Under the Moonlight Dim
» Title: Under the Moonlight Dim (1/1)
» Author: surely_dramatic
» Rating: R
» Category: Misc → Vampire
» Pairing: General
» Warning: AU // Blood // Language // Male x Male relation // Romance (slightly)
» Word count: ±2,436
» Summary: It was centuries of darkness they had shared and it was together they had cherished their most precious and cruel moments, becoming memories of the past after another era. They were buried alive by the love and the hatred holding them together with bloody ties. Usually, they were two distinct souls and spirit hunters. Tonight they would be one under the moonlight dim.
» Note: The story is written in a POV and most of the italic text refers to either thoughts or mind reading.
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“You’re a bastard! The perfect devil! Do you know that?!”
Beautiful is the word that came teasing my lips. My precious one was once again wakening every particle inside of me with unique excitement. How much did I love to see the blood rushing to his face, making him human? “You’re the devil itself! How could you do that?!” he shout, his face distorted with anger making his skin looking the more and more alive by seconds. While on my side, I couldn’t help the faint smile floating on my mouth.
“Oh forgive me--”
“Shut up! You are the cruelest creature on this planet! You’ve never regretted anything and don’t tell me you’re sorry!”
Yes, he was right. I didn’t have the slightest remorse of what I have done. This is who I am, impulsive, cold, selfish and wanting humanity to know about us, vampires. Seeing him walking like this, deeply annoyed and frustrated while his face was lost in deep thoughts was priceless. Hm. He always managed to make me want more of him without putting the slightest effort.
However his thoughts were blocked to me. His mind was closed like a seashell and I didn’t force to read it even if I could extract whatever the hell I wanted from this suffering mind. I was much more powerful than he was, for many reasons he ignored.
Why I didn’t follow his trail of thought? Simply because I wanted to see what kind of comment he would come up with. I wanted to have the surprise from which words would echo from this particular sweet tone.
“I hate you.” he whispered in the darkness and I wanted to laugh. That was exactly him, the reason why I lust over this child of darkness as they called us. Our passion was even greater in hatred. I tried to control myself, but God it was hard.
“You’re a monster!” he snapped. His voice always captured me, after his gorgeous eyes, and also his lustrous hair, and gentle manners. So gentle that even his victims always had loved him. Everything about this fine creature, my creature was perfect to my eyes.
“Yes, I know.” I replied, the smile never vanishing from my lips. He stopped his light steps and stared at me in the eyes. “I love to hear it from you. Say it again my love, how much damn I am.” His face changed into a puzzled look, the one so well known and used by the mortals of this era.
“How much you hate me. I am the devil itself. But I want the melody of your voice to echo these notes. I think no one will ever be able to make them vibrate like you do. Please my precious angel of death, say it again. It makes me feel so good.”
I paused, waiting for the effect of these words in this dark isolate room. I believe he had stop breathing, I couldn’t perceive the slightest sign of animation. His face became a perfect statue of white marble, the one you see in ancient cities, unreadable but his eyes were furious at me and alive.
I know he was craving to tell me more, tell me that I was a coward, bastard selfish man. I know him too much. I rose up from the velvet seat, letting my fingertips travelled against the soft texture. He stood still, the moonlight reflecting into his hair making them shine lightly.
We haven’t fed yet, and the thirst inside of me was becoming unbearable, making my impulsiveness even worst in those moments. I was going to have him, whether he liked it or not.
A second later I was in front of him. He didn’t react to my act. Not the slightest expression was readable has he kept studying me. I lift my hand to touch his smooth skin but his hand grabbed my wrist. “Fuck off.” Simple words and I smiled again softly. “You always make me laugh.” I could clearly see the hatred dancing in the back of his darker eyes. How beautiful he was.
“You shouldn’t have done it.” he spoke with a low almost menacing tone, his eyes defying mine. “You’ll bring them after you again.” His voice became softer and I could feel and sense his worry for me. It came like a snake crawling along my skin. He was scare for my life, for me to be destroyed! If only he knew that nothing could destroy me up to this point… But revealing him the truth would put him in greater danger. Staying with me was enough of a risk. “I... I don’t want you...” His eyes dropped to the floor, and I saw blood sliding down his cheek.
I lifted his chin, wiping away the red stain the lonely tear had created against his white skin. “Are you going to stop?” he asked, his eyes reflecting the hope a human would have. I smiled again, a silent laugh passing through my closed lips. “You know the answer to that.” His face hardened, and I saw the deception surrounding his soul.
He released my wrist which he still held in-between his fingers since he took it. I knew he was going to leave me, hunt alone and come back before dawn. But my mind was fixed. I was waiting the right moment to strike. He took a step aside and passed before me, eyes avoiding on purpose any more contact with me. I called him and he ignored my voice as expected.
I waited, still facing the window and seeing the moon reflecting against the velvet dark sky and these tiny sparkling stars. It was probably close to midnight. I knew what he was doing, picking up his jacket and where he was without having to see. Immortality gives us magnificent powers over time. I closed my eyes, listening to the faint echo coming from the city below. I could smell human blood and I licked my lips without noticing. I was in deep need now.
The second my companion walked near the velvet seat that I had been sitting earlier, I made my move. It all occurred fast, too fast for him to react and the result was what I wanted. Him sitting on the chair and me on top, straddling his hips while holding him in place.
My hands weren’t budging from his shoulders despite all his physical and mental effort. My grip was of steal and I was like an ancient pillar sitting on his laps. I already told you that I was faster and stronger than him. I think I saw fear crossed his eyes to my satisfaction. He whispered my name with bitterness ordering me to release him. You son of a bitch!
We stared at each other in silence for a moment. My beautiful one was angry again, just like I wanted. I came closer, my cold fingers drawing the outline of his cheek and jaw line. His skin was icy and silky just like mine. I knew he was trying to resist my teasing touches. His body was tensed and his eyes didn’t break the intense contact. No human sign was emanating from him anymore. He remained silent. Knowing that it would make me aroused and uncontrollable if his voice was to echo again.
One of my hands slid down around his neck, stroking his skin in search of that artery. I could feel the blood rushing through it, the warmest of it. He had given up his attempt to get free. He wasn’t stupid and knew there was no escape now. My fingers moved on and curled around his soft hair at the back of his neck while I suddenly crushed our lips together.
A barrier in him collapsed, I felt it. His resistance toward me was low when it came down to this. He moaned faintly when I continued to caress his white neck. This neck... I taste it once and never again. It was so many night before this one, but it was still vivid clear in my head. His body giving away, death slowly embracing his heart while I kept steeling the luxurious substance until... Oh, this blood...
We parted away, panting a little. My intention more than clear and I made sure to keep it just for me. He would hit himself against my invisible barrier if he would try to sneak inside of my head. I felt his power trying to get over it, but there was no chance for him. “I fucking hate you. You, the devil of this earth…” He whispered with a sensual tone, his eyes even darker and sparkling with enthrallment and I smirked. He was playing the game just like I had hope. “You’re damned and cruel.” He continued to say, making my mind flustered even more. He brushed his lips against mine, “I’ve never hated someone like this…” And I captured his lips again, making them my precious slave just like he was bond to me.
One of his hands had slip under my shirt, caressing my waist and sending a few shivers inside of me. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to taste him.
We broke apart and my lips immediately traveled against his neck. My tongue licking along that artery pulsing harder, that living thing which was holding what I wanted. My thirst was greater, my body requesting this very blood. His breathing echoed sharper, and his eyes were closed I knew it. Despite not seeing him, I could feel his facial expression and it was pure delight.
I continued to tease him, and he kept letting faint moans. Until I pierced his skin with my fangs, hearing the gasp of surprise. But he couldn’t escape. He said my name with a slight panic, but I didn’t care. His blood, exquisite blood was entering me and I kept sucking him. How delicious this felt, my body was gaining in life while his was losing.
My hands became warm against his colder skin. He was fighting in vain to get away, until it came down to this feeling, illusion of everything was alright and magical. I know what it is like to be fed on. You see beautiful sceneries and just wish to see more, feel more of this heavenly freedom. You’re mesmerized by the images floating in front of your own eyes, by the fading rhythm of your dying heart. He moaned again and his body relaxed under mine.
Suddenly, I felt his lips against my neck, his cold one lacking blood. My skin was warmer and warmer and I couldn’t stop emptying him. It was one of my secret fantasies, pleasure, whatever you want to call that to feed on him again. It took me back on the night I made him one of us. I was lost in my own memories and never expected this behaviour from him. He sank his own fang in my skin. The blood pouring out of me while he groaned in deep delight at the liquid inside of his mouth, transforming him into a sucking living thing. He wasn’t human anymore, but the monster, the wild beast and not the beautiful, sensitive, caring one who always choose the evildoer or dying one to feed on.
He sucked harder then what I had, and I moaned against his neck. His hand that had traveled up my arm and was now around my shoulder tightened as he kept getting more and more, and so did I. We were connected by blood. I was feeding on him while he emptied my body from every pulse of my racing heart. I honestly have trouble explaining the emotion, the sensation... It was close to delusion, orgasm itself. The mix of feeding and losing is overwhelming beyond words.
Think about it, our body is dead, except from our heart and brain mostly. We couldn’t feel the same excitement as when we were alive, the same sexual lust. But this was similar, or even better. Blood is our guilty pleasure. The brain is a powerful creator of illusions. I moaned myself against his warmer neck, unable to control any of my fledgling emotions. I could feel his body reviving, gaining some strength from the lost.
How long did it last? I don’t know. Minutes? Hours? We couldn’t be satisfied since one was pulling out what the other was gaining. Lust was controlling us, envy, and desire, all of that. And when we finally stop sucking and lock our eyes together, panting heavily what I saw was breathtaking. His eyes were drowsy, his gaze sexy and drunk on shadows. His eyelids slid close for a second while he licked his lips in a sensual way.
I kissed him again, violently and messily. The red substance was slipping out of our mouths still full of it, sliding down our chins as we kept exchanging it. The sensation was indescribable, arousing. I could taste my own blood and his, and so could he. We certainly were looking like perfect demons coming straight from hell, bloody lovers exchanging under the moonlight dim.
We continued the kiss until we swallowed every drop of blood there could be. He then licked my lips, searching for more of this ecstatic sensation. “You’re a malicious one.” I whispered to him while my fingertips absently continued to brush his face, this warm skin. He smiled, his human features taking over once more.
Promise me. He asked silently, his eyes speaking for him and still innocently hoping. Promise me that you’ll never do it again. Seek to reveal our identity to the mortals and bring the wrath of the others upon you. I looked at him, another of the many smile growing on my lips. Please, for me. I could never get enough of him, his manners always made me love him more. Nothing can destroy me.
Silence was now installed in the room, the blood drying on our skin and clothes. I cupped his face and left a last kiss over his sealed lips. I knew I had hurt his feelings, and he would probably vanish for a couple of nights turning into a couple of full moons.
But I’m not afraid of them and their childish threat. I’ve never been scared and will never be. This is who I am and nothing will change me. Time hadn’t until now and it will never transform the creature that I am.
We will be together for another thousand of centuries.
“I promise.”
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A/N: I honestly don’t have much to say. I wrote this down mostly to free my mind and to get this idea out of my head. This mostly explains why there is no particular pairing into the story. However, I do have my idea about who I’m picturing into this universe. But this will remain my secret (^_~)
» Author: surely_dramatic
» Rating: R
» Category: Misc → Vampire
» Pairing: General
» Warning: AU // Blood // Language // Male x Male relation // Romance (slightly)
» Word count: ±2,436
» Summary: It was centuries of darkness they had shared and it was together they had cherished their most precious and cruel moments, becoming memories of the past after another era. They were buried alive by the love and the hatred holding them together with bloody ties. Usually, they were two distinct souls and spirit hunters. Tonight they would be one under the moonlight dim.
» Note: The story is written in a POV and most of the italic text refers to either thoughts or mind reading.
...
“You’re a bastard! The perfect devil! Do you know that?!”
Beautiful is the word that came teasing my lips. My precious one was once again wakening every particle inside of me with unique excitement. How much did I love to see the blood rushing to his face, making him human? “You’re the devil itself! How could you do that?!” he shout, his face distorted with anger making his skin looking the more and more alive by seconds. While on my side, I couldn’t help the faint smile floating on my mouth.
“Oh forgive me--”
“Shut up! You are the cruelest creature on this planet! You’ve never regretted anything and don’t tell me you’re sorry!”
Yes, he was right. I didn’t have the slightest remorse of what I have done. This is who I am, impulsive, cold, selfish and wanting humanity to know about us, vampires. Seeing him walking like this, deeply annoyed and frustrated while his face was lost in deep thoughts was priceless. Hm. He always managed to make me want more of him without putting the slightest effort.
However his thoughts were blocked to me. His mind was closed like a seashell and I didn’t force to read it even if I could extract whatever the hell I wanted from this suffering mind. I was much more powerful than he was, for many reasons he ignored.
Why I didn’t follow his trail of thought? Simply because I wanted to see what kind of comment he would come up with. I wanted to have the surprise from which words would echo from this particular sweet tone.
“I hate you.” he whispered in the darkness and I wanted to laugh. That was exactly him, the reason why I lust over this child of darkness as they called us. Our passion was even greater in hatred. I tried to control myself, but God it was hard.
“You’re a monster!” he snapped. His voice always captured me, after his gorgeous eyes, and also his lustrous hair, and gentle manners. So gentle that even his victims always had loved him. Everything about this fine creature, my creature was perfect to my eyes.
“Yes, I know.” I replied, the smile never vanishing from my lips. He stopped his light steps and stared at me in the eyes. “I love to hear it from you. Say it again my love, how much damn I am.” His face changed into a puzzled look, the one so well known and used by the mortals of this era.
“How much you hate me. I am the devil itself. But I want the melody of your voice to echo these notes. I think no one will ever be able to make them vibrate like you do. Please my precious angel of death, say it again. It makes me feel so good.”
I paused, waiting for the effect of these words in this dark isolate room. I believe he had stop breathing, I couldn’t perceive the slightest sign of animation. His face became a perfect statue of white marble, the one you see in ancient cities, unreadable but his eyes were furious at me and alive.
I know he was craving to tell me more, tell me that I was a coward, bastard selfish man. I know him too much. I rose up from the velvet seat, letting my fingertips travelled against the soft texture. He stood still, the moonlight reflecting into his hair making them shine lightly.
We haven’t fed yet, and the thirst inside of me was becoming unbearable, making my impulsiveness even worst in those moments. I was going to have him, whether he liked it or not.
A second later I was in front of him. He didn’t react to my act. Not the slightest expression was readable has he kept studying me. I lift my hand to touch his smooth skin but his hand grabbed my wrist. “Fuck off.” Simple words and I smiled again softly. “You always make me laugh.” I could clearly see the hatred dancing in the back of his darker eyes. How beautiful he was.
“You shouldn’t have done it.” he spoke with a low almost menacing tone, his eyes defying mine. “You’ll bring them after you again.” His voice became softer and I could feel and sense his worry for me. It came like a snake crawling along my skin. He was scare for my life, for me to be destroyed! If only he knew that nothing could destroy me up to this point… But revealing him the truth would put him in greater danger. Staying with me was enough of a risk. “I... I don’t want you...” His eyes dropped to the floor, and I saw blood sliding down his cheek.
I lifted his chin, wiping away the red stain the lonely tear had created against his white skin. “Are you going to stop?” he asked, his eyes reflecting the hope a human would have. I smiled again, a silent laugh passing through my closed lips. “You know the answer to that.” His face hardened, and I saw the deception surrounding his soul.
He released my wrist which he still held in-between his fingers since he took it. I knew he was going to leave me, hunt alone and come back before dawn. But my mind was fixed. I was waiting the right moment to strike. He took a step aside and passed before me, eyes avoiding on purpose any more contact with me. I called him and he ignored my voice as expected.
I waited, still facing the window and seeing the moon reflecting against the velvet dark sky and these tiny sparkling stars. It was probably close to midnight. I knew what he was doing, picking up his jacket and where he was without having to see. Immortality gives us magnificent powers over time. I closed my eyes, listening to the faint echo coming from the city below. I could smell human blood and I licked my lips without noticing. I was in deep need now.
The second my companion walked near the velvet seat that I had been sitting earlier, I made my move. It all occurred fast, too fast for him to react and the result was what I wanted. Him sitting on the chair and me on top, straddling his hips while holding him in place.
My hands weren’t budging from his shoulders despite all his physical and mental effort. My grip was of steal and I was like an ancient pillar sitting on his laps. I already told you that I was faster and stronger than him. I think I saw fear crossed his eyes to my satisfaction. He whispered my name with bitterness ordering me to release him. You son of a bitch!
We stared at each other in silence for a moment. My beautiful one was angry again, just like I wanted. I came closer, my cold fingers drawing the outline of his cheek and jaw line. His skin was icy and silky just like mine. I knew he was trying to resist my teasing touches. His body was tensed and his eyes didn’t break the intense contact. No human sign was emanating from him anymore. He remained silent. Knowing that it would make me aroused and uncontrollable if his voice was to echo again.
One of my hands slid down around his neck, stroking his skin in search of that artery. I could feel the blood rushing through it, the warmest of it. He had given up his attempt to get free. He wasn’t stupid and knew there was no escape now. My fingers moved on and curled around his soft hair at the back of his neck while I suddenly crushed our lips together.
A barrier in him collapsed, I felt it. His resistance toward me was low when it came down to this. He moaned faintly when I continued to caress his white neck. This neck... I taste it once and never again. It was so many night before this one, but it was still vivid clear in my head. His body giving away, death slowly embracing his heart while I kept steeling the luxurious substance until... Oh, this blood...
We parted away, panting a little. My intention more than clear and I made sure to keep it just for me. He would hit himself against my invisible barrier if he would try to sneak inside of my head. I felt his power trying to get over it, but there was no chance for him. “I fucking hate you. You, the devil of this earth…” He whispered with a sensual tone, his eyes even darker and sparkling with enthrallment and I smirked. He was playing the game just like I had hope. “You’re damned and cruel.” He continued to say, making my mind flustered even more. He brushed his lips against mine, “I’ve never hated someone like this…” And I captured his lips again, making them my precious slave just like he was bond to me.
One of his hands had slip under my shirt, caressing my waist and sending a few shivers inside of me. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to taste him.
We broke apart and my lips immediately traveled against his neck. My tongue licking along that artery pulsing harder, that living thing which was holding what I wanted. My thirst was greater, my body requesting this very blood. His breathing echoed sharper, and his eyes were closed I knew it. Despite not seeing him, I could feel his facial expression and it was pure delight.
I continued to tease him, and he kept letting faint moans. Until I pierced his skin with my fangs, hearing the gasp of surprise. But he couldn’t escape. He said my name with a slight panic, but I didn’t care. His blood, exquisite blood was entering me and I kept sucking him. How delicious this felt, my body was gaining in life while his was losing.
My hands became warm against his colder skin. He was fighting in vain to get away, until it came down to this feeling, illusion of everything was alright and magical. I know what it is like to be fed on. You see beautiful sceneries and just wish to see more, feel more of this heavenly freedom. You’re mesmerized by the images floating in front of your own eyes, by the fading rhythm of your dying heart. He moaned again and his body relaxed under mine.
Suddenly, I felt his lips against my neck, his cold one lacking blood. My skin was warmer and warmer and I couldn’t stop emptying him. It was one of my secret fantasies, pleasure, whatever you want to call that to feed on him again. It took me back on the night I made him one of us. I was lost in my own memories and never expected this behaviour from him. He sank his own fang in my skin. The blood pouring out of me while he groaned in deep delight at the liquid inside of his mouth, transforming him into a sucking living thing. He wasn’t human anymore, but the monster, the wild beast and not the beautiful, sensitive, caring one who always choose the evildoer or dying one to feed on.
He sucked harder then what I had, and I moaned against his neck. His hand that had traveled up my arm and was now around my shoulder tightened as he kept getting more and more, and so did I. We were connected by blood. I was feeding on him while he emptied my body from every pulse of my racing heart. I honestly have trouble explaining the emotion, the sensation... It was close to delusion, orgasm itself. The mix of feeding and losing is overwhelming beyond words.
Think about it, our body is dead, except from our heart and brain mostly. We couldn’t feel the same excitement as when we were alive, the same sexual lust. But this was similar, or even better. Blood is our guilty pleasure. The brain is a powerful creator of illusions. I moaned myself against his warmer neck, unable to control any of my fledgling emotions. I could feel his body reviving, gaining some strength from the lost.
How long did it last? I don’t know. Minutes? Hours? We couldn’t be satisfied since one was pulling out what the other was gaining. Lust was controlling us, envy, and desire, all of that. And when we finally stop sucking and lock our eyes together, panting heavily what I saw was breathtaking. His eyes were drowsy, his gaze sexy and drunk on shadows. His eyelids slid close for a second while he licked his lips in a sensual way.
I kissed him again, violently and messily. The red substance was slipping out of our mouths still full of it, sliding down our chins as we kept exchanging it. The sensation was indescribable, arousing. I could taste my own blood and his, and so could he. We certainly were looking like perfect demons coming straight from hell, bloody lovers exchanging under the moonlight dim.
We continued the kiss until we swallowed every drop of blood there could be. He then licked my lips, searching for more of this ecstatic sensation. “You’re a malicious one.” I whispered to him while my fingertips absently continued to brush his face, this warm skin. He smiled, his human features taking over once more.
Promise me. He asked silently, his eyes speaking for him and still innocently hoping. Promise me that you’ll never do it again. Seek to reveal our identity to the mortals and bring the wrath of the others upon you. I looked at him, another of the many smile growing on my lips. Please, for me. I could never get enough of him, his manners always made me love him more. Nothing can destroy me.
Silence was now installed in the room, the blood drying on our skin and clothes. I cupped his face and left a last kiss over his sealed lips. I knew I had hurt his feelings, and he would probably vanish for a couple of nights turning into a couple of full moons.
But I’m not afraid of them and their childish threat. I’ve never been scared and will never be. This is who I am and nothing will change me. Time hadn’t until now and it will never transform the creature that I am.
We will be together for another thousand of centuries.
“I promise.”
...
A/N: I honestly don’t have much to say. I wrote this down mostly to free my mind and to get this idea out of my head. This mostly explains why there is no particular pairing into the story. However, I do have my idea about who I’m picturing into this universe. But this will remain my secret (^_~)