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Wilhelm’s teeth plunged into his neck and tingles of a faint venom pulsed around his system like drops of rain. Robin giggled at the feeling and nibbled at the vampire in kind. The pale flesh tore easily and the black blood that speckled there tasted bitter, like ground coffee. He watched in awe as the fresh mark faded away into healthy, pale skin before his eyes. It was as if nothing had happened at all. Out of curiosity, he touched the plump flesh. It felt unbroken, untouched and perfect in every way. If Wilhelm didn’t regenerate so quickly, he would have been covered in a galaxy of little bites and nips. Though his efforts would quickly fade, Robin leant in and bit him again, hoping to add to the invisible spray of marks.
“Ah!” Wilhelm cried, the sound transforming into a purr through rows of teeth. “…That… that is something I will never understand.” He mumbled softly, nursing the fresh wound with his long, elegant fingers as it healed. “Why do your kind bite each other when – I assume – the taste of blood is not especially appetising to the human tongue?” He whimpered when Robin’s teeth bore into his skin once more. “S-Surely my blood is even less palatable than yours, dare I say it but if it is vile to me, it must be sickening for you.”
“It’s awful, to be honest with ya.” Robin said with a smile. ‘’But it’s worth it to hear you whimper like that.’’ He wiped his mouth. “Look at ya, all big and scary and whinin’ like it bloody hurts.” He taunted, grabbing a tendril in his hands, and lightly squeezing the sensitive tip.
Wilhelm had to stifle a giggle at the ticklish sensation. “You bite too hard, Robin.” He excused. “Contrarily, I have to be extraordinarily careful with these.” A clawed nail tapped the pointed rows of teeth that shone with hungry saliva. The fangs in particular were lathered with that same, tingly painkiller.
Secretly, Robin scratched at a scar on his hand, knowing that it would bleed. “I never said ya had to be gentle.”
“I like to be.” He said softly, his white eyes locking in place and fixating on the back of his hand, as if seeing through him to the source of the blood. He lost his train of thought in an instant and a new one replaced it. “Oh, is that for me?” His blue tinted tongue flicked against his teeth, wetting them further as he waited for a response.
“If you can catch it, sure.” He lifted his arm up high, knowing it was within the vampire’s reach. In reality, the entire room was in his grasp. Even so, it was a treat to see his eyes light up in excitement. Wilhelm rose up, slinking over with his whole body like a snake. He coiled around Robin with tendrils holding him tightly for balance. Wilhelm bowed his head to lick at the bleeding scar. His long tongue rolled against it carefully, gently, and lovingly as if he was doing it to soothe him rather than to feed. His heart skipped a beat when the vampire’s mouth locked around it and sharp teeth brushed his skin. Wilhelm began to suck at it with a desperation he hadn’t seen for a while. When the well of blood ran dry, he bit down, tempting a wince out of Robin.
Wilhelm pulled away, realising that he had done a little too much. “Forgive me, I’ve missed you more than I would care to admit.” It was such a strange, yet wonderful sound to hear his voice. It felt more real in that words could be lost so easily between the rows of teeth and lengthy tongue. There was something so beautiful about tender words uttered by a beast so beyond him. He didn’t mind that they were sometimes butchered by a mouth not designed for speech. It was endearing and sometimes cute.
“I s’pose I’ll keep it in mind that you get bitey when you’re lonely.” He patted the vampire on the back. “But joking aside, I’ve missed you too. I love hanging out with Jeremy and all but I sometimes just wanna cuddle up with you and take it easy for a bit.”
Wilhelm looked up to meet his eyes. “You’re always welcome to stop by. I certainly wouldn’t mind an unexpected visit from you.”
“Of course. I might just pop by sometime.” He replied, thinking that a few more nights here every now and again would do him some good.
Wilhelm licked at the fresh supply of blood, gladly lapping it up. Robin let his eyes absorb the sight and commit it to memory. Seeing a freakish but wonderful being lick him with such gentleness and care made his body feel warm. He drank until there was nothing more. He licked his teeth, bowed his head as if to bite down once more but paused. “Gott… I mustn’t overindulge.” Wilhelm said, lowering back down to sit in his lap. “You have given me more than enough already.” The tentacles around the room receded and re-joined their master. Some coiled around Robin’s chest, others around his arms and one looped around his neck like a scarf as if every part of him was being hugged.
“So… you’ve gotten your fix, a nibble or two… what now, huh?” Robin tempted, leaning in to kiss the vampire.
“Whatever you would like, Robin. Maybe I could read to you, hm? Mm, what I wouldn’t do just to spend my day in bed with you…” A gaunt hand caressed his cheek and Wilhelm kissed him in the best way a monster could.
“Well, we’ve spent ‘bout half of it in ‘ere already.” Robin said, running a hand down his partner’s belly and further to the mass of tentacles below. They were soft, smooth, and slick in his hands and he massaged them to feel the pulses that ran through them like invisible bubbles of excitement. “There’s no harm in staying a while longer, I reckon.”
Those words closed the miniscule gap between them. In moments, he found himself locked together with Wilhelm. The vampire was especially gentle with his kisses and took great care not to bump teeth. He wasn’t at all forceful, rather, his kisses were kind, patient and rich with longing. Robin returned the favour, with equally tender brushes, pecks and nuzzles. The jagged teeth almost felt familiar to him now. He was aware of how to traverse them, to avoid the points and to focus on the warm, wet epicentre they defended. As the moments passed by like fluttering butterflies, it occurred to Robin just how much he’d missed Wilhelm. He’d missed this softness, this gentleness, and this endless tranquillity. The quiet did so much in his world of excitement. It healed him, soothed him, and took away the remnants of the days before with caring hands.
Slowly, they pulled away from one another. Wilhelm cupped his chin, and he averted his gaze, as if he was embarrassed by the words flowing from his lips. “Forgive me for asking, but I… I sometimes wonder how you imagine me when we’re apart.” He said, briefly meeting his eyes. “I know that I’m beautiful when I appear as one of your kin, but I have to ponder if that beauty is – as ironic as it is – unattractive for you. Perhaps it is unrealistic, artificial, or cheap in your eyes. But then again, when I’m like this, I’m certainly not the most attractive of creatures, nor am I—”
He hushed his nervous babbling with a quick kiss. “I think of you just like this.” He said, opening his arms out wide to include the entirety of him; wriggling tendrils, pale body, unusually pretty face and all. “And I do that because this is… you. I reckon being so… genuine is lovely, y’know. You’re always beautiful, but here, it feels even more real.”
“Stop it…” Wilhelm blushed with the subtlest of pinks blossoming on his pale face.
“I don’t think I will.” He taunted, pinching the vampire’s warming cheeks. “Don’t you dare brush me off when I say that you’re gorgeous.” He teased, stroking the vampire’s chest.
“And if I do?” Wilhelm said, relaxing at his touch.
“I’ll keep saying it ‘cause there’s nothin’ wrong with admitting you’re a stunning bloke.”
“Shush or I might just have to kiss you.” Wilhelm warned, blushing all over again.
“Y’know what? I reckon you might jus’ be—" He couldn’t even finish before his words were smothered by an affectionate kiss. The vampire’s long tongue slipped into his mouth in a bizarre but enticing kiss of sorts. Robin too, inched forward, gladly taking the length in. He offered his own in return and he couldn’t help but wonder what he tasted like. Perhaps he tasted of Wilhelm’s blood, or just maybe, his own. He let his hands wander around his monstrous lover’s body, admiring every slender aspect of him, from the bones in his shoulders, the smooth feel of his ribs, the squishiness of his belly and the individual bumps in his back. Tendrils and hands alike explored his body, touching him with a similar fondness and adoration.
It was moments like these when Robin felt the warmth bubbling inside of his body that he felt for just the briefest flickers of time that he was in love. Uncertainty tainted that warmth, cooled it, distorted it, made it unique and bizarre. He didn’t mind. Warmth was safe, cosy, comforting and soothing. Perhaps someday sparks would fly, and a fire would be born, but for now, only a reassuring heat would permeate through him.
Wilhelm was warmer and maybe, a flame had burst inside of him. He could feel it in his gaze, his smile, the way he offered kisses to him without even saying a word. It was in the way he welcomed him inside with enthusiasm, offered him anything and everything and hugged him tight when he inevitably had to leave. He was always so patient, happy to wait for him and he missed him when he wasn’t there. Maybe there was a wildfire inside, waiting to grow and spread. Robin held the vampire close, as if to pull that passion right to his heart. He wanted that fire to come to him, to nestle inside and burn bright.
White eyes locked with his own and he felt another wave of fondness rush through him like a hot gush of air. They finally separated, only to reconnect in mere seconds. Wilhelm nuzzled against him, rubbing their noses together with a playful sort of sweetness. With a final kiss, the vampire slowly nestled himself in the crook of his neck. He held Wilhelm close and allowed the comfort to flourish into a simple sort of bliss; the embrace of another. The calm he felt was like the foggy happiness that followed a romanticised dream. Except, this dream wouldn’t fade away into an obscure, unattainable memory. It was right here, before his eyes. It was tangible, real, and yet fantastical. Robin felt along the body of a dream come true, traced his edges, curves, and bumps, feeling him becoming more and more familiar. Every aspect of him felt surreal in its unexpected beauty. Robin could cherish so many little things, like the jagged bumps of his knuckles, the glossiness of his nails, the optimism in his eyes, his little white eyelashes, the beauty mark that refused to leave and the sharp point of his nose.
Robin felt the smallest of sparks flicker, like a jolt of electricity. By the time it fizzled out, Robin wondered if it had been real, imagined or perhaps someplace in-between. He felt its heated remains and began to think that perhaps, it would inspire a flame.