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In this world, vampires are no stuff from nightmares. All stories from hundreds of years ago where they were portrayed as evil creatures of the night, have been burned. Now, they all live amongst people. Somehow, it became the norm for vampires and humans to form families together. Of course, there were still people that were against these relationships, or against vampires as a whole, and vampires that were against humans. It's like it was in their nature to fear something different from them, something they did not understand and did not take the time to understand. Now, this is not to say that all vampires were angels, just like not all humans are saints. There were the occasional vampire attacks on people, which made the "anti-vampire" movement even worse.
You had always been very interested in vampires, their fangs that would sharpen just a little bit more for each day they went without blood, until their desire snaps and they attack. So, you could say that vampires usually don't attack on their own free will, but from their body screaming for nutrition. You often used to sulk about being a 'mere human', stating that it was boring. On your 10th birthday, you made a wish asking for whatever was out there to somehow magically turn you into a vampire. Furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance once Caleb would laugh out loud next to you, "Pips, you do realize your wish wont come true if you say it out loud?" He pats your head as your eyes widen, you really hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Why do you wish so badly to be like those creatures, dear?" Your grandmother would ask you, causing you to frown at the word 'creatures'. Though she had nothing against them, the word 'creatures' was still often used by everyone. For what else were they? They certainly weren't human, so wouldn't the correct term be creature? Like in those stories, creatures of the night. Except they were no longer 'creatures of nights' since they could now go out and enjoy the sun like every human, a special formula had been made for them, for their skin to not burn when the sun caressed it. Now, in your eyes, they were human like everyone else. Humans with sharp fangs and a thirst for blood, which most of them quenched by drinking either donated blood or the blood from animals.
"I think they're cool. I wish for their sharp fangs and soft skin." You had replied, earning a nod from your grandmother and a smile from your brother. Whenever you mentioned vampires around him, he would always get this confusing expression on his face. You could never read what he was feeling or thinking, but all he was doing was smiling. But this smile always seemed.. stiff? forced? to you. You never thought too much of it, maybe he was just annoyed at you mentioning vampires for the 10th time today and it was only 1pm. A year later, it was found that the blood of relatives tasted the sweetest to them. It was stated that the blood of a relative was so similar to the vampires own blood, and the most compatible, therefore tasted the sweetest to them.
"I wonder how it feels to have someone suck my blood." You say one morning while your brother hands you your breakfast. His hands freeze for a second before he clears his throat, "why do you say that?" You shrug your shoulders, staring at the food in front of you. "I dunno. I think it would be a weird feeling, right? Maybe its similar to drawing blood." "Maybe. Ooor, maybe it feels like getting your life drained." You raise an eyebrow at his statement, "how would that even feel?" He shrugs and gives you a small smiles, "confusing question, right? that's how I felt when you asked yours." You roll your eyes at him, focusing on your breakfast. People would often say the feeling of your blood getting sucked out of you was, weird. To say the least. And it was always different for everyone, if it was forcibly getting taken from you, pain would engulf your entire being, and it really was like getting your life drained out of you. But if it was something that you wanted, pleasure like no other would start from these fangs and swim their way into your every being. Like a snake biting into you and filling you up with poison, only this time it would be pleasure, overwhelming pleasure being forced into you.
It was why vampire 'love' places where so popular now, everyone wanted to get this feeling, it was like a drug. Something weak humans could not resist. No one in your family(which only consisted of your brother and grandmother) were vampires, and you seriously felt like you were missing out. So when one day you meet a vampire at school, you immediately befriend him. Yes at first you only befriended him because he was a vampire, and you felt a bit guilty at that. But eventually you did see him as an actual friend, and him being a vampire meant nothing to you.
"Have you ever wanted to be bitten?" You pause your chewing on the sandwich Caleb had made for you and look at your friend. He's staring right back at you with a neutral expression, but you could see a hint of hunger behind his eyes. You swallow and think for a second, yes, you had never stopped wanting to have that feeling that made people so addicted. I mean, you weren't immune to pleasure okay? You wanted to know what the big deal was. "Yeah. Ever since those.. vamp pleasure hotels or whatever started, I admit I've.. wanted to try them before." He laughs at you, "whoa, pleasure hotels? You're only 13. Gonna be a looong while until you can go to one of those!" You roll your eyes, "duh." You continue eating while he calms down, looking up after a few minutes of silence had passed.
"Why.. do you ask?" His face flushes and he looks away. "Well, I.. I wanted to ask if.. you know, we could.. try it." You stare at him, at his face that becomes more red by the second before what he says finally sinks in. "What?!" His hands fly up and he covers your mouth, "shh! Not so loud!" He looks around nervously, only a few kids that were near you both had turned their heads, but quickly lost interest. You reach your hands up to his to remove them, "are you serious? This isn't allowed. We could get in really bad trouble." He sinks back into his chair, nodding. "I know, but the mark doesn't even last long, and you could easily hide it. And, we would of course do this somewhere no one would see us. Aren't you curious about this 'amazing' feeling you humans get during this?"
You really were. Really, really were so so curious. Dangerously curious, because you were seriously contemplating his ask. No one will be home later, grandma has to stay at some hush hush place and Caleb was staying late at practice. You would have at least 3 hours to yourself, it wouldn't take longer than that, right?
You find yourself sitting on your bed, hands nervously fiddling with your school skirt. Your friend sits next to you, just as nervous, if not more. "So, uh.." He clears his throat, turning slightly to face you, eyes staring at your neck. "How uhm.. where do you want it?" You blink, where do you want it? What does he mean? Shouldn't he 'instinctively' know where to bite as they always say? Well, that was said about adult vampires, not teens.. "Just, uh, on my neck? The left side?" You brush your hair away to expose the skin there, and his pupils dilate. He nods at you before standing up to sit on your left side. His left hand reaches up to glide along your neck, pressing his finger against it gently, perhaps to find a good place to sink his teeth into. You do know your fair share on how this is done, the vampire uses their fingers to glide along the neck(or any place where they wish to bite, usually the neck though) to feel where your weak point is, where the skin is the most thin but holds the most blood. This is all instinctual, something rooted deep in their brains.
They often say its difficult to describe just how they know, "we just know." is what they say. Your pulse picks up once you realize he seemed to have found the place. His face leans in closer, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your sensitive neck. "You know, your.." he inhales deeply, his words shaking as he speaks while exhaling. "Your scent is so sweet. It's been driving me crazy." He licks at your neck, and for some reason your stomach twists. Was this right? you've only known him for 8 months, and you've often thought about how handsome and gentle he was, that if he were to confess to you, you'd say yes. But for some reason it felt wrong, it felt like your body was rejecting him. You ignored the feeling, you cant stop now can you? You've already gotten this far. But as you feel his teeth on your skin, about to puncture, you push him away without thinking.
He falls to the floor, and immediately becomes hostile. "What the hell? What was that for?" You shake slightly, "I'm sorry I.. I can't do this." He stands up and grabs your arm, "well, it's too late for that." His expression takes that of anger, and yours of fear. He pushes you down, holding both your wrists in his hand. You thrash in his hold, "let me go!" you cry, but its of no use. Vampires have always been stronger than humans, no matter the age. A 15 year old vampire is way stronger than a 20 year old fit human. So, a 14 year old vampire boy versus your 13 year old self, who never did any physical activity and always got beaten by the school stairs, had the absolute upper hand over you.
You sob, begging for someone outside to hear your screams. But no one comes. You feel his fangs on your neck, sharper than before and let out a loud scream. Ah, this was a vampires desire.
Caleb opens the door to his home, setting down his bag. His practice had ended early, surprisingly. He wondered if you were home, maybe laying down on your stomach in bed, swinging your legs in the air as you scroll on social media. He smiles to himself, but that smile quickly vanishes at the sound of your sobbing. He moves quickly towards your room, heart pounding so loudly its all he hears. He tries to open your door, but its locked. Your screaming fills his head, and he uses his evol to rip the door open, and without thinking also uses it to fling the boy holding your wrists together off of you. Your small frame quickly scrambles to stand up, and once you see him you run into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, still staring at the creature squirming on your floor, head bleeding from coming into contact with your wall.
"Go to my room." His voice is stern, and you quickly nod. Once he hears the distinct click of a lock(both you and him had locks to your bedrooms, Caleb was at first the only one until you begged your grandmother for your own when you turned 13. You stated you were at the age where you too needed privacy, and even though Caleb didn't get his lock until he was 15, she still said yes) he focuses all his attention to this.. thing. "Agh, the fuck man? who--" His words are cut when he feels pressure on his neck, and is lifted in the air. "Who the fuck are you?" Calebs voice is deep, and full of authority. You'd think this was a full grown man who had already lived a long time, not a 16 year old boy.
The boys eyes widen in fear, and his pupils go back to normal, the hunger in his eyes leaving all together, as if he was finally coming to. He tries to speak, but that only angers Caleb more as he tightens his hold on his neck. "I'll show you what happens, if you ever go near her again."
Silence is all you hear as you sit inside of Calebs closet, surrounded by his calming scent. Your trembling would not stop, how could you be so stupid? Letting him into your home when no one else was here. When Caleb wasn't here. It wasn't as if you guys were the best of friends, he had given you no real reason to trust him that much. Yet you still let him in, all because of your dangerous curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.
You hear Calebs voice call out for you from outside his room, quickly getting out of his closet to let him in(you wonder why he wouldn't just use his evol to unlock the door like he had so often done to yours). Once you do open it, you look up and are greeted by his calming smile, and you break down all over again. He wraps his arms around you, "oh, pips, its okay. He's gone." You don't really want to know what he means by 'gone', since your brother most certainly isn't afraid to do things that are a bit... yeah, when it comes to you. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as you cry into it. "I'm sorry, I was stupid. I just wanted to know what it felt like. I wasn't thinking." He runs his hand up and down your back, his other resting under you, holding you up.
He moves towards his bed, sitting down. You calm down after a few moments, and you lean back to look at his face. "Wanted to know what what felt like, pips?" The hand that was holding you up now comes into contact with your face, his thumb brushing away your tears. Your face flushes, but you confess anyway. Confess that you had let that boy in so he could sink his fangs into the thinnest part of your neck to drain your blood, all so you could feel some 'pleasure' that might as well just be fake. I mean, you had wanted it, so why did it terrify you so once his teeth scraped your skin?
Caleb was quiet under you, before the hand wiping your tears moved down to your neck. You shivered, but this time not in fear. You automatically bared your neck more once you realized he was doing the exact same thing the boy did, using his fingers to find that perfect spot on your neck. Once he did find it, he leaned his face in and inhaled deeply. Your arms tightened around his neck, wanting him to stay just like that. "Caleb, why are you.." You didn't finish your sentence, couldn't. The thought that your brother was one of them, seemed impossible to you, yet you had always had your doubts in the back of your mind. There were times when he would wear masks to cover his mouth, saying he was sick and didn't want it to get to you. His pupils were slightly dilated, and at night you'd sneak into his room and open his mouth, seeing his fangs just a bit sharper than usual. He was always very sensitive to smell, and when you'd get wounded and blood would seep out, he always seemed very strained when helping you patch it up.
"Caleb, do I smell bad?" He laughs, his right hand rubbing soothing circles on your knee, holding a bandage in his other. "Now why do you say that? You know I always think you smell sweet, like apples covered in melted sugar." "Yeah but, your nose is scrunched up." He swallows and ignores your statement, silence encompasses the both of you as he finishes bandaging you up. He moves his hand up to caress your cheek, "don't worry pips. I just hate seeing you wounded." His pupils were dilated as he spoke, face slightly flushed, a need hidden underneath his words. You only nodded, standing up to get back to your skateboard.
You let out a shaky breath when he licks at the sensitive skin on your neck, nibbling slightly. "This is what you wanted from him? From some random that could never be what you truly needed?" You close your eyes as you feel something sharp lightly scrape against your skin, hand moving up to his hair to grip at it tightly, from fear or from nervousness you didn't know. He lets out a groan at you tugging his hair, the sharpness pressing into your skin, one move away from piercing it. "If I had known how desperate you were to feel this, I would have done it for you. Don't go to some other boy. Don't let someone else touch you like this, okay?" Your brother had always been strict with you when it came to boys, he hated seeing them near you. Not that he was any good with girls either, but he was still a bit better than them and when you asked why, "girls aren't like boys. Boys are more dangerous."
Once he had gotten his 'fill', he moved back. You were confused, as you hadn't felt anything. "Caleb?" He smiles up at you, "what? were you expecting me to bite you?" Your pupils are dilated, and your lower stomach feels weird. Were you expecting him to bite you? "Why did you never say anything about you being a vampire? Does grandma know?" He shakes his head, "there was no need for you to know. And grandma.. agreed." You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance at the fact that they had both kept this from you, you deserved to know! Especially with how obsessed you had been with them, like, all your life. He chuckles at your expression that reminded him of an angry kitten. "Don't be angry, pips." He kissed the corner of your mouth as he had always done since you were kids, his way of apologizing(because it was the only way you'd accept his apology).
"Then.. where have you been getting your blood? Are you drinking from strangers?" Caleb drinking blood from other people(even if they were donated, and it was what he was supposed to drink) didn't sit right with you. They study they did with blood from relatives tasting the sweetest for vampires, had also said that drinking blood from strangers was like humans drinking gasoline or oil. And while you guys weren't blood related, you still thought that your blood would taste the sweetest to him, seeing how you had been together since forever, your first memory includes him in it. He shakes his head, "don't you worry about that. Don't make me regret letting you know about my secret, okay?" You nod at him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could rest his head on your chest.
You grandmother was not exactly happy when you asked her why she didn't want Caleb telling you about this big secret. She had sent Caleb to his room without dinner, causing you to refuse it as well. You don't understand why she was so mad about you knowing, it wasn't a big deal. Your grandmother became more strict about you two being alone together, often forcing you to go with her when she had to be away for some hours. Night time was really the only time when you'd get your alone time with your brother, and you used that time to ask him all the questions you had in your head while he touched all over your face and hair, like he was making up for not being able to touch you during the day. Your breath stuttered each time he came into contact with your neck, gently pressing down on that spot. He didn't need to look for it now, he automatically knew where it was. You decided it must just be because he remembered it from the first time.
"What about the smell? You being sensitive to it must mean you're extra sensitive to the smell of blood." His neutral expression stares down at you, before he inhales deeply, a smile forming on his face as he exhaled shakily. "Only yours." You blink up at him, "mine?" he nods, gliding his palm up your arm to your neck, holding you gently but firmly. He leans in, taking deep breaths of you. "Yeah," his tone is sultry, making you shiver. "You smell so sweet. So sweet, I feel like I'd get cavities if I were to bite into you." You swallow nervously, moving your arm up to press against the back of his head to push it deeper into your neck, feeling him shivering against you. "Pipsqueak.." He presses his lips against your neck, staying there for some seconds before moving away. "Why wont you bite?" you whisper, looking down where you only see his hair. "I.. I can't. Don't ask me that." He responds, voice desperate, sounding as if he was doing his best to hold back. You say nothing, ignoring your aching need to beg for him to just puncture your skin with his fangs that you know are getting sharper by the day, you've been watching. You wake up the next day, and Caleb is gone. You turn to lay on your back, staring up at your ceiling. Your neck practically throbs, and you just want so desperately for him to calm it.
Ever since then, you'd often asked him to bite. One time, you even pleaded. "Caleb, I don't get why you're being so stubborn!" He shakes his head at you with a pained smile, "your curiosity knows no bounds, huh pips?" you huff at him and cross your arms over your chest. What was his deal? Was it seriously this big thing to be bit? If so, why did people then let random strangers bite into them? It's not like this was imprinting. You're forced out of your thoughts when you feel his hand on your head, stroking your hair, softening your expression and annoyance at him. "You're only thinking like this cuz you're young'n curious. Maybe, if you still want it when you're older, I can indulge you." Your eyes widen in excitement, "you swear?!" he chuckles but says nothing, and you take that as yes, of course.
And now, 4 years later, you find yourself standing in front of him late at night once again. You've been oh so patient with him, and the bubbling need to have his teeth in your neck felt like it was about to burst your inside. You didn't even know why you were so adamant on having his teeth on you, it was like a primal need, like if he didn't do this you'd die. "Pips.." He trails off, swallowing nervously. Nope. You sit on his lap, thighs straddling him, and his eyes widen while his hands curl into fists at his sides. You move your hand up and pull on his upper lip and, yep, there it is. His fangs had gotten so impossibly sharp, you wondered how his mouth wasn't bleeding and had no cuts, surely he had often bit into it with these things. "Oh, look how sharp they've gotten." You use your index finger to press gently on his fang, almost breaking skin with how sharp it was even though you were barely pressing on it.
He moves his head away, "don't. You'll hurt yourself." You give him a sympathetic smile, "you must really want to bite into someone, huh? Your self control is commendable." You whisper, causing him to close his eyes and groan in frustration. "I'm right here, and I've wanted it for years. Why do you still reject me?" Each time he'd reject you, it felt physically painful. Like you were being denied something that was yours, something that your body needed to survive. Your brother could just as well have been denying you water the entire time these past years. "Please. One bite. Please, I'll.. I'll be obedient, I won't give you any trouble ever again! I'll wash the dishes, do my laundry, everything!" Well.. you weren't exactly telling the truth, of course you'd still make him do the laundry, but maybe you'd wash the dishes every now and then when you felt like it.
Caleb makes a pained sound, his hand coming up to rest against your hip. You shiver in delight once you see his pupils growing slightly bigger, his face becoming more flushed as he takes in deep breaths, you could tell his restraint was holding on by a thread. "You.." He breathes out, looking up at you with hooded eyes, the slight anger in them makes your heart speed up. "You are too stubborn for your own good." You laugh, "you've always known that." He lets out a breathy chuckle, gaze moving down to your neck. "Besides, do you seriously want me going to someone else for this?" His expression takes one of anger, and his palm possessively grips the back of your neck, pulling you closer so he can inhale your scent. You whimper as you feel his fangs scrape against your neck, the memory from all those years ago of when you'd last felt it comes up.
Except this time, they were way sharper. Way, way, waaaay sharper... you feel him smirk against your neck, "what, scared? gonna back out now?" You shake your head, it's not that you were scared. In fact, them being sharper made it all the better. It meant they would go in more easily, they would slide into your muscles and take more blood from you to soften themselves. "Good." Is all the warning you get in a whisper before feeling stinging pain of what could only be described as knives sinking into the most vulnerable spot on your neck. He sinks his fangs completely into you, letting out a primal groan. It feels like being bitten by a snake, and you await for the poison to pour into you. When it does, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure makes you want to run away. It truly was like no other, you had never felt this before, and you finally understood why no one could properly explain this feeling. You didn't know if you wanted to hold him there, not let his teeth leave your skin, or if you wanted to rip them out of you.
It flows into you, dances around your veins and floods your brain. When he pulls out, the feeling relents. You're squirming in his hold, his arms snaking around your waist and his lips attach themselves to your wounds, and you feel your blood being sucked out. You pay no attention to it, as all you can focus on is the blossoming feeling in your lower stomach, and the clearing of your mind that had been clouding you for years, ever since you found out about Caleb's secret.
He drinks and he drinks, as if he had been dying of thirst before, and the more he drinks the tighter the thread in your lower stomach becomes. "Caleb.." You gasp, before your body stiffens as the thread snaps. He continues drinking while you calm down from your high, before giving you one last kitten lick and kiss, leaning back to look at you.
Your eyes are slightly dazed as you stare off into nothing, finally coming to once you hear his chuckle. “So, has your curiosity been satisfied?” You swallow. Would it be wrong of you to wish for more? Is it wrong that you want him to drain you of all your blood? You felt that it belonged to him, not you. Your blood was his nutrition, you wanted nothing more than for him to take what was his. “Yes.” You say instead, “was that so difficult?” You raise an eyebrow at him, referring to all the time’s he’d rejected you of this.
He shakes his head before resting it on top of your chest, again reminding you of when you were sat on top of him just like this, wanting nothing more than for him to bite. “Why did you always reject me? I don’t understand.” Caleb is silent for a few seconds, and you start thinking he wont answer. “I guess I was… scared I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” “Stop yourself? From what?” “Marking you.”
You continue staring down at him. Marking was something you’ve only recently learned that vampires can apparently do, what can’t they do at this point. It’s usually only done if the vampires significant other is a human, since it lengthens their lifetime, many humans have lived to 200 or even 300 years because of it. Its nothing like a thousand, but it’s still a lot. If a vampire gets marked, their lifespans are unaffected since they can already live for more than a thousand years.
You're about to respond to his words, but you abruptly stop at feeling something.... hard under you. Your face flushes, while Calebs eyes darken. He lets out a breath, "you should leave now, pipsqueak." You say nothing, your tongue feels too heavy and your mouth too dry. Your cheeks are burning, you're sure they're filled with color. A beat passes, the only sound being your quiet breaths. "Caleb.." you manage a whisper, though you have no idea what to say. He’s right, you should leave. You shouldn't be sitting on your brothers lap, feeling his hard-on. Yet here you are, your body refusing to move. He gives you a look of warning, but you ignore it and look down. You can see the form of.. something, in his pants, so close to you. You want to move closer, but you shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't. He grips your hips tightly when you do finally move, "pips." he lets out a low groan, shaking his head slightly.
Ah, if it's so wrong, then why does your heart beat speed up to match his own rhythm? Why does your lower stomach feel weird, and what's with the throbbing between your legs? Why do you want nothing more than to grind down on him? It's as if Caleb could read your thoughts, as he gently moves you away from him, so there's an appropriate amount of distance between you and him. "You got what you wanted, right?" He speaks in a gentle tone, as if he were trying to negotiate with a child that had a death grip on his arm. You pout, realizing now that it wasn't enough. Now you want even more.
You've always looked at greed as a bad thing, and this is exactly why. Greed was powerful, it wants more, the cup overflowing yet acting as if there's not even a drop inside. "Caleb, I want more." He stares at you, while you continue looking at his situation. It strains, looks painful. You want to free it. You reach your hands out, and come into contact with the zipper, yet before you can come into contact with it he takes your hands in his and brings them up to his chest. "Please, you're making this very difficult for me." He lets out a pitiful laugh, clearly trying his best to hold back once more. "Is this yet again something I'll have to wait for? How many years this time?" You tilt your head to the side slightly, finally looking up at his face that now stares down at your guys' hands. His hold on you tightens, "no. This isn't something you want. You.." he can't seem to finish his sentence, seems he doesn't know what to blame your needs on this time.
"You want me to go to someone else for this then?" "No." His eyes snap up to meet yours, anger and irritation swirling around in them. He clenches his jaw in annoyance, "just, please.. not now." "then when? tomorrow? in 3 years? 10?" You scoff. "I won't wait forever." He smiles up at you, "I know you have a limit to your patience." "Yet you keep testing it." You remove your hands from his, standing up only to sink down onto your knees. This takes Caleb by surprise, which you take advantage of and spread his legs open, moving your face closer to his crotch. You give it a quick kiss, and look up, seeing his expression take on one of frustration, yet he makes no move to stop you. You grab the zipper between your teeth, and slowly drag it down, keeping eye contact with him.
Once it’s down, you lick at the front, the heat from it burning your tongue. Or maybe that’s just your own body catching on fire. You’re about to remove his boxers, but gravity is no longer yours. You’re lifted up in the air, and held there as he zips up his pants and stands up, ignoring your pouting face. “Caleb, put me down!” His response is a small smile as he walks towards his door, opening it. You’re finally on the move, but once you realize you’re getting kicked out of his room, you flail your arms around. Of course, this means nothing to Caleb, as he simply uses his evol to keep you from spinning yourself around. He finally plants you down on your feet, some ways away from his bedroom, and before you can run right back into his room, he closes and locks it.
You run towards it anyway, yelling out for Caleb to open it. He doesn’t listen, and after a few minutes you huff out in annoyance, “whatever, I’ll find someone else eventually!” You stomp to your room, and slam it shut. You think Caleb probably knows you don’t mean it, which only annoys you more. A knock on your door startles you, and for a second your nerves light up, but are quickly calmed when you hear your grandmother’s voice, asking if you were okay. “Yeah.. sorry, grandma. I’m okay.” Her voice is slightly muffled because of the closed door, but you hear her telling you to not let your brother get under your skin too much. You roll your eyes, “okay, grandma.”
Caleb stares at his door, listening to your angry footsteps as they walk away. He breathes in through his nose, sweat forming around his forehead. The scent of your blood still lingers in his nasal cavity, each inhale only strengthening that smell. The taste of sugar covered apples still rests on the sides of his tongue, and he’s sure he’ll get a cavity from this. He knew your blood would taste sweet, he just didn’t know it’d taste this sweet. He moves away from it and staggered to his bed, the strain in his pants begging to be freed. He makes quick work of his zipper, not bothering to fully take off his pants, and pulls himself out. He lets out a groan as he wraps a hand around it, copious amounts of precum has already collected around the tip, now leaking down on the bed.
He closes his eyes, he swears your scent is trying to drown him. His head feels dizzy, and his mouth tingles, the urge to mark you had been so very strong. He has no idea how he managed to hold back, especially with you being so stubborn. You call him stubborn, he chuckles, the difference is he’s stubborn to protect you from making rash decisions. Color fills his entire face, the tips of his ears burn as he throws his head back, setting a quick pace with his hands. Usually, he takes his time when doing this, thinking about you. Before, he’d use your clothes, anything he could get his hands on. Preferably, he liked them used. Washed, clean clothes were better than nothing but still they never compared to your used ones, where your smell was stronger. Ah, how’s he supposed to act normal now? How’s he supposed to act as if he doesn’t want to sink his teeth into your neck, inner thighs, wrists, everything, after having had a taste of the forbidden fruit that is you.
He bites down on his lower lip, his chest heaving up and down as his hand moves even faster, squeezing slightly at the top and dragging his thumb over his slit. He continues rutting into his hand, feeling his release quickly building up. He could never last long thinking about you, and now with your taste lingering on his tongue and your scent dancing around his head, it was all too much. His body tenses up for a second, before spurts of white leave him, along with a low broken moan of your name. He breathes heavily, the fog in his head clearing slightly. Of course, he would mark you one day. There was no way he’d ever let anyone else have you, and even if this was something you didn’t want…… Caleb pauses. Well, he’s just looking out for his little sister. That’s all there is to it. But it’s a good thing this is something you do want.
"Don't lie to me, Caleb." You stare down at your brother, frowning with your arms crossed under your chest. Caleb sits on your couch, looking guilty. "I know you haven't been drinking any blood. Your fangs could cut through all kinds of rough material with how sharp they are." Caleb reaches his hand up to cover his mouth, he had come to visit you wearing a mask over his mouth, which had of course immediately made you suspicious. He was always very stubborn when it came to drinking donated blood from strangers, and saying that animal blood tasted too much like iron(even though that's what its supposed to taste like..). "It's really not that big of a deal, pips. I can manage just fine." Your eyes squinted slightly at him, your eyebrows furrowing. Of course, it wasn't just the mask. His pupils were blown, his face flushed. Memories of younger Caleb kneeling in front of you putting a bandage on your scraped knee flashes through your mind, he had looked the exact same back then, you had thought nothing of it. "Caleb, you've already drank from me once. Why can't you do it again?" He avoids eye contact with you, "ah, it's just..." he shakes his head. "Really, you don't have to worry." You scoff, is he serious? "Says you. You're such a worrywart, yet as soon as I start being concerned about you, you shut me out. What's with you?" He knitted his brows, clearly fighting demons in his head.
"I was afraid of not being able to hold back. On marking you." You suddenly remembered what he had told you, all those years ago when you were 17. Was he worried? That he wouldn't be able to stop himself? You chew on your bottom lip, you had wanted it back then. You had wanted him to take you, but what about now? Did you still want it? You were unsure. And, don't forget that he's your brother. Well, not biologically.. but that's how you grew up. With him as your big brother. You as his little sister. Though, you're pretty--very--sure sisters don't nose around their brothers crotches. You cringe slightly at the memory, trying to ignore just how desperate younger you was. But now you're 21. Marking you would mean never being with anyone else. You'd be his. He'd be yours. The thought of that... didn't phase you. You've always wanted it to be you and him, anyway. The thought of him with anyone else?
Your expression takes one of anger, no. That's not going to happen. You take a seat next to him, staring down at your hands that rest on your lap. Caleb is quiet. "Caleb.. is this about the.. marking thing?" He stills, brows rising in surprise. "Because, if it is then.. I really don't mind it." You sit in silence for a few seconds, finally looking up when you feel his palm rest against the back of your neck. "You.." He begins, voice low and strained, pupils so dilated his purple color is almost nonexistent. He gives you a slight smile, and lowers his head so his nose comes into contact with yours. Your breath hitches, if you leaned in just a little, your lips would touch. "Ah, you're really going to be the death of me." You say nothing, can't, because his lips are on yours. His kiss is gentle, it's less like a kiss and more like he just wanted to feel your lips against his. When he pulls back, his expression send shivers down your spine. His grip on your neck tightens, and he tilts his head slightly to give you a proper kiss this time. You automatically kiss him back, though a bit clumsily as you've never done it with anyone before. You feel him smirk against you.
His tongue runs along your lower lip, and even though you were inexperienced, you still understood what he wanted. You part your lips hesitantly, and he slips his inside, exploring the inside of your mouth before coming into contact with your own tongue. The feeling was a weird, but not in a bad way. You can't help the moan that escapes from your throat and into his mouth, which he happily swallows, a groan of his own leaving him. The hand on your neck runs down to your lower back, and he pulls you onto his lap and uses his free hand to cup your cheek. His tongue refuses to leave your mouth, and you're starting to become short of breath, though you can't really find it in yourself to care. He moves his hand from your back to rest on your hip, squeezing slightly and pulling you more against him so your crotches touch. You gasp at feeling his hard-on press against you, only growing bigger by the second. Drool is starting to collect on the sides of your mouth, some of it dripping down yet Caleb shows no sign of stopping. "Caleb..!" You try to speak between kisses, opting to finally push against his chest to get his mouth off you. You both pant heavily, he stares at you while you stare at the dent in his pants. You still remember the first time you felt it, saw it through his underwear, yet you don't remember it being this.. big.
"What?" He whispers and leans in to lick and kiss your neck. "Isn't this what you wanted?" "Uhm.." How does he think you're supposed to answer while he's assaulting your neck like this? You can barely think, he needs to give you a bit of a break! "Caleb--" You try to push him away, yet his hand grabs both of yours by your wrists to stop you. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head against your neck, "uh-uh, my name isn't a safe word. Better come up with another method quickly to get me to stop." Your eyes widen as you look down at him, greeted by his sly smile. He licks a stripe up your neck, planting a gentle kiss against that spot on it. Was he going to do it? You weren't too sure just how vampires marked others. All you knew was that they would bite into their lovers neck, and drink from them while their teeth were still inside, unlike last time, where Caleb had taken them out and then drank from you. You wrap your arms around his neck, your hand plunging into his hair, that had grown down to his neck, sticking out. He had talked about cutting it again, but you forbade him from doing so, saying that he shouldn't spend money on something so trivial(though the real reason was that he just looked way too good like this).
"Pipsqueak.." he breathes out, voice trembling slightly against you. Unable to stop yourself, you grind down on him, seeking even just the tiniest bit of relief. His own arms wrap around your waist, one hand snaking up your back, planted firmly between your shoulder blades so he can pull you impossibly close to him, as if he were trying to merge you both into one being. His breath his heavy against you, you hear him take deep inhales of you. He plants kisses around your neck, before finally opening his mouth and scraping your neck with his teeth. You nod quickly against him, and he slowly sinks them into you. You let out a yelp and arch your back into him, feeling the pain overtake you. Marking wasn't exactly pleasurable, but even so, the thought of him marking you as his made it feel good. It felt right. That overwhelming need for him to take you snakes its way into you again, you had forgotten it. Forgotten how badly you wished for him to drink every last drop of your blood, till there was nothing left. His teeth felt endless, you didn't even notice they had been fully planted inside you until you finally feel your blood being stolen from you. Your mind quickly began feeling dizzy with the amount of blood you were losing, but something else also began growing there. You felt as if your neurons were going overdrive with how electric your brain felt. Your world shrunk, and you felt something being tied around your heart, connecting you to his.
The rhythm of your heartbeat matched his, the veins in your neck strained against his work while your nerves screamed, of pain or of excitement you weren't sure. He drank and he drank, so much so you thought you might pass out. Thankfully, before that happened, he finally lets go of your poor neck. His eyes are hooded, he licks at your marks one last time before leaning back completely against the couch, tiniest bit of blood had dripped from his mouth and was now leaking down. You stared at it, your mind not quite working after having lost so much, and you leaned in to lick it off him completely surprised once instead of tasting iron it was as if you licked a stripe of sugar. Your eyes widen slightly at that but are distracted by Caleb's groan. His hand reaches up to your mouth, index finger tapping your lower lip. You stick your tongue out to lick his finger, earning a quiet chuckle from him.
"So.." He begins, "how do you.. feel?" You could hear the nervousness in his voice, you weren't really sure how you did feel. "The same." He laughs, removing his hand from your lip and down to rest on your thigh. You're acutely aware that he is still very hard. "Mm, it looks good on you." "What does?" "My mark." Its then when you start feeling all tingly in that spot where he bit, you feel around it, not surprised at the two small punctures that rest there.
"Mark.." You murmur. "Will they leave?" He's quiet for a bit, thinking. "Is that what you want?" "No." He smiles. "Well, they'll fade alright. But, since I marked ya up, they won't leave completely." You ignore the excitement building up in your chest. Maybe you should be more….. in panic? About this. Maybe. But… it just feels so right. Like it was always going to be like this. After all, he belonged to you. It's not like you were ever going to let him be with anyone else. Your Caleb. Yours.
You reach your hands up to his chest, feeling the quick beating of his heart underneath. You shift your hips on top of him, and he lets out a low groan as his hands fly up to grab your hips, stopping your movements. "Hm? What's wrong, Caleb?" You give him an innocent smile, acting as if you don't feel his cock twitching underneath you. His expression is slightly pained and conflicted, but ultimately he stops restricting you, lowering himself down a bit and spreading his legs more. You take this as a sign of him deciding to let you do what you wanted, your hands moving up from his chest to rest on his shoulders. Testing the waters, you experimentally roll your hips, grinding down against the strain in his pants. His breath stutters, his brows furrowing up and you almost laugh at the stupid expression he has, clearly battling between his need for you but also stopping you from continuing.
Leaning in, you whisper into his ears while your hips continue rolling into him. "What? You don't want this?" Your tongue darts out to quickly lick at his ear. "You.." He begins, opting to stay quiet. You lean back, hand reaching up to his mouth, pulling on his lower lip. "Caleb, stick your tongue out." He hesitantly does so, eyes widening when your own tongue comes into contact with his, his grip on your hips tightening to an almost bruising level. He lets you assault his tongue as you please, rolling his hips up into yours. Quiet sighs leave your mouth, your underwear quickly becoming soaked, your pants made it uncomfortable. You pull back, his head following you before his eyelids flutter open and he stops.
Noticing you're about to stand up, maybe to leave?, he stops you. "Where are you going?" His voice is hoarse with a hint of desperation in it, you only laugh. "I'm not going anywhere." You stand up and free your lower half, you're about to take your panties off too but are abruptly interrupted when his face comes into contact with your lower stomach, inhaling deeply, hands snaking up the back of your thighs and resting on your behind. "Caleb? What are you.." You trail off, freezing at his state. His eyes are hooded and filled with need, pupils covering his color completely. His cheeks are flushes a deep pink, sweat glistening around his forehead. "Ah, pips you...." he breathes in again, this time he's closer to your core. "Smell so, so sweet." He noses around between your legs and your hands move up to his hair, gripping tightly, earning a deep moan from him. "Caleb..! this--" is way too embarrassing! He smirks against you, only pushing his nose in closer, he's practically fingering you just with his.. nose. But even though you should probably be a bit weirded out, you can't help the tiny sparks of pleasure that course through you each time he rubs against you.
Your beath hitches at the feel of his fingers prodding against your clothed entrance while his nose keeps rubbing around your clit, it's not enough, can't he remove the damn fabric already?
"Caleb, can you please.." you sigh in frustration, "can I what? Use your words, sweet girl. I can't read minds." This guy. He knows what you want, but is playing hard to get. You huff out in annoyance, "can you.. ugh.." you choose to just use your own hands to take off your underwear instead, but he clicks his tongue in disappointment while shaking his head. "I said use your words, not your hands." His stern tone makes you swallow nervously, whatever, you decide to just throw your pride out the window(though you kind of already did that the first time you nosed around his crotch). "Please, I want to feel you on me, not through fabric." "Feel me, huh?" His hand moves upwards, rubbing your lower back while the other gently squeezes your ass. "Where do you want to feel me?" He tilts his head, giving you a confused look. You only stare at him in annoyance.
Not wanting to wait around anymore, you grip his hair tightly and shove him between your legs. "Right here. Is that good enough of a hint for you?" His eyes are wide before he quickly closes them harshly, whole body shuddering against you as a dark wet patch forms in his pants. Silence stretches between you for some seconds as his heavy panting calms down, "..did you just.." he muffles out a groan, brows furrowing up and you stifle a laugh. He doesn't give you much time to think about this, because he finally does pull your underwear down to your thighs before his mouth quickly latches back on you. Both of your hands are now on his head, grabbing hold of his hair to stop yourself from toppling over.
His tongue circles around your nerves before running it down over your folds, dipping it in. His nose rubs your clit while he tongue-fucks you, the hand on your back moves down to your behind, both of his hands now massaging you while he tastes you. "So good, baby." You hear his muffled voice in between his licks, which only makes your lower stomach tighten up more. He removes his tongue from inside of you to flatten it on your clit, his fingers rubbing around your entrance, then getting dipped inside, knuckle deep. You finally open your eyes to look down at him, meeting his own. He stares up at you as his tongue runs up and down your nerves, one hand moving to your front and using his thumb to pull the hood of it up. The fingers inside of you pumps into you, making scissoring motion. The sounds from it makes your face flush in embarrassment. You tighten around them, earning a chuckle from Caleb. "You guna cum on my fingers, baby?" You nod quickly, embarrassment be damned.
"Roll your hips." The hand on your ass slides down under the back of your knees, pulling your leg up to plant your foot on the couch. You do as he says, rolling your hips into his face. The movement is a bit awkward, and when he notices you're having a hard time he pulls away from you. He laughs at your whine, "don't worry sweetheart I'm not going anywhere. Just tryin' to make it easy for ya, 'kay?" He leans back against the couch, licking his glistening lips. Understanding what he's hinting at, you step on the couch and inch towards him, his hands coming up to grab you and pull you into him, his mouth finding your swollen bud once again. The new position allows you to easily roll into him, though you're more just riding his face now. Caleb, of course, really doesn't seem to mind this, if his moans are anything to go by. You’re dripping like crazy, the thought that Caleb might not be able to breathe briefly enters your mind but disappears just as quickly when a particular drag of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you followed by his tongue swirling right on top of your unprotected clit makes you freeze up.
A loud moan of his name leaves you, your legs trembling against his face. He continues licking you up and down, his fingers gently and slowly move inside of you before he finally pulls them out. He gives you one last lick, followed with a kiss and then finally moving from you. You’re both panting, his hands move up and down the back of your thighs in a soothing motion. You sink down onto his –unfortunately– still clothed lap, his bulge kissing your soaked area. You whimper quietly at the overstimulation, looking up at his gentle smile. “Did so well, princess.” You’re still panting, your hair clinging to your forehead. You then remembered you were still wearing your shirt, the fabric sticking to you uncomfortably. “Caleb.” “Hm?” “My.. my shirt. I,” you lick your lips. “I want you to take it off.” He stares at you quietly, but as always, does as you say. His fingers gripped the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over you. You throw it somewhere away, and a flash of embarrassment moves over you again at remembering you weren’t wearing a bra. Great, so much for teasing your chest a bit more..
Calebs gaze slides over your face, down to your chest. His breath hitches, and he gently runs his fingers along your breasts, the soft feel of them making his mind go dizzy. He was impossibly hard, had been ever since he had pulled you onto his lap. Of course he was doing his best to be patient, but you were seriously making it difficult for him to now push you down into the couch, spread your puffy lips apart and thrust inside you.
He leans down to your chest to give it a kiss, tongue flicking over your nipple, making you jerk slightly. Although you were not against him sucking them raw, you were seriously getting impatient with not having him inside of you. You push against his chest, not stopping until hes once again flush against the couch for the 3rd time this night. Well, he just looks really good sitting there while you do as you please..
You move back a bit, staring down at his bulge. Years of wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped you back then.
You quickly unzip his pants, although you would like him to shed them completely so you could feel his bare thighs underneath you, you’re in a bit of a hurry now. You push your hands into his boxers, hand quickly wrapping around him and pulling him out. Your eyes almost bulge out of you, what the hell, he’s huge?! His cock rests against his stomach, you pull it towards you, making it rest on your stomach now, and it almost reaches up to your belly button. You stop your ogling at his half groan half chuckle, “you just gonna stare at it or what, pips?” You notice the tip is already leaking.. Quite a bit. Seems you made him wait too long.
Sitting up slightly, you angle him with your entrance and slowly sit down. You both moan out, except yours turns into a pained groan once his tip comes into contact with the barrier inside of you, and you stop. “Ah, Caleb.. I..” “It’s okay, baby.” He leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, moving to kiss your lips directly and forcing his tongue inside you. You’re momentarily distracted, and don’t notice when his hands grip your waist and force you down on him. A yelp leaves you and you move away from his kiss, chest heaving up and down.
Caleb looks down at where you’re connected, seeing the ring of white and red form around his base, which somehow makes him harden even more. He's pulled out of his daze hearing you sniffle, noticing your pout. His hand moving up to cup your cheek. "Ah, I'm sorry baby. Don't be mad, hm? Thought I'd just make it easy for you." You lift your hips up and drop them down, trying your best to ignore the slight pain pulsating inside you. Caleb throws his head back on the couch's headrest, hands flying up to hold your waist. Your movements quickly become sloppy, who knew riding would be this tiring... especially after having already gotten an orgasm. "Caleb.." "Yeah, yeah." He breathes out, lifting your hips up slightly so he could adjust himself, and instead of dropping you down, he begins pumping up into you. You cry out, the pain already replaced with pleasure, feeling another orgasm building up.
You tighten around him, his mouth dropping open and eyes closing. "Baby, fuck, you-" His words die out as you clamp down on him when your orgasm crashes over you, Caleb's movements not stopping. "Ah! Caleb, wait, just a moment--!" He removes you off him suddenly, ignoring your sound of confusion, and lays you down on the couch on your front. "Ass up, baby." You whimper, but raise your hips up anyway. "Yeah, just like that. Good girl." He lines himself up to your entrance again, rubbing your hole, ignoring your protests. "Caleb what--" His hips slams into you, forcing you open. He moves inside of you quickly, your whole body shakes with his movements. "Feel so good sweetheart. All warm and tight, just for me yeah?" His voice is right by your ear, bare back touching yours. He continues snapping his hips inside of you, his free hand snaking around to rub your clit in slow and gentle movements. Stars dance behind your eyes as another orgasm quickly hits you, Caleb's groaning heightening your pleasure even more. "That's it, yeah, thats it. Fuck." His thrusts become sloppy, and you yelp as you feel his teeth sink into your neck once again, along with him finally spilling into you. He stays there for a second, before pulling out and kissing at your wounds, lapping up the blood leaking out.
He moans into your ear, the hand on your clit seizing its movements and instead holding you against him. Caleb lets out a breathy laugh at your high pitched whimpers, feeling you shake against him. "Ah, your cunt keeps throbbing around me, you want more?" He licks the back of your neck as you shake your head, "n,no.. can't, can't anymore.. no more.." "Aha, seems your body is more honest than that pretty little mouth, huh?" You let out a yelp as his hips begin moving again, rubbing at that spongy spot inside of you. "No please I--" His arm moves over your neck, head locking you, cutting off your air supply. Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, uncontrollable moans leaving you. "You like this? Huh?" He continues snapping his hips into you, never letting up. You almost black out at the lack of air yet cant help the overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout your body. His free hand pinches your clit gently, and thats all it takes for you to spasm around him. He finally lets you go, backing up, causing you to fall down and take in deep gulps of breath.
Your chest heaves up and down, struggling to keep your tired eyes open. Caleb kisses your back and massages the inside of your thighs, slowly pulling out, forcing out quiet whimpers at the overstimulation. "Cae... no.. more.." He smiles down at your tired form, "don't worry baby, no more." He could bully you more next time. He gets up from the couch and rolls you over, your words of protests are weak. "Wait here, 'kay?" As if you could go anywhere..
You hear him walking around, hear the bathtub getting turned on. After awhile he comes back, picks you up bridal style and brings you into your bathroom. He gently puts you down into the bath, the warmth of it soothing your muscles. You weakly open your eyes and finally get a good look at your Caleb. His face his still slightly flushed but his pupils have gone back to normal. You point at his mouth and open your own, signaling for him to do the same. He smiles at you before leaning down and opening his mouth, letting you examine him. His fangs are still sharp, as are all vampires fangs, but now you don't feel as if they would cut through skin with just a scrape. You smile to yourself, "Caleb, I want you to join me." He stands up, "scoot over." The tub isn't big by any means, but he manages to sit behind you, letting you lean into his chest, his arms crossing under your chest, pushing them up. He stares at them, and you roll your eyes.
You stay like this, until his hands move up to massage your breasts, index fingers rubbing the sensitive buds on them. "Caleb.." you begin, but he quickly shuts you up with a kiss on your neck, moving up to nibble the tips of your ears. "Yeah, I'm here." His left hand moves down to rub your stomach while his other continues massaging you. It feels good, yeah, but it's clear he's not doing this in a sexual way, so you lean back against him more and enjoy his touch on you.
You had apparently fallen asleep like that, the exhaustion of your guys' earlier actions had been too much for you. You wake up in someones hold, your eyes darting around the room. You're in your room, and the smell that fills your nostrils is none other than Calebs smell. He had washed you, dried you, clothed you and then put you to bed. You were as clean as you could be, your heart warms at the thought. Your hand moves up to feel around your neck, the two dots still there. Your neck was a bit sore, him biting you in the same place for a second time certainly did not help, but you couldn't care. You were his. He was yours. You were connected. And then what you did afterwards.. your cheeks flush.
"Whats with all the squirmin', pips?" You startle slightly at Calebs quiet and raspy voice, his arms tightening their hold on you. "I hope you're not thinkin' of leaving me." He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "No.. of course not. Where would I go? This is my apartment." You feel him smile against you, "that's right, so you can't leave me anyways." "I don't want to leave you." A comfortable silence covers you both, the sound of Calebs steady breathing, the feel of his chest rising against your back slowly lulling you back to sleep. "Been waiting so long for this huh pips? You and me both. You were so patient for me." A gentle kiss on your head, "sorry I kept you waiting so long. But I promise, no more waiting." He gives you another another kiss, and you try to respond, but darkness consumes you and you fall asleep with Calebs name being the last thing that left your lips.