VAmpire AU Ch 5
Title: Consummation of Soul
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R today, mes amies
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Beta’d by suchapeach07
Chapter 5
The rain pattering against the windows made just enough sound to bring him back when he finally became just engrossed enough in his work to forget about last night. Bam felt foolish; he was acting like a fifteen-year-old girl after his first kiss. With his head slumped in his hands, he stared at the open book before him, trying to concern himself with ancient pottery and what it had to do with the peoples of a region. Almost desperately, he kept replaying the lingering kiss in his head, remembering the exquisite texture of the vampire’s lips and the haunting color of his eyes. Ryan approached him from behind, and when he tapped him on the shoulder Bam jumped.
“God, Ry. I didn’t even hear you.” He muttered, looking back to the text. Ryan noted the dark bags around his eyes.
“Didn’t sleep well, I take it?” he asked softly, sitting next to Bam on a stool. Bam shook his head, smiling slightly.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Ryan grinned. “So you caught it?” he asked, glancing curiously at box on the table. Bam frowned, also looking at the box.
“It’s empty. I didn’t get him. But he’ll be back tonight.”
Ryan could almost hear the smile evident in those last words and he peered at Bam.
“What exactly happened last night?” he demanded, wiping the light smile off Bam’s face.
“Nothing.” He said convincingly. “He just didn’t show.”
Ryan let it go, his eyes still darting suspiciously from Bam to the coffin every so often, until Bam couldn’t take the scrutiny and slid off his stool.
“Lunch time.” With that, he excused himself, rushing out of the room and out the door so he could dwell in peace.
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The rest of the day he avoided Ryan like the plague, not quite feeling up to playing twenty questions again. Closing time came and went and he sat himself down at the small table in the back room, eyes fixated eerily on the still box. His hands were clasped together in front of him as if he was praying, and the moment Ville slipped almost undetectably through the door he let his breath catch in his throat. The vampire spied Bam seated at the table and paused, letting the door shut slowly.
“Hello.” He said finally, still standing in front of the door. Bam turned slightly to take in his yet again stunning appearance. This time he wore a tight navy tee shirt and, despite the weather, baggy black shorts whose pockets you could hold your whole life in. He wore no beanie, instead letting his hair dance freely around his pale face in rivers of dark brown. Almost self-consciously, Ville tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Bedecking each of his delicate earlobes was a hoop of gold that glinted in the dull light of the moon. Bam rose and started over to him, causing Ville to back up. Bam frowned at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Ville looked at him, realizing the petulant lipped man standing before him was asking a serious question. He put a hand to his forehead, laughing quietly.
“What’s wrong?” Bam demanded, voice going slightly hysterical.
“Are you daft?” Ville asked him, piercing the man’s blue eyes with his own green ones.
“…What?” Bam asked, eyebrows drawn together in a perplexed frown. The vampire motioned to himself.
“I’m a vampire.” He said slowly, as if Bam were a small child.
“So?”
Ville cast a look at his feet, wondering briefly just why he wasn’t tearing the blue eyed man’s throat out. And oh, how he longed to do it, to feel the tiny life dying gently on his lips, to taste victory and defeat all in one blindingly brilliant swallow. In a flash, his face morphed from chiseled marble to monstrous. He hissed and launched himself across the room at Bam, who stood rooted to the spot in fear as Ville appeared at his neck. His fingertips, rough and cool, danced skillfully across Bam’s neck, landing gently on top of his carotid. He leaned close to whisper in the human’s ear.
“I could kill you right now.” He murmured, his lips slightly brushing Bam’s earlobe, causing him to shudder. “And you’d beg me to do it.”
Bam pulled away, staring intently into Ville’s eyes, searching. Then he leaned forward, burrowing his face in the vampire’s neck. Ville tensed, entirely shocked as Bam’s dull human teeth grazed the tender skin, sending chills rocketing up his spine. A talented tongue worked over the bites, wetting the skin before nibbling again, causing Ville to relax and tense, his toes curling whenever Bam bit down. His hands slinked up to fist in Bam’s soft brown curls as the man moved down lower, to his sharp collarbone. He let out a low growl and forcefully brought Bam’s lips back to his own, regaining his previously lost dominance. His tongue warred quietly with the human’s, a sloppy battle he won in the end, setting a slow rhythm he had perfected over many a century. Ville pulled away to move across the room, toward his coffin. Bam stood back, at a loss for words. When Ville was nearly to the door he managed out a choked, “Where are you going?”
The vampire turned to him, looking at the glum man from underneath his dark lashes.
“I need to sleep, sweetheart.” His deep voice intoned. Bam gave a despondent whimper and slunk over to him, slipping his hand into Ville’s free one. The vampire looked down in surprise, his emerald eyes going wide at the sight before him. Bam himself couldn’t explain what was happening, just why he needed so desperately to be near this creature, this threat to his life. But he clutched the cool hand tighter, defiance in his eyes when Ville parted his lips to object. The protest died on his lips the moment he spied the intense fight lighting Bam’s blue eyes and he tugged lightly, leading the man who was so much like a child out into the cool night. He was comfortable, but beside him Bam shivered, goose bumps rising up and down his exposed flesh. A long dead instinct reared its head and unconsciously he dropped Bam’s hand to slip an arm around his slender shoulders. They walked along the road, an incredibly odd pair, before Ville turned sharply to the left, headed for the dark of the thick forest. He could feel Bam’s shoulders tense in fear as the moon light fled in the cover of the trees. Ville’s eyes hadn’t seen daylight in innumerable years but they dilated almost cat like to adjust to the loss of the tiny sliver of light. Every couple of seconds Bam would trip over a branch or root under foot.
“Fuck!” he cried as he went down on one knee, thorns in the undergrowth snagging the cloth and raking finely over the skin. Ville sighed and carefully set the coffin in the ferns. He hooked his arms under Bam’s underarms and hefted him up with ease. Then he leaned forward, beckoning for Bam to get on his back.
“I’m not five.” Bam hissed angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. Having no vision whatsoever, Bam fixed the tree next to Ville with a steely glare. The vampire chuckled a bit before stalking over to Bam. He grabbed him by the waist and heaved him over his shoulder, bending down to pick up his coffin. The scent of the blood from Bam’s knee was driving him insane as he picked up the pace, nearing the clearing just behind the looming mansion. He broke through the line of trees and made his way over to the back door which he pushed open with his shoulder. Inside, like the woods, it was pitch black. It smelled musty and Bam pictured antique furniture covered in dusty, cream colored sheets. Ville followed the well trodden path into the parlor, where a dying fire glowed invitingly in the hearth. Ville stopped and let Linde take in the situation before him. His eyes darted from Ville and the coffin to the man slung over his shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, casting long blonde hair out of his face.
“Have you brought us something to eat, Ville?” he asked sardonically, eyes crinkling in glee at the dirty look he got.
“Not quite, Lily.” Ville snapped back, crossing the room. Bam lifted his head and glanced at Linde who was smirking at him from his place on the couch. He let his head drop back, a little dizzy from the blood that had rushed to his head.
“Ville?” he asked, lightheaded. Ville turned his head, glancing at Bam before giving a comprehending, “Oh,” and setting him on his feet. Bam swayed unsteadily and Ville grabbed his arm. He led them into a room lit dimly by guttering candles and settled the coffin down on the floor. The two large windows were covered with heavy, dark drapes and Ville turned to Bam, the hunger in his eyes apparent as he stalked over to the boy.
“Sit down.” He whispered, motioning to the bed. Bam flopped down, his eyes trained on the vampire as he sat down next to him and grabbed his leg. Rolling the pant leg up ever so slowly, Ville leaned his head down to lick at the blood dried on the skin. A moan escaped his lips as he sucked lightly at the scratches, hoping to draw out some lingering blood. Finding none, he sat back, his eyes tired.
“What’s wrong?” Bam asked worriedly, placing a hand on Ville’s shoulder.
“I need to feed.” He groaned, clutching his stomach and laying back on the bed.
“Well, then go.” Bam said, as if this had been the most obvious thing in the world.
“Are you kidding?” Ville snorted. “Linde would have you the moment I was out the damn door.”
He groaned in what Bam suspected was frustration and dropped his head in his hands. Bam frowned sadly, his mind racing, a decision being made. He held out his arm, pulling back the thin sleeve to reveal a perfectly unmarred wrist.
“Ville.” He said, causing the man to glance up. His eyes darted suspiciously from Bam’s offered wrist to his eyes, which were glowing a sincere sapphire color. Insistently, Bam pushed his wrist to Ville’s firmly closed lips. The scent wafted into Ville’s nostrils and he could hear the blood thrumming through the tiny hollow veins encompassed just under the enticing pale flesh. His eyes fluttered shut as he got another hint of the intoxicating fluid running just under the skin, so close. He nuzzled Bam’s wrist, fighting the demon on his shoulder who was telling him to feed.
“Let go, Ville. Eat.” He persuaded gently, still holding out his wrist.
“You don’t understand, Bammie.” Ville whispered. “Even when I feed I have to keep control, or I’ll drain you dry.” Bam nodded and Ville gave him a pained look, taking his arm gently. He brought the wrist slowly to his lips, his razorblade canines easily breaking the skin. Bam winced at the sharp pain as Ville bit down. But when he started to suck, Bam let out a pleasurable gasp. The vampire grasped his thin wrist with both hands and began to draw blood out of the tiny holes, and Bam began to writhe, moaning and gasping as his cock began to grow hard. Ville let go with one hand and sought the button of Bam’s pants. Finding it, he unzipped them and yanked them down, his hand seeking Bam’s already leaking cock. Releasing his arm, Ville slid down his body and engulfed the man’s dick in his mouth, letting his teeth lightly graze the shaft. Bam panted, watching Ville through heavy lidded eyes clouded with yearning. Ville sucked Bam’s cock like he was sucking his blood, letting the taste of it and his pre-cum mingle in his mouth. He groaned as he took Bam in further, his skilled mouth working Bam into a frenzied hysteria. With a loud yell he released himself down the vampire’s throat, slumping back on the bed and breathing hard. Revitalized, Ville crawled over him, placing a cool hand against Bam’s forehead.
“Sweetheart, it’s almost day time. I need to go.” He gestured to the coffin on the floor next to the large bed. Bam sat up, glancing at the box.
“Do I get in there with you?” he asked uncertainly, looking at the box and deciding it was a little small for both of them. Ville chuckled for the hundredth time that night.
“No, darling, you sleep on the bed. And I’ll see you in the mo-,” he caught himself and grinned. “In the evening.”
He crouched down and, almost lovingly, unlatched the lid to the coffin before opening it and sliding in. His green eyes caught Bam’s contrasting blue ones and he smiled before shutting the lid. Bam curled up on the huge bed and tried to fall asleep, to no avail. Finally, he slipped off the bed and down onto the floor. Kneeling beside Ville’s coffin, he curled up next to the unyielding wood and fell asleep.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R today, mes amies
Genre: AU
Summary: A curator learns a deadly secret - one that will literally consume him if kept.
Beta’d by suchapeach07
Chapter 5
The rain pattering against the windows made just enough sound to bring him back when he finally became just engrossed enough in his work to forget about last night. Bam felt foolish; he was acting like a fifteen-year-old girl after his first kiss. With his head slumped in his hands, he stared at the open book before him, trying to concern himself with ancient pottery and what it had to do with the peoples of a region. Almost desperately, he kept replaying the lingering kiss in his head, remembering the exquisite texture of the vampire’s lips and the haunting color of his eyes. Ryan approached him from behind, and when he tapped him on the shoulder Bam jumped.
“God, Ry. I didn’t even hear you.” He muttered, looking back to the text. Ryan noted the dark bags around his eyes.
“Didn’t sleep well, I take it?” he asked softly, sitting next to Bam on a stool. Bam shook his head, smiling slightly.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Ryan grinned. “So you caught it?” he asked, glancing curiously at box on the table. Bam frowned, also looking at the box.
“It’s empty. I didn’t get him. But he’ll be back tonight.”
Ryan could almost hear the smile evident in those last words and he peered at Bam.
“What exactly happened last night?” he demanded, wiping the light smile off Bam’s face.
“Nothing.” He said convincingly. “He just didn’t show.”
Ryan let it go, his eyes still darting suspiciously from Bam to the coffin every so often, until Bam couldn’t take the scrutiny and slid off his stool.
“Lunch time.” With that, he excused himself, rushing out of the room and out the door so he could dwell in peace.
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The rest of the day he avoided Ryan like the plague, not quite feeling up to playing twenty questions again. Closing time came and went and he sat himself down at the small table in the back room, eyes fixated eerily on the still box. His hands were clasped together in front of him as if he was praying, and the moment Ville slipped almost undetectably through the door he let his breath catch in his throat. The vampire spied Bam seated at the table and paused, letting the door shut slowly.
“Hello.” He said finally, still standing in front of the door. Bam turned slightly to take in his yet again stunning appearance. This time he wore a tight navy tee shirt and, despite the weather, baggy black shorts whose pockets you could hold your whole life in. He wore no beanie, instead letting his hair dance freely around his pale face in rivers of dark brown. Almost self-consciously, Ville tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Bedecking each of his delicate earlobes was a hoop of gold that glinted in the dull light of the moon. Bam rose and started over to him, causing Ville to back up. Bam frowned at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Ville looked at him, realizing the petulant lipped man standing before him was asking a serious question. He put a hand to his forehead, laughing quietly.
“What’s wrong?” Bam demanded, voice going slightly hysterical.
“Are you daft?” Ville asked him, piercing the man’s blue eyes with his own green ones.
“…What?” Bam asked, eyebrows drawn together in a perplexed frown. The vampire motioned to himself.
“I’m a vampire.” He said slowly, as if Bam were a small child.
“So?”
Ville cast a look at his feet, wondering briefly just why he wasn’t tearing the blue eyed man’s throat out. And oh, how he longed to do it, to feel the tiny life dying gently on his lips, to taste victory and defeat all in one blindingly brilliant swallow. In a flash, his face morphed from chiseled marble to monstrous. He hissed and launched himself across the room at Bam, who stood rooted to the spot in fear as Ville appeared at his neck. His fingertips, rough and cool, danced skillfully across Bam’s neck, landing gently on top of his carotid. He leaned close to whisper in the human’s ear.
“I could kill you right now.” He murmured, his lips slightly brushing Bam’s earlobe, causing him to shudder. “And you’d beg me to do it.”
Bam pulled away, staring intently into Ville’s eyes, searching. Then he leaned forward, burrowing his face in the vampire’s neck. Ville tensed, entirely shocked as Bam’s dull human teeth grazed the tender skin, sending chills rocketing up his spine. A talented tongue worked over the bites, wetting the skin before nibbling again, causing Ville to relax and tense, his toes curling whenever Bam bit down. His hands slinked up to fist in Bam’s soft brown curls as the man moved down lower, to his sharp collarbone. He let out a low growl and forcefully brought Bam’s lips back to his own, regaining his previously lost dominance. His tongue warred quietly with the human’s, a sloppy battle he won in the end, setting a slow rhythm he had perfected over many a century. Ville pulled away to move across the room, toward his coffin. Bam stood back, at a loss for words. When Ville was nearly to the door he managed out a choked, “Where are you going?”
The vampire turned to him, looking at the glum man from underneath his dark lashes.
“I need to sleep, sweetheart.” His deep voice intoned. Bam gave a despondent whimper and slunk over to him, slipping his hand into Ville’s free one. The vampire looked down in surprise, his emerald eyes going wide at the sight before him. Bam himself couldn’t explain what was happening, just why he needed so desperately to be near this creature, this threat to his life. But he clutched the cool hand tighter, defiance in his eyes when Ville parted his lips to object. The protest died on his lips the moment he spied the intense fight lighting Bam’s blue eyes and he tugged lightly, leading the man who was so much like a child out into the cool night. He was comfortable, but beside him Bam shivered, goose bumps rising up and down his exposed flesh. A long dead instinct reared its head and unconsciously he dropped Bam’s hand to slip an arm around his slender shoulders. They walked along the road, an incredibly odd pair, before Ville turned sharply to the left, headed for the dark of the thick forest. He could feel Bam’s shoulders tense in fear as the moon light fled in the cover of the trees. Ville’s eyes hadn’t seen daylight in innumerable years but they dilated almost cat like to adjust to the loss of the tiny sliver of light. Every couple of seconds Bam would trip over a branch or root under foot.
“Fuck!” he cried as he went down on one knee, thorns in the undergrowth snagging the cloth and raking finely over the skin. Ville sighed and carefully set the coffin in the ferns. He hooked his arms under Bam’s underarms and hefted him up with ease. Then he leaned forward, beckoning for Bam to get on his back.
“I’m not five.” Bam hissed angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. Having no vision whatsoever, Bam fixed the tree next to Ville with a steely glare. The vampire chuckled a bit before stalking over to Bam. He grabbed him by the waist and heaved him over his shoulder, bending down to pick up his coffin. The scent of the blood from Bam’s knee was driving him insane as he picked up the pace, nearing the clearing just behind the looming mansion. He broke through the line of trees and made his way over to the back door which he pushed open with his shoulder. Inside, like the woods, it was pitch black. It smelled musty and Bam pictured antique furniture covered in dusty, cream colored sheets. Ville followed the well trodden path into the parlor, where a dying fire glowed invitingly in the hearth. Ville stopped and let Linde take in the situation before him. His eyes darted from Ville and the coffin to the man slung over his shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, casting long blonde hair out of his face.
“Have you brought us something to eat, Ville?” he asked sardonically, eyes crinkling in glee at the dirty look he got.
“Not quite, Lily.” Ville snapped back, crossing the room. Bam lifted his head and glanced at Linde who was smirking at him from his place on the couch. He let his head drop back, a little dizzy from the blood that had rushed to his head.
“Ville?” he asked, lightheaded. Ville turned his head, glancing at Bam before giving a comprehending, “Oh,” and setting him on his feet. Bam swayed unsteadily and Ville grabbed his arm. He led them into a room lit dimly by guttering candles and settled the coffin down on the floor. The two large windows were covered with heavy, dark drapes and Ville turned to Bam, the hunger in his eyes apparent as he stalked over to the boy.
“Sit down.” He whispered, motioning to the bed. Bam flopped down, his eyes trained on the vampire as he sat down next to him and grabbed his leg. Rolling the pant leg up ever so slowly, Ville leaned his head down to lick at the blood dried on the skin. A moan escaped his lips as he sucked lightly at the scratches, hoping to draw out some lingering blood. Finding none, he sat back, his eyes tired.
“What’s wrong?” Bam asked worriedly, placing a hand on Ville’s shoulder.
“I need to feed.” He groaned, clutching his stomach and laying back on the bed.
“Well, then go.” Bam said, as if this had been the most obvious thing in the world.
“Are you kidding?” Ville snorted. “Linde would have you the moment I was out the damn door.”
He groaned in what Bam suspected was frustration and dropped his head in his hands. Bam frowned sadly, his mind racing, a decision being made. He held out his arm, pulling back the thin sleeve to reveal a perfectly unmarred wrist.
“Ville.” He said, causing the man to glance up. His eyes darted suspiciously from Bam’s offered wrist to his eyes, which were glowing a sincere sapphire color. Insistently, Bam pushed his wrist to Ville’s firmly closed lips. The scent wafted into Ville’s nostrils and he could hear the blood thrumming through the tiny hollow veins encompassed just under the enticing pale flesh. His eyes fluttered shut as he got another hint of the intoxicating fluid running just under the skin, so close. He nuzzled Bam’s wrist, fighting the demon on his shoulder who was telling him to feed.
“Let go, Ville. Eat.” He persuaded gently, still holding out his wrist.
“You don’t understand, Bammie.” Ville whispered. “Even when I feed I have to keep control, or I’ll drain you dry.” Bam nodded and Ville gave him a pained look, taking his arm gently. He brought the wrist slowly to his lips, his razorblade canines easily breaking the skin. Bam winced at the sharp pain as Ville bit down. But when he started to suck, Bam let out a pleasurable gasp. The vampire grasped his thin wrist with both hands and began to draw blood out of the tiny holes, and Bam began to writhe, moaning and gasping as his cock began to grow hard. Ville let go with one hand and sought the button of Bam’s pants. Finding it, he unzipped them and yanked them down, his hand seeking Bam’s already leaking cock. Releasing his arm, Ville slid down his body and engulfed the man’s dick in his mouth, letting his teeth lightly graze the shaft. Bam panted, watching Ville through heavy lidded eyes clouded with yearning. Ville sucked Bam’s cock like he was sucking his blood, letting the taste of it and his pre-cum mingle in his mouth. He groaned as he took Bam in further, his skilled mouth working Bam into a frenzied hysteria. With a loud yell he released himself down the vampire’s throat, slumping back on the bed and breathing hard. Revitalized, Ville crawled over him, placing a cool hand against Bam’s forehead.
“Sweetheart, it’s almost day time. I need to go.” He gestured to the coffin on the floor next to the large bed. Bam sat up, glancing at the box.
“Do I get in there with you?” he asked uncertainly, looking at the box and deciding it was a little small for both of them. Ville chuckled for the hundredth time that night.
“No, darling, you sleep on the bed. And I’ll see you in the mo-,” he caught himself and grinned. “In the evening.”
He crouched down and, almost lovingly, unlatched the lid to the coffin before opening it and sliding in. His green eyes caught Bam’s contrasting blue ones and he smiled before shutting the lid. Bam curled up on the huge bed and tried to fall asleep, to no avail. Finally, he slipped off the bed and down onto the floor. Kneeling beside Ville’s coffin, he curled up next to the unyielding wood and fell asleep.