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“Another attack against a vampire,” the news anchor proclaimed on the screen on their shared TV. “Yesterday at around 11:30 PM, the police received a report of an assault against a vampire at the Grand Baazar. The head of the Sumeru City Police confirmed that the victim is alive and stable despite the sustained injuries and that the most likely instigator was the self-proclaimed anti-vampire vigilante group ‘Sunlight’...”
Alhaitham glanced at Kaveh, who was standing in front of the mirror in their hall, meticulously fixing his hair and makeup. He was getting ready for one of his “appointments,” and he couldn’t allow himself to look anything less than perfectly clean, tame, and presentable. Alhaitham curbed the rising urge to give him another lecture about the possible dangers of his escapades because he knew that no matter how rationally he laid it all down in front of him, no matter how many times they would argue over this, Kaveh would not listen to him, at all. He sighed. Gods, it irked him so much. He disliked the fact that in spite of the rising rates of violence against vampires, Kaveh still refused to turn to safer ways of acquiring food for himself, and instead risked his life every time he walked out alone at night. He was too stubborn for his own good, and Alhaitham cared about him a little bit too much to admit.
“I'm not sure why you're willingly putting yourself in danger, Kaveh,” he said, finally giving in to the itch. He turned the TV off, interrupting the news anchor in listing all the other anti-vampire attacks in the past month.
The statement earned him a tired glare from the blonde.
“I have to eat,” was the curt, irritated reply he got. He'd gotten the same one last time when he mentioned that. And the time before that. And numerous other times whenever this topic arose.
He reached for the book lying on the coffee table and reclined back on the sofa, fixing his reading glasses. “And are there no other ways for you to get blood safely?” he asked, more rhetorically than due to lack of knowledge, because he already knew the answer.
“This is a safe way for me to get blood,” Kaveh muttered, putting on the mascara on his eyelashes. Alhaitham looked at his reflection in the mirror from above his glasses. He thought he didn’t really need any. “The people are verified by the app administrators and willingly consenting, agreeing to all terms and conditions. If something sketchy happens, I can just report it on my phone and the police will receive an alert. I’ve already told you that. Five times,” he added, closing the tube of the cosmetic with irritation. It was a miracle it didn’t crack in his hands.
Alhaitham opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say anything, Kaveh cut in, glowering at him in the mirror.
“And no, I will not use blood banks. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my hunger by myself, and there are other, disadvantaged and underprivileged vampires that need it more than I do,” he said with a conversation-ending tone that allowed no retort. He put on his jacket and judging by how sharp his movements were, Alhaitham angered him.
This was Kaveh – always so righteous, so selfless, so willing to endanger his own life for the sake of other people who didn’t even know him. Never listening to good advice coming from a genuine place of care. Alhaitham believed his approach to be at least unreasonable, if not plain stupid and reckless, but they’d already argued about it too many times to count. There was no getting to Kaveh in this matter, it seemed, no matter how much Alhaitham tried to, no matter how many sleepless nights he spent alert, waiting to hear the click of the front door unlocking, signalling that Kaveh came home safely.
“It’s your decision,” Alhaitham simply said, closing the book and standing up. He didn’t read a single sentence. “You know my opinion on the matter.”
Kaveh turned around on his foot to face Alhaitham. His red eyes, a bit washed out due to not drinking fresh blood for a longer time, shone with anger.
“It’s so easy for you to say these things when you don’t have to rely on other people this much to survive, is it not?” he spat, walking up to Alhaitham. “Am I scared of the rampant violence against vampires? Yes, but unfortunately, I am the way I am, and there’s nothing that will change that, no matter how much I dream of it.” Kaveh was now close enough to him to point his index finger against Alhaitham’s chest. “You have no idea how it feels to be in my shoes, so please save your lectures for someone else.”
His outburst left Alhaitham quite shocked. He could only stand there, observing the heavy-breathing Kaveh looking up at him with eyes as sharp as knives. For the first time, he thought that maybe he did overstep a line, and felt the bitter taste of guilt at the back of his throat. Was it too bad that he just cared about this safety this much? That he was simply concerned about him?
“Why wouldn’t you drink blood of someone you know? Someone close, a regular donor?” he pressed. Why was Kaveh so adamant on this?
The vampire snorted with irritation. “There are no people close enough to me that I would willingly afflict with regular bites, and that would agree to this.”
“I’m sure there are.”
“No, there are not-“
“There are,” Alhaitham pressed before he could stop himself. Words that kept bubbling under his skin came out unguarded. “I’m here. You can drink my blood, keep me as your regular donor.”
Kaveh was stunned. His anger evaporated in a second as his shoulders slumped and his face went completely blank. Carmine eyes were blown wide as he stared at the man in disbelief with his mouth hanging open, processing the implications behind the proposition. A long period of uncomfortable, heavy silence elapsed before he finally blinked and turned around to leave.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” the vampire murmured, opening the front door of their apartment. “I don’t need your pity.”
He left, closing the door with a bang. Alhaitham stood in the middle of the living room, his heart beating against his ribcage as if he had just run a marathon, staring into the empty space that Kaveh occupied just seconds ago. He finally exhaled the breath he unconsciously held in, and it tasted like admitting defeat.
A few hours later, Alhaitham could still not fall asleep, tossing in his bed from side to side as something gnawed at his insides. Not even the sound of the front door unlocking and Kaveh’s careful footsteps could give him the peace of mind necessary to drift off.
He was not a superstitious man, but he had a strange, bad feeling about all of it.
*
A few days passed since that evening, and they hadn’t spoken since.
Generally speaking, Alhaitham felt that Kaveh purposefully avoided him. He went out for his classes before Alhaitham could wake up, which was weird because, having lived together, they knew each other’s timetables and Kaveh’s classes did not start before 10 AM at least. He also made sure to return home either very late, when Alhaitham was already in bed, or when he was out for his own classes so that Kaveh could bunker up in his room and stay there until the next day.
Was Alhaitham angry at him? Yes. Did he stand adamantly by his own opinion on the matter of Kaveh’s dangerous meetings with strangers? Yes. Was he annoyed by his absolute stubbornness and selflessness that borderlined on self-sabotage? Also yes. But that did not stop the unease that had burned in his chest whenever he thought about Kaveh, and the concern that followed him all the time, not letting him get a full night of restful sleep.
Despite not seeing too much of Kaveh at home, he closely followed updates on his social media accounts to get at least a sliver of reassurance that he was doing okay. A picture with Tighnari here, a post from Dehya’ in which she had tagged him, a short video story from Cyno showing them having lunch together at campus. It was not much, but Alhaitham was thankful for these little crumbs nonetheless, and for the ease that they brought.
They had periods like this, in the past. That wasn’t the first storm in their relationship that they’d have to weather, and not the worst one by any means, but something about the general atmosphere around it made Alhaitham’s heart feel a bit crumpled, and the temporary emptiness that was left in Kaveh’s place was ten times more noticeable and disruptive.
*
It was well past 2 AM when a loud, thudding noise awoke him from his shallow, restless slumber.
Alhaitham straightened up in his bed with a groan, wondering who the heck would want to disturb them at such a late hour. For a second, he wanted to go back to sleep and let Kaveh handle this, but then he realized that he did not remember seeing his shoes on the shoe rack when he came back home that evening. The last remains of sleep were washed away from his mind as he frantically rummaged through the sheets to grab his phone. Maybe Kaveh just forgot about his keys, yet again? There weren’t any missed calls or unread messages from him, though, and Alhaitham couldn’t yet decide if it meant good news or bad. He got out of his bed and left his room.
A second later, there it was again – the same noise, but now stronger, more urgent. Feeling a growing unease, Alhaitham quickened his steps, almost running.
The sight that awaited him when he opened the front door horrified him, freezing the blood in his veins.
Kaveh stood there, barely supporting himself against the wall, with his shoulders slumped and head hanging low. He was breathing heavily and raggedy, seemingly both exhausted and in pain somewhere. His clothing was in a very sorry state – the jacket was nowhere to be seen, the white shirt was tattered, and his hair was a mess. He was clutching tightly to his chest with one arm, keeping the other up to knock at the door again.
And there was so, so much blood on him that Alhaitham’s head spun.
“Gods, Kaveh,” he whispered in panic, staring at the beaten-up man in front of him, stunned to the core.
The vampire looked up, and Alhaitham inhaled sharply seeing the purpling bruises blooming on his face. Anger burst inside his chest like a flame, ready to devour anyone who dared to touch and hurt Kaveh, to wound him like this-
“Haitham…” Kaveh rasped. His legs gave up under him, but Alhaitham managed to catch him before he fell.
He took the man to the bathroom, surprised by how light his body felt in his arm. For his safety, he arranged for Kaveh to sit against the edge of the bathtub. He put him down gently, making sure that he could uphold the position, and turned around to fetch a clean towel. He soaked the fabric in warm water in the sink and silently commenced washing Kaveh’s face, uncovering the full extent of the mosaic of tiny wounds and bruises that marred it.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Alhaitham asked quietly.
“Arm and… chest,” the vampire breathed out, wincing when Alhaitham lightly dabbed the discoloured skin under his eye.
“Sorry,” the man murmured. He walked up to the sink, rinsing and wringing the towel, watching with a knotted stomach how water mixed with Kaveh’s blood went down the drain in a faintly red swirl.
“We need to get you out of whatever remains of your shirt,” he said once he turned back. “I have to see the wound.”
Kaveh hesitated at first, but then nodded quickly, barely noticeable. Alhaitham gently helped the vampire get rid of his ripped shirt, and gasped at the sight of an ugly gash on his chest, directly above his heart. Kaveh turned his eyes away when Alhaitham looked at him in horror.
“If you say ‘I told you’,” he murmured, voice weak, “I will bite your throat out.”
Alhaitham looked back at his chest and gritted his teeth, angrier at the attackers than at Kaveh at the moment. He would have to speak with him on the matter yet again, but this was not the right time for lectures and yet another argument.
He brought the first aid kit from the drawer above the sink and tended to the wound, first cleaning it scrupulously and then securing it with gauze. A vampire’s wounds – at least the physical ones - heal much faster than human ones, so there was no need for stitches, and Alhaitham was thankful for that. Once he was done, he left Kaveh alone for a minute, fetching him a fresh set of pyjamas from his room. When he came back, the blond was still sitting in the same position, staring blankly at the wall. That was a worrying sight - could that be a concussion? Did they hurt his head, as well?
“Kaveh, is-“
“You were right,” the vampire said quietly, and although Alhaitham should have been relieved at these words, at Kaveh finally understanding, he could feel nothing but regret and upset. “They almost got me this time. That was a fake profile and when I went to meet the person it turned out it was an ambush and they hit me and took my phone and tried to pierce-“
“It’s okay. It was not your fault,” he interrupted softly when Kaveh’s words got too frantic and his voice too wobbly to carry on. He put down the pyjamas and took the other’s hands in his own, glancing at the bruised knuckles. A part of him was relieved that he put up a fight. “What matters most is that you’re alive now,” he added. “Take a light shower, I will wait for you outside. Unless you need my help?”
The question surprised Kaveh, who looked up at him with wide eyes. “N-no, I’ll be fine.”
Alhaitham just nodded and exited the bathroom, giving the vampire one last prolonged look. When Kaveh joined him a few minutes later, washed and changed and with his hair brushed, he looked only slightly better, and one attentive glance revealed to Alhaitham how reddened his eyes were.
Something broke in his chest at the sight.
Noticing how shaken up Kaveh still was, he gently grabbed his hand and took him to their kitchen. Once they entered the room, he switched on the lights under the shelves, and warm delicate light bathed their surroundings. The sound of the chair being pulled back told him that Kaveh sat down by the small breakfast table as he was fetching a glass and filling it with cool water, hoping that it would somewhat help with calming him down a bit. The other took it silently but only managed to take a few sips; he was probably too distressed for anything more than that.
“We will have to report this incident,” Alhaitham said once Kaveh had a few sips more. “The police and the application owner must know-“
“Can we not talk about it now?” Kaveh interrupted him quietly and bit his lower lip. “Just… can we take care of it tomorrow?”
Alhaitham stood silent for a brief moment. “Okay,” he replied softly, understanding. “Let’s go to sleep, you need rest.”
He took the half-full glass out of Kaveh’s hand and put it on the kitchen counter. Before he turned to the door, the vampire grabbed his wrist, clutching it tightly. Alhaitham looked at him in question and only then, in the light of the moon seeping through the sheer curtains, noticed how pale Kaveh’s skin and eyes were. He did not manage to feed himself that night, he realized.
“Can I…” Kaveh shook his head as if he was hesitant of his own thoughts. “This will sound stupid, but… Can I sleep with you tonight?” The vampire winced in embarrassment when Alhaitham did not reply. “I just don’t want to-“
“Sure. Let’s go,” Alhaitham simply said, grabbing his hand and guiding them to his own room.
It was a strange arrangement, sleeping with Kaveh in one bed, but Alhaitham couldn’t say he minded. If that was something that could help ease Kaveh’s mind tonight, he’d gladly oblige, even though it would only remind him of his own squashed feelings. Something strange stirred in his heart as he watched the vampire get under his own covers, pulling his duvet up to his chin, looking so small and vulnerable when he drowned underneath it. When Alhaitham took his place next to Kaveh, the blond turned his back against him, moving further away, almost to the very edge of the mattress. The empty space between them itched Alhaitham, not letting him relax to even attempt to fall asleep. He could only stare at the ceiling, too aware of the man next to him to close his eyes.
A few minutes of uncomfortable silence passed before Alhaitham felt Kaveh’s body shaking and heard quiet, delicate sniffles escaping from under the covers.
“Come here, Kaveh” he whispered, putting his hand around the vampire’s waist and pulling him closer. Kaveh did not protest – instead, he turned towards Alhaitham’s chest, sinking deeper into his embrace and exhaling a shaky breath. His body was cold, and the way he clutched Alhaitham’s shirt as if holding on to dear life made the man’s heart ache.
There was no way to tell how long it took Kaveh to calm down once he was secured by Alhaitham’s arms. A minute, an hour – neither could recall it afterwards. Alhaitham put his chin atop Kaveh’s head and listened to the sound of his breath evening out. It was the most calming of sounds, proof that Kaveh finally felt safe and cared for and in a place where he was supposed to be, where nothing could hurt him anymore. The rhythmic breathing combined with the warmth they shared from one body to another and Kaveh’s scent filling his nostrils was enough to lull Alhaitham to sleep. He was halfway asleep when he heard Kaveh’s whisper, barely audible.
“If you’re still willing to be my donor, then I agree.”
He tensed for a second and then hugged him closer in reply. Neither said anything else that night.
*
When Alhaitham woke up the next day to the sound of his alarm, the side of his bed was empty.
It was an aching sight that made him feel a strange hollowness in his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected, since Kaveh asking him to sleep in his bed was just a matter of simple need for assurance and comfort and nothing more. Their relationship was not advanced enough to warrant sleeping and waking up next to each other to become a regular occurrence, but Alhaitham still…
He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes lingered on the cool sheets for a brief moment before he got up and left the bed.
Familiar sounds of the morning clamour were coming from the kitchen, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air of the living room, beckoning Alhaitham to follow its trail. So Kaveh has not left, he thought as he walked into the kitchen, seeing the architect fiddling with the buttons of their (expensive) coffee machine. He was already dressed up and looked ready to leave, to Alhaitham’s surprise. He worried that he intended to avoid him again.
He crossed his hands over his chest. “Never had you for an early bird.”
Kaveh jumped and nearly dropped an empty cup to the floor. He quickly turned around on his heel with wide eyes, visibly startled.
“Gods, you’ve scared me,” Kaveh breathed out, clutching at his chest.
“That’s for the vampire senses, huh?” Alhaitham teased.
He got a glare in response – a glare of carmine eyes so pale they were almost pink. “Had I not been starved, I would’ve sensed you waking up.”
Right. Food. Blood. The man shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“So about that…” he started, watching Kaveh for any signs of tension before he continued. “Just so that we’re clear, I still agree to the arrangement and I’m very serious about it.”
Many unspoken emotions flashed on Kaveh’s face – worry, unease, unsureness – before he pressed his lips into a thin line. “You know what it entails, right? After feeding from you, you will feel fatigued, you will be slightly weaker than-” The vampire started listing all the possible side effects, but Alhaitham interrupted him quickly before he could spiral down.
“I know it all, Kaveh,” he reassured him gently, watching with relief how worry slowly disappeared from the other’s eyes. “Trust me, I’ve studied it closely, and read possibly every book and academic article on the matter.”
“Why?” Kaveh asked. “Why would you even bother?”
Alhaitham shrugged and tried his hardest not to let emotions show on his face. “I don’t want to see you hurt anymore – is that reason not enough?” he replied simply, which was not a lie, just one of the many truths. He allowed himself a smile when that response made Kaveh blush slightly.
“W-well, we’ll talk about it once I get back,” the vampire muttered, turning around to hide his face and putting his empty cup in the sink.
“Where are you going?” Alhaitham walked to the counter to pour himself some of the leftover coffee from the pot. Kaveh had a habit of always making a bit too much of it.
“To the police.”
The younger man froze. “Do you want me to go with you?”
“No, I will be fine,” Kaveh shook his head, his earrings dangling to the sides. “I need to do this alone. I’ve already filed a complaint with the app admin, but I still have to report it.”
Alhaitham hummed, taking a sip of the hot beverage. He couldn’t say he was a fan of the idea, but if Kaveh needed to tackle this alone, he wouldn’t interfere. He understood the importance of getting control back.
“Um… Alhaitham…” the vampire said suddenly just before he left, unsure. He took a deep breath. “Thank you, for… for yesterday. For everything.”
Alhaitham’s heart squeezed at the words, at the sight of Kaveh looking up at him with his big, beautiful eyes.
“Anything,” he said, simply, because that was the truth.
Kaveh’s hand brushed his own as he walked past him.
The ghost of the touch lingered on Alhaitham’s skin for the rest of the day.
*
“Okay, so… it will hurt. In the beginning, a bit, but then it will be better. That’s what I’ve heard, at least, from the people. You know.”
They were sitting on Kaveh’s bed, facing each other. The room was illuminated only by the moon hanging outside on the night sky, and a stressed Kaveh was rambling about everything that being bitten by a vampire entailed. Alhaitham let him talk this time, understanding that Kaveh needed to say this all to make sure that the man knew what he was signing up for.
“I know.”
“Um, I might… It doesn’t happen often, very rarely, practically never,” Kaveh said, a bit abashed. “But I might get a bit too into it. If this happens, you need to push me off, which you’ll surely be able to do since I’m weak now, and you’re, uhhh…” he gestured vaguely over Alhaitham’s body. “If not, try to poke at my eyes. That’s the weak point.”
Alhaitham nodded. “Okay.”
“I hope you’ve drunk enough water? For better blood pressure? That I’ve told you about?”
Another nod. “Yes.”
“And the first aid kit-“
“Is here, yes,” he interrupted as politely as he could. “We’re ready.”
“I know it’s annoying but I have to make sure you know what you’re signing up for,” Kaveh insisted. There was a crease between his eyebrows that Alhaitham itched to smooth out.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said, but that just earned him an eye-roll.
“As if that would stop me.” Kaveh ran a shaking hand through his hair, and for a second it seemed that he was on the verge of pulling out of it. He took a deep, steadying breath. “Just… if this gets too intense, for you as well, let me know and we will stop immediately. I have no idea how either of us will react so you have to let me know, Alhaitham.”
“I will,” he agreed a bit absentmindedly, completely enthralled in the vision before him.
Here, basked in the light of the moon, Kaveh looked impossibly ethereal. The soft moonlight made his skin look like marble and his hair shone like beaten silver. He was always a picture of beauty, a dream of every sculptor and painter, but right then and there he looked positively otherworldly. He smiled reassuringly, more to himself than to Alhaitham, and the man noticed a flash of fangs between his lips.
Alhaitham swallowed with difficulty, a sudden mix of stress and excitement coiling in the pit of his stomach. He bared his neck to the vampire, turning his head to the side, feeling his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His hands were sweating, he noticed as he curled them into fists.
The bed made a squeaking noise as Kaveh shuffled closer to him. Alhaitham could smell his lotion, his signature scent of Padisarah.
“Your heart is beating so fast like you’ve run a marathon,” Kaveh murmured, gently putting one hand on his shoulder and the other on the side of his neck, just under his jaw, gently cupping it with his fingers, and Alhaitham’s head swam. His movements were unsure, as if he still didn’t know if he was allowed to do this, despite the other’s consent.
“Isn’t that better for you?” the man asked, glancing at Kaveh.
“I certainly won’t be complaining,” he whispered, slowly lowering his head. Alhaitham felt a shiver run down his spine as Kaveh’s warm breath ghosted over his skin. His own hitched in his throat, and then he felt sharp fangs pierce his skin.
It was painful, and the wound burned slightly, but only for a second – just like Kaveh told him. For that, he was prepared.
However, no research could have prepared him for the slow wave of pleasure that followed the initial sting, unfurling over his entire body.
It was unlike anything Alhaitham had ever felt in his life before. He was not an inexperienced man when it came to matters of intimacy or sex, but the feeling that spread down his veins could not have been compared to anything else. It was like he was burning up from unbearable heat and freezing from unimaginable cold at the same time, as if his blood turned into molten lava, as if every cell of his body burst open at the smouldering warmth spreading through him like golden honey. He allowed himself to lean into the feeling, to get drunk with it, completely and wholly in the throes of the heated sensation.
The feeling of Kaveh’s fingers digging deeper into his skin cut through the crimson haze that enveloped his brain, and Alhaitham groaned at the sensation. One of his trembling hands absentmindedly travelled up to caress Kaveh’s hair, to push him even closer, to make him take even more, as much as he could, as much as wanted, and the vampire moaned in response. He felt the tips of his fingers going numb as he dipped them in silken, blonde strands.
That must have been a sign to Kaveh because he suddenly tore his mouth away from Alhaitham’s neck.
They stared at each other silently, deep crimson eyes against teal ones, equally wide open. Both were heaving, trying to comprehend what just happened as the intoxication that had enveloped them slowly dissipated, as the embers slowly cooled off.
“What…” Alhaitham breathed out. “What the hell…”
Kaveh nodded. “Yeah,” he replied with a croaky voice. His teeth and mouth were red from blood, and Alhaitham couldn’t take his eyes off it. “I did not expect that, not to this extent. No one has ever made it feel like…” Something on Alhaitham’s face must have alarmed him as he stopped mid-sentence, glancing at the man with worry. “Are you all right? Have I not overstepped? How was the pain?”
“The pain? No, that… that was really good, Kaveh.” Too good, he thought.
Hunger flashed in Kaveh’s eyes at Alhaitham’s words, but it was not the lust for blood. He swallowed quickly and looked away.
“Yes, well… it was. You’re quite tasty.”
The compliment did something to Alhaitham, and to the tightness he realized he felt in his pants. He tried to ignore it.
“Was that enough blood for you?” He asked, changing the subject. He couldn’t tell how long the bite lasted, but he was sure that for him at least it was nearly not half as long as he wished it would’ve been.
“More than enough... oh crap, that’s an ugly one,” the vampire winced as he pointed at his neck.
Oh right. The wound.
Once again, Kaveh shifted closer to him and lightly touched the edges of the bite. The skin burned where his fingers ghosted it. “Let me just…”
Alhaitham groaned again as he felt something warm and wet slide quickly against his wound. It took his brain a second to register that it was Kaveh licking his wound to make it heal. The world spun in his eyes as another wave of that heated pleasure rolled through him, and that was it.
He grabbed Kaveh’s retreating face into his hands and kissed him, like a man starved, giving in to the wants that he denied existence for so, so long.
The vampire was shocked at first, but after gathering his wits he quickly reciprocated, melting into Alhaitham’s embrace, kissing him back with equal fervour. He parted his lips to let the man’s tongue in as the kiss deepened, and Alhaitham’s brain went haywire as he tasted his own blood in Kaveh’s mouth.
Kaveh grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pushed himself even closer, all the while kissing him with abandon, fuelling the heat between them. Alhaitham’s hands moved from the vampire’s face, down his arms and his sides, to slip underneath his t-shirt, greedily sliding over the vast expanse of his soft, warm skin. He heard Kaveh’s breath hitch in his throat in between the kisses as he let his fingers travel up and down his spine, chasing a shiver. His lips moved from Kaveh’s mouth to the junction between his jaw and his neck, leaving a trail of wet, bloody kisses behind, before he licked a stripe of smooth skin and gave it a light bite, suckling on it. The vampire curled his fingers, digging them into his bicep, and let out the most beautiful moan that had ever graced Alhaitham’s ears. The neediness in it spurred him even further.
Before he could act upon the feeling, Kaveh suddenly pressed on his chest and pushed him down. Alhaitham yelped as his back met the soft mattress, confused at first, but then he looked up and oh. Kaveh was straddling him, splaying his hands against his torso, looking deliciously dishevelled with his mused hair, reddened, wet lips, and half-lidded eyes
Blood roared in Alhaitham’s ears as he took in the sight. It was the subject of so many of his dreams that he couldn’t quite believe that it was really happening, that he wouldn’t wake up in a second in his cold, empty bed, with the mirage of Kaveh shivering from overwhelming pleasure fading on his eyelids. Now that he had it, he wanted more – he wanted to see Kaveh writhing underneath him, he wanted to hear him moan his name, he wanted to feel his warmth seeping into every fissure and crevice of himself. Alhaitham was not a vampire, but he wanted to devour Kaveh all the more, and he feared that his own hunger would not be so easily satiated.
He put his hands right above Kaveh’s knees, and slowly moved them up, under the thin fabric of his shorts. He dragged his thumbs on the sensitive inside of his thighs, teasing him lightly as he started drawing slow circles there. Kaveh’s breath hitched at his ministrations, his eyes not leaving Alhaitham’s. The muscles of his thighs twitched as Alhaitham’s fingers ventured lower, nearly grazing at the hardness there, but retreating at the very last moment when Alhaitham moved his hands to grab his hips.
Kaveh made a very dissatisfied noise at having been teased like that, but it quickly changed into a sweet whimper when Alhaitham’s hands grabbed his ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh there, and Kaveh took it as a sign to grind down against him. At the same time, Alhaitham buckled his hips up to meet Kaveh’s. The friction must have been too much for the vampire as he fell down on Alhaitham’s chest.
The man quickly took this chance and flipped them over, and finally, finally Kaveh was there right underneath him, heaving, looking up at him with dark eyes that burned with desire.
“Fuck, Haitham,” he moaned. Alhaitham felt dizzy, the heat he was feeling growing tenfold at the sound of his name being said with so much desperation and need. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
“Never,” he replied, capturing Kaveh’s lips in a bruising kiss, drinking up another moan that spilt from them as he ground his lips down. Kaveh grabbed his shirt, tugging at it, signalling the other that he wanted it off, now, or he would tear it apart. “Never with you,” he added when they broke the kiss for just enough time to allow Alhaitham to get rid of the shirt.
Kaveh smiled as their lips met again.