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"I have the ability to control others too, you know."
Ronaldo looked up from his laptop, busy typing away at the manuscript for his next book. Draluc was playing on his Switch nonchalantly with John at his side.
"Oh really? With that body of yours I doubt you could even control some drunken bastard on the street."
The vampire smirked, putting his Switch into sleep mode. He placed it on the nearest table and made his way over to Ronaldo, who was already grimacing at what he imagined would come next. Begrudgingly, he closed the laptop and put his full attention on the other man. He knew at this rate he wouldn't get anything else done today.
"It's true, while I may not have as much power and reach as others, I can influence the thoughts and actions of at least a single person, especially an airheaded idiot like you." He gently prodded at the others forehead. John had taken hold of Draluc's Switch and made his way to his room, anticipating the chaos to ensue. Ronaldo kept an eye on the both of them, skeptical, embarrassed, and a little pissed off.
"I've beat your ass at every given opportunity Drac and I can do it again if that's what you're asking for, give it up." Draluc put his hands up in a quick surrender, shaking his head.
"No no no, I'm not challenging you to a physical fight you fool! I just thought you'd be interested to know... especially after all our encounters with Mr. Lewd Talk. Maybe I'll make you admit all your darkest desires to me one day, who knows!" He flashed a mischievous smile, fangs and all on display. Ronaldo grabbed him by the cape, killing him instantly.
"If you even think of trying that I'm leaving your ashes out in the sun." Draluc revives himself and takes a few cautious steps back. Ronaldo was now more confused than anything. Why was he even talking about this? Psychological warfare? Both men knew damn well how weak he is, so it couldn't be more than an empty threat or a tease, but why? He let out an overexaggerated sigh.
"Did you want to give it a try? If The Great Vampire Hunter Ronaldo so confidently thinks he can best my abilities, maybe we can make a bet, hm?" He bats his eyes innocently. Annoying. Of course Ronaldo wouldn't say no to it, his pride wouldn't let him. He grits his teeth and nods his head.
"Fine, fine. What's in it for me if I win? It better be worth all this hassle."
"If you somehow manage to break through my hypnosis, I won't show everyone at the guild your collection of AV's and erotic manga!" He reaches under his cape and pulls out an assortment of Ronaldo's personal... treasures. Dominatrixes, MILFs, pegging, and his newest manga about sexually frustrated vampires. His entire body flushed red. He wanted to die on the spot. No, he wanted to kill Draluc and then die. But if he does that, would Draluc go to the guild and ruin his reputation in revenge? My god, it was psychological warfare.
"Alright asshole, let's get this over with. What do I do now?" His eye twitched, his voice was shaky trying to contain his rage, so embarrassed and powerless. Draluc was enjoying every second of it and made sure it was known to the other man. The plan was in action!
"Well, John has already left the premises so we don't have to worry about the poor thing bearing witness to this. Just sit down on the couch, get comfortable, and try to get that tiny brain of yours to work! all I need to do is give you a liiiiittle bite. From there, we'll see if you can fight it off. Understood?" Ronaldo was red again. He sat on the couch with his head down in shame. Was he really going to let a vampire bite him to prove a point? Yes, yes he was. What an idiot. A cold hand lifted his head and tilted it to the side.
"If we're going to do this I need to actually be able to bite your neck. Quit pouting like a child. Are you sure you want me to do this?" He was gentler with him, Ronaldo could at least respect that. He was a vampire, but he wasn't a monster.
"Yes okay I get it, just-just get it over with." His voice was at a higher pitch, eyes screwed shut, not wanting to watch as Draluc dug his fangs into him. So embarrassing, so stupid. There was a breath at his neck suddenly, causing goosebumps to cover him. With a sudden movement, Draluc pressed his fangs into pale flesh. It lasted only a few moments, but something about it felt good, really good, the numbing properties clouding Ronaldo's view, obviously. It drew out a pleasant sigh from him, and as soon as the contact happened, it ended.
Draluc licked his fangs and mouth clean. The blood was not unpleasant, but the amount of sugary sweetness almost made him turn to dust. He needed to get Ronaldo to eat better, maybe then his blood will be more palatable. Let's not unpack why he was thinking about drinking his blood in the future, there's a more pressing matter at hand. He looked to the other man who, as Draluc expected, was completely gone. He laughed at the mans empty expression, the dumbass couldn't even last 5 seconds.
Ronaldo felt like he was floating, he was there, but his limbs felt like jello. Everything was unfocused and he couldn't grasp any kind of thought except for Draluc. His brain was completely empty aside, but with an itching need for the figure in front of him. Foggy thoughts came and went, fantasies about Draluc taking him, putting him on a leash, teasing him like a precious dog. This couldn't be his own desires, the vampire must be planting them into his brain. He refused to believe it.
"Well it looks like I've already won, but since we're already here, why don't we have some fun?" He smiled down at his new plaything, before remembering, "Ah! Of course, if I do anything you do not want me to do, you are allowed to tell me and I will end everything. Nod your head if you understand."
Ronaldo felt like his head was underwater as he slowly nodded up and down. He already lost... whatever they were doing... So what could Draluc possibly want now? He let out a small groan despite himself. There is no fucking way he was enjoying this. Draluc made that face again and he wanted to punch him but he couldn't. His limbs were only good for pawing at the air, it seemed. Hell, did he even want to hurt him? His disconnected thoughts were interrupted by a sultry voice.
"Now then, I've seen some of the things you watch and read. Unfortunately I'm not some woman with massive breasts here to coddle you, but I did notice your sudden interest in male vampires... would that happen to be because of Lord Draluc?" There's that shit eating grin. Even in this state Ronaldo can tell he's enjoying this way too much. What does he even get from constantly embarrassing him and finding out his sexual fantasies? Even with Mr. Lewd Talk, Ronaldo could tell that Draluc was getting off to it, egging him on. Something in his empty brain clicked then with clarity, but it was lost almost instantly. He needed to answer his master.
His body caves no matter how much his brain tried to resist, and he nods a frantic 'yes' to Draluc's question. God, of course it would be because of Draluc. A male vampire comes and lives with you and suddenly you're getting off to them, it was obvious. He braces himself for rejection, anger, teasing, something, but the vampire instantly turns to sand. He regenerates, now with a very flustered expression. Draluc... did not expect that. He truly didn't. It's an odd way to find out his feelings were reciprocated, but no matter. A little less composed now, with much more resolve, he puts on a brave face and continues.
"Tell me, only if you truly desire to, what do you want Lord Draluc to do to you?"