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Cough, cough!
A low groan escaped his mouth as his back slowly slid down the brick wall. It left a red streak of blood behind until his body finally rested on the chilly ground. He used what little strength he still had to check the wound on his side and hissed in pain. He could feel how serious the injury was; he was losing a lot of blood so it wasn’t looking good. This time, he had actually been dealt a fatal blow.
Someone must have given him inaccurate or even entirely wrong information to make his entire plan fall apart, as his opponents caught him off guard. They were attacked by a group considerably larger than his, much better armed and apparently fully familiar with his tactics. His men were dying before his eyes. But him? He ran like a dog with its tail tucked, as far as he could from the horrible scene. Pathetic.
He took a slow, deep breath before slowly scanning the area around him. The darkness brought on by the late hour greatly limited his field of vision, but he could easily discern the pool of blood forming beneath his body. It certainly didn’t look like anyone was going to find him any time soon in this narrow alley. Not only was it late at night, but he was in an area that barely anyone ever visited at all.
Was this really the end for the famous Mr. Mole?
Well, it’s not like he had any place to return to anymore. He was careless, and because of that he’s just gone broke and, on top of that, he’s probably lost most of his men, if not all of them. If by some miracle he were to make it out alive, it would mean the end of his business either way. Ah, how could he have allowed such underestimation of his opponent?
All his muscles screamed in pain and his breathing became even more heavy than before. He was getting hot all over and he absolutely disliked it. He made several attempts to stand up, but his body simply refused to cooperate. No luck. He probably had no choice but to give up.
As if that weren’t enough of a problem, he heard footsteps. Well, of course they wouldn’t let a famous mafia boss escape. They were probably dreaming of nothing but his head as a trophy of victory decorating a display case. Moreover, internal organs have always been valuable on the black market. They would undoubtedly make a huge amount of money out of his lungs.
The anxiety in his chest was growing with each sound the stranger's boots made on the bloody areas. He had no chances of escaping, yet his survival instinct still prompted him to weakly reach for the gun hidden in his pocket. He didn’t have the strength to raise his arm, so all he could do was aim the weapon from his waist height. Finally, a male figure emerged from the darkness, stopping in front of the mafia boss on the verge of death. He was unable to get a clear view of the stranger due to the blood and sweat running down his forehead. The first thing he could see were his combat boots, and when he looked up, he also saw a white shirt with a red tie. He was wearing a black hood over his head, which made it even more difficult to identify the man’s face.
Unexpectedly, the stranger knelt down next to his frail body and put his fingers in the pool of blood. Then, he brought the hand up close to his nose, and proceeded to… sniff the liquid. “Smells good.” The man whispered in a hoarse voice.
Great, so he’s going to die by the hands of some total psycho? He really couldn’t have come across anyone better! He watched with disgust how the stranger licked his fingers of blood. Mr. Mole really couldn’t tell what was going on, but he wasn’t enjoying that weird performance. He frowned when, after tasting the red liquid, the man seemed to freeze in place. It made him anxious. For God’s sake, just take his life and go.
“Don’t come… any closer.” He threatened, although he knew full well it didn’t really sound like a threat. It made him cringe how pitiful his own voice came out, but his instincts spoke for him, though the gun he was holding could be snatched away even by a child now. And the stranger didn’t seem to listen either as he quickly leapt forward, leaning just inches from Mr. Mole’s face and making him flinch. The mafia boss forgot how to breathe when a pair of crimson eyes pierced through his soul. “I’ve never tasted blood this good. Give me more.”
What?
Mr. Mole was dumbfounded to say the least, as he began to analyze the stranger’s face in search of any logical answer to the question: who even was this person? He approaches him in the middle of the night, licks his blood and asks for more. No normal human being would do that, right? Mr. Mole could see all sorts of stitches and gross scars across the stranger’s pale skin, but the most distinctive feature was... his fangs. Two sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, oh so eager to plunge into the body of the other man. Now he also seemed to be panting, but for a completely different reason… His face looked flushed as he was intensely staring at the neck of the mafia boss.
A shiver ran down Mr. Mole’s spine, but slowly all the pieces seemed to fall into place. Was the stranger what people called… a vampire? He wanted to laugh. Maybe he was the real psycho here. As crazy as it sounded, this beast was his only lifeline now. He didn’t really have any other options and he could die at any moment due to blood loss; he was frankly desperate. It didn’t seem like the stranger knew who Mr. Mole was nor that he had any connections to the mafia. The vampire probably got attracted by the smell of his blood, which apparently really appealed to him. And who would Mr. Mole be if he let such an opportunity slip through his fingers? Despite his current situation, his business was not built on luck alone but from his terrifying ability to take advantage of every single opportunity given to him. A smirk appeared on his lips as he spoke the next words: “As you can see, I’m not in a very good condition right now. But if you help me… cough , you can drink as much of my blood as you like.”
~
Mr. Mole was quietly humming a happy tune. He was in a really good mood that day, having almost finished moving boxes into his new office and sorting out papers. He could finally enjoy a slightly more comfortable and spacious location, his company prospering anew.
Of course, it wasn’t the highest point his business had ever reached, but considering that just a month ago he lost everything he worked on and almost died in a dark alley, things were going back to normality at an overwhelmingly fast pace. And it’s all thanks to his new (and at the moment the only one) employee, Hound. Hiring a vampire seemed absurd to say the least, but who was Mr. Mole to worry about such trivialities? The most important thing to him was money . And what was the best thing about Hound? He didn’t want any money. For a job well done, Mr. Mole simply paid him in blood, which was beneficial for both parties. Hound gained a steady supply of food and Mr. Mole gained a valuable pawn. The proof of that were the small fang wounds on either side of his neck, which admittedly itched a bit, but didn’t bother him in the long term. Hound displayed skills that none of his previous employees had ever possessed. This was probably due to his supernatural genes, but it was just another of the reasons why the vampire was so useful.
Mr. Mole put his hands on his hips and sighed with satisfaction. Just then, the office door opened with a bang. Speak of the devil! “Hound! Perfect timing, I just finished moving all the stuff. How did the job go? Would my favorite employee like a cup of tea or coffee?” He opened his arms and grinned, revealing his gold tooth. But no answer could be heard, only quick and heavy footsteps, which knocked the mafia boss to the floor. “Blood.”
Right, there’s one thing Mr. Mole forgot to mention. Whenever Hound was thirsty for blood, he became incredibly… horny. Every time the vampire got excited, his eyes would lit up crimson and his front teeth would take on a pointy shape. Just like the first day they met. Even though Mr. Mole might have found it endearing how demanding the other man was getting, the fact that Hound was now eagerly pressing their bodies together was also putting him in quite a tight spot. Well, things like these were also his responsibility now. And he would be lying if he didn’t admit that the vampire’s blushing and worked up face wasn’t exciting him either. “Easy there. I got us some wine, you know, to celebrate one month of me still being alive. Don’t you want to get some rest first?”
“Later. That shitty job made me hungry.”
Mr. Mole had to seriously consider who was really working for whom here. “Sure, just… Maybe let’s not do this on the floor.” He already knew that having his blood sucked could cause him to become extremely dizzy, and the thought of lying on the hard floor at that time sounded rather unpleasant. Hound only rolled his eyes without saying anything and wrapped his arms around the mafia boss so as to let himself be carried to the sofa. His vampire was such a baby, wasn’t he? Although their relationship was officially just business, they sometimes got strangely soft for each other. But none of them dared to say it out loud yet.
So, with Hound sitting on his lap, Mr. Mole relaxed on the new piece of furniture, resting his back on the soft cushions. The vampire was about to wrap his arms around his boss’ neck, but there was one thing they didn’t expect to happen. Hound’s red tie smacked Mole across the face as he hovered over him. “It’s in the way.” Mole complained, but for some reason, an ugly grin formed on his lips anyway.
“Right, let me get it off-” Hound sighed and was about to get rid of the unnecessary part of his clothes when Mole suddenly grabbed his wrist. “Wait, I have a better idea.” He stopped him and the vampire only gave him a skeptical look. When the mafia boss finished removing the other man’s tie from his shirt, he decided to use it… to blindfold Hound instead.
“What the fuck are you-”
“Shh. Focus on your job. Enjoy it.” Mole whispered in his ear before tying the necktie over the vampire’s eyes. He pulled him towards his neck and loosened his collar to grant the other access to the flesh there. Hound growled unhappily about this whole scenario, but he couldn’t deny that… there was something oddly attractive about it. Because he wasn’t able to see anything, the sensitivity of his other senses seemed to increase. Mole’s natural scent became more intense than he remembered it and combined with his enticing sweat, the vampire’s mouth suddenly became watery.
Hound started squirming because the smells were messing with his head. Out of nowhere there was a desire for more. His body was asking for more. He wanted to taste the other’s skin so bad to the point of slowly becoming desperate. Mole’s breathing also became more distinct; he could hear his every exhale. He could feel his chest rising with every inhale. And it was so damn arousing. Maybe losing eyesight for a while wasn’t so bad after all.
Before he could react in any way, Hound could feel Mole’s hands gently rubbing his hips. A bit of a surprise formed on his face, maybe along with some discomfort due to the soft bulge already forming between his thighs. He could feel the other’s body so well, and that gave him shivers he never experienced before. As Mr. Mole looked down, he couldn’t stop that victorious smirk. Of course he had to admire the beautiful mess in front of him: his and only his flustered vampire. “Come on, Hound. Don’t make me wait any longer, I know you can’t resist it.”
And Hound simply couldn’t wait any longer. Finally, after waiting and wanting for so long, his fangs sink in the man’s neck. Mr. Mole groans at first; most likely he won’t ever get used to this weird sensation. The sharp teeth piercing through his skin and tearing into his flesh is always the worst part. But a deal is a deal, so all he can do is close his eyes and try to tolerate the feeling. It stings uncomfortably as Hound sucks blood out of him but for some reason, it soon becomes much more pleasant. Although it’s making him light-headed, his body starts feeling satisfyingly warm and it allows him to relax.
On the other hand, Hound is already losing it in the best way possible. The taste of that sweet, the most delicious blood mixed with a bit of saltish sweat is way more vibrant than usually. And he fucking loves it. He’s so eager to bite, to suck and lick. Mole’s blood is like cherry juice to him, and he wants to drink it down to the last drop. Yet, much to his disappointment, the next second he’s being pushed away. A trickle of blood runs down Mr. Mole’s neck, which trails down his shoulder and stains his shirt. “Hey, I know you love my blood but at this rate I’ll pass out.”
Even if Hound is currently blindfolded, Mole is sure the vampire secretly sends him a glare. He has to chuckle seeing that obvious dissatisfaction on the other’s face. “If your lips feel that lonely, there’s another place you can put them.” Mole says and grins, waiting for the vampire’s reaction. Hound clearly craves for touch and wants to kiss, so he leans in and searches for his boss’ lips.
Mole laughs at first, but then joins their mouths together. Mole has to admit he’s slowly losing his patience too. Can you blame him though, when someone so adorable latches onto his neck oh so passionately? Their lips clash and they kiss passionately, straight away sucking at each other’s tongues. There’s no room for any gentleness, not when they both are this riled up already. There’s still some blood left on Hound’s lips, so their spit gets mixed with the metallic taste of the red liquid. Mole has to frown because of that bitterness, but for the vampire it tastes like the most outstanding and luxurious dessert. He didn’t expect how much could change simply by having his eyes covered. How everything could taste so different. Better.
Hound is rolling his tongue around and eagerly licks the other’s lip. He’s sucking on it and melting into the kiss. Did he ever pay this much attention to the exact shape of Mole’s mouth? It feels as if he’s getting to know these delicious flavors he thought he already knew all over again. This new side of what’s familiar excites him so much that he starts grinding down against Mole. The sudden friction makes both of them gasp and Hound really, really can’t help but bite once again, sinking his fangs into the other’s bottom lip. Mole winces and pushes the vampire away. “I told you already, didn’t I? No more biting for now.”
Since Hound doesn’t look like he wants to listen to anything his boss says, Mole has to take matters into his own hands. He manhandles the vampire to lie down on his stomach and Hound seriously wants to sob. He wants to sob because of the mere fact that the delicious candy he just tasted has been taken away from him so quickly. The vampire really, really wants to eat these candies all at once, despite Mole’s best efforts to teach him that they should be cherished piece by piece. Of course, Hound is a fool for thinking that it’s over when his boss has even better treats in store.
“When will you learn to listen…” Mole sighs and slaps the vampire’s butt. That sudden sharp hit makes Hound jump a little and sends a spark straight to his groin. “I thought my best employee was more disciplined.” Fuck, it was humiliating, but also so dangerously hot.
The next minute Hound’s pants and boxers are thankfully being pulled down, revealing his butt in its full glory. Mole positions himself between the vampire’s thighs and spreads his legs apart. Hound’s pitiful cock touches the sofa they’re lying on and it makes his muscles tighten up. Right now he desires any kind of friction so bad, he unconsciously humps the soft fabric of the furniture. It’s embarrassing, showing this kind of desperation in front of his boss, but the chase for pleasure is irresistible.
“I didn’t let you do that.” Mole grips the vampire’s hips and stops them from moving.
“Didn’t need your permission.”
“So that’s how you want to play.” Hound’s ears can register a sound of a cap being opened and suddenly he feels a cold liquid drip down his hole. It makes him shiver, especially when Mole puts one finger inside without any previous notice. “Shit-!” Hound’s sharp teeth sink into the cushions. He will likely leave torn marks on them later. Almost like a pet would.
Mole starts slowly but surely fingering the vampire. He observes his reactions, his eyes analyze Hound’s muscular form from top to bottom and his gaze carefully follows every scar, scratch, and fresher wounds. Hound’s body has always seemed interesting to him. He enjoys looking at it every time he’s fucking him from behind like that. His back is beautiful, bent in a perfect curve, and he’s a whole meal with that blindfold still covering his eyes. Hound is now panting under him, making sweet, sweet naughty sounds. Completely at his mercy. Mole can’t help himself but, a bit absent-mindedly, reaches his hand into the vampire’s hair to remove the hair band there.
The mafia boss smiles. Hound’s hair falls around his face and he looks so pretty with his head turned to the side, drool escaping from between his lips only to leave a wet mark on the cushion. To reward and appreciate that stunning look, Mole adds another finger and Hound lets out a moan. He’s now scissoring the vampire and twirling his fingers around, pushing and pulling them out. Hound is trembling violently, unable to control his own shaking muscles. Unfortunately for him, Mole is being painfully careful as not to touch his prostate. Not yet. His fingers only brush it ever so slightly and it leaves the poor vampire frustrated.
The fingers retreat and Hound is left feeling empty. A disappointed groan escapes his mouth as he’s been sadly robbed of the sweet stimulation. He knows something far better than fingers is coming but his ass still moves back, begging to be filled again. He’s getting really worked up and his cock is pulsing impatiently.
“Now you’re being obedient, huh?” The mafia boss chuckles and Hound hopes for something bigger , but Mole pauses. He feels the need to tease Hound just for a bit longer. He leans over to make a few marks on the vampire’s back too. He can’t be worse than him, right? Hound melts as a line of kisses and bites are left on his shoulders and collarbone. He gets goosebumps from the hot breath on the back of his neck and wet, overly affectionate pecks. Mole suddenly becomes… gentle. Way too gentle. It’s nice, it really is, but not at the moment. Not when Hound desperately wants him to fuck his brains out.
“Please, just put it in already…” The vampire breaks and voices the request. Sadly, there is no answer, and Mole also completely pulls away. Hound is confused and he’s wondering what’s going on. Is that all? Is Mole really going to stop at this point??
But then a hand embraces his twitching cock. Gently. Hound gasps, partly out of surprise and partly because he loves the touch. He expects Mole to start pumping it, but there’s nothing.
“Show me how badly you want it.”
“What?”
“Show me the way you want me to fuck you.”
“Man, screw you.”
“I’m waiting.”
Hound curses again and he can hear the other’s ugly smirk. Though, he’s so horny he has to give up on his pride. His face is red, but he adjusts his position and sloppily starts fucking into Mole’s hand. His movements are erratic and even a bit pathetic, but he’s thirsty for release too much to care. His hips move sexily up and down, performing a seductive dance just for his boss’ eyes. Hound presses his forehead against a cushion and works his body until his cock leaks precum.
His breathing is fast and his effort seems to have reached Mole’s heart because finally, he hears a sound of a belt being unbuckled. His boss lines himself against Hound’s twitching hole and strokes himself a few times to spread lube on his cock. When it’s slick enough, he firmly grips Hound’s waist and slowly starts pushing inside. Both of them forget to breathe for a second, which results in the vampire tightening up. Mole groans as Hound’s immensely hot walls surround his now also yearning for friction cock.
The moment Mole bottoms out, Hound already feels full. And weak. He can’t see anything with his eyes covered, but he’s sure that a bulge has formed on his tummy because of the size of his boss. He’s huge and it’s overwhelming but he’s not given the time to get used to the feeling. Why would Mole allow that after Hound was so eager to jump on him first thing after walking into the office and bite him straight away?
Mole grabs one of Hound’s thighs to give himself better access. He pulls the vampire’s body closer and brushes some hair off his sweaty forehead. He immediately sets a rather rough pace of his hips and the vampire sobs into the cushion. The blindfold is still there and it makes him super aware of every movement his boss makes. He pays attention to the exact shape of Mole’s cock, how it pounces his inner walls with precision and how his whole body responds to the strong thrusts. Hound’s whining, and he can feel his knees slowly giving up. His body loves it so much that it stops obeying him, asking for more attention. His arms and legs go limp as they beg for pleasure.
Mole notices how much the other’s body enjoys the stimulation and feels the vampire relax. His hole is almost sucking him in. Between thrusts, he sneaks a hand under the vampire’s shirt and squeezes his nipple. That sudden pinch makes Hound yelp and it causes him to stir awake from his daze for a second. The unexpected attention to his chest makes him squirm again, his thighs try to close but his boss is keeping him from doing so. He’s suddenly aware of his vulnerable state, of the hands roaming over his body. Mole notices his sudden wave of shyness and grabs Hound by the hair to pull his head up. “Let me hear you baby.”
“Ah-!” Hound responds with a moan when a particularly hard thrust suddenly hits his prostate. He can only tremble under the electrifying touch of his boss and he’s able to reply only with whimpers. It’s good, so good his mind repeats like a mantra: Mole, Mole, Mole . The mafia boss also closes his eyes now and groans when he buries his cock deep inside the vampire. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips slightly parted too. His face looks focused and it does match his intent, eager to deliver wonderful pleasure to both of them. The warm flesh squeezing his dick is addictive and the way Hound surrenders to him is way too hot.
The pleasure gathering in his lower stomach makes his hips move on their own. Keeping his hands firmly on Hound’s waist, Mole continues his pace, making vigorous thrusts that leave loud naughty sounds reverberating in the room. Somewhere in between, he takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. It’s hot and every clash of their bodies makes Hound whine. His legs are trembling every time Mole pushes inside and he wants to squirm, if it wasn’t for the firm grip of the man above him. It’s so, so much that tears come to his eyes. “Let me bite… Hgh! One last time today, please...” He asks in a weak high-pitched voice that breaks into moans.
“You’re a real sucker for my blood, huh?”
“Fuck…”
“You gotta learn how to ask for what you want more nicely.” Mole says as he slaps the vampire’s butt once again, all the while not slowing down the fast pace of his hips.
“Fine! Please! Yes, I love… love your blood so much!”
Hound gasps as Mole abruptly grabs him under his arms and flips him onto his back. The mafia boss rips the blindfold and their eyes meet, their faces just inches apart now. The vampire’s hands immediately embrace the other’s body and his nails accidentally scratch the rough skin there. He bites the other side of Mole’s neck when he’s still thrusting into him, and that makes it for him. That red nectar giving delight to his palate combined with stimulation of his prostate bring him incredible ecstasy as he comes all over his stomach. The orgasm arrives with a long moan and a weak sob as Hound throws his head back. He’s drooling and his toes curl, his mind hazy from the tremendous sensation.
The clench of Hound’s stomach sends a particularly satisfying spark through Mole’s body. It sends him loudly groaning and panting. The vampire’s moans and the sight of him with eyes rolled back drive him into the final wave of excitement.
Hound’s whole body trembles violently from overstimulation, his hands catching anything they land on. First the bed, then Mole, then the cushions and back to Mole again. It’s so overwhelming that it’s hard to keep his body in one place. “Mole, fuck- Agh!” He cries although he’s not really sure what he’s saying anymore.
“Almost… there.” Mole’s thrusts become uneven, his breath terribly difficult to catch. He has a perfect view of Hound’s fangs when the vampire seductively parts his lips, not able to suppress the delightful sounds coming out his mouth anymore. Now that Mole looks at these sharp teeth, they’re kinda cute. They make Hound even more attractive than he already is, especially in his messy state. And suddenly sweat runs down his forehead, as he delivers one last thrust and comes deep inside the smaller man.
Mole lays his body on top of Hound and they both pant for a few minutes. Only after a while, when Mole gets down from his high, he pulls out, still resting against the smaller form.
“Ugh move, it’s sticky…” The vampire protests, still trying to catch his breath.
“You’ve got to be kidding me… I’ve lost so much blood I can barely move. I feel even worse than when I have a hangover and I didn’t drink anything this time.”
Hound sighs and brushes Mole’s hair to take a look at his face. He indeed was very pale. Maybe, just maybe, he really overdid it this time…
~
Mr. Mole woke up when sunlight struck his face. He lazily got up from the couch and stretched his arms, then took a quick glance around the room. He still felt a little dizzy and nauseous but it was definitely better than yesterday. Getting some sleep definitely helped him recover from blood loss, but there was another problem now. His stomach growled. Right, his employee got a 5-star meal but Mole didn’t even have time to eat dinner last night! He made a mental note to stuff the vampire’s mouth not with blood but with his dick next time.
His attention was drawn to a pile of clothes lying on the floor next to the couch, including his jacket and shirt. The most intriguing thing, however, was that the clothes were making… snoring sounds. Mole yawned and picked up the clothes to look at what, or rather who was hiding underneath them.
“The fuck man-!” Hound immediately groaned and snatched the clothes away to use them as a cover once more. His boss apparently interrupted his peaceful beauty sleep. “Get some blinds for these windows, asshole.”
“Blinds?” Ah, right. Mr. Mole just remembered that vampires hate sun, living in the shadows of night in every known myth and legend. It was obvious Hound would hate sunny mornings.
He walked around the room to find anything he could cover the windows with, but then he noticed what condition the couch was in. It was full of blood stains, sweat, and white stuff too… There goes his new furniture.
Ahh, he will have to add one more thing to the shopping list. Which means he will have to send Hound on more missions to make money. And that means he will have to feed him blood again. It looks like it’s going to be a tough week…