there’s chaos in the air tonight [vk; kaname/zero, nc-17]

written for the prompt:

“After drinking Kaname’s blood, Zero feels an obsessive attraction to him. He goes to Kaname’s room only to find the other vamp feels the same. I’d like it to be Top!Kaname Bottom!Zero and very sexually explicit. Would be nice if their is biting and blood drinking as well with Kaname being very dominant and rough with Zero. Zero should be turned on by the rough treatment so it’ll only be Dub Con.”

Perhaps it should bother him, disgust him even, this feeling of utter emptiness coiling with anger, the burning desire in his body to carve and conquer; to mark what he thinks is his even in the presence of others.

And it does, eventually.

The shame of having these sorts of feelings toward an entity one hates most is frighteningly unbearable. It claws at his skin from the inside, turns his body into a heated churning mess of long limbs tangled between layers of worn-out sheets, hypersensitive to the slightest of touch or the barest whisper of someone’s voice.

Zero recalls another night that never exists, swallows hard as the sweet intoxicating taste of blood is suddenly fresh on the tip of his tongue, overwhelming his senses in a way that should be impossible, and he muffles his cry of shame (pleasure) into the pillow. His body is weak, pliant and exposed save for the thin blankets around his hips. Beads of sweat dripping down the side of his head, silver hair clings to his skin like damp cloth.

He expects his fangs to retreat back in the safety of his gums, for his blood-shot lust-filled eyes to fade into the normal piercing shades of silver, for his half-erect cock to cease messing with his head like it does at the moment.

Unbidden, Zero lets his hand trail down the smooth planes of his stomach to rest between his legs. Cold fingers grasp his hot slick-wet cock roughly, almost painfully, and once again Zero pictures red eyes and black hair, the sweet, sweet scent of the vampire’s blood on the corner of his lips as he moans and writhes against the sheet.

It is (another) night that never ends.

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you shall scream my name (into oblivion) [asoiaf; gerris/quentyn, nc-17]

^{Vampire AU: One night, one day, he tells Quentyn of the lovers’ blood exchange. “It is the most intimate, mind-blowing activity than what we can ever hope for in this afterlife of ours, my love,” says Reaper as he runs a thumb down Quentyn’s inner thigh. “Far better than the best sex you have ever engaged in, I will wager.”}