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Vanilla’s steps were even over the cold, dusty floor. Each stride was two and a half feet, though he urged his legs to stretch just a bit more. Not enough to look unnatural, but just enough to get him to his Lord Dio’s room faster. He would not run, that would be humiliating, but he could push his body just to move a little bit faster. He could have taken Cream, but he knew how his Lord hated to be snuck up on. And it had been a month since he had been called, he did not want to anger Him on his first night back.
Vanilla supposed he understood why Lord Dio hadn’t called on him in so long. On their last night together, Lord Dio had ‘tsk’-ed and tutted at him when his veins weren’t producing as much as usual, when Lord Dio noticed the pallor of his skin, the bags under his eyes, and the heavy bruise that had been on his neck for far too long. Lord Dio had asked Vanilla to summon Cream, so he had, following this direction the way he followed every direction from Lord Dio, and the Stand could hardly manifest itself for more than a few seconds at a time. He had been almost completely drained.
That meant that he was Lord Dio’s favorite, however. Hol Horse and Mariah and the D’Arby brothers still had a healthy flush to their skin, showing that they were not in Lord Dio’s favor. Vanilla would give his entire life force up to Lord Dio, the moment He asked, because he was Lord Dio’s favorite. Lord Dio was his God, his savior, the most powerful being on this earth and it would be an honor to give up his life for someone like Him.
But Vanilla couldn’t deny that he was grateful to be given a chance to recuperate and live. His body still felt weak from the sustained feedings he had been subjected to, that he had volunteered for any time Lord Dio had called for a servant until He started to call on Vanilla directly. Vanilla had shown his worth, and for that Lord Dio had shown him mercy. For that he would fall to his knees in front of Lord Dio, thanking Him for all of His kindness. He did not deserve that, but Lord Dio had given it, and Lord Dio deserved praise for that.
Finding himself finally at his Master’s door, Vanilla raised his fist to knock. However, before his fist hit the door, it was open. Lord Dio was in bed still; Vanilla did not comprehend the power of The World, truly, no matter how intimately acquainted he was with it, but he knew that had to be the work of Lord Dio’s Stand. As soon as his Master was in sight, Vanilla threw himself to the ground, kneeling at the doorway, waiting for permission to enter.
“My Lord, I thank you for the chance to recover. I am ready for you to feed from me once more.” Vanilla’s eyes were on the floor, and he would not lift his head until he was allowed.
A soft chuckle broke the silence of the room, and Vanilla so wished that he could look up and see his Lord’s face. Lord Dio was such a beautiful being, and His smile was something that radiated through Vanilla and let him feel warm throughout the night in the cold lair. “You’re welcome, Vanilla Ice. Come to my bed.” Vanilla obeyed, standing up with his eyes downcast as he walked to the side of Lord Dio’s bed. “Look at me, Vanilla Ice.” Vanilla could never deny Lord Dio, so he brought his eyes up to meet the being in front of him.
Lord Dio seemed to be studying him. Amber eyes scanned his face, but Vanilla did not flinch or back down, as most would under His scrutinizing gaze. That was what made him Lord Dio’s favorite, he would not back away or show fear, for he had no fear of Lord Dio. Anything the being did to him would be most deserved. Lord Dio could rip the arteries from his throat and choke him with them, and Vanilla knew it would be deserved. Lord Dio was God, Lord Dio did as He wanted to His minions, and Vanilla was the only one who saw that (except perhaps Pucci, whom Vanilla had been debating over whether or not he should have Cream devour.)
“You still haven’t healed fully.” Lord Dio said simply after a moment, and Vanilla only blinked. His Lord said he was not ready… He had not done enough to please his Lord.
“Take me anyways.” Vanilla did not care for his own health, he only cared for pleasing Lord Dio. Perhaps he had not regained all of his blood yet but he would not rest until he had nourished his Lord.
“Eager, are we?” Lord Dio spoke, the corners of His lips turning up into a smile. Vanilla drank the smile in, hoping that he would be able to remember it when he went to bed that night, and stared at the ceiling as his head swam from the emotion he felt for his Lord and likely the lack of iron in his bloodstream. “I do plan on taking you, I thought perhaps I’d give you a little treat to make it more bearable… Vanilla Ice, you have always been so loyal, and I reward loyalty in my followers.” Vanilla blinked once more, his eyes on his Lord.
Vanilla thought his eyes might be deceiving him as he watched Lord Dio bite into His own wrist. Clearly He did not hit an artery, nor even His veins, but there was blood, Lord Dio’s sweet blood flowing down His arm. “Drink, Vanilla. It has healing properties. You’ll feel more rejuvenated than ever, and ready for me to drink from you by the end of the night.”
Vanilla just swallowed. “I cannot accept an offering like this, my Lord… You are far too powerful to spill blood for someone like me.” As he acted so lowly, Vanilla felt his heart pick up. Lord Dio surely heard that. Vanilla was not a vampire (yet, he thought- there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to be transformed by his Lord’s blood, to have it running through his veins rather than his own, to be one in the same with Lord Dio- the closest he could get to absorbing Him fully without using Cream, which he would never do on his Lord, even if that did mean that his Lord would be by his side always in Cream’s dimension-) but he wanted to taste the blood that was in front of him. The thick metallic scent filled the air, and Vanilla made a low, almost embarrassing growl, like a dog staring at a steak.
“I am not offering. I am commanding. I want to drink from you, but I do not want to kill you. Take my blood, and you’ll replenish me by the end of the night.” Lord Dio’s voice was deep, low, and cool, drawing Vanilla in like he had no control over himself. Perhaps Lord Dio had some sort of power of persuasion… Vanilla did not know, but he would never deny Him, with or without such a power. He stepped closer, at the edge of Lord Dio’s bed now, and Lord Dio brought His wrist to Vanilla’s face… It had been a command, so Vanilla could not refuse.
In an instant, Vanilla had latched onto Lord Dio’s wrist, suckling at the source of blood like a newborn child, ravenous with hunger after nine months in the womb, suckled at it’s mother’s breast. He licked up Lord Dio’s sweet, precious blood, a soft moan leaving him as His blood covered his tongue, filled his mouth, flowed into his body and mingled with his own blood. Lord Dio had become a part of him, Lord Dio had been absorbed into him, Lord Dio would always be with him.
The blood came with some ravenousness that Vanilla felt only rarely, only once, really, when he had been walking beside his Lord on the streets of Cairo and a drunk man had yelled slurs at them, insinuating that they were lovers, sexual partners (while Lord Dio did use Vanilla sexually, Vanilla knew they were not lovers, nor were they partners. Vanilla was giving use of his body to Lord Dio as an offering to his God, for he was grateful for the chance to please his Lord in any way he could) and Vanilla had lost control of his temper with his Lord being insulted. Vanilla had not used Cream to destroy the man, Vanilla had broken from his Lord and followed the man down an alley, where he used his own physical strength to destroy him, kicking at his soft torso until he no longer fought back, he no longer cried out, the rise and fall of his chest had slowed to nearly a stop. Lord Dio had been watching, unbeknownst to Vanilla, and that night had rewarded Vanilla for the first time with the gift of His mouth. Vanilla, however, thought the gift of His blood was even better.
Vanilla’s teeth dug into Lord Dio’s flesh as he drank, tearing it open far easier than he would have ever believed a God’s flesh could tear. The blood, such a mighty gift, had taken hold of Vanilla in a way he couldn’t comprehend. He would never hurt his Lord, but for now he had no control. Blood poured from the wound that had been torn open by Vanilla’s blunt teeth, down his chin and throat, collecting in his hair that Lord Dio so often praised when He lay with him. Lord Dio’s blood seemed like a drug, and Vanilla found that he did not have the strength to pull away. His teeth sunk in again, flesh ripping under the unlocked strength of his jaw. The flesh was in his mouth, in the way of his blood, so he had no choice but to swallow it too, making Lord Dio an even larger part of himself. Lord Dio was so perfect, His blood so delicious, Vanilla was only a mere mortal, he could not reject the gift, he would keep drinking until Lord Dio had nothing left to give-
That was, until, a powerful hand pushed Vanilla away, his teeth that were still sunken into the perfect flesh before him, ripping out another chunk. Vanilla swallowed the flesh he had been blessed to have, and looked up to his Lord Dio with hazy, blown out eyes, his body trembling lightly from the experience. The taste in his mouth was severely overwhelming; the flesh had some salt to it, from the skin more than likely, but there was no real taste in his mouth besides the intense, metallic taste of blood. It was thick, still running down his throat, and Vanilla still felt compelled to tear more from the being in front of him. Vanilla was vaguely aware of an erection straining his tight leotard. He had been chosen by God… He wanted desperately to taste more.
But Lord Dio would not allow that, and Vanilla knew he must listen. “I… apologize, my Lord, I did not mean to bite… You may punish me.” But Lord Dio did not punish Vanilla, which took him by quite a bit of surprise, when he knew that he deserved it.
“My sweet Vanilla Ice… You’ve only done as I asked. I told you I would reward you.” Lord Dio, who had been shirtless, was now covered in His own blood, particularly His stomach, which Vanilla stared at hungrily. “But are you not satisfied? I can see that hunger in your eyes…” Lord Dio all but purred, causing the erection Vanilla had to twitch uncomfortably. If Lord Dio did not please him later, which he wished he would but would not ask for, Vanilla would indulge himself with his own hand, or perhaps have Cream assist him- with Lord Dio’s permission, of course.
“I have taken the gift Lord Dio has given me, and I am grateful.” Vanilla’s voice was tense, clearly shaking with the lust he was trying to hold back. “There is no need to give me anything else.” But his eyes could not break away from Lord Dio’s hand, His long, sharp nail scraping over His stomach. Vanilla swallowed, the iron still prominent in his throat.
“I just can’t help but think, you can’t merely be satisfied by a few chunks from my arm, can you?” Lord Dio asked, voice lilting, and Vanilla’s eyes moved to His arm. The wounds were no longer bleeding, healing over before his eyes. “As you can see, I can take a lot of damage. You can take a few bites from somewhere more filling, if you’d like… It will heal, and you will be ready for what I’d like to do to you afterwards, my precious Vanilla Ice.” Lord Dio spoke in a way that Vanilla couldn’t refuse. If Lord Dio wanted Vanilla to eat more… then he could not say no.
“Tell me what you wish, my Lord, and I shall do it.” Vanilla spoke, voice still shaking, eyes still unable to break away from the way Lord Dio’s claw stroked over His own bare stomach… What was His intention? Vanilla did not mean to brag, but he knew Lord Dio quite well, and Lord Dio did not do anything without purpose. What did His nail signify?
Before Vanilla could think further, however, the nail dug into Lord Dio’s abdomen, tearing through His abdominal muscles, exposing organs, and so much blood. Vanilla did not flinch, however, knowing that Lord Dio had purpose. The metallic, almost sweet smell of His blood grew thicker, drawing Vanilla closer. He had no fear of blood or guts, especially not when it was Lord Dio, open before him, inviting him in to feast on His body, not unlike Christ himself. Vanilla had grown up Christian, in Mass and in the Church, though the idea of the Christian God did not even entice him. It was not until he met Lord Dio, who found him on the streets of Cairo selling his own body for a living, that he realized there was a God, and that God was Him. And no longer would he eat tasteless, hard crackers, and watered down wine at Mass- Vanilla had Lord Dio’s blood directly, His body directly. He had retreated into his thoughts, but came back as Lord Dio spoke.
“Vanilla Ice, I invite you to eat my liver.” Lord Dio purred, the wound in His abdomen pulsing and drawing Vanilla in with every single movement. “Ancient tribes would once consume the organs of others to gain their strength. I read that in one of Jonathan’s archeology books when I was young… My liver would represent my vitality, my healing powers, my lifespan. I want that for you, Vanilla Ice.” Vanilla breathed out shakily as he saw the dark red, nearly purple organ, Lord Dio’s liver. He swallowed, but couldn’t hold back for long. A quiet growl left him, and Dio pulled His skin back further, lifting up His liver, almost if He was teasing him.
“Thank you, my Lord.” Vanilla said quietly, and before he could overthink further, he came forward, burying his face in the wound. It surprisingly did not smell of anything other than meat, and blood. Vanilla groaned softly, his erection throbbing as he slowly sunk his teeth into the fleshy organ. It had a peculiar texture, denser and grainier than most meats but not so bad. Lord Dio was not warm, not like a human, but He was not ice cold either- He was a being that was above human body temperatures, His body worked best with the temperature low. It tasted of meat, like the flesh of His arm, but with a more pronounced saltiness that was more savory than simple skin and muscle. Being internal, it held what heat Lord Dio produced, making it warmer, and after the first bite, Vanilla was hooked. He pushed his face further into the wound, to the point where he could hardly breathe, digging his teeth into the organ, groaning as he swallowed a chunk of the meat. Lord Dio was bestowing such a blessing on him, Lord Dio was so good to him, Lord Dio was a merciful God that Vanilla would never forsake.
Vanilla tore into the liver for several minutes, the only sounds being his animalistic growls, occasional grunts and groans from Lord Dio, and the tearing of flesh and splashing of blood. It was only when Vanilla could no longer hold his breath that he pulled away, his face absolutely covered in Lord Dio’s blood, His gift. Lord Dio was smirking, and Vanilla looked at Him, his eyes the only part of his face not covered in blood. “Look at you.” Lord Dio praised him, making Vanilla preen and move closer. His erection was almost painful at this point. “I see the fire back in your eyes, my most loyal servant. You’ve seemed to heal completely now, through my blood, my body… Don’t you think I deserve something for that?”
Vanilla quickly nodded. “Yes, my Lord.” His voice was strained and his stomach full, but he lifted his neck up to prepare for Lord Dio’s fingers. Being fed from was something he was used to, something that comforted him… He had missed being fed from, truly. It made him feel useful to his Lord.
“I don’t want to feed from your neck.” Lord Dio said, voice aloof as He brought a clawed finger up to rest right over Vanilla’s beating heart. Realizing what Lord Dio wanted, the beat picked up, though Vanilla did not flinch, nor did he pull away. “Your healing capabilities will be nice and strong for the next few days, on par with mine, even, and… Oh, how I like to drink from the source. May I, Vanilla Ice?” Lord Dio wanted to press His fingers right into his heart… The thought was terrifying, but Vanilla could never tell Lord Dio no.
“You may, my Lord.” His voice was lower, and his heart beating madly. Lord Dio’s fingers trailed down, to right below his xiphoid process, where Vanilla felt the clawed finger rip open his clothing, and then his chest; the skin, and then into the muscle. It was agonizing, being torn into, but this was his Lord Dio, so he held back a cry. Lord Dio would not let harm come to him, He was merciful. Vanilla couldn’t help but look down, seeing His hand in his chest cavity, in a wound the perfect size of Lord Dio’s hand. Blood poured from it, but not as much as he would have expected. Lord Dio’s body had been a miracle consumption after all, not that he had doubted Him for a moment. The pain could be ignored; Lord Dio was providing him with a miracle.
The rise and fall of his chest was disrupted as Lord Dio carefully worked His hand under Vanilla’s ribcage, causing some panic. Vanilla hated how his body subconsciously reacted. This was his Lord, and his body was betraying him; he should not feel panic at anything Lord Dio did to him. A quiet noise left him as his heart continued to speed up, the pain dulled to a more manageable uncomfortable pressure. Perhaps Lord Dio had used His vampiric essence- though he knew that would end with him being part of Lord Dio’s undead army, he did not mind it. In fact, he prayed that Lord Dio would.
“I won’t change you unless I accidentally kill you.” Lord Dio spoke, as if He could read minds. Vanilla did not doubt that he probably could, though. That was a bit of a disappointment, that he wouldn’t be changed, but Vanilla found solace in the fact that Lord Dio’s miraculous blood was dulling the pain so much. Well, he thought the pain had been dulled, at least until Lord Dio’s fingers touched his heart.
Vanilla could feel his chest spasming as Lord Dio inserted His fingers, one into his pulmonary artery, the others into his ventricles and atriums, with his thumb resting squarely in his aorta. His lungs could not inflate with the pressure of Lord Dio’s arm on them, and his vision was going darker. Still, he did not outwardly panic nor did he push Lord Dio away. This would not take long, Vanilla tried to reason with himself. Lord Dio would not bring harm to him.
Though he had really just been focusing on the hand in his chest, Vanilla seemed to realize after a few moments that Lord Dio was erect as well, His cock fished from His tight pants and rutting against Vanilla’s thigh as his heart was toyed with. Lord Dio had stopped feeding by now, which Vanilla was grateful for, but now He seemed to be happy to play with the muscle, like a cat with a toy. It let off some pressure, and with Lord Dio’s cock pressed against his bare thigh. “Do bite my shoulder if you feel faint.” Lord Dio instructed, and before Vanilla could attempt to answer, his own erection had been freed from his leotard, and Lord Dio’s free hand was grasping it with a nice, tight grip. His vision flickered, and he pushed forward to sink his teeth into Lord Dio’s shoulder with His permission now granted.
There was some blood, an offering eagerly taken by Vanilla. Lord Dio pressed His fingers into his heart, gently massaging it with every beat. In time with that, Lord Dio also stroked his cock, and rut Himself against Vanilla’s strong thigh with every movement. Vanilla was slowly growing overwhelmed, each stroke slowly bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He suckled desperately at Lord Dio’s shoulder, needing to regain some blood as he lost it, and as his heart was traumatized. His heartbeat was growing dangerously erratic due to his closeness, which Lord Dio seemed to notice, being as merciful as He was. Vanilla was growing closer and closer to orgasm despite it, but his vision was blurring as he felt more pressure on both his heart and his cock.
The hand stroking him sped up, lubricated by the blood that had fallen down his bare chest where Lord Dio had torn open his leotard, and before he could wrap his mind around it, he was coming, harder than he ever had in his entire life. His heart spasmed, Lord Dio still gripping at it, while his whole body seemed to be floating. He trembled, entire body pulsing by the feeling of this miraculous orgasm. His semen mixed with the blood on his stomach, and he was vaguely aware of Lord Dio groaning and spilling on his bare thigh. It was too much, though, and though he usually prefered working Lord Dio through His orgasm, he could no longer handle it, and before he could even signal to his Lord, Vanilla had lost consciousness, passing out on the bed with Lord Dio’s arm still buried in him.
It was some time later that Vanilla came to, blinking awake and surprised to see Lord Dio at his side, naked now, stroking gently through his hair, hardened by dried blood. What had happened seemed to come back to him in waves, his heart rate picking up once more. “My Lord-”
“You are still human, Vanilla Ice. I sealed your wounds with my blood and let you feed a little more after you had lost consciousness. I couldn’t let my most loyal servant die on me.” Lord Dio hummed lazily, and Vanilla looked down at himself. He was still covered in blood, but the wound on his chest was closed, a pink scar showing what had been done. He wondered if the scar could not be healed, or if Lord Dio had left it to mark him. “Come, now. Let me pick you up and bathe the blood from you. I have it ran already”
Vanilla could not respond, chest still sore, as Lord Dio lifted him up into His great arms. “Thank you…” He breathed out as he was carried to the bath, his Lord taking care of him and gently scrubbing the dried blood from his body. The situation had been terrifying, but Vanilla was now sure of it, that he was Lord Dio’s favorite, and that he was entirely deserving of that title; he was also sure that he would want this again as soon as he had recovered.