Erotic Short. 3.7k. Cis M/NB with a cunt. D/s relationship. Mentions of blood, blood play, nipple biting, breast biting, biting in general, cum, dick sucking, bareback and references to murder and feeding. It's really just a lot of vampire porn.

"You're going to be good for me today, Bellamy," Julian said, fingers tightening around the new vampire's throat. "Aren't you?"

Bellamy swallowed, and nodded in his hold. Their mouth hung open, tongue playing with the tips of their pointed teeth.

It was a cute motion. Julian recalled he had done the same thing, all those years ago when he had first been turned. The desperate need to feel something against fresh fangs. They were always so sensitive the first few months of life. As if they too, were filled with a craving. A body made entirely of wanting.

The teeth grew less sensitive, but the wanting never went away.

Julian knew that well.

"Good." He let go, giving a final squeeze to Bellamy's throat.

Immediately, the younger vampire dropped back to their knees, scrambling to take hold of their Master's legs where he sat in the plush comfort of the reading chair.

The living room that surrounded them was filled with antique furniture. Items gathered from a hundred or so years living in the coastal New England town Julian had some how managed to find himself settled in. It was an old merchant's house. Two stories with windows that allowed it's tenants to keep watch over the docks, and Julian had tended to it lovingly, refusing to allow dust to gather and instead, allowing it to be filled with a dark, and deeply familiar sort of comfort.

Now, Bellamy's bare knees dug into the floral design of the Turkish rug, and their fingers gripped, tugging at the pants that still cruelly covered their Master's thigh.

"Please.."

Bellamy pressed their face into Julian's crotch, their senses drawn to him with a feral kind of hunger. Primordial and woven into their bones. They kissed, and bit, tugging at the fabric impatiently as the hunger only built inside of them.

They had been awake for less than an hour.

The moon was still low on the horizon, but since the moment they turned in their coffin, Bellamy had had one thing on their mind, and it was this. Julian. Julian's smell. Julian's skin. Julian's dick.

"I want to be good," they said, looking up at him. "I want–"

"I know what you want," Julian answered. He moved his hold to Bellamy's hair, threading ringed fingers through the light brown curls.

Bellamy whined, and yanked at the pants again. "You're mean."

He gave a sharp tug to their hair. "You need to learn patience," he said, "If you want to go out and hunt."

Hunt.

The word summoned up the thought of blood, pouring warm and thick down Bellamy's throat, and in less than a second they found themself swallowing, parched, as the hunger pooled in their stomach. A need as deep as a glacial lake.

"Ah…" Julian hummed, watching. "See?"

Bellamy whined again, pressing all of themself into their Master's lap. They rolled their hips against the edge of the chair, leaning up to tug now at Julian's shirt, taking the buttons between their teeth, the plastic clacking against bone.

Instinctively, they tugged, tearing them off before the thought had even processed what they were doing. Julian yanked at their hair, pulling them away sharp enough for Bellamy to hiss as the threads popped beneath their fangs.

"No control," he warned, and watched as Bellamy's face flushed a deathly hue.

It suited them, he thought. Death. An act that had awakened them into something addicting. Something Julian never wanted to be without, despite his centuries of isolation.

Bellamy reached up, grabbing his arm as they tried to keep balanced in his hold.

"I-I'm sorry," they tried, "I just–"

"Need something in your mouth, I know."

Bellamy whined again, nodding as drool began to gather beneath their tongue.

As their Master, Julian could feel the lust. A primal connection since the young vampire's turning. He could feel the way it flooded their body, strong enough to vibrate off of them, encouraging a different kind of need in him as well.

He shifted in the chair, eyes focused on the beautiful creature in his hold, and as his pants grew tighter, Bellamy's eyes widened, senses alert, and immediately fought his grip. They smiled, wiggling free, until they fell to the rug again.

Bellamy's tongue pressed to the fabric of his crotch, soaking it through until the dampness hit his skin. They licked, humming with an excited thirst as open mouthed kisses worked at his growing bulge, their body pressing so eager to the chair that it scooted back with every motion, digging into the delicate fibers of the rug before it at last scraped against the hardwoods with a grinding halt.

But Julian only moaned. Already, whatever bloodlust had been inside of them had returned into the feral lust that had greeted them when they woke. And so finally, knowing when a battle wasn't worth it, he let go of their hair.

"Okay."

Bellamy's mouth paused. They pulled away, eyes staring up at their Master as if to confirm the order. And when Julian nodded, the young vampire immediately went to work, fingers fast and fueled by a single, overwhelming, desire.

Julian's pants were off in seconds, abandoned with a toss somewhere in the room and before the chill of the air could even hit him, he winced as sharp fangs bit down into his bare thigh.

They bit again, and again, relishing in the feeling of the new teeth sinking into the older vampire's flesh.

With that same unholy connection, Julian could feel the pleasure in the newborn as if it was his own. The way Bellamy hummed, eyes rolling back into their head as they just pressed closer, and closer, releasing air through their nose as they licked, and kissed the flow of vampiric blood, close enough for their eyelashes to tickle Julian's skin.

Julian's dick twitched as he watched them, the way his blood slowly began to coat their mouth. Little, dark red smears, chaotically left along his pale skin as Bellamy moved to bite, and bite, and adore their Master, misplacing one insatiable hunger for another.

But the feeling of the other vampire's chest pressing to him, the way their hands grabbed onto his legs, made the need unbearable, and soon Julian was gripping their hair again, forcibly moving Bellamy away to lock eyes with him, each pair dilated and equally lit with lust.

He watched as Bellamy, lips painted red with blood, shivered, and licked a drop from the edge of their mouth. Then, Julian shoved them down, until their mouth was pressed to his dick, and Bellamy was moaning with joy and a newfound focus.

They reached to take hold of him, licking and kissing along his shaft as their cold tongue worked Julian over, adoring and seeming just as pleased by the taste of his pre-cum as they were with his blood.

But Bellamy was impatient, and for once it was a blessing for Julian as the other quickly abandoned the kisses and instead, took him into their mouth, blood and saliva coating his dick as they began to suck with an unrestrained enthusiasm.

Julian moaned. "That's my good pet…"

He rolled his hips forward, shoving his dick further into their mouth, and he felt as Bellamy hummed around him.

They twisted their tongue, licking under and around as their head bobbed, brown hair threaded through Julian's guiding fingers.

"Mmm…That's it…"

Pleased, Bellamy then picked up the pace, desperate but conscious enough to not scrape their fangs along the delicate skin. But once they started, they didn't want to stop. Same as whenever they drank on a hunt, Bellamy's mouth was glued to him. Lips refusing to do anything but glide along Julian's dick, reveling in the taste of blood as it mixed with their Master's skin.

Julian's hand moved, encouraging his pet to follow with sharp tugs of their hair which grew rougher, and rougher as the seconds wore on. Until his dick hit the back of Bellamy's throat, and he felt as they gagged, and then moaned, swallowing around him, and sucking him off with new and greater need.

The younger vampire tended to their Master as his moans echoed in the old house, and his hips couldn't help but thrust, eager to be deeper into their mouth. Into them.

"Fuck, Bells…" Julian moaned again. His breathing picked up, and both of them moved, muscles tensing as the orgasm swelled inside, inching closer, and closer.

But Bellamy didn't stop. Feeling the pleasure of their Master like a static in their veins, they moaned, vibrating around Julian's dick as they fucked him, sucking and pressing their chest to his thigh.

"Yeah?" Julian breathed, tugging on their hair again. "You're just a hungry little newborn, desperate for your Master's cum aren't you?"

Bellamy shuddered, the words going straight to their cunt as they nodded around him, moaning in a hurried agreement. "Nn-hnn~"

"Show me," Julian urged.

And Bellamy did.

With their hand moving to pump the base of him, Bellamy sucked, licking, and fucking their Master with their mouth as fast as they could. Until drool fell long and thick down their chin.

They moved, and they moaned, feeling the ache grow as their cunt dripped onto the rug beneath them, surely making a spot that Julian would punish them for later. But it was a thought that only excited them more. And it wasn't long before they felt their Master swell, twitching in their mouth, and felt as Julian's hand gripped them harsher.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Bellamy I–… !"

When Julian came at last, his cum flooded their mouth, pouring down their throat, and Bellamy swallowed it with a greater eagerness than they had ever shown for blood.

They swallowed, and they sucked, desperate to pull more from their sire like it was the most delicious form of ambrosia, and Julian let them, until he winced, and eventually found himself moaning at the overstimulation.

Julian stroked the curls of Bellamy's hair as they lapped up every bit that they could.

He watched as they licked, frantic and yet pleased. A mixture of saliva, blood, and cum. A trinity that seemed to make them delirious, and only cling to their Master more.

But Julian could see how they squirmed.

He could smell the arousal. And so as Bellamy sat there, kissing in a chaotic series along any patch of his skin they could find, Julian moved his hand from their hair, and slowly wrapped his fingers around their neck, until they stopped, and he felt them swallow in his hold.

"On my lap," he said. "Come on, love."

Bellamy nodded, obeying the request eagerly and scrambled as they tried to stand. Their knees shook, a string of cum lingering, connecting them to the rug until at last it broke.

"Look at you," Julian said, reaching forward to press his fingers between their legs. Teasing almost cruelly at how aroused they had become.

Black nails ran along their cunt, pressing at their opening before circling their clit. "I think you need to come for me now, gorgeous."

"Yeah?" Bellamy breathed.

"Yes."

Using Julian for support, Bellamy climbed into their Master's lap, straddling him and wrapping their arms around him. They pressed their bodies as close as they could be, nuzzling their face into the dark, long hair, and in turn, Julian held them, possessive and equally adoring.

He felt as they shifted, unable to help themself and their insatiable hunger. How their ass moved, grinding down onto him and they began to slowly kiss at his neck.

Only a few seconds passed before they were sucking again, grinding their wet cunt along his dick and forcing it hard again.

Julian remained amazed at how easily they were able to do that. How effective. But there was no denying they had a connection since he had turned them. And if Bellamy was hungry for him, Julian's body seemed to know it before even he did. Every time.

Now, the newborn, his pet, was a mess on him, clinging, and moving so hard that they bounced.

"Wait," he said, biting back the moan in his throat.

Julian then reached down, and positioned himself, holding his dick firm, and teasing at Bellamy's cunt.

"Now."

Eagerly, they sank down onto him, taking him in as deep as he could go, and with it, their entire body shivered in pleasure. Bellamy pulled away, desperate to see their Master's eyes.

When they did, Julian looked at them, pupils glazed over in lust. How the hunger came off of them, obvious, and desperate.

Bellamy leaned in, and kissed him.

As their hips began to move and their bodies rocked in the antique chair, Bellamy kissed their Master deeply. Enough for him to taste the cum that still lingered on their tongue.

It only made him kiss them deeper.

"Fuck me," Bellamy begged. "I need you…"

Their words came, breathy and moaning as they shoved their face into his neck again, picking up the pace with a growing impatience. They whined, nipping and biting, until Julian took mercy and grabbed their ass, shoving them down onto his lap and feeling as surprise vibrated against his throat.

"Yes…" Bellamy moaned, and leaned away, arching their back as they unwrapped from around him, and braced themself back on his knees.

Julian then let go, and reached up, ripping Bellamy's shirt up until his mouth took hold of their nipple, sucking hard, and possessive. They whined, high and surprised as their cunt tightened around him from the feeling alone.

"Fuck..!"

He sucked until it hardened deliciously in his mouth, and licked his tongue along it, circling until the vampire was squirming beneath his grip, growing more soaked by the second as they picked up the pace.

"H-Hhn.. Master I-I-…"

Julian thrust up in warning, refusing to let go. Instead his fingers gripped Bellamy's hips again, encouraging them to bounce up and down on his lap, and sucking them off in time with each thrust. He felt how they melted, how they shivered, and it felt like heaven in his veins.

"Fuck!" Bellamy cried out again, reaching to hold Julian's shoulders again. "Yes! Hhnnn~ yes!"

Their fingers clung to the fabric of his shirt, until they were close and pressing their mouth to the dark brown of his hair and breathing in the comforting scent.

They were so close. Tangled, and bouncing, and feeling like nothing other than a toy, overwhelmed and adored by their Master and Julian only fucked them deeper for it.

"I'm yours.." they mumbled, breath hitching between the thrusts. "I'm yours… Fuck me like your pet.. Please, Master I- I..!"

Julian bit, losing control as he felt the other nearing climax. His teeth sank into their breast, bruising as he sucked, and hummed. Even now, after they had turned, Bellamy was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Skin like candy in his mouth.

As they cried out, Bellamy pressed their hand to Julian's head to force his mouth onto them more, encouraging him. And as they did, his hips moved, plunging deeper and harder into them, and it wasn't long before Bellamy was a mess, dripping and bouncing as Julian drank from them, just enough to feel them shudder, and they came.

Instantly, the young vampire pressed to their Master, moaning his name and babbling a string of adoring sounds, and as he felt the electric jolt of pleasure coming off of them, Julian followed, coming deep inside of them until at last, Bellamy's hips stilled, and they shifted, kissing him, tired and pleased and needy.

Julian kissed back, just as adoring.

They stayed like that for a moment, with Bellamy tasting their own blood on their Master's tongue and the delicious, fuzzy haze of their orgasm. But eventually, the hunger returned, like a slow rising tide inside their mind. Never leaving. Never lessening for long.

Slowly, their kisses became deeper. Even as they still squirmed with Julian's dick inside of them.

"More..." they begged quietly after a moment, delirious and eyes still dark with lust.

They rested their head against Julian's chest, a puddle, soaked and dripping onto his lap. "More..." they repeated, kissing and moving to lick at Julian's collarbone. "Don't stop... I want more…I'm so hungry."

"Because you need to hunt," Julian said, mindful and petting Bellamy's back.

He kissed the side of their head. "You know it will make you feel better."

But Bellamy whined.

"After… We can hunt after. Master, please, I–"

"The tourists will be returning to their beds soon," he said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We need to leave. I can't have you starving."

Bellamy shook their head, refusing. But Julian knew they were fighting the bloodlust. Despite the distraction, and stomach full of cum, he knew the true kind of hunger would hit them soon. And they were running out of time for the night.

"After," Bellamy said, tugging at Julian's shirt again with their teeth, rocking their hips again.

"Yes," Julian said, pressing his mouth to their ear and with his voice low. "After we hunt."

***

The small alleyway they ended up in that evening was ideal.

Julian often took their victims there, and that night was no different. It was situated near the downtown bars that patrons frequented after the late night ghost tours, and he paid the surrounding business owners for discretion should they see anything. In no other town that he lived in, had such a thing worked so well as in Salem. But here it worked perfectly.

And it was a very good thing he had such a system in place. Because that night, as Julian plucked an innocent drunk into the shadows, Bellamy had not been the most discrete.

It did not seem to matter that less than a year before, Bellamy themself, had been one such drunken tourist.

Now, blood poured, hot and thick down the new vampire's throat as they drank their fill at last, teeth biting down with a bruising force. And Julian watched, holding the victim there against the centuries old brick of the wall, shielding the scene with experience from anyone who might walk by.

He knew not to drain them entirely, but with the way Bellamy was drinking, blood had filled their mouth, dripping down their chin until it coated them, soaking their neck and chest in mere seconds, and it was not subtle.

Julian watched, fixated on the act.

The frenzy in Bellamy's eyes, and the motion of their throat.

Light from the moon overhead made the blood glisten along Bellamy's neck, and it didn't matter that there wasn't a pulse. No throbbing in their veins. He could smell the human's blood on his pet like a perfume, and could smell the already growing arousal as they drank.

And he couldn't ignore it.

Same as he couldn't resist them that first night.

A magic. A bewitching. Something that had to be supernatural, it was so powerful.

The next thing Julian knew, the human was falling to the ground, Bellamy's back hitting the brick wall of the alleyway. He bit, devouring their neck as his hand reached to grab their chest through the blood soaked fabric, thumb pressing to the fresh bite mark around their nipple as he moaned.

Bellamy whined louder at the touch, wrapping their legs around his waist as their body shuddered.

"Fuck..."

But a flip had switched in Julian. Strong enough to block out any concern about being found. To block out anything other than the feeling of human blood, mixing with the scent of his pet. His.

His.

Julian licked with a desperate kind of hunger, drinking in the taste of the blood as his hips pressed, thrusting against Bellamy's cunt as he pinned them to the wall.

"Here," he said, his voice feral and deep. "Now."

"Y-yes, Master," Bellamy breathed, holding onto him as the high from the blood began to take hold in them as well. Their head swimming with an electric kind of energy. A buzz that lit their body on fire, and one Julian felt as well.

"Please," Bellamy moaned, and soon met their Master for a blood filled kiss.

It was not a gentle kiss. Not in the least.

Julian grabbed hold of Bellamy with his free hand, holding them up and urging their hips closer as his other continued to grope, working them over until their nipple was hard.

His tongue licked the blood from Bellamy's mouth, first out of bloodlust, and the general feeding frenzy of their meal, then, simply craving the taste of Bellamy more. Stronger than anything.

He kissed until they were gasping. Shivering and soaked in his hold.

Until their cunt rubbed against his dick, separated by far too much fabric, and Bellamy kissed him back, ten times as ferocious and needy as they had been when they first woke. As if despite the blood they had fed on, they were even more starved.

Quickly, and hidden by the shadows, Julian forced Bellamy's skirt up as the other unbuttoned his pants, freeing him and hungrily guiding him closer. And they moaned, pleased and satisfied as soon as his dick pressed to them.

Bellamy clung to him and smearing the blood across his shirt with an almost sick delight. "I wanna be good for you…So good…"

Julian shoved himself in, feeling as they moaned in his hold.

"That's my pet," he said.

"Y-yours" Bellamy repeated, just as he hit the spot in them that made their head go light, urging him to pick up the pace. "Hhn…forever."

***

Dawn arrived, hours later and turning the sky a pale blue as the barest hint of the sun began to peak over the horizon. From inside the safety of their new house, Bellamy, clean and with the blood washed from their hair, stared out at the water as Julian read beside them, his arm possessively, safely, around their waist.

They looked out to the spit of land and gravel that stuck out from the docks.

At the end of the gravel was a small white tower, a couple stories tall, weather-worn with crumpled heaps of broken concrete and cement from years of abuse. They always thought was a kind of lighthouse. At least, they had assumed it was during their first visit to Salem.

But from the window of Julian's living room, as the wintery gray clouds of the morning gathered, turning the bay a teal colored and frothy hue while the rest of the world awoke, only one thought filled Bellamy's tired and, momentarily satiated mind.

A memory from less than a year before, when the clouds were so thick the moon had barely been able to spy through their cover.

The image of two figures, standing at three in the morning with the wind whipping their hair. Julian's hand on their cheek. Cold, and icy, and tender enough that they never wanted him to pull away.

And a bite, that made sure he never would.