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Luka likes to think of himself as an intelligent person.
By all regular standards, he is one. He graduated an honors student with a 4.73 GPA, can solve most any equation thrown at him, knows seven languages, is extremely well-read, can play almost any instrument, and is generally a very calm and strategic thinker.
Had his father known his little prodigy would readily throw himself at a hungry vampire and end up in a compromising position he had no intentions of escaping, he would be outraged. And perhaps a bit baffled. No one would have assumed Luka would be stupid enough to do something like this, not even that rowdy emo guy Ivan likes to hang around who is absolutely obsessed with the idea of proving Luka’s talents and mind a farce.
It isn’t like he planned this situation. Had someone proposed the idea he may have laughed in their face—because really, who in their right mind would do that?
Unfortunately, he is not, in fact, in his right mind. He never has been when it came to Hyuna.
She hasn’t changed. Her once round cheeks have sharpened, her gaze is frenzied in a way Luka’s never seen, she’s taller, and most notably, somewhere in the time they were apart she was turned into a vampire.
But Hyuna is not different. Not really. He knows his Hyuna, and she has that same care for everyone around her and spark in her eyes as she always did. He knows because they have not seen each other in years, and last they did had been an intense argument on the moral logistics of his debatable murdering of her brother, and yet she is still trying not to hurt him in the midst of Luka interrupting her frantic feeding.
The whole thing seemed terribly desperate. Her poor victim had scurried off the best they could as soon as he distracted Hyuna limping and staggering like a drunk, and it appeared that she had more blood smeared on her face and clothes than she had actually consumed. She would be the type of person to starve herself until her will snaps, always one to value others above herself. It makes sense.
Now, Hyuna looks down at him with hungry eyes and that other poor fool’s blood dripping from her chin, beginning to stain his shirt. Luka does not look at that. He could never feasibly look away from her, not right now.
Had he been a well-adjusted, completely sane individual with appropriate survival instincts and without an obsessive puppy love that had never faded, he may be thinking that she’s a horrifying, disgusting monster right now. Luka happens to be none of those things. Instead, he finds himself breathless, overwhelmed by how incredibly, unfathomably beautiful the woman before him is. There’s something delicate about the way her lashes flutter as she stares down at him, her silky hair almost ethereal, hanging down and brushing against his face. She looks disturbed, upset, and yet so utterly perfect.
“Hyuna,” he breathes out, airy and delighted. He’s smiling, and a flush has risen to his pale skin. Her hands tighten around Luka’s wrists where she holds them down against concrete.
“What are you doing here?” Hyuna’s voice shakes like she’s scared. Ironic, given the current circumstances. It’s lower than it was when they were children, almost melodic despite the tremor, and he wonders briefly if he’s already died and gone to heaven.
“Hyuna,” he murmurs again, feeling almost drunk, unable to formulate a real response. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Something wet hits his face, and he thinks he hears her mutter ‘stop’. How could he ever, when his goddess has been brought back to him? Luka has awaited this encounter for years, the unexpected situation a hiccup he is unconcerned with. So long as it’s Hyuna he could not care less what form she takes.
He shifts his wrist and she lets it go in an instant. It makes his grin widen, and he’s sure to keep his touch oh-so-gentle as he wipes the tear from her cheek. Hyuna shivers under his touch, creating a tickling euphoria that blossoms in his chest, and he giggles lightly. She can only stare down at him, incredulous.
“You are magnificent,” Luka purrs. He hears her gasp slightly, something in her expression loosening, and she moves to push his hand back down.
“You’re in danger,” she hisses. “I’ll hurt you, Luka, this isn’t a joke. I could—you could die. You need to go. I-I don’t know what I might do right now. Please, fuck, just go.” Her voice cracks slightly as she speaks, and her voice has a slight lisp from those protruding fangs. They look to be dripping with venom of some kind. She must still be starving.
Luka hums in acknowledgement. Still, he is not afraid. Not of Hyuna. He would never be afraid of her, in all her softness, vampire or human, she couldn’t hurt him in a way that matters.
What would kill him now would be to lose her again.
So, rather than pushing her away like she begs him to, rather than running like someone who cared for their safety would, he allows his head to loll to the side. It exposes the side of his neck, and he can hear the way it makes Hyuna’s breath hitch, see the way her eyes latch to his flesh.
“Go on, Hyuna.” His voice is sickeningly sweet. It overflows with affection that she doesn’t seem to know what to do with, like a siren call, and yet he is the prey. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be hungry anymore. I will feed you. Don’t drink anyone else’s blood anymore, okay? I’m right here. Please, Hyuna.”
Her limbs are trembling. Luka knows she’s scared of injuring him, of bringing him pain. All this time later, her protective instincts over him haven’t faded in the slightest.
“Please,” he whines, voice dipping into a sultry rasp. The last push.
He doesn’t register what’s happening at first, it’s all so fast. Suddenly Hyuna has moved, and there is a searing, sharp pain striking through his neck. He can’t even hear the choked cry he lets out, nor does he feel his wrists scraping against the ground with the force of her weight now boring down on him.
Then, something syrupy begins to ebb away the sting. It comes in waves, each muscle relaxing slowly, a cloudiness dulling his thoughts. Hyuna makes a low sound that echoes in his ear and tightens the grip of her jaw, lapping and sucking feverishly at the blood that pours out.
Fresh pain blossoms in his neck each time she moves, but it feels… good. Really, really good. Luka’s breath comes out in a heavy panting, and he wants so badly to grab onto her, but whatever substance she’s pumped into his bloodstream has him boneless and lightheaded, and paired with the blood loss he can do no more than twitch his fingers. A soft sound slips from his lips when he feels the vampire’s grip shift to his waist with a painful pressure, and it seems to affect her. Hyuna pulls away for a moment, hot breath fanning over the still-spilling punctures, and then she shifts a little to tear a new wound in his flesh.
He moans this time. She’s so eager, just a little aggressive thanks to her hunger, and whatever is swimming through his veins right now makes heat ring through his bones.
And oh. He hadn’t realized he was hard, until now. Luka isn’t sure when exactly that happened—for all he knew, he could have popped a boner the second she shoved him to the ground, looking at him so ferociously—he shudders, squeezing his legs together the best he can despite how his body refuses to cooperate.
“Hyuna-a-ah-!” He can hardly manage more than a strained, quiet, slurred whine, but she must have heard him. The hand that had still been holding one of his wrists now laces into his hair, tugging just enough to jostle his head, and he can’t help the whimper it pulls from him. He feels like he’s going to die like this, not from the blood she drains but from the euphoric heat coiling in his stomach and the dizziness flooding his head.
His dick kicks eagerly when he feels her shift to kissing and mouthing at the juncture of his neck. It’s the most intimate thing he’s ever felt in his life, and it’s all so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Luka can’t even writhe under the feeling, too limp and useless, all he can do is—
“Ahn, ah, haa…”
“Ff-ffu-hah, Hyu-nmmh…”
“Pl, hhng, ple-hha-se, mnnh…”
“‘S’, ah, hnn…!”
Hyuna seems somehow even more hungry than before. Thanks to his sounds or his blood, he can’t tell, but she can’t seem to detach herself from him. Every time she tries he gives her an awful cry and she’s latching right back on in an instant, feasting on his blood like it would kill her if she stopped. He’s certain his neck will look thoroughly mauled by the end of this.
The hand in Luka’s hair tugs a little harder, and she bites down a little sharper, and his head is spinning and lines cross, and it’s all too much.
He sobs as he cums, limbs flexing and relaxing in useless attempts at moving, and he can vaguely feel tears pouring from his eyes. Hyuna freezes, breathing heavily against his neck. Something seems to snap her out of her feeding frenzy then. She gives only a moment of hesitation, before suddenly she jolts upright and runs away. He’s left alone in the dingy alleyway, still unable to move, blood beginning to pool beneath him without the vampire there to drink it.
A grin curls his lips.
That moment seemed to be the start of something new between them. The next time Luka saw her was weeks later, when she appeared on his doorstep (How had she found it? The possible answers to that question had him giddy for weeks) to ask in a state of humiliation and a timidness that didn’t suit her if she could drink from him again. He’d been nothing short of ecstatic.
Turtlenecks and scarves became commonplace for him as their visits became more frequent. He even got Hyuna’s new number and address, and she let him hang around her more often than not. It was wonderfully reminiscent of a time he missed so dearly. The only difference, of course, being that he’s now essentially her blood bag. He doesn’t mind at all—his doctor seems a bit concerned at the increasing frequency of his lightheadedness, but he hasn’t caught on yet.
Really, feeding Hyuna is something he’s proud of. Luka knows how her heart still aches with grief, with regret. He knows he’s at the root of a large amount of her suffering, too. To be able to sustain her life with his very own body is an addictive feeling. She’s grown off put by how much he enjoys it, in fact, but she has shown no intention of stopping.
He lies in her bed now, her tongue gently laving at the holes she pierced through his skin minutes prior. It’s a much softer exchange, now that she isn’t starving, and she always cares for him after. The depths of his heart preen at the attention.
Luka hums softly, the familiar almost drunk feeling of her venom pulling his limbs as he moves.
His body’s reactions to her feeding have not changed since that first night.
“Hyuna,” he murmurs, dragging a heavy-feeling hand up to pull her from the crook of his neck, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her brow furrows.
“Are you okay?” He nods. He’s fine, good, actually. He always feels good with her.
“I… want to taste you, too. May I?” Hyuna blinks owlishly at the question, staring for a moment.
“You are not a vampire.”
Luka grins.
“I am not. I did not mean your blood, dear.” He can see the gears shifting in her mind, and it takes a moment before it seems to click. She freezes, flushes, suddenly stammering, and he can’t help the light laugh that escapes him. It’s far more cute than a vampire has any right to be.
“What—you—seriously?!”
“Please?” He asks, voice quiet and sultry, pushing her carefully onto the mattress beside him. The pink on her cheeks only spreads.
“Freak,” she mutters, but a traitorous, gentle smile has found its way onto her expression. “...Yeah. Yeah, if you’re sure. Go ahead.”
It’s all he needs. Still somewhat sedated, he nearly falls over as he crawls between her legs, earning an amused snort from the woman before him. They have not yet gone this far, though the tension has been building for months now. Her feeding is a pleasurable experience for them both, to say the least.
Luka is careful, reverent, in the way he touches her, unperturbed by the extra effort it takes to move. She sighs as he pushes her shirt up, placing a myriad of kisses along her torso. He smiles against Hyuna’s skin when she threads her hand gently through his hair, a gesture she’s learned he’s quite fond of, leaving it there as he works his way down.
He only pauses when he reaches the waistband of her pants. He hooks his fingers beneath the fabric, gazing straight into her eyes as he slowly pulls them down along with her underwear. She lifts her hips to make it a little easier, and when they’re off he tosses them next to them on the bed. Once again his lips meet her skin, this time her inner thighs, and her breath hitches, the hand in his hair tightening just slightly. Luka nips lightly at the soft flesh, sucking at it until the brown is decorated with spots of burgundy and purple.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and she huffs.
“You’re so embarrassing… get on with it already,” Hyuna grumbles. He laughs softly, finally turning his attention to her neglected cunt. Pubic hair obscures it somewhat, but he can still see that it’s wet with slick, and she whines when he breathes against it. He carefully slides his index and middle finger between her labia, and it’s just as dazzlingly gorgeous as the rest of her.
He hears a quiet, bitten back moan when he presses a final kiss to her clit, and finally he drags his tongue along the length of her pussy. Luka shudders at the taste, it’s better than he could have imagined.
“Sh-shhit, Luka, you’re—ah, fuck, fuck…” Her voice strains and shakes as his tentative tastes become eager lapping at soaked folds, and he almost laughs with the giddy feeling that floods him when he hears her cry out. He wraps his lips around her swollen clit, her fingers are tugging harshly at his hair now, and his dick throbs in his pants. Hyuna is more perfect than anything else he’d ever been graced by. Her voice, her face, her body, the way she shakes and pants, it’s so absurdly perfect. Blood from the small punctures that dot along his neck trickles onto the sheets, and Luka moans into her each time her grip on him tightens. Each sensation runs through his nerves like electricity, the world seeming to slow and twist with the feeling, a cacophony of euphoria he doesn’t know what to do with.
Curiously, he prods his fingers against her entrance, not expecting how easily they sink in. He whines as she pushes his face harder against her sex. It’s becoming difficult to breathe, but he doesn’t stop, licking and sucking at everything he can reach. Her panting and choked off moans are intoxicating, alongside the way her thighs clench at the sides of his head.
Hyuna jolts when he grazes her sensitive nub with his teeth before latching onto it again, long fingers driving further into her. It’s soft and slick and so much. He finds that he’s exactly where he wants to be.
Another moan is pressed to her cunt when she rips at his scalp, keening sharply, and spongy flesh clamps around his fingers as she cums. Luka doesn’t stop. His own arousal is pulsing, but still he continues licking at the extra fluid that pours out of her until she’s thrashing. He hums in delight when she lands a painful kick to his side, laving one final stripe up her folds, before crawling up just enough to lie his head on Hyuna’s stomach.
She’s teary-eyed, staring down at him as they both attempt to catch her breath. She’s glaring, perhaps at the smile he can’t wipe off his face, but he doesn’t mind.
He can’t believe he missed experiences like this in the time they were apart—that he ever survived without her. Luka knows, no matter her stubbornness to say otherwise, Hyuna missed him as much as he missed her. It doesn’t matter that she drinks blood now, that she can’t touch the sun. She is his again.
Nothing could possibly make him happier.