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Till was lost in the middle of nowhere; all he could see were trees. In his hand was a poorly drawn map that his mother had made for him. He's tripped like 4 times already, and was sure he was going around in circles for a time now. "Damn it, there's no end to this!" He ranted loudly. He kicked a branch out of his way, and as if kicked back, he was the one who fell over. "Shit!"
However, when he fell over, he was finally able to spot the huge mansion between the bushes. Till's eyes widened in joy, and he stood up immediately. Dusting himself up, he continued his journey.
When he reached the front of the palace-like house, he gasped in awe. Everything was just aesthetically pleasing, and this old geezer definitely knew what he was doing. He looks at the drawing his mother provided, and then back at the mansion. It was identical, so it was simply maintained throughout these long years.
Walking to the door, he took a deep breath and knocked on it. "Excuse me? Mr. Vampire? Hello, is anybody home?" Till knocked nonstop. It was a few minutes before the door finally opened.
"Who dares disturb my eternal slumber? Speak, mortal—what foolish desire compels you to rouse me?" The voice said groggily.
"So, I'm here to negotiate about my family's long-term debt." The boy, who was in his mid-twenties, said with nonchalance.
The vampire sighed, but opened the door gently. "Come in."
The man who looked no older than him smiled. "Where was the young woman who used to visit me?"
Till looked around the huge mansion. "That would be my mother, and she's not a young lady anymore." He continues ogling around the mansion as if he's touring a museum. "So the payment… we had a huge loan, right? The thing is… I.. mhnm. I still don't have the money to pay you at the moment."
The strange man just smiled, and it was eerie. "Unable to pay, are you? Have you forgotten the price that comes with breaking the agreement?" Two of his sharp fangs stood out when he smiled a little.
Till gulped this huge lump of air before shaking his head. "My mother lost the official documents, and she never mentioned to me what would happen if we weren't able to pay what we owe you."
The vampire shook his head gently in disbelief, then went somewhere to get a glass of wine. He poured that bloody red liquid into his tall glass, then downed it all while staring at Till's soul. It was as if he were drinking Till's blood.
Till swallowed his saliva before speaking once again. "That's not human blood, is it? Hahaha…"
The vampire wiped the corner of his lips with a cloth and placed them all on the table. He stood up and went to Till. "You are correct. This is no mortal’s blood, but that of a beast. I swore long ago never again to taste the veins of man, lest the wretched masses dare to disturb my solitude."
"I see. What's your name again, mister?" The mortal asked, shameless as he studied the piano.
The old fellow looked a little puzzled before answering. "Ivan."
Till’s lips curled into a grin. A light giggle followed, bouncing softly against the walls of the quiet mansion. "Quite a modern name, isn't it?" He dusted the keys off a little.
"My mother, she was ever enamored with the future, as though eternity itself could be charted and claimed," Ivan answered.
Till nodded in understanding. "Mr. Ivan. You surely miss the taste of human blood, don't you?" He inched away, fingertips brushing along the dust-coated furniture, eyes tracing the shadows of the mansion’s tall windows.
When he asked that, Ivan reflected on himself. Well, he already knew the answer to that. Yes, he missed the taste of human blood more than anything else. It was exquisite like no other, and it could fulfill his bloodlust easily. "Indeed, the memory of human blood still lingers upon my tongue," he admitted, savoring the words as though they were the taste itself.
When he said that, Till suddenly had an amazing, yet idiotic, idea. "Would your fangs hurt too much?"
Ivan raised an eyebrow at him, smirking a little. "It shall sting, but only a little." He studied the man's body, as though weighing his worth, silently deeming him healthy enough to be his donor. "On the contrary, it may even delight you. When a vampire drinks from mortal veins, the victim is often overcome with rapture—pleasure so sharp it blurs into desire."
Till blushed from that, looking away to dismiss that idea. He gave a weak laugh, the sound more nervous than amused. "Uhh, that's nice. I guess."
But after that, he finally sat down on the old couch. "Would you accept my blood as payment for the debt my family owes you?"
Ivan stared at him in half confusion, half-excitement. His lips curved slowly, almost predatorily, as he murmured, "I wouldn't object to that. Your blood is already lacing my senses right now."
The boy’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his pulse betraying him with its frantic rhythm. He shifted on the couch, fingers gripping at the fabric as if to steady himself. He was afraid that the vampire's heightened sense of hearing would hear the chaos of his heartbeat. "Then… then how should I repay you?"
Ivan smiled. "Grant me two nights to feast upon you."
Till didn’t quite know how it happened. One moment, he sat frozen on the couch, and the next, Ivan was before him. The vampire’s movements were unhurried. Cold fingers brushed against Till’s skin, tilting his chin gently, which contrasted with the predator’s hunger burning in those eyes. Till’s breath caught, his body tense yet unable to pull away.
"Be gentle… please." He pleaded softly.
Ivan reached for the scarf covering his neck, letting it fall tenderly. He was feeling the trembling man's pulse as it thundered against his touch. "I will be gentle for your first time."
Eh? First time only? Till protested loudly in his mind.
Ivan leaned down gently, breathing heavily against Till's neck. He inhales the scent of this young man, his eyes becoming a little tranced from the scent of fresh blood. "You smell so good. Your scent tempts me beyond fucking reason."
Till gasped sharply at that. Somehow, through the fear curling in his stomach, he still dared to scold the vampire. "Language."
The old vampire laughed and suddenly attached his soft lips to the other's soft neck. Till wasn't feeling his fangs yet, but he was already out of breath. He shuddered, gripping the couch cushion beneath him, his body stiff with anticipation.
“You flinch so easily,” Ivan murmured against his throat. His fangs grazed lightly, merely hinting at what could come.
"F-fuck." Till cursed under his breath.
"Language," Ivan said while chuckling. His tongue brushed briefly against Till’s neck. "Here, this is where I shall drink. Tell me, mortal—are you truly ready?" He asked as he offered more kisses on the other's sensitive neck.
Till gasped but stilled himself. After a short moment, he nodded in agreement.
The human didn't know why he was so embarrassed by this. Well, was it because he never really felt the touch of any man before? Well, let's rephrase that. He's definitely straight. He was. He had a girlfriend years before this… incident? That makes him feel so secure about his sexuality.
Until today, apparently.
Now he sat on the old sofa, breath uneven, while an ancient vampire held his chin with unnerving gentleness. Ivan’s eyes never left him, like he was the most exquisite delicacy in existence. Everything about this vampire made Till question himself.
The mortal's face flushed easily with every contact, and it amused Ivan like hell. Ivan tilted his head, thumb grazing the sharp line of Till’s jaw. Till tried so hard to appear unaffected, but his pulse betrayed him with how fast it was.
And then, after a long time of teasing, Ivan finally sank his fangs. Till immediately lets out a wanton moan, his body jolting at the sudden sharpness. His breath hitched, his lips parting without his permission. "Aah—ah." Oh god, he was hard. He is harder now than he ever was before.
The feeling was beating everything that he anticipated would happen. It startled him, never knowing his voice could sound like that. With his past girlfriend, he would groan, but never this loud. The sound that slipped out was shamefully raw, and he knew it wouldn't be the last time.
His fangs felt too good, as if they were thrusting into him so melodically. His tongue and saliva were working against the wound, soothing and burning all at once, as if his saliva was an aphrodisiac.
Ivan moaned loudly against the other's neck; his decade-long cravings were finally satiated. He was losing it as well. His fingers dug slightly into Till’s shoulder as he drank, his composure slipping with every pull. For all his vows of restraint, for all his teasing patience, he was struck by intense bloodlust.
Till’s eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as his head tilted helplessly, baring his throat further. "Hng—I can't…" He moaned helplessly. Ivan couldn't stop sucking the blood out of him hungrily. Both of their moans were broken.
Suddenly, Ivan stopped sucking. He pulled his fangs out and let Till rest a bit. He licked the leaking blood on his neck and kissed it feverishly. Till, on the other hand, was still high and dizzy. Looking down at his obvious bulge, he tried to hide it away.
The vampire sat on the couch beside Till, and the mortal watched his every move. Till was dazed, not knowing what would happen next, but he's still horny as fuck.
With a soft but firm tone, Ivan spoke. "Come sit on my lap. Let me hold you close while I savor you."
As if possessed, Till scooted over and sat on his lap without objections. He was already high on lust and pleasure, and he was getting too excited.
Ivan wanted to return to their activities, holding the other's chin and leaning down to what looked like another round of blood sucking. Till inched away and shook his head gently. He then wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck and leaned down for a fervent kiss.
What was happening? Why was he making out with a vampire he had just met?
However, the said vampire returned the kiss gladly.
It turned into a full makeout session, and it wasn't helping Till's dick to calm down. So in his confused state, he asked a question. "I heard blood sucking while the subject is aroused tastes the best." His voice cracked slightly, betraying both nerves and need. His arousal also pressed insistently, no matter how much he tried to will it away.
Ivan's eyes got redder if that was possible, his hands finding their way to the other's waist and pulling him closer. "It does." He allows Till to rut against his own hard bulge.
The man immediately appreciates the offer, rubbing himself against the stone-hard vampire. Gasping like he was a dog in heat, and if it wasn't too much, Ivan decided to pull him again and bite him a second time.
It was for the second time already, but it wasn't any different. It felt like it was the first time as well, except it even felt better. Till was blabbering words and moans, his sentences no longer coherent.
Ivan smiled fondly at this, sucking more harshly for more reaction.
At this, Till was losing his mind. He was muttering something like "I can't take any more of this, please," and "I think I'm close." He was throwing his head back, relying on the vampire's strong hold on his waist.
Ivan groaned more. The height of Till's arousal was making his blood sweeter than ever. It was intoxicating. It was maddening.
Just a few minutes later, Till was shaking so badly, begging for release. "Mr. Ivan… ah—I think I'll..!" His moans crescendo higher. "I'm gonna–fuck. Aah—Ivan. I'm gonna come."
Ivan’s feeding deepened, looking up at him with fascination, letting him do whatever he wanted.
And that he did. Till came hard on his pants, broken moans escaping him despite his desperate attempt to hold it back.
Till’s breath came in shallow gasps, dazed. After riding his high, his head lolled, and his eyelids were heavy. He was limp and fell onto Ivan, who quickly held him closer. "Too much?" The vampire asked with a concerned tone.
Till nodded weakly, offering a silent, "Hmn.."
He couldn't see what was happening exactly, but he felt a warm cloth on his neck. He was slipping away from consciousness, but he was sane enough to witness the care of this gentleman.
Ivan smiled softly at this amusing sight. The mortal clung to him as if he were his lifeline. After cleaning Till off, he brought the human to his bedroom. There were other bedrooms in this huge, lonely place, but some part of him longed to have someone near during the night.
The vampire then started watching the other sleep. He looks like he's feeling so good, like his sleep felt amazing. For centuries, Ivan had only known nights of hunger, loneliness, and restless wandering.
Well, this man ruined his sleeping schedule, so he was feeling sleepy as well. Vampires slept during the day, but unfortunately, he had been woken up by a delicious treat. His fangs tinged faintly still, a reminder of indulgence, and his body hummed with satiation. So after cleaning himself, he joined Till in bed.
Till woke up early in the morning and was still confused about his whereabouts before seeing who was beside him. When he saw Ivan sleeping peacefully, he mentally slapped himself. "So that wasn't a wet dream, huh?" He said and watched the sleeping beauty. Till didn't want to disturb Ivan, but his stomach started to growl. After their little blood-letting yesterday, he didn't have enough time to eat dinner. He held his stomach in discomfort.
"Seriously, dude…" Till muttered softly, glancing at Ivan’s unmoving form, praying that the vampire would wake up anytime soon.
He fell asleep again.
The second time he roused from sleep, his head felt heavy. This was definitely from hunger, he thought. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, then hesitated before hovering a hand above the vampire’s chest. "Ivan… wake up… I'm starving." Till said weakly.
Ivan opened his eyes and looked at Till with disdain. "You dare wake me up this early again?" Which Till rolled his eyes at. "You nourished yourself with my blood, but didn't feed me anything. What should I do, starve to death?" He asked in annoyance.
“My apologies,” he murmured, finally sitting down. “I wanted to get you something last night, but your slumber looked so peaceful I daren’t disturb you. Mortals are so fragile after the first offering, I thought it best to let you rest.” Ivan said carefully, standing up. "I'll get you something from the town nearby."
The human looked at him with concern. "Can you really be outside at a time like this? Won't you sizzle to death?"
Ivan lets out a laugh, rich and amused. "You mortals cling to such myths," he said, shaking his head with a fond smirk. That only happens in children's books." He said, opening the curtains gently and letting the sunlight hit his skin. "See?"
Till nodded. "Bacon and eggs, please. Stay safe out there."
Ivan smiled again. "Shouldn't it be the other way around? You people should be careful around me." His voice was velvet with mischief, but there was an undercurrent of truth that made the statement feel heavier than a simple tease. Till just rolls his eyes again before turning his back on the smug vampire, wrapping himself in a blanket.
The third time Till woke up this day, he could already smell the faint smell of bacon. His stomach grumbled in delight, pulling him out of bed faster than any alarm clock could. "Finally, some real food."
Ivan looked back from the stove, his movements graceful. The corners of the room were dressed in silvery webs.
"You need to hire a cleaning lady," Till said as he looked up at the webs.
Ivan raised a brow, lips curving, before returning his attention to the sizzling pan. "Are you available?" He returned the question playfully.
Till just scoffs at this.
After eating brunch prepared by the good vampire, Till was studying Ivan. He seems to be thinking something, or confirming something. "Are the stories true?" He tapped the rim of his glass, hesitating.
Ivan looked at him and tilted his head gently. "Which rumor?" His usual smug glint softened by mild curiosity.
The human sets the glass down and looks back at him. "The one where you saved the people of this town from your own species." The weight of his own words hit him the moment they left his mouth. He winced and immediately waved a hand dismissively. "You know what, I'm sorry. That must've been an unpleasant memory. I shouldn't have asked."
Ivan didn’t scowl or lash out. Instead, his expression became unreadable. "No, no," Ivan says while spacing out, remembering what really happened. "It was nothing too traumatizing for me, but it was a tough era for your people."
Till smiled sweetly. "So you're really a good guy, huh?"
Till remembered the details in their family history book vividly. The debt started when there was a war between the humans and the vampires. Ivan was young back then, just 20s. Now, there must be more zeroes added to that.
Ivan was a wandering vampire who was friendly and known in the town as the boy who did all kinds of errands for them during his free time. Unlike others of his kind, he never lurked in shadows or preyed on the weak. Instead, he was the odd vampire who ran errands for the baker, carried sacks of grain for the farmer, and even played with children in the village square. He was a carefree and kind soul, and the people loved him. That was until the people realized that he wasn't aging. People thought it was strange that he just had a baby face, but they soon realized the truth was that he was a vampire.
Fear is quick to twist affection into something uglier. People started to distance themselves from him, scared that he might come for their blood.
What started as love for him ended up in hate when the war started. Vampires went out for blood every night. This worsened when they learned that Ivan's father was the royalty of vampires. Almost all of them loathed him for it.
Except Till's ancestors.
A woman from his lineage sought help from Ivan, begging the young man for some food. The vampire immediately helped them, even hunting outside the city to feed them.
One night, the people of that town decided to execute Ivan for his relation to the vampires.
Ivan was devastated, not for his fear of disappearance, but because he genuinely loves these people and wanted to spend more time with them. His heart ached with sorrow.
When he was brought to the church, chaos broke loose. The vampires suddenly attacked, tearing into the church in a storm of screams. He shielded the humans with all his might, those who spat his name now hiding behind him. He was limping as he crawled to his father.
“Father,” he cried, collapsing to his knees. His hands trembled as he pushed himself upright, crawling closer. “Stop this, please. Humans… they are fragile, innocent beings. They have hopes and dreams. They laugh, they dance, they sing—oh, Father, it’s so beautiful. Please, don’t feast on them anymore.” He prayed and wept, begging for his father to truly hear him.
His father looked down at him. "Is this truly your wish, my child?"
Ivan looked up at him and nodded; every ounce of his breaking soul poured into that nod.
And that is the story of how the war between humans and vampires ended.
Ivan watched Till space out for a few moments before talking again. "What do you want to ask?" He took a sip from his wine glass.
Till met his eyes again. "Why are you not like the other vampires?" He mentally facepalmed again, embarrassed by his own question.
Ivan seems to entertain the question, though, thinking about what he should answer. "I spent more time with humans than vampires. Those around my age were mean for no reason, and wouldn't play with me. As a naughty child, I'd sneak out to play with mortal kids." He smiles faintly at the memory. "Although they're all gone now."
He looks at Till with longing in his eyes. “Do you know,” he began slowly, “that even if I know humans are like butterflies, fleeting by nature… I still get devastated when you people die?" He then realized that he revealed more than he should, so he fell back into silence. He exhaled, a sound that was half a sigh, half a laugh, though there was no humor in it. “It should be easy, shouldn’t it? To accept your kind as brief flames that burn bright and vanish."
Till shook his head. "You must've felt alone."
Ivan faced his back to Till and sighed. "Follow me."
The man followed him without hesitation, not knowing where they would go. They went to a room underground, and it was full of portraits and pictures.
Ivan scanned the room carefully. "All your ancestors."
The mortal gasped and went closer. It was true enough; he saw pictures of his mother, grandfather, and so many more. "This—they all loved you dearly." Paintings varied from old age to informal snaps on this day. He saw photos of his mother with Ivan, where she was planting plants and tending his garden for him.
"Your mother was an unstoppable woman. I'd tell her that she doesn't have to do this, and she'd still do it." He laughed warmly. "She stopped visiting me when she got weak, and only sent letters about you."
Till, who was still sightseeing, smiled. "Is there a wife amongst these portraits?"
"A husband, but he doesn't have a portrait here anymore." He said a little bitterly.
Till gasped silently at this. So this vampire had a husband? That's kind of a shocker. "Why doesn't he have a portrait in here? Did it end on a sour note?" he asked curiously.
"He was murdered by humans." He was usually unreadable, but Till could sense his despair. He fell quiet and didn't want to ask any more questions. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Ivan lets out an amused laugh. "Worry not, it was a long time ago." He said and turned his back to leave the room.
"Do you miss him?" Asked Till without thinking.
Ivan looked back at him, his face showing an intense expression of yearning. "I never stopped missing him."
Ivan is a dead man, a vampire. He's been alive for centuries—maybe even millennia. Till was astonished at the sight of such a vampire who could be so human. That lover of his must've been lucky; his husband loves him dearly.
After leaving the room, Ivan went straight to his study room. Till took this time to clean the mansion a bit. He was itching to clean the kitchen since he woke up, and now he finally had the time to do so. While he did that, he saw a cute flyer on the table. Hmm, a festival was happening in the nearest town. They should definitely go!
He took the flyer and went to Ivan's room. He then knocked gently. "Ivan? Are you there?"
"Come in." The voice on the other side of the door answered.
That's how they ended up at the festival nearby.
"Look, whoa.. They have these here? I love this stuff." Till said excitedly, buying snacks here and there. While he did that, Ivan was watching the kids playing around with a fond smile. Till found himself smiling at the scene. "You seem to be having fun as well."
Ivan nodded gently in acknowledgement. "Kids are such adorable creatures if raised well." He then waved gently at the kid who was waving goodbye to him.
Till couldn't help but remember what had happened between Ivan and his husband. "Is your husband a sensitive topic for you?" He asked carefully, treading on thin ice.
The vampire shook his head. "If anything, I love remembering him. Hoping I'd see him again soon." He said with this strange look in his eye.
A wish, huh? Till then looked at the lantern stall. He bought a lantern to share with Ivan. "Let's write it down here. They said prayers come true when you write them on a lantern." He writes something on the lantern and lights the candle.
Ivan watched the lantern flow. "Till." He called him. "Don't you have wishes of your own?"
Till smiled proudly. "Eh, those are not important. Have you read what I wrote?" Asked Till as he let the lantern float gracefully.
At the mention of the prayer, Ivan’s brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. He leaned forward, eyes following the lantern before reading the note tied to it. Without knowing it, he started tearing up.
I pray that Ivan finds the man that he loves, and that his love for that man never fades. The writing in cursive says.
Without thinking much about it, Till was quick to wipe Ivan's tears away. Poor guy misses his husband so bad he can't even hide his depression anymore. However, after he wiped them all away, the vampire caught his hand.
"Is it feeding time?" Ivan asked discreetly.
Till gulped. "H-hey, we're in public. We'll have to find a place with fewer people, possibly." He blushed hard at the thought of his blood being sucked again.
Surprisingly, Till found a restaurant that had special, closed rooms. He dragged Ivan there, ordered a few dishes for himself, and readied himself for the upcoming blood-drinking. When the food came, he thanked the staff and closed the door, locking the room.
Ivan immediately pounced on him, pressing him against the door and nuzzling his head on Till's neck. "Is kissing okay?" He asked in a velvety but careful tone.
Till nodded, knowing he enjoyed it too well when they made out last time. What he didn't expect was that the moment he nodded, Ivan would start holding his chin and kissing his lips hungrily. He kissed back, of course. He even wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck.
Was he so hungry because we were surrounded by countless humans earlier?
After making out for a few minutes, Ivan kissed down his jaw, then his neck, kissing his mark from yesterday. He then reached another spot in the neck and deliberately sank his fangs into it.
Till almost alerted the whole restaurant to their tryst with how he almost moaned. The vampire anticipated this, holding his mouth shut while sucking him relentlessly. It was even harder now to keep quiet when Ivan was hungrily sucking the soul at the moment. "Hngh. I…Ivan. Fuck."
The vampire looked up at him with pure bloodlust, holding Till's mouth shut and sucking even harder. "Silence, mortal. Do you want everyone to know I'm feasting upon you?" He said against his neck before diving back in.
He was having so much trouble keeping his moans down. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head, dazed and pretty much fucked out.
After having his fill, Ivan finally lets up and kisses Till's neck gently. "Sorry, was I too rough?" Ivan asked, soothing the wound with gentle kisses.
Till shook his head, clinging to the vampire. "Not really… I'm just a little tired and hungry…"
Ivan chuckled and carried him to the chair. "I apologize for my rough behavior." He orders a few more food. "Tomorrow is the day you return to your home. I must thank you by celebrating tonight."
So the two of them talked and talked through the night, with Till drinking to his heart's content. Soon enough, he was drunk like crazy. "Ivan, it must've been so hard to live for so long." He said with compassion, holding the man's face.
Ivan just watched him with a smile, letting the man say and do anything to him.
They then went back home with Till still blabbering like an idiot. The vampire helped him by not letting him fall and carrying him once he did.
When they got on the bed, Till wrapped his arms around Ivan. "Mhm.. I'll go home tomorrow… I'll surely miss you." He drunkenly slurred. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he could remember pulling the vampire in for a makeout session before fainting to sleep.
The next day, Till woke up groggily. He opened his eyes before the vampire and held his head in pain. After a few swear words that he won't drink sake ever again, he stood up and sluggishly went to his bag to fix his things. Today was the day he'll go home.
He checks his stuff to make sure he won't leave anything. Clothes, wallet, souvenirs from yesterday's festival, all here. Hmn, oh right! He left his mom's journal in the garden. It contained the map of this place, which is why it's important.
He went outside to browse the garden, forgetting where he could've placed it. This place was beautiful and well taken care of. This strange vampire is into gardening, and it is quite adorable.
Till continued to explore the garden before he went across a huge, beautiful, dark rose. It was not like the normal one; it was terrifyingly huge! The flower was as big as his head, and it was almost taller than him.
His hand hovered before its petals, wanting to touch this strange, glowing flower. What a magical thing. He thought.
What he wasn't prepared for was the consequences.
"Are you awake?" He was hearing that familiar voice somewhere around his head.
Till opened his eyes and hugged the man closer, nuzzling his head on his neck. "A few more minutes, please…" He pleaded.
The man seemed to pull him in closer, offering a soft "Hmn." He was also playing with Till's hair softly. "You mortals and your drowsiness." The loving voice of this man said, offering a sweet peck to Till's forehead.
The scenario changed immediately to something else. He was standing, holding hands with this man who didn't have a face. The strange man kissed his lips tenderly, and Till never felt loved like this before. Even his heart felt something around this guy, and it wasn't fear of the strange occurrences.
The third scene was a little sudden, and Till suddenly felt this immense pain in his stomach. He was crying, telling them to stop, holding his stomach in pain. The noise only stopped a few moments later, and he felt someone kneeling beside him and holding him.
Yes, it was the strange man from the earlier scenes. Except this time, he finally had a face.
"Ivan?" Till said and reached out weakly to hold his face.
Ivan looked at him like his world was breaking, and probably because it was. "My darling, my heart. Forgive me for being late." He cried, his expression filled with despair.
Till's own heart ached at the sight of this, but he wasn't in control of anything in this scene, and he was just forced to watch everything fall apart. He tried his best to reach Ivan's face, to wipe his tears away, but he couldn't, no matter what.
"Don't take it out on them." Till heard himself say. "I love you dearly, Ivan."
Ivan wept at this, holding him tighter and kissing his face. "Don't go, please. I can still make you a vampire so that you can overcome this." Cried Ivan.
Till shook his head gently. "We both know that won't work in my current state." He reached out and kissed the vampire one last time. "Will you wait for me, Ivan? Will you love me again if I come back?" He laughed weakly while crying.
"Even should the centuries turn to dust, eternity shall be my prison—so long as it leads me back to you."
And Till was suddenly woken up from that dream.
The first thing he saw was the face of the man he had also last seen in his dreams. "Your… your husband was me," Till said in utter shock.
Ivan sighed but didn't deny it. "It was your soul, yes. But this was from your past life; you don't need to feel related to it."
"No, no. I remember it all." Till says gently. "This flower contained all my memories?" He asked, pointing at the flower that laced him.
The vampire nodded. "It was my only way to commemorate you."
Everything rushed in. Till's memories and feelings. He sobbed and went up to hug Ivan tightly. "Why didn't you seek me sooner? Is there someone else?" He said, still overwhelmed by emotions.
The old man laughed and wiped his tears away. "I thought it would be unfair to chase after you when you don't remember anything from that life. I gave you a chance to… pick someone else in this lifetime." He explained properly.
Till nuzzled his head on Ivan. "All of the memories that came back to me… Never once did I feel alone, unloved, and hated." He slowly looks up at Ivan's face. "You're everything that I've ever longed for."
Ivan smiled down at him and hugged him tight. "Do you know how bad I missed you?"
That's how they ended up in the study room, making out greedily.
It started with Till wanting to see his past portraits, to seeing their wedding paintings. Now, they were on the desk, kissing like there's no tomorrow.
Ivan was kissing him more passionately. "Your lantern wish has come true." He said before diving back in.
The human panted, pulling away to breathe. "I remember it all, Ivan. I remember how good you were in bed." He said and pulled him closer.
The vampire was caught off guard and laughed, holding his face. "So you really saw it all, huh? Then you must've also seen how you used to moan? Telling me to calm down, that it already hits your sweet spot whenever I slide it in?" He smirks.
Till wanted to tease him back. "Poor, poor vampire. You mustn't have had any for so long." He says while unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him again.
"Then you must suffer the consequences of being away for too long," Ivan whispered while kissing Till's bare shoulders.
The two just couldn't stop kissing and putting their hands everywhere.
"Hmn, no wonder your kisses always made me feel something," Till said, already gasping for air.
The vampire couldn't help it anymore. He carried Till and went back to their bedroom. Placing him down gently before continuing their kissing business.
Till wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck. "Be gentle, please. You might be my husband, but this body is untouched. Don't break me."
Ivan laughed softly before nodding. "Make sure to cry that out later." He teased, removing his clothes completely.
Till couldn't help but stare at the proud member standing, as if it had waited centuries for this. He was nervous, yes. He never felt any touch from a man in this lifetime. However, he also got his memories back, so he could remember his husband's preferences.
He pushes Ivan gently and kneels before him. "You love it this way, don't you?" To which the vampire nodded. "Then… I shall do this for you." He suddenly wrapped his warm mouth around Ivan's hard cock.
The ever-so stoic vampire threw his head back in pleasure. "Love." He called him, and Till moaned against his cock.
It was even worse when Till started to bob his head up and down. Ivan was losing it, already at his limit. He wasn't even looking at Till, because he knew he'd come immediately. So touch-deprived.
Till was getting hot at the sight as well, seeing a vampire be so bothered by his touch. His cock stirred to life, begging for attention.
"Where do you want it?" The vampire's voice turned husky, his tone desperate. "Let go if you don't want it in your mouth. I can't hold it in any longer." He pants, his body shaking from pleasure. When he realized that Till wasn't moving away, he took it as a sign to release.
Breathing heavily, he held his head firmly. "Take it all then." Ivan came hard, becoming worried that Till might choke on it.
However, when he looked down, he saw the human do his best not to let any drops spill out. Ivan almost got hard again from the sight.
Before Till could even calm down, Ivan pulled him up to kiss him. "I can't get enough of you." The vampire pressed him down and kissed his neck while removing the mortal's pants. "I shall return the favor."
Till gasped at this, pushing him gently. "Wait, wait. Didn't you just come? What happened? Are you not—" He was silenced when he made eye contact with Ivan's already-resurrected-from-the-dead cock. Unbelievable. This man is starving!
He didn't complain about it, though, because he wanted to see how good it really felt. He did see from his past life that it could make him scream and cry from pleasure, but is it really that good? Till thought that maybe his past self was just acting a bit too much.
He took those back when the vampire's slender fingers were inside him. With this weird, cold fluid, he was on cloud 9. Two fingers scissored him open, and he was already feeling full. He worries about how Ivan would fit when the vampire is amazingly huge. "That's… that feels kinda nice." He moaned out.
He heard this velvetly laugh again. "Imagine how full you would feel with my cock."
Till seems to have moved his hips upward when he heard that. If this vampire continues to be this sexy, he might just push him over and ride him to death. "When are you putting it in?" Asked Till, growing impatient.
Ivan smiled and kissed his inner thighs. "I'm finding the sweet spot of this vessel of yours."
Sweet spot, huh? Do men even have that sp— "Aah!" Till lets out loudly. "Mhnh… what is t-that?"
Ivan smiled and massaged it again for him. "This spot, love? Does it feel good?" He angles his fingers to hit correctly.
Till was already seeing stars, nodding dumbfoundedly. "Yeah, mngh. It's… It's different. When you hit that, it makes me feel g-good."
Ivan chuckled sweetly, kissing his inner thighs again. "This is your prostate." He then removes his fingers, receiving an annoyed grunt from the other. Till then resorted to swaying his hips around the vampire, praying he'd finally let him know what it's like.
Ivan kissed him one more time. "Let me know if it genuinely hurts, I'll stop." He said and lubed his own member. Giving it a few strokes before inserting the head into his tight, warm hole. When he did insert himself, it was heavenly. So much better than Till's mouth.
The vampire was groaning, and the mortal was moaning. He was already full, and Ivan wasn't even halfway in. Silencing his own moans, Till's back arched.
Still trying to keep calm, Ivan was taking deep breaths. He didn't need to breathe, yes, but somehow he did. Sliding it in a little more, until it finally sheathed inside. "Till—fuck!" Ivan gasped hard, spilling something hot inside him.
Till was losing his mind over this, wrapping his legs around Ivan. "You missed me way too much." He panted, feeling the liquid slip out of him when the vampire removed his cock.
What he thought was a break was only him gaining his momentum. He slammed back hard, and Till asked all the gods: How is this man bricked up again?!
He lets out broken moans from pleasure. This vampire wasn't messing around; he definitely hit his sweet spot easily. It was something he had always done. "Ivan, just like that, please—" he was met with a desperate kiss from the vampire.
When ground down over and over again, something is building up. Till gasped and let out stuttered moans, knowing he would come. He then calls Ivan out, "Something is happening to my stomach. Keep h-hitting that, please."
Ivan nodded. "I have a small request." He says gently, as if he wasn't nailing Till down the bed with his cock. "You see, it tastes the best at the ceiling of pleasure." He explains. "If you let me, may I—"
"Do it. Whatever it is, just do it, please. I don't care as long as it's you." Moaned Till.
The vampire smirked and raised his ankle to his face, then licked it. "Then hold your high for me," Ivan said and sank his fangs on Till's ankles.
"Fuck. Fuck!"
Till grasped the sheets tightly, his eyes reaching the back of his head. "How do you expect me not to come?" He almost cried.
Ivan smiled, licking the blood flowing down on Till's legs. "Let me drink you properly." Then went back to sucking his soul out.
Till didn't realize that he was tearing up from pleasure. He was a moaning mess, and drool was everywhere. He still hadn't come, wanting to be good for Ivan.
Ivan noticed this and smiled. "Just a few more, hm?"
Till nodded compliantly, still at the edge.
It continued like that for a few minutes. Ivan hits Till's prostate accurately while sucking blood from his ankles. "Ivan… can't… can't hold it in anymore… Please let me cum." He cried out, tears falling down his face.
The vampire nodded and kept his pace, letting the mortal come from his high. "Come for me, Till."
And that he did. Hard.
He spurted everywhere; his come was so much that it looked like a mini pool. Till was trembling so hard, shaking uncontrollably.
Nevertheless, Ivan didn't stop with his assault. Still fucking Till to chase his own release. Till moaned and shook harder, twitching so hard. "I've gotten so s-sensitive, Ivan. C-come please."
Ivan groaned and nodded, his cock still hitting Till firmly. "Just a f-few more." He then fastened the pace a little to chase his high.
At this, Till shook even harder. "Ivan..! If you do that… I'll come again!" He cried out.
"Then let's do it together." Ivan leaned down to meet Till's lips and finally came hard inside him.
Till became limp instantly after cumming for a second time. "T-that's amazing." He even felt more so when the vampire pulled his cock out, and some of his hot liquid trickled down his ass.
Ivan removes himself from Till before kissing him sloppily. The two embraced each other for a while before Till felt his eyes getting heavier by the second. Before he could close them completely, he heard Ivan say something.
"It was worth waiting millions of centuries for you."