Yaoi flick! This means guy-on-guy, you’ve been warned!!

Plot: Older male vampire has abducted a younger mortal male.

Setting: 1800s - America

Time: Late at night/Early in the morning

Main Character/POV: The older male vampire, he’s about 25. His victim is 18.

I walked into the room and saw that the boy had woken up, and he was whimpering to himself about the mess he was in and what was going on. I heard his little sobs of fear and decided it was time to get it over with.

“Stop your whining, it can’t possibly be that bad.” At the sound of my voice the boy grew silent and rigid, his heart beat and pulse quickening. His shirt hung open and I watched as his chest heaved with the adrenaline rush. When I looked up at his face I saw little glistening tears stream silently from under the blindfold. “Why are you crying?”

“Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?” I laughed when he spoke. His panic stricken words were completely innocent, even though he was far from the fact.

“Once you find out, I hardly think you’ll protest.” I reached up and stroked his chest, my fingertips lightly tracing his well-defined, muscled stomach. By reflexes he instantly recoiled at my touch and tried to back away, but his arm restraints kept him from going anywhere.

“What are you saying?” His tone had calmed but still held its anxiety.

“I can read your thoughts… That day you were at the open market I could hear you thinking as if you were yelling at me. And I know exactly what you wanted to do to the Mayor’s son. And I know your inner desire when your eyes landed on me.”

My left hand slipped into the waist band of his pants as I pulled him closer to me, his hips leaning into mine. I pushed his loosely hanging shirt out of the way and started to plant kisses in a trail all the way up his torso, starting at his stomach. His sharp intake of breath made me smile against his skin and I slowly continued my climb. From his abdominals to his pectorals, past his nipples and then I rested at his collar bone, anticipating biting into his neck and savoring his blood.

“S-stop I don’t w-w-want this,” he was panting and restraining his groans, but how long could he hold them back? His arousal pushed at me with greedy intent and his sobs ceased, only tiny whimpers, here and there accompanied by the occasional tear.

“Are you sure? Your body defies you then…” With a quick, lithe movement I tore off the remnants of his shirt and threw them to the ground, eyeing the bed with a devilish grin the entire time. “I’m going to take you out of the restraints. Promise not to run?”

“Y-yes.” He began panting again with excitement as I reached up and undid the lock in his shackles. They snapped open and he slumped into me, unable to stand on his weak legs. I picked him up and wrapped his legs around my waist and he held his arms around my neck, forcing his lips on mine greedily.

When my knees hit the edge of the bed, I threw him down on it and then straddled him, our lips still locked together. I licked his lips tauntingly until he finally gave in and opened his mouth, then I plunged my tongue into his mouth and proceeded to pillage every inch and depth of his warm, velvet tissue.

As I went to remove his blindfold, he bucked and attempted to throw me off of him. My hands flew to his wrists and I pinned them on either side of his head.

“None of that now, you agreed not to run.” Involuntarily, my fangs extended and I bit gently into his neck, drinking a little of his blood.

His tears fell rapidly now, the fear overwhelming his thoughts. “Don’t do this to me.. I don’t want to die. No.. I don’t. Please. Those thoughts were sinful. This is sinful. You-” I placed my hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Do try to keep from making that unnecessary raucous. I would prefer not to gag you. But if I need to, I will not hesitate to place you back in the restraints.” When I removed my hand, he was quick to match my words with a comeback reflecting his fear.

“Then you might as well! Because I won’t hesitate to run at any given chance!” Oh ho, he should not have opened his mouth. Surely, he knew my reaction. I read his thoughts and found that he spoke his mind - he was going to try until the end. But why tell me, because he had to know I would do it. I read his thoughts again, this time finding something interesting. So, he’s toying with me…

I got up from the bed, walked the distance to where his shackles hung from the hook in the ceiling and returned to the bed. I straddled him again and without a word, I forced him down, flipping him over roughly. He gasped in surprise as I placed my knee roughly into his back and brought his arms back, locking them into the shackles.

He gritted his teeth and his cheeks turn a little pink. “Oh, surely you didn’t think I was bluffing? Well… I wasn’t lying.” I eased up on the pressure from my knee.

“And neither was I.” He stated this flatly, hinting on some defeat but otherwise still quite scared.

I reached underneath of him and undid the fastener of his pants, sliding them and his boxers off completely. Removing myself from the bed, I tended to my own pants and discarded them on a chair that was situated at the bottom of the bed.

“You’re awfully quiet.” I mentioned this to remind him that I was still here and this was still happening. But as I mounted him, he still didn’t utter a peep. Hard and ready as I was, I halted when I saw the sparkling tears stream from his blindfold. I sighed.

“So this is it then.” His voice was shaking and he sounded deprived of all hope. Well, in a sense he was; wasn’t he?

“Yes. This it.” Firmly grasping his hips, I slid myself inside of him gently, trying not to hurt him right away. First times can be extremely painful. Over my own grunts I heard his cries and whimpers as he muffled them into the pillows beneath them. His breathing increased suddenly, from what I thought was the pain, and his back rose and fell with each breath. I watched his hands in the shackles, they clenched tightly each time I thrust into him. My fingers entwined themselves in his hair and his body started to shake as I neared my climax.

With a final thrust and grunt, I released inside of him, my breathing already evening itself out. His shaking body did not calm itself down and he continued to muffle his whimpers into the pillows. I sighed and removed myself from him, laying next to him on my back.

I waited patiently as his breathing calmed and he attempted to compose himself, then I flipped him over onto his back. Stopping my gaze from going further than his slightly heaving chest was impossible, I had to keep going. Oh, he was aroused all right, standing tall and proud.

I smirked, “If your body likes it so much, why does your mind oppose it?”

“Because you’re a vampire.” I scoffed at his reply as soon as it left his lips.

“That is not a good enough reason.”

“I know.”

“Then, do you have any others?”

“No.”

“Mmhmm.” It was quite the eccentric, defying the things his body wanted. “Would you oppose round two?” This response ought to be interesting…

“No.”

Thank you for reading guys.. and especially you Jacqueline :)

Love,
Shakkaku