THE VAMPIRE'S ALCOHOLIC [MXM]

- a late night visit

The woman beside him was now asleep after a very much passionate love-making. Sweat rolled down Carter's back as he huffed out. Feeling new and very much energetic, he stood up from the king sized bed with a yawn and a satisfying crack, Carter began to get dressed. The night was still young, who knows, maybe he could get another drink for all he cared.

He checked his wallet and ensured that he had everything before closing the door behind him. He slid on the shiny black motorcycle and  turned the keys earning a roar, he took off down the road. The cycle was silent, the cool night air against his smooth darkskinned arms, Carter revved on the straighter roads, he picked up speed with much urgency to go home and take a long sleep.

He could almost feel the sleep behind his eyelids. His bed was just calling for him. Almost everyday, he was warned not to travel under the influence. But again he didn't care, he emancipated himself from his family years ago, even if he died, at least there wasn't going to be anyone to weep over him, the theatrics wasn't something he appreciated.

The last turn, the farmilar fruit trees and palm trees, Carter observed his surroundings before he abruptly swing onto the left side where his modern looking house was built. He quickly hopped off and removed the keys that dangled in his hand. The lights outside of his house was already on. He left them like that so he didn't have to come home early.

Carter yawned and walked inside of his house. He was attacked by the smell his perfume that he sprayed on earlier, probably because the windows were closed as to why it was still there. He yawned again, he was really sleepy, Carter slid off his clothes, and decided to take a shower in the nearest bathroom.

He didn't wanted to go in his bed smelling like alcohol, woman perfume or any fluids, he stepped out and grabbed a pair of boxers and pyjamas. The exhausted man scratched at his wollen hair and walked to his room where he moved the extra pillows from the bed. All he wanted was to jump right in and embraced the warmth it had to offered that he failed to see the figure sitting on his harsack in the corner. The red eyed form watched his every move, he watched his body as he moved, every muscle that flexed from Carter's movement, it observed.

It could hear the man's heartbeat, despite everything, it was faint, it beat really slow, his blood was flowing, lips couldn't help but salivate  at the sight of the man's neck. His jugular was big, it was calling him, it was seducing him. Probably on of the biggest he had ever seen in his long time.

He huffed and ignored all impure thoughts. All he wanted to do was sink its—

“Carter.”

It called, it was amusing how quickly the man jumped around, he could hear the man's heartbeat this time. It was faster than before. It was louder. There was no mistake, the man was frightened this time. He slowly came out of the shadows, his crimson red eyes bored the eyes of the human, who now pointed a knife at him, having no idea where it came from.

“Come near me and I'll kill you.”

The vampire laughed, seeing his mate threaten a man like him was adorable. As dangerous as the vamp seemed, he wouldn't dare hurt his mate, even if said mate pulled a silver knife at him.

“Carter, you've been awfully lucky tonight. I'm Amir, it's nice to see you again darling.”

He finally introduced himself, since the first time he was about to jump the guy without much of a formality. There was no doubt that the shirtless man had forgotten him.

“How do you know my name leech.”

Amir sure didn't take offense to the nickname. But he was glad, he did remember.

“Charmer.” He sarcastically answered, not caring that Carter had bravely gotten closer, and the silver knife was barely an inch away from his neck. “But to answer your question, let's just say, it's only fair.”

Confused, Carter thrusted the knife forward a deep cut into the vamp's pale right cheek. His cut sizzled for a long moment like it was in fire.

“Get out!”

Now Carter had a cross and holy water in his hands, Amir internally thought. "Where are all these things coming from?”

“Get out leech!”

The frightened half drunk man shouted this last time, his moves had started to get predictable, and before he could down the vamp in holy way, it was already out of his hands and rolling on the floor, it's contents spilled from the container leaving it empty. Carter only felt his feet left the ground, he was in the air for a moment before he harshly landed not a far distance from the raged creature, he slowly got up, pain overcoming his body.

Blood leaked from his elbow, and lips, he spit it out on the floor.

His strength was lack because of his sleep deprived body, he nonetheless recovers and angrily charged at the creature, as he skillfully swung the forgotten knife, cutting his clothes and when the creature was distracted enough, he pressed the cross against it's neck. He wrapped his body firmly against him, pressing it down further, and at the same time he gave a few punches, his lion ring, cutting it's skin.

He was dizzy, be felt queasy, the vamp could smell the blood. He realized that the human didnt speak much afterwards. He internally stressed when his mate's lidded eyes met his, but if only he knew how that said human was interally plotting his death. He was going to damage this thing. He was going to break it beyond repair. He was going to let these creatures know that he's not to be played with.

With mild anger problems, Carter unexpectedly lifted lifted the thing and threw it across the room mimicking what it had done to him earlier. His chest heaved, he grasped for air, as he walked barefooted to the thing that seemed surprised. It's eyes bulged, Carter felt a bit satisfied at his doing, all he wanted to do now was to kill it.

His steps was low and threatening, Carter's eyes never strayed from his. He couldn't help but realize how vulnerable the vamp looked. He was looking right back at Carter like he had done something that was really bad. Like he had betrayed him. 

His eyes weren't glowing anymore. It never had that dangerous red glow or anything. And yet,  they were still looking at Carter. He had raised the knife in the air in an attempt to stab him, pierce his flesh.

Injure him.

Carter bought the knife down, he stabbed his once, he repeated the action once again. He bought it down but something happened.

The pain in his chest blocked whatever evil deed that he was going to do. Yes he bought the silver knife down at a dangerous speed, but he just— he just couldn't hurt him. He couldn't dig— deeper.

Even in this angered state, he felt really bad for what? He didn't know. All he knew was that, he man on the floor looked human except for his skin. His human like eyes held nothing but unshed tears.

He couldn't do it? He felt like if he did it, it would hurt him. He looked away, guilt, ate at his conscience. But was it his fault really? The man just came into his house unannounced and hasn't gotten the permission. How else was he supposed to react? Maybe if the other man was human he would've kicked him out with a fair warning, but let alone a vampire?

One of the most dangerous of the supernaturals. Dangerous beings that could rip him to shreds without much of a thought. Even worst when Carter belonged to a family of hunters.

Carter closed his eyes and huffed out a deep breath, he later found himself in his bed, he bounced then next thing he knew, was a heavy weight ontop of him. The man now had a smirk on his face as he looked down on him. His hand was empty of his knife but later realized that it was pressed against his own neck.

He had sunk himself further down  into the duvet to avoid injury, his heart rate picked up again, the vamp got so uncomfortably close to his face, he turned to the other side not realizing now his neck was barred.

He wanted to shout, curse profanities and whatnot at the man, but his mouth couldn't open. And when it did, no word came out. He was like a fish out of water.  He could feel the cold metal  as it brushed against his throat but the pressure wasn't as bad as before, his eyes closed not wanting to see what would happen next.

Amir, the vampire looked down at his mate, he was strong hostile and soft at the same time, it sure turned him on. Looking down at his mate, getting a close up view, all he wanted was to take him.  He was handsome, defined and his physical strength was impressive.

His mouth, his body, his arousal, his blood. He leaned down and took in the sickly sweet intoxicating strong manly scent that came from the man beneath him. His nose brushed against the man's neck, Amir felt excitement when the man jerked away from him. Amir could feel his arousal, it pushed against his zipper, it was begging be freed.

The knife was long gone from the man's throat, Amir heart warmed when he felt the smooth, warm skin of the man. His ripped muscles, hands, chest, abdomen, he grinded against him, right between Carter's legs, Amir grounded his body then he smiled, when the man let out a gasp.

Sparks were flying, each touch, his hands tingled, not in his eight hundred years had he ever reacted or felt like this towards another being. The vein at the man's neck, Amir's eyes zoomed in on it. His heartbeat, he could hear the rush of blood in his ear, he leaned down against and licked at the man, he grinded his hardened member against him, Carter shuddered he didn't know if it was disgust or what.

Amir felt his fangs elongated,  his eyes back to its red colour, a signal that his other side was out. His sucked at his mate's neck. Carter's hands were the only thing that could move. It clenched at the bedsheets and crinkled them in his fists. He was rubbed sensually by the vampire through his PJs as his eyes tightened. Carter struggled, he had problems composing himself, he had difficulties defending himself from being violated. And Amir was anticipating everything.

His fangs pierced the tender flesh of the man's neck, his soulmate shouted, his hands moved over his crotch as a way to distract him, blood seeped into his mouth fulfilling his thirst, it was sweet, rich and thick. It tasted expensive and right from the source which made it even more authentic, both men moaned at the feeling.

He slurped and drank away, he didn't wanted to hurt his mate, but it was too good. It was too good to be true. Carter moaned and laid limp below him as Amir's hand worked on him. He himself had a tight feeling in his groin, knots formed in his stomach, Carter gasped and shouted, he was close. He muffled all his strength and pushed at the other man's chest.  He wanted him far—far away from him.

Black dots appeared in his line of vision, probably from what was happening, the euphoric feeling of being suck and wanked at the same time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His eyes closed, Carter gasped at the feel of the man's mouth was still latched onto him.

“Leech.”

Was his final words.

Amir smirk and licked the man one last time, the enzymes from his saliva would help Carter heal. He was surprised to see Carter passed out, his heartbeat alerted him that he was just asleep. He pulled his hands from the man's underwear and covered him up, not before placing a subtle kiss to his lips.

He looked at his handsome sleeping mate one last time and disappeared into the shadows.