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The moon slices through the shattered stained-glass windows, painting jagged streaks of red, navy, and gold across the dusty floor. Goku stalks across the pews, claws flexing impatiently, scent-sensitive nose twitching at the sudden sharp, rotten tang of blood. He gags, the sky-blue fur on his pointed ears standing on end.
Gross. Vegeta’s here.
He hates that the church is a neutral ground, that it forces him to breathe the same air as that nasty bloodsucker.
Then, the rafters creak. A faint fluttering follows – soft at first, then swelling into a rush of wings. Bats spill from the shadows above, bursting into a swirling cloud that blackens the fractured moonlight.
Oh, here we go with the theatrics. Goku rolls his eyes.
There he is. Vegeta, leaning lazily against the altar, fangs glinting faintly, pale as the moonlight itself. Goku winces – Vegeta’s hair’s way too yellow and bright for a so-called creature of the shadows. Just looking at him annoys Goku, standing there in his massive Dracula-ass cape like it’s not annoying as hell to move around in.
“Oh. So that’s what that smell was.” Goku sneers, nose crinkling. “You stink, Vegeta. Worse than usual.”
“Tch. Get a grip on that sensitive nose of yours, Kakarot. We’re here to negotiate, not argue,” Vegeta grumbles, his tone strained like he’s barely holding back a snap.
Right. Negotiations. That’s why Goku’s here – not to listen to this jerk of a vampire preen at the altar. His dad had sent him to renew the truce between their clans, a tradition older than either of them. The history went back centuries – vampires spreading like plague, draining towns dry. Werewolves were cursed into being by an unknown alien in white and purple, shaped as weapons to hunt the leeches down. And for generations, they’d done just that. Wolves against bats, claws against fangs. Until both sides finally realized they weren’t all that different – just predators who loved the chase as much as the kill. The truce was born, fragile but functional, keeping the bloodshed in check.
Now here he is, supposed to talk about expanding territory, trading hunting rights, all that boring crap his dad droned on about. Goku rolls his shoulders, claws itching for a fight. Whatever. He’d rather skip the politics and tear into Vegeta instead.
“What are you doing just standing there? Say something,” Vegeta snaps, fangs sharpening. “I don’t want to be here.”
“Look, I don’t wanna be here either. If it were up to me, we’d settle this with a good ol’ fight ‘n call it a day.”
Vegeta mocks him. “If it were up to me, I’d have bled your entire clan dry decades ago.”
“See, this is why they didn’t let us handle this negotiatin’ stuff sooner.” Goku sighs, shaking his head. He drops down low, shoulders rolling as his muscles bunch – the instinct to hunt settling into his body. He creeps forward on all fours, tail twitching, eyes locked on Vegeta like he’s actually going to pounce this time.
Then – crunch.
He winces, freezing. “Ow! Hey – what the?!” He lifts his paw, finding a glittering shard of stained glass buried in his pad. “What’d you do, Vegeta?! Did you make this glass attack me or somethin’?!”
“What? Are you an idiot? You stepped on that yourself!”
Goku grits his teeth, plucking the shard out carefully. The blood comes fast, trickling down through his fur. “Man, this actually kinda stings…”
“How weak can you be, you dumb dog? It’s just a cut –”
Vegeta stops mid-sentence, eyes going sharp, pupils dilating like he’s been struck. His head tilts back, nostrils flaring as he inhales, almost cartoonishly deep.
“…What is that smell?” he asks, voice gone strange.
Goku blinks at him. “Uh… what smell? Ya mean my blood? Smells like any old bloo–”
He doesn’t even get the word out. Vegeta’s suddenly there, a blur of movement, close enough that Goku can feel the chill of his breath against his ankle.
“Yes…” Vegeta murmurs. “That smell is you, Kakarot.”
“Wha – hey!” Goku yelps as Vegeta yanks his leg out from under him. He hits the floor with a thud, eyes going wide just in time to see Vegeta’s mouth close over his foot.
His foot.
“Ya gotta be kiddin’ me –” Goku sputters, kicking weakly, a little disgusted and horrified. “You’re lickin’ my foot?!”
But Vegeta just groans, lips dragging over the cut, tongue tracing the edge of the wound like it’s fine wine. “Kakarot, I don’t know why… I don’t know how… But you taste…” He exhales shakily, eyes rolling half-shut. “Incredible. Your blood – I’ve never had anything like it.”
Goku jerks when Vegeta’s tongue presses deeper into his wound, a gasp tearing from his throat. It burns, a sharp sting that melts into something else. It hurts, but… it also doesn’t? It feels… good.
A little… too good.
Vegeta’s eyes flutter shut, a low moan slipping out as he drinks – slow, greedy, every lap of his tongue making Goku twitch. Each drag sends a spark up his leg, through his spine, until he’s practically shaking. “I need… more.”
Goku swallows hard, fighting the dizzy heat crawling up his foot all the way to his head. His pulse is pounding, his brain almost melted – and yet, his mouth still works faster than his sense.
He grins, all teeth and bad ideas. “Oh yeah? Then come get more.”
…Maybe that was a stupid thing to say. Because the second the words leave his mouth, Vegeta’s head snaps up – eyes glowing a deep, dangerous red. Goku doesn’t even get time for another smartass comment before Vegeta drops his foot and lunges, and then there’s the sharp, perfect pain of fangs sinking right into his neck.
“–fuck!” Goku’s hands slam against Vegeta’s chest, claws instinctively digging in, piercing through his stupid frilly dress shirt. Red warmth gushes over his fingers and only then does he realize he’s scored deep into Vegeta’s skin.
Vegeta jerks back with a snarl. “Gods –! You mangy mutt! You just clawed through me!” He grabs Goku’s wrists, blood slicking between their arms, glaring at him. “Are you trying to skin me alive or mark your territory?”
Goku smirks through the haze of blood. “Maybe both.”
“Sadistic little –” Vegeta’s curse cuts off in a groan when Goku rakes his claws down again, tearing another line through his sleeve. “Do you – agh – get off on this?!”
“Maybe,” Goku growls.
Vegeta’s laugh tells Goku everything he needs to know – it’s high, pained, thrilled. “Figures. Damn dog.”
Then Goku feels it – the dizzy rush as Vegeta’s mouth seals back onto his throat. Hot blood runs down his neck and chest. He realizes a little too late – it’s his. It burns and cools all at once, dizzying. He growls low in his chest, furious at himself for the way it makes his head tilt back, baring more of his throat for Vegeta.
“Do I taste that good?” he rasps, trying to tease but it comes out more like a groan. His claws rake Vegeta’s arms again, scoring new cuts. He feels the tear of flesh, the gush of vampire blood spilling over his paws. The heat of it turns him on so much he feels a howl building in his chest.
Vegeta shudders, voice tickling his neck. “Tch. Not that you’d understand with that pathetically small canine brain of yours. Ugh, why do I even bother trying to explain to a slobbering mutt…” He swallows again, then gasps softly, lips wet and red. “But your blood – it’s not like the rest of your brain-dead pack. It burns on my tongue. It’s hot, it’s – damn it – it’s so fucking sweet.”
“Hot on your tongue? Sweet?” Goku snarls. “Then choke on it.” He grabs a fistful of Vegeta’s hair and yanks, forcing him closer to his neck. “Go on – drain me, if ya think ya can.”
Vegeta groans in equal parts pain and delight. “Gladly,” he hisses.
The bite deepens. White-hot pain bursts across his neck – but it crashes right into the raw pulse of pleasure building in his hardening cock. He hates it. He loves it. He can’t fucking stop it.
Blood loss makes everything sway. His breath comes ragged, desperate, but his damn tail is wagging anyway, thumping against the floor, kicking up dust behind them.
“That all you got, Vegeta?” He pants, voice slurred with heat. “Thought you vampires were s’pposed to be monsters. Ya feel more like a –” his words cut off with a broken moan when fangs drag slow across his artery, “– mosquito.”
"Mosquito, huh?" Vegeta murmurs. "Funny, considering how easy you are to bleed."
Goku almost barks back. He claws down Vegeta's sides, carving bloody tracks that make Vegeta hiss through his teeth. Blood splatters across them both – Vegeta’s on Goku’s fur, Goku’s on Vegeta’s mouth. The scent of it drives both of them insane.
Then Vegeta suddenly grinds forward, hips rolling hard. Goku’s eyes snap open. The drag of Vegeta’s cock hits right against his own, sparks bursting behind his eyes. He snarls, digging his claws into Vegeta’s waist and grinding right back, matching him, their cocks sliding together through torn fabric and slick blood.
The friction’s brutal. Hot. They can’t stop humping each other, backs arching and mouths groaning as they roll their cocks together.
“You just gonna bite me,” Goku goads, “or are you gonna fuckin’ move?”
Vegeta just cackles – and his hips answer for him. Their movements turn wild, rutting against each other like mindless animals. Vegeta’s hands fist in the white fur in Goku’s chest, yanking him closer. “Careful what you wish for,” his voice drips hunger. “I could bleed you dry, Kakarot. You taste so good that I actually might.”
Goku’s cock jumps at that.
“Well – then do it.”
“Do it?” Vegeta sneers. “Ha! And I don’t even need to use mind control on you.”
His fangs sink in again – deeper this time, straight into the vein. Goku gasps, choking on a growling moan as warm blood gushes down his neck, sticky and coppery, matting into his fur. The pain spikes, but pleasure burns right through it. He bucks his hips up, grinding their cocks until the pressure’s just unbearable.
With a snarl, he grabs Vegeta’s stupid cape and tears it off, throwing it aside. Then his claws find Vegeta’s back. He rakes deep, dragging red furrows down his spine until blood slicks under his claws. Vegeta hisses, sharp, back arching, and the sound goes straight to Goku’s cock.
“Fuck, you like that,” Goku growls, voice cracking.
Vegeta’s tongue drags along the bite in answer, swirling over the vein, lapping and lapping like he’s savoring it. It burns. It tingles. It feels too fuckin’ good.
Goku lets out a breathless, crazed laugh. “You’re really – hah – suckin’ me dry, huh?”
Vegeta doesn’t answer. He seals his lips over the wound completely and sucks. Hard. Goku gasps as the pull deepens, the pressure building, warmth draining from his body in waves. His fingers twitch weakly in Vegeta’s hair, claws barely catching. He’s going cold – heavy – fading fast –
– and still Vegeta’s swallowing, licking and shivering against him like he can’t stop.
The world starts to disappear, and then –
Vegeta’s lips are suddenly on his.
Goku barely processes it before the taste of iron floods his tongue. Vegeta’s fangs catch on his lip, pulling a gasp from him that melts into the kiss. It’s slow and savage, a sucking, hungry thing. Their cocks twitch as they keep rutting together hard, frantic. Goku grinds up helplessly, chasing the friction, biting at Vegeta’s mouth, tasting his own blood on both their tongues.
Vegeta groans into him, thrusting harder as the kiss deepens. His tongue slides wetly against Goku’s – tangling, licking, claiming every shudder that escapes his throat. Goku’s body jerks with each grind, every motion winding tighter until he can’t breathe, can’t think – just wants more.
Their groans blur together, guttural and wet, the sound of their mouths fucking in time with their cocks.
When release finally hits, it tears through both of them at once – Vegeta shaking against him, Goku arching, growls breaking into moans as heat floods between them. They break apart with a gasp, cum spilling in their pants as their bodies jerk through their orgasms. A thin string of red bridges their mouths, snapping as they pull away.
And then, the corners of Goku's vision finally start to fade black. The last thing he sees is Vegeta’s eyes blazing blood-red, lips smeared crimson.
When Goku wakes, there’s a bat flapping over his head, carrying a piece of paper in its mouth. The damn thing keeps circling him until he groans and snatches the note. His head’s pounding, body light as air, still woozy from blood loss and intense orgasm.
I suppose I should thank you for the meal... Not that you had much choice. I feel stronger than ever - overflowing with power! More than enough to crush you in a fair fight, Kakarot. So here's the deal: when you come to, find me in my castle. We'll finish what we started... and tell our fathers whatever lies they want to hear.
Goku frowns, reading it twice – then grins despite himself. His tail starts wagging.
“Fine, you thirsty leech,” he mutters, already planning his route to the castle. “Bloodsuckin’ pain in the ass…”