Bloody Ice

A Little Non-Con Goes a Long Way

Vlad’s P.o.V

“Come on, Vlad. She’s just unconscious.” Henry said, rubbing my back as he pulled me away from the unconscious girl laying on the ground of the alley. 

“I-I thought I killed her...a voice in my head told me to kill her and come to them.” I whimpered, curled up against the wall with my head in my hands. 

“But you didn’t. It’s alright. Let’s get you home and in bed.” He said gently, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the alley toward his car. I curled up in the passenger seat without another word and let him take me home. 

Jack’s P.o.V.

It was late in Bathory when I arrived, the sun had set and Vlad had returned home. I hovered outside of his bedroom, watching him sleeping as I considered what I had to do to protect him from Pitch. He may hate me for it, if he remembered me after all was said and done. I slid the window open slowly and carefully climbed inside. Vlad shivered in his sleep and I made sure to close the window so it wouldn’t wake him. I slowly approached the bed and pulled the blanket off of his lithe and handsome form, wishing I had time to worship his pale flesh. But who knew when Pitch was. I had to prevent him from doing the despicable. 

“I’m sorry, Vlad. This was the last thing I wanted to do to you.” I said as I climbed up on the bed beside the boxer-only clad half vampire. I grasped the boxers and slowly pulled them down his hips, swallowing nervously even though I knew his disbelief made him unable to feel most of my touches. He would soon though. I pull the bottle of lube out of my pocket, stolen away from the belfry where Vlad and I had used it often. I poured some on my finger, swallowing nervously. I had never used it on him though and I didn’t want to hurt him. I careful lubed up three of my finger and parted his legs, slipping up between them. I didn’t have time to be slow about it as I eased one of the lubed finger into his tight hot asshole, groaning lowly when it clenched around the appendage. I continued to work the finger inside him, preparing him as he had me every time we were together, pressing a second into him. I kept going until I could fit all three into him, trying to ignore his mewls and whimpers in his sleep so I could stay focused. I pulled out my fingers, hoping I’d prepped him enough, and slipped off my pant. Apologizing once more to him, I lifted his hips and lined up with his lubed entrance, pushing in slowly. He groaned in his sleep, shuddering once I’d sheathed myself to the hilt. I bit my lip, moaning softly at the heat the encircled my chilled flesh. Then, I began to thrust slowly into him, my hands holding his hips tightly. 

He began to stir when I began to thrust faster, burying myself eagerly within his heat, moaning lowly. His eyes came open, unfocused as his eyes searched the air above him. He still couldn’t see me. I’d make him see me, I thought as I thrust harder, earning a soft cry from him. I was getting close to the finish, to what I’d come to do to save him from Pitch. Finally, with a cry of my own, I thrust deep and spilled inside him, kissing him hard. I pleaded in my head with all my being that it would make him see me, remember me. 

“W-What…? Who..are you…? Wait...I...ah!” Vlad cried, grabbing his head as if it hurt.

“Vlad! No! What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” I asked, panicking as I looked down at him unsure how to help him, still buried deep inside him and afraid to move. 

“J-Jack? I...I remember now…how could I have forgotten...the man I love?” He asked, before passing out as if the shock was too much. Had it really worked?