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Megumi was five seconds away from ripping out his hair. A guy in a Tommy Hilfiger hoodie had been holding up the Starbucks queue for a while now, unable to decide if he wanted an espresso or a cold brew.
The place was packed, not unusual for a Friday morning. It smelled like fresh coffee beans, sunlight streamed through the windows and the chatter was loud compared to the background jazz music. A teenage girl sighed behind Megumi.
“Nevermind,” the guy said. “Can I get a cold brew with five espresso shots?” Megumi couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, that guy wanted to die from a caffeine overdose.
Finally, the line moved. Megumi ordered a venti pumpkin spice latte.
While he waited for his order, he scanned the season specials listed behind the counter. This October; there was Pumpkin Spice, Salted Caramel Mocha, and the newest addition: Bloody Chocolate Frappuccino.
Megumi stared at the image of a Starbucks cup with thick red liquid and whipped cream on top. It didn't look out of place given the month and the Halloween decorations all over the store and street. But unlike years ago, by blood, they didn't mean red syrup, but actual out-of-the-veins-of-a-human blood.
After The Washington Post had come out with an article about vampires, five years ago, disclosing the reality of the blood-sucking individuals. Starbucks had been one of the first big corporations to get on the so-called ‘vampire market’, coming out with different alternative drinks with a base made out of a mix of human blood, animal blood, and sugar.
Someone grabbed Megumi by the waist in that instant and spun him around.
“Hey,” Sukuna grinned at him and put him down. He smelled of fresh leather and sported a thin, black jumper.
Megumi rolled his eyes. “Do you really have to do that every time we meet? It's getting old.”
Sukuna shrugged, shameless. “It's never getting old. Plus, you're too cute and small not to lift you up every time I see you.”
“Call me small again, I'll stick a green stick in your eyeball.” Megumi grabbed one from the side.
“They're actually called coffee harpoons, Memi. Or spill sticks.”
“Actually, they're called splash sticks, dear. You're late, by the way. You said you'd be here at ten and it's ten-fifteen.” Megumi thanked the barista and grabbed his cup. He took a sip and delighted in the spiciness of the hot liquid.
“Sorry about that, I didn't anticipate the traffic.”
“Seriously? That’s your excuse?” Sukuna grabbed his arms and moved him out of the way when a man tried to get to the counter.
“Why are you in such a pissy mood, baby?”
“Cause you’re late. That’s why.” Megumi raised his eyebrows.
“Nuh uh,” Sukuna shook his head. “Something happened. Why don’t you tell me all about it on our way to Tesco, yeah?”
Megumi sighed then nodded. “Wait, you aren’t going to buy anything?”
“Oh no, I already ate.”
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“So? Spill it out.” Sukuna pulled out of the parking spot after double-checking Megumi had put on the belt.
“Okay. So you remember Kamo, right? From the swimming team.” Sukuna kept his eyes on the road but nodded. “Well, we’ve been talking for a few weeks now and he was– well, he’s a bit annoying. But he’s cute and tall, and you know, he has a great back.”
“Okay.”
“Anyways, yesterday he asked if we could go out and I said yes. He took me to this fancy sushi place, which I think was a bad idea 'cause we were obviously going to hook up, and who the hell likes fish breath.”
“Some people might be into that, you know. It’s possible.”
“No way. The food was great though, and he was acting like a gentleman all night. I hadn't been with anyone, not properly at least, in like two months so I was dying to get him home, right? So he drives us to my place and I ask him to come in. We put on a movie and one thing leads to another, next thing I know he’s getting a condom and we’re both naked.”
“So, how was it?”
Megumi took a sip. “He lasted forty seconds.”
Sukuna cackled. “No way.”
“I’m not exaggerating. He got in, moved a little, and came in literal forty fucking seconds.”
Sukuna continued laughing. “What did you do?”
“Told him to get the fuck out. What was I supposed to do? No, but seriously. He offered to finger me and I said thanks but I’m good. He got dressed quickly and got out. I deleted his number right after and had to get myself off to porn. Again.”
Megumi brought his cup to his lips and pouted when he realized it was empty. Sukuna parked the car close to the store’s entrance.
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Every Saturday Sukuna drove Megumi to the store to buy groceries. It had become a habit by this point, ever since they had become friends two years ago.
“Megumi. Do you seriously need so many cereal boxes?”
Megumi glanced at the cart. He had only picked three cereal boxes. “I like to mix them up.”
Sukuna shook his head and continued to push the strolling cart toward the meat aisles. “You know, there are much healthier breakfast options. Like, eggs for example. You get your proteins and healthy fats, not just simple carbs and a fuckton of sugar.”
Megumi grabbed a carton of eggs and placed it in the cart. “Yes, mom.”
Then they walked to the aisles that had the sauces and pasta. Megumi had been craving Sukuna's bolognese for weeks. He grabbed a bottle of red sauce from the shelf. “Pasta sauce with blood flavor,” he read aloud. “Do vampires really buy this stuff?”
Sukuna frowned. “I’m sure some of them do. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a whole industry focused on them.”
Megumi put the bottle down and shrugged. “Maybe after years of only having blood that tastes like blood, they’re interested in trying new things. I guess.”
On their way to the cashier, they saw a whole section dedicated to Halloween costumes, masks, and decorations. Megumi begged Sukuna to come with him to check it out. There were pumpkin and skeleton mugs of all colors. A whole wall had masks ranging from unicorns to werewolves to wrinkly witches.
Megumi grabbed the most horrific mask he found. It had strings of white “hair” on the top, deep exaggerated wrinkles, and an uneasy smile. He put it on and turned to look at Sukuna. “How do I look?” he asked, his voice muffled.
“Actually, Meg. I think this might be the hottest I've seen you in a while.” Sukuna bit his lip and then erupted in laughter.
“Shut up.” Megumi laughed and punched him in the chest. “Ouch, stop working out so much you nearly broke my fingers.”
While they checked out the rack of costumes Megumi stumbled upon a ‘Dracula costume’ that came with fake fangs, a purple cape, and a widow’s peak. “Hmm,”
“What is it?”
“Is this type of costume still acceptable… after, you know.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Well, after vampires turned out to be real and among us, I thought these kinds of costumes would be banned or something. For being disrespectful, or I don’t know.” Megumi put it back in the rack and grabbed a pirate one instead.
“I think vampires can tolerate people putting on fake fangs and weird capes,” Sukuna said.
“I think you have to cut Kamo some slack,” Sukuna said to Megumi while the cashier checked their things. Or more like, Megumi’s things. Sukuna never bought groceries when he came to the store with Megumi. “He’s had a crush on you for ages, maybe he got a little too excited.”
“It’s not just Kamo,” Megumi said, glancing at the girl behind the cash register. She wasn’t paying attention to them. “It's the fifth time this has happened to me in three months. I’m done with these boys, Sukuna.”
Megumi checked the magazines shown on the stand. The cover of Vogue read “vampire trends to expect this fall ”, People’s magazine had the oldest vampire alive on the cover and the title ‘ the untold story of the 400-year-old woman ’. Cosmopolitan, on the other hand, had in big, red letters “ Top 10 Reasons Why Vampires are the Best Lovers. ” Megumi snagged it from the stand.
“I'm serious. I'm done with humans for good.”
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Sukuna opened the door and let Megumi in. Sukuna’s small flat always smelled delicious, it was a mix of Tom Ford cologne, expensive leather and wood. The place was tidy and cozy and not far away from Megumi’s own flat. Megumi found himself there more often than not.
They had left Megumi’s groceries in the trunk of Sukuna's car but had brought the ingredients for bolognese spaghetti. Sukuna went into the kitchen and put the bags on the counter.
Megumi took off his coat and sat on Sukuna’s white, sofa. Megumi heard a meowing sound and then ‘Noodle’, Sukuna’s black cat, came strutting towards Megumi.
“Noodle, my love!” Megumi bent over to pick up the cat and kissed the top of its head. Noodle meowed again and closed her eyes.
Sukuna put his Benny Goodman album on his classic record player.
“Do you want anything? Tea, a glass of water?”
Megumi shook his head, and a minute later Sukuna thrusted a glass of water in his hand.
Megumi laid across the couch, placed Noodle on top of his belly, and grabbed the Cosmo magazine he had bought.
There was a girl with curly hair and a bright pink dress on the cover that Megumi didn't recognize. Megumi flipped through some pages and skimmed over a few articles; Halloween makeup, celebrity gossip, and which body lotions made your skin softer.
He continued flipping pages until he found the article he wanted. He glanced around the room and didn't find Sukuna near. Noodle had fallen asleep on Megumi’s tummy.
10 Reasons Why Vampires are the Best Lovers
1- They have inhuman strength.
If you're looking for someone who can manhandle you in any possible way, vampires are your best bet.
2- They have great stamina.
It's no secret that vampires don't tire easily. They're known for being incredibly resilient and you can bet they can keep going all night long.
3- They're (likely) more experienced.
A big percentage of vampires have been around for more than a couple of decades. If you're looking for someone that has the experience of a 50-year-old, but looks like they're in their twenties, vampires are the way to go.
4- You don't have to worry about STDs.
Forget about condoms! If you love it bare, vampires are the way to go! It's impossible for vampires to carry diseases.
5- They're not afraid to get kinky.
Okay, we are aware not all vampires are the same. But most of them, at least, aren't afraid to try new things in bed.
6- They're mind-readers.
Not literally, of course. This is real life, not twilight. We mean that they have sharper senses than humans. They know how you feel based on your body language, your smell, and your heartbeat.
7- They're clean and hygienic.
Again, we're pluralizing. Based on the answers of several people that have met vampires have said they're tidy.
8- They don't have to come up for air.
Ideal for… we'll let you figure that one out for yourself.
9- They're hot (Most of them, at least.)
If they're a vampire, they're probably attractive.
10- They can be something new to try!
If none of the 9 reasons listed above convince you to try to bed a vampire, think of it as an opportunity to widen your horizons. Meet new people. Try new things.
Megumi closed the magazine with more force than necessary. Noodle jumped off of his belly with a meow and walked to the other side of the living room.
“Sorry, Noodle.” Newfound energy flowed through Megumi’s body, the only type of energy you’d get from discovering your life mission.
To get fucked by a vampire.
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The sky had gone dark enough for Sukuna to turn on the lights.
“Megumi.” He looked over Megumi’s shoulder.
“Hmm?” Megumi’s eyes remained glued to his laptop’s screen, scanning every piece of information the web had for him.
“What are you reading? That doesn't look like research for our art history paper.”
“Right.” Megumi minimized the *perfumes to attract vampires* tab.
Sukuna rolled his eyes. “I’m going to start dinner. You can set up a table when you’re done with that.”
By the end of the night, Megumi had scoured enough crevices of the internet to feel prepared to set the plan into motion.
Tonight he’d cuddle with Sukuna and watch Love Island, but in a month he’d be getting plowed by his new, hot, vampire boyfriend.
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When Monday came around, Megumi spent most of his morning classes zoning out, focusing instead on observing everyone around him.
He’d do his best to make vampires come to him but, were there even enough vampires at his college for him to attract?
A lot of qualities attributed to them were things that weren’t easy to observe. Like their sharp senses, their knowledge, their speed. Should he throw something at every guy he finds attractive and evaluate their reflexes? Maybe ask to see everyone’s baby pictures? This was going to be harder than he thought it would be.
“That’d be all for today, guys.” Professor Higuruma broke him out of his stupor. Megumi didn’t miss the way he side-eyed him. Whatever! He’d been studying the works of Brunelleschi, Rubens, and Velazquez ever since he was six, bored out of his mind and with Gojo’s extensive library at his disposal.
On his way out he dropped his pen, the same one he should’ve been using to take notes but had spent all class chewing on instead.
“Here.” A guy in a hoodie that Megumi remembered as Hakari handed it back to him. Their fingers grazed each other for a moment and… his touch was cold.
“Thank you…” Megumi froze. Was Hakari a…? By the time he had processed what he’d felt, Hakari was gone and Nobara was beside him urging him to “move” before the cafeteria ran out of mochi.
At the cafeteria, he proceeded to do the same, scan every table, and every friend group as if he had a vampire radar in him.
“So, what do you say Megumi?”
“Hmm?” Megumi turned his attention to Yuuji.
“About getting pizza on Thursday? Yuuta, Panda, and Maki already said yes.”
Megumi pouted. “I can’t eat pizza.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not eating garlic at the moment…”
Nobara narrowed her eyes. “The hell is going on with you today?”
Sukuna joined their table in that instant. Nobara turned to him for answers.
“Ah, he’s got a new obsession with vampires.” He waved off.
“It’s not an obsession,” Megumi sipped on his kale and orange smoothie, which some girl on TikTok claimed as the perfect combination to improve blood-cell production. “It’s a new interest.” Yeah, he was interested in getting his guts rearranged.
“You can get a salad or something, you’re going,” Nobara said with finality.
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The pizza joint was packed full of college students. Nobara cursed when she couldn’t find an empty table.
“Where else can we go?” She asked the group.
Megumi was too busy hugging his arms around his frame to think about another place. See, one thing all the sources he’d read agreed on is that the easiest way to attract a vampire was to expose your flesh. Especially your neck and collarbones for obvious reasons.
Incredibly inconvenient taking into account that they were in the middle of October.
“Where’s Sukuna?” Yuuji asked. “He knows a ton of cool restaurants. We could ask him.”
“Sorry, I’m late.” Sukuna popped out of the darkness, spooking them all out. Except for Megumi who was used to it. Sukuna’s eyes set on Megumi right away, he eyed his deep v-neck and frowned. “Aren’t you cold?”
“You’re one to talk.” Megumi’s teeth chattered when he spoke. Sukuna rarely wore a jacket when they were out, even during winter. Megumi chalked it up to him being masc.
“Does this have something to do with your vampire obsession? Is that why you’re flashing your nipples at us?” Nobara said.
Megumi gawked at her. So what if he’d read a blog post telling him to flash his carotid in the hopes of arousing a vampire? Before he could retort Sukuna stepped between them. “I know a nice family-owned place that’s near.”
When they arrived at a hidden bar, Sukuna excused himself. Not even ten minutes later Megumi felt warmth envelop him. Where did Sukuna find a blazer to drape over him?
Sukuna flashed him a smile and sat beside him.
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Two weeks later, Megumi’s plan had been a total failure.
To be fair, the plan had to be postponed for a week after he caught a sudden throat infection and Sukuna nursed him back to health.
During that time, he spotted the obvious flaw in his actions. All this time he'd been expecting to find a vampire at his college campus when he should've been looking for them at other types of locations, the type that opened at night and was hidden to the general public.
Like the nightclub, he was currently at.
The Happy Bat was a silly name for a place that looked exactly like a BDSM dungeon but Megumi wasn't about to complain. He probably should've brought his friends along since he knew no one and he felt a bit weird sitting all by himself at the bar but that way he wouldn't get approached as much. After two shots of vodka, his nerves eased a little.
Not even half an hour passed when a blond guy sat beside him.
He had a strong jaw, a foreign accent, and crimson-colored eyes.
The guy inhaled deeply before meeting his eyes.
"First time here, huh?"
Megumi squirmed. Damn, was he that obvious?
"How do you know?"
The guy's red eyes glinted in the dark. "I wouldn't forget your scent."
Megumi thought meeting a vampire would be a charming experience, but this one had him reconsidering being here all by himself.
His gut told him he had to get out of there, especially with the way the vampire kept eyeing him as if he was dessert, licking his lips and all. But was he about to ruin his first successful attempt at meeting a vampire? Wasn't he being paranoid?
“What’s your name, sweet thing?”
“Megumi.”
“I’m Kento. So what are you doing in a place like this all by yourself, Megumi.”
“I wanted to… meet a vampire, actually.”
“Oh,” Kento raised his brows. “Mission accomplished. Are you satisfied with meeting just one, or do you want me to introduce you to my friends?”
A group of guys approached them at that moment, all with different features but the same, thirsty look on their faces. It sent a shiver down Megumi’s spine, and not the good kind.
“Do you come here often, baby? Why hadn’t I seen you before?” One of the vampires said.
“It’s his first time here. He was dying to meet a vampire for the first time.” Kento explained between laughter.
“That's cute. He’s such a pretty blood bag. Do you want to go to another place so you can get to know us better?”
Just when Megumi was about to cause a scene. One of the vampires scrunches up his nose.
“Guys, let’s leave him alone. This one’s claimed.”
“What are you talking about, Miguel?”
“Yeah, I can smell him on his skin.”
“Who is him? Do you mean…”
Miguel and Kento had a conversation with their glances. Kento widened his eyes, and then a mix of disappointment and fear washed over his face.
“Ugh, fine.” The guys left without another comment.
Well, that was very bizarre.
Megumi headed straight for the door, shaken. Afraid if he stayed in the place he’d encounter another situation like the one before. He collided against a rock-hard chest.
“Sorry, that was my fault.” The taller stranger said. “Are you okay? Wait. Megumi?”
“Hakari?” Megumi frowned at Hakari’s fangs. “Are you a vampire?”
Hakari laughed. “Yes. Are you?”
Megumi shook his head.
“This place can be dangerous for non-vampires, you know.”
Megumi nodded, a knot forming in his throat. “I noticed.”
Hakari seemed to sense his uneasiness and offered to give him a ride home.
“Yeah, I know Kento and his group. They’re bad news for sure, I don’t know why they haven’t been banned from the club yet. I’m sorry that happened to you. How did you say you got them to leave you alone?”
“That’s the weird part… I didn’t do anything. One of them smelled something on me and told the rest to leave. He said something about being claimed. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Hakari parked the car. “It means you smell like another vampire.”
Megumi’s frown deepened. “How is that possible? I don’t know any vampires.”
“It’s funny 'cause… I actually thought you were a vampire the first time I met you. You really smell like one of us. It wasn’t until later that I realized the smell wasn’t yours, it was another vampire’s scent rubbing off on you.”
“So, you’re telling me I’ve been interacting with a vampire this whole time. Unknowingly?”
Hakari nodded.
Sukuna sat in their living room, with his glasses perched on his nose and a thick book in his lap.
“Why are you still awake?” Megumi greeted him.
“Had to catch up with some reading.”
Megumi laughed. “You’re such a liar.”
Sukuna put the book down on the coffee table. “Okay, maybe I was also waiting for you to come home. Where were you?”
Megumi smiled and walked over to him to sit on his lap, knees braced beside Sukuna’s torso. This wasn’t new to them. Both of their love languages were physical touch. He sighed in contentment when Sukuna wrapped his arms around him.
“So,” Sukuna’s tone turned urgent. “Where were you?”
A gut feeling told Megumi Sukuna could smell where he’d been. “I think you know.”
Silence. “What do you mean?”
You know that feeling when you’re in the middle of a test and you can’t respond to a single question until something snaps in your brain and suddenly you remember one of the lectures and you have all the answers? Like a domino effect.
That’s how Megumi felt at that moment.
“Can I steal these for a sec?” Megumi snatched the glasses from his face to try them on and as he expected, they had no prescription. “I went to The Happy Bat.”
Sukuna raised his brows. “Yeah? How’d it go?”
“Terrible, some vampires wanted to drain me dry.” Sukuna’s grip tightened around his waist. “But they didn’t. Apparently because they could smell another vampire on me.”
“Really?”
“Hmhmm, Hakari said the same thing. Who do you think it could be? Nobara? Yuuji?” Megumi tapped his chin pensively. “Perhaps my hot roommate that’s obnoxiously good at history, inhumanely strong, never cold. Who disappears and appears out of nowhere. Who–”
“You think I’m hot?”
Megumi rolled his eyes and punched Sukuna in the chest. He regretted that instantly when his fingers ached.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to… in the beginning. When we became friends. I was waiting to figure out if you’d freak out on me and curse me out. I was bracing myself for you to… cut me out of your life for being what I was. I know that’s not as common now, but it’s something I’ve had to go through several times. Then, we moved in together and I thought you’d be mad I’d been lying to you all this time.”
Megumi’s heart ached at the idea of other people rejecting Sukuna for being a vampire, so much so he was afraid of losing Megumi if he revealed it to him.
“Am I the first one to know? About your condition?”
Sukuna averted his eyes. “Um. Our friend group knows too. They figured it out on their own.”
Those sons of bi– Megumi scoffed.
“Oh, I’m going to destroy them when we meet again.”
Sukuna laughed fondly. “Are you mad?”
“Yeah! I’m mad at myself for not having figured it out earlier.”
“I meant- are you mad at me?”
Megumi shook his head. “No, I get why you hid it from me, but I am mad you’ve been scaring off other vampires from approaching me.”
Sukuna scoffed. “I haven’t done such a thing.”
“Especially when you knew how badly I wanted to be fucked by one of them. Is it cause you wanted me all to yourself?”
Sukuna’s cheeks turned a dusty rose. “Maybe?”
“Maybe?” Megumi faked offense. “Not yes? Fine.” He began to stand up. “Then I’ll go back to The Happy Bat, find a vampire or two who have no doubts about wanting me…” He headed for the door, but before he could grab the handle Sukuna hugged him from behind.
“No.” He growled. “You’re mine.”
A shiver went down Megumi’s spine, he’d never heard Sukuna deepen his voice like that.
Sukuna cleared his throat. “Sorry, that wasn’t—”
Megumi turned around, tugged the front of his shirt down, and kissed him. A peck on the lips at first until Sukuna opened his mouth.
His lips were mildly cold to the touch, but he tasted like sugar and black tea and he smelled like pine trees.
Megumi gasped when Sukuna threw him over his shoulder.
Seconds after he was lying on Sukuna’s bed, with Sukuna between his legs. “Do you still want to?”
“Hmm?” Megumi bit Sukuna’s lower lip.
“Do you still want to be fucked by a vampire?”
Arousal pooled in Megumi’s belly and he nodded. Sukuna licked the roof of his mouth and started undressing them both.
Megumi didn’t know if this felt so good because he was doing it with a vampire, or because it was Sukuna. He had a strong feeling it was because of the latter.
He felt warm inside, so turned on and so full of love.
Sukuna ate him out and Megumi finally felt empathy for his past conquests, embarrassed when he came in only five minutes.
Jealousy surged in his chest, how many people had Sukuna eaten out throughout his life to get so good at it?
“This is a bad idea,” Megumi said when Sukuna rubbed the head of his cock over his skin.
Sukuna froze. “Huh? What do you mean? Do you want to stop?” He took a step back.
“It’s a bad idea 'cause… there’s a chance you’ll fuck me so good I’ll never let you out of my sight. You know? You won’t be able to get rid of me. I’ll be begging you to fuck me every day for the rest of my…” Sukuna kissed him.
“That’s too bad.” He caressed Megumi’s cheek.
Sukuna pushed his cock inside, slowly, inch after inch until Megumi thought he could feel him in his belly. He dug his nails into the skin of Sukuna’s back, knowing he couldn’t really hurt him.
A few minutes later Megumi moaned, toes curling as he came a second time. Spasming around Sukuna.
After Megumi’s fourth orgasm he tapped out.
Sukuna flipped them over so Megumi was lying on top of his body, sweaty and fucked out, with a dopey smile on his face. He was going to beg Sukuna to drink from him as soon as he could feel his legs. Perhaps arrange for a wedding next autumn since he wasn’t planning on letting Sukuna be with anyone else for as long as he could live.
That article was right, vampires were truly the best lovers.
The End. 🦇