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Aizawa gently shushed you, cradled in his arms, your mouth latched onto his neck. He calmly moved in tandem with you in slight back and forth motions. He didn’t think you realized it yet, but you had a tendency to gently rock your body when you fed. He found it completely adorable, as it was yet another trait that endeared him to you. What he found less appealing was the crying. The blood you drank from him would mingle with your tears, leaving trails of distress down his collarbone and back, lingering evidence of your displeasure.
Yes, he could do without his partner sobbing every time they had to feed, yet your vulnerability was sweet. Even now, you were clinging to his shirt, a blend of emotion flitting through your face ending with relief. The rocking slowed signaling that you were nearly sated now and you’d be in less pain having eaten. The corrupt stock-broker was a good choice, Aizawa told himself, knowing you would greatly disagree if he voiced this in any way. The man shrugged it off, new vampires were always a bit picky about the blood drinking. He had gotten around your aversion by draining enough of someone for him to have his fill, then in-turn having you feed off him. Vampires themselves were fairly poor sources to drink from up until right after they fed, as it was only then the blood was fresh.
It had been weeks, but you still had trouble wrapping your head around both your situation and your kidnapper. Less than a month ago, you had been nobody. A single happenstance meeting with a brooding stranger left you with an ugly bite mark on your neck which only ached more as the days progressed. A trip to the ER had you leaving with normal test results and little more than painkillers. One week later and he showed up on your doorstep giving you the option of dying or coming with him to quench the unshakable thirst coursing through your body. You had struggled against him little -even made an escape attempt- but starvation and the looming inevitability of death has a way of making a person compliant.
So here you were, fastened to a bed with a bright silver cuff around your ankle, it’s interior lined with a plush blue velvet. Delicate, you noted, but still bondage. Now that you weren’t hungry, you could think straight, and all that crossed your mind was how much you hated it here and hated him for putting you in this position. You were going to face the rest of your life -however long that was now- drinking human blood. You couldn’t see your family and old friends were out of the question. Hell, even if you could connect, you would spend the entire time thinking of ways to exanguinate them. It was maddening. Angry tears welled up in your eyes.
Aizawa’s brows furrowed. Now came the guilt. The vampire wished you would just embrace it already. He had chosen you because you were his perfect match; calculating but soft, cunning yet sweet. Of course, no amount of cunning could work it’s way through a silver ankle cuff on a baby vampire… but you still tried and he loved you for it. He reached down to caress the chafed flesh near your foot, a hint of a smile on his lips.
“What are you doing?” You asked frowning at him, entirely unable to make sense of his expression.
“Does it hurt?” He queried, crawling closer to your spot near the far corner of the headboard. He was careful, voice soft and low as though calming a scared animal.
“…Dunno.” You muttered, head turning away, not wanting him to see you cry. You felt like you hadn’t cried this much in your entire life. Eyes constantly puffy, voice hoarse. A full stomach was the bane of your existence. Every feeding had you facing the existential nightmare that was your new life.
As though picking up on your train of thought, Aizawa stroked your head fondly, “It’s important that you understand that things will get better, easier.” He assured, “You’re not a monster, or evil, or unnatural. Things are just different.”
“Well I feel unnatural…” You said, already feeling exhausted at the conversation. It was all semantics. At the end of the day you could only survive by hunting people. Claiming anything else made you angry. “I hate you.” You stated, lower lip wobbling with the threat of more tears.
The elder vampire smiled softly and cooed at you, “I know. That will pass too.” He drew in even closer, trailing his hand from you hair to wrap around your shoulders. He positioned himself beside you, intent on offering comfort. You were working yourself up, emotions haphazard and disjointed. Eventually, he thought, you would bond to him. Aizawa wasn’t an idiot, the man knew that given enough time and isolation you would crave his presence…seek him out like he had you. He needed a way to show you that this wouldn’t be a horrible existence, it was a new and beautiful life. You could experience the world together in inhuman splendor.
“Pleasure.” He said aloud, hands making their way to your waist.
“Wh…what?” You stuttered, red flags going up in every part of your brain.
“Vampirism heightens different senses. If we were so unnatural, pleasure wouldn’t be a part of our physiology.” As he spoke he shifted you onto his lap, one hand engulfing both of yours as you began to struggle. “Be still.” He hissed. The suddenness of the command had you freezing, a domineering air filling the atmosphere. You reminded yourself that if the man was uhinged enough to attack and kidnap you, he could just as easily change his mind about keeping you alive, vampire or not.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered, eyes clenching shut when his hand shifted to your neck, the other running up along your thigh, moving the loose top he kept you in away from your panties.
Aizawa chuckled. How cute, you were scared. He let his head drop to the crook of your neck, his fingers loosely maneuvering your chin to til your head backwards as he pressed small kisses down from your jaw to your collarbone. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart.”
You shuddered as his hand slipped inside your underwear, grazing your center teasingly only to toy at your entrance. Despite yourself, you were already faltering under his attention. His breath ghosted against your ear, small movements of his fingers were drawing out a slickness he took advantage of. How could a man with such large hands be so nimble? A digit entered you only to pull out just as fast, making it’s way to your nub, using your natural lubrication to enhance your pleasure. He nipped at your ear, eliciting a whimper and with your mouth now open, the vampire glided his hand from your neck to your bottom lip, thumb caressing it as you gasped.
“One thing you have to remember, love. You are mine.”