he’s not even fucking aware how much Mark wants to grab his hair and lick into the wet heat until he nicks a lip and then it would be all slick and blood and feverish need.
“uh we’re gonna go,” Dustin mutters, recognizing the single-minded focus coming over Mark when he fixes his sights on Eduardo’s mouth.
“No, I have to…” he starts squirming absently in Mark’s hold but his owlish eyes are set on the vampire’s promising lips.
“You don’t want to do that,” Mark says with certainty.
“No, I- I mean, yes, I. Just…” The conflict warring over Eduardo’s face almost makes Mark feel sorry for him; to fight one’s own base instincts was something he still struggled with as well. But Mark also knew how liberating it was to let go and if Eduardo would just do that, his conflict would be over.
As it is, he silences his instincts and gets out, “Just- let go!”
Mark’s immediate refusal to let the man out of his sight flares up inside. He tampers it down and slowly opens his hand.
Eduardo takes a few steps away and doesn’t even see his friend or Dustin. His sights are set solely on Mark.
“Wardo,” Chris carefully begins. “It’s okay.”
“I gotta go,” he says quickly and rushes out of the club.
Mark watches his new pet run away and feels his rage build, full of frustration and hunger. He sees Dustin pull Chris in the other direction, doing the first smart thing all evening, because Mark knows the next human he tastes will just anger him more that it’s not Eduardo.
He suspects his frustration won’t be satisfied until he tastes that man.
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It doesn’t take long. It never does with a human like Eduardo.
Mark even begins to suspect there’s something more to Eduardo. He’s only heard of that kind of immediate reaction to a vamp once before and that occurrence was, well. Extraordinary.
Mark is lost in his laptop, creating something beautiful with code because he fucking loves these machines. His brain can finally run its maze and can keep so busy, he doesn’t fall into the trap of all that existential bullshit so many vamps seem to devolve into. He can just run and run the maze of his mind and feel free.
Dustin knocks before throwing open the door and says, a little too exuberantly for the walking dead, “Eduardo’s back!”
Awareness rushes through Mark and his fingers stop dancing over the keys.
“Where.”
“Just came in.”
“Take him to my office,” Mark instructs and finishes the line of code then pauses to pin Dustin with a glare. “And don’t touch him.”
The redhead raises his hands in surrender and disappears.
Mark allows himself a small smirk as he shuts down his computer. He knew he’d be back.
Eduardo isn’t pacing Mark’s office, per se, but he’s definitely not at ease. He’s wearing all black tonight, some soft-looking button-down and perfectly fitting slacks, and Mark makes a noise in the back of his throat at the sight of him.
It draws Eduardo’s attention and he stills in the center of the room.
“You came back.”
The Adam’s apple in Eduardo’s neck bobs. “I talked to Chris some more.”
“Yeah?” Mark slowly starts around the room and Eduardo has to pivot to keep facing him.
“He said you’re sheriff of the vampires or something.” Eduardo sounds intrigued.
“Yeah.”
“And your name’s Mark.”
He nods briskly.
“...I’m Eduardo,” he trails off, like he’s about to regret this decision. He probably thinks Mark’s not a great conversationalist because he’s bored which, okay, that’s pretty accurate. They’re exchanging pleasantries and Eduardo smells like fucking Heaven.
“Yeah I know,” he says and moves a little closer. Eduardo tenses but doesn’t retreat.
“I just, uh... I didn’t get your name. Last time. You were talking about...”
Sex, Mark’s mind fills in and he’s only a few feet away from Eduardo but it feels like miles. His shirt pulls at his broad shoulders so arrogantly that he just wants to tear it away; that shirt shouldn’t have the right to conceal the skin that Mark wants to cover with his mouth and worry until the blood rushes up to the surface and blushes at his attention.
“Anyway,” Eduardo mutters. “I think maybe I should g-”
“Don’t wear that cologne anymore.”
Eduardo halts. “What?”
Mark’s close enough, touching distance, to really take him in and he’s not damp with sweat now like last time. His deodorant and cologne are the strongest perfumes on his skin and Mark just wants to taste him on the roof of his mouth; not that artificial shit.
“Don’t wear it. You don’t need it. And if you have to, wear unscented deodorant.”
There’s a look on Eduardo’s face that’s a cross between confused and amazed.
He blinks. “What?”
“Do you want to take a shower? There’s one right through that door.”
“No thank you,” he firmly answers. “Are you saying I smell?”
Mark shrugs. “Yeah.”
Eduardo’s face does something strange for a second then he’s exhaling what might be a smile. That was... unexpected. He seems genuinely amused by Mark. Mark’s not used to that kind of reaction to his bluntness. There’s usually more cowering and hidden scowls when they think he can’t see. He always sees.
“You’re unusual,” Eduardo hums on the end of his smile.
“You too,” Mark says. He reaches forward, unable to hold himself back any longer, and his hand coasts along the hard muscle of his side.
Eduardo inhales a gasp, reacting instantly to the touch and he tries to edge back but is stalled by the tall-backed sofa chair in front of Mark’s desk.
“Uh... Look, I...”
Mark follows him and is allowed closer while Eduardo’s trapped. Both hands slide up the human’s sides and if Mark had claws, they’d be digging in because he will never, ever, let Eduardo go.
The trapped in question exhales again but now Mark can hear his pulse picking up, meeting the anticipation that is making Mark go hard and filled with hunger.
“This isn’t normal,” Eduardo manages on a desperate tone, almost crawling up the chair he’s pressed against.
“No,” Mark agrees and pulls Eduardo down by the back of his neck. He’s got himself in check for a solid moment, enough to press their mouths together with pure but firm intent. Then Eduardo whimpers and his hands ride up and over Mark’s shoulders to hold him back and the hunger spills through Mark like a tidal wave.
Their mouths open and Mark’s tongue slides into him while his grip tangled in Eduardo’s thick hair trembles to hold himself back. The heat along Mark’s tongue shoots through him and he needs more, more of Eduardo, more skin, more taste.
Mark grabs at the collar of what is probably an expensive shirt and tears it open. His chest is all pink, flushed skin, heaving for breath, lean and hard and beautiful. Mark easily rips the shoulders through and it splits down the back and melts off his arms.
He’s back on Eduardo in a second, holding his neck in one hand to connect their mouths and unbuttoning his slacks with the other. The angle is awkward and he maneuvers them back until Eduardo bumps into his solid, hardwood desk. When he finally manages the slacks open, he finds the erection trapped in his black boxer briefs.
Eduardo moans into Mark’s mouth and Mark pets the hard ridge, licking inside his parted lips.
“please,” he says, grasping at Mark’s shoulders, getting twisted in all the clothes he hasn’t bothered to take off himself. Mark doesn’t care about himself; he just wants to strip every protective layer that Eduardo has until he’s naked and spread and open for only him.
Mark complies, though, and pushes the underwear down just enough to release the full cock, thick with blood and need and want. I did that, Mark thinks, and smothers his panting mouth as he takes Eduardo’s dick in hand.
Mark urges Eduardo up onto the desk, drawing desperate groans from him with long strokes. He’s already got precome that makes it easier and fills Mark’s head with the intoxicating scent. Eduardo’s flushed and damp and panting and hard in Mark’s hand and Mark has never had anything so perfect in his life. With practiced ease, Mark lets his fangs out just as Eduardo licks into his mouth and his tongue slides over the incisor. Eduardo gasps at the sharp sting but Mark chases his tongue with his own, smoothing over the split.
Eduardo groans long and loud when Mark massages the cut open and holds the human captive in both hands: one latched around his neck and the other pumping his cock with serious intent.
The fresh taste of blood bursts over Mark’s tongue and rushes to his head, scorching down his spine and through every limb. He groans and Eduardo’s hand latches into his hair, now holding Mark to his mouth, rolling his tongue, offering the cut out.
Mark shudders through at the action, tightens his grip and feels the cock twitch in his hand. Eduardo cries out with surprise into Mark’s mouth and burning come hits his bare stomach. Mark massages the come through the strokes and Eduardo gives him a whimper from over-stimulation.
Mark can’t stop himself from worrying the cut just a little more as Eduardo comes down, all heavy breathing and shaking limbs. It’s not much, the blood mixing with hot, shared saliva and sweat, but Mark feels it down in his toes. Fuck, his blood.
“what?” Eduardo says, groggy and disoriented.
“Your blood,” Mark exhales, chasing another kiss with the hopes there’s some left on Eduardo’s lips. But he doesn't need a few drops; he’s got all of Eduardo, sitting on his desk, mostly naked and flush and his.
“What about it?” Eduardo asks, slowly regaining his senses and realizing he’s mostly naked and nearly spread out on a vampire’s desk.
“It’s... It’s...” Mark can’t put it in words because for the first time in a long time, he’s afraid. He’s afraid he’ll be right. He’s afraid he’ll be wrong.
“Oh man,” Eduardo finally clears the fog and sees his shirt torn to pieces on the floor and the mess he made all over himself. “Shit.”
He moves to push Mark away so he can get his feet under him and off the desk, but Mark holds his sides and says, “Wait.” He bends at the waist, takes a lingering smell, then licks a long line up the softening cock, cleaning him of come.
“Jesus fuck,” Eduardo gasps, wriggling under Mark’s set grip.
“Quit squirming,” he says, enveloping the cock in his mouth to suck clean.
“Ahhh, oh God; what are you, a come vampire too?” he shudders out.
“No, I just like it,” Mark replies and laps at the remains along Eduardo’s flat belly.
“Please,” he finally whines and Mark straightens, his hands set on Eduardo’s thighs.
“I like when you beg.”
Eduardo exhales, closes his eyes and composes himself. “I have to go.”
Mark frowns. “No.”
“ ‘No’? “
Mark shrugs.
“Mark…” he trails, a hint of warning to his tone. But he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t know what he is.
“You don’t have to go.”
“Yes, I do.” He stands because Mark lets him and tucks himself back in his pants. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow or something?"
"You don't have to go."
"Stop saying that. I do. I have to go. This was..." Eduardo pauses and looks lost. "I don't know what this was!"
"This was good," Mark says and means it more than anything else he's ever said.
"This was... a mistake," Eduardo replies. "I can't do this."
"You haven't even been fed from yet; you haven't felt it-"
"I did, I felt it," he disputes, "And I wanted..."
Mark is on the brink, he knows it, he can see it in Eduardo's terrified eyes.
"What?" he asks, stepping closer. Eduardo draws back, like a dance, but he can't stop because there's truth in Eduardo's eyes and Mark craves it like he craves blood.
Eduardo is crowded into the bookshelves built into the office wall, Mark pressing into his space but not touching. He needs his head about him for this. When Eduardo bumps into the wall, he finally snaps, "Stop it!"
"What did you want?"
"I've never-" he starts and stops, frantic and scared, but not of Mark. He's scared of what Mark's going to make him say. What Mark himself needs to hear so he can know for sure.
"What?"
"I don't know why I feel like this!" he yells.
Mark nods. "What did you want?"
The fight goes out of Eduardo at Mark's quiet persistence. Like he knows him and knows he'll never stop. Mark doesn't stop when he wants something.
Eduardo exhales and sinks against the shelves. He has the courage to look Mark in the eye when he answers. "I wanted you to take it all."
Mark feels like the floor has fallen out from under his feet but Eduardo keeps talking. The floodgates open.
"I wanted you to feed off of me until there was nothing left. Knowing I was needed, that I could give you something you needed... I felt complete. It's the most right I've ever felt in my life."
"I know," Mark nods and is unable to keep his hands off him for another second, cradling Eduardo's face. "It's because you're a pomme de vie."
Eduardo takes a breath.
"Huh?"
. Part II .