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“Finally awake now, are you?”
Fuck.
Ronaldo cursed after a long drawn out scream, which partially turned the vampire next to him into sand. No, saying he was next to him was being generous. The damned guy was on top of him, chest pressed against chest, scrawny legs tangled in his own, hands on his shoulder, digging on the meat of his flesh. Heat spread all over his face. It was an awkward position to wake up to.
God, there was vampire dust in his mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Where the fuck are we?! Why are you on top of me?!” He couldn’t see anything. It was dark. Was this the work of a vampire? A kidnapping? Handa?! He sure fucking hoped it was Handa.
“Why am I—you dumb gorilla! Have you forgotten what you did last night?” Draluc hissed at Ronaldo’s ear with a venom of impatience. “Why don’t you knock some sense in that empty brain of yours. I could hear it echoing hollowess! This is all your fault!”
“My fault? How is this my fault?!” Ronaldo squinted. It was dark, but he was able to trace the outline of Draluc’s jaw. The vampire did not need to breathe and he was cold, but he moved every so often, turning parts of his body into sand before reforming again. Every press of his cold skin left goosebumps on Ronaldo’s flesh from the temperature change. “Where are we anyway?”
“We’re trapped in my coffin, you idiot.”
Ronaldo could hear the roll in his eyes even in the darkness.
“What?! Why?! How?!”
“Oh let’s see.” Draluc scoffed, unnecessary sarcasm in his voice that Ronaldo did not appreciate. “One gorilla decided to go out drinking with friends and came home an hour before dawn. Then he decided to be a fucking nuisance for the rest of the hour, saying nonsense like I’m going to sleep in your coffin, refusing to leave like the idiot he is. Now, he didn’t even have the decency to remember what he did the previous night! I can’t fucking believe this! Take responsibility!”
Ronaldo’s face burned. D-did he really do all that?! It was hazy, but Ronaldo did remember saying a lot of things last night. A lot of embarrassing things.
“Sh-shut up! You’re lying! It doesn’t fucking explain why you’re here!”
“One hour before dawn! You motherfucking imbecile!” Draluc turned his face sharply, hitting Ronaldo on the nose and sanding himself in the process. He could feel fabric hit his face. Was he in his nightgown? Yes, that was definitely Draluc’s night cap. “You want me to die permanently? You absolute buffoon of a five year old!”
“So you just climbed over like a fucking weirdo?!”
“Yes!” Draluc snarled. “And because you’re such a careless brute, you destroyed my coffin’s control panel, permanently shutting us in.” He shifted in place, trying to find a more comfortable position. Ronaldo groaned when a sharp elbow hit his stomach and a knee to his thigh. Can’t the vampire just sand himself to save space?! It was so cramped and it was getting difficult to breathe.
“Wait.” Ronaldo muttered with dread. “Why am I in my underwear?! Where the fuck are my clothes?”
“Where are my clothes, he fucking asks—the absolute bastard.” Draluc tightened his grip on Ronaldo’s shoulder. “If you didn’t puke all over me and yourself, you’d still be wearing clothes! Be grateful I decided to clean you up instead of letting you rot in your own filth. Idiot. Idiot five year old! Getting you to change killed me several times in the process.”
Ronaldo’s face was red by now. He remembered that too. He remembered throwing up at the vampire before he ended up in the coffin. He remembered getting undressed. He remembered pawing at the vampire’s clothes to undress him. Fuck. Now he’s nearly naked with the said vampire on top of him!
No. No, no, no, no, no. This could not be happening to him! Someone up there was laughing at him, thinking his life was one giant joke! This sounded like the beginning of a shitty vampire AV! Not that he watches any. Nope. Draluc didn’t need to use that as further ammunition.
(Curse Shin-Yokohama and its affinity of making everything lewd! What was causing such perversion in this city?!)
“I’m punching our way out.” Ronaldo declared. He was not staying trapped in this box any longer.
“It’s morning! I’ll die!” Draluc screamed. “And if you destroy my coffin, you’re paying for its repairs!”
“I’ll take my chances!” Ronaldo raised his arm to start punching.
“This customized coffin costs at least 134,209,500.00 yen!”
Ronaldo lowered his arm. “Why the fuck is it so expensive?!”
“It’s custom made, you idiot. It’s lined with baked Romanian soil and made of the finest wood and steel. The mechanisms are complex, crafted only by the most skilled vampire artisans. Plus, if my family found out you ruined my coffin, they’ll sue you!” Draluc warned.
“You’re bluffing!” Ronaldo laughed. “They won’t sue. Your father spoils you too much. Your grandpa’s too lax to do anything. They’ll give you another coffin on a whim.”
“Ah hah.” Draluc chuckled, the vibrations trailed down Ronaldo’s chest and stomach, his puffs of breath tingling on his ears. It sent an involuntary shudder down his spine. “My mother is a lawyer. She’s going to sue you.”
Fucking shit.
“Plus,” Draluc continued. “They don’t take sleeping in other vampire’s coffins lightly! You know this! And you’re a hunter! Oh, do you know how many social mores you’ve crossed? This is basically taboo! Totally unheard of! You banana-brained monkey!”
Ah. Right. Vampires were very sensitive about their coffins. And if Ronaldo remembered, the reason why he started drinking last night was because of said coffin. He was trying to remember what it specifically was, unfortunately it was really difficult trying to think about anything when his oxygen was depleting and when Draluc kept squirming on top of him.
“Can you stop moving?!” Ronaldo groaned. “I’m trying to think here!”
“Well I’m sorry about that, Booby-naldo-kun—”
“Booby-naldo?!”
“—I’m trying not to die here—sand!” Draluc collapsed into a pile of sand as Ronaldo kicked him with his knee, only for him to reform in a worse position. Before Ronaldo knew it, Draluc went through a series of failed transformations that made the place more cramped.
“What are you doing you bastard?!” Ronaldo yelled.
“Trying to turn into something smaller.” Draluc explained just as he turned into a giant fuzzy monster. “Unfortunately, it seems to be doing the opposite.”
“Stop it!” Ronaldo kicked him again to reform him back into his thin, bony self. “You’re making things worse. Stop it!” He groaned. He was moving too much and Ronaldo was going to pass out at this point.
“Well at least, I’m trying to do something!” Draluc scoffed as he finished reforming.
“I’m going to punch our way out.”
“Stop resorting to violence, you brute! Wait, did you hear that?” Draluc shushed Ronaldo before he could retaliate. Ronaldo closed his eyes. There was ringing outside the coffin that sounded suspiciously like Draluc’s phone. It turned off. Then it was Ronaldo’s phone. When that failed, the office phone rang.
“That must be John. He’s out playing futsal.” Draluc huffed. “He’ll be worried why nobody’s picking up.”
“Or he’s in trouble.” Ronaldo suggested. It wasn’t the first time, even though there weren’t any high alerts on abductions lately. It didn’t hurt to be careful.
“He’s okay.” Draluc said. “He’s fine. I know him. He’s my familiar. He found me across the world. He’ll be fine.” But even while he said these, Ronaldo coils sense the slight wobble of worry in his voice. “He’ll come, and then we’ll be able to get out.”
“Unless Hinaichi or Handa finds us first.” Ronaldo murmured. At this point he’d take anyone, even Handa. “Alright, why don’t we calm down? Let’s preserve the oxygen. I can’t breathe.”
Miraculously, Draluc had complied without further arguments. For the first time since Ronaldo woke up, they’ve fallen into silence and he finally got to focus on breathing. Vampires didn’t need to breathe, that was how they managed to sleep in such cramped places. Ronaldo, though? Not as much.
So he focused on preserving his breaths. Oxygen to the brain. Inhale. Exhale. Rinse and repeat. His sweat started to bead on his shoulder. Draluc, while mercifully cold in temperature, started to become sticky against his skin as well. His nightgown was starting to get damp. Ronaldo was getting hyper aware of every sensation with the loss of sight and sounds.
“Did you really forget what you said last night?” Draluc murmured, voice low for once.
“What?” Ronaldo blinked.
“Everything you said last night. You don’t remember anything?” There was this weird vulnerability in the way Draluc said this. His voice was softer than anything Ronaldo had heard in all the years of cohabitation with the vampire. Or maybe it was just the darkness. Everything felt different here.
“What did I say?” Ronaldo’s memory was hazy from the current predicament. He woke up in such a crazy state, head pounding from the hangover. The reply certainly didn’t please Draluc. He could feel him shift on top of him, huffing with the usual annoyance.
“Tsk. Idiot. You embarrassed yourself, is all. I won’t forget it even if you already do, and I’ll strike with blackmail material when you least expect it.” Draluc said this, but he didn’t sound smug about it at all. Instead, he was grumbling about it like it was an inconvenience rather than something to flaunt about. Whatever he said last night must have really annoyed Draluc so much.
Ronaldo’s legs were starting to numb, and the constant temperature play whenever Draluc’s skin touched his own started to send uncomfortable tightness within his guts, twisting them into knots. Cold, then humid, then cold again. He moved his knees to a better position, displacing Draluc on top of him.
“Ngaah!” Draluc moaned in discomfort as he turned into sand once again. His face was buried on Ronaldo's neck and the sound was right next to his ear.
And well.
Ronaldo wasn’t sure why it sounded obscene, but the sudden jolt in his stomach was an even more obscene reaction. The electricity that shot down his spine was surprising, and he curled his toes in reflex. Fuck, why was it suddenly harder to breathe? Shit.
Draluc reformed one more time, hands on Ronaldo’s shoulders, nails digging into flesh as his hands twitched. He could feel the vampire shift his hips, and in those tense moments, Ronaldo prayed for mercy.
“Ronaldo-kun….”
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
“Is that—”
“ADFJDDKGFGDFHDHDLK!!!" Ronaldo, for the third time that morning, kicked Draluc to turn him into sand. “Don’t say anything, shitsand! Shut up!!!”
"Stop killing me, you virgin gorilla!" Draluc grumbled, hands on his chest and grasping. Ronaldo hated the sound he made from it. It was not helping his case at all. “Only you could possibly get horny in a situation like this. Stupid horny gorilla! Dick for brains!”
Right.
In his defense, he couldn’t help it. They were pressed so close and Ronaldo was losing oxygen. His heartbeat was pounding against his chest and all blood that wasn’t rushing to his head was going southbound. And so explains the current predicament.
Namely his hard dick pressing against a vampire.
Not just a vampire. It was Draluc, the fucking weakass vampire.
(He certainly did not like how his cock twitched at the thought. Draluc was on top of him, pressing against him, holding him close close close close close.)
Damn it.
Perhaps some context was due.
Lately, Ronaldo has had an…interesting change in taste regarding the, uhh, more adult entertainment. It was inexplicable. It happened out of nowhere and he certainly didn’t want it! He would change it if he could, but he just couldn’t help it. One day he was sure big busty onee-sans were his thing—and he thought it still was—but he was gaining variety now. In body type. Thin and slender onee-sans were starting to sound appealing too, especially when they wore an apron. Housewife AVs were suddenly lewder to Ronaldo. And sometimes…they didn’t necessarily need to be an onee-san.
A slender man on an apron was also really really lewd.
The nail on the coffin though? Sometimes it didn’t even have to be human. Not—not monsters. But—
Vampires. Noble vampire lords. There were lots of AVs about them on the internet, surprisingly enough. Some humans and vampires had really weird fetishes (and honestly, it shouldn’t be a surprise. That was how dhampirs were made. But if he said that to Handa, Ronaldo felt like he was going to get stuffed with celery.) Nonetheless, Ronaldo has done a rather extensive research on the matter, and at first it didn’t make sense.
Then it hit him one night while sitting on the dining table, waiting for dinner. It was an accident. He didn’t mean for it to happen, but he glanced up to the kitchen after playing with John and saw it.
Draluc was cooking hamburger steak, wearing the usual apron with his sleeves rolled back to reveal his deathly pale forearms. His fingers were deftly stirring the sauce on the pot. Ronaldo rarely saw his bare hands, rarely saw the red of his nails. It was all so innocent.
Yet somehow, Ronaldo’s brain had done the impossible and found it all…erotic.
Which was embarrassing enough! If he wasn’t so mortified at the fact that he found Draluc— Draluc— sexy, he would’ve been more mortified at the realization that his tastes in pornographic material and jerk off fantasies had changed because of the vampire!
Apron tight against thin waist, accentuating the hips. Thin fingers expertly working through its task, red nails that matched the color of Ronaldo’s hunting suit, bright against the paleness of the vampire’s skin. If those hands held him, would they make a contrast? Would it look wonderful trailing their way down his chest? What about tracing lines down his stomach? They’d make their way lower, and then they’d wrap around his—
Mortifying.
It had only gone downhill from there. Everytime he looked at the vampire, feelings of tightness stirred in his chest (and between his legs) started to take over. Heat flushed all over his face to the roots of his hair. His heart went crazy at the smallest, most innocent gestures, the rarest touches shot lightning to his body—direct skin contact was rarer still.
And now, back at the problem at hand.
Ronaldo whimpered at every sudden movement, thighs and hips twitching for more friction. But he did his best to hold back for the sake of the remaining morsels of dignity in him. He knew Draluc wasn’t ever going to let him live this down. The teasing was only going to get worse when they got out. He wanted to scream.
“Damn it. Stop it, you’re going to keep killing me and yourself if you don’t calm down!” Draluc hissed, pointing at his chest with repetitive jabs of his finger. “Stupid horny gorilla. Complicating things enough. Stupid stupid stupid! Oh I’m Ronaldo-kun, and my dick is so far up my brain, I get a hard on over the stupidest things! Won't someone do something about my virginal di–sand!"
"Oh yeah? OH YEAH?! Guess what fucker? The reason why I'm hard is because of you, you stupid thing!" Ronaldo started to laugh in hysterics. This was what his life had come to be. “So you just called yourself the stupidest thing, stupid!”
"So now this is my fault?! Unbelievable. I’m not the one so horny, I’d even find thin old vampires erotic! Pervert. Pervy-naldo! Way to pass the blame, you immature brat!"
"Look who's fucking talking Lord-I'll-explode-from-boredom-without-stimulation."
"Oh I'll give you stimulation, young man." Draluc puffed a deep breath, caught between a chuckle and a huff. That should’ve been enough warning. The vampire was out for vengeance that had Ronaldo gasping between his gritted teeth, swallowing back moans to keep himself from further embarrassing himself.
“Fuck! Stop that!” Ronaldo ground his teeth. Draluc started to push his thin and sharp knee against his crotch, constant pressure against his stiffening cock. Every press had shot a jolt of lighting up his spine, making him tremble. “Drac! F-fuck!”
“Hmm? What do you mean? I’m just looking for a better position. Awfully cramped here, isn’t it?” Draluc’s voice lowered an octave, silkier and sultrier than it usually was. Most of the time, he used this voice when he was trying to pose as the mighty vampire lord he never was. Ronaldo usually found it insufferable. But this time…
“Sh-shit—” Ronaldo grabbed the hands on his chest by the wrist. “Those are my nipples, pervert! Stop playing with them like it’s your console!” As the words left Ronaldo’s mouth, he realized he was never seeing those consoles in an innocent way ever again. They were starting to roll the numbs with his thumb, pinching and pulling them to his pleasure.
“Feels like Ronaldo Jr. liked it though.” Draluc sounded smug. “With the way you got bigger, that is.” The vampire rolled his hips in time with his touches, occasionally trapping Ronaldo’s cock in between his thighs, and while the rather large gap in between due to the lack of flesh didn’t do much, Ronaldo was close to his limit, he could shoot his load any time. Fuck. His boxers were already so damp with precum.
“Shut up!!” Ronaldo grasped the wrists of the vampire, pulling them away. Draluc was pale and thin and it was easy to overpower him, but all he does is dust his hands to get away, going back to his ministrations. Realizing it was futile, Ronaldo decided making a counter attack was the best defense.
“What are you doing?! Get those hands off!” Draluc screeched. “Ronaldo- kun!” Hands swatted at his arms, but Ronaldo disregarded him easily, he slipped his palms beneath the hem of Draluc’s nightgown, trailing them to the surprisingly smooth stomach, sliding them to thin thighs he could easily wrap his whole hand around. Thumbs pressed against what little flesh there was before they moved closer to where leg meets hips and Draluc arched his in surprise.
His hand was on Draluc’s cock. Ronaldo’s mind unhelpfully supplied. It was still soft, even amidst everything that transpired, and there was a little part of Ronaldo who was a little bit annoyed at this fact. So he grabbed them and stroked it with his thumb, willing it to harden.
“Stop! You’re not going to get anything from it, fool!” Draluc gasped and Ronaldo could feel the vampire’s toes curl. “I don’t even have enough blood to get hard.”
“Wanna bet?” Ronaldo laughed wickedly. He wasn’t sure where the boost of confidence was coming from. Adrenaline? Or maybe he had abandoned all sense of reason the moment he fell in love with the shittiest vampire to exist?
Wait—
“Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” Draluc protested in whimpers, and while his words were complaining, his hips kept grinding against Ronaldo’s hand. The cramped space was making it difficult to move. Ronaldo’s face was full of sweat, the air was hot, and Draluc moaning against his ears, a quivering mess in his arms.
Ronaldo groaned at the sticky, cold nose on his neck. His hunter instincts were blaring at the base of his skull, warning him that a vampire’s mouth so close to his pulse was bad news. And yet, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t push Draluc off him, or tell him to stop, not even when Ronaldo felt a tongue lick his neck.
The hand on his cock was probably one of the reasons. Before Ronaldo knew it, the vampire had slipped his hand under Ronaldo’s boxers and sprung his painfully hard member free. A thumb circled his head, spreading precum all over his dick. Damned spiteful vampire, never going down without a fight, tormenting Ronaldo through all this.
“Are you going to fucking bite me?” Ronaldo said between moans. “I’m going to kill you.”
“You won’t.” Now it was Draluc’s turn to laugh with an unknown source of confidence. “You can’t.” With a sharp and heartbreakingly pleasurable twist of his wrist and just the right amount of friction, Ronaldo’s eyes rolled back his skull, an embarrassing loud whine escaped from his throat. He threw back his head, and right there and then, he was about to cum if Draluc hadn’t tightened his hold at the base of his pulsing cock. Ronaldo’s hips stuttered and trembled, desperate for release.
The shock was enough distraction for Draluc to press his lips on Ronaldo’s vulnerable neck, and with a sudden jerk, Ronaldo could feel the tip of the vampire’s fangs penetrate his skin. Just a prickle. Just enough to scratch, to bleed. Then a tongue had lapped at the drops that rolled down his neck, lips sucking lightly to finish the last dregs he could gather.
“Bastard. Asshole. Jerkass. Die.”
The effect was instant though. Even with so little blood, Ronaldo could feel Draluc grow warmer. Even the cock that stayed soft in Ronaldo’s hand no matter how much the vampire moaned with sensitivity, had started to take form.
“You’re going to thank me l-later, young man.” Draluc panted. “Now finish what you started.” His hips ground against his hand more demandingly.
Ronaldo understood and grabbed Draluc by his ass, just as boney and slim as the rest of his body. It fit his whole palm, and when they dug on his skin, the vampire hissed. It was impossible to do more in such a confined space, but Ronaldo was going to make the most of it. Consequences be damned.
He pushed Draluc harder against his cock where it slipped against the vampire’s own, all while he thrusted up to meet it at a steady pace.
“Fuck, Drac. Fuck.” Ronaldo murmured. Slick and wet, every slide of their members sent sparks behind his eyelids.
“Good?” Draluc’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, even as he moved to hold both of their cocks for extra friction. “I can see all of you, you know? In the dark. I can see how much you like it. You can’t lie to me.”
Ronaldo managed to gather enough wits to wonder how the vampire was able to stay coherent amidst this. But even though he couldn’t see in the dark, he could feel like the vampire was having just as much pleasure as he was despite the crazy circumstance they found themselves in. And with that, Ronaldo couldn’t get himself to hold back.
“Yes. Good.” Ronaldo whimpered. “God, fuck yes. Draluc.”
“Good.” Draluc said, satisfied. “You were just like this last night too, babbling nonsense. You better not forget about this after.”
Ronaldo was only half listening to Draluc’s words. He was too deep in the feeling of painful arousal and heat, chasing the pleasant spark of electricity spread all over his body as he moved his hips faster, losing rhythm and reason. He was practically humping against the vampire who could only hang on for his dear unlife, letting himself be used. Ronaldo was so pent up, he wanted release.
Yes. Ronaldo thought, drinking in the sounds from Draluc who was just as undone as he was. Everything was so sloppy, and rough, and clumsy. It was nothing like Ronaldo had in his fantasies, but it was also so much better than anything his brain could come up with. He’d rather have the real thing, flesh and blood, rather than some abstract daydream he only ever allowed himself to indulge in the mornings when the object of his lust was asleep, in the safety of the bathroom when he was certain no pesky vampires would barge in and throw him celery, only in the most private places of relief.
Draluc, who was real. Draluc, who was sharp and thin and weak. Flawed. Petty. Draluc, who was on top of him, made the lewdest sounds Ronaldo had ever heard that not even AVs could compare. No cute onee-san with large boobs and thick hips. No woman, man, or imagination could ever be its equal. Everything else was ruined for Ronaldo.
And god, wasn’t it great to have this everyday? To experience this blood-pumping adrenaline that not even hunting vampires could replicate? To drown in pleasure every night. Sweat, skin, blood, and salt mixing into one. Ronaldo was shaking from the overwhelming feeling of connection.
But beyond sex, beyond the ecstasy of–of– fucking, beyond the physical need, beyond carnal act of desperation—Ronaldo wanted more. Was that selfish of him? Was it selfish to get more than what Draluc would offer? Because surely the vampire would never ever let this happen again. Outside this coffin—they weren’t exactly in the prime position to be anything more than eccentric roommates tied together by some inconvenient circumstance, right?
Draluc’s hips were moving faster, no longer content to follow Ronaldo’s pace. His thighs tensed and tightened, stomach taut. “Ronaldo—” He gasped. “Ronaldo-kun.”
Fuck.
He wanted to hear that. He wanted to hear the sound of his name from Draluc’s lips, swallow it down until he was drunk with it. He needed it. He was ruined. Draluc ruined him forever. He couldn’t do this. This was going to wreck him.
“Drac—Draluc—I’m gonna—cum–I’m gonna—no!”
“Not yet.” Draluc clicked his tongue as he prevented him from sweet release one more time. Ronaldo sobbed. His balls were aching. He needed it now. He needed to come. He wanted the earth-shattering pleasure of an orgasm. He wanted his mind to break from the intensity. He wanted relief.
“You’re fucking evil.” Ronaldo whined. “Fuck you.” He was too desperate to even bother killing the vampire. He was too desperate to feel ashamed of the noises coming out of his mouth. The threats had no bite to them. And Draluc, the fucking asshole, knew this.
“Mhm. Bet you’re into that.” Ronaldo could feel the smirk curling on his lips as he pressed them on his shoulder. “No. I think I’ll have to have my little fun with you. Let’s see how long Ronaldo Jr. can last, hm?”
“M-monster! Demon!” Ronaldo shut his eyes. Tears had started to leak from them, rolling down his cheeks. He took it back. If he thought he was ruined then, he was going to be obliterated now. A wet tongue licked the salty drops on his cheek, the sudden sensation made Ronaldo jump.
“You were crying like this too.” Draluc hummed. “Cute.”
“Let go. Bastard.” Ronaldo kept moving his hips for more friction, but Draluc made sure to keep moving away to keep the touches minimal. Ronaldo was a whimpering mess. His underwear was surely soiled forever, and in the miracle that it does survive he’d never be able to look at it the same way again.
“Not till you ask nicely, Hornynaldo-kun.”
“Fucker.” Ronaldo’s unattended cock was twitching like crazy. “P-please.”
“I can’t hear you.” Draluc was getting off to this. Ronaldo scowled. He was just as much of a pervert as Ronaldo.
“Please.” Ronaldo choked out when a thumb circled his cockhead, nail tracing his slit with featherlight touches, yet occasionally digging with more force to elicit a cry. Too much. “Please. Draluc. Fuck. Please. Let me come. I can’t—I can’t much longer. Please. I need it.”
“Good boy.” Draluc cooed, and Ronaldo hated how those words sent a shiver throughout his body, brain mushed and crawling down his spine, right to his dick. “Was that so difficult, Hornynaldo-kun?”
“Shut up.” Ronaldo bit his lips as the hand finally slackened and started moving again.
It wasn’t the first time Ronaldo felt like he was going insane because of Draluc. Everything about the damn vampire drove him crazy, because of course he would take this as a game. The hedonistic bastard was always going to put his pleasure ahead. In fact, wasn’t it just last night that he was drinking his sorrows away? Wasn’t this exactly why he got home drunk an hour before dawn?
And what had happened?
Together. They were moving together again. How was Draluc so unaffected by this edging? Surely he’d want to come by now too?
Draluc, who never put his body on the line unless he had enjoyment to gain, Draluc who was selfish and hedonistic, who chased every possible pleasurable thing the world had to offer, the one who was addicted to the insatiable high of excitement, who would do anything as long as it was fun. Draluc, who cooked meals for Ronaldo and John everyday, who tidied up the house whenever he was on a hunt. The same vampire who greeted him whenever Ronaldo came through the door, who made sure the house was warm and fun and bright, the one who made sure Ronaldo was never going to be bored again, who made his life a more exciting adventure.
Draluc who made himself at home in this 8000 yen apartment, and in turn made sure Ronaldo had a home to return to—not just instant noodles, dirty laundry, manuscript deadlines, and the monotonous cycle of work. Shin-Yoko never lost its share of troubles, and certainly Ronaldo had the misfortune of having to deal with them.
But it was different. Draluc had brought consistency in his life despite the wild variety of activities he forced unto Ronaldo. Even with every insane event that occurred in Shin-yoko, Ronaldo knew he still had the vampire and John to go home to. When he woke up the next day, Draluc would still be hanging around the place, his possessions taking up space.
And then they would fight. And then they would bicker. And this will go on for the next thirty years, yet Ronaldo wouldn’t mind.
That was how he knew. That’s how Ronaldo was certain. Last night, he stumbled drunk to their apartment, guided by Shot and Satetsu. He was dumped in the arms of the vampire, who smelled like a musty closet, like hot meals, like milk and tea, like mothballs and cotton.
Then he made a fool of himself, throwing up like that, saying whatever came to mind without filer, putting his heart in his mouth and spilling everything—
“I’m close.” Draluc groaned.
“Please.” Ronaldo murmured as memories came back from last night, probably due to being overwhelmed from the overstimulation. It was just like this last night, just as humiliating, except less vicious. The lack of alcohol was the cause. If Ronaldo’s bloodstream was still full of alcohol, then going through this would be so much easier.
After all, he had no qualms saying whatever he wanted last night. He must’ve said something incriminating for Draluc to be so pissed about it, something embarrassing that would mean leverage against Ronaldo but damning as well. Why else was he so petty right now?
Draluc’s hands sped up, and he was fully moaning now with wanton abandon. Ronaldo wished he could see the debauched bliss in the vampire’s face right now. He wanted to see him in the peak of pleasure, to see him unravel completely. But for now he’d have to settle for the hitch in Draluc’s throat, a choked scream muffled by pressing his mouth against Ronaldo’s shoulders.
He quivered and shuddered in Ronaldo’s arms before turning limp, hot come splattering all over Ronaldo’s stomach and chest. The vampire’s body was slowly crumbling, but Ronaldo hadn’t finished yet.
“Don’t you dare die, you shitty sand.” Ronaldo growled. He was so close and he’d be damned if he was denied climax once again.
“Shhh.” Draluc barely managed to keep his form. It felt like he was going to fall apart anytime, but forced himself to stay in one piece. He obliged Ronaldo and continued to stroke him. His abdomen was tight, his hips stuttering, his body shook. He was on fire.
“Ngah, I’m close. Fuck. I’m close.” Ronaldo thrashed in the tight space. He kept his body in control before he ended up kicking the coffin and damaging it permanently. Like a taut string close to breaking, a fabric unraveling, a bowl close to spilling its contents, a crack in the perfect glass, Ronaldo was about to fracture. “Please? Can I come? Please tell me I can. Draluc, please let me come.”
“Come for me, young man.” Draluc commanded, and the final order was all he needed. Ronaldo hung on to the vampire’s every desire, and if this was what he wanted, then he would give. Ronaldo was ready to grovel at Draluc’s feet when he lost inhibitions.
Please Draluc? Can I? Will you allow me to? The words were also spoken last night. Will you let me love you?
Ronaldo gasped.
With a scream, he spilled himself reaching climax. His body twitched and jerked, legs hitting something hard. Ronaldo saw stars behind his eyelids, the whole world turned white. He was trembling and crying, howling from the pain and the pleasure. Euphoric. It coursed throughout Ronaldo’s veins, leaving him so utterly spent.
The world stopped turning in minutes. Everything ceased to exist. Ronaldo slumped against the pillow, heaving for a lungful of breath and oxygen. Cool air flowed into this tiny pocket of the apartment, calming down his blissed out mind. He had never been this satiated after an orgasm.
Draluc was also limp on top of him, body disintegrating to sand. It was a miracle that he managed to hold out this long. Ronaldo figured he should give in to the darkness swallowing him, closing his eyes to let sleep claim him. He’ll figure out the rest when he wakes up.
“You destroyed my coffin!” Draluc yelled, nearly jerking Ronaldo back into reality. “This was plated with lead! How did you destroy layers of wood and metal, you brute!”
Or not.
So that explained the cool air. His bad.
“Well, we might as well get out.” Ronaldo forced his way outside, shimmying through the opening despite Draluc’s protests. He shut the curtains close before he dragged the vampire’s sand out of the coffin. Luckily, the sun was already setting. Just a little past five in the afternoon.
Having finally gone out of the cramped space, Ronaldo could finally feel how disgusting he is at the moment, his hair plastered against his forehead, cum dripping on his abdomen, mixing with sweat, his shoulder stung from Draluc’s bite earlier and dried leftover blood was caked on his skin. Ronaldo peeked at his underwear—yep, he was not going to be able to use this ever again. Not without sporting an embarrassing tent between his legs at the sight of it.
“Honestly.” Draluc scoffed. “What are you going to do about this mess?” He grumbled, and when Ronaldo turned to see the newly-reformed vampire, he had to physically stop himself from letting out an obscene sound.
His hair was a mess, loose and wet from sweat. His face was red, probably from exhaustion or the blood he had consumed. His usually well-kempt self was so disheveled, nightgown rumpled and clinging to his thin frame. He held up the hem of his clothes with disdain, and there it was. The evidence of their deed dripping down Draluc’s thighs.
“Ah.” Ronaldo could feel the tell-tale burn of arousal returning.
“Not that, you horny gorilla!” Draluc screeched, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and ears. “The coffin! The coffin! You destroyed my coffin! If you didn’t get drunk last night and forced your way into sleeping in it, we wouldn’t be in this situation! Now where am I going to sleep?”
Right. There was that problem.
Memories from yesterday had finally come back slapping him in the face with clarity. Last night, he came back home drunk after complaining about his woes to the guild. It was Draluc. Of course it was Draluc. And coffins. Draluc’s coffin.
Yes, Ronaldo thought. He failed to mention one crucial thing about vampire coffins. And really, it was an honest question. The coffin was gone from its usual spot, so obviously he was going to ask about it. How was he supposed to know vampires aired their coffins too? More importantly, how was he supposed to know that the strange look on the vampire lord’s face was because asking about the whereabouts of their coffins was basically asking their hand for marriage?!
But of course Draluc had to tease him about it. The laughter in his face and the unkind way he rubbed his rejection in Ronaldo’s face had pissed him off. Did he need to be such a bastard about it? Did he need to crush Ronaldo’s heart in the dust? Couldn’t he be any less mean in letting Ronaldo down?
Of course he knew the vampire didn’t see him that way. He knew that his feelings were unrequited. Ronaldo kept killing him, and even though it was well deserved, surely no one wanted a lover so violent? And if Ronaldo could stop loving the pompous, self-serving, hedonistic brat, he would. Oh he would. And yet Ronaldo was a little stupid. He couldn’t help it. He wore his heart in his sleeve and went head first into things he loved.
So he pushed it all down, washed it away with booze and burned every visible trace of it with a packet of cigarettes he swore he would quit several times over. Master didn’t serve alcohol to hunters, but Ronaldo found a way. Then he was dragged home by his drinking companions when he was black out of his mind, when could no longer remember what he was trying to forget.
Please Draluc? Can I? Will you allow me to? Will you let me love you?
Ronaldo’s face burned. Out of everything he did last night, perhaps this was the most humiliating thing he had done. Saying this on his knees, while hugging the porcelain bowl while spilling the contents of his stomach and his heart, looking pathetic. Ronaldo wanted to scream. No wonder Draluc had been so judgemental when he said he didn’t remember. Ronaldo did a lot of embarrassing things.
“Yoohoo? Earth to Ronaldo?” Draluc waved his hand in front of Ronaldo, impatiently tapping his foot. “I’d really like to talk to someone whose brain isn’t full of cobwebs right now. Seriously, that stunt last night, coming home drunk, not picking up your phone, saying all that, and now sleeping in my coffin! Are you an idiot?!”
Ronaldo’s face simply turned red.
“What do you have to say for yourself, youngster?”
“I’m s-sorry.” He mumbled. The words were reluctant to leave his mouth.
“What was that?”
“I said I’m sorry!” Ronaldo bellowed, the sudden increase in volume sanded part of Draluc’s ears. “I’m sorry for everything. For sleeping in and destroying your coffin! For throwing up on you! For coming home drunk and being an inconvenience! For everything I said last night. I’m sorry, alright? Are you happy now?!” Tears stung his eyes. Was he going to cry? Damn his stupid sensitive feelings. “Just—I remember everything. I’m sorry. Forget about what happened, okay?”
Draluc was silent, contemplative. The usual teasing in his face was gone, replaced with a neutral expression, an unreadable look. The more seconds passed of his non-reaction, the more Ronaldo felt like jumping out of the window. It was such an unusual sight.
“Everything?” Draluc finally spoke.
“What?”
“You’re sorry for all of it?”
“Yes.” Ronaldo grimaced.
“Oh.” Draluc murmured.
“Just forget about it, okay?”
“Why would I do that?” Draluc tilted his head, thin brows raised in question.
“You don’t—I know you don’t—it’s not like you feel the same, I know.” Ronaldo felt like he was pulling teeth. Why was Draluc being more difficult than usual? He’s having fun seeing Ronaldo squirm again. He could goddamn tell. “And I can’t deal with the teasing. Please. For once Drac, don’t be cruel. Not to this.”
“Did you at least mean it, young man?” Draluc clicked his tongue as he folded his arms across his chest. “Was anything you said last night worth anything?”
“Are you saying I’m a liar?! Damn it. What else do you want from me?” Ronaldo held himself back from punching the vampire into sand. It would’ve been easier for his pride to lie, say none of it was true. He was drunk. None of it was real. But Ronaldo was a very bad liar, and Draluc was irritatingly observant when he wanted to be or when the situation promised him fun. There was no way he could lie through his teeth to save his ass.
“You’re stupid.” Draluc scoffed. Ronaldo flinched. Here it comes. “Really, a handsome young man such as yourself should really be more observant when people like you. You’re popular, and yet you have such piss poor self-esteem, you don’t even notice when people are throwing themselves at your feet. What’s up with that?”
Huh?
“I guess that works out for me too, but you should really gain some self-awareness. I haven’t even given my answer and you’re already backing out? Losing nerve already? Getting cold feet? Is the great hunter Ronaldo-sama turning into a coward? Can’t even hear what a vampire has to say?” Draluc huffed.
“What the fuck are you getting at, shitty sand?! Spit it out goddamnit!” Ronaldo was tired of his mind games, tired of his taunts. For once, why couldn’t he just say it straight?
“I’m saying I like you back, you fucktwat gorilla!” Draluc snapped, jabbing Ronaldo’s chest repeatedly. “Get a clue! Do I look like some shameless hussy who would spread his legs for anyone? I’m a vampire lord, a noble! I have standards! I’m not like that shitty ice mustache who would do anyone he could get his hands on.”
Ah?
Ah?!
“Ah?”
“Close your mouth. You’ll let flies in.” Ronaldo absentmindedly felt him push his jaw close, but his mind was still drawing a blank. Error. Cannot load. Webpage not found. Your phone is out of reach, please try again later. All circuits are busy now. What?
What?
“What?” He repeated dumbly.
“Oh you’re hopeless.” Draluc rolled his eyes.
“You like me?!” Ronaldo pointed at himself. “Me?!”
“Sure.” The vampire sneered. “The devil knows why. I’m getting a headache just thinking about this conversation. You’re buying me a bottle of special Hokkaido milk after this.”
“You like me.” Ronaldo said once again. “And I like you.”
“So I gathered.” Draluc stared at his nails. “Have you figured it out already, you dunce? Finally rubbed enough brain cells to spark a thought in that empty head of yours? Do I need to spell it out for you or do you need to go to kindergarten and actually read between the lines? Hmm?”
“Shit.” Ronaldo murmured, still in disbelief. This was too ridiculous, too absurd, too good to be true. This had to be a dream. He had plenty of dreams like this but none as realistic. “You’re not pranking me right? No tricks? No hidden cameras? Handa won’t come bursting in laughing? You’re not selling this to Kameya for a scoop? No secret schemes? No jokes?”
“Now you’re being careful?!” Draluc groaned. “Where’s that line of thinking everyday? You—you—you—!!”
Before Ronaldo could say anything else, Draluc pulled him by the front of his shirt. In a flash, his lips were full of the vampire’s own mouth. It was wet and hot and electric. He’s fluttering his eyes close before he knew it, noises leaving the back of his throat when tongue pushed within his lips. Fangs nipped against lips, and Ronaldo could taste the copper of his blood which Draluc eagerly sucked.
Ronaldo’s legs trembled, mind spinning uncontrollably. Yes, finally. Finally. He wanted to do this since forever. He had dreamed of it for too many nights and mornings. Ronaldo was melting, his groin twitching once again in interest. Before they knew it, he ended up on the floor with a lapful of Draluc. He broke the kiss to breathe, his face was probably redder than his hunting clothes.
“Shit. Again.” Ronaldo whispered in awe.
The vampire chuckled, smirking down at him with that smug curl in his lips. However, before they could do more, the door swung open and revealed a distressed armadillo in the entrance. Ronaldo and Draluc immediately turned to the source of the sound.
“Nuu?!” John yelled.
The armadillo took in the state of the room. And then he stared at Draluc and Ronaldo.
They both stared back.
Then with a quiet look of regret, the armadillo turned around and closed the door.
The reaction was instant. Draluc and Ronaldo scrambled out of their place on the floor to run towards the poor scandalized familiar.
“John! It’s not what you think—”
“John, we’re sorry! There’s a good explanation for this!”
“Nuuuuuuu!!!”