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Gojo Satoru lives in two worlds.

Hailing from a long line of mediums and Jujutsu sorcerers, he was well-familiar with the world unseen to most. Bred for exercising curses and combating violent supernatural forces, he alone stands at the acme above all else.

However, there’s more to Satoru than simply upholding Jujutsu Society with his dominating presence and abilities.

He’s also a young college student with a penchant for alcohol, parties, and engaging in high risk behavior.

So naturally he’s the social chair of his fraternity.

The Gojo clan wasn’t happy with their prized heir attending a regular non-sorcerer college, let alone rushing a fraternity where he’s making them even less proud with the lascivious things he does in the name of brotherhood, but their opinions mattered little to him. Suguru even rushed the same fraternity after some slight coercion, threats, and bribery on Satoru’s end.

Life was about balance, and being a Jujutsu Sorcerer and a Frat Brother was how he achieved that.

Tonight though, Satoru indulged more in the latter.

It’s Halloween after all.

Their house was throwing their annual costume party and seeing as though they’re a top-tier frat with the largest house, nearly half the campus was in attendance one way or another.

Donations from their carwash fundraiser are labeled on paper as ‘household expenses,’ but everyone knows that money goes directly into funding this one party.

(Seeing Satoru and his brothers shirtless, wet from washing cars, and knowing that the money will be returned back in the form of ‘free’ alcohol the frat would supply made many willing to open their pockets for this investment).

This Halloween, the night’s sky is dark, the frat house an illuminating beacon. Moths in the shape of students flock to its promising warmth. Pounding pulses from the bass are nearly visible, acting as its own force shaking the crowd around. Flashing lights dance across the walls and ceilings on its own plane of reality, everything seemingly excitable and in motion. Costumed party goers add to the lively scene, everything from slutty to eldrich nightmare, the entire campus seemed to be masquerading here tonight.

Satoru would compare it to the way singular drops of rain converge into one torrential deluge. Or each individual atom congregating to create one single shape

Right now.

It all looks amazing to Satoru.

Upside down.

With his legs held in the air by two brothers surrounded by a lively crowd cheering him on, he chugs the bubbly cheap liquid from the frosty metal keg below, his own hands supporting his body weight on top.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” The indiscernible crowd goads.

Dressed as a vampire, with a dramatic midnight high-collared coat, white button down, and cheap plastic fangs coating his own wicked smile, Satoru follows through on their incitement.

Real vampires did quite enjoy being upside down after all, must be something to do with blood flow.

In a shockingly short amount of time, eventually there’s nothing left for him to pull from the tube. Tapping the side of the metal with a ‘clang’ it acts as a signal for the brothers to let him down.

The crowd’s chanting stutters to a halt, pausing with bated breath.

Still slightly dizzy from a keg stand, he pumps his fist in the air to declare triumph.

Another victorious shout rolls through the audience as he slides his shades back onto his nose.

“Fuck! He really drained it dry!”

“There’s no way that should be physically possible, right?!”

“Frat men are a different breed.”

“No wonder they call him the Strongest Frat Boy.”

“So the rumors are true?”

“Some say his application to be social chair was throwing a party so insane it had to be kept off the records. I heard the brothers even took a blood oath to keep quiet.”

“Imagine trying to rush this place when guys like that plan the parties.”

One even peers incredulously into the tube as if to ensure there is in fact zero alcohol left inside.

“He’s really living up to his vampire costume tonight, huh?”

Satoru takes it all in with a smile on his slightly tipsy face, taking out the plastic teeth to slide into his pocket, throwing out a peace sign for victory once more. Some swoon at his handsome visage.

Reverse Cursed Technique is really useful in moments like these, acting as a second liver for Satoru to mitigate alcohol’s damaging effects.

Improper technique usage aside, it’s honestly better that he keeps a somewhat sober and sound mind for everyone else’s sake, never crossing the line anywhere worse than tipsy. Especially not after the party he threw to get this fraternity social chair gig. Satoru’s forever grateful Suguru didn't tattle to the higher ups, both Jujutsu and Interfraternal.

Speaking of his best friend, sapphire blue eyes wander lazily around the room trying to locate Suguru’s specific cursed energy signature to see if he’d like to have a go at his own keg stand, but two presences behind him interfere. Glancing over his shoulder, he can see it's just some new members staring up at him in wonder. It’s nice to be admired as a role model.

“Shit man, you’re insane! You broke last year's record!”

“I know. I set it~” Satoru boasts with the confidence of someone purely stating fact.

More gather to join in the jumping and cheerful pats to his back, jostling him around.

“Gojo-Bro’s so cool,” one of the first year brothers laments, “I wish he was my Big.”

“Shh, don’t let Yamazaki hear that or he’ll put you through more hell than rush–”

“Ah-ah,” Satoru tuts, leaning down to sling his arms around their shoulders despite his looming height, “we’re all brothers and that’s all that matters, so no need to whine and argue about pointless hierarchy. Sadly I was too busy to take Little, bullying underclassmen would really eat at my schedule, but If you want someone cool to praise and look after you, you could always try getting with that fourth year chick in Alpha, Alpha– which one are the hot ones in? Whatever. She’s president and she’d probably go hook up with you at least once if you groveled enough haha. You know, good old-fashioned relations with Panhellenic.”

“If she’s the president you should probably remember her name and sorority, Social Chair-san,” the brother chuckles teasingly.

“Nah,” Satoru dismisses, “I always remember a face though. Which reminds me, I’m gonna go find some hotter ones to talk to. Later~” he pats their backs in finality, pivoting away to meander throughout the crowd.

Satoru’s not actually as shallow as he presents himself, but it’s fun to play the vapid part.

To throw himself into being a careless frat boy without any responsibilities other than the decisions in what social events to coordinate for the brothers. To be the type of person who cares only about parties and others’ appearances. Someone who looks at the surface and doesn’t have the depth within to see the depth beneath.

Someone other than a person who actually cares way too much, carrying the entire weight of the world as Atlas incarnate. Shouldering the burden of god-like power and sheltering the insurmountable weight of every individual life beneath his feet. Protecting them as they remain ignorant of the true world unseen, remaining merely superstition and conspiracy as opposed to the crippling grim reality Satoru and his fellow Jujutsu peers navigate.

So yeah.

Satoru liked losing himself in this role and the familiar skin of ego.

Because tonight, all Satoru needed to worry about was getting laid.

Nothing else needed to matter in this shallow, hollow bubble.

Halloween conquests are the most fun after all, nobody ever wants to dress up in costumes any other time of the year while hooking up. Perhaps it's the break in normality that makes it all so fun, something different than the uneventful norm.

An expression of the true self or the opportunity to play a character.

Last year he banged a sorority girl dressed as a rabbit who surprisingly had the stamina of one too. The year prior to that, he banged a brother from a rival frat dressed as a ghost with a bed sheet over his head. With the way he was screaming in Satoru’s bed sheets later in the night, you’d think he was performing an exorcism.

Suguru just claims he’s just an immature child who never got to play dress up as a kid because he had no friends and didn’t grow up around anyone close to his age, but Satoru vehemently refuses to dive deeper into that assessment.

That wasn’t the issue here.

Not at all.

The night is crawling on and Satoru still hasn’t met his “Halloween Hookup” quota yet.

Plenty of bodies and costumed options, but he wants this one to be special. It’s his final year at non-sorcerer college before he’s aged out of this role and Satoru has too much pride to hang around as a super senior purely for fraternity reasons.

Maybe he’s maturing more than he realizes.

One of his brothers offers him a shot and he downs it back in knee jerk reaction, Reversed Cursed Technique humming like an overheated laptop working overtime.

Maturity accompanies patience. Temperance. He’s being mindful about his choice.

Satoru gets to play ‘dress up-hook up’ and his partner gets their back blown out, so really it’s a win-win for both of them anyways.

He takes a moment to consider the crowd before him, Six Eyes scanning each individual energy and costume in evaluation with a sigh. Satoru and Jujutsu Society place a lot of trust in the power of his eyes, but right now nothing pulls at his gut. Nothing stirs or excites at first glance.

Nothing makes his soul want to instinctively reach out and latch on to any of the people in this room.

Satoru’s about to turn around and leave, wondering if the next wave of incoming people will pique his interest, but something in the claustrophobic air shifts downwind.

He whips his head around to face the newly discovered presence as blue eyes behind his darkened shades stare directly at its ominous source closer.

Something he’d actually managed to almost overlook.

Amidst the crowd, there’s one presence that begs quietly for his attention. Something muted masking something powerful. A desire to remain hidden against others who may try to look under the veil.

Considering Satoru’s own costume, this had to be a sign from the universe, or some manifestation of fate.

He can’t stifle the huff of laughter escaping his chest like a cough, a bit shocked as he realizes what creature stands across the room.

A dark miasma, unique and scarce.

One that could only originate from one supernatural creature.

Vampire.

The scent of copper always clings to their pores, heavy and tangy, almost enough to taste from the air alone. However, this one almost smells sweet. Some scent akin to roses in full-bloom, flowering along a rusted metal gate.

His alluring appearance almost distracted Satoru from identifying his true nature from vision alone.

Generous about the boy’s beauty, Satoru would assume the boy to be a succubus.

Pink is the first thing that stands out to Satoru from this distance. Rosy hair complements the flush high on his cheeks and cupid’s bow lips. Many vampires tended to be pale due to the way their bodies poorly circulated blood and issues with anemia, but the boy is surprisingly tan. Skin a golden and healthy color.

Yellow eyes, an amber hue, watch over the crowd with a nervous, yet distant look on his face that Satoru would rather have been directed towards himself instead. Childish in the way he wants to be seen and take up this stranger’s full attention now that he’s properly intrigued.

Driven by this intrigue, Satoru examines even closer, eyes raking over his toned body. He’s shorter than Satoru, if they stood side-by-side the boy would probably only come up to his chest. His costume adds to the overall appeal though, a tight pink and white nurse costume. The slutty kind, a tight dress with fabric hugging every curve. Modest in the chest area, only hinting a faint swell to his chest, but accentuated by cutesy heart buttons. Dress cropped high on the thigh to reveal strong legs decorated with knee-highs and garters. Is that lace? Maybe he’s wearing panties too. If so, Satoru wants to pull them down with teeth. The costumed nurse’s headband with a heart and cross adds a final cute touch to his look.

Enchanting.

Captivating.

However.

No matter how beautiful and reserved he seems, the boy was most definitely a vampire.

One most likely on the hunt.

Satoru continues to examine him from afar, watching as he fiddles with his red solo cup in hand, shuffling from one foot to the other.

Alone.

Vampires are a dying breed after all.

Rare in the modern age.

They may have long lifespans nearly five to eight times the average human, but their low fertility as a species couldn’t keep up with how heavily they’ve been hunted and slain in the past.

Extinction is a close blade to their species’ throat drawing closer and closer with each day.

Vampires can only be born from other vampires, whether that’s birth or transformation using a human vessel. Humans and vampires are close enough as species so that there’s only minor changes to the DNA sequencing through this method. However, the latter could only occur if the human’s soul consents, which many aren’t willing to endure. Satoru can’t imagine it’d be nice to outlive every human held dear, relying on the blood of others to survive, shying away from making connections lest guilt gnaw away at the way they consume to exist.

Jujutsu Society has them listed as an endangered species that weren’t to be harmed unless in the act of actually killing a mortal. Drinking in moderation to survive is one thing, but draining humans whole and giving into gluttonous voracity was still an offense punishable by death.

The vampire boy looks onto the crowd, visibly hesitating to interact with those around him.

Someone slides up next to him, prompting the boy to raise his hand to try and call the stranger’s attention, but the stranger slinks off after noticing their friends across the room without even noticing.

The pink-haired vampire sighs, retracting his hand to the side, staring down at his kitten heeled shoes.

Clearly lacking any visible threat.

The vampire’s lips purse, blinking rapidly as amber eyes swim with unshed tears. Nose reddening, suggesting that he may be closer to tears than previously realized.

Satoru’s all-too familiar with the chilling embrace of loneliness. Tailored to fit seamlessly against his skin like infinity. However, the same couldn’t be said about the boy. Lonlinesses’ fabric seems to swallow him whole. Suffocating him.

Oh well.

Even if he weren’t a vampire, Satoru would still approach him tonight one way or the other.

The boy was too enticing to be left ignored.

Before he knows it, he’s already approached, the pads of his fingertips delicately tapping against the vampire’s waist without the veil of infinity. The contact acts as a wordless request for him to face Satoru.

“Hey there,” Satoru purrs close to his ear.

The pink-haired vampire shudders, startling with a turn.

“Hi?” he squeaks out, clearly too distracted by the costumed crowd to notice Satoru stalking his prey from afar.

“Couldn’t help but notice you standing alone over here” He opens, taking the opportunity of their close proximity to appreciate the boy’s features while searching for any hostility, “You here with anyone?

Satoru does not sense any other supernatural presence in the frat house aside from Suguru’s cursed energy, but it doesn't hurt to check for any unknowns. It’d also be nice if there weren't others that may interfere with this new sense of attraction he’d like to pursue.

“Ah, no,” The vampire denies, a bitter smile on his face. Satoru can even feel his own mouth sour at the saddening sight, “I’m here by myself. Alone.”

“Alone? A cute thing like you? This has to be some kind of Halloween trick!” Satoru gasps, direct in his flirtation. The dramatic offense on his behalf seems to lighten the boy’s mood somewhat.

He chuckles, stray fingers fiddling with the hem of his cropped nurse skirt. “Is it that strange? Being at a party alone?”

“No, not at all,” Satoru dismisses with the wave of his hand, watching the boy take a measured sip from his red solo cup, “You’re pretty solitary creatures in this era aren’t you? Although your kind can get pretty lonely I imagine.”

“Excuse me?” The boy mumbles from the rim of his cup. Amber eyes blink dumbfoundedly, head cocking to the side. There’s an edge though. A blade slowly unsheathing.

“You’re a vampire after all,” Satoru observes matter of factly.

The boy can pretend all he likes to deceive, dress however slutty he wants, but Satoru’s eyes can easily peer beneath that veneer of false normality. A costume beneath a costume.

Brief, tense silence swells in the space between them.

Satoru can hear the vampire’s plastic cup snap and creak in his grasp without needing to look down. A nerve has definitely been touched directly without much tact. Not that doing so was ever Satoru’s specialty.

The boy laughs nervously as if it could act as a magic spell to get rid of Satoru's suspicions.

“Oh, no sorry, my costume is actually—“

“We both know I’m not talking about your sexy little nurse getup,” Satoru interrupts, “although taking someone’s blood is within the same profession. Clever. Do you like suck all your patients dry, or are you just chancing your luck tonight?”

Immediately the boy’s amber eyes narrow at the crude remarks towards his costume and nature. Pupils slitted and guarded, head angling down to cover his throat.

Strange.

Vampires instinctually guard their hearts above all else first. Any that don’t are almost always–

A feral smile splits across Satoru’s face, beginning to piece together the information at hand.

“How?” the boy growls under his breath in threat. Satoru can’t help but find it endearing. The way a newborn kitten hisses without restraint at a perceived danger, betraying his own inexperience. So cute. Satoru wants to taste him even more.

The taste of a fledgling.

Dark shades slide down his nose to lean in and examine his newfound prey closer, causing the boy to startle backwards at the azure glow.

“I’ve got good eyes.”

To the general non-sorcerer population, Satoru’s eyes may be just an interestingly vibrant shade of blue. However, anything occult, supernatural, or other humans with the ability to sense cursed energy can see the true ethereal force behind them.

The rosette’s startled reaction is only further proof that he’s not the regular human he’s dressing up as tonight.

He lets out a soft gasp as panic starts to set in, realizing he’s in the presence of a much more threatening variable his inexperience clearly didn’t account for. Pivoting sharply on his heel, dropping his cup to the ground, he attempts to flee from Satoru, but a pale hand locks around his wrist, pulling him back in place.

“Woah now,” Satoru coos in the way one might soothe a cornered animal.

“Let go!” The boy claws against Satoru’s hand locked around his wrist, an immense strength fitting of his species, but he’s startled to find he can’t actually make contact. Thrashing and twisting around in a desperate attempt to escape, others in the crowd turn towards the disturbance, mumbling amongst themselves to collectively decide if anyone should try to interfere.

Satoru leans in close against the boy’s ear to whisper, “Hold on, not so fast. Don’t make a scene now. I don’t think this type of crowd will react well to a vampire lurking around trying to drain their blood dry. Not everyone’s willing to overlook that here, no matter how cute you are.”

With the threat of exposure, the boy relaxes against Satoru’s grip, eyes darting nervously around the room and weighing his options.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“Just follow me,” Satoru tugs, leading the pink-haired vampire out of the main living area, down the darkened hallway illuminated by black light and neon paint. People meander the narrow tunnel, lingering in the haze of smoke and darkness. Some kiss, some talk, everything is hazy and slow, away from the stimulation of blaring music and flashing lights.

Near the end of the hallway, away from the general crowd, Satoru corners the boy against the wall. Their bodies merely inches apart.

“First off, what’s your name, nurse vampire?” Satoru asks, towering over the shorter boy.

“....Yuuji.” he admits with a sigh, sounding a bit defeated despite still being on edge, “you?”

“You can just call me Satoru.”

“Satoru,” Yuuji repeats, as if trying to taste the way his name sits on his tongue. Judging by the flush rising to his cheeks, he imagines it’s a pleasant sensation.

“Not a lot of curses or supernaturals try to crash the parties we throw. Most have the sense to steer clear of a place housing two special grades.”

“Or maybe they don’t want to associate with drunken frat boys. Like the ones that threaten strangers into dark hallways and don’t understand personal space,” Yuuji mumbles petulantly.

“I’m not drunk,” Satoru defends. He doesn’t deny the other statements though, “and you don’t seem to have a problem enjoying our music and liquor now huh?”

Something Yuuji can’t seem to deny either.

Satoru chuckles at the boy’s embarrassment. “No worries, the more people enjoy their youth and have fun, the better in my opinion. People get so serious and it’s such a pain in the ass. Letting loose and partying is really the best. Honestly. Hell, even supernaturals deserve to let loose like this too if you ask me, no judgment on my end. But I think you’re looking to do more than just party here, which is why I can’t just let you do what you please if you think this party is something of a buffet. Not to mention we’re a top-tier frat and if word got out people were experiencing blood loss or straight up dying at our parties that I plan, it’d be a real pain for me and the brotherhood.”

Satoru really has no problems causing issues for the Jujutsu Higher Ups, but he’d rather remain in the good graces of the Interfraternal Council. Loyalty was something all brothers should strive to be after all.

“I’m not going to kill anyone!” Yuuji exclaims, offense marring his face into something violent. As if the very concept of him causing death is something so morally unfathomable to him.

This vampire was truly so interesting. Not many of his kind had the same reservations.

“How do I know that for certain?” Satou presses, “You can’t blame a guy for being cautious. I’ve got more than this frat I need to uphold you know. Jujutsu Sorcerers have strict regulations with your kind, so you’re lucky I’m dealing with you anyways. Suguru’s much more responsible than I am and would probably kick you out without trying to understand. After all, you’ve intrigued me, nurse vampire Yuuji. Maybe if I like what you have to say then I’ll even let you have a snack here. I’m a pretty reasonable guy after all, wouldn’t you agree?”

After a few moments of hesitation, Yuuji seems to find his voice. Soft and uncertain. “What are you exactly?” he asks instead, narrowed eyes scanning Satoru’s features to see if the answer lies in his mortal beauty. The boy can clearly smell he’s human, any vampire no matter how young would be able to, but he doesn’t seem to trust his own nose.

Not that he blames him, Satoru’s abilities always transcended the expected norm.

“I’m The Strongest.”

The vampire blinks in realization. A new sense of clarity. “Oh. So you’re that Satoru? Gojo Satoru? The Jujutsu Sorcerer?”

“Aw, am I famous?” Satoru gloats. Rhetorical wouldn’t even begin to describe such a question.

“Even I’ve heard of you…” a newfound sense of awe creeps into Yuuji’s shocked expression.

Satoru wants to poke him a little more, feeling a little more sadistic and playful. “Even you? Should I be honored? You something special or what?”

“Mm. Well…” he hums, uncertain once more.

“Or is it just pure inexperience?” Satoru takes pity on the boy, deciding to just come out and say it directly, “from being a fledgling?”

It’s quiet for a moment.

“Is that obvious?” Yuuji whispers at a self-conscious volume.

Glaringly.

A vampire fledgling refers to either newly turned humans or born-vampires who haven’t yet sunk their fangs in a human. Given the type of miasma and energy the boy gives off, Satoru’s willing to place his bets on being a born-vampire.

Which makes it even more strange as to why he’d be a fledgling at this stage of his body’s physical maturity if he was born this way.

Essentially a virgin.

“Those baby fangs are really cute, you know. Bet they’d feel real nice on my neck.”

The boy's face flushes a deep crimson, lips parting with a gasp to reveal the small, curved fangs in question. Complimenting a vampire’s fangs was about as bold as Satoru sticking his hand up the boy’s skirt and copping a feel. Coupled with the implicating offer to bite, Satoru knew he was laying it on thick.

Metaphorically, Satoru’s sunk his own fangs within the boy, refusing to let him go now.

Flustered, bashful amber eyes chance upwards with a newfound sense of interest. “How old are you anyways?” Yuuji asks. Perhaps to gauge his own attraction to him.

Something that seems to be mutual between them.

“Twenty-one,” Satoru was curious about this little tidbit as well, “How old are you though?”

“Eighteen.”

“In human years? Or a human equivalent for comparison? Don’t be shy, if you’re secretly geraitric, I don’t mind leaning older,” Satoru teases.

The boy could easily be nearing 100 after all.

“No, eighteen human years…” he clarifies.

Satoru can’t suppress the way his face contorts in shock. “Huh. Young. You’re basically a first year student, even younger than me… what’s your deal Baby Fangs? You’re kinda weird for a Vampire.”

“I was born as a vampire… but I was raised as a human.”

“Oh?”

“Nobody ever told me. For seventeen years, I lived with my grandpa who was human. He’d secretly feed me his blood in the food he cooked or the ‘pills’ he said were vitamins. I didn’t know anything about this supernatural stuff, I just thought I was a normal boy with a biting problem, haha.”

Satoru listens, watching as the boy continues to twist the hem of his cropped skirt. A nervous habit.

“However, Grandpa got sick near the end of high school. Lung cancer. He refused treatment so it wasn’t too long until he passed. Before he left though, he told me the truth about what I am… What my mom was… and what happened to my dad by her hand. Everything. An older brother I never knew took me in after I was left alone when all was said and done. But, I’ve been too scared to get blood from a human myself… to feed from them…”

“Scared? Afraid they’re going to catch you?”

“No! I mean, that’s obviously part of it, but I don’t want to hurt anyone… My big brother’s a vampire too and provides human blood for me, but I don’t want to have to rely on him for how many centuries I may live alongside him. He's already done so much for me these past few months with this adjustment, but I don’t want to keep burdening him with my weakness. If I could get by purely on bagged blood and capsules everything would be fine, but I’m at an age where that won't be viable for me any more… Choso-nii explained what would happen and you seem to know more about this stuff then I do so I’m sure you know…”

“Unfortunately.”

Newborn vampires and fledglings were able to purely sustain themselves on receiving blood from outside the source.

Blood from baby bottles, bags, capsules, cooked in food, so long as it was human blood, it was a viable source of nutrition.

Matured, fully-fledged vampires could supplement this method of drinking blood to their diets as well, but there was a baseline level of direct feeding from a human that needed to happen to truly keep their bodies functioning.

If a vampire didn’t feed from a human directly at least once every four months after maturing, then it would lead to all kinds of health issues.

Fang growth can be stunted, leading to shortened, blunt fangs that won’t be able to feed properly, meaning less blood intake overall. Anemia can worsen if the hormones normally released during feeding from a human aren’t regularly released. Aggression levels can also skyrocket along with feelings of paranoia, leading to violent behavior. Their already low fertility could even plummet into sterility. Eventually leading to death.

For humans, water was one thing. Food was another. Both are necessary for survival and maintaining biological function.

For vampires, blood is added into this equation. Its own thing aside from food and water, but necessary for survival. Biting into a human to feed is important for their hormone production and regulation.

Given that it’s an unavoidable aspect of their species, maybe it's a good thing that the Vampire population is as low as it is.

“So you’ve never sucked blood from the source before?” Satoru confirms.

“No, and I don't really know what to do even if one was right in front of me even though I’m about to fully mature soon,” Yuuji pointedly nods towards Satoru’s exposed length of neck.

Satoru tilts his head more to the side, doing so to entice the vampire further.

“So why’re you here then if you’re chickening out?” he goads.

Still staring at Satoru’s neck, Yuuji gulps, blush maintaining a steady heat in his glowing cheeks. “I thought it’d be easier to try with someone here… We could both get drunk. That way they might be more willing to go along with something like this and be less likely to remember… and maybe the alcohol could help me work up the courage to do so. A way to overcome those inhibitions… and a frat party seemed like a place where people wouldn't think twice if something disturbing like this happened while also getting blackout drunk... No offense.”

Appreciating the honesty, Satoru pushes past the insult. Suguru would be so proud of his blossoming maturity.

“Sure, but you’re a vampire though,” Satoru repeats, “If you’re looking to get drunk–”

“Figured that out after seven drinks tonight” Yuuji growls in frustration, “apparently alcohol really doesn’t work on me the way I’ve seen in movies.”

“Well they’re written by humans after all.”

“Obviously! But nobody's ever taught me how to do this stuff! For most of my life I thought I was a human.” Yuuji cries.

“Your vampire brother didn't teach you?” Satoru squints in confusion.

“He tries, but Choso-nii really sucks at teaching! He tries so hard and he’s such a good brother that I don’t have the heart to tell him that I barely know the basics of vampire stuff. He’s a really sensitive guy.”

“Sparing his feelings is sweet I guess, but you’re gonna be shit out of luck if you keep going on like this.” Satoru observes. It’s not even just blood, “I mean, you really are a virgin in every sense aren’t you?”

“Well you seem experienced ,” Yuuji bites back as if it were an insult.

“But that’s probably what you need right now right?” Satoru purrs, stroking his finger down Yuuji’s nurse costume collar to caress his sensitive neck, “Someone experienced to take care of you? A poor starving fledgling looking for guidance on how to give in to your instincts? To taste another on your tongue? Lucky for you, I’m pretty great at this type of stuff. Supernatural amongst other things.”

Satoru visibly drags his gaze across Yuuji’s body, leering without shame as the implication lacks discretion. Yuuji doesn't shy away from the lust though. If anything, he leans slightly more into it.

Satoru grins. “Fortunately I’m feeling pretty generous this All Hallow’s Eve. It comes with maturity, so I'll teach you. You can call me sensei if you’d like~”

“I’d rather call you insane,” Yuuji counters, distrust in his eyes weaved with his clear attraction to Satoru, “A human teaching a vampire how to feed, let alone one that’s a Jujutsu Sorcerer? ‘Generous?’ I don’t buy it. What’s your angle? What do you want from me?”

“Well, you need blood, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Then you can have mine. Simple as that, but I just want one thing from you in exchange.”

“And that is?” Yuuji leads, waiting for Satoru to finish his train of thought.

“Well if you’re going to taste me,” Satoru trails his hand down lower, “then I wanna taste you first. It’s only fair.”

Yuuji gasps with a hitch of breath, clinging to Satoru’s dark cloak as his hand trails low to grope underneath the skirt between his legs.

However, he’s met with smooth, wet stickiness clinging to miniscule fabric, cupping his hand fully to cover a soft mound.

Satoru rubs his palm forward and back causing Yuuji to whimper at the external stimulation.

No wonder the vampire had been so fidgety, shuffling from side to side in Satoru’s presence if he’s this wet already.

“Oh?” he hums excitedly. He was right about the panties as well, sliding his thumb over where Yuuji’s clit to be. His final ‘Halloween Conquest’ may be the most fun he’ll ever have.

(He can finally check ‘peaking in college’ off his frat bucket list).

“I-I’m–” Yuuji stutters, “will this be a problem for you?”

“Well, Halloween should be a fun mix of trick and treat don’t you think?” Satoru continues to pet Yuuji between his twitching legs.

“Do other people pretend to laugh at your shitty jokes?” Yuuji huffs, rocking into the sensation further.

Satoru circles his middle finger over the wet spot on the underside of his panties, pressing the slightest bit in, “Eh, they’re too busy moaning on my cock.”

“You’re really not helping the Frat Boy stereotype,” Yuuji begins to pant. Cute thing can barely handle some teasing over fabric.

“Don’t worry, I enjoy pleasure for pleasure’s sake, no matter what form it takes. Let Satoru-sensei teach you how to indulge in it.”

“Fine, make me scream if that’s what gets you off on Halloween,” Yuuji relents, his hands trailing up Satoru’s chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him down close, squeezing his legs together to trap his hand in place, “but I am not calling you sensei.”

Yuuji really does look like a succubus reposed on Satoru’s bed.

Kneeling on the white bedsheets, leaning back with spread legs to reveal the snow-white panties, Satoru can’t tear his gaze away from him. Especially not the wet stain on the front acting as a beacon for Satoru to follow.

The vampire’s skin looks feverish, sweat dripping down his rosy cheeks in a glossy hue. Excited. Focused eyes never straying from Satoru’s form either. Something befitting of a predator being approached willingly by prey. Still until close enough to strike.

Along with the shy excitement in his body language, eager and willing for Satoru to taste, it creates an interesting dichotomy.

Submission from an apex predator.

Satoru, now without his costume cloak and undershirt, crawls closer to Yuuji on the bed and gently guides the other boy so he’s lying on his back, resting against the pillows.

Yuuji tilts his head slightly into the fabric while getting comfortable, one hand curling the sheets in an anxious grip, the other reposed on his stomach. His bent knees part with Satoru’s gentle and insistent hands, opening wide to allow Satoru’s body to crawl even closer between them.

The vampire’s mouth parts and his tongue runs over his soft lips, revealing those small fangs that will soon take their fill from Satoru’s neck once he's satisfied his own desires.

A vampire who’s never drank directly from a human.

A vampire who’s never had sex either.

A virgin in every sense

Satoru’s pants couldn’t be more tight right now.

“Should I undress all the way?” Yuuji murmurs, thumbing at the heart button on his costumed chest.

“Nah, keep the costume on,” Satoru smirks, lowering his face to press close against his clothed pussy, nosing at the entrance like a curious feline.

“Some kind of kink for you?” Yuuji asks breathlessly.

“I just like a little excitement,” Satoru hums into the lacy fabric, offering a few teasing licks to his core to articulate his point, “Don't you?”

Yuuji whimpers in lieu of an answer. Satoru just chuckles at the sound.

“Let me see you closer, Baby Fangs,” Satoru’s teeth gently grip the panties’ hem, sliding them down Yuuji’s legs, lifting his hips for easier removal.

Now fully exposed, Satoru stares hungrily at the petal-soft folds. Pink, flushed, shiny with slick from Satoru’s light foreplay in the downstairs hallway. His mouth waters at the erotic sight.

“You’re so beautiful down here,” he can’t help but praise, breath fanning the sensitive flesh,“I bet the inside looks just as nice.”

His thumbs pull apart Yuuji’s folds, exposing him further to Satoru’s leering gaze. Satoru can fully see the way his cunt contracts from the inside like this, clit throbbing under his other thumb that’s started to rub gentle circles around the nub. Eager for attention, even if the boy appears to shy away from it.

“Don’t look at it like that–” Yuuji squeaks, twisting his torso to the side as if to hide away from the shame of exposure. Completely bare and vulnerable in a place so sensitive. Untouched.

“Just want to see what I’m working with. They say the eyes eat first you know,” Satoru teases, continuing his prodding ministrations, “and lucky for you, you’ve got a gorgeous cunt. Probably the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”

Yuuji buries his blushing face in his hands with a whine in response to the praise. Even the knuckles are tinged pink.

“Relax. You’re in good hands,” Satoru reassures with a gentle kiss to his inner thigh, moving his hands to hold his thighs firmly spread, “Don’t worry about anything else right now. Just allow yourself to feel good.”

It’s the only warning Satoru gives before his kiss migrates towards the seam of his cunt, wet tongue flattening to give one broad lick upwards.

Yuuji flinches at the initial contact, back arching off the bed, “Ah!”

He moves up towards Yuuji’s clit, nosing gently at the twitching bud before enveloping it fully in his warm mouth. Lapping at the engorged organ with his face pressed close. Breath hot and heavy against his hole. Lip occasionally brushing against it as well. He alternates between lapping and sucking his clit, circling his tongue around, nudging up and down.

A choreography that Yuuji struggles to keep pace with, legs spasming, toes curling.

Because all he can do right now is squirm and mewl like a pinned animal in response to the stimulation.

The growing heat inside his cunt quickly becomes almost unbearable.

His throat feels tight in the center as high pitched noises are forced out without restraint. Lungs sit heavy in his chest, panting in exertion even though he’s only lying on his back while Satoru does all the work.

It’s a strange sensation to be so out of breath while doing so little himself.

“Ah-ah-ah!”

Every muscle in his body feels tense, drawn tight as if to brace for an impact of some kind. Prepared. Somehow at the same time, he feels as though he’s melting. Trembling into a puddle molded under Satoru’s tongue. Satoru moans into his flesh, deep and starving towards the taste of his slick and it causes Yuuji to clench even tighter.

Yuuji truly understands why this is called “eating out” now.

Satoru’s mouth envelops his pussy entirely. His heat. His pleasure. All swallowed and devoured by this one man.

Hole pulsating and clenching on nothing, stimulated by the external stimulation, Satoru’s mouth latches on with a passionate suction. His tongue dips into the sensitive heat to taste for himself. At the same time, his swollen ruddy clit twitches eagerly beneath the pads of his fingertips.

Continuous attention, no place left neglected.

The overwhelming sensations cause Yuuji’s leg to kick outwards in a knee jerk reaction, hips twisting around trying side-to-side to escape the feeling, but Satoru won’t allow him to flee.

Satoru’s hands that’d been holding down Yuuji’s inner thighs curl under to grip with his muscular arms, wrapping them around with an immobile hold, pulling him even closer to his mouth as a result.

Preventing him from even trying to pull away at the contact.

In this position, Yuuji is forced to endure the onslaught of pleasure without any chance of escape. Even if he somehow managed to slip free, Satoru would probably have him pinned down again just as easily.

He cries desperately as Satoru’s tongue relentlessly bullies its way deeper inside.

Flicking and swiping around, exploring his untouched depths for himself. Wet sounds fill the space between them, made louder by Satoru’s face nuzzling into his cunt like a starved man nearing emaciation, drinking the taste from every inch of flesh he can reach. At one point, Satoru’s face moves side-to-side to truly try and bury himself inside.

Yuuji feels wet enough for Satoru to try pushing his long middle finger in and out with tentative strokes.

Petting the softened insides with wave-like motions, occasionally curling with a hard press every so often to his spot to draw a stronger mewl from Yuuji. After a few minutes or so of this rhythm, Satoru feels confident enough to add his ring finger to join, then a third shortly after. It all slides in with an embarrassing squelching sound.

“What a greedy pussy you’ve got baby,” he finally pulls his mouth away to speak, meeting Yuuji’s unfocused stare. His voice sounds ragged. Rough. When divers come up for air after holding their breath exploring in the depths, “You take it so well.”

Yuuji’s hooded gaze can’t look away from the evidence of his arousal wet on Satoru’s face.

Fangs dig into his lower lip at the sight, feeling a whole new wave of slick leak out of him.

The clenching motion of his cunt isn’t overlooked by the power of Satoru’s eyes.

“Aw, poor thing,” he speaks to Yuuji’s pussy as if it were a separate entity, fingers petting the slit up and down in teasing motions, “can’t stand to be left alone for even a few seconds. You just need some more attention, don't you? So wet, it’s almost crying to be touched.”

Yuuji’s pliant body lays open for the man before him, in disbelief at how his body could possibly produce so much slick from his hole.

Pussy dripping, cunt clenching, it all builds into something stronger. Yuuji’s cries grow higher and faster as he climbs towards the zenith of his pleasure.

Sensing the vampire’s climax drawing near within sight, Satoru tightens his arms around Yuuji’s thighs, fully locking Yuuji’s body to keep him immobile.

He draws up more onto his knees, hunched, looming over like a feral animal, never once pulling away from Yuuji’s pussy.

Yuuji trembles in a violent staccato, legs shaking uncontrollably from the onslaught of sensations that have been building up inside between them. Pure, undiluted arousal pulsates from him that becomes more intense with each drawing moment.

“Shit-fuck!” Yuuji cries an inhuman whimper. Helpless under Satoru’s persistence.

“That’s it Yuuji,” Satoru purrs, voice rich and slow like honey. Sweet enough for Yuuji to taste in the air.

“Please! I can’t!” he begs.

“Come on, you can do it,” Satoru hums in encouragement, directly into his folds. The vibrations buzz against the already sensitive flesh.

Yuuji’s nails claw the bedsheet at his sides, twisting and tearing with a keening cry. He turns his face into the pillow, biting into the plush fabric with a muffled scream.

Teetering on the very edge of full release.

“Please!” Yuuji repeats with a sob. There’s dewdrops of tears wetting his fluttering lashes at this point.

“Cum on my fingers Yuuji, let me taste it,” Satoru commands, dominant in his tone, “Now.”

There’s no room for further struggle nor argument.

Yuuji finally hits his climax with a loud high-pitched cry, orgasm rippling through his body like snapping shockwaves. His body shudders with each pulse, clenching onto Satoru’s fingers with a vice-like grip. Everything feels so wet. He can feel his slick trailing down his ass, most likely staining the bed sheet below. It’s embarrassing, but Yuuji feels too good to care right now.

Satoru’s mouth and fingers guide him through this overwhelming experience, carrying his pleasure along like someone pulling a ship into dock on a rocking sea. Easing and steadying this feeling into something manageable amidst Yuuji’s moans.

His cunt throbs with a much more muted pleasure compared to the buildup from before. Floating like a feather back down to baseline levels, Yuuji shudders as his body attempts to regulate itself once again, eyes stinging with the sharp pin pricks of tears.

Satoru wipes the stray slick on his chin, smiling at the satiated look on the vampire’s face. He leans closer to press a soft kiss under his panting jawline. Something tender and sweet, something he’s never offered to hookups in the past, for some reason feeling proud of the vampire underneath him. A gold star. Full marks.

“You did well, Yuuji. So, so good.”

Yuuji’s eyes slip shut, humming in acknowledgment, bleeding into one of satisfaction. His hand brushes away the stray sweat and tears peppering his face, stretching both over his face to pull the skin taught.

“Fuck.” is all he can force his voice to say. After all the moaning and whimpering he was doing earlier, speaking full proper sentences again feels like trying to walk on feet without circulation.

“That warm you up? Hungry for your turn now?” Satoru mumbles to his ear, “You’re salivating Yuuji.”

Yuuji taps a finger to his chin, finding it to be in a similar state to the mess between his legs.

For the first time, Yuuji feels the concept of hunger transform into something new.

Another place other than his stomach needing to be filled. Throbbing between his legs, desperate for satiation.

Desire.

Lust.

A need for more.

However, the familiar hunger in his stomach, having been promised to be given proper attention and satisfaction for the first time, carries the louder voice right now in the shouting match between instincts.

Satoru helps pull Yuuji up, draping his boneless form across his lap to sit. Kneeling with thighs spread wide, bare pussy pressed the older man’s pants, leaning fully on his chest. His arms hang loosely around his neck for further stability. In turn, Satoru’s arms reach out to envelop his waist.

Their position creates something of a hug.

It’s nice.

“Ready to take a bite?” Satoru smiles masochistically, cutting through the silent moment between them.

“I don’t want to hurt you though,” Yuuji whimpers meekly into Satoru’s chest, the fabric of his costume muffling his voice. Burying his face inside as if he could hide from reality, “You’ve made me feel so good and now you’re asking me to hurt you.”

Satoru holds Yuuji closer, indulging him in this small comfort. Rose and copper scent so close and so primal that Satoru can’t help but nose at his hairline for more while taking pity for the boy’s despair.

“It’s not like I’ll actually be suffering much while you feed,” Satoru murmurs into his rosy locks, “Vampire bites trigger an interesting feedback loop that feels really good for both parties involved.”

“Really?”

A hopeful, bell-like sound.

“Weren't you aware?”

“Choso-nii said it's supposed to feel good for humans to be bitten by us, but didn’t explain anything more than that. I thought he was lying to make me feel better about all this… I mean… how would a bite and blood loss feel good?”

“Vampire bites into human flesh trigger the release of an aphrodisiac-like venom, so of course it’ll feel good to have that in our bodies. You included, what with the hormones your body releases to trigger it and keep the venom flowing while latched. There's a reason some vampires binge and overindulge in the act even when they don’t need to feed.”

“Well you clearly know more about vampires than I do.”

“Told you I'm a good sensei. Praise me Yuuji, praise me!” Satoru nuzzles insistently into Yuuji’s hair.

Yuuji chuckles lightly, but it’s half hearted. “Information’s good and all, but what if I can't control myself? Will I be able to stop once I’ve had a taste? It’s like you said, some vampires lose control and drain some people dry. I’ve never been one to leave leftovers or quit until something’s good and done, so how do I know I won’t cross the line and actually hurt you?”

The way he is so fixated on not hurting a human should probably be enough of an answer for Yuuji’s self-imposed question, but somehow it isn’t. He clearly doesn’t trust himself.

Understandable given his upbringing and education on his own species.

“You know Yuuji,” Satoru scratches the back of Yuuji’s undercut soothingly, “I think you have a lot more control and self-restraint than you think.”

“You don’t know that,” Yuuji denies, clinging tighter.

“Don't doubt yourself. Everything I’ve seen tonight only proves to me you don’t have the disposition to harm others. My eyes see more than you realize, even if your own eyes can’t see for yourself. Ultimately though, you’ll never know unless you try it yourself first hand, and I’m probably the best person to sample from. Even if something goes wrong, which I seriously doubt, I can heal myself.”

Yuuji still seems stuck in his sea of mistrust. Stagnant. Uncertain.

Satoru frowns at the sight before brightening in realization.

“Just think of it like a keg stand! Trust me, I’m well-experienced in that field too.”

“Excuse me?” Yuuji pulls away from Satoru’s chest to stare up at him in disbelief.

“Yeah! It's just like doing a keg stand!” Satoru’s palms move to support the sides of Yuuji’s waist, “Don’t think too hard about what it is you’re doing and the liquid you’re ingesting, just swallow until you’ve got to tap out, and try not to throw up. Hell, this is probably easier because you’re not being held upside down to do it. Hey, that could be fun though! Like a bat! Imagine a vampire keg stand where you feed from a human upside down, that’d be hilarious!”

Yuuji actually laughs something genuine at this remark, “Sounds like some kind of movie scene from a 90's Halloween comedy.”

“It’ll be the film of the summer,” Satoru declares.

“It's October though,” Yuuji points out.

“Semantics.”

Yuuji can feel his nerves and anxieties be steadily eased by Satoru. From the previous orgasm, reassurances, humor, it all compounds. Physically and mentally preparing him. Little by little.

“Don’t worry, I’m the Strongest. So feel free to be greedy with me. Feed to your heart’s content,” Satoru reassures, dragging his pointer finger along the length of his own carotid artery in a slow and sensual manner, meeting Yuuji’s gaze head on. “Don’t hold back.”

Temptation.

A call to action.

Inciting a vampire in the way he’s been doing all night, offering himself like this, does the man lack any survival instinct?

Satoru said he’s The Strongest, but Yuuji was right in preferring to call him ‘insane’ instead.

Whatever strands of Yuuji’s stubborn refusal that tethered him to inaction have been coaxed by Satoru into slowly unraveling, only for that last strand to be violently ripped apart, snapping like a cracking whip.

Yuuji pulls back, breath heavy, panting like an animal as his fangs hover over the vital artery Satoru had just gestured to. Yuuji can smell the blood inside even through the soft barrier of skin. He thinks of citrus fruits, their scent clinging mutely to the outer skin, potent once the delicious insides are revealed. Ready to be savored then consumed.

The sharp points of his two upper fangs make contact with Satoru’s flesh. Just resting with the barest press to feel the man’s pulse pound underneath the enamel.

So alive.

So warm.

So close.

He wants to be inside.

It was Yuuji’s turn to taste him now.

Before he knows it, he’s clamped his jaw on Satoru’s neck, fangs digging downwards into the soft and vulnerable skin, causing them both to moan once fully inside.

Yuuji’s eyes widen as copper blooms on his tongue in flowering bursts, eagerly sucking to coax more from its source. Feeling the way Satoru’s throat moves with the hitch of breath with Yuuji’s fangs still embedded inside fuels his desire to stay connected even further.

After the first few hesitant sucks, Yuuji feels his fangs grow heavier with a throbbing sensation located in his upper jawbone. The pressure shifts downwards, pulsating until it leaks from the tips buried inside Satoru. Relief follows its measured release. Yuuji feels his body relax against Satoru, finding it easier to fall into a rhythm now.

This must be the hormones that Satoru was talking about. His brain feels like it's being rubbed by a soft blanket. Smoothing him out. Every thought is hot and fuzzy, static electricity buzzing and humming from the inside outwards, until the feeling spreads from his head down the rest of his body.

The blood pools in his stomach like ambrosia. Rich, sweet, and heady. A taste like no other. A feeling as close to drunk as his body will probably allow.

It’s a different sort of pleasure than the one Satoru brought from eating him out. He’d been climbing towards the peak of his climax, trapped in an endless building of up, up, and up before slowly floating back down.

Right now though, this pleasure feels like a warm puddle expanding outwards. Growing deeper and wider as more blood fills his stomach.

Instincts assure him this is good.

This is natural.

Desire and arousal encourage him to keep suckling, somehow finding it within to pace himself and regulate the flow to make sure he doesn't take too much from the willing man.

Not to mention he’d like to spend as much time as he can connected like this. Unlatching from Satoru’s neck eventually is inevitable, but Yuuji would like to savor his first time for as long as he can.

While venom drips steadily into Satoru’s bloodstream like an IV drip, Yuuji can sense the way it relaxes the surrounding arteries and vessels inside. Despite Yuuji attempts to regulate the flow into tiny kitten sips, Satoru’s rabbiting pulse forces more inside Yuuji’s mouth as if offering itself up for Yuuji’s satisfaction.

On Satoru’s end, he’s happy with his own body subconsciously encouraging Yuuji to be greedier.

When one loses blood they should experience coldness and numbing. Satoru has seen the way other sorcerers on the brink of death struggle to cling to life as it drains from them. Shivering and pale. Weak, desperate breaths and unfocused eyes. You can’t hold yourself together once everything inside spills out.

Satoru experienced it himself at Fushiguro Toji’s blade years ago. It nearly ruined him before he’d been enlightened by what it helped him realize.

The sense of physical disassociation as one’s mind disconnects from the rest of one’s body.

Slowly sinking into death.

Blood loss at Yuuji’s fangs was the opposite of that though.

Satoru’s never felt more alive.

His body grows warmer even as he’s being slowly drained with each suck, skin flushed and red, panting. Whatever stage of evolution that allowed for vampire’s venom to feel like this for humans was truly a blessing.

Yuuji’s moaning softly into his neck and Satoru groans, body feeling overly sensitive to contact.

He’s panting from the aphrodiac’s arousing effects and his body’s attempts to keep blood circulating throughout. However, Yuuji certainly doesn't seem to be draining any of the blood keeping Satoru’s erection standing at attention, straining against the tight clothing as if trying to kiss Yuuji’s wetness staining his front.

Yuuji grinds down and Satoru allows his hips to rock insistently against Yuuji’s bare pussy on his pants, but he keeps the rest of himself still, not doing anything to interrupt Yuuji’s feeding.

For once, Satoru allows himself to be pliant in the arms of another in such an intimate manner, wary about startling Yuuji into unlatching prematurely. Happy the vampire finally trusts himself. Or maybe he trusts that Satoru will be there to guide him through all this. Perhaps it's both.

Meanwhile, Yuuji doesn’t know how he's survived this long without being inside Satoru in this way.

His teeth belong in this man’s neck and right now he doesn’t think he’ll survive if Satoru isn’t inside him either.

He’s claimed this man.

A Sorcerer.

The Strongest.

An annoying, overly cocky frat boy.

His first time.

And he wants to be connected in other pleasurable ways with his first time as close as he can.

Satoru clearly has similar thoughts, mindlessly seeking Yuuji’s entrance as he ruts blindly into it as best as he can through the barrier of clothes.

Eventually, Yuuji’s fangs release their hold on Satoru’s neck, pulling off like a gas pump signaling he’s had his fill. He rests his forehead against the taller man’s trembling clavicle, both taking a moment to catch their breaths. With one final appreciative lick and kiss to puncture marks, savoring the iron weight on his tongue, Yuuji pulls away to take in Satoru’s appearance, trying to navigate this shift in energy. This feeling of possession. This need.

They both stare transfixed into one another’s eyes, pupils blown wide from lust. Dark voids
swallow the azure Six Eyes into a thin ring. Mirroring the eclipsing golden sun of Yuuji’s own.

Their bodies shiver, thrumming with arousal and exertion.

Yuuji’s forehead tips down to tap against Satoru’s gently.

“Are you doping on this?” he whispers hungrily. Their noses almost touching.

Satoru groans in affirmation, feeling as though he could easily tip over that edge and overdose on this feeling of pleasure. He isn’t even inside Yuuji yet. Fuck.

How much of it could he feasibly blame on the aphrodisiac-like effects?

Satoru leans his head back all the way against the bed board to collect his breath and thoughts further, hazy eyes falling onto the boy he holds in front of him.

Yuuji looks more like a proper vampire now.

His posture appears powerful despite the way his body trembles. Back straight. Spine at attention. Waiting with eyes wide open. Eyes that are completely fixated on his captured prey. Bloodied mouth coated in a messy display of Satoru’s crimson, staining his parted lips and chin. Tongue swiping over to collect the stray blood in an animalistic display. The somewhat blunt fangs from earlier appeared to have sharpened with the release of venom triggered by feeding. A sharper crescent, lengthened, curved and intimidating. They’ll remain like this until the hormones die down.

Until then, Yuuji was the visage of a true apex predator.

Those completely fixated eyes, made rich with care and affection, staring down at Satoru’s body that he sits on.

Satoru’s shaking.

Yuuji’s trembling.

Neither can restrain themselves from going even further any more.

“Thank you Satoru. Really, I mean it. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do this by myself. It’s just that I don’t think I can hold back anymore though, I really wanna go all the way with you, please,” Yuuji moans, dragging his hand down to palm at Satoru’s clothed erection, pulling to close and rubbing his pussy backwards insistently against it, “Please put it in. Now.”

They’re both utterly helpless to their own arousal.

“You’re really something else Yuuji,” Satoru moans a broken sound. The punctures on his neck twinges pleasurably as his throat bobs up and down with labored breaths.

Satoru slips loose from his pants in record time, mentally berating himself for not removing them earlier.

He’d been cocky then.

Now he’s just desperate.

He’s never been more desperate for something in his life.

Yuuji glances back to assess Satoru’s large size now freed and poking at his backside, a pleased mewl leaving his throat like a purr.

The vampire’s approval causes him to twitch.

“You’re pretty beautiful yourself down here as well,” Yuuji’s hand grasps firmly onto his cock, sliding his hand up and down to work him up even further, thumb swiping over the head. Satoru grunts at the contact, still sensitive from the lingering aphrodisiac floating around in his bloodstream.

Displeased with the dry sensation, Yuuji brings his hands to slide between his own folds, collecting slick to wet Satoru’s cock, easing his strokes with wet squelching sounds. He continues doing so while guiding one of Satoru’s hands to finger him once more in preparation.

Even Satoru blushes at the sudden bold display from the virgin.

Any traces of the hesitant costumed nurse he’d cornered downstairs was possessed by the spirit of pure, unadulterated lust.

“You’re absolutely perfect.”

Satoru nudges the fat head of his cock against Yuuji’s entrance, sliding it back and forth against the parted folds. Yuuji whimpers at the teasing, still sensitive from Satoru’s hard work down there earlier.

“I’m ready Satoru,” Yuuji guides the head with proper direction, the blunt tip kissing his quivering hole, “‘I’ve held myself back long enough. You don’t need to hold back either. Not when it feels this good.”

The vampire is clearly trying to rile him up into taking action.

It works though.

Despite Satoru’s size and girth, the foreplay from earlier has Yuuji’s prepared enough for Satoru to sink comfortably inside, pushing into his throbbing hole gently, slowly filling him up.

Yuuji sinks his hips down until they’re resting on Satoru’s upper thighs, now fully seated.

Satoru groans as his shaft is squeezed tight, Yuuji’s pussy clinging like a suffocating vice. He can feel the vampire’s hummingbird heartbeat through their shared contact in such an intimate place.

Yuuji cries a desperate keen, finally filled completely by Satoru.

His inner walls that hug Satoru’s length contract and cling desperately around the man. It feels like scratching a dull itch, pulling deeper inside in search of further satiation and pleasure.

The way they’re connected between their legs, the blooming heat blossoms into an inferno. Heat grows stronger with the sensual pull, slicked friction rocking slowly up and down. Yuuji’s thighs and hips strain with exertion while keeping this steady thumping rhythm. Satoru’s large hands slide up the back of his thighs, cupping each of his cheeks to support his weight, lifting him to maintain his movement without faltering. Yuuji relaxes into the guiding palms.

Eventually, their blushing faces, drunk on desire, draw closer.

Centimeters apart, hiccuping breaths and lush lips finally connect, closing the distance into a passionate kiss.Tasting one another on their dancing tongues.

Yuuji tasting his own slick on Satoru’s.

Satoru tasting his own blood on Yuuji’s.

A sensual combination.

Their primal claims on one another.

Yuuji wants to scream at the top of his lungs, a way for these overwhelming sensations from being connected like this a means of escape, but it merely comes out as gasps and deep moans swallowed by Satoru’s own. This was a different pleasure compared to before.

Deeper.

Richer.

Burrowing inside him until it radiates from the inner walls, outwards. Expanding. Swelling. Sweltering. Jumping up his throat like its own heartbeat with each punched-out whine.

Burying his head in the pillow and screaming right now sounds like it’d be a cathartic route to release this building tension, but he can’t pull his lips away from Satoru. Their tongues twisting and petting one another, exploring each other’s tastes as their hips rock steadily below.

It’s an all-consuming sense of sexual, intimate hedonism.

At one point, the tip of Satoru’s tongue brushes over his aching fangs and Yuuji has to restrain himself from nipping back on instinct. Poking into the tiger’s enclosure wasn’t something someone with self-preservation found amusing.

Satoru giggles at the growl Yuuji lets out, pulling away to lick at the corner crease of lips, trailing downwards to suck a love bite on the side of his neck. A cheap imitation without enough real force to break skin, but it throbs a tingling butterfly flutter against Yuuji’s excited pulse. A circling tongue doesn’t so much to soothe the buzzing sensation, only heightening his state of arousal further.

Yuujii whimpers.

He’s supposed to be the vampire here.

Not fair.

He twists out of the suction, glaring at Satoru with a pout. However, a suddenly forceful thrust upwards quickly knocks it off his face, melting into a heated challenge.

Yuuji’s fangs gnaw gently on Satoru’s shoulder without breaking skin, migrating shyly up towards the puncture marks to lap at the lingering dried flakes of blood wet with sweat, never one to leave leftovers. Satoru hand grips the back of Yuuji’s nape, scruffing the thick skin like a kitten. Not to punish or signal for stop, but to offer a comforting grip that presses his face firmly against the metallic sweet taste.

Yuuji hums a quiet mewl, rocking his hips on Satoru’s length at a gentle, self-satisfied pace.

Brushing some of the sweat off his brow, Satoru’s gaze peers closer out of the corner of his eyes, taking in every detail of the boy moving up and down on his lap. His soft pink hair. Ruddy cheeks. Costume clinging to heated flesh.

Focusing his Six Eyes further though, Satoru notices something layered underneath the dark floral miasma coating the vampire.

The realization is like a microphone’s whining feedback, ringing and oscillating sharply in his skull.

He forcefully knocks his thigh upwards against Yuuji’s, a shift in weight to the side, effortlessly flipping their positions to cage him against the bed with a forceful energy. Hips buried deep in a heavy press. Yuuji’s back hits the mattress with a muted thud, the bed springs squeaking slightly. Yuuji as well.

Satoru’s pace quickens into something domineering, driving Yuuji into the mattress with powerful thrusts.

“I can sense my cursed energy in the blood you drank. I can see myself in you. I can feel myself in you down here too, doesn’t it feel good?” Satoru mindlessly babbles, feeling intoxicated about the way he’s truly inside the boy under him, “The way I’ve filled you completely.”

Driven by a sense of primordial and carnal possession.

His irises glow a violent blue.

Yuuji’s flushed gaze softens.

“It's good, you feel so good in me, please, more!” he whines, breathless, “Need all of you in me!”

Yuuji blushes further at the embarrassingly high pitched sounds forced out of him by this change in position. Sounds he didn't think his own voice could make, but the way Satoru thrusts in and out with such dominating speed and pressure, body weight pinning him on his back, Yuuji’s unable to control himself.

Not when this position allows Satoru to control the pace and power behind each movement. The downward press, the curve, the angle, it all rubs against Yuuji’s spot maddeningly. Friction and heat build at a rapid pace.

No brakes. No stopping.

He fucks the same way he ate Yuuji out. Relentless, burying himself as deep as possible inside, targeting the spots inside that have him whining without restraint, dragging his pleasure out of Yuuji with zealous passion.

Satoru adores the sounds he makes, staring down at the vampire who looks at him with so much desire, doing everything in his power to make him mindless with pleasure.

However, considering the physical exertion coupled with minor blood loss, Satoru was starting to feel a bit light-headed.

All things considered, Yuuji did a good job drinking from a human for the first time. He took the optimal amount to keep himself properly fed and Satoru without any real, lasting damage.

Yuuji truly was perfect.

Satoru doesn’t need to use Reversed Cursed Technique to replenish the amount of blood that was lost, but he finds himself wanting to have as much stamina as possible to keep this connection going. Doing so with the full extent of his physical capabilities.

He leaves the puncture marks alone, focusing solely on the formation of new red blood cells and plasma.

Not once stalling his pace while pounding into Yuuji.

Yuuji’s hazy expression from being fucked so deeply suddenly snaps into sharpened awareness, smelling the fresh supply of blood available.

Satoru lets out a surprised chuckle, pushing his thumb into the sharpened point of one of Yuuji’s fangs. Prying his panting mouth open to examine.

“You want more?”

Enamel tip pierces his thumb’s center, tongue curling around the finger to draw it deeper into his mouth to suck.

The sight shouldn't be as erotic as it is.

Yuuji’s eyes grow hazy once more, docile from the soothing taste and hormones, cheeks glowing an even deeper red tasting Satoru while connected in this way.

Satoru’s thumb throbs pleasantly with each suction, no doubt from the aphrodisiac steadily releasing in. Satoru moves his thumb out of Yuuji’s mouth with a ‘pop,’ pressing at the boy’s stained lips.

Yuuji whines wordlessly at the loss, but Satoru’s more than ready to make up for it.

He leans his body down to be more parallel with Yuuji, angling the curve of his neck, revealing the unmarred flesh on the opposite side.

“Go on.”

With the consent to feed, Yuuji snaps forward, jaw clamping down with the unrelenting grip of a viper, fangs ensaring their exposed mark.

Immediately, a guttural moan leaves Satoru’s throat as he’s pumped with another dose of potent aphrodisiac directly into his artery’s bloodstream.

This time while enveloped inside Yuuji’s pulsating warmth.

An overflowing feeling.

It’s too much.

It forces a sharp climax to erupt out of him without warning, spilling a seemingly endless stream inside, but his hips refuse to relent their pace. Quickening into short, rabbiting thrusts instead. He growls and whines like a feral animal. Large hands curl into a clawed raptor’s grip, holding Yuuji tightly in his hold, moving the vampire as he sees fit. Panting desperate breaths that fan waves of heat against Yuuji’s own thudding pulse.

Satoru doesn’t even feel human anymore by this point.

Yuuji shudders with a gasp, the strange sensation of being filled up for the first time startling him, whimpering at Satoru’s persistence to keep moving, pushing the cum further and deeper inside. The newly quickened draws out more hiccuping ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ from him.

Satoru doesn't stop driving his hips into Yuuji even after cumming like this, lost in his own instincts.

Continuously driven forward, purely seeking pleasure itself rather than completion.

Dazed in the heat of arousal, Yuuji would liken it to the way animals may convulse and move even after death. Driven purely by instinct and spikes in synaptic activity.

Yuuji can't fathom Satoru stopping anytime soon.

He doesn't want him to. Not when he’s so close to the edge himself.

He basks in the feeling of Satoru rocking in and out of his body with rapid thrusts seeking out Yuuji’s climax that just keeps building upwards, even taller than before.

Yuuji moans against the flesh he’s bitten into. A way to hold on for stability as he’s driven towards his own peak. Swallowing the precious blood is difficult with the way his body rocks back and forth from Satoru’s commanding thrusts, but it spills down his throat in messy rivulets.

Filling him up in another pleasurable way.

Eventually, the volatile feeling builds, high-strung, tight, until it suddenly explodes outwards.

Something even stronger than the orgasm from earlier.

Pure ecstasy.

Yuuji unlatches from Satoru’s throat with a whimpering sob, clenching tightly around the man inside with unyielding pressure. Sucking and pulling him in deeply as his climax squirts out of him without control, wetting the sides of Satoru’s cock and staining the sheets below.

Yuuji milks the length inside, fluttering weakly as he begins to come down from the feeling.

Neither move to separate from one another during this time.

Satoru groans weakly into his shoulder. The entirety of his form presses down on Yuuji like a weighted blanket, comforting and warm. His hands relax their suffocating hold on bruised hips to slide between the mattress and his back, pulling him close into his arms. Their sweaty, heaving chests flushed together. It’s like their heartbeats are speaking to one another.

Yuuji doesn’t feel like his body is truly his anymore.

A vessel once empty, now filled and overflowing with pleasure.

Filled by Satoru.

His blood.

His body.

Everything.

They lay like this for a quiet while in this embrace. Both seem to be waiting until Satoru softens enough to slip out naturally before trying to separate.

Before that can happen though, Satoru says something he’s never said to any other hookups in the past.

“We should make this a regular thing.”

A curious amber eye slips open.

“You think so?” Yuuji murmurs with a shaky breath.

“Why not?” Satoru presses, lips dragging against Yuuji’s temple, “You get fed. We both get laid. Like a friends with benefits kind of thing. Come on, if you don’t want to share, I’d even be willing to make this an exclusive arrangement.”

Yuuji’s silent for an uncomfortable pause and Satoru begins to worry he may have come on too strong, too arrogant, but a soft smile breaks across Yuuji’s gentle face.

Pointed fangs, ones that have already carved their shape deep inside Satoru, peek out from his upper lips. Playful. Cute.

“I think I’d really like that.”

It’s too bright outside for Satoru to even think about stepping anywhere near a window, lest he be blinded by daylight’s demanding glare.

Satoru busies himself splashing water on his face at the bathroom sink, leaning forwards to be up close with his mirrored reflection.

Aside from the ruffled hair and tired crease to his eyes, the pair of puncture marks against both sides of his neck are impossible to ignore. Hickeys would be one thing, just another thing for his brothers to gossip and high five about. However he looks like he’d been caught between a monster’s harrowing bite.

Any rumors from these marks would most likely be about him potentially having rabies.

Bummer.

He'll have to heal them up in a bit though.

Yuuji is still slumbering away peacefully in bed after they both crashed hard last night and Satoru would like to tease the vampire at least one more time with the evidence of his ravenous desire before healing.

A sudden demanding banging on the bathroom door, thudding like a violent poltergeist interrupts his thoughts

“Satoru! Open up! I know you’re in there.”

Yikes. Suguru sounds pissed.

Unfortunately Satoru can think of a few reasons why that’d be the case.

He swings the door open like an expectant housewife. “Yo! What’s up man!” he greets cheerfully.

Suguru doesn’t seem to share his enthusiasm.

“Did you fuck that vampire last night?”

Blunt for a guy who normally prefers innuendos and dancing around these kinds of topics.

“You sensed him last night too?” Satoru hums, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“Even if I didn’t, I could hear you two going at it like animals in our room, which we share, might I remind you. I had to sleep on the couch last night,” Suguru berrates, staring judgmentally at the teeth marks on Satoru’s neck he hasn’t healed yet, “all because you sunk your teeth into each other faster than I could get him to leave. We don’t need any of the members in the fraternity experiencing blood loss, if they get any stupider I may actually need to drop these letters.”

“Ouch” Satoru whines, “You’re a part of the brotherhood too Suguru.”

“Against my will,” he counters.

“Debatable.”

“I’m at my limit Satoru. No more couches. It’s completely inconsiderate to someone you share a room with. Not to mention the fact that he’s a vampire, do you realize how dangerous this could have turned out if he lost control while you were inhibited by his venom?”

“Relax Suguru,” Satory placates, sighing dreamily, “Vampire nurse was a fledgling and a virgin. Completely inexperienced. Isn't that wild? Like, how lucky am I? He’s completely harmless, so I wouldn’t worry about me too much. Just a little weaning kitten who just needs love and attention. He cares too much about hurting humans to actually be a viable threat. Besides, if last night proved anything, I can clearly keep him happy and filled.”

Suguru’s brow furrows, drawn tight as he sighs, rubbing his hand to smooth out the tension in his face. “You’re unbelievable. I’ve told you time and time again, you need to be more respectful when speaking about people you've been intimate with. It’s not a good look.”

“He enjoyed it though!” Satoru pouts.

“Sure,” Suguru drawls sarcastically.

“Don’t believe me? Well we’re gonna be exclusive friends who hook up, so maybe that tells you how much he enjoyed me huh?” Satoru challenges. Wounded ego trying to bite back.

Suguru’s tired expression never wavers. “Did he give you brain damage from bleeding you dry or something? Sever your brain stem?”

“Tch. Whatever man, he’s gonna be over more often, so you better get used to the couch. In fact, you can go sit patiently there until Yuuji leaves.”

“Why’s he still here? In our shared room?” Suguru’s brow quirks, “a room I would very much like to get dressed in, so that I can–”

“Fine, fine,” Satoru groans like a reluctant child, shouldering past Suguru weakly, “I’ll handle it.”

He stomps loudly down the hallway to ensure Suguru can hear the displeasure in each obnoxious step.

Maybe he’s not as mature as he’d previously thought.

When Satoru returns to his room though, the space is devoid of any other presence, Yuuji no longer fast asleep, cocooned tightly in his sheets.

The window’s open, morning air filtering in and diluting the lingering scent of blood and sex that still permeates within the room. Intangible phantom wisps from the night before.

Only a note left on his stained pillow awaits him, which Satoru pulls close to read.

Thank you for last night! Here’s my number:
(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

(My phone died and my brother’s going to panic if I don’t get home soon, so I’m really in a rush right now. You weren’t here when I woke up so sorry I can’t say bye in person)

I had a lot of fun, you’re a pretty good sensei after all. Maybe you can teach me how other positions work next time? Or how to suck something other than blood from you ;)

Looking forward to seeing you soon!

- Yuuji

Satoru smirks, scoffing at the cheeky remarks that are clearly there to rile him up without being there to face the consequences.

This brat.