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It’s well known that the villa on top of the hill just outside of town is home to a vampire.
There aren’t many buildings that keep their windows constantly shuttered during the day, and those who’ve stepped inside say it’s even darker on the inside. Besides that, the townspeople employed to harvest grapes for the owner of the mansion are often given bottles of wine supposedly made from the grapes they harvested in addition to their regular wages, but those wines are far too finely aged to come from grapes harvested just this month.
But the vampire pays fair wages for the work, and offers employment to anyone who comes up to his manor looking for a job, no matter if they’re unskilled, sick, elderly, or otherwise unsuitable for the work in town. There are no reports of people going missing in the town, and the one time there was a missing child and suspicious eyes looked up the hill, the vampire personally tracked down both the culprit and the child, delivering both to the city hall at night and taking his leave before anyone could properly apologize to him. After that, everyone accepted that the lord of the mansion on the hill would leave them well enough alone if left alone.
His name is Shiga, say those who work for him in a personal enough capacity to know much. The only other permanent resident of the mansion is a butler who may or may not be a ghost. The butler, Nakano, is usually the one sent to the town to make purchases or run errands, since he can go about freely in daylight. Shiga remains sequestered in his home, though he’s often hosting a guest as mysterious as himself.
Akutagawa thinks that Nakano is oddly opaque for a ghost, but who is he to judge?
“Excuse me,” he says, when Nakano greets him at the door. “If it isn’t too much trouble, could I arrange a meeting with Shiga?”
“I will see when my master has time in his schedule,” Nakano says, slightly inclining his head. “Are you looking for employment?”
“Oh, no,” Akutagawa replies, with a smile. “I just would like to meet him, that’s all. I think we could be friends.”
Nakano seems slightly taken aback. “…What is your name?”
“Ryuunosuke Akutagawa.”
“Please wait here, I’ll speak to him.”
Obediently, Akutagawa waits, taking the opportunity to examine the entrance hall. There are plenty of lit candles to accommodate for those who don’t naturally see well in the dark. The architecture and furniture are old in style, a contrast to the rapidly modernizing town below.
It isn’t long before Nakano returns. “The master will see you now.”
Akutagawa follows the butler deeper into the mansion, to a sitting room where a man dressed in black and gold waits. He’s more handsome than Akutagawa expected, with a charming smile.
“Ryuunosuke Akutagawa,” Nakano announces, bowing.
“Thank you, Shigeharu, that will be all,” Shiga says. Nakano promptly fades through a wall - apparently walking is only for when he’s accompanying someone more material. “Have a seat. Would you like some of our wine?”
“No, thank you.” Akutagawa’s alcohol tolerance isn’t very strong, and he’d rather not do or say anything embarrassing on their first meeting.
“Whatever you like.” Shiga waits for Akutagawa to sit down before going on. “So, what exactly made you want to meet me?”
“Well…” Even though Akutagawa knows what his answer is, he has to think for a moment about how to phrase it. “I just thought it might be lonely up here, living with one other person and never going to town.”
Shiga laughs. It’s not unkind or mocking - it’s surprised, if anything. “And that’s why you came calling on a known vampire?”
“Yes.” Akutagawa tilts his head slightly to one side. “Should I not have?”
“I never said anything like that. It’s just not the sort of thing most humans would do.” Shiga rests his chin on his hand. “So, you know a few things about me, but I know nothing about you besides your name. Tell me about yourself, Ryuunosuke.”
Akutagawa doesn’t think he’s terribly interesting compared to the sort of people Shiga must know, but he wouldn’t refuse. He talks about his sisters and his uncle who adopted him, his job as a reporter (traveling is never very good for his health, so he usually covers local news), his friends and the nickname they use for him, and his hobbies.
When he gets to his short stories, Shiga lights up brighter than the entire rest of the mansion. “I’m an avid reader of works across the world. Next time you visit, bring some of your writing for me!”
Startled by the eagerness of that expression - and by the confirmation that Akutagawa is welcome to return - Akutagawa looks away. “They’re really nothing impressive…”
“I’ll judge that for myself.”
There’s really nothing Akutagawa can do but agree.
The next time Akutagawa climbs up to the mansion, he’s carrying a few papers stapled together, the stories of his that he hates the least. Shiga has no trouble reading them in the dark (unsurprising) and declares them to be some of his favorite short stories this decade (very surprising). Akutagawa feels like he must be red enough to light up the room.
He returns many times after that, and Shiga tells him more about himself. His full name is Shiga Naoya; his age is somewhere in the thousands, though he lost track of the exact count around when they changed the calendar system. He has many visitors, but Akutagawa is the only human not under his employ who comes calling.
The last time he tasted blood was a few centuries ago.
“The wine we make here has special properties that account for all of a vampire’s needs,” Shiga says. “Now and then I do have a craving for human blood, however.”
“So, the last time you drank blood from someone was when you had a ‘craving’?” Akutagawa asks.
Shiga raises his eyebrows. “Have you ever harmed another person because of a craving for sweets?”
Suitably abashed, Akutagawa falls silent.
“I only drink from a human when it’s willingly offered,” Shiga goes on. “Freely given blood was considered a delicacy among vampires even before we learned to survive off of wine.”
“Is it painful?” Akutagawa asks, in a soft voice. He knows exactly why he’s asking.
“Not too painful. Every human who’s offered me their blood has enjoyed the experience. But…” Shiga rubs the back of his neck. “Well, it’s intimate… And I don’t mind getting by on wine alone, so you don’t need to-”
“I want to.” The firmness of Akutagawa’s voice surprises himself. “I want to try it.”
“Now?”
“Now. …If you aren’t busy, that is.”
Shiga laughs softly. “You really are one of the strangest humans I’ve ever met. In that case, who am I to refuse?”
He leads Akutagawa to a bedroom (”it’s better to be comfortable, and I don’t want you to fall over”), and when Akutagawa takes a seat, he pulls Akutagawa’s shirt off to completely expose his neck.
“Want to back out?” Shiga says, close to Akutagawa’s ear. Akutagawa shivers. “I won’t think any less of you.”
Silently, Akutagawa shakes his head.
“Alright. Try to hold as still as you can. This part’s over quickly, I promise.” Shiga bares his gleaming fangs, before piercing the skin of Akutagawa’s neck.
That does hurt, as much as you might expect having your neck bitten to hurt. Akutagawa can’t help but whimper, even with Shiga’s lips and tongue soothing the bite immediately after. It’s when Shiga actually starts to suck blood from the bite that-
Shiga said everyone enjoyed the experience, but that didn’t prepare Akutagawa for just how good it would feel. Vaguely, he realizes that arousal gets blood to pump faster and thus it’s practical to have a vampire bite turn their victim on, but that’s impossible to focus on compared to the heat that floods him from the bite to the rest of his body. He thinks he might be moaning. It’s hard to tell.
He doesn’t know if more blood has pooled near his neck for Shiga to drink or near his groin to display exactly how much he’s enjoying this. All he’s sure of is that his body craves more, more, more.
It’s all too soon when Shiga pulls away from him. There’s some of Akutagawa’s blood on his lip, which he licks off. “Still with me, Ryuu?”
Akutagawa nods. His breathing is heavy, but he isn’t likely to pass out anytime soon, and he understands Shiga’s words. “…Can you do that again?”
“Not right now. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you by drinking too much.” Shiga’s gaze falls from Akutagawa’s flushed face to the obvious bulge in his pants. “I can do something else for you, if you want.”
“Is it alright?” Akutagawa asks - whimpers. He can’t obligate Shiga, too generous, to do anything for him just because he got too excited-
“You sound delicious,” Shiga says, voice a little shaky. Akutagawa finally notices a similar bulge below Shiga’s belt. “I want to make you moan my name again.”
“Oh,” Akutagawa says, and shoves his pants and underwear off in the same motion.
Shiga is on him in a second. Akutagawa can hardly focus enough to get Shiga’s belt off of him, because Shiga’s kiss has a way of being distracting, and the last thing Akutagawa wants to do is stop kissing back. He tastes of iron, but it’s not unpleasant on Shiga’s lips.
When he finally unbuckles Shiga’s belt, Shiga sits back to divest himself of clothes in record time (considering that he has entirely too many layers). Akutagawa watches with hazy eyes as more flawless skin is revealed to him, and when Shiga is fully naked, Akutagawa reaches to give him a stroke.
“Ryuu.” Shiga threads his fingers through Akutagawa’s long hair. It’s enough encouragement to have Akutagawa finding a rhythm to stroke Shiga in, getting him fully hard before he leans in and licks the tip. He tastes just like any human. “Ryuu, that’s- keep going-”
Akutagawa wonders if vampires say ‘oh god’ in bed. This one doesn’t while Akutagawa licks the head and length of him, but he says Akutagawa’s name over and over again while his fingers clench in Akutagawa’s hair, and that’s even more flattering.
“Enough,” Shiga chokes out, and reluctantly Akutagawa pulls back. “Lay back. Lubricant, where do I keep that…”
He finds his lube in an oak cabinet near the bed, and when he spreads it over his fingers, Akutagawa finds himself suddenly grateful that Shiga doesn’t have claws. Instead, Shiga is gentle with him when he’s stretching him out. Every now and then he stops for a moment, as if the sight of Akutagawa on his back with flushed skin and his long hair spread out over the bed is more overwhelming for him than the feeling of Shiga’s fingers twisting inside of him is for Akutagawa.
Shiga’s fingers crook just so inside of him, and Akutagawa groans, low and needy.
“Just like that.” Shiga is breathless, though Akutagawa doesn’t know if he needs to breathe. “Moan for me one more time-”
Akutagawa obeys, louder this time. And then again when Shiga rubs that spot more firmly. With pleasure flooding through him, he reaches out to tug weakly on Shiga’s arm. “Shiga…”
“I shouldn’t tease so much, huh.” When Akutagawa shakes his head, Shiga carefully withdraws his fingers. He slicks himself up with rough, irregular strokes before finally, finally lining himself up. “Tell me if it hurts.”
Akutagawa’s only response to that is to spread his legs wider. He likes to think of himself as a patient person, but he has his limits just as any human does.
Vampires run out of patience too, it seems: because when Shiga pushes himself inside, he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in. Only then does he stop moving, though Akutagawa can feel his shudder. “Tight…”
The stretch aches, and yes, it’s a little painful, but not more than Akutagawa can handle. “…It feels huge.”
“You’re one to talk,” Shiga replies with a breathless laugh. Akutagawa turns even more red at the reminder of his own size. “Tell me when I can move.”
Akutagawa breathes deeply for a few moments. When the ache has subsided enough that he can shelve at the back of his mind, he nods.
Shiga starts slow, pulling back until only the head remains within Akutagawa and pushing forward again. Even that much is enough to make Akutagawa whimper, the feeling of skin against sensitive skin turning further away from discomfort and towards pleasure. No need to ask if Shiga’s feeling good as well: his murmurs of “Ryuu, Ryuu” coupled with his trembling grip on Akutagawa’s thighs make that plain.
It feels good, and it feels even better when Akutagawa lifts his hips to meet Shiga when he’s the deepest, to feel more and more of him. Shiga gasps, and his pace quickens just enough to have Akutagawa gasping as well.
A faster pace that Akutagawa meets floods pleasure through him, from where they’re connected to the tips of his fingers. What would feel even better than Shiga thrusting inside of him-
“Shiga, let me kiss you?”
Shiga falls upon him in a moment, meeting Akutagawa’s lips with his. The iron taste has faded, so what remains is all Shiga. It’s a messy kiss, since coordination is beyond either of them when Shiga’s still keeping up his rhythm, but Akutagawa doesn’t mind. He doubts Shiga does either, considering the number of moans that are swallowed up by Akutagawa’s mouth.
That spot from before is rubbed, and Akutagawa’s voice breaks on what would have been “Shiga” if he were able to create multiple syllables. Shiga smirks against Akutagawa’s mouth and aims exactly there, to rub against that spot with every thrust.
Akutagawa reaches to stroke himself - he can’t take much more of this, he’ll go mad - but Shiga beats him there, wrapping a hand around him and stroking to the same rhythm. Like that, there’s no chance he’ll last and no chance of holding out for Shiga. He comes, breaking the kiss to cry Shiga’s name over and over.
Shiga is still hard inside him, still moving. It’s too sensitive, almost painfully so, but Akutagawa only holds on to Shiga and tries to meet his movements as best he can until Shiga gives a few erratic thrusts and spills inside of Akutagawa.
When Shiga collapses from exhaustion, he stays inside of Akutagawa, and for a moment there is nothing but a satisfied post-orgasmic haze.
Then Akutagawa laughs.
Shiga lifts an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“I just realized that I don’t know for certain what color might drip out of me,” Akutagawa replies, eyes closed and a smile on his lips. “It could be bright green, like food coloring.”
“It’s white.” Shiga snorts. “But if it’ll get you to do this again with me, I’ll drink all the food coloring you want.”