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“Ahab. Speak to me.” He sternly commands, standing with his arms crossed. He looks up at Ahab, who has been fairly silent all day. He stayed away from rooms with a lot of windows and sunlight. In general, he avoided Ishmael. His odd behavior made Ishmael assume that he’s sick. But, it’s not something he would hide.
“Ahab.” He repeats, stepping aside and removing his jacket. He doesn’t expect him to actually listen. He’s getting tired, and it’s only getting later. The room is quite dim, having mostly moonlight be what brightens the room. He then removes his shirt, carelessly tossing it aside.
With that, he faces Ishmael, remaining silent. After just a few seconds, Ahab wipes his mouth. His eyes look focused toward the now bare shoulders and neck of his lover. “What? You want me?” He jokingly asks. Ahab nods, his eyes still fixed on that spot.
He sighs, a more genuine expression this time. “Just tell me what’s bothering you.” It’s not like Ahab to willingly distance himself from the man he’s so blindly devoted to. He concerned Ishmael purely because of how uncharacteristic it is.
Stepping closer, Ahab moves his hand back up to his mouth. He opens his mouth up wide, pointing at the sharp teeth. Drool drips down his lip, and he steps closer. Ishmael backs up, closer to the bed. He feels his own teeth, and they definitely aren’t that sharp.
Thinking of the vampire-like tendencies he’s displayed, Ishmael only gets more afraid. It’s something Ahab had never seen from his stubborn and dominant partner. “I can smell your blood…” He states, in that hushed voice of his. He moves closer. Ishmael seems a bit frozen, his hands slowly raising in front of him. “That’s not funny!” He says loudly, trying to assert his dominance. He prays it’s some sick joke. “You should know better.” He scolds, stumbling back when Ahab takes a larger step. He fails at sounding intimidating.
Ishmael falls back on the bed. “Stop.” Ahab doesn’t obey his orders. Instead, he pounces on the bed. “I need you…” He again states quietly. Ishmael gasps, a bit panicked at the advance. He’s too used to people following his every word that he can’t handle being defied. He doesn’t know how to respond.
He presses his hands against Ahab’s chest, trying to push him away. “Stop, stop, stop!” He says, clearly afraid. He only pushes himself closer, trying to get to his desired prize. His desire grows alongside hunger. His warm breath getting closer to his exposed neck made Ishmael tremble. His strength slowly diminishes as he becomes shaky.
He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He slowly moves them off Ahab’s chest. A tear falls down his cheek, and his breath quickens at the sight of Ahab inching closer to his skin. “No…no, no…” He whispers, shutting his eyes tightly and turning away.
He feels Ahab’s saliva fall on his skin. He’s not prepared at all for this. Ahab extends his mouth before sinking his teeth into his beloved. Ishmael screams, his legs kicking and squirming aimlessly. “Stop! N-no! Hu-hurts— it hurts!” He cries. Tears immediately start, and his words are reduced to sobs. His breathing becomes irregular.
His face heats up, his tears not cooling it down. Ahab’s humanity causes him to feel a pang of hurt as well. But he’s not done. He sucks up the warm fluid from his neck.
Ishmael feels lightheaded. He’s been hyperventilating and wailing like a baby. His voice is very unstable. He can’t even make a strong enough fist.
Ahab understands the power trip that Ishmael gets from making him cry. From causing pain. He understands it so well now. It’s sexy in a way, hearing his tough boss become weak underneath him. He doesn’t care if he gets punished terribly for this later.
Ishmael’s usual fear response is to fight. But he feels so powerless. He sniffs, trying to not let his nose drip more than it has. “It hurts! Stop…p-pl-please..? Please!” He never uses his manners. It’s odd to hear. Ahab very slowly becomes softer as he feeds, as his hunger is satiated. Though, only one thing he says truly stands out.
“Mama…”
He chokes on his spit while gasping for breaths. Ahab slowly removes his teeth, licking the excess blood. It continues to flow lightly onto the sheets below him. Ishmael only gets a glimpse of Ahab before looking away again. His hand grips onto the wound, still shaken.
Ahab leans back down, but not to bite. He instead licks Ishmael’s face. He tastes the salty-sweet tears and enjoys it. The pathetic sounds and sobs from Ishmael excite him more. He’s never felt desire like this before.
His dick grows erect, and he presses it between Ishmael’s legs. He’s half-erect as well, but mostly due to his heart rate increasing from fear. He lightly grinds against the shaken man. “A-Ahab…” He whines, his words broken. He tries to stay focused on the light arousal, but he’s still shaken with fear when he thinks of what is above him. “I’m not going to kill you.” He reassures in that quiet voice of his. Regardless, his mind is racing with the thought that he’s going to bleed to death. “I just need to feed from you.” It would’ve been attractive if not for him genuinely wishing to take his blood.
“Don’t.” Ishmael attempts to sound meaner. “I…order you not to.” He opens his eyes and tries to give a stern look. Though after just a few seconds, it falters as his expression becomes pathetic once more.
“I can’t deny this.” He murmured before taking a deep inhale of his scent. He moans out the exhale. He licks along his collarbone, and Ishmael squirms away. Ahab grips onto his shoulders harshly, keeping him in place for his next bite. Near his last, he sinks in his teeth again without warning, nor with hesitation.
As before, Ishmael becomes a sobbing mess. His tear-streaked face glistens in the moonlight. His headache from the stress only strengthens.
Fuck, I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. He’s going to take all my blood…I already feel it draining…
He associates his headache with dying. His panicked state of mind only convinced him that his blood is almost all gone. That he’s nearing death, and V will consume him whole. He fears that he’ll feel it all. The sharp teeth scraped against his skin. His overthinking only elevated his fear, causing him to breathe too fast. He’s most definitely going to pass out at this rate. He already very much dislikes getting his blood drawn, so this is a complete nightmare.
His eyes feel sore from crying, his forehead feels as if it went through a workout, and his body is frozen in fear. His usual instinct to fight has dissipated in this moment. The only comfort here is thinking of it being over, and a bit of the stimulation he’s getting from Ahab’s hips rolling against his.
Ahab’s heart slowly thaws. His mouth leaves his neck only to speak. “Hold on to me.” He attempts to comfort the now infantile-like man. Ishmael slowly obeys, his arms reaching up around him. His legs also close in. “There you go…” He kisses his tear-stained cheek before lowering his mouth back to his neck. He can feel just how terribly he’s shaking. Ishmael feels ill from it all. Though he feels more comfort while holding onto Ahab, he still sobs like a baby.
Once he feels his lips on his skin again, he tightly bear-hugs Ahab. His entire body tenses up so strongly, only contributing to his growing fatigue.
After just another minute of it, Ahab licks his wounds clean. “What spot would be easier for you?” He quietly speaks, hoping the low tone can soothe his aching mind. He patiently waits for an answer, knowing that he needs to catch his breath and calm down before attempting to speak. “Shh…You’re okay.”
He takes another minute to rationalize his thoughts. Nowhere would’ve been his answer, but he didn’t want Ahab to just mindlessly choose. “Do you want to point it out?” Ishmael nods, slowly letting his strong grip become lax. He points downward at his inner thigh. Ahab’s hand met his fingertip there. “Here?” Ishmael nods.
Ahab slowly moves off the bed. He sits at the end of it, pulling Ishmael closer. He hoists his legs over his shoulders, and his eye locks onto his preferred spot. He gives it a small kiss, a peck. Ishmael has been bit and scratched so much on his legs, especially in Tselinoyarsk, that he’s gotten quite used to anything. A bite from a handsome venomous snake can’t be much worse. At least, from his logic.
Once his teeth sink in, Ishmael grabs one of the pillows beside him and hugs it for dear life. His legs tighten around him. Ishmael still cries, but this time it’s muffled by the pillow. It’s hard to tell if it truly hurts any more or less there.
His feet kick at his back every now and then, but he doesn’t mind it. He’s put the poor man through more pain than he could ever be from his feeble kicks.
Ahab fondles his thigh, his other hand doing the same but between his legs. Ishmael is torn between closing his legs, and keeping them open for the stimulation. He really does try to comfort him while getting his own fix of what he wants. He’s made such a mess from the man, he can’t help but feel more sympathetic as he goes on.
It only somewhat works, as Ishmael can’t quite focus on getting off when he’s so terribly panicked. He remains only halfway aroused, getting just a few seconds of pleasure despite Ahab touching him the way he likes it.
After sucking up his blood from his thigh, he no longer feels such horrible amounts of hunger for it. He only feels guilt. He can only pray that their relationship isn’t ruined by the odd occurrence. He’ll take any form of punishment necessary to earn back his affection. To earn back his trust.
He slowly rises to his feet, “Ishi…” he speaks gently. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I’ll bring bandages.” Ishmael feels relief knowing that it’s over. He feels so lightheaded, he might as well just be asleep. He wonders if he’s a zombie, or maybe now he’s a vampire. He feels betrayed, he feels ill. He wants Ahab, but he feels so afraid of him at the same time. He holds on tightly to his pillow while he waits.
Ahab comes back with a small kit. “Hey. Show me your neck.” Ishmael knows his intentions are sweet, but can’t help the nerves he feels upon hearing that statement. He moves the pillow that’s soaked in his tears, and exposes his neck for him to treat.
He holds out a hand for him and pulls him up. He feels so tired he could slouch over and fall off the bed or just lay back down. Looking back on the bed, there’s small spots of blood from where his neck was bitten. He hands him a tissue box to clean up the snot that fills his nose from the tears. “It’ll sting just a little, okay?” He felt more discomfort with the idea of using disinfectant on his neck due to that sensation.
He moves his head to the side, letting him use it anyway. He lets out a mousy whine when he feels it. “It’s okay.” He pats down all of the spots there, and moves to his leg. “Almost done.” He cleans up his inner thigh.
He gets a bandage and applies it to his neck and thigh. “There you go. Good boy.” He kisses his forehead. It’s one of the times Ishmael hasn’t fought back against his dominance. He can’t help but feel a bit of paternal love upon seeing him so sensitive and vulnerable. “Lay down. I know you’re tired.” He nods, still working on cleaning up his nose and cheeks while Ahab undresses. He throws the tissues in the trash near the bed, not caring about the ones that didn’t make it in the bin.
The two get situated in bed. Ahab holds on to Ishmael, caressing his head. “Promise me…that you won’t do this again.” His voice is still shaken up. “I don’t know if I can.” Ishmael tears up again. Ahab can hear it well, but can’t bring himself to look down and see his pained expression. “Shh…shh…It’s okay, Ishi.” He keeps him close as he cries himself to sleep.
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Due to that night, anytime Ahab leans in to kiss him, or even rest his head on his shoulder, Ishmael will immediately cover his neck. Ahab’s guilt is only made worse due to giving him a sort of trauma response.
He’s attempted to drink his own blood before to spare his lover the pain. Cutting into himself and sucking the blood out of the wounds just didn’t work for him. But he almost enjoyed the feeling of giving himself pain. Punishing himself for the pain he’s caused his lover feels correct to him.