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They’re called out to hunt a vampire not long after the sun has sunk below the horizon when the sky is still a grayish purple and Draluc is still groggy from being pulled out of bed earlier than usual. He knows that Ronaldo is always on-call for the VCD if they need extra hands and that his doors open for clients around 5 pm, a bit before or after sunset depending on the time of year. Still, he enjoys sleeping.
“Get up,” Ronaldo said. Draluc’s head cracked against the side of his coffin when Ronaldo kicked it. By the time he regenerated and pushed the cover off the coffin, Ronaldo was already dressed and pushing his gun into its holster on his hip. “We got a call to exterminate a vampire in the abandoned sector.
"The abandoned sector?” Draluc asked, incredulous. “Couldn’t this have waited until I woke up?”
“There are still some people living in the houses there, and there's a city nearby. So, no. It can’t wait for your lazy ass to get out of bed.”
Draluc groaned but got dressed and picked up John while Ronaldo tapped his foot and muttered under his breath.
Draluc isn’t sure why Ronaldo didn’t just leave him at home. He knows that he was partly responsible for the success of The Ronaldo War Chronicles, but he doesn’t need to tag along on every job. Of course, Draluc usually enjoys being involved in all the mayhem, and the times when he doesn’t, Ronaldo revels in Draluc’s anguish at being forced into the situations.
When they finally catch sight of the vampire, a beefy man with rippling abs, cat eats and a tail, and wearing nothing but leopard print briefs, Draluc decides that waking up early was worth it. He nearly loses his balance as he wheezes and doubles over.
Ronaldo’s eye twitches. The sound of gunfire pierces the silence of the abandoned section of town and the scent of smoke curls in Draluc’s nose. The vampire’s head snaps around. The gleam of golden eyes locks on them. Beneath the intensity of that catlike gaze, Draluc’s amusement wavers and he takes a step back even as Ronaldo rushes forward, throwing himself into the fight as he always does: without a plan of attack.
Sharp teeth split the man’s lips and he drops onto all fours with his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He dances around the bullets with ease even as Ronaldo runs towards him, wasting his bullets. Ronaldo’s fist swings out to catch the vampire in the face, but he leaps, spins over the top of Ronaldo’s head, and lands on his feet behind him. Ronaldo turns as the man’s hulking form towers over him.
“You’ve made a mistake challenging me, human,” he growls. Light gathers in the tips of his fingers and Draluc has a moment of panic where he thinks this is it, he’s going to watch Ronaldo die in front of him while Draluc is powerless to stop it. He’s going to watch Ronaldo’s parts explode in a million different directions and the vision of it clamps down on his heart like someone has reached in and ripped it out of him.
The light explodes around them. Draluc withers into dust, screaming Ronaldo’s name.
When the light dims again, the vampire is standing over Ronaldo’s collapsed, trembling form. Trembling. If he’s trembling he’s not– he can’t be dead. Draluc’s reforming legs are weak with relief.
“Good luck killing me in this state.” With that, the vampire drops back onto all fours and races off into the night. Maybe Draluc should run after him, chase him down and make him pay for whatever he’s just done to Ronaldo and keep him from doing the same to everyone in the surrounding town. But Ronaldo groans weakly and Draluc’s full attention is pulled to him.
He falls to his knees beside Ronaldo and places a hand on his back. He feels the rise and fall of Ronaldo’s back, heavy like he’s just run a marathon. Concern tightens its claws around Draluc’s chest.
“Ronaldo? What happened? Are you okay? Does it hurt?” John beside him lets out a concerned “nuu.”
Ronaldo makes a small noise that sounds almost like a meow and slowly unravels from the ball he’s formed and holy shit. That noise Ronaldo made didn’t just sound like a meow, it was a meow. There are white cat ears on the top of his head and a tail starting at the base of Ronaldo's spine and curling around his ankle.
“Wow,” Draluc breathes. He pokes one of the ears and laughs when it flicks him away. “That’s some power.”
Ronaldo raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth, presumably to ask what the fuck Draluc is talking about, but all that comes out is a questioning meow. Ronaldo freezes. He tries again to speak and again finds that all that he can manage is a meow. It’s very cute, but more importantly, it’s fucking hilarious.
Draluc bursts into a fit of laughter so loud and forceful that it makes his stomach hurt. Ronaldo’s face bursts into flames and Draluc only laughs louder. Draluc didn’t think he’d ever be so blessed as to see Ronaldo like this, but here he is, on his hands and knees with cat ears pressed back against his head and his tail dropping in defeat. He doesn’t even care when Ronaldo punches him in the nose.
“Alright, alright,” Draluc says, wiping the tears from his eyes and standing. “I guess we should figure out how to deal with this.” He reaches out to help Ronaldo to his feet, and Ronaldo accepts it with his bottom lip stuck out. He makes a very cute cat. “The vampire went that way. I guess we should start there.”
Ronaldo follows Draluc on wobbling feet, and for the first time ever Draluc has to slow down so Ronaldo can keep up. That’s not good. Ronaldo is the stronger and faster of the two of them, and Draluc doesn’t know if he’ll be able to fight the vampire off if it comes down to a fight. Ronaldo still has his gun, but he probably can’t even aim in his condition.
It isn’t long before they find signs of the vampire’s presence. Cats laze about on the sides of the road, licking their paws and watching Draluc and Ronaldo run past with lazy eyes. Car sirens blare down one road at the cross-section and later on they spot a woman collapsed on the ground in a similar state as Ronaldo.
Ronaldo’s shoes skid across the asphalt. She recoils from him as he crouches beside her and tries to speak before he remembers he can’t speak. He flushes and turns to glare at Draluc.
“Are you okay, my lady?” Draluc asks with an outstretched hand. She accepts it and blushes when he pulls her to her feet and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. She meows gratefully, smiling at him. He can see small fangs in her mouth, likely a condition of her cat form. She’s very pretty like this and Draluc is thinking about how to ask her out to dinner before Ronaldo nudges him.
Right. He’s supposed to be helping.
He smirks. This is what Ronaldo gets for waking him up so early.
“We’re trying to find the man who did this to you. Did you see where he went?” She points down a road void of streetlights leading up to an abandoned warehouse, because of course. It’s always an abandoned warehouse. Draluc straightens and sighs. “Thank you. You are so kind.”
Ronaldo, who has been standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, rolls his eyes dramatically. He hands her his business card and then drags Draluc away by his coat collar. Draluc winks at the woman and she blushes, waving back at him.
Chills race up Draluc's spine at the sight of the warehouse looming before him. “Well, this has been fun, but maybe we should call the VCD. Hinaichi and Handa can deal with this.” He snickers at the idea of them also being turned into catboys. Maybe he should stick around for that.
Ronaldo’s tail flicks impatiently. He marches forward, forcing Draluc to trail along after him into the darkness.
Inside, there’s not enough light for a human to see, but Ronaldo walks without hesitation, like he knows exactly where his body is in relation to everything else. Of course he can, he has cat eyes now. Draluc hadn’t even thought about it, but his normally round pupils have turned into catlike slits, dilated to let in more light, and he would look like an idiot except Draluc can see his rage in every line of muscle, tensed and ready.
The Cat Vampire is standing atop one of the crates, smirking down at him. A few cats are curled around his feet and Draluc can hear them purring from here. “So, you’ve found me. That’s unfortunate for you. I’ll take it easy on you this time, but–”
He doesn’t even have time to finish his monologue before Ronaldo shoots him in the leg. Cat Vampire topples over backward. There’s a sickening crack as his head hits the concrete floor. While he’s still disoriented, Ronaldo stalks around and pulls the man up by the collar of his shirt. He bares his new fangs and lets out a throaty growl as he presses his gun against the vampire’s head.
Cat Vampire raises his trembling hands in surrender. “I-I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t hurt me. What wish can I grant for you?”
Idiot. It’s obvious what Ronaldo is after. “Lift the curse,” he says, “and he’ll let you go.”
“I can’t do that.”
Ronaldo shakes him roughly and jams the gun harder into his skull. The safety clicks off. “I can’t!” the vampire screams. “Please, I don’t know how. I only know how to apply the curse, not take it off. But it’ll wear off in a week if you share your heat with someone.”
Draluc snorts. “Heat?”
“It’s more than just a transformation power. It’s also a sex power. It forces the person’s body to go into heat that can only be satisfied through sex. The compulsion to breed will get stronger until he does.”
“So… in order for the curse to go away, Ronaldo has to have sex with someone?” Ronaldo's tail sticks up straight and puffs out. His ears swivel back when Draluc laughs. “Like that’s ever going to happen. This guy couldn’t get even the most desperate person to sleep with him.” He shakes his head and shrugs with his palms facing up. “Too bad. I guess you’ll have to stay like this forever.”
Draluc has no doubt that if his hands weren’t currently occupied, Draluc would be sand by now,
The vampire swallows thickly and shakes his head. “You don’t understand. His body temperature will slowly get warmer and warmer until his body shuts down. If he doesn’t find someone to share his heat with, he’ll be dead in a week.”
The blood drains from Ronaldo’s face. He drops the vampire in shock, who doesn’t even bother trying to drag himself away on a damaged leg.
The blood drains from Ronaldo’s face.
- - - - - - - -
After they call the VCD to handle the vampire, Draluc and Ronaldo make their way home. Draluc offers a few times to stop and get them ice cream or udon to cheer Ronaldo up, but Ronaldo just ignores him. Maybe that feels a bit too much like a last meal.
When they get home, Ronaldo retreats into his room. Helplessness sinks into him. He needs to find someone for Ronaldo quickly, but he has no idea who would even agree to something like this. His first thought is Hinaichi, but that’s a bit above the line of duty and he couldn’t ask her to give away her very obvious virginity to a brute like Ronaldo. He thinks of the other hunters and doubts that they would be willing to help, either. Those that might, like Satetsu, would only do so because they feel like they have to, and it would feel like a violation. Draluc doesn’t think he can inflict this on anyone.
He leaves Ronaldo alone for a while to cook dinner. Soup without celery, because Draluc actually feels kind of bad for Ronaldo now that he’s dying in the least dignified way possible. He pours Ronaldo a bowl and carries it into his room, where he finds Ronaldo curled up beneath a pile of blankets, his tail sticking out and swishing back and forth in agitation.
Draluc sets the bowl down on the nightstand and reaches over to peel the sheets off Ronaldo. Flushed cheeks and a pout greet him.
Draluc chuckles. “I have to admit, you are kind of cute like this.” He gets in one pet before Ronaldo growls and swats at him. “Hey! That’s not very nice. I came to check on you. I even brought you food.”
Ronaldo’s ears go back and he looks away. Already, his cheeks are flushed and he’s releasing a musky scent that would probably be appealing to Draluc were a cat willing to mate with him. It doesn’t necessarily smell bad and it was faint, but Draluc doesn’t know how long it’ll stay that way. Ronaldo’s body must be putting off some kind of pheromone and Draluc has no idea how it will affect humans or vampires.
He just hopes it doesn’t call all the vampires in the area to their apartment. That would be a real pain in the ass to deal with. Maybe he should take the “Welcome” sign off the door….
He sighs. “I made soup. You don’t have to carry it back to the kitchen. I can come pick it up when you’re done.”
Ronaldo turns away and Draluc figures that’s it. He’s been dismissed. And frowns and stands up, trying not to think about the tightness in his stomach and chest. He assumed that Ronaldo turning into a neko and going into heat would be a lot more amusing, but this is starting to frighten him a little.
Sure, Ronaldo can be mean and stupid sometimes, but Draluc… well, he cares about him. A lot. He doesn’t want to have to live the rest of his life without him.
“Don’t worry,” he promises on his way out the door. “We’ll figure something out.”
- - - - - - - -
Throughout the next few days, he corners several hunters and Vampire Control Division, and gets various responses all along the lines of “no way in hell.” Draluc is somewhat offended for Ronaldo. It’s not like he’s disgusting. In fact, if Draluc squints and tilts his head sideways, he actually considers Ronaldo fairly attractive for a human.
His eyes are so blue that it looks like the sky spilled into them and his soft, silvery hair shimmers in the moonlight. He’s strong, but his skin is also soft and mostly hairless, and even though Draluc has seen him naked a few times now, he’s always captivated by the amount of muscle Ronaldo hides underneath his turtleneck and coat. It’s not like it’s a surprise since it’s not hard to see the muscles in Ronaldo’s arms or the outlines of his pecs through his clothes, but it’s still startling to see it all out in the open like that.
And of course, when he’s embarrassed he turns the prettiest shade of scarlet that makes Draluc’s stomach clench with thirst.
Draluc knows that there are plenty of women who would go for that kind of thing, but maybe the hunters and VCD employees know Ronaldo well enough that they’re put off by his stubbornness and general idiocy. Still, he figured that at least one person would be interested in what Ronaldo has to offer.
It’s been three days, a full seventy-two hours since the incident and Draluc can tell Ronaldo’s getting worse. He’s gone from blushing softly when Draluc walks into the room to constantly trembling and feverish, sweat glistening on his blistering skin. Draluc worries that it won’t be long before he gets brain damage from the searing heat inside his body, and Ronaldo doesn’t exactly have that many brain cells to spare.
When he gets back from his final attempt to get someone from the VCD to take care of Ronaldo, he heads straight for the bedroom to check on him. He’s asked his last resort: Handa, who nearly combusted at the thought and told Draluc if he ever mentioned this to anyone ever again, he’d find a way to kill him permanently.
Draluc settles on the bed beside Ronaldo. His blankets lay on the floor in a heap and Ronaldo’s body almost looks like it’s steaming. He’s breathing large gulps of air. When Draluc presses a hand against his cheek, Ronaldo turns into it, moaning in relief. It feels like holding hot coals against his skin, but Draluc must feel like ice to Ronaldo. He doesn’t dare pull away.
Ronaldo groans and shifts and Draluc’s eyes catch on the bulge in his underwear, the wet stain on the front. The heat is getting bad now, with Draluc having to come in and wash the ever-growing pile of underwear Ronaldo is going through faster and faster. He’s leaking precum like it’s water, and if they don’t get someone to help him soon, he’s going to die.
“Hey, look at me.” Ronaldo’s eyes open and the raw, open hunger in them makes Draluc shudder. “You must have someone you’ve met that might help. Someone other than the police at the VCD and the hunters.” Ronaldo shakes his head. “No one? Not even an old girlfriend? Or a first kiss?”
Ronaldo shakes his head again. Tears spring to his eyes. That’s right, Ronaldo has never dated anyone before. If someone helps him through this, it’ll be the first time he’s ever had sex.
“What about a crazy fan? Someone like Handa’s mom. Not Handa’s mom, obviously, but someone like that?”
Tears slip down Ronaldo’s cheeks. He wipes them away with more aggression than he needs to, glowering like he’s angry at himself, or maybe the world, for getting him into this situation.
Draluc has never felt this out of his depth before. He’s walked into a lot of situations he wasn’t prepared for and done stupid shit that landed them both in trouble, but Ronaldo is usually the one watching out for him, keeping him safe. Draluc desperately wants to return the favor, to wrap Ronaldo up in his arms and give him the special golden key that will solve all of this. But no matter what happens, this is going to be messy and frightening and Draluc realizes that he doesn’t want anyone else to have the job of cleaning up the mess.
He wants to be the one to do it. He wants to help Ronaldo through this, if Ronaldo lets him.
“What about me?” he hears himself say. Ronaldo’s eyebrows shoot up and although Draluc can’t blush, he feels warmth in his cheeks. “It’s just– it makes sense? You trust me. You do!” he protests when Ronaldo’s eyes narrow again. “If you don’t, you’re going to die.” His voice breaks on the last word.
Ronaldo is quiet for a moment, but his breathing quickens and his skin gets warmer. Without a warning, he grabs Draluc by his coat and drags him into the bed, not even bothering to pull his clothes off before he’s rolling their hips together. He groans at the pressure and Draluc doesn’t think he’s even gotten hard this quickly before.
Ronaldo’s dick rubs a wet spot into Draluc’s pants. Glassy blue eyes watch Draluc as his face twists in pleasure and his hands tighten in the bedsheets. He gasps when Ronaldo unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with Draluc’s underwear. His half-hard cock springs free and slaps against his belly, flushed a dark purple.
Ronaldo rips off his own underwear and puts his hands on Draluc’s hips, ready to push into him with no preparation. Draluc stops him with a firm hand on his chest. “You’re going to hurt me if you fuck me like this. And then you won’t be able to get off.”
Draluc has barely finished his sentence when Ronaldo rolls them over. Draluc blinks down at Ronaldo with wide eyes. He must not want to wait for his own pleasure, would rather have Draluc prepare and fuck him instead. That’s fine by Draluc.
He takes a moment to sit back and admire Ronaldo. He might never have a chance to see him like this again, so he soaks it in. Ronaldo’s half-lidded eyes. The toned expanse of his torso. The way his silver hair falls in front of his face. Draluc thinks about reaching out to run his hands through it and stroking the fur on his cat ears, but he must be taking too long because Ronaldo kicks him in the stomach. He collapses into a pile of sand.
Ronaldo scowls at him and rolls over, his ass in the air. Draluc gasps when he finds that Ronaldo’s pink hole is also leaking fluids. That’s why he’d rather bottom. They don’t need to bother with lube if Ronaldo’s hole is already so wet and swollen. It winks at him and a trail of slick spills down the back of his thigh.
Draluc feels his fangs grow at the sight. He wants to lick. To taste it as much as he would a cup of warm blood. And before he can even think about it, he’s leaning forward as though compelled, his tongue darting out to lap it up.
Ronaldo buries his head in the pillow to drown out his inhuman whines. Draluc smirks against the flesh of his thigh. He trails his tongue up and across Ronaldo’s hole, and the sounds he’s making get louder in response. A distant part of him hopes their neighbors don’t file a noise complaint, but the overwhelming majority of his thoughts are More. I want to hear more.
His tongue darts out to pierce Ronaldo’s hole and he sucks the fluids out, drinking it up and feeling the warmth of it spill into his stomach. Ronaldo is so soft and pliant around his tongue, so open. Draluc’s length is hard and throbbing now, just from thinking about how good Ronaldo is going to feel around him.
He removes his tongue and replaces it with a finger to find no resistance. Ronaldo groans and pushes his hips back against him. Shallow thrusts pull small, breathy noises from him. His cock twitches between his legs and leaks onto the bed sheets. Draluc is going to be pissed about that later when he has to clean the stains out, but for right now all he can think about is how warm Ronaldo feels around his finger and how good he sounds, making those little grunts and whines.
When he sticks in another finger and finds that Ronaldo accepts him with just as much ease, Draluc decides he doesn’t need to bother with foreplay.
Ronaldo shudders when Draluc brushes his tail aside. It curls around Draluc’s waist as though it has a mind of its own, just holding him, not squeezing or pulling him closer. It feels kind of nice, like he’s being wrapped in Ronaldo’s embrace. His heart skitters at the thought.
“Alright, I’m–I’ll just go ahead and–” They both groan as Draluc pushes in. Ronaldo’s cock leaks more precum.
He goes slow and steady. In the state he’s in, Draluc doesn’t think Ronaldo would even bother voicing his pain if there was any. But then Ronaldo leans forward on his elbows so Draluc’s dick slips almost all the way out, and then slams his hips back, taking Draluc’s length all at once.
The small amount of self-control Draluc still has left crumbles. He leans forward to press his lips against Ronaldo’s back, letting him feel the fangs protruding from his mouth. Ronaldo shudders. His tail tightens ever so slightly around Draluc’s waist. “I won’t hold back then,” he breathes.
Ronaldo huffs as if to say You’d better not. And then before Draluc can even start, Ronaldo begins moving his hips back and forth, spearing himself on Draluc’s purple cock.
Draluc’s brain short circuits. Without even thinking, he snaps his hips, slamming into Ronaldo over and over again, driving him closer to completion. Ronaldo's shoulders tense and he turns his head so Draluc can see his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheek. They stand out against his flushed skin. They look so soft. All of Ronaldo does. Draluc doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful man in his 208 years of living.
Ronaldo’s tail keeps twitching against Draluc’s waist. Draluc wonders what it would feel like to touch it, feel it twitch in his hand, and on impulse, he reaches out to grab it. Ronaldo gasps. His back arches and he cums.
Draluc runs his hand along Ronaldo’s stomach so he can feel the muscles tense and convulse. Ronaldo’s face slackens and his eyes slip shut. He looks so pretty, all undone and vulnerable like this. “Ah,” he breathes as Draluc cums inside him.
Draluc collapses on top of him, panting. Ronaldo groans and jostles Draluc off him. They both roll onto their backs and fall silent. That was… weirdly good. Better than Draluc even thought it would be, not that Draluc ever thought about it. But if he did, which he hasn’t, he’d expect that Ronaldo would be whiny and uncoordinated.
Instead, he was… yeah. He was really good.
“How many more times do you think we’ll have to do this?” Draluc asks. He hopes– fuck, he hopes that it’s not over yet. He wants to do this more than once, and he doesn’t think Ronaldo will want him after the curse is over.
Ronaldo blinks sleepily at him, too blissed out to care. Draluc can see small fangs between his slightly parted lips, and Draluc has never really thought fangs were cute before, considering he has some of his own, but they’re adorable on Ronaldo.
“Right, I forgot. You can’t speak. Are you at least feeling better now?”
Ronaldo nods. “Yeah.” They’re both startled by the sound of his voice. Ronaldo touches his throat.
“Holy shit,” Draluc breathes. “Did that… did it work?”
“It must have.”
“But you still have your cat ears.” Ronaldo huffs and touches them self-consciously. “Maybe we have to wait until the week is up? Have you heard of anything like this happening before?”
Ronaldo shrugs. “There are plenty of vampires who weaponize sex, but I’ve never heard of this curse in particular before. I have no idea if he’s even telling the truth. Maybe I would have survived this without sex. Maybe I’ll die anyway.”
They lay in silence for a while longer, resting and waiting to see if anything changes. Eventually, Ronaldo’s skin starts to flush again, his length hardening against his sweat-slicked belly. Draluc doesn’t know how long it’s been, but a heat swims in his stomach at the sight.
Ronaldo doesn’t look at him when he stumbles over the words “Do you think I could fuck you this time?”
Draluc flushes and clears his throat. “I’ve never done any of this before, so I don’t know. Maybe, maybe not. You could let me drink some of your blood if you’re worried about it.”
Ronaldo scoffs. “You’re too weak to even pierce my skin. What makes you think that will change now?”
Draluc grins. “Determination.”
Ronaldo punches him in the stomach.
By the time Draluc has regenerated, Ronaldo has pulled out the top drawer on his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube Draluc knows he keeps there. “Roll over, idiot.”
Draluc wriggles onto his stomach and settles his chin onto his pillowed arms. “Are you sure you can do it?”
Ronaldo growls and flicks Draluc so hard in the back of his head that he sands again.
“Stop doing that!”
Ronaldo rolls his eyes and pops open the bottle of lube, applying it generously on his fingers. Draluc shifts as he presses in one finger. It’s not exactly pleasurable, but it doesn’t hurt either. It’s just an odd intrusion, but the intimacy of it… Draluc sighs and buries his face in the pillow, just enjoying the sensation.
When Ronaldo adds another, though, Draluc has to concentrate to not turn into sand. The intrusion stretches a bit more, feeling painful until Ronaldo – who is just floundering around with no idea of what he’s doing – manages to press up at a spot that sends electricity jolting through Draluc’s body.
Holy shit. He arches and whines, trying to roll his hips so Ronaldo can find that bundle of nerves again.
“Fuck, do that again. No, farther. Not that far. You’re so useless, get better.” Ronaldo looks like he’s five seconds away from turning Draluc back into sand, and the only reason he hasn’t is that he’s so horny he’s willing to be patient. Just this once.
Draluc cries out as Ronaldo presses against that spot again, and Ronaldo’s eyes light up triumphantly. He rolls the pads of his fingers back and across it and watches Draluc writhe and moan as he does.
Draluc laughs breathlessly. “I take back what I said about you being useless.” Ronaldo pulls his fingers out, and Draluc hasn’t even cum yet, but he already feels boneless. Like Ronaldo could do anything to him and he would protest.
Ronaldo makes an annoyed growling sound. Draluc guesses they’re back to meowing now, and Draluc ignores how a part of him protests at that. He enjoys their banter. But then Ronaldo is lubing himself up, and all thoughts leave Draluc’s mind.
When did his mouth get so dry?
His dick twitches as he watches Ronaldo stroke his dick a few times, making small grunts with every downstroke. He’s getting a bit too into it and Draluc worries that he’ll come before he can even fuck Draluc properly.
Draluc taps Ronaldo to get his attention and Ronaldo’s gaze snaps up, making Draluc tremble beneath the heat in those fiery blue eyes. Ronaldo manages to pull himself away and line himself up. Draluc sucks in a breath, his fingers gripping the bed sheets. He expects Ronaldo to ease in slowly like Draluc did for him.
Instead, Ronaldo slams all the way in to the hilt.
Draluc gasps and throws his head back, eyes wide. He has no idea how he didn’t just turn into sand. Then Ronaldo rolls his hips against Draluc’s ass and he can feel the precum leaking into him. There’s that familiar buzz in his stomach he recognizes from when he drinks milk or blood.
“Ah,” he breathes. Ronaldo’s bodily fluids are being absorbed into Draluc’s body, keeping him whole.
Ronaldo only stops for a moment to catch his breath before he starts ramming into him in earnest. He drives his cock home again and against, each time hitting that bundle of nerves in Draluc’s tight ass.
He claws at Ronaldo’s arms and is surprised at the muscle definition he finds there. He knew Ronaldo was toned, but he never got the opportunity to touch before, to feel the muscles tense and roll just beneath the surface as Ronaldo pushes and grabs Draluc, moving him where he wants. Draluc is completely at his mercy. The thought isn’t as terrifying as it should be, from a vampire about a hunter.
“Ronaldo!” he gasps, wrapping his legs around Ronaldo’s waist to pull him closer. It’s intimate, being this close. And Ronaldo’s skin is so soft and warm and Draluc never wants to let go.
Ronaldo is pounding into him, slamming into him in hard, fast fucks, driving into his body with single-minded desperation. Draluc holds on for dear life, even as Ronaldo’s hips stutter and he cums inside him. Draluc shivers at the sensation, at the fire spilling into him.
Ronaldo’s fist closes around Draluc’s dick, and with a few strokes Draluc is tumbling over after him.
Ronaldo collapses on top of him, breathing hot air into his ear. It tingles, but Draluc can’t bring himself to push Ronaldo away. He brushes the hair off Ronaldo’s forehead and presses a kiss to it as he strokes the soft fur on Ronaldo’s ears. He’s so pliant like this. Draluc never wants to let go.
Except Ronaldo groans and shifts and that’s when Draluc feels him twitch and begin to grow again inside of him. A spike of panic shoots through as Ronaldo begins to grind into him. It’s still just slow rolls of his hips, but Draluc’s entire body jerks.
He whimpers and puts a hand on Ronaldo’s chest, trying to push him away. His spent cock dribbling in a valiant attempt to get aroused again. But he’s oversensitive and honestly, he didn’t even think he’d get in two rounds of sex this quickly. The idea of going again, this fast, is startling. He grabs Ronaldo’s wrist and tries to pry him off to no avail.
“Please,” he gasps as Ronaldo starts fucking into him again. “I can’t. I can’t go again this quickly. Just–” Draluc’s nails dig into Ronaldo’s shoulders when he hits his prostate just right. His soft cock smacks against his belly as Ronaldo fucks him. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.
“Ah!” he gasps, tears in his eyes. He hangs on desperately, like if he lets go he’s going to rip apart at the seams. Ronaldo drives into him over and over, hitting him in just the right way that a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure shoots through him each time.
Finally, Ronaldo finds his release again. Draluc sighs and collapses back against the mattress. He’s afraid to hope, but maybe this is finally over and Ronaldo’s heat will finally go down. Even if they have to fuck a few more times as long as Draluc is given a break–
He nearly cries when he feels Ronaldo’s cock grow in him again. Ronaldo also looks like he’s about to break down into tears, his bottom lips wobbling. He leans forward to bury his face in Draluc’s neck as he cries.
He lets out a soft, raspy meow as he nuzzles into Draluc’s hair. Draluc reaches up to stroke his fingers up the back of Ronaldo’s neck. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “Just use me. I can handle it.”
Ronaldo’s breath hitches and he begins fucking him without abandon, harder than the last time. Draluc is sure for a moment that he’s going to die, but he doesn’t. Ronaldo’s release is keeping him alive, keeping him whole.
The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh fill the room. Draluc’s cock is wet and swollen, twitching and drooling fluids against his belly. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take before the cum inside him can’t stop him from dying. A part of him wishes that he was able to just die and deal with this later when he doesn’t feel like he’s about to explode.
Ronaldo reaches down and grabs his weeping, overused cock that is swollen and steaming red. Draluc cries out as his back arches, tears streaming down his face.
“Ronaldo, I can’t,” he sobs. “It’s too much, I can’t cum against this quickly.”
Ronaldo bites down on the nape of Draluc’s neck. Even in his state, Ronaldo’s enlarged fangs don’t pierce the skin, but it sends a shockwave through Draluc. His eyes fly open as he comes into Ronaldo’s fist. Ronaldo follows right behind him a few seconds later.
Draluc is trembling and terrified to even ask if this is the end. But after a few minutes of stroking his fingers across the scratches he left on Ronaldo’s skin, he finds enough courage to ask “Is that the end?”
Ronaldo shifts so he’s no longer crushing the air from Draluc’s lungs and settles a little farther down on his body. Their legs tangle together as Ronaldo drapes an arm over Draluc’s stomach and nestles his head on Draluc’s chest. “There might be more. Later.” His eyes are drooping and he yawns. “Let’s sleep for now. We can figure out the rest when we wake up.”
They sleep for a while and when Ronaldo wakes him up an hour later, they only need to fuck once before he’s blissed out and speaking normally again. Draluc has enough time to make dinner and eat with Ronaldo before he pushes Draluc up against the counter and takes him again.
The next couple of days continues on like this with the hours between heats growing farther and farther apart until, on the last day of the week, Draluc’s eyes open to find Ronaldo gazing at him thoughtfully. There is no lust in his blue eyes, just concern. And remorse.
Draluc frowns and sits up. “What’s wrong?”
Ronaldo huffs and looks away. He’s laying on his back still, glaring at the wall like it personally attacked him. “Do you…?”
“Do I?”
“Do you hate me?”
Draluc pokes him in the cheek, trying not to laugh. Ronaldo must be really upset because he doesn’t slap or even insult him. “You’ll hurt yourself trying to think so much with that small brain of yours.” Ronaldo turns to glare at him now. “Why would I hate you?”
“I forced you to….” The tears he’s been holding back flood over and spill down his cheeks. He covers his face with his hands. “You didn’t want to do this with me, but I made you. I’m sorry.”
Draluc takes one of Ronaldo’s hands in his own. “You didn’t force me to do anything. I wanted to do this for you. I couldn’t let you die.”
Ronaldo’s cheeks turn pink. “You did it because you had to.”
“I did it because I wanted to.” He needs Ronaldo to understand that Draluc would do anything to keep him safe, but if he dares to admit it to himself, he’s wanted this for a while. He’d be more than willing to do it again, if Ronaldo wants to. But…. “But I understand if you don’t feel the same way. You were the one without a real choice here. If this was just sex to you, that’s fine.”
It’s not exactly fine, but Draluc will deal with it. Even if he has to bury his emotions and force a facade of normalcy around Ronaldo. Even if it breaks his heart.
Ronaldo pulls Draluc back into the bed, wrapping him up in a hug. He squeezes Draluc’s shoulders like he wants to tighten his grip, but he doesn’t. He’s gentle enough that Draluc can wrap his arms around Ronaldo’s back, whole.
“It wasn’t just sex to me,” he whispers, so quiet Draluc barely heard it.
Draluc smiles and pets Ronaldo’s hair. Ronaldo, who is stupid and violent, but also kind when it matters and patient when he wants to be. He’s a real pain in the ass, and Draluc has never been happier than he is right now. He doesn’t know how he survived over 200 years without this wonderful dumbass of a man.