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He's breathing hard. It isn't even because of any kind of physical exertion — his body's far beyond such a human response to a little bit of running — but rather because of the adrenaline that continues to race through his body, the monster inside clawing its way back to the surface now that the scent of blood is so clearly within reach. His head drops and he breathes all of the human in, nostrils flaring and golden eyes glowing in the darkness. He's much more beast than man at that point, and he allows his feral thoughts to take control of his body. Their eyes meet as the smaller man suddenly, coyly looks back at him, a taunt in his words that takes control of the Infected.
He merely snarls in response, a guttural sound that reverberates in his chest and could no doubt be felt by the human now pressing up against his body. He remembers the man's toy indeed, his hair mildly wet with whatever blood had spilled before his body closed the wound he had gained from the violent throw against the concrete wall.
Clearly the smaller man doesn't understand what kind of game he was playing — or did he? He suddenly spins around, small, fragile fingers interweaving themselves in North's clothing as if to tug him closer, the flirtatious words once again digging at something deeper inside the beast. His body tenses as he feels the human's heat against him, even through the clothes. The blood rushing and heart beating — he's frozen for only a second before he suddenly grabs the front of Daniel's shirt and yanks him up off his feet.
It's inhuman in the way they suddenly cross the small shower room in a blur, North shoving the human up against the wall without taking much care before he's there, body hot and pressed up against the man, caging him against his will with no way to escape the Infected a second time around.
“I do believe I warned you —” one hand grabs a handful of the man's hair and yanks his head to the side, “you wouldn't like what would happen if I caught you.” Although, maybe he underestimated just how much this human would enjoy this... Game. He leans down, closing the gap in their heights as he opens his mouth to once more reveal the lengthening fangs creeping from his gums. The tips of his fangs languidly draw over the surface of the human's neck, sharp enough that even from the faintest of touches they're able to split skin and allow specks of blood to crawl to the surface. The fangs are quickly replaced by a hot, searing tongue as North licks up the length of Daniel's neck.
“Tell me your name.” The demand is quick, a faint but obvious nibble on one of the human's ears as he speaks.
The breath knocked out of him as he was slammed against the tiled wall, it was cold on his back and he grunted at the sudden discomfort, but it didn't hold his attention for long. His eyes sharp and focused, he watched in fascination as the creatures teeth lengthened, as he was held so easily against the wall and that hard, firm body. He snorted a little, a smirk curling his lips. He could taste his own blood on his lips, he must have bitten them when he was shoved back so violently. He licked them and swallowed.
He wasn't sure what exactly the beast thought he wouldn't enjoy about this situation, but he had Daniel read all sorts of wrong if he really believed he wasn't just about having the time of his life right now. It was sexy in the absolute best way possible. "Mmm, having a terrible time... don't hurt me mister, please!" He teased, his voice was breathy, clearly aroused as he felt the slightest tingle on his neck, and then moaned as a tongue ran hotly over his sensitive flesh, good lord, if this is what being with an infected was like, he'd have to put himself in their paths more often. Well the one's that could talk and think and shit...
His brain took a moment to come back online enough to realise he'd been asked his name. He chuckled a little, a delicate, playful sound. "Big bad wolf wants to know the snacks name?" He asked, surprised at the... intimacy of such a question, there were men he'd been fucking on and off for years that he still didn't know the name of. Still, he saw no reason in hiding it, it was not like it held any special power over him or anyone else. "Daniel, Danny if you're feeling playful," He breathed, wriggling against the vampire to try and get a little more comfortable, mostly he was trying to press his aching erection against something firm and strong, something to give him some much required friction. North Sigurd
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It was fake — the cries for mercy weren't filled with the same fear that most of his prey held — but damnit if it didn't make him aroused all the same, a deep, guttural growl echoing in response to Daniel's pleas for him to not be hurt. It's emphasized by the way the human has the nerve to moan at the feeling of a predator tasting him. Good. North liked when his playthings actually played back with him.
When they felt alive — right before the killing.
The thought nagged at the back of his head, the infected part of his brain urging him to sink his fangs in and just rip the little thing apart. But North was human enough that 'murderer' wasn't exactly high on his bucket list, and for now he allowed the burning in his gut to dictate his next set of moves.
“Heh.” He chuckles at Daniel's response. There's nothing intimate about his request, even if it seemed innocent enough — but for a Military dog, having any kind of name was power, even if he didn't know whether or not the name he got was actually real. Still, it didn't hurt to have some information tucked at the very recess of his mind should this little game of theirs extend into something even longer. If he kept the other man alive, at least.
“Food doesn't need to be called by name—” he chuckles, a rough hand pinning Daniel's hips back against the wall as he feels the shorter man trying to get some kind of friction— “does it, pup?” The pet name is whispered in a hot breath into the human's ear, another laugh accompanying his words. Smooth as sin, and dark as chocolate. He's playing. This was supposed to be punishment, right? Tsk, how dare Daniel think he was allowed to have any kind of pleasure before North allowed him to have it. North reacts by ripping at the material around Daniel's neck, shredding the clothes with easy as he gives himself access to unmarred flesh. Golden eyes appreciate the smooth slope of the younger man's collar bone.
“Busy yourself down there, hm?” he questions subtly, as if it wasn't a demand, his hips pushing obviously into Daniel now to make it very clear what he was expecting.
It's nice, gentle. As if they were nothing more than two strangers screwing around in the locker room. But it doesn't last long.
Hot breath, the lone drip of venom from the tip of an extended fang. There's eight of them, sharp enough to pierce the toughest bone, and North sinks all of them into Daniel's neck at once. They slip in easily, smoothly — he's no longer the messy eater he was when he was nothing more than a mindless creature. The venom slips easily from his fangs into the human's bloodstream, aphrodisiac of course blended into the mixture.
A shiver ran up his spine, he wasn't sure if it was from being referred to as food or pup, but either one worked for him, apparently he was more messed up than even he'd thought. He gasped as his clothes were ripped apart, he'd have been pissed if he'd not been so turned on, cause clothes were one of the few things he couldn't make for himself and he hated to see them ruined like that. Still, he figured the pay off this time would be worth the extra effort of getting new ones, though the trip home might be a bit shit now he would have to do it half naked. He just hoped the guy didn't rip his pants too.
The order was good, he liked being ordered about, at least in this sort of situation, and was oh so good at doing what he was told, he hoped this vampire would see that, jesus, he still couldn't get over the fact that this was actually a real thing, an infected who was able to talk, and think, and, apparently, fuck? Jesus that was hot. His hands reached down between them, determined to do as he was told. He wasn't sure if he was meant to be taking care of his own jean buttons and zipper or the other man's, maybe both? He decided he'd do both and hope for the best. He started on the much taller man's and with deft, confident fingers, he had the trousers open quickly and moaned at the hot, hard heat coming from within. His fingers brushed his hard member through his underpants or boxers, he couldn't tell yet which.
He was about to move onto his own pants when a thought occurred to him. "Wait, if you bite me, won't I become infected?" He realised that this was a question he should have asked a long time before this moment, and he went very still and ridged as he felt a mouth close on his neck, there was not so much pain as a sharp sting for a moment as fangs slipped inside his flesh. And then, all at once he completely forgot any concern or question he had had a moment before as want flooded through him in a wave of heat like he'd never felt before. He whimpered, body going lax and if the other man hadn't been holding him against the wall he'd have fallen to the ground boneless.
Need took over him and he felt his hands clawing at his own pants, to undo them, his fingers returned to the other man, pushing haphazardly at his trousers and underpants, trying to get them down off his hips to expose the one thing he wanted right now. He had limited movement though, because his neck was still locked down, oh god, he was being fed on wasn't he? His cock jerked at the reality of that, and began leaking almost a steady stream of precome. He knew for a fact, in that moment he had never been so turned on in his life... god help him, he felt so alive, and on fire. He wanted more, he wanted everything.
"Please," He begged, not even sure what exactly he was begging for.
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He growls, like an animal, when he feels playful fingers dance along the length of his hardening dick, still confined by the thin material of his underwear — oh yeah, he had remembered to put some on after all. It wasn't like he was expecting anything of this caliber when he had headed out hunting for the night, but he wasn't going to complain.
North hears the hesitant question — the fearful question — but he doesn't give his prey the courtesy of an answer. He would just have to wait and see and god did it ever feel good to finally get his fangs in the unblemished skin of the younger man. It carried the same weight and feeling as burying his dick in someone else: pleasure, hot and pulsating, his inner beast crying out for joy as blood leaked from the torn holes and leaked into his mouth. It trickled down his throat like a sinful wine and North lapped it all up. Infection hunger was real, and finally he managed some semblance of being able to quench his thirst. But still, he needed even more.
Cool air meets his exposed shaft as Daniel wrestles the last bit of clothing from around his hips, and he feels the heat of the human's equally exposed cock slap against his own. A hand still on Daniel's hip and jaws locked in on their target, he tilts his own hips forward and slicks their cocks together, made easy by the precum already leaking from the puffy head of Daniel's member. God, he really was a thirsty little thing, wasn't he? Almost enough to rival North's own thirst.
He laughs at the plea, a vibration that no doubt travels through his fangs. He finally allows his fangs to exit Daniel's neck, another languid sweep of his tongue to mop up the leaking blood.
“My, do you ever paint a gorgeous picture,” he growls out in a low tone, his voice too guttural to be human now. His eyes are trained to the blood mixing in with creamy skin — it holds his sole focus for a tad too long. More, he wants to see even more blood.
North's hands travel downwards in a blur, fingers viciously digging into the plump rear end of the young man to get some semblance of a grip before he's suddenly hoisting him up the wall. It's not something that would normally be possible for a human — but then again, he's not quite human, is he? — and he forces the young man's knees overtop of his shoulders once high enough. There he allows Daniel to balance precariously with knees gripping his shoulders, back against the wall, and hands cupping his ass and hips to keep him in place. It puts the Infected in prime position.
“Don't move.” It's hot, and heavy, and a threat as gruesome, blood-soaked fangs dance precariously along Daniel's length, hot breath huffed against the eager cock. His eyes match Daniel's, but he doesn't give the human what he wants most. Instead, he turns his head at the last second — no doubt still a wanton picture, with Daniel's leaking dick pressed up against the side of his face — and sinks his fangs into the man's soft inner thigh.
He tried, he really did, to hold still, to do as he was told, he liked being ordered about as part of sex. And he normally behaved beautifully if the man he was with was dominate enough to make him really submit. And North was that for certain. What he hadn't calculated for though, was the sheer overwhelming pleasure and pain mixed together as fangs sunk into the soft, warm flesh of his inner thigh. He cried out, feeling punch drunk and slightly light headed, his hips jerked of their own accord and his cock slapped the vampire in the face as a result, not that he noticed.
He was too busy being bitten by a fucking vampire... oh god, that's what they were wasn't it, the infected like this, he had fangs, he was drinking his blood... He wasn't able to give it much more thought though, because his lust overwhelmed him and the only thought through his normally curious brain, was his own release. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. He would beg, and beg, and beg.
"Please, please, please Sir, I need... need..." his voice was weak to his ears, the strength he normally had fading, replaced by melted bones and lack of blood in his body. He had no idea how much had been taken, for some reason it didn't worry him in the slightest. He just wanted to be used...
He cried out as the feeding continued, eyes shut, he locked his hands around the shower head above him and held on for dear life, legs wrapped tightly around the other man's neck. Never in his life had he been with anyone who could man handle him quite like this. It was quickly becoming his favourite new addiction, and barely anything had happened yet.
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Daniel's wet, sloppy dick smacks him in the side of his face and he growls, hungry, the sound no doubt reverberating through his fangs. North drinks his fill, golden eyes looking sideways as the lustful face the human was making, clearly enjoying being gobbled up. How cute. A deep, throaty hum leaves him as he hears Daniel's pleas and how sweet they are. Induced by lust and a need for the vampire to do something to him — anything. It hurts as he finally removes his fangs — not a physical hurt, but a mental one, an anguish only an Infected could feel when forced to reel in their brutal, animalistic nature. But he doesn't want to kill the younger man, and almost as if to soothe him somehow, he laps up the blood trickling from the bite wounds.
They both know what Daniel needs, what he wants, but he merely teases again with sharp teeth against flesh, his mouth breathing hot air across the leaking dick pressed up against his face. He closes his eyes, the hint of a tongue — a soft flicker, and a taste between captivating fangs — before he tucks his tongue back inside his mouth again with a chuckle. Golden eyes focus themselves on the human as he shifts his weight into just one hand now, the other reaching up to shove two fingers inside a gasping mouth.
“I'm sorry, did I say you were allowed to demand things during your punishment?” he snarls in a dangerously low tone, fingers wrapping themselves around the young man's tongue. “Food doesn't get to talk.”
Because that's all Daniel was in his eyes. Food.
He may have brought out other inclinations in North, but it didn't change the fact they were hunter and prey, monster and human. He's back to mouthing along Daniel's dick now, his eyes trained to the human's face, teeth oh so dangerously close to what the young man no doubt cherishes the most. There's a burst of lust in North's body as he edges closer and closer to something much more dangerous...
Fangs retreat back into his gums just mere moments before he shoves Daniel's cock down his throat, tongue wrapped around the shift.
Posted 04-28-2021, 08:40 PM
Too cute to die?
