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"Hey hunter." Neil grinned when Andrew turned around, pressing the silver knife to his throat. Ah yes, their usual greeting. His neck stung, burned from the metal, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. It had stopped hurting long ago, he dared to say he had even started enjoying it now. Mostly when Andrew was the one holding the knife, but no one had to know that.
"Do you have a death wish, parasite? Like genuinely?" Andrew glared at him, his hand twitching as he gripped the knife tighter. Neil shrugged.
"Guess I like feeling mortal." He smiled, baring his fangs. "And hunter blood is always the most delicious." He pushed the blade down, ignoring the way it burned his fingertips and took a step forward. Andrew sucked a sharp breath in, but allowed his knife to drop. "Especially when they're willing to give it to me."
Andrew tensed up, his expression hardening. "You won't charmspeak me."
"Consent, pretty boy, you will let me. Charmspeak is a myth."
"Yeah right."
Neil tilted his head to the side. "I've never lied to you."
"Yeah right."
"Fine. Don't trust me, but it is the truth." Neil raised his hands in surrender. He was hiding it well but his thirst for blood was becoming unbearable. He was eager to honor it and as much as he enjoyed the foreplay, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer. But then Andrew's lips slowly started twitching up. He lifted the knife but instead of pointing it towards Neil, he pulled down his black sleeve a bit and pressed the blade towards the middle of his forearm. The vampire froze as the scent of blood hit him. He could feel his nose twitching and was aware that Andrew saw it too. Neil stared into his eyes as the hunter wiped away the blood with a napkin that he had taken from his pocket. In a second, the only remain of the blood was the leftover scent and the way it fucked with Neil's mind.
Neil still tried to smirk confidently as he continued to hold the eye contact with Andrew. He dropped to his knees slowly. He caught the hunter's wrist, feeling the pulse underneath his fingertips speeding up and God, he shook beneath the want. Andrew stared carefully as he unwillingly looked away, swallowing thickly. Fuck, he hadn't thought through how thirsty he actually was and how much worse that specific hunter was making it. Especially after he had smelled the one thing he wanted the most at the moment that was so ridiculously close to him.
"Would you look at that." Andrew's low voice mumbled. He grabbed Neil's chin with his free hand to make him look at him and Neil instinctively hissed. The hunter tightened his grip on him to make him stop and for the first time ever Neil obeyed. Andrew huffed out a laugh. "Oh, you're ravenous."
Neil swallowed and looked up at Andrew. He was leaning over so close, Neil couldn't stop his eyes from flicking down to his neck. Since his senses were heightened he could basically hear Andrew's heart pumping the blood in his veins. But he still had pride, goddamn it, so he was going to resist the temptation as much as he physically could.
He was still holding onto Andrew's arm so he lifted his other hand to grab it firmly. He pulled his sleeve up, running his fangs over the pulsing point in the other's wrist. He was so close, but Andrew cruelly pulled him back away from it by his hair. Neil tried to hiss, but his mind was only centered around Andrew's blood; it came out as a pained rasp. The man in question smiled mockingly.
"Consent, remember?" Neil let go against his will when Andrew pulled his arm away from his grip. He tightened his hold of Neil's hair and used his now free hand to run a thumb over his bottom lip. Neil immediately parted his lips but Andrew just stood there, observing him.
"Minyard..." Neil gasped out, raising Andrew's finger up and down with the words, but the hunter shushed him.
"Stay still. Or I'll slit your throat."
Neil may have been starved out of his mind, but he still found the strength to smile. "Don't threaten me with a good time, pretty boy."
Andrew pulled the hand from his face back and Neil gritted his teeth. His fangs were itching so bad they had started to hurt. He glared up at Andrew who was observing him. He seemed to have the patience of the entire fucking world, while Neil was holding onto straws for his last bits of willpower to not make a fool out of himself.
"I told you to behave, didn't I, vampire? I still have an oath given to kill you. And right now, in the state you're in," He looked Neil up and down as the other had begun to shake. His knees were starting to give out, but not much more than his resistance was. "I could even torture you all. I. want."
Goddamn it. "Andrew..." Neil whined out and instantly regretted it, but it got the hunter to stop and stare for a second. The embarrassment Neil felt was so big he could choke on it, but it let Andrew be merciful of him. He got a hold of his jaw once again. A win was a win.
"I've heard..." Andrew trailed off slowly as he dug his thumb in between Neil's lips, the vampire folding under no pressure and letting him do as he wished. Andrew only rubbed Neil's left fang with his finger making him shudder and squeeze his eyes shut. He caught Andrew's forearm with both hands, but didn't dare to do anything than just squeeze. The other rubbed his scalp in affirmation. "Vampire fangs are quite sensitive aren't they?"
He lightly scratched the surface of it and grabbed Neil's hair even firmer when the vampire tried to turn his head away. His eyes watered from the sensitivity of his fang, but Andrew only mirrored the action with his other fang. Neil couldn't suppress the tortured whimper that escaped his throat. Andrew snickered.
"Is it worse when you're hungry?" Neil attempted a nod but it was weak. Andrew was risking losing his thumb by teasing him like that, especially when his instincts were heightened, but he knew Neil would never truly hurt him. Not unless Andrew allowed him to.
The hunter pressed his finger up towards the sharp fang until skin broke. The immediate scent of blood made him light headed. His tongue shot to lick the blood drop clean, his lips wrapping around his finger as he sucked for however much he could drink through the little opening. The sweet taste of Andrew's blood made him euphoric but it was far far from the amount he needed to actually satisfy him.
"Stop." Andrew commanded and Neil almost couldn't force himself to let go, but he did. Andrew shook his head by the hair and he opened his mouth to allow the hunter to retrieve his hand. "And then you preach about not being animals."
Neil didn't have the strength to argue. He was way too hungry to. The small drops of blood only made it worse. It was like giving a starved man only a sniff of a freshly cooked meal. He was surprised he hadn't lost it already. Neil gritted his teeth. "More..."
"Hm? What was that?"
Neil glared at him, hissing, but his fangs ached too much to put any of the actual frustration into it. He could feel his eyebrows curving up. If anyone asked he would deny until the end of time, but the action was ridiculously close to a beg. Andrew pouted at him mockingly, but before he could say whatever smart remark he was planning on, Neil beat him to it.
"I need it... I can't... I..." He looked down hissing slightly to make the itch go away, but nothing except for blood could do that. He could feel Andrew's amused eyes on him.
"Oh, I liked that. Say it again."
Neil hissed at him.
"Come on, you were doing so well! I would know better than anyone you won't be able to resist any longer." When Neil didn't reply he leaned forward and whispered: "Say that again and I'll let you do whatever you wish to me after I let go."
Neil swallowed once again, his pride going down with it. He wanted to curse him, mock him, attack him, drink him dry until there was nothing left of him except a skin bag of bones. Everything in Neil's nature screamed at him to launch at Andrew. He knew he could easily overpower him if he truly wanted to. But he let the hunter do whatever he desired to him. Because of all the eternity he had lived no one had ever made his non beating heart feel like it was racing.
"Andrew... I need it so bad. I need- you." Andrew licked his lips at the sight, the goddamn sadist. He slowly unleashed Neil's hair, the released tension making his scalp hurt, but that meant he was free to do anything. In the blink of a second Andrew's back was pressed to a wall, the hunter choking slightly from the impact, as Neil grabbed him by the neck to his jaw and turned his face to the side to reveal the pulsing spot that had been driving him to insanity for the past years. His fangs hoovered over the skin, barely scratching the surface as Andrew shuddered, goozebumps spreading all over his body. He was allowed to, Andrew had let him, but he still asked. "Yes or no?"
He felt Andrew's shaky exhale, almost as hungry as Neil's. "Yes."
Neil didn't waste a second before biting down ravenously and tasting more of the blood so sweet, so hypnotizing, he thought he could get drunk on it. Andrew gasped, gripping Neil's arm reflexively, not pushing him away, just holding onto him. Neil continued to feed from him, sucking on his neck like he hadn't drank in centuries. He didn't want to let any blood go to waste, dragging his tongue frantically over his neck to lick it clean. Despite so it was inevitable for some of the blood to flow away or run down Neil's chin, but he didn't stop, swallowing as much as he could.
"Slow down..." Andrew mumbled more out of habit than worry. He slid the hand that was holding onto Neil's bicep up to his hair and intertwined his fingers with it.
Neil almost couldn't pull himself away, but he was aware he had to. He was drinking too fast and if he didn't calm down he wasn't going to be able to stop until he drained Andrew dry. Turning his head to the side, he licked his lips and regained his energy and control. His pride was long gone so he avoided thinking of that. Neil eyed down the bite on Andrew's neck, rising and falling with the hunter's breath. He licked the drops of blood away but didn't suck down this time.
"You good?"
"Mhm..." Andrew muttered, not as convincing as Neil would've liked him to be. The vampire pulled back to turn the other's head towards him. His eyes were hazy but he focused them on Neil. He smirked. "Animal..."
"Shut it, you're the one getting off on me feeding from you." The blood from Andrew's neck had slowed down but there was still some left so Neil gave it one last lick before hesitating and placing a gentle kiss on the bite mark. Andrew froze.
"Weird."
"I still can do to you whatever I want, can't I, hunter?"
Andrew closed his eyes. "Anything and everything."
Neil blinked, taken aback. "Maybe I drank too much from you."
"Nah, you're careful." Andrew waved it off and Neil grimaced. Careful was one of the last words he would've used to describe his precision levels whenever Andrew was involved. The hunter's head tilted forward and Neil had to strengthen the hold of his neck to not let him fall down. "Come on, do those stuff you said you'd do to me."
He smirked, looking at Neil through half lidded eyes and God help Neil, why did he have to have morals? He was a damn vampire, for fuck sake!
"Yeah, maybe another time, junkie, you're high on blood loss."
"'m not, just a bit light headed." Andrew closed his eyes, but his eyebrows furrowed a bit.
"Headache?" Neil asked already knowing the answer. Andrew shook his head but it only made him frown harder. Neil looked up as if asking a higher deity for help. "Alright, alright, we'll leave it for another time, pretty boy." Andrew groaned, obviously unhappy from that turn of events.
"I give you the permission to do with me as you wish and you throw it away? I didn't even set cross lines. There aren't any. I'm all yours right now."
Neil tucked his lips in. "Oh, that's unfair. You know how to play me."
"It's working isn't it?"
Neil smiled softly and took Andrew's lips with his own. The hunter basically melted into the kiss, fingers digging into Neil's hair who opened his mouth to let the other's curious tongue in. The metal ball from his tongue piercing dragged across the roof of Neil's mouth, making him let out a small noise of pleasure. He tilted his head to the side and bit down the other's bottom lip fangs piercing it just enough to break skin. Andrew shuddered as Neil sucked on the new fresh blood, but he had regained enough of his self control to not get completely lost. He moved away, trying not to think of how erotic it felt seeing the blood he had spread over Andrew's lips from his own, smudged and glistening.
The hunter waited for him to continue but Neil pressed him back against the wall. "That's it for now. You've pushed your luck to the limit."
Andrew smirked, licking some of the blood from his lips while looking at Neil.
"God fucking damn it..." Neil muttered unintentionally, biting his own lip, almost as if to stop himself from doing anything else. Morals, morals, morals, he had to remind himself to not jump right back to where he left of.
"I said 'yes', didn't I?"
"Alright, I'm getting you back to your hunter friends."