It was 1 P.M. and the sun was high in the sky but Awari was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. He could feel dark circles forming under his eyes.

An arm was slung across his abdomen and warm, delicate fingers dug into his ribs as Kiaris pulled himself closer, tucking himself into Awari’s side. “Go to sleep, my Lord.” He whispered against Awari’s bare skin.

Awari shuddered, feeling ticklish, thanks to Kiaris’ breath and wavy white hair against his side. “I cannot. I don’t want tomorrow to come.”

Kiaris lifted his head, resting it on Awari’s chest, cheek smooshed against Awari’s slender chest, and eyes looking up at Awari through long, pale lashes, “tomorrow will come regardless. It’ll be better if you sleep.”

Awari rolled onto his side, throwing his leg over Kiaris’ hips and pulling him into his tight embrace. Kiaris shimmied his hand underneath Awari to embrace him in return.

Awari had Kiaris at the perfect forehead kissing position and he took full advantage of that fact, pressing his lips to Kiaris’ forehead even as he responded, “how can I sleep if I must betray you tomorrow?”

Kiaris wiggled until he could get his hand up to cup Awari’s cheek,” I already told you, it is not a betrayal if I know what you need to do and want you to do it.”

*

Three years ago...

Awari stumbled home dizzyingly drunk, his long black coat only pulled onto one arm, his white shirt stained with something that could be red wine or blood and missing a button from the middle, and his shoes were on the wrong feet.

He collapsed onto the floor only a few feet inside, his front door still hanging open. Kiaris appeared silently and out of nowhere, shutting the door and gently removing Awari’s shoes and coat. Then with a grunt of effort, Kiaris lifted Awari’s upper body, put his arm around his shoulders, and started dragging him towards the bedroom.

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After being dragged for a few steps, Awari seemed to wake up. He turned his face towards Kiaris, burying his nose in the human’s hair. Kiaris froze in his tracks as Awari pushed past the hair, lips to his neck, “you smell delicious,” Awari muttered against tender vulnerable skin.

“Would you like to drink my blood?”

In his drunkenness, Awari took the question as an invitation, sinking his teeth into Kiaris. Kiaris gasped, stumbling under Awari’s weight until Awari was pressing him into the floor. Awari was roughly twice Kiaris’ size and so he practically enveloped him when he laid on top. All Kiaris could see was black as Awari’s long curtain of hair fell across his eyes. He could feel the blood leaving his body; the euphoric lightheadedness, the pleasurable pain, the slight chill in his fingertips and toes of being fed upon.

Soon Kiaris was closing his eyes and drifting off... waking up to something hard rutting against his leg. Awari had unlatched from his neck and was cradling Kiaris’ head to his shoulder, murmuring nonsense that Kiaris couldn’t decipher.

Kiaris put his hands on Awari’s chest and gently pushed. Almost immediately Awari threw himself back from Kiaris, covering his bloody mouth and averting his gaze. After a beat of stillness, he mumbled, “ ‘msorry.”

Kiaris sat up and looked Awari up and down; he looked even more disheveled than before, his slightly pointed ears reddened and his eyes downturned like a scolded dog. And his dick was making a tent in his pants. He didn’t move.

Kiaris stood and slowly removed his underwear and tights as Awari stared with eyes widening....

... The next night, Kiaris awoke to Awari staring down at him, dark eyes wide and nervous. “Are you ok?”

Kiaris’ instinct was to respond ’yes’ but the moment he opened his mouth he felt all the ways in which he was not ok. His entire lower body ached and his upper body was covered in bite marks, bruises, and scratches.

His head pounded and his throat was so dry it felt raw. So instead of answering the question, he said, “water.”

Awari leapt up and disappeared, returning within a few minutes with a cup of water. He cupped the back of Kiaris’ head and helped him drink. Kiaris didn’t feel completely better with just one glass of water but he felt well enough to sit up.

Awari got down on his hands and knees and prostrated himself, “I’m deeply sorry for last night, my behavior was unacceptable. Being drunk is no excuse for taking advantage of you. I know I asked you to stay for a while to avoid suspicion but I’d understand ifi you wanted to take the escape route now...”

Kiaris giggled, then reassured Awari in a hoarse voice, “I was more than willing ... and I’d love to stay... Maybe a bit more aftercare next time, though.”