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“What do you mean Rin isn’t able to get our blood today?” Atsumu demanded, glaring at his twin from across the couch.
Osamu rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Exactly what I said. Rin said there was an incident at the hospital so he has to be extra careful about stealing blood bags.”
“That sounds like a load of horse shit, Samu.” Atsumu crossed his arms with a pout. “What the hell are we supposed to do for a week? I’m already fucking starving.”
“Go out and find a human to drink from, I don’t know.” Osamu disregarded him easily, eyes sliding back down to his cellphone.
It was really fucking easy for his twin to be dissmissal like this, he had his own personal blood bank in the form of a boyfriend - that cute little fairy Akaashi. He assumed Suna was also not as concerned about the situation since he had his own lover as well.
Which only left Atsumu to panic and somewhat starve on his own. Because of course. Of course his best friend and twin would leave him on his own.
“Fuck no.” Atsumu scrunched his nose - disliking the idea wholeheartedly.“Ya know I hate hunting.”
And he did.
Searching for new prey got tiring pretty quickly, and a lot of fucking work. Not to mention there was the very, very high chance that your victim will realize you’re a blood sucking monster, call for help, and then your dinner plans are ruined.
Blood bags were easy, cleaner, didn’t talk back.
The last time Atsumu hunted, his prey screamed and wailed and begged the entire time, easily taking away from the joy of drinking straight from the source. Yeah . He wasn’t ever doing that again.
“Figure it out yourself then, scrub.” Osamu bared his teeth in Atsumu’s direction.
With a sneer toward his twin, Atsumu wallowed on the couch hoping to figure out a way to eat before he died - figuratively of course, it’s a little hard to die when you’re already dead - of starvation.
That’s how Suna - the third member of their household - found him hours later with his boyfriend Komori tucked under his arm, still pouting on their couch. The vampire sighed deeply and handed him a card, one with the name Eidetic on it. “Here. Stop your pouting, idiot.”
When Atsumu raised a confused brow in his direction, it was Komori who answered for him with a too bright smile. “It’s a nightclub for people like us!” The smaller werewolf said, tail wagging behind him, freely showing off his traits now that they were in private, “Vampires can feed there too, safely of course, most humans who show up there know exactly what they’re walking into.”
Atsumu eyed him with skepticism but with a nod of confirmation from Suna, he felt inclined to believe the little wolf.
A safe place to hunt, huh?
It sounded easy enough. All Atsumu had to do was find a victim, feed, and leave. A simple plan. A doable plan.
At least.
It was.
Until the vampire found himself pressed against the surprisingly clean bathroom stall, lips claimed by the hottest man he’d ever seen in his entire undead life - all four hundred years of it - with said hands shoved down his pants, palming his smaller cock.
Atsumu hissed when teeth latched onto his neck, leaving a deep mark that’ll heal in several hours. “Watch those teeth, pup.” He growled, fingers tangled into dark curls and tugged on the man’s hair insistently.
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you, pretty boy?” The stranger rumbled, pulling back to look at him with golden rimmed eyes. His hands squeezed around Atsumu’s waist tightly, “You’re the blood sucker here.”
Really, Atsumu had tried to hunt; from the moment he stepped foot into the club he’d been laser focused on finding his prey. Komori had been right when he said it was a place for people - creatures - like them.
There were all kinds of beings that flooded the large building, from fellow vampires, to banshees, and even werewolf packs. The raging flood of mingled scents had instantly given Atsumu a headache but the dryness in his throat and the hunger that ravaged through him had him pushing through it and making his way to the dance floor.
Fred. Feed. Feed.
It wasn’t long until he was dancing with a woman, the human had been eager, plastering her back to his chest, rolling her hips languidly.
Atsumu had rolled his eyes behind her back, pretending to be into the way she grinded against him but ducked his head into her neck anyway to breathe in her scent and feel her pulse against his lips.
“Easy there, vampire.” The girl giggled with a shake of her hips, “You wouldn’t be interested in my blood.”
“Oh?” Atsumu cocked a brow, a little interested at the game the human was trying to play. “Why’s that?”
The girl turned around to face him, locking her arms around his neck, “Just got over the flu. If what I hear about your kind is true, you’re not a fan of blood that’s…tainted.”
She had that right. There was something about sick humans that drew vampires away instead of closer. Their blood contaminated by a virus or disease never tasted good. Like eating rotten food or drinking spoiled milk.
Leaning in closer, Atsumu inhaled deeply and caught the faint sour scent still lingering in her blood. His nose scrunched in disgust.
The girl giggled “Sorry about fooling you but I did have alternative motives for dancing with you.”
Annoyed that he lost yet another meal but still interested in the girl, Atsumu couldn’t help asking, “And what would that be?”
“My mate is here too.” She chuckled, glancing over his shoulder into the crowd. Atsumu was wise enough not to look - he didn’t have a deathwish. “Werewolves are super possessive and they’re too fun to rile up. He’s been glaring at you ever since we started dancing.”
But maybe this human wanted him ripped to pieces.
“Yer trying to get me murdered aren’t ya?” Atsumu deadpanned, moving to remove his hand from the girl’s waist.
She’s quick to hold his hands in place with a tut. “Relax. I’m helping you too. I’m not the only one who’s being watched. Up on the balcony, there’s a pack of werewolves, and one of them has been watching you like he wants to absolutely devour you.”
Following her instructions, Atsumu looked up and met dark, hungry eyes staring down at him. The werewolf was dressed in a finely pressed suit, curls tamed by gel, and nursing a glass of whiskey. Feeling his cheeks heat, the vampire looked away from the werewolf before the pup could get any ideas.
“How exactly are you helping me?” He asked, letting her lead their dance once more.
Brown eyes rolled playfully as she dragged her hand down his chest towards his abs, “Like I said, werewolves are possessive. I’m sure the big bad wolf up there doesn’t like that I’m doing this to you.” The girl said, rising to her toes to nudge her nose against his neck, teeth grazing the skin.
That's all it took really, it was enough for a small moan to leave Atsumu’s lips, one that was too low for a human to hear among the loud music was definitely enough for a werewolf to pick up on.
He’d never seen a being - aside from his fellow vampires - move so fast. He doesn’t know where the girl scampered off to in the end, only focused on the man, beast , in front of him.
One heated stare. One introduction. One dance. One kiss.
Which is how he ended up where he was now, with the werewolf, Kiyoomi, kissing him senseless.
“And ya interrupted this blood sucker’s hunt.” Atsumu whined as Kiyoomi grinded his hips against him, the friction causing him to arch into the werewolf’s hold. “I hope you're ready to help me out with that.”
“That didn’t look like hunting to me, sweetheart.” Kiyoomi kissed along his jawline, teeth scraping slightly. “Is that how you treat all of your meals?”
“Haven’t ya heard of playing with your food?” Atsumu began to fumble with Kiyoomi’s belt buckle, making work at pushing his dress pants and boxer down.
“I should have known that vampires lack good manners.” Kiyoomi chuckled while cupping Atsumu’s cheeks and kissing him again fiercely, so filthy and filled with desire.
Atsumu grabbed hold of Kiyoomi’s cock, marveling at the size and aching to have it inside of him - it’s so big and so pretty . He could feel that his own jeans were already soaking from the anticipation.
Moving his mouth from Kiyoomi’s, Atsumu dragged his mouth to suck on his pulsepoint, teeth wanting nothing more than to sink into olive colored skin. “Only the hungry ones.” He said, grazing the tip of his fangs across a vein while stroking the cock in his hand.
Kiyoomi hummed and dipped his fingers further past Atsumu’s cock and balls down to his hole only to freeze, his breath hitching once he felt the slickness that coated it. “What-”
“Receptive vampire.” The vampire answered him with a grin, squeezing Kiyoomi’s cock in his hands, “I slick up and I can be bred. Similar to, oh, what is it that ya werewolves call it? An omega?”
“Fuck.” Kiyoomi breathed out, his finger pressing into Atsumu’s slicked hole, “You’re so wet for me, pretty boy.”
Atsumu mewled, letting his eyes roll shut when that finger slid in deeper, “I am. What are ya going to do about it, pup?”
When Kiyoomi pulled away to look him in the eye, his gaze full of lust and desire, Atsumu knew he was in for a rough fucking. If he were a cat, he’d be purring at such a sight.
He moaned, long and breathy when Kiyoomi slid in a second finger inside of him with a victorious grin, “First, I’m going to fuck you, pretty thing. Then after you’re filled with my cum, I’ll let you feed from me.”
Wide, amber eyes met gold rimmed in disbelief. Kiyoomi was going to let him…feed? Werewolves never let vampires feed from them. Aside from Komori, who was mated to Suna, the wolves tended to get snappy when vampires even made an attempt to ask for some blood.
It was rare. Nearly unheard of.
Yet Kiyoomi was offering it up on a silver platter.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?” The wolf asked, his fingers stretching him so deliciously that
Atsumu’s eyes nearly crossed.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He panted out, clawing at his own jeans, pushing them the rest of the way down, leaving him exposed for Kiyoomi’s greedy eyes.
That was more than enough answer for the were to thrust his fingers into him roughly, making the vampire shriek in delight. He should have put a bigger effort into staying quiet - they were in public after all - but instantly forgot all about keeping his mouth shut when Kiyoomi began to thrust his fingers in and out of him while mouthing his neck.
“You sound so pretty, sweetheart. Are all those noises for me?” Kiyoomi asked with a deep chuckle though Atsumu could hear just how strained his voice was. “It is, isn’t it? Not for anyone else? Especially frail, little humans?”
Atsumu would have to find the girl who danced with him and send her a gift basket.
“All for ya.” Atsumu whined, his hips rolled, trying to feel more of Kiyoomi, to be filled by him. “Need more. Not enough, please.”
Either the wolf was just as desperate as he was or he was feeling extremely generous because Kiyoomi obediently removed his fingers from inside Atsumu but not without keeping their eyes locked while he licked his fingers clean.
He had no time to comment on such an erotic sight, his 183 cm body was heaved into the werewolve’s arms, his legs settled between Kiyoomi’s elbows and feet no longer touching the ground.
The feeling of Kiyoomi’s cockhead against his hole had him withering and whining, wanting nothing more than for the other man to sink inside of him.
To claim him. To make Atsumu, his .
Atsumu doesn't have to wait long for Kiyoomi to grant him his wish. The werewolf kissed him again, plunging his tongue inside of his mouth at the same time he thrusted his dick deep inside of him.
His loud moan is muffled by Kiyoomi’s mouth and his eyes squeezed tight from the feeling of being completely and utterly full.
“Shit.” Kiyoomi swore into his mouth, “You’re so tight, pretty boy. Knew it would be from the moment I saw your ass.”
Atsumu’s laugh is light and airy as he tangled his fingers into Kiyoomi’s hair to ground himself, “Keep up with all the flattering, handsome, and you’ll never get rid of me.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes grow dark with desire as he pulled out then sheathed his cock into Atsumu’s dripping hole. Both creatures moan simultaneously, the hold on Atsumu growing increasingly tighter. “Good.”
The words were murmured possessively, and Kiyoomi ducked his head down to mouth at Atsumu’s neck while he began his ruthless pace, “Because you’re all mine.”
His pace picked up speed, fucking his length in and out steadily, drawing out more pretty moans from the vampire. Kiyoomi’s own moans are gruttal with each thrust of his cock and the way Atsumu clenched around his cock eagerly.
“Kiyoomi!” Atsumu cried out when his cockhead hit a particular spot that had him seeing stars. “Kiyoomi-Omi! Right there! Yes!”
The stall shakes with each brutal thrust, no doubt alerting anyone who walked in to what was happening behind that door. Atsumu didn’t care, all he could do was hold on while Kiyoomi sucked another mark into his neck and fucked into him brutually.
Atsumu wants to do more, to meet Kiyoomi thrust for thrust; instead, he’s trying to catch his breath as he loses the breath in his lungs each time his rim is stretched by Kiyoomi’s length.
“Ah fuck! Omi!” He could feel the tell tale approach of his orgasm approaching and his fangs ached with the need to feed.
Kiyoomi cupped his cheek with one hand while continuing his movements, never failing to sink deep into Atsumu. He leaned down to bite at his lower lip, tugging on it and drawing out of a whine from the vampire. “So good. So sweet for me, pretty boy. You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel how tightly you’re squeezing around me. Are you waiting for the okay?”
The blond is unable to do anything but nod his head, wanting nothing more than to cum around Kiyoomi’s cock.
His lips are claimed once again, a little too chaste for his liking but when he saw Kiyoomi bare his neck to him, all thoughts of a shortened kiss left his mind.
“Come on, baby.” Kiyoomi ordered roughly, “Drink my blood and cum for me.”
Not needing to hear anything more, Atsumu sunk his fangs into Kiyoomi’s neck with a broken groan and began drinking the sweetest tasting blood he’s ever had in his life. His thighs shook from pleasure and soon he’s coming, small spurts of cum sprayed against his stomach while his mouth stayed latched to Kiyoomi’s neck.
There’s a broken, long groan from the werewolf and soon he’s following suit, pushing his cock into Atsumu one last time before filling him up with his seed.
There’s content silence that filled the air as Atsumu finished feeding and Kiyoomi continued to support him, his puffs of breath warm against his cold skin.
When Atsumu finally unlatches, leaving two puncture holes into otherwise unblemished skin, he’s seized by the throat and was yanked into a harsh, rough, toe curling kiss. His eyes roll back from the sheer intensity of it all, feeling full and satisfied in more ways than one.
“Happy now, pretty thing?” Kiyoomi questioned, his lips now stained with his own blood.
Atsumu licked his own in hunger, his amber eyes slitting like a reptiles, “Very happy, pup.” He said, wrapping his arms around strong, broad shoulders, “Ya made this the easiest hunt I’ve ever been on.”
“Yeah?” Kiyoomi smirked as he slowly pulled out of the vampire with a low growl and set his shakily legs down onto the floor.
“Yesss.” Atsumu hissed out, the emptiness made his lip curl in displeasure.
“Why don’t you let me take you out and you can feed from me whenever you want.”
Atsumu blinked in surprise before his mouth lifted into a mischievous smile. “That’s a bold statement, puppy. Are ya sure ya can handle it?”
“For you, sweetheart? I can handle anything.”